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

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Chapter 8

Return to the market - Part I
After that failed ejaculation attempt, I was really pissed off. I wondered what caused my mother to react in such a way. What did she see out the window I quickly straightened myself and went to the balcony. There I saw him! It was Shyam Uncle - the same perverted old man whom my mom and I had met a few days ago during that trip to the market. To recall, he was a man in his mid-fifties, with an ugly face and rugged features. His house was directly opposite to ours and the window through which he was looking was directly opposite to my mom's dressing room window. He must've seen everything! The way mom was holding those window grills - her naked tits swaying against Haria's rhythmic squeezes and strokes - was so lewd and the "kamuk" expression on her face must've been awfully sexy. I was getting hard again while imagining this old pervert jerking off to the sight of my mother's hot luscious naked body.
 
Meanwhile Haria having released his load was now extremely worried about my mother's violent reaction. The moment she came out of the bathroom, she was fully clothed. She didn't speak a word to our servant and was constantly avoiding eye contact with him. Haria too decided not to speak too much and with a lowered head, he was silently chopping vegetables in the kitchen. I thought she might fire him. But instead, she came to the living room and sat down, looking visibly tired and nervous.
 
Just then I entered the living room and immediately my mother cried, "Tui Tui ekhane ki korchis" ("You What are you doing here") She was thoroughly shocked to see me.
 
I acted surprised by my mother's reaction. "Ami asole ektu kacher dokane gechilam. Sobe firlam." ("I had just gone to the nearby store. Just came back.")
 
My mother seemed relieved on hearing that. "Oh acha. Ami asole toke dakchilum. Kono shara pachilam na bole jigesh korlam." ("Oh alright. Actually I was calling you. You weren't responding so that's why I asked.")
 
"Keno Kichu dorkar chilo" (""Why Did you want something"), I asked in an innocent voice.
 
My mother became nervous again. She obviously didn't wanna reveal what had happened between herself and Haria. "Na, kichu na. Emni toke khujchilam." ("No, nothing really. I was just looking for you.")
 
"Tumi toh emni emni amae kokhono dako na. Nischoe tomar kichu kaj chilo amake die." ("") I began to push her now and I could see her nervousness increasing ten-fold. Somehow, the tension in her face excited me and I wanted to hear from her mouth what she had been doing with this low-class servant, even though I had seen the truth.
 
While my mother was fiddling for answers, Haria suddenly moved out of the kitchen and came to the living room. Seeing him my mom became furious. "Ekhane ki korcho Jao! Ranna ghore jao!" ("What are you doing here Go! Go back to the kitchen"), she screamed.
 
Both Haria and I were shocked - and a little scared - by her reaction. Haria spoke meekly, "Boudi, asole ghore ektuo mangsho nai. Apni boliyashilen mangsho ranna korite." ("Bhabhi, actually there's no mutton in the house. You told me to make mutton curry.")
 
Upon hearing that, she calmed down. "Oh acha. Tahle ami ekhuni bajare gie niye aschi. Ayan, tui jabi amr sathe" ("Oh alright. Then I'll go to the market immediately and get it. Ayan, will you come with me.")
 
"Amar apotti nei. Tumi ki change korbe na" ("I don't mind going. Aren't you gonna change")
 
"Na. Khali jabo r mangsho ta kine chole asbo. Dress paltanor proejon nei." ("Nope. We'll just go and get the mutton, then come back. No need for changing.") It's important to mention here that my mother was dressed fairly conservatively. She was wearing a proper red-and-yellow silk saree, a red color blouse which showed about 45-50% of her cleavage though it didn't matter since her saree was covering her ample bosoms quite securely. In the sun, her saree became slightly translucent which showed off her deep round and fleshy navel as well as her chubby folds.
 
"Thikache. Tahle cholo." ("Fine. Then let's go.") We moved out of the house and headed towards the marketplace. When we got to the butchers shop, I was shocked to see who was manning it. It was that same man who was talking dirty about my mother a few days ago - the man named Nayan. The way he was talking about my mom that day made me feel like he was talking about a cheap whore. He had, in fact, made me cum with his dirty chatter. He was probably in his mid-thirties, same height as my mother, strongly built despite a pot-belly and his face almost looked like a bhojpuri movie villain (no offence to bhojpuri movie villains). He had an assistant who was working with him - about a 18-19 year old boy.
 
The moment he looked up and saw my mother, his face lit up. "Didi, asun asun." ("Didi, please come come."), he called excitedly. Since it was a weekday, the market was relatively empty and there was no queue on the butcher shop. My mom and I quickly went there.
 
"Acha, doo kilo mangsho din. R bhalo dekhe deben." ("Alright, give me two kilos of mutton. And make sure they're good pieces."), she said to him.
 
"Chinta korben na, didi. Ami apnar size moton i mangsho debo." ("Don't worry, Didi. I'll give the meat according to your size only."), his eyes lewdly roamed over her mature sexy figure while he said those words.
 
"R haar ta kom deben." ("And don't give too many bones.")
 
"Aha! Erom norom tultule mangsho samne thakle haar er ktha keu chinta kore." ("Aha! How can anyone think of bones when there's so much soft meat on display.") This time he stared at her protruding melons while uttering those words. The young boy too was smiling at this butcher's dirty comments.
 
"Na, tobuo bole dilam." ("No, I'm just letting you know.") My innocent mother had no clue as to what this perverted man's words actually meant. My head was low. I was enjoying his comments, but I didn't want them to know about it.
 

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Then, he proceeded to chop the meat and as soon as his cleaver hit the thick portion, a gush of blood poured out like a fountain and hit my mom's saree covered mountains. Some of it even landed on the side of her neck, chin and lips. She was startled and attempted to rub them off with her napkin when the butcher held her hand and stopped her.

 
"Na na, didi. Ota kapor diye muche labh nei." (No no, Didi. It's no use removing it with a handkerchief.") My mother was surprised. "Kacha mangshe hani-karog jib-jantu thakte pare. Kapor diye muchle kichhu hobe na." ("Raw meat might have tons of germs. That piece of cloth won't do you any good.")
 
"Ki bolcho Ami toh nijer hathe mangsho ranna kori bari nie giye. Tokhon toh kichu hoena." ("What are you saying I cook meat at home with my own two hands. Nothing happens at that time.")
 
"Kintu apni mangsho ranna korar por toh saban die hath dhuyen toh naki" ("But you do wash your hands with soap after you cook them right")
 
"Hain, ta bote." ("Yes, that's true.") My mother was utterly confused now. "Tahle ki korbo Tomar kache saban ache." ("Then what will I do Do you have soap with you")
 
The butcher flashed a devilish grin. "Na, amr kache toh nei. Kintu amar kache saban er thekeo ekta bhalo jinis ache." ("No, I don't have it. But I have something better.")
 
"Ki" ("What")
 
"Ei dokan er pichhone amar ekta chotto kuthi ache. Apni jodi amar sathe amar kuthi te aste paren tahle ami apnar ei somossha dur kore dite pari." ("Behind this shop lies my small hut. If you can come with me to my hut then I can solve your problem.")
 
My mother appeared hesitant. "Kintu....Amar chele" ("But...What about my son"), she pointed at me.
 
"Apnar chele ekhanei darak. O amar ei bhaipor sathe golpo korbe. Asole kuthi te jaegata khubi choto toh. Or gorom lagte pare." (Your son can stay here. He can chat with my nephew here. Actually, the hut is too small for the three of us. He'll feel hot inside.") Nayan winked at the last statement.
 
Immediately, I added, "Hain. Tomra jao. Ami ekhanei thakbo." ("Yes. You guys go ahead. I'll stay here.")
 
Now, my mother couldn't make any more excuses. She reluctantly agreed. Nayan's face lit up like a Christmas tree. He said, "Cholun didi. Jawa jak" ("Alright didi. Let's go.") He came down from his place and then escorted my mom towards the back of shop where his hut was.
 
"Chotu, dokan ta shamla ar amader choto babu'r kheyal rakhis." ("Chotu, take care of the shop as well as our young master.") He said before entering the hut and closing the door.
 
As soon as they went inside and we heard the door shut, Chotu leaped out of his spot and whispered, "Bah. Pathie dile tomar ma ke oi haramjadar sathe" ("Nice. Sent your mom off with that bastard")
 
I was shocked to witness such a transformation from this young boy. "Esob ki bolcho tumi" ("What are you saying")
 
"Arey sala Nayan ta ek nombor er tharki. Tomar ma er moton prochur mohilader erom ghore niye giye sujoger labh othae." ("This piece of crap Nayan is an asshole. He has taken a lot of women just like your mom, in his hut and taken advantage of them.")
 
Although I was sure that this was true, I pretended to act surprised. "Dhushh! Ki ulto-palta bokcho" ("What the hell are you talking about")
 
"Bishwash hochhe na Tahle cholo amar sthe. Ami tomae dekkhachi." ("Don't believe me Then come with me. I'll show you.") With that he guided me towards the back and we reached the back wall of the hut. I noticed there was a brick missing on the wall. "Ei bhabhe ami amar tharki kakar somostho ku-karma dekhi. Er bhetor diye. Cholo amra dujon tomar ma'r sthe o ki kore." ("This is how I watch my asshole Uncle's dirty deeds. Through this hole. Let's watch what he does with your mom.")
 
Her heartbeats were increasing rapidly as I peeped into the hole made by the absent brick.
 

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Chapter 9

 
Return to the market - Part II
Both me and this butcher's nephew (his name was Puchu, as I came to know later) peered through the hole in the wall. The hut was not very spacious - about seven feet in length and five feet in breadth - and most of it was occupied by a wooden cot which was placed against the wall. Owing to the cot, there was little room for any kind of walking or movement. Perhaps when the butcher, Nayan, was tired after a hard day's work, he would come inside to take a break. At the corner of the wall, beside the bed, there was a huge "kalash" kept on top of a tall stool.
 
My mom and the butcher were both inside. I could see a hint of trepidation on her face and a glow of lust on his. Nayan was wearing a tank ("sando genji" in Bengali) that was torn in several spots and a lungi. I was feeling a little worried about my mother being inside that hut alone with the same man who only a few days ago was fantasizing about fucking her and also about showing her off to this strange lowborn boy. Puchu, for some reason, looked quite excited.
 
There was a speckle of goat blood on her lips, some on her chin, some on her neck and some on the naked upper portion of her chest where the saree wasn't covering. "Didi, prothome ekta kaj kori. Apnar sorir er jei jei jaygae pocha rokto ta lege ache, sei jaega gulo age bhalo kore ekta bheja kapor diye rogre dhuye di." ("Didi, first let us do one thing. The places on your body that have this stale blood, I'll rub them off with a wet cloth.")
 
My mother was genuinely confused. She obviously felt that this low class butcher somehow knew more about the issue on goat's blood than her and therefore, she nodded her head in approval.
 
Almost immediately Nayan grabbed a small silk towel hanging from his wall and took it near the "kalash". I realized that the "kalash" was filled with water when he opened the lid and poured some water on the towel, making it thoroughly wet. He then squeezed some of the excess water out and then brought it to my mom.
 
When he came in front of my mother, he was just standing there and was measuring her with his eyes. Feeling a little irritated by his eye movements, she cried, "Ki dekcho" ("What are you looking at")
 
The butcher smiled at her and said, "Na asole, didi, apnake aaj jhakaas dekhte lagche." ("No, actually, Didi, you're looking very hot today.")
 
My mother giggled at the comment. However, she decided not to show her excitement in front of this low class man. "Baje kotha bolo na. Dao dekhi, amay gamcha ta dao." ("Don't talk nonsense. Come on, give me the towel.") She tried to snatch the towel away from Nayan but he lifted it out of her reach.
 
"Didi, ek muhurto daran." ("Didi, wait a second.") My mother looked at him questioningly. "Apnake jodi ei towel ta die di tahle ki kore hobe Apni toh thik moton janeno na je apnar sorir er kon kon ongshe nongra ta lege ache. Ar amar kache aynao nei je ami apnake dekhabo. Tar theke bhalo hoye apni borong soja hoye daran ar ami jaegagulo gamcha diye muche dichi." ("If I give you the towel then how will it work You don't even know where the stains are, on your body. And I don't even have a mirror to show you. It's better if you just stand still and I'll wipe the marks off your body using the towel.")
 
The butcher's words made sense, at least to my naive mother. "Acha thikache. Kintu taratari korbe." ("Okay, fine. But do it fast.")
 
Once he got permission from my mom, there was no stopping him. A wicked smile manifested on his face as took the towel and started slowly rubbing it on her cheeks. The feel of the rough wet surface of the towel on her smooth cheeks made her tremble a little. She had her eyes closed fearing that if the towel hits her eyes then she'll be temporarily blinded. Nayan was taking full advantage of that - openly scratching his dick over his lungi. After rubbing her cheeks with the wet towel, he proceeded towards her chin. Slowly and meticulously he grazed the towel over her chin, biding his time and taking great pleasure in his work. Then, he moved to her luscious lips. He smudged the towel over her lips making them look wet and juicy. In the pretext of rubbing the towel, he also lightly grazed his thumb over her lips. My mother didn't seem to respond to his indirect touches and this probably made him even bolder as he now started parting her swollen lips with his thumb. As soon as her lips were parted, he slowly inserted him thumb inside her mouth. I thought my mother would now open her eyes and slap the taste out of this bloody butcher's mouth. But instead her eyes remained closed and I noticed beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
 
The butcher then slowly started taking his thumb in and out of my mother's mouth. And everytime his thumb came out, I noticed that it was glistening with saliva. Suddenly, Puchu who was standing beside me said, "Isshhh dekchis tor ma ki korche Amar Mamar buro angul chatche dariye dariye!" ("Isshhh do you see what your mother is doing She's sucking on my uncle's thumb!") Yes! That's exactly what she was doing. She was sucking on this low-class man's thumb! But how could she She's a married woman who's always been loyal to my father. I guess today's erotic events with Haria and the fact that it had ended prematurely, left her unsatisfied and that is why she was involuntarily responding to this butcher's lewd acts. But the action had just begun.
 
