Adultery Unfaithful Mothers and Housewives - Stranger_Women

My Lactating Mother's Social Service Turns Unpleasant

Last year My Family came back to this suburb of Trichi, where My Parents had grown up, to settle down. My Parents had graduated from the University of Madras, both with degrees in thebangutic counseling, with an emphasis in Christian pastoral support work. Most of my life, we lived on various cities.

Last June My Parents decided there was no place like home. They saw this also as a way to grow in our faith, and to follow the Lord.

God must have blessed My Father when he took My Mother's hand in marriage. She was a fair complexioned, healthy and beautiful woman. My mother had sexy fantastic figure, large expressive eyes, round face, juicy lips.She had a soft, smoky voice with finely chiseled cheeks. For a 38-year-old woman, My Mother was still truly blessed with a stunning figure. She had long, black, silky, hair which would reach her knees.

But the first thing anyone would notice was her big tits. They were monstrous at any standards. My Mother had big tits that would stop traffic. As a 15 years boy, often I would snuck a peak at one of her brassieres and sighed when I read the label: 42DDD. After My Mother giving birth to a child last year, I frequently glanced at the labels on her bras. Sometimes she was wearing E cup bras and it made my heart stop.

The blouse she had on her breasts did little to hide her excess tit flesh nearly spilling out the top.Her ass was in a perfectly round form inside her tight saree that bulged out the bottoms of her jiggling ass cheeks.

Since My Sister was born eight months ago, My Mother had worked hard to get herself back in shape and I think She succeeded very well. The only difference in her body, compared to pre-pregnancy, was the fact that her breasts were much larger and full of milk. She was still breast feeding my small sister thrice a day.

The only problem was that My Mother had a surplus of milk and have to express some daily. To everybody, her big boobs look fantastic. They were large, firm and her nipples were huge and always look swollen and erect. There would be two damp patches on her blouse at anytime. It would turn everybody on no end and they feel extra sensitive and sensual. She looked hot and so very sexy.

We had settled in quickly in our hometown, renewed old friendships, shook our heads at the changes and then joined a church that My Mother had attended when she was little. The congregation was large, the minister gave a good sermon, and people were nice. My Parents jumped into church work full throttle, eager to grow spiritually.

And when it was obvious to My Mother that the youth group needed more attention than it had been getting. She eagerly suggested that she volunteer to help get it back on track. My Father agreed. At church the head of the youth group, James approached My parents after service one Sunday.

My Father had not realized My Mother had spoken to him and expressed an interest in working with older teenage boys. Following up, James asked if they were interested in counseling a few of them. "They're getting in all kinds of scbangs," he told us. He seemed quite concerned about what he had to tell them and pulled them off to a corner during coffee hour.

"There is Arokia Raj, the son of the richest family in town. He is 17. He was arrested for holding a gang bang with a woman - from this church - in his parent's house while they were out of town. He made a video of it".

My Mother was listening very intently, and said, like a true Christian soldier. "He is lost, he needs Jesus."

James grinned slightly and rolled his eyes," He is sick. He loves to wear a T shirt that says 'Down there I got more than you can handle.'"

My Mother put her hand on her gaping mouth and, with her wide eyes, stifled a mock scream.

"It gets worse," James went on. "He was also beaten up for having anal intercourse with a woman in his block. Sorry to gross you out, guys."

He went on: "Then there is Albhonse, who is another sexual predator. He's 18 and had sex with his science teacher. She had an abortion. These two are very smooth, and precocious, and would be jailed sex offenders if they were of age and their families had no clout.

Then there is Christopher, who comes from Local Scheduled caste. The fourth problem child in our teens, Sudalai muthu is a Tribal boy. They're fundamentally good kids but have been arrested for fighting, selling grass, they talk trash incessantly and need direction. I know you really pushed to do this," he looked intently at My Mother.

"But can you handle these youngsters in a small group? With your counseling training and all...." Before our family had talked it over, My Mother assured him on the , obviously anxious to meet the challenge. She felt that God had called us to this ministry.

