Update 05
Ram: Pur-e peeth mei hai Mummy?
Me: Ne...nehi... be...beech mei...
I was not able to talk properly as my left hand rubbed and felt his smooth naked back. I had started to exhale warm breaths and I could sense Harpal rejecting the nipple under my pallu as my nipples were getting harder and stiffer.
Ram: Kya lagayu Mummy? Bahut khujli ho rahi hai...
Me: Mai... mai... mai dekhti hoon...
Ram: Okay Mummy... tum Harpi ko doodh pila lo us-ke baad kuch laga dena... tum baitho na yaha?
I was not at all prepared for that request from my son! It was exactly what Chacha-ji wanted me to do! Obviously I got more edgy and now Ram was also facing me and he obviously might note my heavy boobs going up and down and uneasy state. Ram at that time was arranging some old clothes and I just sat in front on him on the divan while Harpal continued to suck milk from my mammaries.
Ram: Oye Harpi... mere bhai... thoda jaldi jaldi peele.. mujhe bahut khujli ho raha hai! Mummy... ye to jab dekho tabhi doodh pee raha hai? Din mei kitna bar peeta hai ye?
I tried my best to get to my normal self and tried to act normally with my son, but unfortunately was unable to hide my heavy bosom from going up and down.
Me: Mai kya ginn ke rakhti hoon?
Ram: Tum to jab bhi wo rota hai... usse doodh pilati ho... kaash mere paas bhi aisa kuch hota...
Me: Kiyu tujhe kya chahiye?
Ram: Mujhe bhi to doodh kitna pasand hai... tum kya janti nehi.... par tum to mujhe sirf do bar-i doodh deti ho!
Me: Are suno iski baat! Doodhwala jitna doodh deta hai utnahi to tujhe milega naa! Mai to chhaye bhi raw peeti hoon teri waje se!
Ram: Nehi Mummy... tum jhoot bol rahi ho!
Me: Jhoot? (smiling) Are mai tujhse khamkha jhoot kiyu bolungi?
Ram: Doodhwala-Chacha mujhe sach bol diya hai!
Me (frowning): Doodhwale chacha?
Ram: Ha Mummy... Doodhwala-Chacha bola hai ke main to pariyapt doodh deta hoon par tumhari mummy usse chupa leti hai... iss liye mujhe nehi milta...
Though I was talking to Ram I was not looking directly in his eyes and was as if more concerned with my sari and the feeding baby so that I could note how much he was peeping at me.
Me (amused): Chupa leti hoon? Par kaha? Kitchen to khula pada hai... tu dekh le!
Ram: Kitchen mei nehi...
Me: To aur kaha? Aur to aur... mai kis ke liye doodh chupake rakhongi?
Ram: Aur kiske liye... ye jo hai mere samne... mera bhai... Harpi!
Me: What? Ye kya bakwas hai?
Ram: Mai sahi bola iss liye tum naraz ho gayi...
I realized that I must not react in front of him, rather try to find out what the milkman had said to him.
Me: Nehi nehi beta... mai naraz kaha hoon?
Ram: Mujhe laga ke tum...
Me: Nehi beta.... aisi koi baat nehi hai... par mai ye zaroor jann-na chahti hoon ke doodwale-chacha tujhe exactly kya bola hai?
Ram: Doodhwala-Chacha bola hai ke tum usse jo doodh leti ho uska adha hissa apni mamme mei chupa leti ho aur mujhe baki adha hissa milta hai...
My mouth opened up in sheer amazement and exclaimed state. I was dumbstruck! How could the milkman comment like that! What audacity!
Ram: Mummy, Doodhwala-chacha kya kuch galat bola hai? Tumhari mamme jo hamesha badi badi dikhti hai... wo kya uska diya hua doodh se nehi?
I was totally clueless. What nonsense was this! What to say?
Ram: Par Mummy agar Doodhwala-Chacha galat bola hota to ye jo Harpi roz tumhari mamme choosta hai... to tumhari mamme ki size to choti ho jati... par wo to hamehsa bhara hua aur badi badi dikhti hai...
Ram continued to babble out his innocence which in turn opened my eyes about my milkman.
Me: Ye sab tujhe wo doodhwala bola hai?
Ram: Ji Mummy... ek din mai usko bahut daata ye bolke ke wo doodh kam deta hai aur mujhe paryapt doodh nehi milta hai... tab jake wo asliyat mujhe samjhaya!
This milkman was giving us milk for the last few months or so. To me he looked pretty decent and since he was a middle aged person, I never suspected anything dirty about him. But now I could realize that he must have been eyeing me for sometime! I was naturally curious to know what more rubbish he had told my son!
Me: Wo... mera matlab... wo tera doodhwale-chacha aur kya bataya tujhe mere bar-e mei?
I could comprehend that I had to be somewhat shameless in front of my son to know the truth.
Me: Ram... mera matlab... aur kuch wo bola mere... (I lowered my voice) ...mere... (I was literally fumbling) ... aur kuch wo bola mere mamme ke bare mei?
Ram: Bola naa Mummy... ke tumhare dono mamme bahut sundar hai kyon ki wo hameisha doodh se bhara rehta hai... iss liye hamehsa khada rehta hai...
Ram thought for a moment and added innocently...
Ram: Aur janti ho Mummy... doodhwala-chacha ko bhi mere jaisa doodh bahut pasand hai... aur wo ye bhi keh raha tha ke gilas se doodh pine ka wo maza nehi hai... jo mamme chhos ke pine ka hai...
“Sal-e harami ke pille” I murmured in my mind. I was so, so annoyed about the dirty talks of our milkman.
Me: Aur... tu.. tu kya bola?
Ram: Mai kya bolta... mai to has raha tha... itna budbak jo wo nikle...
Me: Ki... kiyu?
Ram: Are mai to bada ho gaya hoon... Mai kya tumhari mamme chooos ke doodh piyunga? Wo to Harpi ka kaam hai... par Doodhwala-Chacha bol raha tha ke tumhari mummy ke dono mamme itna sundar hai... itna golmatol hai... itna paripurn hai... itna doodh se bhara hai... ke mai ye dekh-ke bhi kaise gilas se doodh pita hoon!
