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

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Scene 58


As expected, Mansi's desires were growing and she was leaking a lot. Mansi Aunty, having just let my mother’s suckle, had shed her remaining clothes. She stood naked, her immense breasts, the source of my comfort, were full and heavy, moving gently as she shifted her weight. The flow of her milk was immediate and steady, wetting her body and the sheets.

My mother was completely mesmerized. This was the main attraction for her, her physical beauty and the warmth Mansi was providing to my mom. Mom's initial reserve had vanished, replaced by an open, consuming fascination with Mansi Aunty's abundance. Mansi Aunty was the physical manifestation of the freedom and passion my mother craved.

My mom wanted them both in her mouth. Mom moved closer to Mansi Aunty, her gaze fixed on the overflowing milk. She was driven by an uninhibited desire to fully embrace the source of comfort. Mom had now pressed further her lips to Mansi Aunty's chest, licking the sweet, warm milk that flowed spontaneously.

Mansi Aunty let out a deep, shuddering sigh of profound pleasure. Mansi wanted the same; it was the common intimacy for them, a very rare phenomenon. What Mansi was giving was exactly what My Mom wanted. Mansi Aunty desired to be fully seen and received, and Mom's eager, uninhibited acceptance provided the ultimate validation.

Mansi Aunty gently took Mom's face in her hands and pulled her closer.

"Rina, you are the most honest woman I know. You deserve all of my love. You take everything I have to give," Mansi Aunty confessed, guiding my mother's mouth directly to her nipple. Mom again latched on, the sound of her eager suckling filling the room, affirming the complete, uninhibited sharing of comfort and passion between the two friends.

My mother, was fixed to Mansi Aunty's chest, drawing deep, urgent gulps of warm, sweet milk. Mansi Aunty arched her back, letting out a low, guttural moan of pure relief, her hands burying themselves in Mom's hair.

"Yes, Rina! You take it all! You empty me until I am light! This is the love you deserve!" Mansi Aunty cried out.

Mom pulled back, her lips wet, her eyes blazing with a newfound hunger. She reached out and cupped Mansi Aunty's other breast, gently squeezing it, reveling in the abundant softness.

"It's so much, Mansi! I want to feel every part of your generosity! I want to drown in your comfort!" Mom exclaimed.

Mansi Aunty smiled, a look of profound satisfaction on her face. She reached down and slowly, deliberately, began to unfasten my mother's remaining clothes. My mother stood completely naked, her body trembling with a mixture of vulnerability and excitement.

"You are so beautiful, Rina. Every part of you is worthy of love. You have hidden this fire for too long," Mansi Aunty whispered, her voice thick with desire. She knelt before Mom, her eyes never leaving my mother's body. She gently ran her hands over Mom's thighs, tracing the curves with reverence.

"I... I feel so exposed, Mansi. But I trust you. Show me how to be truly open," Mom confessed, her voice barely a whisper.

Mansi Aunty stood, pulling Mom into a fierce, demanding hug. Their bare bodies pressed together, skin against skin, the warmth of Mansi's larger frame enveloping my mother. Mansi Aunty then gently guided Mom's hand to her own body, placing Mom's palm firmly against her inner thigh.

"Now, Rina, you show me your own hunger. You touch me with the honesty you learned. You show me the depths of your desire," Mansi Aunty commanded, her voice thick with expectation. Mom's hand, though hesitant at first, slowly began to explore.

"I... I feel so much, Mansi. This is... powerful," Mom murmured, her fingers gently stroking.

Mansi Aunty let out a deep, shuddering gasp as Mom's touch deepened. She guided Mom's mouth back to her breast, but this time, it was a mutual dance.

"We will give each other everything, Rina. You take my milk, and I will take your fire. We will drown in this comfort together!" Mansi Aunty commanded, and Mom latched on, her movements becoming more urgent and demanding. Simultaneously, Mansi Aunty's hands worked my mother's body, bringing her to a climax that was a profound, mutual surrender. The room filled with the sounds of their shared, uninhibited pleasure, confirming the complete, undeniable bond of their shared abundance. As their bodies intertwined in rhythmic harmony, the milk continued to flow freely, mingling with sweat and desire, erasing all remnants of past loneliness and forging a unbreakable union where every touch, every moan, echoed the truth of their liberated souls.