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Sitting behind her, I could not for the umpteenth time that day help marvel
at the great size and amazing rotundity of her ass. I put my hands on her
ass and stroked it all over, running my palms in wide circles. It was very
smooth to touch. I decided to give it a oil massage. I picked up the
bottle of oil, undid its cap and upturned it above her ass, pouring almost
half of its content over different areas of her ass in a circle. Then I
started giving her a nice massage, running my palms round and round,
slapping her, squeezing her... She did not move or say anything all that
time. She knew I just loved her ass and she was just allowing me to do
whatever I wanted to do with it. After the oil massage, her ass shone even
in the dim light coming in through the tiny window. It looked sexier than
ever. Once again I found myself wondering why her husband had left her at
all. Such a great piece of ass... Probably he found a greater piece
somewhere. But I could not imagine that any woman could have a sexier ass.
It was possible that his preferences were different. Maybe he liked small
ass and small tits. Well, good for him. I could ass-worship this woman
all my life. Then I decided to begin a slapping session. I stood up on
the bed. She turned her head around to look at me when I stood up. She
probably thought that I intended to fuck her ass-hole, because she
immediately jerked her ass up some more, flexing her ass muscles so that
the huge cheeks parted a little and showed her anus. Not to dishearten
her, I bent my legs and, holding my cock, let its tip play a little with
her ass-hole. She was tickled, but I had no desire to fuck her just yet. I
straightened and stood behind her, stroking her ass-cheeks with my left
hand and raising my right, ready for the slapping. And I started slapping
her. She did not say anything for a long time. Then she gently told me
that I was making a lot of noise. I said that I did not care. Slapping a
well-oiled ass was a different experience. When you slapped an oiled ass
your hand slithered a little on contact and produced a resounding crack.
Moreover, the ass became hot and red and shone as if it had ripened. I
continued to slap her ass for about a quarter of an hour. Then I felt
tired and decided to sit down. I asked her to straighten her body and sit.
She did, and she raised her arms to tie her hair which had come undone. I
watched how her bountiful boobs rose up when she raised her arms. I sat
down in front of her and decided to play with those lovely coconuts of her.
I took one on my palm and noticed that it was so large that its flesh was
splaying out of my hand when I held it. And it was heavy too. I drew
closer to her and asked her to hand me the bottle of oil. I opened the
bottle and poured out a large measure of coconut oil on to my palm and
returned the bottle to her. She was quick to understand my intentions.
She immediately sat straight with her bosom thrust out, so that her tits
appeared larger that ever. I rubbed my palms together and then put them on
her tits. I ran my palms all over those rotund globes, spreading oil
evenly on her skin. I ran my palms in circles. I upturned my palm in
front of her and she poured out some more oil. I gave her huge tits a nice
massage, stoking them, squeezing them and even slapping them. I held them
from the sides and started shaking them up and down, up and down. When I
had played with her tits for about ten minutes, I laid down with my head
resting comfortably on the pillow. I spread my legs and made her sit
between them. "Give me your tits to suck," I told her. She put the bottle
of oil on the floor. Then she came on top of me, placing her hands either
sides of my head, and she directed one nipple into my mouth. I held her by
fleshy waist and sucked noisily. In this position, my erect cock was
touching her cunt and I could feel the wetness of her hot cunt. Her cunt
was so wet and lubricated that with a simple jerk of my pelvis I could be
inside her. Then it struck me that she was deliberately keeping her cunt
in contact with my cock. She was gently moving her pelvis too, swaying it
from side to side as I sucked her. Suddenly my heart went out for this
woman who had been giving me her services silently for so long a time. I
spread my arms around her and pulled her down to me. She was taken by
surprise and gasped as she fell upon me, her heavy boobs pressing upon my
chest. I put my hand behind her head and kissed her lips hard. We rolled
upon the bed so that now she lay on her side beside me. I hugged her
tightly and went on kissing her lips. She too embraced me, first loosely,
self-consciously, and then with force. Her palms traveled all across my
back, and I too stroked her back and buttocks. The sound of skin rubbing
against skin seemed to fill the tiny room. We were breathing into each
other's face and moaning softly, almost as if we had just learned to
communicate in a very novel language. I made her lie on her back and
climbed on top of her. Holding her tightly by the shoulders, I started
showering kisses all over her lovely face. She received my kisses with
little moans of pleasure. The next moment I felt her hand upon my fully
erect cock. She held it and gently guided it to her waiting cunt. She
wanted me to fuck her! I raised myself on my hands and lifted up my pelvis
a little, giving her room to do the needful. She gently twisted my cock
this way and that and finally I found an entry. And I went in. God! My
head reeled as my cock slid in slowly and effortlessly in her wet cunt. In
a second, I was inside her. I looked at her. In the dim light, her eyes
looked very dark. But I realized that she was looking directly at me and
her eyes were brimming with anticipation of the pleasure that was about to
come. I got ready to fuck her. Really fuck her. But first I had to tell
her something. "I have fallen in love with you," I said. She moaned at
that, as if she had suddenly had an orgasm. I bent down and kissed her
lips. Then I straightened and started moving my pelvis. She bit her lips
and started moaning. It was almost as if I had just turned on the radio.
