This story is not possible in the real world. It also contains incest and pregnancy. If these conflict with your morals don't read this story.
This is my first story of this kind, I will happily read though all constructive feedback and criticism. I hope to write more stories here but it takes quite a bit of time. Thanks for reading and i hope you enjoy!!
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John Damagna was the youngest of three kids on the Damagna farm. Unlike his older sisters John had always wanted to take over the farm from their dad when he grew up. So when Becky (the oldest) got married and moved away, and Mary (the middle child) went off to college a few states away, John stayed behind with his mom and dad on the farm.
On John's 20th birthday disaster struck. On the way to sell their prize bull his father had gotten into a terrible accident; The truck, the trailer, the bull, and his dad were all completely crushed by a semi.
His sisters came home for the funeral, and John felt like there was a whole in his heart where his father used to be. The will clearly laid out that the farm was to be given under shared ownership between John and his mother Marleigh.
A few weeks after the funeral wrapped up and everyone went home a letter came in the mail. The bank was asking for the payment on the farm's loan. John and Marleigh didn't have the money to pay after all the funeral expenses, and with the loss of the bull didn't have any easy way to make the money either. John knew that Marleigh couldn't handle this situation, so he decided to keep it a secret for now. He had a month to give them the payment on the loan.
Over the next couple of days, John did all the digging he could through the barn desperately looking for a way to make some money when he stumbled on the farm's milking machine. He didn't really like the idea that came to his head, but he decided it was the only option left.
That night, John broke into the local vet and stole a couple vials of cow hormones. He knew that the hormones could stimulate milk production in cows and hoped that he might be able to use them to save the farm. He snuck into his mom's room and saw her lithe form under the moonlight. Her nightgown draped untied over her body. Her modest breasts and curves glistened with sweat on the summer night.
John steeled himself, thinking that it would either do nothing and he could find some other means of money or it would work and he could save the farm. Having rationalized his decision John quietly stepped up to the bed took one syringe of hormone out of his pocket. He took the needle, held it right above his mothers head and slowly dropped the hormones into her mouth. He paused after each few drops to let her drink it in but once the syringe was empty, he snuck back out of the room and went to sleep in his own room.
The next two or three days were relatively uneventful. John thought a couple times that his mom's breasts had a little extra heft and bounce but he wasn't sure. On the fourth day, after coming in for a quick break and a glass of water John stepped into the kitchen and saw Marleigh squeezing her boobs together with an uncomfortable expression on her face. Feeling guilty and strange to witness it, John cleared his throat, startling Marleigh's hands away from her breasts.
"Oh, Hi honey, I didn't hear you come in. Are you looking for something? I thought I saw you outside," Marleigh's embarrassment ran a red hue to her cheeks.
"I just came in for a break and a glass of water Mom," John hoped she might assume he didn't see her.
"Okay, you go rest in the living room. I'll bring a glass out to you."
John sat in the recliner, wondering if his gamble worked and dreading the deadline as it approached closer and closer. Then Marleigh came out with his glass of water and John saw it. On her shirt was a tiny wet spot, right where her nipple was. John knew immediately that it had worked. His mom was lactating. He tried not to stare at it, hoping he could keep his cover. Once Marleigh gave him his glass and left the room John started to plan the next few steps.
While john finished tilling he came up with two steps to his plan. He knew he needed to speed up her milk production. He decided he would hide another syringe worth of hormones in his mom's dinner. Then that night he planned to sneak back into her room.
At dinner, Marleigh made green bean casserole. She set out the dish and plates and she and John sat down to eat.
"What did you get up to today mom?"
"Well, sweetie, I didn't get up to much, I've been feeling pretty tired the past couple of days. I did some dishes and made dinner but that was about it for me"
John needed to get his mom away from her plate, she had dished out a decent amount for herself. John figured she must be hungrier too.
"That's alright mom, make sure you let me know if you ever need any help with anything."
"You're so sweet," Marleigh cooed, "Oh, silly me, I forgot to get you a drink. Here let me get you a glass of water"
John saw his chance. As soon as his mom left the dining room he popped open a syringe and mixed its contents into her serving. After she came back, Marleigh seemed completely normal. She ate her entire serving and even got seconds, something that surprised John.
That night, after feigning to go to bed. John snuck into his mother's room once again. In the moonlight it was clear, her boobs had grown a little in the past few days. John knew it wasn't fast enough yet though. So he tiptoed over to his mother, pulled aside her robe and prepared the second step. John still had two syringes of cow hormones left. He decided that to speed things along, he was going to inject them directly into her breasts.
He leaned over his mom, her soft breath flowed in and out of her mouth. John once again rationalized what he was doing. He couldn't let his dad down. He had to save the farm. John pulled the first syringe from his pocket, he lined the needle up directly with his mom's nipple. With a quick stab John pushed the needle into her right breast and injected the hormones.
When he pulled the needle out, Marleigh mumbled in her sleep and flipped to her other side. John, relieved that he didn't wake her moved around to the other side of the bed. He once exposed her other breast, pulled the second syringe from his pocket and injected it into her left nipple. As he turned to leave, John heard Marleigh's breathing shift drastically. He dropped to the floor and rolled under the bed, just in case she was waking up.
She was. Marleigh sat up and stretched in her bed. the creaking of mattress springs above John confirmed his worst fear in that moment.
Marleigh thought to herself. 'Again? I can't believe this, just a few nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night too. God, I'm so horny right now, I didn't use to need this but I guess it's probably common for single widows.'
From under the bed John heard his mother shift her weight. She definitely laid back down, but how could he know she was sleeping? Then John heard it, a soft moan escaped from Marleigh's mouth. 'Oh my God' thought John. 'She's masterbating.'
John didn't know what to do, he had never thought about his mom doing this before. And there he was, underneath her bed, listening to every grunt and moan that came out of her mouth.
"Oh, you feel so good. You fill me up real nice mister farmer."
'Please no,' John's thoughts and pleas to God went unheard.
