"Christine Gardner and Wisconsin never changes does it?" My little sister says standing on the porch with a smile that's relieved to be out of the car and back home. The amount of change I have truly been through is something I know she wouldn't be able to imagine from me. It's been 2 since I've even seen my sister in person, since then the dramatic shifts would have to be something kept to myself. My eyes welt and I can't help but take a joyful lunge toward her like some kind of excited teenager.
The action of a hug can often be a rather awkward sight to see between two well-endowed women. Breasts would inevitably clash and a slight wrestle of flesh would either push or squeeze each together. When it came to two Gardner women making contact it was something more of a sumo match of obscene boobage rather than a simple pair of massive-sized flesh melons jostled in and against shirts.
"Abby! It's so good to have yous back home!" I cheered as I reach my arms out and the clash of mountains began before I could even get a foot within her body's radius. The women of our family were not simply well endowed in the chest area but so wildly overgrown that it looked as if we were in a perpetual state of smuggling two bean bags under already customized tops.
At first, my sister's equally extreme chest bashed into mine, causing a canopy of jiggle and condensing flesh to squish over on every side of our torsos and even knock at the chin. The collaboration of dueling 100 ZZ(+) chests caused a conflicting ripple that kept us from doing anything more than grazing each other's arms. Soon my breasts managed to overtake hers and slid above her womanhood and buried her face in orbs 10 times the size of her skull.
"Ggmmm ttmmmm bbmmmmm." Abby said behind the oxygen stealing mountain of boob. She would most certainly have dipped between the crevice if it hadn't been for the conservative top I had been wearing that unlike my little sisters, hid any hint of cleavage. I may have the chest of cosmetically enhanced porn stars but the Gardner genes were all-natural and always something that contrasted to my reserved if not rather 'nonexistent' sexuality as Abby once said.
Pulling back our bodies, Abby dislodged her face from my head molding planets like an astronaut taking off his helmet. "Good to be back." She took a deep breath and took another gander at the suburban neighborhood and grassy foliage it had to offer. "Ahhhhhh. You never get that smell in New York."
"Tree's?"
"Life...Nature… I don't think I'm gonna be missing much back in the city."
Abby still gazed around with the same lively reverence as always. Her ability to take in and enjoy life is something I had found myself very jealous of in our earlier years. Now after not living under the same roof for nearly 6 I had missed every differing personality trait of my baby sister.
Her hand met her forehead in a curved salute to shield her from the sun. Her shoulder-length hair reflected off the sun in bright blondness. Always kept in a hasty ponytail she still managed to keep a charming beauty that matched her appealing, to some, chest. You would have thought that she had either never seen a tree in her life or hadn't taken the scenic drive here from the home now behind her. Even at my doorstep with a car loaded with an entire life did she have the time to stop and enjoy herself. Taking a gander at the frosty-tipped mountains before turning back to my elevated summit.
"I guess something gotta change, those fuckin' udders are lookin' plump." She ended her nature view by poking my chest.
"Ah yes, well I have had some… luck in that department lately ya know." Her brash words did cause a slight blush on my face but she was not wrong. We once rivaled in breast size but now even amongst our massive size it was clear who the bigger of us was.
"Luck? Gardner girls don't get luck, we got frickin pots of gold, rainbows, and a whole damn leprechaun packed into our chest for 'luck'. What you got is a fucktupple leafed clover and I'm just wondering what the secret is." Her cocked eyebrow was one of snarky suspicion but I couldn't quite place how she was feeling. Regardless the secrets of my chest expansion had been a special implement of my changed life that would be best to keep under wraps.
"Well uh-uh-uh you know. I am still r-running business!" I hope she notices neither the sweat on my brow nor the panicked red painted on my face, clearly, her eyes are focused on other sites than my lie. That 'luck' came in handy as Abby could read a person like their entire life was written on their forehead or engorged mounds of still growing tit flesh.
"And it's going even better right? I see you got those double doors that would be kinda nice to actually get through so I can put my stuff away."
"Oh yes sorry, sorry! Please come in. This is your home now too of course. Again."
Abby hadn't lived in my house in 5 years. At that time she was still in college and I had been taking the helm of our family's business after our parents had retired and moved to the other side of the Country. Work and family were not something that mixed well and it nearly tore us apart. Since then our home had seen some well-drawn renovations as of recently. Not just the entrance but every possible door in my house had seen a reworked widening to help ease walking through them with tits that often overtook the width of the norm. New to the house was a comfy replacement of almost every furnishing, redone kitchen, and a much-needed upgrade to my home office. The level of success I had been seeing almost made me feel guilty to not have her by my side every step of the way like we once imagined our life going.
"Thanks again for letting me stay here," Abby said with a mild lump in her throat as she released her luggage to the living room floor. "Uh, things with Hal where… Rough."
If anyone knew how tiring and draining her last relationship was it was me. Not a week passed without her having a litany of complaints about how bad she wanted out. Our weekly conversations would stretch with hours as she described how tiring it was to be the only one putting effort into a dead relationship. Part of me was truly happy for my little sister to finally break free but I could have never hoped that it would go as far as to have her moving out of Brooklyn and back home.
"What in the heck are you on about thanking me. This is our home ours. You can forget all about Mr. City Lawyer cus there ain't nothing a few midwest girls can't handle without a man." Abby shrugged, I could tell her mind was thinking of the lack of penis 'midwestern girls' had but the love was still felt.
"Y'know I can't really show how gracious I am to have your support. I already feel better being here. Not to just be away from the city but also just back in your life again. It makes me really regret not taking the time to visit…"
"Abby you are speaking all sort of nonsense now. I've heard about how hectic New York City gets and I know that you were busy getting a career outside of what Mom showed us how to do. I don't blame you one bit."
"Haha busy amongst other things. Like being the only one to cook, or clean, or actually show some sort of effection…"
"Haha well, uneven relationships aside I'm glad you're here. You know I love you."
"I love you too Christine! Wanna know the worst part of it all about being with Hal? The dude didn't even touch me towards the end of it. For six months I went without a single inch of diiiiiiiii-Ddddddanny!"
Thankfully Abby censored herself as the pride and joy of my life came ruining down the stairs, a nice catch as she none shockingly had plenty of trouble censoring herself. At full sprint, my little 8 year-old boy sprung to his Aunt. Daniel shared the same rambunctious energy and wonder for life as Abby got from our father, along with blonde hair. What amount of personality and traits from his biological father Daniel retained was unknown to me as that man was in no part of my son's life other than being a surrogate donner.
"Aunty Abby!" He wailed with a leaping hug directed towards her waist with a scrappy little body that clung to her side like a koala. I had taught him to be very careful with how he shows me affection, as it was a legit possibility for him getting lodged and possibly even stuck between a maw of tits as even a single of Abby's boobs, was 2/3 of his size. She pats his head nestling under her canopy of chest meat.