I just looked blank hearing all this! What my son just told me made me simply shocked and thunderstruck. I just sat like a statue.
That confounded milkman! How could he inject such gibberish into my innocent son’s head? Simultaneously I was amazed by the audacity of that thug to discuss my breasts with my son!
I immediately realized that it was a big mistake on my part to take the milk from him without covering myself adequately because most of the days the milkman comes early in the morning and he invariably found me in my nightdress. Though I always made it a point to cover my upper part with a chunri before going in front of him, now I realize that it was not enough for covering him from the eyes of that pervert!
Was I still exposing too much to the milkman? I was honestly confused. I thought it was quite okay going in front of him like that, but reality definitely was speaking something else. Though my breasts remained bra-less, but the cover of the nighty and the chunri were adequate I thought, but now I could comprehend that harami ruffian was eyeing my big-sized breasts even under cover. Usually the milkman sat some feet away from the main door and waited for me sitting on the floor with his bucket of milk and I had to walk to him to hand over my utensil in which he poured the milk. My big and heavy bra-less boobs must have swayed and jiggled as I walked down to him and he must have enjotyed that thoroughly and that too in a regular way. Also, while handing him over the utensil, I had to bend towards him which might have given him a view of my cleavage over my low cut nighty and semi-transparent chunri. As I thought about this deeply I also gathered that the type of pervert he was he surely must have been enjoying my walk back to the house after I took the milk from him. And more so as from a sitting posture his eyes would have been almost in line with my pumpkin-like heavy-fleshed buttocks which must have swayed and shook in a sexy way inside my nighty in my panty-less condition.
Me: Hmmm...
I could well realize that all these must have made him pretty horny which in turn instigated him to make such vulgar and offensive remarks about me to my son!
Me: Dekh Ram... wo adami sadak-chap hai... uska baat ka yakin mat karna... ye sab baat sach nehi hai... uss doodhwale ki to mai kal hi chutti karunga ...
Ram: To sach kya hai Mummy? Tumhari mamme hamesha itni badi badi kaise dikhti hai?
I could sense that it would be a rather messy and embarrassing task for me to explain my son why my breasts appeared big-sized and full. I could sense that my body
and senses were also getting ‘heated up’ to talk about all this with a male (my son). Hence I had no other option but to change the topic.
Me: Abhi ye sab baat chod... mai tujhe sari baat baad mei samjha doongi... tu bas... uss adami se kabhi bhi baat mat karna... thik hai?
Ram: Ji... par Mummy abhi samjhao na... mujhe janna hai!
I had to do something to get my son off that track because if I continued to chat with him on that topic of milk, breast size, and breast-milk, I would surely
land up in a clumsy and embarrassing state. I instantly thought of Chacha-ji’s dose and somewhat of a visual erotica for my son could certainly save me in this
situation.
I quickly decided to expose my mammary to Ram while breastfeeding as Chacha-ji had advised me. This time I found that surprisingly I was not feeling nervous at all to expose myself in front of my son, rather I was more than eager to do so such that Ram would deviate from the milkman topic!
Me: Ek minute... pehle mai Harpal ko sula doon...
I had already observed that though Ram was talking to me he was time and again looking at Harpal who was sucking my right breast and making a constant sexy
resonance “chuk... chuk... chuk... chuk...”
Me: Beta.... mera raja beta.... abhi chod do... pee liya naa...
Saying that I slowly raised my pallu a bit more on the right so that my right breast was completely visible to Ram and I unhurriedly removed the baby’s lips off my
right nipple and pushed my blouse down to cover my half-exposed right breast. I made sure that I gave ample opportunity to my grownup son to have a look at his
mom’s fair-looking full and round tit as well as my blackish-brown swollen and glistening right nipple with a milk drop still crowning the tip of it. Finally I
pulled down my pallu to look decent.
I could not meet eyes with him out of natural shyness, but I was fully aware that he was watching my naughty act with utmost eagerness. The very sensation that a
male had peeped onto my naked breast and had seen my bare nipple made my blood start to gush through my vessels.
Me: Chal... pehle mai tera khujli ka ilaj kar deta hoon... wo karna hai ke nehi?
Ram: Yes, yes Mummy... bahut khujli ho raha hai...
I scored over my son and was able to deviate him from the milkman topic. Naturally I was also more than relieved and I quickly went ahead to get a suitable cream
for him from the shelf, but just as I was doing that I noted a bulge in his half-pant! Though my son was trying hard to hide it, but his erect penis was quite evident in his tight half-pant and surely the erection was due to me! The very thought made me shy and blushing and I giggled on my own.
Ram: Mummy... am ready...
Ram was taking off his T-shirt, but my eyes were still fixed on the triangular tent formed in his pant, which was indeed a result of my boob exposure! I had to admit that Chacha-ji was absolutely right – my Ram was no longer a child, he was growing up! Though my son still talked innocently and believed to all those bullshit talks of the milkman, but he had grown up physically! He was a ‘male’ now!
Ram quickly lied down on the bed in a prone posture with his bare backside towards me. Though I was not able to provide my son very nutritious food, but still he had a well developed stature for a boy of class VIII. Since he exercised on his own, he had a somewhat muscular figure too. As I touched his naked skin and started rubbing the cream on his back, something was happening within me! I felt like... as if it was not my son... I was touching some other male!
My whole body ached and even in a bra-less condition I was feeling tightness in my breasts! I took a couple of deep breaths to recompose myself but to no avail. I could sense my fleshy thighs had also started to emit heat and this was indeed a definitive sign for any female that she was getting heated up sexually! For the first time ever in my life I was getting a turn-on through my son!!!
Initially I was rubbing the cream with my right hand but now involuntarily I was massaging my son’s back with both hands. The coldness of the cream and my warm soft palms must have been giving him great comfort from the itch as Ram emitted soft sounds of relief. The touch of my son’s smooth naked flat back - from his muscular shoulders to his waist area - was making me lose my composure!
