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

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Scene 47

Next day. Jayashree sent a message to Rina to come over to her house. The call was simple and direct, demanding my mother's presence.
My mother walked into Jayashree Aunty's living room. I heard her voice first.

My Mom: "Jayashree? I got your message. What's the emergency about?"

Jayashree Aunty greeted her calmly, immediately setting the stage.

Jayashree: "No emergency, Rina. Mansi has a problem that needs women's attention."

My mom saw Mansi Aunty, who was sitting on the sofa, her posture visibly stiff, a hand pressed subtly against her chest.
Mansi Aunty was wearing a tight, red blouse, emphasizing the pressure she claimed to be feeling.

Mansi: "Rina, thank goodness you're here. My breasts are aching, they feel so heavy. It's the milk; it's too much." She extended her hand toward my mother.

Mansi: "Could you just put your hand here, Rina? Just feel the weight for a moment. I need someone else to feel the pressure I'm carrying."
My mother looked hesitant, her face showing concern. She looked at Jayashree Aunty, who gave her a calm, reassuring nod.

My Mom: "Oh, Mansi. Of course."
My mother walked over, sat beside Mansi, Mansi pulled away her Saree's pallu. Mansi Aunty moved the loose fabric of her saree, providing access.
My Mom's hand — as soon as they went over her blouse, she was not wearing a bra, fabric of the blouse was so tight. Her big dark nipples were half visible under the red blouse she was wearing. Rina's hand, initially tentative, went directly to Mansi Aunty's chest. She felt the immense, warm weight of the milk beneath the fabric of her blouse.

Rina's eyes widened slightly in surprise at the sheer size and fullness. The physical reality of Mansi's abundance was making the intimate secret palpable.

Mansi: "See, Rina? It's intense. I need relief right now, and only the source of need can help."