Big Boy
By Helplesscase



My hand was trembling as it reached for the handle.  Slowly I pushed the
front door open and stepped inside.  I could hear familiar sounds on the
television around the corner.  I felt a wave of relief. What was I
expecting? Setting my bag down, I walked through the house.  As I moved
past the kitchen, toward the living room I realized that I was nearly tip-
toeing.  Jeez, relax.  I could handle this. Why was I so nervous to see
her? Things were different now.  I continued walking toward the sound of
the television. It sounded like cartoons.

"Long time no see."  The voice behind me caught me by surprise. I turned,
and she was standing in the hall with her hands on her hips.  A smile crept
across her face, and she reached out toward me. I stepped into her embrace,
and she pulled me warmly against her. "Mmmm, I missed you."  Her arms
spread across my back, pressing me flush against her body.  Several seconds
went by and she continued to hold me tight.  As her embrace lingered, I
realized this wasn't getting off to the start I wanted. I began squirming a
little, and she let go.  "What, didn't you miss me?" She asked with a
teasing smirk.

"Of course I did."  Hearing my own defensive tone I knew I needed to
control my emotions better.

"Well good!"  She retorted playfully.  "You're not going to start already
are you?"

      "What are you talking about?"

      She rolled her eyes.  "You know how you get."  She stepped closer,
filling the space in front of me, and started to straighten my shirt
collar.

      "I'm not starting anything, I'm fine Mom."  Her perfume smelled sweet
and familiar.

      "Good.  Tell me about your first year of college.  Did you make some
friends?"  She finished playing with my shirt collar and started running
her hands up and down my arms softly. "I hope nobody took advantage of
you."

      "Of course not!"

      "Well, mothers worry!"  She defended.  "And I have especially good
reason to worry about you."  She circled her fingers around my upper arms.
I was ready for this.  I hoped she would notice I had been working out.  I
stiffened my arms. "I thought maybe you would get some muscle at school,
but no luck there." She sighed.

      "Mom stop it that hurts."  I sputtered, looking down at her hands.

      "Sorry honey.  I was barely squeezing."  She began petting my arms
softly again. "See, I have reason to worry. You're so fragile.  I wonder if
it was a good idea to let you go away to school."

      "Mom! Lets not talk about this again!  I'm not fragile."

      She sighed in exasperation. "Okay, okay baby.  We don't have to talk
about this." She put her hands up defensively.  "At least not right now.
Lets go see your sister, she really missed you."

      As we walked to the living room mom patted my rump softly. "Wait till
you see your sister."

      Lisa's face lit up when she saw me.  She jumped to her feet and ran
full speed into me, nearly knocking me off my feet.  "Hey big brother!"
She hugged me as hard as she could, making me grunt a little.

      "Okay, okay!  I'm glad to see you too."  I laughed. When my sister
stepped back I was startled to see the top of her head was near my eye
level. "Wow! You must have sprouted 6 inches!" I said in surprise.

      "Yup!"  She stood on her tip toes to look me in the eye briefly and
giggled.  My mom stooped down and kissed her daughter's forehead. "Show
your brother what we've been working on."  Lisa pulled back her sleeve and
curled her arm.  It was surprisingly thick, with a noticeable curve of
muscle. I was not expecting that at all. "Feel it Tommy." My mom prompted.
From thumb to finger tip my hand stretched to feel the front of her arm. I
could tell right away I couldn't squeeze it down.

      "That's good Lisa."  I said trying to be enthusiastic for her
benefit.  I looked at my mom who was gushing over her daughter.  I couldn't
help but feel a little jealous.

      "Let me see yours Tommy." My sister said.

      "No, I don't feel like it."  Being put on the spot like this with my
mom looking on made me feel queasy.

      "Aww, c'mon! I just want to see."  My sister whined.  I knew I wasn't
getting away without looking like a terrible sport to my little sister.  I
flexed my arm and my sister pawed my biceps.  I flexed hard, but it didn't
really respond much.  Her fingers squeezed a little and she let go.  She
seemed disappointed somehow.

      "Leave your brother alone now for a while Lisa.  He just got home."
From behind me, mom's arms wrapped around my chest and pulled me back
against her. She leaned over me and pressed her cheek against mine.  Her
soft hair fell against me neck. "My little boy needs a good home cooked
meal." She squeezed me and murmured in my ear just audibly, "I really did
miss my baby."

