I’m Home

Sneha aunty was my Smitha mommy’s sister. But she was not like Smitha aunty in the case of nursing me. She wasn’t ready to breastfeed me as Smitha mommy has done. She  just gave me the chance to suckle on her once and didn’t allowed me to come even near to her breasts again. Even if she had fed me once, I couldn’t be able to develop the attachment and affection towards her. But I didn’t hate her.

Sneha was living in Smitha mommy’s house as Smitha mommy was in Doha.  When September arrived, Smitha aunty called me and announced that she is coming to me. I felt that I was in heaven after hearing this. Sneha aunty started packing up and planned to vaccate the house before Smitha arrive.

The day for Sneha aunt to leave arrived. I didn’t experienced any sadness as she wasn’t very much attached to me. Also, my mind was all set to receive my very dear Smitha mommy.

I was assigned a duty in the hospital and I was forced to move to the hospital. I felt as though I’ve lost everything. I will not be able to see my Smitha mommy on the day of her arrival. I’ve been waiting for that moment since she had left.But, fate…I won’t see her on the very special day. I cursed myself for missing the opportunity. From my mother, I heard that Smitha mommy and children have arrived. I waited and waited desperately for the day to change to the next day.

In the morning, I was in a mood to run to Aunty’s house. I started from the hospital and on my way I received a call from my mom to change the route to my mother’s house as my family is going there. I told to them that I’m already in the bus to my place and also I’m so tired from lack of sleep at night. After a series of debate ,my mom allowed me to stay with my Smitha mommy and told that they’ll be back only by tomorrow. I was very glad and disconnected the phone.

When I reached my dream home, I noticed that the children were not there and I sneaked through the front door. I searched for Smitha aunty and saw her in the kitchen. She became little fatter than the last time she was here. Now she has become more beautiful than the past. She was doing something in the kitchen and didn’t know my presence. I slowly walked and reached behind her. I grabbed her from behind around her waist with my two hands. She suddenly shivered and soon understood that it was me.

She turned in my hands to face me. I, with my hands still around her waist, leaned forward and placed my head on her chest. She with smile placed her one hand on my back and other on my head. She slowly caressed my hair. She seemed to be very happy in the reunion with her ‘big baby’ and I felt the same comfort and attachment I always had with her. “Where were you yesterday? I thought you’ll be there in the airport to receive me. But you went somewhere else. So you’ve forgotten….”. She couldn’t complete that as one of my hands has stopped her mouth. She looked at my face and noticed that both my eyes were filled with tears. I let go of her and I walked away from her, to the drawing room without saying a word or lending a look at her.

Smitha aunty knew that the words she released had made my heart fell. She felt very sorry for me and she came looking for me. She found me on the sofa with drooping head and wet face. She sat near me and took my face in her arms and wiped the tears. “I’m sorry my dear son, I knew that you will not forget me. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry for what all I’ve said”. I looked at her. Her face remained sad and her eyes were glinting as it was also wet now. “Will you ever speak to me like that?” I asked. “Never again”. She replied with love.

She wore a red nighty with small designs in it. It was a bit tight so that it gave the exact shape and size of her lovely breasts. She noticed I was staring at her chest hungrily. A gorgeous smile came on her face and she planted a kiss on my forehead.

“Where are the children?” I asked. “They are at their father’s house.” “Will you go back this time?” Aunty smiled and said “Yes, of course. I like that place. “She said this with a naughty expression and upon hearing this, my heart fell and I became gloomy again. She laughed again, forced me to her lap, pinched my cheeks and said” Son, this time I’m not going to leave you.”.”What... Are you not going back…??” I asked slightly rising from her lap. “I’m not going anywhere from you.” “Children passed the navodaya test and they will be joining the navodaya this month. So we’ll be here.” “And what about  uncle? Will he go back?” . “He is still there in Doha. He’ll come only by next year.” “ So, aunty…, you’ll be alone here, no?” I asked politely. Aunty replied.“ It’s all arranged, my son. I’ll have you from today onwards. Your mom and dad agreed to send you here so that you can go to your college from here much more easily. You can have some tuition with me on physics and I will have a company. So that’s all arranged with me and your family, about you.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. God has blessed me to have my Smitha mommy for the rest of my life, as a compensation for taking her away from me last year. I remembered that I offered an extra hug and kiss to her for making the arrangements for allowing to suck Sneha aunty. I gotup and embraced her wholeheartedly. I planted a kiss on her both cheeks and thanked her. Then I kissed her again and said” This kiss is for letting me suckle Sneha aunty.” I explained everything about that night. Smitha aunty listened to each word I uttered. “Do you miss her now?”. I replied quickly.” Not much…In my life I’ve missed only one….you. Sneha aunty wasn’t much emotionally attached to me. She let me suck her only once and rejected all my petitions for another chance. So actually I wasn’t much attached to her like I’m to you…” Upon saying this, I lened to her chest and my face came into contact with her chest. She leaned back into the sofa and held me on her chest. I enjoying the smooth touch of her, asked.” Mommy, do you have milk now?” “I’m not lactating now my dear, I was in pain during the first weeks in Doha and I had to pump milk out of the breasts to ease it. Later on, as you were not there for latching, it dried out slowly. Now, we’ll have to start it from the beginning.” Saying this, she unzipped her nighty and I saw the beautiful breasts covered in a white bra. Her breasts also became little plump and became more gorgeous. She unhooked her bra from behind with her left hand and removed her bra from her right breast. The pink nipple was calling me and I opened my mouth….”ah…hmm….Aby …Do you forgot our method?” She asked lovingly. “Oh… sorry mom..”. I closed my mouth.

