Fantasy Breastmilk tradition of Walvan

[RajuWalvan]

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[Aabhi123]

Update 32

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm golden hue across the village, Priya adjusted her dupatta and stood, brushing her salwar lightly. “I should get going now,” she said softly, glancing at Sujata and Manisha.

Raju, who had been listening intently, rose from his seat. “I’ll drop you home,” he offered, his tone calm but genuine.

Sujata exchanged a glance with Manisha, a faint smile curving her lips. “Of course,” Sujata said warmly. “Raju, make sure she gets home safely. And don’t forget to stop by Leela’s house—she wanted to see you.”

Manisha nodded with a smirk. “And come back soon,” she added playfully.

Raju nodded, holding the door open for Priya. The two stepped out into the cool evening air, the faint scent of flowers lingering as they walked down the quiet path toward her home.

As they strolled, Raju broke the silence. “Life in Mumbai is hectic,” he began, his hands tucked into his pockets. “Balancing work and personal life is a challenge. That’s why I decided to come back to Walvan after my mother passed away. I needed some clarity.”

Priya turned to him, her eyes filled with understanding. “I’ve heard so much about your mother,” she said gently. “She was a strong, graceful woman. Everyone speaks highly of her.”

Raju smiled faintly, his gaze fixed ahead. “She was my biggest inspiration,” he replied, his voice tinged with emotion.

Priya continued, her tone thoughtful. “Someone once described her to me. Tall, with a fair complexion, always dressed in elegant sarees that turned heads wherever she went.”

Raju chuckled softly. “Yes, she had a way of carrying herself that left an impression on everyone,” he said.

As they reached Priya’s house, she stopped, turning to face him. “Your journey is inspiring,” she said sincerely.

“Thank you, Priya,” Raju replied, his tone warm. “Take care.”

Priya nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips as she stepped inside. Raju waited until the door closed behind her before turning and heading toward Leela’s house.

The walk to Leela’s home was quiet, with the distant sounds of children playing and the occasional rustle of leaves accompanying him. When he knocked on the door, Leela opened it, her expression shifting from surprise to composure in seconds.

“Oh, Raju,” she said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her surprise. “Come in. I have something for you to take to your aunts.”

From inside the house, her husband’s voice called out. “Who’s there, Leela?”

“It’s Raju,” she replied quickly, her tone steady. Turning to Raju, she added, “Come with me to the storeroom. What I need to give you is kept there.”

Raju followed her through the modest house to the small, dimly lit storeroom at the back. The air was thick with the scent of spices and dried grains. Leela moved quickly, her hands fidgeting with the folds of her saree.

Before Raju could ask, she turned to him abruptly, unhooking her blouse in one swift motion. Her blouse fell away, revealing her full, rounded breasts. Her dark nipples were slightly hardened, contrasting against her lighter skin.

“You need this, don’t you?” she whispered, stepping closer and guiding his face toward her chest.

Raju hesitated, his breath catching, but her urgency and the familiarity of the act compelled him. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her nipple before latching on.

Leela exhaled softly, her fingers cradling the back of his head as she held him close. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice low. “Drink slowly.”

Raju suckled steadily, his warm lips drawing gently as her breathing evened out. Her free hand rested lightly on his arm, her touch firm yet soft.

“You’re very different, Raju,” she whispered, her tone soft and reflective. “Gentler than your grandfather.”

Before the moment could deepen further, her husband’s voice broke through the quiet. “Leela! Did you find what you were looking for?”

Leela tensed, pulling away quickly and adjusting her blouse and saree with practiced efficiency. “Yes, I found it!” she called out, her voice steady despite her flushed cheeks.

Turning back to Raju, she leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Sorry, I have to go,” she said, her voice hushed but sincere.

She grabbed a metal plate, wrapped it in a cloth, and handed it to him. “Take this to Sujata,” she said firmly, her expression softening. “And be careful.”

Raju nodded silently, stepping out of the storeroom as Leela composed herself. Her husband barely glanced at them as Raju exited the house, the evening air cooling his flushed face as he walked back toward home.
into night. After returning from Leela’s house, Raju handed over the wrapped plate to Sujata in the kitchen. She gave him an approving smile, her eyes briefly scanning his face for any signs of unease.

“Leela must’ve been happy to see you,” Sujata said warmly, placing the plate on the counter.

Raju nodded, his voice soft. “Yes, Mausi. She said to send her regards.”

Manisha entered the kitchen, her saree slightly loose from the day’s work. “Dinner is done,” she announced, her tone light. “Let’s all rest now.”

As they prepared for bed, Raju noticed Sujata and Manisha exchanging glances. Sujata approached him, her voice soft but firm. “Beta, aaj hum tumhare saath soenge,” she said.

Raju blinked, surprised. “Why, Mausi?”

Manisha stepped closer, her expression calm. “You’ve been through a lot lately, and we want to be here for you,” she said. “You need comfort, and we can provide that.”

