For MATURE lovers

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"Aiyo, sar..." said my mother. She covered her eyes
with a corner of her sari. Because of their enormous size and their
weight, her surprisingly firm tits were tilted to the sides so that a lot
of their bulk rested upon her upper arms. Her nipples made slanting angles
to her torso. Still, even in a reclining position, her massive tits were
somewhat retaining their rotundity and firmness. The old man gathered her
heavy tits together between his palms so that their tops rose up and the
nipples pointed straight up. He was still pop-eyed. He was finding it
hard to believe that he was actually holding her tits. He just kept
looking at them in sheer disbelief. After a while he lowered his head and
placed a kiss on each nipple. My mother peeped at him from under her sari.
Next he started licking her nipples and they soon became so hard and erect
that they tickled his tongue. I was myself taken aback when I saw how tall
her nipples had become as he licked her. He took one standing nipple
between his teeth and threw back his head, lifting the nipple and a portion
of the boob with it up. He did not let go until she had cried out in pain.
"Aiyo...sar..." she said, "what are you doing...?" The old man now ran a
trembling palm all over one tit, as if to get an idea about its actual
size, squeezing it a couple of times. He caught her nipple between his
thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard. He tugged at her nipple, so hard
that she had to catch hold of his arm. "Sar..." she begged. He smiled at
her. He could not stop now. He had just started to have fun. He grabbed
her well-rounded boobs in his large palms and started squeezing them. She
lay still with her face turned towards the window. Occasionally an "Aiyo"
would escape her lips when he squeezed roughly. He kept on exerting more
and more pressure, kneading her tits like dough. He had lusted for her
tits for a long time and now he wanted to play with them to his heart's
content. And he played with them like a possessed man. Kneading them,
pinching them, biting them, even slapping them. She kept on begging him to
stop. But he paid no heed to her. He now once again cradled her hulking,
well-rounded boobs between his palms and started shaking them from side to
side gently. It was a wonder to see something so big shaking. No, they
were not shaking. They were just wobbling from side to side. Her two tits
were sandwiched so tightly between his palms that they were raised up,
their crowns - the nipples - touching an unbelievable height. And the way
he was holding and shaking them, it almost looked as if he was doing a
balancing act in a circus. As he shook them, he watched her nipples draw
circles in the air. He gently brought his head down and greedily caught
one nipple between his lips. He started sucking the nipple. And she
moaned, a sexy moan. He sucked hard, taking control of both her nipples,
sucking them in turns, making her moan more and more. In between, he
placed his face between her boobs and shook them, so that they slapped
against his chin. He dug his teeth into her boob and bit her hard.
"Aiyo...sar...!" Then, he continued sucking her rigid nipples, continuously
moving from nipple to nipple as he sucked. And how she was moaning! I
noticed that she would gather a portion of her fat lower lip between her
teeth and push it out gently as she moaned. Vasu was having a good time.
He had dreamt of this moment so many times. "Look, how they are shaking,"
he said to her as he shook her tits. She uncovered her eyes briefly to
gaze at them. "Aiyo, sar, what are you doing...?" she whispered in an
embarrassment-filled voice. Pressing her tits together, Vasu brought her
nipples so close to each other that they touched. Holding them thus, he
sucked both her nipples together for a while. This was a sight to see.
She peeped at him from under her sari. Next, he once again started
kneading her huge tits, using all the strength that he had in his fingers.
"Aiyo, sar...melle..melle," she breathed. "Slowly, sar...slowly." He did
not care if he was hurting her. He kept on squeezing her abundant boobs,
as if wanted to make them rounder and softer. Her tits were so big that it
was not possible to hold one tit in each palm. But he was managing. In
between, he was also shaking her tits, as if he enjoyed it more that
anything. Finally, he left her tits and sat upon the cot. She looked at
him from under her sari. Once again, she crossed her forearms over her big
tits. Vasu now concentrated on her pebble-smooth belly. She had a large
belly, but it was very smooth, and it was milk-white. He ran his palm
gently over her belly, looking at it as if in a dream. He dug his middle
finger into her navel, tickling her. She quickly turned on her side and
lay with her back to him. The old man's eyes now rested on her arse. He
wanted to touch it at once. But he decided to wait. He looked at her once
from head to heel. He could not help but marvel at her sexy figure. She
was a village woman and because of the manual work she did she had somewhat
broad shoulders In sharp contrast to her shoulders, her waist was narrow,
but not too narrow. She was carrying a lot of fat there, but it was still
narrow, compared to her shoulders. And her arse, it was her most
invaluable asset. From her waist it was quite a steep climb to her hips.
As she lay there on her side, clutching her enormous tits, I could see her
sweat travelling from her hips to her narrow waist. I noticed that Vasu's
eyes were glued to her large, well-rounded arse. He looked at her back. I
was thinking that it would be lovely to see her bare back. And I found the
old man saying, "Take your blouse off." PART 6 She did not move. Sweat
glistened on her sexy waist where the flesh had doubled up deliciously with
age. He touched her waist. He said again, "Sunandini, take off your
blouse. I want to see your back completely bare." "Sar...not now
please...later," she begged without looking at him. "Please..." he said.
