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Danny's Cleavage - part 6 of 6 In which Cindy gets turned on my Danny's breasts and they begin having sex, Danny exposes himself to a teacher, goes to the Prom with Cindy, finds out that Cindy is pregnant, gets expelled from school, has sex with his mother, finds out that he'll be a father a second time, and then reunites with Cindy. I guess things go in cycles. When I didn't have breasts, I got turned on by wearing a bra stuffed with tissue paper and pretending that I wasn't flat chested. Now that I've got breasts I've pretty much given up wearing a bra. And since I'm not taking gym class any more I don't have a need for "support." So unless I'm planning on engaging in some strenuous activity I'll just go bra-less. Cindy was over at my house last night, Mom was out with a friend at the movies, and Cindy and I were just talking and snacking on pizza and watching TV. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a tube top - the top really just covered up the lower part of my breasts and you could see about two inches of cleavage above it. So anyway, I noticed that Cindy kept checking me out and finally she just said: "Uh, Danny, can I, like, touch them? I've never touched anyone else's breasts before." I just stared at her in surprise for several seconds and then blurted out: "Sure." She slowly reached over and pulled down the tube top, revealing my C-cup breasts. She stared at them for several minutes and then slowly reached over and gently touched my right breast with her fingertips and then moved her fingers down and stroked the nipple. Man, was I getting turned on and I had this big erection. Cindy leaned over to face me and put a hand on each breast, gently massaging them and then cupping them in her hands and picking them up She was getting pretty turned on, too, as she was breathing faster and blushing. I slid my hand down into her crotch and began to gently stroke her pussy as she moaned in pleasure. Cindy then bent down and began to lick and suck on my nipples. By then I'd managed to unbutton and remove her blouse and then her bra with my other hand as she reached down and unbuttoned my shorts with one hand as she unsnapped her jeans with her other hand. Man, things started happening really fast after that and soon we'd both wriggled out of our remaining clothes and were embracing and kissing each other. I don't know who was getting more turned on and pretty soon both of us had stripped off our clothes and were snuggling up on the couch playing with each other's breasts. A minute or so later we were lying down on the couch and I had one of my legs between hers and we were grinding our bodies against each other. And just moments later she was on her back with her legs spread and I was on top of her, thrusting up inside her and she was panting and moaning and thrusting her hips up to meet me, and then I came and collapsed on top of her and we just lay there in a tangle of sweaty arms and legs and breasts. Man, what an evening. Man, Earth Science class was really boring this morning. Mr. Bowers who teaches the course must be, like, 65 years old. And it sounds like he developed a lesson plan for the course decades ago and now just repeats it every year. Like, when class starts, he just stands up there and talks for 45 minutes in this flat, monotonous voice and just stares out over our heads when he's talking. No questions, no class interaction, no nothing. So today I was having trouble keeping from falling asleep when finally I figured that I had to do something to break the boredom. When I'd gotten up that morning I'd pulled on a scoop-necked tank top that was really too small for me these days - like it kept slipping down and exposing more of my breasts than I wanted and I had to keep tugging it up. So anyway, I kind of reached down and pulled down on the right hand side of my tank top. Nothing much happened so I pulled down a little more and by this time, only the bottom couple of inches of my right breast was hidden by the top. For some reason Mr. Bowers had glanced at me and had seen my barely concealed breast and was staring at it. Right about that time, pretending that I had no idea what was happening to my tank top, I took a really deep breast and my right bosom completely slid up and out of my tank top. So there I am, with my right breast totally exposed and Mr. Bowers is staring at it and getting red in the face and sweating and he's stammering and forgetting his lecture. The kids on either side of me noticed that he was staring at me, looked over at me and realized what I had done. I heard someone whispering: "Danny's exposing his tits for Mr. Bowers", and pretty soon the whole class was whispering and chuckling. Finally Mr. Bowers gave up and said in a strangled voice: "Class dismissed", and rushed out of the room. I just stood up, turned to face the class, and bowed to their applause. Of course that caused my left bosom to slide out of the tank top and so I'm standing there in front of the class, picking up my breasts and trying to stuff them back into the tight tank top and the kids are laughing and applauding even louder. Fine class! Once the weather got warmer in the spring, I could wear some of the more revealing tops that Mom had bought me. Well, I guess I could have worn them in the winter but who wants to freeze their tits off? Anyway, the ones I liked best were the tight, scoop-necked tank tops - the ones that were open almost half the way down to my navel. When I wore them you could see a good two or three inches of