I went to reposition my breast when, without my doing anything, sure enough my son moved in his sleep and latched on. I wasn't prepared for how hard h... sucked right away and I caught my breath, letting out a small yelp. It felt good... really good. He was sucking and slurping at my breast, eagerly trying to drink my milk, and I loved it. I let him do that for a few minutes, watching and feeling a strange combination of motherly love and deep arousal. The arousal was only intensified by the. I take out my phone and look at it. I see her number and push the send button. her phone starts to ring and she answers it. She realizes it is me and laughs. “ Why are you calling me?" she asks me with as she looks at her phone. “I was just checking to see if it was your number you called me from.” I say with a laugh. She does not find it amusing. “ You do not trust me enough to ask me if I you have my number, you have to check and see.” She says with great aggravation in her voice. “I knew. She handed me a bottle of champagne and I popped it as mymother went inside and put on a Barry White CD. When Dad wasalive, my parents always listened to Barry White love songs intheir bedroom at night. As I got older, I discovered that thiswas their fucking music, because they would remain locked up intheir bedroom for a long time, Barry crooning over the speakers. I poured the champagne and Mom walked back to the porch. Shepicked up her glass and I did likewise. "Happy Birthday, Son.. "Hello," he said quietly, opening the door for her.I gawked at him, so adult in the company of teens, and jumped when Eleanor gave me a peck on the cheek, saying, "See you tomorrow!"Our friendship blossomed and we quickly became Cassie and Ellie. Eleanor made friends easily and laughed a lot. I thought that having a hunk for a boyfriend and being rich didn't hurt. When Eleanor learned we had a pool, she said that her mother wouldn't have one because she thought they were dangerous. I invited.