My kid sister was born when I was in high school, but I had already gone to college before she was weaned. Mom was raising her alone, as her asshole boyfriend bailed when he found out she was pregnant. Good riddance, in my opinion.
As Mom was weaning sis, she also began helping out a friend in the neighborhood who was a breast cancer survivor. Mom started out as a wet nurse for the friend's baby son, then was encouraged to sell her breast milk to the local milk bank, and over the course of the next year, she built up a small business selling her milk to a group of bodybuilders who were willing to pay more to buy it from a safe source.
I learned all this on our weekly Skype calls over my first semester. I was really proud of Mom for what she had done, as she explained that she was making better money selling breast milk than the retail jobs she had worked before, and got to spend all her time at home raising my sister. I found myself worrying about her less, knowing that she was able to take care of herself and the kid.
As for me, I had an Engineering scholarship and an internship, so I wasn't asking her for any money. I was making my own way. And I had a workshop at the school where I could tinker and play and invent.
I was a happy guy, caught up in technology, and not missing having a social life. I came home that first Christmas, but stayed in school through the next summer. So as Thanksgiving of my Sophomore year was approaching, it had been almost a year since I had returned home. I started talking about it on Skype with Mom, trying to make plans, but Mom starting acting a little weird about it.
"No, I DO want you to come home for Thanksgiving!"
"Well then why did you hesitate?"
She sighed, "It's really fine. I just started thinking about everything I'll need to do before you get here. I've gotten used to not having anybody here but me and the baby." My sister was in her lap, and Mom booped her nose when she said that.
"Not so much a baby anymore! But I get it. Mom, it's just me. You don't have to do anything different because I'm there. I'll cook the dinner if you want!"
She laughed at that idea, "Oh, no thank you! I'll make us a turkey and the whole spread. And we can just eat and sit and talk. I'd love that. I look forward to it."
Ok, so whatever the odd vibe I was getting was gone for now. "Great, Mom. I'll see you soon. Give the squirt a hug for me."
She did, and signed off.
I hung up too. But before I could walk away from my laptop, Mom got back on again. My sister wasn't in her lap. And Mom had that troubled look on her face again.
"Ok, Mom, what's really going on? Should I be worried?" It was too late, I was already worried.
"No, nothing like that. I just need to tell you. Because I won't be able to hide it when you get here."
"Hide what? What the hell, Mom?"
She blushed, but finally started explaining, "It's just that I've found another way to make some more money, in addition to selling my breast milk. It's totally safe, and it hardly takes any more time..."
"Mom, if you have to tell me it's totally safe, you are starting to scare me."
She smiled a little at that, and just blurted it out, "Do you know what 'MILFMaamz' is?"
Well this was awkward, "Maybe I do..."
At that, she laughed out loud, giving in to the story, "Well now when I use my breast pump, I'm streaming it on MILFMaamz. It turns out that a lot of people are willing to pay to watch."
My mouth dropped open.
"And I knew there was no way I could hide it from you when you come for Thanksgiving. I've got a little corner studio in the den. And I have to pump every few hours. And I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to be ashamed of me. That's why I was acting so weird."
My mouth was still open. I had no words. But I watched her face and I could see how badly she needed my support right now.
So I put away my shock and pulled myself together for her. "Brilliant, Mother. You are truly brilliant."
She let out a huge sigh of relief, and her face brightened in an instant. "Thanks Michael. I really needed to hear that."
"Thank you, Mom, for the warning! I won't freak out. I really am curious to see how you've got it all set up. I love you Mom."
"I love you too, Son."
"And Mom? You really are a beautiful woman. It's no surprise to me that people want to see you do what you do."
We hung up again. It was late, so I flopped into bed. But there was no way I was going to get any sleep after that.
I hadn't asked her if that's all she did on her channel. But I started to imagine that and so much more. I realized that strangers on the internet were seeing her more intimately than I ever did, and I actually started feeling jealous.
I had never thought of her that way before. Yeah she was pretty, and had amazing boobs, but she had always covered up when nursing around me. Although I did see her nipple a couple of times, and it was puffy and elongated, and I could still picture it in my mind. Or was that my imagination too?
