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

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Scene 75

Moving from the noisy, messy playroom into the quiet luxury of the Rolls Royce felt shocking. Outside, streetlights and traffic rushed past in a blur. Inside the car, everything was still and heavy, filled with the smell of expensive sandalwood and the strong presence of the God Mother.

We sat in the back seat, cut off from the driver by dark glass. I sank into the soft leather seat, feeling out of place, my body still buzzing from the earlier session with Diya. God Mother stayed silent. She just stared at me, her eyes sharp and intense, but also filled with a frightening pride.
The silence dragged on, broken only by the low sound of the engine. The space between us felt tense. Each time the car moved, our shoulders brushed, sending a sudden shiver through me.

Slowly, she reached out. Her hand, adorned with heavy gold rings that felt cold against my skin, came to rest on my thigh. She didn't just touch me; she claimed me.

God Mother: "You are so talented, Sunny. You taught the others what they hardly knew. You are the heartbeat of my Project."

Her voice was a low vibration that I felt in my bones. She leaned in, the heat radiating from her body like a furnace. The smell of her, a mix of high-end perfume and the faint, sweet scent of breast milk, overwhelmed my senses. She pulled me onto her lap, my back against her soft, silk-clad stomach.

Her hands moved with a practiced, possessive grace, finding the waistband of my shorts. I felt the friction of the fabric sliding down my legs, leaving me exposed in the dim, rhythmic light of the passing streetlamps. She wasn't just my God Mother; she was the architect of my reality, and I was her masterpiece.

God Mother: "Mera beta, mera shona. How lovely you are. Do you love God Mother? Tell me how much you love your God Mother?"

She whispered into my ear, her breath hot and damp. Her hands were all over my ass now, kneading the soft flesh with a firm, worshipping pressure that made me gasp.

Sunny: "I love you so much. More than anyone."

The reply triggered something primal in her. A low moan escaped her throat, a sound of hunger and triumph. She shifted, her hands moving to her own chest. With a series of sharp clicks, the buttons of her silk blouse flew open. She didn't stop there; she unwrapped the heavy saree, letting the expensive fabric pool around us like a silver cloud.

God Mother: "Milk time! I don't want you to remain hungry, beta!"

She pressed me against her. Her breasts were enormous, heavy globes of warmth that felt like silk-wrapped velvet. The nipples were dark and turgid, already weeping. I latched on, and the taste was immediate, sweet, thick, and intensely hot. It wasn't just food; it was her power, her secrets, her very essence flowing into me in a rhythmic, heavy surge.

The car hit a bump, and I felt the vibration travel through her body into mine. I gripped her soft waist, my fingers sinking into her skin, as I drank greedily.

As I nursed, the tension in the car shifted. She stroked my hair, her movements slow and rhythmic, matching the pace of my swallowing.

God Mother: "You are the only one who truly understands, Sunny. In my house, there are no rules. Only the truth speaks."

She leaned her head back against the leather, her eyes closed in a state of absolute bliss. I stayed there, anchored to her, the dark glass shielding our sacred, forbidden union from the world outside. The car sped on toward her private estate, and I knew that my life with my mother was now just a distant memory.

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Scene 76

I'm Sunny. The car stopped smoothly at the front of a huge mansion. The engine went quiet, but the air inside was still loud with the sound of my heavy breathing and the wet rhythm of me suckling.

We reached God Mother's house. I was still in her lap, latched on tight like my life depended on it. She didn't mind at all. In fact, she seemed to love the weight of me. The driver opened the door, and the cool night air hit us, but God Mother didn't make me move. She stood up out of the Rolls Royce while holding me against her bare chest. My shorts were still off, and my bare skin felt cold against the night air, but her body was like a heater.

As we walked into the house, I could see the servants lined up. Their eyes went wide when they saw her walking in with her blouse open and a boy drinking her milk.

God Mother: "He is the one, Ram Singh. The boy who will change everything."

