Jack pushed the door open with his foot awkwardly and entered his house. Both his hands were occupied; he was carrying with a large plastic bag of disposable diapers in one hand and two bags of groceries precariously balanced in other arm. Jack set the packages on the kitchen table. Mom? No answer.
He looked in her bedroom, and saw his mother cradling his baby brother. A half-empty plastic bottle was lying near her feet. Both mom and baby were fast asleep. The scene looked so peaceful compared to night before when Bobby kept them both up with his frantic crying. He tried to help by preparing his bottle and bouncing the little guy, but nothing seemed to help. Finally, his mom had told him to go back to sleep because of the Chemistry test he had tomorrow. Under protest he went back to bed while Bobby still wailed. He thought he would have trouble going to sleep but he must have gone out as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Jack stood there for a moment in the soft light of the bedroom. His mom must be exhausted – she was still awake with Bobby went he got up this morning to go to school. She was a strong person, someone who had more than her shares of hardships in life but someone who rarely complained. She was still a young woman, only 32, and still young to be hopeful that happiness could still be found in her life. With her sparkling eyes, golden blond hair, and good figure men found her attractive. She had no trouble finding suitors, but she always managed to end up with the wrong guy.
He watched his mom as she dozed. She was beautiful even without makeup and with mussed hair and beautiful even wearing an old yellow-print sun dress. Jack noticed that the buttons in front of her dress were undone and a large wet pink nipple was protruding. Jack felt a sudden flash of shame and looked quickly away. She had been trying to unsuccessfully to breast feed Bobby again. Contrary to popular opinion it is not at all uncommon for babies to have difficulties breast feeding. Dr. Powers explained to Mom that many factors may be to blame including the mother’s diet and level of stress. Fortunately, almost all babies who have trouble breast feeding have no problem feeding from a bottle. Mom was heartbroken, feeling like a failure as a mother. Bobby was doing fine with formula but Mom kept trying to get him to nurse.
Jack secretly found the idea of breast feeding exciting. Since puberty he had the usual teen-aged boy’s fascination with breasts. At 18 his sexual experiences were confined to some groping in the backseat of his car where a few times he had managed to slip his hand into Sara Jo’s brassiere and feel the softness underneath. When he attempted to remove her bra she had protested, and the mood was broken. Sara Jo was a little on the chubby-side but had a healthy bust line that sent tongues wagging throughout high school. Sara Jo was nothing compared to Jack’s own mother, however. His mom had had a slender frame with large, heavy breasts. Secretly, Jack had looked through the laundry to find one of his mother’s brassieres. Feeling both ashamed and excited Jack read the faded tag on his mother’s brassiere – 38C. Hoping his mother would not notice, Jack hid the brassiere under the frame of his bed from which he would sometimes take it out to study when alone. Jack, in his readings on his favorite subject, learned that a women’s breasts could increase up to two cup sizes during pregnancy; and, sure enough, the new nursing bra his mother had purchased was an incredible 38DD. Jack had wondered why size DD was used instead of E, but he decided that this was yet another of the many mystery’s privy only to women and unknowable by men.
At the time of her pregnancy Mom’s boyfriend Bill was living with them. Bill was a crude man who would periodically come home drunk and angry at the world. When Bill came home late one night he slapped Mom hard across the face because dinner was cold. Jack tried to intervene, but the bigger man threw him across the room.
“Please, Bill, leave Jack alone.” His mother screamed. Jack felt dizzy and hurt but he got managed to get back on his feet. He started toward Bill again.
“Jack, please.” his mother pleaded.
Bill ignored Jack, and pulled Mom toward the bedroom roughly by the arm. His mother looked toward Jack with a look of resignation.
“I’ll be OK, Jack. Please stay out of it.”, she whispered to him painfully as Bill pulled her.
Bill slammed the bedroom door behind them, leaving Jack standing outside feeling impotent and weak. Their voices through the door were angry and loud at first. After a few minutes the voices were softer, and Jack could hear the familiar rhythmic creaking of his mother’s mattress.
