All went well for few minutes, Suddenly a hand came up and pinched my ear. The Mother-Son relationship will be established only through intense attachment.
And I knew simply calling ‘son’ wont make me your son.
So, I decided to catch the culprit and I mocked the sleep.” I didn’t knew want to tell her. ”I without conscious told” from the day one I saw you, I loved to be your son. In the morning, (I woke up very much earl than my usual time), I saw smitha aunty sitting alongside the dining table.
Like yesterday, this night, I gotup and repeated the same procedure,except that this time, I aimed for the other breast.
In the morning smitha aunty gotup and she with surprise and to some extend, doubt, noticed the dampness in her cloth. That night, I again moved to her bed, seeing her sleeping dumped my face onto her chest and started soaking her nightgown.
Her children went to their father’s house for the summer vacation and they planned to stay therer for a while. She was alone in her home and she requested my mom to sent me to her at night. I tried desperately to control my desire but simply failed. I was aware not to make much disturbance which will lead to ‘caught in the act’.