Update 04
Me: Mera matlab.. mujhe laga... nischit roop se mai bol nehi sakti... mujhe laga... Ram bari bari meri taraf dekh raha hai... matlab...directly nehi Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Beti... ye to bahut natural hai... tumhari jawani... tumhari ye sundar shape... gora badan... us-e akarshit kar raha hai... aur ye to bilkul swabhabik hai...
I was obviously somewhat annoyed at such a loose comment from Chacha-ji.
Me: Ye kaise swabhavik ho sakta hai Chacha-ji? Har bête kya apni maa ko iss nazar se dekhta hai? Issi gandi soch ko to hume sudharna hai...
Chacha-ji: Zarur sudharna hai Beti... par Ram ka jo umar hai wo ek parivartan aur tabdilili se gujar raha hai... so you have to be v-e-r-y patient... mard aur aurat ke jaun-sambandh aur maithun ke bare mei wo abhi jaan raha hai... aurat ke sharir ke rahasya mei wo bada utsuk hai...
Chacha-ji probably paused a second so that I could grasp what he tried to mean.
Chacha-ji: Beti....is bich agar tum us-e rokogi... tokogi... ya fir harbadi mei koi decision logi... to wo tumse chupake sara kaam karne lagega... that’s why I said you have to be extremely patient.
I could feel that what this elderly man was saying probably made sense.
Me: Ji... mai jaldi bol gayi... ap shayad sehi bol rahe hain!
Chacha-ji: Aur Ram ke iss growing age mei hume us-e har tarah ki support karna chahiye... naki pratibandh aur rok...
Me: Ji... mai samjh gayi... ap jaise bolenge mai waisa hi karoongi Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Beti, tum agar thoda compromise aj karti ho... kal ke liye wo Ram ke liye swdarthak hoga!
Me: Ji...
Unknowingly I was getting entangled inside the web of my elderly landlord’s perversion.
Chacha-ji: Iss liye Ram ke har ek movement mere liye jan-na bahut zaruri hai Beti...
Me: Hmm... mai samajh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: Ab ye batao ke ye do din mei Ram jo tumshe chipkata tha... wo kya aage se ya peechhe se tumhare kareeb ata tha?
I thought for a while recapturing the moments in my mind when my son hugged me in the kitchen or elsewhere.
Me: Umm... normally Chacha-ji.... matlab... peeche se!
Chacha-ji (almost muttering): Saali randi ke liye ye normal baat hai ki uska jawan beta us se roz peeche se chipakata hai!
Me: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Kuch nehi Beti... mai ye keh raha tha ke ye jo Ram tumhe peeche alingan karta hai... tau tum apni pichwade pe uska lund feel kiya tha ki nahi?
Chacha-ji again started injecting bold direct physical words in our conversation which immediately made me feel embarrassed and blushed.
Me: Haan... shayad thoda kiya tha...
Chacha-ji: Matlab... uska khada tha?
Me: Khada?... err... matlab... haan shayad... par mai thik se dhyan nehi de payi... kitchen mei kaam jo kar rahi thi.
Chacha-ji: Ram ka lund zarur khada tha Beti jab wo tumhare karreeb tha... ye to swabhabik sharirik prakriya hai... (thinking for a while looking upwards) kya woh apna lund tumhari gaand per ragad raha tha?
I naturally objected immediately as nothing of that sort happened.
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa kuch Ram kabhi nehi kiya hai!
Chacha-ji: Thik se socho Beti... ragad agar nahi bhi raha tha par zaroor wo uska lund tumhare gaand par daba raha hoga?
I thought for a while and had to admit that Chacha-ji was correct.
Me (nodding): Ji Chacha-ji... aap sehi bole... usne apna lu... err...I mean.... pressure to de raha tha mere peechhe.
Chacha-ji: Beti... bura mat manna... iss liye hi mai pooch raha tha kiyu ki ye harkat to normal hai ek jawan ladke ke liye karna.
I just remained quiet and as if waited for the next perverted question!
Chacha-ji: Yaha pe aur ek baat mehetwopurn hai...
I looked questionably at him. Chacha-ji nodded and took his left hand right onto his crotch area and started massaging his cock directly in front of me!
Chacha-ji: Ye jo Ram tumhe roz peeche se chipakta hai... uska khada lund tumhari pichwade mei dabata hai... uska irada tum samajh payi?
Me: Irada?
Chacha-ji: Kya tum ye dhyan nehi di ke Ram ka irada sirf uska lund tumhari mangsal pichwade pe dabana nehi tha... bal ki wo tumhari ass crack pe apna lund ghusane ki kosis mei hai!
Me: What? Kabhi nehi... aisa kuch bhi nehi hua Chacha-ji... aap Ram pe bewaja ilzam laga rahe ho!
I honestly did not find my son trying to do that, but day before yesterday when he hugged me from behind... I was totally unprepared and the posture was such that my heavy ass bumped on his crotch as I tried to move away initially from his hug and I clearly felt his hardened rod on my ass crack for a moment.
Chacha-ji: Tumhe shayad kharab lag raha hai meri baat... but you must also remember that I must have a clear understanding of Ram’s behavior... then only I can clearly see through his intentions... are you getting me Beti?
Me: Ji... ji... par aap ko kya lagta hai Chacha-ji... Ram kya puri tarah se bigad chukka hai?
My motherly mind was naturally very, very anxious about the state of my son’s adolescence.
Chacha-ji: Wo kehne ki waqt abhi nehi aya hai Beti... let me first know the whole aspect.
Me: Hmm... okay...
Chacha-ji: Aachha ab thik se soch-ke ek baat batao...
Me: Kya Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Jab Ram tumhe peeche se chipak kar apna lund tumhari pichwade par dabata hai... tau kya usne tumhari dono doodh ko bhi dabane ki kosish karta hai?
I blushed instantly and could not reply anything instantly.
Chacha-ji: Are beti... tum to shadi-shuda ho... tum kya nehi janti mard-logo ke achran? Aurat ke doodh dabane ka to bahana chahiye! Aur aisa bhi to nehi hai ke (he looked directly at my twin mammaries) ...tumhari mamme chote hai......ausndar hai... jhulne lage hai... jo Ram ko akarshit nehi karega!
