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.