It was 7 in the morning. I woke up to the sound of the TV. Even though I was young, my cock stood up strong and straight. It is because of my mother. Whenever I see her, she wears a loose nighty, or a low cut blouse without any bra and putting on her 42 dd size breasts in display. At a young age, I craved for mother's breast milk. Mother would never tire of providing it for me. Father permitted this until I reached six years old when he chastised both me and my mother one day, telling me to stop drinking milk. However, even after that, mother still secretly provided milk out of affection for me.

Whenever my father was absent, I forbid my mother from wearing her blouse. She would leave her breasts exposed and only cover them with her saree. This allowed me to nurse whenever I needed to without any barriers. One day, I woke up feeling incredibly hungry and went to search for my mother. My father was in the living room, watching television. I found my mother in the kitchen, preparing meals for the day.

I want to say a little about the mother. Her name is Radha. She is a Brahmin lady. Her body measurements of 42-32-44 were nothing short of impressive, and even her walk had a certain grace that turned heads. When she walks her buttocks and breasts will shake twice. You can tell by looking at the body that has grown on ghee and curd. Her figure was soft and voluptuous, like a ripe fruit waiting to be picked. I had never seen a woman so confident and sensual in her own skin. Every curve on her body is a perfect recipe for alluring anyone who lays eyes on it.

I was watching her from behind and enjoying the view of her huge buttocks. The nightie she was wearing was very tight on he behind on her boobs. It was not transparent, but a very sexy one. I went behind her and hugged her tight and was very hungry for her milk.

She pulled my hand and put it on her stomach and asked, 'Did you get up only now?'

I said “Yes” and hugged her even tighter.
"Darling, don't do this when I cooking. I'm busy", she said lovingly and pinched my hand.
I just placed my face on her back from behind and whined, “I'm hungry right now”.
"There is coffee. Do you want to drink it?", she asked.
'No, give me milk', I said.
'Bala, come now. Father is here. He will scold us if he saw it', she said.
'I don't know all that, I'm hungry, give me milk', I said.
'I have to cook. You go to your room. I will come later and give you milk, okay', she said.
I just went in front of her and looked at her face with a puppy look and said, “Please, I'm very hungry. I want it now”
Saying “You are a nuisance”, she combed my hair with her hand lovingly. Then she unzipped her nightie. Because the breast is enlarged, the zip did not go down.
 

From behind, I watched her swaying hips and admired the way her nightie clung to every curve of her body. The fabric was tight over her ample backside and bosom, hinting at the curves beneath. Though not see-through, the material was undeniably seductive. Unable to resist any longer, I wrapped my arms around her and pressed myself against her soft form, aching for the taste of her milk.
She pulled my hand from her waist and placed it on her stomach. "Did you just wake up?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
I nodded, unable to speak as I nuzzled into her neck.
"Darling, please don't do this when I'm cooking. I'm busy," she scolded gently, pinching my hand playfully.
But I couldn't help but whine, "I'm so hungry right now."
"There's coffee. Would you like some?" she offered.
"No, I want milk," I insisted.
"Milk? Now? Father is here. He'll scold us if he sees us like this," she warned.
"I don't care about that. I just want milk," I pleaded.
"I have to finish cooking. Go to your room and I'll bring you some milk later, okay?" she suggested with a patient smile.
I pouted and looked up at her with big puppy dog eyes. "Please, Mom. I'm really hungry. I need it now."
With a sigh, she ruffled my hair lovingly. "You're such a handful." And then she unzipped her nightie, revealing the luscious swell of her breasts that strained against the fabric.
"I can't get them out with this zip," she grumbled as she struggled to free herself from the tight garment.

"See? My breast won't come out. Let me put on a blouse and petticoat and then I'll give you milk," she explained.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at her with longing and said, "Mom, please. Even at night, I don't eat properly."
And with that, I gazed at her bosom lovingly, my hunger growing stronger with each passing moment.

I couldn't begin to fathom what was going through her mind. But without any hesitation, she spoke with ease, "Come on, go inside the nightie.".  There was no hint of shame in her voice or action. And with that, she lifted the flimsy fabric in front of me, unashamed and unapologetic. Her smooth legs were exposed first, followed by her shapely knees and thighs. Then, she revealed her hairless mound, ripe stomach, and delicate navel before finally revealing her ample bosom. The sight was like a feast for my eyes - her nipples were plump and enticing, the size of grapes, were hard and inviting. It was a visual feast for my eyes.

