Update 07
Chacha-ji left for upstairs after sometime and I got busy in the kitchen, but even after a while, I was unable to erase that momentarily feel of Chacha-ji’s palm on my bottom off my mind!
After a good tight sleep I was feeling quite fresh in the morning. Today Ram had practical classes in college, so he had to leave early for college. As he left for college he hugged and kissed me at the door and naturally I was quite conscious about his moves and I could note that he was as if getting confident in his moves as days went by! Earlier when he hugged me from the front, he did not try to hold me, he just leant towards me and gently brushed his lips on my cheeks bidding me good-bye. But now-a-days I was finding that he was trying to hold my waist or embrace me trying to feel more of my 30-year-old voluptuous figure! But since Chacha-ji had already coached me on this, I did not mind my son’s moves and had started taking them rather sportingly.
Today also when he came near me and gently hugged me, Ram put his left hand on my bare sweaty waist just above my sari. I was in the kitchen so naturally I was sweating profusely and his hand almost slipped on my sweaty and shiny waistline. I could feel his cold fingers and palm resting on my exposed belly flesh as he kissed me first on my left cheek and then on my right cheek saying ‘good-bye’. Though it was a routine thing that Ram did to me while going to college but surely I could detect subtle variation in his moves. Today he came so close to me while kissing my cheek and I had to virtually protect my fully developed firm breasts with my right hand from getting pressed directly on his body. I obviously did not want to overdo anything and unnecessarily excite my son while going to college. I also noted that while kissing me today Ram as if felt my smooth cheeks with his warm lips just a shade longer. I was naturally a bit uncomfortable momentarily especially when his lips met my cheeks as his left hand was resting on my bare belly. But Ram just smiled and behaved normally as he left for college and I thought it must be too much thinking on my part.
One significant change that had developed after Chacha-ji coaching me was that I was now-a-days not at all comfortable with my grownup son getting close to me and was ending up in a somewhat ‘heated’ state having hard nipples and warm thighs inside my dress, which never ever happened earlier! My son was as if turning like a ‘male’ touching me and was making me feel awkward and giving me a tight feeling physically. I was too much embarrassed to share that with anyone and continued to live with it.
Since Ram left early today for college I was not able to apply Chacha-ji’s lessons on him in the morning. As I got some time in the day I made sure to check Ram’s bookshelf if there were any more dirty books but fortunately there were none which surely made me feel pleased and naturally my faith intensified on Chacha-ji’s techniques.
In the afternoon after all my household works were complete, I decided to try out a trial to wear my sari low down my navel. When I tried that I realized that it was not the easiest thing to do as I had to adjust more than one thing!
Unlike other married women I was not at all comfortable to wear panties which had loose elastic grip on the waist; I rather would remain panty-less instead of wearing a panty with loose elastic waistband. I had noted several married women wearing panties with loose elastic bands and the panty sliding down their waist and even down their ass crack inside their dress. I was very particular about that. After stripping my sari in front of the mirror, I untied my petticoat string and dropped it down on the floor. I was now only wearing a panty down my half-naked naked body. As I usually wear my panty high up, I had to lower it down a bit since I would be wearing the sari below my navel. I lowered my panty waistline a bit down to and adjusted it appropriately for wearing sari in a low-hip style. Though it was not absolutely necessary, but still I did it for my own satisfaction.
But there was a problem!
I had a very thick tuft of choot hair which thinned upwards towards my navel and it was not easy for me to just lower my panty like that! I could easily note in the mirror that as I lowered my panty down my waist an inch, a prominent line of my pubic hair started remaining exposed over the scant cover of my undergarment! Though I knew the cover of the petticoat would be there, but still I was not 100% okay in my mind, but there was hardly anything that I could do also because the prime objective was to keep my navel exposed and for that I had to lower my dress.
Though I was somewhat uncomfortable exposing the upper limits of my pubic hairs, I was able to cover it with my petticoat. Unlike other women, my pubic hairs were thick and quite prominent even when they were at their upper limits near my navel! Then I wrapped my sari over my petticoat keeping my bellybutton fully exposed. To be comfortable and to check how I was looking, I walked a few steps in front of the mirror and immediately self-certified myself a few times and was quite contented that I was looking different!
I never had tried this before as I used to tie my sari always above my navel and never did my husband also suggested me to keep my bellybutton exposed while wearing a sari, but today following Chacha-ji’s suggestion I looked quite special! The whole appeal of my body as if heightened through this subtle change!
Me: Wow! Thanks Chacha-ji for suggesting this...
I giggled and murmured in my mind. Just then I also remembered how Chacha-ji caught me yesterday when I got unbalanced.
I could as if still feel his hand on my big firm gaand!
And yesterday at that time I was not even wearing a panty inside my sari and hence Chacha-ji must have felt the unrestricted heaviness of my ass flesh on his palm! Though no one was around and I was all alone in my bedroom, I started sniggering. .
How could I snigger at that incident? Chacha-ji was like a fatherly figure to me. Did he have a hard on directly gripping my tight fleshy bottom? I chuckled. Was I getting naughty in my thoughts? Was I trying to build things with Chacha-ji as Vinay was inert?
I was not aware when I got asleep thinking of all those and was awakened by my baby’s cries as he felt hungry. With sleepy eyes I pushed my pallu aside and just opened the hooks of my blouse and pushed my nipple inside Harpal’s mouth.
Bhabi-ji! Bhabi-ji! Bhabi-ji! Bhabi-ji!
I could hear Haria calling me. Haria was Chacha-ji’s servant who looked after his disabled son, Sanjay. Throughout the day Haria had to remain upstairs looking after the handicapped and hardly did he get a chance to come downstairs. If there was a need Chacha-ji generally came down and called me. What could have happened today that Haria was downstairs! Why was he calling me? Any emergency?
I hastily removed the nipple from the baby’s lips and got up; thankfully Harpal did not start crying at my act and started playing by himself. I just wrapped the pallu around me to look decent and opened the door.
Me: What... what is it Haria?
Haria: Bhabi-ji, mujhe niche ana pada kiyu ki Chacha-ji ghar me nehi hai...
Me: O... par hua kya hai?
Haria: Kuch der pehle mai varande mei tha... upar ... Sanjay Bhaiya waha baitha tha.... to Ram college se laut ke... niche se mujhe bola ke abhi wo Jayant ke ghar khelne ja raha hai... aur uska bag rakhke gaya aur ap ko batane ko bola...
Me: Uff! Ye ladka na...
Haria: Bag agar niche pada rehta Bhabi-ji... to koi uthake le jata... iss liye mai socha ke aap ko bol du...
Me: Nehi nehi... tu-ne bilkul thik kiya Haria... de bag de... aur tu upar ja... Sanjay akela hai... gir-wir jayega to muskil hoga.
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji...
Haria handed me the bag and was about to turn and go upstairs when he turned back to me and seemed wanted to say something more.
Me: Kya hua? Aur kuch bolega?
Haria: Umm... ji... mera matlab Bhabi-ji... umm...
Me: Are hichkhichata kahe hai? Bol na jo bolna hai?
Haria: Ha... Bhabi-ji... ek baat aapko batana chahta hoon... Ram...
Me: Aur kuch kiya hai Ram?
Haria: Nehi Bhabi-ji... kuch kiya to nehi.... par
Me: Are bol to sahi!
I was naturally getting impatient but was curious too as it was related to my son.
Haria: Ha batata hoon... peechle kuch dino se Bhabi-ji... mai dekh raha hoon ke Ram raat ko ek bar chatt pe jata hai...
Me: Chattt pe?!? Kis liye?
Haria: Mai nehi janta par roz nehi Bhabi-ji... mera matlab... guruwar, shanichar aur iitbar ko hi wo upar aata hai raat ko!
I was more curious now. Why would Ram go to the roof at night? And that too on specific days!
Me: Roz nehi? Sirf teen din? Ye to bada atpata sa harkat hai!
Hraia: Ji Bhabi-ji... pehle mai socha tha ke Ram se poochonga... par mai dekha ke wo chori-chupe chatt pe ata hai... to usse poochna mai sehi nehi samjha...
Me: Hmm... achha kiya usse direct nehi poocha... aur mujhe bataya...
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji... maine Chacha-ji ko bhi nehi bataya...
