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

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Chapter 18

 
After Uncle Shyam left I quickly jumped over to my balcony and went inside my room. I saw my mom coming over to my bedroom and unlocking the door. I decided to sleep for the time being, thinking that no other male was coming. Plus, I knew that after squiring so much, my mother would also be tired.
 
I woke up late at night and went to the dinner table. As usual my mom was wearing a red color silk nighty which clung to her luscious body because of her sweat, showing her every curve. She looked tired and also a bit uneasy. Maybe she was feeling a little guilty after what happened with Uncle Shyam. While serving me dinner, I saw the outline of her huge mangoes jiggling with every movement.
 
"Babu, toke kaal sokale uthte hobena. Ami doodh ta niye nebo." ("Babu, you don't have to wake up early tomorrow. I'll take the milk.")
 
I knew the reason but still I decided to ask, "Keno, ma Amii toh nite pari. Osubiddha ki ache" ("Why mom I could take it. What's the problem")
 
"Kichui oshubidha nei. Ami asole kal ektu berobo tai sokal sokal uthte hobe. Tui ghumiye thakis. Ami doodhwalar theke doodh niye nebo, chinta koris na." ("No problem at all. Actually, I'll be going out tomorrow so I have to wake up early. You can sleep as long as you like. I'll take the milk from the milkman, don't worry.")
 
I decided against pushing this topic further. "Thikache. Ami tahle kal sokale derite uthbo. Tumi mone kore doodh ta niye niyo somoy moton." ("Fine. I'll wake up late tomorrow. Just remember to take the milk from him in time.")
 
"Kono chinta nei tor. Ami thik sokale uthe jabo." ("Don't you worry. I'll surely wake up in time, tomorrow morning.")
 
 
Once that was done, I went to sleep. In the middle of the night, I heard a phone call in my mom's bedroom. I wondered who it was at this late hour, so I went downstairs to pick up the phone on the hall since it was a parallel line. As soon as I picked it up, I heard my mother speaking to a man. It was Shyam Uncle.
 
Shyam Uncle: Ki Shikha darling, toiri toh kalker jnoo ("So Shikha darling, ready for tomorrow")
 
My mother: Apni keno amae diye esob koracchen bolun toh Amar chele jante parle kelenkari hoejabe. ("Why are you making me do this If my son comes to know about this, then I'll be a dead duck.")
 
Shyam Uncle: Arey kissu hobena. Tomar chele jante parbena aar janleo kichu bolbena. Amae bhorsha koro. ("Nothing will happen. Your son will not find out anything and even if he does, he won't say anything. Trust me.")
 
My mother: Ki shob bolchen ("What are you saying")
 
Shyam Uncle: Thik i bolchi. Emon sexy, kamuk ma thakle chelerao bojhe je tar sorirer khide ekjon ke diye metano jae na. ("It's the truth. If you have such a sexy, hot-blooded mother then one man is not enough to quench her bodily hunger.")
 
My mother: Dekhun apnar amar somporke ja bolar bolun. Kintu amar cheler byapare baje montobbo korben na. ("Listen, say whatever you have to about me. But don't drag my son.")
 
Shyam Uncle: Acha thikache, korbo na. Tahle bolo, tumi toiri toh tomader doodhwalar loha gorom korar jonno ("Okay fine, I won't. Now, tell me if you're ready to make your milkman's rod hot")
 
My mother: Hain. Ami ready. ("Yes. I'm ready.")
 
Shyam Uncle: Good. Ebar arekta kotha bole dichi. O jodi tomake ektu edik odik chudte chae, tahle oke badha debe na. ("Good. Now listen closely, if he tries to touch you somewhere then don't stop him.")
 
My mother: Mane ("What")
 
Shyam Uncle: Mane o ei alpo boyeshe ektu mature maal er swadh nite chae tahle ke seta theke bonchito korbe na. ("Meaning if he wants to have some kinky fun with a mature broad, then don't discourage him.")
 
My mother: Kintu o jodi kichu ultopalta kore fele. Ami nijeke bachabo ki kore ("But what if he tries to do something bad. How will I save myself")
 
Shyam Uncle: Arey dhusshh o kissu korbena! Tachara ami toh janla diye dekhbo bollam toh! Kichu hole ami bujhe nebo. ("Nothing will happen! Besides, I'll be watching everything from the window. If something happens, I'll take care of it.")
 
My mother: Thikache. ("Fine.")
 
Shyam Uncle: Kalke oke tahle bhalo kore seduce koro. Ar emon uttejok kapor poro jate tomae dekhei or dhon khara hoejae. Ami or dhon khara hote dekhte chai. Bujle ("Tomorrow you better seduce him properly. Wear something procovative I wanna see his dick rise and become hard as a sword.")
 
My mother: Apni ja chaiben tai hobe. Khali oi chobigulo kauke dekhaben na. Ami noile parae mukh dekhate parbo na. ("I'll do whatever you say. Just don't show those pictures to anyone. Otherwise, I won't be able to show my face in public.")
 
Shyam Uncle: Arey Shikha, tumi chap nio na. Khali amar ebong amar bola lokeder bhalo kore kheyal rakhbe tahlei hobe. ("Don't worry, Shikha. Just make sure you take of me and the people close to me and everything will be fine.")
 
Then, he hung up. My own member was hard thinking about the things that will happen tomorrow between my mom and the young doodhwala.
 
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The door bell rang the next morning and I immediately woke up, eager to see what my mother would wear. When I went to the staircase and peeped into her room, I was shocked. She was standing in front of the mirror totally naked. Her huge 36dd boobs were looking like two huge melons on a tree. Her 40-size ass was jiggling with nervousness. She must have trimmed some of the hair surrounding her pussy and that's why her engorged pussy lips could now be seen clearly. There was only a tiny, thin patch above her twat that looked very inviting. She sprayed a sweet strawberry scent across her body - first she sprayed it on her thigh and shivered when the cold spray touched the smooth soft skin of her thigh, she then applied the perfume on her milk tanks and her super-sensitive nipples instantly became stiff causing her to moan "unngghhh..." in pleasure, lastly she used the perfume on the voluptuous globes of her butt. Finally, she applied a generous amount of red lipstick on her soft, protruding lips which increased her sexiness. She was looking like a high-class call-girl cum housewife.
 
The bell rang a second time and I immediately ran inside my room so that she doesn't see me peeking. After a third ring I heard footsteps going down the staircase. I decided that I cannot miss this. When I slowly came out of my room and looked down from the staircase, I was shocked. My mom was wearing a red petticoat, a red blouse and one of her black bra straps had come out from the blouse making them visible. She was not wearing any saree over her clothes either. Her fleshy midriff and deep, juicy navel was also visible from the front. Her petticoat was loose and I could actually see a few inches of her ass-crack peeking above the petticoat. The petticoat was made of very thin fabric. Every fold and wave of her enormous buttocks could be clearly seen through the translucent fabric of the petticoat That means she was not wearing any panties. I was totally amazed. My mother who was so conservative just a few days back was now going to open the door for a milkman wearing such raunchy clothes.
 
My mother then slowly and nervously opened the door and there he was standing. Our milkman/doodhwala. He was a 25 year old guy, lean built, had very few facial hair and was not very ugly looking, but had a lot of pimples on his face. He was wearing a banyan and a pyjama, and was holding a milk can in his hand. The moment he saw my mother, his jaw dropped open. I doubt he had ever seen such a mature, married woman in such a sexy state.
 
"K...K...Kakima, apni ajke" (A...A...Aunty, why you're here"), he said stammeringly.
 
My mother didn't like the guy at all. But she knew that Uncle Shyam was watching from his window and so she had to give the old pervert a show. "Aaj theke ami tor theke doodh nebo." ("From today onwards, I'll be taking milk from you.")
 
The milkman gave a naughty smile and shamelessly stared at my mother's creamy cleavage. Because of the color contrast with the blouse and the bra, the black outline of her inners were showing properly. Almost 60 percent of her milky breasts were exposed over her blouse. "Apnar kache abar doodh er obhab ache naki." ("I don't think there is any shortage of milk with you.")
 
Although my mom was too gullible to understand his double meaning words, his awkward stares were making her very uncomfortable. She looked up for a second towards Uncle Shyam's window, making sure he was watching and then continued. "Baje kotha na bole doodh ta dhal." ("Don't talk rubbish and pour the milk.") Saying that, she laid her empty can on the floor. As soon as she bent down, her bra-covered boobs streched against the fabric of the blouse exposing almost 80% of her spotless milky hooters. The milkman's eyes were now fixed on her exposed flesh and dick was stirring inside his pyajamas as he openly scratched it.
 
When my mom saw what he was looking at and what he was doing with his manhood, she immediately stood up. He still couldn't remove his eyes from her mammaries and so my mother said, "Ki dekhcho Doodh ta bhoro ebar can e." ("What are you looking at Pour the milk in the can.")
 
The erotic smell of the perfume was also making this young man excited. "Dichi. Tobe ekta jinis bole thakte parlam na. Kakima apnar ga diye erom odbhut kamuk gondho beroche je nijeke dhore rakhte parchi na." ("Giving. But before that I have to say something. Aunty you smell so nice that I cannot hold myself steady.") His eyes trailed towards her plump belly and the small, deep navel in the middle. "Kakima, apnar nabhi ta ki gobhir. Er moddhe toh paanch takar coin aaram se dhuke jabe." ("Aunty your navel is so deep. It will easily fit a five rupee coin.")
 
Showered with so many praises, my mom couldn't help but blush. "Thikache Thikache, onek kotha sikhe gechis. Ebar doodh ta dhal." ("Okay fine. You've gained a lot of speaking skill in these few days. Now, start pouring the milk.")
 
He obeyed. He lifted the can and then started pouring the milk inside the empty container. His eyes were now on the same level as her fleshy midriff and while pouring the milk, he kept looking at my mother deep navel and chubby waist.
He was so engrossed in her sexy figure that he kept pouring the milk until it overflowed and fell on the floor.
 
