Milking, Mother & Sonbyayrestom37©
Milking Mother & Son
Let's start by saying that this isn't one of those stories where the mother has made it rich or is the perfect ten in every aspect. But how do I describe my mother? The woman who birthed me almost twenty years ago and has done her best to provide me with all I could ever need.
I couldn't have asked for a more loving parent even if I'd wanted to. If I needed support in any way, she's always been there to pick me up and dust me off and then tell me everything will be ok. That no matter what she'll always be there for me. I feel loved and that's something that's not so easy to come by these days.
I only hope that she feels the same about me. I feel safe with her. It's so hard to explain in words, but I can be more with her than when I'm with anyone else. Like anything is possible.
Her given name is Kelly Marie Andrews, but to me "Mom" is so much more intimate a term to describe the woman she is. And she is all woman! No doubt about it. Her looks alone make it hard to look at her as my mother and not some milf I see walking down the street
At 5'7", 152lbs. her proportions are what my dreams are made of. Nice full hips, accentuated by a perky butt. Two of her girl friends gave her one of those free week memberships at the gym a couple of years ago and she has been completely hooked ever since. She says it's a breeze to work out when her friends are there, sweating with her.
Thank you Zumba!
It's lifted her butt into a glorious thing to behold. Nice and high; with a good roundness to it. One look and you can tell she spends time working out. Those tight spandex pants she works out in are so hot. They are as smooth as silk wrapped around her bare ass. I mean to say you can tell she doesn't wear underwear. There's no way she would be caught dead with a panty line in something that tight. If she did it would have to be a tiny thong or something like it.
Oh that sweet ass. That's where my eyes go every time she walks by and I can sneak a peak. I think I should feel guilty but damn, I just can't stop looking and wondering what she looks like without anything on.
We've always been close enough that she asks my opinion on almost everything she wears. That equates to me getting asked questions like, "Does my butt look fat in these jeans? Does this shirt make me look whoreish or professional? Can you see my panty line in this skirt? Don't let me go out of this house looking funny now. Etc..." It also equates to her parading around in front of me in barely a stitch of clothing on, especially when she's changing back and forth between outfits. My imagination goes wild with thoughts of reaching out and touching her bare skin.
Bras and panties are a regular thing around our house. As is talking about everything in our lives, from work, to school, to friends, lovers, sex, drugs, you name it we've talked about it. I haven't ever known a different way to do things; it's simply the way it's always been between us.
I don't think that she knows how much I lust after her. If she did, she might behave differently around me. Or she might reach out and take my hands, only to place them possibly on her hips and then slowly pull them towards her butt. I would hug my face to her navel as I take handfuls of her flesh into my kneading palms. Snap back to reality. I'm so horny when I'm around her it drives me crazy to the point of animalistic needs.
Her breasts are equally impressive at a 36B or C cup depending on what time of the month and that sort of thing. Not too large and not to small. Oh how I would like to nuzzle my face in between their creamy fullness. I fantasize about feeling their weight in my hands as I caress one and then the other. Slowly and methodically I lick around her areola and suck one pert nipple between my lips and then the other. I feel them growing in my mouth as I hear her breath becoming heavy. Mmm.
She is my Venus, and I'm hers Hercules. She tells me almost daily how she couldn't imagine going through life without me to share it with her. It's usually followed by a long hug with both arms wrapped around me with a kiss on the cheek. On occasion she holds both sides of my head in her hands and gives me one of those platonic motherly kisses right on the lips. When I'm alone I picture those moments turning into something more primal than platonic.
Obviously my mother has my attention. At nineteen, I'm a picture of hormones run rampant. I'm 6' tall and weigh 175lbs. The last couple of years I've finally started to fill out. I thought it would never happen. I spent all of high school being the skinny runt but now just like mom said would happen, I've just recently starting to gain some weight and grow some muscles.
Granted, being coerced by my mother to join the gym with her hasn't hurt anything at all.
