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

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Mansi maintained the slow, firm stroke on my penis for several more moments, letting the sensation build into a tight, delicious coil of heat. She watched my face, her own expression calm and focused.

Mansi: "Good. You understand how your body reacts to gentle attention."
She released her grip and pulled her hand away. My penis, slick and hard, throbbed with the abrupt cessation of the contact.

Mansi: "Since you are now comfortable with me, we are going to talk in Jayashree's room with Jayashree, we will be together all of us, all 3 of us and we will continue."

She then stood up, her movements fluid and unhurried. She picked up her yellow kameez from the chair and smoothly slipped it back on over her large, full breasts. The quick re-dressing was another abrupt signal that the private moment was over and the next stage was beginning.

Mansi: "Put your clothes on, Sunny."

I quickly pulled up my shorts and buttoned them, feeling the immediate return of the familiar, yet thin, barrier of clothing.

Mansi checked the door to the study, pulling it fully open this time, and led me out. We walked back into the living room, where Jayashree Auntie was waiting. She was now standing, looking perfectly composed, her saree neat and elegant. She glanced at me, then at Mansi, and gave a satisfied nod.

Jayashree: "Perfect timing. Did you enjoy your little chat, Sunny?"

Sunny: "Yes, Auntie,"

I said, feeling a new rush of excitement at the prospect of being with both of them.

Mansi: "He is very bright, Jayashree. And very honest. He told me the first thing he noticed about me."

Jayashree chuckled, a rich, warm sound. "Of course he did. He’s a good learner."

Jayashree then turned and began to walk toward the hallway that led to her private bedroom, beckoning us to follow.

Jayashree: "Come along, you two. The best lessons require comfort and privacy. We have much more to cover today."

Mansi took my hand, and together, the three of us walked down the hall and entered Jayashree Auntie's room. The door closed behind us, the latch clicking with that familiar, definitive sound, sealing us inside our combined, escalating secret.

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Jayashree: "Sunny, beta. Come now, sit on the bed."

Jayashree Aunty instructed, guiding me toward the mattress. I sat on the edge, still absorbing the sensations.

Then I looked at Mansi Aunty, words came out on their own and I said:

Sunny: "I like Mansi Aunty. She is beautiful."

Jayashree: "She is, Sunny. Mansi has a lot of love to share. She is a wonderful source of comfort, and she is very proud of her beauty."

Sunny: "I drank so much, they were so big. Bigger than you Jayashree."

Jayashree: "Yes. Sunny, they come in different shapes and sizes. Big, small, round and other types also."

Sunny: "Other?"

Jayashree: "Yes, other. You want to see comparison?"

Mansi: "Sunny, first we will let you see from outside and tell any different thing you notice? okay?"

Sunny: "okay."

Mansi lowered her pallu and Jayashree also. They both released the heavy outer fabric of their sarees, letting them fall to their waists. Sunny was sitting on the edge of the bed watching them stand in front of him together. They stood side-by-side, partially undressed, offering a direct comparison.

Mansi: "Now tell, what do you notice?"

Sunny: "Yours are way bigger and rounder, Mansi Aunty. Jayashree’s are big and softer. And yours have darker nipples."

I stated honestly, noticing the subtle but distinct differences in size, shape, and color between the two women. The comparative lesson was underway.

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Mansi laughed.

Mansi: "So you did notice the color as well, we will talk about it later. For now focus on what you see."

Jayashree: "See the shape, Sunny. It's different. Come closer."

Jayashree Aunty instructed, inviting me to move closer for a better view of the physical comparison.

I stood up in between looking left and right. I moved right between them, the warmth and soft scent of their skin surrounding me, heightening the intimacy of the observation.

Sunny: "Mansi, yours is wider on the sides."
I said, noting the difference in the circumference of their breasts.

Mansi: "Yes, you notice everything, Sunny."

Jayashree: "Mansi, he is a curious boy. I told you."

Mansi: "Yes, that is why I came."

Mansi Aunty confessed, her eyes shining with amusement.

Mansi: "Let's go a little deeper now. Jayashree, show him."

Jayashree Aunty smiled. She reached out and took my hand, placing it firmly against the bare skin of her breast.

Jayashree: "Feel this, Sunny. Mine is very soft."
I gently kneaded her breast, confirming the soft, pliant feeling.

Mansi Aunty then guided my other hand to her breast.