"Wow kiddo, you really are growing huh? You know I'm gonna have to kick your butt in Mario Kart if you've been giving your mom a hard time."
"Mario Kart? That's a baby game! I could beat you any day."
"Hmmm is that so? Maybe I'll have to see if you aren't too much of a baby to beat me then."
"You're gonna be with us again right? Like when I was really really little."
"Your still little snot breath." Abby had such a way of getting my son excited. She really was just as much of a friend to him as she was an Aunt.
"Ya know Daniel has really been a true angel. Never complains or argues or does anything devilish. Perfect."
"Yep. I even help with the business too!"
"Oh?" Abby questioned with a rather pondering look on her face.
I can't help but blush. 'Help' was a loaded term coming from his little mouth. Our father 'helped' as well but the context of the two's role in what us Gardner ladies do was something wildly different to him. Explaining it would be either too impossible or too embarrassing but I think if anyone, even my sister knew what help my son aided in would cause a disgusted stir.
"Uh yeah. He helps make the labels for the orders… I taught him a thing or two about bookkeeping and stuff..." I say with nervous apprehension. The Gardner business was not exactly, child friendly.
"Yup! I can keep track of lots of stuff!" Daniel's proud blurt thankfully pulled her attention away from suspicion. "Aunty Abby, do you need help with your bags?"
"Only if a really strong and really careful big strong boy can help grab them from my car."
"I can do it!" Daniel said before grabbing the single case of luggage and racing it up the stairs.
"Well, I supposed you'd like a see at the room we have set up? It's still the same, uh sort of. I mean some stuff gotta change ya know?"
"Actually I was wondering if I could take a look at the office if you don't mind?"
"Oh sure there. I've gotten quite a few more developments since yous been around."
"You mean besides the fatter tits?" My laugh at her joke was more out of awkwardness than humor.
I lead my sister past the kitchen and through the den where to the door of a business I had my hand in since I was 16. What was once a ratty cubbyhole overstuffed with equipment, documents, and shipping materials was a coordinated hub where I conduct all matters of running a one-woman business.
Abby knew my, or at that time our office as a repurposed garage but now it had not only been extended but also brand newly insulated walls, taking out a cricked car purposed door to give this place nice life. Not a thing was out of place, my desk tucked into the far corner where the garage door once stood, just adjacent from that was files, documents, and financial reports all dutifully organized by me. A refrigerator double the size of what would be in a kitchen stood on a nonopposing side from my desk with plenty of cardboard boxes filled with packages and labels for the product. Between my desk and the fridge rest a soft leather love seat. A comfy little throne that was hardly a year old but still had been through the wringer of countless washings. The business was messy and whatever wasn't deposited most likely had to be cleaned with.
"Damn, stepping the game up huh sis?" Abby said amazed at the bunker of industry. The new appliances seemed nearly luxurious, I certainly had the money to spend and even if flaunting cash wasn't the kind of lady I am, I always imagined something a little more subtle. Certainly, I did not intend to be making enough to renovate the house with such ease or even upgrade every element of my office to such a quality it was at now.
"Well, I have a mouth to feed yeh know."
"Plenty of mouths you cow." Abby chided but cow was quite an accurate term. Debbie's Dairy was a massive developer for Wisconsin and even other clientele around the Midwest. We had a unique kind of family business in the fact that the women working for it had been pumping gallons from their chest a week. Our mother, Deb Gardner had started this whole show over 4 decades ago. The legend goes, or how so our father told it was a certain day he went over to his wife and said "Youse know what Deb? That humdinger of a leaky rack is too good to keep all for myself, we'd be a darn bigger fool than a Kanuck tryna find a damn curd for his gravy in Kenosha if we didn't take some kind of opportunity." My father always retold the story of how they began business. Abby had always claimed to me that he was just purposing a gang-bang but I never believed that, even once I finally found out what one of those actually is.
So our mother went to work suckering down her two colossal tits to work. Milking out gallon after gallon a day all while she went all around Wisconsin and found distributors and retailers to sell to. My father claims he did all the talking but I know enough to be aware that Greggory Gardner is only a smooth talker unless he gets a couple brewski's in him, granted that the receiving end of his drunken blabber was equally as drunken. My mom made a good way for herself and my dad was happy to drive around to deliver around the state with a load of my mom's breast milk in his Chevy Longhorn.
Abby had taken to the most expensive equipment in the room. Snugly kept right next to the couch was a metallic contraption of tubes and motors that looked more fit to be on a farm than any kind of business, upgraded garage or not. "Jeepers fucking cripes. Are you telling me Count Juggula needs this kinda machinery to suck that titquid gold out?" Abby held up two of the suction cups connected to the device to her breast. Indeed did the Countess of Breast Milk need that kind of heavy machinery to extract the nectar of my chest and business.
"You know if youse keep it up with the jokes I may have to put those suckers on my head to take my own ears off."
"Same ol' Christe." Abby rolled her eyes and conceded to her mischief. Putting the heavy machinery down and plopping down on the seat. She let out a loud sigh as her body made an impact on the love seat and her tits quaked with a force that seemed destined to tear through the little tank top that somehow concealed the pair. "Never get a Bachelors. All it will do ya is run you're brain dry and get your heart broke by some douche who can't even remember his Mom's birthday."
"I mean, at least you got something. A degree in Finance isn't nothing, eh?" I say trying to catch my sister's emotion. I can't say I didn't feel a tad guilty of how wonderfully booming things had gotten since she left. I'd wish to let her come right on as we left off, but even now I couldn't have someone stepping into what I was building.
"It certainly isn't anything to call my own. Something I made myself..."
Even if I was 6 years older I was never the one ahead in life. Whether it be in a social manner or simply being overly pragmatic to the point of worry. It was hard seeing someone with such relevance for life in such gloom. My heartfelt for my sister. "Well… it wasn't all that easy to get adjusted without you. This took lots of work Abs…"
"Uff-dah, I'm sorry, I don't want to hold that over your head or anything. It was a straight-up mess how I ran off on you guys. I know you wouldn't have gone through with all the artificial sperm whatever if you didn't think I was going to bounce before Danny even turned 5."
"Abby no. Yous can't be thinking like that, we've already talked about this a billion times and that was our past and right now we got much better stuff to be looking at? Like how about some grizzly old mountain men? I know you probably need a rustle, after city boy."
"Grizzly ol' mountain men? AHAHAHAHAHA! You are truly a cut above the rest of the nuns sis. As much as my fat tits need some calloused fingers smacking them around while some lumberjacks my fucking cunt to goo…"
"Cripes, youse gotta say it like that?" I grumble, but not because of how indecent it was.
"I think I'm good off men for a while. Like you said, better stuff to look at, like family." The warm smile Abby shot me was as full of hopeful optimism as she was breast milk. Things are looking up for Abby, Daniel, and Me. Abby leaped from her seat seeming to have got her to fill with the business stuff, thankfully not trying to grasp her way in once again. That was an awkward talk I had no reasonable excuse to say no to.
