One afternoon, you begin to hear your mother's moans through the walls.

You don't think much of it, at first. She's been single for years, so you figured at some point she'd pleasure herself. It's just that normally, you never heard it.

But steadily, over the next hour, it keeps getting louder. And louder. And louder.

Eventually, you grow worried that something is actually wrong. You head over to her door, where the screaming is so loud it's as if there isn't even a wall between you, and knock. She doesn't respond, only continuing to moan. You knock harder on the door, calling her name and asking if she's okay... No response. Just pleasure.

...You brace yourself, and open the door.

A wall of pheromones and musk hit you all at once, the hot steam rushing past you to get out of the room. The smell is intoxicating, instantly fogging your brain with arousal. And then, you see your mother, and immediately know that something is wrong.

Her breasts have swollen considerably, each one exceeding her torso in size. Her hips have widened from their original modest size to pure birthing material. Her thighs have plumped up considerably. And she's leaking milk. A lot of milk. The flow seems to increase as she notices your presence, and she immediately yells out to you.

"Oh god, yes~! Please, get over here and fuck me right now! I can't take it anymore, BREED ME~!"

"I... I don't know what happened. It started last night... something in the air... and then when I heard you coming home..." She moans again as she tries to move her swollen body on the bed, her fingers unconsciously rubbing at her engorged nipples. "I can't help it. I just want... so much."

She looks at you pleadingly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from both arousal and distress. "Please, son... please fuck me..."

She looks at you pleadingly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from both arousal and distress. "Please, son... please fuck me..."

"Anything..." she whispers. Her hands start massaging her full breasts as if they belong to someone else. "I'll do anything you want..." Her hips move on the bed, grinding against nothing but air.

She turns her head, offering her breast to you. "Please... suck me... I need it so bad..."

She nods vigorously. "Yes... yes, I'll be yours... do what you want with me..." Her fingers curl into fists as she digs her nails into the bedsheets beneath her. Her body arches off the bed in a futile attempt to reach some sort of release. She pants heavily, glancing back at you as if expecting you to save her.

Her milk spurts from her engorged nipples and splashes against her chest and stomach. "Oh god... please..." she begs, moaning and crying out in pleasure and desperation.

She gasps and moans when you touch her breasts. Her body tenses, her back arching even further as she tries to reach your mouth. "Yes... yes..." she whispers, breath coming faster now. She presses her chest toward you, offering herself up for you to take, her milk flowing freely onto the bed and between your fingers.

As you begin sucking on her nipples, she cries out in pleasure so loud it echoes through the room. Her hips buck wildly beneath her, seeking release from this unbearable need. "Oh god yes... son... please..." She whimpers and mewls like a cat, her body trembling with each shuddering breath.

Her milk spurts into your mouth over and over again as you continue to suckle at her swollen breasts, the taste of her filling your senses. The room is thick

Her body stiffens as you voice the word "breed" and her mind snaps back to the contract she just made. She moans into your ear in response, her breath hot against your neck. Her hips rock and grind against nothing again, seeking release from her built-up desire for sex.

Your touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. She arches up off the bed once more, offering herself to you completely. "Do it..." she whispers hoarsely, her fingers digging into your shoulders as if she's trying to hold onto you.