“Tyler, you said what you wanted. What you needed. And I can’t fault you for it. You deserve what you want. I’ve never been able to give you what you deserved before. But here I am now. I can finally… I can finally do something for you that no one else can. I can be a good mother. Why don’t you just watch and listen to your mama? If it ever isn’t what you want, you just say the word and it will stop. This is about you. Do you understand?” I asked. I saw that Tyler’s eyes were glued to the front of my bra. He hadn’t been this close to any woman in a long time. My body looked good, it ain’t vain to say it when its true. I think that, no matter what words he said to himself, his body didn’t want him to miss the chance. I decided to push him just that last little bit over the edge.
I let the clasp of my bra go and I pushed my arms forward. My bra slid down my arms and I let it tumble to the floor. Now my tits were exposed in the small, prison meeting room. I saw Tyler’s eyes grow wider, his hands were trembling, and his Adam’s apple rose and fell sharply. He looked up at my eyes, shook his head like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and nodded.
“Okay, mama,” he said softly. I smiled and then looked down at my titties. Like I said, they were small, but they were soft and round and I had long, pinkish nipples with small areolas. I saw Tyler’s eyes drawn to them.
“You’ve touched breasts before, haven’t you?” I asked, looking up at him, my hair sort of splashing across my eyes.
“Yes ma’am,” he said softly, “But not very much. And not in a long time.” I nodded, even though I ached over his forced innocence.
“Why don’t you come over here and play with mama?” I said finally, my heart whirring as the words came out of my mouth. I was nervous and excited and confused and… overwhelmed as Tyler got up from his chair quickly. I could see the same feelings playing across his face. But he kept moving towards me. I tried real hard to control my trembling as Tyler came near me. He was taller than me and he kind of towered over me. He was looking down, nervous, his body trembling more than mine. His hand lifted from his side, briefly, then shakingly returned to his side. He shrugged again, his wide eyes staring at me nervously.
“Mama, I done a lot wrong in my life and I know it when I see it. This is real wrong, isn’t it?” he asked. I didn’t think about the answer to his question, because I didn’t want to know what it was.
“This is my responsibility Tyler. Whatever sin is in it goes on my head. You ain’t got to answer for it.” And I quickly moved my hand across the distance between us, my hand clasping around my son’s wrist. His skin felt cold, but I ignored that. I pulled his hand towards me. He didn’t resist, he just obeyed his mama. I pushed Tyler’s hand towards my breast and gasped out loud when his cold hand pressed against my hard nipple, “All you have to do is ask if this feels like it is wrong,” I said. Tyler let out a sort of strangled sound in the back of his throat and his eyes shot down from my eyes, down to his hand on my tit. We could both see the white flesh squeezing between his hard fingers.
“How does Mama’s titty feel, honey?” I asked, my voice just above a whisper. Tyler’s hand felt firm and hard against my skin, like it was made of marble. My nipple pressed against his palm, giving me a strange feeling at the base of my spine.
“You’re beautiful mama,” Tyler said after a very long pause. I smiled in spite of myself. It was always a nice thing to hear, didn’t matter that my son said it or that he hadn’t seen a woman’s body in years.
“This body gave you life,” I said, sounding again like someone else was talking, “And now I give it to you.”
“This is so weird,” Tyler said, looking at my breast as his fingers started to squeeze me tighter. I groaned at the pressure.
“Don’t think of it like I am your mama, think of it like I’m just… yours,” I said. Tyler nodded and then slowly, his other hand rose from his side. It was still trembling, but it was moving quick. I gasped again as Tyler’s hand covered my second breast. He squeezed tightly on it, I felt my nipple mash against his skin. I winced.
“Not so rough, Tyler,” I said softly. Instantly, Tyler’s hand moved an inch back from my breasts.
“Sorry, mama,” he said nervously. I realized what I’d just said and I shook my head. I had to be true to what I’d promised.
“No, I am sorry honey,” I said, “If you want to be rough with them, you go ahead and be rough. They are your titties to play with,” I said. As I spoke, I grabbed Tyler’s wrists and pulled him back in towards my breasts again. His fingers sank back into me, but he didn’t squeeze as tightly this time.
“I don’t want to be rough, I just want to… feel what they feel like,” Tyler explained. And that, for a long while, was what he did. Tyler’s hands moved around on my skin. His fingers clenched around my breasts, and then moved around my nipples, playing pulling on them. The whole time he was bent forward, looking at me closely. He was barely breathing and his eyes looked like they was on fire. I wasn’t safe from the feelings I got from Tyler’s touch. My breasts were, and always had been, small. No man had ever given that much attention to them before. And while Tyler didn’t really know what he was doing with them, he was passionate. My knees felt weak and I heard myself gasping a little.
But I didn’t let myself focus too much on that. I knew that even if Tyler was having fun now, he was still a little cowed by touching his mama. If I wanted to give my boy what he needed, I had to take charge. Tyler’s didn’t even seem to notice when I reached up under his hands and found the zipper to his orange jump suit. While Tyler played with my tits, I quickly pulled the zipper all the way down to just below his bellybutton. I could see the white undershirt beneath.
“Did you just want to play with my titties boy?” asked after a long time, “Or was there something more you want?” Tyler’s shook his head like he was coming out of a trance. He looked up at me and shrugged.
“I don’t know mama,” he said, and I could tell that he wanted more, but was too hung up to ask his mama for it. I bit my lower lip and tilted my head to the side.
“Anything you want,” I said simply. Tyler’s face got red and his hands squeezed more tightly on my breasts.
“I don’t know…” he said nervously. I reached my hand up to his wrist, trying to calm him. I wasn’t trying give him stress. I wasn’t going to force him to say something he didn’t feel alright saying. I thought about what men normally wanted from me and decided that I would try to help Tyler make up his mind.
“You ever have someone suck your dick?” I asked. Tyler’s eyes widened and his blushing grew deeper.
“No, mama,” he said.
“You ever want someone to suck your dick,” I asked. Tyler closed his eyes and I saw his Adam’s apple bob violently. He didn’t speak, but after a long pause, he nodded his head. I figured that that was enough of a permission for me. I reached up to my son’s shoulder’s and slipped the sleeves of the jumpsuit back, letting them fall down his arms. I dropped down quickly onto my knees on the floor, right in front of my son. His hands slipped off my breasts and he didn’t move. His eyes followed me down. I reached up to Tyler’s waist and grabbed hold of the orange jumpsuit. I gave it a quick tug and it dropped down to my son’s feet. I looked forward and saw he was wearing a pair of white boxer shorts. The fabric was thin and Tyler was… a little bit excited. I could see the outline of my son’s… penis through the boxer’s. My mouth went dry and my breath caught in my throat.