Fantasy Breastmilk tradition of Walvan
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Chapter 1
Raju had always been curious about his father’s family, though his mother’s hatred for them loomed large over his childhood. She often called them “perverted” and “savage” without ever explaining why. On her deathbed, she asked Raju to visit his father’s village and meet his relatives. Months later, in May, Raju finally made the journey from Mumbai to Walwan, a remote village in Maharashtra.
Walwan was a world apart from the city—a quiet, slow-paced place where life seemed untouched by time. His family’s modest home stood at the center of this peaceful village, alive with activity when he arrived in the early morning.
Raju met his two aunts, Sujata and Manisha. Sujata, married to his uncle Sumit, was practical and no-nonsense. Manisha, married to his uncle Sanjeev, intrigued Raju—like his mother, she was a city girl, but unlike her, she had adapted to rural life. His mother had called her "loose" for embracing village life, but Raju wondered if it was a sign of strength.
The household had its tensions. His grandfather, though frail and reliant on a cane, was still lively. His father, Ramesh, now around fifty, was forgetful and subdued. Raju noticed that his aunts seemed frustrated with the older men, though they cared for them diligently.
Sumit, a local politician, and Sanjeev, who owned a vehicle showroom, were successful and respected, keeping the family financially stable. Yet the atmosphere of the house hinted at years of unspoken struggles and sacrifices.
As Raju observed the family, he remembered his mother’s bitterness and the questions that had haunted him growing up. What had caused her hatred? Was it a clash of cultures, or was there a darker secret hidden in his family’s past?
Raju resolved to stay open-minded. This visit wasn’t just about fulfilling his mother’s last wish—it was an opportunity to uncover the truth about his family and confront the shadows of their history.
Sujata Aunty was a striking woman—tall, with smooth, dark skin that glistened in the morning light. Her figure was athletic yet voluptuous, her juicy, firm breasts accentuated by the graceful drape of her saree, hinting at her natural confidence. Her thick, oiled hair was tied neatly, and her commanding presence exuded authority and elegance as she moved swiftly through the house.
Manisha Aunty, on the other hand, was a vision of delicate beauty. Fair-skinned and petite, she had the poise of a model, with soft, refined features and an alluring charm. Her saree hugged her slender frame, highlighting her shapely curves, and the faint outline of her perky figure was visible beneath the fabric. Her juicy, round buttocks swayed gently as she moved, her every gesture seemingly effortless, drawing attention without trying.
“Chalo, Baba, doodh pila deti hu,” Sujata Aunty called out firmly to her father-in-law, who was sitting nearby, watching the morning unfold. Her tone was brisk yet respectful, and the old man rose without hesitation, obedient to her authority.
Manisha Aunty turned her gaze toward Raju’s father, who sat quietly in the corner. “Bhaiya, is time,” she said in a softer, almost melodic tone. Her voice was gentle but firm, and Raju’s father nodded slowly, rising to his feet with a familiar ease, as if following an unspoken routine.
Sujata Aunty patted the space beside her on the bench, indicating that Raju’s father should sit. He lay down with ease, his head resting on her lap as she adjusted her blouse, pulling aside the fabric without a second thought. She gently guided him to latch on to her breasts, urging him, “Come on, bhaiya, drink properly.”
Raju was shocked and realized this is what his mother was talking about. When he looked at sujatha she told him that his mother used to feed their husband which made their grow strong and perform well in college. Raju didn't say anything but observed.
The sound of milk being drawn quietly filled the room, a soft rhythm as her father in law drank. Sujata Aunty’s hand rested on his head, holding him in place as he fed. When his movements became slow, she sighed in frustration. “Stop dawdling, Baba, drink quickly. You need to finish soon.”
Raju’s father, on the other hand, was sitting by Manisha Aunty. She adjusted her blouse and motioned for him to lean forward. His head rested against her chest as he latched on. She made sure he was positioned properly, pressing slightly to encourage the milk to flow more freely. “You need to drink faster. We have work to do,” she said. Her voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, impatience creeping in as he struggled to latch properly.
She gently pressed her breast, increasing the flow. “Drink faster, or you’ll be hungry again in an hour,” she muttered under her breath.
Sujata Aunty glanced over at Manisha Aunty. “If he doesn’t hurry up, we’ll be here all morning.” She adjusted my father's head once again, making sure the milk flowed more freely. “Hurry up,” she urged him, her voice stern. She wasn’t in the mood for delays.
The men were slow, who loved to suck and play with their breasts, taking their time as always, but the women didn’t let it faze them. They were used to this. Their voices would sometimes grow sharper as the minutes passed.
“Drink, Baba, drink. Don’t waste it,” Sujata Aunty said, her tone sharp as she repositioned her FIL's head. She shifted her blouse aside, her hand moving to help press against her breast, encouraging more milk to flow faster. He was slow, and she knew that if he didn’t drink quickly, it would make the rest of the day more difficult.
Manisha Aunty mirrored sujathas actions. She sighed when my father didn’t latch properly. “Come on, bhaiya, I don’t have all day,” she muttered, irritated. She gently pushed him into position again, making sure he was drinking properly. She didn’t have time for him to linger. The house had a lot of work to get done, and she had other things waiting for her.
Raju’s grandfather, after several more moments of difficulty, finally began to drink with a steady rhythm. Sujata Aunty relaxed a little, watching him, though her eyes were still full of quiet frustration. “At least you’re getting better at this,” she muttered. Her hand remained on his head as she softly urged him to drink more.
Raju’s father, too, was getting fuller now, though he had taken longer than expected. Manisha Aunty, still keeping a watchful eye on him, sighed with relief when she felt he was done. She wiped her hands on her skirt and stood up, letting him rest for a moment before urging him to get back to his tasks.
Sujata Aunty, her patience thinning, looked at her husband who was waiting for his breakfast and adjusted her blouse again, helping dadaji finish the last of the milk. “There, you’re done now,” she said, her tone softer now, though still with an edge of impatience. She moved away to tend to other chores.
As the elderly men slowly got up, content and full, the aunts moved on to other responsibilities. The room quieted down again, but there was no time for lingering.
The day began to unfold as usual, with the women taking care of everything—feeding the men, making sure they had what they needed, and then moving on to the next task. There was no fuss, no ceremony about it. It was simply another part of the day, done out of habit, necessity, and the routine of village life.
Raju’s father, feeling full and content, smiled at Manisha Aunty. “Thanks, manisha,” he said, though his voice was a little quieter than usual.
