Letting My 18 Year Old Try Breastfeeding
My 18 year old son could not keep his eyes off my milk filled breasts. He is such a good boy, he was just curious. Those are for your baby brother, silly, I told him on several occasions. He would go on staring. Asking to touch them. Asking to see them.
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Version 1.0
Internal Monolog: Mother
Tone: Overly Innocent, Loving
Kink: BF, HJ, Mother-Son
Ages: 18 and 38
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“Looking good mom,” he said to me as he walked into the living room. I had just laid his brother down for a nap.
“Thank you honey,” I said in a whisper. “Your brother is sleeping.”
“Oh, sorry mom,” he said in a return whisper.
He sat down next to me, his gaze going right to my boobs.
“Honey!” I said, still whispering. “Why are you always staring at mommy’s breast honey?”
“Sorry mom. I just. I don’t know. I just can’t help it. They look. I don’t know. They just look so good. So, I don’t know. Full of milk I guess. That’s normal, right? I mean, is it normal for me to be interested in them?”
“Yes honey,” I said reassuringly. “I think it is very normal to be interested in breasts.”
“Do they hurt?” he asked. “You know, when they get that full.”
“Hmm,” I said thinking about it. “It’s a bit uncomfortable I guess.”
“Can I touch one?” he asked.
“Oh honey,” I said. “You really want to touch one of mommy’s breasts?
I guess wanting to touch my breasts was part of the normal curiosity from a boy his age.
“Yes please,” he said in an instant.
“Well come here then,” I said. “Go ahead and touch mommy’s breasts honey.”
He wasted no time putting his hands all over my breasts. I was wearing a nursing bra with nipple pads, so I was not sure how much he could really be feeling. Still, it seemed to make him happy.
“There, honey,” I said, giggling. “Happy now?”
“They are amazing!” he said. “Outstanding!”
He was smiling from ear to ear. It was so nice to hear my son be so happy with a part of me.
“Good,” I said smiling. “I’m glad you like them.”
“Can I see them mom?” He said begging. “Please oh please. Just for a second. Please!”
“Of course silly,” I said. “You don’t have to beg honey.”
I unbuttoned my blouse, watching his eyes on me, opening my blouse up for his inspection. He looked at my breasts still in the nursing bra. Both of my nipples were under a velcro release hatches.
“Okay, ready to see mommy’s breasts?”
“Yes please,” he said quickly with his eyes wide and smile reaching from ear to ear.
It felt so good to make him so happy by just showing him a part of my body. I pulled up the flap hiding my breast and nipple. I could feel his eyes on me instantly. I could also feel the process of pulling that flap up make my body feel like it was time to breastfeed.
“There is honey,” I said, watching him stare. “Look all you want.”
“Wow!” he said, grinning.
He kept staring for a while. I figured I would let him look and then maybe, it would not be such a big deal going forward.
“Mom!” he said all of a sudden. “Is that milk leaking out?”
I brought my hand up to my nipple, and yes, sure enough.
“Yes honey,” I said. “Mommy’s breasts think it’s time to feed.”
“Ah,” he said shyly. “Can I taste it?”
“Of course honey,” I said as I handed my fingers to him. He then quickly started to lick all over them.
“Oh mom!” he said with some frustration. “That’s not enough to taste. Can I just try it, right from there?”
He was motioning to my nipple.
“Honey!” I said giggling. “You want to put mommy’s nipple in your mouth?”
“Just for a second, please mom. Oh please, please, please.”
“Well, sure honey,” I said, not seeing a reason not to let him try. “Here, come over here and put your head in my lap so you can be mommy’s big baby.”
He followed my instructions perfectly, like the good boy he was. A few seconds later he was in my lap looking up at my right nipple.
“Okay honey,” I said as I guided my right nipple to his mouth. He latched on like a champ. Oh my. He was really sucking. Really drinking my breast milk. He must be really hungry.
I was not sure how long he really wanted to taste me. At first I was thinking only a few seconds. And if he didn’t like the way I tasted, then maybe not even that long. But, hmmm, I guess he likes my milk as he does not seem to be satisfied with just a few seconds.
“That’s mommy milk honey. Do you like the way mommy tastes?”
“Uh-huh,” he murmured without taking his mouth off me.
Ahh, I thought. He was so loving, taking suck from me right on my lap. I felt like such a good mom, both providing for my son and at the same time, making him happy. He was so happy to be receiving the nourishment I was providing. So comfortable resting in my lap. And, oh my. What was that! Oh dear.
“Honey!” I said giggling. “You have a, Mr. Happy!”
“Uh-huh,” he managed to murmur again.
A Mr. Happy is when a penis gets erect, but not for anything naughty. Like now. My son does not yet have any naughty thoughts yet. Men don’t get those until they are married or sometimes, right before getting married. No, my son was an innocent 18 year old boy. So he really does not get erections yet, only a, Mr. Happy.
“Oh honey,” I said, with sympathy. “That looks really bad. Is it honey?”
“Uh-huh,” he said still sucking on my nipple.
My son was playing it off like a Mr. Happy did not cause him pain. But I know better.
“Here, honey,” I said, sensing that he was in pain. “Go ahead and take it out honey. I want to see how bad it is.”
He pushed his shorts down and away from his penis. He was always quick to show me his Mr. Happy. I guess he knew I knew how to make it better.
“Oh honey!” I said. “You poor thing.” His penis was as hard as I have ever seen a penis. Maybe with him getting older, his Mr. Happy was getting harder?
“Yeah” he said, finally breaking his latch on my nipple. “It’s pretty bad this time. It. It really hurts.”
“Oh honey!” I said, feeling for him. His father shared with me how much erections hurt. It has something to do with a male’s body’s trying to convince its owner to find a sexual release. All that made sense when a man was having naughty thoughts about his wife. But when my innocent 18 year old son was having innocent thoughts, it seemed to be a cruel punishment for being born a male.
He latched back on to my nipple. He was such a trooper, fighting through the pain.
I wrapped my hand around his penis. I knew what to do. Mr Happy was a lot like a normal male erection. They both need a release. I started moving my hand up and down his penis. He responded by pushing his Mr Happy closer to me.
“That’s right honey,” I told my son. “Let mommy help.”
I suppose that was the right thing to say as he started sucking my nipple even harder. Or perhaps that was a way for him to bear his pain better? Who knows? Bodies are such complex things.
“It’s okay honey. I know it hurts. It will be okay.”
I focused on stroking his Mr Happy. He started making some groaning noises as he battled through the pain. My poor son. I started moving my hand up and down his penis faster. It was almost over. The pain would stop for him soon.
“Let it all out honey,” I said softly to him. “Let it all out and the pain will stop, honey.”
“Ahhh!!!!” my son let out as his pain climaxed. Sure enough, his Mr Happy let loose of the contents that had built up inside. Like a volcano, he started erupting semen all over the place.
“That’s it honey,” I said, stroking all of his semen out of him. It was spraying up into the air and then coming down everywhere. Some right back down on his tummy. Some up on my breasts. Some even on his face and some even on mine. That Mr. Happy had a lot!
And then it was over.
“Oh wow!” he said, taking his mouth off my nipple. “That feels so much better now. Thank you so much.”
“Of course honey,” I said, delighted that he let me help him feel better. “Now, let’s clean you up before it gets cold.”
End of Part 1