She let me go, and suggested "Lets get you settled in Tommy."

      I started toward my bedroom, but my mom stopped me. "Sweetie, I
forgot to tell you, we got rid of your room."

      "What do you mean you go rid of it?"

      "We turned it into an exercise room for Lisa."  She shrugged as if it
was an obvious answer.

      "Where am I supposed to sleep then?"

      "Well. Lisa's room only has a twin bed.  My bed is much larger."

      I felt more nausea.  She wasn't going to do this to me again. "No
way! I want my own place to sleep."  Her expression dropped, and she looked
genuinely disappointed.  After a long pause, "Well, I guess you could sleep
on the couch." That night on the couch I had my first chance to evaluate my
first day at home.

I had spent many nights in the previous months thinking about how I would
handle my mother when I got back from school.  It couldn't go back to the
way things used to be.  I had thought about not coming back home at all
this summer, but I knew she would only make that even more difficult.

I decided that so far I was handling myself pretty well.  I had kept my
space and most of my dignity. What kept running through my mind was how
much my sister had grown.  She had always been thin and short. Mom always
said we took after our father. Now she was probably the tallest girl in her
class.  And she wasn't thin any more either. She was really healthy
looking. She was 12 years old now though, and girls sprouted earlier then
boys.  I reminded myself that she probably wouldn't get much bigger.  I
shook off the twinge of jealousy I felt for my sister after seeing my mom
so proud of her.  I shouldn't feel competitive toward my sister like that.

      I spent the next five nights on the couch, but I barely slept each
night.  I was beginning to get exhausted from lack of sleep.  It didn't
help that each morning my mom got up at 5:30 to do yoga in the living room.
 By the 5th day I was starting to wonder how I was going to survive the
summer with no sleep.

      Every morning I woke up to the sound of the stereo turning on, with
that low 'soothing' music she liked.  And all five mornings she wore some
type of bikini outfit.  Even though I was angry and frustrated, laying
there on the couch deprived of sleep; I couldn't help but feel a little
proud of my mom for how beautiful she looked.  At 37 years old she looked
like she was 27.  As she stretched she caught me looking at her. A devilish
smile formed on her full lips.

      "Good morning Tommy."  She said in a musical voice. She pointed her
toes toward me on the floor and reached slowly past her feet, holding the
stretch for several seconds.  Her large breasts poured outward, pressed
together by her outstretched arms.  I turned my head and focused on the
lamp at the end of the couch.

      "I noticed you looking at my new bikini Tommy.  Do you like it?"  I
felt a hot wave wash over me and my stomach was turning again.

      "I keep telling you to call be Thomas, but its fine."  I said with
annoyance in my voice.

      "But do you think I look good in it?"  She persisted. She stood up,
held her arms out and spun around to show me.

      "Do you have to do this here every morning?" I whined, trying to
change the subject.

      "Of course! I don't want to get out of shape."

      "Well you lift weights all day, every day."

      "True, but the Yoga is important too."  She came over and knelt down
in front of me.  "You never answered my question Tommy.  Do I look good in
this bikini?"

      "Mom, why are you asking me that?"

      "Pumpkin, I'm a personal trainer.  It's important that I look good.
If I look like a fat slob, then who will want to hire me?"

      "You are in great shape and you know it.  You know you look
beautiful." The words fell out of my mouth before I really considered them.

      "Aww, thank you baby that means a lot coming from you." She leaned
over and kissed me on the forehead.  Her bikini clad top slid heavily onto
my bare chest.  She lingered over me, brushing my hair aside with her
finger tips.  Her perfume drew me nose toward her. No!

      "Mom!  C'mon!" I said in exasperation.  She stood back up, adjusted
her bikini top, and then looked down at me with feigned confusion. "Mom,
you wake me up early every morning.  I barely sleep at night as it is on
this couch."  Her eyebrows furled when I said that.

      "Well that's because you think you're too much of a big shot to share
a bed. Do you think it would be fair for me to ruin my routine because my
son wants to be a spoiled brat?"  She went back to her stretches in a huff.
 After a few minutes she was doing the spits and resting forward on her
elbows. "I don't know what's so bad about my bed all of the sudden anyway.
Its warm and soft."  She got up and stood over me.  "I know you used to
like it."  She huffed and walked away, swaying hips in her usual way.

