Adultery The Glass Dolls (victims of the nature) (Upd Sep 10)

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In fact Prathap uncle knows more about Vennela than Vinni as both Prathap uncle and Vennela’s dad are close friends. What Vinni didn’t know or was too shy to tell her dad is the fact Vennela started liking the lollipops only after a funny incident. One day when Vennela was sleeping in her room, her dad entered for some work.. but after seeing his lovely daughter with her frock gone up a bit exposing her treasure, he did get tempted to taste the treasure but was afraid or felt wrong to do it directly, so he picked up the lollipop from her sch ool bag and with a heavy breath and without getting into the notice of his wife, he unwrapped the lollipop and slightly opened her panty to take the head of the lollipop onto the budding tender layers of her treasure, he rubbed it so gently and kept it there for a while to collect the juices and strong pungent smell of her treasure and then took the lollipop and licked it.

The taste and smell of the lollipop is changed a lot which he liked. He did that for a while and left.

Slowly he got addicted to the lollipop drenched in her treasure juices. One day he opened all the lollipops and rubbed them on her tender pussy and wrapped them back and put them back in her bag.

Vennela when eating the lollipops did notice a change on the taste and also smell.. she didn’t know how they changed their taste and smell. But she got used to the taste and she became like an addict to them and noticing that her dad used to prepare all her lollipops for her to lick and enjoy

 

she would rub her tender pussy with the lollipop and make sure the lollipop is drenched with her pussy juices and her urine before she would put that in her mouth and lick..

That’s the back story of the lollipops

Now coming back to Vinni’s story.



bathroom is a nice place to get the bonding going. The family members coming together to a place where they shed their inhibitions and enjoy some hot erotic discussions and some playful acts is a great way of bonding.

Prathap looking at Vinni said “baby, mom is complaining a lot about my milk, I know how much she lo ves me and you also know how well we love each other. But then baby, love is great, but life is greater than that. As you know I have been balancing my time between saving a life and sharing my love. Baby, I cant tell you few things. 

If I have to extend our lives and the share my love, would it be a bad idea to keep mom unhappy ? one year of absence from love is tough but you get to enjoy the love only when you live right ? for me life is more important than love at this time but a day will come  when life without love is meaningless and I don’t want to live that life.. all my efforts are to live happily and share my love. You may not know everything I am telling you but mom knows it and my intention is to make you understand the pain of your parents, but we don’t see it as a pain but a need to live and love each other”

Vinni didn’t understand fully what the uncle told her but she understood the sincerity in his eyes and the pure love shown by parents hiding their pain is what we all call unconditional love. Vinni hugged her papa and consoled him. Aunty understood her husband and told “honey.. sorry for being selfish.. yes, life is more important than love and if you are serving your milk to extend the life of someone to get their life and love later, I will be more than happy to help you. I enjoyed your milk for so many years and now is the turn of someone else.. let our lives be filled with love and we live longer and share our love to lead a happy life. 

Baby, whatever papa does is for ourselves.. for our well being, I don’t need to tell you what papa would need from you .. a warm hug and a happy kiss.. which will keep his life moving and that’s the only source of his courage and his sacrifices will not be wasted and soon we will come over this crisis and live happily”

Vinni hugged her both parents and emotionally said “I am so lucky to get into your lives… whatever little life we may have, lets live happily.. without wasting time.. without inhibitions and with a purpose.. the sole purpose of our lives is being happy and the sole source of that happiness is our unconditional love towards each other.. “



Prathap uncle went behind Vinni and hugged her from back and in a husky voice told “baby, I liked your approach towards life. You said we don’t know how long we may live, but lets live happily sharing our love towards each other. The pure unconditional love of parents must the foundation of the love every girl must experience.. we will lay that foundation of love for you”, while saying so he pulled down his boxers and pulled her more tighter towards him with her back hugging his chest and her buttocks hitting his semi erect pole. She surrendered herself to her papa’s unconditional love and aunty hugged uncle from his back and she pulled down her petticoat and rubbing her nude hot body on his back and extended her arms further to hold her daughters waist and pulled her even tighter towards her papa.

Uncle sandwiched between innocent cute daughter and hot erotic wife didn’t move for a while and remained like that for a while. Vinni feeling the love of her parents remained like that in pure bliss and as much as she wanted to turn her back to see the happy faces of her parents, she resisted that idea as she could see a part of that from the corner mirror.. its not reflecting her parents images.. its reflecting their love and its showing her what an unconditional love would look like



one thing she decided already is to never have bath alone. Invite both her parents to have a conversation and a hug.

