Hello friends. I hope you like reading my stories.
Now I am giving the aravindo ( Rajesh) perspective of my story. Please read milky adventure part 2 to have a clearer idea and enjoy it more.
I have completed this with the help of my friend PETER HUNT. I am very thankful to him for helping me in completing this part.
As u know my series is more of feeling and emotion than sex. Hope u guys like it. Thank you
I am Aravindo, I am an orphan. I became an orphan when my parents died in a car accident when I was 4. Since then I have lived in an orphanage in Kolkata.
When I first came I was very sad. I didn’t really know what happened to my mom and dad, and I missed them terribly, crying myself to sleep most nights. During the days and months, I was in a kind of a daze, not really making any friends, just letting the orphanage routines carry me along.
Eventually, I began growing up and becoming more aware of the world around me. I did very well in my lessons, I grew a bit taller than others of my age, and I seemed to have been in the orphanage so long it was as if I didn’t know any other life.
I managed to avoid the older guys, who saw themselves as the law amongst the kids, I preferred the company of the girls as I grew up and they seemed to get used to having me around.
I was lucky from when I was younger that one of the volunteer ladies seemed to take pity on me, often comforting me when I was sad and crying, sneaking a bit of biscuit or cake to me before we went to bed, or just seeming to know when I needed my shoelaces tied or a scratch on the knee from playing needed to be treated. She always comforted me with a hug and I loved being pressed into her open arms and soft body, I loved the scent of her, a mix of warmth, spicy with a hint of flowers.
If she noticed me crying at night she would often comfort me, carefully laying herself on my bed next to me so the other kids wouldn’t be woken. She would put my arms around her generous body and hold me to her breasts where I could forget the trouble that never seemed to desert me.
This comforting continued for a long time, not every night of course, but when she knew I was needing her special warmth.
When I got to be older, after I was 10 or 11 this didn’t happen so much, but when it did I felt safe.She used to tell me about her family, her husband who was a lot older than her, and her children, a boy and a girl who were finishing school and hoping to go on to University. That’s it. It was my life in an orphanage. Mostly alone all the time.
I was developing a friendship with a kid called Shreyas. I met him through school, and he was one of the few who didn’t judge me because I lived in an orphanage. In fact, he was curious about it and asked me questions about living in an orphanage all the time.
His father was a wealthy businessman, and he lived with his stepmother, who Shreyas said was quite pretty. He had a baby stepsister.
When he talked about his stepmom, he would look quite sheepish and look away or change the subject, and I was curious to meet her.
According to Shreyas, his stepmom was in here 20’s, and she is the sister of Shreya’s mother, who also died in a car accident like my parents.
We had school holidays coming up, and Shreyas made the suggestion that I could come and stay with him and his stepmom and get away from the orphanage for a while.
I liked the idea, but I told him I wasn’t sure of his stepmom, whether she would want me there.
‘She will be fine, mom will enjoy me having a friend to stay,’ he reassured me.
Lately, he had begun referring to her as his mom, and I wondered what had brought about the change. Previously he had rarely mentioned her, but for the past month or so he talked to her often, and referred to her as ‘mom’.
Curious I thought, I was eager to meet her.
I didn’t have to wait long.
The first day of the holiday, Shreyas and I were walking through his front door.
‘My father is away in Dubai, he won’t be home for 2 weeks,’ Shreyas explained.
When I first saw Riya she was on the sofa nursing the baby. She stood up to greet us.
She was very pretty, with long dark hair down to the middle of her back, and kind eyes.
Her voice was soft and welcoming.
After dinner that night we were playing games and talking together. I was overwhelmed with her welcome and hospitality, and I wanted to tell her how much I appreciated staying here. I explained that I had been an orphan for many years and no one had been so kind to me as she.
She responded warmly and gave me a hug, enveloping me in her arms. I put my arms around her and held her to me. I was surprised to feel her warmth and softness, her breasts crushed against my chest.
‘You are tall for your age’ she said to me, I tightened my arms around her and enjoyed the closeness of her.