We were looking directly into each other's eyes as I fucked her. Her head
was gently moving back and forth with the movements of my pelvis. She was
loving every second of it. I could make that out in her eyes. Her mouth
was slightly open and there was a blank expression in her eyes. She was
looking at me and was not yet seeing me. And the moans were coming from
her continuously, in rhythm with my pumping. "Ummmmmm...." she moaned.
"Sar....ummmmmm....mmmmm...ahhh...ahhh...ummmm...sar..." She spread her
thighs wider, giving me more room for my business. I did my work well; I
was young and in good form. And she was having a great time. I could see
that from the way she was digging her nails on my back. "I'll do this with
you every night," I whispered. "Yes...every night..." she moaned back.
The bed creaked as I moved. An end of the bed was knocking against the
wall. It was going knock, knock, knock, knock. But we did not care. We
had reached a point in time where everything else in the world just melted
away. She had a cunt and I had a cock. Nothing else mattered. I was
fucking her good. This was my first fuck and I was proud that I was doing
a very good job. Just imagine. I had met her just yesterday on Palakkad
Railway Station, a woman of about forty, mother of a boy named Shiju in my
factory. She was a total stranger yesterday. And now, we were both lying
on this bed of jasmine flowers, I on top of her. We were stark naked and I
was copulating with her, fucking her hard. Real hard. And she was simply
loving it. We were both sweating like anything. And her moans filled the
room, and god knows if they were was spreading outside the room too. I did
not care at the moment. What really mattered was that I had to enjoy this
woman fully. Drink the wine of her sensuality until the cup was empty.
But would the cup be empty. No. At least, it would not drain out tonight.
I fucked her till midnight.
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( आखिर वो दिन आ ही गया Complete )...(ज़िन्दगी एक सफ़र है बेगाना complete)..(ज़िद (जो चाहा वो पाया) complete)..(दास्तान ए चुदाई (माँ बेटी बेटा और किरायेदार ) complete) .. (एक राजा और चार रानियाँ complete)..(माया complete...)--(तवायफ़ complete)..(मेरी सेक्सी बहनेंcompleet) ..(दोस्त की माँ नशीली बहन छबीली compleet)..(माँ का आँचल और बहन की लाज़ compleet)..(दीवानगी compleet..(मेरी बर्बादी या आबादी (?) की ओर पहला कदमcompleet) ...(मेले के रंग सास,बहू और ननद के संग).


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This happened when I was around thirteen. Then I was living with my
parents in the outskirts of an unimportant district of Kerala. My father
ran a small tea-shop and my mother helped him in the business. Though I
was their only child, I was not much spoilt. I was not bad in my studies
and frequently stood first in my class. I was very obedient to my parents.
Since they were fairly educated people, they knew well the value of good
education. And, though it was beyond their means, they were sending me to
an English medium school in a nearby town. Looking back, I think that we
were a happy family, though poor, and were envied by all our neighbours.
Our troubles started when my father fell ill suddenly and died. He was in
the habit of drinking toddy once in a while, but of late, probably because
of the sudden losses in running the tea-shop due to the appearance of a
restaurant across the road, he had started drinking more frequently. Early
one evening, his condition got so worse that we had to rush him to a
hospital. The doctors said that his condition was very critical. He died
after remaining bedridden for some weeks. After his death, my mother
gathered herself together very quickly and tried to run our tea-shop alone.
But she soon found out that she could not do it on her own. I suggested to
her that I could stop going to school and give her a hand in the tea-shop.
But she would not allow that, even though our financial conditions were
fast becoming from bad to worse. During my father's long illness, we had
to borrow heavily from our friends and relatives. They were now coming to
our house almost everyday and demanding their money back. We were in a
desperate situation. It was during this time that a woman in our
neighborhood told my mother that an old couple in our locality were looking
for a servant-woman who could do all the household work and take care of
them by staying with them in their house. My mother and I went to see this
old couple. We found that they were in their early sixties. The old man,
who was called Vasu, was a retired school-teacher. His wife's name was
Parvathiamma. They had a son and a daughter who were now married and were
settled in different places. When my mother expressed the desire to work
in their house Vasu and Parvathiamma asked her if she had any previous
experience of working as a servant-woman. My mother told them that she had
the experience of running a tea-shop for more than ten years. This seemed
to satisfy them and they were ready to take my mother in as the
servant-woman of their house. They warned her that she would have to do
all the work alone, and without any complaints too. My mother agreed.
Thus we started a new life. To clear all our debts, my mother sold the
tea-shop and our house and we moved into the house of this old couple. It
was not a big house. It was a rather an old-fashioned one. We were given
a small room beside the kitchen to live in. The old couple seemed to be
good people. Parvathiamma was initially a little reserved with my mother.
But when she saw that my mother was a good-natured and hard-working woman,
she became quite attached to her. The old woman was the talkative type,
but she was ill most of the time and so my mother had to take good care of
her. Vasu, on the other hand, was a quiet man. He hardly opened his mouth
in the house. Since he had been a school-teacher, I would often take his
help with my lessons. He would help me usually, but sometimes, if he was
not feeling like it, he would shoo we away. The old couple did not have
many visitors in their house, therefore they valued our company very much.
One frequent visitor to the house was a man called Raghu. He lived in a
nearby village and came to the house once or twice a week to do odd jobs.
