26-11-2020, 08:45 AM
After the bath both of us boys came out of the bathroom - naked and wet - for drying. Kajal clearly was enjoying this whole motherly, care-taking activity for the two boys. She wiped Sunil dry and then started to do the same to me. Sunil playfully bounced in the entire house, while his mother was busy with me. She spent more time on my privates and then finally she was done. Now came the clothing part. First up was Sunil - so, I sat waiting for my turn. While she was helping him with his half-pants, she playfully kissed his penis. Sunil was overjoyed. Before you jump to any conclusions, let me make it clear that it was a very loving and playful, motherly kiss. I have seen many women in India kissing their young sons’ penises, so, I think it is normal, whether you agree or not. When she was done with him, Kajal turned to me.
"I also want a kiss…" I demanded.
"I thought you would…" she teased.
"So?" I again demanded.
"You will get your kiss." she smiled and sat in front of me. She took my penis in her hand and planted a rather un-motherly kiss on it. On Sunil’s, it was only a peck, but on mine, she pasted her lips really snug. Then, she pulled its foreskin back and stroked its glans with her tongue. I was instantly in heavens. She then detached and mouthed ‘later’ to me. She then took out clothes for me to wear but I refused.
"Someone is not in mood to wear any clothes today?" she teased pleasingly. I simply smiled. She said further, "Okay - come now, we will eat."
All three of us ate peacefully, occasionally cracking jokes, and sometimes laughing at my nakedness, and finished the breakfast soon. Then she went out to drop Sunil off to his college and return in half an hour. I spend that time reflecting on the events thus far. I was still very much naked when she returned, which seemingly pleased her very much. She asked me to sit on the bed and proceeded to clean up the house. After another half an hour, she returned with a plate full of Pears, which reminded me of her breasts. As she peeled pear for me, I longed to feast on her tasty, fresh nipples. She tasted a piece of fruit before she offered it to me.
"It is very sweet!" she promised.
I opened my mouth signaling her to feed me, which she did. Since lots of new things were revealed to me about Kajal’s life, I thought I should weigh in with my thoughts too. I told Kajal about my own childhood and how my mother used to breastfeed me till a very advanced age. She smiled and may have made appreciative comments about why I have turned out to be such a strong and handsome young man. She also told me that she was disappointed because Latika, her daughter did not seem to like breastmilk anymore and was more in to solid foods. But she told me that Sunil had found a new interest in breastmilk and that she feeds him. That is the reason she is continuing to make milk. I told her that she does not have to worry about it anymore, because she now had a new mouth to feed.
I said that and asked her to get up, and I sat on the edge of the bed. She stood there at the edge, looking at me, unsure. I reached out and holding her waist, pulled her in a tight embrace. I felt a familiar tremble arising in her. Next, I pulled the pallu of her saree down till she was standing there clad only in her blouse and petticoat. I could see the string of her petticoat tied together at her left side - that had to go eventually, I thought. But before that, her upper body had to be stripped naked. I started to unbutton her blouse.
"Not now, please!" she pled, “I have to go to other houses as well for work.”
Her protest did not sound serious at all, so I pretended not to hear.
"I am hungry…"
"You are always hungry… and your nunu is hard too... always hard..." Kajal replied, noticing the erection I was sporting, "Very hard."
But she did not move as I continue to unbutton her blouse and slip it off her shoulders.
"Mommy is so beautiful," I compliment as I let my eyes drink the sight of her cleavage.
"I am not your mother," she interjected, with a hint of complain.
I did not comment and continued what I was doing.
"No way, don’t you dare." she hissed pleasantly, not really complaining, as I unhooked her bra.
She seemed a little shy, because it was broad sunlight and yet something in her voice told me that she was happy that I continued my ministrations to her womanhood. She seemed happy that I was looking at, and desiring and admiring, her body and her essence as a woman. Soon the bra was gone. Unrestrained, her breasts parted from each other. Her nipples stood erect in anticipation. I also noticed goose bumps around her areola. I instinctively moved my hands to place them on each breast. Perhaps Kajal was already prepared for such a move for she did not move away from me. To feel every part of her breast under my touch was like heaven on earth. Her eyes were closed as I enjoyed her. She was beautiful… like a Goddess!
