After the initial couple of months in the rented house with the landlord acting as our guardian, very much like a fatherly figure aiding in almost all issues, and myself enthusiastically nurturing my toddler son, things started changing when my husband faced problems in his workplace. The factory in which my husband was working issued work suspension notice and it hit us very badly. He started getting curtailed wages which was not at all sufficient for our livelihood. On some months there was nonpayment also making lives choking for us.
My husband naturally remained very upset and agitated for his job status and his luck was not favoring also as he was unable to get another job. He started remaining outside the house for long hours in search of job and I noticed that he grew drinking habit soon! My marital life was naturally in a dismal state and with the burden of the rent to be paid, buying the baby food for Harpal, and paying school fees and books for Rampal and his increasing demand for guidance (tuition) for his studies… things looked really out of hand for me.
Chacha-ji (I called the landlord by that name) was a retired person and he had to feed his handicapped grownup son. Moreover, there was another dependent on him - Haria, the servant who looked after Sanjay. Chacha-ji was very particular about the rent part and one day there was a stiff quarrel between my husband and him regarding that and Chacha-ji even threatened to evict us if nonpayment continued. The overall situation was very grim and I was in a pure hopeless situation with no money to run the family and had no other alternative but to talk to Chacha-ji to save the situation.
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… you said you wanted to talk to me…
I actually was breastfeeding Rampal at that time; had it been any other person I had to quickly recompose and cover myself up, but since Chacha-ji was like a fatherly figure to me and was always around in the house, I had stopped covering up myself each time seeing him while executing daily chores. Though initially I was hesitant but his age, calm eyes, non-ogling attitude, and well mannered approach made me feel at ease. Since I had to breastfed Rampal frequently those days, I had stopped wearing the churidar at home and always wore sari so that it was easier for me to quickly push up the blouse and feed the kid to stop his yells.
Me: Yes…. Yes Chacha-ji.
Out of reflex action I pulled back my pallu over my blouse; my wheat-colored round and fleshy left boob was completely out my blouse and was entirely visible as Rampal was eagerly sucking it.
Chacha-ji: Arre Beti… you can complete the feeding naa…. I am waiting…
I nodded and indicated him to sit down and continued feeding him and gently swinging my thigh and knee so that Ram quickly gets to sleep while breastfeeding.
Chacha-ji sat down on the couch.
Me: Ji… itna shararat karta hai… yehi ek waqt hai jab thanda rehta hai… ab so jayega…
Chacha-ji (smiling): Okay, okay… tu use sula de pehle…
I nodded and checked my son’s condition. He had already sucked quite a bit of my milk and was almost sleepy. As I continued to swing him on my leg muttering a tune and patting his forehead, Chacha-ji was nodding his head to the tune and looking at me with a calm smiling face.
What I did not gather was my pallu was rather transparent and hence even when I covered my breasts with my pallu, Chacha-ji, from the close quarter, was able to view the complete beauty of my ripe left breast as my son was sucking it. Moreover, as my son had the habit of not continuously sucking the nipple while breastfeeding and used to give short pauses and removed his mouth off the nipple after sucking may be for a minute or two, Chacha-ji got all the more chance to see my swollen, moist, and succulent left nipple through my transparent pallu. My areolas were also big and rather prominent on my mammaries and my husband was very impressed from day #1 seeing those large circular cherry-colored areolasmaking my breasts look very sexy and eye-catching.
Soon Rampal was asleep and made him lie down on the cot and quickly covered myself properly.
Chacha-ji: Ab bol kya baat hai?
Me: Chacha-ji… (I could not control weeping) aap se to kuch nehi chupa hai… unka factory mei to lockout chal raha hai… ab main to pagal ho raha hoon ke paisa aayega kaha se…
Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti… if I had any connection in any factory or in any business… main kabka bol deta tere marad ko… par aisa nehi hai…
I continued to weep.
Chacha-ji: Beti… Beti… (coming closer to me and patting my head) Don’t get upset… tell me the constraints…. let me see if I can do something…
Me (controlled my weeping): Chacha-ji see... in the past Rampal’s school fees and books were the only costs pertaining to him… but now he is demanding tuition classes… tell me Chacha-ji… in a family like us… where from will I get that extra money for tuition?
Chacha-ji: Hmm…
Me: Upar se Harpal ka baby food bhi kharid na hai… aur apka rent bhi to mujhe bharna hai…
Chacha-ji nodded in agreement of my pathetic condition. He was silent for sometime and looked up at the ceiling for a probable escape route for me.
Chacha-ji: If I could waive your rents I would have done that Beti… par as you know… I have my disabled son and a dependent sister to feed… and I have no other source of income…
I could understand Chacha-ji’s frustration level; his grownup crippled son who did not contribute a single paisa due to his physical limitation.
Me: I know…
Chacha-ji: What have you thought Beti?
Me: I can’t think Chacha-ji… aise chalega to Rampal ka padhai bandh karna padhega… waise to Class VIII tak to pahuch gaya hai… ab kisi dukan mei….
Chacha-ji: W-h-a-t?
Me: Chacha-ji… ap hi bolo main kya karoon… Harpal ka babyfood bandh karu? I can’t do that… Aapka rent bhi mujhe dena hai… to mere pas ek hi upai…
I couldn’t even complete my words that Chacha-ji almost howled at me!
Chacha-ji: Khabardar jo Rampal ka school bandh karne ki baat boli to!
I was slightly taken aback by Chacha-ji’s strong reaction, but soon realized that he loved Rampal very much and they spent quite a bit of time together in the house.
Me: Chacha-ji… I didn’t mean to say that… but it is simply impossible for me to grant his demand for tuition classes! No way I can manage that Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Chal… iska hal ho gaya!
I was quite surprised. How can he solve this problem! His tuition would cost some money for sure and I was sure Chacha-ji was in no position to bear that! Naturally I looked questionably at him.
Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti… you have enough in your plate… I can understand… and I cannot help you in every aspect, but in this case I can… so I will.
Me: You mean…???
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… Rampal is growing up and you must not shut down his demands … just like that… what I have decided is… I will give him tuition… so at least that financial burden is off of your shoulder.
Me: O Chacha-ji! That’s really kind of you… this will be really helpful for Ram! How can I thank you!
Chacha-ji: What thanks? I have not done anything Beti… let me start taking account of his studies and then get the reference books… then you thank me naa…
My eyes were almost filled with tears of joy as Rampal was pressurizing me for tuition for quite some days now but due to dearth of money I was not able to fulfill his desire, but now with my landlord Chacha-ji taking care of that I was much, much relived.
Me: Chacha-ji… I really can see some light now and Rampal would love to get coaching from you… as he likes your company.
Chacha-ji: Yes I also feel that I can be a good teacher for him as I had given tuition previously to the sister duo.
Me: Who? You mean Parvati and Shalini?
Chacha-ji: Yes... aur kaun!
Parvati and Malini were our neighbor’s daughters and were almost of same age as my son. Previously they used to take tuition from Chacha-ji but now they go to a coaching class for tuition.
Me: Okay Chacha-ji… Rampal will be very happy to listen to this!
Chacha-ji got up and put his hand on my head and just nodded expressing through his eyes as if he was with me and that I should not worry. I again thanked him and he went upstairs. In my joyful mood I was not able to realize the dirty plan of my landlord behind this offer and I got completely trapped in that!
Rampal was grownup enough, now reading in Class VIII, and realized when I explained him about the financial constraints and that Chacha-ji willingly agreed to give him guidance and notes. He was also pretty serious and seemed to be extremely happy to be getting tuition from my elderly landlord. Everything was so normal until Chacha-ji hatched his dirty plan. I was simply bowled over by his crooked mind and was exploited like anything under the created circumstances. Not even in my wildest of dreams I could assume that the filthy old man would use the basic relationship of a mother and son to satisfy his perverted mind! Chacha-ji used my natural blind love for my son and made use of me for his visual and physical pleasure!
Chacha-ji was very particular about the timing of teaching and it was the late afternoon time when he taught Rampal. Automatically a very good impression developed in my mind towards Chacha-ji but during that time period my dirty landlord was only preparing ground for his plan to work perfectly. I was obviously too innocent and naïve to realize that. For the first month there was nothing abnormal and things moved on pretty smoth; Chacha-ji coming down from upstairs to teach Rampal and he was also doing his homework regularly. In general there was no disturbance unless baby Harpal cried and I tried my best to minimize the noise such that Rampal’s studies were not disturbed and at times when I was unable to persuade the baby to stop crying I breastfed him.
My husband naturally remained very upset and agitated for his job status and his luck was not favoring also as he was unable to get another job. He started remaining outside the house for long hours in search of job and I noticed that he grew drinking habit soon! My marital life was naturally in a dismal state and with the burden of the rent to be paid, buying the baby food for Harpal, and paying school fees and books for Rampal and his increasing demand for guidance (tuition) for his studies… things looked really out of hand for me.
Chacha-ji (I called the landlord by that name) was a retired person and he had to feed his handicapped grownup son. Moreover, there was another dependent on him - Haria, the servant who looked after Sanjay. Chacha-ji was very particular about the rent part and one day there was a stiff quarrel between my husband and him regarding that and Chacha-ji even threatened to evict us if nonpayment continued. The overall situation was very grim and I was in a pure hopeless situation with no money to run the family and had no other alternative but to talk to Chacha-ji to save the situation.
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… you said you wanted to talk to me…
I actually was breastfeeding Rampal at that time; had it been any other person I had to quickly recompose and cover myself up, but since Chacha-ji was like a fatherly figure to me and was always around in the house, I had stopped covering up myself each time seeing him while executing daily chores. Though initially I was hesitant but his age, calm eyes, non-ogling attitude, and well mannered approach made me feel at ease. Since I had to breastfed Rampal frequently those days, I had stopped wearing the churidar at home and always wore sari so that it was easier for me to quickly push up the blouse and feed the kid to stop his yells.
Me: Yes…. Yes Chacha-ji.
Out of reflex action I pulled back my pallu over my blouse; my wheat-colored round and fleshy left boob was completely out my blouse and was entirely visible as Rampal was eagerly sucking it.
Chacha-ji: Arre Beti… you can complete the feeding naa…. I am waiting…
I nodded and indicated him to sit down and continued feeding him and gently swinging my thigh and knee so that Ram quickly gets to sleep while breastfeeding.
Chacha-ji sat down on the couch.
Me: Ji… itna shararat karta hai… yehi ek waqt hai jab thanda rehta hai… ab so jayega…
Chacha-ji (smiling): Okay, okay… tu use sula de pehle…
I nodded and checked my son’s condition. He had already sucked quite a bit of my milk and was almost sleepy. As I continued to swing him on my leg muttering a tune and patting his forehead, Chacha-ji was nodding his head to the tune and looking at me with a calm smiling face.
What I did not gather was my pallu was rather transparent and hence even when I covered my breasts with my pallu, Chacha-ji, from the close quarter, was able to view the complete beauty of my ripe left breast as my son was sucking it. Moreover, as my son had the habit of not continuously sucking the nipple while breastfeeding and used to give short pauses and removed his mouth off the nipple after sucking may be for a minute or two, Chacha-ji got all the more chance to see my swollen, moist, and succulent left nipple through my transparent pallu. My areolas were also big and rather prominent on my mammaries and my husband was very impressed from day #1 seeing those large circular cherry-colored areolasmaking my breasts look very sexy and eye-catching.
Soon Rampal was asleep and made him lie down on the cot and quickly covered myself properly.
Chacha-ji: Ab bol kya baat hai?
Me: Chacha-ji… (I could not control weeping) aap se to kuch nehi chupa hai… unka factory mei to lockout chal raha hai… ab main to pagal ho raha hoon ke paisa aayega kaha se…
Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti… if I had any connection in any factory or in any business… main kabka bol deta tere marad ko… par aisa nehi hai…
I continued to weep.
Chacha-ji: Beti… Beti… (coming closer to me and patting my head) Don’t get upset… tell me the constraints…. let me see if I can do something…
Me (controlled my weeping): Chacha-ji see... in the past Rampal’s school fees and books were the only costs pertaining to him… but now he is demanding tuition classes… tell me Chacha-ji… in a family like us… where from will I get that extra money for tuition?
Chacha-ji: Hmm…
Me: Upar se Harpal ka baby food bhi kharid na hai… aur apka rent bhi to mujhe bharna hai…
Chacha-ji nodded in agreement of my pathetic condition. He was silent for sometime and looked up at the ceiling for a probable escape route for me.
Chacha-ji: If I could waive your rents I would have done that Beti… par as you know… I have my disabled son and a dependent sister to feed… and I have no other source of income…
I could understand Chacha-ji’s frustration level; his grownup crippled son who did not contribute a single paisa due to his physical limitation.
Me: I know…
Chacha-ji: What have you thought Beti?
Me: I can’t think Chacha-ji… aise chalega to Rampal ka padhai bandh karna padhega… waise to Class VIII tak to pahuch gaya hai… ab kisi dukan mei….
Chacha-ji: W-h-a-t?
Me: Chacha-ji… ap hi bolo main kya karoon… Harpal ka babyfood bandh karu? I can’t do that… Aapka rent bhi mujhe dena hai… to mere pas ek hi upai…
I couldn’t even complete my words that Chacha-ji almost howled at me!
Chacha-ji: Khabardar jo Rampal ka school bandh karne ki baat boli to!
I was slightly taken aback by Chacha-ji’s strong reaction, but soon realized that he loved Rampal very much and they spent quite a bit of time together in the house.
Me: Chacha-ji… I didn’t mean to say that… but it is simply impossible for me to grant his demand for tuition classes! No way I can manage that Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Chal… iska hal ho gaya!
I was quite surprised. How can he solve this problem! His tuition would cost some money for sure and I was sure Chacha-ji was in no position to bear that! Naturally I looked questionably at him.
Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti… you have enough in your plate… I can understand… and I cannot help you in every aspect, but in this case I can… so I will.
Me: You mean…???
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… Rampal is growing up and you must not shut down his demands … just like that… what I have decided is… I will give him tuition… so at least that financial burden is off of your shoulder.
Me: O Chacha-ji! That’s really kind of you… this will be really helpful for Ram! How can I thank you!
Chacha-ji: What thanks? I have not done anything Beti… let me start taking account of his studies and then get the reference books… then you thank me naa…
My eyes were almost filled with tears of joy as Rampal was pressurizing me for tuition for quite some days now but due to dearth of money I was not able to fulfill his desire, but now with my landlord Chacha-ji taking care of that I was much, much relived.
Me: Chacha-ji… I really can see some light now and Rampal would love to get coaching from you… as he likes your company.
Chacha-ji: Yes I also feel that I can be a good teacher for him as I had given tuition previously to the sister duo.
Me: Who? You mean Parvati and Shalini?
Chacha-ji: Yes... aur kaun!
Parvati and Malini were our neighbor’s daughters and were almost of same age as my son. Previously they used to take tuition from Chacha-ji but now they go to a coaching class for tuition.
Me: Okay Chacha-ji… Rampal will be very happy to listen to this!
Chacha-ji got up and put his hand on my head and just nodded expressing through his eyes as if he was with me and that I should not worry. I again thanked him and he went upstairs. In my joyful mood I was not able to realize the dirty plan of my landlord behind this offer and I got completely trapped in that!
Rampal was grownup enough, now reading in Class VIII, and realized when I explained him about the financial constraints and that Chacha-ji willingly agreed to give him guidance and notes. He was also pretty serious and seemed to be extremely happy to be getting tuition from my elderly landlord. Everything was so normal until Chacha-ji hatched his dirty plan. I was simply bowled over by his crooked mind and was exploited like anything under the created circumstances. Not even in my wildest of dreams I could assume that the filthy old man would use the basic relationship of a mother and son to satisfy his perverted mind! Chacha-ji used my natural blind love for my son and made use of me for his visual and physical pleasure!
Chacha-ji was very particular about the timing of teaching and it was the late afternoon time when he taught Rampal. Automatically a very good impression developed in my mind towards Chacha-ji but during that time period my dirty landlord was only preparing ground for his plan to work perfectly. I was obviously too innocent and naïve to realize that. For the first month there was nothing abnormal and things moved on pretty smoth; Chacha-ji coming down from upstairs to teach Rampal and he was also doing his homework regularly. In general there was no disturbance unless baby Harpal cried and I tried my best to minimize the noise such that Rampal’s studies were not disturbed and at times when I was unable to persuade the baby to stop crying I breastfed him.
That was one way of keeping the environment quiet for my elder son.
I used to come in the room where Rampal studied with tea and some little snacks for Chacha-ji. I was not able to realize that the elderly man would watch my sari-clad figure in the process of bringing tea for him and would feast his lustful eyes upon my big round swinging ass as I came out of the room. I was most of the time clad in a sari at home but since Chacha-ji gave tuition to Rampal in the evening hours, he could spot me in a salwar-kamiz also because I took my baby for a walk just prior to his arrival to the backside road behind our house; so I had to look somewhat decent.
But the problem was elsewhere – the two salwar-kamiz that I used to wear in the afternoon for going outside were pretty old and stitched before I had gathered fat after the birth of Harpal; hence both dresses fitted rather tightly on my body and now that I was breastfeeding regularly, my breasts had also grown heavier than before being filled with milk all the time. With the chunri on outside my house it was still okay, but as soon as I returned from my walk, almost simultaneously Chacha-ji descended from upstairs to teach Ramplal and I never got the opportunity to change into a sari and had to quickly clean up the room, straighten the divan bedcover, arrange for a chair, etc. and naturally to work fast I dropped my chunri aside.
Though Chacha-ji was a father-like figure to me, I was never comfortable wearing a salwar-kamiz without a chunri in front of him; sari was always a better and comfortable choice for me. As I moved about in the room in front of him I was not able to hide my protruding boobs through my tight kamiz and since I was not in the habit of wearing a bra those days (as I had to frequently breast feed), I was reluctant to buy a new bra, hence wore the old ones which naturally did not fit on my bigger milk-filled tits. I could realize that looked rather indecent and provocative but since it was “Chacha-ji” I did not mind much.
My breasts were always heavy and now with the additional milk in them, they looked fuller, rounder, and heavier, and especially in a tight bra and a tight fitting kamiz. But I had little choice as I had no other decent clothes to go out for a walk. Moreover, Chacha-ji’s order was to give him a cup of hot tea at the start of the tuition, so I did not even get an opportunity to get out of my dress and change into a sari even after the initial cleanup etc., as I had to prepare tea for him. When I served the tea naturally he chatted with me for sometime about the progress of Rampal’s studies etc. and I had to stand right in front of him in that tight fitting dress. Chacha-ji never behaved in an indecent fashion nor did I found him stealing a glance of my oozing boobs through my tight salwar-kamiz. Very soon this became a regular process as he gave tuition to Rampal thrice a week and I found that I was feeling less and less shy and uneasy in front of the elderly man.
But little did I know about his ill intentions - meeting him in that outfit regularly, my fully-developed milk-filled boobs, my plump figure, my pleasant smile – all culminated for the elderly man to be tempted more and more towards me and unknown to me he remained in a state of constant arousal for the entire duration of the tuition! As a month or so had passed, Chacha-ji hatched his plan and used my neighbor Ritika’s son, Jayant, who was in the same class (but in different school) and as per his instruction Jayant started providing my son B-grade filmi magazines, which Rampal would read secretly outside of my knowledge and naturally enjoyed very much. Chacha-ji used to give Jayant and his sister Joyita tuition and later I came to know that he trapped them and blackmailed/exploited them!
Chacha-ji utilized the thirst of these young boys by providing them hot filmi magazines and pornographic books and they were naturally easy preys for him! Jayant was the first one and then was my son! Soon Jayant started increasing the dose for my son and provided him hotter magazines and simple pornographic story books. When Rampal was slowly getting addicted to these books, as per Chacha-ji’s instruction, Jayant started offering him porn books with stories having incest themes like having sex with aunt, father raping his grownup daughter, brother-sister love stories and mother-son themes. Young Rampal’s mind was diverted briskly in the dark alleys of taboo relationships. As Chacha-ji got a clear signal from Jayant that my son was enjoying those stories and demanded more, he was confident that Rampal now could be easily drawn into incest relationship and it was my turn to be trapped.
Then one day as per his plan Jayant gave him some books which had only mother-son hot and alluring incest stories with appealing photographs of elderly naked women and young men having sexual intercourse with them. Chacha-ji very craftily started blackmailing my son when during a tuition session he took them out from Rampal’s bag and scolded him for reading such books and asked him to behave properly or else he would complain to his mother. Poor Rampal was too much frightened and nervous to say anything and was extremely scared. He instantly surrendered to his tuition teacher and Chacha-ji was waiting exactly for this. Seeing Rampal under pressure and fully under his clutches, Chacha-ji kept the book under his custody saying if Rampal disobeyed him in future he would divulge the secret and show those books to his mother.
Next day as per his plan Chacha-ji came and behaved very normally with Rampal as if nothing happened the other day. I gave him tea and he started teaching without discussing anything about his studies. I was a bit surprised as generally everyday he speaks something about Rampal’s progress, his studies, his performance in class etc. I went to the other room to change my salwar-kamiz. Just then I heard a call from Chacha-ji. I had to respond.
Me: Yes Chacha-ji coming.
I decided to change my salwar-kamiz later and went to the other room.
Seeing me I found Chacha-ji’s face as if lit up! I did not find Rampal in the room.
Me: Ram kaha gaya?
Chacha-ji: I have given him a break and he went to play with Jayant.
I was surprised, naturally.
Me: O... but...
Chacha-ji: Baitho Beti... There’s a reason for that. Sit down first.
I smiled and sat down on the bed in front of Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: I have something very important to discuss with you regarding Ram.
Me: What Chacha-ji? If he not studying properly?
Chacha-ji was silent. Naturally I was anxious.
Me: Please tell me Chacha-ji... am getting anxious!
Chacha-ji: Well Ram is studying quite well... I have no problems there... but...
Me: But...???
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... you must promise first that you will not tell Ram anything... not even the slightest bit... if you give me word and trust me... then I can...
I was getting more nervous now. What had my son done?
Me: Chacha-ji... what are you saying? I trust you completely... and in fact I have given charge in one way of Ram to you only!
Chahcha-ji: Yes, right Beti... that’s why I am concerned.
Me: Chacha-ji... please... kya baat hai... mujhe jaldi bataiye naa!
Chacha-ji: Okay, I will share with you and that’s why I sent off Ram... but first you promise to me that you will not talk about this to your son.
I was getting very impatient now.
Me: Promise Chacha-ji... promise!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Today I have discovered some books from Ram’s bag...
Me: Books? What books Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Yes... am coming to that only! I got some books in his bag and they are... unfortunately dirty books...
Me: Dirty books.... matlab?
The way Chacha-ji had built up the atmosphere honestly I was thinking of some more grave sin committed by my growing son; I was somewhat relieved as I was definitely thinking of something worse than that!
Chacha-ji saying “these...” brought out two-three books from under his shirt and handed over to me.
I saw all the books had pics of naked matured women on their covers while one book had the pick of a huge dick held by a man in his hand... unknowingly my eyes stuck to that momentarily... it was just too huge... awesome sized lund... I missed out the wicked smile on Chacha-ji’s face and that he was purposely showing that porn to me. And as soon as I saw that picture my face inadvertently turned crimson and I was simply dumbfounded.
Chacha-ji: Beti... it’s not about getting angry with Ram and scold and beat him... you must see the nature of the pron he is reading...
I still was unable to speak a single word. I felt totally blank. I continued to look at the pornographic books.
Chacha-ji: Beti... just see... all the three books depict the same theme... here... (he opened a book) ... all stories are incest type. a-l-l... just see...
The perverted elderly man just kept me involved in conversation and enjoyed thoroughly my timid and shy reactions!
I asked like a fool, “Chacha-ji... incest matlab?”
Chacha-ji: Beti... incest is sex relation among family members which is considered taboo otherwise... like father having sexual relation with grownup daughter, or may be a brother enjoying sex with his sister, or a mother having sex with his son... like that you know.
I was instantly red and dropped my eyes and was cursing myself for asking such a silly and foolish question. I was feeling extremely shy to meet eyes with Chacha-ji now and was searching for words.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye normal baat hai...
Me: N-o-r-m-al...???
Chacha-ji: Are Beti yes sab to chalta rehta hai... but the info does not flash in public... that’s why you or me are not aware...
Me: May be.
I used to come in the room where Rampal studied with tea and some little snacks for Chacha-ji. I was not able to realize that the elderly man would watch my sari-clad figure in the process of bringing tea for him and would feast his lustful eyes upon my big round swinging ass as I came out of the room. I was most of the time clad in a sari at home but since Chacha-ji gave tuition to Rampal in the evening hours, he could spot me in a salwar-kamiz also because I took my baby for a walk just prior to his arrival to the backside road behind our house; so I had to look somewhat decent.
But the problem was elsewhere – the two salwar-kamiz that I used to wear in the afternoon for going outside were pretty old and stitched before I had gathered fat after the birth of Harpal; hence both dresses fitted rather tightly on my body and now that I was breastfeeding regularly, my breasts had also grown heavier than before being filled with milk all the time. With the chunri on outside my house it was still okay, but as soon as I returned from my walk, almost simultaneously Chacha-ji descended from upstairs to teach Ramplal and I never got the opportunity to change into a sari and had to quickly clean up the room, straighten the divan bedcover, arrange for a chair, etc. and naturally to work fast I dropped my chunri aside.
Though Chacha-ji was a father-like figure to me, I was never comfortable wearing a salwar-kamiz without a chunri in front of him; sari was always a better and comfortable choice for me. As I moved about in the room in front of him I was not able to hide my protruding boobs through my tight kamiz and since I was not in the habit of wearing a bra those days (as I had to frequently breast feed), I was reluctant to buy a new bra, hence wore the old ones which naturally did not fit on my bigger milk-filled tits. I could realize that looked rather indecent and provocative but since it was “Chacha-ji” I did not mind much.
My breasts were always heavy and now with the additional milk in them, they looked fuller, rounder, and heavier, and especially in a tight bra and a tight fitting kamiz. But I had little choice as I had no other decent clothes to go out for a walk. Moreover, Chacha-ji’s order was to give him a cup of hot tea at the start of the tuition, so I did not even get an opportunity to get out of my dress and change into a sari even after the initial cleanup etc., as I had to prepare tea for him. When I served the tea naturally he chatted with me for sometime about the progress of Rampal’s studies etc. and I had to stand right in front of him in that tight fitting dress. Chacha-ji never behaved in an indecent fashion nor did I found him stealing a glance of my oozing boobs through my tight salwar-kamiz. Very soon this became a regular process as he gave tuition to Rampal thrice a week and I found that I was feeling less and less shy and uneasy in front of the elderly man.
But little did I know about his ill intentions - meeting him in that outfit regularly, my fully-developed milk-filled boobs, my plump figure, my pleasant smile – all culminated for the elderly man to be tempted more and more towards me and unknown to me he remained in a state of constant arousal for the entire duration of the tuition! As a month or so had passed, Chacha-ji hatched his plan and used my neighbor Ritika’s son, Jayant, who was in the same class (but in different school) and as per his instruction Jayant started providing my son B-grade filmi magazines, which Rampal would read secretly outside of my knowledge and naturally enjoyed very much. Chacha-ji used to give Jayant and his sister Joyita tuition and later I came to know that he trapped them and blackmailed/exploited them!
Chacha-ji utilized the thirst of these young boys by providing them hot filmi magazines and pornographic books and they were naturally easy preys for him! Jayant was the first one and then was my son! Soon Jayant started increasing the dose for my son and provided him hotter magazines and simple pornographic story books. When Rampal was slowly getting addicted to these books, as per Chacha-ji’s instruction, Jayant started offering him porn books with stories having incest themes like having sex with aunt, father raping his grownup daughter, brother-sister love stories and mother-son themes. Young Rampal’s mind was diverted briskly in the dark alleys of taboo relationships. As Chacha-ji got a clear signal from Jayant that my son was enjoying those stories and demanded more, he was confident that Rampal now could be easily drawn into incest relationship and it was my turn to be trapped.
Then one day as per his plan Jayant gave him some books which had only mother-son hot and alluring incest stories with appealing photographs of elderly naked women and young men having sexual intercourse with them. Chacha-ji very craftily started blackmailing my son when during a tuition session he took them out from Rampal’s bag and scolded him for reading such books and asked him to behave properly or else he would complain to his mother. Poor Rampal was too much frightened and nervous to say anything and was extremely scared. He instantly surrendered to his tuition teacher and Chacha-ji was waiting exactly for this. Seeing Rampal under pressure and fully under his clutches, Chacha-ji kept the book under his custody saying if Rampal disobeyed him in future he would divulge the secret and show those books to his mother.
Next day as per his plan Chacha-ji came and behaved very normally with Rampal as if nothing happened the other day. I gave him tea and he started teaching without discussing anything about his studies. I was a bit surprised as generally everyday he speaks something about Rampal’s progress, his studies, his performance in class etc. I went to the other room to change my salwar-kamiz. Just then I heard a call from Chacha-ji. I had to respond.
Me: Yes Chacha-ji coming.
I decided to change my salwar-kamiz later and went to the other room.
Seeing me I found Chacha-ji’s face as if lit up! I did not find Rampal in the room.
Me: Ram kaha gaya?
Chacha-ji: I have given him a break and he went to play with Jayant.
I was surprised, naturally.
Me: O... but...
Chacha-ji: Baitho Beti... There’s a reason for that. Sit down first.
I smiled and sat down on the bed in front of Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: I have something very important to discuss with you regarding Ram.
Me: What Chacha-ji? If he not studying properly?
Chacha-ji was silent. Naturally I was anxious.
Me: Please tell me Chacha-ji... am getting anxious!
Chacha-ji: Well Ram is studying quite well... I have no problems there... but...
Me: But...???
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... you must promise first that you will not tell Ram anything... not even the slightest bit... if you give me word and trust me... then I can...
I was getting more nervous now. What had my son done?
Me: Chacha-ji... what are you saying? I trust you completely... and in fact I have given charge in one way of Ram to you only!
Chahcha-ji: Yes, right Beti... that’s why I am concerned.
Me: Chacha-ji... please... kya baat hai... mujhe jaldi bataiye naa!
Chacha-ji: Okay, I will share with you and that’s why I sent off Ram... but first you promise to me that you will not talk about this to your son.
I was getting very impatient now.
Me: Promise Chacha-ji... promise!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Today I have discovered some books from Ram’s bag...
Me: Books? What books Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Yes... am coming to that only! I got some books in his bag and they are... unfortunately dirty books...
Me: Dirty books.... matlab?
The way Chacha-ji had built up the atmosphere honestly I was thinking of some more grave sin committed by my growing son; I was somewhat relieved as I was definitely thinking of something worse than that!
Chacha-ji saying “these...” brought out two-three books from under his shirt and handed over to me.
I saw all the books had pics of naked matured women on their covers while one book had the pick of a huge dick held by a man in his hand... unknowingly my eyes stuck to that momentarily... it was just too huge... awesome sized lund... I missed out the wicked smile on Chacha-ji’s face and that he was purposely showing that porn to me. And as soon as I saw that picture my face inadvertently turned crimson and I was simply dumbfounded.
Chacha-ji: Beti... it’s not about getting angry with Ram and scold and beat him... you must see the nature of the pron he is reading...
I still was unable to speak a single word. I felt totally blank. I continued to look at the pornographic books.
Chacha-ji: Beti... just see... all the three books depict the same theme... here... (he opened a book) ... all stories are incest type. a-l-l... just see...
The perverted elderly man just kept me involved in conversation and enjoyed thoroughly my timid and shy reactions!
I asked like a fool, “Chacha-ji... incest matlab?”
Chacha-ji: Beti... incest is sex relation among family members which is considered taboo otherwise... like father having sexual relation with grownup daughter, or may be a brother enjoying sex with his sister, or a mother having sex with his son... like that you know.
I was instantly red and dropped my eyes and was cursing myself for asking such a silly and foolish question. I was feeling extremely shy to meet eyes with Chacha-ji now and was searching for words.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye normal baat hai...
Me: N-o-r-m-al...???
Chacha-ji: Are Beti yes sab to chalta rehta hai... but the info does not flash in public... that’s why you or me are not aware...
Me: May be.
.. (I really did not want to extend my discussion at all on such a topic with this elderly man) Par Chacha-ji... I simply cannot believe that Ram reads such dirty books! It is impossible! He is always under my supervision!
Chacha-ji: Beti, if you close your eyes and say the sun will not set... does that happen? The sun sets in its own course even if you keep your eyes shut. Same is the case here. Tum maano ya na maano.... sachhai to yehi hai ke Ram yeh ashleel books padhne laga hai.
I could realize that Chacha-ji was correct, but my motherly love for my son was trying to blind me.
Chacha-ji: And for your information... if there are 10 stories in these books, 8 stories are based on mother-son love and sex... so still if you want to close your eyes and think your son is on the right track... you can. My responsibility was to make you aware... now it’s your call.
Me: Chacha-ji... I can understand what you are telling... but Ram... our Ram...(I was almost on the verge of weeping)
Chacha-ji: Beti... be calm and composed first! Don’t get emotional unnecessarily. You have to admit that Ram has grown up... he is almost 15 years of age and you cannot stop him from his curiousness about female body and knowing about sex at this growing age. Can you?
I just nodded negatively.
Chacha-ji: In this age he will be attracted towards girls... that’s but natural...and his keenness would lead him to look inside clothes of women... you cannot stop that. Can you?
Chacha-ji: Again I repeat Beti... he is studying very attentively... but at the same time his age is drawing him into these books... its no fault of him... you must not react to it. Are you getting me?
I gathered all my strength and meakly replied “yes”.
Chacha-ji: Like the chapters of his school books, the pictures of unclothed women and sex stories in these books also exert a pull on him. If you scold, rebuke and beat him for this... he will do it more and will try to hide more from you... and that’s where things can go wrong... isn’t it Beti?
Me: Hmm...
Chacha-ji: In trying to conceal and bury things, he can land up in a mess and darker alleys. So instead of scolding him or crying for what has happened to my son... be sensible and HELP him Beti!
Chacha-ji’s calm words and explanations was giving me courage to fight with the situation.
Me: Yes Chacha-ji... I can understand... what should I do now?
Chacha-ji: Before that... its important to know how far Rampal has progressed... is his feelings limited to the pictures and stories or he is trying means to take a step ahead?
I did not fully understand what Chacha-ji meant; so I looked at his face questionably. Chacha-ji probably read my facial expression.
Chacha-ji: Beti, what I mean is... is Ram only confined to the books or his mind is pressing him for more... Do you remember that news Beti? ...last month ka hi to baat hai... there was a raid in a house where prostitution was going on and two school girls and boys were found... remember?
My heart almost skipped a beat. My hands got cold and my eyes widened in shock.
Me: Y-e-s... y-e-s... Chahch-ji!
Chacha-ji: So as a mother if you just close your mind and say my son can’t read these dirty books... you might well end up going to the police custody to release your son!
This one sentence was enough and I was so frightened and nervous that I just completely surrendered to my elderly landlord. I stopped using my brain completely and got trapped – just what the perverted man had planned!
Chacha-ji: There has to be a start to that police raid also... and today if you ignore this...
Me: I can understand Chacha-ji... I can....Uff! I can’t even think of this! Please tell me Chacha-ji what I need to do.... I want to save my son... that’s all!
Chacha-ji probably within himself said “good”, but in front of me said something else.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... first you need to answer some of my questions... the replies that you give will lead us to Rampal’s status... is he in the simple curiosity level or he has inroads into the unthinkable area and looking for female bodies.
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa nehi hoga... Hey bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: Beti, I told you to be calm... I also think he is in the superficial level of just reading these books, but we have to be sure, isn’t it?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: I apologize at the very beginning Beti... because the questions that I will ask will make you uncomfortable... I know... but for your son’s sake you have to tell me nothing but the truth!
I nodded with a very anxious and worrisome face and mind. .
Chacha-ji: Beti... though I spend a significant time with Ram... but still not all the time as you know I have remain upstairs for my son... what I want to know is... does he get physical with you?
I was listening very attentively to Chacha-ji, but the last 4-5 words were a shocker to me and I reacted very spontaneously almost with a yell.
Me: W-h-a-t???
Chach-ji laughed out loud.
Chacha-ji: Aree...com’ on Beti! Getting physical does not only mean a man riding a woman! Ha ha ha...
Chacha-ji’s loud open laugh helped reduce the tension in me and I also blushed and giggled as he was still laughing loud.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... what I meant was... does Ram frequently try to touch you? ...you know... to get close to your body... I mean... did you ever feel that way?
Honestly I never ever felt like that about my son. I never thought like that at all!
Me: No... never Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Beti... I probably have not thought that way I guesss...
Me: Exactly! How can I think of such dishonesty and murky things about my Ram!
Chacha-ji: Right Beti... you don’t have to think that way... you just tell me how often does he get close to you... what are the times... as you can see he is no longer a child... I think I will be able to gather the required information from your narration.
Me: Umm... Uss hisab se... I mean Chachai-ji...... haan... wo to hamesha hi mujhse chipakta rehta hai... jaise if I am late in serving food... he hugs me and requests for it... ya fir... I mean... before leaving for school he gives me a hug and kisses me... matlab ye sab to bilkul hi normal bat hai Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Beti... samjha karo... ye sab ab utni bhi ‘normal’ baat nehi rahi... (he paused just a little) ...as you can see also... the books that Ram reads... here the love which you are saying ‘normal’ is no longer normal... isn’t it?
Saying that Chacha-ji opened some specific pages where some vulgar pictures were there and automatically my ears started to turn red and hot. I breathed heavy seeing intimate male and female pictures right in front on my eyes. I could feel my nipples abruptly rising inside my bra under my kamiz and I naturally started feeling very uncomfortable especially in Chach-ji’s presence because my heavy pair of mammaries were going up and down inside my tight dress and involuntarily my legs also parted just a shade advertising my blood rush. I quickly tried to cover my rotund plump thighs with the hem of my kamiz. I sighed deeply and looked down (obvioulsy not inside the open book) and tried my best to conceal my elated condition in front of my elderly landlord.