Talking to this elderly man was indeed getting extremely embarrassing for me the way he was chatting. He clearly said (without saying) that my breasts are big, appealing and erect for any male to super-like. I could instantly feel an erection in my nipples and since today I was not wearing any bra the effect was much more profound and my nipples started to harden and swell making me awfully uncomfortable sitting before a male. Moreover, I could sense that my thighs had started to emit slight amount of heat and it was difficult for me to sit still.
Chacha-ji: Ram bhi to jawan ho raha hai! Usse bhi pata chal raha hai ke kis harkat se anand milta hai aur kis-se nehi...
I was feeling so embarrassed that I was not able to utter a word. In the pretext of adjusting my pallu I pushed my hands more towards my body and virtually tried to press my own breasts to feel at ease! Seeing me to blush, Chacha-ji repeated his question and he probably was more encouraged and smashed all decency levels!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... chup rehne se kaise hoga.... Batao to sehi... Ram jab tumse close hota hai... kya wo tumhari ye sugothit badi badi choochiyan dabane ki kosish nehi karta?
I had to answer now!
Me: Err... nehi Chacha-ji... Ram kabhi... matlab.... abhi tak to dabaya nahi hai...
Chacha-ji: Strange! Apne fingers se halke se bhi choone ki kosis nehi kiya hai? Very strange!
Me: Nehi... err... mera matlab... haa... matlab... halke se apni fingers ko touch zaroor kiya tha... par mujhe wo janbujhkar to nehi lage!
Chacha-ji: To kya jab bhi Ram tumhe peeche se pakadta hai uske fingers tumare...
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... zyadatar Ram jab mujhe peeche se pakadta hai to uska haat mere pet ke aspas hi rehta hai... par kal hi uske fingers halke se mere... err... mera matlab... mere breasts ko chuwa tha!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... kal... hmm....
I was looking impatiently at Chacha-ji and was wondering what deduction he would make regarding my son out of this action.
Chacha-ji: Uss waqt tum kya peheni huyi thi?
As soon as Chacha-ji asked me this question as if a lightning passed through my mind! Oh yes! Yesterday I was not wearing one of my regular nighties that I generally wear at night, but was wearing an old one as all my nighties were wet. And yes, while I was wearing that I did notice that it was somewhat more transparent than my other regular nighties, but I still decided to wear it as there was no other option.
Me: Err... meri black wali nighty Chacha-ji... par ek baat hai...
Chacha-ji: Kya?
Me: Kiyu ki kal mere sare nighty bhige huye the... to mai uss black wali nighty peheni thi... jo main aam taur pe nehi pehenti hu...
Chacha-ji: Kiyu nehi pehenti ho? Wo purani ho gayi hai ya kuch aur waja hai?
Me: Purani to zarur hai... aur... matlab... thoda zyada transparent bhi hai... err... Chacha-ji... kya iss liye kal Ram...???
Chacha-ji: Ho sakta hai Beti... aur kiyu ki tum Harpal ko doodh pilane ke chakkar mei bra bhi nehi pehenti ho... to phir tumhari ye ghanakar gol choochiyan dekhke agar bechare Ram ka khada bhi ho gaya hoga... tau mai usme Ram ka koi dosh nehi dekhta!
Chacha-ji had started talking to me in the same horny way like the other day and was using direct crude language to describe my breasts’ shape and size! I could not object even such was the environment! I could feel my body had started to respond to it also! In fact I was noticing that my embarrassment and shyness was making me horny!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ek tau tumhari figure itni shandar hai.... koi nehi kahega ke tum do bête ki maa ho.... upar se tum agar transparent nighty peheni huyi thi to tum lagbhag nangi hi thi uske samne?
Me: Nehi... nehi... utni bhi transparent nehi tha...
Chacha-ji: Are thik hai Beti... mai samajh sakta hoon baat... par tumhari jism expose to ho rahi thi naa Ram ke samne?
Me: Ji... thoda...
Chacha-ji: Mujhe lagta hai... jab wo tumhare badan se lipta hoga tau utni karreb se zarror tumhari choochiyan usse puri tarah dikh raha hoga aur usi mei uska khada ho gaya aur josh mei aake usne tumhari doodh ko dabane ki koshish kiya hoga.
Naturally I was feeling rather mortified as Chacha-ji continued to describe vividly what could have happened while my son was hugging me from behind. Realizing that my breathing got heavier, and instead of feeling ashamed or getting angry about my son’s dirty act, I was rather trying to recapitulate the moments when Ram had hugged me! I was also feeling contended the way my landlord certified that I did not look like a mom of two kids.
Chacha-ji: Oh! Ek baat poochna to mai bhul hi gaya!
Me: Aur kya poochna hai Chacha-ji?
We both smiled at each other.
Chacha-ji: Are tum wo books sahi hisab se secret place me Ram ke nazar se door rakhhi thi ke nehi?
Me: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... abhi to uska growing age hai aur ye sab hot books uske liye bilkul popcorn aur chips ke jaise hai... he will try to grab them at any cost!
Me: Aap bilkul befikar rahiye Chacha-ji... Ram wo books kabhi dhoond nehi payega.
Chacha-ji: Bahut accha... par tum wo books padi ke nehi Beti?
He asked me in such an eager manner as if those books contained the sayings of Swami Vivekanand!
Me: Ji... (in a whispering tone) ...par bahot hi gandi bhasha thi un books ki... aur pictures bhi bilkul vulgar hai...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... iss gandi bhasha ke karan to ye sab books bikti hai! Aur ye sab incest stories mei achhi pictures kaha se ayegi Beti... maa-bete aur baap-beti ki nangi tasvire hi to hogi naa... He he he he he...
