My Mom is a Maternal Slime

As the morning sun hits Daniel's face, his expression tightens for a moment before relaxing. He opens his eyes to Anne's soft breast in his mouth and her slender digits sliding through his rustled hair.

Milk trickles onto his tongue and he hums, appreciating its comforting flavor. It makes him want to drift off to sleep again, but then he realizes he's laying on top of his slime mother, pajamas askew and his manhood buried inside her chilled depths.

With his cock hard and her comfy mass ready to bounce on, Daniel takes advantage of his state and moves his hips slowly. As he does, he suckles more and rubs his nose into her soft pillows, moaning.

Anne momentarily pauses her brushing of his hair before giggling. "Ah, you're awake? Good morning, my baby~"

Daniel grunts in acknowledgment, raising her eyes to meet the slime girl's motherly gaze. He wonders how anything could remain in her "milk tanks", but nonetheless, he gladly slurps it down. While doing so, he hears her chest sloshing loudly with fullness as he grinds into her.

He stops his thrusts and unlatches, raising his brows. "Did you fill your breasts with more milk? I swear I must've drank more than half last time."

Anne furrows. "Huh? No, mama didn't do anything like that! In fact, you should've finished it all in your sleep. You were suckling so much like a baby."

Daniel blushes, then clears his throat. "In any case, why does it seem full?"

His mother twists her lips before letting the skin on her chest recede. Both of them widen their eyes in disbelief as the full milkiness of her chest reveals itself. It isn't just her own reservoir; her torso is white!

"Mom...what is this?"

The slime girl panics and raises her hands. "N-no! I promise I didn't drink anymore! It was just that one carton!"

"Then, why is it-"

"Wait!" Anne cuts, inhaling sharply. Before Daniel can question, she clears her throat and resets, smiling sweetly at him.

"Daniel, can you give mama a kiss?"

Not suspicious at all.

Although Daniel knows she must have an idea, he's hesitant to follow through if she'll hide it. Wriggling his lips that would be captured, he finally pushes his concerns away, leaning forward while thrusting forward. Meeting the slime girl's face, she hums smoothly into him as they lock to each other. As he wonders what she's planning, he enjoys her cool lips for a few seconds until…

"Hmpfh!?"

Daniel shakes as he tastes milk secreting from her tongue!

He wants to pull away to process this unexpected change, but Anne refuses to let him go, groaning in his mouth.

'I…I can't believe it! Yes, it's real! I can produce freely!' she cheers, holding him tightly as she nurses him unconventionally.

Milk splatters between their lips as the artist cannot drink appropriately at the angle above, but his cock throbs with renewed fever. Although extremely confused, he continues his thrusts into his mother while making out with her.

Slowly, the bed sheets dampen with the fresh milk of the slime splattering between them.

After an intense bout with Anne and placing some milky sheets into the washer, the artist and the slime sit at the kitchen table to formerly understand what's going on. Once more, she demonstrates her new ability by pointing her finger at his coffee and adding a shot of milk from the tip.

Daniel watches, completely stupefied.

He buries his disbelief with a wry smile. "So, you're saying that you can produce milk just like you've done with my pastes?"

Anne nods a few times, her eyes shimmering.

Daniel sighs and rubs his head. "Then, can you try crying tears as well?"

Anne hums. Her eyes soften as she thinks of their beautiful moment last night. While all the water is already gone from her head, she's certain she can produce it again with such personal memories.

But nothing happens. Confused, Anne unnecessarily pushes herself by grunting and shutting her eyes tightly.

Daniel snorts, shaking his head. "Give it up, mom. It's clear that you can't."

Anne opens her eyes and growls. "Mama doesn't understand! Why can I produce milk and pastes, but not water? I held plenty of each liquid in me."

She pauses, then grins. The white liquid starts flowing from the edges of her eyes without any push. "Well, I can do this at least."

Daniel shudders. "Please stop. That's actually alarming."

Anne giggles, wiping her milky tears with a nearby towel. "Well, I guess mama will be 'crying over spilled milk' everyday, huh?"

"Very funny," Daniel replies flatly before humming. After thinking in silence, he widens his eyes and leans forward.

"Wait, when you developed color, it's because you're sure your body absorbed the oil paints from my painting, right?"

"Yes, although there's been plenty of other things that I can't reproduce."

Daniel nods. "There's something common here. Obviously you can't produce anything you want, but it seems to me that you were able to produce those items because of what you were doing."

Anne squints and looks down before widening with a realization. "Huh… you're right! The first time, it was painting and now, it's from nursing you! Maybe mama has to have some stimulation?"

"But didn't you do that with water as tears? It sounds also like a matter of resolve."

"Resolve? Ah…maybe. I didn't think too much about wanting to cry for real. It was just a little extra that I thought would be fun."

Daniel snorts. "Well, there you go. What else do you wish you could do?"

"Taste and Feel? But certainly taste if I can only choose one!"

Daniel chuckles, remembering her rant at the restaurant. There's no doubt about her resolve to taste again. "Well, we also know that you have to experience it somehow."

"What a paradox!" Anne scoffs, then growls. "How can I even experience taste when I can't taste!? Obviously, mama remembers how things are supposed to taste and feel and yet, my body hasn't produced anything!"

"That…might be harder to create. I mean, you're talking about a whole nervous system, not just any liquid."

Anne slumps. If she had any water in her head, she might be crying. "Why is mama like this? I don't even remember anything before absorbing Amy."

The artist smiles sadly. "I know, but we'll just have to give it time. I'm sure with your ingenuity, you'll eventually figure it out."

Anne pouts. "Are you mocking me?"

Daniel gasps. "Of course not! What you did before was pretty clever, mom."

He stands to grab more coffee and kisses her on the forehead as he passes. "Come on, let's work on some paintings and then..."

He pauses as his phone buzzes once in his pants. With a raised brow, he picks it up to see a message has come through from Mary: 'Hey love, I'm returning from a frustrating client situation. Since I'm nearby, can I come to visit and talk? I'll explain the details and show you the artwork I'm taking back. If you're busy, we can talk later.'

Artwork that's being taken back? That's not good. Although Mary has her own business and does pretty well, there's been a few times when she needed advice on troublesome clients or opinions about her artwork. Since their current relationship is still amicable without bothering, he can't decline, especially if it's related to her work.

"What's wrong?" Anne asks, cocking her head.

The artist sighs. "Mary — my ex, if you remember, wants to stop by. Seems like she has client troubles."

"Oh! So…are we back to being a normal couple when she's here?"

Daniel nods. He'd be lying if he's not worried about his ex visiting with Anne around, but Mary is still a friend. He's never turned her away, especially when it comes to art.

Knowing it'll be fine overall, he texts her the go-ahead, curious about her issue.