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Part #2 of 4
"Why don't you lay your head in my lap and take a nap like you used to
do
when you were younger?" she finally asked him.
"Uh, uh, okay," he said, setting his empty glass down on the floor.
Maneuvering around on the couch, he gently lowered his head down onto
the
softness of her lap. The clean, sweet bouquet of her freshly washed
body
filled his nostrils and brought back fond memories of his youth as he
lay
looking up at her. He saw her smile warmly as she slowly ran her
fingers
through his hair. Her breasts, the source of his earlier embarrassment
were now jutting out only inches above his face. Only the thick, fleecy
covering of terry cloth hid them from his eyes.
Drinking in her pleasant scent, he slowly closed his eyes. Listening to
the sound of rain splashing against the windows, he found himself
getting
drowsy. The dull roar of the continuous rain was broken occasionally
when
one of the logs in the fire place would crack and pop. Relaxed by the
wine, the fire, the rain and the almost intoxicating nearness of his
mother, he felt himself slowly drifting off into sleep.
Wayne didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he could still hear
the rain beating against the side of the house as he slowly floated
back
to consciousness. Letting himself awaken slowly, he suddenly realized
that his cheek was wet. Had the roof sprang a leak, he wondered. It
wouldn't surprise him as hard as it was raining. Slowly, he opened his
eyes and found himself staring up at his mother's bare breast. Stunned,
he saw that his mother's robe had somehow fallen open baring her
breast.
Not able to believe his eyes, he saw that her big, bulging nipple was
brushing against his cheek. Then he saw a tiny trickle of white juice
leaking out of the swollen pap. Staring at the distended pink knob of
flesh, he watched in fascination as the little stream of mother's milk
continued to seep out and run down the soft, curving underside of his
mother's beautiful breast.
Almost immediately, he felt his cock swell to aching hardness as he
gawked at her breast with utter fascination. Afraid to move, he basked
in
the sheer debauchery of the moment. At last, he tore his eyes from her
breast and saw that she had apparently fallen to sleep, too. Her head
had
fallen over and she now slept with her cheek resting on her shoulder.
Quickly looking back down to her breast, he drank in the captivating
view
of bared breast. He had forgotten how pale and white her breast was
when
he had see it earlier. But now that he was so close to it, he could
even
see the delicate, blue veins of blood under the transparent skin
covering
her breast.
His quest was over. The prize was now before him, openly displayed for
his voyeuristic depravity. He watched it as it slowly rose and fell
each
time his mother took a breath. What would it be like to suck on the
hard,
puffiness of her nipple, he wondered perversely. No, he couldn't do
that,
he thought. That would be too much. What would his mother say if she
woke
and found him sucking on her breast? She would probably kill him.
Staring
up at the bright pink nipple, he couldn't stop himself from slowly
turning his head toward her. As he did, the hard, rubbery knob slid
across his cheek and his lips moved ever closer to the forbidden fruit.
At last, the hard puffiness of her big, bloated nipple touched his lip.
Then as a tiny trickle of his mother's thin, white milk trickled down
onto his lips, he became so excited, he was about to cum. He had never
felt such excitement. His whole body was throbbing with electricity as
he
slowly opened his mouth. As his lips parted, her distended, puffy
nipple
slipped between his lips. He didn't move for several moments, but at
last
he gently sucked on her nipple.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then he saw his mother's eyes flicker
open. Terrified of what she would do, he lay as still as he could. Her
eyes looked out aimlessly for a moment and then suddenly swept down to
his face. He didn't know what to do. Time stopped as they stared into
each other's eyes for the longest time.
Finally, she moved ever so slowly, reaching down and cupping his head
her
arms, pulled him toward her, forcing her nipple farther into his mouth.
"Yes, please," she whispered, pressing his face into the soft, yielding
flesh of her swollen breast. "Nurse and make my breasts stop aching."
Wayne was stunned and did nothing for a moment. Then realizing that she
wanted him to nurse, he slowly started sucking on the great, swollen
pap.
As he began to suck, he was distressed as the bloated nipple grudgingly
gave up a thin, watery fluid for several moments. Thinking there would
be
more milk, he wondered what he was doing wrong. Then, as he began
sucking
harder, he was alarmed when milk suddenly began to pour from the
nipple.
Seeing his mother smile down at him approvingly, he began to suck
harder
as the thickening sweetness of her milk began to gush into his mouth.