A few months later Mom had discovered that she was pregnant. Bill acted happy and said they would now get married; but he didn’t come home the next evening. Mom tried repeatedly to call Bill at work, but Bill just hung up on Mom when he heard Mom’s voice. Mom was, of course, broken-hearted. She had dealt with men running out on her before, but this time she was pregnant. Jack’s own father had also left shortly after Jack was born but at least he and Mom had been married. Mom broke down and sobbed in Jack’s arms. Jack told his Mom not to worry.
They didn’t need anyone else. He would be the man of house. And Jack did help take care of his Mom. He took over cleaning the house and doing the grocery shopping, and even had gotten a part-time job at the local fast-food joint to help supplement their income. When his Mom enrolled in Lamaze classes at the local hospital, Jack volunteered to be his mom’s coach but Mom’s younger sister, Aunt Jane, said it wasn’t proper and took his place as coach.
Some women look overwrought when pregnant, showing the weight of the demands pregnancy places on their bodies. Other women bloom like flowers, glowing with the radiance of the life growing within them. Mom was in the latter category. Her face was positively beaming with the promise of life, and her slender figure blossomed into Rubenesque proportions with Mom’s already large breasts became heavier and fuller.
Most of Mom’s Lamaze training became useless because some complications arose and a Cesarean had to be performed. He was forced to stay outside in the Waiting Room while Aunt Jane with Mom in the delivery room. He was overjoyed the nurse announced that he now had a healthy baby brother, 9 pounds 7 ounces. The nurse led him into the hospital room where his mother laid dreamily in the bed holding the little baby. He kissed Mom on the forehead and held his sleepy baby brother cautiously.
“Meet your new baby brother, Robert Joseph – Bobby.” she announced proudly.
His mom unbuttoned the top few buttons her nightgown. Casually, she reached in, and an enormous white breast capped with a glistening pink nipple flopped out.
“Uh, Mom. Do you want me to leave?” he said nervously.
He averted his eyes quickly, but he kept finding his eyes drawn back where he would steal quick peeks of his mother’s bare breast. He rarely saw his mother’s breasts except for quick glances when she would lean over in a low-cut nightgown. He was actually shocked – and excited – at his mother’s sudden casual display of nudity in front of him.
“Don’t be silly, Jack. I’m going to try to get Bobby to nurse.”
She took Bobby to her nipple. Booby mouth was against the nipple but he didn’t suck. She lifted her heavy breast to position it better, and a thin white liquid squirted in the air from the top of his mom’s nipple. Jack was fascinated.
“I hope he’s hungry – I’ve been uncomfortable lately since I started lactating.” Jack just nodded nervously and tried to look away. She tried to coax little Bobby to nurse, but he just looked bewildered with his unfocused eyes. At one point some of the drippings of Mom’s milk got on Bobby’s lips but he still didn’t get the hint.
“He’s probably still tired. I try later.”
She put Bobby back into the hospital bassinet where he immediately fell asleep.
“The doctor says I should be ready to go home the day after tomorrow.” She held Jack’s hand warmly.
“Thanks, Jack, for all the help you’ve given me. I know that this hasn’t been the best of times for you.”
“It hasn’t been the best of times for you either Mom, but I’ll always be there for you, Mom.” he said tenderly.
“Jack!” she was smiling mischievously, “you’re staring at me!” Jack looked away ashamed from his Mom’s bare breast. Mom pushed her exposed breast safely back into the folds of her nightgown.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Jack.” She said warmly as she unhurriedly re-buttoned her nightgown. “I certainly know from personal experience about the fascination of teen-aged boys with breasts”, she laughed. He was hot with embarrassment but his mother held his hand re-assuring.
“Breast feeding is the most natural thing in the world. Please don’t be embarrassed when I’m nursing Bobby, OK?” “OK, Mom.” He hung his head down. He crossed his legs slightly to hide his erection, and prayed to God that she didn’t see that!
She woke up, smiling when she saw him standing over her.
