Fantasy Breastmilk tradition of Walvan
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The house fell into a deep quiet as the night stretched on, each family member retiring to their respective rooms. The lights were dimmed, leaving only a faint glow in the corridors. Raju remained in his room, curled up on his bed, his face turned toward the wall
In the master bedroom, Sumit sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand through his hair. He glanced at Sujata, who was folding the last of the day’s clothes. “He shouldn’t be alone tonight,” Sumit said softly. “I’ll call him here to sleep with us.”
Sujata hesitated, her hands stilling for a moment. “You can try, I have enough milk for him” she said quietly. “But I doubt he’ll come. He’s been so distant all day.”
Sumit nodded and stood, walking toward Raju’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and he peeked inside. “Raju,” he called softly, his voice warm and inviting. “Come sleep with us tonight, beta. You shouldn’t be alone.”
Raju stirred slightly but didn’t turn. “I’m fine,” he muttered, his voice muffled. “I’ll stay here.”
Sumit frowned, stepping into the room. He crouched beside the bed, his tone gentle but firm. “You’re not fine, Raju,” he said. “But if you don’t want to come to our room, then we’ll stay here with you. You shouldn’t be by yourself right now.”
Raju didn’t respond, his body stiffening slightly under the blanket.
A few moments later, Sujata entered the room, carrying a spare pillow. She exchanged a glance with Sumit before setting the pillow on the bed. “We’ll sleep here tonight,” she said softly, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Sumit moved to the corner of the bed, leaning against the wall while Sujata sat beside Raju. She reached out, her hand brushing lightly over his hair. “Beta,” she murmured, “I know the incident with Sanjivani’s father-in-law scared you. But here, in our home, you can always ask me to feed you, anytime, anywhere. Once you leave for Mumbai, we won’t be there to care for you, and you might regret not embracing the sacred tradition of our family”
Raju turned slightly, thinking that if a woman in Mumbai had asked this of him, he would have compiled without hesitation. So why was he holding back now, especially with his stay being so short? His face remained partially buried in her bosom, his eyes revealing nothing, his expression carefully guarded.
Sujata let her pallu slide, pulling the blouse up with her fingers. The blouse slipped from her shoulders, revealing her smooth, large breasts. She leaned over him, cradling his head gently in her hands. “Come, beta,” she said softly, her voice soothing. “See how beautiful your Chachi's breasts are.”
Raju hesitated, his body tensing under her touch. But as Sujata guided him closer, pressing her nipple lightly against his lips, his resistance faltered. He latched tentatively, holding her nipple with his lips.
The position was awkward—Raju lying sideways, his head resting against her lap, while Sujata bent over him, her back slightly hunched. She shifted carefully, trying to make herself more comfortable without disturbing him.
Sumit watched quietly from the corner, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and relief. “Is he drinking?” he asked softly.
Sujata nodded faintly, her fingers brushing through Raju’s hair. “He is holding my nipple between his lips,” she whispered. “Not sucking, but that’s enough for me.”
Raju started drawing milk, moving his mouth to pull and release her large areola, his body, relaxing gradually as he nursed. Sujata leaned down further, cradling him closer despite the strain in her back. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, the quiet sounds of his sucking and releasing filling the room
Sumit adjusted his position, leaning forward to check. “Do you need help?” he asked, his tone gentle.
Sujata shook her head. “No,” she said softly, cradling her breast. “He just needs time. Let him take what he needs.”
Raju’s hand reached out from beneath the blanket, barely gripping the large covered breast as he continued to nurse. In any other circumstances, she would have scolded him but she kissed his temple, letting him enjoy the moment.
The night deepened, the stillness of the house amplifying the quiet connection in the room. Though the position was awkward and her back arched, Sujata remained steady, holding Raju close until his pulls slowed and his breathing softened into the rhythm of sleep.
Sumit reached over, pulling a spare blanket over them. “He’s calmer now,” he murmured. “That’s what matters.”
Sujata nodded, her gaze lingering on Raju’s face. “I'll stay here tonight,” she said, holding him. “He needs to know his Sujata chachi can go to the extent of comforting him.”
The room fell into a tranquil silence, the bond between them unspoken yet deeply felt as the night embraced them in its quiet comfort.
The soft light of dawn filtered through the windows, casting a golden glow over the quiet house. The faint sounds of birds chirping outside signaled the start of a new day, but the usual bustle in the kitchen was conspicuously absent.
Manisha, wrapping her pallu tightly over her shoulder, stepped into the empty kitchen and frowned.
Sujata wasn’t there, and the sight felt strange. Sujata was always the first to start the morning routine, preparing tea and organizing the day’s meals. Manisha wiped her hands on the edge of her saree, her brows furrowing.
“Where could she be?” Manisha muttered under her breath.
Deciding to check Raju’s room, she walked quietly down the hallway. The door was slightly ajar, and as she pushed it open, her eyes widened at the scene before her.
Sujata sat naked on the bed, her large breasts loose and her back supported by a pillow against the headboard. Her large naked breasts hung loose, one breasts leaking, indicating she feed from only one breast. Raju lay nestled against her, his head barely covering her bare breast. His lips were still latched to her nipple, though he was clearly in deep sleep. His hand, which had clutched her breast the night before, now rested limply on her lap.
Manisha’s mouth opened slightly in surprise, but she quickly composed herself, stepping inside and closing the door gently behind her. “You’re still here?” she whispered, her tone soft but curious.
Sujata looked up, her face calm though her eyes reflected a mixture of fatigue and tenderness. “He hasn’t let go,” she said quietly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Even in his sleep, he’s holding on.”
Manisha stepped closer, her gaze flicking between Sujata and Raju. “Did you sleep at all?” she asked, concerned creeping into her voice.
“Barely,” Sujata admitted with a faint smile. “Every time I tried to move, he stirred. I didn’t want to wake him—he was so peaceful, and after everything he’s been through…”
Manisha knelt by the bed, her hand resting lightly on Sujata’s arm. “You’ve done so much for him,” she said softly. “But you can’t carry this alone. I'll help—he needs us.”
Sujata nodded, her free hand gently stroking Raju’s hair. “I know,” she whispered. “But last night, he needed this. He needed to feel close, to feel loved.”
Manisha glanced at Raju, his face serene in sleep, and her lips curved into a faint smile. “He looks so calm now,” she said. “Like a different person from the boy we saw yesterday.”
Sujata leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Raju’s forehead. “He’s healing,” she murmured. “Slowly, but he’s healing.”
Manisha stood, adjusting her saree. “Don't worry about the kitchen,” she said gently. “I’ll get started with tea.”
As she turned to leave, Sujata’s voice stopped her. “Manisha?”
Manisha paused, glancing back at the sight of half naked sujata, her breasts hanging out with one held by Raju in his mouth.
“Thank you,” Sujata said, her voice filled with quiet gratitude.
Manisha smiled, her eyes warm. “We’re in this together,” she said simply before slipping out of the room.
The soft mid-morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Sujata stirred awake, her back slightly stiff from the long rest. She glanced down to find Raju still nestled against her chest, his face peaceful and relaxed. His head rested heavily on her breast, and his arms were loosely draped around her waist, as if even in sleep, he sought the comfort of her closeness.