"Just take off your blouse...I just want to see you..." She lay still for a
while. Then she took in a deep breath and started peeling her blouse off
her. It was not easy. The blouse was too tight. She had to sit up to do
it. And I noticed that how, when she flourished her arms to take off her
blouse, her heavy tits swung like pendulums. In her hurry, her blouse got
a little torn. But she did not care. She removed it quickly and dropped
it upon the floor. Then she started to lie down again like before. But he
caught hold of her shoulders and gently turned her towards him. "Let me
look at you," he said. She tried to free herself, but it was not to be.
She gently crossed her forearms over her huge tits and kept her eyes
downcast. He gently rubbed the smooth skin of her shoulders and looked at
her with overwhelming lust in his eyes. His old-man eyes twinkled as he
studied her sexy face and full lips. She sat still as he studied her,
totally avoiding his eyes, but all the time aware of his eagle-like gaze.
He examined her great boobs which she was trying her best to hide from him.
He looked at her balloon-like, pebble-smooth belly, which was big and
bulging because of the uncomfortable position in which she was sitting. A
smile began to form on Vasu's lips. "You know," he told her slowly, "you
are a real mohini. Just looking at your face makes my cock restless." She
was visibly shocked by his remark, but she did not say anything. Outside,
a night-bird shrieked and both of them looked towards the window. Their
eyes met for a second. He leaned over and kissed her lips. "I love you,"
he said suddenly. She looked at him for a moment, confused as to what to
make of his statement. He kissed her again, this time the kiss ending in a
bite on her fat lower lip. He did not let go her lip immediately, though
she tried to pull it away. He gently gathered it between his lips and
sucked at it for some time. "I love you," he breathed again. A sudden
moan escaped my mother's lips. It was barely an audible one, but it came,
and with my own surprised eyes I saw her shifting a little closer to him.
He sensed it and he too moved closer to her and started running his palms
all over her bare back. He gave her one long and passionate kiss, almost
suffocating her with it. She blushed so hard that her cheeks looked like
fresh tomatoes. A moment later, he straightened. He had a lot of work to
do. He had done a lot of planning before coming here. All day long,
today, he must have fantasised about this meeting with her. "Stand on your
knees," he suddenly said to her. He wanted to have a good view of those
huge, round tits with her body in an erect position. She looked at him as
if she had just woken up from a dream. And she looked at him so strangely
that he had to repeat his words. She showed a lot of reluctance, but she
slowly raised herself on her knees, never once uncovering her bosom. He
sat in front of her in a comfortable position with his legs folded. For
the first time I saw my mother directly looking at his cock. But she
looked only once, then she looked away. With his erect cock standing like
the leaning tower of Pisa, Vasu placed his palms on her fat upper arms and
studied her. "Bring your hands down," he said to her.

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Her face became red
suddenly. How could she? Till yesterday she had looked at this man so
respectfully and reverently as he was a retired school-teacher who was kind
enough to occasionally help her son with his lessons, and, that too, free
of cost. She had always been afraid of even talking with him. She
respected him so much. He was, in a way, a god to him. It was because of
him that she and her son had survived their ordeal. Never in her wildest
dreams she could bring herself even to think of doing something of this
nature with this old man. And now... She was clearly lost in thoughts
when he asked her again to uncover her tits. She looked at him, her face
blank, and slowly shook her head. But then, the next moment, she gently
lowered her arms. She turned her head and looked away. No, she won't look
at him again. She won't be able to. She shut her eyes. She wished that
the earth would split and suck her in, like it did Sita. God, when will
this night come to an end? The old man looked at her round, oversized
tits. Now with her body in an upright position they hung in front of him,
two round coconuts, so big that they looked anything but wieldy. They were
so surprisingly firm, and had big nipples which any man would love to hold
between his lips. She was more than a feet away from his body, but her
boobs were so huge that her jutting nipples almost touched his face. Their
enormity was more evident to me, as I was looking at her body from the
side. To me they seemed like two lofty, balloon-shaped towers standing
horizontally between her fat upper arms. They were magnificent. They were
big. And looked really unwieldy. Vasu kept admiring their sensual beauty
for a long time. He studied the soft skin. Not a single blemish on it.
She was a healthy woman. He studied how the dark circular areas around her
erect nipples glistened with sweat. Her hardened nipples were now longer,
and looked so rigid that in her present position you could use them to hang
something. He moved closer to her and placed his hands on her shoulders,
close to her neck. He started sliding them down gently, very gently. When
they reached her boobs, he started moving them in a circular fashion, each
hand minutely taking note of the amazing rotundity of her colossal boobs.
