I slumped onto the bed, my body utterly spent. Delilah's phone buzzed incessantly on the nightstand, Charlotte's name flashing across the screen. A lewd idea sparked in my mind.
"Get that, Mom," I ordered, my voice hoarse. "And bring it here."
Delilah nodded. Her new, enlarged breasts swaying as she panted and moved. She crawled to retrieve her phone, then returned to my side.
I laid my head back on the soft pillow of her lap, my face level with her plump, glistening breasts, still shiny and marked from my mouth.
"Answer it," I whispered, locking eyes with her golden ones. "But first..."My hand found my hard, throbbing cock, stroking it slowly. "Grab this. And don't stop jerking me off."
A faint blush colored her cheeks, but her delicate hand wrapped around my shaft without hesitation, her slender fingers beginning a well-practiced, steady rhythm.
"And, Mom," I continued, my gaze fixed on her tempting left breast. "Lower it. I want to taste your milk again."