Sujata’s hand cradled the back of his head, her fingers brushing lightly through his hair. She smiled softly, leaning down to kiss his temple. “Raju, beta,” she murmured, her voice tender. “It’s time to wake up.”
Raju stirred, his lashes fluttering as he opened his eyes slowly. He blinked up at her, his expression groggy but content. “Chachi,” he said, his voice thick with sleep. “Did I sleep too long?”
Sujata chuckled, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “You needed it,” she replied, smoothing his hair. “Come on, let’s freshen up. A bath will do us both good.”
Reluctantly, Raju sat up, stretching before following her to the bathroom. Inside, the sunlight streaming through the small window lit up the cool tiles, making the space feel warm and inviting. Sujata filled a large metal bucket with water, the sound of the stream echoing softly.
“Sit,” she said, motioning to a low stool.
Raju obeyed, sitting down as Sujata picked up the small mug and poured water over his head. The cool cascade soaked his hair, dripping down his shoulders. He sighed softly, tilting his head back.
“This feels nice,” he murmured.
Sujata laughed gently, moving closer. “Stand up now. Let me shampoo your hair.”
Raju stood, bending slightly to let her reach. She worked the shampoo into his hair, her hand massaging his chest, shoulder and then his penis. “You’ve grown so tall,” she said holding his penis. “It’s like trying to wash a tree.”
Raju grinned, holding her waist “You’re too small, Chachi, That’s the problem.”
She rolled her eyes, chuckling as she rinsed the soap from his hair. “Always so cheeky,” she said, playfully flicking water at him.
She asked Raju to sit on the stool. “I know the needs of a 25 year old boy”. “If you would have my milk growing up, you would have a bigger and larger penis like your younger cousins”. Holding his small penis between her thumb and index finger, “Let me release your tension. I don't want you getting aroused while feeding you”
She began stroking gently. “Don’t tell anyone about this. I’m just helping you, and it’s not sexual in any way,” she said softly. Raju nodded silently. Moments later, he came with force, spilling onto her fingers and hand. “That’s it, beta,” Sujata said calmly. Regaining his senses, Raju picked up the mug and poured water over her arm, a playful smile spreading across his face. “Your turn,” hoping his chachi would let him touch her.
Sujata shook her head, laughing softly. “It’s not your job to wash me. I’m supposed to care for you, not the other way around”, indicating there are boundaries to their relationship.
But Raju insisted, pouring water gently over her shoulders. Sujata gasped softly at the coolness, her laughter bubbling up. “Raju!” she exclaimed, swatting his arm lightly.
He grinned, pouring more water down her back. “You giggle like a little girl, Chachi,” he teased, his voice light.
Sujata removed her wet clothes and began lathering soap over her body. Her naked form captivated Raju, his eyes drawn to the flawless physique of a strong woman. Despite having breastfed both the children of the house and the elderly, her large breasts remained firm and perky. Unknowingly Raju started massaging her breasts which prompted them to release milk with a gushing sound. Raju decided at that moment, he would enjoy every part of their breasts while he was here.
Sujata shook her head, her cheeks flushed with laughter. “What are you thinking?,” she said, “Stop acting like your father, release my breasts.”
The light-hearted moment filled the room, their shared laughter echoing off the tiled walls. Once they were both clean, Sujata wrapped a towel around Raju before wearing her saree.
They made their way to the kitchen, where the aroma of freshly made food greeted them. Sujata prepared a plate for Raju and herself, and they sat together at the small dining table.
Raju ate with vigor, his appetite restored. As he finished a bite, he glanced at Sujata, his tone turning serious. “Chachi, what happened to Sanjivani wasn’t right. She was trying to feed me”
Sujata paused, setting her spoon down. “What do you mean, beta?”
Raju looked down at his plate, his voice low. “I think… I’m responsible for her. She cared for me in a way no one else did. And I didn’t realize how much it meant until she was gone.”
Sujata reached across the table, taking his hand in hers. Her fingers curled gently around him, her touch firm yet comforting. “It wasn’t your fault, Raju,” she said softly. “Sanjivani loved you, and she made her choices out of that love. She wouldn’t want you to carry this guilt.”
Raju’s eyes glistened as he met her gaze. “I just feel like I should have done more,” he said. “Like I owe her something.”
Sujata’s thumb traced soothing circles over his knuckles. “You should honor her care by being the person she believed in,” she said. “By being humble, strong, and caring—just like she is.”
Raju nodded slowly, his grip tightening on her hand. “I’ll try,” he said, his voice steady. “For her.”
Sujata leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “That’s all she would have wanted,” she said.
The house fell into a deep quiet as the night stretched on, each family member retiring to their respective rooms. The lights were dimmed, leaving only a faint glow in the corridors. Raju remained in his room, curled up on his bed, his face turned toward the wall
In the master bedroom, Sumit sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand through his hair. He glanced at Sujata, who was folding the last of the day’s clothes. “He shouldn’t be alone tonight,” Sumit said softly. “I’ll call him here to sleep with us.”
Sujata hesitated, her hands stilling for a moment. “You can try, I have enough milk for him” she said quietly. “But I doubt he’ll come. He’s been so distant all day.”
Sumit nodded and stood, walking toward Raju’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and he peeked inside. “Raju,” he called softly, his voice warm and inviting. “Come sleep with us tonight, beta. You shouldn’t be alone.”
Raju stirred slightly but didn’t turn. “I’m fine,” he muttered, his voice muffled. “I’ll stay here.”
Sumit frowned, stepping into the room. He crouched beside the bed, his tone gentle but firm. “You’re not fine, Raju,” he said. “But if you don’t want to come to our room, then we’ll stay here with you. You shouldn’t be by yourself right now.”
Raju didn’t respond, his body stiffening slightly under the blanket.
A few moments later, Sujata entered the room, carrying a spare pillow. She exchanged a glance with Sumit before setting the pillow on the bed. “We’ll sleep here tonight,” she said softly, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Sumit moved to the corner of the bed, leaning against the wall while Sujata sat beside Raju. She reached out, her hand brushing lightly over his hair. “Beta,” she murmured, “I know the incident with Sanjivani’s father-in-law scared you. But here, in our home, you can always ask me to feed you, anytime, anywhere. Once you leave for Mumbai, we won’t be there to care for you, and you might regret not embracing the sacred tradition of our family”
Raju turned slightly, thinking that if a woman in Mumbai had asked this of him, he would have compiled without hesitation. So why was he holding back now, especially with his stay being so short? His face remained partially buried in her bosom, his eyes revealing nothing, his expression carefully guarded.
Sujata let her pallu slide, pulling the blouse up with her fingers. The blouse slipped from her shoulders, revealing her smooth, large breasts. She leaned over him, cradling his head gently in her hands. “Come, beta,” she said softly, her voice soothing. “See how beautiful your Chachi's breasts are.”
Raju hesitated, his body tensing under her touch. But as Sujata guided him closer, pressing her nipple lightly against his lips, his resistance faltered. He latched tentatively, holding her nipple with his lips.