Without further discussion, the three made their way to Raju’s room. The small space was dimly lit by a single lantern on the bedside table. Sujata sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting her saree as she glanced at Raju.

“Come here, beta,” she said softly, patting the space beside her.

Raju hesitated, but the warmth in her tone reassured him. He sat down, his posture stiff as Sujata leaned closer, her hand brushing lightly against his shoulder.

“Relax,” Sujata murmured, her voice soothing.

Manisha, who had been standing near the doorway, approached the bed. She unhooked her blouse, letting it fall open as she adjusted her saree. “Raju,” she said gently, “you need this.”

Sujata followed suit, loosening her pallu and unhooking her blouse. Both women settled on either side of him, their presence grounding yet intimate.

Manisha guided his head to her chest, her hand cradling him as she spoke softly. “You’ve been carrying so much, beta,” she murmured. “It’s time to let it go.”

Raju latched on tentatively, his lips forming a gentle seal around her nipple. Manisha exhaled softly, her fingers stroking his hair as she leaned back slightly.

On his other side, Sujata waited patiently, her exposed chest rising and falling with steady breaths. When Raju shifted, releasing Manisha, Sujata leaned in, guiding him toward her.

“Here, beta,” she said quietly, her tone filled with warmth.

Raju latched onto Sujata, his hooth warm against her skin as he nursed. Sujata cradled his head, her hand tracing soothing patterns on his back. “You’re safe with us,” she whispered.

The room was filled with quiet intimacy, the rhythmic sounds of Raju nursing creating a calming atmosphere. Manisha leaned back against the headboard, her hand resting lightly on Raju’s shoulder as she watched him relax.

As the night deepened, the three lay intertwined on the bed. Raju’s breathing grew slower and steadier as he drifted off, his head resting against Sujata’s chest.

Manisha smiled faintly, adjusting her saree. “He needed this,” she said softly.

Sujata nodded, her hand gently stroking Raju’s hair. “We’re here for him,” she replied, her voice filled with quiet resolve.

The room remained peaceful, the bond between them strengthened in the quiet moments of care and connection.

The golden morning light crept through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. Raju stirred slightly, his body nestled between Sujata and Manisha. His head rested gently against Sujata’s chest, her arm draped protectively over him. Manisha lay close on his other side, her hand resting lightly on his arm.

The soft rhythm of their breaths filled the quiet room, mingling with the faint chirping of birds outside. Sujata was the first to wake. She glanced down at Raju, his face still pressed lightly against her, his lips brushing her saree-covered chest where he had nursed earlier. Her lips curved into a gentle smile, and she softly stroked his hair.

“Beta, wake up,” she whispered, her voice tender and warm.

Raju stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he blinked up at her. “Good morning, Mausi,” he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep.

Sujata chuckled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Good morning,” she replied. “Did you sleep well?”

Before Raju could respond, Manisha shifted beside him, her eyes slowly opening. She stretched lightly, her saree slightly disheveled from the night. Her gaze softened as she saw Raju sitting up.

“You’re awake early,” she said teasingly, her voice still laced with sleep.

Raju sat up fully, his movements unhurried. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing between them. “I didn’t want to disturb you both,” he said softly.

Manisha smiled faintly, reaching out to pat his arm. “You didn’t disturb us,” she said. “In fact, I think we all slept better together.”

Sujata adjusted her saree as she sat up, her blouse slightly creased from where Raju had rested his head. She placed a hand gently on his shoulder. “You seemed so at peace last night,” she said. “That’s all we wanted.”

Raju glanced down, his expression softening. “I felt… safe,” he admitted. “Thank you.”

Manisha leaned closer, brushing her hand over his cheek. “Beta, you don’t need to thank us,” she said warmly. “We’re your family. This is what we’re here for.”

Sujata’s gaze softened further as she smoothed her saree. “And don’t forget,” she added with a playful smile, “it’s our duty to take care of you. Always.”

As the three moved to rise from the bed, Sujata adjusted the pillows and folded the blanket neatly. She glanced at Raju, her tone gentle. “Go freshen up, beta. Breakfast will be ready soon.”

Manisha nodded, her eyes still watching Raju closely. “We’ll make something light and refreshing for you,” she said, her tone encouraging.

Raju gave a faint smile, his posture relaxed as he headed toward the bathroom. The quiet click of the door closing left the two women alone in the room.

Sujata turned to Manisha, her voice dropping to a whisper. “He feels lighter today,” she said, her tone tinged with relief.

Manisha adjusted her pallu, her expression thoughtful. “Last night was important,” she replied. “He needed that comfort.”

Sujata nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “We’ll make sure he always has what he needs,” she said firmly.

The two women left the room, moving toward the kitchen to prepare the morning meal. Their bond with Raju, and with each other, felt stronger, their shared care a source of quiet pride and mutual understanding.

Nice way to help Raju ease in.

 

[Aabhi123]

Update 33

The afternoon sun bathed the house in a warm glow, casting soft shadows across the living room. Sujata and Manisha were seated on the cushioned mat, chatting softly while preparing the lunch. The faint aroma of freshly cooked rice and vegetables lingered in the air.

