Milky Adventure – Shreyas’s need for attention

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Riya was in her room thinking of Shreyas and Rajesh. She thinks of how she started all this by giving a blowjob to Rajesh alone. (from the previous episode). She could not shake off the guilt of neglecting Shreyas, her stepson.

Yet she couldn’t deny the intense pleasure she had experienced with Rajesh. Giving him that blowjob when Shreyas was in the kitchen yesterday night.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Riya whispered, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Her words dripped with seductive self-reproach.

“Riya,” Rajesh entered the room, his dark eyes still filled with lustful gratitude. “I need something.”

Riya felt her body tremble, anticipating what he might ask for next. Shreyas was not in the house. She knew it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t help being drawn in by him. “What is it, Rajesh?” She replied with a smile.

“Your breasts, I can’t stop thinking about them. May I have your milk?” Rajesh asked with a grin.

“Rajesh!” Riya gasped, shocked yet secretly aroused by his request. Her maternal instincts warred with her need for intimacy, ultimately overpowering her judgment. “Well, Shreyas is out right now. But only a little, okay?”

“Thank you, Riya. You’re so amazing,” Rajesh murmured, his voice thick with desire.  He sat beside her on the bed.

Riya unclasped her bra with trembling hands and exposed her full, milky breasts. They glistened enticingly, her nipples hardening in anticipation. She guided Rajesh’s head towards her bosom, feeling a shiver race down her spine as his lips closed around her nipple.

“Go on then, suckle,” Riya encouraged softly, her tone sultry and inviting.

As Rajesh began to suckle, Riya felt a warm surge of milk flow into his mouth. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through her body, mingling with her guilt over ignoring Shreyas. At the same time, she couldn’t deny how erotic it felt to have Rajesh worship her body in such a taboo way.

“Riya, your milk is so sweet and warm,” Rajesh moaned between mouthfuls, his eyes locked onto her boobs with rapturous appreciation.

“Shh, not so loud!” Riya cautioned, her mind filled with visions of Shreyas discovering their intimate act. Yet she couldn’t help but feel an illicit thrill at the potential of being caught.

As Rajesh continued to indulge in her breast milk, Riya’s mind raced with conflicting emotions. She knew she had to make it right with Shreyas, but the heat of the moment with Rajesh was so overpoweringly intense. Her body ached for more, even as her conscience screamed for her to stop.

“Riya, I want more from you,” Rajesh whispered huskily into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His hand reached for my thigh, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin there. The other hand was still on my boob, pressing gently.

“Rajesh, I don’t think this is a good idea. Shreyas might be back soon,” I murmured, struggling to control my traitorous body. My voice trembled with desire, but the ever-present guilt weighed heavily on my heart.

“Come on, Riya, just one blowjob, and I promise not to bother you again,” he pleaded as his hand continued to explore my body, fingers inching closer to my throbbing core.

“Fine,” I relented, feeling excitement and shame. “But we have to be quick.”

I lowered myself onto my knees before him, looking up at his dark eyes filled with lust. Slowly, I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his erect cock, already glistening with pre-cum. As I wrapped my lips around his shaft, I couldn’t help but think about Shreyas. How would he react if he knew what I was doing?

“Ah, Riya, your mouth feels so amazing,” Rajesh groaned, grabbing a fistful of my silky black hair and guiding my head back and forth along his length.

“Please, keep it down,” I whispered, pulling away momentarily. “We can’t let Shreyas hear us when he comes back.”

As my lips reconnected with Rajesh’s cock, the door swung open, revealing a stunned Shreyas standing in the doorway. Our eyes locked, and I could see the shock and hurt in his expression.

“Sh-Shreyas! This isn’t what it looks like!” I stammered, attempting to cover my exposed breasts with one arm while holding Rajesh’s dick in my other hand.

“Really, Riya mom? Because it looks like you’re giving Rajesh a blowjob while I’m gone!” Shreyas shouted, his voice shaking with anger and disbelief.

“Shreyas, I…” I started, but the words caught in my throat. How could I explain my actions? I was supposed to be there for him, not pleasuring his friend behind his back.

“Save it, Riya mom. I don’t want to hear it,” he snapped, his eyes filled with tears as he stormed out of the room.

I collapsed onto the bed, my guilt overwhelming me. What had I done? My desire to satisfy Rajesh had pushed me to betray Shreyas, the person I cared for most. How could I ever make it up to him?

“Wait, Shreyas,” Rajesh called out after him. “Why don’t you join us? Riya mom got enough for both of us.”

I gazed up at Rajesh in disbelief. Unable to comprehend what was happening. How could he suggest such a thing? My mind raced with conflicting emotions. Guilt for neglecting Shreyas and a powerful urge to maintain control over the situation.

“Fine,” I blurted out before my better judgment could take hold. “But only if it’ll help calm things down. Shreyas, please come here and sit beside me.”

Shreyas hesitated in the doorway, staring at me with curiosity and confusion. It was clear he didn’t know what to make of the proposition. But as he stepped back into the room, his eyes seemed to darken with desire.

“Are you sure, Riya mom?” he asked hesitantly, his voice barely audible.

