Update 02
Chacha-ji: Beti... though I spend a significant time with Ram... but still not all the time as you know I have remain upstairs for my son... what I want to know is... does he get physical with you?
I was listening very attentively to Chacha-ji, but the last 4-5 words were a shocker to me and I reacted very spontaneously almost with a yell.
Me: W-h-a-t???
Chach-ji laughed out loud.
Chacha-ji: Aree...com’ on Beti! Getting physical does not only mean a man riding a woman! Ha ha ha...
Chacha-ji’s loud open laugh helped reduce the tension in me and I also blushed and giggled as he was still laughing loud.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... what I meant was... does Ram frequently try to touch you? ...you know... to get close to your body... I mean... did you ever feel that way?
Honestly I never ever felt like that about my son. I never thought like that at all!
Me: No... never Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Beti... I probably have not thought that way I guesss...
Me: Exactly! How can I think of such dishonesty and murky things about my Ram!
Chacha-ji: Right Beti... you don’t have to think that way... you just tell me how often does he get close to you... what are the times... as you can see he is no longer a child... I think I will be able to gather the required information from your narration.
Me: Umm... Uss hisab se... I mean Chachai-ji...... haan... wo to hamesha hi mujhse chipakta rehta hai... jaise if I am late in serving food... he hugs me and requests for it... ya fir... I mean... before leaving for college he gives me a hug and kisses me... matlab ye sab to bilkul hi normal bat hai Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Beti... samjha karo... ye sab ab utni bhi ‘normal’ baat nehi rahi... (he paused just a little) ...as you can see also... the books that Ram reads... here the love which you are saying ‘normal’ is no longer normal... isn’t it?
Saying that Chacha-ji opened some specific pages where some vulgar pictures were there and automatically my ears started to turn red and hot. I breathed heavy seeing intimate male and female pictures right in front on my eyes. I could feel my nipples abruptly rising inside my bra under my kamiz and I naturally started feeling very uncomfortable especially in Chach-ji’s presence because my heavy pair of mammaries were going up and down inside my tight dress and involuntarily my legs also parted just a shade advertising my blood rush. I quickly tried to cover my rotund plump thighs with the hem of my kamiz. I sighed deeply and looked down (obvioulsy not inside the open book) and tried my best to conceal my elated condition in front of my elderly landlord.
Since I was not looking at Chacha-ji's eyes, I was not aware that he was thoroughly enjoying my 'condition' and was ogling at my heavy conical 34-sized boobs moving up and down with my each breath. Since I was wearing an old bra and my tits recently had become heavier due to milk production in them, my bra started to strain on the contours of my fleshy mammaries and I had to adjust a little to feel comfortable. I just shrugged and jiggled my heavy milk jugs to ease out and that sight must have been a delight to the perverted man!
Not knowing what to reply I replied in the most foolish manner!
Me: Ji... par Ram to mujhe gaal pe kiss karta hai... how can you say that...
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Ram ab bada ho raha hai... dheere dheere woh tumhe alag nazaro se dekhne lagega... Who knows after reading these books.. woh tumhe maa kam aur aurat zyada dekhta ho! Ye mat bhoolo Beti ke tum hassen aur jawan ho!
I was simply dumbfounded and so shocked at Chacha-ji’s bold words that I just sat with my eyes wide open and lips parted in disbelief. As soon as my eyes met Chacha-ji’s I lowered my eyes in womanly shame.
Chacha-ji probably thoroughly enjoyed my uneasiness and began questioning quite openly more intimate and personal things. He probably purposefully kept the dirty porn book open with the picture of the son grabbing his mom’s breasts and sucking them, which naturally kept my breathing heavy. My perverted landlord was getting more and more shameless and making my life extremely difficult in front of him.
Chacha-ji: Beti... is mei sharmane ki kya baat hai? You do not look like a mother of two kids, rather looks young and pretty – you cannot blame your son for that... can you?
I was naturally not able to meet Chacha-ji’s eyes and obviously was shy as well as a bit flattered by Chacha-ji’s comment. I did not know how to react! Should I feel happy and proud that I did not look like a mother of two kids?
Me: Err... no Chacha-ji... umm... I mean...
Chacha-ji: I know what you mean Beti... Ram tumhe gaal par kiss karta hai aur you think thats purely innocent... hai na?
Me: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: But you never know Beti... till some moments ago you did not know that Ram reads these books... similarly if he is kissing your cheeks with a dirty mind or from innocent love... you can’t be sure naa!
I had to nod affirmatively because what he was saying made sense. And this time getting the nod his query became more direct and indicative!
Chacha-ji: Then lets dig in more to know the truth Beti... Umm... achha ye batao ke woh tumhe aage se chipakta hai ya peechhe se?
Me: Kya matlab?
Chacha-ji: You told me naa ke when if you get late in serving food, Ram hugs you and requests for it...
Me: Oho... ha ha... err... par I mean... (I was thoroughly embarrassed) Chacha-ji... is ka koi rule... err... I mean... waise jyadater toh wo peeche se hi chipakta hai per kabhi kabhi samne se bhi...
Chacha-ji: Achha jab Ram samne se tumhe chipakta hai... tab kabhi tumhare mamme err.... I mean breasts... ko wo chhoone ki koshish karta hai?
I naturally felt extremely bashful to such a question and remained quiet.
Chacha-ji: Beti... sharmao mat... I am only trying to find an appropriate solution to the problem we have at hand... so if you do not cooperate... your son will slowly drown in deep dirty waters Beti... so help me... please!
I tried my best to control my emotion and nervousness and casted off my shyness and looked up at him.
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... I can understand.
Chacha-ji: Good... now tell me when Ram hugs you from the front... does he attempt to touch your breasts?
Naturally I had to gather all my mental strength to reply to such personal questions.
