Mother's Milk_(1)

Mother's Milk

Note: Not my story, but certainly one that I have for my

collection. It is a very interesting approach to a

seduction by a mother.

Jack pushed the door open with his foot awkwardly and

entered his house. Both his hands were occupied; he was

carrying with a large plastic bag of disposable diapers

in one hand and two bags of groceries precariously

balanced in other arm. Jack set the packages on the

kitchen table.

"Mom?" No answer.

He looked in her bedroom, and saw his mother cradling his

baby brother. A half-empty plastic bottle was lying near

her feet. Both mom and baby were fast asleep. The scene

looked so peaceful compared to night before when Bobby

kept them both up with his frantic crying. He tried to

help by preparing his bottle and bouncing the little

guy, but nothing seemed to help. Finally, his mom had

told him to go back to sleep because of the Chemistry

test he had tomorrow. Under protest he went back to bed

while Bobby still wailed. He thought he would have

trouble going to sleep but he must have gone out as soon

as his head hit the pillow.

Jack stood there for a moment in the soft light of the

bedroom. His mom must be exhausted - she was still awake

with Bobby went he got up this morning to go to school.

She was a strong person, someone who had more than her

shares of hardships in life but someone who rarely

complained. She was still a young woman, only 32, and

still young to be hopeful that happiness could still be

found in her life. With her sparkling eyes, golden blond

hair, and good figure men found her attractive. She had

no trouble finding suitors, but she always managed to

end up with the wrong guy.

He watched his mom as she dozed. She was beautiful even

without makeup and with mussed hair, and beautiful even

wearing an old yellow-print sun dress. Jack noticed that

the buttons in front of her dress were undone and a

large wet pink nipple was protruding.

Jack felt a sudden flash of shame and looked quickly

away. She had been trying to unsuccessfully to breast

feed Bobby again. Contrary to popular opinion it is not

at all uncommon for babies to have difficulties breast

feeding. Dr. Powers explained to Mom that many factors

may be to blame including the mother's diet and level of

stress. Fortunately, almost all babies who have trouble

breast feeding have no problem feeding from a bottle.

Mom was heartbroken, feeling like a failure as a mother.

Bobby was doing fine with formula but Mom kept trying to

get him to nurse. Jack secretly found the idea of

breast feeding exciting. Since puberty he had the usual

teen-aged boy's fascination with breasts. At 16 his

sexual experiences were confined to some groping in the

backseat of his car where a few times he had managed to

slip his hand into Sara Jo's brassiere and feel the

softness underneath. When he attempted to remove her bra

she had protested, and the mood was broken. Sara Jo was

a little on the chubby-side but had a healthy bust line

that sent tongues wagging throughout high school.

Sara Jo was nothing compared to Jack's own mother,

however. His mom had had a slender frame with large,

heavy breasts. Secretly, Jack had looked through the

laundry to find one of his mother's brassiere. Feeling

both ashamed and excited Jack read the faded tag on his

mother's brassiere - 38C. Hoping his mother would not

notice, Jack hid the brassiere under the frame of his

bed from which he would sometimes take it out to study

when alone. Jack, in his readings on his favorite

subject, learned that a women's breasts could increase

up to two cup sizes during pregnancy; and, sure enough,

the new nursing bra his mother had purchased was an

incredible 38DD. Jack had wondered why size DD was used

instead of E, but he decided that this was yet another

of the many mystery's privy only to women and unknowable

by men. **

At the time of her pregnancy Mom's boyfriend Bill was

living with them. Bill was a crude man who would

periodically come home drunk and angry at the world.

When /Bill came home late one night he slapped Mom hard

across the face because dinner was cold. Jack tried to

intervene, but the bigger man threw him across the room.

"Please, Bill, leave Jack alone." His mother screamed.

Jack felt dizzy and hurt but he got managed to get back

on his feet. He started toward Bill again.

"Jack, please." his mother pleaded.

Bill ignored Jack, and pulled Mom toward the bedroom

roughly by the arm. His mother looked toward Jack with

a look of resignation.

"I'll be OK, Jack. Please stay out of it.", she whispered

to him painfully as Bill pulled her.

