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Me: Surprise test? Aur tu khelne gaya tha? Why did you not study coming back from school?

Ram: Maa... wo chapter mujhe kuch samajh nehi aaya... so I thought pehle Sir aaye... then padh lunga!

Me: Par... reading to do-teen-bar mar sakta tha instead of playing outside... uff! This boy naa... he is not at all serious about his studies!

Chacha-ji: Oho Beti... you cool down and don’t worry... his tuitiuon teacher is there naa... mai hoon naa!

Me (getting some comfort): Without to thik hai.... par Chacha-ji.... Ram ko bhi to serious hona hai...

Chacha-ji: He is serious and I know that Beti... tum chaye lao... let me see what test he has tomorrow.

Me: Okay Chacha-ji... and Ram! You better not waste a single second.

Ram: Ji mummy.

Chacha-ji: Baitho Ram... bring your bag... kaun se subject ka test hai?

Me: Biology... Sir.

Chacha-ji: I see... and which chapter?

Ram: Reproductive system.

Chacha-ji: O-k-a-y... so you have a test on reproductive system... so we need to cover both the male and female reproductive systems today. Right?

Ram: Ji Sir.... aur map pointing bhi hai!

Chacha-ji: What? Map pointing? Biology mei?

Ram: Oh! Sorry Sir... I mean... labeling bhi hai... body parts pointing and labeling.

I could easily overhear the whole conversation going between my son and his tuition teacher from the kitchen as I prepared tea.

Chacha-ji: Hmm... since time is pretty short Ram... what we will do is instead of explaining line by line of the whole chapter, we will go through it just point-wise so that you are ready for the test in quick time.

Ram: Mai samjha nehi Sir...

Chacha-ji: What I mean is... we will define the reproductive system, the main organs involved, each organ’s structure and function as well as body part pointing... that will actually cover the chapter! And, this we will do in a unique manner... through a practical class here!

Ram (with a very enthusiastic voice): O Really Sir? Like school lab?

Chacha-ji: Yes, somewhat like that, but not exactly so...

Ram: Sir... in our biology lab there are charts explaining the body parts and organs involved... but we do not have that chart at home....

Chacha-ji: Hmm... good point Ram! There are no charts here... but umm... let me think... umm... if I can generate the chart here for your understanding!

Ram (all the more excited and keen): How Sir? Kaise?

Chacha-ji: Look Ram, the live 3D form in the lab is always more attractive than the bookish 2D forms. Right?

Ram: Bilkul Sir!

Frankly, as I continued to overhear the whole chat and sensing my son’s zeal and interest in his voice towards this practical oriented session that Chacha-ji was talking about, I myself also got interested to know what exactly he was planning. Hence I quickly completed preparing the tea and served it.

Chacha-ji: Par Ram... ek problem hai....

Ram: Wo kya?

Chacha-ji: In this surprise test... you have both the male and the female reproductive system in syllabus... Right?

Ram: Ji Sir.

I had served tea and was sipping my tea and listening to their conversation standing there.

Chacha-ji: Hmm... ab dekho... I myself can easily represent the male system...

Ram: Wah Sir! That will be great!

Chacha-ji: But Ram... I cannot represent the female system naa!

Ram: Oh! Ha... Sir! Without baat to hai.... Then? what to do Sir? Practical class nehi hoga?

Naturally there was a down-sounding tone in my son’s voice. I looked at my son’s face. His spirits looked down as he was excited about a new way of teaching at home. Moments ago his face appeared bright with his keenness, but now he started looking sad.

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Chacha-ji: Then kya? Let’s get back to book.... to the normal method... you read line by line and I will explain to you.

Ram: Oh no!

My son looked really depressed and gloomy. Seeing that I could not keep my mouth shut.

Me: Err... Chacha-ji... I know I should not be intervening... par Ram jo practical class mei utsuk hai.... wo kya nehi ho sakta kisi tarah?

Chacha-ji: Beti... male and female systems dono syllabus mei hai... I cannot act as the female role model naaa...kaise hoga?

Just then Ram almost shouted.

Ram: Eureka! Sir! If mummy helps us... and does the female model? Will that not do Sir?

Me: M-e?

Chacha-ji: Ummm... that’s not a bad idea! Ye to zaroor ho sakta hai if you mom is free.

Ram: M-u-m-m-y! Aap ko to abhi koi kaam nehi hai... Harpal bhi to ro nehi raha hai... aap help karo naa for the practical class. P-l-e-a-s-e Mummy....

It was not possible for me to say “no” to my son’s earnest and intense request and not knowing what to do or what would happen in this biology practical. I just agreed to get involved!

Chacha-ji: Great! Then we can have the practical class going!

Me: Par... I mean.... please excuse me for a minute Chacha-ji... I have to organize the kitchen a bit and also have not yet changed coming from outside....

Chacha-ji: Okay, okay Beti... tum change karke aao... tab tak main basics of this chapter Ram to samjhata hoon...

I went out of the room though was so curious looked back to note that Chacha-ji went to the middle of the room under light and Ram continued to sit on his study table.

Chacha-ji: Since this will be a practical class I will stand here and explain everything. I will have this scale in my hand with which I will indicate the body parts. Okay Ram?

Ram: Ji Sir.

Chacha-ji: You look at me, listen first and then note down the points... Okay?

Ram (visibly enthusiastic): Ji.... ji Sir.

Chacha-ji: The reproductive system is a system by which humans reproduce its own. A specific set of organs are there within the human body which work together for the purpose of reproduction. Clear?

Ram: Ji Sir.

I organized the kitchen and closing the door I quickly opened my kamiz and pajama. The summer heat was evident and my whole body was sweaty. I switched on the fan and stood under it for a few seconds. I was now wearing only my bra and panty and nothing else. I took a dry towel and wiped off the sweat. I even felt sweaty inside my brassiere and hence opened it. In fact I was feeling tight also wearing the bra on my milk-filled taut boobs.

Me: Aaaaaaaahhh....

As the cool breeze of the fan touched my naked boobies I felt great and naturally felt much relieved as I did that. I stretched the edges of my panty as much as possible on my round fleshy ass globes and wore the petticoat first and then the blouse. I checked myself in the mirror and noted that the position of my dark brown big-sized nipples were quite evident under my blouse as I was not wearing any bra. I wrapped my sari and then hurried to the tuition room.

Ram: Sir, mummy aa gayi.

Chacha-ji: Hmm.. good! Beti! You just come and stand beside me... here.... you will not have to do much except as directed by me. Okay?

Me: Ji Chacha-ji.

Chacha-ji: I will act as the male model and will guide Ram about the body parts. You will act as the female model for your son’s understanding of this chapter.

Me: Okay, okay Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Let me get started with the male part first... Ram.. dhyan dena... The male reproductive system yani Purush projanan pranali is located in the pelvic region. Matlab here....(saying that Chacha-ji indicated with his scale towards his crotch)

Obviously it did not look very decent for an elderly person to point the wooden scale onto his penis-area especially in front of me. But for the sake of my son’s study purpose I ignored it.

Chacha-ji: The male reproductive system includes a pair of testes, accessory ducts, accessory glands, and external genitalia.

Ram: Sir... err... par ye testes kidhar rehta hai? .

Chacha-ji: I told you naa... idhar... (he again very indecently indicated his scale onto his crotch)

Naturally I felt somewhat shy and looked away from Chacha-ji.

Chacha-ji: Come here Ram... since this is biology class and we are doing a practical class... you must clearly know... where each organ is!

Ram walked up to Chacha-ji and waited hesitantly. He was looking at Chacha-ji’s crotch. Chacha-ji was wearing a shirt and a pajama. I noted that Chacha-ji now started opening the knot of his pajama!

Me: Err... C-h-a-c-h-a-j-i... what are you doing?

I almost shrieked!

Chacha-ji: Beti... did you not hear Ram mentioning that they have charts in school representing male and female body organs?

Me: Err... yes... wo to hai... par....

Chacha-ji: Now you ask you son whether the figures in the chart wear clothes?

Ram: No Sir... it’s the outline sketch of bodies and parts are labeled...

Chacha-ji: Suna Beti!

Me: Ha... par.. wo to... mera matlab Chacha-ji... pictures hai.... par aap to...

Chacha-ji: Oho Beti... tum bhi naa! Mai kya sare kapde utar raha hoon... just ye pajama... taki Ram ko theek se samajh aye which organ is located where.

I had nothing more to say as Chacha-ji had already dropped his pajama to the floor. He now stood wearing his shirt and underpants! His thick hairy legs remained uncovered and naked. He called Ram near him and then straightway took Ram’s hand and started to make him feel his balls!

Me: C-h-a-c-h-a-j-i!

I could not stop myself from almost a light shout as I noted my son touching my landlord’s genital organ under his underpants!

Chacha-ji: Beti... (he looked at me) this is a biology practical class... yaha sharmane ki koi baat nehi hai... Ram is grownup now and he should know an adult male body! (turning to Ram) Beta Ram... ye hai testes... can you feel it? Ya... right!

I could note Ram’s fingers feeling and pressing Chacha-ji’s hanging balls under his lund.

Chacha-ji: Testes are located outside the abdominal cavity within a pouch called scrotum.

Ram: Okay Sir.

Ram continued to feel and massage my landlord’s swollen hanging balls with his tender fingers over the thin fabric of the underpants!

Ram: yes Sir... I can feel it.

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Chacha-ji: Good. Feel them fully... no problem! Feel them! Feel them!

I was naturally shocked! Afterall Ram was kid in my eyes still! My landlord was encouraging him to touch and massage this 50+ man’s balls over his underpants!

Should... should I object to this vulgarity?

But... but as Chacha-ji said, this was a biology practical session and my son probably need to know this in order to grasp the subject. I refrained from reacting and remained quiet as frankly I did not want to create a scene in front of my teenager son.

Chacha-ji: Are dar mat Ram! Thik se pakad naa!

Ram: Ha Sir... ha Sir... they are... they are like two soft balls hanging inside your underpants...

Chacha-ji: He he he... Right! Gently squeeze them... (Ram followed his tuition teacher’s instruction) Aaahhh....... right! Aaaaaaah.... bahut acche!

What was Chacha-ji doing? He was making my son knead his balls! And... and he was enjoying that! I noted that Chacha-ji had closed his eyes momentarily feeling Ram’s fingers on his testes. I was feeling extremely tight and uncomfortable, but thankfully this vulgarity did not went on any further.

Chacha-ji: Ram... you should note that these are the internal genitalia... apart from that there is the external genitalia, which is the ???


Ram looked questionably at his teacher. He had taken his hand off his tuition teacher’s crotch.

Chacha-ji: Don’t leave it... hold it!

Ram immediately obeyed his teacher’s instruction and held Chacha-ji’s gonads over his underpants. I was naturally not getting amused at my landlord’s behavior, in fact was getting irritated at his indecent approach.

What sort of biology practical was this where the student holds the teacher’s balls!

Chacha-ji: Yess... like that... now answer my question – which is the external genitalia?

Ram looked confused.

Chacha-ji: If you are not getting it... ask you mummy... she surely knows it!

Ram: Mummy... purush ka external genitalia kaun sa hai?

I obviously was not ready to answer and especially a biology question!

Me: M-e? Err... mera matlab... beta mujhe kaha se pata hoga! I do not know anything about biology!

Ram looked back at Chacha-ji who was smiling.

Chacha-ji: Are Beti... ye to common sense hai... Purush ka jaunang kaun sa hai?

I was obviously not prepared for such questions and started breathing heavier and felt nervous. I was not wearing a bra under my blouse and as I shuffled in my shyness, naturally my big and heavy mammaries moved unrestrictedly inside my blouse and jiggled under my sari in a sexy way. And, since both Ram and Chacha-ji were looking at me only, I was absolutely sure that they did not miss my tempting and sexy boob movement under my dress!

Obviously I knew the answer and I had to answer it!

Me: Err... lu... lun... (I was trying to search the English term and finally got it).. err... I mean pe... penis.

Chacha-ji: Absolutely correct Beti! So see Ram... its not that your mummy does not know it... she also knows it!

Ram: Yes mummy... aap bhi participate karo na! That will make the practical class more interesting!

Me: Ye... yes..... Hmm... I mean Beta ... participating naa!

I tried my best to hide my uncomfortableness before my son.

Chacha-ji: So Ram... penis the male external genitalia, which hang outside our body... here... touch it...

Saying that Chacha-ji guided Ram’s hand onto his dick! Yes straight onto his dick!

I was almost about to screech, but somehow controlled it. I could clearly note that my landlord’s dick was raising its head inside his underpants as my son held it in his palm.

Chacha-ji: Yes... feel it Beta.... and then try to describe the male external genitalia.

I was just stunned seeing Chacha-ji’s style of teaching.

Ram: Yes Sir... it’s err... it’s like a long shaft... chemotherapy... cylindrical in shape... and just feels like a umm... a banana....

Chacha-ji: Hmm... right! The human penis is the male external reproductive organ.

Chacha-ji: Ram.. you must also note that penis is a reproductive organ which additionally serves as the urinal duct. Every male has a penis and you also have one... but I did not demonstrate your penis because you are not adult yet. Okay?

Ram: Okay Sir.

Chacha-ji: The main parts of a penis are shaft, foreskin, glans and meatus.

Ram: Okay Sir... I will note that.

Chacha-ji: Are Beta ... itna kaske mat pakadd mere lund ko... thoda dheel de! Nehi to abhi khada ho jayega! He he he....

Ram naturally felt embarrassed and looked foolishly at his tuition teacher relaxing his grip. I also smiled and blushed at Chacha-ji comment realizing my son’s innocence to comprehend that constant holding and pressing a man’s dick would make it erect.

Chacha-ji: So that’s all about the male reproductive system.

Ram (removing his hand off Chacha-ji’s lund): Okay Sir... now we will do the female reproductive system?

Chacha-ji: Yes Beta.... Located in the pelvic region of a female, the female reproductive system includes a pair of ovaries, oviduct, uterus, cervix, and vagina. See the picture in the book... you will find all labeled in the diagram.

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Ram (picking up the book): Ye... yes Sir.... its... its there.... ovaries, oviduct, uterus, cervix, and vagina.

Chacha-ji: Okay Ram... now you turn your attention from me towards you mom.

I was naturally feeling a bit tight. Chacha-ji and Ram both stepped forward towards me. Chacha-ji had the wooden scale in his hand. And coming with a couple of feet he straightway indicated with his scale towards my pelvic area over my sari!

Chacha-ji: Ram... note very carefully... that’s where the female reproductive organ is located.

So saying he pushed his scale forward and poked over my sari-covered panty!

Me: Aaah...

I controlled my exclamation as my son was present there. I realized that I had to be decent in all my approaches from now on.

Chacha-ji (again nudged the wooden scale on my crotch, in fact exactly over my panty covered choot-hair!): So Ram... ovaries are located in the lower abdomen that produce the female gamete or ovum. Oviducts and vagina constitute the female accessory ducts along with oviduct which is single and is called the womb.

While he babbled the lessons to my son, he constantly poked and pushed the scale over my sari onto my vaginal area. I was naturally feeling extremely shy and a tickled too! I shuffled a bit swaying my heavy bra-less boobs again. Naturally the whole scene in the room was extremely sexy and somewhat offensive too especially as he was doing it in front of my teenager son.

Ram: Sir, can I touch it to see how it feels as I did in your case?

Immediately Chacha-ji looked at me and I also looked at him; we exchanged eye contact and Chacha-ji expressed through his eyes to me to remain patient and not to react. I was certainly nervous. Was Ram deliberately asking that question or was it his natural age-related innocent query? My blind motherly love voted the later and I started feeling better and less anxious.

Chacha-ji: Before that Beta..... can you bring me a glass of water please!

Ram: Yes, yes... sure Sir!

Saying that he ran away to the kitchen and Chacha-ji quickly came towards me. He obviously looked very odd wearing only his shirt and underpants and I could easily notice his dangling cock inside his loose-fitting underpants. And in fact as my son had caressed his lund and balls, his prick was semi-erect too! I was obviously feeling tight at that sight and tried my best to hide that in front of Chacha-ji.

Chacha-ji (whispering): Beti... this is a wonderful opportunity for you to become a darling for your son. He has gone through the porn books... you have breastfed in front of him... he has hugged you a few times... but this biology practical class gives you a golden opportunity to have your son feel your body. Getting me?

Me: Par I mean Chacha-ji... err...... I agree to you... but he has a class test tomorrow.... in no way I want that to be hampered.

Chacha-ji: Beti... did you not note how quickly he was grasping the lesson as I was narrating?

Me: Yes, that’s true... but I mean... Chacha-ji.... err...I am telling you frankly... if you allow him to touch my body... will he not ponder on that only? His class test will...

Chacha-ji: Here you are making the mistake Beti! I will ensure that he makes note in his copy after this practical session... so that will take care of his test... but the touch of your youthful body will remain in his mind... and in the forthcoming days... he will not intrude into other foul thoughts like porn books or other women... that’s where you gain Beti! Understood?

There was no way that I could object after this explanation. So I nodded, but naturally as a woman I was apprehensive.

Me: Err... Chacha-ji... I mean... err... (I had to shed all shyness) .... iss practicall class mei kaha kaha... mera matlab... kaha kaha haat dega Ram mere sharir mei?

Chacha-ji: Beti! Ram tumhe kaha kaha chooyega is not important... you must use this prospect to maximum and allow him to feel your womanly organs... and aisa natural mauka roz roz nehi milega tumhe!

Me: Okay.... okay.

We both were whispering at brisk speed as Ram would be back any moment.

Me: I will do as you direct...

Chacha-ji: Fine...

Ram was back the next moment and handed over the bottle of water to Chacha-ji. He quickly gulped it down.

Chacha-ji: Thanks beta... let us continue with the practical class... you were asking something Ram?

Ram: Yes Sir... since we are doing the female reproductive system now can I touch the organs as we did for the male part?

Chacha-ji: Surely Beta.... its important to know the shape, size and structure of the organ. Mere bookish picture will not do.

Ram: O... okay Sir.


I could well realize that Chacha-ji did not want to restrain in any way my son’s age-related keenness and was trying to use this biology practical class to best effect! And Ram naturally being a growing teenager was keen to touch my 30+ curvy body!

Chacha-ji: As I said here is the main female reproduction organs located.

Saying that he again poked my panty-covered choot area. And Ram did not wait a second and touched my choot area over my sari! He extended his right hand and initially pressed his fingers on my lower abdomen and quickly realizing that he needed to go down further onto my pelvic area, he brushed and slid down his fingers over my sari to my actual pussy area!

