om was calling.
Hey chal naa mummy bula rahai hain ..
and dragged him to the room which he had prepared for her.
Mom had opened her suit cases and bags to put things in wardrobe.
I offered some drops still lingering on my fingertip to her and she licked greedily.
“Umm umm bahoot swadisht hai…and licking her lips she said and looked appreciatively at him.
“ arre mummy aap kahne ko takalif kar rahi hain ye hain naa…”
I told and he immediately sat on keens and joined.
She had kept her saris, petticoats, other dresses and undergarments separately.
While keeping in the cupboard he lingered on a bra.
It was exquisite, sheer silk, lacy and with beautiful work, pink. He held it in one hand caressing…
“ kyon acaha lag raha hai…chal tu rakhe le agar tujhe paand aa gaaya…” and mom gifted her bra to him.
I could hardly suppress my grin looking at his smiling face.
She got up to go to bathroom, and I teased her,
“ are mummy yahin change kar lijiyega…ab inase kya sharam …’
“ theek kah rahi hai tu…ab ye bhi to apani hi biradari main…” a
nd she wrapped a towel but before that he caught a glimpse her perfect twin 36 D D boobs, in white lacy bra…and when she turned, her swinging mast chootar…
She was looking at the shining sheen of bathroom.
“ Mummy…in hone khud chamakaya hai…sab kuch apane hath se …yahan tak ki toi…”
Interrupting me mom beamed….
“ aree vaah…tab to …chal aaj istemall kar leti hun varana mera plan to kuch aur tha”
and looked at him meaningfully grinning.
He blushed fully understanding her intentions.
“ ekdam mummy,maine
I jested but mom had closed the door before.
“Achaa chal ke jara kahan banao…jara mummy ko mallom ho to jao ki unkae daamd ne kya sikha hai…”
I chided and shooed him back to kitchen.
After mom came out we kept on doing ‘ Panchayat’ all sorts of gossips, and then after about one and half hour he announced lunch.
It was a well spread banquet. Starting from clear soup, chicken tikka and kabab as starter…it went on an on. There was rogan josh, mutton korma, handi chicken and biryani. I had told him that mom likes non veg dishes.
Mom was just smiling and enjoying the aroma. While he was brining fresh chpaati she told me, glowing
“ you know what a person eats, depends not what his stomach needs but reflects, his upbringing, social roots, family environment and total evolution. By making such a drastic change to his culinary habit and even converting him to prepare it …you have just prised him away from his roots.”
“ Mom, it is all your courtesy…akhir aap hi ki beti hun naa…”I reciprocated.
“ aur main bhi to aap ka hi…” bringing roti he said but mom interrupted ,
“ ekdam… beta why don’t you also join.”
“ nahin aap kya kah rahe the ki…I am not so sure ….aap meri us chinal nannd ke yaar ho isliye mare nandoi lage…tumhri bahano pe maire bhai…isliye …salle lage…aur..”
“ aur meri samdahn ke …bhi to” and both of us burst into giggling.
“ jaiaye aap log to hardam ek hi baat “
aur jaise bura maan ke he returned back to kitchen.
He was insisting to serve us first but mom almost ordered him and he joined us.
Every thing was perfect and mom who is such a gourmet was thrilled more with me for the type of training I gave him, somebody coming from such a puritanical background.
For sweet dish , there were freshly cut mango with jelly and phirani.
Looking at those big juicy mango pieces she could not stop smiling as she was also aware about his aversion, in pre jkg days and even my bet with my nannad.
Caressing his hair…she said, it is really good, you have become a perfect cook and will do any kitchen a proud, bolo kya maanagte ho.
I can not describe joy on his face.
“ nahin nahin Mummy , you are happy this is enough for me, to please you my pleasure.”
Before mom could say anything, I teased,“ arre sada suhagan raho…doodho nahao pooto phalo…”
Hey chal naa mummy bula rahai hain ..
and dragged him to the room which he had prepared for her.
Mom had opened her suit cases and bags to put things in wardrobe.
I offered some drops still lingering on my fingertip to her and she licked greedily.
“Umm umm bahoot swadisht hai…and licking her lips she said and looked appreciatively at him.
“ arre mummy aap kahne ko takalif kar rahi hain ye hain naa…”
I told and he immediately sat on keens and joined.
She had kept her saris, petticoats, other dresses and undergarments separately.
While keeping in the cupboard he lingered on a bra.
It was exquisite, sheer silk, lacy and with beautiful work, pink. He held it in one hand caressing…
“ kyon acaha lag raha hai…chal tu rakhe le agar tujhe paand aa gaaya…” and mom gifted her bra to him.
I could hardly suppress my grin looking at his smiling face.
She got up to go to bathroom, and I teased her,
“ are mummy yahin change kar lijiyega…ab inase kya sharam …’
“ theek kah rahi hai tu…ab ye bhi to apani hi biradari main…” a
nd she wrapped a towel but before that he caught a glimpse her perfect twin 36 D D boobs, in white lacy bra…and when she turned, her swinging mast chootar…
She was looking at the shining sheen of bathroom.
“ Mummy…in hone khud chamakaya hai…sab kuch apane hath se …yahan tak ki toi…”
Interrupting me mom beamed….
“ aree vaah…tab to …chal aaj istemall kar leti hun varana mera plan to kuch aur tha”
and looked at him meaningfully grinning.
He blushed fully understanding her intentions.
“ ekdam mummy,
I jested but mom had closed the door before.
“Achaa chal ke jara kahan banao…jara mummy ko mallom ho to jao ki unkae daamd ne kya sikha hai…”
I chided and shooed him back to kitchen.
