Fantasy Humiliated Journey of an abuser from old to infant

[MASTUROFALL]

Hi All,
This is a new story on this forum. As you must have known by now from my first story (https://exforum.live/threads/bhabi-breastfeeds-chintu.166764/), I am a huge fan of Breastfeeding Kink. This story follows similar pattern but there is still many new areas, new fantasies which is explored. I hope you like this story

 

[MASTUROFALL]

Update 1
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
Characters of this story:
1. Raman Khanna - He is a 60-year-old man. He is a short, chubby man with skin tone of a Britisher i.e. Pinkish White. In his young days, he has abused many ladies, raped and did a lot of BDSM kind of thing forcefully with them. In the village, all the person used to scare of him. But Now with age, he has become powerless and helpless. He is alone in his life now.
2. Leela - She is a 34 year old Busty Indian woman from the same village.
3. Rani - She is 32 year old Busty Indian woman from the same village.
4. Shanti - She is 29 year old Busty Indian woman from the same village.


Story starts from here:

The sun dipped low in the sky, painting the village in hues of orange and gold. The air was thick with humidity, carrying the scent of damp earth and the distant aroma of cooking spices from the nearby homes. Leela, a woman of ample curves and dark, lustrous hair, walked with a sway in her hips that belied her modest demeanor. Her sari was a vibrant shade of red, the color of passion, and it clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her voluptuous figure.
She made her way to Raman's house, a modest abode tucked away in the heart of the village.
As she approached, she could see him through the open window, tending to his vegetables in the garden. He was a man of simple needs, his skin looked pink and chubby. As he was short height person, almost midget, hence he was not looking much older, though he is 60.
Leela cleared her throat, drawing his attention. Raman looked up, his eyes widening slightly as he saw her. "Leela," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "What brings you here?"
Leela leaned against the doorframe, her eyes never leaving his. "I was thinking about you, Raman Babu," she said, her voice low and husky. "About how I haven't seen you in so long. And I thought, why not come and say hello?"
Raman's smile grew wider, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "Well, Leela, you know you're always welcome here. But...
what's on your mind, Leela? You look like you're up to something."
Leela chuckled, a sound that was both innocent and seductive. She pushed away from the doorframe and sauntered into the house, her hips swaying with each step. "I am, Raman Babu" she admitted. "But it's not something we can talk about here. Not with prying eyes and wagging tongues."
Raman raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And where do you suggest we go?"
Leela leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "Meet me by the old hut, near the river. That's the Hut owned by me." she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, "I will be waiting for you"
Raman's eyes widened in confusion, but he nodded nonetheless. "I'll be there," he said, his voice barely audible.
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."

 

[Manju143]

Update 1
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
Characters of this story:
1. Raman Khanna - He is a 60-year-old man. He is a short, chubby man with skin tone of a Britisher i.e. Pinkish White. In his young days, he has abused many ladies, raped and did a lot of BDSM kind of thing forcefully with them. In the village, all the person used to scare of him. But Now with age, he has become powerless and helpless. He is alone in his life now.
2. Leela - She is a 34 year old Busty Indian woman from the same village.
3. Rani - She is 32 year old Busty Indian woman from the same village.
4. Shanti - She is 29 year old Busty Indian woman from the same village.


Story starts from here:

The sun dipped low in the sky, painting the village in hues of orange and gold. The air was thick with humidity, carrying the scent of damp earth and the distant aroma of cooking spices from the nearby homes. Leela, a woman of ample curves and dark, lustrous hair, walked with a sway in her hips that belied her modest demeanor. Her sari was a vibrant shade of red, the color of passion, and it clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her voluptuous figure.
She made her way to Raman's house, a modest abode tucked away in the heart of the village.
As she approached, she could see him through the open window, tending to his vegetables in the garden. He was a man of simple needs, his skin looked pink and chubby. As he was short height person, almost midget, hence he was not looking much older, though he is 60.
Leela cleared her throat, drawing his attention. Raman looked up, his eyes widening slightly as he saw her. "Leela," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "What brings you here?"
Leela leaned against the doorframe, her eyes never leaving his. "I was thinking about you, Raman Babu," she said, her voice low and husky. "About how I haven't seen you in so long. And I thought, why not come and say hello?"
Raman's smile grew wider, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "Well, Leela, you know you're always welcome here. But...
what's on your mind, Leela? You look like you're up to something."
Leela chuckled, a sound that was both innocent and seductive. She pushed away from the doorframe and sauntered into the house, her hips swaying with each step. "I am, Raman Babu" she admitted. "But it's not something we can talk about here. Not with prying eyes and wagging tongues."
Raman raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And where do you suggest we go?"
Leela leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "Meet me by the old hut, near the river. That's the Hut owned by me." she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, "I will be waiting for you"
Raman's eyes widened in confusion, but he nodded nonetheless. "I'll be there," he said, his voice barely audible.
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."

