Erotica Barkha Breastfeeding Journey- Part 1
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Wednesday, Morning 10 am,
Barkha and Jeet on the breakfast table eating their breakfast. Barkha calls Ayaan, telling him to come for breakfast. He said coming mom, he can down have his sandwich and ran towards the door without making any eye contacts.
Barkha : “Ayaan….Aya… stop. Eat some food at least?”
Ayaan : “No thanks mom, I'm a bit late today”
Saying that he ran away immediately, when he was in his college, he was just thinking about his mother and her facial expression the whole day. He can't even concentrate on his studies. Today Alex was also absent. He couldn't not even understand what his teacher was teaching.
His mind was in yesterday's scene. Ayaan was a virgin boy and also very introverted. In front of girls Ayaan acts like a nice guy who is very helpful in nature. But generally girls don't like nice guys. So he is actually never able to get close to any girl his age. But many guys in his class have talked about older women and milfs. And specially about his mom, they say Ayaan has the most beautiful mother in our friend circle. At first he used to think they were appreciating her mom's beauty but now he understands what they mean. They all think my mom is a milf. Especially this motherfucker Alex, who spread this humour.
“I'm such dumb guy, I never understand how beautiful my mom is”, Ayaan said this himself
When Ayaan was mumbling inside his head, His literature teacher Manoj Pandey saw him. He threw a chalk, and Ayaan immediately came to reality.
Manoj sir : “Ayaan standard up!”
Manoj sir : Chalo Ayaan Shakespeare ki kabita bolo? (Tell Shakespeare poem)
Ayaan was blank inside his mind and confused about what to say about this.
Manoj sir angrily stared at Ayaan and the whole class was observing Ayaan. He was confused about what to say. Then Manoj sir came near Ayaan and started lecturing him about his future. He lectured him for 20 minutes, and everyone was very happy because Manoj sir was wasting time lecturing Ayaan and they all enjoyed this moment.
Ayaan was embarrassed in front of the entire class. He was feeling ashamed. Everyone was giggling at Ayaans secretly.
College bell rang. Manoj sir then gave Ayaan a punishment, to write an essay of at least 5000 words. He agreed and Finally it was break time.
At night, 11 pm
It started at night time, when Ayaan and Barkha were watching a movie together on the couch. Barkha was watching a movie when Ayaan came in the room with a bowl of popcorn just like always, and halfway through the movie they were snuggled up together, the bowl now empty. Ayaan and Barkha had always been close, and physical touch was very normal for both. They always kissed on the lips to greet each other, and admittedly there were a few nights more recently since he turned 18 when one or both, got tipsy that the goodnight kiss seems to linger just a second longer than normal.
They were sitting on the couch, she was sitting, her son was leaning against her shoulder, and it seemed like Ayaan was starting to fall asleep.
Barkha : "Honey, are you comfortable like that?"
Ayaan : "Oh, hah, yeah sorry Mom I guess I'm starting to fall asleep”
Barkha : "Do you not like the movie?”
Ayaan : "I do, it's just been a long day and I'm tired from homework”
Barkha : "I understand, baby. Do you want to get more comfortable?”
Barkha lifted up her arm and re-positioned herself so Ayaan could lean on her chest, and he did, and they moved the blanket over both to snuggle.
"There you go, baby. Now if you fall asleep you won't hurt your neck”
He nestled into her chest and after a few minutes, she felt his breathing slow, and knew he'd dozed off. Barkha looked down at him, admiring herson's sweet, sleeping face. He looked so soft like this, despite the features of his face clearly shifting into that of a young man's over the last few years. She brushed his hair out of his face out of habit, and at the motion he turned towards me, away from the movie, rolling over on the couch and burying his face in the soft cotton covering my bosom. Barkha held him there, and all her maternal instincts softened even more deeply. She remembered years ago holding him exactly like this, his mouth suckling at her breast. She smiled to herself, remembering, and then was surprised when she felt something different wash through her. She didn't forget until just then how often she got aroused during breastfeeding, and that he had frequently sucked so hard many times early on in his life. Back then she felt ashamed, worried even that she was weird for enjoying it. Barkha was surprised she didn't forget about it until just now, but she must have simply put it out of her mind.
Now, with him lying there and remembering the way his soft, little mouth had brought her to orgasms all those years ago, she looked at his mouth and caught herself wondering what it would feel like to have it on her breast again. She knew it was wrong, but she was aroused to the point that she didn't care. She bet if she just lifted her shirt and pulled her tit out, he would latch on like muscle memory, still asleep. Her Tshirt was already halfway up her belly from when he rolled over, and she wasn't wearing a bra. Careful not to wake him, she pulled up her top and revealed her left breast only, dropping it slowly and carefully onto his face.
The warmth of his skin and breath against her sent chills all the way down her body and between her legs. This was it. She was going to feel her son's lips on her breast again.
Barkha went to reposition her breast when, without her doing anything, sure enough her son moved in his sleep and latched on. She wasn't prepared for how hard he sucked right away and she caught her breath, letting out a small yelp. It felt good... really good. He was sucking and slurping at her breast, eagerly trying to drink her milk, and she loved it. She let him drink her breast milk, Ayaan unknowingly sucked her breast and drank her milk, though watching and feeling a strange combination of motherly love and deep arousal. The arousal was only intensified by the shame and thrill she felt knowing how taboo it was that her son was sucking on his mommy's titty again after all these years.
