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Wednesday, 23 May 2012
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
JKG and mom comes....
He practiced for hours, how to wear high heels and even stocked kitchen with chicken, mutton , mango of different varieties ( mom had especially told him about that knowing his old aversion...)
Two days after mom came.
We had gone to station to receive her.
Two days after mom came.
We had gone to station to receive her.
JKG...and visit of his Mother in Law
when mom alighted from train; she was looking exquisite, just like a queen. Dressed perfectly in a designer white sari with red borders and a matching white silken sleeveless blouse, her tall 5-8 frame was almost dominating with gora bhara bahra mansal badan….and pearl string hung in her slender neck with a big pendent deeply ensconced in very low cut deep V neck of her blouse, showing of her ample bosom ….first look itself was able to enthral him and when she bend from the coach to hand over her suit case to him…aancahl carelessly shifted and he got a glimpse of what the blouse contained.
He was stunned, and only a shove of knee from me brought him back to sense.
He hastily bend to touch her feet…( it was something unexpected even for Mom….that too on platform….it is customary for a bahu to touch feet of all and sundry and she must bend properly…but for a Dammad even folding hand was too much and he…he always used to refer her as your mom).
Mom was pleasantly surprised and looked at me with satisfaction and delight. But she not only accepted it but pressed his head further …and also whispered….are theek se pair chuo. He touched not only both feet with hands but put his head too…and Mom’s red colour painted toe did something …he surreptitiously kissed it. Mom being mom…she responded by pressing his sandal further in his mouth. And then pulled him and hugged pressing herself very tightly.
Its impact was clear was visible during drive back home. He was driving and we were sitting on the back seat. He had fixed his back view mirror slyly so that he can sneak a look. And mom...she will adjust her ancahl, play with string of pearls and while talking with me, she will use innuendo about my saas and nanad…meant for his ears. Once when she caught him stealing a glance…she just made a pout and licked her very wet full lips.
It was difficult for me to wait for reaching home and I knew both other players are in the same condition.
We were sitting on the bed while he was lugging the luggage.
“ hey see, there is a spot of tea…that foolish waiter in the train…”
“Arre mom utara dijiye and it must be washed now agar stains pad gaya naa….” I said.
“But it will require careful hand wash and only stained portion…”
He had kept the luggage in Mom’s room which he so lovingly had decorated and was waiting for the next instructions, standing in front.
“ arrre mummy ye saaf kar denge …aur hana uske baad sukha ke smahal ke wardrobe meain rakh dena…” I told him.
“ ji…yes …”
Mom stood up and in most nonchalant manner very slowly removed her sari, first showing of her blouse bursting boobs and then turning and flaunting her 38+ rear, sheer crack and handed sari to him, now left in only blouse and saya.
He was just gawking at her, her boobs which were almost straining that perfectly cut sleeveless blouse to full, showing of every contour, her fair tummy deep navel and petticoat tied well below her waist.
“He dekh kya rahe ho jao apana kaam karo…”.suppressing my grin I rebuked him.
But mom, she was hell bent on making life of damad very miserable….
She took a yawn and raised her both hands and her armpits …full of hair and blouse was cut so from side …even a portion of her gora gora …
He almost tripped but went ahead to do his duty.
His bulge was now very clearly visible.
Mom looked at me and smiled…
” hota hai…hota hai…mujhe dekh le ….but your poor hubby he had lugged so much luggage …kuch to usko tip dena tha naa…
“tip ya …tit darshan…”
I could not suppress saying and both of us started giggling.
And he came back soon after finishing the core, waiting for next command.
“ Mummy aaap sandal uttar ke pair rakh ke upar aaram se baithiye naa…” I told and he got the hint.
“ laaiye main khol deta haun….” He got the hint and offered and she majestically pushed her feet towards him.
Sitting on his knees, he very lovingly, leisurely with almost caressing touches, opened the sandals and his gaze was fixed admiringly at her fair perfect feet adorned with silver toe rings, blood red pained nails and a silver anklet. As if inadvertently mom, gave a jerk and talava of sandal touched his cheeks.
He almost got electrocuted.
Pressure of his hands increased on her feet and his eyes were burning with desire. A nod from me admonished him. Yes time for kissing her feet will come later.
He went with sandal with look of`a child who had been offered and deprived of his lollipop.
Me and mom exchanged smiling glances meaningfully.
“Hey and after that make some good hot tea for us, “I asked.
“”And I had been told you make some good pakodas…mom tried to placate her dammad.
“ sure, Mummy abhi laya…” pleasure was dripping from his voice. He was eager to do anything to please her and be a ‘accha baccha’
Soon I was in the kitchen.
Onions, brinjals, potatos were properly sliced. Fresh chutney was kept in sauce bowls and tea was being made. Solution for making pakodas he had just prepared.
He was dressed also to a T, in pink apron and petticoat, dress prescribed for kitchen.
He was busy, doing his best to please his saas.
Silently I donned a plastic glove, dipped my right hand in the ghol (solution for pakodas, which had sliced chillies) with other hand lifted his petticoat from rear and thrust my middle finger with full force in his gaand.
“ OUIIIII…..” he shrieked with this sudden invasion.
“ kya hua….” Mom quizzed.
“ kuch nahin mummy main jara mirche check kar rahi thi” I replied giggling.
“ aare phir to mirchen abhi kam hain….jara us haraman ke jane randi ke poot se bolo”
“ ji Mummy …and he added some more chillies and spices.
But I conducted the taste again and this time I ensured my finger tip is pasted with some hot chilli piece.
However, this time he bit his lips and stifled his cry. But tears in eyes told their own story.
when mom alighted from train; she was looking exquisite, just like a queen. Dressed perfectly in a designer white sari with red borders and a matching white silken sleeveless blouse, her tall 5-8 frame was almost dominating with gora bhara bahra mansal badan….and pearl string hung in her slender neck with a big pendent deeply ensconced in very low cut deep V neck of her blouse, showing of her ample bosom ….first look itself was able to enthral him and when she bend from the coach to hand over her suit case to him…aancahl carelessly shifted and he got a glimpse of what the blouse contained.
He was stunned, and only a shove of knee from me brought him back to sense.
He hastily bend to touch her feet…( it was something unexpected even for Mom….that too on platform….it is customary for a bahu to touch feet of all and sundry and she must bend properly…but for a Dammad even folding hand was too much and he…he always used to refer her as your mom).
Mom was pleasantly surprised and looked at me with satisfaction and delight. But she not only accepted it but pressed his head further …and also whispered….are theek se pair chuo. He touched not only both feet with hands but put his head too…and Mom’s red colour painted toe did something …he surreptitiously kissed it. Mom being mom…she responded by pressing his sandal further in his mouth. And then pulled him and hugged pressing herself very tightly.
Its impact was clear was visible during drive back home. He was driving and we were sitting on the back seat. He had fixed his back view mirror slyly so that he can sneak a look. And mom...she will adjust her ancahl, play with string of pearls and while talking with me, she will use innuendo about my saas and nanad…meant for his ears. Once when she caught him stealing a glance…she just made a pout and licked her very wet full lips.
It was difficult for me to wait for reaching home and I knew both other players are in the same condition.
We were sitting on the bed while he was lugging the luggage.
“ hey see, there is a spot of tea…that foolish waiter in the train…”
“Arre mom utara dijiye and it must be washed now agar stains pad gaya naa….” I said.
“But it will require careful hand wash and only stained portion…”
He had kept the luggage in Mom’s room which he so lovingly had decorated and was waiting for the next instructions, standing in front.
“ arrre mummy ye saaf kar denge …aur hana uske baad sukha ke smahal ke wardrobe meain rakh dena…” I told him.
“ ji…yes …”
Mom stood up and in most nonchalant manner very slowly removed her sari, first showing of her blouse bursting boobs and then turning and flaunting her 38+ rear, sheer crack and handed sari to him, now left in only blouse and saya.
He was just gawking at her, her boobs which were almost straining that perfectly cut sleeveless blouse to full, showing of every contour, her fair tummy deep navel and petticoat tied well below her waist.
“He dekh kya rahe ho jao apana kaam karo…”.suppressing my grin I rebuked him.
But mom, she was hell bent on making life of damad very miserable….
She took a yawn and raised her both hands and her armpits …full of hair and blouse was cut so from side …even a portion of her gora gora …
He almost tripped but went ahead to do his duty.
His bulge was now very clearly visible.
Mom looked at me and smiled…
” hota hai…hota hai…mujhe dekh le ….but your poor hubby he had lugged so much luggage …kuch to usko tip dena tha naa…
“tip ya …tit darshan…”
I could not suppress saying and both of us started giggling.
