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Surrogate
Baby
by T.S.
Rajesh©
"Please come inside Beta" -
Papaji's addressing me as "Son"
doesn't mean he is my father, just means that he
is an old man, and it is not unusual for old men
to call younger ones "Beta" or the
younger ones to call old people "Papaji"
or "Mamaji". I felt good the way he
addressed me. When I came to Delhi for a job
after my college, I never thought that
it'd be difficult. After all, I came here all
the way from Tamilnadu because my uncle stayed
here, and he sure did help me to get a good job.
What I didn't expect was that within a couple of
months of my getting steady here, My uncle
changed jobs and went to Chennai, And, I was
left to experience loneliness - 48 hours by
train from my family. But being a man, I am
expected to do my duty, that is, my job. And
here, I am looking for a house to rent.
"Beta, We are looking to rent out our first
floor room. And I am looking for a decent
person, who can give us company. After all, It
is not safe for an old man and a woman to stay
alone" He said. 'Sure Papaji, you won't
regret having me". Then he called out
"Radha beti!" beti..daughter.. When he
said that there is a woman in house, I thought
it must be his wife. The woman that came from
inside was in her late twenties, perhaps a few
years older than me. She was beautiful, Not in a
sexual way, but the type of beauty that calms
the mind like a cool breeze. Homely.. Motherly..
Sisterly.. Immediately I took a liking to her.
"Beta! Radha Didi Didi = elder sister) will
show you the room. Sorry, I am unable to get
up. Old age!!". "It's okay Papaji.
Please don't strain yourself" I said, and
followed Radha Didi. I got a mild scent of the
turmeric and sandal she had used. The room was
small and clean, with an attached
bathroom/toilet.. More than sufficient for me
and my computer. "There is no kitchen. But
there are good places available nearby. Or if
you prefer, You can be a paying guest, and eat
at our place" Radha Didi said. I nodded,
feeling very much at home.
I had settled down at my new home. Both
Papaji and Radha Didi treated me with compassion
and affection. I learnt that Papaji was almost
totally down, unable to walk for more than a few
minutes. They said that after my coming, Radha Didi
was finding it quite helpful that I was able to help taking
Papaji to the hospital.
When Radha Didi was not in the main hall, she
was almost always in her room. One day I saw
that her room was almost an artist's gallery..
She spent almost all of her free time in drawing
and painting. Not going to work, she had made
painting her profession. Together with the rent I
gave and the money she got by selling her art,
they were just making their ends meet.
One day, I came a bit early. Without going
directly to my room, I went to Papaji place,
and called out. "Radha Didi, I'm a bit
tired and hungry. Can you please give me
something to eat or drink?" She knew that I
take neither coffee nor tea. Just milk and fruit
juices.. "Sorry Raj! We don't have
anything.. anyhow, let me check". She went
into the kitchen, and I settled down on the
couch with a magazine. Papaji was in his room as
usual, either sleeping or reading something.
"Raj, There is some milk.. Not much.. and
Not hot. Is it okay for you?" "Sure Didi, That'd be fine". After about 5
minutes, she came with a cup in her hand. As she
handed it to me, I couldn't help noticing that
her sari was dislocated a bit, and I saw the
outline of an erect nipple underneath her
blouse. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought that the blouse was more transparent
than it ought to be.. as if wet. I forcefully
peeled my eyes away from her and took the milk.
As she had said, It was not hot, but not cold
either. Apparently she didn't store it in the
fridge. it was in the right temperature and
right sweetness for me. She stood watching me as
I sipped it. "How is it"? she asked.
"I love it. Didi, I don't say this to
flatter you, but really, I have never tasted
anything so wonderful like this. What is the
recipe?". She slightly blushed and smiled,
ruffled my hair, took the cup and went in, and I
went to my room. After that, almost daily, she
gave me a cup of milk or two. And always she
stood watching me until I finish drinking it.
Many times I noticed her nipples getting erect
as she stood watching. I had a feeling that she
was growing more affectionate towards me, often
ruffling my hair, or caressing my face. Once she
even held my face and kissed on my forehead. I
too, felt my affection towards her growing day
by day.
