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Update 13
Janaki’s pregnancy brought happiness to the family. Ramesh, felt relieved, while Sumit and Sanjeev, her younger brothers-in-law, were proud. The house felt calmer and more settled.
With the pregnancy, Janaki was told to rest. Ramesh and his brothers kept her away from heavy work, and even Louis, who often stayed close, was asked to give her space. She explained it gently to him, and though he nodded, she saw the emptiness in his eyes.
Louis kept his distance, often sitting under the neem tree, watching the house quietly. Janaki noticed his silence and his sadness. One day, when she called him, he only smiled politely and walked away. That moment stayed with her.
At night, she thought of him. He missed being cared for, missed the closeness they once shared. She understood. The next morning, she told him softly, “I’ll find someone who will care for you, who will give you the love you need.” He said nothing, but she knew he heard her.
A few days later, Ramesh’s sister arrived to help. She was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried herself with authority. Her body showed years of motherhood, her breasts large, full, and rounded shaped by years of nursing children, meant for nourishment and comfort, not allure. Her blouse was large and loose, allowing her to care for children with ease. Her pallu often slipped naturally as she worked. Louis noticed her. He stared often, out of desire.
Janaki saw this. A thought formed in her mind maybe Louis could find the comfort he missed through Ramesh’s sister. Perhaps this was the way to bring care back into his life.
Janaki’s pregnancy brought happiness to the family. Ramesh, felt relieved, while Sumit and Sanjeev, her younger brothers-in-law, were proud. The house felt calmer and more settled.
With the pregnancy, Janaki was told to rest. Ramesh and his brothers kept her away from heavy work, and even Louis, who often stayed close, was asked to give her space. She explained it gently to him, and though he nodded, she saw the emptiness in his eyes.
Louis kept his distance, often sitting under the neem tree, watching the house quietly. Janaki noticed his silence and his sadness. One day, when she called him, he only smiled politely and walked away. That moment stayed with her.
At night, she thought of him. He missed being cared for, missed the closeness they once shared. She understood. The next morning, she told him softly, “I’ll find someone who will care for you, who will give you the love you need.” He said nothing, but she knew he heard her.
A few days later, Ramesh’s sister arrived to help. She was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried herself with authority. Her body showed years of motherhood, her breasts large, full, and rounded shaped by years of nursing children, meant for nourishment and comfort, not allure. Her blouse was large and loose, allowing her to care for children with ease. Her pallu often slipped naturally as she worked. Louis noticed her. He stared often, out of desire.
Janaki saw this. A thought formed in her mind maybe Louis could find the comfort he missed through Ramesh’s sister. Perhaps this was the way to bring care back into his life.
Update 14
Janaki waited until evening, when the house was quiet and the day’s work was done. Ramesh’s sister sat on the veranda, combing her thick hair, her strong shoulders and full chest pressing softly against the loose drape of her sari.
Janaki came and sat beside her, speaking openly. “Didi, you’ve always been like a mother to everyone here. You’ve given your milk, your lap, your comfort… and I have done the same for Sumit, Sanjeev, and even Louis the foreign babu.”
The comb froze mid-stroke. “Even the foreign babu?” Didi asked, brows lifting.
“Yes,” Janaki replied. “I fed him. He needed it. And I think he still does.”
A grin spread across Didi’s face, this one broad and unrestrained, her voice rich with earthy humor. “Arre, then why didn’t you tell me sooner? If he wants, I will pull him right into my arms. I’ll let him drink until he is full. I’ve never been shy about giving what God gave me. A man that fair and handsome… I would like to see his eyes when he feels my breast in his mouth.” She laughed, a deep, confident sound. “Let him come to me, I will give him more than milk.”
She set her comb aside, adjusting her sari so the curve of her bosom showed more clearly. “If he wishes, he can sleep beside me. I will feed him, hold him, stroke his hair until he sleeps. I will not chase him… but if he comes, I’ll give him all the care he can take.”
Janaki smiled in satisfaction. “That’s what I want, Didi. He misses that care. Your body can give it to him not just milk, but the feeling of a love.”
The veranda fell silent, except for the sound of the night air. The playful, confident glint in Didi’s eyes told Janaki that she was not only willing to feed Louis but wanted to enjoy his body.
Janaki waited until evening, when the house was quiet and the day’s work was done. Ramesh’s sister sat on the veranda, combing her thick hair, her strong shoulders and full chest pressing softly against the loose drape of her sari.
Janaki came and sat beside her, speaking openly. “Didi, you’ve always been like a mother to everyone here. You’ve given your milk, your lap, your comfort… and I have done the same for Sumit, Sanjeev, and even Louis the foreign babu.”
The comb froze mid-stroke. “Even the foreign babu?” Didi asked, brows lifting.
“Yes,” Janaki replied. “I fed him. He needed it. And I think he still does.”
