06-02-2026, 02:50 PM
Scene 12
The room went silent. My head was spinning with names Rakesh, Suresh, Neha, land worth crores.
I looked at the papers again, feeling the weight of the family on my lap.
Mummy ji stood up. She walked over to the dressing table and wiped her face with a tissue. She looked at me in the mirror.
"You have done well with Tauji," she said, her voice turning practical, like a teacher. "But you need to practice. Tauji is old. He talks less. To impress him, you just have to do what he says. He likes soft, cute skin like you have. And the milk... he has always loved the milk."
She turned around and leaned against the dresser.
"But," she continued, her eyes narrowing slightly, "impressing Rakesh Chacha... that is a different task."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"His wife, Neha Bhabhi, already knows you will be coming for him," Mummy ji explained. "Don't think of them as a simple husband and wife. They are in an open marriage. Their daughters, Tania and Khushi, are just enjoying and partying all day in clubs. They only come home for few days every month. Their house is wild."
Mummy ji walked closer to me.
"Neha Bhabhi has kinks," she whispered. "Very specific kinks. She likes to be taken hard and vice versa. But Rakesh... he is sometimes lazy. So, Neha looks for others."
I frowned. "Others?"
"She likes women," Mummy ji said bluntly. "But she likes women who can be... dominant. You will have to learn how to use a strap-on. Don't worry about it. I will teach you."
"A strap-on?" My eyes widened. I had only heard of such things in whispers or dirty jokes. I never thought I would have to hold one, let alone use it on my husband's aunt.
Papa ji stood up silently. He didn't say a word. He walked to the bedroom door and turned the lock. Click. Then he locked the bathroom door too.
He walked back to the bed. He bent down and lifted the heavy mattress. He opened the wooden storage box of the bed.
He reached inside and pulled out a box. It wasn't a jewelry box. It was a bright, shocking pink box.
He placed it on the bed next to me. He opened the lid.
Inside lay a silicone tool. It was flesh-colored, thick, and attached to a black leather harness. It looked huge.
Mummy ji smiled at my shocked face.
"Oh, beti," she laughed softly. "You are so innocent. I have been doing this for years. Neha used to love it when I wore this. But now... she wants fresh meat. She will want you. But first... let us have some foreplay. You need to relax."
"Mummy ji, no," I tried to scoot back on the bed. "I can't... not right now. I'm tired."
I resisted, but Mummy ji was fast. She was all over me. She pushed me back against the pillows. She took control of my hands, pinning them gently but firmly to the mattress.
She looked down at my chest. My breasts were heaving, pale and inviting in the dim light.
"Shh," she cooed, climbing over me. "Don't fight it. The family needs this."
She lowered her head and started kissing my neck. Her lips were hot and wet.
"You smell like milk," she murmured against my skin. "It drives me crazy, Disha. No wonder the men want to eat you up."
She licked the sensitive spot behind my ear.
"Mummy ji..." I gasped, my body betraying me. A jolt of electricity shot down my spine.
"Relax your legs," she commanded softly, her hand moving to my waist. "Let me taste the milk that won Tauji's heart. I need to see and feel it again."
She didn't wait. She buried her face in my cleavage. She grabbed my right breast and squeezed it.
"Look at this," she groaned, watching a drop of white liquid bead at the tip. "You are leaking. You want it."
She quickly unbuttoned my blouse, She licked the drop away. Then she latched on.
Slurp.
The feeling of my mother-in-law sucking my breast while her husband watched was overwhelming.
"Oh god," I moaned, my head rolling back. "It feels... too much."
"It's never enough," she whispered against my nipple. "You need to learn how to use strap-on, Disha. But let me drink first... I will make you soft. Be soft for me now."
I looked over Mummy ji's shoulder. Papa ji was standing by the bed. He was smiling a dark, twisted smile. He knew exactly what was happening. His hand was already inside his pajama, rubbing himself as he watched the two women of his house preparing for the next stage of their duty.
