Me-Sunny, My Lactating Aunt and My Bisexual Mother-Read at your own Risk ![chapter-2]

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Chapter 2
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Introduction
God Mother had several people working for her all over the country. One such devotee of hers was Meenakshi. We will continue with Meenakshi's notes that she send to God Mother about her work.

My name is Meenakshi. I am 32 years old. I am a divorcee living alone in Flat 402, in a crowded middle class society in the suburbs of Navi Mumbai. I have a voluptuous curvy body, big breasts, and wider hips.

This was not my house; I was sent here by God Mother. For months, I observed. I looked around, especially during evening time, when the boys played in the park. I sat on the corner stone looking at them. Searching for my target, I looked at their faces, their body, smiling and hugging my chest, craving but waiting for the right moment. I started talking to them, letting them know I lived in that building. Just the small talks. At this moment they all knew my name and where I lived; they would greet me as I passed by.

One such moment happened as I was going back to my apartment with the groceries. It was Rohan. I had observed him, looked at his head, looking down as he always walked slowly. He was a boy from the 3rd floor in my same building. He was standing near the lift that day. He looked sad. He looked Perfect.

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Scene 1: The First Hook

I walked toward the lift, dragging two heavy plastic bags filled with oil bottles, flour, and vegetables. I made sure to breathe heavily, making my large chest heave up and down so the movement would catch his eye. He was leaning against the wall, staring at his shoes.

Meenakshi: "Arre, Rohan! Stop, stop. Can you help me for one minute? My hands are breaking with these grocery bags. This delivery boy left them at the gate."

Rohan looked up. He saw me struggling, my face red from the humidity. He immediately stood up straight.

Rohan: "Oh, hello Meenakshi Aunty. Yes, sure. Give them to me."

Meenakshi: "Oh, Thanks. Rohan, Beta. Here, take this heavy bag. Be careful, there are milk packets inside. My arms are so thin, I can’t carry anything."

I handed him the heaviest bag, letting our fingers brush for a second. He gripped the handles firmly. He was young, with thin arms but a helpful nature. I watched his back as he stepped into the lift and pressed the button for the 4th floor. I stood very close to him in the small space of the lift, the scent of my strong perfume filling the area.

Rohan: "It’s okay, Aunty. I can carry."

We reached our house on the 4th floor, we stepped out of the lift. He was being helpful. I unlocked the door, he was standing close to me. I could see him glancing at my hips as I put the key in the lock.

Rohan: "Meenakshi. Shall I put them inside?"

Meenakshi: "Yes, please. Come inside. The house is a mess. Since my divorce, I don't feel like doing anything. I just sit and cry sometimes. Just put the bags on the platform there."

I led him into the kitchen. I made my voice sound shaky, like I was about to break down. I saw his face change from helpful to concerned. He put the bags on the granite counter and looked around the flat.

Rohan: "Don't cry. It's just groceries. I am here to help."

I walked towards the balcony. I purposefully dropped a bright red saree and a large, black lace bra, they were now sitting on the narrow corner just outside the railing. I walked back towards him in the kitchen.

Meenakshi: "You are so kind. Not like others. Oh! Look at the balcony! My saree and my bra have fallen down to the corner below. The wind is so strong today. Rohan, can you please lean over and pick them up? I am too scared of heights. My heart starts beating fast."

Rohan: "Okay, let me see... Yeah, I can reach it. Just hold my waist so I don't slip."

Meenakshi: (I put my hands firmly on his young waist. I press my large, soft breasts against his back as he leans out. I feel him stiffen.) "Don't worry, Rohan. I am holding you very tight. I won't let you fall. I have a very strong grip. Did you get it?"

I could feel his heart racing through his thin t-shirt. I didn't move away. I kept my body pressed hard against him, letting him feel the weight and heat of my chest. His breathing became shallow.

Rohan: "Yes... yes, I got the saree. And... this black cloth too. Here."

He pulled himself back and turned around quickly, his face flushed. He was holding the saree and the black bra. He looked at the floor, embarrassed to be holding a woman's undergarment.

Meenakshi: "Oh, thank you! That is my favorite padded bra. It is very expensive. It holds my heavy chest properly, you know? Without it, my back pained all day. You are a lifesaver. You are like a hero."

I took the bra from his hand, my fingers lingering on his palm. I shook the dust off it right in front of his face. He didn't know where to look.

Rohan: "It’s... it’s okay. I should go now. My father will be home soon."

Meenakshi: "No, wait! Your face is all red from the sun. And you look so thin. Does your mother not feed you? Sit down. I have made fresh chicken curry and parathas. Real home cooked food. Not that fast food you eat."

Rohan: "I don't know... Papa says I should focus on my studies. He gets angry if I waste time."

Meenakshi: "Your father is very strict, no? I see him shouting at you in the parking lot. It makes me feel so bad for you. A handsome, boy like you shouldn't be scolded like that. Sit. Just ten minutes. Eat one paratha for me."

Rohan: "He just wants me to get 90%. He says I am a failure if I don't get into a top engineering college."

Meenakshi: "90%? That is too much pressure. Look at me, I have no one. No husband, no kids. Just this big empty flat and my body. I get so lonely, Rohan. Sometimes I just want someone to talk to. Someone who doesn't judge me."

I sat down right next to him, leaning my elbow on the table so my blouse opened slightly. I looked into his eyes with a sad, watery expression.

Rohan: "Why would anyone judge you?"

Meenakshi: "Because I am a divorcee. The women in the building, that Mrs. Sharma and Mrs. Gupta, they look at me and my clothes and they whisper. They think I am a bad woman. But you... You have a pure heart. You are the only one who understands me in this whole building."

Rohan: "That's not fair. You are very nice. They shouldn't talk like that."

Meenakshi: "Exactly! It’s us against the world, Rohan. We both are misunderstood. Your father doesn't value you, and this building doesn't value me. Eat this chicken. Use your hands. I like watching you eat."

Rohan: "This is really good. Better than my house food."

Meenakshi: "Then come every day. Whenever your father shouts at you, come here. This is your safe place. I will lock the door, and no one will know. You can study here. Or you can just relax. I will take care of you. Look at your forehead, it's sweating... let me wipe it."

I took the end of my saree and leaned in close, wiping the sweat from his brow. I let the fabric of my saree fall away so he could see the deep curve of my cleavage. He stopped chewing for a second, his eyes fixed on my skin.

Rohan: "I can do it, Aunty..."

Meenakshi: "Shhh. Be quiet. You have worked so hard for me today. Picking up my clothes, carrying my bags. You are my protector now. If those building women say anything to me, will you stand up for me?"

Rohan: "Yes. I will. They shouldn't be mean to you."

Meenakshi: "Good boy. My brave Rohan. See? You are a boy. A very strong boy. I feel so safe when you are with me. My heart is finally feeling calm. Are you feeling comfortable too?"

I put my hand on his chest, feeling his heart thumping against his ribs. He didn't pull away this time. He looked around the quiet, private room and then back at me.

Rohan: "Yes. I feel..."

Meenakshi: "It’s very quiet. And very private. I am making kheer tomorrow, come at 4 PM, Deal?"

Rohan: "Okay. I will come. 4 PM."

Meenakshi: "Don't tell your father. This is our little secret. He won't understand our friendship. Only we understand it. Go now, before he calls. I will be waiting for you, thinking about how helpful you were today."

I walked him to the door. As he stepped out, I gave his hand a final squeeze. I watched him walk down the stairs to the third floor. I went back inside and locked the door. I smiled to myself. The trust was built. He had a secret from his father now, and that secret was me.