Milky Adventure Part-18 (Helping Rahul)

For the rest of the week Riya felt the thoughts churning in her brain, and when she was conscious of them she felt a nervousness in her tummy. The following Tuesday, after catching the bus to the orphanage, she was met at the gate by Shreyas and Rajesh.

Out of the familiar home environment, they looked all grown up, in slacks and collared shirts. She felt proud to have them meet her.

‘How is Rahul today?’ She asked as they walked through to the hospital section.

‘He’s ok today, we saw him this morning, he seems stronger today.’

‘That’s good to hear.’

‘Yeah,’ Shreyas said as they walked. He is looking forward to meeting you, mom.’

‘Oh? Is he now? I hope you have kept your promise,’ she said sternly.

‘Yes of course mom, we have.’

They led her to the infirmary, which looked and felt much like a hospital ward. The nurse on the desk greeted Rajesh and Shreyas by name and smiled warmly at Riya. ‘Just go on through,’ she gestured. ‘Rahul is waiting for you.’

Riya felt a knot in her stomach, excitement? Nervousness? She wasn’t sure. In the single bed ward, Rahul was sitting up with pillows behind him. He was the same age as her boys, quite handsome with a thick head of hair, and an open and warm smile.

He held his hands together and bowed his head to her as they were introduced by Rajesh.

‘Its so nice of you to come, Auntie, I have heard a lot about you.’

He nodded towards Rajesh. ‘Don’t worry, it’s all good.’

‘Yes, I have heard a lot about you too, it’s nice to meet you.’

‘Thank you, you can sit on the bed, its ok. Rajesh usually sits by the window and looks out at all the pretty girls passing by.’

‘Ha! I do not!’ Rajesh laughed and shook Rahul’s foot under the bedclothes.

Conversation flowed easily after that, Riya asked Rahul questions about his life in the orphanage, the three boys bantered and teased each other, and Riya was pleased when she observed how Rajesh’ and Shreyas’ warm regard for their friend brightened his spirits.

For a while talking, they avoided Rahul’s sickness, but it was mentioned every now and then. Rahul explained to Riya that this was his fate and whatever happened was in the hands of the gods.

She put her hand over his to comfort him when she was saying this. ‘I admire your attitude so much Rahul, you have a mature outlook, and my boys are lucky to have you as a friend.’

‘Thank you, Auntie Riya, they are good friends to me, they visit me every day.’

Riya looked proudly at her boys. She started to draw her hand away from Rahul’s but his fingers held hers and then entwined with hers, and she let him hold her hand.

‘Rahul, we were telling Riya about the healing of breast milk,’ Rajesh spoke.

‘Yes, I found this article when I was researching cancer. What do you think Auntie? Do you believe it?’

‘Well, I don’t think anything can be dismissed, unless its really crazy ideas. Who knows? It may be true.’

‘Yes, I have wanted to ask the nurses here to try me, but I am too shy.’

‘But not every woman has breast milk all the time Rahul, a woman has to be breastfeeding a baby to have breast milk.’

As the talk continued, Riya felt a tingling in her breasts and the familiar wetness of drops of milk forming from her nipples. She hoped her bra was soaking them up and not making her blouse damp.

Eventually, Rahul shyly asked her, ‘Are you feeding your baby still Auntie?’

She hesitated for a second, then replied. She was aware the next sentence was hanging in the air from him, but it was Shreyas who spoke up.

‘Mom, can you try with Rahul, can you feed him your breast milk?

In the silence that followed Riya looked at the pleading eyes of Rahul, and she felt his fingers tighten around hers.

‘Please, mom.’

‘Please Auntie.’

Riya was prompted by the earnestness of their pleas. What if she had the power in her, if not to cure him, to make him stronger, to give him some hope. Her heart was not able to resist. She felt comfortable with Rahul, and she wanted to please her sons, like always. She moved closer to him on the bed.

Looking at Rahul, ‘Please sit up and keep the pillow behind your back.’