After mom came out we kept on doing ‘ Panchayat’ all sorts of gossips, and then after about one and half hour he announced lunch.
It was a well spread banquet. Starting from clear soup, chicken tikka and kabab as starter…it went on an on. There was rogan josh, mutton korma, handi chicken and biryani. I had told him that mom likes non veg dishes.
Mom was just smiling and enjoying the aroma. While he was brining fresh chpaati she told me, glowing
“ you know what a person eats, depends not what his stomach needs but reflects, his upbringing, social roots, family environment and total evolution. By making such a drastic change to his culinary habit and even converting him to prepare it …you have just prised him away from his roots.”
“ Mom, it is all your courtesy…akhir aap hi ki beti hun naa…”I reciprocated.
“ aur main bhi to aap ka hi…” bringing roti he said but mom interrupted ,
“ ekdam… beta why don’t you also join.”
“ nahin aap kya kah rahe the ki…I am not so sure ….aap meri us chinal nannd ke yaar ho isliye mare nandoi lage…tumhri bahano pe maire bhai…isliye …salle lage…aur..”
“ aur meri samdahn ke …bhi to” and both of us burst into giggling.
“ jaiaye aap log to hardam ek hi baat “
aur jaise bura maan ke he returned back to kitchen.
He was insisting to serve us first but mom almost ordered him and he joined us.
Every thing was perfect and mom who is such a gourmet was thrilled more with me for the type of training I gave him, somebody coming from such a puritanical background.
For sweet dish , there were freshly cut mango with jelly and phirani.
Looking at those big juicy mango pieces she could not stop smiling as she was also aware about his aversion, in pre jkg days and even my bet with my nannad.
Caressing his hair…she said, it is really good, you have become a perfect cook and will do any kitchen a proud, bolo kya maanagte ho.
I can not describe joy on his face.
“ nahin nahin Mummy , you are happy this is enough for me, to please you my pleasure.”
Before mom could say anything, I teased,“ arre sada suhagan raho…doodho nahao pooto phalo…”
Caressing his hair…she said, it is really good, you have become a perfect cook and will do any kitchen a proud, bolo kya maanagte ho.
I can not describe joy on his face.
“ nahin nahin Mummy , you are happy this is enough for me, to please you my pleasure.”
Before mom could say anything, I teased,
“ arre sada suhagan raho…doodho nahao pooto phalo…”
And that gave mom an idea…
“ yes , haan ye bolo…you wann bacche…”
“ haan mummy …” his face was in rapture.
( actually that was the thing I was denying him as I was always on pill and no way…)
“ chal bol kitane…ek do teen chaar…” she challenged.
“ paanch…” he blurted.
“ Evamastu….she smiled and blessed. Chal …agale 4 saal main taire 5 bachhe hon.”
“ 4 saal main 5 how…I was wondering.
“ kyon nahin gabhin hone se janane ke bich kitana time lagata hai…9 mahine naa…to 45 mahine hi to…” mom explained laughing.
I was flabbergasted. It was not going to happen to Me.
Mom ordered him to get some more mango jelly and when he left she told me,
“ are why are you bothering I never said you…I said to him…so it need not be you …” and by the time he came back.
I was still not very clear but felt relived that it is not me.
Poor he. He could not discern that subtle difference and looking at me he touched moms feet for that blessing.
Mom lifted him up and said,
“to ab khush ho naa…lekin isake liye jo jarroi kaam kai vo karana padega aur jasie main khun vaise …ekdam usi tarah se aur sun …ye khushkhubari sun ke tera tanatanagaya
It was getting hard.
And he blushed.
Manju bai was not to come that day so he became busy with chauka bartan, ssafs afai of kitchen and we retired to mom’s room for gupshup.
In the evening mom opened the gifts packets which we had seen in the morning while unpacking. There were saris, dresses, jewelleries, sexy lingerie and many more things…for me. He was looking at them with spite…
“ Mummy, mare liye…” he could not resist asking.
“ are taire liye to main hun naa…too hi to kah raha tha…ki bas aap aa jaaiye…” she teased.
But I sided with my hubby.
“ he to dekh kya rahe ho …gift warp kholana shuru kar do” indicating towards strings of her dresses I indicated.
And we started laughing.
“ ekdam meri aur se poori izzazat hai…lekin aise kaise ho skata hain ki main apane itte pyare pyare and she pinched his cheeks…le and she opened another big packet.
Their were pink nighties, saris exactly like mine…and very sexy slightly padded bra and panties. Of course their was shalwar suits…and dresses and to add to it mom we putting everything on him saying …
“ ye taire upar bahoot acha lagegaa…aur dekh isake saath ka matching …” and she will bring out some pretty , lingerie and high heels. Yes there were three of them.
Touch of mom and along with dress…it was too much even for him and he rushed to kitchen….
“ jaa raha haun kadahai jal rahi hogi…” his favourite hiding spot and his favourite bahana…and our laughter chased him their.
Eveing meal was simpler fair but it followed by juicy dashari and Alfonso which mom had brought.
And during entire meal mom was teasing him taking name of his mother and sister and even threatening him…” chal dekh aaj raat ko kya haal karati hun tera.
He was frightened but anticipating those forbidden joys every minute
when we moved to mom’s room she was caressing, pinching his bottom and teasing, meri samdahn ke bhi bade mast chootar hain…and rubbed a finger in crack of his ass.
She was complaining a bit of tiredness after long journey and he started massaging her feet which went up further. He was kneading, pressing, squeezing like a perfect masseuse.
