Milky Adventure – Part 7 (Milk For Her 3 Children)

Hello guys. Sorry for the delay in writing this story. In this part, the story goes one step ahead and gets more interesting. Hope you like it. Please do reply with your views about the story.

Riya listlessly took a sip of her morning chai and gazed out the window at the early morning quiet. She should have been more content, but she felt a cloud hanging over her. It was partly because her husband Arun had had to leave for Dubai early in the morning, but it was more than that.

She was used to his weeks away. In fact, she enjoyed the solitude during the day, just her and her baby, now a toddler, and the precious times with her stepson, Shreyas, now a growing young man, who turned 18 just a month ago.

No, it was more than that. She searched her mind as she sat, what had made her feel like that?

She was frustrated she concluded. As usual, before a trip back to Dubai, he had wanted sex with her, and she always wanted it too. Sometimes she kept the smell and taste of him with her for days after, or she pressed his pillow to her face to remember him.

Last night should have been better for her. She came from the bathroom in her nightie. He was in bed already, a cotton sheet carelessly over his stomach and legs. He was propped on one elbow, the outline of his cock clearly seen under the sheet. He indicated with his head for her to stop, and remove her nightie.

She turned her back to him, lifted her nightie from the hem, and slowly lifted it up to her shoulders. She raised it over her head and then turned her face to him.

With one hand she trailed the nightie on the floor, as she slowly approached the bed. His fingers caressed the head of his cock outside the sheet. She rested one knee on the bed, and slowly eased the sheet off him, exposing all of him, his cock now hard and standing strong.

What happened between that moment and the morning, with the cloud hovering over her Riya wondered.

Their lovemaking, as usual, was passionate and mutual. Arun was attentive to her needs, he kissed her deeply, played with her nipples, and then tenderly sucked and licked them, toying with them, teasing her hard nipples with his closed lips, like biting, but just with lips, not teeth. When his fingers caressed her pussy lips, she was moist for him. He parted her thighs and with his middle finger eased her lips apart.

She felt his fingertip dip into the warm juices and he twirled his finger around, then pushed deeper inside her. She felt her body respond, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers. His other fingers tweaking her nipple, brushing the droplets of milk.

He bent his head down and licked her nipple, although she knew he didn’t really like tasting her milk, unlike his son. When he knelt between her thighs, she was ready for him. She felt his cock at her entrance. Then with his hand, he rubbed his head against her lips.

Then up to her clit where he pushed lightly with his hips and rubbed his cock tip against her clit. He took his hand away and positioned himself so he was just touching her vulva with his penis. Then ever so slowly, he pushed inside her. Gradually she felt the length of him fill her up.

He pulled back, so slowly, and then pushed forward again. Her breaths became shorter and more intense. He was looking intently at her face as he played her with his cock tip. Unable to control this tempo, his thrusts quickened. He set himself up on his elbows so he could see her, as he drove inside her.

Her feet were flat on the bed, her knees bent and her thighs open. She raised her legs and wrapped them around him. She was pushing against his buttocks with her feet as he thrust into her.

When did the moment happen? One minute she was filled with passion, and then the passion just seemed to ooze out of her. It was like she deflated like a pneumatic tyre. She didn’t let him know. She continued to breathe in short gasps, except now she was pretending.

He knelt up, then put his arm inside her leg so it was almost over his shoulder, then did the same with the other leg. Her buttocks were lifted up from the sheet. In this position he filled her completely, continuing in a slow rhythm, except at the end of each thrust he pushed hard, his cock hard inside her, filling her.

It was as if she was hovering above herself. Seeing herself fucking with him. His thrusts continued, the rhythm getting faster. The slap of their bodies driven by his rhythm. His gasps became louder. So she followed him, increasing the intensity of her breathing.

When he climaxed, she pretended to climax with him, gasping, moaning, her hips thrusting against him, her pussy taking all of his spurts until they receded. He extricated himself from her limbs and lay gasping next to her. She examined her thoughts, yes she had faked an orgasm before but this seemed different.

She couldn’t complain about his lovemaking. He was never one for a few quick jerks, then rolling off her and sleeping. When at last she slept, it was a restless sleep. When she woke up in the morning as he bade her farewell, the cloud was hanging over her.