Holding her papa’s hands and taking them to her thighs and rubbing her soft inner thighs with his rough hands, he asked her dad “papa, why did you take this long to do this ? I never thought having bath with you would be so much fun and you must have known about this and asked me about this but you didn’t.. why papa?”

Prathap kissing her neck replied “baby.. life teaches you certain things.. but only when the occasion comes. The nature is trying to separate us, but same nature also knows only way to fight adversity is with love. All these years I was worried about adversity but now the time has come to fight the adversity with love, fight challenges with passion. I may not win against the nature but I am sure I will win my love. That’s enough.. taste the pleasure of love before the life ends.. that’s the realization I got recently.

How ?



Baby, why only few people get to enjoy their life ? why not every one ? even if its for a day every one should enjoy the life without inhibitions and without conditions. Who are we to put rules and conditions to somebody else ? let them live the way they wanted.. this small idea changed my perception on you and your and our life

Yes, society lays some rules.. but I am of the sch ool that I am not living for society, I am living for myself, as long as I don’t impose my views on the society why should the society also impose its views on us ? what I do in my house is my prerogative .. this change in my thinking made me look at you, your life and our life differently. Afterall no one knows who long we live.. so why not taste the love before life ends ?

I am not philosophical .. I am practical. I lived my life long enough to enjoy all the pleasures but what about you ? that’s what brought a change in me”

Vinni started liking his thoughts which have so much depth.

After spending some more time in the bathroom, they came out with heavy hearts, that’s the starting point of the fun filled moments, many of which started unravelling one by one

Next day..



when he came back from office,  he saw his angel lie down on the bed on her stomach in a beautiful colourful frock, uncle got emotional and silently removed his dress and just in his usual boxers climbed the bed and lied on her back.. crushing her and pinning her down to bed, he whispered in her ears “thanks a lot baby for wearing this birthday dress.. you look so beautiful in this dress and you know what would make me happy”, he started kissing her neck and earlobes and with a heavy breath he cupped her small lemons from beneath and started making small moves on back..

feeling papa’s bulge on her buttocks, she preferred silence and surrender and she took the fingers of papa in her mouth and started kissing them and licking them.. no words spoken between them but they both knew what’s happening and Vinni felt so happy for papa dedicating so much time to her and even ignoring his career. All she can do in return is to offer herself to papa and let him do whatever he wants to do.

With her mesmerizing looks and mind blowing fragrance and the innocence and cuteness only girls of that age possess, his unbounded happiness aroused his mammoth cock in his boxers and with each day bridging the gap between them his hungry meat is trying to find its target but still he has more control over his mind than his dick, he can only do so much now and he knows this is a foundation and bonding is very very important and soon a day will come when unbounded desires will erupt giving them unlimited pleasure and happiness that the news of her extended life will make the experience even more fulfilling and purposeful

For now it’s a simple rub and hug and release.. so succinctly .. no words spoken, each surrendering to the desire and yet knowing the limit. Once the heat has subsided, albiete temporarily, he got up from her with a wet trouser and she covering her sticky panty with her frock, both remined silent as if nothing happened and he left to his room

Only a week left to the planned one year long bachelorhood niyamam that uncle has to do.. perhaps the last time as uncle hoped.

Vinni insisted she slept in parents room. Uncle, aunty didn’t object as this one week is critical to keep the family happy as next 1 year would be horrible.

After dinner, uncle was getting ready to sleep, Vinni walked into the room in her night dress



Uncle invited her into his hug and she settled in his lap hugging and cuddling in his lap. After allowing her to settle for a while he asked “baby, whenever you wear that birthday dress and I come and hug you and recently lie on your back hugging and crushing you, you used to say sorry to me, I never asked why as I didn’t want to get negative vibes and disturb our mood, now I am asking you, why do you say sorry whenever you wore that dress ?”

