Nurse Julie

I should have been beyond embarrassment by now, but I was still worried about the nurse seeing me like this, plastered against my mother like this while she gave me a handjob. I heard her footsteps coming into the room behind me, but my mother was not letting me move a muscle away from her.

“Yes, doctor? Do you require some assistance?”

My mother slowly turned around on the bed, one hand still holding me to her tit, the other hand stroking my cock. She shifted me down slightly so I could see the nurse through my left eye. Despite my nerves I was still in absolute bliss.

The nurse didn’t say a word and her eyes never wavered from my cock. I couldn’t see my mother’s face from down here, but I could feel her sigh in satisfaction. I knew she had to be eyeing the nurse’s reaction. She was enjoying this.

Mother broke the stalemate, “Tell me Julie, how old are you?” So her name is Julie.

“24, mam.” She quickly replied, her gaze briefly meeting my mothers before returning to the slow handjob in front of her.

“So young and accomplished!” Julie smiled at my mother’s compliment.

“Do you have any siblings?”

“Four sisters. I’m the oldest.” Was that a lot? I had no idea.

“Do you have any daughters?” Julie’s smile vanished, “No, mam...” She sounded dispirited, and her eyes were cast down. I guess that was a sore spot.

“Of course, there’s no way you could have a son, am I correct?” Julie didn’t say anything, just nodded slowly.

Instead of asking another question, my mom went in a different direction. “Actually, Julie,” her head snapped back to attention at the sound of her name, "I could use some help." She let go of my cock, and I whined involuntarily as she took me away from her nipple. She laid me down on the bed facing Julie, leaving me frustrated and confused at what she was doing. She abruptly stood up from the bed and leaned forward to remove her pants and panties at once. I was turned on enough to try jerking off myself, but my cock was far too large. It had grown to nearly the length of my arm but noticeably thicker, and my arms were probably still too weak from the coma to do much of anything. There's no way I could match the power of just one of her hands. Fuck! Mom’s breasts were wider than her hips, but my focus shifted to her ass. She was almost as curvy from behind, probably to counterbalance those tits. It was awe inspiring, and terrifying to watch as she sat back down. I knew instinctively that her ass could have easily crushed me if she had sat down unaware. Not a comforting thought, yet it did nothing to diminish my hardness.

She looked at me and smirked before snaking her left hand back to my cock and resumed her loving handjob while returning her attention to Julie. “My arms are a bit tired, Julie, would you mind helping me feed my son?” Julie went bug eyed and quickly replied “Of course!” Almost shouting her desire. She peeled off all her clothes so quickly that I barely got to enjoy her strip, but it would have been impossible to miss the fantastic jiggle of her tits and impressively muscled body. My mother was an absolute goddess, but it was still impossible for me to imagine anyone else in second place but the freshly naked nurse before me. Julie must have noticed my gawking, as she regained some of her composure before sashaying over to the bed. The sway of her massive hips would have hypnotized me if my eyes weren’t already laser locked on her already shining wet pussy as she approached. The next thing I knew she was already looming over me, massive breasts hiding her face from view. She reached over to pick me up before my mother stopped her. “Ah-ah-ah, I asked if you could help ME feed him, didn’t I?” My mother said in an almost taunting fashion.

Julie looked crushed, clearly wanting to breastfeed me herself “B-but -” She cut herself off and steeled her face before starting over “What would you like me to do, mam?”

“Hold him to my right nipple for me so he can feed while I rest my arms.” There’s no way she was tired of holding me, I doubt she even noticed my weight. Mom was definitely getting off on the power play. Julie no doubt knew that was nonsense, but she didn’t hesitate to obey her titanic boss. Mother released my cock so Julie could pick me up by my waist. “Come on, little girl,” said mother, patting the bed to her right. Julie sat down next to her and, without releasing me, hauled the giant breast into her lap, and carefully brought me around to the nipple, angling me upward so the both of them could see my face and cock as I began to mindlessly suckle.

