Me - Sunny, My Lactating Aunt and My Bisexual Mother - Read at your own Risk !

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Auntie's Touch

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Scene 85

It was afternoon and the sun was streaming through the big windows of Mansi Aunty’s bungalow, making the white sofa glowing silver. I was sitting there, naked and breathing hard, feeling the leather against my back while the heat from the two women in front of me was making the air hot. We had just finished a very long and intense session, but Mansi Aunty didn’t look like she was done. Since her husband had been away in USA for months now, she was feeling like a desert that hadn't seen rain in years, and every touch I gave her only made her hunger grow bigger.

Mansi: "Ohhh, Sunny... I can't stop. My body is still vibrating from your fluids! So much waiting, and now I have the prince in my house!"

Mansi was kneeling on the floor, her thin nightgown pushed all the way up to her waist, showing her wet, pink pussy that was still dripping on the carpet. Her large, heavy breasts were swinging as she moved her hands over her own body. Unlike the God Mother, who took supplements to keep her milk flowing for the Project, Mansi Aunty was leaking naturally because she was so incredibly aroused by my presence. Big, thick drops of white milk were pearling on her dark nipples and falling onto her stomach.

God Mother was watching Mansi with sharp, dark eyes. I could see a little bit of jealousy on her face, even though she was the leader. She didn’t like how Mansi was looking at me, like she wanted to keep me for herself only.

God Mother: "Mansi, don't get too greedy. He is the heart of the Project, not your private toy." She shifted on the sofa adjusting her own massive breasts that were bursting with a heavy, sweet scent. "I have a dream, Mansi... a dream where a thousand boys like Sunny are raised in my Ashram, all drinking from me. But I can never have a baby of my own because of my position. I have to be everyone's mother."

Mansi: "And I... I dream of having a child with this energy... but I can't. My husband would know as he is not here. He is coming back in a few months, and I will have to pretend to be a 'proper' wife again."

Mansi Aunty started crying a little bit, but her hands were still moving. She leaned over and grabbed God Mother’s breasts that were hanging in front of her, and God Mother leaned down her face on Mansi’s. It was a crazy sight, the two teachers were now tasting each other’s breasts, their mouths busy with each other's nipples while I watched my penis get hard and straight again. God Mother was drinking Mansi’s natural, rich milk, and Mansi was swallowing the God Mother’s powerful, thick nectar.

God Mother: "Ahhh! Mansi, your milk is so fresh! Sunny, look at us! We are getting you ready for Round 2! You are going to fill us both up before we leave!"

I felt my penis pulsing as Mansi Aunty reached out and started stroking me with her wet hand while her mouth stayed on God Mother's nipple. The dual sensation of seeing them together and feeling Mansi's grip made my blood pulsing around my lower body. God Mother kept sucking Mansi's nipples hard, her mouth pulling with a fierce hunger that made Mansi's back arch. Mansi greedily enjoyed God Mother's nipples, something she had wanted for a long time, her moans getting louder with every gulp of the thick, white nectar.

I pushed my hard penis again inside Mansi's pussy, feeling the burning heat and the wet silk wrap around me. I started pushing as I was taught, moving with a rhythm that made the sofa creak. They were making a lot of noises, their voices a mix of screams and gasps as they told me to "push hardly". I finally gave in and released everything inside Mansi Aunty, the hot liquid pulsing out of me in a deep, shaking surge.

God Mother: "Mansi, I hope you are taking your pills, you might get pregnant."

Mansi: "I am not and now I want to get pregnant. My own baby. I want it badly."

God Mother: "But, what about your husband? What will you tell him?"

Mansi: "I don't want him anymore, I have you and Sunny. I want to live close to you, God Mother, over there in the retreat centre. God Mother, Please let me live with you. I have proven myself. Haven't I?"

God Mother: "You have proven your passion, Mansi. But the Project needs you in the world. However, if Rina joins the Inner Circle, perhaps there is space for you at the retreat to help with her 'training' properly."

Finally, the God Mother stood up and started fixing her saree.

God Mother: "That is enough for now. We need to have a quick lunch. Then, we must leave for the retreat centre immediately. Sunny is getting restless, and Rina is waiting."

Sunny: "Yes! Can we go now? I really want to see my mom's face. I miss her so much."

Mansi: "I will come with you. I want to see Rina too. We have more 'project work' to do together."

I pulled on my new silk trousers, while the two women shared a final, secret look. We were leaving for the retreat centre, and I knew that meeting my mom, Rina, was going to be the biggest learning of the summer.