Very good start.
I'm excited to read what happens next in the story.
Eagerly waiting for the next episode.

 

[Manju143]

Update 1
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
Characters of this story:
1. Raman Khanna - He is a 60-year-old man. He is a short, chubby man with skin tone of a Britisher i.e. Pinkish White. In his young days, he has abused many ladies, raped and did a lot of BDSM kind of thing forcefully with them. In the village, all the person used to scare of him. But Now with age, he has become powerless and helpless. He is alone in his life now.
2. Leela - She is a 34 year old Busty Indian woman from the same village.
3. Rani - She is 32 year old Busty Indian woman from the same village.
4. Shanti - She is 29 year old Busty Indian woman from the same village.


Story starts from here:

The sun dipped low in the sky, painting the village in hues of orange and gold. The air was thick with humidity, carrying the scent of damp earth and the distant aroma of cooking spices from the nearby homes. Leela, a woman of ample curves and dark, lustrous hair, walked with a sway in her hips that belied her modest demeanor. Her sari was a vibrant shade of red, the color of passion, and it clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her voluptuous figure.
She made her way to Raman's house, a modest abode tucked away in the heart of the village.
As she approached, she could see him through the open window, tending to his vegetables in the garden. He was a man of simple needs, his skin looked pink and chubby. As he was short height person, almost midget, hence he was not looking much older, though he is 60.
Leela cleared her throat, drawing his attention. Raman looked up, his eyes widening slightly as he saw her. "Leela," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "What brings you here?"
Leela leaned against the doorframe, her eyes never leaving his. "I was thinking about you, Raman Babu," she said, her voice low and husky. "About how I haven't seen you in so long. And I thought, why not come and say hello?"
Raman's smile grew wider, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "Well, Leela, you know you're always welcome here. But...
what's on your mind, Leela? You look like you're up to something."
Leela chuckled, a sound that was both innocent and seductive. She pushed away from the doorframe and sauntered into the house, her hips swaying with each step. "I am, Raman Babu" she admitted. "But it's not something we can talk about here. Not with prying eyes and wagging tongues."
Raman raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And where do you suggest we go?"
Leela leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "Meet me by the old hut, near the river. That's the Hut owned by me." she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, "I will be waiting for you"
Raman's eyes widened in confusion, but he nodded nonetheless. "I'll be there," he said, his voice barely audible.
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."

Next part please

 

[MASTUROFALL]

