Adultery Hot Family Secrets (Updated : July 12)

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Lets see whats happening in Abhi, Malavika thread

After few weeks of showering motherly love on the young soft boy Abhi, Malavika felt very happy that she is able to atleast give some comfort and bring back cheers in the life of the young boy who lost her mom… sole reason being me. She decided to take care of all his requests and one of that being feeding her milk to the boy.  Malavika the beautiful MILF that she is knew a trick or two on creating the fake feeling in the boy’s mind that he is actually drinking her milk, even though he can clearly see Malavika amma placing milk bottle along side her breast and point the nipple towards her nipple and allow Abhi to suck both of them together and getting a  feeling of extracting the milk from her breast.

Abhi feels very happy sucking the nipples like that and with his other hand massaging and kneading the other breast. Malavika also feels the motherly love as she doesn’t have a boy and now feeling what a miss not having a boy to play with her like this. She would massage her head while pressing him hard against her breasts and kissing and caressing his forehead while spreading her thighs to give access to his hands. Abhi went few years back in his life and recollected the sweet memories that he had with his deceased mom. He would chuckle and smile while sucking Malavika amma’s nipples.

Malavika asked him “beta, why are you smiling ? did your mom come to your thoughts ?”

 

Abhi was shocked.. how could she exactly guess whats going on in his mind. He nodded his head and emptied the milk bottle and then lifted his head, with so much fresh milk he drank, he is feeling drowsy and looked into her eyes with love and passion mixed with lust and desire.  Malavika bent down to kiss his cheeks and put her hand in his shorts and started pressing his pencil. Abhi knew it would be hard for him to control himself and he wanted to divert the topic and said “mom.. you really reminded me off my mom”

Malavika slowly stroking his pencil asked “how ? no one can replace mom in this world”

Abhi slightly jumping in her lap and putting his hand inside her nightie and feeling her wet hot sticky pussy lips replied “that’s true but you are so close”



Malavika egged on him to reveal the hot secrets with her mom

Abhi thought Malavika amma must know these little secrets and hence started telling her


Just as she had done for all of us, Mom would let her milk flow for my   baby sister.

I was fascinated by her breasts; they were beautiful and full—resembling a cow's udder—and they tantalized me.

Mom didn't wear a bra at home, so with every movement, those full breasts would sway beautifully beneath her blouse.

Her nipples would often protrude visibly through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Sometimes, seeing her blouse damp from leaking milk would stir a deep desire in me to taste it.

Watching Mom breastfeed the baby became a habit of mine. 



When she nursed, she would open her blouse just enough to expose the breast...

Consequently, I could only catch glimpses of her nipples and the surrounding areolas.

But that brief glimpse was enough to drive me wild with desire.

Her areolas were smooth, dark coffee-brown, and as large as rupee coins; the nipples themselves stood out in a deep carrot-orange hue—thick and tempting, much like a cow's teat.

Given Mom's golden complexion, those large, lush breasts—with their broad areolas and prominent nipples—created a stunning color combination.

I would keep an eye out for when she was about to nurse the baby; then, pretending to be engrossed in a book, I would position myself nearby to watch her breastfeed. I thought Mom hadn't noticed.

A few days later, my younger sister seemed to have indigestion; she started vomiting up the milk she had drunk.

That was when my real story began.

One evening, when only Mom and I were home, she confronted me. "Chinna," she said, "whenever you watch your sister drinking milk, this happens to her... stop watching."

I was startled, like a thief caught red-handed; not knowing what to say, I hung my head.

Mom continued, "When you watch like that, the milk changes and gives the baby indigestion... it would be best if you stopped looking."

She didn't explain *why* the milk would change just because I looked at it.

I stood there, feeling ashamed at having been caught.

Suddenly, Mom asked, "Do you feel like drinking milk too, when you see her drinking it?"

There was no anger in her voice—only a mother's love shining through.

I felt a sense of relief and remained silent.

"Look, Chinna, why the hesitation? You are my son too—the first child to drink my milk. If you want, I’ll give you milk again. After papa falls asleep at night, you can suckle at my breast... but you must promise to stop watching your sister drink milk. And promise not to let anyone else know about this," she said, extending her hand.

Suppressing my joy, I placed my hand in hers and made the promise.

Overjoyed, I ran outside. I began to look forward to that night.

Our house wasn't very big—just a kitchen, a hall, and one other room. However, there was a storage room at the back where papa used to sleep.

I would lay out mattresses on the floor in the hall and sleep.

We used to bolt the back door from the inside to keep thieves out.

If papa wanted to come in, he had to knock, and I  would have to get up and open the door.

That night, after papa had gone to sleep and my younger sister had fallen asleep, Mother whispered in my ear, "Chinna... get up and come to the kitchen," and she quietly slipped away.

A short while later, I got up and quietly made my way to the kitchen.

