Update 01
Hi everybody,
This story one of my favorite. But the writer never finish it in xossip. I forgot the name of the writer. After finishing posting the story here, may be i will try to finish it. Hope you guys like the story.
After the initial couple of months in the rented house with the landlord acting as our guardian, very much like a fatherly figure aiding in almost all issues, and myself enthusiastically nurturing my toddler son, things started changing when my husband faced problems in his workplace. The factory in which my husband was working issued work suspension notice and it hit us very badly. He started getting curtailed wages which was not at all sufficient for our livelihood. On some months there was nonpayment also making lives choking for us.
My husband naturally remained very upset and agitated for his job status and his luck was not favoring also as he was unable to get another job. He started remaining outside the house for long hours in search of job and I noticed that he grew drinking habit soon! My marital life was naturally in a dismal state and with the burden of the rent to be paid, buying the baby food for Harpal, and paying college fees and books for Rampal and his increasing demand for guidance (tuition) for his studies… things looked really out of hand for me.
Chacha-ji (I called the landlord by that name) was a retired person and he had to feed his handicapped grownup son. Moreover, there was another dependent on him - Haria, the servant who looked after Sanjay. Chacha-ji was very particular about the rent part and one day there was a stiff quarrel between my husband and him regarding that and Chacha-ji even threatened to evict us if nonpayment continued. The overall situation was very grim and I was in a pure hopeless situation with no money to run the family and had no other alternative but to talk to Chacha-ji to save the situation.
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… you said you wanted to talk to me…
I actually was breastfeeding Rampal at that time; had it been any other person I had to quickly recompose and cover myself up, but since Chacha-ji was like a fatherly figure to me and was always around in the house, I had stopped covering up myself each time seeing him while executing daily chores. Though initially I was hesitant but his age, calm eyes, non-ogling attitude, and well mannered approach made me feel at ease. Since I had to breastfed Rampal frequently those days, I had stopped wearing the churidar at home and always wore sari so that it was easier for me to quickly push up the blouse and feed the kid to stop his yells.
Me: Yes…. Yes Chacha-ji.
Out of reflex action I pulled back my pallu over my blouse; my wheat-colored round and fleshy left boob was completely out my blouse and was entirely visible as Rampal was eagerly sucking it.
Chacha-ji: Arre Beti… you can complete the feeding naa…. I am waiting…
I nodded and indicated him to sit down and continued feeding him and gently swinging my thigh and knee so that Ram quickly gets to sleep while breastfeeding.
Chacha-ji sat down on the couch.
Me: Ji… itna shararat karta hai… yehi ek waqt hai jab thanda rehta hai… ab so jayega…
Chacha-ji (smiling): Okay, okay… tu use sula de pehle…
I nodded and checked my son’s condition. He had already sucked quite a bit of my milk and was almost sleepy. As I continued to swing him on my leg muttering a tune and patting his forehead, Chacha-ji was nodding his head to the tune and looking at me with a calm smiling face.
What I did not gather was my pallu was rather transparent and hence even when I covered my breasts with my pallu, Chacha-ji, from the close quarter, was able to view the complete beauty of my ripe left breast as my son was sucking it. Moreover, as my son had the habit of not continuously sucking the nipple while breastfeeding and used to give short pauses and removed his mouth off the nipple after sucking may be for a minute or two, Chacha-ji got all the more chance to see my swollen, moist, and succulent left nipple through my transparent pallu. My areolas were also big and rather prominent on my mammaries and my husband was very impressed from day #1 seeing those large circular cherry-colored areolasmaking my breasts look very sexy and eye-catching.
Soon Harpal was asleep and made him lie down on the cot and quickly covered myself properly.
Chacha-ji: Ab bol kya baat hai?
Me: Chacha-ji… (I could not control weeping) aap se to kuch nehi chupa hai… unka factory mei to lockout chal raha hai… ab main to pagal ho raha hoon ke paisa aayega kaha se…
Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti… if I had any connection in any factory or in any business… main kabka bol deta tere marad ko… par aisa nehi hai…
I continued to weep.
Chacha-ji: Beti… Beti… (coming closer to me and patting my head) Don’t get upset… tell me the constraints…. let me see if I can do something…
Me (controlled my weeping): Chacha-ji see... in the past Rampal’s college fees and books were the only costs pertaining to him… but now he is demanding tuition classes… tell me Chacha-ji… in a family like us… where from will I get that extra money for tuition?
Chacha-ji: Hmm…
Me: Upar se Harpal ka baby food bhi kharid na hai… aur apka rent bhi to mujhe bharna hai…
Chacha-ji nodded in agreement of my pathetic condition. He was silent for sometime and looked up at the ceiling for a probable escape route for me.
Chacha-ji: If I could waive your rents I would have done that Beti… par as you know… I have my disabled son and a dependent sister to feed… and I have no other source of income…
I could understand Chacha-ji’s frustration level; his grownup crippled son who did not contribute a single paisa due to his physical limitation.
Me: I know…
Chacha-ji: What have you thought Beti?
Me: I can’t think Chacha-ji… aise chalega to Rampal ka padhai bandh karna padhega… waise to Class VIII tak to pahuch gaya hai… ab kisi dukan mei….
Chacha-ji: W-h-a-t?
