Adultery Hot Family Secrets (Updated : June 13 )

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Aparna is 30 years old and has come to her mother's house for her postpartum recovery; it has been only two weeks since she gave birth. Akki and Abhi address her affectionately as "Appu Akka" (Sister Aparna); she has shared a strong bond with the kids since before her marriage. However, her mother, Tulasi, is a shrewish woman who dislikes Abhi being close to Aparna.

Let's see what happened two days before the Shravana Sukravaram.

Aparna, who lives across the street, calls Arvind "Uncle," but she addresses Malavika as "Akka" (sister) rather than "Aunty." This is because Malavika looks quite young, and—as is often the case—women tend to bond closely with one another.

Aparna called Malavika.

"Akka... how are you?"

"I'm doing well... but Mom hasn't recovered yet. I'll be back there in another two days."

"Is that so? Alright, let's talk once you're back, Akka."



"Appu... you wouldn't call me unless there was a reason. Besides, I can hear sadness in your tone. It's okay—tell me what's wrong, Appu."

"Akka... I didn't know how to bring this up or who to tell... but I called you because I knew you would understand."

"What is it? What happened?"

"Akka... I haven't even told my mother about this... she tends to say all sorts of irrational things unnecessarily."

"yeah I know... go ahead."

"Akka... it’s been over 20 days since I delivered, right? The little one is feeding on my milk. But for the past week, there’s been a problem: I’m producing way too much milk. When I asked the doctor, she said it happens to some women. The issue is that the baby only drinks a little; if he drinks only half the milk from the left breast, the milk stays in the right breast, causing a lot of pain."

"In that case... try expressing the milk by pressing with your hand."



"I tried that... but only a little comes out when I squeeze; the rest stays behind."

"Why didn't you use a pump? You could pump to empty it all out, let the baby drink what he needs, and discard the rest."

"Akka... I had that thought too. But no matter how long I pump, it doesn't all come out; some remains inside. That leftover milk is what's causing the pain in my breasts."

"Aparna... I understand your problem. Very few women face this. If the baby drinks too much, he spits it up. Plus, once his tummy is full, he drifts off to sleep, and there's nothing we can do then. I have an idea... but don't get mad at me when I tell you."

"Tell me, Akka... I can't bear this pain anymore."

"Appu... call your husband. He can empty out the remaining milk. That way, your pain will go away, and..."



"You'll get some relief too."

"Akka... it must be my fate; why else would he take the *Mala* vow right at this time? Apparently, he has to stay away from women... he's observing the rituals very strictly... I can't force him... he made a vow to take the *Mala* if we had children... so, there's nothing I can do, Akka."

"Appu... I've shared an idea I know of... the rest is up to you."

"Don't say that, Akka... you have to show me a way."

"If there are any babies under a year old in our building, you could breastfeed them to relieve your pain."

"There aren't any babies under a year old in our building, Akka."

"Appu... find someone—anyone you like—to nurse and relieve your pain... who it is, is your choice, Appu... it's a personal matter... but make sure no one finds out... especially your mother."

"That's a big problem too... if mother sees it, she'll scold me."

"Appu... there's a way around every problem... We can't send your mother to Kashi... and she can't leave her daughter—who has just given birth—alone at home... She needs to stay confined to her room... she shouldn't get out of bed... We need to plan for a month... At her age, if she slips in the bathroom, it means at least a month of bed rest... I can't say more than that, Appu... I think you understand."

"That's a brilliant idea, Akka... I called you precisely because you come up with ideas like this... If I pour a little castor oil in the bathroom, she'll slip and fall... she'll end up bedridden... The bathroom is too dangerous, though... better in her room .. I'll make it happen... she needs to slip without getting hurt too badly. If we place four or five marbles on the ground—visibility is poor anyway—all it takes is for her to step on them and slip. I'll handle the rest."

"See, Appu? Your brain thinks so sharply. Now, along with Abhi, find the boy who used to share the same breast milk as him."

Malavika deliberately said "boy"—she didn't say "girl."  Also she used the reference of her son Abhi wisely. Aparna didn't understand why at the time, but her mind began to focus on boys.

"Akka... you've told me all this, but you have to tell me who that boy is."

"How would I know who *you* like, Appu?"

"Akka... you have to help me out somehow."

"Appu... this is a very secretive affair. He needs to be trustworthy and sensible. There are very few guys like that around."

"Akka... that's true. What about Bablu from the 6th floor?"

"Him? I have a really bad opinion of him. He used to tease my Akki about having small breasts. That’s when my son Abhi kicked him."

"Is that so? What about Chintu from the 5th floor?"

"He already has a girlfriend... When she mocked my son Abhi, he came to me crying. I told him, 'Hey, crying just because a girl scolded you isn't manly; grab her boobs and squeeze them right in front of her boyfriend.' And that’s exactly what Abhi did—he squeezed her boobs, and when Chintu tried to hit him, he grabbed Chintu's balls and squeezed them hard."

