The Miracle

The Miracle
The Miracle 14 year old Deepu lay in his bed wide awake, scared and sad. His dad was drunk and shouting in the hall while his mom was in her bedroom crying. He wondered how everything went so wrong so quickly. A few weeks ago his mother had given birth to his baby brother. A child that his parents were hoping and trying for, for years. It was like a festival at his home. Unfortunately the baby developed some complications and died. It sent the family in to a deep tailspin. His father was drunk every evening, raving and ranting, thankfully not violent only vocal. He was a broken man. His mother was deeply sad. Deepu was lost. Not knowing what to do. That evening his Grandparents also left for their home, leaving this family to grieve on their own For a few days, Deepu was on his own, going to school, doing his home work. Winter vacations would start in a few days. His mom and dad now rarely spoke to each other. His dad had reduced his drinking but was still a sad man. The thursday before his vacations started his Dad left on work to another city for 2 weeks.Deepu returned from school to see his dad leaving. “take care of Ma, Deepu” his dad said as he got in to the taxi. “I will be back soon” That night after dinner Deepu went to his bedroom as usual. He awoke around midnight and as he lay there he heard his mom sobbing. He got up an went to her bedroom. His mom had married young and had Deepu immediately after. She was 35 years old. She looked beautiful when she smiled. Her milk-filled breasts added to the sensuality. She had full lips and long dark hair. A true beauty. As she lay in her bed sobbing in her night-gown, Deepu felt very sorry for her. He went upto her, put his hand on her forehead and whispered “Ma, are you alright?” His mother opened her eyes startled. She calmed down when she saw it was Deepu. “I am ok my son, I am just sad and lonely. I don’t know what to do.” Deepu sat down near her head, gently brushing her hair and wiping her tears. After a few minutes Deepu yawned with the sleep coming on. “come lie down with me Deepu” his mother said. Deepu slid under the blankets next to his mom and went to sleep. As he slept he dreamt of something soft a wet on his face, something smothering him. he awoke with a start. Peering in the darkness of the room dimly lit by the moonlight streaming in, he realized that in his sleep he had ended up sleeping with his face close to his mother’s breasts. He realized that couple of the buttons on his mother’s nighty were broken and that had exposed one of the breast. And it was leaking milk. Deepu looked at the engorged nipple with fascination. He had never seen one as a teenager. He could smell the milk. Almost as if in a trance, he extended his tongue and flicked at the droplets of milk on the nipple. And just as soon they were replaced with more milk. With a palpitating heart Deepu, moved in a took the nipple in his mouth and suckled. The sweet milk came gushing in as if a dam broke loose. His mother moaned in her sleep and pulled Deepu’s head closer. With that Deepu started sucking harder as the milk emptied in one breast he moved to the other. In that instant, his mother jolted out of her sleepy stupor. “oh my god, what are you doing Deepu” she asked in a shocked tone. Deepu felt really ashamed and embarrased “sorry Ma, I could not help myself. Forgive me” He said. Deepu’s mother looked at him deep in thought. “don’t be sorry. I was taken aback. It was good what you did. My breasts have been hurting since your brother passed away. I had to squeeze out the milk myself and its painful” Said his mom. With that she pulled him back into bed. “come my son, help me with the other one too” Deepu’s eyes lit up with joy as he fell back into bed with his mother gladly partaking of the nectar from his mother’s other breast. Both mother and son drifted off to a contended sleep. The next day Deepu’s mother called him after lunch and asked him “my breasts are sore, I need you to help me again” deepu gladly obliged. That night Deepu’s mother asked him to sleep with her so that he could help her if she wanted at night. That night she had a short dress on. Some time during the night Deepu’s mother shook him and offered her breast, in his deep sleep he opened his mouth and started suckling. As Deepu’s mom lay on her back he lay on the top of her with one leg on her sucking her nipple. Some time during the night his pyjama had come loose and as he moved it slid down. And his cock touched his mom’s bare legs. His teenage hormones kicked in and it was fully erect in seconds. Deepu was wide awake now. He had been having these erections in the past few months and couple of times he had woken up to find sticky fluids in his pyjamas. He’d not understood what it was. He was too shy to ask anyone about it. As he sucked on the nipple he slowly began humping his mom’s warm leg …oh it felt so good. His mom shifted a bit and now he was in between her legs. As the flow of milked ebbed, Deepu flicked on the nipples playing with them. His mom moaned and spread her legs. Her Short skirt moved upwards exposing her. Deepu got still and started humping again…. he realized his mom was not wearing anything underneath her dress. The coarse pubic hair cut short was brush on his cock sending waves of pleasure down his spine. As he did that pre-cum leaked out of his cock. His mom was now moaning and kissing his forehead. “oh Deepu” She said. She grabbed his buttocks and pulled him upwards while guiding him in to herself. His precum lubricated cock slid in to her aroused vagina like a hot knife into butter. For Deepu it was like a hundreds of pleasure bombs going off in his head. Instinct took over and Deepu began pumping away. His mother lifted her legs allowing him to go deeper. Deepu went off like a wild horse and in seconds came inside his mother.

