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Part #1 of 4
MOTHER'S MILK
Copyright (c) 1997, Baron Darkside. ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the
written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed
with this notice attached. he author may be contacted by writing
mrdouble@mrdouble.com.
(1) Disclaimer One: This Is A Work Of Fiction; It Is Not True! While
Some
Characters Who Appear In This Story May Be Under The Age Of Eighteen,
They Are Not Abused And No Abuse Is Intended Or Implied (If You
Disagree
With My Definition Of Abuse, I'm Sorry).
(2) Disclaimer Two: If You Are Underage (Under The Age Of Eighteen
(18)),
Or In Locations That By Law, Preclude You From Reading Sexual Material,
You Should Stop Reading This Material Now!!
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Sex,
Incest Or Any Other Subject Of A Sexual Nature, Please Avoid This
Story.
(I Would Also Suggest You Seek The Services Of A Psychologist.
(4) Disclaimer Four: This Is For Adults, And Contains Adult Oriented
Material. If You Are Not An Adult, Either Chronologically, Mentally Or
Sexually, Please Do Not Read Any Further Or You Will Be Offended
(Probably).
(5) Disclaimer Five: The Author Of This Story Wishes To Remain
Anonymous,
However I Retain All Copy Rights.
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The heavy, pouring rain came down in sheets making visibility almost
impossible. Wayne struggled to see out the window of his Jeep Cherokee.
His mother, Krista sat in the other bucket seat peering out through the
suffocating deluge of water. Every few moments, Krista turned and
looked
out the rear window for a few seconds before looking back to the front.
"I hope that they are okay," she mumbled.
"Oh, they'll be fine," Wayne told her, hoping that he was right.
Wayne's
whole family was driving up to their cabin in the mountain for a mini-
vacation. Tony, Wayne's father, Kim, Krista's sister, and Wayne's
little
sister, Marie were in the second car somewhere behind them. They had
taken both cars because Kim had to return on Tuesday. Wayne, Krista,
Tony, and Marie were planning to leave the following Friday.
When they had started out earlier that morning, it had been sprinkling,
but it had turned into a steady rain before very long. The rain had
continued to intensify all morning long turning the drive into a real
ordeal.
They had stopped both cars in Emoryville around Twelve. They had
refueled
and eaten lunch. When they had stopped, Kim had talked Krista into
letting her take little Marie for the last leg of the trip since they
only had about an hour left to go. Although Marie was only a month old,
they didn't think being separated from her mother for an hour would
hurt
her.
Anxious to get to the cabin, Wayne and Krista had left before than Tony
and the others. They hadn't seen them or their headlights since they
had
left. Glancing down at his watch, Wayne saw that it had been an hour
since they had stopped.
"I think I see the turn off," he said, slowing the car.
"That's it," Krista confirmed as Wayne steered the car off the highway
onto the narrow black topped road.
"Be sure to stay on the road," his mother cautioned him, watching him
carefully guide the car down the narrow lane, "if we get stuck, we'll
never get out of this mud."
"You've got that right," he chuckled nervously.
They crept down the road until they came to a rickety bridge. Stopping
the car, Wayne got out and plodded over to the bridge and looked down.
The stream, usually quiet and slow was now a roaring river of deep,
muddy
water. Staring into the dark, swirling water below, he watched the
surge
of the water crashing against the bridge's supports. They looked rather
fragile, but they seemed to be withstanding to force of the river.
"What do you think?"
"What?" he jumped, not knowing his mother had joined him. He had been
staring into the water so intently, he hadn't heard his mother get out
of
the car and walk up beside him.
"Do you think we can make it?"
"Uh, I guess," he muttered, "what do you think?"
"It looks okay to me," she said walking a few feet out onto the bridge
and timidly jumping up and down, "it feels sturdy enough."
"Okay, let's try it," he shouted over the noise of the river.
"God, I'm drenched," his mother laughed tiredly as they got back into
the
car, "I can't wait to get to the cabin and get a fire going."
"Well, here goes," Wayne said, putting the car into gear and slowly
easing it out onto the bridge. The bridge seemed to be holding its own
as
they slowly inched across it. The bridge was at least fifty feet
across,
but it took them two or three minutes to creep three-quarters of the
way
across it. Then, all at once, without warning, they felt the bridge
wobble and shift under them.
"Oh, God," Krista screamed "It's collapsing."
As Wayne felt the first sickening lurch, he instantly slammed the
accelerator to the floor. For one long, terrifying moment, it felt like
the car and the bridge were both going to crash into the water below.