Me: Hmm... achha kiya... Kya wo.... kya wo cigerrate wigrette peene laga hai? Aur iss liye shayad chatt pe jata hai? Haria...ye ho sakta hai?
Haria: Kya Bhabi-ji... hapte mei sirf teen din koi cigarette peeta hai? Aur wo baat bhi nehi hai... kyo ki mujhe chatt pe diyaslai ya cigerrate-bidi ke tukde kabhi nehi mil-e!
Me: O! Tab to.... tab to dusra hi kuch baat hai!
I was naturally quite puzzled and was thinking hard on what could be the matter with Ram that he had to go to the roof three times a week at night. I was momentarily unmindful and when I got back to senses I as if felt that Haria was eyeing my big-sized mammaries, though he immediately shifted his eyes but my womanly sense probably caught him.
Me: Thik hai Haria... tu upar ja... mai dekhti hoon baat kya hai...
Haria: Ji Bhabhi-ji! Agar koi madat ki zaroorat padhe iss bare mei... to mujhe zaroor boliye...
I nodded and Haria went upstairs though I found him looking backwards at me for no apparent reason. I was back in my room with a somewhat concerned mind. Already Ram’s habit of reading dirty adult books was revealed by Chacha-ji and now Haria also noted something abnormal about my son. As I passed the mirror and was about to sit on the bed, I almost froze!
O My God! How could I do this! How could I be so, so careless?!?
I stood like a statue in front of the mirror with a wide open mouth of exclamation! As I was facing the mirror I could clearly note what had happened. In my sleepiness state when I heard Haria calling me I just pushed off the baby’s lips from my nipple and wrapped my sari pallu on my upper part and went out. I completely forgot to push back my right breast which the baby was sucking inside my blouse and went out straight in front the male servant!
O God!
As I stepped out of my bedroom in front of Haria my one breast was dangling out of my half-open blouse! I also noted that the sari I was wearing was also not thick enough to protect my decency and half of my naked right breast including my dark-textured areola and nipple was completely outside the cover of blouse! I cursed myself for being so sloppy and careless in front of the servant because after all he was an adult male and he must have been delighted to see such a sexy scene! That’s why probably I caught him eyeing my boobs and even when he was going upstairs he was time and again looking back at my exposed voluptuous figure!
In the evening once I was back from my walk with the baby and changed to a sari, I followed Chacha-ji’s suggestion and tied my sari below my navel. I could not deny the fact that I was looking much tempting with this slight adjustment and I also wore a bra (which I did not usually wear while at home) to look more tidy and elegant. Ram did not notice it at the first go but when he noticed it I could note that he was eyeing me more than normal. The young boy was simply bowled over and I giggled and enjoyed the stares of my son at my bellybutton and also on my overall voluptuous figure. I moved about in the room time and again in front of his eyes so that Ram could get a good look at my sexily exposed navel. Moreover, since today I was wearing a bra inside my blouse, my big-sized mammaries naturally looked all the more firm and full extracting more attention from my son!
Seeing Ram’s enthusiastic and fervent attention I could not stop myself from being slightly naughty! As I came to the kitchen and was about to get back to the room where Ram was studying I quickly adjusted my pallu over my boobs.... I made it thinner and pinned it tightly over my shoulder so that Ram could now spot a great sexy side-view of my left boob. Since I was wearing a bra my blouse-covered mammaries looked all the more firm and upright under my pallu. I checked that the entire shape and size of my blouse-covered coconut-like left breast was visible from the side! I giggled sexily and was breathing a shade heavy and went back from the kitchen to Ram again.
As soon as Ram spotted my sexy side-view, I noted him to be twitchy and restless which made me titter again. I could see his mouth open involuntarily and I realized that my overall sexy presentation had affected him quite a bit! As I moved about in the room doing ‘unnecessary’ cleaning and rearrangement of things, I could sense Ram was as if licking my exposed navel and tight boobies through his eyes!
Harpal also did not bother me much today and was playing by himself for a long period of time and so I got an uninterrupted opportunity to complete all my cooking and other chores and then I took him in my lap and sat where Ram was studying to feed him. I noticed that Ram was already developing his tuition teacher’s habit! I caught him twice today with his hand on his crotch and eyes on my jawani!
As per Chacha-ji;s direction I was all set to breast feed the baby in front of Ram. It was as if a double dose for my young growing son because he seemed already quite fascinated by my constant navel exposure and sexy side view of my boobs and now it was time for boob exposure! Though Ram did not have the courage to look directly at my breasts, he was trying his best to peep at my tits from the corner of his eyes. He was visibly restive and shuffling and was unable to focus on the college book that was open in front of him. I was also getting carried away by this exercise and seeing Ram’s keenness I felt like removing my blouse completely! I immediately giggled at my naughty thought!
I slowly opened my blouse hooks from the bottom and just moved the blouse aside to reveal my left melon which looked swollen and ready to be sucked. My baby was hungry and eagerly started sucking my milk filled left tit. I could observe that Ram was breathing a shade heavy and was doing all sorts of silly things to peep at my exposed breast. To convince my grownup son that I was not keeping an eye on him, I just picked up a book and started reading it. Ram must have been much relieved and glad seeing me do that.
He could now directly look at my swollen left naked mammary being sucked by the baby.
“Chuk chuk! Chuk chuk!”
I could make out that the constant sound which the baby was making while sucking milk from my breast must have made Ram all the more impatient! There was one problem that I was facing now that my overall exercise of exposing in front of my son was making me heated up somewhat, which was but natural, and this made my nipples a bit hard and erect and the baby was having difficulty to suck. I tried to control my elated condition so that my nipples did not get hard, but honestly it was not easy!
Some moments passed and I acted as if I was too much engrossed in the book that I was reading. I could sense that Ram had stopped peeping and was now directly staring at my shameless breastfeeding process. At times the baby was taking off his lips from my nipple (probably he was not able to suck probably from my hardened nipples) and then again was trying to suck and I was quite sure during that ‘rest’ period Ram must have been feasting his eyes on my naked breast with my brown swollen wet nipple completely out in the open and fully wet with milk and shining in the bright light of the room like some expensive gemstone!
Naturally the sight of any matured woman whose breast was half out of her blouse would (s)excite any male and Ram was no exception! My uncovered mammary hanging out to be sucked made Ram extremely horny and I could see his right hand had automatically gone down to his crotch and was scratching the area. I also noted from the corner of my eyes that he was now looking straight at my breasts, eyelids not twitching, as if mesmerized by the beauty of my big swollen mammaries.
Was I doing too much for the young boy to take?
I thought for a moment to cover myself with my pallu and stop this bold and shameless act, but instantly remembered Chacha-ji’s words to grow him up so that Ram was defocussed from those dirty pornographic books. So I continued to pretend to read the book that I had in front of me and my son as if ‘ate’ my nipple, areola, and the exposed breast flesh through his eyes!
After another couple of minutes I found Harpal sleepy; I had noted that the baby had played by himself for a significant period of time prior and so feeling sleeping was natural for him with a full appetite now. I did not raise my eyes so that Ram could comfortably continue to enjoy the ‘sexy show’ that I was offering to him. Ram must have noted that the baby was no more hungry and in fact instead he was playing with my boobs, pressing them and trying to grab my swollen erect nipple with his small fingers. The baby was also looking here and there, he was not sucking milk any more, and my left boob remained completely open for Ram to have a 100% unhindered view!
The next moment I noted that the baby looked at Ram and in turn Ram also acted as if he wanted to play with it. As the baby continued to look at his elder brother, the latter was hungrily staring at my tits and was making all sorts of gestures to the baby. I pretended as if I was too involved in the reading and did not care to look at what was going on.
My left tit continued to remain exposed.... now for a significant period of time... my pallu pushed up.... half of my blouse hooks open... the baby was not feeding... my left nipple and areola completely visible to Ram...
I continued my bold and shameless show for at least 5 minutes and then honestly I felt pretty much embarrassed to be sitting like that. Thankfully the baby fell asleep as it was tired and probably Ram also was too much excited seeing such a free and unhindered view of a woman’s breast that I caught him adjusting his dick inside his half pant. He must have been too horny and his dick must have grown to its full size as the very next moment he requested me to excuse him as he wanted to go to the toilet. I nodded with a wicked smile and could not stop giggling as he hurried towards the bathroom.
