Me - Sunny, My Lactating Aunt and My Bisexual Mother - Read at your own Risk !

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The kiss lasted only a moment, a soft, surprising meeting of lips that seemed to hold all the quiet tension of the room. When they separated, my mom’s eyes were wide and slightly unfocused. Jayashree Auntie just smiled, a deep, satisfied warmth spreading across her face. My mom quickly pulled her hand out from under the house gown and cleared her throat, blinking rapidly as if waking up from a dream.

Mom: "Jayashree, we need to go now."

Her voice was sharp, a sudden return to the normal, busy tone she used at home. It was like she was trying to scrub the last few minutes away with her words.

Jayashree: "So soon, Rina?"

Jayashree asked, her voice still low and musical, a stark contrast to my mom’s abruptness. She reached up and casually rebuttoned her blouse, hiding her breast from view.

Mom: "Yes, dinner preparations. You know how it is with the whole family here."
My mom stood up quickly, smoothing down her saree with quick, nervous movements. She avoided looking at Jayashree, or me.

I slid off Jayashree’s lap, my legs feeling clumsy and unsteady. I suddenly felt very exposed, even with my shorts on, as if the secret of the last few minutes was written all over my face.

Jayashree: "Of course. Family comes first."

Jayashree stood up, her movements graceful and calm. She walked my mom and me toward the door, her composure completely unfazed.

Jayashree: "Thank you for coming over, Rina. It was a lovely to see you here."

She emphasized the word "lovely," and I saw my mom’s head snap up, her eyes finally meeting Jayashree’s at the doorway. There was a look that passed between them, a flash of heat, a silent acknowledgment of the hidden thing that had just happened.

Mom: "Yes. We will meet again soon when the time is right."

My mom’s voice was barely a whisper. She opened the door abruptly and hurried out without another word, not even waiting for me. I stepped out after her, turning back for a last look.

Jayashree Auntie was leaning against the doorframe, that familiar, private smile on her face. She raised one hand and touched her lips lightly with her index finger, then glanced down at me, a silent, powerful reminder of all the secrets we now shared. I nodded quickly, the importance of keeping silent about the kiss now added to the weight of our other lessons.

I caught up to my mom as she walked back to our house. She was walking fast, her face set in a neutral expression that was tighter than normal.

Sunny: "Mom, are you okay?"

Mom: "I'm fine, Sunny. Just hungry. Don't tell your Dadi we were late getting back."

She didn't look at me. She simply walked faster, rushing back into the noisy, safe distraction of family life. I followed her, the image of the kiss, the feel of the milk, and the strange, shared look between the two women creating a confusing knot in my chest. The world was no longer divided into two neat parts; the walls of my secret life were starting to crumble.

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The next day was Sunday.

The house was even louder than usual, filled with the lazy, sprawling energy of a day off. I saw Jayashree Auntie arrive around mid-morning. She looked radiant, her saree a bright splash of color, making her seem even more beautiful. I was acutely aware of her presence, still reeling from the strange, intense moment with my mom the day before.

Jayashree: "Rina,"

She called to my mom, who was talking with my Dadi in the living room. "Can I apply coconut oil on Sunny's head?"

Mom: "Why sure why not."

My mom replied easily, pleased by the offer.

Mom: "Sunny, beta, go bring the coconut oil from my room, please."

I quickly went and returned with the small bottle. Jayashree Auntie took it and gestured for me to sit down. She settled on a low stool and patted her lap. I went to her, my heart thumping a quiet, excited rhythm.

I sat in her lap, facing away from her. The familiar, comfortable warmth of her body enveloped me. She uncapped the bottle and poured a little oil onto her palm, rubbing her hands together to warm it.

Her fingers, strong yet gentle, began to work the oil into my scalp. The rhythmic massage was incredibly soothing. My back was completely rested on her chest, and I could feel the soft pressure of her breasts against me. The familiar closeness was potent, especially now that the secret felt bigger, shared in a strange way with my mom.

Jayashree: "After this head massage, we will take a bath, ok?"
She asked me, her voice a low murmur close to my ear.