      A little while later she was ready to leave for work.  "I left you a
list of chores young man. I want them all done before I get home.
Understand?"

      "Yes mom."  I knew what she was doing. She was going to give me the
cold treatment now.  I knew I had to have a heart-to-heart with her that
night to get things under control.

      "Oh, and I told Lisa you would help her with her workout today." Then
she shut the door and was gone.

When Lisa came out of her room with her workout clothes on I offered to
help her as my mom had ordered.

      "No thanks.  I already called my friend Kristi to come over."

      "Are you sure?  I don't mind."

      "Umm, well after seeing your arms yesterday I don't think it would be
a good idea."  She said mater-of-factly. I was deflated by her comment.

      "Lisa, just because mom is built like a superhero doesn't mean I
can't help. I'm not that weak." I could see on her face that she wasn't too
convinced. "I'm sure I'm stronger then your little friend Kristi." I said
with a snort.

      "Kristi's 16, she's not little. Its not a big deal, Kristi likes
working out over here."

      I thought about explaining that 16 wasn't very old but let it go. Mom
left me with quite a list of chores anyway. I knew she was testing me.

      The door bell rang a few minutes later, and I was greeted by the
smiling face of Kristi. With her cute dimples and braces I knew she was a
nice girl.  Her neon pink jogging outfit matched her personality. She was
very energetic, and chattered away as soon as the door opened.  She
explained that she had heard a lot about me, and that her mom was good
friends with my mom.  Our mothers worked together at the gym.

      I set myself to the list of chores while the girls did their routine.
 After some time I decided I should start the laundry.  I went around the
house picking up dirty clothes it occurred to me that the workout room
probably had some towels that needed washing. I tried to be unobtrusive as
I walked all over the room picking up various articles.  I was surprised
how much was lying around.  Mom's workout clothes seemed to be strewn
around all over the place.

Kristi was facing into a mirror, curling a bar to her chest. She hadn't
bothered to take off her pink jacket. Lisa was looking on. I only glanced,
but Lisa's arms looked toned and defined as they hung at her sides.
Nothing like I'd ever seen on a 12 year old. She must have really been
pushing herself.  I finished and continued to the laundry room to load the
washer.  I heard the door shut behind me, and turned to see Kristi standing
there with her dimpled smile and braces.

"Did I miss something Kristi?"

She took off her jacket and set it on the washer.  I was stunned to see
large triceps slide and gather on her arm as she reached. She was wearing a
tank top.  As she turned to me, I could see her shoulders were wide and
round on her body. "No, we're just taking a break."  She said nonchalantly.
"I wanted to see something."

"What's that?"

"This."  She suddenly swiped her arm around my head and jerked it down into
a headlock. I was still in shock of what was going on, but I didn't have
time to think about it.  My face was pressed into a rather hard stomach,
and her arm was digging into my neck.

"Ow, hey that hurts. Stop it!"

"Make me."  She said quietly into my ear.  "I want to see if you can." My
head felt like a rock was being pressed against it.  My hands flailed.  I
reached up and grabbed her to try to pull her off balance.  But there was
no give.  I grabbed her wrist, but I couldn't budge it. I slapped side leg
in desperation, making a loud slap. "Shh! Don't make noise." Then I felt
like my scull was about to cave in as she really turned the pressure on.  I
whimpered quietly and begged for her to stop.  "I heard your mom mention
what a wimp you are.  I had to see for myself."  She let go, and I fell to
the ground, crying silently.  "Geez, you really are a wimp.  We're going to
have lots of fun together this summer." She said quietly to me. "This will
be our little secret though of course." She crouched down by me. "One time
a wimpy boy like you just threatened to tell on me.  I broke his collar
bone and three if his ribs.  It was super fun." She stood back up. "By the
way, he never told on me."  She watched me recover on the floor for another
moment, smiling with that innocent smile.  "I have to go, but I want a
little kiss from you first." Slowly I stood up to do as she requested.  She
motioned away from her face. "No, here."  She flexed her arm and I kissed
her biceps like she wanted.  She stepped quickly toward me and I flinched.
Then she giggled and left the room.  I heard her down the hallway calling
to Lisa. "Hey, I was just talking to your brother.  He's a blast."

