Upon their arrival, Chenbagam inquired, "Why did it take so long for the bath? Both of you change your saree and come soon. Divya, you and the groom should eat now. Only then it would be the right time for the first night. Shanti, prepare food for both of them and get them ready for the first night. I will decorate their room and bed."After saying this, Chenbagam headed to the room where the first night was to take place. Gayatri excitedly exclaimed, "I will come and help you, grandma," and followed Chenbagam.The older and younger sister were wearing cotton sarees when they arrived for dinner. Shanti served the meal to Divya and Harish who were seated together. After finishing their meal, they had fun feeding and playing with each other. Meanwhile, Chenbagam had finished decorating the room for the night. Harish walked into the room just as she was leaving.When he stepped inside, the fragrance of jasmine flowers greeted him. Chenbagam had already switched on the AC to maintain a cool

Shanti entered the room and shut the door behind her. Inside, Divya stood by the mirror next to the bed, revealing the elegance of her smooth back as she untied her petticoat from her chest and secured it around her waist. With a smile, she greeted Shanti, who had just walked in through the mirror, and exclaimed, "Ah, at last, my wedding day has come."As they found themselves in a secluded room, Shanti couldn't help but feel a slight tingle in her body as she stood behind Divya, gazing at her sister's full and swollen breasts in the mirror."Yes, the wedding day is finally here. It's amazing how quickly time has flown by. It feels like just yesterday you were pregnant. So many things have happened in such a short span of time," she remarked, resting her chin on Divya's shoulder and admiring her sister's radiant face and blossoming breasts in the mirror.Divya sensed Shanti's gaze on her chest and questioned, "Why are you staring at my breasts like that?" She raised her hand to remove

Days went by, and one day Shanti called. Chenbagam answered the phone and spoke."Hey, it's me. Your mom is on the line," Chenbagam said."--""Everyone is doing well. How about all of you over there?" she asked."--"She exclaimed, "That's great! When are you bringing them here?""--""Oh, I see. You're all coming in the middle of April?" she asked."--"She said, "Hmm, that's a good day. I was thinking the same thing. We can name the baby in the morning and have the wedding in the evening.""--"She suggested, "Let's have it at our house. Harish's exams will be over by then. You should come the day before too.""--""Okay, okay, I'll let her know. Take care of her," she said.“--”"Haha, you're right. Girls at this age can easily manipulate us," she joked."--""Hmm.. Alright, send my regards to everyone. I'll hang up now," she said."--"After ending the call, Chenbagam went to Divya's room and said, "Shanti called.""What's the news?" Divya asked.Chenbagam replied, "Gayatri has reached puberty.

Chenbagam entered the room and Harish followed closely behind. She placed her basket down and instructed, "Shut the door, Harish."Harish promptly closed the door and grasped Chenbagam's saree, pulling her towards him. In a swift motion, he pressed her against the wall, causing her saree to slip and reveal her blouse. He attempted to unhook it forcefully."Why are you rushing? Why are you tearing it?" Chenbagam questioned, realizing his urgency."Why did you do it? You spread rumors and separated Divya and me after so long," he replied, tearing at the blouse hooks and biting Chenbagam's neck."You mischievous rascal! You're just like your mother, a silent villain. No one would suspect you. But when you're home, you act like this. Ah, don't bite too hard. Don't ruin your blouse," Chenbagam exclaimed. Despite her frustration, she couldn't help but enjoy Harish's actions.Harish tore her blouse, exposing her breast, and squeezed it vigorously, causing Chenbagam some discomfort."This is what

Shanti sighed in exhaustion as she exclaimed, "Oh my! The heat is unbearable here. I reside in the town, and it's not even as hot there compared to this village." She wearily sat on the floor, using the end of her saree to fan herself."In the town, there are numerous buildings, but here in the village, there's only a house every hundred yards. Unfortunately, all the trees have been cut down by these foolish individuals. There's no shade to find solace in, let alone sit comfortably. That's precisely why it feels so scorching hot here," Chenbagam expressed with frustration.Shanti wearily leaned against the wall as Chenbagam spoke, "I'm going to start cooking now. Why don't you go and take a bath? We need to prepare lunch and bring it back to them." Chenbagam began unpacking the utensils from the basket she had brought in the morning, taking them out one by one.Shanti questioned, "Do we really need to rush over there? Let them have some time alone. Harish will take care of Divya. You can

