Jeff watched anxiuously as his mother unbuttoned her blouse and opened a cup on her nursing bra. He didn't want to drink from a saggy, wrinkly breast - or did he? His mother's boob didn't look as firm or big as Emily's had, but the big, dark nipple and the obvious swelling caused by the milk made it quite attractive and appetizing to the infant that he was at the moment. He decided to make the best of the situation, so when his mother guided his mouth towards her nipple, he willingly began to suck. Jeff was surprised he actually liked the taste of her milk. Well, after all he had wanted to be breastfed and now he was, so he enjoyed the moment.
After a while, he heard his sister ask "Can I film you doing this?" "Film me? For what?" his mother asked back, surprised. "It's a school project. We're supposed to film or photograph important things in our life. And Jeffy and you are important." Emily said. Jeff knew instantly that she was lying, she just wanted an excuse to film him nursing, so he hoped Mommy would say no. "That's sweet, darling. But breastfeeding is a bit of an intimate moment. I don't want to show people my breasts." his Mother replied. "Way to go, mom!" Jeff thought. But Emily wasn't ready to give up. "But you can see moms breastfeeding their babies all over the internet and on the playground." she said. "That's true, and if they want to breastfeed in public it's their decision and it's great for them. But I don't feel comfortable showing some parts of my body to people I don't know, so my decision is not to show them." her mother explained. Jeff was relieved. Emily resorted to begging "Pleeeaaaase Mom! I don't know what else I could do for that homework assignment!" "Well, if you get me a towel from the bathroom I could put that over Jeff and my chest and you could film for a minute." his mother conceded. Emily replied "Ok, thanks mom." but she didn't really sound enthusiastic. Gleefully, Jeff realized that now she would have to do something she didn't really want to do as she couldn't get out of her own lie. She returned with a towel and helped her mom put it in place. Jeff felt very cozy with his mother's arms holding his back and his face and tummy touching her breast and belly, the soft towel blocking out the daylight. It felt like a cozy cave. Like... a... womb... Jeff thought as he drifted off to sleep.