26-11-2020, 08:43 AM
She said, "How are you feeling?" and touched my forehead.
It was still hot, but not as much as it was earlier. Fever had receded.
"Better." I replied.
"Good! Tomar nunu khara hoye gelo (your penis got erect). Ota bhalo (That is good)! Now come, let me put you to sleep, before the fever comes back." saying this, she leaned against the bed’s head-rest so she was partially sitting and started to caress my forehead. It was a pose in which her breasts dangled tantalizingly close to my mouth. It was natural for me to again take one of her warm breasts in my mouth, while cupping her other breast in my hand and started caressing it.
"NO! Stop that," she almost shouted as she pulled her body back from me.
"I WANT it! I want your milk." I insisted and continue to caress and squeezes her other breast.
"I don’t have any more milk!" she hissed.
"Let ME see to it."
"You are a bad little devil." I did not reply and again started to suck. I did not realize (I did not have any experience) then that Kajal must have reached her sexual tipping point. Her breasts had been so thoroughly utilized by then that she must have been near to her own orgasm. She did not display anything, or, perhaps, I did not know how to read a woman’s emotions. So, she resigned herself to my ministrations.
After a while, she said softly, "You like them. Don’t you?" and she hugged me closer to her.
Her voice was unsteady and her breathing heavy. It was then when I felt her trembling tremendously. I do not remember how long she let me suck her breasts, but I was disappointed when she finally detached her breast from my mouth.
"Come on now. You have had enough for today. Please take rest. I am not running away anywhere. You will have your fill again."
She said decidedly and got up from my bed. She slept besides her son, wearing only her petticoat.
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I got up slightly late in the morning, feeling better and stronger. I felt very different: yes, I had less fever and a bit more energy, but I also felt more CONFIDENT! Since the invisible wall was breached between us, I did not have anything to hide from Kajal. So, I did not feel the need to wear any clothes. I heard some voices coming from the bathroom - Kajal was washing clothes.
‘Thank God! She is still here. I will need her again today.’ I thought and proceeded to freshen up.
When I came out of the bathroom, Kajal was returning from the balcony. She was fully clothed, in new clothes. That means she must have gone to her home, did her chores there and returned. She smiled at me… Did I also notice a hint of blush?
"How are you feeling now?" she felt my forehead and cheek to check for temperature.
The fact that I was standing stark naked did not seem to bother her.
"Fever seems to have subsided." she continued. She was being very touchy-feely (of course, we never touched each other before yesterday - so much had changed between us in just a matter of few hours).
"I am feeling better… all thanks to you!" I replied - it was a sincere appreciation. Without her care, I do not know what would have happened.
She smiled. "Are you hungry?"
I nodded. Was there a double innuendo? If yes, what was she hinting at? Was she hinting at something? Or was it simply my mind playing some tricks?
She said, "Go and freshen up. I have already cooked a nice breakfast - luchi tarkari. About time you also enjoy some Bengali delicacies. Let us all enjoy it together."
“I am already enjoying Bengali delicacies…” I leered.
Kajal punched me playfully in my ribs and pinched at the tip of my penis. I proceeded to brush my teeth. By that time, Sunil too got up. He felt funny to see me fully naked. But since I and Kajal were behaving normally, he too did not think much of it. After he also freshened up, she said that she would give him a bath. Now this was a bit curious for me, as although Sunil was young, he was not ‘that’ young child. So, him being bathed by his mother was a rather curious thing for me. He kind of reminded me of my own childhood. Kajal also asked me to take a bath, but I tried to make several excuses to bail out. She gave me several right justifications as to why taking bath was good, even if you have a fever… especially when you had a fever. So, I finally relented.
To bathe Sunil, Kajal wanted to strip him naked, as she must have usually done, but he was being shy, because I too was there. To my shock, she told him that she would bathe both of us together, and that since bhaiya (me) was nogno (naked) too, so there was no need for him to be shy. So, Sunil relented and Kajal stripped him. A child of that age must really feel funny to see a grown-up man completely naked like how I was then. Initially, Sunil felt funny watching me naked, kind of comparing himself with me, but when my penis started to swell, he got afraid. He had plenty of reasons to get worried; my penis was thicker than the thickness of his arm, in fact it was thicker than Kajal’s own wrist. The veins were carrying large amount of blood and were clearly visible. It looked ugly and monstrous. Sunil had reasons to be afraid.
"Don’t be afraid, Sunil," I consoled him, "When you get older, say of my age, then your nunu too will grow as big as mine, or even bigger!"
"Is that so?" he asked, not really believing what I said.
"Yes! It was like a peanut pod at your age. But you can see now, how big it has become!" of course, it was not like a peanut pod, it was very much like how his penis was, but that helped lift the child’s mood.
"Oh! But… why should it become big like yours?"
"Well… you will come to know. Let us just say for now that it makes women very happy!" Kajal glared at me in mock anger in response.
"Don’t you spoil my son with your tommyrot. Sunil, don’t listen to bhaiya. It is all nonsense."
"Ha ha! It is not. Okay, please bathe us now. How long should we keep waiting?"
So, Kajal bathed us, taking turns, doing one thing for Sunil, and repeating the same for me. Kajal took soap and applied on his tiny penis, slipped its foreskin back to clean it properly. When she was done with him, she tried to do the same to me - only problem was that slipping my foreskin back was not an easy task to accomplish because of its immense erection. Since his mother was doing it, Sunil too wanted to touch it, but I refused by saying that men do not touch each other’s nunu. Only women do, and that too when they love that man! He was very happy and proud being called a man. Kajal too was happy for my veiled statement goading her into a positive affinity with me.
