While her husband was away at work, Cindy took off her shirt and prepared to nurse her child. As she unclasped her bra, pounds of titflesh broke free from their confines and hung heavily from her chest. Her breasts, abnormally large even before her pregnancy, had attracted many mates and earned her many unwanted pregnancies. She had aborted them all with no regrets. But when she first brought her child to her nipple to feed, she wished she had brought all those babies to life so that she could spend year after year letting her sons and daughters drain her filling boobs.

Nothing made her hornier than feeling that little face pressed against her boobs, the tiny mouth sucking her nipple. Sometimes she would finger herself to an orgasm. Other times, when she was in public or if other people were around, she would slowly and carefully hump the couch. The friction between her clit and the rough material of her panties would bring her close to her climax.

"Lunch time, baby," she cooed as she brought her son to her heaving chest. Her vision blurred as she once again began the pleasurable process of breast feeding. She always felt tension in her tits as her son sucked on them, as if they were nearing an orgasm of their own. But she didn't know how to finish that climax off. She wanted nothing more than to feel her breasts explode with pleasure the way her cunt did.

On an impulse, Cindy did something that she had never had the courage to do before. She pressed her son's face deeper into the cushion of her giant boob. The result was incredible. It was as if bursts of pure pleasure shot from her son's drinking mouth and through her entire broad chest, registering right down to her cunt. Cindy arched her back and cried out as, all fear gone, she pressed her child's face dangerously deep into her chest. It was a mind-blowing revelation. THIS was how to get the boob orgasm she had been desperately seeking! She wanted that incredible pleasure and she was going to get it, even if it meant her own son's life.

Her child screamed into her boob as he began to suffocate. She continued humping her deadly chest against her son's helpless face, covering his nose and mouth in her bountiful bosom. Her cunt shot through wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure, leaving a huge wet stain on Cindy's seat and the carpet beneath. Streams of milk shot from both breasts, threatening to drown her little boy.

"That's right, you little fucker!" Cindy shouted over her son's muffled cries. Her breasts jiggled with her quickening breaths as she approached her climax. "Die die diediediedieDIE! Die to make your mother CUUUUUUUUMMMM!!!!"

Cindy tossed her son's lifeless corpse to the ground and seized her milk-filled jugs, squeezing and kneading them violently. She screamed in pleasure as her breasts emptied their milky load, spilling it all over herself.

After her long overdue orgasm, Cindy slumped on the floor. She stared at her child's dead body, knowing it had all been worth it.

Still in her post orgasmic high, she barely heard the door open as her husband returned. He gasped at the scene in his living room. His son lay dead on the floor while his grinning wife lay beside him, shirtless and covered in her own milk. "C'mon, honey," Cindy said. "You gotta knock me up."

"Why? So you can kill another one of our babies?"

Cindy's voice grew stern as she sat up. Rivers of milk ran off her breasts. Even in his anger, Cindy's husband felt his member pressing against the inside of his pants, trying desperately to escape.