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Ayaan was deliberately sucking and drinking Barkha breast milk and he was faking and acting this whole time. He confirmed that his mom is lactating and Breastfeeding his dad.
Barkha was unaware of this and she was patting his head gently. She was completely unaware that Ayaan was acting and he was watching her all the time.
Ayaan was drinking her milk and his mouth was full of her milk. But he was a desperate and lonely boy inside and looking for an opportunity to lose his virginity. He never thought bad about his mother but his body hormones now finding Barkha as a most attractive woman. He wants to explore more but he is not getting any confidence to move forward. But Ayaan was looking at Barkha, Closing one eye and seeing her mother's face expression from another eye. He was watching her.
But Barkha was enjoying this thrill movement. She started to get wet inside. She adjusted herself as Ayaan was putting one leg on her thighs. So she gently moved a bit and put her hands inside her panty and started to finger herself. Ayaan was dumbfounded seeing this. Watching her, he is getting an erection. His dick now is hard like an iron rod and started to poke Barkha's body. Ayaan slowly rubbed himself against Barkha. He thought Barkha would never notice this.
She was having a deep orgasm when she became immediately conscious. "
Good, god, you're awake?!" She gasped, and tried to move away but his body weight held us in the exact same spot, despite her jump.
Ayaan then lied to Barkha and said, "Yeah... I woke up a few minutes ago when I heard Tv sound and your breast was in my mouth," he laughed. "At first I freaked out like, wtf am I doing??! But then I realized I had been having a sex dream where I was sucking on some tits and realized, holy shit, I'm sucking on my mom's breast."
Barkha blushed, shocked to hear her son saying these things to her. He continued.
"Then I was like, well shit, how'd I get here? But it all happened in like 2 seconds. Before I knew it”
Barkha : "So, you were sucking on my tits intentionally? Trying to…”
Ayaan : "Make you cum? Well, yeah. I haven't ever heard a woman cum just from playing with her breast but I had heard it could happen, so when you were getting so into it I wondered if it was possible.”
She had to take a second to process everything. What had started as an innocent cuddle with her son had turned into me very wrongly putting him into a sexual position against his consent. Then, she secretly-so she thought-had an orgasm with her son sucking on her. Now, apparently, he had done it on purpose, and he was acting very chill about it. Did that mean…
"Did you like it?" Barkha blurted out.
"Well, yeah." He said, smiling, and his cheek pressing into her breast with his smile. Then, he reached a hand up and fondled her breast again, causing her to gasp and sigh.
"Honey, okay, well, that's good I guess, but this is still very wrong, and I shouldn't have done it. I'm your mother, and this just isn't right. I'm glad you're not upset, but we should stop now.”
"Stop?!" Ayaan said, reaching for her shirt and pulling her other breast out, exposing it with a bounce and turning to pull himself onto his side for a better angle. "I don't think so.”
"AYAAN!" She protested, but before she could say anything else, her son was expertly massaging both her breasts and suckling on each one, popping each nipple in his mouth with a sharp suction and wiggling his tongue across her areolas. It felt exquisite, and not unlike the very thing she often asked her husband to do while she touched herself on nights we masturbated together.
" Ayaan..." She sighed again, losing her will to fight it. He stopped, pulling back and looking into her eyes, leveling himself with her gaze.
"Mom, it's okay. I mean, yeah it's weird as shit and I'm not going to tell my friends or anything," we both laughed, "but... You're gorgeous. Like, stupidly hot." She smiled, flattered and a little surprised.
"Honey, I'm too old to be hot," Barkha laughed, surprised to hear herself saying it since she actually knew she was hot shit. She worked out but still had her curves, and took good care of her appearance and had fair skin. More than anything, she knew confidence was key to looking and feeling sexy, and she did feel sexy. But, you know, to other 40 year old men. Not young, barely grown boys. So she guess she was surprised to hear him saying those nice things.
"Um, okay, say what you want, but I've seen the way dad looks at you and touches you. And I can see what he likes. I like it too.”
"Like father, like son," she muttered to herself incredulously.
"Mom... we don't have to do anything else, but... can I kiss you?”
Barkha didn't know how to respond, so she just sat there, suddenly feeling like a schoolgirl on a first date, not the feisty cougar who just shoved her tit into her son's sleeping mouth. Before she said anything, her son saw the look of desire and girlish innocence in her eyes and leaned in, holding her cheek like the boys do in the movies. She felt his hard, muscled chest press into my bare chest, and he looked into her eyes one last time before locking his lips onto her. His lips felt so familiar, so warm and soft. Barkha realized as he moved his mouth on her that it felt just like his father's. She was mortified and deeply turned on at once. She must stop this, Barlha thought to herself, she must stop, what if Jeet finds us? But something about the fear of being caught by his father-her husband- only lit the fire anew in her body, and she had to have more. She opened her mouth and their tongues met in the middle instinctively. Soon her son was over her body, mouths still locked, his knee pressing her legs open, and we were making out. His hands were all over her body- her arms, her breasts, her stomach. She flinched when he touched her stomach, but he pulled away, forehead pressed into her, and grabbed a handful of her curvy belly.
"It's okay. I like it." Ayaan said, and she unraveled further, his lips and soft bites traveling down her neck to her collarbone. She must stop this. “I must. I must... I must…”
Barkha found her hands trailing around his middle, feeling the tight, thin frame of her son, and a thought occurred to her that he was younger and smaller than her husband had been when we met. In fact, she had never been with a boy his age, since I'd had sex for the first time with older men in my college time, “except with Faiz, he has a different problem” and…never anybody my own age. I guess now the tables have turned.
Without allowing herself to think, Barkha pulled his shirt off, breaking our sloppy kisses, and started fiddling with his pants. She looked down and saw the hard bulge pressing relentlessly at the crotch of her son's pants. She felt almost compassionate, aiming to free his poor, trapped member.
Yes, mom," he breathed as she undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. He stood, dropping them, and his boxers with them, and she was suddenly met in the face with her son's hard erection. He looked down at her, suddenly looking less of the man like his father and a little more like the boy his age that he was, and she felt so dirty for what she was doing. But then he grabbed at her chest, one full breast spilling over each hand, and Barkha was lost in the moment once more. Barkha stood, too, standing just a few inches taller than her boy, and with a single motion, dropped her sleeping pants and undies. Now it was just us, mother and son, woman and man, girl and boy, two naked people standing before each other.
Her sweet, naked son pulled her into a hug, and she was filled again with a maternal love, feeling his warm, naked body pressed against her in a way she hadn't since he was so small.
She caressed his hair, and they both stood like that for a while, not touching sexually but just taking a moment to remember the love they shared, Barkha thinks. Her sweet boy. His strong mama. Doing something they might regret forever, but hadn't they already gone too far?
Could they turn back now? She knew deep down the answer was yes, but Barkha drowned out the noise with a firm kiss on her son's lips.
"I love you," Barkha said to him, the words feeling safe and familiar.
"I love you, mommy," he said, and she was butter in his arms. His hands traveled down and around her hands, pulling one to his mouth and kissing her hand. He turned her around and pressed his body into her backside, feeling his hard erection between her ass cheeks, and she felt herself pushing into him, wiggling a bit. His boner twitched.
"Do you want mommy's pussy?" Barkha asked. She sounded like a goddamn pornstar.
Ayaan : "Oh yes, I want my mommy's pussy so badly."
So he was going to play along. The fire blazed in her belly, low and smoldering. Barkha knew then she was going to do it. The ultimate taboo. She was going to fuck her son. Barkha was going to take her son's hard cock and bring him into her, back into her belly where he'd come from so long ago. The thought thrilled and disgusted her. Barkha had to move quickly to keep her mind from protesting too loudly. She didn't want to say no.
