I love BIG BREASTS and I cannot lie.
You know what I love more than big breasts? Big MILKY breasts.
Especially when the milk clings precipitously to mom’s nipple, then slowly, sexily slides right down her curvaceous, porcelain flesh and finally drips down into the bathtub.
It’s even better when it’s FORCED into the bathtub.
Ever since I could remember, I had been extremely interested in all things breasts -- including milk. Everywhere I went, I'd fantasized about whether or not the lady I was looking at was lactating. It became quite an obsession.
Many nights, I wondered what it would be like if my 40-year-old mother had large, leaking, milky breasts. How would it feel to touch and knead her ponderous boob flesh?
Mom was a tall, athletic 40-year-old with wide hips, auburn hair, emerald green eyes and a smile that lit up the room.
The one thing she was lacking, in my not so humble opinion, was large breasts. Don't get me wrong, mom did okay in the boob flesh department. But I always thought that she could do better.
So one day, I figured I would help her out. Scouring the Internet, I came across a website selling a strange herbal concoction that promised the imbiber of large, overflowing, milking breasts.
Of course, I skimmed over the copious side effects -- some good, some not. But that was beside the point. I didn't care what the side effects were, I was finally going to realize my dream of seeing my mother's breasts grow large and become full of succulent milk.
Of course, I wasn't going to tell her this.
A couple of weeks later, the so-called Hucow vial arrived from the post and I figured I would make it into a memorable night. I told my mother that I was going to take her out for a night on the town. Dinner, dancing, a movie, then back home for maybe some wine.
Being an older, mature lady, it wasn't very often that she got taken out for a night on the town. So, it was understandable that she got excited.
I made sure that she dressed up in her fanciest dress, that her makeup was pristine and that she was ready to have the time of her life.
Of course she wanted to know why I was doing this. I just told her that it was an early birthday present and left it at that.
My mother looked absolutely stunning. She chose a red-sequined dress with a slit up the legs halfway to her pussy and some nice, black pumps.
It literally gave me the chills just being next to this gorgeous creature. And knowing that within a few hours, she was going to have extremely large breasts with copious amounts of milk dribbling out of them, made me so horny I could barely stand it.
Time went by quickly. I made sure that she had a great time. I also make sure that she got a bit tipsy. When we got home, I poured her a nice big glass of wine and dropped the Hucow liquid in there.
She suspected absolutely nothing.
An hour or so after drinking the wine and taking the potion, mom suddenly got upset at something.
"What is it?" I asked as I came racing into her bedroom with concern etched on my face.
She had her hands held out to her sides and she was looking down at her obviously engorged breasts still covered by the dress.
"I don't know what happened, but I've ruined my dress! I must've spilled something all over it." I could tell she was close to crying as this was her mother's dress and one that she cherished very much.