My mother immediately pushed him and he awoke from his dream. "Dekh ki korechis! Ebar amae puro jaegata muchte hobe." ("Look what you have done! Now I have to clean this whole mess up."), she said pointing at the spilled milk.
 
"Chinta koro na kakima. Amio tomae sahajjo korbo." ("Don't worry aunty. I'll help you.") My mother then brought two pieces of wet cloth from the kitchen and said, "Ei ne." ("Take this.") She handed him one of the cloth pieces. Then they both kneeled down on the floor and started mopping the spilled milk off it.
 
When she was bent down on all fours, the milkman couldn't remove his eyes from her exposed cleavage. My mom had no idea that he was staring and she continued to wipe the floor. After mopping one side, she turned around and now her jiggling honey buns were just inches away from his face. It was such an erotic scene - her petticoat barely clinging to her sweaty thighs and bulging rear. A small portion of her ass crack above the petticoat was visible too making her butt look extremely sexy.
 
The milkman couldn't hold himself any longer. He reached out and gently grabbed one of her soft ass-cheeks with his rough manly hands, squeezing it tightly.
 
 
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Chapter 19
The milkman (Part II)
My mother was shocked when the milkman did that and she cried out in pain, "Uuuuuu...Ki hoche eta" ("What the hell is happening")
 
The milkman quickly removed his hand from her butt and said, "Na, kakima asole mosha boshechilo. Tai ota marte giye apnake orom bhabe dhorte holo." ("No, actually, there was a mosquito sitting there. That's why I had to grab you like that.")
 
My mother looked content with that explanation, but I'm sure she must've known what this young low class pervert was trying to do.
 
Then, the young milkman suddenly slapped her hard across her ass-cheeks and my mother cried, "Aaaooowwwhhhhh...."! The slap was so hard that it caused her butt-cheeks to jiggle in a rythmic motion. She quickly jumped up and stood straight, facing the milkman. . "Ki hocche esob!" ("What the hell are you doing"), she screamed. But there was another problem: since she was not wearing any panties and her petticoat was loose, it had rode down to just below her waist and some of her pubic hair became visible to him.
 
"Mo...Mosha!" ("Mo...Mosquito.") His eyes were fixed on her exposed pubic hair and he was not able to answer my mom properly.
 
My mom knew what he was looking at and she quickly lifted up her petticoat to cover up her exposed pussy hairs. "Ei niche ki dekchish Amar mukher dike takie kotha bol!" ("Hey, what are u looking at Look at me and talk!")
 
The milkman looked up and said, "Asole kakima, kichu mone korben na, ekta kotha jigesh korar chilo" ("Actually, aunty, if you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a question.")
 
My mother became curious. "Ki kotha" ("What question")
 
The young milkman cleared his throat and asked, "Apni bagan porishkar koren na keno Dekhechen koto ghassh utheche" ("Why don't you clear your garden Haven't you seen how much grass has grown")
 
My mother was too innocent to understand what this pervert was saying. "Mane Ki bolte chaichis" ("Meaning What are you trying to say")
 
The milkman pointed his eyes towards her petticoat-covered snatch and said, "Oi je ektu age apni dekhalen. Puro jongol monehochilo dekhe." ("The things that you saw me earlier. It looked like a jungle.")
 
My mother was embarrased and out of womanly shame, she covered her twat with both hands and blushed. "Dhut! Eisob aje baje kotha bolte tor lojja kore na Tao ekta buro bibahito mohilar samne." ("Dhut! Don't you feel ashamed talking such things That too about an old married female.")
 
"Buro kothae kakima. Apnar toh boyesh emon kichui na. Koto 30-35 hobe" ("You're not that old. You must be 30-35 something")
 
"Amar 37 bochor boyesh." ("I'm 37.")
 
"Tahle toh bhaloe! Ami sunechi 30-40 bochorer mohilader sob theke beshi rosh thake." ("Then that' good! I've heard that 30-40 year old women have the most sex-drive!")
 
My mother gritted her teeth as soon as she heard the word "rosh". "Issshhh tor lojja kore na esob bolte amar samne Tui amar cheler boyeshi." ("Issshhhh don't you feel ashamed talking about such things in front of me After all, you're my son's age.")
 
But the milkman laughed it off. "Hahaha...ete lojjar ki ache Eta toh sotti kothae. Sotti kotha bolte lojja kiser" ("hahahha....what's there to be ashamed of This is the truth. There no shame in telling the truth.")
 
"Byas onek hoeche. Tor barite ma bon nei" ("Enough is Enough. Don't you have a mother and sisters at home")
 
"Ache, kintu apnar moton keu nei." ("There is, but no one is like you.")
 
"Mane Ki ache amar moddhe" ("Meaning What is there in me")
 
"Ektu chuye bolte pari" ("Can I touch and say")
 
"Ki chobe" ("What do you want to touch")
 
"Apnar ei bhorat buk ta ekbar chuye dekhte chai." ("I wanna touch your big bosom.")
 
My mom knew she had to give Uncle Shyam a show otherwise he would not be satisfied and demand more from her. So, she decided to let this young pervert have some fun with her. She took both his hands and pulled them to her tits, encouraging him to pinch and rub her nipples.
 
The moment he touched her magnificent blouse-and-bra-covered twin peaks with his trembling hands, his dick rose to life. He squeezed her bon-bons with force causing my mom to close her eyes and let out soft moans of pleasure. "Ahhhhh...Unghhhhh."
 
"Uff kakima, apnar ei pahargulo toh darun. Age kokhono ami erom ekjon bibahito mohilar mamme chui ni." ("Ufff aunty, your mountains are magnificent. I've never touched a married woman's mammies like this.")
 
"Mmmmmmm...Tai" ("Mmmm...really"), she asked with her eyes closed.
 
"Hain. Apnar pahargulo toh amar didi'r thekeo boro." ("Yes. Your mountains are bigger than even my sister's.")
 
"Tor didi'r boyesh koto" ("What's your sister's age")
 
"Or boyesh 28." ("She's 28 years old.") He was speaking while continuously pressing and kneading her luscious mammaries. "Apnar moton bibahito. Sobe ekta bacha hoeche, tai buke ekhon doodh bhorti. Tar songe songe or maigulo bishal bere geche. Kintu tao segulo apnar theke kom." ("She's also married like you. She just gave birth to a child and so her breasts are filled with milk. At the same time, the size of her boobies have also increased. But still they are small compared to yours.")

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I could see that even my mom was getting excited hearing about this pervert's thoughts about his sister and the compliments that she was getting. The milkman was trying to trace her nipples over the blouse and bra. It was difficult but since my mom had also become excited, her nipples had become stiff. Soon, he found them and pinched them hard.
 
Immediately my mother cried, "Ouuuuuuuuucggghhh...eto jore na." ("Ouuuuuuuuucggghh...not this hard.")
 
"Issshhh kakima apnar jodi ei mamme gulote doodh thakto tahole ki darun hoto. Amar didi jokhon kichudin age amader barite eschilo tokhon ami or pashe shue or mai amar mukhe niye, bota chuse doodh bar korechilam. Ja khete chilo na! Darun!" ("Isshhh aunty if only you had milk in your tits. When my sister came to our house a few days ago, I slept beside her. I put her huge breast in my mouth and sucked on her nipples, and drank her milk when it came out. It tasted amazingly good!")
 
My mother opened her eyes in shock when she heard that. "Mane tui tor didi'r sathe eisob kortis Aar o kichu bolto na" ("What You used to do these sort of things with your sister! And she never said anything")
 
"Na. Ami aar amar didi or biyer age eksathei shutam. Barite dujoner alada kamra korar moton babar kache poisha chilo na. Ami aar amar didi onek raat obdi jege eke oporer size maptam." (No. Me and my sister used to sleep together before her marriage. My Dad didn't have enough money to allot separate rooms for us. Me and my sister used to stay awake late till night and measure each other's sizes."), he said with a wicked smile.
 
Earlier my mother was standing stiff, letting this milkman do whatever he wanted and hoping that it would get over soon. But now she was breathing heavily, probably thinking about what this perverted young milkman did to her sister before and also after her marriage. "Aar ki ki korechis tor didi'r sathe" ("What else did you do with your sister")
 
Now, this young milkman started to feel that he was in control and so he said, "Bolchi. Age apnar blouse ta ektu khule daran." ("I'm telling. First open your blouse.")
 
My mom was shocked. "Blouse ki kore khulbo erom dorjar samne dariye" ("How can I open my blouse while standing in front of the door")
 
"Tahle bhetore cholun." ("Then let's go inside.")
 
"Kintu amar chele thakte pare bhetore. Ekta kaj koro tumi amar sathe esho." My mom went ahead and the milkman took his cans and followed her inside. He closed and locked the main door behind him. She led him to the dressing room where Uncle Shyam used to watch her while she was changing clothes and also during her episode with Haria the man-servant.
 
At first I decided to go to my mom's bedroom and see whether Uncle Shyam was watching. I looked through the window which was parallel to Uncle Shyam's bedroom window and saw that the old pervert was indeed standing there with his hand on his crotch. He must've seen whatever was happening between my mother and the doodhwala, and now he was just waiting for the climax. Thankfully, he didn't see me.
 
Then, I tiptoed downstairs and went towards the dressing room. Although my mother closed the door of the dressing room, but as usual she had forgotten to bolt it. I peeped in through the narrow opening on the door and saw what was happening. The window inside the room was fully open so that Shyam Uncle could get a better view.
 
My mother slowly undid the hooks of her blouse as this young pervert watched his hungry eyes and a gaping mouth. This was a feast for his eyes, watching a mature married woman undress. When she was done she threw her blouse on the floor beside her and was now standing in her bra and petticoat. And what a sight that was! The bra was very skimpy, almost like a bikini and it barely covered her huge melons. Her boobs were bulging out from the sides and the fabric of the bra looked only a thin strip covering her brown areolas. It was such a hot sight. My mom swirled around like an exotic dancer, showing this perverted milkman her smooth, chikni backside while also giving a frontal view of her scantily-clothed assets to Uncle Shyam through the window.
 
