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I Love My Mom Sujata - Ch 1

Chapter One - Sister's Home Coming

My name is Rohan and I am from India.

This story goes back to eighteen years. I was only eighteen years old then. My mom Sujata was thirty seven years old and I had a sister who was married and was just twenty. My father ran away from the house may be to become a sadhu. I was just fifteen years old then. We have never heard of him till today.

My mom was just sixteen when she was married. My sister Anita was born one year after the marriage. I was born two years after that. My father was a very high profile man working as a civil servant. We lived in a small town in Nasik near Mumbai. My mom continued to study even after her marriage because of my father's encouragement. I don't know being a civil servant how he managed to marry my under aged mom. After completing her collage my mom took up a job in a local bank.

We lived in a beautiful duplex bungalow. It had a large living room and two bedrooms in the ground floor and two bedrooms on the first floor. We also had a little garden in the front yard as well as in the back yard. In the front side we had planted flowering plants and in the backyard we had some fruit plants. We also used to grow some seasonal vegetables like bringal, bhindi tomato, spinach etc.

My father's job was a very stressful job and he had a nervous breakdown. It was then he suddenly left the house one day, leaving us to fend for ourselves. Fortunately my mom had a job so she took over all the responsibilities.

But absence of a father figure had some other effects. My sister was already seventeen and she had a boy friend. She would often come late at night and ignored my mother's warnings. I always used to be in awe of her as she was elder to me and often used to bully me she was always stronger than me. There was no question of me telling her anything. I knew her reaction would be violent and may even get physical.

Just after a month of her eighteenth birthday she eloped with her boyfriend and married him. Her boyfriend was a twenty five year old young man then. He was an accountant in a nationalized bank. Fortunately their marriage survived and they are now settled in Mumbai as a very happy family. My sister is also now changed after giving birth to her two kids. Her motherhood has changed her completely. She is now quite affectionate towards me and my mom now.

My sister came to our house when she was almost nine months pregnant. It is usual in India for women to go to their mother's house for their first delivery. My mom welcomed her daughter with open arms. She was an unruly child but for my mom she was her own flesh and blood. I did not like her home coming but after all she was my sister too. My dislike towards her crumbled down. She was very humble then as the maternal instinct had taken over. So we all were waiting with excitement for the baby to arrive.

After two weeks she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She looked more like my sister. We were all overjoyed to see our family tree growing. This bundle of joy was a god send gift for us. After two years we were all together and now we were closer to each other than never before. It is amazing how a baby can change the lives of the people surrounding it.

But there was a small problem. My sister was producing very little milk so my mom was giving the baby cow's milk. The baby was not able to digest it properly and would cry endlessly for hours. So my mom asked my sister if a wet nurse can be employed. But my sister strongly refused to do so. She did not like the idea of an unknown lady breastfeeding her baby. My mom came with an incredible solution. She offered to feed the baby. My sister did not have any problem with that. But my mom had last fed me sixteen years back and she was now totally dry. So she consulted our family doctor. The doctor advised some medication and asked my mom to start trying to feed the baby from the same day. The doctor told her that more than the medicine the stimulation by the baby will promote milk production. Within a week my mom started producing enough milk to satisfy the baby's need. We were all relieved. The baby now only cried when she needed milk. My sister stayed with us for about six months during this period my mom had taken leave from her job. My sister left for Mumbai leaving behind sweet memories of the baby. My mom and I both cried when she left.

That day was very uneasy for us. The house looked empty without the baby. I and my mom were very sad. The day went by without the usual fun. After dinner I went to my bedroom for doing some homework. I was in the first year of engineering collage. It was about 1 am past midnight and I heard some sobbing noise from my mother's bedroom. I quickly kept aside my home work and rushed towards my mom's bedroom.

"Mom what is it mom why are you crying?" I asked standing outside her door. There was no response. I pushed the door but it was locked from inside.

"Mom open the door mom" I said knocking at the door.

A few minutes after mom opened the door. She looked very uneasy and was sweating. Her eyes were wet and she looked exhausted.