She laid back on the couch, opening her legs, and it occurred to her to ask him,
"Have you ever had sex before, baby?"
"Uh, honestly? No..." he looked small again, shy, and he hesitated for a moment, bringing his hand up to his other arm across his young body. She realized how hard and confusing this must be for him, for the first time, and remembered how it felt to be young, horny, and untouched. So afraid of rejection. So desperate for release. So curious and going crazy with need. She sat up, lowering her legs, and opened her arms.
"Come here, baby. It's ok. Barkha nestled him into her chest, kissing the top of his head, and he made a contented noise there. And grabbed at her tit again, Barkha noticed.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She hated herself for asking. She wanted him to just take her, but Barkha had to remember that this wasn't the skilled grown men she was accustomed to fucking. This was a boy, barely a man, who needed practice, who needed guidance and reassurance. She had to be respectful, because no matter what person came after me, he would always remember this night as his first time.
"Yes!" he answered without hesitation, pulling away to look into her eyes. "Yes, I want this so badly, mom, I do. Please."
"Have you, well have you done anything? Should we slow down? Maybe I could, uh," she blushed, "Give you a blowjob? Have you done that before?"
Now it was his turn to blush.
At first Ayaan was feeling shy and he hold for a minute and said, “no mom, but I know masturbate”
Again Barkha was feeling naughty inside and as she was curious now, she asked him. “Only masturbate?” Barkha asked.
Ayaan : “Yes, Alex thought me how to masturbate”
He used to bring some porns in his phone and we both masturbated together. I knew it, that bastard Alex corrupting my son.
But we never did with any women, though Alex had a crush on you, hahaha…. But he never talks bad about you, Ayaan continued.
“He never talks bad about you, but still steals my panty and bra?” Barkha thinking
“I have to deal with this bastard Alex!” Barkha thinking
She felt so much motherly compassion for her boy and this phase of exploration he was embarking upon, and knew she wanted tonight to be special. Now we'd opened so many doors, but had so many things ahead to experience together. She knew that a good, passionate lover could do so much for confidence, and got that familiar thrill down her spine to her clit at the thought that my making love to my son tonight could in turn result in him getting fucked in the ass by one of his cute friends. Barkha wished she could watch that... God, she was getting ahead of herself!
"My sweet boy. There's so much ahead for you to learn, experience, and enjoy. If you want mommy to fuck you tonight and be your first, she would love that more than anything. In fact, she can't think of any other way now. It seems very appropriate, if you really think about it. We've always been so close, and now that I've seen you like this... naked, vulnerable, aroused, she can't really go back to thinking of you, however she thought of you before tonight.
He smiled, his confidence returned, and leaned in. This time we shared a kiss as lovers. Mother and son, and something more. He had been sitting on his legs bent on the couch in front of her, and was now positioned upright against the couch, kissing her. As he leaned in, Barkha felt his boner brush against her mound. The sensation was intoxicating.
She should not have sex with her son.
She should not have sex with her son.
She should not have sex with her son.
The phrase repeated in her mind as he grabbed his hard dick and rubbed it against her clit, slick with her own arousal.
She should not have sex with her son.
“It would be so wrong to have sex my son”
“He's my son, for god's sake”
“I can't do this. I cannot do this”
She thought as his head positioned at her pussy. Mommy's pussy. The same pussy he'd come from all those years ago, when she brought him into this world and he began his life inside her. Now he had returned, a new life beginning, his sexual life. It felt so right that my baby's sex life would begin where she gave him life to begin with. She cannot do this. She must do this. She thrust her hips forward and engulfed her son's cock with his mommy's pussy. Suddenly, her sweet boy was deep inside her, completely, and his head was tossed back in extreme pleasure. She grabbed her breasts and fondled them while she clamped down on him, squeezing her son's dick with her firm kegels, jacking him with her strong pussy. At that, his eyes burst open and he stared at her, a new hunger in his eyes. The darkness of his father from earlier had returned, and this time it wasn't just a flash.
Her son was about to fucking the living daylights out of her.
She knew what he wanted. She knew he wanted to fuck and make love and grind into her body, his mommy's body, for hours and hours, the pleasure never ending, sending streams of cum deep into his mommy's womb, all over his mommy's slick, hungry cunt, slathering mommy's boobies and tummy and pretty face with his load. But Barkha knew the reality. This boy was a newb, and he wasn't going to last long.
He was thrusting, fast and hard, and a sheen of sweat was beading across his hairless chest. His tight hips were pressing into her bouncing thighs and ass. She watched him watch her, his eyes passing over every inch of her skin, discovering his mommy in a new way.
Barkha hands. Her toes. Her nipples. Her lips. Her wrinkles. Her cellulite. Her clitoris. Everything was a new, tactile experience, now newly exposed to his mother as a sexual being. He moaned, his breath catching, as he pounded faster and faster. It wasn't long now.
"Darling, my sweet baby boy, I love you so much. I'm so proud of you. So proud."
His brows furrowed and his mouth contorted, his hands pushing her legs back so he could get deeper into her. Almost there.
"Mom... Mommy..." he moaned, panting, and she knew it was time.
"You can do it, baby. Cum inside mommy. Give mommy your load, baby. Come on, I believe in you my sweet boy, my son, give mommy your creamy load. That's it... goood boy... oh yes... yes!"
He was tumbling over the edge now, ecstasy overwhelming his little frame, and he blew his load fast and thoroughly into my waiting cunt. She wasn't on birth control, but Barkha figured we'd cross that road when we got there. For now, my baby had just cum inside a girl for the first time, and Barkha was so proud of him she think he'd just won a gold medal.
"Oh, my sweet, sweet boy,"
"Oh, mommy... mommy..." we whispered in unison, our sweaty bodies all tangled up as she pulled him into her, his softening penis slipping out of her as a big glob of his sticky cum plopped out, too, sliding down her asshole. It felt so wrong, and she was delighted. My boy, my sweet, sweet boy...
After that, they turned off the movie and got into the shower together. Barkha washed him and he washed her, and they made out a little more. After they dried off, she walked him to his room and tucked him in with a kiss on his forehead. She kn
ew that wouldn't be the last time. She had so much in store for her sweet boy.
To be continued……
Ayaan was deliberately sucking and drinking Barkha breast milk and he was faking and acting this whole time. He confirmed that his mom is lactating and Breastfeeding his dad.
Barkha was unaware of this and she was patting his head gently. She was completely unaware that Ayaan was acting and he was watching her all the time.
Ayaan was drinking her milk and his mouth was full of her milk. But he was a desperate and lonely boy inside and looking for an opportunity to lose his virginity. He never thought bad about his mother but his body hormones now finding Barkha as a most attractive woman. He wants to explore more but he is not getting any confidence to move forward. But Ayaan was looking at Barkha, Closing one eye and seeing her mother's face expression from another eye. He was watching her.
But Barkha was enjoying this thrill movement. She started to get wet inside. She adjusted herself as Ayaan was putting one leg on her thighs. So she gently moved a bit and put her hands inside her panty and started to finger herself. Ayaan was dumbfounded seeing this. Watching her, he is getting an erection. His dick now is hard like an iron rod and started to poke Barkha's body. Ayaan slowly rubbed himself against Barkha. He thought Barkha would never notice this.
She was having a deep orgasm when she became immediately conscious. "
Good, god, you're awake?!" She gasped, and tried to move away but his body weight held us in the exact same spot, despite her jump.