And he came back soon after finishing the core, waiting for next command.
“ Mummy aaap sandal uttar ke pair rakh ke upar aaram se baithiye naa…” I told and he got the hint.
“ laaiye main khol deta haun….” He got the hint and offered and she majestically pushed her feet towards him.
Sitting on his knees, he very lovingly, leisurely with almost caressing touches, opened the sandals and his gaze was fixed admiringly at her fair perfect feet adorned with silver toe rings, blood red pained nails and a silver anklet. As if inadvertently mom, gave a jerk and talava of sandal touched his cheeks.
He almost got electrocuted.
Pressure of his hands increased on her feet and his eyes were burning with desire. A nod from me admonished him. Yes time for kissing her feet will come later.
He went with sandal with look of`a child who had been offered and deprived of his lollipop.
Me and mom exchanged smiling glances meaningfully.
“Hey and after that make some good hot tea for us, “I asked.
“”And I had been told you make some good pakodas…mom tried to placate her dammad.
“ sure, Mummy abhi laya…” pleasure was dripping from his voice. He was eager to do anything to please her and be a ‘accha baccha’
Soon I was in the kitchen.
Onions, brinjals, potatos were properly sliced. Fresh chutney was kept in sauce bowls and tea was being made. Solution for making pakodas he had just prepared.
He was dressed also to a T, in pink apron and petticoat, dress prescribed for kitchen.
He was busy, doing his best to please his saas.
Silently I donned a plastic glove, dipped my right hand in the ghol (solution for pakodas, which had sliced chillies) with other hand lifted his petticoat from rear and thrust my middle finger with full force in his gaand.
“ OUIIIII…..” he shrieked with this sudden invasion.
“ kya hua….” Mom quizzed.
“ kuch nahin mummy main jara mirche check kar rahi thi” I replied giggling.
“ aare phir to mirchen abhi kam hain….jara us haraman ke jane randi ke poot se bolo”
“ ji Mummy …and he added some more chillies and spices.
But I conducted the taste again and this time I ensured my finger tip is pasted with some hot chilli piece.
However, this time he bit his lips and stifled his cry. But tears in eyes told their own story.
Soon he reached with assortment of paodas sauce and tea.
“Hey just wait , let me go and wash my hands…she suggested.”
“ are mummy kanhe ko itta abda aadmai ye kahane ko hai….suno aap mummy ke bagal main baith jao naa aur unako apane hath se khila do”
He was too eager to comply, but his discomfiture and pleasure both were clear. Mom was still in her sleeveless white blouse and saya, although most of lower part was in quilt.
Hey tum bhi andar ghus jao na…and how could he refused her invitation.
With the first morsel, Mom bit his finger too teasingly.
Second one he offered was a baigani.
“ arre it is soo good….lagata hai tumko baigan bahoot pasand hai…mom mocked him in a double meaning tone.
“ are inhe hi kyon mummy meri naand ko bhi baoot pasand hai …baigan” I added in banter…
“arre achaa yaad dilaya kya naam hai tumhari us maameri…chinaal naand ka…are baraat main saare gaon vale jis ke piche pade the ab tak yaad karten hain us chinal ko”
“ Guddi …mummy” offering another baignai he blurted.
“ dekha mummy aap ne naam liya nahin…maine naam liya nahin…ab ye khood use chinal bata rahe hain…to main kaun sa galat kahti hun jo use chinal kahati hun.
He was blushing on his faux paus.
Mom very lovingly caressed his face and chided me,
“ Tum naa…jaan bhoojh ke bichare damaad ji ke piche pad jaati ho….aare vo bichare itane sidhe hain…ki sachhai kabool kar lete hain aur agar tumahari nanad chinal hai, haraman hai, saraae muaale main nain main matakaka karati hai dabvatai lagavatai phirati hai to usmain inkya kya dosh…vaise do saal pahale jab aayi thi dasvain main padahti thi tabhi gadara rahi thi…abhi kitane bade bade mera matalab …kya size hai usaki…”
He was non plussed. He dare not refuse answer to mom…and I prodded him,
“ are bata do naa isame sharamane ki kya baat hai…are uski bra ka number hi to pocch rahin hai …ye thod kah rahi hain ki tum uski dabate ho…bata do ..”
,
( and the reason for his discomfort was that he knew and he could not lie that he did not know. Actually …as it was planned that after the mom will leave we will go to his maiika and I suggested that we must carry some cloths for everybody as is customary and he gladly agreed. But then I told him that for Guddi we must know the correct size as I think we should shop for proper lingerie too. Before could think or try to get out of it I rang her up. My another desire was that their was very hot bonhomie till early days of my marriage but I cooled and I wanted to rekindle it. After a few pleasantries I told my naand, dekh tujahse baat kaarne ke liye koi baoot betab ho raha hai hai aur hann ….unhe tuumse vo koi svaal bhi pochenge…bata dena sahi sahi. Ekdam bahbahi hans ke vo boli and I gave phone to him. Accah to main kictehn main chal rahi hun kdhahai jal rahi ho gai…I said loudly but was very much there and also pressed speaker phone….she was chirping, eager to talk but he was bit hesitant. Soon he too warmed up. I whispered in his ear…pooch naa…kya size hai usaki…”
“ Sun yaar I want to bring some dresses…for you…he asked haltingly.
“ sure sure neki aur pocch pooch….main to kahane hi vaali thi….” Badi shokh aada main vo boli.
“ to jara apani size batao na …aur kaun si ….”
Now he too has started warming up.
“unhh…bhaiya…last time rakhi pe to aap laye the ..bas almost vahi…aur ekdam hot hot…yahan to sab vaisi hi milati hain…poorane style ki…”
“chinal garam ho rahi hai…I thought but I pestered him to ask directly.
“ haan…vo to par…mujhe uski nahin uski …u know what I mean…”
“ boliye naa bhaiya saaf saaf….mujhe kya maloom….” Salli sab janati thi par nakhade se vo boli.
“ aare vahi…he was fumbling..dress ke sath…andar…I mean under …bra…ki” he blurted.
“ bhiaya…aap kya pooch rahe hain…koi apani…ye sab poochata hai….” She was pretending to be coy.
“ bolo naa…” he persisted.
“ dhat mujhe sharam …nahi bataungi…aacha ap nadaz laga lijiye…” she was blushing but wanted to continue.
“ andaz main kaise manlo…galat ho jai…”
he too was now teasing her.
“ aare abde sidhe abn rahe hain jais emain janati nahin aapko …yaad hai apaki shadi main…jo apane gusee kaiya tha…vahi nikala than a…30…”
she was hotting up.
“ par tabase to do saal …tum aur badi ho…” he was coaxing her.”
“ saaf saaff kyon nahi kahate ki aur…do number badha gya hai..”
“ to 32…”
“ naa 32 C …aur pink colour….aa rahi hun main she told somebody calling her hand kept the phone down.)
“Hey just wait , let me go and wash my hands…she suggested.”
“ are mummy kanhe ko itta abda aadmai ye kahane ko hai….suno aap mummy ke bagal main baith jao naa aur unako apane hath se khila do”
He was too eager to comply, but his discomfiture and pleasure both were clear. Mom was still in her sleeveless white blouse and saya, although most of lower part was in quilt.
Hey tum bhi andar ghus jao na…and how could he refused her invitation.
With the first morsel, Mom bit his finger too teasingly.
Second one he offered was a baigani.
“ arre it is soo good….lagata hai tumko baigan bahoot pasand hai…mom mocked him in a double meaning tone.
“ are inhe hi kyon mummy meri naand ko bhi baoot pasand hai …baigan” I added in banter…
“arre achaa yaad dilaya kya naam hai tumhari us maameri…chinaal naand ka…are baraat main saare gaon vale jis ke piche pade the ab tak yaad karten hain us chinal ko”
“ Guddi …mummy” offering another baignai he blurted.
“ dekha mummy aap ne naam liya nahin…maine naam liya nahin…ab ye khood use chinal bata rahe hain…to main kaun sa galat kahti hun jo use chinal kahati hun.
He was blushing on his faux paus.
