Literotic asexstories – Mom Milks Online Pt. 02 by DreamRanger,DreamRanger
I threw on some gym pants and a t-shirt. The pants were baggy enough that I figured by boner wouldn’t show through. But by the time I went to take a piss and headed downstairs, I was soft enough to not be a distraction. Until I saw her at the sink, wearing that white robe, and my heart skipped a beat.
She served me bacon, eggs, and toast. Then we chitchatted as we ate. This was the morning before Thanksgiving, so she had a lot on her mind about what she would cook and how she would get it all done.
I mostly just watched her as she talked to me and to herself, and as I stuffed my face with breakfast. Then she caught me looking at her.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just glad to be home.”
“Shut up or you’ll make me cry!”
I smiled and she dabbed at her eyes. She was always so sweet and tenderhearted towards me. Then my sister started trying to climb out of her seat and broke the moment.
Mom wrestled her back into her chair and said, “I need to go back to the store this morning for the stuff I forgot. But I hate to leave you, even for a few minutes.”
“I’ll drive you,” I said. And the smile she gave me lit me up.
I took care of the kid while Mom got dressed. She must have already done her milking session that morning since she didn’t mention it. Which made me wonder what she had been wearing under that robe. I pictured something lacy and red, and assumed that was still what she had on underneath her yellow sweater and jeans after she changed clothes.
The three of us got in her car, and I drove us to the grocery. The plan was for me to wait in the car with my sister while she ducked in for just a few items. I pulled up to drop her off, but she said, “Oh! Wait! I forgot my purse!”
I handed her my wallet. “Just use my debit card. It’s your account anyways.”
She grabbed it and said thanks, and I parked the car. I took my sister out of the car seat to let her climb around and play, so when Mom got back to the car, she put the groceries in the back seat and strapped her back in. Then she got in the front and didn’t say anything.
“Get everything?”
She didn’t respond, didn’t look at me.
“Mom, you okay? What happened?”
“Just take me home,” she said. And she handed me my wallet. And that’s when I realized what I had done. Oh shit. We were both mortified.
We didn’t say another word on the drive back, and when we got there, I was about to jump out of the car, but Mom reached her hand out and grabbed my arm. We still didn’t look each other in the eye, but she held onto my arm, almost desperately. Her hand was clenched onto the material of my t-shirt.
I reached over with my other hand and took hers. I just said, “I’m sorry Mom.” And I slipped out and went straight up to my room and shut the door. I sat on the bed, opened my wallet, just to confirm, and the yellow sticky note was gone.
It was a few hours before she knocked on the door. I was in bed with the lights off, wishing I were asleep or dead. She opened the door, and before I could say anything, she just put her finger to her lips, “Shhhhh…”
She was wearing her white robe again. The house was quiet, so I assumed the kid was down for her nap, and maybe Mom had been in the basement milking. Despite my embarrassment, that thought excited me.
She sat on the edge of the bed, and took her finger away from her lips. Lips that were, I saw, very red. Redder than when we went to the store. And she was wearing more makeup and longer lashes. She looked like she did in the videos, in the soft light from the window and the door. She was still my mother, but she was something else too. I felt the spell she had inadvertently cast over me, and its effect in person was staggering.
As she sat there, she didn’t know what to do with her hands, like she was struggling with a decision that might change everything.
“Mommy?” I asked. And I saw the relief spread across her face and arms and posture. She reached out and stroked the hair from my eyes.
“Sit up, Baby,” and I did, as she straightened pillows behind my back. Then she turned on the bedside lamp. And she opened her robe. The yellow sticky note was between her breasts, “DairyBoy19”. My dick strained against the weight of the covers when I saw her. Because I knew now that she was truly mine.
“Hey, 19. You said you would prefer your milk directly from the source,” she whispered as she lifted both breasts from her red lacy bra. She scooted forward, took my face in both her hands and guided my mouth to her left breast.
I latched onto her huge nipple and pulled it deep into my mouth, sucking and swallowing as she squirted warm milk into the back of my throat and all over my tongue. My hands went out to either side of her breast, squeezing and milking more into my mouth with the rhythm she had taught me on her videos.
“Ohhh,” she let out the sound like a world of troubles were flooding away.