It drained away all the tiredness but she went to sleep.
And we came back to our room.
Next day in the morning mom suggested to him that let us go to some body beautification shop and get his ear pierced.
But he was relentless no no…it will be too much. Actually make up and other things were not causing any permanent body alterations, and he was shy that when he will go to his maika where everybody used to parade him as masculinity personified…and without that hairy growth over his upper lips itself was going to shorn him of some ‘dignity’ but that was what we intended.
“ see iasmae kaun si baat dher saare mard…look at models, sport stars…and she recounted dozen of names…they all wear and she showed him some sites too…beautifully tiny silver studs, zirconia’s…and he had to convince
I knew my mom …he had to get convinced.
And in half an hour we were in a body shop.
Actually, here slightly more than normal piercing were done and it was what is known as “adult shops”.
He offered various types of piercing and mom asked for both nose and ear.
Poor he. He was sitting in his chair, waiting and before he could realize his ears were pierced. He could not do anything about nose as the shop has system that hands were cuffed in the chair so that koi jahtaka vataka…so surgically after ear he went ahead and did nose too.
While he was waiting for it to be healed, a girl came who started doing cleaning of his holes.
Mom was looking at catalogues of piercing or what they call BME, and she was looking at nipples of girls…various types…and she enquired from me…fully knowing,
“ hey…kya naam hai tumhari us naand ka….”
“ Guddi…” I said smiling , realizing she must be planning.
“ dekh ye kaisa lagaagega uskae upar and passed on catalogue to him.
I can not describe joy on his face.
“ nahin nahin Mummy , you are happy this is enough for me, to please you my pleasure.”
Before mom could say anything, I teased,
“ arre sada suhagan raho…doodho nahao pooto phalo…”
And that gave mom an idea…
“ yes , haan ye bolo…you wann bacche…”
“ haan mummy …” his face was in rapture.
( actually that was the thing I was denying him as I was always on pill and no way…)
“ chal bol kitane…ek do teen chaar…” she challenged.
“ paanch…” he blurted.
“ Evamastu….she smiled and blessed. Chal …agale 4 saal main taire 5 bachhe hon.”
“ 4 saal main 5 how…I was wondering.
“ kyon nahin gabhin hone se janane ke bich kitana time lagata hai…9 mahine naa…to 45 mahine hi to…” mom explained laughing.
I was flabbergasted. It was not going to happen to Me.
Mom ordered him to get some more mango jelly and when he left she told me,
“ are why are you bothering I never said you…I said to him…so it need not be you …” and by the time he came back.
I was still not very clear but felt relived that it is not me.
Poor he. He could not discern that subtle difference and looking at me he touched moms feet for that blessing.
Mom lifted him up and said,
“to ab khush ho naa…lekin isake liye jo jarroi kaam kai vo karana padega aur jasie main khun vaise …ekdam usi tarah se aur sun …ye khushkhubari sun ke tera tanatana
It was getting hard.
And he blushed.
Manju bai was not to come that day so he became busy with chauka bartan, ssafs afai of kitchen and we retired to mom’s room for gupshup.
In the evening mom opened the gifts packets which we had seen in the morning while unpacking. There were saris, dresses, jewelleries, sexy lingerie and many more things…for me. He was looking at them with spite…
“ Mummy, mare liye…” he could not resist asking.
“ are taire liye to main hun naa…too hi to kah raha tha…ki bas aap aa jaaiye…” she teased.
But I sided with my hubby.
“ he to dekh kya rahe ho …gift warp kholana shuru kar do” indicating towards strings of her dresses I indicated.
And we started laughing.
“ ekdam meri aur se poori izzazat hai…lekin aise kaise ho skata hain ki main apane itte pyare pyare and she pinched his cheeks…le and she opened another big packet.
Their were pink nighties, saris exactly like mine…and very sexy slightly padded bra and panties. Of course their was shalwar suits…and dresses and to add to it mom we putting everything on him saying …
“ ye taire upar bahoot acha lagegaa…aur dekh isake saath ka matching …” and she will bring out some pretty , lingerie and high heels. Yes there were three of them.
Touch of mom and along with dress…it was too much even for him and he rushed to kitchen….
“ jaa raha haun kadahai jal rahi hogi…” his favourite hiding spot and his favourite bahana…and our laughter chased him their.
Eveing meal was simpler fair but it followed by juicy dashari and Alfonso which mom had brought.
And during entire meal mom was teasing him taking name of his mother and sister and even threatening him…” chal dekh aaj raat ko kya haal karati hun tera.
He was frightened but anticipating those forbidden joys every minute
when we moved to mom’s room she was caressing, pinching his bottom and teasing, meri samdahn ke bhi bade mast chootar hain…and rubbed a finger in crack of his ass.
She was complaining a bit of tiredness after long journey and he started massaging her feet which went up further. He was kneading, pressing, squeezing like a perfect masseuse.
It drained away all the tiredness but she went to sleep.
And we came back to our room.
Next day in the morning mom suggested to him that let us go to some body beautification shop and get his ear pierced.
But he was relentless no no…it will be too much. Actually make up and other things were not causing any permanent body alterations, and he was shy that when he will go to his maika where everybody used to parade him as masculinity personified…and without that hairy growth over his upper lips itself was going to shorn him of some ‘dignity’ but that was what we intended.
“ see iasmae kaun si baat dher saare mard…look at models, sport stars…and she recounted dozen of names…they all wear and she showed him some sites too…beautifully tiny silver studs, zirconia’s…and he had to convince
I knew my mom …he had to get convinced.