Raju sat nearby, his demeanor calm but reflective. Sujata noticed his distant expression and exchanged a glance with Manisha.

“Raju, beta, come here,” Sujata called gently, patting the space beside her.

Raju stood and walked over, his movements slow, as though weighed down by his thoughts. He sat down, leaning slightly against Sujata, who immediately began to adjust her saree.

“You look lost,” Manisha said, her tone light yet curious. “What’s on your mind?”

Raju hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Manisha Chachi, Sujata Chachi'” he began, his voice steady but soft, “I wanted to tell you… my vacation is over. I’ll be leaving the village tomorrow.”

The room fell silent for a moment. Sujata paused, her hands resting on her lap, while Manisha’s expression softened into quiet understanding.

“You’ve decided?” Sujata asked, her voice steady but tinged with sadness.

Raju nodded. “Yes, Chachi. I need to get back to work, and life in Mumbai,” he said, glancing between them. “But I’ll never forget these days here.”

Manisha reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “Beta, we knew this day would come,” she said softly. “But it doesn’t make it any easier.”

Sujata nodded, her eyes glistening as she smiled faintly. “You’ve reminded us of so much—family, love, and care,” she said. “And we’re proud of you for everything you’re doing.”

Manisha adjusted her saree, unhooking her blouse slightly. “Before you go,” she said with a small smile, “let us take care of you one more time.”

Sujata followed suit, loosening her pallu as she guided Raju to lean against her. “Come, beta,” she murmured, her voice filled with warmth.

Raju hesitated for a moment but then leaned into Sujata, his head resting against her chest. She cradled him gently, her hand brushing through his hair as she guided him to nurse.

“You’ll always have a place here,” Sujata said softly as Raju latched on, his lips forming a firm seal around her nipple.

Manisha watched with a faint smile, her hand lightly stroking Raju’s back. “You’ve grown so much, but you’re still our Raju,” she said.

The quiet intimacy of the moment enveloped the room as Raju nursed, his breathing steady and his body relaxing. Sujata held him close, her touch filled with tenderness, while Manisha offered quiet support.

When Raju finally pulled back, he looked at them with a faint smile. “I’ll miss this,” he said sincerely.

Sujata leaned down to kiss his forehead, her eyes warm with affection. “We’ll miss you too,” she said. “But we know you’ll make us proud.”

Manisha nodded, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “You’ll always be welcome here, no matter how far you go,” she said.

The three of them sat quietly for a moment, the bond between them unspoken yet deeply felt.
The sky deepened into twilight as Priya approached Raju’s veranda, her steps light yet purposeful. She stopped at the edge of the porch, hesitating for a moment before calling softly, “Raju?”

Raju looked up from where he sat on the bench, his thoughts momentarily interrupted. Seeing her, his expression softened into a warm smile. “Priya,” he said, standing up, his tone laced with surprise. “You came.”

“I had to,” she said, stepping closer. Her dupatta slipped slightly from her shoulder as the evening breeze played with it, but she barely noticed. “You’re leaving tomorrow… I couldn’t let you go without saying goodbye.”

Raju gestured toward the bench. “Come, sit,” he said, his voice gentle.

She sat beside him, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, the quiet punctuated only by the occasional chirping of crickets.

“I’ll miss this place,” Raju said after a moment, his voice soft. “And… I’ll miss you.”

Priya turned to him, her eyes glistening in the dim light. “I’ll miss you too,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “You’ve been… different, Raju. Gentle. Understanding. You made these days feel… special.”

Raju’s hand hesitated before it reached out, brushing against hers lightly. Her fingers twitched but didn’t pull away. Emboldened, he clasped her hand gently, his touch warm and steady.

“Priya,” he said, his voice low but earnest, “you’ve been special too. You made this place feel more like home.”

Priya’s lips parted, her breath catching as she looked at him. “Raju,” she whispered, her voice almost inaudible.

He leaned closer, his gaze locked with hers. “Can I?” he asked softly, his face inches from hers.

Her response was a faint nod, her eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed against hers. The kiss was tentative, filled with the hesitation of a first connection but deepened by the emotions that had been quietly building between them.

Her free hand moved hesitantly to his chest, resting there as if to anchor herself in the moment. His thumb gently caressed the back of her hand, grounding them both in the intimacy of their shared space.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested against each other, their breaths mingling in the cool evening air.

“I don’t want this to end,” Priya murmured, her voice trembling.

Raju smiled faintly, his hand moving to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “It doesn’t have to,” he said. “I’ll carry this with me, no matter where I go.”

She bit her lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Take care of yourself, Raju,” she whispered.

“I will,” he said, his tone steady but laced with emotion. “And you… you take care too.”

Priya slowly stood, adjusting her dupatta as she prepared to leave. Her fingers lingered on his hand for a moment before she stepped away.

Raju watched her until she disappeared into the fading light, his heart heavy yet full. He sat back on the bench, the memory of her touch and the warmth of her presence lingering long after she was gone.

