Dripping Mil Mom's Breasts

A pregnant woman strips naked in the privacy of her bedroom. I only noticed by accident, walking along the outskirts of this small Colombian town, seeing her open window. I'd say she's mid-20's and about six months pregnant. She has the darkest nipples I've ever seen. Her breasts are small but her nipples are puffy.

She's talking to someone while rubbing lotion on her round belly, a moment later, I see a young man enter the bedroom. A guy around her age who works construction at the nearby site. He approaches her, rubs her belly, squeezes her breasts and plays with those swollen black nipples. Then he sits on the bed and the young woman gets on her knees and starts sucking.

What's striking about this is how similar they look, the same skin tone, youthful facial features, the way their shoulders slump downward. It's a startling, perverse thought to think of them as brother/sister, but that's just an assumption.

I can't get caught watching so I step away, heading back to my room.

My mother is an environmental specialist for an American company that's conducting a mining operation. It sounds like a fluff job but the Colombian government is strict about protecting its ecosystem. So that means my mother has a leading role in excavations.

She got me a job as a technician but I'll admit that I've spent time looking into that young couple. Valentine and Miguel. It turns out they're actual brother/sister but I'm not sure if people know what they're doing. Miguel works at the digging site and Valentine works at a restaurant, now behind a cashier during her pregnancy.

Days later my mother calls me into a tent at the excavation area during break time. A hundred local workers are busy at the scene along with a dozen American employees. She's wearing boots, cargo pants, a tshirt with sweat spots, and her hair is in a ponytail. The grittier version of her for the last month.

"So this puts a twist on things," mom says. "There's a strong chance we'll be leaving early. Maybe at the end of the month -- depending. I've already spoken with my boss about it."

"Is everything okay?"

"A slight medical complication. I'll be fine."

"You're leaving the biggest job of your career over a slight medical complication?"

"It's a personal issue."

"That's all you're going to tell me?"

She gestures to her chest. "It involves this area."

"Cancer?"

"Nothing that dramatic. It's lactation."

My eyes drift toward the C cups which look huge on her average frame with thin arms. Lactation? How could that be? I don't have any siblings and I'm 25 years old, which means she hadn't lactated in over two decades. I wonder if her boobs look any different but it's too obscene to inspect further, especially since she's caught me looking.

"Everything's okay, I hope."

"That's what we're trying to figure out with local doctors. Some think it's a bug bite or an allergic reaction. But the other theory is more concerning -- and I think more plausible -- but you won't agree with it... yet."

"A bug bite is way more believable than the supernatural, which I know that's what you're suggesting."

"Don't believe me?" she asks. "You should speak to the locals more. Speak to the translators and elders. There's something here. That's what they're saying. Some kind of presence and we've found that with the excavation we've been doing. They've mentioned fertility gods."

"You can't be serious."

"It's a possibility."

"Nothing like that has ever been reported here."

Her lip curls and she pinches the bottom of her tshirt like she's about to lift her top. She's always been conscious about hiding them, especially in public, because I think she's afraid that people won't take her seriously for having large breasts. It's only because of the jungle heat that she wears tshirts all day.

I look down at her chest. Is she going to show them? How am I supposed to react to my mother doing that? Now that I have a closer look at her tshirt, her boobs do seem bigger than before. They seem fuller almost. Like they're more plump. More curved.

She moves her hands away from her tshirt when she's had enough of me staring.

"Nevermind," she says. "I'll let you know if there are any updates."

"So are we staying or should we prepare to leave?"

"I'll let you know."

She's clearly embarrassed when she pats my shoulder and leaves the tent. I can only imagine how uncomfortable she is having this kind of problem.

xxx

For the last three days she avoided the topic. The sound of heavy machinery has become part of everyday life with a hundred men hard at work.

Despite the drama and work schedule, I've kept Valentine and Miguel in the back of my mind. Real incest is hard to ignore. Toward the evening I decide to follow Miguel from a distance as he goes home. The brother/sister dynamic draws me closer. From a distance I walk along the outskirts of town, toward the view of their bedroom window.