She playfully pinched his nipples and felt his manhood under her buttock before replying

 

“papa, I will tell you why. Every birthday is special to me and you, but that one birthday brought lot of changes in me.  I heard from my friend Vennela how her papa would treat her on her birthday, he would give her bath himself and while doing so he would play with her, tease her and even show his proud member and tell , baby , welcome to a new world.. the real world.. which every one waits so long to enter. Some with the help of others. He would brainwash her mind with all his thoughts making her believe this is how the new world is going to be



Once the birthday celebrations are over the real fun starts and she is introduced to unlimited fun and boundless love and ofcourse with her consent. After hearing her story, I was also tempted on that birthday. I was not happy with just balloons, cake, party and gifts. This is what I have been getting for so long but this is a landmark birthday and I wanted much more than this, so after the birthday celebrations were over, I went to my room. Papa, I was not getting sleep at all and my mind went blank reminding the incidents of Vennela’s birthday

I got up from my bed in the middle of the night and dared to enter your room. I knew it was not appropriate to enter parents room at night even though it was opened. Without tapping the door, I took a few steps forward to enter your room and what I saw was a pure bliss..

Papa, you were both sweating and moaning and slapping each other making love. I never saw so much happiness in both of your eyes and I wanted to be there to witness more of that, but it was mom who saw me at the door and pointed you to me in shock. Papa, you turned back and saw me standing there in awe.. you probably understood what was going in my mind and without any inhibitions and without any anger or frustration you got up from the bed and came near to me and stood there in silence



papa, your raging bull bowed down in front your cute kitten.. your hour long love making with mom erupted in few seconds in presence of your cute parrot.. your leaking weapon which brought me to this earth lost its power and remained as a silent spectator in front of this birthday girl searching for new world.. real world.. like my friend Vennela.

You hugged me in that position .. your wet 10 inch long still semi erect manhood hugging my budding lemons with erect nipples.. needless to say we both were in our birthday suits and remained silent hugging each other.. after a minute of silence you would lift me up and kiss me on my cheeks and say “baby.. what made you take this bold step?”

Papa, I had no answer and kept hugging you. The initial thoughts were influenced by my friend’s story but after watching your love making my thinking changed and I was caught between my own selfish reasons to be with you and my presence putting breaks on your love making. Should I leave or stay ? what would mom say ? even though you may understand my situation, mom may not think in the same direction.

After a big thunderstorm, I woke up.. suddenly.. not from your warm hug but from my own bed.. alone.. in my room.. dreaming about you. Soon I realized that was a bad dream.. bad because I disturbed you and brought you early climax.. bad because mom couldn’t get what she wanted.. bad because may be I was too much influenced by Vennela’s life.  What suits her may not suit me.. that’s why whenever I wear this birthday dress I feel sorry for you and say that to you papa..”

Uncle was stunned at her candid revelation of her thoughts without applying any filter. Such a cute girl needed her birthday to be special.. not just with balloons, cakes, party and gifts.. but also with parental love and introduction to a new and real world that she would soon enter anyway.. uncle felt sorry for ignoring her needs.. her thoughts.. her age coming in the way of real unconditional love is the real reason but many parents like Vennela’s parents crossed that barrier.. long back.. in pursuit of love and happiness with mutual consent

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Good understanding

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Beautiful dolls who have seen the whole world and experienced every thing in the life...getting bored now and ready to explore new adventures

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Sexy mums who trained their horny dolls

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ucking hot story bro.. loved it all

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Komali ... infected by her daughter.. cooling off her fire as her husband is always with their daughter... now Komali needs to find an understanding companion.. will her madam Ammu help her ?

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Pussy love is the real love

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Panty taste is the sweetest...

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What is more intoxicating ? The alcohol or the girl holding it ?

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Read the story of two sons and moms who have started developing feelings at each other due to nature’s curse

Madhavi and Rahul

Pooja and Suman

Read from Rahul’s own words..

 

After the annual exams, Pooja Aunty and Suman came to our house for the holidays. Suman and I were good friends, just like Mom and Pooja Aunty. We were really enjoying the break. Then, one morning...

After we had applied oil to our hands, Pooja Aunty said, "Hey, go to the backyard, wash the oil off your hands with soap, and come back. Take off your undershirts."

We obediently went, washed our hands with soap, and returned wearing only our lungis. The room was dark; there was no bedside lamp on. A faint, flickering light from the hall's bedside lamp was filtering in through the window. Rays of light from the outdoor tube light were also streaming in through the gaps in the closed window. Within five minutes, our eyes adjusted to the dim light.

Once our eyes adjusted, this is what we saw: Pooja Aunty and Mom had both removed their sarees and were lying face-down on the mats, dressed only in their petticoats and blouses.

There was a bowl of ghee between them.

Suman went and sat near Mom's feet; he applied ghee to his hands and began massaging her legs. I did the same for Pooja Aunty, massaging her legs with ghee-coated hands. Both women lay face-down with their eyes closed, enjoying the massage.

