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Her Day had been damn near brutal. As the local store manager of Hearts n Bindings, she'd been rushed, no, practically launched from her office and into the hell that was christmas shopping season. \n\nThis guy needed these three books she wasn't sure were in stock, that lady wanted a refund for an incorrect purchase made two weeks ago, another was asking where the bathroom was at, a nearby mother and her three children were wreaking havoc on the nativity scene out side the store, only three clerks were in the store and they needed seven more to compensate and--\n\n\"Uuuugh!\" Amia groaned and dragged her hands down her face, pulling at her eyelids. Her mind kept replaying the scenes of the day in her head on repeat, and like an enraptured fan she kept thinking about it. \n\nShe slouched further into the couch, her bottom half now extended out and her rump hanging over the side, her tail flopped against the bottom side of the couch. The odd angle helped pop a few spinal spots back into adjustment though, and the sudden rush of relief on her sore muscles sent her slowly sliding off the couch completely, a dainty moan escaping her lips as her eyes shut.\n\nNow sitting on her legs, on the floor, Amia rest her arms on either side of her, and lifted her head. To her immediate right sat the Christmas tree, devoid of gifts, and partially decorated. She frowned, seeing the poorly made ornaments, and dollar bin garland she'd found, it was a garish bright orange, and it sent a surge of annoyance flashing through her memories. \n\nEvery year, the Sage family had made sure the decorations on the tree were spectacular. Her, her ex-husband, and her son Cj, would work together to make an art piece in their living room come to life. Amia smiled as her memories fell on a scene where her late husband had hoisted little CJ, only four at the time, up onto his shoulders, so the fawn could place a pair of silver glittering antlers atop the tree, a crystal star dangling between the prongs, atop its tip. \n\nThat star now sat in a pawn shop down the street, sold to keep food on the table for them both. Amia's smile fell away at the thought of some other family owning it. While it was just an expensive tree topper, it had been [i]their[/i] tree topper, and more memories had been placed into that single ornament than any others they owned. \n\n[i]And your ex-husband is the cause of these losses[/i]...Amia grit her teeth at the mere thought of Tark, the buck she'd been married to, for five years no less! \n\n\"Says he loves me...Says he'll always be there...and then we have a male child instead of a female and poof! He leaves...\" \n\n...A tear trickled down her cheek, splashing into her chest fur. and Amia choked out a laugh, waving her hand to the empty room, \"Ha! and now i'm crying....great...\" Her dropped to her lap, eliciting a grunt of pain as her palm smacked her swollen breasts, nestled tightly just above and between her thighs. She glared at the mammary monstrosities. They were such a pain to her as well. \n\nAfter her first Fawning of Cj, her Doctor informed her that her breasts would reduce to their normal size, after about 3 months or so. Cj would be weaned off her milk, and she could go back to wearing normal sized clothing for a change.\n\nThat did not happen. Oh no, thee months came and left, and Amia still sported triple her breast size. SHe'd gone straight to a doctor, fearing the worst, of course. To her confusion, they gave her no straight answer. The first Doctor told her it should be possible, that they should have stopped producing milk. \n\nThe second Doctor informed her she might have a genetic disorder or cancerous breasts, and promptly found himself with a broken snout and one less patient. \n\nThe third, told he had no idea, and simply left it at that. Since then, Amia had to milk herself every morning and night, to help reduce the swelling. The worst part though, was the sensitivity. The darn things were so easily aggravated, that before she went to work and as soon as she got home, she'd apply rash creams to the nipples and around them, the poor nubs red and inflamed from scratching against her clothes all day. \n\nGently taking her left hand, she lightly squeezed around the left top udder, sending a jolting mixture of pain and bliss up her spine, arching her back as milk squirted out of the teat and onto the carpet. a light gasp and moan left her mouth, her eyes fluttered shut, and for but a moment, her daily issues were forgotten. \n\n[i]This feels nice[/i].... she hummed. Just a few minutes of this and...everything... will....\n\n[center]*********[/center]\n\n\"...Earth to mom? Hello in there?\" \n\nAmia opened her eyes, the lids heavy with sleep and sand gunk. She groggily looked up to find CJ kneeling down in front of her. His completely nude form, devoid of backpack and school gear meant he must have already been home for some time. A hand was on her shoulder, gently shaking her back into the world of the living. She started with a gasp, ears shooting up in surprise and her mouth flinging a small drop of drool onto her son's chest fur. He didn't seem to notice. She smiled far too wide, and too nervously for Cj to take her seriously.