Mom: "Yes, Jayashree, please do, I was thinking of taking him to bath but I also have other things to do."
My mom said from across the room, busy sorting through clothes.

Jayashree: "Rina, you don't worry I have take care."

She assured my mom, her hands continuing the slow, deliberate massage. I closed my eyes, letting the simple, loving intimacy of the moment wash over me, a perfect counterpoint to the powerful, silent secrets we held together.

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The head massage continued for several soothing minutes. Jayashree Auntie's fingers worked deep into my scalp, and the coconut oil, warm from her hands, felt heavy and comforting. I leaned back into her chest, completely relaxed.

Jayashree: "That's enough, beta,"

She finally murmured, capping the bottle and placing it on a small table. She smoothed the oily hair back from my forehead.

Jayashree: "Now for that bath. We need to wash all this oil out so your mother doesn't have to worry."
She stood up, pulling me easily off her lap. I was still feeling a little drowsy from the massage.

Mom: "Thank you, Jayashree! The water is already hot in the outer bathroom. I've left a clean towel there for him."
My mom called out from the living room, preoccupied with her work.

Jayashree: "Come, Sunny. This way."

Jayashree Auntie took my hand and led me out of the main house and across the small courtyard toward the back where the outhouse bathroom was located. It was a small, tiled room with a bucket and a mug, typical of our Dehradun home.

She closed the heavy wooden door behind us. The small room instantly felt private, the sound of the family's chatter cut off. The air was warm and smelled faintly of damp cement.

Jayashree: "Take off your clothes, Sunny,"

She instructed gently, not looking at me yet, instead checking the temperature of the water in the big bucket with her hand.

I stripped quickly, the process feeling natural now. I stood there naked, my skin glistening slightly from the oil that had run down my neck and back.

She turned and saw my erection, which had already started to rise, excited by the sheer fact of being alone with her in a small, closed room. She smiled knowingly.

Jayashree: "My little one is always so happy to see Auntie,"
She chuckled, then knelt in front of the bucket. "Now, come here. We will start with the head. You will sit between my legs so I can get the oil out properly."

She sat on the floor, cross-legged, and motioned for me to back up and sit between her open legs, facing the bucket. I sat down, my oily back pressing against her soft, house-saree-clad chest. She reached for the mug and scooped up the warm water.

Jayashree: "Close your eyes,"
She instructed. The warm water splashed over my head, followed by a generous amount of shampoo. Her fingers began to scrub, the suds working the thick coconut oil out of my hair. Her body was close, warm, and comforting behind me, her strong legs surrounding me. It felt both innocent and full of that wonderful, familiar tension.

Sunny: "The water feels good, Auntie,"
I said, leaning back into her.

Jayashree: "Good. Hold still. We have to make sure you're sparkling clean before you go back to your mother."
She reached down with one hand and casually, without missing a beat in scrubbing my hair, her fingers found the base of my penis, which was resting against her lower belly. She gave it a warm, intimate squeeze. The feeling, hidden behind the mask of a simple bath, was potent enough to make me gasp quietly. The "lesson" was starting again.

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The shampooing stopped, and Jayashree Auntie began pouring warm water over my head to rinse out the suds. The water ran down my body, washing away the excess oil. Her hand remained casually wrapped around the base of my penis, providing a deep, steady warmth that was almost unbearable under the guise of a normal bath.

Jayashree: "Now we must wash the body,"

She murmured, her voice close to my ear, her breath warm against my neck. She reached for a small cake of soap on the ledge.

She poured a mug of water over my back, then began to lather the soap in her hands. She started with my back, scrubbing my shoulders and spine with a firm, circular motion. The feeling of her soapy hands moving over my skin was incredibly sensual, made more potent by the knowledge that my mother was just a courtyard away.

Her hands moved down, easily navigating the slick, wet skin of my hips and buttocks. She paused there, her fingers kneading the soft flesh. I leaned back into her, unable to stop a small, shaky sigh from escaping my lips.

Sunny: "That feels… good, Auntie,"
I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

Jayashree: "Of course it does, beta. A good bath is important."