Mansi: "Now feel mine. Mine is fuller and denser. It feels heavier and firmer, like a perfectly ripe fruit."

Mansi: "And what do we do with Fruit, Sunny ?"

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Mansi: "And what do we do with fruit, Sunny?"

Mansi Aunty asked, her voice low and playful, referencing the description of her body as a "perfectly ripe fruit." She was pushing me to define the next, most satisfying step of the interaction.

Sunny: "We put it in our mouth ?"

I replied instantly, the answer simple and true. I looked up at her, my eyes holding hers, making the connection between the metaphor and the physical reality.

Jayashree: "That is the right answer, Sunny. You must taste the difference to know the full comfort."

Jayashree Aunty affirmed, giving the ultimate permission. She gently guided my head toward her breast first.

Jayashree: "You start with mine, Sunny. Mine is the first comfort you knew here. You take a long, deep drink, and tell Auntie what the soft comfort tastes like today."

I latched onto Jayashree Aunty's breast, drawing a long, firm suckle. The taste was familiar, warm, and sweet milk, the taste of initial safety.

Jayashree Aunty sighed, her eyes closing in deep satisfaction. Mansi Aunty waited patiently.

After a few long pulls, Jayashree Aunty gently guided my head to Mansi Aunty's breast.

Mansi: "Now, you taste the fullness, Sunny. You taste the density of the fruit. This comfort is rich and deep. Tell Auntie which comfort is stronger today."

I moved my mouth to Mansi Aunty's breast. The sensation was immediate and distinct: her milk was richer, heavier, and poured forth with an aggressive abundance.

Sunny: "Yours is bigger and warmer, Mansi Aunty. It feels like a lot of energy."
I confessed, drawing a deep, demanding suckle.

Mansi Aunty let out a low, victorious moan, her arms tightening around me.

Mansi: "Yes! Auntie Mansi has endless energy for you! You take it all, my clever boy! You take the reward for noticing the truth!"

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Jayashree: "Mansi, he is all yours. He is so amazing."

Jayashree Aunty said, her voice filled with pride, affirming the success of my rapid learning. She gently released her hold on my back, leaving me entirely in Mansi Aunty's care.

Mansi: "No Jayashree? Not mine alone. You are the one who taught him so well."

Jayashree: "He is a good student because he is curious."

Jayashree Aunty, stepping closer to the bed.

Mansi Aunty looked down at me, her eyes blazing with love and excitement. She quickly reached down and unzipped my shorts, pulling them and my underwear down, freeing my erection.

Mansi: "You will feel the difference now, Sunny. My comfort is deep and demanding. Jayashree's is soft and steady."
She confessed, her hand immediately enclosing my erection. Her touch was firm and assertive, confirming the density I had observed earlier.

Mansi: "Sunny, feel the difference in my suck and my stroke. You tell Auntie which comfort is more powerful."

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I didn't knew what she meant I just said "Okay".

Moments later. I was focusing on the two sensations: the sweet, heavy warmth of the milk in my mouth and the firm, demanding pressure of her hand on my body. The contrast was immediate and intense.

The Milk was so warm and the nipples felt so amazing to suck on. I didn't want to stop. Milk was coming in bulk and I was taking it in my stomach in big gulps.

At the same time my penis was getting pulled, the first time I felt such a twin sensation.

Mansi Aunty smiled, her eyes closing as she felt my surrender.

Mansi: "Good boy. Now, tell Auntie. Which feeling is stronger? The soft comfort of the milk, or the hard pull of the hand?"

I continued to suckle, letting the intense, dual sensations build. The physical demand from her hand was immense, pulling the pleasure taut, but the profound maternal feeling from the milk was the true anchor.

Sunny: "The hand is stronger, Aunty,"

I confessed honestly, the rising pleasure forcing the truth out. 

Jayashree Aunty leaned closer, watching.

Jayashree: "Sunny. You must learn to carry both."

She gently placed her hand on Mansi Aunty's back, giving her silent support.

Mansi Aunty let out a deep, satisfied groan. She began to increase the speed of her stroke, the pressure instantly escalating.

Mansi: "You are right. The hand will win today. Now, feel Auntie Mansi's full strength! Take all my energy, Sunny! Take the reward for being a good boy!"

Mansi Aunty commanded, her voice thick with passion. The immense, sustained pleasure was pushing me toward the absolute limit of my control.

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Mansi: "No beta, not yet."

