I stood naked in front of my bathroom mirror looking at my reflection. I rubbed my big round pregnant tummy and smiled as I felt the baby kick. It wouldn't be long now. Only a week away from my due date.

The months had gone by quite fast actually and they had been wonderful months.

Tom was the main reason why everything had been so wonderful. He had kept up his visits to me every week day and our relationship blossomed. In the early months we had been quite adventurous, trying out lots of different positions and having fun role-playing.

We both particularly enjoyed our Dom/sub games. In the first few months I dressed up for him in my black leather outfit and I loved it when he called me his dommy mummy. When I got too big to fit into it, I still would dominate him sometimes as the strap-on harness was adjustable.

We also tried role reversing and Tom dominated me, but he only tried it a few times as my son really didn't feel right about being strict with me, especially as I was carrying his baby.

As my pregnancy progressed and I got bigger and a bit uncomfortable, our bedroom games were tamed down. I really didn't have the energy to be aggressive anymore and Tom was concerned if we did anything too physical that it might hurt the baby. But that didn't stop our love-making. We still had sex every day that Tom visited me. Sometimes it might just be oral or even a hand job, but I never sent my son off to work without pleasuring him until he came. Occasionally when there wasn't much time, I might not orgasm every day but on the days I missed out, Tom made up for it the next day with his tongue.

I loved it when he licked my pussy and even when I was really big and I felt like a beached whale and not at all attractive, Tom would lick me out and tell me how delicious I tasted and make me feel like a woman again. I loved him so much; he made me feel so special and so proud to be carrying his child.

Over these last nine months as well as being more intimate with Tom on many levels, my relationship with his wife Jen had also improved for the better. Although I had this huge secret regarding my incestuous affair with my son, I didn't let that get in the way of being getting closer to Jen. She was after all not only my sons' wife but also the woman that was going to bring up the child I carried inside me. This baby that I made with love with my son.

I had included Jen when I went to my doctor visits all throughout my pregnancy so that she felt involved and could start to bond with this baby even before he was born.

We had all wanted to find out what the sex of the baby was going to be, so that when I went for a scan I had asked both Tom and Jen to come with me. We were all very excited to find out I was having a son and all three of us were discussing names. At last check the list was down to about four possible maybes.

I had also gone out shopping with Jen on many occasions to buy things for the baby and I helped her decorate the baby's room. It was fun shopping for baby things with her. We brought all the necessary items for a nursery as well as lots of extra accessories that I had not been able to afford when Tom was a baby.

Shopping without a budget was great fun, this baby was certainly going to be spoilt as well as being loved by three parents. Of course I would always be nana to him but in my heart he would be my son and I would love him as such.

I had given up work when I was seven months pregnant. I took maternity leave knowing that I would be coming back to work soon after the baby was born as I wouldn't be the one actually raising him.

Of course there were lots of questions from my work colleges as to who was the father and so I made up a story that I had gotten pregnant by mistake from an ex-boyfriend and that I had originally planned to give the baby up for adoption but then found out my daughter in-law was having trouble conceiving so I had decided to give my baby to my son and daughter in-law to adopt legally.

I had told the same story to my doctor, friends and other family members. If any of them had any doubts about my story they kept it to themselves. Every one seemed to believe my story and in fact commended me for my selfless actions.

I had also sorted out the legal side with regard to the adoption, so all the papers were drawn up and just had to be signed by all parties once the baby was born. I admit that I did feel a touch of regret when I read those documents. Part of me would have loved to keep my baby and bring up another son. But I knew by giving him to my adult son to raise I would be getting the best of both worlds. I would still get to breast feed my baby and see him every day and I would be making my first born son so very happy not only by making him a father but by saving his marriage. At the same time I would miss out on all the sleepless nights and the expense of raising a child. It was a win win situation really.

My day dreaming as I stared at my reflection while I thought about my experiences of the last nine months was interrupted by my son's voice. I hadn't even heard him come in.

"You look beautiful mummy," said Tom as he looked at me from the bathroom doorway.

"I look fat," I retorted, "I was never this big with you Tom."

Tom laughed, then walked up to me and rubbed my round belly.

"How's my baby today?" he said, leaning down, talking to my stomach.

I moved his hand to where the baby's feet were so he could feel him kicking. Tom smiled at me and then kissed me with love.

"Good morning mummy," he said once he pulled away from the kiss.

"Good morning to you too son," I replied, smiling at him.

"And you are not fat mummy, you're just nice and round and beautiful as ever," said Tom, looking into my eyes with love.

It amazed me that even as the months had gone by and I had gotten bigger and bigger, my body still turned him on. Often when he licked my pussy or sucked on my breasts he would rub my pregnant tummy at the same time.

"I have a ten o'clock meeting mum. So we have plenty of time. Are you feeling up to some love-making?" Tom asked as he gave my ass a little squeeze.

I grinned at him and then looked back at the mirror, rubbing my own pregnant belly.

"Are you sure you still want to son? I'm so big now," I questioned.

"Don't be silly mum. Of course I still want you. Look at you. You're absolutely glowing. You look so beautiful and sexy to me mum," Tom replied reassuringly.

I wasn't sure if he meant it or if he was just trying to make me feel good, but his words sure did make me feel good. Then as I stood looking at myself in the mirror with my son standing behind me, he reached down between my legs and started to rub me. His hand moving from the crack of my ass, right down to my pussy, caressing me. Damn it felt good. My son's touch always felt good. I instinctively opened my legs more so that he could have better access. I felt myself getting moist. Tom felt it too as his fingers started to explore me. I moaned at the now familiar yet totally taboo sensation of my sons fingers inside my wet pussy.