Was my husband’s constant ‘physical absence’ from me taking a toll on me? My horniness was taking over my self-control and in no time I surpassed my task of relieving my son from his itches and went ahead! The itch problem was confined to the middle of his back, but I had already rubbed the cream all over his back in my horniness and stimulation. I even started massaging his muscular shoulders and Ram surely was enjoying thoroughly my soft warm palms and pressure on his naked upper part of the body.
Me: Ye kya Ram? Kitne din huya bal nehi katwaye?
As I inquired I pushed my fingers deep into his hairs and started massaging his scalp also. Obviously Ram did not mind or object it as he was enjoying his first ever ‘massage’ experience from a female! On the other hand my condition was deteriorating as I massaged him more and more. My big breasts were now going up and down much faster inside my blouse and since I was bra-less my nipples had grown to almost full size as I massaged his hair and scalp. My thighs and hips were also generating adequate amounts of heat and seeing that Ram was not able to see me, I quickly squeezed my both breasts once to feel somewhat at ease. At that point, I could not refrain myself from touching and massaging his naked muscular legs which remained exposed out of his half-pant.
Ram: Mummy... ye kya kar rahi ho? Gudgudi ho rahi hai...
Me: Are aj peeth me khujli hua hai... kal peyr me bhi to ho sakta hai... tu chupchap leta rahe...
Ram did not object further as I rubbed and virtually kneaded the backs of his naked muscular thighs. The hair growth on his legs was profuse, just like my husband’s, and I did note that while massaging as I pushed my palms up his legs towards the hem of his pant, he was quivering just a shade and moved his hips which was a clear indication of his erect manhood. I giggled sensing his condition and was encouraged more to massage especially the backs of his thighs. Naturally it was cumbersome for him and he had to adjust his hips more and more underlining the fact that he had a khada lund due to my massage!
Ram: Mummy... ab... ab chodo... (he was breathing heavier) ...ho gaya...
Me: Kiyu? Accha nehi lag raha hai?
Ram: Nehi nehi... achha to lag raha hai... par...(he exhaled deeply) par bahut gudgudi ho raha hai...
Saying that he tried to get up and as he turned his body towards me I could clearly note his penis in an erect position inside his tight half-pant. Ram was not able to meet my eyes and was giggling and quickly got up from the bed. He was trying his level best to hide his erect dick from me but it was simply not possible for him to fool a matured married female like me. Ram quickly got involved in arranging the old clothes but I noted that his erect penis was dangling in his pant and that very sight was making me feel extremely horny!
Ram: Thank... thank you Mummy... abhi... abhi khujli bilkul nehi hai...
He was trying to act smart and wanted to give me the feel that all was okay and normal, but unfortunately for him I had already detected his erect dangling dick inside his pants.
Ram: Mummy... mai toilet se aata hoon... aake ye saare kapde thik karke rakh doonga.
Me: Okay beta...
Why was he going to the toilet? To jerk off?
O Lord!
What dirty things was I thinking? My son would masturbate thinking about me... his mother!
Oh No!
But did he not get an erection seeing my jawani.... seeing my exposure... getting my warm touches??? How could I deny that fact? By now he must have taken his lund in his hand and jerking it to and fro thinking about my heaving breasts... my swollen nipple... and my soft touches all over his body!
As I thought all this.... unknowingly my left hand went towards my choot area and I was vigorously scratching and pressing my choot over my sari and petticoat... my pallu had fallen off my blouse-covered mammaries and I looked extremely sexy and indecent in that horny condition...
I had to pull up my pallu from the bed to cover my big sexy tits and reluctantly took away my left hand off my pussy area as I heard Ram was coming out of the toilet.
Me: Harpal ka khayal rakha....
Saying that I went out of the room in trembling steps as I was in absolutely no position to sit like that any more and indeed needed something to cool me off.
My whole body was aching and I had even started to leak in my pussy! My choot was also getting wet with my juices and I straight went inside the toilet where moments ago my son presumably shagged off thinking about me! Slamming the door I stripped off my sari as quickly as I could and started squeezing my mammaries over my blouse with my hands very tightly. I kneaded my firm breast flesh for several minutes and while doing that I pressed and pushed my big tight ass on the bathroom wall. This indeed gave me some ‘pleasure’ but of course not comparable to what I used to get from Vinay on bed. I pinched and twisted my hard swollen nipples over my blouse fabric and clenched my lips in extreme ecstasy. My whole body was throbbing in sexual heat as I opened the knot of my petticoat and dropped it down to the toilet floor. My hairy choot was now completely exposed and I spread my legs to open up my pussy more and more. I did not waste a second even to make my boobs free of the blouse cover and ripped open the hooks of my blouse.
I was now fully naked... my fair voluptuous body did not have even a thread on it. I was writhing in pain and pleasure as I breathed extremely heavily with my firm naked milk jugs going up and down in the most sexy manner, more so with my hard erect nipples looking like two ripe cherries and with my hairy matured choot totally uncovered I was truly depicting a sex goddess!
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh... Uuuiii maaaa...!
Naturally I had started emitting soft moans as I now pushed the middle finger of my left hand slowly inside my wet hairy choot. Since I was already much heated up, my finger went inside my pussy quite easily and seeing that I slowly pushed in two fingers at a time inside my choot which was of course much more pleasurable! Honestly it was after a long, long time that my body got heated up like this and I felt like masturbating! I was feeling extremely horny and was blind in excitement.
I looked round and noticed a piece of blue PVC pipe lying at the corner of the toilet, which was about one foot long. I grabbed it and quickly washed it and started rubbing my face on the smooth round contour of the cold pipe. The circumference of the pipe was such... it indeed gave me the feeling of a male sex organ... surely stouter than my husband’s prick!
The silky contour of the blue PVC pipe and the appropriate circumference in my palm started to generate simply awesome stimulation in me! I pressed the pipe on my heavy naked breasts just like my husband would have pressed his naked khada lund on my boobs while fucking me. Naturally I was not able to remain silent was moaning somewhat loudly. I pressed the pipe on my face and even kissed and licked it as if I was holding Vinay’s naked rock-solid penis before sucking it. I was quickly getting into seventh heaven and peaking up at a brisk rate. I continuously was pressing and rubbing my naked fleshy ass on the rough surface of the wall of the toilet which was indeed generating a great erotic sensation. I even squeezed my own ass cheeks very tightly with my both hands portraying as if I was being loved by a male!