I hid in the bathroom for a few minutes and regained my composure.  I could
hear the girls talking and laughing loudly just down the hall.  I wanted to
stay in the bathroom until Kristi left, but I really needed to get these
chores done to prove myself to mom.  It occurred to me that Kristi would be
a perfect angel in front of Lisa, so I would just have to be careful not to
be left alone.

I did finish my chores. I even wiped down the mirrors in Lisa's workout
room while the girls were there.  Kristi looked surprised at first, but she
smiled brightly when she saw me.  "Tommy, Lisa told me you got straight A's
in college this year."

"Pretty close, I guess."  I answered cautiously.

"I wish I could do that good in school.  Hey, maybe you could come over
sometime and help me with my summer school class!"

"Yeah!" Lisa innocently chimed in, happy to see her friend hitting it off
with her big brother.

"I don't know.  Maybe."  I didn't know what to say.  Kristi clapped
enthusiastically, at the idea like an innocent young teen.

I didn't know what I could do about Kristi.  One thing was for sure.  I had
to keep my problem a secret from mom.  She was looking for any excuse to
keep me from going away to school.

I waited nervously for my mother to get home that night. My confidence was
devastated by Kristi, but I had no choice.  I had to talk with my mom that
night.  I kept reminding myself that I was a normal 19 year old young man.
I wasn't sure how much I even believed it though at that point. I just
tried to think back to college. How everybody treated me like an adult.

Mom came home with groceries and walked straight into the kitchen.  I
followed her in and watched her put some things away.  "Can I help with
anything?" I offered.  She stopped for a moment and eyed me suspiciously.

"Sure.  You can help me get dinner started.  Would you take that pan down
from the hook?"  I walked over to the pans which were hanging over the
counter.

"Why did you hang them so high?"

"Well its not like children need to be able to reach them." She looked over
her shoulder at me. "Hey, don't climb up on the counter Tommy. I don't want
you to fall down."  I felt her hands grip my hips tightly and I was
suddenly elevated 2 feet. "There you go."  I grabbed the pan and she set me
down. "Okay helper. Now can you get me that bread off the top of the
refrigerator?"  Once again I realized I couldn't quite reach. The bread was
toward the back.

"Don't you have a stool in here or something?" I was getting frustrated.
She just walked up and reached over my head.  She handed it down to me, and
stood inches from me smiling down.  To my dismay she was enjoying this
immensely.

"I have to go away this weekend for a business trip. I'd better leave you
some money for ordering out. You might starve without your mom here to cook
for you."  She turned back to what she was doing.  "Please set that bread
on the table honey - If you can reach."  She giggled, the stopped when she
saw my expression. "I'm sorry baby.  Its just funny watching you try to be
a big boy sometimes."  I felt hot blood rushing to my head.

"Mom, we need to have a talk tonight!"  I blurted out.

"Okay, Tommy.  We can have a little talk after dinner."

"No, we need to have a big talk." I corrected.  I could see on her face
that she wanted to say something, but she decided not to.

That night after dinner she went to her bedroom for a while and called me
in.  I found her on her bed, painting her toenails.

"Mom, what are you wearing?"

"My night gown." She looked down at herself innocently.  Her pink silk
nightgown was scrunched up, showing the full length of her legs.  "Do you
want to have that talk or not Tommy?"

"Yes, I do."  She patted the bed and I sat next to her.

"Tell me what's on your mind son."

I spilled my guts about how I was grown up, and how well I'd done in
school.  And it if she'd seen me in public she would know that I could
handle myself just fine without her.  To my surprise she listened quietly.
Besides blowing on her toenails she seemed to be paying attention.

"Okay Tommy.  I don't want you to think I'm unfair.  This weekend I have a
3-day conference to attend.  I have to work a booth and I will need some
help running things.  Lisa usually goes with me to these events, but she
can't go since she has gymnastics this weekend.  Lisa wanted Kristi to
spend the weekend here anyway, so I don't even have to look for a baby
sitter. This would be a perfect chance for me to see you interact with
adults. Then you can show me what I've been missing.

I didn't have to think long about mom's proposal.  This sounded fishy.  It
was too easy.  But I sure didn't want to be left to the mercy of Kristi for
three days.



Two Days Later on the Trip.