Jayashree: "Yes Sunny, wait."


Jayashree affirmed, her voice calm but firm.

Mansi's hand immediately released me. The abrupt loss of friction was an acute shock, leaving me trembling violently, my body craving the pressure. Mansi Aunty quickly moved away from the bed.

Jayashree: "Sunny, Mansi will move. You just stay still. I will help you."

Jayashree stepping forward. She knelt by the side of the bed. She placed one hand gently on my forehead, giving me a moment to calm the frantic pressure. Her touch was cool and soothing, the exact counterpoint to the heat Mansi had generated.

Jayashree: "Sunny. You must learn to hold the pleasure."

Jayashree Aunty, She then removed her hand from my forehead and immediately lowered her mouth, accepting the final, deep, intimate care I could no longer control. The ultimate act of shared surrender was now underway.

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I lay on the edge of the bed, my body trembling with the intense pleasure Jayashree Aunty was providing.

Mansi Aunty watching and waiting, her eyes blazing with triumphant passion. She had planned this few weeks back on a call with Jayashree where Jayashree had told Mansi about Sunny.

The entire comparative lesson had been orchestrated and cleverly crafted.

Here is the conversation they had:

=========CALL STARTS=========
Jayashree: "Mansi, you won't believe the student I have here. His name is Sunny. He's Rina's boy. Very sharp. He understands our project instantly. He doesn't question the intimacy but demands it."

Mansi: "A student who demands it? That's what we need, not the fearful ones. Jayashree, I need him for sure. I want to show him my fullness. My body has been aching for this moment."

Jayashree: "Mansi. He's very observant. We will continue with our playful ways."

Mansi: "Good. Then we make it a lesson. You give him the soft comfort. I want to be the ultimate reward. The moment you pull away, I want to take his cock and show him the density of my need. I want to make him scream the difference between your gentle pleasure and my consuming passion."

Jayashree: "That's a plan. I will bring him to the edge, and you pull him back, then you take him over. I'll make sure Rina doesn't interrupt. The Lesson is all yours."

Mansi: "Perfect. I want him completely mine for that session. I want him to know the full power of a woman's unreserved need. He will be exhausted, but he will know the truth of my body."
=========CALL ENDS=========

Back to bed now:
Jayashree Aunty pulled her mouth away from me, releasing her lips and tongue from my mouth, her eyes shining with satisfied passion.

Jayashree: "Sunny, Mansi is here to give you everything she promised."

Jayashree Aunty whispered, her voice rough. Mansi Aunty immediately knelt down, replacing Jayashree Aunty's comforting presence with the full, raw power of her own consuming desire.

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Mansi: "Sunny, Beta. Let's start. You and me now."

Mansi Aunty commanded, her voice low and saturated with passion. She was asserting the new, total intimacy. She didn't wait for a reply.

Jayashree left the room for them to be alone. Jayashree Aunty gave a brief, satisfied nod, walked to the door, and quietly slipped out, securing the latch behind her. The click of the lock sealed the room, affirming the non-negotiable nature of the forthcoming lesson.

Mansi Aunty moved immediately. She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself over me. Her body was completely bare from the waist up, and her eyes were blazing with a fierce, possessive love.

Mansi: "Sunny, beta. You felt the difference in my touch. Now we move to the final lesson. Are you ready?"
Her hands quickly going to my body. She enclosed my erection with a powerful, demanding grip, and at the same time, guided her full, heavy breast to my mouth.

Mansi: "You take the full force now! You drink until you are weak, and Auntie will take the fire from you! This is the highest reward for you!"

She commanded, initiating the deep suckle and the aggressive stroke simultaneously. The dual sensation was immediate and overwhelming, pushing me instantly past the edge of my control. The Final Lesson had begun, a powerful, uninhibited act designed to prove the undeniable lust within her.

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The intensity of the simultaneous acts—the deep, commanding suckle and the powerful, urgent stroke—was absolute. My body went rigid, unable to hold back a fraction longer.

Sunny: "Auntie! I can't wait! I'm coming! It's too strong!"

I cried out, the words choked against her breast. The immense pressure I had been fighting erupted in a massive, shaking wave of release. The torrent of hot liquid pulsed out of me, inside Mansi Aunty's vagina and outside staining the sheets.

Mansi Aunty let out a triumphant, low groan. She held me tight, absorbing the full force of my surrender.

Mansi: "Yes! my sweet boy! You needed to be completely overwhelmed to be truly free!"

