Sexual Journey Of Cheated Tamil Woman – Part 11

Me: From tomorrow onwards, you need to focus on clearing your English paper. Then you should join pre-university classes once you have passed this exam. So focus on your studies too; instead of others, I will be there for you.

Days passed, and I used to teach both Rajan and Jeeva in the morning and evening. Jeeva planned to drive an auto only at night, so he could manage reading during the daytime, allowing me also to teach him freely.

I helped them with their old savings money, which they had given to me earlier for buying books and other items.

Jeeva starts reading daily from 4:30 am onwards, usually once coming back from a night drive, and Rajan will join them after 5:30 am in the hall. One fine day, Jeeva came after his night auto drive, and came out of my room.

Me: Jeeva, go and sleep, you can study after a nap.

Jeeva: No, bhabhi, there is a class test tomorrow, and I need to pass.

Me: Hmm, good.

Jeeva: Please help me, Bhabhi.

Me: I will

Jeeva: Sure

I started to teach him one by one, but he couldn’t understand, not even a single sentence. While I am trying to explain something, his focus is only on my nightie.

Me: Hey, concentrate here, not somewhere.

Jeeva: No, Bhabhi, I saw right when you came out of your room, it made me think in that way.

Me: Hey, that’s not bad, but if you need to pass your exams, then you should focus here, right?

Jeeva: Yes, but your walk and your fruit movements made me think in that way, Bhabhi. And I have doubts.

Me: What?

Jeeva: Still have breast milk?

Me: Hey? (I beat him)

Jeeva: Yes, Bhabhi. Please tell me.

Me: It has been 2 years, right? I have milk.

Jeeva: Sorry for your loss, Bhabhi.

Me: Hey, why sorry and all? You people only saved us and helped us a lot during that time; that is my bad luck. Maybe it’s my fate, I have lost him.

Jeeva: (He asked a doubt to change my mind) Bhabhi, what is the difference between May/might, can/could, and shall/should?

Me: I explained it. (But still I am thinking about those days and how I got help from Ram uncle for my pain, and others helped during that time)

Jeeva: Bhabhi, bhabhi. (He shook my shoulder to get my back)

Me: Hmm, sorry. What did you say? I have some other thoughts.

Jeeva: I didn’t say anything, but what are you thinking?

Me: I am thinking about those days. I missed feeding and cuddling.

Jeeva: Sorry for that. But if you’d like, you can feed and cuddle me.

Me: I can feed you and cuddle you, I can do those things to you as your buddy.

Jeeva: Can you feed me now, Bhabhi?

Me: No.

Jeeva: Please, Bhabhi.

Me: No, Jeeva. Everyone is inside, and Rajan is about to wake up for his studies.

Jeeva: It is 5 am, Bhabhi. Rajan will wake by 5.30 only, and others after 6.30. Just for 15 minutes, please, Bhabhi. I want to feel how you care for me.

Me: But where?

Jeeva: Here only. I will lie on your lap. Please wait.

Me: But be careful. We should not give someone a chance to see us.

Jeeva: Sure, Bhabhi. I will take care, but now please.

Me: Hmm.

I obeyed and adjusted myself. He came and lay on my lap. I unzipped my yellow flowered, blue coloured nighty. And took out my right boob.

Jeeva: No, inners? Wow.

Me: During the night, I don’t use my inner nowadays.

Jeeva: Ah, ok. But well-shaped fruit this is.

Me: Hey? Start now, Jeeva.

Jeeva: Sure, Bhabhi.

As I adjusted there myself, Jeeva moved against my chest, and I held his weight in my lap. I used to stroke Jeeva’s hair, like Ram uncle.

Sh, how can one man make me feel like this?

I looked down at his closed eyes, at the way smoothed out every time he swallowed. He looked so peaceful. So young. So completely mine now.

He trusts me this much. Jeeva drives an auto all night to pay fees and still comes home to study at 4:30 am. My milk was flowing easily now, steady and warm, and every swallow he took felt like a silent thank you.

Me: Jeeva, enough? (I whispered)

Jeeva: 2 minutes, Bhabhi. Please.

I pressed a long kiss to the top of his head. I love him. Not the way a Bhabhi should. Not even the way a mother should. Something is different, but I love how he needs me.

Me: Two minutes only. After that, you’re going to finish at least one full page of prepositions. Deal?
Jeeva: Deal.

