When I was a kid, my mother let me suck her nipples when she came out of the shower. Not when I was a baby but when I was about four years old. Way after breastfeeding age, I suckled on my mothers nipples pretty much everytime she came out of the shower and started putting on lotion.
The first time it happened was when I walked in on her putting lotion on in front of her dressing table. She was completely naked apart from a necklace she always wore. I asked to suck on her nipples like a baby. I knew that babies sucked on their mother's nipples for milk and I figured that I was her baby and wanted to suck on them. She laughed and said it was okay. She bent over so her titties were hanging down. I held her shoulders and lifted my legs up so they were wrapped around her waist and began sucking her right nipple. She held me in an embrace as I hung from her like a baby monkey and suckled. After a few seconds, I moved my mouth to suck her left nipple. I sucked hard and pulled her whole areola into my mouth. Then she said, "okay", and I released and went on my way. I remember that as my first moment of tingly arousal. I had seen her naked before and enjoyed doing do, getting a little excited while I watched her put on lotion and staring at her private parts. The moment I suckled on her nipples was the closest my four year old self had come to orgasm, I realise now. Just a tingly rush in my chest and by my pelvis. I got an erection that day and maybe that's why she said "okay", meaning it was time to stop. She might have felt my penis grow stiff near her own privates since my legs were wrapped around her waist. Whether she was conflicted at that time or not did not really matter since we did our hanging-monkey nipple sucking routine day after day from that moment onwards.
In the beginning, I always walked in and asked to suck her titties again. After a few days of this she simply assumed her bent over position when I walked into her room. Her breats hanging for my young tongue. Eventually she'd call me into her room when she came out of the shower to suckle on her nipples. She had this little dance when she did. Like she was being slapstick silly she would call me and when I opened the door she would point to her nipples with each hand in a very exaggerated way and say, "Ka choink choinks!". With each "choink" she would emphasise by pointing of each index finger, bringing them closer her nipples and then back. As if to say, "it's titty sucking time and these are my nipples waiting for you to suck them".
It was like a little game we played. A funny game where we pretended that I was there to suck her titties but wasn't sure where to find her nipples. She would do her little silly dance and them point at them with emphasis each day, just so I knew it titty-time. Titty-time was special. Even at that young age I knew it was a secret. We never spoke about it outside those stolen moments after her showers. It was the same comfortable routine each day - she would be completely naked and I would either walk into her room or she would call my name. As soon as we made eye-contact it was the quick dance, followed be the wonderfully familair chant of, "ka choink choinks!" while she point at her nipples, then I'd go and hang off her in our usual baby-monkey position and suck on each of her nipples. I got used to the taste of her skin, plain after she showered with soft areolas and stiff erect nipples. I remember thinking it was almost like sucking on lollipops, but ones which had a lovely cushion right beneath the hard candy tip.
Even though the rooutine was pretty much the same everyday, it evolved ever so slightly with time. In addition to sucking her erect nipples and areolas, I began to suck, lick, and kiss the rest of breasts. I would kiss her on the lips before and after sucking her titties and we would maintain the embrace for a few moments after I was finished with suckling. The length of titty-time also grew progressively. I would always get an erection, sometimes even before I starting sucking her titties, and my young stiffened penis would be pressed against her stomach, very close to her hairy cookie, for longer and longer each time while I held her close and pretended to suckle milk from her nipples.
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