There was a gap of about a yard between the two mats. I sat on Pooja Aunty's side, while Suman sat on Mom's side. The space between the two women was completely empty. We could both see the women's bodies. However, since their faces were turned sideways, facing away from each other, I could see my mother's face, while Suman could see Pooja Aunty's face.



Pooja Aunty said to me, "Hey Rahul, make sure the ghee doesn't stain the petty coat." Not knowing exactly what to do, I looked at Suman. He lifted my mother's petty coat up to her knees and began massaging her lower legs.

After massaging for a couple of minutes, Pooja Aunty said, "Suman, massage higher up..." Hearing this, Suman lifted my mother's pettycoat to just below her buttocks and started massaging her thighs. I began doing the same to Pooja aunty

Essentially, I was doing to Pooja Aunty exactly what Suman was doing to my mother, following his lead.

So, Pooja Aunty gave the instructions, Suman carried them out, and I imitated Suman. My mother remained silent, acting merely as a passive participant.

After a while, Pooja Aunty said, "Hey Rahul, rub some on my back."

Suman got up from where he was sitting and moved to sit near my mother's waist; I did the same beside Pooja Aunty.



As Suman and I were applying the ghee to their backs, Pooja Aunty said, "Not like that; rub it so that your palms move along both sides of my spine." When I tried moving my hands that way, I found that one hand was applying more pressure than the other. I felt awkward rubbing it like that. Pooja Aunty spoke up immediately: "Hey Rahul, it works best if you sit right next to me. If you straddle my buttocks—positioning yourself so your thighs press against mine—and lean forward while resting your hands on either side of my spine, your weight gets distributed evenly across your hands, making the massage much better. It makes giving the massage easier for you, too."

Suman straddled Mom’s hips, sitting on them, and began massaging her back with his palms; I started doing the same.

After about five minutes, Pooja Aunty asked us to move our hands aside so she could have her waist massaged on both sides. Then, she had us move our hands to her stomach; she had us lift her belly slightly, press it down against the floor, and massage it by applying pressure against our hands. Finally, she asked us to rub along both sides of her spine again.

Pooja Aunty remained calm, but Mom’s breathing grew heavy and hissing, punctuated by faint moans. Compared to me, Suman seemed more confident and bold in his massage technique.

 

Pooja Aunty told me to move my hands up toward her shoulders. She warned me not to get the blouse greasy by massaging over the fabric.

Just then, I noticed Suman had slid his hands firmly underneath Mom’s blouse to massage her. Pooja Aunty remarked that putting hands under the blouse like that might snap the hooks, so she told Mom to undo them. Pooja aunty lifted her elbows and shoulders, unhooked her blouse, and lay back down on the mat. With the blouse loosened, my hands easily slid underneath onto Pooja Aunty’s back, and I began to massage her. As Mom lifted herself slightly on her elbows—just like Pooja Aunty—Suman boldly unhooked her blouse and pushed the fabric up towards her neck. Mom let out a low moan and started to say something like "Oh... shoo..." but before she could finish, Pooja Aunty reached out and playfully tapped Mom’s cheek twice. Mom started to speak but stopped herself.

While I was massaging Pooja Aunty’s broad back beneath her blouse, she said—in a slightly drowsy, sultry tone—"Rahul, don't put weight on the whole back at once; you need to scratch the neck while massaging the waist."

Unsure of exactly what to do, I glanced at Suman. He had climbed onto Mom—who was lying face-down—and was massaging both sides of her waist while gently biting the back of her neck with his front teeth. Mom moaned, breathing heavily and gasping, "Suman... oh... ah..." I could feel Suman pressing his crotch against her buttocks.



When I mimicked his actions, Pooja aunty said, "That's it... bite down hard... you son of a bitch..." Startled by her words, I gave a sudden jerk, and my cock got wedged right into the cleft between her buttocks, beneath her petty coat. Pooja Aunty spread her buttocks slightly, pulled the cock deeper into the cleft, and then brought her thighs back together; the cock was now snugly squeezed and trapped between her buttocks.

"Rahul beta, stroke my belly with your hands," Pooja Aunty said. As I stroked her belly and glanced at Suman, I saw his hands positioned beneath my mother's breasts—his palms were pressed against the space between the floor and her bosom. When I followed suit, Pooja Aunty lifted her upper body slightly on her elbows, raising her chest, shoulders, and head so that her breasts hung down loosely; the rest of her body, from the belly down, remained on the mat.