Me: Chacha-ji… ap hi bolo main kya karoon… Harpal ka babyfood bandh karu? I can’t do that… Aapka rent bhi mujhe dena hai… to mere pas ek hi upai…
I couldn’t even complete my words that Chacha-ji almost howled at me!
Chacha-ji: Khabardar jo Rampal ka college bandh karne ki baat boli to!
I was slightly taken aback by Chacha-ji’s strong reaction, but soon realized that he loved Rampal very much and they spent quite a bit of time together in the house.
Me: Chacha-ji… I didn’t mean to say that… but it is simply impossible for me to grant his demand for tuition classes! No way I can manage that Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Chal… iska hal ho gaya!
I was quite surprised. How can he solve this problem! His tuition would cost some money for sure and I was sure Chacha-ji was in no position to bear that! Naturally I looked questionably at him.
Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti… you have enough in your plate… I can understand… and I cannot help you in every aspect, but in this case I can… so I will.
Me: You mean…???
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… Rampal is growing up and you must not shut down his demands … just like that… what I have decided is… I will give him tuition… so at least that financial burden is off of your shoulder.
Me: O Chacha-ji! That’s really kind of you… this will be really helpful for Ram! How can I thank you!
Chacha-ji: What thanks? I have not done anything Beti… let me start taking account of his studies and then get the reference books… then you thank me naa…
My eyes were almost filled with tears of joy as Rampal was pressurizing me for tuition for quite some days now but due to dearth of money I was not able to fulfill his desire, but now with my landlord Chacha-ji taking care of that I was much, much relived.
Me: Chacha-ji… I really can see some light now and Rampal would love to get coaching from you… as he likes your company.
Chacha-ji: Yes I also feel that I can be a good teacher for him as I had given tuition previously to the sister duo.
Me: Who? You mean Parvati and Shalini?
Chacha-ji: Yes... aur kaun!
Parvati and Malini were our neighbor’s daughters and were almost of same age as my son. Previously they used to take tuition from Chacha-ji but now they go to a coaching class for tuition.
Me: Okay Chacha-ji… Rampal will be very happy to listen to this!
Chacha-ji got up and put his hand on my head and just nodded expressing through his eyes as if he was with me and that I should not worry. I again thanked him and he went upstairs. In my joyful mood I was not able to realize the dirty plan of my landlord behind this offer and I got completely trapped in that!
Rampal was grownup enough, now reading in Class VIII, and realized when I explained him about the financial constraints and that Chacha-ji willingly agreed to give him guidance and notes. He was also pretty serious and seemed to be extremely happy to be getting tuition from my elderly landlord. Everything was so normal until Chacha-ji hatched his dirty plan. I was simply bowled over by his crooked mind and was exploited like anything under the created circumstances. Not even in my wildest of dreams I could assume that the filthy old man would use the basic relationship of a mother and son to satisfy his perverted mind! Chacha-ji used my natural blind love for my son and made use of me for his visual and physical pleasure!
Chacha-ji was very particular about the timing of teaching and it was the late afternoon time when he taught Rampal. Automatically a very good impression developed in my mind towards Chacha-ji but during that time period my dirty landlord was only preparing ground for his plan to work perfectly. I was obviously too innocent and naïve to realize that. For the first month there was nothing abnormal and things moved on pretty smoth; Chacha-ji coming down from upstairs to teach Rampal and he was also doing his homework regularly. In general there was no disturbance unless baby Harpal cried and I tried my best to minimize the noise such that Rampal’s studies were not disturbed and at times when I was unable to persuade the baby to stop crying I breastfed him. That was one way of keeping the environment quiet for my elder son.
I used to come in the room where Rampal studied with tea and some little snacks for Chacha-ji. I was not able to realize that the elderly man would watch my sari-clad figure in the process of bringing tea for him and would feast his lustful eyes upon my big round swinging ass as I came out of the room. I was most of the time clad in a sari at home but since Chacha-ji gave tuition to Rampal in the evening hours, he could spot me in a salwar-kamiz also because I took my baby for a walk just prior to his arrival to the backside road behind our house; so I had to look somewhat decent.
But the problem was elsewhere – the two salwar-kamiz that I used to wear in the afternoon for going outside were pretty old and stitched before I had gathered fat after the birth of Harpal; hence both dresses fitted rather tightly on my body and now that I was breastfeeding regularly, my breasts had also grown heavier than before being filled with milk all the time. With the chunri on outside my house it was still okay, but as soon as I returned from my walk, almost simultaneously Chacha-ji descended from upstairs to teach Ramplal and I never got the opportunity to change into a sari and had to quickly clean up the room, straighten the divan bedcover, arrange for a chair, etc. and naturally to work fast I dropped my chunri aside.
Though Chacha-ji was a father-like figure to me, I was never comfortable wearing a salwar-kamiz without a chunri in front of him; sari was always a better and comfortable choice for me. As I moved about in the room in front of him I was not able to hide my protruding boobs through my tight kamiz and since I was not in the habit of wearing a bra those days (as I had to frequently breast feed), I was reluctant to buy a new bra, hence wore the old ones which naturally did not fit on my bigger milk-filled tits. I could realize that looked rather indecent and provocative but since it was “Chacha-ji” I did not mind much.