And in half an hour we were in a body shop.
Actually, here slightly more than normal piercing were done and it was what is known as “adult shops”.
He offered various types of piercing and mom asked for both nose and ear.
Poor he. He was sitting in his chair, waiting and before he could realize his ears were pierced. He could not do anything about nose as the shop has system that hands were cuffed in the chair so that koi jahtaka vataka…so surgically after ear he went ahead and did nose too.
While he was waiting for it to be healed, a girl came who started doing cleaning of his holes.
Mom was looking at catalogues of piercing or what they call BME, and she was looking at nipples of girls…various types…and she enquired from me…fully knowing,
“ hey…kya naam hai tumhari us naand ka….”
“ Guddi…” I said smiling , realizing she must be planning.
“ dekh ye kaisa lagaagega uskae upar and passed on catalogue to him.
hey…kya naam hai tumhari us naand ka….” “ Guddi…”I said smiling , realizing she must be planning. “ dekh ye kaisa lagaagega uskae upar and passed on catalogue to him. He could not return it back but was feeling very uncomfortable esp. in presence of that lady assistant who was very young who too was looking at pictures along with me. There were pierced nipples, nipples rings and even coverings for nipples… “ bolo naa…aayegi jab tumhare saath to…”“What is her age…” that young assistant quizzed and I replied. “ it is all right …some girls do start wearing …in teen age but what is her size…” “ bolo naa tumhe to maalom hai…” both me and mom goaded him in unison. “ umh…actually …ok…hesitatingly he told …32 C.” “ this is perfect for a girl of her age….” That lady confirmed but what actually matters is nipple size, how big are they …now this time she asked directly from him. He was diffident and of course he did not knew…at least till that time. Thode chote hain…I admitted as I had kneaded and pinched them heartily during holi and was aware. Just budding you know….teen boobs.” Ohh she was a bit disappointed, loosing a potential customer. But mom was not so quick to loose a battle. She was turning pages and there was picture of a nipple encircled with a golden ring at base….and showing it to all of us she asked…along with some nipple enlargement. “ yes it can be done but there are two issues…one fees for this is slightly stiff …” “ don’t bother about that …are inki mameri bahan hai…aur apani pyari abhan ke liye ye kuch bhi kar sakate hain…money is no problem…” mom answered and teased. He was blushing but now was trapped. “ lekin karnege kasai…and what is the second issue, mummy wanted to proceed ahead. “ actually it should be at least half inch then we take over some …if some body can suck it expertly and hard even smallest nips rise to that size…” she was in spirits. “ no problem…are ye kis marz ki dava hain…jar kas ke pahale chooobhlana phir hachak ke choosna…kyon manjoor hai naa…us bicharai ka bhala ho jayegaa…” Poor he how could he refuse and with a lot of effort said a weak han. “Pahale one should caress and fondle which makes breasts hard and nips poke out and then…using only lips and flicking it with toungue…even most diffident and shy girls…it pokes out…don’t worry we will be there during process and explain it to you” Now that young assistant too had joined our gang and was enjoying and teasing him. “ and then…mom was very curious and wanted to seal the deal. “And then we use the vacuum pump, she indicated a test tube type thing, only it was attached with a pipe in rear and was very small. We put it over the nipple and run the pump…it is slightly painful but blood moves to nipple and at least one inch size can be obtained. Now in the same state we put that ring, of course you would like it gold…” she asked greedily. “ekdam …” I was surprised this time he spoke. “And now blood can not go back so it remains erect. We make the ring very tight, and after removing the tube, we inject collagen and some other chemicals, which make it hard almost permanently ( mom later on discussed with her and persuaded her to add something which will also keep it aroused), one inch pink nipples on a 32 C …boob will look real beautiful. After words may be she can get nipple rings and other decorations too. And one more thing…” now she was looking for form to be filled up and then gave it to him. “ actually it has to be filled up by the girl only or some direct relative and then consent too from a male member…” He signed in place of consent. We accept credit cards and 80% charge has to be paid in advance and he took out card and she vanished with card. After returning the card , she completed her sentence. And one more thing it may look pricey but there are other concessions , like one belly ring has 60% discount and on extreme BME there are 20 % discounts. Mom was turning the pages and she was already looking at extreme body modifications. She got up and handed over catalogue to him, It was pierce glanced,…and then something in cum sack… “ we call it male chastity belts…it can be removed too of course by the wife and she explained…and it does not affect bodily function…” Kyon karavana hai …I teased him. Mom was also standing next to him, holding the catalogue…. Nahin… abhi nahin… And it is for females….that girl assistant…was speaking. There were clit with rings and labia with 2-4 rings. You can think about that girl may be nipple ring and …she is young but we are very careful may be as you said baad main…concession is valid… and then owner came to check and found piercing have healed properly. Good it look nice and …it is good that you have booked that …ring and …sure we are best in that. There was a call and he went out to attend that. And girl spoke again… “ one thing about that ring and nipple …let me tell you in advance… It will keep her aroused almost permanently ..esp. as nips get rubbed with cloth so she will have to dress in some soft bra to avoid that…” “ no need for that…mom interjected…she will wear half cup bras and let nips be seen under the tank top and get rubbed, what is the fun if such beautiful nips are not seen or at least half seen…” She asked to him and he nodded in yes. “ but she will be very wet …in that condition …” girl was enjoying….you know constant rubbing of hard nips…and her lower lips will be constantly fluttering…she