I was struck by her enthusiasm and wondered if My Parents' schedules permitted this effort but later My Mother talked My Father into it, after the fact.

Sleeping a few feet away, was Jennifer, My baby sister, now three months old. She was a gift from Heaven. I gazed through mirrors and around corners in the house to watch My Mother giving milk to Jenni. I felt like a voyeur, and could not resist the persistent urge to masturbate.

My Parents' first meeting with the boys was to take place the next Saturday. My Mother mentioned to My Father over dinner on the Friday night before that in her eagerness to get started with this ministry she had gotten Wade's phone number and met briefly with him and the other boys in the church parking lot.

We were impressed with her drive to meet the challenge of four mixed up young men who were facing an adulthood of problems and were without some special attention - attention she and My Father were trained to provide.

As we started for the church I was a little surprised that My Mother had worn a thin, synthetic chiffon see through saree which was three inches below her round deep navel . It revealed her breasts and cleavage through her very low and wide cut blouse.

This was not her usual style, but My Father assumed she wanted to look casual and youthful to set them at ease and I thought nothing of it. Back packs were in with young people, after all.

My parents met the boys in a small meeting room upstairs at the church. As I felt bored, I decided to stay outside the room but watched the proceedings now and then through window. My Parents were excited about getting acquainted with them and sat down with a commitment to get relaxed and learn about what made them tick.

My Mother was all smiles, upbeat, and told them that this was not the usual youth group meeting. She several times asked each of them to say whatever they wanted, and to think of her as their "special church mom" who was always there for them.

"And guys, we are going to throw away all the rules," she said with a smile.

ArokiaRaj was very charming, a tall, dark, muscular boy - they all looked like they worked out regularly. Albhonse was short but handsome and a kabadi player at the local high college. Sudalai Muthu smoked and stared hard at My Father when he reminded him the church was smoke-free. He was not happy about being here. Christopher was always smiling, especially at My Mother as she held the baby.

My Parents talked about youth group trips coming up, music, college, but skirted faith issues - no need to sound like they were trying to get into their spiritual heads. Eventually each of them expressed a good deal of anger toward their parents, society and stressed, particularly, how estranged they were from their mothers.

ArokiaRaj stared imploringly at them and said: "I need someone to mother me. I am so lonely and need nourishing." They all seemed to know the right buzz words.

Albhonse looked at Jenni sleeping peacefully in a portable crib My Father had set up on the floor. "She is lucky to have a loving mom," he said sadly.

At one point My Father wanted to set the tone of where he wanted them to be going in their lives and said firmly to each boy, "Stand up." He wanted to apply his skills in Christian counseling. He had started with ArokiaRaj and he studied him with a grin, and as it would be with the others he then reluctantly, warily rose from his chair.

"Put your hands in mine," he said as they faced each other.

"Are you ready to turn your life over to Jesus?" My Father asked him firmly, looking directly into his eyes.

With a modicum of enthusiasm ArokiaRaj, and afterwards each boy said: "Yeah, whatever."

At My Father's initiative they embraced. "I wish we could have done this more often," Christopher said, looking My Mother over for the nineteenth time.

My Mother stood and said to Chris, "Do you need a motherly hug?" He said he sure did, and she got up and stood before him. She offered her arms around his head as he sat forward on the couch and eagerly buried it in her chest, his large hands on her back, pulling her against him firmly.

After a few minutes of her petting his head while he seemed to overdo the maternal coziness of My Mother's breasts. She sighed, red-faced, and patted him briskly on his back. Then My Mother offered the same warm hug to each of the others.

ArokiaRaj was particularly enthusiastic, sighing: "God, this feels so good. Like God's grace is flowing through your arms into my heart."

My Father wondered at his sincerity. I wondered whether My Mother was getting tired, standing in front of each boy and offering each this five-minute affection.

"You guys can call me mom if you want," she suggested tenderly, "I'm here for you, to love you."

