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- >“Nonnapuss!”
- >You groan and roll your eyes even as a pair of arms descends around your neck.
- >Going limp, you allow the squealing woman behind you to wrap you up and snuggle you against her chest.
- >The warm sensation of her cheek against the top of your head, it’s almost enough to make you smile.
- >Almost
- >Forcing a scowl, you continue to try and ignore the rather pleasant sensation of her breasts rubbing into the back of your head.
- >It’s not right after all.
- >You’re twelve.
- >She’s thirty
- >For the third time.
- >And worse?
- >She’s your Mom.
- >Satisfied that you now stink of confectioners sugar, Pinkie Pie bounces around and pinches your cheeks, the ever present smile dancing across her lips.
- >“Oh Nonny, I missed you so much!”
- >With a sigh, you roll your eyes and pick up your bag.
- “C’mon, it was just a weekend camping trip, Mom; I wasn’t even gone two whole days.”
- >Not one to be deterred, Pinkie bends over at the waist and puts her nose even with yours.
- >“Oh? Only two days?”
- >A small grin slides across her lips as she leans in and hugs you again.
- >“My little boy’s getting so grown up! Pretty soon you’ll be gone for weeks at a time like it’s nothing!”
- >Off to the side, you can see a couple of your friends chuckling.
- >In between checking out your Mom’s backside.
- >You shoot them a glare, for which you’re not sure.
- >It doesn’t really matter though.
- >Pinkie’s quick to hustle you back to the car, so much so that you barely even get a chance to say goodbye.
- >The drive home is thankfully short, between the bubble-gum air freshener, the bubble-gum shampoo scent of your Mom’s hair, and the bubble-gum song on the radio, you’re about to pop.
- >Mom peppers you with questions, of course; not that there’s too much to say.
- >You went out in the woods, had a good time, and then came back.
- >It was a nice change of pace though.
- >So you mostly go through the motions of nodding, grunting, and answering in incomplete sentences when prompted.
- >All you really want to do is get home and take a shower.
- >Like any good pre-teen.
- >With an otherwise uneventful ride behind you, the two of you arrive at the small house.
- >Dad’s… somewhere.
- >Mom said he’d be back someday, but the two of you do all right on your own, just like you always have.
- >Baker’s hours are a little weird, and Mom always wakes you up before she goes to work, but she’s always there when you get home in the afternoon too.
- >It’s really irritating.
- >But kinda nice too.
- >Still, you huff and scowl your way into the house and go to unpack your things.
- >Pinkie says something about getting dinner ready and you grunt.
- “Yeah, thanks Mom.”
- >Dragging your tired tail upstairs, you toss the backpack onto the bed before flopping down on top of it.
- >It takes a good two or three minutes of talking to yourself before you finally work up the strength to stand again.
- >You dump your backpack out on the bed, fishing around for your toiletries when there’s a quick knock at your door.
- >Of course.
- >Mom.
- >Putting on your scowl, you turn to try and scare her off.
- >But the words die in your throat.
- >Pinkie bites her lip and winks.
- >“Welcome home, baby boy.”
- >She pushes her chest out proudly, her blatantly bare breasts bouncing beautifully before settling back on her chest.
- >You gulp, taking a step back and falling onto the bed again.
- >Something jabs you in the leg, but the quiet pain is muted by your topless Mother swinging her hips as she walks towards you.
- >The motion sends a smooth jiggle through her entire body, including the slight bit of pudge centered around her belly.
- “M-Mom”
- >You gasp, eyes wide as she stops two steps away from you.
- >Cocking one hand onto her hip, the blue-eyed beauty smirks at you.
- >“Mm, what’s the matter, sweetie?”
- “Wh-why are you…?”
- >The words trail off into nothing as your eyes settle on her nipples.
- >Compared to the rest of her peachy pink skin, the large reddish nubs sit slightly off center, pointing downward, as though carrying an invisible weight.
- >Your mouth goes dry as Pinkie giggles.
- >“Oh come on, you shouldn’t ask that.”
- >Her usual teasing tone comes out more like a precocious purr this time.
- >Your Mother takes another step forward.
- >“After all, it’s been two whole days since you had a drink.”
- >Despite your best intentions, when you gulp, you can hear it echo off the walls of your room.
- >Still, you struggle to a seated position and try to look put off.
