Update 15
Chacha-ji: Right! And she has two breasts which are...
Ram: Big and protruding...
Chacha-ji: Absolutely! Right again! And her nipples are...
Ram: Swollen and dark brown...
Chacha-ji: Right again!
Chacha-ji paused momentarily and I felt so mortified and dishonored the way my son described my private body parts so loudly and his teacher encouraged that by showering words of appreciation! My conservativeness was slapped hard by the two males.
Chacha-ji: And as you can see here Ram... (he just straightway patted my ass cheek!) ...you mom has a very round and firm bottom!
I was simply awestruck the way I was handled by my elderly landlord in front of my son! Ram probably was too innocent to realize the moves of his tuition teacher.
Chacha-ji: Feel here son! Feel here!
So saying he just took Ram’s hand and pressed it on my fleshy right ass cheek over my sari. I almost gasped as I felt my son’s full palm and his stretched out fingers on my gaand! Thankfully I was wearing a sari and not anything else, otherwise it would have been impossible for me to stand stable with my son openly pressing and cupping my butts. The petticoat and my panty under my sari acted as some decent cover for me on my heavyset bottom!
Chacha-ji: Just for your information Beta... buttocks are also colloquially termed as butts, booty and ass.
Ram: And also gaand Sir...
I could not control myself from reacting. I turned half way to face him.
Me: What sort of language is that Ram? This is what you are learning at college?
I must have been looking terribly sexy now as I was half-turned towards both males – my juicy coconut-like boobs standing out of my tight yellow blouse and my heavy ass being still pressed about by my son!
Ram: Par Mummy... seniors to bolte hai...
Chacha-ji: Kya bolte hai?
Ram: Sir... hum jab tiffin mei niche aate hai... rasta dikhta hai to bolte hai... dekh Queens College ki ladkiya kaise gaand hilake ja rahi hai... uss jeans wali ki gaand dekh, kitna sexy lag rahi hai,.panty bhi dikh rahi hai pant ke upar se... Madhuri madam ki gaand dekha... pura makhhan...
Me (could not take it at all): Just shut up Ram!
Chacha-ji: Beti! Beti! (saying that as if trying to calm me... he just patted on my fleshy ass again feeling my full ass globe with his palm!) ... Are Ram is able to say this as because he had heard it from his seniors and peers in college. You should not rebuke him for that... he cannot close his ears while in college.
Me: Par Chacha-ji ye to koi...
Chacha-ji: Beti! Janta hoon mai... par tum senior class ki ladko ki muh to band nehi kar sakte na? Nahi Ram apna kaan band rakh sakta hai!
So saying this time he just crossed the limit! Chacha-ji just pressed his hand harder on my round bottom flesh, in fact squeezed my ass cheek to indicate me to cool down!
Chacha-ji: I am talking to him naa... Beti ...you cool down and just stand still!
My heart as if skipped a beat as I felt the clear squeeze on my butt flesh from this aged male and indeed the squeeze was hard and reminded me of many such from my husband during our hay days! My scant panty strained over my flaring ass surface and I could feel immediate tightness on its cuts as I jiggled my solid bottom a little to feel at ease. The worst part was – my son was still pressing lightly on my other ass check with his hand! It was indeed a bit too much for a conservative housewife like me to take two different males pressing on my butt cheeks with their hands!
I gasped heavily and it was not possible for me to argue with Chacha-ji in that state. I just kept quiet.
Chacha-ji: Ram! As I stated earlier also... you should now know which words to pick and which ones not to... if you are to describe a woman’s bottom..... use the word “nitamb”... jaise... Well... aise ghur ghur ke uss nitambini ko mat dekh, wo meri mummy hai! Can you tell me the meaning Beta?
Ram: Ye.. yes Sir... Do not stare at that woman with large handsome buttocks, she is my mother.
Chacha-ji: Wah! Perfect! Dekho Beti... your son’s translation has also improved!
Chacha-ji again cupped my firm ass flesh, this time more directly, enjoying the tautness of my smooth ass globe! I indeed felt so embarrassed... more so probably hearing my son’s translation! Naturally I was red as a cherry! Chacha-ji through that sentence openly praised my pumpkin ass to my son to tempt him and probably to make him more attracted towards my jawani!
Ram also unsurprisingly seemed to be more jubilant hearing encouraging words from his teacher and I felt the direct consequence of that on my gaand!
I could clearly make out that Ram was exerting more pressure through his palm on my round bottom over my sari to extract a more pleasurable and sexy sensation! He must have been thoroughly enjoying this practical class and now he clearly tried to grip and cup more of my firm rear flesh through his stretched fingers!
I was now getting thoroughly excited and it was getting impossible to remain calm with two males cupping and “squeezing” my mansaal gaand. Chacha-ji being an adult male I could well understand his manly advances, but my son being an innocent teenager I could not guzzle down his advances. For a moment I even thought of turning around and giving a glare at him, but decided against it as I could capture that it was but natural for a growing teen like him to utilize the opportunity.
Ram: Err... Sir... I have a question... I mean... not a question... but... err...
Chacha-ji: Are Bolo na Beta... don’t hesitate! Your mummy will not mind...
Ram: No, no Sir... it’s... it’s not about mummy...
Chacha-ji: Are I know! It’s not about your mummy... but about your mummy’s booty I guess?
I felt so, so ashamed that I could feel my ears getting warm instantly! I tightened my lips and stood silently facing the wall. My nipples were hard getting the constant feel of ‘male hands’ on my big round booty!
Ram: Ji Sir! I mean... err... unlike mom’s lips and breasts... this is not a complete structure.
Chacha-ji: Which is not complete? Your mummy’s ass? What are you saying son! It’s so gorgeous... round and fleshy! See! (so saying Chacha-ji again did not lose the opportunity to “slap” my ass flesh openly!) ... it’s so tight... feel it!
I sighed deeply but to my utter astonishment I noted that my nipples were getting hard and erect in a very quick fashion! This action of patting and slapping my ass time and again was turning me on quite briskly! This probably had never happened in my entire married life! I could sense the very familiar “itch” in my choot also and undoubtedly I was getting turned on!
Ram: No no Sir... I did not mean that!
Chacha-ji: Then?
Ram: Err... I mean Sir... see... there are two parts of this structure (so saying he touched and pressed my right and left ass cheek – one at a time) ...and there is a fissure also present in between them... See Sir...
So saying he traced my ass crack lightly and immediately my whole body shivered sensing a male finger on my butt crack!
Chacha-ji: Oh! I got you now Ram! Yes... that’s a fair enough scrutiny from your end... and the crevice is not clearly visible to us due to the sari.
Ram: Ji Sir.
Chacha-ji: But to know this... you must be aware... where the cheeks are?
Ram: Cheeks? Par Sir... err.... mera matlab... wo to face mei hai...
Chacha-ji: Are budbak! Ye face wala cheeks nehi... ass wala cheeks hai... okay first show where is the cheeks that you normally refer?
Ram: Here.
Chacha-ji: Who is the model in this practical class?
Ram: Mummy... Sir...
Chacha-ji: Then... show it on her body naa....
Ram: Ji... ji Sir.
