Adultery Sexy lactating mom affair with a powerful man!!!

[theHero]

This is a translated version of my original story in hindi

Part 1 english
 

My mom—29 years old, her name is Ananya Mehra. God, she's so fucking hot and beautiful, with that porcelain-fair skin that glows like fresh cream, making her look eternally young and irresistible. Her figure? A sinful 36-30-36—those massive, jiggling tits straining against every blouse, a tiny waist that flares into wide, swaying hips begging to be grabbed, and an ass so plump and round it sways hypnotically with every step. She's a full-time housewife, devoted to her family, but damn, the way she moves around the house in her sarees, it's like she's teasing without even trying.
 
Mom got married at just 18, and I—Sonu Mehra—popped out a year after their wedding, making her a teen mom who somehow blossomed into this voluptuous goddess.
 
Dad—Anand Mehra—works out of town most of the time, hustling hard to keep us comfortable. He married Mom in his early 20s, and now in his mid-30s, he's got this soft-hearted vibe, always gentle and loving, the kind of guy who spoils Mom rotten when he's home.
 
As for me, I'm still in college, and Mom adores me like crazy, treating me like her innocent little baby boy because I'm her firstborn—her precious little prince who can do no wrong. She babies me endlessly, letting me cling to her soft, warm body like it's my personal playground.
 
Thanks to all the naughty antics I pick up at college, I've turned into a total mischief-maker, always up to some playful trouble. And Mom? She loves it—95% of the time, she doesn't mind my cheeky pranks one bit. Why? Because she's mostly alone at home, just her and me, and honestly, I'm always glued to her side, nuzzling into her curves like I own them.
 
A year ago, she had my baby brother Ishaan, and fuck, that pregnancy did wonders for her body—pumping her figure up from a teasing 34-30-34 to those mouthwatering 36-30-36 measurements. Her tits? Oh man, they're so incredibly soft and perfectly triangle-shaped, heavy udders overflowing with milk that leaks in creamy rivers at the slightest touch, begging to be sucked dry.


 
And those pinkish-brown nipples of hers? Stretched long and thick from all the eager sucking—first from me as a baby, now from Ishaan—they're like ripe, swollen berries, always perky and ready, dripping with sweet nectar that makes your mouth water just thinking about it.
 
One more juicy detail: Whenever Dad comes home after days away, he's all over Mom like a starving man, clinging to her lush body with desperate hunger. Mom loves him fiercely too, her shy smiles turning sultry as she melts into his arms. And get this—they fuck right there in the bedroom, with me and little bro watching like it's family movie night. Dad pounds her two or three times a day, turning our cozy space into a den of raw, sweaty passion.
 
Mom blushes hard every time, her fair cheeks flushing crimson with that innocent shame, but she lets it slide because she sees me as her harmless little boy, too naive to understand the filthy ecstasy unfolding. Dad always unzips his pants or tugs his lowers down just enough to free his throbbing cock, thick and veined, then hikes up Mom's saree, slamming into her slick, welcoming pussy in that classic missionary position—her legs spread wide, heels digging into his back as he thrusts deep, grunting like an animal claiming his mate. He yanks her blouse up too, freeing those massive, milk-laden tits to bounce wildly with every brutal pump, nipples spraying tiny jets of warm milk across the sheets. He knows I have a thing for staring at Mom's bare boobs—it's my guilty little habit—and he doesn't mind, letting them swing free like forbidden fruit while he rails her harder, her moans turning from soft whimpers to throaty cries of "Oh Anand... yes, deeper!"
 
I stopped nursing from Mom's tits about two years ago, but with Ishaan here now, they're even fuller, constantly leaking that sweet, creamy goodness, making her blouses cling transparently to those swollen peaks.
 
I love Mom and Dad to bits too. When I'd lie there beside them during their steamy sessions, I'd innocently ask, "Daddy, what are you doing?" And he'd grin through his sweat, buried balls-deep in Mom's quivering cunt, and say, "Just loving your mommy, beta—making her feel so good." Mom would bite her lip, her body arching in bliss, but she'd flash me that shy smile, pretending it was all normal.
 
