As he looked on, his Mother took a few seductive steps backwards and unbuttoned her nightshirt coyly, shrugging off one shoulder then the other, before letting it fall to the floor in a pile at her feet. Her breast, large and alabaster, with big rosy pink nipples puckering before his eyes, had only just begun to subtly sag with age.
“Well don’t just stand there all night gapping Andrew. This is what you wanted. What are you going to do now?”
He cupped them both and squeezed.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked self-consciously. “Are they too big? They used to be smaller before I had you.”
He could feel his mother’s breast reacting to his touch, swelling, growing firmer in his hands.
“Oh yeah, I think they look perfect just like this. This is hands down the greatest day of my life.”
“Funny,” she said rolling her eyes and blushing.
Andrew realized, despite her words, his mother was honestly flattered.
“Okay that’s enough.”
“One more thing Andrew said smacking his lips and lowering his head to her chest.
“Hey, not part of the deal,” and then in a slightly higher pitched tone, as he got closer, “I’m sensitive!”
Katie let out a shudder as her son bent to take a nipple into his mouth. She secretly longed for him to taste her sweet ripe berries, but she had to stop him now, before they went too far and did something she might regret later.
“Okay Andrew that’s enough. We have to stop now.”
“Hey you said I could touch. This is the touching part,” Andrew teased.
“This isn’t exactly what I agreed too.”
“Come on Mom, just a little taste.”
She put her hands against his shoulders as if to push him away.
“Please stop. For me…”
Ignoring her protest Andrew bent closer, all of his attention on her right breast, tongue almost brushing the cherry red tips of her captivating bounty. This close he could see a gossamer web of tiny blue veins just barely visible through her alabaster skin, radiating out from her bountiful areolas. The areolae surrounding the nipples were a dusky pink. While Andrew paused, examining his mother’s breast, Katie’s breathing had quickened, and her nipples grew harder still, beckoning his lips. They were both dark and swollen now, like two ripe red cherries waiting to be tasted. Devoured.
As he latched on, he looked up into his mother’s eyes. Her eyes glittered darkly. More black now than brown.
“How about this?” he said as he drew her nipple into the warmth moistness of his mouth.
Katie flashed back to Andrew’s infancy and flushed with memories of his infantile suckling. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth and bit down but a moan still escaped her lips. His oral attention rocked her to her core and a familiar moist heat emanated from the depths of her womanhood.
Softly she said, “We really need to stop,” but Katie took no action to end his attack.
Andrew withdrew and moved to her remaining breast.
“Please stop! Honey? Baby! This is wrong.”
Desperate as her pleas were, her hands were no longer on his shoulders but around his neck pulling him closer. Her breathing hitched. Her breasts heaved.