He approached the opposite side of the bed, gently attempting to lift the slumbering child."Be careful as you pick up the baby," said Divya. "You must support its head since it cannot hold it up on its own yet." Heeding his mother's advice, Harish gently lifted the infant and cradled its neck, then carefully placed the baby in her cradle.Divya sat up in bed and pulled her nightgown up to her thigh. When Harish returned after putting the baby down and his eyes widened as he saw her smooth, bare skin, and he felt his prick start to swell. He tried to look away, feeling guilty for having such inappropriate thoughts about his own mother.Leaning on her left hand, Divya raised her hips slightly and pulled the nightgown over her waist, sitting bare-bottomed on the bed. Though naked from below, the bunched nightgown on her thighs concealed her womanhood from Harish's view. She looked up at her son after disrobing.Harish's eyes were drawn to the sight of her exposed buttocks, and he felt

It was 7 in the morning. I woke up to the sound of the TV. Even though I was young, my cock stood up strong and straight. It is because of my mother. Whenever I see her, she wears a loose nighty, or a low cut blouse without any bra and putting on her 42 dd size breasts in display. At a young age, I craved for mother's breast milk. Mother would never tire of providing it for me. Father permitted this until I reached six years old when he chastised both me and my mother one day, telling me to stop drinking milk. However, even after that, mother still secretly provided milk out of affection for me.Whenever my father was absent, I forbid my mother from wearing her blouse. She would leave her breasts exposed and only cover them with her saree. This allowed me to nurse whenever I needed to without any barriers. One day, I woke up feeling incredibly hungry and went to search for my mother. My father was in the living room, watching television. I found my mother in the kitchen, preparing

Mom's Perspective: The ExperimentEverything was going according to plan until the State went into lockdown. The laboratory had to be temporarily closed and the research team was ordered to work from home.The experimental drug made Elizabeth's breasts swollen and filled with milk, since they were now deprived of the industrial strength pumps in the laboratory.She milked herself twice a day in her bedroom, having been supplied with breast pumps, small sealable bags, and a cooling container for transport. Each sample of her milk was invaluable as they represented gradual changes in her body. Her basement freezer was full of bags which had been carefully marked with the date.There was just one problem; her milk supply seemed to be associated with heightened sexual activity. Technicians in the labs typically helped her navigate that snafu. Now that she was isolated, it was more of a challenge.Left without a proper outlet, Elizabeth's hormones were teetering on the brink. She was in

"Awwww! she looks so cute." my mom went all excited at once seeing my sister Radha and her little daughter entering the house.I put the bags inside and crashed on couch tired of the cab journey from airport. My sister's husband Rahul sat beside me on couch and we started talking casually. Even though I didn't spend much time with him to know him fully, I already knew that he's friendly and unlike many son-in-laws here in our society. My sister and mom went to kitchen continuing to talk and started to prepare for lunch. Despite the fact that my sister's family lives in another state, they come visit us once in two months at least and after Shraddha's birth, my sister frequently came here and that's a huge thing for my mom obviously. It's been 7 years since our father died and since then our mom started to raise us and found a nice guy for my sister and let her settle, while I'm still in my final year of graduation.We finish lunch and spend the day talking and playing with her daughter.

When my mom was in college she went to different parts of South America, usually small villages, and it changed her in a lot of ways, one of which was her views on breastfeeding. In her travels she saw that a lot of the women helped out in that field — if one mother was busy, or not producing, a wet nurse (as we'd call them in America), would always be there to help, whether it be a relative or somebody in the village who also had a newborn.This seemed to spur something in my mom, something maternal, a longing to give child-giving nutrients to offspring the way these women were. It's not that surprising that she married my dad a year upon her return at twenty-one, and quickly had me, eager to partake in the nursing process with her own child.My mother never had the biggest breasts in the world, but looking at the pictures shortly before my birth and after, you would have never known — filled with milk, engorged by the process of my coming to being, they expanded to pretty