Over the next few days, we played around his home, watched tv, sat and took our meals with Riya and generally had a great time.
The hug with Riya had raised my urges, and at night time when Shreyas and I were in our beds I would play with myself and think of her, her pretty face, her lovely figure.
I would take a t-shirt to bed and wrap it around my penis so I didn’t make a mess in the bed.
She had to spend a lot of her time looking after the baby, and many times I watched as she bent over the cot and talked and laughed with her. At these times I took in her lovely figure, her breasts in her blouse or top as she bent over, and the curves of her buttocks as she stretched the material of her sari. I don’t think she had noticed me staring at her, and I was careful not to be caught.
Often during the day when the baby cried she would take her into her bedroom and close the door, and I knew she was breastfeeding her.
At odd times Shreyas seemed to disappear, and I could never find him. He seemed to be gone for up to half an hour at a time, and I would read or play a game until he returned. His face was always flushed, and he seemed to be breathless.
One day I noticed him slip out and I carefully followed him. He disappeared into Riya’s bedroom.
I was curious and wanted to see what he was doing. I waited for 5 minutes r so until my curiosity got the better of me and I opened the door and looked into her bedroom.
I was amazed to see Riya sitting on the bed, wit Shreyas on her lap. Her blouse was undone, and her breasts were uncovered. Shreyas was sucking on her right breast, his mouth covered her nipple and his eyes were closed.
When Riya saw me she jumped up and pushed him away, and hurriedly did up the buttons on her blouse, tucking her breasts inside her bra in a flurry.
As she pushed us out the door I stammered that I was just looking for Shreyas to come and play.
We went to our bedroom. He seemed a little embarrassed.
Do you often get milk from your mom’? I asked.
Reluctantly he admitted yes he did.
‘But its ok, she is not my real mom, but since she had the baby I have wanted to drink her milk and it has brought us closer together, I now think of her as my real mom’.
‘What does it taste like?’
‘Well, its warm and sweet, not like real milk, better.’
He went to the cupboard and got a game out for us to play, let me know he didn’t want to pursue the subject again.
I was madly curious but refrained from mentioning it.
We played the game, and I found it difficult to concentrate, and in the end, I asked him many questions.
He explained that he had been taking her milk for about a month now, she let him do it because she had too much milk for the baby and when she gave me milk it eased her discomfort and pain.
‘You have to be careful, her nipples are sensitive, I used to suck hard on them and sometimes bite but she doesn’t like it and asked me to be gentle with her. I feel like she is my real mom now.’
‘I wish I had a mom who gave me her milk,’ remembering Aunty back at the orphanage and her soft breasts.
After playing the game for about an hour we returned to the couch. Riya was there, and I avoided looking too much at her but my mind was swirling with many thoughts.
I reached the conclusion that I was desperate to take milk from her. I couldn’t get the image of her breasts out of her blouse off my mind. Her breasts were very full and round, with dark nipples, lovely soft curves. I had never seen anything so beautiful.
After dinner we watched tv, then we said goodnight and went to bed.
Shreyas and I were lying in the darkness.
‘I wish I had a mom like Riya to give me milk. It’s so hard being an orphan and not having a mom, or even a stepmom to be close to like you are with Riya.’
I continued to speak, trying to talk Shreyas to see things from my point of view.
He was a kind friend and sympathized with me.
‘I will ask her tomorrow.’
He rolled over and soon I could hear his breathing.
I couldn’t sleep, my mind racing, thinking of how Riya would be kind and allow me to taste her milk, to suck on her sweet nipples. I was hard and came inside my t-shirt before rolling over and sleeping.
In the morning I woke up early, and in the bed, next to me Shreyas too was stirring. He stretched and then opened his eyes.
We talked a little about what we would do that day, we planned to go to the park and play some cricket.
‘Was your mom agreeable to you drinking her milk when you first asked?’
‘At first, she wasn’t but then she enjoyed it. Now sometimes I don’t have to ask her, she calls me into the bedroom after she has fed the baby and asks if I would like to drink. I think she is in pain when the baby doesn’t drink all the milk.’
