The secret my mom and I share already ramped up last week. Where it went from there turned my world upside-down.
Hi there! Call me kinkbuffet. I posted my first ever story a little bit ago. My goal is eventually to write about my wide variety of kinks and fetishes, but the first story got such a response that I felt like it deserved a follow-up before I move on to something different. Like last time, I hope to avoid most of the common tropes in amateur erotica, so I hope you find these different but in a good way. Anyway, here it is.
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Hey, what’s up. It’s me, Trevor, again. I posted a story last week, and it might be easiest if you find it and read through it to get yourself up to speed. But here’s the short version. I’m a chubby, shy, unremarkable kid who just started high school. My mom and I live alone. I don’t have any siblings, and my dad kind of disappeared when I was little.
My mom has breastfed me from the very beginning, and it has continued all the way through to this day even though I’m now a high school freshman. These days we do three feedings per day – one first thing in the morning, one when she gets home from work, and one before we go to sleep. Sometimes we get completely undressed for them, but usually not. I remember when I was still very little that it shifted from something I assumed was normal to something I was told I had to keep absolute strict secrecy over, or risk never seeing Mom again. So it’s been our secret for a decade-plus, now. And somewhat recently I started getting erections during feedings, and she didn’t mind that I touched it a little – and even touched it herself, too, just a bit.
Well a week and a half ago or so – Tuesday before last – things took a big leap forward. I have lived a very sheltered life (or so I’m now finding out) and didn’t really know much of anything about sex or ejaculation. Tuesday after school I was on the couch playing X-Box when I accidentally brushed my crotch with my wrist and got the craziest, most intense tingling in it that I ever could have imagined. I was kind of rubbing it with my wrist when my Mom got home from work, and of course I froze in horror. She took me to her bedroom, undressed us both, and fed me her milk – then rolled me over on top of her and guided me inside her. I really had no idea what was happening but I just knew it was amazing. And before long, I experienced my first ever orgasm, deep inside my naked mom. If you want more detail, go back on this site and find that first story. I think you’ll enjoy it.
Right after it was done I of course panicked again because I assumed she was instantly pregnant. She reassured me that it was pretty unlikely from just that one encounter, which was a relief – but we still wound up leaving a lot of questions unanswered. Then on Wednesday after I got home from school, naturally I ran to the computer to get on the internet and do some intense research on pregnancy, breastfeeding, and things that happen between moms and sons. That led me to a handful of medical websites, but also to a few sex story sites. And that’s when I decided to post my story online and hope for some guidance.
I got a number of responses on the story (I posted it on two different sites), plus a few people reached out privately. So I figured I would answer a few questions that came up.
First of all, a few of you were very aggressive – talking about how I needed to take her, show her I’m a man, bang that pussy like a slut, and so forth. If that fantasy (or reality) suits you, I am absolutely not judging. But for me and Mom, that’s just not what we have going here. We are both on the shy and quiet side, and neither has any inkling toward sluts being banged until they scream and beg or whatever. But you’re not upsetting me by reaching out. I like knowing my story excited you, even if our tastes are different.
More than one of you pointed out how sheltered I am. And you’re absolutely right. Mom always said that the internet was for research and homework, and for entertainment I have TV, my console games, and my books. And so that’s how I grew up. I enjoy reading, a lot. She says that the social sites on the internet are mostly toxic garbage, and based on the little bit of poking around I’ve done since the thing happened last week, I have to say she’s not wrong. But ever since then, I’ve been spending those few hours after school kind of catching up and doing a lot of exploring online. I’ve definitely also stumbled across a fair amount of porn, and that has been quite an education. I feel like a lot of it falls into that aggressive slut-banging realm I mentioned before, but some of it has been pretty nice.
A couple of you pointed out that my sex education class was complete crap, and said that where you went to school, health class had a unit that split up boys and girls, and then they talked a lot more explicitly about ejaculation, pregnancy, condoms and birth control and stuff. One of you wondered whether Mom maybe deliberately “opted-out” of that class for me, to keep me intentionally sheltered from it all – going so far to suggest that she engineered this whole thing like a master plan. I couldn’t say for sure, but, I definitely don’t remember a day our class was split into boys, girls, and “opt-outs.” I won’t say more about where I live, but I can confirm that in some ways it’s pretty backwards, so I guess it doesn’t surprise me much that our sex ed class is very outdated that way. And I doubt that Mom kept me sheltered on purpose – maybe I’m being naive but I just don’t think it’s in her nature to plan this all that elaborately. I could be wrong. I admit that our whole relationship is pretty weird by normal standards, so who knows.