Update 2
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
The old hut was nestled in a grove of mango trees, the sweet scent of their blossoms heavy in the air. Leela was waiting for Raman, seated on a large, low cot that was pushed up against the wall. She had changed into a simple, white sari that clung to her curves in a way that was both innocent and provocative. Her hair was loose, cascading down her back in dark waves, and her eyes were alight with a mixture of mischief and desire.
Raman entered the hut, his breath catching in his throat as he saw her. "Leela," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"
Leela smiled, a slow, wicked smile that sent a shiver down his spine. "I've been thinking about you, Raman," she said, her voice low and sultry. "And I wanted to do something... different."
She patted the cot beside her, inviting him to sit. Raman hesitated for a moment before joining her, the cot creaking slightly under their combined weight.
"What do you mean, different?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Leela reached out, her hand cupping his cheek. "I've been feeling... motherly," she said, her fingers tracing his jawline. "I want to... to breastfeed you."
Raman's eyes widened in surprise.
“What?” he sputtered, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. “Leela, I don’t understand. I’m not...”
Leela placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. “Shh,” she whispered, her voice soft yet firm. “I know, Raman. But you see, I want to feel that connection, that intimacy. I want you to be my little baby.”
She moved her hand from his lips to his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Raman watched, mesmerized as she revealed his bare chubby white skin, inch by inch.
“But Leela, I’m not a baby,” he said, his voice quivering slightly.
She laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine. “No, you’re not. But you will be, for me. You will be my little one.”
She pushed him gently until he was lying on the cot, his shirt open, revealing his smooth chubby bare chest.
Leela could feel the tension arising inside Raman. She could feel now that even if he is hesitating, he still wants a woman's touch, wants to touch a naked woman. Its been almost 15 years he has been deprived of any woman's touch. He is desperate now. Taking advantage of this situation, Leela started humiliating him by making him realize that Raman looks like a baby only because of his chubby body, white pinking skin tone and short height almost like a midget.
“Look at you,” she cooed, running her hand over his protruding belly. “All soft and squishy, just like a little baby.”
Raman felt a flush of anger, but it was quickly overtaken by a wave of arousal. He could feel his cock stirring in his pants, betraying him.
“Fuck, Leela,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. “This is fucking weird.”
Leela chuckled, a sound that was both innocent and seductive. “Maybe it is, Raman. But it’s what I want.” Leela whispered, her voice husky with desire. She continued, "If you really want to see my boobs, then the only way you can get it, as my baby. No other way. If you are not ok with this, then fine, you can go."
Raman's cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal. He was torn between his pride and his desire. His cock was throbbing now, demanding release. He could feel the wet patch growing on his pants, the scent of his arousal filling the air.
Leela noticed his predicament and smirked, her hand moving to his pants. "Let's get these off, shall we?" she said, her voice husky and demanding.
Raman hesitated, "But why do you want me to be NANGA?"
Leela replied, "Because I want you to be a 6 months old baby"
Raman's face turned red in shame and anger. He shouted, "Fuck you, Leela! Why the fuck would you want me to be a baby. I am a 60 year old man. I am not a fucking baby."
Leela leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Because I want to feel your mouth on my nipple. I want to feel your tongue swirling around it. I want to feel your tiny hands gripping my boobs. I want to feel your body pressing against mine as you suckle. And I want to feel your tiny cock peeing on me. I want you to poop on me like a baby so that i can clean your asshole by putting my hinger inside and clean properly like a baby. This is the only way I can have all of that, Raman."
So if you want to taste my tits, you'll do as I say," she growled, her voice dripping with lust and demand.
Raman could feel his cock pulsing against his pants, betraying his arousal despite his anger. He gritted his teeth, trying to find the strength to resist her, but his body was a traitor, eager to submit to her desires.
Leela saw the battle in his eyes and smirked. She took his hand and placed it on her breast, the firm mound straining against the thin fabric of her sari. "Feel that, Raman. Feel how firm and full they are. Just like a mother's breast, ready to feed her hungry little one."
Raman's hand trembled as he felt the weight of her breast, the nipple hardening under his touch. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, could smell the sweet scent of her skin.
Leela smiled, her eyes half-closed as she reveled in his touch. "Good boy," she murmured. "Now, let's get you ready."
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."

 

[Manju143]

