My mother had raised me to serve her. No, she didn’t abuse me. Instead, she showered all her love and attention at me. She was over protective, fighting boys and their mothers and even dads when somebody picked on me. Since I was always a small c***d, it happened almost every day.
It wasn’t until I was 6 that I realized that my relationship with my mother was different. Most k**s in my class brought their lunch to school. They even had their water bottles. So did I, except that mine was always filled with milk. Fresh milk, from my mother’s breasts.
Each morning my mother woke me up with a gentle hug. Even before I opened my eyes, her large nipple was in my mouth and I suckled those juicy tits till I was full. A quick run to the potty while mom emptied remaining breast milk in my bottle.
That’s what I’d drink all day hoping to grow bigger and stronger, just as she promised I’d some day.
That day never came. However, mom continued to feed me her milk. She strongly believed that it’d help us bond for a lifetime.
My tenth birthday was the first day in my life when I didn’t wake up with mom’s nipple in my mouth. She was waiting for me at the breakfast table. When I came in, mom smiled and hugged me.
“Today you are a young man. Not a boy anymore.” she said kissing my forehead.
“Thanks mom!” I was happy but a little confused.
“I’ll no longer bottle the milk for you. You are too old for that.” she said.
“So no milk? Have I grown up enough?” I asked.
“I never said that!” she said mischievously.
As I watched, my mother stood up and unbuttoned her nightie. It fell to the floor and there she was in all her glory. I had seen her naked before but for some reason, she looked beautiful today. She had done her hair in a bun. She was wearing her glasses with a red frame. Her lips were painted red too. But it was the red on her nipples and vulva that made it special.
That day my mother helped me get on the table and I got my birthday gift – fresh milk out of my mother’s saggy breasts while she stood completely naked in front of me.
Our relationship developed further and our love deepened. I now knew that I’d be closer to my mom than any other boy in my class. For some reason, this secret gave me the strength to fight back against the bullies. Her milk did other wonders too.
My hair started growing rapidly and were almost down to my shoulders in a few months. My hips started to fill out too. My long legs and arms became toned but it was my skin that turned heads. Almost creamy white and radiant, it attracted women and even men wherever I went. Girls, even the snooty ones, followed me around.
The only thing that didn’t grow was my penis. At two inches, it was smaller than most boys in my class. On my next birthday, my mother promised me that I was long overdue for a growth spurt. She looked at my cock and little balls and then hugged me. I spent the day sucking her tits and wishing that my my penis would grow overnight so that I could make her proud of me.
Days went by and soon I was eighteen. By now my mother had put on almost 30 pounds. She weighed 175 and looked voluptuous with a bigger, almost 50 inches of ass, semi toned stomach and a huge, 55″ chest. For my birthday and to celebrate my adulthood, mom organized a party with some of her very closest friends.
I danced with Linda, mom’s prostitute friend. Sheila, mom’s coworker at the bank came with her son Justin. We played darts.