My mother, Helen is a little taller than most women standing around 5'11. On the other hand, my height potential was severely affected after the plague. I wasn't able to grow any higher, leaving me forever around 5'2, just below her chin. The same goes for my sister who is 5'10.
That said, I'm not standing next to her as she goes on her usual shopping routine with me. She'll always carry me in public and after several years of being forced to be carried around like a child, it's still difficult to get used to. That said, at least the stares and giggles aren't as common anymore as there are plenty of women who carry around their men simply because they can.
It's an embarrassing world, but Helen simply doesn't trust me to walk on my own and indeed, my legs aren't as strong as they were before the plague; however, being carried doesn't help me recover either.
So currently as my mother strolls through the many alleys of our local grocery store, she carries me on the hip with scary ease while supporting me with one hand on my bottom as she strolls with the grocery cart with her other hand. I can do little except try not to focus on her deep and bouncing cleavage thanks to her low cut dress because I know the second she feels me getting a hard-on, she'll stop what she's doing to relieve me.
"Baby, do you remember if we're missing any toothpaste?"
After lying on her shoulder absent-mindedly, wondering if today I could get away from the public embarrassment this once, I'm brought to the reality of the situation. Stumbling a bit, I try to think back. She happens to brush my teeth as well...and change my clothes...and...pretty much everything.
"Er...I think we have one full toothpaste left," I answer.
Helen hums as she reviews her grocery list. She happened to shake me a little causing her breasts to squish against me a little on the side. At least today is much better as she usually carries me in front which is a sure way to get me to pop a boner more than once with her huge tits squishing blissfully against me. Still, when she carries me by her side, I also get a full view of her chest and that too can be troublesome.
Taking a deep breath, I try to clear my mind.
"I'll buy another just in case. Also sweetie, I'll buy another bottle of honey. I know how you like it when mommy lathers honey on her chest before I nurse you."
Hurgh! She just had to mention that time. I try not to think too hard about that delicious and sticky moment.
"S-sure..." I answered, shakily.
Helen hums again, seemingly smiling a little at my stutter. "Maybe your sister can try it when she nurses you as well."
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