My breasts were always heavy and now with the additional milk in them, they looked fuller, rounder, and heavier, and especially in a tight bra and a tight fitting kamiz. But I had little choice as I had no other decent clothes to go out for a walk. Moreover, Chacha-ji’s order was to give him a cup of hot tea at the start of the tuition, so I did not even get an opportunity to get out of my dress and change into a sari even after the initial cleanup etc., as I had to prepare tea for him. When I served the tea naturally he chatted with me for sometime about the progress of Rampal’s studies etc. and I had to stand right in front of him in that tight fitting dress. Chacha-ji never behaved in an indecent fashion nor did I found him stealing a glance of my oozing boobs through my tight salwar-kamiz. Very soon this became a regular process as he gave tuition to Rampal thrice a week and I found that I was feeling less and less shy and uneasy in front of the elderly man.
But little did I know about his ill intentions - meeting him in that outfit regularly, my fully-developed milk-filled boobs, my plump figure, my pleasant smile – all culminated for the elderly man to be tempted more and more towards me and unknown to me he remained in a state of constant arousal for the entire duration of the tuition! As a month or so had passed, Chacha-ji hatched his plan and used my neighbor Ritika’s son, Jayant, who was in the same class (but in different college) and as per his instruction Jayant started providing my son B-grade filmi magazines, which Rampal would read secretly outside of my knowledge and naturally enjoyed very much. Chacha-ji used to give Jayant and his sister Joyita tuition and later I came to know that he trapped them and blackmailed/exploited them!
Chacha-ji utilized the thirst of these young boys by providing them hot filmi magazines and pornographic books and they were naturally easy preys for him! Jayant was the first one and then was my son! Soon Jayant started increasing the dose for my son and provided him hotter magazines and simple pornographic story books. When Rampal was slowly getting addicted to these books, as per Chacha-ji’s instruction, Jayant started offering him porn books with stories having incest themes like having sex with aunt, father banging his grownup daughter, brother-sister love stories and mother-son themes. Young Rampal’s mind was diverted briskly in the dark alleys of taboo relationships. As Chacha-ji got a clear signal from Jayant that my son was enjoying those stories and demanded more, he was confident that Rampal now could be easily drawn into incest relationship and it was my turn to be trapped.
Then one day as per his plan Jayant gave him some books which had only mother-son hot and alluring incest stories with appealing photographs of elderly naked women and young men having sexual intercourse with them. Chacha-ji very craftily started blackmailing my son when during a tuition session he took them out from Rampal’s bag and scolded him for reading such books and asked him to behave properly or else he would complain to his mother. Poor Rampal was too much frightened and nervous to say anything and was extremely scared. He instantly surrendered to his tuition teacher and Chacha-ji was waiting exactly for this. Seeing Rampal under pressure and fully under his clutches, Chacha-ji kept the book under his custody saying if Rampal disobeyed him in future he would divulge the secret and show those books to his mother.
Next day as per his plan Chacha-ji came and behaved very normally with Rampal as if nothing happened the other day. I gave him tea and he started teaching without discussing anything about his studies. I was a bit surprised as generally everyday he speaks something about Rampal’s progress, his studies, his performance in class etc. I went to the other room to change my salwar-kamiz. Just then I heard a call from Chacha-ji. I had to respond.
Me: Yes Chacha-ji coming.
I decided to change my salwar-kamiz later and went to the other room.
Seeing me I found Chacha-ji’s face as if lit up! I did not find Rampal in the room.
Me: Ram kaha gaya?
Chacha-ji: I have given him a break and he went to play with Jayant.
I was surprised, naturally.
Me: O... but...
Chacha-ji: Baitho Beti... There’s a reason for that. Sit down first.
I smiled and sat down on the bed in front of Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: I have something very important to discuss with you regarding Ram.
Me: What Chacha-ji? If he not studying properly?
Chacha-ji was silent. Naturally I was anxious.
Me: Please tell me Chacha-ji... am getting anxious!
Chacha-ji: Well Ram is studying quite well... I have no problems there... but...
Me: But...???
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... you must promise first that you will not tell Ram anything... not even the slightest bit... if you give me word and trust me... then I can...
I was getting more nervous now. What had my son done?
Me: Chacha-ji... what are you saying? I trust you completely... and in fact I have given charge in one way of Ram to you only!
Chahcha-ji: Yes, right Beti... that’s why I am concerned.
Me: Chacha-ji... please... kya baat hai... mujhe jaldi bataiye naa!
Chacha-ji: Okay, I will share with you and that’s why I sent off Ram... but first you promise to me that you will not talk about this to your son.
I was getting very impatient now.
Me: Promise Chacha-ji... promise!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Today I have discovered some books from Ram’s bag...
Me: Books? What books Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Yes... am coming to that only! I got some books in his bag and they are... unfortunately dirty books...
Me: Dirty books.... matlab?
The way Chacha-ji had built up the atmosphere honestly I was thinking of some more grave sin committed by my growing son; I was somewhat relieved as I was definitely thinking of something worse than that!
Chacha-ji saying “these...” brought out two-three books from under his shirt and handed over to me.
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I saw all the books had pics of naked matured women on their covers while one book had the pick of a huge dick held by a man in his hand... unknowingly my eyes stuck to that momentarily... it was just too huge... awesome sized lund... I missed out the wicked smile on Chacha-ji’s face and that he was purposely showing that porn to me. And as soon as I saw that picture my face inadvertently turned crimson and I was simply dumbfounded.
