MILK Factory

My sister’s marriage got fixed recently. Because of that, now she is not sent out for any jobs including as the helping hands of the milking lady. In my sisters place amma decided to send me instead as it would give some money, however small it might be. Reluctantly I had to go to the milker’s house in my summer vacation. Her house was a small one. I called out her name and she came out. She was in her traditional mundu and blouse dress. Probably since being at home, she was not using any thorthemunde as pallu to cover her enormous big boobs or the cleavage. I was instantly awestruck by the figure in front of me. She was sweating probably from the work she was doing inside. Her navel was so deep and her cone like shaped blouse and the cleavage above it was inviting in her bend down posture. She asked me where my sister is. I told her that she wont come any more as her marriage is fixed. Instead I was asked by my mother to come and assist you. She looked bit hesitant and looked at me from top bottom. “Will you be able to help me on everything? Do you know milking?” She asked me. I told that I don’t know but I can learn. She told “well I have to see how quick you learn”.

She asked me to come inside. Her house was a small one with very less things around. The floor was made of dried cow dung. She was searching for something. In that chance that I got, I gazed over her navel. She got two vessels with one filled with water. Taking booth she turned towards me and asked me to follow her. She was going outside through the backdoor to her courtyard. There 4 cows was standing idle, tied to the coconut trees. She went near one of them and sat down by its side. She took the vessel filled with water in her hand and started sprinkling water at the cow udder. The cow shrugged and moved a bit. All the while I was not watching her moves, but watching her cleavage and the boobs that could be seen from that view. The cleavage opened and closed as she moved her hands. In that sitting posture her boobs are pushing up over her blouse giving the impression that it might spill out any time.
As she looked at me she saw my gaze at her assets before I could take my eyes off her. But she made no attempts to hide her assets or sit in a different position. She behaved as if she is too busy to bother on those. She asked “do I have to pay your mom to stand there like that. Now move your bun and make sure that the cow is pacified and doesn’t move”. I quickly moved into action, but I didn’t know what to do. Sensing my ignorance she told me to hold the cow’s leg from a side and massage it slightly from up and down. I did just as she told. She sprinkled water a few more time and then took one of the teats on the udder and pulled it through. A small spray of milk came out of it. She took the empty vessel and placed it on the ground under the cow and started milking the cow. Though her actions were fast, I could grasp every frame of it in slow motion. I felt pretty excited at seeing her milk the cow. Her thumb finger and first finger formed a small ring like shape and squeezed the cow’s teats with it from top to bottom. Her hands made the teat stretch forcing out the milk in the end. I really felt the action very exciting. Her ring like shaped fingers was really tight for the teats. It was gliding through the wet teat lubricated from water forcing the milk from it in the end.

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The cow was moaning. Even I would have moaned in that situation. To me it felt like she is giving a handjob to the cow, squeezing out the never ending cum from it in the process. I imagined how it would have been for me if she was giving handjob for me instead. I would have loved to have her hands on my thing and squeeze out my cum as I lean on the cow in a relaxed posture. The imagination of her fingers squeezing out my cock itself made me let out a slight moan. She stopped her work hearing me making small sound. She asked me what the matter is. I said it is nothing and continued massaging the cow’s leg. She asked me again, this time in a softer voice, “Do you want to learn milking now?” I said yes though I was not interested in learning it. I preferred watching her doing it instead. She got up from her sitting posture, ending the nice show she was giving till now. She asked me to sit down and I reluctantly did as she said. Then she came behind me, and then took my right hand in hers and took it to the udder. She made me grasp one of the teats and made me squeeze it down. I tried to imagine it as her nipple more than the teeter, and the udder her boobs. My imagination got more spicier when in the process of helping me out, her left boobs started slightly crushing on to my right shoulders. I tried to behave as if I didn’t feel it. But my body was slightly trembling from the sense of her boob touch. I could feel the softness of it. And I forgot myself in its sexual sensation.
But it was short-lived as suddenly it started to drizzle and changed to full fledged rain. Aunty quickly covered the milk pot and took it inside her hut. Only after getting inside, she remembered that she didn’t take the other vessel. I was quick to offer my help and though she told me that I can leave it, I dashed back to the backyard and grabbed her vessel. By the time I came back to the hut, it was raining heavily and I had drenched a bit. Though it was cloudy from the morning, no one would have expected it to rain like this. I felt the rain gods to be a spoiler of fun. But if I had known of what is going to happen, I would have never blamed gods, and instead would have only fallen on their feets in thanks. Aunty gave me a towel to wipe my head. She told me to remove my shirt as it had gone wet. I was reluctant to remove it, but she insisted. I felt shy when I stood before her with bare chest. Though I felt myself to be a grown up kid at heart, my hairless chest would make her think that I am just a kid only. But though just in 8th standard, I do feel the same emotions of eroticism, sexual excitement as any of the grown up would have felt.

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She prepared a tea and gave me. I finished it inn one sip. As I looked out I understood that the rain is going to stay for some time. She too seamed to have realized it from the look of her face. She closed the rear door to prevent the spray of rain water from getting inside. With the rain set, it became dark inside though it was morning. She lightened up the kerosene lamp and sat on the bench beside a table. She was gazing at me. I looked around her house unable to stand her gaze. As I said earlier, there wasn’t much things inside her house. She lives with her mother, who works in a stationery shop in the village bazaar. There was just this table, bench, mattress and few kitchen items. She was married, but quarreled with her husband and so came back to live with her mother. When my gaze again turned back to her, I found that she was still gazing at me. This time I didn’t take out my eyes from her. I took it as an opportunity to admire her figure in that burning light. The light and shadow played with her body features, making her cleavage and navel even more sexy.

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