It was a hectic time. The baby was disrupting everything at my house. Dad, Mom, or I would have to wake up for midnight feedings, taking turns. Everyone was pitching in. Donna was helping her mom out with Jay.
Before I knew it, over a month had passed. Donna insisted we go out on a date again. No mothers supervising us. They were busy with the babies. It was the first time we had done that. It felt weird pulling up to pick her up.
Her father let me in, a big smile on his face. Donna came running down the stairs, and she held something in her hand. Something I had seen many times. She thrust the pregnancy test out at me, her green eyes brilliant.
There was a pink line in the display.
“You finally did it, Jason,” Donna said. “You finally knocked me up! I’m going to be a MILF!”
She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with such fierceness. Her mother watched behind her, holding our son. Mr. Lemon loomed to my right. I gripped Donna, holding her to me, so thrilled that she was pregnant.
She broke the kiss. “So, you know what this means, right?”
“What?” I panted, my mind reeling.
“Shotgun wedding!” She grinned.
I blinked. “I don’t have a ring.”
“Better get one. I am not having a bastard.” She nuzzled into me. “Time to make me into an honest MILF.”
“Well, then, Donna, will you marry me?” I asked her.
“You need to get a ring,” she said, shaking her head. “And propose. It has to be a big deal. Like, go viral on TikTok big!”
“Oh,” I said, blinking. “Well, I’ll think of something.
Donna beamed at me.
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“That was a wonderful night,” Donna said as we headed towards my house. She clung to my arm, wearing a tight dress of black that hugged her. You couldn’t tell she was pregnant yet. She was only a month along. “Mmm, when is your mom going to join us on dates again.”
“When Michael gets a bit older,” I said. “She’s a very attentive mother.”
“Mmm, raising that next hunky son to fuck her hard,” Donna giggled, her hand falling on her stomach. It was too early to know the sex of our child. We were both hoping for a son. Donna deserved to be a MILF who had a son that loved her.
My boy and I would tag-team her together.
I opened the door, the house dark. It smelled of sweet roses. A perfume that filled my nose with the sweetness. I flicked on the lights to reveal my living room was decorated in roses. Petals strewn on the carpet. More in vases. Mom and Dad were watching from the kitchen, Mom holding her phone and recording it all.
“Jason,” Donna gasped, my redheaded girlfriend looking around in shock.
My nervousness hit its peak. I sank to my knee before her, holding her hand. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the black, felt box. Donna said the proposal had to be a good one. From the way she gasped, her right hand fluttering to the side, her green eyes misting over as I flicked open the box.
“Jason,” she whimpered now, the emotion growing in her eyes. “Oh, Jason.”
I pulled the ring out and brought it to her left hand. “Donna, you are such a wonderful girl. You make my heart beat wildly. After my mom, you make me the happiest. Being with you lifts my spirits. I want to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Oh, Jason, yes!”
I slipped the ring onto her finger and bounded to my feet. I swept my fiancee up into my arms and kissed her. Her lips melted to mine. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as my hands grabbed her rump. Mom and Dad moved closer.
Dad applauded. His hands slapped together while Mom made these choking sounds of emotion. I just kept kissing Donna, holding her in my arms. I wanted to marry her. I wanted her to be my wife and raise my children.
I wanted to share her with my mother.
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Six months later, and it was finally the day. The wedding day. I was in the waiting room, the ceremony coming closer and closer. The wedding photos were taken, Donna looking so radiant in her wedding dress, her pregnant belly on display.
I wore my suit, wanting to adjust the bow tie. The cummerbund. I kept wiping sweaty hands off on a handkerchief instead of my slacks. I didn’t want to ruin the tux. The nervous energy built and built in me. These butterflies. I knew it would work out, but I was still scared of making a fool of myself.
“Mmm, nervous?” Mom asked. She wore a blue dress that hugged her body. The bodice wrapped around her, a single button holding her gown closed. She undid it. “I know just what you need.”
Her dress opened to show off her black bra, holes in the fabric cut out to let her nipples through. A nursing bra missing the little covers. It was more elegant. Milk beaded on her nub. She held out her arms, fingers motioning me to come to her embrace.
“Just nurse from your mommy. That will calm you down,” she cooed. “That’ll make everything better. Okay?”
“Thanks, Mama,” I groaned and headed to her. I wanted to make her happy still. It had been over a year since I had gotten the belt buckle. Over a year since my life had changed and I fell under its spell.
The entire world had fallen under its spell. I rarely wore it. It was back in the room that I shared with Mom, and soon that we would also share with Donna. The three of us would occupy the master bedroom while Dad slept in my room when he wasn’t busy working as a cop.
