This is the story of how my mother and I became lovers when I was sixteen and how our relationship became more intimate later.

My mother’s name is Bharathi Devi and my name is Shiva. My mother was married at the age of sixteen to my father when he was fourty years old, after his first wife died. I was born the same year they got married. After me, mom gave birth to two girls and a boy. They had us slowly and spaced out quite a bit. My little brother was born just a few months before this story starts.

It was the new baby that started our affair. My beautiful mother, who was only thirty-two years old at that time, used to breastfeed the baby, as she had done all of us. As a young man of sixteen, I was attracted by her breasts, which were extremely shapely. At home, my mother did not wear a bra (nobody wore bras in our village) and her breasts would jiggle nicely inside her blouse as she walked. Her nipples would be pushing the thin tericotton material of her blouse and sometimes, her blouse would be slightly wet with milk from her breasts when they got too full.

I developed the habit of watching her breasts as the baby sucked on them. My mother would not completely open her blouse, so I could only get glimpses of her nipples and aureoles as the baby sucked. But those glimpses drove me crazy. My mother’s aureoles were brown in color and her nipples were slightly reddish, because she was extremely fair in color. I memorized the times she breastfed the baby and I would position myself conveniently so that I could watch her breasts, while pretending to read my books. I never imagined that my mother would be aware of what I was doing. It was after the baby started getting indigestions that the first event happened.

One evening, there was nobody at home except my mother, the baby, and me. Mother asked me to sit by her side and said, “Shiva, you must stop watching my breasts when I feed the baby.”

I was scared out of my wits that my mother knew what I was doing. I could not say anything.

But my mother continued, “Your watching is causing the baby stomach problems because the milk is changed.” She did not say what changed the milk. “Are you jealous of the baby? Do you want some milk too?”

I was extremely embarrassed, but I was glad my mother was not angry at me. I just sat quietly. Then my mother said, “Look here. You are also my baby, and I have given you milk from these breasts before. So I do not mind feeding you again from these breasts. Tonight, after everybody is asleep, you can suck my breasts and satisfy your desire. But you must promise not to watch anymore when I feed the baby and not to tell anybody about this. OK?”

I simply nodded my head and was glad to run out of the house to hide my embarrassment. But I was eagerly waiting for the night.

Our village house was small, as all other houses. There was a kitchen and one room and a verandah outside. My father always slept in the verandah because it was cooler there. The front door was latched on the inside, and if he wanted to come in, he would have to knock and wake somebody to open the door. My mother, my two sisters, and the baby all slept in the one room side by side. That was the arrangement in all houses in the village.

That night, after my father had gone to sleep outside and my sisters and the baby had slept, my mother whispered in my ears, “Shiva, come to the kitchen.”

My heart was pounding with anticipation as I followed her to the kitchen. There she laid down and asked me to lie beside her. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and thrust her right nipple in my mouth. I eagerly took her nipple between my lips and started pressing it. But milk was not coming.

Mother laughed and said, “Poor boy, you have forgotten how to suck my breasts. It has been a long time. Here, take more of my breast in your mouth and suck on it. Then you will get milk.”

I did as she told me, and her sweet milk started flowing into my mouth. My mother drew me closer to her and hugged me. After a few minutes, when milk stopped coming from her right breast, Mother asked me to take her left breast in my mouth, and I enjoyed milk from that breast until it was also empty.

Mother said, “Is that enough, baby? Come; let us go to the hall before somebody wakes up.”

But I said, “Mother, please let me continue sucking your breast a little more. It is so warm and soft in my mouth.”

“OK, Shiva. Only a little while.”

I took her warm breast in my mouth again and gently pressed it with my lips and tongue. Then I cupped her other breast in my hand and started caressing it.

After a while, Mother said, “You like mummy’s breasts. Don’t you, Shiva?” and she hugged me closer to her.

Mother’s voice was unsteady a little bit, and I became aware of her heavy breathing. I do not know how long she let me suck her breasts, but I was disappointed when she said, “Come Shiva, let us go to the hall. Enough for today. Remember, not a word to anyone and no watching when I feed the baby.”