Mom very lovingly caressed his face and chided me,
“ Tum naa…jaan bhoojh ke bichare damaad ji ke piche pad jaati ho….aare vo bichare itane sidhe hain…ki sachhai kabool kar lete hain aur agar tumahari nanad chinal hai, haraman hai, saraae muaale main nain main matakaka karati hai dabvatai lagavatai phirati hai to usmain inkya kya dosh…vaise do saal pahale jab aayi thi dasvain main padahti thi tabhi gadara rahi thi…abhi kitane bade bade mera matalab …kya size hai usaki…”
He was non plussed. He dare not refuse answer to mom…and I prodded him,
“ are bata do naa isame sharamane ki kya baat hai…are uski bra ka number hi to pocch rahin hai …ye thod kah rahi hain ki tum uski dabate ho…bata do ..”
,
( and the reason for his discomfort was that he knew and he could not lie that he did not know. Actually …as it was planned that after the mom will leave we will go to his maiika and I suggested that we must carry some cloths for everybody as is customary and he gladly agreed. But then I told him that for Guddi we must know the correct size as I think we should shop for proper lingerie too. Before could think or try to get out of it I rang her up. My another desire was that their was very hot bonhomie till early days of my marriage but I cooled and I wanted to rekindle it. After a few pleasantries I told my naand, dekh tujahse baat kaarne ke liye koi baoot betab ho raha hai hai aur hann ….unhe tuumse vo koi svaal bhi pochenge…bata dena sahi sahi. Ekdam bahbahi hans ke vo boli and I gave phone to him. Accah to main kictehn main chal rahi hun kdhahai jal rahi ho gai…I said loudly but was very much there and also pressed speaker phone….she was chirping, eager to talk but he was bit hesitant. Soon he too warmed up. I whispered in his ear…pooch naa…kya size hai usaki…”
“ Sun yaar I want to bring some dresses…for you…he asked haltingly.
“ sure sure neki aur pocch pooch….main to kahane hi vaali thi….” Badi shokh aada main vo boli.
“ to jara apani size batao na …aur kaun si ….”
Now he too has started warming up.
“unhh…bhaiya…last time rakhi pe to aap laye the ..bas almost vahi…aur ekdam hot hot…yahan to sab vaisi hi milati hain…poorane style ki…”
“chinal garam ho rahi hai…I thought but I pestered him to ask directly.
“ haan…vo to par…mujhe uski nahin uski …u know what I mean…”
“ boliye naa bhaiya saaf saaf….mujhe kya maloom….” Salli sab janati thi par nakhade se vo boli.
“ aare vahi…he was fumbling..dress ke sath…andar…I mean under …bra…ki” he blurted.
“ bhiaya…aap kya pooch rahe hain…koi apani…ye sab poochata hai….” She was pretending to be coy.
“ bolo naa…” he persisted.
“ dhat mujhe sharam …nahi bataungi…aacha ap nadaz laga lijiye…” she was blushing but wanted to continue.
“ andaz main kaise manlo…galat ho jai…”
he too was now teasing her.
“ aare abde sidhe abn rahe hain jais emain janati nahin aapko …yaad hai apaki shadi main…jo apane gusee kaiya tha…vahi nikala than a…30…”
she was hotting up.
“ par tabase to do saal …tum aur badi ho…” he was coaxing her.”
“ saaf saaff kyon nahi kahate ki aur…do number badha gya hai..”
“ to 32…”
“ naa 32 C …aur pink colour….aa rahi hun main she told somebody calling her hand kept the phone down.)
Reverie of that conversation was hovering over both of us so when I prodded him he admitted to mom,
“32 C mummy …”
“ aare ah tab to bade mast joabn ho gaye hain teri us chinal ….ke ab to khoob khool ke dabavati misvati hogi….hain na…sun aisa karo…abaki tum use 10-5 din ke liye maire gaon bhej do…hain na uska bhi thoda man badal jayega aur…” she asked.
“ ekdam mummy…aur abaki jab ham inake maiake jayenge na…to I was thinking to bring her with us. Kyon theek hai naa…are mummy ne ek cheez to kahi aane ke bad”
I was forcing him to commit but he remained silent.
And mom just put her hand on his shoulder. Now blouse got pulled up and her bhare bahre badi mast chatiyan could be almost seen under translucent blouse. Now I realized she was wearing a half cup bra just for support. But his eyes were glued to her arm pits which had a strong aroma. Mom continued her attack,
“ hey are see now somebody will use her…do you think ki usaki mast …and yes you have the first right so …let her stay some time with you. You all three enjoy and then…send her are usake bade divaane hain teri sasusarll main bhi…aur main usako jara rahan sahan chalaa phirna…sab sikha dungi”
“ aur kya mummy aaj kal gaane aur arahar ke khet bhi khade honge gaaon main to maje hi maje hain…”
I also added and goaded , bolo naa.
“ theek hai mummy…” as his gaze wandered to upper part of her boobs now clearly visible. When he came back after keeping the plate, mom wanted to award him for his acceptance.
He dekh jara…some tickling kuch chunchuna raha hai…and she raised her arm pit.
He made his face very close.
Her arms were really beautiful and now those hairs…it was a strange overpowering smell….
Thoda pass se dekho naa…I also hinted and he pressed his face almost close to arm pits.
Some sweat is there mummy, he told.
To saaf kar do na we both said in unison and when he raised his hand I forbid,
“are vahi isi haath se khana banoage…why don’t you use lips now they have become expert in cleaning everywhere, I said and mom smiled.
It was too much for him and he pressed his greedy hungry lips to her sweety smelly hairy armpits as if there is no tomoorow.
He took a sniff and then another and kissed it heartily. it was followed by a small lick starting from arm and terminating in arm pits and after that…lick after lick…he was salivating , kissing licking enjoying it.
He took a sniff and then another and kissed it heartily . it was followed by a small lick starting from arm and terminating in arm pits and after that…lick after lick…he was salivating , kissing licking enjoying it.
Mom covered him with quilt and pressed her arm closely. Now her arm was over him and his head was squashed in her arm pit. But the sound emanating from there that he is enjoying every bit of it, licking, kissing, and sucking juices from her hairy succulent flashy armpit. Mom was goading him further and guided his hand to her boob over the blouse.
Gingerly he kept it there but mom pressed it teasing,
“ are teri mummy ke bhi to aise hi…samajho usi ke pakade ho…kyon kaisa lag raha hai ….hai naa majedar rasbahara….”
I could see his hands barely touching pressing and as if it was not enough, mom’s feet too came into action. She knew how much he adores her feet and slowly she lifted his petticoat and started caressing his dick with her feet. It was her red colour painted big toe and then …she caught it between her feet and slowly started massaging it. His prick was already hard but she was unrelenting. Face getting squashed in her moist, hairy, luscious armpit his hand hovering over touching cupping her 36dd ample, firm boobs barely covered under blouse and now her feet. She kept teasing his prick, rubbing place between his fully aroused cock and balls, and then with both feet together slowly she removed skin form his cock head and one toe with toe ring was just teasing pressing his naked bulbous fully aroused supara and other went behind his rear and her toe straight went to his gaand and started teasing there. He was so keyed up, so aroused, he was moaning writhing and now his hands had grabbed the boobs. She pressed his hand further on her boobs and taunted,
“ le le…acaha bol bhejega naa apani bahan ko maire pass…bol …madarc..”
Sound which came out from under the armpit can only be said affirmative.
“ Le le…daba kas kas ke…apani mummy ka doodh…are hichakata kyon hai…teri mummy sabse dabavati hai…taire maama se …galli ke…bol dabayegaa naa uskai are bahot maja ayega usko bhi aur tujhko bhi…pahale dabana, phir ..kas kas ke dudhdu pina jaise bcapan main paite the naa…”
And now she was rubbing his cock with full speed between her two gore gore feet. Chime of bells of her silver anklet indicating that how moment is reaching its crescendo and when there is slightest doubt of him reaching climax …she will slow down without taking a pause…and then again start rubbing with renewed gusto. I was feeling proud as my efforts …massaging it with shilajit and sande ka tail has made it so strong that with so much arousal it was hard like lohe ka khamaba. Mom had added verbal invectives too to arouse him…
“ madarchod…bol…teri maan kaa bhonsada…bol lega maja usake bhosade ka…bahoot ras hoga…haramn ka jana randi ka poot…saalla, bahan ka bhandua….”
And this barrage of gaalis added with her foot massage for more than 10 minutes…she knew that he is just on the verge of …and she left him like that, without release and moved to her room saying,
“ ok I think now I will unpack and get fresh.”
Poor he…he was writhing, wriggling…
I took pity lifted the quilt and grabbed his fully hard Lund and started massaging it.
