In short, it was hell. The guy working with me was not only sickeningly upbeat and optimistic while he tortured me, he was also relentless. I’m not gonna lie, I had to unsuccessfully try and suppress more than one sound of agony when he made me leg press. It didn’t get better when he informed me that I was pressing all of twenty pounds. All the while, Claire was standing by the sideline, biting her nails.
By the time we were done, I was reduced to a panting mess that could barely find the strength to leave the room again. Claire had to support me most of the way back to the car and into the apartment.
“Holy!” I heard Ava’s gasp. “Why’s he pale like a ghost? What the hell happened!?”
“Don’t get me started!” Claire said, then heatedly let out a breath of air. “First the doctor digs around in his wounds, then the physical therapist makes him exercise the leg to exhaustion. Help me get him into his bed, Sweetheart.”
As soon as I was lying down, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of fading pain. I felt them relieve me of my shirt, pants, and socks, but couldn’t bother to complain or protest. Then something remarkable happened.
I felt Claire carefully lie down to my left, and push one arm under my head. Then I felt my face being gently cradled to her chest, as she dragged her fingernails through the short hair on my neck and softly hummed to me. This was unbelievably comforting. Just like two months earlier, that Mom-smell filled my nostrils again. That distinct smell of times past, when the world wasn’t such a scary place yet and my Mother would always comfort me. Without even realizing that I was doing it, I started rubbing my face against her supple, ample breasts, until she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her chest, revealing her bra-clad bosom to me.
Suddenly, I was rubbing my face against the bare skin above her bra cups. Her skin was warm and soft, her smell was more intense, and I buried my face in her malleable pillows.
“Is that Okay, Baby?” she whispered, and I just nodded.
Encouraged by my nod, the hand that wasn’t cradling my head to her bosom reached up. She pushed it into her bra to pull out her breast and adjusted it so her hard protruding nipple was poking against my lips. Like on instinct, I opened my mouth, closed my lips around the bumpy areola in front of me, and started sucking on it.
“Oooooh!” I heard Claire’s breathy whisper. “My good boy. Go ahead, suckle on Mommy. Let me nurse you.”
She let go of her breast, and placed the now free hand back in my neck to scratch the sensitive skin. Again I felt goosebumps spread across my whole body, and this time I was sure she could clearly see the effect it had on me. This time, we were in a much bigger bed, in a brightly lit room, where nothing obscured her view. I no longer cared. This was too good, and I was in no state to be embarrassed about her finding my sensitive spots.
I mean, how could I not enjoy this? I had trust issues. And abandonment issues. And Mommy issues, no question about those. But can you fucking blame me!? What she was doing in that exact moment addressed all of those issues, while also touching on all the insecurities and needs I had tried my best to keep suppressed for years! And I was too fucking exhausted to try and keep that up.
“I see you like sucking on Mommy’s breasts.”
I don’t know why, I just nodded again without letting go of her nipple. I started swirling my tongue around it as I continued to suck on it.
“Ava! Come over here.” Claire suddenly called out, and I soon heard Ava announce her presence. “Your brother needs your help with this, Sweetheart.”
I didn’t know what Claire meant by ‘this’, since I was completely absorbed in her soft breasts. But I felt the mattress shift when Ava lay down on top of my right leg. Going by the feeling of skin on my own skin, she was naked.
“Pull down his shorts. Carefully! Do not hurt your brother!” Claire’s voice was stern, demanding. Then it returned to the alluring soft whisper I loved so much. “Did my Baby Boy’s cock get hard for Mommy? Don’t you worry, Baby. Let Mommy and your Big Sister take care of the hurt. Just keep suckling on my boobies while we make you feel really good.”
And with that, I felt my shorts slide down my legs and past my feet, before Ava pressed her tight body against my skin. I could feel her smaller breasts press into my thigh, and my shin rub against her sex. Then I felt delicate fingers wrap themselves around my dick.
“Mhmmmm, Mom, he’s ROCK hard and pulsing!” Ava commented.
“Well, take care of him already. Show your brother how much you care for him.”