Two minutes later, I told him. But my body was already saying more. My nipples tingled, I felt aroused wherever he touched, and lower down… and secret warmth between my thighs was growing, slow and undeniable.
I pressed my thighs together just a little, trying to quiet it. I felt not now, since this moment is for him, and his tired mind. I bent and kissed the top of his head again. My eyes closed. Stay like this a little longer, da… let Bhabhi take care of you.

As Jeeva moved deep against my chest, it was a kind of sleep that comes only after real exhaustion. One minute, he was suckling softly, the next, his lips relieved my nipples, eyes closed. I smiled down at him. My poor man, night shift after night shift, then straight to books. No wonder he crashed like this.

Carefully, I moved him from my lap to the mat on the floor. How can someone make me feel this protective and this heated at the same time?
I adjusted my nightie back into place, feeling the lingering warmth on my skin, the slight dampness where he had fed. Then I moved quietly to the kitchen.

Once I started, someone went to the restroom, which is outside. I ignored and focused on my kitchen work.

Shankar: Hey Jayanthi,

Me: Hello, Shankar Bro, Good Morning. (That time, I used to call him like that).

Shankar: Good Morning, Jayanthi. Have you started kitchen work?

Me: Yes, bro. You didn’t get any sleep.

Shankar: No, I don’t know why.

Me: Oh, ok. Do you need coffee now?

Shankar: No, after some time. But Jayanthi, why is Jeeva sleeping in the hall itself?

Me: He came by 4 o’clock only, and wants to study. Then he felt so tired, and now he slept.

Shankar: Hardworking guy.

Me: Yes, Bro. I am seeing his works nowadays. (I smiled within me)

Shankar: Yes, but you care for both Jeeva and Rajan very well compared to others.

Me: No, not like that. Since they are young and no one is there to care, I am doing so.

Shankar: No, I am just kidding. What is for breakfast or lunch?

Me: Idli and chutney for Breakfast, and for lunch, I am planning Coconut rice.

Shankar: Your food is so tasty. Many times, you remind me of my wife, Padma.

Me: Is it?

Shankar: Yes.

Me: My pleasure. What is she?

Shankar: Taking care of our farm, you saw her, right?

Me: Yes, one photo of you along with your wife and kids.

Shankar: Yes. I am missing her sometimes, but when I see you, it helps a lot.

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Me: Thanks. 2 kids, right?

Shankar: Yes, the elder son is in college, and the daughter is younger in her schooling.

Me: Good family.

Shankar: Thanks a lot.

Me: No problem.

Shankar: I will go and try to get some sleep.

Me: Sure.

Once he went, I started to work on kitchen stuff. Rajan got up once he was refreshed and came to the kitchen for coffee.

Me: Hey Rajan, good morning da.

Rajan: Good morning, Sis.

Me: How is it going?

Rajan: Everything is fine, sis. We are both progressing well because of you!

Me: What have I done?

Rajan: Without you, nothing is possible in our lives.

Me: Hey, not like that. When is the class test?

Rajan: Yeah, tomorrow, sis. I will rock it.

Me: I am not worried about you, Rajan, but what about Jeeva? How is he doing? He is taking it seriously, right?

Rajan: Yes, sis. No worries. I think he is now sleeping in the hall.

Me: Yeah. Don’t disturb him now. I will take care of him once he gets up. Focus on your study,

Rajan: Sure, but I have doubts about the accounts.

Me: Yes, I will come once I do the kitchen work, and we will see.

Rajan: Sure, sis.

Once my kitchen work was done, I cleared Rajan’s doubts. Rajan is interested in studies, and he is very interested in accounts and commerce. Then I helped one by one with their work, except Shankar; everyone went.

Me: (I served Breakfast to Shankar.) Did you get some sleep after that?

Shankar: Yes, Jaya. Once I returned from the kitchen, I fell asleep.

Me: Hmm.

Shankar: What happened? Is Jeeva still sleeping?

Me: Yes, spoiling his health for this night drive and money.

Shankar: No, Jaya. If men want something, they will do whatever.

Me: Then what about women? Do you think we are not like that?

Shankar: Not like that. For women, I am telling, if they want to do anything, it means they are in the safety of their lives, but men are free to do anything in this society. In this case, you are different from him.