The position was awkward—Raju lying sideways, his head resting against her lap, while Sujata bent over him, her back slightly hunched. She shifted carefully, trying to make herself more comfortable without disturbing him.
Sumit watched quietly from the corner, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and relief. “Is he drinking?” he asked softly.
Sujata nodded faintly, her fingers brushing through Raju’s hair. “He is holding my nipple between his lips,” she whispered. “Not sucking, but that’s enough for me.”
Raju started drawing milk, moving his mouth to pull and release her large areola, his body, relaxing gradually as he nursed. Sujata leaned down further, cradling him closer despite the strain in her back. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, the quiet sounds of his sucking and releasing filling the room
Sumit adjusted his position, leaning forward to check. “Do you need help?” he asked, his tone gentle.
Sujata shook her head. “No,” she said softly, cradling her breast. “He just needs time. Let him take what he needs.”
Raju’s hand reached out from beneath the blanket, barely gripping the large covered breast as he continued to nurse. In any other circumstances, she would have scolded him but she kissed his temple, letting him enjoy the moment.
The night deepened, the stillness of the house amplifying the quiet connection in the room. Though the position was awkward and her back arched, Sujata remained steady, holding Raju close until his pulls slowed and his breathing softened into the rhythm of sleep.
Sumit reached over, pulling a spare blanket over them. “He’s calmer now,” he murmured. “That’s what matters.”
Sujata nodded, her gaze lingering on Raju’s face. “I'll stay here tonight,” she said, holding him. “He needs to know his Sujata chachi can go to the extent of comforting him.”
The room fell into a tranquil silence, the bond between them unspoken yet deeply felt as the night embraced them in its quiet comfort.
The soft light of dawn filtered through the windows, casting a golden glow over the quiet house. The faint sounds of birds chirping outside signaled the start of a new day, but the usual bustle in the kitchen was conspicuously absent.
Manisha, wrapping her pallu tightly over her shoulder, stepped into the empty kitchen and frowned.
Sujata wasn’t there, and the sight felt strange. Sujata was always the first to start the morning routine, preparing tea and organizing the day’s meals. Manisha wiped her hands on the edge of her saree, her brows furrowing.
“Where could she be?” Manisha muttered under her breath.
Deciding to check Raju’s room, she walked quietly down the hallway. The door was slightly ajar, and as she pushed it open, her eyes widened at the scene before her.
Sujata sat naked on the bed, her large breasts loose and her back supported by a pillow against the headboard. Her large naked breasts hung loose, one breasts leaking, indicating she feed from only one breast. Raju lay nestled against her, his head barely covering her bare breast. His lips were still latched to her nipple, though he was clearly in deep sleep. His hand, which had clutched her breast the night before, now rested limply on her lap.
Manisha’s mouth opened slightly in surprise, but she quickly composed herself, stepping inside and closing the door gently behind her. “You’re still here?” she whispered, her tone soft but curious.
Sujata looked up, her face calm though her eyes reflected a mixture of fatigue and tenderness. “He hasn’t let go,” she said quietly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Even in his sleep, he’s holding on.”
Manisha stepped closer, her gaze flicking between Sujata and Raju. “Did you sleep at all?” she asked, concerned creeping into her voice.
“Barely,” Sujata admitted with a faint smile. “Every time I tried to move, he stirred. I didn’t want to wake him—he was so peaceful, and after everything he’s been through…”
Manisha knelt by the bed, her hand resting lightly on Sujata’s arm. “You’ve done so much for him,” she said softly. “But you can’t carry this alone. I'll help—he needs us.”
Sujata nodded, her free hand gently stroking Raju’s hair. “I know,” she whispered. “But last night, he needed this. He needed to feel close, to feel loved.”
Manisha glanced at Raju, his face serene in sleep, and her lips curved into a faint smile. “He looks so calm now,” she said. “Like a different person from the boy we saw yesterday.”
Sujata leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Raju’s forehead. “He’s healing,” she murmured. “Slowly, but he’s healing.”
Manisha stood, adjusting her saree. “Don't worry about the kitchen,” she said gently. “I’ll get started with tea.”
As she turned to leave, Sujata’s voice stopped her. “Manisha?”
Manisha paused, glancing back at the sight of half naked sujata, her breasts hanging out with one held by Raju in his mouth.
“Thank you,” Sujata said, her voice filled with quiet gratitude.
Manisha smiled, her eyes warm. “We’re in this together,” she said simply before slipping out of the room.
The soft mid-morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Sujata stirred awake, her back slightly stiff from the long rest. She glanced down to find Raju still nestled against her chest, his face peaceful and relaxed. His head rested heavily on her breast, and his arms were loosely draped around her waist, as if even in sleep, he sought the comfort of her closeness.
Sujata’s hand cradled the back of his head, her fingers brushing lightly through his hair. She smiled softly, leaning down to kiss his temple. “Raju, beta,” she murmured, her voice tender. “It’s time to wake up.”
Raju stirred, his lashes fluttering as he opened his eyes slowly. He blinked up at her, his expression groggy but content. “Chachi,” he said, his voice thick with sleep. “Did I sleep too long?”
Sujata chuckled, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “You needed it,” she replied, smoothing his hair. “Come on, let’s freshen up. A bath will do us both good.”
Reluctantly, Raju sat up, stretching before following her to the bathroom. Inside, the sunlight streaming through the small window lit up the cool tiles, making the space feel warm and inviting. Sujata filled a large metal bucket with water, the sound of the stream echoing softly.
“Sit,” she said, motioning to a low stool.
Raju obeyed, sitting down as Sujata picked up the small mug and poured water over his head. The cool cascade soaked his hair, dripping down his shoulders. He sighed softly, tilting his head back.
“This feels nice,” he murmured.
Sujata laughed gently, moving closer. “Stand up now. Let me shampoo your hair.”
Raju stood, bending slightly to let her reach. She worked the shampoo into his hair, her hand massaging his chest, shoulder and then his penis. “You’ve grown so tall,” she said holding his penis. “It’s like trying to wash a tree.”
Raju grinned, holding her waist “You’re too small, Chachi, That’s the problem.”
She rolled her eyes, chuckling as she rinsed the soap from his hair. “Always so cheeky,” she said, playfully flicking water at him.
She asked Raju to sit on the stool. “I know the needs of a 25 year old boy”. “If you would have my milk growing up, you would have a bigger and larger penis like your younger cousins”. Holding his small penis between her thumb and index finger, “Let me release your tension. I don't want you getting aroused while feeding you”
She began stroking gently. “Don’t tell anyone about this. I’m just helping you, and it’s not sexual in any way,” she said softly. Raju nodded silently. Moments later, he came with force, spilling onto her fingers and hand. “That’s it, beta,” Sujata said calmly. Regaining his senses, Raju picked up the mug and poured water over her arm, a playful smile spreading across his face. “Your turn,” hoping his chachi would let him touch her.
Sujata shook her head, laughing softly. “It’s not your job to wash me. I’m supposed to care for you, not the other way around”, indicating there are boundaries to their relationship.
