By the time Mom came and sat down next to me on the bed, I was already getting hard. My body was reacting to just being in the same room with her, and I felt so ashamed. I tried not to look at her as she tied her hair back with a scrunchy and tucked her legs underneath of her; her knees pressing into my side and back.
I couldn’t think of anything to say at that point. I just sat there with my hands on my knees waiting, for what I wasn’t sure. I felt like I was struck by lightening when I felt her chin on my shoulder and her arm wrap around me from behind. Her breath was hot in my ear as she turned and lifted her face slightly.
“Tell me something, Sweetie,” she said. “And be honest.”
I said OK.
“You like watching me… don’t you?” she whispered. When I didn’t say anything she reached up and turned my face towards her and backed up to look in me in the eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s alright to look. You’re curious, I know that.”
“It’s… it’s not like that, Mom.” I responded in a weak voice. I turned my face away but she turned it back toward her again.
“Tell me then. Tell me what it’s like. You want to be my Baby Boy again, don’t you?” She saw the look on my face. I tried to keep from smiling, but the thought of being a baby and getting to be just like Vicki was too much.
Mom smiled and touched the tip of her nose to mine. “You will always be my Baby too. You know that. Don’t you?” She arched her eyebrows and watched for my response. She looked so cute and so hot at that moment. This could not be my Mom I was looking at could it? I suddenly felt so confused.
“Plus,” she started, “There is plenty of Mommy to go around.”
With that, she leaned back and repositioned her head on the pillow, her legs stretched out behind me, and she slowly pushed her shirt above her breasts. She was smiling and breathing heavily, watching and waiting for my reaction. All it took was one touch of her fingers on my arm and I couldn’t stand it. I slowly went to her.
I remember kneeling between her legs, sitting back and looking down at her breasts, both of which looked full even after the Vicki’s feeding. But what did I know about if breasts were full or not? They were the most incredible thing I had ever seen though. Those bright blue veins were much more prominent close up, and I could make out every little detail on each of her swollen globes. I felt my mouth actually watering. Watering for a taste of my mother’s breasts; for her milk maybe. I had the urge to just bury my face between them and never come up for air. This was all new to me too, as I had always been more attracted to legs than breasts. Why now, why this?
Mom saw me hesitating, as I was still not sure I should do this. So without saying a word she reached for both of my arms and pulled herself to a sitting position in front of me. Never breaking eye contact, she moved her face as close to mine without touching and then placed my hands on each of her breasts. I was shaking and as I ran my palms around, feeling their weight in my hands, Mom let out what could only be described as a contented sigh; as if she had been holding her breath for the last few seconds.