You ask your mom about breastfeeding

The next time you see you mom is a few days later. You can't think about anything other than how much you want her. It's not even that you think she's hot - it's just this primal urge you feel to fuck her. Like you need to live out your destiny by fucking your mother - this is your purpose.

You've been thinking a lot about your mother's big breasts and how there was a time when you were young that you fed off of them. You decide to talk about this.

"Did you hear about that mother who was arrested for breast feeding in Syria?" you ask.

Your mother hadn't - because you just made this up to start a conversation about your mother's breasts, basically.

After you chat for a bit you finally ask, "So how long did you breastfeed me for?"

Your mother blushes, perhaps because she's thinking sexual thoughts about you just as you are about her.

"Oh it was for ages... you didn't seem to want to stop," your mother says. "I started worrying that I would do some permanent damage by not making you, but I wouldn't say no to your hungry little face. Unfortunately, I mean, fortunately your father stepped in and laid down the law."

You get hard listening to your mom talk about he breasts so casually.

"It's amazing that I was able to feed from you," you say, "Like you didn't just give me life, but then you continued to give me sustenance - out of your own body. I owe everything to you and your body!"

"Our bodies are truly amazing," you mom says. You want to fuck her again right then and there.