Fantasy Breastmilk tradition of Walvan
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Update 27
The next day was more demanding for his aunts. Now Raju didn't hesitate to ask his aunts if he could drink their milk. In early morning while sumit was in bathroom. He entered in Sujata’s bedroom, Sujata still in deep sleep, didn't recognize him. He opened her blouse and latched. Sujata thinking it was sumit, held Raju between her legs and guided his penis to her vagina. Raju happily tried to insert his penis but due to Sujata’s large thighs he couldn't penetrate. Upset, he woke up Sujata saying " Chachi, it's me Raju". Sujata shocked, wanted to scold him, "Raju, you should ask for milk" but held her emotions. Sujata content she didnt do the unthinkable, asked Raju, "whenever you reach out, please start with the left one". Similarly, for Manisha, she had to keep her blouse open the whole day. Raju kept her on toes all morning and afternoon, even when she took her nap. By evening Raju had emptied their breasts and their breasts had hardly any milk left. In the evening out of nowhere Raju asked Sujata to take him to Prabhas home, as her husband was out of town and he had some work near her house.
Raju and Sujata made their way to Prabha’s house. The narrow path was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the sounds of distant crickets accompanying their steps. Raju walked ahead, his pace light and cheerful, while Sujata followed, her curiosity growing with every step.
When they arrived, Sujata knocked lightly on the partially open door before stepping inside. The soft scent of sandalwood greeted her, mingling with the faint glow of an oil lamp in the corner.
In the main room, Dadaji sat on a cushioned mat, leaning against Prabha. Her blouse was unhooked, and her saree was draped loosely around her waist. One of her full, rounded breasts was exposed, the pink nipple glistening faintly as Dadaji suckled with slow, rhythmic pulls.
Prabha’s hand rested on the back of his head, her fingers brushing gently through his sparse, white hair. Her other arm cradled his back, holding him securely as he fed. The intimacy of the moment made Sujata pause, her cheeks warming as she looked away instinctively.
Dadaji, however, noticed the movement and pulled back slightly, his lips releasing Prabha’s nipple with a faint sound. His expression was a mix of irritation and reluctance. “What’s this now?” he grumbled, glancing toward the door. “Interrupting an old man’s peace, are we?”
Prabha chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she reached for a cloth to wipe her breast. “Baba, let them be,” she said, adjusting her blouse hastily. “It’s not every day we get visitors.”
Raju’s eyes were fixed on her sore, elongated nipple on her white breast. Sujata cleared her throat, her voice steady despite her discomfort. “Raju wanted to see you, Prabha,” she explained. “I’m not sure why, but he insisted.”
Prabha smiled warmly as she stood, smoothing her saree over her chest. “Did you come to feed, beta?” she asked, her tone gentle as she looked at Raju.
Before Raju could respond, Dadaji interjected, his tone light but teasing. “If he did, he’ll have to wait his turn. I wasn’t finished.”
Prabha shot him a playful glare, her hands resting on her hips. “Enough, Dadaji. You’ve had plenty.”
Dadaji leaned back on the mat, adjusting his cane. “Plenty? Ha! A man could never have enough care like yours, Prabha.”
Sujata rolled her eyes, though a faint smile tugged at her lips. “You’re impossible, Sasurji,” she muttered, shaking her head.
Prabha turned her attention back to Raju, her expression softening. “What is it, beta?” she asked, stepping closer to him.
Raju glanced at Prabha’s daughter, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, playing with a wooden toy. “Can you come with me to the next house?” he asked her, his voice gentle but filled with excitement. “There’s someone I want to meet.”
Prabha tilted her head, her brows furrowing slightly. “Raju, who do you want to meet?” Sujata asked, her curiosity deepening.
Raju’s face lit up with a grin, his eyes sparkling. “There’s a girl there,” he said simply. “I’ve heard she’s very beautiful.”
Prabha and Sujata exchanged surprised glances. Prabha’s expression softened as understanding dawned, and she gave a soft laugh. “Ah, so that’s why you came,” she said, adjusting the pleats of her saree.
Sujata shook her head, a fond smile spreading across her face. “This boy,” she murmured affectionately.
Prabha’s daughter looked at her mother for permission, her wide, curious eyes darting between Raju and Prabha. Prabha nodded, placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Go with him, beta,” she said gently. “And behave yourself.”
Raju extended his hand toward the girl, his expression earnest and excited. “Come on,” he said, his tone brimming with anticipation.
As they left, Dadaji smirked, leaning back against the cushion. “Well, well,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement. “The boy has his priorities straight.”
Sujata glanced at him, her expression softening. “He’s finding his way, Sasurji,” she said quietly.
Prabha chuckled, adjusting her saree one last time. “Whatever he’s looking for, I hope he finds it,” she said warmly.
The next day was more demanding for his aunts. Now Raju didn't hesitate to ask his aunts if he could drink their milk. In early morning while sumit was in bathroom. He entered in Sujata’s bedroom, Sujata still in deep sleep, didn't recognize him. He opened her blouse and latched. Sujata thinking it was sumit, held Raju between her legs and guided his penis to her vagina. Raju happily tried to insert his penis but due to Sujata’s large thighs he couldn't penetrate. Upset, he woke up Sujata saying " Chachi, it's me Raju". Sujata shocked, wanted to scold him, "Raju, you should ask for milk" but held her emotions. Sujata content she didnt do the unthinkable, asked Raju, "whenever you reach out, please start with the left one". Similarly, for Manisha, she had to keep her blouse open the whole day. Raju kept her on toes all morning and afternoon, even when she took her nap. By evening Raju had emptied their breasts and their breasts had hardly any milk left. In the evening out of nowhere Raju asked Sujata to take him to Prabhas home, as her husband was out of town and he had some work near her house.