\n\n\"C-Cj! You're home already? Hi, sweetie...um...wow.\" She looked around for a clock but they hadn't put on up in the living room just yet so--\n\n[i]No...I pawned that too[/i]... Her fake smile fell away as her son watched his mothers eyes close and she sighed heavily. She'd pawned a lot of their stuff...\n\n\"H-Hi Sweetie, I'm sorry, I must have fallen asleep after i got home from work...I was just...\" She blinked, an ear going sideways. What had she been doing? \n\n\"You were relieving your breasts, right?\" Cj asked, his eyes darting down to her crotch. Amia did so as well and found to her embarrassment, that she had indeed leaked into the carpet from the left side. The breast was slightly more swollen than the right one, and her inner thigh fur was damp. She immediately tried to stand, but pins and needles shot through her knees. \n\n[i]Gods above, how long was I out[/i]?! She gripped the cushions and tried again but Cj put both his hands on her shoulders and held her there. \n\n\"Mom, stop, it's okay, everything is fine. I understand.\"\n\nAmia looked up, her head tilting to the side. \"You...you do?\" When he nodded and lay down in front of her, red flags started going off in her head, but she tampered them, curiosity taking over. \n\n\"H-honey, what do you mean, what are you--OOOHH!!!\" \n\nAmia's head snapped back against the couch in a loud gasp/moan as Cj cupped her right lower nipple and rolled it between his fingers. Her hands shot out to stop him from doing more, but he beat her to it and clamped his mouth over her upper left teat, the one she'd been teasing. \n\nher mouth opened and she groaned, pleasure surging through her as milk was drawn not pushed, out of her needy breast. a gentle pressure of CJ's tongue over the top sent shivers wracking up and down her body. \n\nAmia writhed against the couch, her son's left hand reaching under her to squeeze the lowere left teat and releive it as well.\n\n\"Aagh....nuhn...gah...C-Cj whnn nnngh oooohhh....\" Coherent sentence structure gone from her brain, she used her only other plan of defense, Her hands flailed for a moment, before they found purchase on his head, but instead of doing what her brain said, they did what her body wanted and she found her self petting him erratically, cooing and bleating as her son nursed her and worked on demolishing the pain in her lower region. \n\nCJ suckled the first teat for well over a minute, before he dragged his tongue across the right one firmly, coaxing out a hip thrust that sent his muzzle nose deep between her breasts, and a shout of relief from his mother. He looked up to see her panting, her head resting with her snout in the air, not even looking at him, her mouth mumbling sweet nothings and half-hearted attempts to make him stop. Her hands however were gripping his hair gently and pushing his snout deeper between her breasts. \n\nSo he did as hhe felt was right, he nuzzled, nipped, and shoved his snout around, forcing milk deeper inside her out. He was rewared with shouts, bleats, and quiet whimpers from above. The grip on his head eventually loosened and the panting diminished to quiet huffing. Removing his Head from her crotch, he smiled up at her, expecting to see a lustfully eyed doe staring him down, silently begging for more.\n\nInstead he found a kiss, as it landed atop his head.Her hands as they cupped his cheeks, and a hot washing of air from her mouth atop his snout as Amia set her forehead against his. She stared half consciously into his eyes.\n\n\"Th-that..was exactly...wh-what Momma needed, sweetie...I..I don't know h-how...but I will find a way to thankmmph...\" She was halted by his kiss, returned to her lips with a happy hum from CJ, and she purred as the vibrations danced across her tongue. \n\nCj broke away and nuzzled his mother's left cheek, a kid like bleat gently sounding off as he and his mother shared a moment together. \n\n\"You don't have to mom, because you show me thanks in so many ways. I know you work hard, and it shows, so I figured it'd be a nice idea to just share a quiet moment with my mom and help her feel a little appreciated.\" He paused and chuckled. \"Heh, even if it wasn't exactly quiet.\"\n\nAmia blushed, leaning back and reclining with her arms resting on the couch cushions, as Cj began nursing her again, she sighed and smiled down at him. \n\n[i]My little buck...My perfect son[/i]....she smiled genuinely this time, and relaxed her body, letting Cj's mouth and hands do the 'talking' for the next few moments.\n\n\"Thank you, Cj, I love you...\" She whispered, He merely winked up to her and focused on removing all of his mother's stress.\n\n\n[center]<<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>>[/center]\n\nIf there are typo's or errrors, I am sorry.\n\nMerry Christmas!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Amia slouched down on the couch with a sigh, her head thumping back into the cushions. Her Day had been damn near brutal. As the local store manager of Hearts n Bindings, she'd been rushed, no, practically launched from her office and into the hell that was christmas shopping season.

