Their Breastfeeding Boy

Good Morning

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath.

I tried waking up earlier. I swear I did. But as usual, by nine in the morning, both Mary and Beth are fully dressed, making breakfast, and preparing for their busy day. Mary works in marketing, while Beth works at a law firm.

Despite setting my alarm for fucking seven in the morning, I still managed to wake up two and a half hours later.

As if it weren't embarrassing enough to crash at their place without a single cent to my name.

It didn't help that I was still not dressed for work either.

I glance at the clock. Thirty minutes until ten.

Slowly, I began to retreat.

"Oh, Michael!"

I stifle a groan as Mary approaches, holding a bag of food. Beth looks up and gives me a warm smile, one I've come to realize is reserved for a select few.

"Good morning, Mary. Good morning, Beth."

"Michael, I've made you some breakfast and lunch for you to take to work. Oh, sweetie, you've been looking so pale and thin lately." Mary cups my cheek with her soft, warm hand, and I resist the urge to sigh in contentment.

"Honey, do you need help fixing your hair?" I hadn't noticed Beth move until I felt her hands softly caressing my scalp and very disheveled hair.

Fuck.

Sweetie, honey. Their words make me feel... vulnerable. I feel small compared to them, despite the fact that they're only ten years older than I am. Though by my lack of studies, employment, or anything else in life, it's safe to assume they feel decades older than me, with their lives all put together at the ages of thirty-three and thirty-four.

"I-uh. No," I clear my throat. "I'll fix it right now. Thank you for the food."

Beth's hand slowly leaves my head, and she walks next to Mary.

Don't look down. Don't look down. A constant reminder I have to tell myself every single day since my stay here for over a month now.

"Alright, sweetie, if you need anything at all, do not hesitate to call us, okay? Anything you need, we're here for you," Mary says.

I nod, unable to help myself from sneaking a glance below.

Fuck.

Don't get hard. Don't get hard.

I think of the most disgusting thing I've ever seen to stop the erection forming in my boxers due to the size of Mary and Beth's tits.

All fucking natural and heavy, their breasts are the largest I've seen in my fucking life, and it's torture ever being around them when all I want to do is reach, squeeze, and bury my head in them.

"Thank you" is all I'm able to breathe out.

"Alright, you have a good day at work, honey," Beth says as she leans in for a hug.

Fuck.

A groan threatens to leave my lips when I feel her soft breasts against my body.

Beth pulls away, and Mary leans in to hug me as well.

Fuck. They both smell so good.

I bite my tongue when Mary's tits rub against my chest as she pulls away as well.

I could see a small amount of cleavage above her button-up blouse, and now it's impossible to hide my fucking boner.

Fortunately, Mary and Beth didn't seem to notice as they grabbed their bags, kissed each other, and went out the door in separate ways.

Once the door was closed, I let out a groan I was holding and rushed to the restroom.

It doesn't take me long to cum.

I stroke myself for less than two minutes. I think about the Saturday when I happened to wake up early and found them having breakfast in the kitchen with their silk nightgowns on. They didn't see me stop by the door frame, unable to look away from their perky nipples poking through the fabric. Just the memory of their tits against my chest was enough to make me spurt out a shitload of cum.

Fuck.

I need to get laid.