Yesterday, 12:03 AM
Title: Auntie's Touch
Scene 3
My eyes were still on her full, round breasts. The idea of milk immediately made me think of the sweet, comforting taste I loved so much.
Sunny: "I also want to feed on milk," I blurted out, without thinking. "I love milk."
Jayashree Auntie chuckled, a warm, melodic sound. "Sure, why not? Your mom told me you are always curious." She tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. "I am producing milk, see this milk drop coming from my nipple."
I watched, mesmerized, as a tiny bead of white liquid appeared at the tip of her dark nipple, glistening.
Jayashree: "You can feed, come sit in my lap." She patted her thighs, inviting me closer.
I didn't hesitate. I scrambled off the bed and onto her lap, sitting facing her, my naked lower half pressing against her soft, warm skin. Her arms wrapped gently around me, holding me close.
She guided my head towards her breast. The scent of her skin, a mix of something sweet and earthy, filled my nostrils. I opened my mouth, and she brought her nipple to my lips. It was soft and surprisingly firm. I latched on, just like a baby, and began to suck. A warm, sweet liquid filled my mouth. It tasted different from the milk I drank from a glass – richer, creamier, with a subtle, earthy flavor I couldn't quite place. I closed my eyes, enjoying the strange, comforting sensation.
After a few minutes, she gently pulled my head away from her breast. I opened my eyes, feeling a mix of contentment and a still-lingering excitement.
Jayashree: "I can see your penis is still up and not going down," she observed, looking down at my erection, which was still proudly standing. "You like this, don't you?"
Sunny: "Yes, Auntie," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. "It feels... good. Very good."
Jayashree: "How is the milk, Sunny? What is the taste like?" she asked, her fingers gently stroking my hair.
Sunny: "It's… sweet," I said, trying to describe it. "And warm. It tastes like… you, Auntie." I didn't know what else to say.
She smiled, a knowing, tender smile. "I can see that your penis is still growing."
I looked down. It felt even harder now, throbbing slightly. "It feels bigger," I agreed, a new wave of excitement washing over me. "And it feels... tight."
Scene 3
My eyes were still on her full, round breasts. The idea of milk immediately made me think of the sweet, comforting taste I loved so much.
Sunny: "I also want to feed on milk," I blurted out, without thinking. "I love milk."
Jayashree Auntie chuckled, a warm, melodic sound. "Sure, why not? Your mom told me you are always curious." She tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. "I am producing milk, see this milk drop coming from my nipple."
I watched, mesmerized, as a tiny bead of white liquid appeared at the tip of her dark nipple, glistening.
Jayashree: "You can feed, come sit in my lap." She patted her thighs, inviting me closer.
I didn't hesitate. I scrambled off the bed and onto her lap, sitting facing her, my naked lower half pressing against her soft, warm skin. Her arms wrapped gently around me, holding me close.
She guided my head towards her breast. The scent of her skin, a mix of something sweet and earthy, filled my nostrils. I opened my mouth, and she brought her nipple to my lips. It was soft and surprisingly firm. I latched on, just like a baby, and began to suck. A warm, sweet liquid filled my mouth. It tasted different from the milk I drank from a glass – richer, creamier, with a subtle, earthy flavor I couldn't quite place. I closed my eyes, enjoying the strange, comforting sensation.
After a few minutes, she gently pulled my head away from her breast. I opened my eyes, feeling a mix of contentment and a still-lingering excitement.
Jayashree: "I can see your penis is still up and not going down," she observed, looking down at my erection, which was still proudly standing. "You like this, don't you?"
Sunny: "Yes, Auntie," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. "It feels... good. Very good."
Jayashree: "How is the milk, Sunny? What is the taste like?" she asked, her fingers gently stroking my hair.
Sunny: "It's… sweet," I said, trying to describe it. "And warm. It tastes like… you, Auntie." I didn't know what else to say.
She smiled, a knowing, tender smile. "I can see that your penis is still growing."
I looked down. It felt even harder now, throbbing slightly. "It feels bigger," I agreed, a new wave of excitement washing over me. "And it feels... tight."
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