Normally I would have turned around and suggested we move to the bedroom and continue in there, but I seemed fixated as I stared in the mirror. I stared at my reflection, my big pregnant belly and the realization of all of what we done just seemed to hypnotize me. I thought of all the sex we had, of how much I loved Tom, of the secret affair and of the baby that would be part of our lives very soon. All these thoughts filled my mind as my body was being pleasured by the expert fingers of a lover that knew me well.

Tom's magic fingers were working me good. I held on to the hand basin for support as he fingered me, my legs now wide apart. I could see in my own reflection the pleasure I felt by my expressions. I bit my lower lip as I felt myself close to climaxing. Tom knew me so well now, he could tell by my moans and body language I was close and so he sped up. He pushed another finger inside me and finger-fucked me hard until I gave him the desired result. I moaned out loud as I gushed my cum all over his hand.

"Ohh God yes!" I called out in ecstasy as the wave hit me and cascaded through my body. I held on to the hand basin a little tighter for support.

"Mmm good mummy," said Tom as he kissed my shoulder and then stood behind me looking into the mirror with me.

I still seemed not to be able to move from this spot. I looked into my sons eyes in the mirror and smiled at him. I could see love and desire in his eyes. This was a look I had seen many times and it still filled me with the utmost joy.

Tom reached his hand around me to my mouth, offering me his wet fingers. I opened my mouth and accepted them gratefully. I stared into his eyes in the mirror and licked and sucked my cum from his fingers lovingly.

"I love you mum," declared Tom to my reflection.

I was unable to answer at that time as I was still sucking on his tasty fingers, but my eyes told him all he needed to know. I had to blink to hold back the tears as my love for my son sometimes overwhelmed me. Tom smiled at me knowingly. Then he kissed my shoulder and removed his fingers from my warm mouth and kissed down my back.

My son kissed all the way down my spine to my ass and then he began to lick between my cheeks. Then he knelt behind me and grabbed my cheeks, prying them open for better access. I felt his warm wet tongue lick up and down my ass crack then rim my puckered hole, causing me to gasp in delight, and then he went to work licking and slurping up my cum from my wet juicy pussy.

It felt fantastic and I was finding that looking at my reflection, seeing myself glow with pleasure but not being able to see Tom in the mirror anymore as he was down too low, was very exciting. It was really turning me on. I was panting and pushing back onto his tongue wanting more. I wanted his cock in me now. I needed my son to fuck me again.

"Please fuck me now son," I begged with lust.

Tom gave my pussy one last suck and stood up, playfully smacking my bare ass as he rose from his knees.

"Anything you say mummy," he said with a grin into the mirror.

Then he undressed just to the side of me so that I could see him taking off his clothes as I continued to look into the bathroom mirror.

I saw his beautiful erection as he discarded his clothes over the side of the bath. The sight of his hard cock made my pussy clench in anticipation of more pleasure.

I was tempted for a moment to turn around and drop to my knees to suck on that wonderful tasty cock, the cock that I made many years ago, the cock that made the baby inside me now, that delicious cock that gave me such pleasure. But a moment of hesitation as I admired my sons naked reflection, took that decision away from me and I felt Tom grab me by my hips and thrust the object of my admiration deep into me.

We both moaned in pleasure as my son filled me with his love.

I leaned over the hand basin more, my big breasts hanging low, right into the basin itself. They were huge now as they readied themselves with the impending task of feeding my new son.

We both watched my huge tits sway with each thrust as Tom fucked me. As he began to pick up momentum and pound me harder, my tits started to make a slapping sound as they smacked against the cold basin.

There was something about this sound along with the usual sounds of sex as my son's hard cock fucked my wet pussy that was so hot. Perhaps it was the way all the sounds seemed to echo a little in this small area of my bathroom, probably a combination of all of it, but it noises we made just spurred us on more.

"Harder son! Harder! Fuck me Tommy. Fuck your mummy hard!" I exclaimed, part order, part begging.

Tom responded to my lustful cries and pounded into as hard as he could. His fingernails digging into me as he held on tight.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," Tom called out a moment before he did.

As I felt his warm seed fill me once again, it triggered my second orgasm and I coated my son's cock with my cream. I felt light headed as the warm fire of pleasure traveled through me and I moaned in elation.

Tom still held onto me tightly as he spurted deep inside me, moaning and grunting as he came.

We were both panting as we rode out our orgasms.

Tom still had his cock inside me. It was softening inside me, when I felt a gush of fluid expel from me and trickle down my legs.

"Oh my God mum!" Tom exclaimed as he felt the liquid gush all over his cock, "Did you just pee on me mummy? Oh that's so naughty and kinky mum."

I felt extremely embarrassed. I didn't think that I had peed, but then again with being so pregnant I was always having to pee. The baby was often pressing down on my bladder, making me uncomfortable and causing me to have to rush off to the toilet on many occasions.

"Oh no! I didn't mean to son," I said horrified, "I'm so sorry," I said feeling terribly embarrassed and unable to look in the mirror anymore.

"Oh don't be sorry mummy. Actually it felt really good mmm," Tom replied with lust and I felt him harden again inside me.

I didn't know what to think. One moment I felt ashamed and then the next I felt turned on as it seemed I had helped Tom had discovered yet another kink.

"Oh you are so wet and slippery in there now mummy," said Tom as he slowly moved in and out of me once more.

It did feel good and I was starting to get excited and turned on by the idea of us discovering another kinky thing to try, but something didn't feel right. I felt a nagging feeling in my brain telling me to stop.

"Wait son. Please stop," I asked and he did. There must have been something in my tone that concerned him.

"Are you ok mum?" Tom inquired as he pulled out of me and stepped back, allowing me room to turn around to face him.

I looked at my son and then I looked down at the puddle on the floor that I had made.

There was no yellowish coloring, it looked just like clear water actually.

"Tom," I said looking into his eyes.

"Yes mum," he answered.

"I didn't pee on you son. My waters just broke," I said calmly with a smile.

Tom just stared at me for a moment. It took a few seconds for it to register.