Raju and Sujata made their way to Prabha’s house. The narrow path was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the sounds of distant crickets accompanying their steps. Raju walked ahead, his pace light and cheerful, while Sujata followed, her curiosity growing with every step.
When they arrived, Sujata knocked lightly on the partially open door before stepping inside. The soft scent of sandalwood greeted her, mingling with the faint glow of an oil lamp in the corner.
In the main room, Dadaji sat on a cushioned mat, leaning against Prabha. Her blouse was unhooked, and her saree was draped loosely around her waist. One of her full, rounded breasts was exposed, the pink nipple glistening faintly as Dadaji suckled with slow, rhythmic pulls.
Prabha’s hand rested on the back of his head, her fingers brushing gently through his sparse, white hair. Her other arm cradled his back, holding him securely as he fed. The intimacy of the moment made Sujata pause, her cheeks warming as she looked away instinctively.
Dadaji, however, noticed the movement and pulled back slightly, his lips releasing Prabha’s nipple with a faint sound. His expression was a mix of irritation and reluctance. “What’s this now?” he grumbled, glancing toward the door. “Interrupting an old man’s peace, are we?”
Prabha chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she reached for a cloth to wipe her breast. “Baba, let them be,” she said, adjusting her blouse hastily. “It’s not every day we get visitors.”
Raju’s eyes were fixed on her sore, elongated nipple on her white breast. Sujata cleared her throat, her voice steady despite her discomfort. “Raju wanted to see you, Prabha,” she explained. “I’m not sure why, but he insisted.”
Prabha smiled warmly as she stood, smoothing her saree over her chest. “Did you come to feed, beta?” she asked, her tone gentle as she looked at Raju.
Before Raju could respond, Dadaji interjected, his tone light but teasing. “If he did, he’ll have to wait his turn. I wasn’t finished.”
Prabha shot him a playful glare, her hands resting on her hips. “Enough, Dadaji. You’ve had plenty.”
Dadaji leaned back on the mat, adjusting his cane. “Plenty? Ha! A man could never have enough care like yours, Prabha.”
Sujata rolled her eyes, though a faint smile tugged at her lips. “You’re impossible, Sasurji,” she muttered, shaking her head.
Prabha turned her attention back to Raju, her expression softening. “What is it, beta?” she asked, stepping closer to him.
Raju glanced at Prabha’s daughter, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, playing with a wooden toy. “Can you come with me to the next house?” he asked her, his voice gentle but filled with excitement. “There’s someone I want to meet.”
Prabha tilted her head, her brows furrowing slightly. “Raju, who do you want to meet?” Sujata asked, her curiosity deepening.
Raju’s face lit up with a grin, his eyes sparkling. “There’s a girl there,” he said simply. “I’ve heard she’s very beautiful.”
Prabha and Sujata exchanged surprised glances. Prabha’s expression softened as understanding dawned, and she gave a soft laugh. “Ah, so that’s why you came,” she said, adjusting the pleats of her saree.
Sujata shook her head, a fond smile spreading across her face. “This boy,” she murmured affectionately.
Prabha’s daughter looked at her mother for permission, her wide, curious eyes darting between Raju and Prabha. Prabha nodded, placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Go with him, beta,” she said gently. “And behave yourself.”
Raju extended his hand toward the girl, his expression earnest and excited. “Come on,” he said, his tone brimming with anticipation.
As they left, Dadaji smirked, leaning back against the cushion. “Well, well,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement. “The boy has his priorities straight.”
Sujata glanced at him, her expression softening. “He’s finding his way, Sasurji,” she said quietly.
Prabha chuckled, adjusting her saree one last time. “Whatever he’s looking for, I hope he finds it,” she said warmly.
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The story is very well written.
Sujata and Manisha have stopped breastfeeding Raju's father and grandfather and restarted it.
Show Raju's father and grandfather's accident. In that accident, today's father and grandfather survive, but both of them have no strength in their bodies, they are very weak.
Raju and both Raju's aunts are very worried, so Raju comes up with the idea that Sujata aunt and Manisha aunt should breastfeed his father and grandfather again so that their health can improve.
Raju requests both his aunts to start breastfeeding my father and grandfather again.
If you can show this in the next episode, please do so. Your writing is great.
Update 28
The cool evening breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine into Prabha’s home, blending with the glow of the oil lamp in the corner. Sujata and Prabha stood near the window, their focus drawn to Raju and Prabha’s daughter as they approached the neighboring house. The girl on the veranda, illuminated by the warm light, was captivating. Her long braid fell neatly over her shoulder, her slender frame accentuated by a modestly draped saree in soft pink and gold. Her delicate features—sharp nose, almond-shaped eyes, and high cheekbones—gave her an almost ethereal beauty.
“She’s truly stunning,” Sujata murmured, her eyes lingering on the girl. “No wonder Raju wanted to meet her.”
Prabha adjusted her blouse, her gaze following Sujata’s. “Her grace matches her beauty,” she said softly. “If Raju’s serious, he’s made a fine choice.”