"Really? Abhi looks so timid."

"Appu... he doesn't even realize how much courage he has. Besides, you know Abhi quite well, don't you?"

"Yes, Akka... he's a really good boy. Anyway, what about Bujji, the one who lives on the fourth floor?"

"He made a comment about me."

"What did he say?"



"'Look at that Aunty, she's a total knockout... look at how huge her boobs are.'"

"That’s true, isn't it, Akka?"

"Appu... our beauty should be admired by those we care about, not by just any random person. If my son Abhi had said those very words, I would have been absolutely delighted."

"What do you mean, Akka? It’s wrong for a son to speak to his own mother like that, isn't it?"

"Aparna... it would be wrong if said in front of others, but how could it be wrong when it's just us at home?"

"I don't know, Akka... what you're saying doesn't feel quite right. Besides, a good boy like Abhi wouldn't say things like that. Anyway, what about Pandu from the third floor?"

"Him? When the teacher bent down to pick up a fallen paper, he looked at her with disgust. When she punished him by making him do a 'wall-sit,' my daughter Akki laughed at him. Furious about that, he tried to put his hand on her thigh during the lunch break in the playground—but Abhi, who was right there, hit him with a stone. Appu, all the boys in our building are just good-for-nothing troublemakers."

 

"True, Akka... Nani from the second floor made a comment looking at my backside, and Kittu from the first floor drooled while staring at my breasts. That leaves the ground floor... but on our floor, there isn't a better boy than Abhi."

"Appu... not just on our floor, or in our building—there isn't a boy as good as my son in the entire colony."

"So, are you okay with it, Akka?"

"With what?"

"That's it... the idea you gave..."

"Oh shit... we completely forgot the main point, didn't we? Is Abhi the right person for a job like this?"

"Yes, Akka... Abhi is the safest bet; no one would suspect him."

"Aparna... my son doesn't do things like this."

(She felt a surge of happiness deep down, recalling how Abhi had innocently asked over the phone the other day, "Mom, I really want to taste your “milk”...")

"Akka... you have to convince him somehow... please."

"It's not that, Appu... suggesting things like this is easy, but implementing them is hard."

"Akka... do you doubt me?"

"It's not that, Appu... Abhi is already struggling with an inferiority complex—he's in the tenth grade for the third time. If anything goes wrong, his future could be at risk."

"Akka... trust me... we can convince Abhi. He likes me, after all."

"That kind of affection is different from this kind."

"I don't know about all that... only Abhi can do this job. Besides, the little one is used to Abhi, too. It makes me so happy when they both nurse from me together."

"Happy? You said it was to relieve the pain."

"Yes, Akka... it is to relieve the pain. I just said that because of my fondness for Abhi."

"Alright... I'll get Abhi ready once I'm back. Four days from now... Abhi will come to you. In the meantime, deal with your mother—she broke my son's hip last week, after all. As revenge for that, make sure Abhi is the one to do this task; he'll feel happy about it, too."

"Super idea, Akka... I'll have Abhi do it."

"By the way... what exactly did my son do to make your mother hit him like that?"

"Akka... the fault was mine. I had left the baby with Abhi and gone to the bathroom. Abhi was waiting... meanwhile, the baby got hungry and started crying, so I hurriedly wrapped a towel around myself, came out, took the baby into the bedroom, removed the towel, and started nursing him. A little later, Abhi came to my room, saying he was leaving... and that's when I realized he was seeing my naked body in the mirror right in front of us...My mom misunderstood the situation and hit him... but the truth is, Abhi wouldn't do things like that. Like I said... the fault was actually mine."

"Alright, Appu... I'll convince Abhi. Don't you worry about it."

"Okay, Akka... thank you so much."

"It's no trouble, Appu... he likes helping you too. But as for things like this... I'll handle it. Bye."

"Bye, Akka."

 

That’s how Malavika has set Appu to empty her excess breast milk in her son’s mouth !!!

(.) (.)

Thinking he might be able to help his sister before the *puja* began, Abhi went to the house opposite theirs.

As soon as he entered the hall, the little baby in the cradle started crying.

Smiling at the thought that the baby might be crying because he saw him, Abhi picked the child up and started cooing to him in his own way: "Oh dear... *chuchu-chu*... why are you crying? Did Mom hit you? Did Mom not feed you milk? Let's hit Mom then... Mom is a bad girl... Mom deserves a spanking... Hush now... *jooj-jooj-joo*... *chuchu*..."



Aparna, who had just finished her bath and was drying herself in her room, heard the baby crying and Abhi trying to soothe him. "Abhi... I'm coming... just a moment..." she said, continuing to dry herself leisurely. However, Abhi was getting impatient; as the baby's crying grew louder, he called out to Aparna.

