Part 1

Marcia sighed as she rested her head on the back of the rocking chair. Her little one-month old daughter was nestled in her arms happily sucking away at her breast. It felt so good to finally get some relief. Her breast pump had broken earlier and little Amy had taken an extra long nap. Her breasts had been screaming out for relief and she felt a moment of bliss when Amy finally woke up and clasped her mouth on one nipple and started to suck. Now if only she would finish and start on the second nipple.

She rocked the chair gently and listened to the sound of her daughter slurping at her breast. She took this moment to think about her 14-year old son, Mark. He seemed so withdrawn lately, ever since the baby had been born. Of course he was still having a hard time dealing with the death of his father six months ago. Tears started to roll down Marcia's eyes as she thought of Greg, her husband and father to both her children. She missed him so. One minute he was alive and full of health, the next he was dead, the victim of a drunk driver. Life seemed so unfair at times. And now she was left alone to deal with a newborn baby and a sullen teenager.

She heard footsteps and opened her eyes. Mark had entered the room and was heading for the TV. She really should have nursed Amy in the bedroom, but she wanted to spend as much time with Mark as possible. And besides, nursing a baby was so natural that Marcia didn't feel she needed to hide the process from her son.

"Hello son', Marcia said.

Mark grunted something in reply. He was already engrossed in some childish television show.

"How was school?" she persisted, trying to draw him out in conversation.

He didn't answer.

"Mark?"

"What?" he finally answered in exasperation.

"I asked you how school was."

"It was okay. When's dinner?" he answered.

"In about an hour. Is that soon enough for you?"

Again, Mark didn't answer. Marcia sighed. She wished he would talk to her more. She missed their conversations. She missed his lopsided grins. She missed his corny jokes. She realized that she missed the old Mark almost as much as she missed her husband. There was nothing she could do to bring Greg back. But she was determined to do everything she could to bring the Mark back!

At that moment, Marcia realized that Amy had stopped sucking. She looked down and realized that sweet little Amy had fallen asleep again! Oh no, she thought. She hasn't even started on the other breast. She opened her blouse and pressed down gently on the tender engorged breast. A droplet of milk squeezed from the nipple and Marcia winced. Her breast was so tender and needed to be nursed. What a day for her breast pump to break! She tried to wake Amy, but she was out like a light! So she again pulled her blouse open and started to massage her breast a little, hoping to squeeze out the milk. She was so intent on her task that she didn't realize that she had fully exposed herself to her son. She only realized it when she finally looked up and saw her son's eyes completely focused on her breasts! She stared at him for a minute, and felt a familiar wetness between her legs. Marcia was appalled! Did she just get horny because her son was looking at her breasts! Surely that isn't lust she's feeling. She willed away the feeling and moved to quickly cover her breasts.

At her sudden movements, Mark jumped and his eyes flew to meet Marcia's. For a moment, neither of them said anything. Then Mark blushed and he turned towards the TV again.

Marcia was thoughtful. What had just happened here? She tried to examine how she was feeling. She squirmed in her seat and realized she was very wet and her pussy was tingling... she was horny! Her son had made her horny. Granted Marcia hadn't had sex in a long time, but still how could she get turned on by her own son? After a minute, she realized that the feeling wasn't ending. If anything, it was getting more intense. She needed to stop...

Pushing the thought away, Marcia again concentrated on her breast. She needed relief. If only Mark would suck her breast... she broke off at the thought. Where did that thought come from? But still the thought wouldn't leave her. She looked over at her son and immediately saw that he had a hard-on. Mark had his eyes glued on the TV, but his hand was massaging his crotch. Marcia glanced at the TV. Surely the Power Rangers wasn't giving him a hard-on. Could it be that her son had fantasies about her?

Without thinking about it any further, Marcia came to an instant decision. She needed relief and Mark was here...

"Mark." She said sharply.

He turned to face her, his hands immediately falling away from between his legs.

"Please take Amy and put her in her crib, then come back here right away. I need to talk to you."

"About what?" he whined.

"Never mind. Just do it".

Mark immediately sprang from the couch and bent over and carefully took Amy from her arms. Marcia deliberately kept her blouse open as he picked up the baby. She noticed his eyes fastened on her nipple and he stared at it for just a moment. He took the baby and in just moments, he was back. Marcia had made no effort to cover herself so Mark was greeted by the sight of his mother with her blouse completely open and her breasts totally exposed to him.

Marcia let him stare at her for a moment, then she spoke.

"Mark, I need a favor from you."

He tore his eyes away and looked at her.

"Yes Mom, what is it?".

"Well, Amy wasn't very hungry and unfortunately she didn't drink all my milk. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind... well... you know..."

Her voice trailed off. Suddenly she wasn't so sure what she was doing. Mark had almost a scared look on his face and he was her son after all.

"Never mind Mark..." she started to pull her blouse together.

At that, Mark sprung forward.

"No, Mom... please don't" his hand stopped her. "Let me." he pleaded.

And with no hesitation, Mark knelt down beside the chair and gently took her nipple into his mouth and he began to suck. A feeling of such desire coursed through her body at that moment. She threw her head back and just savored the sensation.

His full mouth covered her nipple completely and he sucked with enthusiasm. His hand held on to her breast as he sucked, massaging it gently. She could hear him gulping down her milk. Until finally there was no more milk, and still he sucked. Then he bit her nipple playfully and she yelped!

He let go and smiled at her.

"Sorry Mom". And they both laughed.

It felt so good to laugh again with her son. She didn't want to let the feeling go. She noticed that Mark's hand had strayed to her other breast and he was busy massaging it. He looked at her questioningly and she nodded yes. Without further encouragement, he reached over and began to suck on the other breast as well. There were a few drops of milk remaining and Mark hungrily lapped it up.