Spreading the web

“You’ve got an amazing ass, Mommy,” you praise Melanie as you watch her undress.

“Thank you, honey,” Melanie giggles, shaking her hips for your benefit as she steps out of her skirt. Then she places a hand on her stomach, frowning as she squeezes the soft little pouch. “...Although, I do think I’m becoming a little fat. I haven’t really been to the gym since Hanna...”

“Your Mom used to be a real looker before she gave birth,” Greg adds from the doorway, smiling again. “Not to say she looks bad now, but men used to trip all over the place when she stepped out of the house.”

“I could rejoin yoga class,” Melanie says tensely as she looks carefully at you. “But I don’t see how, now that John’s back... He’ll miss feeding time if I’m away. Maybe I’ll just do it at home?”

“You used to do yoga?” Your erection jumps as your imagination flies to thoughts of sports bras and yoga pants. “Is the class all-female?”

“Yes,” Melanie says, smiling and raising an eyebrow at your excited reaction. “The girls are all very attractive, too.”

“We could always use the milk stored in the fridge,” Greg suggests, but flinches when you and Melanie give him odd looks. “What?”

“I’m sure they won’t mind if you take me, Mommy,” you say, deciding to ignore Greg’s stupidty and focus on what’s important. “They won’t mind a breastfeeding mom.”

“Hmm, you’re probably right,” Melanie agrees as she climbs onto the bed. You immediately reach for her breasts as she crawls over to you and she giggles in response. “But I’m not sure your attitude is appropriate, young man. I can’t have my friends thinking my son is some sort of creep.”

“I promise to show them nothing but respect, Mommy,” you swear, licking your lips as Melanie lies face you. She squeezes her breasts invitingly, and a creamy drops of milk dribble out. “Just like I respect you.”

Melanie gasps as you latch on to one breast, wrapping her leg around your waist. She pulls you closer to her and hums as you drink, running her fingers through your hair lovingly. Even as you slide your penis against her slit, she just giggles and pat your shoulder playfully.

“If this is how you show ‘respect’ to your mother, I’m worried for the women there,” Greg chuckles. “Jokes aside, make sure to behave yourself. Your actions will reflect how you were raised, after all.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Melanie replies on your behalf, pressing her thighs together and dripping her juices all over your cock. “My son knows how to handle himself. He’s shown me nothing but love ever since he got back.”

“Of course, I’m just saying the things a father needs to say,” Greg agrees, turning around to leave. “They’ll love John... I just know it.”