Desire for Milk
A Story About Adult Nursing Relationships
It all began few months back. As you all know that I have a crazy and mad desire for breast milk (I mean the yoghurt). I led myself into a big trouble which finally turned to uncommon fortunate. This began between my neighbor and me. Her name was Judith. I called her aunty Judith because she was so close with me and my family to the bone marrow. It has been my customary activities to be visiting her home for no reason, chat with her, played with her kid which was only 1 year old.
My hidden purpose of visiting her house always was to see her feeding her child with her breast milk and upon seeing this, I dreamed and imagined myself to be in the place of the kid, what a paradise! I thought to myself.
One day, at about 4 in the afternoon, I moved to her house. I simply entered her house and was surprised to see her sleeping on the bed with her child near her. The major element was that she had left her blouse open and exposed her bare breast. I assumed that she went to sleep while breastfeeding her daughter.
How can I manage this? You please tell me. How can I leave that beautiful nipple abandoned? I fell into my weak spot. I unconsciously moved near her and knelt on to the side. I lowered my face on to her chest. Wowooooooo! The sweet smell…That smell…That was giving me a kick…The aroma is running me mad. I slowly started suckling on her breast and few moments passed by. Her lovely milk was oozing slowly into my mouth. I was calmly sucking her as I was experienced with my Street mommy and Street aunty. Aunty Judith unknowingly fed me with her milk.
Some minutes passed by. I was happy and forgot the situation. Suddenly a hand grabbed my shoulder and I was pulled up. I was forcefully withdrawn from the nectar jar and I came to my senses. There stood she, Judith’s mother. She looked so angry and was staring at me with hatred. She started to shout and Aunty Judith jumped up from her sleep. She covered her breast with her but didn’t hook back her blouse. She stood there without knowing what the problem was. She asked her mom what’s the problem and she replied:”Ask this idiot what as he done to you”. Aunty Judith looked at me with anxiety. I put my head down. But still I sneaked at her chest and easily identified her nipple and areola through the chest. As I was not saying a word, her mother angrily said to her daughter, “Judith, while you were asleep, this rascal tried to suck your breast and I caught him. Look at him; he didn’t have any remorse or shame. I will go straight to his house and inform this behavior to his mother for sure.” I was horrorstruck and I felt like I am going to have a sudden death. I looked pathetically to Aunty Judith and relieved that she wasn’t expressing hatred towards me on her eyes. She gave me a curious look and gone to her mother.
From the other room, I heard Judith’s sound. She was pleading her mother to forget it as it is an act of a young boy. She told that it was her fault not to cover her breast properly. “The boy was tempted to take them in his mouth, mom…”She said to her mother and I was half alive when her mother unwillingly agreed to spare me this time and before she arrived near me, I ran out of the house.