She told the head servant. He bowed low, his eyes staying on the floor.

Ram Singh: "Yes, Mother. Your rooms are ready. We have scented the air with the oils you like."

I kept my mouth on her nipple, tasting the sweet, thick milk as she carried me up a wide marble staircase. Every step she took made her big breasts bounce slightly, and I held on tighter. The servants watched us with a mix of respect and fear. They knew I was special now.

She took me into her bedroom and kicked the door shut. The room smelled like fresh blankets and of flower oils. She finally put me down on the edge of a bed that felt softer than a cloud.

God Mother: "Sunny, beta. You know what Jayashree and Mansi told me? They said you have a special power to fix the 'sadness' in women, right?"

She talked in a low, shaky voice. She walked closer until her knees were touching my legs.

God Mother: "Well, God Mother has a lot of sadness tonight. I have a big 'fever' in my body, and only a brave boy like you can help it go away. It’s a very important medical job. Do you want to help God Mother feel better?"

I looked up at her. She was so powerful, but right now, she looked like she was begging me. I felt like the one in charge even though I was small. It was a strange feeling—like I was a little king.

Sunny: "I want to help you, God Mother."

God Mother immediately got mighty horny. She had been waiting and leaking all the way in the journey in the car. I could see the wetness on her silk saree where it had touched her core. Her face was flushed red, and her eyes were wide and hungry.

God Mother: "Oh, Sunny beta. I have been burning for you since the car. I can't wait another second."

She wasn't being the calm "Mother" anymore. She was a woman who had been holding back a giant wave of desire. She held all the power, but she was surrendering her body to the "Puppy Love" she said I gave her. It felt taboo, I was just a boy, and she was the leader of a huge secret project, but it also felt like I was being worshipped.

She ripped off the rest of her saree. The sound of the silk tearing was loud in the quiet room. She stood over me, her skin glowing like gold in the lamp light. I could smell the sweat and the sweet milk on her skin. She grabbed my hands and pulled them to her wet core.

God Mother: "Feel this, Sunny. See how much I want you? I have been leaking for you for miles."
Her skin was incredibly hot, and her core felt like molten lava, thick, wet, and burning. She pushed me back onto the silk sheets. The texture of the silk was cool against my back, but she was fire on top of me.

She didn't waste any more time. She climbed on top of me, her heavy breasts swinging over my face. She guided my erection toward her.

God Mother: "Take me, Sunny. Be the boy, I know you are. Fill me with that pure, fresh energy. Now!"

I pushed into her. It was even tighter and hotter than Diya, but she was so wet that I slipped in deep. She let out a scream of joy that probably echoed through the whole mansion.

God Mother: "Yes! Oh, God, yes! You are the One! Give it all to me!"

We moved together on that big bed, the sound of our skin slapping together and her loud moans filling the air. She was a wild animal now, biting her lip and scratching the sheets as I gave her everything I had. It was a full night of passion, and the God Mother was taking every drop of it.

When it was over, we lay there tangled in the silk sheets. The room was silent again, except for our heavy breathing. She held my head against her chest, which was still heaving.

God Mother: "You are staying here forever, Sunny. You are the king of this house now."

She whispered, her voice tired but happy. I felt safe, powerful, and completely hers.

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Scene 77

I had fallen into a deep, heavy sleep in the God Mother’s bedroom. I was tucked into the crook of her arm, and her skin felt like a warm, silk blanket against mine. The room was dark, except for a tiny lamp that made her gold jewelry sparkle on the nightstand.

I woke up slowly. I didn't open my eyes right away because I felt a strange, wet warmth moving over my lower body. It wasn't the rough feeling of a towel; it was soft and rhythmic. There was a heavy silence in the room, broken only by the sound of her steady, deep breathing and the quiet, wet friction of her tongue. The air smelled like her expensive musk and the saltiness of our earlier passion. I lay perfectly still, my heart starting to thump against my ribs, realizing she hadn't stopped worshiping me even while I was out.