Thought Chacha-ji was laughing, I was silent as I did not find anything to reply. The fact remained that when Ram went to college and after I had fed Harpal and finished my household chores, I did go through the books in the afternoon and remained extremely horny and heated up throughout that period. Since I was not in any physical contact with my husband, I was all the more keen to go through them! I made sure that I locked my bedroom properly and then started reading those porn books. To feel comfortable and at ease I even stripped off my sari and was in my petticoat and blouse while reading and I had to admit that though the language and presentation were too crude and vulgar, each of the story was very hot and full of excitement! I could not refrain myself from opening my blouse and pressing my naked breasts as I read through the hottest fucking sessions. I pinched and caressed my nipples and even fingered me opening my petticoat as I glanced through the vulgar intimate pictures in the books. I could not defy in my mind that I thoroughly enjoyed the stories.
Chacha-ji: Tumhe kaun si story sab se achchi lagi?
I was obviously not expecting this question and fumbled to reply. In no way I wanted to give Chacha-ji the feel that I really liked and enjoyed those horny stories.
Me: Mmm... Chacha-ji... err... mera matlab... maine saari nahin padi.
Chacha-ji: Tau kaun si padi?
Me: Wahi jo aapne bataya tha... mera matlab mother aur son wali.
Chacha-ji: Wah... usme to bahut jordar daba-dabi aur chumma-chati hai maa aur bete ki... Tum dekha uss mei kaise maa apne bete ko dheere dheere seduce karta hai apni adhi-nangi jism dikha kar?....aur bar bar apne bete ko chodne ke liye uksaati hai?
Chacha-ji probably was deliberately using all the dirty provocative words to humiliate and embarrass me more and more. He must have been enjoying this as time and again I noted that he was adjusting his lund and today even more brazenly as there was no cover of a book on his lap!
I sighed remembering my elated state while reading those books and hence just meekly nodded to him.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... why I am telling you to read those books Beti... then you will have a clear idea about what your son is up to... which is very important in order to reform him.
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: But you will be glad to know Beti... that I had been following Ram for the last couple of days... even sometimes outside our house and I have not found him guilty of any affinity towards any female, neither any woman older than him nor any girl of his age.
Me: Oh! Chacha-ji... ye to mujhe hi karna chahiye... beta to mera hai.... par aap... bahut bahut sukriya aap ko...
Chacha-ji: But Beti... we cannot be complacent depending on this data...
Me: Zahir hai...
Chacha-ji: Aur Beti ab se tumhe ye sunischit karna padega ke Ram bahar ki duniya ki taraf akarshit na ho aur na behek jaye...
Me: Par... kaise Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Ha... wohi point pe mai aa raha hoon... Dekho Beti... kiyu ki ghar mei tum hi ek-matra akeli aurat ho aur Ram ke sabse kareeb ho... to tumhe Ram ko kisi bhi keemat pe tumhari taraf akarshit karke rakhna hoga!
Me: Akarshit... matlab...
Chacha-ji: Akarshit matlab jo tum samajh rahi ho wohi... aur koi chara nehi hai... kiyu ki agar usko hum ek aisa vbtavaran nehi de paye jaha uska utsukta ka nivaran ho.... jaha uska jawan hone ka ehsaas ho... wo zaroor bahar ki duniya ki taraf jhookega.
Me: Magar...
Chacha-ji: Tum agar-magar kuch bhi bol sakti ho Beti... par jaise Ram ko jawan hone se tum nehi rok sakti, waise iss umar mei uss ka aurat ke sharir ke prati akarshit aur pralubdh hona bhi tum rok nehi sakti!
Chacha-ji paused and looked directly into my eyes.
Chacha-ji: Ab faisla tumhare haat mei hai.
Me: Par ye kaise ho sakta hai?
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... jaise jaise wo ye sex ke kitabe aur padhne lagega... aurat ki nangi tasveere dekhega... uska utsukta aur pyaas aur badhega asliyat mei usse pane ke liye... samajh rahi ho naa?
Me: Hmm...
Chacha-ji: Aur asliyat yani vastaav uske liye kya hai? Ye ghar hai... agar usse is ghar mei uska utsukta ka jawab milta hai to wo bahar nehi dekhega... aur agar wo cheez yaha nehi milta hai to wo kuch dino mei hi randi-bazar jana chalu karega jaha aurat ko wo nangi bhi payega aur kisi randi se sex ke path bhi padh lega!
Chacha-ji probably knew exactly how to mould me and block my mind such that I would have no other way but to surrender to him. And, exactly that happened.... the very word “randi-bazar” made me so frightened and nervous that it refrained my brain to function and I readily submitted to my perverted landlord’s clutches!
Me: Nehi... nehi... ye nehi ho sakta!
Chacha-ji: Ye ho jayga Beti agar tum aur ek din bhi waste kiye...kiyu ki ye cheez to tum manke chalo ke stories mei jo cheez wo padh raha hai... vastav mei wo cheez wo dainik dhoond raha hoga... aur zyada din ye agar usse nehi milta hai to...
Me: Mai samjh gayi Chacha-ji... ap jaldi bolo mujhe kya karna hai?
Chach-ji: Hmm... batata hoon... ab dekho Ram ke acharan se ye to spast hai ke tum usse pasand ho... matlab... wo tumhe stare karta hai, wo tumhe gaal pe kiss karta hai... tumse chipakta bhi hai... aur to aur... last time tumhari choochiyan bhi dabane ki kosis kiya hai...
I nodded. All that Chacha-ji said... I could not deny!
Chacha-ji: To mere khayal se tumhari pehli step ye hogi ke tum zyada se zyada time uske sang bitao... aur apni sundarta se use mohit karke rakhho.
Me: Sundarta se?
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... apne iss jawan kamatur sharir ki sundarta se! Yehi ek aakhri raasta hai Ram ko sudharne ke liye.
I was in complete command of my landlord and in the pretext of my son he had just started to exploit me!
Chacha-ji: Ha beti... tumhari ye jawani tumhare jawan bête to randi-bazar jane se bacha sakta hai! Tumhari pehli kadam hogi Ram ke kareeb rehna... aur visesh rup se uss time mei jab tum Harpal ko doodh pilati ho...
