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I think it all started way back, soon after Norn and Aisha were born, and just before Paul shipped me off to meet Eris. All of my poor decisions can probably be sourced to a single moment I spent with Zenith one afternoon.

Hmm… Was it the moment itself, or did I get it from her? Because she made probably every wrong decision that day that she could have, just like I would later. How hereditary are traits in a young body with an old soul, anyway? How much of me is me, and how much of me is Zenith and Paul?

Whatever, it’s not really worth thinking about. I have more important matters on my mind as I write this.

You might think, hey, what’s wrong with this? Sure, it’s disgusting on every level, but if no one's listening, you'd probably admit it's incredibly hot. You’ve never had much success with women, and suddenly you’re reborn in another world to a total, complete bombshell and then this happens.

Let’s start from the top, and later I’ll share what this led to. Because it fucked me up, bad.

And you can’t let it happen to you.

I’ll even be a little graphic for your sake, so you can jerk off your tiny dick to it or whatever. Get yourself some of that oh-so-valuable post-nut clarity. Whatever it takes for you to keep your head on straight.

“Aah. Aah!”

Ah shit. There she goes. Geez, give Aisha even a little bit of attention…

What does Paul usually do here? Hmm… Nah, he wouldn’t help. He’s pretty useless in these situations.

I peered into the crib, stuck my tongue out, and crossed my eyes. “Blablabwah!”

“Ha haa! Baa baa!” Norn gurgled back happily, apparently satisfied.

I’ll say, I think I‘m starting to get the hang of communicating with these little creatures.

They certainly had their own personalities already. Aisha was bubbly and curious, while Norn was rather aloof. She'd watch while Aisha would crawl and follow me around the house. That girl had a particular attachment to me for some reason.

“Aah! Aaah!”

But if my two sisters had one shared trait, it was jealousy. I turned back to Aisha and pressed my palms into my cheeks, sticking my lips out. “Ajojobloblo!”

She let out a super cute, happy smile that made all the fussing worth the trouble. “Nhah, ahah!”

Life had sped by. Already, my little sisters had become a little over one year old. Aisha was beginning to take her first steps, while a couple weeks ago Norn said a clear “da-da” for the first time. This period in their lives meant that Zenith and Lilia were starting to try and feed them dry food alongside their breastfeeding.

But they weren't completely weaned off of it yet. And that, my friends, is what brings us to my reason for being in the nursery with them and with Zenith, who was standing in the doorframe behind us, watching amusedly. My master plan: to watch it all!

Get this: Lilia was out buying merchandise from a caravan from the Citadel of Roa, Paul was with the village guard, and the afternoon was a common time for the girls to get hungry. It was a perfect recipe for being able to watch Zenith feed Norn without having to endure staring or a knock on the head. Zenith herself never seemed to mind, so I just had to wait for the moment to come, inevitably. I was an evil genius.

Not that I didn't enjoy spending time with my dear sisters, of course. They were more adorable than anything. But the time after which I would likely never see Zenith's breasts again was quickly approaching, so I had to make the most of every opportunity and sear them into my mind!

"Heheh…" came a light chuckle behind me, then a quiet sigh. I briefly wondered what she was laughing at, but Norn started to wriggle again so I leaned back over and gave her more attention.

Zenith was beyond gorgeous. She had matured in a major way in the years since I had been born. She and Paul were hardly more than teenagers at that point. But while she was certainly attractive enough then, these days she positively radiated motherly beauty.

Despite having two children, she was still in her twenties, so her face had yet to begin to wrinkle and her hair had yet to gray. Effortlessly stunning, as if she were in the summer solstice of her life. Having recently had a baby only seemed to give her a glow on top of it. She sported luscious blonde hair, captivating blue eyes, and curvy proportions with a healthy, gradually slimming midsection and a very large, still-lactating chest.

While Roxy was more my personal type, Zenith wouldn't look out of place on the cover of a European maternity magazine. I was potentially the only child ever to have the privilege of truly appreciating the eroticism of feeding, sleeping, and bathing with such a MILF.

“Ooh, you’re such a cutie pie, Norn. You’re gonna be real pretty, just like Mommy, yeah?"