I obviously was not at ease and was missing a beat and simultaneously felt heavily shy and embarrassed with my son touching my vaginal area. I shuffled heavily and my big gaand pushed back onto my sari in a sexy manner trying to accommodate the direct touches of my son on my choot!

In spite of being careful enough I could not stop emitting a mild “Aaaaaaaaaaah!” as I felt Ram’s nimble fingers pressing on my panty over my sair.

“Thank God!” I murmured to myself that I was wearing a panty under my sari at that time as most of the time in homely environment I prefer to remain panty-less under my sari, nighty, or housecoat.

Chacha-ji: Yes... here... Right! Can you feel a slit Beta?

Ram: Err... ne... nehi Sir...

Chacha-ji: Thoda aur apni fingers ko stretch karke push karo niche ki taraf...

Ram immediately obeyed that and my condition was pathetic from worse. My whole body automatically appeared like an arch as I pushed my heavy ass outwards to accommodate Ram’s fingers on my choot.

Chacha-ji: Right! Exactly that area Beta.... now you should be able to feel... can you feel now? Something like a camel toe?

Me: Ouch! R-a-m... err... slowly.... Beta!

He was too keen to feel my pussy slit and did not listen to my request and pressed his fingers harder over my sari onto my pussy as he was probably unable to feel my pussy slit over my sari as I wearing a panty inside!

Ram (pressing his middle finger harder on my choot) : Ye... yes Sir... I can feel something here... but am not sure if it’s a lit...

Me: Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.....what are you doing Ram? You idiot! Ouch!

Ram: What happened mom? Did I hurt you?

Me: C-h-a-c-h-a-j-i! Please.... I can’t take it like this!

Chacha-ji: Slowly Ram.... slowly! You must understand that this is a very sensitive area of a woman... you should not probe too much there! And for your information Beta no lady will allow you to touch and inspect her choot openly! Okay? So you must be thankful to you mom that she is very cooperative and wants you to properly gather the biology knowledge...

Ram: Okay Sir..... (looking up at me) thank you mom!

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My face was all red as my son thanked me for allowing him to touch my pussy! I was so, so embarrassed that I could not even smile back. My condition continued to be tight and edgy as my son was still pressing his right hand directly on my pussy over my dress! But I had to ask him to probe gently because he was making me feel extremely excited as he pressed over my choot hair directly with his fingers and was also pushing his finger hard onto my choot door.

Me: Ram... err... I am feeling tickled... you know... so if you press lighter there.... it would be better.

Ram: Oh Mom! Sorry! But I thought you only feel tickled in the armpits...

By that time I had started to breathe heavily also and my heavy milk-filled boobs swayed inside my blouse in a bra-less state as I shuffled continuously in that compromised standing state!

Me: Err... not really Beta....

Chacha-ji: Lets get back to the study point Ram.... as I was addressing about the slit... that is the external opening of the female reproductive organs namely vagina, ovaries, oviduct, uterus, and cervix. Did you feel that?

Ram: Ye....yes Sir... but err... I mean... the feel was very vague.

Chacha-ji: Yes Beta.... that’s natural and expected also because your mummy is wearing a sari right now... and as you know ladies wear petticoat inside their saris... so already there are two layers of cover – sari and petticoat. Moreover I guess your mummy is also wearing a panty now... so when you are trying to feel the female sex organ... you are unable to get a perfect feel.

As Chacha-ji explained all this to my grown-up son, I naturally was looking down in utter shyness. My ears were red and were emitting heat. I was very uncomfortable as Ram was still poking his fingers onto my choot over my sari! He seemed to be quite interested in doing that! My naughty innocent son!

Ram: Oh... okay Sir... now I understand.

Chacha-ji: So Ram... we have completed the organs of both male and female reproductive systems... are you clear about them?

Ram: Absolutely Sir.

Chacha-ji: Fine, we now move on to accessory reproductive organs.

Ram nodded. .

I also breathed a sign of relief that this thing was over!

And at last Ram removed his hand off my pussy and I was able to stand again! I was so, so relieved! This was probably the first time in my life that a male openly touched and pressed my choot over my dress and that too in front of another male!

Chacha-ji: The male accessory organs are mostly internal which include epididymis, ejaculatory ducts, and prostate gland. At this stage Ram... you need not know much about them except for the names.

Ram: Okay Sir. I have noted down the names.

While Chacha-ji explained more about the chapter I quickly adjusted my blouse to feel comfortable as my breathing was heavier and my big-sized boobs were moving up and down in some heat due my son’s innocent touching. I also adjusted my panty over my sari and petticoat as much as possible as I was feeling a sense of wetness inside my pussy!

Chacha-ji: As far as the female accessory reproductive organs are concerned... we have quite a few. I will briefly visit each. Ram... you can just stand by your mom and feel each one as part of the practical class. We will define the organ, state the types, and its function. Clear?

Ram: Right Sir!

Chacha-ji: The first female accessory sex organ is the lips...

Ram: Ji.

Ram seemed visibly quite enthusiastic. Was he excited to get another chance to touch my body? Or was it his natural curiosity to know more about the chapter?

Chacha-ji: Lips are the two fleshy folds that surround the opening of the mouth and you know that definition, but do you know the types?

Ram nodded negatively.

Chacha-ji: Women’s lips are of few types namely... full thick lips, wide lips, round lips, thin lips and bow-shaped lips.

Ram: Wow! Itne sare item hai?

Me (reacting immediately): What sort of language is that Ram? Item?

I was naturally annoyed at my son’s choice of word.

Ram: Sorry Mummy... err... I meant types... I never thought that there could be so many types of lips... I thought lips are lips... Bus!

Chacha-ji: Ha ha ha... True, but Ram... if you carefully look at women’s lips you will notice the differentiation. For example... umm... the nearest examples I can cite... your mom and say her friend Ritika... I mean your Ritika aunty (mother of Joyeeta and Jayant – Ram’s friends)! Remember the types and you will know it!

I noticed Ram thought for a moment – he looked at my lips and then probably tried to visualize his Ritika Aunty’s lips!

Ram: Yes Sir! I can tell it... Mummy has full lips and... and.. and Ritika Aunty has wide lips.

Chacha-ji: Great! In fact excellent! You are absolutely right!

Ram looked happy and confident getting praises from his tuition teacher.

Chacha-ji: Look once at your mom’s lips!

Ram turned towards me and looked at my lips – directly. Obviously I felt a bit uneasy standing like that in front of him while he stared at my fleshy lips - after all he was my son!

Chacha-ji: As you can see Beta... your mom has thick, curvy and voluptuous lips. Her lips look moist and succulent!

‘Succulent!’ What was Chacha-ji saying! He was actually referring to my son about my lips as being juicy and delicious! My ears immediately turned red and I twisted my lips in uneasiness.

Ram: Ji Sir! Mummy ke lips waise hi hai...

Chacha-ji: You are absolutely right to tag your mom with thick full lips and on the other hand... your Ritika Aunty has a thin and narrow lip-line....

He paused for a second and turned towards me.

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti! Ram has such good observation skills!

Me: Huh! Studies mei bhi yehi dhyan rahe to achha hai!

Ram: Sir... dekhiye na! Mummy always says this... am I not studying properly?

Chacha-ji: Yes yes! Are Beti... Ram is doing quite well with his studies and you should always encourage and support his efforts.

Ram: Thank you Sir!

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Chacha-ji: Well... lets not waste time on this debate and get back to the lessons!

Me: Exactly!

Chacha-ji: So we were dealing with the accessory female reproductive organs and we started with the first one...

Ram: Lips.

Chacha-ji: Right. Now tell me Ram what is the function of lips?

Ram: Sir... lips are used for drinking, eating, and communicating.

Chacha-ji: Ya that’s correct, but from the context of it being an accessory female sex organ... you need to tell from that aspect naaa Beta!

Ram: Yes... yes.. Sir!

Though he said “yes”, but I could tell from his face that he was at a loss and seeing his silence, Chacha-ji helped him.

Chacha-ji: Did you remember your dad ever embrace your mom in front of you? I mean not recently may be... but may be some months ago?

What sort of a question was that! I was naturally offended.

Ram: Umm... haa... yes Sir... kayi bar!

Chacha-ji: I have given you the clue... you are intelligent... you should be able to tell it now!

Okay, now I understood that Chacha-ji gave him the clue that earlier when my husband came close to me and hugged me, he used to kiss me also – that’s what he probably meant. Still to reiterate that in front of my grownup son made my bashful.

Ram: Yesss Sir! Got it! Got it! Kiss... kiss... I mean kissing!

Chacha-ji: Right you are my son!

Though Chacha-ji was quite ecstatic seeing my son’s prompt reply, I was not naturally feeling entirely enthusiastic about the chat that was taking place between my son and his tuition teacher.

Chacha-ji: As you rightly pointed out Beta... lips are an important accessory sexual or reproductive organ for both males and females... used for kissing... smooching... and sucking. Okay then... so we move onto...

Ram: Sir... what’s... what’s smooching Sir?

As soon as Ram asked the question, myself and Chacha-ji looked at each other. I started to feel more edgy as Chacha-ji just could not avoid or ignore his question; he had to explain his query.

Chacha-ji: Smooching... err... I mean Beta... its just another term for kissing actually.

Ram: But Sir... then why did you mention it separately? You said kissing, smooching and sucking...

Chacha-ji: Point! (nodding his head) Just see Beti... how intelligent your son has become!

Though I smiled dryly I was getting tensed naturally because Chacha-ji had to explain the meaning of smooching.

Chacha-ji: You are right! There is a subtle difference between kissing and smooching! Smooching is more of resembling the ‘kissing sound’ and doing the kiss without touching the body. Your papa must have done this to your mom.... but you may not have noted it separately.

Ram (thinking for a while): I don’t think so Sir... papa to hamesha mummy se chipak-ke hi chumma lete the...

My lips just went apart in a form of exclamation as my son was detailing how my hubby went about during the hay days to Chacha-ji. My ears turned crimson in shyness.

Chacha-ji: You must have missed Beta!

Ram: No, no Sir... mai sehi keh raha hoon! Aap... aap mummy se hi poochiye na! Mummy... tumhi bolo naa!

What should I say? How could I explain the innocent question of my son!

Ram: Papa hameisha tumhe gale lagake hi kiss karte the naa?

Me (fumbling on every word): Err... ha... I mean... Nehi... kabhi kabhi... err... jaise mai tumhe gal pe kiss karta hoon school jane se pehle... bina chooye... waise hi wo karte the err... kaam mei jane se pehle.

Chacha-ji: And that’s smooching Beta.

Ram (visibly surprised): O! Then I must have overlooked... Mummy jab bol rahi hai to zarur hua hoga!

I licked my dry lips with my tongue and was breathing a shade heavy too with my big tight boobs going up and down under my sari, Chacha-ji noting that probably realized that I was feeling very uneasy.

Chacha-ji: Well Ram... lets get ahead of smooching now?

Ram: yes... yes Sir.

Chacha-ji: Well... accessory organs are not limited to lips only! Can you name the other ones?

Ram thought for a while and replied something which made both of us smile.

Ram: Hands?

It was Ram’s innocence speaking.

Chacha-ji (smiling): No Beta... If you look at it like that you will find every organ aids in the reproductive process... but the listed accessory female organs are lips, breasts, and buttocks.

Ram: Okay Sir. I have noted that.

Chacha-ji: Good... now that we have defined lips, its types and function, we will move onto breasts. Can you define breasts?

Ram looked at me, in fact towards my breasts, but could not reply to his tuition teacher.

Ram: Err... Sir... I do not know the definition... but I know... I mean... I know...

Chacha-ji: You know what breasts are and how they look.

Ram: Ji Sir.

Chacha-ji: But if you know them... you can define them also!

Ram looked blankly at his teacher. Chacha-ji stepped forward and came near me and with his scale he straightway poked over my sari on my protruding right boob!

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I mildly sighed with an “Eiii” though controlled myself as my son was present there.

Chacha-ji: These are the breasts... right? And Ram... you said that you know that... then why can’t you define them?

He continued to dig the scale onto the dense flesh of my bra-less boobs. I felt terribly uncomfortable and had to shuffle. I moved my boobies sideways to accommodate the poke of Chacha-ji’s scale and visibly looked sexier jiggling my ripe fruits. The sensation of the scale pushing my boob flesh was so, so erotic and thought provoking..... (in fact it exactly felt like my hubby’s cock pressing onto my mammaries!) ....that my face immediately turned cherry-like and I was already breathing heavier. I tried my best to look normal to my son and he was trying his best to define a female breast!

Ram: Yes... Sir... err... umm...I mean... breasts are... umm... round...

Chacha-ji: Hmm... round? Then?

Ram: Err... sir Ye... yes Sir... breasts are part of a lady’s body...

Chacha-ji: What are you saying Ram! Does a girl not have a breast? Does you friend Joyita not have breasts?

Ram: Oh! Sorry Sir... breasts are part of a female body which are big, round, upright, and succulent.

Chacha-ji: Succulent! Ha ha ha... that’s a good one! Suna Beti Ram kya keh raha hai... Ha ha ha... your breasts are delicious and thirst quenching!

Ram: Par Sir...

Me: You stupid! You are not here to describe my things...

I was naturally annoyed at my son’s foolishness. Ram looked a bit confused and so Chacha-ji explained to him.

Chacha-ji: You are to give a general definition Beta! What you are doing is you are describing your mom’s beauty... by stating that her breasts are big-sized, they are round in shape, her breasts are firm and upright, and they are juicy. But not all women possess such a beauty (Chacha-ji momentarily looked at me and smiled and I was naturally feeling shy at this praise) ....and moreover since your mom has a baby... so she can feed him with her milk. Its not that you suck any girl’s breast and you will get milk out of it!

Ram: Oh! Sir, I was of the opinion that...

Chacha-ji: I know... you are growing and now you should be slowly knowing these things.

Ram: Okay Sir... now I got it... a woman with a baby can only have breast milk... not the others....

Chacha-ji: Right!

Though I was not entirely pleased by this eduction being shared to my son by his tuition teacher, but I ought Chacha-ji was an elderly person and he must have thought it appropriate to share it considering Ram’s recent deviation towards dirty things.

Chacha-ji: Let me help you with the definition and then you can tally that with your mother... okay?

Ram: Right Sir.

Chacha-ji: Breasts are two fleshy protruding organs on the upper front of a female body which secrete milk after childbirth.

Ram nodded like an expert as if he understood everything!

Chacha-ji: Explicate the definition on your mother in light of a practical class... as if you are in my role and you are explaining... Can you do it?

Ram: Sure Sir! Par...err... I mean... err... Sir... (he was visibly hesitant)... I mean...

Chacha-ji: Com’ on what’s stopping you!

Ram: Err... Sir... I... want to say... I mean... I have to touch mom to tally and explain...

Chacha-ji: Are burbak! Touch to karna hi hai... practical class jo hai ye!

Ram: Ji... ji!

I was naturally timid now. My growing son would be directly touching my breasts! And it won’t be like he does in a playful mood.... like he hugged me from behind requesting snacks or before going school I hug him kissing his forehead andf his face gets buried in my boobs.... but this time he will be touching for the sake to feeling my 30-year-old firm succulent boobs!

My lips got drier, my breathing warmer, my blouse seemed tighter as my fleshy boobs swelled as I breathed, and my pussy was also reacting in anticipatory touching!

Ram: Sir.... (Ram seemed quite confident as he approached my sari-covered mammaries!) Breasts are located in the front part of a female body... here they are... (he gently touched/brushed his fingers over my left boob and then my right boob)... in the chest region... (Ram again repeated his action – he touched my left tit and then my right tit, this time he grabbed it gently and I could feel his fingers more clearly on my breast flesh)

Chacha-ji: Right! Carry on...

As soon as I felt my son’s fingers on my tits, I could feel my nipples getting harder and were getting erect. I could easily feel a stir inside my panty also! I felt like it was as if Ram was not my son, he was a “male”!

Ram: Breasts are protruding... err...you can... I mean... you can see Sir that... they are sticking out of the body through the sari...

Ram now stretched the sari on my chest so as to show his tuition teacher the prominence of my mammaries! I could not meet eyes with Chacha-ji.

Chach-ji: Right! Carry on...

Ram: ...and Sir... they are fleshy and round...

What he did now was too indecent and shameful for me! Ram was using his right hand. He just openly grabbed my left boob over my sari and blouse with his hand and gave it a squeeze to show the fleshiness of my boob!

And he did not stop there!

Ram then took his right hand to my other breast and felt its firmness too through a tight squeeze! It was really getting tougher for me to remain calm and silent. My nipples were more erect due to this second squeeze on my other breast. Though he was a schoolboy, his fingers were strong and hard enough on my milk-tanks to make me feel ecstatic and extremely bashful!

Chacha-ji obviously was enjoying this sexy mom & son scene and indulged more naughtiness in the act!

Chacha-ji: Sorry son! When you say fleshy and squeezed your mom’s boobs to show me the fleshiness and beefiness... I agree... they are fleshy and ripe... but I can’t see they are spherical? Can you see it?

Ram looked confused but was smart enough to tackle the question!

Ram: Err... ye.... I mean... yes Sir... I can’t see it directly... err... as they are covered under the sari...

Chacha-ji: So? It’s a practical class Ram! Did I not remove my pajama to give you the exact feel of the male reproductive organ?

Chacha-ji winked at me to cooperate and Ram immediately got the hint that his tuition teacher wanted me to drop my sari pallu in front of my son so that he (read both males) could get a more vivid look of my upper treasures.

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Ram: Oh! Okay Sir... (turning towards me) Mummy... to complete the definition....can you please take off your sari pallu a bit?

I had no other option but to agree! I nodded and clenching my lips in utter nervousness looking at the floor... I dropped my pallu off my shoulder.

Though I was looking at the floor but I could guess that both males in front of me had a “Wow” look on their faces. I felt as if they both were eagerly licking my big-sized firm boobies inside my tight blouse through their eyes! My wheat colored cleavage, at least an inch, was clearly noticeable over my yellow blouse and the bulge of my heavy boob flesh was also more than evident to both males in my compromised state.

But the worst part was that at that time I was not wearing any brassiere inside and my nipple impressions were unmistakably able to be seen through the sheer fabric of my yellow blouse! I could easily realize that I was indeed looking rather inviting and sexy standing in that posture!

My son was the first to react! Verbally! Though I had already noted Chacha-ji adjusting his lund inside his underpants (he was not wearing any pajama) and very soon a tent was coming up in his underpants which he was unable to hide as he lapped up my exposed jawani through his eyes!

Ram: You were right Sir... now I can see the roundish shape clearly...

