"But mum. He's my best friend. He won't tell anyone. It just came out!" Tommy responded, his face guilty and he looked almost ready to cry. He glanced out into the loungeroom where his buddy, Sergio, sat nervously on the edge of the large couch. "We had been having a lesson in PD about babies and how they get fed. After we were in the yard, I told him I watched you feeding Jessie and he asked if he could watch too." The boy looked at his mum tremulously. "I really didn't think you'd mind, mum, what with Sergio not having a mum and not ever getting to see something like that."

"What? Sergio doesn't have a mum? Who looks after him, then?" Stella glanced out at the twelve year old sitting on the edge of the lounge, her maternal instincts automatically rising up strongly as she saw his ragged shorts and scuffed sneakers. The poor kid, she thought, he really does look lonely and unloved.

"He lives with his gran and she's a real witch!" Tommy said. "She won't let him in the apartment until his dad gets in. And he sometimes doesn't get home until dark. The old lady is weird! Sergio has to hang around the park or at someone's place. I'm his best friend," her son finished off.

"But, Tommy. What I did for you was private. You shouldn't have told anyone." Tommy could tell from his mother's tone that she was no longer angry. "What if Sergio told?"

"He won't, mum. He's never seen anyone's boobs or anything," her son replied, rather incredulously, as though that was not normal.

The Brent's had a freedom in their household not generally common, and her son had seen both her and Jack naked and asked questions and pointed out things, ever since he was a baby. Of course he would see nothing wrong with his best friend seeing her, she thought. She looked back into the loungeroom at her son's friend. Her breasts felt full and heavy - it was time for Jessica's feed. It wouldn't be too difficult for her to acceed to her son's request, would it? She felt a quiver in the pit of her belly at the thought. She would be showing her breasts to someone outside the family - a young boy - the best friend of her son. He was a rather mature and good-looking boy, too.

Stop it! she thought. He's only a boy. But she suddenly realised there was a definite thrill inside her at the thought of having the boys watch her breast-feeding - and it wasn't maternal! It was sexual! She felt herself blush and turned away from Sergio to gaze at Tommy.

"If I do this, Tommy, you must say nothing to your dad. Okay? I don't know if he'd approve or not, so you say nothing."

Tommy's face beamed, but he quickly changed it to a look of grateful sobriety and nodded. Inside he was still bubbling, though. She'd given in. He knew she would. He'd seen her looking at him funny at times when he looked at her naked, or asked her a personal question, or pointed to parts of dad, her or him. When Sergio said women liked young boys and told him about fucking Mrs Dobey in the back of her shop, one thing had led to another and they had cooked up this scheme to see how far he could get with his mother. They had made up the story about Sergio's gran and everything. And it had worked!

It was true that Sergio didn't have a mum, though, but he lived with his dad who was a womaniser and had used Sergio ever since he was little, to get women and girls into their bed. His father usually always got the woman to have sex with Sergio, the both of them sharing their bed for as long as Sergio could remember. He had since developed his own almost magnetic attraction to women, his air of sexual awareness combined with his innocent charm got him laid almost whenever he wanted; and his dad continued to encourag him. He had told Tommy he thought his mother was gorgeous and that maybe they could get to fuck her. Tommy had never had sex and the thought was incredibly exciting, especially as it was his own special fantasy......(cont)