Life had been a rollercoaster this past few weeks and I’d begin to wonder just what life is all about?

But the following morning was akin to waking in paradise. The rising sun had awoken us both as we disentangled ourselves from each other. It had been a night of rapturous fucking. I went into the kitchen and got some coffee going and then Shelia came and sat down somewhat bleary-eyed and began sipping some from the mug I had served her.

As we mulled over our lust-making from the previous night I brought up a point that had puzzled me, “When you climaxed you cried out: “Oh You ... Dirty Little Fucker!” Shelia pouted defensively, “Well, It was because I hadn’t got carried away like that in years Dick.” “Well, your outburst excited me and spurred me on; but I wanted to finish in your delicious butt: so I pulled you to your knees and I when slid all the way up, you screamed out, “Oh You Dirty Bastard Father!”

She looked dumbfounded.

“Oh Dick, I didn’t realise that; it must have just slipped out accidently; I’m sorry.”

“Well I’m confused mom; apparently my dad hardly had sex with you because of his heart condition; so how could he be on your mind in a moment of such passion?”

Mom stared at me thoughtfully,

“Dick I want no secrets between us now. I’ve waited for a right time to tell you these things – well, this is the right time.

That yell I made when you drove into my butt was a memory escaping me from the past.

You see, I haven’t had that kind of sex ... since Father was fucking me.

But Dick ... I don’t mean your father ... I mean Richard; my father.

It was him I screamed at.”

I gaped at her, “Your own Father?”

“And I must tell you now Dick; He was your father also.

I was still gaping!

You see your dad wasn’t your natural father. You were sired by Richard; when I was seventeen.”

She paused to give it a chance to sink in.

“You mean ... your father ... Richard, made me?”

“Yes Dick. My own father got me pregnant when I was seventeen; when I had already met your dad at the College Hop.

We’d began dating; it was romantic and he was sweet and I loved him ... but he never knew of the sordid affair between my father and I.

He simply became over-joyed when he thought he’d got me pregnant!

Then he begged me to marry him; I couldn’t hurt his feelings by telling him different.”

I stared in wonderment as my Mom unburdened her long held guilt.

“By the time you was born we’d been married six months! But Dick I’m so very ashamed to admit something else to you!

“Something else Mom?”

“Richard, my father, still had me firmly in his grip: I had to visit him regularly: for special treatment.”

“What kind of special treatment I croaked.”

“Well, he was very taken with my breast when they went into lactation mode during my pregnancy. He introduced me to a breast-pump: to encourage milk production: when it was sucking out my milk it gave me the sweetest sexy feelings: it became an obsession with me: I was unable to stop.”

For a while, Shelia looked at me guiltily.

“It’s very difficult to explain a compulsion Dick. Let’s say it’s probably like being a drug addict. And as you’ve seen yourself, I’m still lactating even now.” she smiled and continued.

“My father regarded me as his project; even his property. I don’t know how long it may have lasted had he not died of a massive heart attack.”

“Jezz! That’s two men in your life die the same way!” I lay my hand on her arm saying, “But perhaps it was just as well he did, huh?”

Her hand came onto mine with a warm smile, “My father’s death did bring me a kind of rehabilitation Dick: but it came with a price.

I finally became that dutiful respectable married woman who was content to see my son grow into a fine lad and go off to university.

But during that period my life was bereft of sexual excitement.

For any woman, that takes a toll on her feminine wellbeing and dignity.

Fortunately, I had something to save me from becoming a dried-out maid Dick. Perhaps you’d like to see it?”

“I said that I would.”

Shelia led me to her bedroom and opening a small cupboard, revealed her elaborate breast-pump equipment.

“Holy Shit Mom!”

“Yeh; I know it’s bizarre, but it’s the kit I’ve become addicted to!

I turned to her and put my hand on her arm, “It’s okay mom, I’m with you now; We’ll sort this problem out together before long. Trust me; okay?”

“Yes, just sort me out Dick.”

Mom stripped off for me in the shower and when she was naked, I tied her arms securely behind her and placed into her mouth a ball-gag. Apart from preventing any interference to the procedure, it thrust her breast forward which was helpful. Then I began methodically strapping her tits up; grotesquely tightly with the black bands of rubber.