I’m bursting and need relief.

The doctor gave me a pump, but I can’t bring myself to use it. I want something more... organic. The Young Man Who Grew Up In My House, Sean, has always been very attentive to my needs, and now he can’t keep his eyes off my new, big assets.

I try to stop myself—it’s so inappropriate wanting him to relieve me of my swelling—but I can’t help myself. I need his lips on my utters, and I need his young piston to rev my engine.

Can I get over my taboo conceptions and let my young man drain me dry?