Update 03
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... ap to jante hai kitna kaam rehta hai... bistar taiyar karna.... khana serve karna... bartan uthana... aur dusre sab kaaam bhi to hai!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... matlab raat ke time me jab tum ghar mei kaam karti ho to Ram beshak tumhari mamme dekh sakta hai?
I honestly had never thought from that angle! It was just natural for me to wear something loose and comfortable at day-end before going to sleep. No outsider was coming at that time and I was only with my son and husband; so I never thought to be too careful about my dressing. But listening to Chacha-ji’s point... frankly I was unable to defy it completely.
Chacha-ji: You only said that the nighty that you wear is somewhat transparent and you do not wear a bra inside... so can I not assume that your son ogles at your free, pendulous breasts inside your dress when you serve food or prepares bed in front of him?
I could well realize what Chacha-ji meant, but I never thought that my Ram was now ‘growing up’!
Me: Nehi Chacha-ji... aapki baat kuch haad tak to sahi hai... par hum-ne kabhi is tarah se socha nahi tha... is taraf kabhi dhyan hi nahi diya!
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... quite natural... this is one part... ab dusra part...
Me: Wo kya Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Wo ye hai ke jab tumhare pati ke paas kaam tha... matlab do mahine pehle.... tab ghar mei mahol kaisa tha?
Me: Mai samjhi nehi Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... mai ye pooch raha hoon... ke tab kya tumhare pati Ram ke samne tumhare saath kuchh karte the... i mean... (lowering his voice) kiss wagerah?
My face was red instantly, but my landlord was too good for me to be able to avoid his dirty questions.
Chacha-ji: Are pati-patni ke relation mei nikat-ta nehi hogi to kisme hogi? Tum to bebajah sharma gayi! Are tumhare pati ghar me tumhe bahon mei leke nehi chumega to kya pados ke Mehta ke biwi to chumega? Batao... batao!
He was smiling and I also shyly giggled.
Chacha-ji: Arre has rahi hai... jawab to do!
Me: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Arre Ram ke samne kabhi tum dono close nehi hote the kya?
Me: O!.... Ji...ji... ek-adhbar to jarur hote the...
Chacha-ji just kept throwing questions to me just like a doctor and I had to reply to each one revealing all my personal secrets. Chacha-ji visibly was enjoying all that to the hilt!
Chacha-ji: Matlab Vinay (my husband’s name was Vinay) kissed you in front of your son?
I nodded shyly.
Chacha-ji: Aur kya wo Ram ke samne tumhare sath daba-dabi bhi karte the?
Me: ‘Daba-dabi’... matlab?
Chacha-ji (leaning towards me): Matlab... Vinay kabhi tumhari doodh bete ke samne nehi dabaya?
I felt like dying listening to such dirty questions and naturally was unable to answer, but Chacha-ji continued to extract pleasure out of that question session.
Chacha-ji: Are doodh nehi to zarorr tumhare gaand wagerah to dabaya hoga Vinay?
Instead of slapping the old perverted man for such dirty questions, I still was continuing to answer him with a red blushed face and in a sexy whispering tone!
Me: Err... Chacha-ji.... umm... Jyadatar nehi... par ek-adh bar ho jata tha... par Vinay iss ko halka kar dete the Ram ke liye....
Chacha-ji: Halka?? Kaise? Mai samjha nehi...
Chacha-ji behaved most innocently and I elaborated things most foolishly!
Me: Matlab Vinay usse bhi thoda involve kar leta tha....
Chacha-ji: Matlab? Tum thoda details mei batao kaise hota tha... if I do not know the exact scene how would I know how much Ram has seen and how much is in darkness for him?
Me: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: Maan lo Beti... ke Ram padhai kar raha hai ghar mei aur Harpal neend mei hai... tum kuch kaam kar rahi ho usi room mei aur Vinay aata hai...
Me: Haan... lekin Chacha-ji... ye kam se kam teen-char mahine pehle ki baat hogi...
Chacha-ji: Han han... thik hai... mai janta hoon ke uss time mei hi Vinay ke factory mei problem start hua tha.
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... agar sirf ek hi din tum Ram ke samne Vinay ke kareeb ayi ho wo bhi uske liye bahut mehetwoprun hai... samjho baat ko! Consider his age... consider what he is reading in these books... consider the pictorials he is seeing here....
Me: Ji... ji... I understand.
I noticed that his right hand was holding the pornographic book while his left hand was just under the book on his lap, probably holding and massaging his manhood! I naturally felt very awkward at his behavior. I had never seen him do this sort of a lewd act prior in front of me!
Chacha-ji: Batao Beti...
Me: Ji... ek-adh din aise hota tha ke Vinay kam se jaldi laut-ta tha aur jab ghar mei Ram ke hote huye wo mere kareeb ata tha.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... fir?
Me: Vinay mujhe pakad leta tha aur gale lagata tha... lekin wo bhi khel-khel mei Raa se baat karte huye... err... I mean... bilkul normally...
Chacha-ji: Normally hi sahi... lekin kitna karib hota tha Vinay? Ram kitna kuch dekha hai... wohi mai janna chata hoon!
