Adultery A Sexy Lactating Housewife And Some Ugly Low Class Men

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Saga 12 - The Boy - The car cleaner - Scene 3
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Dipa sat on the wooden stool with the boy in her lap. His light weight stood out against her full, curvy body. She picked up a soft silk sponge that was already covered in thick soap.

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Dipa began at his feet, moving the sponge slowly, circling his ankles before sliding it up his calves.

Dipa: (her voice a low, vibrating hum against his ear) Look at these legs, Bittu. So much dust from the road. Every crack in your skin is filled with the city’s filth. Momma is going to clean every bit off your skin. Just relax for me, beta. Let it all go.

Bittu: (shivering, his voice small and fragile) It’s so warm... I’ve never felt water like this. It feels like... like I’m melting, Momma. I feel like my bones are turning to water.

Dipa: (moving the sponge up to his thin shins) That’s the point, beta. You’ve been too hard, too stressed, trying to survive out there in the heat. Let me be the soft place for you. Feel how soft my skin is against yours? Feel how Momma’s hands want to take the pain away?

She shifted the sponge to his knees, tracing the bony parts with careful, exact touches. Her voice lowered to a quiet, almost hypnotic tone that seemed to echo inside him.

Dipa: You have such beautiful skin under all this. So young. So fresh. It makes me ache to think of you in this condition... starving, ignored... while I have so much to give.

She reached his thighs, squeezing the sponge so warm, soapy water ran down his small body and onto her lap. As the soap covered his inner thighs, Dipa let out a sudden, sharp moan that echoed off the walls, a sound of pure release.

Bittu: (startled, trying to turn his head to see her) Momma? Are you okay? Did I... did I hurt you? I’m too heavy for your lap?

Dipa: (breathily, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned her head back) No, beta. No... you didn't hurt me. It’s just... the heat. And feeling you so close. You’re so warm, Bittu. Even though you’re thin, your body is burning with life. It’s making me feel... so heavy. So full.

She moved her hands higher, setting the sponge aside, her bare palms gliding over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Her fingers brushed against the soft, exposed areas, getting closer to his most private parts.

Dipa: Mmmm... yes... so soft. Even when you’re starving, you’re so soft for Momma.

As her hands went higher, reaching the spot between his legs and his back, Dipa’s breath caught. She let out a long, deep moan from her chest. While her left hand kept washing his inner thigh, her right hand moved to her own body. She reached up, grabbing one of her full, milk-filled breasts, squeezing it hard through her thin blouse until a dark wet spot appeared, with milk leaking through the fabric.

Bittu: (twisting around to look at her, his face inches from her heaving chest) What is going on? Why are you making those noises? You... you’re shaking, Momma.

Dipa: (looking down at him with dark, dilated pupils) It’s the medicine, Bittu. The love I have for people like you... it gets so full inside me. It needs to come out. It’s a pressure you can’t understand yet. Don’t be scared. Just watch... see how Momma takes care of herself so she can take better care of you?

She took his small hand and pressed it against her wet, pulsing stomach, just above her saree waistband.

Dipa: (moaning loudly, her hips rocking slightly) Ohhh, Bittu... you’re so beautiful... it feels so good to touch you... Momma is getting so... so tight. 

Bittu flinched, turning his head to look at her. His eyes were wide with confusion and a growing awareness. He saw her eyes rolled back, her hand pressing her own soft flesh as she kept washing him with quick, intense movements.

Bittu: Momma? Are you okay? You look like you're in pain.

Dipa: (opening her eyes, her gaze dark and glazed with lust) I’m better than okay, beta. I’m feeling your life coming back into you. It makes me so happy... it makes me ache. Don’t look away. Just adjust to Momma’s ways. This is how I heal. This is how we both get better.

Bittu shivered, but he didn't pull away. He leaned back into her, his small body giving in to the warm heat of her skin and the odd energy in the room. He let out a shaky breath, his body finally relaxing completely.

Bittu: Okay... Momma. Do what you need to do.

Dipa: That’s my boy. Now stand up. Stand up for Momma. Show me how much better you feel already.

She helped him off her lap. He stood in front of her, naked and shivering, with warm water from the showerhead running over his narrow shoulders and down his chest. Dipa stayed on the stool, her face now at his waist level. She dropped the sponge to the floor.

Dipa: You still have the scent of the street on you, Bittu. Soap isn't enough to get the misery out of your pores. I need to taste you to make sure you’re truly clean.

Before he could respond, she leaned forward. Her tongue came out, long and wet, tasting the salt and soap on his stomach. She started licking him, her tongue moving up from his navel to his chest in long, claiming strokes.