Suman whispered into my mother's ear, "Position your hands just like mom’s, Madhavi mom’s." As my mother opened her eyes, looked at Madhavi Aunty, and propped herself up on her hands, Suman began kneading her breasts as if he were working chapati dough.

Mom started moaning, "Suman... ooh... aah... phew... jaah..."

As soon as Pooja Aunty turned onto her back, I fell off. When she pulled me back onto her, I felt moisture against my cock through her thin pettycoat; beneath that wetness, I could feel the coarse texture of her pubic hair. The pettycoat covered her pussy, but her thighs—bare just an inch below it—were touching me.



Pooja Aunty pressed my head against her breasts, guided her nipple into my mouth, and said, "You’ve been rubbing ghee on me all this time; now, you drink the milk."

As I sucked on Pooja Aunty’s nipples—which were larger than tamarind seeds—I glanced at Suman. He had climbed off Mom, turned her onto her back, and was now lying prone over her, sucking her breasts voraciously as if they were ripe mangoes; Mom was writhing and moaning, "Suman... ooh... aah..." Suman had more than half of her breast in his mouth, sucking noisily.

Pooja Aunty wasn't writhing quite as much, but she had me alternate between sucking her breasts. "Rahul, you're giving Pooja Aunty so much pleasure... I need to turn you into a real man," she said. She pushed my head between her thighs and hiked up her petty coat—which was already lifted an inch above her thighs—all the way to her navel. Even in the dim light, I could see the tuft of hair between Pooja Aunty's thighs and the hairless slit beneath it; it was slightly parted, revealing a thin, reddish opening.

As I gazed at Pooja Aunty's pussy in the semi-darkness, I suddenly heard Mom moan, "Ha... Suman... don't..." Turning my head, I saw Suman—like a calf nudging a cow's udder to drink milk—sucking on Mom's pussy, making loud slurping sounds as he licked deep inside.

I, too, began kissing and licking Pooja Aunty's pussy as best I could.

I licked her for quite a while, but upon hearing Mom's moans and a wet slapping sound, I looked up to see Suman fucking Mom.


I did the same. Within two minutes, Suman ejaculated, and I followed a minute later.
 



After ten minutes of heavy breathing—once our fatigue and racing heartbeats had subsided—Pooja Aunty said, "Madhavi, I’ve turned your son into a real man."

Mom replied, "Is that so, Pooja? Well, your son awakened the woman in me. It’s been over ten years since my husband gave me this much pleasure."

"Is my son such a stud? Let me take a look," she said, pushing me onto Mom, while Suman moved over to his own mother.

We both lay down beside our respective mothers and held them close. A quarter of an hour later, as Pooja Aunty pulled Suman onto herself, he began thrusting his hips. Mom and I followed suit, imitating them.

When Pooja Aunty whispered into her son's ear, "Did you fuck Aunty well, darling?", Suman’s thrusting speed increased.

Hearing Pooja Aunty’s words made my cock even harder. Immediately, Mom whispered in my ear, "You need to fuck even harder than Suman, darling," so I also picked up the pace of my thrusting.

"Get up now... it's time for sch ool," Mom said, shaking me awake firmly. I snapped out of my sleep instantly. Rubbing my eyes and looking around, I saw that neither Pooja Aunty nor Suman was there. So... was it all just a dream? Me, Suman, Pooja Aunty, and Mom all getting massages together... Ugh! Cursing Mom for ruining such a wonderful dream, I went to take a shower.



Shortly after returning home from the hostel, the way his mother was growing closer and acting so boldly felt like an unbelievable dream to Rahul.

Madhavi smiled, as if she had read her son's innermost thoughts.

"I’m telling you the truth, my dear... when your father passed away, I felt strongly that you were the anchor of my life. Let me share something I kept hidden from you: after I conceived my second child, your father felt that having you at home might be an obstacle for us. Yet, he would occasionally hint—'I made a huge mistake sending Rahul to the hostel. That’s the age when a young man might go astray. If he were home, the bond he shares with you would keep him from looking elsewhere, Madhavi. It’s your responsibility as a mother, too. There are things a mother can do that a father cannot.'

