AUNTY MY MOMMY

I’ve an aunty, Smitha. She is 36 and I am 22 now. She is a very cute woman with fair complexion and curly hair. Her breasts, though they are small, they are majestic.

This incident happened last year. Aunty’s Husband works in Doha and her children are studying in school. Her children went to their father’s house for the summer vacation and they planned to stay therer for a while. Since there were work to do, aunty returned home. She was alone in her home and she requested my mom to sent me to her at night. My mom agreed and she compelled me to go to aunty’s house. Pretending to be very unhappy(Actually I was Dancing in my mind), I moved to her house.

Aunty usually wear nighties at home. When I reached her home, she came out to welcome me and I noticed that she wear a tight nightie. Her beautiful breasts were clearly outlined in that dress. I was utilizing each n every opportunity to look at her breasts. I really loved to see them.

We had our dinner together,chatted for a while, watched TV and later aunty arranged the bed for me in the corner of her own room. Her bed lied on the far opposite corner. The lights were switched off and we both went to sleep on our beds.

Oh my Goodness, I cant believe this. I can see my dear aunty all night. Her beautiful nectar jars can be seen even from this distance. How can I sleep? I remained awake watching her sleep. I couldn’t resist myself. I wanted to suckle on her breasts right then.

I tried desperately to control my desire but simply failed. I rose from my bed. Heart beating fast, I moved closer to her bed. I could even hear the beating of my heart clearly. I watched her sleeping with a lovely whispering sound rising and falling in a rhythm.

I kneeled down and my face was just an inch away from her.

I waited for some time. Each minute was felt as an hour. Then after some time, she turned sideways to face me and I could easily cup her breast in my mouth. As I was tensed, I planned not to open the neck of the gown and the bra  which may make her awake. With the dress on, I slowly moved my face to her chest and caught hold of one of the nectar jars in my mouth and started sucking. I was aware not to make much disturbance which will lead to ‘caught in the act’. So I carefully sucked on her breast, which was clothed. I continued this for nearly an hour till she turned to the other side. Evenif I didn’t got the exact luxury of breastfeeding, that act was like a balm for my sore mind. I got up and walked back to my bed dreaming.

When smitha aunty gotup in the morning, she noticed a wetness in the nightie over her breast. She wondered how. She didn’t remember it in the morning. I gotup late in the morning. She came to me smiling, gave me a cup of tea and sat near me to read the newspaper. I’d managed to get a glimpse of the breast I’ve tried last night and noticed a slight wetness on the nightie. I moved out of the house and is gone for my activities.

As the sparkling sun gone, light went out of the earth. But, it came sparkling into my mind. I moved to Smitha aunty’s house and everything went ok. Like yesterday, this night, I gotup and repeated the same procedure,except that this time, I aimed for the other breast. In the morning smitha aunty gotup and she with surprise and to some extend, doubt, noticed the dampness in her cloth. Then everything ran as usual.

That night, I again moved to her bed, seeing her sleeping dumped my face onto her chest and started soaking her nightgown. All went well for few minutes, Suddenly a hand came up and pinched my ear. Oh! No! I’m Dead!! I remained rooted to the spot. I let go of her cloth and looked straight into her wide open eyes. What’s in them? I couldn’t predict. Was it anger? Hate? Love???-Probably not. I gave the last option zero marks.

The lights were on. She stood there, with the unpredictable emotion, and I, as like a sheep in the front of a butcher, stood there with the drooping head,unable to look up. I Knew My life is done. Everything is going to be a mess. My mom upon hearing this will crucify me for sure.

Then came the words of Smitha,my aunt. “ Son, why did you do this awkward thing? Why did you ? The first day, when I saw the dampness on my dress, I didn’t know. But, yesterday, I was doubtful and I noticed that you were sneaking at my chest every now and then. So, I decided to catch the culprit and I mocked the sleep.” I didn’t knew want to tell her. She asked again”So tell me, why did you do that?”

I without conscious told” from the day one I saw you, I loved to be your son. And I knew simply calling ‘son’ wont make me your son. The Mother-Son relationship will be established only through intense attachment. Every child is attached to its mother through the sweetness of the milk. The mother and son is bounded through this thread.”