She confessed, her voice thick with passion and victory. She relaxed her intense grip, but kept her arms fiercely wrapped around me, pulling me closer to her chest.

Mansi: "Now you are truly empty, Sunny. You are completely mine. Auntie Mansi gave you everything she has, and you accepted it all."

She whispered, her lips finding my ear. I collapsed against her, breathless and utterly spent, feeling the heavy, undeniable warmth of her unapologetic abundance, the complete, absolute reward for the most challenging lesson of the summer.

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I lay collapsed and utterly spent on Mansi Aunty's chest, my body trembling after the overwhelming intensity of the Lessons. The profound relief of her abundance had claimed me entirely.

Five minutes had passed.

Jayashree peeked into the room slowly opening the door. Jayashree Aunty peered into the dimly lit room, her voice low and cautious.

Jayashree: "Is it done, Mansi?"

Mansi: "Yes, he was so good."

Mansi Aunty confirmed, her voice thick with satisfied exhaustion. She held me tighter against her.

Jayashree: "I know, you enjoyed. But we have to get him back to his Mom."

Jayashree Aunty reminded her, signalling the necessity of ending the private lesson.

Mansi: "He slept in my arms."
Mansi Aunty whispered, looking down at my limp, unconscious body, affirming the depth of the comfort I had received.

Jayashree: "This was too much for him to handle. I will call Rina over. You change and him also."

Jayashree Aunty instructed, taking charge of the external consequences.
She left the doorway and a moment later, I heard Jayashree Aunty's voice from the living room, calm and casual.

Jayashree called Rina, "Sunny was so tired that he slept in my bed."

My Mom: "No issue, Jayashree, you have been looking after him so well, these weeks. You are like his mother now."
My mother's voice, warm and completely deceived.

Jayashree Aunty walked back to the room.

Jayashree: "Rina, Take a break and come to my place. I would like you to meet my lovely friend, Mansi. She works with me on my project."

Jayashree Aunty said, extending the invitation to my mother. Mansi Aunty immediately began to clean me and herself. She gently eased me off her chest, quickly wiping my body clean with a towel before dressing me.

Mansi talked to me while I was sleeping on the bed.

Mansi: "Sunny, beta, see Auntie will meet your mother, you did so well !"

She whispered, kissing my forehead. Jayashree Aunty then led Mansi Aunty out, and moments later, my mother walked into the room to find me quietly "asleep".

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My mother had just entered the room.

Jayashree: "Rina, he is sleeping calmly. He is a very good boy. Always curious."

Jayashree Aunty said softly, maintaining the cover of my exhaustion.

My Mom: "Yes, he asks me all sort of things. Yesterday, he was asking me — Why did you stop giving me milk? And I was like how can I explain these things."

My mother confessed, revealing her own confusion about handling my natural curiosity.

Jayashree smiling, "Don't worry, let's have some tea first, come I will show you around and I want you to meet Mansi."

Jayashree Aunty quickly guided the conversation, steering my mother away.

They slowly walked towards the living room, it had multiple sofas with a small table. Jayashree had already made some tea for all three of them. Mansi was sitting and waiting on the Sofa. Mansi Aunty rose as they entered, her posture elegant and welcoming.

Jayashree: "Rina, this is Mansi. She is one of my dearest friends and works with me on the project. Mansi, this is Rina, Sunny's mother."

Mansi: "It is such a pleasure to finally meet you, Rina. Jayashree has told me so much about your lovely family."

Mansi Aunty said, her voice warm, offering a sincere, non-committal greeting.

My Mom: "Mansi, it's nice to meet you too. You are so beautiful, Jayashree said you came from the city just to visit her."

My Mom said, her gaze lingering on Mansi Aunty's full, confident figure, acknowledging her unique attractiveness.

Mansi: "Yes, I came for the project, Rina. And to meet you. You see, Jayashree and I share a very strong bond between us."

My Mom was casual and friendly.
My Mom: "To Meet me? Jayashree is always helping me out."

Jayashree: "Yes, Rina. I don't want you to feel lonely anymore. I had a call with Mansi, and we were discussing and I told her about you. I know how difficult it is for us single mothers."

My Mom: "Mansi, you are also a single Mother?"

Mansi: "No, not me. My husband is in US for last 6 months. It gets difficult for me too but our project makes me not lonely."