Sitting in that tiny room with my mom rummaging through her suitcase I
couldn't have been more upset.  A horrible string of events had occurred
since we left that morning. My bag with all my clothes in it was lost by
the airline.  The conference happened to be on a cruise ship, and we
couldn't wait for the bags to catch up with me. On top of that, my only
shirt had gotten doused with wine. I was seriously wondering how much of an
accident it had been when mom dumped the full glass on me when the
stewardess tried to hand it over me.  To top it all off, when we boarded
the ship my mom had told the officials I was 11 years old!  She told me she
had no choice, because children under 12 were free for her to bring aboard,
and she didn't plan for the extra money.

I really didn't think they would believe her.  I was young looking for 19
but I knew I wouldn't pass for anything under 16.  I turned out to be
wrong.  The wine stains covering my shirt probably helped my mom's cause.
When we were near the official in line, my mom put on a good show by
draping her huge arm over me and fussing over me.  She told them my name
was her 11-year-old son Tommy, and they barely looked at me.  They put a
bright bracelet on me and told mom that I had to be under adult supervision
at all times.  I was humiliated.  When we walked away mom assured me that
nobody would know what the bracelet meant because there were hardly any
kids on the ship.  I almost started crying, but I knew she would win then.
Somehow through sheer will I kept my cool.

Rummaging through her suitcase, she found what she was looking for. "Here
we go, you can wear this one. We'll be twins!  She held out a white T-shirt
for me.  It said "MEGAFLEX" across the front. It was made of a stretchy
material.  "Okay, lets get dressed.  We're running late to set the booth up
for this afternoon." My mom went into the bathroom to change, and I put the
clean shirt on. My mom walked out and put her hands on her hips. She was
wearing her outfit.  "Aww, you look cute honey."  She said to me with a big
smile.  Her wide shoulders and thick arms completely filled her short
sleeves.  The MEGAFLEX logo was stretched taunt across her chest, which
more then filled, pushing up and out the top. Her cleavage formed a dark
line out of the top.  The shirt only came midway down her naval, showing
about 4 rigid lumps of stomach muscle. I looked down at myself. On me the T-
shirt hung loosely over body.  The bottom came down neatly to my waistband.
 I really didn't want to expose my flat but soft stomach anyway. Mom walked
up and filled the space in front of me. "It's a little loose, but it'll
do."  She played with the sleeves.

"Is this the same size as yours?" I asked.

"No, yours is a size smaller.  I wasn't sure which size I would need so I
got two, luckily for you sweetie."  She picked up four boxes of nutritional
supplements she was going to showcase.  She left the other four for me. I
picked them up and followed her. It was along walk down to the conference
room.  My arms were burning terribly, but I wasn't about to let my mom
know. We finally made it and I was panting, but mom was fine.  She
immediately went to the ground behind the booth and started doing pushups,
strangely enough. She stood back up and explained. "I have to get myself
warmed up, to get my physique to stand out a little. Since we're running so
late I need you to help me with something. Come here."  She grabbed my
elbows in her hands and pressed them against my body.  Then she started
curling me up and into her chest.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"I need to work my arms pumpkin. It'll just take a minute." At the top of
her curl she kissed me on the cheek.  Over and over again she curled me up
and pulled me into her big chest.  I tried not to think about how cushy and
firm it was.  I looked over at people around us for distraction. One big
guy looked over and shook his head.  I looked another direction and a woman
was smiling at me in a funny way.  On her final rep mom curled me tightly
against her and held me there. "Wasn't that fun?" She whispered. She set me
on my feet and ran her fingers through her hair, making it fall softly
around her face.  Her arms were swollen and defined. "How do I look,
pumpkin?"  She winked. I tried not to glance at her thick pointy nipples.
Why couldn't she ever wear a bra?

It seemed that everyone who happened by that day stopped at our booth.
Just about everyone, including men and women were obviously athletic. Many
of the women were wearing tight revealing outfits. I had to admit though
that they weren't as put together as my mom.  Why did the best body on the
ship have to belong to my mother?  She must have had 200 pictures taken of
her with different fans of fitness and body building.  She happily put her
arms around everyone and gave out hugs.  The guys were bumbling idiots
around my mom.  I noticed most of them nonchalantly carried their various
pamphlets in front of their crotch.

My mom was really busy, but I was getting bored.  My job was to keep the
supplement samples available, which I only had to worry about every hour or
so.  I decided to take a walk around.




Mom's side.