"Oh my God! Are you sure mum? Are you ok? I didn't hurt the baby did I mum?" he asked in a panic.

"I'm fine son. Calm down Tom. Everything is going to be ok," I said reassuringly.

Tom looked like he was going to freak out any moment now. So I knew I had to take charge and tell him what to do. After all this was my second baby but it was his first.

There had been times during my pregnancy that I had felt nervous and worried about what was going to happen, but now that the time had come, I felt strangely calm.

"Well we can't go off to hospital naked can we now son," I said cheekily, "So let's have a shower and get ourselves organized."

I tried to make light of the situation as I could see Tom was panicking and I hadn't had any contractions yet so I knew we had plenty of time.

Tom responded to my relaxed demeanor and got into the shower with me.

"Are you sure you are ok mum?" he asked with concern as he lovingly washed my body.

"Yes son. I'm not in any pain yet. It's ok we have plenty of time," I replied.

"I just didn't think I should go into hospital with your cum inside me son. It might raise a few questions," I said with a giggle.

Tom laughed too, his tension easing.

"Yeah. Good point mum. I don't think I want to explain that to Jen or anyone else."

Tom got out of the shower after I had helped him wash himself. I stayed in a little longer and used the showerhead to give myself a good clean out, hoping the doctors wouldn't detect any cum inside me when they gave me an internal examination.

I got out and as I dried and dressed myself, my good son was wiping up the puddle on the bathroom floor.

Then I went to my room and got my bag that I had packed a month ago, ready for this day. I checked that I had everything I needed and added a few last minute things.

Tom was looking nervous, but now it was an excited kind of nervous and not a panic type.

He came up and gave me a big hug as I was closing my bag.

"Oh mum, I can't believe it's actually finally happening. I love you so much mum," Tom said as he held me close.

"I love you son. So very much," I replied and then we kissed passionately.

"Are you ready to be a daddy Tom?" I asked when we broke from our embrace.

"Yes mum!" he answered excitedly, "Are you ready? Ready to go that is."

"Yes son. I just need my toothbrush," I replied.

On the way back from the bathroom with my toothbrush in hand, I felt my first contraction. It wasn't too bad but took me by surprise and I had to sit down on my bed and breathe through it. Perhaps we had better get a move on after all I thought to myself. Tom was starting to look like he was going to panic again any moment. I did my best to remain calm but I was beginning to get a little scared myself. It was definitely time to go.

Tom drove me to the hospital and on the way I rang both my doctor and Jen and told them to meet us there.

Jen was of course extremely excited and wanted to ask me a million questions but as she was eagerly asking me everything, I felt another contraction coming on and I told her I had to go and I hung up on her.

This time it really hurt and I cried out in pain. Tom looked scared as he raced to get me there. We were both grateful that I didn't live too far away from the hospital.

Soon enough we arrived and I checked in. Jen got there about ten minutes before my doctor. She gave both me and Tom big hugs and kisses. I had Jen on one side of my bed and Tom on the other, both holding my hands and talking excitedly about the baby.

Then my doctor arrived and she asked them both to leave while she examined me. My doctor told me I was quite dilated already and it would be a quick labor. I told her I wanted both my son and Jen to stay with me for the birth and she let them both back in.

They both stayed with me during my four hour labor. I took any pain medication offered to me, which helped, but it was still a painful experience as childbirth almost always is. Having the support of Tom and Jen helped me a lot. The birth itself happened quite fast without any complications. Both of my support team watched as our new son entered the world. He arrived a screaming, healthy eight pound baby boy.

The medical staff checked him out, cleaned him up and wrapped him up warmly and soon enough I had my new son placed in arms.

He was beautiful and looked a lot like I remember Tom as a baby. There where tears of joy all round as the three of us took turns holding him and marveling at the miracle that is life.

I wanted just to hold my new son and keep him forever, but I knew the promise I had made and that he would have a great life as my grandson. Tom and Jen were going to make excellent parents.

I was feeling very tired and wanted to sleep and also I knew that Jen needed to bond with the baby, so I suggested she take him out to the visitors lounge to spend some time alone with him and then perhaps ring friends and family and tell them the good news. Jen's face positively beamed with joy at this suggestion and gratefully accepted him as I passed the baby over to her. She kissed my cheek and thanked me again for everything, then wandered off humming a lullaby as she held on to the precious gift I had given her.

Tom waited until Jen was out of the room, then he leant down and kissed me properly. I could feel the love in his kiss and the look in his eyes only confirmed it.

"I love you so much mum. I can never thank you enough for what you have done for us, for me especially," he said with emotion.

"I love you too son. I know I have done the right thing and our son will be much loved by all three of us," I replied.
"I will leave you in peace for awhile now mum so you can rest up and hopefully get some sleep. I will go help Jen with ringing everyone and we will bring the baby.....I mean my son, back soon" he said with fatherly pride in his voice.

Tom kissed my lips once more and left me to sleep and recover a little from the ordeal of childbirth.

It only seemed like minutes but it was in fact almost two hours later that both Jen and Tom returned, this time Tom was holding his son and that boy of ours was screaming pretty loudly.

"Sorry to wake you mum," said Tom, "But I think he's hungry."

The baby was screaming and even though it was a long time ago since I had a little baby, all my motherly instincts came back and I felt my nipples twinge in reaction to his crying for food.

It had happened to me all those years ago when I had breastfed Tom that whenever he cried for milk, my nipples would tingle, sometimes even ache. It was almost as if in sympathy of his hunger or perhaps it was just body telling me I had a job to do.

I couldn't help but smile as that long distant memory came back to me and I sat up and held out my arms to accept my son back for his first feed.

Jen looked a sad as she watched me position him and help him to latch on to me. Tom just stared in awe as he saw his son seem to take to it like a duck to water and begin to suck hungrily on my left nipple.