"Ya know Christine, if you want to go back to school I'd be happy to help take care of Danny to give you the time. You know like back when I was in my early 20's. I'm a Gardner too and even if your boobs plan on sinking the titanic I still got plenty of product that can help out."
"Weren't you looking for a job in finance? Like you're degree and all that?
"Yeah but I want to help out in any way I can. You took care of me then and you taking care of me now, let me pull some weight that isn't from my chest and let you get the chance at finishing that Bachelors, maybe even a Doctorate? Huh, boob-brains?"
The dreaded conversation. With the time it took to haul her things from New York to here I should have been able to come up with some kind of fib to reject her more subtlety. What was once a studious, pragmatic mind clearly was lost along the way in my swelling boobs. "Well… No. I'm fine with my Associates. Things are going good with the business and such. I really don't need any more help than just knowing you are doing good and happy. You worked so hard to get your Bachelor's and your career was so promising in New York. I just want you to continue doing the amazing job you already where you know."
"You underestimate me my bigger big boobed big sister. A finance degree is going to be put to perfect use for Debbies Dairy. I still gotta stake in this don't forget." A 15% stake since I simply refused to let her give up the 50/50 we were left with but she still had some sort of ownership in this company. She backed from the door and over to my desk. My brain made yet another error as I had left something truly damning in the open. "I'd actually be able to read all this number junk this time."
The billing reports were never something Abby was concerned with. Most of the bureaucratic paper side was done by me, while Abby was happy to do her fair share of lactating and more social aspects of dealing with clients. Abby flipped through a printed-out journal of last month's financial statements.
"Jesus 20 Gallons to Simon's Market in April. You really are going moo-ving up, eh?"
"You-betcha... they've always been such a gracious chain. B-but if you can just let me take those back and I can…"
Abby's pondering smile quickly soured. I was trying to grab for the papers before she could discover anymore but her eyes were already moving faster than my body could. Excited face dropping to the newfound revelations. "T...there's a lot of individual buyers here…"
"Oh yes uhm I… I suppose there are a lot of mothers out there who can't breastfeed… It's not our usual but there has been a lot of i-interest from private buyers..."
"But these are all men's names."
"I… uh…"
"I know how much our kind of… product goes for on those sites Christine… Seems pretty damn close to what all these accounts say."
"Sites?"
"Yeah Christine, the 'harlot hubs'" Abby barked back, rolling her eyes. Using my very own words 5 years prior to snap back at me.
In the time before our big fight, we had been doing perfectly good. Food was on the table, the mortgage was paid, and we had enough money to not be entirely ruined in case of an emergency. Abby, Daniel, and Me got by perfectly fine. I was really catching my stride as the owner of Debbie's Dairy and while my sister was nonchalant as life went on she was still managing to barely skate by at Community College between the obligations of the company and helping take care of Daniel. It was fine until one day did my sister decided not to be so passive and really try putting a hand into our job.
Skimpy tiny little micro bikinis. She tossed the tiny matching bathing suits on the folding table that was once my desk and constructed a proposition. Selling milk to tit-hungry perverts would go for just as much as the bulked suppliers at a fraction of the quantity. We had plenty of milk to spill out for customers that had disgusted me. Abby claimed all we would have to do is get a little photoshoot going, post a little skin on the internet, and then we would be doubling our profits in no time. Foolishly I had refused, and I wish I could say put her down easy but that is far less generous than the verbal lashing I met the plan with.
My rebuttal was so wildly anti-sex and backward thinking you'd think I had just come from a picket line at a gay marriage. Accounting, finance, legal documents, and shipping management were all well in my realm of understanding but sex had neither interested me nor been something I had experienced within my 32 years of life. A thing I was wildly outclassed in by Abby who was much freer with her body. I snapped, it was harsh and impulsive and by the end of the week, I had lost my sister. Three years till we would have talked and seen each other again and now I may have made just the same mistake once again.
"Abby… I can explain…"
"Mom I got every bag from Aunty Abby's car. Can we do business stuff now?" Daniel said interrupting what felt like could be a huge fight. "Is Aunty Abby gonna help too?"
"No… I'm gonna go unpack… I guess…" Abby sighed as she left the desk and headed for the widened door. The fight about to set off was quickly saved by Daniel's poor, or possibly magnificent timing.
"Abby wait. Let's talk this over, I…" Any reconciliation was dashed by the only family member even more important to me than Abby.
"Mom." My son said with a certain level of command. Clinging to my wrist as his Aunt left the room.
"Oh, Daniel your Aunt is upset. I think she needs…"
"Some time alone, for now. You and Aunty make really quick decisions when your upset." Daniel said with intuition.
"Daniel that's true but…"
"Give her a little space mommy. What did you teach me about acting before thinking it through carefully." The emotional instinct of my 8 year-old boy was well beyond his age. Sometimes I was reminded of what a sweet baby he was, at others I have to wonder if he is not but compensating for the lack of a father by becoming a leading force in the household. No longer did he cling to my wrist but hold my hand along his tiny palm, whimsical smile as cherubic as it was angelic. "It's business time mom. Your body knows it just as well as I do."
My son pointed at my shirt. Without notice, my nipples had begun to flair and formed damp spots from out my bra and shirt. I had these oversized breasts since before I was started driving and not since then did I have this poor control of my lactation production. My body went through less than subtle changes with nothing more than did I have this furious milk production under control but as of the last year had my lactation became difficult to handle.
"Yes… Okay… Of course…. Business…" I say as I close the door and prepare. Daniel had already started by retrieving got three metal buckets wrapped in a line of ducktape. Two buckets were marked with white tapes and the other with green, Daniel's favorite color. I leaned over and placed each bucket by my knees that now sank to the floor.
"Will you be needing these mommy?" Daniel asked as he held up one of the older models of breast milk extractors. A much more manageable device that simply clung to my chest till filling up with 1.5 liters each at a time.
"No… I actually think I'll be leaving my shirt on actually." I wasn't quite feeling up for 'business time' to be perfectly candid with myself. Even if my body was reacting in ways that clearly demanded me to take charge of it.
"But mommy." Daniel's whine was like a harp to my shaken heart. A sweet melody that called for my son to be taken care of.
"Daniel…" I whisper that would be the most of my resistance.
"I like you more without a shirt on. You look so much prettier with your boobies out." Despite how immaturely perverse my son was I couldn't help but hang on to every word. Daniel liked mommy's boobies so Daniel would get.
My son watched every motion of my finger as they undid my button-down blouse. Cawing and oohing at every little tease leading up to the final button. "For business…" I say before unhooking my bra. A wild rumble from Daniel was let loose as my leaking tits bounced into his view. They were so fat and massive that they lumped right to my upper thigh and hung right over the two buckets at my knees. Getting these things out was a massive relief and I instantly felt silly for even thinking about keeping them away from a boy so thoroughly enthralled with them.