cleavage, and as I moved around you could see my breasts swinging back and forth under the thin fabric. My God! You should have seen the looks on the other boy's faces the first time I wore them to school - google-eyed doesn't half begin to describe it. I was having breakfast the other morning and just for the heck of it, I had laid my breasts on the kitchen table on either side of my cereal bowl. Until I did that, I don't think Mom had realized how large my breasts have become - like they hang down nearly to my elbows these days. I found out something that morning, you don't want to lay your unprotected breasts down on a cold marble countertop unless you want a real surprise - shit, was that cold! And of course that made my nipples harden up and stand out so that Mom also got a good look at them. After that, Mom kind of got on my case about just wearing panties around the house - something about "not displaying yourself so much." And I'm like, "Yeah Mom, well you just walk around in a slip first thing in the morning, and what's wrong with that?" She just got that disgusted look on her face, like, "I can't reason with you anymore." But later that day she did go shopping and buy me several nighties to wear. Now they did cover me up - although they really didn't hide anything, if you know what I mean. Their low cut and thin fabric didn't leave an awful lot to the imagination but they kept Mom happy so I started wearing them. Cindy invited me over to her house last night, so I put on some clothes and walked over. When I got there she explained that her folks are out of town for a couple of days and then asked me if I'd ever been to a "Mazola Party." I must have looked like I had no idea what she was talking about because she giggled and led me into the family room where a couple of blankets had been laid out on the floor in front of the TV. She turned on the TV and we lay down to watch it, but we were soon gently fumbling to remove each other's clothes. As she finally pulled off my top and saw the size of my breasts, she whispered: "Oh Danny, I hadn't realized how big they've gotten. This is going to be so much fun." And with that she reached over to a nearby table, grabbed a bottle of cooking oil, removed the top, poured a little in her hand, and began to rub it on my breast - indicating to me that I should do the same to her. I took the bottle and started to gently rub a little oil on her. For about the next fifteen minutes or so we completely coated each other with oil and then began snuggling up and rubbing our bodies together. Oh Jesus! The way it felt when my breasts slid over her oiled body got me so turned on that soon she was flat on her back and I was screwing her. For the rest of the evening we alternately snuggled up and played with each other and made love, finally ending up by getting into her folk's hot tub around midnight. Cindy looked over at me and laughed, I looked down and saw how my breasts had floated up to the top of the water and lay there, bobbing about like two melons in the jets of water. Great night! Saw Wil at school the other day, walking up the stairs to the front entrance with Gregg. Which wasn't unusual except that Gregg had his arm around Wil's shoulders and Wil seemed like he was snuggling up against Gregg. I didn't get a real close look at Wil that day but several weeks later I ended up standing next to him in the Cafeteria line. He looked a little different and I couldn't put my finger on it at first but then I realized that Wil was wearing makeup - not a lot but a little eye shadow and some lip gloss. And it could have been the girl standing on my other side, but it sure smelled like Wil was wearing some perfume. We chatted a little as we moved through the line and I noticed that he had on a couple of nice bracelets and a friendship necklace - you know, the kind that has a half of a heart on a thin chain and your "friend" has a similar necklace with the matching heart half? I liked the style of the bracelets and was thinking that I might get one like them for Cindy so I asked Wil where he had gotten them and he just blushed a little and said that they had been presents from his friends. "Friends?" I asked, and looked at his friendship necklace and asked who the "special" friend was. Wil just blushed even more and looked away from me and down at his tray and mumbled something like: "..... just someone I've been going out with." Obviously he didn't want to talk about it anymore so we just paid the cashier for our lunches and wandered off to sit at different tables. Just before we parted, he looked back at me and said: "Oh, in case you ever need to get in touch with me, I ran up a big bill on my cellphone that I couldn't pay, and my service got cancelled, so if you ever need to get in touch with me, give me a call at the phone at our house: 656-0510", and he winked and waved and blew a kiss at me as he walked away. Gosh, hope none of the other kids in the Cafeteria saw that. Cindy and I had been planning on going to the Junior Prom for some time but as the date drew closer, I figured that something was going on because I kept catching Cindy and my Mom having these furtive conversations. Like, I'd walk into a room where they were sitting together and they'd stop talking and kind of pretend that nothing was going on. So anyway, about a week before the prom, Cindy called me on the phone and told me that she was coming over and had a surprise for me. "Yeah", I thought as I was talking with her on the phone and masturbating at the same time, "and I've got a big surprise waiting for