Adultery Hot Family Secrets (Updated : July 12)

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Even though Abhi was disappointed not to get his mother's milk immediately, he waited hopefully for their return, knowing the whole night lay ahead.

By eight o'clock, Anitha and her mother returned. 

After the three of them finished dinner at nine, Jayamma (grandma) said, "Abhi, you go ahead... Mom will be back in a little while... The house is empty tonight, after all... just go and lie down in the room."

Abhi did as she said; he went into the room and waited for his mother.

Time seemed to be moving very slowly.

Even though his mother returned within fifteen minutes, it felt like a long wait to him.

Anitha entered the room carrying a small packet; she had changed out of the silk saree she wore to the temple and was now wearing a simple, thin-woven saree and a somewhat tight blouse. 

Seeing her breasts straining against the blouse made Abhi's mouth water. 

She entered the room, latched the door from the inside, sat on the bed next to her son, and opened the packet. "This is temple *prasadam*, Abhi... Grandma brought it for both of us to eat," she said, feeding a piece to him. 

Abhi picked up another piece and said, "Aren't you going to eat? Open your mouth," as he moved to feed her. She parts her full, red lips slightly and leans towards her son.

Seeing those full lips, Abhi loses his composure; he wraps his other arm around her waist, pulls her close, and plants a passionate kiss on her.

For a moment, Anitha stiffens in surprise at her son's action.
Thinking she might be angry, Abhi asks, "Sorry, Amma... are you angry about what I just did?"

Anitha shakes her head and says with a smile, "No, dear... I was just a little surprised, that's all."

"So, you don't get angry if I kiss you?" he asks, moving closer again, happy.

Wrapping both arms around her son, she says, "If not you, then who else would kiss me, dear?" and offers her lips to him again.

After kissing deeply for two minutes, they pull apart, breathing heavily.

"Amma, your lips... your kiss... they are so sweet," Abhi says, looking into her eyes with desire.

"Abhi, there is something else—something even sweeter—inside my blouse. Won't you taste that too?" 

Anitha speaks as she shifts her saree's *pallu* aside, positioning her left breast—and the curve of it bulging out from her blouse—so it catches her son's eye.

Her milk has let down, wetting the front of her blouse and making the prominent nipple visibly protrude.

"Ever since this evening—ever since grandma said we’d be spending the whole night alone in this room—my breasts have grown heavy with milk, my dear... Come, drink your fill from both of them," she says, pulling her son toward her as she leans back onto the pillow, undoing her blouse hooks with her left hand.

As Abhi leans against her, resting his weight on one elbow, he gazes unblinkingly at the voluptuous, firm curves of her breasts—visible through the blouse—which resemble large palm fruits; the moment they are fully bared, he caresses their bases with his palms and looks longingly into his mother's eyes.

Her womanhood thrills at Abhi's touch; muscles deep within her quiver, and her ducts surge with arousal.

Placing her hands on his head and back, she says, "What is this fumbling? You're kneading my breasts as if coaxing the milk to flow... Come on, don't butt at me like a hungry calf... Just suckle, my darling—Momma's milk... I told you they were full and ready..." As she speaks, she guides her son's face toward her bosom and places her right breast into his mouth. As Abhi eagerly latches his lips onto her nipple and sucks, her milk begins to spurt into his mouth in steady, rhythmic jets.

At the same time, the muscles of her pussy quiver intensely; her pleasure peaks, and her juices flow freely.

As the fluid wets her inner thighs and begins to soak her skirt, Anitha moans—"Amma... sss... hoo..."—unable to contain her ecstasy.

Unaware of what is happening to his mother and thinking she is moaning in pain, Abhi pauses for a moment and looks up at her.

Disliking the interruption to her moment of bliss, she presses her son's head back against her breast and urges him on: "Don't stop, Abhi... it feels so good... drink it all up... don't waste a drop..." She passionately thrusts her breast deeper into his mouth.

Abhi doesn't stop again; he sucks greedily from both breasts, alternating between them as if there were no tomorrow.

He drinks his fill of her milk. As her body grew aroused and juices began to flow, she felt a surge of ecstasy and her breasts swelled with desire...