will not only be wet her face entire demeanor…she will be …any body looking at her will know how eager she is …and she will not be able to control too…” that teen girl assistant had ganged up with mom in teasing him. “ but lekikn yahi to ye chaate hain….that his sis should be very hot always open…kyon bhaiya…” and Mom again turned conversation to him. His discomfiture was writ large on his face. He was feeling so embarrassed, but he dare not argue with mom. He was saved form further humiliation as shopkeeper entered with two packets and a bill. It has turned out perfectly, rechecking at nasal and ear piercing he said and took out stud from the packet, and they are gift from our shop, ear piercing has become common in males but nasal is still infrequent. But mom was too sharp for him. She had already opened her packets and taking it to his ear said, “ no, no he is my only dammad and I had brought a special gift form sass and thanks for such a good job , beti can you help she invited that t shirt jean wearing that teen assistant. Sure and together they put two big golden jhumaka in his ear similar to one which me and mom were wearing and then it was turn of nathuni, a small golden ring with a pearl strung in that. “You are looking so pretty”, that girl said caressing his cheek and showed him a mirror. Colour drained from his face, looking at face adorned with jhumaka and nath. “And don’t try to remove it, at least for a week, and any way you can not remove it without help of a female. If you tried , it will damage your piercing and wound will not heal easily.” She further warned. Shop keeper was looking at these antics but must have been used to it. Looking at bill he said, “ you had booked for some nipple rings and …who that girl is related with. It will be very …is she…” “She is his cousin ,… cutting him short I added. “ ok and form has your consent …is it correct …” he asked. “ yes he confirmed.” “ Good then I think it settles the deal and I will order ...necessary…” and went out. And the suppressed giggle of mine and that girl assistant broke. Mom took out another packet and asked that girl, “ what is your name I forgot to ask…” “I am Nancy, Nancy Gupta.” She told us confidently and offered us his cell number too. Mom opened the packet. There were two glistening gold rings for ear. She gave it her as a token of gift and she was thanking profusely. Any way we will be meeting again for that nipple ring and rest assured …I will do it in such a manner that they will be most talked about nips in the town, smiling she told him. Yes that is what he wants mom further added, hai naa beta, looking at him with a grin. And itta asar hoga…I can tell you she will look and behave in most wantonly manner. | |
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When we came out I was driving and he was sting with mom in rear seat.
Mom was constantly appreciating his jhumaka, nath and teasing his about my nanad.
“ did you listen what Nancy said about nips of your cousin…they will be always erect kitta acha lagega naa…that was the best gift you could have given to your sis…she will be cynosure of all eyes,…” Mom kept on teasing, directly looking into his eyes.
“ Mummy, to be precise her bobs and nips…they will be the talking point…her twin points…” I also joined the banter while driving.
“ taire shahar ke ladkon ki to chandi ho jayegi…Mom continued…but …no…yes she must wear half cup bras only which should just support her boobs and push it up …he nipples that way will ever rub with top or frock or kurta, what ever she wears…constant rub will surely keep it erect and ….it will be almost visible and I can guarantee…salle sare laundo ka laund dekh ke ekdtam tan tana jaayega…kyon hai naa…”
she was asking for confirmation from me and him.
“ sure mummy , driving I jointed the banter.
“ par inki bahan ko to bhi maja aayega…har dam gilli rahegi…lagagega jais koi mast mard…juban se uske khade kahde nipple hardam flick kar raha ho….upar khada rahega aur niche bhiga…”
“ arre aur mard kaun…tumhara mard….kyon kahana khogaye kya soch rahe ho kasi lagegi uski kadi kadi choti choti choonchiyon pe …tane tane nipple…chal ab to tum maayke jaa hi rahe ho le aao…aur phir nipple ring…paisa to us ne advance le hi liya hai tumhare card se…”
relentless rag of mom was continuing and it was added with a caress on his check. Sure it made his bristles go up and it was not only his bristles which were up, I was sure.
He was in a confused state. Taunt and jeering of mom had certainly made things difficult for him in more ways than one, I was sure. But he was still not very comfortable with his long golden Jhumaka and diamond studded nath so he was wishing that we should reach home fast. He had closed the tinted windo**, but mom pulled them down saying she always prefers fresh breeze to AC air.
And when mom took a pause I started,
“ so what type of lingerie we should get for her , size to usnne khud tumhe bata di hai…32 C bhiaya…I mimicked in her sisters teen voice. And now considering the nipple ring which will make her nips taut and so erect….”“ aare isame sochane ki kya baat hai…” mom ne tukada lagaya… “ sheer half cup lacy bra…which will just push up her teen tennis size boobs but keep nips exposed and sheer fishnet half cup which will be translucent…sab kuch dikahta hai…soft fishnet cups niche se aise kas ke pade rahenge ki…usako aisaa lagegaa…”
“ ki …ki jaisa uske bhoaya ne usake mamme daba rakhe hon …hain naa…”
I jested and looked at him…and continued the attack…
yes half cup will only conceal her almost half the boobs only…and rest will keep on rubbing against her top or shirt….t shirt or top main to bahoot jaan mar lagegi vo salli…yes…aur sath main niche kya bolo naa ….are tum bhi to kuch idea to tumhara maal hai…size usane tumko bataaya…”
I asked pointedly from him.
He was blushing, and feeling aroused at the same time.
“ I think matching thongs will be good idea….and strap usake lower lips ke bich main. upar nipple ragadega niche lower lips…hai na…kyon tumharai bahana to pahan ke ekdam mast ho jayegi…”
“ are tumhara bhi to phayada hoga hardam gilli rahehi to jab chahe tab nihurao…ghusedo…na koi cream na koi Vaseline…”
and this time mom was not only directly addressing him but her fingers caressing his blushing cheeks stayed at his lips for some time, and rubbed it.