Norn was grinning up at me as I made little faces to her. Aisha played with my fingers in her crib. They were both just so cute. It was hard to remain skeevy towards Zenith with such pure smiles in front of me. I pledge allegiance, my imoutos, to protecting your smiles for as long as I live.

Suddenly, Norn's expression softened to a questioning one, then morphed into discomfort, then she squeezed her eyes shut and began to cry.

"Aah. Agyaaah!"

I jumped. I was so invested in my own stupid thoughts that she had actually hurt my feelings a little bit. If you don't want me to, Norn, I won't. Just say the word!

I tried making silly faces again to no avail, so I poked at her diaper in case it needed changing. That wasn't it, either. I picked her up and checked her back for rashes. As I suspected, her crying didn't abate in the slightest.

"Mother, I think it's time for her milk," I announced, turning to Zenith behind us. She seemed mildly perturbed, as if Norn's crying had scared her from a reverie of her own.

"Right. Of course."

I pulled a large, comfortable chair from the corner of the room towards her. "Here, have a seat."

There was a heat stirring in my lower belly as anticipation gripped me. Zenith smoothed out her skirt with her hands and nonchalantly unbuttoned her blouse, just as she had done hundreds of times before. Never did it once get old to me, though. I handed Norn over, who spread her arms out hungrily for her mother.

Zenith pulled one of her huge, beautiful boobs out of her top, and as if to spite me specifically, Norn latched onto Zenith immediately so I hardly got a glance. I didn’t need to see it directly though—the shape, color, texture, and taste of Zenith’s nipples were forever seared into my long term memory.

They were subtly different from one another, Zenith’s nipples. Each had its own appreciable qualities. Both were fat and puffy, but her left one had noticeably more bumps than the right. It had an interesting texture, making it more fun to suckle. The right one, on the other hand, had a slightly darker and smoother areola, so it was more striking to look at. As such, Paul preferred the right, while I held a particular fondness for the left.

What? It’s rude to discuss Zenith’s nipples while sword fighting in the yard? He’s the one who brought it up!

Anyway, Norn seemed to agree with me, as she was currently going to town on the left one. Well, she probably didn’t have a preference. She wasn’t old enough to be a true connoisseur such as Paul or myself. She just nommed on the teat that was offered.

Ah, but it was glorious. The two of them seemed to glow with an orange, motherly aura. I felt warm comfort sweep through my body—the satisfaction that my scheme had rewarded me with such a sight. Heartwarming, intensely erotic, and painfully far away from me at my age now.

My pants began to tent.

There was still one open breast. Women must have two for a reason, right? Would I have a shot if I asked to join? It could be my last opportunity to do so. It wasn’t often that both Lilia and Paul were out of the house.

“Hm?”

What were the odds she said no? What would the fallout be if she did? Zenith was pretty affectionate, so I probably had a chance, right? I promised myself that I would live this life to its fullest, right? That meant taking a leap of faith every now and then, right?

It sure would be easier if she offered though.

“What’s the matter, Rudy? Do you want some, too?”

“Yes,” I’d say, proudly. She’d get a surprised look on her face, then a light blush. Yes, just like that! Then she’d kind of bring her blouse in more to cover herself up before opening it to me.

Wait.

“Wha? Rudy! That’s not what you were supposed to say!”

Shit.

I bore a hole in the far corner with my eyes, my ears burning furiously. At some point, apparently, my daydream had dissolved into reality.

The only sounds in the room were from Norn’s happy suckling. I held my breath, then chanced a look at Zenith from the corner of my eye.

She was blushing too. I hadn’t imagined it. My beautiful mother was looking down into her lap, and she actually seemed somewhat flustered. Her shoulders were shrugged adorably, giving her the silly look of a turtle with its neck barely sticking out of its shell.

“Uhm, I’m sorry Rudy, but I need my milk for Norn right now,” she muttered. “You had plenty when you were a baby, so don’t get greedy now, all right?”

My heart sank slightly. “Of course, Mother.”

She was right. I was getting too ambitious here. The plan had worked out spectacularly, and yet here I was, ruining it for myself by wishing for the moon.

Zenith studied my face carefully, wearing a peculiar expression on hers. “Though, if you ask that so boldly to your wife someday, she may give you some.”

