Later that morning, Ally was over at a friend's house, so it was just Kyle and his mother around, the latter working on various chores around the house. After mulling it over a bit, Kyle couldn't help but take advantage of the situation.
"Hey mom?" Kyle asked, "would you mind taking your top off? I'd love to be able to see your breasts while we're around the house here."
"Of course sweetie!" She paused her dusting to reach down and take hold of her shirt, lifting it off and tossing it to the nearby couch.
Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra, neutrally casting that aside too to stand in just her jeans before Kyle. With a smile, she stepped back over to the shelves, running the cloth along the various knick-knacks.
For a while Kyle just sat in the room, enjoying the view. He mostly got to look at her bare back, but as she moved to another wall it switched to an eyeful of sideboob. They wobbled freely as she wiped around, tempting Kyle to give them a feel. He got up, walking over to his mother, reaching around and cupping her sizable breasts from behind.
"Ah! I see." His mother remarked. "If you don't mind, I'm going to keep dusting while you occupy yourself, I've got several things to do today."
"Okay." Kyle remarked. He ran his hands around the soft and warm DDs, occasionally bouncing them a bit, feeling their heft squish against his palms. Now and then, he'd graze across her nipples, which would elicit a soft groan or sigh, sometimes pausing for a moment, but she continued dusting afterwards.
After several minutes, an idea occurred to Kyle. He stepped back and pulled out the coin as his mother turned around, promptly slipping her into a trance. Repeating much of the instructions he gave to his sister before, Kyle ensured his mother would produce and build up milk much the same way. He made sure to add that it had been some time since she had last milked herself. With that detail, Kyle watched as his entranced mother's bare nipples plumped up, darkening a bit as milk promptly occupied her breasts.
He snapped his finger, and as she was coming to, Kyle reached out and gave one of his mother's breasts a gentle squeeze, causing her milk to squirt out onto his hand and arm, and dribble down her own chest.
"Oh! I guess they're getting a bit full."
Kyle smiled, gently kneading at both of her tits, milk flowing out of them readily. With his mother's full attention now, he leaned in, placing his lips against his mother's stiff nipple and starting to suckle. She moaned as milk rushed into Kyle's mouth, hot and sweet, and even a little creamy. He played with her other nipple as he drank, feeling milk run down his fingers accompanied by more moans. After a few wonderful minutes, the moaning escalated, prompting Kyle to glance up at his mother's face. She shuddered as she came from his breastfeeding, a smile plastered across her face as Kyle pulled away from her mostly-drained tits.
To Kyle's surprise though, as she was still awash with pleasure, his mother reached down the front of her jeans, apparently starting to rub her pussy. Kyle watched spellbound as she quickly reached the same heights as moments before, cumming again from her own finger work. With a content sigh, she opened her eyes again and pulled free her notably damp hand.
"Ah, thank you sweetie, that feels much better." She remarked simply. Barely taking any more time to collect herself, she stepped back over to the furniture, resuming her dusting.
Kyle did his best to come across similarly casual, as opposed to just standing there horny and dumbfounded. Clearly the casualness he had hypnotized into his mother had broader application than he realized. And as nice as this was, it occured to Kyle that he could make things even more interesting…