“Oooohhh,” again and again, now in purely sexual tones, as I felt her squirming and rubbing her legs together. I felt like she would touch herself if she would let go of the sides of my face, but I didn’t want her to let go, didn’t want her to pleasure herself, wanted all her pleasure to come from me, from my sucking and drinking from this one nipple. And it was working. Her left nipple, bare and leaking, dripped down my neck, her legs pressing into each other, but this one breast, completely engulfed in all my attention and efforts, was the center of all her pleasure.
She tried to switch me to the other nipple but I refused to let go. When the milk subsided I flicked it with my tongue and squeezed it tighter, and in her desperation, and my desperation, she came. Mommy’s cunny came without me touching it, without her flicking herself, she came from her Baby sucking her nipple like he would never, ever let her go.
She held my face to the very end. And when I finally released her nipple, she drew my lips to hers and I sucked her tongue. But she quickly lowered my mouth to the other breast, which despite all it’s leaking, felt like it was about to explode. I gave it all the attention I had given the first one, sucking her hard enough to curl her toes, but after the release she had just had, she just moaned in the pleasure of relief from the pressure and pain. I drank this one dry, and stayed latched until she lifted my head away from her. Then she got up and walked around to the other side of the bed, and sat up beside me with her knees up, and pulled me over to cradle my head to her breast again, to latch, and gently suck, until I fell asleep.
I woke up alone, the taste of her still in my mouth, but otherwise as if from a dream. I heard her and the kid playing downstairs, but I was not ready to go down there and pretend to have a normal evening. So I took my laptop out of my backpack and plugged it in, and downloaded the videos I had taken from her yesterday.
I started to watch one, but something was holding me back. I was so horny, I was afraid I would cum as soon as I touched myself. But I knew I didn’t have permission. I didn’t have permission to watch these stolen videos. And I didn’t have permission to cum. So I left my laptop open, the file folder ready. I even turned off the screensaver, the folder fully exposed in the event Mommy came into the room. But I left my boxers on, and I waited for her.
It was the kid’s bedtime before she returned. She was wearing her white robe again. She brought me a plate of food, and when she placed it on my lap I saw down her robe to her bare nipples. No bra this late in the evening.
She shushed me again when I started to talk. “You eat, I talk,” she said.
She looked across the bed at the laptop. The folder with all her videos was on full display. She walked over to it as she said, “Oh! Look at this! When you first got here, and I went downstairs after putting up the groceries, I saw that the screen was lit, so I knew you had been snooping around on my computer. I knew then that you might have seen something. But I had no idea! Not until I saw that you took that yellow note out of the trash, that you had seen so much. You know, the software shows me every time a user watches one of my videos. Even the free ones. I looked you up. ‘DairyBoy19’ has been a very busy boy.”
No, I had not known that. I swallowed hard and took another bite.
She leaned over and scrolled through the video thumbnails. “And now you’ve downloaded all the good stuff! Just as well that you aren’t paying a premium for it on the website,” and she looked over at me when she added, “with my money.”
I swallowed again, set the plate aside, and said, “I’m sorry, Mom.”
“I’m sorry, Who?” she arched her eyebrows and asked.
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” I replied softly, and she smiled.
She looked back at my laptop and scrolled through the folder again. She found the one she was looking for, and double-clicked it.
She said, “This one is called, ‘Mommy Can Suck Too’. I think you’ll like it.”
She walked to the foot of the bed and slipped the robe from her shoulders, holding it together just above the nipples. I looked over at the screen where she was doing the same. She cleared her throat in the room and said, “Keep your eyes on me.” But everything else she said after that came from the video.
Her voice came from the laptop, “There’s Mommy’s sweet Baby. Did you miss me? I missed you. I missed your mouth on my titties. Did you miss my mouth? My big red lips? My tongue? My voice?” She opened her mouth at the foot of the bed, licked her lips, opened her mouth wider.
“Did you miss my body? My big titties and my hips and my panties?” She let the robe slip to the floor. She was standing there in just her red panties. She was so beautiful. So perfect. Her hands caressed beneath her heavy breasts, and down to rub her thighs. My dick got as hard as its ever been.
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