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Super so hot sheethal baby is too damn raunchy to resist and her mother ufffff she is playing a naughty game to win back her stressed hubby

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Bro delete your old dms and also empty the recycle bin

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Bro delete your old dms and also empty the recycle bin

Done bro

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Started a new story on Cuckold theme, please read and encourage

https://xossipy.com/thread-74350.html


thanks

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Urmila went to gradpa village for vacation


Enjoying the village vibes






would the old grandpa make sure Urmi doesnt miss her dad ?






Such a cute beautiful girl with voluptuous body would attract the old man ?

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Uncle, before I tell you how I got drinking habit from dad, I need to tell you one key incident. As I told you Urmila akka went to grandparents village for summer vacation right. That night after dinner akka called me told me something that I couldn’t believe. I was shocked when she said this to me.

Before that a word about my grandpa. He just retired from his service and is doing farming as a hobby. He is fit and always smiling

What actually did akka tell me ?




Sheethal, when I came here for vacation, initially I couldn’t forget dad as you know how she loves me and you. I was missing him badly. Seeing me moody grandpa took me to the farm house one day. It was a big farm with many trees and it has a AC room with all furniture.  

Seeing the farm and nature there my mood turned on and I was very happy. There I and grandpa played on the grass for a while. It’s a simple game, that we should try to chase and catch the other person. Since grandpa was fit enough I thought it would be very fun game to play.

As I was running and trying to escape, I didn’t mind my dress. I was wearing long frock with a simple T shirt. As you know my boobs are big for my age and this is the reason why Sameer was after me. Any way I was missing him also here. While playing the game many times grandpa caught me, hugged me and rolled on the grass along with me. It was so much fun playing outdoor in the garden that I was really into the game. I didn’t notice that grandpa was touching my boobs and squeezing my thick thighs. He would in between kiss me on my cheeks unnecessarily and I didn’t mind that I was feeling as if dad was doing that

Since it was cool day, we played in the garden for a long time and finally grandpa took me on his back and walked from one corner to another. My big boobs were being crushed against back and gramdpa is enjoying the piggyback and even I was also happy and tightly hugged grandpa . Grandpa holding my legs and making sure I don’t fall, was pushing my frock back and trying to caress my calves, thighs in the disguise of holding me.

This was real fun and after couple of minutes he got me down and trying to catch his breath told “Urmi, you have grown up so big I can easily notice that you are now a fully grown up girl. Would you mind sleeping on my cot along with me tonight after grandma goes to sleep ? I am really enjoying every moment with you baby. Don’t think otherwise, I have this habit of sleeplessness. If you sleep with me on same bed, may be I will get good sleep”



Initially I didn’t understand why me sleeping with him would make him get sleep. But I wanted to help grandpa about his amnesia and said “grandpa I will be happy to do that. Since you told I am now grown up, I must tell you one thing .. you have a magic to keep me happy. I really enjoyed these few hours. I made sure I forget dad completely for few hours”.  Grandpa felt happy and hugged me tightly… this time he hands were directly on my boobs bugging from back and he said “baby.. you are so cute and I feel like touching you like this. Hope you don’t mind”

Sheethal, man’s such touch is not new to me. Both dad and my boy friend Sameer did much more than that so I didn’t mind grandpa’s touch, I took my arm up and took it back to curl grandpa’s head and said “grandpa, shall we go to the AC room and relax for some time ?”. As I lifted my arm up like that my boobs stood up inside my shirt and my handful boobs were begging to be crushed by his hands. This is not new to me but to grandpa this is new

He lifted me up and took me on his arms and started walking towards the AC room. My eyes are directly into grandpa’s eyes. It reminded me of dad as dad used to do such things with me. While walking he was simply smiling at me and looking at my boobs without any shame. I also left all inhibitions aside and wrapped my arms around his neck and holding him tight told him “grandpa I cant believe you are so strong even at this age”. He moved his head forward a bit and kissed me on my boob over the top and replied “I can be more powerful in front of such a beautiful girl”