As I described my intimate acts with my husband to Chacha-ji, I could sense my lips drying up; in fact I had never discussed this sort of things a male! We females do discuss these things but not so vividly of course! But for the sake of my son, I had to do it. The most embarrassing part was I had feeling the ‘natural female itch’ inside my panty also! Chacha-ji had drafted and guided the chat session in such a slow, lewd way that my body also had started to respond to it!
Me: Karib matlab... err....Vinay mujhe gale laga leta tha... aur... aur ghanisthata se mera sharir sparsh karta tha... aise hi... mera matlab... zyada kuch nehi...
Chacha-ji: Zyada kuch nehi matlab? Tum kya chahti thi ke Vinay tumhare bête ke samne hi tumhe pakad ke chodd de? Ha ha ha...
I was shocked to the extreme listening to the word “chodd” in Chacha-ji’s mouth, but I could not even object as I had myself allowed him to create such an environment where he could easily chat with me using dirty and physical terms! My whole face was red as a rose and my ears were emitting heat. My twin mammaries were going up and down faster and were straining my bra more inside my kamiz, which made me utterly uncomfortable.
Chacha-ji probably realized that he had gone too far verbally.
Chacha-ji: Sorry Beti for my labguage... par tum aise boli ke... Anyway, let us not deviate unnecessarily and be focussed on the topic.
He paused just to give me the required amount of time to get back my composure.
Chacha-ji: Vinay kya sirf tumhe gale lagata tha? ...ya phir chumta bhi tha?
Me (almost whispering): Ji... chumta bhi tha...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... iska matlab Ram kareeb se dekhta tha ke Vinay tumhe gale lagake chum raha hai?
I just nodded. I was still feeling so much ashamed.
Chacha-ji: Ab dekho ek mard jab apni biwi ke hoth chumta hai to...
Me (I immediately objected): Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... Ram ke samne Vinay kabhi mere hoth nehi chume...
Chacha-ji: Oh! ...to fir kya chumta tha?
Me: Mere... matlab... mere gaal wagera...
Chacha-ji: Strange! Sirf gaal chumke Vinay tumhe chod deta tha?
Me: Nehi... matlab... Haa... err...
I was almost stammering as I was really feeling very much ashamed and awkward to describe my intimate moments in front of him, but Chacha-ji was smart enough to read through my mental state.
Chacha-ji: Arre ye kya? Tum to nayi naveli dulhan ke jaise sharma rahi ho Beti! Mujhe galat mat samajh na... ye sab baat jan-ke mera koi munafa nehi hone wala...
He seemed to be a real expert who could read and understand a conservative housewife’s mind and knew exactly how and when to open her up most shamelessly!
Chacha-ji: Par ye zaroor hai Beti... ke agar tum bina sharmaye sari baat mujhe bologi to Ram ke mansik sthiti mai jaan sakunga aur usse ek sahi disha de sakte hain.
These words were enough to give me the confidence to speak out and elaborate on how my husband loved me during my hay days!
Me: Ji... ji Chacha-ji... main samajh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: To fir thik se batao Beti...Vinay tumhe Ram ke samne gale lagake kya kya karta tha?
Me: Ji... Mai... mera matlab... mujhe bahon mei leke... mere gaal chumta tha... aur... aur mere gardan bhi chumta tha... aur idhar udhar mere sharir dabata tha... jaise hota hai... bas!
Though I tried to put a period to my erotic description, but Chacha-ji was probably thirsty for more!
Chacha-ji: Idhar-udhar matbal? Khule taur par tumhare mamme dabata tha? Ram ki samne?
Me: Nehi... mera matlab... haa... par khule taur par nehi Chacha-ji... mera matlab... mai ghoom jati thi...
Chacha-ji: Acchha... achha... jaise hi Vinay tumhare doodh choone ki kosis karta tha.. to tum ghoom jati thi.... tak-i Ram dekh nehi paye?
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Par Beti.... isse kya tum Ram ko puri tarah dekhne se rok pati thi??? I doubt... kyu ki jab Vinay horny hota tha... tabhi tumhe wo gale lagata tha... right?
Me: Ji bilkul... roz nehi...
Chacha-ji: Thik... aur ye to sabhi jante hai ke jab ek mard komottejit hota hai... wo kya sirf tumhare gaal chumke aur doodh nichod ke ruk jata tha? Kya wo tumhare gaand nehi dabata tha?
I realized Chacha-ji wanted every detail which I realized must be necessary to assess my son’s mental condition. And it was also true when my husband hugged and kissed me, he even talked to my son, but simultaneously squeezed my fleshy buttocks over my nighty or sari.
Me: Ji... waha bhi dabata tha.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... abhi tum boli ke tum ghoom jati thi...
Me: Ji ha Chacha-ji... taki Ram err... khule taur par dekh nehi paye...
Chacha-ji: Par agar tumhare pichwada Ram ki taraf hogi.... to wo to khule aam tumhari gaand dabana dekh pata hoga!
I was just like a statue. I could not move for a few seconds with my mouth wide open and about to exclaim as I had never thought from that angle!
Me: Maine to uss hisab se...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... aur tum jo baat ko halka karne ki baat kar rahi thi... wo kya?
