Mother's Milk
Note: Not my story, but certainly one that I have for my
collection. It is a very interesting approach to a
seduction by a mother.
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 16 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 brassiere. 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.
"Uhhh, 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. Bobby 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
reassuringly.
"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 laying 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
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 Booby 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. Powers'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. The 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 laid there silently. Jack's lips
where still on his mother's 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 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 its 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 breast 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 laid 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 their 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.
He went to his mother's breast and suckled.
Efficiently, he drained away the pressure and felt his
mother's body start to relax against him. He teased her
nipple, biting it lightly while he continued to nurse
from his mother. Instinctively, his mother opened her
legs further and started squirming her ass.
He pushed himself up against his mom's body. His cock
slipped out again from his pajamas and pressed against
the coolness of his mother's panty.
He was prepared to move but his mother showed no
resistance. With both hands he squeezed his mother's tit
and engulfed the stream of warm milk that shot into his
mouth. They were both excited now as he started
dry-humping his mom.
"Jack!" she blurted out loudly. But she must have shouted
his name of excitement rather than concern that things
were going too far because she made no move to stop him.
He drained his mother's tit and immediately went for the
other one. He clamped onto the nipple and drunk down the
stream of milk. His cock, having a life of its own,
pressed at his mom's inner thigh and tried to gain
entrance to the dark mysteries underneath the panties by
snaking its way under the leg band. He pressed and
pressed by he couldn't get in!
Emboldened by his mother's writhing he very cautious
reached down to the leg band where his cock was probing.
Slowly, he pulled at the elastic. He was prepared to
quickly withdraw his hand if his mother showed the least
resistance, but she continued squirming against him as if
she didn't notice. He pushed his cock into his mother's
panty. The elastic pulled tight against his cock, but it
was not an unpleasant sensation. The tip of his cock
found the entrance to his mother's pussy. It was
definitely wet, and emanated a warm from within.
He paused for a moment not sure to really wanted to go
through with this step. Did he really want to do this?
Was he prepared for this? He bit at her nipple while
continuing to suck his mother's milk. She was moaning
now and wrapped her legs around him. He wasn't sure if
this was to encourage him, or whether his mother in her
excitement was really oblivious to what he was doing.
Jack could not see how he could turn back at this point.
He was feverish, and felt beads of perspiration on his
forehead. This wasn't just his doing, or was it? He was
so confused, but he knew he had to do it. He could not
go on with his life not knowing, not plunging into the
mysteries of his mother after having come this far.
Jack pushed slightly, and felt himself slid into his
mother's pussy like butter. It was so easy, and, yet,
this was an act that would forever change his
relationship with his mother. Everything they had done
previously was, by and large, innocent. She needed him
to suck her milk to relieve her discomfort. If they both
derived pleasure from it, there was no shame. Despite
the heated play, they were still acting as mother and
son. Now with his single act they had crossed the line
from mother and son to - lovers. He could not undo what
had been done, but he was not sure he wanted to undo it.
They both paused for a minute. Now fully aware of what
had been done - and what could not be undone. His
mother, then, reached behind him and grabbed his
buttocks. She pulled him to her, making him slid all the
way inside of her. The feeling was indescribable. It
was like a tight, wet, warm velvet glove was lovingly
grabbing his cock.
"Oh, Jack. Oh, my baby."
Mom's last breast was now almost drained. Jack and his
mother started slowly fucking while Jack continued to
suckle the last of her milk. He pushed his pelvis; and
his cock slid effortlessly the rest of the way into his
mother's warmth. His origin. His source. It felt like
heaven. I should have felt dirty and perverted, but it
felt so natural and wonderful to make love with this
beautiful woman who gave him birth.
Tentatively he pulled out slightly and pushed back. The
friction send fire into his loins. He knew his mother
felt the same because he felt her return his thrusts by
arching her hips. Was this fucking? In Jack's private
readings on the subject he had heard of many
dysfunction's and problems regarding sex. He had thought
it hopelessly complicated, but nothing could seem as
natural to Jack, then, than fucking his mother.
"Jack..." his mom moaned. Jack knew that she was close.
Jack lifted his body up a bit and kissed his mother. He
could feel her bare breasts pressing his chest. Milk
still leaking from them was soaking his pajama shirt.
His mother returned his kiss, and soon his tongue snaked
its way into her mouth. Mother and son embraced and
kissed deeply while their hips banged together.
Tension built in his loins, and Jack fought for control
against his own body. His mother pinched his buttocks
tight as she forcefully pulled him to her.
"Mom!" he tried to shout in warning. But it was too
late. He came in a violent eruption, ejaculated in waves
into his mother.