Ayaan then lied to Barkha and said, "Yeah... I woke up a few minutes ago when I heard Tv sound and your breast was in my mouth," he laughed. "At first I freaked out like, wtf am I doing??! But then I realized I had been having a sex dream where I was sucking on some tits and realized, holy shit, I'm sucking on my mom's breast."
Barkha blushed, shocked to hear her son saying these things to her. He continued.
"Then I was like, well shit, how'd I get here? But it all happened in like 2 seconds. Before I knew it”
Barkha : "So, you were sucking on my tits intentionally? Trying to…”
Ayaan : "Make you cum? Well, yeah. I haven't ever heard a woman cum just from playing with her breast but I had heard it could happen, so when you were getting so into it I wondered if it was possible.”
She had to take a second to process everything. What had started as an innocent cuddle with her son had turned into me very wrongly putting him into a sexual position against his consent. Then, she secretly-so she thought-had an orgasm with her son sucking on her. Now, apparently, he had done it on purpose, and he was acting very chill about it. Did that mean…
"Did you like it?" Barkha blurted out.
"Well, yeah." He said, smiling, and his cheek pressing into her breast with his smile. Then, he reached a hand up and fondled her breast again, causing her to gasp and sigh.
"Honey, okay, well, that's good I guess, but this is still very wrong, and I shouldn't have done it. I'm your mother, and this just isn't right. I'm glad you're not upset, but we should stop now.”
"Stop?!" Ayaan said, reaching for her shirt and pulling her other breast out, exposing it with a bounce and turning to pull himself onto his side for a better angle. "I don't think so.”
"AYAAN!" She protested, but before she could say anything else, her son was expertly massaging both her breasts and suckling on each one, popping each nipple in his mouth with a sharp suction and wiggling his tongue across her areolas. It felt exquisite, and not unlike the very thing she often asked her husband to do while she touched herself on nights we masturbated together.
" Ayaan..." She sighed again, losing her will to fight it. He stopped, pulling back and looking into her eyes, leveling himself with her gaze.
"Mom, it's okay. I mean, yeah it's weird as shit and I'm not going to tell my friends or anything," we both laughed, "but... You're gorgeous. Like, stupidly hot." She smiled, flattered and a little surprised.
"Honey, I'm too old to be hot," Barkha laughed, surprised to hear herself saying it since she actually knew she was hot shit. She worked out but still had her curves, and took good care of her appearance and had fair skin. More than anything, she knew confidence was key to looking and feeling sexy, and she did feel sexy. But, you know, to other 40 year old men. Not young, barely grown boys. So she guess she was surprised to hear him saying those nice things.
"Um, okay, say what you want, but I've seen the way dad looks at you and touches you. And I can see what he likes. I like it too.”
"Like father, like son," she muttered to herself incredulously.
"Mom... we don't have to do anything else, but... can I kiss you?”
Barkha didn't know how to respond, so she just sat there, suddenly feeling like a schoolgirl on a first date, not the feisty cougar who just shoved her tit into her son's sleeping mouth. Before she said anything, her son saw the look of desire and girlish innocence in her eyes and leaned in, holding her cheek like the boys do in the movies. She felt his hard, muscled chest press into my bare chest, and he looked into her eyes one last time before locking his lips onto her. His lips felt so familiar, so warm and soft. Barkha realized as he moved his mouth on her that it felt just like his father's. She was mortified and deeply turned on at once. She must stop this, Barlha thought to herself, she must stop, what if Jeet finds us? But something about the fear of being caught by his father-her husband- only lit the fire anew in her body, and she had to have more. She opened her mouth and their tongues met in the middle instinctively. Soon her son was over her body, mouths still locked, his knee pressing her legs open, and we were making out. His hands were all over her body- her arms, her breasts, her stomach. She flinched when he touched her stomach, but he pulled away, forehead pressed into her, and grabbed a handful of her curvy belly.
"It's okay. I like it." Ayaan said, and she unraveled further, his lips and soft bites traveling down her neck to her collarbone. She must stop this. “I must. I must... I must…”
Barkha found her hands trailing around his middle, feeling the tight, thin frame of her son, and a thought occurred to her that he was younger and smaller than her husband had been when we met. In fact, she had never been with a boy his age, since I'd had sex for the first time with older men in my college time, “except with Faiz, he has a different problem” and…never anybody my own age. I guess now the tables have turned.
Without allowing herself to think, Barkha pulled his shirt off, breaking our sloppy kisses, and started fiddling with his pants. She looked down and saw the hard bulge pressing relentlessly at the crotch of her son's pants. She felt almost compassionate, aiming to free his poor, trapped member.
Yes, mom," he breathed as she undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. He stood, dropping them, and his boxers with them, and she was suddenly met in the face with her son's hard erection. He looked down at her, suddenly looking less of the man like his father and a little more like the boy his age that he was, and she felt so dirty for what she was doing. But then he grabbed at her chest, one full breast spilling over each hand, and Barkha was lost in the moment once more. Barkha stood, too, standing just a few inches taller than her boy, and with a single motion, dropped her sleeping pants and undies. Now it was just us, mother and son, woman and man, girl and boy, two naked people standing before each other.
Her sweet, naked son pulled her into a hug, and she was filled again with a maternal love, feeling his warm, naked body pressed against her in a way she hadn't since he was so small.
She caressed his hair, and they both stood like that for a while, not touching sexually but just taking a moment to remember the love they shared, Barkha thinks. Her sweet boy. His strong mama. Doing something they might regret forever, but hadn't they already gone too far?
Could they turn back now? She knew deep down the answer was yes, but Barkha drowned out the noise with a firm kiss on her son's lips.
"I love you," Barkha said to him, the words feeling safe and familiar.
"I love you, mommy," he said, and she was butter in his arms. His hands traveled down and around her hands, pulling one to his mouth and kissing her hand. He turned her around and pressed his body into her backside, feeling his hard erection between her ass cheeks, and she felt herself pushing into him, wiggling a bit. His boner twitched.
"Do you want mommy's pussy?" Barkha asked. She sounded like a goddamn pornstar.
Ayaan : "Oh yes, I want my mommy's pussy so badly."
So he was going to play along. The fire blazed in her belly, low and smoldering. Barkha knew then she was going to do it. The ultimate taboo. She was going to fuck her son. Barkha was going to take her son's hard cock and bring him into her, back into her belly where he'd come from so long ago. The thought thrilled and disgusted her. Barkha had to move quickly to keep her mind from protesting too loudly. She didn't want to say no.
She laid back on the couch, opening her legs, and it occurred to her to ask him,
"Have you ever had sex before, baby?"
"Uh, honestly? No..." he looked small again, shy, and he hesitated for a moment, bringing his hand up to his other arm across his young body. She realized how hard and confusing this must be for him, for the first time, and remembered how it felt to be young, horny, and untouched. So afraid of rejection. So desperate for release. So curious and going crazy with need. She sat up, lowering her legs, and opened her arms.
"Come here, baby. It's ok. Barkha nestled him into her chest, kissing the top of his head, and he made a contented noise there. And grabbed at her tit again, Barkha noticed.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She hated herself for asking. She wanted him to just take her, but Barkha had to remember that this wasn't the skilled grown men she was accustomed to fucking. This was a boy, barely a man, who needed practice, who needed guidance and reassurance. She had to be respectful, because no matter what person came after me, he would always remember this night as his first time.
"Yes!" he answered without hesitation, pulling away to look into her eyes. "Yes, I want this so badly, mom, I do. Please."