After a few seconds of sucking, the butcher took his thumb out of her mouth and his eyes were once again roaming over her mature luscious sari-clad body. Slightly annoyed by his sudden stoppage, my mother opened her eyes and said, "Ki holo Hotath theme gele je" ("What happened Why did you stop")
 
He was staring at the exposed upper portions of her breasts now and seeing that my mother immediately adjusted her saree. Nayan then looked up at her and said, "Na, didi, byapar ta holo apnar buker oporeo kichu jaegae rokto lege ache. Tai..." ("No, Didi, the thing is that there's a little bit of blood on your chest as well. So..."), he hesitated for a second and then continued, "...apni jodi saree pallu ta khule den tahle subidhe hoe." ("...if you can just remove your pallu, then it'll be easier for me.")
 
My mother appeared to be shocked. "Ki Pallu keno sorate hobe" ("What Why do you want me to remove my pallu")
 
Nayan immediately replied. "Arey didi bojhar chesta korun! Pallu na sorale ami bhalo kore muchbo ki kore jaega ta. Aar ekhuni bhalo kore na muchle oi dag ta roe jabe. Ete ashuk hote pare apnar." ("Didi try and understand! If you don't remove the pallu then how can I clean that portion. And if I don't clean it properly then the mark will remain. This could cause sickness.")
 
My gullible mother was incredibly germophobic. When she heard that she could get sick, she said, "Thikache. Thikache. Sorachi pallu." ("Okay. Okay. I'm removing my pallu.") With that she grabbed her pallu and removed it from her chest completely, and it slumped on the ground.
 
Nayan's face lit up when he saw my mother in that tight red blouse. Since she was wearing a bra underneath her blouse, her mature coconuts appeared firmer and more alluring. His eyes were fixated on the small valley created between the upper portions of her twin peaks, occasionally dropping down to steal glances at her fleshy midriff and deep round juicy navel. At this point, my mom was staring up at the asbestos ceiling. I'm sure she knew the looks this low class butcher was giving her and was embarrassed to maintain eye contact. She was deftly afraid of diseases and the prospect of getting sick. I think that is why she agreed to this attempted molesting.
 
I looked over at Puchu who seemed to be grinning from ear to ear. Obviously this wasn't the first time he had spied on his mama when he was performing lewd acts with his customers.
 
Anyways, Nayan started with the wet towel again. He began by rubbing the base of her neck first. My mother had closed her eyes again. A woman's neck is said to be a very sensitive area. The butcher began moving the wet towel over her neck in a manner suggesting a form of stroking. Soon, he replaced the wet towel with a couple of his fingers, lightly stroking that area - feeling the smoothness of her skin with his fingers. Then he moved the towel to the top of her boobs and slowly began rubbing it over the exposed portion. I doubt he actually cared about the blood marks. He just wanted to touch and fondle a mature lady's tits. My mother's breathing became heavier and her blouse-covered milk tanks were rhythmically rising and falling with each breath. Soon, his fingers were all over her big boppers. He partially gripped her right mammary with his hand causing my mother to let out a gulp. He seemed to have been adequately pumped up touching a full-grown womans breasts unhindered, over her blouse and brassiere. Moreover, my mom appeared to be shivering getting a direct feel of male fingers trying to grab her boob flesh. I smiled to myself seeing the slyness of this low class butcher. He was feeling my mother's hot body like he was her lover!
 
Nayan might have been encouraged owing to the silent affirmation from my mother, as he indulged in all sorts of sexual pranks, including pressing her boob flesh with his fingers from the front, poking the nipple with his thumb, gliding his fingers over her blouse assessing the smoothness and firmness of her mountains, and trying to push it up by cupping it from below.
 

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Suddenly, I saw something surprising. My mother faintly thrust her cream pies against the butcher's prying fingers. I was very sure he could realize that because a dirty smirk came across his face. Nayan's lewd actions were undoubtedly sexually tormenting her and rising to simply unbearable heights.

 
Again this young boy beside me spoke, "Arey tor ma'r toh dekhchi hebby rosh. Dekh amr tharki mama'r hath er kajer kerom moja lutche." ("Hey, you're mom seem's to have a lot of sex-drive. See how she's enjoying my asshole uncle's touches.")
Although his words were utterly degrading, I was enjoying them a lot and my dick inside my jeans was beginning to stir.
 
"Didi, apni eto ghamachen keno" ("Didi, why are you sweating so much."), all of a sudden he blurted. Though Nayan knew the reason, he simply wanted to enjoy the look on my mother's face when he asked this extremely embarrassing question.
 
My mother opened her eyes and felt her forehead. Indeed she was sweating a lot. Quickly she thought of an answer, "Ashole khub gorom toh tai..." ("Actually, it's so hot and that's why...")
 
"Oh bujhlam. Jai hok, ami jol diye toh jaega gulo muche dilam, kintu kichu rashaynik podartho oi jaygagulor upor na lagale halka daag roye jabe." ("Oh I understand. Anyways, I've washed those spots with the wet cloth but if we don't apply any antiseptics to those portions then I'm afraid the marks will remain there.") I was surprised when he said that. The blood stains had totally disappeared from her skin and still this man was insisting for more treatment. What could he possibly want now
 
I didn't have to wait for long to find out. When he saw the inquisitive look on my mother's face, he said, "Amar kache toh kono erom podartho nei, bojai ekta chara." ("I don't have any such antiseptics, except for one.")
 
My mother looked at him curiously, with her pallu still hanging from her waist and her bosom still mostly exposed. "Konta chara" ("Except for what")
 
"Age apni kotha din je apni raag korben na." ("First, you have to promise me you won't get angry.")
 
"Thikache, raag korbo na. Bolo ebar." ("Fine, I won't be angry. Now tell me.")
 
The butcher cleared his throat. "Ami sunechi manusher lala oshuder moton kaaj kore. Tai apni jodi bolen tahle ami amar jiber jol die apnar dehe laga ei nongra gulo porishkar korte pari." ("I've heard that a man's saliva almost works like medicine. So if you allow me, I'd like to wipe off the marks on your body with my tongue. ") What was this man saying! The request was so absurd that you'd have to be crazy to buy into it.
 
Even my mother was shocked. "Dhut ki baje bokcho!" ("What are you saying!"), she yelled furiously, "Matha kharap hoye geche tomar!" ("You're crazy!") She attempted to raise her pallu when this butcher yelled back.
 
"Kothata sunun age bhalo kore!" ("First listen to me properly!"), he roared like a lion. My mother was startled and she left her pallu immediately when she heard him shout. The butcher realized it would do him no good spooking her and so he returned to his normal voice. "Apni jodi eta bhalo kore porishkar na koran tahle kintu obostha khub kharap hoye jete pare. Apni Sen Babu ke chenen" ("If you don't clean these marks properly, then you're condition will worsen. Do you know Sen Babu")
 
"Hain. Uni toh besh kichudin dhore oshustho." ("Yes. He's been sick for a long time."), she said meekly.
 
"Thik bolechen. Ar apnni ki janen onar ki hoyeche" ("Right. And do you know why he's sick"), he said in a serious tone. My mother nodded her head in the negative. "Uni oshusto hobar age amar theke mangsho nite eschilen. Tokhon onar mukheo halka kore mangsher rokto chite gechilo." ("Before falling ill he came to me for buying mutton. At that time, some of the blood from the meat had spurted right onto his face.") My mother was listening intently. "Onake ami onekbar bolechilam amar sathe aste jate ami oita porishkar kore dite pari. Kintu uni amar kotha sunlen na. Tai aaj onar erom durdhosha." ("I had told him several times to come with me so I could clean that up. But he didn't listen. That's why he's in this pathetic condition.") She was shocked. "Asole ei mangsho bhalo kore ranna na korle jibanu jai na. Ebong ei jibanu gulo kono bhabe sorire gele sorirer khub khoti kore. Apni ki chaan oshusto hoye porte" ("Actually, this meat needs to be cooked thoroughly to get rid of the bacteria. And if they somehow find their way into a person's body then they can cause a lot of damage. Do you want to get sick")
 
I could see that my mother was scared. But she would not let this butcher win easily. "Na ta toh chaina. Kintu tumi jodi egulo mukhe nao tahle tomar o toh khoti hote pare." ("No, I don't want that. But if you swallow these germs then you also might fall sick.")
 
"Hahaha", the butcher gave a hearty laugh, "Ami onek bochor dhore egulon katchi. Amar sorire ei jibanu sojjo korar khomota toiri hoegeche. Kintu apnar sorire hoyni. Tai bolchi. Amar kono osubidha nei, apni chaile ghor theke berie jete paren. Kintu er pore jodi apni oshusto hoye poren tahle er jnoo amae dayi korben na." ("I have been chopping this meat for a long time. My body has developed the immunity to fight against these germs. But your body hasn't. That's why I'm saying. I don't have a problem if you step out of this room. But if something happens to you in the future, then don't blame me.")
 
My mother was really scared now. Timidly, she said, "Acha, tumi jemon bolcho ami temon i korbo. Bolo ki korte chao." ("Fine, I'll do whatever you say. Tell me what you wanna do.")
 
A wicked grin escaped from Nayan The Butcher's face. Suddenly I felt a foreign hand touching my crotch area. Shocked, I glanced back at Puchu and saw him grinning at me. "Tomar dhon toh puro khara hoegeche dekhchi. Ma ke ei obosthay dekhte bhalo lage bujhi" ("You dick has risen up I see. Do you like watching your mom in such a compromising position") I didn't know what to answer, so I returned a nervous smile. "Chinta koro na. Amar samne kono bhoy nei. Chaile dhon ta bar korte paro. Jeans pant pore acho. Byatha korbe." ("Don't worry. You have nothing to fear from me. If you want you can take out your cock. You're wearing jeans so it might pain if you keep it inside.") He was right. My member was aching, stretching against the rough material of the jeans. So I unzipped my pants and took out my fly.
 
It was the first time someone outside my mother and father had seen my shaft, so I was feeling a little embarrassed. "Koto boro tomar bara ta" ("How big is your manhood"), he asked staring right at it.
 
"5.5 inch.", I replied nervously.
 
"Oh." Puchu hardly seemed impressed. "Amar ta bar korbo Tahle amra dujone mile tomar ma er dorshon korte korte handle marte parbo." ("Shall I bring out mine Then we can both look at your mother and masturbate.")
 
I nodded my head in approval and he took out his member from his shorts. It was quite big. About seven inches. But the most astonishing feature was it's thickness - about 3-4 inches thick. We both started stroking our wieners while staring at the action going on inside the room.
 
Meanwhile, my mother was preparing for what this low class butcher had in mind. After a long pause, he stared at my mother and said, "Ami prothome apnar gal ebong thothgulo jibh die chatbo..." ("I will first lick your cheeks and lips with my tongue...")
 
 

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Chapter 10


Return to the market - Part III

My mother was hesitant. Although she knew that a person's saliva has antiseptic properties, surely she had reservations  about allowing this low-class butcher to lick her. But Nayan was insistent. This wasn't the first time he had been with a mature woman and he knew ways to subdue them. He brought his mouth closer and my mother turned her head with a disgusted expression on her face. "Tumi mod kheye escho" ("Are you drunk"), she asked.
 
 
"Ekdom alpo. Asole ekhane saradin thakte hoe toh tai. Ar apni eto ghinna pachen keno Mora janowar er pocha mangsher gondho theke desi mod er mot mote gondho onek bhalo ami jantam." ("Just a little. Actually I have to stay here everyday and that's why I drink. Buy why are you feeling so disgusted The smell of a dead animal's rotting flesh is far worse than the smell of desi liquor, as far as I know."). His face was now inches away from my mother cheeks. Her head was still turned away and she twisted her nose as a sign of further disgust.
 
 
Suddenly, I felt a cold hand on my penis. I turned to see that it was Puchu. I was shocked and knowing that Puchu put his finger on his lips to signal me to be silent. "Chinta koro na." ("Don't worry"), he whispered, "Ekta kaj kori. Tumi amar dhon dhore khecho ar ami tomar. Ete beshi aaram pabe dekho." ("Let's do something. I'll stroke your dick while yo stroke mine. It'll me much more relaxing, you'll see.")
 
 
"Kintu ami aaj obdi onno karur dhon chui ni." ("But I've never ever touched another person's dick before."), I blurted nervously.
 
 
"Tahle ekbar chuye dekho. Bhalo na lagle korbe na." ("Then try touching it once. If you don't like it, then you don't have to do it.") I decided to give it a shot. As I wrapped my fingers around his long throbbing cock, I felt a tingle in my stomach. After a while, he started stroking my member and it was such a unique feeling, that I ended up releasing soft moans in ecstasy. "Ahhhh....Unghhh", like that. He was stroking it expertly - sometimes faster and sometimes slower.
 
