Suckling at the Great Mother's Breast
It all comes flooding back. Those nights spent gazing at the starry sky and the Raonjena River, drinking the Great Mother’s milk until drowsiness overtook me, then drifting off to sleep while listening to tales of heroes from every corner of the world.
Even though the starlit night sky stretched endlessly before my eyes, the moment the Great Mother laid my head in her lap and loosened the straps of her top, an entirely different world unfolded. It was heaven, created by her massive breasts that crashed over my face like twin bombs.
The memories rise again. Whenever the trauma of the Memphis Kingdom massacre threatened to overwhelm me, I would suckle at these breasts for their calming milk. Once the anxiety faded, I would close my eyes and listen to the Great Mother’s whispered hero tales. It was a truly heavenly childhood in the Gaia Tribe, without a single lie.
“May I touch them, Mother?”
“What kind of child asks permission? If a son wants to touch his mother’s breasts, he should touch them to his heart’s content.”
“That’s right. That’s how mothers and sons are supposed to be.”
For roughly ten seconds, I simply savored the feel and scent of the Great Mother’s breasts resting against my face. Naturally, the urge to touch those magnificent mounds welled up inside me. Gathering my courage, I asked, and she scolded me for keeping my distance, urging me to touch her motherly breasts right away.
Thud…!!
I had to touch them. Any further hesitation would be an insult to the Great Mother, even a sin. I immediately reached up with my left hand and grabbed her right breast above my head. The sheer weight and fullness of the flesh that filled my palm was beyond words.
Squish…! Squish…! Squish…!
My hands were far larger now than in my childhood, like the size of pot lids. Yet the sensation felt exactly the same—pure, nostalgic, as I kneaded the heavy, soft flesh of her chest.
“Does my son like his mother’s breasts that much?”
“Yes… It makes me feel so peaceful and happy…”
“Hohoho! I wonder if you’ll still come looking for them even after you’re married.”
“Would that be all right?”
“Your pretty wife would be upset.”
My touch must have made my happiness too obvious. The Great Mother seemed surprised by my boldness. ‘The scent of her milk is still there.’
But my boldness was only just beginning. This was her doing, after all. She had been the one to suggest we enjoy this deep mother-son vibe. And I had approached carefully. She was the one who scolded me for it. ‘I want to suck. I want to drink the milk from those breasts.’
She hadn’t had time for a shower in the past two hours, so the rich scent of milk from when she’d been milking cows in Sonia’s tent still clung heavily to her breasts. I wanted to suckle. Like a child, at the nipples of this embodiment of motherhood!
“Then since I’m not married yet, it should be fine. I think I have every right to crave your embrace even more. So, while I’m already in your lap, I’d like to drink your milk just like when I was little.”
With the brakes completely gone, I voiced my desire without restraint.
“Oh dear… A grown boy like you…”
“You said earlier that even at thirty or forty, I’d still be a child in front of you.”
“I did say that, but…”
She looked genuinely embarrassed at the thought of breastfeeding a twenty-three-year-old man. The Great Mother waved her hands in protest, but I refused to back down.
“Sometimes you show the dignity of a warrior who slays awakened monsters, and other times you act like a complete child. I really can’t do anything with you. Very well. A barbarian’s word must be kept. I already milked most of it earlier, so there won’t be much left, but it should be enough to wet your throat. Drink your mother’s milk, Taeyang.”
Whoosh…!
As expected of the Great Mother with 100/100 favorability, she didn’t refuse. Raising both arms high enough to reveal her armpits, she proudly presented her vast chest. ‘Nipples… Her nipples, shining brighter than the stars in the sky… Nipples that give milk…’
Finally, with her permission granted, I bit down firmly on the pink peak of her 80J breasts—far more maternal and voluptuous than the star-filled night sky of Galatea. Chomp…!♥ I sucked hard.
Slurp…!♥
Using the full power of my six-pack abs, I drew the milk from deep within her massive breasts.
‘It’s coming out. The milk.’
She had said there wouldn’t be much left after milking earlier, but she was wrong. The moment I sucked, a rich stream of milk flooded into my mouth.
Gulp…! Gulp…! Gulp…!
I swallowed greedily as it came. It tasted so good. I hadn’t eaten dinner yet, so I was probably a bit hungry too.
“Oh my! You’re sucking so vigorously, my son. At this rate, your mother’s breasts will shrivel up.”
“Slurp…! Slurp…! Sluuuurp…!”
Squish…! Squish…! Squish…! Squish…!
The Great Mother couldn’t hide her amazement. It was understandable. Even I could feel how much like a vacuum cleaner I was sucking. I was so focused on drinking her milk that I couldn’t even reply, using what little concentration I had left to keep kneading her left breast.
‘What an incredible woman. No wonder she’s the Great Mother. I could spend a whole year lost in pleasure with just these breasts.’
Through sight, touch, taste, and every sense, I experienced pure stimulation and ecstasy from simply drinking her milk. This was something my childhood self could never have understood—Sophia Barbara was an alpha female capable of giving a man endless varieties of absolute pleasure.
Once I tasted even a fraction of her true worth, a sudden thought struck me.
“The chieftain must enjoy this happiness every day.”
This magnificent female, Sophia Barbara, already belonged to someone. The chieftain of the Gaia Tribe, the white-haired Siakan Conan Barbara. I couldn’t help but wonder how many nights and days filled with pleasure Conan Barbara had spent throughout his life.
“Hm?”
The Great Mother, lost in the sensation of my vigorous sucking, either hadn’t heard me clearly or wanted to confirm what she thought she heard, so she asked again.
“I was just thinking that this moment feels like an incomparable heaven. So the chieftain must think the same thing every day.”
I explained my feelings more specifically.