So saying Ram just pulled my elbow to turn me towards him (exactly like my husband Vinay!) and since he was too close to me I could not avoid pushing and pressing my heavy bosom onto his chest. Though he innocently indicated my cheeks to his tuition teacher, I enjoyed my firm blouse-covered boobs pressing against his tall body. My gbang-like nipples poking out of my blouse easily got depressed on his flat chest as Ram made me face him now. Honestly I was feeling so horny and weak that I made no effort to move away from my son!
Did Chacha-ji notice that?
Chacha-ji: Good... and here is the other pair of cheeks Beta...
So saying from the side he again patted my bulging ass cheeks over my sari, one at a time!
Ram: Okay Sir.
My whole ass flesh must have jiggled and vibrated inside my dress at each pat from Chacha-ji. And since I possessed a full round flesh-filled bottom and my flesh was still very tight there the scene must have been a very sexy one! Was that the reason he was slapping me time and again on my butts?!? My face flushed immediately. The old mischief!
Just then I noted that Ram was scratching the front of his pants with his left hand and it was no rocket science to guess that he was rubbing his erect rod! He was naturally excited “studying” his mother’s jawani in the practical class arranged by his teacher!
Ram: And Sir... these are called...?
Chacha-ji: Ass cheeks or butt cheeks.
Ram: Okay Sir.
I was still half turned towards my son and now I noted that Chacha-ji was also openly rubbing his khada lund inside his underpants! The term decency was as if was vanishing from that room. I could not take it any more as my eyes automatically was attracted towards Chacha-ji’s crotch and I noted he indeed was having quite a hard-on as his stout dick was dangling inside his chaddi very awkwardly! I had to turn back and face the wall as I was breathing hot and heavy.
Chacha-ji: And if you see here Ram... this crevice is deep and long... here...
So saying he just pushed my sari inside my ass crack to reveal my butt crevice more prominently to my son! Since I was wearing panty under my sari and petticoat Chacha-ji found it slightly hard to push my sari inside my crack but he was ultimately successful.
Chacha-ji: Is it not clear now Beta?
Ram: Yes Sir... the crack looks very prominent now.
Chacha-ji: Just feel it... how deep it is....
Ram: Ji Sir...
Immediately I sensed Ram’s fingers on my sari which was already pressed inside my butt crack! Ram slid his fingers up and down on my entire butt crack making it literally impossible for me to restrain myself any more!
Me: Ssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..Aaaahaaaahhhhhhhhhh!
I gushed out a soft long moan and my legs automatically parted a bit! I was now quite heavily aroused sexually! My arms automatically got folded on my boobs pressing them down towards my chest. I shamelessly ushered a grunt and pushed my heavy ass more towards my son’s face in excitement which in turn made me feel his fingers more profoundly inside my butt crack!
Me: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
I shook my big round ass in elation and made things look more sexy for my son and his teacher. Seeing the opportunity and my compromised state Chacha-ji started cupping and squeezing my ass flesh harder with his hand which made things worst for me. My ass cheeks had already started emitting heat which was a clear signal to the elderly man that I was excited sexually.
Ram: Umm... Sir... its so... deep and smooth!
Chacha-ji: Yes Beta! Your mummy has a perfect body! Feel it to your satisfaction....
Ram: Yes Sir... I have felt the entire length of mummy’s crack.
Chacha-ji: Great! Just for your knowledge ...at times also called the backeye slit!
So saying Chacha-ji could not probably restrain himself from this golden opportunity of feeling my sexy butt crack over my dress and I sensed that he quickly ran his stout fingers into my crevice! My whole body quivered and vibrated to his indecent move and I literally jiggled and swayed my round firm gaand to accommodate his finger inside my butt crack. I instantly realized that I did my butt shaking virtually in front of my son and landlord’s faces which must have been an extremely sexy scene for them watch! Though I was quite handsomely elated now, I flushed and felt embarrassed! Thankfully both Ram and Chacha-ji had their fingers now off of my butt area.
Chacha-ji: So, in a nutshell if we try to define… it should read like… buttocks are either of the two round and fleshy parts of a woman that form the bottom.
Ram: Okay Sir… have noted that… par iska function?
Chacha-ji: Yes… its somewhat similar to the other accessory organs…
Ram: Par Sir… I mean …
Chacha-ji: Where is the deviation? You can kiss and suck your mom’s lips? Right?
Ram: Right Sir!
Chacha-ji: You can kiss and suck your mom’s mammaries? Right?
Ram: Right Sir!
Chacha-ji: And same goes here also Beta! Your mom’s buttocks! (Chacha-ji again patted [read slapped] my fleshy ass)
Repeatedly he was slapping my sari-covered round ass in front of my son, but my feeling of embarrassment was overtaken by my erotic feelings! And I realized today at my 30th year of jawani that slapping my heavy butts do make me extremely elated, which my husband never tried in my whole married life!
Ram: Par Sir… Err… I mean… I can kiss mom’s buttocks… but how can I suck them?
Chacha-ji: Oh! Oops! Mistake! Mistake on my part! Dekho Beti! Your son is so immaculate about these things! Right Ram! But how did this point come to your mind Beta?
Ram: I mean Sir… I thought… err… I mean… I thought it this way ke…mummy’s lips are always moist and wet… so they can be kissed and sucked… err… I mean Sir… the juice in the lips can be sucked…
Chacha-ji: Absolutely! Aage bolo!
Ram: And Sir… I have noticed whenever my little brother cries, mummy pushes her breast into his mouth and he sucks her nipples for milk… so the nipples make mummy’s breasts easily suckable…
Chacha-ji: Right! Aage...
Ram: Par Sir… jab aap mummy ke nitamb ke bare mei bole aur dikhaye aur maine feel bhi kiya… I found there were no protrusions present on the buttocks and hence I concluded they can be kissed, but cannot be sucked.
Chacha-ji: Wah! Am impressed by your explanation!
Ram: Thank you Sir!
Chacha-ji: So... we will slightly edit the function... you can kiss and knead a woman’s buttocks..
Ram: Ji Sir...
Chacha-ji: And that completes....
Oyyya Oyyya Oyyya Oyyya! Oyyya Oyyya
The noise was coming from the other room. Harpal was awake. Since he was sleeping I was able to help Ram in his tuition class, but now I had to go! I turned and faced my son and his tuition teacher. I was indeed in a state of elation - my face was crimson, I was breathing heavily, my legs were weak, and being in a bra-less state my swollen and erect nipples were poking out of the sheer fabric of my yellow blouse; moreover my pallu was flowing on the floor (it seemed for ages) and due to my heavy breathing my blouse had slipped down a bit carrying the weight of my heavy bosom and now I was exposing more than an inch of my sweaty creamy cleavage. All in all I looked extremely sexy and tempting!
Chacha-ji quickly recognized my state and asked Ram to fetch his brother from the other room. As Ram went out of the room, Chacha-ji quickly picked up my pallu and placed it on my shoulder and even adjusted it over my blouse thereby not losing the opportunity to nudge and press by firm boob flesh over my sari-blouse.
Chacha-ji: You have done a very good job Beti today... your cooperation will reap for your son soon!
He pressed my breast flesh from the front in the pretext of adjusting my pallu. Though it was not a direct cupping or squeezing, it was more of a pressing on my boobs with his knuckles. I was not in a position to reply. I was feeling so indolent and longing for some more male touches, I did not object to his moves at all. I had my eyes closed and was breathing deeply. Sensing that the old fox did not stop there!
I could only utter a “thanks” in a low sexy voice!