"Booby business." My son's giggle and the immature remark were cut in contrast with his next action like a chainsaw. Undressing part of his outfit as well Daniel swiftly swiped down his shorts and boxer briefs to unleash a fleshy shuttle truly worthy of circling the orbit of my tits.
Obscenely sized proportions were truly a genetic trait, lumped outward between scrawny 8 year-old legs was a fat tube of fuck flesh smoothly curdled around a pulsating appendage that would easily take over the length or girth of any of the boy's limbs. If it hadn't already been hard it would be smacking the boy's chins but each inch throbbed into hardening excitement like a heartbeat. Even at its gargantuan size, Daniel's tip engulfing foreskin gave the penis a juvenile look while its smooth surface had only a small pair of finger-thick veins swirling around the top of his shaft. Balls, while sagging and lumping to his knee's had a perky roundness to him that was almost cute if they hadn't been the size of cantaloupes.
Two feet of cock between us, closing the distance as the chest jutting out from my body with equal obscenity received a gentle poke. If anyone ever said raising a boy without a father makes him feminine needs to see Daniel's cock. The tip of his cock had also been a faucet pipe for fluids as sticky clear precum lapped up at the crevice of cleavage nearly the size of its growing aggression. Hot breath began to smack against his foreskin as just seeing it caused a stir in my brain, now as it pressed into my skin had my chest only began to spray even more.
There was an underlying thought within my head. A worry. A hope for Abby's sake and that my new clientele wasn't going to put another 3-year strain or even worse on our relationship. As my son's massive erect cock grind against chest heavier than himself I thought of two things. That letting my morals go and selling my breast milk for sexual purposes was quite morally dubious to do behind Abby's back, but having my son's giant throbbing meat poke to my tits was something even worse. Christine Gardner had changed and it was something I often wrestled with before any of these 'business meetings'. Any thoughts of the family and morality were instantly halted as his cock touched my lips, all that mattered now was business.
All it took was a simple splash of bloated grapefruit-sized cock tip to hit my tongue, juvenile precum and kiddy cock sinking into my tastebuds like gas in an engine. "Mmmmgmmmmm." I groan out taking just a moment to swirl those flavors around my tongue, all the while his fat mouth stuffing cock tip is rolled back and forth to bulge each cheek as I peel the skin back. His perky pink peak is unsheathed with ease as a grumble over the flavors. Daniel's cock is sent flying down my throat, mommy simply can't give him the time to lick and tease and make sure his balls get all the special attention she knows he loves. Mommy had no other reason to wait other than the simple fact that she loved sucking her son's cock.
"Mmmmmnnghh. There you go Mom…" Daniel groaned as his hips twitched forward. My throat is already shuttling too and from half of his shaft with warm spittle reaching around every throat stuffing inch that I have stretching my breathing hole. I take just a small respite from my speed to look up at my son. Proud little 8 year-old boy, widest sweetest smile on his adorable blonde face. His cock stuffed far more than just a foot in mommy's throat. It's not just the silent groans or open grin that can tell me he is loving it, but the way that each pulse of his cock tingles into the bulge in my throat. Daniel loves getting a warm tight throat to fuck itself on his cock and fuck does that throat love it too. "You're always prettiest when you have my dick in your mouth."
My son's compliment hit especially hard when the flavors of underage dick stirred inside me. I had a different kind of look from him and Abby. A deep brunette like my mother along with soft maternal features that I always considered a more gentle kind of beauty. My eye's always sought to be warm and kind but it was my plump lips that truly enjoyed the massive kiddy pipe they wrapped around.
The motions of my head send my tit into a frenzied bounce. The flow of my breast milk isn't even aiming at the buckets. My chest moves in such aggressive heaves that they nearly crash into Daniel's legs. The white splashes look more of a cheap dollar store squirt gun rather than a depraved pedophile slut who gets too excited to suck off her son. Despite the way, my nipples point from the floor to just past Daniel's hips the buckets are still receiving plenty. The puffy pink slits from my chest shoot in three streams, one being the heaviest and just bearing to the right, with another running opposite to it in a weaker string, the last stream is an unpredictable parade of little spurts. The pink areola of each breast runs white with a residual drip from the extreme lactation caused by my chest. As long as Daniel's cock is in my mouth I'll be dairy rivers in the vilest of ways.
My throat had finally given in and I can easily give my boy's crotch a soft kiss while the length of his cock slams my gullet. If anyone ever told you that 'Christine Gardner' gave oral sex they wouldn't believe you. The way my throat was being stirred and tits flailing like sprinkles taped to XL beach balls were probably just as unbelievable even at a direct sight. My morals didn't drop my taste changed. The sweet taste of underage incest cock was far sweeter and more depraved than any kind of ethical pedal stool I held myself to. Now I was a filthy cum receptacle for jumbo-sized boy dick and I couldn't be more proud to be my boy's one and only hole.
"Ahhggggghhhmmmm… Mom…." My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel my son's fat tip explodes into the wet confines of my throat. I quake at his moaning, doing whatever little my throat can do to groan as my esophagus is quickly filled up. Placing my hands on either side of his nubile hips then gulp fat gunky blasts of my son's orgasm that sink into the most fowl kid-loving corners of my digestive system. It's as if my stomach is weighed down with nothing but hot slime developed in a system just for me. Daniel's cum is a beast entirely of its own. If I wasn't so adamant about keeping his cum for myself I'd happily bark it to equally depraved mommy sluts who can't get enough of incestual love from little boys. And all it took for me to finally give in and start selling my tit milk to the real interested parties was to let my son ram my throat and fuck me into an unrecognizable puddle of spunk, who knew?
Each gulp ripples my throat like the impact of a mushroom cloud. It's delicious, perfect, all mine. "Mom it's business time. Remember?" Daniel reminds me to pull the tiny semblance of CEO I have tucked away into the brain activity not currently overworked with worshiping my son's cock. I dislodge his beaming cock and puke what is still being shot into me among the bucket lined with green. I aim Daniels's cock to the bottom as it quickly fills up and I choke out an excess to spit into the gooping pool of cock slime. He manages to fill the 5-gallon bucket just an inch from the top. Gladly my throat took care of the excess of 2 gallons to help contain the spillage in the most delicious way possible.
The slop clung to my face doesn't compare to the mess of milk my tits were. I press my chest down to the buckets to fill what is only a third full. My tits were still a squirting mess but much less so that I didn't have a fat dick bulging my throat.
"Hehe, Mom you can manage to keep things clean when you don't use the pumps." My son giggles before me. The little boy was taking his phone to snap photos while he bounces on his heels. Cock lumbering to and from, I'm almost too enthralled at the sight of his flaccid meat to notice anything else.
"Daniel wait… I need to use the…" I whimper with a cracking voice as it just barely takes eyes away from his cock to watch him capture evidence of my sloppy incestual degeneracy.