On the next tuition day, from the very start Chacha-ji seemed to be quite impatient and eager to talk to me and he even indicated that through his eyes twice or thrice whenever I came inside the room while he was giving tuition to my son. I was not obviously comfortable to talk to him in front of Ram or with my son present in the adjacent room and hence I indicated him through my eyes to kindly wait.
Today I had worn my sari well below my navel which I had been doing for the past couple of days and had got into the habit of wearing it down. Honestly the feeling was good and sexy too and I wanted my husband to see me too in that condition, but he was so involved in his world that I hardly could meet him in the house! T was one depressing part, other than that I stares and attention that I got from my son was most fascinating! Frankly initially I was slightly hesitant coming like that in front of my landlord, but then I thought that if I did anything different then Ram might think otherwise. Hence I came inside the room with my fair belly and deep bellybutton completely exposed for Chacha-ji to feast upon! And from the corner of my eyes I did note that immediately both males (Ram and Chacha-ji) started ogling and eyeing my uncovered navel. Chacha-ji looked up and nodded and smiled at me suggestively appreciating my move. In fact Chacha-ji indicated me twice to go to the next room to talk.
What was the matter? Why was he so eager?
I just denoted to him through my eyes to be patient and wait till his tuition class was complete. The way we were expressing ourselves through our eyes was definitely risky especially with Ram present in the room, but thankfully he did not notice us do that. It also reminded me of my early marriage days when Vinay used to denote things like that to me if someone was present. The only difference from today was Vinay always used to naughty during these eye indication sessions and he purposefully would end each indication to me with a kiss or signified through his hands the size of my boobs or ass or how he was going to squeeze them, which obviously Chacha-ji was not doing. I giggled to myself.
The other thought was - if everyday Chacha-ji would send Ram out for some reason immediately after his studies, he might suspect something fishy was going on and hence today (instead of Chacha-ji) I decided to send him to bring some food from the nearby roll counter. My approach naturally made him very happy as he was very fond of street-side noodles and he was more than eager to bring the food. As soon as Ram left the room, Chacha-ji pulled me closer to him by my arm.
Me: Kya? Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Wah Beti! You look so stunning! Ek halka sa change and you look so eye-catching! Believe me Beti... mai bilkul bada-chadha ke nehi bol raha hoon!
I could understand that it was an honest remark by Chacha-ji. I knew the elderly man was eyeing my uncovered navel and out of natural shyness I just tried to pull my pallu to cover it.
Chacha-ji: Are kya kar rahi ho Beti... rehne do na... you are looking so...
Me: Par abhi to Ram nehi hai...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti adat dal lo... tum kya switch on/off ki tarah ek bar dhakogi aur ekbar khologi Ram ke presence ke upar... Ha ha ha... silly girl!
I also smiled on my foolish act and kept open my bellybutton quite shamelessly even in front of Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Your presence is so prominent now Beti... umm... just like... just like your gehri navi khestra! (he paused just for a second and continued) ...aur sach mei Beti... ye baat kehne ke liye to main to taras gaya tha... kiyo ki waha Ram tha... to mai bol bhi nehi pa raha tha!
Now I was getting slightly embarrassed considering the velocity of Chacha-ji’s praises and I smiled shyly at him. I could not deny the fact that I was feeling contended.
Chacha-ji: Are tum chup kiyu ho Beti?
Me: Aaj to aap itni bar mujhe ishara kar rahe the... mujhe to darr hi lag raha tha kahi Ram dekh na le!
Chacha-ji (murmured): Tu sali cheez hi aisi hai!
Me: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... main janta hoon Ram ke samne ishara karna jokhim bhara hai... par ye sari jo tum neeche kar ke pehni ho naa Beti... to sach mei tum itni kamaal lag rahi ho... I was unable to stop myself from expressing that!
Me: Kya Chacha-ji... aap bhi na!
He was still holding my hand as he was sitting on the chair and I was standing beside him. Now Chacha-ji gently pulled me more towards him, facing him.
Me: Are kya kar rahe ho aap?
Chacha-ji: Are thik se dekhne ka haque bhi kya nehi hai mujhe?
I blushed heavily as he pulled and positioned me in front of him. Now my naked fair belly and exposed navel were just in front of his eyes, more so as he was sitting on the chair. I started breathing a shade heavy also and my heaving blouse-covered boobs were also just in front of his eyes too. Naturally I was feeling quite tight to be standing like that in front of a male.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... very nice! Aur ab ye batao Beti ke iska asar Ram pe kitna hua?
Me: Achha khasa... err... mera matlab... thik hi tha Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: ‘Thik hi tha’ ka kya matlab hai Beti? Mujhe to lagta hai... Ram to pagal ho gaya hoga tumhe iss tarah dekhke... wo to kabhi apni maa ko aise nehi dekha hoga!
Me: Ji... err... nehi... err... mera matlab hai... waisa nehi.... par wo mujhe zaroor bari bari taak raha tha...
Chacha-ji: Bahut achha! Aisa hi mai anticipate kiya tha... Good! Apna dawai dekho sidha asar kar raha hai Ram pe!
I just nodded and smiled; what more could I say! I could not deny the fact that Ram was indeed getting slowly attracted towards my physical beauty.
Chacha-ji: And the good thing is I have not noted any further dirty porn books in his bag... which also in a way mean that he has started to take some interest in you and probably with more addiction will leave behind the dirty habit...hai na?
Me: Ji.... mai bhi wohi umeed karti hoon!
As I said “Ji.... mai bhi wohi umeed karti hoon!” - I got so foolish that I did not even try to ponder what I was saying! I was confessing and underlining the fact to Chacha-ji (who was not in any relation with me, just my landlord) that my grownup son was taking interest on my JISM!
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... yaha hume bahut chaukanya rehna padhega...
Me: Kis bare mei Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... samjho baat ko! Ram ka ye akarshan jo develop hua hai tumhe nayi rup mei dekhke... iss abhilasha ko...iss utsukta ko tumhe barkarar rakhna hai... nehi to...
Me: Nehi to?
Chacha-ji: Nehi to... wo firse wo sab dirty books padhne ki habit mei laut sakta hai naa!
Me: Ji... ji! Thik.. thik! Isko rokna hi hoga...
Chacha-ji: Iss liye Beti... hume aage badhna hoga... aur... aur tumhari ye bhari jawani ka bharpur upyog karna hoga... mera matlab... taki Ram behek na jaye kisi bahar wali se! You are getting me naa Beti?
I could realize Chacha-ji wanted to underline the fact that I must continue to behave sexily in front of my grownup son to which I agreed!
Me: Ji aur... err... mera matlab... wohi to mai kar rahi hoon.
Chacaha-ji: Kar rahi ho Beti... zaroor kar rahi ho... par ye bhi dhyan mei rakhhna hoga tumhe ke Ram ek jawan ladka hai... uska maang aur zaroorat badalta rahega... tum jaisi sochti to humesha waisa nehi hoga!
Me: Sach Chacah-ji... mujhe to ehsaas hi nehi tha ke Ram jawan ho chukka hai agar...
Chacha-ji: ...agar mai nehi bola hota to... yehi bolna chahti ho naa!
Me: Hmm.
Chacha-ji now stood up from the chair. He was still holding one hand of mine and now he placed his other hand on my head and gently patted.
Chacha-ji: Tumhe agar tumhare ye Chacha-ji par bharosa hai... to Ram kabhi nehi galat sangat me jayga... dekh lena... mai kabhi Ram ko bhatak e nehi doonga Beti!
His hand slowly went down from my head towards my shoulder area and he continued patting as he talked in a whispering tone.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... jawan to usse hona hi hai... tum rok nehi sakti... aurat ke sharir ke prati akarshan to hoga hi... aurat ki nangi sharir dekhne ki aas to usse hoga hi... tum rok nehi sakti... par Ram ke liye mera ye ho soch hai aur tum as a mother jo kar rahi ho uskle liye... wo usse zaroor sahi raasta dikhayega...
Me: Mai bhi wohi asha rakhti hoon Chacha-ji... nehi to ye jo besharmi mai uske liye kar rahi hoon....
Chacha-ji: BESHARMI! (Chacha-ji almost shouted) isse besharmi mat bolo Beti... tum kya apne bete ke samne adhi nangi ghoom rahi ho? Usse bistar par amantran de rahi ho? Batao? De rahi ho kya?
Me: Nehi... par ye jo mai...
