19-06-2019, 09:36 AM
Chapter 22
Uncle Shyam's Training
I was amazed at how far my mom had come from being a shy, loyal, conservative housewife to a horny, submissive slut. True, she was being controlled by a perverted old man. But even a blind man could see that something inside her was stirring and she too was enjoying the perversions that she was being subjected to.
When she went inside the bathroom, I could hear faint sounds of moaning inside alongwith the trickling sounds of the shower. She was probably fingering her excited, mature pussy after having such an intense session with the milkman. I knew she longed for a fuck, especially after some of the intense orgarsms that she had thanks to the milkman's finger-fucking. If the young low-class man wanted to, he could've easily fucked her. I knew my mom wouldn't protest, given that she was enjoying his thick, manly cock inside her mouth so much so that she allowed him to cum all over her, and even drank some of it like a professional whore. But I guess he was afraid of me showing up at the wrong time. Nonetheless, now that he had opened up this little channel with her, there is no doubt that there would be more sessions coming up every morning. And I would get a lot of opprotunities to masturbate on my mom's private sex shows!
After nearly an hour, my mom exited the bathroom, not knowing that I was sitting inside the living room waiting for her to come out. As soon as she stepped out, my eyes almost popped out of their socket. My mother was there, naked and dripping wet thanks to the shower. She was not even wearing a towel! Her amazing tits were like two big melons proudly protruding from her chest and beads of water trickling from the edge of her stiff, gbang-like nipples. Her pink pussy lips were wet as well and somewhat swollen, probably because of the brutal fingering that had been going on since morning. I was getting an instant hard once again, just by looking at her gorgeous face and attractive figure.
Suddenly my mom looked in my direction and was shocked to see me staring at her. She immediately covered her thick coconuts with one arm and with the other she covered her juicy twat, in embarrasment. "Babu, tui ki korchis ato sokale" ("Babu, what are you doing so early"), she cried.
Her sudden cry jerked me back to reality and I was about to say something, before she interrupted, "Dara ami aschi." ("Wait I'm coming.") Saying that, she rushed inside the dressing room - the same room in which she and the milkman had recently had their erotic session - and locked the door from the inside. I could hear some shuffling noises from inside. She was probably trying to get the place in order so that I don't come in unexpectedly and find something suspicious. Oh my mom is so naive! It almost made me laugh.
After a few minutes, she came out of the room dressed in her usual red silk nightgown that she wears at home - without inners - and asked me in a worried tone, "Tui kokhon uthechis re ghum theke" ("When did you wake up")
"Ami Ei 5-7 minute age." ("Me Just 5-7mins ago."), I lied. My mom breathed a sigh of relief. Then I decided to have some perverted fun. "Acha, doodhwala aaj eschilo" ("Did the milkman show up today")
My mom immediately went red and I saw her gulping. "Uhh...Hain e-eschilo toh. Tor kotha jigesh o korchilo. T-Ta tui chinta korish na, ami sokale uthe sob byabostha thikthak moton kore niechi." ("Uhh...yeah, h-he was here. He even asked about you. B-But you don't have to worry, I woke up early this morning and took care of everything.").
I could see that she was stuttering, so I decided to push the envelope. "Oh acha. Toh or sob doodh nie niecho toh" ("Oh alright. So you've taken all his milk, yes") I purposely made the question more probing, but my mom was too innocent to understand the hidden double-meaning.
"Na shob doodh nite jabo keno O sobsomoy jotota dey tototai niechi." ("No, why would take all his milk I've taken the amount that he always gives."), she replied innocently. I giggled at her naivety.
A few hours later, our temporary servant Haria showed up for work and as usual he was passing lewd but fleeting stares at my mom. She was sitting on the sofa watching T.V. - she was shifting quite a lot because of her sore rosebud - totally oblivious of her low-class servant's dirty gazes. His eyes were constantly drifting over her gigantic hemispheres, which were expectedly streching against the thin fabric of her nightgown and he was licking his lips while eyeballing her nipples that were almost poking out like two small, delicious gbangs. Even when she's fully covered, the sight of her can make any cock rock hard.