I saw Smitha aunty opening her mouth in surprise. For an instant, I identified Love in her eyes. I knew I secured my port. She pointed me to my bed and I walked to my bed very much relaxed as I was able to open my desire to her. I saw my aunty going back to bed. But I was damn sure that she wasn’t asleep. She twisted and turned in her bed. And at some time, I fell into a deep sleep.

In the morning, (I woke up very much earl than my usual time), I saw smitha aunty sitting alongside the dining table. I moved in and sat opposite to her. “Have you decided my punishment?”. “Yes”. She said and I heard the tenderness of her voice. She looked at me and granted me a very beautiful and charming smile. I didn’t got the meaning of that smile instantly. But later I got it. She said.” I’ve decided your punishment. I’m going to…. going to…make you my son. I gasped. “Really?” I asked. “Really”.She replied with a smile.

I was in heaven. My long lasting desire of being fondled by her,being fed by her is going to happen. I was in a dreamy mood when she gently slapped me on my face. “Are you happy my dear naughty little thief??”. I couldn’t answer her. She continued.”I’ve certain conditions. I will  let you suckle my breasts only during night  ok?”. That was acceptable for me. “Also, you want to one more thing. I need to lactate inorder to give you necessary milk. So, for few days,you wont get much. It’ll increase as days pass”. Aunty then moved to the sofa and signaled me to lie down on her lap. I obediently executed the instruction. She hold my face in her hand and pinched gently on my cheeks. She then moved her hand to unhook the nightie neck. While she was unhooking the nightie, I asked” Aunty….Oh sorry…Mommy….you said you will give me milk during night only.But…this is morning..no?”.”Yes son. Its morning. Do you have any objection in sucking my breast right now?” . “Not in the slightest”.i relied. “ok then,I told you I’ve to lactate properly. So you have to latch on me.”.She then opened the nightie and I saw the watermelons eagerly waiting inside a black bra  to be touched by my lips.Her hands went backwards and within on time unhooked the bra. She then took off the bra from her right breast and instantaneously I opened my mouth. She told me to close my mouth and keeping four fingers down and thumb above the breast she started touching the *** on my lower lip. Her other hand was holding me tight to her body. When her tit touched my lip my mouth automatically opened and she suddenly pulled me to her and my mouth engulfed a large portion of her breast. I started sucking and aunty closed her eyes . I sucked hard and faster but didn’t yield what is required. So I desperately tried adnd my lips even touched the aunty’s fingers she was keeping in ‘V’ manner to hold the breast in my mouth. I sucked her for nearly an hour and accidently gave one or two bites on her breast. She moaned and begged not to bite her again. Meanwhile one of my arms went to her back and made a firm grip around her waist inorder to avoid slidind down,while the other hand reached the cleavage. I could see the other breast hidden in the black cloth. My hand slowly moved from her cleavage into the nightie towards the hidden breast. I touched it and doubting it’ll offend her, I opened my eyes and looked at her face . I saw her smiling at me and cradling my hair. Initially I got eroused by the touch of her breasts and body but controlled and finally got rid of that problem as I made my mind belived that she is my mom.

Few days gone without much success. But I got very much attached to Smitha aunty(Mommy) and she became very much lovable caring and attached towards me.

Later, she began lactating and produced very much milk and I was well nursed and loved. She let me suck her breast all night andmany times I slept over her breast .She usually getsup at 4 am and breastfeeds me without awaking me.One day when my real parents were away, she nursed me almost the entire day. After her children were back she nursed me in the morning when the children went to school and in the afternoon when they were gone for tuition. Somedays she even dared to feed me iin the night after seeing off her children to bed as her breasts were too full and paining. 

All my happiness  when her husband arrived and announced that he is taking the family to Doha. I wept silently as I couldn’t tolerate being separated from Smitha aunty. She was also sad and when her husband and children went away for completing the formalities, she breastfeeded me for one last time. That was a sad nursing but was more emotional and loving and tasty. After a few days Smitha aunty left me behind and went away. Till then, I am eagerly waiting, praying for her,my mommy’s return to me.