Manisha Aunty, wiping her hands on her sari, smiled and gave Raju’s father a nod. He stood up slowly, satisfied with the meal, and wandered off to join the others outside.
Raju, standing off to the side, noticed how easy it was for the women to shift from performing such intimate act for these men to performing their daily tasks without any hesitation. There was no embarrassment in their actions, only the simple, practical nature of life here.
For them, it wasn’t about ritual or tradition—it was about ensuring these men were cared for, about feeding them when they needed it most, and moving on to the next part of the day. The women didn’t waste time, and the men did what was necessary to stay healthy, even if it was a task that most people outside of the village would never understand.
Raju had been observing his aunts all morning—how they moved effortlessly between tasks, how they cared for the men of the village, feeding them with such care and routine. The image of his aunts’ nurturing presence lingered in his mind, and a curiosity began to build inside him.
Unable to resist, he stood up and walked toward the kitchen where Manisha Aunty was grinding spices. He paused at the doorway, watching her for a moment before gathering the courage to speak.
“Aunty...” Raju began, his voice hesitant. “Can I... see your breasts?”
Manisha Aunty didn’t look up immediately, continuing to grind the spices with precision. But she knew he was there, could sense his presence as surely as she knew the rhythm of her work. After a few moments, she sighed and set the grinding stone down, her attention finally shifting to him.
“You’re curious, I know,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “But you must understand, it’s not just about breasts, Raju. It’s nourishment. It’s not just something physical. It’s a way to keep the body full, to feel grounded, to stay strong. You want to feel it, don’t you?”
Raju stood still, unsure of how to respond. His curiosity about the act of breastfeeding, of feeling the nourishment, was evident on his face. It wasn’t just the milk that intrigued him, but the closeness, the warmth, the comfort that came with it.
Manisha Aunty saw the uncertainty in his eyes and, with a slight frown, gestured for him to come closer. “Alright, come,” she said with an almost imperceptible sigh. “But drink fast. Don't start to play with my breasts with your tongue like you will do with your gf. I have work to do.”
Raju didn’t hesitate. He walked toward her, kneeling down next to her on the floor. Without any further words, Manisha Aunty removed her breast, pulling her nipple to Raju. She looked down at him with an unreadable expression before guiding him gently toward her.
“Go ahead,” she said, her voice not unkind but still tinged with the urgency of her tasks. She helped him latch on quickly, her hands steady as she positioned him, making sure he was comfortable. She didn’t linger or wait for him to settle fully; there was no time for that. Her hands quickly returned to her work, grabbing the mortar and pestle again, grinding the spices with a quick, practiced rhythm.
Raju’s lips pressed against her breast, and for a moment, the world around him seemed to melt away. The taste of the milk, warm and thick, filled his mouth. He felt arousal in his penis which manisha saw as well. But she might be used to it. He was loving the feeling of sucking boobs he will never see in his life. The flow of milk as he pressed nipple with his tongue and upper mouth was making him sleepy. He could feel the hurry in Manisha Aunty’s movements, the way she shifted between her task and him, her attention split between the work and the nourishment she was providing.
She gave him no time to linger, no opportunity to savor the moment. “Drink quickly,” she urged, her voice soft but insistent. “We don’t have time for anything slow.”
Raju tried to drink faster, but it was harder than he expected, the urgency of her voice echoing in his ears as he felt her pressing the milk out to increase the flow. Manisha Aunty’s hand moved from his head to her breast, gently pressing to help him feed more quickly.
She worked as she fed him, continuing to grind the spices, the rhythm of the mortar and pestle blending with the quiet suckling sounds. Despite her multitasking, there was a certain warmth in the act itself, a tenderness that Raju couldn’t ignore.
His stomach, already starting to feel full, didn’t stop him from drinking. The milk filled him, grounding him, nourishing him. There was no hesitation now, no doubt. His thirst and hunger were being quenched by her, in a way that was both natural and ordinary.
As soon as Raju had taken enough, Manisha Aunty pulled him away gently, not wanting to waste any more time. “There, you’re done,” she said with a finality in her tone. She removed her blouse which become dirty from his saliva and her milk and returned to her work, resuming her grinding, her hands moving just as quickly as before
Raju sat there for a moment, still processing what had just happened, the full feeling in his stomach a reminder of the connection, the nourishment he had received. But there was no time to dwell on it; his aunt’s focus was entirely on the task at hand, and the rhythm of village life continued as it always had.
Raju had always been curious about his father’s family, though his mother’s hatred for them loomed large over his childhood. She often called them “perverted” and “savage” without ever explaining why. On her deathbed, she asked Raju to visit his father’s village and meet his relatives. Months later, in May, Raju finally made the journey from Mumbai to Walwan, a remote village in Maharashtra.
Walwan was a world apart from the city—a quiet, slow-paced place where life seemed untouched by time. His family’s modest home stood at the center of this peaceful village, alive with activity when he arrived in the early morning.
Raju met his two aunts, Sujata and Manisha. Sujata, married to his uncle Sumit, was practical and no-nonsense. Manisha, married to his uncle Sanjeev, intrigued Raju—like his mother, she was a city girl, but unlike her, she had adapted to rural life. His mother had called her "loose" for embracing village life, but Raju wondered if it was a sign of strength.
The household had its tensions. His grandfather, though frail and reliant on a cane, was still lively. His father, Ramesh, now around fifty, was forgetful and subdued. Raju noticed that his aunts seemed frustrated with the older men, though they cared for them diligently.
Sumit, a local politician, and Sanjeev, who owned a vehicle showroom, were successful and respected, keeping the family financially stable. Yet the atmosphere of the house hinted at years of unspoken struggles and sacrifices.
As Raju observed the family, he remembered his mother’s bitterness and the questions that had haunted him growing up. What had caused her hatred? Was it a clash of cultures, or was there a darker secret hidden in his family’s past?
Raju resolved to stay open-minded. This visit wasn’t just about fulfilling his mother’s last wish—it was an opportunity to uncover the truth about his family and confront the shadows of their history.
Sujata Aunty was a striking woman—tall, with smooth, dark skin that glistened in the morning light. Her figure was athletic yet voluptuous, her juicy, firm breasts accentuated by the graceful drape of her saree, hinting at her natural confidence. Her thick, oiled hair was tied neatly, and her commanding presence exuded authority and elegance as she moved swiftly through the house.
Manisha Aunty, on the other hand, was a vision of delicate beauty. Fair-skinned and petite, she had the poise of a model, with soft, refined features and an alluring charm. Her saree hugged her slender frame, highlighting her shapely curves, and the faint outline of her perky figure was visible beneath the fabric. Her juicy, round buttocks swayed gently as she moved, her every gesture seemingly effortless, drawing attention without trying.