Somewhere deep in his memory banks, the delicate, sweet, sugary flavor
of
her milk triggered forgotten memories of his childhood. He was now a
tiny
baby, sucking at her breasts as her milk now poured into his mouth. But
even though his mind had reverted to infancy, his maturing body was
alive
with excitement. Swallowing as fast as he could, he still couldn't keep
up with the flow and some of the frothy, white milk leaked out of his
mouth and dripped down his chin. Some innate primal force was guiding
him
now as he pushed his face into her breast with soft insistence. As he
sucked, he could feel the heaviness of her breast pushing back against
his mouth.
He couldn't get enough of her sweet, precious cream as it poured from
her
breast. Wanting more and more, he unconsciously raised his hand up to
her
breast. Wrapping his hand around the jutting fullness of his mother's
breast, he softly, but firmly began to milk her.
"Oh, yes, Baby, take all of Mommy's milk and make it stop hurting," she
murmured, pressing his face into her breast even harder.
As he sucked, he could feel the swelling of her breast slowly
diminishing
and her body begin to relax. After several minutes, he was gravely
disappointed when the flow of milk slowed to a trickle and then stop.
Downcast that her breast was empty and there was now no reason for him
to
continue sucking on her breast, he felt his mother shift her body and
suddenly her nipple popped out of his sucking mouth. Like a child
without
a pacifier, his lips continued to move, searching for her breast.
Then, weak from the earlier adrenaline rush, he watched in amazed
wonderment as his mother opened her robe and lifted her other
beautiful,
swollen breast out. Turning slightly, his mother lowered the big, round
softness of her breast with its glistening pink cup down to his lips.
It
was like giving a drink to a drowning man as she slowly lowered the
large, swollen nipple down to his lips. Just as before, when he started
sucking on it, it took several moments before her rich, thick milk to
begin to flow freely. But, at last when her milk did start to flow
again,
it quickly filled his mouth to overflowing once again. Hungrily, he
pulled at the rubbery nipple with his lips and mouth sucking more and
more of the pleasing sweetness of her foamy milk into his mouth.
"Oh, Yes, My, Baby," she murmured as he continued to suckle her.
Wayne's swollen cock was throbbing with such fire pain, he knew that he
couldn't keep from cumming much longer. He had never been so hard. It
was
like having a knife shoved into his cock as it pulsated with
excitement.
He had never been so aroused by anything in his whole life.
As he sucked and sucked, he was once again disappointed when the flow
of
milk begin to decrease. Afraid that his mother would take her breast
away
from him when it stopped giving milk, he wondered what he could do to
postpone the inevitable. As he feverishly tried to think of a way to
keep
sucking on her breast, he gently ran his tongue over the lactating
nipple
and felt his mother's body stiffen in response. Surprised by his
mother's
reaction, he stopped sucking so hard and began to tease the big,
swollen
nipple with his tongue. Less and less milk flowed out, but his tongue
became more and more insistent as he tickled and teased the bulging
nipple.
"Mmmmmm, Babbbyyyyy," she sighed as her whole body relaxed. As Wayne
played with her nipple, he felt her legs underneath his head slowly
part.
Then, he was stunned when he felt his mother's pelvis tilt and gently
press up against the back of his head. Was she becoming excited, he
wondered as he felt his cock lurch perilously close to an eruption.
Tweaking and toying with her nipple, Wayne could no longer taste the
intoxicating sweetness of his mother's milk. Even though the flow of
milk
had completely stopped, his mother made no move to stop him. She must
be
enjoying what he was doing, he thought. The very idea that she would
let
him play with her nipple without nursing stunned him. Shocked, he
eagerly
renewed his assault on her ripe, bloated nipple.
As he played with her nipple, he heard her make soft, little mewing
sounds. Excited even more, he continued to pull and nip at her bloated
pap as he massaged and kneaded the soft flesh of her breast with his
hands.
While he had initially thought that sucking her breast and drinking her
milk was the most thrilling thing he had ever done, this was even more
exciting. Thinking about what he was doing sent emotions flowing
through
his body that were almost overpowering. He was actually playing with
his
mother's big, beautiful breasts and she was not going to stop him.
The soft, insistent pressure of her groin against the back of his head
was growing harder and harder the longer he kept teasing her nipple.
Then
without warning, he felt his mother's hand drop from the back of the
couch down to his stomach. He didn't know if it was an accident or if
she
had done it on purpose, but her hand was now resting only inches from
his
throbbing, aching cock.
