He approached the Jerall View Inn, where he was told he would meet his direct superior for this assignment.  They didn't tell him much else, at his own request - he wanted to display adaptability and not imply any sort of favoritism based on reputation.  He was greeted by the harsh singing of the establishment's hired entertainment.  He made his way downstairs with haste, not wishing to subject his ears to any more of that man's torture.

 

He found the room almost immediately and gave it a curt knock.

 

"Come in," he heard a voice reply.  He paused.  It sounded familiar somehow.  He pushed the doors open took a commanding step inside.  "Lieutenant Justiciar Anconar, reporting for-"  His words left him mid-sentence as his eyes took in a sight he'd never in his life imagined.

 

 

"Mother!?" he exclaimed.

 

"Oh, dear," the woman who greeted him sighed.  "When they told me a young man straight from the academy was coming, I can't say I expected... you."

 

"I... I can see that," Anconar stammered.

 

 

"In any event," she said, "it's always good to see my boy.  How have you been?  The road treated you well, I hope."

 

"I'm, uh..." Anconar stumbled as he spoke.  Elaanya, his mother, had always been reserved and modest around him.  He'd never so much as caught a glimpse of her in her smallclothes, let alone dressed in a highly irregular uniform held on by a single belt at her waist that still managed to hold up her golden breasts like idols to be worshiped.  The sight had an unexpected effect on him.  "I'm fine.  The trip was, um... mostly quiet."

 

"Good," Elaanya replied with a smile.  "But now we have business to attend to.  This is your first deployment in some time, so you must submit to a physical.  Strip down."

 

 

"Do I... have to?" Anconar asked.

 

"Don't make me pull rank, honey," Elaanya replied.  "Close the doors and take off your clothes."  Anconar closed the doors behind him, but as he started to unbuckle his belts and straps, his hands began to fail.  Elaanya frowned.  "Is something the matter?" she asked.  He avoided eye contact as much as he could, but when he did glance at her, she caught his eyes wandering.  She smirked.

 

 

"I saw that..." she said.  "It's me, isn't it?"  She held an arm under her bust to further accentuate it, causing Anconar to visibly avert his gaze again.  Her smirk changed into a full, wicked smile.  "Oh, my sweet boy... mommy's breasts have you all bothered, don't they?  That won't do at all..."  She paced back and forth, arms folded under her chest in an obvious attempt to play up her assets.  "How about this.  I'll take some of my clothes off first, so you can feel more comfortable, and maybe sate that obvious curiosity I see in your face.  Deal?"

 

 

She didn't wait for an answer, unbuckling the belt at her waist in one smooth motion and casting the garment aside even as the words "Mother, wait!" left her son's lips.  Anconar recoiled at the sight before him.  They were, without exception, the best pair of breasts he'd ever laid eyes on.  Not that he'd seen more than a handful.  And his mother's were... well more than a handful.

 

"Well?" she asked, staring at him expectantly.  "It's your turn, honey.  Get those clothes off for mommy."

 

Anconar, transfixed by Elaanya's chest, began to slowly disrobe.  It was a long process, but soon enough he stood naked before his mother, nervously wringing his hands in front of him as she looked him over.

 

 

"My, my..." she said under her breath as she saw Anconar's erect cock spring free.  "You really are happy to see me."  She spun around and cocked a hip to the side, giving Anconar a view of her thong-clad ass.  "This sort of distraction won't do at all.  We'll have to work it out."

 

"W-what do you mean?" Anconar asked.

 

Elaanya looked around the room.  Her eyes land on a potential solution, sitting idly on a place on the dresser, oblivious to the lewd fate that was about to befall it.

 

 

She pointed at a sugary confection.  "I want you to deal with that erection of yours... using that.  Understood?"

 

Anconar glanced at it, confused.  "What?  How?"

 

"It's got a hole," Elaanya said, "just put your dick in it!  That's what they're designed for, after all!"  Anconar opened his mouth to protest, but Elaanya hushed him.  "I am your direct superior, and I am ordering you to deal with your distracted emotional state... with a sweetroll.  I expect compliance."

 

Anconar sighed and grabbed the sweetroll.  It was still warm.  Carefully, he slipped his cock into the center of the moist, spongy confection.  Elaanya knelt in front of him and watched intently as he pumped his member with the treat.  She found it... exciting.

 

 

"Atta boy..." she said.  Anconar licked some of the icing off his finger, not really knowing what else to do with his hands.  "Does it feel good?" Elaanya asked, not really expecting an answer.  "That must be an unusual sensation...  Exotic.  Exciting.  Go on, do it faster..."

 

 

"Look at you go...!" she said with a grin.  "My naughty boy, fucking a sweetroll right in front of me."  She looked up at him and pointed at her lips.  "Are you imagining mommy's mouth?  Or maybe cumming on mommy's face?  Perhaps icing my breasts just like that sweetroll?  That would be so very wrong, wouldn't it?"  Anconar groaned and avoided eye contact, but she could see in his face he was enjoying this, somewhere deep down.  "You can tell me, honey," she said.  "Tell mommy where you want to cum..."

 

"Mother, please, I..." Anconar stammered, conflict in his voice.  This was perhaps the most morally repugnant thing he'd even done... so why was he enjoying it so much?  The idea of having his choice of where to unload his cum, onto his mother, was the single most erotic idea he'd ever been presented with.  He spent time, pumping his cock with a confection, legitimately putting thought into where to shoot his load.  Not the face or mouth, he'd seen those all his life.  No, the only answer was right in front of him, sagging with the perfect touch of gravity, peaked by dark gold tips.

 

"Tits!" he moaned.  "I want to cum on your tits!"

