Incest Diet

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Suck harder! Harder!" moaned my mother as she sat on me, while I sucked on her breast, giving my all to test out my new six-pack by fucking her like a rabbit. Her sweet breast milk flowed in abundance into my mouth as it sprayed from the other breast onto my chest. Our pulled-out couch was covered in a mixture of semen and breast milk. It was the playground for our six-week diet.

But let's start from the beginning. Hi, I'm Tyler, and as you already know, I'm fucking my mother. You also know that she sprays breast milk in masses like a fountain and that I have a relatively new well-built body. But it wasn't always like that.

The story began a few months ago when I decided to make a drastic change over the summer holidays. My physique was more of a "twig with a very round middle" type, and that had to change. When I returned to school, everyone was supposed to be amazed by how much I had transformed. Six weeks isn't a lot of time though--you need discipline, a perfectly balanced diet, and doping.

I researched anabolic substances on the internet and only found products with massive side effects. I'm willing to take hormones, yes, but I didn't want to change the physiological condition of my testicles. Then I stumbled upon a website selling a substance that significantly boosts natural testosterone production. Ideal for muscle building. The only side effects were occasional mood swings and increased libido. Doesn't sound too bad.

The problem was: to order the product, I needed 200 dollar, which I didn't have, and a legal age of 21, which I wasn't (I'm 18). So, I needed help. The only person I could trust and who could help me was my mother.

And like any classic mother, she wasn't thrilled that I wanted to pump my body full of chemicals. She said no.

But surprisingly, her attitude changed when she found a product for herself. My mother was never really fat or anything, but she had a bit more on her bones, and she also aspired to have a slim, youthful body. So, the best compromise for us was that we both took these substances, stuck to this diet throughout the summer break (my mom is a teacher and has time off as well), but told no one else about it.

So far, so good. When the medications arrived, I only focused on mine. I knew what to expect and was prepared for it. As for my mother's product, I was in for a huge surprise. I trained for one to two hours daily, and by the fifth day, I could feel the effects. I became more active, more alert, and accomplished more during workouts. But I also became more irritable, hornier, and used my growing biceps to jerk off four to five times a day. By the way, this was recommended according to the package insert, as sperm production significantly increased.

During the first week, there were no visible results, but I felt them--especially with every load I shot. After two weeks, it became noticeable: my arms were getting bigger, my belly was shrinking, and I was slowly developing a more athletic physique. I increased the dosage and ended up jerking off up to 10 times a day.

But let's get to my mother, who didn't do any exercise at all. Despite that, she was losing a noticeable amount of weight, and her breasts were growing (and they weren't small to begin with).

"You're making progress," my mother remarked approvingly as I walked around shirtless.

"Thanks, you too," I replied. "How does your product even work? You're not exercising at all, yet you're still losing weight."

My mother smiled sheepishly.

"Caloric deficit," she said, and then explained it to me.

Our substances worked completely differently. Mine increased testosterone production, which in turn boosted metabolism. That means fat was burned and muscles were built--pretty straightforward. My mother's product, however, worked quite differently. It created a caloric deficit by producing breast milk. One pill a day resulted in about a liter of breast milk being produced daily. According to the package insert, that was about 700 calories. But since my mother saw little progress at first, she took two pills and was producing about as much as a breastfeeding mother with two liters of breast milk. All she had to do was pump the milk.

So, our summer days turned rather strange. My mother was milking her breasts, and I was masturbating like a world champion. Gradually, we lost control and with it, our inhibitions. It became normal for my mother to walk around topless, and for me, it was normal to jerk off every half hour. By the middle of the summer, we increased our doses even more, and my mother was constantly leaking, producing up to five liters a day. Her breasts grew enormous, her nipples darkened and elongated, which presented me with a problem: I was constantly horny, and those huge udders were always in front of me.

It was only a matter of time before I offered to help my mother with her problem. The constant mechanical pumping made her breasts sensitive, and what could be better than a mouth sucking on the nipples? So, I lay on my mother's lap and allowed myself to be nursed.

It was a win-win. My mother needed to get rid of her milk, and for me, it became a protein source for building muscle. Besides, I found it incredibly arousing, and I convinced my mother that it was absolutely necessary to masturbate every few minutes, and if the nursing session lasted longer, it had to happen during it. So, I sucked on her now truly enormous breasts with nipples larger than thimbles. I licked and drank the breast milk that sprayed uncontrollably from them. Meanwhile, I squeezed her breast with one hand and jerked off with the other. My mother moaned softly, relieved that her breasts were no longer being mechanically milked. But it also seemed to turn her on. I couldn't explain it any other way when she guided her hand to my cock and finished what I had started.

My mother jerked me off while she nursed me. It actually felt better than I could have imagined. It felt so good that I just came, spraying my load onto both my body and my mother's. I came on her breasts, the ones I was sucking on. But that didn't faze her--it became our new reality. I simply kept sucking on her udders until my cock got hard again for another round.

