~Grihpravesh Ceremony~

As the sweet scent of incense wafted through the air and the distant chants of the pandit echoed in the hall, Roshni's heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The youngest daughter-in-law in the Rajvanshi household, her wedding to Viraj had been nothing short of a whirlwind.Now, on the day of her grihpravesh, her introduction into her new family home, she nervously awaited the ceremonial rituals ahead.

Rajvanshi patriarch Adiraj, the eldest in the family {he is father in law of Roshni}, stood beside her as the ceremony began. Roshni glanced at the imposing figure of her new relative. Hissharp, penetrating gaze seemed to see right through her, making her feel exposed despite her traditional red bridal attire.

Roshni felt her knees tremble slightly as Adiraj reached out to touch her legs during the ceremony, a part of the custom to greet the new family member. It was only supposed to be a quick, innocent gesture. But...oh goodness!

Adiraj unexpectedly picked her up without warning, pressing her body close to his as he lifted her, his touch lingering a bit too long on her side. Her breath caught in her throat.Surely it was just a mistake in his eagerness to welcome her into the family fold?!

But then...she felt a soft but distinct brush against the side of her breast as Adiraj's broad chest met hers. A startled gasp escaped her lips. Her new father-in-law's embrace suddenly felt nothing short of scandalous, making her sensitive nipple harden under the thin blouse of her wedding attire. She prayed her burning cheeks weren't showing her confusion.

As Adiraj set her back down on trembling legs, a barely audible moan of discomfort escaped Roshni's lips. Adiraj seemed to ignore it, his expression unchanged, as he straightened up and returned to his place beside the pandit. 

The ceremony carried on, but Roshni couldn't focus on the chanting or her duties in this new home. Her mind raced as she wondered about her father-in-law's intentions. Had it really been an innocent mistake, or was there more to the story?

She stole glances at Adiraj throughout the remainder of the ritual, seeing him with new eyes. His powerful build, once comforting, now seemed threatening. His every move exuded authority and control...and something deeper, something dangerous that set her nerves on edge. 

As she rang the bell to complete the ceremony, she prayed that this was a one-time occurrence, a fluke born out of tradition rather than something more sinister.

As Adiraj set her back down on trembling legs, a barely audible moan of discomfort escaped Roshni's lips. Adiraj seemed to ignore it, his expression unchanged, as he straightened up and returned to his place beside the pandit. 

The ceremony carried on, but Roshni couldn't focus on the chanting or her duties in this new home. Her mind raced as she wondered about her father-in-law's intentions.Had it really been an innocent mistake, or was there more to the story?

She stole glances at Adiraj throughout the remainder of the ritual, seeing him with new eyes.His powerful build, once comforting, now seemed threatening. His every move exuded authority and control...and something deeper, something dangerous that set her nerves on edge. As she rang the bell to complete the ceremony, she prayed that this was a one-time occurrence, a fluke born out of tradition rather than something more sinister.

Just as the pandit concluded the final blessing of the ceremony, Viraj, Roshni's new husband, bounded over with a wicked gleam in his eye. Roshni turned to face him, relieved to be in the presence of the one person she knew was on her side. But before she could relax, Viraj's palm crashed down hard on her rear, sending a sharp sting through her nerves.A gasp ripped from her throat. 

Everyone in the room froze, their chatter dying away.

Viraj threw back his head and laughed, the sound ringing out through the tense air."Well, you heard the pandit! My beautiful wife is now officially a Rajvanshi And a Rajvanshi housewife, or should I say, "he paused for dramatic effect, his hand still resting on Roshni's stinging bottom," Rajvanshi house whore. So don't be shy, baby!

with embarrassment and confusion. House whore? What on earth did that mean? Before she could formulate a response, her mother-in-law, Reena, clapped her hands together, breaking the shocked silence that had fallen.

"My son, you are so naughty!" she chided, but there was a glint of pride in her eyes. She sashayed over to Roshni, her voluptuous body swaying with each step. Reena leaned in close, her breath hot against Roshni's ear.

"Welcome to the family, my dear. You'll learn quickly that in this household, our dear Viraj likes to keep his wife...entertained. In any way he sees fit."

Reena punctuated her words with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows.

Just as Roshni was processing her mother-in-law's scandalous comment, her attention was diverted by Viraj's impatient tone.

"Ma, enough talk. I'm famished from all these rituals.Fetch me something to eat." *Reena's eyes lit up with a mixture of mischief and eagerness. "Of course, my son. I shall feed you myself, just as I used to when you were a wee lad."