you." So anyway, about a half hour later I heard my Mom open the front door and then a minute or so later, Cindy came into my bedroom where I was sitting in front of my computer, and playing an online game. Well, it wasn't only Cindy who came into my room, my Mom was with her. "Here's your surprise", Cindy said, handing me a box from a local department store. I opened the box and it contained some black fabric, or something. I picked up the fabric, held it up, and realized that it was a dress. "So, what's the big deal", I said, "Why do you need to show me the dress you're going to wear to the prom." Mom and Cindy looked at each other and Cindy giggled a little and then said: "No silly, that's not the dress I'm going to wear, that's the dress YOU'RE going to wear." I was so surprised that I didn't know what to say, and I guess my jaw must have dropped as I stammered and tried to think of what to say, because both Cindy and Mom burst into laughter. Cindy and Mom then explained that they had been planning for several weeks about how Cindy and I would wear matching dresses to the Junior Prom - it was like, I didn't have any choice in the matter? But then they helped me put the dress on and I had to admit that it sure did one thing - showed off my cleavage! Like the dress was a sheath dress that just had two thin straps that ran over my shoulders to hold it up. And the fabric was very sheer and since the dress was almost a little on the too small side and very low cut, when I struggled into it I could see that I showed a good three inches or so of cleavage and the top of the dress just barely covered up my nipples, and the tight fabric really clung to my breasts and emphasized their size, and when I walked around everything just sort of shimmered and shook, and wobbled and bounced and..... MAN DID IT LOOK GREAT..... and pretty soon I had this erection..... and you could even see that through the dress..... and Cindy came over and said: "See, I knew you'd like it", and stood next to me and lifted up the bottom of my dress to expose my cock, and put one of her hands around it and began stroking me, and that got me so turned on that I came and ejaculated into her hand and on my dress, and..... "Hurry up", Mom said, "Let's take that dress off and wash it off before the stain sets." So Cindy helped me get my cum-smeared dress off and Mom took it downstairs to wash it, while Cindy stripped off her clothes and we lay down on my bed for some serious making out. Cindy tried to talk me into wearing some high heels and shaving my armpits for the dance but I basically told her "no way." I'll wear the dress, but no more of that "girlie stuff." So anyway, we went to the dance and we were a sensation. Cindy really looked great in her dress, and nobody could take their eyes off my tits, and we had a great time! Well, at least for about the first forty-five minutes or so. As we walked in the door, I noticed that the chaperones were checking us out. And then as we were slow dancing, our bodies crushed and grinding against each other one of them came over and scolded us for "inappropriate body contact" and warned us to clean up our act. Shit! If they were worried about how Cindy and I were dancing, they should have been more concerned about Wil and Gregg. Now I guess that it shouldn't have surprised me when Wil showed up at the dance with Gregg - it was pretty obvious to most of the kids at school that those two had a thing going on. I had to admit that Gregg looked pretty handsome in his tuxedo, but Wil? Wil looked a little extreme. Now he was wearing boy's clothing but he'd had his hair done up in some fancy style, and he had a lot of makeup on, and these long artificial fingernails - and when he and Gregg danced Wil would really snuggle his body up against Gregg - and one time it even looked like he had his hand down in Gregg's crotch, stroking him. If I'd ever had any doubts about Wil having the hots for Gregg, that sure put them to rest. I guess it was too much for the chaperones too as I saw them come over and ask Wil and Gregg to leave the dance. Our turn came about ten minutes later when I felt a tap on my shoulder and Cindy and I turned around and found two of the chaperones standing next to us: "You kids were warned about the way you were dancing. And you don't get third chances around here so you'll have to leave the premises - immediately." I tried to protest that we hadn't been dancing any more inappropriately than any of the other couples, but they weren't buying it. I think they just wanted us out of there. So Cindy and I looked at each other with resigned looks on our faces, and shrugged our shoulders, and walked off the dance floor, collected our wraps, and left the building. As I stood outside the building in the cool air, waiting for Cindy to retrieve her car from the parking lot, I thought I heard a little rustling noise coming from behind some bushes over on the side of the door. Curious, I looked over and saw two figures in the shadows. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could make out that one was Gregg, and it looked like he was standing there with his fly open and his cock sticking out. A moment later I realized that Wil was kneeling on the ground in front of and he was taking Gregg's cock in his mouth. "Oh man, I knew that Wil had a thing for Gregg", I thought, "But giving him a blowjob in the bushes outside the school?" Just then I heard Cindy toot the car's horn and ran down the walk to meet her. After I got in the car, I was silent for several minutes and then told Cindy what I'd just seen. Cindy stared at me in surprise for a moment and then said: "Well, you must be the last one to find out. Wil's turned into a real cocksucker these days, and when he can't hook up with one of the boys at school, hangs around down by the Men's Rest Room at the park to pick up whoever he can." Man, that was way too weird for me and I just sat there in silence as Cindy drove me home. Around that time, Mom suggested to me that I stop using the "ointment" on my breasts as they really were getting rather large. "So, yeah, what's wrong with that", I thought. But Mom continued by saying that in any event, when I used up the last of the "ointment" that I currently had, that she wasn't going to bring any more home from work. What Mom didn't know was that I'd been building my own private "stash" of the ointment and now had 11 tubes hidden from her. But I acted like I was really disappointed so that she wouldn't get suspicious. Come the end of the school year though, things turned to shit. First, Cindy told me that her folks were taking a two-month vacation that year so I wouldn't see her all summer. Then I got a letter from the school saying that I would not be allowed to attend classes in my senior year, but that they would provide home tutors if I wished, or I could attend something called an "alternative school" - apparently getting kicked out of the Junior Prom was the straw that broke the camel's back. And then just before they left, Cindy told me that she was pregnant and I was the father. Like, I really needed all of this crap to happen to me at one time. I guess I was pretty depressed, just hanging around the house and looking gloomy, not going outside, often just sitting in a chair and staring off into space. After several weeks of this, and when I hadn't eaten for the last couple of days and didn't even get out of bed, Mom decided to try something one night. I'd turned out the light in my room and was trying to get to sleep, when I heard her come into the room, move over by my bed, and say: "This used to cheer you up in the past", as she snuggled under the covers with me. Oh man, she was naked, and she was pressing up against me and offering me her breasts to suck on. Well, I've got to tell you that I was like, "what the fuck is going on here?" but I took the breast she was offering me and snuggled my head down into her bosom and began to nurse. While I was doing that, Mom was running her hands over my breasts, feeling them and playing with them. Both of us were getting a little, uh, "excited" and all of a sudden I realized that I had developed an erection Mom reached down between my legs and fondled me a little, and then gently rolled me over on my back, spread my legs, got on top of me, and slowly lowered herself onto me. As I lay there she began thrusting herself down on me and soon I was raising my hips in tune with her to thrust even deeper into her. I was so turned on by then that I don't even think I realized that I was fucking my Mom. Finally I came and ejaculated into her and then we collapsed on the bed, in each other's arms, as we just lay there and I felt my dick slowly shrink back to its usual size and slide out of her. After that first night, Mom and I began having sex several times a week. And the funny thing is that I couldn't believe how the sight of my large breasts turned her on. Like, we'd be sitting there watching TV, and she'd look over at my breasts cradled in my arms, and she'd snuggle up against me and say something like: "I bet the twins are lonely", and then she'd start playing with them, and then groping me and then pretty soon she'd be on her back with her legs spread and I'd be fucking her again. Now, I know that screwing your mother isn't something that you brag about to your friends. But after all, Cindy wasn't there. And hadn't my Mom been the one to instigate the sex? So while I knew that what I was doing was wrong, I just went along with Mom whenever she wanted to have sex with me. Part way through summer, Mom kind of had a heart-to-heart talk with me and told me that she didn't know where I was getting the "ointment" but she knew that I was continuing to use it. She laid it on the line that unless I wanted to end up looking like some kind of a freak, that I had to stop using the ointment on my breasts. At first I was like, really pissed off - after all, it's my body isn't it. But the next time I took a shower, I took a good look at myself in the mirror from several angles and realized how huge my breasts had gotten. Like, they hang down to my elbows now and they stick out in front of me at least a good four inches. Even when I put on one of my biggest sweaters it looks as though I've got a couple of pillows stuffed up inside it. And when I wear a blouse? Well, I can only get the bottom couple of buttons buttoned up and there are these two large mounds of flesh that swell out of the top of my blouse. So, it was pretty tough to quit using the ointment but I kept working at it and when I had gone for over two weeks without using it, Mom bought me a present - she took me to a small store in a nearby strip mall and, guess what? I had my nipples pierced! I was kind of nervous about it but the guy who ran the shop was really nice - almost like he got to see seventeen year old boys with huge breasts all the time! It really wasn't as painful as I had thought it would be and after a couple of weeks when everything had healed up, I wasn't uncomfortable at all. Now, I'd seen some pictures of girls with pierced nipples but their piercings were just these tiny little silver rings, hardly