Me: Nehi Chacha-ji... aisi koi deliberate koshish to mujhe nahi lagta hai ki wo karta hai... (I nodded my head negatively) ...par kabhi anjaane mein usne mere mam... err... I mean... mere breasts choo bhi liya hoga to maine... (I inverted my lips) err... maine notice nahi kiya.
Chacha-ji thought for a while, looked down at the open book where the picture of a plump woman’s naked breasts advertised vividly, and then nodded his head.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... now that you know that Ram is pretty much adult... I mean in his mind... you have to be mindful... So, next time jab who front side se tumhare badan se chipke to dhyan dena wo jarur tumhare mamme ko chhoone ki koshish karta hoga.
I was not that shameless to maintain eye contact with Chacha-hi while conversing these things. I looked down.
Me: Thik hai... main dhyan rakhoongi.
I was myself surprised that how easily I was chatting with my elderly landlord about such “personal and intimate” topics”. The porn book was still open on Chacha-ji’s lap and I wondered if he already had a hard-on inside his pajama talking like that to me! Chacha-ji must have noticed that I was not at all mindful of his foul and direct language and my shyness was drying off the more I conversed on that topic! And this must have pleased and encouraged the perverted man to go further.
Chacha-ji: Aur ek baat Beti... since we are discussing this in detail... I just want to make you aware of Ram’s another intent which is natural for his growing age.
Me: Wo kya Chacha-ji? .
Chacha-ji: Beti tumhe ye bhi notice karna hai ke jab Ram peechhe se tumse chipaka hai, to kya woh apni rod tumhare pichhwade se lagata hai ki nahi....you know...
I was simply shocked and speechless listening to that especially the very normal and calm way Chacha-ji shared that to me! My lips parted portraying my exclaimed state and immediately my eyes dropped and my ears turned red hot, again. I was feeling extremely embarrassed to such direct foul language and started breathing heavily. Whilst I tried to recover from what he said, I missed out Chacha-ji’ face... which depicted an unashamed animal hidden inside him and the amount of perverted pleasure he was extracting using such vulgar and direct words to me describing my anatomy!
Chacha-ji closed the book and to my utter disbelief I noticed a tent-like structure inside his pajama illustrating his erect penis! As I searched for a reply I noted that he very openly scratched and caressed his hardened cock inside his pajama! Seeing no protest and objection from my end regarding his obscene language, Chacha-ji went a degree higher!
Chacha-ji (opening the porn book again): Dekho Beti... ye photo dekho! Is mei ek ladka apni jawan mom ko chod raha hai...
He brought forward that picture right in front of my eyes and even though I did not want to look at it, but inadvertently my eyes followed the picture and I kept staring at that obscene pic. In fact I was not able to nullify my elated state nor could I forget Chacha-ji’s stimulated condition which he could not hide and got portrayed through his erect cock inside his dress.
The fact remained that I was out of any physical contact with my husband for the last two months, in fact the time when the problem started in his factory we were not having conjugal life. Later when he started drinking also, there was no question of getting close to him, but unknowingly my body had the thirst in a hidden state which I could easily realize today when Chacha-ji entwined me in this lewd chat session.
Chacha-ji again adjusted his upright cock inside his pajama with his left hand... that too directly in front of me as he himself was must be quite aroused with this conversation. I had to try to get out of this because I was quite nervous now where this conversation would lead me to!
Me: Err... Chacha-ji... ab humein kya karna chahiye?
Chacha-ji: Kuch nahi! We must not do anything that raises suspicion in Ram and he starts doing things differently... you know... that’s the last thing you would want as a mother... isn’t it?
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: I think you be normal... just as a normal routine... you just check his bag... take out the tiffin box, etc. so that Ram feels that you are attentive towards your son and he then will not keep these dirty books in his college bag.
Me: Par Chacha-ji... agar bag mein nahin rakhhi to aur kahi rakhega... ye solution to nahi hua naa?
Chacha-ji: Beti... kya tum us-he jawan hone se rok sakti ho?
I smiled and nodded my head negatively.
Chacha-ji: So, you just do as I say... its not right to keep these books in college bag... any day he might get caught with someone else other than me or you... so you should check his bag regularly.
Me: Okay Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: You know Beti... mujhe to lagta hai...reading these books and seeing these pictures.... usne muth maarna bhi shuru kar diya hoga.
Me: Muth marna? Matlab?
Chacha-ji: I mean masturbation... which is just natural you know for a 14-15 year old lad!
Me: Oh!
I was really shocked in my mind seeing my behavior! The way I was getting shameless in discussing obscene things with Chacha-ji so normally as if we were discussing today’s weather! I was myself amazed at my boldness and brazenness.
Me: But will his heath not get affected with this?
Chacha-ji: Nehi Beti... ye sab normal hai uske umar ke liye... bus tum us-he jyada akeyla mat chodna.... keep him engaged with you... that will keep him happy and diverted.
I thought this was the best point to put an end to the conversation and I got up.
Me: Theek hai Chacha-ji... thank you very much.
Chacha-ji: Are thanks ki kya baat hai... ye to mera farz tha! .
Though I got up, the perverted man did not seem to be in any mood to stop this topic at that moment!
Chacha-ji: Beti... ek baat tumhe yaad rakhna padhega if you want to save your son...
Me: Wo kya?
Chacha-ji: Since Ram has no sister... ghar mein kewal tum hi ek aurat ho... aur tum beshak hassen aur jawan bhi ho... iss liye Ram sirf tumhare baare mein hi sochta hai... aur ye negative nehi hai... pooch kiyu?
Me: Kyon?
I could not deny the fact that I was also unable to take out myself off this chat as my son was involved!
Chacha-ji: Kiyu ki agar wo dusri kisi ladki ke bare mei sochta... he would have gone for her and would try to get closer to her naa... Dekho Beti... apna Ram Jayant ke ghar mei kafi time bitata hai...