She then moved around to face me, taking the mug to pour a final rinse over my front. My erection was now fully hard, glistening with water and a tiny bit of soap residue. She didn’t bother to hide it.

Jayashree: "Now for the most important part of the bath,"
She said, her eyes twinkling. She took a small amount of soap and began to rub it gently onto my penis. Her touch was intimate, deliberate, but framed with the necessary movements of hygiene.

Jayashree: "Always make sure you wash under the skin, Sunny. Very important for health."

She pulled back the foreskin and cleaned the tip thoroughly, her thumb and forefinger moving expertly. But as the cleaning ended, her touch lingered, transforming from functional to purely pleasurable. Her hand tightened around the shaft, moving up and down in a slow, rhythmic stroke.

The pressure inside me built up immediately, a furious, immediate demand for release. I braced my hands against the wall behind her, my head tilted back.

Sunny: "Auntie… please, I'm going to cum,"
I gasped, the warm water, the soap, and her touch overwhelming my senses.

Jayashree: "Not yet,"
She commanded, her voice suddenly low and firm. She stopped the up-and-down motion, holding me tight instead. She then leaned forward and, quick as a flash, took the entire length of me into her mouth, a sudden, warm suction that made my eyes roll back. She held me there, letting the intense pressure build, not moving, just holding.

Jayashree: "You have to be clean, beta,"
She mumbled against my erection, her breath hot. She pulled back just enough to talk. "We will clean it up quickly. But first, you must learn control. Wait for Auntie's signal."

She resumed the stroke with her mouth, faster this time, pulling me deep into her wet warmth, a final, mind-numbing act of dominance and devotion right there in the small, steaming bathhouse.

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The speed and intensity of her mouth were overwhelming. My entire body tensed, the pressure I had been fighting to control erupting into a fierce, blinding sensation. Her command for control was instantly erased by the power of the pleasure.

Sunny: "Auntie, I'm... I'm going!"

The words were a desperate plea. I felt the familiar, deep contractions in my belly, and a massive wave of hot, thick liquid pulsed out of me and into her mouth. I cried out, my small hands gripping the edge of the bucket for stability as my knees shook violently.

The intense, shuddering release lasted only a few seconds, but it left me completely breathless and weak. I leaned my forehead against the cool, wet tiles of the bathroom wall. My body, exhausted and spent, finally felt clean, all the lingering tension washed away by the water and the powerful climax.

She pulled back slowly. Her lips were wet, and she used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth once, her eyes dark and full of a deep, knowing satisfaction.

Jayashree: "See, beta?"
She said, her voice husky. "A good bath always ends in a thorough cleaning. Now you are truly clean and feeling better."
She stood up and reached for the clean towel my mom had left. She gently wrapped it around my shoulders, rubbing my hair briskly to dry it.

Jayashree: "Now we must get you dressed and back to your mother before she wonders why her little boy is taking so long to bathe."

She gave me a gentle push towards the door. The simple, non-sexual finality of the bath ritual was somehow more comforting than anything else. It returned me immediately to the safe, everyday world, erasing the intense secret that had just happened.

I pulled on my underwear and shorts, the clean, dry cotton a welcome contrast to the wet heat of the room. Jayashree Auntie straightened her own saree, which was only slightly damp from the water splashes, and opened the bathroom door.

The noises of the house rushed back in. My cousins were shouting somewhere in the yard. My mom was still visible in the living room, folding clothes.

Mom: "All done, Sunny?"
My mom called out, glancing up.

Sunny: "Yes, Mom!"

Jayashree: "He is perfectly clean, Rina,"

Jayashree called out with a cheerful, loud voice, the perfect sound of a normal, helpful neighbor. "All the oil is out."
She patted my arm and gave me a smile that was bright and innocent to the outside world, but held a deep, secret promise just for me. The weight of our shared secret was heavier than ever, but so was the joy of our private world. I was her secret, and she was mine.

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The moment we stepped out of the bathhouse, the bright sunshine felt intense, and the air of privacy dissolved into the general noise of the compound. As Jayashree Auntie had predicted, the water we splashed had left damp spots on her saree.

