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Thanks for the awesome feedback. This chapter is also short, but as sweet as breast milk, I promise.

To my very first comment, from anonymous; there's a little nod to you in this chapter, as your comment made me smile and was the first to inspire me to continue the story the way that I have.

I'm not a son, nor a mom. Just a story that popped into my head of pure fantasy.

Leave constructive feedback if you'd like, and enjoy.

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Dalia woke to her son latched onto her nipple.

It was a wonderful feeling, but new this time compared to other mornings was that his naked cock was hard and pressed against her hip. She sat up, breaking away from his grip on her breast and inviting him to curl in her lap. He did so, and looked up as her as he let his knees fall apart, begging to be touched. "This is unusual." she said, looking at him and raising her brow. Even though she remembered the events of the night before with no regrets, he'd never been horny during morning feedings.

Darek broke away from her breast, looking shyly down at his bobbing cock. "Usually I masturbate in the mornings, Mommy. Lately I've been thinking of you, but, I want you to do it again like last night." Just thinking about her hand, her breasts leaking inches from his face, pre-cum beaded at the tip. He wasn't wearing shorts, and was completely naked in her bed.

"Sweetie, I can't always do this for you. How about a compromise. Masturbate here with Mommy while you have milk." she smiled down at him.

He seemed to agree and planted his tongue around her nipple and latched his mouth around her areola, sucking in earnest. His hand wrapped around his cock and began stroking quickly. Her breasts jiggled slightly as his jerking movements shook her.

He must have been horny because his load spewed quite suddenly over her belly and breast, and he grunted, his pelvis gyrating as he rode out his orgasm. He continued sucking her breast, letting go of his cock to hold her close around her waist.

"No, no. We clean up our messes in this house, baby, don't we?" she glared down at him, and he looked up at her with a bit of confusion.

"I can get a cloth." he said, about to extricate himself from her.

She tsked and shook her head. "You suck up my milk with your mouth, you can suck up your own."

Darek grimaced, and looked down at the semen sliding down her skin. He shifted, and stretched out his tongue, licking the flesh of her belly, slurping and sucking. He did the same to her breast before returning to her nipple. "It tastes funny, Mommy. I don't like it." he murmured with a mouth full of her tit.

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Feeding time was over and Darek got dressed in his room and headed off to work. She kissed him goodbye and immediately picked up her phone. She called one of her old co-workers, a traditional Indian man who was cursed with 8 daughters. His goal had been to marry them all off to prominent traditional Indian families, but even a year and a half ago his wife died, and his persistence waned. It was also hard to marry off a woman to a traditional Indian family if they didn't take on traditional Indian habits, and this made him exasperated by his 4th eldest daughter. She was much more Americanized than the others, and while she was one of the most beautiful of her siblings, wasn't as desired because she could not cook decent Indian food. She also wanted to go out to the city, party, and go to college which wasn't in her families budget while having to pay for her other sisters' weddings.

The Father and Dalia spoke at length, catching up and talking about work before Dalia breached the topic of having her son marry his 4th eldest. He thought she was joking, but Dalia held firm. She told him she'd be able to be American and go to college like she wanted with her son as her husband, making her much happier.

It was a few days before Dalia was able to meet his daughter, Sachi. Until then, she and her son Darek spent their time with him masturbating and breastfeeding from her lap in the morning, and her jerking him off and letting him breastfeed from her lap in the evenings, and everything a normal family does in between

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Dalia first met with Sachi alone in a coffee shop. She wanted to get to know her. Sachi sat across from her, a coffee cup sandwiched between her hands. She wore an orange and red beaded top and jeans and running sneakers, her long black straight hair in a braid over her shoulder. She peeled the tops off of a few creamers and dumped it into her coffee.

She looked nervous.

They sat for almost an hour and talked at length about her ambitions and desires before getting to anything heavy. Dalia won her over quickly when she told Sachi that she didn't really want her to marry her son like her father expected, but they were willing to hold up the illusion that they had gotten married. She could leave anytime. She just wanted an agreement so that her son was protected. Kurna Escort

"I also have a pretty large nest egg, I can pay for you to go to college if that's what you want."

"Isn't it weird that you're getting a girlfriend for your son?" she asked, much more comfortable now that they were talking easily. She spoke with a slight accent, as her family lived in London until a few years ago.