A dark thought bubbled up from the depths of my mind. I don’t want anyone else’s, though.

“Are you sure it’d work, Mother?” I asked, trying to shake the thought away, my innocent tone slicing through the subject matter.

Once again, Zenith seemed taken aback at an earnest response to her teasing. She glanced side to side nervously.

“Well, it depends on the girl. Don’t go forcing her, mind you.”

So it'd worked for Paul, then. That means I have a shot .

“Yes, I know.”

Zenith smirked satisfactorily, relaxing somewhat, then turned her head to Norn, who had slowed in her movements until her little lips popped off. “Are you done already, Nornie? You didn’t get very much.” She wiped Norn’s mouth, burped her on the back, then stood and placed her back in her crib. I handed Zenith a cloth so she could wipe herself down. Her soft skin dimpled and her nipple waved perkily back and forth on either side of her hand.

“Goo…” mumbled Norn, who was starting to nod off in her crib. Zenith hid away her breast back in her bra and leaned over, petting Norn’s head gently.

“That’s the way,” she murmured. “Drink lots of milk, get lots of sleep, and grow up nice and healthy.”

Am I crazy, or was she not entirely against the idea? Should I make a move after all? Venture beyond the scope of the mission?

Suddenly, Aisha started fussing.

“Aaah… Waah!”

Drinking in one last look at Zenith’s cleavage, I turned to dote on my dear half-sister and see what was wrong.

“Whatsamatter, Aisha? Is your back a widdle itchy?”

Once again, I picked up the cute little ball, checked her diaper, then checked for rashes or insect bites. And once again, she was clean. That meant…

I glanced up at Zenith, who was still nuzzling Norn with her hand. Lilia had always been there to feed Aisha when she was hungry, up until just recently when she started to leave for chores again like she used to.

“Uhm, Mother… Miss Lilia’s a little late today, isn’t she?”

“Come to think of it, you’re right.”

She didn’t seem to understand what I was getting at, so I tried being a little more direct. “Well, you see… about Aisha…”

“Yes?”

“I think she’s hungry, too.”

“Oh, I see.”

She scrunched her eyebrows together in understanding, presumably deciding what to do. I tried to ignore the protesting coming from that voice in the back of my head. My sister came first.

“Mother… There's no telling when Miss Lilia will get back. I’m sure Aisha could wait a while, but if she keeps crying, Norn might wake up too, so… uhm…”

Zenith held my gaze steadily. After what felt like an eternity but was more likely only a few seconds, her expression loosened into a soft smile.

“Oh, really now. What are you going on about, Rudy? Come on, give me Aisha.” She sounded kind, with no trace of that uncertainty. Either she really did feel that way, or she was a skilled liar, which wasn’t like her.

Relief. Another bridge in the family had been crossed. “Of course,” I said.

I picked Aisha up and slowly placed her into Zenith’s cradled arms. She opened up her more aesthetically pleasing right breast from her top, and held Aisha to it. Aisha happily began to drink.

Zenith’s lips cracked into another joyous smile, just like they had with Norn. Aisha didn’t seem to have any objections about her substitute mother either, because she was taking in huge gulps at a time. A twinge of jealousy slapped at me again, this time harder than with Norn. I had been wanting that tit. Well, at least she seemed happy. My sacrifice was surely worth it.

“She’s certainly guzzling it down, isn’t she?” Zenith remarked.

“Uhm, yeah she is. Your milk is delicious, after all.”

“That’s… an odd attempt at flattery, Rudy.”

I grinned wryly to myself. “It's not flattery. I still remember how it tasted.”

“Do you really, now?”

Zenith chuckled, then reached down to stroke Aisha’s head. She hummed softly to herself, not saying anything else. I continued to savor the sight in front of me, trying my best to be happy for Aisha. Periodically, Zenith’s eyelids would flicker and she’d notice my staring. Our eyes would meet, mine quickly darting away before magnetically finding their way back.

At last, Zenith spoke, still looking down at my sister.

"You really are holding back, aren't you, Rudy? For your sisters' sake."

Panic. I shrugged my shoulders upwards and looked down at my feet in shame. "I'm not sure I know what you mean, Mother."

