Adultery Tale of innocent boy 'Abhi'

[Sharif ladka]

Ch. 17. Farewell gift

     With a gentle yet confident touch, Abhi cupped Sheila's face, his thumb caressing her cheek. Their eyes locked, and their hearts seemed to beat in unison. But just as their lips were about to meet, Abhi hesitated. His mind raced with uncertainty, unsure of Sheila's intentions.

     "What if she means massage by saying she wants to feel my touch?" Abhi thought to himself. The atmosphere around him suddenly felt cold, and his soul felt frozen as his mind went blank with confusion.

     However, the weight of Sheila's warm hand on his lap brought him back to reality. The ice around him began to melt, and he blinked his eyes to clear his vision. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, their lips met in a slow and tender kiss.

     As their lips melded together, Abhi felt a surge of warmth spreading through his body. The atmosphere shifted, and the tension dissolved as sheila's soft lips guided the rhythm of their kiss. With a delicate touch, she traced the contours of Abhi's lips, With sensual kiss, Sheila gently pulled Abhi closer, her tongue teasingly tracing the outline of his lips before delicately slipping into his mouth. Abhi responded eagerly, his own tongue meeting hers in a passionate dance.

     As their kiss deepened, Sheila's hands roamed over Abhi's back, pulling him even closer as if trying to merge their bodies into one. Abhi's fingers trailed along her jawline before tracing a path down to the curve of her neck, where he felt the rapid beat of her pulse beneath his touch.

     Sensing Abhi's hesitation, Sheila gently guided his hands to her chest, where the swell of her breasts beckoned beneath the fabric of her blouse. With a soft sigh, she encouraged him to massage her there, her actions fueling Abhi's curiosity even further.

     With a newfound boldness, Abhi's hand ventured lower, gliding over the soft fabric of Sheila's blouse until it reached the gentle curve of her cleavage. His touch was gentle yet firm as he began to massage the area, his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to elicit a response.

Feeling Sheila's body respond to his touch, Abhi continued to massage her breasts with growing confidence, his fingers tracing slow circles over the fabric of her blouse. With each caress, Sheila's breath hitched, her desire evident in the way she pressed herself closer to him.

As their kiss deepened, Sheila's hands moved to her pallu, pulling it aside to grant Abhi even greater access to her cleavage. The fabric fell away, revealing the swell of her breasts and inviting Abhi to explore further. Without hesitation, he leaned in, his lips trailing a path of kisses along her neckline as he teased her soft flesh with his tongue.

Sheila let out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in Abhi's hair as she urged him on, her desire matching his own. With a gasp of pleasure, she arched her back, offering herself to him completely as they surrendered to the intoxicating passion that enveloped them.

     Abhi's lips moved lower, his breath teasing the exposed skin of her chest. His mouth hovered over her lace-covered breasts, his warm breath causing her to tremble in anticipation. 

     He pressed his left cheek on her right boob and left cheek on her left boob by keeping his nose at the center of her deep cleavage. Getting enslaved by his ministration she pressed his head on her breasts, burying his nose deep inside his cleavage and couldn't stop herself from uttering the words 

S: AAAhhh abhiaaaaa a h....arder 

     The utterance of words invigorated the young man more than she could think. He was making mother of two kids moan with pleasure and take his name. Wowwww, he thought getting buried deeper inside her motherly bosoms. He was on heaven and so was she.

    Pushing his head she made him press his lips on her hard nipples one at a time. He was loving it. What young boy wouldn't love snuggling his head in the big juicy breasts of lactating mother and sucking on her poking nipple, even if covered by blouse.

     Without hesitation, he leaned in, his lips pressing against the fabric, and he could feel the outline of her nipple beneath.

A: (thinking) even through her bra and blouse i can feel her nipples.

s: (encouraged) ahha..ahhhh 

     He kissed on the naked exposed part of her breasts and rubbed his nose on it. Sniffing audibly he tried to take the fragrance of soft large bosoms of sweet loving mummy of his student.