“Rough day, eh, Mom?”
She rubbed her eyes. “Yeah. He didn’t calm down until after you left this morning. I tried again to get him to nurse but I had no luck.” she said sadly.
He took Bobby from her and placed him in his cradle in the nursery. He wrapped him tight in the knit blanket Aunt Jane had made. Mom was still sitting in the chair when he returned, trying to shake the sleep from her eyes. He noticed that her dress was still unbuttoned and his mother’s bare breast was still hanging out. He could see that it was heavy with milk. Since he moved the baby he now noticed that the front of her dress was soaked. She was lactating heavily.
She looked down at herself. “God, I’m a mess.” She lifted the front of her dress slightly, which opened the unbuttoned portion of her dress further, exposing the white nursing bra underneath. She lifted the breast that was exposed to close the cup flap of the nursing bra, and her nipple shoot a white spray of warm milk that landed on Jack’s shirt.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Jack.” She closed the flap on her nursing bra, securely tucking away her breast.
“Uh, that’s OK, Mom.” He felt the warm wetness of her milk against his chest as it soaked through his shirt. It was a not unpleasant sensation.
“Excuse me, Jack, while I clean up.”, his mom said as she finally got up from the chair.
“Sure, Mom.” he left the room, closing the door behind him.
He checked on Bobby who was still fast asleep. Poor little guy must have exhausted himself. He, then, put the groceries and was deciding what to fix for dinner when his mother suddenly called for him from the bedroom.
He opened his Mom’s bedroom door. He was surprised to see his mother half- naked sitting on her bed. Her wet sun dress was lying crumbled in a ball on the floor. His mother was dressed only in panties and nursing brassiere. The flaps on each cup of the bra were open, exposing his mother’s heavy, swollen breasts. The nipples were bright red and engorged, and dripping with milk. Her figure since the pregnancy was softly padded voluptuous curves instead of the trim figure she had had previously. In spite of himself Jack grew immediately hard with the cock throbbing almost painfully.
“Jack, the pump isn’t working.” She said desperately. She didn’t appear to be aware of her nakedness in front of him – or the effect it was having on him.
The pump was an electric pump that she had rented from the hospital to pump the milk from his mom’s breasts when they became painfully engorged. Since Mom couldn’t get Bobby to nurse, she had to use the pump every few hours to relieve the pressure. He never actually saw her use it since she would always use it in private with her door closed. Since his Mom had no problem exposing her breasts in front of him to try and nurse Bobby, he suspected the real reason for her modesty about the pump was that the pump represented her failure to breast feed.
He looked over the pump. The electric connections at least visually seemed to be good. He pressed lightly on a few mechanical pieces, but he saw no problem.
He flicked on the switch. Nothing happened.
He felt around the moist cup of the machine. “Mom, maybe you have to … Stick it in to activate it.” His mom lifted her heavy breast and gently pushed her left breast inside in pump’s cup. Since his hand was still touching the outside cup of the cup, looking for a micro switch of some kind, his mom’s breast rested lightly against his index finger. It felt warm and full. He was too scared and too excited to move his hand, but she said nothing. He flicked the switch with his other hand. Nothing, it seemed like an electrical problem and he tugged slightly on the electric connections again and flicked the switch one more time, nothing.
“I can’t get it, Mom. Maybe we can take it back to the hospital for another.”
“They’re closed now, Jack. Their rental office is only open 9-5.” She pulled herself out of the pump, brushing against his index finger as she did. She started to cry.
“Jack, I’m a failure as a mother. You shouldn’t have to take care of me.”
“I want to, Mom.” he interrupted.
“I can’t even nurse my own baby. I can’t do anything right.” she sobbed.
“Dr. Powers …” he tried to say.
“I know what Dr. Powers said, Jack, but I still feel like a failure. I even have to use this damn machine to pump myself out and even that’s not working!”
“Mom, don’t cry.” He hugged her and felt his mom’s bare breasts pressed heavily against his chest. Immediately, he backed away.
“Jack, they hurt!” she said desperately cupping her breasts.