It was too much.
Next turn was our house but mom abruptly commanded,
“ oops take it back….”.
“ kyon…he asked. I knew he was in a tearing rush to reach home but moms command overtook everything….’
“ actually I had asked…your beauty parlour vali for a facial and she has given appointment…I think we are already late.”
“Yes mom…she is stickler for time and any way she is very busy and she has huge appointments waiting so we must rush …and saying that I turned the car back.
I could not prevent me from looking at his long sullen face.
“ kyon kya hua sharama rahe ho ki koi tumhe is jumake aur nath nain dekg lega…aare achae to lag rahae hain….
and saying that mom so erotically caressed his face…
“Aree nahin mummy….vo dar rahe hain ki kahin inaki nath naa utar jaaye…”
I too joined in teasing him from front.
“ aare iski nath urtarane ki kisame himmat hai….isaki nath to ham utarnege aur vo bhi aaj raat ko….
and this time her lingering fingers on his face slightly parted his lips and went in…
“ yes mummy and …inki nath ham utarenge aur badale main apni us kunvari kishore kasi kacchi kali,naand ki nath main insase utarva dungi…kyon hain na manjoor…” I scoffed him.
and mom continued unabated… “bolo naa kya jaldi hai ghar jaane ki…ya jo baat ham log tumhari bahan ke bare main kar rahe the…half cup lacy sheer push up padded bra with nips exposed rubbing in her tank top, and matching pink thing ensconced in her wet pussy lips….ghar jaa ke tumhe usak naam leke mutth marane ka plan to nahin tha….tanatana to ye gaya hai….”
And this time unabashedly she rubbed the tent pole bulging in his jeans.
“ naahin nahin …vo sab kuch nahin…main sirf…actually kal raat…main theek se….muje neend jor se aa rahi thai…ghar jaak main so jata..”
He was such a poor excuse maker…we both realized…but mom winked at me not to tease him further and pushed his head over her shoulders…
“ aare maire munna…bachhe…itti si baat….chal maire kandhe pe sar rakh ke so jaa…and she pulled his head to her shoulders.
“ achaa chal ab mat chidahana bicahre maire …chinal teri naand khud hai aur badnaam isko kar…rahi…so ja… and she patted his head in a manner which by no stretch of imagination could have been called matronly.
But he pretended to sleep.
Mom was constantly appreciating his jhumaka, nath and teasing his about my nanad.
“ did you listen what Nancy said about nips of your cousin…they will be always erect kitta acha lagega naa…that was the best gift you could have given to your sis…she will be cynosure of all eyes,…” Mom kept on teasing, directly looking into his eyes.
“ Mummy, to be precise her bobs and nips…they will be the talking point…her twin points…” I also joined the banter while driving.
“ taire shahar ke ladkon ki to chandi ho jayegi…Mom continued…but …no…yes she must wear half cup bras only which should just support her boobs and push it up …he nipples that way will ever rub with top or frock or kurta, what ever she wears…constant rub will surely keep it erect and ….it will be almost visible and I can guarantee…salle sare laundo ka laund dekh ke ekdtam tan tana jaayega…kyon hai naa…”
she was asking for confirmation from me and him.
“ sure mummy , driving I jointed the banter.
“ par inki bahan ko to bhi maja aayega…har dam gilli rahegi…lagagega jais koi mast mard…juban se uske khade kahde nipple hardam flick kar raha ho….upar khada rahega aur niche bhiga…”
“ arre aur mard kaun…tumhara mard….kyon kahana khogaye kya soch rahe ho kasi lagegi uski kadi kadi choti choti choonchiyon pe …tane tane nipple…chal ab to tum maayke jaa hi rahe ho le aao…aur phir nipple ring…paisa to us ne advance le hi liya hai tumhare card se…”
relentless rag of mom was continuing and it was added with a caress on his check. Sure it made his bristles go up and it was not only his bristles which were up, I was sure.
He was in a confused state. Taunt and jeering of mom had certainly made things difficult for him in more ways than one, I was sure. But he was still not very comfortable with his long golden Jhumaka and diamond studded nath so he was wishing that we should reach home fast. He had closed the tinted windo**, but mom pulled them down saying she always prefers fresh breeze to AC air.
And when mom took a pause I started,
“ so what type of lingerie we should get for her , size to usnne khud tumhe bata di hai…32 C bhiaya…I mimicked in her sisters teen voice. And now considering the nipple ring which will make her nips taut and so erect….”“ aare isame sochane ki kya baat hai…” mom ne tukada lagaya… “ sheer half cup lacy bra…which will just push up her teen tennis size boobs but keep nips exposed and sheer fishnet half cup which will be translucent…sab kuch dikahta hai…soft fishnet cups niche se aise kas ke pade rahenge ki…usako aisaa lagegaa…”
“ ki …ki jaisa uske bhoaya ne usake mamme daba rakhe hon …hain naa…”
I jested and looked at him…and continued the attack…
yes half cup will only conceal her almost half the boobs only…and rest will keep on rubbing against her top or shirt….t shirt or top main to bahoot jaan mar lagegi vo salli…yes…aur sath main niche kya bolo naa ….are tum bhi to kuch idea to tumhara maal hai…size usane tumko bataaya…”
I asked pointedly from him.
He was blushing, and feeling aroused at the same time.