"Have you, well have you done anything? Should we slow down? Maybe I could, uh," she blushed, "Give you a blowjob? Have you done that before?"
Now it was his turn to blush.
At first Ayaan was feeling shy and he hold for a minute and said, “no mom, but I know masturbate”
Again Barkha was feeling naughty inside and as she was curious now, she asked him. “Only masturbate?” Barkha asked.
Ayaan : “Yes, Alex thought me how to masturbate”
He used to bring some porns in his phone and we both masturbated together. I knew it, that bastard Alex corrupting my son.
But we never did with any women, though Alex had a crush on you, hahaha…. But he never talks bad about you, Ayaan continued.
“He never talks bad about you, but still steals my panty and bra?” Barkha thinking
“I have to deal with this bastard Alex!” Barkha thinking
She felt so much motherly compassion for her boy and this phase of exploration he was embarking upon, and knew she wanted tonight to be special. Now we'd opened so many doors, but had so many things ahead to experience together. She knew that a good, passionate lover could do so much for confidence, and got that familiar thrill down her spine to her clit at the thought that my making love to my son tonight could in turn result in him getting fucked in the ass by one of his cute friends. Barkha wished she could watch that... God, she was getting ahead of herself!
"My sweet boy. There's so much ahead for you to learn, experience, and enjoy. If you want mommy to fuck you tonight and be your first, she would love that more than anything. In fact, she can't think of any other way now. It seems very appropriate, if you really think about it. We've always been so close, and now that I've seen you like this... naked, vulnerable, aroused, she can't really go back to thinking of you, however she thought of you before tonight.
He smiled, his confidence returned, and leaned in. This time we shared a kiss as lovers. Mother and son, and something more. He had been sitting on his legs bent on the couch in front of her, and was now positioned upright against the couch, kissing her. As he leaned in, Barkha felt his boner brush against her mound. The sensation was intoxicating.
She should not have sex with her son.
She should not have sex with her son.
She should not have sex with her son.
The phrase repeated in her mind as he grabbed his hard dick and rubbed it against her clit, slick with her own arousal.
She should not have sex with her son.
“It would be so wrong to have sex my son”
“He's my son, for god's sake”
“I can't do this. I cannot do this”
She thought as his head positioned at her pussy. Mommy's pussy. The same pussy he'd come from all those years ago, when she brought him into this world and he began his life inside her. Now he had returned, a new life beginning, his sexual life. It felt so right that my baby's sex life would begin where she gave him life to begin with. She cannot do this. She must do this. She thrust her hips forward and engulfed her son's cock with his mommy's pussy. Suddenly, her sweet boy was deep inside her, completely, and his head was tossed back in extreme pleasure. She grabbed her breasts and fondled them while she clamped down on him, squeezing her son's dick with her firm kegels, jacking him with her strong pussy. At that, his eyes burst open and he stared at her, a new hunger in his eyes. The darkness of his father from earlier had returned, and this time it wasn't just a flash.
Her son was about to fucking the living daylights out of her.
She knew what he wanted. She knew he wanted to fuck and make love and grind into her body, his mommy's body, for hours and hours, the pleasure never ending, sending streams of cum deep into his mommy's womb, all over his mommy's slick, hungry cunt, slathering mommy's boobies and tummy and pretty face with his load. But Barkha knew the reality. This boy was a newb, and he wasn't going to last long.
He was thrusting, fast and hard, and a sheen of sweat was beading across his hairless chest. His tight hips were pressing into her bouncing thighs and ass. She watched him watch her, his eyes passing over every inch of her skin, discovering his mommy in a new way.
Barkha hands. Her toes. Her nipples. Her lips. Her wrinkles. Her cellulite. Her clitoris. Everything was a new, tactile experience, now newly exposed to his mother as a sexual being. He moaned, his breath catching, as he pounded faster and faster. It wasn't long now.
"Darling, my sweet baby boy, I love you so much. I'm so proud of you. So proud."
His brows furrowed and his mouth contorted, his hands pushing her legs back so he could get deeper into her. Almost there.
"Mom... Mommy..." he moaned, panting, and she knew it was time.
"You can do it, baby. Cum inside mommy. Give mommy your load, baby. Come on, I believe in you my sweet boy, my son, give mommy your creamy load. That's it... goood boy... oh yes... yes!"
He was tumbling over the edge now, ecstasy overwhelming his little frame, and he blew his load fast and thoroughly into my waiting cunt. She wasn't on birth control, but Barkha figured we'd cross that road when we got there. For now, my baby had just cum inside a girl for the first time, and Barkha was so proud of him she think he'd just won a gold medal.
"Oh, my sweet, sweet boy,"
"Oh, mommy... mommy..." we whispered in unison, our sweaty bodies all tangled up as she pulled him into her, his softening penis slipping out of her as a big glob of his sticky cum plopped out, too, sliding down her asshole. It felt so wrong, and she was delighted. My boy, my sweet, sweet boy...
After that, they turned off the movie and got into the shower together. Barkha washed him and he washed her, and they made out a little more. After they dried off, she walked him to his room and tucked him in with a kiss on his forehead. She kn
ew that wouldn't be the last time. She had so much in store for her sweet boy.
To be continued……
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Update 11
Thursday morning.
Today Jeet was very busy having an important meeting and Ayaan was not speaking to Barkha because of last night sex. They both are not looking at each other. Barkha was wearing a pink Saree with Spaghetti strap blouse today as she was to meet Faiz at an orphanage today and wanted to see what Priyanka did for Faiz. At morning breakfast they all are sitting and having morning breakfast. Ayaan quickly ate his food and ran towards the door as he was not available to look at Barkha's face.
Barkha : “Ayaan..ayan have your Breakfast properly beta”
Ayaan : “No Mom I have eaten my food”
He quickly replied and moved outside.
Jeet : “its ok barkha maybe he is late for class”
Jeet : “ “And today why are you wearing saree?”
Like something special today? Jeet said.
Barkha : “No Jeet today I'm not going office”
Jeet : “What? Going to a kitty party? Lol”
Barkha : “Yes, lol how you know that? Lol”
Jeet : “I'm very intelligent guy”
Barkha : “yes you are Jeet, you are my darling”
“you need some money?” Jeet said to Barkha
Barkha : “no Jeet I'm very independent women lol”
Jeet was in a hurry so he said, if you need something please let me know darling. And he also went to the office.
So today Barkha is going to meet Faiz as she was a bit worried about him. Barkha wants to know more about the situation.
She wears sunglasses and holds her hand bag. And move towards the outside and then stairs. She rarely uses the elevator, she mostly prefer using the stairs. That's why she has good thick hips. Barkha came to her car when she was opening her door. Raju called her from behind.
Raju : “Barkha…Barkha madam”
“What happened Raju, why are you calling me?” She asked to Raju
Raju : “Kuch nhi madam bahut dino se aapse bahut nhi ki hai isliye mein ne aapko bhulya”
Barkha : "Not today Raju I'm busy today”
" We talk at evening"
Raju : “Are barkha ji rukiye jara sa do min baat Kar ni hai aap se”
Barkha : “Okay theek hai jaldi bolo Raju”
Raju takes a few seconds to pause and then he says, “aapne apni dudh wali kheer nhi pilayi”
Barkha : kya? Matlab?
Raju : “Are mera matlab hai ki aapne dudh wali kheer nhi khilaayi?”
Barkha understood what he said but she handled the situation very well.
Barkha : “Acha Raju toh tum meri hath ki kheer khani hai?”