My whole body was getting so heated up with all that I was doing that I had to pick up the mug and started pouring cold water on my body to cool myself. As soon as the cold water flowed on my naked mammaries my nipples got stiffer and stood out more prominently upon my breast surface worsening my condition. As I looked down on my milk tanks in dreamy smoky eyes I noted that my brown nipples were standing absolutely erect and tall on my boob surface and they were indeed looking very gorgeous and alluring. I could not stop myself from doing what my husband did time and again while fucking me and I pushed up my breasts and started kissing and sucking my own nipples.
Concurrently my mind could not erase the praises that I got from Chacha-ji and thinking of those hot chat sessions during tuition, my pussy instantly was wetter and stickier. I could not deny that a sense of satisfaction engulfed me as Chacha-ji (and for that matter even that ruffian milkman) did appreciate my boob-beauty even after so many years of marriage and having given birth to two kids!
I continued to rub and press the one-foot long PVC pipe on my whole body and even pushed it in between my legs and shamelessly rode on it for some seconds. I must admit the super round contour and the perfect circumference was presenting me with awesome satisfaction. I realized I was peaking now and hence I started to finger myself more vigorously. The to and fro action of my fingers intensified and my moans were getting louder. I knew I had to be careful because Ram was around in the room, but my sexually elated state did not permit me to do so.
Me: Aaa... aaaa.... aaaa... aaaaa.... aaaaaa.... aaaaaaa.... aaaaaaaa.... aaaaaaaaaa....
Since I was peaking after a long period of time I was unable to hold my “water” and released it with heavy moaning and groaning and my choot was dripping like anything while I was panting and gasping for breath. My whole body jerked heavily and my legs spread almost fully to open my pussy as much as possible in my standing posture. I quickly poured a few more mugs of cold water to cool off and remained stationary for some moments to ease off the heat from my voluptuous naked body.
It was 5 minutes or so that I remained stationary and rested my nude body on the wall for support. I then slowly completed my bath and dried myself and dressed up in my nighty and came out of the bathroom. I was feeling much lighter and free and in my glee and exhilarated state, I completely forgot to wear a panty under my nighty (which I generally wear at night) and went out.
I started performing all my daily activities like other days and found Ram was eyeing me more than usual. I smiled within myself and thought that definitely the massage that I had given him for his itch must have had its effect – the naughty boy! I blushed and giggled as I continued to execute the household chores. But the fact remained that Ram was grownup and aware enough to detect that his mom was not wearing a panty today under her dress as definitely on other days he could easily trace my panty-line through my nighty, which was missing today. The shape and size of fleshy round pumpkin-like ass must have been more prominent today under the sheer fabric of my nightdress, which must have increased his attention more towards me. I did not realize that at that moment and continued to present my unrestricted jawani in front of my Class VIII son. I did not even notice that the tuft of thick hair – my thick curly bunch of choot hairs – could be traced as well through my nighty when I stood straight and was facing the light! It appeared like a black patch under my nighty and Ram surely must have been delighted to see that and was relishing that hairy black spot around my crotch and must have had a khada lund seeing that time and again as I moved about in the room in front of him!
The next morning when I woke up I was feeling quite fresh and free and was honestly not feeling any guilt upon my behavior yesterday! I thoroughly enjoyed my masturbation in the bathroom and not only that I was not having any remorse even on my naughty acts of massaging Ram’s body and my deliberate exposure of my right boob to my son as per Chacha-ji’s recommendation. And now when I was looking back at yesterday evening and thinking about Ram’s long stares and ogles at me, only then I could realize that me being panty-less must have drawn his attention more towards my voluptuous figure. I blushed instantly comprehending that and nodded my head giggling at my naughty deed.
Was Vinay’s constant physical cut off from me playing a part? Could I deny that?
I could well recognize that after Chacha-ji’s vocal stimulation during tuition session and my yesterday evening’s activities were gradually making me bolder towards these sexually motivated acts and was quickly shedding of the shyness part off me!
Today also, twice in the day, I breastfed my baby in front of Ram, once in the morning before he left for college and once in the late evening before dinner. At both occasions, I sat in Ram’s vicinity facing him so that he could see my opening my blouse hooks and surely my son was able to clearly view the lower half of my fair round-shaped tits including my blackish-brown nipple. I could not deny the fact that the shyness was also diminishing and I exposed my breasts more confidently to my son! Also, I could easily gauge the thrill and excitement Ram could have been extracting from my bold and shameless act. And that I could make out also from the bulge in his pants and the regular peeps he was making into my half-exposed boobies.
I also noted that the effect on Ram was not limited to viewing only as the natural hug that he gave me once or twice in the day were surely more intimate. In fact today I felt his fingers brush against my tummy and waist and moved up boldly till the base of my heavy mammaries inside my blouse and as his crotch pushed onto my fleshy ass I could quite clearly make out the erect thing rising inside his pants! Naturally I was not in favor of such a behavior from my son that he was hugging me trying to grab my breasts and pushing his rod into my ass flesh, but thought it wise not to get angry and react but to talk to Chacha-ji on this.
Next day was tuition day and I was expecting Chacha-ji to come downstairs. In the evening after Ram’s lessons were over, Chacha-ji sent him to the shop to bring some grocery items which would certainly take some time as the shop he sent him had a very good customer base and remained crowded all the time.
Chacha-ji: Baitho Beti... Ram will not come in sometime.
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: To bolo... did you do what I told you to do?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... aap jaise bole the... mai usi line pe hi chal rahi hoon.
Chacha-ji: Bahut achha Beti... this is the only way we can reform Ram.
Me: Mujhe bhi wohi ummeed hai...
Chacha-ji: Tell me what was the young man’s reaction to your act? Did you notice that?
Me: Err... matlab... reaction to thiki tha...
Chacha-ji: ‘Thik hi tha’ matlab? Kya hua? Tum dekhi thi... mera matlab... uska khada hua tha ke nehi?
Me: What?
Chacha-ji was now not even hesitating to use such dirty language in the third or fourth sentence he talked to me!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum agar thik se Ram ko stan-paan nehi dikhaogi... to wo to phir se...