His thumbs played with her nipples for a moment, striking them like one
would strike the strings of a musical instrument. Then he gently placed
his palms on either side of her tits, sandwiching them, and applied a
little pressure, making the great tits bulge out towards him. Now he
started shaking them gently from side to side. "Aiyo, sar..." she mouthed,
"what are you doing...?" She was not at all comfortable about her tits
being shook like this. Now that her tits were in a suspended position,
they shook like anything. Vasu first shook them very, very gently. Then,
as his momentum grew, he started moving his hands a little animatedly,
tossing her tits this way and that. She looked down at her tits as they
ran helter-skelter, like two little pigs playing. "Madi...madi sar..." she
whispered. She glanced at me once. Maybe she was agitated by the thought
of how in the world she would explain to her son if he suddenly woke up and
saw this queer scene. Vasu kept rocking her grand tits. He paused and
looked at her, the thumbs of his hands playing with her rubbery nipples.
"Did not your husband play with your boobs?" he asked, smiling. She did
not reply. He continued shaking her tits. He now shook them up and down,
jerking them up only with his thumbs in the beginning, then using his palms
for the purpose. He would toss her lovely coconuts so high that they would
bump against her chin. Then they would come down and wobble from side to
side in their suspended position. Next, he shook them in a manner which
made them bump against each other. It made sound too, two melon-sized
boobs colliding against each other. Thump, thump. Now this was too much
for her. She caught hold of his wrists and begged him to stop. He did and
she, clutching her man-handled tits, quickly got down from her knees. She
gently lay down again like before, with her back turned towards the old
man. He took in a deep breath, as if he was suddenly feeling tired. He sat
and for a long time eyed at her bare back. She looked very sexy from
behind. Her back was covered with her sweat. Beads of sweat rolled down
the skin of her waist. She was nearing forty, but her body had retained
that hour-glass shape which she had in her younger days. Her long,
straight hair had come undone, and now it lay scattered beside her head.
Vasu touched and stroked her hair. Maybe he loved her hair. A couple of
strands over her ears had turned gray with age, otherwise her hair was
completely black. The old man parted her hair from behind her neck and
bent down to kiss her there. She moved when he kissed her, tickled. He
kissed her bare shoulder. And then her waist. He gathered the flabby
flesh of her waist between his fingers and squeezed it so hard that she
clutched his hand. The sheet of sweat on her bare back was making her look
sexier. Sweat slowly trickled down the cleavage of flesh at her narrow
waist and down and across her back. He sat back and watched her, slowly
stroking his cock with his hand. She lay still the whole time. Then I
realized quickly that she was looking at him through the corner of her eye.
Lie on your belly," he said to her now. She waited a couple of seconds
just to show that she would not do it willingly. Then she rolled over
gently and lay on her belly, pressing her heavy tits against the cot. In
this position, her huge, but shapely arse stood out quite prominently. You
could make out its round shape through her sari. Vasu studied the
rotundity of her arse for a while. Then he touched it with his fingers.
It must have felt warm. Her whole body went tense when he placed both his
palms upon her buttocks. Gently he ran his trembling palms all over the
giant cheeks, in wide circular motions, taking into account their amazing
rotundity. She raised her head a couple of times to let him know that she
did not like what he was doing. He squeezed the big cheeks of her arse.
He pressed the cheeks together, catching her sari in the crack. He dug his
finger into the crack and she said "Aiyo". He dug his fingers into her
sari, feeling the depth of her arse-hole. As he kept exploring she brushed
his hand away. Then Vasu slowly climbed upon his knees. He touched her
arse and gently asked her to move to the center of the cot; she was lying
at present at the edge, with her right shoulder touching the wall. She
shifted her position and looked at him through the corner of her eye. He
planted his knees on either sides of her thighs. Then, placing his palms
on either sides of her shoulders, he gently lowered his torso and started
kissing the soft skin of her shoulder-blades. She lay still. As he
lowered his body further, the tip of his cock came into contact with the
cleavage of her arse - through her sari, that is. She visibly stiffened at
this. He kept on kissing her. And as he kissed her, he slowly let all of
his weight rest upon her. He was on top of her now. "Aiyo...sar..." she
said as he grabbed her smooth shoulders and kissed her hair. He lay like
that on top of her, sniffing the smell of sweat on the back of her neck.
He paused briefly and, clutching her shoulders tightly, he gently started
moving his pelvis up and down, in a manner which suggested that he was
fucking her arse-hole. She did not object, but lay still. But when his
movements became a little fast and he began to let his pelvis fall upon her
roughly, she turned her head to look at him. The cot creaked wildly and
this seemed to disturb her very much. "Aiyo, sar...what are you doing...?"
she said, her voice breaking with his pumping motions. "Hari will wake
up...sar...please...aiyo." He never stopped. Clutching her shoulders in a
vice-like grip, he went on "fucking" her arse through her sari. His pelvis
fell on her like a rubber stamp on paper. Bang, bang. Thumo, thump.
"Madi sar..." she begged. He would not stop. He was like a possessed man
now. The cot creaked like a creature alive, frantically, rhythmically.
"Stop, sar...please..." she begged. "You are making too much noise...you
will wake up Hari." "Let him wake up..." gasped Vasu. "Aiyo...he will see
us!" "Let him..." "What... are you saying, sar! He... is just a kid." He
stopped moving and lay panting on top of her. "He is not... a kid
anymore, Sunandini," Vasu said to her. "He has grown up." My mother did
not say anything. "How old is he now?" he asked her. "Thirteen."
