Incest Disha:Lactating mom(Kamadhenu cow)- Exploited by Elders-Gold Grade Scenes-25*|1 Video

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Scene 19

The morning sun streamed into the dining room, lighting up the plates of aloo parathas and bowls of curd. It looked like a perfect, happy family breakfast. But the air was thick with the smell of secrets.  

I was in the kitchen, pouring hot tea into cups. My body felt heavy. My thighs were sore from the strap on, and my jaw ached slightly from where Papa ji had finished. I could hear every word they were saying at the table.  

Mummy ji was sitting right next to Rajat. She wasn't eating. She was stroking his arm, looking at him with an intensity that made my stomach turn.  

"My handsome son," she cooed, buttering his toast. "Without you, we would have been gone, lost on the streets. You are the one holding this roof up. Tell her to cooperate, beta. She listens to you."  

I gripped the handle of the tea pan. They were talking about me like I was an object, an object that can used for pleasure and fulfilment of desire.  

"You don't worry, Mom," Rajat replied, his voice calm and chewing on a bite of paratha. "Disha understands the stakes now. She will take care of it."  

Papa ji walked in then. He looked fresh, bathed, and ready for business. He sat on the other side of Rajat. He didn't look at me bringing the tea. He looked straight at his son.  

"We got 2 crores, Rajat," Papa ji said, tapping his finger on the wooden table. "But it is just paper right now. We can get loans on this contract. The bank manager is my old friend, he will release the funds once we get Rakesh and Suresh's signatures on the witness line."  

"I know, Papa," Rajat said, wiping his mouth. "Give me 3 months. I have planned the trips. First Rakesh Chacha, then Suresh Chacha. I will get it done."  

I walked over and placed the tea cups on the table. Clink. Clink.  

Mummy ji looked up at me. Her eyes sparkled with a dark, teasing light.  

"Good morning, Bahu," she smiled. Then, right in front of the men, she asked, "Did you enjoy it yesterday? Hmm? The way you screamed... it sounded like you enjoyed it very much."  

My face burned hot. I looked at Rajat. He didn't defend me. He just sipped his tea, looking at his phone.  

"I..." I stammered. "I need to check on Vivaan."  

I turned around and practically ran to my bedroom. I couldn't stand their eyes. Vivaan was awake in his crib, kicking his legs. He was hungry.  

"Oh, baby," I whispered, picking him up. "You are the only good thing here."  

I heard the front door open.  

"I am leaving," Rajat called out. "I'm going to the bank and then the lawyer."  

"Go, beta," Mummy ji’s voice floated from the living room. "You handle the money. I will take care of Disha."  

The door slammed shut. Thud.  

My heart sank. Rajat was gone. I was alone with them again.  

I sat on the bed, unbuttoning my blouse to feed Vivaan. As he latched on, I saw a shadow fall across the doorway.  

Mummy ji was leaning against the doorframe. She was watching me feed the baby. She wasn't smiling anymore. She looked focused. Like a coach looking at an athlete.  

"I knew what was going to happen today," I thought, trembling slightly. "Another training session. Probably something new that Mummy ji wants me to learn."  

I looked up at her.  

"What do you have in mind for today?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, trying to sound brave.  

Mummy ji walked slowly into the room. She stood over me, looking down at my exposed breast and the baby.  

"Something you can't imagine," she replied softly. "Yesterday was about pleasure, Disha. Today... today is about pain. Neha Bhabhi likes her toys rough. Finish feeding him quickly. We start in ten minutes."