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Moving from the noisy, messy playroom into the quiet luxury of the Rolls Royce felt shocking. Outside, streetlights and traffic rushed past in a blur. Inside the car, everything was still and heavy, filled with the smell of expensive sandalwood and the strong presence of the God Mother.

We sat in the back seat, cut off from the driver by dark glass. I sank into the soft leather seat, feeling out of place, my body still buzzing from the earlier session with Diya. God Mother stayed silent. She just stared at me, her eyes sharp and intense, but also filled with a frightening pride.
The silence dragged on, broken only by the low sound of the engine. The space between us felt tense. Each time the car moved, our shoulders brushed, sending a sudden shiver through me.

Slowly, she reached out. Her hand, adorned with heavy gold rings that felt cold against my skin, came to rest on my thigh. She didn't just touch me; she claimed me.

God Mother: "You are so talented, Sunny. You taught the others what they hardly knew. You are the heartbeat of my Project."

Her voice was a low vibration that I felt in my bones. She leaned in, the heat radiating from her body like a furnace. The smell of her, a mix of high-end perfume and the faint, sweet scent of breast milk, overwhelmed my senses. She pulled me onto her lap, my back against her soft, silk-clad stomach.

Her hands moved with a practiced, possessive grace, finding the waistband of my shorts. I felt the friction of the fabric sliding down my legs, leaving me exposed in the dim, rhythmic light of the passing streetlamps. She wasn't just my God Mother; she was the architect of my reality, and I was her masterpiece.

God Mother: "Mera beta, mera shona. How lovely you are. Do you love God Mother? Tell me how much you love your God Mother?"

She whispered into my ear, her breath hot and damp. Her hands were all over my ass now, kneading the soft flesh with a firm, worshipping pressure that made me gasp.

Sunny: "I love you so much. More than anyone."

The reply triggered something primal in her. A low moan escaped her throat, a sound of hunger and triumph. She shifted, her hands moving to her own chest. With a series of sharp clicks, the buttons of her silk blouse flew open. She didn't stop there; she unwrapped the heavy saree, letting the expensive fabric pool around us like a silver cloud.

God Mother: "Milk time! I don't want you to remain hungry, beta!"

She pressed me against her. Her breasts were enormous, heavy globes of warmth that felt like silk-wrapped velvet. The nipples were dark and turgid, already weeping. I latched on, and the taste was immediate, sweet, thick, and intensely hot. It wasn't just food; it was her power, her secrets, her very essence flowing into me in a rhythmic, heavy surge.

The car hit a bump, and I felt the vibration travel through her body into mine. I gripped her soft waist, my fingers sinking into her skin, as I drank greedily.

As I nursed, the tension in the car shifted. She stroked my hair, her movements slow and rhythmic, matching the pace of my swallowing.

God Mother: "You are the only one who truly understands, Sunny. In my house, there are no rules. Only the truth speaks."

She leaned her head back against the leather, her eyes closed in a state of absolute bliss. I stayed there, anchored to her, the dark glass shielding our sacred, forbidden union from the world outside. The car sped on toward her private estate, and I knew that my life with my mother was now just a distant memory.

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Scene 76

I'm Sunny. The car stopped smoothly at the front of a huge mansion. The engine went quiet, but the air inside was still loud with the sound of my heavy breathing and the wet rhythm of me suckling.

We reached God Mother's house. I was still in her lap, latched on tight like my life depended on it. She didn't mind at all. In fact, she seemed to love the weight of me. The driver opened the door, and the cool night air hit us, but God Mother didn't make me move. She stood up out of the Rolls Royce while holding me against her bare chest. My shorts were still off, and my bare skin felt cold against the night air, but her body was like a heater.

As we walked into the house, I could see the servants lined up. Their eyes went wide when they saw her walking in with her blouse open and a boy drinking her milk.

God Mother: "He is the one, Ram Singh. The boy who will change everything."

She told the head servant. He bowed low, his eyes staying on the floor.

Ram Singh: "Yes, Mother. Your rooms are ready. We have scented the air with the oils you like."

I kept my mouth on her nipple, tasting the sweet, thick milk as she carried me up a wide marble staircase. Every step she took made her big breasts bounce slightly, and I held on tighter. The servants watched us with a mix of respect and fear. They knew I was special now.

She took me into her bedroom and kicked the door shut. The room smelled like fresh blankets and of flower oils. She finally put me down on the edge of a bed that felt softer than a cloud.

God Mother: "Sunny, beta. You know what Jayashree and Mansi told me? They said you have a special power to fix the 'sadness' in women, right?"

She talked in a low, shaky voice. She walked closer until her knees were touching my legs.

God Mother: "Well, God Mother has a lot of sadness tonight. I have a big 'fever' in my body, and only a brave boy like you can help it go away. It’s a very important medical job. Do you want to help God Mother feel better?"

I looked up at her. She was so powerful, but right now, she looked like she was begging me. I felt like the one in charge even though I was small. It was a strange feeling—like I was a little king.

Sunny: "I want to help you, God Mother."

God Mother immediately got mighty horny. She had been waiting and leaking all the way in the journey in the car. I could see the wetness on her silk saree where it had touched her core. Her face was flushed red, and her eyes were wide and hungry.

God Mother: "Oh, Sunny beta. I have been burning for you since the car. I can't wait another second."

She wasn't being the calm "Mother" anymore. She was a woman who had been holding back a giant wave of desire. She held all the power, but she was surrendering her body to the "Puppy Love" she said I gave her. It felt taboo, I was just a boy, and she was the leader of a huge secret project, but it also felt like I was being worshipped.

She ripped off the rest of her saree. The sound of the silk tearing was loud in the quiet room. She stood over me, her skin glowing like gold in the lamp light. I could smell the sweat and the sweet milk on her skin. She grabbed my hands and pulled them to her wet core.

God Mother: "Feel this, Sunny. See how much I want you? I have been leaking for you for miles."
Her skin was incredibly hot, and her core felt like molten lava, thick, wet, and burning. She pushed me back onto the silk sheets. The texture of the silk was cool against my back, but she was fire on top of me.

She didn't waste any more time. She climbed on top of me, her heavy breasts swinging over my face. She guided my erection toward her.

God Mother: "Take me, Sunny. Be the boy, I know you are. Fill me with that pure, fresh energy. Now!"

I pushed into her. It was even tighter and hotter than Diya, but she was so wet that I slipped in deep. She let out a scream of joy that probably echoed through the whole mansion.

God Mother: "Yes! Oh, God, yes! You are the One! Give it all to me!"

We moved together on that big bed, the sound of our skin slapping together and her loud moans filling the air. She was a wild animal now, biting her lip and scratching the sheets as I gave her everything I had. It was a full night of passion, and the God Mother was taking every drop of it.

When it was over, we lay there tangled in the silk sheets. The room was silent again, except for our heavy breathing. She held my head against her chest, which was still heaving.

God Mother: "You are staying here forever, Sunny. You are the king of this house now."

She whispered, her voice tired but happy. I felt safe, powerful, and completely hers.

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Scene 77

I had fallen into a deep, heavy sleep in the God Mother’s bedroom. I was tucked into the crook of her arm, and her skin felt like a warm, silk blanket against mine. The room was dark, except for a tiny lamp that made her gold jewelry sparkle on the nightstand.

I woke up slowly. I didn't open my eyes right away because I felt a strange, wet warmth moving over my lower body. It wasn't the rough feeling of a towel; it was soft and rhythmic. There was a heavy silence in the room, broken only by the sound of her steady, deep breathing and the quiet, wet friction of her tongue. The air smelled like her expensive musk and the saltiness of our earlier passion. I lay perfectly still, my heart starting to thump against my ribs, realizing she hadn't stopped worshiping me even while I was out.

She was cleaning me. Her tongue was moving with careful, motherly strokes over my penis, my balls, and even reaching around to my ass. It felt like she was trying to lick away every bit of the world that wasn't her. The temperature of her mouth was much hotter than the cool air in the room.

God Mother: "Wake up, my shona. Your body is so clean now. I’ve taken away all the dirt from the outside."

She whispered as she felt me stir. She moved up the bed, her heavy, naked breasts brushing against my stomach until her face was inches from mine. Her eyes were glowing in the dark.

God Mother: "You know, Jayashree told me you were a very good boy at cleaning up after a mess. She said you liked to make sure your 'Aunties' were always tidy. It’s part of being a good boy, isn't it? A special way to show you care."