Raju : “dudh wali kheer!” Barkha madam
Barkha : “ha.. baba dudh wali kheer bas, magar abhi nhi, in navratri, Okay Raju”
Raju : “magar Barkha madam abhi toh ek haphta aur hai”
Barkha : “Thoda toh intazaar kar hoga na Raju”
Raju : “Acha theek hai Barkha ji, Intazaar kar lege aap k liye"
Barkha : "good”
“Toh abhi mein chalu phir Raju?"
Raju : "are itne jaldi bhi kya hai Barkha ji, aap k pass toh hamare liye bilkul bhi time hai"
" Thoda toh ruk jaye na Barkha ji” Raju continued.
Barkha knows Raju very well, he is very cunning and a pervert. And she also knows very well how she can handle Raju.
She just unzips her hand bag quietly and she deliberately drops her handbag. And whatever in her bag fell out.
Barkha quickly bent down and started picking up her things and intentionally she also dropped her pallu, showing her deep cleavage to Raju. Seeing this view Raju was completely stunned and his eyes popped out and mouth became completely wet. He is now completely
Hypnotize and start to dream about how he is sucking and biting her boobs. Suddenly he got an erection. He puts his hand on the erection area. Barkha, smiling inside her head, knows what is going on as she likes to tease men and knows men's problems. She saw Raju hiding his erection and said, what happened? Raju, why do you put your hands on your pants?
Raju : “Nothing Barkha ji I'm okay”
Saying this he ran away to the society washroom.
Barkha picked her things and adjusted her pallu and started to laugh at Raju silently by putting her hand in her mouth.
“Aww, poor Raju maybe he is a virgin” lol Barkha Said this to herself and then she opens her car door and drives towards the orphanage to meet Faiz.
Now scene changes to Traffic
Barkha is stuck in traffic for the last half hour. She hates it and starts to curse the government for poor management. “Uff… yeh mumbai ki Traffic, I hate it!"
She is in heavy traffic and her car is moving slowly and it irritates her. And finally green signal but still she can't drive fast because the bike riders coming in mid and cross against her car. Because of these bike riders she has to wait for another green signal to light up. She just needs to cross the lane. When she was thinking about all this, some college boys near her car in an auto rickshaw watching all this and laughing and smiling. At first she tries to ignore this because they are just enjoying themselves and she knows that she is a beautiful woman. But those three boys continuously stared at her and now she can't ignore it. So she looks at those boys' faces. At first they all smiled. So Barkha also gave them a sweet smile. And the traffic signal is still at a red light. The three boys are still staring at her with creepy smiles. When Barkha look again at them, one boy gave her a wink, another one gave her a flying kiss and third one put tongue between two fingers forming the V sign, “signifying cunnilingus”
Barkha became very angry but she knows that these guys find her very attractive and they are curious boys who try their luck with her. She hates them but at same time she gives them a view that they will remember forever. Now the traffic signal is about to get green. She has a few seconds, her heart beat starts to race fast. She quickly removes her pallu and unbutton her blouse and flashes her boobs to those boys. She has engorged breasts so she doesn't squeeze that hard. But those guys' mouths are wide open; they have never seen this in their entire life. They start to lick their lips. Seeing their face Barkha became a little horny. But the traffic signal became green. She quickly buttoned her blouse and put her pallu on her shoulder to drive faster towards the orphanage. All three guys happily waved to her and she saw from her car mirror this makes her very happy. While driving she was thinking about what she was slowly becoming? A slutty wife? A slutty mother?
Or a slutty woman? “What I'm becoming”
Somewhere in the orphanage, Faiz was sitting in an empty room. There are only two beds, one tubelight and a nosy fan and a cooler. He was sitting alone whereas all the other boys were playing outside. He was thinking about Barkha and her Milky breast in his mind, will I meet Barkha again? Will I ever drink her milk again?
When he was thinking all this, suddenly a voice called his name, Faiz…Faiz.
Faiz was shocked at first and then Faiz said, “Are Chintu tu? Tu yahaan kar rahe hain?”
Chintu : “Faiz, mujhe bhi municipality walo ne idhar bhej diya”
Chintu : “Yaar tu bich mein kider gayab ho gy tha?”
Faiz : “laabi kahani hai mere dost”
Chintu : “Aare Faiz aapne ko kider churchgate super fast pakda na hai, time bahut hai aapne pass bol”
Faiz then said everything to him about Barkha and how she breastfeed him. At first Chintu laughed very hard. He can't believe it. Chintu said, “kyon faak rha hai Faiz”
Chintu : “isliye mein bolta hu whitener mat mara kar Faiz”
Faiz : “chup chutiye”
“Bandra station mein hum dono bachpan se hai, dono bachpan se sath mein bhikh mang the hai, Aur phir upar se bola ki Bangladesh se hu?” Saale Bangladesh ki spelling aati hai tujhe? Chintu said to Faiz.
“Kyon faak rha hai Faiz, isliye bolta hu ki whitener maat mara kar” Chintu continued
Faiz : “tujhe mere baato mein vishvaas nhi hai Chintu lekin dekh na Chintu tu ek din jarur karege”
Chintu again started to laugh at Faiz. Faiz became very angry. They have started to argue with each other.
Suddenly Barkha called Faiz and Chintu was shocked. She came near Faiz and sat beside him. Hugged him and patted his head. And gently ask Faiz. “How are you, Faiz beta?”
Faiz replied, “I'm very well aunty but mujhe aapki bahut yaad aarhi thi”
“Aww…don't worry beta aunty aagyi hai tumhare pass," Barkha continued.
Chintu was shocked watching such high class women with such astonishing figures loving a beggar. He doesn't have any words to say, he just watched how she loved him. He was a little jealous.
Faiz deliberately hugged her and smell her breast area while Barkha still patted and hugged him tightly ignoring Chintu completely.
She asks Faiz about Priyanka. “Is she helping you, Faiz?” yes she is helping in every way but I guess she still has not found my parents address.
“Aww don't worry Faiz, Priyanka will help you find your family” Barkha replied.
I guess so is Barkha aunty. So you have eaten something? No aunty, but can I ask you something?
“Yes honey?”
“I want your dudhu,”Faiz said in a low voice.
“Aww Faiz you don't have to ask beta if you are hungry just come to me I will feed you barkha replied.
“Thank you, Barkha aunty”
Barkha then kissed Faiz chicks and surprisingly he saw someone sitting opposite her. She just noticed Chintu. And “who are you?”
Chintu : “Hello aunty I'm Faiz friend”
Faiz : “yes Barkha aunty his my friend he also stay in orphanage with me”
And sadly…
Barkha : Sadly?
Faiz : “He lost his parents at a very young age”
“He never has any friends he is very lonely guy who needs mother love, I mean a friend"
" So we became friends here and we both have similarities. He misses his parents and I also miss my parents”
“Barkha aunty, he never got any mother love. I wish someone would give him some motherly love. Like you give me” Faiz describes the Chintu situation.
Barkha feels very sad about listening to the Chintu story, inside her mind why such young kids have to go through this. Chintu explained to Barkha that this was his fate and whatever happened is in the hands of the gods. Barkha put her hand over his to comfort him when she said this. “I admire your attitude so much Chintu, you have a mature outlook, and Faiz is lucky to have you as a friend”
Thank you, Auntie Barkha, he is my best friend. Barkha looked proudly at Faiz. She started to draw her hand away from Chintu but his fingers held hers and then knot with hers, and she let him hold her hand.
She felt very compassionate about Chintu, and tears filled up her eyes. She then pulled Faiz and Chintu and hugged them together. Faiz hugged her quickly but Chintu seemed to feel shy but hugged her back lightly.