"But look at what a sexy mess you are Mommy. You know they love it when you get like this. It will only boost sales." He keeps taking photos. The filthy new side of our business is one of pure shame. The cock obsessed cougar I become starts to calm with the lingering flavors stuffed in my mouth. I am at least thankful that my face doesn't make an appearance in the parts of our site littered with voyeuristic pictures of my chest. The sloppy mess of blowjob juices makes me look like a complete whore, I can only imagine how my fans would react if they saw how desperately I sucked off an 8 year-old boy.
"But Daniel… my milk… the product… the buisness"
"Mom, we are sitting on 15 gallons in the fridge. 5 for Brighter Pastures delivery this week. 5 for Nurtilac, and 20 quartz for the men who are gonna jerk themselves dry when they see these new pics and get your tit juice. We are fine if we have some spillage. You worry too much."
Daniel always does an amazing job keeping track of everything when my mind goes to mush anytime he has his cock out. He is so naturally in tune with the comings and going of our business. It's as if any piece of knowledge I impart to him seeps in with as much understanding of it as an entire class on the subject. He was the one running most parts of the 'filthy' side of the business. Updating the website, showing off the latest pictures of my chest. It was growing at such a sure pace that within another year we will most likely be making more revenue from the perverts than the retailers selling the stuff. It made me feel more pride than shame.
"Yes your right. Of course Daniel. Thanks for helping mommy with the business. I love you very much." I look up at him with dried cum and slobber smearing across my face. After he gets plenty of shots of my sloppy mountains he pulls up his shorts and slides his phone back into my pocket.
"Love you too mommy!" He pats my head before heading to the door. "Plus if anything we got Aunty Abby around now too. I'm sure she could help just as much."
Abby! I nearly forgot at how upset she was at how morally dubious my life has become since our original fight 5 years prior. I nearly leap into action to run off and talk to her. Topless, milking and my son's cum plastered on my face.
"Your Aunt! D-daniel can you be a sweetheart and check on her."
"Already on it mom. Sometimes you ladies need a kid to do help out a little." Hard to think that 'kid' just helped in clogging my throat with 2 feet of cock and sprayed out gallons of semen.
"Yes… We are having a little… issue."
"I'll fix it! Don't worry Mommy."
My precious angel flashes an angelic smile at me. Even after wrenching my throat with enough cock to break my throat was still my little baby. All that was left was the clean and the buckets. 10 gallons of my breast milk and one of my sweet son's churned-up ball batter.
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The process of cleaning up after any sexual act was one that required just as much care as his massive cock. I stood with 3 full buckets of fluid. Two of which could easily and efficiently be parsed through several empty gallon jugs that would be indistinguishable from what you'd buy in a supermarket. Each one is labeled with a time and date then hauled into the refrigerator where several dozens of the same fluids wait to be distributed to our clientele. All the fresh milk needed was to be equipped with our label and resealed to go out for our base.
That was the easy part. The challenge was the forthy weight of 5 gallons of kiddie pump. I place the bucket in a sink and topped a gallon jug with a different, wider funnel than what's used to intake my milk. The waterfall of Daniel's cock fluid runs from the rim of the tilted bucket like a cum stuffed sewage drain. Its thickness made it hard to pass into the container at any reasonable pace and the pungent fumes dancing towards my nose making it even harder not to take the occasional dip into the pearly treat.
Despite its utility, it was irresistible not to take even more after Daniel's orgasm launched itself into my throat.
I make the rounds of filling 3 gallons of my son's cum. What remained of his blast was either sitting on the floor, at the bottom of my stomach or circling the drain. Even those 3 gallons were unneeded but still, I hauled the fresh load of child spill to the basement. The area where I keep the excess of labels, empty gallon jugs and other utilities not in my office are kept here. Most importantly to me is another refrigerator.
Inside lay a dozen and a half gallons of Daniel's cum. Just like mommy, he was filling jugs on a daily basis but the only clientele for his cock puke was me and me alone. When freshly blasted Daniel's ball housed some of the hottest most delicious filth imaginable to come from a human being. At one time in my life, I had regretted the small handful of times I ever let semen touch my lips. The sexual chemistry between any man I had dated was next to nonexistent. But my son was on another level in both size and flavor.
The effects of his cooled semen were something doing more changes than just to my mind. My breast size, milk production, it's like Daniel's semen had them multiplied by the chilling taste of his cum. Almost as if the calmed fertility of Daniel's semen tricked my body into thinking it was pregnant and sending my already massive boobs into overdrive at the simple taste of cold cum.
Once fully clothed and freshly milked my body and mind were finally calm enough to prepare dinner. With all the love and care of a mother, I went to the kitchen with a stomach sunken with a warm reminder of my 'business meeting'.
"Dinner is almost ready sweetie," I call to my boy as he emerges 2 hours after I had sucked him off. I can see the way he's eyeing the cabinets that he was looking for a treat and there was no way I'd let him spoil his dinner like his cock was doing to my mind.
"Aww, no snacks?" Daniel whined.
"No snacks, I'm cooking for you and your Aunt."
"Watcha cookin?"
"Honey glazed ham. It's her favorite."
"Mmmm! She's gonna love it. Aunty is way more happy now."
"Aww, you checked in with her? Did she mention anything?"
"Not much of anything. Said some weird stuff about business stuff and guy's being bad and to never grow into a man or something like that. She seemed a little bummed out but we played Mario Kart and now she seems a lot better to me."
"But I thought that was a baby game?"
"Well, she likes when we used to play when I was a baby. I let her win cus she really needed it."
"You make Mommy very proud Daniel…" My heart fluttered with warm pride for my son. His empathy and morals were so beyond what a mother could impart upon a boy his age and it made me feel honored to service his cock.
"I even tried convincing her to help with the business!"
My heart jumped at that implication. Help with the business could mean anything from looking at financial reports to milking a gallon or two in a day but the reality of Daniel swinging his fat cock in front of my sister's face would be the worst-case scenario. It was scary thinking that our little secret could be discovered.
"Well, Uhm. That is a concern for your Aunt and me… Will you tell her we are about to eat if she would like to join us? And please sweetie, skip on any of the business talk."
"Okay mom. Want me to set the table for us too?"
"Of course baby. You know just how to treat a lady." I said when knowing he knew how to use that massive underage dick on a lady even better. With the same exciting energy he used to blast an ocean of dick slime Daniel was off to retrieve his Aunt and prepare for dinner. I didn't expect to see my sister at the table and part of me didn't want to face the awkwardness and conflict that may come after what she had seen in my office. I could only imagine the turmoil that would powder keg if she saw what was lodged down my throat.
"Abby… I…"
"Christine…" As my baby sister crept into the kitchen tangible energy of awkwardness stung between us. I didn't know the first way to articulate my apology and even a less rational explanation as to why I had those new clients. If I keep up this unplanned mountain of fibs I may just have the filthiest aspect of my 'business' covered up.