She was using that same trick voice, the one that made a dirty act sound like a polite chore or a helpful favor. She was the one in charge, but she was making it sound like I was the one doing her a kindness. I felt a rush of heat in my chest. I wanted to serve her because she made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in this giant house.

God Mother: "I’ve been working so hard for the Project, Sunny. My body is so heavy and tired. I need my favorite little doctor to give me the same 'cleaning treatment' I gave him. If you don't clean the 'sacred center,' the fever will come back. You wouldn't want God Mother to be sick, would you?"

She flipped onto her back and spread her thick, white legs wide, taking up almost the whole bed. The sight was huge and overwhelming.

God Mother: "Come, beta. Use your tongue. Start from my toes and work your way up to the 'well of life.' I want to feel every lick. Don't leave a single spot dry."

I knelt between her thighs. The smell of her arousal was strong and intoxicating. I lowered my head, my tongue tasting the salt and sweetness of her skin. She was so wet already, leaking a clear, hot fluid that tasted like the purest sin. When I finally reached her center and used my tongue, she let out a loud, jagged scream that echoed off the high ceiling.

God Mother: "Oh! Yes! Lick it, Sunny! Use those young lips! Eat your God Mother’s fruit! You are cleaning out all my stress! It’s such a good medicine!"

She grabbed my hair, pulling my face deeper into her. Her body shook as she climaxed again, her muscles squeezing tight. When she finally went limp, she pulled me up and held my face against her wet, heaving chest.

God Mother: "Such a good boy. Such a clean boy. We have the whole night, and I have so many more 'lessons' to teach my favorite student."

She looked at me with those heavy, dark eyes, and I could tell she wanted to push the lesson even further.

She didn't move right away. She just hovered over me, her knees on either side of my head. The silence was so heavy I could hear the clock ticking on the wall and the sound of her wet skin sticking to the silk sheets. I lay there, looking up at the vast shadow she cast. The space between my face and her body was only an inch, and the heat coming off her was like a physical wall. She was waiting for me to realize that her body was my entire world now.

"You've been a very brave boy, Sunny," she whispered, her voice rasping. "But a real doctor doesn't leave the job half-finished. You've cleaned the front, but the back holds all the deep stress. It’s the secret part that nobody else gets to see."

Slowly, she lowered herself. She sat right on my face, her heavy weight pressing my head into the soft pillows. I couldn't see anything anymore, everything was just the warmth and scent of her.

I felt completely overpowered, but in a way that made me feel special. She was the God Mother, the leader of everything, and here she was, using me as her private throne. She was showing me her most hidden parts, trusting me to "purify" her. It felt like a sacred duty, a secret mission that even my mom didn't know about.

The texture was overwhelming. Her skin was slippery and hot. I could feel the pressure of her smooth cheeks against my nose and eyes.

God Mother: "Use your tongue, Sunny. Reach for the 'dark star.' Clean it until it glows. I want to feel you everywhere at once."

She reached down, her hands finding her own clitoris, rubbing herself with a wild, rhythmic pace. I did as I was told. My tongue moved from the front, licking up the heavy, sweet-tasting fluids that were pouring out of her, and then moved toward the back. The taste was different there, earthy and intense.
The sound of my own licking and her ragged gasps filled my ears. I moved back and forth, from the wet heat of her vagina to the tight, sensitive skin of her asshole. She was shaking now, her fingers working furiously between her legs.

God Mother: "Oh, God! Yes! It’s coming! The release is coming! Drink it all, Sunny! Don't let a drop waste!"

She let out a high, melodic scream that turned into a deep moan. Suddenly, I felt a huge, hot wave of fluid splash all over my face and into my mouth. She was squirting, her body bucking and convulsing on top of me. I swallowed as much as I could, the hot, salty taste of her climax filling my throat. She pressed down harder, her muscles squeezing in a final, desperate rhythm until she finally went limp.

She stayed sitting on me for a long time, her breathing coming in short, shaky bursts. When she finally moved, she looked down at my face, which was soaking wet with her fluids. She smiled, a look of pure, peaceful bliss on her face.

God Mother: "My little cleaner. You’ve cured me. I feel like I'm floating."
She pulled me up into a tight hug, her wet skin sticking to mine, and for a moment, we just stayed like that, two people alone in a giant palace, bound together by a secret that was too big for the world outside.

It was 3 AM at night.

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Scene 78

It was 3 AM at night, and the giant house was as quiet as a grave. Outside, the moon was high, but inside the God Mother’s room, the air was warm and heavy with the scent of spent passion and expensive silk.

We were buried deep under a thick, velvet blanket. She wasn't wearing a single stitch of clothing, and neither was I. My face was tucked right against the soft valley of her chest. In the pitch black, I couldn't see anything, but I could hear her heart beating, a slow, powerful thud that felt like it belonged to the house itself. Every few seconds, I felt a tiny, warm splash on my cheek. It was a single drop of milk, leaking from her overfull breast. I didn't move; I just waited for the next one, the silence between us stretching like a rubber band ready to snap.

I reached out with my tongue and caught a drop before it could slide away. The taste was hot and sugary. I felt her body shiver against mine. She wasn't asleep. Her hand, soft but strong, came up to stroke my hair, her fingers tracing the line of my ear.

God Mother: "You are still hungry for your God Mother, aren't you, Sunny? You’re like a little bird that never gets enough."

Her voice was a low, scratchy whisper that sent chills down my spine. She shifted her weight, the silk sheets rustling like dry leaves. She reached into the side drawer, I heard the click of wood and the faint rattle of plastic.

She pulled out a small, sleek vibrator. In the dim light, she looked like a queen holding a scepter. This wasn't just about me anymore; she wanted to show me that she could control her own pleasure while she controlled mine. It felt like she was the boss of the whole world, and I was her favorite toy.

God Mother: "I will feed you, beta. But while you drink, I want you to watch how much you make me leak. I want you to hear what you do to me."

She clicked the button, and a low, steady hum filled the room. The vibration travelled through the mattress and into my own body. She tucked the device between her thick, wet thighs, right against her clitoris.

God Mother: "Oh, fuck... yes, Sunny. Suck it. Suck it dry! Look at how my tits are bursting for you!"
She started talking dirty, her words a mix of English and Hindi that sounded raw and hungry. She called me her "little bull" and her "sacred healer." As I latched onto her nipple, the milk started flowing in a heavy, pulsing stream. It was sweet and thick. At the same time, the hum of the vibrator got louder. I could hear the wet, slapping sounds of her moving her hips against the bed.

God Mother: "You’re making me so wet, beta! My chut is overflowing! I'm going to drown you in it!"
For an hour, the only sounds were my greedy swallowing and her jagged, filthy whispers. She reached her peak over and over, her body bucking and her milk spraying into my throat until I felt like I was going to burst.

Finally, the humming stopped. The room went silent again, except for our heavy breathing. She pulled the blanket up over us, tucking me into her side so tight I could feel every curve of her damp skin. We didn't say another word. We just fell into a deep, dark sleep, exhausted from the "treatment."
We woke up late in the afternoon the next day. The sun was peeking through the heavy curtains, and for a second, I forgot where I was. Then I felt her hand on me, and I knew the lessons were just beginning.

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Scene 79

The next day, I woke up to the steady hiss of a shower. The bedroom was bright with afternoon sun. I was alone under the big velvet blanket, smelling the God Mother on the pillows. I realized I had nothing with me, no clothes, no toothbrush, nothing. I slowly crawled out of bed and knocked on the frosted glass door of the bathroom.

"God Mother? I don't have a toothbrush or any clothes," I said softly. Through the glass, I saw her tall, curvy shadow move. The door clicked open, and a cloud of hot, rose-scented steam poured out. She was standing there completely naked under the spray, her skin glowing and wet. She didn't look embarrassed; she looked happy.

God Mother: "Come here, beta. I told you, I will take care of your cleaning, your clothing, and everything else. You don't need a brush when you have me."

She pulled me into the warm water. It felt like needles of heat on my skin. She took a bottle of expensive, minty flavoured toothpaste and rubbed it on her finger.

God Mother: "Open up, Sunny. Let God Mother make you fresh."

She rubbed her finger gently over my teeth and gums. It felt strange but very loving. Then, she filled her own mouth with cool water and mint, leaned down, and kissed me deeply, forcing the minty water into my mouth for me to rinse. It was the most intimate way to wake up. She washed my body with a soft sponge, her hands lingering on my back and chest, making me feel like a precious treasure.