He was a tall and stout fellow with a very dark complexion. He liked to
talk and chew betel. The old man and woman rarely allowed him to enter the
house. Whenever he came, he was given a number of tasks like chopping
fire-wood, digging the ground around the coconut trees, mending the roof,
so on and so forth. He was punctual most of the time, and when he was not
punctual the old woman would scold him. He seemed like a friendly person
to me. I liked to watch him work and he seemed to like talking with me.
He would tell me about his village, the festivals there, his wife and his
many quarrels with her. My mother also liked to talk with him. She one
day told him our story, about my father and our little tea-shop. He was a
good listener and he listened to her patiently as he chopped wood. He
addressed my mother as "chechi", meaning, elder sister. PART 2 Most of
what my mother earned was spent on my education. Often it was not enough.
Sometimes when I asked for money to buy books or other things she would go
and borrow from the old couple. Vasu would show readiness to help
immediately. But the old woman would initially show some reluctance, but
eventually she would give in. She would tell my mother that the borrowed
amount would be cut from her next month's salary. But often my mother
would get the full salary itself; the old woman would ask her to forget the
money she had borrowed. The old woman was kind to my mother in many other
ways also. Often, when her son or daughter visited the house and brought
presents, she would give something or the other to my mother. I used to
wonder why she was being so kind to us. But soon Parvathiamma was to ask
something from my mother in return for all the kindness she was showering
on us. One day I was in my room studying for my exams. My mother was in
the kitchen. Parvathiamma came into the kitchen and struck up a
conversation with my mother. This was a usual thing with her, and during
such time she would be doing most of the talking. And, that day was no
exception. She was talking to my mother about a thousand things under the
sun. Then suddenly she began to talk in a low tone. At first I was not
paying any attention to what she was talking. Then when I realized that
she was talking about her husband's sex life, I naturally began to listen
attentively. The old woman was saying that in his youth her husband had
been rather shy. He had not taken much interest in sexual activities. It
was only during the later years of their married life that he began to show
a keen desire for sex. After their children had grown up, Parvathiamma had
little desire for sex, but Vasu, on the other hand, had started craving for
flesh so much that her disinterest in the subject angered him. At that
time he had quite openly expressed to her about his hidden lusts, often
embarrassing her with his statements. She would laugh at him and this
would make him more frustrated. And once, the old woman told my mother, he
had told Parvathiamma that he wished to see her in the arms of another man.
He would love to watch it, he said, another man making love to his wife.
Parvathiamma laughed loudly when she said this to my mother. My mother was
clearly embarrassed. She tried to pass it off with a few remarks of
exclamation and embarrassment. Parvathiamma commented now sadly, as if to
herself, that the old man had surely failed to enjoy himself during his
youth. And now, in his old age he was showing a wild interest in sex
which, she said, was very unbecoming of him. She said again that she felt
pity for the poor man because he had failed to see all the colours of life
during his "best times". "What can I do?" she told my mother. "At my age
I cannot satisfy his hunger, can I? Moreover, he does not desire me at all
now. I am an old woman. He wants someone who is much younger. I feel
sorry for him. Poor fellow." Here she paused. Then she said to my mother,
"Sunandini, at nights I see him toss and turn on his bed. Oh, I really
feel sorry for him. And, Sunandini, ever since you have come here his
condition has gotten worse." There was another pause, during which time I
know that my mother must have looked at her in a puzzled manner. "Yes,"
Parvathiamma continued. "Ever since he has set his eyes on you he has been
longing to sleep with you." My heart was beating wildly when I heard this.
I waited with abated breath to see how my mother was going to react. She
was undoubtedly shocked, just like me. There was silence for a few seconds
from her part. Then she tried to laugh it of as a joke. But she realised
quickly that the old woman was serious, and she grew silent. "Sunandini,
you can help him" said the old woman in a gentle voice, when my mother
remained silent for a long time. "I... I don't know what to say,
Parvathiamma," stammered my mother. She sounded utterly confused. "Take
pity on him," said the old woman. "Think about it for a moment. What do
you have to lose?" A deep silence prevailed in the kitchen for a while.
Then I heard my mother tell Parvathiamma in an apologetic manner that she
could not even think of doing such a thing, that it was a sin and the gods
would never forgive her. To my amazement the old woman became quite
indignant. She reminded my mother of the many times that she had helped
her. She called my mother a thankless woman and, suddenly, she started to
cry. She told my mother that she was ready to fall on her feet and beg
like a beggar. "I can't bear to see him suffer, you know", she said,
weeping. "That's why I'm begging you. He could never go with an outside
woman, because then somehow people will know.
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(एक बार ऊपर आ जाईए न भैया )..(परिवार में हवस और कामना की कामशक्ति )..(लेखक-प्रेम गुरु की सेक्सी कहानियाँ running)..(कांता की कामपिपासा running).. (वक्त का तमाशा running).. (बहन का दर्द Complete )..
( आखिर वो दिन आ ही गया Complete )...(ज़िन्दगी एक सफ़र है बेगाना complete)..(ज़िद (जो चाहा वो पाया) complete)..(दास्तान ए चुदाई (माँ बेटी बेटा और किरायेदार ) complete) .. (एक राजा और चार रानियाँ complete)..(माया complete...)--(तवायफ़ complete)..(मेरी सेक्सी बहनेंcompleet) ..(दोस्त की माँ नशीली बहन छबीली compleet)..(माँ का आँचल और बहन की लाज़ compleet)..(दीवानगी compleet..(मेरी बर्बादी या आबादी (?) की ओर पहला कदमcompleet) ...(मेले के रंग सास,बहू और ननद के संग).


