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

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Scene 59

I was sitting outside hearing loud noises from inside the room.

Jayashree Aunty and I were sitting on the sofa. Jayashree Aunty sat beside me, her expression calm and serene. She was deliberately creating a zone of quiet normalcy outside the intense secrecy.

Jayashree Aunty told me something I don't remember exactly, but she leaned in and spoke softly, her voice low and instructional, talking about the "patience" required in great endeavours or the "beauty of quiet spaces," ensuring my focus remained on the external calm.

But after a while, my mom came out happy and smiling, holding hands with Mansi Aunty. The bedroom door opened slowly. My mother and Mansi Aunty emerged, their faces flushed and radiant, their eyes shining with a profound sense of peace and satisfaction. They walked hand-in-hand, their physical connection completely uninhibited and open.

Mansi Aunty wore a look of triumphant serenity, and my mother's smile was genuine and unburdened—the lonely look she had carried before her walk was completely gone. The intense intimacy had successfully healed the emotional distance, cementing the shared comfort as the new, absolute truth of their friendship.