After we dried off, she put on a simple but expensive white saree. 
She gave me a silk robe to wear and called her driver.

God Mother: "We are going shopping. The boy needs his robes, and you are the king of my heart now."
She took me to a high-end mall that she had cleared out just for us. No other shoppers were there. It was just us and the nervous store clerks. I felt a rush of power seeing these grown men bow to us. She picked out the finest silk shirts and tight trousers for me.

We went into the large, mirrored changing room. It smelled like new leather and expensive carpet. She closed the heavy curtain, trapping us in a small, private space. I was trying on a pair of black trousers, standing there in just my tiny underwear.

God Mother watched me in the mirror, her breath getting heavy. The "Burn" of the morning was turning into a fire. She came up behind me, her hands sliding under my arms to cup my chest.

God Mother: "Oh, look at how you fit in these clothes. You look so grown up, so strong. It makes my choochiyan (tits) ache just seeing you like this."

She was getting excited. I could see her nipples poking through her thin silk blouse in the mirror. She turned me around and dropped to her knees right there on the plush carpet.

God Mother: "The clothes can wait. I need a taste of my baby right now. This room is soundproof, beta. No one can hear what we do."

She unzipped the new trousers and pulled my penis out. It was already hard from her touch. She took me into her mouth, her hot, minty breath from the morning now mixed with the raw hunger of her tongue. I leaned back against the cold mirror, the contrast of the freezing glass on my back and her boiling mouth on my cock making me dizzy.

God Mother: "Yes! Give it to me! Fill me up before we buy these!"

She sucked me with a fierce rhythm, her hands gripping my ass through the new fabric. I couldn't hold back. I climaxed hard, my "torch" hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop, looking up at me with a wild, triumphant grin.

She wiped her mouth with a silk handkerchief and stood up, smoothing her saree as if nothing happened. She kissed my cheek, her lips still warm.

God Mother: "We'll take everything in this size. Now, let's go home. I have more surprises waiting for you."

I followed her out, my legs feeling like jelly, realizing that even in public, I was hers completely.

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Now i think its worth it for so long wait but i read all today update so i have to wait for mpre days no not again can i ask what is age of sunny currently

Since the story began, only a few months had passed when he met the God Mother.

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Scene 80

It was a bright afternoon at the estate. We had just returned from our shopping trip, and I was dressed in my new silk clothes, feeling like a prince. But the quiet of the house was broken by a group of people waiting in the garden. It was the Tandon family, a mother, a father, and two daughters. They were middle-class devotees who had travelled a long way for a glimpse of the God Mother.

The garden was silent, except for the sound of the wind in the trees. The Tandons stood in a neat line, looking nervous. When the God Mother walked toward them, her white saree flowing, the air seemed to get thicker. Mrs. Tandon stepped forward first. Her eyes were wide with devotion. Without a word, she reached out and kissed the God Mother right on the lips. This was the "Prasad", the sacred gift. Then she pulled back, her face glowing.

Mrs. Tandon: "Now you, Rajesh. Take the blessing."
Mr. Tandon leaned in. He didn't just peck her; he pressed his mouth against the God Mother's for a long time, kissing her ferociously. I could see his hands shaking. The daughters followed, each taking the Prasad. The silence after the kisses was heavy with a new kind of tension.

The God Mother smiled, but her eyes were calculating. She loved finding new people to bring into her world.

God Mother: "Before we go further, I want you to meet Sunny. He is my most sacred person I know. He carries the energy that your family is missing."

She looked at Mrs. Tandon. "I can see dark blockages in your energy, especially regarding your daughter's upcoming wedding. To fix this, you must perform the Yoni and Lingam Ritual."

Mrs. Tandon: "How can we do this Ritual, God Mother? We will do anything."

God Mother: "It is a process of total honesty. First, all phones will be collected. We will go inside the hall and change into pure white robes. This Ritual is for marital harmony and fertility. It requires you to be completely open."

Inside the large, marble hall, the atmosphere changed. The smell of heavy incense filled the room. The Tandons looked small and vulnerable in their thin white robes. God Mother sat on her high chair, and I sat at her feet. To show them her power, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. In front of the whole family, she pulled me to her breast.

Mr. Tandon’s eyes grew huge. He stared at her dark, wet nipple as I began to suckle. He was sweating, his face turning red with a mix of shame and extreme hunger.

Mr. Tandon: "God Mother... is there more Prasad for us? I mean... for me?"

Mrs. Tandon looked at him with sharp suspicion. "Rajesh! We are here for the Ritual!"

God Mother: "The Milk Prasad is only for my closest sacred ones. Your blessing will come after the Ritual is complete. Now, let the purification begin."

The Ritual was intense. She made them chant while she walked around them, touching their foreheads with oils. Then, she turned her focus back to Mr. Tandon.

God Mother: "Rajesh, the blockage in this family starts with the father. To heal the family, the Lingam must be purified by the source. Show me your Lingam. I would like to taste your energy to see where the darkness is."

Mr. Tandon didn't hesitate. He dropped his white robe, standing naked and fully hard in front of his wife and daughters. He was shivering. God Mother knelt before him. She didn't look like a saint anymore; she looked like a predator. She took his penis into her mouth, her tongue working with a slow, rhythmic heat.

The daughters watched, frozen, while Mrs. Tandon began to breathe heavily, her own hands moving to her chest. The sound of the God Mother's wet sucking and Mr. Tandon's jagged gasps echoed in the hall.

God Mother: "Oh, it is so full of stress! I must drink it all to save your daughters' future!"
She sucked him harder, her eyes locked on mine as if to say, Watch how I control them. Mr. Tandon let out a loud, choked cry and climaxed right into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, then stood up and looked at the rest of the family.

"The father is clean," she whispered, her lips still wet with him. "Now, who is next for the Yoni Puja? The daughters must be prepared for their husbands."
The Tandons looked at each other, completely broken and surrendered. They were no longer a normal family; they were part of the Project now.

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No sunny age is not clear as story started he told he was 28 so currently he is 28

"The story begins much much earlier." 

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Scene 81

Mr. Tandon was sitting on the floor, his naked body still shivering. He was looking at God Mother like she was a piece of gold. Mrs. Tandon, his wife, was looking at him with red eyes. She was not crying; she was screaming inside.

Mrs. Tandon: "God Mother... look at Rajesh. He never does this with me at home. Never! He is always tired. He says, 'Sarita, my back is hurting.' He says, 'Office tension is too much.' But here? In one minute, he became so hard for you. His penis was standing and hard like a stone! Why not for me? I have been so dry for years, God Mother. My body feels like an old desert."

Mr. Tandon: "Sarita! Shut up! What are you saying in front of the girls? Have some shame, woman! The kids are watching!"

Mrs. Tandon: "Shame? You are talking about shame? You just gave your 'Prasad' into God Mother’s mouth in front of your own daughters! Your white juice was all over her chin! Where was your shame then? God Mother, please help me. This man is useless. He is a loser in bed. I want to feel that fire too. My Yoni is screaming for help. It is itching with hunger!"

God Mother: "Quiet, both of you! This is why your house is a jail. Rajesh, you are a selfish man. You keep your energy locked up like a miser. Sarita, you are full of complaints. To fix this family, I must open the mother first. If the mother is dry and angry, the whole house will burn down."

Elder Daughter: "Mummy... Papa... please. Let’s go home. This is too much. I don't want to see this."

God Mother: "Beti, look at your mother! Look at her! She is dying inside. Do you want her to be a dead body in your house? You are getting married soon. Do you want to become dry like her? Sunny, come here."

I walked to God Mother. I was wearing my new silk clothes. She grabbed my hand and looked at Mrs. Tandon’s face.

God Mother: "Sarita, you see Sunny? He is pure. He doesn't have the lies and ego of a man like Rajesh. If you want to be cured, you must learn to take love without any 'shame.' Rajesh, you sit there on the floor. Don't move! You will watch your wife become a woman again. This is your punishment for being a bad, lazy husband. Watch what he does."

Mr. Tandon: "But God Mother... I... I want to join..."

God Mother: "I said SIT! Now, Sarita, remove your robe. Show me everything. Show me how much you are hurting inside."

Mrs. Tandon didn't even wait for one second. She was like a hungry person seeing food. She pulled the string of her white robe. It fell to the marble floor with a soft sound. She was standing there completely naked. She was a bit chubby, with very soft, white skin. Her breasts were big and heavy, with very wide, dark areolas that looked like they were waiting to be touched. She was shivering all over.