I ducked my head down as her hands slid over my shoulders. She pulled me towards her breast. My lips slipped over her fat, dark-red nipple. I suckled. Her milk squirted into my mouth. I shuddered at that rich and sweet delight. Her creamy love spilled over my tongue and soaked my taste buds. I groaned and gulped down that wonderful milk.
I swallowed it. My throat worked as I kept sucking at her. I nursed with force at her. My cheeks hollowed as I gulped down all her breast milk. I loved the taste of her. The flavor. My cheeks hollowed with my every suckle. I nursed on her with passion. Her milk flowed down my throat.
“That’s, it, Jason,” she cooed. “Just drink all Mama’s milk. Relax. That’s it. Mmm, just relax and enjoy that delight.”
I did, my nervousness vanishing with every suckle.
I groaned, savoring that taste. My fingers dug into her rump. I kneaded her ass, savoring the delight of her milk flowing down my throat. I gulped down every bit of her milk. I loved the taste of her. The flavor of her milk.
It poured down my throat. This wonderful, rich, and delicious cream. I drank down every drop of her milk that squirted into my mouth. I loved the rich flavor. The sweet taste of my mother’s dairy delight. She gave me just the treat that I needed.
“Oh, honey,” she moaned. “Mmm, is Mama’s good boy feeling better?”
I nodded and suckled again, savoring the flavor of her milk. The cantaloupe after taste lingered after each suckle. I loved it. I savored it. I was so glad that I had my sexy mama to be here with me on my special day.
“Good,” she purred. “I want you to kneel and enjoy another delight.” She smiled. “Eat Mama out. Make Mama cum. Then we’ll go out there and start it.”
I popped my mouth off her nipple and sank to the floor, groaning, “Yes, Mama!”
If she told me to kneel before her and eat her out in the middle of the supermarket or the library or even church, I would. I absolutely would. I would please her at any moment. I would be ready to just drop to my knees and worship her.
I pressed up her skirt. She wore dark-brown nylons, my hands caressing over them. Her skirt rustled. She smiled down at me, her nipples poking hard out of the holes in her nursing bra. She winked at me. I grinned back at her as my hands slid from her thigh-highs to her bare skin. I pushed up higher and found her brown bush dripping with her juices.
No panties, just a black garter belt to hold up her stockings. I loved it.
The tangy scent of my mother’s pussy filled my nose. Dewdrops beaded on her thick curls. I leaned in and nuzzled into her bush. Her silk spilled over my face. The ticklish delight made me smile. A moment later, my lips kissed at her cunt. At the pussy that birthed me.
I licked at her snatch, sliding my tongue through her thick folds. I stroked to her clit and brushed her. She gasped, her back arching. A shudder ran through her. She moaned as I licked at her bud again and again. Her moans echoed through the waiting room.
“Oh, yes, yes, Jason,” she groaned as I licked at her pussy, parting those wondrous folds. “Oh, you know how to love your mama’s pussy.”
“Nothing I love more,” I groaned, squeezing her naked rump and licking at her twat again.
“Oh, Jason,” she groaned in motherly delight. “You know how to make me feel special.”
“You deserve to feel special, Mom,” I groaned and licked her again.
My tongue slid through her folds. I caressed her with hunger. My tongue parted her folds. I stroked over her again and again, loving the texture of her. The flavor. She whimpered, her boobs swaying in her bra. I loved the sight of the milk beading on her nubs as I licked up her yummy pussy cream.
My tongue thrust into her snatch. Into the very pussy that had brought me and my son into this world. I swirled around in her, worshiping her. My dick twitched in my pants. That wondrous ache shot through me. It would be incredible to make her squeal in delight. To make my mother cum.
“Jason!” she moaned. “Oh, Jason, that’s it. That’s incredible. Oh, your tongue is so bold.”
“Mmm, I love being bold with you, Mama. I want you to flood my mouth.” I licked her clit. “Just gush all those juices.”
“Yes!” She shuddered, her hand grabbing the back of my head. She held me to her clit. “Make your Mama cum. Mmm, such a good boy, Jason.”
I loved it when she called me her good boy. I savored it. That was so exciting. I licked and lapped at her. My tongue fluttered against her clit. I brushed her bud. She gasped and shuddered, her passion echoing through the air. She made such naughty sounds when I licked her. I loved that.
She gasped and moaned, grinding her twat on my face. Her juices ran down my chin. My mother came closer and closer to cumming. To showering me in her juices. I wanted that. My fingers dug into her plump rump as I slid my tongue to her clit. I nibbled on her. Suckled.
“Jason! Jason!” she gasped. “Oh, god, Jason!”