"Thirteen is grown up. You should stop treating him like a kid." And,
after a pause, he added, "He must know everything about sex now." My mother
did not comment. Now Vasy had rested enough. He slowly started "fucking"
her arse again. This time she lay in silence. She did not say anything
even when his movements suddenly became ridiculously fast, and the cot
creaked loudly, complainingly. He moaned as if he was on the verge of an
ejaculation. But he did not ejaculate. He suddenly slowed down, his
breathing very heavy. He was tired. He had moved like a stallion. After
some time, he stopped moving altogether and lay very still. He was
catching his breath. Then he slowly slid off her and sat upon the cot
beside her. He kept on looking at her big, broad arse for a long time.

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I
saw that her sari, now damp with sweat from both their bodies, clung to her
arse like a mud-pack. It was lovely, her arse. All of a sudden, he caught
hold of her sari at her ankles and started lifting it up. She quickly sat
up and looked at him. She shook her head, her disheveled hair brushing
against her cheeks. "No...sar...I can't..." she said, her arms once again
enveloping her outsized tits. He grabbed his cock in his hand and started
stroking it. Perhaps he found the picture of her sitting on the cot with
her arms crossed over her enormous tits very sexy. He kept looking at her
and masturbated. She looked away, but she sat as she was. She did not
move and turn her back to him. "Move away your hands...," he whispered to
her urgently. "Let me see your mulakal again." Maybe he was about to
ejaculate. "Please...Sunandini...let me..." There was so much of lust in
his voice that it shook. She sensed it and looked at him. Then, to my
utter amazement, I saw the shadow of a smile playing on my mother's lips.
Is she smiling? Or is it just a trick of the light and shadow. The naked
bulb hanging from a wooden beam above threw down only a dim light. Then,
still looking at the old man, she slowly lowered her arms from her tits.
And she turned her torso towards him, pointing her rigid nipples in his
direction. The old man was beside himself with excitement. He started
stroking his cock very vigorously. "Shake your tits," he told her, his
voice shaking, "shake your tits." Oh, he loved her tits! She slowly
shifted her position and sat completely facing him, her knees pointing in
his direction. The old man too moved and sat with his knees touching hers,
never stopping the movements of his hand stroking penis. Then looking at
him, my mother raised her arms up to gather and tie her hair. Oh, how her
massive tits rose and fell and wobbled with her actions. It was divine to
watch. Slowly placing her palms upon her knees, she started moving her
torso from side to side and thus making her heavy tits wobble gently. She
looked down at how her tits were shaking and it suddenly made her laugh.
She stopped, feeling very embarrassed. "Ohhh...lovely! Do it again,"
exclaimed Vasu. She shook her head. He cajoled her and she shook her tits
again. "Your mulakal are wonderful! Oh, so sexy..." His comments
encouraged her to shake her boobs more vigorously. And she started jerking
her torso in a manner which literally threw her boobs from side to side.
She glanced at her dancing tits and she watched the expression on his face.
And the old man worked his cock like a machine. This went on for quite a
while. Then Vasu suddenly stopped stroking his cock. He looked a little
tired. He was bathed in sweat. "I need a glass of water," he told her.
There was a jug of water on the table placed at the foot of her cot. She
turned around and, raising herself upon her knees, she poured some water
into a glass from this jug and gave it to him. As he drank, she once again
sat with her forearms crossed over her bosom, her head bowed. She glanced
at me once. Vasu drank slowly and emptied the glass-tumbler. He returned
the tumbler to her and she placed it on the table. "Have a drink," he told
her, "you must be thirsty, too." She shook her head. She was looking at
his cock now. He followed her gaze and found that his penis was suddenly
dwindling in size. It was loosing its erection. He lifted it with his
hand and looked at her. He looked very despondent. He eyed her blankly.
He gently stroked his cock, trying to revive its erection. But his manhood
was deserting him completely. It now looked like an over-ripe banana. "I
am an old man," he said now and wiped the perspiration on his brow. He sat
back and did not know what to do. PART 7 Maybe a wave of sympathy
travelled through my mother. She gently moved closer to him, removing her
arms from her tits. She gave him a randy look and moved closer, still
closer to him, so close that one of her full tits touched his shoulder.
The old man was taken aback by her action. I was taken aback myself by her
conduct. Next, I saw her pressing her cheek against the old man's hairy
chest. She placed her palm on his shoulder and gently lifted her face up
to kiss his neck. Vasu gasped. She stroked the back of his head and his
ear. She looked at him and smiled timidly. Then she pressed her tender
lips against his. All of a sudden, he threw his arms around her and drew
her all the more closer to him. She in turn returned his embrace with a
sudden moan, flattening her plump boobs against his chest with such force
that his torso was thrown back. And the two of them began to move closer
and closer to one another, as if they wanted to merge into each other.