Since I was not looking at Chacha-ji's eyes, I was not aware that he was thoroughly enjoying my 'condition' and was ogling at my heavy conical 34-sized boobs moving up and down with my each breath. Since I was wearing an old bra and my tits recently had become heavier due to milk production in them, my bra started to strain on the contours of my fleshy mammaries and I had to adjust a little to feel comfortable. I just shrugged and jiggled my heavy milk jugs to ease out and that sight must have been a delight to the perverted man!
Not knowing what to reply I replied in the most foolish manner!
Me: Ji... par Ram to mujhe gaal pe kiss karta hai... how can you say that...
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Ram ab bada ho raha hai... dheere dheere woh tumhe alag nazaro se dekhne lagega... Who knows after reading these books.. woh tumhe maa kam aur aurat zyada dekhta ho! Ye mat bhoolo Beti ke tum hassen aur jawan ho!
I was simply dumbfounded and so shocked at Chacha-ji’s bold words that I just sat with my eyes wide open and lips parted in disbelief. As soon as my eyes met Chacha-ji’s I lowered my eyes in womanly shame.
Chacha-ji: There has to be a start to that police raid also... and today if you ignore this...
Me: I can understand Chacha-ji... I can....Uff! I can’t even think of this! Please tell me Chacha-ji what I need to do.... I want to save my son... that’s all!
Chacha-ji probably within himself said “good”, but in front of me said something else.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... first you need to answer some of my questions... the replies that you give will lead us to Rampal’s status... is he in the simple curiosity level or he has inroads into the unthinkable area and looking for female bodies.
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa nehi hoga... Hey bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: Beti, I told you to be calm... I also think he is in the superficial level of just reading these books, but we have to be sure, isn’t it?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: I apologize at the very beginning Beti... because the questions that I will ask will make you uncomfortable... I know... but for your son’s sake you have to tell me nothing but the truth!
I nodded with a very anxious and worrisome face and mind. .
Chacha-ji: Beti... though I spend a significant time with Ram... but still not all the time as you know I have remain upstairs for my son... what I want to know is... does he get physical with you?
I was listening very attentively to Chacha-ji, but the last 4-5 words were a shocker to me and I reacted very spontaneously almost with a yell.
Chacha-ji: Beti, if you close your eyes and say the sun will not set... does that happen? The sun sets in its own course even if you keep your eyes shut. Same is the case here. Tum maano ya na maano.... sachhai to yehi hai ke Ram yeh ashleel books padhne laga hai.
I could realize that Chacha-ji was correct, but my motherly love for my son was trying to blind me.
Chacha-ji: And for your information... if there are 10 stories in these books, 8 stories are based on mother-son love and sex... so still if you want to close your eyes and think your son is on the right track... you can. My responsibility was to make you aware... now it’s your call.
Me: Chacha-ji... I can understand what you are telling... but Ram... our Ram...(I was almost on the verge of weeping)
Chacha-ji: Beti... be calm and composed first! Don’t get emotional unnecessarily. You have to admit that Ram has grown up... he is almost 15 years of age and you cannot stop him from his curiousness about female body and knowing about sex at this growing age. Can you?
I just nodded negatively.
Chacha-ji: In this age he will be attracted towards girls... that’s but natural...and his keenness would lead him to look inside clothes of women... you cannot stop that. Can you?
Chacha-ji: Again I repeat Beti... he is studying very attentively... but at the same time his age is drawing him into these books... its no fault of him... you must not react to it. Are you getting me?
I gathered all my strength and meakly replied “yes”.
Chacha-ji: Like the chapters of his school books, the pictures of unclothed women and sex stories in these books also exert a pull on him. If you scold, rebuke and beat him for this... he will do it more and will try to hide more from you... and that’s where things can go wrong... isn’t it Beti?
Me: Hmm...
Chacha-ji: In trying to conceal and bury things, he can land up in a mess and darker alleys. So instead of scolding him or crying for what has happened to my son... be sensible and HELP him Beti!
Chacha-ji’s calm words and explanations was giving me courage to fight with the situation.
Me: Yes Chacha-ji... I can understand... what should I do now?
Chacha-ji: Before that... its important to know how far Rampal has progressed... is his feelings limited to the pictures and stories or he is trying means to take a step ahead?
I did not fully understand what Chacha-ji meant; so I looked at his face questionably. Chacha-ji probably read my facial expression.
Chacha-ji: Beti, what I mean is... is Ram only confined to the books or his mind is pressing him for more... Do you remember that news Beti? ...last month ka hi to baat hai... there was a raid in a house where prostitution was going on and two school girls and boys were found... remember?
My heart almost skipped a beat. My hands got cold and my eyes widened in shock.
Me: Y-e-s... y-e-s... Chahch-ji!
Chacha-ji: So as a mother if you just close your mind and say my son can’t read these dirty books... you might well end up going to the police custody to release your son!
This one sentence was enough and I was so frightened and nervous that I just completely surrendered to my elderly landlord. I stopped using my brain completely and got trapped – just what the perverted man had planned!
Chacha-ji: There has to be a start to that police raid also... and today if you ignore this...
Me: I can understand Chacha-ji... I can....Uff! I can’t even think of this! Please tell me Chacha-ji what I need to do.... I want to save my son... that’s all!
Chacha-ji probably within himself said “good”, but in front of me said something else.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... first you need to answer some of my questions... the replies that you give will lead us to Rampal’s status... is he in the simple curiosity level or he has inroads into the unthinkable area and looking for female bodies.
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa nehi hoga... Hey bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: Beti, I told you to be calm... I also think he is in the superficial level of just reading these books, but we have to be sure, isn’t it?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: I apologize at the very beginning Beti... because the questions that I will ask will make you uncomfortable... I know... but for your son’s sake you have to tell me nothing but the truth!
I nodded with a very anxious and worrisome face and mind. .
Chacha-ji: Beti... though I spend a significant time with Ram... but still not all the time as you know I have remain upstairs for my son... what I want to know is... does he get physical with you?
I was listening very attentively to Chacha-ji, but the last 4-5 words were a shocker to me and I reacted very spontaneously almost with a yell.
Me: W-h-a-t???
Chach-ji laughed out loud.
Chacha-ji: Aree...com’ on Beti! Getting physical does not only mean a man riding a woman! Ha ha ha...
Chacha-ji’s loud open laugh helped reduce the tension in me and I also blushed and giggled as he was still laughing loud.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... what I meant was... does Ram frequently try to touch you? ...you know... to get close to your body... I mean... did you ever feel that way?
Honestly I never ever felt like that about my son. I never thought like that at all!
Me: No... never Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Beti... I probably have not thought that way I guesss...
Me: Exactly! How can I think of such dishonesty and murky things about my Ram!
Chacha-ji: Right Beti... you don’t have to think that way... you just tell me how often does he get close to you... what are the times... as you can see he is no longer a child... I think I will be able to gather the required information from your narration.
Me: Umm... Uss hisab se... I mean Chachai-ji...... haan... wo to hamesha hi mujhse chipakta rehta hai... jaise if I am late in serving food... he hugs me and requests for it... ya fir... I mean... before leaving for school he gives me a hug and kisses me... matlab ye sab to bilkul hi normal bat hai Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Beti... samjha karo... ye sab ab utni bhi ‘normal’ baat nehi rahi... (he paused just a little) ...as you can see also... the books that Ram reads... here the love which you are saying ‘normal’ is no longer normal... isn’t it?
Saying that Chacha-ji opened some specific pages where some vulgar pictures were there and automatically my ears started to turn red and hot. I breathed heavy seeing intimate male and female pictures right in front on my eyes. I could feel my nipples abruptly rising inside my bra under my kamiz and I naturally started feeling very uncomfortable especially in Chach-ji’s presence because my heavy pair of mammaries were going up and down inside my tight dress and involuntarily my legs also parted just a shade advertising my blood rush. I quickly tried to cover my rotund plump thighs with the hem of my kamiz. I sighed deeply and looked down (obvioulsy not inside the open book) and tried my best to conceal my elated condition in front of my elderly landlord.
Since I was not looking at Chacha-ji's eyes, I was not aware that he was thoroughly enjoying my 'condition' and was ogling at my heavy conical 34-sized boobs moving up and down with my each breath. Since I was wearing an old bra and my tits recently had become heavier due to milk production in them, my bra started to strain on the contours of my fleshy mammaries and I had to adjust a little to feel comfortable. I just shrugged and jiggled my heavy milk jugs to ease out and that sight must have been a delight to the perverted man!
Not knowing what to reply I replied in the most foolish manner!
Me: Ji... par Ram to mujhe gaal pe kiss karta hai... how can you say that...
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Ram ab bada ho raha hai... dheere dheere woh tumhe alag nazaro se dekhne lagega... Who knows after reading these books.. woh tumhe maa kam aur aurat zyada dekhta ho! Ye mat bhoolo Beti ke tum hassen aur jawan ho!
I was simply dumbfounded and so shocked at Chacha-ji’s bold words that I just sat with my eyes wide open and lips parted in disbelief. As soon as my eyes met Chacha-ji’s I lowered my eyes in womanly shame.
Chacha-ji: There has to be a start to that police raid also... and today if you ignore this...
Me: I can understand Chacha-ji... I can....Uff! I can’t even think of this! Please tell me Chacha-ji what I need to do.... I want to save my son... that’s all!
Chacha-ji probably within himself said “good”, but in front of me said something else.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... first you need to answer some of my questions... the replies that you give will lead us to Rampal’s status... is he in the simple curiosity level or he has inroads into the unthinkable area and looking for female bodies.
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa nehi hoga... Hey bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: Beti, I told you to be calm... I also think he is in the superficial level of just reading these books, but we have to be sure, isn’t it?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: I apologize at the very beginning Beti... because the questions that I will ask will make you uncomfortable... I know... but for your son’s sake you have to tell me nothing but the truth!
I nodded with a very anxious and worrisome face and mind. .
Chacha-ji: Beti... though I spend a significant time with Ram... but still not all the time as you know I have remain upstairs for my son... what I want to know is... does he get physical with you?
I was listening very attentively to Chacha-ji, but the last 4-5 words were a shocker to me and I reacted very spontaneously almost with a yell.
Me: W-h-a-t???
Chach-ji laughed out loud.
Chacha-ji: Aree...com’ on Beti! Getting physical does not only mean a man riding a woman! Ha ha ha...
Chacha-ji’s loud open laugh helped reduce the tension in me and I also blushed and giggled as he was still laughing loud.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... what I meant was... does Ram frequently try to touch you? ...you know... to get close to your body... I mean... did you ever feel that way?
Honestly I never ever felt like that about my son. I never thought like that at all!
Me: No... never Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Beti... I probably have not thought that way I guesss...
Me: Exactly! How can I think of such dishonesty and murky things about my Ram!
Chacha-ji: Right Beti... you don’t have to think that way... you just tell me how often does he get close to you... what are the times... as you can see he is no longer a child... I think I will be able to gather the required information from your narration.
Me: Umm... Uss hisab se... I mean Chachai-ji...... haan... wo to hamesha hi mujhse chipakta rehta hai... jaise if I am late in serving food... he hugs me and requests for it... ya fir... I mean... before leaving for school he gives me a hug and kisses me... matlab ye sab to bilkul hi normal bat hai Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Beti... samjha karo... ye sab ab utni bhi ‘normal’ baat nehi rahi... (he paused just a little) ...as you can see also... the books that Ram reads... here the love which you are saying ‘normal’ is no longer normal... isn’t it?
Saying that Chacha-ji opened some specific pages where some vulgar pictures were there and automatically my ears started to turn red and hot. I breathed heavy seeing intimate male and female pictures right in front on my eyes. I could feel my nipples abruptly rising inside my bra under my kamiz and I naturally started feeling very uncomfortable especially in Chach-ji’s presence because my heavy pair of mammaries were going up and down inside my tight dress and involuntarily my legs also parted just a shade advertising my blood rush. I quickly tried to cover my rotund plump thighs with the hem of my kamiz. I sighed deeply and looked down (obvioulsy not inside the open book) and tried my best to conceal my elated condition in front of my elderly landlord.
Since I was not looking at Chacha-ji's eyes, I was not aware that he was thoroughly enjoying my 'condition' and was ogling at my heavy conical 34-sized boobs moving up and down with my each breath. Since I was wearing an old bra and my tits recently had become heavier due to milk production in them, my bra started to strain on the contours of my fleshy mammaries and I had to adjust a little to feel comfortable. I just shrugged and jiggled my heavy milk jugs to ease out and that sight must have been a delight to the perverted man!
Not knowing what to reply I replied in the most foolish manner!
Me: Ji... par Ram to mujhe gaal pe kiss karta hai... how can you say that...
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Ram ab bada ho raha hai... dheere dheere woh tumhe alag nazaro se dekhne lagega... Who knows after reading these books.. woh tumhe maa kam aur aurat zyada dekhta ho! Ye mat bhoolo Beti ke tum hassen aur jawan ho!
I was simply dumbfounded and so shocked at Chacha-ji’s bold words that I just sat with my eyes wide open and lips parted in disbelief. As soon as my eyes met Chacha-ji’s I lowered my eyes in womanly shame.
Chacha-ji: I think you be normal... just as a normal routine... you just check his bag... take out the tiffin box, etc. so that Ram feels that you are attentive towards your son and he then will not keep these dirty books in his school bag.
Me: Par Chacha-ji... agar bag mein nahin rakhhi to aur kahi rakhega... ye solution to nahi hua naa?
Chacha-ji: Beti... kya tum us-he jawan hone se rok sakti ho?
I smiled and nodded my head negatively.
Chacha-ji: So, you just do as I say... its not right to keep these books in school bag... any day he might get caught with someone else other than me or you... so you should check his bag regularly.
Me: Okay Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: You know Beti... mujhe to lagta hai...reading these books and seeing these pictures.... usne muth maarna bhi shuru kar diya hoga.
Me: Muth marna? Matlab?
Chacha-ji: I mean masturbation... which is just natural you know for a 14-15 year old lad!
Me: Oh!
I was really shocked in my mind seeing my behavior! The way I was getting shameless in discussing obscene things with Chacha-ji so normally as if we were discussing today’s weather! I was myself amazed at my boldness and brazenness.
Me: But will his heath not get affected with this?
Chacha-ji: Nehi Beti... ye sab normal hai uske umar ke liye... bus tum us-he jyada akeyla mat chodna.... keep him engaged with you... that will keep him happy and diverted.
I thought this was the best point to put an end to the conversation and I got up.
Me: Theek hai Chacha-ji... thank you very much.
Chacha-ji: Are thanks ki kya baat hai... ye to mera farz tha! .
Though I got up, the perverted man did not seem to be in any mood to stop this topic at that moment!
Chacha-ji: Beti... ek baat tumhe yaad rakhna padhega if you want to save your son...
Me: Wo kya?
Chacha-ji: Since Ram has no sister... ghar mein kewal tum hi ek aurat ho... aur tum beshak hassen aur jawan bhi ho... iss liye Ram sirf tumhare baare mein hi sochta hai... aur ye negative nehi hai... pooch kiyu?
Me: Kyon?
I could not deny the fact that I was also unable to take out myself off this chat as my son was involved!
Chacha-ji: Kiyu ki agar wo dusri kisi ladki ke bare mei sochta... he would have gone for her and would try to get closer to her naa... Dekho Beti... apna Ram Jayant ke ghar mei kafi time bitata hai...
Me: Thik...
Chacha-ji: To uske samne Jayant ke mummy ke figure bhi hai... don’t take it otherwise Beti... I am just trying to explain to you what the young boy’s options are...
Me: Ji... ji... main samajh rahi hoon.
Chacha-ji: Aur as you know also... Jayant ke mummy ghar mei kya pehenti hai...
As I had gone to Jayant’s house quite a few times searching for Ram and had noticed his mother wearing sleeveless nighties in daytime; probably Chacha-ji also had seen that.
Chacha-ji: At his age... Ram could have been easily attracted by that... right Beti?
I nodded.
Chacha-ji: Moreover, Jayant’s sister, Joyita... she has quite a developed body for her age...
Chacha-ji purposefully paused.
Me: True.
Chacha-ji: Ram could have gotten attracted to her also... Joyita to hamesha chote skirt pehen ke ghoomti rehti hai... you have also seen... quite natural ki ghar mei wo aur bhi chote kapde pehete ho... and Ram’s age is just right to get engrossed to that...
Chacha-ji again paused just to give me the time to drive my mind into his dirty direction.
Chacha-ji: Tell me Beti... am I saying anything out of the world or absurd... can it not happen?
Me: Bilkul Chacha-ji! Aap sahi bol rahe ho!
Chacha-ji: Aur is-se cheez aur bhi bura hota and things would not have been in your hand! Shukar karo Beti ke Ram has an affinity for incest mom-son stories... so things are still in your hands, otherwise he could have been in the clutches of another woman!
Me: True...true... Uff! Am glad that has not happened...
Chacha-ji: Iss liye Beti... you must not leave Ram alone for long periods at home.... in fact if you remain angry for his act or stay aloof since he wants to touch you inappropriately... Ram might land up going to another woman!
Me (almost instantenoulsy): No, no... I will not allow that to happen Chacha-ji! No way...
Chacha-ji smiled and looked at my eyes – he was successful in riveting his idea in my mind!
Me: Par Chacha-ji.... ek baat... agar mai maan bhi leta hoon ke Ram mujhe touch karne ki kosish karta hai... kya aapko nehi lagta ke Ram ye galat kar raha hai?
Chacha-ji: Sawal galat ya sahi ki nahi hai Beti... Iss umar mein padhai ke sath sath opposite sex ke liye aisa attraction hona bahut hi aam baat hai... Aur ye mat bhulo Ram ke samne aurat ke roop mei tum ho...
Chacha-ji smiled and for the first time he looked directly at my fully developed breasts and I blushed heavily.
Chacha-ji: Even after Harpal’s birth... tumhari figure akarshak hai... ye gora badan... bade bade mamme... bhari gaand, mote jung... isse dekhker to
rishi-muni ke bhi khade ho jaayenge... Ram to sirf ek naya-naya jawan hota hua ladka hai!
Chacha-ji seemed to be crossing all limits and I continued to blush and breathe heavily! Due to my heavy breathing and erect standing nipples, I was feeling very uncomfortable now with my heavy tits straining against my tight bra cups inside my dress.
Chacha-ji: Beti sharmao mat! You should be proud of your figure... because your vital statistics helped your son to remain addicted to you and not to outside women. Sahi ya galat?
I giggled and remained silent. I was shying like a new bride but in my inside I was feeling contended and flattered by my landlord’s praising words!
Me (almost in a whispering tone): Chacha-ji... ab iss baat ko yahi khatam karte hai...
Chacha-ji on the other hand was in no mood to let this super opportunity slip from his hands so easily; hence he kept on continuing the topic!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... iss baat ko hum yun hi nahi khatam kar sakte... iss-se pehle ke tumhara Ram poori tarah tumhari se haath nikal jaaye, us-se pehle hume usko sudharna hoga. And for that I need your full cooperation.
I was feeling extremely uneasy now as I was feeling my heaving milk-filled mammaries straining on my bra cups due to my exhilarated state and I was feeling slight pain with my hard swollen nipples pushing on my cups. I realized that I must strip my bra to feel easy and comfortable.
As I did not respond to Chacha-ji, he probably got impatient and annoyed.
Chach-ji laughed out loud.
Chacha-ji: Aree...com’ on Beti! Getting physical does not only mean a man riding a woman! Ha ha ha...
Chacha-ji’s loud open laugh helped reduce the tension in me and I also blushed and giggled as he was still laughing loud.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... what I meant was... does Ram frequently try to touch you? ...you know... to get close to your body... I mean... did you ever feel that way?
Honestly I never ever felt like that about my son. I never thought like that at all!
Me: No... never Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Beti... I probably have not thought that way I guesss...
Me: Exactly! How can I think of such dishonesty and murky things about my Ram!
Chacha-ji: Right Beti... you don’t have to think that way... you just tell me how often does he get close to you... what are the times... as you can see he is no longer a child... I think I will be able to gather the required information from your narration.
Me: Umm... Uss hisab se... I mean Chachai-ji...... haan... wo to hamesha hi mujhse chipakta rehta hai... jaise if I am late in serving food... he hugs me and requests for it... ya fir... I mean... before leaving for school he gives me a hug and kisses me... matlab ye sab to bilkul hi normal bat hai Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Beti... samjha karo... ye sab ab utni bhi ‘normal’ baat nehi rahi... (he paused just a little) ...as you can see also... the books that Ram reads... here the love which you are saying ‘normal’ is no longer normal... isn’t it?
Saying that Chacha-ji opened some specific pages where some vulgar pictures were there and automatically my ears started to turn red and hot. I breathed heavy seeing intimate male and female pictures right in front on my eyes. I could feel my nipples abruptly rising inside my bra under my kamiz and I naturally started feeling very uncomfortable especially in Chach-ji’s presence because my heavy pair of mammaries were going up and down inside my tight dress and involuntarily my legs also parted just a shade advertising my blood rush. I quickly tried to cover my rotund plump thighs with the hem of my kamiz. I sighed deeply and looked down (obvioulsy not inside the open book) and tried my best to conceal my elated condition in front of my elderly landlord.
Since I was not looking at Chacha-ji's eyes, I was not aware that he was thoroughly enjoying my 'condition' and was ogling at my heavy conical 34-sized boobs moving up and down with my each breath. Since I was wearing an old bra and my tits recently had become heavier due to milk production in them, my bra started to strain on the contours of my fleshy mammaries and I had to adjust a little to feel comfortable. I just shrugged and jiggled my heavy milk jugs to ease out and that sight must have been a delight to the perverted man!
Not knowing what to reply I replied in the most foolish manner!
Me: Ji... par Ram to mujhe gaal pe kiss karta hai... how can you say that...
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Ram ab bada ho raha hai... dheere dheere woh tumhe alag nazaro se dekhne lagega... Who knows after reading these books.. woh tumhe maa kam aur aurat zyada dekhta ho! Ye mat bhoolo Beti ke tum hassen aur jawan ho!
I was simply dumbfounded and so shocked at Chacha-ji’s bold words that I just sat with my eyes wide open and lips parted in disbelief. As soon as my eyes met Chacha-ji’s I lowered my eyes in womanly shame.
Chacha-ji: I think you be normal... just as a normal routine... you just check his bag... take out the tiffin box, etc. so that Ram feels that you are attentive towards your son and he then will not keep these dirty books in his school bag.
Me: Par Chacha-ji... agar bag mein nahin rakhhi to aur kahi rakhega... ye solution to nahi hua naa?
Chacha-ji: Beti... kya tum us-he jawan hone se rok sakti ho?
I smiled and nodded my head negatively.
Chacha-ji: So, you just do as I say... its not right to keep these books in school bag... any day he might get caught with someone else other than me or you... so you should check his bag regularly.
Me: Okay Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: You know Beti... mujhe to lagta hai...reading these books and seeing these pictures.... usne muth maarna bhi shuru kar diya hoga.
Me: Muth marna? Matlab?
Chacha-ji: I mean masturbation... which is just natural you know for a 14-15 year old lad!
Me: Oh!
I was really shocked in my mind seeing my behavior! The way I was getting shameless in discussing obscene things with Chacha-ji so normally as if we were discussing today’s weather! I was myself amazed at my boldness and brazenness.
Me: But will his heath not get affected with this?
Chacha-ji: Nehi Beti... ye sab normal hai uske umar ke liye... bus tum us-he jyada akeyla mat chodna.... keep him engaged with you... that will keep him happy and diverted.
I thought this was the best point to put an end to the conversation and I got up.
Me: Theek hai Chacha-ji... thank you very much.
Chacha-ji: Are thanks ki kya baat hai... ye to mera farz tha! .
Though I got up, the perverted man did not seem to be in any mood to stop this topic at that moment!
Chacha-ji: Beti... ek baat tumhe yaad rakhna padhega if you want to save your son...
Me: Wo kya?
Chacha-ji: Since Ram has no sister... ghar mein kewal tum hi ek aurat ho... aur tum beshak hassen aur jawan bhi ho... iss liye Ram sirf tumhare baare mein hi sochta hai... aur ye negative nehi hai... pooch kiyu?
Me: Kyon?
I could not deny the fact that I was also unable to take out myself off this chat as my son was involved!
Chacha-ji: Kiyu ki agar wo dusri kisi ladki ke bare mei sochta... he would have gone for her and would try to get closer to her naa... Dekho Beti... apna Ram Jayant ke ghar mei kafi time bitata hai...
Me: Thik...
Chacha-ji: To uske samne Jayant ke mummy ke figure bhi hai... don’t take it otherwise Beti... I am just trying to explain to you what the young boy’s options are...
Me: Ji... ji... main samajh rahi hoon.
Chacha-ji: Aur as you know also... Jayant ke mummy ghar mei kya pehenti hai...
As I had gone to Jayant’s house quite a few times searching for Ram and had noticed his mother wearing sleeveless nighties in daytime; probably Chacha-ji also had seen that.
Chacha-ji: At his age... Ram could have been easily attracted by that... right Beti?
I nodded.
Chacha-ji: Moreover, Jayant’s sister, Joyita... she has quite a developed body for her age...
Chacha-ji purposefully paused.
Me: True.
Chacha-ji: Ram could have gotten attracted to her also... Joyita to hamesha chote skirt pehen ke ghoomti rehti hai... you have also seen... quite natural ki ghar mei wo aur bhi chote kapde pehete ho... and Ram’s age is just right to get engrossed to that...
Chacha-ji again paused just to give me the time to drive my mind into his dirty direction.
Chacha-ji: Tell me Beti... am I saying anything out of the world or absurd... can it not happen?
Me: Bilkul Chacha-ji! Aap sahi bol rahe ho!
Chacha-ji: Aur is-se cheez aur bhi bura hota and things would not have been in your hand! Shukar karo Beti ke Ram has an affinity for incest mom-son stories... so things are still in your hands, otherwise he could have been in the clutches of another woman!
Me: True...true... Uff! Am glad that has not happened...
Chacha-ji: Iss liye Beti... you must not leave Ram alone for long periods at home.... in fact if you remain angry for his act or stay aloof since he wants to touch you inappropriately... Ram might land up going to another woman!
Me (almost instantenoulsy): No, no... I will not allow that to happen Chacha-ji! No way...
Chacha-ji smiled and looked at my eyes – he was successful in riveting his idea in my mind!
Me: Par Chacha-ji.... ek baat... agar mai maan bhi leta hoon ke Ram mujhe touch karne ki kosish karta hai... kya aapko nehi lagta ke Ram ye galat kar raha hai?
Chacha-ji: Sawal galat ya sahi ki nahi hai Beti... Iss umar mein padhai ke sath sath opposite sex ke liye aisa attraction hona bahut hi aam baat hai... Aur ye mat bhulo Ram ke samne aurat ke roop mei tum ho...
Chacha-ji smiled and for the first time he looked directly at my fully developed breasts and I blushed heavily.
Chacha-ji: Even after Harpal’s birth... tumhari figure akarshak hai... ye gora badan... bade bade mamme... bhari gaand, mote jung... isse dekhker to
rishi-muni ke bhi khade ho jaayenge... Ram to sirf ek naya-naya jawan hota hua ladka hai!
Chacha-ji seemed to be crossing all limits and I continued to blush and breathe heavily! Due to my heavy breathing and erect standing nipples, I was feeling very uncomfortable now with my heavy tits straining against my tight bra cups inside my dress.
Chacha-ji: Beti sharmao mat! You should be proud of your figure... because your vital statistics helped your son to remain addicted to you and not to outside women. Sahi ya galat?
I giggled and remained silent. I was shying like a new bride but in my inside I was feeling contended and flattered by my landlord’s praising words!
Me (almost in a whispering tone): Chacha-ji... ab iss baat ko yahi khatam karte hai...
Chacha-ji on the other hand was in no mood to let this super opportunity slip from his hands so easily; hence he kept on continuing the topic!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... iss baat ko hum yun hi nahi khatam kar sakte... iss-se pehle ke tumhara Ram poori tarah tumhari se haath nikal jaaye, us-se pehle hume usko sudharna hoga. And for that I need your full cooperation.
I was feeling extremely uneasy now as I was feeling my heaving milk-filled mammaries straining on my bra cups due to my exhilarated state and I was feeling slight pain with my hard swollen nipples pushing on my cups. I realized that I must strip my bra to feel easy and comfortable.
As I did not respond to Chacha-ji, he probably got impatient and annoyed.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... aj ye jo tumhare saath maine khullam-khulla baat-chit ki wo sirf Ram ke liye! Agar tumhe ye nahi pasand hai to mai iss baat ko yahin khatam karta hun... par baad me tumhe pachhtana padega jab tumhara beta kisi randibazar mein police raid mei pakda jayega tab tum sochna ki pehle kyun nahi sudhara usko!
I could not remain silent any more as Chacha-ji was misunderstanding me.
Me: Arre Chacha-ji aap to naraz ho gaye! I am err... I mean... Chacha-ji...I am feeling a little embarrassed... aap ke samne khullam khulla ye baat-chit... I hope you can understand..... but please try to reform my son...i will fully cooperate with you...
Chacha-ji (smiling): That’s like a sensible mother!
He smiled and nodded and I was much relieved. But immediately he made me embarrassed as his left hand openly started his dick inside his pajama again! It was so odd for me to stare at a grownup man fine tuning his dick position inside his pajama, but honestly I was unable to look elsewhere as I could figure out Chacha-ji’s rod standing erect making his pajama stretch like a tent! I clenched my lips and tried to remain normal. My breathing automatically went heavy and my big round boobs were moving up and down a shade faster now. Undoubtedly and unquestionably the elderly man was stimulated by this intimate and direct chatting with me.
Chacha-ji: Beti... if we work together things will be under control, but if you get angry and irritated by your son’s behavior, you will ultimately lose your son to another woman... or who knows?? (he shrugged) ... you may ultimately lose your son to even a prostitute!
I almost exclaimed, naturally, but Chacha-ji was cool as cucumber!
Chacha-ji: Beti... since I do not want to hide anything from you... I just elaborated... that’s the worst scenario that can happen to your son... the curiosity of this age is such... and if we try to curb that in any way.
Me: No, no... please Chacha-ji... mujhe daraiye mat! Ram ka bhala jis mei ho... ap wohi raasta dikhaye...
The perverted man by that time was very successfully able to inject the fear in me about my son going to another woman and to protect him I could travel any limit!
Me: Ram ko rokna hi hoga...mai apke har baat manungi!
Chacha-ji: Ab ek samajhdar maa bol rahi hai! Tum fikar mat karo Beti...
He paused a little and probably wanted to see my releived face.
Chacha-ji: Mai Ram ko kisi bhi halat mei bigadne nehi doonga... I promise Beti...par uska utsookta ko hume nivaran karna hoga... aur iss mei tumhe ek pramukh bhumika lena hoga... are you getting me?
Me: Ji... ji Chacha-ji. Main poori kosish karungi.
Chacha-ji: That’s the determination Beti... I am sure you will act like a perfect mother and will help your son to overcome this adolescence crisis.
Chacha-ji boosted me with confidence simultaneously creating his pathway to exploit me to the hilt and I foolishly (and unknowingly too) was surrendering to him.
Chacha-ji: ...but Beti... I need to know some more info from you which would enable me to identify the exact state of Ram’s mind towards feminine affinity.
The way Chacha-ji was guiding this chat made me fully convinced that ‘he’ and only ‘he’ could save my son from going into the dark alleys.
Chacha-ji: Beti... pehle mujhe ye janna hai ke... tum Ram ke samne kya pehenti ho?
I was naturally a bit surprised at this silly question because Chacha-ji knows very well that I always wear sari at home.
Me: Sari... aur kya? Aap to roz mujhe dekhte hain...
Chacha-ji: Beti... you must change the mindset now that you know Ram has grown up!
Me: Mai samjha nehi!
Chacha-ji: Mai ya tumhare pati ya koi dusra mard ke samne tum kya pehen rahi ho ab wo mehentwopurn nehi raha... Ram ke samne tum kaise pesh aati ho ye sab-se mehetwopurn hai!
Me: Achha... achha...
I nodded like an obedient student.
Chacha-ji: Din mei to tum sari pehenti ho... ye to main bhi janta hoon... par raat mei kis dress mein tum rehti ho? Ram to uss time mei bhi tumhe dekhta hai naa...
Chacha-ji had plotted things in such a way that I had to be extremely shameless to describe my every personal detail to him! I was silent for a moment trying to gather strength to reply to such a question.
Chacha-ji again attempted boldly to drag me into sharing my private things.
Chacha-ji: Batao Beti... sote waqt to tum sari nehi pehenti hogi... kya pehenti ho?
I had to reply and I replied timidly in a low whispering tone.
Me: Nehi... err... I mean Chacha-ji... raat ko mai nighty peheti hoon.
As I replied Chacha-ji seemed to be bolder and was crossing all limits!
Chacha-ji: What sort? Sleeveless or with sleeves, transparent ya... you must tell me completely and then only I can see you through your son’s eyes!
Me: Haa thodi...
Chacha-ji: Kya thodi?
Me: Err... I mean... err... nighty thodi transparent to hai (I blushed and was naturally embarrassed) ... actually I never thought about it like this Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Wo mai samajh sakta hoon Beti... aur raat ke time mei to har shadishuda aurat aise hi kapde pehenti hai.... iss me sharmane wali koi baat to nehi hai!
I expectedly felt better getting Chacha-ji’s approval to such dresses.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti yaha pe aur ek baat mehetwopurn hai... kyo ki tumhare ghar mei ek jawan bêta hai...
He looked at me but I was not able to meet his eyes. My breathing was heavier and my coconut like tits were straining against my tight kamiz.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... mai tumse umar mei bahut bada hoon.... tumhare pita saman...
He deliberately paused and I replied... “Ji”.
Chacha-ji: Mere samne jawab dete huye sharmao mat Beti... aur ye yaad rakho ke hum dono ye baat-chit jo kar rahe hai... wo sirf Ram ke liye!
These comfort words indeed made me free enough to reply to such indecent questions. I definitely felt better and was convinced that Chacha-ji had no foul ideas in his mind and was only investigating for my son’s benefit.
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... thik hai...
Chacha-ji: Ha... jo mai keh raha tha... kyo ki tumhare ghar mei ek jawan bêta hai aur wo ye sab asleel sahitwa padhne bhi laga hai... to ye jan-na zaruri ho jata hai ke... raat ko tum kya sirf nighty-hi peheti ho ya nighty ke neeche bhi kuch pehenti ho?
Me: Nighty ke niche?
I almost replied involuntarily and immediately realized that Chacha-ji was talking about my inner.
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... I mean... koi undergarment... bra ya panty nehi pehenti ho kya?
I was simply bowled over and my face was naturally all red to answer this query of my 50+ landlord! But his prior comforting words helped me to get more shameless and reply boldly to even to his query!
Me: Ha... err... I mean... pehenti thi Chacha-ji... par abhi to Harpal ko ghadi ghadi doodh pilana padta hai... iss liye mai... err... umm... bra nehi pehenti hoon Chacha-ji...
My perverted landlord as if instantly understood my problem and supported my shamelessness of not wearing a bra under my nighty at night!
Chacha-ji: Arre ye to tum uchit kam hi karti ho... kitni baar bra khologi aur doodh pilaogi bachhe ko!
Me: Ji... iss liye hi...
Chacha-ji: Aur niche? Mera matlab panty-wanty kuch?
Me: Ha ha... panty rehta hai...
I instantly replied to my landlord as if I was answering to some GK question!
Chacha-ji: Achha... to iska matlab ye hua ke lagbhag roz raat ko tum nighty pehen ke rehti ho... jo thodi transparent hai... aur nightly ke niche sirf panty pehenti ho... aur iss avastha me tum ghar ke kaam bhi karti hogi... right?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... ap to jante hai kitna kaam rehta hai... bistar taiyar karna.... khana serve karna... bartan uthana... aur dusre sab kaaam bhi to hai!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... matlab raat ke time me jab tum ghar mei kaam karti ho to Ram beshak tumhari mamme dekh sakta hai?
I honestly had never thought from that angle! It was just natural for me to wear something loose and comfortable at day-end before going to sleep. No outsider was coming at that time and I was only with my son and husband; so I never thought to be too careful about my dressing. But listening to Chacha-ji’s point... frankly I was unable to defy it completely.
Chacha-ji: You only said that the nighty that you wear is somewhat transparent and you do not wear a bra inside... so can I not assume that your son ogles at your free, pendulous breasts inside your dress when you serve food or prepares bed in front of him?
I could well realize what Chacha-ji meant, but I never thought that my Ram was now ‘growing up’!
Me: Nehi Chacha-ji... aapki baat kuch haad tak to sahi hai... par hum-ne kabhi is tarah se socha nahi tha... is taraf kabhi dhyan hi nahi diya!
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... quite natural... this is one part... ab dusra part...
Me: Wo kya Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Wo ye hai ke jab tumhare pati ke paas kaam tha... matlab do mahine pehle.... tab ghar mei mahol kaisa tha?
Me: Mai samjhi nehi Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... mai ye pooch raha hoon... ke tab kya tumhare pati Ram ke samne tumhare saath kuchh karte the... i mean... (lowering his voice) kiss wagerah?
My face was red instantly, but my landlord was too good for me to be able to avoid his dirty questions.
Chacha-ji: Are pati-patni ke relation mei nikat-ta nehi hogi to kisme hogi? Tum to bebajah sharma gayi! Are tumhare pati ghar me tumhe bahon mei leke nehi chumega to kya pados ke Mehta ke biwi to chumega? Batao... batao!
