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This following story is the continuation of “lactating Surrogate Mother.†Before I continue with the story I should thank those readers who sent me wonderful, encouraging feedback. Without mentioning the names of two lovely women (one lactating) who sent me emails inquiring my place of residence I should tell all the readers. I live abroad and I am not in India. I have no plans of visiting the country in near future. It was getting late for Mala to catch the bus. She hurriedly prepared my breakfast, lunch and dinner. (All three!) I was reluctant to leave her. While she prepared the food in the kitchen, I hugged her from behind and caressed her breasts, kissed her neck and sucked her earlobes. Every few minutes, I kept on repeating, “emma, I want milk! I want milk!€I left her alone when she promised me to nurse me immediately on her return from her village. She urged me to eat my dosas but I could not. She changed into a new saree, bra and blouse. She kissed me on my mouth, (my left hand was on her breast) and said “see you in the evening.†No. I could not leave her. I hugged her “emma, emma, come back soon.†I wanted to suck her breasts there and then but she laughed telling me that she would be back before 9 p.m. And I can do whatever I wanted to do with her. Once again she kissed me, took the baby and then left the house to her parent’s village. She locked the house in the front. After her departure I took bath, and wandered in the garden for about thirty minutes. The image of Mala’s sensuous body kept returning back in my mind and my penis never lost its erection. I went back to the bedroom and stared at the empty bed. Then I spotted something under the bed. It was a small basket, and in it I found Mala’s bra and blouse. It was the same bra that was stained with her milk. I had an instant erection by touching it. It smelled of her milk and I took off my pajamas, wrapped her bra around my erect penis and lay down on the bed thinking of her. I fantasized about the things I’m going to do with her when she returns. I would wait until she places her baby in her bed and then I would remove her saree, and the blouse. I’ll
Kneel in front of her and kiss her pussy and then lick. Mala loved licking. I kissed the pillow repeatedly as if it was Mala’s face. Then I fell asleep. I do not know how long I slept. I got up, took a bath. I washed my penis thoroughly. Then I put on my pajamas, and sat in the garden. I hated to think about my family. I was very angry with my parents. They never loved me and they denied love. How wonderful if I could marry Mala. I’m not jealous of her husband. We could come to a satisfactory arrangement with her husband. I could sleep with her three days and he can be with her for four days. I remembered telling her that she should always nurse her baby first and then she can offer the leftovers. Then I remembered an incident. About a month and half before Mala was at our home along with four other women (all neighbors) and they were all busy sorting out flowers along with my mother. Her two weeks old baby cried and Mala took her in her lap and unbuttoned her blouse. At that exact moment (I was sitting and reading – slightly away from her but opposite to her – my mother’s back was turned to me) I lifted my head and saw Mala. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and unhooked her bra. Her plump left breast was released and the baby latched on to it. I had an instant erection. Mala looked up and noticed me observing her breast. She smiled at me and I smiled back. About five minutes later I once again looked at her. Now the baby was at her right breast, and her left her breast was exposed. I noticed a droplet of milk at the center of her dark brown erect nipple. My mouth was dry and I felt very uneasy. Mala noticed my staring, smiled and nodded her head in my direction. Mala had guessed my yearning for Mother’s milk. Thirty-year old Padma, also a lactating mother was sitting next to her and she noticed my staring at Mala’s lactating breasts. She too smiled. I recollected all these events. I was madly in love with Mala and I was longing for her and consulted the wall clock every few minutes. I could bear no more my solitude and I could not eat my lunch. Those ten hours were torture without Mala. The time was half an hour past eight. Finally I heard the door being unlocked. I put on pajamas and rushed to the door. Mala entered. Bolted the door and put a finger on her lip. The baby was asleep and I should not disturb her sleep. Mala brought the baby’s cot into the veranda and placed her in it. When she entered the bedroom I could stand no more. I rushed and hugged her from behind whimpering, “emma, emma,†and kissed her neck and her back a few times. Then I cupped her tits but could not speak to her properly as I was in a highly excited state. She sighed and then gently pushed my hands away. She turned and faced me. Without giving any warning I pulled her saree down. She was with her short skirt underneath. €œwaitâ€, she said. €œwe don’t have to go to my parents. We’ll be together for the next three weeks.†I was overjoyed. €œemmaâ€, I said and touched her breasts. She pushed them away. €œone more thing. You’re not going out. If you go out it’ll be in the evening. You’ll not visit your friends.†I was listening and at the same time staring at her tits. A second later we both moved to the bed and as she lay down next to me, she said, “i’m bursting with milk.†I pulled my pajamas down and she took off her blouse and bra. (This is the first time she took them off completely.)