As if that wasn't enough, she boldly lifted the nightie up to her neck and nonchalantly directed me to “Drink some milk”. Before I knew it, she had pushed me inside and tossed the nightie over my head. It was then that I noticed - my mother wasn't wearing anything else underneath. The soft skin of her bare body pressed against mine as we sat there together under the thin nightie, creating an intimate moment I never would have imagined with my own mother. The sight of her naked body against mine was both thrilling and intimidating, but I couldn't look away as she stood there, confident and unashamed in all her feminine glory.  The scent of her skin enveloped me as she threw the nightie on top of me, leaving me in a state of shock and awe at her boldness and beauty.

Both the breasts were hanging beautifully next to my face. I weighed both breasts. 'Look how much milk is in your breast'. 

Mother patted my head and said, 'What are you playing with the boobs? Place your mouth on the nipples and start drinking?'

I place my lips on her nipples. I started sucking the milk. I only heard the sound of ssssss. She always gives me milk with love and affection and she loves it when I drink her milk . I forgot myself in the spell of milk. I just hugged her voluptuous hips and it was good to hug her naked body inside the nightgown. My dick also started rising. I was drinking milk by rubbing her  naked thighs and pussy with my penis. I was playing with her chain and was drinking milk, forgetting myself. I just pushed my face again and again on her breasts and drank more milk. Her milk quickly  got empty in her breast. She was breathing very fast. She patted my head over her nightie and pushed up her breasts up and gave me more of her boobs.

The soft, rounded curves of her breasts,  full and round, hung gracefully next to my face. As I reached out to touch them, the weight and warmth of her milk-filled breasts surprised me. "Look how much milk is in your breast," I exclaimed with pride and started kneading her breasts. 

My mother's voice was soft and loving as she placed a hand on my head. “What are you playing with the boobs? Place your mouth on the nipples and start drinking.”

She encouraged me to place my mouth on her nipples and start drinking. I eagerly followed her instructions, placing my lips on her warm, plump nipples and beginning to suckle the sweet milk. The sound of ssssss filled my ears as I drank deeply, lost in the sensation of love and nourishment from my mother. It was a familiar feeling, one of love and comfort as I drank from my mother's nourishing source. My mother always fed me with love and adoration, reveling in the bond we shared during these moments.

Her body pressed against mine as I hugged her voluptuous hips, reveling in the feeling of her nakedness beneath her nightgown. As I continued to drink, my own body responded with arousal, my erection growing against her bare thighs and rubbing against her exposed pussy. But I couldn't focus on anything else but the taste of my mother's milk and the feel of her against me. Mother's gentle hands caressed my head as I greedily drank from her breast. Her love and affection for me was evident in every drop of milk she gave.

In the haze of milk-drunk pleasure, I forgot myself and surrendered to the spell of my mother's milk. My hands instinctively wrapped around her voluptuous hips, reveling in the feel of her naked body beneath the nightgown. As I continued to drink, my own body responded with arousal as my penis began to rise against her skin.

Lost in the moment, I couldn't help but playfully tease and explore her naked thighs and pussy with my growing member. With each sip of milk, I also played with her chain and let myself become lost in the sensation of nursing from her nurturing breasts. She gave me more milk willingly, panting with quick breaths as I emptied each breast. And when one breast ran dry, she eagerly pushed up her other breast for me to continue drinking from. Her breaths were coming fast now, matching the pace of my own heart as we shared this intimate bond together inside the kitchen in the morning.

With a soft sigh, she whispered, "Vishwa, I've been producing more milk lately and it's been keeping me up at night. I was thinking, perhaps I could come to your room after our father has fallen asleep and give you some of my milk."
I nodded silently, eagerly awaiting the taste of warm, nourishing milk from my mother's breasts. As she fed me with a loud slurping noise echoing through the quiet room, her body moved in sync with mine. Her hand gently stroked my head, an act of love and care amidst this intimate moment between mother and son. 
But as I shifted to switch to the other breast, she followed my movement, her naked skin brushing against mine. "Why are you pulling me?" she asked playfully. "The other breast is right beside the one you are drinking from." She laughed as I continued to drink, lost in the blissful haze of nourishment.
In my milk-induced stupor, I pulled her around clumsily until she grunted in annoyance at her nightie getting in the way. With a swift motion, she removed it over her head and tossed it aside, now standing completely exposed except for the chain around her neck, in the middle of the kitchen in broad daylight.

I stood before her, my lips closing around her right breast as I greedily drank the milk from her. My hand roamed over her waist, feeling the curves of her body and eliciting a moan from her. With desire blazing in her eyes, she pressed her nipples against my lips with one hand while the other rubbed my head, urging me on. And there we stood, naked and entwined in the middle of the bright kitchen, indulging in our most primal desires without a care for the outside world.