Eventually I see Valentine after work and stripping naked. Her brother arrives, still sweaty then strips off his clothes. They can't keep their hands off each other as they kiss. Her breasts are being mauled by dirty hands. Her plump black nipples are swollen. The brother bends down and sucks both of them, milk running down across her round belly.

I leave before anyone sees me. The town feels alive as workers have dinner at outdoor places and grab beers to relax. I notice my mother outside of a medical tent with two local doctors, both women, and there's a somber expression on mom's face. Our eyes meet by accident. Without saying a word, I know this is about her breasts.

The next morning before breakfast she stops me outside. The heat is picking up and everyone is getting their day started. She seems more relaxed today, as if she's come to terms with whatever she's dealing with.

"I owe you a firm answer," she says. "We're not leaving early. We're staying for the next two months. I refuse to ruin my reputation by quitting."

"Great news, I was hoping to hear that. Did you find out what the problem was?"

"That's what I'd like to discuss. The issue isn't going away."

"What's wrong?"

"Something we better discuss in private. I'll show you then we'll have breakfast after."

We head to the clinic across the street and enter a private room on the second floor. There's a female doctor and nurse, both locals, and my mother speaks Spanish with them as they prepare an exam table and supplies.

"I'm going to show my breasts," she says. "Last week we came across ancient stones during the excavation. It was explained that they were fertility stones from a lost civilization. I kept one in my room. The next day... well... have a look."

My mother pulls off her tshirt revealing her white bra. She stands firm with her chest forward, her tshirt placed on the exam table. She doesn't look at me. She looks ahead while the two women prepare whatever they're doing. My mother sits on the exam table next to her tshirt.

The nurse reaches back and unclasps the bra and takes it away. There they are. Mom's big tits. They're on the larger side of C cups, sagging slightly with age. The large brown nipples are erect, but the breasts seem unusually full, almost unnatural. I can only imagine how embarrassed she must be, sitting there with three people staring at her boobs, including me of all people.

She remains calm with upright posture while they speak Spanish and latch pumps to each breast. Each pump has a plastic cup attached to the bottom. They've done this before. There's a familiarity with the process. When the devices are secured, my mother breathes harder, her body squirms like she's trying to keep still.

It's one thing to be in the presence of your topless mother, but it's something else to see her milk trickling into cups, like a different kind of discovery is happening. This explains why her breasts have looked so plump lately. I take a closer look. Milk flows into the cups in steady streams. She looks relieved as this goes on.

Her nipples are being pulled from the suction. They elongate, then release, and the process repeats. That's what's milking her. I wonder if she enjoys this.

After a few minutes the cups are almost full and the doctor and nurse deactivate the pumps. They pull the devices away and the nurse uses a hand towel to wipe the excess milk from mom's breasts. New traces of milk form at the tips of her nipples and they're wiped again.

I've never seen a lactating woman before and the eroticism is spellbinding. Those nipples. Is it normal for women's nipples to stay erect after using a pump? They look so much bigger than moments ago, swollen, protruding, and I'm sure she's aroused.

They talk in Spanish and the nurse puts lids on the milk containers and puts them in a small fridge. To be studied I'm sure. My mother doesn't look at me, she's too embarrassed, and she wears her bra even though new droplets of milk are forming on her nipples. Then she wears her tshirt and smooths any lines so she looks fresh.

"Now do you believe me?" she asks.

"I never doubted you about this part. But I'm not sure about the fertility stones or whatever you want to call them."

"Let's eat first. We can't be late to the site."

Breakfast is focused on work as American employees talk with her about finalizing plans. For the rest of the morning she helps lead the excavation team as they dig the harsh terrain. Boulders and the occasional ancient artifact are what slow things down.

At noon everyone stops for lunch. The heat has picked up and people are eager for the break. My mother asks me to follow her into a small medical tent with a local nurse there. She's sweating profusely from being at the digging site all morning.

Because it's lunch hour, no one is around this area and there's a level of privacy as she closes the curtain. The nurse is preparing breast pumps and empty plastic cups. There are pictures on the table of stone tablets. It takes me a split second to realize that I saw a similar stone in Valentine's bedroom.

"It's important we keep this going," she says. "Consider this a form of education."