“ bahoot kas ke kahda hai …ab kya karoge…main bataun…jo meri chinal naand hain naa ari vahi teri hone valli rakahil Guddi salli, chootamarano…bas ye usaki kachi choot main pail do …theek rahega na..socho naa..teri us pyari bahan ki uthi hui tange …phailai hui gori gori jaanghe…aur uske bich..uski kachi…kamsin kishor tight choot main…kachakcah ke jate hua Lund…”
and with those words…I increased my tempo. His supara was still unsheathed and my index finger was gently tapping there. I further teased… “ to bol haan…jab main tumko taire maikae le juangi to…isse ghusaiayga naa uski kasi kasi phuddi main…hans hans ke ghontegi teri bahna apani choot main…”
Mom covered him with quilt and pressed her arm closely. Now her arm was over him and his head was squashed in her arm pit. But the sound emanating from there that he is enjoying every bit of it, licking, kissing, and sucking juices from her hairy succulent flashy armpit. Mom was goading him further and guided his hand to her boob over the blouse.
Gingerly he kept it there but mom pressed it teasing,
“ are teri mummy ke bhi to aise hi…samajho usi ke pakade ho…kyon kaisa lag raha hai ….hai naa majedar rasbahara….”
I could see his hands barely touching pressing and as if it was not enough, mom’s feet too came into action. She knew how much he adores her feet and slowly she lifted his petticoat and started caressing his dick with her feet. It was her red colour painted big toe and then …she caught it between her feet and slowly started massaging it. His prick was already hard but she was unrelenting. Face getting squashed in her moist, hairy, luscious armpit his hand hovering over touching cupping her 36dd ample, firm boobs barely covered under blouse and now her feet. She kept teasing his prick, rubbing place between his fully aroused cock and balls, and then with both feet together slowly she removed skin form his cock head and one toe with toe ring was just teasing pressing his naked bulbous fully aroused supara and other went behind his rear and her toe straight went to his gaand and started teasing there. He was so keyed up, so aroused, he was moaning writhing and now his hands had grabbed the boobs. She pressed his hand further on her boobs and taunted,
“ le le…acaha bol bhejega naa apani bahan ko maire pass…bol …madarc..”
Sound which came out from under the armpit can only be said affirmative.
“ Le le…daba kas kas ke…apani mummy ka doodh…are hichakata kyon hai…teri mummy sabse dabavati hai…taire maama se …galli ke…bol dabayegaa naa uskai are bahot maja ayega usko bhi aur tujhko bhi…pahale dabana, phir ..kas kas ke dudhdu pina jaise bcapan main paite the naa…”
And now she was rubbing his cock with full speed between her two gore gore feet. Chime of bells of her silver anklet indicating that how moment is reaching its crescendo and when there is slightest doubt of him reaching climax …she will slow down without taking a pause…and then again start rubbing with renewed gusto. I was feeling proud as my efforts …massaging it with shilajit and sande ka tail has made it so strong that with so much arousal it was hard like lohe ka khamaba. Mom had added verbal invectives too to arouse him…
“ madarchod…bol…teri maan kaa bhonsada…bol lega maja usake bhosade ka…bahoot ras hoga…haramn ka jana randi ka poot…saalla, bahan ka bhandua….”
And this barrage of gaalis added with her foot massage for more than 10 minutes…she knew that he is just on the verge of …and she left him like that, without release and moved to her room saying,
“ ok I think now I will unpack and get fresh.”
Poor he…he was writhing, wriggling…
I took pity lifted the quilt and grabbed his fully hard Lund and started massaging it.
“ bahoot kas ke kahda hai …ab kya karoge…main bataun…jo meri chinal naand hain naa ari vahi teri hone valli rakahil Guddi salli, chootamarano…bas ye usaki kachi choot main pail do …theek rahega na..socho naa..teri us pyari bahan ki uthi hui tange …phailai hui gori gori jaanghe…aur uske bich..uski kachi…kamsin kishor tight choot main…kachakcah ke jate hua Lund…”
and with those words…I increased my tempo. His supara was still unsheathed and my index finger was gently tapping there. I further teased… “ to bol haan…jab main tumko taire maikae le juangi to…isse ghusaiayga naa uski kasi kasi phuddi main…hans hans ke ghontegi teri bahna apani choot main…”
and with two fingers I squeezed his supara. There was a drop of pre cum. My long pointed nail entered in his peephole and teased, while other finger pressed his gaand ka hole…number of drops of pre cum came out. I touched it with tip of my index finger, licked it showing him naughtily and got up.
Vow I said enjoying the taste.
Mom was calling.
Hey chal naa mummy bula rahai hain ..
and dragged him to the room which he had prepared for her.
Vow I said enjoying the taste.
Mom was calling.
Hey chal naa mummy bula rahai hain ..
and dragged him to the room which he had prepared for her.
Sunday, 4 September 2011
JKG Preperation continues and mom comes
JKG ..prep. continues
I had to go out for a card party, so I gave him instructions for raat ka khana and other chores. And apart from card party there was going to be some discussion about 31st December and Ms Khanaa has taken a decision that this time all the arrangements will be done by ladies, party games, drinks, dances, dinner everything and amongst lady who was made in charge to coordinate, who else me. And of course it was approved by Mr. Khanna, who being VP was also club president. I knew this was going to be my first step towards secretary ship of ladies club.
She felt and we all supported that most of the time games are very dull, dreary and repetitive. And year after year we listen to same members trying to sing, most of the males spend half the time in drinking and then ritualistic tambola and some insipid dinner.
I gave some real hot ideas. We will start with some hot icebreakers.
Although our group was only 20-25 couples, but normally males and females sat separately in their groups so there was not much of mixing except initial, namaste bhabhi ji , how are you and bas.
So icebreakers were required and some males were really shy. So for males we decided, they will have to accost a female ask, yes number of their bra, and on a form write it against her name and get her signature, which will be a mark of lips coated with lipstick. For ladies, they too will be given similar form and , it was more audacious, ask for size of their prick, and get their names. Within 15 minutes, male and female who will come first get some real good awards, like some sexy lingerie for ladies and a bottle of whisky and phoren Viagra, some imported condoms for male.. Some more daring games we included were,
• Get 5 people to sign on any exposed part of your body – for ladies.
• …Ask 5 females date of suhagraat, and how many times they did it.
• Look at nail polish of 5 females, with name beginning from letters K-S note down colors
• Note down color of belt of 5 males and open and re buckle it.
Of course, during this period to make people in party mood there will be bar maids …who will not only serve drinks but much more…. and of course there will be bar men too to serve us dressed in tights and translucent t shirts.
And then there will be many rounds and sitting arrangements will be fixed. Yes no gender segregation, so to make it fair, one barmaid will carry slip of names of females in her bra and panty and males will get their choice. After getting the slip, he will have to approach that lady ( of course no spouses were permitted and if such slip comes out he will get another chance), and on bend knees, request her to spend some time of the evening and kiss on her hand. And once everybody is paired and take their sit, real program and games will begin.
She felt and we all supported that most of the time games are very dull, dreary and repetitive. And year after year we listen to same members trying to sing, most of the males spend half the time in drinking and then ritualistic tambola and some insipid dinner.
I gave some real hot ideas. We will start with some hot icebreakers.
Although our group was only 20-25 couples, but normally males and females sat separately in their groups so there was not much of mixing except initial, namaste bhabhi ji , how are you and bas.
So icebreakers were required and some males were really shy. So for males we decided, they will have to accost a female ask, yes number of their bra, and on a form write it against her name and get her signature, which will be a mark of lips coated with lipstick. For ladies, they too will be given similar form and , it was more audacious, ask for size of their prick, and get their names. Within 15 minutes, male and female who will come first get some real good awards, like some sexy lingerie for ladies and a bottle of whisky and phoren Viagra, some imported condoms for male.. Some more daring games we included were,
• Get 5 people to sign on any exposed part of your body – for ladies.
• …Ask 5 females date of suhagraat, and how many times they did it.
• Look at nail polish of 5 females, with name beginning from letters K-S note down colors
• Note down color of belt of 5 males and open and re buckle it.
Of course, during this period to make people in party mood there will be bar maids …who will not only serve drinks but much more…. and of course there will be bar men too to serve us dressed in tights and translucent t shirts.
And then there will be many rounds and sitting arrangements will be fixed. Yes no gender segregation, so to make it fair, one barmaid will carry slip of names of females in her bra and panty and males will get their choice. After getting the slip, he will have to approach that lady ( of course no spouses were permitted and if such slip comes out he will get another chance), and on bend knees, request her to spend some time of the evening and kiss on her hand. And once everybody is paired and take their sit, real program and games will begin.