As the talk continued, Barkha felt a wetness in her breasts and the familiar wetness of drops of milk forming from her nipples. She hoped her bra was soaking them up and not making her blouse damp.
Barkha, “Are you guys comfortable?”
Faiz replied, “No, aunty, I am comfortable. Your hug is so soft and warm. It feels nice to keep my face and rest like that,” and hugged her back, placing his head back on her breasts
Barkha : “What about you Chintu?”
Chintu reply in low voice, “yes aunty, I'm comfortable”
Faiz : “Barkha aunty I'm hungry can you please breastfeed me ?”
Eventually, Chintu shyly asked her, “Are you feeding Faiz?”
She hesitated for a second, then replied. She was aware the next sentence was hanging in the air from him, but it was Faiz who spoke up.
Barkha aunty, can you please also feed Chintu? She was shocked to hear this and at once in anger she told no. Then they were shocked to see her reaction too but Faiz started to plead Barkha by saying that he was an orphan and was never fed by a mother. Still she said no rudely. Then they both started to plead with her. Chintu also started to plead with her.
She couldn’t understand what these kids were up to. But they are kids and what harm can they cause? Still Barkha felt it was not right, as she fed Faiz for a reason. But how can she do the same for his friend! She said no to their pleads. Then Faiz told that Chintu had to face many problem alone. He was being ragged and harassed regularly in this hostel. He have very struggling life like me and he just needs some mother love too, auntie. He didn’t had money to have nice dress or books it seems. Faiz again told that Chintu had never got a chance to suck and drink milk from his mom as no one was there to look after him. Then Chintu said ”when you hugged me auntie it felt like taken care by my own mother. I felt like I have a mother. Won’t you be my mom too Barkha aunty?”
This touched her heart she feels sad. She felt sad and compassionate for Chintu for being rude at him. After hearing all this she thought that she could feed Chintu too but again she thought that it was not right to feed anyone like that. So not being harsh she said she can’t.. I am sorry..
In the silence that followed Barkha looked at the pleading eyes of Chintu, and she felt his fingers tighten around hers. Then Faiz and Chintu both start catching her knee and plead to her like hell like they want it. It was very awkward for Barkha. She thought that it wouldn’t do any harm if she fed him once, after all he is just a poor boy like Faiz and his best friend and can trust he won’t tell anyone. Barkha agreed to feed him.
They both got happy and excited. Barkha Looking at Chintu, “Okay you both come near me, sit near me” and Faiz please close the door beta. She removed her pallu and opened her blouse to pull out both breasts out of her bra exposing them to feed. They both then sat on her lap in opposite directions and started to suck her at once. Chintu on the right breast & Faiz on the left. It was a good experience for her but Chintu was a bit hard & biting. His teeth chewed her nipple & it pains her.
While Faiz knows how to do without paining Barkha. As they were sucking Barkha felt a knot in her stomach, excitement? Nervousness? She wasn’t sure. Faiz was sucking her very softly.
she whispered, Can we stop boys? Someone may come. Its ok aunty the maid will come in 3 pm. over an hour away. And I have lock the door Faiz replied
Chintu was biting her while sucking and she was in pain. She stop both of them and gaurd Chintu How to suck a woman breast. Please Chintu don't bite me that hard suck slowly, ouch.chintu….. she said loudly. I will beat you!
Chintu : “sorry aunty, I'm very very sorry”
She felt very bad and then again she guided Chintu suck slowly like ice cream. Don't bite, just suck. He than slowly understand do what Barkha Said. He started sucking slowly but still when his teeth edges tounches Barkha nipples it give a pinching pain. She hate it but She knows Chintu sucking breast for first time and she tolerate all his pains. After half an hour of sucking they both finished her milk in her breast completely.
After sucking her breast they all sit there for a few minutes without speaking anything. Barkha's face is awkward, though she likes it and helps a poor kid. But still Barkha felt awkward. She wasn’t sure why. But Faiz and Chintu are both happy and they are smiling looking at each other. Faiz gave a face signal to Chintu to say something to Barkha as Barkha was still in her thoughts.
Chintu : “You are beautiful Auntie, I have never seen anyone so beautiful”
Thought Barkha knows this she is a attractive woman but she just said them “Nonsense,’ she laughed, there are so many young girls more beautiful than me”
Chintu is trying to impress Barkha so.
“Oh no its true Auntie, you are more beautiful than any of them.”
Barkha felt the atmosphere between them had changed. Before she felt she was in charge of herself, but there was a magnet around Chintu, and funny humour that impressed Barkha.
“Nonsense, I am an old woman” Barkha added
Chintu : “Oh no, you are not old, you are young yet, and so gorgeous”
When suddenly there is a knock from the door. Guys' food is ready, come to the dining area. Faiz replied “yes we coming sir”
So Faiz I'm going and I'm also going to meet Priyanka on the way and I'm already late. So guys have your lunch properly and take care. And Chintu don't worry I will do something for you too.
Chintu : “Thank you auntie"
Saying this she hooks her bra and button her blouse and puts pallu on her shoulder and moves towards the door when Faiz calls her from behind. “Barkha auntie”
What happened Faiz replied to him turning around. “Goodbye kiss?”
She then kisses Faiz in chicks. Not in chicks on my lips Auntie you are like my mom. She always kisses my lips. Can you do the same? “Yes sure kiddo”
She kissed him on his lips and when Chintu also asked, “Auntie can I also get a kiss?”
Yes sure honey, she kissed him on the chick. When he said one on my lips also Like Faiz?
She did the same, “Ok honey, she kissed him too on his lips”
Faiz : “Will you visit again?”
Barkha : “Yes honey, next week I will surely come to visit again, and you guys don't worry Barkha auntie is with you, I will try my best to help you” saying that she moved out. And Faiz slapped Chintu tightly.
Chintu : “What happened? Why u slap me bro”
Faiz : “You were laughing at me. I'm a liar, hah?”
Chintu gave him a funny look and said “Sorry baba you right I'm wrong, bas! Khush?”
“I don't want your sorry today you will give me your part of your gulab jamun at lunch”
“Yes sure I will give my part of gulab jamun at lunch but what next Faiz?”
“How will we meet her? Will she come back again?”
Faiz : “
definitely she will come, she is a nice women”
“Priyanka will never find my home because my home never existed in Bangladesh. Hahah….
“Both started to laugh…you are very smart Faiz!”
To be continued…..
Thursday morning.
Today Jeet was very busy having an important meeting and Ayaan was not speaking to Barkha because of last night sex. They both are not looking at each other. Barkha was wearing a pink Saree with Spaghetti strap blouse today as she was to meet Faiz at an orphanage today and wanted to see what Priyanka did for Faiz. At morning breakfast they all are sitting and having morning breakfast. Ayaan quickly ate his food and ran towards the door as he was not available to look at Barkha's face.
Barkha : “Ayaan..ayan have your Breakfast properly beta”
Ayaan : “No Mom I have eaten my food”
He quickly replied and moved outside.
Jeet : “its ok barkha maybe he is late for class”
Jeet : “ “And today why are you wearing saree?”
Like something special today? Jeet said.
Barkha : “No Jeet today I'm not going office”
Jeet : “What? Going to a kitty party? Lol”
Barkha : “Yes, lol how you know that? Lol”
Jeet : “I'm very intelligent guy”
Barkha : “yes you are Jeet, you are my darling”
“you need some money?” Jeet said to Barkha
Barkha : “no Jeet I'm very independent women lol”
Jeet was in a hurry so he said, if you need something please let me know darling. And he also went to the office.
