Mary sat down at the table with her mother. She eyed the food spread out for dinner anxiously. There were pickled eggs and deviled ham sandwiches, a roast beef and two heads of boiled cabbage. Her stomach rumbled and she shifted in her seat, waiting for her mother to finish talking on the phone.
Finally, she hung up the receiver. Mary heaped her plate with eggs and cabbage and dug in heartily. Her mother did likewise, albeit at a bit more civilized pace. Caroline was a voluptuous woman, and she could eat more than all of her daughters combined. She wore a tight corset that seemed to make her already huge breasts even bigger. She patted her bosom and swallowed another pickled egg.
Mary massaged her stomach, which was rapidly filling with greasy food. She let out a small, soft burp, sighing in relief.
Caroline slammed her fork down. She straightened in her seat and drew her breath in sharply. Mary stopped eating and looked up timidly. "Mary!" she reprimanded. "You know better than that."
Mary swallowed. "I'm sorry, Ma." She straightened up and tucked her hair back, folding her hands in her lap. Her belly gurgled and she let out a loud, three-second-long belch that blew her napkin off the table.
Caroline raised an eyebrow and smiled. "That's better." She picked up Mary's napkin and handed it back to her. "I won't have my daughter letting out small belches." She adopted a rakish pose, one hand behind her head, pushing her hair forward slightly, the other upon her hip. Winking at Mary, she unleashed a massive belch that made Mary's seem tiny by comparison. Flecks of dinner flew from her throat. The table physically vibrated.
Mary smiled shyly at Caroline. "That was beautiful, Ma," she said, blushing. She wiped a speck of egg off her cheek.
Caroline smiled back. "Why, thank you, Mary. It felt beautiful, too." She patted her corset and paused, her eyes widening in surprise. A gurgling sound came from her waist. She shifted in her seat, patted her breasts, and let out the deepest, throatiest burp she had ever produced. One would have thought the sound came from an ogre or a giant, not an attractive 25-year-old woman. She laughed. "That one was simply unladylike! My goodness! Now, Mary, help me clear the table and we'll go to bed."
After the dishes were done, Caroline and her daughter got dressed for bed. Mary wore her undermost petticoat, and her mother wore only her corset. Mary couldn't help staring at Caroline's impressively large breasts.
"I... I... Your breasts are very nice, Ma," she finally got out.
Caroline smiled and hefted one, stroking it gently. "Thank you, dear. You know, these produce so much milk that I was able to feed both you and our house cats at the same time."
Mary blinked in surprise. "Wow. What do you... I mean, now that you're not..." she trailed off weakly.
Her mother spread the comforter out on the bed. "What do I do with the excess milk? Well, whenever I do some baking and we're low on milk..." She winked at her daughter and patted a breast.
Mary was shocked. "You mean... whenever I've eaten any of your cooking... your breastmilk was in there?"
Caroline ran a brush through her long, dirty blonde hair. "Most of the time, yes, dear. It's absolutely full of good nutrients. Besides, you drank plenty of it when you were small."
Mary protested. "But... but.. that's different!"
"Is it?" Caroline sat upright and looked at Mary. "You know, I'm actually feeling a little full just now." She placed both hands under her breasts and tested their weight. "How about a little warm milk before bedtime?"
Mary had to admit, warm milk did sound nice. But from her own mother? Then she thought that since she had drunk from her as a baby, it couldn't hurt. Besides, milk helped her to sleep. She hopped up onto the bed next to her mother. "Ok."
Caroline smiled. "Lay down in my lap, dear." She pulled a pillow up for Mary's head to rest on.
Mary positioned herself under her mother's massive left breast. It was considerably larger than her own head. Caroline leaned down slightly and gently nudged Mary's lips with her nipple.
Mary's opened her mouth slightly and accepted the nudge. She ran her tounge around the nipple and began to suck. Almost immediately, warm milk splashed into her mouth and down her throat. She hummed softly and swallowed, suckling for more.
Her mother slid her hand under Mary's head, propping it up gently. "That's a good girl. Just like that." She patted Mary's hand.
Mary kept gulping milk down. She knew she'd probably had enough, but she wanted more. Small amounts of air rose in her throat, but she swallowed the bubbles back down, focusing on drinking.
Caroline pulled away from Mary and shifted position. "All right, Mary, the other one needs some attention."
Mary gasped when her mother pulled away, searching for a nipple. She eagerly latched onto the right breast and began suckling again.
Her mother laughed. "You're thirsty tonight, aren't you? Mama's got plenty of milk, don't you worry." She massaged Mary's belly, which was now bulging slightly.
Finally, Mary could drink no more. She stopped sucking, her mother's nipple still in her mouth, eyes half-closed in contentment.
Caroline repositioned her breasts. "Done already? There's still more in there."
Mary sat up and moaned in pleasure. She licked her lips and held her swollen belly. "My stomach feels... " She hiccuped.
Her mother held out her arms. "Sounds like someone needs to be burped. Come on."
Mary was surprised, but she allowed Caroline to pull her into her arms. She placed one hand on the back of Mary's head, moving it over her shoulder. The other hand she used to pat Mary firmly in the small of her back in regular intervals.
Mary felt an odd sense of security in her mother's embrace. The patting had a soothing effect, and she relaxed. Suddenly her stomach rumbled. She felt air rising in her throat and an enormous belch escaped her lips. She instantly felt relieved, and made a soft sound of happiness.