Chacha-ji: You are tired...tum Harpal ko leke rest lo... but before that... mai tumhare pichwade ki sari thik kar deta hoon... wait!
And giving me no chance to react he quickly bent a bit and held my waist and turned me half way and placed his hands on my fleshy bottom again! In the pretext of taking out my sari from my butt crack, he again caressed my firm ass flesh and felt it with his palm and stout fingers – this time I could clearly feel that he even traced my panty-line on my smooth round ass! I could not offer any protest as I was feeling extremely weak and lazy.
Before Chacha-ji could do anything more, Ram was back with the crying baby in his lap and handed over to me. Though I was feeling weak and elated, I had to breast-feed the baby. I went out of the room with the baby in lazy steps. Ram and his tuition teacher were seated again for the study session. The baby had a real hard time sucking my boobs as my nipples were rock hard and erect. I was feeling horny, nervous and restless and as a result of it my milk-flow naturally got reduced. Thankfully Harpal did not complain much and only after a few minutes of sucking my breasts fell asleep. I sighed relief and went to the kitchen for preparing dinner. My whole body was aching and longing for some tight hugs and honestly some action in my honey-pot! Due to the complete absence of sexual activities in my life due to my husband’s detachment (joblessness, drinking, and late nights) I was probably feeling more frustrated.
At dinnertime even I could feel I was yet to be normal! At least two to three hours had passed but unfortunately I was still feeling horny inside. I was not able to concentrate on anything. I was fumbling at work. I had taken a bath and changed to a light nighty and remained without any undergarments as Chacha-ji was upstairs and there was little chance that Haria or Chacha-ji would come down at that hour of the evening. My condition was such that the nighty also was giving me a sensation of heaviness on my heated body! As I served dinner I could easily sense that Ram was eyeing me more than on other days, obviously after the biology practical class. He was bold enough to stare at the bounce and sway of my bra-less heavy tits under my nighty. The roundedness of my protruding panty-less ass was also exposed more to my grownup son by the thin fabric of my nightdress. Moreover, I noted that he was also eyeing my thick legs pushing against the thin fabric of my nighty as I walked.
Did he shag in the toilet thinking of me? Today Ram had observed and touched me very closely during his practical class in a very, very direct manner under Chacha-ji’s guidance which I was sure had its effect on his mind and body.
I continued to remain heated from inside as I completed my household chores. Harpal and Ram went to bed. I also went to bed but remained restless. I tried to console myself by self-pressing by boob flesh and self-fingering my pussy but to little effect. I pressed the pillow on my firm boob flesh as if I was being hugged and even pressed and pushed a thick cucumber onto my choot area as well as sucking it to get the feel of a male penis! I was getting crazy!
Just then in the middle of the night Vinay (my husband) returned. As usual he was drunk and had just enough strength to close the main door, change to his lungi, and get to bed. After he was addicted to drinking he slept on the floor on a mattress just below the bed. Other days I did not even bother to look at him as I hated drinking and the odor, but today I was feeling so hot and restless that I could not restrain myself from going down from the bed to the mattress!
I looked at Ram... he was sleeping deeply so and was my baby. I slowly pushed my plump body out of the bed and slipped to the mattress where Vinay was. I shamelessly hugged him – I was over his body. My heavy round booty faced the ceiling and I tried to kiss his lips, but the repulsive pungent smell of alcohol did not allow me to do so! I brushed my face on his flat hairy chest but to no effect as after heavy drinking my husband had literally zero strength and sense to react to my bodily moves! Frustrated and agitated I slid down from over his body and remained by his side. I quickly decided to get naked in the thoughts that the feel of my voluptuous silky naked body might ignite him.
I got out of my sheer nightly and was completely naked. The room was dimly lit with the night lamp and I indeed looked gorgeous as I looked down at my curvy 30-year-old plump body. I took his senseless hand and placed it on my naked firm mammaries. The feel of his warm hand on my naked boob flesh definitely eased some of my ecstatic pain, but to my hard luck he was so, so heavily drunk that he was not able to do anything on his own!
I whispered and called him a few times, pushed him, jerked him but was aware not to make too much ado because I did not want Ram to wake up obviously. I got up from my lying posture and sat beside him and got myself in an extremely sexy posture and swayed and pressed my milk-filled hanging boobies on his face. It indeed gave me a lot of coziness and thrill as my naked tits brushed and pressed against Vinay’s nose and lips. I even took his hand and placed it directly on my nangi choot and enjoyed the feel. And lastly I opened his lungi knot and took out his rod. Unfortunately it was limp and had no strength. Still... a penis is a penis... its an all-time favorite to any married woman. I rubbed and caressed his meat, but was unsuccessful to raise it to my satisfaction. Despite my best efforts Vinay’s naked lund could only be semi-erect as he continued to remain in deep sleep. Frustrated and dejected, after sucking his lund after sometime I got up to bed and lying on the bed I self fingered myself.
The problem was now that after feeling, caressing and sucking my husband’s lund I was feeling hotter and felt impossible to put back my nighty. I remained nude, not a thread on my body, just beside my grownup son (though Harpal was there in between us)! As I looked at Ram’s face I instantly remembered the way he touched and groped me in the biology practical class last evening. I smiled and felt shy and escalated my fingering speed about my choot. After sometime as I felt sleepy I decided to wear something... if Ram wakes up to go to toilet he will find me in this complete naked state; moreover the window of the room was also open; my neighbor could also peep to a scene of his lifetime! I smiled to myself and wore my nightly but pulled it up to my waist as I was feeling very hot wearing it keeping my gorgeous, naked, rotund thighs uncovered. I did not know when I fell asleep with my finger inside my cunt....!
Next morning as I in the kitchen I noticed Ram got up early and he started studying probably for the class test that he had that day. Vinay had left the house prior to that and now-a-days he did not even talk to me; he always remained agitated, irritated and disturbed! Initially I tried to console him, but seeing his rough attitude and inclination to drinking, I decided to remain aloof. Last week he did mention to me that he might get a job by the end of this month but that would be overseas…. some place called Dubai or some Dhabi and he would send money from there. Hearing that I realized that I had to take care of my sons myself; Vinay would be of no help.
Harpal was still sleeping though he had a round of milk feeding in the morning. Myself and Ram had completed our breakfast when Ram came to me looking a bit confused.
Me: Kya hua? Lessons complete?
Ram: Mummy… err... kya bataun... I am getting confused with the terms…
Me: Kaun sa terms? The ones you studied last evening for the test?
Ram: Yes mom… when I am reading the books I can remember... but as soon as I try to memorize by heart... they are jumbling up!
Me: But Chacha-ji explained you so thoroughly yesterday... even you had the practical class with me and him... still you are....!!!
Ram: Wohi to problem hai mummy!
Me (confused slightly): I did not get you Beta!
Ram: Copy mei to terms hai… unke functions hai… types hai… but I am getting confused kaun sa kis ka hai… kaun sa male hai…kaun sa female hai… kaun sa main hai… kaun sa accessory hai…
Me: Oh! Tab to muskil hai… kiyu ki Chacha-ji to bazaar gaye hai and he said he will get late as he will drop the electric bill at one go and then return!
Ram: Oh no! Aj hi electric bill dene jana tha! What will I do now mummy? Test bhi to aji hai...
I did not get the slightest hint that Ram was pretending such that he gets another opportunity to get closer to my plump and tempting feminine body.