Jayashree: "It's a project about shared comfort, Rina. We help each other through the tough times. We learned that the world expects us to hide our needs, but we don't believe in hiding."

Jayashree Aunty explained, introducing the core philosophy.

My Mom: "Shared comfort? That sounds lovely. I definitely need more comfort these days."

My Mom confessed, her earlier reserve melting away. She looked directly at Mansi Aunty. "But what does the project actually do?"

Mansi: "It's simple, Rina. It's about honesty. Jayashree told me you are a very generous and loving person."

Mansi Aunty returned the focus to my mother.

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Mansi: "It’s about honesty, Rina. About saying what you actually feel, even if it’s something you’d normally keep to yourself."

My mother smiled politely, not sure where to look.

Rina: "Honesty is... hard. I just pretend I am fine."

Mansi: "Exactly," Mansi Aunty said, leaning slightly forward, her elbows on her knees. "And pretending keeps us lonely. Silence hurts more than truth."

My mother looked down at her teacup, tracing the rim with her finger.

Rina: "Sometimes I feel invisible. I take care of Sunny, I work, and still, it’s like there’s no one left to talk to."

Mansi: "You’re talking now," Mansi Aunty said softly. "That’s where it begins."

My mother looked up, their eyes meeting. Something passed between them.

Jayashree: "See? I told you two would get along." Her smile was knowing.

Mansi: "Rina, let's go for a walk in the hills later. You and me. Jayashree will watch over Sunny."

Rina: "A walk sounds… nice."
Her voice was quiet, but her expression had softened, the way people look when they allow a bit of warmth back in. The suggestion of private time with Mansi Aunty was a clear, unspoken invitation into the world of shared comfort.
Outside, Dehradun’s evening light was fading through the curtains, pale gold turning blue.

Mansi: "Rina. Always giving, rarely asking. Maybe that’s why Jayashree wanted us to meet. We both need to remember we’re still allowed to feel… alive."

My mother didn’t answer right away. But she didn’t look away either.

Rina: "Maybe you’re right."
Then Jayashree laughed gently, diffusing the stillness.

Jayashree: "All right, you two philosophers. Sunny will think we’ve turned into poets."

I could tell something had changed, not in words, but in the air. Mansi’s voice had a quiet magnetism to it, and my mother, seemed curious about something, or someone, again.

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By the time I woke up, the evening had slipped into twilight.
Jayashree Aunty said My Mom had gone for a walk with Mansi Aunty.

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Scene: Hillside Path, Just Beyond the Pine Trees

My Mom and Mansi walked side by side, slowly. Neither of them was talking much, but silence didn’t feel empty between them.

Mansi: “It’s so beautiful here.”

Rina: "Yea, I forget sometimes. It is so peaceful here."

Mansi: “You sound tired, Rina.”

Rina: “Maybe I am. But you seem to know my breath.”

Mansi smiled faintly.

Mansi: “You think I don’t get lonely? My husband’s been away six months. Some nights, I talk to the walls.”

Rina: “You don’t look like someone who gets lonely.”

Mansi: “We all wear masks.” She looked at Rina.

Rina stopped walking for a moment.

Rina: “Jayashree told you about me, didn’t she?”

Mansi: “Only that you’re trying to find yourself again.”

There was a pause. Rina’s hair moved in the breeze in front of her face.

Mansi reached out instinctively, brushed it back, a small, natural gesture, but one that made the air pause.

Rina (softly): “Thank you.”

They kept walking, side by side again.

Mansi then adjusted her pallu, My mom was looking at her chest. It was full, tight and her breasts were oozing with milk, it was a mesmerising sight. Mansi Aunty wore no bra beneath the fabric, and the motion of the breasts against the fabric made the soft, heavy curve of her bust stand out. Rina's gaze lingered, acknowledging the physical truth of Mansi’s feminine strength.

Mansi slowly reached out and held Rina's hand softly and then tightly. Mansi’s touch was a silent question, an invitation to step past the loneliness.

Rina: “Maybe this is what I’m scared of, being honest about what I really feel about you.”

Mansi: “Then start small. Start with this moment.”

Rina looked at her, really looked. There was something in her eyes: a mix of curiosity and calm.

Rina: “This moment feels… lighter.”

Mansi: “That’s what shared comfort means, Rina. Sometimes two people carry the same weight for a while until one can breathe again.”

Rina smiled faintly.