A grin spread across Didi’s face, this one broad and unrestrained, her voice rich with earthy humor. “Arre, then why didn’t you tell me sooner? If he wants, I will pull him right into my arms. I’ll let him drink until he is full. I’ve never been shy about giving what God gave me. A man that fair and handsome… I would like to see his eyes when he feels my breast in his mouth.” She laughed, a deep, confident sound. “Let him come to me, I will give him more than milk.”
She set her comb aside, adjusting her sari so the curve of her bosom showed more clearly. “If he wishes, he can sleep beside me. I will feed him, hold him, stroke his hair until he sleeps. I will not chase him… but if he comes, I’ll give him all the care he can take.”
Janaki smiled in satisfaction. “That’s what I want, Didi. He misses that care. Your body can give it to him not just milk, but the feeling of a love.”
The veranda fell silent, except for the sound of the night air. The playful, confident glint in Didi’s eyes told Janaki that she was not only willing to feed Louis but wanted to enjoy his body.
Update 15
That night, the house lay under a blanket of stillness, yet the air between Louis and Ramesh’s sister carried an unspoken pull. Louis sat in his room, his book open but unread, his thoughts fixed on the way her deep-brown skin seemed to glow against the cream folds of her sari, the gentle slope of her shoulders leading to the full, heavy curve of her chest not as something to claim, but as a source of comfort and life.
Janaki appeared quietly she kissed him and said, “Louis, Didi knows you miss our care. If you wish, you can sleep beside her. She will care for you, but she will not begin anything.”
When the household slept, Louis went to her door. It was slightly ajar, and she sat waiting, hair loose, her low-cut blouse revealing the natural roundness of her breasts broad at the base, tapering to large, soft areolas darkened with years of nourishing children. Her posture was calm, her presence steady. She made space for him without a word.
He lay beside her, still and unsure. She placed her lips on his and threaded her fingers into his hair, combing through slowly. “You are so pale,” she murmured, her voice warm with amusement. “Are you pale everywhere? Even there?” Her eyes studied him with a mix of care and playful challenge.
With practiced ease, she took his head in her hands, guiding him down until his lips brushed her nipple. Her skin was warm and pliant, her breast filling his hand as he latched. She held him close, her arm wrapping around his shoulders, her other hand gently cupping under her breast to steady it for him. Each swallow brought a faint shift of her body, adjusting so he could feed more easily.
She switched him to the other side, her bust pressing softly into his chest as she moved. At one point, she was so aroused that, she reached out in his pant to stroke his groin. She kept feeding him in slow, unhurried rhythms, the sound of his drinking blending with the quiet of her humming and the steady beat of her heart under his ear.
By morning, she retied her hair, drew her pallu back over her chest, and said softly, “You needed this. Next time you care for me.”
Louis lingered, knowing that his adventure in Walvan has just started.
That night, the house lay under a blanket of stillness, yet the air between Louis and Ramesh’s sister carried an unspoken pull. Louis sat in his room, his book open but unread, his thoughts fixed on the way her deep-brown skin seemed to glow against the cream folds of her sari, the gentle slope of her shoulders leading to the full, heavy curve of her chest not as something to claim, but as a source of comfort and life.
Janaki appeared quietly she kissed him and said, “Louis, Didi knows you miss our care. If you wish, you can sleep beside her. She will care for you, but she will not begin anything.”
When the household slept, Louis went to her door. It was slightly ajar, and she sat waiting, hair loose, her low-cut blouse revealing the natural roundness of her breasts broad at the base, tapering to large, soft areolas darkened with years of nourishing children. Her posture was calm, her presence steady. She made space for him without a word.
He lay beside her, still and unsure. She placed her lips on his and threaded her fingers into his hair, combing through slowly. “You are so pale,” she murmured, her voice warm with amusement. “Are you pale everywhere? Even there?” Her eyes studied him with a mix of care and playful challenge.
With practiced ease, she took his head in her hands, guiding him down until his lips brushed her nipple. Her skin was warm and pliant, her breast filling his hand as he latched. She held him close, her arm wrapping around his shoulders, her other hand gently cupping under her breast to steady it for him. Each swallow brought a faint shift of her body, adjusting so he could feed more easily.
She switched him to the other side, her bust pressing softly into his chest as she moved. At one point, she was so aroused that, she reached out in his pant to stroke his groin. She kept feeding him in slow, unhurried rhythms, the sound of his drinking blending with the quiet of her humming and the steady beat of her heart under his ear.
By morning, she retied her hair, drew her pallu back over her chest, and said softly, “You needed this. Next time you care for me.”
Louis lingered, knowing that his adventure in Walvan has just started.
