Inspired by the Lynne Stuckey programme

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The ABC television network had just shown a feature would get them in a lot of hot water. It concerned the mother who was in court againt local child welfare groups as a result of the fact that she still breast-fed her 9 year old child.

Denny Smith and his mother, Pauline, watched the programme on the sofa one evening.
Denny was much older than the lad in question but the show had got him thinking. He sneaked a couple of glances at his mother and wondered just what it would be like....

She was an affectionate woman, one with a good sense of humour but not one with Oedipal tendancies (sad to say as far as Denny was concerned)

He would have to be careful how he raised the issue so he began casually - "Mom, do you think what she did was so terrible?"
 
Pauline sat back and gave some thought to his question.

"Well yes and no." She replied then took a drink of her 7-up. "Yes, in some ways it was wrong. Wrong that she was open about it. Today's society is going to make it out to some form of sexual identity crisis on the child's part. But at the same time No, cause every mother knows that breastmilk is better for her child then formula. Though it is unnatural that she was able to let her child nurse for so long. I mean knowing that breastfeeding helps the uterus heal after childbirth and the bonding between a mother and her child is stronger at those times then as the child grows."

She sighed feeling bad for the mother and the child. "Looks like honesty is going to hurt the family bond between laws of maternity and laws of Man."
 
"Do you think the lad gets teased at school about it?" Denny asked, still looking at his mother's chest and hoping she didn't realise just where his glance was aimed. "She admitted on the show she stopped lactating - erm that is the right word isn't it mom - a long while ago. How old do you think he'll be before they stop - and will it be him or her who decides to bring an end to it?"
 
"If he wasn't before, he might now." Pauline sighed again as her thoughts went to the mother.

"Lactating.. yeah that is right. That means she stopped making milk" Thinks back to her days when you were tiny. "Most women I know of usually dry up during weaning when the baby starts getting teeth. I know I lost the ability to nurse you when you were about ten months old. You were a nipper."

"Depends on his Mother, I suppose. How long she will let him do that, nursing her breasts. Who knows, it might never end.. he might marry and his wife will have to take the role of his nursing needs. I wouldn't be the least be surprised that he doesn't find a wet nurse to keep him happy."
 
"Do you think it feels strange for them both?" Denny inquired, already formulating the bare ideas of a stratagem in his mind.

He could not remember back to when he was ten months old but was feeling rather envious of the kid he had seen on the ABC show - even though he sensed that mother/son relationship did not (yet at least) have any sexual undertones to it.

Pauline wasn't a woman to flash her body around so he had no recollection at all of ever having seen her uncovered breasts. Except in his dreams.
 
"One can never tell. They have been at it for this long it must be natural for them." Pauline guessed. "When you get used to something everyday, there are no barriers."

Pauline rose and took the snack dishes to the kitchen. That show had left some other thoughts percolating in my mind. How could she stand being a nurse to her child like that?

Yet it didn't leave her thoughts alone as baby memories started to surface again.
 
Denny strolled after her.

He watched her from behind and pictured himself either lifting up her knee-length skirt or reaching his arms around her and jiggling her tits. Such thoughts had been tormenting him for a long time now.

Casually (but loud enough for Pauline to hear) he muttered - "I suppose it's not easy for us to comment on something we haven't actually experienced ourselves"
 
Pauline put the dishes in the sink and then thought she heard him say something "What honey?"

She looked up then back to the sink and started to run water in the stopped side. A quick wash and they wouldn't just be sitting.

Yet her mind went to several different thoughts, one of them breastfeeding again. She sighes wistfully, thinking she was way too old to be getting the I want a babyblues.
 
Denny "helpfully" stood alongside her with a cloth - "You wash, I'll dry....be quicker that way, mom." and was rewarded with a little peck to the cheek.

As they respectively washed and dried, he continued with his thoughts about the Lynne Stuckey saga.

"Ya know, mom, unless you and me actually tried it ourselves, I don't think we've really got a right to criticise that woman on the television."
 
Dishes went a lot faster with help and finally Pauline gave thought to what her son said.

"I don't think so. For several reasons.. one it would be wrong, two is isn't really our place to judge, and three You are too old to be sucking a teet."
 
"Surely it wouldn't be so wrong if we were only doing it as an experiment?" Denny pondered aloud as he dried the final plate. He was suddenly seeing the
possibility of realising a long-term dream and felt as if he would never get a better chance or scenario than this.

