Adultery The Glass Dolls (victims of the nature) (Upd Sep 10)

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Then, Madhavi slowly rose—still in her dishevelled state—picked up the empty cups from the table, and walked into the kitchen.

Her heart fluttered with eager anticipation, like a lover waiting for her beloved, yearning for the moment her husband—her son—would follow her, embrace her, and press against her.

Her desire did not go unfulfilled...

Rahul stood up and quietly followed her into the kitchen. Approaching her from behind, he slid his arms under her armpits and reached beneath the loose flaps of her blouse—which were fluttering over her heaving bosom—to firmly grasp and knead her breasts. He pressed his crotch hard against her ample buttocks, whispered "Saru" affectionately against the back of her neck, and planted a loud, smacking kiss there.

Hearing her son address her exactly like a husband sent a wave of thrilling sensations coursing through her body.

Just as a soda bottle fizzes and overflows when shaken and opened, desire surged powerfully through Madhavi’s entire being.

Composing herself, and feigning an attempt to break free from his embrace, she... She held the hands that were kneading her breasts.
But should she really pull Rahul's hands away from her bosom?



“Darling... what is this? What are you doing? I just gave you a bellyful of coffee... are you hungry already? Hmm?” she asked coyly.

“That sip of coffee wasn't enough to fill my stomach; I don't have the tiny tummy of an infant, after all. Isn't it funny to ask if I'm full after that little bit, when you carry such huge pots of milk right here? To relieve the weight, one has to work on them and suckle, right? Hmm... tell me, are you saying no?” he persisted, rubbing his lips against her neck and shoulders and showering her with kisses.

“I didn't say that... I just asked if your hunger was satisfied... When will you men ever understand the hearts and love of us women?” she said, pressing his hands firmly against her breasts.

Rahul pushed the *pallu* covering his mother's breasts down to the floor, pulled back the loosened flaps of her blouse to remove it, and then affectionately caressed those full, milk-laden mounds.

He spread his palms over the twin mounds, curling his fingers as if to cup them, and pressed gently—softly and tenderly—much like squeezing a rubber horn. Meanwhile, he licked the area behind her ear and showered her with kisses, making soft, smacking sounds.



A thrill of intense sensation coursed through Madhavi’s entire being. Until recently, she had been thoroughly enjoying day-and-night lovemaking with her husband, letting that pleasure saturate her entire being. Even after conceiving, her husband would occasionally find opportunities to plough her pussy well into her fifth or sixth month of pregnancy. But since her husband’s passing, that sexual pleasure had been absent for three months; deprived of the pounding her pussy craved, she was now driven to a state of desperate, ravenous longing for another cock.

Indeed, it had been over ninety days since a man's cock—acting like a pestle in the mortar of her pussy—had last thrust into her.

As her baby innocently suckled at her breast, a jolt of pent-up sexual desire would surge through her body, settling between her thighs; it would send tremors through the muscles of her swollen, hidden pussy—which felt like a tender, budding fruit—leaving her entire body aching with a sweet, maddening intensity.



To make matters worse, every time her son suckled, it stirred up memories of her husband’s lovemaking from the early days of their marriage, throwing her mind into turmoil and leaving her unable to find a moment's peace.

She was consumed by an overwhelming, desperate yearning to feel a cock pounding inside her pussy. Earlier, while breastfeeding her son, his actions had stirred a heat within her; thoughts of fucking swarmed her mind like flies around jaggery, and her body burned with a feverish longing. As she rubbed her pussy through her saree—finding sweet relief and satisfaction—it felt as though unseen deities, witnessing her plight, had granted her a boon through the unexpected presence of her grown son, whose very mannerisms awakened new fantasies, hopes, and desires within her.

That is why, determined not to let the opportunity slip away, she opened up to Rahul about her feelings.
She was ready to satisfy her sexual craving if things worked out. Thanks to God's grace upon her, her hopes were not in vain...

Hugging his mother from behind, pressing his crotch firmly against her buttocks and gently kneading her breasts, he said in a voice thick with desire, "I’m telling you the truth, Mom... ever since I saw you breastfeeding the baby, I’ve been aching to taste them myself. I used to think Hasini, the girl next door, would be the one to introduce me to these pleasures; knowing my craving, I thought she might satisfy that thirst for milk someday. In a way, I had slowly moved past that idea... but just yesterday, I found out the truth—she uses a sex toy that mimics a feeding bottle, sucking flavored milk from it herself while lying next to the baby. Seeing that... and remembering the intimate moments with your breasts... reignited the desire that had been building up inside me."