“Chalo, Baba, doodh pila deti hu,” Sujata Aunty called out firmly to her father-in-law, who was sitting nearby, watching the morning unfold. Her tone was brisk yet respectful, and the old man rose without hesitation, obedient to her authority.
Manisha Aunty turned her gaze toward Raju’s father, who sat quietly in the corner. “Bhaiya, is time,” she said in a softer, almost melodic tone. Her voice was gentle but firm, and Raju’s father nodded slowly, rising to his feet with a familiar ease, as if following an unspoken routine.
Sujata Aunty patted the space beside her on the bench, indicating that Raju’s father should sit. He lay down with ease, his head resting on her lap as she adjusted her blouse, pulling aside the fabric without a second thought. She gently guided him to latch on to her breasts, urging him, “Come on, bhaiya, drink properly.”
Raju was shocked and realized this is what his mother was talking about. When he looked at sujatha she told him that his mother used to feed their husband which made their grow strong and perform well in college. Raju didn't say anything but observed.
The sound of milk being drawn quietly filled the room, a soft rhythm as her father in law drank. Sujata Aunty’s hand rested on his head, holding him in place as he fed. When his movements became slow, she sighed in frustration. “Stop dawdling, Baba, drink quickly. You need to finish soon.”
Raju’s father, on the other hand, was sitting by Manisha Aunty. She adjusted her blouse and motioned for him to lean forward. His head rested against her chest as he latched on. She made sure he was positioned properly, pressing slightly to encourage the milk to flow more freely. “You need to drink faster. We have work to do,” she said. Her voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, impatience creeping in as he struggled to latch properly.
She gently pressed her breast, increasing the flow. “Drink faster, or you’ll be hungry again in an hour,” she muttered under her breath.
Sujata Aunty glanced over at Manisha Aunty. “If he doesn’t hurry up, we’ll be here all morning.” She adjusted my father's head once again, making sure the milk flowed more freely. “Hurry up,” she urged him, her voice stern. She wasn’t in the mood for delays.
The men were slow, who loved to suck and play with their breasts, taking their time as always, but the women didn’t let it faze them. They were used to this. Their voices would sometimes grow sharper as the minutes passed.
“Drink, Baba, drink. Don’t waste it,” Sujata Aunty said, her tone sharp as she repositioned her FIL's head. She shifted her blouse aside, her hand moving to help press against her breast, encouraging more milk to flow faster. He was slow, and she knew that if he didn’t drink quickly, it would make the rest of the day more difficult.
Manisha Aunty mirrored sujathas actions. She sighed when my father didn’t latch properly. “Come on, bhaiya, I don’t have all day,” she muttered, irritated. She gently pushed him into position again, making sure he was drinking properly. She didn’t have time for him to linger. The house had a lot of work to get done, and she had other things waiting for her.
Raju’s grandfather, after several more moments of difficulty, finally began to drink with a steady rhythm. Sujata Aunty relaxed a little, watching him, though her eyes were still full of quiet frustration. “At least you’re getting better at this,” she muttered. Her hand remained on his head as she softly urged him to drink more.
Raju’s father, too, was getting fuller now, though he had taken longer than expected. Manisha Aunty, still keeping a watchful eye on him, sighed with relief when she felt he was done. She wiped her hands on her skirt and stood up, letting him rest for a moment before urging him to get back to his tasks.
Sujata Aunty, her patience thinning, looked at her husband who was waiting for his breakfast and adjusted her blouse again, helping dadaji finish the last of the milk. “There, you’re done now,” she said, her tone softer now, though still with an edge of impatience. She moved away to tend to other chores.
As the elderly men slowly got up, content and full, the aunts moved on to other responsibilities. The room quieted down again, but there was no time for lingering.
The day began to unfold as usual, with the women taking care of everything—feeding the men, making sure they had what they needed, and then moving on to the next task. There was no fuss, no ceremony about it. It was simply another part of the day, done out of habit, necessity, and the routine of village life.
Raju’s father, feeling full and content, smiled at Manisha Aunty. “Thanks, manisha,” he said, though his voice was a little quieter than usual.
Manisha Aunty, wiping her hands on her sari, smiled and gave Raju’s father a nod. He stood up slowly, satisfied with the meal, and wandered off to join the others outside.
Raju, standing off to the side, noticed how easy it was for the women to shift from performing such intimate act for these men to performing their daily tasks without any hesitation. There was no embarrassment in their actions, only the simple, practical nature of life here.
For them, it wasn’t about ritual or tradition—it was about ensuring these men were cared for, about feeding them when they needed it most, and moving on to the next part of the day. The women didn’t waste time, and the men did what was necessary to stay healthy, even if it was a task that most people outside of the village would never understand.
Raju had been observing his aunts all morning—how they moved effortlessly between tasks, how they cared for the men of the village, feeding them with such care and routine. The image of his aunts’ nurturing presence lingered in his mind, and a curiosity began to build inside him.
Unable to resist, he stood up and walked toward the kitchen where Manisha Aunty was grinding spices. He paused at the doorway, watching her for a moment before gathering the courage to speak.
“Aunty...” Raju began, his voice hesitant. “Can I... see your breasts?”
Manisha Aunty didn’t look up immediately, continuing to grind the spices with precision. But she knew he was there, could sense his presence as surely as she knew the rhythm of her work. After a few moments, she sighed and set the grinding stone down, her attention finally shifting to him.
“You’re curious, I know,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “But you must understand, it’s not just about breasts, Raju. It’s nourishment. It’s not just something physical. It’s a way to keep the body full, to feel grounded, to stay strong. You want to feel it, don’t you?”
Raju stood still, unsure of how to respond. His curiosity about the act of breastfeeding, of feeling the nourishment, was evident on his face. It wasn’t just the milk that intrigued him, but the closeness, the warmth, the comfort that came with it.
Manisha Aunty saw the uncertainty in his eyes and, with a slight frown, gestured for him to come closer. “Alright, come,” she said with an almost imperceptible sigh. “But drink fast. Don't start to play with my breasts with your tongue like you will do with your gf. I have work to do.”
Raju didn’t hesitate. He walked toward her, kneeling down next to her on the floor. Without any further words, Manisha Aunty removed her breast, pulling her nipple to Raju. She looked down at him with an unreadable expression before guiding him gently toward her.
