Six months ago I gave birth to my son, the love of my life who owned my heart completely.
I hated the weekends though because he was now spending Saturday nights at his father's house. Oh! Please don't think his dad Jack and I had a falling out or anything like that. In fact it's the opposite in so many ways. We were friends, still are, who simply took our friendship to a new level. It fulfilled our sexual drives without the worry of a relationship. We were still free people who enjoyed our time together both as friends and bed partners. We just weren't meant to be.
As a breast feeding mother who knew that she had to have milk available for her son to have while with his dad, I pumped milk on a regular basis to build up a supply but that left me producing more than I would normally so my breasts were huge!
So huge that everyone had trouble looking at my face and I'd often seen my Dad looking at them. Yep, I was back living at home for now. At first it confused me when he did it but as time went on I no longer covered up in embarrassment when I fed my son.
On one such occasion I watched my Dad from the corner of my eye to see him walking away awkwardly. It thrilled me to know it affected him that way and I have to admit I felt just a little ashamed because of it... right up until I found him one Saturday evening holding the small bag of milk I'd placed in the freezer earlier and it stunned me to see his body shudder as he brought the milky goodness to his nose to smell, not that he could through the wrapping but he did it anyway.
I backed away with my heart pumping thumps against my chest. I felt my breasts start to tingle as milk started to leak and ooze across the cotton material of my night shirt.
Having just got out of the shower I wasn't wearing a bra so the moisture made my shirt see through and my nipples were clearly visible.
Did I dare? What would my Dad do if I walked into the kitchen this way?
The devil in me, the part that very few knew existed, won out. I crept back further from the kitchen before yelling at my dad.
"Hey Dad? You up for a movie?"
I heard the thud of the freezer as I walked closer, my dad cleared his throat as I entered the room.
"Sure sweetheart. Your mother won't be home till late so we can watch whatever..." his voice stopped suddenly as he saw me standing in the doorway. His eyes on my chest and what seemed to be a very hard swallow had him flicking his eyes from my face to my chest with certain lust screaming from them.
"Ok. You want to make some popcorn while I choose something?"
He nodded slowly before turning "Sure" his voice was hitched before once again he cleared his throat "You go choose honey. I'll be right there."
I turned and quickly glanced back to see my dad adjusting himself with his hand between his legs.
I grinned. I mean, how could I not? How could I not be turned on by the fact that it was MY body that made my father hard?