So today Barkha is going to meet Faiz as she was a bit worried about him. Barkha wants to know more about the situation.
She wears sunglasses and holds her hand bag. And move towards the outside and then stairs. She rarely uses the elevator, she mostly prefer using the stairs. That's why she has good thick hips. Barkha came to her car when she was opening her door. Raju called her from behind.
Raju : “Barkha…Barkha madam”
“What happened Raju, why are you calling me?” She asked to Raju
Raju : “Kuch nhi madam bahut dino se aapse bahut nhi ki hai isliye mein ne aapko bhulya”
Barkha : "Not today Raju I'm busy today”
" We talk at evening"
Raju : “Are barkha ji rukiye jara sa do min baat Kar ni hai aap se”
Barkha : “Okay theek hai jaldi bolo Raju”
Raju takes a few seconds to pause and then he says, “aapne apni dudh wali kheer nhi pilayi”
Barkha : kya? Matlab?
Raju : “Are mera matlab hai ki aapne dudh wali kheer nhi khilaayi?”
Barkha understood what he said but she handled the situation very well.
Barkha : “Acha Raju toh tum meri hath ki kheer khani hai?”
Raju : “dudh wali kheer!” Barkha madam
Barkha : “ha.. baba dudh wali kheer bas, magar abhi nhi, in navratri, Okay Raju”
Raju : “magar Barkha madam abhi toh ek haphta aur hai”
Barkha : “Thoda toh intazaar kar hoga na Raju”
Raju : “Acha theek hai Barkha ji, Intazaar kar lege aap k liye"
Barkha : "good”
“Toh abhi mein chalu phir Raju?"
Raju : "are itne jaldi bhi kya hai Barkha ji, aap k pass toh hamare liye bilkul bhi time hai"
" Thoda toh ruk jaye na Barkha ji” Raju continued.
Barkha knows Raju very well, he is very cunning and a pervert. And she also knows very well how she can handle Raju.
She just unzips her hand bag quietly and she deliberately drops her handbag. And whatever in her bag fell out.
Barkha quickly bent down and started picking up her things and intentionally she also dropped her pallu, showing her deep cleavage to Raju. Seeing this view Raju was completely stunned and his eyes popped out and mouth became completely wet. He is now completely
Hypnotize and start to dream about how he is sucking and biting her boobs. Suddenly he got an erection. He puts his hand on the erection area. Barkha, smiling inside her head, knows what is going on as she likes to tease men and knows men's problems. She saw Raju hiding his erection and said, what happened? Raju, why do you put your hands on your pants?
Raju : “Nothing Barkha ji I'm okay”
Saying this he ran away to the society washroom.
Barkha picked her things and adjusted her pallu and started to laugh at Raju silently by putting her hand in her mouth.
“Aww, poor Raju maybe he is a virgin” lol Barkha Said this to herself and then she opens her car door and drives towards the orphanage to meet Faiz.
Now scene changes to Traffic
Barkha is stuck in traffic for the last half hour. She hates it and starts to curse the government for poor management. “Uff… yeh mumbai ki Traffic, I hate it!"
She is in heavy traffic and her car is moving slowly and it irritates her. And finally green signal but still she can't drive fast because the bike riders coming in mid and cross against her car. Because of these bike riders she has to wait for another green signal to light up. She just needs to cross the lane. When she was thinking about all this, some college boys near her car in an auto rickshaw watching all this and laughing and smiling. At first she tries to ignore this because they are just enjoying themselves and she knows that she is a beautiful woman. But those three boys continuously stared at her and now she can't ignore it. So she looks at those boys' faces. At first they all smiled. So Barkha also gave them a sweet smile. And the traffic signal is still at a red light. The three boys are still staring at her with creepy smiles. When Barkha look again at them, one boy gave her a wink, another one gave her a flying kiss and third one put tongue between two fingers forming the V sign, “signifying cunnilingus”
Barkha became very angry but she knows that these guys find her very attractive and they are curious boys who try their luck with her. She hates them but at same time she gives them a view that they will remember forever. Now the traffic signal is about to get green. She has a few seconds, her heart beat starts to race fast. She quickly removes her pallu and unbutton her blouse and flashes her boobs to those boys. She has engorged breasts so she doesn't squeeze that hard. But those guys' mouths are wide open; they have never seen this in their entire life. They start to lick their lips. Seeing their face Barkha became a little horny. But the traffic signal became green. She quickly buttoned her blouse and put her pallu on her shoulder to drive faster towards the orphanage. All three guys happily waved to her and she saw from her car mirror this makes her very happy. While driving she was thinking about what she was slowly becoming? A slutty wife? A slutty mother?
Or a slutty woman? “What I'm becoming”
Somewhere in the orphanage, Faiz was sitting in an empty room. There are only two beds, one tubelight and a nosy fan and a cooler. He was sitting alone whereas all the other boys were playing outside. He was thinking about Barkha and her Milky breast in his mind, will I meet Barkha again? Will I ever drink her milk again?
When he was thinking all this, suddenly a voice called his name, Faiz…Faiz.
Faiz was shocked at first and then Faiz said, “Are Chintu tu? Tu yahaan kar rahe hain?”
Chintu : “Faiz, mujhe bhi municipality walo ne idhar bhej diya”
Chintu : “Yaar tu bich mein kider gayab ho gy tha?”
Faiz : “laabi kahani hai mere dost”
Chintu : “Aare Faiz aapne ko kider churchgate super fast pakda na hai, time bahut hai aapne pass bol”
Faiz then said everything to him about Barkha and how she breastfeed him. At first Chintu laughed very hard. He can't believe it. Chintu said, “kyon faak rha hai Faiz”
Chintu : “isliye mein bolta hu whitener mat mara kar Faiz”
Faiz : “chup chutiye”
“Bandra station mein hum dono bachpan se hai, dono bachpan se sath mein bhikh mang the hai, Aur phir upar se bola ki Bangladesh se hu?” Saale Bangladesh ki spelling aati hai tujhe? Chintu said to Faiz.
“Kyon faak rha hai Faiz, isliye bolta hu ki whitener maat mara kar” Chintu continued
Faiz : “tujhe mere baato mein vishvaas nhi hai Chintu lekin dekh na Chintu tu ek din jarur karege”
Chintu again started to laugh at Faiz. Faiz became very angry. They have started to argue with each other.
Suddenly Barkha called Faiz and Chintu was shocked. She came near Faiz and sat beside him. Hugged him and patted his head. And gently ask Faiz. “How are you, Faiz beta?”
Faiz replied, “I'm very well aunty but mujhe aapki bahut yaad aarhi thi”
“Aww…don't worry beta aunty aagyi hai tumhare pass," Barkha continued.
Chintu was shocked watching such high class women with such astonishing figures loving a beggar. He doesn't have any words to say, he just watched how she loved him. He was a little jealous.
Faiz deliberately hugged her and smell her breast area while Barkha still patted and hugged him tightly ignoring Chintu completely.
She asks Faiz about Priyanka. “Is she helping you, Faiz?” yes she is helping in every way but I guess she still has not found my parents address.
“Aww don't worry Faiz, Priyanka will help you find your family” Barkha replied.
I guess so is Barkha aunty. So you have eaten something? No aunty, but can I ask you something?
“Yes honey?”
“I want your dudhu,”Faiz said in a low voice.
“Aww Faiz you don't have to ask beta if you are hungry just come to me I will feed you barkha replied.
“Thank you, Barkha aunty”
Barkha then kissed Faiz chicks and surprisingly he saw someone sitting opposite her. She just noticed Chintu. And “who are you?”