Chacha-ji: Kya? Ye jo tum apne mamme dikha rahi ho Ram ko doodh pilane ke waqt?
I shyly nodded. Chacha-ji was now more closer to my body. His one hand was holding my arm while the other arm moved about on my shoulder – sometimes on my naked skin, sometimes on my blouse cover.
Chacha-ji: Are ye to common hai... tum dekho na koi bhi maa jab bacche ko doodh pilati hai kuch haad tak apne mamme to dikhati hi hai naa? Kya?
I again nodded shyly. Chacha-ji’s hand now moved towards my back and he continued patting me on my smooth blouse covered back to cheer me up.
Chacha-ji: Aur fir ye stan-paan to filmo mei bhi dikhaya gaya hai... aur kisine to isse ganda nehi kaha... balki prasangsha ki... tum dekhi ho ke nehi? Ram Teri Ganga Maili...
As I looked down, still standing almost within his arms, he moved his other hand from my arm brushing the entire length of my arm up to my shoulder and kept it there. As he talked he slightly shuffled and my twin firm breasts momentarily pressed on his body – the tips of my boobs pressed against his body making me shudder a bit. I involuntarily tried to push back slightly but since Chacha-ji was very close to me and I was almost in his arms the tips of my boobs continued to press on his body.
Chacha-ji: (taking his mouth close to my face): Are Beti.. jaha Mandakini ek rote huye bachhe ko apni mamme pilati hai aur apne pur-e mamme ko blouse se nikal ke bacche ke muh me deti hai... Remember?
I again nodded but was feeling extremely awkward and tight with my firm boobs pushing against his body. I could realize that continued light pressing of my boob flesh on his body was making my nipples stir and rise!
Chacha-ji: Yaha to tum sirf apne bête ke samne doodh pila rahi ho... par Raj Kapoor Sahab to Mandakini ko puri duniya ke samne doodh pilayi... and everybody could see her fair, round breast out of her blouse... but nobody said it was vulgar ya besharmi huyi hai!
Me (almost whispering): Ji... wo to hai!
Chacha-ji: Fir? Ye sab baat dimag se nikal do Beti... aur jaise mai kehta hoon waise karti jao! Ram ko usi se hi... jo mai keh raha tha.. adult education... wo shiksha mil jayega!
I was feeling very tight indeed as Chacha-ji shuffled again and this time my boobs pressed more onto the side of his body and I had to retract forcefully to remain comfortable.
Me: Err... Ji... ji Chacha-ji... aap ko baut bahut sukriya!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti.. Mai katahi nehi chahunga ke apna Ram gandi kitab padhta rahe aur dheere dheere bazaru aurat ke paas pahuch jaye apni jawani ke suruwad mei.... Are Ram kya sirf tumhara beta hai? Mera kuch nehi lagta? Huh! Are mai bhi usse bahut pyar karta hoon Beti.... aur hameisha chahunga ke wo sahi sangat me rahe!
The way Chacha-ji spoke the last few words with heavy sentiment and passion in his voice, I could not control my emotion and hint of tears came to my eyes, which in turn slowly rolled down my cheeks. I was clenching my lips to control myself but seeing my tears Chacha-ji immediately started wiping off my tear. His left hand wiped the tear droplets off my soft and rosy cheeks. I was breathing heavily. I could feel his warm breaths striking my face as we now very close physically and as he wiped my tears I could feel his elbow pressing the tops of my breasts openly over my sari and blouse. This time though the pressing on my boobs was much more undeviating and nonstop, I did not mind because we both had gotten emotional and considering he was my father’s age and the respect I gave him.
All was going smooth but I was slightly taken aback when he, again today like the prior incident, wiped my soft thick lips with his fingers while wiping the tears off my cheeks. The feel of male fingers on my pink tender lips immediately made me have goosebump all over my body and I involuntarily shuffled pushing my fleshy ass behind, not to mention the emotional feeling immediately turned into elated feelings!
Me: Suk... sukriya Chacha-ji... mai thik hoon...
Chacha-ji: Kya thik hoon? Roz roz aansu kyu nikal aate hai?
Saying that what he did was the least expected! He just held the tight flesh of my cheek and shook it with his two fingers just as we do to a chubby child while showing love and affection to the child!
I was all red in shyness and embarrassment!
Me: C-h-a-c-h-a – j-i! Mai kya bacchhi hoon ke aap..
Chacha-ji: O! O! O! To tum bachhi nehi rahi... badi kaha huyi ho? Hmmm... Par umar ke hisab se mai to tumhare pita saman hoon.... hai na? To tum to mere liye bachhi hi ho! Kyu?
Me (smiling): Ji...
Chacha-ji: Par ha... ek andaz se to tum zaroor badi huyi ho Beti... aur wo baat ko to mai bhi inkaar nehi kar sakta!
I looked questionably at him.
His left hand was still on my shoulder and now he put his other hand too on my shoulder as if he would embrace like a lover in his next move! And I instantly remembered that this was how Vinay used to show love to me during my initial married days. He put his hands on my two shoulders and pep talked me and finally took me in his arms and used to give me very tight hugs crushing my firm boobs on his chest. The very thought made me edgy. Moreover, just moments ago my boobs were pressing on his body as he talked to me closely and he also elbowed my boob flesh while wiping my tears which definitely was non-deliberate, but my body had heated up somewhat due to both actions, which I could not deny. Now the feel of Chacha-ji’s fingers on my both shoulders started to make me shaky and uncomfortable.
Chacha-ji: Tum zaroor badi huyi ho Beti... sharirik aur daihik rup se.... Ha... ye to koi bhi inkaar nehi kar sakta.... (almost in a whispering tone with his lips almost touching my cheeks) ...tumhari ye badi badi mamme... kaddu ki tarah badi aur bhari gaand... ye moti moti jaanghe... ye dekhke to mujhe bolna hi padega... tum badi huyi ho Beti!
Ha ha ha...( he now laughed out loud)
I was instantly red and was feeling very shy and was naturally not able to speak though by that time I had gotten somewhat used to Chacha-ji’s choice of dirty words to describe my figure. Instead of slapping this old thug for this perverted description of my body, I was giggling and feeling happy somewhere down my heart that my physical contours were still in shape even after so many years of marred life. I was foolish and blind enough not to realize that Chacha-ji was not a man of my age who was captivated by my beauty, but rather a perverted man who had an extremely dirty mind!
Chacha-ji: Kiyu Beti... kuch galat bola?
I chuckled and clenched my lips; my ears were all red and I was having a dry mouth with my heavy bosom going up and down under my sari. Chacha-ji now left me and got back into his chair. I felt much, much relieved as honestly my pulse was racing as long as he was holding onto me or touching me though I knew he was much older than me and was like a fatherly figure... but yet I had the strange ecstatic sensation!
Chacha-ji: Mai galat nehi bola... ye tum bhi janti ho Beti... kaun kahega ke tum do bachho ki maa ho!
I again giggled shyly and was flattered in some way which I could not deny!
Chacha-ji: Aur ye bhi janke rakhho Beti... ke yehi tumhari sab se badi taqat hai Ram to apni taraf akarshit karke rakhne ki... itne din tum iska istemal nehi kiye ho... par ab samay aa gaya hai...
I could well realize what Chacha-ji meant; he wanted me to use the sex appeal of my 30-year-old youthful developed body as a tool to keep Ram focussed towards me so that he remained defocussed from dirty habits.
Me: Ji... wo baat... err... wo baat mai samajh gayi hoon...
Chacha-ji: Very good...
Chacha-ji’s face as if lit up hearing me accommodating and accepting the bodily exposure that I had been doing in front of my grownup son. Chacha-ji naturally was more than happy that I had completely surrendered to his proposals and was ready to go further! Unsurprisingly the elderly man immediately came up with some more bold and hot suggestions for me – all in the name of my son!
Chacha-ji: Very good... ab to tum bhi samajh rahi ho ke ye jo prayog main kar raha hoon uska mahatwo kitna hai tumhare bête ke liye!
I nodded affirmatively.
Chacha-ji: Usi line mei Beti... mujhe lagta hai ke tumhe thoda modern yani adhunik hona padhega... I mean... Ram ke liye...
I could not understand in the beginning what he exactly meant and looked at him questionably.