Their quiet observation was interrupted by the soft tap of a cane. Turning slightly, they saw Dadaji shuffling toward them, his mischievous grin unmistakable.
“What’s all this whispering about?” Dadaji asked, his tone teasing as he approached. His gaze briefly flicked to the window before returning to the women. “What’s so fascinating out there?”
Sujata straightened, her expression shifting to mild irritation. “We’re watching Raju,” she said firmly. “He’s meeting someone.”
Dadaji raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Meeting someone, is he?” he asked, his grin widening. “Well, he’s not the only one who deserves some attention tonight.”
Prabha sighed, already sensing where this was going. “Sasurji,” she said, folding her arms across her chest, “don’t start.”
Dadaji ignored her, stepping closer with a playful glint in his eye. “Prabha,” he said smoothly, his tone light but suggestive, “I wasn’t quite finished earlier. You rushed me away before I could properly enjoy my time.”
Prabha’s eyes widened, her hand instinctively clutching her breast. “Baba!” she exclaimed, taking a step back. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He turned his attention to Sujata, his grin widening further. “And Sujata,” he said, his voice playful, “you’ve been hiding those treasures of yours all day. Isn’t it time you shared a little care with your Sasurji?”
Sujata’s cheeks flushed, but she quickly recovered, her expression hardening. “Sasurji, that’s enough,” she said sharply, stepping back with a firm tone. “You’re crossing the line.”
Undeterred, Dadaji chuckled, leaning slightly toward Prabha. His eyes briefly flicked downward to her chest, which, despite her adjustment, still revealed the faint outline of her full, rounded breasts beneath the saree. “Prabha, my dear,” he began, his tone mockingly sweet, “don’t be so stingy. Just a little more care, hmm?”
Prabha swatted his hand away as he reached toward her, her patience wearing thin. “Baba, enough!” she said, her tone sharp. “Go back to the mat, or you’ll get nothing tomorrow.”
Dadaji sighed dramatically, his grin turning into a mock pout. “Stingy women,” he muttered, shuffling back toward the mat. “A man can’t even get a proper evening’s care without being scolded.”
Sujata glanced at Prabha, her irritation softening into a faint smile. “He’s impossible,” she said, shaking her head.
Prabha adjusted her saree, her lips twitching with suppressed laughter. “That’s one word for him,” she said lightly.
They turned their attention back to the window, where Raju was now speaking animatedly with the girl. His posture had relaxed, and the girl’s soft laughter reached their ears faintly.
“He looks happy,” Sujata said softly, her voice tinged with pride.
Prabha nodded, her gaze warm. “He’s finding his way,” she said. “But we’ll keep an eye on him.”
The two women exchanged a glance, their shared affection for Raju evident. Behind them, Dadaji muttered good-naturedly as he settled on the mat, his antics temporarily forgotten as the focus shifted back to the young boy discovering his path
The night deepened, and the soft chirping of crickets filled the quiet air. Inside Prabha’s house, Sujata and Prabha remained by the window, their eyes following Raju’s retreating figure as he walked back toward the house after speaking with the girl.
“He’s coming back,” Sujata murmured, stepping away from the window.
Prabha glanced toward the doorway, her expression shifting into one of mild panic. “We can’t let him think we’ve just been standing here watching,” she said quickly.
Without hesitation, Prabha hurried to Dadaji, who was reclining on the cushioned mat, his cane resting beside him. She leaned down, removing her blouse in haste, and adjusted her saree to expose one of her full, rounded breasts.
“Here, Baba,” she said, guiding her nipple into his mouth as she stood over him. “Don’t let it go to waste.”
Dadaji’s eyes widened in surprise, his hands instinctively moving to steady himself as Prabha’s breast filled his mouth. He latched on clumsily, his lips forming a loose seal as the milk began to flow.
Sujata, suppressing a laugh at Dadaji’s bewildered expression, knelt beside him and placed a gentle hand on his head. She began stroking his sparse, white hair, her fingers moving in slow, soothing circles. “There, there, Sasurji,” she said softly, her tone laced with amusement. “Enjoy yourself.”
Dadaji mumbled something incoherent, his words muffled by the breast in his mouth. Milk trickled from the corners of his lips, pooling slightly at the edge of his chin. His hands, uncertain of what was happening, rested awkwardly on the mat as he tried to keep his balance.
The scene was comically chaotic when Raju entered the room. He stopped in the doorway, his brow arching as he took in the sight before him: Prabha standing over Dadaji, her breast pressed to his mouth, and Sujata kneeling beside him, caressing his hair with exaggerated tenderness.
“Don’t pretend you like Dadaji suck your milk,” Raju said flatly, crossing his arms. His voice carried a mix of exasperation and humor.
Prabha froze, glancing over her shoulder at Raju. “We weren’t—” she began, but her words faltered under his knowing gaze.
Raju sighed, shaking his head. “If you’re done playing,” he said, his tone light but pointed, “do you want to come home? Everyone else might be waiting.”
Sujata withdrew her hand from Dadaji’s hair, stifling a laugh as she stood. “Alright, alright,” she said, adjusting her saree. “We’re coming.”
Prabha gently pulled her breast away from Dadaji’s mouth, wiping the milk from his chin with the edge of her saree. “Come on, Baba,” she said, her tone firm but affectionate. “Let’s get you settled before you leave.”
Dadaji blinked up at her, still looking bewildered. “What just happened?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“Nothing you need to worry about,” Prabha said with a sly smile.