In the meantime, the milkman had started jerking his cock above his pyajamas and his tongue was drooling. My mom looked at his crotch and licked her lips. Then, she curiously said, "Bol ar ki ki korechis tor didi'r sathe." ("Tell me what else you have done with your sister.")
 
The milkman came close to her and then grabbed her boobs in his hands started kneading their exposed milky sides gently. "Onek kichui kortam. Kintu ekta jinis amar meyeder modhe sera lage." ("A lot of things. But there's one thing that makes me hornier than anything else in a female.")
 
"Ki seta", my mother asked in a low, weak and lustful voice.
 
"Chotobela thekei meyeder bogoler proti amar ekta tibro akorshon chilo. Majhe majhe didir chere dawa blouser kaporer bogoler angshotar gondho sunghtam. Or forsha bogole kalo baler ghondhota amae matal kore dito. Khub icche korto bogol dutor gondho neyi, chete swadh nei, kintu or seta khub ekta pochondo chilo na. Tai konodin chesta korini. Apni ki apnar bogoler swadh nite deben amae" ("When I was younger, I had an attraction towards women's armpits. Sometimes, I used to steal my sister's used blouses and smell the armpit areas. The thick black hair covering her white armpits smelled so delicious and intoxicating. I always wanted to smell those armpits in person, taste them with my tongue. But my sister didn't like those. That's why I never got the chance to try it with her. Will you let me taste your armpit"), he asked in the most childlike voice.
 
 

[usaiha2]

Chapter 20

 
The milkman (Part III)
My mom had never heard of such a thing. "Meyeder bogol er dike eto akorshon tor Tor gondho ta baje lage na" ("How can you be so attracted to a woman's armpits Aren't you disgusted by the bad smell")
 
The milkman started moving his fingers in an expert way over the sides of my mother's creamy milk tanks making her shiver in excitement. His eyes were fixed on her heaving mammaries as they undulated with her every breath. "Ekebarei na. Apnar boyeshi mohilader ghono ghono baal e bhora kalo kuchkuche ghamer gondho jukto bogol er gondho shuka r chatar moja tai onno rokom. Ekbar apnar haath duto tule daran na, apnar modok bogol dekhte khub icche korche." ("Of course not. The women of your age have such attractive dense black hair on their armpits and the sexy scent of the sweat that forms there makes me so damn horny. Can you please raise your arms, I want to see your sexy armpits.")
 
My mother was at first hesitant. But looking at his puppy-dog eyes, she decided to agree to his demands. Standing against the open window, she lifted her hands in the air and allowed this young pervert to see her naked armpits. The milkman's hungry eyes light up when he saw the thick threads of beautiful hair on my mom's armpits all wet with sweat.
 
"Ufff kakima, apnar ei forsa bogole halka halka kalo chul dekhe toh amar chokh jhalshe jache. Apni mashe kotobar shave koren" ("Ufff aunty, I feel so hot afrer seeing such light hairs on your white armpits. How many times in a month do you shave")
 
"Mashe ek barer beshi noye. Tor amar bogol pochondo hoeche" ("Not more than once a month Did you like my armpits")
 
 
"Pochondo hoeche mane Erom odbhut kamuk bogol ami amar jonme dekhini! Apnar puro cheharate chomotkar." ("What do mean like I have never in my life seen such an arousing armpit! Your whole body is amazing.") My mom blushed at the compliment. The milkman couldn't hold on any longer and dove in to take a sniff of her hariy armpit. My mother kept her hands straight upwards and tightly held on to the window grills. It was such a seductive site seeing her pinned against the window while this low-class milkman had his nose against her armpits sniffing her bodily fluids and knowing that Uncle Shyam is watching from the other side, jerking his manhood.
 
"Unghhhghhhh....Isshhhhh!", my mother groaned as this young brute stuck his nose up her armpits desperately trying to smell her intoxicating sweat. His right hand was on her boobs, pinching and squeezing her fleshy Bon Bons.
 
Finally he took his head out of her armpits and his face looked like it was wet with her moisture. "Mmmmmm... Sotti, boyeshko kakima der gham chorbi jukto bogoler gondho tai alada.. ufff" ("Mmmm...Really, the scent of a mature woman's sweaty, fleshy armpits is like no other... ufff")
 
My mother was breathing quite heavily now and once again, the milkman's eyes were fixed on her undualting hemispheres. Her eyes were closed because of the pleasure and shame of allowing this low-class pervert to touch her in such an intimate manner. The milkman, on the other hand, licked his lips while watching her in this compromised state. Driven by the strong smell of my mother's womanly heat, the milkman said, "Apnar gorom lagche monehoy. Eta khule di." ("I think you're feeling hot. Let me take this off.") Saying that, he suddenly grabbed her skimpy bra and almost ripped it apart!
 
My mother was shocked and she immediately covered her ripe mangoes with both hands. "E ki Esob ki korchis Tor sahosh ki kore holo esob korar" ("What is this What are you doing How dare you do this to me"), she shouted. "Toke ami security officer er kache nie jabo! Ami..." ("I'll take you to the security officer! I'll....")
 
Before she could finish, the milkman grabbed her, pulled her tight to him and kissed her deeply. At first my mother resisted by slapping his chest, but after a few seconds she gave in and started enjoying the kiss. As they kissed, the milkman started to rub his hard, aching cock into her thighs. My mom then started to rub her body against his, going so far as to rub her boobs against his chest.
 
The young pervert broke the kiss and said, "Ektu hath opore tulun abar." ("Put your hands in the air again."). My sweet mother obeyed and raised her arms above her head. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the milkman reached down and took both her luscious tits in his hands, pulled the two of them tight together with his rough manly hands and then kissed the tops of both of my mother's breasts. He kissed her tasty, brown, perked-up nipples and swirled her tongue over them. All the while, he was rubbing his massive erection against her shapely petticoat-covered thighs.
 
"Kakima apnar ei mai gulo toh asadharon! Doodh beroe ekhono egulor theke" ("Aunty your tits are amazing! Do they still produce milk"), he asked while taking a break.
 
My mother's expression was filled with lust and she said, "Na re. Onek bochor baccha na hole doodh sob sukiye jae." ("No. If you don't have a child for many years then the milk subsides.")
 
"Amar obhigotta bolche apnar ei bhorat stan gulote ekhono prochur doodh ache. Ekbar chipe dekhi doodh baar kora jae kina." ("My experience tells me that your breasts might still have some milk left. Lets press them and see if it comes out.")
 
The milkman then grabbed her creamy white mammaries, opened his mouth wide and put her right breast into his mouth. He started sucking her luscious jug with sexual abandon while with his other hand he pinched and squashed her left tit. This seemed to turn on my mother even more as she groaned, "Ufffffff.....AAAmaammmmmmmmmmammmmm....Ungggggggghhh...Aro jore! Ufff....Ki darun lagche......!! Arro jore chepo! Somostho doodh chipe baar kore dao amar!" ("Ufffffff.....AAAmaammmmmmmmmmammmmm....Ungggggggghhh...Harder! Ufffff...It feels so good! Press harder! Squeeze out all of my milk!")
 
The milkman alternated his sucking between right and left love melons. He sucked her creamy mammies with such intensity that they soon turned beet red due to his molestation. Finally, he gave up and started kissing his way up from her boobies, then her neck and was now pecking around her lips until his lips met hers and they were locked in another passionate kiss. The side of my mom's lips were now glistening with this milkman's sticky saliva.
 
When he broke the kiss, my mom was panting with sexual pleasure. The milkman's eyes now went to her hairy armpit again. This time he brought his face closer between the folds of her sweaty armpit and flicked his tongue over the thin strands of hair. The feel of this young pervert's cold, wet tongue grazing against her warm, damp skin made her shiver with sexual excitement.
 
"Mmmmm...hmmmm! Sotti, boyeshko mohilader ghono baal jukto tholthole ghemo bogoler swadth tae alada!" ("Mmmmm...hmmmm! It's true that the taste of a mature woman's hairy, fleshy armpit is like nothing else.") Saying that he began kissing and licking on my mom's left armpit, mixing his cold saliva with her warm sweat and making her armpit even wetter.
 
"Ufffff.....Mmmmmm." My mom was moaning like a nasty whore as this perverted milkman devoured her luscious armpits. He then moved on to her other armpit and licked that with the same sexual intensity. His tongue was swirling around making circles over her chubby armpits and now one of his hands slowly made it's way down inside her petticoat.

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"Uhhhhhhh..." My mother opened her eyes wide and moaned with a gaping mouth as one of his fingers invaded her love-canal. His hands were slowly moving inside her petticoat indicating that he was possibly finger-fucking her while his tongue continued to trail along her fleshy armpit.
 
When he stopped licking her armpits and moved his head away, I saw them practically drenched in the milkman's juices as well as her own womanly heat. He looked hungrily at her melons again. My mom's large tits were red, dangling down in front of his face so he sucked on her nipples making her more excited. "Uuuuuu....Lagche!...Tui age chipe laal kore diechis. Aar okhane haath dis na." ("Uuuuu...It's hurting! You've already made it red with your squishing. Now, don't touch it anymore.") But the milkman was overcome with lust and he was in no mood to listen. At first, he gently started to kiss her boobs which probably gave goose bumps as she felt his lips touch her already sore skin. Next he was nibbling on her mammies now, gently biting around her nipples.
 
His right hand was moving faster underneath her petticoat. His finger was travelling in and out of her cum dump, until finally I saw a dark, wet patch forming on her petticoat and running down her thighs. She had reached her first orgasm and now she was sweating like crazy. Her breathing was faster and she was desperately holding on to the window grills.
 
The milkman then released her precious boobies and moved his finger out of her petticoat. His right hand was thoroughly wet and shining with my mom's love juices. He looked down towards her petticoat and smiled at his damp achievement.
 