Chacha-ji: Beti... it’s not about getting angry with Ram and scold and beat him... you must see the nature of the pron he is reading...
I still was unable to speak a single word. I felt totally blank. I continued to look at the pornographic books.
Chacha-ji: Beti... just see... all the three books depict the same theme... here... (he opened a book) ... all stories are incest type. a-l-l... just see...
The perverted elderly man just kept me involved in conversation and enjoyed thoroughly my timid and shy reactions!
I asked like a fool, “Chacha-ji... incest matlab?”
Chacha-ji: Beti... incest is sex relation among family members which is considered taboo otherwise... like father having sexual relation with grownup daughter, or may be a brother enjoying sex with his sister, or a mother having sex with his son... like that you know.
I was instantly red and dropped my eyes and was cursing myself for asking such a silly and foolish question. I was feeling extremely shy to meet eyes with Chacha-ji now and was searching for words.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye normal baat hai...
Me: N-o-r-m-al...???
Chacha-ji: Are Beti yes sab to chalta rehta hai... but the info does not flash in public... that’s why you or me are not aware...
Me: May be... (I really did not want to extend my discussion at all on such a topic with this elderly man) Par Chacha-ji... I simply cannot believe that Ram reads such dirty books! It is impossible! He is always under my supervision!
Chacha-ji: Beti, if you close your eyes and say the sun will not set... does that happen? The sun sets in its own course even if you keep your eyes shut. Same is the case here. Tum maano ya na maano.... sachhai to yehi hai ke Ram yeh ashleel books padhne laga hai.
I could realize that Chacha-ji was correct, but my motherly love for my son was trying to blind me.
Chacha-ji: And for your information... if there are 10 stories in these books, 8 stories are based on mother-son love and sex... so still if you want to close your eyes and think your son is on the right track... you can. My responsibility was to make you aware... now it’s your call.
Me: Chacha-ji... I can understand what you are telling... but Ram... our Ram...(I was almost on the verge of weeping)
Chacha-ji: Beti... be calm and composed first! Don’t get emotional unnecessarily. You have to admit that Ram has grown up... he is almost 15 years of age and you cannot stop him from his curiousness about female body and knowing about sex at this growing age. Can you?
I just nodded negatively.
Chacha-ji: In this age he will be attracted towards girls... that’s but natural...and his keenness would lead him to look inside clothes of women... you cannot stop that. Can you?
Chacha-ji’s words indeed helped me to understand the practical situation though it was extremely hard for me to believe on it. Rampal was my son.... but still I had to accept my son’s adolescence keenness.
Chacha-ji: Again I repeat Beti... he is studying very attentively... but at the same time his age is drawing him into these books... its no fault of him... you must not react to it. Are you getting me?
I gathered all my strength and meakly replied “yes”.
Chacha-ji: Like the chapters of his college books, the pictures of unclothed women and sex stories in these books also exert a pull on him. If you scold, rebuke and beat him for this... he will do it more and will try to hide more from you... and that’s where things can go wrong... isn’t it Beti?
Me: Hmm...
Chacha-ji: In trying to conceal and bury things, he can land up in a mess and darker alleys. So instead of scolding him or crying for what has happened to my son... be sensible and HELP him Beti!
Chacha-ji’s calm words and explanations was giving me courage to fight with the situation.
Me: Yes Chacha-ji... I can understand... what should I do now?
Chacha-ji: Before that... its important to know how far Rampal has progressed... is his feelings limited to the pictures and stories or he is trying means to take a step ahead?
I did not fully understand what Chacha-ji meant; so I looked at his face questionably. Chacha-ji probably read my facial expression.
Chacha-ji: Beti, what I mean is... is Ram only confined to the books or his mind is pressing him for more... Do you remember that news Beti? ...last month ka hi to baat hai... there was a raid in a house where prostitution was going on and two college girls and boys were found... remember?
My heart almost skipped a beat. My hands got cold and my eyes widened in shock.
Me: Y-e-s... y-e-s... Chahch-ji!
Chacha-ji: So as a mother if you just close your mind and say my son can’t read these dirty books... you might well end up going to the security officer custody to release your son!
This one sentence was enough and I was so frightened and nervous that I just completely surrendered to my elderly landlord. I stopped using my brain completely and got trapped – just what the perverted man had planned!
Chacha-ji: There has to be a start to that security officer raid also... and today if you ignore this...
Me: I can understand Chacha-ji... I can....Uff! I can’t even think of this! Please tell me Chacha-ji what I need to do.... I want to save my son... that’s all!
Chacha-ji probably within himself said “good”, but in front of me said something else.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... first you need to answer some of my questions... the replies that you give will lead us to Rampal’s status... is he in the simple curiosity level or he has inroads into the unthinkable area and looking for female bodies.
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa nehi hoga... Hey bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: Beti, I told you to be calm... I also think he is in the superficial level of just reading these books, but we have to be sure, isn’t it?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: I apologize at the very beginning Beti... because the questions that I will ask will make you uncomfortable... I know... but for your son’s sake you have to tell me nothing but the truth!
I nodded with a very anxious and worrisome face and mind. .