They were both moaning, the flat of their palms running up and down their
backs, speaking a strange language of lust. Twice they kissed each other's
lips. They were stroking each other so vigorously that I could hear the
sound of sweat-stained skin rubbing over sweat-stained skin. And how my
mother was moaning! In total abandon. She had perhaps completely
forgotten that her own son was in the same room. And it was not
surprising, seeing that it was such a long time since she had known a man.
And they made a very sexy picture. The old man and my mother in each
other's arms, he fully naked and she topless. Oh, how they were feeling
for each other's body, their closeness not seeming enough for them. They
were breathing heavily, sexy moans escaping my mother's lips on and off.
He was kissing her cheeks and she was receiving his kisses with lust
written all over her sexy face. He gently placed a palm on her cheek and
prised open her mouth with his tongue. He pushed his tongue deep into her
mouth and she took it all in, sucking his tongue. She sucked greedily, her
own tongue playing with his all the time. And, as she sucked, she held him
all the more tightly, jamming her huge tits against his chest, his hairy
chest. She liked the hair on his chest and she was again and again
bringing her hand between their bodies to run her fingers through them. I
watched as my mother now shoved her own tongue into his mouth and pushed
him so hard that he was forced to lie down on the cot. She climbed upon
him like a tigress. She placed her palms on both sides of his body and,
looking at him lustily, she rubbed her boobs all over his chest, sometimes
loosely, sometimes with pressure. Vasu watched her as she massaged his
upper body with her great boobs. Since now she was on her all fours, her
tits hung down and took on a balloon-like shape. She moved her torso
forward and let her tits brush against his face. He laughed lightly and
once again threw his arms around her. Bringing her huge boobs to rest on
his chest, she caught hold of his head at both sides and started kissing
his lips. He stuck out his tongue and she started sucking it once again
greedily. They were now both totally drenched in sweat. My mother's
voluptuous body glistened in the dim light of the bulb. Vasu's hands
massaged her bare, sweaty back and she liked it. His hands moved down and
squeezed her buttocks, and she liked it too. I saw him pull her sari up
from her thighs and put his hand into it to feel her bare arse. She
laughed lightly when he squeezed her bare arse. "Sunandini..." he
whispered. "Um..." "Show me your chandi. Your bare buttocks."
"Aiyo...no..." "Please...I will die this moment if you don't show me..."
She laughed. Then she whispered into his ear, "Sar, tonight I will show
you anything you want." He kissed her lips lovingly a couple of times.
Then he loosened his grip on her body and she understood that he wanted to
see her arse now. She sat up slowly. "Take off your sari," he told her.
She gave him a tangy look and smiled. Their lovemaking had once again
loosened her hair. She gathered and tied it in a bun behind her head.
Vasu too sat up. His cock was erect once again. He now held it and showed
it to her proudly. She looked at his cock now fixedly for some time. It
was a big cock and she was clearly marvelled by its size. Standing on her
knees, she started pulling at her sari gently. She was in no hurry at all.
Nor was Vasu. He sat calmly as she busied herself with the task of taking
off her sari. Carefully, she unwound the sari from around her and dropped
it on the floor. Next she undid the knot on the string of her petticoat.
She did not drop her petticoat immediately. She gently raised herself on
her knees, her heavy tits swaying this way and that, and she looked at the
old man teasingly. She smiled a gentle smile and studied the expression on
his face. She watched him gulp. He stroked his penis almost
absent-mindedly. She was a big woman and, the manner in which she was
holding her petticoat, all of her big belly and some pubic hair showing,
her big boobs gently pendulating with her movements, she looked a very sexy
dish. She started to turn around on her knees, the cot creaking, her tits
swinging wildly. She positioned herself with her back to him. Then she
turned her head to look at him. He gulped again. Now, pushing her
massive, but shapely arse towards him, she started lowering her petticoat.
Slowly. No hurry at all. I gulped myself when the top of her heavy,
well-rounded bottom came into view. Down and down went her petticoat,
until her big, well-rounded and sexy arse was finally fully exposed for
Vasu and me to see.

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Oh my god! It was so large, and so round. And, since
she was pushing her chandi towards him, so that the two cheeks were
slightly parted, I could make out her dark anus from where I lay. Oh, she
was really a sex-goddess! She eyed at him, smiling teasingly, and watched
the effect the sight of her bare arse was having on him. Vasu had already
started stroking his big cock gently. Now, the sight of her bare arse made
the movements of his stroking hand vigorous. He studied her arse. It was
big, and round. It was wheat-complexioned, like the rest of her.
Actually, it was fairer, and its large cheeks were the colour of apples,
and they looked very smooth and tender. Never stopping the stroking of his
cock, he leaned over and gave her arse a quick pinch. Where he pinched her
the skin turned red. "Aaahhh..." she cried out and rubbed her arse with
her fingers where it hurt. She looked at him. "I have wanted to do it
ever since I put my eyes on you," he told her. She smiled and looked at
him. "Now you can do it whenever you want to," she said slowly, looking
straight into his eyes. I was quite surprised at this remark from my
mother. "Whenever I want?" "Yes...but only when nobody is watching," she
said shyly. He smiled. He liked the way now she was really co-operating
with him. "Will you show me your bare arse whenever I ask you?" "Um."
