After that, Mom told her, “At her age, she had very good milk, and I used to drink this all day.” She just looked at me and smiled. She was wearing a Punjabi dress that day and looking very hot. I got very excited by their talks. Then Mom hung up the call.
I asked her how the baby and aunt were doing. Then I asked her about me when I was a child. She jokingly said, “You just loved to drink my milk all day.” After hearing this, I asked her how the milk tasted. She said she didn’t know. We remained silent for about 1 min.
Then I asked her whether I could taste the milk now. I want to experience how it feels. She said, “How can you taste now? You are grown up.” I said, “I want to drink your milk and taste it.” I tried to convince her, but she denied it.
So I went to my bedroom and locked the room from inside. I didn’t go to lunch. She asked me for lunch, and I didn’t reply to her. She came again at night to ask me for dinner. She was knocking on the door and calling me. She said, “Open the door. I want to talk to you now.”
So I opened the door, I sat on my bed quietly. She asked me what had happened. I said, “You don’t love me. You don’t care for me.” I got my eyes full of tears. She felt bad. She hugged me and said, “I love you, I care for you. But you are an adult now. You can’t drink my milk.”
I said, “But I’m your som mom, and I want to taste it.” She said, “I don’t have milk now. You can’t drink anything.” I said, “You are lying to me, Mom. You don’t love me.”
She said, “Okay, tomorrow you will see there’s no milk. We are not doing it again.” I agreed with her. She said, “Let’s go to dinner. Your dad also came from the office. Let’s have dinner together.” We had our dinner together. Then we went to our rooms.
I was very excited and happy. I could not sleep that night. I was awake all night thinking about how I would suck her nipples. Then I searched on the internet about sucking. I got to know about some techniques of sucking from there. I was waiting for the next day. I slept at around 4 am.
I was thinking all night about Mom. How will it taste? How am I going to do it? And many other things. As I slept very late, I woke up at around 11 am the next morning. As I woke up, I started thinking about Mom. I was very nervous.
I got up from my bed and then searched for my Mom. I heard the sound of water coming from the kitchen. Then I went to the kitchen. She was doing her work. She was wearing a maroon saree. I got a hard-on.
I hugged her from behind and said, “Good Morning!” She replied, “Good Morning.” I put my hand on her stomach. From behind, she moved around and said, “Go and get a bath,” then I took a bath. Then after taking a bath, I again went to the kitchen where she had completed all her work.
She said, “Get your breakfast done, eat something,” I said, “I just want your milk, mom,” in a very low voice. She heard it but didn’t react to it. We both were very nervous after that.
After 10 minutes of silence, I said to her, “Give me milk now.” She replied, “Okay, do you want it here?” I replied, “No, let’s go to your bedroom where I can drink milk comfortably.” We both went to her bedroom. She was very uncomfortable.