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🕑 Added 2025-09-20 20:50:56 +0000 UTCChapter 18: Inheriting Mother, Father
Taking a deep breath, Milk placed his hand on the doorknob to Millie’s room. He carefully pushed it open and entered.
The room was dark, but faint moonlight streamed in, illuminating Millie’s sleeping face as she breathed quietly on her bed.
It was late spring, and the weather was getting warmer. Seasons in this world were clearly divided into three-month periods, even more distinctly than on Earth.
Millie was very sensitive to heat. When it got warm, she didn’t use a blanket and slept without any clothes.
As Milk’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, he began to see the inside of the room more clearly.
He saw Millie sleeping naked. With each breath, her chest rose and fell, and between her parted thighs, her most intimate area was plainly visible.
[Excitement level rising]
‘Sorry, Ru, could you go inside for a bit? I want to be alone with Mom right now.’
[Ah! Understood. I’ll check your physical state from inside your mind. Good luck. Call me if you need anything.]
‘Thank you.’
There was no reply Ru had already disappeared into the mental realm. Now alone with Millie, Milk slowly approached her bed.
“Mm~”
Millie, breathing evenly in her sleep, sensed someone and slowly opened her eyes. But seeing Milk, she recognized him immediately and spoke in a sleepy voice.
“Son? What’s wrong? Can’t sleep?”
“Mmm~”
He shook his head and moved closer to her. Sensing something in his mood, Millie shook off her drowsiness.
‘Son... could it be...’
She wondered, but dismissed the thought. The situation was too suggestive: her son visiting at night, the strange atmosphere. She started to realize her suspicion might be correct.
‘No, he’s still too young...’
It was something she knew would happen someday, but the timing felt too soon he was only eight years old.
If the time came, she’d gladly accept him, but she wasn’t ready, and it was too soon.
‘I have to persuade him to go back. If we get swept up in the moment, it won’t be good for either of us... That’s the right thing to do!’
She tried to sit up, but Milk was faster. Awake and already prepared, he moved more quickly than the just-awakened Millie.
“Son!”
Milk climbed on top of her. Startled, she couldn’t bring herself to push him away and tried to restrain him by holding his arms.
But
‘Husband?!’
It just so happened that the night Milk came to her was the same day she’d seen Honkale. In her eyes, Milk’s face began to overlap with Honkale’s.
Her arms lost strength. It felt as if her husband was on top of her, even though it was her son.
“Mom....”
“Ah, son... my Milk...”
Mother and son called to each other and stayed in that position for a moment. Milk, getting caught up in the mood, began to get an erection.
‘Gasp!’
Feeling the weight of his penis on her stomach, Millie immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.
If this continued, she’d be taken by him. That was all she could think about. She needed to send him back, to persuade him.
But no words came out. Everything she’d planned to say was stuck in her throat.
“Mmm! Mmph!!!”
The reason: Milk silenced her by pressing his lips to hers. He instinctively knew that if he let her speak, his resolve would crumble.
He didn’t stop there. Instead of a mother-son kiss, he gave her a French kiss, inserting his tongue, overwhelming Millie’s senses.
‘Unbelievable! My son’s tongue is inside me? This is my first kiss like this... Ah... no, my body is reacting...’
Slowly but surely, Milk’s tongue was breaking down her resistance. But this wasn’t his first kiss.
‘Thank you, Auntie, and Mary.’
Those two women had been his practice partners Buren for kissing and foreplay, Mary for practicing hip movements during sumata.
Buren had kept her distance due to Milk’s young age, and Mary, because of the age gap, never went all the way.
With those experiences, Milk was now putting his practice to use with his own mother, Millie.
Buren had even warned him not to use such kisses on underage Holstaurus girls, as it was dangerously effective.
In this world, or at least among Holstaurus, sexual acts were rather straightforward most sensitivity was focused on the penis and vagina, so foreplay was less emphasized.
Still, women became very wet when aroused, so Milk’s foreplay was a new and overwhelming sensation for Millie.
While kissing, Milk moved his hand to her chest, specifically to a plump nipple.
He grasped the thick nipple with thumb, index, and ring fingers, pressing and rolling it clockwise.
