Chapter 24 #2
Oh yes. One day milk will come and I will feast on her every fucking day.
Power surged through me.
I gave the other nipple everything—suction deep enough to ache, tongue strokes to mimic the rhythm of an infant, pressure at the areola to trick her body into responding.
Come on, Mommy. Feed me. I’m so hungry.
My balls responded, tightening, drawing up hard against my body. They already knew they’d be emptying into her soon and continued to fucking wait.
Yes, Mommy. Start making milk for your filthy boy. I want to drink and pump you with my cock at the same time.
The epididymis swelled.
The seminal vesicles contracted.
It was clinical, biological, inevitable.
She moaned, “Oh God. . .yes. . . right there. Don’t stop.”
Her other hand threaded into my hair. Her nails lightly scraped my scalp, urging me closer. “So filthy. I fucking love it.”
My Mommy is so horny right now.
Groaning, I latched down harder, sucking greedily at her nipple until she gasped and her fingers clenched.
“You’re so filthy, baby.” She rocked her hips and I knew that pussy was soaking for me. “Fuck. I might come just from your sucking.”
Her praise broke something inside me.
I growled low, the vibration humming against her breast.
“Oh. My Filthy Boy.”
Those words set off a rush of dopamine so sharp I almost came.
Fuck yeah. I love being your Filthy Boy.
I sucked more, deepening my latch the way every guide described—mouth sealed wide, lips flanged, tongue rolling over the base of her nipple to stimulate the ducts hidden beneath the areola.
Mimicking the rooting reflex, the suck-swallow pattern that triggered let-down.
Programming her body to obey me.
“That’s it, baby.”
Brutal lust vibrated through every cell.
“Keep sucking.”
Oh fuck! How did I get so lucky?
More pre-cum dripped slow and steady from the tip of my swollen cock, soaking my jeans.
The wet heat seeped through, and it didn’t feel like a gentle leak.
It was a steady excretion my body produced for only her—a more than normal amount of white fluid gathering at my cock’s slit and sliding down the length until the wet spot of my pants spread wider.
Never had I wet myself like this for any other woman that I’d been with.
God I want to be deep inside her.
My cock twitched against the fabric. The mushroomed head was so engorged it felt swollen to the point of ache. Every throb dragged my balls tighter, higher.
I knew without looking down at my cock that every vein pushed against the skin, stretching it thin, the pressure so strong it felt like the blood inside was boiling.
The slit at the tip must have been a slick mess.
Oh, Mommy. It’s going to be so good when you nurse me.
The more milk I imagined flowing into my mouth, the more come I felt loading in my heavy sacs.
Thick and restless.
Demanding hot searing release into her warm, wet pussy.
I didn’t just have an erection. I had an entire system hijacked by her. Shaft, glans, balls—every component straining in sequence, programmed to respond to her curvy body.
“Baby, take your cock out,” Teyonah begged. “Fuck me.”
“Not yet, Mommy.” I switched back to the next breast to make sure equal production would occur. Nothing would get in the way of my mission.
“Please, baby. Mommy wants your big, fat cock inside of her pussy.”
DEAR GOD!!
I almost forgot the mission and gave it to her, but I had to remain dedicated.
The other breast was hot and swollen against my mouth, the areolar tissue pliant, engorged with blood as if already preparing the alveoli to flood with milk.
And then she blew my mind with her next words. “Such a Filthy Boy. . .sucking my tits like you’ve been starved for me all day. But this pussy will feed you too.”
FUCK!
My muscles bulged and trembled against her, and I couldn’t tell what biological reasons made it happen, just that I was now drowning within her control.
What the fuck?
I hadn’t even had her pussy yet and my body was already hers.
Already undone.
Already trained.
No woman my age could’ve done this to me. They’d never had the years in their touch, the authority in their voice, the sin in their moans.
They couldn’t have twisted me.
They couldn’t have made me grind like a desperate horny boy, leaking through his pants.
But her. . .Teyonah. . .she carved me open and rewired me.
And I knew, even before I buried myself inside her, that I’d never recover.
I was already addicted.
Already marked.
Already pussy-whipped by a queen who hadn’t even let me in yet.
She slid her hand down, tentative at first, then bolder once she found the sheer thickness straining against my wet slacks. “Oh. You’ve made a mess for Mommy? Do I have to lick it up?”
Oh fuck. She’s ruining me.
Heat radiated from my body, the fabric doing nothing to hide how hard I was. When her palm traced the ridge of my shaft, I swore my cock nearly split the seams.
Precum had already embarrassingly soaked through, spreading a dark patch, and her touch smeared it deeper into the cloth until it clung wetly to me. “You’re leaking through your pants like a perverted little boy. What am I going to do with you?”
I dragged my mouth from her nipples. “Stroke me, Mommy.”
“Oh.” She moaned, showing me that our dirty talk was fucking her up too, shoving her right off the edge.
“God,” she stroked up and down over the thick, long outline of me, her thumb circling the swollen head through the barrier of my pants. “You’re so hard, but you’ve been so naughty. I’m going to make you beg to fuck me.”
Her filthy truth broke me open.
My cock jerked under her palm.
She whimpered.
I groaned into her nipple, sucking harder, saliva slicking her. The sensation doubled me over inside—her hand milking me through my slacks while her breasts fed my obsession straight into my bloodstream.
I should have started fucking her right then, but I still had a mission.
I wasn’t just sucking.
I was initiating.
Inducing.
Teaching her ducts, alveoli, and sinuses the lesson I already knew—with enough persistence, she’d flow for me.
Her nipples weren’t just flesh—they were levers. Switches I alone could pull to flood her body with milk, desire, surrender. And when that first drop came, it wouldn’t be milk. It would be proof she had become mine completely.
One day, her breasts would leak at just the sight of me, conditioned like Pavlov’s dogs.
One day, I’d drink from her until my stomach clenched with fullness.
And the idea of it—her warm milk sliding over my tongue, her breasts swollen with supply meant only for me—made more precum leak.
Then she moved my head from her breasts.
I groaned in annoyance. “Why are you stopping me?”
“Because I want to fuck you so bad I’m about to explode.”
“Mmmm.” My mouth curved into a dark, cruel smile. “You want this cock, Mommy?”
“Yes.”
“But you said I would have to beg.”
And to my shock, she didn’t respond with words. Instead, she put her hands on my shoulders and twisted under me fast and with sharp, practiced torque, rolled us over.
What the fuck?! How did she get us to roll over?!
My back hit the mattress.
The ceiling swung.
She climbed astride me, dress rucked high at her hips, breath stacking in her chest. “Now Mommy’s in charge.”
Oh shit.