I simply laughed and cuddled more. As we reached the room, he threw me on the bed and turned in AC. He switched on the geaser and pulled some alcohol bottle from fridge. I was shocked. I never knew grandpa has drinking habit. Meanwhile it started raining outside and it made the whole weather so much romantic that I didn’t mind having a peg. I asked grandpa to mix one for me also. He was shocked. But then I told him “grandpa only when I am in great mood I drink some whisky. Anyway in cities its common”

This time it was me who was shocked. Grandpa pulled a fresh cover from shelf and handed over and told “baby.. go take shower and use this dress. This is fresh, no one used it. Sheethal, I must tell you something.. I have this habit of coming here with village girls and have some drink and fun with them, that’s why I always keep some new night dresses for girls”

I couldn’t believe he has this habit of enjoying with girls. And he is bold enough to tell that to me.

I silently took that bag which also has a fresh towel and went to bathroom.

After fresh bath I came out in that night dress which grandpa bought for the village girls. You cant believe how sexy I was in that dress. As soon as grandpa saw me in that dress, I could see a tent in his lungi, Sheethal, I haven’t told you this yet but you must be guessing how much dad loves me, he had similar erection on seeing me in sch ool uniform once.  If dad and grandpa got hard on seeing me, then who is at fault ? me or they or none ?  Sheethal, why I am telling you all this is no one is at fault. Its just natural phenomenon. How can a father have an erection seeing his daughter ? don’t ask me that question as I stopped asking questions and started enjoying each and every moment

Just seeing me only grandpa got erection , then what about after drinks ? you are too young to know all this but at the same time time you are not too far away being in similar stage. After few drinks, grandpa took me to the mango tree. Still raining.. with my white shirt .. drenched shirt.. throwing up my cute boobs, he took out his dick from his lungi and started whacking himself

Such a shameless act you may think. But its not if you know what I did. With the intention of not hurting me, he is pleasuring himself. Finally when he was about to cum, I put my hand under his cock to catch some juices, he couldn’t believe what I was doing. I collected some of his juices on my hand and started licking my fingers. I bent down and whatever cum that spilled on the ground, I plucked it with my hand and without any hesitation I gulped that mixture of sand mixed with cum and rain drops.. some spill over droplets on the tree trunck.. I cleaned it up and finally the dripping cock head.. I cleaned it up and extracted the final droplets of cum from his dick head.. he was completely shocked.




Sheethal, why I am telling you all this is the taste of man’s cum is something every girl must experience. Why because, mom used to clean the floor off and sweep dad’s cum.. she is the one who showed me the way.

Grandpa at that age got his erection back within a minute and I cant explicitly tell you what has happened after that. Rain, drinks and loving companion. Deadly combo. All inhibitions gone with drinks. I really enjoyed those moments with grandpa as much as I used to enjoy with dad.

So bottom line is.. Sheethal, don’t hesitate to be friendly with dad and slowly have some drinks along with him, feed him some drinks and take out his office tensions. Play with him






I started it much later and that’s one regret we both have and I told dad not to repeat that mistake with you.  He used to toss me up and feel my tits and ass, i used to feel so nice about that touch. 

The reason why I came out of house is to give you guys that space and also dad must be missing me and this is the opportunity for you. As a girl have that experience at home before some tom dick and harry try to touch you. Don’t be like all other girls falling for cute boys. Unless you find some one like Sameer, by the way Sameer talks so much about you, you stay away from boys and try out things at home first.

In short… try out…. Kisses, hugs, drinks and finally some groping and if possible get a taste of it.. before mom grabs dad’s juices, have them and see. If you like proceed, else leave it. But mind you you will enjoy the taste after a round of drinks. Keep your inhibitions aside and offer your 100% to someone you love.. like dad. Anyway you have a window of another 6 weeks before I come back. Once I am back you wont get any chance and all these days we maintained secrecy from you. But a time would come by then that its not a secret any more and openly we will do the things in front of you. So think and act.. fast..



