19-06-2019, 04:17 PM
Chapter 38
Trip to car mechanic
That night I couldnt sleep properly. Vivid images of Uncle Bapi jerking off to my revealing chat with his driver about my hot, homely, mature mother, was flashing across my mind. I woke up the next morning feeling tired and horny.
When I came downstairs to the living room, I saw my mom serving tea to my uncle, who was sitting on the single-sofa. She was wearing a black colored casual silk nighty, the same kind she wore at home a sleeveless dress that fit tightly around her luscious figure and showed off her chubby creamy white arms. Same as she was in her own house, she was wearing neither a bra nor panties. As a result, her taut milk tanks were tightly held against the material with her tiny gbang-like nipples visibly pointed towards the front and the curve of her ass jut out lewdly, stretching against the fabric of the material. I was looking at her alluring visage while simultaneously keeping an eye on my uncles presumably roving eyes. After last night I was a bit cautious of his actions. But, after watching him for a while, I was surprised to see that he seemed least interested in ogling his mature, attractive sister or taking a stab at me for what he had heard on the tape last night. Instead, he was very casual, as if nothing had happened last night. I assumed he wasnt the kind of person who had an interest in having sex. Instead, he was the kind of guy who liked to watch people having sex, especially if she was a family member. Being an incest cuckold is one of the hottest fantasies that Ive had and Ive seen fulfilled in front of my eyes. And now, this perverted uncle of mine, and the brother of my mom, wants to experience the same. That being said, I pondered over what plans he might have had for bringing me and my mom here. Surely, it wasnt because he felt sick.
I would get my answer soon enough!
It was around mid-day. My mom was helping Karim Chacha in the kitchen, while my uncle was watching the news on television. Bahadur came in at around the same time. He was looking like a hooligan! His large bulky frame was dressed in a dirty old floral yellow shirt with the top two buttons ripped off, revealing his dark hairy chest. Beneath, he was wearing a shoddy black pair of trousers. But that wasnt even the worst part. He was drenched in sweat and oil and grease, making him look incredibly dirty. Buri khabar, malik. (Bad news, sir.), he spoke with his head held low, Hum subah se gadi repair karat hain, par usme kuch bohot hi gambhir kharabi awat hain. Khatara awaaz karat hain jabbhi chalat hain. Humko lagat hain ki ise mechanic ke paas leke jana howat. (Im trying to repair the car since morning, but it seems there are some major problems with it. Its making a weird noise while driving. I think we need to take it to the mechanic.).
Uncle Bapi took a few seconds to ponder over what his driver had just said and then replied, Acha, tahle niye ja mechanic er kache. Kintu amar sorrier ja obostha, ami hoyto jete parbo na. Ekta kaj koro. Shikha! (Alright then, take it to the mechanic. But Im way too worn out to come with you. Do one thing. Shikha!). The moment he called my mother, I was frozen stiff.
No sooner, she came into the living room and asked her brother what was going on. She was still wearing that same body-hugging tight nightgown and I saw Bahadurs eyes light up as soon as he saw her. His eyes almost bulged out of his socket and licked his sweaty lips with desire. However, as soon as my mom laid eyes on him, she frowned at the sight of this disgustingly dirty man in shoddy clothes. Shikha, tui ekta kaj korte parbi Gari ta thikmoton kaaj korche na, tai Bahadur oitake garage e mechanic er kache niye jache. Tui ektu or songe jete parbi, Uncle Bapi suggested. (Shikha, can you do me a favor The car is not working properly. Can you accompany Bahadur to the garage, so that the mechanic can fix it.).
My mom was shocked to hear that. Ki bolchis Amar koto kaaj ache ghore. Amae keno jete hobe (What are you saying I have so much work in the house Why do I have to go).
Uncle Bapi was clearly uncomfortable to say the reason in front of his driver, so he escorted my mom to the nearby study, so that they could speak in private. Of course, I followed them as well and stood outside the door to hear their conversation.
My mother was furious. Tui ki pagol hoechis! Amae keno or sathe pathachis Ami ki eishob korte tor barite eschi naki Tor gari theek korate (Are you crazy! Why are you sending me off with him Did I come to your house for this To fix your car).
But Uncle Bapi was as calm and cunning as ever. Arey dhur, tui bujhchis na keno Toke gari theek korte ke boleche Toke khali bolchi or sathe jete, jate o taka poishar kono gondogol na kore. Ami parle toh nijei jetam. Kintu upae ki ache (Why the hell can you not understand Did I ever tell you to fix my car I simply told you to accompany the driver to the garage, so that he doesnt get a chance to charge extra and embezzle money from me. If I could, then I would go in your place. But what choice do I have), he feigned a heavy voice to indicate he was getting emotional, Aaj jodi ami shustho thaktam tahle ki aar toke boltam (If I were healthy now, would I ask you to go)
My mother immediately felt shameful and lightly patted and hugged her brother to console him. Bhul hoegeche re bhai. Khoma kore de. Kintu tui bujhchis na, amar or sathe eka jete bhoy laage. (Sorry, little brother. Forgive me. But you have to understand, I am afraid to go alone with him.)