Me: Ha Chacha-ji... ye sab karte karte Vinay to Ram se has has ke baat bhi karta tha... aur Ram bhi to hasta tha aur jawab deta tha...
Cahcha-ji: That’s why you never felt it was abnormal and Ram was also taking it very naturally and not eyeing what you two were doing.
Me: Ji bilkul!
Chacha-ji: Par Beti tumhe samajh jana chahiye tha ke ye sab jo pehle normal tha ab Ram ke liye excitement ka cheez ho gaya hai!
Me: Main samajh nehi payi Chacha-ji... Ram ke behavior mei koi parivartan nehi dekhi mai.... aur peechle do mahine se to ye sab bilkul hi bandh hai... Vinay ke saath to uss hisab se koi relation hi nehi...
Chacha-ji: And that’s the worse part!
Me: Kiyu?
Chacha-ji: Ekbar sher to khoon ki taste lag jaye aur uske baad usse sirf ghaas-phoos diya jaye to kaise lagega usse?
Me: Kya? Main samjhi nehi???
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... mujhe pura yakeen hai ke Ram tumhari aur Vinay ke closeness ko dekhke bahut uttejit hota tha... kiyu ki ye saare asleel kitab jo wo padhta hai ussme sharirik nikat-ta ki vistrit vivran hai...
Chacha-ji paused and was looking at my reaction. I was still searching for what he meant.
Chacha-ji: Aur jaise tum boli ke Vinay uske samnehi tumhe gale lagata tha... chumta tha... tumhari gaand aur mamme dabata tha... itni horny vatabaran se peechle do mahine tum Ram ko puri tarah ek veg vatabaran de-ke rakhhi ho... to kaise lagega usse?
Now I realized what Chacha-ji meant and honestly could not stop smiling even in that situation.
Me: Chacha-ji... aap bhi na!
We both were smiling at each other and Chacha-ji now was quite openly massaging his erect dick and even though the cover of the book was there, I could detect it quite unmistakably. I was also not comfortable; my milk tanks were straining against my tight bra and the itch inside my panty seemed to be ever rising. Seeing Chacha-ji doing his part so openly I also could not restrain myself from scratching my choot area boldly over my salwar-kamiz to feel at ease!
Chacha-ji: Beti... before Ram comes back... thoda aur info mujhe do ke Ram aur kya dekha hai?
Me: Aur kya Chacha-ji? Aur kuch nehi...
Chacha-ji: Par mujhe lagta hai wo zarur aur bhi kuch dekha hoga...
Me: Ye aap yakin ke saath kaise keh sakte hain?
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Ram mujhe kayi bar bola hai ke raat ko Harpal ki rone ki wajah se raat ko thik se neend....
Me (I instantly realized what Chacha-ji meant): Ji... ji... mai samajh gayi...
Chacha-ji: Good! Kyu ki tum aur Vinay apne dono bête ke saath ekhi bistar pe soti ho... to chances are ke Ram zarur tumhe aur Vinay ko kabhi dekha hoga...
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... last two months to...
Chacha-ji: Us-se pehle?
Me: Us-se pehle bhi... mera matlab... humlog hamesha dekh lete the ke Ram neend mei hai ke nehi...
Chacha-ji: Matlab sex ke pehle?
I just nodded in affirmation very shyly.
Chacha-ji: Par ek baat batao Beti... Ram jab so raha hai... usi bistar pe um aur Vinay agar sex karogi to awaz se uska neend toot nehi jayega?
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... usi bistar pe kaha?
Chacha-ji seemed to be surprised for the first time.
Chacha-ji: Iska kya matlab.... usi bistar pe kaha ?
Me: Mera matlab... usi darr se humlog niche karte the.
Chacha-ji: Niche matlab... farsh pe?
Me: Ji... ek gadda niche bhi hota hai uss pe...
Chacha-ji: I am confused Beti... I must understand from Ram’s perspective... Suppose karo Ram aadhi neend mei hai... aur usi waqt Vinay ko horny feel hua... to wo zarur tumhe alingan karke kiss wagera karta hoga?
Me: Ji... kuch der to wo mujhe gale lagake kiss karta hai...
Chacha-ji: To iska matlab agar Ram aadhi neend me hai, to ye cheez Ram mehsoos karta hoga? May be he is not seeing you two in darkness but he can hear Vinay kissing you.
Me: Ji... ye zaroor ho sakta hai.
Chacha-ji: Par Ram to kissing ke awaz se hi excited ho jayega naa...
Me: Wo kiyu?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... wo to ye sab kitab me padha hoga naa... ke chumne ke baad daba-dabi hota hai aur fir aurat nangi ho jati hai sex ke liye...
Me: Hey bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: To iska matlab tumlog niche gadde pe utar ne se pehle jo kuch karte the wo sabhi Ram mehsoos kar sakta tha kiyu ki wo bhi usi bistar pe so raha tha...
I was shocked and feeling extremely ashamed to now realize that my son had probably heard his parents doing sex!
Me: Ye sab baat to mai kabhi gehraiyi se sochi hi nahi!
Chacha-ji: Iss liye abhi sab se mehetwopurn ye hua ke tum-dono bistar par sex ke pehle kis haad tak jate the? Daba-dabi ke dauraan Vinay aur tum kya kapde bhi utar dete the?