"Ufff....kakima, tomar toh dekchi rosh pore gelo. Ebar amar ki hobe Amakeo toh ektu sontushto korte hobe." ("Uff...aunty, it looks like you have released all your juices. Now isn't it my turn You have to satisfy me just like I did to you.") The milkman untied his pyjama string and it fell to the floor.
 
My mom's eyes turned wide looking at his long and thick member. It was at least 8 inches in length and 3-4 inches in thickness! His hands were now on his member and he was stroking it like it was a large piece of bamboo. "Apnar bogoler khaj ta darun. Ei khaje bara ta ghoshbo!" ("Your armpit is amazing! I'll rub my dick through that.")
 
 

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The milkman (Part IV)
Once my mother had ejaculated her womanly juices, she became tired and slowly sat on the ground. She was sweating and her breathing increased causing her heaving mammaries to rise up and down with her every breath. A few inches from her face, the milkman was openly stroking his erect shaft while his eyes hungrily roamed around her naked, sweaty, luscious mature figure. He licked his lips at the sight of her perfectly round and plentiful breasts, her deep navel and her petticoat wet from her juices. After her orgasm got over, she suddenly came back to reality and maybe realized what she was doing was wrong. The lust on her face was gone and now she almost seemed regretful. She tried to cover up her precious mammies with both hands and turned her face away from his now standing member. "Tu...Tumi ebar jao. Amar esob aar bhalo lagchena." ("You...You have to go. I don't like this anymore."), she said with a shaky voice and with her eyes closed.
 
The milkman was surprised to see the sudden change in my mom's demeanour. But he was not going to let such an opportunity pass him by. "Keno kakima Ki holo hotath apnar Na erom bhabe toh apni amae charte paren na. Ei dekhun apnar jno amar dhon puro khara hoye ache." ("Why aunty What happened to you all of a sudden You can't leave me hanging like this. See what your figure has done to my cock.") He brought his pecker closer to her face, almost touching her sensitive cheeks.
 
But my mother was still too guilt-ridden to allow this low-class boy to molest her further. She didn't care anymore about Uncle Shyam's demands. She had reverted back to her old devoted housewife state of mind. Her head was still turned sideways as she tried hard to avoid looking at his erection. "Na, erom koro na. Egulo paap. Tumi amar cheler boyeshi." ("No, don't do this. This is wrong. You're my son's age."), she said.
 
The milkman was slowly starting to lose his excitement. His dick began to grow limp now and he knew he had to do something. He couldn't force her because he knew that I was in the house and if she screamed, I would run to her aid.
 
At the same time, he could'nt pass up the golden opportunity to have his dick caressed by the hottest aunty in the neighbourhood. "Arey, ektu agei toh apni raji chilen sob kichute. Abar ki holo" ("Hey, you were ready for everything a minute ago. Now, what happened"), he said with a tensed experession. Then his eyes suddenly went towards her wet petticoat and he realized what was wrong. "Oh, accha bujhechi. Apnar rosh toh shob jhore geche. Kono chaap nei. Ami chole jabo. Kintu ekbar shudhu apni amar ei dhon tar dike takie dekhun. Apnar moton gorom maal, amar khara dhon er dorshon korle amar jibon shofol hoye jabe." ("Oh, I understand. Your juices have all been spilled. No problem. I'll leave. But first, you have to take a look at my cock at least once. If a hot bitch like you sees my erect weiner then my life would be of some purpose.")
 
My mother liked hearing praises from people, especially dirty praises. So, as soon as the milkman called her a "gorom maal" ("hot bitch"), I could see her twitch or shiver a little while sitting on the floor. She was still hesitant to look, though. "Esob bolish na. Amar kerom lage esob sunle." ("Don't say such things. I feel uncomfortable when I hear them.")
 
The milkman was now sure that he was going on the right track. "Acha bolbo na. Kintu apni shudhu ekbar dekhun. Bhalo na lagle ami chole jabo." (" Fine, I won't say such things. But, just take a peek at it once. If you don't like it, then I'll leave.")
 
I could see that my mom's resolve was weakening. It was after all, just one peek. She slowly turned her head, while her eyes remained shut. The milman's thick member was also starting to stir as she was now directly facing it. "Chokh ta khulun aar amar dhon er dorshon korun." ("Open your eyes and have a look at my erect penis."), he said. She slowly lifted her eyelids and this low-class 20 year old's semi-hard prick came into full view.
 
Now, looking at his thick, manly rod, her mouth instinctively gaped open. His cock was large with veins sticking out showing the extent of its healthiness. Her eyes were wide as she gulped and stared in awe. With one hand still covering her boobs, she brought the other hand close to her petticoat-covered mound and lightly started rubbing it, right in front this perverted milkman.
 
Seeing the look of lust return on her face once again, the milkman knew he was back in control. "Kakima, ekbar apnar komol, molayem haath die dhore dekhun kemon lage." ("Aunty, just hold it with your soft, smooth hand and see how it feels.")
 
My mom's eyes were fixed on his semi-erect boner. "Kintu tui toh shudhu dekhte bolechilis." ("But you said to just look."), she said in a nervous voice.
 
"Hain, kintu ekbar dekhun na kerom laage apnar cheler boyeshi ekjon er dhon haath e nite. Pochondo na hole, ami chole jabo. Apnar kono bhoy nei." ("Yes, but you can at least check out what a young cock feels like. If you don't like it, I'll leave. You have nothing to worry.")
 

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My mom was mesmerised by the size of his huge member, just swinging around in her face. Even when it was semi-hard, it was easily the biggest she'd ever seen. Bigger than Uncle Shyam or even the butcher. Without saying anything else, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the milkman's thick rod. The feel of this young low-class stud's warm hanging meat throbbing in her hands caused her to shiver in excitement. The milkman too was getting excited as I saw his eyes closing, trying to take in the pleasure of a mature, beautiful lady grasping her manhood.

 
"Eh toh bishal boro!" ("This is too big!"), my mother said while staring at his erect hard-on.
 
That was true. Even my 6-inch dick was so small compared to the beast and I was getting a hard on myself watching my precious mother touching his big meat.
 
Encouraged by her comment, the milkman asked, "Apnar pochondo kakima" ("Do you like it, aunty")
 
My mom didn't answer. Instead, she showed her approval by slowly starting to run her hands up and down his thick shaft, in a stroking motion.
 
The milkman responded by making a satisfied moan, "Mmmmmmmm..."
 
My mother was lost in a swirl of lust and contenment, looking at his huge dick. She slid her hand over gently, but barely touching his rock-hard cock. Then she sat up still and really started stroking his cock with more passion. At the start, his member was a little soft, but as soon as she had her hand wrapped around it, it hardened again instantly.
 
My mother continued to move her hand very slowly on this young low-class studs cock. Then, she applied greater pressure while stroking his monster. The tips of her fingers feeling the warmth of his veins. My mom arched forward, breathing frantically. She moved her hand in circular motions, sliding her fingers along the foreskin, and teasingly playing with his sensitive balls with her other hands. Then suddenly, she got the urge to sit up and suck on this huge cock she had in her hand. She hesitated for a few seconds and lowered her head down to his shaft and kissed the head. He shivered and moaned in pleasure as her wet lips touched the sensitive tip of his bud. Next, she opened her mouth and licked the head in little circles before running her tongue across the head, wanting to return the pleasure that the milkman had given her. She started to lick the shaft around the side, giving it soft kisses before returning back to the head. She let her lips then start to kiss the length of his cock. She started to wrap her hands around his member when her expression changed. She had just started to notice how large his cock was. This revelation made my lustful mother even more excited. She worked on the milkmans cock for few minutes until she climbed down between his legs where she could lick and tease his testicles.
 
She worked her way down, and then kissed his balls. She gently took each one into her mouth and sucked as the low class man moaned with pleasure. Then she started teasing him by letting her lips slide up them to his cock.
 
In the meantime, the perverted milkman placed his hand on my sweet mother's head and started to stroke her hair as she licked and kissed his shaft clean. After a few minutes of her slow licking and teasing, he was completely erect and his cock was straining towards her mouth. Watching a young dick growing in front of her eyes was probably too much for my sweet, innocent, homely mother. She opened her mouth wide and committed to the act, sliding her mouth slowly down the head of his cock, and sucking his meat tool like a professional prostitute. I noticed my mother's cheeks closing in on themselves where she was sucking on the penis. Her hands now roamed around his hairy thighs, and also her fingers raked the cheeks of his ass gently.
 
From the milkman's expression, I could tell that he was in heaven as his manhood was sucked by this experienced older woman. My mom lifted her mouth up and down his penis slowly, while opening and closing her mouth gently to stimulate his large, erect muscle. The low-class stud then kept one hand on her shoulder, putting the other on the back of her head, and forced her mouth down over his cock and watched it disappear. I noticed him pinch my mom's shoulder, expressing his pleasure as he felt the soft moistness of her mouth. "Mmmm...Urghh...", he groaned as her warm tongue settled against the bottom of his member. He pulled her head tighter towards him, burying his entire length inside her mouth.
 
My mom pulled back and choked a little. As soon as she pulled out, I saw a thin stream of saliva mixed with precum escaping her gaping mouth and running down her chin. His tool was also wet and glistening with my mom's saliva. "Dhire koro." ("Slowly."), she said.
 
The milkman didn't respond. He was too far overcome with lust that he placed his hand back on her head he shoved his cock back into her wet mouth. My mom tried to pull back again, but the low-class man would only allow her to withdraw to his head before shoving himself deep inside again. He moved his hips up and down as well as pulling my mother's head back and forth. He gripped her head tightly while her fucked her face, making sure he was in control of the rhythm.
 
Then suddenly he pulled out his cock himself and pointing it straight at her face, he yelled, "Arrrghhhhh..." and blew his load all over my mature mom's pretty face. Spurts of thick, warm sperm landed on her face and some even inside her mouth, as my mother shockingly stuck her tongue and let it fall there. She then swallowed the cum like a true whore from a porn movie.
 