So saying my son again touched my left breast with his right hand and this time he felt the roundedness of my breast touching the circumference with his palm! I almost shivered in excitement as I again felt my son’s hand on my boobs!

Chacha-ji: Right! A woman’s breast is not exactly round... as you can see...

Ram: Looks like as if two spheres are kept inside mom’s blouse!


Chacha-ji Hmm... that’s more appropriate for the definition... spherical!

He paused. Both Ram and my landlord looked at my firm tits and my gbang-like swollen nipples continued to tease them through the sheer yellow fabric of my blouse. My nipple position was obviously evident to them which indeed made me look hotter and more tempting. But unfortunately at that time I had no other option as I was already not wearing my bra under my blouse when I entered the tuition arena and then suddenly for the sake of educating my son Chacha-ji told me to drop my sari pallu.

Chacha-ji: Now complete the definition Ram!

Ram: Ye... yes Sir! Breasts... err... breasts also secrete milk and a baby is fed on it.

Chacha-ji: True! But you have to specify where from the milk is secreted?

Ram: Umm... err... I mean...from the breasts... Sir.

Chacha-ji: Ya ya... that’s right! But Beta... you need to be specific naa.

Ram looked a bit confused and clenched his lips which evidently depicted he was unable to guess what Chacha-ji was asking.

Chacha-ji: Are Ram! Ye to asaan hai... tumhara bhai Harpal ko bhi poochenge to bol dega!

Ram: Harpal? Sir wo to abhi doodh-pita bachha hai... mummy ke godd mei rehta hai... wo kaise bol payega!

Chacha-ji: Are burbak! Khud hi bolta hai ke wo doodh-pita bachha hai.. aur mai bhi to wohi pooch raha hoon!

Ram thought for a while and then Chacha-ji gave him the last clue which made him reply with the answer.

Chacha-ji: Are asaan sawal to hai! Harpal doodh peene ke liye kya karta hai?

Ram: Mummy ke mamme choosta hai... aur kya?

Chacha-ji: To kya pura mamme choosta hai?

Ram: Ji... ji!

I was naturally timid now. My growing son would be directly touching my breasts! And it won’t be like he does in a playful mood.... like he hugged me from behind requesting snacks or before going school I hug him kissing his forehead andf his face gets buried in my boobs.... but this time he will be touching for the sake to feeling my 30-year-old firm succulent boobs!

My lips got drier, my breathing warmer, my blouse seemed tighter as my fleshy boobs swelled as I breathed, and my pussy was also reacting in anticipatory touching!

Ram: Sir.... (Ram seemed quite confident as he approached my sari-covered mammaries!) Breasts are located in the front part of a female body... here they are... (he gently touched/brushed his fingers over my left boob and then my right boob)... in the chest region... (Ram again repeated his action – he touched my left tit and then my right tit, this time he grabbed it gently and I could feel his fingers more clearly on my breast flesh)

Chacha-ji: Right! Carry on...

As soon as I felt my son’s fingers on my tits, I could feel my nipples getting harder and were getting erect. I could easily feel a stir inside my panty also! I felt like it was as if Ram was not my son, he was a “male”!

Ram: Breasts are protruding... err...you can... I mean... you can see Sir that... they are sticking out of the body through the sari...

Ram now stretched the sari on my chest so as to show his tuition teacher the prominence of my mammaries! I could not meet eyes with Chacha-ji.

Chach-ji: Right! Carry on...

Ram: ...and Sir... they are fleshy and round...

What he did now was too indecent and shameful for me! Ram was using his right hand. He just openly grabbed my left boob over my sari and blouse with his hand and gave it a squeeze to show the fleshiness of my boob!

And he did not stop there!

Ram then took his right hand to my other breast and felt its firmness too through a tight squeeze! It was really getting tougher for me to remain calm and silent. My nipples were more erect due to this second squeeze on my other breast. Though he was a schoolboy, his fingers were strong and hard enough on my milk-tanks to make me feel ecstatic and extremely bashful!

Chacha-ji obviously was enjoying this sexy mom & son scene and indulged more naughtiness in the act!

Chacha-ji: Sorry son! When you say fleshy and squeezed your mom’s boobs to show me the fleshiness and beefiness... I agree... they are fleshy and ripe... but I can’t see they are spherical? Can you see it?

Ram looked confused but was smart enough to tackle the question!

Ram: Err... ye.... I mean... yes Sir... I can’t see it directly... err... as they are covered under the sari...

Chacha-ji: So? It’s a practical class Ram! Did I not remove my pajama to give you the exact feel of the male reproductive organ?

Chacha-ji winked at me to cooperate and Ram immediately got the hint that his tuition teacher wanted me to drop my sari pallu in front of my son so that he (read both males) could get a more vivid look of my upper treasures.

Ram: Oh! Okay Sir... (turning towards me) Mummy... to complete the definition....can you please take off your sari pallu a bit?

I had no other option but to agree! I nodded and clenching my lips in utter nervousness looking at the floor... I dropped my pallu off my shoulder.

Though I was looking at the floor but I could guess that both males in front of me had a “Wow” look on their faces. I felt as if they both were eagerly licking my big-sized firm boobies inside my tight blouse through their eyes! My wheat colored cleavage, at least an inch, was clearly noticeable over my yellow blouse and the bulge of my heavy boob flesh was also more than evident to both males in my compromised state.

But the worst part was that at that time I was not wearing any brassiere inside and my nipple impressions were unmistakably able to be seen through the sheer fabric of my yellow blouse! I could easily realize that I was indeed looking rather inviting and sexy standing in that posture!

My son was the first to react! Verbally! Though I had already noted Chacha-ji adjusting his lund inside his underpants (he was not wearing any pajama) and very soon a tent was coming up in his underpants which he was unable to hide as he lapped up my exposed jawani through his eyes!

Ram: You were right Sir... now I can see the roundish shape clearly...

So saying my son again touched my left breast with his right hand and this time he felt the roundedness of my breast touching the circumference with his palm! I almost shivered in excitement as I again felt my son’s hand on my boobs!

Chacha-ji: Right! A woman’s breast is not exactly round... as you can see...

Ram: Looks like as if two spheres are kept inside mom’s blouse!


Ram: Oh! Oh! I got it Sir! I got it! Nipples! Nipples!

Chacha-ji: Yes... so milk is secreted through nipples...jo Harpal choosta hai...

Ram getting overexcited giving the answer went ahead to locate them also! I was totally taken off guard when he just normally extended his right arm to hold my right nipple which could be easily traced through my tight-fitting blouse!

Me: Aaahhhhh.....what is this Ram! Stop it!

My right arm involuntarily obstructed his hand but buy that time he had already pressed and twisted my right nipple once!

Chacha-ji: Beti! Beti! Shant raho! This is a practical class... so this is normal... please!

He also winked at me requesting me to cooperate. I clenched my dry lips in excitement and nervousness and stood silent. This practical class seemed to be crossing all decency limits and I had to be utterly shameless to be a part of it!

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Chacha-ji: Right Beta... so those are the nipples... as you rightly pointed out on your mom’s blouse... and they are a very important accessory reproductive organ.

Ram: Okay Sir.

Chacha-ji: But you only pointed one! When in practical class you have to locate in full.

Ram was as if more than eager to demonstrate his tuition teacher that he knew the location of both of my nipples. Since I was not wearing a bra it was all the more easy for him! He readily grabbed with two fingers of each hand my both nipple over my blouse and looked at his Sir.

Me: Aaahhhhhh.....

Ram: Here Sir!

My condition was simply pathetic! I was already standing in an aroused state and now my son was holding my both swollen and hard nipples and he was not touching any other part of my body! My lower half involuntarily bent and my heavy round ass flesh pushed against my sari cover and my chest thrust forward more towards my son’s hands! I was unable to control my natural body movement in arousal and Chacha-ji obviously was pretty much aware of my state but yet lingered the scene!

Chacha-ji: Kaha Ram! Your right hand is not holding the nipple properly... you are more of pressing your mom’s left breast with your palm...

Ram: Par Sir... iss mei mera dosh nehi hai... nipple choote hi... mummy ne apna seena aage kar diya....

I felt so, so ashamed at my son’s innocent confession. I was all red now and licked my dry fleshy lips to hide my provocation.

Ram immediately corrected his hand position making me simply gasp for breath as he squeezed my left nipple more firmly with his thumb and middle finger. I felt as if my blouse cover was nonexistent as I could very plainly feel Ram’s cold fingers on my naked hardened nipples! Automatically I was breathing heavy and my heavy boob flesh bulged inside my tight-fitting blouse resulting in my deep cleavage getting exposed!


Chacha-ji (smiling): Okay, okay... now hold them properly and show me!

Ram was more enthusiastic to show it to his tuition teacher making my position worst! He released both my nipples once momentarily and then tracing their positions through my blouse, he again pressed them with his fingers and this time I could clearly sense that he even twisted them once!

It was impossible for me to stand normally and shedding all shyness I shifted my left arm on my pussy area and started scratching the area over my sari to remain stable.

Chacha-ji: Now look at the nipples in your hands and define them... it should be easy!

Ram: Err... yes.... Sir.... yes... they are two small protrusions of female breasts that are err... I mean Sir... which are darker in color than the area around them....

Chacha-ji: Excellent! And dekho Beti... I did not tell your son about the color... he himself noticed your nipple color and stated it in his definition! Very good Ram!

Ram: Yes Sir... I have noticed it previously also when Mummy breast-feeds Harpal in front of me that her nipples are much darker than her fair breasts.

Chacha-ji: Very good observation Beta! But even if you had not noted that previously...

Ram: Ji Sir... I can make out today also...Mummy ke ye yellow blouse itna halka hai ke unke choochi ke color pura pata chal raha hai... especially yaha... (so saying he just circled his hands on my nipples and areola region) ... dark brown color dikh raha ha...

I was just thunderstruck at this sexy conversation and just helpless looked at the floor as my son continued to explore my nipple area!

Chacha-ji: Great! Well... now we will conclude this part by briefing about the types and function...

At last Ram dropped his hands off my breasts giving me a big relief. I could feel my pussy was wet and I was simply feeling horny! I had to press and push my boobs shamelessly with my hand in front of my landlord trying to regain normalcy.

Chacha-ji: Well Ram... you should know that breasts and nipples vary greatly from one woman to another.... like you can see.... your mummy has big-sized well developed breasts (while saying Chacha-ji also showed my boob-size through his palm to my son) ....but not all women possess that...

Ram: Yes Sir... Ritika Aunty’s breasts are smaller than Mummy’s!

Chacha-ji: Right you are! But Beta... its considered a bad manner to stare at a woman’s breast at your age... so do not do that frequently! Okay?

Ram: Sorry Sir.... will not do that.

Chacha-ji: Good boy!

Ram: And Sir... the function?

Chacha-ji: Yes... regarding the function of breasts from the accessory reproductive standpoint... they are a lovable flesh-filled organ which... I mean...err...you know... I think you must have seen your papa kiss your mummy... so you should be knowing Beta!

Ram: Yes Sir. I have seen many a time papa kiss mummy in front of me... and he held mummy’s mamme in his hands...

Me (I had to react!): What rubbish is this that you are babbling... Nehi, nehi Chacha-ji! Yes... ek adh bar wo paas ate the...par aisa kuch nehi karte the!

Chacha-ji: Okay okay... Ma-Bete fight mat karo isko leke!

I realized that I have to coach Ram in private so that he does not (out of his innocence) divulge our private moments (what he had seen) to other persons! .

Chacha-ji: That means you know it Ram... and regarding nipple function... we already mentioned about milk production... and like lips.. it’s also used for kissing, smooching and sucking. Okay?

I smiled within myself the way Ram nodded to his tuition teacher as if he understood everything! I was getting habituated to stand in my exposed state in front of my son. I could now notice a constant bulge in both Ram’s pant and Chacha-ji’s underpants! I was as if an object of sensuality which they were obliged to view and enjoy! I continued to stand there with my pallu on the floor and my swollen nipples (more erect now after getting the pressing and twisting from my son) visible through my blouse as the tuition class progressed.


Chacha-ji: So, now we move on to the last of the accessory female reproductive organs and what is that Beta?

Ram: Err... buttocks Sir!

Chacha-ji: Right! You are really picking this chapter extremely well Ram!

Ram: Thank you Sir! I really find it helpful to understand through your practical class Sir.

Chacha-ji: Hmm... Thanks to you mom also for helping us...

Ram: Ji Sir.

Both males looked appreciably at me and I noted their focus was on my swollen nipples visible very provocatively and sexily through my blouse. I smiled foolishly looking at them. My pallu was still lying on the floor keeping my fair belly and deep navel exposed to both males. As the practical class was still going on I did not think it wise to ask Chacha-ji whether I could pull up my pallu. .

Chacha-ji: Now that you know the function of other accessory organs namely lips, breasts, and nipples... it should be easier for you to get to the definition of this one!

He paused for a moment and looked at me.

Chacha-ji: Zara ghoom jana Beti... so that Ram can see your bottoms fully...

I had to obey Chacha-ji’s instruction and though feeling very hesitant I slowly turned back making my fleshy protruding ass fully visible to my grown up son. Though I was pretty sure that Ram had ogled my heavy jiggling ass previously also while I was clad in sari or nighty indoor, but today the scene was slightly different as he was instructed by his tuition teacher to stare at my heavy bulging ass cheeks! I was naturally feeling timid and undecided. Thankfully at that time I was facing the wall and was not in eye-contact with either of Ram or Chacha-ji. Still I involuntarily shuffled in my nervousness and shyness making things worse for me as my heavy bottom jiggled inside my sari and petticoat which must have been a very sexy scene for my son and his tuition teacher as they were watching me from very close quarter!

Ram: Sir... err... buttocks are ... I mean... Sir... buttocks are two dense rounded mounds on a lady’s rear part on which she sits...

Chacha-ji: Umm... good try Ram... but it’s not perfect as you can also understand! I will explain you in the light of this practical class. Here... come closer...

Ram: Yes Sir.

Chacha-ji: Just like the other accessory female reproductive organs... as you saw in your mom’s body... she has two lips which are...err... I mean...

Ram: Fleshy and succulent...

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Chacha-ji: Right! And she has two breasts which are...

Ram: Big and protruding...

Chacha-ji: Absolutely! Right again! And her nipples are...

Ram: Swollen and dark brown...

Chacha-ji: Right again!

Chacha-ji paused momentarily and I felt so mortified and dishonored the way my son described my private body parts so loudly and his teacher encouraged that by showering words of appreciation! My conservativeness was slapped hard by the two males.

Chacha-ji: And as you can see here Ram... (he just straightway patted my ass cheek!) ...you mom has a very round and firm bottom!

I was simply awestruck the way I was handled by my elderly landlord in front of my son! Ram probably was too innocent to realize the moves of his tuition teacher.

Chacha-ji: Feel here son! Feel here!

So saying he just took Ram’s hand and pressed it on my fleshy right ass cheek over my sari. I almost gasped as I felt my son’s full palm and his stretched out fingers on my gaand! Thankfully I was wearing a sari and not anything else, otherwise it would have been impossible for me to stand stable with my son openly pressing and cupping my butts. The petticoat and my panty under my sari acted as some decent cover for me on my heavyset bottom!

Chacha-ji: Just for your information Beta... buttocks are also colloquially termed as butts, booty and ass.

Ram: And also gaand Sir...

I could not control myself from reacting. I turned half way to face him.

Me: What sort of language is that Ram? This is what you are learning at school?

I must have been looking terribly sexy now as I was half-turned towards both males – my juicy coconut-like boobs standing out of my tight yellow blouse and my heavy ass being still pressed about by my son!

Ram: Par Mummy... seniors to bolte hai...

Chacha-ji: Kya bolte hai?

Ram: Sir... hum jab tiffin mei niche aate hai... rasta dikhta hai to bolte hai... dekh Queens College ki ladkiya kaise gaand hilake ja rahi hai... uss jeans wali ki gaand dekh, kitna sexy lag rahi hai,.panty bhi dikh rahi hai pant ke upar se... Madhuri madam ki gaand dekha... pura makhhan...

Me (could not take it at all): Just shut up Ram!

Chacha-ji: Beti! Beti! (saying that as if trying to calm me... he just patted on my fleshy ass again feeling my full ass globe with his palm!) ... Are Ram is able to say this as because he had heard it from his seniors and peers in school. You should not rebuke him for that... he cannot close his ears while in school.

Me: Par Chacha-ji ye to koi...

Chacha-ji: Beti! Janta hoon mai... par tum senior class ki ladko ki muh to band nehi kar sakte na? Nahi Ram apna kaan band rakh sakta hai!

So saying this time he just crossed the limit! Chacha-ji just pressed his hand harder on my round bottom flesh, in fact squeezed my ass cheek to indicate me to cool down!

Chacha-ji: I am talking to him naa... Beti ...you cool down and just stand still!

My heart as if skipped a beat as I felt the clear squeeze on my butt flesh from this aged male and indeed the squeeze was hard and reminded me of many such from my husband during our hay days! My scant panty strained over my flaring ass surface and I could feel immediate tightness on its cuts as I jiggled my solid bottom a little to feel at ease. The worst part was – my son was still pressing lightly on my other ass check with his hand! It was indeed a bit too much for a conservative housewife like me to take two different males pressing on my butt cheeks with their hands!

I gasped heavily and it was not possible for me to argue with Chacha-ji in that state. I just kept quiet.

Chacha-ji: Ram! As I stated earlier also... you should now know which words to pick and which ones not to... if you are to describe a woman’s bottom..... use the word “nitamb”... jaise... Well... aise ghur ghur ke uss nitambini ko mat dekh, wo meri mummy hai! Can you tell me the meaning Beta?

Ram: Ye.. yes Sir... Do not stare at that woman with large handsome buttocks, she is my mother.

Chacha-ji: Wah! Perfect! Dekho Beti... your son’s translation has also improved!

Chacha-ji again cupped my firm ass flesh, this time more directly, enjoying the tautness of my smooth ass globe! I indeed felt so embarrassed... more so probably hearing my son’s translation! Naturally I was red as a cherry! Chacha-ji through that sentence openly praised my pumpkin ass to my son to tempt him and probably to make him more attracted towards my jawani!

Ram also unsurprisingly seemed to be more jubilant hearing encouraging words from his teacher and I felt the direct consequence of that on my gaand!

I could clearly make out that Ram was exerting more pressure through his palm on my round bottom over my sari to extract a more pleasurable and sexy sensation! He must have been thoroughly enjoying this practical class and now he clearly tried to grip and cup more of my firm rear flesh through his stretched fingers!