She is constantly telling me how big my arms are looking and always comments on my abs. I love it when she grabs my arms and gets me to flex for her. If she only knew how turned on I get when she touches me like that. The other really noticeable thing is my abs. Honestly, when you're nineteen, having a six pack is not that difficult really. My mother however thinks differently. If I have my shirt off around the house it's guaranteed to get a whistle or some kind of comment related to how good my stomach looks.
Talk about motivation to continue working out.
I try to do the same for her, by giving her compliments as often as I can, telling her things like, If she wasn't my mother I would be checking her out if she walked by, and it shows in her figure how much she works out by how tight her legs and butt are. Sometimes when were sitting down next to each other I put my hand on her thigh and give it a squeeze, then tell her how tight her muscles feel. That's usually when she stretches out a leg and gives me a flexed calf to look at and then it's my turn to give a whistle.
I may be young but I do know that complimenting a woman goes along way in getting what you want. That applies to just about anything; allowance, car keys, hand jobs, sex. No matter what that anything is. I've had a few girlfriends that have proven my philosophy about this.
Now that you know a little bit about how I feel towards my mother and some of the details about our life, I'd like to tell you about how our life together really got started.
May was finally over and I could see the end of my school year in sight. It had been my first year at our local community college and so far things were going along pretty well. I had passed all my classes. So far I had only taken general courses so I didn't have to decide yet, which was good because I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Mom kept telling me that it would come to me when I least expected it. I believe her. Til then I guess I'll just hang out and see what happens.
Mom had been feeling down lately even though work was going really well. She's an ultra sound tech at the local hospital and apparently really good at what she does. She's been working there since she was nineteen, and has seniority over her department. That allows her to not have to work as hard as she used to, but back to her not feeling good. For the past few weeks she has been complaining about headaches and blurred vision. I finally talked her in to going to the hospital. As a patient! Who knew it was so hard to get a medical professional to go to the doctor. It's like pulling teeth I swear. I got her an appointment for that afternoon.
Of course they had lots of questions about her health, diet, exercise, and the lot. They also performed a bunch of blood tests and finally referred her to a specialist. He in turn referred her to an optometrist who finally told us what was going on. My mother was diagnosed with a pituitary gland problem.
What this meant was that her hormone levels were all out of whack. Her pituitary gland was enlarged and was causing pressure on her optical nerve which in turn was causing her vision to be blurred. It all sounded a lot worse than the doctor seemed to think it was. His first thoughts on everything seemed optimistic about mom being ok. He told us that with all the new drugs specifically designed for treating this problem we shouldn't worry too much at this point. The doctor gave mom a couple of different prescriptions to take that would hopefully reduce the size of her gland and also gave her some time off of work. (The time off she didn't complain about).
Neither one of us really had much to say about what the doctor was telling us. We were both kind of in shock at that point. I tried to snap out of it and keep an upbeat attitude about the whole thing for mom's sake. At least we had caught it before something horrible had happened is what I told my mother. She seemed to believe what I was saying and off we went to the pharmacy to pick up the prescriptions.
Talk about perfect timing with me being out of school and mom being at home all alone. It couldn't have worked out better. Mom was glad I was going to be home with her and told me so, profusely. I think she was feeling pretty emotional and needed the support that I could give her. I was glad to give to tell you the truth. Aside from my sexual attraction to her, she is my mother and I love her more than words can say.
After we had been home a couple of day's mom started to open up to me about some of the symptoms of her pituitary gland being swollen. She told me that she was getting headaches, blurry vision, feeling flush, some of which I already knew, but I listened like a good son should. Her periods had stopped a couple of months earlier and she could swear that her breasts were larger than they had been. She needed my support now more than ever and so did her massive breasts.
She asked me if I had noticed any difference in her chest size. How many times is your mother going to ask you if, 1. You have checked out her rack and noticed that they are larger than before, and 2. That she knows you have checked her out before to compare them to now. I was in heaven. I had her right where I wanted her. I had to think fast though. My plan involved having her remove her shirt so I could get a proper look since I was supposed to compare.