She drank the last of her chai from the cup and listened for her baby. Quickly she changed her and put on a fresh set of clothes. She sat down to feed her before she began crying. As the little girl fed on her breasts, she caressed her forehead. Eventually, the lolling head told Riya she was sleeping.

She put her back down in the nursery, and as she tucked her breasts back into her nursing bra she felt uncomfortable. Her nipples felt tight and sore, her breasts full still. She sat back on the sofa and called her stepson.

“Shreyas, what are you doing? Shreyas?”

“Up here in my bedroom, mom.”

“Shreyas, come down here please, honey.”

He looked fresh and clean in his cargo shorts and a t-shirt when he appeared at the door.

“Come closer honey.”

She took his hand. “Can you help your mummy please honey? The baby has fed but I still have milk and I would like you to help me, please.”

He smiled in his eagerness. “Sure mom, you know its not a chore for me.”

He sat beside her on the sofa and watched as she unhooked the front clasp of her bra, pushed the cups aside, and exposed her breasts for him. She heard his intake of breath as his eyes took in her plump soft flesh, her hard nipples and the white droplets against her darker skin.

He leaned towards her, softly kissed her nipple, then licked the drops of sweet milk. His arm crossed over her stomach and he settled against her, his mouth closing over her breast. He sucked, feeling drops of milk in his mouth, then more.

He continued to suck, swallowing the warm sweet fluid. Riya she felt her breast lose the swelling and tightness, and she too relaxed, the cloud lifted from her.

“Thank you, my sweet Shreyas, your mommy loves you very much.” He grunted in assent, and his arm tightened around her. His hand found her other breast. He fondled and cupped her, squeezing and rubbing his thumb over the nipple.

Riya felt herself relax and caressed his back under his shirt. He pressed his hip against her. Riya could feel his penis hardening against her thigh. His hardness was down his thigh, and he adjusted himself, his hand coming away from her breast and fumbling at his shorts.

Without losing the rhythm of his milking, he pressed his hip against her again This time Riya could feel his cock pointing towards his belly, hard now and strong. He pressed himself into her, his hips gently moving and rubbing his cock against her thigh.

He raised his head, “No more milk here mom.”

She patted the sofa on the other side and he clambered over her and quickly resumed his sucking her engorged breast. This time her arm didn’t go around him but rested on his thigh. He pressed his hips against her again. His cock brushed against her arm, above her wrist.

She moved her hand and grasped him, the hardness and virility of the young man made her miss a breath. He continued to drink the sweet milk from her. She caressed him, held him, squeezed him, his hips in a rhythm against her hand.

She felt his sucking becoming less, and she knew he had finished but he was reluctant to move while she caressed him.

“Come on Shreyas honey,” she let go of him and sat up. She reached for the breast massage cream and put some on her palm.

“Let me please mom.”

“Shreyas honey, no, its ok, I can manage.”

He watched her fingers as they gently kneaded the cream into her nipples. Then with her palms under her breasts, she lifted them and rubbed the cream into the underside. He reached for the cream and squeezed some – too much – into his palms. When he pressed his hands against her it was too much and almost created an oozy mess.

Expertly he gathered the ooze with his fingers and caressed her. She dropped her own hands and watched him as he gently rubbed with his palms and fingers. He rubbed and squeezed her, then copying her cupped his hands underneath and lifted and squeezed. The messy lotion gradually disappearing.

She rubbed her palms together, then rubbed her hands and fingers, moisturizing them as she watched him. He had such a look of concentration on his face that she smiled to herself. She felt embraced by his love and warmth. She took his face in her hands and kissed his forehead.

“Thank you, my darling son, you are so good to your mommy, I love you so much.”

He put his arms around her and buried his face in against her shoulder.

“I love you too mommy, very much,” He whispered and they held each other close.

“Enough,” she said, “We have a lot to do today, we are going to pick up Rajesh from the orphanage, then stay for a few days with Auntie in Chennai. We have a lot to do. You have to pack some clothes and washing things. I have to pack for myself and for baby, we leave in an hour. If you are hungry, there is some breakfast on the table.”

Rajesh was waiting at the orphanage gate, they could see him as the van weaved through the traffic. Shreyas opened the window and waved at him as they drew closer to him. The driver slung his bag in the back and quickly they were on their way.