She touched my lip with her tit and like a new born infant, I responded to that slightest touch and she pushed her breast into my mouth. I started sucking it hard and she with a smile, looked at my suckling. Even if I didn’t got any milk, I knew that at last, I’m Home!!!.........:)

Sneha

Smitha aunty is gone. She is in Doha now. So I have to find another mom. My third mom. I wasn’t successful in acquiring a new feeding mom for me for months. I was dreaming of Smitha mommy and her lovely breast and the life giving drink she offered.

One day I received a call from Smitha mommy. She spoke with utmost love and affection. She was also sad for leaving me behind. From her, I came to know that her younger sister Sneha and her family is coming to her home for some months.

I was wondering how Sneha aunty will look like. After few days, the new family moved in and I was happy to know that Sneha aunty was beautiful and almost a replica of her sister. She was about 30 or 31 with a 1 year old baby,Sam. From my keen observations, I came to know that she had  medium sized and firm breasts which were lactating. Whenever she came to my house, I stayed in an appropriate position to have a good look at her, especially at her breasts. She was in good company with my mother and me. Her kid had a nice action showing her breasts by pulling the neck of her nightie while staying on her shoulder. I was thankful to the kid for this act for he gave me a good feast for my eyes.

I was peering at her chest whenever she bowed or her nightie neck got displaced. She was unaware of my stare at her chest while she was sweeping or washing clothes like that. One day when I was asked to take the key of my house from her house, I accidently entered her room while she was breastfeeding. After seeing this, I felt ashamed and sad . She soon took the child off and covered herself and handed over the key. I went back and my mind wentback to the beautiful days with my smitha mommy.

After a few days, I was aksed to stay with her as she was alone in the house and her husband moved to some place for urgent work. Sneha aunty talked to me affectionately and I felt the sudden rising of that same desire in my mind.

“Why are you so gloomy, Aby??”. “Nothing aunty”. I lied. “ Do you miss Smitha?”. I looked up horrorstruck. I saw sneha aunty beaming at me. She continued ”Smitha told me everything about you, Aby. So do you miss her,… your Smitha Mommy??”. I felt like being plunged into deep sea. I know I couldn’t hide the truth as she already know much. “Yes”. I answered.

You are not planning soak my dress tonight, Do you?”. “What?... oh..no…no.” I smiled. ”She told you everything isn’t it.”. ”Yes. She tells me everything. She said you are very sad after her departure. Don’t be so down she’ll be back after few months”. That message electrified me. I jumped from my seat and,” Really?”. She upon seeing my change of attitude sniggered and said,” yes”.

That day I slept happily. And next evening I reached her home and saw her feeding the kid. She smiled at me and I smiled back. I went to the sofa and after some time she joined me. From my face, she understood that something was troubling me.” What’s up, Aby?”. I didn’t answer for some time. She touched my shoulder and asked again. I, with my heart beating fast came to know that the desire to suck her was building up immensely and I was not able to control it. She was still there. I looked up. As she read the tension on my face, her smile went away and acquired a curious look.

“Aunty, can I ask you something?”. ”Go on “. “Can I have some of your milk?”. Anty‘s face litup with a smile. She, after few seconds, answered.”I don’t think so. Breastmilk is for kids.”

My heart fell and I couldn’t explain my feeling. I said.” I was your sister’s kid. So is your’s”. She with a curious expression, replied: ”I am no Smitha”.

But sneha aunty was disturbed in mind. Her actions and expressions made it clear. She was not sure about the answer she just gave to me. After some hours of ‘forced silence’(as I was not in a mood to speak to her), I saw her closing her bedroom door. I thought she dreaded of an ‘attack’ at midnight. But she opened the door and not giving me much attention moved to the kitchen. She then came back and handed over a glass filled with milk which was not so cold and not so hot. I saw wet spots in her nightie. “ You asked for my milk. Have it”. My condition was so miserable. I wanted to suckle on her but she handed me a glass of her milk. Now I understood the meaning of ‘I am no Smitha’, clearly.

What to do now? I drank the milk and handed the glass back to her. She looked blushed and her face was covered with a complex expression. She went back and I curled in the sofa. At midnight, I heard footsteps and a shadowy figure moving. Dreaded of some thiefs, I switched on the lights. To my utmost surprise, stood there was Sneha, my ‘cruel’ aunt.

“what happened?” I asked. “I couldn’t sleep. I was sure that I offended you. Sorry. I was afraid of presenting my breasts to a grown up boy.” “So why do you came back?”. I asked,my tone deepening. “Smitha called me and I told her about your request. She persuaded me to go on with it and told that you are a lovable ‘kid’. So I came back to you .

I couldn’t believe my ears. I thanked smitha mommy and decided to give her an extra hug and kiss for this. Sneha aunty sat on my bed and she gestered me onto her lap. I lied on her lap. Sneha was nervous. Her chest rose and fell suddenly. I remembered that smitha aunty was more bold and courageous. She didn’t showed any nervousness. Sneha aunty was doubtful about what to do next. So I turned to her body and raised my head to her chest. She gasped and caught hold of my head. When her hand reached the zip of the nightie, I stopped her. “Wait. Let me stay on your chest for a while so that you can calm down”. For some minutes, we stayed in that position. Slowly her breathing normalled and she got adjusted with the situation. “Don’t panic. I’m just a kid , just like your little Sam.” I told her. She caressed my hair and said “you are my little baby aby”. I sat on her lap and pulled the neck of the nightie so that I can see her breasts. She looked this act with a smile and then forced me on her lap and slowly pulled down the zip and moved  one piece away. She unhooked the bra and thrusted her pink coloured, erect and wet tit into my mouth. I started sucking and she lactated much and within no time, she pumped my mouth with her love.

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.