I was now getting thoroughly excited and it was getting impossible to remain calm with two males cupping and “squeezing” my mansaal gaand. Chacha-ji being an adult male I could well understand his manly advances, but my son being an innocent teenager I could not guzzle down his advances. For a moment I even thought of turning around and giving a glare at him, but decided against it as I could capture that it was but natural for a growing teen like him to utilize the opportunity.

Ram: Err... Sir... I have a question... I mean... not a question... but... err...

Chacha-ji: Are Bolo na Beta... don’t hesitate! Your mummy will not mind...

Ram: No, no Sir... it’s... it’s not about mummy...

Chacha-ji: Are I know! It’s not about your mummy... but about your mummy’s booty I guess?

I felt so, so ashamed that I could feel my ears getting warm instantly! I tightened my lips and stood silently facing the wall. My nipples were hard getting the constant feel of ‘male hands’ on my big round booty!

Ram: Ji Sir! I mean... err... unlike mom’s lips and breasts... this is not a complete structure.

Chacha-ji: Which is not complete? Your mummy’s ass? What are you saying son! It’s so gorgeous... round and fleshy! See! (so saying Chacha-ji again did not lose the opportunity to “slap” my ass flesh openly!) ... it’s so tight... feel it!

I sighed deeply but to my utter astonishment I noted that my nipples were getting hard and erect in a very quick fashion! This action of patting and slapping my ass time and again was turning me on quite briskly! This probably had never happened in my entire married life! I could sense the very familiar “itch” in my choot also and undoubtedly I was getting turned on!

Ram: No no Sir... I did not mean that!

Chacha-ji: Then?

Ram: Err... I mean Sir... see... there are two parts of this structure (so saying he touched and pressed my right and left ass cheek – one at a time) ...and there is a fissure also present in between them... See Sir...

So saying he traced my ass crack lightly and immediately my whole body shivered sensing a male finger on my butt crack!

Chacha-ji: Oh! I got you now Ram! Yes... that’s a fair enough scrutiny from your end... and the crevice is not clearly visible to us due to the sari.

Ram: Ji Sir.

Chacha-ji: But to know this... you must be aware... where the cheeks are?

Ram: Cheeks? Par Sir... err.... mera matlab... wo to face mei hai...

Chacha-ji: Are budbak! Ye face wala cheeks nehi... ass wala cheeks hai... okay first show where is the cheeks that you normally refer?

Ram: Here.

Chacha-ji: Who is the model in this practical class?

Ram: Mummy... Sir...

Chacha-ji: Then... show it on her body naa....

Ram: Ji... ji Sir.

So saying Ram just pulled my elbow to turn me towards him (exactly like my husband Vinay!) and since he was too close to me I could not avoid pushing and pressing my heavy bosom onto his chest. Though he innocently indicated my cheeks to his tuition teacher, I enjoyed my firm blouse-covered boobs pressing against his tall body. My gbang-like nipples poking out of my blouse easily got depressed on his flat chest as Ram made me face him now. Honestly I was feeling so horny and weak that I made no effort to move away from my son!

Did Chacha-ji notice that?

Chacha-ji: Good... and here is the other pair of cheeks Beta...

So saying from the side he again patted my bulging ass cheeks over my sari, one at a time!

Ram: Okay Sir.

My whole ass flesh must have jiggled and vibrated inside my dress at each pat from Chacha-ji. And since I possessed a full round flesh-filled bottom and my flesh was still very tight there the scene must have been a very sexy one! Was that the reason he was slapping me time and again on my butts?!? My face flushed immediately. The old mischief!

Just then I noted that Ram was scratching the front of his pants with his left hand and it was no rocket science to guess that he was rubbing his erect rod! He was naturally excited “studying” his mother’s jawani in the practical class arranged by his teacher!

Ram: And Sir... these are called...?

Chacha-ji: Ass cheeks or butt cheeks.

Ram: Okay Sir.

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I was still half turned towards my son and now I noted that Chacha-ji was also openly rubbing his khada lund inside his underpants! The term decency was as if was vanishing from that room. I could not take it any more as my eyes automatically was attracted towards Chacha-ji’s crotch and I noted he indeed was having quite a hard-on as his stout dick was dangling inside his chaddi very awkwardly! I had to turn back and face the wall as I was breathing hot and heavy.

Chacha-ji: And if you see here Ram... this crevice is deep and long... here...

So saying he just pushed my sari inside my ass crack to reveal my butt crevice more prominently to my son! Since I was wearing panty under my sari and petticoat Chacha-ji found it slightly hard to push my sari inside my crack but he was ultimately successful.

Chacha-ji: Is it not clear now Beta?

Ram: Yes Sir... the crack looks very prominent now.

Chacha-ji: Just feel it... how deep it is....

Ram: Ji Sir...

Immediately I sensed Ram’s fingers on my sari which was already pressed inside my butt crack! Ram slid his fingers up and down on my entire butt crack making it literally impossible for me to restrain myself any more!

Me: Ssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..Aaaahaaaahhhhhhhhhh!

I gushed out a soft long moan and my legs automatically parted a bit! I was now quite heavily aroused sexually! My arms automatically got folded on my boobs pressing them down towards my chest. I shamelessly ushered a grunt and pushed my heavy ass more towards my son’s face in excitement which in turn made me feel his fingers more profoundly inside my butt crack!

Me: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!


I shook my big round ass in elation and made things look more sexy for my son and his teacher. Seeing the opportunity and my compromised state Chacha-ji started cupping and squeezing my ass flesh harder with his hand which made things worst for me. My ass cheeks had already started emitting heat which was a clear signal to the elderly man that I was excited sexually.

Ram: Umm... Sir... its so... deep and smooth!

Chacha-ji: Yes Beta! Your mummy has a perfect body! Feel it to your satisfaction....

Ram: Yes Sir... I have felt the entire length of mummy’s crack.

Chacha-ji: Great! Just for your knowledge ...at times also called the backeye slit!

So saying Chacha-ji could not probably restrain himself from this golden opportunity of feeling my sexy butt crack over my dress and I sensed that he quickly ran his stout fingers into my crevice! My whole body quivered and vibrated to his indecent move and I literally jiggled and swayed my round firm gaand to accommodate his finger inside my butt crack. I instantly realized that I did my butt shaking virtually in front of my son and landlord’s faces which must have been an extremely sexy scene for them watch! Though I was quite handsomely elated now, I flushed and felt embarrassed! Thankfully both Ram and Chacha-ji had their fingers now off of my butt area.

Chacha-ji: So, in a nutshell if we try to define… it should read like… buttocks are either of the two round and fleshy parts of a woman that form the bottom.

Ram: Okay Sir… have noted that… par iska function?

Chacha-ji: Yes… its somewhat similar to the other accessory organs…

Ram: Par Sir… I mean …

Chacha-ji: Where is the deviation? You can kiss and suck your mom’s lips? Right?

Ram: Right Sir!

Chacha-ji: You can kiss and suck your mom’s mammaries? Right?

Ram: Right Sir!

Chacha-ji: And same goes here also Beta! Your mom’s buttocks! (Chacha-ji again patted [read slapped] my fleshy ass)

Repeatedly he was slapping my sari-covered round ass in front of my son, but my feeling of embarrassment was overtaken by my erotic feelings! And I realized today at my 30th year of jawani that slapping my heavy butts do make me extremely elated, which my husband never tried in my whole married life!

Ram: Par Sir… Err… I mean… I can kiss mom’s buttocks… but how can I suck them?

Chacha-ji: Oh! Oops! Mistake! Mistake on my part! Dekho Beti! Your son is so immaculate about these things! Right Ram! But how did this point come to your mind Beta?

Ram: I mean Sir… I thought… err… I mean… I thought it this way ke…mummy’s lips are always moist and wet… so they can be kissed and sucked… err… I mean Sir… the juice in the lips can be sucked…

Chacha-ji: Absolutely! Aage bolo!

Ram: And Sir… I have noticed whenever my little brother cries, mummy pushes her breast into his mouth and he sucks her nipples for milk… so the nipples make mummy’s breasts easily suckable…

Chacha-ji: Right! Aage...

Ram: Par Sir… jab aap mummy ke nitamb ke bare mei bole aur dikhaye aur maine feel bhi kiya… I found there were no protrusions present on the buttocks and hence I concluded they can be kissed, but cannot be sucked.

Chacha-ji: Wah! Am impressed by your explanation!

Ram: Thank you Sir!

Chacha-ji: So... we will slightly edit the function... you can kiss and knead a woman’s buttocks..

Ram: Ji Sir...

Chacha-ji: And that completes....

Oyyya Oyyya Oyyya Oyyya! Oyyya Oyyya

The noise was coming from the other room. Harpal was awake. Since he was sleeping I was able to help Ram in his tuition class, but now I had to go! I turned and faced my son and his tuition teacher. I was indeed in a state of elation - my face was crimson, I was breathing heavily, my legs were weak, and being in a bra-less state my swollen and erect nipples were poking out of the sheer fabric of my yellow blouse; moreover my pallu was flowing on the floor (it seemed for ages) and due to my heavy breathing my blouse had slipped down a bit carrying the weight of my heavy bosom and now I was exposing more than an inch of my sweaty creamy cleavage. All in all I looked extremely sexy and tempting!


Chacha-ji quickly recognized my state and asked Ram to fetch his brother from the other room. As Ram went out of the room, Chacha-ji quickly picked up my pallu and placed it on my shoulder and even adjusted it over my blouse thereby not losing the opportunity to nudge and press by firm boob flesh over my sari-blouse.

Chacha-ji: You have done a very good job Beti today... your cooperation will reap for your son soon!

He pressed my breast flesh from the front in the pretext of adjusting my pallu. Though it was not a direct cupping or squeezing, it was more of a pressing on my boobs with his knuckles. I was not in a position to reply. I was feeling so indolent and longing for some more male touches, I did not object to his moves at all. I had my eyes closed and was breathing deeply. Sensing that the old fox did not stop there!

I could only utter a “thanks” in a low sexy voice!

Chacha-ji: You are tired...tum Harpal ko leke rest lo... but before that... mai tumhare pichwade ki sari thik kar deta hoon... wait!

And giving me no chance to react he quickly bent a bit and held my waist and turned me half way and placed his hands on my fleshy bottom again! In the pretext of taking out my sari from my butt crack, he again caressed my firm ass flesh and felt it with his palm and stout fingers – this time I could clearly feel that he even traced my panty-line on my smooth round ass! I could not offer any protest as I was feeling extremely weak and lazy.

Before Chacha-ji could do anything more, Ram was back with the crying baby in his lap and handed over to me. Though I was feeling weak and elated, I had to breast-feed the baby. I went out of the room with the baby in lazy steps. Ram and his tuition teacher were seated again for the study session. The baby had a real hard time sucking my boobs as my nipples were rock hard and erect. I was feeling horny, nervous and restless and as a result of it my milk-flow naturally got reduced. Thankfully Harpal did not complain much and only after a few minutes of sucking my breasts fell asleep. I sighed relief and went to the kitchen for preparing dinner. My whole body was aching and longing for some tight hugs and honestly some action in my honey-pot! Due to the complete absence of sexual activities in my life due to my husband’s detachment (joblessness, drinking, and late nights) I was probably feeling more frustrated.

At dinnertime even I could feel I was yet to be normal! At least two to three hours had passed but unfortunately I was still feeling horny inside. I was not able to concentrate on anything. I was fumbling at work. I had taken a bath and changed to a light nighty and remained without any undergarments as Chacha-ji was upstairs and there was little chance that Haria or Chacha-ji would come down at that hour of the evening. My condition was such that the nighty also was giving me a sensation of heaviness on my heated body! As I served dinner I could easily sense that Ram was eyeing me more than on other days, obviously after the biology practical class. He was bold enough to stare at the bounce and sway of my bra-less heavy tits under my nighty. The roundedness of my protruding panty-less ass was also exposed more to my grownup son by the thin fabric of my nightdress. Moreover, I noted that he was also eyeing my thick legs pushing against the thin fabric of my nighty as I walked.

Did he shag in the toilet thinking of me? Today Ram had observed and touched me very closely during his practical class in a very, very direct manner under Chacha-ji’s guidance which I was sure had its effect on his mind and body.

I continued to remain heated from inside as I completed my household chores. Harpal and Ram went to bed. I also went to bed but remained restless. I tried to console myself by self-pressing by boob flesh and self-fingering my pussy but to little effect. I pressed the pillow on my firm boob flesh as if I was being hugged and even pressed and pushed a thick cucumber onto my choot area as well as sucking it to get the feel of a male penis! I was getting crazy!

Just then in the middle of the night Vinay (my husband) returned. As usual he was drunk and had just enough strength to close the main door, change to his lungi, and get to bed. After he was addicted to drinking he slept on the floor on a mattress just below the bed. Other days I did not even bother to look at him as I hated drinking and the odor, but today I was feeling so hot and restless that I could not restrain myself from going down from the bed to the mattress!

I looked at Ram... he was sleeping deeply so and was my baby. I slowly pushed my plump body out of the bed and slipped to the mattress where Vinay was. I shamelessly hugged him – I was over his body. My heavy round booty faced the ceiling and I tried to kiss his lips, but the repulsive pungent smell of alcohol did not allow me to do so! I brushed my face on his flat hairy chest but to no effect as after heavy drinking my husband had literally zero strength and sense to react to my bodily moves! Frustrated and agitated I slid down from over his body and remained by his side. I quickly decided to get naked in the thoughts that the feel of my voluptuous silky naked body might ignite him.

I got out of my sheer nightly and was completely naked. The room was dimly lit with the night lamp and I indeed looked gorgeous as I looked down at my curvy 30-year-old plump body. I took his senseless hand and placed it on my naked firm mammaries. The feel of his warm hand on my naked boob flesh definitely eased some of my ecstatic pain, but to my hard luck he was so, so heavily drunk that he was not able to do anything on his own!

I whispered and called him a few times, pushed him, jerked him but was aware not to make too much ado because I did not want Ram to wake up obviously. I got up from my lying posture and sat beside him and got myself in an extremely sexy posture and swayed and pressed my milk-filled hanging boobies on his face. It indeed gave me a lot of coziness and thrill as my naked tits brushed and pressed against Vinay’s nose and lips. I even took his hand and placed it directly on my nangi choot and enjoyed the feel. And lastly I opened his lungi knot and took out his rod. Unfortunately it was limp and had no strength. Still... a penis is a penis... its an all-time favorite to any married woman. I rubbed and caressed his meat, but was unsuccessful to raise it to my satisfaction. Despite my best efforts Vinay’s naked lund could only be semi-erect as he continued to remain in deep sleep. Frustrated and dejected, after sucking his lund after sometime I got up to bed and lying on the bed I self fingered myself.

The problem was now that after feeling, caressing and sucking my husband’s lund I was feeling hotter and felt impossible to put back my nighty. I remained nude, not a thread on my body, just beside my grownup son (though Harpal was there in between us)! As I looked at Ram’s face I instantly remembered the way he touched and groped me in the biology practical class last evening. I smiled and felt shy and escalated my fingering speed about my choot. After sometime as I felt sleepy I decided to wear something... if Ram wakes up to go to toilet he will find me in this complete naked state; moreover the window of the room was also open; my neighbor could also peep to a scene of his lifetime! I smiled to myself and wore my nightly but pulled it up to my waist as I was feeling very hot wearing it keeping my gorgeous, naked, rotund thighs uncovered. I did not know when I fell asleep with my finger inside my cunt....!



Next morning as I in the kitchen I noticed Ram got up early and he started studying probably for the class test that he had that day. Vinay had left the house prior to that and now-a-days he did not even talk to me; he always remained agitated, irritated and disturbed! Initially I tried to console him, but seeing his rough attitude and inclination to drinking, I decided to remain aloof. Last week he did mention to me that he might get a job by the end of this month but that would be overseas…. some place called Dubai or some Dhabi and he would send money from there. Hearing that I realized that I had to take care of my sons myself; Vinay would be of no help.

Harpal was still sleeping though he had a round of milk feeding in the morning. Myself and Ram had completed our breakfast when Ram came to me looking a bit confused.

Me: Kya hua? Lessons complete?

Ram: Mummy… err... kya bataun... I am getting confused with the terms…

Me: Kaun sa terms? The ones you studied last evening for the test?

Ram: Yes mom… when I am reading the books I can remember... but as soon as I try to memorize by heart... they are jumbling up!

Me: But Chacha-ji explained you so thoroughly yesterday... even you had the practical class with me and him... still you are....!!!

Ram: Wohi to problem hai mummy!

Me (confused slightly): I did not get you Beta!

Ram: Copy mei to terms hai… unke functions hai… types hai… but I am getting confused kaun sa kis ka hai… kaun sa male hai…kaun sa female hai… kaun sa main hai… kaun sa accessory hai…

Me: Oh! Tab to muskil hai… kiyu ki Chacha-ji to bazaar gaye hai and he said he will get late as he will drop the electric bill at one go and then return!

Ram: Oh no! Aj hi electric bill dene jana tha! What will I do now mummy? Test bhi to aji hai...

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I did not get the slightest hint that Ram was pretending such that he gets another opportunity to get closer to my plump and tempting feminine body.

Me: Are nehi nehi Ram.. kuch karte hai … don’t get nervous!

Ram: Mummy I am not nervous… I just need a brush up session… kal Chacha-ji jaise karwaye the.... then I am sure I will be able to remember everything. Things are just getting jumbled up.

Since Chacha-ji was not there I had to do something to help Ram. Though it was more of an honest effort to help my son, somewhere down my mind the fact remained that I was also unsatisfied and horny from yesterday (though much subsided after sleeping); and sensing this opportunity to get close to my son’s body (read a male body) my mind acted instantly. My blood as if started to gush through my vessels thinking of this golden prospect!

Though there was a second thought in my mind about getting deliberately naughty towards my innocent son, but the other flow was indeed more profound. What was the harm in getting closer to my son? Only yesterday I did it and did not feel any guilt about it. In fact the way my young lad touched, caressed and fondled me made me feel hot in a slightly different manner! I enjoyed it with a pinch of shyness, which is absent when my husband makes love to me. Its so open... gatting naked even does not make me feel shy in front of Vinay... but here just dropping my pallu made me feel red!

In no way I was trying to entice or lure him towards me.... I mean in a crude way.... by wearing a short or indecently provocative dress. I was just aiding in his biology lessons...
Yes, the way was definitely unique.... as advised by Chacha-ji! But I did not mind it.

If aiding in his lessons through my “bhari jawani” (as described by Chacha-ji) keeps my son away from cheap pornographic books, why not indulge him in that!

There was no second thoughts now in my mind and I was all set to proceed. And there was no harm in trying it on my own... without Chacha-ji’s guidance!