The milkman was too tired. His cock was still semi-erect, but he decided that it was enough for the day. He quickly wore his pants as I looked down towards mine and noticed that I too had cummed all over them.
 
When the milkman moved out of the dressing room, my mother in all her naked and cum-covered glory stood near the window, perhaps to get an approval from Uncle Shyam. After a few seconds, she quickly walked towards the bathroom with her enormous tits hanging in the air and her petticoat wet with her womanly juices. She went inside and turned on the shower.
 
 
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Chapter 22

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

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"Arey ma ke bolo kono bondhur bari jacho. Amar naam nite hobena." ("Tell your mom that you're going to a friend's place. Don't tell her it's me.")

 
"Acha...Thikache. Ami aschi." ("Ok...Fine. I'm coming."), I reluctantly said, knowing full well what this was about. I hung up the phone and climbed down the stairs to the living room, where my mom was still watching T.V.
 
"Ma ami ektu aschi." ("Mom, I'll be back.")
 
"Arey, kothae jachis eto belae" ("Hey where are you going at this hour"), she asked with surprise.
 
"Pramit er bari. O ektu daklo. Chinta koro na, taratari fire ashbo. Aar lunch okhanei kore nebo." ("To Pramit's house. He called. Don't worry, I'll be back soon. And I'll be having lunch over there.") Without saying much else, I quickly rushed out of the house leaving my mom and Haria inside, and went straight to Shyam Uncle's house.
 
When I got there, I knocked on his door and within a few seconds he opened. "Arey, eshe gechis Darun! Aye aye bhetore aye!" ("Hey, you've arrived Good! Come inside!") His potbelly seemed to have grown a few more inches and his rugged beard was still there. But the unusual thing was, he seemed to be in quite a jovial mood.
 
He guided me to his small bedroom, which appeared to be as dirty as himself - the room was damp and had a weird alcoholic stench all over, at the center was an old bed that creaked the moment I sat on it, a crooked table placed close to the bed, spider-webs hanging from the corners of the ceiling, and the floors were greasy as shit.
 
"Ek minute, ami aschi." ("I''ll be back in a minute.") He stepped out of the room and came back a few minutes later with a bottle of RS and two large glasses in his hands.
 
He placed them on the table and poured both of us a drink. I was waiting patiently for him to say something, but the bastard was taking his time; enjoying the fact that I was miserable and trapped. Finally, he decided to speak, "Kire, bhalo legeche ager din er drishya ta" ("So, did you like the show yesterday")
 
Immediately I felt scared and my heart started beating rapidly. But I wasn't going to give up easily. "Apni ki bolchen ami kichui bujte parchina." ("I don't know what you're talking about.")
 
"Aha aar sokhi sajte hobena. Ami toke onekhon dhorei sedin lokkho korechi." ("No use in trying to act innocent. I had been watching you for a long time that day.") My worst fears were confirmed. My secret was out. This perverted, old man knew everything and could manipulate me however he wanted. I was petrified. "Kire, kichu bolchis na keno" ("Why aren't you saying something") He came close to my ear and whispered, "Ma ke chudte dekhte bhalo lage" ("Do you like watching your mom get fucked"). I grabbed the bedsheet between my clenched fists; not in anger or fear, but in a sense of rising excitement. I don't know why, but the word "chudte" ("sex") was having an arousing effect on me. I am, after all, my mom's son.
 
"Kire, bol!" ("Come on, say it!")
 
My head was hung low and I was shivering like a leaf. I couldn't speak, therefore I just nodded my head in approval. As soon as I did that, an evil smile appeared across his hairy cheeks. "Ami jantam. Tah kobe theke iche jaglo erom" ("I knew it. So, when did this desire of yours start")
 
"Du-teen b-bochor ager theke." ("2-3 y-years ago.") I felt a tinge in my stomach as I started telling him the nasty details.
 
"Hmmm...bujhlam. Erom sundori abong sexy gorom deho wali ma thakle je keu chudte chaibe." ("Hmmm....understood. If you have such a beautiful and sexy mother, then no wonder you'll be attracted to her.") I could feel my dick stirring beneath my half-trousers hearing his hot comments about my mom. But Uncle Shyam had just begun his verbal torture. "Tor ma ke jokhon ei paraye prothombar dekhechi, tokhon thekei amar dhon e aguner shikha jolchilo." ("Since the first time I saw your mother in this neighborhood, my dick has been searing to get a taste of her.") He deliberately used my mom's name to describe his feelings for the time when he first saw her, thinking that it would arouse me even further. And it did!
 
"Ma ke prothombar langto dekhechis kivabe" ("How did you see her nude the first time")
 
I was quiet and reluctant. He placed the glass in my hand and asked me to gulp it down, saying it would ease the tension. I did as he said. Immediately I felt a warm sensation running down my body as the drink made it's way towards my gut. And suddenly I felt much more at ease. I took a deep breath and started, "2-3 bochor age. Ma jokhon kapor-jama paltachilo snan korar por, tokhon dekhechilam. Tokhon amar bara e ekta odbhut onubhuti hoechilo. Sorire ekta akolponiyo agun jolte laglo. Tar por theke roji ami dorjar aarale dariye lukiye lukiye ma ke langto hoye dress paltate dekhtam." ("2-3 years ago. My mom was changing her dress after a bath. Seeing her, my dick started feeling weird. A heat started developing in my body. After that, I used to watch her everyday, hidden away at the side of the door, watching her undress.")
 
His evil smile got wider. "Ma ke vebe handle marish" ("Do you masturbate while thinking of your mom")
 
I nodded again without saying a word. I started touching and scratching my prick now, feeling an uneasy urge to pull it out of my pants.
 
Luckily, Uncle Shyam was aware of my urges. "Dekhi tor dhon khara hoeche kina. Pant ta khule fel." ("Let's see if your dick has grown bigger. Take off ur pants.")
 
I stared at him with shock and awe. Realizing my discomfort, he said, "Chinta korish na. Ekhane ami aar tui chara aar keu nei. Nischinto hoye khule fel. Ami dekhte chai tor khanki ma er kotha bhebe tor dhon kotota khara hoe." ("Don't worry. There's no one her but us. So, take it off. I want to see how big your dick gets while thinking of your slut mom.")
 
I slowly and hesistantly started pulling my pants down. When I was a certain point below my thighs my thick shaft sprang out. But he was not done. He stared at my dick like a hungry shark and cried, "Purota khule fel!" ("Take it off completely!") I obeyed and hastily took it off and placed it on the bed beside me. I was now sitting naked waist down with my cock shamelessly hanging in the air.

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"Darun! Besh bhaloi khara hoeche tor dhon ta nijer rendi ma er kotha bhebe." ("Good! It looks like your boner has grown quite a lot thinking about your whore mommy.") I smiled nervously, like an idiot. Suddenly, he grabbed my erect manhood with his right hand and started stroking it gently. I felt a jolt of electricticty as his cold, rough hands engulfed my manhood.
 
"Eta ki korcho, Shyam kaku" ("What are you doing, Shyam Uncle") I said in shock, while trying to remove his hand from my erect penis.
 
"Arey eto bhoy pachis keno Tui amar proshner uttor gulo dite thak. Totokhon ami tor dhon helacchi. Dekhi tui kotokhon dhore rakhte paris tor dudhel ma er jnoo." ("Hey, why are you acting so scared Just keep answering my questions. In the meantime, I'll take care of your cock. Let's see how long you last while chatting about your big-tittied mommy.")
 
He continued, "Tahle bol, ma er somporke nongra kotha sunte valo lage" ("Then tell me, do you like hearing nasty stuff about your mom")
 
I shivered a bit and then said, "Hain. Ma er naam niye keu nongra bolle amar puro sorir gorom hoejae." ("Yes. My whole body becomes hot if someone talks nasty about my mom.")
 
"Hahaha!! Shikha khanki to ekta madachod ke jonmo diache... er jonno ami tor ma magi k amar rendi bania chudbo!" ("Hahahha! Your slut mom has given birth to such a perverted motherfucker. For this reason, I'll fuck her like the tramp that she is!") His hand started stroking faster, drawing me towards a possible climax.
 
"Ma er ki beshi bhalo lage Chaora pacha NA bhorat mai" ("What do you like about your mom Her plump ass or her gigantic boobies") He slowed down, just enough to let me answer.
 
I was breathing heavily now, being so close to an orgasm. "Amar dutoe bhalo lage. Pacha o mai." ("I love both. Butt and boobs.")
 
"Tor rendi ma er mai tar bornona de amar jnoo." ("Describe you slut mom's tits for me.")
 
"Bishal boro." ("Very big."), I said timidly.
 
"Valo kore bol!" ("Say it properly!"), he squeezed my dick harder making me groan in pain.
 
"B-Bishal torbuj er moton boro. Norom kintu stiff. Ektukuo sag kore ni." ("As b-big as water-melons. Soft yet stiff. Hasn't sagged at all.")
 
"Kar mai" ("Whose mammaries"), he twisted the skin of my shaft to make me moan harder.
 
"Amar ma er mai" ("My mommy's mammaries.")
 
"Na bol amar khanki mayer mai." ("No say my slut mom's mammies.") He pinched the skin of my penis making me groan in pain again. "Bol!" ("Say it!")
 
"Amar khanki ma er rosalo mai." ("My slutty mom's juicy mammies.")
 
"Hahahah! Darun bornona diechis! Ebar bol gaand ta kemon" ("Hahahaha! Good description! Now describe her booty for me")
 
This time I was careful to be very dirty. "Mota ebong tholthole pacha amar khanki ma er." ("Phat and bouncy are my slutty mom's ass-cheeks.")
 
"Hahahaha!! Tahole to gaand chuse r chude khub aram hobe. Bessa der to amon e hote hoi... Tor ma er bessader moto gaand duluni dekhe tr bara khara hoi" ("Hahahhaha!! Then her booty will taste very juicy and will be a good fuck as well. Just like a hoe! Tell me, does your mom's undulating ass make you hard") He squeezed my dick to emphasize his point.
 
