Breastfeeding 1-2

[Kostic]

A few days later, she decided to help the man and his father. She went to the address that Takkun had given her. As Soma walked down the street, all the men were admiring her, looking at her large breasts that were trying to escape from under her tight bra. The woman felt their hungry gazes on her. When she arrived at the address, she saw a beautiful two-story building surrounded by a high fence, through which the tops of the trees were visible. After tidying up her clothes and hair, Soma rang the doorbell several times, but no one answered. A few minutes later, the door clicked and a boy stuck his head out, asking what she wanted. She smiled and said, "I'm here to see Mr. Takkun." The boy opened the door for her, and she followed him through the garden to the front door. The garden seemed huge and beautiful to her - it was obvious that this family was rich. Entering the house, Soma appreciated its size and rich decoration. There were carpets and paintings of different people everywhere. The woman was in the living room and a minute later Takun came out to greet her. "I am very glad, madam, that you have decided to help me," he said. "My father has not eaten for several days and does not look well. I asked you for help because he is a good man." Then they went to the kitchen to drink tea and discuss the terms and rewards. Soma liked the proposal and they made an agreement. According to the terms, the woman was to live in the house. She was to have her own room next to her old man's bedroom. Takun showed her the house and Soma liked it very much. He took her to her father's room where she was speechless at what she saw: an old man with thin arms and gray skin lying on a large bed, his face and body covered with wrinkles and age spots, his head covered with sparse gray hair and his eyes were sunken. The woman asked if the old man had teeth. Takun said no. He went up to the old man and took his hand. "Papa, I want you to meet the nanny." The old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. The woman saw how weak the old man was and thought how difficult it would be for her. Who is this boy, Soma asked? Takun said he was the son of a servant who was now in the hospital. His name was Rasim. You can ask him for help.

It was evening and Soma had to go to her grandfather's room to feed him milk. She put on her bra and robe. Her breasts and nipples were swollen. She replayed the scene in her head over and over again, wondering how the old man would drink her milk if he was so weak.
 Entering the room, dimly lit by a small lamp by the bed, she looked around. The old man was motionless. Soma walked up to him and stroked his head. He opened his eyes, and the woman asked how he was feeling. You must be hungry, the woman said. Your son asked me to take care of you. You need to eat well to feel better, but ordinary food is not suitable for this. The doctor advised Takun to give you milk, but not ordinary milk, but breast milk, since it is best suited for an old man's body. The old man looked at her in surprise and smiled maliciously. The milk must be fresh, so you will have to drink it straight from my breast. Now I will lie down next to you and we will try it. Soma began to unbutton her robe. As she did so, the old man saw her two large breasts in a tight bra. He stared at them with bulging eyes, unable to utter a word. Takun told her that his father had senile dementia and sometimes acted like a child. She pulled back the blanket and lay down next to the old man, touching his head with her breasts. Then she unhooked her bra and pulled out her breast. Milk spurted from her nipple and splashed on the old man's face and neck. Soma wiped it off with her palm and took the nipple in her fingers. Open your mouth, Grandpa, I'll give you my nipple. She pulled the old man closer to her breasts and began to express milk directly into his mouth. The old man licked his lips, trying to get to the nipple.
       He could not grab her nipple and only made sucking sounds. Her entire breast was covered in his saliva. "Please take my nipple deeper into your mouth and suck harder," she begged. The old man opened his mouth and she shoved her nipple in with such force that he almost choked. After a while, he figured out how to drink milk with his mouth, using his tongue and cheeks. He took the first sip, then the second, and Soma watched the movement of his throat as she gently pressed the flesh of her breast to help the milk flow better. She began to gently stroke his head and face, whispering words of encouragement. "My little old man, let me take care of you and help you get back on your feet. Please drink my milk, it will make you strong and healthy. I have plenty of it." The old man closed his eyes and sucked rhythmically on the nipple, absorbing the woman's milk. But he soon released her nipple from his mouth due to fatigue. "That's enough for today," Soma thought. It was hard at first, but we found a way to communicate.
The next morning, Takun met Soma and asked about his first meeting with his father. The woman said that everything was fine. The old man had received enough care and had drunk milk to feel full. Takun looked at Soma with a smile and thanked her. "She noticed his smile and felt special because it had been so long since any man had paid so much attention to her. Soma went for a walk in the garden near the house, where she saw a boy watering flowers and approached him: "What is your name?" The boy replied: "My name is Rasim."