Bittu: (gasping, his hands instinctively reaching for her soft shoulders for support) Momma! That... it’s so warm. 

Dipa: (muffled against his skin) Shhh... let it happen, Bittu. Tell Momma to get close. Tell me you want me to clean you everywhere.

Bittu: (his voice trembling, his small cock beginning to twitch and stir) Get... get close, Momma. Please. Clean me. I want to be clean for you.

Dipa didn't need to be told twice. She moved lower, her tongue circling his hip bones before licking and sucking at the sensitive skin of his groin. She took his small, awakening cock into her mouth gently, her tongue flicking the underside, her hands reaching around to squeeze his small, firm ass.

Bittu froze, a jolt of electricity shooting from his groin to his head. He had never felt anything like the wet, rhythmic heat of her mouth. It felt like he was being wrapped in something warm and safe, yet intense. His toes curled against the wet marble, and a low moan escaped his lips.

Dipa: (pulling back for a second, her face slick with water and saliva) You’re starting to wake up, aren’t you, beta? Look at you. 

She went back to him, her mouth closing over him again, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled. Bittu felt his heart racing, blood rushing to his groin, making him harder than he thought possible for his thin body. The feeling was overwhelming; he felt like he was floating and drowning at the same time.

She started rubbing him with her soft, warm hand, her movements skilled and steady, matching the suction of her mouth.

Dipa: Tell me, Bittu... tell me how you are feeling right now? Tell Momma what’s happening inside you.

Bittu: (his head falling back against the shower wall, a look of pure, innocent ecstasy on his face) I... I love you, Momma. I’ve never felt so... so full. Like my heart is going to burst out of my chest.

Dipa: I love you too, beta. But we’re not done. You’re not clean enough yet. Now... Turn around.

He obeyed right away, his back now to her. Dipa leaned in again, her tongue following the line of his spine. She moved lower, her hands spreading his cheeks wide. She pressed her face in, her tongue licking and probing his tight hole with eager hunger.

Dipa: Mmmm... yes... every part of you must be mine. Every inch must be tasted by Momma.

Bittu let out a sharp, high-pitched cry, his fingers gripping the tiled wall for support. The feel of her wet tongue in such a private spot was too much. It shattered his last bit of shame and resistance. After a few minutes of her steady licking, he turned back around, his face red. He lunged forward, wrapping his thin arms around her neck in a tight hug.

Bittu: Momma... please... I don't know what to do... it's too much.

Dipa met his lips with hers. It started as a soft peck, but quickly turned passionate. She pulled him closer, her mouth opening, her tongue mixing with his in heated desire. This wasn't just healing; it was pure lust. She tasted the apple he had eaten earlier, mixed with soap and the room's heat.

Bittu: (breaking the kiss, gasping for air) Mom... please... your clothes. Your clothes are getting wet. I want you Momma.

Dipa: (smiling wickedly, her eyes burning) I thought you’d never ask, Bittu. I’ve been waiting to show you.

She reached back and unhooked her blouse, letting the wet, milk-stained fabric fall into the water at her feet. She removed her saree and let it drop, stepping out until she was fully naked. She stood up, her large, milk-heavy breasts swaying, the dark areolas wide from the fullness. The pressure in her chest was strong, a steady ache that needed relief.

Bittu stared, his jaw dropping. He had never seen a woman’s body before, especially one as full and abundant as Dipa’s. His eyes fixed on the heavy breasts that seemed to hold their own, with blue veins under her golden skin. His small cock was now hard and stiff, standing out from his thin body, leaking a clear drop.

Dipa: My chest is so heavy, Bittu. It hurts so much. You’re the only one who can take care of this pressure for me. You’re the only one I want to feed.

Bittu: (his voice a hoarse whisper) They’re... they’re so big, Momma. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Please... let me help you. I’m so hungry. I’ve been hungry my whole life for this.

She sat back on the stool and pulled him into her lap, his back against her chest, her large, warm breasts resting over his shoulders like soft pillows.

Dipa: Take care of Momma, Bittu. Take my milk. It’s the only way the pain will stop.

Bittu: Yes, Momma. I’ll drink every drop.

Bittu reached up, his small hands holding her massive breasts, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh. He turned his head and latched onto her dark, dripping nipple, sucking with a desperate energy he didn't know he had. Dipa let out a long, loud scream of pleasure that echoed through the apartment, her head falling back as she felt his small body against hers. The milk flowed, hot and sweet, from her aching chest into his mouth a deep, intimate exchange that connected them in the steam of the washroom.