Mom Milks Online Pt. 01

My kid sister was born when I was in high school, but I had already gone to college before she was weaned. Mom was raising her alone, as her asshole boyfriend bailed when he found out she was pregnant. Good riddance, in my opinion.

As Mom was weaning sis, she also began helping out a friend in the neighborhood who was a breast cancer survivor. Mom started out as a wet nurse for the friend’s baby son, then was encouraged to sell her breast milk to the local milk bank, and over the course of the next year, she built up a small business selling her milk to a group of bodybuilders who were willing to pay more to buy it from a safe source.

I learned all this on our weekly Skype calls over my first semester. I was really proud of Mom for what she had done, as she explained that she was making better money selling breast milk than the retail jobs she had worked before, and got to spend all her time at home raising my sister. I found myself worrying about her less, knowing that she was able to take care of herself and the kid.

As for me, I had an Engineering scholarship and an internship, so I wasn’t asking her for any money. I was making my own way. And I had a workshop at the school where I could tinker and play and invent.

I was a happy guy, caught up in technology, and not missing having a social life. I came home that first Christmas, but stayed in school through the next summer. So as Thanksgiving of my Sophomore year was approaching, it had been almost a year since I had returned home. I started talking about it on Skype with Mom, trying to make plans, but Mom starting acting a little weird about it.

“No, I DO want you to come home for Thanksgiving!”

“Well then why did you hesitate?”

She sighed, “It’s really fine. I just started thinking about everything I’ll need to do before you get here. I’ve gotten used to not having anybody here but me and the baby.” My sister was in her lap, and Mom booped her nose when she said that.

“Not so much a baby anymore! But I get it. Mom, it’s just me. You don’t have to do anything different because I’m there. I’ll cook the dinner if you want!”

She laughed at that idea, “Oh, no thank you! I’ll make us a turkey and the whole spread. And we can just eat and sit and talk. I’d love that. I look forward to it.”

Ok, so whatever the odd vibe I was getting was gone for now. “Great, Mom. I’ll see you soon. Give the squirt a hug for me.”

She did, and signed off.

I hung up too. But before I could walk away from my laptop, Mom got back on again. My sister wasn’t in her lap. And Mom had that troubled look on her face again.

“Ok, Mom, what’s really going on? Should I be worried?” It was too late, I was already worried.

“No, nothing like that. I just need to tell you. Because I won’t be able to hide it when you get here.”

“Hide what? What the hell, Mom?”

She blushed, but finally started explaining, “It’s just that I’ve found another way to make some more money, in addition to selling my breast milk. It’s totally safe, and it hardly takes any more time…”

“Mom, if you have to tell me it’s totally safe, you are starting to scare me.”

She smiled a little at that, and just blurted it out, “Do you know what ‘MILFMaamz’ is?”

Well this was awkward, “Maybe I do…”

At that, she laughed out loud, giving in to the story, “Well now when I use my breast pump, I’m streaming it on MILFMaamz. It turns out that a lot of people are willing to pay to watch.”

My mouth dropped open.

“And I knew there was no way I could hide it from you when you come for Thanksgiving. I’ve got a little corner studio in the den. And I have to pump every few hours. And I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to be ashamed of me. That’s why I was acting so weird.”

My mouth was still open. I had no words. But I watched her face and I could see how badly she needed my support right now.

So I put away my shock and pulled myself together for her. “Brilliant, Mother. You are truly brilliant.”

She let out a huge sigh of relief, and her face brightened in an instant. “Thanks Michael. I really needed to hear that.”

“Thank you, Mom, for the warning! I won’t freak out. I really am curious to see how you’ve got it all set up. I love you Mom.”

“I love you too, Son.”

“And Mom? You really are a beautiful woman. It’s no surprise to me that people want to see you do what you do.”

We hung up again. It was late, so I flopped into bed. But there was no way I was going to get any sleep after that.

I hadn’t asked her if that’s all she did on her channel. But I started to imagine that and so much more. I realized that strangers on the internet were seeing her more intimately than I ever did, and I actually started feeling jealous.

I had never thought of her that way before. Yeah she was pretty, and had amazing boobs, but she had always covered up when nursing around me. Although I did see her nipple a couple of times, and it was puffy and elongated, and I could still picture it in my mind. Or was that my imagination too?

