Hands shaking I ripped the first towel to shreds and cursed under my breath for being stupid.
“It’s OK, Baby. There are plenty more where that came from,” Mom said.
That was when I felt it. Mom’s foot was pressing against the inside of my leg, just below the knee as I was standing in front of her. I quickly tore off another paper towel and waited as she wiped her fingers and then her bare breast. Another drop formed as she roughly ran the paper towel up and across the nipple. For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to move from in front of her, and as her foot pressed against my leg harder, I wondered if I was misreading things; that she was just using my leg to keep balance and not wake my sister.
Mom saw the drop of milk, went back to wipe that one, and then another formed in its place. She sighed, almost sounding exasperated, but I could see she was in a good mood.
“Well, we’ll be here forever at this rate.”
She looked up at me and grinned, then handed me the damp paper towel all crumbled up.
“Thank you, Baby,” she said with a wink. She slid her foot along my leg again and then away, signaling that she was letting me go now.
I walked away on wobbly knees. The smell of her right there, the sight of her rubbing her breast like that, and the feel of her foot was overwhelming my senses. I quietly returned to the table after putting the roll away and the towel in the trash, but it was no use. I couldn’t concentrate. I could see Mom rocking her leg again, pointing her foot and then relaxing it again and again. I started to gather my books to head back to my room, disgusted that I was looking at her like a woman and not my Mom.
“Baby? I need to put Vicki down. Can you help me?”
I stopped what I was doing and went over to my mom. It was very, very awkward reaching down to take my sister and seeing Mom’s breasts, both of them, completely exposed. I couldn’t help but touch the one with my arm as I took the baby. Her nipple traced along my wrist and I could feel it leave a slick trail.
I carried Vicki into her room, which was across from my parents’; Mom came around me and took her, not trusting me to put her in the crib without waking her I guess. The two of us stood there watching her sleep for a minute. I felt Mom run her fingers through my hair in the back as she looked at Vicki.
“Sure is hard to believe she’ll be all grown up just like you some day. You’re always going to me Baby Boy though, aren’t you?” She poked me in the ribs when she saw me blush again. I looked over at her and my eyes gravitated toward the two wet spots on her shirt. She saw what I was looking at and smiled.
“Suppose I need to do something about this. Come and keep your Mommy company for a few minutes.”
I nervously followed her into their room. She was going through her dresser looking for something. She ultimately pulled out a little t-shirt and held it up, judging its size or appearance or something. I sat on the bed and watched her from behind, waiting patiently for whatever she wanted to talk about. She started to ask me about school and as I talked about nothing in general, Mom proceeded to remove her wet shirt and tossed it in the hamper in the corner. I could see the sides of her large breasts hanging in front of her. I was mesmerized by her bare back, noticing the ridges along her spine and the dimple right above where her shorts started. She told me later that she watched me in the mirror as I took in every inch as fast as I could. Mom said it excited her more than just about anything she could have imagined.