Is there anything I can do for you, madam? Rasim asked. I will call you if I need you, Soma said. When she entered the old man’s room, she saw that he was lying in bed. She went up to him and asked, “Is Grandpa ready to eat?” The old man opened his toothless mouth and stared at her breasts. Soma sat down next to him on the bed, opened her robe and showed him her breasts. Look how big they are and how full of delicious milk they are, and how badly you suck them. Then she lay down next to him and stroked his cheek. The woman lifted her breasts and took one of the nipples into her mouth. Grandpa, suck them longer, you need to eat well. With these words, she stuck her nipple into his mouth. She felt the old man begin to suck her greedily. “You suck better today, and I can feel your mouth working.” Take the nipple firmly, suck it well and swallow it whole. There was a lot of milk and before he could swallow it, it flowed down the corner of his grandfather's mouth and down his chin. Soma continued to stroke him while he sucked her breast. After twenty minutes, she switched to the other side. Holding her breast and feeling her arms getting tired, she thought, "Next time I'll let you hold them." The old man squinted, trying to work his mouth and swallow as much milk as possible. From time to time, he glanced at the woman, making a loud smacking sound. Rasim quietly opened the door to the room, it was light enough for him to see an amazing scene of an old man sucking the breast of a beautiful woman. Her breasts were large and sagging. A stream of milk flowed down his chin, and the woman gently stroked his head, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeding. Soma heard nothing but her grandfather sucking and felt her breasts gradually emptying. Of course, she didn't even notice Rasim's presence at that moment. Suddenly, someone touched his shoulder, the boy flinched, it was Master Takun. Soma heard the noise and looked towards the door, where Rasim was standing with a frightened expression. The boy quickly closed the door. Takun asked the boy what he was doing there, but Rasim was too shocked to speak. Soma left the room, adjusting her robe. "Where are the towels?" she asked, turning to Rasim. The boy didn't know what to say, so Soma told him to go and find them. The woman smiled when she saw Takun. "Everything is fine, and there is no need to worry about father," the woman said. The man thanked her and left. When she returned to the room, she found the old man asleep. She realized that Rasim was spying on her and remembered his frightened face in the doorway.

     It was evening. Soma was in her room. She was lying on her bed, gently massaging her breasts, which were beginning to fill with milk. Her nipples were begging for attention. The woman decided to have some tea, so she got up and went to the kitchen. Soma met Rasim in the hallway. "I saved you from your master's wrath today," she said. Rasim replied, "Thank you." "What were you doing there?" Soma narrowed her eyes and asked, "Were you secretly following me?" I wanted to see what you were doing in Grandpa's room. The boy said.
 "Madam, you are just as beautiful and kind as my mother was," said Rasim, looking at Soma. The woman stroked his hair, and suddenly Rasim, crying, pressed himself against her, she hugged him. "I want you to be my mother," the boy said through tears.
"I can't be your mother because you already have a mother," she replied. Rasim told her that his mother had died when he was 6 years old, and Soma felt sad because she knew what it was like to lose someone you loved.
Rasim laid his head on Soma's chest and she hugged him with motherly tenderness. The boy felt her softness and warmth and the smell of milk hit his nose. Soma could feel his breath through the fabric of her robe. Rasim pressed his nose to her nipple, feeling how big and hard it was and his nose immediately became wet with milk. "Baby, you shouldn't do this, it hurts," Soma said, surprising the boy who replied, "Madam, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." Rasim looked into Soma's eyes and asked, "Why are you here, why are you visiting grandpa?" Soma didn't know what to say to the boy and said that she was just taking care of the old man. She was taking care of his health. The boy's eyes were fixed on the woman's large breasts. He saw that her nipples were sticking out and there were wet spots on the robe around them. He then looked at her breasts.
What are you looking at, Rasim? “What is this?” she asked. The boy replied, “They are big and smell like milk.” I saw my grandfather touching them with his lips. Soma looked at him and said, “You don’t have to spy on me anymore. I will tell your master everything and he will punish you.” Very well, madam, I won’t do this anymore. “Sorry.” The woman patted his head. Go to sleep, Rasim. I need to rest. Returning to the room, Soma went to the bathroom to drain the excess milk. Within a week, the old man began to recover, his arms became strong again and his complexion improved. Although he tried to speak, his mind was far from his body. Soma fed my grandfather four times a day, her milk being his only source of nutrition. There was a lot of milk and the old man could not cope with it all. Soma felt the boy’s constant attention to her. One evening she met him and asked, “Rasim, is there anything you want to tell me?” The boy replied, "Madam, I want to help you take care of your grandfather. May I watch you do it?" "That's impossible," the woman said. Back in her room, Soma fell asleep and had a strange dream. In her dream, she found herself lying on the old man's bed, with Rasim next to her. Instead of her grandfather, he was there, his hands gently caressing her breast. The boy sucked the nipple with his mouth and nibbled it with his teeth from time to time. She looked at him with motherly love and tenderness. The old man stood next to the bed and greedily looked at Soma's other breast, licking his lips. When she woke up, her breasts were full of milk, and she went to the bathroom to drain it.

