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Preetha walked towards the bedroom, taking her time, they were in no hurry. The world was their oyster and this lavish 3 BHK flat their love nest.
Preetha and Salim went back to the dreamy snuggery of the bedroom. Preetha set him back on his feet and Salim slid down, happy and satisfied by the comforting feel of his new mother carrying him from the dining space to the bedchamber.
Salim brushed the bed, fixing the crumpled bedsheets as they mentally prepared for their journey into each other. Preetha was delighted by the way he took care of everything, making everything his own, overcoming his hesitation. As he was busy with the bed she fixed her hair, piling the long lustrous stresses behind. Both her arms were naturally up and she didn’t even notice Salim was staring at her with a mesmerized expression his eyes were stuck unblinking at her pits and the lush dark growth that covered them. He realized that aside from the hair on their head, other hairy parts of woman’s body can look equally beautiful. It was natural and promised the secret pheromones of a woman’s intimate regions, the warmth of the fuzz and a forbidden smell that only the closest of the woman could be privy to. Would she allow him that special access? Would he be able to sniff that priceless perfume which was exclusive to her body? Would he be able to taste the texture of that warm dusky fuzz?
Preetha noticed this finally and smiled at him dreamily, there was something in his eyes that didn’t make her even slightly embarrassed due to her hirsute oxters. There was a fascination mixed with tenderness with which he stared at her hairy armpits. Due to her large frame and thick heavy arms, Preetha’s armpit region was quite wide and fleshy and quite peculiarly though the rest of her body was practically hairless due to sparse growth, her armpits and pubic region had an abundance of fur. Men don’t like armpit hair, and it is a way of them to body shame a woman and it has been marketed for years as being disgusting and unhygienic. Even Ayan had tremendous distaste for her armpit and pubic hairs. But this boy on the other hand was fascinated by it. Probably it is similar to young girls’ fascination with men with beards. It promises maturity, wisdom and the protectiveness of a father. Perhaps looking at Preetha’s armpit hair Salim had a similar yet distinctly divergent feeling of his own.
‘What are you looking at?’ Preetha asked playfully still arranging her hair and flaunting her armpits. Salim was caught unaware and he smiled shyly shaking his head ‘N…nothing Mommy, it’s just that you are so beautiful…’ he stammered a bit.
Preetha teased him a little by picking at her armpit hair with her fingers and expressing mock resentment. ‘Yes, beautiful – except these don’t you agree? I haven’t cleaned my armpits for weeks, see how dense it has grown, and once it grows it releases a lousy smell…tsk.’ She said.
‘No Mommy…Salim’ said with an innocent smile, ‘there’s no bad smell, not at all. In fact I think it really smells nice, and the hair looks so beautiful, just a small tuft…a warm patch of fuzz which my nose would love to dive in.’ He said without any hesitation.
‘You are a naughty little boy you know that?’ Preetha pinched his nose and slumped on the soft bed. ‘Come, sit beside me…’ she invited Salim who obeyed happily. Preetha looked at him with flirting eyes and told him, ‘Salim you have seen me the way just two other men has seen me in my life, I have kept nothing hidden from you. Now tell me which part of me you like the most?’
Salim stared at her for a moment and answered, ‘When we worship a goddess do we think which part we should worship? The whole idol is a symbol of divinity, just like that every single inch of you is beautiful Mommy, how can I distinguish?’ he asked.
Preetha laughted heartily, ‘No…these philosophies won’t work on me…’ she said mischievously, ‘You have to choose.’
Salim remained silent for a moment scratching the sheet of the bed and looked up with demure eyes.
‘If you ask me I would say your face Mommy, I don’t remember my mother’s face, but your face is the one which I have always imagined; a mother, a goddess and the woman I always dreamed of who will give me comfort and love as I spent nights on the rags of the slums or the concrete of the pavement.’ He said. ‘When I first saw you as you slapped the watchman I must say I was terrified, your face was beautiful, but it was the beauty of a roaring fire, and then in the lift when you said not to be afraid your face was beautiful like the silver light of the moon.’
Preetha beamed at Salim, how could he speak suck beautiful words? He didn’t sound like a street urchin at that moment.
‘And the other part…’ Salim continued, now a bit hesitantly ‘Are your breasts, not just because they are so big and beautiful but because you gave me sustenance from them. My insides were burning with hunger and you quenched that fire with the milk of your body. It was the sweetest most sublime thing that ever entered my mouth. You saved my life with the very nectar of your body; the body of a goddess and from that moment I knew my life, my very being belongs to you.’
Preetha sighed and cupped her heavy breasts with both hands. ‘You were denied love Salim, on the other hand I am a hapless woman who had been denied to give my love to the one who was growing inside me. There’s so much love trapped inside me…in these very breasts that it hurts…it feels like they will explode with the pent up love boiling within and this pain is just not in my mind, it is in my body, in these very breasts which I relieved today by feeding you.’ Preetha said as she rubbed her breasts slowly over the satin material of her night dress. She could feel the buds moisten.
‘You know a normal woman produces close to a liter of milk per day in her lactation period and I am no normal woman.’ Said Preetha looking into Salim’s eyes ‘Considering my size and raging hormones I believe I am capable of expressing double the amount. Now imagine all this milk pent up in my breasts for months hurting my mammary glands day and night, the pain and the yearning for an eager mouth to suckle from them, think about what I had gone through and how you saved me from that pain.’