Trip to car mechanic
That night I couldnt sleep properly. Vivid images of Uncle Bapi jerking off to my revealing chat with his driver about my hot, homely, mature mother, was flashing across my mind. I woke up the next morning feeling tired and horny.
When I came downstairs to the living room, I saw my mom serving tea to my uncle, who was sitting on the single-sofa. She was wearing a black colored casual silk nighty, the same kind she wore at home a sleeveless dress that fit tightly around her luscious figure and showed off her chubby creamy white arms. Same as she was in her own house, she was wearing neither a bra nor panties. As a result, her taut milk tanks were tightly held against the material with her tiny gbang-like nipples visibly pointed towards the front and the curve of her ass jut out lewdly, stretching against the fabric of the material. I was looking at her alluring visage while simultaneously keeping an eye on my uncles presumably roving eyes. After last night I was a bit cautious of his actions. But, after watching him for a while, I was surprised to see that he seemed least interested in ogling his mature, attractive sister or taking a stab at me for what he had heard on the tape last night. Instead, he was very casual, as if nothing had happened last night. I assumed he wasnt the kind of person who had an interest in having sex. Instead, he was the kind of guy who liked to watch people having sex, especially if she was a family member. Being an incest cuckold is one of the hottest fantasies that Ive had and Ive seen fulfilled in front of my eyes. And now, this perverted uncle of mine, and the brother of my mom, wants to experience the same. That being said, I pondered over what plans he might have had for bringing me and my mom here. Surely, it wasnt because he felt sick.
I would get my answer soon enough!
It was around mid-day. My mom was helping Karim Chacha in the kitchen, while my uncle was watching the news on television. Bahadur came in at around the same time. He was looking like a hooligan! His large bulky frame was dressed in a dirty old floral yellow shirt with the top two buttons ripped off, revealing his dark hairy chest. Beneath, he was wearing a shoddy black pair of trousers. But that wasnt even the worst part. He was drenched in sweat and oil and grease, making him look incredibly dirty. Buri khabar, malik. (Bad news, sir.), he spoke with his head held low, Hum subah se gadi repair karat hain, par usme kuch bohot hi gambhir kharabi awat hain. Khatara awaaz karat hain jabbhi chalat hain. Humko lagat hain ki ise mechanic ke paas leke jana howat. (Im trying to repair the car since morning, but it seems there are some major problems with it. Its making a weird noise while driving. I think we need to take it to the mechanic.).
Uncle Bapi took a few seconds to ponder over what his driver had just said and then replied, Acha, tahle niye ja mechanic er kache. Kintu amar sorrier ja obostha, ami hoyto jete parbo na. Ekta kaj koro. Shikha! (Alright then, take it to the mechanic. But Im way too worn out to come with you. Do one thing. Shikha!). The moment he called my mother, I was frozen stiff.
No sooner, she came into the living room and asked her brother what was going on. She was still wearing that same body-hugging tight nightgown and I saw Bahadurs eyes light up as soon as he saw her. His eyes almost bulged out of his socket and licked his sweaty lips with desire. However, as soon as my mom laid eyes on him, she frowned at the sight of this disgustingly dirty man in shoddy clothes. Shikha, tui ekta kaj korte parbi Gari ta thikmoton kaaj korche na, tai Bahadur oitake garage e mechanic er kache niye jache. Tui ektu or songe jete parbi, Uncle Bapi suggested. (Shikha, can you do me a favor The car is not working properly. Can you accompany Bahadur to the garage, so that the mechanic can fix it.).
My mom was shocked to hear that. Ki bolchis Amar koto kaaj ache ghore. Amae keno jete hobe (What are you saying I have so much work in the house Why do I have to go).
Uncle Bapi was clearly uncomfortable to say the reason in front of his driver, so he escorted my mom to the nearby study, so that they could speak in private. Of course, I followed them as well and stood outside the door to hear their conversation.
My mother was furious. Tui ki pagol hoechis! Amae keno or sathe pathachis Ami ki eishob korte tor barite eschi naki Tor gari theek korate (Are you crazy! Why are you sending me off with him Did I come to your house for this To fix your car).
But Uncle Bapi was as calm and cunning as ever. Arey dhur, tui bujhchis na keno Toke gari theek korte ke boleche Toke khali bolchi or sathe jete, jate o taka poishar kono gondogol na kore. Ami parle toh nijei jetam. Kintu upae ki ache (Why the hell can you not understand Did I ever tell you to fix my car I simply told you to accompany the driver to the garage, so that he doesnt get a chance to charge extra and embezzle money from me. If I could, then I would go in your place. But what choice do I have), he feigned a heavy voice to indicate he was getting emotional, Aaj jodi ami shustho thaktam tahle ki aar toke boltam (If I were healthy now, would I ask you to go)
My mother immediately felt shameful and lightly patted and hugged her brother to console him. Bhul hoegeche re bhai. Khoma kore de. Kintu tui bujhchis na, amar or sathe eka jete bhoy laage. (Sorry, little brother. Forgive me. But you have to understand, I am afraid to go alone with him.)
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