"Even though I understood the underlying meaning of his words, my heart wouldn't accept it at the time. But one weekend, when you came home from the hostel, you peeked in and saw me sucking your father's cock... and I saw you watching. I still remember the immense love for me that filled your eyes at that moment. That’s when I decided I wanted to anchor my life to yours. If that’s what you want too... then take me as your own. I will be both mother and wife to you, sharing my womanhood with you. Even now, I am ready to offer you my body and beauty without any conditions..." she said, affectionately caressing his manhood.

Her clear, explicit words completely... They won...

Moving closer to her, he wrapped his arm around her neck and shoulders, claimed her lips in an unhesitating first kiss, and let his other hand wander over her breasts, caressing them...

"Darling, I really loved your frank words... Even Dad, watching from above, would be delighted by your proposal—he certainly wouldn't say no. I’m confident of that. I assure you, this union will blossom into a rare, enduring bond that flourishes forever. Embrace me fearlessly and without hesitation; melt into me... Mmm... Whatever you want, however you want it—I’m ready, my love..." Saying this, he undid his trousers and thrust his hips forward...

"Squeeze out whatever you need for your 'coffee'—take as much as you want. I’m confident I can satisfy you thoroughly, even a couple of times over. You have the power to fill me with such inspiration and energy..." he said, encouraging his newly aroused lover...

"Then take hold of that 'cup'... yes... let everything stored in your 'balls' flow out passionately. Come on... yes... my golden king... let me bathe this massive cock in my wet pussy until the craving is satisfied... and then... finally... spray that thick, milky nectar, my man..." she murmured, caressing his length all over... guiding his member—which he was positioning perfectly—straight to her opening... rubbing it... gripping his cock... Whenever she drew close to his member,

She would tease it with her long fingers, tracing the vertical slit at its tip with her fingertips, stirring up a surging flood of juices within him.

She pressed her other palm against his naked chest, rubbing his nipples and kneading, pinching, and pulling at them, stoking the fire within her to a fever pitch.

“Oh God... you’re killing me... ha... hmmm... haha...” he gasped, his hips bucking and straining. “Mmm... I’ll bring you back to life, my dear... let me feed you my milk... it’s been so long since I’ve nursed you to your fill... come on, my king... let it flow thick... my darling...” she urged him on, coaxing the milk from his cock.

Realizing what she wanted, Rahul adjusted the cup to catch the spray; Madhavi guided the angle of his cock, passionately directing those thick streams into the decoction she had prepared.

 
After placing the cup on the table beside her own, Rahul took a moment to catch his breath, letting out a long sigh.

Madhavi snuggled closer, tenderly stroking his back, head, and shoulders. “Thanks, darling,” she whispered, planting a firm kiss on his lips.

A minute later, they both picked up their cups and... Stirring the floating layers of milk and gazing at each other, they smiled with contentment and affection.

Rahul took a small sip of that ‘coffee’.

Moments earlier, he had drunk that rich milk straight from her breasts.

But now, he was drinking that very breast milk mixed with coffee decoction.

He found it incredibly thrilling.

As each drop trickled down his throat, it felt like consuming nectar.

She watched her son—who was savoring the 'coffee' made from her own breast milk—as he swirled his tongue in the cup and looked up at her. Her heart swelled with a thrilling emotion as she playfully asked, "How is the coffee?"

Even though he didn't speak, the surging emotions within him conveyed their message to her silently.

With every drop, the fires of lust hissed like serpents within his body; the heat of passion spread like a peacock unfurling its plumage, dancing through every fiber of his being.
A woman's milk was a novelty to him. This new experience—drinking it in coffee—brought him sheer ecstasy.

With sparkling eyes, he conveyed his rapture and gratitude to his new queen of passion—his mother.

The arousal reached such a fever pitch that he felt an intense, raw urge to throw his mother onto the sofa, lift her saree to her navel, and ravish her—savoring her womanhood and fucking her with wild, unbridled intensity. However, he forced himself to exercise restraint, deciding not to rush things.
After the two of them had finished half their respective coffees, what if they suddenly swapped drinks and took a sip?!! As the thought struck them simultaneously, they gazed intently at each other, smiled, and swapped cups.

They sipped the drinks, savoring each other's tastes.

For the next five minutes, they both remained silent.

Madhavi struggled to suppress the intense urge to have her son milk his cock directly into her mouth.

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Gen Z mom with open mind and open body... moving freely in the house.. feeding her needy son and greedy hubby at same time..