He was smiling and I also shyly giggled.
Chacha-ji: Arre has rahi hai... jawab to do!
Me: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Arre Ram ke samne kabhi tum dono close nehi hote the kya?
Me: O!.... Ji...ji... ek-adhbar to jarur hote the...
Chacha-ji just kept throwing questions to me just like a doctor and I had to reply to each one revealing all my personal secrets.
I could not remain silent any more as Chacha-ji was misunderstanding me.
Me: Arre Chacha-ji aap to naraz ho gaye! I am err... I mean... Chacha-ji...I am feeling a little embarrassed... aap ke samne khullam khulla ye baat-chit... I hope you can understand..... but please try to reform my son...i will fully cooperate with you...
Chacha-ji (smiling): That’s like a sensible mother!
He smiled and nodded and I was much relieved. But immediately he made me embarrassed as his left hand openly started his dick inside his pajama again! It was so odd for me to stare at a grownup man fine tuning his dick position inside his pajama, but honestly I was unable to look elsewhere as I could figure out Chacha-ji’s rod standing erect making his pajama stretch like a tent! I clenched my lips and tried to remain normal. My breathing automatically went heavy and my big round boobs were moving up and down a shade faster now. Undoubtedly and unquestionably the elderly man was stimulated by this intimate and direct chatting with me.
Chacha-ji: Beti... if we work together things will be under control, but if you get angry and irritated by your son’s behavior, you will ultimately lose your son to another woman... or who knows?? (he shrugged) ... you may ultimately lose your son to even a prostitute!
I almost exclaimed, naturally, but Chacha-ji was cool as cucumber!
Chacha-ji: Beti... since I do not want to hide anything from you... I just elaborated... that’s the worst scenario that can happen to your son... the curiosity of this age is such... and if we try to curb that in any way.
Me: No, no... please Chacha-ji... mujhe daraiye mat! Ram ka bhala jis mei ho... ap wohi raasta dikhaye...
The perverted man by that time was very successfully able to inject the fear in me about my son going to another woman and to protect him I could travel any limit!
Me: Ram ko rokna hi hoga...mai apke har baat manungi!
Chacha-ji: Ab ek samajhdar maa bol rahi hai! Tum fikar mat karo Beti...
He paused a little and probably wanted to see my releived face.
Chacha-ji: Mai Ram ko kisi bhi halat mei bigadne nehi doonga... I promise Beti...par uska utsookta ko hume nivaran karna hoga... aur iss mei tumhe ek pramukh bhumika lena hoga... are you getting me?
Me: Ji... ji Chacha-ji. Main poori kosish karungi.
Chacha-ji: That’s the determination Beti... I am sure you will act like a perfect mother and will help your son to overcome this adolescence crisis.
Chacha-ji boosted me with confidence simultaneously creating his pathway to exploit me to the hilt and I foolishly (and unknowingly too) was surrendering to him.
Chacha-ji: ...but Beti... I need to know some more info from you which would enable me to identify the exact state of Ram’s mind towards feminine affinity.
The way Chacha-ji was guiding this chat made me fully convinced that ‘he’ and only ‘he’ could save my son from going into the dark alleys.
Chacha-ji: Beti... pehle mujhe ye janna hai ke... tum Ram ke samne kya pehenti ho?
I was naturally a bit surprised at this silly question because Chacha-ji knows very well that I always wear sari at home.
Me: Sari... aur kya? Aap to roz mujhe dekhte hain...
Chacha-ji: Beti... you must change the mindset now that you know Ram has grown up!
Me: Mai samjha nehi!
Chacha-ji: Mai ya tumhare pati ya koi dusra mard ke samne tum kya pehen rahi ho ab wo mehentwopurn nehi raha... Ram ke samne tum kaise pesh aati ho ye sab-se mehetwopurn hai!
Me: Achha... achha...
I nodded like an obedient student.
Chacha-ji: Din mei to tum sari pehenti ho... ye to main bhi janta hoon... par raat mei kis dress mein tum rehti ho? Ram to uss time mei bhi tumhe dekhta hai naa...
Chacha-ji had plotted things in such a way that I had to be extremely shameless to describe my every personal detail to him! I was silent for a moment trying to gather strength to reply to such a question.
Chacha-ji again attempted boldly to drag me into sharing my private things.
Chacha-ji: Batao Beti... sote waqt to tum sari nehi pehenti hogi... kya pehenti ho?
I had to reply and I replied timidly in a low whispering tone.
Me: Nehi... err... I mean Chacha-ji... raat ko mai nighty peheti hoon.
As I replied Chacha-ji seemed to be bolder and was crossing all limits!
Chacha-ji: What sort? Sleeveless or with sleeves, transparent ya... you must tell me completely and then only I can see you through your son’s eyes!
Me: Haa thodi...
Chacha-ji: Kya thodi?
Me: Err... I mean... err... nighty thodi transparent to hai (I blushed and was naturally embarrassed) ... actually I never thought about it like this Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Wo mai samajh sakta hoon Beti... aur raat ke time mei to har shadishuda aurat aise hi kapde pehenti hai.... iss me sharmane wali koi baat to nehi hai!
I expectedly felt better getting Chacha-ji’s approval to such dresses.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti yaha pe aur ek baat mehetwopurn hai... kyo ki tumhare ghar mei ek jawan bêta hai...
He looked at me but I was not able to meet his eyes. My breathing was heavier and my coconut like tits were straining against my tight kamiz.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... mai tumse umar mei bahut bada hoon.... tumhare pita saman...
He deliberately paused and I replied... “Ji”.
Chacha-ji: Mere samne jawab dete huye sharmao mat Beti... aur ye yaad rakho ke hum dono ye baat-chit jo kar rahe hai... wo sirf Ram ke liye!
These comfort words indeed made me free enough to reply to such indecent questions. I definitely felt better and was convinced that Chacha-ji had no foul ideas in his mind and was only investigating for my son’s benefit.
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... thik hai...
Chacha-ji: Ha... jo mai keh raha tha... kyo ki tumhare ghar mei ek jawan bêta hai aur wo ye sab asleel sahitwa padhne bhi laga hai... to ye jan-na zaruri ho jata hai ke... raat ko tum kya sirf nighty-hi peheti ho ya nighty ke neeche bhi kuch pehenti ho?
Me: Nighty ke niche?
I almost replied involuntarily and immediately realized that Chacha-ji was talking about my inner.
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... I mean... koi undergarment... bra ya panty nehi pehenti ho kya?
I was simply bowled over and my face was naturally all red to answer this query of my 50+ landlord! But his prior comforting words helped me to get more shameless and reply boldly to even to his query!
Me: Ha... err... I mean... pehenti thi Chacha-ji... par abhi to Harpal ko ghadi ghadi doodh pilana padta hai... iss liye mai... err... umm... bra nehi pehenti hoon Chacha-ji...
My perverted landlord as if instantly understood my problem and supported my shamelessness of not wearing a bra under my nighty at night!
Chacha-ji: Arre ye to tum uchit kam hi karti ho... kitni baar bra khologi aur doodh pilaogi bachhe ko!
Me: Ji... iss liye hi...
Chacha-ji: Aur niche? Mera matlab panty-wanty kuch?
Me: Ha ha... panty rehta hai...
I instantly replied to my landlord as if I was answering to some GK question!
Chacha-ji: Achha... to iska matlab ye hua ke lagbhag roz raat ko tum nighty pehen ke rehti ho... jo thodi transparent hai... aur nightly ke niche sirf panty pehenti ho... aur iss avastha me tum ghar ke kaam bhi karti hogi... right?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... ap to jante hai kitna kaam rehta hai... bistar taiyar karna.... khana serve karna... bartan uthana... aur dusre sab kaaam bhi to hai!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... matlab raat ke time me jab tum ghar mei kaam karti ho to Ram beshak tumhari mamme dekh sakta hai?
I honestly had never thought from that angle! It was just natural for me to wear something loose and comfortable at day-end before going to sleep. No outsider was coming at that time and I was only with my son and husband; so I never thought to be too careful about my dressing. But listening to Chacha-ji’s point... frankly I was unable to defy it completely.
Chacha-ji: You only said that the nighty that you wear is somewhat transparent and you do not wear a bra inside... so can I not assume that your son ogles at your free, pendulous breasts inside your dress when you serve food or prepares bed in front of him?
I could well realize what Chacha-ji meant, but I never thought that my Ram was now ‘growing up’!
Me: Nehi Chacha-ji... aapki baat kuch haad tak to sahi hai... par hum-ne kabhi is tarah se socha nahi tha... is taraf kabhi dhyan hi nahi diya!
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... quite natural... this is one part... ab dusra part...
Me: Wo kya Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Wo ye hai ke jab tumhare pati ke paas kaam tha... matlab do mahine pehle.... tab ghar mei mahol kaisa tha?
Me: Mai samjhi nehi Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... mai ye pooch raha hoon... ke tab kya tumhare pati Ram ke samne tumhare saath kuchh karte the... i mean... (lowering his voice) kiss wagerah?
My face was red instantly, but my landlord was too good for me to be able to avoid his dirty questions.
Chacha-ji: Are pati-patni ke relation mei nikat-ta nehi hogi to kisme hogi? Tum to bebajah sharma gayi! Are tumhare pati ghar me tumhe bahon mei leke nehi chumega to kya pados ke Mehta ke biwi to chumega? Batao... batao!
He was smiling and I also shyly giggled.
Chacha-ji: Arre has rahi hai... jawab to do!
Me: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Arre Ram ke samne kabhi tum dono close nehi hote the kya?
Me: O!.... Ji...ji... ek-adhbar to jarur hote the...
Chacha-ji just kept throwing questions to me just like a doctor and I had to reply to each one revealing all my personal secrets.
Chacha-ji visibly was enjoying all that to the hilt!
Chacha-ji: Matlab Vinay (my husband’s name was Vinay) kissed you in front of your son?
I nodded shyly.
Chacha-ji: Aur kya wo Ram ke samne tumhare sath daba-dabi bhi karte the?
Me: ‘Daba-dabi’... matlab?
Chacha-ji (leaning towards me): Matlab... Vinay kabhi tumhari doodh bete ke samne nehi dabaya?
I felt like dying listening to such dirty questions and naturally was unable to answer, but Chacha-ji continued to extract pleasure out of that question session.
Chacha-ji: Are doodh nehi to zarorr tumhare gaand wagerah to dabaya hoga Vinay?
Instead of slapping the old perverted man for such dirty questions, I still was continuing to answer him with a red blushed face and in a sexy whispering tone!
Me: Err... Chacha-ji.... umm... Jyadatar nehi... par ek-adh bar ho jata tha... par Vinay iss ko halka kar dete the Ram ke liye....
Chacha-ji: Halka?? Kaise? Mai samjha nehi...
Chacha-ji behaved most innocently and I elaborated things most foolishly!
Me: Matlab Vinay usse bhi thoda involve kar leta tha....
Chacha-ji: Matlab? Tum thoda details mei batao kaise hota tha... if I do not know the exact scene how would I know how much Ram has seen and how much is in darkness for him?
Me: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: Maan lo Beti... ke Ram padhai kar raha hai ghar mei aur Harpal neend mei hai... tum kuch kaam kar rahi ho usi room mei aur Vinay aata hai...
Me: Haan... lekin Chacha-ji... ye kam se kam teen-char mahine pehle ki baat hogi...
Chacha-ji: Han han... thik hai... mai janta hoon ke uss time mei hi Vinay ke factory mei problem start hua tha.
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... agar sirf ek hi din tum Ram ke samne Vinay ke kareeb ayi ho wo bhi uske liye bahut mehetwoprun hai... samjho baat ko! Consider his age... consider what he is reading in these books... consider the pictorials he is seeing here....
Me: Ji... ji... I understand.
I noticed that his right hand was holding the pornographic book while his left hand was just under the book on his lap, probably holding and massaging his manhood! I naturally felt very awkward at his behavior. I had never seen him do this sort of a lewd act prior in front of me!
Chacha-ji: Batao Beti...
Me: Ji... ek-adh din aise hota tha ke Vinay kam se jaldi laut-ta tha aur jab ghar mei Ram ke hote huye wo mere kareeb ata tha.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... fir?
Me: Vinay mujhe pakad leta tha aur gale lagata tha... lekin wo bhi khel-khel mei Raa se baat karte huye... err... I mean... bilkul normally...
Chacha-ji: Normally hi sahi... lekin kitna karib hota tha Vinay? Ram kitna kuch dekha hai... wohi mai janna chata hoon!
As I described my intimate acts with my husband to Chacha-ji, I could sense my lips drying up; in fact I had never discussed this sort of things a male! We females do discuss these things but not so vividly of course! But for the sake of my son, I had to do it. The most embarrassing part was I had feeling the ‘natural female itch’ inside my panty also! Chacha-ji had drafted and guided the chat session in such a slow, lewd way that my body also had started to respond to it!
Me: Karib matlab... err....Vinay mujhe gale laga leta tha... aur... aur ghanisthata se mera sharir sparsh karta tha... aise hi... mera matlab... zyada kuch nehi...
Chacha-ji: Zyada kuch nehi matlab? Tum kya chahti thi ke Vinay tumhare bête ke samne hi tumhe pakad ke chodd de? Ha ha ha...
I was shocked to the extreme listening to the word “chodd” in Chacha-ji’s mouth, but I could not even object as I had myself allowed him to create such an environment where he could easily chat with me using dirty and physical terms! My whole face was red as a rose and my ears were emitting heat. My twin mammaries were going up and down faster and were straining my bra more inside my kamiz, which made me utterly uncomfortable.
Chacha-ji probably realized that he had gone too far verbally.
Chacha-ji: Sorry Beti for my labguage... par tum aise boli ke... Anyway, let us not deviate unnecessarily and be focussed on the topic.
He paused just to give me the required amount of time to get back my composure.
Chacha-ji: Vinay kya sirf tumhe gale lagata tha? ...ya phir chumta bhi tha?
Me (almost whispering): Ji... chumta bhi tha...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... iska matlab Ram kareeb se dekhta tha ke Vinay tumhe gale lagake chum raha hai?
I just nodded. I was still feeling so much ashamed.
Chacha-ji: Ab dekho ek mard jab apni biwi ke hoth chumta hai to...
Me (I immediately objected): Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... Ram ke samne Vinay kabhi mere hoth nehi chume...
Chacha-ji: Oh! ...to fir kya chumta tha?
Me: Mere... matlab... mere gaal wagera...
Chacha-ji: Strange! Sirf gaal chumke Vinay tumhe chod deta tha?
Me: Nehi... matlab... Haa... err...
I was almost stammering as I was really feeling very much ashamed and awkward to describe my intimate moments in front of him, but Chacha-ji was smart enough to read through my mental state.
Chacha-ji: Arre ye kya? Tum to nayi naveli dulhan ke jaise sharma rahi ho Beti! Mujhe galat mat samajh na... ye sab baat jan-ke mera koi munafa nehi hone wala...
He seemed to be a real expert who could read and understand a conservative housewife’s mind and knew exactly how and when to open her up most shamelessly!
Chacha-ji: Par ye zaroor hai Beti... ke agar tum bina sharmaye sari baat mujhe bologi to Ram ke mansik sthiti mai jaan sakunga aur usse ek sahi disha de sakte hain.
These words were enough to give me the confidence to speak out and elaborate on how my husband loved me during my hay days!
Me: Ji... ji Chacha-ji... main samajh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: To fir thik se batao Beti...Vinay tumhe Ram ke samne gale lagake kya kya karta tha?
Me: Ji... Mai... mera matlab... mujhe bahon mei leke... mere gaal chumta tha... aur... aur mere gardan bhi chumta tha... aur idhar udhar mere sharir dabata tha... jaise hota hai... bas!
Though I tried to put a period to my erotic description, but Chacha-ji was probably thirsty for more!
Chacha-ji: Idhar-udhar matbal? Khule taur par tumhare mamme dabata tha? Ram ki samne?
Me: Nehi... mera matlab... haa... par khule taur par nehi Chacha-ji... mera matlab... mai ghoom jati thi...
Chacha-ji: Acchha... achha... jaise hi Vinay tumhare doodh choone ki kosis karta tha.. to tum ghoom jati thi.... tak-i Ram dekh nehi paye?
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Par Beti.... isse kya tum Ram ko puri tarah dekhne se rok pati thi??? I doubt... kyu ki jab Vinay horny hota tha... tabhi tumhe wo gale lagata tha... right?
Me: Ji bilkul... roz nehi...
Chacha-ji: Thik... aur ye to sabhi jante hai ke jab ek mard komottejit hota hai... wo kya sirf tumhare gaal chumke aur doodh nichod ke ruk jata tha? Kya wo tumhare gaand nehi dabata tha?
I realized Chacha-ji wanted every detail which I realized must be necessary to assess my son’s mental condition. And it was also true when my husband hugged and kissed me, he even talked to my son, but simultaneously squeezed my fleshy buttocks over my nighty or sari.
Me: Ji... waha bhi dabata tha.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... abhi tum boli ke tum ghoom jati thi...
Me: Ji ha Chacha-ji... taki Ram err... khule taur par dekh nehi paye...
Chacha-ji: Par agar tumhare pichwada Ram ki taraf hogi.... to wo to khule aam tumhari gaand dabana dekh pata hoga!
I was just like a statue. I could not move for a few seconds with my mouth wide open and about to exclaim as I had never thought from that angle!
Me: Maine to uss hisab se...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... aur tum jo baat ko halka karne ki baat kar rahi thi... wo kya?
Me: Ha Chacha-ji... ye sab karte karte Vinay to Ram se has has ke baat bhi karta tha... aur Ram bhi to hasta tha aur jawab deta tha...
Cahcha-ji: That’s why you never felt it was abnormal and Ram was also taking it very naturally and not eyeing what you two were doing.
Me: Ji bilkul!
Chacha-ji: Par Beti tumhe samajh jana chahiye tha ke ye sab jo pehle normal tha ab Ram ke liye excitement ka cheez ho gaya hai!
Me: Main samajh nehi payi Chacha-ji... Ram ke behavior mei koi parivartan nehi dekhi mai.... aur peechle do mahine se to ye sab bilkul hi bandh hai... Vinay ke saath to uss hisab se koi relation hi nehi...
Chacha-ji: And that’s the worse part!
Me: Kiyu?
Chacha-ji: Ekbar sher to khoon ki taste lag jaye aur uske baad usse sirf ghaas-phoos diya jaye to kaise lagega usse?
Me: Kya? Main samjhi nehi???
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... mujhe pura yakeen hai ke Ram tumhari aur Vinay ke closeness ko dekhke bahut uttejit hota tha... kiyu ki ye saare asleel kitab jo wo padhta hai ussme sharirik nikat-ta ki vistrit vivran hai...
Chacha-ji paused and was looking at my reaction. I was still searching for what he meant.
Chacha-ji: Aur jaise tum boli ke Vinay uske samnehi tumhe gale lagata tha... chumta tha... tumhari gaand aur mamme dabata tha... itni horny vatabaran se peechle do mahine tum Ram ko puri tarah ek veg vatabaran de-ke rakhhi ho... to kaise lagega usse?
Now I realized what Chacha-ji meant and honestly could not stop smiling even in that situation.
Me: Chacha-ji... aap bhi na!
We both were smiling at each other and Chacha-ji now was quite openly massaging his erect dick and even though the cover of the book was there, I could detect it quite unmistakably. I was also not comfortable; my milk tanks were straining against my tight bra and the itch inside my panty seemed to be ever rising. Seeing Chacha-ji doing his part so openly I also could not restrain myself from scratching my choot area boldly over my salwar-kamiz to feel at ease!
Chacha-ji: Beti... before Ram comes back... thoda aur info mujhe do ke Ram aur kya dekha hai?
Me: Aur kya Chacha-ji? Aur kuch nehi...
Chacha-ji: Par mujhe lagta hai wo zarur aur bhi kuch dekha hoga...
Me: Ye aap yakin ke saath kaise keh sakte hain?
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti.
Chacha-ji: Matlab Vinay (my husband’s name was Vinay) kissed you in front of your son?
I nodded shyly.
Chacha-ji: Aur kya wo Ram ke samne tumhare sath daba-dabi bhi karte the?
Me: ‘Daba-dabi’... matlab?
Chacha-ji (leaning towards me): Matlab... Vinay kabhi tumhari doodh bete ke samne nehi dabaya?
I felt like dying listening to such dirty questions and naturally was unable to answer, but Chacha-ji continued to extract pleasure out of that question session.
Chacha-ji: Are doodh nehi to zarorr tumhare gaand wagerah to dabaya hoga Vinay?
Instead of slapping the old perverted man for such dirty questions, I still was continuing to answer him with a red blushed face and in a sexy whispering tone!
Me: Err... Chacha-ji.... umm... Jyadatar nehi... par ek-adh bar ho jata tha... par Vinay iss ko halka kar dete the Ram ke liye....
Chacha-ji: Halka?? Kaise? Mai samjha nehi...
Chacha-ji behaved most innocently and I elaborated things most foolishly!
Me: Matlab Vinay usse bhi thoda involve kar leta tha....
Chacha-ji: Matlab? Tum thoda details mei batao kaise hota tha... if I do not know the exact scene how would I know how much Ram has seen and how much is in darkness for him?
Me: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: Maan lo Beti... ke Ram padhai kar raha hai ghar mei aur Harpal neend mei hai... tum kuch kaam kar rahi ho usi room mei aur Vinay aata hai...
Me: Haan... lekin Chacha-ji... ye kam se kam teen-char mahine pehle ki baat hogi...
Chacha-ji: Han han... thik hai... mai janta hoon ke uss time mei hi Vinay ke factory mei problem start hua tha.
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... agar sirf ek hi din tum Ram ke samne Vinay ke kareeb ayi ho wo bhi uske liye bahut mehetwoprun hai... samjho baat ko! Consider his age... consider what he is reading in these books... consider the pictorials he is seeing here....
Me: Ji... ji... I understand.
I noticed that his right hand was holding the pornographic book while his left hand was just under the book on his lap, probably holding and massaging his manhood! I naturally felt very awkward at his behavior. I had never seen him do this sort of a lewd act prior in front of me!
Chacha-ji: Batao Beti...
Me: Ji... ek-adh din aise hota tha ke Vinay kam se jaldi laut-ta tha aur jab ghar mei Ram ke hote huye wo mere kareeb ata tha.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... fir?
Me: Vinay mujhe pakad leta tha aur gale lagata tha... lekin wo bhi khel-khel mei Raa se baat karte huye... err... I mean... bilkul normally...
Chacha-ji: Normally hi sahi... lekin kitna karib hota tha Vinay? Ram kitna kuch dekha hai... wohi mai janna chata hoon!
As I described my intimate acts with my husband to Chacha-ji, I could sense my lips drying up; in fact I had never discussed this sort of things a male! We females do discuss these things but not so vividly of course! But for the sake of my son, I had to do it. The most embarrassing part was I had feeling the ‘natural female itch’ inside my panty also! Chacha-ji had drafted and guided the chat session in such a slow, lewd way that my body also had started to respond to it!
Me: Karib matlab... err....Vinay mujhe gale laga leta tha... aur... aur ghanisthata se mera sharir sparsh karta tha... aise hi... mera matlab... zyada kuch nehi...
Chacha-ji: Zyada kuch nehi matlab? Tum kya chahti thi ke Vinay tumhare bête ke samne hi tumhe pakad ke chodd de? Ha ha ha...
I was shocked to the extreme listening to the word “chodd” in Chacha-ji’s mouth, but I could not even object as I had myself allowed him to create such an environment where he could easily chat with me using dirty and physical terms! My whole face was red as a rose and my ears were emitting heat. My twin mammaries were going up and down faster and were straining my bra more inside my kamiz, which made me utterly uncomfortable.
Chacha-ji probably realized that he had gone too far verbally.
Chacha-ji: Sorry Beti for my labguage... par tum aise boli ke... Anyway, let us not deviate unnecessarily and be focussed on the topic.
He paused just to give me the required amount of time to get back my composure.
Chacha-ji: Vinay kya sirf tumhe gale lagata tha? ...ya phir chumta bhi tha?
Me (almost whispering): Ji... chumta bhi tha...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... iska matlab Ram kareeb se dekhta tha ke Vinay tumhe gale lagake chum raha hai?
I just nodded. I was still feeling so much ashamed.
Chacha-ji: Ab dekho ek mard jab apni biwi ke hoth chumta hai to...
Me (I immediately objected): Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... Ram ke samne Vinay kabhi mere hoth nehi chume...
Chacha-ji: Oh! ...to fir kya chumta tha?
Me: Mere... matlab... mere gaal wagera...
Chacha-ji: Strange! Sirf gaal chumke Vinay tumhe chod deta tha?
Me: Nehi... matlab... Haa... err...
I was almost stammering as I was really feeling very much ashamed and awkward to describe my intimate moments in front of him, but Chacha-ji was smart enough to read through my mental state.
Chacha-ji: Arre ye kya? Tum to nayi naveli dulhan ke jaise sharma rahi ho Beti! Mujhe galat mat samajh na... ye sab baat jan-ke mera koi munafa nehi hone wala...
He seemed to be a real expert who could read and understand a conservative housewife’s mind and knew exactly how and when to open her up most shamelessly!
Chacha-ji: Par ye zaroor hai Beti... ke agar tum bina sharmaye sari baat mujhe bologi to Ram ke mansik sthiti mai jaan sakunga aur usse ek sahi disha de sakte hain.
These words were enough to give me the confidence to speak out and elaborate on how my husband loved me during my hay days!
Me: Ji... ji Chacha-ji... main samajh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: To fir thik se batao Beti...Vinay tumhe Ram ke samne gale lagake kya kya karta tha?
Me: Ji... Mai... mera matlab... mujhe bahon mei leke... mere gaal chumta tha... aur... aur mere gardan bhi chumta tha... aur idhar udhar mere sharir dabata tha... jaise hota hai... bas!
Though I tried to put a period to my erotic description, but Chacha-ji was probably thirsty for more!
Chacha-ji: Idhar-udhar matbal? Khule taur par tumhare mamme dabata tha? Ram ki samne?
Me: Nehi... mera matlab... haa... par khule taur par nehi Chacha-ji... mera matlab... mai ghoom jati thi...
Chacha-ji: Acchha... achha... jaise hi Vinay tumhare doodh choone ki kosis karta tha.. to tum ghoom jati thi.... tak-i Ram dekh nehi paye?
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Par Beti.... isse kya tum Ram ko puri tarah dekhne se rok pati thi??? I doubt... kyu ki jab Vinay horny hota tha... tabhi tumhe wo gale lagata tha... right?
Me: Ji bilkul... roz nehi...
Chacha-ji: Thik... aur ye to sabhi jante hai ke jab ek mard komottejit hota hai... wo kya sirf tumhare gaal chumke aur doodh nichod ke ruk jata tha? Kya wo tumhare gaand nehi dabata tha?
I realized Chacha-ji wanted every detail which I realized must be necessary to assess my son’s mental condition. And it was also true when my husband hugged and kissed me, he even talked to my son, but simultaneously squeezed my fleshy buttocks over my nighty or sari.
Me: Ji... waha bhi dabata tha.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... abhi tum boli ke tum ghoom jati thi...
Me: Ji ha Chacha-ji... taki Ram err... khule taur par dekh nehi paye...
Chacha-ji: Par agar tumhare pichwada Ram ki taraf hogi.... to wo to khule aam tumhari gaand dabana dekh pata hoga!
I was just like a statue. I could not move for a few seconds with my mouth wide open and about to exclaim as I had never thought from that angle!
Me: Maine to uss hisab se...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... aur tum jo baat ko halka karne ki baat kar rahi thi... wo kya?
Me: Ha Chacha-ji... ye sab karte karte Vinay to Ram se has has ke baat bhi karta tha... aur Ram bhi to hasta tha aur jawab deta tha...
Cahcha-ji: That’s why you never felt it was abnormal and Ram was also taking it very naturally and not eyeing what you two were doing.
Me: Ji bilkul!
Chacha-ji: Par Beti tumhe samajh jana chahiye tha ke ye sab jo pehle normal tha ab Ram ke liye excitement ka cheez ho gaya hai!
Me: Main samajh nehi payi Chacha-ji... Ram ke behavior mei koi parivartan nehi dekhi mai.... aur peechle do mahine se to ye sab bilkul hi bandh hai... Vinay ke saath to uss hisab se koi relation hi nehi...
Chacha-ji: And that’s the worse part!
Me: Kiyu?
Chacha-ji: Ekbar sher to khoon ki taste lag jaye aur uske baad usse sirf ghaas-phoos diya jaye to kaise lagega usse?
Me: Kya? Main samjhi nehi???
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... mujhe pura yakeen hai ke Ram tumhari aur Vinay ke closeness ko dekhke bahut uttejit hota tha... kiyu ki ye saare asleel kitab jo wo padhta hai ussme sharirik nikat-ta ki vistrit vivran hai...
Chacha-ji paused and was looking at my reaction. I was still searching for what he meant.
Chacha-ji: Aur jaise tum boli ke Vinay uske samnehi tumhe gale lagata tha... chumta tha... tumhari gaand aur mamme dabata tha... itni horny vatabaran se peechle do mahine tum Ram ko puri tarah ek veg vatabaran de-ke rakhhi ho... to kaise lagega usse?
Now I realized what Chacha-ji meant and honestly could not stop smiling even in that situation.
Me: Chacha-ji... aap bhi na!
We both were smiling at each other and Chacha-ji now was quite openly massaging his erect dick and even though the cover of the book was there, I could detect it quite unmistakably. I was also not comfortable; my milk tanks were straining against my tight bra and the itch inside my panty seemed to be ever rising. Seeing Chacha-ji doing his part so openly I also could not restrain myself from scratching my choot area boldly over my salwar-kamiz to feel at ease!
Chacha-ji: Beti... before Ram comes back... thoda aur info mujhe do ke Ram aur kya dekha hai?
Me: Aur kya Chacha-ji? Aur kuch nehi...
Chacha-ji: Par mujhe lagta hai wo zarur aur bhi kuch dekha hoga...
Me: Ye aap yakin ke saath kaise keh sakte hain?
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti.
.. Ram mujhe kayi bar bola hai ke raat ko Harpal ki rone ki wajah se raat ko thik se neend....
Me (I instantly realized what Chacha-ji meant): Ji... ji... mai samajh gayi...
Chacha-ji: Good! Kyu ki tum aur Vinay apne dono bête ke saath ekhi bistar pe soti ho... to chances are ke Ram zarur tumhe aur Vinay ko kabhi dekha hoga...
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... last two months to...
Chacha-ji: Us-se pehle?
Me: Us-se pehle bhi... mera matlab... humlog hamesha dekh lete the ke Ram neend mei hai ke nehi...
Chacha-ji: Matlab sex ke pehle?
I just nodded in affirmation very shyly.
Chacha-ji: Par ek baat batao Beti... Ram jab so raha hai... usi bistar pe um aur Vinay agar sex karogi to awaz se uska neend toot nehi jayega?
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... usi bistar pe kaha?
Chacha-ji seemed to be surprised for the first time.
Chacha-ji: Iska kya matlab.... usi bistar pe kaha ?
Me: Mera matlab... usi darr se humlog niche karte the.
Chacha-ji: Niche matlab... farsh pe?
Me: Ji... ek gadda niche bhi hota hai uss pe...
Chacha-ji: I am confused Beti... I must understand from Ram’s perspective... Suppose karo Ram aadhi neend mei hai... aur usi waqt Vinay ko horny feel hua... to wo zarur tumhe alingan karke kiss wagera karta hoga?
Me: Ji... kuch der to wo mujhe gale lagake kiss karta hai...
Chacha-ji: To iska matlab agar Ram aadhi neend me hai, to ye cheez Ram mehsoos karta hoga? May be he is not seeing you two in darkness but he can hear Vinay kissing you.
Me: Ji... ye zaroor ho sakta hai.
Chacha-ji: Par Ram to kissing ke awaz se hi excited ho jayega naa...
Me: Wo kiyu?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... wo to ye sab kitab me padha hoga naa... ke chumne ke baad daba-dabi hota hai aur fir aurat nangi ho jati hai sex ke liye...
Me: Hey bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: To iska matlab tumlog niche gadde pe utar ne se pehle jo kuch karte the wo sabhi Ram mehsoos kar sakta tha kiyu ki wo bhi usi bistar pe so raha tha...
I was shocked and feeling extremely ashamed to now realize that my son had probably heard his parents doing sex!
Me: Ye sab baat to mai kabhi gehraiyi se sochi hi nahi!
Chacha-ji: Iss liye abhi sab se mehetwopurn ye hua ke tum-dono bistar par sex ke pehle kis haad tak jate the? Daba-dabi ke dauraan Vinay aur tum kya kapde bhi utar dete the?
I was now feeling too much ashamed to reply to this because the fact remained that after some initial kissing and boob pressing Vinay used to strip me completely and he also removed his lungi. How could I tell all that to Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Beti... tum agar sharmati rahogi to Ram ka bhaviswat bhi anischit hoke rahega...
The perverted man knew very well how to break my conservativeness and he continued to use my innocent love for my son for his distorted pleasure.
Me: Ji err... matlab... Vinay... matlab... chumne ke baad aur thoda pyar jatane ke baad Vinay hamesha apni lungi utar deta tha aur... mai bhi... mera matlab... mera bhi kapde utar deta tha...
Chacha-ji: Iska matlab... agar hum kuch der ke liye ye bhool jay eke waha Vinay hai... tum bilkul nangi hoke bistar pe rehti ho jaha ek foot ki doori mei tumhara jawan beta so raha hai?
I was so embarrassed by this statement of my landlord that I could not even look up and just clenched my lips in nervousness and timidness.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye baat mamuli nehi hai... tum agar jawan, khoobsurat aur gori nehi hoti... to baat dusra tha... par Harpal hone ke baad bhi tumhari figure manohar aur akarshak hai... tumhari bade bade khada do mamme aur bhari golakar nitamb... aur tum jab nangi rehti hogi bistar pe... wo drisya to Ram ko kamottejit karega hi! Iss mei to mai uska koi dosh nehi dekhta!
I did not know what to say; I just remained dumbfounded and utterly embarrassed.
Chacha-ji: Anyway, that’s all that I wanted to know...
Me: C-h-a-c-h-a – j-i... mai... err... mai maafi chahti hoon aur bahut sharminda hoon apni iss nirlajy harkat pe...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... chudwane ke waqt thodi itna kuch dhyan mei rehta hai...
Chacha-ji as if slammed in the last nail on me.
Chacha-ji: Anyway... Ram ke ane ka waqt ho raha hai...
Me: Chacha-ji....please... mujhe ab kya karna chaiye?
Chacha-ji: Tum bus Ram ke reactions par nazar rakhho aur mujhe batati raho. Then we will decide aage kya karna hai.
Me: Mujhe Ram ki bahut fikr ho rahi hai!
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Chacha-ji: Arre chinta mat karo Beti... Main hoon na!
I could listen to Ram’s footsteps outside and so Chacha-ji ascended from his seat. He quickly adjusted his lund inside his pajama so that he looked somewhat decent, but I did notice that even at this advanced age his manhood was tall and standing proudly under his pajama! He handed me the pornographic books and asked me to keep them in a secret place, out of Ram’s reach. He knew pretty well that I would not be able to refrain myself from reading those books and surely the content of those books would have the ‘desired’ effect on me!
I could listen to Ram’s footsteps outside and so Chacha-ji ascended from his seat. He quickly adjusted his lund inside his pajama so that he looked somewhat decent, but I did notice that even at this advanced age his manhood was tall and standing proudly under his pajama! He handed me the pornographic books and asked me to keep them in a secret place, out of Ram’s reach. He knew pretty well that I would not be able to refrain myself from reading those books and surely the content of those books would have the ‘desired’ effect on me!
The next couple of days naturally I was extremely cautious about my dressing while my son was around. I was even undecided whether I should remain bra-less in front of Ram especially in my nightwear. My boobs being big and heavy... especially not wearing a bra made them sway and swing quite noticeably when I moved about or bent down. Hence I was a bit stiff also when Ram was close to me or I talked to him. The better part was that even though I tried hard to think in a dirty way about Ram’s moves and intentions, but I was not able to do that, probably my blind motherly love was not allowing that.
It was again Ram’s tuition day and Chacha-ji descended from upstairs and was giving lessons to him when I entered the room with tea and biscuits. Just at that time Chacha-ji gave him some homework for the next day and permitted (or rather ordered) him to go upstairs and help Haria (Chacha-ji’s servant) with some household chores.
As soon as Ram was out of the room, Chacha-ji indicated me to sit before him. Today I was in my usual sari-blouse and had just completed feeding Harpal. I made sure that my pallu was properly covering my bra-less mammaries inside my blouse.
Chacha-ji: To Beti... tum kuch notice kiye Ram ke bare mei inn do dino mei?
Me: Pata nahin Chacha-ji... mujhe to kuchh bhi abnormal nahi laga!
Chacha-ji: Kuch bhi abnormal nehi laga... strange!
Me: Ji... mujhe to sab normal hi lage!
Chacha-ji: Matlab... wo kya tumhare kareeb nehi ay aye do din mei?
Me: Nehi nehi... mera matlab pehle jaise tha... waise hi hai...bas! Mujhe Ram ko kisi gande harkat karte huye nehi dekha...
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... ye important observation hai... kiyu ki chances are there that ye sare ashleel kitab padhke wo koi aisa-waisa harkat tumhare saath kar de!
Me: Nehi... aisa kuch wo nehi kiya... ek-do bar roz hi ki tarah wo mujhse chipakta zarror tha... aur school jane ke waqt mere galo pe kiss bhi karke jata hai... lekin...
Chacha-ji: Lekin kya?
