CHAPTER 2
MOM'S STORY
Ellen got up from her nap on the bed in the guest bedroom at her son Jake's apartment, She went into the bathroom. That morning, she had gone to visit her son Jake in Briarwood. He had invited her for an over nighter and had offered to pay for the trip. It was only six hours away and she loved to drive her new little red Honda. She had gotten the car as part of her divorce settlement from Jake's dad. Well, if she were totally honest, Bill wasn't actually Jake's dad but that's another story. She was very sore in her vaginal and anus areas. Jake had hurt her but she had liked it. The very fact that she had liked it really bothered her.
"That's sick," she scolded herself.
She had nursed her son until he was in second grade, about 7 years old. She had loved raising her children. Every nerve wracking minute of it. She had three: Jake was 2 when his sister Annie was born. A year later Danny was born. A beautiful child who was so pleasant and easy to raise, unlike Jake and Annie who demanded her attention seemingly 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Ellen's parents spoiled the two older children terribly. They bought them anything they wanted and even took them on vacations with them. It was great sometimes to have Danny at home all to hersef but at other times she resented her parent's interference.
She had nursed all her children, loving the time she spent with them and the way their sucking at her breast sent waves of heat all through her body. She never confided in anyone, but sometimes the feelings would get so intense while she was nursing them that she would actually orgasm. She felt so guilty because these were her children. Her husband Chris....no, ex husband...had been no help at all. All he wanted to do was screw her, day and night, night and day. She couldn't call it making love because it wasn't. He pleased himself and left her wanting. She often used her need to suckle a child to put off his advances.
Maybe that was why that sweet little thing from Georgia who worked in his office was so inviting. Ellen knew about their affair two years before Chris decided to tell her. When he finally did tell her, their divorce was final within weeks. Well, good luck to both of them. She had her children.
Jake never seemed to be ready to give up the breast. Even when his siblings were born and nursing, Jake would come over and sit with her on the couch, watch the baby nursing for a bit, then reach up and tug on my bra covering the other breast and pull it down. He would cuddle on my opposite side and nurse from the freed nipple. He loved my milk and I loved him.
So you wonder what happened when Danny came along? Well, since there are only two tits, I told Jake he would have to use a bottle if he wanted to eat at the same time as his brother and sister. He looked up at me and, with all his 3 year old wisdom, decided that he could use a cup. He patted my arm and said in his best big boy speak,
"It's OK mommy. I uttertan'."
I felt so guilty, as if I was shutting him out, so occasionally I would offer him a breast. He never turned me down. Annie didn't nurse as long as the boys. She was more curious about her surroundings and the whole outdoors, that she would 'eat' me and then want to go outside. She had 'miles and miles to go before she slept' I thought as I paraphrased Robert Frost's words from his poem, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. I loved Frosts' poetry. Annie did too. She would sit still for a while if I read to her but she had 'stuff' to do. Danny came along and Annie saw her chance to escape. Danny loved my milk as much as Jake and since Jake was in pre-school all day, Danny didn't have to fight with Jake for my tits.
And that's all it was. Just food for my boys. Nothing wrong with that. I had friends who would nurse their children until the child was five or six. I guess the fact that Jake was in high school and Danny in junior high was a bit of a stretch. I had a bonding with my boys that would turn any mom green with envy. Or maybe that green color was disgust. Well no one actually knew about it so what was it hurting. The boys and I were happy, so we continued. But now they were 22 and 25, and neither son knew I was still suckling the other son. And I really wanted it to continue that way. I'd fantasized about 'spending the night' with Jake or Danny, but I would never suggest it to either of them. I knew it wouldn't be right. And now she was spending the night at Jake's, and he said Danny was coming over.
When Chris divorced me for his little "schoolgirl" ( well, she was in college! That's a school isn't it?) I was delighted. I could fire up my computer anytime I wanted and talk to whoever I wanted. I went a little wild. I set up my profile on several dating sites and couldn't wait to get to my 'sites' each morning to see who was interested in me. I kept my sites password-protected and cleared out my 'history' every night so the boys and Annie wouldn't know about my 'net world'.
I'd met several men (it wasn't hard with 44DD breasts) and had a couple of close calls with guys who were into BDSM stuff but nothing too bad. I knew my boys would always be there for me if I ever needed them.
