Chloe quickly closed the door shut behind her. Her heart was racing frantically, threatening to explode. She took quick, shallow breaths and cold sweat formed on her forehead.

“What did I just see?” she asked herself.

She was alone in her room. It was the same room she spent her whole childhood in, she was familiar with every inch of it. Still, after more than a decade away from home, living her own life, it somehow ended up as her sanctuary.

“Calm down, Chloe, it was probably nothing...” she tried to tell herself.

It was pointless, her heart screamed what her brain pointlessly tried to silence. She didn’t imagine a thing, what she saw was real.

“What was that machine? What was mother doing?”

No one was there to answer her questions, she was alone. The silence in the room spoke loudly, screaming the answer at her.

“Was it a milking machine? But what for?” Chloe wondered, but her mind tortured her, “for milking...” She tried to place the pieces of the puzzle. Her mother was 47 years old, and Chloe was an only child. Her mind did all the math for her, the last time her mother should have made milk was 27 years ago when Chloe was a baby.

“I don’t understand, it’s clearly not for milk...” Chloe walked over to her old bed and sat down, hoping the change of place would help her think. “Maybe it’s some kind of infection?”

It creeped her out even more. Her brain raced with the worst cases she could imagine, Alzheimer, Carcinoma, blood poisoning. But deep within she knew it wasn’t the stuff of horror. Deep inside, her body told her it was something else. Her mother looked super healthy, her body was nothing short of gorgeous, a masterpiece of nature...

“No!” Chloe raised her voice at herself, “I can’t think those kind of thoughts.”

She got on her feet and started striding around the room, “Stay out, stay out, stay out,” she repeated the mantra to herself as the sun outside her window was slowly setting.

Chloe eventually stopped next to the window. She opened it and took a breath of fresh air to help clear her mind. It seemed to help as her inner voices calmed. This is why she left home, went on a journey to clean a problem she couldn’t handle back then. It was all so simple when her father was alive...

The memory of her father pulled the rug under Chloe’s feet. Her eyes started to fill with tears of lunging. Even though they didn’t see each other for over five years, Chloe and her father talked on the phone every day. The bond between them was deep, so deep it made Chloe run from home. People around her blamed her father, called him a monster, slandered his name claiming he did bad things to Chloe.

Her father was an angel, a kind spirit that came down from the heavens. Chloe knew who the monster that made her run from home was all too well. It followed her throughout her journey, taking her steps and waiting for the opportunity to strike.

“I’m the monster...” Chloe whispered as a single tear dropped down her right cheek. She ran away because she couldn’t control herself. Love was what her heart longed for, forbidden love. Something deep within her poor psychic wanted her mother’s love ... At first, she thought it was just toying with her, but when sexual arousal came Chloe was powerless to stop it.

She ran because she wasn’t going to be that girl, she wasn’t going to compete with her father over her mother. She knew how those stories end, she knew of Oedipus and Electra, she refused to share their ends ... And so, she ran away from home, as far away as her legs took her. Only to find herself back in the place she ran from.

3 months passed since he died, 90 days before she managed to come back to her childhood room. It would seem that her mother’s return to her life also brought back her feelings, the ones she was sure she buried so deep they will never see the light of day again.

“Dad ... It was so much easier when you were still here...” she sighed and wiped her tears with her sleeve.

“Chloe dear,” came a voice from the other side of the door. It was her mother, Daphnis, “Dinner is in 20 minutes, is everything okay? You rushed away the minute you saw me.”

Chloe walked over to the door, “Yeah mom, everything’s fine. I just had to run to the bathroom really quick.”

“Oh, nature calls, I hope everything is okay now...” her voice was just as calming as Chloe remembered it from years ago.

“Yes, everything’s great ... I’ll see you in 20...” Chloe released the air in her lungs and thanked the lord her mother didn’t insist on opening the door so she could see her. She wasn’t sure she could look her mother in the eyes right now, with the mess that just flooded her mind.

Chloe used her twenty minutes for two things. First, she did her best to calm down, it was mostly a waste of time. Second, she went through her bag and located the most unprovocative pieces of clothing she could find. She was hellbent on drawing as little attention as she could to what she saw when she came in.

With her mind made up not to say a word about the milking machine or her mother’s body, Chloe opened the door and headed downstairs to the dining room. The house itself was just like she remembered, the same white walls that displayed the same paintings since she was no taller than 4 feet. It stirred up a mixture of strange feelings. Joy, for the times that were, pain, for a life that ended, concern, for a deviation she thought she had control over...

The table was covered in white cloth. It had a shine to it, as if made from the finest fabrics. The silverware and plates sparkled and glitter, as if magical in nature. It all seemed so inviting, as if the prodigal daughter finally returned home.