Me: Mera matlab.. mujhe laga... nischit roop se mai bol nehi sakti... mujhe laga... Ram bari bari meri taraf dekh raha hai... matlab...directly nehi Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... ye to bahut natural hai... tumhari jawani... tumhari ye sundar shape... gora badan... us-e akarshit kar raha hai... aur ye to bilkul swabhabik hai...
I was obviously somewhat annoyed at such a loose comment from Chacha-ji.
Me: Ye kaise swabhavik ho sakta hai Chacha-ji? Har bête kya apni maa ko iss nazar se dekhta hai? Issi gandi soch ko to hume sudharna hai...
Chacha-ji: Zarur sudharna hai Beti... par Ram ka jo umar hai wo ek parivartan aur tabdilili se gujar raha hai... so you have to be v-e-r-y patient... mard aur aurat ke jaun-sambandh aur maithun ke bare mei wo abhi jaan raha hai... aurat ke sharir ke rahasya mei wo bada utsuk hai...
Chacha-ji probably paused a second so that I could grasp what he tried to mean.
Chacha-ji: Beti....is bich agar tum us-e rokogi... tokogi... ya fir harbadi mei koi decision logi... to wo tumse chupake sara kaam karne lagega... that’s why I said you have to be extremely patient.
I could feel that what this elderly man was saying probably made sense.
Me: Ji... mai jaldi bol gayi... ap shayad sehi bol rahe hain!
Chacha-ji: Aur Ram ke iss growing age mei hume us-e har tarah ki support karna chahiye... naki pratibandh aur rok...
Me: Ji... mai samjh gayi... ap jaise bolenge mai waisa hi karoongi Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Beti, tum agar thoda compromise aj karti ho... kal ke liye wo Ram ke liye swdarthak hoga!
Me: Ji...
Unknowingly I was getting entangled inside the web of my elderly landlord’s perversion.
Chacha-ji: Iss liye Ram ke har ek movement mere liye jan-na bahut zaruri hai Beti...
Me: Hmm... mai samajh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: Ab ye batao ke ye do din mei Ram jo tumshe chipkata tha... wo kya aage se ya peechhe se tumhare kareeb ata tha?
I thought for a while recapturing the moments in my mind when my son hugged me in the kitchen or elsewhere.
Me: Umm... normally Chacha-ji.... matlab... peeche se!
Chacha-ji (almost muttering): Saali randi ke liye ye normal baat hai ki uska jawan beta us se roz peeche se chipakata hai!
Me: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Kuch nehi Beti.
Me (I instantly realized what Chacha-ji meant): Ji... ji... mai samajh gayi...
Chacha-ji: Good! Kyu ki tum aur Vinay apne dono bête ke saath ekhi bistar pe soti ho... to chances are ke Ram zarur tumhe aur Vinay ko kabhi dekha hoga...
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... last two months to...
Chacha-ji: Us-se pehle?
Me: Us-se pehle bhi... mera matlab... humlog hamesha dekh lete the ke Ram neend mei hai ke nehi...
Chacha-ji: Matlab sex ke pehle?
I just nodded in affirmation very shyly.
Chacha-ji: Par ek baat batao Beti... Ram jab so raha hai... usi bistar pe um aur Vinay agar sex karogi to awaz se uska neend toot nehi jayega?
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... usi bistar pe kaha?
Chacha-ji seemed to be surprised for the first time.
Chacha-ji: Iska kya matlab.... usi bistar pe kaha ?
Me: Mera matlab... usi darr se humlog niche karte the.
Chacha-ji: Niche matlab... farsh pe?
Me: Ji... ek gadda niche bhi hota hai uss pe...
Chacha-ji: I am confused Beti... I must understand from Ram’s perspective... Suppose karo Ram aadhi neend mei hai... aur usi waqt Vinay ko horny feel hua... to wo zarur tumhe alingan karke kiss wagera karta hoga?
Me: Ji... kuch der to wo mujhe gale lagake kiss karta hai...
Chacha-ji: To iska matlab agar Ram aadhi neend me hai, to ye cheez Ram mehsoos karta hoga? May be he is not seeing you two in darkness but he can hear Vinay kissing you.
Me: Ji... ye zaroor ho sakta hai.
Chacha-ji: Par Ram to kissing ke awaz se hi excited ho jayega naa...
Me: Wo kiyu?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... wo to ye sab kitab me padha hoga naa... ke chumne ke baad daba-dabi hota hai aur fir aurat nangi ho jati hai sex ke liye...
Me: Hey bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: To iska matlab tumlog niche gadde pe utar ne se pehle jo kuch karte the wo sabhi Ram mehsoos kar sakta tha kiyu ki wo bhi usi bistar pe so raha tha...
I was shocked and feeling extremely ashamed to now realize that my son had probably heard his parents doing sex!
Me: Ye sab baat to mai kabhi gehraiyi se sochi hi nahi!
Chacha-ji: Iss liye abhi sab se mehetwopurn ye hua ke tum-dono bistar par sex ke pehle kis haad tak jate the? Daba-dabi ke dauraan Vinay aur tum kya kapde bhi utar dete the?
I was now feeling too much ashamed to reply to this because the fact remained that after some initial kissing and boob pressing Vinay used to strip me completely and he also removed his lungi. How could I tell all that to Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Beti... tum agar sharmati rahogi to Ram ka bhaviswat bhi anischit hoke rahega...
The perverted man knew very well how to break my conservativeness and he continued to use my innocent love for my son for his distorted pleasure.
Me: Ji err... matlab... Vinay... matlab... chumne ke baad aur thoda pyar jatane ke baad Vinay hamesha apni lungi utar deta tha aur... mai bhi... mera matlab... mera bhi kapde utar deta tha...
Chacha-ji: Iska matlab... agar hum kuch der ke liye ye bhool jay eke waha Vinay hai... tum bilkul nangi hoke bistar pe rehti ho jaha ek foot ki doori mei tumhara jawan beta so raha hai?
I was so embarrassed by this statement of my landlord that I could not even look up and just clenched my lips in nervousness and timidness.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye baat mamuli nehi hai... tum agar jawan, khoobsurat aur gori nehi hoti... to baat dusra tha... par Harpal hone ke baad bhi tumhari figure manohar aur akarshak hai... tumhari bade bade khada do mamme aur bhari golakar nitamb... aur tum jab nangi rehti hogi bistar pe... wo drisya to Ram ko kamottejit karega hi! Iss mei to mai uska koi dosh nehi dekhta!
I did not know what to say; I just remained dumbfounded and utterly embarrassed.
Chacha-ji: Anyway, that’s all that I wanted to know...
Me: C-h-a-c-h-a – j-i... mai... err... mai maafi chahti hoon aur bahut sharminda hoon apni iss nirlajy harkat pe...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... chudwane ke waqt thodi itna kuch dhyan mei rehta hai...
Chacha-ji as if slammed in the last nail on me.
Chacha-ji: Anyway... Ram ke ane ka waqt ho raha hai...
Me: Chacha-ji....please... mujhe ab kya karna chaiye?
Chacha-ji: Tum bus Ram ke reactions par nazar rakhho aur mujhe batati raho. Then we will decide aage kya karna hai.
Me: Mujhe Ram ki bahut fikr ho rahi hai!
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Chacha-ji: Arre chinta mat karo Beti... Main hoon na!
I could listen to Ram’s footsteps outside and so Chacha-ji ascended from his seat. He quickly adjusted his lund inside his pajama so that he looked somewhat decent, but I did notice that even at this advanced age his manhood was tall and standing proudly under his pajama! He handed me the pornographic books and asked me to keep them in a secret place, out of Ram’s reach. He knew pretty well that I would not be able to refrain myself from reading those books and surely the content of those books would have the ‘desired’ effect on me!
I could listen to Ram’s footsteps outside and so Chacha-ji ascended from his seat. He quickly adjusted his lund inside his pajama so that he looked somewhat decent, but I did notice that even at this advanced age his manhood was tall and standing proudly under his pajama! He handed me the pornographic books and asked me to keep them in a secret place, out of Ram’s reach. He knew pretty well that I would not be able to refrain myself from reading those books and surely the content of those books would have the ‘desired’ effect on me!
The next couple of days naturally I was extremely cautious about my dressing while my son was around. I was even undecided whether I should remain bra-less in front of Ram especially in my nightwear. My boobs being big and heavy... especially not wearing a bra made them sway and swing quite noticeably when I moved about or bent down. Hence I was a bit stiff also when Ram was close to me or I talked to him. The better part was that even though I tried hard to think in a dirty way about Ram’s moves and intentions, but I was not able to do that, probably my blind motherly love was not allowing that.
It was again Ram’s tuition day and Chacha-ji descended from upstairs and was giving lessons to him when I entered the room with tea and biscuits. Just at that time Chacha-ji gave him some homework for the next day and permitted (or rather ordered) him to go upstairs and help Haria (Chacha-ji’s servant) with some household chores.
As soon as Ram was out of the room, Chacha-ji indicated me to sit before him. Today I was in my usual sari-blouse and had just completed feeding Harpal. I made sure that my pallu was properly covering my bra-less mammaries inside my blouse.
Chacha-ji: To Beti... tum kuch notice kiye Ram ke bare mei inn do dino mei?
Me: Pata nahin Chacha-ji... mujhe to kuchh bhi abnormal nahi laga!
Chacha-ji: Kuch bhi abnormal nehi laga... strange!
Me: Ji... mujhe to sab normal hi lage!
Chacha-ji: Matlab... wo kya tumhare kareeb nehi ay aye do din mei?
Me: Nehi nehi... mera matlab pehle jaise tha... waise hi hai...bas! Mujhe Ram ko kisi gande harkat karte huye nehi dekha...
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... ye important observation hai... kiyu ki chances are there that ye sare ashleel kitab padhke wo koi aisa-waisa harkat tumhare saath kar de!
Me: Nehi... aisa kuch wo nehi kiya... ek-do bar roz hi ki tarah wo mujhse chipakta zarror tha... aur school jane ke waqt mere galo pe kiss bhi karke jata hai... lekin...
Chacha-ji: Lekin kya?
Me: Mera matlab.. mujhe laga... nischit roop se mai bol nehi sakti... mujhe laga... Ram bari bari meri taraf dekh raha hai... matlab...directly nehi Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... ye to bahut natural hai... tumhari jawani... tumhari ye sundar shape... gora badan... us-e akarshit kar raha hai... aur ye to bilkul swabhabik hai...
I was obviously somewhat annoyed at such a loose comment from Chacha-ji.
Me: Ye kaise swabhavik ho sakta hai Chacha-ji? Har bête kya apni maa ko iss nazar se dekhta hai? Issi gandi soch ko to hume sudharna hai...
Chacha-ji: Zarur sudharna hai Beti... par Ram ka jo umar hai wo ek parivartan aur tabdilili se gujar raha hai... so you have to be v-e-r-y patient... mard aur aurat ke jaun-sambandh aur maithun ke bare mei wo abhi jaan raha hai... aurat ke sharir ke rahasya mei wo bada utsuk hai...
Chacha-ji probably paused a second so that I could grasp what he tried to mean.
Chacha-ji: Beti....is bich agar tum us-e rokogi... tokogi... ya fir harbadi mei koi decision logi... to wo tumse chupake sara kaam karne lagega... that’s why I said you have to be extremely patient.
I could feel that what this elderly man was saying probably made sense.
Me: Ji... mai jaldi bol gayi... ap shayad sehi bol rahe hain!
Chacha-ji: Aur Ram ke iss growing age mei hume us-e har tarah ki support karna chahiye... naki pratibandh aur rok...
Me: Ji... mai samjh gayi... ap jaise bolenge mai waisa hi karoongi Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Beti, tum agar thoda compromise aj karti ho... kal ke liye wo Ram ke liye swdarthak hoga!
Me: Ji...
Unknowingly I was getting entangled inside the web of my elderly landlord’s perversion.
Chacha-ji: Iss liye Ram ke har ek movement mere liye jan-na bahut zaruri hai Beti...
Me: Hmm... mai samajh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: Ab ye batao ke ye do din mei Ram jo tumshe chipkata tha... wo kya aage se ya peechhe se tumhare kareeb ata tha?
I thought for a while recapturing the moments in my mind when my son hugged me in the kitchen or elsewhere.
Me: Umm... normally Chacha-ji.... matlab... peeche se!
Chacha-ji (almost muttering): Saali randi ke liye ye normal baat hai ki uska jawan beta us se roz peeche se chipakata hai!
Me: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Kuch nehi Beti.
.. mai ye keh raha tha ke ye jo Ram tumhe peeche alingan karta hai... tau tum apni pichwade pe uska lund feel kiya tha ki nahi?
Chacha-ji again started injecting bold direct physical words in our conversation which immediately made me feel embarrassed and blushed.
Me: Haan... shayad thoda kiya tha...
Chacha-ji: Matlab... uska khada tha?
Me: Khada?... err... matlab... haan shayad... par mai thik se dhyan nehi de payi... kitchen mei kaam jo kar rahi thi.
Chacha-ji: Ram ka lund zarur khada tha Beti jab wo tumhare karreeb tha... ye to swabhabik sharirik prakriya hai... (thinking for a while looking upwards) kya woh apna lund tumhari gaand per ragad raha tha?
I naturally objected immediately as nothing of that sort happened.
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa kuch Ram kabhi nehi kiya hai!
Chacha-ji: Thik se socho Beti... ragad agar nahi bhi raha tha par zaroor wo uska lund tumhare gaand par daba raha hoga?
I thought for a while and had to admit that Chacha-ji was correct.
Me (nodding): Ji Chacha-ji... aap sehi bole... usne apna lu... err...I mean.... pressure to de raha tha mere peechhe.
Chacha-ji: Beti... bura mat manna... iss liye hi mai pooch raha tha kiyu ki ye harkat to normal hai ek jawan ladke ke liye karna.
I just remained quiet and as if waited for the next perverted question!
Chacha-ji: Yaha pe aur ek baat mehetwopurn hai...
I looked questionably at him. Chacha-ji nodded and took his left hand right onto his crotch area and started massaging his cock directly in front of me!
Chacha-ji: Ye jo Ram tumhe roz peeche se chipakta hai... uska khada lund tumhari pichwade mei dabata hai... uska irada tum samajh payi?
Me: Irada?
Chacha-ji: Kya tum ye dhyan nehi di ke Ram ka irada sirf uska lund tumhari mangsal pichwade pe dabana nehi tha... bal ki wo tumhari ass crack pe apna lund ghusane ki kosis mei hai!
Me: What? Kabhi nehi... aisa kuch bhi nehi hua Chacha-ji... aap Ram pe bewaja ilzam laga rahe ho!
I honestly did not find my son trying to do that, but day before yesterday when he hugged me from behind... I was totally unprepared and the posture was such that my heavy ass bumped on his crotch as I tried to move away initially from his hug and I clearly felt his hardened rod on my ass crack for a moment.
Chacha-ji: Tumhe shayad kharab lag raha hai meri baat... but you must also remember that I must have a clear understanding of Ram’s behavior... then only I can clearly see through his intentions... are you getting me Beti?
Me: Ji... ji... par aap ko kya lagta hai Chacha-ji... Ram kya puri tarah se bigad chukka hai?
My motherly mind was naturally very, very anxious about the state of my son’s adolescence.
Chacha-ji: Wo kehne ki waqt abhi nehi aya hai Beti... let me first know the whole aspect.
Me: Hmm... okay...
Chacha-ji: Aachha ab thik se soch-ke ek baat batao...
Me: Kya Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Jab Ram tumhe peeche se chipak kar apna lund tumhari pichwade par dabata hai... tau kya usne tumhari dono doodh ko bhi dabane ki kosish karta hai?
I blushed instantly and could not reply anything instantly.
Chacha-ji: Are beti... tum to shadi-shuda ho... tum kya nehi janti mard-logo ke achran? Aurat ke doodh dabane ka to bahana chahiye! Aur aisa bhi to nehi hai ke (he looked directly at my twin mammaries) ...tumhari mamme chote hai......ausndar hai... jhulne lage hai... jo Ram ko akarshit nehi karega!
Talking to this elderly man was indeed getting extremely embarrassing for me the way he was chatting. He clearly said (without saying) that my breasts are big, appealing and erect for any male to super-like. I could instantly feel an erection in my nipples and since today I was not wearing any bra the effect was much more profound and my nipples started to harden and swell making me awfully uncomfortable sitting before a male. Moreover, I could sense that my thighs had started to emit slight amount of heat and it was difficult for me to sit still.
Chacha-ji: Ram bhi to jawan ho raha hai! Usse bhi pata chal raha hai ke kis harkat se anand milta hai aur kis-se nehi...
I was feeling so embarrassed that I was not able to utter a word. In the pretext of adjusting my pallu I pushed my hands more towards my body and virtually tried to press my own breasts to feel at ease! Seeing me to blush, Chacha-ji repeated his question and he probably was more encouraged and smashed all decency levels!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... chup rehne se kaise hoga.... Batao to sehi... Ram jab tumse close hota hai... kya wo tumhari ye sugothit badi badi choochiyan dabane ki kosish nehi karta?
I had to answer now!
Me: Err... nehi Chacha-ji... Ram kabhi... matlab.... abhi tak to dabaya nahi hai...
Chacha-ji: Strange! Apne fingers se halke se bhi choone ki kosis nehi kiya hai? Very strange!
Me: Nehi... err... mera matlab... haa... matlab... halke se apni fingers ko touch zaroor kiya tha... par mujhe wo janbujhkar to nehi lage!
Chacha-ji: To kya jab bhi Ram tumhe peeche se pakadta hai uske fingers tumare...
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... zyadatar Ram jab mujhe peeche se pakadta hai to uska haat mere pet ke aspas hi rehta hai... par kal hi uske fingers halke se mere... err... mera matlab... mere breasts ko chuwa tha!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... kal... hmm....
I was looking impatiently at Chacha-ji and was wondering what deduction he would make regarding my son out of this action.
Chacha-ji: Uss waqt tum kya peheni huyi thi?
As soon as Chacha-ji asked me this question as if a lightning passed through my mind! Oh yes! Yesterday I was not wearing one of my regular nighties that I generally wear at night, but was wearing an old one as all my nighties were wet. And yes, while I was wearing that I did notice that it was somewhat more transparent than my other regular nighties, but I still decided to wear it as there was no other option.
Me: Err... meri black wali nighty Chacha-ji... par ek baat hai...
Chacha-ji: Kya?
Me: Kiyu ki kal mere sare nighty bhige huye the... to mai uss black wali nighty peheni thi... jo main aam taur pe nehi pehenti hu...
Chacha-ji: Kiyu nehi pehenti ho? Wo purani ho gayi hai ya kuch aur waja hai?
Me: Purani to zarur hai... aur... matlab... thoda zyada transparent bhi hai... err... Chacha-ji... kya iss liye kal Ram...???
Chacha-ji: Ho sakta hai Beti... aur kiyu ki tum Harpal ko doodh pilane ke chakkar mei bra bhi nehi pehenti ho... to phir tumhari ye ghanakar gol choochiyan dekhke agar bechare Ram ka khada bhi ho gaya hoga... tau mai usme Ram ka koi dosh nehi dekhta!
Chacha-ji had started talking to me in the same horny way like the other day and was using direct crude language to describe my breasts’ shape and size! I could not object even such was the environment! I could feel my body had started to respond to it also! In fact I was noticing that my embarrassment and shyness was making me horny!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ek tau tumhari figure itni shandar hai.... koi nehi kahega ke tum do bête ki maa ho.... upar se tum agar transparent nighty peheni huyi thi to tum lagbhag nangi hi thi uske samne?
Me: Nehi... nehi... utni bhi transparent nehi tha...
Chacha-ji: Are thik hai Beti... mai samajh sakta hoon baat... par tumhari jism expose to ho rahi thi naa Ram ke samne?
Me: Ji... thoda...
Chacha-ji: Mujhe lagta hai... jab wo tumhare badan se lipta hoga tau utni karreb se zarror tumhari choochiyan usse puri tarah dikh raha hoga aur usi mei uska khada ho gaya aur josh mei aake usne tumhari doodh ko dabane ki koshish kiya hoga.
Naturally I was feeling rather mortified as Chacha-ji continued to describe vividly what could have happened while my son was hugging me from behind. Realizing that my breathing got heavier, and instead of feeling ashamed or getting angry about my son’s dirty act, I was rather trying to recapitulate the moments when Ram had hugged me! I was also feeling contended the way my landlord certified that I did not look like a mom of two kids.
Chacha-ji: Oh! Ek baat poochna to mai bhul hi gaya!
Me: Aur kya poochna hai Chacha-ji?
We both smiled at each other.
Chacha-ji: Are tum wo books sahi hisab se secret place me Ram ke nazar se door rakhhi thi ke nehi?
Me: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... abhi to uska growing age hai aur ye sab hot books uske liye bilkul popcorn aur chips ke jaise hai... he will try to grab them at any cost!
Me: Aap bilkul befikar rahiye Chacha-ji... Ram wo books kabhi dhoond nehi payega.
Chacha-ji: Bahut accha... par tum wo books padi ke nehi Beti?
He asked me in such an eager manner as if those books contained the sayings of Swami Vivekanand!
Me: Ji... (in a whispering tone) ...par bahot hi gandi bhasha thi un books ki... aur pictures bhi bilkul vulgar hai...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... iss gandi bhasha ke karan to ye sab books bikti hai! Aur ye sab incest stories mei achhi pictures kaha se ayegi Beti... maa-bete aur baap-beti ki nangi tasvire hi to hogi naa... He he he he he...
Thought Chacha-ji was laughing, I was silent as I did not find anything to reply. The fact remained that when Ram went to school and after I had fed Harpal and finished my household chores, I did go through the books in the afternoon and remained extremely horny and heated up throughout that period. Since I was not in any physical contact with my husband, I was all the more keen to go through them! I made sure that I locked my bedroom properly and then started reading those porn books. To feel comfortable and at ease I even stripped off my sari and was in my petticoat and blouse while reading and I had to admit that though the language and presentation were too crude and vulgar, each of the story was very hot and full of excitement! I could not refrain myself from opening my blouse and pressing my naked breasts as I read through the hottest fucking sessions. I pinched and caressed my nipples and even fingered me opening my petticoat as I glanced through the vulgar intimate pictures in the books.
Chacha-ji again started injecting bold direct physical words in our conversation which immediately made me feel embarrassed and blushed.
Me: Haan... shayad thoda kiya tha...
Chacha-ji: Matlab... uska khada tha?
Me: Khada?... err... matlab... haan shayad... par mai thik se dhyan nehi de payi... kitchen mei kaam jo kar rahi thi.
Chacha-ji: Ram ka lund zarur khada tha Beti jab wo tumhare karreeb tha... ye to swabhabik sharirik prakriya hai... (thinking for a while looking upwards) kya woh apna lund tumhari gaand per ragad raha tha?
I naturally objected immediately as nothing of that sort happened.
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa kuch Ram kabhi nehi kiya hai!
Chacha-ji: Thik se socho Beti... ragad agar nahi bhi raha tha par zaroor wo uska lund tumhare gaand par daba raha hoga?
I thought for a while and had to admit that Chacha-ji was correct.
Me (nodding): Ji Chacha-ji... aap sehi bole... usne apna lu... err...I mean.... pressure to de raha tha mere peechhe.
Chacha-ji: Beti... bura mat manna... iss liye hi mai pooch raha tha kiyu ki ye harkat to normal hai ek jawan ladke ke liye karna.
I just remained quiet and as if waited for the next perverted question!
Chacha-ji: Yaha pe aur ek baat mehetwopurn hai...
I looked questionably at him. Chacha-ji nodded and took his left hand right onto his crotch area and started massaging his cock directly in front of me!
Chacha-ji: Ye jo Ram tumhe roz peeche se chipakta hai... uska khada lund tumhari pichwade mei dabata hai... uska irada tum samajh payi?
Me: Irada?
Chacha-ji: Kya tum ye dhyan nehi di ke Ram ka irada sirf uska lund tumhari mangsal pichwade pe dabana nehi tha... bal ki wo tumhari ass crack pe apna lund ghusane ki kosis mei hai!
Me: What? Kabhi nehi... aisa kuch bhi nehi hua Chacha-ji... aap Ram pe bewaja ilzam laga rahe ho!
I honestly did not find my son trying to do that, but day before yesterday when he hugged me from behind... I was totally unprepared and the posture was such that my heavy ass bumped on his crotch as I tried to move away initially from his hug and I clearly felt his hardened rod on my ass crack for a moment.
Chacha-ji: Tumhe shayad kharab lag raha hai meri baat... but you must also remember that I must have a clear understanding of Ram’s behavior... then only I can clearly see through his intentions... are you getting me Beti?
Me: Ji... ji... par aap ko kya lagta hai Chacha-ji... Ram kya puri tarah se bigad chukka hai?
My motherly mind was naturally very, very anxious about the state of my son’s adolescence.
Chacha-ji: Wo kehne ki waqt abhi nehi aya hai Beti... let me first know the whole aspect.
Me: Hmm... okay...
Chacha-ji: Aachha ab thik se soch-ke ek baat batao...
Me: Kya Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Jab Ram tumhe peeche se chipak kar apna lund tumhari pichwade par dabata hai... tau kya usne tumhari dono doodh ko bhi dabane ki kosish karta hai?
I blushed instantly and could not reply anything instantly.
Chacha-ji: Are beti... tum to shadi-shuda ho... tum kya nehi janti mard-logo ke achran? Aurat ke doodh dabane ka to bahana chahiye! Aur aisa bhi to nehi hai ke (he looked directly at my twin mammaries) ...tumhari mamme chote hai......ausndar hai... jhulne lage hai... jo Ram ko akarshit nehi karega!
Talking to this elderly man was indeed getting extremely embarrassing for me the way he was chatting. He clearly said (without saying) that my breasts are big, appealing and erect for any male to super-like. I could instantly feel an erection in my nipples and since today I was not wearing any bra the effect was much more profound and my nipples started to harden and swell making me awfully uncomfortable sitting before a male. Moreover, I could sense that my thighs had started to emit slight amount of heat and it was difficult for me to sit still.
Chacha-ji: Ram bhi to jawan ho raha hai! Usse bhi pata chal raha hai ke kis harkat se anand milta hai aur kis-se nehi...
I was feeling so embarrassed that I was not able to utter a word. In the pretext of adjusting my pallu I pushed my hands more towards my body and virtually tried to press my own breasts to feel at ease! Seeing me to blush, Chacha-ji repeated his question and he probably was more encouraged and smashed all decency levels!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... chup rehne se kaise hoga.... Batao to sehi... Ram jab tumse close hota hai... kya wo tumhari ye sugothit badi badi choochiyan dabane ki kosish nehi karta?
I had to answer now!
Me: Err... nehi Chacha-ji... Ram kabhi... matlab.... abhi tak to dabaya nahi hai...
Chacha-ji: Strange! Apne fingers se halke se bhi choone ki kosis nehi kiya hai? Very strange!
Me: Nehi... err... mera matlab... haa... matlab... halke se apni fingers ko touch zaroor kiya tha... par mujhe wo janbujhkar to nehi lage!
Chacha-ji: To kya jab bhi Ram tumhe peeche se pakadta hai uske fingers tumare...
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... zyadatar Ram jab mujhe peeche se pakadta hai to uska haat mere pet ke aspas hi rehta hai... par kal hi uske fingers halke se mere... err... mera matlab... mere breasts ko chuwa tha!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... kal... hmm....
I was looking impatiently at Chacha-ji and was wondering what deduction he would make regarding my son out of this action.
Chacha-ji: Uss waqt tum kya peheni huyi thi?
As soon as Chacha-ji asked me this question as if a lightning passed through my mind! Oh yes! Yesterday I was not wearing one of my regular nighties that I generally wear at night, but was wearing an old one as all my nighties were wet. And yes, while I was wearing that I did notice that it was somewhat more transparent than my other regular nighties, but I still decided to wear it as there was no other option.
Me: Err... meri black wali nighty Chacha-ji... par ek baat hai...
Chacha-ji: Kya?
Me: Kiyu ki kal mere sare nighty bhige huye the... to mai uss black wali nighty peheni thi... jo main aam taur pe nehi pehenti hu...
Chacha-ji: Kiyu nehi pehenti ho? Wo purani ho gayi hai ya kuch aur waja hai?
Me: Purani to zarur hai... aur... matlab... thoda zyada transparent bhi hai... err... Chacha-ji... kya iss liye kal Ram...???
Chacha-ji: Ho sakta hai Beti... aur kiyu ki tum Harpal ko doodh pilane ke chakkar mei bra bhi nehi pehenti ho... to phir tumhari ye ghanakar gol choochiyan dekhke agar bechare Ram ka khada bhi ho gaya hoga... tau mai usme Ram ka koi dosh nehi dekhta!
Chacha-ji had started talking to me in the same horny way like the other day and was using direct crude language to describe my breasts’ shape and size! I could not object even such was the environment! I could feel my body had started to respond to it also! In fact I was noticing that my embarrassment and shyness was making me horny!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ek tau tumhari figure itni shandar hai.... koi nehi kahega ke tum do bête ki maa ho.... upar se tum agar transparent nighty peheni huyi thi to tum lagbhag nangi hi thi uske samne?
Me: Nehi... nehi... utni bhi transparent nehi tha...
Chacha-ji: Are thik hai Beti... mai samajh sakta hoon baat... par tumhari jism expose to ho rahi thi naa Ram ke samne?
Me: Ji... thoda...
Chacha-ji: Mujhe lagta hai... jab wo tumhare badan se lipta hoga tau utni karreb se zarror tumhari choochiyan usse puri tarah dikh raha hoga aur usi mei uska khada ho gaya aur josh mei aake usne tumhari doodh ko dabane ki koshish kiya hoga.
Naturally I was feeling rather mortified as Chacha-ji continued to describe vividly what could have happened while my son was hugging me from behind. Realizing that my breathing got heavier, and instead of feeling ashamed or getting angry about my son’s dirty act, I was rather trying to recapitulate the moments when Ram had hugged me! I was also feeling contended the way my landlord certified that I did not look like a mom of two kids.
Chacha-ji: Oh! Ek baat poochna to mai bhul hi gaya!
Me: Aur kya poochna hai Chacha-ji?
We both smiled at each other.
Chacha-ji: Are tum wo books sahi hisab se secret place me Ram ke nazar se door rakhhi thi ke nehi?
Me: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... abhi to uska growing age hai aur ye sab hot books uske liye bilkul popcorn aur chips ke jaise hai... he will try to grab them at any cost!
Me: Aap bilkul befikar rahiye Chacha-ji... Ram wo books kabhi dhoond nehi payega.
Chacha-ji: Bahut accha... par tum wo books padi ke nehi Beti?
He asked me in such an eager manner as if those books contained the sayings of Swami Vivekanand!
Me: Ji... (in a whispering tone) ...par bahot hi gandi bhasha thi un books ki... aur pictures bhi bilkul vulgar hai...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... iss gandi bhasha ke karan to ye sab books bikti hai! Aur ye sab incest stories mei achhi pictures kaha se ayegi Beti... maa-bete aur baap-beti ki nangi tasvire hi to hogi naa... He he he he he...
Thought Chacha-ji was laughing, I was silent as I did not find anything to reply. The fact remained that when Ram went to school and after I had fed Harpal and finished my household chores, I did go through the books in the afternoon and remained extremely horny and heated up throughout that period. Since I was not in any physical contact with my husband, I was all the more keen to go through them! I made sure that I locked my bedroom properly and then started reading those porn books. To feel comfortable and at ease I even stripped off my sari and was in my petticoat and blouse while reading and I had to admit that though the language and presentation were too crude and vulgar, each of the story was very hot and full of excitement! I could not refrain myself from opening my blouse and pressing my naked breasts as I read through the hottest fucking sessions. I pinched and caressed my nipples and even fingered me opening my petticoat as I glanced through the vulgar intimate pictures in the books.
I could not defy in my mind that I thoroughly enjoyed the stories.
Chacha-ji: Tumhe kaun si story sab se achchi lagi?
I was obviously not expecting this question and fumbled to reply. In no way I wanted to give Chacha-ji the feel that I really liked and enjoyed those horny stories.
Me: Mmm... Chacha-ji... err... mera matlab... maine saari nahin padi.
Chacha-ji: Tau kaun si padi?
Me: Wahi jo aapne bataya tha... mera matlab mother aur son wali.
Chacha-ji: Wah... usme to bahut jordar daba-dabi aur chumma-chati hai maa aur bete ki... Tum dekha uss mei kaise maa apne bete ko dheere dheere seduce karta hai apni adhi-nangi jism dikha kar?....aur bar bar apne bete ko chodne ke liye uksaati hai?
Chacha-ji probably was deliberately using all the dirty provocative words to humiliate and embarrass me more and more. He must have been enjoying this as time and again I noted that he was adjusting his lund and today even more brazenly as there was no cover of a book on his lap!
I sighed remembering my elated state while reading those books and hence just meekly nodded to him.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... why I am telling you to read those books Beti... then you will have a clear idea about what your son is up to... which is very important in order to reform him.
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: But you will be glad to know Beti... that I had been following Ram for the last couple of days... even sometimes outside our house and I have not found him guilty of any affinity towards any female, neither any woman older than him nor any girl of his age.
Me: Oh! Chacha-ji... ye to mujhe hi karna chahiye... beta to mera hai.... par aap... bahut bahut sukriya aap ko...
Chacha-ji: But Beti... we cannot be complacent depending on this data...
Me: Zahir hai...
Chacha-ji: Aur Beti ab se tumhe ye sunischit karna padega ke Ram bahar ki duniya ki taraf akarshit na ho aur na behek jaye...
Me: Par... kaise Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Ha... wohi point pe mai aa raha hoon... Dekho Beti... kiyu ki ghar mei tum hi ek-matra akeli aurat ho aur Ram ke sabse kareeb ho... to tumhe Ram ko kisi bhi keemat pe tumhari taraf akarshit karke rakhna hoga!
Me: Akarshit... matlab...
Chacha-ji: Akarshit matlab jo tum samajh rahi ho wohi... aur koi chara nehi hai... kiyu ki agar usko hum ek aisa vbtavaran nehi de paye jaha uska utsukta ka nivaran ho.... jaha uska jawan hone ka ehsaas ho... wo zaroor bahar ki duniya ki taraf jhookega.
Me: Magar...
Chacha-ji: Tum agar-magar kuch bhi bol sakti ho Beti... par jaise Ram ko jawan hone se tum nehi rok sakti, waise iss umar mei uss ka aurat ke sharir ke prati akarshit aur pralubdh hona bhi tum rok nehi sakti!
Chacha-ji paused and looked directly into my eyes.
Chacha-ji: Ab faisla tumhare haat mei hai.
Me: Par ye kaise ho sakta hai?
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... jaise jaise wo ye sex ke kitabe aur padhne lagega... aurat ki nangi tasveere dekhega... uska utsukta aur pyaas aur badhega asliyat mei usse pane ke liye... samajh rahi ho naa?
Me: Hmm...
Chacha-ji: Aur asliyat yani vastaav uske liye kya hai? Ye ghar hai... agar usse is ghar mei uska utsukta ka jawab milta hai to wo bahar nehi dekhega... aur agar wo cheez yaha nehi milta hai to wo kuch dino mei hi randi-bazar jana chalu karega jaha aurat ko wo nangi bhi payega aur kisi randi se sex ke path bhi padh lega!
Chacha-ji probably knew exactly how to mould me and block my mind such that I would have no other way but to surrender to him. And, exactly that happened.... the very word “randi-bazar” made me so frightened and nervous that it refrained my brain to function and I readily submitted to my perverted landlord’s clutches!
Me: Nehi... nehi... ye nehi ho sakta!
Chacha-ji: Ye ho jayga Beti agar tum aur ek din bhi waste kiye...kiyu ki ye cheez to tum manke chalo ke stories mei jo cheez wo padh raha hai... vastav mei wo cheez wo dainik dhoond raha hoga... aur zyada din ye agar usse nehi milta hai to...
Me: Mai samjh gayi Chacha-ji... ap jaldi bolo mujhe kya karna hai?
Chach-ji: Hmm... batata hoon... ab dekho Ram ke acharan se ye to spast hai ke tum usse pasand ho... matlab... wo tumhe stare karta hai, wo tumhe gaal pe kiss karta hai... tumse chipakta bhi hai... aur to aur... last time tumhari choochiyan bhi dabane ki kosis kiya hai...
I nodded. All that Chacha-ji said... I could not deny!
Chacha-ji: To mere khayal se tumhari pehli step ye hogi ke tum zyada se zyada time uske sang bitao... aur apni sundarta se use mohit karke rakhho.
Me: Sundarta se?
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... apne iss jawan kamatur sharir ki sundarta se! Yehi ek aakhri raasta hai Ram ko sudharne ke liye.
I was in complete command of my landlord and in the pretext of my son he had just started to exploit me!
Chacha-ji: Ha beti... tumhari ye jawani tumhare jawan bête to randi-bazar jane se bacha sakta hai! Tumhari pehli kadam hogi Ram ke kareeb rehna... aur visesh rup se uss time mei jab tum Harpal ko doodh pilati ho...
I almost exclaimed at this naughty suggestion – “Kya?”
Chacha-ji: Ha Beti... Mai chahta hoon ke tum jaan bujh ke Ram ke samne Harpal ko doodh pilao. Yaad rakhho ke Ram ko abhi nari sharir dekhne mei hi sab se interest hai... aur ye prayog...
Me: Par Chacha-ji... uske samne doodh pilayi to... mera matlab... Ram ko to meri...
Chacha-ji: Ha Beti... Mai yehi chahta hoon ke Ram ko tumhari mamme dikhayi de... iss mei sharam kiasa? Bete agar maa ki choochiyan dekhta hai to koi paap nehi hota bal ki wo agar doosri aurat ki nangi choochi dekhta to paap hota!
Me: Par...