“Yes, Shreyas,” I replied, trying to sound reassuring. “Just sit down next to me.”

He complied, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. With my free hand, I slowly reached for his pants, unbuttoning them. Feeling the heat radiating off his body as I exposed him. My other hand still held Rajesh’s throbbing cock, and I could feel my heart pounding.

“Go ahead, Shreyas,” Rajesh urged, his voice husky with lust. “Suck on Riya mom’s tits. She loves it.”

As Shreyas hesitantly leaned toward my breast, I felt a pang of guilt, knowing I had put him in this position. My thoughts raced, filled with concern for Shreyas and how I had ignored his needs.

“Riya, are you sure about this?” Shreyas asked, his breath hot on my nipple.

“Yes, my baby,” I whispered, my voice wavering as I tried to sound reassuring.

But before Shreyas could respond, Rajesh again pushed his cock into my mouth. Riya could not say anything, and Rajesh started to have pleasure. Shreyas shook his head and pushed himself away from me. His face was a mixture of hurt and disgust, and I knew I had gone too far.

“Ah, Riya mom, you are so good,” Rajesh said with more lust and pleasure. He was trying to get more pleasure and was pushing in deep. Riya was unable to stop him.

“It’s okay. You can continue now. I am in no mood for milk,” Shreyas said sadly. He was in deep need of attention and love, which can be seen in his eyes. Riya saw Shreyas standing up with sad eyes.

Shreyas stood up and left the room, slamming the door behind him. My heart ached at his departure. I realized how much pain I had caused him. As I turned to face Rajesh, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of my guilt. How could I have let things come to this?

As I sat there, Rajesh’s cock still in my mouth, the reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. How had I let him take control of me like this? I was supposed to look out for Shreyas, not let his friend manipulate me into these lewd acts.

My heart ached with sorrow and pity for Shreyas, who must have felt so betrayed by us both. “Riya,” Rajesh moaned, gripping my hair tightly as he pushed further into my mouth. “You’re so fucking good at sucking me off.”

I knew he was getting close to cumming. But the thought of pleasuring him while Shreyas was hurting made my stomach churn. My eyes welled up with tears. I pulled away from him, letting his hard cock slip out of my mouth with a wet pop.

“Stop, Rajesh,” I choked out, my voice trembling as I wiped the saliva and tears from my face. “I can’t do this anymore. Not without hurting Shreyas.”

“Come on, Riya,” Rajesh protested, his eyes clouded with lust. “You were so close to making me cum. Don’t you want to make me feel good too?”

I looked down at his throbbing erection, a part of me still desperate to please him. But my desire overshadowed me.

My heart raced as I hesitantly reached for Rajesh’s throbbing erection, the heat radiating from it warming my trembling fingers. “Fine,” I whispered, unable to resist his pleading gaze any longer. “I’ll finish you off with my hand. But this is the last time, Rajesh.”

“Thank you, Riya,” he sighed in relief, his eyes locked onto mine as I wrapped my fingers around his slick shaft.

I stroked him slowly, gradually picking up speed until my hand was a blur of motion on his cock. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin filled the room. I couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at making Rajesh squirm with pleasure beneath me.

“Fuck, Riya, that feels so good,” he groaned, his hips thrusting into my grip as the pressure built inside him.

Despite the guilt gnawing at me, I continued to jerk him off. Feeling the power I held over him by controlling his release. As much as I wanted to make amends with Shreyas, part of me still craved the thrill of pleasuring Rajesh like this.

“Riya, I’m close,” Rajesh warned, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his climax approached.

“Then cum for me,” I commanded, my voice low and sultry despite my turmoil.

With one final stroke, I pushed Rajesh over the edge. He let out a guttural moan as his orgasm hit, thick ropes of cum spilling onto my hand as I continued to milk him dry.

As soon as it was over, the guilt washed over me like a tidal wave, drowning me in shame and regret. I stared down at my cum-covered hand, disgusted with myself for giving in to Rajesh’s desires once again.

“Rajesh, leave now,” I said, my voice cold and firm. “I need to be alone.”

Rajesh dressed and left the room without a word, leaving me to wallow in my guilt. I knew I had to make things right with Shreyas. But how could I ever expect him to forgive me for this betrayal? The thought of losing him forever tore at my heart.

I made a silent vow to myself: I would give myself to Shreyas completely for the first time tonight. No more secrets, no more lies. He deserved so much better than what I had given him.

I lay in bed that night after a quiet dinner between us, unable to sleep. I imagined what it would be like to share my body with Shreyas finally. Feel his touch, taste his kisses, and surrender to our passion. My decision brought fear and excitement, knowing that tonight would change everything between us.

But it was a risk I was willing to take, driven by the love, guilt, and desire that swirled within me like a storm.

“Cocoooo Cocooo Cocoooo.” The alarm sound on my phone woke me up. I woke up and opened my eyes, and switched off the alarm. That’s when it hit me. I slept thinking of Shreyas, but he didn’t come to my room.

Riya’s heart raced, and many thoughts ran through her mind. And the first one was, “Why didn’t Shreyas come yesterday night?”

“Did he feel like he was completely ignored?”

“Did I do a mistake by not calling him?”