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JKG and mom comes....training moves ahead...ear rings for him
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.
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.
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...
JKG...training and preparation for Mom's visit
Of course he had ‘bed tea’ in the morning.
And the news he was so eagerly waiting for came in lunch.
He was eating his ‘muffins’ ( I mean my muff) post lunch when Mom rang. I put the speaker phone on.
“Yes I can listen to that noise, she told. Tell that madarchod...main do din main aa rahi hun....bata dene us haram jade, randi ke jane chinar ke poot ko....he should be ready in all respects....agar maine kuch bhi gadabad payaa na to maar maar ke chootar laal kar dungi”When I asked her would she like to talk to him she giggled,
“ no no I know right know he is busy and he must have listened to every word....just only tell that madarchod....to read more stories of the type .kam se kam 4=5 aur mer samdahn ko yaad kar ke ...khol ke apane hath main leke ...aur mian raat main phone pe puchungi eke k kahani ke bare main.........I have to rush to my kitty. And she hung up.
And at the same time I squeezed his head kas ke ...I was on the verge and checked his bulge with my feet....yes he was hard. My goodness...mom’s words about his mom ...those gallis had strong effect on him.
He was eating his ‘muffins’ ( I mean my muff) post lunch when Mom rang. I put the speaker phone on.
“Yes I can listen to that noise, she told. Tell that madarchod...main do din main aa rahi hun....bata dene us haram jade, randi ke jane chinar ke poot ko....he should be ready in all respects....agar maine kuch bhi gadabad payaa na to maar maar ke chootar laal kar dungi”When I asked her would she like to talk to him she giggled,
“ no no I know right know he is busy and he must have listened to every word....just only tell that madarchod....to read more stories of the type .kam se kam 4=5 aur mer samdahn ko yaad kar ke ...khol ke apane hath main leke ...aur mian raat main phone pe puchungi eke k kahani ke bare main.........I have to rush to my kitty. And she hung up.
And at the same time I squeezed his head kas ke ...I was on the verge and checked his bulge with my feet....yes he was hard. My goodness...mom’s words about his mom ...those gallis had strong effect on him.
And when he came up....he could not restrain his enthusiasm....on how to welcome mom...unhe kya acha lagata hai...what should he do to please her.
Yes that was what I wanted and I pushed him further.
“Do you recall ...you had date for trial today with Bobby tailor...”
“Yes yes ...I know they are very punctual ....I will be there.”
Typical habits of males, they will prejudge everything as if they have repository of all the knowledge. But I let it pass this time.
“ listen ...learn to listen....you know I had given choli and blouses too...last time I got some made for you but that was ....just you know...andaz se....and mom is very punctilious about perfect fit. So every choli and blouse has to be ...trial should be done with matching bra....and Mom will judge you by that too....your selection of proper lingerie with dress...”
He was in rapt attention.
“ but the problem is ...your size is what they say queen size....+ size....and the shop I shop does not have that type of size as normally younger females go there.”
“ So ...what to do....” he too was perplexed.
“ I don’t know....it is something you can not just check from yellow pages and ...normally only a lady who is confidante will share such titbits. And if I had time may be I could ...but I had to go to Mrs Khanna....you know....only koi auart who is ...richly endowed....you know what I mean...”
I let the pause hang for a few minutes and then...handed him the solution for which I had created this problem.
“ there is an option. No ...but it will not work....you will not be able to do it...you have not yet reached that level...but I cannot see any other and I should have been with Ms Khanna 5 minutes ago.”
“ tell me...no problem....I will do it.” He was too eager to please Mom.
“ Ms De Mello, see she had ample bosom and ...she always wears perfect matches...what should be her size...arre tumhe apane secretary ki size nahin mallom...use dekh ke mukhe apani sass ki yaad aati hai....”
“ yes she is richly endowed ....but ...how can she help.”
“simple...today you know there is not much work load...middle of week and all that...call her in your cabin, give her bosom some appreciative glances ...ask her ...over the coffee....and she will tell you from where she shops for her undergarments.”
She dropped me at Ms Khanna where there was some discussion about next women’s club elections.
Of course I had briefed Ms De Mello beforehand.
And it was a tough threshold to cross for him.
First time he looked at ample boobs of Ms De Mello as a male should look at ...drooling with appreciative glances.
And it was Ms DeMello who had to take intaitive,
“Sir you wanted to ask something.”
“Yes yes.”..he was heittaing...”I hope ….will not mind...and please don’t call me Sir when we are alone...you wear very nice fitting garments.”
“ thanks Sir” and she just pushed her bountiful boobs a bit more.
“actually I was looking for you know, some....good shop...some...where they sell ...ok under garments....as a gift” he blurted with difficulty.
“ I know but Madam’s size is different and mine is ..what they call + size...and there are very few shops which keep them...so for whom you want to shop Sir...and any way I know them...if you want to...”
“no ...no ...yes not for Madam....it is between you and me...can you tell me location...I will be very thankful.”
He was almost unctuous.
“ no problem Sir...” and now she stood behind him...her ample bosom from her dress almost touching cape of his neck...and gave him address.
And this time when she left his cabin ...first time he stood up and thanked her profusely, a task he should have done every time when he met a female accepting their normal superiority.
We met at the shop. It was well stocked. ( he though afternoon time will be less crowded but he was wrong as usual, most women do such sopping at this time only and ...it was well populated with mostly 30 + ... ladies and some even younger once)
I selected number of them, some will go well with blouse some with noodle strap choli and a few padded ones....
But when I told him to take them...to trial room and check...he was flabbergasted. But I almost shooed him....
When he came out ...all ladies were looking at him... a man coming out after checking the bras...
And I rubbed further...theek thi naa...all of them… and he nodded his head, with a long face.
Arre smile yaar and holding his hand I said to no one in particular,
“ actually they are a surprise gift for his Mom....you know he likes her....and their sizes are so similar...janu it will be perfect and she will be so happy.”
At home he had taken the responsibility of cleaning and preparing Mom’s room.
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