Milky Adventure – Riya’s Compassion- Part 2
bra, breastfeeding, nipples

Hello, it’s the continuation of my last part. Riya just rubbed his palm with her hands to make him feel safe and comfortable. She then continued to ask, “So you remember your parents’ names. I will see if I can get an inquiry about them. They must be worried about you.” He said, “No. I don’t want to go home. They beat me a lot, and they hate me. I won’t go back again.” She said, “That’s ok, dear. You can stay wherever you are comfortable.” Then she placed her arm to check his bruises. She moved his and rubbed her fingers over a bruise on his back below his neck. He made a shrill cry. She felt very compassionate about him, and tears filled up her eyes. She then pulled him closer and hugged him from her side over her shoulder. He seemed to feel shy but hugged her back lightly. Then they reached their home. They see that Mala was lying on the floor in a rested state while her sons played with the kid. They seemed to turn towards the new guy coming in and put their faces in a question mark. Riya saw that and gestured them to wait till they move inside. Soon they reached the drawing-room, and Mala got up, hearing their steps in. She asked Riya, “Who is this boy, memsahib?” She then replied – “He is Aman. He has nowhere to go and was homeless. So I brought him so that I can get him admitted in the orphanage where Rajesh stays.” All of them seemed to nod that they are clear. Their faces had sympathy over him. So Shreyas and Rajesh moved towards him to shake their hands with him. Rajesh moved his right hand towards his and said, “Hey Aman, this is Rajesh.” Aman got scared a bit and hid behind Riya. She was the only one he trusted then. Then Riya said, moving aside, “That’s alright, dear. They are your friends. They won’t hurt you.” After listening to her, he stayed unmoved, and Rajesh moved his hand further to shake his hand. This time Aman raised his hand. Rajesh shook his hand. Aman just moved his hand as per Rajesh”s movements. Shreyas also offered his hand, and they shook their hands. Shreyas said – “Hi Aman, I am Shreyas.” Soon Aman felt comfortable after Riya. The kids kept him busy, asking him about what he would like to eat and play. Mala got up to move out since Riya is back to take care of all the kids. So she gestured to Riya and moved out. Riya asked Aman to go and take a bath since he must have been exhausted. He moved inside the common washroom. Riya got fresh in the other washroom inside her bedroom. She then moved towards Shreyas and Rajesh to brief about the mental condition of the kid. She asked the boys not to scare him or tease him and asked them to make him feel comfortable. The boys nodded. Sometime later, Aman moved out from the washroom all fresh. Riya offered him a fresh pair of t-shirts and shorts of Shreyas. He went in to change and came back after a couple of minutes. Riya looked at him, and on second glance, she found that his shorts were inside out. The boys also noticed it but controlled their laugh since they knew it would embarrass him. Riya then quickly moved over to him and said, “Aman dear, your shorts are inside out. You need to go back and change.” Aman looked at everyone with embarrassment and then moved back to his room to correct it. He came back with his face still in embarrassment. Riya then held his hand and said, “That is alright, dear. Things like these happen with everyone. Just forget about it,” and continued their earlier conversation. All the evening, they kept chatting, and Aman eased himself within them. Soon, her toddler moved over to her, touched her breast again, and kept signaling that he needs milk. Riya gestured to the kids to continue and picked her toddler, and moved to her bedroom. She sat on the bed crossing her legs and placed her baby in her lap. She quickly moved her pallu away a bit and unhooked her blouse. Then Aman, chatting with the kids, turned towards Riya and saw her blouse-clad breasts again. He felt that amusing and continued to watch it. Riya, who seemed not to notice all these, continued to move her blouse cups aside and unhooked her bra hooks. Slowly she moved the bra cups aside, and her left breast popped out. Aman opened his eyes wide since that was the first time he saw a woman’s private parts. The circular and soft texture of her breasts seemed to amuse him a lot. He knew nothing about it. He felt curious to touch it and see how it feels. Then Riya continued to place her nipple on the baby’s lips, and the hungry boy seemed to latch onto it. Aman found this surprising. Shreyas and Rajesh seemed to notice his stares at Riya and turned towards her. They understood what he was looking so curiously at. They knew how it feels to look at a woman”s breasts for the first time. So they pulled his hands and took him into her bedroom. Riya looked up to find all three boys in her room and asks, “What happened? Do you need something?” Then Rajesh gestured at Riya to check Aman. Riya turned towards him and found him staring at her breasts eagerly. She laughed at his stares. She knew that he must be curious since it must have been something new to him. She still remembered how Shreyas, Rajesh, and Rahul took the sight of her breasts for the first time. It was no