Milky Adventure – Part 8 (Trip To Auntie’s House)

In this part of the story, Riya goes to her Aunt’s house:

The trip was uneventful, they unloaded their luggage. As Riya paid the driver she was conscious of his eyes taking in her figure and her curves. He licked his lips as she counted rupees into his hand, and then they were gone.

Riya’s auntie welcomed them, she was a stately lady in her mid 50’s, soft-spoken and gentle, nothing seemed to upset her quiet countenance. Riya had always thought she would like to be just like her aunt. Being in her company was relaxing and Riya felt the tensions of the morning wash away.

She had a nephew staying with her, 18 years old Tarun. He seemed quiet, a bit overwhelmed by the bustle of the arrival and the boisterousness of the other boys. His big dark eyes followed them all, but the boys took him with them to their bedroom. The laughter and noise later told Riya and her aunt that things were ok.

Riya changed and fed the baby. Her aunt fussed over them. Riya noticed when she was breastfeeding her baby, Tarun stood shyly at the door, watching. He stepped inside the room and stood by his aunt, opposite Riya. His wide eyes taking in the scene in front of him, her plump breast and baby feeding on her.

When feeding was finished, Riya passed the sleepy baby to her aunt, and his gaze took in her breasts free before she tucked them into her bra and closed her blouse. She smiled at him. He lowered his eyes in embarrassment, then scampered back to the boys’ bedroom.

“And your Arun is away from home a lot?” Aunt Anika asked.

“Yes, his work takes him away from us for weeks at a time. But sometimes he is home for two or three weeks at a time before going away again.”

“You must miss him when he is away.”

“Yes, I do, but we manage, what can we do. It’s his work, he has to provide for all of us.”

“And how about you and Shreyas, is it difficult to bring him up alone when he is not your son?”

“Oh no, not at all, he is a very good boy, he never gives me trouble, I love him like he is my own son, and he thinks of me as his mother.”

“And Rajesh, an orphan isn’t he, he seems polite and well mannered too?”

“Oh yes, he’s almost like my own son. He’s great company for Shreyas, and for me too. We’re like a family together.”

Anika patted Riya’s knee. “That’s so good Riya, so many young people today have no manners and get up to all kinds of trouble.”

“That’s so true.”

“Are you tired, darling? Would you like to rest on your bed for some time after your long journey, I’ll be happy to look after Saanvi while you rest.”

“Thank you, auntie, so much, I’ll go and lie down for a while.”

Riya was glad of the reprieve. On the way to her room, she popped her head into the boy’s room. As she thought they were clustered around the laptop, Shreyas, and Tarun with the game controllers, Rajesh urging them on. She drew closer, Tarun seeing her continued to play but he seemed shy, conscious of her presence.

She stood next to Rajesh in his chair, her hand on his shoulder. He put his arm around her as he watched the action on the large monitor. Shreyas was absorbed in the game, and Tarun seemed to forget she was there as he battled his opponent.

Riya stroked the back of Rajesh’s neck as she watched the game, and she felt his hand caress her back, her waist. His hand dropped to her thigh, and he caressed up and down, his fingers a light touch that she became more conscious of. Her hand tightened on the back of his neck, and she squeezed her fingers together.

He continued to caress her thighs, and now his hand caressed her buttock. He knew by now the alternate squeezing and caressing pleased her. Her body tingled, and her hand went around his shoulder, just inside the collar of his shirt. She caressed his chest.

He continued to fondle her ass, squeezing, caressing. Then his hand was between the crease of her buttocks. His fingers were lightly caressing her. When his hand drifted too far down to the meeting of her thighs, she squirmed away from him. She was able to see his other hand stroking his hardness inside his jeans, and she knew she had to get out of there.

“I’m going to rest for a while, Auntie is looking after Anika. Play safe boys.”

She kissed Shreyas forehead and touched her hand to Tarun’s cheek.

As she walked through the doorway, she looked back and Tarun’s big brown eyes were following her. Dinner was fun, lots of laughter and chatter, and later they all played monopoly. Shreyas and Rajesh were outdoing each other to buy houses, hotels and anything they could. Tarun enjoyed himself, and Riya noticed him shyly looking at her.

“Come on everyone, its bedtime,” Anika ordered. “You all know where you are sleeping, pack up the game and off you go.”

Riya put on a silky camisole top and left her panties on. The bedroom was warm after the afternoon sun. She brushed her hair, moisturized her face, arms and legs and her breasts. She relaxed under the cotton sheet. Lying back, she closed her eyes.

She was almost asleep when she heard the patter of bare feet on the floorboards, then the door quietly closed. She felt her boys settle down beside her, one on either side, and two hands creep under her cami and up to her breasts.

She felt the fondling, the squeezing, and caressing, her nipples hardening to the touches. Shreyas was the first to break the silence.

“Thirsty mommy, can I drink, you promised, remember,” he whispered.

In reply she kissed his forehead, and lifted her back from the bed, raising her cami and freeing her breasts. Shreyas gently opened his mouth over her breast, licked her nipple. Then licked again until he felt the droplets of warm sweet milk on his tongue.

He settled against her, his lips closing over her nipple and he gently tasted the milk that her breast readily gave to him. As usual, Rajesh was subtler. He enjoyed the foreplay of teasing her nipple with his lips and tongue, using his fingers to caress and fondle her.

He toyed with her, almost daring her not to respond. She felt her excitement rising but she controlled it, concentrating on her maternal love for her sons. She lay, one mouth on each breast, feeling the love from them for her.