"Sweetie, your family has had an arranged marriage for every one of your sisters they've been able to marry off, and I called your father not a week ago to ask for you and he agreed to marry you to him. So... which is so weird?"

They chuckled on that, and Sachi nodded in agreement. They talked a bit more, and parted ways. They had one or two more coffee dates before Dalia invited Sachi to her home. There, she told Sachi she wanted to see how she could take care of her son domestically, and so Sachi made them lunch. They decided on spicy chicken tacos, one of Darek's favorite meals. The woman was a natural in the kitchen, and even though she never bothered to learn traditional Indian recipes, she was still nimble and could handle herself with a fire and pan.

They sat down to eat, and Dalia arched her back with a groan. "I'm sorry, dear, I need to pump. You don't mind?"

Sachi was confused at first, and then her eyes widened in realization as Dalia pulled out the pump. "Wait, you have a baby?" she asked in shock.

Dalia chuckled. "Oh, no. Darek was my one and only. I had him when I was just 19. but for whatever reason, I never did stop producing. Darek was a restless boy, and he never calmed without mommy's milk."

Sachi raised her eyebrows in interest. "That must be really inconvenient."

"Well, it helped forge an unusual bond between me and my son."

"How long did he breastfeed for?"

She chuckled. "A while." was the only vague answer she gave.

Dalia turned on the machine, and unbuttoned her shirt, pulling down the cups of her bra. Her monster nipples popped free, and Sachi gasped. Dalia put the cups on her nipples and the milk bags attached to the machine began to fill quite quickly.

"Wow... My mom breastfed some of us, but she said it was a bad experience. She hated it." she looked at Dalia's breasts in wonder. She seemed incredibly comfortable with Dalia.

"Have you ever tasted breast milk? I've been producing so long, its such a sweet flavor." Dalia gave her a sly smile, a bit of a playful challenge. But her reaction to this would decide on whether they could go forward with this arrangement.

She looked down, suddenly shy. "I mean, I've always been curious, I think everyone is curious at some point but..."

"Well come taste it!" She pulled one of the pump cups off of her breast, and a bit milk sprayed onto the table.

Sachi hesitated at first, her head tilting as if she was going to say no. But Dalia insisted. Sachi stood and turned towards the cabinet to get a glass to collect it in but Dalia shook her head. "Straight from the breast is best, darling." Somehow, a confused and hesitant Sachi found herself on her knees by the kitchen table, kneeling between Dalia's knees. She bit her lip, not knowing why she was so willing to do this. But her curiosity drove her forward. With a bit of coaxing from Dalia, she closed her mouth over the long, swollen leaking nipple.

The first drop hit her tongue and she groaned. The milk was warm, sweet. She expected it to be thicker, but instead it was thin and velvety and slipped down her tongue effortlessly. She flattened her tongue against the long nub, egging the milk into her mouth.

"That's it, Sachi, darling." she said, "Come on, go ahead and hold me." she encouraged her, and Sachi didn't hesitate to wrap her arms snugly around Dalia's waist. Dalia stroked her hair gently. "That's my girl."

Sachi was filled with warmth from more than just the milk flowing in her belly. She felt cared for and embraced by Dalia as if she were her own mother. She sucked hard as the machine drained her other breast. It was several long minutes before the milk flow began to slow. She started to realize her knees were sore from kneeling. She hadn't even noticed it happen as she was so entranced in Dalia's milk.

"M-Ms Dalia. I..."

"Call me Mommy, sweetie." she said, taking advantage of the haze on her mind.

"I... I enjoyed that a lot..." she whispered. "...Mummy."

"I'll tell you a secret." she said, continuing to run her hands through Sachi's hair. She meticulously brushed the baby hairs back into her thick mane. "Darek always has too. And Darek still does, just as you're doing now."

Sachi shifted, settling down onto her hip with her legs off to the other side. "He calls you Mummy and drinks from your breasts too?" she repeated, looking up at her.

"Yes he does. And he'll be home later tonight, and after dinner my breasts will be full again. He's a bright young man, with a promising career who still loves his Kurna Escort Bayan mommy, and Mommy's milk." she paused, watching as Sachi processed this new revelation. But after her own experience breastfeeding from Dalia, she had no problem understanding why he felt that way. "And I was hoping you would make dinner for us." She smiled.