 
"Ki, bhalo lagche" ("Are you enjoying it"), he asked with a smile. I nodded with my eyes closed. "Tahle, amar dhon ta dieo khelo." ("Then, do the same with my dick as well.") I nodded and obeyed like a cock-slave. "Ar chokh kholo! Amar tharki Mama tomar khanki ma ke kerom bhabe byabohar korche seta bhalo kore dekhe moja loto." ("And open your eyes! Watch and relish how my dickhead Mama is using your slut mom.") I opened my eyes and we looked into the room once again.
 
 
Nayan took out his tongue and placed the tip of it on my mother's smooth left cheek. Almost immediately I saw her shudder in embarrassment. Although by this point of time my mother had become quite used to male touches - thanks to the tailor, his brutish nephew Haripada and our cheeky servant Haria - , up until now she hadn't willingly allowed any man other than her husband to use their tongues on her. That is why she seemed so embarrassed and frustrated with what this low-class pervert was doing with her. With her head still turned sidewayds, she closed her eyes and balled her fists in frustration. 
 
 
The moment she shuddered from the feel of the butcher's wet tongue, his confidence increased. He now pressed his entire long tongue against her rosy cheek and began licking it with vigor. He ran his tongue across her skin, from the base of her chin and up into her ear. My mother gritted her teeth in disgust. This horrible man was actually licking her face clean. Then he pressed his lips against her cheeks and planted a sloppy wet kiss there. Nayan kissed her cheek and kissed up to her ear. Puchu and I could prominently hear the sounds of wet kissing. 
 

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When the butcher was done licking my mother's left cheek, he took a step back to admire the view of his work. One side of her pretty face was glistening with the man's saliva, almost reflecting the incoming light. With my mom's eyes closed, he started openly stroking his shaft over his lungi while staring at her face with a hungry look. It was quite big as it poked against the thin fabric of his dirty lungi. He took off his tank ("genji") now since the room was 
getting hotter by the minute. 
 
 
Nayan came forward again and this time, he tightly gripped my mother's jaw which caused her to open her eyes in shock.
 
He then forcibly turned her head around to face him. Perhaps the strong desi liquor was beginning to take effect. When my mom looked into his lusty eyes, she became incredibly frightened. She wanted to turn away and escape the strong stench of liquor emanating from this low-class pervert's mouth , but she was frozen in fear. "Ebar thonth!" ("Now lips!"), he declared with a crude voice. 
 
 
Puchu whispered again, "Dekh! Ebar tor magi ma jibone prothombar desi mod er shadh pabe. Tao amar Mama'r thonth diye!" ("Watch! Now, your bitch mother will taste desi liquor for the first time in her life. That too from my Uncle's lips.") 
 
The butcher brought my mom's face closer to his and placed his rough black lips against her soft rosy petals. My mother closed her eyes and pressed her lips together to avoid this man's attack. Nayan flicked out his tongue and attempted to part her lips with it. When he realized it was difficult, he said with a crude voice, "Thonth ta khol! Jibh ta bhetore dhukte de!" ("Open your lips! Let my tongue enter!") It was shocking to see how bold this butcher had become. He was no longer addressing my high-class mother as "apni" and instead, was now referring to her as "tui", which was indeed very degrading. 
 
 
My mother was scared and therefore, had to obey this pervert's wishes.
 
 
The butcher tried again and this time he was successfully able to part her lips with his long tongue. As soon as my mother's lips were parted, he thrust his tongue into her mouth like a snake. Nayan's daily diet included desi liquor, paan, gutkha and a lot of other distasteful things. And as his tongue explored the insides of my mother's mouth, I wonder how much of those things she could taste herself. The butcher was now massaging his tongue over hers. Beads of saliva were sexily dripping from their mouths and falling onto the exposed top-halves of her mature breasts. Nayan released his grip from her jaw and slowly dropped his hand to her shoulder, pulled her towards him and continued kissing her on the lips. As he pulled her closer, her sari-clad breasts pressed and slid across his bare chest. He pulled her against him more tightly, almost in a hug. His erect manhood was also poking against her plump thighs now, as she shivered due to its feel. 
 
 
Initially, my mother hesitated and then slowly started reciprocating. Perhaps the earlier incident with our servant
Haria had left her somewhat unsatisfied and therefore, the crude acts of this lowborne butcher was beginnning to turn her on. She wrapped her hands around his neck and they kissed passionately. 
 
 
They were gripping each other frantically now. This continued for a few minutes, after which they finally came up for air and she looked as if she was going to push him away. But then he kissed her again! This time he gently bit her lips, making her groan in both pain and pleasure. The room was silent, except for some soft sucking and kissing noises. 
 
He then slobbered over her lips and tongued her mouth and throat for what felt like ages.
 
I was incredibly aroused; my cock was throbbing. Suddenly, Puchu squeezed it tighter and I moaned, "Ahhhh. Aste." ("Ahhh. Slowly."), I pleaded. Puchu was grinning like a hyena.
 
 
When they finally broke the kiss, my mother was a mess. Her pallu was completely off her shoulder and was now hanging from her left arm. Her blouse covered breasts were exposed for this perverse man to leer and explore with his eyes. Her face was glistening with this man's saliva and some of their mixed saliva was actually dripping like long strings of silk from her mouth, onto her blouse covered tits. "Tor ma ke toh puro sonargachir rendir moton lagche re! Isshhh ami jodi bhetore thaktam!" ("Your mother looks exactly like one of those whores from sonargachi! Issshhh, if only I was inside!"), Puchu said as he stroked my cock faster. I was feeling both embarrased and aroused by his continuous dirty commentary as well as his expert stroking.
 
 
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door!

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Chapter 11

 
Return to the market - Part IV
As soon as my mom heard the knock on the door, she got thoroughly scared. Nayan tried to calm her down, "Chinta korben na. Ami dekhchi ke eseche." ("Don't worry. I'll see who it is."), he again reverted back to his polite manner of saying "apni" instead of "tui" and I could see his dick beginning to get limp.
 
My mother was almost in tears. A moment ago she was incredibly aroused and now she seemed terribly ashamed by what she had done. She immediately started wiping off all the sticky saliva from her face. This was an incredibly erotic sight - my sweet homely mother wiping off another man's juices from her smooth cheeks and the rest of her pretty white face! She also adjusted the pallu of her sari so that it more adequately covered her ample breasts.
 
Before opening the door, the butcher gave once last glance at my mother and she turned around, with her back now facing the door. Nayan then opened the latch, partially opened the door and snuck his head out through the opening. "Ki re laora Ki chodacchis etokhon dhore bhetore" ("What are you upto, you dick What the fuck are you doing inside this hut for so long"), the man outside said. I was surprised to notice that it was the same sabziwala that we had met a few days ago, the one who was staring at my mother's plunging cleavage while she was trying to buy fruits from her.
 
"Na re, bara. Ei ektu boshe chilam." ("No, you prick. I just came her to sit down, that's all."), the butcher replied casually.
 
But the sabziwala wasn't convinced. "Tor thobra dekhe bojha jache kichu ekta byapar ache Bol na sala ki hoeche! Magi der moton lojja pachis keno" ("Your face is telling a different story. Just tell me what the matter is. Why are you acting so shy like a little bitch") At this point, I was starting to get scared as well. My dick was getting flaccid inside Puchu's hand and this seemed to annoy him a lot more than the arrival of some random sabziwala.
 
"Ki holo Tomar dhon ta erom foshke jache keno" ("What happened Why is your shaft turning limp all of a sudden") With that, he gripped onto my cock a little tighter.
 
I nervously replied, "Na asole amar ma jodi dhora pore jae, tahle ki hobe" (No, actually, I was thinking what if my mother get's caught.") My heart was beating faster now thinking of the consequences if she were really caught.
 
Then my worst fears were pronounced by this perverted 18 year old himself. "Ki ar hobe Amar Mama r Salim dujone mile tomar ma er guder rosh upobhog korte." ("What do you think will happen Then, my Mama and Salim can both get a taste your mother's cunt juices."), he replied with an evil smile. Although I was enjoying whatever was happening up until this point, I certainly didn't want her to do something she wasn't comfortable in. And this sabziwala looked uglier than any low class man I'd ever seen.
 
Suddenly he said, "Ei bhetore ke" ("Hey, who's inside") Both mine and my mother's hearts skipped a beat when he asked that. The sabziwala peered into the room and saw my mother standing there facing backwards. He gave a smirk and asked Nayan, "Kire, magi lukiye rekhechis bhetore Agey bolbi toh. Mmmm Hmmm. Eka eka khabi Nijer bhai-bondhuder ke swadh nite dibi na ektuo" ("So you're hiding a bitch inside, are you You should've said earlier. Mmmmm Hmmm. Are you going to have her all to yourself Aren't you going to let your friends taste her") The butcher looked back at my mother with a smile. I bet my mother's ears were getting warm hearing these low class people talking so cheaply about her and thinking that she's some common whore. I have to admit though, between the sabziwala's degrading words and Puchu constant pinching and stroking of my dick, I was starting to get hard again.
 
"Na, ajke na. Aaj ei magita amar dhon er byatha metabe." ("No, not today. Today this slut will ease my cock's pain."), he said while ogling her. I could see that his crude words were affecting my mom as she was trembling like a leaf.
 
"Hmmm. Magitar boyesh koto Dekhe toh khub beshi mone hoche na." ("Hmmm. What is that slut's age She doesn't look too old."), the sabziwala said, while licking his own lips.
 
"Ei 40-45 hobe bodhae. Magi chodar somoe eto proshno korte nei. Ei jonne tor bhag e aaj obdi keu jote ni, tor nirosh bou ke chara." ("40-45 maybe. When your fucking a slut, you shouldn't ask so many questions. That is why you've never had a woman other than your juiceless wife.")
 
"Ahahaha...ta bote. Tahle tor kaj howar por ki amra ei bessha take aaj rat er jnoo pete pari" ("Aahahah...that's true. So once you're done with her, can we take this whore for the night") I could see that the sight of my mother's mature body had turned him on a lot. His eyes were fixed on her shapely figure and they were examining every inch of her hot body.
 
"Dekha jabe. Age ami or guder jwala ta mitiye di. Tarpor jodi toder jonno kichu bache tahle raat eo deke nebo. Kachei thake, tai chinta koris na." ("We'll see. First I'll soothe the fire in her cunt. Then if anything's left of her when I'm done, then I'll bring her to you at night. She lives close by, so don't worry.") With that, he bid farewell to his perverse low class friend and closed the door.
 

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Now, he refocused his attention towards my mother. He walked up to her and gently holding her shoulder, he turned her around to face him. My mother was almost in tears as she pleaded, "Please, doya kore amae chere dao. Ami tomar paye pori." ("Please, let me go. I beg you.")

 
But Nayan wasn't going to have any of that now, especially when he felt he was in control. "Chup sali rendi!" ("Shut up, you fucking slut!"), he yelled, causing my mother to become petrified. "Jerom bolchi serom kor! Tahle dekhbi tui o onek shukh pabi." ("Do what you're told! Then you might be able to derive some pleasure out of this as well.") Saying that, he grabbed my mother's pallu and tossed it from her bosom. She made no attempts to stop him since she was utterly scared now.
 
Me and Puchu then watched as he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her over to him. He planted a kiss right on her lips again. They kissed very passionately for what seemed like hours, Nayan groping her beautiful body, making my mother moan like I had never heard before. He applied lots of pressure on her lips now and even more tongue. After a few minutes, their lips parted and Nayan found his way to her neck. He pushed her hair aside and kissed her on the neck. She gave a little gasp as he kissed, then sucked on it. He ran his tongue across her skin up into her ear.
 
The butcher then let his hands slide down and caress her butt cheeks over her sari. She threw her head back and pulled him closer, perhaps getting aroused again. Keeping it up, he kept squeezing her ass cheeks as his tongue drove her over the edge and beyond, her back arching as he worked his magic. My mother's mouth a gaping open and she was moaning continuously like a true whore. "Ahhhh ....Uhhhhh ....Ufffff", her moans were exciting both me and Puchu as well since we both began to pump our fists faster over each other's cocks.
 
The butcher then freed one head from her butt and began unfastening the hooks of my mom's blouse. As soon as they were open, he quickly asked my mother to take it off. To my surprise, my mother obeyed and hastily took off her blouse and tossed it on the bed beside them. The butcher was somewhat stunned seeing the size and beauty of my mother's half-naked breasts. Her huge milky whites were almost popping out of her brassiere. For nearly a minute, he kept staring at them while my mother's cheeks turned red.
 
"Erom bhabe dekho na doya kore. Amar kerom ekta lagche." ("Please don't look at me like this. I feel so odd."), my mother coyly said.
 
"Arey magi, ki baniechis re doodhgulo! Erom torbuj er moton mai toiri ki kore Onekjon er kaach theke chodon khechis naki" ("What great tits you're carrying, you fucking slut! How did you manage to grow such huge melons Have you been fucked by a lot of men"), Nayan said while hungrily lapping her huge boobies with his eyes and staring straight into her deep cleavage.
 
My mother's cheeks became redder. "Please, erom bolo na. Ami ek bhalo ghorer bou." ("Please don't say such things. I'm a housewife of a good family.")
 
"Bhalo ghorer bourae sobcheye boro khanki hoe!" ("Housewives belonging to good homes are usually sluts."), he replied crudely.
 
Nayan then pulled her close and they kissed, while he ran his hands over her bra-covered boobs. My mom was nervous, but she was excited too, and she tried to let it show when she returned his kiss. He was able to trace her nipples over her bra and immediately pinched them!
 
"Mmmmmm.", my mother moaned in pain and pleasure, while her lips remained locked in the kiss. He then wrapped his arms around her and his fingers started exploring her smooth back. He was tracing the straps of her bra over her back and suddenly, when he found her bra clip, he unclipped it with one swift movement of his forefinger and thumb.
 