I pulled her slightly nearer to me and lead my head down to kiss her flesh. She lovingly caressed my cheeks whilst I kissed and suckled her breasts. There was so much tenderness in her touch that I melted.
"Just… a little bit. Okay?" she nervously tried to draw limit to my freedom on her body.
She herself knew that the floodgates were opened, and her admonitions will not work. I started savoring her delicious milk. She let me use my lips as I wished, wherever I wished, without any further complaints, without any restraints, showering me in return with unspoken love. I felt extreme weight of emotion, so much so that the feelings almost dribbled out of the corner of my eyes. My penis, huge and upright must have warned her of my intentions. However, it felt that she did not really care. Finally, her breasts were empty.
"Sit on me... with your legs on each side of me," I instructed.
"Like this?" she asked as she climbed onto my lap. She rested her knees, spread widely apart, on the mattress, on each side of my thighs. I felt her buttocks settling down onto my thighs as I pulled her head towards me.
"Yes… like that." I confirmed, before kissing her lips. She was shocked by my move. She looked at me strangely.
"We shouldn’t do it…" she started her mild protest, her hand moving wantonly over my chest down to my stomach. My hands found and squeezed her buttocks.
"It is so big!" she exclaimed, as her hand moved over my penis. Her petticoat was proving a hindrance. So, she lifted its hem higher so that she could sit properly.
I continued to feast on her breasts - kissing, nibbling and still sucking them, alternating between the two at will. I was fully aroused by that time. Kajal was also enjoying, oblivious of anything, as my mouth was busy titillating her sensuous body part.
My erection was looking directly at her crotch. I had already noticed her discomfort wearing that petticoat, so, I reached and undid the string of petticoat. She must have felt the sudden slack at her waist and that must have alarmed her. But before she could act, I slipped the piece of cloth down her buttocks. She tried to hold it in its place, but I pulled it with so much force that she almost fell backwards. It was easy to slide it down her legs after that. Kajal was now completely naked in front of me - for the record, Kajal was the first, unrelated woman who got completely naked in front of me - for the first time. She wore no panties.
She looked at me with a bit of more curiosity, which resembled that of a mischief. She faced me, and said jokingly,
"If I were an unmarried girl, I would have married you right now!"
"Married you by now" was her way of putting modestly her desire to be fucked.
She continued with a smile, "… but it is too late for that!"
Saying this she pulled away and alighted from my lap and allowed her petticoat to drop completely. I started to pull her towards me again, but she stopped me,
"No. Please listen to me for a while." I waited. "You know, I don’t even feel ashamed standing nogno in front of you."
I pulled her again.
"Wait! Amar please. Please listen to me… I am married, so this (indicating her vagina) belongs to my husband. But that does not mean that we can not help you…" and saying this, she pressed her breasts from the sides, so that the space between them resembled that of any fuckable area.
"Do it here… between them. I want to see you while you do it."
I understood her meaning and lay her on the bed and proceeded to straddle her. I had to do it any which way - inside a woman, or outside of a woman. She pressed her breasts together to receive my penis. My fully engorged penis was close to her face. She gave it a small peck and nodded her head for me to proceed and I complied. This experience itself was fantastic for me. The little tunnel between her two squeezed breasts (close to her chest) was warm, and was lubricated with her natural skin-oil. I inserted my penis inside the tunnel and started the in-and-out motion. I now know that it was very different from how it feels inside of a vagina, but that was more than exciting for me then! I must have pushed in and out of this crack for about 30-40 times and started to feel a build-up inside my testicles.
"It is coming… it is coming… it is…" I announced in a broken voice, and thrusting.
"Don’t worry… just keep doing it." She encouraged me.
So I did. Another 5-6 thrusts and I exploded. My seeds flew in the air and accurately shot on her mouth and nose. She was kind of startled, still she held her ground. A few more strokes and I stopped. I was completely satisfied and happy.
"Thank you…" I said smiling, "… thank you very much. Thank you thank you thank you…"
I stayed on the bed for about ten minutes, trying to catch my breath. In the meantime, she got up, wiped the semen off her nose and mouth, washed her face and came back to the bed. She stood at the edge, looking at me. I saw her looking at me.