“Go ahead,” she said, her voice not unkind but still tinged with the urgency of her tasks. She helped him latch on quickly, her hands steady as she positioned him, making sure he was comfortable. She didn’t linger or wait for him to settle fully; there was no time for that. Her hands quickly returned to her work, grabbing the mortar and pestle again, grinding the spices with a quick, practiced rhythm.
Raju’s lips pressed against her breast, and for a moment, the world around him seemed to melt away. The taste of the milk, warm and thick, filled his mouth. He felt arousal in his penis which manisha saw as well. But she might be used to it. He was loving the feeling of sucking boobs he will never see in his life. The flow of milk as he pressed nipple with his tongue and upper mouth was making him sleepy. He could feel the hurry in Manisha Aunty’s movements, the way she shifted between her task and him, her attention split between the work and the nourishment she was providing.
She gave him no time to linger, no opportunity to savor the moment. “Drink quickly,” she urged, her voice soft but insistent. “We don’t have time for anything slow.”
Raju tried to drink faster, but it was harder than he expected, the urgency of her voice echoing in his ears as he felt her pressing the milk out to increase the flow. Manisha Aunty’s hand moved from his head to her breast, gently pressing to help him feed more quickly.
She worked as she fed him, continuing to grind the spices, the rhythm of the mortar and pestle blending with the quiet suckling sounds. Despite her multitasking, there was a certain warmth in the act itself, a tenderness that Raju couldn’t ignore.
His stomach, already starting to feel full, didn’t stop him from drinking. The milk filled him, grounding him, nourishing him. There was no hesitation now, no doubt. His thirst and hunger were being quenched by her, in a way that was both natural and ordinary.
As soon as Raju had taken enough, Manisha Aunty pulled him away gently, not wanting to waste any more time. “There, you’re done,” she said with a finality in her tone. She removed her blouse which become dirty from his saliva and her milk and returned to her work, resuming her grinding, her hands moving just as quickly as before
Raju sat there for a moment, still processing what had just happened, the full feeling in his stomach a reminder of the connection, the nourishment he had received. But there was no time to dwell on it; his aunt’s focus was entirely on the task at hand, and the rhythm of village life continued as it always had.
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As the sun dipped lower in the sky, the evening chores came to a close, and the family gathered in the cool shade of the veranda to share a meal. The floor was spread with mats, and the air was thick with the aroma of freshly cooked rice, lentils, and vegetables. The evening meal was a ritual, a time when everyone sat together, sharing not just food but the warmth of family.
Raju sat with, his two aunts, and his grandfather, while his uncles sat on table nearby, all gathered around the spread. The sounds of the village, the soft murmur of voices, and the occasional clink of metal plates filled the air. But as the meal was about to begin, Raju’s father, sitting next to his aunts, pushed his plate away.
“I don’t want the food tonight,” he muttered, glancing at the rice and curry in front of him. “Just milk,” he added softly, almost like a child.
Manisha Aunty, who was sitting opposite him, raised an eyebrow, her voice sharp. “You’re not a child anymore. You’re not going to get away with this today,” she scolded him, her eyes narrowing in disapproval. “We eat as a family, and you’re going to eat your food.”
Sujata Aunty, sitting beside Raju’s father, sighed deeply. “Enough of this nonsense. Every evening, the same story,” she said, her voice firm. She reached for his plate and pushed it closer to him. “Eat your food, or you’ll regret it. We have work to do, and you need your strength.”
But Raju’s father wasn’t having it. His face tightened, and he pushed the plate away again. “No, I just want milk. That’s all.”
Sujata Aunty’s patience was wearing thin. “You’re behaving like a child. Stop it.” She turned to Manisha Aunty with an exasperated look. “He’s going to get no rest if he doesn’t eat properly.”
Sumit uncle, listening to all commotion, said “Manisha vahini, if Sujata is busy you can let him drink from your breasts”. Manisha Aunty stood up, her face hardening. “Fine. If he won’t eat, he’ll drink.” She crossed over to him, her movements swift but determined, a familiar routine. She adjusted her blouse, pulling it aside without hesitation. “Come here,” she said briskly, looking down at him.
Raju’s father didn’t resist. He leaned forward, eager for the milk, not caring about anything else. Manisha Aunty helped him latch on quickly, her hands moving with practiced efficiency as she adjusted him. As he began to drink, she noticed that his grip was stronger than usual. “You’re using your teeth again,” she scolded him, a frown forming on her face. “You know better than this.”
Sanjeev uncle declared, “Bhaiya she is not your toy, you are lucky she even let you come close to her. If she is ready to let you suck her milk you should try not to hurt her”.
Raju’s father pulled away for a moment, his face a little embarrassed, but he didn’t say anything. He resumed drinking, though his movements were still too eager.
Sujata Aunty, watching from across the room, shook her head. “It’s always the same with him. He’s so eager to drink that he forgets his manners,” she muttered under her breath, though the words were directed more at the air than at him.
Manisha Aunty sighed and gently pushed Raju’s father back, repositioning him. “Stop pressing so hard with your teeth. It’s not a game.” She gave him a light slap on the back of his head, a reminder that this wasn’t just about the milk—it was about respect, about behaving properly. “You’re a grown man. Act like one,” she said, though the words lacked the anger of a real scolding. She had seen this before, knew the routine well.
Raju’s father, slightly chagrined but still needing the nourishment, drank more slowly, his grip relaxing a little. Manisha Aunty kept her hand gently on his head, guiding him as he continued. The tension in her posture eased as she felt the flow of milk steady, her hands moving with the same efficiency that had defined her days of motherhood.
Sujata Aunty, still sitting across from them, looked on but didn’t comment further. She simply resumed picking at her own food, shaking her head occasionally at her brother in laws antics. “He’s lucky we let him suck and play with out breasts, Just like a child,” she murmured to herself, though there was a faint smile on her lips.
As Raju’s father finished, Manisha Aunty carefully pulled him away. “There. Are you satisfied now?” she asked, though the question was rhetorical. Her tone softened slightly as she adjusted her blouse and wiped her hands on her sari.
Raju’s father nodded, looking content but still slightly embarrassed. “Thank you,” he said quietly, though his voice was a little sheepish. He sat back down, finally ready to eat, his plate now pushed in front of him.
Manisha Aunty gave him one last look, a mixture of frustration and affection, before turning back to the meal. “Next time, you better eat first,” she warned him, though her voice was calmer now. “We don’t have time for this nonsense every day.”