Chacha-ji: Ab ye nirnay to tumhare haat mei hai beti... Ek baat mat bhulo... agar roz din mei do bar tum Ram ke samne Harpal ko stan-paan karati ho... to iss drisya ka asar Ram ke upar zaroor hoga...
Chacha-ji now looked at my boobs directly and even licked his lips!
Chacha-ji: ...yaha tak ki shaadi ke itne saalo baad bhi tumhari choochiyan itni ghanakar aur khada dikhta hai... koi bhi mard akarshit ho jayega! Aur ho sakta hai ke isi bahane uska ye gandi kitab padhne ka swabhab badal jaye! You never know!
I did not know what to answer; the elderly man had already broken all decency limits and things were going totally out of my hands! Chacha-ji just now praised the shape and outlook of my breasts... even licked his lips in appreciation of my breast beauty... and how they looked after several years of my marriage; not even in my wildest dreams I could imagine that my landlord describing this to me! I could not even develop any kind objection in my mind to his filthy proposal! I just continued to stare at his face bluntly.
Chacha-ji: Ye cheez tum aj shaam se hi chalu karo... but... but you don’t look confident at all... baat kya hai Beti?
Me: Mmm... err... nehi... nehi... kuch nehi Chahca-ji!
Chacha-ji: Are tum ye kaam kar paogi na?
Me: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: Ab se jo bhi tum aage karogi... sab Ram ke sudharne ki khatir... bas aise hi sochna!
Me: Ji... Chacha-ji... I can understand.
Chacha-ji: Par ek baat zaroor yaad rakhna Beti... aam taur pe jot um karti ho Harpal ko doodh pilane ke time me... wo yaha karne se apna maqsad pura nehi hoga...
I was naturally a bit confused. What was Chacha-ji trying to indicate?
Me: Mai samjhi nehi Chacha-ji... ap kaun si baat yaad rakhne ke liye bol rehe hain?
Chacha-ji: Mai samjhata hoon Beti... Aam taur pe tum Harpal ko godd mei leke doodh pilane ke waqt apni pallu se dhak leti ho naa...
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Ram ke samne wo cheez mat karna... taki doodh pilane ki poori prakriye Ram thik se dekh paye... samajh rahi ho na meri baat?
What was Chacha-ji saying? If I did not keep a cover with my pallu on the feeding baby, my son would be able to see my entire naked breast including my nipple being sucked by the baby!
Me: Par Chacha-ji... how can I do that? Ye to badi... mera matlab... ye to badi besharmi hogi...
Chacha-ji: Agar ye thodi si besharmi Ram ke dimag se gandi kitabon ka bhoot hata sakta hai... to besharmi-hi sahi!
There was nothing more that I could say or add to what Chacha-ji had spelt out and I just quietly nodded and offered my agreement to his proposed task of breastfeeding my baby in front of Ram!
An hour or so passed. I was in my bedroom while Ram was studying loudly in the other room and Harpal was playing on his own on the bed. Chacha-ji’s words naturally was haunting my mind and I was still not 100% confident to execute what was proposed to me. My heart rate and pulse rates were definitely higher than normal from the time Chacha-ji has left and my lips were getting dry time and again in my anticipation and nervousness. I glanced at the door and seeing there was no threat of being caught I quickly took Harpal in my lap and tried a rehearsal!
I sat on the bed and took Harpal on my lap. I pushed up my sari pallu towards my shoulder and opened the last two hooks of my blouse. Since I was not wearing any bra I tried to gently squeeze out my right breast, but it was not possible due to the big size of my breasts and I had to open another hook at least in order to squeeze out my nipple. So I opened another hook and pulled out more of my right mammary, obviously not fully, but till my nipple got exposed out of the blouse. I checked in the mirror how much I was exposing because this much Ram would be able to see and honestly I was scared to note that half of my fair round tit was clearly visible including my blackish brown areola and swollen right nipple which my baby had just grasped in his lips for sucking. I was a bit puzzled as to whether this sort of blatant exposure would be okay for my Class VIII son.
Just then I heard Ram’s voice.
Ram: Mummy... Mummy... ek bar ana please...
Me: Aayi!
Since the baby was eagerly sucking milk from my breast I did not hinder that process and went to the other room with Harpal in my lap.
Chacha-ji: Tumhe kaun si story sab se achchi lagi?
I was obviously not expecting this question and fumbled to reply. In no way I wanted to give Chacha-ji the feel that I really liked and enjoyed those horny stories.
Me: Mmm... Chacha-ji... err... mera matlab... maine saari nahin padi.
Chacha-ji: Tau kaun si padi?
Me: Wahi jo aapne bataya tha... mera matlab mother aur son wali.
Chacha-ji: Wah... usme to bahut jordar daba-dabi aur chumma-chati hai maa aur bete ki... Tum dekha uss mei kaise maa apne bete ko dheere dheere seduce karta hai apni adhi-nangi jism dikha kar?....aur bar bar apne bete ko chodne ke liye uksaati hai?
Chacha-ji probably was deliberately using all the dirty provocative words to humiliate and embarrass me more and more. He must have been enjoying this as time and again I noted that he was adjusting his lund and today even more brazenly as there was no cover of a book on his lap!
I sighed remembering my elated state while reading those books and hence just meekly nodded to him.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... why I am telling you to read those books Beti... then you will have a clear idea about what your son is up to... which is very important in order to reform him.
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: But you will be glad to know Beti... that I had been following Ram for the last couple of days... even sometimes outside our house and I have not found him guilty of any affinity towards any female, neither any woman older than him nor any girl of his age.
Me: Oh! Chacha-ji... ye to mujhe hi karna chahiye... beta to mera hai.... par aap... bahut bahut sukriya aap ko...
Chacha-ji: But Beti... we cannot be complacent depending on this data...
Me: Zahir hai...
Chacha-ji: Aur Beti ab se tumhe ye sunischit karna padega ke Ram bahar ki duniya ki taraf akarshit na ho aur na behek jaye...
Me: Par... kaise Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Ha... wohi point pe mai aa raha hoon... Dekho Beti... kiyu ki ghar mei tum hi ek-matra akeli aurat ho aur Ram ke sabse kareeb ho... to tumhe Ram ko kisi bhi keemat pe tumhari taraf akarshit karke rakhna hoga!
Me: Akarshit... matlab...
Chacha-ji: Akarshit matlab jo tum samajh rahi ho wohi... aur koi chara nehi hai... kiyu ki agar usko hum ek aisa vbtavaran nehi de paye jaha uska utsukta ka nivaran ho.... jaha uska jawan hone ka ehsaas ho... wo zaroor bahar ki duniya ki taraf jhookega.
Me: Magar...
Chacha-ji: Tum agar-magar kuch bhi bol sakti ho Beti... par jaise Ram ko jawan hone se tum nehi rok sakti, waise iss umar mei uss ka aurat ke sharir ke prati akarshit aur pralubdh hona bhi tum rok nehi sakti!
Chacha-ji paused and looked directly into my eyes.
Chacha-ji: Ab faisla tumhare haat mei hai.
Me: Par ye kaise ho sakta hai?
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... jaise jaise wo ye sex ke kitabe aur padhne lagega... aurat ki nangi tasveere dekhega... uska utsukta aur pyaas aur badhega asliyat mei usse pane ke liye... samajh rahi ho naa?
Me: Hmm...
Chacha-ji: Aur asliyat yani vastaav uske liye kya hai? Ye ghar hai... agar usse is ghar mei uska utsukta ka jawab milta hai to wo bahar nehi dekhega... aur agar wo cheez yaha nehi milta hai to wo kuch dino mei hi randi-bazar jana chalu karega jaha aurat ko wo nangi bhi payega aur kisi randi se sex ke path bhi padh lega!
Chacha-ji probably knew exactly how to mould me and block my mind such that I would have no other way but to surrender to him. And, exactly that happened.... the very word “randi-bazar” made me so frightened and nervous that it refrained my brain to function and I readily submitted to my perverted landlord’s clutches!
Me: Nehi... nehi... ye nehi ho sakta!
Chacha-ji: Ye ho jayga Beti agar tum aur ek din bhi waste kiye...kiyu ki ye cheez to tum manke chalo ke stories mei jo cheez wo padh raha hai... vastav mei wo cheez wo dainik dhoond raha hoga... aur zyada din ye agar usse nehi milta hai to...
Me: Mai samjh gayi Chacha-ji... ap jaldi bolo mujhe kya karna hai?
Chach-ji: Hmm... batata hoon... ab dekho Ram ke acharan se ye to spast hai ke tum usse pasand ho... matlab... wo tumhe stare karta hai, wo tumhe gaal pe kiss karta hai... tumse chipakta bhi hai... aur to aur... last time tumhari choochiyan bhi dabane ki kosis kiya hai...
I nodded. All that Chacha-ji said... I could not deny!
Chacha-ji: To mere khayal se tumhari pehli step ye hogi ke tum zyada se zyada time uske sang bitao... aur apni sundarta se use mohit karke rakhho.
Me: Sundarta se?
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... apne iss jawan kamatur sharir ki sundarta se! Yehi ek aakhri raasta hai Ram ko sudharne ke liye.
I was in complete command of my landlord and in the pretext of my son he had just started to exploit me!
Chacha-ji: Ha beti... tumhari ye jawani tumhare jawan bête to randi-bazar jane se bacha sakta hai! Tumhari pehli kadam hogi Ram ke kareeb rehna... aur visesh rup se uss time mei jab tum Harpal ko doodh pilati ho...
I almost exclaimed at this naughty suggestion – “Kya?”
Chacha-ji: Ha Beti... Mai chahta hoon ke tum jaan bujh ke Ram ke samne Harpal ko doodh pilao. Yaad rakhho ke Ram ko abhi nari sharir dekhne mei hi sab se interest hai... aur ye prayog...
Me: Par Chacha-ji... uske samne doodh pilayi to... mera matlab... Ram ko to meri...
Chacha-ji: Ha Beti... Mai yehi chahta hoon ke Ram ko tumhari mamme dikhayi de... iss mei sharam kiasa? Bete agar maa ki choochiyan dekhta hai to koi paap nehi hota bal ki wo agar doosri aurat ki nangi choochi dekhta to paap hota!
Me: Par...
Chacha-ji: Ab ye nirnay to tumhare haat mei hai beti... Ek baat mat bhulo... agar roz din mei do bar tum Ram ke samne Harpal ko stan-paan karati ho... to iss drisya ka asar Ram ke upar zaroor hoga...
Chacha-ji now looked at my boobs directly and even licked his lips!
Chacha-ji: ...yaha tak ki shaadi ke itne saalo baad bhi tumhari choochiyan itni ghanakar aur khada dikhta hai... koi bhi mard akarshit ho jayega! Aur ho sakta hai ke isi bahane uska ye gandi kitab padhne ka swabhab badal jaye! You never know!
I did not know what to answer; the elderly man had already broken all decency limits and things were going totally out of my hands! Chacha-ji just now praised the shape and outlook of my breasts... even licked his lips in appreciation of my breast beauty... and how they looked after several years of my marriage; not even in my wildest dreams I could imagine that my landlord describing this to me! I could not even develop any kind objection in my mind to his filthy proposal! I just continued to stare at his face bluntly.
Chacha-ji: Ye cheez tum aj shaam se hi chalu karo... but... but you don’t look confident at all... baat kya hai Beti?
Me: Mmm... err... nehi... nehi... kuch nehi Chahca-ji!
Chacha-ji: Are tum ye kaam kar paogi na?
Me: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: Ab se jo bhi tum aage karogi... sab Ram ke sudharne ki khatir... bas aise hi sochna!
Me: Ji... Chacha-ji... I can understand.
Chacha-ji: Par ek baat zaroor yaad rakhna Beti... aam taur pe jot um karti ho Harpal ko doodh pilane ke time me... wo yaha karne se apna maqsad pura nehi hoga...
I was naturally a bit confused. What was Chacha-ji trying to indicate?
Me: Mai samjhi nehi Chacha-ji... ap kaun si baat yaad rakhne ke liye bol rehe hain?
Chacha-ji: Mai samjhata hoon Beti... Aam taur pe tum Harpal ko godd mei leke doodh pilane ke waqt apni pallu se dhak leti ho naa...
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Ram ke samne wo cheez mat karna... taki doodh pilane ki poori prakriye Ram thik se dekh paye... samajh rahi ho na meri baat?
What was Chacha-ji saying? If I did not keep a cover with my pallu on the feeding baby, my son would be able to see my entire naked breast including my nipple being sucked by the baby!
Me: Par Chacha-ji... how can I do that? Ye to badi... mera matlab... ye to badi besharmi hogi...
Chacha-ji: Agar ye thodi si besharmi Ram ke dimag se gandi kitabon ka bhoot hata sakta hai... to besharmi-hi sahi!
There was nothing more that I could say or add to what Chacha-ji had spelt out and I just quietly nodded and offered my agreement to his proposed task of breastfeeding my baby in front of Ram!
An hour or so passed. I was in my bedroom while Ram was studying loudly in the other room and Harpal was playing on his own on the bed. Chacha-ji’s words naturally was haunting my mind and I was still not 100% confident to execute what was proposed to me. My heart rate and pulse rates were definitely higher than normal from the time Chacha-ji has left and my lips were getting dry time and again in my anticipation and nervousness. I glanced at the door and seeing there was no threat of being caught I quickly took Harpal in my lap and tried a rehearsal!
I sat on the bed and took Harpal on my lap. I pushed up my sari pallu towards my shoulder and opened the last two hooks of my blouse. Since I was not wearing any bra I tried to gently squeeze out my right breast, but it was not possible due to the big size of my breasts and I had to open another hook at least in order to squeeze out my nipple. So I opened another hook and pulled out more of my right mammary, obviously not fully, but till my nipple got exposed out of the blouse. I checked in the mirror how much I was exposing because this much Ram would be able to see and honestly I was scared to note that half of my fair round tit was clearly visible including my blackish brown areola and swollen right nipple which my baby had just grasped in his lips for sucking. I was a bit puzzled as to whether this sort of blatant exposure would be okay for my Class VIII son.
Just then I heard Ram’s voice.
Ram: Mummy... Mummy... ek bar ana please...
Me: Aayi!
Since the baby was eagerly sucking milk from my breast I did not hinder that process and went to the other room with Harpal in my lap.
I was of course a bit annoyed as I could not complete my observation/rehearsal in front of the mirror as to how much I would be exposing to my son.
Me: Kya hai?
Ram: Dekho na Mummy... mere peeth pe kuch hai ke nehi? Lagatar Itching ho raha hai...
Saying that he quickly opened his T-shirt and faced the wall to show me his back and as he opened his T-shirt I could notice his shoulder muscles and the emerging V from his waist up to his armpits. I had seen Ram’s body in naked state so many times, but today there was something happening in me and I could not behave normally at all seeing my son’s smooth naked back.
Ram: Kuch hai kya?
Since the baby was sucking my right breast probably I felt all the more uncomfortable. My eyes were riveted on his naked back and I had started to breathe heavier. Though I could recognize that I was making a normal and regular thing complicated for myself, I could not stop myself thinking the sensual way.
Me: Dekhe to shai...
I leaned and touched his naked back and my whole body as if trembled in an untold excitement for a moment. My whole body as if ached and I licked my dry lips and even briskly scratched my pussy area over my sari and petticoat to remain calm and composed.
Me: Hmm... kuch to hai... lal dane jaisa...
Ram: Pur-e peeth mei hai Mummy?
Me: Ne...nehi... be...beech mei...
I was not able to talk properly as my left hand rubbed and felt his smooth naked back. I had started to exhale warm breaths and I could sense Harpal rejecting the nipple under my pallu as my nipples were getting harder and stiffer.
Ram: Kya lagayu Mummy? Bahut khujli ho rahi hai...
Me: Mai... mai... mai dekhti hoon...
Ram: Okay Mummy... tum Harpi ko doodh pila lo us-ke baad kuch laga dena... tum baitho na yaha?
I was not at all prepared for that request from my son! It was exactly what Chacha-ji wanted me to do! Obviously I got more edgy and now Ram was also facing me and he obviously might note my heavy boobs going up and down and uneasy state. Ram at that time was arranging some old clothes and I just sat in front on him on the divan while Harpal continued to suck milk from my mammaries.
Ram: Oye Harpi... mere bhai... thoda jaldi jaldi peele.. mujhe bahut khujli ho raha hai! Mummy... ye to jab dekho tabhi doodh pee raha hai? Din mei kitna bar peeta hai ye?
I tried my best to get to my normal self and tried to act normally with my son, but unfortunately was unable to hide my heavy bosom from going up and down.
Me: Mai kya ginn ke rakhti hoon?
Ram: Tum to jab bhi wo rota hai... usse doodh pilati ho... kaash mere paas bhi aisa kuch hota...
Me: Kiyu tujhe kya chahiye?
Ram: Mujhe bhi to doodh kitna pasand hai... tum kya janti nehi.... par tum to mujhe sirf do bar-i doodh deti ho!
Me: Are suno iski baat! Doodhwala jitna doodh deta hai utnahi to tujhe milega naa! Mai to chhaye bhi raw peeti hoon teri waje se!
Ram: Nehi Mummy... tum jhoot bol rahi ho!
Me: Jhoot? (smiling) Are mai tujhse khamkha jhoot kiyu bolungi?
Ram: Doodhwala-Chacha mujhe sach bol diya hai!
Me (frowning): Doodhwale chacha?
Ram: Ha Mummy... Doodhwala-Chacha bola hai ke main to pariyapt doodh deta hoon par tumhari mummy usse chupa leti hai... iss liye mujhe nehi milta...
Though I was talking to Ram I was not looking directly in his eyes and was as if more concerned with my sari and the feeding baby so that I could note how much he was peeping at me.
Me (amused): Chupa leti hoon? Par kaha? Kitchen to khula pada hai... tu dekh le!
Ram: Kitchen mei nehi...
Me: To aur kaha? Aur to aur... mai kis ke liye doodh chupake rakhongi?
Ram: Aur kiske liye... ye jo hai mere samne... mera bhai... Harpi!
Me: What? Ye kya bakwas hai?
Ram: Mai sahi bola iss liye tum naraz ho gayi...
I realized that I must not react in front of him, rather try to find out what the milkman had said to him.
Me: Nehi nehi beta... mai naraz kaha hoon?
Ram: Mujhe laga ke tum...
Me: Nehi beta.... aisi koi baat nehi hai... par mai ye zaroor jann-na chahti hoon ke doodwale-chacha tujhe exactly kya bola hai?
Ram: Doodhwala-Chacha bola hai ke tum usse jo doodh leti ho uska adha hissa apni mamme mei chupa leti ho aur mujhe baki adha hissa milta hai...
My mouth opened up in sheer amazement and exclaimed state. I was dumbstruck! How could the milkman comment like that! What audacity!
Ram: Mummy, Doodhwala-chacha kya kuch galat bola hai? Tumhari mamme jo hamesha badi badi dikhti hai... wo kya uska diya hua doodh se nehi?
I was totally clueless. What nonsense was this! What to say?
Ram: Par Mummy agar Doodhwala-Chacha galat bola hota to ye jo Harpi roz tumhari mamme choosta hai... to tumhari mamme ki size to choti ho jati... par wo to hamehsa bhara hua aur badi badi dikhti hai...
Ram continued to babble out his innocence which in turn opened my eyes about my milkman.
Me: Ye sab tujhe wo doodhwala bola hai?
Ram: Ji Mummy... ek din mai usko bahut daata ye bolke ke wo doodh kam deta hai aur mujhe paryapt doodh nehi milta hai... tab jake wo asliyat mujhe samjhaya!
This milkman was giving us milk for the last few months or so. To me he looked pretty decent and since he was a middle aged person, I never suspected anything dirty about him. But now I could realize that he must have been eyeing me for sometime! I was naturally curious to know what more rubbish he had told my son!
Me: Wo... mera matlab... wo tera doodhwale-chacha aur kya bataya tujhe mere bar-e mei?
I could comprehend that I had to be somewhat shameless in front of my son to know the truth.
Me: Ram... mera matlab... aur kuch wo bola mere... (I lowered my voice) ...mere... (I was literally fumbling) ... aur kuch wo bola mere mamme ke bare mei?
Ram: Bola naa Mummy... ke tumhare dono mamme bahut sundar hai kyon ki wo hameisha doodh se bhara rehta hai... iss liye hamehsa khada rehta hai...
Ram thought for a moment and added innocently...
Ram: Aur janti ho Mummy... doodhwala-chacha ko bhi mere jaisa doodh bahut pasand hai... aur wo ye bhi keh raha tha ke gilas se doodh pine ka wo maza nehi hai... jo mamme chhos ke pine ka hai...
“Sal-e harami ke pille” I murmured in my mind. I was so, so annoyed about the dirty talks of our milkman.
Me: Aur... tu.. tu kya bola?
Ram: Mai kya bolta... mai to has raha tha... itna budbak jo wo nikle...
Me: Ki... kiyu?
Ram: Are mai to bada ho gaya hoon... Mai kya tumhari mamme chooos ke doodh piyunga? Wo to Harpi ka kaam hai... par Doodhwala-Chacha bol raha tha ke tumhari mummy ke dono mamme itna sundar hai... itna golmatol hai... itna paripurn hai... itna doodh se bhara hai... ke mai ye dekh-ke bhi kaise gilas se doodh pita hoon!
I just looked blank hearing all this! What my son just told me made me simply shocked and thunderstruck. I just sat like a statue.
That confounded milkman! How could he inject such gibberish into my innocent son’s head? Simultaneously I was amazed by the audacity of that thug to discuss my breasts with my son!
I immediately realized that it was a big mistake on my part to take the milk from him without covering myself adequately because most of the days the milkman comes early in the morning and he invariably found me in my nightdress. Though I always made it a point to cover my upper part with a chunri before going in front of him, now I realize that it was not enough for covering him from the eyes of that pervert!
Was I still exposing too much to the milkman? I was honestly confused. I thought it was quite okay going in front of him like that, but reality definitely was speaking something else. Though my breasts remained bra-less, but the cover of the nighty and the chunri were adequate I thought, but now I could comprehend that harami ruffian was eyeing my big-sized breasts even under cover. Usually the milkman sat some feet away from the main door and waited for me sitting on the floor with his bucket of milk and I had to walk to him to hand over my utensil in which he poured the milk. My big and heavy bra-less boobs must have swayed and jiggled as I walked down to him and he must have enjotyed that thoroughly and that too in a regular way. Also, while handing him over the utensil, I had to bend towards him which might have given him a view of my cleavage over my low cut nighty and semi-transparent chunri. As I thought about this deeply I also gathered that the type of pervert he was he surely must have been enjoying my walk back to the house after I took the milk from him. And more so as from a sitting posture his eyes would have been almost in line with my pumpkin-like heavy-fleshed buttocks which must have swayed and shook in a sexy way inside my nighty in my panty-less condition.
Me: Hmmm...
I could well realize that all these must have made him pretty horny which in turn instigated him to make such vulgar and offensive remarks about me to my son!
Me: Dekh Ram... wo adami sadak-chap hai... uska baat ka yakin mat karna... ye sab baat sach nehi hai... uss doodhwale ki to mai kal hi chutti karunga ...
Ram: To sach kya hai Mummy? Tumhari mamme hamesha itni badi badi kaise dikhti hai?
I could sense that it would be a rather messy and embarrassing task for me to explain my son why my breasts appeared big-sized and full. I could sense that my body and senses were also getting ‘heated up’ to talk about all this with a male (my son). Hence I had no other option but to change the topic.
Me: Abhi ye sab baat chod... mai tujhe sari baat baad mei samjha doongi... tu bas... uss adami se kabhi bhi baat mat karna... thik hai?
Ram: Ji... par Mummy abhi samjhao na... mujhe janna hai!
I had to do something to get my son off that track because if I continued to chat with him on that topic of milk, breast size, and breast-milk, I would surely land up in a clumsy and embarrassing state.
Me: Kya hai?
Ram: Dekho na Mummy... mere peeth pe kuch hai ke nehi? Lagatar Itching ho raha hai...
Saying that he quickly opened his T-shirt and faced the wall to show me his back and as he opened his T-shirt I could notice his shoulder muscles and the emerging V from his waist up to his armpits. I had seen Ram’s body in naked state so many times, but today there was something happening in me and I could not behave normally at all seeing my son’s smooth naked back.
Ram: Kuch hai kya?
Since the baby was sucking my right breast probably I felt all the more uncomfortable. My eyes were riveted on his naked back and I had started to breathe heavier. Though I could recognize that I was making a normal and regular thing complicated for myself, I could not stop myself thinking the sensual way.
Me: Dekhe to shai...
I leaned and touched his naked back and my whole body as if trembled in an untold excitement for a moment. My whole body as if ached and I licked my dry lips and even briskly scratched my pussy area over my sari and petticoat to remain calm and composed.
Me: Hmm... kuch to hai... lal dane jaisa...
Ram: Pur-e peeth mei hai Mummy?
Me: Ne...nehi... be...beech mei...
I was not able to talk properly as my left hand rubbed and felt his smooth naked back. I had started to exhale warm breaths and I could sense Harpal rejecting the nipple under my pallu as my nipples were getting harder and stiffer.
Ram: Kya lagayu Mummy? Bahut khujli ho rahi hai...
Me: Mai... mai... mai dekhti hoon...
Ram: Okay Mummy... tum Harpi ko doodh pila lo us-ke baad kuch laga dena... tum baitho na yaha?
I was not at all prepared for that request from my son! It was exactly what Chacha-ji wanted me to do! Obviously I got more edgy and now Ram was also facing me and he obviously might note my heavy boobs going up and down and uneasy state. Ram at that time was arranging some old clothes and I just sat in front on him on the divan while Harpal continued to suck milk from my mammaries.
Ram: Oye Harpi... mere bhai... thoda jaldi jaldi peele.. mujhe bahut khujli ho raha hai! Mummy... ye to jab dekho tabhi doodh pee raha hai? Din mei kitna bar peeta hai ye?
I tried my best to get to my normal self and tried to act normally with my son, but unfortunately was unable to hide my heavy bosom from going up and down.
Me: Mai kya ginn ke rakhti hoon?
Ram: Tum to jab bhi wo rota hai... usse doodh pilati ho... kaash mere paas bhi aisa kuch hota...
Me: Kiyu tujhe kya chahiye?
Ram: Mujhe bhi to doodh kitna pasand hai... tum kya janti nehi.... par tum to mujhe sirf do bar-i doodh deti ho!
Me: Are suno iski baat! Doodhwala jitna doodh deta hai utnahi to tujhe milega naa! Mai to chhaye bhi raw peeti hoon teri waje se!
Ram: Nehi Mummy... tum jhoot bol rahi ho!
Me: Jhoot? (smiling) Are mai tujhse khamkha jhoot kiyu bolungi?
Ram: Doodhwala-Chacha mujhe sach bol diya hai!
Me (frowning): Doodhwale chacha?
Ram: Ha Mummy... Doodhwala-Chacha bola hai ke main to pariyapt doodh deta hoon par tumhari mummy usse chupa leti hai... iss liye mujhe nehi milta...
Though I was talking to Ram I was not looking directly in his eyes and was as if more concerned with my sari and the feeding baby so that I could note how much he was peeping at me.
Me (amused): Chupa leti hoon? Par kaha? Kitchen to khula pada hai... tu dekh le!
Ram: Kitchen mei nehi...
Me: To aur kaha? Aur to aur... mai kis ke liye doodh chupake rakhongi?
Ram: Aur kiske liye... ye jo hai mere samne... mera bhai... Harpi!
Me: What? Ye kya bakwas hai?
Ram: Mai sahi bola iss liye tum naraz ho gayi...
I realized that I must not react in front of him, rather try to find out what the milkman had said to him.
Me: Nehi nehi beta... mai naraz kaha hoon?
Ram: Mujhe laga ke tum...
Me: Nehi beta.... aisi koi baat nehi hai... par mai ye zaroor jann-na chahti hoon ke doodwale-chacha tujhe exactly kya bola hai?
Ram: Doodhwala-Chacha bola hai ke tum usse jo doodh leti ho uska adha hissa apni mamme mei chupa leti ho aur mujhe baki adha hissa milta hai...
My mouth opened up in sheer amazement and exclaimed state. I was dumbstruck! How could the milkman comment like that! What audacity!
Ram: Mummy, Doodhwala-chacha kya kuch galat bola hai? Tumhari mamme jo hamesha badi badi dikhti hai... wo kya uska diya hua doodh se nehi?
I was totally clueless. What nonsense was this! What to say?
Ram: Par Mummy agar Doodhwala-Chacha galat bola hota to ye jo Harpi roz tumhari mamme choosta hai... to tumhari mamme ki size to choti ho jati... par wo to hamehsa bhara hua aur badi badi dikhti hai...
Ram continued to babble out his innocence which in turn opened my eyes about my milkman.
Me: Ye sab tujhe wo doodhwala bola hai?
Ram: Ji Mummy... ek din mai usko bahut daata ye bolke ke wo doodh kam deta hai aur mujhe paryapt doodh nehi milta hai... tab jake wo asliyat mujhe samjhaya!
This milkman was giving us milk for the last few months or so. To me he looked pretty decent and since he was a middle aged person, I never suspected anything dirty about him. But now I could realize that he must have been eyeing me for sometime! I was naturally curious to know what more rubbish he had told my son!
Me: Wo... mera matlab... wo tera doodhwale-chacha aur kya bataya tujhe mere bar-e mei?
I could comprehend that I had to be somewhat shameless in front of my son to know the truth.
Me: Ram... mera matlab... aur kuch wo bola mere... (I lowered my voice) ...mere... (I was literally fumbling) ... aur kuch wo bola mere mamme ke bare mei?
Ram: Bola naa Mummy... ke tumhare dono mamme bahut sundar hai kyon ki wo hameisha doodh se bhara rehta hai... iss liye hamehsa khada rehta hai...
Ram thought for a moment and added innocently...
Ram: Aur janti ho Mummy... doodhwala-chacha ko bhi mere jaisa doodh bahut pasand hai... aur wo ye bhi keh raha tha ke gilas se doodh pine ka wo maza nehi hai... jo mamme chhos ke pine ka hai...
“Sal-e harami ke pille” I murmured in my mind. I was so, so annoyed about the dirty talks of our milkman.
Me: Aur... tu.. tu kya bola?
Ram: Mai kya bolta... mai to has raha tha... itna budbak jo wo nikle...
Me: Ki... kiyu?
Ram: Are mai to bada ho gaya hoon... Mai kya tumhari mamme chooos ke doodh piyunga? Wo to Harpi ka kaam hai... par Doodhwala-Chacha bol raha tha ke tumhari mummy ke dono mamme itna sundar hai... itna golmatol hai... itna paripurn hai... itna doodh se bhara hai... ke mai ye dekh-ke bhi kaise gilas se doodh pita hoon!
I just looked blank hearing all this! What my son just told me made me simply shocked and thunderstruck. I just sat like a statue.
That confounded milkman! How could he inject such gibberish into my innocent son’s head? Simultaneously I was amazed by the audacity of that thug to discuss my breasts with my son!
I immediately realized that it was a big mistake on my part to take the milk from him without covering myself adequately because most of the days the milkman comes early in the morning and he invariably found me in my nightdress. Though I always made it a point to cover my upper part with a chunri before going in front of him, now I realize that it was not enough for covering him from the eyes of that pervert!
Was I still exposing too much to the milkman? I was honestly confused. I thought it was quite okay going in front of him like that, but reality definitely was speaking something else. Though my breasts remained bra-less, but the cover of the nighty and the chunri were adequate I thought, but now I could comprehend that harami ruffian was eyeing my big-sized breasts even under cover. Usually the milkman sat some feet away from the main door and waited for me sitting on the floor with his bucket of milk and I had to walk to him to hand over my utensil in which he poured the milk. My big and heavy bra-less boobs must have swayed and jiggled as I walked down to him and he must have enjotyed that thoroughly and that too in a regular way. Also, while handing him over the utensil, I had to bend towards him which might have given him a view of my cleavage over my low cut nighty and semi-transparent chunri. As I thought about this deeply I also gathered that the type of pervert he was he surely must have been enjoying my walk back to the house after I took the milk from him. And more so as from a sitting posture his eyes would have been almost in line with my pumpkin-like heavy-fleshed buttocks which must have swayed and shook in a sexy way inside my nighty in my panty-less condition.
Me: Hmmm...
I could well realize that all these must have made him pretty horny which in turn instigated him to make such vulgar and offensive remarks about me to my son!
Me: Dekh Ram... wo adami sadak-chap hai... uska baat ka yakin mat karna... ye sab baat sach nehi hai... uss doodhwale ki to mai kal hi chutti karunga ...
Ram: To sach kya hai Mummy? Tumhari mamme hamesha itni badi badi kaise dikhti hai?
I could sense that it would be a rather messy and embarrassing task for me to explain my son why my breasts appeared big-sized and full. I could sense that my body and senses were also getting ‘heated up’ to talk about all this with a male (my son). Hence I had no other option but to change the topic.
Me: Abhi ye sab baat chod... mai tujhe sari baat baad mei samjha doongi... tu bas... uss adami se kabhi bhi baat mat karna... thik hai?
Ram: Ji... par Mummy abhi samjhao na... mujhe janna hai!
I had to do something to get my son off that track because if I continued to chat with him on that topic of milk, breast size, and breast-milk, I would surely land up in a clumsy and embarrassing state.
I instantly thought of Chacha-ji’s dose and somewhat of a visual erotica for my son could certainly save me in this situation.
I quickly decided to expose my mammary to Ram while breastfeeding as Chacha-ji had advised me. This time I found that surprisingly I was not feeling nervous at all to expose myself in front of my son, rather I was more than eager to do so such that Ram would deviate from the milkman topic!
Me: Ek minute... pehle mai Harpal ko sula doon...
I had already observed that though Ram was talking to me he was time and again looking at Harpal who was sucking my right breast and making a constant sexy resonance “chuk... chuk... chuk... chuk...”
Me: Beta.... mera raja beta.... abhi chod do... pee liya naa...
Saying that I slowly raised my pallu a bit more on the right so that my right breast was completely visible to Ram and I unhurriedly removed the baby’s lips off my right nipple and pushed my blouse down to cover my half-exposed right breast. I made sure that I gave ample opportunity to my grownup son to have a look at his mom’s fair-looking full and round tit as well as my blackish-brown swollen and glistening right nipple with a milk drop still crowning the tip of it. Finally I pulled down my pallu to look decent.
I could not meet eyes with him out of natural shyness, but I was fully aware that he was watching my naughty act with utmost eagerness. The very sensation that a male had peeped onto my naked breast and had seen my bare nipple made my blood start to gush through my vessels.
Me: Chal... pehle mai tera khujli ka ilaj kar deta hoon... wo karna hai ke nehi?
Ram: Yes, yes Mummy... bahut khujli ho raha hai...
I scored over my son and was able to deviate him from the milkman topic. Naturally I was also more than relieved and I quickly went ahead to get a suitable cream for him from the shelf, but just as I was doing that I noted a bulge in his half-pant! Though my son was trying hard to hide it, but his erect penis was quite evident in his tight half-pant and surely the erection was due to me! The very thought made me shy and blushing and I giggled on my own.
Ram: Mummy... am ready...
Ram was taking off his T-shirt, but my eyes were still fixed on the triangular tent formed in his pant, which was indeed a result of my boob exposure! I had to admit that Chacha-ji was absolutely right – my Ram was no longer a child, he was growing up! Though my son still talked innocently and believed to all those bullshit talks of the milkman, but he had grown up physically! He was a ‘male’ now!
Ram quickly lied down on the bed in a prone posture with his bare backside towards me. Though I was not able to provide my son very nutritious food, but still he had a well developed stature for a boy of class VIII. Since he exercised on his own, he had a somewhat muscular figure too. As I touched his naked skin and started rubbing the cream on his back, something was happening within me! I felt like... as if it was not my son... I was touching some other male!
My whole body ached and even in a bra-less condition I was feeling tightness in my breasts! I took a couple of deep breaths to recompose myself but to no avail. I could sense my fleshy thighs had also started to emit heat and this was indeed a definitive sign for any female that she was getting heated up sexually! For the first time ever in my life I was getting a turn-on through my son!!!
Initially I was rubbing the cream with my right hand but now involuntarily I was massaging my son’s back with both hands. The coldness of the cream and my warm soft palms must have been giving him great comfort from the itch as Ram emitted soft sounds of relief. The touch of my son’s smooth naked flat back - from his muscular shoulders to his waist area - was making me lose my composure!
Was my husband’s constant ‘physical absence’ from me taking a toll on me? My horniness was taking over my self-control and in no time I surpassed my task of relieving my son from his itches and went ahead! The itch problem was confined to the middle of his back, but I had already rubbed the cream all over his back in my horniness and stimulation. I even started massaging his muscular shoulders and Ram surely was enjoying thoroughly my soft warm palms and pressure on his naked upper part of the body.
Me: Ye kya Ram? Kitne din huya bal nehi katwaye?
As I inquired I pushed my fingers deep into his hairs and started massaging his scalp also. Obviously Ram did not mind or object it as he was enjoying his first ever ‘massage’ experience from a female! On the other hand my condition was deteriorating as I massaged him more and more. My big breasts were now going up and down much faster inside my blouse and since I was bra-less my nipples had grown to almost full size as I massaged his hair and scalp. My thighs and hips were also generating adequate amounts of heat and seeing that Ram was not able to see me, I quickly squeezed my both breasts once to feel somewhat at ease. At that point, I could not refrain myself from touching and massaging his naked muscular legs which remained exposed out of his half-pant.
Ram: Mummy... ye kya kar rahi ho? Gudgudi ho rahi hai...
Me: Are aj peeth me khujli hua hai... kal peyr me bhi to ho sakta hai... tu chupchap leta rahe...