A few of you speculated that my dad’s disappearance was tied into my mom’s refusal to stop breastfeeding me. And the true answer is, I’ll never know for sure. But it has definitely crossed my mind on more than a few occasions, and it’s a reasonable theory that lines up well with the timing of that shift from normalcy to secrecy. One of you even went so far to say that the call I remember getting from him right before I started first grade was probably so he could check in and assess whether Mom had fucked me up so badly that he needed to call the authorities, but decided he loved us too much to tear us apart and instead just walked out leaving the chips to fall where they may. I’ll never truly know, but, it makes sense.
Finally, one person pointed out that breastfeeding suppresses ovulation. So that’s another reason that Mom would be right to say that she probably didn’t get pregnant from just the one time we had sex. And since I’m absolutely certainly not at all ready to be a father, that’s a relief. If she were to get pregnant, I would hope the baby would be raised as my sibling rather than my child. Although, that thought gave me a chuckle, because technically he or she would be both!
With all of the responses aside, though, I know you’re dying for an update and to hear what happened next. Don’t worry, I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.
So to pick up where things left off – after she and I had sex, and she explained that she was unlikely to be pregnant, we kind of went back to our normal routine. And I know I needed time to process it, and I’m sure she did too. We still did our feedings three times per day but notably Mom didn’t really touch my penis during any of them, at all. Other than that, we just carried on as normal – school, work, dinner, our daily feedings, TV, and bed.
Finally, that Saturday, we were sitting around the kitchen table eating turkey sandwiches. I was in my usual pair of loose gym shorts and an oversized T-shirt, and she was in a light-colored house dress which covered her curvy form but showed enough for me to see that she wasn’t wearing anything with it. It flowed along, a moment behind her barefoot form, as she stood and turned toward the sink. As she turned back, I’m not sure whether she caught me staring, but she very deliberately looked at me, smiled slightly dreamy-eyed, and said, “So, Trev, how are you feeling?”
“Well, good, I guess, but I have a lot of questions,” I replied.
She sat down from having cleared our plates, squared up her chair, and leaned forward onto her elbows, giving me a nice view down the dress’s neckline – and still with a smile, but a more serious look, said, “Sure, honey, fire away.”
“Well I really loved what happened –”
“Me too,” she added.
“– but I didn’t know whether you were aiming for it to be just a one-time thing, or daily, or something in between.”
She laughed out loud as she leaned back slightly. “Oh, Trev, honey. I think daily might be a bit much, although I know you’re a growing young man discovering new horizons and you’re gonna be anxious to experience more,” she said with a soft, loving grin. “But, yes, I was hopeful it could be something we do from time to time, whenever the mood strikes us, if that’s what you mean.” I wasn’t sure, but I thought I caught the outline of her nipples beginning to stiffen against the fabric of the dress. With concern, she continued, “I felt like it fit in well with the secret we already have, so maybe it wouldn’t change much for us. But I was worried that if you already felt ostracized at school, turning this into an ongoing thing might make that even worse.”
I thought about that for a second. “No,” I said, “the reasons I don’t relate to anyone there go way beyond anything you and I are doing.” I paused. “But if you got pregnant, …”
She chuckled and smiled warmly. “It’s really not likely, honey.”
“But it’s not impossible.”
“No,” she said, “that’s true, it’s not. But first of all, condoms are terrible, horrible inventions. I won’t enjoy sex if you wear a condom and I strongly suspect you won’t either. And devices, pills, injections – they all have side-effects and other pitfalls, too. Let me ask you something, though.”
“Yes?”
“Isn’t there a part of you,” she prodded, “that imagines you pumping your sperm deep inside your naked mommy’s pussy, with the risk that you might knock her up, and gets even hotter considering it?”
Okay, her nipples were definitely rock hard at that point, and leaking a little. And so was my dick. I’d never even imagined hearing her talk that way, and holy fuck was it exhilarating. At that point, there was no question – I was going to like this new arrangement.
My stunned silence answered for me.
“So here’s the deal,” she continued. “I’m not too old to have another baby. In fact, breastfeeding you all these years has probably extended that window. But the breastfeeding also acts as a natural suppressant, although it’s not as effective as other birth control methods. But I think while we’re mostly safe, a little bit of risk turns us both on – and if it happens, we’ll play the hand we’re dealt. What do you think?”
More stunned silence was all the answer I could manage.
“Well,” she continued, “I have some other ideas, too, that could reduce the risk, that we can talk about later.”
“Yeah? Like what?” I replied.