It only took me one day after Tommy got back to realize that I couldn't let
him go back to that college.  Just as I had suspected would happen, he came
back too big for his little britches.  He's been so distant with me ever
since he came home.  I tried to be fair and let him go away despite my
concerns.  But as soon as he left I feared it was a mistake. I ached at the
thought of something bad happening to my only son.  I would have been
entirely my fault, sending my little boy into that big harsh world on his
own.

My only problem was finding the right way to tell him. When he confronted
me about being treating him like a grown up I wanted to laugh.  I wanted to
stop these damn games we had been playing right then and gather him into my
arms. But I kept my distance and bided my time. I had an idea. This little
trip would be perfect.

When I saw Tommy in my MEGAFLEX T-shirt my heart melted.  I know it sounds
funny, but he looked so cute in it. I mean none of the customers would be
able to read the logo on his shirt because of the way the fabric draped
over his bony little chest. He was so adorably helpless!  My bosom tingled
at the sight of him swimming in my shirt.  I wanted to cuddle him so badly,
but I kept my self-control and we rushed down to set up my booth.

When we got to the booth I had a great idea.  He was standing there
watching me do my warm-up exercises so I decided to include him. I gently
grabbed his little elbows in my hands and held them against his body.  Then
I used them like handles to curl his weight. At the top of each curl his
body bumped enticingly into my tingling bosom.  Again and again I let him
down and curled him back up, teasing myself terribly. Only touching him to
my bosom, where he belonged.  I gave him a couple of kisses as we went.
Finally on the last curl I couldn't resist holding him there for just a
heavenly moment.  I knew I would be doing this little warm-up exercise
again tomorrow.  Tommy tried to act unaffected, but I saw the evidence for
myself when I set him down.  His little penis was at poking straight
outward in his shorts. Some might have thought it weird or gross, but I was
excited.  It was just a harmless little erection. But it was proof that he
enjoyed my touch, even if he tried not to show it.

As usual at these events I found myself very busy.  Unfortunately I had
forgotten to put on my fake wedding band.  Although most guys are too shy
to hit on me, a few guys don't know when to quit.  I had gotten 3 room
numbers in 2 hours. Luckily there were plenty of girls who wanted to talk
to me too.  I enjoyed talking to them a lot more.  They usually asked me
serious questions about exercise, as opposed to the men.

At one point I turned to see what Tommy was up to, and he was gone!  How
long ago had he wandered away?  I tried not to panic, but in that crowd who
knew what could happen to him.  I had to close my booth and start
searching.  After 15 stressful minutes I finally spotted him talking to a
young lady at a booth.  The girl was probably 18 years old.  I caught the
last few words of the conversation as I walked up.

"Hey, there's a dance tonight in the ballroom.  Are going to be there?"
The girl asked, leaning over the counter. Why was she flirting with Tommy?
I didn't know what she was planning, but she couldn't be up to any good.

"There you are Tommy!" I snapped.  I saw him stiffen and turn around. I
reached down and grabbed his wrist in my hand.  "You know you aren't
supposed to be on the ship without adult supervision!  Remember this?" I
pointed to his bracelet.  Her tried to jerk his arm away defiantly.  Ooh
that made me mad! What an ungrateful little brat! Didn't he realize I could
jerk his little arms straight out of their sockets?

"Ow, mom ease up! Please let go!"

I realized I was holding his wrist tighter then I meant to.  I let it go,
and he stumbled back a few feet.  I saw him glace back at the girl and
stare down at his feet.  He was embarrassed.  Good!  "Sorry if he was
bothering you." I said with fake sweetness to the girl. I glanced down at
her skinny little body. I knew she had nothing on me, but I still didn't
like her. I put my hand behind Tommy's back and guided him back to my
booth. "You stay right at this booth with me kiddo or I will bend you over
my knee in front of everyone."

He seemed to get the point.  I went back to my work, and felt much better
immediately.  I glanced over my shoulder from time to time to see him
sulking.  But at least he was listening. Maybe I just needed to be a little
more forceful after all.  I thought about that while I worked.

By the time we got back to my room that evening I wasn't angry anymore.  I
couldn't stay mad at my little boy for long. But I wasn't about to lose the
momentum I was feeling.  I took my suitcase into the little bathroom with
me and got ready for the night. The look on Tommy's face was so precious
when he saw me walk back out with my black dress on.  "How do I look
pumpkin?"  I didn't wait for an answer; I could see the conflicting
thoughts in his eyes. "Better change you clothes, we're going to that dance
after dinner."