“Oh, Chloe,” her mother’s voice came from the kitchen, “take a seat, I’ll bring out the soup in a minute...”

Chloe took a deep breath. Fear loomed over her shoulder, threatening to rip the self-control she worked so hard on to tiny shreds. ‘No, I have to fight this, I am in control of my body... ‘ she repeated the mantra in her head over and over as she sat down in her chair and pulled herself closer to the table.

“Are you ready, Chloe?” Daphnis’s voice reverberated from the kitchen. It was so soft and tempting that Chloe struggled to sit upright when it shook her core, her eyes transfixed on the kitchen door. “Ready or not, dear, here I come.”

First out of the kitchen was a small pot with a ladle protruding from the top. Steam rose from the pot and filled the air with a delicious aroma. Chloe was oblivious to the intoxicating smell, her eyes focused on the delicate hands that carried the pot, the hands of her nourishing mother. She walked into the dining room with a proud step that seemed almost majestic. Her green dress would have bedazzled Chloe if her eyes weren’t looking elsewhere.

Chloe’s eyes examined her mother’s rack. Two massive orbs decorated her mother’s femininity and screamed sexuality. Each breast was about the size of a very large orange with very little sag if at all. They lingered in mid-air for a split second before Daphnis started walking. With each step, her boobs swayed wildly, moving left, then right, the dress doing a very bad job dealing with the immense breasts.

Reaching the table, Daphnis placed the pot on the cork potholder, and took the ladle in her hand. She reached for a bowl and poured some soup in.

“Chloe, her, this is for you,” Daphnis offered her daughter.

Chloe didn’t move, she was paralyzed. Before her very eyes, she spotted something that caught her attention. Through her mother’s green dress stood out two twin peaks, massive knobs that bulged obscenely through the fabric. The bulges Towered atop her breasts and refused to calm down. The two nipples almost taunting Chloe, calling her to act.

“Chloe?” Daphnis’s voice ripped Chloe out of her trance.

“I’m sorry, mom,” she whispered as she grabbed the bowl and placed in on her plate, “my mind drifted for a second there...”

“It’s okay, dear,” her mother said as she made her own bowl and sat down to eat, “got a lot on your mind, Chloe?”

“You can say that,” Chloe admitted, struggling with the dark emotions that started to surface in her heart, “I miss dad, and I...”

Silence filled the room and Daphnis examined her troubled daughter, “I miss him too...” she confessed, “your father was just right for me, he was my soulmate...”

The words stung Chloe’s heart. Not because her mother didn’t love her, but because she knew her mother would never love her the way she did her father. “You two were so lucky, mom...” Chloe sighed, “Dad was such a good man...”

Chloe was unsure, but she thought she saw a tear forming at the corners of her mother’s eyes. “I tried my best, but I never managed to fulfill his biggest wish...”

“Another child?” Chloe asked. She knew the answer long before her mother spoke. It was her father’s biggest dream, another baby.

“Yes, we tried, once you were old enough, we tried for 15 years...” Daphnis wiped her eyes, “it never caught on ... By the time we got around to checking what’s wrong with a doctor, we learned your old mother was over the hill.”

Chloe felt something within her waking up, something in her nether regions she had almost no control over.

“Thank you for agreeing to come here, Chloe,” Daphnis thanked her daughter as she finished the soup, “there was no way I could survive another weekend all alone in this house.”

“I get you, mom,” Chloe said as she handed her own bowl over and Daphnis disappeared into the kitchen to fetch the main course.

She patiently waited for her mother to bring the next course. All the while, she tried thinking of anything else to calm the waking beast. ‘One plus one is two, two plus two is four,’ it wasn’t working... ‘A, b, c, d, e,’ she recited the abc to take her mind off of things, but the moment she got to ‘e’ a thought popped to her head, ‘no, she’s no bigger than 40DD.’ Chloe thanked god for bringing her mother back soon. The woman carried a platter with a whole, oven-roasted, chicken. It looked super juicy and tender, waiting to be carved.

Daphnis took the knife in her hand and looked at her daughter, “What can I get for you, Chloe? Thigh? Breast?”

Chloe felt a cold sweat running down her back when her mother said breast. Of all the things, why did she have to mention that word, mention the two massive, shining, pale orbs that dangled from her chest...

“I ... I’ll...” Chloe struggled to build a coherent sentence, “thigh...” she stuttered at long last, now mesmerized by her mother’s wide hips. It seemed Chloe was surrounded by sparks that threatened to light her fuse.