Update 2
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
The old hut was nestled in a grove of mango trees, the sweet scent of their blossoms heavy in the air. Leela was waiting for Raman, seated on a large, low cot that was pushed up against the wall. She had changed into a simple, white sari that clung to her curves in a way that was both innocent and provocative. Her hair was loose, cascading down her back in dark waves, and her eyes were alight with a mixture of mischief and desire.
Raman entered the hut, his breath catching in his throat as he saw her. "Leela," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"
Leela smiled, a slow, wicked smile that sent a shiver down his spine. "I've been thinking about you, Raman," she said, her voice low and sultry. "And I wanted to do something... different."
She patted the cot beside her, inviting him to sit. Raman hesitated for a moment before joining her, the cot creaking slightly under their combined weight.
"What do you mean, different?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Leela reached out, her hand cupping his cheek. "I've been feeling... motherly," she said, her fingers tracing his jawline. "I want to... to breastfeed you."
Raman's eyes widened in surprise.
“What?” he sputtered, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. “Leela, I don’t understand. I’m not...”
Leela placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. “Shh,” she whispered, her voice soft yet firm. “I know, Raman. But you see, I want to feel that connection, that intimacy. I want you to be my little baby.”
She moved her hand from his lips to his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Raman watched, mesmerized as she revealed his bare chubby white skin, inch by inch.
“But Leela, I’m not a baby,” he said, his voice quivering slightly.
She laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine. “No, you’re not. But you will be, for me. You will be my little one.”
She pushed him gently until he was lying on the cot, his shirt open, revealing his smooth chubby bare chest.
Leela could feel the tension arising inside Raman. She could feel now that even if he is hesitating, he still wants a woman's touch, wants to touch a naked woman. Its been almost 15 years he has been deprived of any woman's touch. He is desperate now. Taking advantage of this situation, Leela started humiliating him by making him realize that Raman looks like a baby only because of his chubby body, white pinking skin tone and short height almost like a midget.
“Look at you,” she cooed, running her hand over his protruding belly. “All soft and squishy, just like a little baby.”
Raman felt a flush of anger, but it was quickly overtaken by a wave of arousal. He could feel his cock stirring in his pants, betraying him.
“Fuck, Leela,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. “This is fucking weird.”
Leela chuckled, a sound that was both innocent and seductive. “Maybe it is, Raman. But it’s what I want.” Leela whispered, her voice husky with desire. She continued, "If you really want to see my boobs, then the only way you can get it, as my baby. No other way. If you are not ok with this, then fine, you can go."
Raman's cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal. He was torn between his pride and his desire. His cock was throbbing now, demanding release. He could feel the wet patch growing on his pants, the scent of his arousal filling the air.
Leela noticed his predicament and smirked, her hand moving to his pants. "Let's get these off, shall we?" she said, her voice husky and demanding.
Raman hesitated, "But why do you want me to be NANGA?"
Leela replied, "Because I want you to be a 6 months old baby"
Raman's face turned red in shame and anger. He shouted, "Fuck you, Leela! Why the fuck would you want me to be a baby. I am a 60 year old man. I am not a fucking baby."
Leela leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Because I want to feel your mouth on my nipple. I want to feel your tongue swirling around it. I want to feel your tiny hands gripping my boobs. I want to feel your body pressing against mine as you suckle. And I want to feel your tiny cock peeing on me. I want you to poop on me like a baby so that i can clean your asshole by putting my hinger inside and clean properly like a baby. This is the only way I can have all of that, Raman."
So if you want to taste my tits, you'll do as I say," she growled, her voice dripping with lust and demand.
Raman could feel his cock pulsing against his pants, betraying his arousal despite his anger. He gritted his teeth, trying to find the strength to resist her, but his body was a traitor, eager to submit to her desires.
Leela saw the battle in his eyes and smirked. She took his hand and placed it on her breast, the firm mound straining against the thin fabric of her sari. "Feel that, Raman. Feel how firm and full they are. Just like a mother's breast, ready to feed her hungry little one."
Raman's hand trembled as he felt the weight of her breast, the nipple hardening under his touch. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, could smell the sweet scent of her skin.
Leela smiled, her eyes half-closed as she reveled in his touch. "Good boy," she murmured. "Now, let's get you ready."
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."

Awesome
Well written

You have chosen a profile pic that suits the story. The profile pic is great.

I am eagerly waiting for the next part. I hope I will be able to read the third part as soon as I read the second part of the story.

Thank You

 

[MASTUROFALL]

Hi All,

I am drafting my next update. But I can see a very few ppl are interested for this story. I would encourage ppl to visit this thread and motivate me to write more.

 

[Manju143]

Hi All,

I am drafting my next update. But I can see a very few ppl are interested for this story. I would encourage ppl to visit this thread and motivate me to write more.

I'm eager to read the next part, but a sixty-year-old man like Raman urinating and defecating on a woman's lap doesn't seem appropriate in any story.

Show Leela a sixty-year-old short man like Raman thoroughly enjoying breastfeeding.
The excitement on Leela's face as she breastfed Raman and the joy of breastfeeding a grown man. Show these things in the story.

To Ramana Leela loves milk. Leela breastfeeds Raman three or four times a day. Raman drinks Leela's milk like a hungry baby.

Leela breastfeeds Raman for at least a month. After that, they both start having sex while breastfeeding.

Show Leela Raman breastfeeding in a nursing bra so that it will be easier for Raman to breastfeed. Leela feeds Raman milk for about half an hour until he is full.

I request you as a reader to describe these things in the next section.

Thank You

 

[MASTUROFALL]

Update 3
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."

"First, we need to get you clean," she said, her voice firm. "Let's take care of that chubby belly and that hairy cock first."

She walked over to a bucket filled with water, grabbed a rag, and dipped it inside. Raman watched, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear, as she wrung out the excess water and walked back towards him.

