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

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Scene 77

I had fallen into a deep, heavy sleep in the God Mother’s bedroom. I was tucked into the crook of her arm, and her skin felt like a warm, silk blanket against mine. The room was dark, except for a tiny lamp that made her gold jewelry sparkle on the nightstand.

I woke up slowly. I didn't open my eyes right away because I felt a strange, wet warmth moving over my lower body. It wasn't the rough feeling of a towel; it was soft and rhythmic. There was a heavy silence in the room, broken only by the sound of her steady, deep breathing and the quiet, wet friction of her tongue. The air smelled like her expensive musk and the saltiness of our earlier passion. I lay perfectly still, my heart starting to thump against my ribs, realizing she hadn't stopped worshiping me even while I was out.

She was cleaning me. Her tongue was moving with careful, motherly strokes over my penis, my balls, and even reaching around to my ass. It felt like she was trying to lick away every bit of the world that wasn't her. The temperature of her mouth was much hotter than the cool air in the room.

God Mother: "Wake up, my shona. Your body is so clean now. I’ve taken away all the dirt from the outside."

She whispered as she felt me stir. She moved up the bed, her heavy, naked breasts brushing against my stomach until her face was inches from mine. Her eyes were glowing in the dark.

God Mother: "You know, Jayashree told me you were a very good boy at cleaning up after a mess. She said you liked to make sure your 'Aunties' were always tidy. It’s part of being a good boy, isn't it? A special way to show you care."

She was using that same trick voice, the one that made a dirty act sound like a polite chore or a helpful favor. She was the one in charge, but she was making it sound like I was the one doing her a kindness. I felt a rush of heat in my chest. I wanted to serve her because she made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in this giant house.

God Mother: "I’ve been working so hard for the Project, Sunny. My body is so heavy and tired. I need my favorite little doctor to give me the same 'cleaning treatment' I gave him. If you don't clean the 'sacred center,' the fever will come back. You wouldn't want God Mother to be sick, would you?"

She flipped onto her back and spread her thick, white legs wide, taking up almost the whole bed. The sight was huge and overwhelming.

God Mother: "Come, beta. Use your tongue. Start from my toes and work your way up to the 'well of life.' I want to feel every lick. Don't leave a single spot dry."

I knelt between her thighs. The smell of her arousal was strong and intoxicating. I lowered my head, my tongue tasting the salt and sweetness of her skin. She was so wet already, leaking a clear, hot fluid that tasted like the purest sin. When I finally reached her center and used my tongue, she let out a loud, jagged scream that echoed off the high ceiling.

God Mother: "Oh! Yes! Lick it, Sunny! Use those young lips! Eat your God Mother’s fruit! You are cleaning out all my stress! It’s such a good medicine!"

She grabbed my hair, pulling my face deeper into her. Her body shook as she climaxed again, her muscles squeezing tight. When she finally went limp, she pulled me up and held my face against her wet, heaving chest.

God Mother: "Such a good boy. Such a clean boy. We have the whole night, and I have so many more 'lessons' to teach my favorite student."

She looked at me with those heavy, dark eyes, and I could tell she wanted to push the lesson even further.

She didn't move right away. She just hovered over me, her knees on either side of my head. The silence was so heavy I could hear the clock ticking on the wall and the sound of her wet skin sticking to the silk sheets. I lay there, looking up at the vast shadow she cast. The space between my face and her body was only an inch, and the heat coming off her was like a physical wall. She was waiting for me to realize that her body was my entire world now.

"You've been a very brave boy, Sunny," she whispered, her voice rasping. "But a real doctor doesn't leave the job half-finished. You've cleaned the front, but the back holds all the deep stress. It’s the secret part that nobody else gets to see."

Slowly, she lowered herself. She sat right on my face, her heavy weight pressing my head into the soft pillows. I couldn't see anything anymore, everything was just the warmth and scent of her.

I felt completely overpowered, but in a way that made me feel special. She was the God Mother, the leader of everything, and here she was, using me as her private throne. She was showing me her most hidden parts, trusting me to "purify" her. It felt like a sacred duty, a secret mission that even my mom didn't know about.

The texture was overwhelming. Her skin was slippery and hot. I could feel the pressure of her smooth cheeks against my nose and eyes.

God Mother: "Use your tongue, Sunny. Reach for the 'dark star.' Clean it until it glows. I want to feel you everywhere at once."

She reached down, her hands finding her own clitoris, rubbing herself with a wild, rhythmic pace. I did as I was told. My tongue moved from the front, licking up the heavy, sweet-tasting fluids that were pouring out of her, and then moved toward the back. The taste was different there, earthy and intense.
The sound of my own licking and her ragged gasps filled my ears. I moved back and forth, from the wet heat of her vagina to the tight, sensitive skin of her asshole. She was shaking now, her fingers working furiously between her legs.

God Mother: "Oh, God! Yes! It’s coming! The release is coming! Drink it all, Sunny! Don't let a drop waste!"

She let out a high, melodic scream that turned into a deep moan. Suddenly, I felt a huge, hot wave of fluid splash all over my face and into my mouth. She was squirting, her body bucking and convulsing on top of me. I swallowed as much as I could, the hot, salty taste of her climax filling my throat. She pressed down harder, her muscles squeezing in a final, desperate rhythm until she finally went limp.

She stayed sitting on me for a long time, her breathing coming in short, shaky bursts. When she finally moved, she looked down at my face, which was soaking wet with her fluids. She smiled, a look of pure, peaceful bliss on her face.

God Mother: "My little cleaner. You’ve cured me. I feel like I'm floating."
She pulled me up into a tight hug, her wet skin sticking to mine, and for a moment, we just stayed like that, two people alone in a giant palace, bound together by a secret that was too big for the world outside.

It was 3 AM at night.