06-02-2026, 03:14 PM
Scene 13
Mummy ji looked into my eyes, her face flushed with a strange mix of authority and hunger. Her hands were already unbuttoning the rest of my blouse, exposing the nursing bra underneath.
"Last time I sucked your milk," she whispered, her voice thick and husky, "I loved it so much. It was so thick, so sweet. I kept drinking it, and since then, I have been thinking of taking it again. You make so much milk, Disha. It is amazing. It is plentiful for both me and Vivaan. We will do this daily."
She didn't wait for my reply. She didn't wait for me to nod or agree. She just reached out and unhooked the cup of my nursing bra.
Snap.
My heavy breast spilled out, swollen and leaking. Before I could even take a breath, Mummy ji leaned forward and latched on.
She sucked greedily, with a hunger that shocked me. I lost my breath instantly. Gasp. My head hit the pillow as she pulled hard, creating a powerful vacuum with her mouth.
I looked to the side. Papa ji was standing there, his hand moving vigorously inside his pajama. I told myself—he also likes to watch?
But then, the sensation took over.
My nipple was in her mouth, and she was hungry. She wasn't just sipping; she was drinking like she was starving. Her tongue swirled around my nipple, pressing it against the top of her mouth and pulling the milk faster. I felt the let-down start, a sharp, tingly heat spreading through my chest as the milk rushed out.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
The sound of her swallowing filled the quiet room, gulp after greedy gulp.
She grabbed my breast with both hands and kneaded it hard, squeezing the sides like she was milking a cow, forcing every drop out of the ducts.
It felt so fucking intense.
It felt completely wrong… forbidden.
But god, the relief!
My chest had been killing me for hours, swollen, tight, aching like two balloons pumped full and about to pop.
As she drank, all that painful pressure melted away in seconds.
Instead, a warm, dizzy, floating pleasure spread through me, making my head spin and my whole body tingle.
"Mmm," she hummed against my skin, the vibration traveling straight to my core.
I tried to push her away gently, my hands resting on her shoulders, but my fingers ended up curling into her blouse instead. I was pulling her closer. I was arching my back, offering myself to her.
"Yes," I heard myself moan. "Drink it. Empty me."
She switched to my other breast without missing a beat, latching on like my body was her personal fountain of youth.
Her cheeks caved in as she sucked hard, eyes shut tight in total bliss.
It was hypnotic watching this older woman, my mother in law, worship my body like that, devouring every drop.
Suddenly, without letting go of my nipple, she waved her hand behind her back and snapped her fingers at Papa ji.
"Remove it," she mumbled, her words muffled around my flesh.
Papa ji stepped forward. He stood behind Mummy ji. His hands went to her blouse. He unhooked it. Then he reached for her bra strap.
Click.
He peeled the clothes off her shoulders. Mummy ji’s bare back was exposed to the cool air, but her front was glued to my hot, leaking chest. I resisted for a second, feeling the madness of the situation, naked with my in laws on the bed. But I was loving it. The pressure in my chest was finally gone, and the pleasure was building up between my legs.
Then, Mummy ji stopped. She pulled back with a wet pop. Her chin was covered in white liquid. She licked her lips, her eyes dark and heavy.
Her face moved up towards mine.
I looked left and right, panic rising in my throat. I tried to resist, turning my head away. "Mummy ji, no..."
But she didn't listen. She grabbed my face with both hands and crashed her lips onto mine.
She kissed me.
Her lips were big and soft, tasting of my own milk. It was my first experience kissing a woman.
It wasn't rough like a man; it was pillow soft but demanding.
Her tongue pushed past my lips, sliding into my mouth.
I froze for a second, then melted. It was shocking, wet, and confusingly hot.
She broke the kiss after a long, deep moment. She looked at me, breathless.
"This is required, Disha," she whispered, stroking my cheek. "You have to learn how to kiss a woman.
Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to satisfy Neha Bhabhi. She needs passion.
She needs a lover, not a statue. Now... open your mouth again."