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(फैमिली में मोहब्बत और सेक्स (complet))........(कोई तो रोक लो)......(अमन विला-एक सेक्सी दुनियाँ)............. (ननद की ट्रैनिंग compleet)..............( सियासत और साजिश)..........(सोलहवां सावन)...........(जोरू का गुलाम या जे के जी).........(मेरा प्यार मेरी सौतेली माँ और बेहन)........(कैसे भड़की मेरे जिस्म की प्यास)........(काले जादू की दुनिया)....................(वो शाम कुछ अजीब थी)
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You live in our house. You
are not an outsider. So there is no danger of anybody finding out.
Besides, at his age do you think that he will be very demanding? Just let
him hold you once in a while. That's all." She kept on talking like this,
obstinately, angrily, beseechingly. "Don't forget," I heard her tell my
mother. "One word from me and you and your son will be thrown out of this
house in no moment." "Aiyo, Parvathiamma, don't talk like that," said my
mother. "I and my son will be ever thankful to you and sar for whatever
you have done. If not for you I don't know what would happened to me and
my son." "Then , this is how you show your gratitude?" Now it was my
mother's turn to cry. Maybe she was hurt when the old woman called her
thankless. "You will say yes to my request or not? Will you help my
husband or not?" asked Parvathiamma, as if was finalizing something. The
tone of her voice was very threatening. A brief pause. Then with my own
ears I heard my mother say a weak yes! Parvathiamma was overjoyed. She
thanked my mother again and again. Then she said, almost in a teasing
manner, "Shall I send him to your room tonight, after Hari is asleep?" My
mother did not reply. "Shall I?" repeated Parvathiamma. "Aiyo...tonight?"
"Yes. I don't think he can wait any longer." PART 3 As a teenager, at that
time, I had already started experimenting with sex. I used to talk a lot
about sex with my friends and we had watched a couple of adult movies in
the local theatres. But none of us - at least, not me - had ever seen a
blue film. And it was my greatest desire to see one. My mother was in her
late thirties at that time. She was thirty-eight, I think. She was a very
beautiful woman with a wheaty complexion and a body which was the dream of
every man. She was tall and, though she was plump, her body was
well-proportioned. She had big, round buttocks which jiggled gently when
she walked. Her thighs were fat and shapely and they looked very sensual
when she sat down and her sari clung to her. She had a sexy face, though
after her husband's death it had became somewhat pale. And there were
hints of dark circles below her eyes. But her eyes were beautiful. She
had been a cheerful, talkative woman, but after her husband's death she had
became less talkative and of a thoughtful nature. At my age I was very
much aware of the sensuality of her body. Since we shared a single room,
it was impossible for me to turn a blind eye to her voluptuous figure. I
used to feel very guilty whenever I found myself glancing at her large
breasts, her midriff, her deep navel. But she was not at all aware of my
feelings. She thought that I was still a small kid. Sometimes she would
change her sari standing right in front of me. And I already knew that
Vasu had an eye on her. Although he hardly talked with her, I had so many
times seen him gazing at her body longingly. He would hide behind his
newspaper and ogle at her as she moved around the house with her work.
Once I was in his room and he was helping me with a problem in mathematics.
My mother was there, atop a stool. She was cleaning the ceiling fan. To
reach the fan, she had to stand on her toes and stretch her arms. Every
time her arms went up, her sari would be lifted and her navel would come
into view. All the time she was there the old man had kept on glancing at
her quite unashamedly. And every time he glanced, his blood would rush up
to his face. In another instance, I caught him staring at my mother
through the kitchen window. She was in the backyard, washing clothes. She
had taken off her sari and she was in her blouse and petticoat. The
neckline of her blouse was very low and it revealed the tops of her heavy
boobs. And Vasu's eyes were simply feasting That night mother was very
silent. She was very thoughtful while we were having our dinner in the
kitchen. After eating, we entered our room. There were two cots in the
room, put close together. The room was so small that the two cots covered
a large portion of the floor. The cots made an "L" shape; I slept on the
cot laid against the wall that separated the kitchen from our room and she
on the one next to the window. The window opened into the backyard of the
house where there was a tiny coconut grove and a well. I lay down. She
also lay down after switching off the light. "Hari, have you studied
everything for your exam tomorrow?" she asked me now. "Yes, amma," I
replied. Then silence fell in our room. The window was open and silvery
moonlight was flooding into the room through the space above the curtain. I
was not going to sleep. My young mind was almost bursting with
anticipation and excitement. I waited, counting the seconds, controlling
the great urge to toss and turn on my cot. Time seemed to suddenly stand
still and I just got on becoming more and more impatient. Seconds became
minutes, and minutes hours. But I would not sleep. In the faint
moonlight, I saw that my mother was lying very still, with her back to me.
