07-01-2026, 03:33 PM
Scene 75
Moving from the noisy, messy playroom into the quiet luxury of the Rolls Royce felt shocking. Outside, streetlights and traffic rushed past in a blur. Inside the car, everything was still and heavy, filled with the smell of expensive sandalwood and the strong presence of the God Mother.
We sat in the back seat, cut off from the driver by dark glass. I sank into the soft leather seat, feeling out of place, my body still buzzing from the earlier session with Diya. God Mother stayed silent. She just stared at me, her eyes sharp and intense, but also filled with a frightening pride.
The silence dragged on, broken only by the low sound of the engine. The space between us felt tense. Each time the car moved, our shoulders brushed, sending a sudden shiver through me.
Slowly, she reached out. Her hand, adorned with heavy gold rings that felt cold against my skin, came to rest on my thigh. She didn't just touch me; she claimed me.
God Mother: "You are so talented, Sunny. You taught the others what they hardly knew. You are the heartbeat of my Project."
Her voice was a low vibration that I felt in my bones. She leaned in, the heat radiating from her body like a furnace. The smell of her, a mix of high-end perfume and the faint, sweet scent of breast milk, overwhelmed my senses. She pulled me onto her lap, my back against her soft, silk-clad stomach.
Her hands moved with a practiced, possessive grace, finding the waistband of my shorts. I felt the friction of the fabric sliding down my legs, leaving me exposed in the dim, rhythmic light of the passing streetlamps. She wasn't just my God Mother; she was the architect of my reality, and I was her masterpiece.
God Mother: "Mera beta, mera shona. How lovely you are. Do you love God Mother? Tell me how much you love your God Mother?"
She whispered into my ear, her breath hot and damp. Her hands were all over my ass now, kneading the soft flesh with a firm, worshipping pressure that made me gasp.
Sunny: "I love you so much. More than anyone."
The reply triggered something primal in her. A low moan escaped her throat, a sound of hunger and triumph. She shifted, her hands moving to her own chest. With a series of sharp clicks, the buttons of her silk blouse flew open. She didn't stop there; she unwrapped the heavy saree, letting the expensive fabric pool around us like a silver cloud.
God Mother: "Milk time! I don't want you to remain hungry, beta!"
She pressed me against her. Her breasts were enormous, heavy globes of warmth that felt like silk-wrapped velvet. The nipples were dark and turgid, already weeping. I latched on, and the taste was immediate, sweet, thick, and intensely hot. It wasn't just food; it was her power, her secrets, her very essence flowing into me in a rhythmic, heavy surge.
The car hit a bump, and I felt the vibration travel through her body into mine. I gripped her soft waist, my fingers sinking into her skin, as I drank greedily.
As I nursed, the tension in the car shifted. She stroked my hair, her movements slow and rhythmic, matching the pace of my swallowing.
God Mother: "You are the only one who truly understands, Sunny. In my house, there are no rules. Only the truth speaks."
She leaned her head back against the leather, her eyes closed in a state of absolute bliss. I stayed there, anchored to her, the dark glass shielding our sacred, forbidden union from the world outside. The car sped on toward her private estate, and I knew that my life with my mother was now just a distant memory.
Moving from the noisy, messy playroom into the quiet luxury of the Rolls Royce felt shocking. Outside, streetlights and traffic rushed past in a blur. Inside the car, everything was still and heavy, filled with the smell of expensive sandalwood and the strong presence of the God Mother.
We sat in the back seat, cut off from the driver by dark glass. I sank into the soft leather seat, feeling out of place, my body still buzzing from the earlier session with Diya. God Mother stayed silent. She just stared at me, her eyes sharp and intense, but also filled with a frightening pride.
The silence dragged on, broken only by the low sound of the engine. The space between us felt tense. Each time the car moved, our shoulders brushed, sending a sudden shiver through me.
Slowly, she reached out. Her hand, adorned with heavy gold rings that felt cold against my skin, came to rest on my thigh. She didn't just touch me; she claimed me.
God Mother: "You are so talented, Sunny. You taught the others what they hardly knew. You are the heartbeat of my Project."
Her voice was a low vibration that I felt in my bones. She leaned in, the heat radiating from her body like a furnace. The smell of her, a mix of high-end perfume and the faint, sweet scent of breast milk, overwhelmed my senses. She pulled me onto her lap, my back against her soft, silk-clad stomach.
Her hands moved with a practiced, possessive grace, finding the waistband of my shorts. I felt the friction of the fabric sliding down my legs, leaving me exposed in the dim, rhythmic light of the passing streetlamps. She wasn't just my God Mother; she was the architect of my reality, and I was her masterpiece.
God Mother: "Mera beta, mera shona. How lovely you are. Do you love God Mother? Tell me how much you love your God Mother?"
She whispered into my ear, her breath hot and damp. Her hands were all over my ass now, kneading the soft flesh with a firm, worshipping pressure that made me gasp.
Sunny: "I love you so much. More than anyone."
The reply triggered something primal in her. A low moan escaped her throat, a sound of hunger and triumph. She shifted, her hands moving to her own chest. With a series of sharp clicks, the buttons of her silk blouse flew open. She didn't stop there; she unwrapped the heavy saree, letting the expensive fabric pool around us like a silver cloud.
God Mother: "Milk time! I don't want you to remain hungry, beta!"
She pressed me against her. Her breasts were enormous, heavy globes of warmth that felt like silk-wrapped velvet. The nipples were dark and turgid, already weeping. I latched on, and the taste was immediate, sweet, thick, and intensely hot. It wasn't just food; it was her power, her secrets, her very essence flowing into me in a rhythmic, heavy surge.
The car hit a bump, and I felt the vibration travel through her body into mine. I gripped her soft waist, my fingers sinking into her skin, as I drank greedily.
As I nursed, the tension in the car shifted. She stroked my hair, her movements slow and rhythmic, matching the pace of my swallowing.
God Mother: "You are the only one who truly understands, Sunny. In my house, there are no rules. Only the truth speaks."
She leaned her head back against the leather, her eyes closed in a state of absolute bliss. I stayed there, anchored to her, the dark glass shielding our sacred, forbidden union from the world outside. The car sped on toward her private estate, and I knew that my life with my mother was now just a distant memory.
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