For about half an hour, the two of them forgot the world around them, floating in their own private realms of bliss...



Afterwards, lying side by side and caressing each other's bodies, they slowly emerged from those waves of pleasure...

"Amma... take off your blouse... I want to hold your breasts close while I sleep..."

"Alright, dear... it would be even better if you took off your shirt too..."

In moments, they undressed each other, casting their clothes aside, and embraced.

"Abhi... your body feels so strong and comforting in my arms," Anitha said, savoring the firm, youthful strength of his body within her tight embrace.

"It feels so good to have your breasts against me, Amma," Abhi said, pressing her bosom firmly into his chest as he held her close.

Embracing each other with their upper bodies bare, they drifted off to sleep.

From the next day onwards, whenever they were at home, the mother and son spent all their time in that room.

Without wearing a blouse, Anitha would offer her breasts as a feast for her son's eyes; every half-hour, she would nurse him, giving him a taste of heavenly bliss.

Jayamma, ensuring no one disturbed them, would look after the little girl while allowing her daughter to indulge in her desires.

On the third day, Jayamma said to her daughter, "Anitha, it would be good to give Abhi a head bath... his body seems to be getting too hot."

The mother and son went to the bathroom for the bath.

Abhi was wearing only a small towel around his waist. As Anitha prepared to pour water and soap him up, the towel began to slip down due to the weight of the water; Abhi, feeling shy, moved to adjust it.

Anitha stopped his hand, letting the towel fall to the floor, and said, "Wait... I need to scrub your waist too, don't I? Why be shy with your mother?" She says with a smile...

Abhi stands motionless, unsure of how to react...

Anitha’s jaw drops as she sees his erect member...

"Wow... what is this... yours is so big? Back when you were little, it was just the size of a green chili... I don't know if you remember, but when you were a baby nursing at my breast, I used to play with it—calling it 'pencil, pencil'—to get you to latch on," she says, reminiscing about the sweet memories of the past, even as strange new desires begin to stir within her...

"That’s nothing, Amma... you can still play with it now while I nurse," Abhi says, as her reaction sparks new, strange feelings and hopes within him...

"In that case, I need to scrub and clean it even better," she says, applying soap to it while trying to suppress the rising desire in her heart...

As she runs her soft hands over the length of his member, Abhi finds the touch incredibly pleasurable and squeezes his eyes shut... trying hard to hold back his ecstasy so he doesn't ejaculate prematurely.

Clenching their teeth to keep things under control, they finish the bath without any further incident and step out.

That afternoon, after lunch, mother and son retreat to the room, bolt the door, and get into bed to indulge in the pleasures of breastfeeding. Anitha, having offered her breast to her son, slips her hand inside his shorts and begins to fondle his member.

Within moments, it swells and stands erect, thick and hard.

Finding the shorts too constricting, she unfastens it and pushes it down.

Lost in the pleasure of her touch—complementing the taste of her milk—Abhi adjusts his position, lying down and offering his body to her.

Stirred by the agility of her hand, his youthful passion surges, reaching the point of release.

Unable to hold back any longer, Abhi lifts his left leg, wraps it around his mother's right thigh, and ejaculates.

With each rhythmic thrust, he spurts his seed while moving his hips against her.

Anitha pulls her son close and embraces him tightly. "I didn't realize you had grown into such a man, my dear... how did you hide so much passion in such small balls, my darling?" she asks, showering kisses all over his cheeks in a moment of sheer abandon.

"Mom... for six months, you’ve been feeding me your milk... do you feel like tasting *my* milk now?" Abhi asks her while gently caressing and pinching her cheeks and lips with his fingers.

Shyly, she lowers her head and gives a slight nod of agreement.

With his heart leaping for joy, Abhi rises onto his knees beside her and brings his cock close to her face, saying, "So, come on... take mine into your mouth... suck it just like I suck your breasts... suck out the thick *payasam*..."

Though she hesitates a little at first, Anitha gently grips her son's cock and takes it into her mouth.

Since the young cock is already thick and erect, it fills her mouth completely.