I said “Yes, ma,” and we got up and slept in our usual places. The next day, my mother’s breasts looked more attractive to me than usual. I did not watch her when she fed the baby, but I kept looking at her breasts all other times. When she saw me looking at her breast, Mother smiled gently and adjusted her sari so that it fell between her breasts, and both her breasts were exposed to my view. I was thrilled and enjoyed the nice movements her breasts made inside her blouse as she moved about. I also noticed that her nipples were more prominent than usual today, and that made my mother look lovelier.

That night, I was lying in my bed, impatiently waiting for my mother to call me. After making sure the children had slept, Mother whispered, “Shiva, let us go to the kitchen.” We went to the kitchen and closed the door.

We laid down side by side, and Mother opened her blouse for me. I hugged her tight and took her right breast in my mouth and sucked her milk. There was a lot more milk than the previous day in both of her breasts. After I emptied both her breasts, Mother said, “Did you have enough milk today, Shiva? I gave the baby cow’s milk so that you can have more milk.”

I was thrilled and hugged her tight.

“Thanks, Ma, your milk and your breasts are so sweet, and thanks for showing me both your breasts during the day”, I said.

Mother said, “I am happy to show them to you, Shiva. I was a little bit embarrassed because my nipples were erect the whole day and were pushing my blouse out more today.”

“Ma, your erect nipples made you look more beautiful today. But why did they become erect, Ma?”

“All because of your sucking and fondling yesterday, Shiva.”

“Ma, does my sucking and fondling hurt your breasts?”

“No, silly boy, Mummy feels so nice about your sucking and fondling. That is why her nipples become erect. Now enough of this talking. Here, suck this breast and fondle the other one.”

I simply obeyed her. I continued my courtship with my mother’s breasts for a long time until we heard the baby crying.

“Shiva, let me go and feed the baby. Stay here. You can continue when I come back, OK?” and buttoned up her blouse and went to the hall. After fifteen minutes, she came back.

This time, I unbuttoned her blouse and instead of sucking her breasts, I kissed them fondly. Mother was excited. I sat against the wall and asked my mother to lean on me and cupped her breasts from behind and gently fondled them. I caressed her nipples slowly and they became erect. I kissed her neck, moving her mangal sutra aside. I could feel my mother trembling against me. After a little while, Mother said, “Shiva, we should not let this go out of control. Otherwise, we won’t be able to enjoy even this. Mummy has some milk now in her breasts. Just suck it and let us go to sleep. OK?” and gave me her breasts.

I sucked all the sweet, warm milk out of them and then we went to sleep.

From the next day, Mother strictly limited our nightly affair to one hour. But she continued to display her breasts for me during the daytime and also gradually stopped breastfeeding the baby and gave me all her milk to suck. Since there was too much milk for her to hold the whole day, she asked me to come home at lunchtime from school so that she could feed me. In the evening, she asked me to come home without going for playing, and I had a feeding in the evening too. This went on for three months. Of course, my father never knew anything about our affair. But somebody else came to know about it – my grandmother, my mother’s mother. She lives in a village about 20 miles from us, where we have our ancestral property and house. She visits us every three months, and we go to her place for all major temple festivals. She came on her regular visit to stay for a week.

My mother had warned me to keep away from her during Grandma’s visit. I was not going to get any milk, and she wouldn’t show her breasts to me. That was going to be torture, but Mother said it is better to suffer a week rather than lose our affair forever. But she did not count on grandmother’s keen observational skill and on her milk-making breasts. The third night after Grandma came, Mother called me to the kitchen. I was surprised. With Grandma sleeping in the hall, how could we play in the kitchen? By the time I got to the kitchen, Mother had her blouse already open and thrust her breast in my mouth. The breast was, of course, bursting with milk, and I had my stomach full of her delicious milk in fifteen minutes. Then I asked her about Grandma. She explained that as soon as she came, Grandma noticed the change in my Mother. She felt that Mother was happier than she ever was, and she had a glow about her body which was totally new. She also noticed that the baby was not comfortable sucking her breast milk because it had become unused to it for three months. If Mother had still milk in her breasts and if she was not giving it to the baby, what was she doing with it?