I could see my mother struggling to break the kiss, but this butcher wasn't letting her. He held her tightly and proceeded to remove her bra clean off her shoulders. One step at a time, he took one of her shoulder straps down. Then slowly, he took he other one down. Now, her white bra was only hanging due to support of her huge milk tanks. Nayan shoved his right hand between their mashed bodies and in one swoop, he pulled my mother's bra out from under her boobs and tossed it on the bed with the rest of her clothing. Thus, my sweet mature mother was now standing topless in front of this low class butcher!
 
 
 

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Chapter 12

 
Return to the market - Part V
Once her bra was ripped off her heaving chest, my mother's huge boobs bounced into view. She broke the kiss and quickly covered her naked breasts with both hands. The butcher's eyes widened when he saw her in that state, her tight beacons bulging out from the sides of her hands. "Uff saali! Haath shora. Eto kichu hoye jawar por ekhon sati sajar natok korchis Haath shora bolchi!" ("Uff baby! Move your hands. After all this has happened, you're acting like a good woman Move you hand, I said!") , he shouted.
 
The loudness of his voice scared my mother. But she was still hesitant to remove her hands and show this low class man her mature mammies. Impatiently, the butcher marched up to her and forcibly grasped her hands away from her breasts!
 
Looking at Nayan's expression, one could clearly make out that he had never seen such m mamaries in his life. He kept staring at them with hungry eyes and also started to mildly stroke his cock over his lungi. "Orey magi! Tor doodh gulo toh bibhodsho! Ei boyoshe erom tight mai! Saalaaa!!!! Erom doodh dekhar soubhago je ami ei jonme pabo amar jana chilo na." ("You slut! Your tits are huge! Such tight mammaries at such a mature age! I never thought I'd be lucky enough to see such milk tanks in my entire life.")
 
My mom looked away. Although her eyes were closed, occassionaly she kept stealing glances at the butcher's left hand as it gently carressed his cock that was now fully erect and was poking against his lungi. "Erom bhabe keno dekhcho Ami ek bhodro ghorer bibahito mohila. Amar ek chele ache. Amake chere dao please." ("Why are you looking at me like this I'm a housewife of a noble household. I have a son. Let me go, please."), she said in a pleading voice.
 
Nayan came closer to my mom and started to gently rub her arm with his right hand, in an almost tickling manner. My sensitive mother trembled slightly owing to his cold touches. He then whispered, "Ato chaap nish na. Toke ekhane keu dekhte pabe na. Ami tor sathe shudhu ektu mosti korte chai. Tor ei nogno sorirer moja lutche chai." ("Don't worry so much. No one will see you here. I just want to have some fun with you. I just want to enjoy you're naked body somewhat.")
 
With his rough hand, the butcher then grasped my mother's breasts, squeezing them tight until she thought she would cry out. "Unghhhhh...Aieee!!!", she cried out in pain. With his other hand, he suddenly grasped her fleshy waist and pulled her closer, pressing her plump melons against his muscular bare chest. My mom's timid eyes were now looking into this low class man's lustful eyes. His shaft was now poking against her sari-covered thighs and indeed that was making her uncomfortable.
 
This scene was so erotic that both Puchu and I became slow in our pumping of each other's cocks, savoring the moment and waiting for more action to happen.
 
"Tor kichuta ojon halka kore diechi tor blouse ebong bra khule. Ebar monehoche amar sorirer bojhao kichuta komate hobe." ("I've reduced some of the burden that you were carrying with your blouse and bra. Now, it's time I reduce some of my own weights."), Nayan said. My mom had no idea what he was talking about, so he explained in the most crude manner that was befitting for a low-class butcher. "Amar dhon dekhbi" ("Do you want to see my dick"), he asked.
 
My mother was shocked and it showed on her face as sweat began to pour from her forehead. "K...Ki bolcho esob" ("Wh...What are you saying"), she said.
 
Without saying any more words, the butcher unwrapped his lungi and immediately his fly proudly came into view. His shaft was standing erect at nearly 7-inches and pointed straight at my mother's crotch.
 
My sweet innocent mom became speechless as she gawked at his erect manhood. I doubt she had ever seen someone else's member, other than my dad's, in her life.
 
"Bol magi, pochondo hoyeche" ("Tell me slut, do you like it"). My mother was so stupefied by the sheer size and thickness of this low-class butcher's cock that she couldn't utter a single word. "Tor bor er theke choto na boro" ("Is it bigger or smaller than your hubby.") She kept quiet and her eyes were still fixed onto to the erect member.
 
"Bol saali!" ("Say it, you whore!"), he yelled, this time slapping her left tit hard with his right hand causing it to jiggle invitingly.
 
Jumping out of her trance and wincing in pain, she said, "Ooooohhhh...boro...boro! Amar bor er theke onek boro!" ("Ooooohhhh...bigger...bigger! It's much bigger than my husband's!")
 
"Sotti" ("Really"), he asked again in excitement.
 
Having to admit such a personal thing in front of an outsider - than too in front of a low class butcher - had to be the most embarrassing moment of her life. She shook her head in shame and said, "Hain. Sotti." ("Yes. Really.").
 
"Amar bara ta dhore bol!" ("Touch my dick and then tell me!") This was the proverbial nail in the coffin. Although she had crossed a few barriers by being topless in front of this butcher, touching his cock would be the most taboo thing she had ever done. In her mind, I think, this was the equivalent of cheating on my dad. So, she kept her head low and her mouth shut. "Shunechis ami ki bollam" ("Did you hear what I said"), Nayan said in a rough voice, "Dhore bol kar ta boro. Amar ta na tor bor er ta." ("Grab it and then tell me whose is bigger. Mine or ur husband's.") I could tell my mother's resolve was weakening. Her closed fist slowly began to open. I guess the sight of such a manly pecker was beginning to overpower her sense of loyalty to her husband.
 

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But Nayan was too impatient. After waiting for two-three minutes, he forcibly grabbed my mom's arm and laid it on his huge shaft. The feeling must have been sensational as I saw minimal protest from my mother when he did that. As a matter of fact, instead of removing her hand, she gripped the butcher's veiny manhood even tighter. 
 
"Ki Kar ta boro" ("So, who's bigger"), the butcher asked with an evil smile.
 
"To...Tomar ta." ("Yo...Your's."), my mother replied as her cheeks turned pink. I was even shocked to see her as she moved her hand very slowly on Nayans cock.
 
This low class butcher couldn't wait any longer as he grabbed my mother's jutting boobs with both hands. He lowered his head, taking her nipple and part of her breast into his mouth, gently sucking. My mom arched her head back and closed
her eyes, while pumping his erect member faster and harder. He alternated between right and left breasts, keeping her excited and on the edge.
 
Puchu began pumping my cock furiously now and I was returning the favor. We were really getting close to reaching a huge climax.
 
After nearly five minutes of this action, all three of us - the butcher, Puchu and me - spurted our loads. Our cum splattered across the wall while my mother's right hand was covered in the butcher's cum, straight up till her elbow. My mother too appeared to be shaking, probably due to the effects of the butcher's sucking that she had her own orgasm. They both almost collapsed on the bed beside them.
 
Nayan then looked at my mother and smiled, "Onekdin baade erom maal felalam. Tor moton cheez age konodin dekhini. Aaj theke tui majhe majhe eshe amar ebong tor nijer sorir er gorom mitiye jabi. Bujli" ("It's been a long time since I released this much cum. I've never seen a babe like you. From today onwards, you'll come to me whenever you're free so that we can both alleviate our bodily desires. Understood")
 
My mother didn't answer the question. She simply asked, "Ebar ami jai" ("Shall I go now")
 
"Agey bol. Asbi kina" ("First tell me. Will you come")
 
"Chesta korbo." ("I'll try.")
 
The butcher gave a triumphant smile. "Ja ebar tahle." ("Then go now.") My mom quickly wiped off the excess cum from her hand with the bedsheet and started to gather her clothes. But her bra was missing. She looked questioningly at Nayan who held it with his finger and said with an evil smile, "Eta amar kache thak. Roj raate etar gondho shukhe mooth marbo." ("Let this remain with me. Every night I'll sniff it and then masturbate thinking of you.") My mom's cheeks became instantly red with shame when he said that. Seeing no other option, she quickly wore her blouse and somehow dbangd her saree over her body.
 
I too wore my pants, alongwith with Puchu and we almost ran towards the shop.
 
When I saw my mother, her hair was a mess and her blouse was wet. Her saree seemed like it would fall off any moment. "Chol, bari chol!" ("Let's go home!")
 
The meat was already packed and I quickly grabbed it from Puchu, who winked at me on the way out. Then we both left for our house.
 
Unknown to us, someone other than our servant had been waiting for us there, at home.
 
 
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Chapter 13

 
Shyam Uncle, the neighbourhood pervert!
After my mom and I returned home, we saw our servant waiting for us in the living room cutting some vegetables. When he saw my mom's condition, he kept staring at her with lust-filled eyes. His hungry eyes were fixed on the side of her wet blouse that was clinging to her mature body. Also, her hair was in a severe mess and I'm sure that seeing her in such a nasty state, this low-class servant had some idea as to what she had been through. My mother then quickly went to the bathroom to have another shower. I was tired after having that immense orgasm and so I went to my room and slept off.
 
I woke up in the afternoon when it was close to 3 pm. The reason I woke up was because I heard male voices coming from our downstairs living room. I was surprised because Haria was scheduled to finish his work by 2pm and leave. But I realized later that the male voice I heard didn't belong to Haria or even my dad. It was the voice of Shyam Uncle who had been spying on my mother this morning, when she was being used by our servant. To recall, he was a man in his mid-fifties, with a pot-belly and an ugly rugged face. I hurriedly went to the staircase and started peeping into the living room from there.
 
Shyam Uncle was sitting on the sofa, wearing a yellow shirt and black trousers. My mother came with a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits. She was wearing a modest red-colored silk nighty that she often wore when we had visitors. The nighty was half-sleeved and covered most of her body, except her forearms. When she bent to set the items in her hand on the tea-table, Shyam Uncle's eyes trialed towards the small gap created in her nighty due to the bend and I'm sure he must've had a short glimpse of my mom's tits. For a moment, my mom too saw what he was doing and immediately stood up to avert further embarrassment. Her face was filled with anger as well as a sense of anxiety. She knew what this perverted man had seen her doing and could very well use it against her.
 
"Shikha, aaj tumi amae ja dekhiecho, seta dekhe ami ekebare pagol hoegechi!" ("Shikha, after seeing what you showed me today, I've totally gone crazy!"), he said, baring his dirty yellow teeth with a cocky smile. I was surprised to hear him calling my mom by her first name. Before, he used to address her as just 'Didi' or 'Shikha Di'.
 
My mother was surprised too and she was almost shaking now. "Ki... Ki sob bolchen apni" ("What...What are you saying")
 
"Thik i toh bolchi. Tumi emon i maal je jekono manush tomae dekhlei gorom hoejabe." ("I'm telling the truth. You're such a sweet piece of work that if any man sees you, then he will instantly become hot.")
 
Trying to get some control of the situation, my mom yelled aggresively, "Ki bolchen ta ki Apnar matha kharap hoegeche! Jan! Beriye jan ghor theke!" ("What are you saying You've gone crazy! Get out! Get out of my house!")
 
But Shyam Uncle appeared as cool and confident as ever. "Darao Shikha darling, eto taratari rege jeo na." ("Wait, Shikha darling, don't get angry so fast.")
 
"Tomar nongra jibh theke amar naam ekdom nebe na! Bero bolchi, ghor theke! Noeto ami chilliye lok joro korbo." ("Don't utter my name with your dirty tongue. Just get out! Otherwise, I'll scream and call the neighbors.") My mom understood that this man had no evidence to prove his claims and therefore, would not be able to harm her or rat her out in front of anyone. Plus, over the years, Shyam Uncle had gathered a bad reputation in the neighborhood since he always had eyes for other people's wives. He was the neighborhood pervert. Whenever he met any woman, his eyes used to shamelessly trail towards their private parts and this hardly went unnoticed. That's why, very few people liked him. So, my mom knew that if she were to gather the people from nearby houses, they would most definitely believe her word against this pervert's.
 
But, Shyam Uncle had an ace up his sleeve, which he hadn't revealed yet. "Tumi chaile lok joro korte paro. Kintu agey amar kache tomar jonn ekta gift ache. Seta dekhe nao." ("You can gather as many people as you want. But first let me show you a gift.") He poked his hand inside his trouser pocket and brought out a digital camera. "Asho, dekhe jao." ("Come, see this.")
 
My mother slowly and reluctantly walked closer to where he was sitting. "Chinta koro na. Ami ekhuni tomar gaye haath debo na. Setar jonno prochur somoe ache. Ei chobigulo dekhlei bujte parbe." ("Don't worry. I won't touch you just yet. There's plenty of time for that. You'll understand what I'm saying when you take a look at these pictures."), he said.
 
Ignoring his words, my mother sat on the tea-table close to him and Uncle Shyam turned the digital screen towards my mother. Then he began to sift through the photos. Her expression changed to one of shock and embarrassment as she glanced through one photo after another. Although I had not seen the pictures myself, I could very well guess what they were.
 
