08-11-2025, 02:52 PM
Auntie's Touch
Scene 46
By the time I woke up, the evening had slipped into twilight.
Jayashree Aunty said My Mom had gone for a walk with Mansi Aunty.
Scene: Hillside Path, Just Beyond the Pine Trees
My Mom and Mansi walked side by side, slowly. Neither of them was talking much, but silence didn’t feel empty between them.
Mansi: “It’s so beautiful here.”
Rina: "Yea, I forget sometimes. It is so peaceful here."
Mansi: “You sound tired, Rina.”
Rina: “Maybe I am. But you seem to know my breath.”
Mansi smiled faintly.
Mansi: “You think I don’t get lonely? My husband’s been away six months. Some nights, I talk to the walls.”
Rina: “You don’t look like someone who gets lonely.”
Mansi: “We all wear masks.” She looked at Rina.
Rina stopped walking for a moment.
Rina: “Jayashree told you about me, didn’t she?”
Mansi: “Only that you’re trying to find yourself again.”
There was a pause. Rina’s hair moved in the breeze in front of her face.
Mansi reached out instinctively, brushed it back, a small, natural gesture, but one that made the air pause.
Rina (softly): “Thank you.”
They kept walking, side by side again.
Mansi then adjusted her pallu, My mom was looking at her chest. It was full, tight and her breasts were oozing with milk, it was a mesmerising sight. Mansi Aunty wore no bra beneath the fabric, and the motion of the breasts against the fabric made the soft, heavy curve of her bust stand out. Rina's gaze lingered, acknowledging the physical truth of Mansi’s feminine strength.
Mansi slowly reached out and held Rina's hand softly and then tightly. Mansi’s touch was a silent question, an invitation to step past the loneliness.
Rina: “Maybe this is what I’m scared of, being honest about what I really feel about you.”
Mansi: “Then start small. Start with this moment.”
Rina looked at her, really looked. There was something in her eyes: a mix of curiosity and calm.
Rina: “This moment feels… lighter.”
Mansi: “That’s what shared comfort means, Rina. Sometimes two people carry the same weight for a while until one can breathe again.”
Rina smiled faintly.
Rina moved closer to Mansi and kissed Mansi on her lips as Mansi held her hand tightly. Rina closed the final distance between them, pressing her mouth firmly against Mansi’s. The kiss was deep and unreserved, fueled by the honesty Mansi had demanded. Mansi sighed into the kiss, her fingers immediately tightening around Rina's hand, pulling her body flush against her own. Rina's chest pressed against Mansi's soft, full bust, the physical connection sealing the pact of shared honesty and comfort.
When My Mom came back, she looked… different. Not happy exactly, but quiet in a new way, like she’d remembered how to feel the air again.
Jayashree didn’t ask what they talked about. She just smiled knowingly and handed My Mom another cup of tea.
And that night, for the first time, Mama moaned under the blanket while sleeping next to me at Dadi's house.
The quiet moan was a sound of profound, unburdened peace.
Scene 46
By the time I woke up, the evening had slipped into twilight.
Jayashree Aunty said My Mom had gone for a walk with Mansi Aunty.
Scene: Hillside Path, Just Beyond the Pine Trees
My Mom and Mansi walked side by side, slowly. Neither of them was talking much, but silence didn’t feel empty between them.
Mansi: “It’s so beautiful here.”
Rina: "Yea, I forget sometimes. It is so peaceful here."
Mansi: “You sound tired, Rina.”
Rina: “Maybe I am. But you seem to know my breath.”
Mansi smiled faintly.
Mansi: “You think I don’t get lonely? My husband’s been away six months. Some nights, I talk to the walls.”
Rina: “You don’t look like someone who gets lonely.”
Mansi: “We all wear masks.” She looked at Rina.
Rina stopped walking for a moment.
Rina: “Jayashree told you about me, didn’t she?”
Mansi: “Only that you’re trying to find yourself again.”
There was a pause. Rina’s hair moved in the breeze in front of her face.
Mansi reached out instinctively, brushed it back, a small, natural gesture, but one that made the air pause.
Rina (softly): “Thank you.”
They kept walking, side by side again.
Mansi then adjusted her pallu, My mom was looking at her chest. It was full, tight and her breasts were oozing with milk, it was a mesmerising sight. Mansi Aunty wore no bra beneath the fabric, and the motion of the breasts against the fabric made the soft, heavy curve of her bust stand out. Rina's gaze lingered, acknowledging the physical truth of Mansi’s feminine strength.
Mansi slowly reached out and held Rina's hand softly and then tightly. Mansi’s touch was a silent question, an invitation to step past the loneliness.
Rina: “Maybe this is what I’m scared of, being honest about what I really feel about you.”
Mansi: “Then start small. Start with this moment.”
Rina looked at her, really looked. There was something in her eyes: a mix of curiosity and calm.
Rina: “This moment feels… lighter.”
Mansi: “That’s what shared comfort means, Rina. Sometimes two people carry the same weight for a while until one can breathe again.”
Rina smiled faintly.
Rina moved closer to Mansi and kissed Mansi on her lips as Mansi held her hand tightly. Rina closed the final distance between them, pressing her mouth firmly against Mansi’s. The kiss was deep and unreserved, fueled by the honesty Mansi had demanded. Mansi sighed into the kiss, her fingers immediately tightening around Rina's hand, pulling her body flush against her own. Rina's chest pressed against Mansi's soft, full bust, the physical connection sealing the pact of shared honesty and comfort.
When My Mom came back, she looked… different. Not happy exactly, but quiet in a new way, like she’d remembered how to feel the air again.
Jayashree didn’t ask what they talked about. She just smiled knowingly and handed My Mom another cup of tea.
And that night, for the first time, Mama moaned under the blanket while sleeping next to me at Dadi's house.
The quiet moan was a sound of profound, unburdened peace.
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