Me: Are nehi nehi Ram.. kuch karte hai … don’t get nervous!
Ram: Mummy I am not nervous… I just need a brush up session… kal Chacha-ji jaise karwaye the.... then I am sure I will be able to remember everything. Things are just getting jumbled up.
Since Chacha-ji was not there I had to do something to help Ram. Though it was more of an honest effort to help my son, somewhere down my mind the fact remained that I was also unsatisfied and horny from yesterday (though much subsided after sleeping); and sensing this opportunity to get close to my son’s body (read a male body) my mind acted instantly. My blood as if started to gush through my vessels thinking of this golden prospect!
Though there was a second thought in my mind about getting deliberately naughty towards my innocent son, but the other flow was indeed more profound. What was the harm in getting closer to my son? Only yesterday I did it and did not feel any guilt about it. In fact the way my young lad touched, caressed and fondled me made me feel hot in a slightly different manner! I enjoyed it with a pinch of shyness, which is absent when my husband makes love to me. Its so open... gatting naked even does not make me feel shy in front of Vinay... but here just dropping my pallu made me feel red!
In no way I was trying to entice or lure him towards me.... I mean in a crude way.... by wearing a short or indecently provocative dress. I was just aiding in his biology lessons...
Yes, the way was definitely unique.... as advised by Chacha-ji! But I did not mind it.
If aiding in his lessons through my “bhari jawani” (as described by Chacha-ji) keeps my son away from cheap pornographic books, why not indulge him in that!
There was no second thoughts now in my mind and I was all set to proceed. And there was no harm in trying it on my own... without Chacha-ji’s guidance!
Ram: Mummy... ekbar fir se kar dene se mujhe lagta hai saari yaad aa jayegi…
Me: Okay Beta... okay... will do that... just like yesterday... if that helps you to remember your lessons... will do that!
Ram (visibly looking overjoyed): O really Mummy! Thanks a ton! I will bring my biology notebook right away!
Ram was more than overjoyed and he rushed out of the room. I quickly checked myself in the mirror. I was wearing the housecoat, which I generally wear in the morning over my nighty to look decent, as Chacha-ji and Haria come downstairs; moreover I also go in front of the Doodhwala and the sabji-wala. Since at that time Haria was busy with Sanjay (Chacha-ji’s handicapped son) and would not come down and the Doodhwala and the sabji-wala had already visited, I felt safe to disrobe my housecoat. That way I definitely looked sexier as the curves of my voluptuous body was evident through my thin pink nighty. I smiled to myself patting my naughtiness.
Me: Come to this room Ram... then I can keep an eye on Harpal also.
Ram: Okay mom... coming.
As he entered the room with his notebook in his hand, I softly closed the door. Obviously I wanted to be “safe” doing this practical class. Thankfully Ram was not surprised seeing me without the housecoat as he was habituated seeing me in my nightdress in the house.
Me: college jane mei abhi time hai... to pura cheez thik se dekh lena... taki pura yaad aa jaye!
Ram: Ji mummy... I will follow the notebook.
Me: Notebook? Par you should follow yesterday’s practical class... as guided by Chacha-ji... isn’t it?
Ram: Ha ha mummy... par book dekhna zaroori hai for the terminology....
Me: Okay, okay. Par ek cheez... abhi to Chacha-ji tumhe nehi milnge.... aur mujhe bhi kuch khaas malum nehi ye sab ke bare mei... to Beta... tumhe apne aap hi karna padhega ye practical class...
Ram: Ha mummy... kar lunga mai.... tum sirf saath dena kal jaise... taki mujhe yaad rakhne mei asani ho.
Me: Sure Beta. So... can we... I mean... can we start?
Was I getting impatient? I could easily feel my heart racing a bit and I was exhaling warm breaths already in anticipation and some nervousness!
Ram: Ji.... ji Mummy!
I could easily note that Ram was eyeing my firm round boobs as he conversed with me. My nighty was slightly tight round my bosom due the firmness and the fullness of my breasts. Also while checking myself in the mirror I adjusted my nighty so that Ram could clearly have an eyeful of my wheat-colored sweaty cleavage. Definitely exposing that I looked more attractive.
And when I noted his eyes I could clearly catch his excitement and eagerness eyeing my sexy boobs. The keenness and commitment in his eyes really impressed me! I blushed within myself and took a few steps and stood by the bedside.
Ram: Mummy... what I will try to do is... I will name the organs without seeing the book... locate them... (he cleverly avoided saying “on my body”) ....and tell their function and then move onto the next.
Me: Okay, par pata kaise chalega ke tu thik bol raha hai ke nehi?
Ram: You check the copy naa...
I thought for a second and instantly realized that this could be an excellent ploy to avoid direct eye contact with my son during the embarrassing (=exciting) touching session! I instantly grabbed the idea.
Me: Yes, yes... that’s a good idea. I will know if you are telling correctly or not.
Ram: Aur Mummy... you will not find it difficult as Chacha-ji hamesha English terms ke bagal mei Hindi likh dete hai for my understanding....
Me: Oh... tab to koi pareshani ki baat nehi hai... give me the copy.
Ram came closer and handed me the notebook. I could realize that my breathing was getting faster as I had never done anything of this sort prior with my son and that too so ‘consciously’!
Ram: Mujhe confusion female wale me hi zyada ho raha hai... shall I start with that?
Me: Okay...
Ram was standing just a foot away from me – enough close to me. Ram was tall for his age and he was almost as tall as me. I could see his chest going up and down inside his T-shirt. I rested on the bedside with my heavy ass pressing against it while I held the copy in my hand.
Ram: The female reproductive system consists of... consists of.... a pair of ovaries, oviduct, uterus, cervix, and... and....
Me (quickly picking up from his notes): Hmm... yes.... ab tak to sab thiki bola hai... what is the other one?
Ram: Ha... one sec Mummy... yehi yaad nehi aa raha hai... Umm... err... I feel... and... and penis?
Me: Penis!
I almost shrieked and taken aback by my son’s innocent mishmash!
Me: Are Beta... lun.... mera matlab... pe... penis to male organ hai...
Ram: Par mummy... kal to Chacha-ji... dikhaya naa..... aapka waha par (indicating my choot area) penis hai...
I was baffled at his jumbling up! I really did not expect that he would mix up things like that.
Me: Hey bhagwan... you have mixed it totally!
Ram: Par mummy practical mei to Sir aise-hi bole the!
Me: Nehi! (firmly) Yaad karo Beta...
He again looked blank and was scratching his head. I thought it wise to repeat what Chacha-ji had done yesterday.
Me: Let me repeat what Chacha-ji yesterday did... okay? Matlab err... jo practical class wo kiye thhe wo!
Ram (evidently looked keen and sparkling again): Yes yes mummy... you repeat the practical class.... then I think I will be able to recollect!
Me: Okay... then as per your notes... pehle mai male reproductive organ dikhata hoon...
Ram: Okay Mummy.
Me: Paas aa... (Ram stepped forward) Ha... yaha khada rahe... here...
Saying that I took the copy in my left hand and extended my right hand to grab his penis under his half pant. As soon as I touched his small penis over his pant, my whole body as if shivered and I felt I was not touching my son’s dick, but rather was touching an unknown man’s dick!
Me (almost in a trembling voice): Here... this is the penis Beta... it’s in your body... not mine... matlab... it’s a part of the male system...Remember now? .
