Milky Milky Davvy
Copyright© 2025 by natnice
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - David starts by milking his grieving mom's overflowing breasts every day to ease her pain. What begins as innocent help turns into obsession and dominance.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Incest Mother Son DomSub MaleDom Spanking Lactation
Later that morning – David’s bedroom
The shower ended long ago.
Clothes scattered across the floor, steam still lingering in the air, the sheets already twisted and damp. Sarah is on all fours in the center of the bed, back arched deep, face buried in the pillow that muffles her cries.
David is behind her, knees planted firm on the mattress, hips slamming forward in a relentless, punishing rhythm.
The bed creaks loudly with every thrust—sharp, rhythmic protests of the frame against the wall.
Sarah’s arms are pulled back, wrists gripped tight in David’s strong hands, held high so her upper body is suspended, balanced only on her knees and the tips of her toes. She can’t brace herself, can’t escape the depth or the force.
Her heavy breasts swing wildly beneath her, swaying hard with each brutal impact, milk dripping in thin streams from both nipples—splattering onto the sheets in tiny white droplets that grow into wet patches.
Sarah (voice breaking, muffled into the pillow at first, then rising into a desperate cry):
“Ahhhnn ... Davvy!! ... YES ... Baby!! ... Fuck Mommy!!”
The words spill out of her raw and unfiltered, each one punched from her lungs by the force of his hips.
David’s fingers tighten around her wrists like iron cuffs. He pulls her arms back harder, arching her even more, driving himself deeper.
David (low, rough, almost a growl):
“That’s it ... take it, Mom ... every fucking inch...”
His thrusts don’t slow—hard, deep, claiming. Skin slaps against skin in a wet, steady beat that drowns out the creaking bed. Sarah’s head lifts from the pillow, red hair plastered to her sweat-slick face, mouth open in a continuous stream of broken moans and pleas.
Sarah (gasping, sobbing with pleasure):
“Yes ... yes ... harder, Davvy ... please ... don’t stop ... fuck me ... fuck your Mommy...”
Milk keeps leaking with every jolt, swinging breasts spraying faint arcs that catch the morning light filtering through the blinds.
David watches it all—her submission, her body yielding completely—and feels the dark satisfaction burn hotter.
She’s his now.
Completely.
And he’s only just started showing her what that means.
David’s rhythm never falters.
He releases her wrists and drops forward, chest pressing hot and slick against her back as he wraps his arms around her in a crushing hug.
One arm locks across her collarbones, the other slides lower—his large hands clamping over her swinging breasts, fingers sinking deep into the soft, milk-heavy flesh.
He squeezes hard—milking them roughly, forcing fresh streams of warm milk to spray from her nipples in rhythmic jets with every brutal thrust.
The bed creaks louder under the new angle, headboard banging against the wall.Sarah’s whole body jolts forward with each slam of his hips, her moans turning into raw, desperate screams that echo off the walls.
Sarah (voice breaking, pleading):
“Davvy!! Oh God—YES!! Harder, baby—fuck Mommy harder!! Please ... don’t stop ... AHNNN!!”
David buries his face in the crook of her neck, teeth grazing her skin as he growls against her ear, voice low and filthy.
David (rough, panting):
“You feel that, Mom? That’s my cock owning your pussy ... been waiting to wreck this cunt every fucking morning while I drank your milk like a good boy...”
He twists her nipples sharply, pulling another gush of milk that splatters the sheets.
David:
“Now you’re gonna take my load just like the greedy little slut you are ... gonna fill Mommy up until you’re dripping...”
Sarah’s back arches violently, her body shaking under the onslaught.
Sarah (screaming, begging):
“Yes!! Yes, Davvy—fill me!! Breed your Mommy—please, baby, I need it ... I need your cum inside me!! AHHH!! FUCK!!”
Her walls clench hard around him, milking his cock as another orgasm rips through her, her screams turning into broken sobs of pleasure.
David’s thrusts turn erratic, savage—hips slamming deep, hands mauling her breasts without mercy.
David (growling through gritted teeth):
“That’s it ... scream for me ... let the whole fucking house know who you belong to now...”
He squeezes her tits one last brutal time, milk spraying in arcs as he buries himself to the hilt and holds there, grinding deep.
Sarah (wailing, completely lost):
“DAVYY!! I’M YOURS—FUCK—GIVE IT TO ME, BABY—PLEASE!!”
David slows, then stills completely—his hips pressed flush against her ass, cock buried to the hilt inside her, throbbing deep.
One hand slides from her breast up to her chin, fingers firm as he turns her face toward him.
Sarah’s cheek presses into the pillow, neck twisted so she has no choice but to meet his eyes.
They’re inches apart.
Hot, ragged breaths mingle between them—his fanning across her lips, hers brushing his.
David (voice low, rough from exertion, but steady and full of something raw):
“Look at me, Mom.”
She does—eyes glassy, wet with tears and overwhelmed.
David (quieter now, lips almost grazing hers as he speaks):
“I love you.
Not just like a son.
I love you like a man loves a woman.
I love you so fucking much it hurts.
You’re mine now.
All of you.
Every breath, every moan, every drop of milk ... mine.”
His thumb strokes her jaw, possessive but tender.
David (barely a whisper, breath hot on her lips):
“I’m not letting you go.
Ever.
I love you, Sarah.”
Sarah’s breath catches hard.
The dominance in his grip, the unyielding cock still stretching her full, the fierce claim in his eyes—it’s all Mark.
The same fire.
The same absolute ownership.
Like father, like son.
Something inside her breaks open.
Love—deep, overwhelming, maternal and so much more—floods through her chest.
He’s taken his father’s place.
He’s become the man who owns her body, her pleasure, her everything.
Tears spill over, rolling down her cheeks as soft sobs shake her.
Sarah (voice trembling, breaking):
“Oh, Davvy ... my sweet boy ... I love you too...
I love you so much ... more than anything...
Yes ... yes, baby ... I’m yours...”
She turns her face the last inch, lips brushing his in a desperate, tear-slick kiss—open, needy, pouring every ounce of surrender and adoration into it.
David kisses her back fiercely, hips flexing once, slow and deep, sealing the promise inside her.
They stay like that—joined, breathless, lips barely parting—hot tears and hotter breath mingling as she cries softly into his mouth, accepting him completely.
Her son.
Her man.
Hers.
And she is finally, irrevocably, his.
David rolls her onto her back in one smooth motion, never pulling out.
Sarah’s legs fall open instinctively as he settles between them, hooking one of her knees over his elbow to spread her wider.
He gathers both her wrists in one large hand and pins them above her head against the pillow, his grip firm—unbreakable.
Then he starts fucking her again, slow at first, deliberate, long strokes that pull almost all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt.
Sarah’s eyes drop to where they’re joined.
She watches, transfixed, as his thick, long cock—veined, slick with her—disappears inch by inch into her body.
The same body that carried him, stretched for him once before in an entirely different way.
The same hole that gave birth to him now taking him deep, over and over.
Each thrust bottoms out, the head nudging something inside her that makes her toes curl and her breath hitch sharply.
She can feel every inch claiming her, filling her completely.
Her gaze drifts upward, over his taut stomach, his chest still glistening with water and milk, to his face.
Davvy.
Her beautiful boy.
His brow is furrowed in concentration and raw adoration, eyes locked on hers—filled with a fierce, pure love that steals her breath.
Not just lust.
Love.
Possession.
Devotion.
His earlier words echo in her mind, over and over:
You’re mine now.
All of you.
Every breath, every moan ... mine.