Ram did not object further as I rubbed and virtually kneaded the backs of his naked muscular thighs. The hair growth on his legs was profuse, just like my husband’s, and I did note that while massaging as I pushed my palms up his legs towards the hem of his pant, he was quivering just a shade and moved his hips which was a clear indication of his erect manhood. I giggled sensing his condition and was encouraged more to massage especially the backs of his thighs. Naturally it was cumbersome for him and he had to adjust his hips more and more underlining the fact that he had a khada lund due to my massage!
Ram: Mummy... ab... ab chodo... (he was breathing heavier) ...ho gaya...
Me: Kiyu? Accha nehi lag raha hai?
Ram: Nehi nehi... achha to lag raha hai... par...(he exhaled deeply) par bahut gudgudi ho raha hai...
Saying that he tried to get up and as he turned his body towards me I could clearly note his penis in an erect position inside his tight half-pant. Ram was not able to meet my eyes and was giggling and quickly got up from the bed. He was trying his level best to hide his erect dick from me but it was simply not possible for him to fool a matured married female like me. Ram quickly got involved in arranging the old clothes but I noted that his erect penis was dangling in his pant and that very sight was making me feel extremely horny!
Ram: Thank... thank you Mummy... abhi... abhi khujli bilkul nehi hai...
He was trying to act smart and wanted to give me the feel that all was okay and normal, but unfortunately for him I had already detected his erect dangling dick inside his pants.
Ram: Mummy... mai toilet se aata hoon... aake ye saare kapde thik karke rakh doonga.
Me: Okay beta...
Why was he going to the toilet? To jerk off?
O Lord!
What dirty things was I thinking? My son would masturbate thinking about me... his mother!
Oh No!
But did he not get an erection seeing my jawani.... seeing my exposure... getting my warm touches??? How could I deny that fact? By now he must have taken his lund in his hand and jerking it to and fro thinking about my heaving breasts... my swollen nipple... and my soft touches all over his body!
As I thought all this.... unknowingly my left hand went towards my choot area and I was vigorously scratching and pressing my choot over my sari and petticoat... my pallu had fallen off my blouse-covered mammaries and I looked extremely sexy and indecent in that horny condition...
I had to pull up my pallu from the bed to cover my big sexy tits and reluctantly took away my left hand off my pussy area as I heard Ram was coming out of the toilet.
Me: Harpal ka khayal rakha....
Saying that I went out of the room in trembling steps as I was in absolutely no position to sit like that any more and indeed needed something to cool me off.
My whole body was aching and I had even started to leak in my pussy! My choot was also getting wet with my juices and I straight went inside the toilet where moments ago my son presumably shagged off thinking about me! Slamming the door I stripped off my sari as quickly as I could and started squeezing my mammaries over my blouse with my hands very tightly. I kneaded my firm breast flesh for several minutes and while doing that I pressed and pushed my big tight ass on the bathroom wall. This indeed gave me some ‘pleasure’ but of course not comparable to what I used to get from Vinay on bed. I pinched and twisted my hard swollen nipples over my blouse fabric and clenched my lips in extreme ecstasy. My whole body was throbbing in sexual heat as I opened the knot of my petticoat and dropped it down to the toilet floor. My hairy choot was now completely exposed and I spread my legs to open up my pussy more and more. I did not waste a second even to make my boobs free of the blouse cover and ripped open the hooks of my blouse.
I was now fully naked... my fair voluptuous body did not have even a thread on it. I was writhing in pain and pleasure as I breathed extremely heavily with my firm naked milk jugs going up and down in the most sexy manner, more so with my hard erect nipples looking like two ripe cherries and with my hairy matured choot totally uncovered I was truly depicting a sex goddess!
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh... Uuuiii maaaa...!
Naturally I had started emitting soft moans as I now pushed the middle finger of my left hand slowly inside my wet hairy choot. Since I was already much heated up, my finger went inside my pussy quite easily and seeing that I slowly pushed in two fingers at a time inside my choot which was of course much more pleasurable! Honestly it was after a long, long time that my body got heated up like this and I felt like masturbating! I was feeling extremely horny and was blind in excitement.
I quickly decided to expose my mammary to Ram while breastfeeding as Chacha-ji had advised me. This time I found that surprisingly I was not feeling nervous at all to expose myself in front of my son, rather I was more than eager to do so such that Ram would deviate from the milkman topic!
Me: Ek minute... pehle mai Harpal ko sula doon...
I had already observed that though Ram was talking to me he was time and again looking at Harpal who was sucking my right breast and making a constant sexy resonance “chuk... chuk... chuk... chuk...”
Me: Beta.... mera raja beta.... abhi chod do... pee liya naa...
Saying that I slowly raised my pallu a bit more on the right so that my right breast was completely visible to Ram and I unhurriedly removed the baby’s lips off my right nipple and pushed my blouse down to cover my half-exposed right breast. I made sure that I gave ample opportunity to my grownup son to have a look at his mom’s fair-looking full and round tit as well as my blackish-brown swollen and glistening right nipple with a milk drop still crowning the tip of it. Finally I pulled down my pallu to look decent.
I could not meet eyes with him out of natural shyness, but I was fully aware that he was watching my naughty act with utmost eagerness. The very sensation that a male had peeped onto my naked breast and had seen my bare nipple made my blood start to gush through my vessels.
Me: Chal... pehle mai tera khujli ka ilaj kar deta hoon... wo karna hai ke nehi?
Ram: Yes, yes Mummy... bahut khujli ho raha hai...
I scored over my son and was able to deviate him from the milkman topic. Naturally I was also more than relieved and I quickly went ahead to get a suitable cream for him from the shelf, but just as I was doing that I noted a bulge in his half-pant! Though my son was trying hard to hide it, but his erect penis was quite evident in his tight half-pant and surely the erection was due to me! The very thought made me shy and blushing and I giggled on my own.
Ram: Mummy... am ready...
Ram was taking off his T-shirt, but my eyes were still fixed on the triangular tent formed in his pant, which was indeed a result of my boob exposure! I had to admit that Chacha-ji was absolutely right – my Ram was no longer a child, he was growing up! Though my son still talked innocently and believed to all those bullshit talks of the milkman, but he had grown up physically! He was a ‘male’ now!
Ram quickly lied down on the bed in a prone posture with his bare backside towards me. Though I was not able to provide my son very nutritious food, but still he had a well developed stature for a boy of class VIII. Since he exercised on his own, he had a somewhat muscular figure too. As I touched his naked skin and started rubbing the cream on his back, something was happening within me! I felt like... as if it was not my son... I was touching some other male!
My whole body ached and even in a bra-less condition I was feeling tightness in my breasts! I took a couple of deep breaths to recompose myself but to no avail. I could sense my fleshy thighs had also started to emit heat and this was indeed a definitive sign for any female that she was getting heated up sexually! For the first time ever in my life I was getting a turn-on through my son!!!
Initially I was rubbing the cream with my right hand but now involuntarily I was massaging my son’s back with both hands. The coldness of the cream and my warm soft palms must have been giving him great comfort from the itch as Ram emitted soft sounds of relief. The touch of my son’s smooth naked flat back - from his muscular shoulders to his waist area - was making me lose my composure!
Was my husband’s constant ‘physical absence’ from me taking a toll on me? My horniness was taking over my self-control and in no time I surpassed my task of relieving my son from his itches and went ahead! The itch problem was confined to the middle of his back, but I had already rubbed the cream all over his back in my horniness and stimulation. I even started massaging his muscular shoulders and Ram surely was enjoying thoroughly my soft warm palms and pressure on his naked upper part of the body.
Me: Ye kya Ram? Kitne din huya bal nehi katwaye?
As I inquired I pushed my fingers deep into his hairs and started massaging his scalp also. Obviously Ram did not mind or object it as he was enjoying his first ever ‘massage’ experience from a female! On the other hand my condition was deteriorating as I massaged him more and more. My big breasts were now going up and down much faster inside my blouse and since I was bra-less my nipples had grown to almost full size as I massaged his hair and scalp. My thighs and hips were also generating adequate amounts of heat and seeing that Ram was not able to see me, I quickly squeezed my both breasts once to feel somewhat at ease. At that point, I could not refrain myself from touching and massaging his naked muscular legs which remained exposed out of his half-pant.
Ram: Mummy... ye kya kar rahi ho? Gudgudi ho rahi hai...
Me: Are aj peeth me khujli hua hai... kal peyr me bhi to ho sakta hai... tu chupchap leta rahe...
Ram did not object further as I rubbed and virtually kneaded the backs of his naked muscular thighs. The hair growth on his legs was profuse, just like my husband’s, and I did note that while massaging as I pushed my palms up his legs towards the hem of his pant, he was quivering just a shade and moved his hips which was a clear indication of his erect manhood. I giggled sensing his condition and was encouraged more to massage especially the backs of his thighs. Naturally it was cumbersome for him and he had to adjust his hips more and more underlining the fact that he had a khada lund due to my massage!
Ram: Mummy... ab... ab chodo... (he was breathing heavier) ...ho gaya...
Me: Kiyu? Accha nehi lag raha hai?
Ram: Nehi nehi... achha to lag raha hai... par...(he exhaled deeply) par bahut gudgudi ho raha hai...
Saying that he tried to get up and as he turned his body towards me I could clearly note his penis in an erect position inside his tight half-pant. Ram was not able to meet my eyes and was giggling and quickly got up from the bed. He was trying his level best to hide his erect dick from me but it was simply not possible for him to fool a matured married female like me. Ram quickly got involved in arranging the old clothes but I noted that his erect penis was dangling in his pant and that very sight was making me feel extremely horny!
Ram: Thank... thank you Mummy... abhi... abhi khujli bilkul nehi hai...
He was trying to act smart and wanted to give me the feel that all was okay and normal, but unfortunately for him I had already detected his erect dangling dick inside his pants.
Ram: Mummy... mai toilet se aata hoon... aake ye saare kapde thik karke rakh doonga.
Me: Okay beta...
Why was he going to the toilet? To jerk off?
O Lord!
What dirty things was I thinking? My son would masturbate thinking about me... his mother!
Oh No!
But did he not get an erection seeing my jawani.... seeing my exposure... getting my warm touches??? How could I deny that fact? By now he must have taken his lund in his hand and jerking it to and fro thinking about my heaving breasts... my swollen nipple... and my soft touches all over his body!
As I thought all this.... unknowingly my left hand went towards my choot area and I was vigorously scratching and pressing my choot over my sari and petticoat... my pallu had fallen off my blouse-covered mammaries and I looked extremely sexy and indecent in that horny condition...
I had to pull up my pallu from the bed to cover my big sexy tits and reluctantly took away my left hand off my pussy area as I heard Ram was coming out of the toilet.
Me: Harpal ka khayal rakha....
Saying that I went out of the room in trembling steps as I was in absolutely no position to sit like that any more and indeed needed something to cool me off.
My whole body was aching and I had even started to leak in my pussy! My choot was also getting wet with my juices and I straight went inside the toilet where moments ago my son presumably shagged off thinking about me! Slamming the door I stripped off my sari as quickly as I could and started squeezing my mammaries over my blouse with my hands very tightly. I kneaded my firm breast flesh for several minutes and while doing that I pressed and pushed my big tight ass on the bathroom wall. This indeed gave me some ‘pleasure’ but of course not comparable to what I used to get from Vinay on bed. I pinched and twisted my hard swollen nipples over my blouse fabric and clenched my lips in extreme ecstasy. My whole body was throbbing in sexual heat as I opened the knot of my petticoat and dropped it down to the toilet floor. My hairy choot was now completely exposed and I spread my legs to open up my pussy more and more. I did not waste a second even to make my boobs free of the blouse cover and ripped open the hooks of my blouse.
I was now fully naked... my fair voluptuous body did not have even a thread on it. I was writhing in pain and pleasure as I breathed extremely heavily with my firm naked milk jugs going up and down in the most sexy manner, more so with my hard erect nipples looking like two ripe cherries and with my hairy matured choot totally uncovered I was truly depicting a sex goddess!
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh... Uuuiii maaaa...!
Naturally I had started emitting soft moans as I now pushed the middle finger of my left hand slowly inside my wet hairy choot. Since I was already much heated up, my finger went inside my pussy quite easily and seeing that I slowly pushed in two fingers at a time inside my choot which was of course much more pleasurable! Honestly it was after a long, long time that my body got heated up like this and I felt like masturbating! I was feeling extremely horny and was blind in excitement.
I looked round and noticed a piece of blue PVC pipe lying at the corner of the toilet, which was about one foot long. I grabbed it and quickly washed it and started rubbing my face on the smooth round contour of the cold pipe. The circumference of the pipe was such... it indeed gave me the feeling of a male sex organ... surely stouter than my husband’s prick!
The silky contour of the blue PVC pipe and the appropriate circumference in my palm started to generate simply awesome stimulation in me! I pressed the pipe on my heavy naked breasts just like my husband would have pressed his naked khada lund on my boobs while fucking me. Naturally I was not able to remain silent was moaning somewhat loudly. I pressed the pipe on my face and even kissed and licked it as if I was holding Vinay’s naked rock-solid penis before sucking it. I was quickly getting into seventh heaven and peaking up at a brisk rate. I continuously was pressing and rubbing my naked fleshy ass on the rough surface of the wall of the toilet which was indeed generating a great erotic sensation. I even squeezed my own ass cheeks very tightly with my both hands portraying as if I was being loved by a male!
My whole body was getting so heated up with all that I was doing that I had to pick up the mug and started pouring cold water on my body to cool myself. As soon as the cold water flowed on my naked mammaries my nipples got stiffer and stood out more prominently upon my breast surface worsening my condition. As I looked down on my milk tanks in dreamy smoky eyes I noted that my brown nipples were standing absolutely erect and tall on my boob surface and they were indeed looking very gorgeous and alluring. I could not stop myself from doing what my husband did time and again while fucking me and I pushed up my breasts and started kissing and sucking my own nipples.
Concurrently my mind could not erase the praises that I got from Chacha-ji and thinking of those hot chat sessions during tuition, my pussy instantly was wetter and stickier. I could not deny that a sense of satisfaction engulfed me as Chacha-ji (and for that matter even that ruffian milkman) did appreciate my boob-beauty even after so many years of marriage and having given birth to two kids!
I continued to rub and press the one-foot long PVC pipe on my whole body and even pushed it in between my legs and shamelessly rode on it for some seconds. I must admit the super round contour and the perfect circumference was presenting me with awesome satisfaction. I realized I was peaking now and hence I started to finger myself more vigorously. The to and fro action of my fingers intensified and my moans were getting louder. I knew I had to be careful because Ram was around in the room, but my sexually elated state did not permit me to do so.
Me: Aaa... aaaa.... aaaa... aaaaa.... aaaaaa.... aaaaaaa.... aaaaaaaa.... aaaaaaaaaa....
Since I was peaking after a long period of time I was unable to hold my “water” and released it with heavy moaning and groaning and my choot was dripping like anything while I was panting and gasping for breath. My whole body jerked heavily and my legs spread almost fully to open my pussy as much as possible in my standing posture. I quickly poured a few more mugs of cold water to cool off and remained stationary for some moments to ease off the heat from my voluptuous naked body.
It was 5 minutes or so that I remained stationary and rested my nude body on the wall for support. I then slowly completed my bath and dried myself and dressed up in my nighty and came out of the bathroom. I was feeling much lighter and free and in my glee and exhilarated state, I completely forgot to wear a panty under my nighty (which I generally wear at night) and went out.
I started performing all my daily activities like other days and found Ram was eyeing me more than usual. I smiled within myself and thought that definitely the massage that I had given him for his itch must have had its effect – the naughty boy! I blushed and giggled as I continued to execute the household chores. But the fact remained that Ram was grownup and aware enough to detect that his mom was not wearing a panty today under her dress as definitely on other days he could easily trace my panty-line through my nighty, which was missing today. The shape and size of fleshy round pumpkin-like ass must have been more prominent today under the sheer fabric of my nightdress, which must have increased his attention more towards me. I did not realize that at that moment and continued to present my unrestricted jawani in front of my Class VIII son. I did not even notice that the tuft of thick hair – my thick curly bunch of choot hairs – could be traced as well through my nighty when I stood straight and was facing the light! It appeared like a black patch under my nighty and Ram surely must have been delighted to see that and was relishing that hairy black spot around my crotch and must have had a khada lund seeing that time and again as I moved about in the room in front of him!
The next morning when I woke up I was feeling quite fresh and free and was honestly not feeling any guilt upon my behavior yesterday! I thoroughly enjoyed my masturbation in the bathroom and not only that I was not having any remorse even on my naughty acts of massaging Ram’s body and my deliberate exposure of my right boob to my son as per Chacha-ji’s recommendation. And now when I was looking back at yesterday evening and thinking about Ram’s long stares and ogles at me, only then I could realize that me being panty-less must have drawn his attention more towards my voluptuous figure. I blushed instantly comprehending that and nodded my head giggling at my naughty deed.
Was Vinay’s constant physical cut off from me playing a part? Could I deny that?
I could well recognize that after Chacha-ji’s vocal stimulation during tuition session and my yesterday evening’s activities were gradually making me bolder towards these sexually motivated acts and was quickly shedding of the shyness part off me!
Today also, twice in the day, I breastfed my baby in front of Ram, once in the morning before he left for school and once in the late evening before dinner. At both occasions, I sat in Ram’s vicinity facing him so that he could see my opening my blouse hooks and surely my son was able to clearly view the lower half of my fair round-shaped tits including my blackish-brown nipple. I could not deny the fact that the shyness was also diminishing and I exposed my breasts more confidently to my son! Also, I could easily gauge the thrill and excitement Ram could have been extracting from my bold and shameless act. And that I could make out also from the bulge in his pants and the regular peeps he was making into my half-exposed boobies.
I also noted that the effect on Ram was not limited to viewing only as the natural hug that he gave me once or twice in the day were surely more intimate. In fact today I felt his fingers brush against my tummy and waist and moved up boldly till the base of my heavy mammaries inside my blouse and as his crotch pushed onto my fleshy ass I could quite clearly make out the erect thing rising inside his pants! Naturally I was not in favor of such a behavior from my son that he was hugging me trying to grab my breasts and pushing his rod into my ass flesh, but thought it wise not to get angry and react but to talk to Chacha-ji on this.
Next day was tuition day and I was expecting Chacha-ji to come downstairs. In the evening after Ram’s lessons were over, Chacha-ji sent him to the shop to bring some grocery items which would certainly take some time as the shop he sent him had a very good customer base and remained crowded all the time.
Chacha-ji: Baitho Beti... Ram will not come in sometime.
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: To bolo... did you do what I told you to do?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... aap jaise bole the... mai usi line pe hi chal rahi hoon.
Chacha-ji: Bahut achha Beti... this is the only way we can reform Ram.
Me: Mujhe bhi wohi ummeed hai...
Chacha-ji: Tell me what was the young man’s reaction to your act? Did you notice that?
Me: Err... matlab... reaction to thiki tha...
Chacha-ji: ‘Thik hi tha’ matlab? Kya hua? Tum dekhi thi... mera matlab... uska khada hua tha ke nehi?
Me: What?
Chacha-ji was now not even hesitating to use such dirty language in the third or fourth sentence he talked to me!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum agar thik se Ram ko stan-paan nehi dikhaogi... to wo to phir se...
Me: Nehi nehi... aap jaise bole the... matlab... mai to ajkal uske samne baith ke hi Harpal ko doodh pila rahi hoon!
Chacha-ji: Ha Beti... wo baat to thik hai... par tum doodh pilane ke waqt apni choochi blouse se poori nikalti ho ke nahi?
Me: Puri!!! Chacha-ji... aap bhi naa!!!!
I was naturally blushing now and giggled also.
Me: ...puri to nehi... par jitna... mera matlab... jitna dikhana chahiye... err... dikhaya...
Naturally I was not comfortable verbalizing this to my landlord. Seeing me to blush, Chacha-ji was smiling.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... samajha! Tum agar sahi bata rahi ho to iska asar to Ram pe kafi hona chahiye... kiyu ki ye to tum bhi achhi tarah se janti ho Beti ke tumhari ye dono doodh ki tanki to kisi bhi mard ko hila dega! Ram to uss hisab se bachha hi hai! Ha ha ha....
Me: C-h-a-c-h-a –j-i... aap na... bade besharam ho!
My face was crimson at this blunt appreciation. Chacha-ji was very cleverly injecting a physical love angle for me towards my son!
Chacha-ji: To Beti... tumhe to uss waqt hi dikh jana chahiye Ram ka khada hua lund pant ke andar?
He had started using openly now all sorts of direct vulgar language time and again and though initially I was hesitant, I was also getting used to it slowly!
Me: Ji.
The silky contour of the blue PVC pipe and the appropriate circumference in my palm started to generate simply awesome stimulation in me! I pressed the pipe on my heavy naked breasts just like my husband would have pressed his naked khada lund on my boobs while fucking me. Naturally I was not able to remain silent was moaning somewhat loudly. I pressed the pipe on my face and even kissed and licked it as if I was holding Vinay’s naked rock-solid penis before sucking it. I was quickly getting into seventh heaven and peaking up at a brisk rate. I continuously was pressing and rubbing my naked fleshy ass on the rough surface of the wall of the toilet which was indeed generating a great erotic sensation. I even squeezed my own ass cheeks very tightly with my both hands portraying as if I was being loved by a male!
My whole body was getting so heated up with all that I was doing that I had to pick up the mug and started pouring cold water on my body to cool myself. As soon as the cold water flowed on my naked mammaries my nipples got stiffer and stood out more prominently upon my breast surface worsening my condition. As I looked down on my milk tanks in dreamy smoky eyes I noted that my brown nipples were standing absolutely erect and tall on my boob surface and they were indeed looking very gorgeous and alluring. I could not stop myself from doing what my husband did time and again while fucking me and I pushed up my breasts and started kissing and sucking my own nipples.
Concurrently my mind could not erase the praises that I got from Chacha-ji and thinking of those hot chat sessions during tuition, my pussy instantly was wetter and stickier. I could not deny that a sense of satisfaction engulfed me as Chacha-ji (and for that matter even that ruffian milkman) did appreciate my boob-beauty even after so many years of marriage and having given birth to two kids!
I continued to rub and press the one-foot long PVC pipe on my whole body and even pushed it in between my legs and shamelessly rode on it for some seconds. I must admit the super round contour and the perfect circumference was presenting me with awesome satisfaction. I realized I was peaking now and hence I started to finger myself more vigorously. The to and fro action of my fingers intensified and my moans were getting louder. I knew I had to be careful because Ram was around in the room, but my sexually elated state did not permit me to do so.
Me: Aaa... aaaa.... aaaa... aaaaa.... aaaaaa.... aaaaaaa.... aaaaaaaa.... aaaaaaaaaa....
Since I was peaking after a long period of time I was unable to hold my “water” and released it with heavy moaning and groaning and my choot was dripping like anything while I was panting and gasping for breath. My whole body jerked heavily and my legs spread almost fully to open my pussy as much as possible in my standing posture. I quickly poured a few more mugs of cold water to cool off and remained stationary for some moments to ease off the heat from my voluptuous naked body.
It was 5 minutes or so that I remained stationary and rested my nude body on the wall for support. I then slowly completed my bath and dried myself and dressed up in my nighty and came out of the bathroom. I was feeling much lighter and free and in my glee and exhilarated state, I completely forgot to wear a panty under my nighty (which I generally wear at night) and went out.
I started performing all my daily activities like other days and found Ram was eyeing me more than usual. I smiled within myself and thought that definitely the massage that I had given him for his itch must have had its effect – the naughty boy! I blushed and giggled as I continued to execute the household chores. But the fact remained that Ram was grownup and aware enough to detect that his mom was not wearing a panty today under her dress as definitely on other days he could easily trace my panty-line through my nighty, which was missing today. The shape and size of fleshy round pumpkin-like ass must have been more prominent today under the sheer fabric of my nightdress, which must have increased his attention more towards me. I did not realize that at that moment and continued to present my unrestricted jawani in front of my Class VIII son. I did not even notice that the tuft of thick hair – my thick curly bunch of choot hairs – could be traced as well through my nighty when I stood straight and was facing the light! It appeared like a black patch under my nighty and Ram surely must have been delighted to see that and was relishing that hairy black spot around my crotch and must have had a khada lund seeing that time and again as I moved about in the room in front of him!
The next morning when I woke up I was feeling quite fresh and free and was honestly not feeling any guilt upon my behavior yesterday! I thoroughly enjoyed my masturbation in the bathroom and not only that I was not having any remorse even on my naughty acts of massaging Ram’s body and my deliberate exposure of my right boob to my son as per Chacha-ji’s recommendation. And now when I was looking back at yesterday evening and thinking about Ram’s long stares and ogles at me, only then I could realize that me being panty-less must have drawn his attention more towards my voluptuous figure. I blushed instantly comprehending that and nodded my head giggling at my naughty deed.
Was Vinay’s constant physical cut off from me playing a part? Could I deny that?
I could well recognize that after Chacha-ji’s vocal stimulation during tuition session and my yesterday evening’s activities were gradually making me bolder towards these sexually motivated acts and was quickly shedding of the shyness part off me!
Today also, twice in the day, I breastfed my baby in front of Ram, once in the morning before he left for school and once in the late evening before dinner. At both occasions, I sat in Ram’s vicinity facing him so that he could see my opening my blouse hooks and surely my son was able to clearly view the lower half of my fair round-shaped tits including my blackish-brown nipple. I could not deny the fact that the shyness was also diminishing and I exposed my breasts more confidently to my son! Also, I could easily gauge the thrill and excitement Ram could have been extracting from my bold and shameless act. And that I could make out also from the bulge in his pants and the regular peeps he was making into my half-exposed boobies.
I also noted that the effect on Ram was not limited to viewing only as the natural hug that he gave me once or twice in the day were surely more intimate. In fact today I felt his fingers brush against my tummy and waist and moved up boldly till the base of my heavy mammaries inside my blouse and as his crotch pushed onto my fleshy ass I could quite clearly make out the erect thing rising inside his pants! Naturally I was not in favor of such a behavior from my son that he was hugging me trying to grab my breasts and pushing his rod into my ass flesh, but thought it wise not to get angry and react but to talk to Chacha-ji on this.
Next day was tuition day and I was expecting Chacha-ji to come downstairs. In the evening after Ram’s lessons were over, Chacha-ji sent him to the shop to bring some grocery items which would certainly take some time as the shop he sent him had a very good customer base and remained crowded all the time.
Chacha-ji: Baitho Beti... Ram will not come in sometime.
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: To bolo... did you do what I told you to do?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... aap jaise bole the... mai usi line pe hi chal rahi hoon.
Chacha-ji: Bahut achha Beti... this is the only way we can reform Ram.
Me: Mujhe bhi wohi ummeed hai...
Chacha-ji: Tell me what was the young man’s reaction to your act? Did you notice that?
Me: Err... matlab... reaction to thiki tha...
Chacha-ji: ‘Thik hi tha’ matlab? Kya hua? Tum dekhi thi... mera matlab... uska khada hua tha ke nehi?
Me: What?
Chacha-ji was now not even hesitating to use such dirty language in the third or fourth sentence he talked to me!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum agar thik se Ram ko stan-paan nehi dikhaogi... to wo to phir se...
Me: Nehi nehi... aap jaise bole the... matlab... mai to ajkal uske samne baith ke hi Harpal ko doodh pila rahi hoon!
Chacha-ji: Ha Beti... wo baat to thik hai... par tum doodh pilane ke waqt apni choochi blouse se poori nikalti ho ke nahi?
Me: Puri!!! Chacha-ji... aap bhi naa!!!!
I was naturally blushing now and giggled also.
Me: ...puri to nehi... par jitna... mera matlab... jitna dikhana chahiye... err... dikhaya...
Naturally I was not comfortable verbalizing this to my landlord. Seeing me to blush, Chacha-ji was smiling.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... samajha! Tum agar sahi bata rahi ho to iska asar to Ram pe kafi hona chahiye... kiyu ki ye to tum bhi achhi tarah se janti ho Beti ke tumhari ye dono doodh ki tanki to kisi bhi mard ko hila dega! Ram to uss hisab se bachha hi hai! Ha ha ha....
Me: C-h-a-c-h-a –j-i... aap na... bade besharam ho!
My face was crimson at this blunt appreciation. Chacha-ji was very cleverly injecting a physical love angle for me towards my son!
Chacha-ji: To Beti... tumhe to uss waqt hi dikh jana chahiye Ram ka khada hua lund pant ke andar?
He had started using openly now all sorts of direct vulgar language time and again and though initially I was hesitant, I was also getting used to it slowly!
Me: Ji.
.. err... matlab... dekhi thi.
Chacha-ji: Good! Aur... aur uske acharan me tum koi josh nehi dekhi Beti?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... wo bhi notice kiya hoon!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... matlab wo pehle se zyada josh se tumhe alingan kar raha hai?
Me: Ji bilkul...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... fir to wo apna lund bhi kas ke ragad raha hoga tumhari gaand pe jab bhi usse mauka mil-e?
Me: Err... ragad to nehi raha tha... err... par ye zaroor hai ke... matlab... Ram peechle do dino se mujhe jab bhi pakad raha hai...err... mera matlab... ekdam kass ke pakad raha hai!
Chacha-ji: Great! Aur... aur tumhari mamme ko bhi wo kya daba raha hai niyamit roop se?
Me: Nehi... err... matlab... daba to nehi raha hai... par choone ki kosis...
Chacha-ji: Kosis? Ya choota hai?
Me: Umm... matlab... choota hai... matlab... halke se...par dabata nehi hai!
Chacha-ji: Very good!
Me: Aap to khush ho rahe hai? Hume to Ram ko sudharna hai...?
Chacha-ji: Beti... samjho baat ko... iss ka ek hi matlab hai ke apna dawai kaam kar raha hai Ram ke liye... to iss mei khusi ki to baat hai hi naa!
Me: O... ji!
Chacha-ji: Lekin Dilli abhi bahut door hai Beti... iss liye hume dheere dheere aage badhna hoga.
Me: Wo kaise Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Dekho apna ek maqsad to ye hai ke Ram ka ye ashleel kitab padhne ki...
Me: aadat dur karni hai!
Chacha-ji: Bilkul sahi Beti... par iss ke liye hume jaldbazi karne se nehi hoga... hume lage rehna hoga aur Ram ko study karna hoga...
Me: Ji... aur yes ab to aap hi kar rahe ho aur uske liye liye sukriya ke haqdar aap hi ho...
Chacha-ji: Abhi sukriya ada karne ka waqt nehi aya hai Beti! Hume Ram ke mind ko padhke uss hisab se kadam uthane padhenge.
I nodded and was honestly moved by the effort this elderly man was putting in for my son. I again thanked him in my mind.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye sab ashleel kitab mei sirf chudai ke kisse nehi hote... err... tum to padhi ho naa? Sirf chudai hota hai kya uss mei?
I was a bit taken aback by this question and thought what else? Those porn books contained only vulgar stories of son fucking mom, father fucking daughter, aunt getting fucked or uncle screwing brother’s wife etc.
Me: Err... Chacha-ji... aur kya? Sirf wohi to hai!
Chacha-ji: Beti... again you are looking at it from your perspective only... (Chacha-ji looked at my eyes deeply) ...tum to shadishuda ho aur bakhubi janti ho ke chudai mei kitna maza milta hai... par Ram ke nazariya se dekho?
I naturally blushed at such direct words ( ...chudai mei kitna maza milta hai... ). Though I was getting used to his verbal ‘abuse’ if I could term it, but Chacha-ji was chatting with me and using all these vulgar and indicative words in such normal and calm manner that I was not able to object the slightest even!
I naturally looked questionably at the elderly person as I was not able to comprehend what exactly he meant by saying “....par Ram ke nazariya se dekho?..”
Chacha-ji: Tum samjhi nehi?
I nodded negatively.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum ya mai jab ye kitaab padhta hoon... to hume to malum hai ke anteem lakhsya kahani ki to maithun aur rati-kriya hai... par Ram ke liye to wo nehi hai naa?
I was still not getting it!
Chacha-ji: ... uske liye to baki saare cheez bhi bahut maine rakhta hai... jaise kahani mei aurat kabhi agar kapde bhi badalti hai to wo uske liye utsukta ki cheez hai.. samajh rahi ho naa baat?
Chacha-ji did not wait to check whether I understood or not and continued to give more examples!
Chacha-ji: Aur phir ye sab kahani mei to ladkiyon ki adhi-nangi ya sampurn nangi jawani ka vistrit vivaran rehta hai... upar se in stories me to mard aur aurat ke chumban, alingan, aur daba-dabi chalta hi rehta hai... nischit roop se ye sab cheez Ram ke liye bade rochak aur anukul vishay hai! Kya? Mai galat bola?
Chacha-ji was now getting bolder and bolder in his choice of words while describing things to me. I did not remember anyone talking to me like this, neither before marriage nor after. Vinay did use vulgar dirty words at times but that was confined to only when we had sex and when he was extremely excited. It was pretty much embarrassing for me also to listen to such erotic direct language from a male, but I had no option here and hence just nodded in affirmation of what he said. I had started to breathe heavily and my heartbeat was also rising.
Chacha-ji: Ab naturally Ram would try to relate things of those hot stories in real life... are you getting me?
I nodded affirmatively. I could not meet eyes with him as the topic was much too embarrassing for any female. My throat was getting dry and I could sense that I was again getting ‘heated’ through this man’s dirty chat!
Chacha-ji: Pehle... as you said Beti... Vinay aur tum kabhi kabhi Ram ke samne close hote the and for that matter bistar pe bhi close hote the.... right?
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: Par ab wo paristhiti nehi rahi... Vinay tumhe na to gale lagake kiss karta hai na to bistar pe paas ata hai jo Ram dekh sake... right?
Me: Ji.
I was as if replying to some very important interrogation in police custody!
Chacha-ji: To ye sab cheez ab puri tarah se anupasthit hai... bhi
Me: Par Chacha-ji... ye to mera kasoor nehi hai!
Chacha-ji: Beti... maine kab kaha ke ye tumhari kasoor hai? Vinay kitne pressure me hai... mai janta hoon... wo kuch karza bhi liya hai market se... wo sab bhi hai.. iss liye tum ye mat socho ke sirf factory lockout ke liye wo itna chida hua aur nirash rehta hai aur der raat ko ghar laut-ta hai. Usse paiso ke bhi jugar karna hai...
Me: Mai kaise yes ab janoongi Chacha-ji? Wo to aajkal mujhse baat bhi nehi karte! Subah suraj ugne ke waqt nikal jate hai aur der raat ko laut te hai... aur ek-adh din to peeke bhi aate hai...
I could not hold back my tears thinking of the depressive state of my husband. I started sobbing.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... usse thoda time do... inti chinta mat karo... he is trying hard... ek parttime naukri bhi mila hai... wo kosish kar raha hai!
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: Dekho beti... Vinay ke ye paristhiti to apne haath mei nehi hai...
Drops of tears still were rolling down my cheeks. I was still sobbing and nodding my head negatively; probably seeing that Chacha-ji thought of consoling me.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... roti kiyu ho? Ups and downs to sabhi ke jeevan mei aata hai! Aur usse fight karna hai....
Saying that he ascended from his chair and came and sat beside me on the cot. He put his hand over my head and patted me to cheer me up. He even wiped off the tears off my cheeks. I really felt very moved and pleased by this gesture from the elderly man. As Chacha-ji wiped my tears his cold fingers touched my warm cheeks and even the sides of my lips as tears had rolled down there too. Just at that time Chacha-ji did something which I was not expecting at all. He gently moved his fingers from my cheeks down to the corners of my lips wiping my tears and then finally he gently grazed one finger throughout the entire length of my lips! Naturally I pulled back a little but he continued his act while constantly patting my head. The action was so smooth, normal and done at one go that I could not do anything at all but to allow him to feel the softness of my full rosy lips with his finger!
If it had stopped there, I would not probably have thought differently about my elderly landlord, but Chacha-ji in the name of wiping my tears and consoling me, repeated his action of needlessly wiping tears off my lips and this time felt my soft full lips with his cold finger in a much emphatic way! I virtually froze when he momentarily even pushed his finger once in between my lips in the pretext of wiping my tears which had rolled down onto my lips!
By this time his other hand had come down from my head and he was patting my smooth blouse-covered back. As his hand was not stationary on my back and he was feeling the entire stretched length of my blouse, he must have easily traced through the thin fabric of my blouse that I was sitting bra-less before him at that time. I naturally started to feel rather uneasy and awkward; my feeling of depression for my husband was transforming quickly into a keyed up state!
Me: Err... suk... Sukriya Chacha-ji... am... am okay now...
Chacha-ji: Hmm..... Good!
He at last terminated his wiping my tears and removed his hand off my face. I moved and little on the cot as I was sitting too closely with him and that also enabled me to get his hand off my blouse on my back also. Thankfully Chacha-ji want back to his chair.
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... to fir abhi Vinay par charcha karke koi faida nehi hai... uska bhi good time ayega aur sab kuch tab thik ho jayega...
Me: Ji: abhi mere khayal se... err... hume abhi Ram pe hi dhyan dena chahiye! Main kisi bhi keemat pe usse...
Chacha-ji: ...randi-bazar jate nehi dekh sakta! Yahi naa?
I was speechless the way my landlord was using dirty words every now and then! I was in a state of shock, embarrassment and elation too!
Chacha-ji: Mai janta hoon ye sunke tumhe kharab lag raha hoga... par that is the worst that can happen to Ram and I want to alert you right from the beginning...
Me: mai samajh sakti hoon Chacha-ji... Ram ko mai har haal mei rokungi!
Chacha-ji: Thik! Lets get back where we were... jo mai tab kehne ki kosis kar raha tha Ram ke dimag mei wo ashleel kitab padhke jo anubhuti aa raha hai... usko hum char hisso mei baat sakte hain.