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mom goes to terrace to dry the clothes but she ended up drying up her son's balls.. not for the first time though..

no prizes for guessing who is shooting this ?  parents always get extra kick from such adventures.. these days these are barely called as adventures as it has become common every where

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The glass dolls have certain cute innocence that would mention their dad's

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Then, Madhavi slowly rose—still in her dishevelled state—picked up the empty cups from the table, and walked into the kitchen.

Her heart fluttered with eager anticipation, like a lover waiting for her beloved, yearning for the moment her husband—her son—would follow her, embrace her, and press against her.

Her desire did not go unfulfilled...

Rahul stood up and quietly followed her into the kitchen. Approaching her from behind, he slid his arms under her armpits and reached beneath the loose flaps of her blouse—which were fluttering over her heaving bosom—to firmly grasp and knead her breasts. He pressed his crotch hard against her ample buttocks, whispered "Saru" affectionately against the back of her neck, and planted a loud, smacking kiss there.

Hearing her son address her exactly like a husband sent a wave of thrilling sensations coursing through her body.

Just as a soda bottle fizzes and overflows when shaken and opened, desire surged powerfully through Madhavi’s entire being.

Composing herself, and feigning an attempt to break free from his embrace, she... She held the hands that were kneading her breasts.
But should she really pull Rahul's hands away from her bosom?



“Darling... what is this? What are you doing? I just gave you a bellyful of coffee... are you hungry already? Hmm?” she asked coyly.

“That sip of coffee wasn't enough to fill my stomach; I don't have the tiny tummy of an infant, after all. Isn't it funny to ask if I'm full after that little bit, when you carry such huge pots of milk right here? To relieve the weight, one has to work on them and suckle, right? Hmm... tell me, are you saying no?” he persisted, rubbing his lips against her neck and shoulders and showering her with kisses.

“I didn't say that... I just asked if your hunger was satisfied... When will you men ever understand the hearts and love of us women?” she said, pressing his hands firmly against her breasts.

Rahul pushed the *pallu* covering his mother's breasts down to the floor, pulled back the loosened flaps of her blouse to remove it, and then affectionately caressed those full, milk-laden mounds.

He spread his palms over the twin mounds, curling his fingers as if to cup them, and pressed gently—softly and tenderly—much like squeezing a rubber horn. Meanwhile, he licked the area behind her ear and showered her with kisses, making soft, smacking sounds.



A thrill of intense sensation coursed through Madhavi’s entire being. Until recently, she had been thoroughly enjoying day-and-night lovemaking with her husband, letting that pleasure saturate her entire being. Even after conceiving, her husband would occasionally find opportunities to plough her pussy well into her fifth or sixth month of pregnancy. But since her husband’s passing, that sexual pleasure had been absent for three months; deprived of the pounding her pussy craved, she was now driven to a state of desperate, ravenous longing for another cock.

Indeed, it had been over ninety days since a man's cock—acting like a pestle in the mortar of her pussy—had last thrust into her.

As her baby innocently suckled at her breast, a jolt of pent-up sexual desire would surge through her body, settling between her thighs; it would send tremors through the muscles of her swollen, hidden pussy—which felt like a tender, budding fruit—leaving her entire body aching with a sweet, maddening intensity.



To make matters worse, every time her son suckled, it stirred up memories of her husband’s lovemaking from the early days of their marriage, throwing her mind into turmoil and leaving her unable to find a moment's peace.

She was consumed by an overwhelming, desperate yearning to feel a cock pounding inside her pussy. Earlier, while breastfeeding her son, his actions had stirred a heat within her; thoughts of fucking swarmed her mind like flies around jaggery, and her body burned with a feverish longing. As she rubbed her pussy through her saree—finding sweet relief and satisfaction—it felt as though unseen deities, witnessing her plight, had granted her a boon through the unexpected presence of her grown son, whose very mannerisms awakened new fantasies, hopes, and desires within her.

That is why, determined not to let the opportunity slip away, she opened up to Rahul about her feelings.
She was ready to satisfy her sexual craving if things worked out. Thanks to God's grace upon her, her hopes were not in vain...

Hugging his mother from behind, pressing his crotch firmly against her buttocks and gently kneading her breasts, he said in a voice thick with desire, "I’m telling you the truth, Mom... ever since I saw you breastfeeding the baby, I’ve been aching to taste them myself. I used to think Hasini, the girl next door, would be the one to introduce me to these pleasures; knowing my craving, I thought she might satisfy that thirst for milk someday. In a way, I had slowly moved past that idea... but just yesterday, I found out the truth—she uses a sex toy that mimics a feeding bottle, sucking flavored milk from it herself while lying next to the baby. Seeing that... and remembering the intimate moments with your breasts... reignited the desire that had been building up inside me."



