Yes, but for now Melanie is yours

“I really should get going,” Greg says, frowning as he glances at his watch. “I’m already a little late for work.” Right on cue, his phone starts to buzz in his pocket. He looks at the screen and silences it before replacing it. “Hey Mel, you should wear something, uh... Pretty. For tonight, I mean.”

He ends his sentence lamely, but you know his intent was to say something quite different. Maybe he changed course because of your presence; after all, he’s only just learning how to handle himself in front of his grown-up son.

“Take care, honey,” Melanie says, smiling at her husband.

“Yeah, have good day,” you chime in, before pausing. “...Dad.”

He leans down and gives Melanie a chaste kiss on the lips, and then ruffles your hair before bustling out of the room. A moment later, you hear the front door close with a click.

For a few seconds, the house is silent.

“...It’s been so long since we’ve really had any time to ourselves,” Melanie says suddenly. “Greg and I, that is. Your grandparents are gone, so there really hasn’t been anyone to help with Hanna. We’re still learning as we go, and I don’t want to burden friends and siblings with her either. They have their own busy lives to lead, you know?”

You choose to listen to her, nodding and making eye contact while finishing up your breakfast. She smiles at you gratefully, appreciating the small gesture.

“I was sure you were going to say no... Taking care of a child can be a handful, and you only just met her,” she confesses, laughing with a small blush on her face. “But you didn’t. Thank you, John.”

“It’s no biggie,” you reply, truthfully enough. It’ll be a good oppurtunity to meet with Erica, and decide what to do about your apartment now that you’re staying here.

You give Melanie a sly smile, glancing down at her breasts. “...But if you think I’ve been extra good today, surely I deserve some extra affection?”

Melanie giggles and beams at you. “Finish your food first.”

After breakfast, Melanie leads you by the arm to the spacious living room. She sits on the couch opposite the TV, patting her lap.

“Come here, Sweetie,” she says, pulling aside her dress to reveal one voluptuous breast.

You lick your lips, feeling a different sort of hunger now that you see her oh-so-inviting pink nipple. Pulling off your T-shirt and pants, you let your erection bob in the air just a few feet from Melanie’s face

“You’re being naughty again,” she says, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

“There’s no need to be shy when it’s just the two of us, Mommy. We've slept together in the nude,” you reply shamelessly, giving your fat cock a few strokes in front of her face. “If anything, you should enjoy the attention.”

Melanie rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a small smile.

“My balls feel full all the time,” you continue smugly, raising your cock with one hand to let Melanie’s attention focus on your sack. “It’s almost like my body can tell there’s a fertile woman nearby, just waiting to be impregnated.”

You watch the flabbergasted expression on her face with great amusement. Before she can reply, you take a seat and rest your head on her lap, still grinning cheekily. The view is wonderful: you can’t see anything but the underside of her massive boobs.

Melanie sighs and shakes her head with a smile, as if she found the whole exchange frustrating-yet-cute instead of totally obscene. Without hesitation, she gently lifts your head to her breast.

“You’re such a naughty, spoiled little baby, John,” she giggles, scratching your hair gently as you take her nipple into your mouth and begin to nurse. “Ah... B-but, babies don’t use their tongues quite like that...”

You chuckle as you lick your way around her milky nipple, then latch on once more. Melanie’s thighs shift under you as she holds your head securely to her breast, and she hums a calming but unfamiliar tune.

By all means it should be a lovely sight: a beautiful woman holding her beloved child to her bosom, feeding him nutritious milk as nature intended. But you’re no child, and the naked, aroused state you’re in is as far as it gets from being innocent.

If the sight of your towering, angry erection and the weight of your upper body is making her uncomfortable, then she’s doing a great job of hiding it. She’s probably more than happy to take care of you like this... She does love you unconditionally, after all.

Recalling the way you conditioned her mind just a few hours ago, you decide to take the hand she has rubbing your chest and guide it south. Your new mother flinches as you bring her soft hand into contact with your throbbing, pulsating cock.

"Please, Mommy," you plead, trying to sound as sincere as you possibly can. "Don't refuse me. Look at how hard I am- I need you to do this for me."

The humming pauses for a few seconds as you make her hold your aroused member in her hand, then proceed to guide her into a slow stroking motion.

"This is wrong," Melanie whispers as she hesitates to take the initiative to stroke you on her own.

"It's not," you groan, giving her nipple a slow, languid lick. "It's your fault that I'm like this."

"Me?" Melanie sounds both doubtful and amused. "How?"

"It is." You squeeze her fingers around your thick member. "You're sexy, sweet and beautiful. If I'm going to pop a boner because of you, you need to take responsibility and make it go away."

“What am I going to do with you,” she sighs, soon beginning to stroke you of her own volition. “Such a naughty child...”

You lean your head to the side so she can see you and give her a winning smile.

“I love you, Mommy. Please,” you say, feeling smug at how the simple words make her frown disappear. She and turns her head slightly to avoid your gaze, but keeps stroking.

“Faster... Faster, Mom,” you urge her, closing your eyes and letting yourself enjoy the feeling of being spoiled like this. “I love you... I love you s-so much...”

The hand supporting your head pulls you firmly against her chest, and you groan into her boob and begin to feed once more. She’s stroking you with more enthusiasm now; clearly she’s been won over by your profession of love.

“Mommy loves you too,” she replies, her voice nearly a whisper. “Mommy loves you more than anything.”

This continues for the next few minutes, her jerking hand and your suckling mouth both growing more confident. Melanie silently gasps as you introduce your teeth to her soft flesh, tugging and nibbling on her sensitive areola.

“Does this feel good? Mommy isn’t hurting you, is she?” Melanie’s hand flies up and down your cock, making you moan with delight.

“F-faster,” you cry, eyes closed from the intense pleasure. Your hips begin to buck, instinctively pushing back against the hand jacking you off.

You suddenly remember the kiss you shared during breakfast, and feel a sense of longing. “K-kiss me, Mommy. I’ll c-cum soon.”

She obeys immediately, stroking you faster and lifting your head with surprising strength. She then plants a kiss on your lips, as deep and passionate as any lover’s.

You groan into your new mother’s mouth as the pleasure finally overwhelms you, and you orgasm into her hand. It soon grows slick with your cum, while more of the thick white liquid splatters across the living room floor.