Ohh no. Raju leaving to city What happens to him next.???

 

[Veejayy83]

Very nice bro... Good going. Any chance raju will stay back at village. Or do we expect any twist.... We wish raju to continue village life

 

[Aabhi123]

Yes we need Raju to enjoy the village fully

 

[RajuWalvan]

Last update

The night was quiet, a soft breeze carrying the faint scent of jasmine through the open window. Raju sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his packed bag, its presence a stark reminder that his time in the village was coming to an end. His thoughts swirled with memories of the past days, the people he’d connected with, and the comfort he’d found in this house.

A light knock on the door broke the silence. “Beta, can I come in?” Sujata’s voice, gentle and familiar, carried through.

“Come in, Chachi,” Raju replied, his tone subdued.

Sujata entered, her saree slightly disheveled from the long day. Her pallu draped loosely, revealing the soft curve of her shoulder. She looked at Raju, then at the packed bag, and her expression softened. “Tomorrow, huh?” she said quietly, sitting beside him.

Raju nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor. “Yes,” he murmured. “It feels strange… like I’m leaving something behind.”

Sujata placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, her touch warm and reassuring. “You’re not leaving anything behind, beta,” she said softly. “You’re carrying it with you, in here.” She tapped lightly on his chest.

After a moment, she shifted, adjusting her pallu and unhooking her blouse with a practiced ease. “Come here,” she said, patting her lap, her voice tender.

Raju hesitated, his eyes flicking to her exposed chest. Her breast, full and soft, rested naturally, her darkened nipple standing out against her skin. “You’ve had a long day,” Sujata said, her tone coaxing. “Let me take care of you.”

Slowly, Raju moved closer, resting his head against her thigh. Sujata cradled his head with one hand, guiding him gently toward her chest.

“Latch on, beta,” she whispered, tilting his chin slightly upward.

Raju’s lips brushed against her nipple, warm and hesitant at first. He opened his mouth, forming a gentle seal around her areola. The first pull was tentative, but as the familiar warmth filled him, his body began to relax.

Sujata exhaled softly, her hand stroking his hair. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Take your time.”

The rhythm of his nursing was steady, the soft sound blending with the night’s quiet hum. Sujata leaned back slightly, her fingers tracing slow, soothing circles on his back. “You’ve grown so much,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with emotion. “But moments like this remind me you’ll always be my little one.”

Raju closed his eyes, his breathing evening out as he drew comfort from her. Occasionally, his hands moved instinctively, one resting lightly on her saree-covered waist. Sujata smiled faintly, adjusting her position to lie down beside him.

“Let’s make you more comfortable,” she said, guiding him to her other breast. She gently cupped her breast, offering it to him as he latched again. His lips were warm, his pull steady but gentle.

The hours slipped by in a cocoon of quiet intimacy. Sujata’s touch was constant, her hands alternating between stroking his hair and brushing his back. Her voice, soft and steady, filled the room with quiet reassurances.

“You’ll always have a place here,” she whispered. “No matter how far you go.”

Raju didn’t reply, but the way he nestled closer, his head pressing against her chest, spoke louder than words.

By the time the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, Raju had drifted off to sleep, his head still resting against Sujata. She glanced down at him, her heart swelling with both love and sadness.

“Goodbye isn’t forever, beta,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. “We’ll always be here.”

She adjusted his blanket, her movements careful not to wake him, and lay back, her fingers gently brushing through his hair as the morning sun slowly painted the room in gold.

The morning sun rose steadily, casting a warm golden glow across the quiet village. Raju stood near the threshold of the house, his packed bag resting beside him. His uncles, Sumit and Sanjeev, joined him, their faces a mix of pride and subdued sadness.

“You ready?” Sumit asked, his voice steady but tinged with emotion.

Raju nodded, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. “Yes, Chacha. I’m ready,” he replied, though the heaviness in his voice betrayed his words.

Sujata and Manisha stood nearby, their sarees neatly draped, though their expressions reflected the bittersweet nature of the moment. Sujata stepped forward, holding a small cloth bag with care.

“This is for the journey,” she said softly, handing it to Raju.

Raju peeked inside and found a bottle of milk nestled carefully, the creamy liquid a symbol of their love and care. He looked up at Sujata, his eyes glistening.

“You didn’t have to—” he began, but Manisha interrupted with a smile.

“We wanted to,” she said. “You’ve always found comfort in us, and this is a little way to remind you that we’re still with you, even on the road.”

Raju held the bag close, his voice catching. “Thank you,” he said, his gratitude evident.

The uncles led him toward the waiting jeep. The drive to the bus stop was quiet, punctuated only by the occasional hum of the engine and the rustling of trees lining the dusty road.

As they approached the bus stand, the small crowd of travelers and vendors came into view. The sound of engines idling and faint chatter filled the air. The bus to Nagpur was already parked, its blue and white exterior gleaming under the morning sun.