He did so, and she was aware of his eyes following her fingers as she undid the buttons. She pared her blouse aside and undid the clips at the front of her bra. As she turned down the cup and bared her breast she heard the soft intake of breath from Rahul. Her breast was plump and full of milk, with droplets on her nipple.

She put her hand on his shoulder and drew him to her. She looked down at his full lips closed over her nipple and she felt him suck. She squeezed her breast to help him along, and she felt the milk flow into his mouth. She continued to hold her breast with a slight squeeze.

His eyes were closed. His long eyelashes fluttering as he suckled, then his eyes opened and he looked at her, his eyes burning into her. Riya felt the warmth and power of her love flowing into him, and her maternal love pouring out of her heart. He continued to suck, and his fingers found her hand again, his fingertip caressing the inside of her palm.

Finally, she felt him ease up, and she pulled the cup aside so he could nurse from her other breast. His hand clasped her breast and again his mouth closed over his nipple. This time the milk flowed freely and as he suckled his hand held her breast and lightly squeezed her.

Riya then felt his other hand on her other breast, he cupped her in his palm, and then she felt his thumb rub gently over her nipple, back and forward. She felt herself tingling in response. She took his hand away from her, but as soon as she relaxed her grip, he held her breast again.

He stopped drinking from her, then she felt his lips on the nipple of the breast he had first milked from. This wasn’t an attempt to drink from her. His lips kissed her nipple, his mouth opened and he took her plumpness in his mouth, then he eased off and he began drinking from her second breast again.

Riya was confused, his movement was a definite sexual response to her. But now he was back drinking. She knew his desire to touch a woman, but she was not prepared to accede to this desire. As he sucking her breast, his hand was squeezing her breast again.

His fingers and thumb toying with her nipple, rubbing and squeezing her. She was tingling, she felt a stirring between her thighs and squeezed them together. Eventually, the breast milk was finished, and he put his arms around her. He held her close to him, his cheek against the softness of her breasts. She attempted to clip her bra cups but his hand stopped her.

‘Not yet please Auntie. I want to see…’

Riya looked at Rajesh and Shreyas and motioned with her head to the door. They obeyed her instantly and closed the door behind them. They then left both Riya and Rahul alone guarding the door outside

Rahul sat back from her and looked at her, taking in the sight of her plump breasts, her darker nipples. She couldn’t look at him, overcome with shyness but his appreciation drew her in.

‘Oh my god, you are beautiful, auntie. I have never seen anyone so beautiful. Your breasts are the most wonderful sights I have seen.’

‘Stop, you are making me embarrassed,’ she giggled. ‘There, that’s enough.’

‘Oh no, I could never get enough of seeing you, you are a goddess, Auntie.’

Riya was secretly pleased with his appreciation of her.

‘Auntie, can I ask…’

‘What,’ she replied cautiously.

‘Can I kiss you?’

Riya could see no harm in this, and she kissed his forehead, then let him kiss one cheek after the other. Then his mouth was searching for hers, and his lips touched hers ever so softly. They kissed like this, softly, his lips exploring hers, and she felt his tongue probing.

Her mouth was open and they kissed harder, her hand around the back of his head. She felt his hands on her breasts, squeezing her, rubbing over her nipples with his fingertips. They continued to kiss, soft touches of lips, then lips pressing and locked together, tongues exploring.

Riya felt his breathing become more intense, and she was breathing harder too. His fingers on her nipples thrilled her. Something in her told her she should stop but she couldn’t at first. Eventually, she drew away from him. He followed her and kissed her softly again.

‘We shouldn’t do this,’ she whispered. ‘Someone might come in.’

‘Its ok, the nurses don’t come and see me until lunchtime, that’s at 12.30, over an hour away. And you can lock the door.’

Riya knew she shouldn’t do that, but there was a power in his gaze and She got up from the bed and locked it. Returning to his bed she could see the rise in the sheet covering him. She sat down, pulling her bra cups together and clipping them.

‘You are beautiful Auntie, I have never seen anyone so beautiful.’

“Nonsense,’ she laughed, there are so many young girls more beautiful than me.’

‘Oh no its true Auntie, you are more beautiful than any of them.’