"Lift up your shirt, baby," she commanded, her voice stern yet gentle. Raman complied, his shirt riding up to expose his bare, round belly. Leela smiled, running the cool, wet rag over his skin.

The water felt good, soothing, as it trailed along the rolls of his belly. She could see his cock straining against his pants, the damp spot prominent now.

Raman swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He nodded, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal.

Leela made quick work of his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. His tiny cock free, hard and leaking precum. She let out a low whistle, her eyes widening at the sight. "Raman Beta" she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You're a big boy, aren't you?"

She grabbed his cock, wrapping her hand around the shaft. Raman gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Leela," he groaned, his voice laced with pleasure and shame.

Leela ignored his protests, her hand stroking him firmly.

"First, we need to get this big boy clean," she said, her voice firm. She grabbed the rag, still wet from the bucket, and began to rub it along his shaft.

She applied some shaving foam around his cock, took the razor, and started slowly shaving Raman. This was the only body part along with his asshole area which had hair.

"Spread your legs, baby," Leela ordered, her voice firm. Raman complied, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he exposed himself to her. He could feel the cool air on his exposed skin, and it sent a shiver down his spine. Leela knelt between his legs, her eyes locked onto his cock. She could see the precum leaking from the tip, a glistening drop that begged to be licked away.

Raman's heart was pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. He could feel the tension building, could feel the pleasure coiling in his stomach, ready to explode.

And yet, Leela took her time, her touch gentle and teasing, her eyes never leaving his.

"You like that, baby?" she murmured, her voice low and husky. "You like how it feels when I touch you?"

Raman nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Y-yes," he stuttered, his voice barely audible.

Leela smirked, "A mother can touch her child's any part without shame. From now I am your mom and you are my baby"

She ran her fingers through his pubic hair, now slick with shaving cream. Raman squirmed, his cock twitching with anticipation.

"Mommy needs to make sure you're clean, baby," she cooed, her voice laced with lust. She took the razor, her touch gentle as she began to shave him, the blade gliding over his skin, leaving it smooth and bare.

Raman gasped, his hips jerking as the cool air hit his newly shaven skin. "Mommy's making sure her baby is clean," Leela murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Leela firmly ordered, "Now spread your legs so that I can clean your asshole area. Little bit of hair left there as well."

Leela poured warm water over a clean cloth and began to softly cleanse his asshole area, her touch gentle yet firm. Raman squirmed, the sensation both embarrassing and arousing.

"Mommy's making sure her baby is clean everywhere," Leela cooed.

After a while Raman was fully clean. His smooth clean skin, chubby body, pinkish white skin tone and almost dwarf like height, he looked like a cute little baby there.

Leela couldn't help but let out a small giggle at the sight. Raman, now clean and bare, looked up at her with wide, innocent eyes. "Mommy," he said, his voice small and plaintive. "Mommy, I'm hungry."

Leela smiled, her heart swelling with a strange mix of maternal affection and lust. "That's my good little baby," she cooed, her voice filled with warmth. "Mommy's going to feed you now."

She lifted her sari, pulling it up and over her head, revealing her huge breast, dark big areolas and hard nipple.

Leela, "Take this nipple into your mouth beta. Drink Mama's DUDU"

Raman looked up at her, his eyes wide with a mix of desire and confusion. He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, his tiny lips latching onto her nipple. Leela let out a low moan, her back arching as pleasure coursed through her.

"That's it, baby," she murmured, her voice filled with lust. "Suck on Mama's nipple. Drink Mama's milk."

Raman did as he was told, his mouth forming a tight seal around her nipple. He sucked hard, his little tongue swirling around her areola.

Leela groaned, her hips bucking against the cot as waves of pleasure rippled through her. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close, guiding him. "Yes, baby," she hissed. Make Mama feel good."

Raman responded to her encouragement, his suckling becoming more intense, more demanding. Leela could feel her milk starting to flow, could feel the warmth spreading through her body. She let out a low moan, her hips grinding against the cot.

While Leela was breastfeeding Raman, she realized that the first stage of humiliation is done. More importantly she is getting pleasure out of it.

She then decided to take it to next level.

NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."

 

[Manju143]

Update 3
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."

"First, we need to get you clean," she said, her voice firm. "Let's take care of that chubby belly and that hairy cock first."