Update 16
The morning sun spilled its rays across the veranda, lighting the deep maroon of Ramesh’s sister’s sari. Her low-cut blouse framed the broad swell of her breasts, round and heavy, and as she moved, the pallu slipped again and again, each time staying down a little longer before she thought of pulling it back. She noticed Louis’s eyes following the fall of the pallu, and her lips curled into a knowing smile
Louis sat with an open book on his lap, though his gaze never left her. He had grown bolder in recent days brushing past her in narrow spaces, leaning close when he spoke, his hand sometimes lingering on the bench where she sat. She seemed to welcome it, her movements slower, her glances holding his longer
“Arre, babu,” she teased, her tone both amused and daring, “you think I don’t see? Your lips must be missing me more than your eyes miss the page.” She came nearer, bending at the waist so the line of her blouse dipped further, the weight of her breasts almost spilling free. “You remember, don’t you? How you use your mouth… so gentle, yet rough, pulling harder, tonight i want you to please your new mom”
Louis’s breath caught, his fingers tightening on the book. She leaned closer still, her voice dropping. “I felt the edge of your teeth when you grew hungry, babu. Each graze sent a shiver through me. And when your tongue circled slow, I thought you would never let go. My breasts ached after, but not from pain from the pull of you. You don’t know how deeply it stirred me.”
Her pallu slid down again, but this time she made no move at all to hide herself. The dark softness of her breasts stood out against the maroon cloth. She looked him full in the face. “If you stare like that, I’ll think you want to taste me again, lips and teeth together, until I can’t breathe.”
Louis shifted, his throat dry. She smiled softly, brushing her hand through his hair with motherly ease, though her words teased sharper. “Come then, babu. Let us see if this morning you can hold me even longer than before. I want to feel your lips work until I get wet down.”
With that, she guided his head gently against her chest, letting him nuzzle into her softness. Her hand pressed lightly on the back of his neck, guiding him as her sari slipped further aside. Louis latched onto her breast, his lips closing firmly, and she sighed deeply, combing her fingers through his hair. The veranda filled with the quiet rhythm of his feeding, her body rocking faintly as she held him close, whispering, “Yes, babu… take from me, as much as you need.”
The morning sun spilled its rays across the veranda, lighting the deep maroon of Ramesh’s sister’s sari. Her low-cut blouse framed the broad swell of her breasts, round and heavy, and as she moved, the pallu slipped again and again, each time staying down a little longer before she thought of pulling it back. She noticed Louis’s eyes following the fall of the pallu, and her lips curled into a knowing smile
Louis sat with an open book on his lap, though his gaze never left her. He had grown bolder in recent days brushing past her in narrow spaces, leaning close when he spoke, his hand sometimes lingering on the bench where she sat. She seemed to welcome it, her movements slower, her glances holding his longer
“Arre, babu,” she teased, her tone both amused and daring, “you think I don’t see? Your lips must be missing me more than your eyes miss the page.” She came nearer, bending at the waist so the line of her blouse dipped further, the weight of her breasts almost spilling free. “You remember, don’t you? How you use your mouth… so gentle, yet rough, pulling harder, tonight i want you to please your new mom”
Louis’s breath caught, his fingers tightening on the book. She leaned closer still, her voice dropping. “I felt the edge of your teeth when you grew hungry, babu. Each graze sent a shiver through me. And when your tongue circled slow, I thought you would never let go. My breasts ached after, but not from pain from the pull of you. You don’t know how deeply it stirred me.”
Her pallu slid down again, but this time she made no move at all to hide herself. The dark softness of her breasts stood out against the maroon cloth. She looked him full in the face. “If you stare like that, I’ll think you want to taste me again, lips and teeth together, until I can’t breathe.”
Louis shifted, his throat dry. She smiled softly, brushing her hand through his hair with motherly ease, though her words teased sharper. “Come then, babu. Let us see if this morning you can hold me even longer than before. I want to feel your lips work until I get wet down.”
With that, she guided his head gently against her chest, letting him nuzzle into her softness. Her hand pressed lightly on the back of his neck, guiding him as her sari slipped further aside. Louis latched onto her breast, his lips closing firmly, and she sighed deeply, combing her fingers through his hair. The veranda filled with the quiet rhythm of his feeding, her body rocking faintly as she held him close, whispering, “Yes, babu… take from me, as much as you need.”
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She is teasing him like Hell bro. So one more milk booth waiting for Lois
Actually the main success of this Breast-Feeding story over other stories is "In most of all other breast feeding stories, Author forgets that a man has penis as well". But not yours bro. Great going and fingering the teacher's cunt while sucking her breasts and his cock being touched is a heavenly feeling bro
Please continue this great great story bro
Actually the main success of this Breast-Feeding story over other stories is "In most of all other breast feeding stories, Author forgets that a man has penis as well". But not yours bro. Great going and fingering the teacher's cunt while sucking her breasts and his cock being touched is a heavenly feeling bro
Please continue this great great story bro