Romance My Experience with Love

[avsji]

"Wait, I will show you." I said and what I did next made my mother grimace for a second. I unbuttoned her blouse, moved over, and started to suckle. I was sucking on her and rolling my eyes to tease Rachna. Ma did a double take and blinked at my incredulous, childish behavior.

"Honey, you DO realize that Rachna is still here."

I think it did not matter - yes, Rachna was there, but she too was as butt naked as I was.

"It is okay Auntie," she lied to keep a brave front, "I don’t mind." She said nervously, "… if I too can get on the other one… please?"

Ma was not too sure, but she conceded.

"Oh God! You children are naughty! Very naughty. Well, okay. Come dear, you too can suckle... here, take the other one."

Rachna’s face lit up with happiness. She scooted on her knees next to Ma and moved her mouth onto her other breast and then she started sucking it. I was doing my usual drinking, but she looked different. Her eyes were closed, and it looked like she was really savoring the experience.

Ma gasped a little. I noticed Rachna’s mouth had way more of her breast than was needed and even moved off it once as her puckered lips sucked on the skin around the nipple. It was quick, but I saw it. Then she moved back to the nipple. Ma sounded out of breath; I was not sure what happened to her… she never acted like that before. I know now that she must have been aroused by our not so childish sucking on both breasts. After about five to seven minutes, Ma decided to end this game.

"That’s enough for now. You children enjoy your sherbet and play. I have other chores to do." She said.

I pulled off. When I stood up, I noticed that my penis was totally hard. Ma and Rachna must have realized the reason behind my erection. But they did not make any comments on that. Perhaps I was the only one who had no idea why that happened, and what I should have wanted to do with that. But Ma acted normally – even graceful; she calmly buttoned up her blouse and walked out of the room. She did not leave any instructions for us to follow.

"Oh God! That was so awesome!" Rachna exclaimed.

"It was?"

"Oh yes."

"You can’t tell anybody." I said.

"Who would believe me?"


After that incident, I found that Rachna and Ma started to grow even closer. Ma started to lovingly address Rachna as ‘beti’, ‘bitiya’, and Rachna too started to respond positively. I noticed that she had started touching Ma’s feet as a greeting, instead of the usual ‘namaste’. It felt kind of deprivation that Rachna was doing something that I should have done – so, even I started to touch my parents' feet as greeting. Their closeness grew so much that Rachna started to get her share of regular feeding from Ma. In all practical manner, she became Ma’s daughter. This was something that later Ma too accepted; she thought that she had found a daughter in Rachna, whereas Rachna too loved Ma back as daughter.

 
 
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A few days later, Dad took us to a movie. Movie evenings used to be amazing. We would often walk, shop, and eat out etc. post the movie. As with Ma, I loved Dad too. He was not strict or anything, so I thought he was cool. He used to help me with my studies, and till not too long ago, he used to play with me. Anyway, the next day after movie day was a Sunday so we spent all the next day doing all kinds of fun things. By nightfall, I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as I had my dinner. I was woken up later in the night by the noises from my parents' room. I got up and walked to their bedroom door and I heard them both sigh.

"Honey, that was wonderful. It was like when we were young." That was my father.

"We are still young, mister!"

"Ha ha – yes, what I meant was that I forgot how great it used to be having sex with all that energy!"

My parents were ‘making love’! I sat on my knees and tried to hear. They were not talking loudly, so I could only hear mumbling and a rhythmic squeaking of the bed.

"Suno ji, aapko aur bachche chahiye kya? (Do you want more children, Dear?)"

"Where did that come from?"

"No, I am just asking. If you want any more children, let us have them now, rather than later."

"No honey! I am very happy with you two. Expenses are growing. Soon Amar will start his higher education, and that requires a lot of money. I don’t earn enough to afford another child. I think I should rather raise one child very well, rather than many and not well."

They did not say anything for a few minutes… all I could hear was a rhythmic squeaking of the bed.

"I am surprised how much he has grown. He is developing fast. Should he still be running around naked… and nursing from you? I mean he is bound to be looking at other girls' breasts by now." said Dad; not sounding angry or worried. He was simply concerned.

"Yes, you are right. I mean, he must start taking interest in girls soon. I like Rachna. She is so beautiful and good girl. I think he likes her too."

"Yes, she is a nice girl… and by breastfeeding her, you made her your daughter."

"Ohhho! So, are you my son, now?"

"Yes mommy!" Dad teased her.

What! Dad sucks Ma’s breasts?!

Ma giggled, "Honestly, I kind of liked it. They suck very differently from how you do it. The first time she requested for it… but now she demands it… as if she really is my own daughter… ha ha."

"Honey, I am telling you to stop breastfeeding Amar, and here you are talking about adding one more child in that list!" father complained pleasingly.

"Yes… no… no… You are right. I should wean them off…”

Some more squeaking sound, “But I am not worried about the nudity thing. I am just worried about them being safe."

"Is he… and Rachna, happy being naked?"

"Yes, I think so. He and Rachna both like to be naked in each other’s company."

"Interesting!"

"Did I tell you that Amar suckles her breasts too?"

"What! That naughty devil! Ha ha ha… But I am kind of relieved hearing this. He should focus on other girls of his own age… and not on his mother."

I heard some more creaking and squeaking.

"Do you think I should talk to Sharma?" Dad was referring to Rachna’s father.

"No, I don’t think so. I am not sure how they will react to it. I get a feeling that they are very conservative people and might not understand this at all. I like… no, I love that child and would not want anyone to hurt her."

Then they were quiet for some time, only the squeaking of bed continued for some time.

Then Ma said, "I feel kind of sad thinking that the children won’t suckle my breasts for longer time."

"Why? It is only natural. I don’t know anyone of his age who still suckles his mother."

"You did that till you were sixteen, mister!" my mother teased.

"Yes… and soon after, I got you. I think he will do fine… I mean if he can suckle that girl?"

"Stop saying her ‘that girl’… call her by her name or simply beti… bitiya... bahu…" Ma protested pleasingly.

Some more squeaking and creaking sound followed before Dad let a long, satisfied "aaahhhh" sound. After that everything was quiet. Waiting for some more time, I was about to leave when I heard Ma,

"But I think you should really talk to him (she chuckled). I can teach him many things, but you must contribute to his knowledge in that department. He knows very little. I wonder if he has started to masturbate."

They giggled together.

"So, my boy is becoming a man. It is hard to believe."