Shyam Uncle enjoyed the look of fear and shock on my mother's face and decided to torture her some more. "Dekhcho Shikha, ki odbhut sundor lagche tomae. Ami onekdin dhorei tomae dekchilam, lukiye lukiye tomar chobi tulchilam. Tumi majhe majhei snan kore beriye janla bondo korte bhule jao ar dress change korte thako. Tokhon prae tomae langto obosthay dekhtam. Jotobari tomar ei forsa tight deho ebong sundor mukh dekhtam, amar lund ta tene jeto." ("See Shikha, how unbelievably beautiful you're looking. I've been watching you for a long time, taking your pictures while in hiding. Several times you have come out of the bathroom and forgotten to close your dressing room window, beforechanging. That's when I used to see you naked. Everytime I saw you're fair tight body and beautiful face, my dick
got so hard.") Shyam Uncle then openly started caressing his crotch over his trousers. His demeaning seductive words - like "langto" and "doodh" - had begun to have an effect on my mother as well, since I saw her nipple impressions clearly showing as they streched against the fabric of her nightgown. Plus, beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as she slowly grasped who was in control.
 
Shyam Uncle continued, "Ami goto du-teen maash dhore tomar chobi tulchi. Majhe majhe bra-panty pora obosthay, majhe majhe khali blouse ar petticoat, r majhe majhe langto obosthay. Uff tumi jano na tomar ei chobi dekhe ebong tomar modok cheharar kotha chinta kore kotobar mooth merechi." ("I have been taking pictures of you in various stages of undress, for the past three months. Sometimes when you're wearing bra and panties, sometimes when you're wearing blouse and petticoat, sometimes when you're totally nude. Uff you have no idea how many times I've masturbated while watching your pictures and thinking about your hot mature body.") He started pressing and squeezing his dick more vigorously making the atmosphere even more tantalizing.
 
My mother's mouth gaped open when he showed her the latest set of pictures. "Tobe sobcheye obak ami aaj sokale hoechi jokhon tomar chakor ke tomae langto kore tomar ei rosalo deher sathe khela korte dekhechi." ("Though I was more surprised today morning when I saw your servant taking off your clothes and playing with your juicy body.") My mom lowered her head in shame. The worst insult came when he showed her the last photo. "Ei dekho. Eta amar favorite."
 
("Watch this. This is my favorite.") She looked for a second and then turned away, closing her eyes. Shyam Uncle, though, continued to run his mouth. "Ki darun lagchile tumi khali panty pora obosthay oi janlar grill gulo dhore darie. R pechon theke tomader ghorer chakor jore jore tomar rosalo mai tipche ar tomar forsa chikna ghar e chumu khache. Uff ki scene chilo seta!" ("You were looking so great, wearing just a panty and standing against those window grills. And you're servant was squeezing your juicy tits from behind while kissing your tasty white smooth neck. What a scene that was!")

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Out of impulse and excitement, he suddenly wrapped his free hand across my mom's waist which caused her to jump off the tea-table in surprise. "Eta...ki korchen apni Apni bolechilen amake choben na." ("What...what are you doing You said you weren't going to touch me."), she said with a much lower base. Uncle Shyam bit his tongue. "Oho! Amari bhul. Kintu tomar ei darun sexy chobigulo dekhe ami aar nijeke shamlate parini. Ei chobigulo bikri korle prochur poisha pawa jabe." ("Oho! My mistake. But I couldn't stop myself after watching all these sexy photos of yours. These pictures will fetch good money if I decide to sell them.")
 
My mother immediately folded her hands and pleaded, "Na please, erom korben na. Apni ja bolben, jerom bolben, ami seromi korbo." ("No, please don't do this. I'll do whatever you ask, in return.")
 
A wicked smile crossed his dirty lips. "Good. Tahle ajker theke tumi amar ghulam. Ami jerom bolbo tomae serom korte hobe." ("Good. Then, from today onwards, you're my slave. You'll do whatever I say.")
 
My mother shook her head. "Kintu amar swami ar chele jante parle" ("But what if my husband or son finds out")
 
"Chinta koro na. Oder samne tumi sati-sabitri hoye thakbe, kintu amar samne amar ghulam hoye. Bujhecho" ("Don't worry. In front of them you'll remain a devoted wife and mother, but with me you'll act like my slave. Is that clear")
 
With her head held low, she replied, "Hain. Thikache." ("Okay. As you wish.") "Tahle ami ja ja jigesh korchi seta sotti kore uttor dao. Tumi ei nighty'r bhetore ki pore acho" ("Then you'll answer everything I ask truthfully. What are you wearing underneath this nightgown")
 
Without looking into his eyes, my mother replied, "K...Kichu na. Ami bhetore kichu pore nei." ("N...Nothing. I'm not wearing anything underneath.")
 
The old man's eyes lit up in excitement. "Tai naki Tahle tomar bedroom e cholo. Ami dekhte chai tumi sotti bolcho na mithe." ("Really Then let's go to your bedroom. I want to test if you're telling the truth or not.")
 
 

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Chapter 14

Shyam Uncle, the neighbourhood pervert! (Part II)
My mom was shocked. "Amar bedroom" ("My bedroom"), she asked to confirm, hoping that Shyam Uncle was just plain joking.
 
But he was not. "Hain. Abar ki Obossho tumi chaile ekhaneo amra khelte pari." ("Yes. What else Of course, if you want then we can play here as well."), he winked like a devil. "Tumi jerom bolbe." ("The choice is yours.")
 
My mom realized that I could wake up any second. She thought that if I somehow came to know about her ordeal with our servant Haria, then she would feel very embarrassed. Also, I could also tell Dad about what she's been up to in his absence. This was a risk she couldn't afford to take. On the other hand, before this, she had never allowed any male in her bedroom other than my dad. And she knew what kind of a pervert this Shyam Uncle was. Once she let him inside her bedroom, she would be giving him an open opportunity to do anything she wanted with her. But there was no other choice.
 
She shook her head and replied, "Acha cholun amar bedroom e." ("Fine, come with me to my bedroom.")
 
Uncle Shyam couldn't wait. He jumped up from the sofa and started following my mom into her bedroom. The bedroom was on the upper floor and I had to take cover. I quickly entered my room, closed the door and pretended to be asleep. When I heard their steps as they were walking up the staircase. When they reached the third floor of our house, I heard a knock on the door. "Babu, tui ghumachish" ("Babu, are you sleeping"), my mom asked from outside. I knew that if I responded then she would ask Shyam Uncle to leave. So, I stayed quiet hoping that my mom will think I'm sleeping.
 
When my mom didn't hear any response, I heard her locking the door from the outside. I smiled thinking how naive she was. They moved to the other room beside mine, where my mom and dad usually sleep. I heard the door open and then close shut. That's when I decided to get up.
 
What my mom forgot was that our room's balconies were located very close to each other, only about a foot apart. I immediately went to my balcony. It was close to evening and was starting to get dark. I carefully and hastily put my left foot across the gap and onto my parent's bedroom balcony. And then the right one. I was desperate to watch what was going on and nothing could stop me. When I reached their balcony, I hid myself below the short glass window and peeped inside to see what was going on.
 
Shyam Uncle was sitting on the edge of the bed and my mom was standing just a few feet away, facing him with a look of fear and tension on her face. "Shikha, tomar bedroom ta toh sanghatik! Er age kojon ke dhukiecho ekhane" ("Shikha, you're bedroom is amazing! How many people have you taken inside here")
 
"Isshhh..chi! Apnar lojja kore na Esob ki bolchen Ami amar husband ke chara kauke ekhane aste dini aaj obdi!" ("Isshhhh...chi! Don't you have the least bit of shame. I've never allowed anyone other than my husband to come in here!")
 
"Tai naki Tomader oi chakor ta keo na" ("Is that so Not even that servant of yours"), he gave a wicked smile.
 
"Ekebarei na! Dekhun o ajkei kaje prothombar eschilo. R ami oi dhoroner mohila noe!" ("Never! Listen, today is the first day he came to work. And besides, I'm not that kind of woman!")
 
Shyam Uncle put a finger on his lips and said, "Shhhhh! Chitkar koro na. Tomar chele pasher ghore ghumacche. Jege gele kelenkari hoe jabe. Amar ar ki ache Amaketo emniteo parae keu pochondo kore na. Kintu tomar ei sexy chobigulo market e beriye gele, tomake bessa bole parar lokera ekhan theke tariye debe ebong tomar shwami o tomar chele dujonei tomae chere chole jabe. Tai bolchi, aste kotha bolo." ("Shhh! Don't shout. Your son is in the next room. If he wakes up, then you're doomed. What do I have to lose The people in this neighborhood already consider me a pervert. But if you're sexy picture come out in the open, then the people will undoubtedly call you a whore and throw you out of this neighborhood. Moreover, you husband and son will also be forced to leave you. That's why I'm telling you to talk softly.")
 
My mother was forced to cool down for the sake of her honor. This vile, ugly pervert had her exactly where he wanted. "Ebar ami jemon jemon proshno korchi, thik temon temon uttor dao." ("Now, answer my question exactly as I put them in front of you.") She nodded her head submissively. "Acha ebar tahle bolo, tumi je ektu age bolle tumi 'oi dhoroner mohila' nou, tar mane ki Ki dhoroner mohila" ("Okay, now tell me, when you said that you're not 'that kind of woman', what did you mean What kind of woman")
 
"Baje dhoroner." ("The bad kind."), my mom said, lowering her head.
 
Shyam Uncle decided to act dumb. "Baje dhoroner bolte Kerom dhoroner Thik kore bolo." ("What do you mean by 'the bad kind' Say it clearly.")
 
My mom knew the words he was looking for. But in her head, she was still a conservative housewife and therefore, she was afraid to use those dirty words. "Nongra dhoroner mohila." ("Dirty kind of women."), she said. The look on Shyam Uncle's face showed that he was disappointed with her replies. He tried to bring out the camera from his pocket again as a threat, when my mom decided to supress her pride and say the words. "Chuddakad mohila! Ishhhhh!" ("Slutty women! Ishhh!") She closed her eyes and bit her tongue as soon as she said the word.
 

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Shyam Uncle was impressed. He smiled and said, "Khub bhalo! Kintu aaj tumi ja tomar chakor sathe korchile seta toh onno kichui bolche. Jai hok, lojja peo na. Chuddakad howa kharap kichui na. Prottek ta manush kei nijer sorirer khide metate hoe, eta ami mone kori. Amar boyesh tomar theke khub ekta beshi na, kintu obhigotta tomar theke onektai beshi. Ami jani sorir er khide bere gele manush er ki obostha hoye. R tomar bor toh bodhaye onek maash dhorei tomar saririk khide metae ni. Tahle etar jnoo toh tomae keu dosh dite parbe na." ("Very good! But today what you were doing with your servant paints an entirely different picture. Anyways, don't feel ashamed. There's no shame in being slutty. Every person should quench their bodily hunger, that's what I feel. I'm not too older than you, but I certainly have more experience than you. I know what you feel when your bodily hunger increases to unbearable amounts. And you're husband hasn't touched you in months. No one can blame you for this.")

 
Uncle Shyam's strong and kind words were beginning to have an effect on my mother as I saw her nervousness decreasing. But she still restrained herself from speaking out her thoughts. "Acha, Shikha, ebar ekta kaaj koro, tumi lafate paro" ("Okay, Shikha, do one thing, can you jump")
 
My mother was shocked to hear such an absurd request. "Mane" ("What")
 
"Tumi lafate paro" ("Can you jump"), he repeated. "Khali 5-6 bar lafiye dekhao." ("Jump about 5-6 times.")
 
"Kintu..." ("But...")
 
"Arey darling, koro na jeta bolchi. Ami ekta jinish dekhte chai." ("Darling, do as I say. I just wanna see something.")
 
"Thikache." ("Fine.") My mother then bent her knees and jumped as high as she could. The moment she made the first jump, I was amazed and my eyes were literally glued on to her chest. The jump made her enormous tits bounce like a pair of beach balls. It was quite obvious that her large boobs were not encased in a bra and as her oversize breasts jiggled every time she moved, her huge nipples stuck out like little gbangs. Shyam Uncle was having a kick watching her in this state. His right hand automatically went to his crotch and he began caressing his dick openly over his trousers.
 
After six jumps, my mother noticed Shyam Uncle scratching his cock and immediately stopped. She was breathing heavily now, her melons going up and down slowly with every long breath.
 
"Darun, Shikha. Odbhut bhalo." The old man clapped like a teenager in his first strip club visit. Acha ebar dekhi tumi age sotti bolchile kina. Dhire dhire tomar nighty ta kholo aar amae dekhao bhetore ki lukiye ache." ("Wonderful, Shikha. Amazing performance. Okay, now let's see if you were telling the truth earlier or not. Slowly take off your nighty and show me what you're hiding underneath.")
 
"Ki" ("What"), she said, in shock.
 
"Ki holo abar Arey nijer chakor er samne lojja koro ni toh amar samne kiser lojja Dekho tumi ajker dine kichukhoner jnoo amar ghulam. Tumi ete nijei raji hoechile. R tachara ami toh ekhon obdi tomae chui ni. Amar onekdiner shok tomae samna-samni langto dekhar. Please, amake aar opekha korio na. Tai bolchi, khule felo nighty ta!" ("What happened now If you had no problem undressing in front of your servant, then why do you have a problem undressing in front of me Listen, you are my slave for some time today. You yourself agreed to this. Besides, I haven't even touched you yet. I have been dying to see your naked body for a long time. Please, don't make me wait any longer. Take off your nighty!")
 