After Dad finishes flooding her pussy with his hot load, Mom would tuck her glistening tits back into her blouse, smooth her disheveled saree over her cum-soaked thighs, and act like nothing happened—flashing that coy, satisfied grin as if she hadn't just been fucked senseless.
 
These days, with Dad away so much, I sleep alone with Mom every night—she can't stand the emptiness of the bed without someone pressed against her soft, yielding flesh.
 
Now, let's dive into the story...
 
We'd just shifted to our new house the day before. Our old place was a smog-choked hellhole—pollution so thick you could choke on it every breath, dust caking Mom's creamy skin like filthy makeup, and poor Ishaan hacking with coughs non-stop. This new home? A massive upgrade—sprawling, modern, in a pristine colony with that sleek city buzz, everything neatly organized like a wet dream. Right next door was a top-tier English-medium college, and Mom had already enrolled me. The fresh air, lush green grounds, and fancy facilities hooked me instantly—I was in love from the first glimpse.
 
The day after we settled in, Dad jetted off for work. Before leaving, he fussed over every detail: stocking the fridge with goodies, arranging the bedroom almirah just so, even showing Mom the nearby market and park. Standing close, he murmured, "Ananya, this new place is perfect for you—now you can handle everything with ease, my love." Then he pulled her into a tight hug from behind, his hands roaming possessively over her bare midriff, squeezing that soft, fair waist and tracing her killer curves, feeling her body heat up under his touch. Mom squirmed a little, her family-shy embarrassment making her cheeks bloom pink, but she placed her hands over his, whispering, "Anand ji, you're so sweet... but come back soon, how will I manage alone?" With his tender heart melting, he kissed her glowing cheek and soothed, "My darling, it'll all settle in a few days. I'll call every day—you're so strong, for me and the kids." He scooped up Ishaan for a loving cheek smooch, then hugged me tight: "Sonu beta, take care of Mummy—Daddy will be back before you know it." With that, he hopped into the taxi and vanished. Mom lingered at the gate, eyes misty with that familiar ache, but she shook it off quick—hiding her loneliness behind a brave smile, like she'd mastered the art.
 
Once Dad was gone, Mom dove into making the house our own. I stuck to her like glue all day, burying my face in her saree pallu—savoring the sinful press of her lush curves against me, that intoxicating warmth of her fair skin seeping through the fabric, just like always. She gazed at me with pure maternal love in her eyes, tinged with a hint of sadness she tried to bury. "Beta, let's play around the house today... college starts tomorrow," she cooed, hoisting me into her lap, my head nestling right against her pillowy soft boobs, that faint, milky scent wafting up like a forbidden aphrodisiac. I beamed, "Yeah Mummy, you're my best friend ever!"
 
After feeding me lunch that afternoon, Mom retreated to the bedroom to nurse Ishaan. I perched beside her, mesmerized—Ishaan latched on greedily, slurping at her nipple with loud, rhythmic smacks that echoed like a creamy downpour through the room. Mom's porcelain skin shimmered under the light, her tits bloated and velvety, those elongated nipples stretching even longer from the vigorous sucking, milk dribbling in pearly trails down her cleavage. Once Ishaan was full and sated, she gently laid him in his bedside cradle, adjusting her blouse with a soft, embarrassed chuckle—like even in our private family bubble, she couldn't help blushing at the raw intimacy.
 
Then she beckoned me close, wrapping me in her arms for some well-earned rest after all the chores. My face smooshed deep into the plush valley of her boobs, I could hear her heartbeat thumping like a seductive drum, her radiating warmth and that subtle milky perfume soothing my soul—truly my safest, most erotic haven. She stroked my hair tenderly, "Sonu, you're my very first baby... you'll always feel like my tiny one to me." I snuggled deeper into her yielding flesh, murmuring, "Mummy, your fair skin is so incredibly soft... missing Daddy?" She paused, a flicker of longing crossing her face, then smiled gently, "Yes beta, but he'll be back soon. Come on, let's head to the park this evening."
 
That evening, we strolled into the park—our second day in this new city, and Mom had slipped into a killer saree that hugged her like a lover's caress.

