07-01-2026, 05:19 PM
Scene 78
It was 3 AM at night, and the giant house was as quiet as a grave. Outside, the moon was high, but inside the God Mother’s room, the air was warm and heavy with the scent of spent passion and expensive silk.
We were buried deep under a thick, velvet blanket. She wasn't wearing a single stitch of clothing, and neither was I. My face was tucked right against the soft valley of her chest. In the pitch black, I couldn't see anything, but I could hear her heart beating, a slow, powerful thud that felt like it belonged to the house itself. Every few seconds, I felt a tiny, warm splash on my cheek. It was a single drop of milk, leaking from her overfull breast. I didn't move; I just waited for the next one, the silence between us stretching like a rubber band ready to snap.
I reached out with my tongue and caught a drop before it could slide away. The taste was hot and sugary. I felt her body shiver against mine. She wasn't asleep. Her hand, soft but strong, came up to stroke my hair, her fingers tracing the line of my ear.
God Mother: "You are still hungry for your God Mother, aren't you, Sunny? You’re like a little bird that never gets enough."
Her voice was a low, scratchy whisper that sent chills down my spine. She shifted her weight, the silk sheets rustling like dry leaves. She reached into the side drawer, I heard the click of wood and the faint rattle of plastic.
She pulled out a small, sleek vibrator. In the dim light, she looked like a queen holding a scepter. This wasn't just about me anymore; she wanted to show me that she could control her own pleasure while she controlled mine. It felt like she was the boss of the whole world, and I was her favorite toy.
God Mother: "I will feed you, beta. But while you drink, I want you to watch how much you make me leak. I want you to hear what you do to me."
She clicked the button, and a low, steady hum filled the room. The vibration travelled through the mattress and into my own body. She tucked the device between her thick, wet thighs, right against her clitoris.
God Mother: "Oh, fuck... yes, Sunny. Suck it. Suck it dry! Look at how my tits are bursting for you!"
She started talking dirty, her words a mix of English and Hindi that sounded raw and hungry. She called me her "little bull" and her "sacred healer." As I latched onto her nipple, the milk started flowing in a heavy, pulsing stream. It was sweet and thick. At the same time, the hum of the vibrator got louder. I could hear the wet, slapping sounds of her moving her hips against the bed.
God Mother: "You’re making me so wet, beta! My chut is overflowing! I'm going to drown you in it!"
For an hour, the only sounds were my greedy swallowing and her jagged, filthy whispers. She reached her peak over and over, her body bucking and her milk spraying into my throat until I felt like I was going to burst.
Finally, the humming stopped. The room went silent again, except for our heavy breathing. She pulled the blanket up over us, tucking me into her side so tight I could feel every curve of her damp skin. We didn't say another word. We just fell into a deep, dark sleep, exhausted from the "treatment."
We woke up late in the afternoon the next day. The sun was peeking through the heavy curtains, and for a second, I forgot where I was. Then I felt her hand on me, and I knew the lessons were just beginning.
It was 3 AM at night, and the giant house was as quiet as a grave. Outside, the moon was high, but inside the God Mother’s room, the air was warm and heavy with the scent of spent passion and expensive silk.
We were buried deep under a thick, velvet blanket. She wasn't wearing a single stitch of clothing, and neither was I. My face was tucked right against the soft valley of her chest. In the pitch black, I couldn't see anything, but I could hear her heart beating, a slow, powerful thud that felt like it belonged to the house itself. Every few seconds, I felt a tiny, warm splash on my cheek. It was a single drop of milk, leaking from her overfull breast. I didn't move; I just waited for the next one, the silence between us stretching like a rubber band ready to snap.
I reached out with my tongue and caught a drop before it could slide away. The taste was hot and sugary. I felt her body shiver against mine. She wasn't asleep. Her hand, soft but strong, came up to stroke my hair, her fingers tracing the line of my ear.
God Mother: "You are still hungry for your God Mother, aren't you, Sunny? You’re like a little bird that never gets enough."
Her voice was a low, scratchy whisper that sent chills down my spine. She shifted her weight, the silk sheets rustling like dry leaves. She reached into the side drawer, I heard the click of wood and the faint rattle of plastic.
She pulled out a small, sleek vibrator. In the dim light, she looked like a queen holding a scepter. This wasn't just about me anymore; she wanted to show me that she could control her own pleasure while she controlled mine. It felt like she was the boss of the whole world, and I was her favorite toy.
God Mother: "I will feed you, beta. But while you drink, I want you to watch how much you make me leak. I want you to hear what you do to me."
She clicked the button, and a low, steady hum filled the room. The vibration travelled through the mattress and into my own body. She tucked the device between her thick, wet thighs, right against her clitoris.
God Mother: "Oh, fuck... yes, Sunny. Suck it. Suck it dry! Look at how my tits are bursting for you!"
She started talking dirty, her words a mix of English and Hindi that sounded raw and hungry. She called me her "little bull" and her "sacred healer." As I latched onto her nipple, the milk started flowing in a heavy, pulsing stream. It was sweet and thick. At the same time, the hum of the vibrator got louder. I could hear the wet, slapping sounds of her moving her hips against the bed.
God Mother: "You’re making me so wet, beta! My chut is overflowing! I'm going to drown you in it!"
For an hour, the only sounds were my greedy swallowing and her jagged, filthy whispers. She reached her peak over and over, her body bucking and her milk spraying into my throat until I felt like I was going to burst.
Finally, the humming stopped. The room went silent again, except for our heavy breathing. She pulled the blanket up over us, tucking me into her side so tight I could feel every curve of her damp skin. We didn't say another word. We just fell into a deep, dark sleep, exhausted from the "treatment."
We woke up late in the afternoon the next day. The sun was peeking through the heavy curtains, and for a second, I forgot where I was. Then I felt her hand on me, and I knew the lessons were just beginning.
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