It suddenly seemed a lot quieter now the crying had stopped and all three of us just watched him feed from me. I knew that my milk had not come in yet but that he was getting the important colostrum that he needed to give him protection against disease.

"We decided to call him James," announced Jen, breaking the silence, "James Patrick, after my father."

"Oh wonderful Jen," I responded, "I like that name," I said, looking up and smiling at her.

"Welcome to the world little Master James," I said, looking back at the baby suckling on me, and then I kissed his forehead before handing back the now quiet and sleepy baby boy to Jen to cuddle.

Over the next three days Jen was with me all day and only went home to sleep after I insisted that she get some rest before James was at home with her and she wouldn't get the luxury of a full nights sleep. Tom came and saw me every morning before work and every evening after work. He had decided to take a week off work once the baby was home to help Jen out.

During this time with Jen, I taught her how to change nappies and to bathe him and apart from feeding James, I let her do everything to help her prepare for what it was going to be like once she took him home.

It was on the third day that my milk finally came in. I felt so full, painfully full of milk. But James was a hungry baby and he soon helped ease my discomfort by drinking plenty and often.

Jen had brought an electric breast pump and as I seemed to be producing so much milk, I decided to give it a go while James was sleeping in between feeds. I found it was quite easy to use and soon enough I had some milk in a bottle for Jen to feed James with. She was so delighted to be able to do this. I spotted a tear of happiness in her eye as she fed her new son from a bottle that first time.

James was a hungry baby and not at all fussy, he didn't seem to care if the milk came from a nipple or a teat on a bottle, he just wanted food.

After work Tom was back up at the hospital as he had been every day since James was born. He walked in just in time to witness Jen feeding him my breast milk in a bottle.

"How are my two favorite girls in the world doing today?" Tom asked as he entered the room and he greeted us both with a kiss hello.

"Hi son," I replied.

"We are doing just fantastic," answered Jen, smiling at both Tom and me as she held young James in her arms.

"And how's my son doing today? Have you started him on formula Jen?" Tom asked as he lovingly touched his baby's head.

"No Tom. This is Marie's milk. She expressed some today for me to feed James with," Jen answered, "And it's all gone now and I think he's still hungry Marie." Jen stood up and passed baby James to me to top up his feed.

"Oh your milk has come in properly now has it mum?" Tom asked casually.

His voice may have sounded very matter-of-factly, but the look in his eyes told me that he was excited by this news as he stared at me feeding James.

Jen didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary and just stood up and announced she was going to the restroom and was going to get a coffee on the way back and asked if either of us wanted anything. Tom requested a coffee too but I was happy with just water at the moment.

As soon as Jen had left, Tom came over for a closer inspection. He was memorized for a moment as he watched his son guzzle milk from me. James sucked so hard sometimes there was so much milk he couldn't even swallow it all and it dribbled out the side of his little mouth and ran down his chin. And the sucking sound he made was quite loud in that quiet hospital room.

I looked up at Tom, his vision transfixed for the moment at the sight of his new born son suckling on the breasts that he himself had not very long ago sucked on.

I could almost read his mind and I smiled as my presumption of his thoughts were confirmed when my eyes traveled from Tom's face to his crutch and I noticed the very familiar bulge in his pants.

No mistaking, my adult son was very turned on by watching me breast feed by baby son.

I cleared my throat to get his attention and to break the silence.

Tom blushed a little when he realized he had been staring intently without saying a word. Lost in his own thoughts for a moment.

"That really is beautiful mum," he spoke as if he was witnessing some kind of miraculous event.

I smiled at him when his eyes finally averted from my breast to meet my eyes.

"It feels really good too son. I've missed this feeling for so long," I said reflectively.

Tom's eyes went to my left breast which was now actually aching from being so full of milk, it didn't go unnoticed. Tom reached out and stroked my naked left breast longingly.

"They are so big now mum. So full of milk. Does it hurt when they are so full like that?" he asked with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

His fingers felt so good on my bare breast, it made me gasp quietly at his nostalgic touch.

"Yes Tom. My left breast is aching now as James has only fed from one side and look he has fallen asleep again," I replied.

Baby James had indeed fallen asleep at my breast often did when he drank so much milk from me.

Tom picked him up from my arms and placed him lovingly in the cot next to my bed, kissing his son's forehead as he tucked him in snugly.

"I'm going to need to express some milk from my left side or I will be too uncomfortable to sleep son. Could you please pass me the breast pump from that cabinet," I said pointing to where it was.

Tom got it for me and seemed intrigued to watch how it all worked. I knew Jen would be back any moment with the coffees and I suddenly had an urge to tease my already excited son. I knew he was dying to taste my milk but now was not the time or place for him to suckle on me.

"I just have to get it going by hand a little bit before I attach this contraption," I said, fibbing a little. It was easier to start off manually but not actually necessary. "Could you give me a bit of a hand son?"

Tom looked excited but uneasy, he quickly glanced towards the door to make sure that there was no sign of Jen or any nurses. Then he sat on the bed on my left side and reached out and pulled a little on my left nipple. I gasped as it hurt a little bit as my nipples were tender and my breast was so engorged. He pulled on it again and a small amount of milk trickled out onto his fingers. Tom moaned in delight as he felt my milk on his skin and watched it drip out from my nipple. He pulled on it again, trying to milk me and this time milk squirted out at him. The sensation of that along with the expression of taboo delight on my son's face made my pussy clench and for the first time since the birth of James, I felt horny and I wanted my son to suck on my breast hard while fucked me. I saw that Tom's cock was hard from the bulge in his pants and I noticed it twitch as he pulled on my nipple once again.

I grinned at him. We were both thinking the same thing. There was a mutual feeling of sexual longing.