Had she fallen asleep? Had she forgotten that Parvathiamma had fixed an
appointment for her with Vasu? Or, had the plans been changed without my
knowledge? I just lay there in suspense. Waiting, waiting. I had almost
given up hope when the clock in the drawing room of the house struck eleven
and, a moment later, Vasu knocked at the door. He called my mother's name
softly. My mother sat up. She looked at me. I did not move a muscle. I
was lying with one arm placed on my forehead. She could not see my eyes.
When she felt sure that I was asleep, she got up. She stood in the center
of the room and adjusted her sari. Vasu called her again. She looked at
the door undecidedly for a while. She put on the light and just stood
there, staring at the door. Then taking a firm step forward, she opened
the door. From where I lay I could not see Vasu. But I could see the
nervous way in which my mother looked at him and then looked down at the
floor. "Hari is asleep?" I heard him ask her, almost in a whisper. It was
difficult say whether he had asked a question or made a statement. "Um",
she said. There was a brief silence. Then the old man said, "I am unable
to sleep. It is awfully hot in our room. I'll sit here for a while here."
So saying, he gently brushed past her. When Vasu saw me, he frowned, as if
he had not expected me to be here. He stood beside my mother's cot,
looking at me a little nervously, and then shifted his gaze out of the
window, at the moonlit coconut grove. My mother just stood at the door. I
suddenly noticed that she was breathing very heavily, as if she had just
finished running. Her face was a sudden whirlwind of emotions. Then, all
at once, she stepped forward and fell upon the old man's feet. "I am a
poor woman, sar," she said as she burst into tears. "Please..." Vasu was
not ready for this. He was almost panic stricken for a moment. He glanced
at me in alarm. "What are you doing!" he exclaimed. He stepped back, away
from her. "Get up...get up. Don't make so much noise here...your son will
wake up..." "Please..." My mother kept on trying to hold his feet. And she
would not stop crying. "I said don't make noise," said the old man, now
irritated, very much like a teacher in a noisy class. He glanced in my
direction again and again. "Sar, I beg you...please..." Vasu now bent down
and desperately caught hold of her shoulders. He tried to bring her to her
feet. She stood up slowly, her cheeks wet with tears, her face contorted,
as if she was in pain. She kept on crying, wiping her eyes with the back
of her hand. He stood holding her, looking at her, perhaps suddenly
finding it hard to believe that he was so close to her, that she was in his
arms. He kept on gazing at her, his mouth slightly open, as if mesmerised
by the sensuality of her face. He looked at her quivering lips, her full
cheeks, her soft chin. He slowly looked down at her bosom where her sari
had slid away slightly, showing the cleavage of her large tits. My mother
had very large tits. They were so large that her boobs were the first
thing anyone - especially men - noticed about her, and she was literally
embarrassed of them. Whenever she ventured out of the house, she was in
the habit of wearing her sari wrapped around her shoulders to hide their
enormous size. In between her crying, she suddenly became aware of where
Vasu was looking. She quickly stepped back and adjusted her sari. The old
man now looked at her arse. She was standing a little sideways to him, and
when my mother stood sideways her large arse stood out very prominently.
It was broad and well-rounded. It was pure heaven to watch her big arse
jiggle as she moved around the house. Vasu's mouth watered. He gulped and
looked at this sex goddess whom he longed to take into his arms and... She
wiped her face with her sari and looked at him through a corner of her eye.
He gulped. She was a beautiful woman, fair-skinned, healthy and with a
very sexy face. I had heard women say it often that my mother had the
beauty of a film-star. And it was true. It is hard to describe the
sensuality of her face. You have to see it to believe it. Sometimes just
watching her lips move used to give me a hard-on. The old man sighed and
he suddenly sat down on my mother's cot. He looked in my direction,
vaguely lost in thought.
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Then he said, "Sunandini, I am not going to hurt
you. I promise." She just kept standing there with her eyes fixed on the
floor, her cheeks still moist from her crying. I just wanted to talk to
you," he told her, his eyes shifting between her huge tits and her big,
sexy arse. He sighed again. It was a hot night. He had started to sweat.
He kept quite for a while. And then, as if he had been gathering his
courage all that time, he said, "If you come and sit her...close to
me...for a while, I will go away. Just for while." His voice was shaking.
She stiffened visibly when she heard this, and she began to breathe
rapidly, as if she was going to burst into a fresh torrent of tears. She
gazed at him and caught the imploring expression on his face. "Sunandini,"
he whispered. "Please..." She turned her face away from him, her mind in
turmoil. She was well aware that Vasu had been good to her ever since she
had come to live in this house. He had helped her so many times. And in
return if she... No, no...she could not bring her to even think about it.
Her fingers kept tugging at a corner of her sari unconsciously. She looked
at me. I was barely breathing. "Sar," she said slowly, "this is not
proper..." "Who will come to know? Not a single soul. Come here..."
"But..." She bit her lips, her eyes shut tightly, teardrops still forming
at the corners. What was she thinking? Maybe she was thinking about what
Parvathiamma had said to her in the kitchen: "Just let him hold you once in
a while". And, how that old woman had threatened to throw her and her son
out of the house if she did not do what she wanted her to do. Her son. He
was a bright lad. It was important that he should continue with his
studies. She looked at the old man. He patted upon the cot. He said,
"Come, sit here. Just for a while. And then I will go away." "Sar, Hari
will wake up," said my mother. "We will not make any noise." PART 4 She
took in a deep breath. In her mind she realized that perhaps this was the
only solution to the whole matter. Maybe, if she just sat down with this
old man for a while he would go away. She remembered the old woman's words
that her husband would not be very demanding. She once again looked at me.