We will get some real good pole dancers but most of the dances will be in pair, where striping will be done by male dancer. And it will be interspersed with games
…their will be a blowing up competition…but it will not be balloons but condoms. And then they will be pricked by ladies, …yes you guessed it…a dick to a hunk …and boobs …which male will put. Even awards were more funny. For a lady who succeeded in putting dick at right place it was going to be dildo. And dances will be in groups,
and their will be some more tests for males we will juggle sandals of their wives and who will recognize sandals fastest will get awards…as night will progress these games will be raunchier.
By the time all the dancers and barmaids will move away. For kids anyways we had planned some cartoon films and ayas for night. So for next round it will be only couples and then it will become real wild.
…their will be a blowing up competition…but it will not be balloons but condoms. And then they will be pricked by ladies, …yes you guessed it…a dick to a hunk …and boobs …which male will put. Even awards were more funny. For a lady who succeeded in putting dick at right place it was going to be dildo. And dances will be in groups,
and their will be some more tests for males we will juggle sandals of their wives and who will recognize sandals fastest will get awards…as night will progress these games will be raunchier.
By the time all the dancers and barmaids will move away. For kids anyways we had planned some cartoon films and ayas for night. So for next round it will be only couples and then it will become real wild.
Another round of pairing will start and this time all ladies will put their bra in a big heap And males will be asked …to recognize bra…sure that was the best way to make them bra less before mid night dance…and with bra he will have to locate female and at the same time ladies will have to catch hold of males with their bra and then they will sit together. And then we had planned some wild truth and dare…,
• Spit or swallow
• Which person in the room would you want to have with you on a desert island
• Do you own a thong? Are you wearing it now?
• Tell us any fantasies with sex in cars, planes, or trains.
• Tell us about any fantasies with a threesome.
• Date of last period
• Describe when masturbated last time or first time
• What she says during sex ( and if answer is nothing she will have to do some wild dares which will including to sit in the lap of his partner for 5 minutes and take his hand on his blouse for 2 minutes, kiss 3 times man sitting left to him, first time on lips and two time where he demands or remove a piece of clothing), and many more
Truth for men will be…
• Describe 3 masturbation techniques they have used..
• Last time when any female rode over him.
• Any gay experience ( and of course for males too anybody who answered in negative there were strict dares)
And of course between truth there were dares and their was no second dare, some of the dares were,
• … Girls: Kiss the first guy you see with a moustache
• … Kiss the first girl you see nail varnish on. For gents.
• … Take any object- lamp, pencil, etc.- French kiss it passionately.
do it in your underwear or naked.
- hump it.
• Demonstrate how you masturbate.
Their were some traditional games too, like musical chair but the difference was chair were much fewer and women could sit on the lap of male subject to , they had to permit males to paw them, as long as they sit.
So by that time there will be hardly any lady left who would not have been kissed by 7-8 males and vice versa. And one very wild idea was to make ladies get sign on the exposed part of boobs or any part bellow neck and above knees. Who will get max will become queen of night.
Their were dances with lights dimming and in first dance light will go out for 5 minutes.
… at mid night…lights will go out for full 12 minutes ….times which felt was sufficient for more adventurous and …light out will keep on increasing …dance will be over by 1.30 and after that their will be camp fire and we will play more games which can include strip poker, only wild dares.
Ms Khanaa was so happy that this time evening will be what she dreamnt and when I came back I too was in joyous mood…I was thinking about truth we played…Ms Khanna was in a hot mood and she teased,
“ arre chinalon…program to bana liya chal ab main tum sab se poochti hun…kal raat kiiti sirf ek baar chudi they will be out and almost 60% were out and then she asked accaha bina mard ke kaam nahin chalata..chal bol kiiti do baar chudin and 4 raised their hands. Now only me and Sujata were left. She rolled her eyes and asked wondering,
“ arre saaliyon ittani auraton main kya tumhi dono nahin chudi”
“ Nahin, ham 3 baar chude…” we said almost in unison looking at each other.
I suggested yes we must have dress codes too, males must be dressed in formals, with or without ties and for ladies it can be sari or evening gown, only condition it must be very sexy showing of their cleavage and when they bend almost entire upper part of boobs should be seen. Of course with sari ( which most of women will wear) blouse should be very tight , low cut and backless, most of midriff and navel should be clearly seen in case of top and skirt and it should be tank top and low skirts…with high visibility somebody added.
“ and we can add extra awards for nipples decorations and navel paintings and….tattoos…below neck and above knees…” Sujata added.
“ yes and it will be given by a panel of 5 male members …who must have seen them clearly …but no body will know who are those 5 judges…” Nehal quipped.
“ so it is pukka this year we will have hottest , most happening and erotic new year eve,” I looked all around.
“ Sure …you are brilliant …Ms Khanaa repeated, looking at me.
and program of our new year eve was certain and I was sure that all the males will luv it too and…sure now nobody can stop me from riding social ladder…and becoming secretary of women’s club. Most importantly Mr. Khanna too will like it and sure i can get him choicest posting.
“ and we can add extra awards for nipples decorations and navel paintings and….tattoos…below neck and above knees…” Sujata added.
“ yes and it will be given by a panel of 5 male members …who must have seen them clearly …but no body will know who are those 5 judges…” Nehal quipped.
“ so it is pukka this year we will have hottest , most happening and erotic new year eve,” I looked all around.
“ Sure …you are brilliant …Ms Khanaa repeated, looking at me.
and program of our new year eve was certain and I was sure that all the males will luv it too and…sure now nobody can stop me from riding social ladder…and becoming secretary of women’s club. Most importantly Mr. Khanna too will like it and sure i can get him choicest posting.
When I came back he was nowhere ....not even in Mom’s room which he had so lovingly decorated....and then I heard some sound from attached bathroom.
He was there cleaning ...you know what...
(I thought,. maybe I should have told him to clean it with his tooth brush...but that would have been better after Mom had used it....but that will be too much at least at that stage)
I checked it...it was shining as they show in the adds ...after use of cleaner stage.
Good ...mom likes like that only....she will be happy except one thing only she told me tell you but I forgot....and I gave her message in unexpurgated form,
“ chinal ke poot....haraman ke jane se kahana ki main breakfast hi nahin lunch ...dinner sab kuch karungi use...aur jab tak main rahungi toilet main talla band rahega...”
And it was too much for him. He felt so much aroused...i thought he will burst here itself.
But that I was not going to permit. And i recalled something and quizzed,
He was there cleaning ...you know what...
(I thought,. maybe I should have told him to clean it with his tooth brush...but that would have been better after Mom had used it....but that will be too much at least at that stage)
I checked it...it was shining as they show in the adds ...after use of cleaner stage.
Good ...mom likes like that only....she will be happy except one thing only she told me tell you but I forgot....and I gave her message in unexpurgated form,
“ chinal ke poot....haraman ke jane se kahana ki main breakfast hi nahin lunch ...dinner sab kuch karungi use...aur jab tak main rahungi toilet main talla band rahega...”
And it was too much for him. He felt so much aroused...i thought he will burst here itself.
But that I was not going to permit. And i recalled something and quizzed,
“ mummy ne jo stories batayi thin padhi maan bête vaali...”
“ yes...” he admitted sheepishly but before that further hardening of his cock gave the indication what those stories did to him. But again i teased,
“ kyon padh kar kuch hua ki nahin...yahan...sach sach batalana...” and i fisted...it slowly opening its huge bulbous cockhead.
“ nahin ..haan kuch kuch...”
“ Accha mom is right tum sach main bahanchod hi nahin madar...lekin mummy ke aane tak ise haath bhi nahin lagana ...bhale kahani padh ke aur soch soch ke tumhara kiita bhi tannaye...”
I squeezed his cock and balls harshly and told him sternly...i am going to tie them till mom comes....nota drop should come out ...it was beginning of CBT ( cock and balls torture) training for him. I used a piece of string and tied then together.
I squeezed his cock and balls harshly and told him sternly...i am going to tie them till mom comes....nota drop should come out ...it was beginning of CBT ( cock and balls torture) training for him. I used a piece of string and tied then together.
He did please me....in the night....using his tongue...all night...in my all hole...esp. the rear one...and learned how to stethoscope his tongue to go in deep...
And i used my tongue to abuse all his female relatives ...
He was so eager...jaise koi dulhan suhaagraat ki taiyari karati hai...
He himself asked me to take for grooming....beauty parlor where I had taken him earlier and kept on enquiring what looks mom will like....he was suggesting how to highlight his check bones, how to use rouge and even eyelashes and mascara...of course he got his nails redone and repainted fresh pedicure, manicure and facial....