Before I complete, let me tell you , if you are here by any chance, just looking at your ass cheeks alone, grandpa would have cummed hard in his lungi, because he is not like dad, he is very bold and he likes young girls of your age and you already look very sexy Sheethal. Just know how beautiful you are and use it bring happiness in the house. These hot family secrets will never go out.. trust me girl and take a call.. fast”

Uncle, I was stunned by the direct and unambiguous advice given by akka.  Now my mind started thinking on those lines.

 

I may look flat chested girl but the way akka brain washed me I wanted to fast track myself.

That night I couldn’t get sleep at all thinking about all these things.

Next day morning mom came to my room and woke me up and told today its dad turn to make me ready for sch ool. I remember dad telling about this yesterday itself. After I am done with my morning rituals came dad to my bathroom. I was filling my bucket with water. I was in towel. Looked at dad and smiled. I recollected the way dad crushed me on my back and ejaculated in his boxers and mom cleaning the stuff off the floor. Even now dad is in boxers. I could see the bulge inside

Unlike last time, today is not head bath, its simple bath, dad rubbed my back and legs and finally he stood behind me and hugging me tightly he started rubbing my stomach inside my towel. I was shocked his hands are approaching my lemons. With soap in his hand and rubbing my stomach and lower abdomen he was hesitating to rub my tits. I took the soap from his hand and I put my hand inside my towel and started rubbing my small tits and chest.. since dad was back he cant see me. Somehow I quickly finished washing my tits and turned towards dad.

He is now staring at my chest… wet and visible.. since I was also feeling the heat, my body started reacting to it and my nipples got hardened.. like a sharp pencil needle.. I couldn’t stop staring at the bulge in dad’s boxers. Dad smiled and completed the rest of my bath  and quietly went out.

After a while I came out to see dad holding my inners in his hand waiting for me. I couldn’t see into his eyes at all and grabbed my inners from his hand and tried to push him out but did he really leave ?

To understand the emotions of dad also, let’s read it as it happened

Just then, as Sheethal bent down to pick up the wet skirt that had fallen and set it aside, her womanhood was beautifully revealed to her father, Vikram; the pink, glistening folds of her sex parted between her thighs like the segments of a jackfruit.

Seeing his daughter's maidenhood—resembling a glistening pink bud—Vikram’s cock swelled to a size it had never reached before; as it strained and bulged prominently against his boxers, causing him discomfort, he adjusted it with one hand while hungrily devouring his daughter's naked body with his eyes.

As Sheethal bent down to retrieve the wet towel—intending to put on her skirt—she felt a sudden sensation of being watched, causing goosebumps to rise across her skin; glancing sideways toward the cot where her father lay, a shiver ran through her body. She saw her father reflected in the full-length mirror in the corner of the room: he was gazing intently at the pink, bud-like folds of her sex exposed between her thighs as she bent over, all while gripping and fondling his own erect cock through his lungi—a sight that made Sheethal’s entire body shrink with sudden, overwhelming shyness.

But as she watched her father—seemingly oblivious to her presence—staring intently at her thighs, her buttocks swelling prominently as she leaned forward, and her breasts drooping downwards, all while he vigorously jerked his fully erect cock—her initial shyness gave way to a tingling sensation spreading through her body; blood rushed rapidly to her thighs, breasts, and face, and her entire body began to heat up with the fever of desire, much like an iron wire glowing in a furnace.

The body that had moments ago felt heavy with shyness now grew heavy with the weight of desire. To Sheethal, the man on the bed no longer appeared merely as her father; instead, he seemed like a male burning with the urge to fiercely knead her youthful curves, pull her onto the bed, claim her naked body completely, plunge his erect manhood deep into her womanhood, and ravenously ravish her virginity. That realization awakened the woman within her.

