Karun was lightly rubbing around her now stiffened left nipple, her excess milk dribbling from the rough nub and tickling her as it trickled under her breast.
Jagat was gently caressing over the upper bulge of her right breast, his hand just brushing against Niru’s cheek as he came closer and closer to her nipple.
Their touches were becoming more sexual; she realised and felt her body stirring in response deep inside.
Her groin felt moist and hot and she was aware she was getting turned on by her son and his friend.
She knew she should stand up now and leave the room and end it; but her body told her to just enjoy it.
So, instead of leaving, she transferred Niru to her other breast, exposing her right breast fully to Jagat’s sight and touch.
As though this was her sign of approval, the boy immediately cupped her breast in his hand and ran his thumb over her moist nipple.
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Milk still seeped from it and the boy seemed fascinated.
“Does it feel nice?” he asked Kaviya, his eyes looking up innocently at her, a slight little smile on his full lips.
“What?” she replied, smiling back at him? “You are touching me or Niru suckling?”
Jagat’s smile widened and his eyes lost some of their innocence as he took hold of her nipple between his thumb and finger, a deliberately sexual touch this time, his eyes locked on her’s.
“Us touching you will do,” he responded, squeezing her nipple and causing Gauri to draw breath as a tingle rippled down to her groin.
“But I meant does it feel nice when your milk comes out?”
Gauri could only nod.
She was aware Karun had moved back and was following their conversation with the same sort of smile as Jagat on his face.
Niru was asleep at her breast, her mouth around, but not touching, her nipple.
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She swallowed nervously.
She knew what was going to follow this.
She guessed she had realized right from the start.
Jagat’s touch and the look on the boys’ faces told her she had let this go too far all ready.
But she didn’t want to stop it.
Not now.
That time had passed a minute or two ago.
“Why don’t you put Niru back in her cot, Karun,” Jagat said, his eyes not leaving Gauri’s. “I think we can make your ma feel nice for a while longer without the baby. What do you think, Gauri?”
Gauri sat still, her heart fluttering. “I…You…Its not….” she stammered, but her voice was too shaky.
She had lost control of this situation and felt like a little girl again.
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She was mesmerized by Jagat and the way he had taken control.
She was only dimly aware of Karun taking Niru from her arms and getting up from the lounge – her awareness centered almost fully on the boy beside her fondling and squeezing her naked breast and nipple.
“Karun and I thought you might like to let us drink from your tits,” Jagat said softly as Karun left the room. “You’re a really gorgeous looking woman, Gauri, and we’d like to look at you and who knows….?”
He let the sentence hang and Gauri felt her breathing quicken.
The boy pushed her kamiz back from her shoulder. “Why don’t you take it right off?” he asked her. “I’d like you to.”
Gauri slowly removed the kamiz, letting it drop behind the lounge as she pulled her arm free.
She felt as though she was hypnotized, as though she had no will of her own.
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Her sexuality and her needs had taken control of her under Jagat’s sensual presence.
“Hmmmmmmm. Very nice,” the boy murmured, his hands stroking both of her breasts now, making no pretense that it was an innocent action.
He was very experienced, she realized and wondered fleetingly where he had learned as he teased and kneaded her firm flesh.
Karun came back into the room and gaped when he saw Jagat fondling his half-naked mother so shamelessly.
But he hesitated only for a moment before resuming his seat beside his mother.
“Your ma’s got gorgeous tits, buddy. Have a good feel,” his friend said, winking at him.
Karun’s heart pounded as he took hold of his mother’s breast.
They had done it!
Jagat had been right.
His mother was easy to arouse and was going to let them do things with her!
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He weighed her breast on his hand, her firm roundness heavy and warm.
His thumb grazed her nipple and she moaned softly.
“You…sh..sh..shouldn’t….” she said, but made no move to stop the boys. Her breasts still leaked milk and the boys smeared it over them. The more they stimulated her nipples, the more her milk flowed.
“You ever tasted your ma’s milk, Karun?” Jagat asked.
The boy shook his head.
“I reckon we ought to try it, don’t you?” his friend urged. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Gauri?”
Before she could answer, the young lad bent his mouth to her breast and took her stiffened nipple into his mouth.
She gasped as he began sucking on her like a baby.
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Karun watched for a moment, seeing Jagat kneading his mother’s breast as he suckled her, white milk appearing at the edges of his mouth as he drew it from within her spongy breast.
Then he leaned in towards his mother, smelling her familiar, warm smell as he closed in on her breast.
Her nipple jutted out stiffly, droplets of milk trickling from it and running under her breast.
Karun pressed his mouth over it, his lips clamping around and he began instinctively working on it to increase her flow.
The warm, sweet taste of her filled his mouth, bringing with it distant memories of familiarity from his own babyhood.
He swirled his tongue around and under the stiff nub, pressing it up to the roof of his mouth and feeling his mother’s breathing quickening with the rise and fall of her breasts.
The two boys suckled her for several minutes and Gauri was almost overwhelmed by the sensations they created.
They were rougher and more forceful than a baby, which was more exciting; and both of them seemed to instinctively know how to stimulate her beyond just getting her milk to flow.
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They manipulated her nipples and fondled her breasts in a way that aroused her sexually and her pussy was getting quite wet and heated between her clenched thighs.
“Relax, Gauri,” Jagat said, pulling away from her breast but holding her firmly.
“You know you like it. Just let yourself relax. Karun and I will make you feel real good. Won’t we, Karun?” He squeezed her breast gently and nuzzled his face into the sensitive nape of her neck.
Gauri felt goosebumps spring up over her skin.
This boy really did know what it was all about, she thought.
But Karun? How did he know what to do?
Her thoughts were confused and flitted from panic to desire.
She wanted the boys! Both of them! Even her own son!!!
“Watch this, Karun,” Jagat said and he took hold of Kovita’s nipple and squeezed it.
Several thin streams of milk squirted out, going in different directions and leaving a trail of wetness down the woman’s skin and over her pajama.
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“Oh, sorry,” the boy apologized as they saw the red material of her pajama darken as it was wet.
He squeezed another burst of milk from her.
“I guess you’d better take your pajama off,” he said smiling as more streaks appeared on it.
His fingers followed a trickle of milk that was running down her skin and making a damp spot on her pajama at her waist.
“We don’t want to stain it, do we?” He eased his fingers beneath her waist band and began pushing her pajama downwards.