As they prepared to leave, Raju held the door open for them, his expression a mixture of amusement and resignation. “Next time, just be yourselves,” he said, his voice softening. “You don’t have to put on a show.”
Prabha and Sujata exchanged a glance, their cheeks flushing faintly as Sujata stepped past him. Behind, Dadaji muttered something under his breath, shaking his head as he reached for his cane.
The quiet night wrapped around them as they headed back toward the house, the unspoken humor of the moment lingering in the air.
The cool evening breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine into Prabha’s home, blending with the glow of the oil lamp in the corner. Sujata and Prabha stood near the window, their focus drawn to Raju and Prabha’s daughter as they approached the neighboring house. The girl on the veranda, illuminated by the warm light, was captivating. Her long braid fell neatly over her shoulder, her slender frame accentuated by a modestly draped saree in soft pink and gold. Her delicate features—sharp nose, almond-shaped eyes, and high cheekbones—gave her an almost ethereal beauty.
“She’s truly stunning,” Sujata murmured, her eyes lingering on the girl. “No wonder Raju wanted to meet her.”
Prabha adjusted her blouse, her gaze following Sujata’s. “Her grace matches her beauty,” she said softly. “If Raju’s serious, he’s made a fine choice.”
Their quiet observation was interrupted by the soft tap of a cane. Turning slightly, they saw Dadaji shuffling toward them, his mischievous grin unmistakable.
“What’s all this whispering about?” Dadaji asked, his tone teasing as he approached. His gaze briefly flicked to the window before returning to the women. “What’s so fascinating out there?”
Sujata straightened, her expression shifting to mild irritation. “We’re watching Raju,” she said firmly. “He’s meeting someone.”
Dadaji raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Meeting someone, is he?” he asked, his grin widening. “Well, he’s not the only one who deserves some attention tonight.”
Prabha sighed, already sensing where this was going. “Sasurji,” she said, folding her arms across her chest, “don’t start.”
Dadaji ignored her, stepping closer with a playful glint in his eye. “Prabha,” he said smoothly, his tone light but suggestive, “I wasn’t quite finished earlier. You rushed me away before I could properly enjoy my time.”
Prabha’s eyes widened, her hand instinctively clutching her breast. “Baba!” she exclaimed, taking a step back. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He turned his attention to Sujata, his grin widening further. “And Sujata,” he said, his voice playful, “you’ve been hiding those treasures of yours all day. Isn’t it time you shared a little care with your Sasurji?”
Sujata’s cheeks flushed, but she quickly recovered, her expression hardening. “Sasurji, that’s enough,” she said sharply, stepping back with a firm tone. “You’re crossing the line.”
Undeterred, Dadaji chuckled, leaning slightly toward Prabha. His eyes briefly flicked downward to her chest, which, despite her adjustment, still revealed the faint outline of her full, rounded breasts beneath the saree. “Prabha, my dear,” he began, his tone mockingly sweet, “don’t be so stingy. Just a little more care, hmm?”
Prabha swatted his hand away as he reached toward her, her patience wearing thin. “Baba, enough!” she said, her tone sharp. “Go back to the mat, or you’ll get nothing tomorrow.”
Dadaji sighed dramatically, his grin turning into a mock pout. “Stingy women,” he muttered, shuffling back toward the mat. “A man can’t even get a proper evening’s care without being scolded.”
Sujata glanced at Prabha, her irritation softening into a faint smile. “He’s impossible,” she said, shaking her head.
Prabha adjusted her saree, her lips twitching with suppressed laughter. “That’s one word for him,” she said lightly.
They turned their attention back to the window, where Raju was now speaking animatedly with the girl. His posture had relaxed, and the girl’s soft laughter reached their ears faintly.
“He looks happy,” Sujata said softly, her voice tinged with pride.
Prabha nodded, her gaze warm. “He’s finding his way,” she said. “But we’ll keep an eye on him.”
The two women exchanged a glance, their shared affection for Raju evident. Behind them, Dadaji muttered good-naturedly as he settled on the mat, his antics temporarily forgotten as the focus shifted back to the young boy discovering his path
The night deepened, and the soft chirping of crickets filled the quiet air. Inside Prabha’s house, Sujata and Prabha remained by the window, their eyes following Raju’s retreating figure as he walked back toward the house after speaking with the girl.
“He’s coming back,” Sujata murmured, stepping away from the window.
Prabha glanced toward the doorway, her expression shifting into one of mild panic. “We can’t let him think we’ve just been standing here watching,” she said quickly.
Without hesitation, Prabha hurried to Dadaji, who was reclining on the cushioned mat, his cane resting beside him. She leaned down, removing her blouse in haste, and adjusted her saree to expose one of her full, rounded breasts.
“Here, Baba,” she said, guiding her nipple into his mouth as she stood over him. “Don’t let it go to waste.”
Dadaji’s eyes widened in surprise, his hands instinctively moving to steady himself as Prabha’s breast filled his mouth. He latched on clumsily, his lips forming a loose seal as the milk began to flow.
Sujata, suppressing a laugh at Dadaji’s bewildered expression, knelt beside him and placed a gentle hand on his head. She began stroking his sparse, white hair, her fingers moving in slow, soothing circles. “There, there, Sasurji,” she said softly, her tone laced with amusement. “Enjoy yourself.”