"Ahhhhh....Hain hoe! Prochondo dole amar ma er pacha." ("Ahhhhh....yes it does! Her buttocks sway a lot when she moves.")
 
"Porer baar tor ma ke jokhon pabo, or pod amar lala die bhoriye debo. Chumu khabo or pode aar kamrabo. Aar chotash chotash kore marbo!" ("Next time when I get my hands on your mommy, I'll cover her ass with my saliva. Then I will kiss and bite her big ass. Then slap her butt-cheeks.")
 
"Unghhh!! Hain! Jore Jore maro amar khanki ma ke!" ("Unghhhh!! Yes! Spank my slut mom hard!")          
 
"Tor ma er gud tao beshi suswadu. Ager din chete dekhechilam. Uff ki modok sexy gondho! Ami tor ma ke amar chodon khawar jonnye sex slave banabo! Amar dhoner jonnye tor ma pagol thakbe. Jokhon khusi jekhane khusi jebhabe khusi tor ma ke chudbo, nongra vabe!" ("You mommy's honey-pot tastes delicious. I licked it last time. What an amazingly horny scent it has! I will make her my sex slave. Make her my personal slut. She will be crazy for my man-meat. She will love and crave it all day and night. I will fuck her wherever I want and whenever I want.") I felt his grip getting tighter. He was going faster again, pumping my rock-hard boner harder and harder. "Unghhhh...Ahhhhhh......Mmmmmm..", I closed my eyes and was moaning in both pleasure and pain. "Ami prothome oke ekta parir moton treat korbo. Tarpor aste aste amar personal khanki banabo. Ami jani tui eta khub pochondo korbi. Tor gharelu ma amar third-grade rendi te porinoto hobe." ("First treat her really good, like a goddess and then slowly... bit by bit transform her into a kinky whore. I bet you would like to see your homely mom turned into C-grade whore by me")
 
"Hain!....Ufff banie felun amar shada-shidha ma ke rendi! Oooofffff!!!!" ("Yes!...Make my mom a whore! Oooofffff!!!!") With that last comment, I tensed up and spurt my jizz all over his thick palm and even dropped some on his dirty floor. And then I fell on the bed after having the most intense orgasm ever!
 
Uncle Shyam wiped off the cum with a paper-towel and then asked, "Ki, bhalo laglo" ("Did you like it")
 
I smiled and nodded.
 
"Darun! Amaro prae maal berie esche. Ebar tomar ma er koekta langto chobi dekhte dekhte ami mooth marbo bathroom e gie." ("Good! Even I'm about to unload. Now, I'll start sifting through your mom's naked pictures while masturbating inside the bathroom.")
 
I slowly got up and wiped my cock clean with another paper towel, and then wore my pants again. "Acha, tahle ami choli." ("Okay, I'll leave now.")
 
"Nischoe. Tahle tor aar kono osubidha nei toh, tomar ma ke amar rendi banie chudle" ("Of course. So you no longer have a problem with me making your mom my sex slave and fucking her.")
 
"Na...kintu ami dekhte pele bhalo hoe. Dekhe ami mooth marte parbo." ("No....but I would like to watch and masturbate.")
 
Uncle Shyam though for a second and said, "Hmmm...ekta sohoj upae ache setar. Kal ami toke koyekta jinish hate debo. Segulo die tor bishal laabh hobe." ("Hmmm...I have an easier way to do that. Tomorrow I'll give you something. This will be very beneficial for you.")
 
"Ki jinish" ("What is it")

 

"Seta pore bolbo noe. Ekhon ja. Ami hoyto kaal toder barite asbo. Amar bessa ke chudte." (I'll tell you later. Now go. I'll come to your house tomorrow. To fuck my hoe.") ,he winked. I left Uncle Shyam's house with a new perspective and a curious mind as to what he was about to hand me tomorrow.
 
 
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Chapter 23
 
Mom's Narrative (with Haria)
 
"Ki hoyeche amar" ("What has happened to me"), I thought while sitting on the sofa with my legs apart, totally certain that my son is upstairs in his room studying. My clit was still sore from the abuse that I received from that young low-class doodhwala. My name is Shikha Guho. I am a wife, a mother...and a slave! Recently I was blackmailed into becoming my neighbor, that is a 55 year old man's sex slave. Yet this degradation started long before he came into my life. It's only been a month since my husband left for Delhi on one of his usual business trips. He'll probably be back soon. But ever since he left, I've felt a strange emptiness inside me. That emptiness made way for a carnal hunger and now I'm starting to get consumed by it. I want it to stop, but everytime I feel the touch of a man, my common sense retreat and my womanly instincts take over.
 
"Ajke jeta holo seta thik holo na. Amake kichu ekta korte hobe. Amake eshob thamate hobe noyto Shyam Babu amae peye boshbe." ("Whatever happened today should not have happened. If I don't put an end to this now, it will give Shyam Babu more encouragement to do what he wants."), I thought. "Doodhwala ta bachha chele chilo. Or sathe ei byapar ta etodur niye jawa thik hoyni. Kintu ami ki ba korbo Ami jodi Shyam Babu'r birudhe kichu bolte jai, tahle o amar nogno obosthay chobigulo shara parae choriye berabe." ("The milkman was a young boy. This was not supposed to go so far. But what can I do If I try to protest against Shyam Babu, then he'll expose all my nude pictures throughout the neighborhood.") My eyes became a little teary and my heart skipped a beat while thinking about the consequences if those pictures were to come out in the open.
 
I was such a devoted housewife and I still love my husband a lot. But inside, I've realized that I'm also a woman who has needs... sexual needs! This feeling inside me, I have to control it! I have to stop it from taking over my conscience!
 
I have no idea how it started. I used to get a lot of attention from the neighbors. I've recently started to notice how both old and young men leer at me like I'm some sort of street hooker. The women in this part of the neighborhood hate me or are rather jealous of me for the way I look. "37 bochor boyesh othocho eto sundor dekhte Oshombhob! Nischoe or boyesh lokache!" ("37 years old yet so beautiful Impossible! She must be hiding her true age!"). But I was not hiding my age. In fact, most people I've met say this about me; though sometimes it's a taunt and sometimes it's a compliment. A woman was once whispering to her friend in the neighborhood, "Gotor ta dekhechis Ishhhh! Ki obostha! Ekjon manoniyo ghorer, bibhahito mohila, tao abar ekta cheler ma! Buro boyesheo ei chehara! Janis toh Janki, erom chehara esob mohilader keno hoye" ("Have you seen her figure Isshhhh! How embarrasing! The housewife of such an honorable family and even the mother of a son. Such a figure in this old age! Do you know Janki, such figure is only indicative of one thing"). She then showed a sign language by curling the index finger and thumb of her right hand in the shape of a hole, and using the index finger of her other hand as a shaft going in and out of the hole. "Bujhe ne!" ("You get the picture!"), and then they both laughed hysterically. This was six months ago, when I was too naive to understand what those signs met. But the path that Shyam Babu has set me in has cleared my understanding of such things.
 
"Kintu Shyam Babu eta shuru koreni. Jeta Haria, dui dorji Kakababu ebong Haripada, Kasai, etadi'r er sathe holo tar kono khoma nei! Ami aste aste niyantran hariye felchi. Kobe je amar shwami firbe ebong kobe amar ei akul sharirik thesta mitbe" ("But Shyam Babu did not start this. There's no excuse for what happened with Haria, the tailors Kakababu and Haripada, the butcher, etc. I'm slowly losing all control. When will my husband return and when will my relentless bodily thirst get quenched")
I was almost about to sob when I heard my son, Bunty, opening the door of his room. I quickly turned on the TV, pretending to watch and no sooner I saw him slowly trodding down the stairs. My son is probably my only chance at a normal life. He's the reason why I live and I could never bear it if he found out about his mother's illicit activities. Today I had a close shave when he saw me coming out of the bathroom naked. The way he looked at me gave me chills. It almost felt like a look of lust and desire, the glimmer in his eyes on seeing his nude mother made my knees feel slightly weak. But I immediately dismissed those feeling once I realized who I was thinking about. This is my son! And although he's a grown man now, I can never have such dirty feelings about him. But for some reason, at that moment, my body seemed to react in a lusty way. I was starting to see my son as a man and not as my child.
 
Anyways, while my son was coming down from the stairs, I noticed him staring and smiling towards the stairs leading down to the lower floor. I looked at that direction and saw Haria standing there, taking fleeting glances of my mature body. Although I was wearing my red silk nightgown which covered me from neck down, the tightness of the material hugging my voluptuous body and accentuating my lovely curves was probably too much for this low-class servant. This is the problem that I face with all my nightgowns. They're either too tight or too loose. But his unabashed stares were giving me a strong urge to touch myself down between my legs, even while my pussy kept pounding like a sad drum. I had to stay alert though, especially in front of my son. I quickly covered myself with a newspaper when I heard Bunty's phone ringing from the upstairs. He quickly dashed back up to his room while Haria regained his composure and made his way towards the kitchen.
 
After a while, I saw Bunty coming down the stairs again. His face was pale and he appeared to be slightly uneasy. "Ma ami ektu aschi." ("Mom, I'll be back.")
 
I was surprised. He never leaves the house at this time of the day. "Arey kothae jachis eto belae" ("Hey, where are you going at this hour")
 
"Pramit er bari. O ektu daklo. Chinta koro na, taratari fire ashbo. Aar lunch okhanei kore nebo." ("To Pramit's house. He called. Don't worry, I'll be back soon. And I'll be having lunch over there.") Without saying much else, he rushed out of the room leaving me alone with our servant Haria, especially with my mind in such a vulnerable state.
 
