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

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Chapter 26

 
My mom's first fuck!!! - Part 2
 
Ting-Tong! Ting-Tong!
 
The bell rang like crazy until my mom reached the door and I heard her open it. "Tumi Tumi ekhane shondhebela ki korcho" ("You What are you doing here"), I heard her ask in surprise. Honestly the suspense was making me more and more excited. I wasn't horny yet, but I felt my heart was gonna explode in anticipation.
 
As I looked through the computer screen and held my headphone tightly against my ears, I heard a male voice say, "Asole Boudi, amago choto-babu aste koiyasilo raate." ("Actually Bhabhi, your son asked me to come tonite."). Immediately I realized that this was not Shyam Uncle. The accent resembled only one person that I knew. It was Haria, our servant! I had almost forgotten about him saying that he would come back later that night for cooking dinner. "Rater ranna korte daikasilo, karon amago sokale taratari bari jaita hoise, sorir kharap silo boila." ("He called me to cook dinner, coz I had to leave early today since I was not feeling well.")
 
"Oh, ki hoechilo tomar" ("Oh, what happened to you"), my mom asked.
 
"Aar ki bolum Grihinir kotha mone poriyasilo ar ki." ("What will I say I was missing my wife a lot."), he said as I heard my mom burst out in laughter. "Hahahhaha! Tai naki Ta ki korle bari giye bou er sathe ektu suni" ("Hahahahaha! Really So what did you do with your wife when you went back home")
 
"Se toh onek kisui koirasi. Kin2 shob toh erom baire khara hoiya kowa shombhob nai, tanik ek2 jodi bhetore dhuikte diten tahle bhalo hoito." ("Actually I've done a lot. But I can't discuss everything outside, can I It would've been nice if I were allowed in."), he said cheekily. I couldn't believe that he was again reverting to his old ways. I was waiting eagerly to see the action unfold.
 
"Oh ami toh bhulei gechilam! Asho bhetore esho." ("Oh I almost forgot! Come inside.")
 
"Dhonnyobad!" ("Thank you!")
 
I heard their footsteps as they approached the kitchen area while chatting. From the casual manner in which my mom was talking, I felt she was a little bit carefree and tipsy. Had she been drinking Impossible! She would never have alcohol.
 
"Hain toh bolo ki korecho grihinir sathe" ("So tell me, what did you do with your wife"), my mom asked with a lot of curiosity.
 
"Amago bhalobashar chowa diyasi. Onek moja luitasi." ("I gave her the touches of my love. Had a lot of fun.") I heard my mom giggle. It was almost as if she was enjoying this kinky conversation.
 
I saw in my laptop that they were entering the kitchen now. My mother was in front while that perverted dwarf, Haria, was trailing her from the back. He was wearing a dirty loose shirt with the top two buttons undone - revealing a bit of his hairy chest - and faded elastic pyajamas. His eyes were, as usual, fixated on her undulating butt-cheeks as she stomped inside the kitchen. Her nighty was body hugging which made her incredibly massive ass stick out like two natural globes and Haria looking like he was measuring their surface area with his lusty eyes. They were red, suggesting he too was high on something, probably desi daru which these low class people drink. At this point, I was a little shocked that Haria would come to our house drunk like this.
 
"Acha bolo aaj ki ranna korbe Fridge er bhetor chicken ranna kora ache, tai shudhu bhaat ba roti er proyjon." ("Ok tell me what you will cook tonite There's chicken curry already prepared in the fridge, so we might just need rice or chapati to have it with."), my mom asked without turning as she stood in front of the kitchen counter with Haria behind her.
 
"Acha boudi, taile roti i ranna kori. Ami atta maikha dissi aar apni beila dan." ("Okay Bhabhi, then let's make chapati. I'll prep the wheat dough while you roll it out.")
 
"Keno Amio makhate pari." ("Why I can also prep the dough."), she was still looking towards the front trying to search for utensils, completely unaware of Haria gawking at her voluptous back from behind.
 
"Ta hoite pare. Kintu amago atta moida makhaite apni pariben na." ("That may be. But you can't knead dough as well as I can."), Haria replied with a sly grin as he stared down at her massive buttocks streching against the fabric of her nightgown, while my mother was unaware of the reference he made with regard to her ass-cheeks. Basically, to Haria, her huge 38 size buns represented the dough that he wanted to knead and prep.
 
"Tai naki" ("Really"), my mother asked with a flirtatious voice. "Amakeo dekhao tahle kerom kore makho tumi atta." ("Ok then, show me how you prep and knead the dough.") I couldn't believe that my mom was actually playing along with this perverted man-servant. By now she had gathered all the required things - a bag of flour, a huge mixing bowl and the roller-and-platform. While watching this video, I started lightly touching my dick over my pants in response to my own horny anticipation of what would happen next.
 