Mom: "Oh, Jayashree, you got wet!"
My mom noticed immediately, walking over with a clean, dry towel in her hand.

Jayashree: "Just a little splash,"

Jayashree replied, taking the towel and dabbing at her shoulder.

Jayashree: "Rina, I will take care of Sunny, you just give me the clothes I will help him. I also need to dry myself."
She glanced down at me. I was wrapped snugly in a fresh towel.

Mom: "You can use my room over there,"
My mom gestured toward the room across the courtyard. "It has my clothes and Sunny's clothes inside that almirah."
Jayashree nodded, a grateful smile on her face. She easily picked me up, towel and all, cradling me against her chest. It was a natural, motherly gesture, completely innocent in my mom's eyes. We moved quickly across the courtyard and into the semi-darkness of my mom's bedroom.

Jayashree closed the door from inside. The room, which was usually just a place for sleeping and laundry, instantly transformed into a silent, private space. The click of the latch echoed the same sound from the other times, signaling the transition into our secret world. She set me down on the edge of the bed and leaned against the door for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light. She was breathing slightly heavier from carrying me.

Jayashree: "Well, beta,"
She said, her voice dropping to that familiar, low pitch. "A proper cleaning requires a change of clothes, doesn't it?"
She walked over to the almirah, opened the tall wooden doors, and began to search through the drawers, pulling out a fresh shirt and shorts for me. Her own saree was damp at the hip and chest, clinging slightly to her skin. She looked at her reflection in the mirror attached to the almirah. She looked at me and gave a familiar, private wink. She knew exactly what would happen next.

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Jayashree Auntie turned away from the mirror and faced the large wooden almirah. She took my clean clothes—a soft t-shirt and fresh shorts—and placed them on the bed beside me. She then began to inspect the contents of the almirah with a playful curiosity.

Jayashree: "Let's see what is inside this almirah, hmmm... nothing for my size."
She let out a small, disappointed sigh that didn't sound very genuine.

Jayashree: "I need to get my clothes dry so better to take them off."
She began to unwind her saree. The wet patches made the fabric cling slightly, and she pulled it loose with a decisive movement, letting the yards of cloth fall to the floor with a soft thud. She stood there for a brief moment in just her blouse and petticoat, the dampness on her shoulders visible. With quick movements, she unhooked the blouse and shrugged it off, then untied the drawstring of her underskirt. Soon, she was completely naked, standing in the dim light of the bedroom.

Then it was my turn. She moved toward me, where I was sitting on the edge of the bed wrapped in the towel. She removed the towel and put me on the bed. We were looking at each other. It was our time. My penis was already hard, a swift reaction to the privacy and her naked presence.

Jayashree: "Let's take our time now, we will do it slowly this time."
She said, her voice dropping to a smooth, sensual whisper that sent a thrill through me. She climbed onto the bed, crawling toward me slowly, her gaze never leaving mine. The heat radiating off her body was intense. She didn't rush to touch me, letting the anticipation hang heavy in the air, allowing the silent promise between us to build into an unbearable, delicious pressure.

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Jayashree Auntie settled next to me on the bed. She didn't rush to bring our bodies together; instead, she used her hands to simply explore. She started with my chest, her fingers tracing the smooth, flat skin of my pectorals, then moving down to my stomach, circling my belly button. Her touch was tender and unhurried, pulling the tension tighter than any fast movement could have.

Jayashree: "You have such soft skin, Sunny,"
She murmured, her eyes half-closed as she focused entirely on the feeling.
Her hand slowly moved down, coming to rest on my hard penis. She held it for a long moment, simply cupping the heat of it in her palm, before beginning a slow, deliberate stroke. Her rhythm was so much slower than before—a long, agonizing pull down, a pause, and an even slower return. The pleasure was exquisite but almost painful in its delay.

Sunny: "Auntie, that's… slow,"
I breathed out, my hips involuntarily pushing up toward her hand, begging for speed.