Her breasts were heavy and I sucked and sucked. I was horny and told her: “emma, I want you, please, emma.†I mounted her and she took my cock whispering, “my baby, my baby.†I pushed into her slippery cunt and began to fuck. I did not stop sucking milk from her breasts. I felt giddy out of pure joy. It was as if I was in a delirium as I approached climax. As I discharged into her I became emotional and started crying. €œi don’t like my mom’, I don’t like my father.†She hugged me tightly whispering, “my baby, my son.†What a wonderful sex we had. It was worth waiting twelve hours! I lay down next to her and nursed at her leaking breasts like a small baby. She was in the height of her sexual excitement. €œi knew you wanted to nurse at my breast, she said as she caressed my limp cock. When I regained my erection, I asked her: “emma, I want to have sex with you.†Mala knew I was madly in love with her. I buried my face between her legs and went on licking her pussy. €œmy beautiful emma, my emma, I love you,†I said often. I spent more time licking, kissing before I slipped my restless cock into her. What a powerful orgasm she had! That day she became my surrogate mother. Those twenty days living with Mala is unforgettable. I hated my clothes. I didn’t wear them when I was with her in the house. Whenever I licked her pussy I always said, “you’re my emma, you’re my mamma.†As a teenager I was highly sexed and mad for her tits. She was my first love and the most important thing is her understanding of my innocent desires. I don’t feel guilty. Bathing together was a wonderful experience. I loved being given a bath. I ask Mala to wear only bra and nothing else and bathe me. During the bath I beg her to nurse me and allow me to kiss and eat her cunt but she refuses. I plead her, beg her and try to feel her breasts. But she refuses and goes on applying soap, wash my erect penis and bathe me. The teasing goes on. Then I wash her cunt. By the time bathing is finished we’re thoroughly aroused. After drying me with a towel she takes me to the Bed and allows me to eat her. How delicious it was. Then when I move up, the front portion of her bra is already soaked in her milk. Sometimes a stream of milk hits when she opens the bra. Then I nurse at one breast taking care not to empty it completely. While fucking my mom I nurse at other breast. I ejaculate before I could empty them. I always had powerful orgasms while sucking milk from the breasts. In the beginning I felt guilty for emptying her breasts that were meant for her baby. She laughed and said: “the more you suck, the more I produce. Anyway I produce a lot.†I don’t feel ashamed. She taught me licking, kissing and strangely how to nurse. I was a child as well as an adult. She had sexually satisfying life. We had sex on the floor, on the bed and standing. Even peeing became most pleasurable. Whenever I wanted to pee I asked Padma to help me. We both enter the lavatory and she’ll hug me from behind with one hand and with her right hand hold my erect cock. Then I pee. It was orgasmic. After cleaning my cock she leads me back into the room saying, “you’re a spoiled child.†I hug her pressing my cock into her body saying, “you’re my lovely emma. You gave birth to me.†Many times I found myself asking her to leave her husband and run away with me. Sometimes she cried. We gave each other pleasure. She never protested when I woke up in the middle of the night and requested her to nurse me or allow me to have sex with her. Mala was worried. I was in love. She heard me calling for her in my sleep. In addition I loved her baby. Whenever her baby cried I took her in my arms and urged Mala to nurse her. She laughed at my reaction. I loved seeing her nursing the baby. On our second day she told me something that startled me. As I was slipping into her cunt she said: “you should wear rubber when you do with Padma.â€â€œwhat rubber?€She did not reply but asked: “do you like emma?€“emma, I love you.†“do you like emma’s milk?€ “yes, emma.†I then mouthed her breast and sucked milk as I slowly fucked her. During these three days I learnt a lot about sex. Her whole demure personality changed when I just touched her ‘button’ with my tongue. She told me how much she enjoyed when sucked it.
