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Archive name: momsmilk.txt (Fm, inc, 1st)
Authors name: Sonny (address withheld)
Story title : Mom's Milk

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Mom's Milk
by Sonny

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As I watched my new brother nurse on Mom's teat I 
wondered what her milk tasted like. Little did I know 
that my curiosity would lead to my graduating into 
manhood, and learning what having a caring Mom was 
really all about. (Fm, inc, 1st)
   
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I was born when Mom was 18 years old and at 32 she had 
a new baby, my brother. He was born on May 1st, one 
month before school was out for the summer. Mom was a 
giggler and a tease and my Dad was a road construction 
worker and was gone a lot and usually only home on the 
week-ends. I liked that because he liked to drink beer 
and criticize me and Mom. 

Anyway I loved to watch my little brother nurse and 
then later Mom would use the breast pump to remove all 
the remaining milk as she was giving much more than he 
would drink. The doctor had advised her to get one and 
use it to assure her milk stayed good and healthy for 
the baby. 

One night I sort of said something like, "I wonder what 
it tastes like," as she was pumping some out of her 
breast. 

Mom giggled and said, "Don't you remember? You sure 
loved it." She then purred a small amount in a glass 
and offered it to me. 

I didn't hesitate when she made that offer and drank 
it, "Mmmm, that is good." She then poured all the rest 
of what she'd pumped out for me to drink.

After that, this became a night time ritual, her 
pumping and me drinking. She thought it was nice that I 
wanted it and it was good for me she had said. 

When school was out she asked me what I planned for the 
next day and I smugly said, "Bring me breakfast in bed, 
Mom." With that she smiled and said I may just do that. 

Well, I was awakened the next morning with Mom on the 
side of my bed and still in her gown, and she said, 
"Here is your breakfast in bed Sir Prince, your warm 
fresh milk that you like so well." She pulled her 
breast out and placed a nipple on to my lips and I 
sucked and loved every minute. I also had a raging 
erection which I am sure she must have noticed. This 
became a little game with us most mornings, she seemed 
to love it and I really loved it. Of course I was 
having dreams of what I might like to do with Mom. 

One morning she brushed against my erection and said, 
Son I think my boy is becoming a man. I had better be 
careful or you will be trying to take advantage the 
situation. I smiled and told Mom that she was very 
beautiful and was certainly attractive enough to get 
anyone's interest. She thanked me and kissed me on the 
lips and said for me to not get too many ideas.

A few mornings later Mom came to my room and crawled 
into bed with me and put her arms around me as I nursed 
her as usual and said she needed to be held. She said 
that Dad had been very mean to her and told her that 
she wasn't keeping the house clean enough and things 
like that. I hugged her and she pressed against me and 
I against her. 

There were no words spoken but we both knew that this 
was a moment of truth and that we were both interested 
in the same thing. She sort of whispered to me that if 
I really thought she was sexy and desirable. I 
reassured her that she was and started to move my hands 
all over her body and she did me also. She asked if I 
was ready to become a man or wanted to wait. 

I said "Mom, I want to know what it is to be a man and 
I want you to show me." 

She pulled me on top of her and I realized that her 
gown was already around her waist as I slowly moved 
into position and moved into her canal. It was so wet 
and hot and I was so excited and I started thrusting as 
fast as I could. She was holding me very tight and 
saying, "On Sonny, I need you, I need you, I need you 
to take care of me. Oh, my baby is my man now."

I soon was blowing my load and finally collapsed on top 
of her and lay there panting for breath, knowing that I 
had just taken my Mom. And that I was also taking her 
from Dad. 

Mom, said, "Sonny, are you happy now?" I assured her 
that I was and we both went to sleep in each others 
arms.

There were many more days where I was Mom's man and Mom 
was my mistress. I really enjoyed those times when we 
could sleep all night in each others arms. I enjoyed 
Mom until I left for college and I had a girl friend 
who I later married. 

We stopped being each other's lover when I went to 
college and after my marriage, until her birthday when 
she was 50. I remember asking her what she wanted for 
the big '50' and she said, "Well, it's my turn. Will 
you surprise ME with breakfast in bed?" 

I drove the two hours to her house and it was a weekend 
that Dad was out of town, and my wife had to work, so I 
gave Mom breakfast in bed. She was like a teenage girl 
having sex with her new lover. 

So, anyway, this is how I lost my cherry; to my dearest 
and caring Mom.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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