"Abhi... bring the baby here... I need to feed him," she said. Abhi agreed and took the baby into his sister's room.



Upon seeing his sister completely naked there, he panicked and stepped back, standing out of her sight. "Akka... you get ready... I'll keep him entertained," he said. Aparna called out from inside, "It's okay, Abhi... come inside... Aunty isn't home. I sent her to a friend's house myself because she tends to pick fights with the people coming for the *puja*." Hearing that Aunty was away gave him some confidence, but the thought that seeing his sister like this might lead to trouble made him hesitate and stop right there.

"It's alright, Akka... you get ready," he says.

"You're far too hesitant, Abhi... and you help me out so much... I don't know how I'll ever repay you," she says...



 



She walked out wearing a thin nightgown... seeing her made his manhood stir... her breasts were clearly visible... with her nipples poking through the sheer fabric, he felt a sudden urge—like a baby—to suckle her milk... resting his head in her lap, sucking on those full breasts... drinking her milk... *uff*... the sheer pleasure of that thought...

Taking the baby into her arms, she pressed her breasts against Abhi's face... Abhi felt dizzy... the touch was soft and intoxicating... and the heady scent of her body, fresh from a bath...

"Akka... I’d love to see you breastfeeding the baby just once."

There was a stammer in his words... a tremor in his voice... and lust in his eyes...

Aparna looked at him suspiciously and said, "Why? If you look like that, the baby might get the evil eye and throw up the milk he drank." Abhi felt happy—it meant looking at her breasts wasn't wrong; she was only worried about the baby getting the evil eye.

"Akka... my gaze isn't bad like that... the evil eye only comes from people like 'Aunty'... Please, Akka... please."

Nodding in agreement, Aparna took him into the bedroom and sat on the bed... while he sat on the sofa opposite her... Abhi watches.

Aparna unbuttons her nighty and pulls one breast completely out from within it. Abhi is stunned—does one have to expose the whole breast just to nurse? She could have done it discreetly by pulling him close, but she brought it fully out; surely, that means she wants me to see it? Aparna looks up at Abhi, smiles, and adjusts the baby on her lap. As she places the nipple in the little one's mouth, he begins to nurse, holding and kneading her breast with his tiny hands while kicking his legs—realizing, it seems, that his hunger is about to be satisfied.

Abhi continues to watch her; as the other breast presses against the fabric of her nighty, its shape is clearly visible to him.

"Hey Abhi... is it nice... watching like this?"

(Shyly) "Yes, Akka... it's really nice. Akka, you're so beautiful, you know? So why doesn't Bava make love to you?"

Putting on a sad expression, she says, "Abhi... there's a puja today... not now... I'll tell you another time. We need to be happy while nursing the baby; if we are happy while looking into his eyes, he feels happy too and drinks more milk."

"Is that so? I didn't know that. Well, today he's going to empty both your jugs."

"It's not quite like that... lately, his tummy gets full after drinking just a little bit."

"And the remaining milk?"

"That's the problem... the remaining milk is getting left behind inside."

"Oh no... so, what can be done?"

"I don't know... I can't figure it out either. Even when I see the doctor, I don't get a proper answer."

"Really? Did you ask Mom?"

"My mom?"

"No, I meant *my* mom."

"Aunty has gone out of town, hasn't she? I'll ask her when she gets back."

The baby finished nursing and drifted off to sleep; she picked him up and laid him on the bed. As she undid the buttons of her nightgown, her breasts hung loose—she looked incredibly beautiful. Noticing a drop of milk still clinging to her nipple, he felt a sudden urge to taste it but suppressed the desire...

Aparna, having put the baby down, walked over to Abhi without buttoning up her nightgown. She placed her nipple in his mouth, saying, "Milk shouldn't go to waste." She held it there for just half a second—long enough for the milk traces to touch his lips—before quickly pulling her breast away, tucking it back into her nightgown, and fastening the buttons.

It all happened in a flash; Abhi was left stunned. What exactly had just happened? It was beyond imagination... just as he was thinking, "If only she had stayed like that a little longer," his sister walked in—all dressed up.

Abhi went into the hall.

A short while later, his sister got ready, wearing a saree.

The neighborhood women began to arrive. While Akki handled the arrangements for the puja, Abhi was in the kitchen preparing fruits and snacks.

  

Abhi noticed everyone praising Akki. Some even teased him, saying, "Hey Abhi, why are you here acting like a girl? This is a women's function—get out." Aparna intervened, snapping back, "I was the one who asked him to come, *Pinni*... besides, he isn't exactly trying to hit on your daughter, is he?"

All in all, the function went well. It would have been difficult for Aparna to manage everything without Abhi's help; even though Akki was there, she just sat in a corner to avoid messing up her outfit and didn't pitch in energetically like Abhi did.