“Maybe, we should call Dr. Power’s office, Mom.”
She looked at him questioningly.
“What, Mom?”
“Jack… I nursed you when you were a baby. You didn’t have any problems. I nursed you until you were nine months old.”
“Mom, what are you saying?”
“Jack, if you don’t want to do this its OK, I’ll understand.” she looked at him pleadingly.
“Jack, would it be so wrong if I asked you to … Suck out my milk.” Suck out her milk?
His heart was racing.
“Jack, you’re still my son just like Bobby. Please nurse me.”
His cock was painfully hard now and his mouth felt dry.
“Please, Jack. Do this for me.”
“Uh, yeah, M-mom.” he stuttered.
“How are we going to do … Do this?” he asked nervously.
She crawled up further on the bed and sat up with her back against the bed frame. There was a fantasy of Jack’s secret-most dreams. Settle down. That’s your mother there, he thought. She only wants you to do what the pump is supposed to do, nothing more.
“Come here, Baby.” his mother said lovingly.
He looked at his mom waiting for him on the bed on the looking like every man’s innermost fantasy. He didn’t think of the nursing bra as something sexy before but now he realized that it could have been something out of Frederick’s of Hollywood. It supported the heavy weight of his mother’s breasts, lifting them high as if putting them on display. With the cup flaps open, exposing only the front of his mom’s breasts, the bra actually accentuated their nakedness.
Dreamily, he climbed up on the bed to his mother. She pulled him to her. Her nipple was bright red and glistened with the milk that was leaking out. She held him by the back of the head, gently bringing him to her breast. A hard nipple brushed against his lips and released more fluid. He opened his mouth instinctively and took in the nipple. It tasted sweet from the milk. He reached under and cupped the breast. It was heavy with milk. He tentatively sucked, and was surprised at the gush of milk that suddenly filled his mouth. His mother’s milk was like cow’s milk except it was thinner and sweeter. He savored the warm milk. The milk started to overflow his mouth and drip down his chin onto his chest. He swallowed his mother’s milk to stop to overflow, and discovered that that action caused even more milk to flow from his mother’s teat. He sucked harder, drinking deep from the fluid of life. As he drained more milk from mother’s breast he could feel the swelling of her breast slowly diminishing. Her body started relaxing as he relieved the painful pressure. While he sucked, the other nipple brushed against the side of his face, causing milk to drip down his cheek.
“That’s it, Jack. You’re doing fine.” She kissed the top of his head and ran her fingers playfully through his hair.
He sucked hungrily at his mom’s breast, and greedily swallowed the milk with loud gulps. He held on tightly with both hands to the soft abundance of her breast. Jack knew that this was all he ever needed. As he sucked at his mother’s tit he knew all other experiences in his life would pale compared to this. He could feel his mother’s body start to stir with excitement. She pressed his head firmly to his breast and started spreading her legs.
“Oh, Jack.” She started moaning. He continued to suck hard until the flow drained to a tinkle. Without even thinking or looking his mouth found his mother’s other nipple. A fresh gush of milk filled his mouth. His mother’s legs were now wrapped around Jack’s knee.
“Come on, Jack.” she moaned softly. Jack’s cock was throbbing. Unconsciously he started rubbing it against his mother’s thigh through his trousers. He found a rhythm, and continued to suck deeply at his mother’s nipple. Jack decided to test the nipple with his tongue as he sucked. When his tongue lightly touched her nipple he felt the electricity go through his mother’s body. He played with the nipple as he continued to suck, and his mother’s body started quaking. He could feel her wetness even through her panties and his trousers as his mom ground her crouch against his knee.
“Oh, baby…” she now moaned loudly.
Her breast was almost completely drained. Jack continued to suck the last of the milk as he teased his nipple with his tongue.
“Oh, oh … Oh!” His mother’s body was jack-knifing now as she moaned.
Jack felt faint as he ejaculated in violent spasms in his pants. They both lay there silently. Jack’s lips where still on his mother breast, but he had stopped sucking.