"I'd love to make dinner." she stood, and turned towards the fridge where she'd seen a pound of ground turkey thawed on the bottom shelf. "D-does Darek like Chili? Or perhaps meatloaf? I'd like to make a good impression."

Dalia couldn't believe her absolute luck with how this whole day was progressing. Her milk was definitely something else, and the bond she'd formed with Sachi was strong. "Chili sounds wonderful. I can make bread." She stood, leaving the cups of her bra folded down and her shirt buttoned only from the waist down. She wanted Sachi to become used to her being exposed this way.

"There are other needs that my son has, of course." she brought up casually as the ground turkey browned in the pan and Dalia kneaded the bread.

"Y-you want me to care for his... other needs. Mrs... er... Mummy... I... " she frowned. "I'm not experienced. I don't know how I will do that. I mean, I've been thinking that something along those lines must be why you need me to be there for him, but I don't know where I would begin. I feel as though, given everything, this may not be such a traditional relationship."

"Spot on, Sachi. You see, over the last two weeks my son has confided in me that he has sexual needs that are deepened by his need for my breast milk. Feeding turns him on greatly. But I'm his mother. I can help him find pleasure and release, and I have. But I cannot do more."

Dalia bit her lip. The revelations of today had been like a bizarre dream. "But Mummy, wouldn't it be strange if he loves you, why would he want me?"

Dalia smiled as she set the dough aside to rest and they put the lid on the chili, letting the contents simmer. She took Sachi by the hand and led her into the living room. "Can you strip, Sachi?" she asked politely. A shy virgin as she was, she wanted to please Dalia and did as she was told. "My son needs a confident, challenging woman, Sachi. Just like his Mummy. But he also needs to be held and comforted. Can you do that?"

Sachi nodded slowly, biting her lip. "I think so..."

Dalia moved up to Sachi, and put her hands on either side of her neck, under her prominent, feminine jawline and smoothed her hands down her shoulders and arms. Sachi shivered, enjoying the sensual touches. Dalia's soft, motherly hands left her skin, and slid between her arms and the sides of her breasts, just under her armpits. Sachi giggled as it tickled, but it quickly became a gasp as Dalia moved her palms towards her front and held her breasts. They were much smaller and perkier than Dalia's worn motherly breasts. Dalia rubbed her thumbs over her small hardened nipples, each the size of a small pea. She'd forgotten what nipples ought to look like, as her own stood out so prominently.

Dalia continued her exploration of Sachi's body, sliding down her sides to her pinched waist. One of her favorite things about Sachi that she knew Darek would love was her small waist. She slid her hands to her wider hips and pulled her suddenly towards the couch. Dalia felt as if she was warranted this selfish guilty pleasure.

She sat in front of Sachi and pulled her legs wide, having her sit on the edge of Dalia's knees with her legs spread as wide as they would go on either side of her legs against the couch. She was a slender girl, and her labia weren't as prominent as Dalia's own, leaving her clit particularly exposed. Dalia saw the petals of her inner labia meet at the hood of her clit, and was pleased to see her small clitoris was peeking out. It also seemed to glisten. Was this situation arousing her? Dalia was quite glad.

She slid a hand between her thighs, and pressed her other against the small of Sachis back to keep her in place on her knees. "Hands behind me, my darling." Sachi wrapped her hands around the back of her neck and Dalia dipped her middle finger into the wetness pooling at her entrance. She swirled her fingertip along the tight muscle of her entrance, drawing a moan from Sachi who tried to close her legs. But her position on Dalia's knees and proximity to the couch prevented this. She drew a line in this wetness to her clit and felt her shiver on her lap as she drew circles around the little marble. It grew hard and swelled under her ministrations, and she gyrated, arching her back and letting her head fall back.

Dalia did not want to make her orgasm, but take her inhibitions, and so she teased her this way, stopping the stimulation whenever Sachi's moans grew too loud and her breath became too short. She was whimpering and panting after the fifth time she pulled her hand away. "Please, Mummy, please don't stop." she cried, her hips trembling, her hands shaking Escort Kurna where they gripped Dalia at the nape of her neck.

"I can't give you this. You must get it from Darek. Are you willing to take that from him?"

