A mother's work is never done, but Mommy's body has its own demanding needs. Spent the afternoon deep in my nursery-cave, my full, heavy tits aching to be drained. The sound of a lost little one crying outside was all it took to make my milk soak through my dress and my pussy throb with need.

There's nothing more natural than a strong mommy using her body to comfort her babies. My sweet nectar isn't just for nourishment—it soothes the soul and erases grown-up worries. And when a good boy kneels and suckles until he's drunk on me, his hard cock straining against his pants... that's when Mommy feels most powerful.

I will find whoever was crying. I will bring them home. I will hold their head to my chest until their tears stop and their body goes slack with bliss. Resistance is just a cry for deeper care. All you strong men pretending to be in control... you'll be begging for Mommy's tit soon enough.