I was now feeling too much ashamed to reply to this because the fact remained that after some initial kissing and boob pressing Vinay used to strip me completely and he also removed his lungi. How could I tell all that to Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Beti... tum agar sharmati rahogi to Ram ka bhaviswat bhi anischit hoke rahega...
The perverted man knew very well how to break my conservativeness and he continued to use my innocent love for my son for his distorted pleasure.
Me: Ji err... matlab... Vinay... matlab... chumne ke baad aur thoda pyar jatane ke baad Vinay hamesha apni lungi utar deta tha aur... mai bhi... mera matlab... mera bhi kapde utar deta tha...
Chacha-ji: Iska matlab... agar hum kuch der ke liye ye bhool jay eke waha Vinay hai... tum bilkul nangi hoke bistar pe rehti ho jaha ek foot ki doori mei tumhara jawan beta so raha hai?
I was so embarrassed by this statement of my landlord that I could not even look up and just clenched my lips in nervousness and timidness.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye baat mamuli nehi hai... tum agar jawan, khoobsurat aur gori nehi hoti... to baat dusra tha... par Harpal hone ke baad bhi tumhari figure manohar aur akarshak hai... tumhari bade bade khada do mamme aur bhari golakar nitamb... aur tum jab nangi rehti hogi bistar pe... wo drisya to Ram ko kamottejit karega hi! Iss mei to mai uska koi dosh nehi dekhta!
I did not know what to say; I just remained dumbfounded and utterly embarrassed.
Chacha-ji: Anyway, that’s all that I wanted to know...
Me: C-h-a-c-h-a – j-i... mai... err... mai maafi chahti hoon aur bahut sharminda hoon apni iss nirlajy harkat pe...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... chudwane ke waqt thodi itna kuch dhyan mei rehta hai...
Chacha-ji as if slammed in the last nail on me.
Chacha-ji: Anyway... Ram ke ane ka waqt ho raha hai...
Me: Chacha-ji....please... mujhe ab kya karna chaiye?
Chacha-ji: Tum bus Ram ke reactions par nazar rakhho aur mujhe batati raho. Then we will decide aage kya karna hai.
Me: Mujhe Ram ki bahut fikr ho rahi hai!
Chacha-ji: Arre chinta mat karo Beti... Main hoon na!
I could listen to Ram’s footsteps outside and so Chacha-ji ascended from his seat. He quickly adjusted his lund inside his pajama so that he looked somewhat decent, but I did notice that even at this advanced age his manhood was tall and standing proudly under his pajama! He handed me the pornographic books and asked me to keep them in a secret place, out of Ram’s reach. He knew pretty well that I would not be able to refrain myself from reading those books and surely the content of those books would have the ‘desired’ effect on me!
I could listen to Ram’s footsteps outside and so Chacha-ji ascended from his seat. He quickly adjusted his lund inside his pajama so that he looked somewhat decent, but I did notice that even at this advanced age his manhood was tall and standing proudly under his pajama! He handed me the pornographic books and asked me to keep them in a secret place, out of Ram’s reach. He knew pretty well that I would not be able to refrain myself from reading those books and surely the content of those books would have the ‘desired’ effect on me!
The next couple of days naturally I was extremely cautious about my dressing while my son was around. I was even undecided whether I should remain bra-less in front of Ram especially in my nightwear. My boobs being big and heavy... especially not wearing a bra made them sway and swing quite noticeably when I moved about or bent down. Hence I was a bit stiff also when Ram was close to me or I talked to him. The better part was that even though I tried hard to think in a dirty way about Ram’s moves and intentions, but I was not able to do that, probably my blind motherly love was not allowing that.
It was again Ram’s tuition day and Chacha-ji descended from upstairs and was giving lessons to him when I entered the room with tea and biscuits. Just at that time Chacha-ji gave him some homework for the next day and permitted (or rather ordered) him to go upstairs and help Haria (Chacha-ji’s servant) with some household chores.
As soon as Ram was out of the room, Chacha-ji indicated me to sit before him. Today I was in my usual sari-blouse and had just completed feeding Harpal. I made sure that my pallu was properly covering my bra-less mammaries inside my blouse.
Chacha-ji: To Beti... tum kuch notice kiye Ram ke bare mei inn do dino mei?
Me: Pata nahin Chacha-ji... mujhe to kuchh bhi abnormal nahi laga!
Chacha-ji: Kuch bhi abnormal nehi laga... strange!
Me: Ji... mujhe to sab normal hi lage!
Chacha-ji: Matlab... wo kya tumhare kareeb nehi ay aye do din mei?
Me: Nehi nehi... mera matlab pehle jaise tha... waise hi hai...bas! Mujhe Ram ko kisi gande harkat karte huye nehi dekha...
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... ye important observation hai... kiyu ki chances are there that ye sare ashleel kitab padhke wo koi aisa-waisa harkat tumhare saath kar de!
Me: Nehi... aisa kuch wo nehi kiya... ek-do bar roz hi ki tarah wo mujhse chipakta zarror tha... aur college jane ke waqt mere galo pe kiss bhi karke jata hai... lekin...