Ram: Big and protruding...
Chacha-ji: Absolutely! Right again! And her nipples are...
Ram: Swollen and dark brown...
Chacha-ji: Right again!
Chacha-ji paused momentarily and I felt so mortified and dishonored the way my son described my private body parts so loudly and his teacher encouraged that by showering words of appreciation! My conservativeness was slapped hard by the two males.
Chacha-ji: And as you can see here Ram... (he just straightway patted my ass cheek!) ...you mom has a very round and firm bottom!
I was simply awestruck the way I was handled by my elderly landlord in front of my son! Ram probably was too innocent to realize the moves of his tuition teacher.
Chacha-ji: Feel here son! Feel here!
So saying he just took Ram’s hand and pressed it on my fleshy right ass cheek over my sari. I almost gasped as I felt my son’s full palm and his stretched out fingers on my gaand! Thankfully I was wearing a sari and not anything else, otherwise it would have been impossible for me to stand stable with my son openly pressing and cupping my butts. The petticoat and my panty under my sari acted as some decent cover for me on my heavyset bottom!
Chacha-ji: Just for your information Beta... buttocks are also colloquially termed as butts, booty and ass.
Ram: And also gaand Sir...
I could not control myself from reacting. I turned half way to face him.
Me: What sort of language is that Ram? This is what you are learning at college?
I must have been looking terribly sexy now as I was half-turned towards both males – my juicy coconut-like boobs standing out of my tight yellow blouse and my heavy ass being still pressed about by my son!
Ram: Par Mummy... seniors to bolte hai...
Chacha-ji: Kya bolte hai?
Ram: Sir... hum jab tiffin mei niche aate hai... rasta dikhta hai to bolte hai... dekh Queens College ki ladkiya kaise gaand hilake ja rahi hai... uss jeans wali ki gaand dekh, kitna sexy lag rahi hai,.panty bhi dikh rahi hai pant ke upar se... Madhuri madam ki gaand dekha... pura makhhan...
Me (could not take it at all): Just shut up Ram!
Chacha-ji: Beti! Beti! (saying that as if trying to calm me... he just patted on my fleshy ass again feeling my full ass globe with his palm!) ... Are Ram is able to say this as because he had heard it from his seniors and peers in college. You should not rebuke him for that... he cannot close his ears while in college.
Me: Par Chacha-ji ye to koi...
Chacha-ji: Beti! Janta hoon mai... par tum senior class ki ladko ki muh to band nehi kar sakte na? Nahi Ram apna kaan band rakh sakta hai!
So saying this time he just crossed the limit! Chacha-ji just pressed his hand harder on my round bottom flesh, in fact squeezed my ass cheek to indicate me to cool down!
Chacha-ji: I am talking to him naa... Beti ...you cool down and just stand still!
My heart as if skipped a beat as I felt the clear squeeze on my butt flesh from this aged male and indeed the squeeze was hard and reminded me of many such from my husband during our hay days! My scant panty strained over my flaring ass surface and I could feel immediate tightness on its cuts as I jiggled my solid bottom a little to feel at ease. The worst part was – my son was still pressing lightly on my other ass check with his hand! It was indeed a bit too much for a conservative housewife like me to take two different males pressing on my butt cheeks with their hands!
I gasped heavily and it was not possible for me to argue with Chacha-ji in that state. I just kept quiet.
Chacha-ji: Ram! As I stated earlier also... you should now know which words to pick and which ones not to... if you are to describe a woman’s bottom..... use the word “nitamb”... jaise... Well... aise ghur ghur ke uss nitambini ko mat dekh, wo meri mummy hai! Can you tell me the meaning Beta?
Ram: Ye.. yes Sir... Do not stare at that woman with large handsome buttocks, she is my mother.
Chacha-ji: Wah! Perfect! Dekho Beti... your son’s translation has also improved!
Chacha-ji again cupped my firm ass flesh, this time more directly, enjoying the tautness of my smooth ass globe! I indeed felt so embarrassed... more so probably hearing my son’s translation! Naturally I was red as a cherry! Chacha-ji through that sentence openly praised my pumpkin ass to my son to tempt him and probably to make him more attracted towards my jawani!
Ram also unsurprisingly seemed to be more jubilant hearing encouraging words from his teacher and I felt the direct consequence of that on my gaand!
I could clearly make out that Ram was exerting more pressure through his palm on my round bottom over my sari to extract a more pleasurable and sexy sensation! He must have been thoroughly enjoying this practical class and now he clearly tried to grip and cup more of my firm rear flesh through his stretched fingers!
I was now getting thoroughly excited and it was getting impossible to remain calm with two males cupping and “squeezing” my mansaal gaand. Chacha-ji being an adult male I could well understand his manly advances, but my son being an innocent teenager I could not guzzle down his advances. For a moment I even thought of turning around and giving a glare at him, but decided against it as I could capture that it was but natural for a growing teen like him to utilize the opportunity.
Ram: Err... Sir... I have a question... I mean... not a question... but... err...
Chacha-ji: Are Bolo na Beta... don’t hesitate! Your mummy will not mind...
Ram: No, no Sir... it’s... it’s not about mummy...
Chacha-ji: Are I know! It’s not about your mummy... but about your mummy’s booty I guess?
I felt so, so ashamed that I could feel my ears getting warm instantly! I tightened my lips and stood silently facing the wall. My nipples were hard getting the constant feel of ‘male hands’ on my big round booty!
Ram: Ji Sir! I mean... err... unlike mom’s lips and breasts... this is not a complete structure.
Chacha-ji: Which is not complete? Your mummy’s ass? What are you saying son! It’s so gorgeous... round and fleshy! See! (so saying Chacha-ji again did not lose the opportunity to “slap” my ass flesh openly!) ... it’s so tight... feel it!
I sighed deeply but to my utter astonishment I noted that my nipples were getting hard and erect in a very quick fashion! This action of patting and slapping my ass time and again was turning me on quite briskly! This probably had never happened in my entire married life! I could sense the very familiar “itch” in my choot also and undoubtedly I was getting turned on!
Ram: No no Sir... I did not mean that!
Chacha-ji: Then?
Ram: Err... I mean Sir... see... there are two parts of this structure (so saying he touched and pressed my right and left ass cheek – one at a time) ...and there is a fissure also present in between them... See Sir...
So saying he traced my ass crack lightly and immediately my whole body shivered sensing a male finger on my butt crack!
Chacha-ji: Oh! I got you now Ram! Yes... that’s a fair enough scrutiny from your end... and the crevice is not clearly visible to us due to the sari.
Ram: Ji Sir.
Chacha-ji: But to know this... you must be aware... where the cheeks are?
Ram: Cheeks? Par Sir... err.... mera matlab... wo to face mei hai...
Chacha-ji: Are budbak! Ye face wala cheeks nehi... ass wala cheeks hai... okay first show where is the cheeks that you normally refer?
Ram: Here.
Chacha-ji: Who is the model in this practical class?
Ram: Mummy... Sir...
Chacha-ji: Then... show it on her body naa....
Ram: Ji... ji Sir.
So saying Ram just pulled my elbow to turn me towards him (exactly like my husband Vinay!) and since he was too close to me I could not avoid pushing and pressing my heavy bosom onto his chest. Though he innocently indicated my cheeks to his tuition teacher, I enjoyed my firm blouse-covered boobs pressing against his tall body. My gbang-like nipples poking out of my blouse easily got depressed on his flat chest as Ram made me face him now. Honestly I was feeling so horny and weak that I made no effort to move away from my son!