"I don't want to go.  I don't have anything to wear anyway.  My luggage got
lost, remember?"

I wasn't worried about that.  I had plenty of clothes I would like to see
him in. I fished through my things and found a tank top.  I didn't think it
looked to girly.  After all, it was black.  "Put this on, it's clean." I
said curtly. I decided I needed to be a little intimidating to get him to
play along.

"But I still have the same shorts. And this shirt isn't exactly dressy."

I sighed with exasperation. "Pumpkin, nobody will care. Let's get going,
I'm hungry."  He just stared at the ground, sulking.  "Are you going to cry
now?  I thought you wanted to prove to me you were a man."  I smirked at
the thought. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he just walked
into the bathroom with the shirt I gave him to change.

Dinner was great.  My mood was improving by the second.  I could feel
myself steadily gaining influence over my son.  Tommy didn't eat much, so I
ended up picking over most of what was on his plate too.  With my little
guy securely next to me I was starting to enjoy the festive atmosphere.
When the dancing started, several men asked me to dance but I politely
declined.

The wine tasted great, and I had nearly finished the entire bottle by
myself.  I was starting to really loosen up.  I turned to Tommy and scooted
my chair closer so I could speak to him more easily.  "Did you notice what
I'm wearing tonight?"

"Yes, I saw. You're wearing a dress."

"No silly.  I mean this."  I reached down and grabbed the locket that hung
from my neck. "Remember when you and Lisa gave me this?"  I opened it,
showing the pictures inside.  He seemed to loosen up a little as his mind
thought back.  I closed the locket and let the charm fall back to my chest,
where it nestled perfectly into my deep cleavage.  His eyes followed it to
its resting place.  I took a slow deep breath, and the locket disappeared.
My bosom ached under his gaze.  I put my arm around him, playing with his
soft hair.  God, I just wanted to pull him onto my lap so badly. Every
fiber of my being longed to nurture and protect him. Right then I felt like
I could encase him in my steel arms forever.  Protect his frail little body
from anything.  It's what I was put on the earth to do.

Tommy winced, and I realized the moment I was hoping for had happened.  On
the dance floor Tommy had spotted that cute little tramp who was flirting
with him earlier.  She appeared to be flirting with someone else now.  I
recognized the guy right away.  He was one of the men who had given me his
room number earlier.  Perfect. I walked up to the couple and tapped him on
the shoulder. "May I cut in?"  The girl gave me a 'drop dead bitch' look,
but the man smiled and said "Certainly."  I didn't waste much time as we
danced.  I pressed my body against him, and wiggled to the music. I looked
over the man's shoulder at my son who was watching.  "You need to be in my
arms." I whispered to Tommy.

"Yes, hold me please." The man said, obviously assuming I was talking to
him.  I was thinking about Tommy, but I must have satisfied the man's
request. I felt the man shudder against me. That was even easier then I
thought. "Oops, I giggled and pointed at his crotch.  We better get you
cleaned up." His face lit up.  I grabbed his hand and led him off the dance
floor.  He tried to stop when he saw where we were going, but I pulled him
along rather easily. We stopped at the girl's table. "Your friend isn't a
very good dance partner.  He could have made a mess on my dress." I took a
great pleasure when I saw the girl glance at his crotch.  She looked
furious.

I was on a roll now. I walked back to my table and stooped over in front of
Tommy. "I love this song. Lets go dance."

"No, I don't want to."  He wouldn't look at me.  God, if he only knew how
much he was teasing me.

"Come on, all the adults are dancing Tommy.  Look around."  There were only
a handful of parents with kids not dancing.  I put my hands on his knees
and looked him deeply in the eyes. "Please?" I asked softly. God my nipples
were like bullets about to punch through my satin dress!  This cat and
mouse game had to come to an end soon. The tension was killing me.  I
didn't wait for him to think much more.  I grabbed his hand and led him to
the floor.  The song was a waltz.  I reached one arm around his back and
began to lead him around the floor.

"Mom! You're intoxicated."   He was right.  It was more then the wine
though.

