I was definitely getting an eye full, looking and examining her breasts while they were out. They were round on the bottom, pendulous, and hung down quite a bit. She wasn’t kidding when she mentioned the lactating part because her nipples and areolas were and swollen.
It also seemed as though there were extra fluids around her nipples, and it wasn’t sweat. It was always a light shade of white.
When she felt that I had enough of a look, she yanked her top back down to cover herself once again.
“God…you just made my week,” I told her, almost at a loss for words.
“I’m glad.”
“Was that, ummm, milk dripping out?”
She nodded. “All the pushing and pulling I did has caused my breasts to express a little bit of milk. It’s been that way since we started lifting heavier weights. I didn’t want to mention it before. And it’s the reason I bought the sports bra, so my clothes wouldn’t stain around my breasts while exercising.”
“That would be pretty distracting.”
“It’s something that lactating women secretly deal with. Just don’t bring it up again, and don’t mention it to your father. Now if it’s not too awkward, I still need your help for my post-workout stretching.”
She fixed her top and it was back to work.
***
As hard as it was, I never brought up the fact that she briefly showed me her breasts to ‘reward’ me for helping her because of how stern her warning was. I didn’t want to risk making her mad and have our private time together end.
But at the same time, she wasn’t oblivious to the fact that I admired her body. When we had dinner that night, she wore a much smaller shirt than what she would normally wear and seemed a little more flirtatious than usual, almost as if to tease me for being attracted to my own mother’s body. So that night, before I went to bed, I did the only thing I could do that point- fantasize about her.
***
Two days had passed and it was time for our next afternoon workout together using weights. It was Tuesday, which meant that she only taught class early in the morning and would usually use her extra time to do household chores or catch up on her favorite tv shows.
But on that day, I came home from school and noticed a new shopping bag sitting on her bed as I walked by her room.
“Oh…I wasn’t expecting you home so early,” my mother said as she stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed, looking surprised to see me.
“Yeah, well I had a test today and got to leave sooner,” I replied. “So you just went shopping?”
“I purchased a few things. It’s a surprise for your father later tonight.”
“That sounds nice.”
“I think it is,” my mother said with a smile. “I didn’t want to say anything about this before, but the main reason I wanted to get back in shape was for tonight. With my recent pregnancy and your father’s busy career, our love life has really suffered, and I was hoping to really spice things up between us once again. And that’s as far as I’m going to tell you…”
Hearing my mother say that she planned on doing something sexy tonight immediately struck a chord with me.