Then she started to step towards him. But Vasu said to her, "Close that
door first." The interruption seemed to make her undecided again. But she
slowly headed for the door. I watched the old man look lustily at her
magnificent behind. She bolted the door and slowly came and sat down upon
the cot. She sat close to the old man, close but not touching. He seemed
to relax a bit. He looked at her. His sex goddess. In flesh and blood,
and so close to him. My god! He was drawing his knees together, as if
already he was having an erection. Vasu said, "Sunandini, I know that you
are always worried about your son's education." He moved closer to her, so
that their shoulders and thighs touched. She stiffened, but she did no
move away. She just sat there, her sari wrapped around her tightly, as if
it was a fortress, and her eyes more interested on the pale floor of the
room. A short, dull laugh unconsciously escaped the old man's lips. He
was so much filled with excitement. He brought his mouth close to her face
and breathed, "From today, whatever you need for him, just ask me. Okay?"
She did not say anything. She moved her face slightly away from him, as if
he had bad breath. But he was not really interested in what he was saying
or how she had to respond. All his attention was on her sexy lips, her
big, round tits... "Did you hear what I said?" "Um" she nodded now,
feeling very uncomfortable because she was well aware of where he was
looking. She turned her torso slightly away from him. Then the old man
whispered, "Ever since I saw you...I have been..." He was unable to
complete his sentence. Suddenly he caught hold of her hand. She tried to
pull it away with a jerk. But he held on and, very reluctantly, she let
him have it. He squeezed it gently, looking at it like a child with a new
toy. He laughed again, a short triumphant laugh. A lusty laugh.
"Sar...," she whispered for no reason at all. "Why are you so afraid,
Sunandini?" Vasu asked. He lifted her hand and suddenly kissed it.
"Aiyo!" she said. She once again tried to free her hand from his grip.
She glanced at him and then looked away. He kissed her hand again. Then,
even as I looked, Vasu gently guided her hand to his loins. Shocked, she
withdrew her hand with a strong jerk and looked away from him. He slowly
extended his left arm around her shoulders and held her tightly. "Sar!"
she exclaimed. "Please..." he whispered into her ear, "don't get up." And
then, with his other hand he slowly parted his mundu to reveal a big,
half-erect cock! It looked like a large banana. Through the corner of her
eye my mother saw what he had done, and she turned her face away even more.
She tried to stand up, but he held her down with his one hand. Vasu was a
strong man. Even at this age, whenever Raghu was unavailable, he would
chop wood, a work in which I was not very skilled. "Please..." he begged.
My mother sat stiffly. He caught hold of her hand again. She tried in
vain to pull it away. He very slowly brought it to his penis. She cried
out lightly when her fingers touched his large organ, as if it was red hot.
She tried her best to free her hand from his grip. Now he used both his
hands and tried to make her hold his cock. "Please..." he said like a very
desperate beggar. He did not leave her hand. He knew that if he did, she
would immediately withdraw it. She did not say anything. She was sweating
hard and the shocked expression would not leave her face. He begged again.
She shook her head and kept up the tug-of-war with him. Without looking at
him, as if in a dream, she said, "Hari might wake up, sar." "He is fast
asleep, Sunandini. He won't wake up if we don't make any noise." She bit
her lips and rolled her eyes, as if she was unable to think clearly. How
could she? This was something that she had never imagined even in her
wildest dreams. My mother was not very religious minded; after her
husband's death she hardly ever went to the temple. Even now, she would
visit the temple only because she had to accompany Parvathiamma. "Please,
Sunandini..." Vasu begged. Then with my own eyes I saw my mother's fingers
gently tighten around Vasu's big cock. But she did not turn her face
around to look at him or his penis. She sat very stiffly, all the time her
face turned towards the wall. Vasu seemed to be feeling dizzy. He left
her hand very slowly, and with drunken eyes, he gazed at her hand holding
his cock on its own. And the cock - big as it was - was getting more and
more erect by the second. He tightened his grip around her shoulder,
drawing her closer to him. He sat and for a long time he gazed at her hand
holding his cock. She was holding it loosely, almost as if she was afraid
of crumbling it. And then, even as he looked, my mother started moving her
hand up and down, stroking his big cock very, very gently. He shut his
eyes, relaxing completely, and breathed, "This is all I
want...Sunandini...this is all I want." Up and down, up and down, went her
hand. Very gently. But she was actually holding his cock for namesake
only, rubbing it with just the "O" of her thumb and index finger. My god!
