Author's Note

[Explicit] [Incest] [Breastfeeding]
Characters: [Button Mash] [Love Tap/Milano]
By Flutterpony

[NSFW] Milk by Flutterpony

“M-mmh,” Button attempted with a full mouth and flushed face to get the exhausted mare’s attention.

Love Tap panted for several seconds before sighing. “Alright, sweetie. Give it to me.” She let her jaw hang open a little and her lips pucker to receive his.

Button arrived with the payload. Pressing his lips to those of his mother, he let all the cum that he could manage to save from his work between her back legs slide easily from his mouth to hers, and, careful to avoid choking while gravity threatened to let the fluid trickle down the wrong pipe, she swallowed. “Hhmh.” Within the little colt’s mouth, she let her tongue roam for leftovers, playing with his small warm muscle and running across the insides of his cheeks and across his coated teeth. When she’d gathered as much of her own salty, mildly tangy juice from him as she could, she broke the kiss tenderly and swallowed once more. “Good boy. Your turn now.”

Button laid back with a wide grin while his mother rose to stand over him, her teats at his mouth and her mouth and front hooves on either side of his hips, sixty-nine. Hungrily, the eight-year-old latched on to suckle.

Love Tap’s bottle and heart cutie mark certainly might have helped, but, even without that, over the years, the two couldn’t imagine ever wanting to wean entirely. It was bonding and closeness and peaceful reassurance that they loved each other. It always felt so good to her, and his young eyes had always wandered to beneath his mother’s tail where the warm scent of her arousal would come comfortingly. Sometimes, a drop of some of her moisture would collect. It was all too familiar, and, as they’d begun their sexual relationship, it came as naturally to both as learning to trot or reading a bedtime story.

When she’d begun to ask him to use his mouth to pleasure her, at first, her nethers had tasted strange--not terrible, but certainly not good. That first time, he had fed before servicing her, and, in true Button style, he vocally complained that the good taste of the milk was all gone afterward. Her milk, Button knew, tasted different depending on what they’d eaten together and on his mother’s cycle. The solution, Love Tap had decided, had been to include cum in her diet, to give him milk that, ever so slightly, held the musty aroma of vaginal secretions, fed from his mouth to hers, plus the alkaline musk of his father’s semen, nightly ingested. Whether Button cleaned up his dad’s sloppy seconds or not, this way, the sweet creaminess from her teats became easily associated with all the flavors of their sex.

Button couldn’t produce his own cum yet, of course, but, as he suckled on his mother and she stroked and bobbed her head over his little shaft, she looked forward to milking him some day too.