Update 8
Managing both Ramesh and Ravi’s feedings became a delicate balancing act for Suhana. Ramesh, ever eager, clung to her without hesitation, demanding his usual comfort. His focus was singular—milk. He suckled freely, his hands gripping her skin in familiarity, fully immersed in the nourishment and warmth she provided.
Ravi’s presence, however, added a layer of complexity—his need was hidden, his requests silent yet understood. It was never just about milk for him. He was drawn to the experience itself, his curiosity driving him as much as his need. Unlike Ramesh, who was content feeding at usual places, Ravi’s requests came unpredictably, in unusual places—on the terrace when she was drying wet clothes, near the bathroom when she was alone, even in the fields when she thought no one was around. Most of the time, he would pop up out of nowhere, his hands reaching before she had a chance to react, pulling at her blouse without waiting for permission. Moreover, he would loose control over himself, while feeding, occasionally start humping Suhana, or put his hand on intimate area.
Late at night, when the house was quiet, Ravi would seek her out, his eyes filled with an unspoken longing. Suhana had to be cautious, ensuring no one suspected the unusual arrangement. She would stand near his room, her blouse loosened just enough for Ravi to lean in discreetly, while her husband remained unaware in the next room. Ravi’s behavior was different—his hands were not idle. Unlike Ramesh, who focused solely on drinking, Ravi would explore, letting his fingers trail along her skin, his palms pressing against the softness of her breasts. He would massage them, kneading gently as if testing their weight, fascinated by their warmth and fullness. At times, he would pull up her legs, and make her sit on his lap, touching her groin as he play with her breasts.
The challenge was in managing both their needs. Ramesh fed with purpose, his tongue pressing rhythmically, content in the act of suckling. Ravi, more restrained, took his time, his touches more hesitant but undeniably present. Suhana had to guide him carefully, ensuring he remained unnoticed, teaching him to latch quickly before anyone could walk in on them. She would often place a hand on his thigh, pressing his balls, stopping him when his exploration became too much, whispering a quiet reprimand to keep his focus. Yet, he grew bolder, pushing the boundaries each time.
Ravi, however, was persistent. Now and then, his hands would wander—hesitant at first, then lingering a moment longer than necessary. He would test the softness of her breasts, brush his fingers along the curves of her breast, or hold onto her ass with a firmer grip. Occasionally, he would cup her fully, applying slight pressure in a way that sent a shiver through her, forcing her to shift and remind him to be mindful. Each time, Suhana would correct him, redirecting his focus, but she knew he was testing his boundaries, learning how far he could go before she stopped him.
Ravi’s grip would tighten on her waist whenever he felt nervous, and she had to soothe him silently, stroking his back in reassurance. His growing boldness made her wary, yet she understood that his fascination stemmed from curiosity rather than intent. Every session carried a risk, but Suhana knew she had to maintain control, keeping Ravi’s secret safe while fulfilling both their unspoken needs.
Each day, the tension grew.
Managing both Ramesh and Ravi’s feedings became a delicate balancing act for Suhana. Ramesh, ever eager, clung to her without hesitation, demanding his usual comfort. His focus was singular—milk. He suckled freely, his hands gripping her skin in familiarity, fully immersed in the nourishment and warmth she provided.
Ravi’s presence, however, added a layer of complexity—his need was hidden, his requests silent yet understood. It was never just about milk for him. He was drawn to the experience itself, his curiosity driving him as much as his need. Unlike Ramesh, who was content feeding at usual places, Ravi’s requests came unpredictably, in unusual places—on the terrace when she was drying wet clothes, near the bathroom when she was alone, even in the fields when she thought no one was around. Most of the time, he would pop up out of nowhere, his hands reaching before she had a chance to react, pulling at her blouse without waiting for permission. Moreover, he would loose control over himself, while feeding, occasionally start humping Suhana, or put his hand on intimate area.
Late at night, when the house was quiet, Ravi would seek her out, his eyes filled with an unspoken longing. Suhana had to be cautious, ensuring no one suspected the unusual arrangement. She would stand near his room, her blouse loosened just enough for Ravi to lean in discreetly, while her husband remained unaware in the next room. Ravi’s behavior was different—his hands were not idle. Unlike Ramesh, who focused solely on drinking, Ravi would explore, letting his fingers trail along her skin, his palms pressing against the softness of her breasts. He would massage them, kneading gently as if testing their weight, fascinated by their warmth and fullness. At times, he would pull up her legs, and make her sit on his lap, touching her groin as he play with her breasts.
The challenge was in managing both their needs. Ramesh fed with purpose, his tongue pressing rhythmically, content in the act of suckling. Ravi, more restrained, took his time, his touches more hesitant but undeniably present. Suhana had to guide him carefully, ensuring he remained unnoticed, teaching him to latch quickly before anyone could walk in on them. She would often place a hand on his thigh, pressing his balls, stopping him when his exploration became too much, whispering a quiet reprimand to keep his focus. Yet, he grew bolder, pushing the boundaries each time.
Ravi, however, was persistent. Now and then, his hands would wander—hesitant at first, then lingering a moment longer than necessary. He would test the softness of her breasts, brush his fingers along the curves of her breast, or hold onto her ass with a firmer grip. Occasionally, he would cup her fully, applying slight pressure in a way that sent a shiver through her, forcing her to shift and remind him to be mindful. Each time, Suhana would correct him, redirecting his focus, but she knew he was testing his boundaries, learning how far he could go before she stopped him.
Ravi’s grip would tighten on her waist whenever he felt nervous, and she had to soothe him silently, stroking his back in reassurance. His growing boldness made her wary, yet she understood that his fascination stemmed from curiosity rather than intent. Every session carried a risk, but Suhana knew she had to maintain control, keeping Ravi’s secret safe while fulfilling both their unspoken needs.
Each day, the tension grew.