Sumit parked the jeep and turned to Raju. “This is it,” he said quietly.

Sanjeev helped unload Raju’s bag, placing it near the bus. He clapped a hand on Raju’s shoulder, his grip firm but comforting. “Mumbai is waiting for you,” he said, his voice filled with encouragement. “I'm proud of you.”

Raju nodded, his throat tight as he tried to find the right words. “Thank you… for everything,” he said, his gaze shifting between his uncles.

Sumit pulled him into a brief but heartfelt hug. “We’ll always be here for you,” he said, his voice low.

Sanjeev followed suit, his tone lighter to ease the mood. “And don’t forget to visit us again—next time, don’t wait so long,” he joked, though his eyes glistened slightly.

The bus conductor called out, signaling the final boarding. Raju picked up his bag and the bottle of milk, taking a deep breath.

“Take care, Chacha,” he said, his voice steady despite the lump in his throat.

“You too, beta,” Sumit replied.

As Raju climbed onto the bus and found his seat, he looked out the window. His uncles stood by the roadside, waving at him with proud yet wistful smiles. He clutched the bag tightly, the weight of the bottle inside a tangible reminder of his family’s love.

As the bus pulled away, the village scenery began to blur, but the memories of the past days remained vivid in Raju’s heart. He leaned back in his seat, holding onto the warmth of his family’s love and the lessons they’d imparted.

 

[RajuWalvan]

Very nice bro... Good going. Any chance raju will stay back at village. Or do we expect any twist.... We wish raju to continue village life

No he won't. But will be posting another story

 

[RajuWalvan]

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[LaluYadav]

Update 25

The cool evening breeze wafted through the open veranda, mingling with the rich aroma of freshly brewed tea. The family sat together around a low wooden table, cups in hand, as the soft glow of the setting sun bathed the space in golden hues. Sujata poured tea into the last cup and handed it to Sumit, who was seated cross-legged beside Sanjeev.
Manisha leaned back on a cushion, her saree draped loosely, sipping her tea as a gentle smile played on her lips. The conversation among the adults was light and comforting, with Sujata and Sumit occasionally teasing Sanjeev about his forgotten errands.
As the conversation flowed, Raju appeared at the entrance, his movements slow and hesitant. He lingered for a moment, he remembered the last night and the softness of Sujata's nipple. He was aware that, both his aunts had stopped feeding his Father and Grandpa and they had enough milk. He wanted to feed under the cover of their saree like his cousins. His eyes scanned the scene and located Manisha, she was a more emotional one who would not stop his advances. He thought of playing with her breasts as he did a few nights back. Her breasts were more firm and softer as she was younger like Sanjivani. He thought to himself will she help him. She caught his gaze, her smile deepening as she extended her hand toward him.
“Come here, beta,” she said warmly, patting the cushion beside her.
Instead of sitting, Raju stepped closer and knelt beside her, his eyes fixed on his cousin who was already on her breasts. Slowly, he rested his head on her shoulder, his body leaning into hers as though seeking refuge. Manisha’s arm instinctively wrapped around him, her fingers brushing through his hair.
“Chachi,” Raju whispered, his voice barely audible, “can I-?”, cupping her breast in both hands.
The words sent a ripple through the room, quieting the light chatter. Manisha froze for a moment, her heart tightening at the vulnerability in his voice. She cupped his cheek gently, tilting his face up to meet her tear-filled eyes.
“You don't have to ask, beta,” she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. “Come here, help yourself.”
Setting her cup aside, Manisha removed her pallu, exposing her large breasts, her son already occupied the left breast. She held her breath while Raju removed her blouse, exposing the full, creamy right breast. Her dark, prominent nipple was already slightly engorged, and she guided Raju’s head gently toward it. Raju mesmerized by the size and perfect structure of her areola.
Under the cover, Raju kissed her nipple before he engorged her full areola, Raju’s body visibly relaxed, his arms coming around her waist as he nestled closer. Manisha cradled him, her hand resting on the back of his head as she stroked his hair in slow, soothing motions.
Sumit and Sanjeev exchanged glances, their expressions softening as they watched the tender moment. Sumit broke the silence, his voice low and filled with admiration. “He has started to enjoy this,” he said. “More than anything else.”
Sujata nodded, her gaze fixed on Raju. “Sometimes love is about giving what’s needed in the moment,” she said softly.
Raju’s pulls were steady but unhurried, his eyes closing as he nursed. He felt the softness of her nipple in his mouth. Occasionally he pressed her breast inpretext to regulate the flow. Manisha gave a kiss to his forehead, her tears slipping down her cheeks. “You’re getting brave, beta,” she murmured. “ You dont have to hurry, you can drink my milk as long you want.”
Sanjeev cleared his throat, his voice lightening as he spoke. “Raju, you’re lucky to have your Chachi. She’s spoiling you, you know.”
Manisha shot him a mock glare, though her smile betrayed her amusement. “Let him be, Sanjeev,” she said. “He needs this more than you know.”
As Raju finished nursing, his lips released her gently, and he rested his head against her chest. Manisha adjusted her saree, wrapping her arms around him tightly as he leaned into her embrace.
“Thank you, Chachi,” Raju said softly, his voice muffled against her breasts.
Manisha kissed the top of his head, her fingers threading through his hair. “Anytime, beta,” she whispered. “You’re my heart.”