But Raju insisted, pouring water gently over her shoulders. Sujata gasped softly at the coolness, her laughter bubbling up. “Raju!” she exclaimed, swatting his arm lightly.
He grinned, pouring more water down her back. “You giggle like a little girl, Chachi,” he teased, his voice light.
Sujata removed her wet clothes and began lathering soap over her body. Her naked form captivated Raju, his eyes drawn to the flawless physique of a strong woman. Despite having breastfed both the children of the house and the elderly, her large breasts remained firm and perky. Unknowingly Raju started massaging her breasts which prompted them to release milk with a gushing sound. Raju decided at that moment, he would enjoy every part of their breasts while he was here.
Sujata shook her head, her cheeks flushed with laughter. “What are you thinking?,” she said, “Stop acting like your father, release my breasts.”
The light-hearted moment filled the room, their shared laughter echoing off the tiled walls. Once they were both clean, Sujata wrapped a towel around Raju before wearing her saree.
They made their way to the kitchen, where the aroma of freshly made food greeted them. Sujata prepared a plate for Raju and herself, and they sat together at the small dining table.
Raju ate with vigor, his appetite restored. As he finished a bite, he glanced at Sujata, his tone turning serious. “Chachi, what happened to Sanjivani wasn’t right. She was trying to feed me”
Sujata paused, setting her spoon down. “What do you mean, beta?”
Raju looked down at his plate, his voice low. “I think… I’m responsible for her. She cared for me in a way no one else did. And I didn’t realize how much it meant until she was gone.”
Sujata reached across the table, taking his hand in hers. Her fingers curled gently around him, her touch firm yet comforting. “It wasn’t your fault, Raju,” she said softly. “Sanjivani loved you, and she made her choices out of that love. She wouldn’t want you to carry this guilt.”
Raju’s eyes glistened as he met her gaze. “I just feel like I should have done more,” he said. “Like I owe her something.”
Sujata’s thumb traced soothing circles over his knuckles. “You should honor her care by being the person she believed in,” she said. “By being humble, strong, and caring—just like she is.”
Raju nodded slowly, his grip tightening on her hand. “I’ll try,” he said, his voice steady. “For her.”
Sujata leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “That’s all she would have wanted,” she said.
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Update 24
The soft clatter of utensils and the aroma of freshly made parathas filled the kitchen as Sujata and Manisha worked together, their movements fluid and efficient. The early tension of the past few days seemed to have lifted slightly, their expressions lighter as they prepared breakfast for rest of the family.
Sujata, her saree neatly draped, flipped the parathas on the tawa, the golden edges puffing up with the heat. “I feel like Raju’s a little better today,” she said, glancing at Manisha, who was pouring tea into cups.
Manisha nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. “He is. Last night was a step forward, even if it’s a small one. He needs time, but I think he’s starting to let go of some of the heaviness he’s been carrying.”
Sujata sighed softly, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. “It feels good to see him like that. Even if it was challenging for me, it is worth everything.”
Carrying the dishes to the dining table, they found Dadaji and Raju’s father already seated. The men exchanged glances, noting the more relaxed demeanor of the women.
Dadaji leaned forward, his cane resting beside him. “Looks like you two are in a better mood today,” he remarked with a chuckle.
Manisha set a plate of parathas on the table and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t get used to it, Baba,” she teased, though her tone was light and playful. “You and Bhaiya are someone else’s problem now. Our breasts are finally getting a rest.”
Sujata chuckled, setting a bowl of yogurt on the table. “She’s right,” she added. “Prabha and Gita can deal with your demands. It’s about time we had some peace.”
Dadaji frowned slightly, adjusting his glasses. “What’s wrong with the way things are now?” he asked.
Sujata folded her arms, her gaze steady. “We need to talk about your schedule,” she said. “Prabha’s expecting you at her house after breakfast. And from now on, you’ll need to start eating more solid food along with everything else.”
Manisha, placing a cup of tea in front of Raju’s father, chimed in, “And you too, Bhaiya. You’re not a child anymore. Solid food is just as important for you now.”
Raju’s father muttered something under his breath, picking at the edge of his plate. “I’m not sure I like this new routine,” he grumbled.
Manisha placed a hand on her hip, smirking slightly. “You’ll survive, Bhaiya. And if not, you can complain to Gita. She signed up for it, remember?”
The room settled into a comfortable quiet as everyone began eating. Sujata and Manisha moved around the table, refilling plates and cups, their earlier irritation noticeably absent.
Dadaji bit into his paratha and glanced at Manisha. “You seem less sharp-tongued today,” he remarked with a teasing grin.
Manisha shot him a mock glare, though her smile betrayed her amusement. “Don’t push your luck, Baba,” she quipped. “It’s a good morning—don’t ruin it.”
Sujata chuckled, shaking her head. “Let him be, Manisha. He’ll adjust to the changes soon enough.”
Manisha smirked, folding her arms. “Maybe. But for now, we can enjoy the fact that our breasts aren’t on call 24/7. It’s a much-needed break.”
The morning sun warmed the quiet village as Raju’s father and Dadaji headed to their respective destinations. Both men were eager, their anticipation tempered by the respect they held for the women they were visiting.
Gita stood at the doorway of her home, her green saree draped elegantly over her slim frame. Her fair skin and sharp features gave her an ethereal beauty, complemented by her smaller, perfectly rounded breasts. Despite their modest size, her figure exuded a delicate allure that had long drawn admiration in the village.
“You’re here on time, my husband and children just went out” she said, her voice calm but firm as she stepped aside to let Raju’s father in. “Good. Come in before anyone sees.”
Inside, Gita gestured toward a chair in her bedroom. Raju’s father settled himself, his movements careful and respectful. Gita removed her saree, only in her blouse and underwear, her fingers deftly unhooking her blouse. The blouse slipped off her breasts, revealing her smooth, fair skin and the gentle curve of her breasts.
“I always wanted to try, and now is your chance to impress me,” she remarked settling on his lap, her tone light as she noticed his lingering gaze. “I will let you suck only if you let me enjoy it and don't bruise my breasts. I don't want to explain it to my husband.”
She placed her hands on his shoulder letting him choose which breast he would suck first, pressing his head gently but firmly against her. Her nipple, darker and prominent against her fair skin, fit snugly in his mouth as he latched. She started to move back and forth on his groin, clearing her intentions with Raju's father.
Raju’s father closed his eyes, his hands resting lightly on her waist. As he began to suck, his pulls were steady, rhythmic, and deliberate. Gita placed one hand on his shoulder, the other brushing back a stray strand of hair from her face.
“You’re quick,” she murmured, feeling his large-half aroused penis between her legs. “But don’t rush. I want to enjoy our time.” Rubbing her vagina on his penis back and forth.
As he drank, his free hand slid toward her lap, resting on the edge of her underwear. Gita allowed it but kept her grip firm on his shoulder, her posture remaining poised. She glanced down occasionally, noting how her left breast emptied steadily, the milk flowing smoothly.