Mummy ji looked into my eyes, her face flushed with a strange mix of authority and hunger. Her hands were already unbuttoning the rest of my blouse, exposing the nursing bra underneath.
"Last time I sucked your milk," she whispered, her voice thick and husky, "I loved it so much. It was so thick, so sweet. I kept drinking it, and since then, I have been thinking of taking it again. You make so much milk, Disha. It is amazing. It is plentiful for both me and Vivaan. We will do this daily."
She didn't wait for my reply. She didn't wait for me to nod or agree. She just reached out and unhooked the cup of my nursing bra.
Snap.
My heavy breast spilled out, swollen and leaking. Before I could even take a breath, Mummy ji leaned forward and latched on.
She sucked greedily, with a hunger that shocked me. I lost my breath instantly. Gasp. My head hit the pillow as she pulled hard, creating a powerful vacuum with her mouth.
I looked to the side. Papa ji was standing there, his hand moving vigorously inside his pajama. I told myself—he also likes to watch?
But then, the sensation took over.
My nipple was in her mouth, and she was hungry. She wasn't just sipping; she was drinking like she was starving. Her tongue swirled around my nipple, pressing it against the top of her mouth and pulling the milk faster. I felt the let-down start, a sharp, tingly heat spreading through my chest as the milk rushed out.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
The sound of her swallowing filled the quiet room, gulp after greedy gulp.
She grabbed my breast with both hands and kneaded it hard, squeezing the sides like she was milking a cow, forcing every drop out of the ducts.
It felt so fucking intense.
It felt completely wrong… forbidden.
But god, the relief!
My chest had been killing me for hours, swollen, tight, aching like two balloons pumped full and about to pop.
As she drank, all that painful pressure melted away in seconds.
Instead, a warm, dizzy, floating pleasure spread through me, making my head spin and my whole body tingle.
"Mmm," she hummed against my skin, the vibration traveling straight to my core.
I tried to push her away gently, my hands resting on her shoulders, but my fingers ended up curling into her blouse instead. I was pulling her closer. I was arching my back, offering myself to her.
"Yes," I heard myself moan. "Drink it. Empty me."
She switched to my other breast without missing a beat, latching on like my body was her personal fountain of youth.
Her cheeks caved in as she sucked hard, eyes shut tight in total bliss.
It was hypnotic watching this older woman, my mother in law, worship my body like that, devouring every drop.
Suddenly, without letting go of my nipple, she waved her hand behind her back and snapped her fingers at Papa ji.
"Remove it," she mumbled, her words muffled around my flesh.
Papa ji stepped forward. He stood behind Mummy ji. His hands went to her blouse. He unhooked it. Then he reached for her bra strap.
Click.
He peeled the clothes off her shoulders. Mummy ji’s bare back was exposed to the cool air, but her front was glued to my hot, leaking chest. I resisted for a second, feeling the madness of the situation, naked with my in laws on the bed. But I was loving it. The pressure in my chest was finally gone, and the pleasure was building up between my legs.
Then, Mummy ji stopped. She pulled back with a wet pop. Her chin was covered in white liquid. She licked her lips, her eyes dark and heavy.
Her face moved up towards mine.
I looked left and right, panic rising in my throat. I tried to resist, turning my head away. "Mummy ji, no..."
But she didn't listen. She grabbed my face with both hands and crashed her lips onto mine.
She kissed me.
Her lips were big and soft, tasting of my own milk. It was my first experience kissing a woman.
It wasn't rough like a man; it was pillow soft but demanding.
Her tongue pushed past my lips, sliding into my mouth.
I froze for a second, then melted. It was shocking, wet, and confusingly hot.
She broke the kiss after a long, deep moment. She looked at me, breathless.
"This is required, Disha," she whispered, stroking my cheek. "You have to learn how to kiss a woman.
Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to satisfy Neha Bhabhi. She needs passion.
She needs a lover, not a statue. Now... open your mouth again."
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