Bill slammed the bedroom door behind them, leaving Jack

standing outside feeling impotent and weak. Their voices

through the door were angry and loud at first. After a

few minutes the voices were softer, and Jack could hear

the familiar rhythmic creaking of his mother's mattress.

**

A few months later Mom had discovered that she was

pregnant. Bill acted happy and said they would now get

married; but he didn't come home the next evening. Mom

tried repeatedly to call Bill at work, but Bill just hung

up on Mom when he heard Mom's voice. Mom was, of course,

broken-hearted. She had dealt with men running out on

her before, but this time she was pregnant. Jack's own

father had also left shortly after Jack was born but at

least he and Mom had been married. Mom broke down and

sobbed in Jack's arms. Jack told his Mom not to worry.

They didn't need anyone else. He would be the man of

house. And Jack did help take care of his Mom. He took

over cleaning the house and doing the grocery shopping,

and even had gotten a part-time job at the local

fast-food joint to help supplement their income. When

his Mom enrolled in Lamaze classes at the local

hospital, Jack volunteered to be his mom's coach but

Mom's younger sister, Aunt Jane, said it wasn't proper

and took his place as coach. **

Some women look overwrought when pregnant, showing the

weight of the demands pregnancy places on their bodies.

Other women bloom like flowers, glowing with the

radiance of the life growing within them. Mom was in the

latter category. Her face was positively beaming with

the promise of life, and her slender figure blossomed

into Rubenesque proportions with Mom's already large

breasts became heavier and fuller.

Most of Mom's Lamaze training became useless because some

complications arose and a Cesarean had to be performed.

He was forced to stay outside in the Waiting Room while

Aunt Jane with Mom in the delivery room. He was

overjoyed the nurse announced that he now had a healthy

baby brother, 9 pounds 7 ounces. The nurse led him into

the hospital room where his mother laid dreamily in the

bed holding the little baby. He kissed Mom on the

forehead and held his sleepy baby brother cautiously.

"Meet your new baby brother, Robert Joseph - Bobby." she

announced proudly.

His mom unbuttoned the top few buttons her nightgown.

Casually, she reached in, and an enormous white breast

capped with a glistening pink nipple flopped out.

"Uhhh, Mom. Do you want me to leave?" he said nervously.

He averted his eyes quickly, but he kept finding his eyes

drawn back where he would steal quick peeks of his

mother's bare breast. He rarely saw his mother's breasts

except for quick glances when she would lean over in a

low-cut nightgown. He was actually shocked - and excited

- at his mother's sudden casual display of nudity in

front of him.

"Don't be silly, Jack. I'm going to try to get Bobby to

nurse."

She took Bobby to her nipple. Bobby mouth was against the

nipple but he didn't suck. She lifted her heavy breast

to position it better, and a thin white liquid squirted

in the air from the top of his mom's nipple. Jack was

fascinated.

"I hope he's hungry - I've been uncomfortable lately

since I started lactating." Jack just nodded nervously

and tried to look away. She tried to coax little Bobby

to nurse, but he just looked bewildered with his

unfocused eyes. At one point some of the drippings of

Mom's milk got on Bobby's lips but he still didn't get

the hint.

"He's probably still tired. I try later."

She put Bobby back into the hospital bassinet where he

immediately fell asleep.

"The doctor says I should be ready to go home the day

after tomorrow."

She held Jack's hand warmly.

"Thanks, Jack, for all the help you've given me. I know

that this hasn't been the best of times for you."

"It hasn't been the best of times for you either Mom, but

I'll always be there for you, Mom." he said tenderly.

"Jack!" she was smiling mischievously, "you're staring

at me!", Jack looked away ashamed from his Mom's bare

breast. Mom pushed her exposed breast safely back into

the folds of her nightgown.

"Don't be embarrassed, Jack.", she said warmly as she

unhurriedly re-buttoned her nightgown. "I certainly know

from personal experience about the fascination of

teen-aged boys with breasts", she laughed. He was hot

with embarrassment but his mother held his hand

reassuringly.

"Breast feeding is the most natural thing in the world.

Please don't be embarrassed when I'm nursing Bobby, OK?"

"OK, Mom." He hung his head down. He crossed his legs

slightly to hide his erection, and prayed to God that

she didn't see that!

She woke up, smiling when she saw him standing over

her.