One day, I came from work quite early, not
feeling well. Neither Papaji Nor Radha Didi were
in the hall. I went to the kitchen hoping to
find Radha Didi, but she was not there. Then I
went to her room. The scene I saw there, I can
never forget in my lifetime. Radha Didi was
sleeping on the bed. Her blouse was open
on one side, a beautiful breast exposed. But
there was more.. She was sleeping turning to one
side, and near her, on the bed, was a picture. A
hand drawn picture. Of Me. The picture was laid leveled
to her breast, an erect nipple touching
the face, few drops of milk were on the picture
(which was most likely drawn with waterproof
Indian-Ink). She had thrown one hand over the
picture. Apparently she went to sleep imagining
me suckling at her breast. Although
subconsciously I had suspected, things suddenly
clicked into place in my head, as to the milk
she had been giving me, the way she was watching
me while I drank.. she must have been
imagining me drinking that milk directly from
her breasts. I felt dizzy, and happy beyond
expression.. I wanted to lie down near Radha Didi
and take her nipple in my mouth and suckle
the wonderful gift she had been giving me.. But I
was unable to move. After watching for a few
minutes, I slowly went back to the living room,
and sat on the couch. And Letting my thoughts
wander, I nodded off to sleep.
When I jerked awake, Radha Didi was sitting on
the couch near me. "When did you come
Raj!" she asked. I knew that she knew that
I came while she was sleeping, and that I had
seen her while she was sleeping.. She looked at
me for some time, as if forming words in her
mind. "Do you want milk?" she asked,
and brightened when I nodded "yes"
vigorously. I noticed two wet spots on her
blouse. Very small, but large enough for me to
notice. (Especially when I was looking at
nothing much other than her breasts). She got up
and went into the kitchen. I was debating with
myself about following her and see her
"getting" the milk, but she came back
immediately with a cup in her hand, which was
obviously empty. Even though I knew very well
what was coming next, I was surprised when she
moved her sari to one side and started
unhooking her blouse. She Moved one side of the
blouse aside, baring a pale breast full of her
motherly milk, with dark pinkish areola, capped
with a glistening erect nipple. She then held
the cup below her breast and pressed her breast.
I was amazed to see her milk flowing into the
cup. For ME.. I was thrilled. Every inch of my
face and body was displaying the message in big
lettered words "I WANT TO SUCKLE". She
watched my face for a moment and read the
message. She set the cup on the table and came
near me. Quite close. I saw her motherly breasts
in front of my face. She pulled my face towards
her breast in a hug, and guided her nipple to my
mouth. "Here! Raj!" she said
"Drink the milk you liked so much" my
mouth found her nipple and latched on to it
"Yes! Suckle at your didi's breast. Drink
your didi's milk. My sweet kid! I have been
waiting so long to suckle my baby.." she
moaned as I took more of her breast into
my mouth. The nipple elongated into my mouth,
and I tasted the same wonderful milk, only it
was more wonderful than ever.
I took to her breast like a baby and started
suckling, feeling her milk starting to flow. She
kept repeating "Oh! Oh! Oh.." while
throwing her arms around my head and squeezing
me to her breast. She caressed the back of my
head, letting her finger thru my hair, while
giving her priceless gift to me which I took
gratefully, willingly and greedily. While I
sucked at her nipple, I felt her other breast
opening up it's treasure, making her blouse and sari
wet. She buried her lips on my forehead,
and tried to pull her breast away from my
reluctant mouth which won't let it go. She
whispered "Raj! Come to my room" I let
go her nipple. She straightened, and without
trying to cover up her breast - the nipple I had
been suckling dripping milk and the blouse in
front of her other breast having a growing wet
patch - she went to her room and I followed. She
lied down on the bed turned to one side and
pushed away the picture that was there. My
Picture. "Come Raj! Lie down near me! Help
me fulfill the greatest obligation of a woman,
the ultimatum of motherhood. Come Baby!" I
lied down on the bed where the picture was, and
turned towards her, and found her nipple right
in front of my face. As I watched, a drop of
milk formed fast and dropped on my lips.
"Drink Baby! This milk is all for you.
Here.." she readjusted herself so that her
nipple pressed comfortably on my mouth, and that
I could latch on without straining my neck. She
was pressing so hard that When I opened my
mouth, I was easily able to take in a large
portion of the areola, and then some more. I
closed my mouth around her breast, which molded to fit in to my mouth, holding in a perfect
latch-on, I was suckling hard and deep with the
least movement, drawing streams of milk with
least effort. I went into complete relaxation,
thinking of nothing but the feeling of her
breast in my mouth, and the sweet nectar flowing
out of it. Radha Didi threw one hand across me,
occasionally hugging me further to her breast,
and she too stopped all bodily movements and
stayed still. The only movements were that of my
suckling, and her gently stroking my hair. This
continued for some time, and then she whispered
"Raj, I need to go now, to give food and
medicines to father. Please stay here and
wait" She slowly freed her breast from my
mouth, kissed my cheek and covering herself up,
got up and went away. I was lying in the bed,
dizzy and in a kind of trance.
