Suckling AuntyRahul as child grew up with his aunt Smita. She treats Rahul as her own child and even Rahul treats her like her mother. Both of them share a very deep understanding for each other. Smita is a woman of 35, whitish complexion and waist long black hairs. As an Indian woman she wears sari and blouse which makes her look sexier than in any other outfits. Her bosoms’ are really huge and her blouse seems to hold her two beautiful breasts with real difficulty.
After having her own child she is breast feeding the baby who is 5 now, Rahul who is now 16 years old has always fantasized to suckle on those two huge milk bottles. As day passed he became more and more desperate to suckle on those huge milk bottles but possibly he couldn’t find a way out to this problem. One day accidentally he comes to the kitchen and finds aunt Smita is pumping out her breast milk onto the washbasin nearby. This was the first time when Rahul saw her open breast jiggling out of her tight blouse.
Her breast was well shaped and the nipple was highly protruded. Rahul stood by the corner of the kitchen and started watching the whole show. Rahul could see her right breast, swollen up and momentarily dripping milk out of the dark chocolate colored areolas. Rahul could hear aunt Smita moaning as she was squeezing her left nipple. Milk was spurting out of her breast and was filing the washbasin. Rahul couldn’t continue any more at this sight and he called aunt Smita slowly tapping at her back. Aunty where is my lunch I am feeling hungry.” said Rahul with a sense of fake astonishment.
Aunt Smita didn’t seemed a bit surprised and replied to Rahul with a smile ” Just a moment my dear. I will serve your lunch within a few minutes.” After that she turned to Rahul with her breast hanging out and gave him a gesture to go and sit in the table. After Rahul came back to table she milked her breast for a while and then came to the table to serve the lunch. Her blouse was still undone and Rahul could see those black tities ambushed under her thin cotton sari.
While having lunch Rahul’s full focus was on the two black nipples that was still leaking and was making a patch mark in her sari. With utter astonishment Rahul suddenly ask “Aunty Do you still have milk in your breast.”Smita gazes at Rahul’s face for a while without any reparation. And then burst into laughter.
Then speaks ” Yes I do have milk…a lot of milk that I have to drain it sometime to avoid pain. When you stay at school in afternoon and in late mid night when you are asleep I come to the kitchen to squeeze out my swollen breast to avoid pain and fatigue.”
Sorry aunty to interrupt you in…” Rahul hadn’t even completed his sentence when aunt Smita consoles her. “It’s okay my dear, don’t feel guilty about that. Instead I should be thankful to you about breaking the ice that I was planning to do from a long time back which became possible only for you my dear. Now I will be able to milk even in front of you and there is now no reason to hide myself in private to milk my breast.” After that they both started having their lunch but Rahul couldn’t concentrate on anything else other than those two gooseberry ****.
He was gradually becoming more and more desperate to suck those **** but he couldn’t somehow managed to. But then a fabulous idea came to his mind. But for the meanwhile he has to wait for night to come. In evening Rahul was studying and as usual Smita was guiding him sitting next to her. “Rahul if you can complete your mathematics home work on time, I promise I will give you whatever you want from me.” said Smita Aunty.
Rahul grinned and replied “Are you sure”.
Yes, anything you want,” added Smita. Rahul started to working on mathematics and completed it before expected time. Smita happily asked Rahul “so there you go my boy! What do you want?” Rahul replies with a sense of awkwardness in his face “Can I have your breast milk?” Smita thought for awhile and then replied “Yes you can but only after dinner and not any time in day.” as Smita accepts the proposal of breastfeeding, Rahul’s sunken face Seems to brighten up in a beam of hope and excitement to enjoy this heavenly pleasure.
They came to the dinner table and were having their usual soft conversation while having food. Rahul was getting restless to bite on the buttery skin of her aunt’s breast and now and then was trying to fondle with her boobs. Smita didn’t provide any resistance to Rahul’s activity but rather facilitates his naughtiness by asking him Rahul do you want to fondle my nipples? If you want to do that, then I will open my bra for you.” then she gets up from the table for a while and unhooks her bra underneath her blouse.
Even after unhooking her bra, the shape of the breast remains intact and doesn’t hangs down like jugs of other women. This heats up Rahul much more. Then she pulls the chair near Rahul and asks him “Now Rahul slid your hand under my blouse and squeeze the nipples until my blouse starts getting wet with milk.”Rahul slid his hand down her cleavage and was trying hard to reach one of the nipples but couldn’t as the blouse was so tight. He then pleads Smita “Aunty Can I unhook your blouse please. I am unable to reach your areolas.”
