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it is working for you new.
"SnakeEater" <mghargh@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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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!!
>
> (3) Disclaimer Three: If You Are, Now Or Have Ever Been, Offended By
> 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.
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> 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.
>
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