Raju watching all this asked sujata aunty, if sumit and sanjeev uncle don't mind watching someone else suck their wife's breasts. Sujata aunty looking at her husband, “Its our tradition to feed children till adulthood as a sign of care. Your mother and manisha are from city so they would see only the explicitness of the act. However for us this is a way of life. Your mother fed your uncles till their marriage. She loved them and usually fed them both at a time. However, as she began to realise her son was not getting attention from other womens she decided to leave cursing the while family. Your father however decided to stay back as he was the one who choose me as wife to his younger brother. incase of Manisha she was shocked at first and thought of this as sex, but soon realized she had more duties to perform” Raju asked why grandpa is always so anxious to suck breasts and what will happen if you leave”. Sujata Aunty laughed softly under her breath. “He’s lucky he has us to take care of him,” she said, shaking her head once more before taking a bite of her own food
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, the evening chores came to a close, and the family gathered in the cool shade of the veranda to share a meal. The floor was spread with mats, and the air was thick with the aroma of freshly cooked rice, lentils, and vegetables. The evening meal was a ritual, a time when everyone sat together, sharing not just food but the warmth of family.
Raju sat with, his two aunts, and his grandfather, while his uncles sat on table nearby, all gathered around the spread. The sounds of the village, the soft murmur of voices, and the occasional clink of metal plates filled the air. But as the meal was about to begin, Raju’s father, sitting next to his aunts, pushed his plate away.
“I don’t want the food tonight,” he muttered, glancing at the rice and curry in front of him. “Just milk,” he added softly, almost like a child.
Manisha Aunty, who was sitting opposite him, raised an eyebrow, her voice sharp. “You’re not a child anymore. You’re not going to get away with this today,” she scolded him, her eyes narrowing in disapproval. “We eat as a family, and you’re going to eat your food.”
Sujata Aunty, sitting beside Raju’s father, sighed deeply. “Enough of this nonsense. Every evening, the same story,” she said, her voice firm. She reached for his plate and pushed it closer to him. “Eat your food, or you’ll regret it. We have work to do, and you need your strength.”
But Raju’s father wasn’t having it. His face tightened, and he pushed the plate away again. “No, I just want milk. That’s all.”
Sujata Aunty’s patience was wearing thin. “You’re behaving like a child. Stop it.” She turned to Manisha Aunty with an exasperated look. “He’s going to get no rest if he doesn’t eat properly.”
Sumit uncle, listening to all commotion, said “Manisha vahini, if Sujata is busy you can let him drink from your breasts”. Manisha Aunty stood up, her face hardening. “Fine. If he won’t eat, he’ll drink.” She crossed over to him, her movements swift but determined, a familiar routine. She adjusted her blouse, pulling it aside without hesitation. “Come here,” she said briskly, looking down at him.
Raju’s father didn’t resist. He leaned forward, eager for the milk, not caring about anything else. Manisha Aunty helped him latch on quickly, her hands moving with practiced efficiency as she adjusted him. As he began to drink, she noticed that his grip was stronger than usual. “You’re using your teeth again,” she scolded him, a frown forming on her face. “You know better than this.”
Sanjeev uncle declared, “Bhaiya she is not your toy, you are lucky she even let you come close to her. If she is ready to let you suck her milk you should try not to hurt her”.
Raju’s father pulled away for a moment, his face a little embarrassed, but he didn’t say anything. He resumed drinking, though his movements were still too eager.
Sujata Aunty, watching from across the room, shook her head. “It’s always the same with him. He’s so eager to drink that he forgets his manners,” she muttered under her breath, though the words were directed more at the air than at him.
Manisha Aunty sighed and gently pushed Raju’s father back, repositioning him. “Stop pressing so hard with your teeth. It’s not a game.” She gave him a light slap on the back of his head, a reminder that this wasn’t just about the milk—it was about respect, about behaving properly. “You’re a grown man. Act like one,” she said, though the words lacked the anger of a real scolding. She had seen this before, knew the routine well.
Raju’s father, slightly chagrined but still needing the nourishment, drank more slowly, his grip relaxing a little. Manisha Aunty kept her hand gently on his head, guiding him as he continued. The tension in her posture eased as she felt the flow of milk steady, her hands moving with the same efficiency that had defined her days of motherhood.
Sujata Aunty, still sitting across from them, looked on but didn’t comment further. She simply resumed picking at her own food, shaking her head occasionally at her brother in laws antics. “He’s lucky we let him suck and play with out breasts, Just like a child,” she murmured to herself, though there was a faint smile on her lips.
As Raju’s father finished, Manisha Aunty carefully pulled him away. “There. Are you satisfied now?” she asked, though the question was rhetorical. Her tone softened slightly as she adjusted her blouse and wiped her hands on her sari.
Raju’s father nodded, looking content but still slightly embarrassed. “Thank you,” he said quietly, though his voice was a little sheepish. He sat back down, finally ready to eat, his plate now pushed in front of him.
Manisha Aunty gave him one last look, a mixture of frustration and affection, before turning back to the meal. “Next time, you better eat first,” she warned him, though her voice was calmer now. “We don’t have time for this nonsense every day.”
Raju watching all this asked sujata aunty, if sumit and sanjeev uncle don't mind watching someone else suck their wife's breasts. Sujata aunty looking at her husband, “Its our tradition to feed children till adulthood as a sign of care. Your mother and manisha are from city so they would see only the explicitness of the act. However for us this is a way of life. Your mother fed your uncles till their marriage. She loved them and usually fed them both at a time. However, as she began to realise her son was not getting attention from other womens she decided to leave cursing the while family. Your father however decided to stay back as he was the one who choose me as wife to his younger brother. incase of Manisha she was shocked at first and thought of this as sex, but soon realized she had more duties to perform” Raju asked why grandpa is always so anxious to suck breasts and what will happen if you leave”. Sujata Aunty laughed softly under her breath. “He’s lucky he has us to take care of him,” she said, shaking her head once more before taking a bite of her own food
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Update 3
As the family settled into the rhythm of the evening, Raju’s father, now full from the milk and his meal, quietly joined the others in eating. The tension had dissolved, replaced by the familiarity of the everyday. The quiet hum of the village continued outside, and the family, as always, moved forward together.
As the evening began to fade into night, the family settled into their nighttime routine.
Grandfather, who had been sitting in the corner, watching the family eat and chat, slowly stood up, stretching his stiff limbs. The day had worn on him, and now, as was custom, he was ready for his evening rest.
Sujata Aunty, noticing his movements, stood up first. “Baba, are you ready for bed?” she asked softly, the affectionate tone in her voice unmistakable. It was a routine they all knew well, one that had been a part of their lives for many years.
