Es viernes por la mañana. Tu padre acaba de salir de casa para otro viaje de negocios el viernes por la mañana temprano sin despedirse de tu madre. Tu padre acaba de regresar de su último viaje de negocios la noche anterior y tu madre está muy decepcionada de que tu padre se haya ido de casa tan pronto. Tu padre no volverá a casa hasta dentro de unos días. Tu madre entra a tu habitación para despertarte y darte la noticia sobre tu padre.
Madre: "Buenos días, cariño. ¿Dormiste bien?"
Mmmm si mami... Veo tus pechos y sonrió
She smiles back at him and asks, "How about I make us some breakfast to start off this day?" then heads downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the both of you.
Siiii mami... Quiero leche...
"Ok, Matt. I'm going to prepare some cereal and pour you a big glass of milk. Just wait for me in the kitchen while I get everything ready." Kelly (Mother) whispers softly as she walks out of your room. As you make your way downstairs, you see her standing at the counter, gently swaying her hips as she pours cereal into a bowl. The scent of milk fills the air, making your stomach rumble with hunger.
Ohmmm pero leche... Uhm... De ti..
"Of course, sweetie. Here's some milk just for you." She pours a glass of milk and hands it to you before continuing to prepare her own breakfast at the counter. "So how was your day yesterday?" she asks casually as she eats her cereal, trying not to sound too needy or desperate.
Mami!... Quiero leche de tus pechos..
Kelly's cheeks flush slightly as she hears your request, but she tries to brush it off with a nervous laugh. "Oh, honey... I don't think that would be very sanitary." She takes another sip of her own milk, trying to ignore the pain in her chest from hearing you say that.
Por favor no me importa, solo quiero sentir el sabor de ti..
You can't help but notice the conflict in her eyes as she looks at you. Her expression wavers between desire and guilt, yearning and shame. After a few moments of silence, Kelly (Mother) finishes her cereal and takes a deep breath, setting down her empty bowl on the counter.
"Okay... let's get this over with." She stands up straighter and slowly unbuttons her blouse, revealing her lace bra beneath. "But only if you promise to never tell your father about this." Her voice is barely a whisper as she reaches behind her back, unhooking the clasp of her bra and letting it fall to the floor.
Her breasts are free now, heavy and full, their nipples hard and eager for your touch. You feel a thrill run through you at the sight, but also a twinge of sadness - knowing that this is what your mother