Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Chapter one
Being a mother of four can be quite exhausting especially when each of your boobs weighed as much as your seven month old baby. Oh yes believe me when I say that. These babies can get really heavy if I didn't constantly pump them when my little Johnny wasn't nursing on them. And that would be about five times a day ever since I started working to sustain my kids and I. I am financially lacking.
My husband left me a few months back when he caught me sleeping with his best-friend. And no, it's nothing like you're thinking. I awoke to find my shocked husband yelling back and forth and to a strange arm wrapped around my torso. I was as shocked as he was.
Now, I might have already given you the impression of a reckless mom and a cheating wife. But believe me when I say I'm quite the opposite. I'm a reserved, shy and a stay-at-home mom. Or at least I used to be. My husband didn't even let me explain myself. I wasn't even facing his best-friend William, I was cuddling with my then 3month old son.
An old and close friend of mine welcomed me in open arms when I called her crying and telling her how Mike didn't even listen to my side of the story and threw me and his kids out of the house in a heartbeat. I was heartbroken, devastated.
No words could decipher what I felt at the time. My poor beautiful children barely understood what was going on. My oldest son, my 7 year old Ali, short for Alejandro and my 5 year old daughter Amy cried nonstop for days and their big hazel eyes would turn all puffy and red. I loved my children very much and I would do anything, and I mean anything to see them smile again.
So when my friend Lee offered her place for me and my kids to stay, I couldn't decline. I didn't want to impose but I didn't have any other option either at that time.
It was on a Sunday evening, at 7 pm to be precise, that Lee came by to help us move in. I was standing by what used to be our dark oak wood apartment door in the Hillways complex, carrying Johnny on one arm, and holding Amy by the other. My back was aching from all the heavy carrying of boxes to Lee's car and my breasts were straining against my tight shirt. I could even feel them starting to leak through the material of my bra.
I lactated heavily. And worse, the dr suggested I keep breastfeeding Johnny pass one year since he was lacking on vitamins and needed all the nutrition he could get.
"Let me carry that for you Donna, you look absolutely horrific" said Lee giving me a crooked smile.
"Gee, thank you very much" I replied, glaring at her amusingly.
We finally got in the car, breathing heavily, all the boxes were well- packed in the car, and the kids safely buckled in the backseat. I rest myself in the passenger side next to Lee. Her real name was actually Annabelle-Lee, but she thought it sucked balls so she went by Lee instead which suited her really well in fact.
"My god that was exhausting, right kids?" Lee looked in the rear mirror trying to mimic their expressions. Then she looked right at me as her hand went through her short dark mess, sliding it back away from her eyes, "where to Madam?" her dark gray eyes suddenly went straight to my bosom and I couldn't help but blush.
"You're leaking" she said.
"Wha-at?" mentally slapping myself for stuttering.
"I said you're leaking. Better not stain my car" still keeping her poker face up and then laughing it off.
As if someone set my face on fire, I was furiously blushing. "oh my god. I'm sorry, this is so embarrassing. I didn't mean to. I'll make sure to-"
Lee abruptly cut me off, "I'm kidding, jeez Donna chill, you know I'm kidding right?" sending me a side glance. She then winked at me, "Calm your tits" And I swear her eyes rested on my now wet shirt, staring directly at the two newly formed circles resting on my nipples, turning my white chiffon shirt almost see-through.
I was definitely crimson red by now as I awkwardly tried to cover my chest with my arms. I felt humiliated being checked out like that by my friend. Maybe I'm just overthinking it, I told myself. Damned hormones. I'm so glad the kids were all sleeping in the back.
As if sensing my discomfort, Lee turned the radio on low all the way back to her house. Staring out the window, I would've almost forgotten about the incident if it weren't for the immense pain my swollen milky breasts were causing me and I couldn't wait for release.
Chapter 2
The clock soon hit 9:00 pm. It was a hell of a long, bone-weary day. I just finished showering the kids and putting them to bed. Trying to settle in a new place; it wasn't easy for them, neither for me to be honest. Luckily Lee had a fairly large apartment. And lived in the rural side of the country. It had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a big living space, a decent kitchen, and an amazing view from the balcony. I was very grateful.
Johnny slept in his crib and the kids shared a room. By then, I was dead tired and my body was aching all over. I took a long hot shower, and my breasts felt way better after I breastfed Johnny earlier this evening. Towel-drying my long blonde hair, I wore my silky beige camisole and headed for Lee's bedroom. I needed to sleep badly, so I figured I'll be crashing on the couch since no empty beds were left.
As I entered Lee's bedroom, I found her already lying in bed, under the blankets, half-asleep.