Mrs. Tandon: "I am ready, God Mother. I don't care about anything. Please... Make me feel alive."

God Mother: "Sunny, her Yoni is like a dry because she has forgotten the taste of life. Can you help her? Sarita, lie down on the floor. Spread your legs wide for the cure. Open yourself to the sky!"

Mrs. Tandon lay back on the cold marble. She opened her legs as wide as she could. I could see her dark pubic hair and her pink skin. She was already moist a little bit because she was so scared and excited. The daughters turned their heads away. The younger one started crying loudly.

Younger Daughter: "Mummy, no! Please stop! What are you doing? This is wrong!"

God Mother: "Keep quiet, girl! Your mother is getting the 'Cure.' If you interfere, your own marriage will be a failure! You will also cry for touch like a beggar! Sunny, go to her. Help her now."

I knelt between Mrs. Tandon's thick, soft thighs. I could smell her, a mix of sweat and a sharp, female scent. I moved my face close. I stuck my little tongue out and started licking her very slowly. She let out a loud, sharp scream. Her whole lower body jumped off the floor.

Mrs. Tandon: "Oh God! Ohhh! Rajesh, look! Look what this boy is doing! He is doing what you couldn't do in ten years! God Mother, his tongue is so soft... it’s like silk... ohhh, it’s going inside!"

Mr. Tandon: "Sarita... stop... oh God. I am getting so hard just watching this. My penis is jumping! God Mother, please! Can I touch her too? I want to put it in!"

God Mother: "No! You just watch. You are the audience today. This is your lesson. Sunny, suck her hard! Make her scream louder! She needs to know that her body is not a waste."

I started licking her faster. She tasted very salty and hot. I moved my tongue in and out, making wet, slapping noises.

Schlop, schlop, schlop.

Mrs. Tandon: "Yes! Yes, Sunny! Lick it all! Ohhh, you are a little devil! God Mother, he is pushing his tongue deep inside! It feels so good! Ahhh! Rajesh, you loser, look at your wife shaking! Oh God... I missed this feeling so much....It has been such a long time!"

Mr. Tandon: "I can't take it anymore! God Mother, I am dying! I will give all my bank balance to your ashram! I will give the car! Just let me touch her!"

God Mother: "Patience, Rajesh. First, Sarita must empty her heart of all the old dryness. Sunny, move up. She needs to feel like a mother and a lover at the same time. Give her the double comfort."

I crawled up her body. Her skin was very hot and sweaty. Her big breasts were wobbling. I grabbed them with my hands. They were so soft, like big balloons filled with warm water. I took one big, dark nipple into my mouth and started sucking it softly. Slurp, slurp. Mrs. Tandon grabbed my hair with both hands, pushing my face hard into her chest.

Mrs. Tandon: "God Mother, your boy is a miracle! My tits are hurting with joy! They are tingling! Ohhh! God Mother, I want your milk too! I want to be your baby and his lover at the same time! I want everything!"

God Mother: "Then come to me. Crawl like a thirsty animal."

Mrs. Tandon started crawling on her hands and knees toward God Mother. I stayed attached to her like a Monkey. She reached God Mother’s lap. God Mother smiled and opened her silk blouse. Her giant breasts popped out, looking like two white mountains with pink tops.

God Mother: "Drink, Sarita. Drink the truth. Rajesh, you see? Your wife is drinking my milk while your kids watch. This is the real love. This is love without boundaries. No more 'shame.' No more lies."

The daughters were looking now. They couldn't turn away. It was like a spell. They saw their own mother sucking God Mother’s breast like a hungry dog, making loud gulping sounds. Their mother’s naked body was covered in sweat and my saliva. And their father was sitting two feet away, naked, pulling his penis with his hand, his eyes bulging out.

Elder Daughter: "Is this... is this what marriage is? Just this... this hunger? This madness?"

I looked at the elder daughter. She was very pretty, with a round face and a small waist.

I said, "It is about Happiness, didi."

Elder Daughter: "She... she looks like she is in heaven. I’ve never seen her smile like that."

God Mother: "Now, Rajesh, come here! Since your cock is so ready to burst, you will put it inside your wife while she stays on my breast. Let the family energy become one circle! Sunny, look at the daughters. They are feeling lonely and scared. They don't know the heat of life. Let them know about shared comfort. Hug them. Touch them. Let them feel the warmth."

I walked toward the two sisters. They tried to move back, but the hall was small. I put my hands around their waists. They were wearing thin cotton clothes. I could feel their bodies shivering.

Sunny: "Don't be scared, didis. It’s just practice."

Mr. Tandon scrambled forward. He grabbed Mrs. Tandon’s hips from behind while she was still suckling God Mother. He pushed his big, hard penis into her with a loud thud.

Mr. Tandon: "Oh yes! God Mother! Ohhh! I am coming inside her! Sarita! My wife! Ahhh, you are so wet now! It’s like a river inside you!"

Mrs. Tandon: "Mmmph... glug... God Mother... your milk is so sweet... Rajesh, yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck the dryness away! Ohhh, I am melting!"

The sounds in the hall were crazy. The slap-slap of their bodies, the sucking sounds from God Mother’s breast, and the loud moans.

God Mother: "Yes! Squeeze her, Rajesh! Sunny beta, don't wait. Start opening the daughters' robes. They will be getting married into a world of lies. They must not have any blockages! We will make this family pure!"

I turned to the two sisters. They were huddled together, their faces pale. The Elder Daughter was clutching her white robe so tight her knuckles were white.

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Elder Daughter: "No... Sunny... I can't. I have a wedding next week. What will my husband say? This is wrong. This is my mother... my father... oh God, they are animals!"

Younger Daughter: "Please, Sunny. Don't touch us. We just want to go. Papa! Mummy! Stop it!"

But their parents didn't even look back. Mr. Tandon was too busy thrusting his hard, thick penis into his wife, his eyes closed, his mouth hanging open. Mrs. Tandon was moaning through a mouthful of God Mother’s breast.

Mrs. Tandon: "Mmmph... ohhh... Rajesh... harder! God Mother, I can feel the energy moving! It's so hot!"

God Mother slowly stood up, letting Mrs. Tandon slide to the floor. She walked toward the two girls with a slow, heavy sway of her hips. Her giant breasts were still wet and swinging as she moved. She reached out and touched the Elder Daughter’s cheek.

God Mother: "Beti, you are worried about a husband you don't even know? You think he will give you this? Look at your father. He was a 'good' husband for twenty years, and your mother was a dead woman. Do you want to be a dead bride?"

Elder Daughter: "No... but... it’s a sin..."

God Mother: "The only sin is to be hungry and not eat. Look at me."

God Mother leaned in. She didn't wait. She grabbed the Elder Daughter’s face and pressed her lips against the girl's mouth. It wasn't a small kiss. It was deep and ferocious. I saw the daughter’s eyes go wide, then slowly, slowly, they closed. Her hands, which were holding her robe shut, began to loosen.

God Mother pulled back just an inch, her breath hitting the girl’s lips.

God Mother: "Is that a sin? Or does it feel like the truth? Sunny, she is ready. Take the robe. She needs to feel how naked skin feels on another naked body."

I reached for the string of the Elder Daughter’s robe. This time, she didn't move away. She just stood there, breathing in short, shallow gasps. I pulled the string. The white cloth slid down her shoulders, revealing her young, firm body. She was wearing nothing underneath. Her breasts were smaller than her mother's, but very round and upright, with pink, shy nipples.

Sunny: "You are so beautiful, didi."

I moved my hands to her waist. Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth. The Younger Daughter was still shivering, watching us.

Younger Daughter: "Didi? What are you doing?"

Elder Daughter: "It... it feels like a dream, Meena. Everything is so warm. I feel like I'm floating."

God Mother: "That is the energy, beti! Sunny, She needs to be prepared for her husband, or she will cry on her wedding night. Meena, come here. Don't be a lonely girl."

God Mother pulled the Younger Daughter into a hug, her large, bare breasts squashing against the girl's face.

God Mother: "Smell the mother, Meena. Feel the comfort. Sunny, go down on the bride-to-be. Let her know what your tongue can do."

I knelt in front of the Elder Daughter. She was shaking, her legs slightly apart. I put my small hands on her thighs. They were firm and silky. I moved my face close to her private part. She smelled like fresh flowers and a little bit of fear.

Sunny: "Don't be scared, didi."

I stuck my tongue out and gave her a long, wet lick from bottom to top.