Rina moved closer to Mansi and kissed Mansi on her lips as Mansi held her hand tightly. Rina closed the final distance between them, pressing her mouth firmly against Mansi’s. The kiss was deep and unreserved, fueled by the honesty Mansi had demanded. Mansi sighed into the kiss, her fingers immediately tightening around Rina's hand, pulling her body flush against her own. Rina's chest pressed against Mansi's soft, full bust, the physical connection sealing the pact of shared honesty and comfort.

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When My Mom came back, she looked… different. Not happy exactly, but quiet in a new way, like she’d remembered how to feel the air again.

Jayashree didn’t ask what they talked about. She just smiled knowingly and handed My Mom another cup of tea.

And that night, for the first time, Mama moaned under the blanket while sleeping next to me at Dadi's house.

The quiet moan was a sound of profound, unburdened peace.

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Next day. Jayashree sent a message to Rina to come over to her house. The call was simple and direct, demanding my mother's presence.
My mother walked into Jayashree Aunty's living room. I heard her voice first.

My Mom: "Jayashree? I got your message. What's the emergency about?"

Jayashree Aunty greeted her calmly, immediately setting the stage.

Jayashree: "No emergency, Rina. Mansi has a problem that needs women's attention."

My mom saw Mansi Aunty, who was sitting on the sofa, her posture visibly stiff, a hand pressed subtly against her chest.
Mansi Aunty was wearing a tight, red blouse, emphasizing the pressure she claimed to be feeling.

Mansi: "Rina, thank goodness you're here. My breasts are aching, they feel so heavy. It's the milk; it's too much." She extended her hand toward my mother.

Mansi: "Could you just put your hand here, Rina? Just feel the weight for a moment. I need someone else to feel the pressure I'm carrying."
My mother looked hesitant, her face showing concern. She looked at Jayashree Aunty, who gave her a calm, reassuring nod.

My Mom: "Oh, Mansi. Of course."
My mother walked over, sat beside Mansi, Mansi pulled away her Saree's pallu. Mansi Aunty moved the loose fabric of her saree, providing access.
My Mom's hand — as soon as they went over her blouse, she was not wearing a bra, fabric of the blouse was so tight. Her big dark nipples were half visible under the red blouse she was wearing. Rina's hand, initially tentative, went directly to Mansi Aunty's chest. She felt the immense, warm weight of the milk beneath the fabric of her blouse.

Rina's eyes widened slightly in surprise at the sheer size and fullness. The physical reality of Mansi's abundance was making the intimate secret palpable.

Mansi: "See, Rina? It's intense. I need relief right now, and only the source of need can help."

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Rina: "What do you have in mind Mansi?"

Mansi: "Rina, the pressure is too much, I need someone who can unconditionally draw out this intense pressure and provide true relief. I need Sunny."

Jayashree Aunty affirmed, gently justifying my involvement by appealing to my mother's sense of care and reciprocity.


Mansi: "I need you to bring Sunny out, Rina. I need you to witness this moment of complete honesty. We must let Sunny take the comfort that I am carrying. Will you trust us ?"

Mansi challenged, asking for my mother's complete trust and validation.

My Mom: "If it helps you, Mansi, and if Jayashree says it's necessary... then I trust you."

My mother conceded, her voice a surrender to the collective need. She called the landline number of Dadi's house asking me to come immediately, She completely accepted the next stage of the intimacy.

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I entered Jayshree's house and My mom was approaching me, her concern palpable.

She then led me by the hand back into the living room where Jayashree Aunty and Mansi Aunty were waiting.

Mansi Aunty was still sitting on the sofa, her hand lightly pressed to her chest, where her tight red blouse struggled to contain the immense pressure of the milk.

My Mom: "Is it paining? Mansi, I am so concerned about you. Sunny is right here."

My mother asked, her voice filled with genuine maternal care.
My mom watched as Mansi smiled looking at me.

Mansi Aunty didn't answer my mother directly. She simply reached out and pulled me onto her lap. She gently pushed aside the tight red fabric of her blouse and her undergarment. Her large, full breast was instantly exposed, glistening with moisture.

Mansi kissed me first, as she was very relieved. Mansi Aunty lowered her head and pressed her lips to mine, a soft, grateful kiss that was a private thank you for my presence.

She then pulled my head to her breast, guiding my mouth to her nipple. I latched on, initiating a deep, firm suckle. The sudden, intense demand was met by a torrent of warm, rich milk.