Through the corner of his eye, My Father caught Sudalai muthu rubbing his crotch and smiling at Albhonse and ArokiaRaj. But they got serious when they noticed his eyes on them.

The gesture surprised and offended My Father and he said to Sudalai muthu: "Something about your crotch you want to share?". My Father felt good about confronting him, taking control. He had to nip this in the bud if the group was going to grow.

Sudalai muthu was unprepared for his straight talk and put on a best behavior face and said: "Guys my age.......rub our crotches a lot, but I meant no disrespect." After a pause he said, "I do it when I'm feeling lonely and I need someone to help me turn my life over to Jesus."

My Mother looked at him bright-eyed. I had expected her to say something about how it was better to control what you did with your hands out in public, out of respect for others, especially a member of the opposite sex. I had thought My Mother was going to mention that she was uncomfortable with suggestive gestures in her presence.

Instead, she said, in a smiling voice: "Whatever you guys normally do is OK with me. If rubbing your crotches helps you express your feelings, I want you to feel positive about it. Just be you."

Then My Mother smiled and said, rather overdoing the warm fuzzies, "And I have to say I feel lucky to be with you boys.

They sat there quietly and now all of them were ever so often rubbing themselves.

"I notice that each of you is touching yourself, and that's expected" My Mother said staring. Then she turned to My Father and said matter of fact, in a collegial tone: "Dear, do you notice how each of them is doing it? This is entirely normal for boys this age."

My Father tried to speak to her confidentially, and moved close to her, saying: "This is a little outrageous. We're losing control here. They're obviously sexually attracted to you. Don't you see the inappropriateness of what they're doing?"

My Mother looked down at her feet and said: "Dear, let us not lecture them the first time!"

Instead of keeping the chat between them, My Mother then looked at the boys and said: "My husband thinks you guys are sexually attracted to me. Are you?" Instead of answering they continued to stare - and rub.

"My wife and I will not tolerate rudeness. We are not going to sit here to try to work with you boys if you ---" My Father was indignant.

But My Mother cut him off, and said sweetly, looking at them: "It's expected behavior, Dear. I'm a woman and they have got ants in their pants. Comes with the territory."

My Mother smiled at ArokiaRaj and it seemed to me My Father was somewhat lost and needlessly undermined by My Mother.

My Mother still seemed flushed from the hugging and now from the discussion of the crotch rubbing, and lay back with a heavy sigh. Her arms dbangd over the back of the couch. After a moment of silence, with everyone exchanging stares except My Father, ArokiaRaj cleared his throat. "So Mr. David, where did you meet Mrs. David?" he asked smoothly.

My Father welcomed the shift from the preoccupation with My Mother. He spoke proudly: "Right here. We grew up here. Best decision I ever made was to marry my wife."

"You must have had some major competition," Albhonse laughed.

My Father put my arm around My Mother and smiled: "I'm blessed." "Thank you Albhonse," My Mother smiled.

Sudalai muthu said: "Yeah, if I had a been there, I would have wanted some of THAT!". ArokiaRaj interrupted: "Sudalai, show some respect."

Sudalai talked over him. "Let us get it out on the table. I mean this is one of those group sessions, so let me do what I got to do."

Sudalai turned to look at My Father, smiling, and then got out of his chair and stepped in front of My Mother. "Stand up," he said firmly. My Father was caught off guard as was My Mother.

"Stand up," he repeated, a little louder. She did so, smiling awkwardly and saying, "Well, my husband got you to stand so what's good for the goose...." She stood and faced him, holding out her hands as each boy had done before. But Robert grabbed her by the waist and moved her so that he was behind her.

"Stretch your arms behind you, like this," he said, and he took My Mother's arms and moved them so that her knuckles were resting in the small of her back. Then he pulled her elbows back so that they were almost parallel facing behind her.

"And bring your shoulders back, stand straight," he pulled her shoulders back.

Sudalai was at My Mother's side and looked down at My Father. "Shit, this is even better than the back pack she walked in with.......Now, you get some of this every night, right Mr. David? What is it like to play with these unbelievable tits?" he said.