Ram: Mummy... ekbar fir se kar dene se mujhe lagta hai saari yaad aa jayegi…

Me: Okay Beta... okay... will do that... just like yesterday... if that helps you to remember your lessons... will do that!

Ram (visibly looking overjoyed): O really Mummy! Thanks a ton! I will bring my biology notebook right away!

Ram was more than overjoyed and he rushed out of the room. I quickly checked myself in the mirror. I was wearing the housecoat, which I generally wear in the morning over my nighty to look decent, as Chacha-ji and Haria come downstairs; moreover I also go in front of the Doodhwala and the sabji-wala. Since at that time Haria was busy with Sanjay (Chacha-ji’s handicapped son) and would not come down and the Doodhwala and the sabji-wala had already visited, I felt safe to disrobe my housecoat. That way I definitely looked sexier as the curves of my voluptuous body was evident through my thin pink nighty. I smiled to myself patting my naughtiness.


Me: Come to this room Ram... then I can keep an eye on Harpal also.

Ram: Okay mom... coming.

As he entered the room with his notebook in his hand, I softly closed the door. Obviously I wanted to be “safe” doing this practical class. Thankfully Ram was not surprised seeing me without the housecoat as he was habituated seeing me in my nightdress in the house.

Me: School jane mei abhi time hai... to pura cheez thik se dekh lena... taki pura yaad aa jaye!

Ram: Ji mummy... I will follow the notebook.

Me: Notebook? Par you should follow yesterday’s practical class... as guided by Chacha-ji... isn’t it?

Ram: Ha ha mummy... par book dekhna zaroori hai for the terminology....

Me: Okay, okay. Par ek cheez... abhi to Chacha-ji tumhe nehi milnge.... aur mujhe bhi kuch khaas malum nehi ye sab ke bare mei... to Beta... tumhe apne aap hi karna padhega ye practical class...

Ram: Ha mummy... kar lunga mai.... tum sirf saath dena kal jaise... taki mujhe yaad rakhne mei asani ho.

Me: Sure Beta. So... can we... I mean... can we start?

Was I getting impatient? I could easily feel my heart racing a bit and I was exhaling warm breaths already in anticipation and some nervousness!

Ram: Ji.... ji Mummy!

I could easily note that Ram was eyeing my firm round boobs as he conversed with me. My nighty was slightly tight round my bosom due the firmness and the fullness of my breasts. Also while checking myself in the mirror I adjusted my nighty so that Ram could clearly have an eyeful of my wheat-colored sweaty cleavage. Definitely exposing that I looked more attractive.

And when I noted his eyes I could clearly catch his excitement and eagerness eyeing my sexy boobs. The keenness and commitment in his eyes really impressed me! I blushed within myself and took a few steps and stood by the bedside.

Ram: Mummy... what I will try to do is... I will name the organs without seeing the book... locate them... (he cleverly avoided saying “on my body”) ....and tell their function and then move onto the next.

Me: Okay, par pata kaise chalega ke tu thik bol raha hai ke nehi?

Ram: You check the copy naa...

I thought for a second and instantly realized that this could be an excellent ploy to avoid direct eye contact with my son during the embarrassing (=exciting) touching session! I instantly grabbed the idea.

Me: Yes, yes... that’s a good idea. I will know if you are telling correctly or not.

Ram: Aur Mummy... you will not find it difficult as Chacha-ji hamesha English terms ke bagal mei Hindi likh dete hai for my understanding....

Me: Oh... tab to koi pareshani ki baat nehi hai... give me the copy.

Ram came closer and handed me the notebook. I could realize that my breathing was getting faster as I had never done anything of this sort prior with my son and that too so ‘consciously’!

Ram: Mujhe confusion female wale me hi zyada ho raha hai... shall I start with that?

Me: Okay...

Ram was standing just a foot away from me – enough close to me. Ram was tall for his age and he was almost as tall as me. I could see his chest going up and down inside his T-shirt. I rested on the bedside with my heavy ass pressing against it while I held the copy in my hand.

Ram: The female reproductive system consists of... consists of.... a pair of ovaries, oviduct, uterus, cervix, and... and....

Me (quickly picking up from his notes): Hmm... yes.... ab tak to sab thiki bola hai... what is the other one?

Ram: Ha... one sec Mummy... yehi yaad nehi aa raha hai... Umm... err... I feel... and... and penis?

Me: Penis!

I almost shrieked and taken aback by my son’s innocent mishmash!

Me: Are Beta... lun.... mera matlab... pe... penis to male organ hai...

Ram: Par mummy... kal to Chacha-ji... dikhaya naa..... aapka waha par (indicating my choot area) penis hai...

I was baffled at his jumbling up! I really did not expect that he would mix up things like that.

Me: Hey bhagwan... you have mixed it totally!

Ram: Par mummy practical mei to Sir aise-hi bole the!


Me: Nehi! (firmly) Yaad karo Beta...

He again looked blank and was scratching his head. I thought it wise to repeat what Chacha-ji had done yesterday.

Me: Let me repeat what Chacha-ji yesterday did... okay? Matlab err... jo practical class wo kiye thhe wo!
Ram (evidently looked keen and sparkling again): Yes yes mummy... you repeat the practical class.... then I think I will be able to recollect!

Me: Okay... then as per your notes... pehle mai male reproductive organ dikhata hoon...

Ram: Okay Mummy.

Me: Paas aa... (Ram stepped forward) Ha... yaha khada rahe... here...

Saying that I took the copy in my left hand and extended my right hand to grab his penis under his half pant. As soon as I touched his small penis over his pant, my whole body as if shivered and I felt I was not touching my son’s dick, but rather was touching an unknown man’s dick!

Me (almost in a trembling voice): Here... this is the penis Beta... it’s in your body... not mine... matlab... it’s a part of the male system...Remember now? .

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Ram: Oh yes Mummy... as soon as you touched it... I remembered... yesterday I held Chacha-ji’s linga... that’s the penis... Right! Right! I forgot that!

I was glad that Ram could recall his lessons properly.

Ram: I can recollect now... penis and testes.

By that time another thing was overriding me in all respect– the fact that I was holding my son’s teenage-sized cock over his pants! His half pant was made up of thin fabric and I could clearly feel the whole shaft in my fingers and no doubt the meat it was growing in my hand!

Since at home Ram was naturally not wearing a chaddi under his half-pant and this made things worse for me! I could have a more naked feel of his lund getting hard in my fingers! I breathed heavily and could note my heart was beating faster. I noted Ram’s lips were parted probably due to a heavenly feeling as I continued to feel the full size of his young small dick.

I could easily distinguish that I was getting naughtier in my mind and my horny state was striking back!

Me: Right... and here are the testes...

So saying I extended my fingers further inside his pants and held his balls. Ram almost quivered at my mischief and to add more “masti” to it I gently squeezed his balls in my palm!

Ram: Aaaahhh... mummy! What are you doing?

Me (giggling naughtily): Why? What happened? (as if I did not know what was going on in his young body) ... just like yesterday.... I located your testes....

Ram: Ye... yes... par... err... I mean... I am... (gasping a bit) ...I am getting ti... tickled...

Me: Oh! So that’s another place apart from your armpits that you feel tickled! Didn’t know that...

I smiled naughtily. Ram also tried to smile seeing me getting open with him.

Me: Hmm... do you feel tickled here also?

So saying I traced my fingers back on his semi-erect dick. Now I could feel it was quite hard and erect... almost 4-4.5 inches tall... thankfully it was not slim and I naturally got more “fun” holding my son’s erect dick!

Ram: No...err... mera matlab... ye behtar mummy! Waha haat dene se bahut gudgudi hoti hai...

Oh God! Was my son trying to hint me to massage his cock? Was he trying to indicate his mom to rubdown his young energetic penis?

Me: I see!

I straightway started massaging his semi-erect lund a bit... still over his half pant. I was also naturally feeling excited and pumped up and for my own frustrated horny state, I started indulging him heavily into this indecent act.

Hence, unsurprisingly, I naughtier idea struck me!

Me: Par Ram... sirf naam bolne kaise chalega? Chacha-ji jaise describe kar rehe the... wo bhi to batao...

As I was conversing with him I was holding onto (read gently massaging) his semi-erect dick and now slowly I could notice that Ram was also feeling uncomfortable because after all a woman was holding onto his dick constantly!

Ram: Err... ha Mummy... a penis is like a... is like a small rod... hanging... I mean... hanging outside the male body... with... err... with two balls... I mean... pouches suspended below it...

Me: Are ye kya soch soch ke... ruk ruk ke bola raha hai! Kal hi to practical hua... aj bhul gaya?

Ram: Err... ha Mummy... par... kal mai to sirf Chacha-ji ka pakda tha... unke chaddi ke upar se! Dekh nehi paya!



Me: Nehi! (firmly) Yaad karo Beta...

He again looked blank and was scratching his head. I thought it wise to repeat what Chacha-ji had done yesterday.

Me: Let me repeat what Chacha-ji yesterday did... okay? Matlab err... jo practical class wo kiye thhe wo!
Ram (evidently looked keen and sparkling again): Yes yes mummy... you repeat the practical class.... then I think I will be able to recollect!

Me: Okay... then as per your notes... pehle mai male reproductive organ dikhata hoon...

Ram: Okay Mummy.

Me: Paas aa... (Ram stepped forward) Ha... yaha khada rahe... here...

Saying that I took the copy in my left hand and extended my right hand to grab his penis under his half pant. As soon as I touched his small penis over his pant, my whole body as if shivered and I felt I was not touching my son’s dick, but rather was touching an unknown man’s dick!

Me (almost in a trembling voice): Here... this is the penis Beta... it’s in your body... not mine... matlab... it’s a part of the male system...Remember now? .

Ram: Oh yes Mummy... as soon as you touched it... I remembered... yesterday I held Chacha-ji’s linga... that’s the penis... Right! Right! I forgot that!

I was glad that Ram could recall his lessons properly.

Ram: I can recollect now... penis and testes.

By that time another thing was overriding me in all respect– the fact that I was holding my son’s teenage-sized cock over his pants! His half pant was made up of thin fabric and I could clearly feel the whole shaft in my fingers and no doubt the meat it was growing in my hand!

Since at home Ram was naturally not wearing a chaddi under his half-pant and this made things worse for me! I could have a more naked feel of his lund getting hard in my fingers! I breathed heavily and could note my heart was beating faster. I noted Ram’s lips were parted probably due to a heavenly feeling as I continued to feel the full size of his young small dick.

I could easily distinguish that I was getting naughtier in my mind and my horny state was striking back!

Me: Right... and here are the testes...

So saying I extended my fingers further inside his pants and held his balls. Ram almost quivered at my mischief and to add more “masti” to it I gently squeezed his balls in my palm!

Ram: Aaaahhh... mummy! What are you doing?

Me (giggling naughtily): Why? What happened? (as if I did not know what was going on in his young body) ... just like yesterday.... I located your testes....

Ram: Ye... yes... par... err... I mean... I am... (gasping a bit) ...I am getting ti... tickled...

Me: Oh! So that’s another place apart from your armpits that you feel tickled! Didn’t know that...

I smiled naughtily. Ram also tried to smile seeing me getting open with him.

Me: Hmm... do you feel tickled here also?

So saying I traced my fingers back on his semi-erect dick. Now I could feel it was quite hard and erect... almost 4-4.5 inches tall... thankfully it was not slim and I naturally got more “fun” holding my son’s erect dick!

Ram: No...err... mera matlab... ye behtar mummy! Waha haat dene se bahut gudgudi hoti hai...

Oh God! Was my son trying to hint me to massage his cock? Was he trying to indicate his mom to rubdown his young energetic penis?

Me: I see!

I straightway started massaging his semi-erect lund a bit... still over his half pant. I was also naturally feeling excited and pumped up and for my own frustrated horny state, I started indulging him heavily into this indecent act.

Hence, unsurprisingly, I naughtier idea struck me!

Me: Par Ram... sirf naam bolne kaise chalega? Chacha-ji jaise describe kar rehe the... wo bhi to batao...

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As I was conversing with him I was holding onto (read gently massaging) his semi-erect dick and now slowly I could notice that Ram was also feeling uncomfortable because after all a woman was holding onto his dick constantly!

Ram: Err... ha Mummy... a penis is like a... is like a small rod... hanging... I mean... hanging outside the male body... with... err... with two balls... I mean... pouches suspended below it...

Me: Are ye kya soch soch ke... ruk ruk ke bola raha hai! Kal hi to practical hua... aj bhul gaya?

Ram: Err... ha Mummy... par... kal mai to sirf Chacha-ji ka pakda tha... unke chaddi ke upar se! Dekh nehi paya!

Me: Oho Ram... burbak jaise baat mat kar! Ye tera penis.... khud ka hi to hai... dekh le aur bata... simple!

So saying I just did not give him any chance and kept the copy (that I was holding in my one hand) on the bed and with my two hands quickly opened the center button of his half-pant (near his navel) and pulled the zip down to reveal his naked young dick!

My eyes as if lit up seeing his nanga lund which was stiff and standing quite proudly and Ram naturally stood foolishly not knowing what to do! The size was not bad! As soon as I freed Ram’s cock from the fringes of his half-pant, it quickly stood taller and at this young growing age it was at least 4.5 inches in his erect state.

As I looked up Ram’s face was red. He knew that he was excited and his dick was saying it all. It was hard like a rock now getting uncovered and the very view of my son’s naked dick dangling in the air made me “thirsty” to suck it!

It was so long.... days.... months that I had not taken my husband’s khada 7 inch thick tall cock in my mouth! He used to writhe on the bed naked while I pressed my big naked boobs on his thighs and sucked his manhood heavily. I used to take it fully in my mouth and the tip of his dick pushed inside my throat chocking me but satisfying me to the hilt! Even I remember one day out of my horniness when he was cleaning the ceiling fan standing on the table and seeing the sight of his dangling cock through his lungi I felt so horny that I got up on the table and threw his lungi off and took his lund in my mouth and sucked it till he masturbated!

This was our relation.... but Alas! Gone are those days! Yesterday night the way I failed to get his cock erect made me very frustrated and though I sucked his semi-erect cock for long, it was pretty much displeasing and disappointing! And if Vinay happens to get the overseas job, there was no way I could get back those merry thrilling days... not even 1% of it now that we had two sons! Regrettably!

Was I trying to establish to my mind that I should look for alternative cock-sucking opportunities? And was Ram, my grownup well built son an option?




Ram: Mummy... what are you doing? Err...koi aa jayega to?

Me: Chop! Kaun ayega? Main door to band hai! Aur ghar ke darwaze bhi to bandh hai!

Ram: Errr... still Mummy... aise apna lun... err... mera matlab... aise apna linga nikalke kaise khada rahunga mai?

Me: Kiyu? Kal mai bhi to khadi thi tere liye... tere practical class mei...

Ram: Par wo to tum sari peheni huyi thi....

Me: Kaha re? Pallu girake kya mai khadi nehi thi tere aur Chacha-ji ke samne?

Ram: Ha par... mai to...

Me (in a stern voice): Chupchap khada reh aur lessons bol...

Ram: Ji... (now looking down at his own naked penis which was dangling slightly in the air as it was getting stiffer) Err... pe... penis is a lo... long shaft... cylindrical in shape and... and looks somewhat like a banana.... and there are two small soft balls called testes just below it located within a pouch called scrotum.

Me (still holding onto Ram’s dick in my right hand): Hmm... good!

I pretended as if I had knowledge about his lessons but actually was more keen to just enjoy my son’s hardened cock in my hand. The skin touch feel was just awesome! The warm and taut texture of the skin covering his manhood made me quiver in excitement. My big boobs were going up and down inside my nighty and I as bent down slightly to hold his penis properly, my creamy sweaty cleavage got more vividly exposed to Ram which he was obviously enjoying to stare at with thirsty eyes. I also noted that my heavy milk-tanks strained on my nighty fabric making my gbang-sized nipples prominent through them which made me look increasing sexy.

Ram: That’s all about the male reproductive system Mummy... now am coming to the female part.

Me: Hmm...

Honestly I did not feel like talking much, but I was more focussed on action! I was slowly but constantly massaging and pressing Ram’s cock in my palm and caressing the foreskin with my thumb very gently so that he could take that and not get too much excited by my naughty adult prank. It was more than evident from his face and breathing pattern that Ram was feeling increasingly uncomfortable, but I was in no mood to release his cock from my grip!

Ram (gasping a shade): The female reproductive system consists of... as I already said Mummy.... ovaries, oviduct, uterus, cervix, and... and... (twisting his lips) ..and...

Me: And what?

Ram: Kya tha term... va ... va... err... mera matlab... Hindi mei bolu?

Me: Bol...

Ram: Jounang.... Mummy... Jounang!

Me: Hmm... to phir ye bata ke... err.. ke...mera jaunang kaha hai?

Ram obviously was not expecting such a bold and direct question from my side, myself being such a conservative old-fashioned and shy natured woman!

He looked blank and his lips parted in amazement probably. I just pressed hard on his naked cock and repeated the question indulging him to be physical with me!


Me: Mera jaunang kaha hai?

Ram: Err... waha Mummy... err... mera matlab... waha... nighty ke niche (indicating through his eyes at my pelvis).

Ram probably realized that I wanted him to touch my genitals and gathered courage and advanced his hand towards my nighty-covered crotch! And he naturally located the wrong place, much upwards, right on my ‘bush’!

Me (as he placed and brushed his fingers on my thick tuft of choot hairs over my nighty): Kal kya Chacha-ji ye jagah dikhaye thhe?

Ram (timidly): Ji... ji Mummy!

I could sense that Ram was trying to utilize this opportunity of touching my private part judiciously. He not only pressed his fingers over my nighty on my thick tuft of choot hairs, he was in fact trying to push his fingers deep into my choot hairs caressing them!

It tickled me... but it felt so, so good! I giggled shamelessly and blushed too at my son’s adult mischief!

Yesterday since I was wearing a sari when Ram touched my crotch, the feel was obviously not so apparent and exciting because that time I was wearing my petticoat and panty below my sari, but today I was clad only in my nighty was not wearing anything inside. So the feel was extremely sensuous and naturally excited me quite substantially. My eyes as if got closed as Ram subtly rubbed and caressed my choot hairs over my dress! My grip on his naked cock automatically strengthened and I gripped his nanga khada lund harder. Ram he was a young lad and naturally it was a bit too much for him to take at a time! I noticed he shuffled and pushed his buttocks backwards in the pretext of getting rid of my tight grip on his naked cock. But I was feeling like a hungry tigress today and was in no mood to release his rod.

Me: You are pointing a wrong place Beta! Its... err... its more downwards...

