Mother’s Milk – Part 2
Jason’s heart was pounding as he walked towards her room. She was standing just outside her door, looking much as she had the first time – flustered, desperate and with a wild look in her eyes. “Don’t worry Mom, I’ll help you” Jason said, drinking in the scene before him. Where last night she had been wearing her maternity pyjamas, this time she was wearing matching black bra and panties. Her breasts strained against the fine silky material. This was no maternity bra, it was sheer and sensual. It looked too small for her milk filled breasts, which were spilling out over the top, yearning to be free. Her nipples were erect beneath the bra, he could see them poking up beneath the material. Her round pregnant belly stuck proudly out before her and beneath …