New findings and dinner

As much as you want to play with Melanie, you realize you haven't eaten much today, as you've been too busy exploring your newfound powers. Thus you heed your empty stomach, and don't disrupt your mother from cooking dinner. You still stick close to her, though, feeling her chest up and rubbing against her. You can feel the warm milk wetting her apron and your hands, which tempts you to simply steal her away from her cooking duties and ravish her on the couch while filling yourself up with her milk yet again.

Melanie doesn't seem to mind your approach and carries on, humming and moaning every now and then; still, she can only handle so much before it becomes a true distraction. You don't expect any problems with your abilities, so it comes as a surprise when she suddenly stops your hands from "massaging" her chest. She pulls them down, turning to you with a conflicted expression while the pot boils behind her.

"Sweetie, I love you, but it's hard to make dinner like this. I promise that I'll breastfeed you afterward, okay?"

Is she displaying resistance? What happened to your universal acceptance? At this point, you've sucked on her breasts, rubbed your body against hers in a hot, steamy act of skinship, and even ejaculated on her. The only thing you haven't done is fuck her, but you don't think that will be too difficult given how much she loves you. So why is she resisting now?

"So I can't keep fondling you, and rubbing against you?" you ask, faking sadness with a slight frown.

Melanie's eyes widen and her hands tighten around yours in comfort. "No, I don't mind if you continue sweetie, but this will be the first dinner we're going to have as a full family! You wouldn't want to delay it, would you? You must be starving!"

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by this development. As a mother, she's concerned for your well-being, so it appears she's giving you suggestions rather than resistance. You can continue playing with Melanie like this, but it may bother her. It's clear that this moment is important to her.

Sighing, you raise your hands in defeat, wondering how far she will develop as your mother. You aren't sure if you have the right idea, but it seems that acceptance means becoming more "in-tune" with the relationship and the bigger picture, rather than every single action.

So you wait, less because of her feelings and more so that you can finally eat something more solid and filling than her milk. The curry she's making smells great, but resisting her wonderful MILF body is still a challenge.

Dinner soon arrives, though, after ten torturous minutes of waiting. Greg shows great enthusiasm; apparently there aren't many times when he can come home early and have dinner with his wife. He gives her a quick peck on the lips and a big smile. You're a tiny bit jealous of the act, but you try not to dwell on it. As long as you're in the house, you only plan on "borrowing" Melanie as your mother; you aren't heartless enough to steal her away completely.

When you're all halfway through the meal, Hannah starts to cry upstairs, probably hungry by now. You figure Melanie will quickly rush upstairs to calm her daughter down and breastfeed her; instead, you're surprised to see her hesitate, biting her lip as she looks over at you.