wonder that Aman was surprised at that moment. So she asked Aman, “Aman dear, What are you looking at?” He pointed innocently at her breasts and asked, “Why is he eating you?” Riya and the boys smiled at his innocence, and she replied – “He is not eating me. He is just feeding milk from me.” Aman then asked, still pointing at her breasts, “Oh! So there is milk in there.” Riya replied, “Yes.” He seemed surprised and got lost in his thoughts. Riya expected that and continued to feed him while looking at him. He seemed to stare for a long time and seemed curious still. Soon Riya finished feeding her baby and hooked her bra and blouse back. She covered her pallu over it. But Aman continued staring at her chest with his wide eyes. She got up and placed her baby in his toddler bed carefully, making sure not to wake him up. She then moved to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Meanwhile, Rajesh and Shreyas engaged him in few games on their laptop. Riya soon finished the preparation and arranged everything on the dining table. She then called out all the boys to come over to the dining table. Aman seemed to have lost his curiosity after getting involved in the games. Soon they finish the dinner. Riya asked the boys to go to their room to sleep. She felt there was not enough space in their room for an extra person. She asked, “Boys, I know there are not enough beds in your room. One of you can come over and sleep in my bed.” Shreyas said, “You can take Aman with you, mom. We can manage, but Aman can’t sleep alone in a bed. He needs someone like you beside him.” Rajesh seconded that. Riya looked proudly at her sons. She felt that her boys have grown up to be mature and thoughtful. She patted on their shoulders, admiring their gesture. Then Rajesh and Shreyas moved to their room. Riya finished her cleaning and moved to her bedroom, holding Aman. He followed her silently. She picked a sleeved satin gold-colored shirt with laces and matching pants and moved into the washroom to change. She came back and found Aman just sitting on the bed, feeling shy. Riya then moved on to the bed from the other side and said, “That”s alright, dear. Feel free. Lie down.” She made him lie on the bed, and she lay beside him on the bed. He lay distant from her turning his blushing face away from Riya. But Riya turned towards and placed her arm on his back and patted gently to make him sleep. He moaned with slight pain when her fingers touched the bruises. She felt worried and checked inside his t-shirt. The bruises seemed to be still raw and she knew the pain behind it. So she pulled him close to her and hugged him, facing his back. He felt the softness of her breasts touching his back. That feeling was new to him, and he felt good and relieved after the pain. She put her fingers over his head and brushed his hair lovingly. It felt soothing, and he moved his head back. His head touched her softness. He seemed to like it and continued to rest his head on her soft breasts that way. He felt the need to touch it. So he slowly turned towards her and placed his head back on her breasts, this time his face lying on her breasts. She didn’t feel unusual. She placed her fingers back on his hair, but this time behind his head. He wanted to touch it and feel it. But apart from the soft touches on his face, he did not dare to move further. Riya noticed all this. She knew his interests. She felt it earlier from his eyes, the curiosity, the feel of touching her breasts, the need of tasting her milk. She understood he was just curious like her boys, and so she did not resist much. He slowly raised his head, and his nose and lips touched her upper breast. He liked the soft cushion-like feel. So he got carried away and pressed his face deep into her breast. He then brushed her breast with his nose and lips. Riya noticed this. She felt his eagerness underlying those cute brushes. She laughed in her mind and called Aman in a low voice, “Aman, dear.” “Yes, aunty,” Aman replied, raising his head off her breasts. Riya, “Are you not comfortable sleeping?” Aman replied, “No, aunty, I am comfortable. Your hug is so soft and warm. It feels nice to keep my face and rest like that,” and hugged her back, placing his head back on her breasts. Riya then adjusted herself so that he is comfortable in that position. Then Aman asked, still with his face on her breasts, “So, aunty, you said your baby was having milk from you earlier.” Riya replied, “Yes.” She had a faint idea where this is heading to. Aman, “So can you show how and where does that comes from?” Riya understood the reason behind these questions. She knew the curiosity of boys aged around him. She also knew that this boy is unique and more curious than others. She felt she is the one they can rely on. She had done it earlier for her boys, and she felt that she could clear his anxiety. So she slowly opened her laces over her shirt and moved her shirt aside. He curiously observed her fair navel, the button deep at the center, and the flesh surrounding it. He wanted to see how it feels. He placed his palm on her navel and brushed slightly. His fingers touched her button now and then. He found that amusing and then placed a finger on her button to see how deep it was. These moves were