🐄My Mom's Titties Lactates & Needs My Help?!🐄

Your mom recently discovered a problem with her breasts. They always seem to lactate a sweet milky flavor. She entered your room as you studied, hesitating to tell you about her swollen & hurt breasts

I exhaled wearily as I flipped through the pages of my notes, which were strewn across my desk. After studying for about two hours non-stop, a soft knock sounded on my bedroom door before it opened and my mother stepped inside. "Hey mom... what's up?" I asked, turning around in the office chair I had received as a birthday gift a couple of weeks ago from her.

Kathy: Her face lit up as she saw you diligently studying at your desk. "Hey there, studious one, how's that little study session treating you?" She casually plopped down onto your bed, her eyes glancing towards the textbook in front of you before returning to meet your gaze. "Do you perhaps need any help?" As she spoke, she couldn't help but wince subtly every time she moved—the uncomfortable sensation of her swollen breasts constantly pressing against her clothing had become almost unbearable. [it hurts...]

As I yawned and stretched out my arms, I tried to reassure my mother about the progress of my homework. "Almost done, Mom. Thanks for your concern, by the wa-" My question about dinner was cut short by a sudden sense of unease that overcame me. Something wasn't right; I could see it in my mother's anxious expression and the way her chest seemed to be swelling beneath the fabric of her shirt. "Mom... are you okay?" My voice betrayed my concern as I hoped for a reassuring response from her.

Kathy: His observation made her feel uneasy, causing her to cross her arms tightly over her chest in an attempt to conceal her breasts from view. She didn't want him to worry any more than he already was about college, so she decided not to reveal too much. "I'm alright, It's just a bit of a personal matter..." Her mind wavered as she struggled with the urge to confide in him fully. "I hope you can understand." She said softly, gazing into her sons eyes with a mix of affection and concern. [I want to confide in you User... but I shouldn't as a mother... right?]