"Arey eita kono kotha hoilo. Daran ami apnago pashe aitasi!" ("That's it. Wait let me come beside you.") Seizing the opportunity, an excitedly drunk Haria moved close and stood right beside my mom as she portioned out the flour on the mixing bowl. As he was short, his eyes naturally trailed towards my mom's heaving mammaries as he viewed them from the side. Now, it is important to mentioned that since her nighty was body hugging, the material wrapped tightly against her 36DD sized massive breasts causing them to lewdly stick out like two huge melons.
 
"Hmmm atta dhele diechi. Ebar halka ektu jol dhele di, ki" ("Hmmm I've added the wheat. Now, should I pour some water in"), she asked without looking at his face and concentrating on the mixing bowl.
 
Whenever my mom asked him something, his eyes would trail back to her pretty face, "Hain, dhaila din." ("Yes, pour it in."), and after answering her query, they would again rotate back to her luscious gown-covered tits. I could clearly make out the lust and hunger in his bloodshot eyes. He wanted my mother bad, but he also was careful not to rush into things despite being drunk.
 
"Amar er por theke osubidhe ta shuru hoe, bodhoy. Makhanor por ami jokhon eitake belte jae tokhon sothik gathan ta asena. Roti gol howa uchit aar amar ta dekhe monehoy Australia'r map. Ami onekbar roti baniechi kintu kono shomoy shothik akriti ta ante pari na. " ("This is where my problem starts I think. After kneading the dough when I try to roll it then it's structure becomes weird. Chapati should be round, sometimes I am lucky, most of the times it is similar to map of Australia. I have tried making Chapatis many times, but I am failing when it comes to structure of the chapati. "), she said with remorse. Her problem was genuine, no doubt. Several times she made chapatis it was either flat or oval shaped, not fully round and hence no one like to eat them

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But I'm sure this perverted shrimp was dying to help her out. "Acha cholun dekhi apni ki koira moida makhan." ("Okay let's ee how you prep the dough.") Saying this, for the first time his eyes went towards the mixing bowl as my mom started carefully probing and kneading the dough. Hardly a few seconds had passed when he cried, "Arey boudi, eta ki koritasen apni Apni toh thik moton atta makhaitei zanen na dekhi. Moida thik moton na maikha thakile pindo hoiya zae. Atta zodi thik koira maikhen tobe seite nize theikai bhārasāmya-sankrānta hoye." ("Hey Bhabhi what are you doing You don't even know how to knead the dough properly. Underkneaded dough just sits there in lumps, well-kneaded dough springs into a nice symmetrical form almost by itself.") His voice came so suddenly and loudly that my mom shook in trepidation. But he continued in a high-pitch voice, "Dekhun apnago dekhai." ("Let me show you.")

 
Then this low-class servant did something that definitely caught me by surprise. He swiftly moved behind her and positioned himself in such a way that it looked like he was almost hugging her from behind. "Chinta koriben boudi. Ami apnago shikhaiya ditesi ki koira shohoje atta makhaite hoe." ("Don't worry, Bhabi. I will teach you how to knead wheat dough easily.") Since he was short, he could barely see over her shoulder and so he came closer until his thin body was completely in contact with my mom's backside and his pyajama-covered crotch was pushing against my mother's bulging hips. My mom, on the other hand, just stood there with a confused expression on her face.
 
Suddenly I saw two hands slowly proceed underneath my mother's smooth arms and firmly grab her own hands which were on the mixture of atta (powdered wheat) and water. "Apnago dhire dhire haath dhore dhore shikamun." ("I'll slowly teach you how to do this using my own hands to guide yours.")
 
My mom was dazed and I noticed Haria slowly pushing his pyjama-covered prick against her nighty-clad bottoms. "Uh....N-na na dorkar nei, Haria. A-ami kore nebo....t-tumi chere dao." ("Uh....N-no, you don't need to Haria. I c-can handle it... You can let go."), she nervously stammered. I could see in her eyes that she was panicking and yet, her heavy breasts started heaving up and down as a direct cause of her increased breathing. I was rubbing my cock over pants, totally shocked at what was happening in the video.
 
"Na na, boudi. erom kore ki kore charum bolun toh Sobe toh dhorlum. Ekhon toh apnago atta makhano shikhaiya tobei ami apnago charum." ("Not at all, Bhabhi. How can I let you go like this I just caught you. Now I will only leave you after you have learnt the art of proper dough kneading.") His words sounded sarcastic and were filled with double meaning phrases, though I doubt my mom caught any of it.
 
My mom seemed a little worried now. But still she decided to go with it. "Acha thikache, kintu taratari sekhao. Bunty jekono muhurte chole aste pare." ("Okay fine, but hurry up. Bunty can arrive at any moment.") I felt a tingle in my cock when I heard my name being said.
 