This story one of my favorite. But the writer never finish it in xossip. I forgot the name of the writer. After finishing posting the story here, may be i will try to finish it. Hope you guys like the story.
After the initial couple of months in the rented house with the landlord acting as our guardian, very much like a fatherly figure aiding in almost all issues, and myself enthusiastically nurturing my toddler son, things started changing when my husband faced problems in his workplace. The factory in which my husband was working issued work suspension notice and it hit us very badly. He started getting curtailed wages which was not at all sufficient for our livelihood. On some months there was nonpayment also making lives choking for us.
My husband naturally remained very upset and agitated for his job status and his luck was not favoring also as he was unable to get another job. He started remaining outside the house for long hours in search of job and I noticed that he grew drinking habit soon! My marital life was naturally in a dismal state and with the burden of the rent to be paid, buying the baby food for Harpal, and paying college fees and books for Rampal and his increasing demand for guidance (tuition) for his studies… things looked really out of hand for me.
Chacha-ji (I called the landlord by that name) was a retired person and he had to feed his handicapped grownup son. Moreover, there was another dependent on him - Haria, the servant who looked after Sanjay. Chacha-ji was very particular about the rent part and one day there was a stiff quarrel between my husband and him regarding that and Chacha-ji even threatened to evict us if nonpayment continued. The overall situation was very grim and I was in a pure hopeless situation with no money to run the family and had no other alternative but to talk to Chacha-ji to save the situation.
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… you said you wanted to talk to me…
I actually was breastfeeding Rampal at that time; had it been any other person I had to quickly recompose and cover myself up, but since Chacha-ji was like a fatherly figure to me and was always around in the house, I had stopped covering up myself each time seeing him while executing daily chores. Though initially I was hesitant but his age, calm eyes, non-ogling attitude, and well mannered approach made me feel at ease. Since I had to breastfed Rampal frequently those days, I had stopped wearing the churidar at home and always wore sari so that it was easier for me to quickly push up the blouse and feed the kid to stop his yells.
Me: Yes…. Yes Chacha-ji.
Out of reflex action I pulled back my pallu over my blouse; my wheat-colored round and fleshy left boob was completely out my blouse and was entirely visible as Rampal was eagerly sucking it.
Chacha-ji: Arre Beti… you can complete the feeding naa…. I am waiting…
I nodded and indicated him to sit down and continued feeding him and gently swinging my thigh and knee so that Ram quickly gets to sleep while breastfeeding.
Chacha-ji sat down on the couch.
Me: Ji… itna shararat karta hai… yehi ek waqt hai jab thanda rehta hai… ab so jayega…
Chacha-ji (smiling): Okay, okay… tu use sula de pehle…
I nodded and checked my son’s condition. He had already sucked quite a bit of my milk and was almost sleepy. As I continued to swing him on my leg muttering a tune and patting his forehead, Chacha-ji was nodding his head to the tune and looking at me with a calm smiling face.
What I did not gather was my pallu was rather transparent and hence even when I covered my breasts with my pallu, Chacha-ji, from the close quarter, was able to view the complete beauty of my ripe left breast as my son was sucking it. Moreover, as my son had the habit of not continuously sucking the nipple while breastfeeding and used to give short pauses and removed his mouth off the nipple after sucking may be for a minute or two, Chacha-ji got all the more chance to see my swollen, moist, and succulent left nipple through my transparent pallu. My areolas were also big and rather prominent on my mammaries and my husband was very impressed from day #1 seeing those large circular cherry-colored areolasmaking my breasts look very sexy and eye-catching.
Soon Harpal was asleep and made him lie down on the cot and quickly covered myself properly.
Chacha-ji: Ab bol kya baat hai?
Me: Chacha-ji… (I could not control weeping) aap se to kuch nehi chupa hai… unka factory mei to lockout chal raha hai… ab main to pagal ho raha hoon ke paisa aayega kaha se…
Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti… if I had any connection in any factory or in any business… main kabka bol deta tere marad ko… par aisa nehi hai…
I continued to weep.
Chacha-ji: Beti… Beti… (coming closer to me and patting my head) Don’t get upset… tell me the constraints…. let me see if I can do something…
Me (controlled my weeping): Chacha-ji see... in the past Rampal’s college fees and books were the only costs pertaining to him… but now he is demanding tuition classes… tell me Chacha-ji… in a family like us… where from will I get that extra money for tuition?
Chacha-ji: Hmm…
Me: Upar se Harpal ka baby food bhi kharid na hai… aur apka rent bhi to mujhe bharna hai…
Chacha-ji nodded in agreement of my pathetic condition. He was silent for sometime and looked up at the ceiling for a probable escape route for me.
Chacha-ji: If I could waive your rents I would have done that Beti… par as you know… I have my disabled son and a dependent sister to feed… and I have no other source of income…
I could understand Chacha-ji’s frustration level; his grownup crippled son who did not contribute a single paisa due to his physical limitation.
Me: I know…
Chacha-ji: What have you thought Beti?
Me: I can’t think Chacha-ji… aise chalega to Rampal ka padhai bandh karna padhega… waise to Class VIII tak to pahuch gaya hai… ab kisi dukan mei….
Chacha-ji: W-h-a-t?
