Chapter 2

Now she spoke after prolonged silence. She said “yes papa, I have a problem with feeding. My son does not drink all my milk and that makes my breasts hurt when they get full. I already know there is nothing we can do about that”.

I said “don’t give up so soon on me dear, let me try to find you a solution”. I quickly messaged my guru asking for a solution. She advised I get Anjali a breast pump so she can fully empty her milk.

Looking at Anjali, I said “there is a solution, I can get you a breast pump so you can empty your excess milk”. Anjali said “no papa, leave it to me. I will manage”. I got persistent, I said “if you could manage then why would you be living with this pain? I cannot see you suffer like this, please understand Anjali”.

After some more prolonged silence, she said “okay papa, get me the pump”. My grandson was again making slurping sounds while feeding which was driving me crazy. I tried pushing my luck by saying “are you sure you don’t want to talk to me about your other problems Anjali”.

She firmly said “no papa, let’s not talk about it”. I pretended to be dumb, I asked “so what size of pump should I buy”? She said “papa I have no idea because I have never heard of or used one. Just bring whatever is available”.

I left and came back with a manual pump. The store guy showed me the machine pump but also said the machine pump is known to cause pain to some women. So playing safe I got the manual pump.

I gave her the box, she lovingly looked at me and said “you are taking so much care of me. I am so grateful to you papa. I wish Hansh would have been like this, but sadly...”. I kissed her forehead and said “you don’t have to thank me ever. Remember you are the very purpose of my life”.

I again tried discussing about her other problems but she quickly changed the topic. So I also let it go because I did not want to ruin the progress I was making. Then I left her alone for some time and sat in the living room watching TV.

Anjali came and sat with me looking very relieved. I asked “so was the pump helpful Anjali”? She quickly said “yes papa, it was very helpful. I am feeling so good after a very long time”. I asked “so what did you do with the milk”?

She casually laughed and replied “what is there to do with it papa ... I drained it in the sink”. I said “why waste milk, you could have kept it in the fridge. I would have lovingly had it”. She was shocked to no end when I said this.

She exclaimed “what are you saying papa. No no this can never happen. This is so wrong”. I replied “why is it wrong? You are wasting it anyways in the drain”. She said “no papa I will drain it only. With the pump solution this problem will be over soon anyway”.

I was clueless about what to say now, so I sought more advice. I pretended to get a little emotional, I said “dear mother’s milk is the most nutritious thing on this planet. Why are you so hell bent on wasting it. If I can drink it because it helps an old man, then why not”?

After some thought, she said “this is very weird but if you so strongly feel it will help you then I will keep it in the fridge from next time”. I kissed her hands and forehead saying “now you are finally talking like my best friend Anjali. Thank you so much dear”.

Then we retired to our rooms for an afternoon nap. We normally have evening tea around 5-5.30pm. so according to the plan I left my door ajar enough for her to peep in while I got busy watching porn on my mobile and stroking my seven inches all exposed lying on my bed.

As expected I heard her footsteps approaching my door because she wears anklets which jingle when she walks. I started stroking harder while pretending to look at my phone but was actually keeping a watch on the door from the corner of my eye.

Anjali called pushing the door open “papa tea is ready”. She was in shock when she saw me and quickly retreated. Then I saw her peeping again inside with her eyes wide seeing me stroke my big cock.

After she had a good long look she went away. This was just what I needed to shoot another big load. Then I joined her in the living room. There was an awkward silence between us. Then I said “I am sorry for what happened Anjali”.

She quickly said “no papa, it was my fault, I should have knocked before entering”. Her face had turned crimson when she spoke. I said “well all this is because of my loneliness and I cannot control myself. I am sure you would also be doing the same because Hansh does not give you bedroom time either...”.

Anjali stayed quiet when I said this looking down at her tea cup. Then after a while she said “papa just forget what happened ... One more thing, I have kept the milk in the fridge for you”. Then we generally chatted about other things.

After finishing tea I went to the fridge and drank her milk. It was so tasty. I have sucked my wife’s tits too when she was breastfeeding Anjali but I have to admit that Anjali’s milk was much more tastier. After relishing her milk I went to her room, she was busy checking something on her phone.