This guy needed these three books she wasn't sure were in stock, that lady wanted a refund for an incorrect purchase made two weeks ago, another was asking where the bathroom was at, a nearby mother and her three children were wreaking havoc on the nativity scene out side the store, only three clerks were in the store and they needed seven more to compensate and--

"Uuuugh!" Amia groaned and dragged her hands down her face, pulling at her eyelids. Her mind kept replaying the scenes of the day in her head on repeat, and like an enraptured fan she kept thinking about it.

She slouched further into the couch, her bottom half now extended out and her rump hanging over the side, her tail flopped against the bottom side of the couch. The odd angle helped pop a few spinal spots back into adjustment though, and the sudden rush of relief on her sore muscles sent her slowly sliding off the couch completely, a dainty moan escaping her lips as her eyes shut.

Now sitting on her legs, on the floor, Amia rest her arms on either side of her, and lifted her head. To her immediate right sat the Christmas tree, devoid of gifts, and partially decorated. She frowned, seeing the poorly made ornaments, and dollar bin garland she'd found, it was a garish bright orange, and it sent a surge of annoyance flashing through her memories.

Every year, the Sage family had made sure the decorations on the tree were spectacular. Her, her ex-husband, and her son Cj, would work together to make an art piece in their living room come to life. Amia smiled as her memories fell on a scene where her late husband had hoisted little CJ, only four at the time, up onto his shoulders, so the fawn could place a pair of silver glittering antlers atop the tree, a crystal star dangling between the prongs, atop its tip.

That star now sat in a pawn shop down the street, sold to keep food on the table for them both. Amia's smile fell away at the thought of some other family owning it. While it was just an expensive tree topper, it had been their tree topper, and more memories had been placed into that single ornament than any others they owned.

And your ex-husband is the cause of these losses...Amia grit her teeth at the mere thought of Tark, the buck she'd been married to, for five years no less!

"Says he loves me...Says he'll always be there...and then we have a male child instead of a female and poof! He leaves..."

...A tear trickled down her cheek, splashing into her chest fur. and Amia choked out a laugh, waving her hand to the empty room, "Ha! and now i'm crying....great..." Her dropped to her lap, eliciting a grunt of pain as her palm smacked her swollen breasts, nestled tightly just above and between her thighs. She glared at the mammary monstrosities. They were such a pain to her as well.

After her first Fawning of Cj, her Doctor informed her that her breasts would reduce to their normal size, after about 3 months or so. Cj would be weaned off her milk, and she could go back to wearing normal sized clothing for a change.

That did not happen. Oh no, thee months came and left, and Amia still sported triple her breast size. SHe'd gone straight to a doctor, fearing the worst, of course. To her confusion, they gave her no straight answer. The first Doctor told her it should be possible, that they should have stopped producing milk.

The second Doctor informed her she might have a genetic disorder or cancerous breasts, and promptly found himself with a broken snout and one less patient.

The third, told he had no idea, and simply left it at that. Since then, Amia had to milk herself every morning and night, to help reduce the swelling. The worst part though, was the sensitivity. The darn things were so easily aggravated, that before she went to work and as soon as she got home, she'd apply rash creams to the nipples and around them, the poor nubs red and inflamed from scratching against her clothes all day.

Gently taking her left hand, she lightly squeezed around the left top udder, sending a jolting mixture of pain and bliss up her spine, arching her back as milk squirted out of the teat and onto the carpet. a light gasp and moan left her mouth, her eyes fluttered shut, and for but a moment, her daily issues were forgotten.

This feels nice.... she hummed. Just a few minutes of this and...everything... will....

*********


"...Earth to mom? Hello in there?"