Me: Ne...nehi... be...beech mei...
I was not able to talk properly as my left hand rubbed and felt his smooth naked back. I had started to exhale warm breaths and I could sense Harpal rejecting the nipple under my pallu as my nipples were getting harder and stiffer.
Ram: Kya lagayu Mummy? Bahut khujli ho rahi hai...
Me: Mai... mai... mai dekhti hoon...
Ram: Okay Mummy... tum Harpi ko doodh pila lo us-ke baad kuch laga dena... tum baitho na yaha?
I was not at all prepared for that request from my son! It was exactly what Chacha-ji wanted me to do! Obviously I got more edgy and now Ram was also facing me and he obviously might note my heavy boobs going up and down and uneasy state. Ram at that time was arranging some old clothes and I just sat in front on him on the divan while Harpal continued to suck milk from my mammaries.
Ram: Oye Harpi... mere bhai... thoda jaldi jaldi peele.. mujhe bahut khujli ho raha hai! Mummy... ye to jab dekho tabhi doodh pee raha hai? Din mei kitna bar peeta hai ye?
I tried my best to get to my normal self and tried to act normally with my son, but unfortunately was unable to hide my heavy bosom from going up and down.
Me: Mai kya ginn ke rakhti hoon?
Ram: Tum to jab bhi wo rota hai... usse doodh pilati ho... kaash mere paas bhi aisa kuch hota...
Me: Kiyu tujhe kya chahiye?
Ram: Mujhe bhi to doodh kitna pasand hai... tum kya janti nehi.... par tum to mujhe sirf do bar-i doodh deti ho!
Me: Are suno iski baat! Doodhwala jitna doodh deta hai utnahi to tujhe milega naa! Mai to chhaye bhi raw peeti hoon teri waje se!
Ram: Nehi Mummy... tum jhoot bol rahi ho!
Me: Jhoot? (smiling) Are mai tujhse khamkha jhoot kiyu bolungi?
Ram: Doodhwala-Chacha mujhe sach bol diya hai!
Me (frowning): Doodhwale chacha?
Ram: Ha Mummy... Doodhwala-Chacha bola hai ke main to pariyapt doodh deta hoon par tumhari mummy usse chupa leti hai... iss liye mujhe nehi milta...
Though I was talking to Ram I was not looking directly in his eyes and was as if more concerned with my sari and the feeding baby so that I could note how much he was peeping at me.
Me (amused): Chupa leti hoon? Par kaha? Kitchen to khula pada hai... tu dekh le!
Ram: Kitchen mei nehi...
Me: To aur kaha? Aur to aur... mai kis ke liye doodh chupake rakhongi?
Ram: Aur kiske liye... ye jo hai mere samne... mera bhai... Harpi!
Me: What? Ye kya bakwas hai?
Ram: Mai sahi bola iss liye tum naraz ho gayi...
I realized that I must not react in front of him, rather try to find out what the milkman had said to him.
Me: Nehi nehi beta... mai naraz kaha hoon?
Ram: Mujhe laga ke tum...
Me: Nehi beta.... aisi koi baat nehi hai... par mai ye zaroor jann-na chahti hoon ke doodwale-chacha tujhe exactly kya bola hai?
Ram: Doodhwala-Chacha bola hai ke tum usse jo doodh leti ho uska adha hissa apni mamme mei chupa leti ho aur mujhe baki adha hissa milta hai...
My mouth opened up in sheer amazement and exclaimed state. I was dumbstruck! How could the milkman comment like that! What audacity!
Ram: Mummy, Doodhwala-chacha kya kuch galat bola hai? Tumhari mamme jo hamesha badi badi dikhti hai... wo kya uska diya hua doodh se nehi?
I was totally clueless. What nonsense was this! What to say?
Ram: Par Mummy agar Doodhwala-Chacha galat bola hota to ye jo Harpi roz tumhari mamme choosta hai... to tumhari mamme ki size to choti ho jati... par wo to hamehsa bhara hua aur badi badi dikhti hai...
Ram continued to babble out his innocence which in turn opened my eyes about my milkman.
Me: Ye sab tujhe wo doodhwala bola hai?
Ram: Ji Mummy... ek din mai usko bahut daata ye bolke ke wo doodh kam deta hai aur mujhe paryapt doodh nehi milta hai... tab jake wo asliyat mujhe samjhaya!
This milkman was giving us milk for the last few months or so. To me he looked pretty decent and since he was a middle aged person, I never suspected anything dirty about him. But now I could realize that he must have been eyeing me for sometime! I was naturally curious to know what more rubbish he had told my son!
Me: Wo... mera matlab... wo tera doodhwale-chacha aur kya bataya tujhe mere bar-e mei?
I could comprehend that I had to be somewhat shameless in front of my son to know the truth.
Me: Ram... mera matlab... aur kuch wo bola mere... (I lowered my voice) ...mere... (I was literally fumbling) ... aur kuch wo bola mere mamme ke bare mei?
Ram: Bola naa Mummy... ke tumhare dono mamme bahut sundar hai kyon ki wo hameisha doodh se bhara rehta hai... iss liye hamehsa khada rehta hai...
Ram thought for a moment and added innocently...
Ram: Aur janti ho Mummy... doodhwala-chacha ko bhi mere jaisa doodh bahut pasand hai... aur wo ye bhi keh raha tha ke gilas se doodh pine ka wo maza nehi hai... jo mamme chhos ke pine ka hai...
“Sal-e harami ke pille” I murmured in my mind. I was so, so annoyed about the dirty talks of our milkman.
Me: Aur... tu.. tu kya bola?
Ram: Mai kya bolta... mai to has raha tha... itna budbak jo wo nikle...
Me: Ki... kiyu?
Ram: Are mai to bada ho gaya hoon... Mai kya tumhari mamme chooos ke doodh piyunga? Wo to Harpi ka kaam hai... par Doodhwala-Chacha bol raha tha ke tumhari mummy ke dono mamme itna sundar hai... itna golmatol hai... itna paripurn hai... itna doodh se bhara hai... ke mai ye dekh-ke bhi kaise gilas se doodh pita hoon!
