“Mom?” I asked. “Will you give me more milk when it comes?”
“You can have all my milk, honey. Let’s just have a little nap first so we can recharge.”
Her tits were so warm and doughy that I practically got lost in them, giving way to sleep, and I had never felt so at home there, between the breasts that gave me the nutrients to live in the first place.
“And baby?” My mom said.
“Yeah,” I whispered, half-asleep.
“Do you promise to always give me your milk, too?”
“Promise,” I said.
“Good boy.”
We fell asleep with a deal in place that I hoped would last a lifetime.