But
at the last moment, the tires grabbed and shot the car toward the other
side of the river and safety.
Neither of them could speak as the car roared across the final few feet
toward the shore. Then, just as the front wheels touched solid ground,
they felt the back end of the car stagger and slip sideways even more.
Time seemed to stop. Holding their breath, they prayed until the car
finally bounded off the bridge. Just as the back tires cleared the
bridge, the bridge went crashing down into the water behind them. Lady
Luck had been riding with them.
Wayne slammed on the brakes, trying to keep the car from skidding off
the
road and into the mud. After skidding several feet, the car finally
stopped only inches from the soft, treachery of the road's shoulder.
Wayne sat unmoving, his hands digging into the steering wheel for
several
moments. Finally, he looked over at his mother. She was white as a
sheet
as she sat staring out into the rain pouring down on the hood of the
car.
At last she turned and looked over at him, smiling weakly.
"My, God, that was close," his mother sighed.
"You can say that again," he said.
After a few minutes, his hands had stopped shaking enough for him to
open
the car door. Pushing it open, he stepped out into the pouring rain
once
again. Closing the door, he saw his mother step out of the car on the
other side. Both of them wobbled back over to where only moments
earlier
the bridge had stood. Now there was nothing but a few broken, shattered
pilings jutting up out of the cold, swirling water below. The twisted,
broken supports were the only evidence that the bridge had once stood
there.
"Another five seconds and we'd be at the bottom of the river," he
groaned, feeling his legs almost buckle under him, "God, that was
close."
Neither of them spoke for several moments as they stared down into the
dark, muddy water rushing past them.
"Uh-oh, here comes Tony and Marie," his mother suddenly blurted out.
"Go get your cell phone and call them, quick," Wayne yelled as he
started
waving his arms frantically, trying to get them to stop them before
they
drove off into the river. Krista turned and dashed through the rain to
the car. Flinging the door open, she dove inside. Tearing open her
purse,
she jammed her hand inside and pulled out her phone. Quickly jabbing at
the keys, she lifted it to her ear.
"Come on, Damn it, answer it," she muttered, staring out at the other
car
as it slowly approached the opposite side of the river.
"Yeah, this is Kim," her sister finally said.
"Yes. Thank God you answered. The bridge is out."
"Yeah, we saw Wayne waving his arms and slowed down." No one spoke for
several moments as they all watched Wayne wearily trudge back to his
car.
"Well, now what?" he asked, sliding in under the steering wheel.
"I don't know," she mumbled, trying to think what to do. It was obvious
that Tony, Kim, and Marie were not going to cross the river any time
soon. They could turn around and go back to Emoryville and spend the
night. Even though Krista was still nursing Marie, she had packed
plenty
of formula so that wouldn't be a problem for the immediate future. But
with the bridge down and it still raining, she didn't know how long she
would be separated from her baby. She and Wayne had all the food, so
they
could go on up to the cabin and stay there until someone figured a way
to
get them back across the river.
She discussed their alternatives with Tony for several minutes. Since
it
was already one o'clock in the afternoon, he finally agreed that he,
Kim,
and Marie would return to Emoryville and spend the night there. He
would
check in with the Sheriff and let him know they were stranded. He would
get back with her later and let her know what kind of plan he and the
Sheriff could come up with.
Closing her cell phone, she explained to Wayne what they had decided.
Agreeing with her, Wayne looked into the rear view mirror. Both of them
watched anxiously as Tony slowly, carefully backed away from the river.
It seemed to take hours, but finally his father's car backed out onto
the
highway and disappeared into the torrential rain.
"Well, Lone Ranger, I guess we are on our own," Krista grinned tensely.
"I guess, so, Tonto," he replied, slowly shifting into low and letting
out on the clutch pedal.
At last they stopped in front of the cabin and both sat watching the
rain
beat down on the hood of his car. The drive to the cabin had seemed to
take hours, but Wayne hadn't gotten above five miles an hour. As they
stared out into the downpour, it seemed like the rain was getting even
heavier instead of letting up.
"Do you know how long a cubic is?" Wayne laughed wearily.
"Nope, but we may need to learn if it keeps up like this much longer,"
his mother replied.
"Well, I sure don't want to have to start looking animals by the pair,"
he grinned.
"I don't know," she sighed, "but I have a pair that are beginning to
ache."
"Pardon?" he blushed, not believing what he had heard.
"Don't be such a prude," she chided him good-naturedly, "it's been
almost
five hours since I nursed Marie and my breasts are getting a little
full
and sore."
"MOTHER," he sputtered, turning bright red under all the water coating
his face, "you're embarrassing me."