The woman kept thinking that she really needed a second mouth. The old man could not suck out her milk completely. She thought about Ramesh and Salim. How did they manage to help her empty her breasts completely? For the next few days, Soma could not get the image of the boy sucking her breasts as if in a dream out of her mind. Could this be the solution to her problem? Soma thought. Meanwhile, Rasim did not even think of stopping watching madam. He was fascinated by her breasts and her tenderness. This had to be done in such a way that no one else could see it. A plan was born in the boy’s mind. For this, he needed to hide in the cupboard that was in the old man’s room. The boy had to do this before madam entered. After making sure that the old man was fast asleep, Rasim tiptoed into his room and climbed into the cupboard. He opened the door slightly so that the large bed on which the old man was lying could be seen. He knew when madam visited the old man. Having settled down, he began to wait, because no one would be able to find him here.  

A few minutes later, Soma entered the room. The boy tried not to breathe too fast. He saw Madam approach the old man and bend over him. The woman patted his hand to wake him up. "Grandpa, it's time to eat," she said quietly. He opened his eyes and looked at her. His hand cupped his chest, which was visible under his robe. He began to knead it. Soma pulled his hand away. "Take your time, everything will be yours," she said. Then she lay down on the bed, opened the hem of her robe and cupped her huge breasts with her hands. She pulled the old man towards her. Then Madam brought her nipple to the old man's lips. Rasim watched from the closet. He noticed Madam's impressive breasts and nipples. The old man greedily grabbed her nipples, loudly smacking his lips and drinking her milk with pleasure. She let the old man hold her breasts in his hands, then opened the other half of her robe, touched the other breast, lifted it and began to massage it. Rasim saw that milk was flowing from the other nipple. The boy was fascinated by everything that was happening; he almost fell out of his closet trying to see more. He really wanted to press himself against those big breasts again and feel motherly care. Soma did this, guessing that the boy was sitting in the closet and watching her. Lying next to the old man, who began to fall asleep after drinking her milk, Soma stroked her breasts, demonstratively showing them to the boy. The boy barely breathed and instinctively began to lick his lips. Something inside him reminded him of his not so idolatrous childhood. Perhaps the instinct of a child had awakened in him. After a few minutes, Soma got out of bed, straightened her robe and went to the closet. “Rasim,” she said, “I know you are here, you can come with me. Be careful, I will wait for you in my room. After a few minutes, he slipped out of the closet and left quietly. The boy approached the woman’s bedroom and knocked on the door. “Come in, Rasim,” said Soma. He entered and saw Madam standing by the bed in a robe. Soma looks at the boy and says, “Well, Rasim, did you see how I take care of my grandfather? Yes, Madam. I saw him drinking your milk. Why did you become his mother?” asked Rasim. He needed help, he could not eat normal food. His body was very weak. But my milk allowed him to eat and be strong,” said the woman. The boy looked at Madam’s breasts, which were bulging from under her robe. “Baby, you are looking at me with hungry eyes.” Do you also want my milk, baby? The boy’s face turned red with embarrassment. He looked down and said, “If Madam allows, he would very much like to taste her milk.” “Rasim, do you want me to be your mother?” — Soma asked. “Of course,” Rasim answered. “Then you will be my child.” With these words, the woman approached the boy. She opened her robe, revealing two large breasts. Rasim saw how they slowly moved. How large they were. Her dark nipples stood out in front of him. The boy saw how white drops of milk flowed from them.Is the baby hungry and wants his mother's milk? "What is it?" the woman asked. The boy nodded in response. Come closer, baby. Rasim walked up to Madam and, feeling the warmth of her body, pressed his mouth to her nipple. His lips were wet with milk and he licked them, tasting them. The boy's thoughts were in disarray, emotions overwhelmed him. Soma noticed Rasim's embarrassment. She began to stroke his hair and calm him down. In a gentle voice, the woman said to him, "Baby, don't worry, mommy will take care of you. Relax and drink my milk." Rasim opened his mouth and took the nipple. He awkwardly began to take it into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth from time to time. The woman winced in pain, but continued to press his head to her large breasts. "We need to lie down," the woman said. Rasim pulled away from the nipple and looked at her. He felt calm and connected to this woman. As if she had become his mother. Soma took off her robe and stood there in her panties. She sat on the bed, leaning back, and then laid the boy's head on her lap. Her breasts were right in front of his face, and her nipples were pressed against his lips. Rasim opened his mouth, and the woman pressed him so hard that she blocked the air flow into his throat. "Suck carefully, baby, don't bite your mother's nipple," she said. They both closed their eyes, and Soma stroked his hair with her other hand. The boy felt the tenderness and warmth of his mother emanating from her body as he tasted the milk. It was thick and sweet, like ice cream, and he liked it very much. He felt peaceful and surrounded by the care of his mistress. Sometimes he opened his eyes to look at her huge breasts, which he sucked. He imagined himself small in comparison to them. "You are a good boy," she told him. "Drink as much as you can and help your mother." The woman looked at his peaceful face. She saw him trying to work his mouth, sucking her nipple. Milk was running down his throat and Soma felt that her breast was empty. She gave him another breast and the whole process was repeated. When Rasim finished sucking, he felt tired and a little sore in his mouth, so he let go of her nipple and fell asleep. Soma lay down next to him and looked at the boy. A feeling of tenderness filled her heart.