Me: Chacha-ji… ap hi bolo main kya karoon… Harpal ka babyfood bandh karu? I can’t do that… Aapka rent bhi mujhe dena hai… to mere pas ek hi upai…
I couldn’t even complete my words that Chacha-ji almost howled at me!
Chacha-ji: Khabardar jo Rampal ka college bandh karne ki baat boli to!
I was slightly taken aback by Chacha-ji’s strong reaction, but soon realized that he loved Rampal very much and they spent quite a bit of time together in the house.
Me: Chacha-ji… I didn’t mean to say that… but it is simply impossible for me to grant his demand for tuition classes! No way I can manage that Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Chal… iska hal ho gaya!
I was quite surprised. How can he solve this problem! His tuition would cost some money for sure and I was sure Chacha-ji was in no position to bear that! Naturally I looked questionably at him.
Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti… you have enough in your plate… I can understand… and I cannot help you in every aspect, but in this case I can… so I will.
Me: You mean…???
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… Rampal is growing up and you must not shut down his demands … just like that… what I have decided is… I will give him tuition… so at least that financial burden is off of your shoulder.
Me: O Chacha-ji! That’s really kind of you… this will be really helpful for Ram! How can I thank you!
Chacha-ji: What thanks? I have not done anything Beti… let me start taking account of his studies and then get the reference books… then you thank me naa…
My eyes were almost filled with tears of joy as Rampal was pressurizing me for tuition for quite some days now but due to dearth of money I was not able to fulfill his desire, but now with my landlord Chacha-ji taking care of that I was much, much relived.
Me: Chacha-ji… I really can see some light now and Rampal would love to get coaching from you… as he likes your company.
Chacha-ji: Yes I also feel that I can be a good teacher for him as I had given tuition previously to the sister duo.
Me: Who? You mean Parvati and Shalini?
Chacha-ji: Yes... aur kaun!
Parvati and Malini were our neighbor’s daughters and were almost of same age as my son. Previously they used to take tuition from Chacha-ji but now they go to a coaching class for tuition.
Me: Okay Chacha-ji… Rampal will be very happy to listen to this!
Chacha-ji got up and put his hand on my head and just nodded expressing through his eyes as if he was with me and that I should not worry. I again thanked him and he went upstairs. In my joyful mood I was not able to realize the dirty plan of my landlord behind this offer and I got completely trapped in that!
Rampal was grownup enough, now reading in Class VIII, and realized when I explained him about the financial constraints and that Chacha-ji willingly agreed to give him guidance and notes. He was also pretty serious and seemed to be extremely happy to be getting tuition from my elderly landlord. Everything was so normal until Chacha-ji hatched his dirty plan. I was simply bowled over by his crooked mind and was exploited like anything under the created circumstances. Not even in my wildest of dreams I could assume that the filthy old man would use the basic relationship of a mother and son to satisfy his perverted mind! Chacha-ji used my natural blind love for my son and made use of me for his visual and physical pleasure!
Chacha-ji was very particular about the timing of teaching and it was the late afternoon time when he taught Rampal. Automatically a very good impression developed in my mind towards Chacha-ji but during that time period my dirty landlord was only preparing ground for his plan to work perfectly. I was obviously too innocent and naïve to realize that. For the first month there was nothing abnormal and things moved on pretty smoth; Chacha-ji coming down from upstairs to teach Rampal and he was also doing his homework regularly. In general there was no disturbance unless baby Harpal cried and I tried my best to minimize the noise such that Rampal’s studies were not disturbed and at times when I was unable to persuade the baby to stop crying I breastfed him. That was one way of keeping the environment quiet for my elder son.
I used to come in the room where Rampal studied with tea and some little snacks for Chacha-ji. I was not able to realize that the elderly man would watch my sari-clad figure in the process of bringing tea for him and would feast his lustful eyes upon my big round swinging ass as I came out of the room. I was most of the time clad in a sari at home but since Chacha-ji gave tuition to Rampal in the evening hours, he could spot me in a salwar-kamiz also because I took my baby for a walk just prior to his arrival to the backside road behind our house; so I had to look somewhat decent.
But the problem was elsewhere – the two salwar-kamiz that I used to wear in the afternoon for going outside were pretty old and stitched before I had gathered fat after the birth of Harpal; hence both dresses fitted rather tightly on my body and now that I was breastfeeding regularly, my breasts had also grown heavier than before being filled with milk all the time. With the chunri on outside my house it was still okay, but as soon as I returned from my walk, almost simultaneously Chacha-ji descended from upstairs to teach Ramplal and I never got the opportunity to change into a sari and had to quickly clean up the room, straighten the divan bedcover, arrange for a chair, etc. and naturally to work fast I dropped my chunri aside.
Though Chacha-ji was a father-like figure to me, I was never comfortable wearing a salwar-kamiz without a chunri in front of him; sari was always a better and comfortable choice for me. As I moved about in the room in front of him I was not able to hide my protruding boobs through my tight kamiz and since I was not in the habit of wearing a bra those days (as I had to frequently breast feed), I was reluctant to buy a new bra, hence wore the old ones which naturally did not fit on my bigger milk-filled tits. I could realize that looked rather indecent and provocative but since it was “Chacha-ji” I did not mind much.