"Sunandini," he said, "now onwards when you come to my room I want you to
pull your sari up to your waist. I want you to wipe the floor with your
bare arse showing." "Aiyo, what if somebody suddenly comes into the room?"
"I will stand at the door and watch." She did not say anything, but the way
she lowered her head told him that she would do his bidding. "Oh, your
chandi is so very big and round!" he said excitedly. "I have always loved
your chandi. When you worked in the kithen I would often stand behind you
to look at your big chandi." "I know, sar." "You know!" "I am a woman, sar.
Women know." He laughed. "And all the time I was afraid that you might
notice me," he said. "Shake your chandi a little," he said to her now.
She gave him a spicy look. Then she started swinging her big buttocks for
him to see. She swung very gently, very gracefully, and it looked like a
part of a dance sequence. My mother was actually a trained dancer. And
until she got married when she was twenty-four, she used to teach
mohiniattam to young girls at her home. She could not continue teaching
after she got married. Work in the tea-shop took most of her time. Here,
in this house, when Parvathiamma came to know about my mother's dancing
skills, she one day made her show her some of the steps. My mother was not
ready to show, at first, and had to be cajoled a lot. She did it a bit
clumsily; her body had changed a lot over the years. She was feeling a lot
embarrassed, too, because Vasu was there, and I was there also. Her navel
was showing occasionally as she exhibited various dancing postures.
Mid-way through her performance, she laughed and rushed out of the room,
covering her face with her sari. The old woman had commented that she was
shy like a teenage girl. Now, Vasu kept watching the gently swaying of her
arse and was so thrilled that he was stroking his cock like a possessed
man. His whole body was stiff. Maybe he was about ejaculate. But he did
not want to ejaculate yet. He suddenly stopped moving his hand and said,
"Show me your mohiniattam." She glanced at him and smiled teasingly.
"Please..." "Later..." she whispered. "I'll show you later." "Naked."
"Um." Vasu could not hold himself back any longer. He lunged forward and
placed his eager hands upon her magnificent bottom. He moved his palms in
wide circles all over it, feeling its warmth, its enormity, and its
rotundity. His whole body was shaking now. With a feverish movement, he
positioned himself close behind her and, pushing one cheek of her great
bottom to the side, he brought the tip of his cock in contact with her hot
anus. "Aiyo, sar...what are you doing?" she said. He had taken her
completely by surprise. He was pushing her so hard that she was thrown
forward, and to regain her balance she caught hold of the table. But she
did not move her arse away from his cock. Clutching the edge of the table
tightly, she whispered, "Sar, idu venda...aiyo..." He had once again become
deaf to her protests, which had been gradually becoming weaker and weaker.
Standing on one knee, he twisted his wrist, moving his cock this way and
that in order to squeeze it into her arsehole. But the wall of her anus
was not seeming to budge. "Do you have oil here?" he asked now,
impatiently. She looked at him questioningly for a while, but then she
understood. There was a medium-sized bottle of coconut oil placed upon the
table. She picked it up and handed it to him. He unscrewed the cap of the
bottle and poured a large amount of the oil over his cock, spreading the
oil all over it with his free hand. He returned the bottle to her. Now he
moved a little closer to her started to poke his penis into her arse-hole
again. This time he met with only little resistance. The cock slid in
quite smoothly. In, in it went. He kept on pushing gently until it was
inside her to the hilt. I watched her face. Her eyes were shut and she
was wincing a little. A slow moan escaped her lips. His cock finally in
position, Vasu now stood behind her on both his knees and studied the
manner in which his cock was swallowed up by her anus. She
said,"Sar...please...idu venda." He did not say anything. He shut his
eyes. Maybe he was enjoying the warm, tickling sensation of the walls of
her anus tightening around his cock. "Aiyo...what are we doing..." said my
mother as if to herself. She stood with her torso leaning over the table.