"You're out of control."  I laughed.  If he only knew how close I was to
really losing control. To giving into my screaming maternal urges. If I
gave in and let myself go for just a moment all the restraint I had
exercised would release like a torrent. There on the dance floor my body
begged desperately for instant maternal fulfillment. I would probably crush
him into my body like an empty milk carton if I let go of my control. If
Tommy had any idea what his delicious weakness and neediness did to me, he
would scream and try to run away.  Of course I would never let him.

I took him straight to our room from the dance floor.  I was vaguely aware
that I may have been a little rude to some people in my way.  I was also
vaguely aware that Tommy was having trouble keeping up.  I couldn't help
it. I was suffering from a fever.  A whole year of yearning for my soft
little boy who went away from me. Then a week of him dangling teasingly in
front of me, denying his helplessness.  It may sound crazy to many, but I
needed to nurture him like an addict who needed a heroine fix.

Despite this, I tried my best to act casual. I didn't want to scare him.
"Time for bed honey.  We have a big day tomorrow.  Here's something you can
wear for PJ's."  I tossed him an oversized T-shirt.  I went back into the
bathroom and put my nightgown on.  The top was even tighter then usual.  My
breasts felt even heavier then usual, and my entire bosom throbbed with
anticipation.

I stepped back out of the room. Why did I give him that shirt to wear?  I
didn't need any more coaxing in my current state.  He needs a loving mother
so badly.  I bit my lip as I stared at him.  He looked almost frightened.

"Where am I going to sleep?" He asked.  What a silly boy.

"You're going to sleep in the bed."  I pointed to the double bed.

"There's not enough room for both of us in that small bed."

"Oh, we'll sleep fine.  Lets not play games tonight, I'm tired."  I
practically tossed him onto the bed.  I went into the bathroom to turn the
light off and noticed something very strange.  My nightgown had two rather
wet spots on the front. I knew right away what was happening, but it had
been to long.  God, what Tommy was doing to me. I turned and saw him
looking at me. Did he notice too? I quickly shut the lights off.  It was
absolutely pitch black. Our little room didn't have a window, so there was
no outside light. I climbed into the bed gingerly, feeling for where my son
was laying.  He was all the way against the wall.  I lay down in the middle
of the bed.  I could feel his warm body only inches from mine. I could hear
him breathing.  He reminded me of a scared rabbit somehow. I had him where
I wanted him, but how should I do this?

I pretended to adjust my pillow, but I was actually sliding thin straps of
my nightgown off my shoulders. "Good night honey." I said softly, as I
leaned over him. My teats dragged deliciously over his bony ribs.

"Good night mom."

I kissed his forehead, letting the full, heavy weight of my bosom bear down
on his rib cage. God they were so full, just for him.  I laid on my side
and my left breast rested on him. I could feel his short shallow breaths
through my chest.  I think I moaned at the feeling.

"You didn't eat much at dinner, pumpkin. Are you feeling alright?"

"Uhh. yeah. just not hungry." He said weakly.

"Well, I'm your mother.  I need to make sure you get your nutrition." I was
vaguely aware how my hoarse voice betrayed my desires.  It didn't matter
anymore.  I peeled down the front of my night gown.  I felt huge my nipple
flick loose and I sighed.  Tommy couldn't see what was going on, but he
sensed something was about to happen.

"Can we go to sleep now mom?"

"Sure honey."  I bent my legs and captured his little body between them.

"What are you doing?"  He said nervously.

"Mommy needs to make sure you get your nutrition."  I straightened my legs
slightly, sliding him down along my body until his chin met my huge breast.
I scooped my right arm under his head and brought my dripping nipple to his
mouth with my left.

"Please mom, don't." He said softly.

"You need your mama, baby. Don't fight it."  I felt the milk flood out, and
I moaned with relief.  I felt a stream run down his cheek onto my arm.
"Drink baby. Drink for mama."  I knew his mouth must be completely full
with my milk.  I felt him swallow, and I moaned again.  "That's right. Good
baby." I pressed his face deeply into my breast, but forced myself to let
up.  I had to remind myself to let him breathe. After a few minutes I
changed breasts. After a while he started coughing and choking. I pulled my
nipple out of his mouth and a gulp of milk gurgled out.

"Please mom. I'm full.  I can't drink anymore.  Don't make me drink
anymore."

"You did good for mommy.  You can go to sleep now."  I felt an intense
sense of relief.  This was what my body had been telling me I needed to do.

I woke up at 5 am and I felt a tingling in my chest again. "Wake up son, I
think its breakfast time."