We increased the dosage again for the final stretch. By now, I had turned into a real muscle-bound guy, though at the cost of having swollen balls that constantly needed to be emptied. My mother had become really slim. The only thing that kept growing were her gigantic breasts, producing up to seven liters of milk. Her milk and my semen had to go somewhere, and since we were constantly squirting or spraying, we protected our apartment by laying down plastic sheets. We practically made a game out of it. For example, my mother would sit against the wall and milk her breasts, sending her breast milk shooting across the room. I'd stand 10 feet away, jerking off to the sight.

While mom's breast milk landed just a few inches in front of my feet, my cum shot the full ten feet, splattering all over her body. This became our new hobby: spraying each other. I loved spreading my loads on my mother, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching her lick the semen off her breasts. I'd shoot my load on her face, her breasts, her belly, even her pussy. Sometimes, I'd feed her my cum directly, holding my tip right in front of her open mouth and letting her drink my semen.

But by the end of the summer, we broke through all barriers and crossed every line. We hadn't had any inhibitions for a long time. My hands roamed her entire body--her breasts, her ass, her pussy. Similarly, my mother had no problem jerking me off. So, it was only a logical step for both of us when I once lay on top of her to suck her breasts dry. My cock pulsed against her pussy, and I knew I'd soon have to jerk off so my balls wouldn't burst. Without asking my mother for permission, I lifted my hips slightly, positioned my tip against her wet lips, and slowly pushed my cock into her wet pussy.

My mother only looked at me briefly, shocked, as if she couldn't believe this was really happening. But my cock felt right at home inside her mother pussy, and it had no intention of leaving until I'd shot my massive load into her. Sucking on her breast, I looked into her eyes and gave her firm thrusts. Her expressions and gestures didn't indicate that she didn't want it. On the contrary, she placed her hands on my ass and pulled me deeper into her. With her mouth open but still a shocked expression on her face, my mother moaned as I thrust into her harder and harder.

"Do you like that, mommy?" I asked as I pulled her milk-spraying nipple out of my mouth.

"More than I should," she moaned, and I fucked her faster and harder. Her nipples acted on their own, uncontrollably spraying breast milk. I leaned back down to suck on them hard again.

"Why didn't we do this sooner?" she moaned. Good question, really. We had no issues touching each other or spraying each other early on. I eagerly drank her breast milk and kept fucking her. The time had come: my balls needed to be emptied, so I let my cock do what it did best--I shot my full load inside my mother, who just moaned loudly and enjoyed being filled like a donut.

"Is it even okay that I came inside you, mommy?" I asked afterward.

"As often as you've sprayed me and as much cum has already flowed to my pussy, it really doesn't make a difference anymore."

I pulled my cock out of her pussy and watched as my cum oozed out of her. That was another hefty load I had just sprayed. My mother brought her hand to her pussy, then licked my cum off her fingers. After that, she sat up and positioned herself on top of me again, offering her breast to me once more. With the amount she was producing, I couldn't drink her dry, but I sure tried. Her milk was delicious, after all, and sucking on her tits turned me on. So much so that my cock got hard again, something she definitely noticed.

"That's what I was hoping for," mommy moaned as she guided my cock back into her cum-soaked pussy. Once again, my dick disappeared into her soaking wet pussy, and my mother started riding me sensually. That was the best part: I just lay there, being ridden by her while drinking her breast milk. mommy leaned forward, allowing me to be more active as I fucked her by moving my hips.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Suck harder! Harder!" moaned my mother as she sat on me, while I sucked on her breast, giving my all to test out my new six-pack by fucking her like a rabbit. Her sweet breast milk flowed in abundance into my mouth as it sprayed from the other breast onto my chest. Our pulled-out couch was covered in a mixture of semen and breast milk. It was the playground for our six-week diet. I came inside my mother--again and again. I no longer masturbated; instead, I fucked my mother in every possible position. Her pussy became my personal sperm bank, my cock garage. Her breasts became my main food source, fueling both my muscle growth and sperm production.

When the summer break was over, we stopped taking the pills. My mother and I were completely different people: I was fit and brimming with confidence, and my mother had become a hot MILF with huge tits. Her breasts had gotten so big that she probably had to tell people she had a boob job. The effects of the medication didn't wear off immediately though. For weeks, I still had swollen balls and an excess of cum that I had to pump into my mother. And she continued to produce liters of breast milk, even though it gradually decreased.

We were having sex several times a day, and I seriously started questioning why I had worked so hard on my body when all I wanted was to fuck my mother. I noticed the interest of other women in me, but none of them could offer what my mother did. Most women's breasts were smaller than hers, and they also lacked the breast milk that turned me on so much. I looked forward to coming home every day, tearing off my clothes, and ramming my cock into my mother's pussy.

"When do you think we'll stop doing this?" I asked her as I was about to fill her pussy with my cum once again.

"I hope never," she replied, and I felt the pressure building in my cock as it pumped my seed into her with full force.

Me too, mommy. Me too, I thought, as I kept sucking on her milk-producing breast.