I needed to see it for myself.

I got out of bed and got back on my computer. I went to the website. I had never logged into it because of the paywall, but I knew at this point that I would spend whatever I needed to find out what she was doing online.

I needed a username. DairyBoy19. I thought that was clever, considering what I was looking for.

I paid the membership fee with a gift Mastercard that I got for my birthday from Grandma, because I knew it couldn’t be traced back to me, and couldn’t drain my bank account. I used my spam-bucket email address. So I felt like I was taking reasonable steps to avoid getting robbed.

Once I got on the main member site, I didn’t know where to start. I didn’t know her stage name, and wasn’t about to ask her. So I started searching hashtags. #lactation, #breastmilk, I even tried #hucow. I got plenty of results, but from the thumbnails, there were too many possibilities. And I suspected Mom was one of those who didn’t show their faces.

I could rule out two-thirds of them, either for the wrong face, race, age, tattoo, or some other clue. But there were too many busty white women to chose from. And it would cost a fortune to go beyond the thumbnails into their private collections. But I couldn’t give up. I zoomed in on each photo in the search results. I got to the end, and started through them again.

It was taking a long time, but I was obsessed. And all these wet boobs were getting me stirred up. I slid out of my sweatpants to give my junk some room to breath while I paged through the results for the third time. My left hand was on my dick, through my boxers, while I scrolled. And then I stopped scrolling. And I grabbed my dick like an emergency brake.

Milk~Mommy~MILF. I can’t tell you how I knew it was her. I didn’t spot any telltale mole or jewelry, or anything in the background. I just knew. This was her. Her neck was in the picture, and she was wearing an open silk bathrobe, and her left hand was holding a breast pump on her left breast. Her right hand was squeezing her nipple, and a stream of milk was flowing down her fingers.

This was my mother. This is what strangers on the internet were paying to see. I clicked the pic and a pop-up asked me to pay ten coins to subscribe to her channel. I clicked the pay button, and an album of videos filled the screen. None of the video pics showed her face. But I was more certain than ever.

Some of the videos were still locked, with the watermark “Premium Content”. But about half were free to me now. I scrolled down to the middle and picked a free one at random. It was titled, “Warm Milk for Baby”.

I clicked and it began to play. I had prepared myself for what I was about to see, but I had not prepared myself for what I heard. My mother’s voice coming from the speakers made the whole thing very real, like she was in the room with me.

“Hey there, Baby, would you like some of Mommy’s milk? You want some warm milk, don’t you? It tastes SO good.” and she rubbed and pulled her nipples and milk sprayed out towards the camera. It wasn’t what she said that drove me insane, it was hearing her voice. It was her babytalk voice, and it turned my brain to someplace primal and primitive. I just wanted to suck her nipples and drink from her. And more.

“Mmmm, suck Mommy’s titties, Baby. Mommy needs you to suck them hard. If you suck them hard, Mommy will suck you hard too. Would you like that? If you drink Mommy’s milk, it will make your cum so sweet and tasty.”

I was rock hard. I pulled off my boxers and my right hand went straight for my dick. My left hand cupped my balls as Mom milked her tits for me. She finally put the breast pumps on both nipples and began filling the jars. They flowed like faucets.

“You want to taste Mommy’s milk? If you send me a note, I can send you some. Would you like that?”

So not all her milk was going to her old customers. I’m sure the guys and girls on this channel paid ten times the price.

I wasn’t quite as turned on by her breast pumping as I was when she was squirting, so I slowed my hand on my dick and backed down from the orgasm I was headed towards. I almost clicked away from the video, but then she pulled the pumps off, and her nipples had swollen to fill the shape of the cups, and they were so puffy and beautiful that I lost all control and finished jacking off, cumming all over the floor, as she said, “Mommy’s nipples are SO ready for you. Please suck my nipples, Baby! Please!”

That was the first video. There were a hundred more. Not counting the Premium Content ones. It would take me the rest of the weekend to watch all the free ones. But that’s what I did. And by Monday morning my dick was limp and raw. And my mouth was dry. And my mother’s voice was filling my head, begging me to suck her nipples. Begging me to drink her milk. Begging me to let her do more.

I don’t know how hypnosis works, but I felt entirely hypnotized by her longing, her begging, her offering. I never considered that she was talking to anyone but me. It was all for me.