As he spoke, he continued to knead her breasts...

"I understand, my son... After seeing your physique and strength, I too felt a deep desire to be with you. Once I noticed the lust rising in your eyes while you watched me nurse the baby, I decided—whether it was a permanent thing or just a one-time encounter—that I wanted to satisfy that hunger of yours. It feels like God is finally smiling upon us..." "Will you feed me three times a day, darling? Oh... actually, no... I’ll let you feed whenever you want... and I’ll take it all in eagerly..." she said, tilting her head back and offering her lips for a kiss.

Excited further by her words, Rahul grasped the smooth, soft muscles of her belly with the hand that had been hovering there and began to knead them gently.

He inserted his little finger into her navel and swirled it around.
Slowly, he moved his palm down to her lower abdomen—that flat, firm expanse—and rubbed it firmly.
Under his touch, Madhavi’s mind and body began to melt like a candle in the heat...



Her body began to burn in the fire of desire...
She desperately needed that hot, liquid release to flow into her, to satisfy the pent-up longing within her...

Her pussy was growing wet.

Her body was aching to satisfy a sexual hunger that had gone unquenched for over three months...


Both her mind and body were yearning for sexual pleasure...
As her eyelids grew heavy with desire and began to close, she moaned—"Hmm... ah... oh..."—and tilted her head back; she grabbed the hands that were roaming wildly over her body and pressed them firmly against herself...

While one of Rahul's hands toyed with and pinched her nipples... the other... A hand was massaging her lower abdomen.

As the throbbing sensation in her breasts became almost unbearable, she pulled his hand—which had been wandering over her lower belly—up to her other breast; pressing it firmly against herself, she let out a low, yearning moan.


Responding to the surge of sexual desire within her, the milk glands in her breasts reacted, causing droplets of milk to trickle from the nipples and wet Rahul’s palm and fingers.

The moment the milk touched his fingers, a strange, intense sensation washed over him.

Instantly, he turned her towards him, lowered his head to her bosom, and—with eager, feverish intensity—rubbed his face back and forth against her breasts like a small child.

His face became thoroughly drenched and slick with the streams of flowing breast milk. Overcome with intense craving, he extended his tongue, licked the droplets of milk clinging to her lips, and savored the taste. "Ah... hmm..." he moaned, his delight soaring to the heavens.

He gently lifted her onto the kitchen platform; then, much like a calf—long restrained—that eagerly butts its mother's udder to feed, he began nuzzling and nudging Madhavi’s breasts with his head.

He sought out her nipples with the desperate, fumbling eagerness of an infant searching for its mother's milk, rubbing his face against her bosom. As soon as a nipple—firm with desire and engorged with milk—touched his lips, he drew it into his mouth and began to suckle vigorously, making loud, wet slurping sounds.

Warm streams of milk spurted from her nipple into his mouth...

As the slightly sweet milk entered his mouth, a wave of soothing pleasure washed over his entire body like a cool mist, making his nerves tingle with delight...

An indescribably sweet sensation spread through Madhavi’s body as well.

"Mmm... hmmm... Kanna... ah... hoo..." she moaned softly, trembling; she placed both hands on his head and pressed his face against her breasts, letting her own head fall back in ecstasy...

Wanting to heighten her rapture, Rahul reached out with his other hand, grasped the nipple of her other breast between his thumb and index finger, and kneaded it...

"Amma... ha..." another long moan escaped her lips...

The milk spurting from the nipple wet his hand...

He stopped suckling the breast and licked the milk that had wet the fingers of his other hand...

Overcome by passion, Madhavi cupped his face in both hands and lifted it toward hers; she planted a firm kiss on his lips—which were glistening with droplets of her milk—while simultaneously pressing the fullness of her breasts hard against his chin and chest, holding him in a tight embrace. She wrapped both her arms around him, pinning him close, and pressed her breasts against his chest—as if trying to quell the surging desire within them.

Her breasts, yielding like rubber balls, flattened and clung tightly to his broad, flat chest.

Under that pressure, milk spurted rapidly from her breasts, soaking his undershirt and—seeping through the fabric—wetting his chest as well.

For Madhavi, who had been forcibly deprived of sexual pleasure for three months, an intense, urgent craving took hold; she wanted to seize this opportunity fully and satisfy all that pent-up longing right then and there.