21-10-2025, 12:14 AM
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The speed and intensity of her mouth were overwhelming. My entire body tensed, the pressure I had been fighting to control erupting into a fierce, blinding sensation. Her command for control was instantly erased by the power of the pleasure.
Sunny: "Auntie, I'm... I'm going!"
The words were a desperate plea. I felt the familiar, deep contractions in my belly, and a massive wave of hot, thick liquid pulsed out of me and into her mouth. I cried out, my small hands gripping the edge of the bucket for stability as my knees shook violently.
The intense, shuddering release lasted only a few seconds, but it left me completely breathless and weak. I leaned my forehead against the cool, wet tiles of the bathroom wall. My body, exhausted and spent, finally felt clean, all the lingering tension washed away by the water and the powerful climax.
She pulled back slowly. Her lips were wet, and she used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth once, her eyes dark and full of a deep, knowing satisfaction.
Jayashree: "See, beta?"
She said, her voice husky. "A good bath always ends in a thorough cleaning. Now you are truly clean and feeling better."
She stood up and reached for the clean towel my mom had left. She gently wrapped it around my shoulders, rubbing my hair briskly to dry it.
Jayashree: "Now we must get you dressed and back to your mother before she wonders why her little boy is taking so long to bathe."
She gave me a gentle push towards the door. The simple, non-sexual finality of the bath ritual was somehow more comforting than anything else. It returned me immediately to the safe, everyday world, erasing the intense secret that had just happened.
I pulled on my underwear and shorts, the clean, dry cotton a welcome contrast to the wet heat of the room. Jayashree Auntie straightened her own saree, which was only slightly damp from the water splashes, and opened the bathroom door.
The noises of the house rushed back in. My cousins were shouting somewhere in the yard. My mom was still visible in the living room, folding clothes.
Mom: "All done, Sunny?"
My mom called out, glancing up.
Sunny: "Yes, Mom!"
Jayashree: "He is perfectly clean, Rina,"
Jayashree called out with a cheerful, loud voice, the perfect sound of a normal, helpful neighbor. "All the oil is out."
She patted my arm and gave me a smile that was bright and innocent to the outside world, but held a deep, secret promise just for me. The weight of our shared secret was heavier than ever, but so was the joy of our private world. I was her secret, and she was mine.
The speed and intensity of her mouth were overwhelming. My entire body tensed, the pressure I had been fighting to control erupting into a fierce, blinding sensation. Her command for control was instantly erased by the power of the pleasure.
Sunny: "Auntie, I'm... I'm going!"
The words were a desperate plea. I felt the familiar, deep contractions in my belly, and a massive wave of hot, thick liquid pulsed out of me and into her mouth. I cried out, my small hands gripping the edge of the bucket for stability as my knees shook violently.
The intense, shuddering release lasted only a few seconds, but it left me completely breathless and weak. I leaned my forehead against the cool, wet tiles of the bathroom wall. My body, exhausted and spent, finally felt clean, all the lingering tension washed away by the water and the powerful climax.
She pulled back slowly. Her lips were wet, and she used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth once, her eyes dark and full of a deep, knowing satisfaction.
Jayashree: "See, beta?"
She said, her voice husky. "A good bath always ends in a thorough cleaning. Now you are truly clean and feeling better."
She stood up and reached for the clean towel my mom had left. She gently wrapped it around my shoulders, rubbing my hair briskly to dry it.
Jayashree: "Now we must get you dressed and back to your mother before she wonders why her little boy is taking so long to bathe."
She gave me a gentle push towards the door. The simple, non-sexual finality of the bath ritual was somehow more comforting than anything else. It returned me immediately to the safe, everyday world, erasing the intense secret that had just happened.
I pulled on my underwear and shorts, the clean, dry cotton a welcome contrast to the wet heat of the room. Jayashree Auntie straightened her own saree, which was only slightly damp from the water splashes, and opened the bathroom door.
The noises of the house rushed back in. My cousins were shouting somewhere in the yard. My mom was still visible in the living room, folding clothes.
Mom: "All done, Sunny?"
My mom called out, glancing up.
Sunny: "Yes, Mom!"
Jayashree: "He is perfectly clean, Rina,"
Jayashree called out with a cheerful, loud voice, the perfect sound of a normal, helpful neighbor. "All the oil is out."
She patted my arm and gave me a smile that was bright and innocent to the outside world, but held a deep, secret promise just for me. The weight of our shared secret was heavier than ever, but so was the joy of our private world. I was her secret, and she was mine.
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