While this was happening, I suddenly heard my cell-phone ringing in my bedroom. Wondering who it was, I quickly climbed the stairs to my room and then I saw that the call was from an unknown number. I picked it up and said, "Hello Ke bolchen" ("Hello Who is this")
"Bunty! Kemon achis" ("Bunty! How are you") As soon as I heard the coarse voice of the man who was on the other line, my heart skipped a beat. It was Shyam Uncle!
"Kire amra pasha-pashi thaki. Ekbar dekha kore jete paris toh toder parar ei buro jethar sathe." ("We stay so close to each other. Yet you still can't find the time to meet this old neighbor uncle of yours.")
I was terrified. My throat was dry and I was starting to sweat. Uncle Shyam had seen me watching him dominate my mom in the master bedroom. He knew my secret. So why is he calling Is he going to threaten me Is he going to tell my mom that I was watching her while she was engaged in illicit activities with this uncle That would be disastrous! My voyeuristic days would be over.
I was shaken, and so slowly and timidly I said, "N-Na asole ami kota din ektu k-kaje byasto chilam tai dekha korte aste parini." ("N-No, actually I was busy with w-work so I couldn't come.")
"Hahahaha!! Arey kono byapar nei. Ta aaj byasto nei toh" ("Hahahahah! No problem. So, are you busy today")
I was fumbling for answers, "Er...na, serom ekta na." ("Er...No, not too much.")
"Darun!" ("Good!"), he yelled excitedly, "Amar barite chole esho tahle." ("Come to my house then.")
I was shocked. "Keno" ("Why"), I asked.
"Arey 'keno' abar ki Aste bollam bole!" ("What do you mean by 'why' I want you to come, that's why!") I was scared by his reaction. His voice seemed more dominating now, like the time when he was controlling my mother.
I was afraid to respond. Seeing that, he lowered his tone somewhat and said, "Arey tomar jnoo ami amar canteen theke ekta Royal Stag enechi. Dujone mile dupure khabo aar jomie adda debo. Chole esho taratari." ("I've brought a bottle of Royal Stag whiskey for you. We'll both have it together and have a wonderful time. Come quickly.")
"Uh....kintu ma toh..." ("Uh...but mom...")
Uncle Shyam's Training
I was amazed at how far my mom had come from being a shy, loyal, conservative housewife to a horny, submissive slut. True, she was being controlled by a perverted old man. But even a blind man could see that something inside her was stirring and she too was enjoying the perversions that she was being subjected to.
When she went inside the bathroom, I could hear faint sounds of moaning inside alongwith the trickling sounds of the shower. She was probably fingering her excited, mature pussy after having such an intense session with the milkman. I knew she longed for a fuck, especially after some of the intense orgarsms that she had thanks to the milkman's finger-fucking. If the young low-class man wanted to, he could've easily fucked her. I knew my mom wouldn't protest, given that she was enjoying his thick, manly cock inside her mouth so much so that she allowed him to cum all over her, and even drank some of it like a professional whore. But I guess he was afraid of me showing up at the wrong time. Nonetheless, now that he had opened up this little channel with her, there is no doubt that there would be more sessions coming up every morning. And I would get a lot of opprotunities to masturbate on my mom's private sex shows!
After nearly an hour, my mom exited the bathroom, not knowing that I was sitting inside the living room waiting for her to come out. As soon as she stepped out, my eyes almost popped out of their socket. My mother was there, naked and dripping wet thanks to the shower. She was not even wearing a towel! Her amazing tits were like two big melons proudly protruding from her chest and beads of water trickling from the edge of her stiff, gbang-like nipples. Her pink pussy lips were wet as well and somewhat swollen, probably because of the brutal fingering that had been going on since morning. I was getting an instant hard once again, just by looking at her gorgeous face and attractive figure.
Suddenly my mom looked in my direction and was shocked to see me staring at her. She immediately covered her thick coconuts with one arm and with the other she covered her juicy twat, in embarrasment. "Babu, tui ki korchis ato sokale" ("Babu, what are you doing so early"), she cried.
Her sudden cry jerked me back to reality and I was about to say something, before she interrupted, "Dara ami aschi." ("Wait I'm coming.") Saying that, she rushed inside the dressing room - the same room in which she and the milkman had recently had their erotic session - and locked the door from the inside. I could hear some shuffling noises from inside. She was probably trying to get the place in order so that I don't come in unexpectedly and find something suspicious. Oh my mom is so naive! It almost made me laugh.