Mother’s face held a look of absolute satisfaction, clearly enjoying dominating this younger, smaller woman. Julie looked amazed at the single tit pressed against both of hers, clearly dwarfing them. A powerful reminder that her boss was on an entirely different level “Ahhhhh, thank you Julie. Would you mind stroking him for me as well?”

Before I could even register those words I felt a new hand gripping my cock. Julie wasted no time saying yes, she just went for it. Her fingers were smaller than my mother’s, but the hand they were attached to was much more enthusiastically pumping up and down. I could hardly make out what my mother said next through all the pleasure.

“Ahhhhhhh, not so fast Julie. Slower. You don’t want this moment to end so early, do you?”

“No mam!” She spat out with a shiver, almost forgetting to slow down her stroking.

I could practically feel mother smirking. “We’ll have to work on your handjobs. Massage his balls.” Eager to comply, she moved the hand supporting my waist down to my thighs and used her fingers to rub my heavy sack. I was immediately overtaken with a kind of general euphoria through my entire being, causing me to shudder and involuntarily bite down on my mother’s nipple. Before I could look up at her face in apology I felt her moan deeply, and a huge squirt of milk shot out into the back of my throat. I quickly swallowed and found myself doing something between biting and sucking as the rate of her lactation increased. “Good boy. Just like that, you can’t hurt mommy.” I could almost feel myself becoming heavier as she continued to feed me. “Can you feel it Julie? Can you feel him filling up?”

“_Mmmhhhmmmm... _I can feel it. Gods, he’s just so... so...”

“Big?” _Wait, what? That gave me pause. Me? Big?_

“So fucking BIG!” She was completely enraptured at the incredible display before her, and at her own participation. “You both are! You’re the tallest, bustiest woman I’ve ever seen! And you have the biggest son I’ve ever seen!”

I probably should have had some kind of reaction to that, but I found myself completely incapable of anything else but suckling and moaning. I could hear everything they said, but it was like I was in a milky, horny tance.

This admission from Julie must have been what mother was waiting for. “Let me tell you a story.” She began,

“Once upon a time there was a princess. Even though she was the youngest, she was always bigger than any of her sisters were at her age, always bursting through their old clothes. Her mother had to constantly buy all new things for her. Sometimes she put on her “big” sister’s clothes anyway, just so they could watch in humiliation as their hand-me-down tops were stretched and torn by their “little” sister. By the time she was 14, she was even taller than you,” she started giggling but it quickly turned into moaning, “and much much milkier!" She smirked at that as I continued to gulp away. It’s no wonder that mother clearly took immense pride in her colossal assets. "With no brothers or younger sisters to feed, her tits just kept on growing, and growing, and growing!” She forcibly brought her hands down on her tits, sending powerful waves through them. It felt like the entire world was jiggling around me, yet Julie took no notice, continuing to massage my testicles and hold me to my mother as she listened, clearly invested in this new information. “Word of the giant princess traveled across the kingdom. Everyone wanted to see her, be her, have her. Her unparalleled beauty made her an instant celebrity, making more money from modeling than her mother and all her sisters could scrape together at their regular jobs. Mothers from all over the state came by to see the giant princess. They offered her gold, jewels, land, power! Anything they could scrape together, all of them **** to acquire the princess’s record-smashing-milkers for their sons. But the princess didn’t need their pitiful offerings... and worse still, every boy they presented to her just seemed so… tiny. All the men were too tiny for the giant princess! And the gall of those mothers! They all thought she would settle for their itty bitty boys, with their itty bitty cocks! They all thought their sons were the best, that they deserved the best milkers in the country! But the princess refused them all, holding out for the biggest man to come her way, he would be her prince… but a year passed without a worthy man, and the princess stayed unmarried. It all came to a head when she was 17, when her mother decided to have her own son… normally she wouldn’t have enough daughters to feed a son, but she had the princess, and she was worth more than all the rest put together. Of course, the princess was livid! How dare her mother try and tie her down like that! Her mother was going to use her world class breasts to feed the brother that would supplant her!” I could feel my mother’s emotions bubbling over at the memory. Julie must have felt the heat as well, increasing the tempo of her strokes.

