” Sure aunty… what can I do? ” I walked and stood in front of her. She rolled her saree pallu, her cleavage is still welcoming. Hooks of her blouse fully opened, and her left breast stood firm in the open air. Her red nipple was fully erect and feeling wet due to her milk and sweat of tiredness. I have no words to explain what happened to me at that time. I stood still untill she called my name.
“Suni.. my son… come here hold this cup under me.. ” she gave me the cup she held in hand. It only had some ounce of milk in it. I took it and placed under her nipple. She use her both hands now and started squeezing from the bottom of her breast, but the result was same. Apart from her greatest efforts she was only able to get out few drops.
” I was feeling tired, my hands lost their strength to squeeze.. could you please do it for me… I will hold the cup for you… ” she invited me to touch her soft and smooth milk melons.
I slowly moved my shakey hands on to her. I cupped her soft breast in hand, her nipples are hard enough to pierce my palm. When she hold the cup under her nipple I tried a lot to take her milk out. I also squeezed them from the base and result remains the same.
During my squeezing efforts my eyes fall on her other boob which looks full with the milk. I touched it intentionally for few times and felt the slight hardness due to filled up milk. “Aunty… why you are not trying this with the other one.. ?” I asked.
” It is reserved for the kid my son… she will need it soon after waking up… I can’t control her hunger by other way… ” she told me her helplessness.
“But we need only few ml to fill half of the container.. I may come for the other half in the evening… If you feel okay.. !?” I gave some solutions.
She was silent for a minute thinking about it. She finally agreed and said Yes. She moved her saree pallu to other side and folded up her blouse to show me her right breast. It looks slightly full and hard. The nipple was more darker and the sweat widespread.
When she placed the cup near this one, I started squeezing them with both hands. As we guess we get enough milk to fill half of the bottle. She capped the bottle and handed over me back.
Although my work is finished my mind still fix there. I was not ready to leave the place. Aunt also surprised to see me like this. ” What happened… ? why are you still looking at me? go run.. your father is waiting for you… ” she shodded my shoulder.
” Aunty.. I am feeling hungry… I didn’t have the breakfast… ” I want her milk to drink at that time
” Ohh my son… I had not prepared the breakfast yet… ” she feel cunning for me.
” No aunty… I don’t need that… Can you give me some milk from this.. ” my index finger is pointing her milk tank.
” You naughty fellow… this is not good.. I will give you sweat and warm cattle milk… ” she tried to take my focus out.
” Your milk is sweeter.. !! I know it… I had drink it so many times when it is excess than required for the medicine.. ” I am convincing her.
” Ohh my god.. you are killing me emotionally… I might give you if I had more production… could you please leave me now.. I may afford to give you in the evening… ” she was literally crying for her helplessness.