My mom was cornered. There was no escape from this ugly pervert. "Thikache. Khulchi." ("Okay. I'm opening.") Slowly she lifted the folds of her nighty. First her creamy legs came into view causing Shyam Uncle to lick his lips in anticipation. Then, her meaty plump thighs appeared. They were properly shaved, looking fresh and inviting. Uncle clutched his shaft hard and let out a soft groan of pleasure and pain. Then her most private part was revealed. Her unshaved pussy! There was an abundance of hair covering her mound, but you could still see the juicy pink lips peeking through the jungle. Her pussy appeared to be a little less tight than I had expected and the sight seemed to excite Shyam Uncle to no end. His mouth was gaping open and even some saliva was slipping from it. My mom continued to take off her nighy and this time her perfect round boobs came into view.
 
Uncle couldn't hold his breath any more. "Wow! Tomar figure ta toh perfect akdom!" ("Wow! Your figure is totally perfect!") After taking off her dress mom attempted to throw that on the side of the floor, when Uncle said, "Darao! Tomar nighty ta amae dao!" ("Wait! Give your nighty to me!") With no other choice, she threw it towards him and he caught it with his hand.
 
I could see the disgust in my mom's face when this man began franctically sniffing at her dress like a wild dog. He even licked parts of it which caused my mom to shudder in excitement and repulsion. Finally, he let go and said, "Wow, Shikha! Ekbar ghure darao. Tomar pacha ta ektu dekhi." ("Wow, Shikha! Turn around. I want to see your ass.") Again, obeying the rules my sweet mother turned around and let this pervert watch her plump ass cheeks with hungry eyes. "Jhuke darao samner dike. Aar du haath die tomar pachar dabna guloke bhag koro. Ami tomar poder ched dekhte chai." ("Bend forward. And spread both your cheeks with your hands. I want to see your asshole.")
 
Rarely had I seen my mother subjected to such acts of depravity. But I have to admit, I was enjoying every second of her humiliation as I too started shagging my member with her acts.
 
My mother bent forwards and with her two hands, she parted her plump butt-cheeks and showed this pervert her inviting ass-crack. It was magnificent. Such a small and tight hole between two such huge globes. Amazing!
 
"Shikha, ami aar amar uttejona dhore rakhte parchina." ("Shikha, I can't control my urges any longer.")
 
My mom left her position and turned around, her white milk tanks again coming into view. "Mane Ki bolte chaichen apni" ("What Whata re you trying to say") She was worried now, thinking maybe he wanted to fuck her.
 
"Bolchilam je tomae erom eka langto hoye thakte dekhe amar mone koshto hochhe. Tai amio tomae join korte chai." ("What I'm trying to say is I'm feeling sorry seeing you standing naked all alone. So, I've decided to join you.") Saying this, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. My mother was too shocked to respond. Then Uncle Shyam took off his belt and stood up. As a result, my mom took two steps back. Then he unbuttoned his trousers and took them off. Now he was only wearing his underwear and from the size of the tent created over there, he seemed quite big for an old man. Then, he took that off as well.
 
His thick member sprung out immediately and was dangling in front of my mother now. It looked as big as mine. About six inches in length and around 3 inches thick. My mother couldn't take her eyes off it.
 
"Ki pochondo hoyeche, darling" ("So, do you like it, darling"), he asked with a wicked smile again.
 
Hearing his words, my mom snapped out of her trance and looked away. "Arey eto bhoy pacho keno Eta toh emon kichui boro na. Tomar gud e aaram se ete jabe." ("Hey, why are you acting so scared. It's not even that big. It'll fit smoothly in your pussy.") The word "gud" ("pussy") pinched her like a pin and she involuntarily said, "Isshhhh!".
 
He sat down again. "Tomar nipple guloke duto angul er majhe dhore chimti kato. Shakto koro. Ami oder shokto dekhte chai!" ("Take your nipples between two fingers and pinch them hard. Make them stiff. I wanna see them stiff!")
 
My mother obeyed. Placing her inder finger and thumb on two sides, she began pinching her nipples as hard as she could. The pain and pleasure was so much that she had to moan. "Ahhhhh...Unghhhhh...Isshhhhh...Ufff.." This old man was taking her to new heights of perversion and pleasure.
 
Uncle Shyam couldn't control himself and started stroking his already erect cock owing to the hot scence in front of him. My mom's eyes were now glued to his hand as they moved up and down his standing dick. She pinched her nipples even harder now, in excitement.
 
Finally, Uncle Shyam signalled her to stop. "Byas, onek hoeche. Ebar matite hatu gere bosho." ("Alright, that's enough. Now kneel down on the floor, in front of me.")
 
My mom did as she was told. Her eyes still fixed on his member. As soon as she got on all fours, her hanging mammaries appeared to jiggle erotically with every movement.
 
"Shabaash, darling! Ebar hamaguri diye amar bara tar kache esho. Aaj tumi prothombar ekjon paraye lok er dhon chusbe." ("Wonderful, darling! Now crawl to my erect baby-maker. Today, for the first time, you will taste a person's meat that's other than your husband.")
 
 

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Chapter 15

 
Shyam Uncle, the neighbourhood pervert! (Part III)
My mom was shocked to hear him say that. "Ki bolchen Ami konomotei ei nongra jinis ta mukhe nebo na!" ("What are you saying I'll never take this dirty thing into my mouth!") My mom was somewhat disgusted by it. Uncle's shaft had a lot of hair surrounding it and on top of that, it looked it hadn't been soaped in years. Although she liked seeing a fully grown male cock, I doubt she like whatever came with it.
 
Uncle Shyam had a wicked look in his eyes. "Mukhe toh tomae nitei hobe Shikha darling. Dekho amar ei bara ta buro boyesheo kerom tan hoye darie ache. Eta shudhu tomar sundor mukh ebong modok deher jnoo sombhob hoeche. Somoe noshto koro na. Taratari hamaguri die kache esho." ("You have no other choice but to take this in your mouth. Look how high my dick has risen up even at this age. This is only because of your beautiful face and your sexy body. Don;t waste time. Quickly crawl to me.") Uncle Shyam was right. His cock was so thick and erect that by looking at it you could never guess that it belongs to a man who's 50+ in age.
 
He was shamelessly stroking his member up and down, right in front of my mother's eyes and they too were glued on to it. A little bit of pre-cum was oozing out from the tip of his shaft and seeing that, my beautiful mother quickly licked away a narrow line of sweat upon her upper lip and hoped Shyam Uncle would not notice. No woman can resist the charms of a thick cock standing at attention and my mom was no different.
 
I think Uncle Shyam was also very excited upon seeing her on all fours - her magnificent tits dangling from her chest like two huge melons. He was trying hard not to cum then and there. "Taratari esho! Ami aar beshikhon dhore rakhte parbo na. Aar jodi tomar mukh amar dhone lagar age ami maal fele di tahle tomar somostho chobi ami parar sobaike dekhiye debo." ("Hurry up! I won't be able to hold it in much longer. And if I cum before you wrap you're mouth around my dick then I'll show these pictures to everyone in the neighborhood.")
 
My mother became scared. She quickly crawled like a cat over to where the bed was. She was looking like a bitch in heat, walking on all fours to suck a man's dick. Her tits swinging violently with every step, making Shyam Uncle and me even harder.
 
Finally when she reached him, her mouth was only inches away from his wiener. Seeing the opportunity, Uncle bent down and grabbed her hanging melons with both hands. My mom didn't move and was completely submitting to this old pervert's lewd acts. "Unhhhhh...Fffff...Aste tepo please." ("Unhhhhh...Fffff...Press them gently.") His hands caressed her breasts causing her to give soft moans of pleasure. Uncle Shyam's cock was smelly, so my mom had to turn her face sideways.
 
"Isshhh...ki gondho!" ("Issshhh...it stinks.")
 
Uncle Shyam laughed. "Hahaha...Obhassh koro darling. Aaj theke tumi ei buro bham er bara prae dekhte pabe. Ar tomake toh eta mukheo nite hobe. Tai gondho ta shojjo korte sekho." ("Hahaha...Get used to it, darling. You'll be seeing this old hanging meat a lot from now on. And besides, you'll have to put this in your mouth as well. So, learn to cope with the stench.") He squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples even harder causing her to moan again, "Aahhahhhhh....!". This Uncle was a real pervert. He was making my mom - a simple traditional housewife - do things she never thought she'd be doing in her life. And this was just the start!
 
After a 2-3 minutes of groping her, he let go of her soft breasts and said. "Bose theko na, darling. Amar dhon ta niye khela koro." ("Don't sit idle, darling. Play with my cock.")
 
My mom touched his erect rod with her left hand and Uncle Shyam shivered from the touch. She then started stroking his cock up and down, causing him to lay back on the bed and moan in pleasure. "Ahhhh...Uff Shikha. Tumi jano na ami koto bochor dhore ei sujoger opekhae chilam. Jobe theke amar bou amae divorce diye bari chere chole gechilo bigoto 8 bochor age, tokhon theke ami tomar moton ekta sexy housewife er khoje chilam. Aaj tomar haath er chowa peye ami ja feel korchi tomae bole bojhate parbo na." ("Ahhhh...uff, Shikha. You have no idea how many years I've waited for this opportunity. The day my wife left me about 8 years ago, I've been searching for a sexy housewife like you. Today after feeling your touch on my hard member, I can't tell you how happy I feel.")
 
Somehow, I think my mom was sympathizing with him. After all, not having someone to pleasure you for so long can turn anyone into a pervert. Uncle Shyam's kind words were beginning to have an effect on her as she started stroking his cock faster and then slowed down long enough to prolong the pleasure. She fondled his balls with her other hand, making them grow hard as well. The old pervert almost died from pleasure as she stroked up and down, jerking his cock with her hand.
 
Shyam Uncle closed his eyes and said, "Ebar mukhe nao." ("Now take it in your mouth.") This was the moment my lovely mother was dreading.
 
"Please mukhe nite bolo na. Gondho ta ami shojjo korte parbo na. Ga guliye uthbe." ("Please, don't make me put this in my mouth. The stench is too much to bear. I feel nauseous."), she pleaded.
 
"Kichu hobena. Ekbar mukhe niye dekho." ("Nothing will happen. Just take it in once.")
 
My mom made a contorted face, took his veiny cock in her soft hand and licked the under side. "Ahhhh..." Uncle Shyam moaned in ecstacy while she moved her head back in disgust. "Thambe na! Korte thako." ("Don't stop. Keep on doing it."), the old pervert said.
 
There was no other way out. My mom hesitated for a few more seconds and then lowered her head down to his shaft and kissed the head. She then started by slowly and gently licking Uncle's balls while also stroking his shaft up and down. He was just about ready to burst when she backed off just a bit. She then started to lick this old man's cock from top to bottom, swirling her tongue around the head. The old man kept moaning in pleasure as he tightly grabbed on to the sides of the bed. I couldn't hold on as I too started jerking furiously watching my mom suck a cock for the first time.
 
The sensation was wonderful and just when I thought I would never want the licking to stop, she started sucking. Her mouth engulfed Uncle Shyam's shaft in a warm and wet paradise. She bobbed up and down, alternating between slow, sensual licking and fast, aggressive sucking. As she sucked and slurped on Uncle Shyam's dick, the sights and sounds were almost too much for me to bear. The sucking and slurping noises she was making along with the feel of her mouth and tongue on his dick were taking Uncle Shyam to newer heights of pleasure. "Ungghhhhh.....Ahhhhh....Shikhhaaaaaa!!!", he moaned and cried.
 
My mom knew just what she was doing. She sucked with abandon until this old man was just about to explode, and then slowed almost to a stop and then started again. Surprisingly, Uncle Shyam's pecker was growing larger and thicker now. My mother wrapped her finger and thumb tightly around the base of his shaft to help him prolong his pleasure. After working on Uncle Shyam's cock for several minutes, she climbed down between his legs where she could lick and tease his testicles. She gently took each one into her mouth and sucked as the old pervert moaned with pleasure. Uncles testicles were huge and every time she would touch them with her tongue, his body would jump from the sensitivity in that area.
 
It almost looked like my mom was enjoying this. The disgust on her face was completely gone and it looked as if she was also in a lust-filled haze.
 
As I watched, my mom stopped licking Uncle Shyam's balls and started to lick and kiss his long member instead. She kept stroking it with her hand as she covered his cock with saliva. Finally she took the head into her mouth and started to suck it again. Finally he said, "Ufff...Shikha darling, ami aar dhore rakhte parchi na! Unghhhhhhhhh....AMi maallll felchiii!!" ("Ufff...Shikha darling, I can't hold it any longer! Unghhhhhh....I'm cummmmmmiiinnnngggggggg!!")

 
My mom quickly pulled his dick out of her mouth and spews of hot sperm landed on her face. It was such an incredible sight! She closed her eyes as the cum fell on her face, hair and her breasts. Uncle Shyam was spent. For a few minutes he laid on the bed unable to move. "Thank you, Shikha. Thank you very much. Tumi aaj ei buro manush take ja shukh diecho er age ar keo dite pareni." ("Thank you, Shikha. Thank you very much. The amount of pleasure that you've given me is unbelievable.") I looked down towards my pants and I too had wet my pants again.
 
 

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Chapter 16

 
Shyam Uncle, the neighbourhood pervert! (Part IV)
My mom was a hot mess. Her king size nipples were raw from all the fondling they had endured earlier, her face and hair were covered in dried cum. She tried to wipe the cum off her face with the bedsheet but it was not working. After 5-6 minutes Uncle Shyam had regained his energy and he sat up again on the bed. He looked at my mom and smiled.
 
"Tumi odbhut sundori Shikha. Uthe esho, amar kole bosho." ("You're very beautiful, Shikha. Come sit on my lap.")
 