Me: Thik...
Chacha-ji: To uske samne Jayant ke mummy ke figure bhi hai... don’t take it otherwise Beti... I am just trying to explain to you what the young boy’s options are...
Me: Ji... ji... main samajh rahi hoon.
Chacha-ji: Aur as you know also... Jayant ke mummy ghar mei kya pehenti hai...
As I had gone to Jayant’s house quite a few times searching for Ram and had noticed his mother wearing sleeveless nighties in daytime; probably Chacha-ji also had seen that.
Chacha-ji: At his age... Ram could have been easily attracted by that... right Beti?
I nodded.
Chacha-ji: Moreover, Jayant’s sister, Joyita... she has quite a developed body for her age...
Chacha-ji purposefully paused.
Me: True.
Chacha-ji: Ram could have gotten attracted to her also... Joyita to hamesha chote skirt pehen ke ghoomti rehti hai... you have also seen... quite natural ki ghar mei wo aur bhi chote kapde pehete ho... and Ram’s age is just right to get engrossed to that...
Chacha-ji again paused just to give me the time to drive my mind into his dirty direction.
Chacha-ji: Tell me Beti... am I saying anything out of the world or absurd... can it not happen?
Me: Bilkul Chacha-ji! Aap sahi bol rahe ho!
Chacha-ji: Aur is-se cheez aur bhi bura hota and things would not have been in your hand! Shukar karo Beti ke Ram has an affinity for incest mom-son stories... so things are still in your hands, otherwise he could have been in the clutches of another woman!
Me: True...true... Uff! Am glad that has not happened...
Chacha-ji: Iss liye Beti... you must not leave Ram alone for long periods at home.... in fact if you remain angry for his act or stay aloof since he wants to touch you inappropriately... Ram might land up going to another woman!
Me (almost instantenoulsy): No, no... I will not allow that to happen Chacha-ji! No way...
Chacha-ji smiled and looked at my eyes – he was successful in riveting his idea in my mind!
Me: Par Chacha-ji.... ek baat... agar mai maan bhi leta hoon ke Ram mujhe touch karne ki kosish karta hai... kya aapko nehi lagta ke Ram ye galat kar raha hai?
Chacha-ji: Sawal galat ya sahi ki nahi hai Beti... Iss umar mein padhai ke sath sath opposite sex ke liye aisa attraction hona bahut hi aam baat hai... Aur ye mat bhulo Ram ke samne aurat ke roop mei tum ho...
Chacha-ji smiled and for the first time he looked directly at my fully developed breasts and I blushed heavily.
Chacha-ji: Even after Harpal’s birth... tumhari figure akarshak hai... ye gora badan... bade bade mamme... bhari gaand, mote jung... isse dekhker to
rishi-muni ke bhi khade ho jaayenge... Ram to sirf ek naya-naya jawan hota hua ladka hai!
Chacha-ji seemed to be crossing all limits and I continued to blush and breathe heavily! Due to my heavy breathing and erect standing nipples, I was feeling very uncomfortable now with my heavy tits straining against my tight bra cups inside my dress.
Chacha-ji: Beti sharmao mat! You should be proud of your figure... because your vital statistics helped your son to remain addicted to you and not to outside women. Sahi ya galat?
I giggled and remained silent. I was shying like a new bride but in my inside I was feeling contended and flattered by my landlord’s praising words!
Me (almost in a whispering tone): Chacha-ji... ab iss baat ko yahi khatam karte hai...
Chacha-ji on the other hand was in no mood to let this super opportunity slip from his hands so easily; hence he kept on continuing the topic!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... iss baat ko hum yun hi nahi khatam kar sakte... iss-se pehle ke tumhara Ram poori tarah tumhari se haath nikal jaaye, us-se pehle hume usko sudharna hoga. And for that I need your full cooperation.
I was feeling extremely uneasy now as I was feeling my heaving milk-filled mammaries straining on my bra cups due to my exhilarated state and I was feeling slight pain with my hard swollen nipples pushing on my cups. I realized that I must strip my bra to feel easy and comfortable.
As I did not respond to Chacha-ji, he probably got impatient and annoyed.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... aj ye jo tumhare saath maine khullam-khulla baat-chit ki wo sirf Ram ke liye! Agar tumhe ye nahi pasand hai to mai iss baat ko yahin khatam karta hun... par baad me tumhe pachhtana padega jab tumhara beta kisi randibazar mein security officer raid mei pakda jayega tab tum sochna ki pehle kyun nahi sudhara usko!
I could not remain silent any more as Chacha-ji was misunderstanding me.
Me: Arre Chacha-ji aap to naraz ho gaye! I am err... I mean... Chacha-ji...I am feeling a little embarrassed... aap ke samne khullam khulla ye baat-chit... I hope you can understand..... but please try to reform my son...i will fully cooperate with you...
Chacha-ji (smiling): That’s like a sensible mother!
He smiled and nodded and I was much relieved. But immediately he made me embarrassed as his left hand openly started his dick inside his pajama again! It was so odd for me to stare at a grownup man fine tuning his dick position inside his pajama, but honestly I was unable to look elsewhere as I could figure out Chacha-ji’s rod standing erect making his pajama stretch like a tent! I clenched my lips and tried to remain normal. My breathing automatically went heavy and my big round boobs were moving up and down a shade faster now. Undoubtedly and unquestionably the elderly man was stimulated by this intimate and direct chatting with me.
Chacha-ji: Beti... if we work together things will be under control, but if you get angry and irritated by your son’s behavior, you will ultimately lose your son to another woman... or who knows?? (he shrugged) ... you may ultimately lose your son to even a prostitute!
I almost exclaimed, naturally, but Chacha-ji was cool as cucumber!
Chacha-ji: Beti... since I do not want to hide anything from you... I just elaborated... that’s the worst scenario that can happen to your son... the curiosity of this age is such... and if we try to curb that in any way.