Her husband never put his mouth there! We were giving pleasure to each other. After ejaculating in her cunt I rolled down. After a minute she said: “you can make women pregnant. You should be careful.â€..Then she taught me the secrets of ‘pregnancy’. I kissed her cunt repeatedly when I learnt that babies exit through them. She stood up, spent about 30 minutes going through the boxes and baskets. Finally she fished out a foil and ripped it open. It was the first time I saw a condom. After the birth of her baby (I mean three months later) she has undergone sterilization. It means no fear of pregnancy. Her husband refused to undergo sterilization. He thought he would become impotent! I was very inquisitive when she mentioned Padma. I asked her. She smiled coyly. I pulled her on the bed and squeezed her breasts. €œemma, I’m your son, tell me.†Then I placed my left hand and caressed her cunt gently. She gave a gasp. A second later she told something that surprised me. I was very much loved by three women. Then often talked about me. Mala, Padma and Saroja. All are mothers. They were really cross at my parents for beating me and constantly criticizing me. As she said all these things I regained full erection. She took my cock in her hand and whispered: “you want to put this in Padma’s?€ I gently inserted my middle figure into her moistened cunt and said, “you’re my emma. I love you.†She closed her thighs imprisoning my hand between them “don’t you want to suck Padma’s tits?€ I removed my hand, licked the fingers and mounted her and placed my Hands under her shoulders. She smiled and caressed my head. €œyou don’t reply†I was confused. I did not know what to reply. €œpadma likes you. When she was pregnant with the child, she told me that she wished you could fuck her.†I lifted but Mala did not open her thighs. €œemma, please, I want to have sex with you.†She shook her head. €œtell emma. Do you like Padma?€ Padma is younger, with large, round full breasts. Like Mala’s her tits are also filled with milk. €œi love you, emma. I want you.†Still she kept her thighs firmly locked. She shook her head. €œtomorrowâ€, she said caressing my head, “i’ll prepare meals early. Don’t come into the kitchen to feel my breasts or my body. You’re not going to have sex in the morning. You’ll bath alone. No crying will help. No milk either. Wear shorts and briefs under it. Padma will come at 10 O’clock. I’ll go to market to buy vegetables and eggs. I’ll not come back before noon. She’ll take off her blouse and will ask you to scratch her back. Don’t rush. Scratch her back for few minutes and move your hand to her side. If she doesn’t object then move slowly on her cleavage.†I was thoroughly aroused and mouthed her breast but Mala pushed back my head. €œemma,†I protested. She smiled at my impatience. €œunderstood?€“emma . . .â€â€œone more thing. Padma doesn’t know you’re having sex with me. You’ll not tell her.â€â€œemma, I’ll tell no one.â€â€œgood,†she said and opened her thighs but not wide enough. I rolled down and crept down and placed my mouth on her pussy. She widened and I began to lick and suck. Mala lifted her pelvis and twitched her body. A moment later she pressed my head and I continued with licking. A day before she pruned her pubic hair. €œmy emma, my emma,†I kept on saying while I licked and slurped her juice. After a while she went into spasm and pressed my head deep into her. I quickly moved up and Mala took my erect cock and pushed into her. €œemma,â€
I said and mouthed the leaking breast. A minute later I screamed. €œemma, my emma, emma.†She tightened her legs around my pelvis as I ejaculated into her. I had tears in my eyes when she whispered, “you’re my baby, you’re my son.†A few minutes later I rolled down. When I tried to put my hand around her waist she pushed it aside and asked me to sleep on the mat. When I refused she got up, unrolled a mat, placed a pillow on it and asked me to sleep on it. It was too much for me seeing her wonderful boobs hanging. I jumped from the bed and hugged her but she gently pushed me on the bed. The next morning I woke up with erection. When I tried to touch her she warned me. I had no alternative except to listen to her. I took bath, eat my breakfast, and feasted my eyes on my “emma†while she prepared food. Of course we conversed. It was on sex. She told about her husband, her parents and children. I was restless. I asked her repeatedly. €œare you my emma?€ She always smiled. €œyou’re my baby. You’re my son.†She had a big smile when I told her how pretty her pussy was, how sweet it tasted. She reminded me what I should do when Padma asks me to scratch. At ten past five Padma came into the house. I wore shorts but no shirt. When I saw Padma my mouth became dry. She wore a green cotton saree, a tight fitting light pink blouse. It was transparent and I could notice her bra concealing her large, globular breasts. She greeted me as she placed her baby on the mat. I quickly withdrew into the garden. They both began to chat. A few minutes later I heard Padma calling me. €œkanna, Kanna, come here and help me.†Thanks for reading. To be continued. . . . Feedback appreciated.
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