Mother’s Milk_(0)

Jason caught himself thinking about her again. It seemed to be happening more and more these days, now that she was entering the final stages of her pregnancy. He knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn’t be thinking about his own mother that way, but he just could not help it. The more he tried to fight it, the more turned on he seemed to become.

In his mind he was picturing his mother undressing, slowly and seductively, when all of a sudden his thoughts were pierced by a shout from downstairs.

“Jason? Are you up there honey?”

“Uh yes Mom” Jason quickly replied, with a slight edge of guilt in his voice. “I’m just up in my room reading.”

“I’m just going for a shower” his Mom called. “If the phone rings, could you pick it up? I’m expecting a call from the hospital”.

“Sure thing” said Jason.

Jason lay back on his bed and turned on the TV in an attempt to turn his mind to something other than his mother. A few minutes later it seemed to be working – he was watching his favourite show and his mind was free of dirty thoughts. At least until he heard the shower.

He carried on watching for another minute, but it was no good. He was thinking about her again. All his friends teased him for having such a hot mom, mocked him with all the things they said they would like to do to her. Never in their wildest dreams would they have considered that he might want to do those things too, and more.

Unconsciously, Jason found his fingers drawn towards the TV remote control. He found the mute button and pressed it. Now all he could hear was the distant sound of falling water. As he imagined it cascading over her body, the sound seemed to get louder and louder, piercing his brain. With a great effort, he wrenched himself out of his revelry and went to shut his bedroom door to drown out the noise.

As his hand brushed the doorknob, he stopped. Looking down the corridor, he could see the bathroom door; it was open. Not wide open, just a few inches. But certainly enough for a quick look.

Jason could feel tension in the pit of his stomach, an exciting an unsettling mix of fear and anticipation. Was he really about to do this? Was he going to spy on his own mother in the shower?

With his mind a few steps behind, it was his feet which seemed to make the decision for him. Before he had even thought of the implications of his actions, he found himself creeping down the landing. He wasn’t even there yet, but he could feel his cock throbbing. He was finally going to see her, was finally going to glimpse the body which had plagued his fantasies for the past few months.

After what seemed like a lifetime, he reached the door and taking a deep breath, turned to look. Within a second, he was completely hard. Harder than he had ever been before. The sight was incredible, better than he had imagined. She was breathtaking.

His eyes wide, Jason tried to keep his breathing under control as he took in the view. His heart was beating so loudly that he was sure she would hear it. But she didn’t.

She was facing slightly away from him, standing under the shower with her eyes closed. Her long auburn hair was slicked behind her head, reaching someway down her back. Rivulets of water were cascading over her body. She was simply beautiful. Her body was tanned perfection, bronzed from her career teaching yoga in the park.

His eyes were drawn straight away to her breasts. As he looked at them, he could feel his shorts growing damp with precum. They were whiter than then rest of her body, but they still looked great. She was in the seventh month of pregnancy and his baby sister was only one and a half. Her breasts were engorged with milk. She had always had a good cleavage, but after giving birth to his little sister, her breasts had ballooned. He had always wanted to catch a glimpse of her breastfeeding, to try and feast his eyes on those perfect mounds. He had almost given up hope when his sister had switched to the bottle. But here they were, right before his eyes.

He watched, mesmerised, as the water cascaded over her breasts. His eyes were drawn to her nipples. He couldn’t believe his eyes, they looked big, and so dark. The areolae around them were dark too, in contrast with the milk white skin of the breasts. But the nipples were so big and hard. Unconsciously he licked his lips, imagining taking one of those buds between his lips and sucking.

Movement from in the bathroom gave him a sudden start. About to bolt, he realised that it was nothing to worry about. Quite the opposite in fact. His mother’s hands had started caressing her body, foaming it up with a soap bar. She rubbed them it and down both arms, before tracing it gently over her rounded belly. At seven months’ pregnant, her belly was taught and rounded. Far from ruining her figure, it made her look better. Pregnancy suited his mother, it gave her a glow, a slightly fuller and fleshier figure which made Jason just want her even more.

Jason’s eyes drifted down to her ass. As she was standing more or less sideways on, he could only see one cheek. It was rounded and firm, and he had to suppress an urge to go in there and cup it. Just as this nasty thought was permeating his mind, she turned away from him completely. Now he had a full on rear view, and both cheeks sitting there so plump and inviting was too much for Jason to taken.