And waited. The old man got ready to fuck her. He placed his palms on
both sides of her waist and started moving his pelvis back and forth. Back
and forth, back and forth. "Aiyo...uummm..." She tightened her grip on the
table and bit her lips. Back and forth, back and forth. The cot began to
creak. Back and forth, back and forth. Vasu moved slowly, but
rhythmically. From where I lay I could see his oil-stained cock slipping
in and out of her anus. His cock was probably a little more that six
inches long and with every thrust of his pelvis he was making it go all the
way in. And everytime he thrust, his loose, heavy balls would slap noisily
against her thighs. And a moan would escape her lips. Fucking her, he
whispered into her ear, "Did not your husband do this kind of thing with
you?" She remained silent for a second. Then she shook her head and said,
"No." "Why? Did not he love your chandi?" She did not reply and he
understood that she did not want to talk about her dead husband. He fell
silent and just continued to fuck her. Five minutes passed. All that time
my mother was somewhat passive partner in this business. But now suddenly
she began to feel a strange pleasure in her arse-hole. His big cock had
continuously pumped her arse-hole, and now all of a sudden she began to
enjoy the sensation of his great cock moving in and out of her hot hole. I
saw that she was clutching the table tightly and she was biting her lower
lip. She was now gently moving her arse back and forth, reciprocating his
movements. Her eyes were shut. When Vasu said something to her she did
not even hear, and he had to repeat himself. "Are you enjoying it?" he
asked. "Um" she said shyly. A little later, he asked her, "Shall we do it
everyday?" "Um," she replied, reluctantly. "When Hari has gone to school I
will come into the kitchen. And we shall do it there." "Aiyo...during the
day time?" "Why not?" He placed his palms on her shoulders for support and
quickened his movements a little. She moaned. This went on for I don't
know how long. "I am going to fuck you like this the whole night," he said
in between. She moaned in return. But after some time he suddenly slowed
down and came to a stop. He was literally bathing in sweat. He wiped his
brow with the back of his hand and announced, "I am tired." He carefully
disengaged his penis from her arse and fell down upon the cot. She too
turned around and sat down beside him. I saw her impulsively bring her
arms in front of her tits. "Sar, do you want water?" she asked in a
concerned voice. He nodded. She poured him water from the jug on the
table. He drank slowly and returned the tumbler to her. She drank too,
for the night was hot, and she was thirsty. She parted the curtains of the
small window behind them to let in some fresh air. She picked up her sari
and fanned him with an end of it. Outside, it was a full moon night. I
could see the bright moon from my cot. Somewhere far away a night-bird was
crying. Once again, Vasu's cock was deserting him. He held it and stroked
it gently, sadly. She saw what he was doing. She drew closer to him and,
looking into his eyes, she gently took his cock from him. He looked at her
and she gave him a gentle smile. He relaxed a bit. He spread his thighs
and sat back, watching her do whatever she was doing with his cock. She
held his penis with both her hands; his cock, even when not erect, was so
long that she had to use both her hands to cover it fully. Then she
started stroking it, her hands moving in a manner which suggested that she
was pulling a thick rope, or, more clearly, as if she was milking him.

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liked it and sat watching her do it for some time. He extended his hands
and grabbed her bulky boobs. He put his palms under them and lifted them
up, as if to weigh them. He held them cradled between his palms and teased
the nipples with his thumb. She had big nipples, which now became bigger
and erect. It seemed to excite him to watch her nipples grow erect. He
looked at her. "Do you have clips here?" he asked her. PART 8 She looked
at him incredulously. "Clips?" she asked. "Those which you use to fasten
clothes to the line for drying." "Yes," she said. She lifted the curtain
of the window from below and there on the window-sill Vasu saw lying some
clips. He picked up two. She still watched him in confusion as he brought
one clip close to her nipple. Then she knew what he had in mind. Laughing
lightly, She bent her torso sideways to avoid him. "Aiyo, sar...," she
said, "what are you doing?" "It won't hurt, Sunandini," the old man assured
her. Without saying anything more, he caught hold of her shoulder firmly
and attached one clip to her nipple. An 'Aiyo' escaped her parted lips.
"Sar...," she said, "it hurts. A little." She smiled at him and sat still,
watching, as he attached the other clip to her other nipple. Then he sat
back and studied the result. She felt a little embarrassed as she sat
there before him with the clips dangling from her nipples. White clips on
pink nipples. Somehow the clips on her nipples were bothering her, making
her feel ashamed. Wearing them and sitting in front of him was making her
feel more than naked. But the old man was very much enjoying the scene.
So thrilled was he at the sight of those clips hanging from her nipples
that his cock was once again coming to life. She noticed it. She once
again took his cock in her hands and caressed it. As she stroked him, she
would move both her hands from the hilt of his great cock to the tip, hilt
to tip, hilt to tip, gently, gently. Her milking action was so sexy to
watch that I longed to make her do the same thing to my cock. His cock, I
noticed, was not fully erect yet. "Sunandini," said Vasu, "now show me the
dance." "Now?" she asked, a little shyly. She was completely naked now and
he wanted her to do a little mohiniattam in front of him. She looked down
at his cock. Maybe, that would make it fully erect. She left his penis
and got down on the floor. I looked at her from under my forearm. My god,
what a picture she made! With not a string of clothing on her - just two
clips hanging from her nipples - she was standing in front of this old man,
and she was going to dance. But she was shy, very shy. She stood covering
her face for a moment. Then, after looking at the old man for a second,
she started to dance. She made some elaborate stances of mohiniattam with
her buttocks jutting behind her and her arms making some gentle gestures.