Elder Daughter: "AHHH! Oh my god! Sunny! What is that? Ohhh... it’s so hot!"

She grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my silk shirt. I didn't stop. I started suckling her clitoris, making loud slurp sounds.

Elder Daughter: "Mummy! Ohhh, Mummy, I understand now! I feel it! It’s like electricity! God Mother, help me! I'm falling!"

God Mother: "Don't fall, beti! Fly! Meena, look at your sister! See how happy she is? "

Mr. Tandon - his face covered in sweat. He was still pumping into his wife.

Mr. Tandon: "Yes! Yes! Ahhh! Sarita, I’m going again! I’m going to fill you up again!"
Mrs. Tandon: "Yes, Rajesh! Give it to me! Don't stop! Make me scream! I need more!"

I moved my tongue faster, swirling it around her wet opening. The Elder Daughter was now screaming, her head thrown back, her body arching. The Younger Daughter was now naked too, God Mother having stripped her while she was distracted. The two of them were kissing, the God Mother teaching the young girl how to use her tongue.

Elder Daughter: "Oh God, what is this, I'M COMING! SUNNY! OHHH GOD! I'M COMING!"

She bucked against my face, a huge wave of heat hitting my tongue as she climaxed. She collapsed into my arms, sobbing with joy.

God Mother: "Perfect. No more secrets. No more shame. Rajesh, finish inside her. Sunny, take the younger one now. We will spend the whole night in this hall. By morning, the Tandons will be new people."

I looked at the Younger Daughter. She was looking at me with big, hungry eyes, her small chest heaving. I smiled and moved toward her. The hall was a sea of naked, sweating bodies.

I stood up and slowly unbuttoned my new shirt. I let it fall. Then I pushed down my trousers. I stood there completely naked in front of the two sisters. My penis was standing straight up and hard.

God Mother: "Look at him, Meena! Look at Sunny! He is not hiding anything. Why are you hiding?"

I walked towards Meena, the younger daughter. She was shaking so much I thought she would fall. Her sister, the bride-to-be, was already lying on the floor, breathing hard, her body wet with my spit and her own juices.

Meena: "Sunny... no... this is too much. My heart is beating so fast. I feel like I will faint."

Sunny: "Don't faint, Meena didi. Just feel my hand. It is warm, see?"

I put my hand on her stomach. Her skin was like velvet, but jumping with nerves. I moved my hand down, slowly, until I touched her soft, dark hair between her legs. She let out a loud, sharp gasp.

Meena: "OH! It’s... it’s so hot! Sunny, your hand !"

God Mother: "That is the life, Meena! That is the fire! Rajesh, keep going! Don't stop now, you lazy ox! Fuck her like you mean it!"

The sound of Mr. Tandon’s skin slapping against Mrs. Tandon’s heavy, shaking ass was like a drum.

Thwack, thwack, thwack.

Mr. Tandon: "I am, God Mother! I am! Sarita, you are so tight now! It’s like you are a teenager again! Ahhh!"

Mrs. Tandon: "YES! Ohhh, Rajesh! Fuck the stress out of me! God Mother, your milk is gave me so much strength! I can feel every inch of him! 
Meena, look at your father’s big lund (penis)! Look how it goes inside me! This is what you need too!"

Meena was crying and moaning at the same time. She looked at her father’s naked, hairy body pumping into her mother. Then she looked at me. Her eyes went down to my hard penis. She reached out a shaky hand and touched the tip.

Meena: "It... it is so wet. Why is it leaking, Sunny?"

Sunny: "Because it is happy to see you. It wants to go home inside you."

God Mother: "Then put it in! Meena, lie down!"

Meena lay back on the marble. She was crying softly, but she opened her legs. I crawled on top of her. Her small breasts - I grabbed them. They were so firm, like two small mangoes. I started sucking one, pulling the nipple hard.

Meena: "AAAHHH! SUNNY! Ohhh, it hurts but it feels so good! Mummy! Mummy, help me!"

Nobody responded.


I didn't wait any longer. I guided my hard cock to Meena’s opening. She was very tight, much tighter than the women I had been with before. I pushed hard.

Meena: "NO! STOP! IT’S TOO BIG! OHHHH GOD! IT’S TEARING ME!"

God Mother: "Push, Sunny! Break the wall! She needs to be broken to be fixed!"

Then I felt the pop as I went all the way in.

Meena: "AAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH! OH MY GOD! SUNNY! IT’S INSIDE! IT’S SO DEEP!"

She started screaming, a long, high-pitched noise that filled the whole hall. Her nails scratched my back, drawing blood. I started moving, pushing deep into her warm, tight tunnel.

Sunny: "How you feel now?"
Meena: "Yes... ohhh... yes! It’s so hot... it’s like a rod of fire! Ohhh! Mummy, I’m dying! I’m dying!"

Mrs. Tandon: "Ohhh, I’m going to climax again! I’m coming! I’M COMING!"

Mr. Tandon: "ME TOO! AHHDSHAH! GOD MOTHER!"

The hall became a madhouse of screaming and splashing sounds. I was pumping into Meena as fast as I could. Her small body was shaking under me. She wasn't crying anymore; she was moaning with a deep, dirty sound.

Meena: "FUCK ME, SUNNY! Ohhh, give me all of it! Don't save anything! I want to be full like Mummy!"

I felt my own climax building. It was huge, like a volcano. I pushed my penis as deep as it would go, hitting her cervix, and let go.

Sunny: "AHHHH! TAKE IT, MEENA! TAKE ALL THE PRASAD!"

I felt my hot cum shooting into her in big, pulsing waves. I stayed pushed against her, emptying everything I had into her young body. Meena arched her back, her legs around my waist, her whole body vibrating as she climaxed for the first time in her life.

God Mother stood over us, smiling like a satisfied predator. She had a bottle of warm oil and a silk towel.

God Mother: "Perfect. The family is finally pure. Every heart is open."

She knelt down and started cleaning us both with the towel, her hands lingering on our private parts. 

Mr. and Mrs. Tandon were lying on the floor, tangled together, breathing like they had run a marathon.

Mrs. Tandon: "Thank you, God Mother. Oh, thank you. You brought Rajesh back to me. He is a tiger again. My Yoni feels like a garden now."

Mr. Tandon: "I feel twenty years younger. God Mother, we will do anything for you. Our house is your house."

I watched them. They were getting dressed, looking at each other with so much love and hunger. They looked happy, but I felt a sudden coldness in my chest. I watched Meena putting her white robe back on. She looked at me one last time, her eyes different, older, darker. She blew me a kiss and followed her parents out of the hall.

As the car drove away with the Tandons, the big house felt too quiet. I looked at the God Mother, who was sitting back on her throne, fixing her saree.

Sunny: "God Mother?"
God Mother: "Yes, my shona?"
Sunny: "I... I want to go back to my mom. I miss her so much. I want to see her face."

I was thinking about my mom, Rina. I wondered if she was being "healed" like Mrs. Tandon. I felt a lump in my throat. I had seen so much but suddenly, I just felt like a little boy who wanted his mother’s hug, not as a teacher, but just as her son.

God Mother looked at me for a long time. She saw the tears in my eyes. She didn't get angry. She walked over and pulled my head into her lap.

God Mother: "I understand, Sunny. Always remember where he came from. Your mother has finished her first stage of healing. She is ready for you."

Sunny: "Really? Can I see her now?"

God Mother: "Tomorrow morning. We will go to the retreat center. You have done a great job with the Tandons. You deserve your reward. Tonight, you sleep in my arms, and tomorrow, I give you back to Rina."

I closed my eyes, feeling her hand on my head. I was happy, but I was also scared.

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Scene 83

The Tandon family had left, and the place felt quiet and strange. It was 8 PM, and we had just finished a heavy dinner of rich curries and sweets. My stomach was full, and I felt a bit heavy. I went to the big, marble washroom to urinate. Like my mother Rina always taught me, I didn't lock the door. She was always scared I would get stuck inside. I just pushed to close the door a little bit.


As I was standing there, watching the stream of urine hit the pot, the door pushed open. It was the God Mother. She was wearing a white silk saree. She didn't look away. She stood there and watched me, a small, dark smile on her face.

God Mother: "Everything is so beautiful about you, Sunny. Even this."

I felt shy, and I tried to finish quickly. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there.

God Mother: "Wait, beta. Let me help you. You are still a child, you don't know how to empty yourself properly."

Sunny: "Help? But God Mother, I am okay. I am finished."