Ram: O! That’s why Mummy... am unable to find the slit! Yesterday when I touched you over your sari... when I pressed hard....I felt your slit!

My face got instantly red in embarrassment listening to my son.

Ram: You’regarding right! It’s more downwards...

So saying he just slid his hand down over my smooth nighty and making me almost moan and gasp located my honey pot! I could as if feel Ram’s naked fingers on my choot! Was my nighty especially thin down my genital area? God knows! Though Ram was a youngster, he was matured enough to know to poke his finger onto my choot as soon as he located it which by this time naturally was quite moist and slippery!

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhahhhhhhhh..... Dhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeerrreeeeeeeeee!

I could not stop myself from gushing out a long soft moan. I parted my rotund legs a bit so that my pussy was more exposed to Ram’s fingers! I could sense my smooth fleshy thighs had also started to emit heat in my (s)excitement.

Ram: Oh Mummy! Now I remember... yes... now I remember... the main female organ is the vagina! Vagina!

I could not stop smiling at my son even at that excited compromised state! No sooner than he touched my choot, my son was able to verbalize the term!

Ram: And... today actually I can feel your vagina Mummy... yesterday mai to thik se feel bhi nehi kar paya tha...

Me: Kal mai sari jo peheni huyi thi...

Ram: Ji... today I can clearly feel the slit Mummy!

So saying he again pushed one of his fingers into my honey pot over my nightly, but this time more crudely with some force! The feeling naturally was extremely sexy, more so because I was continuously holding onto Ram’s erect hard dick.

Me: Uffffff....... Sssshhhhhhhhh..... dheere Beta!

Ram: Kya Mummy! Mai to dheerei ungli dala hoon aur tum itni zor se uff kar rahi ho! (paused) Mujhe dekho... tum to mujhe kab se aise kass ke pakad ke rakhhi ho... maine kuch bola?

Me (giggling sexily): Tera kya pakad ke rakhha hoon mai?

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Ram: Mera lund... aur kya?

Ram (quickly correcting himself): Oops! Sorry mom, mera linga!

Me (pleased seeing his innocence): Mera achha Beta!

Honestly, this was probably the first time I did not dislike hearing “lund” from my son’s mouth. I giggled again. Seeing no objection from my end, Ram continued to slowly finger my pussy over my dress and I also was enjoying this direct caressing on my love spot quite handsomely. I felt like closing my eyes and going to bed as I continued to massage my son’s khada lund and just at that moment I felt drops of precum oozing out of Ram’s cock!

Ram probably realizing that it would be very tough for him to hold back things the way I was sexually arousing him, reverted back to the lessons!

Ram: Mummy... err... can I continue with the next part of my lessons?


I was almost completely oblivious about the lessons part and got back to my senses and immediately released his lund from my grip (probably after full 5 minutes)!

Me: Oh! Ha ha... mai to bhul hi gayi thi! Zaroor! Zaroor!

I shuffled a bit and pressed my heavy gaand on the bedside to remain normal as much as possible though my breathing was much faster now and my nipples were erect inside my dress! I noted Ram licked his dry lips probably seeing my bra-less round mammaries jiggling and swaying inside my nighty in a very sexy manner as I shuffled.

Ram: Mummy, we completed the main reproductive organs of male and female... penis and vagina....now the accessory organs.

Me: Hmm...

Ram: The first of the accessory organs is the lips aur uska definition hai... umm... yes... lips are two fleshy folds that surround the opening of the mouth.

Me: Umm... (I tried to say Hmm... but resultant was Umm!)

Ram: And Mummy.... the function of the lips are... err... yes... kissing.... umm... smooching... and... and sucking.

I looked down at his khada lund. Ram could have easily put his erect cock back in his pants and buttoned it, but he did not do so. He was standing with his pant buttons open and his naked erect cock standing tall outside his pant cover. Did he do that deliberately to keep me absolutely attentive towards him?

Me (murmured in my mind): No, no! How come that is possible! He has proved his innocence at every step!

My motherly love was still camouflaging my son’s naughty indecent moves.

Seeing his naked dick I again longed to grab it! Though it was small and not up to a matured woman’s satisfaction, but it was hard and erect meat, which no married woman could ignore! Simultaneously I realized how much horny I had remained inside due to the “separation” from Vinay that I was even longing for my son’s young cock!

As I continued to breathe heavily and eyed his small but erect prick, I could perceive my internal inclination to get close to my son’s body! And, just then an idea clicked in my mind!

Me: Ram... umm... ek baat bata... kal tun-e Chacha-ji ko bola ke tu k-a-y-i b-a-a-r dekha hai ke tere papa ko mujhe gale lagate hua... kitni bar dekha hai re tu tere papa ko aise karte huye?

Ram: Recent times mei to nehi Mummy... par bhai (=Harpal) aane se pehle to zaroor dekha hoon...

Me: Par aisa kya dekha hai ke tu Chacha-ji ko bolne gaya!

Ram: Sir ko to jhoot nehi bol sakta naa Mummy... Tum hi bolo!

Me: Nehi... wo baat to thik hai... par... ek-adh bar gale lagane to aam baat hai Beta!

Ram: Kya Mummy.. tum shayad bhool gayi... mai uss room mei padhta tha... tum mere samne baithi rehti thi.... aur papa kaam se wapas aake mujhe poochte the ke school mei aj kya hua... aur tumhare paas aate the...baat karte karte tumhe gale lagate the... tumhare gaal pe kiss karte the... tum bhi wapas kiss karti thi... bhool gayi?

As Ram vividly described my hay days and I tried to visualize those days, I could unmistakably sense a plus in my sensuous excitement and naturally a greater urge to get physically close to my son!

Me: Haa..Nehi... err... mera matlab... tere papa kya sirf mujhe gale lagate the? Wo to tujhe bhi kiss karte the, gale lagate the...

Ram: Wo mai kab inkaar kiya Mummy!

Me (smiling): Par tumhe zyada pyar karte the Papa... tumhe gale lagale sift gaal pe nehi... chori chori hoth bhi chumte the... mai dekha hoon!

I blushed; though at that time we thought Ram was not noticing the details of our intimacy!

Ram: Aur Mummy... Papa to tumhare mamme bhi bar bar dabate the...mai dekha hoon...

Me (smiling as well as heavily blushing): Aur kuch?

Ram: Haa... aur tum jab apne aap ko Papa se chhudake bistar se utarti thi... wo tumhare gaan.. err... mera matlab... tumhari nitamb bhi dabate the aur tum jab kitchen chali jati thi to waha to ek-ek din tumhe godd mei bhi lete the!

Me: Dhat! Kya kya bol raha hai! Tu to yaha padhta tha! Tu kaise dekha?

I was now terribly embarrassed hearing all the details of our intimate moments from my son!

Ram: Kya Mummy... tum bhi naa... kitchen to dikhta hai yaha se aur upar se tum itni uff-aff karti thi to mera dhyan to udhar chala hi jata tha naa!

Me: Hmm... samjha!

Ram: Par ye bhi to bolo Mummy... ketab thik se dekha tha... iss liye jake aj ye lessons padhne mei madat hua mera!

Me: Okay okay... ek number ki chalu puria! Bahut bol liya! (I paused a little) okay... let me check then... kitna dekha tha tab... aur kitna sikha hai aj...


Ram looked puzzled for a moment at my comment; he was unable to read my next naughty move.

Me: Le-ta hoon tera ek practical class... abhi pata chal jayega!

Ram: Practical class...? On what Mummy? Accessory reproductive organs ke upar? Lips? Breasts?

Me: Err... Umm... Ha! Ye bhi keh sakta hai tu... Lips aur breasts... Hmm... Chal bata... lips ke function kya hai?

Ram seemed more enthusiastic now (his eyes sparkled and as if his dick stretched out more) probably anticipating that he could get more close to my body than he probably anticipated!

Ram: Kissing, smooching aur sucking.

Me: Cha... karke dikha! Bahut bol raha tha... papa ko ye karte hua dekha... wo karte hua dekha... abhi doodh ka doodh aur pani ka pani ho jayega!

As I spoke my voice trembled because I was all set now to get fully physical with my grownup son! I was in fact openly offering him to kiss my lips!

I looked momentarily at the closed door of the room and then turned to the baby who was still sleeping and all seemed to be set for me to go ahead!

Me (in a whispering tone): R-a-m... thoda paas aa!

I casually pulled Ram by holding his naked dangling dick which was poking out sexily out of his half-pant. He came closer within a foot of my body and since he was quite tall and almost my height, he probably felt shy and could not meet my eyes; he looked down. But I noted instantly that he was not looking at the floor but was rather eyeing my firm prominent boobs! As he was tall, naturally he was getting an extremely sexy bird’s eye view of my big-sized breasts under the cover of my nighty with my wheat-colored cleavage generously exposed for him and due to my internal heat, my nipples had also turned erect and bigger in size that normal and must have been traceable to Ram through the sheer fabric of my pink nighty.

As soon as my warm palm grasped his small naked cock, I could feel it was getting tauter, which was but natural! Ram breathed heavier, noticeably, and I noted that he licked his lips as they were unsurprisingly getting drier with me getting closer to him.

Me: Ky ahua Ram? Wait kiska kar raha hai? Practical karna hai ke nehi?

Ram: Ji, ji... Mummy! Err... Mummy... mera matlab... gaal pe karu?

Me: Loh! Khud hi bol raha hai... lips.... ab ye gaal kaha se aa gaya!

Ram: O... okay Mummy... err... mera matlab... (he was fumbling on every word) err...mai to tumhe... mera matlab... mai to tumhe.hotho pe pehle kabhi kiss nehi kiya naa iss liye...

I could understand Ram’s hesitation to kiss me directly on my lips, but my horniness and internal frustration were probably overriding all bindings of decency!

Me: Are buddhu! Fark kya hai? Tu to mujhe sau baar gaal pe kiss kiya hai... school jane se pehle... school se wapas aake... raat ko good night bolne ke samay... waise hi hoth pe kar.. bas!

Ram: Err... o... okay Mummy par... err... mera matlab...

Me: Kya? Bol na!

Ram: Err... Mummy.... what I am saying is... I mean... ek bar gaal pe rehearsal kar loon?

I could not just stop smiling at my son’s hesitation, his young age and immaturity was speaking for itself.

Me: Okay baba... thik hai... chal gaal pe hi kiss kar!

Ram giggled and nodded.

Me: Par waise machine ki tarah nehi... pehle mere bahon ko pakad...

Ram hesitatingly held my arms with his hands and now he was in a perfect position at my front to hug and kiss me.

Me: Ha... perfect! Like that...aur ab thoda aur paas aa...

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I just wanted to ensure that my firm round breasts started touching and pressing his flat little chest.

Me: Okay... ab kar...

I closed my eyes so that it was easier for Ram to kiss me like a male partner. I could sense Ram slowly advanced his mouth towards my face. I could perceive his warm quick breaths striking my face as he closed on my left cheek. I just pushed my heavy jiggling boobies so that they press adequately on his body to make things more ardent. It naturally worked for my son like any other male. His warm dry lips touched my smooth left cheek, his nose pushed on my soft cheek flesh, and he slowly started kissed me all over my cheek.

Though it was nothing new for me, innumerable times my son had kissed my cheeks, but today it was definitely different – the posture and the passion made it poles apart from all of the previous mother-son kisses. As I was still holding on to his nanga khada lund, naturally things heated up quickly. I could easily sense his fast heartbeats bumping onto my dense mammaries as he pressed and bent upon my body to get more and more feel of my sexy bra-less mammaries. I could perceive that Ram was grabbing my arms stronger as he continued to brush and press his lips on my smooth fleshy cheeks. Naturally my grip on his naked cock as I got kissed was also getting tighter!

Me (opening my eyes): Hua tera rehearsal?


Ram giggled and just nodded.

Me: Ab hotho ko kiss kar!

I closed my eyes so that it was easier for him to gather the courage to kiss his mother on her lips! His warm breaths were continuously striking my nose, cheeks and chin, but his lips were yet to touch mine. Ram probably was inspecting and admiring the beauty of my pink fleshy lips. I blushed within myself thinking of that and just then felt Ram’s thin lips closing on mine! He was a complete tyro in lip kissing and just pressed his lips on my full lips and echoed the kissing sound and removed his lips.

Me (obviously irritated): Ye kya hua?

Ram: Kiyu Mummy... I kissed your li... lips!

Me: Ye kis kism ka kiss hai Ram? Sirf apne lips mere lips pe dabana! Bas!

Ram was still extremely close to my body; he was holding my arms and my breasts were also pressing lightly on his chest and I was still holding onto his erect tight cock. I wondered how long could he hold his juices and aisa na ho ke my son shags in my hands!

Ram: O... ha ha! Iss liye Sir bole the ke kissing and sucking though different terms go together...Right! Right!

So saying, not giving me any chance to react or reply, he just closed on his lips on my half-open lips and started gently sucking my lower lip!

Me: Are.... wait... Umm... Umm....

I was not at all prepared for this, but honestly did not felt bad as I found my lower lip being eagerly sucked by Ram. I was being lip-locked after such a long time! Though the fact remained that Ram was extremely nervous and scratchy in his kissing, still I felt as if I was at the seventh heaven! He was sucking my wet lower lip and must have been enjoying the sweet juice of my lips to the hilt as I found his body pressing more and more on my chest trying to extract the sensuous feel of my bra-less tight tits under my nighty. I was longing to be kissed harder and hence gripped his cock tighter so that Ram was forced to chew on my lower lip. As I gently exerted additional pressure on his naked cock through my palm and fingers, results started to show immediately!

Ram’s hormones started to flow and he started to gnaw my lower lip with his lips. I also supported him my closing my wet upper lip on his lips and moistened his lips with my tongue making a perfect lip-lock!

The experience was just awesome and seemed to be endless!

My eyes remained closed but it was Ram who terminated the kiss as he must have been in utter discomfort being too much turned on as I was continuously massaging his naked dick. He obviously liked it but did not want to get into a situation where it becomes impossible for him to hold onto his juices. Hence he gently pushed my hand off of his naked cock and took some deep breaths to keep his calm.

Ram: Mummy... was it okay this time?

Me: Hmm... good ...Ram Beta... it was good.... (I almost whispered)

Ram: Thank you Mummy... (shyly) err... Mummy... I mean... your lips are very soft and sweet...

Since Ram was almost hugging me during the kiss and unsurprisingly I was breathing quite faster, my nighty had slipped down a bit off my shoulder towards the front and now more of my sexy cleavage and boob flesh was exposed to my son and I noted that Ram was also eyeing that.

Me: To aage se kya kiss karke school jayega? (I looked naughtily at him) Gaal ya hoth?

He smiled looked shyly at the floor and the answer was naturally very clear!

Me: Good... Par ek cheez ka dhyan rakhna Beta...

Ram: Kya Mummy?

Me: Ye sabke samne nehi karna... aur kisi ko bhi batana nehi.. and I want you to promise that!

Ram: Promise Mummy....promise.

Me: Good... and since you promised me... I can allow you a gift.

Though Ram was young but he was matured enough to gather what I wanted to offer!

Ram: Can I err... Mummy... can I kiss you again?

Me: Neki aur pooch pooch! (I murmured within myself) Zaroor! (loudly)

Ram did not wait a moment and again gripped my arms and this time he seemed more confident and grabbed my arms up, in fact above my elbows almost near my armpits! This actually paved way for him to create more pressure on my figure and my round fleshy ass got more and more pressed against the bedside as he bent upon my body to kiss me again. I could immediately taste his salty saliva as he started sucking my lower lip, this time from the very beginning taking it fully inside his mouth!

My breathing was getting faster and faster - not only due to my lip-lock, but as I sensed Ram was extending his fingers (holding my arms) onto the sides of my dense breasts also! My nipples immediately got hard as I felt male hands on my tits! Though apparently it did not seem very deliberate because the place he was holding my arms were just adjacent to my bust-line, but Ram could not fool a matured married woman like me about his naughty advances!

But honestly the sensation was t-o-o much for me because Ram’s thin fingertips pressing the sides of my boobs made me feel extremely elated, more so because simultaneously I was being kissed and I was also holding onto his nanga khada lund! Ram kissed me harder as he sucked out the last drop of my lip’s sweet juice and by this time he was also pressing his legs on my warm rotund thighs over my dress. I also kissed him in return sucking his salty lips adequately which must have given him extreme full satisfaction.

When we terminated the lip-lock and looked at each other, our faces turned red in natural shame probably considering our relation!

Me: Relation jaye bhad mei! (I murmured within myself)

I was thirstier now and wanted more, and more!

Ram: Thank you Mummy for your gift... it ... it was very, very nice!

Me (panting and moaning): Aaaaaaaah... Ummmmmmmm... yes...

I took a few seconds to gather myself.

Me: Ek baat bata Ram...

Ram: Kya Mummy!

Me: Ye jo tu itni badi badi baat kar raha tha kuch der pehle... mai ye dekha hoon Papa ko karte huye... mai wo dekha hoon Papa ko karte huye... kitchen mei ye dekha hoon... etc etc.

Ram: Ha Mummy... dekha to hoon!

Me: Wohi to keh raha hoon! Uska kuch namuna main dekhna chahta hoon!

Ram: Wo to aap dekh chuke Mummy... Papa to aap ko hi gale lagate the!

Me: Nehi nehi, wo to thik hai... par mujhe lagta hai... jab tere Papa mujhe pyar jatate the... tera ankh chubhta tha...

Ram smiled shyly again – still his eyes were roving on my bust-line and he was as if licking my exposed sexy cleavage with his thirsty eyes. I just noted that since my nipples were now fully erect and standing on my boob surface, Ram was probably eyeing them more and was craving to press and twist them!

Ram: Nehi nehi Mummy... aisi baat nehi hai...

Me: To phir kaisi baat hai Ram? Ye jo tu kal se keh raha hai... even Chacha-ji ke samne bhi kal tu kaha... k-a-y-i baar dekha hoon Papa ko tumhe gale lagate huye... (I paused and looked at his eyes directly) ...to ek-adh namuna to dikha mujhe!

Ram (a bit surprised probably at my open and direct demand): Namuna?

Me: Yes... tere Papa jo mujhe karte the... wohi! Dekhe to sahi kitna dekha hai tu!

Ram (smiling, realizing probably what his thirsty mother desired): Oh! Is mei kaun si badi baat hai Mummy! Abhi pesh karta hoon! Par... par .... uske liye tumhe thoda bistar pe baithna padhega...

Me: Jaise pehle hota tha... ke tu padhai karta tha aur mai tere samne baithti thi?

Ram: Ji...ji!

Me (smiling and appreciating young Ram’s matured approach): Hmm...