"Thank you so much, Kajal. Thank you! You have changed my life."
"Am I your first?" she asked a question, of which she knew the answer already.
"Yes." I lied.
She smiled satisfied and pleased, "Good. One day you will make some girl very happy!" and then as if to coming back to her senses, "… now tell me what you will eat for lunch?"
"I also want a kiss…" I demanded.
"I thought you would…" she teased.
"So?" I again demanded.
"You will get your kiss." she smiled and sat in front of me. She took my penis in her hand and planted a rather un-motherly kiss on it. On Sunil’s, it was only a peck, but on mine, she pasted her lips really snug. Then, she pulled its foreskin back and stroked its glans with her tongue. I was instantly in heavens. She then detached and mouthed ‘later’ to me. She then took out clothes for me to wear but I refused.
"Someone is not in mood to wear any clothes today?" she teased pleasingly. I simply smiled. She said further, "Okay - come now, we will eat."
All three of us ate peacefully, occasionally cracking jokes, and sometimes laughing at my nakedness, and finished the breakfast soon. Then she went out to drop Sunil off to his college and return in half an hour. I spend that time reflecting on the events thus far. I was still very much naked when she returned, which seemingly pleased her very much. She asked me to sit on the bed and proceeded to clean up the house. After another half an hour, she returned with a plate full of Pears, which reminded me of her breasts. As she peeled pear for me, I longed to feast on her tasty, fresh nipples. She tasted a piece of fruit before she offered it to me.
"It is very sweet!" she promised.
I opened my mouth signaling her to feed me, which she did. Since lots of new things were revealed to me about Kajal’s life, I thought I should weigh in with my thoughts too. I told Kajal about my own childhood and how my mother used to breastfeed me till a very advanced age. She smiled and may have made appreciative comments about why I have turned out to be such a strong and handsome young man. She also told me that she was disappointed because Latika, her daughter did not seem to like breastmilk anymore and was more in to solid foods. But she told me that Sunil had found a new interest in breastmilk and that she feeds him. That is the reason she is continuing to make milk. I told her that she does not have to worry about it anymore, because she now had a new mouth to feed.
I said that and asked her to get up, and I sat on the edge of the bed. She stood there at the edge, looking at me, unsure. I reached out and holding her waist, pulled her in a tight embrace. I felt a familiar tremble arising in her. Next, I pulled the pallu of her saree down till she was standing there clad only in her blouse and petticoat. I could see the string of her petticoat tied together at her left side - that had to go eventually, I thought. But before that, her upper body had to be stripped naked. I started to unbutton her blouse.
"Not now, please!" she pled, “I have to go to other houses as well for work.”
Her protest did not sound serious at all, so I pretended not to hear.
"I am hungry…"
"You are always hungry… and your nunu is hard too... always hard..." Kajal replied, noticing the erection I was sporting, "Very hard."
But she did not move as I continue to unbutton her blouse and slip it off her shoulders.
"Mommy is so beautiful," I compliment as I let my eyes drink the sight of her cleavage.
"I am not your mother," she interjected, with a hint of complain.
I did not comment and continued what I was doing.
"No way, don’t you dare." she hissed pleasantly, not really complaining, as I unhooked her bra.
She seemed a little shy, because it was broad sunlight and yet something in her voice told me that she was happy that I continued my ministrations to her womanhood. She seemed happy that I was looking at, and desiring and admiring, her body and her essence as a woman. Soon the bra was gone. Unrestrained, her breasts parted from each other. Her nipples stood erect in anticipation. I also noticed goose bumps around her areola. I instinctively moved my hands to place them on each breast. Perhaps Kajal was already prepared for such a move for she did not move away from me. To feel every part of her breast under my touch was like heaven on earth. Her eyes were closed as I enjoyed her. She was beautiful… like a Goddess!
I pulled her slightly nearer to me and lead my head down to kiss her flesh. She lovingly caressed my cheeks whilst I kissed and suckled her breasts. There was so much tenderness in her touch that I melted.
"Just… a little bit. Okay?" she nervously tried to draw limit to my freedom on her body.