He practiced for hours, how to wear high heels and even stocked kitchen with chicken, mutton , mango of different varieties ( mom had especially told him about that knowing his old aversion...)
Two days after mom came.
We had gone to station to receive her.
When I came back he was nowhere ....not even in Mom’s room which he had so lovingly decorated....and then I heard some sound from attached bathroom.
He was there cleaning the ...you know what...
(I thought,. maybe I should have told him to clean it with his tooth brush...but that would have been better after Mom had used it....but that will be too much at least at this stage)
I checked it...it was shining as they show in the adds ...after stage.
Good ...mom likes like that only....she will be happy except one thing only she told me tell you but I forgot....and I gave her message in unexpurgated form,
“ chinaal ke poot....haraaman ke jane se kahana ki main breakfast hi nahin lunch ...dinner sab kuch karaaungi use...aur jab tak main rahungi toilet main talla band rahega...”
And it was too much for him. He felt so much aroused...i thought he will burst here itself.
But that I was not going to permit.
I squeezed his cock and balls harshly and told him sternly...
He was there cleaning the ...you know what...
(I thought,. maybe I should have told him to clean it with his tooth brush...but that would have been better after Mom had used it....but that will be too much at least at this stage)
I checked it...it was shining as they show in the adds ...after stage.
Good ...mom likes like that only....she will be happy except one thing only she told me tell you but I forgot....and I gave her message in unexpurgated form,
“ chinaal ke poot....haraaman ke jane se kahana ki main breakfast hi nahin lunch ...dinner sab kuch karaaungi use...aur jab tak main rahungi toilet main talla band rahega...”
And it was too much for him. He felt so much aroused...i thought he will burst here itself.
But that I was not going to permit.
I squeezed his cock and balls harshly and told him sternly...
“I am going to tie them till mom comes....not a drop should come out ...”
it was beginning of CBT ( cock and balls torture) training for him. I used a piece of string and tied then together.
He did please me....in the night....using his tongue...all night...in my all hole...esp. the rear one...and learned how to stethoscope his tongue to go in deep...
He was so eager...jaise koi dulhan suhaagraat ki taiyari karati hai...
He did please me....in the night....using his tongue...all night...in my all hole...esp. the rear one...and learned how to stethoscope his tongue to go in deep...
He was so eager...jaise koi dulhan suhaagraat ki taiyari karati hai...
Friday, 26 August 2011
JKG...training continues and...'rear view'
We cuddled on the bed. I was playing with his now long hair, caressing his fair cheeks and suddenly I groped his buttocks.
Even now you…look what should I say…ekdam namakin maal…bacahpan main to bahoot ladkae tere piche pade rahate honge.
Dhat …he felt embrassed.
But I kept on squeezing his pert ass and pestering ,
“ don’t cheat… we are all mature. I know what boys do…and fair feminine boys like …jarror kisi na kisi ne teri …”and I pressed a finger between crack of his ass. Keeping it pressed in his tight shalwar …I continued. My jjiju…you know Kamal, who was your senior …kitte senior the tumase vo…”
“chaar saal main 9th main jab aaya tha to vo 12th main the…”he said.
“Haan to he confessed to me and didi …Chanda didi also told me ki Jiju ki to abhi tak adapt hai…didi ki bhi to hafte main ek dao baar piche ka baja baja hi dete hain aur ladkaon ke saath bhi…didi bhi bura nahin manati….so it is perfectly normal.”
“Arre unkai baat maat kar ..unka to naam poore school main jab gaya to …ganimat thi ki usi saal vo school chod gaye….sab darate the unase tumahre kamal Jiju se…”
“Kyon kaya maar pit karte the…”
“Nahin he used to bully younger boys but…how can I say…ok his size ..agar koi unake changul main aa jay naa…to do din college ki chuuti…”
“Kya kis chij ki size jara saaf saaf batao naa…”I goaded him.
“Arre vahi saare ladake jo unkae changul main pahnse …poore ek baalisht kaa thaa…”
“Arre kya ek baalish kaa tha …kal tumane promise kiya tha ki munajhse har cheej khool ke bataoge booolege…bhool gaye mummy ke saath to..apani …aur…”
“Arre…Lund aur kya..ek bitte kaa..phat jati thi jo ladaka un ke niche aata tha…kayi ne mujhe khood bataya…”
I was smiling but kamabl ke andar he could not see.
“To kya tumhare saath bhi Kamal jiju ne…”
“Arre nahin…lekin…”he was silent for some time and then started narrating his story.
“Bolo na main maan nahin skati ki tumhare school main ...and vaise bhi boys high school laundebaji ke liye bahoot mashur tha ur aur tum jo ab itte chikane ho...”.
Yes you are correct...and he paused.
I also waited today looked liked confession times,. And he started,....
“Shuru main...maine bhi suna tha...and I there was always somebody, who escorted me to and from school. But there were always comments....from senior and even some of the boys of my class. They were eager to make friendship with me...and some will pass even lewd comments....soon I started learning ....in chemistry lab when they will see they will start talking about HCL....”
“HCL bolle to...”I was not aware about boys terminology that much.
“High class launda he added to my knowledge. One day one of my class mate came to my house...Chandoo...i was alone everybody had gone for some shopping.....we were discussing about our home work and ten he asked me about HP, hand practice and....soon he persuaded me to show mine and he showed his....he even held mine...my cock and rubbed it in his hand showing how it is done and then told me to with his cock,as we were alone and door we locked....soon both of us were out of our half pants....”
“Kitana bada tha usaka ...”i enquired.
“Kafi bada...5-6 inch ka raha hoga.”
“Vastav main umar ke lihaj se ...i thought and again goaded him,
“Phir kya hua.”
Even now you…look what should I say…ekdam namakin maal…bacahpan main to bahoot ladkae tere piche pade rahate honge.
Dhat …he felt embrassed.
But I kept on squeezing his pert ass and pestering ,
“ don’t cheat… we are all mature. I know what boys do…and fair feminine boys like …jarror kisi na kisi ne teri …”and I pressed a finger between crack of his ass. Keeping it pressed in his tight shalwar …I continued. My jjiju…you know Kamal, who was your senior …kitte senior the tumase vo…”
“chaar saal main 9th main jab aaya tha to vo 12th main the…”he said.
“Haan to he confessed to me and didi …Chanda didi also told me ki Jiju ki to abhi tak adapt hai…didi ki bhi to hafte main ek dao baar piche ka baja baja hi dete hain aur ladkaon ke saath bhi…didi bhi bura nahin manati….so it is perfectly normal.”
“Arre unkai baat maat kar ..unka to naam poore school main jab gaya to …ganimat thi ki usi saal vo school chod gaye….sab darate the unase tumahre kamal Jiju se…”
“Kyon kaya maar pit karte the…”
“Nahin he used to bully younger boys but…how can I say…ok his size ..agar koi unake changul main aa jay naa…to do din college ki chuuti…”
“Kya kis chij ki size jara saaf saaf batao naa…”I goaded him.
“Arre vahi saare ladake jo unkae changul main pahnse …poore ek baalisht kaa thaa…”
“Arre kya ek baalish kaa tha …kal tumane promise kiya tha ki munajhse har cheej khool ke bataoge booolege…bhool gaye mummy ke saath to..apani …aur…”
“Arre…Lund aur kya..ek bitte kaa..phat jati thi jo ladaka un ke niche aata tha…kayi ne mujhe khood bataya…”
I was smiling but kamabl ke andar he could not see.
“To kya tumhare saath bhi Kamal jiju ne…”
“Arre nahin…lekin…”he was silent for some time and then started narrating his story.
“Bolo na main maan nahin skati ki tumhare school main ...and vaise bhi boys high school laundebaji ke liye bahoot mashur tha ur aur tum jo ab itte chikane ho...”.
Yes you are correct...and he paused.
I also waited today looked liked confession times,. And he started,....
“Shuru main...maine bhi suna tha...and I there was always somebody, who escorted me to and from school. But there were always comments....from senior and even some of the boys of my class. They were eager to make friendship with me...and some will pass even lewd comments....soon I started learning ....in chemistry lab when they will see they will start talking about HCL....”
“HCL bolle to...”I was not aware about boys terminology that much.
“High class launda he added to my knowledge. One day one of my class mate came to my house...Chandoo...i was alone everybody had gone for some shopping.....we were discussing about our home work and ten he asked me about HP, hand practice and....soon he persuaded me to show mine and he showed his....he even held mine...my cock and rubbed it in his hand showing how it is done and then told me to with his cock,as we were alone and door we locked....soon both of us were out of our half pants....”
