Disha: Lactating mom(Kamadhenu cow) - Exploited by Elders - Gold Grade Scene 10*

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Scene 4

As soon as Mummy ji pulled her mouth away from my breast, reality hit me like a slap. My nipple was wet, red, swollen, and throbbing. I quickly grabbed the edges of my white kurta and pulled them together with shaking hands. My fingers fumbled with the buttons.

"Oh god," I whispered, my face burning with heat. "What did we just do?"

I felt dirty. I felt used. But deep down, in a place I didn't want to admit, my body was buzzing. My left breast felt light and relieved, while my right breast was still heavy and aching, jealous of the attention.
Papa ji checked his watch again. He looked nervous but excited.

"Sarita, fix your saree," he ordered. "Tau ji has booked his time with you today. He has been waiting for this trip for months. But... today is also the day we introduce Disha to him."

Mummy ji stood up. She looked calm, like she was just getting ready for a puja, not for sex with her husband’s elder brother. She wiped the milk from her chin and smoothed her hair.

"I know, ji," Mummy ji said confidently. "I am ready. I know exactly how to make Tau ji happy. You just leave me and Disha alone here."

Papa ji hesitated. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Mummy ji smiled, a dirty, knowing smile. "Once he arrives, I will take care of his needs. Disha will sit in the chair and watch. She needs to see how a good woman serves the elders. She will learn for the future."

Papa ji looked at me one last time. He looked at my heaving chest under the thin kurta. "Good. Make sure he is satisfied."
He unlocked the door and slipped out.
I was alone with Mummy ji.

"Mummy ji, please," I begged, clutching my chest. "Let me go. I can't watch this."
"Sit down, Disha," she said, her voice hard. She pointed to a chair in the corner. "If you run now, we will not get any land. Do you want Rajat to lose everything? Do you want Vivaan to have no future?"
I froze. They were using my son against me. I slowly walked to the chair and sat down, pulling my knees together. I felt small and trapped.

Knock. Knock.

It was a heavy, demanding knock.
Mummy ji opened the door.
Tau ji walked in.

He was a big man. Much older than Papa ji. He wore a crisp white kurta and a dhoti. He had a thick white mustache and carried a wooden walking stick. He smelled good and of expensive attar (perfume).

He didn't say hello. He walked straight in and sat on the edge of the bed like a king.
Mummy ji immediately bent down. I thought she was going to touch his feet for blessings.

"Pranam, Tau ji," she whispered.

She touched his feet, but she didn't stand up. She stayed on her knees on the carpet between his legs.
"Sarita," Tau ji grunted, his voice deep and rough. "You look healthy."
"It is all your blessings, Tau ji," she said softly.

Then, right in front of my eyes, Mummy ji reached for the knot of his dhoti.
I gasped. I covered my mouth with my hand. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't. It was like a car crash—horrible, but I couldn't look away.

Mummy ji pulled the cloth aside. Tau ji was not wearing underwear.
"Start," Tau ji ordered.
Mummy ji leaned forward. My religious, vegetarian mother-in-law opened her mouth wide and took him inside.

Slurp.

The sound echoed in the silent room.
I felt a jolt of shock go straight to my groin. Watching her... watching an older woman do this so expertly... it was making me wet. I hated myself for it. I was disgusted, but my nipples were hardening against my kurta again. My breath was coming in short gasps.
Tau ji leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment, enjoying Sarita’s service. His hand rested on her head, pushing her deeper.

"Good," he groaned. "You haven't forgotten."
Then, he opened his eyes.
He didn't look at Sarita. He looked across the room.
He looked at me.
I froze in the chair.

Tau ji’s eyes traveled over my face, my trembling lips, and landed on my chest. Even under the loose kurta, my breasts were huge. The left one was slightly smaller now, but the right one was massive, leaking a small wet patch onto the white fabric because of the arousal.

Tau ji stared at the wet spot. He licked his lips.

"Is that her?" he asked, his voice thick with pleasure while Sarita continued to bob her head in his lap.
Sarita pulled back for a second, gasping for air. "Yes, Tau ji. That is Disha. The new cow."

"She looks... full," Tau ji said, his eyes locking onto mine with a terrifying hunger. "Very full."

Sarita smiled and went back to work, sucking him harder.

I sat there, unable to move, feeling Tau ji’s gaze stripping me naked. I realized then that Mummy ji was just the appetizer. I was the main course he was waiting for. 

And as I watched his hips move, a part of me—the part that loved the attention, the part that loved being a 'cow'—wondered what it would feel like to be the one on my knees.