Riya sat with her arm over the baby bassinet on the seat next to her, the boys side by side next to her. They chatted excitedly as the van cleared the dusty crowded streets. Soon they were out amongst the fields of crops and animals, slowing down through little villages.

The baby had settled, and Riya locked the bassinet into the seat behind her.

“Rajesh come to sit with me and tell me what you have been up to. How is school? How is the orphanage?”

‘Well, it’s been ok there, a few of the older boys have been chasing me and trying to hurt me but its ok, they can’t catch me!”

“Why do they do that?”

“Its because he beats them at computer games all the time,” Shreyas piped up. “Noo one can beat him…except me!” he finished triumphantly and pushed his friend in the arm.

Rajesh punched him lightly back. “Ha! You beat me once!”

“More than once, remember when I had you out at the first level, you were so dumb then!”

“Ha ha ha” Rajesh laughed sardonically. He turned to Riya. “I beat him more than he beats me, true,” he laughed.

Riya was thrilled inside at their banter and their easy friendship. She laughed with them as they tried to count up the number of times each one had beaten the other. She put her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes, drifting off into a light sleep.

Something woke her, a feeling in her body and she opened her eyes. Rajesh’s hand rested on her arm, and his fingers were centimeters from her breast. He saw her open eyes and squeezed her arm lightly, then leaned towards her and kissed her shoulder. She kissed his forehead and he drew back and looked at her.

“Riya mom,” he whispered, “Shreyas told me about this morning, when is it my turn?’”

Her body stiffened, and she looked across at Shreyas, who had his head against the window and his eyes closed.

“Rajesh, no honey, not now, not here.”

“Please mommy,” he whispered. “I’m thirsty, please.”

She sighed and let her anger subside. “It’s not right here honey, the driver can see us.”

Rajesh sat back dejectedly. She patted his hand. “Don’t worry…soon…”

He nestled against her, his hand on her arm again She felt his hand under her arm, his fingers reaching for the side of her breast. She clamped her arm hard down and trapped his fingers.

She felt him try and get them out but he couldn’t, no matter how he wriggled them. She smiled at his hidden struggle, eased the pressure on his fingers, and he took them away.

“Be a good boy darling, for mommy.’

His answer was to ease his fingers under her arm again and inch them towards the side of her breast. She closed her arm again but not so tightly this time. She was allowing his fingers to rest against her, her arm blocking the driver’s view.

His fingers searched for her nipple, but the thickness of her nursing bra made it difficult. She was happy to let his fingers search. He was now trying to pull down the cup of her bra, behind her folded arm she held his fingers. She leaned over and whispered, “Stop it.”

Another set of fingers under her other arm gave her a shock, and she gripped Shreyas fingers under her arm. She gripped his thigh and squeezed it. ‘No!’ she silently mouthed at him.

She loved her boys but at times their insistence was tiring. She felt it was easier to give in than to keep fighting with them. She folded her arms across her breasts, hiding the pairs of fingers searching for her nipples.

Rajesh was much more subtle, he held and squeezed her breast, feeling her plump firmness, his touch comforting and soft. Shreyas, on the other hand, was clearly searching for her nipple, and when he could feel it he squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger.

Riya relaxed, the caresses easing her fears of being seen. She kept her eyes on the driver’s mirror, he was glancing back at her more often and she wondered if he knew what she was doing. She lifted her folded arms a fraction away from her breasts, to allow the searching fingers easier access.

Shreyas fingers had found her nipple and he was teasing it with his fingers. Rajesh continued to squeeze and fondle her breasts. She was certain the driver couldn’t see but she looked directly into the mirror and caught his eyes as he glanced at her.

Secretly she was thrilled that she was doing this with the risk of being seen, despite being almost certain he couldn’t see. Her nipples tingled and the sensation went through her body. She squeezed her thighs together, and thought to herself about the driver, “If you only knew.”

With half an hour to go, she extricated herself from her boys and sat in the seat facing them. She leaned forward and spoke softly to them. “Shreyas, Rajesh, we must stop now, we are getting near my aunt’s.”

Shreyas began, “But mommy, its ages to go, I am thirsty, I need milk now!’

“Hush darling, I promise when we get to aunties I will let you do what you want. Now relax, and let’s enjoy the rest of the journey.”

They were all relaxed for the rest of the trip.