stevebasiclovestheworld:riseofwives:“What happened to us?” she asked, the kindness n
stevebasiclovestheworld: riseofwives: “What happened to us?” she asked, the kindness now gone from her voice, “I got the implants, knowing that was what you wanted, even though I was so big already; I started on the pills, those milk pills, so you could nurse; I put on weight….all for you. All because you wanted me like this. All because you wanted…what? A mother? A big, fat, cow of a mommy to hold you in her arms like an infant? Because that’s what I have now…an infant. I don’t have a husband anymore, I have a little, weak, mewling, needy infant. A little infant of a husband, a baby who doesn’t want anything but to curl up in mommy’s arms and suckle and nuzzle and feed, while she jerks him off over, and over, and over. You can’t do anything for yourself anymore. You’re weak. Pathetic. Helpless. That’s what I have for a husband - a weak, pathetic, helpless baby. My meek struggles to protest were stifled as she advanced, at once pressing her big breasts together and snickering at my all-too-predictable reaction as her awesome cleavage burgeoned lewdly towards me. “And what did you get?” she continued, “You got just what you always wanted. You got mommy. Mommy to hold you. Mommy to feed you. Mommy to keep you warm and safe. Mommy to let you snuggle into her big breasts. Mommy to let you come in her hand, in her mouth, in her hair. Mommy can do it all for you, can’t she..?” At that point she paused, indulgently, allowing me to watch her breathe, inhale and exhale. To stare as her huge chest rose and fell. She knew how I loved that, and how it both calmed and aroused me, focusing me on her. She let me watch her massive breasts swell, and swell, and swell, her voice dropping. “Well, you know what else mommy can do? Mommy can smother you. That’s right, mommy can smother you, maybe the next time you’re at her breast. How would you like that, hm? If next time I had you, nursing - my nipple in your mouth, my soft, warm breast against your face, your cock getting stroked in mommy’s hand - if I just started to press your nose into me? If I held your little head there, and didn’t let you move. If I squashed your face into me, and held on tight. Even when you started to squirm. Even when you started to kick. How would you like that? Hmm? The feeling of my huge, soft breast covering your face, smothering you. Your wife, smothering you? Smothering you, for what you’ve done to your marriage, what you’ve done to her? Smothering you for what you’ve become? A helpless, whining little infant, a parasite…” old skool. -- source link