I’m bursting and need relief.

I don’t want to go see the doctor, but my dairy problem can’t be normal. The Young Man Who Grew Up In My House has gotten awfully big for the years, and now we’re all alone in the house. 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?