At that moment, Aisha finally took her mouth from Zenith's breast and began to nod off. Perhaps Zenith had chosen now to speak up because she felt Aisha begin to waver.

"Here, come take her."

I did as I was told, taking Aisha from Zenith's lap, in the process stealing one last glance at Zenith's chest before she began to fix her top. I turned and lowered Aisha into her crib. Both girls were sound asleep now.

"You're so much like your father. Honestly, it'd be hard to tell you two apart sometimes if it weren't for your ages," Zenith said while my back was turned.

I turned around towards her and grimaced. I wasn't sure how much of a compliment that was, given he was a complete piece of garbage when it came to women.

Zenith chuckled again, her breast bouncing enticingly. Wait, her breast? I thought she'd put it away…?

It was her left breast.

In my peripherals, I noticed her hands beckoning to me. "Hey, Rudy. Why don't you come sit on my lap for a minute?"

Now, butterflies. I approached meekly, Zenith's arms wrapping sweetly around me when I got within their reach. They pulled me closer, upwards, until I was sitting sideways in Zenith's lap on the large, very comfortable nursing chair. Her exposed left boob, my favorite, was uncomfortably close to my head.

I felt like I was in a dream. Ethereal sunsetting orange light from the windows in front of us, the warmth of the body underneath me, the pounding of my heart in my ears. Time's wheel rolled into a mud puddle as my body and lungs tensed and anticipated her next words.

"Now, be honest. Do you want some, too?"

Zenith's voice had taken on that same teasing tone from earlier, but she spoke slowly and deliberately. It was a real question. A proposition, even. An olive branch, permission for me to indulge in my filthy desires, as we both knew I was way too old for them to be anything else. And on her end, for her to get… what out of it, exactly?

Was it altruism? A reward for taking care of my sisters? Could she have been so overwhelmed by motherly hormones from feeding two adorable infants that she wasn't thinking straight?

No seriously, she's a daughter of Millis, so it was obviously out of the question that she was on the same wavelength as me. According to a book I found, Millis followers were typically extremely monogamous and straight-laced. So explains her fury at Paul, aside from being angry at the cheating itself of course.

Thus, I had intended the whole time to simply watch and enjoy the sight of breasts for what could be the last time. After all, who knows what the future holds? I could easily accidentally blow myself up with fire magic any day and die a virgin for the second time. Good luck, Me, third time's the charm!

Sure, I half-thought about making some sort of move to get myself into her lap. But for some reason, not only did I not end up having to make a move, but I was actually being propositioned, myself. To suckle Zenith's breasts, as a post-grad from the school of infancy.

A singular, clarifying thought sparkled bright in my mind like the North Star.

Who was I to say no to a free PhD program?

I looked up at her after a long moment, and nodded.

She chuckled and nudged my back playfully. “Hey, where’d your spirit go? Tell me like you did earlier.”

Like earlier?

Oh.

“Yes,” I murmured.

She shook her head. “No, that’s not it. Confidently, just like your father, now.”

My skin crawled. I couldn't do that, not in front of her, not on purpose. I already wanted to die after the first time, and now she was rubbing it in my face. Almost literally.

Zenith clicked her tongue and began to stir underneath me. She was getting up. "Bah. You're no fun, Rudy," she lamented.

This was going too fast. I couldn’t weigh my options. I was going to lose my chance. My one and only last chance. The dark voice screamed in my head, calling me a pussy, calling me a virgin, calling me every other name under the sun. That part of me, the part that I had been hiding from everyone, especially Sylphie, couldn't allow the rest of me to miss this opportunity.

My neck turned upwards, maybe on its own, maybe of my own will, to face my mother. My eyes burned into hers with resolve as she stared back in mild surprise.

"Yes, I do."

My voice rang out confidently, softly enough so as to not wake up my sleeping sisters, but loudly enough to convince my mother that there was no room for doubt in my mind.

Zenith's mouth gaped as silence hung in the air between us. Then, for a fraction of a second, her eyes glinted in the sunlight with an odd aura that I had never seen her exhibit. I had seen it once before, though.

On the Assault Dogs that Paul had slain in the woods.