Me: Maybe. (Shankar finished his breakfast)

Shankar: I will leave. We will meet in the evening.

Me: Sure.

Once Shankar went, I took a bath, and while returning from the bathroom, Jeeva got up.

Me: Hey, Jeeva. Go and have a bath, and come, we will have breakfast.

Jeeva: Hmm.

I went to my room and changed my dress to a nighty again; it was a white star with a red coloured nighty. When I am arranging the vessels for breakfast, Jeeva returns.

Me: Sit, Jeeva, have some breakfast. You had a good sleep, I think.

Jeeva: Yes, Bhabhi. Nice sleep. When did I sleep?

Me: You asked for two minutes, right? That time. (I teased him)

Me: When is your class test?

Jeeva: Tomorrow, Bhabhi. That’s why studying is like this.

Me: Yes, yes, I could see how you were ‘studying’ on my lap. (I grinned wider.)
Jeeva: Bhabhi (He groaned playfully, cheeks pink). Yes, Bhabhi. Nice sleep, thanks to your lap.

Me: Thanks only for the lap? (I tilted my head.)

Jeeva: And your hugs.

Me: That’s it?

Jeeva: Then what?

I shifted slightly, adjusting the neckline of my red nighty, outlining the full shape of my breasts still heavy with milk. His eyes looked at my boobs immediately, wide and hungry.

Jeeva: Oh, you mean, I want to say thanks to that fruit, (he said, voice dropping low.)

Me: Then?

Jeeva: I have some other method to say thanks for that, Bhabhi.
Me: Is it?

Jeeva: Yes, do you want me to explain that?

Me: No need, now you have breakfast. We need to read tomorrow’s exam syllabus.

Jeeva: Then, you won’t give me anything today. (He asked, in shock)

Me: That thing, I don’t know da. Now, you focus only on your studies.

I smiled in that naughty way I know it will drive him crazy, and my lips curved, then I stood up and walked to the dining area. We ate together on the floor and cleaned the place for our studies.

The next two hours passed in real focus. I sat close, every other term, and read the dictionary for some words to help his grammar and patience, repeating when he zoned out. He tried hard, scribbling notes, asking questions. I could see the effort in his paper.

Whenever I leaned over to point at a line in the book, my arm brushed against his, and he looked up for clarification. His gaze lingered a second too long on my nightie.

I knew he was thinking about it. I didn’t mind. Let him study now. Let him pass tomorrow. And later, well, later we’d see what “other methods” he had in mind.

Jeeva: Bhabhi, I am feeling tired. I need a coffee.

Me: I am also feeling the same. Wait, I will prepare and come.

Jeeva noticed me while I was going to the kitchen.

Me: (While returning from the kitchen, Jeeva noticed me.) Why are you looking like this, Jeeva?

Jeeva: Bhabhi, you don’t have inner peace.

Me: Yes, I did not wear it because you are only at home, right?

Jeeva: So far, I haven’t noticed that. While you were walking towards the kitchen, I saw you trying to fit in the butt crack, but your butt crack is not allowed.

Me: Idiot.

Jeeva: Bhabhi, morning, you cuddled me very nicely in the morning (he started, voice soft and playful.)

Me: Yes, da, you too drank very well as a good man.

I scratched his head affectionately, fingers raking through his messy hair like I always do when he’s being sweet.

Jeeva: Can we do that now, Bhabhi?

I glanced at the books still open on the study table in the next room. “How many topics are yet to be completed?”

Jeeva: Only one, Bhabhi.

Me: Then fine. Go to my bedroom. I’ll come.

I took my coffee cup back to the kitchen to rinse quickly, an old habit. While I was entering my bedroom, he was already lying there, propped on one elbow, watching me with that hungry, boyish grin.

Me: So eager? (I teased)

Jeeva: Yes.

I lay down beside him on the bed. He was in his usual home clothes. I was still in the same red nighty from morning, the soft cotton one with the front zip.
I shifted closer, unzipped the top slowly. Once I freed my boobs, he didn’t waste time; his arms came around me immediately for a tight hug.

His tongue was everywhere over my boobs before latching on with that familiar, strong pull. But this time it wasn’t just feeding, it was play. He teased, flicked, sucked hard, then soft, making me arch against him. My breath hitched, and my thighs pressed against each other.