Chacha-ji: Matlab... tumhari ye kosish rehna chahiye ke tum Ram ke nazron mei sada aur akarshak... aur adhunik lago!
He paused a little.
After a good tight sleep I was feeling quite fresh in the morning. Today Ram had practical classes in college, so he had to leave early for college. As he left for college he hugged and kissed me at the door and naturally I was quite conscious about his moves and I could note that he was as if getting confident in his moves as days went by! Earlier when he hugged me from the front, he did not try to hold me, he just leant towards me and gently brushed his lips on my cheeks bidding me good-bye. But now-a-days I was finding that he was trying to hold my waist or embrace me trying to feel more of my 30-year-old voluptuous figure! But since Chacha-ji had already coached me on this, I did not mind my son’s moves and had started taking them rather sportingly.
Today also when he came near me and gently hugged me, Ram put his left hand on my bare sweaty waist just above my sari. I was in the kitchen so naturally I was sweating profusely and his hand almost slipped on my sweaty and shiny waistline. I could feel his cold fingers and palm resting on my exposed belly flesh as he kissed me first on my left cheek and then on my right cheek saying ‘good-bye’. Though it was a routine thing that Ram did to me while going to college but surely I could detect subtle variation in his moves. Today he came so close to me while kissing my cheek and I had to virtually protect my fully developed firm breasts with my right hand from getting pressed directly on his body. I obviously did not want to overdo anything and unnecessarily excite my son while going to college. I also noted that while kissing me today Ram as if felt my smooth cheeks with his warm lips just a shade longer. I was naturally a bit uncomfortable momentarily especially when his lips met my cheeks as his left hand was resting on my bare belly. But Ram just smiled and behaved normally as he left for college and I thought it must be too much thinking on my part.
One significant change that had developed after Chacha-ji coaching me was that I was now-a-days not at all comfortable with my grownup son getting close to me and was ending up in a somewhat ‘heated’ state having hard nipples and warm thighs inside my dress, which never ever happened earlier! My son was as if turning like a ‘male’ touching me and was making me feel awkward and giving me a tight feeling physically. I was too much embarrassed to share that with anyone and continued to live with it.
Since Ram left early today for college I was not able to apply Chacha-ji’s lessons on him in the morning. As I got some time in the day I made sure to check Ram’s bookshelf if there were any more dirty books but fortunately there were none which surely made me feel pleased and naturally my faith intensified on Chacha-ji’s techniques.
In the afternoon after all my household works were complete, I decided to try out a trial to wear my sari low down my navel. When I tried that I realized that it was not the easiest thing to do as I had to adjust more than one thing!
Unlike other married women I was not at all comfortable to wear panties which had loose elastic grip on the waist; I rather would remain panty-less instead of wearing a panty with loose elastic waistband. I had noted several married women wearing panties with loose elastic bands and the panty sliding down their waist and even down their ass crack inside their dress. I was very particular about that. After stripping my sari in front of the mirror, I untied my petticoat string and dropped it down on the floor. I was now only wearing a panty down my half-naked naked body. As I usually wear my panty high up, I had to lower it down a bit since I would be wearing the sari below my navel. I lowered my panty waistline a bit down to and adjusted it appropriately for wearing sari in a low-hip style. Though it was not absolutely necessary, but still I did it for my own satisfaction.
But there was a problem!
I had a very thick tuft of choot hair which thinned upwards towards my navel and it was not easy for me to just lower my panty like that! I could easily note in the mirror that as I lowered my panty down my waist an inch, a prominent line of my pubic hair started remaining exposed over the scant cover of my undergarment! Though I knew the cover of the petticoat would be there, but still I was not 100% okay in my mind, but there was hardly anything that I could do also because the prime objective was to keep my navel exposed and for that I had to lower my dress.
Though I was somewhat uncomfortable exposing the upper limits of my pubic hairs, I was able to cover it with my petticoat. Unlike other women, my pubic hairs were thick and quite prominent even when they were at their upper limits near my navel! Then I wrapped my sari over my petticoat keeping my bellybutton fully exposed. To be comfortable and to check how I was looking, I walked a few steps in front of the mirror and immediately self-certified myself a few times and was quite contented that I was looking different!
I never had tried this before as I used to tie my sari always above my navel and never did my husband also suggested me to keep my bellybutton exposed while wearing a sari, but today following Chacha-ji’s suggestion I looked quite special! The whole appeal of my body as if heightened through this subtle change!
Me: Wow! Thanks Chacha-ji for suggesting this...
I giggled and murmured in my mind. Just then I also remembered how Chacha-ji caught me yesterday when I got unbalanced.
I could as if still feel his hand on my big firm gaand!
And yesterday at that time I was not even wearing a panty inside my sari and hence Chacha-ji must have felt the unrestricted heaviness of my ass flesh on his palm! Though no one was around and I was all alone in my bedroom, I started sniggering. .
How could I snigger at that incident? Chacha-ji was like a fatherly figure to me. Did he have a hard on directly gripping my tight fleshy bottom? I chuckled. Was I getting naughty in my thoughts? Was I trying to build things with Chacha-ji as Vinay was inert?
I was not aware when I got asleep thinking of all those and was awakened by my baby’s cries as he felt hungry. With sleepy eyes I pushed my pallu aside and just opened the hooks of my blouse and pushed my nipple inside Harpal’s mouth.
Bhabi-ji! Bhabi-ji! Bhabi-ji! Bhabi-ji!
I could hear Haria calling me. Haria was Chacha-ji’s servant who looked after his disabled son, Sanjay. Throughout the day Haria had to remain upstairs looking after the handicapped and hardly did he get a chance to come downstairs. If there was a need Chacha-ji generally came down and called me. What could have happened today that Haria was downstairs! Why was he calling me? Any emergency?
I hastily removed the nipple from the baby’s lips and got up; thankfully Harpal did not start crying at my act and started playing by himself. I just wrapped the pallu around me to look decent and opened the door.
Me: What... what is it Haria?
Haria: Bhabi-ji, mujhe niche ana pada kiyu ki Chacha-ji ghar me nehi hai...
Me: O... par hua kya hai?
Haria: Kuch der pehle mai varande mei tha... upar ... Sanjay Bhaiya waha baitha tha.... to Ram college se laut ke... niche se mujhe bola ke abhi wo Jayant ke ghar khelne ja raha hai... aur uska bag rakhke gaya aur ap ko batane ko bola...
Me: Uff! Ye ladka na...
Haria: Bag agar niche pada rehta Bhabi-ji... to koi uthake le jata... iss liye mai socha ke aap ko bol du...
Me: Nehi nehi... tu-ne bilkul thik kiya Haria... de bag de... aur tu upar ja... Sanjay akela hai... gir-wir jayega to muskil hoga.
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji...
Haria handed me the bag and was about to turn and go upstairs when he turned back to me and seemed wanted to say something more.
Me: Kya hua? Aur kuch bolega?
Haria: Umm... ji... mera matlab Bhabi-ji... umm...
Me: Are hichkhichata kahe hai? Bol na jo bolna hai?
Haria: Ha... Bhabi-ji... ek baat aapko batana chahta hoon... Ram...
Me: Aur kuch kiya hai Ram?
Haria: Nehi Bhabi-ji... kuch kiya to nehi.... par
Me: Are bol to sahi!
I was naturally getting impatient but was curious too as it was related to my son.
Haria: Ha batata hoon... peechle kuch dino se Bhabi-ji... mai dekh raha hoon ke Ram raat ko ek bar chatt pe jata hai...
Me: Chattt pe?!? Kis liye?
Haria: Mai nehi janta par roz nehi Bhabi-ji... mera matlab... guruwar, shanichar aur iitbar ko hi wo upar aata hai raat ko!
I was more curious now. Why would Ram go to the roof at night? And that too on specific days!
Me: Roz nehi? Sirf teen din? Ye to bada atpata sa harkat hai!
Hraia: Ji Bhabi-ji... pehle mai socha tha ke Ram se poochonga... par mai dekha ke wo chori-chupe chatt pe ata hai... to usse poochna mai sehi nehi samjha...
Me: Hmm... achha kiya usse direct nehi poocha... aur mujhe bataya...
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji... maine Chacha-ji ko bhi nehi bataya...
Me: Hmm... achha kiya... Kya wo.... kya wo cigerrate wigrette peene laga hai? Aur iss liye shayad chatt pe jata hai? Haria...ye ho sakta hai?