 
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Chapter 24

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

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I woke up early next morning, excited about the gift that Uncle Shyam was going to give me. When the bell rang, I quickly went to get the door but was disappointed to see it was only the young milkman. To be fair, he looked a lot more disappointed to see me than I was to see him. "Kakima kothae" ("Where's aunty"), he asked in a firm yet disappointed voice, his eyes trailing around the corners of the house trying to search out my mom. He was expecting her to be here, especially since his lusty little session with her, last day. "Ami bhebechilam ajke kakima hoyto....doodh debe." ("I thought aunty was going to give....milk today.") He paused before the word "doodh" and instead of "nebe" which means "take", he used the word "debe" which means "give". This milkman was obviously a huge pervert who didn't even seem to be fazed by the fact that he was talking about my mother. I, on the other hand, was feeling a surge of sexual arousal just by listening to his double-meaning comments.

 
"Na, ma ghumoche. Klanto." ("No, she's sleeping. Tired.")
 
"Hain ta toh hobei. Eto ojon boite hoe saradin dhore." ("Yes, that could be. After all, she has to bear such heavy burdens all day long."), he commented sarcastically, obviously referring to my mother's twin mammaries. "Jai hok. Kal ashbe ki doodh dite" ("Anyways, will she be coming tomorrow to give milk"), again the innuendos.
 
"Doodh 'nite' bolo" ("You mean 'take' milk, right") This time I corrected the pervert.
 
"Oh hai...." ("Oh yes..."), he nodded as if to show that it was a genuine mistake. "Mane doodh nite asbe kakima kal" ("I meant to ask whether aunty is coming to get the milk, tomorrow.")
 
I smiled cunningly and said, "Nischoe asbe." ("Sure she'll be here.")
 
The perverted young milkman gave a cunning smile of his own and said, "Bahhh...Bhalo khobor dile. Chollum tahle." ("Nice....Great news. Now I shall depart.") He then left after delivering the cans of milk.
 
My mom woke up soon after. She was looking especially hot today, wearing a brand new yellow nighty which I learnt that my father had sent her last day. The nighty was plus size, sleeveless, with white printed roses all over the material and three buttons covering the top. It hung loosely from her body, peaking along her massive mammaries giving them a curvy look and also along her perfectly round buttocks giving the impression of them protruding from the dress. The nightgown fell comfortably above her ankles, but it also kind of tapered below the waist, thereby hugging her shapely thighs and revealing their lusty structure.
 
While she was serving me breakfast, I could see her magnificent tits jiggling with every movement, especially since she never wears a bra at home. "Ajke doodwala tomar kotha jigesh." ("Today, I'll be going out."), I said, while she was serving me breakfast. When she was done serving me, I watched her walk back into the kitchen, her bubble butt-cheeks swaying from side-to-side. Like her other nightgowns, this one too slipped in between her buns everytime she attempted to walk. It was an amazing sight, especially to see her walk from behind.
 
I decided to break the ice. "Ajke doodwala tomar kotha jigesh korchilo." ("Today, the milkman was asking about you."), I said in the most casual manner. The moment I uttered the milkman's name, she froze at the entrance of the kitchen.
 
"K-ki jigesh k-korchilo", she fumbled, while her back was still to me.
 
"Ei je tumi doodh nite asho ni keno aaj...." ("Just asking why you didn't come to take milk today.") I could almost hear her heartbeat thumping and parts of her nighty getting wet with sweat. "Acha tumi ajke gele na keno doodh nite" ("Say, why didn't you go to take milk from him today")
 
"Ami ghumachilam." ("I was sleeping."), she replied in a firm but scared voice.
 
"Odbhut. Ager din toh taratari uthe gechile. R tachara tumii amae bolle je sedin er por theke tumii doodh nebe." ("Strange. Last day you woke up pretty early. And you only told me that you will take milk from him from that day on.")
 
"Tor ki dorkar esob jene! Nijer kaj kor ja!" ("Why do you want to know! Go do you own work."), she angrily said and went inside the kitchen. I decided not to probe further since I already knew what had happened. After a while, she went for a bath and I left for Shyam Uncle's house.
 
My heart skipped a beat as soon as I rang the bell of Uncle Shyam's house. Half-naked and wearing his usual lungi, Uncle Shyam stepped out into the sun with the usual evil smile etched on his face. "Ae, bhetore ae. Tori opekhae chilam." ("Come inside. I was waiting for you only.")
 
My fear of this huge bear or bull hadn't subsided yet, as in I was still pretty wary of what he might want from me and my mom, or what he might make me do/reveal. He offered me a seat, but I declined with a gesture of my hand. "Boshbi na" ("Won't you sit down"), he asked with a lecherous smirk.
 
"N-Na na, ami thikachi. Ki debe bolle" ("N-No no, I'm good. What will you give"), I stammered, afraid that he'd try to seduce me and force me to chat like the last time.
 
"Thik hain. Dara ek minute." ("Alright. Wait here for one minute.") With that he went inside some other attached room and brought back a bag of goodies. I knew what they were. Small cameras meant for spying. "Eguloke bole Mini micro CCTV High Resolution Camera! Egulo gupto jinis record korar jnoo lage. Amar kache erom 5ta ache ei muhurte. 2i tar modhe 4te nie ja." ("These are called Mini micro CCTV High Resolution Camera! These are used for spying and recording. I have about 5 of these stocked with me. I'm asking you to take 4.")
 
To be honest, I knew what was coming, but I was also quite shocked. These cameras were expensive and Uncle Shyam was a retired (read dishonorably discharged) army veteran, with a meagre pension. "Kotha theke pele egulo, Shyam Kaku" ("Where did you get these from, Shyam Uncle")
 
"Hahaha....", he started laughing at my naivety, "Babu, tui bhule geli ami bharat shenae chilam. Okhane shotruder opor nojor rakha amar porom uddesho chilo. Tokhon ei chotto camera gulo amar kaje eshechilo. Ekhon ei camera gulo amar dhon er theshta metate lagbe. Tor ma magi amake konodin egulo toder ghore lagate debe na. Tai tui egulo toder ghorer koyekta konae emon bhabe lagie rakhbi jate ami tor khanki ma er opor nojor rakhte pari, or agyate. Sotti bolchi Bunty, saali ke dekhlei amar dhon kapte thake." ("Babu, you forgot that I was a part of the Indian military. There our primary duty was to keep a watchful on enemy movement. There I came across these cameras. Now they'll help me quench my dick's unquencheable thirst. You slut mommy would never let me place these inside your house. That's why you will have to place these four cameras in different corners of your house in such a way that I'll be able to keep an eye on your whore of a mother, without her knowledge. I'm telling you, Bunty, whenever I look at that broad my member starts throbbing like crazy.") I was getting hard listening to this old pervert's disgusting remarks about my own mother. "Erom ekta maal ke sobsomoy nojor e rakhte hoy. Kokhono eka charte nei, karu sathe." ("A hot wench like her should always remain under watchful eyes. She should never be left alone.")
 
Saying that he came closer to me. His towering visage making me shiver in excitement and fear. "Kire, thik bolchi toh" ("Am I right") Suddenly he grabbed my scrotum - underneath my semi-erect penis - over my half-pant and squeezed with such tight force that I immediately groaned in pain. "Arrrgghhhhh!"
 
"Bol ami thik bolchi kina!" ("Tell me I'm right!"), he asked clutching my scrotum
 
"Hain! Hain! Ek-Ekdom thik bolcho, Sh-Shyam Kaku. Amar ma er moton kh-khanki ....Arrghhhh... der opor s-sobsomoy nojor rakha uchit!" ("Yes! Yes! Y-You're right, Shyam Kaku. A s-slut like my mom....Arrgghhhhh... should always be k-kept under watch!") He smiled and loosened the grip on my aching scrotum, making me heave a sigh of relief.
 
"Good boy!", he said, "Ebar ja giye aaj rat er mdhe lagiye dish sob camera." ("Now go and fix all the cameras by tonight.")
 
"Kothae lagabo, Shyam Kaku", I nervously asked like an idiot. What was wrong with me I was asking Shyam Uncle to tell me the locations of my house where I can fit cameras, so this old pervert can jerk off on my mom all day long, while watching her in her most private moments.
 
"Jekhane tor morji! Kintu ager theke janie rakhi, emon jaygae lagabi jekhan theke tor doodhwali ma ke ami bhalo kore dekhte pari. Mane Bathroom, Bedroom, Kitchen, ittyadi. Jodi bhul hoye tahle er sāsti kintu khub kharap hobe." ("Wherever you want. Just remember, you should keep them in places where it's clearer for me to see your busty mother. Meaning, bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, etc. If you make a mistake, then the consequences will be dire.")
 
"Na na, tomar kono chinta nei Shyam Kaku. Ami shob kichu thikthak byabosta korbo.", (No no, you have nothing to worry about Shyam Uncle. I'll take care of everything.") I said and left his house, scared as hell.
 
When I returned home, I saw Haria in the house cutting vegetables and no sign of my mother. When I inquired, he said, "Ma khanik baire giyasen. Phone aisilo tomago mamar basha theika. Kisu kaj chilo tai tomago masi ra daikkase. Uni koilen tomare janaite je rate firte deri hoibe." ("Your mom has gone out for sometime. There was a call from your uncle's house. You maternal aunts had called her over for something. She told me to inform you that she'll be late.") I was not surprised. My mom and her brothers and sisters were having problems with the local politicians, over the custodity her paternal land. This is a common problem faced by many people in urban cities. To be honest, I was a little happy that she left. This would give me a chance to install the cameras, i.e. as soon as Haria was out of here. I didn't want him to suspect something.
 
Plus, I had to admit, I was more than a little excited about the prospect of a perverted old bull like Shyam Uncle spying on my mom and jerking off while thinking of her beautiful face and delicious mature body. This was the beginning of something extraordinary.
 
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Since most of the people here preffered MY narrative compared to my mom's.,

 
I'm going to continue the story with my narrative... 
 

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My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners

Chapter 25

My mom's first fuck!!! - Part 1

Mom leaving the house was somewhat of a relief. With her around, it was going to be impossible for me to set up all the four cameras. Usually whenever she goes to her maternal home regarding these land issues, she doesn't come back home until evening. Moreover, for some odd reason, she always appears tired and disheveled whenever she returns from one of these visits.
 