"Look…" Abby said with a long sigh. "I didn't mean to judge or get angry with whatever you've chosen to take Debbies' Dairy in…"
"Abby no. I should be sorry! That fight we had way back then. It was wrong it wasn't fair to you. I feel awful that it nearly split us. That I've taken advantage of that idea now that I'm… different. More mature, more knowledgeable..." Weaker to an 8 year-olds cock that is pumping rivers of filthy gunk that has become less and less of a utility and more of a resource of prideful depravity.
"Christine. You are such a ditzy cow." Abby rolled her eyes with a smile. "Yeah I was a little mad but there is something way more important than business and money." She lands a soft hand on my shoulder and the only logical thing more important had already been drained from his balls. Well for at least just the 2nd time today. "It's you. It's Danny. It's our family. I was mad then and yeah I was a bit mad now but who cares. I stepped away from the business and you've grown it better and bigger than I ever could."
"But Abby it was your idea originally. It feels wrong of me to be doing this now."
"Bleh, nonsense. All I want is maybe just a fat slice of I 'told ya so' pie with a fat scoop of 'humility' flavored ice cream. I love you too much to let this hurt us. Not again."
"Abby…" I didn't feel worthy of being so easily forgiven. I couldn't tell if it was the fact that my sister's suggestion was growing my wealth with such efficiency or the lingering shreds of morality that knew I was doing something much more unethical. Not just a little boy, an underage boy, but my son. I was sexually involved with my 8 year-old son and the context of aiding uncontrolled erections and collecting his semen to bump my breast milk production was hardly the thought in my head once we were both unclothed and swapping fluids. I was not just different but a horrid monster, and I was getting more and more comfortable with being this way.
"I'm here again and unless you and Danny need your space I can be up and out once I get a stable job. I can't say I don't wanna be back at it again and see how things are going with these pervy new clients but I'm just happy to be in your lives again. If my involvement doesn't make you more comfortable I can respect that decision."
I felt massive pings of guilt to be tossing my own sister from the family business for the second time in our lives. This time I was on the opposite side of depravity with sexuality being the throbbing patrician spreading us apart. I loved her but the love for my son was a vile contortion that was melting beyond the maternal nurture I wanted to give my sweet baby.
"No don't leave!" I gasped out, looking at the floor too nervous to keep my sister in my life amongst the complications. "I'm so happy to have you back. It's been weird not having my baby sister around the past 5 years. I miss you."
"Aww. We talked literally every week when I was in New York!"
"Yeah but it's different…"
"Pssh. Yeah, now I can be actively jealous of what massive jugs you got now. Aint fair that you got these fat ass canons while I got these mosquito bites." Abby shimmied her shoulder and let those 'mosquito bites' slam on the counter with enough power the bowl of mashed potatoes leaped. The thought of 'mosquitos' the size of baby pandas was terrifying but at this point, I had enough experience with oversized objects.
"Uh well actually-" Daniel tried to chime in but thankfully Abby was busily gathering the cluttered kitchen counter objects she disrupted with the earthquake of two fat mega-sized titties slamming the surface. It was good she wasn't involved with getting him off cus our combined efforts would probably have more impact than tectonic plates. "-I got milk of my own. That stuff must be really special too cus Mommy is always telling me how good it makes her feel and how much it helps her boobies grow and leak…" My eyes bulge and I try to hush him by holding my finger to my lips.
"What was that squirt?" Abby asked when squirt was only a fraction of the forthy filth pumping in those giant kiddy nuts.
"Oh, ovens ready!!" I squeal trying to pull what little attention Abby paid to Daniel's little hint of what I've become. I skitter over to the oven and try making as many obnoxiously loud motions of the metallic door to disrupt any thought other than food. Well their food mostly. It was hard enough moving with such massive tits but the smells of the meal have Abby groaning with her focus thankfully away from my son.
"Honey glazed. Your favorite."
"It's good to be back. You are the perfect sister. Danny and I are lucky to have you around."
"Hehe, I just care a lot, you know."
Things had calmed once I had the food set. Daniel had set up plates and silverware and now we all had hot slices of trimmed meat, mashed potatoes, and green peas in front of us. The waft of ham roamed the dining room with such honey-based strength it was the only thing that could get the lingering presence of kiddy jizz that couldn't help but seep in no matter where he shot it.
"Well, I can't stay here forever even if the food here is better than anything Hal could ever microwave for his 'girlfriend'."
"Why not!" Daniel whined.
Abby dug into the ham and groaned with such familiarity that Daniel's head cocked. "Sorry, bud but Aunty Abby got a life of her own. Y'know most adults don't all bundle up in houses like this unless they're in San Fransisco and someone's wife died."
"What?"
"Plus I ain't exactly quiet when I'm getting railed. Don't want to traumatize anyone from hearing me scream an hour straight." Abby leans to me to whisper.
"I couldn't imagine…" I reply needing her to eventually leave for the same exact reason.
"Well, I think that adult stuff is dumb. Your family and I want you here."
"Daniel don't be rude. Your Aunt will be here for however long she needs."
"Yeah, not too long..." She said picking at her meal. The energy in the room instantly dropped. No one in the room truly wanted Abby out of the house but the context of all three of our desire for her being around differed. All I needed was for her to have a job, be out of the house just for a couple hours and ease what would now have to be a stealthy operation of incestual filth.
"Damn Christe, are you getting high on your own supply?" Abby said trying to perk up with a joke. She definitely was the Uncle Joey but I could only hope for fewer pop-culture references out of her.
"Oh, this? It's not my milk." It's milk from my son's giant balls. At every dinner, I had a cold glass of Daniel's semen. I may have eased on gulping my son's dick shots but it was so normalized that it was hardly an afterthought."It's actually just a protein supplement. My uh-uhm doctor said I need to keep up with certain nutritional deficiencies or whatnot, you know." I took a nervous sip,
"Ah… protein?" Abby replied with a suspicious look on her brow aimed at the lingering slop along my lips that my tongue couldn't help but savor in a slow trace along my lips. The thickness was on a level with a milkshake so it certainly couldn't be my own milk but I don't think anything could compare to what rich nutrients his balls produced. "Must be what's got a girl like you growing huh?"
"Well staying healthy has its effects…"
"Mommy even takes vitamins with every meal too,"
"Oh yeah my vitamin… Doctors orders and all that you know." I left the table, nearly forgetting an important part of having sex with my own son.
"Are you that unhealthy or am I letting my body rot by not doing all this?" Abby laughed, I could hardly describe the rot of my moral fortitude but my tits and son's cock were happy and thriving. "Wait a second." Abby's eyes zeroed in before I could pop my 'medicine in'. "That's Karvilite." Abby had a dumbfound grin on her face, of course, of all people would know what birth control was at just a sight of it.
"Christe!" Abby exclaimed before lowering her voice and leaning in to keep it away from Daniel. "You been seeing someone huh?
"No… well yes but…"
"Something serious enough where this dude is raw doggin it?"