"Okay, Mr. Prude," she laughed, opening her door, "let's get this car
unloaded."
Wayne stepped out into the rain, grateful for anything that would hide
his crimson face. He couldn't believe his mother had said what she did.
After all, it was his mother and he hadn't been prepared for her
remark.
Stopping, for a moment, he stood in the pouring rain thinking about her
breasts. The thought of her breasts, big and swollen, full of mother's
milk sent a bolt of excitement tearing into his brain. Shuddering, he
looked up and let the cold wetness of the rain splash into his face,
hoping it would wash away his impure thoughts.
At last, he looked and saw his mother impatiently standing by the rear
of
the car. Shamefully, he rushed around and threw open the trunk. They
both
grabbed as much as they could and hurried over to the cabin. He
deposited
his load on the porch and went back to the car while his mother
unlocked
the cabin.
After the first load, he had made his mother stay inside while he
trudged
back and forth unloading the car. It took him thirty minutes in the
driving rain to off-load all of the stuff they had brought, but at
least
it kept his mind off what his mother had said for a little while.
As he unloaded, his mother would sort it in appropriate piles. When he
made the last trip inside, he closed the door behind him and dropped
the
last things on the table.
"Here, here is your suitcase," his mother told him handing him his bag,
"you hurry up and change into something dry before you catch your death
of cold. Then you can start a fire while I change."
He kicked off his muddy shoes and plodded wetly into the single
bathroom
in the cabin. Closing the door behind him, he quickly stripped down and
toweled off the rainwater. He had been so wet, it felt like he had just
taken a frigid shower. Looking at himself in the mirror, he thoughts
sudden went back to his mother. He wondered what she would look like
naked. Blushing with shame, he could stop his cock from starting to
swell. Angry at himself for thinking such thoughts, he dried his hair
and
pulled out a pair of loose shorts and a sweater. A weird combination,
he
thought, but after he got the fire going, he knew how warm the small
cabin would be.
The cabin only had four real rooms. Two bedrooms, a bathroom and a
combination den, kitchen, living room. The big rock fireplace would
have
the whole cabin warm in little more than an hour, if he remembered
correctly. Stepping out of the bathroom, he saw that his mother was
waiting impatiently for him to finish.
"It's about time," she remarked, striding purposefully toward the
bathroom. "I thought you had died in there."
"You look like a drowned rat," he laughed as she walked by him her hair
plastered to her head wetly.
Drenched and bedraggled from wading around in the rain all day, she was
still cute. Cute. The word seemed to be made for her, he thought, as he
went about starting the fire. Yes, she was pretty, but not a raving
beauty. Cute, yes, that was her. But very cute. And her figure, he
blushed just thinking about it. Her body looked great for her age. He
had
had plenty of opportunity to watch her during the summer as she lounged
around the pool in her swim suit. But that was before she became
pregnant
with Marie. He hadn't actually seen her figure displayed in a swimsuit
since Marie had been born, so he really didn't know what she looked
like
now.
Then, scolding himself for thinking about his mother in such a way, he
set about getting the fire going. He could hear the shower running as
he
struggled to start the fire. Wondering what she looked like, he thought
about sneaking over and peeking through the keyhole. Scolding himself
for
thinking such a thought, he went back to starting the fire.
Thankfully, he and his dad had brought in a week's supply of wood the
last time they had been at the cabin. If they hadn't, he would never
have
gotten a fire going. As he tried, tiny tendrils of flame finally began
to
lick at the wood and soon the fire was blazing away. Squatting in front
of the fire, he poked at it as his thoughts returned to his mother. He
had heard the other boy's talking about pregnant women and women with
babies at school. They had said that their breasts got gigantic and all
full of milk and stuff. They even said that if a woman didn't have a
baby
to suck on her tits, they would get painful and have all kinds of
problems. Wayne had never really thought of his mother like that until
he
saw her nursing Marie one day. Then he found it embarrassing to hear
the
boys talking about women that way. But, in spite of himself, he found
himself trying to sneak another peek of his mother's breasts. He had
seen
them once and it had scared him. He thought that they would just be
bigger and he wasn't prepared for their size and whiteness. Ashamed
that
he was thinking about her, he suddenly found himself hard. Blushing, he
quickly stood up and started to straighten himself.
Just as he grabbed his cock through his pants to reposition it, his
mother stepped out of the bathroom. She was wearing a soft, pink
bathrobe
and drying her hair with a big, white towel.
Both of them stopped and stared at each other for several uncomfortable
moments. Then, Wayne turned away from her and shoved his swollen
maleness
into a more comfortable position.