Amia opened her eyes, the lids heavy with sleep and sand gunk. She groggily looked up to find CJ kneeling down in front of her. His completely nude form, devoid of backpack and school gear meant he must have already been home for some time. A hand was on her shoulder, gently shaking her back into the world of the living. She started with a gasp, ears shooting up in surprise and her mouth flinging a small drop of drool onto her son's chest fur. He didn't seem to notice. She smiled far too wide, and too nervously for Cj to take her seriously.

"C-Cj! You're home already? Hi, sweetie...um...wow." She looked around for a clock but they hadn't put on up in the living room just yet so--

No...I pawned that too... Her fake smile fell away as her son watched his mothers eyes close and she sighed heavily. She'd pawned a lot of their stuff...

"H-Hi Sweetie, I'm sorry, I must have fallen asleep after i got home from work...I was just..." She blinked, an ear going sideways. What had she been doing?

"You were relieving your breasts, right?" Cj asked, his eyes darting down to her crotch. Amia did so as well and found to her embarrassment, that she had indeed leaked into the carpet from the left side. The breast was slightly more swollen than the right one, and her inner thigh fur was damp. She immediately tried to stand, but pins and needles shot through her knees.

Gods above, how long was I out?! She gripped the cushions and tried again but Cj put both his hands on her shoulders and held her there.

"Mom, stop, it's okay, everything is fine. I understand."

Amia looked up, her head tilting to the side. "You...you do?" When he nodded and lay down in front of her, red flags started going off in her head, but she tampered them, curiosity taking over.

"H-honey, what do you mean, what are you--OOOHH!!!"

Amia's head snapped back against the couch in a loud gasp/moan as Cj cupped her right lower nipple and rolled it between his fingers. Her hands shot out to stop him from doing more, but he beat her to it and clamped his mouth over her upper left teat, the one she'd been teasing.

her mouth opened and she groaned, pleasure surging through her as milk was drawn not pushed, out of her needy breast. a gentle pressure of CJ's tongue over the top sent shivers wracking up and down her body.

Amia writhed against the couch, her son's left hand reaching under her to squeeze the lowere left teat and releive it as well.

"Aagh....nuhn...gah...C-Cj whnn nnngh oooohhh...." Coherent sentence structure gone from her brain, she used her only other plan of defense, Her hands flailed for a moment, before they found purchase on his head, but instead of doing what her brain said, they did what her body wanted and she found her self petting him erratically, cooing and bleating as her son nursed her and worked on demolishing the pain in her lower region.

CJ suckled the first teat for well over a minute, before he dragged his tongue across the right one firmly, coaxing out a hip thrust that sent his muzzle nose deep between her breasts, and a shout of relief from his mother. He looked up to see her panting, her head resting with her snout in the air, not even looking at him, her mouth mumbling sweet nothings and half-hearted attempts to make him stop. Her hands however were gripping his hair gently and pushing his snout deeper between her breasts.

So he did as hhe felt was right, he nuzzled, nipped, and shoved his snout around, forcing milk deeper inside her out. He was rewared with shouts, bleats, and quiet whimpers from above. The grip on his head eventually loosened and the panting diminished to quiet huffing. Removing his Head from her crotch, he smiled up at her, expecting to see a lustfully eyed doe staring him down, silently begging for more.

Instead he found a kiss, as it landed atop his head.Her hands as they cupped his cheeks, and a hot washing of air from her mouth atop his snout as Amia set her forehead against his. She stared half consciously into his eyes.

"Th-that..was exactly...wh-what Momma needed, sweetie...I..I don't know h-how...but I will find a way to thankmmph..." She was halted by his kiss, returned to her lips with a happy hum from CJ, and she purred as the vibrations danced across her tongue.  

Cj broke away and nuzzled his mother's left cheek, a kid like bleat gently sounding off as he and his mother shared a moment together.

"You don't have to mom, because you show me thanks in so many ways. I know you work hard, and it shows, so I figured it'd be a nice idea to just share a quiet moment with my mom and help her feel a little appreciated." He paused and chuckled. "Heh, even if it wasn't exactly quiet."

Amia blushed, leaning back and reclining with her arms resting on the couch cushions, as Cj began nursing her again, she sighed and smiled down at him.

My little buck...My perfect son....she smiled genuinely this time, and relaxed her body, letting Cj's mouth and hands do the 'talking' for the next few moments.

"Thank you, Cj, I love you..." She whispered, He merely winked up to her and focused on removing all of his mother's stress.


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If there are typo's or errrors, I am sorry.

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