Her midriff was deliciously bare, that creamy skin glowing golden in the sunset, drawing eyes like moths to flame. We wandered the paths, me whooshing on the swings while Mom cradled Ishaan, watching with a soft smile. Other folks milled about, but we were in our own world—no familiar faces, just us. Mom looked a tad wistful, but spotting my joy lit her up with a grin. After an hour, we exited, her holding Ishaan while gripping my hand, her touch electric.
 
Outside the park, Mom splurged on two ice creams—one for me, one for her. I lit up like fireworks, "Mummy, the chocolate one's the best!" She laughed, that melodic sound sending tingles down my spine, "Of course beta, I got it just for you." We licked our treats all the way home, the sticky sweetness mirroring the playful drip of anticipation in the air.
 
After dinner that night, Mom tucked Ishaan in, then called me to bed. She stood at the dressing table, changing out of her saree—first dbanging the pallu aside, then unwrapping the fabric in slow, teasing folds, leaving her in just petticoat and blouse, her hourglass figure on full, obscene display: that bare, glowing waist curving into hips made for gripping. I watched, heart pounding with thrilled silence, my young eyes devouring every inch.
 
Before unbuttoning her blouse, she caught my gaze in the mirror for two heart-stopping seconds, flashing a shy little smile as if to say, "Beta, close your eyes now... Mummy's coming to bed soon." But then she started—slowly, deliberately popping each button, revealing more and more of her flawless fair skin, her cleavage deepening into a shadowy, inviting abyss that made my breath hitch. The blouse slipped off her shoulders and pooled at her feet.
 
There she stood, gloriously topless from the waist up—her perfect tits gleaming like forbidden treasures: so soft and triangular, heavy with milk, swaying gently with her breaths, those long pinkish-brown nipples jutting out erect and begging for attention. Faint blue veins traced her creamy swells, pulsing with the creamy load inside. For a full 10-15 seconds, she lingered like that, topless and vulnerable, admiring herself in the mirror with a flush of embarrassed pride—thinking, *Sonu's watching... but he's just my innocent little boy, too pure for this.* Then, with a soft sigh, she slipped into her nighty, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide her deep cleavage or the way her tits poked insistently against it, nipples tenting the material like naughty secrets.
 
She glided over, settling on the bed beside me and Ishaan. Scooping him into her lap, she tugged down the neckline of her nighty, freeing one massive boob—the soft, milky flesh spilling out, nipple glistening with a fat bead of cream. She guided it to his eager mouth, cooing, "Here you go, beta... drink up Mummy's milk, it's all for you." Ishaan attacked it hungrily, sucking with fervent slurps that filled the room—chup-chup—like a torrent of liquid sin, Mom's breaths quickening, her fair skin blooming pink with maternal arousal.
 
Mom and I always play Ludo before bed, and tonight was no different. She fiddled with the phone app to start the game, that one exposed tit still dangling free, Ishaan nursing away like it was his lifeline. "Beta, who'll win tonight—you or Mummy?" she teased with a playful wink, her smile dripping seduction. I giggled, "You always beat me, Mummy... but I'll give it a shot!" We played on, her nighty's other boob straining visibly, her lush curves arching across the bed in ways that made the air thick with unspoken heat.
 
Even after Ishaan unlatched, sated and dozy, that tit hung out for a bit longer—milk droplets trailing down its curve like erotic tears. Mom massaged it gently, a blush creeping up as she murmured, "Okay beta, time to sleep... Mummy will fix this." She tucked Ishaan into his cradle, then pulled me close, letting me burrow my face right into that still-bare, warm mound. Her softness enveloped me like velvet heaven—breaths steady but laced with a husky edge. She stroked me to sleep, whispering, "My sweet Sonu... good night, my love."
 
Dad called late that night, and Mom chatted with him while I ground my cheek against her exposed tit, drifting off in her milky embrace. "Yes Anand, everything's fine... house is all set," she said softly, her voice tinged with longing. He replied, "Missing you so much... I'll hurry back." She smiled into the phone, "I'm waiting, love." Hanging up, she crushed me closer in a fierce hug, her naked curves molding to me.
 
We drifted into peaceful slumber, lost in each other's warmth.
 
The next morning, the first ray of sunlight woke Mummy up. She looked down and saw her one nipple peeking out from the nighty, pressed right against my face—her soft, full boob was hanging there, with a little drop of milk stuck on my cheek. Mummy felt so much love for me, and she quickly lifted my face away from her boobs and fixed her nighty.
 
