MILFCake: A Hucow Story

Judy Miller sat in her car rubbing her temples. The world had gone to shit. Or it was shit. Or it was getting shittier. She wasn’t certain, but she wanted a break.

She didn’t expect the break to be getting laid off. Her research group received the fatal “non-essential” designation from the parent funding. By the end of the workday, the axe finished its swing by suspending all of Judy’s work and releasing her from contract with only a glimmer of promise that the research might continue once the world returned to normal. Judy didn’t like to pity herself. People would be worse off than her, of course, but that didn’t make the pinch any less painful. With Peter’s college expenses coming up, even his full ride and her padded bank account looked feeble with no salary. Nor could she expect any help from Peter’s father who, mere moments after Judy’s dismissal, happened to fill Instagram with pictures of himself and his new, young wife “stuck” in a Bahama resort for the duration of the closed borders.

With a long, slow sigh, Judy gathered herself and went inside her home. As she passed in through the garage door, another blow landed on her spirit. The kitchen looked like the aftermath of a trailer park in the wake of a tornado Pots, pans, and dishes had been raked into the sink while various beakers and bottles sat around the counters. In the middle of it all stood her son, Peter, and his friend, Luke. Both of them wore goggles and a pair of rubber gloves as they watched a swirling blue liquid settle in a beaker held by Peter. “Hey mom,” he said with a mischievous grin.

“Judy!” Luke bellowed with the wide grin he always had when he saw her. Despite the horridness of her day, she blushed slightly, ducking her head out of sight to put away her things in the hall closet. While her son had a quirky charm that some lucky girl would one day find appealing, his oldest friend had been blessed by every hand of fate available. At eighteen, Luke was broad shouldered and firm jawed. Clear blue eyes sparkled with an understanding of the world and his luck in it. All of it belied by his fresh, youthful face. Judy didn’t remember exactly when Luke started calling her by her first name instead of “Mrs. Miller”, but she knew it happened after her separation. She’d tried several times to get him to stop. It seemed unseemly for such a young man to call her by her first name, but he never listened.

“What in hell are you two doing to my kitchen?” she asked after composing herself.

Peter lowered the beaker and slowly moved it behind his back. “Cooking?”

Luke pulled off his goggles. “Pete’s been working on this new idea. Synthetic, self-regulating neuroactivators that can bind to —”

“An experiment,” Peter said quickly. “That’s all.”

Judy’s eyes narrowed. For everything Luke got in the looks column, Peter got in the brilliance. Her son was an actual genius, fully capable of all sorts of weird science nonsense. She had no doubt he could go on to change the world for the better, so long as his genius was tempered by understanding. Otherwise, she worried what he might do and how much her failed marriage might affect his choices. “Peter, are you making drugs again?”

He laughed. “No, I know how to do that.”

“Then why are you doing whatever it is you’re doing in my kitchen.”

Luke answered, “Mr. Kellogg got found out. Principal Spears got wise he was letting us use the chem-lab with the school shut down. Apparently the administration worried we’d blow up the building without constant supervision, which is apparently a bigger deal if the building is empty. We’ve almost nuked the whole place loads of times while school was in session.”

Peter nudged his friend again. “I think it was more about us wasting school resources.”

“Oh right,” Luke said. “So we stole a bunch of stuff.”

Judy sighed again. She knew she should get to the bottom of what the two of them were making, but it had been a long day. It also didn’t help that with her doctorate and twenty years of research science work behind her, she was the least intelligent person in the room by a mile. The only way she kept pace was through her life experience, which, at the moment, was weighing her down. “Ok, fine. Clean up. Don’t melt the counter. And don’t concoct something that will off-gas and kill us in our sleep. I’ve had a terrible day. Peter, I need to talk to you about something later.”

“Sure thing,” he said. “I, uh, might pop out for a minute.”

“You know you’re not really supposed to be going to visit people,” she chided as she slipped off her heels. “Luke, are you staying for supper?”

“Oh, don’t worry about us, Judy,” he said. “In fact, maybe we could whip up something for you? We’re getting pretty good at baking cakes.”

Peter punched his friend in the arm, but Luke barely noticed, a wide smirk on his face. “We’ll grab something for ourselves, mom.”

Judy shook her head and headed to her bedroom.

