My Lactating Aunt and My Bisexual Mother

[ashuezy2]

Title: Auntie's Touch

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Scene 16

The summer days bled into one another, each one punctuated by the secret thrill of my "lessons" with Jayashree Auntie. I became so used to our routine that I grew careless, my eagerness to be with her becoming more and more obvious.
One afternoon, my mom stopped me as I was about to head next door on a flimsy excuse.

Mom: "Sunny, you seem to be spending a lot of time with Jayashree Auntie lately. More than with your cousins." Her tone wasn't angry, just… curious.
My heart skipped a beat. A few nights before, I had overheard her on the phone with one of her friends, her voice low and complaining, using words I didn't fully understand but knew were about grown-up frustrations. I knew she was lonely and horny.
Later that day, I heard her talking to Jayashree by the garden wall. My mom brought it up again, her voice light, but with that same questioning edge. "He's always so eager to be with you," she said.
Jayashree: "Oh, it's nothing, Rina," Jayashree replied with her easy, charming laugh. "He's a sweet boy, and I enjoy his company. It's nice to have him around."
A couple of days later, Jayashree invited my mom to her house for evening tea. "Bring Sunny along, too," she added with a smile.
So, the three of us ended up in her quiet living room. At first, it was normal. The two of them talked while I sat on the floor. Then, Jayashree looked at me. "Are you hungry, Sunny?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. Before I could answer, she patted her lap.
I knew what she meant. I went to her and sat in her lap. My mom watched, a curious expression on her face, as Jayashree casually unbuttoned her blouse and offered me her breast. As I began to suckle, I could feel my mom's eyes fixed on us. Her own conversation trailed off. She wasn't watching me; she was watching Jayashree's large, exposed breast with an intense curiosity.
After a moment of silence, my mom spoke, her voice a little husky.

Mom: "That's… amazing, Jayashree. I didn't know you could still do that."

Jayashree: "Some women are just lucky, I suppose," Jayashree said, looking at my mom over the top of my head.

Mom: "You have a beautiful body, Jayashree," my mom said, her voice softer now. "You take very good care of yourself."
I watched them talk, their voices lower and more intimate than usual. A strange, uncomfortable feeling twisted in my stomach. This was supposed to be my secret, my lesson. But now, my mom was looking at Auntie Jayashree in a way I had never seen before, and I didn't understand it at all.