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

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Scene 50

My mom was watching, she replayed in her mind how Mansi was looking. My mother's gaze was fixed, tracing the lines of Mansi Aunty's face, the profound relief, the closed eyes, the faint moan that escaped her lips. 

Jayashree was directly looking at Mom, seeing her face. Jayashree Aunty, seated nearby, maintained a steady, serene gaze on my mother's face, quietly monitoring.

Mansi: "Feel the difference, Rina. When the shame is gone, the body gives all of its comfort, unreservedly. This openness... this is the truth of my love for you."

My mother's eyes dropped from Mansi Aunty's face to the exposed skin of her chest, then back up. Her reserve was completely gone, replaced by a consuming curiosity.

My Mom: "It's so... full. I didn't know a woman could be so... generous with her touch, Mansi."

Jayashree: "The comfort is always available, Rina. You just have to be honest enough to ask for it. And Mansi is here to give you all the honesty you need."

Jayashree Aunty affirmed, providing the final permission for my mother to transition from observer to participant. Mansi Aunty smiled, her eyes filled with sensual expectation.

My Mom: "Oh Mansi..."

My mother whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes fixed on Mansi Aunty's exposed breast. She reached out, her hand tentative at first, then firm, and touched Mansi Aunty's skin.

My Mom: "I... I feel so much desire, Mansi. I want the comfort, too. The loneliness has been so heavy."

Mansi Aunty smiled, a beautiful, triumphant expression. She gently pulled my head from her breast, kissing my forehead softly.

Mansi: "Sunny, your mother is ready to join our secret. You watch and feel the love expand."

Mansi Aunty instructed, then turned her full attention to my mother. She pulled Rina closer, unfastening the top of my mother's saree and blouse.

Mansi: "Rina, you don't need to hide your desire. You are beautiful, and you deserve this. You deserve to be seen and comforted."

Mansi Aunty murmured, pushing the cloth aside. She lowered her head and pressed her lips to my mother's exposed skin, kissing her deeply, validating the hunger my mother had confessed.

My Mom: "Oh, Mansi!"
My mother gasped, her arms immediately wrapping around Mansi Aunty's waist.

Mansi Aunty then guided my mother's head to her breast, positioning Rina's mouth where mine had just been.

Mansi: "Take it, Rina. Take the truth of your worth. You are loved, and you are worthy of all the comfort Auntie Mansi has."

My mother latched on, the sound of her eager suckling filling the room. The isolation was over.