My breasts were always heavy and now with the additional milk in them, they looked fuller, rounder, and heavier, and especially in a tight bra and a tight fitting kamiz. But I had little choice as I had no other decent clothes to go out for a walk. Moreover, Chacha-ji’s order was to give him a cup of hot tea at the start of the tuition, so I did not even get an opportunity to get out of my dress and change into a sari even after the initial cleanup etc., as I had to prepare tea for him. When I served the tea naturally he chatted with me for sometime about the progress of Rampal’s studies etc. and I had to stand right in front of him in that tight fitting dress. Chacha-ji never behaved in an indecent fashion nor did I found him stealing a glance of my oozing boobs through my tight salwar-kamiz. Very soon this became a regular process as he gave tuition to Rampal thrice a week and I found that I was feeling less and less shy and uneasy in front of the elderly man.
But little did I know about his ill intentions - meeting him in that outfit regularly, my fully-developed milk-filled boobs, my plump figure, my pleasant smile – all culminated for the elderly man to be tempted more and more towards me and unknown to me he remained in a state of constant arousal for the entire duration of the tuition! As a month or so had passed, Chacha-ji hatched his plan and used my neighbor Ritika’s son, Jayant, who was in the same class (but in different college) and as per his instruction Jayant started providing my son B-grade filmi magazines, which Rampal would read secretly outside of my knowledge and naturally enjoyed very much. Chacha-ji used to give Jayant and his sister Joyita tuition and later I came to know that he trapped them and blackmailed/exploited them!
Chacha-ji utilized the thirst of these young boys by providing them hot filmi magazines and pornographic books and they were naturally easy preys for him! Jayant was the first one and then was my son! Soon Jayant started increasing the dose for my son and provided him hotter magazines and simple pornographic story books. When Rampal was slowly getting addicted to these books, as per Chacha-ji’s instruction, Jayant started offering him porn books with stories having incest themes like having sex with aunt, father banging his grownup daughter, brother-sister love stories and mother-son themes. Young Rampal’s mind was diverted briskly in the dark alleys of taboo relationships. As Chacha-ji got a clear signal from Jayant that my son was enjoying those stories and demanded more, he was confident that Rampal now could be easily drawn into incest relationship and it was my turn to be trapped.
Then one day as per his plan Jayant gave him some books which had only mother-son hot and alluring incest stories with appealing photographs of elderly naked women and young men having sexual intercourse with them. Chacha-ji very craftily started blackmailing my son when during a tuition session he took them out from Rampal’s bag and scolded him for reading such books and asked him to behave properly or else he would complain to his mother. Poor Rampal was too much frightened and nervous to say anything and was extremely scared. He instantly surrendered to his tuition teacher and Chacha-ji was waiting exactly for this. Seeing Rampal under pressure and fully under his clutches, Chacha-ji kept the book under his custody saying if Rampal disobeyed him in future he would divulge the secret and show those books to his mother.
Next day as per his plan Chacha-ji came and behaved very normally with Rampal as if nothing happened the other day. I gave him tea and he started teaching without discussing anything about his studies. I was a bit surprised as generally everyday he speaks something about Rampal’s progress, his studies, his performance in class etc. I went to the other room to change my salwar-kamiz. Just then I heard a call from Chacha-ji. I had to respond.
Me: Yes Chacha-ji coming.
I decided to change my salwar-kamiz later and went to the other room.
Seeing me I found Chacha-ji’s face as if lit up! I did not find Rampal in the room.
Me: Ram kaha gaya?
Chacha-ji: I have given him a break and he went to play with Jayant.
I was surprised, naturally.
Me: O... but...
Chacha-ji: Baitho Beti... There’s a reason for that. Sit down first.
I smiled and sat down on the bed in front of Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: I have something very important to discuss with you regarding Ram.
Me: What Chacha-ji? If he not studying properly?
Chacha-ji was silent. Naturally I was anxious.
Me: Please tell me Chacha-ji... am getting anxious!
Chacha-ji: Well Ram is studying quite well... I have no problems there... but...
Me: But...???
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... you must promise first that you will not tell Ram anything... not even the slightest bit... if you give me word and trust me... then I can...
I was getting more nervous now. What had my son done?
Me: Chacha-ji... what are you saying? I trust you completely... and in fact I have given charge in one way of Ram to you only!
Chahcha-ji: Yes, right Beti... that’s why I am concerned.
Me: Chacha-ji... please... kya baat hai... mujhe jaldi bataiye naa!
Chacha-ji: Okay, I will share with you and that’s why I sent off Ram... but first you promise to me that you will not talk about this to your son.
I was getting very impatient now.
Me: Promise Chacha-ji... promise!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Today I have discovered some books from Ram’s bag...
Me: Books? What books Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Yes... am coming to that only! I got some books in his bag and they are... unfortunately dirty books...
Me: Dirty books.... matlab?
The way Chacha-ji had built up the atmosphere honestly I was thinking of some more grave sin committed by my growing son; I was somewhat relieved as I was definitely thinking of something worse than that!
Chacha-ji saying “these...” brought out two-three books from under his shirt and handed over to me.
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I saw all the books had pics of naked matured women on their covers while one book had the pick of a huge dick held by a man in his hand... unknowingly my eyes stuck to that momentarily... it was just too huge... awesome sized lund... I missed out the wicked smile on Chacha-ji’s face and that he was purposely showing that porn to me. And as soon as I saw that picture my face inadvertently turned crimson and I was simply dumbfounded.