Early in the morning, the boy woke up and opened his eyes. He saw Madame next to him. She was lying next to him, and her big breasts were exposed. The boy looked at her nipples, where pearl drops of milk glistened. Feeling a strong desire to touch them, he licked Madame's nipples. She continued to sleep soundly and did not notice his touch. Then Rasim wrapped his arms around her big breasts and took one nipple in his mouth. He started massaging it with his tongue, and milk flowed down his throat. Soma woke up, shocked by what she saw. She angrily pushed the boy away, saying that he should not touch her without her consent and that he would no longer receive her milk. Tears welled up in Rasim's eyes as he begged her not to deprive him of maternal care. But the woman remained adamant and asked him to leave the room. In the afternoon, Takun, who had been away on business for a long time, came and talked to Soma about his father's health and the situation in general. The owner was satisfied with Soma's work after visiting his father's room and noticing significant improvements in his well-being. Takun thanked her and invited her to stay for another week, significantly increasing the fee. "I filled the fridge with groceries because I'm leaving for another city soon," he said. When he left, Soma returned to her father's bed, and it was time to feed him. She stripped down to her underwear and climbed into bed with him. He began sucking on her nipple, kneading her massive breasts with his hands, and she lay and watched in silence. At one point, she felt sexually aroused watching him suck, and her panties got wet. Reaching for her clitoris, she began to rub herself. Accelerating her movements, she came violently, while the old man continued to torment her breasts. Soma felt an orgasm and stretched out on the bed. The old man stopped sucking her breast, having had enough of the milk. In a state of euphoria, the woman fell asleep next to her grandfather on the bed

Rasim was sitting in his room when Soma entered. The woman said, “No one must know about our relationship.” The boy looked at her and said that it was their secret. He asked her to let him breastfeed her because he, like his grandfather, needed milk. She came to him and opened her robe, exposing herself completely. Rasim sat down next to her and saw her large breasts swaying in front of him. “Choose what you want,” she said. The boy cupped her breast and took her nipple in his mouth, greedily sucking her milk, roughly kneading her breast. “Baby, you are so hungry,” the woman said. She pressed his head to her breast, feeling him nibbling her nipple. She warned him to be gentle, and Rasim began to suck even more gently. “Good boy, drink your mother’s milk and become strong,” she whispered. The other breast was hanging down, milk dripping from it, waiting for its turn. Rasim had an irresistible craving for fresh mother's milk and looked for any opportunity to drink from her warm and large breast. He often opened the door to the old man's room and watched Madam feed him with her milk, hoping that his grandfather would leave him enough food. The woman was happy and loved to nurse them both. She felt a deep maternal feeling when she fed them. The old man and the boy became obsessed with her milk and affection. After feeding the old man, she retired to her room with the boy, giving him her love and affection. Rasim lay for a long time on Madam's lap and fed on her milk, emptying her large breast. Sometimes Soma sang them a lullaby, gently stroking their heads.