"Are you sure you want to do this? You were really uncomfortable earlier."

"Trust me, I'm sure. It's all I've thought about."

"It's going to be awkward."

"That's my choice. I should have raised you to be more religious. Maybe I can fix that."

"You seem sure this is a spiritual thing."

"The universe is an endless place," she says. "I'd like to think there are greater powers that guide humanity. The artifacts are safely secured and will be brought to America for further study. Here's what the locals have told me."

She goes to the table and grabs photographs of the stone artifacts while the nurse is waiting with the breast pumps. There's no doubt that I saw something similar in Valentine's bedroom and I make a snap decision to tell my mother everything.

"I saw that before," I say.

"You have? Where?"

"Somewhere I shouldn't have been looking."

Realizing the nurse is a barrier to this conversation, mom asks the nurse to leave the tent. Once we have privacy, I confess that I'd spied on Valentine and Miguel, how they're actually brother/sister who seem to have an insatiable lust for each other.

My mother doesn't judge me for spying on them having sex because there are more important matters. She also doesn't seem surprised by what she's hearing, in fact she seems understanding of them, like she gets what the power of the stones are capable of. She thinks for a long moment.

"Can you turn around?" she says.

I turn and face the tent and listen to the sound of her undressing. The tshirt comes off, I hear the bra unclasping, followed by the sound of pants ruffling and boots hitting the floor. The thought of her naked makes me wildly uncomfortable because she might regret this later.

"Yes, I know this is totally unconventional," she says. "But I believe in following my instincts. I've done some research on these stones and I'm convinced they hold the key to something greater."

"Only if you're sure this is what you want."

"At this point, I might not have a choice. You can look now."

When I turn to look at my mother, she's full nude sitting on a cot while using a breast pump. Her body shines with sweat. She's barefoot and her legs are crossed which covers her most intimate area. She's squeezing her right breast into the pump, which is a cheaper pump than what she used in the clinic this morning. Because she's hunched over on the cot, her belly forms a round curve.

All of her attention is focused on holding her right breast and filling the cup with milk. She cradles the heavy breast in her hand. I can see her nipple in the suction cup being pulled with each pump. Her other nipple, the one without the pump, has turned erect even though it's not being stimulated, which could mean that she's aroused.

When she finishes with that breast, she removes the pump, leaving a trail of leaking milk from her nipple, and she presses the pump against her left breast. She resumes the process, this time cradling her left breast and she breathes harder. I can see her toes wiggle. She was already sweating from the heat but lactating is warming her again. Beads of sweat on the center of her chest have become more prominent.

"Do you still think an allergic reaction caused this?" she asks.

She unlatches the pump and holds the full bottle in front of her, letting her nipples leak excess milk across her body. She's trying to convince me that spirituality is real but all she's doing is making my cock hard. She realizes this when her eyes look down and sees the accidental bulge.

Getting dressed is a transformation to her normal self. A diligent worker. Someone with a science and environment background. After drying her breasts and stomach, she puts on her panties, turning her body to the side so I can't see her pussy, then she wears everything else, tucking her large breasts away, putting on her muddy boots.

When she steps into the jungle it's like a switch flips. She's not the loving mother with a lactation issue, she's someone people depend on to finish a multi-million dollar job, so she joins her colleagues at lunch and resumes conversations with them.

After the day's work is finished she insists on seeing Valentine and Miguel in action. It's shameful taking my mother to a place where I spied on people having sex, but she doesn't seem bothered by that, she's more interested in the stone they have, and without saying it outright, if the fertility stone caused their incest.

We're extremely careful not to get caught at the edge of town. I'm looking into the bedroom while my mother is watching for other people who may come along. We know it's an invasion of privacy but my mother has always been relentless when it comes to science.

Valentine enters the bedroom and starts undressing at the same time she does everyday. Minutes later, her brother comes, dirty and sweaty from his work shift. They start kissing and Valentine gets naked to reveal her swollen belly and black nipples. She sits on the dresser while her brother fingers her pussy and she moans.

My mother watches this like a hawk, with sharp eyes and no emotions.