Haria: Kya Bhabi-ji... hapte mei sirf teen din koi cigarette peeta hai? Aur wo baat bhi nehi hai... kyo ki mujhe chatt pe diyaslai ya cigerrate-bidi ke tukde kabhi nehi mil-e!
Me: O! Tab to.... tab to dusra hi kuch baat hai!
I was naturally quite puzzled and was thinking hard on what could be the matter with Ram that he had to go to the roof three times a week at night. I was momentarily unmindful and when I got back to senses I as if felt that Haria was eyeing my big-sized mammaries, though he immediately shifted his eyes but my womanly sense probably caught him.
Me: Thik hai Haria... tu upar ja... mai dekhti hoon baat kya hai...
Haria: Ji Bhabhi-ji! Agar koi madat ki zaroorat padhe iss bare mei... to mujhe zaroor boliye...
I nodded and Haria went upstairs though I found him looking backwards at me for no apparent reason. I was back in my room with a somewhat concerned mind. Already Ram’s habit of reading dirty adult books was revealed by Chacha-ji and now Haria also noted something abnormal about my son. As I passed the mirror and was about to sit on the bed, I almost froze!
O My God! How could I do this! How could I be so, so careless?!?
I stood like a statue in front of the mirror with a wide open mouth of exclamation! As I was facing the mirror I could clearly note what had happened. In my sleepiness state when I heard Haria calling me I just pushed off the baby’s lips from my nipple and wrapped my sari pallu on my upper part and went out. I completely forgot to push back my right breast which the baby was sucking inside my blouse and went out straight in front the male servant!
O God!
As I stepped out of my bedroom in front of Haria my one breast was dangling out of my half-open blouse! I also noted that the sari I was wearing was also not thick enough to protect my decency and half of my naked right breast including my dark-textured areola and nipple was completely outside the cover of blouse! I cursed myself for being so sloppy and careless in front of the servant because after all he was an adult male and he must have been delighted to see such a sexy scene! That’s why probably I caught him eyeing my boobs and even when he was going upstairs he was time and again looking back at my exposed voluptuous figure!
In the evening once I was back from my walk with the baby and changed to a sari, I followed Chacha-ji’s suggestion and tied my sari below my navel. I could not deny the fact that I was looking much tempting with this slight adjustment and I also wore a bra (which I did not usually wear while at home) to look more tidy and elegant. Ram did not notice it at the first go but when he noticed it I could note that he was eyeing me more than normal. The young boy was simply bowled over and I giggled and enjoyed the stares of my son at my bellybutton and also on my overall voluptuous figure. I moved about in the room time and again in front of his eyes so that Ram could get a good look at my sexily exposed navel. Moreover, since today I was wearing a bra inside my blouse, my big-sized mammaries naturally looked all the more firm and full extracting more attention from my son!
Seeing Ram’s enthusiastic and fervent attention I could not stop myself from being slightly naughty! As I came to the kitchen and was about to get back to the room where Ram was studying I quickly adjusted my pallu over my boobs.... I made it thinner and pinned it tightly over my shoulder so that Ram could now spot a great sexy side-view of my left boob. Since I was wearing a bra my blouse-covered mammaries looked all the more firm and upright under my pallu. I checked that the entire shape and size of my blouse-covered coconut-like left breast was visible from the side! I giggled sexily and was breathing a shade heavy and went back from the kitchen to Ram again.
As soon as Ram spotted my sexy side-view, I noted him to be twitchy and restless which made me titter again. I could see his mouth open involuntarily and I realized that my overall sexy presentation had affected him quite a bit! As I moved about in the room doing ‘unnecessary’ cleaning and rearrangement of things, I could sense Ram was as if licking my exposed navel and tight boobies through his eyes!
Harpal also did not bother me much today and was playing by himself for a long period of time and so I got an uninterrupted opportunity to complete all my cooking and other chores and then I took him in my lap and sat where Ram was studying to feed him. I noticed that Ram was already developing his tuition teacher’s habit! I caught him twice today with his hand on his crotch and eyes on my jawani!
As per Chacha-ji;s direction I was all set to breast feed the baby in front of Ram. It was as if a double dose for my young growing son because he seemed already quite fascinated by my constant navel exposure and sexy side view of my boobs and now it was time for boob exposure! Though Ram did not have the courage to look directly at my breasts, he was trying his best to peep at my tits from the corner of his eyes. He was visibly restive and shuffling and was unable to focus on the college book that was open in front of him. I was also getting carried away by this exercise and seeing Ram’s keenness I felt like removing my blouse completely! I immediately giggled at my naughty thought!
I slowly opened my blouse hooks from the bottom and just moved the blouse aside to reveal my left melon which looked swollen and ready to be sucked. My baby was hungry and eagerly started sucking my milk filled left tit. I could observe that Ram was breathing a shade heavy and was doing all sorts of silly things to peep at my exposed breast. To convince my grownup son that I was not keeping an eye on him, I just picked up a book and started reading it. Ram must have been much relieved and glad seeing me do that.
He could now directly look at my swollen left naked mammary being sucked by the baby.
“Chuk chuk! Chuk chuk!”
I could make out that the constant sound which the baby was making while sucking milk from my breast must have made Ram all the more impatient! There was one problem that I was facing now that my overall exercise of exposing in front of my son was making me heated up somewhat, which was but natural, and this made my nipples a bit hard and erect and the baby was having difficulty to suck. I tried to control my elated condition so that my nipples did not get hard, but honestly it was not easy!
Some moments passed and I acted as if I was too much engrossed in the book that I was reading. I could sense that Ram had stopped peeping and was now directly staring at my shameless breastfeeding process. At times the baby was taking off his lips from my nipple (probably he was not able to suck probably from my hardened nipples) and then again was trying to suck and I was quite sure during that ‘rest’ period Ram must have been feasting his eyes on my naked breast with my brown swollen wet nipple completely out in the open and fully wet with milk and shining in the bright light of the room like some expensive gemstone!
Naturally the sight of any matured woman whose breast was half out of her blouse would (s)excite any male and Ram was no exception! My uncovered mammary hanging out to be sucked made Ram extremely horny and I could see his right hand had automatically gone down to his crotch and was scratching the area. I also noted from the corner of my eyes that he was now looking straight at my breasts, eyelids not twitching, as if mesmerized by the beauty of my big swollen mammaries.
Was I doing too much for the young boy to take?
I thought for a moment to cover myself with my pallu and stop this bold and shameless act, but instantly remembered Chacha-ji’s words to grow him up so that Ram was defocussed from those dirty pornographic books. So I continued to pretend to read the book that I had in front of me and my son as if ‘ate’ my nipple, areola, and the exposed breast flesh through his eyes!
After another couple of minutes I found Harpal sleepy; I had noted that the baby had played by himself for a significant period of time prior and so feeling sleeping was natural for him with a full appetite now. I did not raise my eyes so that Ram could comfortably continue to enjoy the ‘sexy show’ that I was offering to him. Ram must have noted that the baby was no more hungry and in fact instead he was playing with my boobs, pressing them and trying to grab my swollen erect nipple with his small fingers. The baby was also looking here and there, he was not sucking milk any more, and my left boob remained completely open for Ram to have a 100% unhindered view!
The next moment I noted that the baby looked at Ram and in turn Ram also acted as if he wanted to play with it. As the baby continued to look at his elder brother, the latter was hungrily staring at my tits and was making all sorts of gestures to the baby. I pretended as if I was too involved in the reading and did not care to look at what was going on.
My left tit continued to remain exposed.... now for a significant period of time... my pallu pushed up.... half of my blouse hooks open... the baby was not feeding... my left nipple and areola completely visible to Ram...
I continued my bold and shameless show for at least 5 minutes and then honestly I felt pretty much embarrassed to be sitting like that. Thankfully the baby fell asleep as it was tired and probably Ram also was too much excited seeing such a free and unhindered view of a woman’s breast that I caught him adjusting his dick inside his half pant. He must have been too horny and his dick must have grown to its full size as the very next moment he requested me to excuse him as he wanted to go to the toilet. I nodded with a wicked smile and could not stop giggling as he hurried towards the bathroom.
On the next tuition day, from the very start Chacha-ji seemed to be quite impatient and eager to talk to me and he even indicated that through his eyes twice or thrice whenever I came inside the room while he was giving tuition to my son. I was not obviously comfortable to talk to him in front of Ram or with my son present in the adjacent room and hence I indicated him through my eyes to kindly wait.