Mansi Aunty let out a long, shuddering moan of profound relief. My mother was watching this entire uninhibited exchange from the side.
I was looking at her blouse and my mom was also looking at it. Even though I was latched onto the exposed breast, my eyes briefly scanned the sofa back, where the loose red blouse lay, and then flicked to my mother. Rina’s gaze was fixed on the sight of Mansi Aunty's chest, the immense fullness, the urgent flow, and the profound, immediate relief it provided.

Mansi: "Rina, watch this. This is the cure for the weight I carry. This is the honesty I was talking about."

Mansi Aunty confessed, her voice thick with emotion, giving my mother the explicit validation of the secret she was witnessing. Rina's face, witnessing the raw physical reality of the secret, reflected a dawning comprehension of the depths of their shared need.

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My mom was watching, she replayed in her mind how Mansi was looking. My mother's gaze was fixed, tracing the lines of Mansi Aunty's face, the profound relief, the closed eyes, the faint moan that escaped her lips. 

Jayashree was directly looking at Mom, seeing her face. Jayashree Aunty, seated nearby, maintained a steady, serene gaze on my mother's face, quietly monitoring.

Mansi: "Feel the difference, Rina. When the shame is gone, the body gives all of its comfort, unreservedly. This openness... this is the truth of my love for you."

My mother's eyes dropped from Mansi Aunty's face to the exposed skin of her chest, then back up. Her reserve was completely gone, replaced by a consuming curiosity.

My Mom: "It's so... full. I didn't know a woman could be so... generous with her touch, Mansi."

Jayashree: "The comfort is always available, Rina. You just have to be honest enough to ask for it. And Mansi is here to give you all the honesty you need."

Jayashree Aunty affirmed, providing the final permission for my mother to transition from observer to participant. Mansi Aunty smiled, her eyes filled with sensual expectation.

My Mom: "Oh Mansi..."

My mother whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes fixed on Mansi Aunty's exposed breast. She reached out, her hand tentative at first, then firm, and touched Mansi Aunty's skin.

My Mom: "I... I feel so much desire, Mansi. I want the comfort, too. The loneliness has been so heavy."

Mansi Aunty smiled, a beautiful, triumphant expression. She gently pulled my head from her breast, kissing my forehead softly.

Mansi: "Sunny, your mother is ready to join our secret. You watch and feel the love expand."

Mansi Aunty instructed, then turned her full attention to my mother. She pulled Rina closer, unfastening the top of my mother's saree and blouse.

Mansi: "Rina, you don't need to hide your desire. You are beautiful, and you deserve this. You deserve to be seen and comforted."

Mansi Aunty murmured, pushing the cloth aside. She lowered her head and pressed her lips to my mother's exposed skin, kissing her deeply, validating the hunger my mother had confessed.

My Mom: "Oh, Mansi!"
My mother gasped, her arms immediately wrapping around Mansi Aunty's waist.

Mansi Aunty then guided my mother's head to her breast, positioning Rina's mouth where mine had just been.

Mansi: "Take it, Rina. Take the truth of your worth. You are loved, and you are worthy of all the comfort Auntie Mansi has."

My mother latched on, the sound of her eager suckling filling the room. The isolation was over.

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Scene 51

My mom was no longer shy. She stared at Mansi Aunty's chest, taking in every detail. Her hesitation had vanished, replaced by a deep, intense curiosity. As she drank, she looked at Mansi Aunty's full, heavy breasts, mentally acknowledging the superior abundance. She recognized the dark, large nipples as the source of the profound comfort she was receiving, analysing the flow and the deep, satisfying pressure. This uninhibited focus confirmed her complete acceptance of the secret's physical reality.

Mansi Aunty held her close, her eyes shining with triumph and affection.

Mansi: "The comfort is absolute, Rina. You never have to be lonely or hide your needs again. This is the truth of our friendship."

Mansi Aunty whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She shifted her body, accepting the weight of my mother's surrender.
My mother pulled back briefly, her lips wet with milk, and looked at Mansi Aunty's face.

My Mom: "It's so much more than I imagined, Mansi. I feel full. Like all the empty space inside me is gone."

Mansi Aunty smiled, a look of serene satisfaction on her face.

Jayashree Aunty, who had been watching, moved closer.


Jayashree: "Rina, Now you understand the project. The shared comfort is the only truth."

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Fantastic
Its so will portrayed...feeling of all 4