"Rough day, eh, Mom?"

She rubbed her eyes. "Yeah. He didn't calm down until

after you left this morning. I tried again to get him to

nurse but I had no luck." she said sadly.

He took Bobby from her and placed him in his cradle in

the nursery. He wrapped him tight in the knit blanket

Aunt Jane had made. Mom was still sitting in the chair

when he returned, trying to shake the sleep from her

eyes. He noticed that her dress was still unbuttoned and

his mother's bare breast was still hanging out. He could

see that it was heavy with milk. Since he moved the baby

he now noticed that the front of her dress was soaked.

She was lactating heavily.

She looked down at herself. "God, I'm a mess." She

lifted the front of her dress slightly, which opened the

unbuttoned portion of her dress further, exposing the

white nursing bra underneath. She lifted the breast that

was exposed to close the cup flap of the nursing bra,

and her nipple shoot a white spray of warm milk that

landed on Jack's shirt.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jack." She closed the flap on her

nursing bra, securely tucking away her breast.

"Uh, that's OK, Mom." He felt the warm wetness of her

milk against his chest as it soaked through his shirt.

It was a not unpleasant sensation.

"Excuse me, Jack, while I clean up.", his mom said as

she finally got up from the chair.

"Sure, Mom." he left the room, closing the door behind

him.

He checked on Bobby who was still fast asleep. Poor

little guy must have exhausted himself. He, then, put

the groceries and was deciding what to fix for dinner

when his mother suddenly called for him from the bedroom.

He opened his Mom's bedroom door. He was surprised to

see his mother half- naked sitting on her bed. Her wet

sun dress was laying crumbled in a ball on the floor.

His mother was dressed only in panties and nursing

brassiere. The flaps on each cup of the bra were open,

exposing his mother's heavy, swollen breasts. The

nipples were bright red and engorged, and dripping with

milk. Her figure since the pregnancy was softly padded

voluptuous curves instead of the trim figure she had

previously. In spite of himself Jack grew immediately

hard with the cock throbbing almost painfully.

"Jack, the pump isn't working." She said desperately.

She didn't appear to be aware of her nakedness in front

of him - or the effect it was having on him.

The pump was an electric pump that she had rented from

the hospital to pump the milk from his mom's breasts

when they became painfully engorged. Since Mom couldn't

get Booby to nurse, she had to use the pump every few

hours to relieve the pressure. He never actually saw her

use it since she would always use it in private with her

door closed. Since his Mom had no problem exposing her

breasts in front of him to try and nurse Bobby, he

suspected the real reason for her modesty about the pump

was that the pump represented her failure to breast

feed.

He looked over the pump. The electric connections at

least visually seemed to be good. He pressed lightly on

a few mechanical pieces, but he saw no problem.

He flicked on the switch. Nothing happened.

He felt around the moist cup of the machine. "Mom,

maybe you have to ... stick it in to activate it." His

mom lifted her heavy breast and gently pushed her left

breast inside in pump's cup. Since his hand was still

touching the outside cup of the cup, looking for a

micro switch of some kind, his mom's breast rested

lightly against his index finger. It felt warm and full.

He was too scared and too excited to move his hand, but

she said nothing.

He flicked the switch with his other hand. Nothing. It

seemed like an electrical problem and he tugged slightly

on the electric connections again and flicked the switch

one more time.

Nothing.

"I can't get it, Mom. Maybe we can take it back to the

hospital for another."

"They're closed now, Jack. Their rental office is only

open 9-5." She pulled herself out of the pump, brushing

against his index finger as she did.

She started to cry.

"Jack, I'm a failure as a mother. You shouldn't have to

take care of me."

"I want to, Mom." he interrupted.

"I can't even nurse my own baby. I can't do anything

right." she sobbed.

"Dr. Powers ..." he tried to say.

"I know what Dr. Powers said, Jack, but I still feel like

a failure. I even have to use this damn machine to pump

myself out, and even that's not working!"

"Mom, don't cry." He hugged her and felt his mom's bare

breasts pressed heavily against his chest. Immediately,

he backed away.

"Jack, they hurt!" she said desperately cupping her

breasts.

"Maybe, we should call Dr. Powers's office, Mom."

She looked at him questioningly.

