Against his neck.

You grasp his dense bicep in your soft hands, feeling the muscle. Leaning in, you lay your lips against the small groove of his neck bone, resting your tousled head on his shoulder. Your nostrils tensed with his manly cologne. You nuzzle the indentation with your nose before pulling away.

"Have a nice day, baby," you say, rubbing your hands around his shoulder.

"You too, Mom."

With that, he turns, strides away, and is out the door. You watch him go with a mother's pride. Once he's gone, you start cleaning up breakfast. After the dishes are away, the counters are swiped, and you've had your fill of coffee and hash browns, you decide to take care of you still-aching teats. Up to your room, withdrawing the pump from your closet, you tend to your agitation. That done, and placing the withdrawn milk in the fridge - rather, simply adding it the gallon already there - you resolved what to do with yourself for the rest of the day.

Normally, you do one of two things: clean up the house, or tend to the garden... Or jerk off, which you ALSO hadn't done...