Busty breastfeeding milf Barkha and homeless guy – Part 9

Hello guys, I just want to inform you that I have changed Harshu’s name to Alex. From now on, Alex and Harshu are the same person.

Ayaan was deliberately sucking and drinking Barkha breast milk and he was faking and acting this whole time. He confirmed that his mom is lactating and breastfeeding his dad.

Barkha was unaware of this, and she was patting his head gently. She was completely unaware that Ayaan was acting, and he was watching her all the time.

Ayaan was drinking her milk, and his mouth was full of her milk. But he was a desperate and lonely boy inside and looking for an opportunity to lose his virginity. He never thought bad about his mother. But his body hormones are now finding Barkha as the most attractive woman. He wants to explore more, but he is not getting any confidence to move forward.

But Ayaan was looking at Barkha, closing one eye and seeing her mother’s facial expression from the other eye. He was watching her.

But Barkha was enjoying this thrilling movement. She started to get wet inside. She adjusted herself as Ayaan was putting one leg on her thighs. So she gently moved a bit and put her hands inside her panty and started to finger herself.

Ayaan was dumbfounded seeing this. Watching her, he was getting an erection. His dick now was hard like an iron rod and started to poke Barkha’s body. Ayaan slowly rubbed himself against Barkha. He thought Barkha would never notice this.

She was having a deep orgasm when she became immediately conscious. “Good, god, you’re awake?!” She gasped and tried to move away, but his body weight held us in the exact same spot, despite her jump.

Ayaan then lied to Barkha and said, “Yeah… I woke up a few minutes ago when I heard a TV sound and your breast was in my mouth,” he laughed. “At first I freaked out like, wtf am I doing?! But then I realized I had been having a sex dream where I was sucking on some tits and realized, holy shit, I’m sucking on my mom’s breast.”

Barkha blushed, shocked to hear her son saying these things to her. He continued.

“Then I was like, well shit, how’d I get here? But it all happened in like 2 seconds. Before I knew it.”

Barkha: “So, you were sucking on my tits intentionally? Trying to…”

Ayaan: “Make you cum? Well, yeah. I haven’t ever heard a woman cum just from playing with her breast. But I had heard it could happen, so when you were getting so into it, I wondered if it was possible.”

She had to take a second to process everything. What had started as an innocent cuddle with her son had turned into me very wrongly putting him into a sexual position against his consent. Then, she secretly, so she thought, had an orgasm with her son sucking on her. Now, apparently, he had done it on purpose, and he was acting very chill about it. Did that mean…

“Did you like it?” Barkha blurted out.

“Well, yeah,” He said, smiling, and his cheek pressed into her breast with his smile. Then, he reached a hand up and fondled her breast again, causing her to gasp and sigh.

“Honey, okay, well, that’s good, I guess. But this is still very wrong, and I shouldn’t have done it. I’m your mother, and this just isn’t right. I’m glad you’re not upset, but we should stop now.”

“Stop?!” Ayaan said, reaching for her shirt and pulling her other breast out, exposing it with a bounce and turning to pull himself onto his side for a better angle. “I don’t think so.”

“AYAAN!” She protested, but before she could say anything else, her son was expertly massaging both her breasts and suckling on each one, popping each nipple in his mouth with a sharp suction and wiggling his tongue across her areolas.

It felt exquisite, and not unlike the very thing she often asked her husband to do while she touched herself on nights we masturbated together.

“Ayaan…” She sighed again, losing her will to fight it. He stopped, pulling back and looking into her eyes, leveling himself with her gaze.

“Mom, it’s okay. I mean, yeah it’s weird as shit and I’m not going to tell my friends or anything,” (we both laughed), “but… You’re gorgeous. Like, stupidly hot.” She smiled, flattered, and was a little surprised.

“Honey, I’m too old to be hot,” Barkha laughed, surprised to hear herself saying it since she actually knew she was hot shit. She worked out but still had her curves, took good care of her appearance, and had fair skin.

More than anything, she knew confidence was key to looking and feeling sexy, and she did feel sexy. But, you know, to other 40-year-old men. Not young, barely grown boys. So she guessed she was surprised to hear him saying those nice things.

“Um, okay, say what you want. But I’ve seen the way Dad looks at you and touches you. And I can see what he likes. I like it too.”

“Like a father, like a son,” she muttered to herself incredulously.

“Mom… we don’t have to do anything else, but… can I kiss you?”

Barkha didn’t know how to respond, so she just sat there, suddenly feeling like a schoolgirl on a first date, not the feisty cougar who just shoved her tit into her son’s sleeping mouth.

Before she said anything, her son saw the look of desire and girlish innocence in her eyes and leaned in, holding her cheek like the boys do in the movies.

She felt his hard, muscled chest press into her bare chest, and he looked into her eyes one last time before locking his lips onto hers. His lips felt so familiar, so warm and soft. Barkha realized as he moved his mouth on her that it felt just like his father’s.

She was mortified and deeply turned on at once. She must stop this, Barkha thought to herself. What if Jeet finds us? But something about the fear of being caught by his father (her husband) only lit the fire anew in her body, and she had to have more.

She opened her mouth, and their tongues met in the middle instinctively. Soon her son was over her body, mouths still locked, his knee pressing her legs open, and they were making out. His hands were all over her body- her arms, her breasts, her stomach. She flinched when he touched her stomach, but he pulled away, forehead pressed into her, and grabbed a handful of her curvy belly.

“It’s okay. I like it.” Ayaan said, and she unraveled further, his lips and soft bites traveling down her neck to her collarbone. She must stop this. “I must… I must…”

Barkha found her hands trailing around his middle, feeling the tight, thin frame of her son, and a thought occurred to her that he was younger and smaller than her husband had been when they met. In fact, she had never been with a boy her age, since she’d had sex for the first time with older men in her college time, “except with Faiz, he has a different problem,” and… never anybody her own age. I guess now the tables have turned.

Without allowing herself to think, Barkha pulled his shirt off, breaking their sloppy kisses, and started fiddling with his pants. She looked down and saw the hard bulge pressing relentlessly at the crotch of her son’s pants. She felt almost compassionate, aiming to free his poor, trapped member.

Yes, “mom,” he breathed as she undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. He stood, dropping them, and his boxers with them, and she was suddenly met in the face with her son’s hard erection. Then he looked down at her, suddenly looking less of the man like his father and a little more like the boy his age that he was. She felt so dirty for what she was doing.

But then he grabbed at her chest, one full breast spilling over each hand. Barkha was lost in the moment once more. Barkha stood, too, standing just a few inches taller than her boy, and with a single motion, dropped her sleeping pants and undies. Now it was just them, mother and son, woman and man, girl and boy, two naked people standing before each other.

To be continued…