I almost exclaimed at this naughty suggestion – “Kya?”
Chacha-ji: Ha Beti... Mai chahta hoon ke tum jaan bujh ke Ram ke samne Harpal ko doodh pilao. Yaad rakhho ke Ram ko abhi nari sharir dekhne mei hi sab se interest hai... aur ye prayog...
Me: Par Chacha-ji... uske samne doodh pilayi to... mera matlab... Ram ko to meri...
Chacha-ji: Ha Beti... Mai yehi chahta hoon ke Ram ko tumhari mamme dikhayi de... iss mei sharam kiasa? Bete agar maa ki choochiyan dekhta hai to koi paap nehi hota bal ki wo agar doosri aurat ki nangi choochi dekhta to paap hota!
Me: Par...
Chacha-ji: Ab ye nirnay to tumhare haat mei hai beti... Ek baat mat bhulo... agar roz din mei do bar tum Ram ke samne Harpal ko stan-paan karati ho... to iss drisya ka asar Ram ke upar zaroor hoga...
Chacha-ji now looked at my boobs directly and even licked his lips!
Chacha-ji: ...yaha tak ki shaadi ke itne saalo baad bhi tumhari choochiyan itni ghanakar aur khada dikhta hai... koi bhi mard akarshit ho jayega! Aur ho sakta hai ke isi bahane uska ye gandi kitab padhne ka swabhab badal jaye! You never know!
I did not know what to answer; the elderly man had already broken all decency limits and things were going totally out of my hands! Chacha-ji just now praised the shape and outlook of my breasts... even licked his lips in appreciation of my breast beauty... and how they looked after several years of my marriage; not even in my wildest dreams I could imagine that my landlord describing this to me! I could not even develop any kind objection in my mind to his filthy proposal! I just continued to stare at his face bluntly.
Chacha-ji: Ye cheez tum aj shaam se hi chalu karo... but... but you don’t look confident at all... baat kya hai Beti?
Me: Mmm... err... nehi... nehi... kuch nehi Chahca-ji!
Chacha-ji: Are tum ye kaam kar paogi na?
Me: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: Ab se jo bhi tum aage karogi... sab Ram ke sudharne ki khatir... bas aise hi sochna!
Me: Ji... Chacha-ji... I can understand.
Chacha-ji: Par ek baat zaroor yaad rakhna Beti... aam taur pe jot um karti ho Harpal ko doodh pilane ke time me... wo yaha karne se apna maqsad pura nehi hoga...
I was naturally a bit confused. What was Chacha-ji trying to indicate?
Me: Mai samjhi nehi Chacha-ji... ap kaun si baat yaad rakhne ke liye bol rehe hain?
Chacha-ji: Mai samjhata hoon Beti... Aam taur pe tum Harpal ko godd mei leke doodh pilane ke waqt apni pallu se dhak leti ho naa...
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Ram ke samne wo cheez mat karna... taki doodh pilane ki poori prakriye Ram thik se dekh paye... samajh rahi ho na meri baat?
What was Chacha-ji saying? If I did not keep a cover with my pallu on the feeding baby, my son would be able to see my entire naked breast including my nipple being sucked by the baby!
Me: Par Chacha-ji... how can I do that? Ye to badi... mera matlab... ye to badi besharmi hogi...
Chacha-ji: Agar ye thodi si besharmi Ram ke dimag se gandi kitabon ka bhoot hata sakta hai... to besharmi-hi sahi!
There was nothing more that I could say or add to what Chacha-ji had spelt out and I just quietly nodded and offered my agreement to his proposed task of breastfeeding my baby in front of Ram!
An hour or so passed. I was in my bedroom while Ram was studying loudly in the other room and Harpal was playing on his own on the bed. Chacha-ji’s words naturally was haunting my mind and I was still not 100% confident to execute what was proposed to me. My heart rate and pulse rates were definitely higher than normal from the time Chacha-ji has left and my lips were getting dry time and again in my anticipation and nervousness. I glanced at the door and seeing there was no threat of being caught I quickly took Harpal in my lap and tried a rehearsal!
I sat on the bed and took Harpal on my lap. I pushed up my sari pallu towards my shoulder and opened the last two hooks of my blouse. Since I was not wearing any bra I tried to gently squeeze out my right breast, but it was not possible due to the big size of my breasts and I had to open another hook at least in order to squeeze out my nipple. So I opened another hook and pulled out more of my right mammary, obviously not fully, but till my nipple got exposed out of the blouse. I checked in the mirror how much I was exposing because this much Ram would be able to see and honestly I was scared to note that half of my fair round tit was clearly visible including my blackish brown areola and swollen right nipple which my baby had just grasped in his lips for sucking. I was a bit puzzled as to whether this sort of blatant exposure would be okay for my Class VIII son.
Just then I heard Ram’s voice.
Ram: Mummy... Mummy... ek bar ana please...
Me: Aayi!
Since the baby was eagerly sucking milk from my breast I did not hinder that process and went to the other room with Harpal in my lap. I was of course a bit annoyed as I could not complete my observation/rehearsal in front of the mirror as to how much I would be exposing to my son.
Me: Kya hai?
Ram: Dekho na Mummy... mere peeth pe kuch hai ke nehi? Lagatar Itching ho raha hai...
Saying that he quickly opened his T-shirt and faced the wall to show me his back and as he opened his T-shirt I could notice his shoulder muscles and the emerging V from his waist up to his armpits. I had seen Ram’s body in naked state so many times, but today there was something happening in me and I could not behave normally at all seeing my son’s smooth naked back.
Ram: Kuch hai kya?
Since the baby was sucking my right breast probably I felt all the more uncomfortable. My eyes were riveted on his naked back and I had started to breathe heavier. Though I could recognize that I was making a normal and regular thing complicated for myself, I could not stop myself thinking the sensual way.
Me: Dekhe to shai...
I leaned and touched his naked back and my whole body as if trembled in an untold excitement for a moment. My whole body as if ached and I licked my dry lips and even briskly scratched my pussy area over my sari and petticoat to remain calm and composed.