He began to massage and knead the soft, pliant flesh of his mother's
breast more and more confidently as she made no move to stop him.
Then his heart almost stopped when he felt his mother's hand slowly
inch
toward his over-ripe maleness. Was she consciously doing it or was it
just a reflex. Either way, his cock had a hair trigger and he knew that
it would take nothing to cause it to explode.
Suddenly the phone rang. As it did, his mother's hand jerked and
brushed
across his primed readiness.
"Goddddddnnnnoooooo," he gasped out around his mother's nipple as he
felt
his penis erupt inside his shorts.
"Oh, Baby, I'm sorry," his mother whispered as she watched him strain
and
jerk as he ejaculated , "I'm sorry." Wayne couldn't believe that it had
happened. He couldn't stop it. To his utter shock and humiliation, he
felt his mother slowly ease out from under him and get up.
"I'm sorry, baby but I've got to answer the phone, It's probably Tony,"
she said softly, pulling her robe closed and walking over to the
telephone.
Wayne buried his head down under the pillows, wishing he could crawl in
a
hole somewhere and die. How could he have cum right in front of his
mother. He was so disgraced, he would never be able to face her again.
Trying to bury his mortification under the cushions on the couch, he
listened to his mother talking on the phone as he felt tears of shame
running down his face.
He couldn't make out what she was saying over the din of rain that was
pouring down on the house. Then, all at once, he felt exhausted and
unable to keep his eyes open. He didn't try to fight it and within
moments, he was asleep.
The room was dark when he awoke. Looking around, he saw that the fire
had
been built back up and was casting a soft, warm glow over the room. He
didn't move for several moments as he let his eyes grow accustomed to
the
dark. After a few moments, he let his eyes slowly search the room. Then
he saw his mother sitting in the big, stuffed chair by the fire. He
couldn't believe his eyes as he watched her gently massaging her big,
pendant breasts while she sipped on a glass of wine. Even though he had
cum only a short time before, he felt his manhood spring back to life
almost immediately.
She seemed to be unaware of him as she had her robe untied and spread
apart so that her great, swollen breasts were uncovered. His eyes drank
in their unmatched beauty as he watched her fingers toy and pull at the
big, distended nipples. Watching her play with her breasts, it seemed
like it took only seconds for him to become as hard as a rock.
Then stunned, he watched as her hand slowly slipped down from her
breasts
and traveled down between her legs. The way she was sitting prevented
him
from seeing what she was doing, but when her head tilted back and her
eyes closed, he could imagine where her hand was. He was already on the
verge of a second explosion as he watched his mother playing with
herself. Her movement was becoming more and more animated as he
watched.
Her legs crept farther and farther apart and she began to make the same
little mewing sounds as before. Her breathing was becoming ragged and
uneven as her hand moved faster and faster.
Then just as it had been with him, the telephone rang.
Wayne closed his eyes and feinted sleep as he heard his mother get up
and
walk across the room. He could hear her talking quietly to someone, but
the thrum of the rain made it impossible to distinguish what she was
saying. After several moment, he heard her set the phone down. He
waited
for a few moments as she slowly padded by the couch and sat back down
in
the chair. Opening his eyes, he saw that she had spread open her robe
again and was massaging her breasts.
Slowly, he sat up.
"Do your breasts hurt?" he brazenly asked her not knowing where he had
gotten the courage.
"Whut, what, uh, what did you say?" she sputtered, turning toward him.
He
didn't speak for several moments as he let his eyes wander over her
big,
bare breasts. She seemed confused and initially didn't make a move to
cover her exposed breasts.
"I asked you if your breasts were hurting again?" he blushed as she
looked down at her bare breasts.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she mumbled, slowly closing her robe and covering her
breasts, "I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"I'm sorry, I just feel sort of funny inside when I see your breasts
uncovered," he smiled weakly.
"They do hurt a little," she smiled back at him, "but not like before."
"Your breasts are very pretty," he said lamely, not knowing what else
to
do or say.
"Do you really think so? she said, this time blushing herself, "I
thought
they were a little too droopy."
"Oh, No, Mother, they're beautiful," he blurted out, his obvious
excitement showing.
"Well, Thank you, I guess," she laughed softly, taking another sip of
her
wine.
"Uh, would, uh, would you like for me, uh, me to, uh, to, uh, nurse you
again," he mumbled, ashamed that he had said it.
