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This chapter contains explicit content intended for mature audiences aged 18 and above. Themes include adult language, sexual situations, and sensitive subject matter. Reader discretion is advised.

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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 them Reena 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!"

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

"Your mother 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..."

Adiraj's stern words made Viraj's cock twitch in excitement. He knew his father had many more deliciously depraved ideas up his sleeve for his suffering mother. But to his surprise, it was his older brother Lovish who spoke next.

"I've got just the thing, Father. For when a whore's tits need taming, that is."Lovish reached into his robe and withdrew a pair of wicked-looking metal clips.*"These should keep Mother's milk contained, and teach her to wait for when you permit her to be drained."

Adiraj nodded in approval and ordered Reena to present her swollen breasts to her eldest son.

"That's it, girl. Let Lovish show you how to behave. We can't have you spilling that precious milk all over now, can we?" He chuckled darkly.

Reena, tears still streaming down her face from Viraj's cruel treatment, hesitantly pushed her throbbing breasts together. They jiggled and swayed with her slightest movement, engorged to the brink of bursting with backed-up milk. 

Lovish, an evil grin on his face, approached his mother. Without warning, he roughly seized one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, pinching it tight as he prepared to attach the clamp.

"Don't...don't move, slut,"he growled.

"I want these titties in the right position before I seal off their udders."

Reena bit her lip, trying to remain still even as the intense stimulation from her sensitive nipples made her whole body tremble with need and discomfort. 

Her eyes locked onto the metallic gleam of the clamps in Lovish's hands as he brought them closer and closer to her heaving bosom.

Just before the clamps made contact with her flushed, aching flesh, Reena let out a high-pitched whimper.

"Please,my son...I can't take much more...my nipples are so sore!"

But Lovish ignored her pleas, instead focusing intently on carefully positioning the cruel devices at the base of each engorged teat.

"Shut up and hold still, you milky bitch, " he snapped, finally releasing her swollen nub. It sprang back, quivering obscenely, begging to be touched again. "I'm not doing this out of the goodness of my heart, you know. Father wants to watch you suffer a bit longer."

Roshni stood frozen, her shock evident in her wide-eyed stare as she watched Lovish secure the clamps onto his mother's red, aching nipples. This was too much, too fast! Was this really happening, or was her mind playing tricks on her?She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, hoping to wake up from what could only be a twisted nightmare.

But Lovish's next words shattered that hope completely."Don't bother blinking, dear bhabhi! This is no dream...this is the kinky reality of our beautiful family!"

He burst into wicked laughter, reveling in Roshni's stunned reaction.

"Welcome to the madness! Isn't it just deliciously depraved?"

Roshni felt the blood drain from her face, her stomach churning with a mix of fear and sick fascination at what she was witnessing.

As if sensing Roshni's overload, Adiraj turned his piercing gaze upon the young woman.

"Viraj, take your bride to your chambers. She appears overwhelmed by our family's...eccentricities. Allow her to rest and adjust a bit longer before we continue with her initiation."

Viraj nodded, eagerly scooping Roshni up into his arms in a classic bridal hold. Despite her shock, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her body going limp from the emotional and mental exhaustion of the day's revelations. She said nothing as Viraj carried her up the stairs to their room, her mind still reeling from all she had just witnessed.

What had she gotten herself into, marrying into this family?And yet...some dark, forbidden part of her psyche was beginning to stir with anticipation. Just what else was in store for her as the newest toy in the Rajvanshi household?

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