     He could spend his life switching between those two globes and the cleavage between, but instinctively his lips reached again on the her lips and she started sucking his tongue as their lips pressed. She pulled him through his hair and with her other hand pulled his hand on her recently neglected breasts.

S: Keep massage it abhi (the heat of the moment, momentarily breaking the kiss) harder. ...... Press harder (resumed after uttering the necessary words. She was out of breath and so was he.)

     He followed and now the mother and abhi were making out literally with no sense of massage. Their eyes were closed. They lay sideways, he on her left and she on her right. Abhi was filling like his body is taken over by someone else. The only thought was that he want to drink her milk any how. He was trying to go with flow.

     her pallu crumpled somewhere under them and her big juicy melons exposed, his right hand fondling her right womanly orbs his fingers occasionally sinking in the valley and pressing the left one as much as he could. He tried to push the finger inside her blouse but it was extremely tight. His right leg was above her both legs and left leg under them. He had crossed his legs under his ankle. He also slipped his left hand under her.

     His cock and balls snuggled near her abdomen. His balls were nestled where her saree was tucked, with the head of his penis in pent was touching her naked navel. without realising He was slowly jerking his hips getting friction from her naked belly and saree knot. His cock was leaking precum and she could feel it. She had baby oil but didn't think it would be of any use because her hole was soaking wet.

     They had forgotten the sense of time as both mother and young boy were enjoying the cuddling, fondling, kissing and dry-humping.

     It's been the longest make-out session of their life. Her husband was a very good in sex and sexual satisfying man but not as romantic and sensual as abhi. They kissed for few minutes and then he got down little oral sex and then long-lasting hard fucking. He was good but paled in comparison with abhi in terms of sansualness , who was indefatigably kissing, fondling, and humping.

      as she thought about that, she realized that all good things have to come to an end and it's her responsibility to stop it. But she don't want to stop directly or make it look like she don't like it....... She heard Rani murmuring and she got a chance.

S: Abhi.... (Softly) I think rani is crying.

     She broke the kiss and separated her body and sat down facing away from him. She pulled the saree pallu and covered her breasts. Abhi realised that she wants to stop. He was very disappointed and sad but there was nothing he can do. 

     He stood up and faced towards door. His face was like small baby whose toy was stolen. Sheila realised his State.

S: thankyou abhi...

A: welcome aunty. It's was my pleasure.

S: abhi if you need any help regardless to money, you can come to me.

     He turned around, Sheila cradled Rani in her arms, soothing her cries with gentle whispers. Abhi, feeling a pang of longing, watched as Sheila began to breastfeed Rani, her maternal instincts on full display.

     As Rani quieted down, Abhi felt a surge of emotion. He knew this would be his last chance to experience the warmth and comfort of Sheila's milk. Summoning his courage, he paused at the bedroom door, his heart racing with anticipation.

Finally, mustering the courage, Abhi turned to Sheila, his voice soft but determined. 

A: aunty, before I go, there's something I'd like to ask,( he began, his gaze steady as he met her eyes.)

     Sheila looked at Abhi with a curious expression, her brow furrowing slightly as she waited for him to speak. Sensing the weight of the moment, she nodded encouragingly, silently urging him to continue.

Taking a deep breath, Abhi gathered his thoughts before speaking again. 

A: I know it might seem unconventional, but... would you mind if I... tasted your milk one last time before I go? ( he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and longing.)

     As Abhi made his request, Sheila's initial reaction was one of hesitation. She couldn't deny the slight pang of guilt that accompanied the thought of indulging in such an intimate act, especially becouse Rani was in her arms. However, as she glanced at Abhi, she sensed his genuine longing, and a part of her couldn't resist the desire to feel that sensation of his lips gain on her breast, even if it was just one last time.

With a conflicted but ultimately understanding expression, Sheila nodded softly, silently acknowledging the fleeting nature of the moment. She knew that it was her last chance to feel his intimat touch, and despite her reservations, she wanted to savor it.