"What did you say?" she asked him with a puzzled look on her face.
"Oh, Nothing," he said, blushing again afraid to press his luck.
Did she know that he had cum before, he wondered as he sat smiling back
at her inanely. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to
say.
"Why don't you get something to eat?" she told him, "I fixed some snack
stuff while you were asleep."
"Hey, that's sounds good," he said, getting up and going over to the
table.
"You were sleeping so soundly," she said loudly, trying to make herself
heard over the sound of the rain, "I didn't want to wake you after what
happened."
Wayne didn't know what to do or say in response so he hungrily devoured
half of the food on the table. He had been ravenous, but hadn't
realized
it because his sexual emotions had been overriding all other feelings.
Pouring him another glass of wine, he walked back and sat down on the
couch. As he did, his mother told him that they were stuck in the cabin
until at least tomorrow afternoon. Tony had talked to the sheriff and
found out that the local national guard had a emergency bridge laying
unit and that they could come out as soon as it stopped raining.
Wayne didn't have to ask her when that would be as the rain continued
to
fall outside with a vengeance. Looking down at his watch, he was
shocked
to see that it was already nine o'clock.
"Wow, it's getting late," he remarked, refilling his glass.
"Yeah, you slept for quite a while," she smiled back at him, slowly
sipping on her drink, "You've had a very long day.
Neither of them spoke for several moments. Wayne got up and stepped
over
to the door of the cabin. Opening it, he watched the rain cascading
down
in sheets.
"Boy, it's still coming down in buckets," he hollered back to his
mother.
"I can hear it," she shouted back at him. Closing the door, he walked
over to the fire and warmed his hands. He wanted to ask his mother if
he
could nurse her again, but he was too bashful so he just stood there in
front of the fire waiting for her to do or say something.
"Honey, I think I'm going to bed," he heard his mother say after a few
moments, "It's been a long day for me too."
"It sure has," he answered, not knowing what else to say. "I think I
will
too."
Disappointed that his mother hadn't asked him to nurse again, he
trudged
into his bedroom and pulled his clothes off. The house was warm so he
could sleep in the nude as he usually did. Crawling under his covers,
he
gently stroked his swollen manhood as he listened to his mother getting
ready for bed in the next room.
Then suddenly, she stuck her head around the corner. Startled, he knew
that she had seen him stroking himself.
"Uh, Good Night, Baby," she told him, "I, uh, I hope, that you sleep
well." Then before he had a chance to respond, she disappeared back
around the corner.
"Uh, Night, Mom," he shouted out.
He got no response, but after a few minutes, her light went off leaving
the house dark except for the faint glow from the fire in the living
room. Lying in his bed, thinking back over the events of the day, he
slowly drifted off to sleep.
Suddenly, he found himself awake. Something had woken him up, but he
didn't know what. The fire was almost out and the house was dark, but
he
didn't hear anything out of the ordinary as he listened. Then he heard
the sound of another log being placed on the fire. As he watched, the
glow from the fire slowly grew brighter. Then he heard his mother put
another log on the fire. He couldn't see the fire from his bed, but he
could still see the faint glow of it. Staring out his door into the
living room, he was surprised to see his mother suddenly appear at the
door. He knew that it was too dark for her to see his eyes so he didn't
have to pretend he was asleep.
His mother stood in his doorway for the longest time. He wondered what
she was doing as she stood peering into his room. Although the glow of
the fire was weak, Wayne's eyes had grown accustomed to the dark and he
could see that his mother was wearing a very, very thin nightgown. Even
in the dim light of the fire, he could easily make out the silhouette
of
her beautiful body as she stood looking into his room. Lying on his
back
he suddenly felt his cock surge back to hardness as he stared at the
outline of her body.
Wondering what she was doing, he couldn't believe his eyes when she
slowly moved and stepped into his room. He couldn't believe that she
was
actually coming toward his bed.
Suddenly the captivating aroma of her bewitching perfume enveloped him
as
he felt her sit down on the edge of his bed. His heart almost stopped
beating as he waited to see what she would do next. Then he felt her
slowly lift the covers and ease down under them. She was now lying in
his
bed next tom him. He thought he was going to have a heart attack as he
suddenly felt her warm body press up against him.
"Wayne, are you awake?" he heard her whisper.
"Uh, yes," he muttered, his mouth so dry, he could barely speak.