Dadaji mumbled something incoherent, his words muffled by the breast in his mouth. Milk trickled from the corners of his lips, pooling slightly at the edge of his chin. His hands, uncertain of what was happening, rested awkwardly on the mat as he tried to keep his balance.
The scene was comically chaotic when Raju entered the room. He stopped in the doorway, his brow arching as he took in the sight before him: Prabha standing over Dadaji, her breast pressed to his mouth, and Sujata kneeling beside him, caressing his hair with exaggerated tenderness.
“Don’t pretend you like Dadaji suck your milk,” Raju said flatly, crossing his arms. His voice carried a mix of exasperation and humor.
Prabha froze, glancing over her shoulder at Raju. “We weren’t—” she began, but her words faltered under his knowing gaze.
Raju sighed, shaking his head. “If you’re done playing,” he said, his tone light but pointed, “do you want to come home? Everyone else might be waiting.”
Sujata withdrew her hand from Dadaji’s hair, stifling a laugh as she stood. “Alright, alright,” she said, adjusting her saree. “We’re coming.”
Prabha gently pulled her breast away from Dadaji’s mouth, wiping the milk from his chin with the edge of her saree. “Come on, Baba,” she said, her tone firm but affectionate. “Let’s get you settled before you leave.”
Dadaji blinked up at her, still looking bewildered. “What just happened?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“Nothing you need to worry about,” Prabha said with a sly smile.
As they prepared to leave, Raju held the door open for them, his expression a mixture of amusement and resignation. “Next time, just be yourselves,” he said, his voice softening. “You don’t have to put on a show.”
Prabha and Sujata exchanged a glance, their cheeks flushing faintly as Sujata stepped past him. Behind, Dadaji muttered something under his breath, shaking his head as he reached for his cane.
The quiet night wrapped around them as they headed back toward the house, the unspoken humor of the moment lingering in the air.
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Update 29
The night air was thick with the scent of jasmine as the lamps inside flickered softly. Sujata and Raju entered the house with Dadaji, who settled on a low mat with a satisfied grunt. Inside, the atmosphere was a mix of comfort and subtle tension. Gita sat with Raju’s father, her posture relaxed as she adjusted her tightly draped saree, which clung to her slim figure. Her low-cut blouse revealed just enough to catch attention, and her cheeks were faintly flushed. She had spent the afternoon feeding Raju’s father, and the evident satisfaction between them lingered in the air.
Manisha, seated nearby, noticed the energy in the room, her gaze flicking between Gita and Raju’s father with a knowing look. She could tell that Gita had enjoyed the afternoon—more than she let on.
“Gita,” Manisha said with a light smirk, “you’ve been taking care of him well, haven’t you?”
Gita smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Why wouldn’t I?” she replied smoothly. “It’s rare to have this kind of time. My husband’s away, the house is quiet, and I had the chance to care for him.”
Raju’s father leaned back slightly, an appreciative expression on his face. “Gita knows what I want,” he said, his voice deep and content.
Manisha couldn’t help but chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “I’m sure she does,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. “She doesn’t leave anything to chance.”
Gita smirked, her fingers lightly caressing the edge of her blouse as she shifted. “It’s nothing new,” she replied, her voice lowering. “I’m used to giving the kind of care that’s truly needed.”
As the conversation continued, Sujata and Raju walked into the room. Sujata noticed the tension in the air immediately. Raju’s eyes darted between Gita and his father, a look of calm interest on his face. Sujata, ever observant, could sense that something more was unfolding, but she said nothing immediately.
“Raju, beta,” Gita said warmly, her eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re back. How are you feeling?”
Raju stood at the entrance, his expression unreadable as he answered, “I’m fine, Gita Aunty.” Then, with a faint but deliberate smile, he added, “But are you still busy? You seemed quite… engaged earlier.”
Gita’s cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn’t shy away from his directness. “I was just making sure your father was well taken care of,” she said casually, through her eyes softened as she looked at Raju. “And now you’re here, why don’t you join us for a while? I’m sure you could use the same care.”
Raju’s expression remained calm as he stepped forward, his tone direct. “Why don’t you feed me, Gita Aunty?” he asked, his voice steady but filled with intent.
There was a brief moment of silence. Raju’s request hung in the air, bold and clear. Sujata raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting from Raju to Gita. Manisha, however, was watching Gita closely, a small smile playing on her lips as she waited for her response.
Gita’s lips curled into a smile, a mix of surprise and amusement. “You want to drink from me, do you?” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
Raju nodded, his eyes steady. “I’m sure,” he said.
Gita’s eyes gleamed, and she rose from her seat, removing her saree as she moved toward Raju. “If you want to, beta,” she said, “I’ll make sure you’re comfortable. But I must warn you—there’s no going back once you start.”
Raju’s father watched them, a knowing smile on his face. “You heard her, Raju,” he said, his voice low. “She’s more than capable of taking care of you.”
Gita stepped closer, her body almost flush with his. She lowered her blouse carefully, revealing the full curve of her breast. The sight was intimate, but Gita didn’t hesitate. “Come, Raju,” she said, guiding him toward her as she lifted her breast toward his mouth. “Let’s see if you can handle it.”
Raju hesitated only a moment before he moved in, his lips gently touching her nipple. Her breast though smaller, but were beautiful. She didnt have bite marks and bruises like his aunts. Her nipples were much softer. Gita’s breath hitched slightly, and she guided him in further, watching him closely as he latched on.