tickling Riya, and she trembled on the bed with his touches. He moved up and found two soft and round organs covered inside her creamy pink-colored bra. He slowly cupped them and pressed one of the breasts. He was surprised to see such soft and plump organs. Riya continued to unhook her bra and occasionally, his fingers brushed hers. Then she moved her bra cup aside to reveal her right breast. She then squeezed the base of her right breast slightly. He joined his palm and imitated what Riya did. His fingers squeezed her base and moved to the tip. She then repeated the squeezes a couple of times, and he followed her. Few drops of milk started coming out. She then said, “So this is where the milk starts and flows out. When the lips are placed on this tip,” pointing at her nipple, “those drops can be sucked out.” Aman asked, “So this is how the baby was taking milk out.” Riya nodded. Then Aman asked with hesitation, “Can I ta… ta… taste it, aunty. I want to see how it tastes.” Riya was ready for this. She anticipated this. She knew that they become curious to taste her milk. She also knew that there was no harm in that after her experience with her boys. She knew Rahul or her boys had lust, at least to some extent. But she knew for sure that Aman’s curiosity was pure because of his naive mind. She knew he was still a kid inside. So she nodded. He then moved his face up to the level of her right breast and licked the drops that were oozing out of her nipple. He liked the taste and licked another drop. He said, “It tastes good.” And then he moved back onto her breast. He squeezed her base a couple of times and licked the drops coming out of it. Riya felt that it would pain her if squeezing continued for more time. So she held her head and drew it closer. She then said, “Suck the nipple with your lips just like you suck the juice out of a mango. Milk will flow automatically. You don’t need to squeeze it every time.” He nodded and then took her nipple in and started sucking the tip of the nipple. Riya then said, “That’s nice. But you need to take more flesh and skin into your mouth if you need the milk out.” So he followed her and sucked more of her flesh, and pressed his teeth and lips onto it. Riya cried a bit with the pain, “Aaah. Not that hard, dear. Use your lips more and less of your teeth. Keep your teeth away while you are sucking.” He said, “Sorry, aunty.” He then moved his teeth apart and sucked with his lips. Milk flow started to increase after he started sucking a couple of times. He then seemed to get hold of the process. Riya held her breast in position and occasionally squeezed if the flow seemed to slow down. But she wondered how all the boys get used to the sucking so quickly. She felt it was an instinct. He continued to use his lips to take the flesh in and out of his mouth gradually. Riya felt that his sucking was just like how Tarun does. She felt that he is just as cute and innocent as Tarun, unlike her boys who were more eager and excited in the feeding. Aman, on the other hand, seemed to be relaxed in his feeding. Although she felt she liked both styles. Each style had its share of love. Soon milk drops stopped coming out. Riya asked him, “So how was the taste? Did you like it?” He nodded and said with a disappointed face, “It was so good, and I felt like it ended so quickly.” Riya then asked, “What if I said you could have more of it?” He seemed delighted and said eagerly, “Is it true! Can I have more of it?” She then moved her left breast near his lips and drew his head close to her. He knew the process then. So he started taking the nipple into his mouth and sucked it with his lips gently. He made sure that his teeth stayed apart from each other. He closed his eyes, feeling the taste in his mouth. Riya laughed and thought to herself that no matter how old her kids are. They still behave the same when it comes to taste her milk. He then moved his hands to grab her breasts in position and squeezed them slightly, imitating what Riya did to her other breast. Riya was surprised at his quick grasp of things. He soon finished the left breast and continued to suck till the last drop came out of it. Once the flow stopped totally, he drew his face back and opened his eyes. He then kissed her palm and said, “Thanks, aunty for letting me taste your milk. It felt so good.” Riya felt glad and said, “Glad that you liked it.” She placed her palm on his cheek and moved it over his head through his hair lovingly. He then hugged her back, placing his head back on her naked breasts. She held him with one hand and brushed through his hair with the other. He soon fell asleep, and Riya placed his head carefully on his pillow. She then lay back on her pillow, hooked her bra, tied her laces of the shirt, and closed her eyes. She felt happy that she had all her boys with her, who feel safe with her, comfortable, and love her from the bottom of their hearts. She felt unique and special among all moms because of all the love she got from her boys. She felt lucky and blessed to meet all of them, to be able to love all of them, and to get the love back from all of them. Thank you for reading the story. Please give me your feedback. You can mail me @ [email protected] or kik me @ riyasharmaa8. Thank you.