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

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Scene 56

I was in the small, enclosed bathroom with Jayashree Aunty, held tight against her bare body. The sensual suckling had transitioned immediately into the initiation of uninhibited, direct care.

Jayashree Aunty was the first to speak, her voice thick with emotion as I continued to latched onto her.

"Sunny, I love you a lot, you are my superhero," Jayashree Aunty confessed, her voice saturated with a deep, maternal affection and gratitude. She was calling me her "superhero" because she saw me as the one who freed her from the loneliness and the need to hide her desires.

She pulled my head closer to her breast, intensifying the suckle. Her hands moved down, quickly unzipping my shorts and freeing my erection. Her touch was firm and possessive, beginning a slow, deliberate stroke.

"My hero needs to be loved. You gave Auntie the courage to be completely honest, and Auntie will give you the deepest comfort she has," she murmured, her hips shifting slightly, allowing me to press my body fully against hers. The sensation was immediate and profound: the warm, familiar flow of milk in my mouth and the insistent pressure of her hand on my body. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pushing me instantly toward the edge of my control.

"You empty yourself completely into Auntie, my darling. You leave all your worries here. This is the gift for being my hero," Jayashree Aunty commanded, her voice thick with passion, completely surrendering to the intimate, necessary ritual.

As I released into her grasp, the warmth spreading between us, I felt the ultimate release of all tension, my body trembling in her embrace while she held me steady, whispering encouragements that blended love and lust into one unbreakable thread. The milk continued to flow, a sweet counterpoint to the raw intensity below, binding us in a cycle of giving and receiving that erased every boundary, leaving only pure, shared fulfilment in the quiet confines of the bathroom.

I was entirely consumed by Jayashree Aunty's fierce, protective affection inside the small bathroom.

"I love your milk," I said, the words muffled against her skin, affirming the specific, intimate nature of the comfort she provided.

"You take all you want, empty me. Both of them are yours," Jayashree Aunty commanded, her voice thick with passionate surrender. She pulled my head from one breast and guided it to the other, ensuring I received the full measure of her comfort. Her hands worked my body relentlessly, driving the pleasure higher.

I took all of her love. Her body, soft and warm, pressed against mine. She was showering me with such warmth and devotion. The flow of her milk and the powerful movement of her hand were an overwhelming expression of unconditional care. The intensity was profound.

She wanted to kiss me and more, She let go of my body and immediately lowered her head. I was open now and free in front of her. She first kissed me and then took it in her mouth. Her mouth closed around my erection, accepting the deepest intimacy without hesitation. The sudden, hot suction was a stunning jolt of pleasure, driving me instantly past the edge of my control.

My body convulsed in a violent, shaking release. I cried out against the tile wall, emptying myself completely.

Later she even kissed me everywhere. After my climax subsided, she lifted her head. She gently used a small cloth to clean my body, then she kissed my chest, my stomach, and my inner thigh, making the act of cleansing a continuous, profound expression of acceptance.

Today was different. The session was not just about physical release; it was about the complete, uninhibited reversal of roles, where she accepted her hero's surrender with total, reverent devotion. We were both left breathless and utterly confirmed in the power of our secret bond.