Oh Sure! Please be comfortable to play with my soft toys. And remember, don’t pluck them or squeeze them hard, it’s very delicate and pains a lot if mishandled said Smita. Don’t worry aunt I will take utmost care in milking you down. I promise to give you the most wonderful milking experience” said Rahul. Now slowly Rahul opens her blouse and slid the straps of her bra from her shoulder. Then he stands behind her back and started rolling his fingers over her areolas cupping both the breasts. This stimulated her so much that she made some low moaning noise in sheer enjoyment.
Rahul understood that his Aunty is experiencing height of excitement. So he came down to her lap slowly and pressed her right boob in his warm and moist lips and milk spurted out of Smita’s breast. Smita at this moment pushed him aside and made a mischievous smile. And said “Rahul you said that you want to drink my milk…but…”Rahul asks inquisitively “but what?”
Smita continues “but you never mentioned that you want to suckle on this heavenly chocolate colored areolas. Did you? I don’t think so. So now bring a cup from the kitchen I will pour my milk on it, then you can devour on it anyway.” Poor Rahul got trapped and did what his aunty offered him at last. He couldn’t dared to argue anymore because he felt that it may worsen the situation and leave him with desperation and nothing else. After clearing the dinner table Rahul went to bed to sleep. After a while aunt Smita accompanied him to bed. She was still wearing a bra under her blouse and changed her blouse for a tighter one so that Rahul couldn’t slide it in any possible means.
Rahul soon understood it when he tried to slide her blouse while she was asleep. At last failed in his attempt he restores back to his sleep. In the mid night Rahul wakes up hearing a low moaning voice. He gets up and finds aunt Smita moaning with discomfort and pain. “what happened aunty?” asks Rahul. My breast have swollen up so much that it has started hurting me” said Smita. Please open your blouse or it will hurt more. And if you are worrying about me then I promise that I will not fiddle with your ****.” said Rahul.
Smita got up opened her blouse and unhooked her bra but didn’t removed it completely, showing an implication of low trust toward his nephew Rahul. Rahul too felt bad mentally regarding his aunties attitude and he slept that night turning his back toward his beloved aunty. Smita also felt that what she has done was quite bad. But how would now convince Rahul to suckle on her breast. Even after removing the bra she was still experiencing the constant throbbing pain of swollen milk around her breast.
She gently taps to Rahul’s back and begs “Rahul my dear Child please suckle on my breast. It’s hurting me a lot. And now I can’t milk it anymore. It will hurt more.”I will suckle and relief you from pain but you need to promise me that you will let me suckle on those **** whenever I want to. Promise me.” demands Rahul. Ok I will…now come suckle on it fast.” said Smita in a pleading tone. Rahul jumped over her. Removed her bra very slowly, took one of the massive areolas in his mouth and started squirming it slowly.
But after few minute sucking when milk was still not coming out. Rahul took a drastic measure to end the problem. He squeezed the whole lumpy mass of breast with hands and pressed his teeth’s hard on the areola and started sucking violently. Uh you little goblin…slowly…they are delicate…uuuuhh oh god…slowly Rahul….Don’t tear it apart,” cried Smita. No aunty I will do that until you start milking like a cow. You better start milking or I will cut you breast apart,” said Rahul commandingly. After a few second of tormenting Smita’s breast started milking.
Still Rahul doesn’t loosen the grip of his teeth from the areolas. After the breast dries out Rahul shift to the other breast. In the meanwhile when he looks at the previous breast he was suckling. He founds his teeth marks engraved on her smooth creamy skin. Rahul taps on Smita’s cheek and finds she is half unconscious. Rahul looks at her subtle body. Every curve was filled with an sex appeal. For moment when he gets up he sees that her aunty’s hole is partly unleashed as the sari has got tangled. Rahul felt a throbbing on his **** by looking at the sight.
But couldn’t understand what to do. He was in a total confusion. He pressed his groins upon her auty and started to suck the other breast with more power than before. Rahul slowly my son…feel pity on me” cried Smita and tears rolled down her eyes.
Smita could feel the throbbing **** of Rahul between her legs and so she divided her legs more to enjoy the ecstasy. Smita was tempted to experience the dodge of the throbbing **** but couldn’t urge Rahul for that. In the meanwhile Rahul was devouring on the creamy black areolas which he was almost chewing with his teeth. After a while when the other breast’s also dries out Rahul starts licking Smita’s bosoms and rolling the nipples between his fingers.
“Rahul that’s enough for tonight now let sleep”