Me: Char hissa... wo kaise?
Chacha-ji: Pehla adhyay hai aurat ke sharir mei jhakna... jab se Ram ye sab ashleel kitab padhna chalu kiya hai... tab se wo tumhari kapde mei jhaak raha hai... tum pehle shayad jaan nehi payi...
Me: Hmm.
Chacha-ji: Good! Aur... aur uske acharan me tum koi josh nehi dekhi Beti?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... wo bhi notice kiya hoon!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... matlab wo pehle se zyada josh se tumhe alingan kar raha hai?
Me: Ji bilkul...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... fir to wo apna lund bhi kas ke ragad raha hoga tumhari gaand pe jab bhi usse mauka mil-e?
Me: Err... ragad to nehi raha tha... err... par ye zaroor hai ke... matlab... Ram peechle do dino se mujhe jab bhi pakad raha hai...err... mera matlab... ekdam kass ke pakad raha hai!
Chacha-ji: Great! Aur... aur tumhari mamme ko bhi wo kya daba raha hai niyamit roop se?
Me: Nehi... err... matlab... daba to nehi raha hai... par choone ki kosis...
Chacha-ji: Kosis? Ya choota hai?
Me: Umm... matlab... choota hai... matlab... halke se...par dabata nehi hai!
Chacha-ji: Very good!
Me: Aap to khush ho rahe hai? Hume to Ram ko sudharna hai...?
Chacha-ji: Beti... samjho baat ko... iss ka ek hi matlab hai ke apna dawai kaam kar raha hai Ram ke liye... to iss mei khusi ki to baat hai hi naa!
Me: O... ji!
Chacha-ji: Lekin Dilli abhi bahut door hai Beti... iss liye hume dheere dheere aage badhna hoga.
Me: Wo kaise Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Dekho apna ek maqsad to ye hai ke Ram ka ye ashleel kitab padhne ki...
Me: aadat dur karni hai!
Chacha-ji: Bilkul sahi Beti... par iss ke liye hume jaldbazi karne se nehi hoga... hume lage rehna hoga aur Ram ko study karna hoga...
Me: Ji... aur yes ab to aap hi kar rahe ho aur uske liye liye sukriya ke haqdar aap hi ho...
Chacha-ji: Abhi sukriya ada karne ka waqt nehi aya hai Beti! Hume Ram ke mind ko padhke uss hisab se kadam uthane padhenge.
I nodded and was honestly moved by the effort this elderly man was putting in for my son. I again thanked him in my mind.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye sab ashleel kitab mei sirf chudai ke kisse nehi hote... err... tum to padhi ho naa? Sirf chudai hota hai kya uss mei?
I was a bit taken aback by this question and thought what else? Those porn books contained only vulgar stories of son fucking mom, father fucking daughter, aunt getting fucked or uncle screwing brother’s wife etc.
Me: Err... Chacha-ji... aur kya? Sirf wohi to hai!
Chacha-ji: Beti... again you are looking at it from your perspective only... (Chacha-ji looked at my eyes deeply) ...tum to shadishuda ho aur bakhubi janti ho ke chudai mei kitna maza milta hai... par Ram ke nazariya se dekho?
I naturally blushed at such direct words ( ...chudai mei kitna maza milta hai... ). Though I was getting used to his verbal ‘abuse’ if I could term it, but Chacha-ji was chatting with me and using all these vulgar and indicative words in such normal and calm manner that I was not able to object the slightest even!
I naturally looked questionably at the elderly person as I was not able to comprehend what exactly he meant by saying “....par Ram ke nazariya se dekho?..”
Chacha-ji: Tum samjhi nehi?
I nodded negatively.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum ya mai jab ye kitaab padhta hoon... to hume to malum hai ke anteem lakhsya kahani ki to maithun aur rati-kriya hai... par Ram ke liye to wo nehi hai naa?
I was still not getting it!
Chacha-ji: ... uske liye to baki saare cheez bhi bahut maine rakhta hai... jaise kahani mei aurat kabhi agar kapde bhi badalti hai to wo uske liye utsukta ki cheez hai.. samajh rahi ho naa baat?
Chacha-ji did not wait to check whether I understood or not and continued to give more examples!
Chacha-ji: Aur phir ye sab kahani mei to ladkiyon ki adhi-nangi ya sampurn nangi jawani ka vistrit vivaran rehta hai... upar se in stories me to mard aur aurat ke chumban, alingan, aur daba-dabi chalta hi rehta hai... nischit roop se ye sab cheez Ram ke liye bade rochak aur anukul vishay hai! Kya? Mai galat bola?
Chacha-ji was now getting bolder and bolder in his choice of words while describing things to me. I did not remember anyone talking to me like this, neither before marriage nor after. Vinay did use vulgar dirty words at times but that was confined to only when we had sex and when he was extremely excited. It was pretty much embarrassing for me also to listen to such erotic direct language from a male, but I had no option here and hence just nodded in affirmation of what he said. I had started to breathe heavily and my heartbeat was also rising.
Chacha-ji: Ab naturally Ram would try to relate things of those hot stories in real life... are you getting me?
I nodded affirmatively. I could not meet eyes with him as the topic was much too embarrassing for any female. My throat was getting dry and I could sense that I was again getting ‘heated’ through this man’s dirty chat!
Chacha-ji: Pehle... as you said Beti... Vinay aur tum kabhi kabhi Ram ke samne close hote the and for that matter bistar pe bhi close hote the.... right?
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: Par ab wo paristhiti nehi rahi... Vinay tumhe na to gale lagake kiss karta hai na to bistar pe paas ata hai jo Ram dekh sake... right?
Me: Ji.
I was as if replying to some very important interrogation in police custody!
Chacha-ji: To ye sab cheez ab puri tarah se anupasthit hai... bhi
Me: Par Chacha-ji... ye to mera kasoor nehi hai!
Chacha-ji: Beti... maine kab kaha ke ye tumhari kasoor hai? Vinay kitne pressure me hai... mai janta hoon... wo kuch karza bhi liya hai market se... wo sab bhi hai.. iss liye tum ye mat socho ke sirf factory lockout ke liye wo itna chida hua aur nirash rehta hai aur der raat ko ghar laut-ta hai. Usse paiso ke bhi jugar karna hai...
Me: Mai kaise yes ab janoongi Chacha-ji? Wo to aajkal mujhse baat bhi nehi karte! Subah suraj ugne ke waqt nikal jate hai aur der raat ko laut te hai... aur ek-adh din to peeke bhi aate hai...
I could not hold back my tears thinking of the depressive state of my husband. I started sobbing.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... usse thoda time do... inti chinta mat karo... he is trying hard... ek parttime naukri bhi mila hai... wo kosish kar raha hai!
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: Dekho beti... Vinay ke ye paristhiti to apne haath mei nehi hai...
Drops of tears still were rolling down my cheeks. I was still sobbing and nodding my head negatively; probably seeing that Chacha-ji thought of consoling me.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... roti kiyu ho? Ups and downs to sabhi ke jeevan mei aata hai! Aur usse fight karna hai....
Saying that he ascended from his chair and came and sat beside me on the cot. He put his hand over my head and patted me to cheer me up. He even wiped off the tears off my cheeks. I really felt very moved and pleased by this gesture from the elderly man. As Chacha-ji wiped my tears his cold fingers touched my warm cheeks and even the sides of my lips as tears had rolled down there too. Just at that time Chacha-ji did something which I was not expecting at all. He gently moved his fingers from my cheeks down to the corners of my lips wiping my tears and then finally he gently grazed one finger throughout the entire length of my lips! Naturally I pulled back a little but he continued his act while constantly patting my head. The action was so smooth, normal and done at one go that I could not do anything at all but to allow him to feel the softness of my full rosy lips with his finger!
If it had stopped there, I would not probably have thought differently about my elderly landlord, but Chacha-ji in the name of wiping my tears and consoling me, repeated his action of needlessly wiping tears off my lips and this time felt my soft full lips with his cold finger in a much emphatic way! I virtually froze when he momentarily even pushed his finger once in between my lips in the pretext of wiping my tears which had rolled down onto my lips!
By this time his other hand had come down from my head and he was patting my smooth blouse-covered back. As his hand was not stationary on my back and he was feeling the entire stretched length of my blouse, he must have easily traced through the thin fabric of my blouse that I was sitting bra-less before him at that time. I naturally started to feel rather uneasy and awkward; my feeling of depression for my husband was transforming quickly into a keyed up state!
Me: Err... suk... Sukriya Chacha-ji... am... am okay now...
Chacha-ji: Hmm..... Good!
He at last terminated his wiping my tears and removed his hand off my face. I moved and little on the cot as I was sitting too closely with him and that also enabled me to get his hand off my blouse on my back also. Thankfully Chacha-ji want back to his chair.
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... to fir abhi Vinay par charcha karke koi faida nehi hai... uska bhi good time ayega aur sab kuch tab thik ho jayega...
Me: Ji: abhi mere khayal se... err... hume abhi Ram pe hi dhyan dena chahiye! Main kisi bhi keemat pe usse...
Chacha-ji: ...randi-bazar jate nehi dekh sakta! Yahi naa?
I was speechless the way my landlord was using dirty words every now and then! I was in a state of shock, embarrassment and elation too!
Chacha-ji: Mai janta hoon ye sunke tumhe kharab lag raha hoga... par that is the worst that can happen to Ram and I want to alert you right from the beginning...
Me: mai samajh sakti hoon Chacha-ji... Ram ko mai har haal mei rokungi!
Chacha-ji: Thik! Lets get back where we were... jo mai tab kehne ki kosis kar raha tha Ram ke dimag mei wo ashleel kitab padhke jo anubhuti aa raha hai... usko hum char hisso mei baat sakte hain.
Me: Char hissa... wo kaise?
Chacha-ji: Pehla adhyay hai aurat ke sharir mei jhakna... jab se Ram ye sab ashleel kitab padhna chalu kiya hai... tab se wo tumhari kapde mei jhaak raha hai... tum pehle shayad jaan nehi payi...
Me: Hmm.
.. abhi mai bhi samakh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: Aur ab jab roz tum uske samne Harpal ko doodh pilati ho aur usko apni choochi dikhati ho to humlog pehla adhyay ke ek pehlu complete kar liye hai.
I dropped my eyes as Chacha-ji again underlined my shameless act of breastfeeding and deliberately exposing my mammaries in front of my grownup son.
Me: Iska... mera matlab... iska du.... dusra pehlu kya hai?
Chacha-ji: Dusra pehlu ye hai... ke kal se tum Ram ke samne kapde badlogi.
Me (almost yelled): What?
Chacha-ji: Beti... Beti! Uttejit mat ho! Ye saare prakriya hum kis liye kar rahe hai? Ram ko tumhari taraf lagatar akarshit karke rakhne ke liye naa... aur koi maqsad to apna hai nehi?
Me: Wo to thik hai Chacha-ji ....par...
Chacha-ji: Beti... abhi mahol bahut kharab hai... tum jhijhakti rahogi aur Ram tumhare haat se raato raat nikal jayega! Tum agar dheel dogi to koi aur usse lubha lega!
I could comprehend what Chacha-ji was trying to convey me and honestly I could not deny that also, but what he proposed was indeed a bit too much! How could I change my dress in front of my son? That indeed would be a very shameless act!
Me: No, no... I can’t do that... it would be too much for a boy of Class VIII... (I murmured within myself)
Chahca-ji: Aur Beti... namuna tumse door bhi to nehi! Ye jo Virender hai apne muhalle mei... apne Ram se ek class upar padhta hai...Virender... janti ho naa?
Me: Ha...
Chacha-ji: Tum kya bhool gayi kuch din pehle uski maa ko uska do dost milke choda tha...
Me: Cho...!!! ...err... mera matlab... hum to sune the ke uski naukar ne chedchhani kiya tha Virender ke maa ke saath!
Chacha-ji: Ha... yehi khabar faili thi wo aurat ne... taki asliyat ka pata na chale! Par asliyat yehi hai ke Virender ke do dost milke uss aurat ko choda tha!
Me: Hey Bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: Bhagwan kuch nehi kar sakta beti... Class IX ke do launde milke uss 35 saal ki aurat achhi tarah se ko chodd diya – yehi haqiqat hai!
I remained in a state of astonishment and seeing the opportunity Chacha-ji just bombarded me with dirty offensive words!
Chacha-ji: Asliyat sun lo mujhse – Virender uske do dost ke saath ghar mei carom khel raha the jab Virender ki maa usse dukan bheji kuch saman laane ke liye.... aur usi mauke mei do launde jo ghar mei reh gaye wo Virender ke mummy ko chod ki – one by one!
Me: Hai Ram! Par... par wo aurat chillai kiyu nehi?
Chacha-ji: Are chillai thi tab na padosi aye... aur wo naukar wala story samne aya!
I probably did not require any further explanation; I was thoroughly shocked at the act of those school boys! I could not even think in my wildest dreams that Ram was up to such things. Oh No!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye sab galat kaam mei dost-log hi uskata hai... aur Ram jaise maasum ladke fas jate hai!
Me: Ji... aap bilkul sahi bole!
I was honestly feeling quite scared now and Chacha-ji used that opportunity to perfection in pinning me down!
Chacha-ji: Iss liye kehta hoon ke thodi si compromise agar tum karti ho Beti... apna ye husn aur jawani ka thoda-sa istemal karti ho... to dekhogi Ram kabhi bhi gair aurat ki taraf aankh uthake bhi nehi dekhega! Samjhi?
Me: Hmm...
Chacha-ji: Uska umar hi to asia hai... tum agar thodi si saath dogi to ghar ka launda ghar mei rahega.... nehi to ekbar agar Ram bahar ki aurat pe nazar dalega... to ladka to gaya... upar se badnaami bhi to hogi!
Chacha-ji indeed was very tactful and clever and knew exactly what he needed to narrate and describe in order to win my confidence.
Me: Ji... ji... bilkul sahi bata rehe hai aap!
Chacha-ji: Iss liye mai kehta hoon ke aage ke do din Ram ko thoda aur tease karo tum apni jism se...
Me: Hmm... waise Chacha-ji... mai to Harpal ko doodh Ram ke samnehi pila rahi hoon... ab se... err... mera matlab... thik hai... kapde bhi uske samne hi badloongi...
Chacha-ji: Right Beti! Let us do it and see if his habit of reading porn books decreases as he will be getting some live entertainment in the house itself. Simultaneously I am keeping a tight watch on his studies so that he does not deviate there!
Me: Sukriya Chacha-ji... par... abhi hum ye baat khatam karte hai.... Ram ke lautne ka waqt ho gaya!
Chacha-ji: Are Ram aayega to uska ahat to sunai dega naaa... tum chinta mat karo... mai sajaag hoon! Par Beti... mera matlab... aur ek baat mai kehna chahti hoon tumse.
Me: Kya Chacha-ji? Boliye na!
Chacha-ji: Err.... I mean Beti... Tum... mera matlab...
Me: Aap jhijhak kiyu rahe hain Chacha-ji? Aur kya baat hai?
Chacha-ji: Yes... wohi keh raha hoon... tum Beti... ab se ghar mei thodi dhang se apni kapde pehna karo... khaaskar Ram ke samne...
Me: Matlab? Mai kya dhang se sari nehi pehenti hoon Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Nehi nehi... main uss angle se nehi bol raha hoon!
Me: Fir?
Chacha-ji: Mere kehne ka matlab hai... kiyu ki tum ghar mei adhiktar samay sari mei hi rehti ho... to phir kuch mamuli adjustment karne se tum asani se Ram ke liye aur akarshak ban sakti ho!
My natural female instinct automatically made me curious about his suggestion and I almost involuntarily reacted.
Me: Kaise?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... samajhdar ko to ishara hi kaafi honi chahiye...
He smiled looking deeply in my eyes. I did note that his eyes slipped once or twice off my face to my hillocks under my blouse. And similar to what he did the other day, even today he adjusted his lund inside his pajama quite openly in front of me! Today not only he was just massing and adjusting his cock while talking to me, but also was holding it with his right hand along its shaft! I tried my best to take my eyes away from his naughty acts and looked at his face.
Me: Err Chacha-ji... mai samajhi nehi... aap hi bataiye.
Chacha-ji: Kya Beti! Ye to koi bhi samajh lega! Aur phir... tum to shadi-shuda ho... tumhare liye ye to aur bhi asan honi chahiye!
I could not read his mind and just giggled foolishly.
Chacha-ji: Are ek-do asaan adjustment karne se tumhari ye jawani isi sari mei aur bhi madmast lagegi! Apne jawan bête ko tum anayas apne kabze mei rakh sakogi!
Me: Sach? Kaisa adjustment Chacha-ji? Boliye na!
Chacha-ji: Okay, okay bata raha hoon... Pehla aur sab se saral cheez jo tum kar sakti ho Ram ke liye wo hai... ye jo sari tum peheni huyi ho... usko thoda niche se peheno...
Me: Thoda niche matlab...
Chacha-ji: Thoda niche matlab... (indicating towards my stomach area) ... navi ke niche.
I generally tied my sari just above my navel and if I were to abide by Chacha-ji’s suggestion, I needed to tie my sari below my navel, which I thought was not too indecent a proposal.
Me: Ha... ye kiya ja sakta hai...
Chacha-ji wanted my deep round navel to remain exposed through my sari for my son.
Chacha-ji: The little hesitation that I can see on your face is about exposing your navel I guess... right Beti?
Me: Ji.. ji!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum to bhagyasali ho ke tum itni sundar gehri navi ke adhikari ho!
I was not sure what to say at this praise; honestly I was more surprised about how could Chacha-ji see my navel; it always remain under my sari cover!
Chacha-ji: Aur Beti ye hamesha maanke chalo ke kisi bhi purush ke liye ek aurat ke mamme, gaand aur jaangh ke ilawa ek aur cheez jo wo khuli huyi dekhna chahta hai wo hai uski navi... and Ram will be no different!
He paused as he was busy scratching his crotch; as he was talking all these to me his dick must have got erected and he was smiling too and I blushed out of natural shyness.
Chacha-ji: To thik hai! Kal se tum apni sari kam se kam char inch niche pehenogi... I mean... abhi jaha bandhi ho waha se char inch niche... okay?
I obviously was a bit hesitant listening to that. F-o-u-r inch! Was that not too much? Four inches meant quite a lot... not only my whole navel area would then remain exposed, but also a major portion of my lower abdomen would also remain uncovered if I start tying my sari so low down! I had to object.
Me: Par Chacha-ji... char inch... aap ko nehi lagta...
Chacha-ji: Yehi tum aurat logo ka problem hai! You do not accept things at face value!
Me: Nehi Chacha-ji... Mai manti hoon apki baat par err...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... maine aisa kya galat bol diya! Ekbar khadi ho jao?
I was not at all ready for such a command from my landlord and could not react for a second or two.
Me: Ji?
Chacha-ji: Maine bola Beti tum ekbar khadi ho jao to asaani se sab pata chal jayega!
Why did he want me to stand up? What was he up to? Will he check where I was wearing my sari right now and would show me how much more I should lower my sari to expose my navel? O My God! That would be so, so embarrassing!
Chacha-ji: Are kahe der karti ho Beti! Ram kisi bhi waqt aa sakta hai!
The elderly man said the above words in such a tone that as if I was involved with him in some extra-marital affair and he wanted to do something with me physically before my husband arrived!
Me: Ji... ji...
I had to stand up; he gently pulled me closer by holding my right arm. I could feel my lips were getting dry and my nipples inside my blouse raising their heads. I already started behaving quite edgy and nervous at this sudden development!
Chacha-ji: Pallu ko zara kas lo ekbar...
I had no option but to obey his order though I tried to complain slightly.
Me: Err... kiyu?
Chacha-ji: Pallu ko nehi kassogi to kiase pata chalega ke mai galat char inch zyada bola ya sahi bola?
I obeyed his order like an obedient student and stretched tight my pallu from my waist over my big round breasts onto my shoulder. As I did that I noted that the elderly man was as if drinking the beauty of my big-sized boobs from such close quarters! Since he was sitting on the cot and I was standing right in front of him, it made the situation pretty awkward for me. His eye-level was almost in line with my mammaries and myself being in a standing posture in front of him made my firm boobs looked to be protruding towards his face! I was naturally feeling pretty awkward at this and tried to move back a bit, but before I could do that Chacha-ji started proving his point.
Chacha-ji: Aur ab jab roz tum uske samne Harpal ko doodh pilati ho aur usko apni choochi dikhati ho to humlog pehla adhyay ke ek pehlu complete kar liye hai.
I dropped my eyes as Chacha-ji again underlined my shameless act of breastfeeding and deliberately exposing my mammaries in front of my grownup son.
Me: Iska... mera matlab... iska du.... dusra pehlu kya hai?
Chacha-ji: Dusra pehlu ye hai... ke kal se tum Ram ke samne kapde badlogi.
Me (almost yelled): What?
Chacha-ji: Beti... Beti! Uttejit mat ho! Ye saare prakriya hum kis liye kar rahe hai? Ram ko tumhari taraf lagatar akarshit karke rakhne ke liye naa... aur koi maqsad to apna hai nehi?
Me: Wo to thik hai Chacha-ji ....par...
Chacha-ji: Beti... abhi mahol bahut kharab hai... tum jhijhakti rahogi aur Ram tumhare haat se raato raat nikal jayega! Tum agar dheel dogi to koi aur usse lubha lega!
I could comprehend what Chacha-ji was trying to convey me and honestly I could not deny that also, but what he proposed was indeed a bit too much! How could I change my dress in front of my son? That indeed would be a very shameless act!
Me: No, no... I can’t do that... it would be too much for a boy of Class VIII... (I murmured within myself)
Chahca-ji: Aur Beti... namuna tumse door bhi to nehi! Ye jo Virender hai apne muhalle mei... apne Ram se ek class upar padhta hai...Virender... janti ho naa?
Me: Ha...
Chacha-ji: Tum kya bhool gayi kuch din pehle uski maa ko uska do dost milke choda tha...
Me: Cho...!!! ...err... mera matlab... hum to sune the ke uski naukar ne chedchhani kiya tha Virender ke maa ke saath!
Chacha-ji: Ha... yehi khabar faili thi wo aurat ne... taki asliyat ka pata na chale! Par asliyat yehi hai ke Virender ke do dost milke uss aurat ko choda tha!
Me: Hey Bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: Bhagwan kuch nehi kar sakta beti... Class IX ke do launde milke uss 35 saal ki aurat achhi tarah se ko chodd diya – yehi haqiqat hai!
I remained in a state of astonishment and seeing the opportunity Chacha-ji just bombarded me with dirty offensive words!
Chacha-ji: Asliyat sun lo mujhse – Virender uske do dost ke saath ghar mei carom khel raha the jab Virender ki maa usse dukan bheji kuch saman laane ke liye.... aur usi mauke mei do launde jo ghar mei reh gaye wo Virender ke mummy ko chod ki – one by one!
Me: Hai Ram! Par... par wo aurat chillai kiyu nehi?
Chacha-ji: Are chillai thi tab na padosi aye... aur wo naukar wala story samne aya!
I probably did not require any further explanation; I was thoroughly shocked at the act of those school boys! I could not even think in my wildest dreams that Ram was up to such things. Oh No!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye sab galat kaam mei dost-log hi uskata hai... aur Ram jaise maasum ladke fas jate hai!
Me: Ji... aap bilkul sahi bole!
I was honestly feeling quite scared now and Chacha-ji used that opportunity to perfection in pinning me down!
Chacha-ji: Iss liye kehta hoon ke thodi si compromise agar tum karti ho Beti... apna ye husn aur jawani ka thoda-sa istemal karti ho... to dekhogi Ram kabhi bhi gair aurat ki taraf aankh uthake bhi nehi dekhega! Samjhi?
Me: Hmm...
Chacha-ji: Uska umar hi to asia hai... tum agar thodi si saath dogi to ghar ka launda ghar mei rahega.... nehi to ekbar agar Ram bahar ki aurat pe nazar dalega... to ladka to gaya... upar se badnaami bhi to hogi!
Chacha-ji indeed was very tactful and clever and knew exactly what he needed to narrate and describe in order to win my confidence.
Me: Ji... ji... bilkul sahi bata rehe hai aap!
Chacha-ji: Iss liye mai kehta hoon ke aage ke do din Ram ko thoda aur tease karo tum apni jism se...
Me: Hmm... waise Chacha-ji... mai to Harpal ko doodh Ram ke samnehi pila rahi hoon... ab se... err... mera matlab... thik hai... kapde bhi uske samne hi badloongi...
Chacha-ji: Right Beti! Let us do it and see if his habit of reading porn books decreases as he will be getting some live entertainment in the house itself. Simultaneously I am keeping a tight watch on his studies so that he does not deviate there!
Me: Sukriya Chacha-ji... par... abhi hum ye baat khatam karte hai.... Ram ke lautne ka waqt ho gaya!
Chacha-ji: Are Ram aayega to uska ahat to sunai dega naaa... tum chinta mat karo... mai sajaag hoon! Par Beti... mera matlab... aur ek baat mai kehna chahti hoon tumse.
Me: Kya Chacha-ji? Boliye na!
Chacha-ji: Err.... I mean Beti... Tum... mera matlab...
Me: Aap jhijhak kiyu rahe hain Chacha-ji? Aur kya baat hai?
Chacha-ji: Yes... wohi keh raha hoon... tum Beti... ab se ghar mei thodi dhang se apni kapde pehna karo... khaaskar Ram ke samne...
Me: Matlab? Mai kya dhang se sari nehi pehenti hoon Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Nehi nehi... main uss angle se nehi bol raha hoon!
Me: Fir?
Chacha-ji: Mere kehne ka matlab hai... kiyu ki tum ghar mei adhiktar samay sari mei hi rehti ho... to phir kuch mamuli adjustment karne se tum asani se Ram ke liye aur akarshak ban sakti ho!
My natural female instinct automatically made me curious about his suggestion and I almost involuntarily reacted.
Me: Kaise?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... samajhdar ko to ishara hi kaafi honi chahiye...
He smiled looking deeply in my eyes. I did note that his eyes slipped once or twice off my face to my hillocks under my blouse. And similar to what he did the other day, even today he adjusted his lund inside his pajama quite openly in front of me! Today not only he was just massing and adjusting his cock while talking to me, but also was holding it with his right hand along its shaft! I tried my best to take my eyes away from his naughty acts and looked at his face.
Me: Err Chacha-ji... mai samajhi nehi... aap hi bataiye.
Chacha-ji: Kya Beti! Ye to koi bhi samajh lega! Aur phir... tum to shadi-shuda ho... tumhare liye ye to aur bhi asan honi chahiye!
I could not read his mind and just giggled foolishly.
Chacha-ji: Are ek-do asaan adjustment karne se tumhari ye jawani isi sari mei aur bhi madmast lagegi! Apne jawan bête ko tum anayas apne kabze mei rakh sakogi!
Me: Sach? Kaisa adjustment Chacha-ji? Boliye na!
Chacha-ji: Okay, okay bata raha hoon... Pehla aur sab se saral cheez jo tum kar sakti ho Ram ke liye wo hai... ye jo sari tum peheni huyi ho... usko thoda niche se peheno...
Me: Thoda niche matlab...
Chacha-ji: Thoda niche matlab... (indicating towards my stomach area) ... navi ke niche.
I generally tied my sari just above my navel and if I were to abide by Chacha-ji’s suggestion, I needed to tie my sari below my navel, which I thought was not too indecent a proposal.
Me: Ha... ye kiya ja sakta hai...
Chacha-ji wanted my deep round navel to remain exposed through my sari for my son.
Chacha-ji: The little hesitation that I can see on your face is about exposing your navel I guess... right Beti?
Me: Ji.. ji!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum to bhagyasali ho ke tum itni sundar gehri navi ke adhikari ho!
I was not sure what to say at this praise; honestly I was more surprised about how could Chacha-ji see my navel; it always remain under my sari cover!
Chacha-ji: Aur Beti ye hamesha maanke chalo ke kisi bhi purush ke liye ek aurat ke mamme, gaand aur jaangh ke ilawa ek aur cheez jo wo khuli huyi dekhna chahta hai wo hai uski navi... and Ram will be no different!
He paused as he was busy scratching his crotch; as he was talking all these to me his dick must have got erected and he was smiling too and I blushed out of natural shyness.
Chacha-ji: To thik hai! Kal se tum apni sari kam se kam char inch niche pehenogi... I mean... abhi jaha bandhi ho waha se char inch niche... okay?
I obviously was a bit hesitant listening to that. F-o-u-r inch! Was that not too much? Four inches meant quite a lot... not only my whole navel area would then remain exposed, but also a major portion of my lower abdomen would also remain uncovered if I start tying my sari so low down! I had to object.
Me: Par Chacha-ji... char inch... aap ko nehi lagta...
Chacha-ji: Yehi tum aurat logo ka problem hai! You do not accept things at face value!
Me: Nehi Chacha-ji... Mai manti hoon apki baat par err...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... maine aisa kya galat bol diya! Ekbar khadi ho jao?
I was not at all ready for such a command from my landlord and could not react for a second or two.
Me: Ji?
Chacha-ji: Maine bola Beti tum ekbar khadi ho jao to asaani se sab pata chal jayega!
Why did he want me to stand up? What was he up to? Will he check where I was wearing my sari right now and would show me how much more I should lower my sari to expose my navel? O My God! That would be so, so embarrassing!
Chacha-ji: Are kahe der karti ho Beti! Ram kisi bhi waqt aa sakta hai!
The elderly man said the above words in such a tone that as if I was involved with him in some extra-marital affair and he wanted to do something with me physically before my husband arrived!
Me: Ji... ji...
I had to stand up; he gently pulled me closer by holding my right arm. I could feel my lips were getting dry and my nipples inside my blouse raising their heads. I already started behaving quite edgy and nervous at this sudden development!
Chacha-ji: Pallu ko zara kas lo ekbar...
I had no option but to obey his order though I tried to complain slightly.
Me: Err... kiyu?
Chacha-ji: Pallu ko nehi kassogi to kiase pata chalega ke mai galat char inch zyada bola ya sahi bola?
I obeyed his order like an obedient student and stretched tight my pallu from my waist over my big round breasts onto my shoulder. As I did that I noted that the elderly man was as if drinking the beauty of my big-sized boobs from such close quarters! Since he was sitting on the cot and I was standing right in front of him, it made the situation pretty awkward for me. His eye-level was almost in line with my mammaries and myself being in a standing posture in front of him made my firm boobs looked to be protruding towards his face! I was naturally feeling pretty awkward at this and tried to move back a bit, but before I could do that Chacha-ji started proving his point.
.
Chacha-ji: Ha... ab thik hai... dekho Beti.. abhi tum sari yaha bandhi ho...
He now lightly touched the starting point of my sari at my waist with his right hand. I was having such an awkward, embarrassing, and excited feel I was unable to express – it was a mixed feeling and as a result I was unable to react at all!
Chacha-ji: Ab tumhari navi puri tarah covered hai... ab mai bol raha hoon ke tum sari to 4 inch niche bandho... iss ka matlab...
Chacha-ji started to descend his fingers slowly from my navel down my lower abdomen! Though initially he was just touching my sari, but now he was pressing his fingers on my sari-covered navel so that I could easily feel his fingers! I was almost trembling in anticipation and embarrassment as I could sense that he was not only sliding his fingers 4 inches down my navel, but also feeling that area.
Me: Ouch! Aaahh..... bas Chacha-ji... mera matlab... ye to bahut...
I naturally was extremely stiff now. I was obviously very uncomfortable as his right hand hovered on my lower abdomen just above my pussy area.
Chachaji: Ye to bahut kya?
Me: Err... mera matlab... ye to bahut niche hai... err... thoda aur upar hone se thik rahega!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum kya chahti ho ke Ram ko ksarat karke jhakna pade tumhari navi mei? Huh... Baat karti ho...
I could not stop smiling the way Chacha-ji said “...Ram ko ksarat karke jhakna pade...” My shameless smile must have encouraged Chacha-ji all the more!
Chahca-ji: Ram ke samne tumhari navi puri tarah se drisyaman rehna chahiye... samjhi?
Chacha-ji was inspecting my lower abdomen – in fact towards my sari-covered choot area and that too from such close quarters... I was standing just a feel away from him! He then nodded his head slightly.
Chacha-ji: Umm... to ye thik rahega?
Saying that he moved his fingers an inch above from his previous location of almost touching my pussy hairs! My lips were dry and throat drier as he constantly rubbed my lower tummy area, which of course is a very sensitive area for any female.
Chacah-ji: Yaha?
Me (I almost whispered): Ji...
My condition was pathetic, my face red, my boobs heaving, and my thunder thighs emitting heat. My tone was husky and whispering. Chacha-ji’s fingers now rested over my sari and petticoat at a location exactly above my choot area, hence I was extremely stiff, blushing, and feeling very edgy.
Chacha-ji: Iss se tumhari navi puri tarah se Ram ko dikhega? Let me check... where is your navel? (saying that he simply started as if searching for my navel and pressed and dabbed his fingers all over my navel area)
Me: Aahh....
I naturally exclaimed and moaned softly at this childish naughty behavior of this elderly man!
Chacha-ji: Ye raha! (saying that he just pushed his ring finger along the depth of my navel through my thin sari!)
Me: Aaahhh....
This time my moan was longer and aloud as I felt Chcaha-ji’s finger push inside my deep round navel and his finger circumference fill the entire depth of my navel!
I blushed like anything and clenched my soft lips. Though Chacha-ji did the whole action very normally and in the most casual manner, but a matured male pushing his finger inside my deep navel made me utterly uneasy and edgy. My breathing was still more heavier and my heavy bosom was moving up and down close to Chacha-ji’s eyes. I wondered if my hard, erect nipples were able to be traced through my thin sari and blouse because time and again I found Chacha-ji peeping at my upright twin peaks. The very thought that this elderly man could trace my swollen nipples through my sari made me feel more tight and instantly I sensed my nipples turning hard like nuts! Moreover, the warmth of his palm on my wrist did not allow me to get back to normalcy at all
Chacha-ji: To fir mere khayal se ye jagah thik rahega... what do you say Beti?
Saying that he gently pressed my hand (which he was constantly holding with his left hand). What did he want me to indicate? He was of course not that close to me in any relation to do that! My husband often did that in my early marriage days to indicate me anything silently without using words, viz. he wanted me to remain silent or he wanted me to go to the other room or may be he just wanted to be physically close with me, but definitely I did not share such close relation with my landlord! I was of course feeling offended at his behavior but did not express anything.
I looked down to check what Chacha-ji was suggesting and found that this time his fingers had stopped at a point slightly higher than what he suggested moments ago. I was again shuffling to remain comfortable as his fingers constantly were touching and pressing my lower tummy area and in a way he was surely groping me! I did not want to drag it more and honestly I could easily sense that my body had started to respond to the male touches. I continued to be stiff and was not in a position to reply freely.
Me: Ji...err... thik... thik hai Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... ye bilkul thik rahega... kal se tum apni petticoat aur sari yahi bandha karo... iss se ek to iss garmi mei tumhe thoda araam milega (he smiled indicatively) ...aur Ram ke naaazar bhi nischit roop se tum pe tika rahega!
As he talked he continued to give pressure with his fingers on extreme lower abdomen and in fact I felt for a moment that he extended his thumb (which was in the lowermost position) and dabbed momentarily on my thick choot hairs just below his fingers! In my natural reflex action and shyness my hips retracted to avoid his thumb from touching my choot and I had to shuffle to remain normal.
Me: Err... Chacha-ji... Ram ka... mera matlab... Ram ke ane ka waqt ho gaya!
And to my good fortune I could hear Ram’s footsteps. Chacha-ji reluctantly removed his hands off my body. I exhaled a sigh of relief though the elderly man was able to substantially heat me up through this sexy chat session. As soon as Chacha-ji released my hand and hearing Ram coming back, I tried to step back a couple of steps as quickly as I could and in my hurried state I almost stepped on the cup and plate which Chacha-ji had kept down on the floor after having his tea.
Me: Eeeii....
I tried to sway my body quickly to the other side to avoid kicking the cup and plate and breaking it. I was naturally somewhat unbalanced and since there was nothing to latch on to I grabbed Chacha-ji’s shirt who was just alighting from his chair at that time. He could have easily just held my hand to help me balance, but the elderly man not only held my hand with his right hand but also pushed his left hand by the side of my body towards my ass to help me stand properly. The second effort was clearly, clearly not required at all, but since it happened so spontaneously and involuntarily from his side that there was nothing I could do to resist. As I was unbalanced and almost stepped on the cup and plate, Chacha-ji quickly held me by my hand, but simultaneously I sensed Chacha-ji’s other free hand grazed passed my waist and his palm and held my ‘back’ as if to give me proper support to get back my balance. But in reality it was absolutely redundant and his palm instead of holding my waist, rested on my fleshy buttocks, and to spell it out more clearly Chacha-ji actually palmed my heavy-fleshed ass globe very cunningly over my sari! I could sense all his five fingers stretched out on the round contour of my ass flesh feeling its firmness and heaviness! My face was red instantly and I almost trembled in Chacha-ji’s arms. Though he removed his hand off my sari-covered buttocks almost immediately as I was able to stand properly, and in came Ram, so we both tried to act most normally in front of him.
Chacha-ji left for upstairs after sometime and I got busy in the kitchen, but even after a while, I was unable to erase that momentarily feel of Chacha-ji’s palm on my bottom off my mind!
After a good tight sleep I was feeling quite fresh in the morning. Today Ram had practical classes in school, so he had to leave early for school. As he left for school he hugged and kissed me at the door and naturally I was quite conscious about his moves and I could note that he was as if getting confident in his moves as days went by! Earlier when he hugged me from the front, he did not try to hold me, he just leant towards me and gently brushed his lips on my cheeks bidding me good-bye. But now-a-days I was finding that he was trying to hold my waist or embrace me trying to feel more of my 30-year-old voluptuous figure! But since Chacha-ji had already coached me on this, I did not mind my son’s moves and had started taking them rather sportingly.