Me: Hmm... kuch to hai... lal dane jaisa...
Chacha-ji: Beti... ye to bahut natural hai... tumhari jawani... tumhari ye sundar shape... gora badan... us-e akarshit kar raha hai... aur ye to bilkul swabhabik hai...
I was obviously somewhat annoyed at such a loose comment from Chacha-ji.
Me: Ye kaise swabhavik ho sakta hai Chacha-ji? Har bête kya apni maa ko iss nazar se dekhta hai? Issi gandi soch ko to hume sudharna hai...
Chacha-ji: Zarur sudharna hai Beti... par Ram ka jo umar hai wo ek parivartan aur tabdilili se gujar raha hai... so you have to be v-e-r-y patient... mard aur aurat ke jaun-sambandh aur maithun ke bare mei wo abhi jaan raha hai... aurat ke sharir ke rahasya mei wo bada utsuk hai...
Chacha-ji probably paused a second so that I could grasp what he tried to mean.
Chacha-ji: Beti....is bich agar tum us-e rokogi... tokogi... ya fir harbadi mei koi decision logi... to wo tumse chupake sara kaam karne lagega... that’s why I said you have to be extremely patient.
I could feel that what this elderly man was saying probably made sense.
Me: Ji... mai jaldi bol gayi... ap shayad sehi bol rahe hain!
Chacha-ji: Aur Ram ke iss growing age mei hume us-e har tarah ki support karna chahiye... naki pratibandh aur rok...
Me: Ji... mai samjh gayi... ap jaise bolenge mai waisa hi karoongi Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Beti, tum agar thoda compromise aj karti ho... kal ke liye wo Ram ke liye swdarthak hoga!
Me: Ji...
Unknowingly I was getting entangled inside the web of my elderly landlord’s perversion.
Chacha-ji: Iss liye Ram ke har ek movement mere liye jan-na bahut zaruri hai Beti...
Me: Hmm... mai samajh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: Ab ye batao ke ye do din mei Ram jo tumshe chipkata tha... wo kya aage se ya peechhe se tumhare kareeb ata tha?
I thought for a while recapturing the moments in my mind when my son hugged me in the kitchen or elsewhere.
Me: Umm... normally Chacha-ji.... matlab... peeche se!
Chacha-ji (almost muttering): Saali randi ke liye ye normal baat hai ki uska jawan beta us se roz peeche se chipakata hai!
Me: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Kuch nehi Beti... mai ye keh raha tha ke ye jo Ram tumhe peeche alingan karta hai... tau tum apni pichwade pe uska lund feel kiya tha ki nahi?
Chacha-ji again started injecting bold direct physical words in our conversation which immediately made me feel embarrassed and blushed.
Me: Haan... shayad thoda kiya tha...
Chacha-ji: Matlab... uska khada tha?
Me: Khada?... err... matlab... haan shayad... par mai thik se dhyan nehi de payi... kitchen mei kaam jo kar rahi thi.
Chacha-ji: Ram ka lund zarur khada tha Beti jab wo tumhare karreeb tha... ye to swabhabik sharirik prakriya hai... (thinking for a while looking upwards) kya woh apna lund tumhari gaand per ragad raha tha?
I naturally objected immediately as nothing of that sort happened.
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa kuch Ram kabhi nehi kiya hai!
Chacha-ji: Thik se socho Beti... ragad agar nahi bhi raha tha par zaroor wo uska lund tumhare gaand par daba raha hoga?
I thought for a while and had to admit that Chacha-ji was correct.
Me (nodding): Ji Chacha-ji... aap sehi bole... usne apna lu... err...I mean.... pressure to de raha tha mere peechhe.
Chacha-ji: Beti... bura mat manna... iss liye hi mai pooch raha tha kiyu ki ye harkat to normal hai ek jawan ladke ke liye karna.
I just remained quiet and as if waited for the next perverted question!
Chacha-ji: Yaha pe aur ek baat mehetwopurn hai...
I looked questionably at him. Chacha-ji nodded and took his left hand right onto his crotch area and started massaging his cock directly in front of me!
Chacha-ji: Ye jo Ram tumhe roz peeche se chipakta hai... uska khada lund tumhari pichwade mei dabata hai... uska irada tum samajh payi?
Me: Irada?
Chacha-ji: Kya tum ye dhyan nehi di ke Ram ka irada sirf uska lund tumhari mangsal pichwade pe dabana nehi tha... bal ki wo tumhari ass crack pe apna lund ghusane ki kosis mei hai!
Me: What? Kabhi nehi... aisa kuch bhi nehi hua Chacha-ji... aap Ram pe bewaja ilzam laga rahe ho!
I honestly did not find my son trying to do that, but day before yesterday when he hugged me from behind... I was totally unprepared and the posture was such that my heavy ass bumped on his crotch as I tried to move away initially from his hug and I clearly felt his hardened rod on my ass crack for a moment.
Chacha-ji: Tumhe shayad kharab lag raha hai meri baat... but you must also remember that I must have a clear understanding of Ram’s behavior... then only I can clearly see through his intentions... are you getting me Beti?
Me: Ji... ji... par aap ko kya lagta hai Chacha-ji... Ram kya puri tarah se bigad chukka hai?
My motherly mind was naturally very, very anxious about the state of my son’s adolescence.
Chacha-ji: Wo kehne ki waqt abhi nehi aya hai Beti... let me first know the whole aspect.
Me: Hmm... okay...
Chacha-ji: Aachha ab thik se soch-ke ek baat batao...
Me: Kya Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Jab Ram tumhe peeche se chipak kar apna lund tumhari pichwade par dabata hai... tau kya usne tumhari dono doodh ko bhi dabane ki kosish karta hai?
I blushed instantly and could not reply anything instantly.
Chacha-ji: Are beti... tum to shadi-shuda ho... tum kya nehi janti mard-logo ke achran? Aurat ke doodh dabane ka to bahana chahiye! Aur aisa bhi to nehi hai ke (he looked directly at my twin mammaries) ...tumhari mamme chote hai......ausndar hai... jhulne lage hai... jo Ram ko akarshit nehi karega!