With the door closed behind her, she slumped back against it. No use lingering on being defeated, Judy. World keeps moving no matter what. Maybe your son can give you a job after he wins a Nobel. She grinned at her own thought. Whatever she did in her career, she’d done more for the world of science by giving birth to Peter Miller. Even if he is a mad scientist in the meantime. Somewhat more cheerful, she moved into her bathroom, turned on the shower, and undressed.

When her husband left her, Judy considered trying to find someone to date. Middle aged women with high school age sons and demanding careers didn’t appeal to many men, though, even on the dating websites. She’d gone out for coffee with one of the research associates, but they spent the entire night talking about work, leading to the date feeling more like a business dinner than a personal connection. Shortly thereafter, she gave up the idea, believing she might have more time to find a partner after Peter left for college. Now, as that moment loomed on the horizon, her career had evaporated, leaving only the worldwide plague as a hindrance to her dating life.

Despite such thoughts, in the long period since her husband stopped loving her, she never stopped appraising her value through the eyes of the opposite sex. Outsiders often thought the research world to be free of sexual politics in the workplace, but it was no different than any other industry. Pretty people simply had an easier time of things. Luke could still eclipse Peter’s genius with nothing more than a simple smile. Judy never used her body to advance her career, but she never forgot it as an asset either, particularly when it came to negotiating assets. Funding groups almost always had one career chair-sitter among them who would snooze during research presentations until Judy took the laser pointer in a slightly low cut top and snug pair of black pants.

Standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, she didn’t mind what she saw. Her breasts weren’t as perky as they’d once been. Wrinkles had begun to encroach around her eyes. Wisps of early gray could be seen lurking underneath her brown hair. She’d kept her figure toned, though, so even while her skin and softness betrayed her, a firm body of healthy muscle remained. She worked hard for it, ending most of her long days with hour long runs. The night she signed divorce papers, she ran ten miles without having a single thought. When she got home, Luke had been sitting on the living room couch watching television. That’s when he called me Judy for the first time, she realized.

She hopped in the shower. The hot water and steam eased some of the tension in her body. She started working up what she would tell Peter about losing her research position. He would have a thousand ideas for her before she finished the thought, but that’s not what she needed from him at the moment. She simply wanted her son to understand and give her time to get back to equilibrium before she shoved herself toward a new goal. With vaccine and therapeutic trials spinning up in labs all over the world, she figured someone would be hiring people with her background, even if not her specialty. Most of running a research lab is keeping up with where the hell everything goes, she thought. And I’m pretty good at staying organized.

Out of the shower, she dried off and spent a while putting on moisturizers. She heard a few noises from the far side of the house before the sound of an engine starting. “Wonder where they’re off to?” she said to herself in the mirror. Unbidden, an image of Luke came into her head, shirtless and sitting on the edge of her bed. It wasn’t the first time she’d had such intrusive thoughts. The young man exuded so much charisma that his existence seemed to compel thoughts of impropriety into the head of anyone who looked at him. She thought of the way he said her name, as if he could see into her head a little bit. It made her shift uncomfortably and wrap her bathroom around herself, as though Luke might indeed wait a few feet around the corner, eyes full of wonder and body tensed with lust.

Judy ran icy water over her hands and brought them to her neck. The thoughts dissipated, and the dread of her existence returned. Frowning, she moved into the bedroom, dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt from a high school fund raiser before heading to the kitchen for a glass of wine. The boys had indeed gone, but managed to mostly clean the kitchen before they left. Several pans dried on the counter while a few others sat soaking in the sink. The room didn’t smell like chemicals, either, but of burnt sugar. Judy checked the stove and microwave, fully expecting to find some kind of crystallizing concoction of psychedelic drugs. The only thing out of place was a bowl of whipped frosting in the fridge alongside a single slice of cake. Did they actually make a cake? A few of the pans left out were cake pans, but she didn’t know why they would make an actual cake. Maybe they’re into molecular gastronomy now. That’d be a nice change.

Thoughts of her son flew out of her head as she considered food and wine. She checked the wine fridge before remembering a half bottle remained from the previous night. Reaching into the fridge, she plucked the bottle from behind the bowl of white, whipped topping, and her hand grazed one of the peaks, leaving a small dollop on her knuckles. Without thinking, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked it off. For a single second, her stomach dropped. Years ago, she learned not to eat anything, even sealed foods, found around the house when Peter had been at work with his chemistry. Yet, nothing about the cream tasted odd. It was quite good, actually, if a little too sweet. She poured her wine and set about cooking herself something to eat.

