Chapter 4

After a few stiff drinks we became relaxed after the ordeal of the funeral and Laura began reminising on what a good husband he had been in spite of the sex between them being so paltry and tame.

So I asked Laura why that was? ... when she had experienced how pasionate her sex drive was!

Laura gazed at me; then she explained in detail why she had been unable to share the sex she needed with her departed husband.

“Because the sex I secretly craved was an acquired taste; and one he was far too decent to know about, let alone indulge in. That form of sexual satisfaction was something I had to provide for myself Ben.

Fortunately, I took the pumping kit from my father’s laboratory; which I’ve since used in secrecy. A daily session keeps my breast full and bouncy! Perhaps you’d like to see it Ben?”

“I eagerly said that I would!”

Mom led me to her bedroom and opening a small cupboard, revealed her elaborate breast-pump equipment; rubber tubes, suckers and clips and motors! I was agog!

“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 honey, I’m with you now; We’ll sort this problem out together!”

She grinned appreciatively, “How about sorting me out A S A P!”

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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.

The gag muffled much of her anguish but within a short while the job was done, and I took off the ball-gag.

Then as if in an expression of gratitude, her glistening nipples began spraying jets of milk! This is what we both wanted; even if for differing reasons.

I gazed with a fascinated awe at the spectacle of my mother with her head back and her eyes closed as she relished the sensation of her tingling milk being forced from her breast in bondage. For me it was pure pornography.

It was time for a champagne celebration; and hearing the champagne cork pop, she smiled with her eyes still closed.

Then our naked bodies met, and between kisses, we sipped at our glasses of bubbly. She moaned as I tasted her lips, before my mouth sought out one hard nipple. She shuddered as I stretched it in my teeth: then released it to squirt milk over my face.

I took hold and placed my cock into initial penetration position and without pausing, steadily drove my cock deep into her. She gasped, then groaned with ecstasy. I advanced to full penetration; entering the gates of heaven.

“Oh You ... Dirty Little Fucker Ben! You have the same huge cock as your fucking father.” she cried.

This outburst amazed yet excited me; spurred me on! I sliced through the tightness of her cunt-lips with every thrust; she groaned each time, while a jet of milk punctuated each thrust I made! We were both racing towards heavenly oblivion, but I suddenly paused; I especially wanted to finish in her delicious butt.

I pulled her down onto her knees; her arms still bound. Her tits were oozing jets of milk!

Her butt thrust out and the sight of her arched back and the feel of those two round cheeks against me drove me crazy; I couldn’t hold out anymore.

I slid all the way up into her and I felt her tense up.

“Oh You ... Dirty Bastard Ben!” she screamed again! I slapped her face hard! First one way then the other! That felt so good. “You’re the finest slut there is Ma! And you know it!”

“You Bastard Ben!” she screeched.

I reached underneath her and strummed her clitoris; she began to climax, moaning ecstatically; I felt my cum rush; my cock exploded; pumping, rope after rope!

Finally, I coasted to a stop and withdrew; untying her arms and pulling her to me. I floated on a sea of euphoria.

She was dripping wet; but I needed her to suck me off. Just to put the icing on the cake. I nudged the head of my cock between her lips and she eagerly began her blow job.

Such was her technique; she’d emptied my cock’s larder in under a minute. She didn’t lose a drop and when she turned around to face me, kissed me with passion, “You’ve got your father to thank for that cock of yours.” She stated softly as we both lay back; panting with exhaustion,” and it’s another thing I’ve acquired a taste for!”

“Yeh! And you’re the bitch that I’ve acquired a taste for Ma!”

“That’s just fine by me Ben.” She crooned