At about 8, my husband came fully drunk. He doesn't drink daily, he wasn't alcoholic. But sometimes he drinks with his friends. For the last three years, he had drunk only 7 times.
He was really a good husband. I heard from some neighbours that their husbands sometimes do domestic violence. But my husband never even shouted at me or my son over anything.
If he thinks that we shouldn't do something he would just tell us to not do that. It's just that simple.
Today he came drunk. When my husband is drunk, he can't control his mouth, my son's never heard those things, but nowadays, Jack is watching like a hawk. So I have to be careful.
"Hi, honey!"
"Why did you drink?"
"My friends forced me, that's why."
Raj sat near Jack.
"Jack, you shouldn't drink. You should always listen to your mother."
"Ok, Dad."
Raj turned towards me.
"Honey, I want milk from your tits tonight."
I was shocked by those words. He was saying it before our son.
"Shut up, Raj and go to sleep."
Raj went to bed and lay on the bed. Jack didn't say anything. After dinner, Jack and I went to the bedroom. Raj was on the bed sleeping. Jack lay on the floor. I lay near Raj in bed. Due to the jerk of the bed, Raj woke up.
"Honey, you came?"
He approached me, opened my blouse, lifted my bra, and started sucking my boob and pressing the other. Jack was watching the whole scene. I tried to stop him, but he didn't listen.
He also moved his hand towards my pussy. He just rubbed my neither area over the saree and sucked my nipples like a baby.
After a few minutes of sucking, he stopped and slept above my boob like a baby.
I closed my blouse and looked down. Jack was sitting and looking at us.
"Go to sleep, son."
"Ok, mom."
The next day Raj woke up like nothing happened and went to work. But I know Jack's going to ask me some weird questions.
It was Tuesday. He was getting ready for school. But I got a call from his class teacher saying that for the next week, there would be no school due to a strike in school.
Jack was celebrating the leave. "Jolly, jolly, one week leave." He was happy that he didn't have to go to school.
I laughed at his silliness, but as expected, he had something to ask as soon as he calmed down. "Can I ask you something?"
'Oh my God, he is going to ask what he saw yesterday.' I screamed inside but still replied "Yes, what is it, son?"
"Why was Dad sucking your boobies? Does milk come from it?"
"Milk, no son, no milk will come from it."
"But Dad said I want milk from your tits, and what are tits? Is it something else then?" he said as if he understood something wrongly.
"No, no, mom's chest region is called tits, boobs etc."
"Then can I suck it too?"
I didn't know what to say, I was already giving him blowjob so these simple things won't matter much different. And my dirty mind wanted me to let my son suck my tits. In the end, my dirty mind won again.
"You can suck it, son. You have done it when you were small."
"I don't remember it. Can I suck it now, Mom, please?"
I giggled hearing him. I nodded and went to the sofa and sat on the sofa, calling my son to lay his head on my lap. He lay on my lap.
"First, promise you don't say this to anyone." Like always I made him promise. This type of promise was making me more in love with all these things.
"I promise, Mom."
I slowly opened my blouse, and my heartbeat was rising and I was getting excited. I will let my grown son suck my tits after a long time. It awakened that motherly affection and made it even stronger.
Then I opened my bra, and my boobs were out before my son. I maintained a good physique, and my boobs are still firm. They hadn't sagged even a little.
I lowered myself so that my son could suck my tits. His lips touched my nipples. I felt like a shock wave passed throughout my body.
Jack opened his mouth and put my brown hard nipples inside his mouth. He was sucking like a baby but to me it was like an angel.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed that feeling. I felt my son's hands on my other boob as I immersed in that pleasure. He was squeezing it like his father did yesterday night. He was trying to copy his father.
I smiled and just let him do as he wished. I was in intense pleasure just from breastfeeding my son after a long time. I never felt this way when my husband sucked them.
My pussy started to get wet. I could feel the heat between my thighs. I was getting horny while my son was sucking my boobs.
I noticed a bulge in his shorts. I lowered his shorts. His dick was standing like a pole, I started stroking it, and I was enjoying the moment.
After 10 minutes, suddenly, he stopped sucking and got up. He brought his dick near my face. I understood what he wanted. Took his whole dick inside my mouth. After a few minutes, he cum inside my mouth.
"That was awesome, Mom. I loved it very much."
He sat on the sofa and started watching a movie. I went inside the bathroom and looked in the mirror there. I saw my son's cum dripping near my mouth. I licked it with my tongue like a bitch.
I started to speak to myself, looking in the mirror. "What are you doing, Anushka?" "This is wrong." "I know, but it feels good." "You shouldn't suck your son's cock and feel good about it."
"What should I do? When I hold his dick? It's so firm and long, bigger than his father." I started to get wet again. I fingered myself, thinking of my son's cock getting inside my pussy fucking me like a whore. I reached orgasm within a few minutes.
I was sweating hot and never felt this good for a long time. I felt this good just musterbating while thinking about my son.
I concluded there was nothing wrong with it if it felt so good. Like those people said, as long as they weren't hurting the other and doing it for their own good then it is not wrong.
After all, it's my child. I carried him for 9 months and gave birth to him after bearing so much pain. I of course wanted the best for my son.
And as my son there shouldn't be any limit to our relationship.