Grandma put two and two together and confronted Mother. Mother had to confess and tell her everything about us. But to her surprise, Grandma said Mother’s happiness is her happiness, and since it was now both her daughter’s and grandson’s happiness, she completely approves it. So I again had my Mother’s beautiful breasts to taste and fondle, now with the additional blessing of my Grandma.

The next day, Grandma smiled mischievously at me, and I felt a little shy to look at her. But when Grandma was leaving back for her village, she gave me some money and whispered in my ears, “Bring flowers every day to your Mother and put them in her hair. OK? Make her more happy. She will give you more happiness.”

I did not quite understand what the meaning was. Anyway, the next day, I brought flowers for my mother when I came home in the evening. Mother was surprised but did not wear them immediately. But when we went to the kitchen that night, mother had the flowers in her hair and she smelled heavenly. From then on I continued to bring flowers every day which mother used to wear when we got together in the kitchen.

Another three months went by and something else happened which took our love affair to the next level. There was a communal riot in town and all schools were closed for two weeks. Since Dussehra was coming after those two weeks, that meant no school for a month. Since it was unsafe to stay in the town during the riots, my father asked mother to take the children, including me, to grandma’s village and stay there for a month. His office did not close, so he would stay in town. So, mother and myself with the two girls and the baby took the bus to grandma’s village. From the bus stop, we took the horse cart and when we reached grandma’s house, she welcomed us nicely.

She took the baby from mother and told her, “Bharathi, you are becoming more beautiful day by day. Is Shiva bringing you flowers every day?” and winked at me.

Mother felt very shy and said, “Ma, please, not in front of the girls.”

“Look at her, blushing like a teenage girl. You have really made her a lot younger Shiva”, my grandma said.

After we relaxed a little bit, mother and grandma went to the temple for the evening pooja. When they returned, they cooked a nice dinner for us and we all ate heartily.

When we were ready to go to bed, Grandma said, “Shiva, you go to the upstairs room. I have put your box there. I will take care of the children downstairs.”

I was wondering what Mother was going to do. I looked at her. But she was demurely looking at the floor, avoiding eye contact with me. I went upstairs, confused. The upstairs room was a surprise to me. It had been whitewashed. There were festive decorations on the wall and floor. There was a wooden bed in the middle with a new mattress and pillows. There were flowers hanging from the canopy over the bed, and agarbathi was lit, making the room smell very fragrant. I just sat on the bed, wondering what Mother was going to do.

After what seemed to me a long time (even though it was only fifteen minutes), Mother came upstairs. She had changed her silk sari she was wearing when she went to the temple and was wearing her thin sari and a slightly tight blouse, which accentuated her shapely breasts. She closed the door when she came in and had a box of sweets in her hand. She sat on the bed beside me and said, “These are the temple sweets. Let me put one in your mouth, Shiva,” and did so when I opened my mouth.

Then I took one and asked her to open her mouth so that I could put it in her mouth. My Mother came near me and lovingly opened her sweet mouth. But her sweet lips so near me intoxicated me so much that I forgot the sweet and, grasping her waist, drew her towards me and kissed her. Mother gasped and struggled a bit, but I held on to her waist and pressed my lips to hers strongly. She relaxed and put her arms around me and gave her lips to me to taste. We kissed for five minutes and then sank back into the bed, breathing heavily. Mother was silent, and I was worried.

“Ma, are you angry?” I asked.

“No, son. You just surprised me. That is all.”

“Then you will let me kiss you, Ma?”

“Of course, son. If you cannot kiss me, who else can?”

I was thrilled and again hugged her and kissed her passionately on her lips. When our lips parted, I said, “Ma, your lips are so sweet and soft.”

“Shiva, there is something else sweet waiting for you inside my blouse. Don’t you want it?”