Did Chacha-ji notice that?
Chacha-ji: Good... and here is the other pair of cheeks Beta...
So saying from the side he again patted my bulging ass cheeks over my sari, one at a time!
Ram: Okay Sir.
My whole ass flesh must have jiggled and vibrated inside my dress at each pat from Chacha-ji. And since I possessed a full round flesh-filled bottom and my flesh was still very tight there the scene must have been a very sexy one! Was that the reason he was slapping me time and again on my butts?!? My face flushed immediately. The old mischief!
Just then I noted that Ram was scratching the front of his pants with his left hand and it was no rocket science to guess that he was rubbing his erect rod! He was naturally excited “studying” his mother’s jawani in the practical class arranged by his teacher!
Ram: And Sir... these are called...?
Chacha-ji: Ass cheeks or butt cheeks.
Ram: Okay Sir.
I was still half turned towards my son and now I noted that Chacha-ji was also openly rubbing his khada lund inside his underpants! The term decency was as if was vanishing from that room. I could not take it any more as my eyes automatically was attracted towards Chacha-ji’s crotch and I noted he indeed was having quite a hard-on as his stout dick was dangling inside his chaddi very awkwardly! I had to turn back and face the wall as I was breathing hot and heavy.
Chacha-ji: And if you see here Ram... this crevice is deep and long... here...
So saying he just pushed my sari inside my ass crack to reveal my butt crevice more prominently to my son! Since I was wearing panty under my sari and petticoat Chacha-ji found it slightly hard to push my sari inside my crack but he was ultimately successful.
Chacha-ji: Is it not clear now Beta?
Ram: Yes Sir... the crack looks very prominent now.
Chacha-ji: Just feel it... how deep it is....
Ram: Ji Sir...
Immediately I sensed Ram’s fingers on my sari which was already pressed inside my butt crack! Ram slid his fingers up and down on my entire butt crack making it literally impossible for me to restrain myself any more!
Me: Ssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..Aaaahaaaahhhhhhhhhh!
I gushed out a soft long moan and my legs automatically parted a bit! I was now quite heavily aroused sexually! My arms automatically got folded on my boobs pressing them down towards my chest. I shamelessly ushered a grunt and pushed my heavy ass more towards my son’s face in excitement which in turn made me feel his fingers more profoundly inside my butt crack!
Me: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
I shook my big round ass in elation and made things look more sexy for my son and his teacher. Seeing the opportunity and my compromised state Chacha-ji started cupping and squeezing my ass flesh harder with his hand which made things worst for me. My ass cheeks had already started emitting heat which was a clear signal to the elderly man that I was excited sexually.
Ram: Umm... Sir... its so... deep and smooth!
Chacha-ji: Yes Beta! Your mummy has a perfect body! Feel it to your satisfaction....
Ram: Yes Sir... I have felt the entire length of mummy’s crack.
Chacha-ji: Great! Just for your knowledge ...at times also called the backeye slit!
So saying Chacha-ji could not probably restrain himself from this golden opportunity of feeling my sexy butt crack over my dress and I sensed that he quickly ran his stout fingers into my crevice! My whole body quivered and vibrated to his indecent move and I literally jiggled and swayed my round firm gaand to accommodate his finger inside my butt crack. I instantly realized that I did my butt shaking virtually in front of my son and landlord’s faces which must have been an extremely sexy scene for them watch! Though I was quite handsomely elated now, I flushed and felt embarrassed! Thankfully both Ram and Chacha-ji had their fingers now off of my butt area.
Chacha-ji: So, in a nutshell if we try to define… it should read like… buttocks are either of the two round and fleshy parts of a woman that form the bottom.
Ram: Okay Sir… have noted that… par iska function?
Chacha-ji: Yes… its somewhat similar to the other accessory organs…
Ram: Par Sir… I mean …
Chacha-ji: Where is the deviation? You can kiss and suck your mom’s lips? Right?
Ram: Right Sir!
Chacha-ji: You can kiss and suck your mom’s mammaries? Right?
Ram: Right Sir!
Chacha-ji: And same goes here also Beta! Your mom’s buttocks! (Chacha-ji again patted [read slapped] my fleshy ass)
Repeatedly he was slapping my sari-covered round ass in front of my son, but my feeling of embarrassment was overtaken by my erotic feelings! And I realized today at my 30th year of jawani that slapping my heavy butts do make me extremely elated, which my husband never tried in my whole married life!
Ram: Par Sir… Err… I mean… I can kiss mom’s buttocks… but how can I suck them?
Chacha-ji: Oh! Oops! Mistake! Mistake on my part! Dekho Beti! Your son is so immaculate about these things! Right Ram! But how did this point come to your mind Beta?
Ram: I mean Sir… I thought… err… I mean… I thought it this way ke…mummy’s lips are always moist and wet… so they can be kissed and sucked… err… I mean Sir… the juice in the lips can be sucked…
Chacha-ji: Absolutely! Aage bolo!
Ram: And Sir… I have noticed whenever my little brother cries, mummy pushes her breast into his mouth and he sucks her nipples for milk… so the nipples make mummy’s breasts easily suckable…
Chacha-ji: Right! Aage...
Ram: Par Sir… jab aap mummy ke nitamb ke bare mei bole aur dikhaye aur maine feel bhi kiya… I found there were no protrusions present on the buttocks and hence I concluded they can be kissed, but cannot be sucked.
Chacha-ji: Wah! Am impressed by your explanation!
Ram: Thank you Sir!
Chacha-ji: So... we will slightly edit the function... you can kiss and knead a woman’s buttocks..
Ram: Ji Sir...
Chacha-ji: And that completes....
Oyyya Oyyya Oyyya Oyyya! Oyyya Oyyya
The noise was coming from the other room. Harpal was awake. Since he was sleeping I was able to help Ram in his tuition class, but now I had to go! I turned and faced my son and his tuition teacher. I was indeed in a state of elation - my face was crimson, I was breathing heavily, my legs were weak, and being in a bra-less state my swollen and erect nipples were poking out of the sheer fabric of my yellow blouse; moreover my pallu was flowing on the floor (it seemed for ages) and due to my heavy breathing my blouse had slipped down a bit carrying the weight of my heavy bosom and now I was exposing more than an inch of my sweaty creamy cleavage. All in all I looked extremely sexy and tempting!
Chacha-ji quickly recognized my state and asked Ram to fetch his brother from the other room. As Ram went out of the room, Chacha-ji quickly picked up my pallu and placed it on my shoulder and even adjusted it over my blouse thereby not losing the opportunity to nudge and press by firm boob flesh over my sari-blouse.
Chacha-ji: You have done a very good job Beti today... your cooperation will reap for your son soon!
He pressed my breast flesh from the front in the pretext of adjusting my pallu. Though it was not a direct cupping or squeezing, it was more of a pressing on my boobs with his knuckles. I was not in a position to reply. I was feeling so indolent and longing for some more male touches, I did not object to his moves at all. I had my eyes closed and was breathing deeply. Sensing that the old fox did not stop there!
I could only utter a “thanks” in a low sexy voice!