Tom put his own fingers in his mouth and sucked my milk off them. He moaned a little in pleasure at the first taste of my milk in two decades. He closed his eyes as he slurped the milk from his fingers and then when he opened them again he stared into my eyes with a look of pure lust and hunger. Just one taste and my son was hooked. I grinned at him knowingly and I thought to myself how good it was that I produced so much milk, too much for just one baby, or should that be too much for just one son.

We both knew Jen would be walking back in the room any second and Tom was sporting one hell of a hard on, not something he could easily hide. Thinking quickly he got his mobile from his jacket pocket and rang Jen.

"Where are you hun?" he asked.

She must have replied something like she was on her way back with the coffees.

"Oh ok. Good. Oh um on your way past the nurses station can you get some more bottles? Mum wants to express some more milk for James. Ok good. Thanks honey," Tom spoke into his phone, then hung up and put it back into his pocket.

"We have just a few more minutes' mum and I just have to.....I need to...."

Tom never finished his sentence, he just leaned down and took my nipple into his warm mouth and sucked.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed, biting my lower lip to avoid being too loud in my expression of lustful desire.

"Mmmm" was all Tom had to say at that moment.

He only sucked on me for a few seconds, both of us scared of being caught out. But it was wonderful. Felt so good and left us both wanting more.

"So delicious mum. Just like I knew it would be. I love all of your flavors mum. I can't wait to taste you again," Tom said with desire, "But for now I had better rush off to the toilet to get rid of this before Jen gets here," he said pointing to his erection straining against the zip of his pants.

We both laughed and Tom left the room to go and relieve himself as I attached the breast pump and began to express my milk.

He cut his departure rather fine as only a minute after he left, Jen arrived carrying two coffees and two empty baby bottles.

"Oh where did Tom go? He hasn't left you alone all this time has he Marie?" Jen asked concerned, "Or was he a bit uncomfortable being here while you were expressing?"

"Oh he has only just left Jen. He just went to the toilet he will be back soon. And no I don't think he was worried about me using this thing." I replied.

"That's good then," she said as she placed the coffees down and opened the bottles ready for my milk.

She then helped me out by transferring the milk I had expressed into one of the empty bottles. Jen was actually very keen to help in any way.

Tom came back in the room with a smile on his face. It made my pussy clench to know he had been masturbating in the toilet because he had been so turned on by drinking my milk. I could hardly wait to go back home.

My son acted as cool as a cucumber, no one would have ever known by his behavior what he had just been doing.

"Coffee. Oh great, thanks Jen." he said as he picked up his cup and sipped from it.

They both stayed for another two hours and we discussed me coming home the next morning and Jen confirmed she had no problem with honoring her original agreement that Tom would bring James over every morning so that I could breastfeed him once a day and spend some time alone with him. I told her that I would express during the day and evening so that when she came over to pick James up I would have a supply for her to feed James for the rest of the day. We all agreed that breast milk is best for baby and would only introduce formula if he wasn't getting enough from my breast milk.

Jen got to bottle feed James once more before they both went home. She was positively glowing in her new role as a mother, it really brought out the best in her.

Once baby James was changed and settled back down to sleep, they both gave me a hug and a kiss good night with a promise to see me again tomorrow morning to bring me back to my own home.

The next day they arrived with the baby car seat and I filled out the necessary release forms and soon enough we were all in Tom's car on the way home to my place.

I was so pleased to be home. Jen had given the place a good clean in my absence and she had flowers in a vase on the kitchen table to welcome me home with.

I had Tom's old basinet in my room already set up with clean bedding for James.

My own bed looked very welcoming. I was actually quite tired as it is never easy to get a proper sleep in hospital especially in the maternity ward, there was always a baby crying somewhere.

Jen must have sensed I was worn out and James was fast asleep in the car seat so she suggested that they take him home for few hours and come back later. I really did need a sleep so I agreed gratefully and I had given her enough milk for two feeds so I knew James would be fine for awhile longer.

They both hugged and kissed me good bye and I kissed James on his head and then they left me in peace.

I ran a hot bath and relaxed in there for awhile thinking about the events of the last few days. Then I crawled into bed and was out within minutes. I slept for three hours and woke up with full leaking breasts.

I got up to pee and after washing my hands thoroughly, I got the breast pump and expressed some more milk. I actually didn't mind doing this, it felt good as the machine milked me. Not as good as feeding a person of course, but I still liked the sensation.

After putting the bottles of milk in the fridge and cleaning the pump I realized I was hungry and I was just looking and trying to decide what to cook when Tom and Jen and baby James arrived back.

I welcomed them in and saw that James was asleep again. Tom was carrying the car seat with his sleeping son in and Jen had a baking dish in her hand with the delicious aroma of baked lasagna filling the room.

"I thought you might be missing some home cooking Marie," said Jen with a smile.

"Oh yes. Thank you Jen. That's so thoughtful of you. I wish I had some salad ingredients here to go with it. I really need to go food shopping tomorrow."

"Oh I brought the salad with me too Marie. We both thought it would be nice to have dinner here with you tonight," said Jen.

Motherhood sure brought out the best in Jen. She then helped me set the table and dish up the dinner she had made and soon enough the three of us were sitting down to a lovely home cooked meal. We even had wine with it. I just had half a small glass as I was conscious of not drinking due to me breastfeeding. But it was nice to have just a little bit to toast to our new family unit.

We enjoyed a relaxing meal and Tom was good enough to get up and clear off the table and do the dishes while Jen and I talked of baby things.

James woke up and Jen picked him up and changed him and then we all had turns holding him and talking to him. He really was a beautiful baby, but I guess every mother thinks that of her children.

I told Jen I had expressed some more milk for her to talk home for when he woke in the night hungry.

They stayed for a couple of hours and I gave James another feed from my breasts before they took him back home to his lovely nursery that I had helped Jen decorate.