A commanding voice shattered the air. "What's happening here?" my dad bellowed, his imposing figure standing at the doorway. My heart raced as panic set in, but I couldn't tear my mouth away from her delicate nipples as I turned to face him. His eyes narrowed in confusion and anger, but I was too lost in the moment to care. The room seemed to shrink as our bodies pressed closer together, our breaths mingling in a hazy fog of desire. Despite my father's sudden presence, I couldn't bring myself to stop.

"He is drinking milk," Mother said calmly to Father, her voice carrying a hint of disapproval. 

"Didn't I tell you not to give him milk? He is not a small child. He is capable of giving you a child.  He's practically as old as a donkey and you're still feeding him like a child." Father's face turned red with anger as he shouted back.

“What can I do? My milk is always secreting and I'm always full and heavy. Besides, he seemed excited and wanted it.”, Mother shrugged, her bare shoulders glistening in the sunlight seeping in through the open window.

 “That's why I gave it to him.”, she said.

Father's accusing tone only grew louder, "So? Do you have to do it fully naked?" 

Mother met his gaze steadily, unapologetically. "He's going to take care of me after you're gone. There's nothing wrong with showing my naked body to him."

Father's eyes widened in disbelief as he spat out, "Looks like you want to sleep with him and fuck him." 

A sly smile played on Mother's lips as she retorted, "Then all your property belongs to him and I belong to him." 

The tension in the room was palpable as their heated argument continued, each determined to defend their actions and desires.

Feeling her body tense under my touch, I moved my hand with a possessive urgency. Her words were like fuel to the fire, igniting a primal hunger within me.

"Look," she gasped, her voice trembling with anticipation. 
"Even before I could finish my sentence, your son is already pleasuring me.", she said to my father.

My fingers worked eagerly, exploring every inch of her wetness as she moaned and writhed. The room was filled with the sounds of her desire, each touch and movement more intense than the last.

Father's face twisted in anger as he confronted mom. "Is this how you raise him?" he demanded, looming over his wife. She stood her ground, proud and defiant. 
"Yes," she replied firmly, "this is how much respect I have." Her voice was tinged with anger and hurt.
"This is my life and I'll do as I please. If you don't like it, then leave," she retorted.

With an arrogant smirk, I leaned in closer to her, pushing my hands roughly against her most intimate places. I could feel her tense under my touch, but she didn't protest. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. My fingers found their way to her sensitive areas, eliciting pleasured moans from her lips as I devoured her bosom with my mouth.

My lips traced a path down her neck, nibbling at her flesh until I reached her breasts. With a firm grasp, I pulled them closer to my mouth, playing with her nipples and teasing them with my tongue. As she moaned and writhed beneath me, I knew that in this moment, I had all the control. And I intended to use it however I pleased. My hands explored every inch of her womanhood, teasing and caressing her most sensitive areas while I boldly sucked on her nipples, relishing in the taste of her sweet milk.
She pushed me against the wall, her hands gripping my body possessively as she whispered in my ear, "Why do you crave me so much in the morning?" Her words ignited a fire within me and I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around her and kissing her passionately.
She pulled away abruptly, reminding me of reality with a stern voice. "Enough. Go take a bath. You have to go to school."
Confused by her sudden change in demeanor, I protested, "But you said you were mine." I cupped her breasts in my hands, squeezing them together and planting kisses on her lips.

She scolded playfully, "Don't be naughty in the morning. Let me cook for you."
"If you claim you are mine, then you must obey my every command," I demanded.
A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes as she replied, "Oh? Am I your wife now? Will you demand that I lie down and spread my legs whenever you please?"
The thought alone made me tremble with desire as I pressed myself closer to her body, trailing my lips and tongue over every inch of her exposed skin. My mother moaned with pleasure but eventually pushed me away. "That's enough for now. Go take your bath." But the lust between us would not be easily quenched.

As I made my way to the bathroom, I shot a sneering glance in Dad's direction. My steps echoed with purpose as I entered the bathroom and beckoned for Mom to bring me a towel. Her nightie clung to her curves, taunting me with its sheer fabric. Without hesitation, I pulled her into the bathroom and hungrily pressed my lips against hers, while my fingers roamed over her body and found their way to her nipples. She quivered in my embrace, succumbing to my every touch as if she were melting into me.