Her sexy tits jiggled wildly as she moved. The clips swung freely. When
she turned around, it was pure heaven to watch her lovely, round arse. For
a woman of almost forty, she moved quite gracefully, seductively. She
smiled at him invitingly and, turning her broad, well-rounded arse towards
him she gave her hips a few slow jerks. "Aaahaa..." exclaimed Vasu,
tittilated. He slowly moved and sat at the edge of the cot. She smiled
and looked at him, thursting her arse into his face. He caught hold of her
hips and dug his nose into her anus. She laughed lightly, tickled. She
quickly slid out of his grasp and, turning towards him, started shaking her
great boobs in a wild manner, at the same time, giving me a magnificient
view of her dancing chandi. The view was so sexy that I longed to sit up
on my cot and push my finger into her arse-hole, that is, if it was all
right with her. Through her dance she was playing the role of an angry
Yashoda who was scolding a very naughty boy Krishna who had just broken a
pot full of butter. She was angry, and at the same time she loved to watch
the innocent manner in which the apple of her eye was trying to put all the
blame on his playmates. The old man had watched her all the time,
mesmerised, even forgetting to stroke his cock. But now her dancing had
crossed five minutes, and I noticed that the he was getting restless. He
had never imagined that the woman when asked to dance would present an
elaborate demonstration of her long forgotten skills. She was already out
of breath, but she was continuing to dance. You could almost hear some
classical music in the background. Finally, Vasu had to ask her to stop.
She stopped and looked at him, smiling and panting wildly. It looked like
she was waiting for his comments in praise of her skills. But they did not
come and she was disappointed a little. She watched him get down on the
floor and stand close to her. "Squat down," he told her. His cock was in
his hand. It was erect, but not completely yet. She was breathing a
little heavily after her dance performance. She squatted down slowly. He
stepped forward and waved his cock in front of her eyes. Her blood quickly
rushed to her face. But she did not get up. She realized what he had in
his mind. She looked at his manhood. "Will you give it a kiss?" he asked
her. She looked at him and her face became even redder. She shook her
head. Somehow she was unable to smile anymore. "Just a small peck on this
old banana," he said. She looked at him. She knew that now he was going
to beg her to do it. Very reluctantly, she tilted back her head and placed
a small kiss on the tip of his cock. She looked at him. He was not
satisfied. She gave him another. Then she moved her head down and kissed
his balls. He moaned and touched her shoulders. This seemed to encourage
her. She grabbed his cock and gently pushed back its foreskin, exposing
the shiny head, which she licked once with her tongue, gently,
self-consciously. He cried out in pleasure. She looked up at him to watch
the expression on his face. Now she started licking him all over, wetting
his cock completely with her spit. Vasu looked heavenwards and muttered
some vague things. She licked greedily, her head bobbing up and down
gently with the movements of her tongue. She stopped licking his cock and
looked up at him as she held it in her hand. His cock was now hard like an
iron rod. It was a long time since she had felt in her hand an erect cock,
or any manner of cock for that matter, and she felt thrilled. She looked
at it and wondered about the power that was stored in it. She could feel
it, as if it was an electric current running through a wire. She looked
into his eyes as she started stroking his cock vigorously. Then, holding
his manhood with both her hands, she parted her lips and slowly started
taking it into her mouth. Vasu suddenly felt weak at his knees and he
clutched at her shoulders for support. She could not take his cock in to
the hilt. It was simply too large for that. But she took in as much of it
that she comfortably could, then, tossing back her head, she slowly let it
slide out of her mouth, but not completely. Throwing her head forward, she
once again let his cock glide into her mouth. This process went on for a
while, her head bobbing up and down gently all the time. Then the old man
decided to take it over from her. He asked her to raise her arms. He
caught hold of her wrists and lifted them up, making her hold her arms
straight up. Clutching her wrists tightly for support and also for
controlling the position of her head, he started moving his pelvis back and
forth, back and forth. She kept her head steady and let him gently fuck
her mouth. Back and forth, back and forth. He went on like this for I
don't how long. It seemed like this night was never going to end. "Ah!"
moaned the old man. He was liking it, the sensation of her warm lips
around his cock. He shut his eyes and concentrated on the tickling
sensation of her lips rubbing against his large cock and how, inside her
mouth, her restless tongue was continuously playing with his manhood. The
whole universe must have gone blank for him. The whole universe, except
for his cock and her mouth. His cock and her mouth. Oh, how he was
massaging his cock with her lips. She too shut her eyes and let him fuck
her mouth. Seeing that both of them had shut their eyes, I shifted my
forearm to the side to have a better view at the things. My god! What a
sight! What a fuck! It lasted a good five minutes. Or more. "Madi,
Sunandini," he said finally. He gently withdrew his cock from her mouth.
He was tired. He sat down on the cot. She too stood up, her weighty tits
swinging, the clips attached to her nipples still intact. He looked at her
tiredly. He said slowly, "I want to see your chandi again." She looked at
him, that teasing smile returning to her lips. She started to turn around.
"No," he told her, "come on the cot." So she climbed upon the cot. "Stand
on all fours," Vasu instructed her . She gave him a knowing look. Then
she first turned her back to him. Eying him with the corner of her eye,
she touched the clips and asked, "Shall I remove these?" "No, let them be."
Then, placing her ankles on both sides of the old man, she slowly raised
herself on all fours. This brought her large, well-rounded chandi close to
his face, so close that he could probably feel its warmth on his cheeks.
He placed his palms on her arse and looked at her.