Chacha-ji: Lekin kya?
Chacha-ji: Hmm... matlab raat ke time me jab tum ghar mei kaam karti ho to Ram beshak tumhari mamme dekh sakta hai?
I honestly had never thought from that angle! It was just natural for me to wear something loose and comfortable at day-end before going to sleep. No outsider was coming at that time and I was only with my son and husband; so I never thought to be too careful about my dressing. But listening to Chacha-ji’s point... frankly I was unable to defy it completely.
Chacha-ji: You only said that the nighty that you wear is somewhat transparent and you do not wear a bra inside... so can I not assume that your son ogles at your free, pendulous breasts inside your dress when you serve food or prepares bed in front of him?
I could well realize what Chacha-ji meant, but I never thought that my Ram was now ‘growing up’!
Me: Nehi Chacha-ji... aapki baat kuch haad tak to sahi hai... par hum-ne kabhi is tarah se socha nahi tha... is taraf kabhi dhyan hi nahi diya!
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... quite natural... this is one part... ab dusra part...
Me: Wo kya Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Wo ye hai ke jab tumhare pati ke paas kaam tha... matlab do mahine pehle.... tab ghar mei mahol kaisa tha?
Me: Mai samjhi nehi Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... mai ye pooch raha hoon... ke tab kya tumhare pati Ram ke samne tumhare saath kuchh karte the... i mean... (lowering his voice) kiss wagerah?
My face was red instantly, but my landlord was too good for me to be able to avoid his dirty questions.
Chacha-ji: Are pati-patni ke relation mei nikat-ta nehi hogi to kisme hogi? Tum to bebajah sharma gayi! Are tumhare pati ghar me tumhe bahon mei leke nehi chumega to kya pados ke Mehta ke biwi to chumega? Batao... batao!
He was smiling and I also shyly giggled.
Chacha-ji: Arre has rahi hai... jawab to do!
Me: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Arre Ram ke samne kabhi tum dono close nehi hote the kya?
Me: O!.... Ji...ji... ek-adhbar to jarur hote the...
Chacha-ji just kept throwing questions to me just like a doctor and I had to reply to each one revealing all my personal secrets. Chacha-ji visibly was enjoying all that to the hilt!
Chacha-ji: Matlab Vinay (my husband’s name was Vinay) kissed you in front of your son?
I nodded shyly.
Chacha-ji: Aur kya wo Ram ke samne tumhare sath daba-dabi bhi karte the?
Me: ‘Daba-dabi’... matlab?
Chacha-ji (leaning towards me): Matlab... Vinay kabhi tumhari doodh bete ke samne nehi dabaya?
I felt like dying listening to such dirty questions and naturally was unable to answer, but Chacha-ji continued to extract pleasure out of that question session.
Chacha-ji: Are doodh nehi to zarorr tumhare gaand wagerah to dabaya hoga Vinay?
Instead of slapping the old perverted man for such dirty questions, I still was continuing to answer him with a red blushed face and in a sexy whispering tone!
Me: Err... Chacha-ji.... umm... Jyadatar nehi... par ek-adh bar ho jata tha... par Vinay iss ko halka kar dete the Ram ke liye....
Chacha-ji: Halka?? Kaise? Mai samjha nehi...
Chacha-ji behaved most innocently and I elaborated things most foolishly!
Me: Matlab Vinay usse bhi thoda involve kar leta tha....
Chacha-ji: Matlab? Tum thoda details mei batao kaise hota tha... if I do not know the exact scene how would I know how much Ram has seen and how much is in darkness for him?
Me: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: Maan lo Beti... ke Ram padhai kar raha hai ghar mei aur Harpal neend mei hai... tum kuch kaam kar rahi ho usi room mei aur Vinay aata hai...
Me: Haan... lekin Chacha-ji... ye kam se kam teen-char mahine pehle ki baat hogi...
Chacha-ji: Han han... thik hai... mai janta hoon ke uss time mei hi Vinay ke factory mei problem start hua tha.
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... agar sirf ek hi din tum Ram ke samne Vinay ke kareeb ayi ho wo bhi uske liye bahut mehetwoprun hai... samjho baat ko! Consider his age... consider what he is reading in these books... consider the pictorials he is seeing here....
Me: Ji... ji... I understand.
I noticed that his right hand was holding the pornographic book while his left hand was just under the book on his lap, probably holding and massaging his manhood! I naturally felt very awkward at his behavior. I had never seen him do this sort of a lewd act prior in front of me!
Chacha-ji: Batao Beti...
Me: Ji... ek-adh din aise hota tha ke Vinay kam se jaldi laut-ta tha aur jab ghar mei Ram ke hote huye wo mere kareeb ata tha.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... fir?
Me: Vinay mujhe pakad leta tha aur gale lagata tha... lekin wo bhi khel-khel mei Raa se baat karte huye... err... I mean... bilkul normally...
Chacha-ji: Normally hi sahi... lekin kitna karib hota tha Vinay? Ram kitna kuch dekha hai... wohi mai janna chata hoon!