He felt as if a velvet covered fist was milking out every last drop from his balls. He fell beside his mother feeling dizzy and tired. It was not like anything he’d felt before. When he awoke the next morning he saw his mother still in bed. Her hair tousled, breast rising and falling with each breath and then he looked down to see the pussy he’d fucked a few hours ago. He could see his cum on her thighs. He moved for a closer look. He was strangely drawn to it. He sniffed at it taking in the musty odors… it was not like perfume but it felt nice. He flicked his tongue at his mother’s cunt. And then just moved in to lick. His mother moaned. She grabbed his head and pulled it in. Forcing him to lick at her pussy. Her hips moved gyrating against his mouth while she moaned in ecstacy. Deepu was erect again. He mounted his mother again. This time it took longer for him to come but it felt as good. For 2 days mother and son fucked like wild rabbits. On the third day, Deepu’s mother stopped him. “This must stop. It is not right son. We are not supposed to do this” she said tenderly. Deepu was crestfallen. He had fallen in love with his mother in a different light. His raging hormones refused to calm down but he listened to his mother tears welling up in his eyes. “don’t you love me anymore” he sobbed. His mother touched his face tenderly as only a mother can and said ‘It is because I love you that we must stop. In time you will understand, but for now you will have to accept my word. Promise me never to speak about this to anyone, ever” “I promise Ma” Deepu said. His mother hugged him fondly and said “You are my miracle boy and you will always be special to me” That night he slept in his own bed. He tossed and he turned. His cock hard aching and longing for his mother’s cunt. As he rubbed it, he discovered the joys of masturbation. A few days later his father returned from his trip. Deepu’s mother welcomed his father home dressed up nicely, with a smile and spark in her eye. Deepu saw his father’s face light up. At dinner as his mother doted on both of them and bustled about the kitchen, Deepu could feel the vibes between his mother and father. He felt good and secure again, though there was twinge of jealousy. That night he lay in his bed and masturbated as he heard his mother and father having sex. A few months later his mother announced she was pregnant again. In time a baby boy was born. A couple of years later Deepu moved to college made his own friends and after college got a job. It was time for him to get married. His mother told him that she would find the right bride for him. Deepu looked across the room at the prospective bride. Then he glanced at his mother. she gave a knowing smile. The bride was almost like his mother 15 years ago. A full body with ample breasts, long dark hair & full lips. The marriage was fixed soon after. During the marriage his younger brother called out “good luck dada !” Deepu looked up to see his 14 year old brother. It was as if he was seeing his own reflection of 14 years ago in a mirror. And then it dawned on him. This miracle had kept his family, torn by tragedy, toegther and poured new life into it. Deepu looked at his mother with newfound admiration and love. NB: This story is a figment of my imagination and any resemblance to any person or situation is purely coincidental. I do not encourage sex with minors. If anyone wants to chat, discuss or share experiences, feel free to write to me at [email protected]