My face turned to a shameful red and swamped with sweat. I hadn't felt this conflicted about this since the second month of our 'business' meetings but the birth control felt like the last bit of normalcy keeping me from admitting to both her and myself of what I had become.
"Makin me proud sis. I know how you get about all that sex stuff. We can discuss later..."
I took the Katimin along with a healthy gulp of Daniel's cum. The metaphorical complexities of the symbolic irony as a mother drinks her own son's semen only to ingest birth control was beyond a simple Wisconsin girl such as myself, no matter how well-read and educated I may claim to be. I can only hope with the semen and birth control now gone within my stomach I could escape from any more probing Abby had for me.
"Daniel. Can you please use our table manners?" For all the well matured and practical application of politeness, Daniel displayed in just about everything he did, eating was one he went to with as little subtlety as our 'business' meetings. He mashed the food in his mouth with such aggression that it placed somewhere between animalistic and barbaric. Silverware looked like a sophisticated technology just keeping him from going into the meal with his bare hands. It was savagery and among a rude display of primal thoughtlessness, it only made me think of one thing.
"Sorry, Mom. Your ham is just too good." Danny whipped the grease from his face and equipped his knife to cut his ham with far more precision than a meal warrants. He had a single glimpse of the primal hunger that remained on his face after adjusting. With all the manners a mom has to teach his son he lifted the fork impaled slice and sent it into his mouth turned into a smile that gleamed at me with 8 year-old innocence.
"Cripes Christine, speaking of ham your kinda…"
"Oh, oh gosh…"
"Leaking honey?"
Abby pointed out my shirt that had begun to soak. Two circular stains had formed on the building jugs that plumped to the table in front of my plate of food. Abby had a similar set of tit meat slapped at the edge of the table before her but had much more control than me.
"I… I gotta go take care of something…" I quickly excused myself as I left the table.
"Your mom's a funny one huh Danny?"
"Mommy has to take care of business." Daniel shrugged.
"Hmm, more ham for us I guess. And you can eat however messy you like punk. We are nothing but animals!" Abby dove her fork into Christine's tiny plate and held up the ham like a trophy, diving it into her face and mashing it in her open mouth. She snarled at Daniel playfully and stuck out her tongue to show the chewed-up food on her tongue.
Daniel joined in with equal sloppy aggression. Eating in playful ways. "To heck with all men who break girls' hearts! The only guy worth a dang is Viking King Danny!" Abby continued to encourage her nephew. They howled and barked, filling the dining room with chaotic cheer.
Daniel was the only guy worth much of anything to me. I thankfully left before the two savages could pig out at a meal I meticulously put together. At this point, I'd gladly let them lob the whole ham through a window if that would get Daniel is here to help with the leaking. At both my engorged ultra-sized nipples and kid-hungry pussy.
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"Mmmgghmmmpphhh. Sorry, it isn't my pussy Daniel. I promise you can have sex with me all you want next time we get the chance." I apologize to Daniel as his soft cock sinks into the leather of the couch. His member is rancid with a combination of my throat slime and ball butter. I hardly had to make use of the bucket as my desperation made me hungrier than ever.
"It's okay mommy! I know we gotta keep this all a secret. I love your mouth and anything with you working me off makes me happy." Daniel says with an understanding smile as he sits comfortably in his in my office. We have had this same interaction a dozen times throughout the week and a half since Abby has been. I couldn't tell if I was more sorry not to be pleasing my son in the ways he deserved or if I had gotten so hooked on him fucking me that I was losing my mind.
Among other things being careful about my son's relationship was a straining task that had put vaginal sex on hold. It's hard to keep quiet when you have 2 feet of underage cock plowing you and even with my mouth stuffed was it hard to hide our acts. Daniel had a three-a-day minimum but the end of each blowjob left my mouth and body craving for more.
Even now as I kneel before my boy had my milk gone into overdrive and needed to be hooked up to the heavy-duty machinery. My massive jugs were pumping out of pure desperation. Even my pussy was a leaky mess as I couldn't help but completely strip and stuff fingers into myself in the process of giving a blowjob.
I was left with just half a gallon of Daniel's jizz. It hardly seemed worth lugging to the basement but the dredged repetition of it all called me into action. I open the fridge to be faced with rows of my son's cum. I look at each date knowing just how he unloaded each time. 6/28 He had me bent over the couch and spanked my ass while giving me all of his cock. 7/2 I let him do it in my room and he dug himself between my legs and went to plow me in missionary while his soft hands nursed at giant tits. 7/5, just 3 weeks ago with a tit fuck that left a splotch hitting my eye. It was a museum of my slowly warped mind and I wanted to binge on each gallon and let chilled kiddy cum slide down my gullet while I try to relive very recent memories that I missed desperately.
"So you are sipping the ol' Gardner goods after all huh?" Abby said as I failed to notice her taking clothes from the laundry dryer.
"Abby uh! I uh…"
"Don't worry sis I ain't here to judge ya. The juice ain't half bad, not like I haven't had a taste of my own at the request of some very ravenous guys from the Bronx." Abby winked at me but any hookup she had in NYC was incomparable to the fridge full of vile slop.
"It's not like that… It really is for my health… It's just a little, like medicine."
"Like I said. I don't judge, even if it ain't for medicine and all that I'm the last person who should be judged for doing freaky shit with her tits. You could be squirting those things off a building for 1000 horny dudes to open their mouths for you and I wouldn't bother."
"Really? So you wouldn't find it violently fucked up that I was having sex with my 8 year-old son? That your prude older sister was having a sprint to his balls with her mouth while 2 feet of giant cock slams her throat? Fuck Abby let me show you how I ride his fat kiddy dick if your such a nonjudgmental saint after all!" That is what I wanted to say, but even my deteriorating mental state knew this was all too wild for her to understand. "Well… it's embarrassing. I didn't intend to end up like this."
"We never do big sis, we never do. By the way, what do you think about this outfit?" Abby held up a skimpy little number, a tube top the size of a monster truck tire but inevitably to be stretched and shrunk around her fat-filled chest. While our rear ends didn't have the same excess her denim skirt was surely short enough to show every bit of her thighs and even a possible peak at the underside of her cheeks.
"Oh well… certainly interesting…"
"That's a good sign then. I think I'm gonna go to TJ's and see what kinda dude's you got hanging around this little town."
"I thought you said you were done with guys for a bit."
"Christine, sweet little nun. A pussy can only take so much time in the shade before she needs a stiff drink and a stiffer cock. Do I need to remind you how long 6 months is?"
However long it was since she last had sex was nothing compared to being kept away from my son's cock. I couldn't imagine what mental state I would be in if I didn't have sex with Daniel for six months. "Uh, no…" I say starting to realize that I would have the house to myself, to ourselves.
"Well Christine, six months is quite a while not to get plowed. In fact, it's an absolute travesty my pussy hasn't seen an inch of cunt smashing excellence in the time."
"Mmmhmm."