Jen must have sensed that I was really going to miss James not sleeping beside me tonight and made a point of reminding me that Tom would be back early tomorrow morning with James for his morning feed. I gave James a kiss and held him close to me for a moment before passing him back to his 'mother'. I really had to get used to thinking of Jen as his mother and myself as his nana. I knew it was going to take some time.

Jen put James back in his car seat and collected the bottles of breast milk from the fridge and both Tom and Jen gave me a kiss and a hug good night. I thanked Jen for dinner once more.

"See you in the morning mum. Sleep well," said Tom as he gave me another kiss on the cheek and then they all left.

My house seemed very empty once they had all gone. I tried sitting down to watch television but I wasn't really in the mood for it, so I went back to bed for an early night.

I lay awake for ages. I kept looking at the empty basinet next to my bed and I felt a great sense of loss.

I knew in my mind that I had done the right thing and I had no regrets in being a surrogate mother for my son and Jen and yet still I wished that I could have baby James sleeping next to me every night.

I also knew that almost all women get the blues a few days after giving birth and that it was normal for me to feel very emotional at this time. So I did what came natural and I cried myself to sleep. I cried because I missed my baby, I cried because I wished Tom was my husband and not my son, I cried because I was sad and lonely but also because I was happy to have made my son Tom so very happy. I cried for all sorts of reasons, my emotions going into overload. I cried until I could cry no more, until I fell asleep from emotional exhaustion.

It may seem strange to some, but actually I felt so much better after letting it all out.

When I awoke the next morning, I felt a sense of relief. I felt like today was going to be a good day and that life was good. I felt positive. It's amazing what a jolly good cry and a good night's sleep can do for your perspective on things.

I knew that Tom and James would be here soon and my breasts were full of milk, enough to feed them both and still have more to express for the bottles.

I got out of bed to pee and then shower. I had some cereal and a cup of tea and then brushed my teeth. I didn't get dressed yet though, I just wore my robe.

Soon enough Tom arrived and he let himself in with his key. I had gone back to bed to wait for him and he came into my room carrying James in his car seat. James had gone back to sleep from the trip in the car. Tom carefully placed his son on the floor by my dresser and came over to me.

"Good morning mummy," he said as he sat down on my bed and reached out to hug me.

We embraced and kissed passionately as lovers.

"Good morning to you too son," I replied as I pulled back from the kiss.

"How is James? Did he sleep ok Tom?" I asked.

"Yeah he is just fine mum. He woke twice in the night, but Jen fed him your milk and he settled down again no problem," Tom answered, "He's asleep again now. He is hungry again but traveling in the car seems to make him sleep."

I smiled at my son. He looked so happy.

"And how about you son? Did you sleep ok or are you tired from broken sleep?" I asked concerned.

"I'm fine mum. But I skipped breakfast and I'm feeling quite hungry now," he said with lust as his eyes traveled to my breasts.

I grinned at him and answered his unspoken request by opening my robe and exposing my full milky breasts.

"Oh they are so big and beautiful mummy," Tom said as he reached out and gently stroked the soft skin of my breasts.

"Why don't you take off your clothes and get in bed with mummy and I will give you some breakfast son," I instructed.

Tom didn't have to be asked twice, he stood up and almost tore his clothes off in eagerness. He stood naked beside my bed and I admired his beautiful hard cock for a moment before he got in bed with me. He lay on top of me between my legs resting on his arms facing me and without any further prompting he leaned in and took my right nipple into his anxious mouth and began to suck.
We both moaned in unison at the sheer taboo pleasure as my milk freely flowed into his thirsty mouth. At first he sucked gently as if worried he might hurt me and then as the sweet warm milk filled his mouth he began to suck in earnest. As he sucked harder my pussy began clenching in raw desire.

My left nipple began to ache and leak in protest at being ignored.

Tom stopped sucking for a moment and looked up at me, his lips and chin dripping with my milk.

"Oh my God mummy. You taste so fucking good. I'm so hard for you now," he declared.

"Oh yes son mmm it feels so good to feed you again," I moaned in pleasure as I felt his hard cock pressing against my body.

He stopped feeding from me and knelt between my legs, his hard cock throbbing.

Then he began to pull on my left nipple. This breast was very full and it hurt just a little as he milked it with his hand. I wasn't sure what he was trying to do at first but I was enjoying the pleasure laced with just a touch of pain as he kept milking me harder and faster and soon he had a stream of milk squirting out of me. Then I clicked what his plan was as he aimed the stream of milk at his erect cock. So I helped him by holding up my heavy milk laden breast and he continued to milk me like his own personal mummy cow, tugging on my udder, and soon his cock was soaking wet with breast milk.

He was moaning in delight and rubbing himself to feel his milky cock. It obviously gave him great pleasure as I saw his pre-cum glistening through the milky surface of his erect penis.

Tom then stopped milking me and got up and sat beside me on my bed.

"Suck me mummy," he demanded as he lovingly, yet firmly reached behind my head and pushed me down towards his hard milky cock.

I didn't fight it, I gladly did as he asked and sucked my own milk off my son's hard cock. I tasted the mixture of his pre-cum and my breast milk and lapped it all up.

Tom was moaning and I could tell he was very close to cumming. I got up and moved so that I knelt between his legs. Tom was writhing in ecstasy as I began to milk my own breasts and aim the trail of milk at his heavy cum-filled balls. I coated his cock and balls in more of my milk and as he was lying on his back, the milk trickled down to his asshole. I grabbed his legs and held them up to expose his tight little asshole to me and I watched my milk run down his ball sack to his puckered hole. Fuck it looked so kinky and hot.

Then as he held onto his own legs to keep them out of the way, I dived in and licked his hole, lapping up the milk from it. I rimmed him and sucked and slurped up my milk from his balls and asshole. Tom was moaning loudly as I pleasured him. Then I pushed the tip of my tongue right inside him, darting it in and out.