Rummaging around the kitchen led her to pan frying a lightly seasoned chicken breast with lemon and garlic. This led to a few necessary trips into the fridge for different things or to simply browse for something to add to her meager meal. Each time, her eyes lingered on the bowl of frosting. Her mouth watered as she remembered the sweet taste. Judy found a bag of pretzels to snack on, but kept thinking she needed sweet to offset the salt. Halfway through her glass of wine, she stuck a finger in the bowl of frosting and sucked it clean of the white stuff. It tasted even more heavenly than she remembered. It has to be nearly pure sugar. That’s terrible for me. She took four more finger-scoops before her chicken finished cooking.

Settling down with her meal, she tried to choke it down. Everything about it, even the wine, tasted bland and flat. With it half gone, she pushed the plate away, wondering what was wrong with her. Her whole body squirmed and shifted in her seat. Knees bounced up and down while her hand clenched into fists or clapped or snapped. She thought it might be tension trying to work its way out. Judy often got squirmy and restless before going for a long run, but that feeling didn’t come with the other one pulsing through her body.

Her pussy was wet. Not a lot, but enough to be noticeable. More worrisome was that she didn’t know why. The last time she’d been randomly horny had happened even before she got married. It wasn’t even the type of thing she thought actually happened to women after turning twenty-two. Sure, she knew the science of it, but science rarely trumps personal experience, even for scientists. Spontaneously wanting a hard fuck was something that happened to men, not to women, and especially not to Judy. Nevertheless, as her thighs rubbed together, she couldn’t stop the thoughts of having a man between them. Any man would do, really, even her ex-husband.

A second set of cravings competed with the thoughts of sex clouding her mind. She wanted more of the frosting. Sipping her wine left a bitter, acrid taste in her mouth. She tried again and spit the stuff back into her glass, sliding it away from her. Judy bit her lip, eyeing the refrigerator. I’ll have the slice of cake, she decided. Obviously they left it for a reason, maybe it was for me anyway. She almost ran to get the dessert and didn’t bother to return to the table to eat it. She jabbed the white cake with her fork, making certain to get every bit of the frosting, and brought it to her mouth. The cake was dry and unpleasant, but drowned out by the explosion of wonderful taste coming from the icing. Judy moaned as she licked her fork clean.

She gobbled down the whole slice in only a few seconds. As she did, new sensations hit her body. While she couldn’t exactly coalesce the thought, she generally understood that her horniness grew with each bite. She’d nearly soaked through her panties. Her breasts ached to be touched, with the nipples being particularly sensitive. They also felt swollen and tender, conjuring up vague memories of how she’d felt post-pregnancy nearly twenty years earlier. She finished the last bite of the cake and tossed her fork in the sink. She started to put the plate in as well, but noticed the small sheen of icing on the plate. Without hesitation, she brought it to her mouth and licked it clean, breathing heavily as she did.

A churning, throbbing sensation radiated out from her stomach. Judy pushed off her pajama bottoms, leaving them in a puddle at her feet as she tried to relieve some of the heat on her skin. She turned on the sink and ran the cold water over her wrists. Neither action helped. The heat raged through her body. She wondered if she’d hit an early menopause with random arousal and hot flashes. That idea disappeared as she caught sight of herself reflected in one of the drying pans beside the sink. Grabbing the pan, she held it up like a hand mirror, staring at the woman in the reflection. Gray no longer teased at the roots of her hair. The wrinkles had smoothed out around her eyes. She dropped the pan out of fright.

“Shit,” she breathed, realizing something more than strange cravings had happened to her. I should call Peter. Whatever he’s done, he can undo it. If I weren’t so fucking hot. Desperate to relieve the heat on her skin, she turned to the refrigerator and flung open the doors, thrusting her body into the cool air. As she did, her eyes fixed on the bowl of remaining frosting. Judy’s mind gave one squeak of resistance before her hands grabbed the bowl and brought the whole thing to her mouth. She shoved her face into the white fluff, gobbling it down in huge, creamy mouthfuls.

Tingling heat exploded throughout her body, but mostly in her breasts. Behind the ravenous need to lick the bowl clean, Judy felt her chest get heavier. Her breasts pressed against the light top she wore, nipples pushing out from the fabric as dark, wet circles slowly appeared on the light blue cotton. With the bowl licked clean, it dropped out of her hands. Her tongue spun wildly around her open mouth, licking away the residual frosting from her lips as her hands searched for any missed dollop on her face. Judy grunted incoherently, kicked the empty bowl aside, and shoved around the other contents of the fridge, looking for anything else containing the wonderful cream. All the while, her breasts grew, squashing against her shirt uncomfortably. When she finally stopped searching out of frustration, she looked down at her chest and giggled.