- “I…I don’t need a drink. I’m fine.”
- >If your Mother’s hurt, she sure doesn’t let it show.
- >Still smiling, she takes another step closer.
- >She’s well within grabbing range at this point, and you can smell the sugary sweet scent of her body lotion all but rolling off of her.
- >“Aw, don’t be like that, baby.”
- >Ugh.
- >A-again with that ob… obnoxious cooing.
- >“I know you’re just cranky because you haven’t slept well all weekend.”
- >She’s right, sleeping on the ground sucked.
- >But you’d never tell her that.
- >Crossing your arms over your chest, you try to look perturbed.
- “Mom, I don’t-”
- >Pinkie gasps, causing your spine to lock up.
- >The frizzy haired MILF grins down at you, eagerly tugging on one of her nipples.
- >As a pale blue-white droplet begins to seep out from the skin, you shiver.
- >“You don’t want, baby?”
- >Pinkie purrs.
- >“You don’t need Momma’s milk?”
- >The other hand joins the first as your Mother begins alternating pulling on her plump teats in a milking motion.
- >“You don’t miss the taste of it?”
- >A thin sheen of sweat breaks out across your forehead as you grunt.
- “No.”
- >Squeezing her thick thighs together through her shorts, Pinkie sighs and begins tugging more enthusiastically.
- >“You don’t miss burying your head in my chest and blocking out the world.”
- >Words fail you, but you can still manage to shake your head.
- >Well, it’s more of a wobble, but your Mom gets the idea.
- >That’s when she hefts one of her breasts up, the flesh spilling out over her palm as she jiggles it at you.
- >“So you’re just going to leave me until I’m so full I pop? I can’t even fit in my biggest bras right now, you know, there’s just so much mi-Ooh!”
- >Pinkie laughs as you lunge at her breast, a gentle coo escaping her lips as she closes her eyes and strokes the back of your head.
- >“There’s my hungry little boy. See, Momma knows exactly what you needed.”
- >Your face goes hot with embarrassment as you find yourself stuck to her nipple.
- >Again.
- >But this taste, it’s become so familiar by this point.
- >It was so strange going without it.
- >And the way her fingers tangle in your hair…
- >The quiet words of encouragement…
- >You sigh, suckling gently as she drags the back of her nail along your cheek.
- >“That’s it, good boy; make sure you drink it all.”
- >Even though you can already feel the milk hitting your stomach, you nod and return your attention to her breasts.
- >Despite your attentive suckling, they don’t seem to be getting any smaller.
- >She must really be full.
- >When you come up for air again, your Mother clears off a space on the bed and sits.
- >You lay out across her lap, your head now swimming in the candy sweet scent of her body, and the slick, milky taste filling your mouth.
- >At some point, Pinkie switches you to her other teat.
- >You’re not sure why, but you don’t put up a fight.
- >It’s so much easier just to suckle away and listen to her tell you what a good boy you are.
- >Listen to Mom tell you how happy you make her.
- >How much you love her breasts
- >How much you love nursing from her.
- >…
- >…
- >…
- >“Nonnapuss!”
- >You sigh, rolling over onto your side.
- >Three in the morning.
- >Again.
- >You sit up in your bed and rub at your eyes.
- >It’s been two months since you went on your camping trip.
- >Pinkie’s gotten even more clingy.
- >She really doesn’t want to let you out of her sight
- >It’s kind of obnoxious.
- >Still, you stumble down to the kitchen and find your Mother dressed in an apron and working over the stove.
- >Grinning, she looks back at you
- >“Hey grouchy gus! Breakfast will be ready in ten!”
- >You grunt, sitting down at the table.
- >As you rub the sleep from your eyes, you feel you’re a hand rest against your knees.
- >Looking up, you see your mother propping herself up against you, while lifting her shirt with the other.
- >“Naughty boy.”
- >She teases with a coy smile.
- >“You made my milfy melons so big from all your attention.”
- >You can practically feel your eyes dilate as they focus in on her thick nipples.
- >“And I can’t buy a new one until the end of the month.”
- >Reaching out, you grasp one of her breasts and pull your head up to it.
- >A delighted giggle erupts out of your Mother’s mouth.
- >“Mm, and you don’t even care, do you?”
- >Should you?
- >Bigger breasts meant more milk.