As he spoke, he continued to knead her breasts...

"I understand, my son... After seeing your physique and strength, I too felt a deep desire to be with you. Once I noticed the lust rising in your eyes while you watched me nurse the baby, I decided—whether it was a permanent thing or just a one-time encounter—that I wanted to satisfy that hunger of yours. It feels like God is finally smiling upon us..." "Will you feed me three times a day, darling? Oh... actually, no... I’ll let you feed whenever you want... and I’ll take it all in eagerly..." she said, tilting her head back and offering her lips for a kiss.

Excited further by her words, Rahul grasped the smooth, soft muscles of her belly with the hand that had been hovering there and began to knead them gently.

He inserted his little finger into her navel and swirled it around.
Slowly, he moved his palm down to her lower abdomen—that flat, firm expanse—and rubbed it firmly.
Under his touch, Madhavi’s mind and body began to melt like a candle in the heat...



Her body began to burn in the fire of desire...
She desperately needed that hot, liquid release to flow into her, to satisfy the pent-up longing within her...

Her pussy was growing wet.

Her body was aching to satisfy a sexual hunger that had gone unquenched for over three months...


Both her mind and body were yearning for sexual pleasure...
As her eyelids grew heavy with desire and began to close, she moaned—"Hmm... ah... oh..."—and tilted her head back; she grabbed the hands that were roaming wildly over her body and pressed them firmly against herself...

While one of Rahul's hands toyed with and pinched her nipples... the other... A hand was massaging her lower abdomen.

As the throbbing sensation in her breasts became almost unbearable, she pulled his hand—which had been wandering over her lower belly—up to her other breast; pressing it firmly against herself, she let out a low, yearning moan.


Responding to the surge of sexual desire within her, the milk glands in her breasts reacted, causing droplets of milk to trickle from the nipples and wet Rahul’s palm and fingers.

The moment the milk touched his fingers, a strange, intense sensation washed over him.

Instantly, he turned her towards him, lowered his head to her bosom, and—with eager, feverish intensity—rubbed his face back and forth against her breasts like a small child.

His face became thoroughly drenched and slick with the streams of flowing breast milk. Overcome with intense craving, he extended his tongue, licked the droplets of milk clinging to her lips, and savored the taste. "Ah... hmm..." he moaned, his delight soaring to the heavens.

He gently lifted her onto the kitchen platform; then, much like a calf—long restrained—that eagerly butts its mother's udder to feed, he began nuzzling and nudging Madhavi’s breasts with his head.

He sought out her nipples with the desperate, fumbling eagerness of an infant searching for its mother's milk, rubbing his face against her bosom. As soon as a nipple—firm with desire and engorged with milk—touched his lips, he drew it into his mouth and began to suckle vigorously, making loud, wet slurping sounds.

Warm streams of milk spurted from her nipple into his mouth...

As the slightly sweet milk entered his mouth, a wave of soothing pleasure washed over his entire body like a cool mist, making his nerves tingle with delight...

An indescribably sweet sensation spread through Madhavi’s body as well.

"Mmm... hmmm... Kanna... ah... hoo..." she moaned softly, trembling; she placed both hands on his head and pressed his face against her breasts, letting her own head fall back in ecstasy...

Wanting to heighten her rapture, Rahul reached out with his other hand, grasped the nipple of her other breast between his thumb and index finger, and kneaded it...

"Amma... ha..." another long moan escaped her lips...

The milk spurting from the nipple wet his hand...

He stopped suckling the breast and licked the milk that had wet the fingers of his other hand...

Overcome by passion, Madhavi cupped his face in both hands and lifted it toward hers; she planted a firm kiss on his lips—which were glistening with droplets of her milk—while simultaneously pressing the fullness of her breasts hard against his chin and chest, holding him in a tight embrace. She wrapped both her arms around him, pinning him close, and pressed her breasts against his chest—as if trying to quell the surging desire within them.

Her breasts, yielding like rubber balls, flattened and clung tightly to his broad, flat chest.

Under that pressure, milk spurted rapidly from her breasts, soaking his undershirt and—seeping through the fabric—wetting his chest as well.

For Madhavi, who had been forcibly deprived of sexual pleasure for three months, an intense, urgent craving took hold; she wanted to seize this opportunity fully and satisfy all that pent-up longing right then and there.