Ram: Aur phir Papa tumhare peeche se uss darwaze se aate the...

Me: Right!

The fact remained that it was getting increasing cumbersome for me to stand like in my elation after that back to back kisses. I could feel an urge to part my legs and open my pussy more and more, hence the proposal of sitting on the bed was a welcome option for me.

Ram: Take this copy Mummy... as if you are reading some magazine.

Me (again smiling): Good replication Ram...

I sat on the bed and took Ram’s lesson copy and leant forward significantly as if was reading the magazine as he suggested. I bent deliberately a bit more than required as I knew my nighty would create a sexy gap around my chest area providing unrestricted view of my heaving ample mammaries to Ram, who would stand behind me beside the bed.

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Ram acted his father and went behind me and stood there as if entering from the door behind me. I was jolly well sure that he would be able to easily peep into my nighty over my shoulder and exactly that happened.

Ram: Okay Mummy… now I will act like Papa… ‘Kiyu Ram! How was school today?’

Ram could view the sexy bulge of my two naked boobs inside my nightly and since I was not wearing a brassiere he could see right down to my nipples! Though he was standing behind, the very thought made me feel tighter.

He himself responded!

Ram: ‘It was fine Papa… I had a class test and got 8 out of 10’.

He again acted both parties.

Ram: ‘Good Ram! Keep it up! And what is the news at home front? All okay?’

I couldn’t stop smiling the way he was acting for both himself and his father!

Ram: ‘Papa, you can ask Mummy about that… she had a squabble with sabji-wala uncle today’.

He now portrayed Vinay.

Ram: ‘Kiyu! Kya hua dear? Ye sab sabji-wale doodh-wale ki muh kiyu lagti ho!’

So saying Ram closed down on me. He was standing by the bedside and I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He bent and bit towards me and circled his arms around my neck in a loving manner (just as my husband used to do). In the pretext naturally the front portion of his body touched and pressed on my peeth. And I could at once detect his prick standing tall inside his half-pant and was poking on my smooth back over my nighty. Since he was tall enough for a schoolboy, his whole body leaning against my back, his face was very near my face sideways, the feeling honestly was as if I was not held by a youngster, but my husband!

The very thought and Ram’s physical nearness made me feel tighter, my tits getting tauter, my thighs emitted as if more heat, my lips getting drier, and my pussy getting wetter and more slippery!

Ram: Are Mummy… tum bhi kich bolo reply mei…

I was honestly not in the mood of talking and was longing for more action.

Me: Tu hi bol de meri part…

Ram: Okay… (in a thinner voice imitating the female voice) ..’nehi ji… mera koi shawk nehi hai sabji-wale ki muh lagne ki… par wajan mei herapheri karega to bolunga naa...?’

Ram now started brushing his face on the sides of my face and his arms continued to encircle my neck. In fact his hands were provocatively dangling over my shoulder in front of my juicy boobs!

Ram: ‘Oho… ye to galat baat hai… sarasar cheating hai… tab to tum bilkul thik ki ho… meri rani!’

Pretending to be his father, Ram now kissed my right cheek though it was more of a licking rather than kissing! It was long and indeed excited me! I could feel his wet warm tongue licking my smooth chubby cheek giving me immense pleasure. I quickly removed my zulf over my face area so that he could get a more clear access to my face. Seeing that Ram kissed my left check also in the same manner – it was slow and more licking than just simply kissing my cheek! Ram indeed was picking up quickly what I wanted and I praised that in my mind with a sexy smile!

Ram: “Par meri rani… ye kya hua… yaha? (saying that he indicated to my earlobe (the soft area where women wear an earring) … lagta hai machhar kaat diya…’

I giggled and smiled appreciating Ram’s memory!

Ram: ‘... mai marham laga deta hoon meri rani.’

So saying he just slid his lips off my cheeks towards my ear and started kissing and sucking my earlobe!

Me: Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh………Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmm!

It was indeed such a quick acceleration for my elation once Ram pressed his warm lips on my ear! My personal secret was that I was heavily turned on if I was kissed on my ears and armpits and my husband knew that very well. Ram must have noted that when Vinay used to be close with me and today he was just imitating that, but for me it was like getting into cloud nice at one go!

I could not stop shuddering as Ram continued to kiss my ear, slowly but eternally…. His wet tongue moved about my small earlobe while his two warm lips pressed on my ear time and again giving me extreme exhilaration and goosebump all over my body! I breathed faster and was so turned on that I was compelled to turn my body a bit sideways so that my frontal body was more exposed to his hug. Seeing the opportunity and my compromised state Ram now shifted his hands which were encircling my neck and placed them on my backside (peeth). This action of Ram in fact opened the path for me for a face-to-face hug on bed with him! I removed my hands off his arms and embraced him with both hands pressing my big firm boobies on his chest. The feeling of my bra-less fleshy tits must have been superlative for him – to embrace a fully developed married woman in her 30s clad in a sheer nighty on bed must have made breathless for young Ram!

He just continued to suck and kiss my ear, rather both ears, one at a time, for another couple of minutes and then when he was entirely satisfied he removed his lips off my ears but by that time just like an adult male he had caressed my broad smooth peeth adequately over my dress with his hands starting from my shoulder sliding right down to my butt crevice!

Though Vinay used to kiss me in my ears at times in front of Ram, but since I got too much excited by that action I used to exit from the room in the pretext of preparing tea and Vinay followed me in the kitchen, but today I was in no mood to do anything like that but simply enjoyed my son’s actions on the bed and was craving for some more!

Me: Wah! (whispering) Tunne to kamala kar diya Ram… you copied your father so well!

Ram (gasping): Tha… tha… thank you mom….

His face was now quite close to my face – at a kissing distance – and I looked deep in his eyes. Ram probably felt shy and dropped his eyes. He was still embracing me with his hands on my peeth and my breasts were pressing on his chest.

Ram: Aur….aur ek cheez Papa often karte the…

Me (throwing away all shame and shyness): Wo bhi kar naa!

I knew jolly well what Ram was about to say; he was sure to mention breast fondling which Vinay habitually did even in front of Ram! And, honestly, I was feeling thirsty for that. The way I was excited now after being kissed on my lips and then on my ears by Ram, I desired some tight pressing on my taut boob flesh!

Ram: Jab bhi Papa tumhe kiss karte the… tumhare mamme bhi dabate the Mummy!

I pretended otherwise!

Me: Kahaa Ram! Jitna mujhe yaad hai… wo to peeche se aake mujhe thoda gale lagake tujhe bhi gale lagata tha… aur phir mai chaye banana chali jati thi… bas! Iss mei kab wo mere choochi dabate the?

Ram: Ha aisa bhi hota tha… par Mummy... bahut din ye bhi hua ke Papa ghar ke andar aaye aur bole ke ‘kya chal raha hai Ram’… aur mujhe ek kiss karke tumhare paas chale jate the aur timhe kiss karte the aur peeche se tumhare mamme dabate the….

Me (I had to be extremely shameless): Kaise?

Ram: Dikhayun?

Me: Dikha na!

Ram left me and took a few steps back. I quickly regained my sitting position and bent a little and loosened my nighty a bit in the front which thus created an adequate large gap at my chest area such that Ram could easily peep into my sexy naked mammaries inside my dress.

Ram: ‘Kya chal raha hai Ram’… ye bolke Papa mere paas aake phir tumhare paas jate the… thik?

Me: Phir?

Ram: Phir thoda jhuk ke tumhare shoulder pe apna muh rakhte the… aise…

So saying he came close and stood at my back and bent down and placed his chin on my shoulder.

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Ram (murmured): Wow!

I knew what the exclamation was for from my grownup son! Because as soon as he did that he placed his chin on my shoulder, he could clearly see right down my big firm tits which was a real bonus for him to view them naked from such close quarters! My fair chest area along with the bulge of my breast flesh and their size and how they looked and stayed inside my dress in a bra-less state were openly evident to him now. Ram was motionless for some moments and I could only hear his deep breathing as he continuously ogled at my boob treasure.

I was also breathing heavier as I was aware Ram was gawking at my tits. From the angle he was peeing into my mammaries he could easily estimate my exact boob size and how sexy they looked in their naked state! I wondered if he was able to see even my swollen and erect brown nipples also inside as I was now bending significantly more to provide him an enhanced view of my mast choochies!

Me: Ruk kiyu gaye? Tere papa kya aisa ruk jate the?

I giggled as I taunted my son.

Ram: Err... Nehi… nehi Mummy… tum utawle mat ho…Papa kaam se aye hai naa…. to thak gaye hai thoda…

I could not stop laughing at my son’s presence of mind and as I laughed out my big heavy breasts jiggled even more sexily inside my night for Ram to view.

Ram: Ab wo tumhe kiss karke tumhare mamme dabayenge…

Me: To kar naa!

I was naturally getting impatient! He now slowly pushed his face into my face and brushed his cheek on mine and then kissed my cheeks again. This time when he kissed my cheeks I noted that he hesitatingly slid his hands off my smooth arms towards my frontal part of the body and he touched my belly and gradually was planning to rise up! I shuddered in anticipation and started taking very deep breaths and my boobs swelled like anything inside my dress inviting Ram in an extremely sexy manner to be more proactive. Ram’s both hands felt my flat belly area and then touched the base of my big round boobs.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh……..

I was naturally getting completely shameless now and was more expressive. Ram kissed my left cheek and then my right cheek and his warm breaths and wet saliva was soaking my cheeks. It felt so, so good and erotic as he (like any matured male) brushed his lips and tongue on my smooth rosy cheeks. His lip action was definitely smarter and non-hesitant this time and I liked that very much. This time I was also proactive and longed to get lip-locked with my son. I knew Ram would not have the guts to kiss my lips and hence I lifted and turned my face in such an angle so that our lips met! Though he was somewhat hesitant and was probably more keen to press and squeeze my big tight breasts, I just pushed my full soft lips into his and he was forced to suck my fleshy lower lip. Once he got into groove Ram started sucking me hard and was extracting my sweet juice and the sensuous soft feel of my full wide lips must have kindled him quite a bit.

This time I did not have to guide him any more and his hands automatically rose up leaving the base of my heavy tits and grabbed both of my mammaries in his two hands (just like Vinay did) and started pressing them over my nighty feeling the firmness and roundedness of my fully developed tits.

Me: Uuuuuuuuuffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff....

I moaned quite loudly now expressing my sexual feelings now! As Ram was young his palms were not enough big-sized to hold my boobies completely, more so as they were milk filled and heavy, but he tried his best to cup them and squeezed my rubber-tight milk-jugs giving me heavenly pleasure. I realized that since Ram exercised regularly his grip had become quite strong and I really liked his grabs on my tight boob flesh though surely not as satisfying as my husband, but frankly I could not expect that from a young man like him!

After enjoying a long lip-to-lip kiss with Ram I started feeling the urge to kiss him in return. I waited patiently and as soon as he completed a round of sucking my lower lip and loosened his lips on mine, I took the opportunity and took out my lip from his and gently pressed his thin lower lip with my soft fleshy lips and started sucking it.

Ram: Mmmmmmmmmmmm...

Indeed it was extremely satisfying for a youngster like him to be lip-kissed by a plump full-grown woman like me. The pressure of Ram’s hands on my boobs immediately increased as soon as I kissed him and he squeezed my boob flesh more enthusiastically and strongly. At one point it really seemed to me that as if he was blowing some air horn (of a lorry) the way he was kneading my tits with both hands as I kissed his lips.

I was naturally losing control on myself as our saliva mixed in our mouth and as our tongues met! Our relationship had gone for a toss and enjoyment was probably the only criterion for me, a frustrated me, a deprived me!

As I continued to kiss his thin salty lips, I involuntarily guided my hands down from towards his crotch and slowly caught hold of his taut erect meat inside his pants. Ram’s cock was simply throbbing in excitement as I grabbed it by briskly opening his pant buttons and as soon as he felt my warm soft palms on his naked cock, he also started returning me increased pleasures! I could feel he kneaded my milk jugs stronger and by that time was able to trace my swollen hardened nipples inside my nighty and held them in between his fingers and twisted and rotated them taking me to the seventh heaven!

Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......

I shuddered in excitement and ecstasy in my son’s arms and my lips automatically parted as I moaned out loud. This actually enabled Ram to return me a kiss to me just as it happenes when two lovers meet! He took my juicy lower lip in his lips and returned a hot passionate kiss! He was indeed learning smartly!

As things progressed I was now almost half-lying on bed due to Ram’s body pressure on me from my original sitting position! Initially though he was at my back embracing me and caressing my belly and breasts, but as we remained lip-locked with each other more in long kisses, I automatically exposed more and more of my body front towards Ram thereby turning sideways on the bed and in fact at the present time I was in a perfect hugging posture with him with me almost lying under him!

I realized that I was indeed in an extremely compromised and weak position, for that matter it was true for any woman to be on bed like that, with a male. If it was Vinay or for that matter any other adult male, he would never let me go from this stance without striping me and grinding his cock inside my pussy. But Ram was my son and though he was grownup and had a good-sized well nourished cock for his age, I could never think in my wildest dream that he would screw me!

As seconds tickled, I noted Ram was throbbing in excitement getting to kiss, hold, caress and squeeze a voluptuous tight-figured woman like me. As he continued to feel my curvy figure under his body, he was abundantly cupping my bra-less bouncy boobs in his hands feeling the sexiness of my firm round boob flesh over the thin cover of my nighty. Thankfully he was not bold enough to put his hand inside my nighty to feel my completely naked full-sized tits. He was twisting my gbang-like nipples at his free will with his fingers making me shudder and moan and easily taking me to my peak with my honey-pot ready to release its juices! By that time I had also rubbed his penis so much in my ecstasy that I was able to trace its foreskin back completely revealing the smooth pink penis head! Ram indeed must have been having a trying exciting time to hold back his cum.

Though I treated Ram just like my husband on bed and got carried away enough crossing all levels of decency, morality and respectability landing up in this supreme compromised position, some good senses probably still prevailed in me. Afterall he was my eldest son and somewhere down my mind amidst all this passion and sexual thrill I had to obstruct and bring things to a close because I quickly realized that if I continue to indulge young Ram like this for a few more minutes for my own pleasure, he would surely gather the courage to strip me naked because my nighty was the only cover that I had on my 30-year old mast jawani. And though he was my son, he was a male first! The animal that lives in every male would override our relation status and he would surely go for the kill. And for me too it would be completely unmanageable not to take his cock inside once I get naked on bed!

I.... I had to do something….but the way Ram was feverishly kissing me and squeezing my firm breasts and pushing his full-length small dick in a to and fro fashion in my palm.... things were briskly slipping out of my hand. I was feeling so, so weak and was longing so much to get naked and lie down on bed from my half-lying posture and have Ram on top of me! I had to do something…. I had to do something!

My mind at last worked over my physically elated state! I applied the simplest method... probably the oldest technique by which a female can avoid a male jerking his semen in her honey-pot. I immediately started twisting and rubbing Ram’s cock so that he was forced to ejaculate. All this time I was just feeling his small young cock and was only caressing and massaging it so that it gets harder and harder to its fullest resilient state and I could feel that in my hand, but now just like an expert prostitute I was making things difficult for him so that he was compelled to masturbate! He had no other way to escape!

Ram: Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.... Uhhhhhhhhhhh.... Mmmmmuuuummmmmmmmyyyyyyy.....

Ram naturally felt very restless and had to terminate the kiss and was gasping for breath.

Poor boy!

Becharaa!

His face was red and his chest was going up and down very fast. He did not know what to do as he was on the verge of exploding! I noted that his young cock was dangling awkwardly and was all set to burst out its load! My palms were moistened and sticky with his precum! His hands were still holding onto my firm prominent breasts, but his penis had simply given up!

Ultimately realizing there was no other alternative for him, Ram whispered in my ears to be excused to go to the toilet. I obviously did not want to create a scene and land up in a position where Ram masturbates in my hand and hence let him go.

As he rushed towards the toilet, I took some deep long breaths and started tame my heat. I just lifted my nighty up my naked shapely legs and pushed my hand inside and fingered my fully wet and slippery choot.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Like Ram I was also at my peak and needed to shed my juices. I writhed in ecstasy as I released my juices. Though not 100% satisfying, it was definitely much more pleasing and assuring (after months of dryness) and I was more than contended with what I extracted from Ram today!

Afterall I was his mother and I had to be within my limits somewhere to maintain my respectability to my son; so taking the pretext and smokescreen of his lessons, what I could achieve today (without Chacha-ji’s help) was indeed fulfilling for me. I closed my eyes and lingered in the kissing and caressing that I received from Ram and self-fingered me till I released my juices.

I spent a significant time in the bathroom by striping myself and fingering my wet slippery pussy and self-massaging my naked curvy body especially my big succulent boobs and rubbing my heavy firm ass on the wall to feel comfortable. It was indeed a pretty satisfying session considering hat the dryness I was experiencing the last few months due to my husband’s virtual absence from my life. Though it was not a full fledged intercourse session that I was really dying for after childbirth, but yet I was satisfied the way things had shaped up with Ram. Somewhere down my mind I was also critical about myself since I consciously used Ram’s innocence and age-related curiosity to extract pleasures for satisfying my sexual urge. But it was also true that Ram was getting deviated and as Chacha-ji constantly knocked me saying that I had the most important role to play to set Ram back on the right track satisfying his age-related curiosities through my physical beauty and feminine attraction so that he did not feel the inclination to mingle with his dirty-minded friends and got addicted to pornography etc.

Chacha-ji: Beti! Beti!

I quickly composed myself and wore a fresh nighty and wrapped my housecoat over it as I was not wearing any undergarments. Harpal was also awake by that time and I had to breast-feed him. I took my baby in my lap and went outside to see what Chacha-ji had to say.

Chacha-ji: Are Dekh Beti...kaun mil gaye raaste mein!

I was obviously not expecting any visitor at that point of time; in fact I desired to relish the feel and touches of my grownup son on my body... the hugs, the grabs, the squeezes, and the kisses we were involved in... so was rather annoyed anticipating a guest. But my irritation changed in a flash seeing my nieces!

Me: Arrrre! Natasha! Urvasi!

Chacha-ji: Are inke school ki head-mistress ki death ho gayi... to school chutti hai... they were going home with their mom when I met them after depositing the electric bill payment.

Me: Oh! Bahut achha kiye Chacha-ji jo aap inko pakad ke le aye!

Natasha and Urvasi were my elder sister Nandini’s daughters who lived in the adjacent locality some kilometers away.

Me: Didi kaha hai? Ayi nehi?

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Nandini: Mai yaha hoon Bina...

Me: Oh! Didi... Great to see you!

