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

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Scene 5

The room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sound of Mummy ji serving Tau ji. Slurp. Gulp.
I sat in the chair, my hands gripping the armrests so hard my knuckles turned white. My heart was pounding like a drum, dhak, dhak, dhak. I watched my mother-in-law, a woman I respected, behaving like a hungry servant. Her head was bobbing up and down in Tau ji’s lap. She wasn't just doing it; she was putting her whole soul into it.

Every few seconds, Mummy ji would lift her eyes. She kept looking at Tau ji’s face, checking his expression. She wanted to make sure he was happy. She wanted to be the best.

"Harder," Tau ji grunted, his voice rough. "Use your tongue."

Mummy ji obeyed instantly. She swirled her tongue around him, making a wet, squelching noise that echoed in the silent room.

I felt a strange, hot liquid pooling between my legs. I hated myself for it. I wanted to run away, to grab Vivaan and leave this dirty family. But at the same time... my nipples were tingling. My right breast, which was still full of milk, started to throb. watching the power Tau ji had over her... it was making me weak. It was making me wonder what it felt like to have that kind of power used on me.

" The balls," Tau ji commanded, his breathing getting heavier. "Don't leave them dry."
Mummy ji immediately used one hand to cup his heavy sack while her mouth kept working on the shaft. She hummed with effort, her eyes rolling back slightly.

"Yes," Tau ji groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders. "That’s it, Sarita. Drain me. Take the old man’s load."

I watched, paralyzed, as Tau ji’s body stiffened. He let out a long, deep growl. Mummy ji didn't pull back. She sucked harder, swallowing everything he gave her. She drank him just like she had drunk my milk.
When it was over, Tau ji slumped back on the bed, his chest heaving. Mummy ji cleaned him up with her mouth, leaving him shiny and satisfied. She wiped her lips and looked at him with a proud smile. She had done her job.

Tau ji took a moment to catch his breath. Then, he adjusted his dhoti.
He stood up.
He didn't say thank you to Sarita. He looked past her.
He walked straight towards me.

I shrank back in the chair. "Tau... Tau ji..."

He stood over me. He smelled of sweat, sex, and perfume. He looked huge.

"Stand up," he ordered.

I stood up slowly, my legs shaking. I was wearing the white kurta, but the wet patch on my chest had grown huge. The fabric was transparent now, sticking to my skin.

Tau ji looked at my chest. He looked at the heavy, swollen curve of my right breast that was pressing against the wet cloth.

He didn't ask. He reached out with his rough hand and grabbed my right breast through the kurta.

"Ah!" I gasped.

He squeezed it hard. It was painful, but also electric. My breast was so full that it felt rock hard. He kneaded it like dough, testing the weight, testing the size.

"Heavy," he judged. "Good."

Then, he leaned forward.

He didn't kiss my lips. He brought his face right down to my chest and lifted the Kurta up.

He pressed his tongue against over my nipple.
He licked me.
He licked the milk that was leaking. He licked a long, wet stripe from the bottom of my breast up to my neck. His tongue was rough and hot. I shivered violently, my head falling back.

"Please..." I whispered, not knowing if I was begging him to stop or continue.

Tau ji pulled back. He tasted the milk on his lips. He looked at me, straight in the eyes.

"Yes," he said simply.

He turned to Mummy ji, who was standing by the bed, fixing her saree.

"Tomorrow night," Tau ji announced. "10:00 PM. Send her to my room. Alone."

Mummy ji smiled and nodded. "Yes, Tau ji. She will be there."
Tau ji gave my breast one last, possessive squeeze, then turned and walked out of the room, tapping his walking stick on the floor.

I sank back into the chair, my chest wet with his saliva and my own milk. I looked at Mummy ji. She looked happy. And I... I touched the spot where he had licked me, feeling a terrifying mix of shame and a dark, burning excitement for tomorrow night.

And I forgot that - today I had to attend the Marriage of my Husband's cousin.