As I described my intimate acts with my husband to Chacha-ji, I could sense my lips drying up; in fact I had never discussed this sort of things a male! We females do discuss these things but not so vividly of course! But for the sake of my son, I had to do it. The most embarrassing part was I had feeling the ‘natural female itch’ inside my panty also! Chacha-ji had drafted and guided the chat session in such a slow, lewd way that my body also had started to respond to it!
Me: Karib matlab... err....Vinay mujhe gale laga leta tha... aur... aur ghanisthata se mera sharir sparsh karta tha... aise hi... mera matlab... zyada kuch nehi...
Chacha-ji: Zyada kuch nehi matlab? Tum kya chahti thi ke Vinay tumhare bête ke samne hi tumhe pakad ke chodd de? Ha ha ha...
I was shocked to the extreme listening to the word “chodd” in Chacha-ji’s mouth, but I could not even object as I had myself allowed him to create such an environment where he could easily chat with me using dirty and physical terms! My whole face was red as a rose and my ears were emitting heat. My twin mammaries were going up and down faster and were straining my bra more inside my kamiz, which made me utterly uncomfortable.
Chacha-ji probably realized that he had gone too far verbally.
Chacha-ji: Sorry Beti for my labguage... par tum aise boli ke... Anyway, let us not deviate unnecessarily and be focussed on the topic.
He paused just to give me the required amount of time to get back my composure.
Chacha-ji: Vinay kya sirf tumhe gale lagata tha? ...ya phir chumta bhi tha?
Me (almost whispering): Ji... chumta bhi tha...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... iska matlab Ram kareeb se dekhta tha ke Vinay tumhe gale lagake chum raha hai?
I just nodded. I was still feeling so much ashamed.
Chacha-ji: Ab dekho ek mard jab apni biwi ke hoth chumta hai to...
Me (I immediately objected): Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... Ram ke samne Vinay kabhi mere hoth nehi chume...
Chacha-ji: Oh! ...to fir kya chumta tha?
Me: Mere... matlab... mere gaal wagera...
Chacha-ji: Strange! Sirf gaal chumke Vinay tumhe chod deta tha?
Me: Nehi... matlab... Haa... err...
I was almost stammering as I was really feeling very much ashamed and awkward to describe my intimate moments in front of him, but Chacha-ji was smart enough to read through my mental state.
Chacha-ji: Arre ye kya? Tum to nayi naveli dulhan ke jaise sharma rahi ho Beti! Mujhe galat mat samajh na... ye sab baat jan-ke mera koi munafa nehi hone wala...
He seemed to be a real expert who could read and understand a conservative housewife’s mind and knew exactly how and when to open her up most shamelessly!
Chacha-ji: Par ye zaroor hai Beti... ke agar tum bina sharmaye sari baat mujhe bologi to Ram ke mansik sthiti mai jaan sakunga aur usse ek sahi disha de sakte hain.
These words were enough to give me the confidence to speak out and elaborate on how my husband loved me during my hay days!
Me: Ji... ji Chacha-ji... main samajh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: To fir thik se batao Beti...Vinay tumhe Ram ke samne gale lagake kya kya karta tha?
Me: Ji... Mai... mera matlab... mujhe bahon mei leke... mere gaal chumta tha... aur... aur mere gardan bhi chumta tha... aur idhar udhar mere sharir dabata tha... jaise hota hai... bas!
Though I tried to put a period to my erotic description, but Chacha-ji was probably thirsty for more!
Chacha-ji: Idhar-udhar matbal? Khule taur par tumhare mamme dabata tha? Ram ki samne?
Me: Nehi... mera matlab... haa... par khule taur par nehi Chacha-ji... mera matlab... mai ghoom jati thi...
Chacha-ji: Acchha... achha... jaise hi Vinay tumhare doodh choone ki kosis karta tha.. to tum ghoom jati thi.... tak-i Ram dekh nehi paye?
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Par Beti.... isse kya tum Ram ko puri tarah dekhne se rok pati thi??? I doubt... kyu ki jab Vinay horny hota tha... tabhi tumhe wo gale lagata tha... right?
Me: Ji bilkul... roz nehi...
Chacha-ji: Thik... aur ye to sabhi jante hai ke jab ek mard komottejit hota hai... wo kya sirf tumhare gaal chumke aur doodh nichod ke ruk jata tha? Kya wo tumhare gaand nehi dabata tha?
I realized Chacha-ji wanted every detail which I realized must be necessary to assess my son’s mental condition. And it was also true when my husband hugged and kissed me, he even talked to my son, but simultaneously squeezed my fleshy buttocks over my nighty or sari.
Me: Ji... waha bhi dabata tha.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... abhi tum boli ke tum ghoom jati thi...
Me: Ji ha Chacha-ji... taki Ram err... khule taur par dekh nehi paye...
Chacha-ji: Par agar tumhare pichwada Ram ki taraf hogi.... to wo to khule aam tumhari gaand dabana dekh pata hoga!
I was just like a statue. I could not move for a few seconds with my mouth wide open and about to exclaim as I had never thought from that angle!
Me: Maine to uss hisab se...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... aur tum jo baat ko halka karne ki baat kar rahi thi... wo kya?
Me: Ha Chacha-ji... ye sab karte karte Vinay to Ram se has has ke baat bhi karta tha... aur Ram bhi to hasta tha aur jawab deta tha...
