"What's the matter baby?" Dena asked as she sat down next to Brady on the couch. She could tell her son was wrestling with something on his mind, even as he was watching a baseball game. He had that look on his face. And a mom always knows.
Brady was once again trying to figure out his dad. He couldn't understand his dad's mindset in anyway. He'd heard of guys who craved being cuckolds. He'd even heard of guys who loved being humiliated and degraded. But now that he knew one, his own dad, almost a day didn't go by that he didn't try to figure his dad out. His daily struggle vacillated between pity and revulsion for his dad. He thought watching a baseball game would give him a much-needed distraction. He just smiled at his mom knowing what she was trying to do. She wanted to "fix" everything for him, the way she had tried to do his entire childhood. He also knew this was one of the ways she tried to take back control and impose her will on things. His eyes roamed up and down her body, admiring her beauty and sensuality. Her nipples glistened with the milk that filled her tits. "How much weight have you lost?" He asked wanting to change the subject. He reached up and caressed her tit, enjoying their softness. He would never get enough of them.
Dena knew what he was trying to deflect her question. She decided it wasn't worth trying to force him to tell her what was bothering him. She'd never been able to make him open up to her when he didn't want to. But that was part of the strength within her son that she found so attractive. He was his own man. Nothing like his father. A man she'd lost respect for years ago. She grabbed his hand and held it on her breast. She craved his touch as much as he enjoyed touching her, probably more. "I've lost almost fifteen pounds. Jeans lost twelve. Who knew a liquid diet could be so effective?" She asked giggling.
Since Dena and Jean had begun inducing lactation several months back, all three had lost weight. Brady had lost ten pounds, not having as much excess weight to lose as his mom and aunt. At first, Brady had done all the nursing, keeping their tits drained and his belly full. But it became quickly apparent he wasn't going to be able to keep up with their milk production. So, the sisters joined in, nursing on each other almost daily. Both sisters admitted it was annoying at times, having to be milked daily. But the level of intimacy it had added to their love triangle made it all worthwhile. "Well, you're both looking good. Not that you looked bad before." He said smiling as he squeezed her tit. "I was just trying to figure dad out. I think his mindset is so foreign to me, I'll never understand him. There's a weakness in him I can't understand. But I also find disgusting." Brady eyed his mom's body up and down. "How he ever let you get away from him, I'll never understand. He may be my dad biologically. But he's just another weak prick to me."
"How many times are you going to have this discussion with yourself?" Dena asked smiling. She knew better than to chastise him. "You've seen your father's weaknesses since you were a teenager. Can you just accept him without understanding him?" She dropped her hand in his lap and stroked the inside of his thigh.
"No! I can't! At least not yet!" He paused, enjoying her touch. "Not till I understand him."
Dena hesitated making her next statement, knowing how her son would react. "You've heard the saying, 'Don't judge another person till you've walked in their shoes.'"
Brady burst out laughing. "Yeah I've heard it. I don't plan on even trying on those shoes, let alone walking in them. And I still think he's a prick for letting you go." He caressed her tit. "But I guess in my own sick way, I'm glad he did." He kissed her. "Now you belong to me. And I have no intention of letting you go. Where is your sister anyway? I like having both my sluts around."
"Sis went to get a few groceries." Dena answered as she gently kneaded the lump in his jeans. "She should be back shortly."
Brady pushed her back on the couch and lifted her legs over his lap. "Well I need a protein fix." He twisted his body and laid down on her chest. He sucked one of her tits into his mouth and began to nurse on it as he slipped his hand between her legs to play with her pussy.
Dena moaned and squirmed under him as he drained her tits and rubbed her clit till it was swollen and throbbing. She grabbed his head and pulled it into her chest just as Brady sucked her nipple between his teeth and bit down on it gently. Dena moaned, almost screaming, the sensations radiating from her nipple and shooting down her body to her clit felt like an electrical shock. "Oh baby!" She moaned. "This never gets old." She ran her fingers through his hair. "Suck on your whore's tit. That's right where you belong baby."
Brady kept her body pinned to the couch, alternating between her two tits as he rubbed her throbbing clit till her pussy was gushing all over his hand. Dena's moans and squirming increased in intensity as her son drove her body closer to orgasm. He slipped two fingers inside her pussy when he sensed her body tensing. Dena cried out as her body began to convulse and spasm. Brady worked her body as it writhed beneath him, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. As much as he loved his mom, and enjoyed giving her the pleasure and intimacy she had missed out on most of her adult life to this point, he had to admit to himself a selfish motivation for why he enjoyed taking his mom and aunt this way. He knew the more he met their needs as sexual creatures, the more attentive they'd be to his needs. Then he realized he was once again overthinking things. 'Oh fuck it!' he thought to himself, and bit down on her tit harder, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Dena cried out as a new wave of sensations swept over her. Her body arched up, as much as her son would allow. She opened her eyes when Brady pulled his mouth off her tit and lifted her legs off his lap. She saw her sister Jean standing across the room watching with an armful of groceries. "Don't stop baby! Please! You can't leave me like this!"
Brady laughed as he got up off the couch. "Mom! You are a funny bitch! How many times do we have to have this conversation. I can leave you however I want, whenever I want." He bent down and caressed her face. "You're my slut, and I'll do whatever I damn well please with you. Now I'm going to help bring the groceries in. We'll finish this later." He turned and walked towards his aunt Jean chuckling. He saw the look of envy on her face as he got closer. "Relax! You'll get yours soon enough!" He kissed her lightly on the lips as he gave her ass a swat. "Start putting things away. I'll bring the rest of the bags in."
The two sisters looked at each other after he walked out the back door. "I do love that man." Jean said first.
"So do I." Dena replied as she sat up on the couch, trying to collect herself. "He told me he'll never understand his father."
Jean giggled. "That makes two of us. But it sure is fun tormenting him."
Dena smiled back at her sister. "It is. Isn't it?" She helped start unpacking the bags Jean had brought in. "Let's suggest we have another play date with the cuck. I'll bet Master would enjoy that." It had taken both Dena and Jean a little time getting used to calling him Master. But their relationship had deepened so much over the months he was no longer seen as their son and nephew. And he no longer saw them as mom and aunt. He was the man who owned them in every way. They had given themselves to him freely and completely. Neither could imagine life without him now. They were his sluts, whores, lovers, slaves, and any other role he expected from them. They knew the outside world saw their relationship as perverse and sick. But neither woman had ever felt the depth of freedom, completion and love as they did belonging to Brady.
Brady walked in the kitchen, his arms full of grocery bags. He set them on the counter and turned to get another load. "What did you do? Buy out the store?"
Jean laughed. "Just the toilet paper. You can never have too much toilet paper."