When he switched to her right breast, she checked his penis, if it was ready for sex. It was then she realised his penis cannot get fully aroused and that is why Manisha and Sujata are allowed to feed him. Upset with the outcome of her plan, she adjusted her position, leaning slightly to get ready to hump his limping penis. “Don't rush, I want to enjoy every pull ,” she warned, her voice softer now. “Use your tongue to massage my nipple. At least you can help me cum.”
Raju’s father nodded, his pulls growing slower but deeper as the milk flowed more gradually. His hand moved from her lap to her waist, clutching it tightly helping her brush her vagina on his groin.
As his penis started limping Gita scolded. “You’re done when I say you’re done,” her tone was firm but not unkind. As she achieved orgasm, she leaned back with a satisfied sigh, her hands slipping to cover her breasts.
“Gita, I feel like a man again” he said, his voice filled with gratitude, “you’re incredible. Thank you.”
Gita adjusted her blouse, checking the bite marks Raju's father left on her chest. “Remember,” she said sharply, her eyes locking with his. “Not a word of this to anyone. I don't want people to question my character.”
At Prabha’s house, Dadaji sat on the shaded veranda, his cane resting against the wall. Prabha emerged from inside, her maroon saree flowing around her voluptuous frame. Her radiant skin seemed to glow in the morning light, and her full, rounded breasts, visible even beneath her blouse, gave her an almost goddess-like presence.
“You’re here,” she said softly, her voice calm but with an undertone of authority. “I hope you remember the rules.”
Dadaji nodded, his smile warm but respectful. “Of course, Prabha. I wouldn’t dream of breaking your trust.”
Prabha settled beside him, unhooking her blouse with slow, practiced movements. Her full breasts, creamy and rounded, were revealed, the faint blue and green veins beneath her skin leading to her dark, prominent nipples.
“Lean forward,” she instructed, guiding him gently. “Take your time. There’s no rush.”
As Dadaji latched onto her right breast, his hands moved to rest on her thighs. Prabha allowed it, her fingers brushing lightly over his shoulders to steady him. His pulls were rhythmic, making gulping sound, his eyes closing as he drank deeply.
“You know how to treat my breasts” she remarked, her tone even as she adjusted her posture to support his weight. Her free hand rested lightly on her own lap, her fingers tracing the folds of her saree absently.
Dadaji murmured between pulls, his voice reverent. “Prabha, you’re like a goddess. Your milk… it’s everything I need.”
Prabha arched an eyebrow, a faint smirk on her lips. “Flattery, Dadaji, You already have my one breast in mouth and holding another one in your hand,” she said lightly. “It can't get any better for you. But I’m glad you’re satisfied.”
When he moved to her left breast, she adjusted her pallu for modesty, her fingers briefly stroking her chest to ease the pressure. Dadaji’s hands remained on her thighs, his pulls growing slower as he finished he started to lick her areola and press her breasts vigorously.
“You’re done,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Remember the rules. No sleazness with me”. She inserted her fingers between the latch and covered her breasts.
Dadaji leaned back, his expression one of deep gratitude. “But I was trying to- Thank you, Prabha. Truly. You’re a blessing.”
Prabha adjusted her blouse and stood gracefully, her hands resting on her hips. “Stick to the schedule,” she said. “And don’t test my patience.”
Both men left their respective houses with lighter steps and fuller stomachs, their respect for the women deepened. Gita and Prabha watched them go, their expressions calm but resolute.
The soft clatter of utensils and the aroma of freshly made parathas filled the kitchen as Sujata and Manisha worked together, their movements fluid and efficient. The early tension of the past few days seemed to have lifted slightly, their expressions lighter as they prepared breakfast for rest of the family.
Sujata, her saree neatly draped, flipped the parathas on the tawa, the golden edges puffing up with the heat. “I feel like Raju’s a little better today,” she said, glancing at Manisha, who was pouring tea into cups.
Manisha nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. “He is. Last night was a step forward, even if it’s a small one. He needs time, but I think he’s starting to let go of some of the heaviness he’s been carrying.”
Sujata sighed softly, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. “It feels good to see him like that. Even if it was challenging for me, it is worth everything.”
Carrying the dishes to the dining table, they found Dadaji and Raju’s father already seated. The men exchanged glances, noting the more relaxed demeanor of the women.
Dadaji leaned forward, his cane resting beside him. “Looks like you two are in a better mood today,” he remarked with a chuckle.
Manisha set a plate of parathas on the table and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t get used to it, Baba,” she teased, though her tone was light and playful. “You and Bhaiya are someone else’s problem now. Our breasts are finally getting a rest.”
Sujata chuckled, setting a bowl of yogurt on the table. “She’s right,” she added. “Prabha and Gita can deal with your demands. It’s about time we had some peace.”
Dadaji frowned slightly, adjusting his glasses. “What’s wrong with the way things are now?” he asked.
Sujata folded her arms, her gaze steady. “We need to talk about your schedule,” she said. “Prabha’s expecting you at her house after breakfast. And from now on, you’ll need to start eating more solid food along with everything else.”
Manisha, placing a cup of tea in front of Raju’s father, chimed in, “And you too, Bhaiya. You’re not a child anymore. Solid food is just as important for you now.”
Raju’s father muttered something under his breath, picking at the edge of his plate. “I’m not sure I like this new routine,” he grumbled.
Manisha placed a hand on her hip, smirking slightly. “You’ll survive, Bhaiya. And if not, you can complain to Gita. She signed up for it, remember?”
The room settled into a comfortable quiet as everyone began eating. Sujata and Manisha moved around the table, refilling plates and cups, their earlier irritation noticeably absent.
Dadaji bit into his paratha and glanced at Manisha. “You seem less sharp-tongued today,” he remarked with a teasing grin.
Manisha shot him a mock glare, though her smile betrayed her amusement. “Don’t push your luck, Baba,” she quipped. “It’s a good morning—don’t ruin it.”
Sujata chuckled, shaking her head. “Let him be, Manisha. He’ll adjust to the changes soon enough.”
Manisha smirked, folding her arms. “Maybe. But for now, we can enjoy the fact that our breasts aren’t on call 24/7. It’s a much-needed break.”
The morning sun warmed the quiet village as Raju’s father and Dadaji headed to their respective destinations. Both men were eager, their anticipation tempered by the respect they held for the women they were visiting.
Gita stood at the doorway of her home, her green saree draped elegantly over her slim frame. Her fair skin and sharp features gave her an ethereal beauty, complemented by her smaller, perfectly rounded breasts. Despite their modest size, her figure exuded a delicate allure that had long drawn admiration in the village.
“You’re here on time, my husband and children just went out” she said, her voice calm but firm as she stepped aside to let Raju’s father in. “Good. Come in before anyone sees.”
Inside, Gita gestured toward a chair in her bedroom. Raju’s father settled himself, his movements careful and respectful. Gita removed her saree, only in her blouse and underwear, her fingers deftly unhooking her blouse. The blouse slipped off her breasts, revealing her smooth, fair skin and the gentle curve of her breasts.
“I always wanted to try, and now is your chance to impress me,” she remarked settling on his lap, her tone light as she noticed his lingering gaze. “I will let you suck only if you let me enjoy it and don't bruise my breasts. I don't want to explain it to my husband.”