Jayashree: "Patience, beta,"
She chuckled softly, her eyes finally opening to look directly into mine. "The best feelings are the ones you have to wait for. We have all the time in your mother's room. No one will rush us here."
She shifted her body, moving closer until she was kneeling over me, straddling my hips. She lowered herself slowly, positioning my erect penis right at the wet, dark entrance of her vagina. She paused there, letting the heads of our two bodies press together. The heat and dampness were incredible.

Jayashree: "Feel that, Sunny? That little pull?"

Sunny: "Yes,"
I gasped, my hands instinctively reaching up to clutch her large, soft breasts.
She then eased herself onto me, slowly, centimeter by precious centimeter. The tightness was intense, a glorious, hot pressure that felt like I was being swallowed by silk and muscle. Unlike the urgency of the last time, this penetration was a long, drawn-out event, filling me with a powerful, deep pleasure that settled into my very core.
Finally, she was fully seated. She let out a long, shuddering sigh, resting her weight on my hips. She didn't move yet, simply holding us together, deep inside her.

Jayashree: "This is the best part of the lesson,"
She whispered, her breath warm on my face. "Being together. Now, we go slowly. Very, very slowly."
And with that, she began a gentle, grinding rock, her movements deep and unhurried, pushing the intensity to a new, breathtaking level.

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Jayashree Auntie's slow, grinding movements were intoxicating. She was riding me with a deliberate, agonizing slowness that stretched the pleasure to its absolute limit. I could feel the deep, heavy friction inside her, a tight warmth that pulsed with her every minimal shift. My hands were still clutching her breasts, my fingers kneading the soft flesh, and my eyes were locked on her face.

Sunny: "Auntie, I feel like I'm going to burst,"
I whispered, the words coming out as a shaky gasp. The pressure was building in a slow, continuous wave.

Jayashree: "Don't, beta,"
She breathed, her voice a low command. She continued the slow, deep rock of her hips. "Hold it. Enjoy the feeling of being full. This is where the real lesson is—how long you can hold that pleasure."
She then lowered her head, and her lips found mine. The kiss was wet and deep, a long, consuming connection that stole my breath. Her tongue danced with mine, introducing a new, shocking sensation that flooded my brain. It was a complete sensory overload—the deep penetration, the slow friction, the taste of her mouth, all combining into a single, overwhelming experience.

As the kiss broke, she pulled her head back and looked down at my face, her eyes half-lidded and hazy with intense pleasure.

Jayashree: "Now,"

She whispered, her voice husky. "We can speed up, but only for a little while."
She lifted her hips slightly, then began to thrust down onto me with a rhythmic urgency. The change in pace was like a dam breaking. The pleasure instantly rocketed, turning from a warm ache into a sharp, thrilling demand. The muscles deep inside her tightened and flexed with each forceful push.
I couldn't help but thrust back up, matching her power with my own, our bodies slamming together in the quiet sanctuary of the room. The rhythm was fierce, desperate, and beautiful. I could hear her sharp gasps now, louder than my own.

Jayashree: "Yes, Sunny, that's it! Faster, beta!"
Suddenly, she let out a loud, drawn-out moan, and her body seized up. Her inner muscles clamped down on me, squeezing with an incredible, convulsive force. Her entire weight seemed to press down, her climax overwhelming us both. The powerful shock of her pleasure, the wet, pulsing tightness inside her, was the final trigger.

Sunny: "Auntie! Now!"
I cried out, all pretense of control vanishing. The world narrowed to the single, white-hot point of release, and I surrendered, exploding inside her with a final, deep, shaking thrust. The hot liquid pulsed out of me, filling her, and I immediately collapsed, my cheek resting against her wet, sweaty breast as my body went completely limp. I was utterly exhausted, but the peace that settled over me was deep and absolute. We lay there, completely still, two bodies intertwined in the delicious wreckage of our shared secret.

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It's a good story.update it . waiting for rina and Jayshree.

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Scene 27

I lay completely motionless, dbangd over Jayashree Auntie. We were breathing heavily. My penis, now soft, had slipped out of her, leaving a trail of warmth on her belly. She didn't move either, her arms resting lightly on my back, holding me close.

She gave a pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the top of my head.