After getting up, Mummy always went straight for a bath... She came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, her fair skin shining from the water, little drops sliding down her juicy curves. She dried herself right in front of me, then slipped into a sexy blue saree with a deep-neck blouse that made her heavy boobs stand out like they were begging for attention. She did light makeup, sprayed some perfume, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
 
Mummy called out sweetly, "Sonu beta, wake up... it's time for college na."
 
My college started at 9. Mummy woke me at 7:30 a.m. and told me to go freshen up and take a bath. I came back after bathing, and she fed me breakfast at the dining table. While we ate, Mummy had the top three buttons of her blouse undone, and she was feeding Ishaan milk too—one boob out in the open, Ishaan sucking hard on it with that chup-chup sound filling the room. Her other boob was half showing from the blouse, hanging heavy and full of milk, the nipple poking out like it wanted to join in. Ishaan was even playing with Mummy's mangalsutra, tugging at it while he nursed.


 
I felt shy looking at that second boob, my cheeks getting hot. Mummy saw me blushing and smiled all sweet and knowing.
 
I said, "Mummy, you look so beautiful..."
 
Mummy just laughed softly, her eyes twinkling like she was happy inside.
 
Then Mummy took me to college on the scooty. The wind made her saree fly up a bit, showing her open waist and that creamy fair skin glowing in the sun. At college, all the dads and teachers couldn't stop staring at Mummy—their eyes stuck on her perfect curves and that young, fresh look. She gave me kisses on both cheeks, "Beta, study well okay... Mummy will be waiting for you." I smiled big and went inside.
 
On her way back, Mummy spotted a black Range Rover SUV going toward the college—she didn't pay much mind, just glanced for a second and kept going. She reached home.
 
Back home, Mummy did all the house chores: cleaned the kitchen, washed clothes, fed Ishaan. The gate was locked, and she felt so alone in the big empty house. She went to the bedroom and started opening her blouse—slowly undoing the buttons one by one, her fair skin coming into view, her cleavage getting deeper and more tempting. She took off the blouse and put it on the bed, now topless from the top, her perfect boobs out in the open—heavy and so soft, swollen tight with all that milk inside.
 
Mummy started using the breast pump to get out the extra milk—attached it and turned it on, the chup-chup sound making milk pour out like a creamy rain from her nipples. She was getting bored, and being alone in this new place felt weird and empty—me not there made it worse.
 
Mummy thought to herself, *Anand ji should have stayed a few days... but he loves his work more. The house feels so hollow without him.*
 
She tried calling Papa to cheer herself up, "Anand ji, pick up the phone na..." But Papa didn't answer, probably busy with work.
 
Mummy started feeling a little angry slowly... "Always work, work," she murmured under her breath, her eyes getting wet. Then she put her blouse back on, got ready, and went to pick me up from college. At 2:30 p.m., she got me, and I was so happy to see her. We spent the whole day together at home. We ate food. That night after dinner, we cuddled up and slept close.
 
Today I had asked Mummy, "Mummy, don't wear blouse tonight... sleep without it please?" After a little fussing and shy looks, she agreed, blushing as she said, "Okay beta, but only today... you have become so naughty, but what to do, I also can't sleep without you close." My face was stuck to her bare boobs, feeling their soft, warm skin and that sweet milk smell all around. Papa would call once at night, or sometimes every two days—just like that, the next three days went by.
 
Every day, in the morning Mummy got me ready for college, dropped me on the scooty, then came home and stayed alone. Her loneliness was growing each day, like the walls of the house were closing in on her. One day, after coming home, she sat in the kitchen squeezing out milk—Ishaan was sleeping, and I was at college.
 
Mummy thought, *I stay alone the whole day, Anand ji doesn't even call. After finishing chores, what do I do? I watch TV, but I get bored so fast.*
 
One day, while dropping me at college and coming back, Mummy heard a man on the speaker: "Brothers and sisters, tomorrow afternoon at 12, there's a society meeting in our colony's community hall. We request everyone to come on time and join the discussion on neighborhood issues like safety and public well-being."
 
