"Jeffery is coming for the weekend," Lynn, my wife for the last three years, yelled at me as I walked in the door. Jeffery was her son from her first marriage. He was twenty and attending college in another state. He usually came to our house for the Holidays and spent his summers with his father.
"How's he doing?" I replied as I removed my shoes.
"You know Jeff. He's still trying to figure out what life is all about and his part in it."
"He's a good kid," I said as I gave her a peck as I past her to go change.
Lynn was thirty-eight years old in pretty good shape for a natural busty woman. She maintained her waist and let her butt and bust take care of themselves. She wore a thirty-six D-cup. She normally wore an 'iron-bra'. You know one of those full support things, but hers was a maternity style. Let me say one thing. The thing that really got me off when I first met Lynn was the fact that she still produced breast milk. She hadn't been child bearing for twenty years. It was my duty to drain her every night, which was to my delight, of course. At the time I never really thought about it, but just thanked my lucky stars.
Jeff arrived early Saturday morning. He gave his Mum a big kiss and a tight hug. Lynn just seem to light up with his arrival. We all sat down to breakfast and Lynn and Jeff went over old times and we all had a good laugh. Lynn seemed like a different person. Her mood had really changed for the better and she wore some make-up which is something she hasn't done in a while. We had our coffee out on the deck and talked the afternoon away. We decided that Jeff was a little too bushed to go out tonight so I would barbeque some steaks and we could have a nice relaxing evening.
Lynn kept the beer coming and I cooked the steaks. I notice she had changed into a cotton dress that really hugged her frame. I could tell she had on thong panties and no bra and cautioned her about her breasts, but she said that she had used the breast pump. It was about this time that I noticed that Jeffery was starting to stare at Lynn's breasts. He had a stupid grin on his face and was staring at Lynn's nipples. I looked up and she was watching him stare. Her nipple hardened.
I served the steaks and we ate and talked and I forgot about what I had thought that I had seen. Lynn got us a beer and Jeffery waved me out onto the deck. He lit a cigarette, I thought, and took a big drag and handed it toward me and said that I didn't smoke. He explained that it was a joint and to take a try. Well I was a little light headed from the booze, so I took it from him. After a few puffs I started to feel quite good. Jeff and I were giggling when Lynn came out to join us.
"What are you two up to?" she queried as she put her arm around Jeff's shoulder.
We both laughed and told her what we were up to. All of a sudden the booze and the pot hit me. I felt wobbly and reached for the nearest chair. I made it to the seat, but everything was spinning. I felt great, but I had to close my eyes.
"What did you give him, Jeffery?" Lynn asked as.
"Just a little pot Mum. He'll be alright. He's just tripping. It happens your first few times," Jeff said.
"Maybe we should get him inside," Lynn said as they helped me into the house.
They put me into my easy chair and Jeff put on one of his CD's. I put on the headphones and I was gone. I felt movement and I looked up to watch the retreat into the kitchen. I could see their reflection in the refrigerator. Lynn kept it spotless and I could see them quite well. It looked as she opened her dress and was offering her breast to Jeffery. I removed the headphones and I could hear Lynn say, "Jeffery want his Num-Nums?".
"Yes please," he responded as he lowered his head as Lynn guided his mouth to her waiting breast. As she suckled her son she ran her fingers through his hair as she does mine. Jeffery kneaded Lynn's breast like a child and I could hear him sucking for all he was worth. Then I saw Lynn start moving and it looked like she was going to check on me so I quickly put on the headphones and closed my eyes. I found it extemely hard to hide the fact that my manhood had began to erect. The CD had ended and I could hear them talking.