But then it was gone, and she exhaled a jitter. "T-t-that was good, Rudy. There, now…"

She lifted her left hand from my back to the back of my head and gently pulled, turning me in her lap towards her.

It was right there. Approaching. Or rather, my body was. By no actions of my own, Zenith’s left boob, my known favorite, the one that Norn had left half full, was drawing close to my nearly drooling mouth.

My lips parted, and I huffed onto her mound, letting it get even closer before making contact. She was so close that my hot breath bounced back into my eyes. And her skin. It smelled so nice that my nerves fluttered somehow even more intensely than before. Then, a single moment later, my bottom lip bumped the bulge of the bottom of her tit, and Zenith's puffy, bumpy left nipple met the crack separating my top and bottom teeth.

The hand on the back of my head completed its arc, pressing me one last time into her body, sliding my teeth past the nipple between them.

And my dreams were realized.

Zenith's milk was just as I had remembered. Sweet. Almost sickly sweet. Like warm, vanilla-enhanced almond milk. It fit her perfectly, as if I was drinking in her essence.

It was thicker than when I was a baby though. More creamy, whereas it had been watery when I was regularly partaking. A mother’s hormones changed from baby to baby, so it wasn’t too surprising. In my opinion, this version fit her better as she was now, in her softer, curvier, older state.

The small trickle she was giving me wasn’t enough. I bit down and tugged on my mother’s teat, sucking harder, goading it to give me more. Slowly but surely, the flow of cream into my mouth increased until it was a tepid gush.

Zenith petted my hair down behind my head, holding me closely with her other hand on my back. She sighed.

“Ahhhh, I can feel it going. There, Rudy. It’ll get sore if you don’t empty it out for me. You’re doing your mother a big favor.”

I grunted in acknowledgement and leaned into her. Her plump tit compressed and widened as I pinned it down with my mouth. With it, her nipple began trying to escape, so my right hand instinctively chased it and squeezed.

“Ahn! Don’t be so rough! It’s not going anywhere…”

Despite her protests, her fingers were twirling my hair into locks. On my end, the quick moan got me going even more.

I captured Zenith’s nipple between my teeth once again and suckled ravenously. Her delicious milk flowed eagerly once again to meet its hungry patron. Meanwhile, the webbing linking my thumb and index finger framed her areola, keeping the flesh held down for my other fingers to dig into and enjoy. My hands, calloused and trained with guidance from my father, were very different from a baby’s hands. Zenith started to make more regular noises.

Oh my god, is this happening?

My left hand still had nothing to do. It was sitting on the sidelines in my lap, desperate to join in, do something at all. As I suckled and fed at a feverish rate, my left arm began to rise with a mind of its own, until I suddenly realized where it had landed.

My other hand had slinked underneath Zenith’s arm… and was groping her other breast through her top.

Zenith gasped as she realized it at the same time as I did, and the hand that had been buried in my hair shot over to arrest its molester. We both froze.

My mother’s breaths were labored, as were mine. We panted together, avoiding each other’s eyes at all costs.

I’d ruined it. There was no doubt in my mind. It wasn’t even of my own volition, I just got lost in the moment. She was about to stand up, kick me out, and I would never see her breasts again.

After a moment, Zenith’s iron grip on my traitorous limb softened somewhat, then plucked it away from her chest back onto my lap. She reached up to her top and gripped the fabric to close up shop.

The layers of her top rippled, then spilled to the side. Zenith’s right breast dropped down, completely exposed.

My mouth fell open, and I chanced a glance upwards. Instead of reading of fury or shame on her face, Zenith’s cheeks were flushed scarlet, and her eyes were averted to the same corner I had been staring at earlier.

She was… aroused?

Come to think of it, I hadn’t heard her or Paul getting up to their usual shenanigans in quite some time. Not that I was listening for it, mind you, but I often didn’t have much of a choice.

That was probably Norn’s fault, to some extent. She was a clingy kid, waking up almost every night crying and crying, never calming down until Zenith dragged her into bed between them. These fits would often wake up Aisha as well, causing a huge scene that ruined everyone’s sleep, so for the past few weeks Zenith and Paul would just sleep with her the entire night just to get some rest. It makes sense that they would be too tired.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she was still upset at Paul, though. Wounds like hers didn’t close easily or quickly, especially when Aisha was so present in her life. She really had it rough lately.