‘Oh, okay. Do her breasts become swollen when she has milk like that?’
Yes, they sure do, her nipples swell and become tight and painful for her. At first, I used to bite her nipples but now I understand how painful it is for her.’
‘So…’ I ventured apprehensively, ‘you will ask her for me?’
‘Ask her if you can have milk too? Do you want to?
‘Oh yes, more than anything else in the world. When I think of my mom, my parents there is a black hole there.’
This was true, when I saw Shreyas feeding on his mom’s breasts I felt an ache in my heart. I have no mom, I have never really had a mom I could remember, and seeing him close to his mom made me crave this for me. I felt this was my chance to have that in my life, to have a mom.
At breakfast later Shreyas and his mom were very talkative.
‘Is the baby asleep?’ asked Shreyas.
‘Yes, she was awake early and crying so she had a feed and now she is sleeping again.’
‘Why do babies sleep so much mommy?’ he asked.
She giggled at him,’Well my honey, babies are growing very quickly and they need to rest and put their energy into growing.’
‘Sleeping and feeding, that’s all they do!’
She laughed again and ruffled his hair. ‘Yes, its true, its nature’s way of making sure they continue to grow. The older they get the less they sleep, and the more they are awake and beginning to move around. Then when they get to your age, they have lots of energy to go and play and run around, just like you do.’
I looked from Shreyas to his mommy and back again. They were laughing and enjoying each other’s company and I felt a pang of loneliness in my heart.
‘And now its time for you and Avarind to go and play and let me do some chores here.’ We all got up from the table, and she kissed the top of his head and shooed us out the door.
‘Your mom is so nice,’ I ventured to Shreyas as we walked to the park.
‘Do you remember your mommy?’ he replied.
‘No, I was so young when she and my father died, I have no memory of her.’
‘I remember mine, I mean my real mom, my Riyamom’s sister. She was so nice too.’
I was silent, thinking how unfair it was that Shreyas had two moms he could have memories of, even if one was dead. I had none, and I felt the pangs in my heart.
When we returned she was on the sofa with her baby. She had her laying on her lap, and she held her arms and laughed and sang to her.
She must have been feeding because some buttons on her blouse were open, although her breasts were tucked inside her bra. The beauty of her plump curves captivated me, and she carefully placed baby in the cot, straightened up and as she did up the buttons on her blouse she noticed me looking at her, and turned away from me.
We sat on the couch and watched her folding some clothes.
‘Mom,’ Shreyas began. ‘You know how you allow me to drink milk from your breasts and now I feel like your son and you are my mom.’
‘Yesss…’ she said guardedly, clearly not knowing where this was heading. She looked at me and back at Shreyas.
‘Aravindo is an orphan, he doesn’t have a mom.’
‘Yes…”
‘He really misses having a mom to look after him, he has no one to feed him like you do for me’
‘What are you saying Shreyas?’
‘He would like to drink your milk too, he has no one to do that for him.’
‘Stop this now! No! How dare you ask me that, now get out of here!!’
She pushed us out the door. ‘Get to your room now and stay there until I tell you.!’
I was mortified and close to crying, I would never believe such a kind lady like her could be so angry.
Shreyas too was crying, his head on the pillow. I sat on my bed, miserable, feeling I had been so rude to such a lovely lady who had shared her home with me.
It was obvious we didn’t know what to say to each other.
After about 20 minutes I spoke. ‘We will have to apologize to your mom.’
‘Yes, I know.’
‘Shreyas, I am sorry to get you into trouble, it’s all my fault.’
‘Its ok, it’s my fault too. We’d better go downstairs and apologize.
Just as we were about to go to her, her voice called us to her.
Sheepishly we went back to where she was sitting on the sofa.
‘Come stand here, I want to talk with you.’
‘Mommy I am sorry…’ Shreyas’s tears began again, and I couldn’t hold mine back as well.
She let us cry for a short time, then she spoke.
‘Its alright, both of you, stop your crying.’
