As soon as it began, it stopped.“Come on, let’s go eat,” said Marc taking her hand.They were seated in a corner table, Marc had his back to the ...oom with Shilpa sitting opposite him. As the waiter took her order there was a little tremble inside that made her go ‘Ooww’. The waiter looked puzzled.“Ow, you’ve got fried camembert, I’ll change to that,” Shilpa said, thinking quickly.“Don’t you dare do that again!” she growled, with a big smile on her face.Marc tripped the remote switch again and. After work he hit the gym, showered, then drove to the massage parlor. He had forgotten about his strange response over the phone until now, sitting in the waiting room, he heard a sweet, casually seductive voice call out, “Arie?” Arie looked up from his magazine to find her; petite yet well proportioned, her uniform scrubs didn’t hide the fact that she kept herself in shape. Her eyes were almond-shaped, her hair black, and her skin the color of caramel. “I’m Cheryl. I’ll be your ther****t. "So Mallory, are you ready for your gift?" She asked. "Yes, I am." I said happily. We both headed together, hand in hand, for the living room. When we got there, she turned to face me. "Before we begin, I just have to ask, why do you want me to breastfeed you Mallory? Is it just curiosity, or is it something more?" I had to laugh, mom was always so perceptive. She already had an idea this was more than just childish curiosity."Well mom, to be honest, even though I mostly like boys, I have. "I smiled up at her from my seat at the vanity, pleased that she was soclearly enjoying her role as mother of the bride. She looked pretty goodfor someone closing in on fifty. Yes, her face was a little jowly andshe was overweight, but she carried it well. But then maybe I was biased.I had always loved her and I always would. It can't have been easy forher, me being so much younger, slimmer, and prettier than her, but if shehad a problem with this she hid it well.I stood up and smoothed down.