"I just really want a nice big one, retching right into walls, slapping at my uterus like a punching bag." Abby cocked an eyebrow and smirked at me. All I could think about was the punching bag that'd by shattering my uterus that very night."
"Yep yep…"
"You know a few slaps on my tits too. Make these milkers fucking wail while the dude is balls deep."
"Uhhuh…"
"Maybe I'll find a real stud and he'll just hall me off into the bathroom to slam my ass over a toilet."
"Mmmhmm."
"Or who knows! Maybe TJ's is one of those kinds of bars and the first sight of a drunk bitch with fat tits gets every dude since it's gonna be only dudes to circle up and jerk off in my face. They'd toss me around and have my drool on each cock before they take turns fucking me."
"Well yeah. You know how it gets after a couple of brooskis…" I say only thinking about how a bar full of men could neither cum nor fuck like Daniel. Or so I imagined.
"Really Christine? No reaction? Not a cringe, a wince, or a tiny little bit of judging the 'slutty sister'." She was trying to get a rise out of me and this was a well-known trick that had caused plenty of ire in me before. Now it all seemed tame for the night of excitement I was waiting for.
"No. Just be safe and have fun Abs."
"Damn Christe, you really have changed haven't you?" She held a warm smile. "I'm proud of you. Big business lady growing up in the world and not afraid to talk a little sex with an armature whore."
"Well, this whore had done a pretty good job of buckling down and taking school seriously. All it took was a little scrap but here we are now… better than ever. I'm proud of you too Abby, I don't care what you say your a real pro whore to me."
"Christine no, you just called me a prostitute, I was just saying…. * sigh * Nevermind." Abby smiled warmly at me, I could feel the love in the basement that wasn't currently being refrigerated. "Love you Christe." She hauled her hamper basket under boobs that were still bigger than it. Giving me a peck on the cheek. "Plus you gotta introduce me to this dude you've been seeing. I gotta see who got my sister out of her sexual cacoon."
God did I want to see him too. Did I want to see his fat underage cock slamming my vagina so hard that my tits flop around like a butterfly?
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"Daniel… Daniel are you awake…" I say sneaking into his bedroom once Abby had left.
"Mom?" My son questioned while sitting up from his bed and rubbing his eyes.
"Yes Danny… Mommy." I couldn't help but quake as I enter a room lit only by the moon. Still, I can make out his little body and I certainly hope he can view mine. I was a swelling mess of desire for him and I couldn't even keep an article of clothing on before entering his room. The silhouette of my massive chest probably looked more like someone was holding two monster truck tires rather than curvy breasts already starting to drip with milk.
"Is everything okay?" He yawned, eyes still adjusting to the dark.
"It's about to be…"
"Wow…" Daniel groaned as I stood at the edge of his bed. By now he could see all the details of my naked body that I wanted to appeal to him. My breasts and the dripping wetness between my thighs ached for him. "Is it business time? Let me get ready to go downstairs." I kept mostly strict rules about only doing this kind of thing in the office but now I had too much heat built to think of anything but that massive cock going into me.
"Daniel this isn't just business…" I say in a hushed tone. I lean in to give him a quick kiss on the lips. My tit's pile up on the bed. Wet skin squishing down and expanding as the press into the surface at an even greater length of my boy's torso. I can see my boy let a happy shiver down his body. He looks at me with joyful hunger, he knew just why I was there and tore the sheets to reveal his cock bouncing free. It heaved back and forth in a leaky function that had me messier than ever. His cock throbbed as if it was motioning me to come closer.
I move quickly to straddle him, I needed it, needed him. I had never crossed the line of kissing despite all the sex and suckjobs I had entwined myself with him but I pressed my lips back to his. Each heavy tit bound his chest and partially enveloped his shoulder as we kiss. A soft weight like boulders pressing him down but the way he kissed back showed he was in no way struggling. In fact he felt quite better at kissing than I'd expect from a little boy. My tongue was making its way past his lips but he knew just how to twirl his on mine and lick at my smacking lips.
"Gah I never want to be away from this fat cock again." I groan as I pull from our kiss. My hand wraps around what it can of his cock, my ass had done an unstoppable gyration of grinding against his shaft. My ass was thick, surely not as massive as my breasts but each fatty globe of butt meat could easily subdue Daniel's massive dick in the vast crevice of its crack. I have no patience to tease or ease it in me. I move to his towering fuck meat without any regard to its size. In an instant, my son's giant kiddy dick is stretching my pussy. "MMMMNAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" I wail out, orgasming the instant I feel his fat tip slip in and stretch my walls. The lack of him filling my pussy left me in a more and more unrecognizable version of myself.
No matter how much we fuck it was never easy to house my son's cock in my cunt. He was a marvel of manhood and before I got so addicted was I nothing more than a nun with such little experience. My every pulse and throb of his cock was felt by my tightly clenched walls as it pulled in closer. My legs felt wobbly and weak but still, they squat even further till his fat tip was knocking at my womb entrance.
"Mommy's pussy always feels so good." Daniel groaned as his little palms went to cup my breasts. His hands were absolutely overtaken with the jiggling fat of my chest, managing to clap them together and rub the vast undersides he was still capable of reaching his size. His little hands propped them up as a vast amount of milk spray along the headboard of his bed. I can't stop it, I love it too much and need every inch in me. I slam my hips downward and his giant dick rams my womb forward. Fat cock stretching my tummy in a skin morphing bulge that squeezes the details of Daniel's perfect cock.
My baby boy makes an adorable little moan and I continue bouncing balls deep with my weight chest and ass clashing into him on every slam. His hands fall from my massive chest and now they are left to swing around his face. He would occasionally bury himself among the flesh of one to lick at the soaking milk but other than that I could feel how happy his cock was to be getting a ride.
"Fuck Mommy good baby… Get it right where momma likes it…" Momma loved every single bit that was buried inside her. I couldn't plow harder and the way his bald pelvis bounced from mine only made me timber more. I was fucked up, very fucked up, two feet of underage dick going in and out of my womb and not a single part of my mind was worried about a thing other than him cumming.
"Mom…" Daniel groaned out as I feel his fingers bury under my breasts and squeeze at my thighs. I can feel his tip tingle before spraying my womb with a fresh fertile load. The ocean squirt into me is such a warm treat that I can't help but scream. It feels so hot and even when it's not splashing my insides I can feel its thickness gurgle and squirm in my insides. Looking desperately for eggs to be fertilized that was stopped by nothing but a little pill.
I collapse forward to breathe. My tits entirely envelop the 8 year-old boy that just cream pied me into another layer of bliss. His cock manages to slip from my cunt as it leaks around his cock. Slimy spill pooling by fat balls that wanted nothing more than mommy's love hole. I'd be worried about the lack of oxygen my son was getting under the weight of ZZ cup tits but too soon as I back up and ready for more.
"Baby… Do you want me to bounce on it again or would you like to fuck your whore mother in another way? We gotta make it count since Aunt Abby is gone for the night…"