Adultery My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners by debt_is_paid

[usaiha2]

Chapter 24

 
The Plan with Shyam Uncle
While coming back from Uncle Shyam's house, I was feeling a bit tired because of the amount of cum I spewed. But the at the same time, I felt a little guilty about sharing my thoughts with the old pervert.
 
"O jodi Ma ke boledile ki hobe Ar jodi parae r keu jene jae! Ki hobe tahle" ("What will happen if he tells mom And what if he tells somebody in the neighborhood! What'll happen then") These thoughts were marching in and out of my head. My dick was sore from all the stroking, but my mind also drifted to the hot, arousing chat I had with the old neighbor. How he forced me to say those dirty things about my mature, innocent mother. How he forced me to vividly describe my mom's full mammaries and plump, chubby ass to him. How much I wanted him to fuck my mom in front of me! "Hain! Amar k-khanki ma er rosalo mai...b-bishal torbuj er moton boro! M-Mota ebong tholthole pacha amar khanki ma er. P-Prochondo dole amar ma er pacha. Unghhh!! Jore Jore maro amar khanki ma ke! Ufff banie felun amar shada-shidha ma ke rendi!" ("Yes! My slutty mom's juicy mammies....as b-big as water-melons! Phat and bouncy ass-cheeks! Her buttocks sway a lot when she moves! Unghhhh!! Spank my slut mom hard! Ufff!!! Turn my sweet innocent mother into a whore!")
 
My thoughts were suddenly broken when I heard Kakababu's (the tailor) voice as I exited the building. "Ki re, Bunty, kothae jachis bhor dupure" ("Hey, Bunty, where you going this afternoon")
 
My thoughts again drifted to the encounter that me and my mom had in their shop and I felt a tinge in my stomach. "Uhhh...Ei bari firchilam go." ("Uhhh...I was just returning home.")
 
"Oh.,...Ma kemon ache" ("Oh.....How's your mother") I thought I saw his yellow, unpolished teeth appear as a light grin, between his thick white bearded mouth, as soon as he mentioned my mom.
 
I knew what this bastard was angling at, but I didn't want to encourage him for some reason. Maybe because I was a little tense after what happened with Uncle Shyam. "Ma bhalo ache go, Kakababu." ("Mom is doing well, Kakababu.")
 
"Asole sedin Shikha eto tarahuro kore beriye gelo. Petticoat er maap tao thik-moton nite dilo na. Ami bhablam hoyto amar kotha shune or kharap legeche. Oke bolis o toh amar meyer moton. Baba'r boyeshi loker sathe raag korte nei. Ami toh or sathe moja korchilum." ("Actually that day Shikha left in such a hurry. I wasn't even able to take proper measurements of her petticoat. I thought she was angry at me for what I said. Tell her, she's like my daughter. She shouldn't be so mad at someone as old as me. I was just kidding with her.") All the while his lecherous grin did not leave his foul lips.
 
"Na na ma raag korbe keno Acha tobuo bolbo." ("No no, why would she be mad Okay, I'll tell her"), I said, getting impatient. "Ebar choli." (I'll go now.")
 
I was about to leave when he made another embarrasing comment. "Shikha ke bolis abar aste. Petticoat er maap ta nite hobe, aar blouse tao prae banano hoegeche." ("Tell Shikha to come again. I have to take measurements of her petticoat and even the blouse is almost ready.") Although the street was nearly empty because of the hot summer afternoons, there were still a few rickshawalas passing by who heard the comment and glanced back at me. I was feeling a bit ashamed, but I was also starting to regain my height of eroticism.
 
When I reached home, while walking up the stairs I was feeling hungry. I wanted to call out my mom, but I heard the shower running. My mind was occupied with the thoughts of what had happened throughout the day and as soon as I reached the second floor, my jaw dropped!
 
There he was! Haria was buck-naked from waist down and was peeping through a small crack at the corner of the bathroom door! I quickly hid myself at an angle from the staircase and started watching the scene unfold. He was holding the thickest, nearly 7-inch tall, huge manhood in his hand and stroking it slowly as he probably watched my mother bathing. I couldn't believe his guts! He must've thought I was still away and wasn't gonna come back until evening.
 
Now, I've seen my mom bathing before and trust me, it's a major turn on. The way the water splashes on her heaving boobs and then trickles down her perky nipples onto the floor, can turn the best pornstars to shame. Her curvaceous body slapping against the water and my mom kneading her 36DD breasts underneath that shower can make any old man hard. The hottest thing happens when she soaps her beautiful, plump ass. Her huge bubble buttocks covered in soap lather, slipping between her ass-cheeks and invading her butt-crack. It almost looks as though someone spurted a generous amount of their man-jizz on her buns and now it's trying to escape inside her attractive butt-hole.
 
I knew what this low-class servant was thinking. I could see tiny drops of precum oozing from the tip of his rock-hard baby-maker. He was sweating profusely and licking his lips like the street-dog that he is. He might have seen a lot of women from the slums that he comes from. But I knew for sure that he had never seen a mature, high-class, busty married woman bathing in the supposed safety of her bathroom, unaware that her dignity was being destroyed by this peeping lowborne pervert.
 
I was getting turned on again from the sight of this. Then I suddenly heard the sound of the shower stop running and Haria immediately tuck his cock back in, with a disappointed look on his ugly face. He tiptoed to the kitchen as soon as my mom walked out wearing a towel. His head was low, but his eyes roamed hungrily all over my mom's wet, towel-covered body. As soon as my mom noticed his staring, she quickly moved inside the dressing room and shut the door.
 
Now, even I felt disappointed. I wanted Haria to be a man for once and take advantage of this opportunity, especially since he felt I was not at home. I wanted him to pull that towel away from my homely, mature mother and take her right there on the floor! But alas, my wish was not to be fulfilled that day!
 
The rest of the day went by uneventfully and I was beginning to wonder what Uncle Shyam wanted to hand me tomorrow. Just when I was thinking about it, I received a text. I checked it and it was indeed from Shyam Uncle!
 
Tharki Buro: "Kire kalker ktha mne a6e toh" ("Do you remember what we are going to do tomorrow")
Me: "Hain. Mne a6e. Tumi ekta kichu debe toh amae" ("Yes. I remember. U r gonna giv me sumthing")
Tharki Buro: "Thik. Kal sokale amar bari eshe nie jaash, jokhon amar bessa snan e thakbe." ("Right. Take it from me tomorrow morning, when ur mom is bathing.")
Me: "Kintu jinish ta ki" ("But what is it")
Tharki Buro: "Emon ekta jinish jeta diye tui tor ma ke amar kache chudte dekhte parbi....dhora poraro bhoye thakbe na." ("Something which will help u watch me fuck ur mommy....without the fear of getting caught.")
Me: "Ohhh darun!!! Thikache, kal tahle dekha hoche."
Tharki Buro: "Nischoe!!"
 
I now had a clue what he was talking about. Things were going to get interesting.