She was cleaning me. Her tongue was moving with careful, motherly strokes over my penis, my balls, and even reaching around to my ass. It felt like she was trying to lick away every bit of the world that wasn't her. The temperature of her mouth was much hotter than the cool air in the room.

God Mother: "Wake up, my shona. Your body is so clean now. I’ve taken away all the dirt from the outside."

She whispered as she felt me stir. She moved up the bed, her heavy, naked breasts brushing against my stomach until her face was inches from mine. Her eyes were glowing in the dark.

God Mother: "You know, Jayashree told me you were a very good boy at cleaning up after a mess. She said you liked to make sure your 'Aunties' were always tidy. It’s part of being a good boy, isn't it? A special way to show you care."

She was using that same trick voice, the one that made a dirty act sound like a polite chore or a helpful favor. She was the one in charge, but she was making it sound like I was the one doing her a kindness. I felt a rush of heat in my chest. I wanted to serve her because she made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in this giant house.

God Mother: "I’ve been working so hard for the Project, Sunny. My body is so heavy and tired. I need my favorite little doctor to give me the same 'cleaning treatment' I gave him. If you don't clean the 'sacred center,' the fever will come back. You wouldn't want God Mother to be sick, would you?"

She flipped onto her back and spread her thick, white legs wide, taking up almost the whole bed. The sight was huge and overwhelming.

God Mother: "Come, beta. Use your tongue. Start from my toes and work your way up to the 'well of life.' I want to feel every lick. Don't leave a single spot dry."

I knelt between her thighs. The smell of her arousal was strong and intoxicating. I lowered my head, my tongue tasting the salt and sweetness of her skin. She was so wet already, leaking a clear, hot fluid that tasted like the purest sin. When I finally reached her center and used my tongue, she let out a loud, jagged scream that echoed off the high ceiling.

God Mother: "Oh! Yes! Lick it, Sunny! Use those young lips! Eat your God Mother’s fruit! You are cleaning out all my stress! It’s such a good medicine!"

She grabbed my hair, pulling my face deeper into her. Her body shook as she climaxed again, her muscles squeezing tight. When she finally went limp, she pulled me up and held my face against her wet, heaving chest.

God Mother: "Such a good boy. Such a clean boy. We have the whole night, and I have so many more 'lessons' to teach my favorite student."

She looked at me with those heavy, dark eyes, and I could tell she wanted to push the lesson even further.

She didn't move right away. She just hovered over me, her knees on either side of my head. The silence was so heavy I could hear the clock ticking on the wall and the sound of her wet skin sticking to the silk sheets. I lay there, looking up at the vast shadow she cast. The space between my face and her body was only an inch, and the heat coming off her was like a physical wall. She was waiting for me to realize that her body was my entire world now.

"You've been a very brave boy, Sunny," she whispered, her voice rasping. "But a real doctor doesn't leave the job half-finished. You've cleaned the front, but the back holds all the deep stress. It’s the secret part that nobody else gets to see."

Slowly, she lowered herself. She sat right on my face, her heavy weight pressing my head into the soft pillows. I couldn't see anything anymore, everything was just the warmth and scent of her.

I felt completely overpowered, but in a way that made me feel special. She was the God Mother, the leader of everything, and here she was, using me as her private throne. She was showing me her most hidden parts, trusting me to "purify" her. It felt like a sacred duty, a secret mission that even my mom didn't know about.

The texture was overwhelming. Her skin was slippery and hot. I could feel the pressure of her smooth cheeks against my nose and eyes.

God Mother: "Use your tongue, Sunny. Reach for the 'dark star.' Clean it until it glows. I want to feel you everywhere at once."

She reached down, her hands finding her own clitoris, rubbing herself with a wild, rhythmic pace. I did as I was told. My tongue moved from the front, licking up the heavy, sweet-tasting fluids that were pouring out of her, and then moved toward the back. The taste was different there, earthy and intense.
The sound of my own licking and her ragged gasps filled my ears. I moved back and forth, from the wet heat of her vagina to the tight, sensitive skin of her asshole. She was shaking now, her fingers working furiously between her legs.