Riya felt the atmosphere between them had changed. Before she felt she was in charge of herself, but there was a magnetism around Rahul, despite the age difference between them.

‘Nonsense, I am an old woman.’

‘Oh no, you are not old, you are young yet, and so gorgeous.’

He pulled her towards him and kissed her again. Riya felt herself surrendering to his kisses. Part of her was taken by his attraction to her. But she was conscious too of his situation, and her heart was warming to him to help him.

As he kissed her, his hips turned in the bed and he pressed against her. She felt his hardness against her lower back as she sat. ‘Have I done that?’ she thought to herself. His hand was on the outside of her bra, caressing and squeezing her.

He moved his hips, rubbing against her. He lifted his leg to get a better grip on the bed to press against her, and the sheet dropped away from his waist. He took her hand and guided it to his crotch.

‘Please Auntie, nobody has ever touched me there before. Please touch me.’

Her fingers brushed against him with the sheet between them, and then her fingers held the tip of his cock between them. She squeezed them, moving her fingers up and down just on the head of his cock. He pulled the sheet back, and her fingers tingled when she touched his warm bare flesh.

He groaned when she grasped his shaft, feeling the hardness of him and she began to work her hand up and down. She was surprised to see he was cut, no foreskin and she wondered but not for long. His hips began to thrust up and down as she handled him.

She let go of him, and caressed his skin over his tummy, his thighs and then again she grasped him, worked her hand up and down his shaft, reaching for his balls and playing with them. His hands were over her breasts, squeezing them, playing with her nipples. He was moaning audibly, his breathing loud and intense.

Riya again felt she was in control. She responded to his intensity by moving her hand up and down, faster. His skin was dry and she licked her palm, again stroking him. When he dried again, she leaned over him and with her face six inches from his cock she dropped saliva onto his tip.

His cock was average length but length but quite thick, and her small fingers looked tiny against his girth. As she fondled him, his hips thrust up, then back again. She held her hand still, gripping him as he thrust back and forth against her hand, then she resumed pumping him in time with his thrusts.

He dried again, and she leaned over him, preparing to trickle saliva over him. He jerked his hips up and he nearly touched her mouth. She kissed the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum, then she opened her mouth and licked around the knob of his prick. He was thick there, and she opened her mouth further and took more of him.

He responded with a moan and a cry, ‘oh Auntie, you are so good.’

She swallowed as much of him as she could, he was deep inside her mouth and just before gagging she eased her mouth off him. Then she used her tongue around his tip, the ridge around his knob, and under to the tip of his shaft. She sensed a building up in him and concentrated her sucking on his tip, up and down, tongue and lips, her hand stroking further down his shaft.

She felt his shaft become plumper in her hand, his hips moving in a frenzy and then as he spurted his cum his hips froze. His cock twitched with each spurt into her mouth, he cum and cum and cum inside her mouth. She had so much she had to draw back and as his twitches lessened she squeezed the tip, her fingers covered in sticky cum.

She reached for the hand towel next to his bed and wiped her mouth clean of his cum, the lingering salty taste quite pleasant for her. He was moaning softly, his arm over his face, moaning over and over.

He lifted his arm off his face and looked at her, then smiled. ‘Ooohhh Auntie, I am speechless… you are incredible, I have never felt like that in my life.’

‘Well for someone who is supposed to be sick, you sure are strong,’ she joked with him.

‘I have never cum that much Auntie. I am so pleased it was you who did that for the first time for me.’

‘Yes, me too Rahul, I am pleased to do that for you.’

Riya felt she was speaking the truth, her heart was full of love for him, and for his friends, her sons.

‘Are you ok Rahul?’

‘Yes, Auntie just a bit tired. Thank you so much, Auntie, I’ll never forget this.’

‘Me too Rahul, you’re a brave young man. Now I better go find Shreyas and Rajesh.’

‘Will you visit again? I hope you do.’

‘We will see Rahul, I hope to. Bye for now, and take care.’

She turned to him as she opened the door. He was laying back on his pillows looking at the ceiling. As she watched he closed his eyes.