"What happened mom?"

"No nothing I am ok." She said

"Mom c'mon I am also missing the baby but she can't stay with us forever." I said.

"I know honey I am sad for that but I have a different problem." She said.

"What happened mom?" I asked in a worried voice.

"Rohan I am not able to get the milk out and it is paining now, I am feeling as if they will explode" she said in a painful voice looking at her own breasts.

"Let us go to a doctor mom." I said

"At 1 am which doctor you can take me to?" she asked me in a painful voice.

She was right and the situation was grim for her.

"I tried to squeeze it out but it doesn't come out that way" she said.

I had some knowledge in this matter. I knew that if a woman is stressful she would not lactate. She has to be relaxed to lactate. My mom was tense and was not able to release the milk the more she tried the more she would have been tensed and unable to release the milk. Suddenly my mom sat on the floor. She was sweating and breathing fast.

"Rohan bring me some water I am not able to breathe" she said in a low voice.

I was terrified I ran to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water for her. She could hardly take a few sips.

"Oh god I will die" she cried.

"Don't cry mom I will help you, I will suck your milk mom" I said unable to think of anything else.

"Please Rohan do it before I die." She almost begged me.

"Ok mom be relaxed and don't worry." I assured her.

I sat beside her on the floor. She bent my head on her lap and removed the end of her sari. Her blouse was almost at the brink of tearing off. She somehow unhooked the bottom three hooks and forced out one of her huge breast. It was swollen with milk and was quite huge. Her nipple was dark brown and was projecting out. She moved my mouth towards it. I took it gently in my mouth and started sucking it very slowly. But the milk was just dribbling and after about a minute when it received stimulation from my lips it started to flow a little. As my mom felt a little relief she became more relaxed and the milk started to spurt in my mouth. Even her other breast started to release the milk spontaneously. I was surprised by the gush of her warm milk. It was thin, a little salty and more sweet I really liked her milk. At first I only had her nipple in my mouth then as I sucked her she moved my head closer towards her breasts and lightly squeezed her breast. I then took her entire areola in my mouth and even some part of her breast. She reacted to this with a sudden deep breathe and closed her eyes. I increased my speed and emptied her breast in a few minutes. When I felt that there was no more milk left I removed my mouth from it and looked at her.

"I think it is finished." I said.

"What about the other one" she smiled and asked me, she was more at ease now because even though I did not suck her other breast, it had already released some of the milk spontaneously. Actually it was still releasing the milk and her blouse and belly were wet with it.

"Yeah I know" I said.

"Look my blouse has already become wet so please don't mind" she smiled and unhooked the remaining hooks and removed her blouse exposing her both breast. She then wiped her belly and breast with the end of her sari. Even though she dried her breast it was still releasing the milk. For the first time I saw her half naked. But there was no shame in her eyes. She was looking very lovingly towards me.

"Come honey it's this one now." She said and pulled me towards her other breast.

I took her breast in my mouth and she took a very deep breathe. I started to suck the sweet nectar from her breast. Her other breast was lying on my chest. She was moving her fingers through my hair and was looking at me very very affectionately, just as a new mom would look at her baby. Sometimes she closed her eyes enjoying the feeding. In between she was squeezing her breast gently. After a few minutes I emptied her that breast too. She knew that but continued to hold me against her breast moving her fingers through my hair. After sometime I released her breast from my mouth. I looked at her; she was smiling and was looking very satisfied. Her wet nipple was just touching my lips she made no attempt to move it away. She gently bent down and kissed my cheek. I don't remember when she had last kissed me.

"Thank you honey I am feeling much better now, you have saved me." She said.

"It's my duty mom" I said and smiled and got up. Her blouse was already wet and sticky so she did not put it back. Instead she also got up and looked in the full size mirror which was just in front of her attached to the wall. Her one end of the sari was lying on the floor.

"You are a good boy." She said looking at her reflection.

My eyes were now glued to her breasts. I did not realize their size when I was sucking them because I was to close too them.
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