I could see her anger had gone and she was her soft kind self again.
‘Aravindo, I know you are an orphan and have no mommy to be with you, and I know that must be hard for you.’
‘Yes, I get very lonely, I miss my mom so much and you have been like a mom to me. I am very sorry. I have many problems in my hostel. The bigger boys tease and harass me. I have no money for books or nice clothes. I am ashamed at school because I am dressed in other boys’ clothes.
Her hand wiped my tears, I looked up from the floor to meet her eyes. Her kindness was reassuring.
‘Since I have been here I feel like I have been taken care of by my mother, I feel like your son. Won’t you be my mom too Riya Aunty?
‘I am sorry Aravindo, I can’t do that, I am sorry’.
I began to plead with her. Please please please mommy, please feed me, I want you for my mommy, I want to take your milk.’ I knelt in front of her and wrapped my arms around her knee, pleading. ‘Please Riya Aunty, please, I want it so bad.’
She lifted me up from the floor and looked at us both.
‘This is impossible, I can’t do that. Shreyas is my son and that is that. I don’t like that you are thinking of me like that.’
‘But mommy, Aravind is an orphan, he has no one, he can’t even remember his mommy, he has no memories of her.’
She replied in her calming soft voice, ’Of course I know that Shreyas, but what you are asking me is impossible.
I began to cry, tears welling in my eyes. I couldn’t control my sobs, and I sniffed. Her look at me hadn’t softened, she sat with her hands in her lap, firm in her resolve.
‘Please mommy, Aravind is my friend and I don’t like to see him unhappy.’
She began to speak, but his pleas interrupted her.
He went to her and put his arms around her. Her fingers stroked his hair. ‘Don’t cry my baby’
She put her hands on his shoulders and held him at arm’s length and looked intensely at him.
‘I will do this for you Shreyas, but just this once, ok?
‘Yes, thank you, mommy, thank you.’
I didn’t know what to say, I was speechless but also my tummy was doing cartwheels. I could feel her reluctance to feed me, and yet her love for Shreyas was very clear.
‘I need to to take my milk Shreyas, the baby has fed but she didn’t want much, and now I am swollen and in pain.’
She turned to me and looked firmly at me. ‘Just this once, ok Avarindo?’
‘Yes ma’am,’ I mumbled, looking at the floor and avoiding her stern gaze.
Riya mom sat on the couch, opened her blouse and exposed her white bra, her breasts filling over the cups. I loved the sight of her plump round curves, and when she took her breasts out of the cups I stared in wonder at her smooth skin and the darker nipples, surrounded by darker patches of skin. She had small droplets of milk on her nipples and I could see that she needed to give her milk.
Shreyas climbed into her lap on her left side so he was laying on her and he could take her breast into his mouth.
‘Now Aravind, you see what Shreyas is doing, you do the same, here on this side.’
Yes mom,’ I replied and did what she asked.
Her breast was close to my face and I closed my mouth over it and began to suck. At first, nothing happened, then I felt the milk in my mouth. It tasted warm and sweet, and I eagerly drew on her nipple, filling my mouth and swallowing.
‘Is that nice my darling Shreyas’ she said ’ You like your mommy’s milk?’
He grunted in reply, and I could hear him slurping occasionally.
You are my good boy, my son,’ she whispered softly to him.
I was in seventh heaven, I felt very close to this wonderful lady who I was thinking was my mom. I sucked hard on her nipple, making sure that I got a good flow. Sometimes my teeth brushed against her nipple and her soft skin and when this happened her hand tightened on my arm.
When I looked up at her face she was looking tenderly at Shreyas, her hand stroking his hair as he milked her.
‘You are a good boy, my son, helping mommy out when she is full of milk. You know it is painful when my breasts are full of milk and baby has had enough’ Her voice was tender and comforting, it seemed to come from a long way away, and again I heard Shamith grunt in reply.
After about half an hour I felt Shreyas move away, but I wasn’t ready to move. I continued to suck her nipple.