     As she cradled Rani in cradle, she felt a surge of sensual anticipation coursing through her veins. Slowly, she shifted her position, allowing Abhi easier access, while Hastingsly keeping her blouse undone. The thought of Abhi tasting her milk again ignited a spark of excitement within her, mingled with a hint of nervousness.

With a gentle smile, she met Abhi's gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions—yearning, longing, and a touch of vulnerability. She knew that this moment would be etched in her memory forever, a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting nature of their connection.

S: (gentle smile.) Of course, Abhi, (softly) If it's something you truly desire, I don't mind.

   With a grateful nod, Abhi stepped closer to Sheila, his heart pounding with anticipation. He couldn't believe he was about to drink her milk one last time. He felt very good and proud that he decides to ask for it. Sheila's breathing grew slightly heavier as Abhi set on bed and his hands moved closer, teasingly brushing against her sides before finding their way to the contours of her waist and looked to her for permission.

  Seeing Abhi S kind action Sheila's inhibitions slowly melted away, replaced by an overwhelming urge to fully embrace the intimacy they shared. With a flicker of anticipation in her eyes, she unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts from their confinement. Her choclate nipples, stood proudly as an invitation for Abhi's touch.

    Abhi's gaze locked onto Sheila's exposed breasts, their beauty captivating him. He marveled at their fullness, their readiness to provide nourishment and pleasure. Without hesitation, he cupped her breast. 

    Sheila gasped at the electrifying sensation of Abhi's hands enveloping her breasts. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, inviting him to explore further. The weight of her swollen bosom in his hands, combined with the hunger of her milk on his lips, sent a surge of pleasure coursing through Abhi's veins.

     His lips get closer to her breasts, his kisses alternating between gentle brushes and more purposeful, lingering pecks. As he sucked on her nipples, he was keenly aware of the sensations he was evoking. He could feel the firmness of her nipples against his tongue, and he used just the right amount of pressure to elicit soft gasps of pleasure from Sheila.

     With each suckle, Abhi's desire to taste more of her milk grew. His mouth pressed more firmly against her nipple, and he used his tongue to coax even the tiniest drop of milk. The taste was sweet and slightly salty, a unique blend that he found incredibly alluring.

As Abhi sucked on Sheila's breast for 2 minutes, he noticed the absence of milk, causing him to hesitate, thinking their session had come to an end. But before he could pull away, Sheila's soft plea halted him in his tracks.

Sheila: "Ahha... Abhi ( soft moans) 

Abhi: "Sorry, do I hurt you?"

Sheila: "Ahha... No... please keep sucking."

Her voice was a breathless whisper, laced with desire and need, urging Abhi to continue his ministrations.

Abhi: "Okay, aunty. I'll keep going, but... Just let me know if you need me to stop. I think there's no milk left."

Sheila: "I've used the breast pump earlier, Abhi. But it still feels so good when you suck, that sensation... I need it, Abhi. Please, keep going."

     He started by gently kissing and nibbling on her erect nipples, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from Sheila. His hands roamed her upper body, caressing her curves and Sheila's hand found its way to the back of his head, guiding him with a tender urgency.

Sheila: "Deeper, Abhi... please..."

     Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet it held an unmistakable urgency, fueling Abhi's even futher. Sensing her growing arousal, he dared to speak,  

Abhi: (barely above a whisper.) Do you like it... when I suck harder, aunty?"

     Sheila's response was a soft gasp, her fingers threading through Abhi's hair as she arched into his touch.

Sheila: "Yes, Abhi... Don't stop..."

     Encouraged by her words, Abhi increased the pressure, his lips and tongue working in tandem to elicit pleasurable sensations. With each motion, he felt Sheila's body respond, her muscles relaxing under his ministrations.

Abhi: "You taste so sweet, aunty..."

     Sheila's breath hitched at his words, her cheeks flushing with desire.

Sheila: "Oh, Abhi...

     His attention shifted to the valley between her two ample breasts, and Sheila's anticipation grew with each passing moment.

