A Bitch of a Mother
Copyright© 2025 by Lemon Fizz
Chapter 3: Slut Mom
“Jonathan!” she said, hastily pulling her blouse over to hide her tits!
Blushing she said,”I didn’t hear you come home! I just finished feeding your puppy.”
So; my mother had been breast feeding my pet puppy again when I’d told not to!
“That’s OK, Mom, but remember Beano just a baby so you mustn’t over feed him!”
She scowled and put Beano down on the pillow,”Ok, look I’ll go and change then we’ll have coffee.”
She strode to her bedroom but when she turned to close the door I stopped her.
“Jonathan, please leave me alone so I can get decent. I don’t know what you are thinking but just get it out of your mind.”
“Sorry, Mom, but my mind is made up. I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“Please, Jonathan, cool down; I’ll be with you in a minute.”
“Mom, open your blouse. I’m going to inspect your tits.”
“You’ll do no such thing. Now get out before I get really mad.”
I firmly pulled her hands away from her chest! “Jonathan No!”
Her blouse opened some and I saw them! What she had there were two swollen jugs of clotted dairy cream!
I was holding her wrists appart and slowly forced her arms above her head!
Her blouse was open; now I saw her breasts fully exposed!
She almost spat in my face! “You wicked, dirty boy!”
“Arh ... shit! They’re really choice Mom!” I whispered as my cock began throbbing.
“And just as I suspected, their getting bloated! Your hooked on breast feeding that puppy! I’m going to have to do something about these tits mother!”
“Don’t do this Jonathan,” she said weakly. “If you stop right now I won’t say anything to your father.”
“Father? ... Father died nearly two years ago Mother?... “ I kissed her lovingly on the lips ... I expected her to slap my face.
And instead of moving her arms down to close up her blouse, she simply stood there looking into my eyes.
“So! ... you’ve seen them! What now?”
Suddenly I realised my kiss had broken down her resistance! Now I would cross the line and openly feel them.
My first touch of them sent shock waves between the pair of us; and she suddenly whimpered, “Oh my darling darling boy...”
I began squeezing them! How firm yet yielding they felt? She began whimpering in discomfort, so I began to gently knead them and soon a jet of milk squirted from each nipple! “Jezzus christ ... that was crazy cool Mom!”
My mouth latched onto one swollen nipple and suckled her milk.