20-10-2025, 02:42 PM
Auntie's Touch
Scene 17
I kept suckling, the sweet, warm milk a strange comfort amidst the growing tension in the room. I could feel Jayashree Auntie’s hand resting lightly on my head, her fingers stroking my hair, but her attention was entirely on my mom. The conversation between them had changed; it felt like a secret language, one I couldn’t follow.
Mom: "It really is a perfect shape,"
My mom said, her voice dropping lower, almost a murmur. She shifted on the sofa, leaning forward slightly. "And so full. Mine… mine haven't been this full since I stopped feeding Sunny."
Jayashree: "Rina, your body is beautiful,"
Jayashree replied, her tone soothing. She looked at my mom with a serious, gentle look. "But I understand. Sometimes we miss that feeling. It's natural."
My mom didn't say anything for a moment. She just kept looking. Then, slowly, she reached out a hand. Her eyes darted to mine, and I stopped sucking, looking up at her face. I saw confusion and a kind of longing there. She looked back at Jayashree.
Mom: "May I?"
The question hung in the air. Jayashree Auntie didn't answer with words. She just smiled a small, soft smile and nodded slowly.
My mom's hand moved, hesitant at first, then with more confidence. She reached out and touched Jayashree’s bare breast, the one I wasn't drinking from. Her fingers barely brushed the skin, tracing the fullness of the curve, then the dark circle of the nipple. A low, shaky sigh escaped her lips.
Mom: "It’s so warm."
Jayashree: "It is,"
Jayashree whispered. She kept looking into my mom's eyes, her own eyes dark and steady.
Then, my mom did the unthinkable. She moved her hand down Jayashree’s exposed chest, across the softness of her belly, and her hand disappeared beneath the edge of Jayashree’s simple house gown. My eyes widened, and I held my breath, the nipple still in my mouth, forgotten. I looked at my mom, then at Jayashree Auntie. Neither of them seemed to notice me anymore. They were completely absorbed in each other.
Mom: "I'm so lonely, Jayashree,"
My mom's voice was barely audible. It was full of sadness and a kind of yearning that twisted in my stomach.
Jayashree: "I know, Rina,"
Jayashree said, her voice gentle, "I know you are."
Her hand moved from my head to the back of my mom's neck, gently pulling her closer. My mom leaned forward, her face just inches from Jayashree’s. Then, their lips met. It was a soft, slow kiss, right there in front of me, with me sitting on Jayashree’s lap, my mouth still holding her nipple.
My mind completely short-circuited. I was seeing things that defied the known rules of my world. My secret world with Auntie Jayashree was suddenly crashing into my normal world with my mom. This new scene, the women kissing, the soft touches, felt like a much bigger secret, one I was only accidentally witnessing. I pulled away from the breast, swallowing hard, trying to process the confusing, overwhelming intensity of the moment.
Scene 17
I kept suckling, the sweet, warm milk a strange comfort amidst the growing tension in the room. I could feel Jayashree Auntie’s hand resting lightly on my head, her fingers stroking my hair, but her attention was entirely on my mom. The conversation between them had changed; it felt like a secret language, one I couldn’t follow.
Mom: "It really is a perfect shape,"
My mom said, her voice dropping lower, almost a murmur. She shifted on the sofa, leaning forward slightly. "And so full. Mine… mine haven't been this full since I stopped feeding Sunny."
Jayashree: "Rina, your body is beautiful,"
Jayashree replied, her tone soothing. She looked at my mom with a serious, gentle look. "But I understand. Sometimes we miss that feeling. It's natural."
My mom didn't say anything for a moment. She just kept looking. Then, slowly, she reached out a hand. Her eyes darted to mine, and I stopped sucking, looking up at her face. I saw confusion and a kind of longing there. She looked back at Jayashree.
Mom: "May I?"
The question hung in the air. Jayashree Auntie didn't answer with words. She just smiled a small, soft smile and nodded slowly.
My mom's hand moved, hesitant at first, then with more confidence. She reached out and touched Jayashree’s bare breast, the one I wasn't drinking from. Her fingers barely brushed the skin, tracing the fullness of the curve, then the dark circle of the nipple. A low, shaky sigh escaped her lips.
Mom: "It’s so warm."
Jayashree: "It is,"
Jayashree whispered. She kept looking into my mom's eyes, her own eyes dark and steady.
Then, my mom did the unthinkable. She moved her hand down Jayashree’s exposed chest, across the softness of her belly, and her hand disappeared beneath the edge of Jayashree’s simple house gown. My eyes widened, and I held my breath, the nipple still in my mouth, forgotten. I looked at my mom, then at Jayashree Auntie. Neither of them seemed to notice me anymore. They were completely absorbed in each other.
Mom: "I'm so lonely, Jayashree,"
My mom's voice was barely audible. It was full of sadness and a kind of yearning that twisted in my stomach.
Jayashree: "I know, Rina,"
Jayashree said, her voice gentle, "I know you are."
Her hand moved from my head to the back of my mom's neck, gently pulling her closer. My mom leaned forward, her face just inches from Jayashree’s. Then, their lips met. It was a soft, slow kiss, right there in front of me, with me sitting on Jayashree’s lap, my mouth still holding her nipple.
My mind completely short-circuited. I was seeing things that defied the known rules of my world. My secret world with Auntie Jayashree was suddenly crashing into my normal world with my mom. This new scene, the women kissing, the soft touches, felt like a much bigger secret, one I was only accidentally witnessing. I pulled away from the breast, swallowing hard, trying to process the confusing, overwhelming intensity of the moment.
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