I still remember the first time I saw him. Maurice was almost turning two year old when we met. I was then nine. He had just return with his parents from Australia where his dad was doing his doctoral studies. His mother is my godmother and she was breast feeding him and it was quite a sight seeing him drink.

Then one night godmother called me and asked if I could babysit Maurice for awhile as both parents needed to attend to a dinner. I agreed and when to their nice little home.

both of them had gone for close to an hour before baby Maurice awoke. He cried and I thought he was wet. I undo his pampers to change but it was dry. However I spotted his little dick and was curious so I took it in my hand and touched it gently. this made Maurice cooed but I realize it was improper so I wore his pampers back, but decided one day I will have to have this dick.

Maurice started crying and seemed uncomfortable and as I carried him, he suddenly brought his mouth to my breast. Then my breast was only a little spout and only the nipples were erected as he tried latching onto me. it was really an experience having a baby suck your nipple. I felt like a women while I was only eight.

After that experience, I never told godmother about it, but every time I was with Maurice and godmother wasn't looking, I would offer him my little breasts and that seem like it soothed the both of us and also built a bond that no one knew of. Godma stopped breastfeeding Maurice at one and half years but our little act continued till he was three.

I moved away from godmother as my real mother had a job offer but would return to visit godmother yearly. by the time Maurice was 7, I visited one month with godmother and was fourteen. With growing breasts I was shy to play with Maurice but as we shared the same bedroom, I would have to read him bedtime stories. one night as we were hiding under the blanket with a thick storybook, Maurice playfully pulled down my shirt and touched my breasts. He mimicked sucking it and that fully aroused me. as he jumped on top of me, he said "I want your milk!" I was stunned but explained to him I did not have milk. Nonetheless, he suckled at my breasts and then there was no need for bedtime stories when there was breasts.

After that month of closeness with Maurice, Godmother turned Buddhist and was strict with her upbringing of Maurice and didn't allow us to meet. My family drew away and so we did not meet, until I was 28 working in New York.

I bumped into Maurice at a nearby food joint near my university where I was doing parttime librarian work and studying and he had just his masters course. At first, we didn't recognize each other but just found we look familiar. After talking at the food joint we connected the dots and realize how we were related. I invited Maurice over to my studio apartment the next day for dinner as it was New Years Eve. both of us had no relatives so we agreed to eat at my place.

He came over and had a nice simple homecooked dinner and as I went to kitchen to prepare dessert, that cheeky Maurice grabbed me from behind and hugged me. It felt so surreal and yet intimate. He asked if I was going to give him milk for dessert. That's when I realized he still remembered after all these years.

he bend down to kiss me and soon we were in flames of passion. At the stroke of midnight, we were both in bed- in each other's arms. I finally got to try out the dick that I once held in my fingers many years ago and when he came inside me, nothing was more real than a dream come true.

Till today, Maurice and I are still living together as a married couple. Sex has never been greater and more exciting as when it is with a childhood lover.