He could not hold back any longer and he grunted as he came, shooting his cum all over his stomach. I felt him shudder as he spurted his white sticky essence on himself.

"Oh fuck yes!" he groaned in kinky lust and then he lay there panting as he rode out his orgasm.

I stopped my oral assault of pleasure and looked up and grinned at my son, enjoying the look of satisfaction on his face. I then moved so that I leant over him on my hands, my big milk filled tits hanging down, touching his body as I licked up his cum from his stomach. Oh how I had missed the taste of my son's cum.

"Oh my God mum. That was fucking amazing!" Tom exclaimed once he stopped panting.

I crawled up further and kissed my son. I got great enjoyment from giving my son such pleasure. In a lot of ways it was more satisfying than actually cumming myself.

I then lay back down beside him. My breasts still holding plenty of milk, but no longer sore from being too full.

We both lay there for awhile basking in the afterglow of our kinky fun. I had my head on Tom's shoulder and I enjoyed just listening to him breathe for a little while.

Our resting was cut short by the cries of James waking up for a feed.

Tom got up to get him and I took the opportunity to go pee before I got myself ready to feed my other son.

As I washed my hands after doing my business, I also used a face cloth and washed my breasts and nipples too. I just wanted to make sure I was clean and didn't have any traces of Tom's cum on them.

I then put on my robe again and got back into bed and Tom passed me the hungry James and I soon silenced his cries of hungriness changing them to contented sounds of suckling.

Tom went and showered and got dressed again for work while I fed his son. When he returned from the bathroom, he kissed me good bye and promised to return again the same time tomorrow morning.

He apologized for not helping me to cum too but I told him not to worry, it would be my turn tomorrow. We both grinned at that thought and with one last kiss, Tom left for work.

After I fed James, I lay him in the basinet that used to belong to Tom, while I got dressed.

Then I had an hour of talking to baby James and enjoying holding him before Jen arrived. She stayed for awhile and we talked of baby things over a cup of tea.

I expressed some more milk for her to take away with her for the next two feeds and I told her I would drop by her place in the afternoon with some more after I go shopping.

I did just that after Jen left. I went shopping and brought some more maternity bras as my breasts seemed too big to fit in the ones I had purchased when I was pregnant. I also went grocery shopping and restocked my panty and fridge.

Then I came home and after putting the food away, I made myself a nice healthy lunch. I knew it was important to eat well to make a good supply of quality milk and as I was feeding two sons now I had to do all the right things to maintain my milk, both in quantity as well as qualtity.

I then expressed some more milk, enough to sustain James until the next morning and took the bottles over to Jen.

James was asleep when I got there and Jen was taking advantage of the break and had her feet up in the living room. I had a key so I had just walked in quietly just in case baby was asleep.

I put the bottles in the fridge and I noticed that Jen had washed the other bottles ready for me to take back.

I motioned for Jen not to get up when I entered the living room and she gave me a smile of thanks and stayed where she was.

I peeked into the nursery and saw James fast asleep in his brand new basinet and I gave him a kiss on the forehead and left him in peace to sleep.

I informed Jen that I had put his milk in the fridge and insisted that she not get up and explained that I was feeling a little tired too and was going to go back home for a rest myself. I gave Jen a kiss on the cheek and left her to it, picking up the empty bottles on the way out the door.

Once at home, I did go and have a lie down and ended up falling asleep for an afternoon nap.

When I awoke, I felt really full again and managed to express enough milk to full up all the bottles I had brought back with me. At this rate we are going to need to buy more bottles! I just seemed to have an endless supply of milk.

I made myself some dinner, then took a long hot bath and went to bed to watch TV in bed.

Soon enough I felt sleepy again and switched off the television and lay down to sleep. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I drifted off, knowing that tomorrow morning I would be feeding both my sons.

Morning soon arrived and I got up feeling well rested but uncomfortably full. I got up and showered to get clean before Tom arrived with James. My breasts were so full that they leaked while in the shower and my milk ran down my body.

I was grateful to hear Tom walk in as I dried myself and put on my robe. I knew relief was so to be mine.

"Good Morning mummy," said Tom as he came up to me and kissed me.

"Good Morning son," I replied, "I'm so glad you are here Tom. Look!"

Tom looked where I indicated as I opened my robe to him and he could see how extremely full my breasts were and how they were still leaking. His eyes gleamed over with lust.

"Oh mummy. You look so full. Does it hurt when you are so full like that mum?" he asked with concern but with a definitely underlining of desire.

"Yes it does son. I need some relief, and I need it now," I answered assertively.

James was asleep in the car seat, but I took him out and in doing so he woke up. I wanted to feed James first today to get some instant relief from my engorged breasts.

I sat on my bed leaning up against some pillows and James latched on to my left breast and quickly began to suck hungrily causing me to sigh in gratitude as my milk flowed, nourishing him.

My right breast ached even more now though and the leaking increased.

Tom could see I needed help and without asking if it was ok, he lay next to me and began to suckle on my right breast.

I wasn't really sure if I wanted to feed both my sons at the same time but as Tom was still fully dressed and he wasn't trying to touch my pussy or do anything else sexual, I figured he was actually just trying to help relieve the pressure of me having too much milk. So I smiled at him as he was really helping me out a lot.

Tom looked as contented as baby James and he even closed his eyes a few times as if lost in some private world as he drank my milk. I stroked his hair lovingly as he suckled on me while I fed his son on my other nipple.

James was soon full and had fallen asleep while feeding. Tom got up and picked his son up from my arms and then burped him before lying him down in the basinet. He then tucked in his sleepy contented baby.

"You must be full too son," I said to Tom cheekily as he stood beside the bed smiling at me.

"Not even close mummy," he replied with a grin, "I could never get enough of you mummy."

I smiled up at him and then stood up and took off my robe and lay back down on my bed. Tom took my cue and undressed and got on the bed with me.

