Comforting My Lactating Mommy

You know when you just know when your parents are being weird around each other? I suppose as a nineteen-year-old who still living with his parents, it wasn’t hard to pick up on the weird vibes.

Dad was hardly around. It was either work or some mid-life hobby he was busy with. Or going out drinking with his buddies. And mom, well, she was busy with my baby brother, Thomas. It took a while to get over that huge age gap. He was barely a few months old, and here I was, a grown ass adult. When I took my baby bro out and about, I would get people assuming I was the father. That would get me a laugh or two, depending on the person’s sense of humor.

The first time it happened, I tried to correct them, but there was no point. So I just smiled and nodded. But I got used to it. It didn’t take me long to come to the realisation that I would do absolutely anything for my little bro, even if all he wanted was to poop, cry and feed.

And boy, did he feed.

I thought it was kind of cute the way my mother nursed him in public. She never seemed embarrassed by it, not one bit. If anything, she made sure she could do it comfortably, making sure she was always sitting at an angle where my brother could latch on and suckle freely.

It also didn’t help that mom was a real milf, and everyone else thought so too.

So, when she nursed my little bro in public, people would look at her tits and not the baby. Sometimes I’d catch some guy gawking at them. The way my mom fed my brother, it was almost like she was doing it on purpose to entice others.

I noticed dad seemed embarrassed by it, even disgusted, which confused me. It wasn’t like he who had to feed my brother. When mom was in the living room, dad would make a point to leave. And I knew it would upset mom. It was weird for me to be there at first because, it was hard not being drawn to her breasts. But after the whole ‘its natural’ talk, I gradually gotten used to it. Mom would feed Thomas or she would be perfectly comfortable using a pump to draw out the leftover milk in her.

We had a system where I would bottle feed him if mom was not around and vice versa. Mom was pretty happy about that because she didn’t feel like the child caring was left all to herself.

But the other reason that make me feel awkward around her breastfeeding, was that it turned me on like nothing else. I had to pretend to get comfortable, putting a cushion over my crotch as I pretended to be engrossed with what was on TV, but all the while I was lusting after those gorgeous, milky breasts of hers. I never failed to excuse myself and jerk off like a madman in my bedroom right after.

Sometimes, if I was lucky, I would find one of mom’s bras in the bathroom, still stained with milk. It made me feel like a creep, but also the smell aroused me.

I wanted to do things to her so badly, but I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise my relationship with her… She was hot, and she was my mom. There were lines that could never be crossed and there were other lines that could be blurred. And that’s when I started getting really horny all the time, to the point where I was unable to think straight.

It was late one night after a long day of classes, I was tired and decided to just hit the sack early, when my phone buzzed. I thought it was some stupid notification until I realised it was a text from my mother.

I smiled and opened the message.

Mom: “Hey, sweetie, I can’t sleep. Can you please come down?”

“Why can’t you sleep?” I replied.

Mom: “My boobs are full. That’s a big surprise. Can you help me with Thomas?”

“Sure.”

I didn’t bother changing out of my tee and boxers, but I made a quick stop in the bathroom to relieve myself and brush my teeth.

“Thanks, sweetie.” Mom said, looking up as I entered the dimly lit nursery.

She was in her pyjamas, sitting up against the headboard with Thomas snuggled up to her chest. He was sucking on one nipple and I noticed she was trying to use a pacifier to get him to switch but he was having none of it.

“He’s really hungry, poor thing.”

“Is there something wrong? Why is he hungry this late?”

“He was cranky most of the day, so I figured I’d just feed him whenever he’s hungry.”

“Is dad back yet?” I asked.

“No, not yet.”

I could see she was frustrated.

“I’m so tired.” She said, her voice cracking slightly.

She looked at me and then quickly looked away. I sat next to her on the bed, unsure what to do next. My brother continued to nurse on her swollen nipple. He was latched on tight and showed no signs of letting go.

“This happens a lot when your father goes out.” She said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I get horny.”

I blinked, “What?”

“I told him to just find someone to sleep with and get it out of his system. I know he’s going to do it anyway. So I’m just asking for it to be done behind my back rather than under it.”

I sat there quietly, trying to process what I was hearing.

“Do you think it’s weird I told him that?”

“What?” I shook my head, “No.”

She let out a sigh, “Good because I’m sick of his bullshit.”

“So… why did you call me here?”

Mom smiled at me, “I need to pump, and I figured you’re the only one who would help.”

“But you just nursed him?” I asked.

“Yeah, but he needs more. I feel so bloated.”

“You want to do it now?” I asked.

“Yeah. Unless you’re too tired.”

“No.” I said, maybe a bit too eagerly.

Mom smiled again, “So, are you comfortable watching me?”

“Of course.”

“Okay. Well, first I need to change my clothes.”

I watched mom as she got off the bed and went to the other side. She pulled out a nursing bra from her drawer and quickly changed into it. My eyes were on her breasts the whole time. They looked even bigger when they were swollen and engorged.

“I hate these things.” Mom said, snapping the bra together.

“Why?”

“They’re so ugly. And I can’t wear any cute bras, so I don’t get to feel pretty.”

“They’re not ugly.”

“Thanks, sweetie, but I know how they look.” She replied. “It’s not like I have cleavage anymore.”

I didn’t say anything else.

Mom came over to my side, carrying her breast pump. She laid on the bed, propped up with pillows. Thomas was still suckling away.

“Can you hold this for me?” She asked, handing me the breast pump.

I nodded, holding it in my hand. I didn’t know what to do exactly.

“You need to attach it to my breasts and switch it on.” Mom explained.

Quite methodically, she pulled her top up, and yanked the cup of her bra down, exposing her nipples. I tried not to get too excited at the sight.

I reached over and attached it to her right breast first. The nipple shield covered her nipple completely and made a perfect seal when I switched the machine on.

I watched as her breast began to rhythmically contract and expand. She had her eyes closed as she continued to nurse my brother.

I attached the pump to her left breast and turned it on. It was fascinating to watch mom being milked. The machine whirred away as the bottle filled with my mother’s delicious milk.

“Are you sure this is okay?” I asked.

Mom opened her eyes and looked at me, “Yes. Why do you ask?”

“I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Sweetie, this is fine. I just feel so used to having you around to help me, my little knight in shining armour.”

I blushed, “Uh… thanks. But dad should be doing this.”

“He doesn’t like it.