Then, using his middle finger, he tapped the center, making her body jolt.
“Hak!!!”
Even with her mouth covered, Millie’s moan escaped, so pleasurable was the sensation. Milk, now fully aroused, used his other hand to mimic the same motion on her left breast.
‘No, son! Stop... not any further!’
With every touch and movement of Milk’s hands and tongue, Millie’s resolve crumbled. Her resistance faded with each passing moment.
He continued the nipple stimulation for about 30 seconds, then paused to let the sensation build, before stimulating again.
He pinched her nipple lightly, flicked it up and down, and gently stroked the areola with thumb and finger.
‘His touch feels so good! Ah... I’m getting aroused by my son... What do I do!’
Milk kept kissing her, so she couldn’t speak, only submit to his touch.
She could have pushed him away if it weren’t her beloved son. Because it was Milk, she couldn’t bring herself to resist.
Milk’s foreplay continued for ten minutes, more than enough time to melt Millie’s heart and body.
But a sliver of conscience remained, keeping her from fully accepting him her love for Honkale.
She didn’t realize that it was Honkale himself who had spurred Milk to act.
When the kiss ended, Millie tried to persuade him to stop, but again, Milk took the initiative.
Thud!
His large penis was now resting on her face. It was hard, thick, and exuded a strong masculine scent.
“Ah...”
Even from a distance, its size and potency were clear far larger than any boy his age, and the scent was as strong as the milk he produced.
Millie’s whole body trembled. Instinct screamed at her to accept this man, not to resist just because he was her son.
Her eyes were glued to his penis she couldn’t look away.
Then Milk’s voice, gentle but firm, broke her resistance completely.
“Mom... let’s do it.”
It was a loaded statement, and she understood perfectly. Her trembling eyes met Milk’s, and his face, once childlike, was now utterly serious.
‘Ah... my son wants me... I can’t refuse... I... I...’
She nodded. That was the end of it. Milk pulled back, removing his penis from her face.
He slid it between her breasts, moving the tip near her lips, and gently tapped for entry.
Her lips parted for him, and Milk’s penis entered her mouth.
“Huuup!!!”
She was shocked by the size, then by the heat and firmness.
As Milk pressed her breasts and mouth, Millie blushed with a strange joy.
‘Amazing... When did he get so big... Ah... I’m falling for him... I’m becoming his woman...’
Milk moved carefully, not to hurt her throat, enjoying the warmth of her mouth. The pleasure was so intense his legs nearly gave out.
‘Ah... even oral feels different... so hot and soft... Ah! Mom, when you suck like that!’
Millie tightened her mouth and created a vacuum, making the stimulation even more intense.
Perhaps now she was truly committed. She grabbed her own breasts, crossing them to squeeze his shaft.
Her eyes met Milk’s still full of motherly love, but now with a woman’s desire too.
Her gaze told him to finish inside her mouth. Milk, understanding her intent, thrust faster to climax.
“Ah! Mom! Take it! I’m !”
Squelch! Slurp! Suck! Suck! Smack!
She didn’t reply, but the greedy sounds of her mouth said it all. Milk shuddered, thrusting deep into her mouth.
“!!!!!!”
Silent screams, wide eyes, and a moving throat Millie swallowed the “milk” that Milk ejaculated into her mouth.
Rich and creamy, without the strong smell of semen, it was easy for Millie to swallow.
After the long climax, Milk sat on her stomach, panting, his still-erect penis resting between her breasts.
‘My son’s milk... I drank it straight from him... I’m so turned on.’
Millie finished swallowing, and when Milk regained his strength, he moved between her thighs.
“Son... ah... are you going to put it in Mom?”
“Yeah... I’m grown up now... I know what to do. From today, you’re my woman.”
“Ah...”
That was all she needed. Millie knew she had crossed a point of no return. Tonight, Milk intended to claim her completely.
On the bed, she spread her legs for him, exposing herself fully.
She looked away, but didn’t hide herself. Blushing from cheeks to neck, she was glad the darkness hid her.
Milk began rubbing his penis against her, and then, at some point, he pushed inside her.