Mother continued, “So she ran away! She ran away and she vowed that her tits would never feed any boy but her own, that her life belonged to her, not some little old cows with their shriveled up udders, and their baby dicked sons! She was more woman than anyone else, and she would prove that she didn’t need anyone else! No sisters! No sister-wives! No daughters! They would just dilute her superior genes and waste her time, time that she could spend raising her equal, her prince…” I gazed up from her breast to find her looking down at me, the tension from these painful memories slowly draining away as I nursed from her. “That’s why I named him Aamir, he’s my prince, and I'm his queen.” The moment she said it I knew it was my true name, and I knew she was all the family I had.

"And my prince will get whatever he wants." Her eyes fixed on the smaller woman.

Julie had to stop her open mouth gawking in order to reply, “So it’s true, what the other nurses said? You… you fed him all on your own? I didn’t think it was possible for anyone…”

“For anyone, but me.” My mother said with finality.

Julie had nothing to say to that. She was in complete awe of the goddess before her, and felt lucky enough to be just holding the son of such a woman. Her pussy had been wet the whole time and now it was practically gushing, but she dared not take her fingers off the man in her hands. She could feel the increased weight in his balls and did not want to do anything to slow his feeding. They continued on like this for several more minutes, time having completely lost its hold on the young man.

“Well, Julie, you did such a good job taking care of him while he was asleep. I think you deserve a reward, for your service…”

Julie was about ready to melt, “Thank you! Thank y-” she stopped as her Goddess brought her hands around to her breast, pulling her prince away from Julie’s erotic attentions. Julie made no fuss over it. She knew what her reward was going to be.

I suddenly found myself popped off the nipple I was so enjoying, but I knew by now not to question my mother's actions. She placed me between her slightly open thighs, and scooted up on the bed, holding my body against her moist pussy as she moved herself into an upright kneeling position. It wasn't until she put me down like this that I realized how much my balls had swelled up. Wait, when did that happen? Fuck! They're as big as my head! There was an undeniable soreness to them, and I desperately wanted to cum. They must have been drawing fluid from all the milk I drank. I looked up but there was no way I could see anything with mother's tits and legs blocking almost the entire room out from my vision. The gap between her massive thighs left only a window for me to see Julie, laying in front of my mother. Her tits were squished between her elbows and the bed, bulging out in all directions, eyes staring directly into mine.

“You want my son Julie.” She didn't say it like a question, merely an acknowledgement of a fact.

“I do.” Her gaze did not waver as her right hand slid between my mother's legs to grasp my cock as she resumed her handjob. It felt even better than before, my need to cum having increased the pleasure delivered by each stroke. I slumped back against my mother's wet crotch, unable to do anything else but stare at Julie as I listened to the giant women.

“You want his babies.”

Julie echoed my mother's words, “I want his babies.” His what?

“You will join his harem.”

“I will join his harem.” My mouth was wide open at that. His harem?!

“You will be only one, one of many.”

“I will be only one, one of many.”

“You will give him all of yourself.”

“I will give him all of myself.” My cock grew stiffer still.

“You will not have a son of your own.”

“I wi-” That gave Julie pause, she looked up from me to my mother, having not completed that vow.

Mother’s voice grew heavier, “You will devote yourself to raising his babies. You will not distract yourself and waste precious milk on an unattainable dream. You will obey me, as your mistress, as your Queen.”

“But, mistress, I-”

Mother cut her off, “You will agree to my terms, or you will get nothing. Do you accept your place in our family?”

Julie was clearly struggling with that last bit. Evidently sons were something all women desperately wanted, but could not all obtain, yet Julie must have held out hopes. Her eyes once again locked onto mine, and I saw her free hand make its way back to her pussy.

She rubbed herself like that for what felt like an eternity to me, her gaze shifting back and forth between my eyes and my cock, before she made her decision and said those final words.

“I will not have a son of my own. I will devote myself to raising his babies. I will not waste precious milk on an unattainable dream. I will obey you, my mistress, my queen.”