Chintu : “Hello aunty I'm Faiz friend”
Faiz : “yes Barkha aunty his my friend he also stay in orphanage with me”
And sadly…
Barkha : Sadly?
Faiz : “He lost his parents at a very young age”
“He never has any friends he is very lonely guy who needs mother love, I mean a friend"
" So we became friends here and we both have similarities. He misses his parents and I also miss my parents”
“Barkha aunty, he never got any mother love. I wish someone would give him some motherly love. Like you give me” Faiz describes the Chintu situation.
Barkha feels very sad about listening to the Chintu story, inside her mind why such young kids have to go through this. Chintu explained to Barkha that this was his fate and whatever happened is in the hands of the gods. Barkha put her hand over his to comfort him when she said this. “I admire your attitude so much Chintu, you have a mature outlook, and Faiz is lucky to have you as a friend”
Thank you, Auntie Barkha, he is my best friend. Barkha looked proudly at Faiz. She started to draw her hand away from Chintu but his fingers held hers and then knot with hers, and she let him hold her hand.
She felt very compassionate about Chintu, and tears filled up her eyes. She then pulled Faiz and Chintu and hugged them together. Faiz hugged her quickly but Chintu seemed to feel shy but hugged her back lightly.
As the talk continued, Barkha felt a wetness in her breasts and the familiar wetness of drops of milk forming from her nipples. She hoped her bra was soaking them up and not making her blouse damp.
Barkha, “Are you guys comfortable?”
Faiz replied, “No, aunty, I am comfortable. Your hug is so soft and warm. It feels nice to keep my face and rest like that,” and hugged her back, placing his head back on her breasts
Barkha : “What about you Chintu?”
Chintu reply in low voice, “yes aunty, I'm comfortable”
Faiz : “Barkha aunty I'm hungry can you please breastfeed me ?”
Eventually, Chintu shyly asked her, “Are you feeding Faiz?”
She hesitated for a second, then replied. She was aware the next sentence was hanging in the air from him, but it was Faiz who spoke up.
Barkha aunty, can you please also feed Chintu? She was shocked to hear this and at once in anger she told no. Then they were shocked to see her reaction too but Faiz started to plead Barkha by saying that he was an orphan and was never fed by a mother. Still she said no rudely. Then they both started to plead with her. Chintu also started to plead with her.
She couldn’t understand what these kids were up to. But they are kids and what harm can they cause? Still Barkha felt it was not right, as she fed Faiz for a reason. But how can she do the same for his friend! She said no to their pleads. Then Faiz told that Chintu had to face many problem alone. He was being ragged and harassed regularly in this hostel. He have very struggling life like me and he just needs some mother love too, auntie. He didn’t had money to have nice dress or books it seems. Faiz again told that Chintu had never got a chance to suck and drink milk from his mom as no one was there to look after him. Then Chintu said ”when you hugged me auntie it felt like taken care by my own mother. I felt like I have a mother. Won’t you be my mom too Barkha aunty?”
This touched her heart she feels sad. She felt sad and compassionate for Chintu for being rude at him. After hearing all this she thought that she could feed Chintu too but again she thought that it was not right to feed anyone like that. So not being harsh she said she can’t.. I am sorry..
In the silence that followed Barkha looked at the pleading eyes of Chintu, and she felt his fingers tighten around hers. Then Faiz and Chintu both start catching her knee and plead to her like hell like they want it. It was very awkward for Barkha. She thought that it wouldn’t do any harm if she fed him once, after all he is just a poor boy like Faiz and his best friend and can trust he won’t tell anyone. Barkha agreed to feed him.
They both got happy and excited. Barkha Looking at Chintu, “Okay you both come near me, sit near me” and Faiz please close the door beta. She removed her pallu and opened her blouse to pull out both breasts out of her bra exposing them to feed. They both then sat on her lap in opposite directions and started to suck her at once. Chintu on the right breast & Faiz on the left. It was a good experience for her but Chintu was a bit hard & biting. His teeth chewed her nipple & it pains her.
While Faiz knows how to do without paining Barkha. As they were sucking Barkha felt a knot in her stomach, excitement? Nervousness? She wasn’t sure. Faiz was sucking her very softly.
she whispered, Can we stop boys? Someone may come. Its ok aunty the maid will come in 3 pm. over an hour away. And I have lock the door Faiz replied
Chintu was biting her while sucking and she was in pain. She stop both of them and gaurd Chintu How to suck a woman breast. Please Chintu don't bite me that hard suck slowly, ouch.chintu….. she said loudly. I will beat you!
Chintu : “sorry aunty, I'm very very sorry”
She felt very bad and then again she guided Chintu suck slowly like ice cream. Don't bite, just suck. He than slowly understand do what Barkha Said. He started sucking slowly but still when his teeth edges tounches Barkha nipples it give a pinching pain. She hate it but She knows Chintu sucking breast for first time and she tolerate all his pains. After half an hour of sucking they both finished her milk in her breast completely.
After sucking her breast they all sit there for a few minutes without speaking anything. Barkha's face is awkward, though she likes it and helps a poor kid. But still Barkha felt awkward. She wasn’t sure why. But Faiz and Chintu are both happy and they are smiling looking at each other. Faiz gave a face signal to Chintu to say something to Barkha as Barkha was still in her thoughts.
Chintu : “You are beautiful Auntie, I have never seen anyone so beautiful”
Thought Barkha knows this she is a attractive woman but she just said them “Nonsense,’ she laughed, there are so many young girls more beautiful than me”
Chintu is trying to impress Barkha so.
“Oh no its true Auntie, you are more beautiful than any of them.”
Barkha felt the atmosphere between them had changed. Before she felt she was in charge of herself, but there was a magnet around Chintu, and funny humour that impressed Barkha.
“Nonsense, I am an old woman” Barkha added
Chintu : “Oh no, you are not old, you are young yet, and so gorgeous”
When suddenly there is a knock from the door. Guys' food is ready, come to the dining area. Faiz replied “yes we coming sir”
So Faiz I'm going and I'm also going to meet Priyanka on the way and I'm already late. So guys have your lunch properly and take care. And Chintu don't worry I will do something for you too.
Chintu : “Thank you auntie"
Saying this she hooks her bra and button her blouse and puts pallu on her shoulder and moves towards the door when Faiz calls her from behind. “Barkha auntie”
What happened Faiz replied to him turning around. “Goodbye kiss?”
She then kisses Faiz in chicks. Not in chicks on my lips Auntie you are like my mom. She always kisses my lips. Can you do the same? “Yes sure kiddo”
She kissed him on his lips and when Chintu also asked, “Auntie can I also get a kiss?”
Yes sure honey, she kissed him on the chick. When he said one on my lips also Like Faiz?
She did the same, “Ok honey, she kissed him too on his lips”
Faiz : “Will you visit again?”
Barkha : “Yes honey, next week I will surely come to visit again, and you guys don't worry Barkha auntie is with you, I will try my best to help you” saying that she moved out. And Faiz slapped Chintu tightly.
Chintu : “What happened? Why u slap me bro”
Faiz : “You were laughing at me. I'm a liar, hah?”
Chintu gave him a funny look and said “Sorry baba you right I'm wrong, bas! Khush?”
“I don't want your sorry today you will give me your part of your gulab jamun at lunch”
“Yes sure I will give my part of gulab jamun at lunch but what next Faiz?”
“How will we meet her? Will she come back again?”
Faiz : “
definitely she will come, she is a nice women”
“Priyanka will never find my home because my home never existed in Bangladesh. Hahah….
“Both started to laugh…you are very smart Faiz!”
To be continued…..
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