Today I had worn my sari well below my navel which I had been doing for the past couple of days and had got into the habit of wearing it down. Honestly the feeling was good and sexy too and I wanted my husband to see me too in that condition, but he was so involved in his world that I hardly could meet him in the house! T was one depressing part, other than that I stares and attention that I got from my son was most fascinating! Frankly initially I was slightly hesitant coming like that in front of my landlord, but then I thought that if I did anything different then Ram might think otherwise. Hence I came inside the room with my fair belly and deep bellybutton completely exposed for Chacha-ji to feast upon! And from the corner of my eyes I did note that immediately both males (Ram and Chacha-ji) started ogling and eyeing my uncovered navel. Chacha-ji looked up and nodded and smiled at me suggestively appreciating my move. In fact Chacha-ji indicated me twice to go to the next room to talk.
What was the matter? Why was he so eager?
I just denoted to him through my eyes to be patient and wait till his tuition class was complete. The way we were expressing ourselves through our eyes was definitely risky especially with Ram present in the room, but thankfully he did not notice us do that. It also reminded me of my early marriage days when Vinay used to denote things like that to me if someone was present. The only difference from today was Vinay always used to naughty during these eye indication sessions and he purposefully would end each indication to me with a kiss or signified through his hands the size of my boobs or ass or how he was going to squeeze them, which obviously Chacha-ji was not doing. I giggled to myself.
The other thought was - if everyday Chacha-ji would send Ram out for some reason immediately after his studies, he might suspect something fishy was going on and hence today (instead of Chacha-ji) I decided to send him to bring some food from the nearby roll counter. My approach naturally made him very happy as he was very fond of street-side noodles and he was more than eager to bring the food. As soon as Ram left the room, Chacha-ji pulled me closer to him by my arm.
Me: Kya? Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Wah Beti! You look so stunning! Ek halka sa change and you look so eye-catching! Believe me Beti... mai bilkul bada-chadha ke nehi bol raha hoon!
I could understand that it was an honest remark by Chacha-ji. I knew the elderly man was eyeing my uncovered navel and out of natural shyness I just tried to pull my pallu to cover it.
Chacha-ji: Are kya kar rahi ho Beti... rehne do na... you are looking so...
Me: Par abhi to Ram nehi hai...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti adat dal lo... tum kya switch on/off ki tarah ek bar dhakogi aur ekbar khologi Ram ke presence ke upar... Ha ha ha... silly girl!
I also smiled on my foolish act and kept open my bellybutton quite shamelessly even in front of Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Your presence is so prominent now Beti... umm... just like... just like your gehri navi khestra! (he paused just for a second and continued) ...aur sach mei Beti... ye baat kehne ke liye to main to taras gaya tha... kiyo ki waha Ram tha... to mai bol bhi nehi pa raha tha!
Now I was getting slightly embarrassed considering the velocity of Chacha-ji’s praises and I smiled shyly at him. I could not deny the fact that I was feeling contended.
Chacha-ji: Are tum chup kiyu ho Beti?
Me: Aaj to aap itni bar mujhe ishara kar rahe the... mujhe to darr hi lag raha tha kahi Ram dekh na le!
Chacha-ji (murmured): Tu sali cheez hi aisi hai!
Me: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... main janta hoon Ram ke samne ishara karna jokhim bhara hai... par ye sari jo tum neeche kar ke pehni ho naa Beti... to sach mei tum itni kamaal lag rahi ho... I was unable to stop myself from expressing that!
Me: Kya Chacha-ji... aap bhi na!
He was still holding my hand as he was sitting on the chair and I was standing beside him. Now Chacha-ji gently pulled me more towards him, facing him.
Me: Are kya kar rahe ho aap?
Chacha-ji: Are thik se dekhne ka haque bhi kya nehi hai mujhe?
I blushed heavily as he pulled and positioned me in front of him. Now my naked fair belly and exposed navel were just in front of his eyes, more so as he was sitting on the chair. I started breathing a shade heavy also and my heaving blouse-covered boobs were also just in front of his eyes too. Naturally I was feeling quite tight to be standing like that in front of a male.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... very nice! Aur ab ye batao Beti ke iska asar Ram pe kitna hua?
Me: Achha khasa... err... mera matlab... thik hi tha Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: ‘Thik hi tha’ ka kya matlab hai Beti? Mujhe to lagta hai... Ram to pagal ho gaya hoga tumhe iss tarah dekhke... wo to kabhi apni maa ko aise nehi dekha hoga!
Me: Ji... err... nehi... err... mera matlab hai... waisa nehi.... par wo mujhe zaroor bari bari taak raha tha...
Chacha-ji: Bahut achha! Aisa hi mai anticipate kiya tha... Good! Apna dawai dekho sidha asar kar raha hai Ram pe!
I just nodded and smiled; what more could I say! I could not deny the fact that Ram was indeed getting slowly attracted towards my physical beauty.
Chacha-ji: And the good thing is I have not noted any further dirty porn books in his bag... which also in a way mean that he has started to take some interest in you and probably with more addiction will leave behind the dirty habit...hai na?
Me: Ji.... mai bhi wohi umeed karti hoon!
As I said “Ji.... mai bhi wohi umeed karti hoon!” - I got so foolish that I did not even try to ponder what I was saying! I was confessing and underlining the fact to Chacha-ji (who was not in any relation with me, just my landlord) that my grownup son was taking interest on my JISM!
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... yaha hume bahut chaukanya rehna padhega...
Me: Kis bare mei Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... samjho baat ko! Ram ka ye akarshan jo develop hua hai tumhe nayi rup mei dekhke... iss abhilasha ko...iss utsukta ko tumhe barkarar rakhna hai... nehi to...
Me: Nehi to?
Chacha-ji: Nehi to... wo firse wo sab dirty books padhne ki habit mei laut sakta hai naa!
Me: Ji... ji! Thik.. thik! Isko rokna hi hoga...
Chacha-ji: Iss liye Beti... hume aage badhna hoga... aur... aur tumhari ye bhari jawani ka bharpur upyog karna hoga... mera matlab... taki Ram behek na jaye kisi bahar wali se! You are getting me naa Beti?
I could realize Chacha-ji wanted to underline the fact that I must continue to behave sexily in front of my grownup son to which I agreed!
Me: Ji aur... err... mera matlab... wohi to mai kar rahi hoon.
Chacaha-ji: Kar rahi ho Beti... zaroor kar rahi ho... par ye bhi dhyan mei rakhhna hoga tumhe ke Ram ek jawan ladka hai... uska maang aur zaroorat badalta rahega... tum jaisi sochti to humesha waisa nehi hoga!
Me: Sach Chacah-ji... mujhe to ehsaas hi nehi tha ke Ram jawan ho chukka hai agar...
Chacha-ji: ...agar mai nehi bola hota to... yehi bolna chahti ho naa!
Me: Hmm.
Chacha-ji now stood up from the chair. He was still holding one hand of mine and now he placed his other hand on my head and gently patted.
Chacha-ji: Tumhe agar tumhare ye Chacha-ji par bharosa hai... to Ram kabhi nehi galat sangat me jayga... dekh lena... mai kabhi Ram ko bhatak e nehi doonga Beti!
His hand slowly went down from my head towards my shoulder area and he continued patting as he talked in a whispering tone.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... jawan to usse hona hi hai... tum rok nehi sakti... aurat ke sharir ke prati akarshan to hoga hi... aurat ki nangi sharir dekhne ki aas to usse hoga hi... tum rok nehi sakti... par Ram ke liye mera ye ho soch hai aur tum as a mother jo kar rahi ho uskle liye... wo usse zaroor sahi raasta dikhayega...
Me: Mai bhi wohi asha rakhti hoon Chacha-ji... nehi to ye jo besharmi mai uske liye kar rahi hoon....
Chacha-ji: BESHARMI! (Chacha-ji almost shouted) isse besharmi mat bolo Beti... tum kya apne bete ke samne adhi nangi ghoom rahi ho? Usse bistar par amantran de rahi ho? Batao? De rahi ho kya?
Me: Nehi... par ye jo mai...
Chacha-ji: Kya? Ye jo tum apne mamme dikha rahi ho Ram ko doodh pilane ke waqt?