Me: No, no... please Chacha-ji... mujhe daraiye mat! Ram ka bhala jis mei ho... ap wohi raasta dikhaye...
The perverted man by that time was very successfully able to inject the fear in me about my son going to another woman and to protect him I could travel any limit!
Me: Ram ko rokna hi hoga...mai apke har baat manungi!
Chacha-ji: Ab ek samajhdar maa bol rahi hai! Tum fikar mat karo Beti...
He paused a little and probably wanted to see my releived face.
Chacha-ji: Mai Ram ko kisi bhi halat mei bigadne nehi doonga... I promise Beti...par uska utsookta ko hume nivaran karna hoga... aur iss mei tumhe ek pramukh bhumika lena hoga... are you getting me?
Me: Ji... ji Chacha-ji. Main poori kosish karungi.
Chacha-ji: That’s the determination Beti... I am sure you will act like a perfect mother and will help your son to overcome this adolescence crisis.
Chacha-ji boosted me with confidence simultaneously creating his pathway to exploit me to the hilt and I foolishly (and unknowingly too) was surrendering to him.
Chacha-ji: ...but Beti... I need to know some more info from you which would enable me to identify the exact state of Ram’s mind towards feminine affinity.
The way Chacha-ji was guiding this chat made me fully convinced that ‘he’ and only ‘he’ could save my son from going into the dark alleys.
Chacha-ji: Beti... pehle mujhe ye janna hai ke... tum Ram ke samne kya pehenti ho?
I was naturally a bit surprised at this silly question because Chacha-ji knows very well that I always wear sari at home.
Me: Sari... aur kya? Aap to roz mujhe dekhte hain...
Chacha-ji: Beti... you must change the mindset now that you know Ram has grown up!
Me: Mai samjha nehi!
Chacha-ji: Mai ya tumhare pati ya koi dusra mard ke samne tum kya pehen rahi ho ab wo mehentwopurn nehi raha... Ram ke samne tum kaise pesh aati ho ye sab-se mehetwopurn hai!
Me: Achha... achha...
I nodded like an obedient student.
Chacha-ji: Din mei to tum sari pehenti ho... ye to main bhi janta hoon... par raat mei kis dress mein tum rehti ho? Ram to uss time mei bhi tumhe dekhta hai naa...
Chacha-ji had plotted things in such a way that I had to be extremely shameless to describe my every personal detail to him! I was silent for a moment trying to gather strength to reply to such a question.
Chacha-ji again attempted boldly to drag me into sharing my private things.
Chacha-ji: Batao Beti... sote waqt to tum sari nehi pehenti hogi... kya pehenti ho?
I had to reply and I replied timidly in a low whispering tone.
Me: Nehi... err... I mean Chacha-ji... raat ko mai nighty peheti hoon.
As I replied Chacha-ji seemed to be bolder and was crossing all limits!
Chacha-ji: What sort? Sleeveless or with sleeves, transparent ya... you must tell me completely and then only I can see you through your son’s eyes!
Me: Haa thodi...
Chacha-ji: Kya thodi?
Me: Err... I mean... err... nighty thodi transparent to hai (I blushed and was naturally embarrassed) ... actually I never thought about it like this Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Wo mai samajh sakta hoon Beti... aur raat ke time mei to har shadishuda aurat aise hi kapde pehenti hai.... iss me sharmane wali koi baat to nehi hai!
I expectedly felt better getting Chacha-ji’s approval to such dresses.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti yaha pe aur ek baat mehetwopurn hai... kyo ki tumhare ghar mei ek jawan bêta hai...
He looked at me but I was not able to meet his eyes. My breathing was heavier and my coconut like tits were straining against my tight kamiz.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... mai tumse umar mei bahut bada hoon.... tumhare pita saman...
He deliberately paused and I replied... “Ji”.
Chacha-ji: Mere samne jawab dete huye sharmao mat Beti... aur ye yaad rakho ke hum dono ye baat-chit jo kar rahe hai... wo sirf Ram ke liye!
These comfort words indeed made me free enough to reply to such indecent questions. I definitely felt better and was convinced that Chacha-ji had no foul ideas in his mind and was only investigating for my son’s benefit.
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... thik hai...
Chacha-ji: Ha... jo mai keh raha tha... kyo ki tumhare ghar mei ek jawan bêta hai aur wo ye sab asleel sahitwa padhne bhi laga hai... to ye jan-na zaruri ho jata hai ke... raat ko tum kya sirf nighty-hi peheti ho ya nighty ke neeche bhi kuch pehenti ho?
Me: Nighty ke niche?
I almost replied involuntarily and immediately realized that Chacha-ji was talking about my inner.
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... I mean... koi undergarment... bra ya panty nehi pehenti ho kya?
I was simply bowled over and my face was naturally all red to answer this query of my 50+ landlord! But his prior comforting words helped me to get more shameless and reply boldly to even to his query!
Me: Ha... err... I mean... pehenti thi Chacha-ji... par abhi to Harpal ko ghadi ghadi doodh pilana padta hai... iss liye mai... err... umm... bra nehi pehenti hoon Chacha-ji...
My perverted landlord as if instantly understood my problem and supported my shamelessness of not wearing a bra under my nighty at night!
Chacha-ji: Arre ye to tum uchit kam hi karti ho... kitni baar bra khologi aur doodh pilaogi bachhe ko!
Me: Ji... iss liye hi...
Chacha-ji: Aur niche? Mera matlab panty-wanty kuch?
Me: Ha ha... panty rehta hai...
I instantly replied to my landlord as if I was answering to some GK question!
Chacha-ji: Achha... to iska matlab ye hua ke lagbhag roz raat ko tum nighty pehen ke rehti ho... jo thodi transparent hai... aur nightly ke niche sirf panty pehenti ho... aur iss avastha me tum ghar ke kaam bhi karti hogi... right?