God Mother: "Oh, God! Yes! It’s coming! The release is coming! Drink it all, Sunny! Don't let a drop waste!"

She let out a high, melodic scream that turned into a deep moan. Suddenly, I felt a huge, hot wave of fluid splash all over my face and into my mouth. She was squirting, her body bucking and convulsing on top of me. I swallowed as much as I could, the hot, salty taste of her climax filling my throat. She pressed down harder, her muscles squeezing in a final, desperate rhythm until she finally went limp.

She stayed sitting on me for a long time, her breathing coming in short, shaky bursts. When she finally moved, she looked down at my face, which was soaking wet with her fluids. She smiled, a look of pure, peaceful bliss on her face.

God Mother: "My little cleaner. You’ve cured me. I feel like I'm floating."
She pulled me up into a tight hug, her wet skin sticking to mine, and for a moment, we just stayed like that, two people alone in a giant palace, bound together by a secret that was too big for the world outside.

It was 3 AM at night.

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Scene 78

It was 3 AM at night, and the giant house was as quiet as a grave. Outside, the moon was high, but inside the God Mother’s room, the air was warm and heavy with the scent of spent passion and expensive silk.

We were buried deep under a thick, velvet blanket. She wasn't wearing a single stitch of clothing, and neither was I. My face was tucked right against the soft valley of her chest. In the pitch black, I couldn't see anything, but I could hear her heart beating, a slow, powerful thud that felt like it belonged to the house itself. Every few seconds, I felt a tiny, warm splash on my cheek. It was a single drop of milk, leaking from her overfull breast. I didn't move; I just waited for the next one, the silence between us stretching like a rubber band ready to snap.

I reached out with my tongue and caught a drop before it could slide away. The taste was hot and sugary. I felt her body shiver against mine. She wasn't asleep. Her hand, soft but strong, came up to stroke my hair, her fingers tracing the line of my ear.

God Mother: "You are still hungry for your God Mother, aren't you, Sunny? You’re like a little bird that never gets enough."

Her voice was a low, scratchy whisper that sent chills down my spine. She shifted her weight, the silk sheets rustling like dry leaves. She reached into the side drawer, I heard the click of wood and the faint rattle of plastic.

She pulled out a small, sleek vibrator. In the dim light, she looked like a queen holding a scepter. This wasn't just about me anymore; she wanted to show me that she could control her own pleasure while she controlled mine. It felt like she was the boss of the whole world, and I was her favorite toy.

God Mother: "I will feed you, beta. But while you drink, I want you to watch how much you make me leak. I want you to hear what you do to me."

She clicked the button, and a low, steady hum filled the room. The vibration travelled through the mattress and into my own body. She tucked the device between her thick, wet thighs, right against her clitoris.

God Mother: "Oh, fuck... yes, Sunny. Suck it. Suck it dry! Look at how my tits are bursting for you!"
She started talking dirty, her words a mix of English and Hindi that sounded raw and hungry. She called me her "little bull" and her "sacred healer." As I latched onto her nipple, the milk started flowing in a heavy, pulsing stream. It was sweet and thick. At the same time, the hum of the vibrator got louder. I could hear the wet, slapping sounds of her moving her hips against the bed.

God Mother: "You’re making me so wet, beta! My chut is overflowing! I'm going to drown you in it!"
For an hour, the only sounds were my greedy swallowing and her jagged, filthy whispers. She reached her peak over and over, her body bucking and her milk spraying into my throat until I felt like I was going to burst.

Finally, the humming stopped. The room went silent again, except for our heavy breathing. She pulled the blanket up over us, tucking me into her side so tight I could feel every curve of her damp skin. We didn't say another word. We just fell into a deep, dark sleep, exhausted from the "treatment."
We woke up late in the afternoon the next day. The sun was peeking through the heavy curtains, and for a second, I forgot where I was. Then I felt her hand on me, and I knew the lessons were just beginning.

