Jon was hungry. That was typical for a school day. Usually, his mom and dad left for work just as he was getting up. They would come downstairs, his mom ravenous, his dad licking his lips and rubbing his stomach. She fed him in the bedroom, where no one could see, and then prepared a large breakfast for herself after getting dressed.
Once they'd forgotten to close the door completely. Jon had seen them in bed together, his dad nestled into his mom's arm while she stroked his hair. One time, she had fed both him and Mikey at the same time. Normally, though, she'd feed him before taking him to school, discretely unbuttoning her blouse and taking him into her lap the way she had done that first time.
Watching it always made Jon's stomach rumble. He had taken to sleeping in and allowing everyone to leave before coming downstairs.
Despite his mom's insistence, Zoe had declared her body off limits for feedings. Because of this, the family had discovered that without constant stimulation, the milk would eventually dry up. His sister had been very relieved; she had wasted no time ditching the nursing bras her "condition" had required her to wear with bigger versions of the ones she used to own.
Regardless of her decision, Jon couldn't bring himself to feed from his family members. His mom had offered -- still offered, sometimes -- but the sight of her big, brown nipples was just wrong. The one time he had tried, despite his misgivings, it was the weight of her breast against his cheek that disturbed him, along with the thought that his father had drunk from them not long before.
There was only one girl Jon trusted enough to get his nourishment.