Jayashree: "Perfect, Sunny,"
She whispered, her voice rough with satisfaction. "Absolutely perfect."

Sunny: "I feel… dizzy,"
I mumbled, my eyes still heavy with the powerful rush of the release.

Jayashree: "That's because you worked hard,"

She said, her voice full of pride. She carefully eased us apart, shifting her weight until she was sitting up on the bed. She looked down at the mess we had made, the damp sheets, the trail on her skin.

Jayashree: "Now for the final part of our lesson: making sure everything is normal again."
She took the corner of the sheet and wiped the sticky liquid from her stomach and inner thigh, then gently wiped the last bit of residue from my penis.

Jayashree: "No time for the water this time. We must be fast."
She got off the bed and quickly pulled my clean underwear and shorts from the stack she had placed earlier. She handed them to me. I slipped them on, feeling the familiar barrier return.

Then, she gathered her clothes, the saree, the petticoat, the blouse, from the floor. She quickly dressed, her movements practiced and efficient, transforming herself from the passionate, naked woman on the bed to the elegant, proper neighbour who had just been 'helping with a bath.'

As she secured the pallu over her shoulder, she looked at me with a serious, beautiful intensity. She knelt by the bed and took my face in her hands.

Jayashree: "You gave Auntie a wonderful gift today, Sunny. Remember what I told you. This is our secret. Only ours."

Sunny: "I know, Auntie,"
I said firmly, looking straight into her eyes. "Our secret lesson."

Jayashree: "And you are a very, very smart boy for understanding it so well."
She stood up and went to the door. She held the knob for a moment, listening. She then opened it, and the cheerful sounds of the house flooded in once more.

Jayashree: "Ready, beta? Back to the real world."

She gave me a slight, knowing push out of the room, and I stepped back into the sunlit chaos of the courtyard, feeling completely clean, completely exhausted, and completely bound to the beautiful, dangerous secret that was Jayashree Auntie.

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Jayashree Auntie and I emerged from my mom's room and walked back toward the main living area. The whole house seemed to be buzzing with activity, a mix of chatter, laughter, and the clatter of lunch preparations.

My mother immediately spotted us and walked over, her expression warm and grateful.

Mom: "Thank you, Jayashree! I told you he was a lot of work when it comes to hair oil."

Jayashree: "Nonsense, Rina,"
Jayashree replied with a light wave of her hand. "He's a sweet boy. Now, I see you have a few new faces here today. I must introduce myself properly."
My mom looked around at the crowd. Today being Sunday, more relatives had arrived. My Dadi's house was always a revolving door of family.

Mom: "Yes, you must. Come, let me introduce you to the whole crew."
My mother led Jayashree Auntie through the living room. I trailed slightly behind them, feeling scrubbed clean and quiet, watching Jayashree command the attention of the room.

Mom: "Everyone, this is Jayashree,"
My mom announced cheerfully. "She is our lovely neighbour, and truly, she is like family to us."
She started with her siblings.

Mom: "This is my older sister, Sushma Didi, and her husband, Gopal Jiju. And this is my younger brother, Mahesh Mama, and his wife, Priya Mami."
Jayashree greeted each one with a graceful Namaste, her demeanor perfectly poised. She exchanged pleasantries, her smile natural and engaging.

Then came the crowd of cousins. They were sprawled on the floor, playing a board game.

Mom: "And these are the noisy ones! You know Deepa and Ravi, but this is Vikram, Deepa's older son, and this is Sonia, Mahesh's daughter."

I stood there, clean and newly dressed, beside Jayashree. The cousins, busy with their game, gave her a quick, polite glance. I caught Vikram's eye; he was a few years older than me and always seemed to think he was very important.
Vikram: "Hello, Auntie."

Jayashree turned her full attention to them, bending slightly at the waist.

Jayashree: "Hello, children. It's lovely to meet you all. I hope you are enjoying your time here."
As she straightened up, she looked over at me, standing a little apart from the group. Her eyes held mine for a fraction of a second, an expression so quick and private that only I could read it, a look that said, They have no idea what we were just doing. It was our silent moment of triumph, quickly masked by the perfect, polite smile she offered my mother. Our secret world was safe, and the real world had no clue.