She placed her hands on his shoulder letting him choose which breast he would suck first, pressing his head gently but firmly against her. Her nipple, darker and prominent against her fair skin, fit snugly in his mouth as he latched. She started to move back and forth on his groin, clearing her intentions with Raju's father.
Raju’s father closed his eyes, his hands resting lightly on her waist. As he began to suck, his pulls were steady, rhythmic, and deliberate. Gita placed one hand on his shoulder, the other brushing back a stray strand of hair from her face.
“You’re quick,” she murmured, feeling his large-half aroused penis between her legs. “But don’t rush. I want to enjoy our time.” Rubbing her vagina on his penis back and forth.
As he drank, his free hand slid toward her lap, resting on the edge of her underwear. Gita allowed it but kept her grip firm on his shoulder, her posture remaining poised. She glanced down occasionally, noting how her left breast emptied steadily, the milk flowing smoothly.
When he switched to her right breast, she checked his penis, if it was ready for sex. It was then she realised his penis cannot get fully aroused and that is why Manisha and Sujata are allowed to feed him. Upset with the outcome of her plan, she adjusted her position, leaning slightly to get ready to hump his limping penis. “Don't rush, I want to enjoy every pull ,” she warned, her voice softer now. “Use your tongue to massage my nipple. At least you can help me cum.”
Raju’s father nodded, his pulls growing slower but deeper as the milk flowed more gradually. His hand moved from her lap to her waist, clutching it tightly helping her brush her vagina on his groin.
As his penis started limping Gita scolded. “You’re done when I say you’re done,” her tone was firm but not unkind. As she achieved orgasm, she leaned back with a satisfied sigh, her hands slipping to cover her breasts.
“Gita, I feel like a man again” he said, his voice filled with gratitude, “you’re incredible. Thank you.”
Gita adjusted her blouse, checking the bite marks Raju's father left on her chest. “Remember,” she said sharply, her eyes locking with his. “Not a word of this to anyone. I don't want people to question my character.”
At Prabha’s house, Dadaji sat on the shaded veranda, his cane resting against the wall. Prabha emerged from inside, her maroon saree flowing around her voluptuous frame. Her radiant skin seemed to glow in the morning light, and her full, rounded breasts, visible even beneath her blouse, gave her an almost goddess-like presence.
“You’re here,” she said softly, her voice calm but with an undertone of authority. “I hope you remember the rules.”
Dadaji nodded, his smile warm but respectful. “Of course, Prabha. I wouldn’t dream of breaking your trust.”
Prabha settled beside him, unhooking her blouse with slow, practiced movements. Her full breasts, creamy and rounded, were revealed, the faint blue and green veins beneath her skin leading to her dark, prominent nipples.
“Lean forward,” she instructed, guiding him gently. “Take your time. There’s no rush.”
As Dadaji latched onto her right breast, his hands moved to rest on her thighs. Prabha allowed it, her fingers brushing lightly over his shoulders to steady him. His pulls were rhythmic, making gulping sound, his eyes closing as he drank deeply.
“You know how to treat my breasts” she remarked, her tone even as she adjusted her posture to support his weight. Her free hand rested lightly on her own lap, her fingers tracing the folds of her saree absently.
Dadaji murmured between pulls, his voice reverent. “Prabha, you’re like a goddess. Your milk… it’s everything I need.”
Prabha arched an eyebrow, a faint smirk on her lips. “Flattery, Dadaji, You already have my one breast in mouth and holding another one in your hand,” she said lightly. “It can't get any better for you. But I’m glad you’re satisfied.”
When he moved to her left breast, she adjusted her pallu for modesty, her fingers briefly stroking her chest to ease the pressure. Dadaji’s hands remained on her thighs, his pulls growing slower as he finished he started to lick her areola and press her breasts vigorously.
“You’re done,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Remember the rules. No sleazness with me”. She inserted her fingers between the latch and covered her breasts.
Dadaji leaned back, his expression one of deep gratitude. “But I was trying to- Thank you, Prabha. Truly. You’re a blessing.”
Prabha adjusted her blouse and stood gracefully, her hands resting on her hips. “Stick to the schedule,” she said. “And don’t test my patience.”
Both men left their respective houses with lighter steps and fuller stomachs, their respect for the women deepened. Gita and Prabha watched them go, their expressions calm but resolute.
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The story is very nice. I have read all the parts of the story. I really like reading stories about breastfeeding.
Include the elders of the village in the story you are writing.
Show the elderly people of the village, Sujata and Manisha, breastfeeding a sick elderly man.
Show Sujata and Manisha how to use nursing bras so that it will be easier for men to breastfeed.
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Can you create another new story?
Write a story about the precious relationship of breastfeeding between a father-in-law and his daughter-in-law in a new story.
In the story, the father-in-law is very sick and is about 80 years old. And his daughter-in-law is 34 years old.
In the story, the father-in-law is very addicted to alcohol. His body is very weak due to alcohol.
The father-in-law is undergoing treatment at the hospital, but the doctor discharges him due to his advanced age.
Family members are worried about the health of their in-laws.
The father-in-law's wife makes his daughter-in-law make a decision: you will breastfeed your father-in-law.
As the family is worried about her father-in-law's health, the daughter-in-law thoughtfully decides to breastfeed her father-in-law every day so that his health will improve.
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.”
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.”
Update 26
The somber air of the village enveloped the family as they arrived at the funeral. The faint scent of incense lingered, mixing with the hushed murmurs of prayers and the rustling of sarees as mourners moved through the courtyard. Raju walked silently behind Sujata and Manisha, his eyes scanning the gathering for Sanjivani.
She stood near a corner, her saree draped modestly over her shoulder, her infant cradled against her chest.
Her face was pale, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. Yet, there was a quiet strength in the way she held herself, her arms cradling her baby protectively. For a moment, Raju felt like the world around him had vanished, leaving only the unspoken bond he believed they shared.
He approached her hesitantly, his heart pounding. “Chachi,” he said softly, his voice trembling.
She turned to him, her expression unreadable. “Raju,” she acknowledged curtly, her tone distant.
“I wanted to talk to you,” he said, his voice laced with desperation.
“There’s nothing to talk about, I know what you want.” she replied flatly, adjusting the baby in her arms. Her tone carried a finality that made his chest tighten.
Before he could respond, she turned and walked toward a small side room. The door creaked open, and she disappeared inside. Raju hesitated for a moment, uncertainly battling with his need for closure. Then, driven by the emotions bubbling inside him, he followed.
The small room was dimly lit, its walls adorned with simple wooden shelves holding jars and small trinkets. Sanjivani sat on a low cot, her saree adjusted to expose her breast. Her baby latched eagerly, suckling with tiny, rhythmic pulls. The fullness of her breast, the darkened nipple glistening faintly, was a scene both intimate and maternal.
Raju froze in the doorway, his breath hitching. The sight stirred something deep within him—an aching combination of longing, confusion, and shame. He went close to her and cupped her breast. Before she could react, he had latched and was drawing milk.