Grandfather, with his white beard and thinning hair, smiled at his daughter in law. “Yes, yes,” he said, his voice slow and deliberate. “I want to sleep between you two tonight.”
Manisha Aunty, who had been sitting nearby, nodded in understanding. “Of course, Baba,” she replied, the corners of her mouth curling into a soft smile. She had known this ritual for as long as she could remember—her sasurji, in his old age, preferred to rest close to his daughter in laws.
Grandfather looked up at them, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “And I want my milk first,” he added, a playful tone creeping into his voice. “I’ve earned it, haven’t I? After all the work I’ve done today?”
Manisha Aunty chuckled, rolling her eyes. “You’re never too old for your milk, are you, Baba?” She looked over at Sujata Aunty, who was now standing and preparing the bedding for their father. “We’ll get it for you, but you have to promise to sleep properly tonight. No more tossing and turning.”
Sujata Aunty, who had been setting out the blankets and pillows, raised an eyebrow. “I think you need the milk more than you need the sleep, Baba,” she teased, turning to him with a grin. “You know, we’ve been talking about Raju and how he’s been away so long. He’s come back now, and we’ll need to make sure he gets his share of attention. He has missed so much.”
Grandfather nodded knowingly. “Yes, I heard,” he said, his voice softening. “It’s been a while since he’s been home. It’s good he’s back. He’s part of this family. He has to be fed properly, just like the rest of us.”
Manisha Aunty, who had already begun to strip her blouse, motioned to dadaji to come closer. “Come here, Baba. We’ll give you what you need,” she said, her voice a little firmer now. “Milk and rest. That’s all you need.”
Grandfather slowly shuffled over to her, his hands resting on his cane for support. He reached the bed where the two aunts had already positioned themselves, the blankets neatly spread between them. He sat down slowly, his body aching from age, but his spirit still eager for the comfort and nourishment that only his daughter in laws could provide.
Manisha Aunty motioned for him to lie down between them. “We’ll take care of you, Baba,” she said gently.
Grandfather shifted, lying back with his head resting on the pillow. As he settled in, Sujata Aunty moved to his side, adjusting his blanket. “You’ve earned your rest, Baba. But don’t think we’ll let you get away with drinking too quickly,” she added with a laugh. “We know your habits.”
Manisha Aunty leaned on her back and picked him up on her, holding him with her legs around his waist. With her big breast almost the size of grandfather's head. Grandfather settled in, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he began to drink, his body relaxing into the familiar rhythm of the milk. The warmth of the room, the soft sounds of his daughters talking, and the gentle flow of milk brought him a comfort he could never find anywhere else.
As he drank, the two aunts exchanged a brief look, a shared understanding in their eyes. “Raju’s home now, Baba,” Manisha Aunty said quietly. “We’ll make sure he gets everything he needs. He’s grown up, but he’s still part of us. Just like you.”
Sujata Aunty nodded, her hand resting on her father’s shoulder as she continued adjusting the blankets. “Yes, he’s missed a lot, but he’ll catch up. He’ll understand soon enough. This is how we stay strong.”
Grandfather’s eyes closed, his face relaxing as he drank deeply, the rhythm of his sucking matching the soft hum of conversation around him. He rested his head on Manisha's other boob, flow of milk was steady, and as he drank, he could feel the nourishment fill him, just as it had throughout his life.
Manisha Aunty smiled as she looked down at him, the love and care she had for her sasurji evident in her gaze. She gently held his chin, guiding him to take more, to be sure he felt completely satisfied.
“And Raju,” Sujata Aunty added, looking over at Raju, who was sitting quietly nearby, still watching the scene unfold. “He’s going to learn, just like you did. This is how we keep our roots strong. This is who we are.”
Grandfather’s breathing grew deeper, the steady rhythm of his drinking eventually slowing. He seemed content, almost asleep now. His two daughters in laws continued to sleep beside him, the quiet bond between them evident in the peacefulness of the moment.
Once he was asleep both aunts came to rajus bed. Both aunts were very playful. They were playing with each other's breasts just like teen girls. Manisha aunty asked Raju if he had a girlfriend. Raju denied it, saying he didn’t. However, Manisha aunty wasn’t convinced and teased him further, "Don’t try to fool me, Raju. I can see your penis it has not become so big without practice!"
Raju blushed, trying to change the subject, but Manisha aunty pressed on, "Come on, you can tell me! I will teach you tricks, to satisfy her, promise."
Still laughing nervously, Raju replied, "Aunty, I really don’t have one!"
Meanwhile, Sujatha aunty was poking Raju's body to make him laugh and loosen up. Raju, caught between giggles, tried to wriggle away from Sujatha aunty’s playful jabs.
Manisha smirked and said, "Well, if you don’t now, I’m sure you can consider us as one!"
Raju just shook his head, chuckling, as the conversation moved to something else, with the room filled with Raju's laughter. Sujatha aunty asked Raju, to come closer while she sit on side of bed. She pulled her blouse down and held her nipples between her fingers to guide Raju to her aerola. Raju resting on his elbows came closer and latched on. He didn't believe that he was sucking milk from so beautiful women. In his mind he decided he will savor this moment and suck and play with both aunts.
As the family settled into the rhythm of the evening, Raju’s father, now full from the milk and his meal, quietly joined the others in eating. The tension had dissolved, replaced by the familiarity of the everyday. The quiet hum of the village continued outside, and the family, as always, moved forward together.
As the evening began to fade into night, the family settled into their nighttime routine.
Grandfather, who had been sitting in the corner, watching the family eat and chat, slowly stood up, stretching his stiff limbs. The day had worn on him, and now, as was custom, he was ready for his evening rest.
Sujata Aunty, noticing his movements, stood up first. “Baba, are you ready for bed?” she asked softly, the affectionate tone in her voice unmistakable. It was a routine they all knew well, one that had been a part of their lives for many years.
Grandfather, with his white beard and thinning hair, smiled at his daughter in law. “Yes, yes,” he said, his voice slow and deliberate. “I want to sleep between you two tonight.”
Manisha Aunty, who had been sitting nearby, nodded in understanding. “Of course, Baba,” she replied, the corners of her mouth curling into a soft smile. She had known this ritual for as long as she could remember—her sasurji, in his old age, preferred to rest close to his daughter in laws.
Grandfather looked up at them, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “And I want my milk first,” he added, a playful tone creeping into his voice. “I’ve earned it, haven’t I? After all the work I’ve done today?”
Manisha Aunty chuckled, rolling her eyes. “You’re never too old for your milk, are you, Baba?” She looked over at Sujata Aunty, who was now standing and preparing the bedding for their father. “We’ll get it for you, but you have to promise to sleep properly tonight. No more tossing and turning.”