Chacha-ji: You are tired...tum Harpal ko leke rest lo... but before that... mai tumhare pichwade ki sari thik kar deta hoon... wait!
And giving me no chance to react he quickly bent a bit and held my waist and turned me half way and placed his hands on my fleshy bottom again! In the pretext of taking out my sari from my butt crack, he again caressed my firm ass flesh and felt it with his palm and stout fingers – this time I could clearly feel that he even traced my panty-line on my smooth round ass! I could not offer any protest as I was feeling extremely weak and lazy.
Before Chacha-ji could do anything more, Ram was back with the crying baby in his lap and handed over to me. Though I was feeling weak and elated, I had to breast-feed the baby. I went out of the room with the baby in lazy steps. Ram and his tuition teacher were seated again for the study session. The baby had a real hard time sucking my boobs as my nipples were rock hard and erect. I was feeling horny, nervous and restless and as a result of it my milk-flow naturally got reduced. Thankfully Harpal did not complain much and only after a few minutes of sucking my breasts fell asleep. I sighed relief and went to the kitchen for preparing dinner. My whole body was aching and longing for some tight hugs and honestly some action in my honey-pot! Due to the complete absence of sexual activities in my life due to my husband’s detachment (joblessness, drinking, and late nights) I was probably feeling more frustrated.
At dinnertime even I could feel I was yet to be normal! At least two to three hours had passed but unfortunately I was still feeling horny inside. I was not able to concentrate on anything. I was fumbling at work. I had taken a bath and changed to a light nighty and remained without any undergarments as Chacha-ji was upstairs and there was little chance that Haria or Chacha-ji would come down at that hour of the evening. My condition was such that the nighty also was giving me a sensation of heaviness on my heated body! As I served dinner I could easily sense that Ram was eyeing me more than on other days, obviously after the biology practical class. He was bold enough to stare at the bounce and sway of my bra-less heavy tits under my nighty. The roundedness of my protruding panty-less ass was also exposed more to my grownup son by the thin fabric of my nightdress. Moreover, I noted that he was also eyeing my thick legs pushing against the thin fabric of my nighty as I walked.
Did he shag in the toilet thinking of me? Today Ram had observed and touched me very closely during his practical class in a very, very direct manner under Chacha-ji’s guidance which I was sure had its effect on his mind and body.
I continued to remain heated from inside as I completed my household chores. Harpal and Ram went to bed. I also went to bed but remained restless. I tried to console myself by self-pressing by boob flesh and self-fingering my pussy but to little effect. I pressed the pillow on my firm boob flesh as if I was being hugged and even pressed and pushed a thick cucumber onto my choot area as well as sucking it to get the feel of a male penis! I was getting crazy!
Just then in the middle of the night Vinay (my husband) returned. As usual he was drunk and had just enough strength to close the main door, change to his lungi, and get to bed. After he was addicted to drinking he slept on the floor on a mattress just below the bed. Other days I did not even bother to look at him as I hated drinking and the odor, but today I was feeling so hot and restless that I could not restrain myself from going down from the bed to the mattress!
I looked at Ram... he was sleeping deeply so and was my baby. I slowly pushed my plump body out of the bed and slipped to the mattress where Vinay was. I shamelessly hugged him – I was over his body. My heavy round booty faced the ceiling and I tried to kiss his lips, but the repulsive pungent smell of alcohol did not allow me to do so! I brushed my face on his flat hairy chest but to no effect as after heavy drinking my husband had literally zero strength and sense to react to my bodily moves! Frustrated and agitated I slid down from over his body and remained by his side. I quickly decided to get naked in the thoughts that the feel of my voluptuous silky naked body might ignite him.
I got out of my sheer nightly and was completely naked. The room was dimly lit with the night lamp and I indeed looked gorgeous as I looked down at my curvy 30-year-old plump body. I took his senseless hand and placed it on my naked firm mammaries. The feel of his warm hand on my naked boob flesh definitely eased some of my ecstatic pain, but to my hard luck he was so, so heavily drunk that he was not able to do anything on his own!
I whispered and called him a few times, pushed him, jerked him but was aware not to make too much ado because I did not want Ram to wake up obviously. I got up from my lying posture and sat beside him and got myself in an extremely sexy posture and swayed and pressed my milk-filled hanging boobies on his face. It indeed gave me a lot of coziness and thrill as my naked tits brushed and pressed against Vinay’s nose and lips. I even took his hand and placed it directly on my nangi choot and enjoyed the feel. And lastly I opened his lungi knot and took out his rod. Unfortunately it was limp and had no strength. Still... a penis is a penis... its an all-time favorite to any married woman. I rubbed and caressed his meat, but was unsuccessful to raise it to my satisfaction. Despite my best efforts Vinay’s naked lund could only be semi-erect as he continued to remain in deep sleep. Frustrated and dejected, after sucking his lund after sometime I got up to bed and lying on the bed I self fingered myself.
The problem was now that after feeling, caressing and sucking my husband’s lund I was feeling hotter and felt impossible to put back my nighty. I remained nude, not a thread on my body, just beside my grownup son (though Harpal was there in between us)! As I looked at Ram’s face I instantly remembered the way he touched and groped me in the biology practical class last evening. I smiled and felt shy and escalated my fingering speed about my choot. After sometime as I felt sleepy I decided to wear something... if Ram wakes up to go to toilet he will find me in this complete naked state; moreover the window of the room was also open; my neighbor could also peep to a scene of his lifetime! I smiled to myself and wore my nightly but pulled it up to my waist as I was feeling very hot wearing it keeping my gorgeous, naked, rotund thighs uncovered. I did not know when I fell asleep with my finger inside my cunt....!
Next morning as I in the kitchen I noticed Ram got up early and he started studying probably for the class test that he had that day. Vinay had left the house prior to that and now-a-days he did not even talk to me; he always remained agitated, irritated and disturbed! Initially I tried to console him, but seeing his rough attitude and inclination to drinking, I decided to remain aloof. Last week he did mention to me that he might get a job by the end of this month but that would be overseas…. some place called Dubai or some Dhabi and he would send money from there. Hearing that I realized that I had to take care of my sons myself; Vinay would be of no help.
Harpal was still sleeping though he had a round of milk feeding in the morning. Myself and Ram had completed our breakfast when Ram came to me looking a bit confused.
Me: Kya hua? Lessons complete?
Ram: Mummy… err... kya bataun... I am getting confused with the terms…
Me: Kaun sa terms? The ones you studied last evening for the test?
Ram: Yes mom… when I am reading the books I can remember... but as soon as I try to memorize by heart... they are jumbling up!
Me: But Chacha-ji explained you so thoroughly yesterday... even you had the practical class with me and him... still you are....!!!
Ram: Wohi to problem hai mummy!
Me (confused slightly): I did not get you Beta!
Ram: Copy mei to terms hai… unke functions hai… types hai… but I am getting confused kaun sa kis ka hai… kaun sa male hai…kaun sa female hai… kaun sa main hai… kaun sa accessory hai…
Me: Oh! Tab to muskil hai… kiyu ki Chacha-ji to bazaar gaye hai and he said he will get late as he will drop the electric bill at one go and then return!
Ram: Oh no! Aj hi electric bill dene jana tha! What will I do now mummy? Test bhi to aji hai...
I did not get the slightest hint that Ram was pretending such that he gets another opportunity to get closer to my plump and tempting feminine body.