“Haha! What a random thing to say, son. Bringing up the chieftain out of nowhere.”
She tried to brush it off, clearly flustered by the mention of her husband’s bedroom activities.
“I’m an adult now. I don’t think there’s anything strange about having this kind of conversation with you.”
But I pressed on with perfect logic through my Heavenly Insight. In a barbarian tribe with no sex education videos or books, who would teach about sex? The parents. Not by having sex with them, but by having open, adult conversations about it once you came of age. Athena had probably already shared all sorts of bedroom stories with the Great Mother.
“Well, you’re right. I suppose I’ve been treating you too much like a child in my arms. Of course parents and children can talk about these things. Your mother hesitated for nothing.”
The Great Mother was deeply convinced by my reasoning. Even after reuniting after three years, she still saw Geum Taeyang as a boy who had only just turned twenty.
“There was a time when the chieftain was completely lost in my embrace, living in debauchery. It feels a bit embarrassing to brag, but it lasted quite a long time.”
Eventually, she lowered her raised arms and spoke openly about her intimate past with the chieftain. ‘A time? So not anymore?’
Her words, expression, and tone all suggested she was recalling a distant past, not recent events.
“I thought you two had a good relationship…”
“We do! But that’s the bond of a married couple sharing a life together. I’m over forty, and the chieftain is over fifty, dear.”
“Even past fifty, a barbarian man’s virility isn’t ordinary. And your beauty doesn’t age, Mother.”
“Hohoho! My son praising his mother’s femininity makes me so happy. Well, barbarian men can still perform until sixty. But not as vigorously as before.”
Chieftain Conan and Great Mother Sophia weren’t just a show-window couple—they truly cherished and relied on each other. Having watched them for about fourteen years, I could guarantee it. Yet that very fact made their current sexless state hard to accept, so I kept asking questions. She answered calmly.
“Of course, when a man that age feels the urge to hold a woman, he’d want someone younger with a higher chance of bearing children, wouldn’t he? It’s common after twenty years of marriage.”
In the barbarian world, emotional harmony between spouses and physical intimacy could diverge. The Mohican Tribe practiced polygamy, after all. Even before officially marrying the Great Mother, Chieftain Conan had already had about three concubines. It was a barbarian male’s instinct to spread strong genes. Conan seemed to take new women even now, probably during his external trips.
‘Accepting it and being happy about it are different. The Great Mother seems secretly hurt.’
Barbarian wives never showed displeasure and faithfully served their husbands. Once married and bearing children, they developed tremendous devotion. Even so, the body doesn’t lie. I had clearly seen it in the Great Mother’s status window—she was still a prime barbarian female with vigorous sexual desire. While defending the chieftain, her deep sighs betrayed the loneliness and frustration built up from long, frequent nights alone.
“I see. Then until I get married, these breasts of yours are mine, right?”
“Hahaha! What’s so good about this mother’s withered breasts?”
“They’re the best. I want to bury my face in them all day, no, for days on end.”
“Fine! My breasts belong to my Taeyang. Until you marry, I’ll let you suckle whenever you want!”
Pat! Pat! Pat!
“I’m so happy…”
I had nothing to lose. It meant there were plenty of strategic openings for me to exploit. I used my privileges as an adopted son to boost her self-esteem with some charm, and the Great Mother, whose mood had dipped after confessing her sexless marriage, now brightened up and even patted my butt in response to her adopted son’s obsession with her breasts.
“Why is that girl still in her tent? Taeyang, could you go fetch Athena to the main tent?”
“Yes, I’ll bring her right away, Great Mother.”
After finishing our date by the Raonjena River, the Great Mother and I returned to the tents. She prepared a dinner that was almost a feast, while I organized my things in the tent before heading to the chieftain’s main tent, drawn by the smell of cooking. But Athena, who should have been there already, hadn’t arrived.
‘Is Athena really not feeling well?’
Following the Great Mother’s request, I headed toward Athena’s tent, recalling how she had claimed to be in poor condition just hours earlier.
“Dinner’s almost ready. Come to the main tent and eat.”
I opened the entrance to Athena’s tent and spoke half-sternly.
“Hey! What are you doing? You should knock on the wooden chime before entering!”
Athena, lying under the blanket in the spring weather, shouted back in a sharp voice. The wooden chime was like a doorbell hanging at the entrance.
“Since when do I knock when I come here?”
“Shut up! Knock from now on!”
I shot back without backing down, and Athena growled even more.
“Sorry, it’s your welcome-back day so we should eat together, but I really don’t feel well. Tell Mom for me.”
“That bad?”
“Yeah…”
“Shouldn’t you take medicine?”
“It’s not that serious. I think resting today will be enough.”
Her fighting spirit quickly faded. Mine did too. If she was really sick, there was nothing I could do.
“Then take care of yourself. You weakling. Getting like this after just one handjob and one blowjob. How are you ever going to get married?”
“You little—!!”
After giving her a good verbal jab, I left. ‘She really must be in bad shape. Normally she’d have jumped out and smacked the back of my head by now.’
Having confirmed Athena’s condition, Geum Taeyang nodded and headed toward the main tent.
‘Ughhh…! My legs are shaking so much I can’t even stand…’
After her childhood friend Geum Taeyang left, Athena seethed with frustration. Even though he had openly provoked her, all she could do as his fourteen-year friend was throw a tantrum. It was maddening. But the moment he left and she threw off the blanket, even throwing a tantrum felt like a luxury.
She was drenched in sweat, and not only her top but even her bottoms were missing.
‘Hnnngh…! The water won’t stop…! It’s so hot…!’
Touch…! Touch…! Drip…! Drip…! Drip…!
In that state, Athena carefully reached between her legs and began shyly touching her lewd area. Her body was burning so hot that steam could practically be seen rising from it.