In the night's dark, a white sedan Uber turned from the corner of the alley. It darted straight for the end of the alley. A woman wearing a yellow sun-dress and high heels got out of the car. Her thighs were milky, ass tight and breasts were melons, measuring 38DD. One could say she was full from where it's necessary. This woman was drunk, she paid the Uber guy and hammer-walked towards her house's main door. Pushing her hand into her purse, she got the keys, but it fell on the ground. She bent to pick them up but struggled to get back up. Once again, the keys fell and again.
"Oh, FUCK!!" she screamed in frustration.
She falteringly reached the main door. She tried to unlock the door, and that's when the door swung open. The drunk lady at the front door looked up and saw a woman wearing a nightgown shorter than her. Lady had a figure of 40-30-42, or an hour-glass figure if you fancy too much. Her name was Kavya Singh.
She asked, "Aliya? Sweety, is everything alright?"
Aliya, not just drunk but hammered, said lousily," Yes Mom, everything is just fine" and entered the house.
The whole house was designed in veneer while the walls painted white. Aliya dropped her heels on the doorway.
Mother asked, "Where is your car, honey?"
Still trying to get hold of herself, Aliya mumbled, "I was too drunk...left the car at the bar...will pick up tomorrow."
Kavya quickly closed the door and took hold of her daughter by her left hand. She guided Aliya to her room while saying, "Both your devils are asleep in our room, you go have some rest, we'll talk in the morning." Her mother tucked her into the bed. In no time, Aliya was fast asleep.
Next morning, 9'O clock, sunlight was beaming onto Aliya's face. With a painful groan, she opened her eyes. It was her breasts, they were full. She turned and slept on her back. She looked down and saw that her yellow sun-dress had tightened from her bust area. She tried to get up but her hangover showed up and she fell back into her bed. She again slowly got up from her bed and went to the bathroom. While standing, the weight of her entire bust was felt by her on her neck. Her breasts have filled to its complete capacity.
Aliya looked herself in the mirror - her chest was really full. She slid her hands over her dress towards the breasts. When her hands touched those udders of her, they were sensitive. She realized that overnight her breasts have filled with milk, enough to feed the babies for the whole day. She came outside and picked the breast pump from the bedside table. She sat at the bedside and looked towards the door of her bedroom, which seemed closed. Aliya got hold of her dress from the thighs and slid it upwards to remove it. The dress got stuck just under her bust, so she couldn't remove it in one go. She tried once again, pulling the dress even harder this time. But the following pressure on her chest was so much that a loud gasp came out of her, "Aaahhhhh..." The movement was so swift that she just threw the dress on the floor.
Now the real challenge came - to remove the bra. Pushing her hands back to the bra strap and somehow managed to open it up. As soon as the bra straps were released, both of her breasts kind of bounced forwards as the tension was gone. Aliya very gently placed her right hand under both of her breasts, providing support. And with her left hand got the straps off of her shoulders. Her bra just fell on her lap, latched to her right hand. Both of her areolae were incredible, full 3 inches in diameter, nipples thick as AA batteries.
She took her Medela Swing Breast Pump, latched the breast shield on the pump to her left areola. She set the speed to slow settings, and after a while, milk started flowing into the container bottle. She took a deep sigh as the tension and pain were reducing from her left breast. She just realized that she can't feed this milk to her twins as she had too much alcohol last night.
Although she was not worried about the supply because she has been known to produce enough amount that she could feed her babies every 3-4 hours a day. Somedays, she would've to store the excess amount in the freezer.
Aliya was now relaxed, as the pressure was off her chest, literally. Suddenly, the door of her bedroom swung open. Aliya panicked and picked up the yellow dress from the floor to cover herself. But in fright, Aliya lost grip of her breast pump, and it fell on the carpet with a *THUDD*. She peeked towards the door - it was her mother, Kavya. She was donning a pink salwar kameez and holding a cup of tea. The kameez was so wide from the bust area that Aliya could see the deep cleavage it was revealing. Mom quickly set the tea on the side table and went to pick up the breast pump.
"Easy Aliya, you'll hurt yourself!" mom said as she picked the breast pump, which was still on.
