Busty breastfeeding milf Barkha and homeless guy – Part 8

Busty breastfeeding milf Barkha and homeless guy - Part 8
Ayaan’s POV: On Tuesday, at 2 am, Ayaan was playing games online with his online friends. Ayaan was playing for a long time, so he took a break and went to the toilet. After a minute, he came back from the toilet. He went towards his bedroom when he saw an ajar door with lights and rays coming out of his mom’s bedroom. He thought they might be discussing something important. “Maybe about my career?” At first, he thought he should let it go because it was too late at night, and he was playing games late at night. For this, he might get scolded by Barkha. But he wanted to see what they were discussing. Ayaan then moved toward the half-open door. He started to watch them secretly. Ayaan was completely shocked by what he saw now. His pupils dilated and he was completely dumbfounded. (Background noise) Barkha: Ugh… hmmm… Jeet: hmmm.. Barkha: Hmm… hmmm… Ayaan (in his mind): How did this happen? Ayaan (in his mind): What mom and dad are doing? [Background noise] Barkha: Ah… ahhh…. Barkha: Ugh…. akk… After watching for a while, Ayaan thought it was wrong to watch both of them almost naked. But he thought of avoiding seeing it in that condition as it is not ethical to see someone making love, but evil inside won’t listen to the heart, and he continued watching. Ayaan (in his mind): My mom’s boobs are so beautiful, my dad is so lucky to suck them. I used to suck them when I was a kid; I still remember she breastfed me till I was 6 years old. I wish I could suck them again. Thinking all this, he watched them and put his thumb in his mouth, just like a baby who sucks his thumb thinking it was his mom’s nipple. When he was watching them, he saw Barkha squeezing her boobs in Jeet’s mouth and milk was coming out from her nipples. Seeing this, Ayaan was very surprised and also very excited inside. At first, he thought, “How is my mom still producing milk? Because I studied biology and women only produce milk when they are pregnant,” Ayaan said to himself. Ayaan’s thoughts continued, “I don’t know how, but I want to taste it very badly. My mom’s boobs look very delicious.” Watching all this, Ayaan also got an erection. Ayaan: It… hurts! He was wearing a vest and shorts without underwear. He tried to avoid his hardness and kept his hand on his pants softly, but his erection was too hard. His penis automatically came out from his pants as he was also rubbing his pants softly and not wearing any underwear inside. Now his rod-hard penis was out, and slowly-slowly, he started to wank himself, watching Barkha breastfeeding her husband, Jeet. Barkha was completely unaware of this situation, that someone was watching her. She continued her actions without knowing anything. Ayaan was confused and excited. But he still thought it was wrong to watch his mom in such a position. But her expression was still in his mind and he couldn’t ignore it. Ayaan: I can’t watch them anymore, I should return to my room. Ayaan was still thinking about it when he was walking towards his room. “Hmph” He lay on his bed, in a starfish position sleep, Ayaan (in his mind): What happened? This is what they do? Does my dad have a milk fantasy? All I can see is her expressions. (Ayaan got a little flashback of Alex saying something about his mother.) Alex: Ayaan, I know you are my best friend, but man, you have hot milf in your house. Ayaan: Alex, you madarchod, she is my mom. Alex: Hey, chill bro, I’m just joking, Mamma Mia’ (in chunky pandey style) Ayaan: Fuck off. Present: Ayan (in his mind): Now I remember, Alex was right, my mom is a very beautiful woman, and has perfect tits and body. A perfect milf! He was still hard, thinking about all this, rubbing himself. Ayaan: I really have to lose my virginity or I will really go crazy. Phew… phew… let me sleep quickly. Then he closed his eyes and slept deeply. Wednesday at 10 am: Barkha and Jeet on the breakfast table eating their breakfast. Barkha called Ayaan, telling him to come for breakfast. He said, “Coming, mom.” Then he came down, had his sandwich, and ran towards the door without making any eye contact. Barkha: Ayaan… Aya… stop. Eat some food at least? Ayaan: No thanks, mom, I’m a bit late today. Saying this, he ran away immediately. When he was in college, he was just thinking about his mother and her facial expression the whole day. He couldn’t even concentrate on his studies. That day Alex was also absent. He couldn’t even understand what his teacher was teaching. His mind was in yesterday’s scene. Ayaan was a 18+ year old virgin guy and also very introverted. In front of the girls, Ayaan acts like a nice and very helpful guy. But generally, girls don’t like nice guys. So, he is never able to get close to any girl his age. But many guys in his class have talked about older women and milfs. And especially about his mom, they say Ayaan has the most beautiful mother in our friend circle. At first, he used to think they were appreciating her mom’s beauty. But now he understood what they meant. They all think my mom is a milf, especially this motherfucker Alex who spread this humor. “I am such a dumb guy, I never understand how beautiful my mom is”, Ayaan said to himself. When Ayaan was mumbling inside his head, his literature teacher, Manoj Pandey saw him. He threw a chalk, and Ayaan immediately came to reality. Manoj sir: Ayaan, stand up. Manoj sir: Chalo Ayaan, Shakespeare ki kavita bolo (Recite Shakespeare’s poem). Ayaan was blank inside his mind and confused about what to say about this. Manoj sir angrily stared at Ayaan and the whole class was observing Ayaan. He was confused about what to say. Then Manoj sir came near Ayaan and started lecturing him about his future. He lectured him for 20 minutes, and everyone was very happy because Manoj sir was wasting time lecturing Ayaan and they all enjoyed this moment.