Sujata Aunty, who had been setting out the blankets and pillows, raised an eyebrow. “I think you need the milk more than you need the sleep, Baba,” she teased, turning to him with a grin. “You know, we’ve been talking about Raju and how he’s been away so long. He’s come back now, and we’ll need to make sure he gets his share of attention. He has missed so much.”
Grandfather nodded knowingly. “Yes, I heard,” he said, his voice softening. “It’s been a while since he’s been home. It’s good he’s back. He’s part of this family. He has to be fed properly, just like the rest of us.”
Manisha Aunty, who had already begun to strip her blouse, motioned to dadaji to come closer. “Come here, Baba. We’ll give you what you need,” she said, her voice a little firmer now. “Milk and rest. That’s all you need.”
Grandfather slowly shuffled over to her, his hands resting on his cane for support. He reached the bed where the two aunts had already positioned themselves, the blankets neatly spread between them. He sat down slowly, his body aching from age, but his spirit still eager for the comfort and nourishment that only his daughter in laws could provide.
Manisha Aunty motioned for him to lie down between them. “We’ll take care of you, Baba,” she said gently.
Grandfather shifted, lying back with his head resting on the pillow. As he settled in, Sujata Aunty moved to his side, adjusting his blanket. “You’ve earned your rest, Baba. But don’t think we’ll let you get away with drinking too quickly,” she added with a laugh. “We know your habits.”
Manisha Aunty leaned on her back and picked him up on her, holding him with her legs around his waist. With her big breast almost the size of grandfather's head. Grandfather settled in, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he began to drink, his body relaxing into the familiar rhythm of the milk. The warmth of the room, the soft sounds of his daughters talking, and the gentle flow of milk brought him a comfort he could never find anywhere else.
As he drank, the two aunts exchanged a brief look, a shared understanding in their eyes. “Raju’s home now, Baba,” Manisha Aunty said quietly. “We’ll make sure he gets everything he needs. He’s grown up, but he’s still part of us. Just like you.”
Sujata Aunty nodded, her hand resting on her father’s shoulder as she continued adjusting the blankets. “Yes, he’s missed a lot, but he’ll catch up. He’ll understand soon enough. This is how we stay strong.”
Grandfather’s eyes closed, his face relaxing as he drank deeply, the rhythm of his sucking matching the soft hum of conversation around him. He rested his head on Manisha's other boob, flow of milk was steady, and as he drank, he could feel the nourishment fill him, just as it had throughout his life.
Manisha Aunty smiled as she looked down at him, the love and care she had for her sasurji evident in her gaze. She gently held his chin, guiding him to take more, to be sure he felt completely satisfied.
“And Raju,” Sujata Aunty added, looking over at Raju, who was sitting quietly nearby, still watching the scene unfold. “He’s going to learn, just like you did. This is how we keep our roots strong. This is who we are.”
Grandfather’s breathing grew deeper, the steady rhythm of his drinking eventually slowing. He seemed content, almost asleep now. His two daughters in laws continued to sleep beside him, the quiet bond between them evident in the peacefulness of the moment.
Once he was asleep both aunts came to rajus bed. Both aunts were very playful. They were playing with each other's breasts just like teen girls. Manisha aunty asked Raju if he had a girlfriend. Raju denied it, saying he didn’t. However, Manisha aunty wasn’t convinced and teased him further, "Don’t try to fool me, Raju. I can see your penis it has not become so big without practice!"
Raju blushed, trying to change the subject, but Manisha aunty pressed on, "Come on, you can tell me! I will teach you tricks, to satisfy her, promise."
Still laughing nervously, Raju replied, "Aunty, I really don’t have one!"
Meanwhile, Sujatha aunty was poking Raju's body to make him laugh and loosen up. Raju, caught between giggles, tried to wriggle away from Sujatha aunty’s playful jabs.
Manisha smirked and said, "Well, if you don’t now, I’m sure you can consider us as one!"
Raju just shook his head, chuckling, as the conversation moved to something else, with the room filled with Raju's laughter. Sujatha aunty asked Raju, to come closer while she sit on side of bed. She pulled her blouse down and held her nipples between her fingers to guide Raju to her aerola. Raju resting on his elbows came closer and latched on. He didn't believe that he was sucking milk from so beautiful women. In his mind he decided he will savor this moment and suck and play with both aunts.
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The first rays of dawn filtered through the window, gently waking Raju. He sat up, momentarily disoriented. He didn't quite remember when he had fallen asleep the night before. As he stirred, he became aware of his aunts sleeping on either side of him. Sujata Aunty and Manisha Aunty had slept beside him, their breasts were still hanging out from the night before, their saris loosely draped, a sign of the long night of intimacy. Raju glanced at them, careful not to wake them, but Manisha shifted, her eyes fluttering open.
“You’re up early,” she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep. Without hesitation, she began adjusting her sari, hooking her bra as if it were second nature. Sujata, stirred by the sound, opened her eyes and smiled faintly at Raju before stretching.
“Are you hungry?” Sujata asked, sitting up fully now. “Wait a little. Baba will wake up soon, and he’ll need to be fed first. After that, you can come to me.”
Manisha chuckled softly as she fixed her hair. “He’s so quiet in the morning. Not like the others.” She leaned over and kissed Raju’s forehead. “But don’t worry. There’s enough for everyone.
The first rays of dawn filtered through the window, gently waking Raju. He sat up, momentarily disoriented. He didn't quite remember when he had fallen asleep the night before. As he stirred, he became aware of his aunts sleeping on either side of him. Sujata Aunty and Manisha Aunty had slept beside him, their breasts were still hanging out from the night before, their saris loosely draped, a sign of the long night of intimacy. Raju glanced at them, careful not to wake them, but Manisha shifted, her eyes fluttering open.
“You’re up early,” she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep. Without hesitation, she began adjusting her sari, hooking her bra as if it were second nature. Sujata, stirred by the sound, opened her eyes and smiled faintly at Raju before stretching.
“Are you hungry?” Sujata asked, sitting up fully now. “Wait a little. Baba will wake up soon, and he’ll need to be fed first. After that, you can come to me.”
Manisha chuckled softly as she fixed her hair. “He’s so quiet in the morning. Not like the others.” She leaned over and kissed Raju’s forehead. “But don’t worry. There’s enough for everyone.
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Great start, expecting more erotic lactating & suckling episodes...