The raw masculinity her father had displayed just fifteen minutes ago in the bathroom. She thought to herself, "Alright, let him do whatever he wants; but what if he crushes me the way he crushes akka?" "Ah... oh my... mmm... that’s even better... alright, let’s see what happens..." she thought, deciding to provoke her father even further.

Slowly, she removed the wet towel and dbangd it over the nearby clothesline. Then, turning leisurely toward the mirror, she displayed her full, firm, ball-like breasts, her slender midriff, and her slightly broad waist with its deep navel. Just below lay her smooth lower belly—free of any creases—and the mound between her thighs, covered in a fine, dark triangular patch of fuzz. Her labia were parted deep, like a clean knife-cut, yet the inner lips remained pressed close together—a sign that no man had ever breached that flower to drive his cock deep within and ravish it.

Her glistening labia hinted at the rising heat of desire within her, while her thighs—smooth and shapely like banana stems—glowed with the fresh radiance of youth. Displaying all her charms, and acting as though she were in no rush, she treated her father’s eyes to a feast of her naked body. She picked up her slip and pulled it over her head; as she did, she deliberately raised both arms, thrusting forward her breasts—firm and golden like spheres—to show them off prominently, before letting the garment slip down to cover her face and...

She shifted her skirt aside, checking to see if her father was looking at her naked charms; she pulled the skirt up only to her navel and left it there. Then, she put on her blouse and fastened the bottom two hooks. Using her left hand, she adjusted her right breast into the cup, and with her right hand, she adjusted her left breast, taking the opportunity to knead both breasts alternately for a while. She teased her father, driving him wild with the sight of her breasts and her dark, protruding nipples—standing out like coins—while glancing sideways into the mirror to gauge his reaction.  Vikram was so captivated by her reflection that he hadn't even noticed his boxers had slipped aside, exposing his naked member as he vigorously stroked it. Sheethal smiled to herself, wondering how else she could toy with her father, but just then, she heard her mother’s voice outside; she quickly threw on the rest of her clothes and hurried into the front room.


Now back to Sheethal’s narration

Uncle, next day .. night.. I was almost sleeping, then I could sense mom coming to my room and lifting me up and taking me to their bed room and made me sleep on their bed. I was half asleep but I could hear what mom was telling dad

“Vikram, this girl will need to sleep in our room for few days”

“why honey ?”

“she is not a kid any more and needs to know few things”

“like what ?”

“Vikram, we did a mistake in case of the elder one. She picked up some bad habits at sch ool and I heard she was roaming with that boy Sameer”

“yeah.. I remember that incident honey.”

“yeah.. she got used to boys so much that finally you had to discipline her a lot before she came to right track”

Frankly speaking, I am not understanding what they mean by discipline. My curiosity went up and hence I woke up from half sleep and got up and holding dad’s hand asked him what did akka do and what kind of punishment he gave.  Dad was hesitant to reply. I insisted to answer me. Mom was silent.  Dad who was sitting on the bed leaning against the bed frame, put his phone aside and lifted me up and made me sit in his lap. Needless to say he is in boxers

I was with my back to dad, he held me tightly and hugging me kissed me on my neck and said “baby.. every girl has an itch at some stage. Some would get early and some late. Akka got it early and she was going in wrong path, going after boys.  One day I made her sit like this in my lap. I was in lungi that time. I hugged her. She hugged me back. I kissed her, she kissed me back. I was happy that she is responding to me. Then that night I made her sleep like this between us. In the middle of the night, you cant believe baby, she got up and settled between my thighs.

Mom was sleeping. Akka was pressing my dick with her hands. I pretended sleeping. She was playing with my tool so much , finally she made me cum.. cum hard .. on her face..

Taking my silence as approval, she got more bold and from that day onwards, before I sleep she would come to my room after you sleep and play with my dick for some time. She likes to press, massage, kneed, fist, rub and play with my dick like a toy and extract the juices out of it and lick my juices and go to her room



mom was watching akka do this to me every day. She was worried you might get to know about this and she felt it was not good for you to know these things then. Mom warned akka to stop this activity even though I liked it.