Roshni watched in stunned disbelief as her mother-in-law gracefully dropped to all fours, crawling across the floor like an animal. Her jaw dropped, unsure if this was part of some tradition or if Reena had lost her mind.

Reena slithered towards Viraj until she was nestled between his legs. "Oh, my sweet boy," she purred, reaching behind herself to cup her heavy breasts through her blouse."

Reena looked up at Viraj, her eyes sparkling with a mix of maternal love and something more...primal.

"Look, my darling son. My breasts are so full from the wedding festivities that they ache. becz of This bitch i was so busy with ur wedding work that no one even sucked themReena bit her lip, a pout forming."No one has suckled these sore udders in two days!"

Viraj smirked, running a hand through Reena's hair.

"Is that so? Well, we can't have you suffering, can we?"

Without waiting for a response, he roughly palmed Reena's breasts, kneading the plump flesh like bread dough.

"Open wide, Ma. Let me taste this delicious milk I missed while I was away at college."

Viraj's rough handling of Reena's breasts continued, seemingly oblivious to the audience watching in stunned silence. He roughly unbuttoned the top of her blouse, exposing her ample cleavage to everyone's gaze.Roshni averted her eyes, feeling a mix of shock and shame at this intimate family moment being played out so publicly.

Adiraj, however, appeared unmoved, continuing to sip his tea as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. His eyes flicked between his wife and son, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth.Viraj's hands grew more insistent as he pushed the fabric of Reena's blouse aside, fully exposing her large, red, and painfully engorged breasts. They were indeed so full that they looked ready to burst.

"Ma...these udders need some relief,"*Viraj growled, pinching and twisting Reena's sore nipples.

Reena began to whimper as Viraj's harsh treatment of her swollen breasts intensified.Tears welled up in her eyes, but they were tears of pain mixed with twisted pleasure. She squirmed beneath him, her face contorted in agony, yet she made no move to stop her son's rough handling.

"Please, my boy,"

she gasped, "Suck them! Drain these aching breasts before they explode! But don't hit them so hard, it's...it's too much..."

Yet even as she begged him to stop, a part of her relished the pain he was inflicting. Her nipples were beet red and throbbing, yet her back arched, silently urging Viraj to continue his torment. The contrast between the traditional setting and this carnal display was jarring, but the family seemed almost accustomed to such perversions.

Viraj ignored his mother's pleas, instead choosing to cruelly twist her tender nipples even harder, like he was wringing out a rag. Reena cried out in anguish, her back bowing as she arched her chest higher, presenting herself for her son's merciless touch. "Look at those udders, so full they're purple," Viraj chuckled darkly, continuing his assault on Reena's abused flesh.

"Don't you dare spill a single drop!"

he growled, releasing her breasts.Milk began to leak from her tortured nipples, dribbling down her curves. Butinstead of sucking the leaking fluid like she begged for, Viraj instead...smacked his mother's teats with the flats of his hands! WHAP! WHAP!

Yesss...my boy,"*Reena panted through gritted teeth, tears now flowing freely."Keep torturing Mama's breasts! I....I can't take it anymore!"she sobbed, her whole body quivering. "Either drain these udders or fuck me into oblivion!I NEED you to give me some relief, my son!"

Viraj grinned wickedly, admiring his work on his mother's throbbing, milk-leaking breasts. He knew she was right...the only way to stop her pain was to milk her, either through oral means or by pumping her full of his seed. But what should he choose? Make her beg for his cock like the depraved whore she was? Or latch onto her bursting nubs and drain her dry? So many deliciously twisted options...How did one choose when it came to satisfying a nympho mother?

Choose quickly,my love,"Reena whimpered, her breasts heaving. "Mommy is...almost at her limits!"

Just as Viraj was about to decide on his next course of action, a deep, commanding voice cut through the tense air.

"Enough, boy!"

Itwas Adiraj, rising from his place at the head of the room and striding towards the debauched scene with purpose in his eyes.

"Yourmother isn't ready for release yet, son.She needs to learn to endure more pain. After all, an experienced whore like her should be used to a little suffering, no?"

With a quick glance at the pandit, who averted his eyes, Adiraj roughly palmed his wife's heaving tits, collecting some milk with his fingers.

"Look how much liquid is spilling from these udders already,"he chided."This is not what I demand from my obedient bitch of a wife. She can wait.In fact..."

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