Morning milk...

Finally, you (and your mother) are able to fall asleep again. When you awaken, you realize the sun is up, so it must at least be some time in the morning. You don't know what time, but you don't care. As you move to leave your bed, it wakes your mother up.

"Where are you going, Honey?" she asks you.

"Uhh... I really don't know," you tell her honestly.

"Oh. Well, in that case, can you help me with something?" she asks. "I had a dream last night, and I was thinking you could help me with it."

"I don't know how,... But sure, Mom," you tell her.

"Well," she says, "I dreamt I had another baby."

Oh, no! you think to yourself. Is she going to ask me to give her one?!

"Since I know I can't have children anymore,..." she continues.

That's right! You'd forgotten your father made her have the operation!

"I was wondering", she continues, "if you'd at least help me remember the feeling of having another human feeding off of my breast."

Well, it could be embarrassing for you... But nobody's watching, and it's not as bad as you'd thought, so you agree. You sit there, "sucking" at her nipple, much of the time due to the ****-grip she has on your head with both hands. Finally, she lets go, and you start to move away again.

"Oh, John!" she calls out as you reach the door. "If you're not too busy, go next door, and see Ms. Van Decker. She wanted to know when you got home!"

Not wanting to speak to her right away again, you simply nod, before you exit the room.