Talking to this elderly man was indeed getting extremely embarrassing for me the way he was chatting. He clearly said (without saying) that my breasts are big, appealing and erect for any male to super-like. I could instantly feel an erection in my nipples and since today I was not wearing any bra the effect was much more profound and my nipples started to harden and swell making me awfully uncomfortable sitting before a male. Moreover, I could sense that my thighs had started to emit slight amount of heat and it was difficult for me to sit still.
Chacha-ji: Ram bhi to jawan ho raha hai! Usse bhi pata chal raha hai ke kis harkat se anand milta hai aur kis-se nehi...
I was feeling so embarrassed that I was not able to utter a word. In the pretext of adjusting my pallu I pushed my hands more towards my body and virtually tried to press my own breasts to feel at ease! Seeing me to blush, Chacha-ji repeated his question and he probably was more encouraged and smashed all decency levels!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... chup rehne se kaise hoga.... Batao to sehi... Ram jab tumse close hota hai... kya wo tumhari ye sugothit badi badi choochiyan dabane ki kosish nehi karta?
I had to answer now!
Me: Err... nehi Chacha-ji... Ram kabhi... matlab.... abhi tak to dabaya nahi hai...
Chacha-ji: Strange! Apne fingers se halke se bhi choone ki kosis nehi kiya hai? Very strange!
Me: Nehi... err... mera matlab... haa... matlab... halke se apni fingers ko touch zaroor kiya tha... par mujhe wo janbujhkar to nehi lage!
Chacha-ji: To kya jab bhi Ram tumhe peeche se pakadta hai uske fingers tumare...
Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... zyadatar Ram jab mujhe peeche se pakadta hai to uska haat mere pet ke aspas hi rehta hai... par kal hi uske fingers halke se mere... err... mera matlab... mere breasts ko chuwa tha!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... kal... hmm....
I was looking impatiently at Chacha-ji and was wondering what deduction he would make regarding my son out of this action.
Chacha-ji: Uss waqt tum kya peheni huyi thi?
As soon as Chacha-ji asked me this question as if a lightning passed through my mind! Oh yes! Yesterday I was not wearing one of my regular nighties that I generally wear at night, but was wearing an old one as all my nighties were wet. And yes, while I was wearing that I did notice that it was somewhat more transparent than my other regular nighties, but I still decided to wear it as there was no other option.
Me: Err... meri black wali nighty Chacha-ji... par ek baat hai...
Chacha-ji: Kya?
Me: Kiyu ki kal mere sare nighty bhige huye the... to mai uss black wali nighty peheni thi... jo main aam taur pe nehi pehenti hu...
Chacha-ji: Kiyu nehi pehenti ho? Wo purani ho gayi hai ya kuch aur waja hai?
Me: Purani to zarur hai... aur... matlab... thoda zyada transparent bhi hai... err... Chacha-ji... kya iss liye kal Ram...???
Chacha-ji: Ho sakta hai Beti... aur kiyu ki tum Harpal ko doodh pilane ke chakkar mei bra bhi nehi pehenti ho... to phir tumhari ye ghanakar gol choochiyan dekhke agar bechare Ram ka khada bhi ho gaya hoga... tau mai usme Ram ka koi dosh nehi dekhta!
Chacha-ji had started talking to me in the same horny way like the other day and was using direct crude language to describe my breasts’ shape and size! I could not object even such was the environment! I could feel my body had started to respond to it also! In fact I was noticing that my embarrassment and shyness was making me horny!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ek tau tumhari figure itni shandar hai.... koi nehi kahega ke tum do bête ki maa ho.... upar se tum agar transparent nighty peheni huyi thi to tum lagbhag nangi hi thi uske samne?
Me: Nehi... nehi... utni bhi transparent nehi tha...
Chacha-ji: Are thik hai Beti... mai samajh sakta hoon baat... par tumhari jism expose to ho rahi thi naa Ram ke samne?
Me: Ji... thoda...
Chacha-ji: Mujhe lagta hai... jab wo tumhare badan se lipta hoga tau utni karreb se zarror tumhari choochiyan usse puri tarah dikh raha hoga aur usi mei uska khada ho gaya aur josh mei aake usne tumhari doodh ko dabane ki koshish kiya hoga.
Naturally I was feeling rather mortified as Chacha-ji continued to describe vividly what could have happened while my son was hugging me from behind. Realizing that my breathing got heavier, and instead of feeling ashamed or getting angry about my son’s dirty act, I was rather trying to recapitulate the moments when Ram had hugged me! I was also feeling contended the way my landlord certified that I did not look like a mom of two kids.
Chacha-ji: Oh! Ek baat poochna to mai bhul hi gaya!
Me: Aur kya poochna hai Chacha-ji?
We both smiled at each other.
Chacha-ji: Are tum wo books sahi hisab se secret place me Ram ke nazar se door rakhhi thi ke nehi?
Me: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... abhi to uska growing age hai aur ye sab hot books uske liye bilkul popcorn aur chips ke jaise hai... he will try to grab them at any cost!
Me: Aap bilkul befikar rahiye Chacha-ji... Ram wo books kabhi dhoond nehi payega.
Chacha-ji: Bahut accha... par tum wo books padi ke nehi Beti?
He asked me in such an eager manner as if those books contained the sayings of Swami Vivekanand!
Me: Ji... (in a whispering tone) ...par bahot hi gandi bhasha thi un books ki... aur pictures bhi bilkul vulgar hai...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... iss gandi bhasha ke karan to ye sab books bikti hai! Aur ye sab incest stories mei achhi pictures kaha se ayegi Beti... maa-bete aur baap-beti ki nangi tasvire hi to hogi naa... He he he he he...