Mummy got home and started her normal routine—first fed Ishaan milk, then cleaned the kitchen, folded clothes. Then she went to the bedroom and started thinking about that announcement... the community meet. In the afternoon, lying on the bed, she thought some more—after a while, she decided, "Yes, I should go see what happens there tomorrow, I'm getting so bored at home."
 
At 2:30 p.m., Mummy came on the scooty to pick me from college.
 
I said, "Mummy, today homework is so much!"
 
Mummy laughed, "Don't worry beta, Mummy will help you." At home, she made me do homework—sitting at the table, her saree showing off her curves, her fair arms stroking my hair softly. "This sum is right, Sonu... you are such a smart boy," she said with so much love.
 
In the evening, we went to the park—I was playing, Mummy holding Ishaan in her lap and watching. That night after dinner, we slept together—I insisted, "Mummy, tonight also no blouse... I don't like the cloth on my face, your soft skin feels so good." Mummy got shy and said, "Arre beta, you also na... okay fine." My face pressed into her naked boobs, feeling their soft warmth and the smooth touch of her fair skin, and I fell asleep like that.
 
The next morning, Mummy dropped me at college, then came back and started cleaning the house again—sweeping, mopping, arranging everything. When it was almost 12 p.m., she got ready to go—did nice makeup, light pink lipstick, eyeliner, and wore a beautiful red saree where her curves showed clear, her waist open with that fair skin shining, but cleavage not too much, covered by the pallu. Her smooth fair skin was glowing, and the arc of her boobs was visible in the saree—those big 36-size ones looking so heavy and full. Mummy looked in the mirror, thinking: *This saree looks so nice on me...*
 
Mummy started the scooty and went slowly to the place.
 
The program had already started. There was a big stage, chairs for lots of people, the whole crowd packed. Mummy felt fresh being out, her saree covering her boobs fully, but the big arc of her 36-size ones was super visible, her curves showing in such a tempting shape. All chairs were taken before she got there, so she stood in the corner and looked toward the stage.
 
People there were talking about safety, roads, parks for kids and old people. Focusing on the stage, Mummy noticed VIP seats, and one man sitting there—he looked so big and strong.
 
After 20 minutes, that man came forward.
 
When he came, everyone went quiet and gave him full attention—like his presence made them feel respect and a little fear. Mummy wondered why everyone was paying him so much attention.
 
He was big, with a broad chest, brown skin, big powerful hands. Something different stirred in Mummy—goosebumps rose on her fair skin.
 
The host introduced him as DGP of XYZ state, Mukesh Singh, head of the security officer department. He said, "Brothers and sisters, public safety is our top priority—women's protection, kids' future, law and order in society, that's my duty. If you face any problem, don't hesitate to ask security officer for help." His voice was strong, with spark and a bit of scare in his eyes—everyone was listening fully. Mummy was hearing carefully, and it felt good to her, the talks on women safety, college, health—Mummy thought: *These words... he is so right, there's real power in what he says.*
 
The speech was 30 minutes long, and Mummy listened with full heart. He was looking straight ahead, Mummy was at the end corner. When his speech ended, his eyes fell on her—for 2 seconds, they locked on Mummy, who was smiling impressed by the speech. Then suddenly, everyone stood and clapped for him.
 
Mummy mixed into the crowd. She thought: *This speech... felt so good, but now I have to attend to Ishaan, can't stay late.* Thinking that, Mummy went home.
 
In the community hall, that man was thinking—*that beautiful face and body, who was she, does she live in this society, I haven't seen her before.*
 
Mummy reached home, picked up Ishaan in her lap, thinking how good that speech was, how boldly that man spoke. In the bedroom, Mummy quickly fed Ishaan milk and lay down to rest...
 
A little while later, Mummy came on the scooty to pick me from college. When she reached the college gate, I was playing with another kid. Mummy saw us and smiled big, we both ran to her.
 
I said excited, "Mummy, look my new friend!" The kid stood there shy.
 
I told Mummy, "Mummy, this is my new friend from class." He said shyly, "Hello aunty..." Mummy gave a big smile, put her hand lovingly on his head, "Hello beta, you are so cute!"
 
Mummy asked, "What is your name beta?"
 
Adi said, "Aunty, my name is Aditya."
 