I just looked blank hearing all this! What my son just told me made me simply shocked and thunderstruck. I just sat like a statue.
That confounded milkman! How could he inject such gibberish into my innocent son’s head? Simultaneously I was amazed by the audacity of that thug to discuss my breasts with my son!
I immediately realized that it was a big mistake on my part to take the milk from him without covering myself adequately because most of the days the milkman comes early in the morning and he invariably found me in my nightdress. Though I always made it a point to cover my upper part with a chunri before going in front of him, now I realize that it was not enough for covering him from the eyes of that pervert!
Was I still exposing too much to the milkman? I was honestly confused. I thought it was quite okay going in front of him like that, but reality definitely was speaking something else. Though my breasts remained bra-less, but the cover of the nighty and the chunri were adequate I thought, but now I could comprehend that harami ruffian was eyeing my big-sized breasts even under cover. Usually the milkman sat some feet away from the main door and waited for me sitting on the floor with his bucket of milk and I had to walk to him to hand over my utensil in which he poured the milk. My big and heavy bra-less boobs must have swayed and jiggled as I walked down to him and he must have enjotyed that thoroughly and that too in a regular way. Also, while handing him over the utensil, I had to bend towards him which might have given him a view of my cleavage over my low cut nighty and semi-transparent chunri. As I thought about this deeply I also gathered that the type of pervert he was he surely must have been enjoying my walk back to the house after I took the milk from him. And more so as from a sitting posture his eyes would have been almost in line with my pumpkin-like heavy-fleshed buttocks which must have swayed and shook in a sexy way inside my nighty in my panty-less condition.
Me: Hmmm...
I could well realize that all these must have made him pretty horny which in turn instigated him to make such vulgar and offensive remarks about me to my son!
Me: Dekh Ram... wo adami sadak-chap hai... uska baat ka yakin mat karna... ye sab baat sach nehi hai... uss doodhwale ki to mai kal hi chutti karunga ...
Ram: To sach kya hai Mummy? Tumhari mamme hamesha itni badi badi kaise dikhti hai?
I could sense that it would be a rather messy and embarrassing task for me to explain my son why my breasts appeared big-sized and full. I could sense that my body
and senses were also getting ‘heated up’ to talk about all this with a male (my son). Hence I had no other option but to change the topic.
Me: Abhi ye sab baat chod... mai tujhe sari baat baad mei samjha doongi... tu bas... uss adami se kabhi bhi baat mat karna... thik hai?
Ram: Ji... par Mummy abhi samjhao na... mujhe janna hai!
I had to do something to get my son off that track because if I continued to chat with him on that topic of milk, breast size, and breast-milk, I would surely
land up in a clumsy and embarrassing state. I instantly thought of Chacha-ji’s dose and somewhat of a visual erotica for my son could certainly save me in this
situation.
I quickly decided to expose my mammary to Ram while breastfeeding as Chacha-ji had advised me. This time I found that surprisingly I was not feeling nervous at all to expose myself in front of my son, rather I was more than eager to do so such that Ram would deviate from the milkman topic!
Me: Ek minute... pehle mai Harpal ko sula doon...
I had already observed that though Ram was talking to me he was time and again looking at Harpal who was sucking my right breast and making a constant sexy
resonance “chuk... chuk... chuk... chuk...”
Me: Beta.... mera raja beta.... abhi chod do... pee liya naa...
Saying that I slowly raised my pallu a bit more on the right so that my right breast was completely visible to Ram and I unhurriedly removed the baby’s lips off my
right nipple and pushed my blouse down to cover my half-exposed right breast. I made sure that I gave ample opportunity to my grownup son to have a look at his
mom’s fair-looking full and round tit as well as my blackish-brown swollen and glistening right nipple with a milk drop still crowning the tip of it. Finally I
pulled down my pallu to look decent.
I could not meet eyes with him out of natural shyness, but I was fully aware that he was watching my naughty act with utmost eagerness. The very sensation that a
male had peeped onto my naked breast and had seen my bare nipple made my blood start to gush through my vessels.
Me: Chal... pehle mai tera khujli ka ilaj kar deta hoon... wo karna hai ke nehi?
Ram: Yes, yes Mummy... bahut khujli ho raha hai...
I scored over my son and was able to deviate him from the milkman topic. Naturally I was also more than relieved and I quickly went ahead to get a suitable cream
for him from the shelf, but just as I was doing that I noted a bulge in his half-pant! Though my son was trying hard to hide it, but his erect penis was quite evident in his tight half-pant and surely the erection was due to me! The very thought made me shy and blushing and I giggled on my own.
Ram: Mummy... am ready...
Ram was taking off his T-shirt, but my eyes were still fixed on the triangular tent formed in his pant, which was indeed a result of my boob exposure! I had to admit that Chacha-ji was absolutely right – my Ram was no longer a child, he was growing up! Though my son still talked innocently and believed to all those bullshit talks of the milkman, but he had grown up physically! He was a ‘male’ now!
Ram quickly lied down on the bed in a prone posture with his bare backside towards me. Though I was not able to provide my son very nutritious food, but still he had a well developed stature for a boy of class VIII. Since he exercised on his own, he had a somewhat muscular figure too. As I touched his naked skin and started rubbing the cream on his back, something was happening within me! I felt like... as if it was not my son... I was touching some other male!
My whole body ached and even in a bra-less condition I was feeling tightness in my breasts! I took a couple of deep breaths to recompose myself but to no avail. I could sense my fleshy thighs had also started to emit heat and this was indeed a definitive sign for any female that she was getting heated up sexually! For the first time ever in my life I was getting a turn-on through my son!!!
Initially I was rubbing the cream with my right hand but now involuntarily I was massaging my son’s back with both hands. The coldness of the cream and my warm soft palms must have been giving him great comfort from the itch as Ram emitted soft sounds of relief. The touch of my son’s smooth naked flat back - from his muscular shoulders to his waist area - was making me lose my composure!
Was my husband’s constant ‘physical absence’ from me taking a toll on me? My horniness was taking over my self-control and in no time I surpassed my task of relieving my son from his itches and went ahead! The itch problem was confined to the middle of his back, but I had already rubbed the cream all over his back in my horniness and stimulation. I even started massaging his muscular shoulders and Ram surely was enjoying thoroughly my soft warm palms and pressure on his naked upper part of the body.