I was listening very attentively to Chacha-ji, but the last 4-5 words were a shocker to me and I reacted very spontaneously almost with a yell.
Me: W-h-a-t???
Chach-ji laughed out loud.
Chacha-ji: Aree...com’ on Beti! Getting physical does not only mean a man riding a woman! Ha ha ha...
Chacha-ji’s loud open laugh helped reduce the tension in me and I also blushed and giggled as he was still laughing loud.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... what I meant was... does Ram frequently try to touch you? ...you know... to get close to your body... I mean... did you ever feel that way?
Honestly I never ever felt like that about my son. I never thought like that at all!
Me: No... never Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Beti... I probably have not thought that way I guesss...
Me: Exactly! How can I think of such dishonesty and murky things about my Ram!
Chacha-ji: Right Beti... you don’t have to think that way... you just tell me how often does he get close to you... what are the times... as you can see he is no longer a child... I think I will be able to gather the required information from your narration.
Me: Umm... Uss hisab se... I mean Chachai-ji...... haan... wo to hamesha hi mujhse chipakta rehta hai... jaise if I am late in serving food... he hugs me and requests for it... ya fir... I mean... before leaving for college he gives me a hug and kisses me... matlab ye sab to bilkul hi normal bat hai Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Beti... samjha karo... ye sab ab utni bhi ‘normal’ baat nehi rahi... (he paused just a little) ...as you can see also... the books that Ram reads... here the love which you are saying ‘normal’ is no longer normal... isn’t it?
Saying that Chacha-ji opened some specific pages where some vulgar pictures were there and automatically my ears started to turn red and hot. I breathed heavy seeing intimate male and female pictures right in front on my eyes. I could feel my nipples abruptly rising inside my bra under my kamiz and I naturally started feeling very uncomfortable especially in Chach-ji’s presence because my heavy pair of mammaries were going up and down inside my tight dress and involuntarily my legs also parted just a shade advertising my blood rush. I quickly tried to cover my rotund plump thighs with the hem of my kamiz. I sighed deeply and looked down (obvioulsy not inside the open book) and tried my best to conceal my elated condition in front of my elderly landlord.
Since I was not looking at Chacha-ji's eyes, I was not aware that he was thoroughly enjoying my 'condition' and was ogling at my heavy conical 34-sized boobs moving up and down with my each breath. Since I was wearing an old bra and my tits recently had become heavier due to milk production in them, my bra started to strain on the contours of my fleshy mammaries and I had to adjust a little to feel comfortable. I just shrugged and jiggled my heavy milk jugs to ease out and that sight must have been a delight to the perverted man!
Not knowing what to reply I replied in the most foolish manner!
Me: Ji... par Ram to mujhe gaal pe kiss karta hai... how can you say that...
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Ram ab bada ho raha hai... dheere dheere woh tumhe alag nazaro se dekhne lagega... Who knows after reading these books.. woh tumhe maa kam aur aurat zyada dekhta ho! Ye mat bhoolo Beti ke tum hassen aur jawan ho!
I was simply dumbfounded and so shocked at Chacha-ji’s bold words that I just sat with my eyes wide open and lips parted in disbelief. As soon as my eyes met Chacha-ji’s I lowered my eyes in womanly shame.
Chacha-ji probably thoroughly enjoyed my uneasiness and began questioning quite openly more intimate and personal things. He probably purposefully kept the dirty porn book open with the picture of the son grabbing his mom’s breasts and sucking them, which naturally kept my breathing heavy. My perverted landlord was getting more and more shameless and making my life extremely difficult in front of him.
Chacha-ji: Beti... is mei sharmane ki kya baat hai? You do not look like a mother of two kids, rather looks young and pretty – you cannot blame your son for that... can you?
I was naturally not able to meet Chacha-ji’s eyes and obviously was shy as well as a bit flattered by Chacha-ji’s comment. I did not know how to react! Should I feel happy and proud that I did not look like a mother of two kids?
Me: Err... no Chacha-ji... umm... I mean...
Chacha-ji: I know what you mean Beti... Ram tumhe gaal par kiss karta hai aur you think thats purely innocent... hai na?
Me: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: But you never know Beti... till some moments ago you did not know that Ram reads these books... similarly if he is kissing your cheeks with a dirty mind or from innocent love... you can’t be sure naa!
I had to nod affirmatively because what he was saying made sense. And this time getting the nod his query became more direct and indicative!
Chacha-ji: Then lets dig in more to know the truth Beti... Umm... achha ye batao ke woh tumhe aage se chipakta hai ya peechhe se?
Me: Kya matlab?
Chacha-ji: You told me naa ke when if you get late in serving food, Ram hugs you and requests for it...
Me: Oho... ha ha... err... par I mean... (I was thoroughly embarrassed) Chacha-ji... is ka koi rule... err... I mean... waise jyadater toh wo peeche se hi chipakta hai per kabhi kabhi samne se bhi...
Chacha-ji: Achha jab Ram samne se tumhe chipakta hai... tab kabhi tumhare mamme err.... I mean breasts... ko wo chhoone ki koshish karta hai?
I naturally felt extremely bashful to such a question and remained quiet.
Chacha-ji: Beti... sharmao mat... I am only trying to find an appropriate solution to the problem we have at hand... so if you do not cooperate... your son will slowly drown in deep dirty waters Beti... so help me... please!
I tried my best to control my emotion and nervousness and casted off my shyness and looked up at him.
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... I can understand.
Chacha-ji: Good... now tell me when Ram hugs you from the front... does he attempt to touch your breasts?
Naturally I had to gather all my mental strength to reply to such personal questions.