Cahcha-ji: That’s why you never felt it was abnormal and Ram was also taking it very naturally and not eyeing what you two were doing.
Me: Ji bilkul!
Chacha-ji: Par Beti tumhe samajh jana chahiye tha ke ye sab jo pehle normal tha ab Ram ke liye excitement ka cheez ho gaya hai!
Me: Main samajh nehi payi Chacha-ji... Ram ke behavior mei koi parivartan nehi dekhi mai.... aur peechle do mahine se to ye sab bilkul hi bandh hai... Vinay ke saath to uss hisab se koi relation hi nehi...
Chacha-ji: And that’s the worse part!
Me: Kiyu?
Chacha-ji: Ekbar sher to khoon ki taste lag jaye aur uske baad usse sirf ghaas-phoos diya jaye to kaise lagega usse?
Me: Kya? Main samjhi nehi???
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... mujhe pura yakeen hai ke Ram tumhari aur Vinay ke closeness ko dekhke bahut uttejit hota tha... kiyu ki ye saare asleel kitab jo wo padhta hai ussme sharirik nikat-ta ki vistrit vivran hai...
Chacha-ji paused and was looking at my reaction. I was still searching for what he meant.
Chacha-ji: Aur jaise tum boli ke Vinay uske samnehi tumhe gale lagata tha... chumta tha... tumhari gaand aur mamme dabata tha... itni horny vatabaran se peechle do mahine tum Ram ko puri tarah ek veg vatabaran de-ke rakhhi ho... to kaise lagega usse?
Now I realized what Chacha-ji meant and honestly could not stop smiling even in that situation.
Me: Chacha-ji... aap bhi na!
We both were smiling at each other and Chacha-ji now was quite openly massaging his erect dick and even though the cover of the book was there, I could detect it quite unmistakably. I was also not comfortable; my milk tanks were straining against my tight bra and the itch inside my panty seemed to be ever rising. Seeing Chacha-ji doing his part so openly I also could not restrain myself from scratching my choot area boldly over my salwar-kamiz to feel at ease!
Chacha-ji: Beti... before Ram comes back... thoda aur info mujhe do ke Ram aur kya dekha hai?
Me: Aur kya Chacha-ji? Aur kuch nehi...
Chacha-ji: Par mujhe lagta hai wo zarur aur bhi kuch dekha hoga...
Me: Ye aap yakin ke saath kaise keh sakte hain?
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Ram mujhe kayi bar bola hai ke raat ko Harpal ki rone ki wajah se raat ko thik se neend....
Me (I instantly realized what Chacha-ji meant): Ji... ji... mai samajh gayi...
Chacha-ji: Good! Kyu ki tum aur Vinay apne dono bête ke saath ekhi bistar pe soti ho... to chances are ke Ram zarur tumhe aur Vinay ko kabhi dekha hoga...
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... last two months to...
Chacha-ji: Us-se pehle?
Me: Us-se pehle bhi... mera matlab... humlog hamesha dekh lete the ke Ram neend mei hai ke nehi...
Chacha-ji: Matlab sex ke pehle?
I just nodded in affirmation very shyly.
Chacha-ji: Par ek baat batao Beti... Ram jab so raha hai... usi bistar pe um aur Vinay agar sex karogi to awaz se uska neend toot nehi jayega?
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... usi bistar pe kaha?
Chacha-ji seemed to be surprised for the first time.
Chacha-ji: Iska kya matlab.... usi bistar pe kaha ?
Me: Mera matlab... usi darr se humlog niche karte the.
Chacha-ji: Niche matlab... farsh pe?
Me: Ji... ek gadda niche bhi hota hai uss pe...
Chacha-ji: I am confused Beti... I must understand from Ram’s perspective... Suppose karo Ram aadhi neend mei hai... aur usi waqt Vinay ko horny feel hua... to wo zarur tumhe alingan karke kiss wagera karta hoga?
Me: Ji... kuch der to wo mujhe gale lagake kiss karta hai...
Chacha-ji: To iska matlab agar Ram aadhi neend me hai, to ye cheez Ram mehsoos karta hoga? May be he is not seeing you two in darkness but he can hear Vinay kissing you.
Me: Ji... ye zaroor ho sakta hai.
Chacha-ji: Par Ram to kissing ke awaz se hi excited ho jayega naa...
Me: Wo kiyu?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... wo to ye sab kitab me padha hoga naa... ke chumne ke baad daba-dabi hota hai aur fir aurat nangi ho jati hai sex ke liye...
Me: Hey bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: To iska matlab tumlog niche gadde pe utar ne se pehle jo kuch karte the wo sabhi Ram mehsoos kar sakta tha kiyu ki wo bhi usi bistar pe so raha tha...
I was shocked and feeling extremely ashamed to now realize that my son had probably heard his parents doing sex!
Me: Ye sab baat to mai kabhi gehraiyi se sochi hi nahi!
Chacha-ji: Iss liye abhi sab se mehetwopurn ye hua ke tum-dono bistar par sex ke pehle kis haad tak jate the? Daba-dabi ke dauraan Vinay aur tum kya kapde bhi utar dete the?