Me: Ye kya Ram? Kitne din huya bal nehi katwaye?
As I inquired I pushed my fingers deep into his hairs and started massaging his scalp also. Obviously Ram did not mind or object it as he was enjoying his first ever ‘massage’ experience from a female! On the other hand my condition was deteriorating as I massaged him more and more. My big breasts were now going up and down much faster inside my blouse and since I was bra-less my nipples had grown to almost full size as I massaged his hair and scalp. My thighs and hips were also generating adequate amounts of heat and seeing that Ram was not able to see me, I quickly squeezed my both breasts once to feel somewhat at ease. At that point, I could not refrain myself from touching and massaging his naked muscular legs which remained exposed out of his half-pant.
Ram: Mummy... ye kya kar rahi ho? Gudgudi ho rahi hai...
Me: Are aj peeth me khujli hua hai... kal peyr me bhi to ho sakta hai... tu chupchap leta rahe...
Ram did not object further as I rubbed and virtually kneaded the backs of his naked muscular thighs. The hair growth on his legs was profuse, just like my husband’s, and I did note that while massaging as I pushed my palms up his legs towards the hem of his pant, he was quivering just a shade and moved his hips which was a clear indication of his erect manhood. I giggled sensing his condition and was encouraged more to massage especially the backs of his thighs. Naturally it was cumbersome for him and he had to adjust his hips more and more underlining the fact that he had a khada lund due to my massage!
Ram: Mummy... ab... ab chodo... (he was breathing heavier) ...ho gaya...
Me: Kiyu? Accha nehi lag raha hai?
Ram: Nehi nehi... achha to lag raha hai... par...(he exhaled deeply) par bahut gudgudi ho raha hai...
Saying that he tried to get up and as he turned his body towards me I could clearly note his penis in an erect position inside his tight half-pant. Ram was not able to meet my eyes and was giggling and quickly got up from the bed. He was trying his level best to hide his erect dick from me but it was simply not possible for him to fool a matured married female like me. Ram quickly got involved in arranging the old clothes but I noted that his erect penis was dangling in his pant and that very sight was making me feel extremely horny!
Ram: Thank... thank you Mummy... abhi... abhi khujli bilkul nehi hai...
He was trying to act smart and wanted to give me the feel that all was okay and normal, but unfortunately for him I had already detected his erect dangling dick inside his pants.
Ram: Mummy... mai toilet se aata hoon... aake ye saare kapde thik karke rakh doonga.
Me: Okay beta...
Why was he going to the toilet? To jerk off?
O Lord!
What dirty things was I thinking? My son would masturbate thinking about me... his mother!
Oh No!
But did he not get an erection seeing my jawani.... seeing my exposure... getting my warm touches??? How could I deny that fact? By now he must have taken his lund in his hand and jerking it to and fro thinking about my heaving breasts... my swollen nipple... and my soft touches all over his body!
As I thought all this.... unknowingly my left hand went towards my choot area and I was vigorously scratching and pressing my choot over my sari and petticoat... my pallu had fallen off my blouse-covered mammaries and I looked extremely sexy and indecent in that horny condition...
I had to pull up my pallu from the bed to cover my big sexy tits and reluctantly took away my left hand off my pussy area as I heard Ram was coming out of the toilet.
Me: Harpal ka khayal rakha....
Saying that I went out of the room in trembling steps as I was in absolutely no position to sit like that any more and indeed needed something to cool me off.
My whole body was aching and I had even started to leak in my pussy! My choot was also getting wet with my juices and I straight went inside the toilet where moments ago my son presumably shagged off thinking about me! Slamming the door I stripped off my sari as quickly as I could and started squeezing my mammaries over my blouse with my hands very tightly. I kneaded my firm breast flesh for several minutes and while doing that I pressed and pushed my big tight ass on the bathroom wall. This indeed gave me some ‘pleasure’ but of course not comparable to what I used to get from Vinay on bed. I pinched and twisted my hard swollen nipples over my blouse fabric and clenched my lips in extreme ecstasy. My whole body was throbbing in sexual heat as I opened the knot of my petticoat and dropped it down to the toilet floor. My hairy choot was now completely exposed and I spread my legs to open up my pussy more and more. I did not waste a second even to make my boobs free of the blouse cover and ripped open the hooks of my blouse.
I was now fully naked... my fair voluptuous body did not have even a thread on it. I was writhing in pain and pleasure as I breathed extremely heavily with my firm naked milk jugs going up and down in the most sexy manner, more so with my hard erect nipples looking like two ripe cherries and with my hairy matured choot totally uncovered I was truly depicting a sex goddess!
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh... Uuuiii maaaa...!
Naturally I had started emitting soft moans as I now pushed the middle finger of my left hand slowly inside my wet hairy choot. Since I was already much heated up, my finger went inside my pussy quite easily and seeing that I slowly pushed in two fingers at a time inside my choot which was of course much more pleasurable! Honestly it was after a long, long time that my body got heated up like this and I felt like masturbating! I was feeling extremely horny and was blind in excitement.
I looked round and noticed a piece of blue PVC pipe lying at the corner of the toilet, which was about one foot long. I grabbed it and quickly washed it and started rubbing my face on the smooth round contour of the cold pipe. The circumference of the pipe was such... it indeed gave me the feeling of a male sex organ... surely stouter than my husband’s prick!
The silky contour of the blue PVC pipe and the appropriate circumference in my palm started to generate simply awesome stimulation in me! I pressed the pipe on my heavy naked breasts just like my husband would have pressed his naked khada lund on my boobs while fucking me. Naturally I was not able to remain silent was moaning somewhat loudly. I pressed the pipe on my face and even kissed and licked it as if I was holding Vinay’s naked rock-solid penis before sucking it. I was quickly getting into seventh heaven and peaking up at a brisk rate. I continuously was pressing and rubbing my naked fleshy ass on the rough surface of the wall of the toilet which was indeed generating a great erotic sensation. I even squeezed my own ass cheeks very tightly with my both hands portraying as if I was being loved by a male!
