"I think that should be about enough. Don't you think so as well, mom?" I said as I emptied the flask onto the massive depression on top of my mother's cleavage and let a pool of milk sit on top of her chest.
It almost looked like there was a lake of milk that was surrounded by brown hills on all sides. And with how my mother was breathing in and out, the lake constantly had some ripples travelling through it, which made it seem more realistic and alluring.
The most surprising part was that I was able to empty an entire bottle full of milk on top of her chest. Not to mention that she only has a few drops of milk drivelled down the sides every once in a while, running into her perky nipples and painting them a shade of white.
But I guess it makes sense when you take into account that the pool was resting on top of my mother's breasts, which were so large that they could most definitely suffocate a person.