God Mother: "No, no. Some drops always stay inside. It is not good for you. Come here."

She walked behind me. I could feel her big breasts pressing against my back. They felt like two warm, soft pillows. She reached around and put her hand underneath, grabbing my sack. She started pressing it softly, her gold rings feeling cold against my skin.

God Mother: "See? If I press like this, every last drop comes out. You must be completely clean for the morning. None of it must remain."

She kept pressing and rubbing, and I felt more drops coming out. It felt strange, but I let her do it. When I was finally done, I reached for my shorts to pull them up. But she grabbed my wrists.

God Mother: "No. Not yet. Why are you in such a hurry to hide from me?"

She pulled my shorts all the way down to my ankles. I was standing there completely naked in the middle of the washroom. There were still a few tiny drops of urine on the tip of my penis. She didn't look disgusted. She looked like she had found a treasure.

God Mother: "You are so pure. Even your waste is like holy water to me."

Suddenly, she bent her knees and knelt on the cold marble floor. She leaned forward and started licking my stomach. Her tongue was hot and rough. I started giggling because it felt funny and tickled.

Sunny: "Stop, God Mother! It tickles!"

God Mother: "Beta. This is a very important cleaning."

She went lower. She started kissing my pelvis, her lips moving over my skin with a lot of pressure. Then, she moved to my penis. She didn't use her hands. She used her tongue to lick away the tiny drops of urine from the tip. She licked the whole length, then moved down to my balls, licking them all over until they were soaking wet with her spit. She was making loud, wet noises.

Slurp. Schlop. Slurp.

She stayed down there for a long time, sucking my sack into her mouth and then licking the area behind it. I felt my penis getting hard again. She looked up at me, her face wet, her eyes looking very sad and emotional.

God Mother: "Sunny... please. Don't leave me tomorrow. Stay here in this palace. Why do you want to go back to that small life?"

Sunny: "But... I miss my mom. You said I could see her."

God Mother: "I will bring her here! I will give her a room! But stay with me. I have so much more to give you. I have five Rolls Royces! I have gold! I can give you anything you want!"

She stood up and hugged me tight. I was naked, and she was still in her saree. I could feel her heart beating very fast against my chest.

God Mother: "Look at my breasts, Sunny. See how big they are? They are full of milk just for you. No other boy in the world gets this. If you stay, I will feed you everyday. I will let you do anything to me. You saw what I did with Mr. Tandon? I will let you be the master. I will be your slave."

I felt a shiver go down my back. I looked at her big, white face. She looked desperate.

Sunny: "I... I am scared, God Mother."

God Mother: "Scared? Of me? Why, my shona? Why are you scared of the woman who loves you so much?"

Sunny: "Everything is so big here. And the things you make people do... like the Tandons. It was like magic, but it was also scary. My mom never did those things. I just want things to be normal again."

God Mother pulled me toward the big bedroom. She pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. She started unpinning her saree. It fell away, and she was completely naked. Her breasts were big, hanging down over me with big, dark nipples that were already leaking.

God Mother: "Normal? Sunny! Normal is for people like the Tandons before they met me. They were dead! I made them alive! Don't you feel alive when you are inside me? Don't you feel like a king when I lick your feet?"

She grabbed my hand and put it between her legs. She was soaking wet, like a river.

God Mother: "Feel this! This is because of you! I feel like the most powerful woman in this country, and I am leaking like a teenage girl because of a boy. Doesn't that make you feel powerful? I will cater to every need you have. You want to play games? I will buy you the biggest computer. You want to see the world? We will go in my private jet."

She started rubbing her body against mine. Her skin felt like hot silk.

God Mother: "Tell me you won't leave. Tell me you will stay and drink my milk forever. If you leave, I will miss you so much. I will become sad. Do you want to kill your God Mother?"

Sunny: "I don't want to kill you... but I just miss my mom and her hug. The real hug. Not the 'healing' hug."

God Mother stopped moving. She looked at me with a strange, dark look. Then she smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

God Mother: "Fine. You are scared because you think I am taking you away from her. But what if I told you that your mother Rina wants this for you? What if she is happy that her son is a king?"

Sunny: "I don't know. I want to ask her."

God Mother: "You will ask her tomorrow. But tonight... tonight you are mine. You are going to help me with my 'fever' one last time. If you are really going tomorrow, then give me everything tonight. Don't save even one drop."

She pushed my legs apart and sat on me. She guided my penis inside her. She let out a loud, long scream of pleasure that echoed through the whole dark house.

God Mother: "Ohhh! Yes! This is the only trust we need! Fuck me, Sunny! Fuck your God Mother so hard that I forget my own name!"


She started moving her hips like a machine. Slap, slap, slap. Her giant breasts were bouncing, hitting my face. I grabbed them and started biting the nipples.

God Mother: "YES! Bite me! Hurt me! I love it! Tell me you love my big tits! Tell me you love my wet chut (cunt)!"

Sunny: "I love it! I love you, God Mother!"

I was caught in her spell again. The fear was gone, replaced by the heat and the noise. I pumped into her as hard as I could, my small body shaking with the effort. She was talking dirty the whole time, telling me how she wanted to keep my seed inside her forever, how she wanted to be my mother.

God Mother: "I’m coming! Sunny, I’m coming! Give it to me! Empty it! AHHHHH!"

She squeezed me so tight I thought my bones would break. I let out a loud cry and climaxed deep inside her. We both fell back, gasping for air. The room was silent again.

God Mother: "See? There is nothing to be scared of. We are one. Now, sleep, my boy. Tomorrow... tomorrow we see Rina."

I fell asleep with my face pressed against her big, wet breast in my mouth. I was happy, but in my dreams, I could still hear the sound of the washroom door pushing open, and the feeling of her hand on my sack, taking everything I had.

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Scene 84

I woke up with a big smile on my face. The sun was coming through the curtains of the palace, and all I could think about was my mother, Rina. I was imagining her hug, her normal clothes, and how I would tell her about my new silk shirts. I finished my breakfast, toast and fresh juice, all by myself because God Mother was busy on the phone. Then, it was time to leave.

We walked to the big black Rolls Royce. The driver opened the door, and the cold air from the AC hit my face. God Mother was already sitting inside. She was wearing a red silk saree today, and her gold jewelry was clicking as she moved.

God Mother: "Come here, Sunny beta. Sit near me. Don't sit so far away like a stranger."

I sat next to her, and immediately the car started moving. The glass was black, so no one could see us. She pulled me close and put her arm around my neck. She pulled my head right onto her left breast. It was so big and soft, and it smelled like perfume and warm milk.

God Mother: "Are you happy today? You are going to see a very special person."

Sunny: "Yes, God Mother! I missed my mom so much. I want to show her my new clothes."

God Mother: "Of course, of course. But before that, we have to make a small stop. An urgent meeting, beta. You remember Mansi? She has been working so hard for the Project. She brought you to me, and that was the biggest gift. I have to give her a reward today."

Sunny: "Mansi Aunty? Is she also at the retreat center?"

God Mother: "No, no. She is at her own house. We will have lunch there. It is a very big day for her. You like Mansi, don't you? She was your second teacher."

Sunny: "Yes, I like her. She was very kind to me."

She leaned down and gave me a soft, slow kiss on my lips. Her tongue tasted like the vanilla coffee she drank in the morning. I was so happy about seeing my mom that I kissed her back with a lot of energy.

God Mother: "That's my tiger. See? You are so full of love. Mansi will be so happy to see how much you have grown in just a few days."

We reached a huge bungalow with giant white pillars and a big garden. It looked almost as big as the God Mother’s palace. The car stopped, and God Mother took out her phone.

God Mother: "Mansi, we are downstairs. Open the door."

A minute later, the front door flew open. Mansi Aunty came running out. She looked very nervous, her face was a bit pale. She was wearing a thin, transparent nightgown with a silk robe over it, like she had just jumped out of bed. When she saw the Rolls Royce, she quickly opened the car door and bowed low.

Mansi: "God Mother! I... I didn't know you were coming to my house! Please, please come inside. I am so honored!"

God Mother: "Relax, Mansi. I told you, I am very happy with your contribution. You gave me Sunny, and that is a service I can never forget. It is time for your reward."

We walked into her living room. It had white leather sofas and a big glass table. Mansi was shaking a little bit. She looked at me and then at God Mother.

Mansi: "God Mother, can I... can I have your Prasad? I have been waiting for your blessing for so long."

