Chapter 93: Taste Of Your Milk

"Really?...I don't want to force you to do anything." I said with a grin on my face, while my mother was looking at my hand with hesitation in her eyes and also a bit of curiosity, which made me wonder if she was actually curious as to how her insides tasted.

"No, it's fine, Kafi. I'll have a taste myself." She said with a firm look in her eyes, regaining the confidence to do what she said.

"Well, if you're so desperate to know what your insides taste like, then go for it." I pushed my hand out towards her.

"I'm not desperate for such a dirty thing! I'm just doing it so that you don't!" She said, and glanced at my fingers one more time.

And then, after making up her mind and hyping herself up, she immediately plunged her mouth towards my hand and put my middle finger in her mouth.

Suck~

Only the tip of my finger, which was covered in her fluids, was under her lips, which felt so soft and succulent to touch like the fleshy part of a juicy mango, and she didn't look like she was going to go any further than that.

Slurp~

And like how one would suck off the meat off a tender chicken wing in one go, she sucked my finger as hard as she could so that she didn't leave any of her fluids behind. And pulled out her mouth, which felt so hot and wet to touch, like it was full of warm oil, and slurped off everything on my finger.

Not even a droplet or smear of her anal fluids were left on my finger, and it was all replaced by a layer of her sparkling saliva that I didn't mind at all eating my dinner with, since I believed it would only add a sweet taste to the dishes.

Suck~ Slurp~ Suck~ Slurp~

"N-No, I just said so that you have a reference since you're so keen on knowing what every part of me tastes like." She said in a fluster and quickly pulled her sweater down when she realised that she was exposing herself again, while I could still see her fat ass sticking out from the back.

"Well, that is true, but sadly, there is a part of you that I can't taste for now." I said while wiping off the saliva on my fingers. "One that I want to taste with all my heart, but will have to wait for the fated day for it to happen."

"What part is that?" She asked with a curious look on her face, wanting to know what it was that was driving her son crazy.

"Your milk..." I said as I stared at her overwhelming breasts, which were bulging out of her chest and were probably the reason she's suffering from back pain. "Your breastmilk that I won't be able to taste for now, which probably tastes like the sweetest nectar from the heavens...That's what I want to have a sip off."

Seeing my penetrating gaze on her chest and hearing my vulgar words about the sweet milk her chest could produce, instantly alerted her like a cat that had its tail stepped on, and she immediately covered her chest with one of her hands while the other pulled down her sweater, and she stared at me with a flushed look on her face, wondering how her son could be so perverted.

"But my thirst for your breastmilk won't stay unquenched for too long, so I'm not too affected by it since it's simply a matter of waiting for it to come." I said some suspicious words, which made her look at me weirdly, like she didn't know what I was talking about.

But as slow as she was on picking up on my vulgar words, she still realised what I was trying to say, which made her face slowly turn red as a cherry, and I could almost see her steaming on the top of her head like a hot bun.

"W-What do you mean by that, Kafi?" She asked even though it was obvious she already knew what I was talking about. "What do you mean that it's simply a matter of waiting for you to be able to d-drink my breast milk?"

Since she didn't want to accept and acknowledge what I said, I also acted ignorant of my own words and threw my hands into the air and said,

"Who knows? I just said something on a whim, so don't take it too seriously."

She looked like she wanted to kick me in the shin for mocking her and looking so careless at the same time, but stopped herself, knowing that she was the one who started it, and looked away with a harumph.