Don’t you worry, Zenith! Your precious Rudy will gladly assist you!

Seizing initiative, I turned back to the task at hand and hunted for her nipple, locking my lips around it hungrily and coaxing out what was left of her precious milk. My left hand, free from her clutches, rose up once again and grappled her other tit with every finger.

She let me. More than let me, even. Still facing towards the corner, Zenith’s expression contorted into a loud, droning, sinful moan. My skin tingled with an intense eroticism that electrocuted my hands and forced them shut on my mother’s swollen tits.

I released her nip for a moment for breath and licked circles around it before plunging back in. Captured more of her flesh into my mouth, pulled and sucked with the express intent to make it sore. Milk and saliva bubbled and dribbled down my chin. Zenith’s breath began to hitch, her hands stiff on the back of my head and shoulders. Her flowery scent enveloped me and her body heat beckoned me even closer.

If a passive onlooker were to have noticed us until now, they might have felt some prejudice due to my age, but it wasn’t unheard of for mommy’s boys to nurse beyond when they were supposed to. They could have written us off as simply an unusual kid and his overly indulgent mother.

Not anymore.

“Ah, Rudy… That feels so good, what in the world are you doing?” Zenith groaned.

Anything I would have said would have taken from the moment. Best not to creep her out with dirty talk. Her pleasure was my pleasure, so I was going to zip tight and provide.

The gush of milk at last began to slow to a light trickle, but I wasn’t near full. My lips continued to ravage her nipple as my hands fondled each of her breasts, urging the very bottom of the well to make its way into my mouth.

I got an idea, and my left hand pinched Zenith’s unoccupied nipple. The arms around me quaked and squeezed me closer as she groaned into my hair.

There it was.

Fluid on my fingertips.

Having drained the last vestiges from this source, I looked up as innocently as I could at my mother, and I asked. “Can I have the other one too?”

Zenith caught her breath and met my eyes for the first time in several minutes. Hers were lidded and slothful, and a silly grin was plastered underneath them.

“Yes, of course you can. Mommy’s got plenty more just for you.”

“Mommy”?

Sure, why not?

I did an internal fist pump and felt Zenith’s hands take hold of me. She torqued my upper body, spinning me around 180 degrees. In the process, her palm brushed lightly over my tented shorts, which throbbed back eagerly. I got the feeling that she didn’t need to do that just to turn me around.

I placed each of my hands back on her massive breasts and framed her right tit with my fingers just as I had with the other. Said left tit was red and swollen from my abuse, and the right was so normal in comparison that it was practically calling my name.

“Here, Rudy, let’s try this. You lay down more, and I will hold you up by the shoulders.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

I slid my butt out so instead of sitting, I was cradled in Zenith’s lap with her arm between my shoulder blades. She held me gently and raised me up to her waiting, aching tit. I latched on once again, suckling eagerly until the slow suggestion of sweet milk turned into a flood.

Her flesh tasted slightly different, in a way I couldn’t describe in words. It was probably from Aisha’s saliva, where Norn’s must have been left on the other. Such a subtle spice was so enticing to me. Her boobs were just so different from each other.

Zenith sighed deeply and pulled me closer, propping her elbow on the side rest of the chair. It was a bit too high, honestly. My nose and mouth were completely buried in her skin. But I wasn’t about to complain, and she didn’t seem to notice.

I drank and drank. Aisha had left a lot in there too, apparently. Or maybe Zenith just had an incredible supply.

“Your father loves to lie like this. He’s almost as naughty as you, Rudy, begging to be breastfed like a toddler,” Zenith cooed down at me with a lecherous grin. With her free hand, she traced teasing circles on my abdomen. “But I haven’t let him or anyone but Norn drink from me for a long, long time until today.”

I suckled harder in response, my fingerprints staking their claim of her mounds. Her fingertip continued dancing around my body, drawing loops down my leg. My lips smacked loudly, just out of sync with my swallowing. The pattern sounded like a horse’s gallop.