Today also when he came near me and gently hugged me, Ram put his left hand on my bare sweaty waist just above my sari. I was in the kitchen so naturally I was sweating profusely and his hand almost slipped on my sweaty and shiny waistline. I could feel his cold fingers and palm resting on my exposed belly flesh as he kissed me first on my left cheek and then on my right cheek saying ‘good-bye’. Though it was a routine thing that Ram did to me while going to school but surely I could detect subtle variation in his moves. Today he came so close to me while kissing my cheek and I had to virtually protect my fully developed firm breasts with my right hand from getting pressed directly on his body. I obviously did not want to overdo anything and unnecessarily excite my son while going to school. I also noted that while kissing me today Ram as if felt my smooth cheeks with his warm lips just a shade longer.
Chacha-ji: Ha... ab thik hai... dekho Beti.. abhi tum sari yaha bandhi ho...
He now lightly touched the starting point of my sari at my waist with his right hand. I was having such an awkward, embarrassing, and excited feel I was unable to express – it was a mixed feeling and as a result I was unable to react at all!
Chacha-ji: Ab tumhari navi puri tarah covered hai... ab mai bol raha hoon ke tum sari to 4 inch niche bandho... iss ka matlab...
Chacha-ji started to descend his fingers slowly from my navel down my lower abdomen! Though initially he was just touching my sari, but now he was pressing his fingers on my sari-covered navel so that I could easily feel his fingers! I was almost trembling in anticipation and embarrassment as I could sense that he was not only sliding his fingers 4 inches down my navel, but also feeling that area.
Me: Ouch! Aaahh..... bas Chacha-ji... mera matlab... ye to bahut...
I naturally was extremely stiff now. I was obviously very uncomfortable as his right hand hovered on my lower abdomen just above my pussy area.
Chachaji: Ye to bahut kya?
Me: Err... mera matlab... ye to bahut niche hai... err... thoda aur upar hone se thik rahega!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum kya chahti ho ke Ram ko ksarat karke jhakna pade tumhari navi mei? Huh... Baat karti ho...
I could not stop smiling the way Chacha-ji said “...Ram ko ksarat karke jhakna pade...” My shameless smile must have encouraged Chacha-ji all the more!
Chahca-ji: Ram ke samne tumhari navi puri tarah se drisyaman rehna chahiye... samjhi?
Chacha-ji was inspecting my lower abdomen – in fact towards my sari-covered choot area and that too from such close quarters... I was standing just a feel away from him! He then nodded his head slightly.
Chacha-ji: Umm... to ye thik rahega?
Saying that he moved his fingers an inch above from his previous location of almost touching my pussy hairs! My lips were dry and throat drier as he constantly rubbed my lower tummy area, which of course is a very sensitive area for any female.
Chacah-ji: Yaha?
Me (I almost whispered): Ji...
My condition was pathetic, my face red, my boobs heaving, and my thunder thighs emitting heat. My tone was husky and whispering. Chacha-ji’s fingers now rested over my sari and petticoat at a location exactly above my choot area, hence I was extremely stiff, blushing, and feeling very edgy.
Chacha-ji: Iss se tumhari navi puri tarah se Ram ko dikhega? Let me check... where is your navel? (saying that he simply started as if searching for my navel and pressed and dabbed his fingers all over my navel area)
Me: Aahh....
I naturally exclaimed and moaned softly at this childish naughty behavior of this elderly man!
Chacha-ji: Ye raha! (saying that he just pushed his ring finger along the depth of my navel through my thin sari!)
Me: Aaahhh....
This time my moan was longer and aloud as I felt Chcaha-ji’s finger push inside my deep round navel and his finger circumference fill the entire depth of my navel!
I blushed like anything and clenched my soft lips. Though Chacha-ji did the whole action very normally and in the most casual manner, but a matured male pushing his finger inside my deep navel made me utterly uneasy and edgy. My breathing was still more heavier and my heavy bosom was moving up and down close to Chacha-ji’s eyes. I wondered if my hard, erect nipples were able to be traced through my thin sari and blouse because time and again I found Chacha-ji peeping at my upright twin peaks. The very thought that this elderly man could trace my swollen nipples through my sari made me feel more tight and instantly I sensed my nipples turning hard like nuts! Moreover, the warmth of his palm on my wrist did not allow me to get back to normalcy at all
Chacha-ji: To fir mere khayal se ye jagah thik rahega... what do you say Beti?
Saying that he gently pressed my hand (which he was constantly holding with his left hand). What did he want me to indicate? He was of course not that close to me in any relation to do that! My husband often did that in my early marriage days to indicate me anything silently without using words, viz. he wanted me to remain silent or he wanted me to go to the other room or may be he just wanted to be physically close with me, but definitely I did not share such close relation with my landlord! I was of course feeling offended at his behavior but did not express anything.
I looked down to check what Chacha-ji was suggesting and found that this time his fingers had stopped at a point slightly higher than what he suggested moments ago. I was again shuffling to remain comfortable as his fingers constantly were touching and pressing my lower tummy area and in a way he was surely groping me! I did not want to drag it more and honestly I could easily sense that my body had started to respond to the male touches. I continued to be stiff and was not in a position to reply freely.
Me: Ji...err... thik... thik hai Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... ye bilkul thik rahega... kal se tum apni petticoat aur sari yahi bandha karo... iss se ek to iss garmi mei tumhe thoda araam milega (he smiled indicatively) ...aur Ram ke naaazar bhi nischit roop se tum pe tika rahega!
As he talked he continued to give pressure with his fingers on extreme lower abdomen and in fact I felt for a moment that he extended his thumb (which was in the lowermost position) and dabbed momentarily on my thick choot hairs just below his fingers! In my natural reflex action and shyness my hips retracted to avoid his thumb from touching my choot and I had to shuffle to remain normal.
Me: Err... Chacha-ji... Ram ka... mera matlab... Ram ke ane ka waqt ho gaya!
And to my good fortune I could hear Ram’s footsteps. Chacha-ji reluctantly removed his hands off my body. I exhaled a sigh of relief though the elderly man was able to substantially heat me up through this sexy chat session. As soon as Chacha-ji released my hand and hearing Ram coming back, I tried to step back a couple of steps as quickly as I could and in my hurried state I almost stepped on the cup and plate which Chacha-ji had kept down on the floor after having his tea.
Me: Eeeii....
I tried to sway my body quickly to the other side to avoid kicking the cup and plate and breaking it. I was naturally somewhat unbalanced and since there was nothing to latch on to I grabbed Chacha-ji’s shirt who was just alighting from his chair at that time. He could have easily just held my hand to help me balance, but the elderly man not only held my hand with his right hand but also pushed his left hand by the side of my body towards my ass to help me stand properly. The second effort was clearly, clearly not required at all, but since it happened so spontaneously and involuntarily from his side that there was nothing I could do to resist. As I was unbalanced and almost stepped on the cup and plate, Chacha-ji quickly held me by my hand, but simultaneously I sensed Chacha-ji’s other free hand grazed passed my waist and his palm and held my ‘back’ as if to give me proper support to get back my balance. But in reality it was absolutely redundant and his palm instead of holding my waist, rested on my fleshy buttocks, and to spell it out more clearly Chacha-ji actually palmed my heavy-fleshed ass globe very cunningly over my sari! I could sense all his five fingers stretched out on the round contour of my ass flesh feeling its firmness and heaviness! My face was red instantly and I almost trembled in Chacha-ji’s arms. Though he removed his hand off my sari-covered buttocks almost immediately as I was able to stand properly, and in came Ram, so we both tried to act most normally in front of him.
Chacha-ji left for upstairs after sometime and I got busy in the kitchen, but even after a while, I was unable to erase that momentarily feel of Chacha-ji’s palm on my bottom off my mind!
After a good tight sleep I was feeling quite fresh in the morning. Today Ram had practical classes in school, so he had to leave early for school. As he left for school he hugged and kissed me at the door and naturally I was quite conscious about his moves and I could note that he was as if getting confident in his moves as days went by! Earlier when he hugged me from the front, he did not try to hold me, he just leant towards me and gently brushed his lips on my cheeks bidding me good-bye. But now-a-days I was finding that he was trying to hold my waist or embrace me trying to feel more of my 30-year-old voluptuous figure! But since Chacha-ji had already coached me on this, I did not mind my son’s moves and had started taking them rather sportingly.
Today also when he came near me and gently hugged me, Ram put his left hand on my bare sweaty waist just above my sari. I was in the kitchen so naturally I was sweating profusely and his hand almost slipped on my sweaty and shiny waistline. I could feel his cold fingers and palm resting on my exposed belly flesh as he kissed me first on my left cheek and then on my right cheek saying ‘good-bye’. Though it was a routine thing that Ram did to me while going to school but surely I could detect subtle variation in his moves. Today he came so close to me while kissing my cheek and I had to virtually protect my fully developed firm breasts with my right hand from getting pressed directly on his body. I obviously did not want to overdo anything and unnecessarily excite my son while going to school. I also noted that while kissing me today Ram as if felt my smooth cheeks with his warm lips just a shade longer.
I was naturally a bit uncomfortable momentarily especially when his lips met my cheeks as his left hand was resting on my bare belly. But Ram just smiled and behaved normally as he left for school and I thought it must be too much thinking on my part.
One significant change that had developed after Chacha-ji coaching me was that I was now-a-days not at all comfortable with my grownup son getting close to me and was ending up in a somewhat ‘heated’ state having hard nipples and warm thighs inside my dress, which never ever happened earlier! My son was as if turning like a ‘male’ touching me and was making me feel awkward and giving me a tight feeling physically. I was too much embarrassed to share that with anyone and continued to live with it.
Since Ram left early today for school I was not able to apply Chacha-ji’s lessons on him in the morning. As I got some time in the day I made sure to check Ram’s bookshelf if there were any more dirty books but fortunately there were none which surely made me feel pleased and naturally my faith intensified on Chacha-ji’s techniques.
In the afternoon after all my household works were complete, I decided to try out a trial to wear my sari low down my navel. When I tried that I realized that it was not the easiest thing to do as I had to adjust more than one thing!
Unlike other married women I was not at all comfortable to wear panties which had loose elastic grip on the waist; I rather would remain panty-less instead of wearing a panty with loose elastic waistband. I had noted several married women wearing panties with loose elastic bands and the panty sliding down their waist and even down their ass crack inside their dress. I was very particular about that. After stripping my sari in front of the mirror, I untied my petticoat string and dropped it down on the floor. I was now only wearing a panty down my half-naked naked body. As I usually wear my panty high up, I had to lower it down a bit since I would be wearing the sari below my navel. I lowered my panty waistline a bit down to and adjusted it appropriately for wearing sari in a low-hip style. Though it was not absolutely necessary, but still I did it for my own satisfaction.
But there was a problem!
I had a very thick tuft of choot hair which thinned upwards towards my navel and it was not easy for me to just lower my panty like that! I could easily note in the mirror that as I lowered my panty down my waist an inch, a prominent line of my pubic hair started remaining exposed over the scant cover of my undergarment! Though I knew the cover of the petticoat would be there, but still I was not 100% okay in my mind, but there was hardly anything that I could do also because the prime objective was to keep my navel exposed and for that I had to lower my dress.
Though I was somewhat uncomfortable exposing the upper limits of my pubic hairs, I was able to cover it with my petticoat. Unlike other women, my pubic hairs were thick and quite prominent even when they were at their upper limits near my navel! Then I wrapped my sari over my petticoat keeping my bellybutton fully exposed. To be comfortable and to check how I was looking, I walked a few steps in front of the mirror and immediately self-certified myself a few times and was quite contented that I was looking different!
I never had tried this before as I used to tie my sari always above my navel and never did my husband also suggested me to keep my bellybutton exposed while wearing a sari, but today following Chacha-ji’s suggestion I looked quite special! The whole appeal of my body as if heightened through this subtle change!
Me: Wow! Thanks Chacha-ji for suggesting this...
I giggled and murmured in my mind. Just then I also remembered how Chacha-ji caught me yesterday when I got unbalanced.
I could as if still feel his hand on my big firm gaand!
And yesterday at that time I was not even wearing a panty inside my sari and hence Chacha-ji must have felt the unrestricted heaviness of my ass flesh on his palm! Though no one was around and I was all alone in my bedroom, I started sniggering. .
How could I snigger at that incident? Chacha-ji was like a fatherly figure to me. Did he have a hard on directly gripping my tight fleshy bottom? I chuckled. Was I getting naughty in my thoughts? Was I trying to build things with Chacha-ji as Vinay was inert?
I was not aware when I got asleep thinking of all those and was awakened by my baby’s cries as he felt hungry. With sleepy eyes I pushed my pallu aside and just opened the hooks of my blouse and pushed my nipple inside Harpal’s mouth.
Bhabi-ji! Bhabi-ji! Bhabi-ji! Bhabi-ji!
I could hear Haria calling me. Haria was Chacha-ji’s servant who looked after his disabled son, Sanjay. Throughout the day Haria had to remain upstairs looking after the handicapped and hardly did he get a chance to come downstairs. If there was a need Chacha-ji generally came down and called me. What could have happened today that Haria was downstairs! Why was he calling me? Any emergency?
I hastily removed the nipple from the baby’s lips and got up; thankfully Harpal did not start crying at my act and started playing by himself. I just wrapped the pallu around me to look decent and opened the door.
Me: What... what is it Haria?
Haria: Bhabi-ji, mujhe niche ana pada kiyu ki Chacha-ji ghar me nehi hai...
Me: O... par hua kya hai?
Haria: Kuch der pehle mai varande mei tha... upar ... Sanjay Bhaiya waha baitha tha.... to Ram school se laut ke... niche se mujhe bola ke abhi wo Jayant ke ghar khelne ja raha hai... aur uska bag rakhke gaya aur ap ko batane ko bola...
Me: Uff! Ye ladka na...
Haria: Bag agar niche pada rehta Bhabi-ji... to koi uthake le jata... iss liye mai socha ke aap ko bol du...
Me: Nehi nehi... tu-ne bilkul thik kiya Haria... de bag de... aur tu upar ja... Sanjay akela hai... gir-wir jayega to muskil hoga.
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji...
Haria handed me the bag and was about to turn and go upstairs when he turned back to me and seemed wanted to say something more.
Me: Kya hua? Aur kuch bolega?
Haria: Umm... ji... mera matlab Bhabi-ji... umm...
Me: Are hichkhichata kahe hai? Bol na jo bolna hai?
Haria: Ha... Bhabi-ji... ek baat aapko batana chahta hoon... Ram...
Me: Aur kuch kiya hai Ram?
Haria: Nehi Bhabi-ji... kuch kiya to nehi.... par
Me: Are bol to sahi!
I was naturally getting impatient but was curious too as it was related to my son.
Haria: Ha batata hoon... peechle kuch dino se Bhabi-ji... mai dekh raha hoon ke Ram raat ko ek bar chatt pe jata hai...
Me: Chattt pe?!? Kis liye?
Haria: Mai nehi janta par roz nehi Bhabi-ji... mera matlab... guruwar, shanichar aur iitbar ko hi wo upar aata hai raat ko!
I was more curious now. Why would Ram go to the roof at night? And that too on specific days!
Me: Roz nehi? Sirf teen din? Ye to bada atpata sa harkat hai!
Hraia: Ji Bhabi-ji... pehle mai socha tha ke Ram se poochonga... par mai dekha ke wo chori-chupe chatt pe ata hai... to usse poochna mai sehi nehi samjha...
Me: Hmm... achha kiya usse direct nehi poocha... aur mujhe bataya...
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji... maine Chacha-ji ko bhi nehi bataya...
Me: Hmm... achha kiya... Kya wo.... kya wo cigerrate wigrette peene laga hai? Aur iss liye shayad chatt pe jata hai? Haria...ye ho sakta hai?
Haria: Kya Bhabi-ji... hapte mei sirf teen din koi cigarette peeta hai? Aur wo baat bhi nehi hai... kyo ki mujhe chatt pe diyaslai ya cigerrate-bidi ke tukde kabhi nehi mil-e!
Me: O! Tab to.... tab to dusra hi kuch baat hai!
I was naturally quite puzzled and was thinking hard on what could be the matter with Ram that he had to go to the roof three times a week at night. I was momentarily unmindful and when I got back to senses I as if felt that Haria was eyeing my big-sized mammaries, though he immediately shifted his eyes but my womanly sense probably caught him.
Me: Thik hai Haria... tu upar ja... mai dekhti hoon baat kya hai...
Haria: Ji Bhabhi-ji! Agar koi madat ki zaroorat padhe iss bare mei... to mujhe zaroor boliye...
I nodded and Haria went upstairs though I found him looking backwards at me for no apparent reason. I was back in my room with a somewhat concerned mind. Already Ram’s habit of reading dirty adult books was revealed by Chacha-ji and now Haria also noted something abnormal about my son. As I passed the mirror and was about to sit on the bed, I almost froze!
O My God! How could I do this! How could I be so, so careless?!?
I stood like a statue in front of the mirror with a wide open mouth of exclamation! As I was facing the mirror I could clearly note what had happened. In my sleepiness state when I heard Haria calling me I just pushed off the baby’s lips from my nipple and wrapped my sari pallu on my upper part and went out. I completely forgot to push back my right breast which the baby was sucking inside my blouse and went out straight in front the male servant!
O God!
As I stepped out of my bedroom in front of Haria my one breast was dangling out of my half-open blouse! I also noted that the sari I was wearing was also not thick enough to protect my decency and half of my naked right breast including my dark-textured areola and nipple was completely outside the cover of blouse! I cursed myself for being so sloppy and careless in front of the servant because after all he was an adult male and he must have been delighted to see such a sexy scene! That’s why probably I caught him eyeing my boobs and even when he was going upstairs he was time and again looking back at my exposed voluptuous figure!
In the evening once I was back from my walk with the baby and changed to a sari, I followed Chacha-ji’s suggestion and tied my sari below my navel. I could not deny the fact that I was looking much tempting with this slight adjustment and I also wore a bra (which I did not usually wear while at home) to look more tidy and elegant.
One significant change that had developed after Chacha-ji coaching me was that I was now-a-days not at all comfortable with my grownup son getting close to me and was ending up in a somewhat ‘heated’ state having hard nipples and warm thighs inside my dress, which never ever happened earlier! My son was as if turning like a ‘male’ touching me and was making me feel awkward and giving me a tight feeling physically. I was too much embarrassed to share that with anyone and continued to live with it.
Since Ram left early today for school I was not able to apply Chacha-ji’s lessons on him in the morning. As I got some time in the day I made sure to check Ram’s bookshelf if there were any more dirty books but fortunately there were none which surely made me feel pleased and naturally my faith intensified on Chacha-ji’s techniques.
In the afternoon after all my household works were complete, I decided to try out a trial to wear my sari low down my navel. When I tried that I realized that it was not the easiest thing to do as I had to adjust more than one thing!
Unlike other married women I was not at all comfortable to wear panties which had loose elastic grip on the waist; I rather would remain panty-less instead of wearing a panty with loose elastic waistband. I had noted several married women wearing panties with loose elastic bands and the panty sliding down their waist and even down their ass crack inside their dress. I was very particular about that. After stripping my sari in front of the mirror, I untied my petticoat string and dropped it down on the floor. I was now only wearing a panty down my half-naked naked body. As I usually wear my panty high up, I had to lower it down a bit since I would be wearing the sari below my navel. I lowered my panty waistline a bit down to and adjusted it appropriately for wearing sari in a low-hip style. Though it was not absolutely necessary, but still I did it for my own satisfaction.
But there was a problem!
I had a very thick tuft of choot hair which thinned upwards towards my navel and it was not easy for me to just lower my panty like that! I could easily note in the mirror that as I lowered my panty down my waist an inch, a prominent line of my pubic hair started remaining exposed over the scant cover of my undergarment! Though I knew the cover of the petticoat would be there, but still I was not 100% okay in my mind, but there was hardly anything that I could do also because the prime objective was to keep my navel exposed and for that I had to lower my dress.
Though I was somewhat uncomfortable exposing the upper limits of my pubic hairs, I was able to cover it with my petticoat. Unlike other women, my pubic hairs were thick and quite prominent even when they were at their upper limits near my navel! Then I wrapped my sari over my petticoat keeping my bellybutton fully exposed. To be comfortable and to check how I was looking, I walked a few steps in front of the mirror and immediately self-certified myself a few times and was quite contented that I was looking different!
I never had tried this before as I used to tie my sari always above my navel and never did my husband also suggested me to keep my bellybutton exposed while wearing a sari, but today following Chacha-ji’s suggestion I looked quite special! The whole appeal of my body as if heightened through this subtle change!
Me: Wow! Thanks Chacha-ji for suggesting this...
I giggled and murmured in my mind. Just then I also remembered how Chacha-ji caught me yesterday when I got unbalanced.
I could as if still feel his hand on my big firm gaand!
And yesterday at that time I was not even wearing a panty inside my sari and hence Chacha-ji must have felt the unrestricted heaviness of my ass flesh on his palm! Though no one was around and I was all alone in my bedroom, I started sniggering. .
How could I snigger at that incident? Chacha-ji was like a fatherly figure to me. Did he have a hard on directly gripping my tight fleshy bottom? I chuckled. Was I getting naughty in my thoughts? Was I trying to build things with Chacha-ji as Vinay was inert?
I was not aware when I got asleep thinking of all those and was awakened by my baby’s cries as he felt hungry. With sleepy eyes I pushed my pallu aside and just opened the hooks of my blouse and pushed my nipple inside Harpal’s mouth.
Bhabi-ji! Bhabi-ji! Bhabi-ji! Bhabi-ji!
I could hear Haria calling me. Haria was Chacha-ji’s servant who looked after his disabled son, Sanjay. Throughout the day Haria had to remain upstairs looking after the handicapped and hardly did he get a chance to come downstairs. If there was a need Chacha-ji generally came down and called me. What could have happened today that Haria was downstairs! Why was he calling me? Any emergency?
I hastily removed the nipple from the baby’s lips and got up; thankfully Harpal did not start crying at my act and started playing by himself. I just wrapped the pallu around me to look decent and opened the door.
Me: What... what is it Haria?
Haria: Bhabi-ji, mujhe niche ana pada kiyu ki Chacha-ji ghar me nehi hai...
Me: O... par hua kya hai?
Haria: Kuch der pehle mai varande mei tha... upar ... Sanjay Bhaiya waha baitha tha.... to Ram school se laut ke... niche se mujhe bola ke abhi wo Jayant ke ghar khelne ja raha hai... aur uska bag rakhke gaya aur ap ko batane ko bola...
Me: Uff! Ye ladka na...
Haria: Bag agar niche pada rehta Bhabi-ji... to koi uthake le jata... iss liye mai socha ke aap ko bol du...
Me: Nehi nehi... tu-ne bilkul thik kiya Haria... de bag de... aur tu upar ja... Sanjay akela hai... gir-wir jayega to muskil hoga.
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji...
Haria handed me the bag and was about to turn and go upstairs when he turned back to me and seemed wanted to say something more.
Me: Kya hua? Aur kuch bolega?
Haria: Umm... ji... mera matlab Bhabi-ji... umm...
Me: Are hichkhichata kahe hai? Bol na jo bolna hai?
Haria: Ha... Bhabi-ji... ek baat aapko batana chahta hoon... Ram...
Me: Aur kuch kiya hai Ram?
Haria: Nehi Bhabi-ji... kuch kiya to nehi.... par
Me: Are bol to sahi!
I was naturally getting impatient but was curious too as it was related to my son.
Haria: Ha batata hoon... peechle kuch dino se Bhabi-ji... mai dekh raha hoon ke Ram raat ko ek bar chatt pe jata hai...
Me: Chattt pe?!? Kis liye?
Haria: Mai nehi janta par roz nehi Bhabi-ji... mera matlab... guruwar, shanichar aur iitbar ko hi wo upar aata hai raat ko!
I was more curious now. Why would Ram go to the roof at night? And that too on specific days!
Me: Roz nehi? Sirf teen din? Ye to bada atpata sa harkat hai!
Hraia: Ji Bhabi-ji... pehle mai socha tha ke Ram se poochonga... par mai dekha ke wo chori-chupe chatt pe ata hai... to usse poochna mai sehi nehi samjha...
Me: Hmm... achha kiya usse direct nehi poocha... aur mujhe bataya...
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji... maine Chacha-ji ko bhi nehi bataya...
Me: Hmm... achha kiya... Kya wo.... kya wo cigerrate wigrette peene laga hai? Aur iss liye shayad chatt pe jata hai? Haria...ye ho sakta hai?
Haria: Kya Bhabi-ji... hapte mei sirf teen din koi cigarette peeta hai? Aur wo baat bhi nehi hai... kyo ki mujhe chatt pe diyaslai ya cigerrate-bidi ke tukde kabhi nehi mil-e!
Me: O! Tab to.... tab to dusra hi kuch baat hai!
I was naturally quite puzzled and was thinking hard on what could be the matter with Ram that he had to go to the roof three times a week at night. I was momentarily unmindful and when I got back to senses I as if felt that Haria was eyeing my big-sized mammaries, though he immediately shifted his eyes but my womanly sense probably caught him.
Me: Thik hai Haria... tu upar ja... mai dekhti hoon baat kya hai...
Haria: Ji Bhabhi-ji! Agar koi madat ki zaroorat padhe iss bare mei... to mujhe zaroor boliye...
I nodded and Haria went upstairs though I found him looking backwards at me for no apparent reason. I was back in my room with a somewhat concerned mind. Already Ram’s habit of reading dirty adult books was revealed by Chacha-ji and now Haria also noted something abnormal about my son. As I passed the mirror and was about to sit on the bed, I almost froze!
O My God! How could I do this! How could I be so, so careless?!?
I stood like a statue in front of the mirror with a wide open mouth of exclamation! As I was facing the mirror I could clearly note what had happened. In my sleepiness state when I heard Haria calling me I just pushed off the baby’s lips from my nipple and wrapped my sari pallu on my upper part and went out. I completely forgot to push back my right breast which the baby was sucking inside my blouse and went out straight in front the male servant!
O God!
As I stepped out of my bedroom in front of Haria my one breast was dangling out of my half-open blouse! I also noted that the sari I was wearing was also not thick enough to protect my decency and half of my naked right breast including my dark-textured areola and nipple was completely outside the cover of blouse! I cursed myself for being so sloppy and careless in front of the servant because after all he was an adult male and he must have been delighted to see such a sexy scene! That’s why probably I caught him eyeing my boobs and even when he was going upstairs he was time and again looking back at my exposed voluptuous figure!
In the evening once I was back from my walk with the baby and changed to a sari, I followed Chacha-ji’s suggestion and tied my sari below my navel. I could not deny the fact that I was looking much tempting with this slight adjustment and I also wore a bra (which I did not usually wear while at home) to look more tidy and elegant.
Ram did not notice it at the first go but when he noticed it I could note that he was eyeing me more than normal. The young boy was simply bowled over and I giggled and enjoyed the stares of my son at my bellybutton and also on my overall voluptuous figure. I moved about in the room time and again in front of his eyes so that Ram could get a good look at my sexily exposed navel. Moreover, since today I was wearing a bra inside my blouse, my big-sized mammaries naturally looked all the more firm and full extracting more attention from my son!
Seeing Ram’s enthusiastic and fervent attention I could not stop myself from being slightly naughty! As I came to the kitchen and was about to get back to the room where Ram was studying I quickly adjusted my pallu over my boobs.... I made it thinner and pinned it tightly over my shoulder so that Ram could now spot a great sexy side-view of my left boob. Since I was wearing a bra my blouse-covered mammaries looked all the more firm and upright under my pallu. I checked that the entire shape and size of my blouse-covered coconut-like left breast was visible from the side! I giggled sexily and was breathing a shade heavy and went back from the kitchen to Ram again.
As soon as Ram spotted my sexy side-view, I noted him to be twitchy and restless which made me titter again. I could see his mouth open involuntarily and I realized that my overall sexy presentation had affected him quite a bit! As I moved about in the room doing ‘unnecessary’ cleaning and rearrangement of things, I could sense Ram was as if licking my exposed navel and tight boobies through his eyes!
Harpal also did not bother me much today and was playing by himself for a long period of time and so I got an uninterrupted opportunity to complete all my cooking and other chores and then I took him in my lap and sat where Ram was studying to feed him. I noticed that Ram was already developing his tuition teacher’s habit! I caught him twice today with his hand on his crotch and eyes on my jawani!
As per Chacha-ji;s direction I was all set to breast feed the baby in front of Ram. It was as if a double dose for my young growing son because he seemed already quite fascinated by my constant navel exposure and sexy side view of my boobs and now it was time for boob exposure! Though Ram did not have the courage to look directly at my breasts, he was trying his best to peep at my tits from the corner of his eyes. He was visibly restive and shuffling and was unable to focus on the school book that was open in front of him. I was also getting carried away by this exercise and seeing Ram’s keenness I felt like removing my blouse completely! I immediately giggled at my naughty thought!
I slowly opened my blouse hooks from the bottom and just moved the blouse aside to reveal my left melon which looked swollen and ready to be sucked. My baby was hungry and eagerly started sucking my milk filled left tit. I could observe that Ram was breathing a shade heavy and was doing all sorts of silly things to peep at my exposed breast. To convince my grownup son that I was not keeping an eye on him, I just picked up a book and started reading it. Ram must have been much relieved and glad seeing me do that.
He could now directly look at my swollen left naked mammary being sucked by the baby.
“Chuk chuk! Chuk chuk!”
I could make out that the constant sound which the baby was making while sucking milk from my breast must have made Ram all the more impatient! There was one problem that I was facing now that my overall exercise of exposing in front of my son was making me heated up somewhat, which was but natural, and this made my nipples a bit hard and erect and the baby was having difficulty to suck. I tried to control my elated condition so that my nipples did not get hard, but honestly it was not easy!
Some moments passed and I acted as if I was too much engrossed in the book that I was reading. I could sense that Ram had stopped peeping and was now directly staring at my shameless breastfeeding process. At times the baby was taking off his lips from my nipple (probably he was not able to suck probably from my hardened nipples) and then again was trying to suck and I was quite sure during that ‘rest’ period Ram must have been feasting his eyes on my naked breast with my brown swollen wet nipple completely out in the open and fully wet with milk and shining in the bright light of the room like some expensive gemstone!
Naturally the sight of any matured woman whose breast was half out of her blouse would (s)excite any male and Ram was no exception! My uncovered mammary hanging out to be sucked made Ram extremely horny and I could see his right hand had automatically gone down to his crotch and was scratching the area. I also noted from the corner of my eyes that he was now looking straight at my breasts, eyelids not twitching, as if mesmerized by the beauty of my big swollen mammaries.
Was I doing too much for the young boy to take?
I thought for a moment to cover myself with my pallu and stop this bold and shameless act, but instantly remembered Chacha-ji’s words to grow him up so that Ram was defocussed from those dirty pornographic books. So I continued to pretend to read the book that I had in front of me and my son as if ‘ate’ my nipple, areola, and the exposed breast flesh through his eyes!
After another couple of minutes I found Harpal sleepy; I had noted that the baby had played by himself for a significant period of time prior and so feeling sleeping was natural for him with a full appetite now. I did not raise my eyes so that Ram could comfortably continue to enjoy the ‘sexy show’ that I was offering to him. Ram must have noted that the baby was no more hungry and in fact instead he was playing with my boobs, pressing them and trying to grab my swollen erect nipple with his small fingers. The baby was also looking here and there, he was not sucking milk any more, and my left boob remained completely open for Ram to have a 100% unhindered view!
The next moment I noted that the baby looked at Ram and in turn Ram also acted as if he wanted to play with it. As the baby continued to look at his elder brother, the latter was hungrily staring at my tits and was making all sorts of gestures to the baby. I pretended as if I was too involved in the reading and did not care to look at what was going on.
My left tit continued to remain exposed.... now for a significant period of time... my pallu pushed up.... half of my blouse hooks open... the baby was not feeding... my left nipple and areola completely visible to Ram...
I continued my bold and shameless show for at least 5 minutes and then honestly I felt pretty much embarrassed to be sitting like that. Thankfully the baby fell asleep as it was tired and probably Ram also was too much excited seeing such a free and unhindered view of a woman’s breast that I caught him adjusting his dick inside his half pant. He must have been too horny and his dick must have grown to its full size as the very next moment he requested me to excuse him as he wanted to go to the toilet. I nodded with a wicked smile and could not stop giggling as he hurried towards the bathroom.
Seeing Ram’s enthusiastic and fervent attention I could not stop myself from being slightly naughty! As I came to the kitchen and was about to get back to the room where Ram was studying I quickly adjusted my pallu over my boobs.... I made it thinner and pinned it tightly over my shoulder so that Ram could now spot a great sexy side-view of my left boob. Since I was wearing a bra my blouse-covered mammaries looked all the more firm and upright under my pallu. I checked that the entire shape and size of my blouse-covered coconut-like left breast was visible from the side! I giggled sexily and was breathing a shade heavy and went back from the kitchen to Ram again.
As soon as Ram spotted my sexy side-view, I noted him to be twitchy and restless which made me titter again. I could see his mouth open involuntarily and I realized that my overall sexy presentation had affected him quite a bit! As I moved about in the room doing ‘unnecessary’ cleaning and rearrangement of things, I could sense Ram was as if licking my exposed navel and tight boobies through his eyes!
Harpal also did not bother me much today and was playing by himself for a long period of time and so I got an uninterrupted opportunity to complete all my cooking and other chores and then I took him in my lap and sat where Ram was studying to feed him. I noticed that Ram was already developing his tuition teacher’s habit! I caught him twice today with his hand on his crotch and eyes on my jawani!
As per Chacha-ji;s direction I was all set to breast feed the baby in front of Ram. It was as if a double dose for my young growing son because he seemed already quite fascinated by my constant navel exposure and sexy side view of my boobs and now it was time for boob exposure! Though Ram did not have the courage to look directly at my breasts, he was trying his best to peep at my tits from the corner of his eyes. He was visibly restive and shuffling and was unable to focus on the school book that was open in front of him. I was also getting carried away by this exercise and seeing Ram’s keenness I felt like removing my blouse completely! I immediately giggled at my naughty thought!
I slowly opened my blouse hooks from the bottom and just moved the blouse aside to reveal my left melon which looked swollen and ready to be sucked. My baby was hungry and eagerly started sucking my milk filled left tit. I could observe that Ram was breathing a shade heavy and was doing all sorts of silly things to peep at my exposed breast. To convince my grownup son that I was not keeping an eye on him, I just picked up a book and started reading it. Ram must have been much relieved and glad seeing me do that.
He could now directly look at my swollen left naked mammary being sucked by the baby.
“Chuk chuk! Chuk chuk!”
I could make out that the constant sound which the baby was making while sucking milk from my breast must have made Ram all the more impatient! There was one problem that I was facing now that my overall exercise of exposing in front of my son was making me heated up somewhat, which was but natural, and this made my nipples a bit hard and erect and the baby was having difficulty to suck. I tried to control my elated condition so that my nipples did not get hard, but honestly it was not easy!
Some moments passed and I acted as if I was too much engrossed in the book that I was reading. I could sense that Ram had stopped peeping and was now directly staring at my shameless breastfeeding process. At times the baby was taking off his lips from my nipple (probably he was not able to suck probably from my hardened nipples) and then again was trying to suck and I was quite sure during that ‘rest’ period Ram must have been feasting his eyes on my naked breast with my brown swollen wet nipple completely out in the open and fully wet with milk and shining in the bright light of the room like some expensive gemstone!
Naturally the sight of any matured woman whose breast was half out of her blouse would (s)excite any male and Ram was no exception! My uncovered mammary hanging out to be sucked made Ram extremely horny and I could see his right hand had automatically gone down to his crotch and was scratching the area. I also noted from the corner of my eyes that he was now looking straight at my breasts, eyelids not twitching, as if mesmerized by the beauty of my big swollen mammaries.
Was I doing too much for the young boy to take?
I thought for a moment to cover myself with my pallu and stop this bold and shameless act, but instantly remembered Chacha-ji’s words to grow him up so that Ram was defocussed from those dirty pornographic books. So I continued to pretend to read the book that I had in front of me and my son as if ‘ate’ my nipple, areola, and the exposed breast flesh through his eyes!
After another couple of minutes I found Harpal sleepy; I had noted that the baby had played by himself for a significant period of time prior and so feeling sleeping was natural for him with a full appetite now. I did not raise my eyes so that Ram could comfortably continue to enjoy the ‘sexy show’ that I was offering to him. Ram must have noted that the baby was no more hungry and in fact instead he was playing with my boobs, pressing them and trying to grab my swollen erect nipple with his small fingers. The baby was also looking here and there, he was not sucking milk any more, and my left boob remained completely open for Ram to have a 100% unhindered view!
The next moment I noted that the baby looked at Ram and in turn Ram also acted as if he wanted to play with it. As the baby continued to look at his elder brother, the latter was hungrily staring at my tits and was making all sorts of gestures to the baby. I pretended as if I was too involved in the reading and did not care to look at what was going on.
My left tit continued to remain exposed.... now for a significant period of time... my pallu pushed up.... half of my blouse hooks open... the baby was not feeding... my left nipple and areola completely visible to Ram...
I continued my bold and shameless show for at least 5 minutes and then honestly I felt pretty much embarrassed to be sitting like that. Thankfully the baby fell asleep as it was tired and probably Ram also was too much excited seeing such a free and unhindered view of a woman’s breast that I caught him adjusting his dick inside his half pant. He must have been too horny and his dick must have grown to its full size as the very next moment he requested me to excuse him as he wanted to go to the toilet. I nodded with a wicked smile and could not stop giggling as he hurried towards the bathroom.