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Mother's Milk
Written by Pedros

Twelve year old Chris Mundy watched his mother, Jan, carry Joshua across the lounge room to take the baby into his nursery. It had been a really hot day and she was wearing a bikini, Chris's favourite, one made of a net-like material that allowed her bare flesh beneath to be seen - except right at the tip of her breasts and the V between her legs. Her slim body was still like that of a younger woman in spite of having had two children and two disastrous failed marriages. The first was to Chris's father when she was only seventeen and she was already pregnant when they had had to get married. He turned out to be a drunk and a wife-basher very early in their marriage and she had left him soon after Chris had been born. Her second marriage was just as bad and had ended ten months ago, before she knew she was even pregnant with Joshua. Chris watched the way her almost nude body swayed as she picked her way over the scattered toys on the rug and the way her full breasts swelled around the confines of the tiny cups of her bikini top. Her hips were bare and most of her buttocks, the g-string bottom really only providing a covering for her pubic area. Chris was used to seeing his mother in her lacy underthings and skimpy bikinis and she was proud of her dancer's figure and showed it off whenever she could. Chris was wearing just his brief jockettes. They had been swimming in their pool and, it was so hot, he had slipped just his undies on after changing out of his wet bathers. He had come inside with his mother so he could watch her feed Joshua, a thing which had begun to fascinate Chris.
His mother was still breast feeding and didn't object to her older son watching her feed Joshua. She wasn't shy about exposing her breasts and Chris watched in awe each time she uncovered one of her firm, full tits and Joshua searched with his mouth for her large, dark nipple and fixed onto it hungrily, his little hands grasping at her flesh. He saw the baby sucking, milk showing at the corners of his mouth as he worked away on her. Chris had begun to feel funny while he watched and was curious to know what his mother's milk tasted like. And then he had begun to feel that same funny feeling as he looked at his mother's almost nude body and wondered what she would look like with nothing at all on. He looked at her slightly rounded belly with its deep navel and could see a faint brown line running from it down into the top of her bikini bottoms. Her skin was a golden tan and the line was the only mark on it apart from a sexy looking mole right at the top of her thigh and a butterfly tattoo on her right buttock. His eyes followed the line downwards to the smooth bulge between her legs covered by the tiny triangle of net. He knew she didn't have a penis like him, but he had no idea what she did look like beneath that skimpy covering. He could see a couple of blonde hairs sticking out from beneath her bikini bottom, and this intrigued him; and he had looked at her as she got out of the pool and could see the material had cut into her down there, making a groove between her legs. It was then he had decided to try to satisfy his curiosity.
When his mother came back into the lounge after settling Joshua down, Chris was lying on his belly on the sofa watching television.
"Do you mind if I sit there, honey?" his mother asked, indicating the end of the sofa. Chris wriggled back down a bit and his mother sat down, her hand tousling his blonde hair absently as she settled down to watch the program. Chris rested his head on her thigh. She felt so good. And she had a nice warm smell, a smell that was stronger than the chlorine smell on her skin from the pool. He breathed her in as he watched the television.
It was a midday soapie and Chris soon lost interest, although his mum seemed to be following the story. He rolled onto his back, pulling a cushion he was lying on over with him, pressed against his groin - not for shyness or embarrassment, but because it felt good. He looked up at his mother, his eyes not getting beyond her full breasts held by the tiny cups of net. He could see the crease beneath them where they joined her chest, the bra cup almost an inch away from that join. Her breasts swelled out either side of the triangle of material and Chris felt an urge to hold the rounded globes. He felt his penis stirring in his undies beneath the cushion and it felt good.
He turned his head and body more towards his mother. He was now facing her belly, his face only a couple of inches away from her skin. His mother shifted into a more comfortable position as he moved and her hand absently stroked through his hair and over his shoulders. Her smell wafted up to him, a warm, heady perfume that he sometimes smelled strongly when he crawled into her bed after a bad dream or during thunderstorms. He gazed on her bare belly, his eyes following the faint brown line downwards. He saw a crease at the base of her belly, just above the V of her bikini bottom and he could see a couple of strands of crinkly blonde hair caught beneath the material. His mother had short fine hairs almost invisible except from this close up covering the bulging strip of flesh he could see below the crease of her belly, and a faint line of them running up her belly towards her navel. They were as fine as the hair on his own body and he was surprised to see she had them like him. He looked down into her lap and strained to see into the shadows of her groin, but it was too dark. Her thighs were firm beneath his head.
Chris stayed lying on his side but turned his head, once more looking up under his mother's breasts.
"Do you have to keep wriggling? You're like a little worm," she said looking down at him and she ruffled his hair lovingly. Chris smiled back up at her. One of his arms was folded under him and he put his other along side her thigh, his hand resting on her bare hip. He rubbed it on the smooth expanse of satiny skin and his mother giggled and squirmed, but did not stop him. He did that for several minutes until she became absorbed again in the television show. Chris gradually let his hand stroke further and further around his mother until he was caressing the rounded globe of her buttock, his fingers moving along the edge of her bikini around to the deep crease between her buttocks and back to her hip.
"Chris?" she suddenly said, realising where his hand was touching. "What do you think you are doing, young man?".....(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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