My whole body was getting so heated up with all that I was doing that I had to pick up the mug and started pouring cold water on my body to cool myself. As soon as the cold water flowed on my naked mammaries my nipples got stiffer and stood out more prominently upon my breast surface worsening my condition. As I looked down on my milk tanks in dreamy smoky eyes I noted that my brown nipples were standing absolutely erect and tall on my boob surface and they were indeed looking very gorgeous and alluring. I could not stop myself from doing what my husband did time and again while fucking me and I pushed up my breasts and started kissing and sucking my own nipples.
Concurrently my mind could not erase the praises that I got from Chacha-ji and thinking of those hot chat sessions during tuition, my pussy instantly was wetter and stickier. I could not deny that a sense of satisfaction engulfed me as Chacha-ji (and for that matter even that ruffian milkman) did appreciate my boob-beauty even after so many years of marriage and having given birth to two kids!
I continued to rub and press the one-foot long PVC pipe on my whole body and even pushed it in between my legs and shamelessly rode on it for some seconds. I must admit the super round contour and the perfect circumference was presenting me with awesome satisfaction. I realized I was peaking now and hence I started to finger myself more vigorously. The to and fro action of my fingers intensified and my moans were getting louder. I knew I had to be careful because Ram was around in the room, but my sexually elated state did not permit me to do so.
Me: Aaa... aaaa.... aaaa... aaaaa.... aaaaaa.... aaaaaaa.... aaaaaaaa.... aaaaaaaaaa....
Since I was peaking after a long period of time I was unable to hold my “water” and released it with heavy moaning and groaning and my choot was dripping like anything while I was panting and gasping for breath. My whole body jerked heavily and my legs spread almost fully to open my pussy as much as possible in my standing posture. I quickly poured a few more mugs of cold water to cool off and remained stationary for some moments to ease off the heat from my voluptuous naked body.
It was 5 minutes or so that I remained stationary and rested my nude body on the wall for support. I then slowly completed my bath and dried myself and dressed up in my nighty and came out of the bathroom. I was feeling much lighter and free and in my glee and exhilarated state, I completely forgot to wear a panty under my nighty (which I generally wear at night) and went out.
I started performing all my daily activities like other days and found Ram was eyeing me more than usual. I smiled within myself and thought that definitely the massage that I had given him for his itch must have had its effect – the naughty boy! I blushed and giggled as I continued to execute the household chores. But the fact remained that Ram was grownup and aware enough to detect that his mom was not wearing a panty today under her dress as definitely on other days he could easily trace my panty-line through my nighty, which was missing today. The shape and size of fleshy round pumpkin-like ass must have been more prominent today under the sheer fabric of my nightdress, which must have increased his attention more towards me. I did not realize that at that moment and continued to present my unrestricted jawani in front of my Class VIII son. I did not even notice that the tuft of thick hair – my thick curly bunch of choot hairs – could be traced as well through my nighty when I stood straight and was facing the light! It appeared like a black patch under my nighty and Ram surely must have been delighted to see that and was relishing that hairy black spot around my crotch and must have had a khada lund seeing that time and again as I moved about in the room in front of him!
The next morning when I woke up I was feeling quite fresh and free and was honestly not feeling any guilt upon my behavior yesterday! I thoroughly enjoyed my masturbation in the bathroom and not only that I was not having any remorse even on my naughty acts of massaging Ram’s body and my deliberate exposure of my right boob to my son as per Chacha-ji’s recommendation. And now when I was looking back at yesterday evening and thinking about Ram’s long stares and ogles at me, only then I could realize that me being panty-less must have drawn his attention more towards my voluptuous figure. I blushed instantly comprehending that and nodded my head giggling at my naughty deed.
Was Vinay’s constant physical cut off from me playing a part? Could I deny that?
I could well recognize that after Chacha-ji’s vocal stimulation during tuition session and my yesterday evening’s activities were gradually making me bolder towards these sexually motivated acts and was quickly shedding of the shyness part off me!
Today also, twice in the day, I breastfed my baby in front of Ram, once in the morning before he left for college and once in the late evening before dinner. At both occasions, I sat in Ram’s vicinity facing him so that he could see my opening my blouse hooks and surely my son was able to clearly view the lower half of my fair round-shaped tits including my blackish-brown nipple. I could not deny the fact that the shyness was also diminishing and I exposed my breasts more confidently to my son! Also, I could easily gauge the thrill and excitement Ram could have been extracting from my bold and shameless act. And that I could make out also from the bulge in his pants and the regular peeps he was making into my half-exposed boobies.
I also noted that the effect on Ram was not limited to viewing only as the natural hug that he gave me once or twice in the day were surely more intimate. In fact today I felt his fingers brush against my tummy and waist and moved up boldly till the base of my heavy mammaries inside my blouse and as his crotch pushed onto my fleshy ass I could quite clearly make out the erect thing rising inside his pants! Naturally I was not in favor of such a behavior from my son that he was hugging me trying to grab my breasts and pushing his rod into my ass flesh, but thought it wise not to get angry and react but to talk to Chacha-ji on this.
Next day was tuition day and I was expecting Chacha-ji to come downstairs. In the evening after Ram’s lessons were over, Chacha-ji sent him to the shop to bring some grocery items which would certainly take some time as the shop he sent him had a very good customer base and remained crowded all the time.
Chacha-ji: Baitho Beti... Ram will not come in sometime.
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: To bolo... did you do what I told you to do?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... aap jaise bole the... mai usi line pe hi chal rahi hoon.
Chacha-ji: Bahut achha Beti... this is the only way we can reform Ram.
Me: Mujhe bhi wohi ummeed hai...
Chacha-ji: Tell me what was the young man’s reaction to your act? Did you notice that?
Me: Err... matlab... reaction to thiki tha...
Chacha-ji: ‘Thik hi tha’ matlab? Kya hua? Tum dekhi thi... mera matlab... uska khada hua tha ke nehi?
Me: What?
Chacha-ji was now not even hesitating to use such dirty language in the third or fourth sentence he talked to me!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum agar thik se Ram ko stan-paan nehi dikhaogi... to wo to phir se...