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Scene 79

The next day, I woke up to the steady hiss of a shower. The bedroom was bright with afternoon sun. I was alone under the big velvet blanket, smelling the God Mother on the pillows. I realized I had nothing with me, no clothes, no toothbrush, nothing. I slowly crawled out of bed and knocked on the frosted glass door of the bathroom.

"God Mother? I don't have a toothbrush or any clothes," I said softly. Through the glass, I saw her tall, curvy shadow move. The door clicked open, and a cloud of hot, rose-scented steam poured out. She was standing there completely naked under the spray, her skin glowing and wet. She didn't look embarrassed; she looked happy.

God Mother: "Come here, beta. I told you, I will take care of your cleaning, your clothing, and everything else. You don't need a brush when you have me."

She pulled me into the warm water. It felt like needles of heat on my skin. She took a bottle of expensive, minty flavoured toothpaste and rubbed it on her finger.

God Mother: "Open up, Sunny. Let God Mother make you fresh."

She rubbed her finger gently over my teeth and gums. It felt strange but very loving. Then, she filled her own mouth with cool water and mint, leaned down, and kissed me deeply, forcing the minty water into my mouth for me to rinse. It was the most intimate way to wake up. She washed my body with a soft sponge, her hands lingering on my back and chest, making me feel like a precious treasure.

After we dried off, she put on a simple but expensive white saree. 
She gave me a silk robe to wear and called her driver.

God Mother: "We are going shopping. The boy needs his robes, and you are the king of my heart now."
She took me to a high-end mall that she had cleared out just for us. No other shoppers were there. It was just us and the nervous store clerks. I felt a rush of power seeing these grown men bow to us. She picked out the finest silk shirts and tight trousers for me.

We went into the large, mirrored changing room. It smelled like new leather and expensive carpet. She closed the heavy curtain, trapping us in a small, private space. I was trying on a pair of black trousers, standing there in just my tiny underwear.

God Mother watched me in the mirror, her breath getting heavy. The "Burn" of the morning was turning into a fire. She came up behind me, her hands sliding under my arms to cup my chest.

God Mother: "Oh, look at how you fit in these clothes. You look so grown up, so strong. It makes my choochiyan (tits) ache just seeing you like this."

She was getting excited. I could see her nipples poking through her thin silk blouse in the mirror. She turned me around and dropped to her knees right there on the plush carpet.

God Mother: "The clothes can wait. I need a taste of my baby right now. This room is soundproof, beta. No one can hear what we do."

She unzipped the new trousers and pulled my penis out. It was already hard from her touch. She took me into her mouth, her hot, minty breath from the morning now mixed with the raw hunger of her tongue. I leaned back against the cold mirror, the contrast of the freezing glass on my back and her boiling mouth on my cock making me dizzy.

God Mother: "Yes! Give it to me! Fill me up before we buy these!"

She sucked me with a fierce rhythm, her hands gripping my ass through the new fabric. I couldn't hold back. I climaxed hard, my "torch" hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop, looking up at me with a wild, triumphant grin.

She wiped her mouth with a silk handkerchief and stood up, smoothing her saree as if nothing happened. She kissed my cheek, her lips still warm.

God Mother: "We'll take everything in this size. Now, let's go home. I have more surprises waiting for you."

I followed her out, my legs feeling like jelly, realizing that even in public, I was hers completely.

[Ayush01111]

Now i think its worth it for so long wait but i read all today update so i have to wait for mpre days no not again can i ask what is age of sunny currently

[ashuezy2]

Now i think its worth it for so long wait but i read all today update so i have to wait for mpre days no not again can i ask what is age of sunny currently

Since the story began, only a few months had passed when he met the God Mother.