"What, Mom?"

"Jack... I nursed you when you were a baby. You didn't

have any problems. I nursed you until you were nine

months old."

"Mom, what are you saying?"

"Jack, if you don't want to do this its OK, I'll

understand." she looked at him pleadingly.

"Jack, would it be so wrong if I asked you to ... suck

out my milk."

Suck out her milk? His heart was racing.

"Jack, you're still my son just like Bobby. Please

nurse me." His cock was painfully hard now and his mouth

felt dry.

"Please, Jack. Do this for me."

"Uh, yeah, M-mom." he stuttered.

"How are we going to do ... do this?" he asked

nervously.

She crawled up further on the bed and sat up with her

back against the bed frame. The was a fantasy of Jack's

secret-most dreams. Settle down. That's your mother

there, he thought. She only wants you to do what the pump

is supposed to do. Nothing more.

"Come here, Baby." his mother said lovingly.

He looked at his mom waiting for him on the bed on the

looking like every man's innermost fantasy. He didn't

think of the nursing bra as something sexy before but

now he realized that it could have been something out of

Frederick's of Hollywood. It supported the heavy weight

of his mother's breasts, lifting them high as if putting

them on display. With the cup flaps open, exposing only

the front of his mom's breasts, the bra actually

accentuated their nakedness.

Dreamily, he climbed up on the bed to his mother. She

pulled him to her. Her nipple was bright red and

glistened with the milk that was leaking out. She held

him by the back of the head, gently bringing him to her

breast. A hard nipple brushed against his lips and

released more fluid. He opened his mouth instinctively

and took in the nipple. It tasted sweet from the milk. He

reached under and cupped the breast. It was heavy with

milk. He tentatively sucked, and was surprised at the

gush of milk that suddenly filled his mouth.

His mother's milk was like cow's milk except it was

thinner and sweeter. He savored the warm milk. The milk

started to overflow his mouth and drip down his chin

onto his chest. He swallowed his mother's milk to stop to

overflow, and discovered that that action caused even

more milk to flow from his mother's teat. He sucked

harder, drinking deep from the fluid of life. As he

drained more milk from mother's breast he could feel the

swelling of her breast slowly diminishing. Her body

started relaxing as he relieved the painful pressure.

While he sucked, the other nipple brushed against the

side of his face, causing milk to drip down his cheek.

"That's it, Jack. You're doing fine." She kissed the

top of his head and ran her fingers playfully through

his hair.

He sucked hungrily at his mom's breast, and greedily

swallowed the milk with loud gulps. He held on tightly

with both hands to the soft abundance of her breast.

Jack knew that this was all he ever needed. As he sucked

at his mother's tit he knew all other experiences in his

life would pale compared to this. He could feel his

mother's body start to stir with excitement. She pressed

his head firmly to his breast and started spreading her

legs.

"Oh, Jack." She started moaning. He continued to suck

hard until the flow drained to a tinkle. Without even

thinking or looking his mouth found his mother's other

nipple. A fresh gush of milk filled his mouth. His

mother's legs were now wrapped around Jack's knee.

"Come on, Jack." she moaned softly. Jack's cock was

throbbing.

Unconsciously he started rubbing it against his mother's

thigh through his trousers. He found a rhythm, and

continued to suck deeply at his mother's nipple. Jack

decided to test the nipple with his tongue as he sucked.

When his tongue lightly touched her nipple he felt the

electricity go through his mother's body. He played with

the nipple as he continued to suck, and his mother's

body started quaking. He could feel her wetness even

through her panties and his trousers as his mom ground

her crouch against his knee.

"Oh, baby..." she now moaned loudly.

Her breast was almost completely drained. Jack

continued to suck the last of the milk as he teased his

nipple with his tongue.

"Oh ... oh ... oh!" His mother's body was jack-knifing

now as she moaned.

Jack felt faint as he ejaculated in violent spasms in

his pants. They both laid there silently. Jack's lips

where still on his mother's breast but he had stopped

sucking.

"Jack?" He was almost asleep. "Jack?"

"Uh." He laid there almost catatonic against the warmth

of his mother's body.

