"Baby Pete, time to get up!" Your Mom said in a sing-song voice.
You slowly opened your eyes and saw your mother in a blue button-up blouse and yoga pants, smiling. She pulled off your blankets, revealing your nearly naked body, dressed in nothing more than a damp diaper, the only thing you were allowed to wear around the house.
"G... Good morning, mommy." You said, yawning.
Mom patted your head.
"Come on, Petey, let's get you your breakfast." She said.
Mom unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it aside, showing that she wore a nursing bra underneath. With seemingly unnatural strength, she lifted you up and set you down on her lap. Mommy milk was the only thing you were allowed to eat or drink, and you knew you were dependent on it. Obediently, you suckled. It was warm and tasty, and your tiny overactive penis hardened as you drank. The thought of drinking mommy-milk, however mundane, was rather arousing and you couldn't help it. Mom took notice but did not say anything. It was soothing and relaxing, and you knew it made you a weird loser to be doing this, but you did it anyway. Mom let out satisfied moans as you drank. Clearly the breastfeeding felt good for her too.
Once you were done, Mom buttoned up her blouse. She then laid you down on the diaper changing mat. She removed your wet diaper and saw your tiny yet erect penis.
"Oh, Petey..." She said, shaking her head.
You closed your eyes with shame, hoping she wouldn't put a chastity cage on you for this.
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