Thought Chacha-ji was laughing, I was silent as I did not find anything to reply. The fact remained that when Ram went to college and after I had fed Harpal and finished my household chores, I did go through the books in the afternoon and remained extremely horny and heated up throughout that period. Since I was not in any physical contact with my husband, I was all the more keen to go through them! I made sure that I locked my bedroom properly and then started reading those porn books. To feel comfortable and at ease I even stripped off my sari and was in my petticoat and blouse while reading and I had to admit that though the language and presentation were too crude and vulgar, each of the story was very hot and full of excitement! I could not refrain myself from opening my blouse and pressing my naked breasts as I read through the hottest fucking sessions. I pinched and caressed my nipples and even fingered me opening my petticoat as I glanced through the vulgar intimate pictures in the books. I could not defy in my mind that I thoroughly enjoyed the stories.
Chacha-ji: Tumhe kaun si story sab se achchi lagi?
I was obviously not expecting this question and fumbled to reply. In no way I wanted to give Chacha-ji the feel that I really liked and enjoyed those horny stories.
Me: Mmm... Chacha-ji... err... mera matlab... maine saari nahin padi.
Chacha-ji: Tau kaun si padi?
Me: Wahi jo aapne bataya tha... mera matlab mother aur son wali.
Chacha-ji: Wah... usme to bahut jordar daba-dabi aur chumma-chati hai maa aur bete ki... Tum dekha uss mei kaise maa apne bete ko dheere dheere seduce karta hai apni adhi-nangi jism dikha kar?....aur bar bar apne bete ko chodne ke liye uksaati hai?
Chacha-ji probably was deliberately using all the dirty provocative words to humiliate and embarrass me more and more. He must have been enjoying this as time and again I noted that he was adjusting his lund and today even more brazenly as there was no cover of a book on his lap!
I sighed remembering my elated state while reading those books and hence just meekly nodded to him.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... why I am telling you to read those books Beti... then you will have a clear idea about what your son is up to... which is very important in order to reform him.
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: But you will be glad to know Beti... that I had been following Ram for the last couple of days... even sometimes outside our house and I have not found him guilty of any affinity towards any female, neither any woman older than him nor any girl of his age.
Me: Oh! Chacha-ji... ye to mujhe hi karna chahiye... beta to mera hai.... par aap... bahut bahut sukriya aap ko...
Chacha-ji: But Beti... we cannot be complacent depending on this data...
Me: Zahir hai...
Chacha-ji: Aur Beti ab se tumhe ye sunischit karna padega ke Ram bahar ki duniya ki taraf akarshit na ho aur na behek jaye...
Me: Par... kaise Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Ha... wohi point pe mai aa raha hoon... Dekho Beti... kiyu ki ghar mei tum hi ek-matra akeli aurat ho aur Ram ke sabse kareeb ho... to tumhe Ram ko kisi bhi keemat pe tumhari taraf akarshit karke rakhna hoga!
Me: Akarshit... matlab...
Chacha-ji: Akarshit matlab jo tum samajh rahi ho wohi... aur koi chara nehi hai... kiyu ki agar usko hum ek aisa vbtavaran nehi de paye jaha uska utsukta ka nivaran ho.... jaha uska jawan hone ka ehsaas ho... wo zaroor bahar ki duniya ki taraf jhookega.
Me: Magar...
Chacha-ji: Tum agar-magar kuch bhi bol sakti ho Beti... par jaise Ram ko jawan hone se tum nehi rok sakti, waise iss umar mei uss ka aurat ke sharir ke prati akarshit aur pralubdh hona bhi tum rok nehi sakti!
Chacha-ji paused and looked directly into my eyes.
Chacha-ji: Ab faisla tumhare haat mei hai.
Me: Par ye kaise ho sakta hai?
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... jaise jaise wo ye sex ke kitabe aur padhne lagega... aurat ki nangi tasveere dekhega... uska utsukta aur pyaas aur badhega asliyat mei usse pane ke liye... samajh rahi ho naa?
Me: Hmm...
Chacha-ji: Aur asliyat yani vastaav uske liye kya hai? Ye ghar hai... agar usse is ghar mei uska utsukta ka jawab milta hai to wo bahar nehi dekhega... aur agar wo cheez yaha nehi milta hai to wo kuch dino mei hi randi-bazar jana chalu karega jaha aurat ko wo nangi bhi payega aur kisi randi se sex ke path bhi padh lega!
Chacha-ji probably knew exactly how to mould me and block my mind such that I would have no other way but to surrender to him. And, exactly that happened.... the very word “randi-bazar” made me so frightened and nervous that it refrained my brain to function and I readily submitted to my perverted landlord’s clutches!
Me: Nehi... nehi... ye nehi ho sakta!
Chacha-ji: Ye ho jayga Beti agar tum aur ek din bhi waste kiye...kiyu ki ye cheez to tum manke chalo ke stories mei jo cheez wo padh raha hai... vastav mei wo cheez wo dainik dhoond raha hoga... aur zyada din ye agar usse nehi milta hai to...
Me: Mai samjh gayi Chacha-ji... ap jaldi bolo mujhe kya karna hai?
Chach-ji: Hmm... batata hoon... ab dekho Ram ke acharan se ye to spast hai ke tum usse pasand ho... matlab... wo tumhe stare karta hai, wo tumhe gaal pe kiss karta hai... tumse chipakta bhi hai... aur to aur... last time tumhari choochiyan bhi dabane ki kosis kiya hai...
I nodded. All that Chacha-ji said... I could not deny!
Chacha-ji: To mere khayal se tumhari pehli step ye hogi ke tum zyada se zyada time uske sang bitao... aur apni sundarta se use mohit karke rakhho.
Me: Sundarta se?
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... apne iss jawan kamatur sharir ki sundarta se! Yehi ek aakhri raasta hai Ram ko sudharne ke liye.
I was in complete command of my landlord and in the pretext of my son he had just started to exploit me!
Chacha-ji: Ha beti... tumhari ye jawani tumhare jawan bête to randi-bazar jane se bacha sakta hai! Tumhari pehli kadam hogi Ram ke kareeb rehna... aur visesh rup se uss time mei jab tum Harpal ko doodh pilati ho...
I almost exclaimed at this naughty suggestion – “Kya?”