“They get so sore when they’re full. Norn doesn’t drink much. But as much as I’ve thought about it, I just can’t let your father do it anymore. He needs to learn his lesson.”

I unlatched to catch a breath before I ended up fainting. “Hah… hah… That must have been really hard on you…”

Zenith’s once crystal blue eyes glazed over, and her palm dropped until all five of her fingers stood on my shorts like needle points.

“It was, Rudy. I thought it was my own lot in life for staying with a cheater. But I just realized that it doesn’t need to be this way. After all, I have such a good boy in front of me now that can help me, don’t I?”

I nodded up at her and loyally resumed my duty. I could sense the gates of Nirvana opening in front of my soul. This was a blessing from the Buddha himself being bestowed upon me. A reward for what, I would never know.

Zenith’s fingers slid lazily and grazed my tented shorts. The pressure on the fabric tugged at my erection and sent a chill up my body. My lips smacked and kissed her breast loudly. Zenith tilted her head back and moaned at the sound.

The string of my shorts loosened, and a gust of cold air blew across my premature penis. I turned my head towards it in shock.

Zenith’s hand dashed from my shorts to my cheek and turned me back to her dribbling boob. I heard her voice from above.

“Now, now, it wouldn’t be fair if you only helped me, right?”

Feeling my consciousness begin to drift in ecstasy, I licked her nipple once again, then drew it into my mouth.

“Good boy. Just let Mommy handle things. Your father loved this.”

A thumb and two fingers pinched the shaft of my erection.

Now, of course, I had experimented before. At my age, I did get hard every now and then, so I tried to see what would happen if I played around with it. Apparently, I was capable of orgasm, but nothing came out. It just felt really good, my body quaked and shuddered, and then it was over. I guess I would need to reach puberty before I could make a mess. But for now, it sure was convenient.

I also think I had inherited Paul’s genes when it came to size. At least, I didn’t remember being this big in my previous childhood. Well, I was never too big as an adult either. Maybe Paul was just average-sized. It’s not like I’ve looked at a lot of them.

Why am I even thinking about this? Live in the moment!

I sucked in as hard as I could and swallowed a mouthful and a half of Zenith’s sweet milk. I wanted to get it all so I could just enjoy her breasts for themselves. Meanwhile, Zenith placed two more fingers on my shaft, and began to stroke.

She was giving me a handjob. A woman was giving me a handjob. And that woman was Zenith. Zenith! The busty blonde babe whose moans I had pulled it to for months!

I couldn’t help myself. I moaned into her breast. She chuckled above me.

“Hee-hee, he always moans at the first stroke too. Good boy.”

I moaned again and swirled my tongue around Zenith’s nipple. My hands pushed her breasts together and played with them, experimenting. Buoyancy, firmness, tactility, the placement of each bump, the temperature. My hands tested their every property like they were a science project.

Zenith’s glossy bottom lip slipped out from between her teeth, breath hissing and chest heaving. I felt warmth close around my member as her palm wrapped it tight. Then my skin pulled in each direction with her wrist. She had begun pumping with a rhythm, trying to catch up to my intensity.

Securing and suckling her once again, I felt the well begin to dry up and groaned aloud. The satisfaction of having sucked my mother completely dry washed over me like an ocean. The degeneracy of that statement wouldn't hit me until years later though. For now, I was being sexually touched by a woman for the first time in my miserable lives. I didn't care who it was.

I let go of Zenith’s nipple with an audible pop and licked my lips. They felt soggy and swollen. My spit was everywhere, and my shirt was soaked with spilled milk from my lustful expeditions around her areolas. I felt so full. If I were to jog around, I would likely make a mess on the ground.

But that didn't give me an excuse to stop pleasuring her, because she hadn't stopped pleasuring me. I glanced up at her pretty face for the umpteenth time, suddenly realizing how frequently I found myself doing so. Seeking out her face, her expression, whenever I could. She had her lusted eyes locked on my tool in her hand, hardly noticing that she had been emptied out.

Not to be forgotten, I got back to work. I threw my exhausted lips onto her underboob, determined this time, to mark it. I rolled her left nipple off my thumb and lightly pinched.