"Jack, I think its time we got up." she said in a soft

voice. Jack forced himself to sit up. He looked at his

mom and felt embarrassed and guilty. But she only smiled

back sweetly at him. Her mother's breasts were wet with

milk as was the rest of her front. He was a mess

himself, with milk on his mouth and dripping down his

chin to his shirt, which was completely soaked through

with his mother's milk.

"Thanks, Sweetie. I don't know what I would do without

you." He felt his mother's breasts brush against him as

she kissed him on the cheek. Jack was dazed. His head

felt like it was full of cotton. Had this just taken

place? He felt like he was dreaming. Did his mother

really come? He didn't have enough experience to judge

such things. He had certainly come. He felt the wetness

at his groin. Did she know?

"Jack, can you give me some privacy while I clean up?"

"Uh, sure, Mom." said slowly. He lifted himself

awkwardly off the bed.

"And clean yourself, too". He looked backed at his

mother still sitting half- naked on the bed. She gave

him a wink, which made tingles travel down his spine.

He closed his mother's door behind him; and now felt

very alone and confused.

Jack checked on Bobby who still sound asleep. He fixed

some hamburgers and tried to keep himself busy so he did

not have to think about what had just taken place. Had

it really happened?

The bedroom door creaked open. His mom emerged dressed in

a frilly white robe.

"Uh, hi Mom.", he said nervously.

"Ouch!" He burned his hand on the stove.

His mother ran to him. "Are you all right, Jack?" She

held his hand and gave it a kiss.

"Yeah, I'm OK, Mom."

"Jack, are you bothered by what we just did?" she asked

seriously.

"Uh, I don't know, Mom." He was unsure what to say.

She held each of his hands, and looked him lovingly in

the eyes.

"Jack, you did me a favor. I was suffering because the

pump wasn't working." She held him by the shoulders.

"You - we - didn't do anything wrong in there, Jack.

You're my son just like Bobby is. Because you're older

doesn't mean that its wrong for you but right for him."

He nodded quickly.

"Look - I know you probably enjoyed it. I told you I

knew about teen-aged boys and their fixations." She

smiled slyly.

"And I'll confess that I enjoyed it, too. It's the way

a woman's anatomy is designed so that breast feeding

encourages bonding."

"Jack, you helped me out when I desperately needed it.

And the fact that we happened to both enjoy it doesn't

mean it's something to be ashamed of." She gave his a

motherly kiss on the forehead. He did feel better.

"Besides, we're going to have to do this later tonight

when I fill up again."

Despite himself he grew immediately hard.

"We have something to look forward to later." his mom

added with a hint of seduction.

They ate dinner together saying little. Afterwards,

Bobby woke up. The long sleep must have done him good

because he was more pleasant than he normally was just

waking from a nap. He was scheduled to work tonight from

8-10, so he kissed his mom and Bobby good-bye and drove

off. At work he couldn't keep his mind off of his

mother. He kept looking at his watch as he bagged

groceries.

When work was over he left immediately rather than

stopping to chat with Sara Jo or some of his buddies. A

couple of times he had to slow down after he glanced

down at the speedometer and realized how fast he was

driving. When he finally got home it was dark except for

his mother's bedroom. He walked over to his mother's

open doorway. She was sitting on the side of her bed

wearing the same frilly robe. The bed was now made with

the covers turned neatly down.

She smiled at him. He smiled back nervously.

"I've been waiting for you, Jack. I'm getting sore."

She stood up and removed the robe. She let it drop to the

floor. Jack was startled. Instead of the nursing bra and

the plain white panties from Sears, his mom was wearing

only a fancy pair of panties. The panties had the French

cut with the leg of the panties sexily rising up her hip.

He did not even remember seeing these panties in his

secret excursions into his mother's lingerie drawer. His

mom's breast were large and swollen, but still hung high

by themselves. The nipples were engorged and pink, and

glistened with the wetness of her milk. He stood there

in awe at his mother's nakedness.

"Oh ... Mom." He heard his voice saying. He immediately

felt embarrassed and had to look away.

Seeing his embarrassment, his mother smiled.

