The Dread of Damned Milk

The days passed, and my curiosity grew stronger with each one.

One morning, I woke up to find myself in my mother's embrace. Seraphina Aetherisin, as I had co to learn her na, was leaning against the pillow, while I was seated on her thighs, my head resting just below her bountiful breasts. I pressed myself against her, feeling the comfort of her warmth, and closed my eyes as she gently caressed my head. Her ethereal voice spoke softly, "Get up, my love."

"Can't we stay like this for a few more minutes? No, maybe an hour? Master Vaelan has been boring to death lately. I feel so sleepy," I complained.

She laughed, her giggle sounding like the sweetest lody. "I have no problem, my love. You can stay as long as you like. But then you'll hate that you delayed the answers to the questions you've been asking lately," she replied.

That woke up. I sat up, stretched a bit, then looked into her white eyes.

"Is it finally ti now, Mother?" I asked. It had been hard to call her "Mother" at first, considering I had once been a seventy-two-year-old man. But I got used to it over ti, though it still wasn't easy to think of her that way instead of as the beautiful, sensual woman that she was.

After my wife had passed away in my previous life, I had never found another woman who was as attractive, interesting, or alluring, even after being in a few relationships. But this woman made feel things—things a child should probably not feel about his mother. Yet, technically it wasn't like she was really was my mother .

"What are you thinking about, my love? Are you hungry?" she asked, caressing my face gently.

"I am, Mother," I answered, burying my face into her soft bosom.

"Give a minute, my love," she said.

She moved my head away and opened her gown. Her breasts slipped out, and I watched as she was about to massage them.

"Mother," I said hesitantly.

"Yes, my love?" she replied.

"Could I... could I help you this ti?" I asked.

She paused, looking into my eyes.

"Why do you want to?" she inquired.

"I've been watching you do it for a long ti, and I was curious. Plus, I want you to relax for a while," I answered. Truthfully, I was srized by her body, and being a man in my past life, I was fascinated. My request stemd from both curiosity and a desire to feel closer to her.

"Don't worry, Mother. I think I know how to do it—I won't hurt you," I added, attempting to sound innocent enough to hide my true intent.

She paused, and then a warm smile blood on her face. "You would never harm , my love. I trust you," she said.

"Not that I would mind a little pain," she added, leaving speechless.

"So, is that a yes?" I asked, my voice filled with a mix of excitent and disbelief.

"Yes," she replied.

I brought my small hands to her breasts, feeling their warm, soft texture. I gently began moving my hands, kneading her mounds while I marveled at their fullness. My fingers lightly brushed over the pink areolae, coaxing her buds out. She leaned back, her hands falling to her sides, and I thought I heard a soft sigh escape her lips, but I was too engrossed in the task at hand.

After a few monts of indulging myself, her buds finally erged, enticing even further. I stopped massaging and latched my mouth onto them, sucking eagerly. Monts later, my mouth was filled with a warm, creamy liquid.

What I drank was milk, not blood. Seraphina had recently started producing milk, sothing she had told a few days earlier. I vaguely rembered her saying, "It's finally ti to introduce you to other forms of nourishnt; this will no longer be enough." But I hadn't paid much attention then—too focused on her.

As I drank, I felt her fingers run gently through my hair, and I closed my eyes, savoring every drop.

I repeated the process on her other breast until I was finally full. Seeing finished, she smiled. "It seems it's ti, my love. This will no longer be nourishing enough for you," she said.

She tied her gown back up and picked up. Carrying into the washroom, she sat at the edge of a white marble tub filled with water. She washed gently, and afterward, I wore my clothes, feeling fresh and clean.

We returned to the room, where she sat on one side of a large table and gestured for to take a seat on the other. I climbed onto the oversized chair, my small fra dwarfed by its size, and looked at her with curiosity.

"Now, as I said before, it is ti you learned so very important, basic knowledge about our world," she said, pulling a book from a white drawer beside her.

My heart raced in anticipation. This was it. The answers I'd been yearning for were finally coming.

'It was finally ti'.