One day when she returned home I made a choice to do something about my urges. I was watching T.V. in the living room when she came in, sat down on the chair beside me and took off her shoes.
“Tough day?” I asked.
She seemed tired, and said as much. “You can’t imagine how much demand there is for these,” she said, holding up her breasts as almost a joke, groping them like I dreamed of doing. “I need to take a nap to recover! Or at least let them recover.”
“I’ll be out here,” I said, nonchalantly, trying not to stare. “Let me know if you need something.”
She got up and came over to the recliner where I was sitting. “Ah, you’re so sweet,” she said, and this time her tits were practically falling over my head, and I could almost smell the sweet nectar of them, still wetting her skin-tight white tee, her nipples raw, red and jutting from being suckled all day.
And just like that she was gone. When I heard her door close I immediately got up and went to the fridge. She’d just bought some milk a few days ago when we were out, but I poured the whole carton down the sink.
I waited until late that night for my next move. My mom was on the treadmill downstairs, and I went to speak with her. She had on spandex, and with every step on the machine her ass bounced up and down and her tits, heaving and bobbing within her sports bra, were practically punching into her chin.
“Mom?” I said shyly.
“Hey, sweetie!” she said, slowing down to speak with me. “What’s up?”
“I just got some cookies from the pantry,” I said. “I wanted to have some milk with them but . . . we’re all out.”
She crouched over the railing of the treadmill and her tits hung over it, the whole front see-through from her sweat, the huge orbs practically naked to my eyes. My dick was already growing as she stood back up.
“Didn’t I just get some?” she asked.
“Yeah but I’ve been working out so much, and I have so much for the protein… I drank it all.”
“Wow,” she said. “You really go through it.”
“I know. I was just hoping you might be willing . . .” I looked at her, letting her mind find the final words to my sentence. She looked confused, but suddenly her face went alight. “Oh! Of course. I’ll help you, honey. Just hold on a moment.”
She wiped herself off with a towel and then followed me upstairs. She pulled a cup from the cabinet and it seemed she’d grown more comfortable with her nursing, because she didn’t even hide the act from me this time. Quickly she reached down and pulled her milk-laden tit from her t-shirt, and with a little massaging, a quick tug, the milk began to squirt out. She let out a little moan and I stood beside her, enthralled by what was taking place before me.
I was actually so concentrated that I didn’t even notice my erection. I was so close to my mom that it began to prod into her thigh, and something must have overtaken me, because I didn’t even pull it away. Either she didn’t notice or pretended not to, because she just kept spraying her milk into the cup, slowly filling it.
“That enough, honey?” she asked.