“Sure thing, dear,” Daphnis said with a captivating smile as she carved the joint. Suddenly her movement stopped, “I think I bumped into a bone in there,” she smiled at her daughter and wiggled the knife a little before pushing down hard with both hands. A snapping sound was heard, but Chloe ignored it. Her eyes were locked on Daphnis’s breasts. Before her very eyes, the green dress turned into a darker hue. It originated where her puffy nipples were and spread out.

“Mom...” Chloe stuttered, “your breasts...”

Daphnis gasped and looked down at her body, noticing the two growing stains. “I’m so sorry, Chloe,” she apologized, “I’m lactating, I’m sorry you had to see that...

“You’re what?” Chloe had a hard time bringing sense to what she heard.

“I didn’t finish milking myself when you came in before. I’m so sorry, I should have drained myself before dinner...” Daphnis apologized.

“But why? How do you...” Chloe was already confused, and as she stains grew and grew her confusion intensified.

“I’m lactating, dear,” Daphnis explained, “I don’t really know why ... The doctors are actually clueless as to why a woman who wasn’t pregnant in the past two decades would give milk...”

“How long has this been going on?” Chloe asked in shock.

“Past five years...”

“That’s what I saw when I got home...” realization dawned on Chloe, “you were milking yourself...”

“Yes, I was,” Daphnis admitted, “I have to milk myself about 3 times a day or it overflows like you just saw...” she sighed deeply, “It’s such hard job, and with your father gone I have to work so hard to milk myself ... I’ve been alone for only a couple of months but it feels like forever...”

Chloe felt it deep within her, the monster she tried to soothe to sleep reared its ugly head. It was hungry, and now, after all that time waiting, it was about to get what it wanted ... Chloe was powerless to stop the unrest that started below the table.

It awoke with a silent roar. A slumbering beast that waited for ages sent chills down Chloe’s spine. It wasn’t going to disappear before it got what it came for ... Chloe felt her stomach turning and her guts wrenching, her body was on fire. She felt a huge upheaval in her pants and she knew her body all too well, there was no turning back now. A storm of emotions was taking place in her heart, a hurricane of love, hate, confusion, frustration and fear. She was powerless to manage the force of nature.

Daphnis’s dress was soaked with her milk. She wanted to take it off, but something caught her attention. It was Chloe, her face was a dark mask of anguish while her body shook hard.

“Chloe? Are you okay?” Daphnis asked.

Chloe cried, she knew what was coming. Her hands slammed hard against the table and she quickly rose to her feet, “Mom, I love you, I always loved you...” she screamed, her heart racing and her breath unstable.

“I love you too, Chloe, you’re my daughter...” Daphnis answered wholeheartedly.

“No, not like that mother...” Chloe was gasping for air, as if her next words were razorblades, “I love you like dad loved you, even more...”

“What are you telling me, Chloe?” Daphnis wondered. The minute she examined her daughter’s figure, things became clear. Between her legs was a large bulge, her erect cock tenting the fabric.

“Fuck, mom, I love you!” Chloe cried and ran away from the table, leaving behind her shocked mother.

Chloe stormed upstairs in a tempest, her heart exploding with each passing second. She shut the door behind her with a loud bang that rattled the walls undressed and crushed onto her old bed.

“What’s wrong with me?” she screamed with tear-filled eyes into the soft pillows, “why am I feeling this way?”

The emotional hurricane within her core raged with fear for the consequences of her actions while she wept. What did she do just now? Why was her mother lactating? Why does she feel like she did the right thing? Even though she knew it was taboo...

From the eye of the storm came a soft voice, “I love her ... I really do...” Chloe whispered, “love is love...”

and with those words, Chloe fell into a deep, dreamless slumber that lasted an eternity.

Daphnis stood at the gates, unsure if they led to heaven of hell. The door to her daughter’s room was closed shut before her. She was done with waiting for a messiah to come, it was time to act, time to save her long lost daughter...

3 months passed since her husband passed away, 3 months of solitude. Her prodigal daughter came home to her at long last and confessed her love. Daphnis suspected it across the years, she was not blind to the happenings of her house, but was sure it was only her imagination. Now, that Chloe bravely spoke the words, and brought into the light a truth from over a decade ago, Daphnis was forced to answer the hard questions she neglected since her daughter ran away.

It was love that Chloe felt towards her. It was a neutral response for a daughter to love her mother, but this was something different, a different type of love. What should have been maternal love, has turned out to be something more. Passionate love perhaps? Was it lust? Chloe held the answers, and she rested beyond the door.

Daphnis grabbed the doorknob and felt its cold steel against her skin. It was as if her sensitivity skyrocketed since dinner, her senses were heightened. She turned her hand and pushed the door in, it was unlocked. The door moved silently, exposing a moon-lit room she remembered from days gone by. Her baby rested on the bed, covered with a blanket, deep in sleep.