God Mother smiled and sat on the main sofa. She spread her legs a little bit, letting her red saree slide up.

God Mother: "Not yet, Mansi. First, look at Sunny. Look at him. Sunny, go to your teacher. Show her what you have learned."

I walked to Mansi. She was still my teacher, and I felt a bit shy, but she reached out and pulled me into her lap as she sat on a chair. Her body felt very soft, and I could feel her heart thumping against my back.

Mansi: "Oh, Sunny! You look so handsome in this silk. You look like a different boy! God Mother, he smells just like you now."

God Mother: "He is me, Mansi. And today, he is going to help me give you the 'Level 2' blessing. You have been a good girl, helping with Rina and bringing Sunny to the palace. You deserve it."

Mansi started playing with my hair. Her hands moved down to my neck and then inside my shirt.

Mansi: "Sunny, do you remember our lessons? Do you remember how I taught you to be a good boy?"

Sunny: "Yes, Mansi Aunty. You told me that sharing comfort is the most important thing."

Mansi: "Exactly. And today, I am very hungry for comfort. God Mother, please... I have been missing it so much...."

God Mother slowly unbuttoned her red blouse. Her ig breasts, even bigger than Mansi’s, popped out. The nipples were dark and already leaking a little bit of white milk.

God Mother: "Come, Mansi. Drink. But while you drink, Sunny will take care of you, down there. We will make a circle of energy in your own house."

Mansi let out a loud moan and scrambled to the floor. She crawled to God Mother’s feet and looked up like a thirsty dog. She didn't waste any time; she grabbed God Mother’s breast and started sucking ferociously.

Slurp. Gulp. Slurp.

Mansi: "Mmmph... God Mother... it is so sweet! Ohhh, I wanted this so much! I have seen you with so many others, you love everyone."

God Mother: "Sunny, don't just watch. Mansi is your teacher. She taught you how to use your tongue, didn't she? Now, show her what you have learned. Remove her robe."

I stood up and pulled the robe off Mansi’s shoulders. Underneath, her nightgown was so thin I could see her dark nipples and the hair between her legs. I pulled the nightgown up. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She was already soaking wet, her legs shaking as she continued to suckle from God Mother.

Sunny: "Mansi Aunty, you are leaking so much."

Mansi: "Ohhh... Sunny... yes! I am so excited! God Mother visiting me... and you... ohhh! Put your tongue there! Clean me like a good student!"
I knelt behind Mansi while she was buried in God Mother’s chest. I moved my face close to her private part. It smelled like roses and a sharp, hungry musk. I started licking her, my tongue moving fast over her clitoris.

Mansi: "AAAAAAAHHHHH! YES! SUNNY! Oh God, your tongue is so strong now! God Mother, what did you do to him? He is like a machine! Ohhh!"

God Mother: "Mansi! I made him the king! Suck her hard, Sunny! Make her scream so the neighbours hear!"

I started sucking her clitoris, making loud, wet noises. Mansi was bucking her hips against my face, her hands gripping God Mother’s thighs so hard her nails left marks.

Mansi: "I’M COMING! GOD MOTHER! I’M COMING! AHHHHHH!"

She climaxed with a loud, jagged scream, her body shaking as she continued to drink the milk. It was a crazy sight,my teacher drinking from the 
God Mother while I ate her from behind.

God Mother: "This is your reward, Mansi! This is what you will receive now from 'level 2' rewards! Sunny, move to the front. She needs to feel the 'Lingam' of her favorite student."

Mansi turned around, her face covered in God Mother’s milk and her own tears. She looked at me with wild, hungry eyes.

Mansi: "Sunny... please. Put it in. I’ve been thinking about this desperately. I want to feel the your energy inside me!"

I didn't wait. I stepped out of my silk trousers and stood there naked. My penis was hard and pulsing. Mansi grabbed it with her wet hands and started licking the tip, her eyes locked on mine.

Mansi: "It is so big now! Ohhh! Sunny, fuck your teacher! Fuck me for being such a good girl for the Project!"

I pushed into her, and she let out a long, high-pitched moan. We were on the white leather sofa now, and God Mother was sitting right next to us, touching us both, her hands moving over our sweating bodies.

God Mother: "Yes! This is the lunch I promised! Feel the heat! Mansi, you are finally part of the inner circle!"

I pumped into Mansi, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the big bungalow. I forgot all about my mother Rina for a moment. All I could feel was the heat of Mansi and the powerful gaze of the God Mother watching us.

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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.

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Auntie's Touch

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Scene 86

It was evening now, and the light of the sun was dying as the Rolls Royce purred towards the retreat centre. I was sitting in the back, my body still feeling heavy and hot from the “lunch” we had at Mansi Aunty’s bungalow. I was wearing my silk trousers and a fresh shirt. God Mother sat next to me, her silk saree rustling every time the car hit a bump, her hand resting firmly on my thigh to remind me I was hers and hers alone.

Sunny: “God Mother, will we really see my mom soon? I can feel my heart jumping in my chest.”

God Mother: “Patience, beta. Rina is finishing her healing. She is becoming soft, like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. But before that, we have work to do.”

As we reached the gates, I gasped. There were hundreds of people lined up along the driveway, families gathered in the flickering twilight, holding flowers and looking at the car like we were bringing healing to them. They were all waiting for the “Darshan,” for a taste of the Prasad. The driver didn’t stop; we went through the back gate, the VIP entry where the security guards bowed so low their heads almost touched the gravel. We took the lift up to the top floor, the silence of the machine making the tension between the three of us feel like a barrier. When the doors opened, God Mother led me toward a small, private changing room, leaving Mansi Aunty standing in the hallway.

I could see Mansi Aunty’s face before the door closed. She looked desperate, her energy shifting from the teacher I knew to a woman who wanted to be a mother more than she wanted to breathe. She was leaning against the wall, her hands clutching her own chest as if she could feel her natural milk leaking out into her silk saree.

Inside the room, it was cool and smelled like roses. God Mother walked straight to the large mirror, her eyes sharp as she looked at her reflection.

God Mother: “Sunny, beta. I must be perfect before I meet my subjects. But I also need my comforts.”

Without taking her eyes off me in the mirror, she unpinned her saree, letting the silk slide down her body and pool on the carpet like a silver cloud. Then she unfastened her blouse, one button at a time, her large, massive breasts popping out, heavy and already weeping. She reached out and grabbed her own breasts, her hands kneading the soft, white flesh, her dark nipples standing up stiff and swollen.

God Mother: “Oh, Sunny. Just a small taste before I meet families to help them. I need your energy to fill me up.”

She leaned down toward me, her face hovering inches from mine, her breath smelling of raw hunger. I didn’t wait; I took out my tongue and started suckling, my mouth closing around the dark circle of her nipple. The milk was thick, hot, and sweet, rushing down my throat in big, greedy gulps. She was leaking so much it was staining my silk shirt, but she didn’t care.

God Mother: “Now the other one as well, beta. Take it full in your mouth.”

I moved my mouth to the other big breast, my hands wrapping around her waist as I hugged her. She was giving me so much love, her heart thumping against my cheek like a drum. I could feel her body shivering as I drank her powerful, thick nectar. This was the first time I had been with her alone right before she went into public, and the secret felt heavier than ever.

God Mother: “Now the final prasad.”

She pulled my head away, her lips finding mine in a long, deep kiss that tasted like wet and warm. She bit my lower lip as she pulled back, a tiny drop of blood meeting the milk on my chin. Then, she quickly began wearing her new clothes, applying her makeup with practised grace until she looked like a saint again. She took my hand and we went outside to the main hall, where the big throne sat behind heavy golden curtains.

The first family to enter was the Singhs. They were four of them: Mr. Singh, who was about 38 and looked very wealthy in his sharp suit, Mrs. Singh, who was around 36 and beautiful with a round face, and their two daughters, who looked simple and innocent. They looked desperate, the kind of people who have everything but feel like they have nothing. Mr. Singh stepped forward and placed a cheque for 10 lakh rupees on the table, his hands shaking.

Mr. Singh: “Mother, we are here for a blessing. I want a third child… a son to carry my name. But Rupa… she says her body is too tired.”

The curtains closed, sealing the world away and making the room dim and private. God Mother didn’t speak with words at first. She looked at each of the four members, her gaze lingering on the daughters, who were shivering in the heavy silence.