With the rhythmic movements of thrusting into her mouth, Abhi pumps another load into her within five minutes.

She swallows every drop of the fluid without letting a single bit spill.

Pulling her son close and embracing him, she kisses his ear and asks, "Abhi... your *payasam* tastes so delicious... I want it all the time... will you give it to me?"



"It’s all yours, Amma... I’m always ready to feed you," Abhi replies humbly, affectionately stroking her back and shoulders.

After a while, Anitha gets up to relieve herself and leaves the room. As Abhi imagines his mother lifting her saree and petticoat, spreading her smooth, banana-stem-like thighs, and letting her golden-hued urine stream out with a 'zuy-zuy' sound, a tingling sensation rushes through his body; a deep desire grows within him to passionately kiss the womanhood nestled safely between those golden thighs.

When she returns and sits beside him on the bed, he asks, "Amma... may I... kiss... yours?" while resting his left hand on the mound of her womanhood and caressing it.

Anitha is startled for a moment by his question...



Yet, she does not push his hand away.

With her face flushing slightly from shyness and her eyes cast downward, she gently lifts her saree and petticoat up to her waist, revealing her golden treasure for Abhi to feast his eyes upon.

Abhi’s body thrills as he beholds that beautiful womanhood for the very first time...

A patch of fine, copper-colored hair conceals the raised mound of her vulva, nestled between those golden thighs...

The hair glistens with a faint dampness...

The vertical lips hidden behind that hair glistened stickily, like *Jalebi* coils fresh out of sugar syrup.

Abhi felt an uncontrollable surge of passion and desire.

He stepped off the bed, knelt before his mother, and caressed her smooth, shapely thighs with both hands, gazing longingly into her eyes.

Biting her lower lip to stifle a rising moan, Anitha tilted her head slightly to the side and moved it gently, as if to say, "Go ahead."

Overjoyed by her consent, Abhi—while squeezing her slightly trembling thighs—moved his hands toward the thicket of her womanhood.

Moaning softly, she spread her thighs wide.

Abhi planted light kisses along her thighs and brought his mouth close to that sensitive, throbbing mound.



The intoxicating, musky scent of her desire overwhelmed him.

Wrapping both hands around her waist and cupping her buttocks to hold her steady, Abhi pressed his face firmly against her labia.

"Aam... sss... woo..." Anitha gasped, arching her hips upward. To heighten her pleasure, he spreads his palm across her womanhood and caresses it gently.

Wriggling in ecstasy, she presses her son's face firmly against her pussy.

Abhi extends his tongue to taste and suck up the initial juices already trickling from her pussy.

"Ushhh... mmm... ah..." Anitha moans, placing her hand behind Abhi's head to press him even closer.

Her juices are surging, ready to overflow. As her initial juices taste thick and sweet like honey to him, he spreads her labia apart with his thumb and middle finger and thrusts his tongue into the wellspring of her nectar.

Her clitoris, swollen to the size of a large orange seed, makes contact with the tip of his tongue.




As he gently stimulates the bud, Anitha arches her soft mound upwards, causing the clitoris to protrude further.

Abhi presses his lips against the bud, capturing as much of it as he can between them, and sucks firmly.

Unable to contain her pleasure, Anitha presses Abhi’s head deeper into her pussy and thrusts her mound further forward.

After Abhi sucks her pussy for a couple of minutes, she can hold back no longer and spurts her juices directly into his mouth.

"Oh God... I can't stop it! Drink your fill, Abhi... ah... sss..." she moans, clamping his head tightly between her thighs.

Abhi slurps up her nectar as if it were a divine offering—sweet and rich—and licks up every last lingering drop from her labia. After the act of tasting her juices was over, as Abhi moved up to the bed beside his mother, she pulled him into a tight embrace and planted a deep, intense kiss—pressing her lips firmly against his.

Once that long kiss ended, Anitha spoke with deep satisfaction, caressing her son's face with her palms and gazing longingly into his eyes: "Abhi... the pleasure you gave me... I never even imagined such bliss existed. Keep giving me this joy again and again, my darling. The way you played between my thighs and sucked my pussy... it felt absolutely amazing."