Me: Are nehi nehi Ram.. kuch karte hai … don’t get nervous!
Ram: Mummy I am not nervous… I just need a brush up session… kal Chacha-ji jaise karwaye the.... then I am sure I will be able to remember everything. Things are just getting jumbled up.
Since Chacha-ji was not there I had to do something to help Ram. Though it was more of an honest effort to help my son, somewhere down my mind the fact remained that I was also unsatisfied and horny from yesterday (though much subsided after sleeping); and sensing this opportunity to get close to my son’s body (read a male body) my mind acted instantly. My blood as if started to gush through my vessels thinking of this golden prospect!
Though there was a second thought in my mind about getting deliberately naughty towards my innocent son, but the other flow was indeed more profound. What was the harm in getting closer to my son? Only yesterday I did it and did not feel any guilt about it. In fact the way my young lad touched, caressed and fondled me made me feel hot in a slightly different manner! I enjoyed it with a pinch of shyness, which is absent when my husband makes love to me. Its so open... gatting naked even does not make me feel shy in front of Vinay... but here just dropping my pallu made me feel red!
In no way I was trying to entice or lure him towards me.... I mean in a crude way.... by wearing a short or indecently provocative dress. I was just aiding in his biology lessons...
Yes, the way was definitely unique.... as advised by Chacha-ji! But I did not mind it.
If aiding in his lessons through my “bhari jawani” (as described by Chacha-ji) keeps my son away from cheap pornographic books, why not indulge him in that!
There was no second thoughts now in my mind and I was all set to proceed. And there was no harm in trying it on my own... without Chacha-ji’s guidance!
Ram: Mummy... ekbar fir se kar dene se mujhe lagta hai saari yaad aa jayegi…
Me: Okay Beta... okay... will do that... just like yesterday... if that helps you to remember your lessons... will do that!
Ram (visibly looking overjoyed): O really Mummy! Thanks a ton! I will bring my biology notebook right away!
Ram was more than overjoyed and he rushed out of the room. I quickly checked myself in the mirror. I was wearing the housecoat, which I generally wear in the morning over my nighty to look decent, as Chacha-ji and Haria come downstairs; moreover I also go in front of the Doodhwala and the sabji-wala. Since at that time Haria was busy with Sanjay (Chacha-ji’s handicapped son) and would not come down and the Doodhwala and the sabji-wala had already visited, I felt safe to disrobe my housecoat. That way I definitely looked sexier as the curves of my voluptuous body was evident through my thin pink nighty. I smiled to myself patting my naughtiness.
Me: Come to this room Ram... then I can keep an eye on Harpal also.
Ram: Okay mom... coming.
As he entered the room with his notebook in his hand, I softly closed the door. Obviously I wanted to be “safe” doing this practical class. Thankfully Ram was not surprised seeing me without the housecoat as he was habituated seeing me in my nightdress in the house.
Me: college jane mei abhi time hai... to pura cheez thik se dekh lena... taki pura yaad aa jaye!
Ram: Ji mummy... I will follow the notebook.
Me: Notebook? Par you should follow yesterday’s practical class... as guided by Chacha-ji... isn’t it?
Ram: Ha ha mummy... par book dekhna zaroori hai for the terminology....
Me: Okay, okay. Par ek cheez... abhi to Chacha-ji tumhe nehi milnge.... aur mujhe bhi kuch khaas malum nehi ye sab ke bare mei... to Beta... tumhe apne aap hi karna padhega ye practical class...
Ram: Ha mummy... kar lunga mai.... tum sirf saath dena kal jaise... taki mujhe yaad rakhne mei asani ho.
Me: Sure Beta. So... can we... I mean... can we start?
Was I getting impatient? I could easily feel my heart racing a bit and I was exhaling warm breaths already in anticipation and some nervousness!
Ram: Ji.... ji Mummy!
I could easily note that Ram was eyeing my firm round boobs as he conversed with me. My nighty was slightly tight round my bosom due the firmness and the fullness of my breasts. Also while checking myself in the mirror I adjusted my nighty so that Ram could clearly have an eyeful of my wheat-colored sweaty cleavage. Definitely exposing that I looked more attractive.
And when I noted his eyes I could clearly catch his excitement and eagerness eyeing my sexy boobs. The keenness and commitment in his eyes really impressed me! I blushed within myself and took a few steps and stood by the bedside.
Ram: Mummy... what I will try to do is... I will name the organs without seeing the book... locate them... (he cleverly avoided saying “on my body”) ....and tell their function and then move onto the next.
Me: Okay, par pata kaise chalega ke tu thik bol raha hai ke nehi?
Ram: You check the copy naa...
I thought for a second and instantly realized that this could be an excellent ploy to avoid direct eye contact with my son during the embarrassing (=exciting) touching session! I instantly grabbed the idea.
Me: Yes, yes... that’s a good idea. I will know if you are telling correctly or not.
Ram: Aur Mummy... you will not find it difficult as Chacha-ji hamesha English terms ke bagal mei Hindi likh dete hai for my understanding....
Me: Oh... tab to koi pareshani ki baat nehi hai... give me the copy.
Ram came closer and handed me the notebook. I could realize that my breathing was getting faster as I had never done anything of this sort prior with my son and that too so ‘consciously’!
Ram: Mujhe confusion female wale me hi zyada ho raha hai... shall I start with that?
Me: Okay...
Ram was standing just a foot away from me – enough close to me. Ram was tall for his age and he was almost as tall as me. I could see his chest going up and down inside his T-shirt. I rested on the bedside with my heavy ass pressing against it while I held the copy in my hand.
Ram: The female reproductive system consists of... consists of.... a pair of ovaries, oviduct, uterus, cervix, and... and....
Me (quickly picking up from his notes): Hmm... yes.... ab tak to sab thiki bola hai... what is the other one?
Ram: Ha... one sec Mummy... yehi yaad nehi aa raha hai... Umm... err... I feel... and... and penis?
Me: Penis!
I almost shrieked and taken aback by my son’s innocent mishmash!
Me: Are Beta... lun.... mera matlab... pe... penis to male organ hai...
Ram: Par mummy... kal to Chacha-ji... dikhaya naa..... aapka waha par (indicating my choot area) penis hai...
I was baffled at his jumbling up! I really did not expect that he would mix up things like that.
Me: Hey bhagwan... you have mixed it totally!
Ram: Par mummy practical mei to Sir aise-hi bole the!
Me: Nehi! (firmly) Yaad karo Beta...
He again looked blank and was scratching his head. I thought it wise to repeat what Chacha-ji had done yesterday.
Me: Let me repeat what Chacha-ji yesterday did... okay? Matlab err... jo practical class wo kiye thhe wo!
Ram (evidently looked keen and sparkling again): Yes yes mummy... you repeat the practical class.... then I think I will be able to recollect!
Me: Okay... then as per your notes... pehle mai male reproductive organ dikhata hoon...
Ram: Okay Mummy.
Me: Paas aa... (Ram stepped forward) Ha... yaha khada rahe... here...
Saying that I took the copy in my left hand and extended my right hand to grab his penis under his half pant. As soon as I touched his small penis over his pant, my whole body as if shivered and I felt I was not touching my son’s dick, but rather was touching an unknown man’s dick!
Me (almost in a trembling voice): Here... this is the penis Beta... it’s in your body... not mine... matlab... it’s a part of the male system...Remember now? .