   Sheila reveled in the sensation of Abhi's touch, finding joy in the restrained yet passionate way he explored her body. His lips traced the contours of her cleavage, his tongue teasingly dipping between the curves, igniting a fire within her.

     With a surge of desire, Abhi forcefully pressed his tongue into her cleavage, enveloping her in a wave of pleasure. Sheila's lips parted in an unpremeditated moan, the sound escaping her in a rush of ecstasy.

Sheila: "Aaahhhhhhhhhh."

    The sensation sent shivers down her spine, her nipples hardening with anticipation. Each movement heightened her arousal, her neglected breasts yearning for attention.

    With one hand pressed against his head, urging him closer, Sheila's other hand ventured down to her neglected breasts. She caressed herself, reveling in the sensations coursing through her body as Abhi's lips and tongue danced across her skin.

     Another long moan escaped her lips as she surrendered to the pleasure, her body responding eagerly to his touch.

Sheila: "Aaaaaahhhhhhhh."

     In that moment, she couldn't resist the urge to indulge in the pleasure he was offering, her already drenched pussy dripping with desire. Though she couldn't openly pleasure herself in front of him, attending to her neglected breasts provided a welcome release, 

     As Abhi continued to explore her cleavage with his eager lips and tongue, Sheila's senses were ablaze with desire. His gentle yet insistent movements spread her two ample breasts,eliciting a surprised gasp from Sheila but also creating an intoxicating sensation that sent shivers down her spine.

Abhi: "You have such large, beautiful and tasty breasts, aunty."

     His innocent words, laced with admiration, only fueled her desire further, and she responded with a loud, uninhibited moan of pleasure.

Sheila: "Ohhh... Abhi..."

     Sheila was surprised by the intensity of sensation coursing through her cleavage. She had never realized just how sensitive that area could be, but now, under Abhi's skillful touch, it became a source of unparalleled pleasure.

Sheila: "Ohh... I didn't know... my cleavage could feel so good."

     As Abhi's tongue traced circles around her cleavage, Sheila's moans grew louder, her breath hitching with each tantalizing touch. The wetness between her legs intensified, aching for release as she surrendered to the pleasure washing over her.

Sheila: Yes, just like that... ohh...

    Abhi was having no clue why she is feeling so good. Now He is not even sucking her breast.

Abhi: Does it feel good, aunty?

    His innocent question only served to heighten her arousal, and she could only respond with another loud moan of affirmation.

Sheila: Yes, Abhi... oh, yes...

    Lost in the throes of passion, Sheila's body arched instinctively toward Abhi's touch, her mind consumed by the blissful sensation of his lips and tongue exploring her most intimate curves. 

Sheila: Abhi, kiss me. Kiss me as you explore every inch of my body.

     Without saying anything Abhi's lips trailed from her chest to her collarbone, leaving a trail of delicate kisses in their wake. He explored her neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin, which sent shivers of pleasure down Sheila's spine. His hands wandered further, tracing the curves of her waist and upper hips, pulling her closer to him in a fervent embrace.

     Their bodies moved in synchrony, a dance of desire and longing. Abhi's mouth found its way to Sheila's lips, but before they can deeper the kiss Sheila realised that she has lost the track on time. They both are inside form long time. So she parted abhi to follow her and Stop.

     After their intense kiss, suckling, and massage, both Abhi and Sheila found themselves breathless and satiated. The air was thick with the heady mix of their shared desire, their bodies still tingling from the intimate connection they had just experienced. A contented smile played on Sheila's lips as she basked in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.

     Despite her satisfaction, a part of Sheila still longed for more, a subtle ache that she didn't want to voice. As Abhi's lips left her skin and his fingers stopped their gentle caresses, she felt a fleeting pang of need. Yet, she also didn't want to pressure him or make him uncomfortable.

     Sheila's movements were graceful as she began to dress herself, her actions a blend of practiced routine and the desire to maintain a sense of normalcy. Her fingers deftly fastened the buttons of her blouse, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. She knew that what had transpired between them was both exhilarating and forbidden, a secret they now shared.