What am I seeing! I thought to myself. By the expression on her face you
could see that she was not liking it one bit. She was taking it all in
like a very awful tasting medicine which she wanted to gulp down as fast as
possible. Perhaps she was thinking that the sooner she satisfied him, the
earlier he would leave. This thought made her move her hand a little
faster. She grabbed his cock properly, using all her fingers and thumb,
and rubbed steadily. As she continued to rub him, he withdrew his arm from
her shoulder and sat back, planting his palms behind him on the cot. He
just watched her hand do the work. She sat stiffly all the time, not
daring to turn her face and look at his organ. But after a while I
realized that she was glancing at it from the corner of her eye. This
rubbing went on for more than ten minutes. Ten minutes is a very long
time. Just imagine, for a whole ten minutes my mother and the old man sat
in the silence of the small room, without exchanging any words, all the
time her hand working on his cock. She kept on moving her hand steadily,
non-stop. Her movements were slow, as if she was in no hurry. But this
does not mean that she was liking it. The expression on her face was one
that of vague repulsion. Then, all of a sudden, she grew restless and
stopped moving her hand. She said, "Madi, sar. Enough. Hari might wake
up." She could not take it any more. He shook his head impatiently. "No,
no," he said. "You go on...don't stop now..." She sat undecidedly for a
while. Then she whispered to him, "Sar, Shall we go into the kitchen?" I
wondered with a sudden panic whether she had seen that I was awake. Or had
I made some unconscious movements of my body? I was myself having an
erection under my lungi which was getting more and more uncomfortable.
Vasu's whole body was tense. Maybe he was on the verge of an ejaculation.
His eyes were shut tight and he was totally drenched in sweat.
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"Don't stop
now..." he seemed to mutter. With a feverish movement, he threw his arms
around my mother. "Aiyo, sar!" she exclaimed. She left his penis and
started to get up. But she could not get up, for the old man was too
strong for her. He grabbed her huge tits in his palms from behind her.
With a faint cry, my mother caught hold of his wrists and tried to push his
hands away, but he was too strong for her. She kept on trying to stand up,
but he held her in place. He dug his nose under her thick, straight hair
and started kissing her neck, at the same time he started kneading her huge
boobs very roughly. Quite thrilled, I watched how his strong palms were
squeezing her round, melon-sized tits. Her sari had slid down her
shoulders and I could see how, every time he squeezed, the tops of her
milk-white boobs swelled out through the low neckline of her tight blouse
like balloons. "Sar...let me go...please..." Tears welled up in her eyes
again. They were struggling with each other now, their breathing heavy,
the cot creaking wildly. "Ssshhh! Calm down," he warned her. "Your son
will wake up." "Please...sar..." As I said, Vasu was a really strong man.
He held her in place with his arms and kept on squeezing her tits. She
fought like a bird in a cage for some time. Then, probably from sheer
fatigue or from the realization that fighting was in vain , she stopped
struggling and sat with her hands clutching his wrists. "Why don't you
stay still?" he asked her, clear irritation in his voice. His question
seemed absurd, because she was already sitting still. She did not say
anything, and once again silence descended into the room. They sat on the
cot, he holding her body, his hands continuously kneading her huge boobs.
"I can understand," he whispered into her ear, "it has been a long time
since a man has come this close to you. So you are afraid. Don't be
afraid, please." He kissed the back of her sweat-stained neck. She kept
quiet. After some time, he said, "Let us lie down." This seemed to bring
her to life suddenly. She started to stand up. But he was too fast for
her. He threw his arms around her. "Please, sar," she begged, "let me
go..." She tried her best to free herself. He lifted my mother up almost
bodily and dropped her down on the cot. The old cot almost gave away.
"Aiyo!" she cried out loudly. Then, before she could get up, he pinned her
down by her shoulders and started to climb upon her. As he did so his
mundu came off him and fell on the floor, so that when he was lying on top
of my mother he was stark naked. His hands grabbed her wrists like
wrenches and spread her arms wide open. "Aiyo! Let me go!" she cried out
weakly. After looking at her tear-stained face for a second, he quickly
started kissing her. He kissed her all over her face, all wet, noisy
kisses that reflected the great lust he had been having for her. She kept
throwing her head this way and that to avoid his greedy lips. Now she was
really crying, her body rocking with each burst of emotion. "Shut up!" he
commanded her. He looked in my direction briefly, timidly. Then, placing
the flat of his palms upon her ears to steady her head, he pressed his lips
upon hers with such force that she could not make any more crying noises.
She tried to push him off her, but he was a strong man. For the next whole
minute or two he laid upon her like that, his lips glued to hers and she
trying weakly to make him get off her. So as not to be suffocated, she was
breathing heavily and noisily through her nose. They were both breathing
noisily. The night was very calm and only the sound of their unsteady
breathing disturbed the heavy silence. PART 5 For some time she had kept
making crying noises in her throat. But now she stopped. She was
constantly gazing at me through a corner of her eye. Her cheeks were still
tear-stained, but the tears were quickly drying. She had stopped
struggling now. The two figures lying so lip-locked on the cot were not
moving at all. Finally, Vasu lifted his head, ending the long kiss. He
looked at her. She looked at him and for a brief moment their eyes were
locked like their lips had been. Next, he started kissing her face again.
One, two, three...the kisses fell. They did not stop but kept falling.
She kept throwing her head gently to this side and that, gently moaning
complainingly. Oh, how he was kissing her face! "Sar, enough..." she said
after some time. "Hari might wake up any time." But he would not stop. He
planted a noisy kiss on her lips and whispered, "Let us do it very
quietly." "We will do it tomorrow...please..." she whispered to him,
entreatingly, submissively, "after Hari has gone to school...I will come to
your room." "No," he breathed, "I want you now." "Aiyo, sar..." He went on
kissing her, kissing her, kissing her... He gathered her soft, fat lower
lip between his teeth and pulled at it so hard that she shut her eyes
tightly and moaned in pain. He caught hold of her shoulders and gently
sucked her delicious, sexy lower lip for a some time. Then, he left her
lips and slowly slid down a little so that his face was over her bosom.