At night, as the women finished their kitchen chores, Raju emerged from his room. Sujata asked, “Are you hungry beta?”. Raju had his eyes fixed on Manisha and her large bosom. “Manisha chachi, can you…. help me- in my room?” he asked shyly. Manisha wiping her hand to her pallu, smiling at Sujata, “Sujata, can you please take care of rest?”. Sujata nodded her head. Raju held Manisha's hand and guided her towards his bedroom. Before she could settle, Raju started fondling her breasts from behind. Manisha though uncomfortable didn't stop him, she was willing to go the extra mile to satisfy her nephew, thinking his short stay, won't impact their house. As soon as she started to feel his penis poking on her back she gained her senses she took charge before things went out of hand. She held his both hands and asked, “Beta, let's settle down on bed,”. Raju though engrossed in enjoying his aunts body, readily complied.
Manisha sat cross-legged on Raju’s bed, her saree adjusted loosely over her shoulder. Raju lay with his head resting in her lap, his face turned slightly toward her as her fingers threaded gently through his hair. The rhythmic motion of her touch seemed to soothe him, his breathing deep and steady.
Her free hand rested lightly on his chest, feeling the soft rise and fall as he relaxed under her care. The faint scent of the jasmine oil in his hair lingered. She leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to his temple, her lips lingering against his warm skin. Her actions reminded him that she was his chachi, and not a pleasure toy.
But, Raju continued playing with her breasts, today he was more interested in kissing and feeling them. However, Manisha didn't mind or stopped him, which encouraged him.
“Raju, beta,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, carrying a gentle warmth. “Can I ask tell you something?”
Raju stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers. His brows furrowed slightly as he sensed the weight in her tone. “What is it, Chachi?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with curiosity and trust.
Manisha hesitated for a moment, her hand pausing briefly in its soothing motion. She cupped his cheek, her thumb tracing slow circles along his skin. “There’s a function in the village in a few days,” she began carefully. “Sanjivani will be coming to attend.”
Raju’s body tensed slightly, his relaxed posture giving way to a subtle stiffness. He sat up slowly, his movements hesitant as he shifted to face her fully. “Sanjivani?” he repeated, his voice a mixture of surprise and yearning.
Manisha nodded, her gaze steady as she reached for his hand, her fingers intertwining with his. “Yes,” she said softly. “I thought you might want to see her. It’s been a while, and I know how much she means to you.”
Raju’s gaze dropped to their joined hands, his fingers tightening around hers. “I don’t know, Chachi,” he said quietly, his voice trembling. “What if she doesn’t want to see me? What if… I’ve failed her?”
Manisha’s heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. She leaned closer, her other hand reaching to cradle his cheek. Her thumb brushed away a stray tear that had slipped down. “Beta,” she said gently, her tone firm yet filled with tenderness, “Sanjivani loves you. She always has. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have done so much for you.”
Raju’s lips quivered, and he looked up at her, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “But I couldn’t stop what happened,” he whispered. “I should’ve done more to protect her.”
Manisha pulled him into her arms, cradling him against her chest. His head rested against her shoulder, and she held him tightly, her hand stroking his back in slow, soothing circles. “You did nothing wrong, Raju,” she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. “What happened wasn’t your fault. Sanjivani would never blame you for it.”
Raju clung to her, his arms wrapping around her waist as his tears dampened her saree. “I miss her so much,” he choked out. “She made me feel like I mattered.”
Manisha pressed her cheek against the top of his head, her lips brushing his hair. “I know, beta,” she said softly. “I know you miss her. And I’m sure she misses you too. That’s why this could be a chance to see her, to tell her how you feel.”
Raju pulled back slightly, his tear-streaked face meeting hers. “Do you think she’d want to see me?” he asked, his voice filled with hesitant hope.

Manisha cupped his face in both hands, her thumbs wiping away his tears. “I think she’d be overjoyed to see you,” she said with a small, reassuring smile. “But it’s your choice, Raju. Take your time to decide. Whatever you choose, we’ll stand by you.”

Raju nodded slowly, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers. “Thank you, Chachi,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.

Manisha kissed his forehead, then his temple, her hands gently caressing his cheeks. “You’re my heart, Raju,” she said softly. “All I want is for you to be happy.”

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Update 31

The afternoon sun cast warm, golden light into the quiet home as Sujata entered with Dadaji, who seemed visibly relaxed. She set her bag down on a stool, her movements light and cheerful.
“I have brought Baba, from Prabhas home,” she said, smiling as she helped him settle onto a cushioned mat. “He is enjoying it.”
Dadaji chuckled softly, his tone content. “Prabha is a goddess,” he said. “She knows how I want and how long I want her breasts.”