Be continued……
Wednesday, Morning 10 am,
Barkha and Jeet on the breakfast table eating their breakfast. Barkha calls Ayaan, telling him to come for breakfast. He said coming mom, he can down have his sandwich and ran towards the door without making any eye contacts.
Barkha : “Ayaan….Aya… stop. Eat some food at least?”
Ayaan : “No thanks mom, I'm a bit late today”
Saying that he ran away immediately, when he was in his college, he was just thinking about his mother and her facial expression the whole day. He can't even concentrate on his studies. Today Alex was also absent. He couldn't not even understand what his teacher was teaching.
His mind was in yesterday's scene. Ayaan was a virgin boy and also very introverted. In front of girls Ayaan acts like a nice guy who is very helpful in nature. But generally girls don't like nice guys. So he is actually never able to get close to any girl his age. But many guys in his class have talked about older women and milfs. And specially about his mom, they say Ayaan has the most beautiful mother in our friend circle. At first he used to think they were appreciating her mom's beauty but now he understands what they mean. They all think my mom is a milf. Especially this motherfucker Alex, who spread this humour.
“I'm such dumb guy, I never understand how beautiful my mom is”, Ayaan said this himself
When Ayaan was mumbling inside his head, His literature teacher Manoj Pandey saw him. He threw a chalk, and Ayaan immediately came to reality.
Manoj sir : “Ayaan standard up!”
Manoj sir : Chalo Ayaan Shakespeare ki kabita bolo? (Tell Shakespeare poem)
Ayaan was blank inside his mind and confused about what to say about this.
Manoj sir angrily stared at Ayaan and the whole class was observing Ayaan. He was confused about what to say. Then Manoj sir came near Ayaan and started lecturing him about his future. He lectured him for 20 minutes, and everyone was very happy because Manoj sir was wasting time lecturing Ayaan and they all enjoyed this moment.
Ayaan was embarrassed in front of the entire class. He was feeling ashamed. Everyone was giggling at Ayaans secretly.
College bell rang. Manoj sir then gave Ayaan a punishment, to write an essay of at least 5000 words. He agreed and Finally it was break time.
At night, 11 pm
It started at night time, when Ayaan and Barkha were watching a movie together on the couch. Barkha was watching a movie when Ayaan came in the room with a bowl of popcorn just like always, and halfway through the movie they were snuggled up together, the bowl now empty. Ayaan and Barkha had always been close, and physical touch was very normal for both. They always kissed on the lips to greet each other, and admittedly there were a few nights more recently since he turned 18 when one or both, got tipsy that the goodnight kiss seems to linger just a second longer than normal.
They were sitting on the couch, she was sitting, her son was leaning against her shoulder, and it seemed like Ayaan was starting to fall asleep.
Barkha : "Honey, are you comfortable like that?"
Ayaan : "Oh, hah, yeah sorry Mom I guess I'm starting to fall asleep”
Barkha : "Do you not like the movie?”
Ayaan : "I do, it's just been a long day and I'm tired from homework”
Barkha : "I understand, baby. Do you want to get more comfortable?”
Barkha lifted up her arm and re-positioned herself so Ayaan could lean on her chest, and he did, and they moved the blanket over both to snuggle.
"There you go, baby. Now if you fall asleep you won't hurt your neck”
He nestled into her chest and after a few minutes, she felt his breathing slow, and knew he'd dozed off. Barkha looked down at him, admiring herson's sweet, sleeping face. He looked so soft like this, despite the features of his face clearly shifting into that of a young man's over the last few years. She brushed his hair out of his face out of habit, and at the motion he turned towards me, away from the movie, rolling over on the couch and burying his face in the soft cotton covering my bosom. Barkha held him there, and all her maternal instincts softened even more deeply. She remembered years ago holding him exactly like this, his mouth suckling at her breast. She smiled to herself, remembering, and then was surprised when she felt something different wash through her. She didn't forget until just then how often she got aroused during breastfeeding, and that he had frequently sucked so hard many times early on in his life. Back then she felt ashamed, worried even that she was weird for enjoying it. Barkha was surprised she didn't forget about it until just now, but she must have simply put it out of her mind.
Now, with him lying there and remembering the way his soft, little mouth had brought her to orgasms all those years ago, she looked at his mouth and caught herself wondering what it would feel like to have it on her breast again. She knew it was wrong, but she was aroused to the point that she didn't care. She bet if she just lifted her shirt and pulled her tit out, he would latch on like muscle memory, still asleep. Her Tshirt was already halfway up her belly from when he rolled over, and she wasn't wearing a bra. Careful not to wake him, she pulled up her top and revealed her left breast only, dropping it slowly and carefully onto his face.
The warmth of his skin and breath against her sent chills all the way down her body and between her legs. This was it. She was going to feel her son's lips on her breast again.
Barkha went to reposition her breast when, without her doing anything, sure enough her son moved in his sleep and latched on. She wasn't prepared for how hard he sucked right away and she caught her breath, letting out a small yelp. It felt good... really good. He was sucking and slurping at her breast, eagerly trying to drink her milk, and she loved it. She let him drink her breast milk, Ayaan unknowingly sucked her breast and drank her milk, though watching and feeling a strange combination of motherly love and deep arousal. The arousal was only intensified by the shame and thrill she felt knowing how taboo it was that her son was sucking on his mommy's titty again after all these years.
Be continued……
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