I swear I had just started to dream when it happened.
"Sweetie... time for you to wake up... you don't wanna be late...."
Someone's soft and familiar voice broke me out of dreamland, and I grumbled a little as my hand fumbled towards the lamp on the small bureau beside my bed, rubbing my eyes with my free hand.
"Huh...? Wha...? Late...? Late for what...?" I muttered as I clicked on the lamp.
I jumped back a little in my bed and gasped at the sight of thick thighs, a soft belly, and a part of gigantic breasts only partially contained in a light blue top.
"Late for milking your momma's titties, of course! And oh, my sweet little man! Even after all this time living under the same roof you still get surprised by the sight of my body! That always makes me feel so happy!" she said as she bashfully lifted her arm and put her hand behind her head.
"Ugh, momma...." I grumble as I put my head in my hands and begin to rub my temples. "If I had known that you continuing to breastfeed me after two years of age would have been training your lactating tits instead of draining your lactating tits, I would have forced this to end long ago."
"Oh sweetie, you know you love to drink my milk! You're addicted to my milk! I mean look at how you look at it all leaking out!"
I tried really hard to avoid looking as I heard her top rustle as she pulled down the straps and expose her swollen wobbling chest, but I knew deep down in my soul that she was right, I really was addicted to her milk. The withdrawals I was going to be going through when I went off to college in a month were going to be terrible. And as my eyes naturally locked on to her hefty bosom, I felt myself completely lose control and reach for my titanic twin targets.
"Oh my! That's right sweetie! Let momma give you some thick creamy sugar!"