- >You grumble some kind of response, but your Mother’s gentle touch sends shivers down your spine
- >“Shh, just drink, baby. Drink until you’re full.”
- >With ease, you fall back into the familiar pattern of nursing.
- >Even at this early hour, everything is right with the world.
- >Why would you ever want to fight this?
- >The walk to school isn’t an especially long one; you could probably make it in five or ten minutes.
- >But, it doesn’t really account for the detour.
- >It isn’t necessary, and even if it was you’d never admit it, but even still you fell yourself drawn to the same place every morning at a little before eight.
- >The trip puts you about twice as far, but if you time it right, you’ll make it to school before the second bell rings to start the day.
- >So, as you have every day for the past several weeks, you push the door open and sigh as the bell chimes overhead.
- >From behind the crowd of people, a familiar fuzz of pink frizz pops into your line of sight.
- >“Nonny!”
- >Pinkie’s squeal is enough to part the crowd of bodies, and she wastes no time hurrying around to the other side and wrapping her arms around you.
- “Morning, Mom.”
- >With a delighted laugh, Pinkie clutches you tight against her plush thirty-something body.
- >Even with your face is all but buried in your Mom’s chest, you can still feel the hate-filled glares of every man in the bakery.
- >It’s a good feel.
- >When she finally lets you up for air, your Mother turns and calls over her shoulder.
- >“Mr. Cake, I’m taking my break now!”
- >There’s an affirmative grunt from somewhere beyond the wall before a tall, gangly sort of man struts out and begins helping the much less enthusiastic customers.
- >With a happy giggle, Pinkie tugs you towards the break room on the second floor.
- >Same as every morning.
- >The Cakes live in a loft above the bakery, so they’ve managed to convert part of it into a space for their workers to put their feet up and be away from the hustle and bustle down below.
- >You’re grateful once again for that as your mother sits you down and begins doting on you.
- >“You are such a sweetie, Sweetie.”
- >She laughs, trying to finger comb a few unruly hairs on top of your head into submission.
- >“Every day you come by to visit me; it makes me feel all warm inside.”
- “Yeah, well, we wouldn’t really see each other in the morning otherwise.”
- >Even as you huff and try to appear disinterested, your Mother chuckles and hugs your head again, undoing all of her hard work in the process
- >“Oh, come on you Grumpy Lumpy, you can say you miss your Momma, she won’t judge!”
- >You feel a little off balance as the sweet scent surrounding your Mother invades your nostrils.
- >The supple softness is incredibly inviting, encouraging you to lay your head down for a little while and forget all your troubles.
- >With a surge of independent spirit, you reach up and gain a little leverage to push yourself away from the heavenly warmth of her breasts.
- “Aw, c’mon Mom; you’re acting all mushy. It’s weird.”
- >To her credit, your mother easily stays on her feet, her smile still standing out firm even as her tone drops into something a little more serious.
- >“Non-non, I’m you’re Mother, I think I’m allowed to be a little mushy with my sweet baby boy.”
- >You cross your arms over your chest and avert your eyes.
- “C’mon, I’m almost thirteen. It’s embarrassing.”
- >“Is it?”
- >The almost flat line of her lips, coupled with the moderately cold tone of Pinkie’s voice causes a shiver to run up your spine, drawing your attention back to her.
- >She gives a gentle sigh and finally frowns.
- >“Anonymous, you’re my bouncing baby boy, and I love you. What’s wrong with me being a little expressive about it?”
- >At first, you don’t really understand, but after a moment it becomes clear.
- >There, at the hem of her shirt, you can see a thin line of her ever so slightly pudgy tummy.
- >And it’s becoming more exposed by the second.
- >Your mouth goes dry as your Mother lifts her shirt, baring her braless breasts to the world, with a smile that could light up the night sky following in short order.
- >“It seems to me,”
- >She says with a smirk.
- >“-that you could use a little lovey-dovey time with Momma.”
- >This isn’t especially unusual.
- >Every day, you end up in this position.
- >And even though you act like it’s no big deal, the idea of going to school without a bellyful of your Mother’s milk is beginning to become somewhat unnerving.
- >Not that you’d admit it.
- >But, at least prior to today, Pinkie always fed you in secret.
- >Today, she didn’t even bother to secure the door.
- >At any moment, one of the Cakes could come up and see her exposing herself to you.
- >A terrifying thrill runs through your body, but before you can stand up, your Mother plops herself down into your lap.