Update 5
Within moments, the house began to stir as other family members woke up. Sujata Aunty, now fully awake, sat cross-legged near the doorway, adjusting her sari and preparing for the morning chores.
Just as she finished smoothing her sari, Grandfather shuffled into the room, his cane tapping softly against the floor. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, but his expression was clear. “Sujata,” he called out, his voice raspy. “Come here. I need you.”
Sujata sighed but smiled as she motioned for him to sit beside her. “You never give me a moment’s rest, do you, Baba?” she teased, though her tone remained affectionate.
Grandfather lowered himself onto the mat beside her, leaning back slightly. Sujata adjusted her sari and reached under it to unhook her blouse. She held his head with both her hands, her fingers freeing her breast. She quickly wiped her breasts with her pallu.
She let dadaji open his mouth full before latching him to her large aerola. “suck slowly,” she instructed as he latched on, her hand cradling his head. “You always drink too fast and make yourself cough.”
Grandfather chuckled between sips. “I’m not a child, Sujata. I know what I’m doing.”
Manisha, who was sweeping the room, glanced over and shook her head. “You say that, Baba, but you still get scolded like one,” she said with a laugh.
Sujata smiled, though her hand absentmindedly moved to wipe a little milk that dribbled from the corner of Grandfather’s mouth. She used her palm and then casually rubbed it clean on the edge of her sari. “He’s worse than the our childrens,” she said, gently patting Grandfather’s back as he drank.
Once Grandfather was finished, Sujata adjusted her sari and stood up, heading back to the kitchen. “Raju,” she called over her shoulder, “if you want to drink milk from my breasts. Come here.”
Raju hesitated for a moment but quickly crossed the room to sit beside her. Sujata sat down again, tucking her legs beneath her and pulling Raju close. “Now you are acting all shy. My nipples are still sore from last night. You kept sucking my nipples till my breasts were empty. Manisha had to offer her breasts to satisfy your hunger.” she said softly as she adjusted her breast with her hand to help him latch on. She gave her breast a quick wipe with the side of her palm, not thinking much of it—it was simply her way of ensuring cleanliness.
“Don’t bite like Baba,” she added with a teasing smile. “You’re might have played with your girlfriends breasts, haven't you?”
Raju nodded slightly, focused on drinking. Sujata stroked his hair absentmindedly, her attention already shifting to the day’s tasks.
Across the room, Manisha was finishing up the sweeping when one of her child chintu ran up to her, tugging on her sari. “Aai, I’m hungry,” he whined.
Manisha sighed, setting the broom aside. “All right, all right,” she said, sitting down and motioning for the boy to come closer. She adjusted her sari and unbuttoned her blouse exposing her bra. Using the end of her pallu, she wiped her breast with a quick flick, removing any trace of saliva from her earlier feeding.
“Slowly,” she instructed, her voice firm but not unkind. “We should start feeding only children's in this house.”
The boy nodded, his small hands resting on her breasts as he drank. Manisha winced slightly when he pulled too hard. “put your lips on areola,” she said, giving a small swat to his arm. “Not your teeth, you hear me?”
The boy nodded sheepishly, adjusting himself, and Manisha sighed. She let him drink for a few moments before gently pulling him off and dabbing at the milk trail on her breast with her palm. She muttered " Im going to leave my breasts open while working so you people can suck them without disrupting me during chores."
Within moments, the house began to stir as other family members woke up. Sujata Aunty, now fully awake, sat cross-legged near the doorway, adjusting her sari and preparing for the morning chores.
Just as she finished smoothing her sari, Grandfather shuffled into the room, his cane tapping softly against the floor. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, but his expression was clear. “Sujata,” he called out, his voice raspy. “Come here. I need you.”
Sujata sighed but smiled as she motioned for him to sit beside her. “You never give me a moment’s rest, do you, Baba?” she teased, though her tone remained affectionate.
Grandfather lowered himself onto the mat beside her, leaning back slightly. Sujata adjusted her sari and reached under it to unhook her blouse. She held his head with both her hands, her fingers freeing her breast. She quickly wiped her breasts with her pallu.
She let dadaji open his mouth full before latching him to her large aerola. “suck slowly,” she instructed as he latched on, her hand cradling his head. “You always drink too fast and make yourself cough.”
Grandfather chuckled between sips. “I’m not a child, Sujata. I know what I’m doing.”
Manisha, who was sweeping the room, glanced over and shook her head. “You say that, Baba, but you still get scolded like one,” she said with a laugh.
Sujata smiled, though her hand absentmindedly moved to wipe a little milk that dribbled from the corner of Grandfather’s mouth. She used her palm and then casually rubbed it clean on the edge of her sari. “He’s worse than the our childrens,” she said, gently patting Grandfather’s back as he drank.
Once Grandfather was finished, Sujata adjusted her sari and stood up, heading back to the kitchen. “Raju,” she called over her shoulder, “if you want to drink milk from my breasts. Come here.”
Raju hesitated for a moment but quickly crossed the room to sit beside her. Sujata sat down again, tucking her legs beneath her and pulling Raju close. “Now you are acting all shy. My nipples are still sore from last night. You kept sucking my nipples till my breasts were empty. Manisha had to offer her breasts to satisfy your hunger.” she said softly as she adjusted her breast with her hand to help him latch on. She gave her breast a quick wipe with the side of her palm, not thinking much of it—it was simply her way of ensuring cleanliness.
“Don’t bite like Baba,” she added with a teasing smile. “You’re might have played with your girlfriends breasts, haven't you?”
Raju nodded slightly, focused on drinking. Sujata stroked his hair absentmindedly, her attention already shifting to the day’s tasks.
Across the room, Manisha was finishing up the sweeping when one of her child chintu ran up to her, tugging on her sari. “Aai, I’m hungry,” he whined.
Manisha sighed, setting the broom aside. “All right, all right,” she said, sitting down and motioning for the boy to come closer. She adjusted her sari and unbuttoned her blouse exposing her bra. Using the end of her pallu, she wiped her breast with a quick flick, removing any trace of saliva from her earlier feeding.
“Slowly,” she instructed, her voice firm but not unkind. “We should start feeding only children's in this house.”
The boy nodded, his small hands resting on her breasts as he drank. Manisha winced slightly when he pulled too hard. “put your lips on areola,” she said, giving a small swat to his arm. “Not your teeth, you hear me?”
The boy nodded sheepishly, adjusting himself, and Manisha sighed. She let him drink for a few moments before gently pulling him off and dabbing at the milk trail on her breast with her palm. She muttered " Im going to leave my breasts open while working so you people can suck them without disrupting me during chores."
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