09-04-2020, 04:09 AM
Me: Mai samjhi nehi Chacha-ji... ap kaun si baat yaad rakhne ke liye bol rehe hain?
Chacha-ji: Mai samjhata hoon Beti... Aam taur pe tum Harpal ko godd mei leke doodh pilane ke waqt apni pallu se dhak leti ho naa...
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Ram ke samne wo cheez mat karna... taki doodh pilane ki poori prakriye Ram thik se dekh paye... samajh rahi ho na meri baat?
What was Chacha-ji saying? If I did not keep a cover with my pallu on the feeding baby, my son would be able to see my entire naked breast including my nipple being sucked by the baby!
Me: Par Chacha-ji... how can I do that? Ye to badi... mera matlab... ye to badi besharmi hogi...
Chacha-ji: Agar ye thodi si besharmi Ram ke dimag se gandi kitabon ka bhoot hata sakta hai... to besharmi-hi sahi!
There was nothing more that I could say or add to what Chacha-ji had spelt out and I just quietly nodded and offered my agreement to his proposed task of breastfeeding my baby in front of Ram!
An hour or so passed. I was in my bedroom while Ram was studying loudly in the other room and Harpal was playing on his own on the bed. Chacha-ji’s words naturally was haunting my mind and I was still not 100% confident to execute what was proposed to me. My heart rate and pulse rates were definitely higher than normal from the time Chacha-ji has left and my lips were getting dry time and again in my anticipation and nervousness. I glanced at the door and seeing there was no threat of being caught I quickly took Harpal in my lap and tried a rehearsal!
I sat on the bed and took Harpal on my lap. I pushed up my sari pallu towards my shoulder and opened the last two hooks of my blouse. Since I was not wearing any bra I tried to gently squeeze out my right breast, but it was not possible due to the big size of my breasts and I had to open another hook at least in order to squeeze out my nipple. So I opened another hook and pulled out more of my right mammary, obviously not fully, but till my nipple got exposed out of the blouse. I checked in the mirror how much I was exposing because this much Ram would be able to see and honestly I was scared to note that half of my fair round tit was clearly visible including my blackish brown areola and swollen right nipple which my baby had just grasped in his lips for sucking. I was a bit puzzled as to whether this sort of blatant exposure would be okay for my Class VIII son.
Just then I heard Ram’s voice.
Ram: Mummy... Mummy... ek bar ana please...
Me: Aayi!
Since the baby was eagerly sucking milk from my breast I did not hinder that process and went to the other room with Harpal in my lap. I was of course a bit annoyed as I could not complete my observation/rehearsal in front of the mirror as to how much I would be exposing to my son.
Me: Kya hai?
Ram: Dekho na Mummy... mere peeth pe kuch hai ke nehi? Lagatar Itching ho raha hai...
Saying that he quickly opened his T-shirt and faced the wall to show me his back and as he opened his T-shirt I could notice his shoulder muscles and the emerging V from his waist up to his armpits. I had seen Ram’s body in naked state so many times, but today there was something happening in me and I could not behave normally at all seeing my son’s smooth naked back.
Ram: Kuch hai kya?
Since the baby was sucking my right breast probably I felt all the more uncomfortable. My eyes were riveted on his naked back and I had started to breathe heavier. Though I could recognize that I was making a normal and regular thing complicated for myself, I could not stop myself thinking the sensual way.
Me: Dekhe to shai...
I leaned and touched his naked back and my whole body as if trembled in an untold excitement for a moment. My whole body as if ached and I licked my dry lips and even briskly scratched my pussy area over my sari and petticoat to remain calm and composed.
Me: Hmm... kuch to hai... lal dane jaisa...
Chacha-ji: Mai samjhata hoon Beti... Aam taur pe tum Harpal ko godd mei leke doodh pilane ke waqt apni pallu se dhak leti ho naa...
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Ram ke samne wo cheez mat karna... taki doodh pilane ki poori prakriye Ram thik se dekh paye... samajh rahi ho na meri baat?
What was Chacha-ji saying? If I did not keep a cover with my pallu on the feeding baby, my son would be able to see my entire naked breast including my nipple being sucked by the baby!
Me: Par Chacha-ji... how can I do that? Ye to badi... mera matlab... ye to badi besharmi hogi...
Chacha-ji: Agar ye thodi si besharmi Ram ke dimag se gandi kitabon ka bhoot hata sakta hai... to besharmi-hi sahi!
There was nothing more that I could say or add to what Chacha-ji had spelt out and I just quietly nodded and offered my agreement to his proposed task of breastfeeding my baby in front of Ram!
An hour or so passed. I was in my bedroom while Ram was studying loudly in the other room and Harpal was playing on his own on the bed. Chacha-ji’s words naturally was haunting my mind and I was still not 100% confident to execute what was proposed to me. My heart rate and pulse rates were definitely higher than normal from the time Chacha-ji has left and my lips were getting dry time and again in my anticipation and nervousness. I glanced at the door and seeing there was no threat of being caught I quickly took Harpal in my lap and tried a rehearsal!
I sat on the bed and took Harpal on my lap. I pushed up my sari pallu towards my shoulder and opened the last two hooks of my blouse. Since I was not wearing any bra I tried to gently squeeze out my right breast, but it was not possible due to the big size of my breasts and I had to open another hook at least in order to squeeze out my nipple. So I opened another hook and pulled out more of my right mammary, obviously not fully, but till my nipple got exposed out of the blouse. I checked in the mirror how much I was exposing because this much Ram would be able to see and honestly I was scared to note that half of my fair round tit was clearly visible including my blackish brown areola and swollen right nipple which my baby had just grasped in his lips for sucking. I was a bit puzzled as to whether this sort of blatant exposure would be okay for my Class VIII son.
Just then I heard Ram’s voice.
Ram: Mummy... Mummy... ek bar ana please...
Me: Aayi!
Since the baby was eagerly sucking milk from my breast I did not hinder that process and went to the other room with Harpal in my lap. I was of course a bit annoyed as I could not complete my observation/rehearsal in front of the mirror as to how much I would be exposing to my son.
Me: Kya hai?
Ram: Dekho na Mummy... mere peeth pe kuch hai ke nehi? Lagatar Itching ho raha hai...
Saying that he quickly opened his T-shirt and faced the wall to show me his back and as he opened his T-shirt I could notice his shoulder muscles and the emerging V from his waist up to his armpits. I had seen Ram’s body in naked state so many times, but today there was something happening in me and I could not behave normally at all seeing my son’s smooth naked back.
Ram: Kuch hai kya?
Since the baby was sucking my right breast probably I felt all the more uncomfortable. My eyes were riveted on his naked back and I had started to breathe heavier. Though I could recognize that I was making a normal and regular thing complicated for myself, I could not stop myself thinking the sensual way.
Me: Dekhe to shai...
I leaned and touched his naked back and my whole body as if trembled in an untold excitement for a moment. My whole body as if ached and I licked my dry lips and even briskly scratched my pussy area over my sari and petticoat to remain calm and composed.
Me: Hmm... kuch to hai... lal dane jaisa...
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