After some time, when Radha Didi
came back,
she just didn't enter the room. She stood at the
door and said "Rajesh, I think we should
eat now". I said "But Didi! I don't
want food. I want milk. please".. she came
near me and held my face in her hands.
"Okay! Today You can have only milk. But I
don't want you to skip your meals any more"
she caressed my cheeks, and said 'Come.. You can
drink milk while I eat my meals". I got up
and followed her to the hall. She took her food
in a plate and sat down on the floor against the
wall. "Come Baby" I lied down on her
lap. She covered my face with the sari, and I saw her mountainous breast in front of my face
contained within a brown blouse. As she had to
forcibly stop the previous feeding, milk had
leaked and made the blouse dark. She opened her
blouse, and released the breast. The nipple was
hard and elongated and glistening. She nudged my
face towards the nipple. "Get Going
Raj!" she said "I need to eat
too" I latched on to her nipple and
suckled. Again, the sweet milk started flowing.
She sighed, adjusted me on her lap for comfort
and started eating her food while holding the
breast with her left hand. "Drink! My sweet
baby! Drink as long as you are hungry!" she
whispered, as I hungrily took more and more of
her breast into my mouth and suckled powerfully,
drawing as much milk as I can, swallowing
noisily. "Good boy" she said, pressing
at her breast to increase the milk flow, and ate
her food as I lay on her lap, butting into her
breast and suckling like a baby.
I was getting ready to go to office
hurriedly. Dressing up in my best of my formals,
clean shaven, I was ready for a customer meet. I
looked at myself in the mirror. "Why Mr. Rajesh!" I told myself "You Do look
as innocent as a baby. We shall see how those
customers can resist you.." and grinned. In
fact, as an after-effect of all the milk I was
having from Radha Didi, I certainly felt more
innocent than I actually was. I got down and
called out "Radha Didi! I am off to my
office". She came from inside. "Just a
sec Raj!" she came to me, and suddenly
seized me and pushed my face towards her breast.
I struggled for a moment.. "But Didi! My
Dress.." "Now! Now! The more you
struggle the more crumpled your dress will
become" she started unbuttoning her blouse.
"And Papaji may hear you" she winked
and freed one breast, and pushed my face to it.
"Now be a good boy and drink a little
milk.. and then you can be off" and I started suckling. She had an immediate letdown
and the "little Milk" never looked
like it will end any soon. "Swell!" I
thought "Now I'll be going to the office
smelling like the proverbial 'Baby that still
smell of his mother's milk'.
I was getting restless at the office. Every
now & then I would remember Radha Didi's
breasts and the milk, and would go weak in the
knee. In the evening, I started quite early and
reached home earlier than usual. I went in the
house and went directly to Radha didi's
room, and found her engaged in drawing. "Hi
Didi" I hugged her from behind and cupped
my hands on her breasts. "Besharam!
(shameless) You call me Didi (elder sister).. Is
this what you do to a sister?" she slapped
at my hand with faked anger. "No Didi. That
was not exactly I was thinking.. But
This.." I nudged my face on her breast.
"Watch it Raj! I am painting.. it will get
spoilt" she said, but her body was saying
otherwise. Two wet spots were growing fast on
her blouse. I started opening the blouse.
"Didi! You get to do other works only after
attending to me .." I grinned as I freed
her breast. Her dark pinkish nipple was getting
erect, and I reached and took it in my mouth
feeling it elongate into my mouth, and a squirt
of milk hit my throat. I brought up one hand
into the other blouse and felt the nipple
tip, getting wet and hard to my touch. "Oh
Raj! Baby! " she moaned and hugged my head.
"With you around, I'll never get to do any
work" she whispered as she moved aside the
cloth that was getting on my face "But no
work is more important than this" She sat
on the bed and allowed me to settle down in a
steady rhythm of suckling.
..........
I felt the cool wetness on my back as
Didi sat close to me behind the motorbike. We were
riding back from the market after the usual
shopping, I was wondering how she never ceased
to leak milk whenever she sat behind me. It's
been more than a few months since I took to
become her "surrogate baby". In fact,
since I started to suckle in the nights also,
her milk had increased, and she got into the
habit of starting to leak whenever it was my
"Feeding Time". Especially so on such
occasions that we were in the vicinity of each
other but unable to feed. Such as being in a
public place. As if by a psychic connection,
just my wanting to suckle will start her milk
flowing. As usual, she whispered to me "We
need to get home soon, Raj! My blouse is getting
all wet". I Just realized that I was not a
paying guest any more, the gap of "Tenant
Vs House Owner" was blurring fast.. It was
as I have a family away from my family.. A
Sister and Father, with lot of love and an
abundance of the elixir called "Mother's
Milk".
T.S.
Rajesh
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