Me: Nehi Chacha-ji... aisi koi deliberate koshish to mujhe nahi lagta hai ki wo karta hai... (I nodded my head negatively) ...par kabhi anjaane mein usne mere mam... err... I mean... mere breasts choo bhi liya hoga to maine... (I inverted my lips) err... maine notice nahi kiya.
Chacha-ji thought for a while, looked down at the open book where the picture of a plump woman’s naked breasts advertised vividly, and then nodded his head.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... now that you know that Ram is pretty much adult... I mean in his mind... you have to be mindful... So, next time jab who front side se tumhare badan se chipke to dhyan dena wo jarur tumhare mamme ko chhoone ki koshish karta hoga.
I was not that shameless to maintain eye contact with Chacha-hi while conversing these things. I looked down.
Me: Thik hai... main dhyan rakhoongi.
I was myself surprised that how easily I was chatting with my elderly landlord about such “personal and intimate” topics”. The porn book was still open on Chacha-ji’s lap and I wondered if he already had a hard-on inside his pajama talking like that to me! Chacha-ji must have noticed that I was not at all mindful of his foul and direct language and my shyness was drying off the more I conversed on that topic! And this must have pleased and encouraged the perverted man to go further.
Chacha-ji: Aur ek baat Beti... since we are discussing this in detail... I just want to make you aware of Ram’s another intent which is natural for his growing age.
Me: Wo kya Chacha-ji? .
Chacha-ji: Beti tumhe ye bhi notice karna hai ke jab Ram peechhe se tumse chipaka hai, to kya woh apni rod tumhare pichhwade se lagata hai ki nahi....you know...
I was simply shocked and speechless listening to that especially the very normal and calm way Chacha-ji shared that to me! My lips parted portraying my exclaimed state and immediately my eyes dropped and my ears turned red hot, again. I was feeling extremely embarrassed to such direct foul language and started breathing heavily. Whilst I tried to recover from what he said, I missed out Chacha-ji’ face... which depicted an unashamed animal hidden inside him and the amount of perverted pleasure he was extracting using such vulgar and direct words to me describing my anatomy!
Chacha-ji closed the book and to my utter disbelief I noticed a tent-like structure inside his pajama illustrating his erect penis! As I searched for a reply I noted that he very openly scratched and caressed his hardened cock inside his pajama! Seeing no protest and objection from my end regarding his obscene language, Chacha-ji went a degree higher!
Chacha-ji (opening the porn book again): Dekho Beti... ye photo dekho! Is mei ek ladka apni jawan mom ko chod raha hai...
He brought forward that picture right in front of my eyes and even though I did not want to look at it, but inadvertently my eyes followed the picture and I kept staring at that obscene pic. In fact I was not able to nullify my elated state nor could I forget Chacha-ji’s stimulated condition which he could not hide and got portrayed through his erect cock inside his dress.
The fact remained that I was out of any physical contact with my husband for the last two months, in fact the time when the problem started in his factory we were not having conjugal life. Later when he started drinking also, there was no question of getting close to him, but unknowingly my body had the thirst in a hidden state which I could easily realize today when Chacha-ji entwined me in this lewd chat session.
Chacha-ji again adjusted his upright cock inside his pajama with his left hand... that too directly in front of me as he himself was must be quite aroused with this conversation. I had to try to get out of this because I was quite nervous now where this conversation would lead me to!
Me: Err... Chacha-ji... ab humein kya karna chahiye?
Chacha-ji: Kuch nahi! We must not do anything that raises suspicion in Ram and he starts doing things differently... you know... that’s the last thing you would want as a mother... isn’t it?
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: I think you be normal... just as a normal routine... you just check his bag... take out the tiffin box, etc. so that Ram feels that you are attentive towards your son and he then will not keep these dirty books in his college bag.
Me: Par Chacha-ji... agar bag mein nahin rakhhi to aur kahi rakhega... ye solution to nahi hua naa?
Chacha-ji: Beti... kya tum us-he jawan hone se rok sakti ho?
I smiled and nodded my head negatively.
Chacha-ji: So, you just do as I say... its not right to keep these books in college bag... any day he might get caught with someone else other than me or you... so you should check his bag regularly.
Me: Okay Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: You know Beti... mujhe to lagta hai...reading these books and seeing these pictures.... usne muth maarna bhi shuru kar diya hoga.
Me: Muth marna? Matlab?
Chacha-ji: I mean masturbation... which is just natural you know for a 14-15 year old lad!
Me: Oh!
I was really shocked in my mind seeing my behavior! The way I was getting shameless in discussing obscene things with Chacha-ji so normally as if we were discussing today’s weather! I was myself amazed at my boldness and brazenness.
Me: But will his heath not get affected with this?
Chacha-ji: Nehi Beti... ye sab normal hai uske umar ke liye... bus tum us-he jyada akeyla mat chodna.... keep him engaged with you... that will keep him happy and diverted.
I thought this was the best point to put an end to the conversation and I got up.
Me: Theek hai Chacha-ji... thank you very much.
Chacha-ji: Are thanks ki kya baat hai... ye to mera farz tha! .
Though I got up, the perverted man did not seem to be in any mood to stop this topic at that moment!
Chacha-ji: Beti... ek baat tumhe yaad rakhna padhega if you want to save your son...
Me: Wo kya?
Chacha-ji: Since Ram has no sister... ghar mein kewal tum hi ek aurat ho... aur tum beshak hassen aur jawan bhi ho... iss liye Ram sirf tumhare baare mein hi sochta hai... aur ye negative nehi hai... pooch kiyu?
Me: Kyon?
I could not deny the fact that I was also unable to take out myself off this chat as my son was involved!
Chacha-ji: Kiyu ki agar wo dusri kisi ladki ke bare mei sochta... he would have gone for her and would try to get closer to her naa... Dekho Beti... apna Ram Jayant ke ghar mei kafi time bitata hai...
Me: Thik...
