While Anne shatters Daniel's perception over her "tears" of joy, she lets go of his backside and holds her left breast. With a happy hum, she guides his head close, leaving the artist no choice but to latch on her nipple.
Although she wishes she could feel his lips, the sli mother still shivers in delight over the sight of her son burying his mouth into her soft gel-based flesh. At this point, her only regret is that the milk is not hers. Still, the psychological effect is powerful as she recalls Amy's mories of nursing him as a baby.
"Oh...oh Daniel."
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Tears stream down Anne's face as she cradles him close, gently cupping his head to keep him steady and secure. She begins to sway soothingly while tenderly running her fingers through his hair as he suckles.
Daniel closes his eyes and tries to keep this mont pure, moving his lips softly around her nipple. Although he's unsure of the proper way to nurse, milk dribbles into his mouth with his attempts, so he keeps at it. That said, no matter the technique, his heart and cock throb for her. It doesn't help that the milk tastes better for so reason. Not sweet per se, as it's still regular milk, but much like how water can be refreshing when thirsty. It spurs him to not waste a drop.
The artist's movents slowly increase as a result. He wraps an arm around her waist to keep himself pressed in, then licks with the tip of his tongue and circles around her nipple.
"Is it good, baby?" Anne asks. "I know it's just regular milk but... it's coming out of mama."
Daniel's spine tingles at her words as he nods, his mouth parting with a loud pop as he slides his tongue along her nipple. He catches the trailing drops before returning to latch, feeling the milk spray into his mouth as he squeezes her breast more firmly with his lips. Shaful pleasure surges through him, yet he can feel nothing but increasing desire for this experience.
Inevitably, the living room fills with vigorous suckling and slurping noises as Daniel increases his draw against his mother's breast. His cock similarly stretches out against his pants, causing him to shuffle his legs.
Anne isn't blind, noticing her son's discomfort and coos. How could she allow her baby to remain uncomfortable?
"Mama's got you," she reassures softly as her hand glides across his stomach. She doesn't bother leaning across and simply utilizes her flexible body to stretch her arm toward his crotch.
The artist flinches to her touch and unlatches a mont to breathe through his mouth while his sli mother strokes the front of his crotch. He looks up at her, slightly ashad by her notice, yet her watery eyes reflect back at him without bla. Fake or not, he feels the need to repeat his initial thought out loud this ti. "Mom, you're...absolutely beautiful."
Anne holds back a sob and leans her head, bumping her head against his. "Oh Daniel...no, you're beautiful! Mama is so happy to nurse you again!"
Daniel smiles weakly at such praise before burying his face back into her breast, lest she sees his reddening face. Anne chuckles as he does and wipes away lingering droplets of water and milk on his cheek. "Take your ti with Mama's milk, my sweet, and I..."
Her hand, now at his crotch, unbuckles his belt and slithers inside. "...will handle yours."
The artist breathes in sharply as his sli mother takes more of him. With desire built up for her touch, his needy groans vibrate into her gel mass, causing milk to release more into his wanting throat.
Anne hums smoothly, finding his eagerness to drown in her tits amusing, especially considering he was dubious before.
'It seem the baby has co through,' she thinks, her face warming as she begins rubbing the stiff mber to the side.
Daniel's fly unzips, allowing his mber to co out of its confinent. His mother starts tracing circles on the tip of his head with her fingertips, in sync with her gentle movents cradling his real head. Her warm gaze is fixed upon him, her eyes filled with pleasure as she sways from side to side. Her hand follows suit, going up and down in a hypnotic rhythm.
While being pumped, the artist lifts his remaining free hand to fondle her other breast, letting his hand sink into her depths. Anne responds by squeezing his cock more. She purrs as he compresses further against her. Along with his mouth noises, the beating of his cock is now loud enough to add to the mix of love and thirst that echos about.
Such love shows as her hand goes up...
Schlick!
...and down, all the way to the base.
Schlap!
It continues like this in quick succession until Anne can see her sweet baby twitching as his pre-cum oozes out more consistently, covering the rest of his groin.
"You're almost there, aren't you? That's okay, sweetie. Let it out for mama," Anne encourages, leaning forward to kiss his head again.
Daniel grunts, resisting. He doesn't want to let her hand depart from him so soon. Witnessing such tension, she decides to give him a special kind of finish. It's an idea she's had for a while, but there's no perfect mont than now to execute.
Her rubbing of his shaft stops before she reduces the density of her skin, flattening her palm against the tip of his mber. As she presses down, Daniel has to latch off and gasp as he feels his length slipping into her hand and through her arm.
'Holy fuck!' Daniel screams in his mind, his body quivering.
Schlop! Schlop! Schlop!
With her hand now acting like a tight pussy, Daniel can no longer focus on Anne's breasts as his hips lurch forward, eting the downward thrust of her palm. His hand on her right breast digs into her more as he struggles to hold it in. Such force isn't ant to be resisted, and Anne's grip on him is determined to take him through the journey of an unforgettable climax.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
His warm spunk flows through Anne's arm, all hidden behind her skin. She keeps her hand fully flushed to his base, massaging his testicles until they soften in size and there's little to give.
When her son stops twitching, she raises his head closer to her face and kisses his sweaty forehead, pulling his head to settle on top of her chest.
"There, there. Is mama's baby good?" she asks, removing her hand from his now limp mber. She glides it to his stomach to rub him soothingly before dabbing away so of the beads that have built up on his forehead.
Daniel is unable to speak, trying to get his breathing in control before he nuzzles into her chest with a heavy sigh.
"I…love you."
The sli girl proudly tilts her head. "Hehe, Mama loves you too. You know, I still have more milk to give, so why don't we head to bed to continue, hm?"
The artist can't reject such a sweet offer as his sli mother tucks his cock back into his pants, patting it down. It leaves him only slightly embarrassed yet cozy at the sa ti.
The rest of the night continues in his bedroom, with Anne humming, stroking her son's hair as he suckles her breast. Her thigh rests between his legs, ready to consu his crotch and milk him whenever his manly desires flare up.
For now, Daniel falls asleep with his sli mother's breast in his mouth, suckling more tenderly as a baby might.
While they could always do this again, Anne knows it's not ideal to fill her breasts with store-bought milk. Not only would it be an added expense, but she also wants to be able to freely nurse him whenever.
For now, she puts such wishes behind her as she brushes through her son's hair, completely oblivious as a slight ripple travels within her.
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