I was now feeling too much ashamed to reply to this because the fact remained that after some initial kissing and boob pressing Vinay used to strip me completely and he also removed his lungi. How could I tell all that to Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Beti... tum agar sharmati rahogi to Ram ka bhaviswat bhi anischit hoke rahega...
The perverted man knew very well how to break my conservativeness and he continued to use my innocent love for my son for his distorted pleasure.
Me: Ji err... matlab... Vinay... matlab... chumne ke baad aur thoda pyar jatane ke baad Vinay hamesha apni lungi utar deta tha aur... mai bhi... mera matlab... mera bhi kapde utar deta tha...
Chacha-ji: Iska matlab... agar hum kuch der ke liye ye bhool jay eke waha Vinay hai... tum bilkul nangi hoke bistar pe rehti ho jaha ek foot ki doori mei tumhara jawan beta so raha hai?
I was so embarrassed by this statement of my landlord that I could not even look up and just clenched my lips in nervousness and timidness.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye baat mamuli nehi hai... tum agar jawan, khoobsurat aur gori nehi hoti... to baat dusra tha... par Harpal hone ke baad bhi tumhari figure manohar aur akarshak hai... tumhari bade bade khada do mamme aur bhari golakar nitamb... aur tum jab nangi rehti hogi bistar pe... wo drisya to Ram ko kamottejit karega hi! Iss mei to mai uska koi dosh nehi dekhta!
I did not know what to say; I just remained dumbfounded and utterly embarrassed.
Chacha-ji: Anyway, that’s all that I wanted to know...
Me: C-h-a-c-h-a – j-i... mai... err... mai maafi chahti hoon aur bahut sharminda hoon apni iss nirlajy harkat pe...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... chudwane ke waqt thodi itna kuch dhyan mei rehta hai...
Chacha-ji as if slammed in the last nail on me.
Chacha-ji: Anyway... Ram ke ane ka waqt ho raha hai...
Me: Chacha-ji....please... mujhe ab kya karna chaiye?
Chacha-ji: Tum bus Ram ke reactions par nazar rakhho aur mujhe batati raho. Then we will decide aage kya karna hai.
Me: Mujhe Ram ki bahut fikr ho rahi hai!
Chacha-ji: Arre chinta mat karo Beti... Main hoon na!
I could listen to Ram’s footsteps outside and so Chacha-ji ascended from his seat. He quickly adjusted his lund inside his pajama so that he looked somewhat decent, but I did notice that even at this advanced age his manhood was tall and standing proudly under his pajama! He handed me the pornographic books and asked me to keep them in a secret place, out of Ram’s reach. He knew pretty well that I would not be able to refrain myself from reading those books and surely the content of those books would have the ‘desired’ effect on me!
I could listen to Ram’s footsteps outside and so Chacha-ji ascended from his seat. He quickly adjusted his lund inside his pajama so that he looked somewhat decent, but I did notice that even at this advanced age his manhood was tall and standing proudly under his pajama! He handed me the pornographic books and asked me to keep them in a secret place, out of Ram’s reach. He knew pretty well that I would not be able to refrain myself from reading those books and surely the content of those books would have the ‘desired’ effect on me!
The next couple of days naturally I was extremely cautious about my dressing while my son was around. I was even undecided whether I should remain bra-less in front of Ram especially in my nightwear. My boobs being big and heavy... especially not wearing a bra made them sway and swing quite noticeably when I moved about or bent down. Hence I was a bit stiff also when Ram was close to me or I talked to him. The better part was that even though I tried hard to think in a dirty way about Ram’s moves and intentions, but I was not able to do that, probably my blind motherly love was not allowing that.
It was again Ram’s tuition day and Chacha-ji descended from upstairs and was giving lessons to him when I entered the room with tea and biscuits. Just at that time Chacha-ji gave him some homework for the next day and permitted (or rather ordered) him to go upstairs and help Haria (Chacha-ji’s servant) with some household chores.
As soon as Ram was out of the room, Chacha-ji indicated me to sit before him. Today I was in my usual sari-blouse and had just completed feeding Harpal. I made sure that my pallu was properly covering my bra-less mammaries inside my blouse.
Chacha-ji: To Beti... tum kuch notice kiye Ram ke bare mei inn do dino mei?
Me: Pata nahin Chacha-ji... mujhe to kuchh bhi abnormal nahi laga!
Chacha-ji: Kuch bhi abnormal nehi laga... strange!
Me: Ji... mujhe to sab normal hi lage!
Chacha-ji: Matlab... wo kya tumhare kareeb nehi ay aye do din mei?
Me: Nehi nehi... mera matlab pehle jaise tha... waise hi hai...bas! Mujhe Ram ko kisi gande harkat karte huye nehi dekha...
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... ye important observation hai... kiyu ki chances are there that ye sare ashleel kitab padhke wo koi aisa-waisa harkat tumhare saath kar de!
Me: Nehi... aisa kuch wo nehi kiya... ek-do bar roz hi ki tarah wo mujhse chipakta zarror tha... aur college jane ke waqt mere galo pe kiss bhi karke jata hai... lekin...
Chacha-ji: Lekin kya?
