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."

She leaned down, bringing her heavy left breast close to my face. I opened my mouth and latched onto her swollen nipple. It felt warm and soft. I began to suckle, savoring the flow of sweet milk filling my mouth.

"Okay, now answer it," I commanded, my voice muffled against her skin. "Put it on speaker. And don't you dare let her suspect a thing."

Delilah took a sharp, composing breath before accepting the call.

"Hello, Charlotte?" Her voice was a little rough, but under control.

"Del! Finally! I've been trying to reach you." Charlotte's voice was bright and energetic. "How are you? After that battle the other day, are you okay?"

I sucked harder, making Delilah gasp. Her hand on my cock stuttered before resuming.

"I-I'm... I'm fine," she answered, struggling to suppress a moan. "Just... needed some time to recover."

"And your leave? Are you enjoying it?"

Delilah's eyes fluttered down to me, contentedly nursing at her breast. "I-I... am. I'm... enjoying it very much." This time, a weak moan escaped as I gently bit her nipple.

"Your voice sounds strange, Del. You sound odd," Charlotte said, concern creeping into her tone.

"I-It's nothing," Delilah replied, straining to soften her voice. "Just... a little tired."

Charlotte was silent for a moment. "I notice your voice is softer. More... feminine. Is it because you finally have time to relax?"

"Maybe... yes," Delilah nodded, a useless gesture over the phone. "I feel more... me."

"That's good!" Charlotte chimed cheerfully. "Oh, by the way, have you... have you been able to get closer to your children? You've always been so busy with work. Gwen and Angel must be thrilled to finally have their mother home."

I smiled against her breast and squeezed the other, coaxing a trickle of milk that ran down my neck.

"Yes..." Delilah's voice trembled as her hand sped up. "We've... we've gotten very close. It's all... because of Adam."

"Adam?" Charlotte repeated, shock evident. "You mean... Adam? The one who used to..."

"Yes, Adam," Delilah confirmed, her breath hitching. "He... he's the one who brought us together. Made us... a real family."

She let out a long moan as I sucked strongly, trying to pass it off as a happy sigh.

"He's changed everything, Charlotte," Delilah continued, her voice a strange mix of satisfaction and despair. "He's shown us... the meaning of family... of... true love."

A long silence stretched from Charlotte's end. I could picture her confused, worried face.

"Del... I... I don't know what to say," Charlotte finally said, her voice cautious. "I'm happy to hear that good news, but... this is so sudden. You used to hate him so much, you wouldn't even hear his name mentioned. What... what happened?"

I whispered against Delilah's skin, "Tell her I've changed."

"He... has changed, Charlotte," Delilah parroted. "He's not the boy he used to be. He's become more caring. He... takes care of all of us."

Charlotte's voice still held doubt. "If... if you say so, Del. I trust your judgment. I'm... I'm happy for you. Truly."

As they talked, I lost myself in the pleasure. My face was buried in her soft, heavy breasts, her sweet milk overflowing. I suckled greedily while my hand kneaded her other breast, making the milk flow freely. All the while, Delilah's perfect hands never stopped working my cock—the right pressure, the varied speed, the occasional twist that made me bite my lip.

"Ahh...!" Delilah couldn't suppress a short cry as I bit her nipple a little harder.

"Del? Are you okay?" Charlotte's worry was now palpable.

"Yes... perfectly fine," Delilah said, fighting to steady her voice. "Just a bit sleepy."

I smirked and tightened my suction, my eyes challenging her. She averted her gaze, cheeks flushing.

"O-oh, alright," Charlotte said, skepticism lingering. "Del, I'm sorry to bother you, but... could you possibly return early? There's a backlog, and a new monster horde on the eastern border. I need your strength."

I shook my head, my gaze fixed on Delilah. I wasn't done with her yet.

"Actually... I suggested your leave, but this is an emergency..." Charlotte pleaded.

"Charlotte," Delilah said, trying for normalcy. "I... I need to talk to Adam about this."

"Adam?!" The bewilderment was back.

I hissed my displeasure. She had slipped up; Charlotte was definitely suspicious now. Or maybe she had been suspicious from the start because of Delilah's strange answer. I squeezed her breast hard, making her yelp.

"Just say you need time," I whispered. "Tell her you want to be with your family."

"What I mean," Delilah said quickly, "is that I... we all... just want more time together. My leave isn't over. I still want to... strengthen our bond."

Charlotte let out a long sigh. "Alright, Del. I won't force you. But please, don't disappear for so long, okay? My workload has doubled."

"I... I promise I'll... contact you later," Delilah panted, her breath growing ragged. "Right now... I have to go."

"Okay, Del. Take care. Give my love to Gwen and Angel."

"I... will. Goodbye."

The moment the call disconnected, she slumped with a sigh of relief.

"Good Mom," I praised, my mouth still attached. "You did well."

But I was at my limit. The heat gathered at the base of my spine, ready to erupt. Delilah sensed it, her ingrained slave instinct taking over. She sped up, stroking with renewed vigor.

"I'm... almost there!" I groaned.

She said nothing, her eyes fixed on my pulsating cock, diligently working me toward my peak.

And finally, with a long groan from me and one last strong suck on her nipple, I climaxed.

"Fuck!"

Thick, white semen shot out, splattering across her hand and stomach, adding to the mess. She kept stroking, milking the last drops, then obediently brought her soiled hand to her mouth and began to clean it with her tongue, eyes closed.

I watched, satisfied. My mother, the mighty Star Witch, obediently drinking my seed. A scene from my darkest fantasies, now made real.

"You truly are the perfect slut of a mother," I murmured. "The very best."

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Charlotte put her phone down, a knot of unease tightening in her stomach. The conversation played back in her mind—the breathy voice, the stifled moans, the forced, unnatural speech. And Adam. Delilah would never, ever speak of Adam that way. Not after everything.

"Something is wrong," she muttered, pushing back from her desk to pace the length of her office. The change was too drastic, too sudden.

She stopped, her decision made. She would pay Delilah a visit. She had to see for herself what was really going on.

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