Shreyas was the first to move. He took her free hand and placed it on the front of his shorts. She could feel his hardness. She gripped and squeezed and he gasped. He knelt up next to her and slipped his shorts over his hips and then they fell to the floor.

He moved closer to her, his cock inches from her face. She leaned forward and dribbled some saliva over him. Then her tongue flicked out and she licked the tip. Then she moved her tongue over the ridge that separated his shaft from his knob.

She continued to lick him, then closed her lips over him, sucking gently. She knew she was driving him crazy and she enjoyed the sensation. His hand caressed her head as she licked and sucked him. Her hands cupped the weight of his balls and then gently squeezed him.

She could feel the energy rising in him, his breathing coming in gasps, his cock twitched. She took all of him then drew back. His hips moved back and forward. She had him in her mouth when he exploded.

Spurts of hot juices filled her mouth as he spurted again and again. Eventually, he was still, and she held his cock in her hand, his hardness going.

“Lay down my precious, rest now,” she whispered to him.

She kissed his forehead and he was slumped next to her. Through this Rajesh continued to draw on her milk, and she moved her hand down to caress his tummy.

“Mom, I want to do something for you,” he whispered.

“What do you mean Rajesh?’

“I saw Arun and you together, remember, and he was kissing you down there. You told me what he was doing. I know you enjoy it and I want to do it for you, to please you.”

She turned her head away from him and thought about what he was asking. Was it a step too far? She knew his gentle nature. She knew how grateful he was for the life she shared with him now. How he was part of her family.

She treated him like a son. She knew his wanting to do this was more than lust. Although lust certainly had something to do with it, it was more than just that.

She turned back to him, his earnest gaze melting her.

“Take off my panties,” she whispered to him, and she stretched her legs out.

He took the waistband of her panties and slipped them over her hips, down to her knees, and over her ankles. She put some more pillows behind her so she was sitting up more, able to see him.

“Now lie down between my legs,” she whispered, parting them for him, allowing him to nestle between them. His face was inches from her, he could smell a faintly aromatic scent, some sweetness and a scent he couldn’t remember from anything else.

‘You see my slit there, with lips either side? Now softly kiss the lips, like you are kissing my mouth, just gently.”

Rajesh pursed his lips and gently held them against her pussy lips. They were warm and soft, he continued to kiss them softly, as Riya said, like kissing her mouth. He kissed her lips, first one side of her slit and then the other.

‘Mmmm yes honey, just like that, it’s so nice, you are gentle and soft. Now use your tongue, gently lick my slit and my lips.’

He followed her words, licking softly, her slit and her lips. He found that if he used a bit of pressure her lips parted slightly, and it was by instinct he did this, and gently licked her.

“Oooohhhh yes, that’s so nice, you are an expert honey… now use your tongue to open my lips towards the bottom of my slit.”

He did so and was rewarded by the feel of her warm juices on his tongue. He continued to lick her, tasting her juices. He felt her fingers on her lips, and her slit was open more. He continued to use his tongue to lick her, tasting her warm salty juices.

“Remember honey, a woman is not like an ice cream, use your tongue but not hard.”

Rajesh continued to suck and kiss her. She directed him to use his tongue to lick further inside her, his mouth was wet from her juices. Her legs were spread wide and bent at the knees.

“Put your arms under my thighs and lift me towards you.” Her buttocks were clear off the bed and she was open to him.

“Now rest a minute,” she said breathlessly.

He did so, just continuing to kiss her slit and her lips.

“Now higher up is the center of a woman’s passion Rajesh honey, you should know how to please a woman there.”

Her fingers pulled her pussy lips from the top.

“Do you see the little button there? Its called a clitoris, or clit for short. By using your tongue and lips on me there you are close to the center of a woman, close to the center of me. Now your lips, kiss my clitoris softly.”

He did so and was startled by the hardness of it, unlike the softness of her lips and inside her vulva. He kissed her softly a number of times, and he could feel her breaths coming in short gasps.

Instinctively he then licked her, using his tongue around where her clit disappeared into her vulva. He alternated between his tongue and his lips, kissing her, tasting her juices and then using his tongue to lick her clit and her pussy.

Her breathing was coming in short gasps, her hips were writhing and twisting in a passion he had never experienced before. Se held her legs high in the air, then crossed them over his back and drummed her heels against him.

“Oh Rajesh honey, you are so good, yes, lick me taste me.” she gasped.

Her orgasm when it came sent shudders through her body. She lifted her hips, softly moaning. Her hands were on the back of his head, pressing him into her. He continued to use his mouth and tongue but she pushed him away from her.

“Please, stop, its too much… it’s too much.”

He lay between her thighs. He rested his cheek on her tummy, feeling the rise and fall of her body as her breathing returned to normal. She pulled him up to her. He lay next to her, he was in awe of her passion, and his ability to bring her to such a state.

She kissed him and then used the sheet to wipe her juices from his mouth. She was spent but gathered the energy to whisper to him.

“You and Shreyas will have to go back to your beds honey, you can’t sleep here all night. Auntie must never know.”

She shook Shreyas gently by the shoulder.

“Wake up Shreyas darling, back to your own bed.”

He grunted but she continued to shake him.

“Please Shreyas, back to your own bed. Help him Rajesh.”

She watched as the two boys staggered quietly out the door and shut it behind them. She turned on her side, naked under the sheets and before long she was fast asleep.