"Aiyo!" she exclaimed and quickly crossed her arms over her over-sized
boobs. He brushed away her arms impatiently and his eyes feasted on her
big, round tits packed tightly in her dirty, white blouse. All that
scuffle had made her sweat heavily. She was not wearing a bra under her
blouse and she was not in the habit of wearing one. And since her blouse
was totally wet because of her sweat, it had now become almost completely
transparent and a lot of her skin could be seen through it. Her dark
nipples were clearly visible even to me from where I lay. The nipples were
erect and looked like they could pierce the thin material of her blouse.
She tried to cover her tits once more but Vasu would not let her. She once
again tried to tell him that it was enough for one night, but he had
suddenly grown deaf. He gently poked his nose between her huge boobs. The
neckline of her blouse was so low that it presented a generous view of the
deep, dark cleavage between her huge tits. "Aiyo! Sar...aiyo," she said
and looked at him as he dug his nose deeper and deeper, as if to fathom the
depth of her soft cleavage. His palms cupped her lofty boobs from either
sides and fondled them lovingly. His thumbs circled her jutting nipples.
"Aiyo, sar...," she exclaimed. She looked in my direction a couple of
times. Clearly, she was perturbed at the thought of her son waking up
suddenly and seeing them in this position. I longed to assure her that her
son was not going to wake up tonight. I watched as she tried in vain to
remove his hands from her tits, as she tried in vain to push him off her
body. The old man was in a world of his own. Oh my god! Almost all of
his face had now disappeared between her enormous boobs and it looked like
her blouse would tear. But moment later, Vasu resurfaced, his face red.
He looked at the two tits in wonder again and kissed them lovingly. Next,
his hands began to fumble with the hooks of her blouse. My mother quickly
caught hold of his hands and gently shook her head from side to side,
looking at him beseechingly. "Please," he said. Still shaking her head,
she said, "No, sar...please...let us do it later..." "Just let me open your
blouse," he begged, "and then I will go." "Sar...Hari...Sar, let us go into
the kitchen." Vasu brushed away her hands very impatiently and undid the
first hook. "Sar..." My mother understood that it was futile to stop Vasu.
And now she watched as he kept on undoing one hook after the other. Her
blouse was very tight and her huge tits seemed only too eager to get out.
The thin material of her blouse was straining as each hook was undone.
When there were a couple of more hooks left Vasu paused to run his palms in
wide circles over the exposed portions of her huge boobs. Then he undid
one more hook. He looked into her eyes. She too looked at him. And at
that time something like a cloud seemed to come over her eyes. They became
so dark, as if she had just applied kanmashi on them. He looked at her.
Her enormous tits were almost free now; just one hook was holding
everything together. Her nipples were still hidden. The exposed portion
of her grand tits were sticking out of the now ridiculously low neckline of
her blouse like about-to-burst balloons. He leaned over her and dug his
teeth on those balloons. "Aiyo...sar..." she said, gently stroking her
fingers where he bit her. He now decided to undo the last hook. But the
last hook seemed to be stuck. The old man's fingers fumbled with it for a
while. Then he looked at her. She glanced in my direction furtively.
Then she gently brought her hands up and, lifting her head to have a closer
look, she undid the last hook. Plop! Oh me god! Oh my god! My mother's
huge, round tits! Bare! They were bigger than I had ever imagined. Vasu
cradled them lovingly between his palms, as if they were some fat newborns.
Her two coconuts seemed to be greatly relieved to be out of that tight
blouse. As he looked at them, at their sheer bulk, the old man's eyes
seemed to pop out of their sockets. He was finding it hard to believe that
he was actually holding her lovely tits in his hands, and they were bare,
and he could do whatever he wanted to with them. He was looking at them in
total disbelief. His mouth was slightly open as he looked. I saw him gulp
a couple of times.
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( आखिर वो दिन आ ही गया Complete )...(ज़िन्दगी एक सफ़र है बेगाना complete)..(ज़िद (जो चाहा वो पाया) complete)..(दास्तान ए चुदाई (माँ बेटी बेटा और किरायेदार ) complete) .. (एक राजा और चार रानियाँ complete)..(माया complete...)--(तवायफ़ complete)..(मेरी सेक्सी बहनेंcompleet) ..(दोस्त की माँ नशीली बहन छबीली compleet)..(माँ का आँचल और बहन की लाज़ compleet)..(दीवानगी compleet..(मेरी बर्बादी या आबादी (?) की ओर पहला कदमcompleet) ...(मेले के रंग सास,बहू और ननद के संग).


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(फैमिली में मोहब्बत और सेक्स (complet))........(कोई तो रोक लो)......(अमन विला-एक सेक्सी दुनियाँ)............. (ननद की ट्रैनिंग compleet)..............( सियासत और साजिश)..........(सोलहवां सावन)...........(जोरू का गुलाम या जे के जी).........(मेरा प्यार मेरी सौतेली माँ और बेहन)........(कैसे भड़की मेरे जिस्म की प्यास)........(काले जादू की दुनिया)....................(वो शाम कुछ अजीब थी)
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