"Are you okay?" his mother asked, strolling toward him with her arms
above her head drying her hair.
"Uh, Yeah, uh, sure," he muttered, looking back at her. As she padded
across the room toward him in her bare feet, he couldn't keep himself
from letting his eyes dip down to her jutting breasts. In his inflamed
state, her breasts seemed to be huge as they swelled out under her
soft,
cotton bathrobe.
"Are you sure you're okay?" she smiled at him with a questioning look
on
her face, "You're face is fire-engine red."
"Yeah, uh, I guess it is just the fire," he mumbled, "I was too close."
"Oh," she said, stepping up beside him and dropping the towel to the
floor. She didn't say anything for several moments as she stood beside
him warming her hands. He was afraid to move and stood waiting
anxiously.
As he waited, he couldn't keep from glancing back down at the swell of
her breasts under the thick, fleecy bathrobe. Was she naked underneath
it, he wondered and felt his penis twitch again.
"Why don't you get us a glass of wine," she finally said, turning and
facing him. "We can have a little before dinner to celebrate our escape
from drowning."
"Uh, Sure, Good idea," he blurted out, glad for any chance to move away
from her.
"I didn't get a chance to thank you for you what you did this
afternoon,"
she said softly, leaning over and giving him a soft, loving kiss on the
cheek. "You probably saved our lives."
"Awww Mom," he said modestly as his face reddened once again. Self-
consciously, he stumbled back away from her.
"Really," she smiled at him, "we would probably have been swept to our
deaths if you hadn't reacted so quickly."
"Anybody would have done the same thing," he said, hoping she wouldn't
notice the bulge in his shorts as he hurried over to the cabinet.
He found several bottles of wine in the cabinet and took one down. As
he
was awkwardly struggling to open it, he secretly watched his mother out
of the corner of his eye. She was leaning over, letting the fire dry
her
soft, short curly brown hair. As he watched, her robe fell open just
enough to give him a view of one, big, bare breast . So she was naked
underneath it, he thought to himself as his penis lurched again and he
nearly dropped the wine bottle.
"Are you having a hard time?" she asked from across the room.
"Uh, no, it, the, cork, is, uh, just a little stiff," he muttered,
wondering if her pun had been by accident.
"Need some help, Hon?" she asked him, turning slightly so that her robe
ballooned open ever wider.
"Uh, No, uh, Mom," he gulped, trying to keep his eyes glued on her big,
swollen breast and uncork the bottle both at the same time.
He could see almost all of her big, white breast all the way down to
the
ring of dark, mysterious flesh surrounding her nipple. Straining to see
more, he couldn't quite make out her nipple.
"I sure am getting thirsty," she said at last.
Tearing his eyes away from her breast, he looked up to see that she had
been watching him. He blushed almost purple as he realized that she had
known he was watching and did nothing to stop him.
"Do you find my breasts interesting?" she said, finally raising up and
pulling her robe together.
"MOTHER," he groaned, his mind in a turmoil of confusion.
"Well, you were looking at them, weren't you?" He couldn't speak.
Shamed
and humiliated beyond belief, he couldn't find any words to express his
mortification. She didn't say anything else for several moments.
His hands were shaking so badly, it took him forever to fill the
glasses
with wine. Still blushing brightly, he slowly stumbled back over to his
mother. Wine dribbled and ran down the glass as he handed it to her
with
his trembling hand.
"It's okay," she smiled softly, reaching out and taking his hand in
hers
to stop the shaking.
He didn't know what to say or do. She finally peeled his frozen fingers
from around the glass and took it from him. Smiling at him warmly, she
slowly took a long sip of her wine. Suddenly coming to life, Wayne took
a
drink from his glass, almost emptying it in his first gulp.
"My, you were thirsty too," she laughed warmly.
"I sure was," he blurted out, finishing his drink. Using his empty
glass
as an excuse to leave her presence once again, he walked back over to
the
bottle.
Refilling his glass, he turned and saw that his mother was sitting on
the
couch in front of the fire. She had her long, lovely legs curled up
under
her and she was smiling warmly at him.
"Come on over here and sit down by me," she smiled at him, patting the
couch by her.
"Uh, uh, okay," he mumbled, tripping and nearly falling as he started
toward her.
"Bring the bottle with you," she told him. Stopping, he went back and
got
the bottle. Carrying it with him, he walked over and sat down on the
couch next to his mother. The air was filled with the clean, fresh
fragrance of her soap as both of them sat staring into the fire. Time
passed slowly as they made small talk and finished the bottle of wine.