She turned off the pump and placed it next to the tea. Kavya turned towards her daughter and greeted her, "Good Morning, sweetheart!" and sat right next to her on the bed, shoulder to shoulder.
Aliya could see the deep crack on her mother's chest. Kavya advanced her left hand and placed it right on the dress, which was covering Aliya's chest. She took away the dress from her daughter's chest and said, "Hey, no need to cover it. I'm your mother, relax." They both smiled, looking at each other.
Kavya could see her full chest, sitting right next to her. Her eyes were glued to the large areolae that were still leaking some milk. She was mesmerized by her daughter's body and didn't realize that she was checking out her own daughter. Aliya caught her mother starring at her, and she blushed looking down. A droplet of milk formed on her left nipple. Seeing this, her mom said, "Let me take care of that." And saying this she swiped her index finger right across Aliya's left nipple. Aliya was stunned.
The Bedroom door was still open, the sound of some news channel came from the living room. Aliya's father had just turned on the TV. Mom asked," Tonight, your father will be leaving for his trip with his friends. So I thought, why don't we do our own girls' night?"
Aliya replied with a smile, "Why not mom? We'll have so much fun! But what will we cook?"
Kavya moved a strand of hair from Aliya's face and said, "Oh! No need, I've got covered everything."
It was 8'O clock in the evening, everyone has gathered around at the dining table. Aliya was wearing a white shirt and black gym shorts. Kavya was wearing a tight green T-shirt and white yoga pants. Aliya's father, Shrikant - was already and dressed-up for his trip as he was to leave just after dinner.
Kavya asked Shrikant, "Have you packed everything? Passport, tickets, et Cetra?"
Shrikant said," Yes, Kavya honey, I've packed and checked everything. Now I'm just waiting for that Stupid Rupesh to come."
Aliya asked her father, "For how many days are you going?"
Shrikant replied, "I'm going for 5 days."
"Have lots of fun, dad!" Aliya said mimicking a little girl's voice.
Both her mom and dad started laughing. At the end of dinner, Shrikant's friends have arrived at the front gate, so he went and said to them to wait. "Goddammit, he did come on time!" Shrikant cursed.
Kavya scolded him for swearing, "Shrikant, Aliya is sitting just right here."
hrikant picked his luggage, turned around, and started walking towards the front door. "Wow! It takes just this much time to forget your wife, hah?" Kavya threw a tantrum.
Shrikant realized his stupidity, so he turned around and asked for her and Aliya's forgiveness and went off.
Aliya and her mother both were done with their dinner. They cleared the dining table and were now doing the plates in the kitchen. The whole kitchen was white and with ample studio lights for cooking. The sink was in the corner of the platform where Aliya was standing, "Mom, I can do the dishes. Why don't you clean the platform 'till then?"
While doing the dishes, Aliya was thinking about how the day was spent. She was glad that she had such a good time with her parents. While in the thought-train, she felt a little pressure in her chest. Aliya was lost in her thoughts; the pressure was increasing in her breasts. Unaware of her state, she was touching her breasts with her hands.
Mom was cleaning the oven, and that's when she noticed that water was running in the sink. She looked towards Aliya and saw her touching her own breasts. She silently moved beside Aliya and asked, "My dear, is it hurting again?"
Aliya suddenly became aware of her surroundings and replied, "Yah? What? Oh, these are filled again."
Aliya excused herself, "Let me check if the babies are hungry?" She left the kitchen and went to the living room where the babies were playing in their cradles. She returned to the kitchen in a moment, "Both of them are asleep!!"
Kavya suggested, "Then use Breast pu-"
"All the bottles are filled. They're in the freezer."
Her mom got worried, "So? Now what?"
Aliya could not understand what to do, so she decided to ignore the pain, "Don't worry, let's first clean the kitchen, then we'll see what to do?"
They continued their work. Aliya would touch her chest every-now-and-then due to the increasing pressure. Kavya came by her side to put something in the cupboard, and she noticed that there were two big wet spots on Aliya's chest. Aliya looked towards her mother while doing the utensils and saw that her mother was looking at her breasts. At first, she felt uncomfortable that her mother was noticing her, but then she looked down at her chest. Her breastmilk was leaking, and the shirt was getting wet from the bust area.