Chacha-ji: Beti... it’s not about getting angry with Ram and scold and beat him... you must see the nature of the pron he is reading...
I still was unable to speak a single word. I felt totally blank. I continued to look at the pornographic books.
Chacha-ji: Beti... just see... all the three books depict the same theme... here... (he opened a book) ... all stories are incest type. a-l-l... just see...
The perverted elderly man just kept me involved in conversation and enjoyed thoroughly my timid and shy reactions!
I asked like a fool, “Chacha-ji... incest matlab?”
Chacha-ji: Beti... incest is sex relation among family members which is considered taboo otherwise... like father having sexual relation with grownup daughter, or may be a brother enjoying sex with his sister, or a mother having sex with his son... like that you know.
I was instantly red and dropped my eyes and was cursing myself for asking such a silly and foolish question. I was feeling extremely shy to meet eyes with Chacha-ji now and was searching for words.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye normal baat hai...
Me: N-o-r-m-al...???
Chacha-ji: Are Beti yes sab to chalta rehta hai... but the info does not flash in public... that’s why you or me are not aware...
Me: May be... (I really did not want to extend my discussion at all on such a topic with this elderly man) Par Chacha-ji... I simply cannot believe that Ram reads such dirty books! It is impossible! He is always under my supervision!
Chacha-ji: Beti, if you close your eyes and say the sun will not set... does that happen? The sun sets in its own course even if you keep your eyes shut. Same is the case here. Tum maano ya na maano.... sachhai to yehi hai ke Ram yeh ashleel books padhne laga hai.
I could realize that Chacha-ji was correct, but my motherly love for my son was trying to blind me.
Chacha-ji: And for your information... if there are 10 stories in these books, 8 stories are based on mother-son love and sex... so still if you want to close your eyes and think your son is on the right track... you can. My responsibility was to make you aware... now it’s your call.
Me: Chacha-ji... I can understand what you are telling... but Ram... our Ram...(I was almost on the verge of weeping)
Chacha-ji: Beti... be calm and composed first! Don’t get emotional unnecessarily. You have to admit that Ram has grown up... he is almost 15 years of age and you cannot stop him from his curiousness about female body and knowing about sex at this growing age. Can you?
I just nodded negatively.
Chacha-ji: In this age he will be attracted towards girls... that’s but natural...and his keenness would lead him to look inside clothes of women... you cannot stop that. Can you?
Chacha-ji’s words indeed helped me to understand the practical situation though it was extremely hard for me to believe on it. Rampal was my son.... but still I had to accept my son’s adolescence keenness.
Chacha-ji: Again I repeat Beti... he is studying very attentively... but at the same time his age is drawing him into these books... its no fault of him... you must not react to it. Are you getting me?
I gathered all my strength and meakly replied “yes”.
Chacha-ji: Like the chapters of his college books, the pictures of unclothed women and sex stories in these books also exert a pull on him. If you scold, rebuke and beat him for this... he will do it more and will try to hide more from you... and that’s where things can go wrong... isn’t it Beti?
Me: Hmm...
Chacha-ji: In trying to conceal and bury things, he can land up in a mess and darker alleys. So instead of scolding him or crying for what has happened to my son... be sensible and HELP him Beti!
Chacha-ji’s calm words and explanations was giving me courage to fight with the situation.
Me: Yes Chacha-ji... I can understand... what should I do now?
Chacha-ji: Before that... its important to know how far Rampal has progressed... is his feelings limited to the pictures and stories or he is trying means to take a step ahead?
I did not fully understand what Chacha-ji meant; so I looked at his face questionably. Chacha-ji probably read my facial expression.
Chacha-ji: Beti, what I mean is... is Ram only confined to the books or his mind is pressing him for more... Do you remember that news Beti? ...last month ka hi to baat hai... there was a raid in a house where prostitution was going on and two college girls and boys were found... remember?
My heart almost skipped a beat. My hands got cold and my eyes widened in shock.
Me: Y-e-s... y-e-s... Chahch-ji!
Chacha-ji: So as a mother if you just close your mind and say my son can’t read these dirty books... you might well end up going to the security officer custody to release your son!
This one sentence was enough and I was so frightened and nervous that I just completely surrendered to my elderly landlord. I stopped using my brain completely and got trapped – just what the perverted man had planned!
Chacha-ji: There has to be a start to that security officer raid also... and today if you ignore this...
Me: I can understand Chacha-ji... I can....Uff! I can’t even think of this! Please tell me Chacha-ji what I need to do.... I want to save my son... that’s all!
Chacha-ji probably within himself said “good”, but in front of me said something else.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... first you need to answer some of my questions... the replies that you give will lead us to Rampal’s status... is he in the simple curiosity level or he has inroads into the unthinkable area and looking for female bodies.
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa nehi hoga... Hey bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: Beti, I told you to be calm... I also think he is in the superficial level of just reading these books, but we have to be sure, isn’t it?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: I apologize at the very beginning Beti... because the questions that I will ask will make you uncomfortable... I know... but for your son’s sake you have to tell me nothing but the truth!
I nodded with a very anxious and worrisome face and mind. .
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