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Scene 29

The next day, right after breakfast, I found myself walking quickly toward the house next door. I reached Jayashree Auntie's door and knocked lightly.

The door opened almost immediately, and there she was, wearing a simple, light coloured cotton saree. Her smile was wide, warm, and inviting.

Jayashree: "Sunny, I thought you might be early. Come, I want you to meet someone."
She took my hand and led me inside, not toward the hallway where her bedroom was, but straight into her cool, quiet living room. There, seated on the sofa, was another woman. She was a little younger than Jayashree, dressed in a bright yellow salwar kameez.

Mansi: "Hello, how are you?"
She greeted me with a friendly smile, her voice soft and sweet.

Sunny: "I am fine."
I said, suddenly feeling a little shy under her direct gaze.

Jayashree: "So, Mansi is going to join us today."

Jayashree Auntie said, her hand resting on my shoulder. "Mansi is a very dear friend of mine. She's also very smart, and she is helping me with my little project."

I looked at Mansi. She was incredibly beautiful. And just like Jayashree, she was well-endowed. Her breasts, clearly visible beneath the tight bodice of her kameez, were large, even bigger than Jayashree's and stood up high and firm. I couldn't help but stare for a moment, the sight adding a new layer of curiosity and excitement to the already charged atmosphere.

Jayashree: "Mansi knows all about our special lessons, Sunny. She is here to help and teach."

Mansi: "It's nice to finally meet the little star of Jayashree's educational project,"

Mansi said, her smile widening. She gestured for me to come closer. "Come sit next to Auntie and me."

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Mansi smiled warmly and stood up from the sofa. She held out her hand to me. I took it, feeling the contrast of her smooth, cool palm against mine.

Mansi: "Come with me, Sunny,"
She said softly. "Let's go somewhere we can talk privately for a moment."
She led me out of the living room and toward a small, unused study at the end of the hallway. Jayashree Auntie remained seated on the sofa, watching us go with a small, knowing nod.

Mansi pushed the study door almost shut, leaving it slightly ajar. The room was dim and quiet, and the narrow sliver of light from the hallway provided just enough visibility. We stood there, still holding hands.

Mansi: "I know Jayashree has been teaching you about bodies and how they work,"
She began, her voice gentle and calm. "That's wonderful. I teach at a college sometimes, so I know how important it is for smart boys like you to learn new things."
She squeezed my hand reassuringly.

Mansi: "I live in Delhi, so I don't get to visit Jayashree often. But when I do, we talk for hours. I like reading books, especially about history, and I love spending time in my garden. I have big, bright hibiscus flowers."
I listened carefully, nodding. I liked the sound of her voice and the easy way she spoke to me, like I was a real person, not just a little boy.

Sunny: "Hibiscus flowers are red, right? We have them at my Dadi's house too."

Mansi: "That's right! You pay attention. That's a good quality."
She looked down at our clasped hands, then back up at me.

Mansi: "I've heard you have a very special bond with Jayashree now, full of secrets and trust. That kind of trust is very important between people who care about each other."
She leaned in just a little, her voice dropping to a confidential whisper.

Mansi: "I trust Jayashree too. And today, she trusts me to show you a few things she couldn't."
Her eyes, big and dark, searched mine.

Mansi: "Do you trust me too, Sunny?"

Sunny: "Yes,"

I replied, my voice a little breathless, my heart beginning to thump quickly against my ribs. I knew this was the real reason she had brought me into the small, dim room, and the realization sent a fresh wave of excitement through me.

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Mansi looked at me, her eyes steady, waiting for my answer. The anticipation was almost a physical thing.

Mansi: "So, we are going to take this a little further. So, when you saw me what was the first thing you noticed about me?"

The question was direct, recalling the immediate, honest focus of my gaze when I first entered the room. I felt my cheeks grow warm, but the trust I'd just voiced, coupled with the freedom Jayashree Auntie had given me in our previous lessons, made me answer without hesitation.