As Raju began to nurse, Sujata and Manisha exchanged glances. There was no surprise in their eyes—this was expected. Raju had come to this moment with intention, and Gita was more than willing to fulfill his request.
Raju had to pull much harder for milk. Gita’s fingers gently combed through Raju’s hair, a look of quiet satisfaction crossing her face. “That’s it, beta,” she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. “i dont have much milk left, but my breasts can satisfy you. You’ll feel better.”
Sujata, standing at the door, watched the exchange with a mix of resignation and acceptance. She could feel the shift in the room—the air thick with the unspoken bond that had developed over time. She had seen Raju grow, seen him become more comfortable with this connection, and now he was making choices.
Manisha, on the other hand, was quietly amused, her lips curling into a faint smile. “Even I want to suck on her juicy areola,” she whispered to Sujata. “It’s not about being taken care of anymore. He is getting his urges met.”
Sujata nodded, her expression softening as she turned away, her eyes still lingering on Raju. “Let him,” she said softly. “He’s finding his own way.”
As Gita continued to guide Raju, her gaze softened, a quiet satisfaction settling over her. “I told you, Raju,” she said in a low voice. “You’re in good hands. Come to my house at night, you can have all the milk”
After dinner everyone retired to their bedrooms. However as the village was blanketed in quiet stillness as Raju approached Gita’s house under the faint glow of the moonlight. His footsteps were soft on the dirt path, his breathing steady yet tinged with anticipation. Gita had promised her in-laws would be fast asleep, but his heart raced nonetheless.
Through the slightly ajar door, the glow of a lantern cast flickering shadows on the walls. Inside, Gita stood near the cot, her figure silhouetted against the soft light. Her saree was neatly draped, its folds accentuating her slender form, while her pallu hung loosely, revealing the curve of her neckline.
“You are here,” she whispered, stepping forward with a warm smile.
“I hope everyone is asleep?” Raju asked, his voice low but steady as his eyes scanned the room.
Gita chuckled softly, her tone tinged with reassurance. “Yes, my saas-sasur are fast asleep. You focus on me.”
As she reached out to guide him inside, a soft wail broke the stillness. Gita sighed, turning toward the cot where her baby stirred, his tiny fists flailing. “One minute, beta,” she murmured, moving to pick him up.
From the hall, her saas’s groggy voice called out. “Gita! Feed him your milk till he sleep!”
“Yes, Amma,” Gita replied calmly, cradling her baby against her chest. She glanced at Raju with a small, apologetic smile. “Wait!.”
Sitting on the edge of the cot, Gita slided her hand under her blouse to unhook the buttons, her fingers deftly loosening the fabric. Her breast though small were full and tender, her pink nipple prominent against her soft skin. The baby latched on eagerly, his small hands clutching at her saree as he suckled noisily.
Raju stood by the doorway, his eyes lingering on her as she nursed. Gita noticed his gaze and smirked. “Why are you waiting, I have two breasts” she teased, her voice light. “I can feed you and my baby tandemly.” Raju went closer to her, she cradled her free breast in his face. Raju amazed by tenderness gulped her nipple.
Within a few minutes, the baby’s cries subsided, and his tiny body grew limp in sleep. Gita adjusted his swaddle and placed him gently back on the cot, her movements fluid and careful.
Turning back to Raju, who was still sucking her breast, she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now, its my turn to enjoy,” she said softly, her voice dropping to a whisper.
Raju hesitated, his breath catching as Gita stepped closer. “Gita Aunty, I…” he began, his voice uncertain.
Gita placed a finger gently on his lips, silencing him. “Don't call me ‘Aunty’,” she whispered, her tone teasing yet firm. “Call me Gita. Understood?”
He nodded slowly, his heart pounding as she removed his cloths and asked him to sleep on his back. Gita adjusted the lantern, dimming the light further before sitting down. Her saree slipped further as she leaned back, her body now fully naked, revealing the fullness of her body.
“I have more than milk,” she said with a faint smile, her tone affectionate. “Come.”
Raju sat beside her, his hesitance evident in the way his hands fidgeted on his lap. Gita leaned in, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “Dont be afraid,” she whispered. “I will please you.”
Guiding his penis in her vagina, Gita brought her breast to his lips. Raju hesitated for a moment, then latched on, his lips forming a firm seal around her nipple. Gita exhaled softly, her hand slipping into his hair as she cradled him.
“You have small penis” she murmured, her voice soothing. “Have you had sex before?”. Raju didn't respond. "Its your best day, I will teach you!"
As Raju grew more comfortable, his hands moved instinctively to her waist. Gita chuckled softly, her fingers tracing gentle patterns along his back. “You are good,” she murmured, her tone contemplative. “Tumhare papa ka toh thik se khada bhi nahi hota. Tumhare liye hi Maine bhaiya ko Milana suru kiya tha.”
Raju paused briefly, looking up at her with wide eyes. “For me?” he asked, his voice hesitant.
Gita smiled, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Yes,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly. “He is unable to work his penis. But he is very big. You are small but you know how use yours”
Encouraged by her words, Raju grew bolder, his movements more assured as he shifted to her other breast. Gita guided him gently, her fingers tilting his chin upward. “Push harder,” she whispered, her voice low and inviting.
Their connection deepened as the night stretched on, the boundaries between them fading. Gita’s hands moved to his shoulders, holding him closer as she tilted her head back, her breaths steady yet tinged with emotion. With a gushing sound she came, both content and pleased " Now let's try from back".