 

 

"Do it, then!" she exclaimed, leveling her chest right in front of her son's cock.  "Blow your load all over mommy's tits!  Show me just how frustrated you are in liquid volume!"

 

 

With a guttural sound, he unloaded ropey strings of hot cum directly onto Elaanya's sternum.  The thick fluid splashed onto her chest and began to slowly drip down in thick globs.

 

 

Fresh off an orgasm, Anconar stood horrified for a moment at what had just transpired.  Elaanya rose up to meet him, holding up her cum-covered breasts.  She looked down at them lovingly and chuckled softly before gazing back at her son, a wicked gleam in her eyes.  "Oh, relax.  This isn't the first time you've made a mess all over me.  Why, when you were a month old you..." she said, but let the thought drop.  "Take a moment to appreciate your handiwork, honey.  Then I think I'll get cleaned up."

 

He did just that.  He let the image burn into his memory, despite his post-orgasm crash telling him it was wrong.  He wanted to remember.

 

 

Elaanya smiled and slipped away to clean herself up.  As she finished, she spun back around to her son and played a bit with her breasts, squeezing and dropping them.  "It's safe to assume you like them, then," she said with a smile.  "Does this side of me surprise you?  Before you came along, I was quite the minx..." she trailed off.  "I'm sure you don't want to hear the details," she continued, all the while playing with her breasts, teasing her nipples, and watching her son's face as she did.  She hadn't been this entertained in ages.  "I'm just glad I can be myself around you now.  It was so hard, giving up my old life to raise you.  But I'm glad I did."

 

"I... I am too, mother, but..." Anconar said with some difficulty, "...but this is... a lot to take in.  What we just did..."

 

"Nonsense," she said sternly.  "We didn't do anything.  I never once touched you.  I was just being a supportive parent, and just happened to be in the way when you finished!  Besides..."

 

 

She gazed down at his returned erection.  "...I think your cock has decided he's quite okay with all of this, don't you think?"

 

"I... yes, but..." Anconar stammered.

 

Elaanya knelt down in front of him again.  "It seems simple manual stimulation isn't enough to tame this beast, is it?" she said.

 

 

She leaned in dangerously close to the tip of his uncut cock.  "Perhaps mommy should touch you?" she said, still playing with a breast.  Her hot breath washed over his cock with every work, causing it to visibly twitch.  "Yes, I think that's what you need.  A mother's touch.  A kiss to make it all better..."  She planted a quick, soft kiss on the tip of Anconar's cock, pulling away with a strand of precum drawing out between them.  "I expected some boy toy to walk through that door, but what I got..." her tongue darted out and gave his head a firm lick, "... is so much better...!"  Anconar could only stand speechless.  "It's okay, honey," she said, wrapping a gloved hand around the base of his cock.  "I like it when they stay quiet.  Just relax and let mommy have her fun, and I promise you'll have fun, too..."

 

 

Anconar gasped, his breath quivering as his mother's hot lips engulfed his cock.  He felt her tongue snake its way around his sensitive head, causing lightning to shoot through his gut.  She pumped and bobbed with expert technique, tongue dancing in perfect sync.  It was the best he'd ever had, bar none, and it still astounded him to think, it was his mother giving it to him.  The whole thing seemed like a dream, but the euphoric heat around his shaft was so very real.

 

 

She pulled her hand away and gazed up at him, their eyes meeting and locking for the first time this whole day.  They just stared at each other, a haze of pure eroticism clouding both their heads.  Elaanya slobbered and sucked on her son's cock hands-free, taking her time and worshiping every inch with her throat, slurping on him like it was all she'd ever wanted in life, like this was the missing piece that made her existence complete.  Her breasts jiggled and swayed invitingly just beyond this sight.  Anconar himself was beginning to feel the same sort of bliss his mother was clearly experiencing.  He wanted this moment to last forever.

 

 

But nothing ever does.  He almost didn't even notice, so lost in this novel experience, but his balls were at their limit.  "M-mother...!" he stammered, grabbing the back of her head.  She made a slight sound of protest, but stopped when the cum began to fill her mouth.  He could feel this one was bigger than the last, and he could feel his mother's muscles pulse around his cock as she diligently swallowed every last drop.

 

 

She finally pulled away as his balls ran out of juice.  She roughly squeezed a breast and licked her lips.  "Delicious..." she sighed under her breath.  "Goodness, honey, that was practically a meal in and of itself... and all for me... oh honey, thank you for that!"

 

She stood and gave her son a tight hug that, despite the two having just engaged incestuous sexual activity and despite her naked breasts pressing into his chest, was astoundingly motherly above all else.  "No, thank you.  That was... that was the most... amazing..." Anconar said, unable to form a sentence.

 

She rubbed his arm.  "Yes it was.  But we've delayed too long.  You've passed your examination, now get dressed.  We have to meet our commanding officer soon."

 

The two began to get dressed.  "Mother?" Anconar began.  Elaanya gave him an affirming sound, and he continued, "Could you...  I'd like to see..." he stammered.   He cleared his throat and shook himself to his senses, continuing, "Could you wear something showy for me?"

 

"Of course, honey," she said with a laugh.

 

"And... can you-" he started, but she cut him off.

 

"If you ask nicely, and if I'm in the mood," she said.  "I'm your mother and your superior.  My throat isn't your personal cocksleeve."  She finished dressing, wearing an otherwise regulation robe splint nonsensically wide down the front, barely holding her breasts in.  Anconar saw this and began grinning like an idiot. Elaanya leaned in and kissed him on the forehead.  "Now, straighten your mantle and get those buckles cinched up.  We've got a briefing to attend.  And maybe we'll grab a bite to eat back here afterwards.  Mommy's already getting hungry again..." she said with a wink.