After a few minutes, she came out of the room dressed in her usual red silk nightgown that she wears at home - without inners - and asked me in a worried tone, "Tui kokhon uthechis re ghum theke" ("When did you wake up")
"Ami Ei 5-7 minute age." ("Me Just 5-7mins ago."), I lied. My mom breathed a sigh of relief. Then I decided to have some perverted fun. "Acha, doodhwala aaj eschilo" ("Did the milkman show up today")
My mom immediately went red and I saw her gulping. "Uhh...Hain e-eschilo toh. Tor kotha jigesh o korchilo. T-Ta tui chinta korish na, ami sokale uthe sob byabostha thikthak moton kore niechi." ("Uhh...yeah, h-he was here. He even asked about you. B-But you don't have to worry, I woke up early this morning and took care of everything.").
I could see that she was stuttering, so I decided to push the envelope. "Oh acha. Toh or sob doodh nie niecho toh" ("Oh alright. So you've taken all his milk, yes") I purposely made the question more probing, but my mom was too innocent to understand the hidden double-meaning.
"Na shob doodh nite jabo keno O sobsomoy jotota dey tototai niechi." ("No, why would take all his milk I've taken the amount that he always gives."), she replied innocently. I giggled at her naivety.
A few hours later, our temporary servant Haria showed up for work and as usual he was passing lewd but fleeting stares at my mom. She was sitting on the sofa watching T.V. - she was shifting quite a lot because of her sore rosebud - totally oblivious of her low-class servant's dirty gazes. His eyes were constantly drifting over her gigantic hemispheres, which were expectedly streching against the thin fabric of her nightgown and he was licking his lips while eyeballing her nipples that were almost poking out like two small, delicious gbangs. Even when she's fully covered, the sight of her can make any cock rock hard.
While this was happening, I suddenly heard my cell-phone ringing in my bedroom. Wondering who it was, I quickly climbed the stairs to my room and then I saw that the call was from an unknown number. I picked it up and said, "Hello Ke bolchen" ("Hello Who is this")
"Bunty! Kemon achis" ("Bunty! How are you") As soon as I heard the coarse voice of the man who was on the other line, my heart skipped a beat. It was Shyam Uncle!
"Kire amra pasha-pashi thaki. Ekbar dekha kore jete paris toh toder parar ei buro jethar sathe." ("We stay so close to each other. Yet you still can't find the time to meet this old neighbor uncle of yours.")
I was terrified. My throat was dry and I was starting to sweat. Uncle Shyam had seen me watching him dominate my mom in the master bedroom. He knew my secret. So why is he calling Is he going to threaten me Is he going to tell my mom that I was watching her while she was engaged in illicit activities with this uncle That would be disastrous! My voyeuristic days would be over.
I was shaken, and so slowly and timidly I said, "N-Na asole ami kota din ektu k-kaje byasto chilam tai dekha korte aste parini." ("N-No, actually I was busy with w-work so I couldn't come.")
"Hahahaha!! Arey kono byapar nei. Ta aaj byasto nei toh" ("Hahahahah! No problem. So, are you busy today")
I was fumbling for answers, "Er...na, serom ekta na." ("Er...No, not too much.")
"Darun!" ("Good!"), he yelled excitedly, "Amar barite chole esho tahle." ("Come to my house then.")
I was shocked. "Keno" ("Why"), I asked.
"Arey 'keno' abar ki Aste bollam bole!" ("What do you mean by 'why' I want you to come, that's why!") I was scared by his reaction. His voice seemed more dominating now, like the time when he was controlling my mother.
I was afraid to respond. Seeing that, he lowered his tone somewhat and said, "Arey tomar jnoo ami amar canteen theke ekta Royal Stag enechi. Dujone mile dupure khabo aar jomie adda debo. Chole esho taratari." ("I've brought a bottle of Royal Stag whiskey for you. We'll both have it together and have a wonderful time. Come quickly.")
"Uh....kintu ma toh..." ("Uh...but mom...")
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