We were both aroused now, his hardness pressing against my thigh through the thin boxer, while I had also started to ooze between my legs. His hands roamed respectfully but boldly: one on my waist, the other cupping my free breast, thumb brushing the nipple in slow circles.

Me: Shh… Jeeva (I whispered). Let me remove my dress. (I murmured, voice husky)

I sat up and pulled the nighty my shoulders, letting it pool around my waist. The chill air hit my skin, and Jeeva’s eyes darkened.

Jeeva: Oh, my Bhabhi. (he whispered)

I smiled in a naughty way and pulled him back down with me. Our bodies aligned his head perfectly on my chest again, but now his hips were rocking subtly against mine, seeking friction. I moved my hand to his back, under the waistband of his boxer, cupping him gently.

Me: Slow down, we have time.

I started to stroke his dick. But slow didn’t last long. His mouth moved to the other breast, sucking harder now, milk flowing freely as his free hand moved towards between my thighs, to check my readiness. And his fingers teased, circled, pressed, just enough to make me gasp and clutch at his hair.

And when he finally lifted his head, lips shiny, eyes glazed with pleasure and gratitude, he whispered,

Jeeva: Thanks, Bhabhi… for everything.

I pulled him close, heart full, body humming.

Me: Anytime, da. Now… finish that last topic. Then we’ll see about round two.
We laughed softly, tangled together.

Jeeva: Bhabhi, do you need to go now for another topic?

Me: Yes, Jeeva.

Jeeva: Can you please stay with me for a few more minutes, Bhabhi? So I can remove my dress too and say thanks in my own way to you. If you want, we can stay longer here.

Actually, I am eager to know what method he has to say thanks to me.

Me: Okay, not much time, we need to complete it today.

Jeeva: Not much, only one round.

He knelt in the bed itself and tried on T-Shirts and boxers.

Me: Step out from the Bed and remove it da.

Jeeva: No, I don’t want to leave you in a few minutes.

I smiled and kissed his lips while kneeling along with him, and tried to help him remove his T-shirt.

Jeeva: Please go back, Bhabhi, and lie on the bed.

I did and laughed while he was fighting to remove his boxers and placed them in the corner of our bed.

Me: Good.

I watched Jeeva struggle with his boxers, half-laughing, the thin cotton catching on his hips. He finally kicked them free and tossed them to the corner of the bed, as they’d personally offended him. He already removed his T-Shirt, and now he was completely bare in front of me.

Me: Good (I said softly, nodding toward the neatly folded pile of his clothes at the edge of the mattress.) At least you’re learning to keep things tidy.

Jeeva: (He knelt between my legs and said) Bhabhi… I said I have my own way to say thanks. For the milk… for the lap… for everything. (he started, voice low, almost reverent.)

Curiosity and something hotter, curled tight inside me. I propped myself up on my elbows.

Me: Then show me, da. But remember, not for long. We really have to finish that last topic today.

He nodded quickly, like a boy promising his teacher he had behaved (even though we both knew better). Instead of diving in as I half-expected, he surprised me. He leaned down slowly, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone first, slow, deliberate, like he was mapping every inch.

Then lower, between my breasts, tongue tracing the faint milky trail he’d left earlier. My breath caught when he paused, nose brushing the soft underside, inhaling deeply.

Jeeva: You smell like anything, Bhabhi (he murmured against my skin.)

The words hit me harder than any touch could. I threaded my fingers into his hair, not guiding, just holding. He moved again, kissing, trailing down my sternum, over the gentle swell of my belly, then lower still.
Carefully, he exposed my thighs, and there were no panties underneath. I hadn’t bothered after our morning feed, and the cool air made me shiver. But his mouth was already there, warm and worshipful.

He didn’t rush. First, a long, slow lick along the crease of my thigh, then another, teasing the sensitive skin until I squirmed. Only then did he settle between my legs properly, hands gentle on my hips, holding me open like I was something precious.

Jeeva: (Kissed there) I will take care of you (my pussy) later.

Then he moved to the top and started to kiss while fondling the nipples and his right thigh, nicely increasing the heat between them. While kissing after fondling one another’s nipples, he reached my navel, one of his kissing spots.

He used to die for licking my navel. And slowly he moved down his head to my nipples and his hands to my thighs.

Guys, I need to finish this story as soon as possible, but I didn’t get a proper time. Please excuse me for that, see you in the next part. Bye.