"She's lucky," I said with a smile as I sat down next to her on the couch. "Why?" mom asked, and I knew her well enough to know she was fishing for a ...ompliment, even if I was her son."Can I have some?" I asked boldly, licking my lips."You're crazy, why would you want to do that?" she asked softly, not rejecting the idea completely. "I can't remember what it tastes like. Did you like it when I was a baby and suckled? What's it feel like? Is it different than when..." I let the question die as I. He couldn’t take his eyes off my boobs, which were taking perfect shape.The nipples were visible because I wasn’t wearing a bra. Tanisha looked at me, smiled, and said, “Wow, you look amazing today!” And winked at me. I blushed and then sat down for breakfast. After breakfast, Tanisha left for work, and it was Arjun and me alone for the day.He went into his room and joined his college lectures online, and I was in the hall watching movies. Then a plan struck my mind. It was evening, and the. Zekerniet in Amerika. "Of je bent gewoon biseksueel" zei Ingrid heelkoeltjes. Blijkbaar zag ze iets in mij waar ik mij zorgen over maakte.Op school hier in Nederland word ik ook wel eens getreiterd met Homo ofMietje. Dit was een peptalk die alleen Ingrid geven kon.Misschien was die opmerking wel het beste wat zij kon zeggen, want watmaakt het nou uit op wie je verliefd word, jongetje of meisje. Als hetzo is, dan is het zo.Met een stevige omhelzing zeiden we elkaar gedag en zwaaide ik mijnouders. Her big boobs spilling out of low cut blouse after some time were quite visible through her thin saree made wet due to sweat. I kept my eyes peeled to the streams of sweat that used to flow from her neck to the deep valley between her breasts. By this time her nipples used to start sticking out and I got full enjoyment of seeing my mothers breasts in their full glory. My mother noticed where my eyes were, but she did not bother about it. She casually took the loose end of her saree on her.