Sanjivani glanced up, her gaze sharp. “What are you doing, Raju? Leave me.” she ordered, her voice low but firm.
“I thought…” He trailed off, his cheeks flushing as he struggled to find the words. “I thought this was your way of calling me. To feed me.”
Her eyes widened briefly before narrowing, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Calling you?” she echoed, incredulity dripping from her tone. “Raju, no. This isn’t about you. This is my baby.”
He stepped backward cautiously, still holding her leaking breast, his voice cracking. “But I thought… I thought we had something. A bond.”
Sanjivani sighed, adjusting the baby in her arms as he continued to nurse. “Are those oldies waiting outside to pounce on me” she said frustratingly but gently, “what you think we had wasn’t real. I cared for you because you needed help. That’s all it was—a duty. I didn't ask for it.”
Her words struck him like a blow, and his knees weakened. He steadied himself against the doorframe, his hands trembling. “But… I thought you liked feeding me,” he whispered, his voice breaking.
She looked at him, her gaze softening slightly but her resolve unwavering. “I cared for you as anyone would care for a child in need,” she said. “But it wasn’t the kind of bond you think it was. It meant nothing more than that to me.”
Her expression hardened. “Because I had to help my sister in laws,” she said. “Do you know what I’ve faced since then? My father-in-law suspects me of being of loose character. He’s poisoned my husband’s mind, and now every look, every word, carries judgment. My life has become a constant battle to prove my worth in my own home.”
She paused, her voice trembling as she continued. “Feeding you wasn’t wrong. But the world we live in doesn’t see it that way. It cost me more than you could ever understand.”
Raju’s tears flowed freely now, his chest heaving with silent sobs. “I didn’t know,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Sanjivani adjusted her saree, the baby releasing her breast with a soft, satisfied sigh. She looked at Raju, her eyes filled with both sadness and resolve. “You’re not to blame, Raju,” she said softly. “But you need to understand that what happened is in the past. It’s time for you to let it go.”
Raju nodded slowly, the weight of her words sinking in. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
Sanjivani offered a faint, sad smile. “Take care of yourself, Raju,” she said. “And don’t carry this burden anymore.”
As he turned to leave, the sound of the baby’s coos followed him, a poignant reminder of the life Sanjivani had chosen to protect. Outside, the murmur of prayers and the cool evening breeze enveloped him as he stepped back into the reality of his world, forever changed by her words.
The soft glow of the funeral pyre flickered against the evening sky, the scent of incense mingling with the faint aroma of burning wood. Raju stood quietly with his family, his hands folded and head bowed as the final rites were performed. His mind, however, was a storm of conflicting emotions.
The weight of Sanjivani’s words lingered, echoing in his heart with every beat. Her rejection, her struggles, and the truth of their bond had reshaped his understanding of their connection. Yet, standing here with his family, he felt an unexpected comfort—a warmth that only the people who truly cared him could provide.
As the ceremony concluded, the family began their journey home. The cart rattled softly along the narrow dirt path, the moonlight casting a silvery glow over the fields. Manisha sat beside Raju, her pallu draped loosely over her shoulder. Sujata and Sumit sat across from them, their expressions calm but watchful.
Raju, lost in thought, suddenly reached out and took Manisha’s hand. The gesture was soft, hesitant, but it carried the weight of his gratitude. Manisha looked at him, startled at first, before her lips curved into a warm smile. She squeezed his hand gently, her touch reassuring.
Sujata noticed the gesture and exchanged a knowing glance with Manisha. “Your milk is working” Sujata whispered softly, leaning closer to her sister-in-law.
Manisha nodded, her eyes glistening. “I think he understands our care,” she replied, her voice tinged with hope.
In their hearts, both women believed Raju’s gesture was a sign—perhaps Sanjivani had rekindled his feelings for her, making him vulnerable and open. They exchanged a silent understanding, both deciding that tonight, they would make sure Raju felt cherished.
When the family arrived home, the house was bathed in quiet darkness, the lamps dimmed except for a soft glow in the central room. Raju walked in, his steps slow and deliberate. Sujata placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him toward the bedroom.
“Come, beta,” she said gently. “You should rest.”
Manisha followed, her heart full as she watched Raju settle onto the bed. The two women exchanged a glance before sitting on either side of him.
“Let us take care of you,” Manisha said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “You’ve had a long day.”
Sujata removed her saree, unhooking her blouse, to expose her big breasts. Manisha mirrored her, their movements speaking need for some roughness they were missing since they stopped feeding Dadaji and Bhaiya. Raju eyes lingered over both his aunts large breasts. Sujata leaned down, guiding Raju’s head gently toward her exposed breast. Her nipple, dark and full, pressed softly against his lips.
Raju latched without hesitation, his pulls fast and rhythmic. He readily fondled their breast, but both his aunts didn't resist. Manisha cradled his hand, her touch tender, as she watched him nurse. When Sujata switched sides, Manisha adjusted her blouse, her other breast ready.
Raju moved between them without protest, he pressed nipples of one while drinking from other breast, his body relaxed but his mind racing. As he nursed, his thoughts turned inward.
“They’ve done so much for me,” he thought, guilt tightening in his chest. “I made them and their friends work so hard to make me happy—women who only met me a few weeks ago.”
He shifted slightly, his lips releasing Manisha’s nipple as he rested his head against her chest. The soft thud of her heartbeat beneath his cheek was soothing, yet his mind remained restless.
“And here I am,” he thought bitterly, “getting emotional over someone I met only once.”
He unintentionally started humping Manisha, she kissed the top of his head, her arms wrapping around him protectively to remind him she was his aunt. “You’re safe with us, beta,” she whispered, unaware of the turmoil in his heart. “You don’t have to carry anything alone.”
Sujata held his penis in her fingers stroking it gentle. Raju felt her soft breasts pushing on his back, “You’re part of this family, Raju. Dont push it.”
Raju closed his eyes, his body surrendering to their care even as his emotions swirled. In their embrace, he felt a warmth that began to ease the ache inside him, though the guilt and confusion lingered.
The room fell into a peaceful stillness, the quiet sounds of their breathing weaving together in harmony. For the first time in days, Raju enjoyed what he was missing, even if just for a moment, but he still had to be reminded that, it was his aunts that were allowing him to drink their milk not the way around.
The somber air of the village enveloped the family as they arrived at the funeral. The faint scent of incense lingered, mixing with the hushed murmurs of prayers and the rustling of sarees as mourners moved through the courtyard. Raju walked silently behind Sujata and Manisha, his eyes scanning the gathering for Sanjivani.
She stood near a corner, her saree draped modestly over her shoulder, her infant cradled against her chest.
Her face was pale, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. Yet, there was a quiet strength in the way she held herself, her arms cradling her baby protectively. For a moment, Raju felt like the world around him had vanished, leaving only the unspoken bond he believed they shared.
He approached her hesitantly, his heart pounding. “Chachi,” he said softly, his voice trembling.
She turned to him, her expression unreadable. “Raju,” she acknowledged curtly, her tone distant.
“I wanted to talk to you,” he said, his voice laced with desperation.