In fact during that period mom and I used to fight on this issue.  I wanted akka to be with me rather than boys. But mom would say you would get to know. But I was so much into it, finally I ignored mom and started fucking akka while she was sleeping which she used to enjoy a lot.

   

slowly Akka stopped meeting boys except Sameer.

In fact mom also likes me fucking akka but only thing is she is worried about you, you were in your room anyways.

But sometimes whenever I come home late from office, by the time you guys were sleeping in your room, I would come to your room, wake up akka and release my cum in her mouth then and there.

 

I would be so much aroused , some times , I forget you were also there in that very same room.. of course sleeping.  This was little bit dangerous, that’s why mom used to yell at me for doing such things

Now coming to punishment.. well, that some thing I will tell you later baby”

When Dad was telling that I could feel his erection hitting my ass crack !!!

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Abhi with Anitha

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Malavika with huge boobs waiting for her adopted son Abhi as his mom was killed due to car accident caused by Malavika...now it's her moral responsibility to treat the boy as her own son and feed her milk every day

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Update

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Lets see whats happening in Abhi, Malavika thread

After few weeks of showering motherly love on the young soft boy Abhi, Malavika felt very happy that she is able to atleast give some comfort and bring back cheers in the life of the young boy who lost her mom… sole reason being me. She decided to take care of all his requests and one of that being feeding her milk to the boy.  Malavika the beautiful MILF that she is knew a trick or two on creating the fake feeling in the boy’s mind that he is actually drinking her milk, even though he can clearly see Malavika amma placing milk bottle along side her breast and point the nipple towards her nipple and allow Abhi to suck both of them together and getting a  feeling of extracting the milk from her breast.

Abhi feels very happy sucking the nipples like that and with his other hand massaging and kneading the other breast. Malavika also feels the motherly love as she doesn’t have a boy and now feeling what a miss not having a boy to play with her like this. She would massage her head while pressing him hard against her breasts and kissing and caressing his forehead while spreading her thighs to give access to his hands. Abhi went few years back in his life and recollected the sweet memories that he had with his deceased mom. He would chuckle and smile while sucking Malavika amma’s nipples.

Malavika asked him “beta, why are you smiling ? did your mom come to your thoughts ?”

 

Abhi was shocked.. how could she exactly guess whats going on in his mind. He nodded his head and emptied the milk bottle and then lifted his head, with so much fresh milk he drank, he is feeling drowsy and looked into her eyes with love and passion mixed with lust and desire.  Malavika bent down to kiss his cheeks and put her hand in his shorts and started pressing his pencil. Abhi knew it would be hard for him to control himself and he wanted to divert the topic and said “mom.. you really reminded me off my mom”

Malavika slowly stroking his pencil asked “how ? no one can replace mom in this world”

Abhi slightly jumping in her lap and putting his hand inside her nightie and feeling her wet hot sticky pussy lips replied “that’s true but you are so close”



Malavika egged on him to reveal the hot secrets with her mom

Abhi thought Malavika amma must know these little secrets and hence started telling her


Just as she had done for all of us, Mom would let her milk flow for my   baby sister.

I was fascinated by her breasts; they were beautiful and full—resembling a cow's udder—and they tantalized me.

Mom didn't wear a bra at home, so with every movement, those full breasts would sway beautifully beneath her blouse.

Her nipples would often protrude visibly through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Sometimes, seeing her blouse damp from leaking milk would stir a deep desire in me to taste it.

Watching Mom breastfeed the baby became a habit of mine. 



When she nursed, she would open her blouse just enough to expose the breast...

Consequently, I could only catch glimpses of her nipples and the surrounding areolas.

But that brief glimpse was enough to drive me wild with desire.