I ravaged her pussy through the thin fabric of her nightie, eliciting loud moans from her lips. 
With a primal hunger, I lifted her nightie to reveal her spread legs and wasted no time in devouring her dripping wetness. 
She reciprocated eagerly, running her hands through my hair as I explored every inch of her folds. 
As I bit down on her swollen clitoris, she cried out, "Vishwa", in ecstasy, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls and reaching me father outside.
I continued to plunge my tongue deep inside her, lapping up every drop of her sweet nectar until she came undone in my arms. 
Her face was flushed with pleasure and I couldn't resist tasting the evidence on my drenched lips and face. 
The first cum  a mother gives to her son.
"What is this? You don't even have a little bit of patience. Is this how you send your mother outside?" she said with mock anger.
"Do you want to embarrass me in front of your father?" she scolded playfully, but I only pulled her into a tight embrace and stripped off her nightie. 
She hastily ran out of the bathroom, completely naked. 
She stood outside the door exposed to the world, she pleaded for me to return her nightie and I couldn't help but grin at how wild our encounter had been. 

Father's face twisted in an explosive mix of shock and rage as he caught sight of my mother standing fully naked outside the bathroom. His hands clenched into fists and his jaw tightened, a flush creeping up his neck.

With a playful tug, I pulled her inside the house and teasingly offered, "Come and get your nightie." 
She chuckled and replied, "Hmmm, that's enough playing. Give me the nightie. I need to start cooking."
She slipped into the nightie in front of my father. As she disappeared into the kitchen, the tantalizing scents of her cooking wafted out and filled the air.

After a refreshing shower, Father and I sat down at the elegant dining table. The warm aroma of freshly steamed Idli filled the air as Mom, served us the delicious dish on delicate plates. Each bite was a perfect blend of softness and flavor, leaving us both satisfied. 

"Amma," I complimented with a grin, "this Idli is exceptional today. It's impressively large and perfectly soft." 

A knowing smile crossed her face as she replied, "And it's also piping hot, just for you." We both laughed but Dad was seething in the table.

Her voice dripped with lust and desire as she demanded, "No more eating. Now you must drink all the milk I have secreted in my swollen breasts because of your play." With a wicked grin, she turned to face Dad, inviting him to witness the taboo act about to unfold. 

In a daring display of dominance, I lifted her nightie and plunged my hand into her wetness, greedily sucking every last drop of milk from her heaving bosom. The sight of me drinking from both her ripe breasts in front of Dad only fueled our forbidden desires.

As I left for school, I leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, pretending to be her husband. 

When I returned home in the evening, Father was sitting in the hall. 

We smiled at him mockingly and I called out for Mother. From her room, she responded by saying, 'Take a bath, dear.' 

I followed her command and soon found myself clean and refreshed. Anna then she called out again from her room, 'Darling, can you please come inside?'

Intrigued, Dad went in and asked what was needed. But to his surprise, Mother said, 'I did not call you. I called my son.' 

John was visibly embarrassed and blushed furiously.

My mother chuckled at the scene and called me to come inside quickly. As I entered the room, I saw that she was struggling to put on a blouse. She explained with a smile, 'You have sucked so much that my breasts are swollen and I cannot wear any blouse. Could you help me put this one on?' 

The mention of our special bond made my body tingle with excitement.

'I will make your belly as big as your breasts are,' I teasingly replied as I squeezed her ample chest and drank from it like a hungry newborn. Then I helped her put on the blouse.

After finishing my homework and dinner, I relaxed by watching TV while Mom finished her work before retiring to her own room. Dad also left soon after.

Later on, there were faint noises coming from inside their room but I couldn't make out what they were saying. 

Eventually Dad emerged and approached me with a grim look on his face. 

He whispered , 'She wants you to come inside and make love to her.' 

She had mocked Dad by making him deliver the message to fuck his wife to his son.

My heart raced with joy at the thought of being intimate with my beautiful mother for the first time.

As I entered the room, my eyes were immediately drawn to her. She stood before me, draped in a flowing saree with no trace of a blouse or bra underneath. The scent of jasmine filled the air, adorning her hair and giving her an ethereal glow. She looked like a  seductive, yet innocent bride. My heart raced as I took in the intoxicating sight before me.

I entered the room and sat next to her, my heart racing with anticipation. She flashed a smile that sent shivers down my spine and began removing her saree pallu, revealing creamy skin and luscious curves underneath. With a seductive glint in her eyes, she squeezed milk from her breast into a tumbler and handed it to me.
"You only love this milk, don't you?" she teased, her cheeks turning pink with arousal. I took a sip of the sweet liquid, unable to resist its intoxicating taste. But before I could finish it all, she stopped me.
"Don't drink everything," she purred, "save some for your bride."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This woman, who had always been so reserved and traditional, was now speaking like a temptress. And as I gave half of the glass to my future wife, she drank it eagerly before whispering in my ear, "Now take the whole body. That's what I've been waiting for all these days." With that, she threw off her saree and lay on the bed like a seductress, ready to fulfill every desire that had built up between us over time. My heart pounded with desire as I joined her, lost in a passionate embrace that left us both breathless and fulfilled.