Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2008 23:49:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jane Kelly <janek92006@yahoo.com>
Subject: Breastfed boy

"Mama, did you breastfeed me when I was a baby?"

Alison shifted uncomfortably in her chair aware of the sudden tingling
surge in her nipples at her son's question.

"What a question, Kevin!" she said, trying to make light of it.

But Kevin persisted.

"Well, mama, did you?"

He stared fixedly at his mother's ample bosom. Alison had become acutely
aware lately that her son was no longer a baby. He was growing up. She knew
that he had been going thru her underwear drawer, she had seen him holding
his erect penis, though she could not swear to it that he was actually
masturbating, she had caught him once or twice spying on the girl next door
from his bedroom window. Yes, her little boy wasn't so little any more....

"Yes, Kevin, I did. That's what mothers do, they feed their babies."

"Is there milk in your titties right now, mama?"

Where was the questioning leading? she thought. Once again she felt a
delicious tingling in her nipples. The memory of seeing her son, erect
penis in hand, came into her mind and she reddened.

"No, dear, it's only when a lady first has a baby."

"Oh."

Much to Alison's relief, that seemed to satisfy him. He turned as if to
leave the kitchen. Then he turned back and said:

"Was it nice?"

"Was wh-what nice?" She felt a surge of confusion now. Where WAS this
going?

"Me like sucking milk out of your titties, mama. Was it nice for you?"

Alison remembered the sensation of a little mouth clamped over her nipple
sucking hungrily, drawing the milk out of her swollen breast. And she
remembered how almost sexual it had been in the pleasure it gave her. Yes,
it had been nice. It had been tummy-tingling, clitty-tingling nice. It was
a sensation she knew was something very special for a woman. But what to
say to her pubescent son with his insistent questions? Her cunt was
responding to her thoughts now, images of his erect penis flooding back
into her head.

"Yes, dear, I suppose it was. You were a very hungry little baby! Quite a
glutton!"

She smiled at him in what she hoped was a maternal way. That's right, she
thought, make light of it.

"If I sucked your titty now, mama, would it make milk like it did when I
was a baby?"

Oh god yes, she thought! If you sucked at my nipple long enough!

"I don't think so,"

"Can we try, mama?"

Alison was stunned. The idea of her son suckling at her breast, his little
cock stiff and sticking up as he did so, made her dizzy.

"NO WAY!"

"Why not, mama? You let me when I was a baby. Why not now?"

The pleading in his eyes matched the pleading tone in his voice.

"Please, mama!"

And before she could reply, he rushed over to her, plonked himself down on
her lap and began to fondle her breasts thru her housecoat. She had only
just got up and was naked underneath.

Kevin felt his cock stirring as he ran his hands over the delicious
objects. They felt soft and warm. It had been his dream to touch his mother
this way, a recurrent theme that played in his head whenever he held his
stiffy and stroked it the way his friend Derek had taught him.

"Stop it, Kevin! Get off. You're not a baby any more!"

Too late! He had opened her housecoat and was not kneading her naked
breasts. Alison caught her breath. It felt good. SO good. Too good to
stop...

"Please, mama, they feel so nice. Don't you like me touching them?"

She saw tears welling up in his eyes. Oh the darling child! He really was
very sweet. Alison felt a twinge of guilt that she spoken to him so
sharply.

"Sorry, darling," she said, her voice soft now, "I didn't mean to shout at
you. It's just that....."

Her voice trailed away as she felt her son's mouth clamp over her
nipple. She looked down at his head with its mop of pretty dark brown
hair. Instinctively she stroked it, pulling him gently on to her nipple.

"That's it, darling. Suckle. Let mama feed her baby,"

She cupped her hand under her breast to force the nipple deeper into his
mouth. The boy, totally focussed now on sucking at the treasure being
offered to him, worked his mouth harder now, loving his mother's hand
stroking his hair, loving the throb he could feel as his penis stiffened
into a rockhard erection.

"Now the other breast, darling. Here you are. Suck. Suck. Clever boy! Suck
on mama's lovely titty!"

Alison was losing any reticence she may have had, overwhelmed now by the
overtly sexual pleasure she could feel coursing thru her body from nipple
to groin to toes and back. Without even thinking about is, she slid her
hand down into her son's crotch and felt his hardness. Quickly,
impatiently, she fumbled to open his shorts and release his cock. She
remembered how she had felt that time when she saw him holding his erection
in his hand, how a crazy impulse to grab it had hit her. And now, Alison
had her fingers round Kevin's cock.

The boy mumbled something she didn't quite catch. It sounded like "What are
you doing, mama?"

"Hush, darling, don't stop sucking on mama's titty. And mama will make her
baby feel good. Like this..."

And she demonstrated "like this" by starting to stroke his stiffy, knowing
the effect it would have on him. The effect it has on any boy. On any horny
pubescent boy exploring sex, wanting to discover the mystery that is
woman. And Alison knew all about that. She had long had a secret passion to
get young boys in her clutches, but she had never allowed herself to think
of her own son that way. Till now.....

"Mmmm, mama's clever boy!" she crooned. "So stiff, so BIG!" - well, it
wasn't big at all, but Alison, like all women, knew instinctively that that
is what men and boys want to hear - "Suck on mama's titty, and mama will
make her little boy feel good."

Kevin, overwhelmed by the massive assault on his senses, stopped sucking
now and lay back in the cradle of his mother's arms. Alison looked down at
the delicious stiff boy penis in her hand. So pretty, so tempting....
Gently she took her son over to the kitchen window seat and stretched him
out on it. Then she knelt down, bent over him and took his penis into her
mouth. Kevin gasped but didn't move.

"What are you doing, mama?"

She took his penis out of her mouth for a moment.

"It's my turn to suckle, dear," she said sweetly, and went back to her
task.

God, she thought, I am a total slut, going down on my own son like this.

The boy moaned with pleasure, his mother panted with her cocksucking effort

Then, she thought:

"I couldn't make milk for him, but I m damn well sure he will make milk for
me!"



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