Her areolas were smooth, dark coffee-brown, and as large as rupee coins; the nipples themselves stood out in a deep carrot-orange hue—thick and tempting, much like a cow's teat.

Given Mom's golden complexion, those large, lush breasts—with their broad areolas and prominent nipples—created a stunning color combination.

I would keep an eye out for when she was about to nurse the baby; then, pretending to be engrossed in a book, I would position myself nearby to watch her breastfeed. I thought Mom hadn't noticed.

A few days later, my younger sister seemed to have indigestion; she started vomiting up the milk she had drunk.

That was when my real story began.

One evening, when only Mom and I were home, she confronted me. "Chinna," she said, "whenever you watch your sister drinking milk, this happens to her... stop watching."

I was startled, like a thief caught red-handed; not knowing what to say, I hung my head.

Mom continued, "When you watch like that, the milk changes and gives the baby indigestion... it would be best if you stopped looking."

She didn't explain *why* the milk would change just because I looked at it.

I stood there, feeling ashamed at having been caught.

Suddenly, Mom asked, "Do you feel like drinking milk too, when you see her drinking it?"

There was no anger in her voice—only a mother's love shining through.

I felt a sense of relief and remained silent.

"Look, Chinna, why the hesitation? You are my son too—the first child to drink my milk. If you want, I’ll give you milk again. After papa falls asleep at night, you can suckle at my breast... but you must promise to stop watching your sister drink milk. And promise not to let anyone else know about this," she said, extending her hand.

Suppressing my joy, I placed my hand in hers and made the promise.

Overjoyed, I ran outside. I began to look forward to that night.

Our house wasn't very big—just a kitchen, a hall, and one other room. However, there was a storage room at the back where papa used to sleep.

I would lay out mattresses on the floor in the hall and sleep.

We used to bolt the back door from the inside to keep thieves out.

If papa wanted to come in, he had to knock, and I  would have to get up and open the door.

That night, after papa had gone to sleep and my younger sister had fallen asleep, Mother whispered in my ear, "Chinna... get up and come to the kitchen," and she quietly slipped away.

A short while later, I got up and quietly made my way to the kitchen.

My heart was pounding with anticipation and desire.

Mother was lying on a mat there, resting her head on a pillow.

She gestured for me to close the door and lie down beside her.

As soon as I lay down, she gently guided my head toward her breasts with one hand while unfastening her blouse with the other.

She offered her large left breast to my mouth.

Eagerly, I took the nipple between my lips and began to suckle.

No milk came out... after a little while...



While still suckling, I looked up into Mother's face, wondering why. Suppressing a smile while biting her lip, Mom stroked my head and said tenderly, "You silly boy... have you forgotten how to suckle? Right, it’s been so long... Here, take the nipple into your mouth, latch on tight, and suck. The milk will flow."

I wrapped both hands around her breast, opened my mouth wide, and took the entire nipple and areola inside to suck.

Her sweet breast milk began to spray against the roof of my mouth... I drank greedily.

Mom pulled me closer, embracing me, and shifted her chest towards me so her breast filled my mouth completely.

After about five minutes of sucking, the stream of milk thinned and stopped.

I stopped sucking and looked up at her...

"Drink from this one... here..." she said, guiding her right breast into my mouth.

I sucked voraciously... as if I might never get this chance again.

After another five minutes, Mom patted my head and said, "Has my boy had his fill? That’s enough... if we don't leave and papa wakes up, it’ll be embarrassing... come on, let's go to the hall," looking into my eyes with a gentle smile. 



"Mom, please... let me suck a little longer... your breasts... the milk is so good... please..." I pleaded.

"Alright... go ahead... just for a little while..." she said, drawing my head back against her breasts. I started sucking her breast again... while caressing her other breast, I began to drink her milk.


"Oh, you're so eager... do you love Mom's breasts that much? ...Mmm..." she said, pulling me even closer.

Her voice was heavy, and she was breathing deeply and forcefully.