"Don't be embarrassed, Jack. Come to your mother." She

took his hand and led Jack to her bed. She sat up

against the headboard as before and spread her legs

slightly. She pulled Jack to her and Jack immediately

began to suck. It was better this time. He knew what to

do as he steadily drained his mother's boob. He felt her

mother's body relax against him as he removed the

pressure in her breast. He drank deep from her warm,

sweet milk. With his tongue he started teasing the tip

of her nipple, and as before his mother's body starting

stirring under him. She wiggled against him while he

sucked and played with his mom's nipple.

When the breast was drained he automatically switched

to the other. A gush of warm milk shot into his mouth as

soon as his mouth clamped onto the nipple. He could feel

the excitement starting to build in himself and his mom.

They pressed their bodies against each other. In their

squirming they unconsciously - or was it deliberate -

re-positioned themselves until their hips were pressed

tightly together. Jack's throbbing erection was pressed

against his mother's couch through the layers of his

trousers and her panties. Jack finally drained the

second breast but kept sucking hungrily at his mom's

breast. She didn't seem to mind, though, because they

were now pushing rhythmically against each other.

Caught up in the fever of the excitement, Jack

cautiously reached down under him to the waistband of

his mother's panties. His mother quickly grabbed his

hand and pulled it away. Scared he had gone too far with

his mother, Jack started pulling away from his mom, but

she pushed him back onto her. She was setting her limits

just like Sara Jo did. He sucked his mother harder now

and let his teeth scrape very lightly against his mom's

nipple.

"Oh, Jack - Jack - Jack ..." His mother's hips jerked

against him. His mother's excitement caused his dam to

finally burst. He bucked rhythmically against his mother

and came in a shuddering climax.

"Mommm...." he heard himself moan.

They laid still for a few minutes not saying a word. He

felt the warmth of his mother's body against him. Unlike

last time there was not mistaking what each of them had

felt this time. Jack had never seen a woman orgasm but

now had no doubt that this is what his mother had felt.

He thought it pretty obvious to his mother that he had

came too. Another thing was different, too; this time

Jack did not feel the shame he had felt before. He still

felt somewhat unsure but he knew that this second time

he and his mother had known what they were doing. The

first time could have been accidental, but there was no

mistaking their intend this time.

"You OK, Jack?" He rolled off his mother.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm OK."

"It was good wasn't it, Jack?"

"Uh, Mom, ..."

She looked at him and smiled.

"It's OK to say you liked it, Jack. We didn't do anything

wrong." his mother said in a clear voice.

"Yeah, Mom, ... I liked it. I liked it a lot." he

beamed. He did feel better.

He didn't want to leave but his mom told him it was

time for both of them to get ready for bed - in own

separate beds. Jack stripped, cleaned himself up and put

his pajamas on. He heard his Mom getting Bobby his

bottle. Jack said goodnight to his mother, and gave her

a kiss on the lips that lingered for just a while longer

than a kiss that a son gives his mother.

Jack laid in bed in the dark. He masturbated earnestly.

Instead of Sara Jo or some Playmate, Jack was now openly

fantasizing about his mother. He came, pumping more

semen than he had thought was still left in him. He fell

in a sound sleep soon after.

Jack slept restlessly, tossing and turning. A kiss.

Another kiss. He opened his eyes and saw his mother

peering out of the darkness. He realized that his cock

was hard and sticking out of his pajama pants. He

quickly put himself back in, hoping Mom didn't see.

Although, did it matter any more?

"Jack, its time again." she said very somberly for

something that was exciting to both of them. He sat up

and held his head.

"Uh, OK, Mom." he said groggily. He looked at his

digital clock and saw it was 3:15am. She stood there a

minute silently.

"In my bedroom, Jack." she finally said.

He followed his mother into the bedroom. The room was

dark. She opened her robe. He could see the outline of

his mother's nakedness. Was she still wearing the

panties? He smelled the earthy dairy smell coming from

her milk. She climbed up on the bed and Jack followed.

He went to his mother's breast and suckled.

Efficiently, he drained away the pressure and felt his

mother's body start to relax against him. He teased her

nipple, biting it lightly while he continued to nurse

from his mother. Instinctively, his mother opened her

legs further and started squirming her ass.

He pushed himself up against his mom's body. His cock

slipped out again from his pajamas and pressed against

the coolness of his mother's panty.

He was prepared to move but his mother showed no

resistance. With both hands he squeezed his mother's tit

and engulfed the stream of warm milk that shot into his

mouth. They were both excited now as he started

dry-humping his mom.