My heart was pounding with anticipation and desire.

Mother was lying on a mat there, resting her head on a pillow.

She gestured for me to close the door and lie down beside her.

As soon as I lay down, she gently guided my head toward her breasts with one hand while unfastening her blouse with the other.

She offered her large left breast to my mouth.

Eagerly, I took the nipple between my lips and began to suckle.

No milk came out... after a little while...



While still suckling, I looked up into Mother's face, wondering why. Suppressing a smile while biting her lip, Mom stroked my head and said tenderly, "You silly boy... have you forgotten how to suckle? Right, it’s been so long... Here, take the nipple into your mouth, latch on tight, and suck. The milk will flow."

I wrapped both hands around her breast, opened my mouth wide, and took the entire nipple and areola inside to suck.

Her sweet breast milk began to spray against the roof of my mouth... I drank greedily.

Mom pulled me closer, embracing me, and shifted her chest towards me so her breast filled my mouth completely.

After about five minutes of sucking, the stream of milk thinned and stopped.

I stopped sucking and looked up at her...

"Drink from this one... here..." she said, guiding her right breast into my mouth.

I sucked voraciously... as if I might never get this chance again.

After another five minutes, Mom patted my head and said, "Has my boy had his fill? That’s enough... if we don't leave and papa wakes up, it’ll be embarrassing... come on, let's go to the hall," looking into my eyes with a gentle smile. 



"Mom, please... let me suck a little longer... your breasts... the milk is so good... please..." I pleaded.

"Alright... go ahead... just for a little while..." she said, drawing my head back against her breasts. I started sucking her breast again... while caressing her other breast, I began to drink her milk.


"Oh, you're so eager... do you love Mom's breasts that much? ...Mmm..." she said, pulling me even closer.

Her voice was heavy, and she was breathing deeply and forcefully.

I don't remember how long I suckled... but when Mom said, "That's enough, dear... that's enough for today... let's go... don't forget your promises..." I felt a bit disappointed.

Knowing I couldn't refuse her, I got up and followed her into the hall.

We both lay down and went to sleep in our respective spots.

The next day, whenever the baby cried, I covered my ears tightly.

I stepped out of the house, determined not to break my promise to Mom.

When I was at home, I gazed at Mom's breasts with even greater hunger.

They seemed fuller and more voluptuous than ever.

Mom noticed my hungry gaze and smiled gently.

She adjusted her *pallu* so it rested between her breasts, offering a feast for my eyes.

They looked delightful as they bounced within her blouse with her movements.

I noticed her nipples were large and erect.

Protruding against the blouse like small dates, they made her look even more beautiful.

I stayed awake, waiting for Mom to call me again.

After papa had fallen asleep, Mom quietly said, "Chinna, come, let's go to the kitchen," as she silently got up and walked away.

I followed her... we went into the kitchen and latched the door.

We lay down side by side...



Mom unfastened her blouse... for me...

I snuggled close to her, took her right breast fully into my mouth, and began to suckle...

For ten minutes, I suckled both her breasts—one after the other—and drank all the milk.

It felt like there was more milk in her breasts that night compared to the previous one...

All the while I was suckling, Mom affectionately stroked my head, shoulders, and back... breathing heavily, she shifted her chest forward to press her breasts firmly into my mouth.

I happily drank my fill of that milk...



"Is your tummy full, darling?" Mom asked affectionately, wiping my lips with her fingers.

"I started giving your little sister bottled milk so you could have your fill," she said with a soft, shy smile.

Overjoyed, I hugged her and said, "Thank you so much, Mom... your breasts and milk are so sweet..." while caressing her naked breasts with one hand. Mom placed her hand over mine and, pulling me close, said, "Why are you so crazy about my boobs, darling? You’ve been staring at them all day long..." She pressed my face against her breasts and rubbed it gently.

The smoothness and fullness of her breasts felt incredibly comforting to me.

"I’ve always been crazy about your boobs... Thanks a lot for showing them to me today..." I said, looking into her eyes.

"I don't mind showing them to you... but I was worried—since the nipples get so hard and erect, what if papa saw them?" Mom said, brushing her firm nipples against my cheeks.

As I fondled her breasts and nipples with my fingers, I asked, "Those big nipples look beautiful... By the way, why have they become so engorged with milk?"

"You silly boy, that’s the result of you sucking on them last night... they stretched out and filled with milk like that," she said with a laugh.

"Mom, did it hurt when I sucked on them that hard?" I asked.

"No, darling... it felt so good when you sucked and drank the milk... Look, just hearing your words has made my breasts fill with milk again... Stop talking and suck the milk... come on... here... suck... squeeze this breast while you suck it... Mom... oh... sss..." she said, guiding her right breast into my mouth while placing my hand on her left breast and rubbing it. I happily obeyed her command...