Our past relationship paved the way for her to immediately peel her shirt off over her head. As she asked "well what do you think honey?" "Do they look bigger?" Indeed they did look larger. They were spilling out of her bra to the point of looking funny. To say her bra was too small was like comparing it to holding ten handfuls of sand with two hands. It just wasn't going to happen.
I couldn't believe my luck at getting to blatantly stare and then comment on my mother's breasts without fear of reprisal.
"They do look bigger, are you sure your bra hasn't shrunk or something?" Flesh was coming out the front, sides, and bottom of her bra. "No, it's the same as my other bras are, nothing seems to fit anymore, and my breasts are constantly tingling and a little sore, even my nipples are aching." My first thought was to offer my services in rubbing them for her. I knew that that wasn't going to happen so I asked her if they had ever felt like this before.
"I can't be certain because it was such a long time ago but they feel like they did when I was pregnant with you." She had a deep in thought look on her face at this point. Lost in the memory of years long gone.
My advice was to call the doctor and talk to him about her symptoms before something got out of control. She pulled her shirt back over those wonderful globes of joy and hid them out of sight.
After talking to the doctor for what seemed like an hour. It was really only ten minutes; mom got off the phone and relayed to me everything the doctor had told her.
Her blood tests had come back and the results said that she had a high prolactin hormone count as well as a couple of other lower hormone levels that she didn't need to worry about at this point. He also said that they would do another ultra sound and blood tests of her pituitary in a couple of months, but that she would have to continue taking the medication she had already been prescribed in order to get it under control. He said unfortunately, she was going to have some side effects of the hormones and there wasn't much that he could do about it until the meds did their thing.
Mom said that prolactin is the hormone that causes women to start lactating prior to giving birth and that's why her breasts were feeling the way they are. The docs list of reactions to high prolactin levels could vary from the swelling and tingling she was experiencing now, to full on lactation. Wait, back that train up.
Did I just hear her right when she said that she might start having milk in those wonderful tits? "So does that mean your going to have milk in your breasts if it keeps going the way its going?" I asked. "That's what the doctor seems to think." "He said he has no idea if it will stop or not, it's too early to tell at this point."
I had so many questions at this point I didn't know what to say, but came up with. "Is there anything I can do for you mom?" "I mean it, anything, just name it."
"Thank you honey." And with that, she grabbed me and gave me one of her two armed hugs she is so famous for and told me she didn't know what she would do without me.
Her breasts really did feel bigger against my chest. I couldn't help myself in noticing how much they pushed us apart compared to usual. After a minute even mom said something about how different they felt between us.
As we let go of each other she brought her hands up to her breasts and squeezed them both while pushing up on them. "Oh, I have to go and get larger bras if this is how their going to be. Their so tender right now I can't believe it." " Will you go to the store with me and help me pick out some new bras?" " Of course I will mom, are you kidding? that sounds easy enough."
And off we went, headed to the mall and the lingerie store. We ended up in one of those chain boutiques where all the girls look the same. Mostly just annoying when you need a real bra and not a fake I have tiny boobs bra. We took one look around and then headed down the hall to the real bra store and found what we were looking for right away.
Mom in her pursuit to be in fashion, of course had to try on twenty different bras to end up with two. The best part of the whole trip was that she modeled each selection and wanted my opinion as to how each looked. Was the cup big enough, was the color right, did she look good in this one or that one? Of course she looked good, she was now pushing a 36D-36DD depending on the bra.
I may have skewed the results she would have gotten had she shopped by herself. My selections were a little more risqué than what she normally wears. Her flesh was firmly sitting atop two cups that held her breasts upward. It was as if two hands were gently cupping both breasts perfectly. A mere half an inch lower and her nipples would have been showing. Her areolas were visibl poking out of the top of both bras as it was. Damn she was hot with her massive breasts jutting out from her chest.