"Jack!" she blurted out loudly. But she must have shouted

his name of excitement rather than concern that things

were going too far because she made no move to stop him.

He drained his mother's tit and immediately went for the

other one. He clamped onto the nipple and drunk down the

stream of milk. His cock, having a life of its own,

pressed at his mom's inner thigh and tried to gain

entrance to the dark mysteries underneath the panties by

snaking its way under the leg band. He pressed and

pressed by he couldn't get in!

Emboldened by his mother's writhing he very cautious

reached down to the leg band where his cock was probing.

Slowly, he pulled at the elastic. He was prepared to

quickly withdraw his hand if his mother showed the least

resistance, but she continued squirming against him as if

she didn't notice. He pushed his cock into his mother's

panty. The elastic pulled tight against his cock, but it

was not an unpleasant sensation. The tip of his cock

found the entrance to his mother's pussy. It was

definitely wet, and emanated a warm from within.

He paused for a moment not sure to really wanted to go

through with this step. Did he really want to do this?

Was he prepared for this? He bit at her nipple while

continuing to suck his mother's milk. She was moaning

now and wrapped her legs around him. He wasn't sure if

this was to encourage him, or whether his mother in her

excitement was really oblivious to what he was doing.

Jack could not see how he could turn back at this point.

He was feverish, and felt beads of perspiration on his

forehead. This wasn't just his doing, or was it? He was

so confused, but he knew he had to do it. He could not

go on with his life not knowing, not plunging into the

mysteries of his mother after having come this far.

Jack pushed slightly, and felt himself slid into his

mother's pussy like butter. It was so easy, and, yet,

this was an act that would forever change his

relationship with his mother. Everything they had done

previously was, by and large, innocent. She needed him

to suck her milk to relieve her discomfort. If they both

derived pleasure from it, there was no shame. Despite

the heated play, they were still acting as mother and

son. Now with his single act they had crossed the line

from mother and son to - lovers. He could not undo what

had been done, but he was not sure he wanted to undo it.

They both paused for a minute. Now fully aware of what

had been done - and what could not be undone. His

mother, then, reached behind him and grabbed his

buttocks. She pulled him to her, making him slid all the

way inside of her. The feeling was indescribable. It

was like a tight, wet, warm velvet glove was lovingly

grabbing his cock.

"Oh, Jack. Oh, my baby."

Mom's last breast was now almost drained. Jack and his

mother started slowly fucking while Jack continued to

suckle the last of her milk. He pushed his pelvis; and

his cock slid effortlessly the rest of the way into his

mother's warmth. His origin. His source. It felt like

heaven. I should have felt dirty and perverted, but it

felt so natural and wonderful to make love with this

beautiful woman who gave him birth.

Tentatively he pulled out slightly and pushed back. The

friction send fire into his loins. He knew his mother

felt the same because he felt her return his thrusts by

arching her hips. Was this fucking? In Jack's private

readings on the subject he had heard of many

dysfunction's and problems regarding sex. He had thought

it hopelessly complicated, but nothing could seem as

natural to Jack, then, than fucking his mother.

"Jack..." his mom moaned. Jack knew that she was close.

Jack lifted his body up a bit and kissed his mother. He

could feel her bare breasts pressing his chest. Milk

still leaking from them was soaking his pajama shirt.

His mother returned his kiss, and soon his tongue snaked

its way into her mouth. Mother and son embraced and

kissed deeply while their hips banged together.

Tension built in his loins, and Jack fought for control

against his own body. His mother pinched his buttocks

tight as she forcefully pulled him to her.

"Mom!" he tried to shout in warning. But it was too

late. He came in a violent eruption, ejaculated in waves

into his mother.

"Oh, Jack..." His mother wrapped her legs around him, and

pushed her hips back and forth against him.

"Jack ..." Her cry softening into a whimper.

Jack could feel his mother's body relax against him. He

tried to climb off his mother but she pulled him back to

her. They were both silent. Jack could feel his mother's

heartbeat against him slowly climb back to normal.

Eventually, he rolled off his mother and laid next to

her. Both exhausted, they both fell asleep holding one

another.

