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

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Scene 49

I entered Jayshree's house and My mom was approaching me, her concern palpable.

She then led me by the hand back into the living room where Jayashree Aunty and Mansi Aunty were waiting.

Mansi Aunty was still sitting on the sofa, her hand lightly pressed to her chest, where her tight red blouse struggled to contain the immense pressure of the milk.

My Mom: "Is it paining? Mansi, I am so concerned about you. Sunny is right here."

My mother asked, her voice filled with genuine maternal care.
My mom watched as Mansi smiled looking at me.

Mansi Aunty didn't answer my mother directly. She simply reached out and pulled me onto her lap. She gently pushed aside the tight red fabric of her blouse and her undergarment. Her large, full breast was instantly exposed, glistening with moisture.

Mansi kissed me first, as she was very relieved. Mansi Aunty lowered her head and pressed her lips to mine, a soft, grateful kiss that was a private thank you for my presence.

She then pulled my head to her breast, guiding my mouth to her nipple. I latched on, initiating a deep, firm suckle. The sudden, intense demand was met by a torrent of warm, rich milk.

Mansi Aunty let out a long, shuddering moan of profound relief. My mother was watching this entire uninhibited exchange from the side.
I was looking at her blouse and my mom was also looking at it. Even though I was latched onto the exposed breast, my eyes briefly scanned the sofa back, where the loose red blouse lay, and then flicked to my mother. Rina’s gaze was fixed on the sight of Mansi Aunty's chest, the immense fullness, the urgent flow, and the profound, immediate relief it provided.

Mansi: "Rina, watch this. This is the cure for the weight I carry. This is the honesty I was talking about."

Mansi Aunty confessed, her voice thick with emotion, giving my mother the explicit validation of the secret she was witnessing. Rina's face, witnessing the raw physical reality of the secret, reflected a dawning comprehension of the depths of their shared need.