The Prasad offering began with an uninhibited ferocity. God Mother didn’t just bless them; she claimed them. She pulled the daughters toward her first, their eyes wide with a mix of shock and devotion as her lips met theirs, her tongue moving deep into their mouths. They tried to move their heads away at first, their bodies stiff because this was something they were not used to, but God Mother held them by the hair, her touch firm and absolute.

Mrs. Singh watched with a pale face, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she stepped closer, her voice a shaky surrender.

Mrs. Singh: “Complete the prasad. We need the blessing. Do not move.”

Following the mother’s command, the two daughters were guided into God Mother’s lap. I watched as God Mother unfastened her silk blouse again, her enormous breasts spilling out into the girls’ faces. She fed them both, one on each nipple, their mouths forced to accept the rich, creamy nectar of her body. Mr. Singh was sitting on the floor, his face red, his breath coming in jagged gasps as he watched his family being taken over by the source of all love.

Then, God Mother looked at Mrs. Singh, her eyes glowing like embers.

God Mother: “Rupa, the sadness in your womb is because your heart is blocked. You need a cure. You need to let Sunny, standing over there, take the sadness away from you. It will only take two minutes. Everyone, close your eyes.”

The hall went silent as everyone obeyed. I walked forward, my heart thumping against my silk shirt. God Mother reached out and began unbuttoning Mrs. Singh’s blouse, one by one while she was feeding both her daughters - their eyes closed, until the fabric fell away. Mrs. Singh was wearing a brown bra that looked tight against her full, round breasts. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and a low, shaky sigh escaped her lips.

God Mother pushed the brown bra up, exposing the heavy, white skin and the dark, stiff nipples. She looked at me and nodded. We both moved in at once, our wet tongues touching her skin at the same time. For two minutes, we suckled together, God Mother on one nipple and me on the other, our mouths making loud, wet slurping noises in the quiet hall.

Mrs. Singh started making noises, her breathing becoming faster and more ragged. After a few seconds, she wasn’t shivering anymore; she was enjoying it. She reached out and put her hand on my head, her fingers tangling in my hair to pull me closer, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, a fever of desire that was finally being released.

When the time was up, the lady of the house covered herself, her face flushed and her eyes hazy with peace. She bowed low before the throne, her voice a whisper of total devotion. The daughters stood up from God Mother's breasts wiping their lips. God Mother covered her chest.

Mrs. Singh: “Thank you, Mother. The weight is gone. I want a private service. When can I come back?”

God Mother: “Tomorrow at 8 PM. And don’t forget to bring your entire family. The healing is just beginning.”

Mrs. Singh looked at me and gave me a long, deep kiss on my lips, her mouth still tasting warm, before the family left the curtains. The curtains opened, and the sounds of the next family waiting flooded in.

Mansi Aunty was still standing outside the curtain, her eyes fixed on us with a frantic, desperate look. I could see the sweat on her forehead. She didn’t want the bungalow anymore; she wanted the heat of the Project, the chance to have my seed inside her until she was bursting. She was watching the curtains, waiting for her next turn to be “the teacher” in this temple of uninhibited love.

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I asked sunny current age

This is something even I don't know as I am just writing in past tense.

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Auntie's Touch

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Scene 87

It was evening, hundreds of people waiting outside. After the Singh family left, my body was still buzzing, my skin feeling sensitive under my silk trousers. We were still in the hallway when the second family of the night was in, the Guptas. They looked rich but broken. Mrs. Gupta was about 30, with a very soft, pretty face and a heavy body that looked like it was made for motherhood, but her eyes were red from years of crying. Their problem was simple and painful: Mrs. Gupta had not been able to get pregnant even after five years of marriage.

God Mother sat back on her throne, her silk saree clinging to her curves. She looked at them with that sharp, predator like gaze that felt like it was peeling away their clothes.

God Mother: “Five years is a long time to stay empty, Mrs. Gupta. Tell me the truth, Does your husband have a fertility issue, or can he simply not get it up?”

Mrs. Gupta looked down at her hands, her voice a small, shaky whisper.

Mrs. Gupta: “He… he is unable to get it up, Mother. We have tried everything, but he is always like a cold stone.”

Mr. Gupta was standing in the corner, a thin man with nervous eyes who wouldn’t look at anyone. He didn’t say anything, just stared at the marble floor.

God Mother: “I have a solution. But first, I must know what is wrong.” She looked at Mr. Gupta, her eyes narrowing. “Mr. Gupta, tell me, are you interested in women at all?”

Mr. Gupta: “Yes… of course, Mother.”

But looking at his face, I could tell God Mother had her doubts. She didn’t believe him for a second. In order to test her theory, she signalled for the heavy golden curtains to come down, sealing us into a dark, hot world of silk and secrets. She stood up and walked toward him, her powerful form visible under the thin silk of her saree. She put her hands on Mr. Gupta’s penis, her fingers kneading the fabric of his trousers. Then, she gave him her “Prasad,” her mouth closing around his lips in a long, deep kiss while her hand worked him relentlessly. She kept going for two minutes, the wet sounds of her mouth and the frantic rhythm of her hand filling the silence, but he didn’t even get an erection. He stayed soft, his body shivering with fear rather than desire.

God Mother pulled back, her lips wet, her eyes flashing with a cold, divine anger. She asked him again, her voice a low vibration that made the floor tiles tremble.

Mr. Gupta: “I… I am sorry, Mother. I am not interested in women… I have different tastes. I have tried to be ‘proper,’ but my heart is elsewhere.”

Mrs. Gupta began crying loudly, her hands over her face. She begged for help, saying her life was a waste. God Mother invited her to stay in the Ashram and leave the Gupta family behind, telling her that her that she didn’t deserve to be alone. Listening to this, she got incredibly emotional, her whole body shaking with relief. God Mother then called Mansi from outside and told her to take Mrs. Gupta and wait outside the curtains.

God Mother: “Mansi, we will take this child to Parking Level B3. A new lot is waiting there. For now wait outside.”

So far, only Pallavi had access to the B3 parking, but now Mansi had been upgraded, her eyes shining with the pride of being part of the inner circle.

Mr. Gupta was still standing there, looking down at the floor, his face pale. Mrs. Gupta had left, but God Mother was still a little angry.

God Mother: “You lied to me, Mr. Gupta. You wasted my time with your impotency.”

Mr. Gupta: “I am sorry, Mother. But it was really hard for me to tell anyone. Society won’t accept me… what would I tell my family?”

He seemed lost, a man without a place. God Mother provided him with a solution, she told him he would be moved to the “Men’s Wing” of the Project, where his “different tastes” would be used to heal other men who were lost in the same lies. He would no longer be a husband, but a “Brother of the Inner Circle”. She gave Mr. Gupta a phone number and he left.

For the next few hours, it was a blur of devotion. God Mother saw a few more families, her “Prasad” flowing like a river, her hands and mouth working to break the blockages in their souls. She was tireless, her body radiating a heat that made the whole hall feel like an oven.

But the crowd outside was getting bigger. I could hear them through the walls, hundreds of people chanting slogans, their voices rising in a rhythmic roar that sounded like a storm. It was too much to handle one by one. Mrs. Gupta had been waiting too, it was 7 PM and getting late for the B3 Parking session. God Mother finally stood up, her red saree dishevelled, and she stepped out of the curtains. She held a microphone, her voice booming through the speakers and over the heads of the waiting masses.

God Mother: “My children! You crave love, but you are afraid of the truth! You hide your hunger behind the walls of your houses! Today, I command you to open your hearts! Accept these flowers from the baskets, they have been blessed with my energy. Let them take your sadness away until we meet again!”

Then, right there in front of the cheering, gasping crowd, she did something completely uninhibited. She reached for me and pulled me close, her hands quickly unbuttoning her blouse in the middle of her speech. She let her enormous breasts spill out, the dark nipples weeping with the heavy, sweet milk of the Project. In front of hundreds of people, she guided my head to her breast and let me suckle, showing the world that she was indeed everyone’s mother. The crowd went silent, then erupted into a roar of “Mother! Mother!” as they saw the raw, physical truth of her love.

Mansi was standing outside the curtain with Mrs. Gupta, her face flushed with a new, frantic desire. Now God Mother and I were walking toward them, the golden light of the hallway making us look like divine beings. We entered the lift, and God Mother pressed the button for B3.

God Mother: “Time to open your mind and see love as it is, Mrs. Gupta. The basement is where the truth is finally born.”

As the lift descended, I felt the waves coiling in my belly. We were heading into the dark, but I knew that for Mrs. Gupta and for us, the light was just about to be turned on.

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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.