Judy pulled off the t-shirt and massive tits dropped into view. Smiling, she brought her fingers to her nipple and squeezed. White milk oozed out over her fingertips as a small quiver of pleasure hit her. Milk. I’m milking myself. I wonder… She squeezed again, causing a fresh squirt of her milk to puddle in her palm. She brought it to her mouth and lapped it up as a gaze of euphoric bliss gripped her eyes. It tasted the same as the cream, delightful and sugary. She grabbed a glass from the cabinet. As she walked to the living room, she vaguely heard the roar of a truck pulling up outside.

Judy grinned manically as she squeezed her engorged breasts. Streams of white milk flowed into the glass. She wanted to gulp it down after each jet, but forced herself to wait until she accumulated enough for a proper swallow. She heard someone come in the back door and shouts of dismay from the kitchen. As she massaged her tits, admiring their new size and youthful pertness, Luke rounded the corner with a look of pure horror on his face. “Hi,” Judy squeaked as she drained the glass. Her body tingled at the sight of the young man. She thrust her chest forward for him to admire.

“Fuck,” Luke said. “Did you eat all of it? Oh, fucking fuck.”

“Your secret cream?” Judy asked, reclining back on the sofa and spreading her legs. Her underwear was visibly dark with her arousal, and she relished Luke’s eyes roving up and down her body. “Eating it made me feel good.”

Luke wasn’t listening to her. He had his phone out and stuck against his ear. “Peter, answer your fucking phone. Your mom ate the stuff. All of the stuff. She’s…well, fuck man you saw what it did to Katie with only a slice. Your mom at the whole fucking bowl. Call me back. What do I do?”

Judy didn’t like the sound of the man’s distress. He seemed worried about her, which was sweet, but she wanted to show him he had nothing to worry about. Her boobies felt great. She figured they were a little bigger, but that was only for the best. Big titties meant more milk. Maybe he’s upset he can’t see my pussy. She wriggled on the sofa as she pulled her panties to the side and let her finger slide against her exposed sex. “Luke, don’t be mad. I didn’t mean to eat it all. But my milk tastes soooo good now.”

He shifted uncomfortably. Seeing his friend’s mom, who had a milfish quality before eating a bowl of experimental biochemistry, writhing naked on the couch had a natural effect. His cock strained against his boxers as he tried to focus on his concerns. “Judy, listen, you’ve been exposed to some stuff Peter cooked up. It’s an idea he worked on for our friend Katie. She wanted bigger breasts, and Pete got it in his head that surgery was a butcher’s option. He came up with the idea of infusing…are you understanding anything I’m saying?”

Judy’s mouth lolled open as she stared blankly at Luke. How many naughty nights had she dreamed of showing the young buck how to be a proper man? “Come here, Luke,” she cooed. “You like my big mommy titties, don’t you? They give the best milk.” She squeezed the enormous tits, causing a gush of milk to roll down the front of the massive orbs. “It tastes even better than that creamy stuff.” She noticed the strange, far off gaze taking over Luke’s vision. “Come here,” she said again.

“I should…” Luke said. He could smell a sugary scent in the air. He tried to remember all of Peter’s warnings as his phone dinged in his hand. Holding it up, he opened the message and gawked at what he saw. When he’d left in a mad rush to destroy the remaining frosting, Katie had been struggling to get her bra off while Peter worked on ideas to reverse the formula. The texted image showed Katie stark naked with her tit shoved in Peter’s mouth, a trickle of milk oozing from the corner. Shocked, Luke dropped the phone. “Katie started lactating too,” he muttered. “Need to do…something.”

Judy crossed the room and knelt in front of the younger man. He looked down at her to see the massive breasts pressed against his thighs. “You can’t think with all this pent up tension, Luke. Have you ever had your dick sucked?” She frowned, thoughtful. “I bet you have. Skinny little bitches sucking their first dick, all aflutter because you batted those big blues at them. You’ve never had a woman suck your dick though, have you?”

He shook his head as the scent of sugary milk filled his mind. Judy’s hands worked quickly at his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down. She gasped. Luke was twice as big as her ex-husband, and maybe even a little thicker. Clear precum oozed from the tip of his cock as he looked at his friend’s mom. Judy smiled. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while now. Will you give me some more of your cream?” She opened her lips and slid his dick between them. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock. Luke’s remaining resistance crumbled.