"Mom, I want to spend my entire life—all twenty-four hours of the day—right between your thighs, savoring the nectar of your pussy. Just keep talking to me about your mouth and your pussy—that’s all I need," he said, gazing at his mother with adoration. "Abhi, hearing you say that brings it all back... my breasts are full of milk... come, suck on them..." she says, pulling her son close and guiding her nipple into his mouth.



As Abhi sucks the milk, a wave of pleasure begins to ripple through her pussy.

Guiding one of her son's hands down to her pussy, she says, "Abhi... could you rub my pussy a little? It feels strange down there..." her eyes growing heavy with desire as she speaks.



That night, Abhi rubs and stimulates her pussy, bringing her to climax four times.

Gradually, Abhi’s desire to actually fuck her grows.

After she reaches her fourth climax, Abhi asks, "Mom... will you let me fuck you? Please?"

"I want to be fucked by you too, my dear... but it’s wrong for a mother and son to do that... I’ll ask Grandma about it... just be patient for a while," she says soothingly.

Seeing Abhi’s face fall, Anitha comforts him: "Don't look so dejected, dear... soon enough, you’ll be on top of me, fucking me to your heart's content... for now, just wedge your cock between my thighs... I’ll make you cum deliciously."

The next day, Anitha tells her mother everything that happened and mentions the proposition Abhi had made. "I knew all along that things would come to this... I told you right at the start, didn't I? 'Be careful... don't cross the line... remember, we are women, and in this regard, we are the weaker ones.' If he didn't fuck you all this time, it was simply due to his age and naivety," says Jayamma.

Anitha hangs her head, unable to offer a reply.

"Oh well... what's done is done. After all, how long can you suppress natural desires? Hold off for today... tomorrow is an auspicious day... you can consummate the marriage then—tonight," says Jayamma.

"But how, *Amma*? After all, the two of us are... mother and son..." Anitha asks hesitantly.

"That’s a funny thing to say... After you two have already tasted each other's juices, is this really such a big sin? Put all that aside. There’s an auspicious time tomorrow evening. If we take off the *thali* your husband tied and have Abhi tie it around your neck again, it’ll be like you’re married... After that, you two can go at it in the storeroom without any fear or anxiety," Jayamma says with an air of authority.

"husband..." Anitha stammers, wondering how she would handle her husband.

"I’ll take care of that... I know how to convince him. One more thing: the two of you shouldn't be together until tomorrow night; sleep with me tonight," Jayamma says.



Anitha finds this difficult and asks, "But how can I? If he doesn't drink from them three times a day... what will happen to my breasts? Won't they swell up and burst?" Adjusting her already full breasts with one hand, she speaks in a coaxing, intimate tone:

"Try to understand, dear... if you go to him now, he’ll mess around a bit and then—for sure—he’ll drive his stake right into your burrow. And you, finding it pleasurable, will let him hollow you out. But if you can just be patient for another thirty-six hours, you can have him properly and proudly as your husband. Besides, the pent-up desire in both of you will only grow, making that first time making love all the sweeter... Got it? And if you’re really bursting with that 'milk' you mentioned... just tell me; I’ll taste it myself," Jayamma says, teasing her daughter playfully while trying to reassure her.

"What you say makes sense, Mom, but what about *him*?" Anitha mumbles hesitantly.

"You just don't go to him... I’ll speak to him myself... alright?" Jayamma says firmly.

[kavitha99]

such a pure motherly love and a great narration

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Amazing hot encounters with her son and grandma is helping her to bond with her son in right way

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Hot moms

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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.

 

AMAZING BROTHER ...PAR TUM NE GRANDMOTHER AUR DAUGHTER KE BICH KI BAAT KYU KAT DALI..."That’s all well and good, Mom... but why did you take such a risk?" I asked, fondling her breasts right over her blouse" 

IS KE BAAD BHI KAYI LINES HE MOTHER AUR GRANDMOTHER KE BICH..KYA TUM IS PART KO AUR THODA MAZEDAR BANAKE PESH KAR SAKTE HO LIKE BREASTFEEDING INFRONT OFF GRANDMA..