“Jack?” He was almost asleep. “Jack?”
“Uh” He laid there almost catatonic against the warmth of his mother’s body.
“Jack, I think its time we got up.” she said in a soft voice. Jack forced himself to sit up. He looked at his mom and felt embarrassed and guilty. But she only smiled back sweetly at him. Her mother’s breasts were wet with milk as was the rest of her front. He was a mess himself, with milk on his mouth and dripping down his chin to his shirt, which was completely soaked through with his mother’s milk.
“Thanks, Sweetie. I don’t know what I would do without you.” He felt his mother’s breasts brush against him as she kissed him on the cheek. Jack was dazed. His head felt like it was full of cotton. Had this just taken place? He felt like he was dreaming. Did his mother really come? He didn’t have enough experience to judge such things. He had certainly come. He felt the wetness at his groin. Did she know?
“Jack, can you give me some privacy while I clean up?”
“Uh, sure, Mom.” said slowly. He lifted himself awkwardly off the bed.
“And clean yourself, too”. He looked backed at his mother still sitting half- naked on the bed. She gave him a wink, which made tingles travel down his spine.
He closed his mother’s door behind him; and now felt very alone and confused.
Jack checked on Bobby who was still sound asleep. He fixed some hamburgers and tried to keep himself busy so he did not have to think about what had just taken place. Had it really happened? The bedroom door creaked open. His mom emerged dressed in a frilly white robe.
“Uh, hi Mom.” He said nervously.
“Ouch!” He burned his hand on the stove.
His mother ran to him. “Are you all right, Jack?” She held his hand and gave it a kiss.
“Yeah, I’m OK, Mom.”
“Jack, are you bothered by what we just did?” she asked seriously.
“Uh, I don’t know, Mom.” He was unsure what to say. She held each of his hands, and looked him lovingly in the eyes.
“Jack, you did me a favor. I was suffering because the pump wasn’t working.” She held him by the shoulders.
“You – we – didn’t do anything wrong in there, Jack. You’re my son just like Bobby is. Because you’re older doesn’t mean that it’s wrong for you but right for him.” He nodded quickly.
“Look – I know you probably enjoyed it. I told you I knew about teen-aged boys and their fixations.” She smiled slyly.
“And I’ll confess that I enjoyed it, too. It’s the way a woman’s anatomy is designed so that breast feeding encourages bonding.”
“Jack, you helped me out when I desperately needed it. And the fact that we happened to both enjoy it doesn’t mean it’s something to be ashamed of.” She gave his a motherly kiss on the forehead. He did feel better.
“Besides, we’re going to have to do this later tonight when I fill up again.” Despite himself he grew immediately hard.
“We have something to look forward to later.” his mom added with a hint of seduction.
They ate dinner together saying little. Afterwards, Bobby woke up. The long sleep must have done him good because he was more pleasant than he normally was just waking from a nap. He was scheduled to work tonight from 8-10, so he kissed his mom and Bobby good-bye and drove off. At work he couldn’t keep his mind off of his mother. He kept looking at his watch as he bagged groceries.
When work was over he left immediately rather than stopping to chat with Sara Jo or some of his buddies. A couple of times he had to slow down after he glanced down at the speedometer and realized how fast he was driving. When he finally got home it was dark except for his mother’s bedroom. He walked over to his mother’s open doorway. She was sitting on the side of her bed wearing the same frilly robe. The bed was now made with the covers turned neatly down.
She smiled at him. He smiled back nervously.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Jack. I’m getting sore.” She stood up and removed the robe. She let it drop to the floor. Jack was startled. Instead of the nursing bra and the plain white panties from Sears, his mom was wearing only a fancy pair of panties. The panties had the French cut with the leg of the panties sexily rising up her hip. He did not even remember seeing these panties in his secret excursions into his mother’s lingerie drawer. His mom’s breasts were large and swollen, but still hung high by themselves. The nipples were engorged and pink, and glistened with the wetness of her milk. He stood there in awe at his mother’s nakedness.