Judy pushed more of the fat dick into her mouth. She’d forgotten most of her tricks about sucking cock, but the basics were hard to lose. She slathered as much of the throbbing dick as she could with her mouth and tongue while her hand slowly worked up and down the shaft. She could sense Luke’s orgasm approaching as his breath hurried and his body tensed. With her eyes locked on his, she flatted out her tongue and pressed the head of his cock against it. Luke grunted as he came, spraying a thick rope of cum into his friend’s mom’s mouth. He shivered as she stroked the rest of his orgasm out, swallowing it down and brandishing her clean tongue for him before kissing the head of his dick gently. Standing up, she took Luke by the hand and led him over to the couch. With no resistance from the young man, she sat them down and guided his head to her breast. He naturally opened his mouth as her nipple spurted a short jet of milk in excitement. As his lips closed around her tit, she moaned.

Luke sucked, hard. Thick streams of milk filled his mouth. He knew he should do something about Judy’s condition, but she tasted amazing. The scent drove him wild, and his erection returned with a strange quickness that slightly alarmed him. His hands came over to grope Judy’s body, surprised to find soft spots where there had once been only lean muscle. His fingers sunk into plump flesh on her hips before crawling around to squeeze her ass. More of the milk flowed into his mouth as Judy moaned and pulled him harder against her. The other tit gushed milk freely. Luke watched it pour out of her like a tap put on full flow. God, what’ve we done, he wondered as he swallowed another gulp.

Judy’s hands didn’t stay idle. While one stroked the man sucking at her breast, the other made its way down to his cock, giving it encouraging squeezes as it swelled back to life. “Looks like you’re already hard again. I want you to fuck me, Luke. I want to feel this fat cock inside me, filling me up with your tasty cream.”

He pulled away, leaving a dribble of milk running down his chin. Lust blurred his vision. He barely recognized Judy any more. She was gorgeous with the biggest set of tits he’d ever seen, bigger than humanly possible. Her shoulders and back had even developed extra muscle to support the weight of the massive dugs on her chest. His thoughts should have been focused on how to monetize the miraculous creation Peter had made. Instead, he could only focus on the soft, pliant flesh under his fingertips. “I’ll fuck you from behind, like the cow you are.”

Judy didn’t respond with anything other than a smile as she climbed onto her hands and knees to peel down the gooey panties. Luke’s fingers pawed at her slit for a moment before the fat head of his dick pressed between her wet folds. Judy rocked back against him, feeling her pussy run along the upper side of his dick. He’s going to do it. My son’s friend is about to fuck me like a cow in the middle of the living room while my milk laden tits ruin the couch. She liked the feel of them swinging under her as she pushed her newly plump ass back for Luke’s enjoyment.

Luke ran his hands over Judy’s naked ass. He gave it a playful swat, watching it jiggle as she rocked back and forth along his dick. “Oh, Mrs. Miller, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He pushed hard, slamming his cock into Judy. Her pussy gripped him tightly as he sheathed himself inside of her. They both moaned, but Judy’s evolved into a high pitched wail of pleasure.

A burning need seized both of them. Judy’s tits continued leaking as Luke’s strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her back hard against him on each thrust. She felt him pushing almost dangerously deep inside of her, and each time he bottomed out, a small blip of pure bliss seared through her brain. Gone were the worries about a job or the future or the world outside. All that mattered was the hot buck behind her and how often he could fuck her.

Why stop at him? Peter had other friends, most of them scrawny, but the scrawny ones could sometimes have thick cocks, too. She didn’t find herself caring much about who fucked her, so long as plenty of men did, and often. She had milk to spare.

Luke grunted as his balls slapped forward. He curved his body against Judy, hands moving up to paw at her tits. It was a reach, but he managed to get his hands far enough around her swollen breasts to feel her nipples leak into his palms. He pushed his mouth close to her ear, “I’m going to breed you, Judy. You’re going to become my breeding cow that I fuck whenever my balls get heavy. You like that, don’t you? You like being a filthy breeding cow for your son’s friends. We’re going to milk you and sell it for a fat fucking profit while your belly swells up with my seed.”

“Ungh, god, yes! Cum in me, Luke.”

He groaned as he erupted inside of her. She felt each spurt of his hot cum spraying inside her and realized Luke meant every word.