She herself knew that the floodgates were opened, and her admonitions will not work. I started savoring her delicious milk. She let me use my lips as I wished, wherever I wished, without any further complaints, without any restraints, showering me in return with unspoken love. I felt extreme weight of emotion, so much so that the feelings almost dribbled out of the corner of my eyes. My penis, huge and upright must have warned her of my intentions. However, it felt that she did not really care. Finally, her breasts were empty.
"Sit on me... with your legs on each side of me," I instructed.
"Like this?" she asked as she climbed onto my lap. She rested her knees, spread widely apart, on the mattress, on each side of my thighs. I felt her buttocks settling down onto my thighs as I pulled her head towards me.
"Yes… like that." I confirmed, before kissing her lips. She was shocked by my move. She looked at me strangely.
"We shouldn’t do it…" she started her mild protest, her hand moving wantonly over my chest down to my stomach. My hands found and squeezed her buttocks.
"It is so big!" she exclaimed, as her hand moved over my penis. Her petticoat was proving a hindrance. So, she lifted its hem higher so that she could sit properly.
I continued to feast on her breasts - kissing, nibbling and still sucking them, alternating between the two at will. I was fully aroused by that time. Kajal was also enjoying, oblivious of anything, as my mouth was busy titillating her sensuous body part.
My erection was looking directly at her crotch. I had already noticed her discomfort wearing that petticoat, so, I reached and undid the string of petticoat. She must have felt the sudden slack at her waist and that must have alarmed her. But before she could act, I slipped the piece of cloth down her buttocks. She tried to hold it in its place, but I pulled it with so much force that she almost fell backwards. It was easy to slide it down her legs after that. Kajal was now completely naked in front of me - for the record, Kajal was the first, unrelated woman who got completely naked in front of me - for the first time. She wore no panties.
She looked at me with a bit of more curiosity, which resembled that of a mischief. She faced me, and said jokingly,
"If I were an unmarried girl, I would have married you right now!"
"Married you by now" was her way of putting modestly her desire to be fucked.
She continued with a smile, "… but it is too late for that!"
Saying this she pulled away and alighted from my lap and allowed her petticoat to drop completely. I started to pull her towards me again, but she stopped me,
"No. Please listen to me for a while." I waited. "You know, I don’t even feel ashamed standing nogno in front of you."
I pulled her again.
"Wait! Amar please. Please listen to me… I am married, so this (indicating her vagina) belongs to my husband. But that does not mean that we can not help you…" and saying this, she pressed her breasts from the sides, so that the space between them resembled that of any fuckable area.
"Do it here… between them. I want to see you while you do it."
I understood her meaning and lay her on the bed and proceeded to straddle her. I had to do it any which way - inside a woman, or outside of a woman. She pressed her breasts together to receive my penis. My fully engorged penis was close to her face. She gave it a small peck and nodded her head for me to proceed and I complied. This experience itself was fantastic for me. The little tunnel between her two squeezed breasts (close to her chest) was warm, and was lubricated with her natural skin-oil. I inserted my penis inside the tunnel and started the in-and-out motion. I now know that it was very different from how it feels inside of a vagina, but that was more than exciting for me then! I must have pushed in and out of this crack for about 30-40 times and started to feel a build-up inside my testicles.
"It is coming… it is coming… it is…" I announced in a broken voice, and thrusting.
"Don’t worry… just keep doing it." She encouraged me.
So I did. Another 5-6 thrusts and I exploded. My seeds flew in the air and accurately shot on her mouth and nose. She was kind of startled, still she held her ground. A few more strokes and I stopped. I was completely satisfied and happy.
"Thank you…" I said smiling, "… thank you very much. Thank you thank you thank you…"
I stayed on the bed for about ten minutes, trying to catch my breath. In the meantime, she got up, wiped the semen off her nose and mouth, washed her face and came back to the bed. She stood at the edge, looking at me. I saw her looking at me.
"Thank you so much, Kajal. Thank you! You have changed my life."
"Am I your first?" she asked a question, of which she knew the answer already.
"Yes." I lied.
She smiled satisfied and pleased, "Good. One day you will make some girl very happy!" and then as if to coming back to her senses, "… now tell me what you will eat for lunch?"
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