“Not now. Right now just follow me.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
We fell onto the bed, her having lifted my T-shirt off, me having pulled her house dress up over her head and kicked off my gym shorts. Side by side, we kissed passionately, wrapping our arms and legs around each other’s naked bodies, me grabbing her around her waist then rubbing down her back to her soft curvy ass. I broke off our making out and moved down to clamp my mouth around a nipple, instantly squeezing a gulp of breast milk out of it and down my throat.
“Trev, honey, no. Fuck me first.”
I grabbed her skyward shoulder, pushing it away, rolling her onto her back as I climbed on top. She grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down her slit as she lifted her feet off the bed. She was already nice and slick, and even just the sensation of my penis head rubbing through her curly public hair and soft outer lips while coating itself with her nice slippery juice was sending me into the next higher gear. I couldn’t hold myself back from gently pushing inside.
“Oh my god, baby,” she gasped.
I pressed in a little, withdrew slightly, and pressed in again. The sensations flowing through my cock and throughout the rest of my body were incredible. We moaned and grunted wordlessly, locked in eye contact, broken periodically by my need to take in the entire scene. My mom, with all her soft curves, naked before me and taking my cock in her. Her wavy hair, her incredible satisfied smile with the tension of her pending orgasm building, her soft voluptuous figure and plump tits with huge dark areolas and milk slightly leaking from the erect nips, her nice wide hips and beautifully soft and chubby legs – it was all a sight. And at the center of it all, that plump pussy, covered in dark curly hair, stretched open and taught around my dick which slid slowly in and out, deeper with each stroke.
“Squeeze my tits, honey.”
I did, and thin jets of milk went spraying all over. A little hit her face, a little hit mine, and a lot covered her tits, chest, and belly.
The fire in my cock was building. She could see it in my eyes and feel it in my breath. “Do it, Trevor honey. Fill your naked mommy with all your cum. Let’s make a baby inside me.”
Jesus fuck. That sent me straight over the edge, no possibility of holding back, as I immediately pushed as deep inside her as I could go and lost all control of whatever was coming out of my mouth. Meanwhile, it must have hit her too, because she grunted out “Oh Jesus,” arched her back, gripped the bed, and thrust her pelvis upward into mine.
“Oh, god, mom,” was all I could manage, as pulse after pulse rocketed through my dick and deep into my mommy’s pussy.
“Fuuuuuck yes, baby,” was all she could muster in response, the tension slowly subsiding.
I pulled out slowly, savoring the amazing sight of her naked body with her legs still apart and knees still raised. She held that pose for an extra moment, no doubt sensing my admiring eyes, before rolling onto her side to face where I collapsed onto the bed. I wrapped my arm around her waist, grabbed her ass, pulled her close, and latched my mouth onto her tit to begin sucking her milk out.
We laid that way for a little while, switching breasts after a bit, before I broke off and rose up to kiss her. She grinned mischeviously. “Wanna try something?” she asked.
“….. sure?”
“Reach down into my pussy, scoop a little cum out with your finger, and taste it.”
“….. what?!”
“I’m serious!” she said, with a devilish chuckle. “Here. I’ll show you.” She demonstrated for me, grabbing up a glob of white fluid with her fingertip from where it was dripping out of her, then sticking that fingertip right into her mouth and sucking it clean like a popsicle. My eyes widened in surprise. “Your turn,” she said, reaching down to scoop up some more, then sticking her finger and its generous coating into my mouth.
“What do you think?” she asked, inquisitive smile and all.
“It’s…” I pondered, and said, “kinda not bad, I guess. It doesn’t really have a taste, as much as a texture, I guess. A little like salty, runny jelly or something. But the idea of sharing it with you is kinda hot, I guess.”
“So I was thinking,” Mom said with that air of silly mischief, “if you wanted to cut down on the pregnancy risk, then maybe next time when you’re about to go, take it out of my pussy and decorate my tits and nipples instead.”
“Yeah? You’d like that?” I was a bit shocked to hear an idea like that from her. I mean, I know what she and I are doing is pretty sexually depraved – I get it. But somehow there’s still been this sense of – I don’t know – purity? to it?
“Oh, definitely, honey. Decorate my tits, and then when you suck on them afterward you’ll be getting a nice combination of milk and cum.” She punctuated the thought by scooping up another fingertip’s worth from her pussy, licking it off, then offering the remnants to me – which I accepted. My cock jumped.
I pondered her proposal whlle licking the salty taste from my lips. “Oooooh.” The impact of the idea just about physically knocked me back. “Wow.” I had to take a moment to regroup from it.
“I think… I would love that.”
“Oh, honey,” she said, devilish smirk returning. “I know you would. Because, and I know you won’t remember this, but it won’t actually be your first time.”
Hold on.
What?!
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