Grown up Already

"Patrick! Why this sudden interest? You've seen me in my underclothes before and never seemed bothered by it," I replied, trying not to sound angry or embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I don't know what came over me. It's just...seeing you in your bra made me realize how great you look. I wanted to see more of you. Please forgive me and let's just forget I ever asked," Patrick said, looking really embarrassed.

Feeling sympathy for him, I responded calmly, "It's okay, Patrick. I guess I didn't notice you are already a man. It may not be right, but I love you so much and would hate to refuse you anything. If I do show you, it has to be our little secret, okay?"

Patrick's face lit up with relief and he promised, "I won't tell anyone, I promise!"

With a sense of reluctance and apprehension, I slowly raised my hands and unclasped my bra between my breasts, holding the cups in place until I took a deep breath and let them fall free. In that moment, I sat bare-chested before my son's gaze.

Patrick's eyes widened with wonder as he stared at my exposed breasts. Hesitantly, he reached out his hand and used his forefinger to trace a circle around the aureole of the closest breast.

"They're even more beautiful than I imagined. Can I touch them? Please?" Patrick looked at me with pleading eyes, and I found it impossible to say no. So, I simply nodded.

With both hands cupping my breasts, Patrick delicately explored their weight before brushing his thumbs over my nipples, causing them to pucker and harden. I couldn't help but wonder where he learned such gestures.

“I breast-fed you for nearly two years with these, and we both seemed to get a lot of love and enjoyment from it. The warmth of your little body against mine, the sweet suckling sounds you made as you nursed - those were some of my happiest memories. It's when a mother and baby bond so closely.” My voice was soft and reminiscent as I brought those memories up.

I wasn't too shocked when he suddenly bent down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it for just an instant before turning bright red with embarrassment. His hands dropped to his sides in total confusion.

“Oh God! I’m so sorry Mom. I don’t know what came over me. Everything I do seems to go wrong.” Patrick buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with mortification.

I couldn't help but laugh, trying to ease the tension between us.

“It's okay, sweetheart. You haven't done any harm. And it's not exactly the first time your mouth has been there - it's just been a while. Now come on, let's get ready and go out.” I shooed him away playfully.