She walked over to a bucket filled with water, grabbed a rag, and dipped it inside. Raman watched, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear, as she wrung out the excess water and walked back towards him.

"Lift up your shirt, baby," she commanded, her voice stern yet gentle. Raman complied, his shirt riding up to expose his bare, round belly. Leela smiled, running the cool, wet rag over his skin.

The water felt good, soothing, as it trailed along the rolls of his belly. She could see his cock straining against his pants, the damp spot prominent now.

Raman swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He nodded, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal.

Leela made quick work of his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. His tiny cock free, hard and leaking precum. She let out a low whistle, her eyes widening at the sight. "Raman Beta" she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You're a big boy, aren't you?"

She grabbed his cock, wrapping her hand around the shaft. Raman gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Leela," he groaned, his voice laced with pleasure and shame.

Leela ignored his protests, her hand stroking him firmly.

"First, we need to get this big boy clean," she said, her voice firm. She grabbed the rag, still wet from the bucket, and began to rub it along his shaft.

She applied some shaving foam around his cock, took the razor, and started slowly shaving Raman. This was the only body part along with his asshole area which had hair.

"Spread your legs, baby," Leela ordered, her voice firm. Raman complied, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he exposed himself to her. He could feel the cool air on his exposed skin, and it sent a shiver down his spine. Leela knelt between his legs, her eyes locked onto his cock. She could see the precum leaking from the tip, a glistening drop that begged to be licked away.

Raman's heart was pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. He could feel the tension building, could feel the pleasure coiling in his stomach, ready to explode.

And yet, Leela took her time, her touch gentle and teasing, her eyes never leaving his.

"You like that, baby?" she murmured, her voice low and husky. "You like how it feels when I touch you?"

Raman nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Y-yes," he stuttered, his voice barely audible.

Leela smirked, "A mother can touch her child's any part without shame. From now I am your mom and you are my baby"

She ran her fingers through his pubic hair, now slick with shaving cream. Raman squirmed, his cock twitching with anticipation.

"Mommy needs to make sure you're clean, baby," she cooed, her voice laced with lust. She took the razor, her touch gentle as she began to shave him, the blade gliding over his skin, leaving it smooth and bare.

Raman gasped, his hips jerking as the cool air hit his newly shaven skin. "Mommy's making sure her baby is clean," Leela murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Leela firmly ordered, "Now spread your legs so that I can clean your asshole area. Little bit of hair left there as well."

Leela poured warm water over a clean cloth and began to softly cleanse his asshole area, her touch gentle yet firm. Raman squirmed, the sensation both embarrassing and arousing.

"Mommy's making sure her baby is clean everywhere," Leela cooed.

After a while Raman was fully clean. His smooth clean skin, chubby body, pinkish white skin tone and almost dwarf like height, he looked like a cute little baby there.

Leela couldn't help but let out a small giggle at the sight. Raman, now clean and bare, looked up at her with wide, innocent eyes. "Mommy," he said, his voice small and plaintive. "Mommy, I'm hungry."

Leela smiled, her heart swelling with a strange mix of maternal affection and lust. "That's my good little baby," she cooed, her voice filled with warmth. "Mommy's going to feed you now."

She lifted her sari, pulling it up and over her head, revealing her huge breast, dark big areolas and hard nipple.

Leela, "Take this nipple into your mouth beta. Drink Mama's DUDU"

Raman looked up at her, his eyes wide with a mix of desire and confusion. He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, his tiny lips latching onto her nipple. Leela let out a low moan, her back arching as pleasure coursed through her.

"That's it, baby," she murmured, her voice filled with lust. "Suck on Mama's nipple. Drink Mama's milk."

Raman did as he was told, his mouth forming a tight seal around her nipple. He sucked hard, his little tongue swirling around her areola.

Leela groaned, her hips bucking against the cot as waves of pleasure rippled through her. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close, guiding him. "Yes, baby," she hissed. Make Mama feel good."

Raman responded to her encouragement, his suckling becoming more intense, more demanding. Leela could feel her milk starting to flow, could feel the warmth spreading through her body. She let out a low moan, her hips grinding against the cot.

While Leela was breastfeeding Raman, she realized that the first stage of humiliation is done. More importantly she is getting pleasure out of it.

She then decided to take it to next level.

NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."

Awesome
KeyThere are no words to praise the story. Your writing is really great.

I hope you will bring us the next part soon to read.