“There’s nothing to talk about, I know what you want.” she replied flatly, adjusting the baby in her arms. Her tone carried a finality that made his chest tighten.
Before he could respond, she turned and walked toward a small side room. The door creaked open, and she disappeared inside. Raju hesitated for a moment, uncertainly battling with his need for closure. Then, driven by the emotions bubbling inside him, he followed.
The small room was dimly lit, its walls adorned with simple wooden shelves holding jars and small trinkets. Sanjivani sat on a low cot, her saree adjusted to expose her breast. Her baby latched eagerly, suckling with tiny, rhythmic pulls. The fullness of her breast, the darkened nipple glistening faintly, was a scene both intimate and maternal.
Raju froze in the doorway, his breath hitching. The sight stirred something deep within him—an aching combination of longing, confusion, and shame. He went close to her and cupped her breast. Before she could react, he had latched and was drawing milk.
Sanjivani glanced up, her gaze sharp. “What are you doing, Raju? Leave me.” she ordered, her voice low but firm.
“I thought…” He trailed off, his cheeks flushing as he struggled to find the words. “I thought this was your way of calling me. To feed me.”
Her eyes widened briefly before narrowing, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Calling you?” she echoed, incredulity dripping from her tone. “Raju, no. This isn’t about you. This is my baby.”
He stepped backward cautiously, still holding her leaking breast, his voice cracking. “But I thought… I thought we had something. A bond.”
Sanjivani sighed, adjusting the baby in her arms as he continued to nurse. “Are those oldies waiting outside to pounce on me” she said frustratingly but gently, “what you think we had wasn’t real. I cared for you because you needed help. That’s all it was—a duty. I didn't ask for it.”
Her words struck him like a blow, and his knees weakened. He steadied himself against the doorframe, his hands trembling. “But… I thought you liked feeding me,” he whispered, his voice breaking.
She looked at him, her gaze softening slightly but her resolve unwavering. “I cared for you as anyone would care for a child in need,” she said. “But it wasn’t the kind of bond you think it was. It meant nothing more than that to me.”
Her expression hardened. “Because I had to help my sister in laws,” she said. “Do you know what I’ve faced since then? My father-in-law suspects me of being of loose character. He’s poisoned my husband’s mind, and now every look, every word, carries judgment. My life has become a constant battle to prove my worth in my own home.”
She paused, her voice trembling as she continued. “Feeding you wasn’t wrong. But the world we live in doesn’t see it that way. It cost me more than you could ever understand.”
Raju’s tears flowed freely now, his chest heaving with silent sobs. “I didn’t know,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Sanjivani adjusted her saree, the baby releasing her breast with a soft, satisfied sigh. She looked at Raju, her eyes filled with both sadness and resolve. “You’re not to blame, Raju,” she said softly. “But you need to understand that what happened is in the past. It’s time for you to let it go.”
Raju nodded slowly, the weight of her words sinking in. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
Sanjivani offered a faint, sad smile. “Take care of yourself, Raju,” she said. “And don’t carry this burden anymore.”
As he turned to leave, the sound of the baby’s coos followed him, a poignant reminder of the life Sanjivani had chosen to protect. Outside, the murmur of prayers and the cool evening breeze enveloped him as he stepped back into the reality of his world, forever changed by her words.
The soft glow of the funeral pyre flickered against the evening sky, the scent of incense mingling with the faint aroma of burning wood. Raju stood quietly with his family, his hands folded and head bowed as the final rites were performed. His mind, however, was a storm of conflicting emotions.
The weight of Sanjivani’s words lingered, echoing in his heart with every beat. Her rejection, her struggles, and the truth of their bond had reshaped his understanding of their connection. Yet, standing here with his family, he felt an unexpected comfort—a warmth that only the people who truly cared him could provide.
As the ceremony concluded, the family began their journey home. The cart rattled softly along the narrow dirt path, the moonlight casting a silvery glow over the fields. Manisha sat beside Raju, her pallu draped loosely over her shoulder. Sujata and Sumit sat across from them, their expressions calm but watchful.
Raju, lost in thought, suddenly reached out and took Manisha’s hand. The gesture was soft, hesitant, but it carried the weight of his gratitude. Manisha looked at him, startled at first, before her lips curved into a warm smile. She squeezed his hand gently, her touch reassuring.
Sujata noticed the gesture and exchanged a knowing glance with Manisha. “Your milk is working” Sujata whispered softly, leaning closer to her sister-in-law.
Manisha nodded, her eyes glistening. “I think he understands our care,” she replied, her voice tinged with hope.
In their hearts, both women believed Raju’s gesture was a sign—perhaps Sanjivani had rekindled his feelings for her, making him vulnerable and open. They exchanged a silent understanding, both deciding that tonight, they would make sure Raju felt cherished.
When the family arrived home, the house was bathed in quiet darkness, the lamps dimmed except for a soft glow in the central room. Raju walked in, his steps slow and deliberate. Sujata placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him toward the bedroom.
“Come, beta,” she said gently. “You should rest.”
Manisha followed, her heart full as she watched Raju settle onto the bed. The two women exchanged a glance before sitting on either side of him.
“Let us take care of you,” Manisha said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “You’ve had a long day.”
Sujata removed her saree, unhooking her blouse, to expose her big breasts. Manisha mirrored her, their movements speaking need for some roughness they were missing since they stopped feeding Dadaji and Bhaiya. Raju eyes lingered over both his aunts large breasts. Sujata leaned down, guiding Raju’s head gently toward her exposed breast. Her nipple, dark and full, pressed softly against his lips.
Raju latched without hesitation, his pulls fast and rhythmic. He readily fondled their breast, but both his aunts didn't resist. Manisha cradled his hand, her touch tender, as she watched him nurse. When Sujata switched sides, Manisha adjusted her blouse, her other breast ready.
Raju moved between them without protest, he pressed nipples of one while drinking from other breast, his body relaxed but his mind racing. As he nursed, his thoughts turned inward.
“They’ve done so much for me,” he thought, guilt tightening in his chest. “I made them and their friends work so hard to make me happy—women who only met me a few weeks ago.”
He shifted slightly, his lips releasing Manisha’s nipple as he rested his head against her chest. The soft thud of her heartbeat beneath his cheek was soothing, yet his mind remained restless.
“And here I am,” he thought bitterly, “getting emotional over someone I met only once.”
He unintentionally started humping Manisha, she kissed the top of his head, her arms wrapping around him protectively to remind him she was his aunt. “You’re safe with us, beta,” she whispered, unaware of the turmoil in his heart. “You don’t have to carry anything alone.”
Sujata held his penis in her fingers stroking it gentle. Raju felt her soft breasts pushing on his back, “You’re part of this family, Raju. Dont push it.”
Raju closed his eyes, his body surrendering to their care even as his emotions swirled. In their embrace, he felt a warmth that began to ease the ache inside him, though the guilt and confusion lingered.
The room fell into a peaceful stillness, the quiet sounds of their breathing weaving together in harmony. For the first time in days, Raju enjoyed what he was missing, even if just for a moment, but he still had to be reminded that, it was his aunts that were allowing him to drink their milk not the way around.