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Scene 80

It was a bright afternoon at the estate. We had just returned from our shopping trip, and I was dressed in my new silk clothes, feeling like a prince. But the quiet of the house was broken by a group of people waiting in the garden. It was the Tandon family, a mother, a father, and two daughters. They were middle-class devotees who had travelled a long way for a glimpse of the God Mother.

The garden was silent, except for the sound of the wind in the trees. The Tandons stood in a neat line, looking nervous. When the God Mother walked toward them, her white saree flowing, the air seemed to get thicker. Mrs. Tandon stepped forward first. Her eyes were wide with devotion. Without a word, she reached out and kissed the God Mother right on the lips. This was the "Prasad", the sacred gift. Then she pulled back, her face glowing.

Mrs. Tandon: "Now you, Rajesh. Take the blessing."
Mr. Tandon leaned in. He didn't just peck her; he pressed his mouth against the God Mother's for a long time, kissing her ferociously. I could see his hands shaking. The daughters followed, each taking the Prasad. The silence after the kisses was heavy with a new kind of tension.

The God Mother smiled, but her eyes were calculating. She loved finding new people to bring into her world.

God Mother: "Before we go further, I want you to meet Sunny. He is my most sacred person I know. He carries the energy that your family is missing."

She looked at Mrs. Tandon. "I can see dark blockages in your energy, especially regarding your daughter's upcoming wedding. To fix this, you must perform the Yoni and Lingam Ritual."

Mrs. Tandon: "How can we do this Ritual, God Mother? We will do anything."

God Mother: "It is a process of total honesty. First, all phones will be collected. We will go inside the hall and change into pure white robes. This Ritual is for marital harmony and fertility. It requires you to be completely open."

Inside the large, marble hall, the atmosphere changed. The smell of heavy incense filled the room. The Tandons looked small and vulnerable in their thin white robes. God Mother sat on her high chair, and I sat at her feet. To show them her power, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. In front of the whole family, she pulled me to her breast.

Mr. Tandon’s eyes grew huge. He stared at her dark, wet nipple as I began to suckle. He was sweating, his face turning red with a mix of shame and extreme hunger.

Mr. Tandon: "God Mother... is there more Prasad for us? I mean... for me?"

Mrs. Tandon looked at him with sharp suspicion. "Rajesh! We are here for the Ritual!"

God Mother: "The Milk Prasad is only for my closest sacred ones. Your blessing will come after the Ritual is complete. Now, let the purification begin."

The Ritual was intense. She made them chant while she walked around them, touching their foreheads with oils. Then, she turned her focus back to Mr. Tandon.

God Mother: "Rajesh, the blockage in this family starts with the father. To heal the family, the Lingam must be purified by the source. Show me your Lingam. I would like to taste your energy to see where the darkness is."

Mr. Tandon didn't hesitate. He dropped his white robe, standing naked and fully hard in front of his wife and daughters. He was shivering. God Mother knelt before him. She didn't look like a saint anymore; she looked like a predator. She took his penis into her mouth, her tongue working with a slow, rhythmic heat.

The daughters watched, frozen, while Mrs. Tandon began to breathe heavily, her own hands moving to her chest. The sound of the God Mother's wet sucking and Mr. Tandon's jagged gasps echoed in the hall.

God Mother: "Oh, it is so full of stress! I must drink it all to save your daughters' future!"
She sucked him harder, her eyes locked on mine as if to say, Watch how I control them. Mr. Tandon let out a loud, choked cry and climaxed right into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, then stood up and looked at the rest of the family.

"The father is clean," she whispered, her lips still wet with him. "Now, who is next for the Yoni Puja? The daughters must be prepared for their husbands."
The Tandons looked at each other, completely broken and surrendered. They were no longer a normal family; they were part of the Project now.

[Ayush01111]

Since the story began, only a few months had passed when he met the God Mother.

No sunny age is not clear as story started he told he was 28 so currently he is 28

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No sunny age is not clear as story started he told he was 28 so currently he is 28

"The story begins much much earlier." 

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