She asked for my opinion and that's definitely what she got, nothing but my opinion. A nineteen year olds version of what his sexy big breasted mother should be wearing.
Wow, I couldn't believe she actually said ok to both of the bras I chose. I figured for certain she would say no. She must have been in a good mood or something was different. When we'd finished in the store she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me thank you for making this whole thing a little easier. Her kiss had seemed to linger a little longer than usual. From there we walked arm in arm all the way out to the car and headed home.
She wouldn't stop playing with her tits, the whole ride home. Like a kid in a candy store squeezing them over and over, "These bras feel so much better than the other ones did, thanks again for going with me and helping make sure they look good." I came back with "anytime." Of course I would have been an idiot to have not gone with her, but I didn't say that out loud.
"Oh my god!" She said, as I whipped my head sideways to see what was wrong with mom, and she had this wicked look on her face that I haven't ever seen before. She was still holding the front of her shirt. I got a glimpse of what she was oh my godding about.
Her shirt was wet in front of both of her breasts! I couldn't believe my eyes, I had to do a double take, and sure enough two big wet circles were growing on her shirt. Mom looked at me and said, "Apparently my breasts have started leaking milk. What am I going to do know? I can't exactly go back into the store looking like this. I'm going to have to go get maternity bras because these aren't nearly thick enough to keep from getting my shirts wet."
"We'll figure it out mom, let's get you home first and get you into something dry and then we can talk about what's next."
"Thank you, you're always such the man I need in my life, you always have this way of making me feel better about things; this is some kind of problem isn't it? I mean how many women get to have breast milk without the fuss of baby weight and swollen feet. Granted the headaches aren't great or the blurry vision, but those seem to be getting better now that I'm taking the medications. I do have a confession to make though, when I breast fed you as a baby it was one of the most satisfying times of my life."
"Really? Whys that?"
"I never felt so close to anyone before I had that experience, and I don't know if I should tell you this or not but I think your old enough to hear it. Feeding you like that was the most exhilarating sexual experience of my life. Every time you latched on to my breasts I would feel this immense pleasure I almost can't describe. As you know, I've had a few lovers over the years and they were satisfying, but never came close to how I felt with you those first three years. I even dragged out weaning you off because it felt so good. Honestly I had forgotten how great it felt to have such intense feelings in my breasts. Having a child changes how things feel physically. Not necessarily bad just different.
"Say something kiddo, I'm feeling out in the boonies here by myself."'
"Wow mom, I never knew that breast feeding could be so powerful. I wish I could experience something that great."
As we pulled into the driveway, we both got a little quiet and didn't talk too much as we got settled in at home. Mom headed for her room to change her clothes and I headed for the kitchen to get something started for dinner. Comfort food it is. Nothing like feeding your emotions that's what mom always says anyway.
Just then mom rounded the corner of the kitchen and came to stand next to me. "So what's for dinner honey?" She's been calling me honey a lot lately, not Matt or Mattie, but honey, sweetie, my love and things like that.
"How's does take out sound? Chinese?"
"That sounds great, we haven't had that in a while and there are no dishes to clean afterwards." She said it with a happy tone in her voice.
"Ok then its settled, Chinese food it is." I couldn't take my eyes off of her chest; she wore skin tight black spandex with a shirt that was fairly tight before boobs had grown so much and now it was wickedly taut. Stretched to capacity if you know what I mean? I think she was trying to pretend that nothing had changed when it obviously had.
I had to say something. "So, do you have any thoughts on how to solve your leaking problem?" I was trying to keep it light and playful in case she was feeling touchy about the situation.
"There are only two ways, well technically three ways that I can think of, to have my breasts not leak all over the place." She said matter of factly. "I could buy a breast pump and pump every time they get engorged, I could squeeze them with my hands to release enough milk to stop leaking or I if I had a baby I could breastfeed."