Sujata shook her head, amused, before turning her attention to Raju, who was sitting by the window, staring into the distance. “And you Raju, How is Priya?”

Raju turned to her, a faint smile on his lips. “She is nice, Chachi,” he replied. “I think I like her.”

Sujata’s smile widened, a hint of pride in her expression. “I'm happy you are making friends,” she said warmly.

Before the conversation could continue, Manisha entered the room, her expression thoughtful and serious. She glanced at Raju and then at Sujata. “Sujata,” she began, her voice firm but calm, “Can you feed Raju, its time.”

Sujata blinked, her cheeks faintly pink. “Now?” she asked hesitantly.

Manisha nodded, crossing her arms. “Yes, Now,” she replied. “I don't want him to get bored with my breasts, he needs change.”
Sujata didn’t hesitate. She moved to a corner of the room, unhooking her blouse and sliding the fabric from her shoulder. Her bra followed, its straps slipping down as she adjusted herself. Her breasts, full and slightly tender, were now exposed.
“Come, beta,” she said softly, patting the space beside her.

Raju hesitated, glancing at Manisha for guidance. Before he could move, Manisha raised a hand. “Stop,” she said firmly. “Take this to the bedroom, I can join later.”

Sujata nodded, gathering her saree before leading the way to the bedroom. Raju followed quietly, his steps careful. Manisha brought up the rear, closing the door behind them.

Inside, the bedroom was dimly lit, with thick curtains blocking out most of the sunlight. Sujata reclined on the bed, adjusting her saree to make herself comfortable. She lay on her side, her body turned toward Raju as she gestured for him to come closer.

“Come, beta,” she murmured, her voice soothing and inviting.

Raju knelt beside her, his movements hesitant but deliberate. Sujata cradled his head with one hand, guiding him to her breast. Her nipple brushed against his lips, and he latched on, his lips sealing gently around her areola.

Manisha leaned against the wall, watching them with a thoughtful expression. “Sujata,” she said softly, “Raju, must understand.”

Sujata glanced at her, tilting her head in curiosity. “What?” she asked.

Manisha stepped closer, her tone firm but affectionate. “Raju, beta,” she said, addressing him directly. “Priya is an innocent girl. I dont want to find you sucking her breasts”

Raju paused his nursing briefly, looking up at her with wide eyes.

Manisha continued, her gaze steady. “Something are better behind closed doors,” she explained. “If you feel any urges, you should come to us.”

Sujata nodded, brushing Raju’s hair back as he latched again. “Manisha is right, beta,” she said softly. “And you can ask us for anything"

Manisha moved to the bed, sitting on its edge. “Raju,” she added, her tone softening, “We know, you get aroused whenever we let you suck our breasts. That is normal for a boy at your age”

Raju nodded slightly, his cheeks faintly flushed. Sujata smiled, leaning down to kiss his temple. “My breasts are available for you,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth. “We are doing this for you.”

The room settled into a calm rhythm as Raju continued to nurse, Sujata holding him close while Manisha watched with quiet approval

The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the open windows, casting a warm glow on the modest yet inviting living room. Raju sat cross-legged on the floor near the entrance, his thoughts restless as he awaited Priya’s arrival. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, smoothing the fabric over his chest as he heard the soft knock on the door.

Standing on the threshold was Priya, her figure framed by the golden light. She wore a fitted salwar kameez in a pastel shade that complemented her glowing complexion. The fabric hugged her slim frame, the contours of her figure subtly revealed as she adjusted her dupatta over her shoulder. Her eyes, lined with a hint of kohl, sparkled with curiosity and shyness.

“Namaste,” she said softly, her voice carrying a melodic warmth.

“Namaste,” Raju replied, stepping aside to let her in, his heart skipping slightly at the sight of her.

As Priya entered, her gaze swept across the room, taking in its simple yet cozy decor. She noticed Sujata and Manisha bustling in the kitchen and offered a polite smile.

“Namaste, Mausi ji,” Priya greeted Sujata, her tone respectful and clear.

Sujata turned, her warm eyes lighting up as she saw Priya. “Namaste, beta,” she replied, wiping her hands on the edge of her saree. Her saree’s fabric was soft and slightly worn, the pallu slipping occasionally to reveal the curve of her neckline. “Come, we were just talking about you.”

Priya blushed slightly, adjusting her dupatta again as she sat on the mat. Her slender fingers smoothed the fabric of her kameez over her knees, her posture demure yet composed. Raju sat beside her, his gaze flicking nervously between her and his aunts.

Manisha joined them, her keen eyes studying Priya closely. Manisha’s saree, tightly pleated and neatly tucked, accentuated her hourglass figure, her pallu draped low on one shoulder. Her blouse, snugly fitted, revealed just enough to hint at the swell of her chest.

“Priya,” Manisha began, her tone kind but measured, “You both have become good friends in short time.”

Priya nodded, her voice soft but steady. “Yes mausi, he is very nice. I love talking with him.”

