chachaji milked mom(collected from net)

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Chacha-ji now stood up from the chair. He was still holding one hand of mine and now he placed his other hand on my head and gently patted.

Chacha-ji: Tumhe agar tumhare ye Chacha-ji par bharosa hai... to Ram kabhi nehi galat sangat me jayga... dekh lena... mai kabhi Ram ko bhatak e nehi doonga Beti!

His hand slowly went down from my head towards my shoulder area and he continued patting as he talked in a whispering tone.

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... jawan to usse hona hi hai... tum rok nehi sakti... aurat ke sharir ke prati akarshan to hoga hi... aurat ki nangi sharir dekhne ki aas to usse hoga hi... tum rok nehi sakti... par Ram ke liye mera ye ho soch hai aur tum as a mother jo kar rahi ho uskle liye... wo usse zaroor sahi raasta dikhayega...

Me: Mai bhi wohi asha rakhti hoon Chacha-ji... nehi to ye jo besharmi mai uske liye kar rahi hoon....

Chacha-ji: BESHARMI! (Chacha-ji almost shouted) isse besharmi mat bolo Beti... tum kya apne bete ke samne adhi nangi ghoom rahi ho? Usse bistar par amantran de rahi ho? Batao? De rahi ho kya?

Me: Nehi... par ye jo mai...

Chacha-ji: Kya? Ye jo tum apne mamme dikha rahi ho Ram ko doodh pilane ke waqt?

I shyly nodded. Chacha-ji was now more closer to my body. His one hand was holding my arm while the other arm moved about on my shoulder – sometimes on my naked skin, sometimes on my blouse cover.

Chacha-ji: Are ye to common hai... tum dekho na koi bhi maa jab bacche ko doodh pilati hai kuch haad tak apne mamme to dikhati hi hai naa? Kya?

I again nodded shyly. Chacha-ji’s hand now moved towards my back and he continued patting me on my smooth blouse covered back to cheer me up.

Chacha-ji: Aur fir ye stan-paan to filmo mei bhi dikhaya gaya hai... aur kisine to isse ganda nehi kaha... balki prasangsha ki... tum dekhi ho ke nehi? Ram Teri Ganga Maili...

As I looked down, still standing almost within his arms, he moved his other hand from my arm brushing the entire length of my arm up to my shoulder and kept it there. As he talked he slightly shuffled and my twin firm breasts momentarily pressed on his body – the tips of my boobs pressed against his body making me shudder a bit. I involuntarily tried to push back slightly but since Chacha-ji was very close to me and I was almost in his arms the tips of my boobs continued to press on his body.

Chacha-ji: (taking his mouth close to my face): Are Beti.. jaha Mandakini ek rote huye bachhe ko apni mamme pilati hai aur apne pur-e mamme ko blouse se nikal ke bacche ke muh me deti hai... Remember?

I again nodded but was feeling extremely awkward and tight with my firm boobs pushing against his body. I could realize that continued light pressing of my boob flesh on his body was making my nipples stir and rise!

Chacha-ji: Yaha to tum sirf apne bête ke samne doodh pila rahi ho... par Raj Kapoor Sahab to Mandakini ko puri duniya ke samne doodh pilayi... and everybody could see her fair, round breast out of her blouse... but nobody said it was vulgar ya besharmi huyi hai!

Me (almost whispering): Ji... wo to hai!

Chacha-ji: Fir? Ye sab baat dimag se nikal do Beti... aur jaise mai kehta hoon waise karti jao! Ram ko usi se hi... jo mai keh raha tha.. adult education... wo shiksha mil jayega!

I was feeling very tight indeed as Chacha-ji shuffled again and this time my boobs pressed more onto the side of his body and I had to retract forcefully to remain comfortable.

Me: Err... Ji... ji Chacha-ji... aap ko baut bahut sukriya!

Chacha-ji: Are Beti.. Mai katahi nehi chahunga ke apna Ram gandi kitab padhta rahe aur dheere dheere bazaru aurat ke paas pahuch jaye apni jawani ke suruwad mei.... Are Ram kya sirf tumhara beta hai? Mera kuch nehi lagta? Huh! Are mai bhi usse bahut pyar karta hoon Beti.... aur hameisha chahunga ke wo sahi sangat me rahe!

The way Chacha-ji spoke the last few words with heavy sentiment and passion in his voice, I could not control my emotion and hint of tears came to my eyes, which in turn slowly rolled down my cheeks. I was clenching my lips to control myself but seeing my tears Chacha-ji immediately started wiping off my tear. His left hand wiped the tear droplets off my soft and rosy cheeks. I was breathing heavily. I could feel his warm breaths striking my face as we now very close physically and as he wiped my tears I could feel his elbow pressing the tops of my breasts openly over my sari and blouse. This time though the pressing on my boobs was much more undeviating and nonstop, I did not mind because we both had gotten emotional and considering he was my father’s age and the respect I gave him.

All was going smooth but I was slightly taken aback when he, again today like the prior incident, wiped my soft thick lips with his fingers while wiping the tears off my cheeks. The feel of male fingers on my pink tender lips immediately made me have goosebump all over my body and I involuntarily shuffled pushing my fleshy ass behind, not to mention the emotional feeling immediately turned into elated feelings!

Me: Suk... sukriya Chacha-ji... mai thik hoon...

Chacha-ji: Kya thik hoon? Roz roz aansu kyu nikal aate hai?

Saying that what he did was the least expected! He just held the tight flesh of my cheek and shook it with his two fingers just as we do to a chubby child while showing love and affection to the child!

I was all red in shyness and embarrassment!