Their Breastfeeding Boy

Sick Boy

Mary likes to cook on Sunday mornings. Beth likes to clean. I knew it would be inevitable for one of them to come knocking on my door eventually, either to offer breakfast or to do my laundry.

When I hear one of them rustling in the hall, I press the hot pad onto my forehead and take a sip of the hot water inside my thermo.

Fuck, that's really hot.

Fortunately, there's a knock on my door.

Throwing the pad under my bed, I tuck myself in and let out a weak "Come in."

Beth comes in and gasps when she sees me shivering under the blankets.

"Oh, honey, are you okay?"

She leans forward, pressing her hand against my forehead, and gasps. "I'll be right back. Don't move, love."

I groan as she leaves. When she leaned, I got a glimpse of her white lace bra. Her breasts were practically spilling out from the top.

When Beth returns, Mary is by her side.

"Oh, sweetie. I'm making you some soup. Don't worry about getting up. You stay there and heal, alright?"

I nod weakly.

Beth pulls out a thermometer and sticks it in my mouth.

I coughed in surprise.

"Fuck," she mutters as she looks down when it beeps. "102.4"

"It's okay, love. We'll be right back with your soup."

When they close the door, I reach for the hot pad and press it against my forehead. I drink more of the hot water when I finally hear them approaching.

Beth comes in holding a blanket and some medicines, while Mary carries a tray with soup.

I fake pain as I sit up, and they both stare at me with concerned expressions.

Beth comes to my right while Mary sets the tray in front of me and then sits to my left.

"Don't move, sweetie. We're here to help you."

Beth leans in to touch my forehead, frowning when she feels how warm it is. Mary leans forward to get a spoonful of soup and then raises it to my lips.

"How is it, sweetie?"

I nod. "Very good. Thank you."

"Oh, honey, you sound awful. Don't speak if it hurts you."

I nod at Beth and groan when both of them lean closer. I just want to fucking touch one. Carry it over my palms to see just how heavy they are.

I eat the soup slowly, not wanting this to end.

When I finally finish, Beth tells me to lie on my stomach and remove my shirt.

I'm caught off guard, but I'd do whatever she says.

"I'm just going to rub this ointment all over your back, okay? It's going to help you get better sooner."

I nod.

I'm glad my cock is pressed against the sheets, or else they would've seen how hard I got the minute both their soft hands started tracing circles on my back.

What I'd do for them to rub their hands all over my cock.

"There."

I sigh in disappointment when they rise from bed.

"You need to sleep, sweetie."

"But if you need help with absolutely anything, you let us know, alright?"