"Apni chinta koriben na, Boudi. Apni shudhu dekhun ami ki kori." ("Don't you worry, Bhabhi. Just watch what I do.") Then he began his lesson. Holding my mom's palms over his, he said, "Apnago atta abong joler misron tike ei bhabe dui haath die makhan." ("Carefully mix your wheat and water mixture with both hands like this.") He slowly directed her hands through the wheat and water mixture, making a floury mess on both their palms. Soon they started getting doughey and her hands became quite entwined with golden, sticky dough. Haria was taking ample advantage by holding and grabbing my mother tender hands in the pretext of teaching her how to make dough. "Ei je kachjei atta gulon laiga roise shegulon nokh diya chachiya felun." ("") As he continued to narrate the procedure, I noticed him moving his waist in a circular motion which caused my mom's magnificent rear to follow the same movement. Her booty was pressed against his crotch so hard that you could see the flab from her ass shaking from his abuse. "Taripor aiste aiste atta tare makhan aar dekhun kemon ekte ghono esmooth malkori toiri hoe." ("Then, slowly fold the dough over itself with the spatula as you see how smooth it becomes.") As he said the words, his crotch stopped circling her ass as he moved a little backward and positioned his huge hard rod between her shapely butt-cheeks. Then, suddenly, this perverted 40 year old man-servant pushed hard against her ass.  
 
"Unghhh...", my mother let out a soft moan as she felt his bulging erection creeping against her silk nighty. "K-ki korcho tumi eta" ("W-what are you doing"), she stuttered with most feeble voice. I could see clearly that her resistance was starting to break as this low-class drunk A-hole started working his magic. Her breathing was getting heavier by the second and her plunging breasts seemed to move up and down steadily due to the excitement.
 
"Ahhh...Apnago atta makhano sekhaitesi boudi....Ahhh" ("Ahhh....I'm teaching you how to knead dough, Bhabhi."), he said with his wry smile clearly being captured by the camera. Plus, he was also moaning now, his mouth was open and his face became contorted.
 
I could see that my mom was struggling to keep her head concentrated in the prepping lesson, especially with Haria poking his erect boner between her nighty-wrapped ass-cheeks.
 
Seeking advantage of the opportunity, Haria slowly started moving his palms up the smooth, silky skin of her hands causing her to close her eyes and tingle with excitement. "Ahhh...th-thamo! K-ki korcho" ("Ahhh...s-stop! W-what are you doing now"), she pleaded in a seductive submissive voice, while her eyes remained closed. She was in haze of lust as her mouth became dry and gaped open.
 
"Ektu haath buliye disilam boudi. Apnago haath nischoy klanto hoiya giyase. Tai ektu aaram disilam." ("I'm just making you relaxed, Bhabhi. Your arms must be tired. So I was helping you relax.") Haria was taking his time, slowly rubbing his floury hands up and down the length of her smooth arms - from her thin wrist to her chubby upper arms - covering them with sticky dough, which actually made her appearance look way sexier. He kept his lips on her neck, and time and again started flicking his tongue over her smooth skin, making that area wet with his saliva. "Mmmmm....ufff..", this was driving her even crazier as she moaned with pleasuere.           
 
After a few minutes of that, the low-class servant moved his hands away from her arms and placed them on the sides of her waist. My mom gulped, taking her hands off the mixing bowl and resting them on the kitchen counter. She now looked completely under the control of this low-class servant and prepared for what was coming.
 
My cock was already leaking, so I took out my wiener and slowly started rubbing the tip with my thumb, thereby spreading the precum all over the head of my rod. Then, with my eyes fixed on the monitor, I gently started stroking my hard-on. This was better than any porn movie I had ever seen, and all thanks to Shyam Uncle for this idea.
 
Anyways, seeing little resistance from my sweet, voluptuous mother, Haria carefully positioned his crotch against her protruding buttocks. He slowly began going in and out in a humping motion causing my mom to shake violently. Her boobs looked like they were about to pop out of her nighty due to the violent shaking. His manly rod was going in and out through her nighty covered ass crack. "Mmmmm aro jore koro...." ("Mmmmm go faster..."), she moaned in ecstasy. Haria was more than ready to oblige as he shoved his hard, near 9-inch tool against her ass, almost burning a hole through the fabric. He held her waist tighter and began pushing in-and-out like a freaking piston!
 
"OOuuuffffff.......Ahhhhhhh.....Aaarrrr parchiiii naaaa dhore rakhteeee!!!" (""OOuuuffffff.......Ahhhhhhh..... I ccccan't holdddd it anymoreeeee."), my mother suddenly yelled and her whole body shook in a powerful orgasm. She held on the sides of the kitchen counter for support as rivers of cum flew down her aching pussy and the front of her nightgown became totally drenched in pussy fluids.
 