The room went silent. My head was spinning with names Rakesh, Suresh, Neha, land worth crores.
I looked at the papers again, feeling the weight of the family on my lap.
Mummy ji stood up. She walked over to the dressing table and wiped her face with a tissue. She looked at me in the mirror.
"You have done well with Tauji," she said, her voice turning practical, like a teacher. "But you need to practice. Tauji is old. He talks less. To impress him, you just have to do what he says. He likes soft, cute skin like you have. And the milk... he has always loved the milk."
She turned around and leaned against the dresser.
"But," she continued, her eyes narrowing slightly, "impressing Rakesh Chacha... that is a different task."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"His wife, Neha Bhabhi, already knows you will be coming for him," Mummy ji explained. "Don't think of them as a simple husband and wife. They are in an open marriage. Their daughters, Tania and Khushi, are just enjoying and partying all day in clubs. They only come home for few days every month. Their house is wild."
Mummy ji walked closer to me.
"Neha Bhabhi has kinks," she whispered. "Very specific kinks. She likes to be taken hard and vice versa. But Rakesh... he is sometimes lazy. So, Neha looks for others."
I frowned. "Others?"
"She likes women," Mummy ji said bluntly. "But she likes women who can be... dominant. You will have to learn how to use a strap-on. Don't worry about it. I will teach you."
"A strap-on?" My eyes widened. I had only heard of such things in whispers or dirty jokes. I never thought I would have to hold one, let alone use it on my husband's aunt.
Papa ji stood up silently. He didn't say a word. He walked to the bedroom door and turned the lock. Click. Then he locked the bathroom door too.
He walked back to the bed. He bent down and lifted the heavy mattress. He opened the wooden storage box of the bed.
He reached inside and pulled out a box. It wasn't a jewelry box. It was a bright, shocking pink box.
He placed it on the bed next to me. He opened the lid.
Inside lay a silicone tool. It was flesh-colored, thick, and attached to a black leather harness. It looked huge.
Mummy ji smiled at my shocked face.
"Oh, beti," she laughed softly. "You are so innocent. I have been doing this for years. Neha used to love it when I wore this. But now... she wants fresh meat. She will want you. But first... let us have some foreplay. You need to relax."
"Mummy ji, no," I tried to scoot back on the bed. "I can't... not right now. I'm tired."
I resisted, but Mummy ji was fast. She was all over me. She pushed me back against the pillows. She took control of my hands, pinning them gently but firmly to the mattress.
She looked down at my chest. My breasts were heaving, pale and inviting in the dim light.
"Shh," she cooed, climbing over me. "Don't fight it. The family needs this."
She lowered her head and started kissing my neck. Her lips were hot and wet.
"You smell like milk," she murmured against my skin. "It drives me crazy, Disha. No wonder the men want to eat you up."
She licked the sensitive spot behind my ear.
"Mummy ji..." I gasped, my body betraying me. A jolt of electricity shot down my spine.
"Relax your legs," she commanded softly, her hand moving to my waist. "Let me taste the milk that won Tauji's heart. I need to see and feel it again."
She didn't wait. She buried her face in my cleavage. She grabbed my right breast and squeezed it.
"Look at this," she groaned, watching a drop of white liquid bead at the tip. "You are leaking. You want it."
She quickly unbuttoned my blouse, She licked the drop away. Then she latched on.
Slurp.
The feeling of my mother-in-law sucking my breast while her husband watched was overwhelming.
"Oh god," I moaned, my head rolling back. "It feels... too much."
"It's never enough," she whispered against my nipple. "You need to learn how to use strap-on, Disha. But let me drink first... I will make you soft. Be soft for me now."
I looked over Mummy ji's shoulder. Papa ji was standing by the bed. He was smiling a dark, twisted smile. He knew exactly what was happening. His hand was already inside his pajama, rubbing himself as he watched the two women of his house preparing for the next stage of their duty.
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