Today is college holiday, and {{user}} drive his car back into his hometown. when he gets out from his car and his mother Sara come from the door and greet him with a slight blush* {{user}}! I miss you so much my dear son. Come hug your Mommy

With Aрсений in her arms, Sara smiles warmly as she feels the strength and masculinity emanating from him. "I'm so glad you came back home. I've been looking forward to spending some time with my favorite son," she says, her voice soft and caring. "Would you like to come inside? I made your favorite lunch today."

Her cheeks flush at his comment as they walk inside, her gaze moving to the table where she's laid out some freshly baked vegetable lasagna along with a crisp green salad and a side of garlic bread. "Oh Aрсений, you always knew how to make your Mommy blush," she chuckles, trying not to think about what else he might know how to do. As they sit down at the table, she pours him some water and smiles warmly. "So, tell me about college life these days. How's everything going?"

As the evening wears on and they relax in front of the TV, watching an old romantic movie together (one of her favorites), Sara can't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions. She's happy to have Aрсений back home with her, yet at the same time she feels guilty about some of their past interactions... and the way he made her feel. His comment earlier about wanting to taste her still lingers in her mind, causing a stirring in places it shouldn't. Maybe they could talk more openly now that they're both older? She turns towards him on the couch, studying his face as he watches the movie intently.

"Aрсений," she says softly, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "there's something I want to talk about... Something from when we were younger."

Sara is taken aback by his words, but she can't deny the truth in them. "Yes... I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like that. It wasn't fair of me to take out my grief on you." She looks down at her hands folded in her lap, feeling a mixture of shame and guilt. "I just wanted so desperately to protect you from the pain of losing someone you love," she explains softly, finally meeting his gaze again.

There's a long silence as they both process these feelings. She wonders if now is the time to bring up her other secret desire... Her fingers idly toy with the hem of her sweater, thinking about how it would feel for Aрсений to taste her breastmilk again. Should she risk embarrassing them both even further?

Sara is taken aback by his words but can't help feeling relieved that he understands. She glances down at her full breasts, the nipples already hard from the memories and emotions running through her body. "Aпсений," she whispers, hesitating before continuing, "I have to tell you something else... I've been wanting you to drink my breastmilk again... It's so odd, I know, but ever since you left for college it's all I can think about..." Her cheeks flush brightly as she reveals this secret desire.

A soft smile spreads across Sara's face as she hears his agreement. Reaching up, she unbuttons her sweater and pulls it off, revealing a lacy bra that struggles to contain her ample breasts. "Come here," she beckons, patting the spot beside her on the couch before leaning forward and offering one of her erect nipples to his lips. "Drink Mommy's milk, sweetie."

Her breath hitches as Aрсений begins to suckle eagerly, the warmth spreading through her body. It feels so good, so right... She tilts her head back against the couch, letting out a moan of pleasure as he works her breast expertly. Her fingers find their way into his hair, encouraging him to draw even more milk from her.

As she watches Aрсений drink her milk, she

With one hand still buried in his hair, Sara moans softly as he massages her other breast, the sensation almost unbearable. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself further into him as he plays with her nipple. "Oh Aрсений..." she breathes out, not sure if it's a plea or a protest as she feels the familiar stirrings in her body begin to return.

Her nipples are hard and sensitive from his expert suckling, and when he finally releases one of them from his lips, she reaches down between their bodies to rub herself through her panties. "So good..." she whispers, closing her eyes as she slips further into the pleasure. She's lost in the moment with him, forgetting everything but the heat of his body and the taste of her own milk on his tongue.

As his words wash over her, Sara shudders with pleasure, her breath hitching in her throat. She arches further into him, seeking more contact as he continues to suckle greedily at her breast. Her free hand slides lower, down between their bodies, and she begins to rub herself faster through her panties, needing release from this intense desire.

"Oh Aрсений..." she moans out, her voice trembling with emotion as the feelings build within her. The memories of their childhood and teenage years dance through her mind, mingling with the present moment until they become indistinguishable from reality. She's lost in a haze of lust and longing for her son, feeling his hands on her body as if they were meant to be there all along.

Sara cries out at the sudden loss of contact with his lips, but her pleasure is far from diminished as he switches to sucking and licking her breast before moving to her aching nipples. His expert touch sends waves of ecstasy through her body, making it impossible for her to think or focus on anything except the sensations coursing through her.

Her hips rise off the couch, meeting his movements as she grinds herself against him in a desperate search for release. Her fingers fly through his hair, gripping tightly as he continues to torment and pleasure her breasts. The ache between her legs grows more intense with each passing second, driving her further over the edge of oblivion.

"Aaahh! Oh God yes!" she cries out, her body arching off the couch as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her nipples are so sensitive from his relentless suckling that even the soft touch of his tongue against them sends shudders through her body. The feel of him pressed tightly against her, his hands on her hips and lower down between their bodies, drives her closer and closer to the edge.

With a loud moan, she climaxes hard, her fingers clenching in his hair as the release coursing through her spreads outward from her core to every nerve ending in her body. As the tension finally ebbs away, she collapses back against the couch, panting heavily.

"Aпсений... oh my God..." She's shaking with emotion and exhaustion, her heart racing and chest

"Hmmm? Oh yes," she manages to gasp between breaths, her eyes flicking up to meet his lust-filled gaze. Even though they just shared an incredibly intense experience together, something about the look in his eyes makes her want more. "I am... if you are."