12-12-2019, 12:02 PM
Ch. 02: Brother, The Milkman
I must only thank my brother’s habit of writing diaries, if not I would have not come across such a wonderful experience of him with my mother. I turned the pages of his diary…
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Feb 20: There was nothing special for a week after that day with mom. Though she asked me to be naked throughout the day she didn’t insist me to do so. Every time when she sees me she would just smile that wicked smile at me indicating that she didn’t forget that incident.
To be frank we didn’t even see ourselves naked after that. But today it was a surprise for me.
I was just returning home around 11 O’clock in the morning after a visit to my friend’s house.
The front door was open and at first I didn’t hear my mom in. I came in, closed that door and moved towards my bedroom. And I passed my mom’s room I could see the fan running and just as I entered cursing my mom for not switching off the fan, the sight I saw there made me awestruck.
For there, on my mom’s bed I saw another woman with my mom. She was Santhi, my mom’s best friend and her co-worker. Moreover she was of some distant relation to mom. She was around 25, married and just now given birth to a girl two months ago.
There is nothing wrong till now, what I said about them, but what I saw there only shook me. Santhi (Aunty as I would call her) was there in her pink colored exotic plain saree sitting cross-legged on the bed. Her baby was sleeping on a mat that was spread on the floor.
Her saree covering her breasts was pushed down an the upper part of her body was not covered in saree but only her blouse containing her milk-filled breasts and even a few buttons of her bodice open and her bra loosened, I could see her right breast, wheat colored with her nipples straight and pushing forward. ‘May be she would have just finished breastfeeding her baby’ you might tell.
But there was my mom in her nightdress, lying on Santhi auntie’s lap just like how her baby would be there, and mom was sucking Santhi auntie’s breasts and drinking her milk!
God Damn! I couldn’t believe my mom doing that sucking Santhi auntie’s breasts…is she a lesbian too? I began hating my mom, for I didn’t like my mom stripping a boy of his clothes or being naked with any of her friends…
I opened the door and “Oops!” was the only thing I could mutter staring at that sight, then a little bit relaxed, I asked, “What’s going on Mom?”
By this time my mom had got up and I could see Santhi auntie’s face turn pale on seeing me.
“Nothing…” Mom said.
“Is this nothing?” I’ve caught her red handed sucking her friend’s breasts and drinking her milk.
There was no answer.
“Are you both lesbians?” I asked mom, looking straight into Santhi auntie’s eyes.
“Arjun!!! Oh god no!!!” she was saying to herself.
And now, Santhi auntie’s eyes were filled with tears. By now she had buttoned her bodice and smoothed her dress.
“Sorry…auntie, I didn’t expect you to be with mom like this.” I said to her.
“Arjun…you can’t talk to her like this…” this was mom.
“Then how should talk after seeing you sucking her…” I didn’t finish the line and wanted this thought to sink into them.
My penis was already making a tent in my pants and mom’s eyes fell on them. She understood what I was up to.
So she smiled at me looking into my pants and asked, “So what do you want us to do now?”
“Don’t you know?” I asked again. She knew what I needed.
“Hey, Priya…what does he say?” Santhi auntie asked to mom still with her eyes red.
Mom went near auntie and murmured something into her ears.
“Is that so?” Santhi auntie asked me.
“Yes…”
Her smile had the answer.
“Now that’s between us. Mom…could you please move…” I asked mom and she gave a scornful look and then paved way for me in the bed.
Santhi auntie now pushed her sari covering her breasts aside and unhooked her bodice as if she was going to breast feed her baby.
“Are you going to give your milk to your baby or me…come on aunty… remove every bit of dress that is on your body. I want to see you naked” I said to her.
Brother was that much calm guy. I didn’t expect him to be that much bold, asking a woman much above his age to remove all her dress in front of him. I was really shocked after reading that…
“No…” she murmured. I was sure that she was embarrassed at what I asked her to do.
“Mom….” I looked at mom.
“Come on Santhi…do as he says…” mom said to her.
“But Priya…” Santhi auntie protested.
“Come on pa…just relax and remove your dress.” Mom coaxed her to remove her dress. It seemed as though mom too was willing to see her naked.
Seeing there was no way out, Santhi auntie stepped out of the bed and started undressing turning her back to both of us.
“Auntie…if you want you can use the bathroom…” I said.
“No…she would do it here…” mom interrupted and said to her, “Turn this side Santhi…”
Santhi auntie turned to face us her face blushing, so she didn’t look at us. As she pulled off her sari and her petticoat… that was knotted at her hips, her bodice that was already unbuttoned showed away her well-maintained breasts, soft, plump and large and her nipples protruding her soft white cotton bra.
She ripped off her bodice and was struggling to unhook her bra at the back. In tension, she couldn’t unhook her bra.
“Mom…why don’t you help her?” I whispered to mom, and mom stepped near her and removed the hooks of her bra. And her breasts sprang out falling to the front.
As Santhi auntie was about to pull her panties she hesitated.
“It’s alright you need not remove that…come here…” I said to her.
She came nearby and I made her lie on back and started to massage her large breasts with my palm. She closed her eyes and started to moan. As I licked her breasts and sucked her nipples, they turned red and as I squeezed her breasts, a small drop of milk appeared at her nipples.
Santhi auntie was there still with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes and said, “Arjun… why don’t just remove your dress… it makes me feel more and more shy being naked in front of a person fully dressed.”