    Just as Sheila was about to slip the pallu of her saree back over her shoulder, a soft knock at the door disrupted the charged atmosphere. Raja's innocent voice calling out for his mother filled the room, jolting Sheila out of her reverie.

    She felt a mix of guilt and excitement rush through her veins. Guilt, because she had just shared an intimate moment with Abhi, and excitement, because the thrill of their secret encounter still lingered. Sheila's cheeks flushed with color as she hurriedly adjusted her attire, a sense of urgency in her actions.

     Abhi, too, snapped out of his own thoughts, his eyes widening at the sound of Raja's voice. He quickly composed himself, his heart still racing from their passionate escapade. He watched as Sheila managed to regain her composure, impressed by her ability to switch gears so swiftly.

     Sheila opened the door, her smile slightly forced but warm as she greeted her son. Raja's innocent eyes darted between his mother and Abhi, his curiosity evident. Sheila's heart raced as she exchanged a glance with Abhi who was getting late and asking for permission, a silent agreement passing between them to allow him to leave.  

     As Sheila looked into Raja's innocent eyes, a pang of guilt gripped her heart. She had always prided herself on being a good mother, providing a stable and loving environment for her son. But now, as she gazed at him, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame for indulging her own desires.


    Sheila's mind raced, grappling with the complexity of her emotions. She knew that what she had shared with Abhi was a result of her own emotional and physical needs. She tried to rationalize it in her mind, reminding herself that she deserved happiness and intimacy too. Yet, the weight of societal norms and expectations bore down on her, adding to her sense of guilt.

    As Sheila looked into Raja's innocent eyes, she felt a pang of guilt tugging at her heartstrings.

Raja: "Mom, Abhi is so cool! He showed me awesome trick today, to learn things faster. Do you think he'll come over again tomorrow?"

     Sheila forced a smile, trying to mask her inner turmoil.

Sheila: "I'm glad you had fun, Raja. Abhi's a good friend, isn't he?"

      Raja nodded enthusiastically, oblivious to his mother's internal struggle.

Raja: "Yeah, Mom! Abhi's like the big brother I never had. Can we invite him for dinner sometime?"

      Sheila's mind raced as she searched for the right words to respond, grappling with her conflicting emotions.

Sheila: "We'll see, sweetheart. Abhi has been very helpful to us, hasn't he?"

   As Raja continued to chatter excitedly about his day with Abhi, Sheila couldn't shake the weight of her guilt. She longed for a way to reconcile her desires with her responsibilities as a mother, even as she reluctantly engaged in conversation with her son about his newfound admiration for Abhi.

Sheila: "Raja, do you ever wonder why Abhi is so helpful to us?"

     Raja paused for a moment, considering the question.

Raja: "I think Abhi just likes being nice to people, Mom. He says it makes him happy."

     Sheila's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and apprehension at her son's innocent response.

Sheila: "You're right, Raja. Abhi is a kind person who cares about others."

      As she spoke, Sheila couldn't help but wonder about the complexities of her relationship with Abhi and the boundaries she had unwittingly crossed

     Raja looked at his mother with curiosity, sensing there was more to the story.

Raja: "But Mom, why does Abhi help you with your pain? Can't you go to the doctor?"

      Sheila hesitated, struggling to find the right words to explain.

Sheila: "Well, sometimes it's not just about physical pain, Raja. Abhi helps me feel better in other ways, too."

   Raja's eyes widened with interest, eager to understand.

Raja: "Like how?"

Sheila took a deep breath, grappling with how much to reveal to her young son.

Sheila: "Like... sometimes when people care about each other, they do things to make each other feel good. Abhi... helps me feel good."

   Sheila's cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke, feeling a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability.

Raja's curiosity seemed insatiable as he continued with his innocent inquiries.

Raja: "Mom, does Abhi tickle you with feathers too?"