- >“There we go!”
- >She giggles, grinding her backside into your thighs.
- >“Now you’re nice and comfy, right?”
- >Not exactly.
- >Your Mother isn’t a large woman, but years of working in the bakery have given her a fuller figure than she boasted in her youth.
- >The weight of her body is quickly making your legs go numb which, in consideration, may be exactly what she wants.
- >Hefting one of her heavy breasts to your lips, Pinkie offers the nipple to you and in a friendly, but commanding tone orders:
- >“Drink.”
- >And so, with little recourse, and even less resistance, you open your mouth and begin to suckle.
- >Pinkie purrs, biting her lower lip and pushing her chest more firmly against your face.
- >“Ooh, that’s it baby. Drink all the milk from Mommy’s breasts. You need it after all, if you want to grow big and strong.”
- >How irritating, you think as the milk rushes over your tongue and down your throat, causing your stomach to flip in excitement.
- >Every bit of your brain that’s not frustrated at your predicament is firing of small sparks of pleasure, and they’re quickly overwhelming any negative feelings you have towards your Mother.
- >Of course, it doesn’t help that as you’re draining her breasts, Pinkie’s begun to shift her thighs back and forth.
- >The soft, inviting warmth of her legs is causing your body to react in an uncomfortable way.
- >N-not like you hadn’t popped a boner before when milking your Mother, but this, this feels different.
- >And from the glint in your Mother’s eyes, perhaps she thinks so too.
- >Cradling your head in her hand, Pinkie whispers to you.
- >“See? Momma’s milk is already helping her little baby to grow up strong.”
- >Flexing her left leg, Pinkie slides her plump thigh over your erection, coaxing it between her legs.
- >You struggle to gasp for air, but she refuses to let your head go, instead opting to rub her thighs together around the tip of your captured dick.
- “Momma’s boy is so big and hard, what a good little boy.”
- >Her cooing baby-talk brings a rush of heat to your face, but any attempt to string together an insult falls apart as Pinkie continues to tease you with her thighs.
- >“Momma knows you’re trying to be tough, but you need to remember that you’re still little and need me to take care of you.”
- >As if on cue, her legs tighten, burying your boner in a vice grip of supple flesh.
- >While you furiously gulp down her milk, Pinkie leans closer and whispers in your ear:
- >“Let Momma take care of this too, okay?”
- >Bringing her free hand down, she places it between your legs and touches the tip of your penis.
- >You feel all the tension in your body release in an instant, your already futile struggles coming to an abrupt halt as you cream your pants.
- >With a delighted laugh, Pinkie continues to tease your penis with her thighs and finger, murmuring soft words to you.
- >“Good boy, go ahead and cum for Momma. Don't think about anything else”
- >A lazy haze fills your mind as you feel yourself drifting away.
- >It’s a good fifteen minutes before you snap back to reality.
- >Pinkie, her chest significantly less swollen, is pulling up her hair and offers you a smile.
- >“Oh good, my baby boy’s back. You had me worried I wouldn’t get to say goodbye before you had to head off.”
- “Wh-”
- >You try to form words, but your mouth is still sticky and dry, your tongue bloated leaving you unable to speak coherently.
- >Your Mother walks over and places a hand on your cheek.
- >“What happened? Well, after you made a mess of your undershorts, you went to town on your Momma’s breasts. If I’d known you would be that enthusiastic while coming down, I would have started doing this months ago.”
- >Your underwear?
- >You lean back in your chair, lifting up the waist of your pants.
- >“Oh, don’t worry about that.”
- >Pinkie giggles.
- >“I took them off so you wouldn’t have a nasty wet spot on you all day. I’ll just hold onto these as wash them when I get home.”
- >She waves them at you, teasingly before helping you to your feet and giving you a gentle push towards the door.
- >“Now, hurry up and go to school, or you’ll be late.”
- >School… right…
- >As you stumble towards the stairs, your Mother calls after you again.
- >“And Anon?”
- >You turn, blushing as you see Pinkie cupping her chest again.
- >“Don’t be so difficult for your after school feeding, okay?”
- >Without another word, you hurry down the stairs.
- >Despite your eagerness to leave, a small part of you laments that the feeding is over.
- >And another shivers at the coy, knowing smile on your Mother’s lips that follows you all the way to school…
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