"Really, Sudalai," My Father laughed nervously. For some reason My Mother did not move a muscle, kind of froze in this pose and looked around at their faces.

"He's asking a fair question," ArokiaRaj said. "We've been getting to know each other for about forty minutes, shooting the shit and opening up to you with our feelings. So Mr. David, how about it?"

My Father was extremely uncomfortable with this brazen behavior, and he just stared at My Mother's body. Her body was accentuated dramatically so that her breasts were sticking out like extra large Watermelon.

My Father finally said: "We are here to talk about other things. "Catherine, sit down. Sudalai, sit down." Neither moved.

My Mother smiled, ill at ease, and said, "Maybe you should tell them what it's like". She seemed very excited, almost trembling, and My Father wanted to get this over with, so he said, "It's great."

"What is great?" Sudalai muthu said quietly.

"Her chest," My father said.

"Her big tits," Sudalai muthu said. "Right," My Father muttered, eager to avoid the fearsome danger in his manner.

Sudalai muthu seemed to have this power in his voice and he said, staring down at My Mother's breasts, "they are a lot more than you can handle, right Mr. David?"

My Father hesitated and said, "We are not here to talk about my wife."

Christopher jumped in, "so we'll talk about you. She has got to be way beyond what you can handle, right?"

My Mother looked at My Father as if waiting for more of an answer and he for some reason said, trying to put admiration in my voice, slowly saying: "Yeah, more than I can handle. A lot more."

Sudalai muthu then had the audacity to reach around My Mother with his arms and put his hands on her big breasts, squeezing them several times. His fingers were stretching out over the massive flesh.

"Sudalai!" My Father yelled, "that is enough!"

Sudalai muthu moved his hands back in an exaggerated gesture, with a big "I'm so sorry" expression on his face. He looked at My Father for a few seconds and then, grinning, said loudly to the others: "What did I tell you!"

The four boys let out cheers and applause, except Albhonse, who sat down next to My Father with a shake of the head and put his arm around him. "Dude, I thought you were going to kick his ass! I just lost 100 Rupees!"

My Mother continued posing the same way, until My Father demanded she sit. Her face was beet red, and she was grinning. "This is a heck of meeting for a church," she said, "I felt like I was in the spotlight."

"You were, Mrs Catherine," ArokiaRaj smiled, "and you liked it."

"You guys need to be put in check," My Mother said, trying to sound clinical, then after a beat she added: "and I guess no one here is going to do that." Then, disturbingly, she looked up at ArokiaRaj and laughed.

My Father was beside himself, but My Mother snuggled up to him and said: "Oh Dear, it's all right. Sudalai is a lost soul. It doesn't offend me. I can get through to him."

My Father continued to glare at Sudalai muthu, and then he said: "Hey, Mr. David, you're being too nice. You have still time to kick my ass.

" Not wanting to reduce this effort to violence, My Father said: "Just keep your hands to yourself."

"I just need some love from our Mrs. Mom," he said, almost smirking.

"How did that love feel?" Christopher asked.

"This bitch has got a LOT of love there," Sudalai muthu said, whistling.

Then he with exaggerated politeness said to My Father, "now Mr. David, don't be angry. I mean 'bitch' out of respect. It's a Tribal thing, right Chris?"

Christopher smiled and they knocked their fists together.

My Parents changed the subject to Albhonse's home life, which was awful, and to his compulsion to conquer women older than him. My Mother, for some reason, was still shaking, and My Father attempted to calm her down by holding her hand.

"How do these married women react when you have sex with them?" My Mother asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. Gone was that clinical detachment she normally always kept "on".

ArokiaRaj said: "Mrs Catherine, God gave me the equipment, and once they get it they keep begging. The married ones just love to get nasty and I do mean nasty. So I can fuck them for hours. But I'm so lonely all the time." He began to sob and held his arms out to My Mother for a hug.

"Now hold it right there," My Father said, "I won't stand for any more pawing of my wife."

