Me - Sunny, My Lactating Aunt and My Bisexual Mother - Read at your own Risk !

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Scene 31

Mansi looked at me, her eyes steady, waiting for my answer. The anticipation was almost a physical thing.

Mansi: "So, we are going to take this a little further. So, when you saw me what was the first thing you noticed about me?"

The question was direct, recalling the immediate, honest focus of my gaze when I first entered the room. I felt my cheeks grow warm, but the trust I'd just voiced, coupled with the freedom Jayashree Auntie had given me in our previous lessons, made me answer without hesitation.

Sunny: "Your... your breasts,"
I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "They are very big. Bigger than Auntie Jayashree's."

Mansi smiled, a slow, beautiful expression of approval. She reached up and cupped one of her large breasts over the yellow fabric of her kameez.

Mansi: "Good. You are honest. That is a wonderful start to a special lesson."
She released my hand and reached behind her neck. I heard the soft sound of a hook being undone. She then pulled the fabric of her kameez up and over her head, tossing it onto a nearby chair. She wore a simple white bra underneath. It was strained against the sheer size and fullness of her breasts, pushing them up and spilling them out slightly over the top of the fabric.

Mansi: "They are big,"
She agreed, looking down at her chest with a casual pride. "I am a woman with a lot to offer. They hold a lot of milk, too. And they are very, very sensitive."

She reached behind her back again and unhooked the bra. With a sigh of relief, she let the fabric drop, and her enormous, heavy breasts spilled free. They hung down slightly, their size truly massive, dominating the small room. The nipples were large and dark, standing up stiffly.

Mansi: "Do you want to feel them, Sunny? To see if they feel as big as they look?"

Her eyes were twinkling with the same mischievous, knowing invitation that Jayashree Auntie often wore. I didn't need a second invitation. I reached out both hands, my fingers trembling slightly as they touched the warm, yielding flesh. The weight of them in my small hands was astonishing. This was a new, incredible texture to add to the growing list of my secret knowledge.