Pauline turned to face him as he carried on with his theory - "We could fix a definite time limit, maybe five or ten minutes to prove whether or not that woman they interviewed is completely nutty - you and me would probably have a good laugh about it..... now that I've seen that programme I think I am maybe just curious"
 
"I don't know...." Pauline started then turned back to her son.


"Curiousity killed the cat you know." She was trying to find a way to back away from this uncomfortable feeling. Yet there was another part that longed for that closeness, that intimacy that came from nursing. "Let me think a bit."
 
Well at least that was better than an outright NO or a slap in the face felt Roy. He paused a moment and then stepped up behind his silent mother.

He placed each hand under a breast, above her clothes, and then very briefly lifted each of them.

"If you say yes, which will it be, mom? This one..... or this one? Or perhaps split the time evenly, five minutes each so neither of them gets jealous."
 
Pauline spun around in a second and she was ready to slap him outright for having the audacity to touch her so intimately.

Yet that look in his eyes, it said something more. Was he serious? Did he feel lost within because he couldn't remember those nurturing moments?

"Please don't do things like that, it upsets me." She said flatly but if that was totally true then why were her nipples pressed hard to her shirt.
 
"I guess it IS a sensitive issue like they were all saying in the studio audience, mom....I'm sorry."


He wanted to suck them now more than ever.


"Perhaps what I suggested though,mom, would be a way of feeling less uneasy about the whole thing? What do you think? You could even tell me a funny story or something to lighten the mood if it would make you feel better about it."
 
"Now wait a minute, You're making it sound like it's all okay.. and it isn't okay yet."

He noticed that she said yet.

Plus she was more uncomofrtable that her nipples were poking up like little trampy show-offs Hey Look at Me.. I'm the spot to suck on

She went to sit down, her mind was jumbling up her morals and beliefs. Where were her values? True she believed in having a open sexual discussion would keep her child from making poor relationship choices but this never came up in her Values course at college.
 
"The longer you churn it over in your head, mom, the more you'll convince yourself it's a bad idea. Hey! If a turns out to be a bad idea or really boring for us both, then what the heck? We've wasted a quarter of an hour of our lives?"

Denny was good at making the serious sound trivial at times.
 
"But....." She realized that what he said was the truth. She would most likely chicken her way out of being the tiniest bit of adventureous.

"How would we go about setting up the atmosphere?" At least htat would buy her some time to work up her courage.
 
"I think we should be as casual about it as possible. You just go through to the living room, sit on the sofa, get yourself topless and call me through. I'll then join you as if it's the most ordinary natural thing in the world. And while I'm doing it, just talk about day-to-day stuff. We can analyse afterwards just what it was like."
 
There was that spectacle look but she took a deep breathe and walked into the front room, closing all the blinds to make certain that no nosy biddies tried to peep in.

She took four deep gulps of air and while her hands trembled she slowly unbottoned her blouse.
 
Denny rinsed his mouth with some bottled water waiting for the call.

This was going to be fantastic, whether it led further or not. As far as he was concerned, Lynne Stuckey deserved a sainthood for providing him with this excuse.

He was already thinking up how, when it was over, he would be able to angle for a second chance and how on earth would he EVER be able to find a legit reason to get into her panties.

Any moment now....
 
"okay Denny." taking a few more gulps of air to steady her nerves.

She wondered about so many things at that moment and even had to remind herself that it was merely to prove a point.
 
He strode into the room and fought hard to remain dignified as he saw his darling mother sat on the settee entirely nude from the waist up.

"Should I kneel between your legs as I do it? That would probably be the most comfortable way."

There were other ways he wanted to get between Pauline's legs but they might have to wait a while.
 
"Kneel?...." Pauline was blushing hotly. "Ummm I had thought that you could lie in my lap, with your .... head in my arm... so that you could... ummmm nurse...."

She turned slightly so that she was in the corner of the sofa and her dress fell away. Pauline turned even redder as she was wearing nothing underneath. Soft curls of gold graced that mound between her firm thighs. Goosepimples were dotting her arms and legs.

She opened her arms for Denny to ease down on the couch and prayed that she wouldn't scream or some offer bloody fool thing.
 
He didn't know where to look. He suddenly preferred his mother's idea about how they should position themselves and placed the back of his head upon Pauline's lap. Inches from paradise.

He laughed - "Here goes nothing eh mom? Which one am I going to suckle first?"
 
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