My elder sister stepped in as she was probably a bit slow in walking in comparison to her young energetic daughters.

Me: Oh! Didi! Great to see you! Am so happy... you came here after so long! Aj dono bade dino ke badd khuub gappe marenge!

Chacha-ji: Khush Beti?

Me (naturally extremely overjoyed to see my elder sister and her daughters): Oh! Thank you Chacha-ji for inviting them all!

Natasha: Ha Mausi... Nana-ji (my nieces called him ‘Nana-ji”) humlogo zabardasti le aye... we could not get the opportunity to go home and change our school dress also!

Me (smiling): Oh... Okay! Okay! No problem.

Natasha & Urvasi: Mausi... bhai ko ekbar do naa godd mei... do naa please...

Me: Ha ha... sure... ye le apne bhai ko!

I handed over Harpal to my nieces and naturally both were extremely happy getting him and started cuddling and talking to him and went inside the room.

Me: Aao Didi.... Chacha-ji aap thoda araam kijiye upar jaake, mai chaye bhejti hoon.

Chacha-ji: Okay... okay.... Ye lo Beti... mai thoda garam garam samose aur jalebi laya hoon tum sab ke liye.

Me: Oh... thank you Chacha-ji.

Chacha-ji went upstairs while myself and Nandini stepped inside my room.

Natasha and Urvasi were my elder sister’s daughters; Natasha was the elder one who was 18 years and was reading in the twelfth while Urvasi was just one year younger than Natasha and was 17 and read in the eleventh standard. Ram met them just as he was leaving for school; though he was very enthusiastic seeing both sisters, but he had to leave as he had the test. He promised to be back from school quickly and planned to go to a nearby fair in the afternoon with his sisters. Though he was younger to both Natasha and Urvasi by at least 3-4 years, he never called them “didi” from the very start.

After a lot of chitchat we all had lunch and were taking rest. I was waiting for Ram to return from school. I was in fact missing him a bit! Our physical nearness probably was taking its toll on my mind. As Nandini was chatting with her daughters I was getting flash pictures in my mind about how I guided my hands down towards Ram’s crotch and caught hold of his taut erect cock inside his pants. Being a married woman I was unable to erase the sight and feel of his young dick in my hands. It was throbbing in excitement as I had grabbed it by opening his pant buttons... the whole scene as if was coming up in my mind again! I sighed deeply as I instantly remembered the way Ram traced my swollen nipples inside my nighty with both hands and rotated them in between his fingers and pressed my heavy succulent tits.

Nandini: Bina! Bina!

I was so engrossed in my erotic thoughts that I did not hear Didi calling me.

Nandini: Bina! Are kaha kho gayi?

Me: Oh... nehi Didi...juch nehi... yuhi... bolo... kya baat hai?

As I talked I tried my best to shed those sensual thoughts from my mind. Ram was afterall my son and I must not be thinking from that angle constantly. I tried to counsel my mind that I should not treat him as my “lover” and that way through my behavior it might raise a doubt or question in the mind of my son. That would be very derogatory for me. I rebuked myself internally and tried to again concentrate on chatting with my elder sister and nieces.

Nandini: Are Bina... I remain so concerned about Natasha’s tuition classes... she is in XII now... and it’s costly too... especially for tow... have you given any private tutor to Ram?

Me: No Didi... not any outsider... actually Chacha-ji gives him tuition.

Nandini: Rally!

I also shared to my sister that Chacha-ji was giving free tuition classes to Ram considering my economic condition. She was a bit surprised that Chacha-ji gives free tuition to Ram because she was saying just prior that how much of her household money goes into the tuition fees of her two daughters. I told her that Ram was doing quite well under Chacha-ji’s guidance.

Didi immediately asked her two daughters (who were basically lying idle on bed and chatting and doing nothing) to take their new books to Chacha-ji for some lesson understanding.

Nandini: Bina, will Chacha-ji mind if Natasha and Urvasi go to him with some query?

Me: No, no Didi... Chacha-ji is not like that at all Previously he used to give tuition to Ram’s friend Jayant and his sister Joyita.

Nandini: Oh! Okay... You also go then naa... with them... they will also feel comfortable... I will take care of Harpy here.

Me: O... okay Didi. No problem.

Natasha and Urvasi went with me upstairs with their books and that was when I noticed (and realized) for the first time that my nieces could no longer be termed ‘young’! As I observed their figures they indeed did not look like ‘schoolgirls” at all! In fact I had not met them for quite sometime and today without a doubt I could conclude that they were “quite grownup” now. Both sisters, Natasha and Urvasi, had developed figure for their age with prominent curves in appropriate places on their body. Although they were clad in school unforms (white top and yellow pleated skirt), both girls looked rather appealing as their tall tight figures could hardly be restrained in their school unform. Natasha was slightly plumper of the two girls though they both possessed tall and toned figures of almost similar proportions. I could see that they both got the shape of their mother and just like their mom, who was a buxom woman, they both had sizable breasts already!

Urvasi had a comparatively slimmer figure than Natasha with somewhat smaller breasts, thinner waist, but a prominent ass and chunky legs just like her elder sister. As they climbed the stairs with me, I noted that Natasha’s apple-like breasts were jumping up and down in a very sexy and alluring manner inside her school top as she must have been wearing a somewhat loose brassiere inside her white school top. Moreover, the white school top Natasha was wearing was also thin, the fabric was not enough thick for a girl of 18 to wear and Didi should have noticed that and could have advised Natasha to wear a vest under her top. I could easily trace her white bra strap on her peeth through her school top! Also as I examined my nieces further, I noted that the skirt Urvasi wore was way too short for a tall grownup girl like her and Urvasi’s well-formed fair legs and calves were adequately visible as she took each step up the stairs.

Me: Didi should have been much more careful about her daughter’s dressings! They are quite grownup now! (I murmured within myself)

I was pretty sure that if my nieces were not in their school uniforms, nobody would say that these two were schoolgirls!

Chacha-ji: Are kya baat hai Beti?

As I entered the room I clearly detected that Chacha-ji was lying on the cot and rubbing and massaging his crotch area with one hand under his lungi. The elderly person must have been rubbing his cock thinking about something sensual! Did I see his black cock for a moment through his lungi? Even at this age it seemed to be as tall as a monument! As he noticed me, he immediately removed his hand out of his lungi and tried to act normally getting up from his lying posture. Thankfully Natasha and Urvasi did not see him with his hand inside his lungi!

Me: Chacha-ji... actually my nieces have some doubts regarding their studies... not much though... err... I mean... if you can please help them out a bit...

Chacha-ji: Are... sure sure! Aao Natasha... Aao Urvasi....

Chacha-ji got up and sat in a chair which had a table in front of it. Since there was only one extra chair available, Urvasi sat on it while Natasha continued to stand by the table. I took my seat just behind Chacha-ji on the cot a little far away and continued to watch my nieces. Just then I noticed the servant was also there sleeping on the floor and getting noises had awakened up. And as soon as he opened his eyes he found the two young girls with enviable sexy figures for their age and his eyeballs as if froze on their bodies! And since both girls were in their school uniforms, they were wearing short pleated skirts, and much of their fair well-formed legs remained constantly exposed to the greedy eyes of our low-class servant.

In fact I was also quite overwhelmed today by my nieces’ bodily growth which I never noticed/realized prior.

Chacha-ji was wearing a lungi and vest. I doubted that he was wearing anything inside his lungi because this afternoon period was his resting time. He was surely naked under his lungi and his manhood must be dangling freely inside his clothing! Natasha kept her hands on the table and bent a little to explain her query to Chacha-ji and as a result I detected that the weight of her twin firm boobs pressed on her tight school top making her boobies more noticeable.

Was Chacha-ji also eyeing that? Though he seemed to look at Natasha’s face but the way she bent forward and putting forward her query to Chacha-ji, her young, firm, bulging boobies were right in front of his nose! And they looked so full and firm – as if ready to be plucked or plundered!

Just then I noted that Urvasi who was sitting on the other chair was in the habit of shaking her legs and each time she was shaking her legs – her legs were parting - her milky thighs were flashing as her skirt was in any case teensy and due to her sitting posture had hiked up somewhat. And as I looked at Haria who was still sitting on the floor virtually licking my nieces’ “young” bodies through his eyes, I realized that he had also noted that! I sighed and was cursing my elder sister Nandini for not training her grownup daughters properly about how to behave in front of males.

Chacha-ji was an old fox and how could he miss the free show offered by my neice!

From the angle Chacha-ji was sitting he was easily able to watch the creamy white thighs of my niece being flashed as she continued to oscillate her legs. The short school skirt Urvasi was wearing was slowly rising with every shake and she was completely unaware of that as she waited for her turn to clear her doubt to Chacha-ji! I was shocked to note that almost half of her fleshy hairless legs were now exposed!

Just at that juncture, the pen Chacha-ji was holding in his hand somehow slipped from his fingers and dropped on the floor.

Chacha-ji: Oh! Excuse me Natasha!

Natasha: Sure Nana-ji...

Chacha-ji knelt down to pick up the pen from under the table. As I was sitting just behind him on the cot I could clearly observe that Chacha-ji bent down to pick up the pen and then stopped for a moment and looked up from under the table towards Urvasi. She was sitting just opposite to him and from that low angle Chacha-ji must have been having an unrestricted view of her fair, hairless, naked legs and a clear darshan of her panties under her skirt!

The naughty sly fox!

Urvasi obviously did not realize what was going on and she was still shaking her legs. Being an elder and her “mausi” I should have alerted her through my eyes to close her legs, but on the contrary in utter curiosity I also moved my head slightly sideways down to find that my 17-year-old attractive niece was giving my elderly landlord a grand darshan of her naked milky thighs and as both her thighs converged at the center there was her pink panty with flowers printed on it. The scene indeed was pretty exciting and tempting for any male and Chacha-ji even at 50 was no exception!

Chacha-ji could not stay for long under the table and had to get up as Natasha was waiting right in front of him. I was shocked to notice that as Chacha-ji explained Natasha about her query, he had one hand on his dick and was openly rubbing and kneading it over his lungi! I was pretty sure that she had noted that as she was standing in front of him and probably that was the reason that she had her cheeks turning red!

Then it was Urvasi’s turn to get her doubts cleared. Natasha did not sit on the chair and came and sit beside me. As she walked towards me I again noted that her somewhat heavy breasts jiggled very sexily inside her bra and top with each step that she took. It looked very odd and indecent, in fact rather alluring and I noted that Haria was also gaping at her wriggling mammaries from his sitting position and was rubbing his cock!

The rascal!

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How could Didi be so oblivious and inattentive? How could my niece be so ignorant to wear such a loose slack brassiere and went to school with her fleshy boobs bouncing at every step! Even if Natasha went to a girl’s school, male teachers were surely around and seeing a plump girl of 18 flaunting her firm breasts like that must have given them a solid hard-on!

Thankfully Natasha’s queries were resolved and now it was Urvasi’s turn. As she stepped forward to get to Chacha-jis’ table, she stepped on a piece of wood lying on the floor and cried out in some pain.

Chacha-ji: Arre! What happened?

Urvasi: Uhhhh... I stepped on that.... wood....Ahhh...

Chacha-ji: Oh dear! That must have hurt the soft sole of your foot...

Me: Oho... are you okay Urvasi? Pain balm etc. kuch dena hoga?

Urvasi (naturally a bit embarrassed): No, no.... It’s o... okay...

She then referred Chacha-ji her query and he in turn readily explained it and she was about to leave with us, we all noted that she was limping a bit.

Me: Are Urvasi... you are limping... it must be hurting then! Why did you say its okay?

Chacha-ji: Urvasi Beti... if you are feeling pain... apply the pain balm!

Urvasi: Err... actually I did not realize at that moment... but now as I am stepping its... its paining.

Me: Where? Under your foot?

Urvasi: No Mausi... it’s not paining there... err... I stepped on the wood and it should pain under my sole... but am not feeling any pain there... but...

Natasha: Then where?

Urvasi: Am not sure Didi... it’s a subtle pain I am feeling in my leg as I am stepping my foot.

Everybody was naturally a bit concerned.

Chacha-ji: Let me check once...come here!

Me: Yes Chacha-ji... aap ek bar dekh lijiye kiyu pain ho raha hai achanak...

Urvasi: Par pain halka hi hai Mausi...

Me: Then why would you be limping naa? Ekbar tere Nan-ji ko dekh lene de!

Urvasi: Aaahhh.... O… okay Mausi... as you say.

Chacha-ji: Before applying any balm… ek bar dekh leta hoon pain exactly kaha par hai…....

Me: Yes Chacha-ji... wo thik rahega.

Myself and Natasha stood at the side while Chacha-ji came near Urvasi and then squatted in front of her to inspect her left foot. Seeing the opportunity Haria also came forward with his suggestion.

Haria: Shall I bring some ice Malik?

Chacha-ji: No, no... wait.... Let me check first... it may just be a muscle pull!

Haria: Okay Malik.

And just then a shockingly embarrassing thing happened. No sooner had Chacha-ji crouched in front of Urvasi to check her leg for pain, his lungi simply moved to one side and momentarily his hairy legs got completely exposed to my nieces and myself right up to his waist! To my utter shock and horror, I could momentarily peek at his pelvic bush and his thick dangling black cock as he was unsurprisingly wearing no underwear inside his lungi!

I almost shrieked out at that ‘obscene’ sight especially in front of my young nieces. Thankfully Urvasi had her eyes closed as she was probably in some pain at that very moment. But I noted Natasha’s eyes almost popped out seeing my landlord’s manhood in the naked state with his large balls dangling in the air under his thick black lund. I doubted if Natasha had seen a matured adult male’s full grown cock in the naked state like this! Mercifully Chacha-ji was fast enough to cover his crotch with his lungi and restored some decency in front of the three ladies!

Par jo dekhna tha wo to hum sab dekh chuke the!

My cheeks grew red in embarrassment seeing that “scene” and I looked from the corner of my eyes towards Natasha and found her eyes still had that sense of disbelief seeing the elderly man’s stout naked cock! Her lips were also parted in disbelief in what she just saw! Though momentarily and surely unintentional on Chacha-ji’s part, the view of his full-sized dick for a 18 year-old girl was certainly a bit too much which I could easily read from Natasha’s facial expressions. I could easily feel a tightness in my heavy milk-filled tits and my nipples got hardened automatically and I was pretty sure my niece Natasha also had similar feelings inside her school top. Her crimson face, parted lips, and heavier breathing were signs of that only.

Chacha-ji (trying his best to normalize things): You stepped on the wood with your left leg, right Urvasi?

Urvasi: Jj... ji!

She had her eyes open now as the pain which she was feeling must have subsided.

Chacha-ji: Yaha koi pain hai?

So saying Chacha-ji palpated Urvasi’s left foot.

Urvasi just nodded negatively but realizing Chacha-ji was squatting at her feet and was not able to see her face, she replied aloud.

Chacha-ji slowly brushed his hand on her ankle and shin and palpated those areas but Urvasi promptly denied any pain there. Chacha-ji gently placed his hands below her left knee and pressed her calf. As Chacha-ji felt her fleshy calf with his palm, I noted Urvasi gasped a bit. Calves are a tender and sensitive area of any young girl to be palpated by a male and naturally Urvasi was in slight discomfort and my landlord must have been relishing the moment pressing and palpating the naked calves of a 17-year-old girl.

Chacha-ji: (pressing her calves gingerly): Is it aching here Beti?

Urvasi: No Nana-ji... par it seems... slightly above... actually am unable to pinpoint it!

Chacha-ji: Don’t worry... I will get the root.

He raised his hand further up and touched her left knee now. Urvasi’s skirt ended just above her knees keeping them exposed all the time.

Chacha-ji: Any pain in the knee?

Urvasi: Uhu... no Nana-ji.

I clearly noted that Chacha-ji now caressed her knee rather amply placing his large palm fully on it – feeling the smooth skin and even the knee bone! He then placed his hand on the edge of her skirt and put his hand slowly underneath Urvasi’s school skirt! The scene was indeed rather lewd and lecherous that a 50-year-old person was groping the legs of a 17-year old young bubbly girl through her skirt!

I noted Urvasi was tightening her lips and evidently she was a increasingly uncomfortable. Chacha-ji’s fingers were now almost completely under Urvasi’s skirt and the elderly man must have been absolutely delighted to fondle the naked super-smooth thigh of this sexy young girl.

Chacha-ji: Do you feel any pain here Beti?

As my elderly landlord’s hand tenderly caressed her naked left thigh under her skirt cover, I could see that the expression on her face had slightly changed now! Was Urvasi started relishing this old man’s touch on her private body parts?
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Urvasi (blurted): Yes... yes Nana-ji.... I can feel a bit of pain here!

Chacha-ji should have stopped there as my niece had identified the spot where she was having the pain, but to my utter surprise I noticed that Chacha-ji did not stop his exploration!

Chacha-ji: O-k-a-y... let me check the adjacent areas too... you know... at times the pain radiates also... Beti... I will just pull up your dress a bit in order to examine the area. Okay?

Urvasi just voiced a feeble “Ji” in reply.

Urvasi was naturally feeling tight as we were watching her and probably more so as another male (Haira) was also present in the room. But being a woman I could identify her excited state as I noted she touched and pressed her breasts subtly in the pretext of adjusting her top a couple of times.

Chacha-ji now used his other hand to gently pull up her short school skirt over her well-formed creamy thighs and exposed them.

Wow! She had such fair, hairless, marble-like sexy thighs! Indeed very tempting for a 17-year-old girl to have such a pair of gorgeous legs!

Chacha-ji was also probably mesmerized momentarily seeing the fairness and plumpness of her stunning thighs. I noted that his palm was now resting completely on Urvasi’s naked left thigh and the old man was surely extracting great pleasure caressing this beauty’s naked thigh flesh enjoying the smoothness, warmth and plumpness. He just continued to reveal more and more of Urvasi’s thighs as he lifted up (and up) her skirt in the pretext of examining and palpating the area.

Urvasi naturally looked a bit nervous now and her face was also crimson though she seemed to be enjoying this open groping by my landlord who was more than his father’s age!

Chacha-ji: Urvasia? Are you feeling any pain... here? (He buried his thumb on the firm flesh of her naked left thigh)

Urvasi: Uhu... not really!

As my niece replied I was shocked to note that Chacha-ji’s expert fingers just moved further (and further) up and simultaneously he was pulling up her skirt also with his other hand to expose more and more of her beautiful well-formed thighs. As I looked sideways I noted that the low-class servant was already caressing his cock over his clothes seeing this sexy scene! I wondered what would happen if Didi would come upstairs and finds her daughter in this state.