Milking Mom On A Desert Island

“We need to both drink the milk out of my breasts son, it’s the only way that we can stay alive.”
Drink my own mom’s breast milk? I repeated that sentence in my head. My throat may have been on fire, but there was no way that I could drink my own mother’s ambrosia. I was a fully grown man, not a child. There would almost be something…something sexual about it.

This story appeared in Big Creamy Family Tits 4-Pack.