‘Stop Aravindo, that’s enough now’
I ignored her and continued to feed, even though by now there was only a trickle of milk. I sucked harder, wanting desperately to draw her milk down so I could drink.
‘Stop now please’ she said sharply.
I didn’t move.
‘Enough! At once, go now.’ Her angry tone frightened me, and I let go of her breast, a trail of saliva left on her nipple and in the corner of my mouth.
I didn’t like to make her angry, and I left the room as quickly as I could, turning my head as I left, seeing her carefully examining her right breast and nipple.
I was chastened as I followed Shreyas into our room. However, despite her anger at me, I was also very aroused. I didn’t realize it then but while I had been feeding my penis had become hard in my shorts. Riya mom’s anger hadn’t made it go away, and while Shreyas washed his face I put my hand in my shorts and stroked myself. I remembered the look and feel of her breasts, her willingness to open her blouse and bare her breasts for us. I thought about the feel of her breast in my mouth, how soft and yet firm she was, her hard nipple against my tongue as I sucked her. I knew that she had given me her milk for Shreyas, not for me but that didn’t make my feelings go away.
Shreyas and I started to play a game on the computer, and we concentrated silently on the screen.
I envied him, his mom and how much he loved her and she loved him.
‘I liked it,’ I ventured cautiously.
‘uumm…what’, he replied, his eyes fixed on the screen.
‘Your mom, Riya mom, drinking her milk…’.
‘oh yes,’ he replied absently.
I envied him, she loved him like her son and he took for granted the way he could feed on her anytime he wanted.
The call for dinner came soon afterward, and we trooped into the kitchen to sit at the table. The spicy aroma of curry filled the room. Riyamom had changed her blouse, she was wearing a blue nighty that contrasted with the light colour of her skin. The material was vaguely transparent, and I could see the colour of her blue bra underneath.
‘Mmmm smells delicious mommy.’
‘I hope it tastes as good honey, I hope you are hungry.’
Oh yesss we are, aren’t we Aravindo?’
I nodded agreement, I was a bit subdued after my incident with Riyamom, but she was cheerful and happy.
‘Here, let me serve you…’
She spooned curry and rice into Shreya’s plate and as she turned towards me, the waist of her nighty caught on the corner of her chair, and a few spoonfuls of curry spilled onto her nighty, just above her left breast.
In an instant, I was out of my chair. I had seen many children at the orphanage with burns caused by spilled food and liquids and I felt a great fear for Riya. I had no napkin in my hand to wipe the spill from her breast, so without thinking I reached for her, and put my mouth over the curry spill on her breast and began to suck it off the material.
I felt her hand push me away and then a stinging blow to my face as she slapped me. Her eyes were fiery.
In great fear I ran out the door, howling.
Shreyas followed me.
‘Aravind, Aravind, wait!’
He caught up with me at the bedroom door but I pushed past him and fell face down on my bed.
‘What did you do that for?’ he demanded.
I didn’t respond, but sobbed into my pillow, my tears staining the cotton slip.
‘What were you doing?’
He waited for me to reply. I turned to him, and he stood sternly next to my bed.
‘I’m sorry, I didn’t think. I have seen terrible burns on children when food spills onto them. I just wanted to help her. I didn’t mean anything, I was just trying to save her.’
His stance and face softened. ‘Really? Is that what you thought?’
‘Yes, I was worried about her, I didn’t want to see her suffer or in pain’.
‘Oh…well… it didn’t look like that!’
‘I know, it must have looked terrible, I am really sorry.’
He looked at me for a few seconds and then turned towards the door.
I lay on my back on the bed, arm over my face, feeling more miserable than I had felt for a long time, even at the orphanage. Every time I thought of the slap on my cheek and the look in her eyes I sobbed again. I could feel the heat on my cheek from her hand.
I could hear muffled voices from the kitchen but I couldn’t make out the words.
I heard the door open and Shreyas return.
‘Aravind.’ It wasn’t my friend’s voice I heard, but a soft voice, full of kindness.
I opened my eyes and she was standing between the door and my bed, he hands clasping the blue material and wringing it.