“Kitana bada tha usaka ...”i enquired.
“Kafi bada...5-6 inch ka raha hoga.”
“Vastav main umar ke lihaj se ...i thought and again goaded him,
“Phir kya hua.”
“Phir chandu asked me ki maine kissi ke sath kiya hai ki nahin and I confssed nahin.while rubbing my cock he suggested ki we can do with each other. He even told name of number of boys jinake sath vo sab aapas main karten hain....and while saying he was caressing my...,my...buttocks.”
To...I was holding my breath.
“He even suggested I can do first....but again said that...as I am inexperienced it will be better if let him do it first to and then I can do it with him.”
“Budhhu...ye shuru ke buddhu hain...”I thought...and he continued,
“Mujhe usane pait ke bal lita diya....phir usane apana....apna vo mere...”
“Aree saaf saaf bolo naa ki apna lund tumhaare gaand ki ched pe....”
“Haan haan vhi par...usaka lund bahoot mota tha...usanr bahooot koshih ki lekin ghus nahi raha tha ....mujhe dard to ho raha tha`lekin...sath saath...phir usane thoda sa thook apne...”
Supare pe...i completed....bolo gaya ki nahin...i was being impatient boys will be boys Vaseline lagani chiye thi....
“Nahin..lekin lag raha tha ki challa jaega...usane thoda saa thook mere ched e bhi lga ke philaya....auur poori takat se dhakelaa....tab tak bahar rikashe ke rookane ki avvaj aayi...aur jaldi se hm dono alag ho gaye. Maine piche ke raste se use bahar kar diya.”
“To bach gayi teri gaand…”
To...I was holding my breath.
“He even suggested I can do first....but again said that...as I am inexperienced it will be better if let him do it first to and then I can do it with him.”
“Budhhu...ye shuru ke buddhu hain...”I thought...and he continued,
“Mujhe usane pait ke bal lita diya....phir usane apana....apna vo mere...”
“Aree saaf saaf bolo naa ki apna lund tumhaare gaand ki ched pe....”
“Haan haan vhi par...usaka lund bahoot mota tha...usanr bahooot koshih ki lekin ghus nahi raha tha ....mujhe dard to ho raha tha`lekin...sath saath...phir usane thoda sa thook apne...”
Supare pe...i completed....bolo gaya ki nahin...i was being impatient boys will be boys Vaseline lagani chiye thi....
“Nahin..lekin lag raha tha ki challa jaega...usane thoda saa thook mere ched e bhi lga ke philaya....auur poori takat se dhakelaa....tab tak bahar rikashe ke rookane ki avvaj aayi...aur jaldi se hm dono alag ho gaye. Maine piche ke raste se use bahar kar diya.”
“To bach gayi teri gaand…”
JKG and mom' s b day wishes...trainiing continues
Guddi I reminded ...
Han usase kitani milati hai...vo to ekdam patakaha hai baraat main saare ladake usake piche pade the….
Aree Mummy piche to ye bhi usake pade hain…I joined in banter.
Are is bicahre ko kyon dosh deti hai….tuamhare maaike ki saali sab ladakiyan auarte hain hi aisi chinal…usaki shalakl ke lag rahha tha ki bacapan se hi muhaale main banati phirati hogi….aur phir sun …
she was addressing him…
“ ji…ji haan…” and both of us burst into giggling.
“ arre chinar ke jane…usaane teri maan ko choda to tu usaki beti chod de…” mom was uneqvivocal.
“ arre muumy ye to aapne unke munh ki baat chin li. abhi to ye uski photo ke…I was going to naarate his mastaerbaturoy …with her picture but his begging eyes forbid me. I changed and added
are aur vaise bhi mamma ki mulagi…vo to chalata hi hai…”
“ ekdam…arre vo saali apanaa hath main leke tahal rahi hogi aur bicara mera damad tadape…cchh chh…”
mom commiserated with him. But mom further tarpped him,
“Ye bata chal…teri maan abhi tak to chalati hai hain naa…are abhi umar hi kya hai…usake joban dekah ke to yahan sab ka man dolgaya
He kept mum but he was no longer blushing.
“ achaa chal ye bata ..sach sach mere kaise lagate hain…aur agar ye kaha ki nahin dekha hai to main bura maan jaungi…”
“Acche lagate hain…” no escape route was left for him.
“Aree aise thode hi…ye bata…jara detail main bata naa…kya man karta agar tujhe mil jayn…aur aaj teri birthday hai bol..cchiaye…na…ek baar bol ke dekh…”
“ haan ..yes …” he blurted.
“ to bol naa kya achcah lagata hai aur mil jaye to to kya karegaa tu….”
“ ji…size…and ..aur itte kade ..firm…rasile…” He was becoming more bold.
“Aur bol naa age kya karegaa…agar main tujhe ye de dun..aj teri birth day hai…khool ke bool…”
Main unhe choonuga dabaunga…hhob maje lunga…
She waited…and he continued
Aur kas kas ke choosunga..
Aree to meri samdahn ke kaun se kam hain meri tarah se to unkae bhi tantan hain 38 d to honge hai naa bol…
Han he accepted …
Are to jaise mere vaise unake…she had now tarpped him fully.
Arre muumy inkai apnap bahna ke saath ….to ye bahcanchod to hona hi chaate hain aap to inko…I could not suppress my smile and intervening.
Arre to bura kya hai…jawan mard hai…to tum kya sochti ho hamri umar main man nahi karata…han to boll…
Han usase kitani milati hai...vo to ekdam patakaha hai baraat main saare ladake usake piche pade the….
Aree Mummy piche to ye bhi usake pade hain…I joined in banter.
Are is bicahre ko kyon dosh deti hai….tuamhare maaike ki saali sab ladakiyan auarte hain hi aisi chinal…usaki shalakl ke lag rahha tha ki bacapan se hi muhaale main banati phirati hogi….aur phir sun …
she was addressing him…
“ ji…ji haan…” and both of us burst into giggling.
“ arre chinar ke jane…usaane teri maan ko choda to tu usaki beti chod de…” mom was uneqvivocal.
“ arre muumy ye to aapne unke munh ki baat chin li. abhi to ye uski photo ke…I was going to naarate his mastaerbaturoy …with her picture but his begging eyes forbid me. I changed and added
are aur vaise bhi mamma ki mulagi…vo to chalata hi hai…”
“ ekdam…arre vo saali apanaa hath main leke tahal rahi hogi aur bicara mera damad tadape…cchh chh…”
mom commiserated with him. But mom further tarpped him,
“Ye bata chal…teri maan abhi tak to chalati hai hain naa…are abhi umar hi kya hai…usake joban dekah ke to yahan sab ka man dol
He kept mum but he was no longer blushing.
“ achaa chal ye bata ..sach sach mere kaise lagate hain…aur agar ye kaha ki nahin dekha hai to main bura maan jaungi…”
“Acche lagate hain…” no escape route was left for him.
“Aree aise thode hi…ye bata…jara detail main bata naa…kya man karta agar tujhe mil jayn…aur aaj teri birthday hai bol..cchiaye…na…ek baar bol ke dekh…”
“ haan ..yes …” he blurted.
“ to bol naa kya achcah lagata hai aur mil jaye to to kya karegaa tu….”
“ ji…size…and ..aur itte kade ..firm…rasile…” He was becoming more bold.
“Aur bol naa age kya karegaa…agar main tujhe ye de dun..aj teri birth day hai…khool ke bool…”
Main unhe choonuga dabaunga…hhob maje lunga…
She waited…and he continued
Aur kas kas ke choosunga..
Aree to meri samdahn ke kaun se kam hain meri tarah se to unkae bhi tantan hain 38 d to honge hai naa bol…
Han he accepted …
Are to jaise mere vaise unake…she had now tarpped him fully.
Arre muumy inkai apnap bahna ke saath ….to ye bahcanchod to hona hi chaate hain aap to inko…I could not suppress my smile and intervening.
Arre to bura kya hai…jawan mard hai…to tum kya sochti ho hamri umar main man nahi karata…han to boll…
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When mom kept the phone she had made him say many things which I never dreamt…
When mom kept the phone she had made him say many things which I never dreamt…
I had opened a sissification site which taught men, how to look feminine perfectly and asked him to surf and learn...
“chal Mita koi baat nahin main hun na, chal ye sab seekh” and I caressed his tits over kurta.
I left him doing surfing and told chal in half an hour you should learn …and tell me what have you to do to become perfect like them…and left for the kitchen.
I wanted to give him some space.