My mom's resolve had weakened. After thoroughly enjoying that blowjob session with Uncle Shyam, I knew she had almost accepted her role as his slave. I was surprised to see her stand up naked upon his command and then gradually sit on this old pervert's lap without any form of protest or hesitation. My fully nude sweet mother was now sitting on this pervert's lap as he put one hand around her waist and with the other hand he started to fondle her huge breasts. The most shocking this was that even my mom was almost smiling now looking at his hungry eyes.
 
Uncle Shyam squeezed her boobs hard one time and immediately my mom winced in pain. "Uuuuu, ektu aste aste tipen na. Amar bhujhi ar batha lagena." ("Uuuuu, squeeze gently, please. I feel pain too, you know.") , she groaned.
 
Uncle Shyam laughed and said, "Arey eto boro boro ar norom aam ami kokhono dekhini!" ("I've never in my life seen such huge mangoes.") Then he shifted topics. "Shikha, tomar bor ta ekta asto gandu, na hole tomar moto emon dobka ekta maal chere keu baire pore thake. Tobe ar chinta koro na ekhon theke tomar borer kaj ami korbo. Ki, Shikha, ebar theke amar slave hoe ami ja boli tumi nije theke korte debe to" ("Shikha, your husband is an idiot, otherwise who would leave a hot bitch like you and go to out of town. But, don't worry, from now on I will take his place whenever he's not around. So, Shikha, will you be my slave from now on and do exactly as I say")
 
There was still some bit of shame left in her I felt when she said, "Na na esob thik na. Ar jodi keu jene jay Tobe ami to lojjay more jabo." ("No, this is not right. And what if someone finds out I'll die of shame.")
 
"Arey kichu hobena!" ("Nothing will happen!"), Uncle Shyam said. "Amar kotha thikthak bhabe mene cholle kichu hobena. Noyto tumi janoe chobigulo amar kache ache." ("If you listen to me and do as I say, then nothing will happen. Otherwise, you know I have the photos.") Uncle gave a wicked smile and looked at my mother.
 
My mom was almost about to cry. "Please, erom bolben na. Apni ja bolben, jerom bolben, ami serom i korbo." ("Please don't say that. I'll do whatever you say.")
 
"Good." Uncle Shyam pinched her nipples in excitement and my mom shivered and criet out, "Ungghhhhhh!!!"
 
"Amra dujon pran bhore moja korbo, Shikha. Tumi khali dekhte thako." ("We both will have a blast, Shikha. Just you wait.")
 
My mom was still hesitant. "Kintu loke jodi keu kichu sondheho kore" ("But what if people suspect")
 
"Arey keu janbe na! Ar ajj to tomar cheleo ekhane aache, o jante parlo kichu tobe oto bhoy na peye tumio ektu moja nao amar sexy darling. ar sono ekhon theke jokhon ami tomar ekhane asbo tokhon ektu kholamela posak pore thakbe. Tobe amader o moja korte subidhe hobe, ar sobay eta ke natural bapar hisebe nebe." ("No one will know! And today even your son is here. Did he find out Don't worry so much and enjoy yourself my sexy darling. And listen, from next time onwards whenever I come into your house I want you to wear something revealing. This way it will heighten the foreplay and also everyone will take it normally.")
 
Uncle Shyam pulled my mom closer to him with his right hand around her waist. He wrapped his other hand around her, touching her backside and then forcibly held her in a hug. Her skin seemed on fire and she lowered her body until her nipples brushed against Uncle's sweaty, hairy chest. "Ahhhhh...tomae jorie dhorte ki bhalo lagche. Ami ek somoy amar bouke erom langto obosthay jorie dhortam. Ufffff, kotodin por ei anubhuti ta fire pelam." ("Ahhhhhh....it feels so great to hug you like this. There was a time when I used to hug my wife like this when she was naked. Uffff, it's been so long like I felt a pair of naked boobs crushing against my chest.") After 2-3 minutes he released the hug. His left hand caressed her boobs and his right hand clung on to her fleshy waist.
 
"Ki, Shikha darling, bhalo lagche toh" ("So, Shikha darling, you like this, don't you"), he smiled and asked.
 
My mom snivelled and said, "Jani na, jan! Apni khub dustu jor kore amar sathe ki ki sob korle. Ekhon amar nighty ta din ami nighty porbo." ("Go to hell! You're very naughty, making me do such horrible things. Now give me back my nighty, I need to wear it.")
 
But Uncle was not through with her yet. "Aha ha eto tara keno Kono khoriddar opekha korche naki ey sundorir" ("Aha, why the hurry Is a customer waiting for your, beautiful")
 
My mom shouted, "Keno amake ki apnar serokom mone hoy" ("What kind of a woman do you think I am")
 
"Arey ami to emni bollam." ("Hey, I was just kidding.") He kissed mom's shoulder to please her. Then to take things further, he grabbed her head with his right hand and moved her face closer to his. My mom appeared to be saying something to Uncle Shyam as he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. It was a short kiss but it was on her lips! I noticed something else as well. While kissing, Uncle had moved his large right hand onto my mom's plump ass and was holding her tight.
 
After 30-40 seconds, Uncle Shyam released the kiss and I saw his dick once again beginning to come back to life. My mom's lips were glistening with Uncle's saliva, which she wiped off with her right hand. Uncle smiled cockily when he saw her do that and then asked a strange and shameless question, "Tumi panu dekho" ("Do you watch porn")
 
My mom's obvious answer was a loud "NA!".
 
"Keno" ("Why") The old pervert asked surprisedly.
 
"Ki sob nongra nongra jinish kore ora! Issshhhh!!!" ("All the disgusting things they do! Issshhhhhh!!")
 
"Ora ja ja korche ami o tomar sathe aste aste osob korbo. Dekhbe tumi khub moja pabe." ("Whatever they are doing, I'll also do with you. You'll enjoy it, you'll see.")
 
But my mom was reluctant. "Na na ami osob korbo na." ("No way I'm doing those things.")
 
"Keno tumi ajj moja pao ni" ("Why Didn't you have fun today")
 
My mom looked the other way and teasingly said, "Dhut! Dushtu kothakar!" ("Rats! You're so naughty!")
 
Uncle Shyam gently grasped her chin and turned her head around to face him. He tilted her head and gave my mom another long kiss on her lips. Driven by lust, my mom appeared to be kissing him back this time. She opened her lips and his tongue went inside her mouth. She slowly sucked on his tongue as he slowly worked his left hand up to massage her magnificent globes and right hand squeezing her enormous butt-cheeks. My mom placed her hand over his hand on her tits and gave it a little squeeze. Uncle took hold of her hand in his and held it as they kissed.
 
Finally when they released the kiss, my mom's eyes looked as hungry as Uncle Shyam's and I was shocked to see how my sweet devoted mother was slowly turning into a true slave and enjoying it as well.
 
Uncle continued to squeeze her melons with his big hand when she said, "Aaha abar suru korlen. Ishhhh ar koto tipben Batha hoye geche!" ("Aaha, you started again. How long are you going to keep doing this My tits are aching!")
 
Uncle smiled, "Amar khub bhalo lagche egulo tipte." ("It feels great to press these melons of yours.")
 
My mom felt something poking against her thighs and when she looked down, she was amazed to see Uncle Shyam's dick fully erect again. "Abar boro hoye gelo! Isshhh, kocha lagche." ("Again it has grown. Issshhhh, it's poking.")
 
"Hate niye ador korona ektu." ("Hold it your hand and play with it, please."), Uncle requested.
 
"Na.", my mom said.
 
"Please."
 
Seeing Uncle's poor face, she agreed. She grabbed his thick member and continued to move my hand very slowly over it, in a stroking motion. "Ha erom aste aste narao. Aha ki je sukh dicho darling." ("Yes, stroke it slowly like this. Aha, what pleasure you're giving me darling.") My mom smiled at the praises. "Aar kal theke kholamela dress pore thakbe jokhoni ami asbo." ("And from tomorrow onwards wear revealing clothes whenever I come to your house.")

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My mother was again acting reluctant. "Na ami osob porte parbo na. Loke dekhle ki bolbe" ("No, I'm not wearing such things. What will the people say")
 
"Arey loke kichu bolbe na, borong loke tomar ruper aro prosongsa korbe." ("The people won't say shit. In fact, they'll probably even praise your beauty.")
 
"Na, apni sob baniye bolchen. Emni tei rasta ghate loke na na rokom baje montobbo korte thake tar opor abar orokom posak porle na jani ki bolbe." ("No, you're making things up. People always say so many naughty things about me and if I wear such clothes, then I'm scared to think what they'll say next.")
 
"Arey tumi ogulo te enjoy korte sikho. Sex a joto nongra kotha use hoy tate totoi moja bare. Tumi jano tomader moton onek onek bhodro ghorer loke rao sex korar somoy na na baje kotha bole. Ete sex er moja ta aro onek bere jay. Ek minute tumi suye poro." ("So you should start enjoying their dirty comments. In sex, the more dirty language you use the more exciting it is. You should know a lot of upper class people like yourselves use such filthy languages while having sex. This makes things more exciting. Now, lay down on the bed for me.")
 
My mom became worried again as he ordered her to lay down. The fear came back on her face. "Keno, apni ki abar korben Plz amar bur e dhokaben na. Ami nite parbona. Apnar ta amar borer theke onek boro." ("Why, what will you do Please don't put it in my vagina. I won't be able to take it. You're much bigger than my husband.")
 
"Chinta koro na amar sundori darling. Ami ekhuni dhokabona. Kintu tumi ektu suye to poro." ("Don't worry my beautiful darling. I won't put it in just yet. Now, lay down.")
 
After getting that reassurance from Uncle Shyam, my mom laid down on the bed while Uncle stood up directly in front of her. He began to pump his dick furiously now. "Aahaa nao amar abar ber hoche!" ("Ahhhaaa, I'm cumming again!"). Within 2-3 minutes, strings of cum spewed out of his cock and landed on her stomach.
 
As soon as the hot cum hit her navel and surrounding areas, my mom said with anger and surprise, "Eta ki korlen! Amar peter upor sob dhele dilen. Amake ekhon snan korte hobe." ("What did you do! You spurted all over my stomach. Now I have to take a bath.")
 
"Na sona egulo ami tomar sara pet a makhiye debo. Ar ami chay egulo tomar sorir ey sukiye jak." ("No, darling. I'll spread this all over your stomach. And I want it to dry on your skin.")
 
"Apni je esob ki korchen na. Ami aage kokhono esob korini." ("What are you making me do I've never done these kinds of things before.")
 
"Tumi er aage karu ta hate niye ebhabe aador kore chile Mukhe niye chusechile Aaj to korle. Jano keno Karon ami jani tumio esob khub enjoy korcho. Ki tay to Isshhh abar lojja pache dekho. Aacha sotti kore boloto loke jokhon tomake dekhe comments mare, tokhon tomar nijer opor proud fill hoy na. mone hoy na je tumi koto lucky je tomar emon rup, emon sorir ache je sobay tomake pete chay." ("Have you ever played with anyone's cock like this before Have you ever taken someone's dick in your mouth before Today you did. Do you know why Because I know that you enjoy this. Isn't it Issshhhh you're getting red again. Okay, tell me the truth. When people give dirty comments about you, then don't you feel proud about yourself Don't you feel lucky that you have such beauty and such a hot body that everyone wants you.")
 
Uncle Shyam was trying hard to break my mom's morality and somehow I think it was working. But obviously she didn't want to show it. She shook her head and said, "Na ashole temon kono bapar ney." ("No, actually, it's nothing like that.")
 
"Oh Shikha tumi ekhono amar kache lukunor chesta korcho keno Amar kache ki ekhono tomar kichu lukonor aache. Dekho eto khon dhore tumi amar songe langto obosthay aacho. Ar ekhon tomar gud theke nije thekey jol ber hoche. Tar mane tumi nijeo egulo khub like koro." ("Oh Shikha, why are you still trying to hide your true feelings from me Listen you've been naked with me this whole time. And now even your love-juices have started to flow. That means you're liking all this that's been happening to you for so long."), Now when he said it, I looked down towards her pussy and was surprised to see that it was indeed glistening with her juices. My mom realized it too and covered her face with her two hands.
 
It was such an erotic scene that even my dick got hard again and I was stroking it furiously now.
 
"Arey lojja peyo na. Eta khubi normal, darling." ("Hey, don't be ashamed. This is normal, darling.") He pulled her hands down from her face and the sat beside her, and kissed her shoulder. Her large mammies were dangling down in front of his face so he sucked on her nipples making her more excited.
 
"Aaahhhh..Ufff, ki korchen" ("Aaaahhhh...Ufff, what are you doing")
 
Uncle Shyam then sat up straight again and said, "Ebar bolo." ("Now, tell me.")
 
"Apni na khub osobbho. Amar mukh theke sob suney charben." ("You're very bad. You want to hear everything from my mouth.")
 
Uncle gave another one of his wicked smiles and said, "Hain go amar dustu magi." ("Yes, my naughty slut.")
 
My mom acted repulsed by the use of that dirty word. "Chi, esob ki bolchen" ("Ewww, what are you saying") But in reality, I bet it made her even wetter.
 
"Keno tomar bhalo laglo na." ("Why, didn't you like it")
 
"Na esob khub nongra kotha. Amar esob ekdom bhalo lage na." ("No, this language is dirty. I don't like it at all.")
 
"Nongra holeo ekdom sotti kotha. Nahle tumi amae tomar bedroom e nie aste" ("Even if it's dirty, it's the truth. Otherwise would you have brought me inside your bedroom")
 
"You blackmailed me!", she yelled.
 
