Molly Smith sighed and closed her eyes, trying to relax enough to trigger her letdown. The sound of her son Benny's favourite show floated in from the living room. He was three, and the only thing that would keep him occupied long enough for her to pump was the darn TV. Life would be so much easier if her milk would just dry up...
Molly had weaned little Benny off the tit almost two years ago. It went about as well as could be expected, with the worry and stress all of the new experiences a first born brought. The unexpected bit was that unlike what all of her internet searches said should happen, her milk didn't dry up after Benny took to solid food.
At first it had been funny, a silly quirk of her life, but after several doctor visits and tests, they'd found she could be lactating for years. It might not have been so bad, tolerable even, if her condition hadn't had a side effect: her husband was not attracted to the changes her body had gone through...at all. Her previously pert breasts had grown several cup sizes, and her areola had doubled in size - normal changes. Her nipples had seen the biggest change, plumping out until they were an inch long. Jason hadn't really paid attention, until the first time he'd walked in on her pumping and compared her to a cow...
Molly glanced down at her breast, watching as drip by drip the little bottle under the pump was filled up, until it was time to swap to her other tit, which was drained in turn, finishing as the closing credits were rolling on Benny's show. She hoisted her breasts back into her nursing bra and went to the kitchen to bag, label, and freeze the bottles of milk.
Despite the effort Molly had put into exercising the baby weight off - successfully - there were times the cow comment felt appropriate, for when she bent over, her heavy, milk-swollen breasts sagged towards the floor like udders. She wore a bra as often as she could, to hide them from her husband, but there were times when she was busy and unable to pump, when a bra was too restrictive and painful on her sensitive tits.
While the comment had been quickly retracted, it stuck in her brain - even years on - and nothing Jason had done had mended the hurt. He refused to touch her chest during sex, and wouldn't enter any room where she was pumping. It was humiliating, and yet, Molly held on because she loved him and didn't want to break up their little family.
Distracted by her thoughts, Molly missed the first few buzzes of her phone in her pocket. Quickly retrieving it, she saw it was her mother facetiming her, and she answered with a smile. "Mom! Hi, how are you?"
Molly glanced at the TV and left it on for Benny. She'd need a few more minutes.
Molly spent those few minutes, and more, updating her mom on Benny's latest developments, and turning the camera to show the toddler so she could coo over him.
Near the end of their usual chatter, Susan said, "It's been too long since I saw my little boy, can you manage if we come visit?"
"Of course, when?" Her parents lived several hours away by car, and they didn't come often.
"I was thinking about this Thursday? If it's okay."
Molly loved her parents dearly, and could use a visit. "Yes, we'd love it! I'll have to check with Jason, but I don't think it will be an issue." The guest room they'd stay in was her quiet retreat and pumping room, so she'd have to relocate for the visit, but she'd make it work.
"Oh lovely. I can't wait! Let me know what Jason says. Twist his arm if you have to!"
Molly grinned and nodded. "Will do. Say hi to Dad for me, I have to get Benny off the darn TV."
Susan waved, and they hung up the call.
Molly sat for a minute, going over what she needed to do to make the visit successful; it was going to be a lot of work to get the house ready in time.
***
That evening, when Jason got home, she had a nice dinner prepared, and his favourite beer in the fridge.
It didn't take him too long to figure something was up. He raised his eyebrows, a sardonic grin spreading across his narrow, but handsome, face. "Did you crash your car?" he asked, before taking a bite of his steak.
Molly rolled her eyes and sighed. "Noo...my parents want to come visit...and they want to come Thursday night." Better to get it all out at once. She watched him mull the information over.
"Okay. There are a few games I want to watch this weekend, but your parents will probably be focused on Benny anyway." He winked at his son, who was carefully spooning potatoes in his mouth. Despite his aversion to her, he was a good dad.
Molly smiled. She said, "Thank you, honey. They won't be a bother, and it's been a long time since they saw Benny in person."
"Yeah, yeah." He smiled to show he was teasing. "How long are they staying?"
"She said a couple weeks."
***
That night, Molly sat at her dresser, nightshirt on to hide her offending breasts. She couldn't wear a bra to bed, it was far too uncomfortable, but her thick, overly large nightwear concealed her chest well enough. There was a time when she'd been proud of her chest; happy to show off a little cleavage, hungry for an appreciative stare. No longer.
She could hear Jason in the ensuite bathroom, humming as he got ready for bed. Lately, perhaps the last year, it had become a game for her to predict whether he'd be interested in sex. She knew there would be no involving her breasts in the situation, but they had other fun.
Listening for cues as to his mood, Molly combed her blonde hair, brushing down to the tips that tickled her shoulders. This was the only real time she had it down all day, as she kept it up in a ponytail for convenience doing chores and chasing after Benny.
"I like your hair like that," Jason said, exiting the bathroom. He ran his hand along one smooth lock appreciatively. He quickly lay down in bed, picking up his book. One good sign, one bad sign. He'd complimented her, but then buried his head in a book. A coin toss!
Molly still drank the compliment in, happy he'd noticed. When she'd done brushing, she joined him in bed, letting her tresses cascade on her pillow. "Can you skip your book tonight?" she asked, keeping her voice low and husky.
"Mmm, not tonight, I'm not, uh, feeling it. Sorry, maybe tomorrow?" He didn't look up from his book.
"Sure," she replied. The coin toss hadn't gone her way. She mentally shrugged off the rejection, which was sadly easy nowadays, and said, "I'll need to clear out the guest room, I guess."
"Clear it out? What's in there?" he asked, turning a page.
"Um...it's full of my stuff, the rocking chair, you know." It was her hobby room, but it was also her pumping room, a place to remove herself from Jason's sight while extracting milk. He didn't really like her to mention that bit.