“Oh, Mom” He heard his voice saying. He immediately felt embarrassed and had to look away.
Seeing his embarrassment, his mother smiled.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Jack. Come to your mother.” She took his hand and led Jack to her bed. She sat up against the headboard as before and spread her legs slightly. She pulled Jack to her and Jack immediately began to suck. It was better this time. He knew what to do as he steadily drained his mother’s boob. He felt her mother’s body relax against him as he removed the pressure in her breast. He drank deep from her warm, sweet milk. With his tongue he started teasing the tip of her nipple, and as before his mother’s body starting stirring under him. She wiggled against him while he sucked and played with his mom’s nipple.
When the breast was drained he automatically switched to the other. A gush of warm milk shot into his mouth as soon as his mouth clamped onto the nipple. He could feel the excitement starting to build in himself and his mom. They pressed their bodies against each other. In their squirming they unconsciously – or was it deliberate – re-positioned themselves until their hips were pressed tightly together. Jack’s throbbing erection was pressed against his mother’s couch through the layers of his trousers and her panties. Jack finally drained the second breast but kept sucking hungrily at his mom’s breast. She didn’t seem to mind, though, because they were now pushing rhythmically against each other.
Caught up in the fever of the excitement, Jack cautiously reached down under him to the waistband of his mother’s panties. His mother quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it away. Scared he had gone too far with his mother, Jack started pulling away from his mom, but she pushed him back onto her. She was setting her limits just like Sara Jo did. He sucked his mother harder now and let his teeth scrape very lightly against his mom’s nipple.
“Oh, Jack – Jack – Jack …” His mother’s hips jerked against him. His mother’s excitement caused his dam to finally burst. He bucked rhythmically against his mother and came in a shuddering climax.
“Mommm….” he heard himself moan.
They lay still for a few minutes not saying a word. He felt the warmth of his mother’s body against him. Unlike last time there was not mistaking what each of them had felt this time. Jack had never seen a woman orgasm but now had no doubt that this is what his mother had felt. He thought it pretty obvious to his mother that he had came too. Another thing was different, too; this time Jack did not feel the shame he had felt before. He still felt somewhat unsure but he knew that this second time he and his mother had known what they were doing. The first time could have been accidental, but there was no mistaking intend this time.
“You OK, Jack?” He rolled off his mother.
“Yeah, Mom, I’m OK.”
“It was good wasn’t it, Jack?”
“Uh, Mom, …”
She looked at him and smiled. “It’s OK to say you liked it, Jack. We didn’t do anything wrong.” his mother said in a clear voice.
“Yeah, Mom, … I liked it. I liked it a lot.” he beamed. He did feel better.
He didn’t want to leave but his mom told him it was time for both of them to get ready for bed – in own separate beds. Jack stripped, cleaned himself up and put his pajamas on. He heard his Mom getting Bobby his bottle. Jack said goodnight to his mother, and gave her a kiss on the lips that lingered for just a while longer than a kiss that a son gives his mother.
Jack laid in bed in the dark. He masturbated earnestly. Instead of Sara Jo or some Playmate, Jack was now openly fantasizing about his mother. He came; pumping more semen than he had thought was still left in him. He fell in a sound sleep soon after.
Jack slept restlessly, tossing and turning. A kiss, another kiss. He opened his eyes and saw his mother peering out of the darkness. He realized that his cock was hard and sticking out of his pajama pants. He quickly put himself back in, hoping Mom didn’t see. Although, did it matter any more?
“Jack, its time again.” she said very somberly for something that was exciting to both of them. He sat up and held his head.
“Uh, OK, Mom.” he said groggily. He looked at his digital clock and saw it was 3:15am. She stood there a minute silently.
“In my bedroom, Jack.” she finally said.
He followed his mother into the bedroom. The room was dark. She opened her robe. He could see the outline of his mother’s nakedness. Was she still wearing the panties? He smelled the earthy dairy smell coming from her milk. She climbed up on the bed and Jack followed.