Sunny: "Your... your breasts,"
I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "They are very big. Bigger than Auntie Jayashree's."

Mansi smiled, a slow, beautiful expression of approval. She reached up and cupped one of her large breasts over the yellow fabric of her kameez.

Mansi: "Good. You are honest. That is a wonderful start to a special lesson."
She released my hand and reached behind her neck. I heard the soft sound of a hook being undone. She then pulled the fabric of her kameez up and over her head, tossing it onto a nearby chair. She wore a simple white bra underneath. It was strained against the sheer size and fullness of her breasts, pushing them up and spilling them out slightly over the top of the fabric.

Mansi: "They are big,"
She agreed, looking down at her chest with a casual pride. "I am a woman with a lot to offer. They hold a lot of milk, too. And they are very, very sensitive."

She reached behind her back again and unhooked the bra. With a sigh of relief, she let the fabric drop, and her enormous, heavy breasts spilled free. They hung down slightly, their size truly massive, dominating the small room. The nipples were large and dark, standing up stiffly.

Mansi: "Do you want to feel them, Sunny? To see if they feel as big as they look?"

Her eyes were twinkling with the same mischievous, knowing invitation that Jayashree Auntie often wore. I didn't need a second invitation. I reached out both hands, my fingers trembling slightly as they touched the warm, yielding flesh. The weight of them in my small hands was astonishing. This was a new, incredible texture to add to the growing list of my secret knowledge.

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Scene 32

I took a deep breath, the massive, bare breasts right in front of me filling my vision.

Sunny: "Yes,"
I said, the word coming out as a surprised exhale. My hands, which were still cupping the heavy weight of her breasts, began to explore. The skin was incredibly soft, almost like velvet, and surprisingly heavy. I ran my small hands over the fullness, my fingers finding the raised, sensitive nipples.

Mansi: "Do they feel good?"

Mansi asked, her voice a low purr. She leaned back against the wall slightly, allowing me better access.

Sunny: "They are soft,"
I observed, the simple, honest statement the only way I could process the overwhelming sensations.

Mansi: "They are more than soft, Sunny. They are full. They are full of what you like so much."
She looked at the small, glistening bead of liquid that had appeared on the tip of one of her dark nipples.

Mansi: "See? My body is responding to your touch, just like Jayashree's does. I am ready to feed you, little one."
She reached out and gently guided my head toward her chest. I opened my mouth, and the large, firm nipple was pressed against my lips. I latched on immediately, instinctively. The milk that rushed into my mouth was even warmer and richer than Jayashree Auntie's had been, with a deep, earthy sweetness. I closed my eyes, suckling deeply and greedily, the comforting, primal act of feeding instantly calming my racing mind.

As I nursed, Mansi gently lowered her body onto the floor, sitting cross-legged, holding me close to her chest. Her arm cradled my head, pressing me firmly against her breast. I could hear the soft, rhythmic pulsing of the milk as I drew it out.

Mansi: "Good boy. Drink as much as you like. You are a growing boy, and you need this."
While I was completely absorbed in drinking, she reached down and quickly pulled up the hem of my shorts. She unbuttoned them and slid them down, along with my underwear. My erection, which had been standing proud since I entered the room, was released.

She didn't touch it yet. Instead, she took her other hand and slowly began to stroke the top of my head, running her fingers through my clean, still slightly damp hair. The combination of the deep, satisfying suckling and the gentle head rub was deeply soothing and incredibly sensual.

After a few minutes, she gently shifted her position, making sure the door remained slightly ajar. She let me drink for a moment longer before slowly pulling the nipple from my mouth.

Mansi: "I have one more thing to show you, Sunny, while Jayashree is waiting."

She whispered, her eyes dark and serious. "The lesson needs to be complete."
She reached down, her warm, firm hand enclosing my penis. She began a slow, deliberate stroke, her rhythm perfectly matched to the contented breathing that followed the feeding. The pleasure, delayed by the milk, immediately slammed back, demanding attention.

[RajV]

An absoulutely new format, short intense scenes and the narrative building up swifty and surely. A real treat for all lovers of erotica.
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