I don't remember how long I suckled... but when Mom said, "That's enough, dear... that's enough for today... let's go... don't forget your promises..." I felt a bit disappointed.

Knowing I couldn't refuse her, I got up and followed her into the hall.

We both lay down and went to sleep in our respective spots.

The next day, whenever the baby cried, I covered my ears tightly.

I stepped out of the house, determined not to break my promise to Mom.

When I was at home, I gazed at Mom's breasts with even greater hunger.

They seemed fuller and more voluptuous than ever.

Mom noticed my hungry gaze and smiled gently.

She adjusted her *pallu* so it rested between her breasts, offering a feast for my eyes.

They looked delightful as they bounced within her blouse with her movements.

I noticed her nipples were large and erect.

Protruding against the blouse like small dates, they made her look even more beautiful.

I stayed awake, waiting for Mom to call me again.

After papa had fallen asleep, Mom quietly said, "Chinna, come, let's go to the kitchen," as she silently got up and walked away.

I followed her... we went into the kitchen and latched the door.

We lay down side by side...



Mom unfastened her blouse... for me...

I snuggled close to her, took her right breast fully into my mouth, and began to suckle...

For ten minutes, I suckled both her breasts—one after the other—and drank all the milk.

It felt like there was more milk in her breasts that night compared to the previous one...

All the while I was suckling, Mom affectionately stroked my head, shoulders, and back... breathing heavily, she shifted her chest forward to press her breasts firmly into my mouth.

I happily drank my fill of that milk...



"Is your tummy full, darling?" Mom asked affectionately, wiping my lips with her fingers.

"I started giving your little sister bottled milk so you could have your fill," she said with a soft, shy smile.

Overjoyed, I hugged her and said, "Thank you so much, Mom... your breasts and milk are so sweet..." while caressing her naked breasts with one hand. Mom placed her hand over mine and, pulling me close, said, "Why are you so crazy about my boobs, darling? You’ve been staring at them all day long..." She pressed my face against her breasts and rubbed it gently.

The smoothness and fullness of her breasts felt incredibly comforting to me.

"I’ve always been crazy about your boobs... Thanks a lot for showing them to me today..." I said, looking into her eyes.

"I don't mind showing them to you... but I was worried—since the nipples get so hard and erect, what if papa saw them?" Mom said, brushing her firm nipples against my cheeks.

As I fondled her breasts and nipples with my fingers, I asked, "Those big nipples look beautiful... By the way, why have they become so engorged with milk?"

"You silly boy, that’s the result of you sucking on them last night... they stretched out and filled with milk like that," she said with a laugh.

"Mom, did it hurt when I sucked on them that hard?" I asked.

"No, darling... it felt so good when you sucked and drank the milk... Look, just hearing your words has made my breasts fill with milk again... Stop talking and suck the milk... come on... here... suck... squeeze this breast while you suck it... Mom... oh... sss..." she said, guiding her right breast into my mouth while placing my hand on her left breast and rubbing it. I happily obeyed her command...

I began suckling her breast again.

Lost in the moment and enjoying ourselves, we suddenly heard the baby crying.

Mom gently withdrew her breast from my mouth and said, "Wait a moment, dear... she seems to have woken up hungry... I'll go check on her," as she stood up.

Adjusting her blouse, she smiled and said, "You stay right here... I'll be back... you can have some more milk then... after all, she only gets bottled milk anyway."

I lay there happily, waiting for her return...

Fifteen minutes later, Mom came back.

She sat beside me; as I gently caressed her blouse, she smiled sweetly...

Pressing my hand against her breasts, she said, "There's still milk in Mom's breasts... drink it up, darling..." She placed both hands behind my head, pulled me into her lap, and guided her right breast into my mouth.

Happily, I began to suckle that warm flow of milk once more.

She pressed my head firmly against her bosom and rhythmically squeezed her breast, encouraging the flow of milk.