"Oh, Jack..." His mother wrapped her legs around him, and
pushed her hips back and forth against him.
"Jack ..." Her cry softening into a whimper.
Jack could feel his mother's body relax against him. He
tried to climb off his mother but she pulled him back to
her. They were both silent. Jack could feel his mother's
heartbeat against him slowly climb back to normal.
Eventually, he rolled off his mother and laid next to
her. Both exhausted, they both fell asleep holding one
another.
The next morning the sun woke Jack up. He was
immediately disoriented. He looked around and saw he
was in his mother's room. He looked over and saw his
mother naked sleeping next to him. Panic set in. What had
he done? What should he do?
Jack laid there next to his mother staring at ceiling.
He discovered that he too was naked - he must have
removed and kicked off the rest of his pajamas during
the night. He felt his mother stirring. She opened her
eyes groggily and also looked disoriented. She met his
eyes, and Jack looked away guiltily.
"Morning, Jack." she said in a flat voice.
"Morning, Mom." Jack muttered in reply.
"Mom, ... I'm sor.." she pressed her finger to his lips.
"Don't be sorry, Jack. I should have known it was going
to come to this. It just .. felt so good. And its been
too long for me, Baby." She stroked his cheek tenderly.
"It was good, Jack. Better than I would have thought.
But we can't let this happen again. It's wrong. You've
done so much for me, and now I feel I've taken advantage
of you."
"M-mom, you didn't ..." he started to stutter.
She cut him off. "Jack, let's never discuss this
again, please?" she said firmly. Jack nodded in
agreement.
"Now, Jack could you please give me some privacy while
I get dressed?"
Jack got out of bed, and quickly grabbing his pajamas
that were in crumbled ball next to his mothers panties.
When had she taken them off? Embarrassed, Jack clutched
the pajamas to his groin, and quickly left his mother's
bedroom. He closed the door behind him and put on his
pajamas.
His mother, dressed in a loose white dress, came to the
kitchen table carrying Bobby. They ate breakfast
together mostly silent. He tried to busy himself reading
the paper while his Mom held the bottle for Bobby while
at the same time ate her breakfast.
Jack looked at the clock.
"Mom, I'd better - I'll be late for school." He tried
to look away as he gave his mom a quick peck on the
cheek. As he was almost out the door, his mother said,
"Jack, you're coming home at lunch time, right?" He
looked back at his mother puzzled.
"You have to ...", she cupped his breast, "you know."
Jack didn't know what to say.
"Ah, sure Mom."
His mom gave him a sly look. "... unless you want to
get another pump from the hospital." she added. "M-momm,
I-I won't have time to stop - I'm running late." Jack
stammered. She looked back at Jack and smiled.
"OK, you can pick up it when you want - but I'll need
you."
"Yeah, Mom, sure."
In a whisper she added, "But like yesterday, Jack -
not like last night."
"Yeah ... sure."
Jack was so confused that he muttered a good-bye to his
mother and hurried out the door. In school Jack was
listless, and had trouble concentrating. He got the
results back on his Chemistry exam and found gotten an
"A". At least some things in his life where going all
right. Sara Jo tried to make eye contact with him during
class but Jack just returned her a forced smile and
looked away. Jack kept looking at his watch nervously.
Jack rushed out the door as soon as the noon bell rang.
He found himself speeding again, and had to make a
conscious effort to slow down. Jack was going home for
his - noon feeding?
His mom was in the bedroom sitting on the bed waiting for
him. As before she had the nursing bra on with the flaps
pulled back to expose her swollen breasts. Unlike
before, though, his mother wore no panties. She was nude
- bare except for the nursing bra that only emphasized
rather than concealed her nudity. She laid there
inviting before him. With his eyes Jack traced the
outline of his mother's smooth legs up to her soft blond
fuzz of public hair.
She looked at Jack somewhat sheepishly and seductively
at the same time. "Surprised, Jack?" she looked at him.
"Jack, I don't know if what we did together was right
or not, but I know I don't want it to end." His mother
sat up more on the bed which caused her breasts to
juggle delightfully.
"I've been getting all worked up this morning just
thinking about, Jack. God help me, but I know I don't
want what we had together to stop.". Tears were welling
in her eyes now."
"My life has been such a mess, and now I've made a mess
of yours." "No, Mom!" He protested.
"I wonder if its so wrong to be intimate with my own
son. It should be wrong, but it feels so good - and not
just the physical kind of good." She looked at him with
pleading eyes.
"Jack, if you don't want to - I'll understand - but
please don't think badly of your mother."
Jack's cock was throbbing so badly he was afraid he was
going to come in pants just standing there. He went to
her bed!
-=[ THE END ]=-
