Mother’s Milk – Part 2

Jason’s heart was pounding as he walked towards her room. She was standing just outside her door, looking much as she had the first time – flustered, desperate and with a wild look in her eyes.

“Don’t worry Mom, I’ll help you” Jason said, drinking in the scene before him. Where last night she had been wearing her maternity pyjamas, this time she was wearing matching black bra and panties. Her breasts strained against the fine silky material. This was no maternity bra, it was sheer and sensual. It looked too small for her milk filled breasts, which were spilling out over the top, yearning to be free. Her nipples were erect beneath the bra, he could see them poking up beneath the material.

Her round pregnant belly stuck proudly out before her and beneath it her pussy was hidden behind a pair of small black lace panties.

“I’m sorry about this Jason” she moaned, “but there is just no other way. Come in.”

With that she turned and walked into her room. Jason stood rooted to the spot for a couple of seconds, watching her walk away. Her ass was so round and full he just wanted to grab it and squeeze it, especially given the way it seemed to engulf the tiny panties.

Jason followed into the room and watched in silence as she lay down on the bed and motioned for him to join her. As he did so, she reached behind her and unclipped the bra. Slowly she slid it over her breasts, over her rounded belly and flung it to the end of the bed. Her breasts looked incredible. Although it had only been one night since he had seen them, Jason felt as if he was looking at them for the first time. They were paler than the rest of her body, which was tanned a light golden colour. But his eyes were drawn straight to the nipples. Surrounded by dark aereolae, they too were very dark and engorged. He had never seen nipples so big, in real life or in magazines.

“Well don’t just sit there honey” his mother said, a half smile on her face, “let’s get started”.

Instead of assuming the same position as last night, Jason positioned himself between her legs. He reached down with his head and took the nipple of her right breast into his mouth. And held it there. For about thirty seconds, he did nothing. He didn’t suck it, or lick it or do anything at all. After about half a minute, he ran his tongue around the base of the nipple and sucked, all in one fluid motion. A small moan escaped his mother’s lips and he felt a jet of warm milk hit the back of his throat. He carried on licking and sucking, while his cock strained at his shorts. After a couple of minutes he opened his eyes and looked at his mother. She almost seemed to be in a trance, lying with her eyes shut. He could feel her hips gyrating ever so slightly beneath him, although he was doing his best not to come into contact with her down there – he was still slightly embarrassed about the incident of the previous night.

What gave him a real shock, however, was when he noticed what her left hand was doing. She was massaging her left breast, playing with the nipple and kneading the soft tissue. At the sight of this his cock swelled so hard he felt that it would burst.