As the *Mangalsutra* around her neck swayed with her movements, I pushed it aside with one hand while squeezing and caressing her other breast with the other, all the while drinking the nectar of her milk...

Moaning softly in a state of blissful intoxication, she let the milk flow freely from both breasts. "Chinna... that’s good... that’s enough for today... come on, let’s go. We have to do this in a controlled way... without anyone finding out... hmm... understood?" she said, affectionately stroking my head as she stopped nursing me.

I nodded, even though I didn't want to stop.

I got up and followed her, then drifted off to sleep.

From the next day onwards, Mom strictly limited our blissful nursing sessions to just one hour at night.

During the day, however, she continued to feast my eyes on the sight of her breasts and her beautiful figure.

Every night, she would let me nurse from both her breasts...

I would drink nearly a litre of milk—filling my belly completely—before drifting off to sleep in contentment.

At first, she would clench her teeth to suppress her moans while I suckled...

But as time went on, hearing her soft moans reach my ears gave me a unique kind of thrill.

Once or twice, when I paused and started to ask, "Mom, is something wrong? Does it hurt?" she would press my head even closer to her breast and say, "No... it's nothing like that. Don't stop... keep going."

Once, when I pressed her for an answer, she gently caressed my head and face, saying, "It doesn't hurt at all, dear... to be honest, it feels wonderful," while looking at me with half-closed eyes.

"Wonderful... how exactly? Tell me," I persisted.

"What can I say? You wouldn't understand even if I told you. You aren't at that age yet, my dear..." she would say, holding me close and pressing my face between her breasts.

Fearing she might get annoyed if I pushed any further, I would simply lose myself in the blissful sensation of her warm, smooth, and soft breasts. As the days went by, instead of diminishing, her milk supply actually began to increase.

Consequently, Mom gradually increased the frequency of nursing sessions to two or three times a day.

She would have me come home for lunch, and right after the meal, she would let me nurse to my heart's content from both breasts.

A little later, she started nursing me in the evening—before I went out to play and before my younger sister returned home.

With my craving satisfied three times a day like this, the days passed happily...

We were careful to keep this arrangement a secret from everyone—especially papa.

However, in a turn of events we hadn't anticipated, a third person found out about it.
Grandma found out.
Although she lived in a village twenty kilometers away, Grandma used to manage the family's farmlands there.
She called to say she wanted to visit our place for a week, just for a change of place.
Mom couldn't say no and invited her over.
Before she arrived, Mom told me that our activities would have to be put on hold for the week—no nursing and no exposing her breasts.

"But how, Mom? That’s going to be really hard..." I grumbled. Mom gently stroked my head and said, "What can we do, my dear? Let's just tough it out for a week. If we rush things and get caught, we won't have a chance like this ever again... we need to be patient. If you really want it, I'll nurse you again at dawn tomorrow—drink your fill to make up for a week of going without. Okay?"

Left with no other choice, I agreed.

That night, Mom nursed me twice, and just as she had promised, she fed me to my heart's content again at dawn the next day.

After my grandmother arrived, time seemed to drag endlessly; three days felt like three ages.

I began counting the hours, waiting for her to leave.

On the third night, Mom woke me up and said, "Come to the kitchen..." I was surprised.

I couldn't understand how Mom could call me like that while my grandmother was sleeping in the hall.

Still, I got up quietly and went.

Mom pulled me close and, reaching into her already unfastened blouse, pulled out her right breast and guided it into my mouth.

"Suck, my dear... oh..." she moaned, pressing my head firmly against her.

Milk, swelling her breast, flowed in a steady stream into my mouth.

Without a second thought, I... for 15 minutes. I drank my fill of that milk...

Once both breasts were empty, Mom sighed and said, "Phew... oh, that feels so good. I was struggling to carry the weight of all that milk..." as she adjusted her breasts back into her blouse.

"That’s all well and good, Mom... but why did you take such a risk?" I asked, fondling her breasts right over her blouse.

 

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