Ayaan was embarrassed in front of the entire class. He was feeling ashamed. Everyone was giggling at Ayaan secretly. Then the college bell rang. Manoj sir then gave Ayaan a punishment, to write an essay of at least 5000 words. He agreed, and finally, it was break time. At night, 11 pm: It started at night time when Ayaan and Barkha were watching a movie together on the couch. Barkha was watching a movie when Ayaan came in the room with a bowl of popcorn just like always, and halfway through the movie they were snuggled up together, the bowl now empty. Ayaan and Barkha had always been close, and physical touch was very normal for both. They always kissed on the lips to greet each other, and admittedly, there were a few nights more recently since he turned 18 when one or both got tipsy that the goodnight kiss seemed to linger just a second longer than normal. They were sitting on the couch, she was sitting, her son was leaning against her shoulder, and it seemed like Ayaan was starting to fall asleep. Barkha: Honey, are you comfortable like that? Ayaan: Oh, hah, yeah sorry mom. I guess I’m starting to fall asleep. Barkha: Do you not like the movie? Ayaan: I do. It’s just been a long day, and I’m tired from homework. Barkha: I understand, baby. Do you want to get more comfortable? Barkha lifted her arm and re-positioned herself so that Ayaan could lean on her chest. And he did and they moved the blanket over both to snuggle. Barkha: There you go, baby. Now, if you fall asleep, you won’t hurt your neck. He nestled into her chest, and after a few minutes, she felt his breathing slow and knew he’d dozed off. Barkha looked down at him, admiring her son’s sweet, sleeping face. He looked so soft like this, despite the features of his face shifting into that of a young man’s over the last few years. She brushed his hair out of his face out of habit, and at the motion he turned towards her, away from the movie, rolling over on the couch and burying his face in the soft cotton covering her bosom. Barkha held him there, and all her maternal instincts softened even more deeply. She remembered years ago holding him exactly like this, his mouth sucking at her breast. Then she smiled to herself, remembering, and then was surprised when she felt something different wash through her. She didn’t forget until just then how often she got aroused during breastfeeding, and that he had frequently sucked so hard many times early on in his life. Back then, she felt ashamed and worried even though she was weird for enjoying it. Barkha was surprised she didn’t forget about it until just now, but she must have simply put it out of her mind. Now, with him lying there and remembering the way his soft, little mouth had brought her to orgasms all those years ago. She looked at his mouth and caught herself wondering what it would feel like to have it on her breast again. She knew it was wrong, but she was aroused to the point that she didn’t care. She bet if she just lifted her shirt and pulled her tit out, he would latch on like muscle memory, still asleep. Her t-shirt was already halfway up her belly from when he rolled over, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Careful not to wake him, she pulled up her top and revealed her left breast only, dropping it slowly and carefully onto his face. The warmth of his skin and breath against her sent chills down her body and between her legs. This was it. She was going to feel her son’s lips on her breast again. Barkha went to reposition her breast when, without her doing anything, sure enough, her son moved in his sleep and latched on. She wasn’t prepared for how hard he sucked right away and she caught her breath, letting out a small yelp. It felt good… really good. He was sucking and slurping at her breast, eagerly trying to drink her milk, and she loved it. She let him drink her breast milk, Ayaan unknowingly sucked her breast and drank her milk, though watching and feeling a strange combination of motherly love and deep arousal. The arousal was only intensified by the shame and thrill she felt knowing how taboo it was that her son was sucking on his mommy’s titty again after all these years. To be continued.