"That's the fertility stone," mom says. "Right there on the dresser. Just like the ones I found at the excavation site."

"You think that's why they're doing that?"

"I do."

"Maybe they'd be doing that without the stones. You never know."

"No, I've been having the same fantasies."

Mom touches my shoulder and says she needs a shower. Before leaving, I notice a hitch in her step, an uncomfortable feeling that must exist between her legs. What did she mean by having the same fantasies? Lust? Incest? As I leave the scene, I take a final look and see the brother having an orgasm in Valentine's mouth.

xxx

Rain has stopped all digging today so after breakfast I can stay with mom in the clinic. She's made it clear that it's a scientific and spiritual education. Science I'm fine with, but I'm still skeptical about the spiritual part, but she's convinced of the stone's 'fertility powers.'

She sits naked on a chair after her breasts have been drained. She's leaning back and relaxing while her legs are crossed to cover her pussy. I'm left wondering if she had an orgasm. Toward the end of pumping two cups of milk, her body seemed to shiver. Unlike yesterday, my mother is without shame, or at least she's better at hiding it, like she's resigned herself to a new reality of exposing her body.

Mom's nipples are swollen and protrude in a way that's different from yesterday. They're more pronounced, like her body is begging for them to be sucked and nurtured. My mother looks down at her body, milk still leaking, while the nurse wipes her clean and then tends to the bottles.

The female doctor returns and examines lab results from a clipboard while the nurse is labeling the bottles of milk for storage. My mother looks me in the eyes while we wait for any updates. Despite her resigned facial expression, I know she's embarrassed, and I can also tell she's aroused.

"Necesitamos hacerte un examen vaginal," the doctor says. "Sospecho que esto está afectando tu sexualidad."

For the first time this morning, my mother's eyes show vulnerability. I don't understand Spanish, but I caught certain words and I have a general understanding of what the doctor wants. My mother takes a small gulp and speaks with the doctor a bit more.

That's when my mother stands barefoot in all her naked glory. When she disrobed earlier, I had to face the wall, and I was only allowed to look when she sat and crossed her legs. Now I have a complete view. Her bare hips. Thighs. Her bare pussy which has a trimmed patch of pubic hair above.

Orders are given to the nurse, who opens a drawer and gets an electric shaver to clean my mother. The room fills with the buzzing sound. Stubbles of pubic hair fall to mom's feet as she becomes smooth around her pussy and I'm able to see her clitoris from where I stand. Her face remains emotionless while this happens but I can imagine how she feels inside.

"Te sientes comodo con tu hijo mirando?" the doctor asks.

"Si," mom replies.

A medical gown is opened and spread across the floor. My mother stands over it and squats down. It's the moment I witness more than I ever could have expected. Not even my mother seems ready for this, though she complies with the doctor's orders, and maybe her own arousal.

Her pink pussy is exposed for everyone in the room to see. Her squatting position makes this all the more intimate, as we can see the depths of her vaginal canal. There's wetness inside. Was that the real reason she always crossed her legs during her naked pumps? Her pussy starts to drool, her fluid threatening to drip. Now I understand why the nurse had my mother squat over a spread gown.

The doctor opens a drawer and gets a phallic-shaped tool which is about 4 inches in length and thin. My mother knows what's coming as they talk more in Spanish and she nods in response. The doctor and nurse both kneel next to my mother and examine her vagina. They use their fingers to spread her labia, no gloves, rubbing the clitoris and folds to get a better look.

Mom flinches at the initial pressure of the tool being slid inside of her but forces herself to relax. When it slides all the way in, her eyes roll back, something I've never seen her do before, and her toes curl on the floor. For a woman to have that kind of sexual response to a small tool says something about her current state. Her body is responding like she's having a massive sex toy inside of her, the way you'd see in porn, and the doctor and nurse look as if they'd uncovered something.

She moans and makes quivering noises, which she tries to stop, as the doctor attempts to push it deeper inside, as far as 4 inches can go inside a woman's body. They seem unsatisfied with the depth, with the doctor's fingers even going inside. When my mother is able to stop herself from moaning, the only sounds in the room are rain drops from outside and the wetness of her pussy.