Chacha-ji: To uske samne Jayant ke mummy ke figure bhi hai... don’t take it otherwise Beti... I am just trying to explain to you what the young boy’s options are...
Me: Ji... ji... main samajh rahi hoon.
Chacha-ji: Aur as you know also... Jayant ke mummy ghar mei kya pehenti hai...
As I had gone to Jayant’s house quite a few times searching for Ram and had noticed his mother wearing sleeveless nighties in daytime; probably Chacha-ji also had seen that.
Chacha-ji: At his age... Ram could have been easily attracted by that... right Beti?
I nodded.
Chacha-ji: Moreover, Jayant’s sister, Joyita... she has quite a developed body for her age...
Chacha-ji purposefully paused.
Me: True.
Chacha-ji: Ram could have gotten attracted to her also... Joyita to hamesha chote skirt pehen ke ghoomti rehti hai... you have also seen... quite natural ki ghar mei wo aur bhi chote kapde pehete ho... and Ram’s age is just right to get engrossed to that...
Chacha-ji again paused just to give me the time to drive my mind into his dirty direction.
Chacha-ji: Tell me Beti... am I saying anything out of the world or absurd... can it not happen?
Me: Bilkul Chacha-ji! Aap sahi bol rahe ho!
Chacha-ji: Aur is-se cheez aur bhi bura hota and things would not have been in your hand! Shukar karo Beti ke Ram has an affinity for incest mom-son stories... so things are still in your hands, otherwise he could have been in the clutches of another woman!
Me: True...true... Uff! Am glad that has not happened...
Chacha-ji: Iss liye Beti... you must not leave Ram alone for long periods at home.... in fact if you remain angry for his act or stay aloof since he wants to touch you inappropriately... Ram might land up going to another woman!
Me (almost instantenoulsy): No, no... I will not allow that to happen Chacha-ji! No way...
Chacha-ji smiled and looked at my eyes – he was successful in riveting his idea in my mind!
Me: Par Chacha-ji.... ek baat... agar mai maan bhi leta hoon ke Ram mujhe touch karne ki kosish karta hai... kya aapko nehi lagta ke Ram ye galat kar raha hai?
Chacha-ji: Sawal galat ya sahi ki nahi hai Beti... Iss umar mein padhai ke sath sath opposite sex ke liye aisa attraction hona bahut hi aam baat hai... Aur ye mat bhulo Ram ke samne aurat ke roop mei tum ho...
Chacha-ji smiled and for the first time he looked directly at my fully developed breasts and I blushed heavily.
Chacha-ji: Even after Harpal’s birth... tumhari figure akarshak hai... ye gora badan... bade bade mamme... bhari gaand, mote jung... isse dekhker to
rishi-muni ke bhi khade ho jaayenge... Ram to sirf ek naya-naya jawan hota hua ladka hai!
Chacha-ji seemed to be crossing all limits and I continued to blush and breathe heavily! Due to my heavy breathing and erect standing nipples, I was feeling very uncomfortable now with my heavy tits straining against my tight bra cups inside my dress.
Chacha-ji: Beti sharmao mat! You should be proud of your figure... because your vital statistics helped your son to remain addicted to you and not to outside women. Sahi ya galat?
I giggled and remained silent. I was shying like a new bride but in my inside I was feeling contended and flattered by my landlord’s praising words!
Me (almost in a whispering tone): Chacha-ji... ab iss baat ko yahi khatam karte hai...
Chacha-ji on the other hand was in no mood to let this super opportunity slip from his hands so easily; hence he kept on continuing the topic!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... iss baat ko hum yun hi nahi khatam kar sakte... iss-se pehle ke tumhara Ram poori tarah tumhari se haath nikal jaaye, us-se pehle hume usko sudharna hoga. And for that I need your full cooperation.
I was feeling extremely uneasy now as I was feeling my heaving milk-filled mammaries straining on my bra cups due to my exhilarated state and I was feeling slight pain with my hard swollen nipples pushing on my cups. I realized that I must strip my bra to feel easy and comfortable.
As I did not respond to Chacha-ji, he probably got impatient and annoyed.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... aj ye jo tumhare saath maine khullam-khulla baat-chit ki wo sirf Ram ke liye! Agar tumhe ye nahi pasand hai to mai iss baat ko yahin khatam karta hun... par baad me tumhe pachhtana padega jab tumhara beta kisi randibazar mein security officer raid mei pakda jayega tab tum sochna ki pehle kyun nahi sudhara usko!
I could not remain silent any more as Chacha-ji was misunderstanding me.
Me: Arre Chacha-ji aap to naraz ho gaye! I am err... I mean... Chacha-ji...I am feeling a little embarrassed... aap ke samne khullam khulla ye baat-chit... I hope you can understand..... but please try to reform my son...i will fully cooperate with you...
Chacha-ji (smiling): That’s like a sensible mother!
He smiled and nodded and I was much relieved. But immediately he made me embarrassed as his left hand openly started his dick inside his pajama again! It was so odd for me to stare at a grownup man fine tuning his dick position inside his pajama, but honestly I was unable to look elsewhere as I could figure out Chacha-ji’s rod standing erect making his pajama stretch like a tent! I clenched my lips and tried to remain normal. My breathing automatically went heavy and my big round boobs were moving up and down a shade faster now. Undoubtedly and unquestionably the elderly man was stimulated by this intimate and direct chatting with me.
Chacha-ji: Beti... if we work together things will be under control, but if you get angry and irritated by your son’s behavior, you will ultimately lose your son to another woman... or who knows?? (he shrugged) ... you may ultimately lose your son to even a prostitute!
I almost exclaimed, naturally, but Chacha-ji was cool as cucumber!
Chacha-ji: Beti... since I do not want to hide anything from you... I just elaborated... that’s the worst scenario that can happen to your son... the curiosity of this age is such... and if we try to curb that in any way.