more than a quarter of an inch in diameter. But because of the size of my breasts , both Mom and the guy who ran the shop really insisted that I get something a bit larger so I ended up with these two big gold rings, about inch in diameter. The funny thing is, playing with my nipple rings is even more of a turn on than smearing the ointment on my nipples was. So whenever Mom wants to have sex nowadays, she'll get me all turned on by playing with my nipple rings. While I like my large breasts and wouldn't trade them for anything in the world (well, except maybe for larger ones?), I did have to admit that they have one drawback - they get in the way. Like, last night I was just sitting in the family room reading a car magazine and instead of being able to look down in the magazine as it lay in my lap, I had to hold it out almost a foot in front of me so that I could see it. And just last week I'd been sitting at my computer browsing YouTube for some more "tit videos" and all of a sudden the cursor takes off and goes scooting across the screen and then Internet Explorer crashed. I restarted IE and then a little bit later the same thing happened, and then again a third time. It took me a while to figure out the problem, but it turns out it was my breasts - they were lying on the keyboard and pressing down some of the keys, and the auto-repeat feature was sending characters to the CPU faster than it could handle them. Once I realized what the problem was I just sat farther back from the keyboard - and that works but it's kind of uncomfortable to have to be reaching out a foot in front of you to type. Of course, it's not always possible to move your work farther out in front of you. Mom and I had gone out to a restaurant for supper last night. We had felt like Italian, so we're sitting in the booth, and I had put on a pink blouse, one of the larger ones actually, but there was no way I could get any but the bottom buttons buttoned and I must have had a good six inches of cleavage showing through the wide V-opening at the top, and there was still a lot of soft white flesh trying to billow out of the opening. Anyway, I had to hold the menu out in front of me to order, and that wasn't too bad. But when my "Italian Feast Platter" arrived I was beginning to think that I might be in just a little bit of trouble. Like, there was all this pasta, and meatballs and sausage and stuff on the platter, and of course all were drenched in marinara sauce, and I had to reach way out in front of me and pick them up and then lift them up and over the top of my blouse to reach my mouth. Man, I was really struggling - the things I could spear with my fork weren't too bad - but the things that I had to balance on my spoon - like most of the pasta - were a real problem. So Mom's sitting on my right side and watching me struggle, and I guess that she thinks that it's funny as she's giggling a little, and I'm trying to eat and not drop any food down into my blouse. So all of a sudden it happened, I'd stuck my fork down into the spaghetti, and rolled the fork to gather up the spaghetti, and then held a spoon up against the fork to keep the spaghetti on the fork as I carried it toward my mouth when disaster struck - the spoon slipped off the fork, and the spaghetti, carrying with it a goodly amount of sauce, dropped down into my blouse between my two breasts. So now not only do I have a goodly amount of cleavage displayed, it's also covered with marinara sauce. And Mom is looking at me with her hand over her mouth and trying not to laugh out loud. Finally she said, "Here, let me help", and she moistened her napkin with water from her drinking glass and she starts to wash the sauce off my exposed breasts. About that time our young waiter comes over to ask if there's a problem, and he sees Mom wiping off the top of my massive breasts and his jaw drops and he just stands there staring at what's going on in the booth. And then to make it worse, Mom reaches down into my blouse, searching for the wad of spaghetti, and while her hand is down there, she's not missing a chance to fondle my breasts or tug on my nipple rings. The waiter is standing there and if I thought his jaw was open before, it's like, even more open now and he's breathing pretty fast and it looks like he's getting an erection that's going to split his jeans. Well, finally Mom locates the spaghetti, brings it up out of my cleavage which is now smeared with sauce again, and pops the spaghetti into my mouth so that I can eat it. At the sight of that, the waiter's eyes roll up in his head and he faints on the floor. "I'm not too happy with the quality of service in this restaurant", Mom announces loudly, "I think we'll skip dessert", and we get up and leave. Oh man, as we're walking out I started giggling, and then Mom started laughing and so did I. And by the time we're in the parking lot we're roaring with laughter and helping each other walk as we stagger off to our car. I don't think I had ever laughed that hard, and it was just about that time that I realized that I'd just peed in my panties...... It was around the end of summer, shortly before school was to start - the school that I wouldn't be attending, by the way - that Mom informed me that she was pregnant. Oh, this was great, I'd gotten both my girl friend and my Mom pregnant - the next twelve months were going to be, "interesting", to say the least! I hadn't realized that Cindy and her parents had returned from vacation till just before school was to start and I heard the doorbell ring one afternoon. I just had on