I began suckling her breast again.

Lost in the moment and enjoying ourselves, we suddenly heard the baby crying.

Mom gently withdrew her breast from my mouth and said, "Wait a moment, dear... she seems to have woken up hungry... I'll go check on her," as she stood up.

Adjusting her blouse, she smiled and said, "You stay right here... I'll be back... you can have some more milk then... after all, she only gets bottled milk anyway."

I lay there happily, waiting for her return...

Fifteen minutes later, Mom came back.

She sat beside me; as I gently caressed her blouse, she smiled sweetly...

Pressing my hand against her breasts, she said, "There's still milk in Mom's breasts... drink it up, darling..." She placed both hands behind my head, pulled me into her lap, and guided her right breast into my mouth.

Happily, I began to suckle that warm flow of milk once more.

She pressed my head firmly against her bosom and rhythmically squeezed her breast, encouraging the flow of milk.

As the *Mangalsutra* around her neck swayed with her movements, I pushed it aside with one hand while squeezing and caressing her other breast with the other, all the while drinking the nectar of her milk...

Moaning softly in a state of blissful intoxication, she let the milk flow freely from both breasts. "Chinna... that’s good... that’s enough for today... come on, let’s go. We have to do this in a controlled way... without anyone finding out... hmm... understood?" she said, affectionately stroking my head as she stopped nursing me.

I nodded, even though I didn't want to stop.

I got up and followed her, then drifted off to sleep.

From the next day onwards, Mom strictly limited our blissful nursing sessions to just one hour at night.

During the day, however, she continued to feast my eyes on the sight of her breasts and her beautiful figure.

Every night, she would let me nurse from both her breasts...

I would drink nearly a litre of milk—filling my belly completely—before drifting off to sleep in contentment.

At first, she would clench her teeth to suppress her moans while I suckled...

But as time went on, hearing her soft moans reach my ears gave me a unique kind of thrill.

Once or twice, when I paused and started to ask, "Mom, is something wrong? Does it hurt?" she would press my head even closer to her breast and say, "No... it's nothing like that. Don't stop... keep going."

Once, when I pressed her for an answer, she gently caressed my head and face, saying, "It doesn't hurt at all, dear... to be honest, it feels wonderful," while looking at me with half-closed eyes.

"Wonderful... how exactly? Tell me," I persisted.

"What can I say? You wouldn't understand even if I told you. You aren't at that age yet, my dear..." she would say, holding me close and pressing my face between her breasts.

Fearing she might get annoyed if I pushed any further, I would simply lose myself in the blissful sensation of her warm, smooth, and soft breasts. As the days went by, instead of diminishing, her milk supply actually began to increase.

Consequently, Mom gradually increased the frequency of nursing sessions to two or three times a day.

She would have me come home for lunch, and right after the meal, she would let me nurse to my heart's content from both breasts.

A little later, she started nursing me in the evening—before I went out to play and before my younger sister returned home.

With my craving satisfied three times a day like this, the days passed happily...

We were careful to keep this arrangement a secret from everyone—especially papa.

However, in a turn of events we hadn't anticipated, a third person found out about it.
Grandma found out.
Although she lived in a village twenty kilometers away, Grandma used to manage the family's farmlands there.
She called to say she wanted to visit our place for a week, just for a change of place.
Mom couldn't say no and invited her over.
Before she arrived, Mom told me that our activities would have to be put on hold for the week—no nursing and no exposing her breasts.

"But how, Mom? That’s going to be really hard..." I grumbled. Mom gently stroked my head and said, "What can we do, my dear? Let's just tough it out for a week. If we rush things and get caught, we won't have a chance like this ever again... we need to be patient. If you really want it, I'll nurse you again at dawn tomorrow—drink your fill to make up for a week of going without. Okay?"

Left with no other choice, I agreed.

That night, Mom nursed me twice, and just as she had promised, she fed me to my heart's content again at dawn the next day.

After my grandmother arrived, time seemed to drag endlessly; three days felt like three ages.

I began counting the hours, waiting for her to leave.

On the third night, Mom woke me up and said, "Come to the kitchen..." I was surprised.

I couldn't understand how Mom could call me like that while my grandmother was sleeping in the hall.

Still, I got up quietly and went.

Mom pulled me close and, reaching into her already unfastened blouse, pulled out her right breast and guided it into my mouth.

"Suck, my dear... oh..." she moaned, pressing my head firmly against her.

Milk, swelling her breast, flowed in a steady stream into my mouth.

Without a second thought, I... for 15 minutes. I drank my fill of that milk...

Once both breasts were empty, Mom sighed and said, "Phew... oh, that feels so good. I was struggling to carry the weight of all that milk..." as she adjusted her breasts back into her blouse.

"That’s all well and good, Mom... but why did you take such a risk?" I asked, fondling her breasts right over her blouse.