Me: No, no... please Chacha-ji... mujhe daraiye mat! Ram ka bhala jis mei ho... ap wohi raasta dikhaye...
The perverted man by that time was very successfully able to inject the fear in me about my son going to another woman and to protect him I could travel any limit!
Me: Ram ko rokna hi hoga...mai apke har baat manungi!
Chacha-ji: Ab ek samajhdar maa bol rahi hai! Tum fikar mat karo Beti...
He paused a little and probably wanted to see my releived face.
Chacha-ji: Mai Ram ko kisi bhi halat mei bigadne nehi doonga... I promise Beti...par uska utsookta ko hume nivaran karna hoga... aur iss mei tumhe ek pramukh bhumika lena hoga... are you getting me?
Me: Ji... ji Chacha-ji. Main poori kosish karungi.
Chacha-ji: That’s the determination Beti... I am sure you will act like a perfect mother and will help your son to overcome this adolescence crisis.
Chacha-ji boosted me with confidence simultaneously creating his pathway to exploit me to the hilt and I foolishly (and unknowingly too) was surrendering to him.
Chacha-ji: ...but Beti... I need to know some more info from you which would enable me to identify the exact state of Ram’s mind towards feminine affinity.
The way Chacha-ji was guiding this chat made me fully convinced that ‘he’ and only ‘he’ could save my son from going into the dark alleys.
Chacha-ji: Beti... pehle mujhe ye janna hai ke... tum Ram ke samne kya pehenti ho?
I was naturally a bit surprised at this silly question because Chacha-ji knows very well that I always wear sari at home.
Me: Sari... aur kya? Aap to roz mujhe dekhte hain...
Chacha-ji: Beti... you must change the mindset now that you know Ram has grown up!
Me: Mai samjha nehi!
Chacha-ji: Mai ya tumhare pati ya koi dusra mard ke samne tum kya pehen rahi ho ab wo mehentwopurn nehi raha... Ram ke samne tum kaise pesh aati ho ye sab-se mehetwopurn hai!
Me: Achha... achha...
I nodded like an obedient student.
Chacha-ji: Din mei to tum sari pehenti ho... ye to main bhi janta hoon... par raat mei kis dress mein tum rehti ho? Ram to uss time mei bhi tumhe dekhta hai naa...
Chacha-ji had plotted things in such a way that I had to be extremely shameless to describe my every personal detail to him! I was silent for a moment trying to gather strength to reply to such a question.
Chacha-ji again attempted boldly to drag me into sharing my private things.
Chacha-ji: Batao Beti... sote waqt to tum sari nehi pehenti hogi... kya pehenti ho?
I had to reply and I replied timidly in a low whispering tone.
Me: Nehi... err... I mean Chacha-ji... raat ko mai nighty peheti hoon.
As I replied Chacha-ji seemed to be bolder and was crossing all limits!
Chacha-ji: What sort? Sleeveless or with sleeves, transparent ya... you must tell me completely and then only I can see you through your son’s eyes!
Me: Haa thodi...
Chacha-ji: Kya thodi?
Me: Err... I mean... err... nighty thodi transparent to hai (I blushed and was naturally embarrassed) ... actually I never thought about it like this Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Wo mai samajh sakta hoon Beti... aur raat ke time mei to har shadishuda aurat aise hi kapde pehenti hai.... iss me sharmane wali koi baat to nehi hai!
I expectedly felt better getting Chacha-ji’s approval to such dresses.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti yaha pe aur ek baat mehetwopurn hai... kyo ki tumhare ghar mei ek jawan bêta hai...
He looked at me but I was not able to meet his eyes. My breathing was heavier and my coconut like tits were straining against my tight kamiz.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... mai tumse umar mei bahut bada hoon.... tumhare pita saman...
He deliberately paused and I replied... “Ji”.
Chacha-ji: Mere samne jawab dete huye sharmao mat Beti... aur ye yaad rakho ke hum dono ye baat-chit jo kar rahe hai... wo sirf Ram ke liye!
These comfort words indeed made me free enough to reply to such indecent questions. I definitely felt better and was convinced that Chacha-ji had no foul ideas in his mind and was only investigating for my son’s benefit.
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... thik hai...
Chacha-ji: Ha... jo mai keh raha tha... kyo ki tumhare ghar mei ek jawan bêta hai aur wo ye sab asleel sahitwa padhne bhi laga hai... to ye jan-na zaruri ho jata hai ke... raat ko tum kya sirf nighty-hi peheti ho ya nighty ke neeche bhi kuch pehenti ho?
Me: Nighty ke niche?
I almost replied involuntarily and immediately realized that Chacha-ji was talking about my inner.
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... I mean... koi undergarment... bra ya panty nehi pehenti ho kya?
I was simply bowled over and my face was naturally all red to answer this query of my 50+ landlord! But his prior comforting words helped me to get more shameless and reply boldly to even to his query!
Me: Ha... err... I mean... pehenti thi Chacha-ji... par abhi to Harpal ko ghadi ghadi doodh pilana padta hai... iss liye mai... err... umm... bra nehi pehenti hoon Chacha-ji...
My perverted landlord as if instantly understood my problem and supported my shamelessness of not wearing a bra under my nighty at night!
Chacha-ji: Arre ye to tum uchit kam hi karti ho... kitni baar bra khologi aur doodh pilaogi bachhe ko!
Me: Ji... iss liye hi...
Chacha-ji: Aur niche? Mera matlab panty-wanty kuch?
Me: Ha ha... panty rehta hai...
I instantly replied to my landlord as if I was answering to some GK question!
Chacha-ji: Achha... to iska matlab ye hua ke lagbhag roz raat ko tum nighty pehen ke rehti ho... jo thodi transparent hai... aur nightly ke niche sirf panty pehenti ho... aur iss avastha me tum ghar ke kaam bhi karti hogi... right?