‘Aravind, I am very sorry for slapping you like that. Really I have come to apologize to you.’
I could see in her eyes her agony and regret, and her mouth twitched and I thought she might cry.
I rushed over to her, flung myself at her feet and clasped her knee, sobbing uncontrollably.
‘Oh please Riya mom, I am so sorry, please forgive.’
‘Of course, I forgive you, I know you only wanted to help me, and you did, you really did, you stopped me getting a bad burn’.
I held her knee tighter and squirmed at her feet.
I felt her hand touch me on the back of my head, and she stroked my hair. I felt the strength of her in her hands, and my heart filled with love for her.
‘Come,’ she said and pulled me up and sat me on the bed.
She sat beside me, she looked at me in the same soft way that she looked at Shreyas.
‘I am sorry for slapping you Aravind, and I ask you to forgive me. Please stop crying.’
She wiped my tears and her hands and words stopped my tears.
‘Riya mom… can I ask you… will you be my mom? I am so grateful for having me here and sharing Shreyas with me. I want you to be my mom too. Please, its hard for me to ask you this.’
She took my face in her hands and looked closely at me.
‘Yes, of course, I am your mommy too now, and you are my son’.
I couldn’t stop my tears again, but this time they were tears of happiness.
I hugged her and held her close to me for the longest time. My heart wrapped around her too and surrounded her with my love. Her arms held me tightly and she stroked my back
Thank you, Thank you, mommy’
‘Yes I am your mommy now, and you are my son.’
My heart was flying.
‘Aravind my son, would you like to suck your mommy’s milk now. Would that make you happy?.
I looked intensely into her eyes and nodded.
She pulled the strap of her nighty off her shoulder and exposed her bra.
Carefully she eased her plump breasts free from her bra.
‘My breasts are your too my son, mommy’s breasts are yours’
I lay in her lap and felt her warmth against my cheek. Careful not to hurt her, I licked her nipple with my tongue, then again I played with her nipple with my lips and tongue. I felt the sweetness and warmth of her milk droplets, and gently I sucked on her breast. HJer milk came, a little at first and then I sucked harder and it was like a gush, filling my mouth. I didn’t have to suck hard for long, her milk was flowing and I sucked more gently, teasing her nipple with my tongue. Her nipple was so hard it felt like ti was going to jump off her breast. I felt her sighs and her hands toyed with my hair.
‘My milk is all yours my darling,’ I heard her whisper softly to me. Mommy’s milk is yours. I put my hand on her face and stroked her cheek.
‘You can bite me my honey,’ she said. ‘I won’t scold you, you are not hurting me.
Suck me harder, bite me, suck me. Take my milk, its all yours, suck and bite me.’
I sucked harder and brushed my teeth over her nipple. This time there was no flinching, so I sucked harder and bit her nipple with my teeth. I felt the urgency in her hand as she caressed me and I continued to suck, hard at times, then softly, sucking and teasing her nipple with my lips and tongue.
I felt her milk dry up and I sat up and looked at her. Her eyes had a dreamy look, she touched her dry lips with her tongue.
‘I am your mom now, my other breast is yours too, anytime you want my milk is yours. Please suck me, my darling son’
This time when I lay across her lap, she held her breast, then bowed closer to me, two fingers around her nipple. She fed it to me, gently pushing her nipple into my mouth. I bit gently at first, then kissed her nipple. Then I opened my mouth wide and took as much of her plump swollen breast into my mouth as I could and sucked hard with my mouth. This time there was no delay, her milk flowed and filled my mouth. I swallowed quickly and continued to suck her beautiful breasts. My fingers clasped her warm flesh, soft and giving and I squeezed gently and felt more milk squirt. She too squeezed her breast near my lips and it felt like there was more milk than I can swallow.
‘Mommy wants you to take my milk anytime you like my darling son. It’s your milk, my breasts are your breasts, yours anytime you want.’
I surrendered to my mother’s love and continued to feed on her warmth and love.
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Riya and Peter hunt