Manisha exchanged a glance with Sujata, who smiled knowingly. Sujata’s saree shifted slightly as she adjusted her seat, revealing the outline of her curves under the thin fabric.

“We know,” Sujata said with a chuckle. “Raju, know his way around.”

The conversation flowed easily, with Priya growing more comfortable. She laughed softly at Sujata’s jokes, her lips parting to reveal straight, pearly teeth. Her hands, adorned with simple glass bangles, gestured delicately as she spoke about her family and studies.

Raju couldn’t help but notice the faint sheen of sweat on her collarbone, where her dupatta had slipped slightly. The curve of her neck and the gentle rise of her chest were accentuated as she adjusted her posture.

After a while, Sujata stood. “Let me bring snacks for everyone.” she said, heading toward the kitchen.

Manisha leaned slightly closer to Priya, peaking at her exposed cleavage, her tone softening. “Beta, You have grown in a beautiful young women”

Priya hesitated briefly, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dupatta. “I dont know, I'm still the same child you know,” she said. “I try to take care of me and my body.”

Manisha nodded approvingly, her gaze steady. “I can see,” she said. “But remember more than external beauty, one must be caring, lovable from inside.”

Priya smiled, her eyes briefly meeting Raju’s before she replied, “I know, Mausiji.”

Sujata returned with a tray of chai and snacks, placing it on the low table. Her pallu draped to reveal her big bosom.

Priya’s cheeks turned pink as she sipped her chai, her lips leaving a faint mark on the rim of the cup. Raju watched her, his heart fluttering at her shy glances and soft laughter.

The room was filled with warmth, gentle teasing, and the easy flow of conversation. The connection between Priya and Raju deepened under the watchful and approving eyes of Sujata and Manisha, marking the beginning of a bond that could shape their future.

Priya sat cross-legged on the cushioned mat, listening intently as Sujata spoke, her gentle voice laced with pride.

“Raju will return to mumbai in next few weeks,” Sujata said, her eyes soft with affection.

Priya nodded, her delicate fingers adjusting the hem of her dupatta over her shoulder. “I think he should stay, our village life is more relaxed” she said softly, her voice carrying admiration.

Sujata chuckled, pouring more chai into her cup. “You are right,” she said, her tone warm. “And we both have become accustomed to his presence.”

Just then, Manisha appeared at the doorway, her eyes briefly scanning the room before settling on Raju. “Raju,” she called, her voice light but firm, “I need you in kitchen.”

Raju looked up from his spot on the mat, nodding silently before standing up and following her. Priya’s gazes lingered on him for a moment before she turned to Sujata, curiosity evident in her expression.

“Mausi ji, why manisha mausi called him to kitchen?” Priya asked, tilting her head slightly.

Sujata smiled knowingly. “He is on a special diet,” she replied, her voice casual but amused. “We take special care of him.”

“Special diet?” Priya repeated, her brows knitting together.

“Haan,” Sujata explained, setting her cup down. “He takes some special things for his health and energy. Mumbai's routine is hectic, so this helps him maintain balance here.”

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Raju leaned against the counter as Manisha turned to him, her movements deliberate and practiced. “Someone is busy today” she said teasingly, her fingers unhooking the top of her blouse.

“Chachi, Im okay,” Raju said hesitantly, his hand brushing the back of his neck.

Manisha raised an eyebrow, her tone soft but firm. “This is our routine beta,” she said, adjusting her saree and letting her blouse fall away from her shoulder. Her breast, full and slightly tender, was now exposed, the darker shade of her nipple standing out against her fair skin.

“Open your mouth,” she instructed gently, tilting his chin upward with her fingers.

Raju hesitated but then leaned in, his hooth brushing against her nipple before he latched on. Manisha exhaled softly, her hand resting on the back of his head as she guided him. “Suck,” she murmured, stroking his hair. “Imagine, you are sucking Priya’s breasts.”

As Raju suckled, his lips forming a firm seal around her nipple, Manisha’s fingers traced gentle circles on his back. “Aise hi… bas relax karo,” she said softly, leaning slightly against the counter for support.

Back in the living room, Priya glanced toward the kitchen, her curiosity deepening. “Mausi ji, what is in his diet?” she asked.

Sujata smiled, leaning back slightly. “Beta, its mostly milk,” she replied. “We give fresh milk.”

Priya nodded thoughtfully. “You are so caring,” she said softly, her tone filled with respect.

In the kitchen, Raju finally pulled back, his lips slightly damp, and his breathing steady. “Okay, Chachi,” he murmured, his cheeks faintly flushed. “I'm full.”

Manisha chuckled, adjusting her blouse and pallu. “Theek hai,” she said lightly. “Remember, no indecent behavior with Priya.”

As Raju returned to the living room, Priya looked up, a soft smile gracing her lips. Sujata continued sharing anecdotes about his life in Mumbai, while Manisha quietly joined them, her expression calm yet observant.

The afternoon unfolded in a comfortable rhythm, with the house enveloped in warmth, understanding, and quiet care.

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