one of my light blue nighties so I peeked out a side window, and once I saw that it was Cindy, I went over and opened the door. When I opened the door and saw her, I was, like, well, I was speechless - she had gotten huge! Well, I don't mean that she had gotten taller or anything but she had developed this huge belly. Man, it must have stuck out at least a foot in front of her. Finally, she said: "Well, don't look so surprised. You did this to me. Now invite me in." So she came in and we sat on the sofa in the living room and talked. As we sat there I realized that not only had her belly swollen with the pregnancy, her breasts had as well. She was wearing this fairly thin sun dress and as she sat there, the dress was tightly stretched over her beach ball of a belly. And her breasts, well she wasn't wearing a bra and I could clearly see the outline of her breasts through her dress - they were like these big sacks of flesh that hung down on either side of her belly. I found out that she had probably gotten pregnant in March which meant that she was now about six months along. As we talked I kept looking at her belly and breasts and thinking: "Man, if she's this huge at six months, I wonder what she'll look like at nine months." And of course that got me turned on and I had this erection poking through the bottom of my nightie. Cindy saw it, reached down and stroked it gently through the thin fabric, and whispered in my ear: "Why don't we go up to your bedroom and celebrate my return." Man, I didn't need any encouragement and within a few minutes she was on her back on my bed and I was thrusting into her. The size of her belly made it a little more difficult - but not too bad - kind of like having a warm, soft pillow pressed between our bodies. After we'd finished, and were just laying there in my bed, she noticed my nipple rings, told me how sexy they looked, started playing with them, and that got me so turned on I had to screw her a second time! It was a couple of weeks after that when Cindy moved out of her parent's house and in with Mom and me. Guess her folks weren't too happy about her getting pregnant, to say the least, and as she got closer to her due date, they were all over her case about putting the kid up for adoption, which she didn't want to do. Finally, things got so bad that she talked to me, and I talked to Mom, and Mom talked to Cindy, and all three of us talked - and decided that Cindy should come and live with us. It felt kinda strange having a second woman in the house, and it was even weirder because both of them were pregnant by me. But after a week or so everything pretty much returned to normal and we were just one big (and getting bigger by the day), happy family. It's kind of hard to describe the relationships between the three of us. At times, Mom and Cindy are almost like sisters - they hang around together and talk about girl things, and clothes and makeup and babies and stuff like that. And I really like Cindy - after all, she is my girlfriend, isn't she? And Mom and I are still having sex occasionally. I was afraid that Cindy would get upset when she found out that Mom and I had been sleeping together. And I was even more afraid of what her reaction would be when she learned that Mom was pregnant by me - but it didn't seem to bother her - just gave her and Mom more things to talk about. I guess that I'll never understand women! I think maybe I understand Mom a little better after a conversation I had with Cindy yesterday. Well, let me back up a little - my father was never in the picture. Well, I knew that I must have had one to get Mom pregnant, but he never lived with us, and she'd never tell me anything about him: "Danny, stop asking all those questions. I'll tell you about him when the time comes", she'd say. Well, shit Mom, if the time hasn't come in seventeen years, when will it come? But I guess that Mom had been more forthcoming with Cindy about what had happened because Cindy told me that Mom had confided in her that she had been raped at the age of fourteen and had gotten pregnant as a result. Apparently her parents had been less than supportive, and being a single mother at the age of fifteen didn't allow her much of a social life with her friends. She had told Cindy that she suspected that she shouldn't have breast fed me for so long, but holding me in her arms as I nursed on her breasts was the only real pleasure that she had in those years. And then as I grew into my teen years she was afraid that I'd grow apart from her as I developed my own friends and interests so when she and another technician at the lab were discussing the side effects of a particular veterinary ointment, Mom realized how she might be able to use it to keep me closer to her - what she hadn't anticipated was how my addiction to the "ointment" would cause me to use so much of it and develop the large mammary glands that I now have. Man, that conversation really blew my mind! I was all for going in to my Mom and having it out with her but Cindy calmed me down. "Oh Danny, can't you see how lonely she was, and how she's done so much for you?" she asked. "How she's done so much for me?" I exclaimed. Cindy just walked over to me and reached out and unbuttoned my blouse and reached in and picked up one of my large breasts with both hands and held it out in front of me. "Yes", she said, "She gave you these, didn't she", as she played with its nipple ring. Oh man, that got me so turned on that I didn't want to argue with Cindy about my Mom any more, as Cindy led me off to our bedroom. (End of story)