My story with my aunts

part One

My name is Abdullah. I was eleven years old. I lived in our large house, which consisted of two floors and several rooms. My mother was always sick and could not take care of us as her children, nor in this large house.
Here comes the role of my seven aunts, whom I will talk about one by one.

My Aunt Samira:

She was at that time 41 years old, she was two years younger than my mother, her body was huge, her chest was large with a rumen, and she was not wearing bras as she was breastfeeding her child.

As usual, she works at home and leaves her baby with me in the room where I was studying on the second floor, where none of my brothers comes there and I tend to be relatively calm compared to my other brothers ، And when the child woke up or cried, I ran quickly to my aunt to tell her, and she in turn came running to my room to breastfeed her son. She used to do that a lot ، But I remember the first time I felt something strange about my aunt. I was turbulent and my heart was pounding hard when I saw her entering the courtyard in the wide dress embossed with flowers, which consisted of one piece that covered her entire body from her neck to her feet ، I am watching how she comes out her big breast and I focus well on her brown nipple that before she carries the baby to put him in her lap and brings him close to her.

One day my aunt noticed this and said to me, What is wrong with you?  So I tried to change the subject and told her how beautiful it is when the baby is breastfed ، She said to me, “You were more beautiful than him, Abdullah, when I was young. I used to carry you and play with you.” So I told her, “You were breastfeeding me like him.”

She said, No, there was no milk in my breast, but you used to like to sleep on my chest.

I said to her, "Thank you, auntie, I love you." She got up and kissed her on the cheek, and I played with joy ، Then she was doing the same thing, but I didn't watch her like before, but I looked at her, and one day she came to my room and sat in front of the window and opened it, then the child woke up, so she sat on the floor and extended her legs resting on the wall and said, "Hand the child to me this time, my anxiety increased and I felt something stronger than before, so I kept looking at her."  She breastfeeds the baby at the same time .

Suddenly I heard her say to me, “Your love, my love. She is jealous of him because he is breast-feeding.” She fell silent. Then she said, “Shut up the room door and come to my side.” She took out her other breast. She said, “Come, I will breastfeed you like him.”  Her milk in my mouth was mixed with the smell of her breast with the smell of her body, and the feeling was wonderful when I saw my aunt breastfeeding me. It stayed for about ten minutes, after which she said enough, my love, my little child is full. Get up, I want to finish the house work.

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