“ I think matching thongs will be good idea….and strap usake lower lips ke bich main. upar nipple ragadega niche lower lips…hai na…kyon tumharai bahana to pahan ke ekdam mast ho jayegi…”
“ are tumhara bhi to phayada hoga hardam gilli rahehi to jab chahe tab nihurao…ghusedo…na koi cream na koi Vaseline…”
and this time mom was not only directly addressing him but her fingers caressing his blushing cheeks stayed at his lips for some time, and rubbed it.
It was too much.
Next turn was our house but mom abruptly commanded,
“ oops take it back….”.
“ kyon…he asked. I knew he was in a tearing rush to reach home but moms command overtook everything….’
“ actually I had asked…your beauty parlour vali for a facial and she has given appointment…I think we are already late.”
“Yes mom…she is stickler for time and any way she is very busy and she has huge appointments waiting so we must rush …and saying that I turned the car back.
I could not prevent me from looking at his long sullen face.
“ kyon kya hua sharama rahe ho ki koi tumhe is jumake aur nath nain dekg lega…aare achae to lag rahae hain….
and saying that mom so erotically caressed his face…
“Aree nahin mummy….vo dar rahe hain ki kahin inaki nath naa utar jaaye…”
I too joined in teasing him from front.
“ aare iski nath urtarane ki kisame himmat hai….isaki nath to ham utarnege aur vo bhi aaj raat ko….
and this time her lingering fingers on his face slightly parted his lips and went in…
“ yes mummy and …inki nath ham utarenge aur badale main apni us kunvari kishore kasi kacchi kali,naand ki nath main insase utarva dungi…kyon hain na manjoor…” I scoffed him.
and mom continued unabated… “bolo naa kya jaldi hai ghar jaane ki…ya jo baat ham log tumhari bahan ke bare main kar rahe the…half cup lacy sheer push up padded bra with nips exposed rubbing in her tank top, and matching pink thing ensconced in her wet pussy lips….ghar jaa ke tumhe usak naam leke mutth marane ka plan to nahin tha….tanatana to ye gaya hai….”
And this time unabashedly she rubbed the tent pole bulging in his jeans.
“ naahin nahin …vo sab kuch nahin…main sirf…actually kal raat…main theek se….muje neend jor se aa rahi thai…ghar jaak main so jata..”
He was such a poor excuse maker…we both realized…but mom winked at me not to tease him further and pushed his head over her shoulders…
“ aare maire munna…bachhe…itti si baat….chal maire kandhe pe sar rakh ke so jaa…and she pulled his head to her shoulders.
“ achaa chal ab mat chidahana bicahre maire …chinal teri naand khud hai aur badnaam isko kar…rahi…so ja… and she patted his head in a manner which by no stretch of imagination could have been called matronly.
But he pretended to sleep.
For a few minutes there was silence, but mom broached another topic, organizing a hen party.
Of course I was very enthusiastic. She told we must only invite those ladies who are open minded, a bit liberated and bold, a bit innovative and will enjoy wild side of life.
We started making guest list and I suggested name of Sujata, and explained to mom how she suggested such interesting games for club new year party and I am sure would love to swing. Some of friends mom was aware of …and then we were discussing about games, activities and sure it was going to great fun.
Mom suggested, hey may be we can include that girl Nancy.
Sure mom, I affirmed with gusto. I recalled the way she was teasing him, suggested nipple ring for his sis and even described impact it will have on her. But the most interesting was the way she agreed to add some ‘ interesting substance’ to collagen which she was planning to inject to her nipples, not only to make them taut but very sensitive.
And a smile ran on my face, and I quizzed,
“ aur mummy vo cock to ab hen ban gayi hai ….”
“ why not…it will be perfect…”
And we can make our guest list by checking their vie** about men and if they are proper only then we will select them.
Yes she concurred and asked a question which will be on the list …it was a game we had played before …
“why men are like high heels.”
“they are easy to walk on once you get the hang of it.” I blurted.
“ …like copiers…”
“they are required for reproduction…but that is about it.”
“…bank accounts…”
“without a lot of money they don’t generate lot of interest”
“ ….like commercials …”
“ you don’t believe a word of what they say…”
“….like popcorn…”
“ they satisfy you but only for little while..”
And it was my turn to ask…
Why women prefer cucumber to men and we kept on rattling with giggles….
The average cucumber is at least 6 inches long.
Cucumbers stay hard for a week.
Cucumbers don't get too excited.
Cucumbers never suffer from performance anxiety.
You can fondle a cucumber in a supermarket.... and you know how firm it is before you take it home.
Yes mom it will be great fun I agreed while planning all the details of hen party how to make it wild sexy and raucous.
But when I turned back to look…
.it was so erotic, mom was playing a perfect seductress. His head had slid slightly, mom was keeping one hand over his shoulders, so her tight white sleeve less blouse had pulled up, defining contours of her 36dd perfectly and thin cloth of it was so much ….chipaka hua tha….ki with her breath …one could see almost its every detail…and it was not only very low cut highlighting her deep cleavage but from side too it was cut liberally….and I was sure my hubby was enjoying this vista gleefully.
But it was nothing. With her arms on shoulders, her armpit were totally exposed and black tuft of hair their in …her gori gori kaanh…and such a sweet special aroma emanating form there….his nose was almost glued there and his lips were just inches away from the exposed part of flesh of mom’s boobs…and mom was slightly bend on him so her lips were just grazing over his earlobes.
She tried to adjust her pallu which only fully exposed her very deep low cut tight blouse which not only uncovered her deep cleavage but upper part of her luscious, voluptuous, fair domes. And as if it was not enough she carelessly put her other hand just bellow her full-bosomed white blouse which further pushed her ample curves out.