Before she could complete her sentence, Raju was standing behind, with his penis in her asshole. It was much tighter than her vagina. As he started moving back and forth, she gave out loud moan. To control her moaning she buried her face in pillow. Raju with a strong jerk came in her ass. He couldn't believe he was having sex with such a beautiful women.
By the time the first light of dawn filtered through the window, Raju had drifted off with his head resting against her chest. Gita stroked his hair softly, her lips curling into a faint smile.
“You going?,” she whispered, her voice filled with quiet longing. “I will remember this night.”
The baby stirred briefly in his cot, but Gita remained still, savoring the peace of the moment.
The night air was thick with the scent of jasmine as the lamps inside flickered softly. Sujata and Raju entered the house with Dadaji, who settled on a low mat with a satisfied grunt. Inside, the atmosphere was a mix of comfort and subtle tension. Gita sat with Raju’s father, her posture relaxed as she adjusted her tightly draped saree, which clung to her slim figure. Her low-cut blouse revealed just enough to catch attention, and her cheeks were faintly flushed. She had spent the afternoon feeding Raju’s father, and the evident satisfaction between them lingered in the air.
Manisha, seated nearby, noticed the energy in the room, her gaze flicking between Gita and Raju’s father with a knowing look. She could tell that Gita had enjoyed the afternoon—more than she let on.
“Gita,” Manisha said with a light smirk, “you’ve been taking care of him well, haven’t you?”
Gita smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Why wouldn’t I?” she replied smoothly. “It’s rare to have this kind of time. My husband’s away, the house is quiet, and I had the chance to care for him.”
Raju’s father leaned back slightly, an appreciative expression on his face. “Gita knows what I want,” he said, his voice deep and content.
Manisha couldn’t help but chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “I’m sure she does,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. “She doesn’t leave anything to chance.”
Gita smirked, her fingers lightly caressing the edge of her blouse as she shifted. “It’s nothing new,” she replied, her voice lowering. “I’m used to giving the kind of care that’s truly needed.”
As the conversation continued, Sujata and Raju walked into the room. Sujata noticed the tension in the air immediately. Raju’s eyes darted between Gita and his father, a look of calm interest on his face. Sujata, ever observant, could sense that something more was unfolding, but she said nothing immediately.
“Raju, beta,” Gita said warmly, her eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re back. How are you feeling?”
Raju stood at the entrance, his expression unreadable as he answered, “I’m fine, Gita Aunty.” Then, with a faint but deliberate smile, he added, “But are you still busy? You seemed quite… engaged earlier.”
Gita’s cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn’t shy away from his directness. “I was just making sure your father was well taken care of,” she said casually, through her eyes softened as she looked at Raju. “And now you’re here, why don’t you join us for a while? I’m sure you could use the same care.”
Raju’s expression remained calm as he stepped forward, his tone direct. “Why don’t you feed me, Gita Aunty?” he asked, his voice steady but filled with intent.
There was a brief moment of silence. Raju’s request hung in the air, bold and clear. Sujata raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting from Raju to Gita. Manisha, however, was watching Gita closely, a small smile playing on her lips as she waited for her response.
Gita’s lips curled into a smile, a mix of surprise and amusement. “You want to drink from me, do you?” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
Raju nodded, his eyes steady. “I’m sure,” he said.
Gita’s eyes gleamed, and she rose from her seat, removing her saree as she moved toward Raju. “If you want to, beta,” she said, “I’ll make sure you’re comfortable. But I must warn you—there’s no going back once you start.”
Raju’s father watched them, a knowing smile on his face. “You heard her, Raju,” he said, his voice low. “She’s more than capable of taking care of you.”
Gita stepped closer, her body almost flush with his. She lowered her blouse carefully, revealing the full curve of her breast. The sight was intimate, but Gita didn’t hesitate. “Come, Raju,” she said, guiding him toward her as she lifted her breast toward his mouth. “Let’s see if you can handle it.”
Raju hesitated only a moment before he moved in, his lips gently touching her nipple. Her breast though smaller, but were beautiful. She didnt have bite marks and bruises like his aunts. Her nipples were much softer. Gita’s breath hitched slightly, and she guided him in further, watching him closely as he latched on.
As Raju began to nurse, Sujata and Manisha exchanged glances. There was no surprise in their eyes—this was expected. Raju had come to this moment with intention, and Gita was more than willing to fulfill his request.
Raju had to pull much harder for milk. Gita’s fingers gently combed through Raju’s hair, a look of quiet satisfaction crossing her face. “That’s it, beta,” she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. “i dont have much milk left, but my breasts can satisfy you. You’ll feel better.”
Sujata, standing at the door, watched the exchange with a mix of resignation and acceptance. She could feel the shift in the room—the air thick with the unspoken bond that had developed over time. She had seen Raju grow, seen him become more comfortable with this connection, and now he was making choices.
Manisha, on the other hand, was quietly amused, her lips curling into a faint smile. “Even I want to suck on her juicy areola,” she whispered to Sujata. “It’s not about being taken care of anymore. He is getting his urges met.”
Sujata nodded, her expression softening as she turned away, her eyes still lingering on Raju. “Let him,” she said softly. “He’s finding his own way.”