The next morning the sun woke Jack up. He was

immediately disoriented. He looked around and saw he

was in his mother's room. He looked over and saw his

mother naked sleeping next to him. Panic set in. What had

he done? What should he do?

Jack laid there next to his mother staring at ceiling.

He discovered that he too was naked - he must have

removed and kicked off the rest of his pajamas during

the night. He felt his mother stirring. She opened her

eyes groggily and also looked disoriented. She met his

eyes, and Jack looked away guiltily.

"Morning, Jack." she said in a flat voice.

"Morning, Mom." Jack muttered in reply.

"Mom, ... I'm sor.." she pressed her finger to his lips.

"Don't be sorry, Jack. I should have known it was going

to come to this. It just .. felt so good. And its been

too long for me, Baby." She stroked his cheek tenderly.

"It was good, Jack. Better than I would have thought.

But we can't let this happen again. It's wrong. You've

done so much for me, and now I feel I've taken advantage

of you."

"M-mom, you didn't ..." he started to stutter.

She cut him off. "Jack, let's never discuss this

again, please?" she said firmly. Jack nodded in

agreement.

"Now, Jack could you please give me some privacy while

I get dressed?"

Jack got out of bed, and quickly grabbing his pajamas

that were in crumbled ball next to his mothers panties.

When had she taken them off? Embarrassed, Jack clutched

the pajamas to his groin, and quickly left his mother's

bedroom. He closed the door behind him and put on his

pajamas.

His mother, dressed in a loose white dress, came to the

kitchen table carrying Bobby. They ate breakfast

together mostly silent. He tried to busy himself reading

the paper while his Mom held the bottle for Bobby while

at the same time ate her breakfast.

Jack looked at the clock.

"Mom, I'd better - I'll be late for school." He tried

to look away as he gave his mom a quick peck on the

cheek. As he was almost out the door, his mother said,

"Jack, you're coming home at lunch time, right?" He

looked back at his mother puzzled.

"You have to ...", she cupped his breast, "you know."

Jack didn't know what to say.

"Ah, sure Mom."

His mom gave him a sly look. "... unless you want to

get another pump from the hospital." she added. "M-momm,

I-I won't have time to stop - I'm running late." Jack

stammered. She looked back at Jack and smiled.

"OK, you can pick up it when you want - but I'll need

you."

"Yeah, Mom, sure."

In a whisper she added, "But like yesterday, Jack -

not like last night."

"Yeah ... sure."

Jack was so confused that he muttered a good-bye to his

mother and hurried out the door. In school Jack was

listless, and had trouble concentrating. He got the

results back on his Chemistry exam and found gotten an

"A". At least some things in his life where going all

right. Sara Jo tried to make eye contact with him during

class but Jack just returned her a forced smile and

looked away. Jack kept looking at his watch nervously.

Jack rushed out the door as soon as the noon bell rang.

He found himself speeding again, and had to make a

conscious effort to slow down. Jack was going home for

his - noon feeding?

His mom was in the bedroom sitting on the bed waiting for

him. As before she had the nursing bra on with the flaps

pulled back to expose her swollen breasts. Unlike

before, though, his mother wore no panties. She was nude

- bare except for the nursing bra that only emphasized

rather than concealed her nudity. She laid there

inviting before him. With his eyes Jack traced the

outline of his mother's smooth legs up to her soft blond

fuzz of public hair.

She looked at Jack somewhat sheepishly and seductively

at the same time. "Surprised, Jack?" she looked at him.

"Jack, I don't know if what we did together was right

or not, but I know I don't want it to end." His mother

sat up more on the bed which caused her breasts to

juggle delightfully.

"I've been getting all worked up this morning just

thinking about, Jack. God help me, but I know I don't

want what we had together to stop.". Tears were welling

in her eyes now."

"My life has been such a mess, and now I've made a mess

of yours." "No, Mom!" He protested.

"I wonder if its so wrong to be intimate with my own

son. It should be wrong, but it feels so good - and not

just the physical kind of good." She looked at him with

pleading eyes.

"Jack, if you don't want to - I'll understand - but

please don't think badly of your mother."

Jack's cock was throbbing so badly he was afraid he was

going to come in pants just standing there. He went to

her bed!

-=[ THE END ]=-