Mummy said, "What a sweet name, just like you."
 
Mummy thought: *Sonu's first friend, same age as him—a bit smaller looking, but so sweet. This kid is so innocent.*
 
Mummy bent down to ask Adi, her saree pallu slipped a little, showing a hint of cleavage, "Beta, where is your mummy? Is she coming to pick you?" Adi said, "Aunty, I don't have mummy... papa will come to get me." Mummy's heart melted, her eyes got teary with sadness, she hugged him lovingly, "Oh beta, sorry... waiting for papa? How long till he comes?"
 
Adi said, "Aunty, papa said he will come late."
 
Mummy got worried—*how can we leave a kid alone like this.*
 
Mummy asked sweetly, "Beta, where is your papa right now? And where is your home?"
 
Adi smiled and said, "Aunty, papa said he will come late today, he is in office, and home is right on this straight road."
 
Mummy said surprised, "We live there too! Come beta, I will drop you—it's safe."
 
Adi got happy, "Thank you aunty!"
 
We three sat on the scooty, Mummy in front, me behind, Adi in the middle. Mummy drove slow, she said, "Beta Aditya, hold me tight okay." Adi held her tummy with both hands. Her waist was showing fair and smooth, her curves shaking a bit with the ride. We went straight, Adi said, "Aunty, this is my house." Turns out he was our neighbor—the house right next to ours. Mummy shocked, "Beta, you are our neighbor? So surprising!"
 
I said, "Mummy, Adi lives next door—now we will play every day!" Adi laughed, "Yes Sonu."
 
Mummy said, "Beta, till your papa comes, let's go to our house." Adi agreed.
 
After reaching home, Mummy freshened us both—gave water, snacks.
 
Mummy said, "Sonu, play with Adi... I will look after Ishaan," she said lovingly. We went to the bedroom, Adi and I playing with my toys, Mummy came with Ishaan in her lap.
 
Mummy said to Adi, "Beta, call your papa—tell him you are in the neighbor's house, aunty brought you with her kid from college." Adi called from Mummy's phone, told his papa, then Mummy took the phone, "Hello, are you Adi's papa?"
 
Adi's papa said, "Yes ji!"
 
Mummy said, "I am Ananya, Sonu's mummy. Adi and Sonu are friends in college. Adi was alone and worried at college, you were late so I brought him. Our house is next door, I fed him too, don't worry."
 
Adi's papa said in a relieved voice, "Thank you so much Ananya ji... I was sending driver, but no need now. I will reach in one hour, please take care of him." Mummy smiled and said, "No problem at all, he is like my own son now." Then call ended.
 
Me and Adi were playing in the bedroom. Mummy was lying with head on the pillow.

 
After some time, she was feeding Ishaan milk, covering with pallu.
 
Mummy asked Adi, "Beta, how old are you?"
 
Adi said, "Aunty, I am xxx years old, and my birthday is coming soon."
 
Mummy smiled, and thought—*he is younger than Sonu.*
 
For 10 minutes, Adi and I kept playing. Then Mummy put Ishaan in the cradle, looked at us both, and started buttoning her blouse.
 
Then I went to Mummy and hugged her tight. Mummy kissed my cheeks.
 
Adi was watching quietly.
 
Mummy called Adi close too and said to rest. She treated Adi like a small kid too, hugging him and letting him rest.
 
We both were cuddling with Mummy—she was lying on the bed, her saree got all messy from our play, pallu slipping here and there.
 
Adi was cuddling from the front, his face got squeezed into Mummy's boobs, I was behind her, feeling her warmth all over.
 
After one and a half hours, Adi's papa came—he knocked on the door. The door was open, his phone was dead, so he took off shoes and came inside. He heard voices from the bedroom—Adi and me playing, stuck to Mummy, and he thought the door was locked too (Mummy thought main door was locked). Adi's papa knocked, "Adi beta, are you here?" Adi pulled his face from Mummy's boobs and said, "Yes papa, I am here!"
 
Mummy got up, fixed her saree and pallu quick—her saree was messy from our playing, curves showing more, a bit of her fair waist exposed. Mummy opened the door fast, and their eyes met—Mummy and Adi's papa. He was the same VIP man from the state, DGP Mukesh Singh.