Anyways, Haria didn't seem at all pleased to see my mother gone, especially since he always looks forward to peeping and ogling her mature, voluptuous body at every opportunity. So, he decide to make an excuse.
 
"Babu, amago aaj taratari chaira dibe Barite bou opekha koritase." ("Babu, can you release me early today My wife is waiting for me at home.")
 
I giggled from the inside, at his request. "Keno Onnodin opekha kore na bujhi" ("Why Doesn't she wait for you on the other days")
 
"Kore. Tobe aaj amago khub jaite issa koritese or kache. Onnodin kore na." ("She does. But today I feel like going to her. On other days, I don't feel that.")
 
"Keno Kore na keno" ("Why Why don't you feel that about her on other days")
 
In a taunting voice, he replied, "Karon onnodin tomago ma barite thake, tai bole." ("Because on other days you mom stays at home, that's why.")
 
For a second I was shocked at his reply. "Ki bolle!" ("What did you say")
 
He quickly rephrased, "N-na mane, onnodin tomar ma er sathe kotha bolte bolte somoe kete jae." ("N-No I mean, on other days, time goes idly by while chatting with your mother.")
 
I smiled at his cunning. "Thikache, kintu eto kaj je baki roe gelo. Egulo ke korbe Aar tomar toh rannao sampūrna hoeni." ("Fine, but there's a lot of work still left. Who'll be doing that And you still have to cook.")
 
"Apnago dupurer ranna hoigise. Rater ranna ami shondhebela aisha korum. Besikhon lagibe na, khali roti aar dimer jhol i to ase." ("Your lunch meal is complete. I'll come back in the evening to make dinner. It's just Chapati and Egg Curry, shouldn't take long.")
 
After hearing that he'll be back in the evening (similar time to when mom will be back I hope), I decided to let him go. I had no doubt that the first thing he was going to do upon reaching home was tear his wife's blouse open and quench his carnal lust by fucking her like an animal.
 
Haria's exit made my work easier. Now that this low class servant was outta the way, I could afford to be a lot less cautious while placing the cameras.
 
Now, the first problem that arose was finding the right location to set up the cameras. At the start, I thought about placing all these cameras in my parents' bedroom at different angles or locations. But then I realized that Mom rarely spends time locked up in that room and hence, I decided that one camera would be enough for her bedroom. I quickly rushed there; my instinctive arousal causing the blood to gush to my growing boner and my heart pounding with excitement. Finally, I would get to shoot some amateur porn and that too involving my very own mother, without her knowledge or consent! Once I reached her bedroom, I couldn't decide where to place them. These cameras were small, wireless, square shaped devices that despite looking inconspicious, they could not be hung from where the roof meets the walls of the house like regular security cameras. Instead I decided to hide them between layers of material. There was a bookshelf in the bedroom that belonged to my Dad, which was filled with books on every rack. One good thing about these cameras were that they did not emit any kinda light - flickering or constant - while recording, which made them increasingly difficult to spot, especially when they're hidden. So I placed one camera in between two of the books on the center-shelf, which was directly opposite to the bed. The camera already had batteries in it and a retractable memory card. My heart skipped a beat as soon as I turned the device on!
 
"Asha korchi record hoche!" ("Hopefully, it's recording!"), I said to myself.
 
My next target location was mom's dressing room! I placed the camera on top of one of mom's unused ladies bags which was hanging from a hook on the wall. Mom hadn't touched the bag in years which is why it appeared quite dusty and filled with disgusting spider webs. The bag was the same color as the camera (i.e. black) and hence provided the perfect camoflauge.
 
Next location was the bathroom! This was easy. When the shower was constructed, the handymen had mistakenly drilled a 3 inch hole underneath the pipe leading to the showerhead. The small camera fitted perfectly inside the hole and I adjusted the angle to give a top view of anyone who was standing underneath the shower! This was the cheekiest position yet.
 
The last location was tough to choose. I was confused between the living room and the kitchen. I finally decided to place it in the kitchen as an experiment, to see how whether Uncle Shyam likes the idea. If he didn't, I could always bring it to the living room or somewhere else. I hid the camera on the highest shelf - between packets of "masala's" - and set it at an angle that gave a good area view of the entire kitchen!
 
Everything was set! I couldn't contain my excitement. I was going to film my very own mother for the sexual pleasures of an old pervert. Unable to hold the arousal, I quickly rushed to my room and bolted the door. I then turned on my laptop and started searching through numerous porn sites. Finally I found a video ideal for my needs: "Mom fucks Neighbor in front of Son!". There this huge bulky guy was fucking a 40 year old MILF with a hard long rod, while her son was watching her from a nearby couch and jerking his small prick.

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I unzipped my pants and started stroking my semi-hard weiner. "Ahhhh!!! Fuck me yes!! Ahhhh!!!", the mother cried, as the big bull pounded his near 9-inch black cock deep inside her pink mound.

 
I imagined my mom in the situation, her juicy pussy being drilled doggy style by a filthty low-class pervert, with a humungous dick. "Mmmmm....Yessss!! Harder! Faster!", the more she screamed, the closer the son got to orgasm. He was enjoying the view, enjoying his sweet, homely mom being ravaged by this monster. He was frothing at the mouth, unable to contain the anguish, little drops of precum were oozing from the tip of his little manhood.
 
I heard the door unlock, but I was too far into this amazing fuck session to actually check whether my own mom had come in. My mind was racing with the thoughts of some low-class pervert taking my mom from behind, burying his dirty, uncut meat deep into her womb and making her scream like a filthy whore! "Ahhhh......I'm cummiinnggggg!", the woman in the video cried along with the two males. And so did I! A thick spurt of white goo launched from the tip of my prick and landed on my chest, stomach and even my chin. It was an amazing orgasm; perhaps too amazing. Since I fell asleep on the chair soon after, without even cleaning myself up.
 
When I woke up, I was in a haze. It was night-time. I checked the clock. "9:30 PM! Holy Shit!", I almost yelled." I had asleep for nearly 3 hours. The cum on my chest had dryed up to form a hard, sticky goo. I tried wiping it with a towel, but it wouldn't work. So I decided to have a bath.
 
While walking down the stairs, I noticed something strange. Drops of white sticky liquid were on each staircase. I bent down and ticked a sample of the liquid. My eyes got widened as I realized what it was. "Fresh cum!", I said to myself. I walked back upstairs, tracing the drops of semen to see where it leads and to my shock, it stopped right outside my mother's bedroom door.
 
I knocked, "Ma, tumi ghore acho" ("Mom, are you home"). No answer.
 
I knocked again. "Ki holo Acho ki ghore Shara dao!" ("What happened Are you home Answer me!")
 
Then I heard my mom speak in a faint voice. "Babu, amar sorir ajke bhalo nei. Tumi kichu ekta banie khe nao." ("Babu, today I'm not feeling well. Make something and eat it yourself.")
 
I was genuinely concerned now. "Keno ki hoeche tomar" ("Why what happened to you")
 
"Ei ektu klanto. Ekhon ghumachi. Kal sokale thik hoejabe." ("Just a little tired, that's all. I'm sleeping now. I'll wake up tomorrow.")
 
This was getting stranger and stranger by the minute. Anyways, there was nothing more I could do. I decided to follow the droplets of cum downstairs and to my surprise, it led to the kitchen. What was more shocking was that the kitchen counter and the surrounding area was a mess! On one side, there was a bowl of half-mixed atta ("wheat") dough which seemed to have seen better days, i.e. it was in tatters. Powdered masalas were strewn all over the floor near the counter and one of mom's bangles was idly sitting on the counter. The rest of the kitchen seemed normal.
 
Luckily, I found the camera intact and knew that it was well hidden from her view. I brought it down from the shelf, examined it to see if it was indeed in one piece. Then I went to check the cameras in the dressing room and the bathroom. I took those with me and went back upstairs into my room. The only camera that I wasn't able to retrieve was my mom's bedroom camera. I decided to take care of that tomorrow.
 
When I got to my room, I quickly turned on my laptop, having completely forgotten about washing the already dried-up cum that was etched on my upper body. I was eager to know what had happened while I was asleep and these cameras were the only way I could find out. I pulled out the memory card from the camera saying "Kitchen CAM" and then inserted into my laptop's card reader to check for what happened in the last 3 hours that I was asleep.
 
I wavered for some time before turning on the video, the sweat forming on my forehead making me uneasy. The video started with an overview of the kitchen, the camera panning on to the kitchen counter, adjacent to the kitchen entrace.
 
"Trk! Trk!", the sound of the door unlocking. I remember this being the time when I was totally mesmerized by the porn video in front of me.
 
"Babu, bari achis", ("Babu, are you home") The familiar voice of my mom, which seemed to me that sounded very tired.
 
Mom entered the kitchen and I could see her wearing a blue, chiffon sari which was semi transparent. She also wore a blue, sleeveless blouse underneath and I thought I noticed through the translucent saree that one of the hooks of her blouse were torn, causing a deep valley between her white, milky tanks to become increasingly visible. But what was really odd was that her hair was dishevelled and her lipstick appeared to have been smothered around her protruding lips. I wondered why she would dress so carelessly while going to her paternal house, to have a meeting with the local MLA.
 
"Mone hoe ghore nei. Bhaloi hoeche. Thaklei proshno korto." ("Maybe he's not home. Good. If he were here, he would definitely ask questions.") I was a little surprised to hear that from my mother. I admit that I have been asking a lot of questions recently, but that's only because of what she's done and been doing in the past few weeks.
 
Anyways, my mother headed to the dressing room. At this point I was tempted to put on the video of the dressing room. But I stopped myself because I knew the real action happened in the kitchen and I wanted to get to it as soon as possible. After about 5 minutes, I fast-forwarded the video by about 15 more minutes. At that time, there was a call on the door. My mom was in the final stages of her dress up and I saw her peep into the kitchen once - she was wearing the same sexy, new yellow plus-size nighty - and then walk towards the main door to open it. In my gut, I had a feeling that it could be Shyam Uncle!