Ngaa, I'm a Baby. Gimme Milk.
"Ngaa. I'm a baby. Mama milk pwease."
These were the words of a grown man in his twenties. Unless someone had a very particular fetish, even a thousand years of love couldn't hold a candle to this.
But even in the face of her son's shameless display—which any sane person would avert their eyes from—Yu-ran didn't lose her smile for a second.
"Aww, wook at you, is our wittle baby hungwy? Mama's gonna give you some yummy miwk wight away? Uwuu~"
Far from showing disgust, Yu-ran played right along with her son's antics. A mother's love couldn't be matched by a thousand years—no, not even ten thousand.
Yu-ran laid her son down on the sofa and offered him her lap as a pillow. Her perfectly plush thighs made for an ideal cushion. Sure, in reality, lap pillows weren't always that comfy, but Yu-ran's was the exception. Because that's how it was.
Gazing down at her adorable son's face as he lay there, Yu-ran prepared her milk. "Preparing" just meant pressing her already bare, massive tits against his lips—she hadn't been wearing a stitch of clothing from the start anyway.
"Here you go, sweetie? Have some mama miwk~ It's the finest breast milk, bwimming with mama's wuv~♥"
"Ngaa~"
With a thick, gravelly cry, her son latched onto her nipple like a starving pup and suckled away.
Objectively speaking, it was a grotesque sight—unsightly, if not outright hideous. But Yu-ran herself, the star of this unseemly scene, didn't find her son's behavior ugly in the least. On the contrary, in this very moment, a shiver of pleasure ran through her, distinct from the ecstasy of fucking her son with her pussy. It was the deep satisfaction of her maternal instincts fulfilled—a reaffirmation of her role as mother and a reminder of her son's cuteness. How could she not be overjoyed?
Yu-ran was in her early fifties. She looked young enough to pass for a thirty-something, but her actual age was no joke. It had been ages since her breasts had produced milk. Her last child, Hyeonju, had been raised on formula, so there was no reason for it now. That was common sense.
But a mother's love always transcended common sense.
"Mmm, sluuuurp! Suck! Suck! Tasty!"
"Oh my, oh dear... Does our baby boy like mama's miwk? Yesss~♥"
A thin, milky fluid oozed from Yu-ran's nipple as her son gnawed and chewed at it. A faint, sweet scent wafted out—slightly fishy like milk, but undeniably sugary. It flowed more abundantly than it ever had when nursing her actual infants. It was as if Yu-ran's love for her son had taken physical form.
Logically speaking, producing milk again at her age would require some serious health issue, but no amount of logic could stop a mother's love.
"Suck suck suck sluuuuurp!"
The milk was incredibly sweet and delicious. Breast milk was generally sweeter than regular milk, but this was on another level—the sweetest imaginable, like honey.
The first time he'd tried it, it hadn't quite hit the spot, so he'd made some minor adjustments. Now, Yu-ran's milk was undoubtedly the world's finest beverage. Gazing down at her son blissfully guzzling this nectar of the gods, his mother trembled with her own overflowing happiness.
Aah, this is perfection. The feeling of becoming one with my son... So different from when our cock and pussy connect... This bliss alone could send me straight to heaven. I must have been born for moments like this.
Of course, it wasn't just abstract joy. The hot pleasure rising from her breast in her son's mouth was all too real. From the moment he started suckling, her pussy grew relentlessly wet, a reminder that no matter how much she cloaked it in "maternity," she was still a female with a cunt.
"Pop!"
"Hm? What's wrong all of a sudden, sweetie?"
Her son abruptly spat out her nipple mid-suckle. Startled, wondering if something was off, she asked. But he didn't answer. Babies never properly explained their gripes anyway.
Instead, he batted at her massive tits like they were volleyballs, protesting whatever was bothering him. Yu-ran panicked, clueless why her son—who'd been nursing so eagerly moments ago—had suddenly stopped.
Whatever the case, she had to soothe her upset baby. But how?
"Is the milk not tasty anymore?"
He shook his head.
"Or are you full now? Wanna take a nap?"
This time, a bigger shake. Frustrated that mama just wasn't getting it, he furrowed his brow in obvious annoyance.
No matter how regressed he was acting, a grown man like him wouldn't throw a full tantrum. But the mere fact that her beloved son was displeased filled Yu-ran with terror equal to the world crumbling. She had to fix his mood. But how?
The answer came quickly.
"...Oh my. Look at that, sweetie—your cock's standing at full attention. Is that what's distracting you from your milk?"
"Ehehehe."
He grinned sheepishly. Nailed it.
Problem identified, solution simple.
"Hehe, gotcha. Then mama will help so you can suckle nice and comfy~?"
Yu-ran gently gripped her son's cock. It twitched hard the instant her soft hand made contact. She held it firmly to keep it from slipping away, then stroked up and down.
Her son let out a low groan before latching back onto mama's breast and suckling again.
"Suck♥ Suck, sluuuuurp! Chuuuuurp!"
"Ufufu, better now? Can you focus on your milk?"
Each stroke made his cock's veins bulge grotesquely, oozing precum. Yu-ran used it as lube, fine-tuning her handjob's sensitivity. She considered ramping up the speed and grip, but held back—didn't want to interrupt his nursing.
Hehe, so cute...
She thought it purely, watching her son dangle from her tits while receiving mama's handjob. How could there be such an adorable boy in the world? He had a man's reliability and a baby's charm.
She slipped a finger to tease his glans. It throbbed, spurting precum with fierce intensity—thick as any man's cum. In retaliation, his tongue toyed with her nipple.
Yu-ran chuckled and ramped up, tormenting the sensitive spot behind his glans while jerking him harder. He seemed fine with the teasing, so she let her desires guide her.
Her hand flew over his cock like it was an onahole. As his dedicated toilet, her whole body had to be onahole-worthy—no shame in comparing to the rest.
She unleashed every hand technique she'd learned, lavishing it on his shaft. For a while, it held out like a proud warrior, refusing to yield. But her persistent fingers won out, and soon it erupted like a missile, white fluid bursting in a fireworks display.
"Oh my, oh dear... Our boy's so healthy, shooting such hot loads over and over... Slurp..."
She licked the cum from her hand. After giving him milk, this was nothing.
"Hoo... Mama's milk is delicious. I should hook you up to a milking machine later and carry bottles around."
"Already done?"
"Yeah. Too much of a good thing is bad, even for godlike powers. Gotta stay restrained or life loses its realness..."
Yu-ran had no clue what he meant. Didn't matter. She wished he'd suckle without holding back, but it was his call.
With nursing done, she moved to sit up normally—when the front door opened, and a familiar voice rang out.
"I'm home.....huh?"
Hyeonju strode in without hesitation, then wrinkled her nose at the living room scene: her naked brother getting a lap pillow from mom. It clearly rubbed her the wrong way.
To her, Oppa casually raised a hand in greeting.
"Welcome home."