Let him enjoy those sites…earlier to him it was only a fantasy but now he will mark his journey against many stories, thought and went for making mock tail.
“chal Mita koi baat nahin main hun na, chal ye sab seekh” and I caressed his tits over kurta.
I left him doing surfing and told chal in half an hour you should learn …and tell me what have you to do to become perfect like them…and left for the kitchen.
I wanted to give him some space.
Let him enjoy those sites…earlier to him it was only a fantasy but now he will mark his journey against many stories, thought and went for making mock tail.
While mixing mock tail I could not stop my grin…what mom has done today…unake maaike ki auraten….it was perfect deconstruction and demystification. What even inner feelings he had for his cousin…and I could not belive what taunts of mummy made him think…it was too much…but it was these women who had cast him what they thought as a perfect iron strong mould…but now that mould was broken.They were so proud that he confirms to what they made him believe is ‘good’….which excuded most of things which were joyous making him a perfect killjoy…but once the mould has started breaking…I will ensure that it crumbles and I make him as I wann him to be and I will show it off in his maikaa…
I landed up with two glasses of fruit pucnh with more than a dash of jamaikan rum and two large slices of ripe but hard mango….
Lo…tera thoda saa juice to meri nanad salli ne pi liya thaa….pointing towards cum stained picture guddi I mocked.
I looked at the site… And I said seriously …yes it will be nice idea when mom is here next time…why not…aur aaj tum unase kya kya bol rahe the…
Mummy bahoot …bahoot achchi hain….he admitted and now he was reading….'if he looks like a wife, walks like a wife and speaks like a wife - he is a wife! The sooner you get him to accept his proper status the happier he'll be. Keep it secret from others by all means - just don't fool yourselves.'
Yes MITA …ab tum joru ke gulam hi nahin Joru ho acha chalo thodi der late hain and I brought him to bed using his feminine name.
I landed up with two glasses of fruit pucnh with more than a dash of jamaikan rum and two large slices of ripe but hard mango….
Lo…tera thoda saa juice to meri nanad salli ne pi liya thaa….pointing towards cum stained picture guddi I mocked.
I looked at the site… And I said seriously …yes it will be nice idea when mom is here next time…why not…aur aaj tum unase kya kya bol rahe the…
Mummy bahoot …bahoot achchi hain….he admitted and now he was reading….'if he looks like a wife, walks like a wife and speaks like a wife - he is a wife! The sooner you get him to accept his proper status the happier he'll be. Keep it secret from others by all means - just don't fool yourselves.'
Yes MITA …ab tum joru ke gulam hi nahin Joru ho acha chalo thodi der late hain and I brought him to bed using his feminine name.
JKG- mummy's b day wishes
Hay kaisa hai mera munnaa…birth day boy…she was in same jestfull mood.
I kept the speaker phone on. I had lifted his salwar and was trying to tie thenara
Arre bolo naa…I coaxed him and told mom…
“are unki amma nenara
“To phir meri samdaan ko dosh do na …mere bichare muune ko kyon dosh deti ho”, she came in stout defence of his damad. And continued…
“aur bichari samdahn ko kyon…are vo ek baar nada khol deti thin to usake yaar bandhne hi nahi dete the nahi bishavas to us chinar ke poot se pooch lo…kyoin hai naa…arre bol na jab nada khula tha to toone kabhi us bulbul ke khoole laal munh ka darsan kiya thaa…”
I could not stop giglling and teased him…
“Hey mummy kuch pooch rahi hain batao naa…are isamame sharmane ki kya baat hai tumhari matribhoomi ke hi bare main pooch rahi hain…kyon tumko apni matribhoomi se pyaar nahi hai kya…aur vasie bhi aaj teri birthday hai to jahan se…”
Mom joined me in berating him
“.aur kya sahi to kah rahi hai meri beti....meri samdhan pe kitanon ne chadhai ki hogi....phir kisi ki safal chudai ke 9 mahine baad uski choot se...to phir aaj to us jagah ko yaad karane ka din hai hi....jisamne kisi kalund gaya
.now mom was in full swing....
He was blushing hard ...but was enjoying every word.
“Are kya laundiya ki tarh sharma rahe ho....mummy ki batton ka javab do na...sab sahi to kah rahi hain..”..I taunted.
“Arre iske gahr ki koi laundiya uarten to koi sharmati nahin....hindustanPakistan
Now his silence was ....i stared at him and he responded hurriedly.
“Mummy acha hai....”
“Colour matching hain na..”.she aksed.
“Han ekdam” and he un consciously adjusted it over his peaks, answering.
Mom started explaining him ki dupatta kaise odha jata hai...how to show of luscious teats....and kase ada se gira ke adjust karana chahiye....
I goaded mom....mummy arre aaj apaki smadahn ne bacca jana ha koi sohar vohar and mom never required second prodding.....Are jaccha ka chotad nagada se....
One after another....are kahan se aya jira....are kisnai chodi jacha....munne ke mamma ne... and then pure gallis...Samdahn meri ari ammma teri gadah chodi ghoda chodi…
Ek jaye aaage dosar pichvade…
Teri amma chinar teri bahan chinar…Jo tel lagaye vo bhi chinar
Jo doodh pilaye vo bhi chinar
Keu hans ke lela kheu kas ke lellaa
Kehu dhaiya dhai Jobana baikayane lelaa
She aksed him to sing together and with some persuasion and force he too was singing...Chatank chandi main samdhan chudaai....
Mummy aaap kah rahi thin saasu ji inake maama se....ye inake maaam ke jane...
Aur kya unhone khhod mujase kaboola tha...jab vo baarat main aayi thin...are isaki shakal dekho na.....kya naam hai iski us mameri bahan ka....
Guddi I reminded her....
I kept the speaker phone on. I had lifted his salwar and was trying to tie the
Arre bolo naa…I coaxed him and told mom…
“are unki amma ne
“To phir meri samdaan ko dosh do na …mere bichare muune ko kyon dosh deti ho”, she came in stout defence of his damad. And continued…
“aur bichari samdahn ko kyon…are vo ek baar nada khol deti thin to usake yaar bandhne hi nahi dete the nahi bishavas to us chinar ke poot se pooch lo…kyoin hai naa…arre bol na jab nada khula tha to toone kabhi us bulbul ke khoole laal munh ka darsan kiya thaa…”
I could not stop giglling and teased him…
“Hey mummy kuch pooch rahi hain batao naa…are isamame sharmane ki kya baat hai tumhari matribhoomi ke hi bare main pooch rahi hain…kyon tumko apni matribhoomi se pyaar nahi hai kya…aur vasie bhi aaj teri birthday hai to jahan se…”
Mom joined me in berating him
“.aur kya sahi to kah rahi hai meri beti....meri samdhan pe kitanon ne chadhai ki hogi....phir kisi ki safal chudai ke 9 mahine baad uski choot se...to phir aaj to us jagah ko yaad karane ka din hai hi....jisamne kisi ka
.now mom was in full swing....
He was blushing hard ...but was enjoying every word.
“Are kya laundiya ki tarh sharma rahe ho....mummy ki batton ka javab do na...sab sahi to kah rahi hain..”..I taunted.
“Arre iske gahr ki koi laundiya uarten to koi sharmati nahin....hindustan
Now his silence was ....i stared at him and he responded hurriedly.
“Mummy acha hai....”
“Colour matching hain na..”.she aksed.
“Han ekdam” and he un consciously adjusted it over his peaks, answering.
Mom started explaining him ki dupatta kaise odha jata hai...how to show of luscious teats....and kase ada se gira ke adjust karana chahiye....
I goaded mom....mummy arre aaj apaki smadahn ne bacca jana ha koi sohar vohar and mom never required second prodding.....Are jaccha ka chotad nagada se....
One after another....are kahan se aya jira....are kisnai chodi jacha....munne ke mamma ne... and then pure gallis...Samdahn meri ari ammma teri gadah chodi ghoda chodi…
Ek jaye aaage dosar pichvade…
Teri amma chinar teri bahan chinar…Jo tel lagaye vo bhi chinar
Jo doodh pilaye vo bhi chinar
Keu hans ke lela kheu kas ke lellaa
Kehu dhaiya dhai Jobana baikayane lelaa
She aksed him to sing together and with some persuasion and force he too was singing...Chatank chandi main samdhan chudaai....
Mummy aaap kah rahi thin saasu ji inake maama se....ye inake maaam ke jane...
Aur kya unhone khhod mujase kaboola tha...jab vo baarat main aayi thin...are isaki shakal dekho na.....kya naam hai iski us mameri bahan ka....
Guddi I reminded her....
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