Uncle Shyam laughed. "Aaj tumi nijer icchae amae anoni kintu er por theke to aanbe." ("Today you didn't bring me here on your wish, but from next day onwards you will right")
 
My mom acted coy. "Jani na jao!" ("Go to hell!")
 
Uncle Shyam looked over at her and moved his head toward hers and placed his lips on hers. He felt warm as he gently parted her lips and I think my mom could feel his tongue pushing forward trying to enter her mouth. She separated her lips some more and he pushed more of his tongue inside her mouth as it touched the tip of her tongue. I could see Uncles hand on my mom's leg now as he slowly began to stroke her thigh as they kissed. Uncle pulled his tongue back and whispered, "Tomar jibh ta dao." ("Give me your tongue."). He than started to kiss her again as she slowly pushed her tongue out and he sucked it into his mouth. My mom's eyes were closed as she was enjoying the sensation of this expert kiss, delivered by this old pervert.
 
My cock was almost about to burst again, when he released the kiss and said, "Sotti kore boloto er aage kokhono keu tomae erom bhabe chumu kheyeche" (Tell me the truth. Has anyone ever kissed you like this in your life")
 
"Na, erom bhabe na." ("No, not like this.")
 
"Tahole bolo tumi amar ki" ("Then tell me what you are")
 
My mom hesitated for a few seconds and then finally said, "M....Magi! Ami tomar magi!" ("S...Slut! I'm your slut!")
 
 

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Chapter 17

 
Shyam Uncle, the neighbourhood pervert! (Part V)
Uncle Shyam was very glad to hear my mother confess that she was a slut. Even I was pleasantly surprised to hear her say the taboo word. My mother was finally realizing and accepting her true nature, this made me so hot and my dick was throbbing like a vibrator.
 
But Uncle Shyam wasn't finished with her yet. He wanted to take her even further and make her a true slut. "Ebar bolo na loke tomake dekhe ki ki bole" ("Now, tell me what people say about you")
 
My mom shook her head, showing signs of a typical Bengali/Indian housewife and said, "Ey sobi." ("This only.")
 
Uncle Shyam was not through. "Mane, bhalo kore bolo." ("Means, say it clearly.")
 
My mom took a deep breath and said, "Mane magi, dudhel magi, ek rater jonno pele khanki tar gud pod sob fatiye ditam! Ey sob baje baje kotha." ("Slut. Big-breasted slut. If I have her for one night I'd fuck her tight cunt and ass so hard, they'll explode! These kinds of things.")
 
Uncle Shyam laughed. "Esob sune tumi gorom hoye jao na" ("Don't you feel hot while listening to this")
 
My mom hesitated and said, "Mane majhe majhe." ("Sometimes, I guess.")
 
"Aha sotti ta bolo na." ("Tell the truth dear.")
 
My mom shook her head again and her cheeks became red. "Ha, ami esob sune gorom hoye jai." ("Yes, I do get hot listening to these things.")
 
"Ar keu kichu korena Mane sorire hath deyna" ("And what else do they do Does anyone touch you")
 
"Majhe majhe bhir bus ba public place a, ami oneker haath amar sorire anubhob korte pari." ("Sometimes, in crowded buses I can feel pairs of hands roaming all over my body.")
 
"Hmmm tomar moton dudhel maal jodi bus e othe tahle er theke kom ar ki hobe. Ta kothae kothae haath dei ora." ("Hmmm you're such a big-tittied slut that these guys can't resist you. By the way, where do they touch you.")
 
My mom pointed towards her breast and said, "Ekhane." ("Here") and then she pointed to her navel and said, "Ekhaneo" ("Here also.") and finally she smacked her own ass saying, "Ebong ekhane." ("And here as well.")
 
Uncle Shyam gave a wicked smile and said, "Arey ekhane sekhane korle ki kore bujhbo Thik kore bangla bhashay bojhao na." ("Hey, how will I understand 'here' and 'there' Tell me in pure bengali language.")
 
"Apni amar mukh khuliye charben na Thikache tahle. Amar dudu, amar pacha ar amar nabhi othoba peti. Kintu sobcheye oshubidhe totkhon hoye jokhon bus hothath hotath kore break mare othoba hotath kore jerking hoye." ("You will not leave me until I say it, right Very well. My tits, my ass and my navel or my stomach. But the worst part comes when the bus gives a sudden break or a sudden jerk.")
 
"Keno ki hoy tokhon" ("Why what happens then") The wicked smile was still on his face. He also massaged her creamy mammies and kissed her neck.
 
"Tokhon amio hechka egiye jai aar samne je chele thake tar puro gayer upor giye pori. R se sujoger faida tule amae jor kore jorie dhore aar amar stan gulo puro or gaye chepe dey. Ar tar ekta hath amar pither khola jaygae thake, r sekhane haath bolaye. Abar pore chere diye khomao chae, kintu songe songe tar mukhe ek dhoroner dushtu hashi o thake. Jeno sob jene bujhei koreche." ("At that time, I fall in front and on top of any guy that stands in front of me. And this pervert takes the opportunity to hug me tight and press my boobs against his chest. And one of his hands trace parts of my open back. After he lets me go, he apologises but his face is always filled with a naugty smile. Like he knows exactly what he's doing.")
 
Uncle Shyam gave a naughty smile of his own and said, "Aha ete oder ki dosh. Tumi cheez e emon." ("It's not their fault. You're such a delight that they can't resist."
 
"Odbhut lokjon sotti! Apnio, ebong orao." ("Strange people. You, as well as them.")
 
Uncle Shyam laughed at the comment and then said a weird thing. "Tumi amar opore sou na." ("Why don't you lay on top of me.")
 
My mom suddenly became frightened. "Keno" ("Why")
 
"Ghabre jeo na. Ekhuni tomae chudbo na. Shudhu tomar ey rosalo pod gulor o ektu hath diye moja nebo." ("Don't be afraid. I won't fuck you just yet. I simply want to have some fun with your juicy butt.")

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"Apni na khub osobho janen." ("You are a very dirty man.") Uncle Shyam laid down on the bed and my mom laid down on top of him, her boobies getting crushed against his hairy, sweaty chest. I couldnt help getting aroused as this old pervert gently started to lick and kiss his way up to my mother's neck and under her chin until his lips were on hers again and his tongue was back inside her mouth. His hands made their way to her plump butt-cheeks and even with his large hands he was not able to cup them fully.
 
After releasing the kiss, he asked, "Tomar pachar dabna gulo toh bishal boro. Amar bou er thekeo boro monehoche. Size koto" ("You're butt-cheeks are huge. Even bigger than my wife's. What's their size")
 
My mother's cheeks went red as she said, "Forty!"
 
Uncle Shyam's eyes almost popped out. "Ki bolcho ki! Ei jonnei eto bishal. Amar bou er ta toh 36 chilo." ("Oh wow! That's why they're so big. My wife's was 36.") Saying that he pinched and squeezed her ass-cheeks even more causing her to wince in pain. "Uuuuuu...Agghhhh...ektu aste aste tepun na, byatha lagche. Ami ki na korechi naki" ("Uuuuu...Aghhhh...Please do it softly, it's hurting. I never said no.")
 
Uncle stopped for a second and asked, "Acha ebar amae ekta kotha bolo toh. Tomader barite ekta doodhwala roj sokale doodh dite ase na" ("Okay, now tell me one thing. Doesn't a milkman come to give you milk everyday, early in the morning")
 
"Oh oi chokra ta. Hain o roj sokale ashe bote. Kintu or kach theke amar chele doodh nei, mane dorja o khulte jae." ("Oh that young boy. Yes, he comes every morning. But my son usually opens the door.")
 
"Keno Tumi kholo na keno Age toh tumi dorja khule dite tai dekhta." ("Why Why don't you open the door for him. Quite sometime ago you used to open the door only.")
 
"Hain. Kintu oi cheleta bhari kunojor. Ami toh oto sokale thik moton posak porar sujog petam na, tai hoye rater nighty othoba blouse-petticoat shudhu pore doodh ante jetam. Ar o puro bichiri bhabe amar dike takie thakto." ("Yes. But that boy has very roaming eyes. Since he used to come very early I would've had to open the door while wearing my last night's gown or just blouse-petticoat. And that doodhwala used to look at me with such hungry eyes.")
 
"Hahaha...Byas, ei chotto ekta karon er jonno tumi or theke doodh nawa chere dile Acha cheletar boyesh koto" ("Hahahah...Just for such a small reason you stopped taking milk from him Okay, what is the boy's age")
 
"Ei 21-22 hobe. Amar cheler boyeshi." ("21-22 years old maybe. Same as my son.")
 
"Tahle toh aroe bhalo. Ei boyeshe toh bishal sex thake cheleder. Tumi ekta kaaj korbe. Kal theke doodh nite tumi berobe." ("That's even better. At this young age, boys usually have a high level of testosterone. Do one thing. From tomorrow onwards, you'll be taking the cans of milk from him.")
 
My mom was shocked. She immediately got up and sat beside Uncle Shyam and protested. "Ki Pagol hoegechen Ami oe nongra cheletar samne ekebarei jete chai na." ("What Are you mad I never wanna come in front of that dirty boy."
 
"Arey, Shikha, majhe majhe ektu somaj seba korle khoti ki. Issshhhh tumi nijei ek bar bhebhe dekho ki top class maal tumi. Ar jara tomake eto bhalo base tader na hoy ektu moja nitey dile. ete dekhbe tomar o bhalo lagbe." ("Shikha, sometimes it's good to do some social service. Issshhhhh think about it, what a hot piece of ass you are. And so you should never disappoint those who love your body so much. It'll make you feel better too.")
 
"Mane, eta ki dhoroner somaj seba" ("What kind of social service is this")
 
"Shikha ekbar bhebe dekho. Oi cheleta bodhoy ei boyesheo ekta virgin hoe ache. O jodi tomae dekhe ektu moja lutche chae tahle ete tomar khoti ki R tachar tumi nijei bolecho tumi amar ghulam. Ami kalke sokale tomae kichu kholamela kapor pore dorjar same dekhte chai, jokhon oi cheleta doodh niye asbe." ("Shikha, just think about it. That boy is probably still a virgin at this age. If he wants to look at you and derive some pleasure out of it, then what is your problem And besides, you said you were going to be my slave from now on. So, I want you to wear some revealing dresses tomorrow morning and open the door, when this boy comes.")
 
"Kintu o jodi jabardasti korar chesta kore" ("But what if he tries to molest me") My mom asked worriedly.
 
"Arey kicchu korbe na. Ami amar ghorer janla diye dekhbo. Jodi o kichu ultopalta korte jae tahle ami oke laath mere tariye debo! Tobe o jodi tomar sorir e haath diye ektu tomar doodh ebong pachar size mapte chae tahle setake ami jabardasti hishebe dhorbo na. Ami jani oita tomar bhalo lagbe." ("Don't worry. I'll be watching from my bedroom window. If he tries something bold then I'll kick his ass! But if he just wants to touch and measure your mammaries and buttocks then I don't think that'll count as molesting. I know you'll like that.")
 
"Amar cheler boyeshi ekjon er sathe amake osob keno korte bolchen Ete apnar ki labh" ("Why are you telling me to do these things with someone from my son's age.")
 
Then the most shocking thing happened. For a second, he glanced towards the window and our eyes met! He winked at me and then turned back to my mom. I immediately hid under the window seal, making sure that my mom does not see me. My heart was beating furiously now as I realized that this old pervert knew that I had been watching their ordeal all along!
 
But Uncle Shyam was clever and he said to my mother, "Dekho tomar mukh theke esob sune amar oi cheletar jonno khub kosto hoche. Tai chae o ektu mochona pak. Ar ekta bapar hoche. Ami tomar sathe oi cheletar sorir er khela dekhar jonno pagol hoye jachi. Joto khon na oke tomae ador korte na dekhbo ami santi pabona." ("After listening to what you've said, I am starting to feel sorry for the boy. That's why I want him to get some relief. And one other thing is that I can't wait to see him play with your body. Until I see him touching and petting you, I won't rest.")
 
Saying that he suddenly inserted two fingers into her pussy and started fingering it. Unable to bear the pleasure, mom laid back on the bed and started moaning, "Unghhhh....aAhhhhha..Ummmmmm...". Her eyes were also closed, taking in the pleasure.
 
"Kire magi bol amar iche puron korbi na Ar na korle ami ar tor gaye ar haath debo na." ("So, slut, tell me whether you'll grant my wish or not. Otherwise I'll never touch you again."), Shyam Uncle said while furiously taking his fingers in and out of her wet love-canal.
 
Without opening her eyes, my mom said,"Hain ami apnar sob iche puron korbo. Apni ja bolben ami tay korbo. Sudhu amake chere jaben na." ("Yes, I'll do whatever you say. I'll fulfill your every fantasy. Just don't leave me.") She was talking in the throes of lust and I'm not sure whether she had any control of what she was saying at that time.
 
Finally, after 2-3 minutes of finger-fucking she squirted a generous quanity of juices from her honey-pot. Part of the bedsheet was now wet with her juices.
 
"Khub shundor darling." ("Beautiful, darling.") Uncle Shyam got dressed. "Kal ready theko doodhwala ke seduce korar jonno. Ami kintu janla diye shob dekhbo." (Be ready, tomorrow, to seduce the doodhwala. I'll be watching from my bedroom window.") Saying that, he moved out of the room leaving my mom naked and lying on the bed. But before stepping out he looked at the window one more time and winked at me again.
 
 
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