Smitha aunty is gone. She is in Doha
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.
Same Again, There's A Few Misprints In This Story As Well, but Again You'll Need To Read It To Find Them.
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