Sachi looked at Dalia with a fire in her eyes, grinding on her lap, her fingers curling into fists at the nape of her neck where they obediently remained this whole time. "Yes Mummy..."

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It was a few hours before the door opened and Darek came into the house around 7. He traipsed into the kitchen, bag in hand. "Hey, Mommy, I'm h-" he cut off, seeing a beautiful, slender, long haired woman standing in the kitchen, setting the round table with bowls. A delectable scent hit his nostrils, and he stepped towards the women hesitantly. "Hey, Mom. We have a guest?"

Dalia smiled. "This is Sachi. Sachi's father used to work with me. He's been looking to marry his daughters, and I was hoping that I could introduce the two of you."

Sachi smiled, looking Darek up and down like he was a tall glass of water in a desert. The teasing session earlier was still wreaking havoc between her thighs, and the rough fabric of her jeans continued to rub her; Dalia had cruelly taken her panties from her. "Hello Darek. It is nice to meet you." she said, holding out her hand.

Darek stepped forward and grabbed her hand, shaking it and glancing nervously towards his mother. "N-nice to meet you." he said.

They sat down for dinner, and Darek loved the white chili, apparently Sachi's doing, and fresh baked bread from his mother. Sachi was actually quite easy to talk to, though she seemed nervous and shifted regularly in her seat. Sometimes, he caught her looking at Darek a bit too long through her lashes, and he felt self conscious. Even though he was enjoying her company, being in the presence of a beautiful woman and his mother was making him swell in his work slacks, and he too was soon shifting uncomfortably.

Once dinner was finished, Dalia invited them to retreat to the living room, where she put on a movie. She sat in her usual corner, of the sectional and invited Darek to lean against her. He resisted, glancing at Sachi and then returning his gaze to his mother.

With a gasp and wide eyes, he saw her with her shirt open around her breasts, flashing a sly smile towards him. He looked back at Sachi who was unperturbed, and somehow looked even hungrier than before. He turned back to his mother. "M-mom... what is-"

Dalia smiled. "Sh sh sh... come breastfeed from Mommy..."

The movie played in the background and Darek froze, his face and ears turning bright red. Sachi stood, and moved in front of him between his spread knees. She bent at the waist and grasped him under his jaw, lifting his face and pressing her lips against his. With a shuddering breath of utter embarrassment, he returned the kiss. "I don't understand what is happening." he whispered when it broke, and Sachi simply smiled, and pulled her shirt over her head. She was stepping out of her jeans a moment later. Darek inhaled, smelling a sticky sweet scent waft from the crook of her thighs. She licked her lip, and he glanced nervously at his mother.

He vaguely recalled a promise she had made when he received his first hand job from her that she would find a solution for his... other needs. But he didn't want a girl, he wanted his mommy. He turned towards her, and Dalia leaned forward. "Come breastfeed from mommy." she repeated.

"Go on. Its milk time, Darek." Sachi said, running a hand through his hair and quickly unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off of his well toned shoulders. Darek's face was bright red as he began to give in, leaning back on his mommy's thigh like he had that first time. Her leaking nipple came into view, and he took a deep breath, glancing down at Sachi.

Sachi smiled, and knelt down on the couch between his legs, unbuttoning his slacks. "Drink." she encouraged him as well, and pulled his slacks down, revealing his member which had fully hardened as he was bombarded by the situation.

Darek looked up and opened his mouth, latching onto his mommy's nipple. The first squirt of delicious milk hit his tongue just as Sachi wrapped her hand around his cock. He let out a guttural moan, his lip trembling at these overwhelming feelings. This has always just been him and Mommy. He imagined what he and mommy did and what he and a prospective girlfriend did would be separate. But here he was, drinking from his mother, with a small, dainty hand on his throbbing member. He was filled with shame at the idea that this woman knew... and was now witnessing this secret that he had with her. It had always been so important to keep it between themselves.

Dalia smiled down at her son, and she could see the conflict on his face. She placed a hand on his chest, which rose and fell quickly with a breath heavy with both arousal and panic. She ran a hand through his hair with the same tempo that Sachi stroked his cock. His hips rolled in response to her ministrations as he sucked hard at Mommy's breast. He broke away from the nipple, and looked down at Sachi. Milk dripped on his face as he looked down at his cock head disappearing and reappearing behind her darker hands, making him moan. "More please..." he whispered.