As Gita continued to guide Raju, her gaze softened, a quiet satisfaction settling over her. “I told you, Raju,” she said in a low voice. “You’re in good hands. Come to my house at night, you can have all the milk”
After dinner everyone retired to their bedrooms. However as the village was blanketed in quiet stillness as Raju approached Gita’s house under the faint glow of the moonlight. His footsteps were soft on the dirt path, his breathing steady yet tinged with anticipation. Gita had promised her in-laws would be fast asleep, but his heart raced nonetheless.
Through the slightly ajar door, the glow of a lantern cast flickering shadows on the walls. Inside, Gita stood near the cot, her figure silhouetted against the soft light. Her saree was neatly draped, its folds accentuating her slender form, while her pallu hung loosely, revealing the curve of her neckline.
“You are here,” she whispered, stepping forward with a warm smile.
“I hope everyone is asleep?” Raju asked, his voice low but steady as his eyes scanned the room.
Gita chuckled softly, her tone tinged with reassurance. “Yes, my saas-sasur are fast asleep. You focus on me.”
As she reached out to guide him inside, a soft wail broke the stillness. Gita sighed, turning toward the cot where her baby stirred, his tiny fists flailing. “One minute, beta,” she murmured, moving to pick him up.
From the hall, her saas’s groggy voice called out. “Gita! Feed him your milk till he sleep!”
“Yes, Amma,” Gita replied calmly, cradling her baby against her chest. She glanced at Raju with a small, apologetic smile. “Wait!.”
Sitting on the edge of the cot, Gita slided her hand under her blouse to unhook the buttons, her fingers deftly loosening the fabric. Her breast though small were full and tender, her pink nipple prominent against her soft skin. The baby latched on eagerly, his small hands clutching at her saree as he suckled noisily.
Raju stood by the doorway, his eyes lingering on her as she nursed. Gita noticed his gaze and smirked. “Why are you waiting, I have two breasts” she teased, her voice light. “I can feed you and my baby tandemly.” Raju went closer to her, she cradled her free breast in his face. Raju amazed by tenderness gulped her nipple.
Within a few minutes, the baby’s cries subsided, and his tiny body grew limp in sleep. Gita adjusted his swaddle and placed him gently back on the cot, her movements fluid and careful.
Turning back to Raju, who was still sucking her breast, she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now, its my turn to enjoy,” she said softly, her voice dropping to a whisper.
Raju hesitated, his breath catching as Gita stepped closer. “Gita Aunty, I…” he began, his voice uncertain.
Gita placed a finger gently on his lips, silencing him. “Don't call me ‘Aunty’,” she whispered, her tone teasing yet firm. “Call me Gita. Understood?”
He nodded slowly, his heart pounding as she removed his cloths and asked him to sleep on his back. Gita adjusted the lantern, dimming the light further before sitting down. Her saree slipped further as she leaned back, her body now fully naked, revealing the fullness of her body.
“I have more than milk,” she said with a faint smile, her tone affectionate. “Come.”
Raju sat beside her, his hesitance evident in the way his hands fidgeted on his lap. Gita leaned in, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “Dont be afraid,” she whispered. “I will please you.”
Guiding his penis in her vagina, Gita brought her breast to his lips. Raju hesitated for a moment, then latched on, his lips forming a firm seal around her nipple. Gita exhaled softly, her hand slipping into his hair as she cradled him.
“You have small penis” she murmured, her voice soothing. “Have you had sex before?”. Raju didn't respond. "Its your best day, I will teach you!"
As Raju grew more comfortable, his hands moved instinctively to her waist. Gita chuckled softly, her fingers tracing gentle patterns along his back. “You are good,” she murmured, her tone contemplative. “Tumhare papa ka toh thik se khada bhi nahi hota. Tumhare liye hi Maine bhaiya ko Milana suru kiya tha.”
Raju paused briefly, looking up at her with wide eyes. “For me?” he asked, his voice hesitant.
Gita smiled, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Yes,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly. “He is unable to work his penis. But he is very big. You are small but you know how use yours”
Encouraged by her words, Raju grew bolder, his movements more assured as he shifted to her other breast. Gita guided him gently, her fingers tilting his chin upward. “Push harder,” she whispered, her voice low and inviting.
Their connection deepened as the night stretched on, the boundaries between them fading. Gita’s hands moved to his shoulders, holding him closer as she tilted her head back, her breaths steady yet tinged with emotion. With a gushing sound she came, both content and pleased " Now let's try from back".
Before she could complete her sentence, Raju was standing behind, with his penis in her asshole. It was much tighter than her vagina. As he started moving back and forth, she gave out loud moan. To control her moaning she buried her face in pillow. Raju with a strong jerk came in her ass. He couldn't believe he was having sex with such a beautiful women.
By the time the first light of dawn filtered through the window, Raju had drifted off with his head resting against her chest. Gita stroked his hair softly, her lips curling into a faint smile.
“You going?,” she whispered, her voice filled with quiet longing. “I will remember this night.”
The baby stirred briefly in his cot, but Gita remained still, savoring the peace of the moment.
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An amazing story has been written.
New content is expected. If new content is launched, show an elderly beggar or a disabled person in it.
Show the story breastfeeding the father-in-law, the alcoholic brother-in-law, beggars, or disabled people.
Add such incidents by feeding a beggar man breast milk and satisfying his hunger.
Very very nice bro.. very nice and hard work from.you.. keep going with your good work. We look forward more from you
Your story is good brother .please contnuie with same plan, please make boy drink more breast milk & seeexxx from aunt or multiples lady & dont add more any adult ( men or old men) its make story wrost , non interesting , boring & try to add some images ( AI images)