My Mother turned to me, glaring. "Dear, can't you see he's hurting? These young men are in pain. Get over it!"

My Mother stood and embraced him for a long few minutes, this time both of them standing, and then did the same with Albhonse, then Sudalai muthu, then Sudalai muthu and Albhonse together. ArokiaRaj had managed to sneak a kiss on her lips, and then they all did. By the time Sudalai muthu and Albhonse were hugging My Mother, two pairs of lips were kissing her face and neck.

It seemed My Father felt like he would sound like a jerk if he objected to that, so he remained silent. He pretended to be happy to have the meeting as a first step with these young men but a big part of him was glad it was over. These were bras teenagers, physical, aggressive.

My Mother and My Father spoke about it in the car, and again as they went to bed.

"That was very productive. I was not expecting so much attention. I think they really liked me. What do you think?" My Mother inquired, her voice a little tense, higher, sounding oddly formal.

"If it continues like this maybe someone else should work with these guys," My Father said, a sense of apprehension coming over him, "I can't believe Sudalai muthu grabbed your chest. You must be deeply offended."

My Mother spoke quietly: "He obviously is starving for affection. We have just started this ministry, and with a lot of love they'll turn out OK."

My Father couldn't believe what he was hearing. My Mother appeared to take this assault in stride.

My Father told her he thought that Sudalai muthu was way out of line, and he also objected to the hugging and kissing.

"You must not have thought Sudalai muthu was too far out of line," My Mother said, looking at me closely. "Why do you say that?"

My Father responded, defensively. "I was expecting you to stop him,"

My Mother laughed, an edge in her voice. My Father said: "I guess he took charge before I could do anything, and then I told him to sit down, and then you asked me to tell them ----"

My Mother jumped in, "---that my big chest is more than you can handle. You know, you didn't have to play along with that. You could have cut him off and sat him down. You seemed to go along with the boasting about the fun you have with my breasts, and you told those boys I am more than you can handle. Maybe you actually forced Sudalai muthu grabbing my 'big tits' - another thing you went along with."

"That's just not true!" My Father said.

They were quiet for a few minutes. "I just know," My Mother then said, "these four can handle the love I have for them. I have got so much to give."

This conversation had gone from my concern over the boys' treatment of My Mother to My Father's lack of aggression, then to her desire to give them something that was beyond him.

I pouted, and became very anxious about what lay ahead.

My Parents' next meeting with the boys was going to be following Saturday. During the preceding few days My Mother told My Father that she had spoken with ArokiaRaj by telephone a couple of times, about issues with his parents. Then Albhonse called for support, and then Sudalai muthu, with Christopher on the extension. It sounded like they had been ringing the phone off the hook.

"Do you mind that they call so much, Dear?" My Mother asked, telephoning My Father at the office, and it seemed like a redundant question since she knew he was anxious about their attention to her. She seemed to be toying with him.

My Father assumed a cool and controlled tone and told her it was obvious they each had a crush on her and if that would help get them to a better place emotionally that he did not mind. But that he would tolerate any more behavior like what they had at the first meeting.

"Does that include the foul language and the flirting?" My Mother asked, again asking something obvious.

My Father said "of course it does."

She then said: "Well, these boys need nourishment and love. I think you will have to put up with it. Please.. God has given me all this nourishment for them."

On Saturday afternoon the church was almost empty. My Parents and I, with Jenni in tow, met the four in the sanctuary. As usual, I stayed outside and looked in. Albhonse shook My Father's hand, said "Hi" gruffly, then faced My Mother.

My Father had put out his arms to give him a hug - to get back control of the situation - but he disregarded him and looked at My Mother and said: "I'm so glad to see you. I need a hug from you, Mrs. David."

Albhonse said to My Father: "Why don't you take the baby?"

I held Jenni and Albhonse put his arms around My Mother tightly, saying softly: "Are you going to nourish me with God's love?"

She kissed him on the forehead and whispered: "You bet."
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