It was still hot, but not as much as it was earlier. Fever had receded.
"Better." I replied.
"Good! Tomar nunu khara hoye gelo (your penis got erect). Ota bhalo (That is good)! Now come, let me put you to sleep, before the fever comes back." saying this, she leaned against the bed’s head-rest so she was partially sitting and started to caress my forehead. It was a pose in which her breasts dangled tantalizingly close to my mouth. It was natural for me to again take one of her warm breasts in my mouth, while cupping her other breast in my hand and started caressing it.
"NO! Stop that," she almost shouted as she pulled her body back from me.
"I WANT it! I want your milk." I insisted and continue to caress and squeezes her other breast.
"I don’t have any more milk!" she hissed.
"Let ME see to it."
"You are a bad little devil." I did not reply and again started to suck. I did not realize (I did not have any experience) then that Kajal must have reached her sexual tipping point. Her breasts had been so thoroughly utilized by then that she must have been near to her own orgasm. She did not display anything, or, perhaps, I did not know how to read a woman’s emotions. So, she resigned herself to my ministrations.
After a while, she said softly, "You like them. Don’t you?" and she hugged me closer to her.
Her voice was unsteady and her breathing heavy. It was then when I felt her trembling tremendously. I do not remember how long she let me suck her breasts, but I was disappointed when she finally detached her breast from my mouth.
"Come on now. You have had enough for today. Please take rest. I am not running away anywhere. You will have your fill again."
She said decidedly and got up from my bed. She slept besides her son, wearing only her petticoat.
********************************
I got up slightly late in the morning, feeling better and stronger. I felt very different: yes, I had less fever and a bit more energy, but I also felt more CONFIDENT! Since the invisible wall was breached between us, I did not have anything to hide from Kajal. So, I did not feel the need to wear any clothes. I heard some voices coming from the bathroom - Kajal was washing clothes.
‘Thank God! She is still here. I will need her again today.’ I thought and proceeded to freshen up.
When I came out of the bathroom, Kajal was returning from the balcony. She was fully clothed, in new clothes. That means she must have gone to her home, did her chores there and returned. She smiled at me… Did I also notice a hint of blush?
"How are you feeling now?" she felt my forehead and cheek to check for temperature.
The fact that I was standing stark naked did not seem to bother her.
"Fever seems to have subsided." she continued. She was being very touchy-feely (of course, we never touched each other before yesterday - so much had changed between us in just a matter of few hours).
"I am feeling better… all thanks to you!" I replied - it was a sincere appreciation. Without her care, I do not know what would have happened.
She smiled. "Are you hungry?"
I nodded. Was there a double innuendo? If yes, what was she hinting at? Was she hinting at something? Or was it simply my mind playing some tricks?
She said, "Go and freshen up. I have already cooked a nice breakfast - luchi tarkari. About time you also enjoy some Bengali delicacies. Let us all enjoy it together."
“I am already enjoying Bengali delicacies…” I leered.
Kajal punched me playfully in my ribs and pinched at the tip of my penis. I proceeded to brush my teeth. By that time, Sunil too got up. He felt funny to see me fully naked. But since I and Kajal were behaving normally, he too did not think much of it. After he also freshened up, she said that she would give him a bath. Now this was a bit curious for me, as although Sunil was young, he was not ‘that’ young child. So, him being bathed by his mother was a rather curious thing for me. He kind of reminded me of my own childhood. Kajal also asked me to take a bath, but I tried to make several excuses to bail out. She gave me several right justifications as to why taking bath was good, even if you have a fever… especially when you had a fever. So, I finally relented.
To bathe Sunil, Kajal wanted to strip him naked, as she must have usually done, but he was being shy, because I too was there. To my shock, she told him that she would bathe both of us together, and that since bhaiya (me) was nogno (naked) too, so there was no need for him to be shy. So, Sunil relented and Kajal stripped him. A child of that age must really feel funny to see a grown-up man completely naked like how I was then. Initially, Sunil felt funny watching me naked, kind of comparing himself with me, but when my penis started to swell, he got afraid. He had plenty of reasons to get worried; my penis was thicker than the thickness of his arm, in fact it was thicker than Kajal’s own wrist. The veins were carrying large amount of blood and were clearly visible. It looked ugly and monstrous. Sunil had reasons to be afraid.
"Don’t be afraid, Sunil," I consoled him, "When you get older, say of my age, then your nunu too will grow as big as mine, or even bigger!"
"Is that so?" he asked, not really believing what I said.
"Yes! It was like a peanut pod at your age. But you can see now, how big it has become!" of course, it was not like a peanut pod, it was very much like how his penis was, but that helped lift the child’s mood.
"Oh! But… why should it become big like yours?"
"Well… you will come to know. Let us just say for now that it makes women very happy!" Kajal glared at me in mock anger in response.
"Don’t you spoil my son with your tommyrot. Sunil, don’t listen to bhaiya. It is all nonsense."
"Ha ha! It is not. Okay, please bathe us now. How long should we keep waiting?"
So, Kajal bathed us, taking turns, doing one thing for Sunil, and repeating the same for me. Kajal took soap and applied on his tiny penis, slipped its foreskin back to clean it properly. When she was done with him, she tried to do the same to me - only problem was that slipping my foreskin back was not an easy task to accomplish because of its immense erection. Since his mother was doing it, Sunil too wanted to touch it, but I refused by saying that men do not touch each other’s nunu. Only women do, and that too when they love that man! He was very happy and proud being called a man. Kajal too was happy for my veiled statement goading her into a positive affinity with me.
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