He was hard already.

"I made you a promise yesterday mummy and I intend on keeping it," Tom said as he started to caress my big breasts.

I grinned at him, I hadn't forgotten and I was definitely looking forward to him keeping his word.

Tom then moved and knelt in between my legs and began to pull on both my nipples at once. He really seemed to enjoy milking me like this.

"You make me feel like I'm your pet cow when you do that," I said with a giggle.

"Oh you are mummy. You're my beautiful pet mummy cow and I love these wonderful milky udders of yours," he replied cheekily.

I couldn't help but giggle at that and at the same time it really turned me on. Tom just kept pulling on my large nipples and soon my milk was flowing out of both nipples at once.

Then he just pulled on my right nipple and held his left hand underneath it to catch a handful of milk. He squirted my milk into his cupped hand and then transferred his hand to my pussy and rubbed my milk all over it.

It felt good and he did it a couple more times so that my pussy was soaking wet with breast milk and he rubbed it into me. Then he made me gasp in delight as he dived in and began frantically licking my milk off my pussy.

His tongue lapped all around my outer pussy lips and then he sucked on my clit. I was moaning and panting in pleasure when he suddenly stopped. I was about to protest but it was just a temporary pause as he leaned over me and sucked on my breast to get a mouthful of milk. But he didn't swallow it, instead he got down between my legs again and while holding my pussy lips open he spat my own milk into my virginal opening.

Oh fuck that turned me on, my pussy was clenching and producing its own liquid nectar.

Tom paused again as he took a good look at my milky pussy and he glanced up at me with a cheeky lustful grin before diving back in for another oral assault.

My son licked and sucked hungrily his mother's cunt, making me moan and writhe in incestuous lust. He knew he had me and it wouldn't be long before his efforts would be rewarded.

The squishy sound alone was so exciting with the combination of my milk and pussy juices and my son's saliva as he licked and sucked, flicked and nibbled on every inch of my cunt. The vagina that he came from two decades ago and that his own son had came from just a week ago.

My son's expert tongue produced the desired result.

My back arched and I grabbed tightly onto the sheets as a fireball of ecstasy traveled from my cunt all the way up my body and exploded into a million sparks of pleasure in my brain.

I cried out and shook from the intensity of my orgasm. I think I must have stopped breathing for a moment.

Then I gasped for air and just lay there panting unable to speak for a moment as Tom licked up my cum.

Tom moved up and leaned over me on his hands and knees looking at my expression of euphoria and smiled down at me.

"I think mummy might have liked that," he said as he licked his lips, still tasting my cum on them.

I just reached out and grabbed him, pulling him in for a kiss. We kissed passionately and I tasted myself as our tongues danced with each other.

"Oh son. I loved that so much and I love you so much. Thank you Tommy," I said with love and gratitude.

"I love you too mum and you taste delicious mmm yummy mummy," Tom replied.

He must have worked up a thirst with all that licking as he then leant down and took my left nipple in his mouth and began to suckle on me again. He just started out sucking gently as he hovered over me. I could feel his erection graze against me a few times, and then he changed positions and lined up his hard cock with my wet slit and slowly pushed up inside me. His mouth never let go of my nipple as he entered me.

It felt so good to have my son's cock in me again, even though it was only a week ago since we last made love, it seemed too long ago. My pussy clenched around his hard shaft as if welcoming it back home where it belonged.

There was no denying it, I was addicted to my son and his glorious cock that gave me such pleasure and I had no intention of giving up something this good. I knew our relationship was one of love and mutual obsession and as he slowly pounded into me while drinking my milk, I made up my mind I would continue to use the breast pump on myself even after James is weaned off my milk so that I can keep producing breast milk for my first born son for as long as I possibly can.

Tom started to fuck me harder and faster and suck on me with more intensity too. I pushed back against his thrusts moaning in pleasure with the sensation of him suckling on my nipples at the same time as fucking me. Double the delight as my nipples tingled and my pussy pulsated from the sexual stimulation my son gave me.

Tom muffled moans and his intensified fucking told me he would cum soon, so I responded to his body language by bucking my hips up harder and faster to meet his thrusts.

He tensed up and let my nipple fall from his mouth as his climax took him. I watched my milk spill out his mouth and run down his chin as he froze for a moment then grunted and groaned as his cock expelled spurt after spurt of his warm sticky cum deep inside my pussy walls.

The image of my milk spilling out of his mouth somehow pushed a deep hidden button within me and I came again, moaning in elation.

Tom collapsed on top of me and I just held him there as we both panted trying to get our breath back while we enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms.

"Oh fuck mum. That was so intense!" exclaimed Tom once he could talk again, "I've been wanting to do that ever since you first got pregnant."

I smiled and kissed his forehead as he lay resting, using my big soft tits as a pillow.

"Me too son and it was just as wonderful as I imagined it would be," I replied.

Tom tilted his head up and we kissed with love and passion.

I wanted to just keep him here with me all day like this in my arms but reality kicked in as baby James began to stir in his basinet and I glanced over at the clock.

"You had better get up and shower and go to work son," I said with regret.

"Yeah you are right mum. Unfortunately," Tom replied disappointedly.

He got up and I followed him to the shower. I decided to get in with him this time and we lovingly washed each other. It was so tempting to take it further and play with him but I knew James would be awake fully soon and I didn't want to make Tom late for work.

We got out and dried ourselves and got dressed. Tom picked up his son and gave him a hug and a kiss on the forehead before passing him to me to attend to.

Then he kissed me goodbye with a promise to see me again tomorrow.

I stood in my room with baby James in my arms feeling more like Tom's wife than his mother at that moment and smiled knowing that tomorrow was going to be as wonderful as today and so would the day after that and the next for a very long time.

Finally I had all the good things that I had been waiting for all my life.

I felt happy, content and complete.

Life just couldn't get any better than this.