Zenith jumped at the suction as if in a daze. "Ah! Rudy, that's…! Mmmmph!"

My dick throbbed with her echoing voice and tightening grip on me. Zenith went up another notch and began curling her wrist, wringing it out as opposed to the simple rapid vertical strokes she was performing before. This was my favorite method back in my old life, but having someone else do it for you, especially with such soft hands…

"Mmm, M-Mother!"

I was reaching my limit. My lips popped off her skin against my will as I cried out, but I immediately threw them back on, trying desperately to stifle my moans. Her skin was cold from the spit where I had given the first hickey. I gave her another one right next to it for good measure, licking while I sucked.

I wanted to try to make her come. I didn't know if a woman could get off simply from breast stimulation, especially from a virgin loner like me with no skills whatsoever, but I desperately wanted to make it happen if I could. Somehow. I was just throwing shit at the wall, doing what I thought I would find hot if I was a woman.

"Mmmm… Rudy, you made me feel so good. Come for Mommy, now. She hasn't made anyone come in such a long time…"

My lower body was twitching. I pulled at her breasts desperately, one using my face, one with my fingers. Trying to get closer. Closer to Zenith.

As her incredible, skilled hand drove me over the edge. Alone.

My hips jerked, and an unbelievable pleasure coursed through my young body. My jaw slacked and I fell back into Zenith's arm. Exhausted, satisfied, and full to burst.

"That's a good boy, Rudy…"

Zenith and I had several encounters after that, in the short two or three weeks left in my adolescence before Paul would knock me out and send me off to tutor Eris.

She wasn't happy about it. Shortly after she sent me off to clean myself that day, I spotted her sobbing with her head in her hands on the kitchen table. She avoided me the next day and we didn't speak a single word.

But the following afternoon, she and Paul got in an argument about Mrs. Eto, who had made a show of buying a loaf of bread for Paul while he and Zenith were out and about. It wasn’t his fault, really.

Zenith pulled me into the broom closet that night as I was getting water for bed, jerked me off through my pajamas, then left and went to bed without a word.

One encounter turned into two, then three, and then one day she stole me away three times out of nowhere. The day after, I nearly came instantly just seeing the hickeys I left on her.

It was enthralling, sneaking behind everyone's back to have such an intensely illicit relationship. Every single day, I would wake up and wonder if she would pounce on me in the nursery for five minutes while Paul cleaned up after our training session, or if she might get Miss Lilia in on the action. It was like living an NTR eroge, and I had found my way into the spicy not-quite-incest route. Except in reality, there were no ratings boards to demand we add the "Step" before “Mommy”.

We never did anything we couldn't take back, though. Zenith was clear about that from the beginning. Breastfeeding and hands only. I did graduate to fingering her to completion the day before I left, which was the only time I had touched her anywhere lower than her belly button. To say I missed that feeling during my time in Roa would be an understatement.

During everyday conversations, she stared at me a lot more as I was talking. Not in that doting way she used to do where she would prop her chin up by both wrists and smile, but in an almost predatory way. Wide-eyed and sharp. Whenever I would pull off a new swordplay trick against Paul or do a chore without asking, she would get that glint in her eyes once again. That night, my bedroom would be plundered, and she would push our boundaries out just a little bit farther than before. Talk about incentive.

Amidst all of the excitement, I did grieve in the back of my mind for her once innocent and prude self. Well, prude as one could be, at one point having gotten her brains fucked out nearly every night after having a baby boy, just because that boy was easy to raise.

My mother as I knew her was gone. She was still the same wonderful, beautiful woman on the outside, but I had crossed a line with her from which I would never be able to return. We would never be able to hug each other the same way again. And even though I was a consenting adult in spirit, this situation was technically still abuse. It was unhealthy for her to vent her marriage frustrations on me in this way, and she had an enormous amount of power over my life. I was mature enough to understand that.

But I was too immature to care. Or to stop and think about what that short time in my life could do to me. I was an adult, after all. I wasn't as impressionable as an actual kid my age would be. And besides, it was fun to sleep around, do something dangerous and sexy, with such a gorgeous woman. Zenith taught me that for the first time in my life, I was desirable, and she gave me confidence that I could actually please a woman.

I was going to make this life count.