His eyes were close…but we all knew that he is pretending and enjoying every bit of it.
No body wanted to break that pretension. It was good for him, good for mom who trying to adjust his hand, brought it closer and fingers tips touched exposed part of her luxuriant bosoms…and he almost got electrocuted.
I could not suppress my smile as he squeezed his eyes with greater force.
But the biggest proof of his arousal was his jeans bursting bulge.
Fingers of hand which was pushing out mom’s ample boos from her almost translucent white blouse, were drawing a line with her long red paint coated nails.
“ lagata hai tumhari us chinal nanad ka spana dekh rahaa hai, tight low cut top main erect nipples …” mom said squeezing it a bit.
“ sapane main kahin gadabad naa hao jaaya….” I jested turning car to parlour.
“ aare apani bahan ki kasi kachi choot chod raha hoga…” and she squeezed his bulbous supara now clearly visible with full force.
“ arre sapane main kyn chahe to ham usse sachamuch main chuda sakatae hain…” stopping the car said and opened the door towards him.
He was most reluctant to come out and woke up as nothing has happened.
“ Nahin nahin mujhe …yahin ….he was hesitant…”
“aare chalao …and mom forced him out following him while alighting.
Kya apanai bahan ka naam le ke yahan muth maroge and giggiling we joined the parlour.
Of course I was very enthusiastic. She told we must only invite those ladies who are open minded, a bit liberated and bold, a bit innovative and will enjoy wild side of life.
We started making guest list and I suggested name of Sujata, and explained to mom how she suggested such interesting games for club new year party and I am sure would love to swing. Some of friends mom was aware of …and then we were discussing about games, activities and sure it was going to great fun.
Mom suggested, hey may be we can include that girl Nancy.
Sure mom, I affirmed with gusto. I recalled the way she was teasing him, suggested nipple ring for his sis and even described impact it will have on her. But the most interesting was the way she agreed to add some ‘ interesting substance’ to collagen which she was planning to inject to her nipples, not only to make them taut but very sensitive.
And a smile ran on my face, and I quizzed,
“ aur mummy vo cock to ab hen ban gayi hai ….”
“ why not…it will be perfect…”
And we can make our guest list by checking their vie** about men and if they are proper only then we will select them.
Yes she concurred and asked a question which will be on the list …it was a game we had played before …
“why men are like high heels.”
“they are easy to walk on once you get the hang of it.” I blurted.
“ …like copiers…”
“they are required for reproduction…but that is about it.”
“…bank accounts…”
“without a lot of money they don’t generate lot of interest”
“ ….like commercials …”
“ you don’t believe a word of what they say…”
“….like popcorn…”
“ they satisfy you but only for little while..”
And it was my turn to ask…
Why women prefer cucumber to men and we kept on rattling with giggles….
The average cucumber is at least 6 inches long.
Cucumbers stay hard for a week.
Cucumbers don't get too excited.
Cucumbers never suffer from performance anxiety.
You can fondle a cucumber in a supermarket.... and you know how firm it is before you take it home.
Yes mom it will be great fun I agreed while planning all the details of hen party how to make it wild sexy and raucous.
But when I turned back to look…
.it was so erotic, mom was playing a perfect seductress. His head had slid slightly, mom was keeping one hand over his shoulders, so her tight white sleeve less blouse had pulled up, defining contours of her 36dd perfectly and thin cloth of it was so much ….chipaka hua tha….ki with her breath …one could see almost its every detail…and it was not only very low cut highlighting her deep cleavage but from side too it was cut liberally….and I was sure my hubby was enjoying this vista gleefully.
But it was nothing. With her arms on shoulders, her armpit were totally exposed and black tuft of hair their in …her gori gori kaanh…and such a sweet special aroma emanating form there….his nose was almost glued there and his lips were just inches away from the exposed part of flesh of mom’s boobs…and mom was slightly bend on him so her lips were just grazing over his earlobes.
She tried to adjust her pallu which only fully exposed her very deep low cut tight blouse which not only uncovered her deep cleavage but upper part of her luscious, voluptuous, fair domes. And as if it was not enough she carelessly put her other hand just bellow her full-bosomed white blouse which further pushed her ample curves out.
His eyes were close…but we all knew that he is pretending and enjoying every bit of it.
No body wanted to break that pretension. It was good for him, good for mom who trying to adjust his hand, brought it closer and fingers tips touched exposed part of her luxuriant bosoms…and he almost got electrocuted.
I could not suppress my smile as he squeezed his eyes with greater force.
But the biggest proof of his arousal was his jeans bursting bulge.
Fingers of hand which was pushing out mom’s ample boos from her almost translucent white blouse, were drawing a line with her long red paint coated nails.
“ lagata hai tumhari us chinal nanad ka spana dekh rahaa hai, tight low cut top main erect nipples …” mom said squeezing it a bit.
“ sapane main kahin gadabad naa hao jaaya….” I jested turning car to parlour.
“ aare apani bahan ki kasi kachi choot chod raha hoga…” and she squeezed his bulbous supara now clearly visible with full force.
“ arre sapane main kyn chahe to ham usse sachamuch main chuda sakatae hain…” stopping the car said and opened the door towards him.
He was most reluctant to come out and woke up as nothing has happened.
“ Nahin nahin mujhe …yahin ….he was hesitant…”
“aare chalao …and mom forced him out following him while alighting.
Kya apanai bahan ka naam le ke yahan muth maroge and giggiling we joined the parlour.
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