Note: This story was written in 1991... I was just a young aspiring spare-time writer at the time... This story is one of my earliest attempts at erotic writing... I did this in a subtle style, with the specific interest in an attempt to pique the readers erotic imagination... I'm no Anais Nin, so be nice... enjoy!
All characters depicted are over 18 years of age!
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Jane still couldn't get the breast pump to work, and the doctor hadn't returned any of her calls. Quietly she sat in her room after a failed attempt of letting the bay suckle. Her breast's hurt so bad now that she no longer could squeeze out milk herself. It was now too late to try to call anyone. She would have to figure something out on her own.
Jane had almost had her only son raised. When the new baby came along, she loved the new child. But, thought it was a little late at this stage of her life. Raising one on your own was hard enough, let alone now having another mouth to feed.
Jane had run out of ideas. It came to her, Sam might be able to fix the machine. He was already tearing something apart and fixing it. He had repaired their aquarium pump a while back. A breast pump can't be too much different. It was a desperate move, but she hurt so bad now, she had nothing to lose.
"Sam, you still up? I know it's late, but I need you to do something for me. Please Sam, turn off the TV and come in here for a minute. I've got something I want you to try and fix. You're my last hope. (Sam enters her bedroom, wearing only his underwear) Sam, there's something in the bathroom I want you to try and fix."
"What is it? And what did you do to it?
"It's my breast pump. And I didn't do anything to it. It never did work!"
Sam already in his mind had a mental picture of his Mother with the pump on her breast. He had never seen her naked, but even with a bra on, he knew her tits would be a sight to behold. He wasn't naΓ―ve, the internet had made sure of that.
"I'll look at it. But why don't you just let him... uh... drink right from the faucet? There big enough!"
"Your brother won't do that either, smart ass! Easy, your talking to your mother!"
"If I can fix it. You going to show me how it works?"
Sam! This is bad enough, don't make it any worse on me!"
Jane waited in her room. She could feel the pain from her tits jiggling just walking over to the door. Sam was in the bathroom examining the breast pump. He had her permission this time to look at a private item. Unlike the items he checked out, her bra and panties in the laundry.
"Sam? Do you think you can fix it?"
"I don't think so. I think the motor is burnt up. It won't do nothing."
"Please try harder. I can't see the doctor for a couple days. He went away for the weekend. You've got to fix it!"
"Can't you just squeeze it out? You know, like they do a milk cow. Did you try that?"
"I'm too sore, it hurts even to touch them. And, I'm not a damn cow. Even though I might look like one. Did you fix it?"
Out of desperation, Jane now is ready to step over the line. She knows the pump won't work, and the baby won't suckle. She will have to ask Sam for more help. Help that most of the world regard as bizarre.
"I couldn't fix it. You'll have to wait until Monday."
"Sam. This is going to sound strange. But, I need you to drain my breasts."
"Are you asking' me if I want to suck on your tits? Is that what your saying?"
"That's a little crude, but yes. I'm going to turn around, and if you will do it. I want you to walk over and unhook my bra."
Sam was hesitant for a moment, then he looked down at his mother's ass. To see her without a bra would be great. But, what about her panties?
"Go ahead honey. Help your Mom take off her bra, it's alright."
"This feels kind of weird Mom. I'd feel better if you... if... you'd take off your panties first."
"Sam, you shouldn't ask me something like that! This is bad enough. Why in the world do you want my panties off?"
"How do you think I feel? You want me to nurse you like a baby! If you was naked I'd feel more like it was a man thing."
Jane thought for a moment. She realized this had to be hard for Sam also. Reluctantly, she lowered her panties off her ass. She couldn't look at her son, but she knew he had his eyes glued on her milky white ass.
(It's ok. Only one small request. He's helping you in a bad time. No sense in it being hard for him too.)
Jane slowly released her panties and let them drop to her ankles. By wiggling her feet she was able to get one leg out of them. She knew she dare not bend over to remove them. This would have exposed her womanhood to her son.
(See. Nothing to it. Things will be alright once Sam drains your breasts.)
"Ok Sam, go ahead and unhook my bra. It hurt's too much for me to reach back. I know this is embarrassing for you. Really, for both of us. You shouldn't feel bad about seeing me naked. Just relax. You'll do just fine. It's just milk. It won't hurt you, now will it? You drink milk all the time."
Jane was trying to make herself feel better. Truth be told is, cold milk in a glass, and warm milk right fro a tit. No. It's not the same. Sam was dealing with this a lot better than his mother was.
Jane could feel Sam's hands shaking as he unhooked all three clasps. It had been a long time since someone other than herself had removed her bra. He would now need to remove it from her swollen mounds of flesh.
"Turn around Mom. I don't want to hurt you when I take it the rest of the way off."
"Just give me a moment. I'm feeling a little dizzy, Sam. I'm sorry, I just don't know what else to do. Your too good to me. I know this is tough. But I won't forget what you did for me. I'm going to owe you a big favor. A real big one."