I shyly nodded. Chacha-ji was now more closer to my body. His one hand was holding my arm while the other arm moved about on my shoulder – sometimes on my naked skin, sometimes on my blouse cover.
Chacha-ji: Are ye to common hai... tum dekho na koi bhi maa jab bacche ko doodh pilati hai kuch haad tak apne mamme to dikhati hi hai naa? Kya?
I again nodded shyly. Chacha-ji’s hand now moved towards my back and he continued patting me on my smooth blouse covered back to cheer me up.
Chacha-ji: Aur fir ye stan-paan to filmo mei bhi dikhaya gaya hai... aur kisine to isse ganda nehi kaha... balki prasangsha ki... tum dekhi ho ke nehi? Ram Teri Ganga Maili...
As I looked down, still standing almost within his arms, he moved his other hand from my arm brushing the entire length of my arm up to my shoulder and kept it there. As he talked he slightly shuffled and my twin firm breasts momentarily pressed on his body – the tips of my boobs pressed against his body making me shudder a bit. I involuntarily tried to push back slightly but since Chacha-ji was very close to me and I was almost in his arms the tips of my boobs continued to press on his body.
Chacha-ji: (taking his mouth close to my face): Are Beti.. jaha Mandakini ek rote huye bachhe ko apni mamme pilati hai aur apne pur-e mamme ko blouse se nikal ke bacche ke muh me deti hai... Remember?
I again nodded but was feeling extremely awkward and tight with my firm boobs pushing against his body. I could realize that continued light pressing of my boob flesh on his body was making my nipples stir and rise!
Chacha-ji: Yaha to tum sirf apne bête ke samne doodh pila rahi ho... par Raj Kapoor Sahab to Mandakini ko puri duniya ke samne doodh pilayi... and everybody could see her fair, round breast out of her blouse... but nobody said it was vulgar ya besharmi huyi hai!
Me (almost whispering): Ji... wo to hai!
Chacha-ji: Fir? Ye sab baat dimag se nikal do Beti... aur jaise mai kehta hoon waise karti jao! Ram ko usi se hi... jo mai keh raha tha.. adult education... wo shiksha mil jayega!
I was feeling very tight indeed as Chacha-ji shuffled again and this time my boobs pressed more onto the side of his body and I had to retract forcefully to remain comfortable.
Me: Err... Ji... ji Chacha-ji... aap ko baut bahut sukriya!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti.. Mai katahi nehi chahunga ke apna Ram gandi kitab padhta rahe aur dheere dheere bazaru aurat ke paas pahuch jaye apni jawani ke suruwad mei.... Are Ram kya sirf tumhara beta hai? Mera kuch nehi lagta? Huh! Are mai bhi usse bahut pyar karta hoon Beti.... aur hameisha chahunga ke wo sahi sangat me rahe!
The way Chacha-ji spoke the last few words with heavy sentiment and passion in his voice, I could not control my emotion and hint of tears came to my eyes, which in turn slowly rolled down my cheeks. I was clenching my lips to control myself but seeing my tears Chacha-ji immediately started wiping off my tear. His left hand wiped the tear droplets off my soft and rosy cheeks. I was breathing heavily. I could feel his warm breaths striking my face as we now very close physically and as he wiped my tears I could feel his elbow pressing the tops of my breasts openly over my sari and blouse. This time though the pressing on my boobs was much more undeviating and nonstop, I did not mind because we both had gotten emotional and considering he was my father’s age and the respect I gave him.
All was going smooth but I was slightly taken aback when he, again today like the prior incident, wiped my soft thick lips with his fingers while wiping the tears off my cheeks. The feel of male fingers on my pink tender lips immediately made me have goosebump all over my body and I involuntarily shuffled pushing my fleshy ass behind, not to mention the emotional feeling immediately turned into elated feelings!
Me: Suk... sukriya Chacha-ji... mai thik hoon...
Chacha-ji: Kya thik hoon? Roz roz aansu kyu nikal aate hai?
Saying that what he did was the least expected! He just held the tight flesh of my cheek and shook it with his two fingers just as we do to a chubby child while showing love and affection to the child!
I was all red in shyness and embarrassment!
Me: C-h-a-c-h-a – j-i! Mai kya bacchhi hoon ke aap..
Chacha-ji: O! O! O! To tum bachhi nehi rahi... badi kaha huyi ho? Hmmm... Par umar ke hisab se mai to tumhare pita saman hoon.... hai na? To tum to mere liye bachhi hi ho! Kyu?
Me (smiling): Ji...
Chacha-ji: Par ha... ek andaz se to tum zaroor badi huyi ho Beti... aur wo baat ko to mai bhi inkaar nehi kar sakta!
I looked questionably at him.
His left hand was still on my shoulder and now he put his other hand too on my shoulder as if he would embrace like a lover in his next move! And I instantly remembered that this was how Vinay used to show love to me during my initial married days. He put his hands on my two shoulders and pep talked me and finally took me in his arms and used to give me very tight hugs crushing my firm boobs on his chest. The very thought made me edgy. Moreover, just moments ago my boobs were pressing on his body as he talked to me closely and he also elbowed my boob flesh while wiping my tears which definitely was non-deliberate, but my body had heated up somewhat due to both actions, which I could not deny. Now the feel of Chacha-ji’s fingers on my both shoulders started to make me shaky and uncomfortable.
Chacha-ji: Tum zaroor badi huyi ho Beti... sharirik aur daihik rup se.... Ha... ye to koi bhi inkaar nehi kar sakta.... (almost in a whispering tone with his lips almost touching my cheeks) ...tumhari ye badi badi mamme... kaddu ki tarah badi aur bhari gaand... ye moti moti jaanghe... ye dekhke to mujhe bolna hi padega... tum badi huyi ho Beti!
Ha ha ha...( he now laughed out loud)
I was instantly red and was feeling very shy and was naturally not able to speak though by that time I had gotten somewhat used to Chacha-ji’s choice of dirty words to describe my figure. Instead of slapping this old thug for this perverted description of my body, I was giggling and feeling happy somewhere down my heart that my physical contours were still in shape even after so many years of marred life. I was foolish and blind enough not to realize that Chacha-ji was not a man of my age who was captivated by my beauty, but rather a perverted man who had an extremely dirty mind!
Chacha-ji: Kiyu Beti... kuch galat bola?
I chuckled and clenched my lips; my ears were all red and I was having a dry mouth with my heavy bosom going up and down under my sari. Chacha-ji now left me and got back into his chair. I felt much, much relieved as honestly my pulse was racing as long as he was holding onto me or touching me though I knew he was much older than me and was like a fatherly figure... but yet I had the strange ecstatic sensation!
Chacha-ji: Mai galat nehi bola... ye tum bhi janti ho Beti... kaun kahega ke tum do bachho ki maa ho!
I again giggled shyly and was flattered in some way which I could not deny!
Chacha-ji: Aur ye bhi janke rakhho Beti... ke yehi tumhari sab se badi taqat hai Ram to apni taraf akarshit karke rakhne ki... itne din tum iska istemal nehi kiye ho... par ab samay aa gaya hai...
I could well realize what Chacha-ji meant; he wanted me to use the sex appeal of my 30-year-old youthful developed body as a tool to keep Ram focussed towards me so that he remained defocussed from dirty habits.
Me: Ji... wo baat... err... wo baat mai samajh gayi hoon...
Chacha-ji: Very good...
Chacha-ji’s face as if lit up hearing me accommodating and accepting the bodily exposure that I had been doing in front of my grownup son. Chacha-ji naturally was more than happy that I had completely surrendered to his proposals and was ready to go further! Unsurprisingly the elderly man immediately came up with some more bold and hot suggestions for me – all in the name of my son!
Chacha-ji: Very good... ab to tum bhi samajh rahi ho ke ye jo prayog main kar raha hoon uska mahatwo kitna hai tumhare bête ke liye!
I nodded affirmatively.
Chacha-ji: Usi line mei Beti... mujhe lagta hai ke tumhe thoda modern yani adhunik hona padhega... I mean... Ram ke liye...
I could not understand in the beginning what he exactly meant and looked at him questionably.
Chacha-ji: Matlab... tumhari ye kosish rehna chahiye ke tum Ram ke nazron mei sada aur akarshak... aur adhunik lago!
He paused a little.