Chacha-ji: Ha Beti... Mai chahta hoon ke tum jaan bujh ke Ram ke samne Harpal ko doodh pilao. Yaad rakhho ke Ram ko abhi nari sharir dekhne mei hi sab se interest hai... aur ye prayog...
Me: Par Chacha-ji... uske samne doodh pilayi to... mera matlab... Ram ko to meri...
Chacha-ji: Ha Beti... Mai yehi chahta hoon ke Ram ko tumhari mamme dikhayi de... iss mei sharam kiasa? Bete agar maa ki choochiyan dekhta hai to koi paap nehi hota bal ki wo agar doosri aurat ki nangi choochi dekhta to paap hota!
Me: Par...
Chacha-ji: Ab ye nirnay to tumhare haat mei hai beti... Ek baat mat bhulo... agar roz din mei do bar tum Ram ke samne Harpal ko stan-paan karati ho... to iss drisya ka asar Ram ke upar zaroor hoga...
Chacha-ji now looked at my boobs directly and even licked his lips!
Chacha-ji: ...yaha tak ki shaadi ke itne saalo baad bhi tumhari choochiyan itni ghanakar aur khada dikhta hai... koi bhi mard akarshit ho jayega! Aur ho sakta hai ke isi bahane uska ye gandi kitab padhne ka swabhab badal jaye! You never know!
I did not know what to answer; the elderly man had already broken all decency limits and things were going totally out of my hands! Chacha-ji just now praised the shape and outlook of my breasts... even licked his lips in appreciation of my breast beauty... and how they looked after several years of my marriage; not even in my wildest dreams I could imagine that my landlord describing this to me! I could not even develop any kind objection in my mind to his filthy proposal! I just continued to stare at his face bluntly.
Chacha-ji: Ye cheez tum aj shaam se hi chalu karo... but... but you don’t look confident at all... baat kya hai Beti?
Me: Mmm... err... nehi... nehi... kuch nehi Chahca-ji!
Chacha-ji: Are tum ye kaam kar paogi na?
Me: Ji... ji...
Chacha-ji: Ab se jo bhi tum aage karogi... sab Ram ke sudharne ki khatir... bas aise hi sochna!
Me: Ji... Chacha-ji... I can understand.
Chacha-ji: Par ek baat zaroor yaad rakhna Beti... aam taur pe jot um karti ho Harpal ko doodh pilane ke time me... wo yaha karne se apna maqsad pura nehi hoga...
I was naturally a bit confused. What was Chacha-ji trying to indicate?
Me: Mai samjhi nehi Chacha-ji... ap kaun si baat yaad rakhne ke liye bol rehe hain?
Chacha-ji: Mai samjhata hoon Beti... Aam taur pe tum Harpal ko godd mei leke doodh pilane ke waqt apni pallu se dhak leti ho naa...
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Ram ke samne wo cheez mat karna... taki doodh pilane ki poori prakriye Ram thik se dekh paye... samajh rahi ho na meri baat?
What was Chacha-ji saying? If I did not keep a cover with my pallu on the feeding baby, my son would be able to see my entire naked breast including my nipple being sucked by the baby!
Me: Par Chacha-ji... how can I do that? Ye to badi... mera matlab... ye to badi besharmi hogi...
Chacha-ji: Agar ye thodi si besharmi Ram ke dimag se gandi kitabon ka bhoot hata sakta hai... to besharmi-hi sahi!
There was nothing more that I could say or add to what Chacha-ji had spelt out and I just quietly nodded and offered my agreement to his proposed task of breastfeeding my baby in front of Ram!
An hour or so passed. I was in my bedroom while Ram was studying loudly in the other room and Harpal was playing on his own on the bed. Chacha-ji’s words naturally was haunting my mind and I was still not 100% confident to execute what was proposed to me. My heart rate and pulse rates were definitely higher than normal from the time Chacha-ji has left and my lips were getting dry time and again in my anticipation and nervousness. I glanced at the door and seeing there was no threat of being caught I quickly took Harpal in my lap and tried a rehearsal!
I sat on the bed and took Harpal on my lap. I pushed up my sari pallu towards my shoulder and opened the last two hooks of my blouse. Since I was not wearing any bra I tried to gently squeeze out my right breast, but it was not possible due to the big size of my breasts and I had to open another hook at least in order to squeeze out my nipple. So I opened another hook and pulled out more of my right mammary, obviously not fully, but till my nipple got exposed out of the blouse. I checked in the mirror how much I was exposing because this much Ram would be able to see and honestly I was scared to note that half of my fair round tit was clearly visible including my blackish brown areola and swollen right nipple which my baby had just grasped in his lips for sucking. I was a bit puzzled as to whether this sort of blatant exposure would be okay for my Class VIII son.
Just then I heard Ram’s voice.
Ram: Mummy... Mummy... ek bar ana please...
Me: Aayi!
Since the baby was eagerly sucking milk from my breast I did not hinder that process and went to the other room with Harpal in my lap. I was of course a bit annoyed as I could not complete my observation/rehearsal in front of the mirror as to how much I would be exposing to my son.
Me: Kya hai?
Ram: Dekho na Mummy... mere peeth pe kuch hai ke nehi? Lagatar Itching ho raha hai...
Saying that he quickly opened his T-shirt and faced the wall to show me his back and as he opened his T-shirt I could notice his shoulder muscles and the emerging V from his waist up to his armpits. I had seen Ram’s body in naked state so many times, but today there was something happening in me and I could not behave normally at all seeing my son’s smooth naked back.
Ram: Kuch hai kya?
Since the baby was sucking my right breast probably I felt all the more uncomfortable. My eyes were riveted on his naked back and I had started to breathe heavier. Though I could recognize that I was making a normal and regular thing complicated for myself, I could not stop myself thinking the sensual way.
Me: Dekhe to shai...
I leaned and touched his naked back and my whole body as if trembled in an untold excitement for a moment. My whole body as if ached and I licked my dry lips and even briskly scratched my pussy area over my sari and petticoat to remain calm and composed.
Me: Hmm... kuch to hai... lal dane jaisa...
