My Mom DidYears ago I think I was about 10 my Mom went back to work. I missed her so much. When she returned home from work the first thing she would do was remove her bra (she had large nipples and larger breasts), then take a little nap on the couch. I would sit by the couch and wait for her to wake up. One day I was sitting there looking at her nipples thru her shirt, and I dont think I even thought about it, I lifted her shirt and licked her nipple. I thought I was going to be in trouble! I just sat there and waited for her to wake up and yell at me. When she woke up and didn't say anything about it. The next day I decided to do it again. Again no response. The third day I decided to suck on her nipple. It was beautiful, very full and hard. I sucked for a about a full minute, then pullled her shirt down. Nothing. So I did it again. When she woke up I again expected to get yelled at. Nothing. This made me feel so close to her, so connected. I did this for a long time, sucking for maybe 10-15 minutes at a time.
One day when she got home and she had removed her bra, she took my hand and we went and laid down on her bed. When she fell asleep, I lifted up her shirt and sucked her beautiful nipple. This was never sexual. It was a closeness that didn't cross the line for me. When she rolled on to her back, I got to suck her other breast. That had never happened before. I remember her waking up and smiling at me while I still had her nipple in my mouth. She told me it was ok, and when ever I needed her just let her know.
I would seek out her nipples if I had a bad dream, or if I had a bad day at schoool. I was comfort nursing pure and simple. I do remember one day she denied me her breast, she said we didnt have time. I dont remember the reason, I just remember crying while sitting at the kitchen table. She gave in, telling me to be quick. It was the first time she stood, lifted her shirt and just watched me suck her ***. It was not sweet like it usually was.
As I got older we would talk more and I would spend less time sucking her beautiful nipples,tho they were always available.
In the mornings when my Mom would get ready for work she never wore a top of any kind. Sometimes I would talk with her while she was getting ready. One day she caught me looking at her breasts in the mirror. She caught my eye, smiled, and held her breast to me. I went over to her, sat on the counter and held her breast like a bottle and gently sucked away. It was so nice. I know she enjoyed it too, but she always acted like it was me who needed it.
We did this for literly years. When ever either of us felt is it was needed. I remember sometimes at night when she would tuck me in to bed she would slip her breast out of her nightgown and offer it to me. I willingly would suck until I fell asleepl. I also remember storming home from my friends house one day after school. I was very mad at my friend and I wanted my Moms big nipple. She held me and let me suck until I was calmed down. Then we talked. There were many times I remember being at her breasts, always good loving memories. I remember those days with envy, wishing I could again be comforted at my Mothers big nippled breasts.