      Sheila's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, trying to suppress a laugh at Raja's innocent yet slightly embarrassing question.

Sheila: "Uh, no, Raja. No feathers involved."

Raja's eyes widened with wonder, his imagination running wild with possibilities.

Raja: "Oh, so it's like a secret game, right? Like hide and seek?"

     Sheila chuckled softly, unable to resist the playful innocence of her son's imagination.

Sheila: "Yes, something like that, Raja. But it's a game only grown-ups play."

Raja nodded eagerly, feeling content with his newfound knowledge.

Raja: "Got it, Mom! I won't tell anyone about your secret game with Abhi!"

      Sheila's laughter filled the room as she ruffled Raja's hair affectionately, grateful for his innocence and the joy he brought into her life.

      As she attended to Raja, helping him with his tasks and listening to his innocent chatter, Sheila found herself internally justifying her actions. She thought about how Raja saw Abhi as a mentor, a role model who was helping his mother in a time of need. In Raja's eyes, Abhi was a friend and a teacher, someone he looked up to.

     Sheila's heart ached as she contemplated the innocence of her son's perception. To him, Abhi's presence was simply a means of easing his mother's pain and discomfort. There was a purity in Raja's understanding, an unquestioning trust that tugged at Sheila's conscience.

      But Raja's curiosity seemed insatiable, and Sheila couldn't help but marvel at his relentless pursuit of knowledge.

Raja: Mom, why do you always look so happy after Abhi comes over? Is it because he helps you with your chest?

          Sheila's cheeks flushed even deeper at Raja's direct question, her mind scrambling for a response that wouldn't give away too much.

Sheila: Well, Raja, Abhi is just a good friend who knows how to cheer me up. He helps with many things around the house, not just... um, my chest.

Raja: But you always seem so much different after he leaves. Is it because he gives you special hugs and kisses?

     Sheila's heart raced at Raja's innocent yet astute observation, her mind racing for a suitable explanation.

Sheila: "Oh, Raja, you're such a curious boy! Let's just say that Abhi knows how to make me feel better in different ways, okay? 

Raja: "Okay, Mom. I won't ask any more questions. But can I play with Abhi later? He's really fun!"

     Sheila breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Raja had finally relented. But as she watched him bound off to play, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of her mind.

Sheila: "Starting tomorrow, Raja, Abhi won't be coming over anymore. Your leg is all better now, so you can go back to your regular tutoring."

Raja: "But Mom, I really like it when Abhi comes. Can't he stay a bit longer?"

    Sheila paused, trying to find the right words. She didn't want to disappoint Raja, but she also felt it was time to return to their normal routine.

Sheila: "I know you enjoy having Abhi around, sweetie, but it's important to get back to our usual schedule. And now that your leg is healed, you won't need as much help."

      Raja's face fell slightly, a hint of sadness crossing his features.

Raja: "Okay, Mom. I guess I can manage without Abhi. But I'll miss playing with him."

     Sheila felt a pang of guilt at Raja's disappointment, but she knew she had to stick to her decision.

Sheila: "I understand, Raja. But don't worry, Abhi will still be around. And maybe he'll come by sometimes to check in on us."

     Raja's mood brightened at the thought, a hopeful smile spreading across his face.

Raja: "Really, Mom? That would be awesome! Thanks!"

Sheila smiled back, relieved to see Raja cheered up despite the change. But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that things wouldn't be quite the same without Abhi's visits.

     In the midst of her guilt, Sheila also found a glimmer of solace. Abhi's presence had brought a sense of lightness and joy into their lives, particularly for Raja. He had become not just a helper to her, but also a positive influence on her young son. And as she looked at Raja's beaming smile, Sheila couldn't deny the positive impact Abhi had on their household.

     Still, as she tucked Raja into bed that night and kissed his forehead, Sheila's guilt lingered. She hoped that, in time, she would find a way to reconcile her own desires with her responsibilities as a mother. For now, she held onto the bittersweet knowledge that her actions were driven by a very human need for connection and comfort.