All individuals involved in sexual activity are consenting adults 18 years old or older. All events and people within this story are fictional and created solely as a work of erotic entertainment.
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"You still haven't been able to lactate?!" Meiko exclaimed, "It has been almost a day since we last talked and still nothing?"
Jennifer was exhausted and quickly growing frustrated with this experiment. "No, but I can tell that I'm close," she said reassuringly.
"I implore you to reconsider freeing up your breasts as much as you can," he reiterated with that annoying, raspy voice of his.
"But my situation with my son-"
"Jennifer. I understand how troubling your situation is. However, the amount of money invested into this project is too great for you to worry about your son," he said impatiently as the line went dead.
Dejected, Jennifer sat back in her chair and looked down at herself. Her breasts strained within the confines of her t-shirt, begging to be set free, wet by her leaky nipples.
What I'm about to do will change my relationship with my son forever,
she thought as she grabbed the hem of her shirt with both her hands.
But it's something I have to do.
She pulled her shirt up by the hem over her breasts. Her right nipple rubbed against the hem as its breast tumbled out before the same happened with the left.
She pulls her shirt over her head and throws it onto her bed and looks to her left at a mirror. Her breasts stood out obscenely.
Perhaps it could work. Chris didn't wear a shirt sometimes on really hot days, so it shouldn't be that different if she did the same.
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Tomorrow morning, it was very different.
Chris gawked at her chest when they were trapped in a shirt. Having been released, her boobs had grown a noticeable amount because of the serum. The first time he saw her topless, his shorts went from baggy, to tightly stretched across his gigantic member which seemed to have swelled to eight inches long very quickly. He quickly tried to cover up, but she had seen enough to have an effect on her. Despite being covered by his shorts, the veins and ridges of Chris's cock were clearly visible; much so that Jennifer could feel herself heating up and getting wet between her legs.
The idea that her budding son could find pleasure in her thirty-year-old body left her in disbelief. Normally, Jennifer hated this kind of staring when it happened to her at work when her co-workers her age treated her nipples like her eyes, but the fact that a younger man found her sexy made her feel desirable and confident - even if that young man happened to be her son.
Being topless, her breasts jiggled without restraint with the slightest of movements. As they ate, she could tell that her son was having a difficult time keeping his eyes off of her tits and she repeatedly saw him trying to nonchalantly readjust his seemingly-perpetual erection under the tablecloth.
Her breasts were also dripping profusely. At one point, as Jennifer reached across the table for something, several large drops of her milk fell into Chris's cup of coffee. She didn't say anything, and he still drank the cup. Either he didn't know, or he pretended not to notice taking a sip shortly after. Either way, Jennifer couldn't help but get slightly aroused at the fact that her son just enjoyed some of her breast milk coffee.
The warmth and dampness between her legs intensified.
When asked about his own progress with the serum, Chris said that, like herself, he said that he was "definitely growing down there, and I'm producing a lot more ... you know ..."
"Cum?" she chimed in, slightly surprised at her own use of the dirty, sexual slur. This serum seemed to not only change the way her body looked, but also seemed to affect the way she talked and acted. She'd have to be more careful next time.
He initially looked taken aback at the word before smiling. "Yeah, I'm producing