I must only thank my brother’s habit of writing diaries, if not I would have not come across such a wonderful experience of him with my mother. I turned the pages of his diary…
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Feb 20: There was nothing special for a week after that day with mom. Though she asked me to be naked throughout the day she didn’t insist me to do so. Every time when she sees me she would just smile that wicked smile at me indicating that she didn’t forget that incident.
To be frank we didn’t even see ourselves naked after that. But today it was a surprise for me.
I was just returning home around 11 O’clock in the morning after a visit to my friend’s house.
The front door was open and at first I didn’t hear my mom in. I came in, closed that door and moved towards my bedroom. And I passed my mom’s room I could see the fan running and just as I entered cursing my mom for not switching off the fan, the sight I saw there made me awestruck.
For there, on my mom’s bed I saw another woman with my mom. She was Santhi, my mom’s best friend and her co-worker. Moreover she was of some distant relation to mom. She was around 25, married and just now given birth to a girl two months ago.
There is nothing wrong till now, what I said about them, but what I saw there only shook me. Santhi (Aunty as I would call her) was there in her pink colored exotic plain saree sitting cross-legged on the bed. Her baby was sleeping on a mat that was spread on the floor.
Her saree covering her breasts was pushed down an the upper part of her body was not covered in saree but only her blouse containing her milk-filled breasts and even a few buttons of her bodice open and her bra loosened, I could see her right breast, wheat colored with her nipples straight and pushing forward. ‘May be she would have just finished breastfeeding her baby’ you might tell.
But there was my mom in her nightdress, lying on Santhi auntie’s lap just like how her baby would be there, and mom was sucking Santhi auntie’s breasts and drinking her milk!
God Damn! I couldn’t believe my mom doing that sucking Santhi auntie’s breasts…is she a lesbian too? I began hating my mom, for I didn’t like my mom stripping a boy of his clothes or being naked with any of her friends…
I opened the door and “Oops!” was the only thing I could mutter staring at that sight, then a little bit relaxed, I asked, “What’s going on Mom?”
By this time my mom had got up and I could see Santhi auntie’s face turn pale on seeing me.
“Nothing…” Mom said.
“Is this nothing?” I’ve caught her red handed sucking her friend’s breasts and drinking her milk.
There was no answer.
“Are you both lesbians?” I asked mom, looking straight into Santhi auntie’s eyes.
“Arjun!!! Oh god no!!!” she was saying to herself.
And now, Santhi auntie’s eyes were filled with tears. By now she had buttoned her bodice and smoothed her dress.
“Sorry…auntie, I didn’t expect you to be with mom like this.” I said to her.
“Arjun…you can’t talk to her like this…” this was mom.
“Then how should talk after seeing you sucking her…” I didn’t finish the line and wanted this thought to sink into them.
My penis was already making a tent in my pants and mom’s eyes fell on them. She understood what I was up to.
So she smiled at me looking into my pants and asked, “So what do you want us to do now?”
“Don’t you know?” I asked again. She knew what I needed.
“Hey, Priya…what does he say?” Santhi auntie asked to mom still with her eyes red.
Mom went near auntie and murmured something into her ears.
“Is that so?” Santhi auntie asked me.
“Yes…”
Her smile had the answer.
“Now that’s between us. Mom…could you please move…” I asked mom and she gave a scornful look and then paved way for me in the bed.
Santhi auntie now pushed her sari covering her breasts aside and unhooked her bodice as if she was going to breast feed her baby.
“Are you going to give your milk to your baby or me…come on aunty… remove every bit of dress that is on your body. I want to see you naked” I said to her.
Brother was that much calm guy. I didn’t expect him to be that much bold, asking a woman much above his age to remove all her dress in front of him. I was really shocked after reading that…
“No…” she murmured. I was sure that she was embarrassed at what I asked her to do.
“Mom….” I looked at mom.
“Come on Santhi…do as he says…” mom said to her.
“But Priya…” Santhi auntie protested.
“Come on pa…just relax and remove your dress.” Mom coaxed her to remove her dress. It seemed as though mom too was willing to see her naked.
Seeing there was no way out, Santhi auntie stepped out of the bed and started undressing turning her back to both of us.
“Auntie…if you want you can use the bathroom…” I said.
“No…she would do it here…” mom interrupted and said to her, “Turn this side Santhi…”
Santhi auntie turned to face us her face blushing, so she didn’t look at us. As she pulled off her sari and her petticoat… that was knotted at her hips, her bodice that was already unbuttoned showed away her well-maintained breasts, soft, plump and large and her nipples protruding her soft white cotton bra.
She ripped off her bodice and was struggling to unhook her bra at the back. In tension, she couldn’t unhook her bra.
“Mom…why don’t you help her?” I whispered to mom, and mom stepped near her and removed the hooks of her bra. And her breasts sprang out falling to the front.
As Santhi auntie was about to pull her panties she hesitated.
“It’s alright you need not remove that…come here…” I said to her.
She came nearby and I made her lie on back and started to massage her large breasts with my palm. She closed her eyes and started to moan. As I licked her breasts and sucked her nipples, they turned red and as I squeezed her breasts, a small drop of milk appeared at her nipples.
Santhi auntie was there still with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes and said, “Arjun… why don’t just remove your dress… it makes me feel more and more shy being naked in front of a person fully dressed.”
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