Haria wasn't done. He released his grip from her waist, stepped back and stared at my mature mother's nighty-covered bottoms and shapely thighs, admiring their lusty structure and licking his lips with approval. His eyes were mainly glued there because my mom's pussy juices had made the entire area wet, causing the material to become somewhat translucent.
 
My mom, who seemed a little tired after that first orgasm, began turning her head trying to see him over her shoulder. As soon as he saw his perverted expression, staring and smiling at her womanly shame, she said, "Isshhhh.... erom bhabe dekho na, doya kore." ("Isshhh...don't look at me like this, please."). Although it seemed like she was pleading, her expression was that of desire mixed with shame.
 
"Parlum na, boudi." ("Can't do it, Bhabhi."), he said with hungry, bloodshot eyes, "Apnago moton erom cheez aaj obdi dekhi nai. Mmmmm dekhun kerom jol jhoreche apnago gud diya." ("I've never seen a hottie like you before. Mmmm look at how much juices spilled out of your cunt.")
 
My mom looked down instinctively and then quickly moved her head away in shame. "Ebar jao ekhan die!" ("Now go from here!"), she feebly said, closing her eyes again.

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Chapter 27

 
My mom's first fuck!!! - Part 3
It was a sight to watch my mom in that state! The heat had begun to make her sweat. Her shining hair fell down over her shoulder and the light glistened superbly off her body sweat in streaks, over the small of her back and off the crest of her cleavage. Little beads of sweats were flowing from her forehead and reaching her luscious red lips. That salty sweat mixed with her sweet saliva as she was drooling from the powerful orgasm that she received from the dry humping of this sinister low-class servant. Then the mixture of her sweat and saliva slowly making its way down her chin and dropping inside the valley between her huge mammaries, which was barely covered by the silk nighty.
 
My mother was ashamed at her act. Her pussy was still dripping as the nighty below her waist became wetter and wetter. "Ebar jao ekhan die!" ("Now go from here!"), she said with a feeble voice, as Haria stood at a distance and admired her bulging wet ass over her nighty, with hungry gaping eyes. Any normal pervert would have simply grabbed her forcefully and fucked her then and there. But Haria didn't want to force her. Maybe he was scared of consequences or maybe he just wanted his meal still hot while he devoured it.
 
"Ken boudi" ("Why Bhabhi"), he asked with the most innocent voice. My mom turned her face in front again as Haria slowly approached her from the back.
 
"Esob t-thik ho-hoche na." ("This is n-not ri-right."), she stammered.
 
Haria again came up behind her, their bodies almost touching. His hands lifted her hair from her sweaty neck, and his tongue licked the salt away. Next thing surprised me highly as this low class perverted servant reached around my mother waist, his hands resting on her nighty-covered midriff while he kissed and licked the back of her pale white neck sending chills down my mom's spine.
 
"Ahhh....", my sweet innocent mother moaned in pleasure as I stroked my dick in anticipation of what would happen next. This servant was doing a good job, constantly bringing my mom near the edge of passion. Inch by inch, he slowly moved his rough manly hands upwards from her belly and soon they reached her heaving milk tanks. The top part of her nighty could barely contain her magnificent tits as he groped and kneaded them with both hands. "Mmmmm...", my mother moaned in pleasure and her own soft hands automatically climbed towards her bosom as she placed them over her lowborne servant's hands, guiding him in the ways of pleasuring a busty woman like herself. She was again succumbing to the desires and pleasures of this servant. As this illicit adulterous act unfolded in front on my computer screen, I began stroking my dick in rythm with Haria's squeezes of my mother's heavy mammaries.
 
No sooner, our bold low-class servant decided to take things further. His right hand found it's way inside the opening of my mother's flimsy gown and cupped her juicy left boob. "Ahhhhh....Haria!", my mother gave a scream mixed with pleasure and slight disapproval. She withdrew her hands, but Haria was too engrossed in his acts to stop. With his right hand he started feeling the smoothness of her skin and fullness of her huge, savoury melon. He cupped her breasts firmly, massaging them with vigor. All the while he continued to madly kiss and nibble at her gorgeous neck.
 
My mom was biting her lips in ecstacy now. "Uffff....ch-chere de, Hariaaaaa! Bunty chole ashle kh-kharap hoe j-jabe!" ("Mmmm....l-let me go Hariaaaa! If Bunty shows up something bad is bound to happen!"), she said with a hint of fear yet her eyes were closed in pleasure.
 
But Haria was too far gone to stop. "Ki koira charum, Boudi Apnago ei modok deho amago pagol koriya ditase!" ("How can I stop, Bhabhi Your luscious body is making me crazy!"), he said, matching my mom's heavy breaths. It was clear that Haria did not wanna let this golden opportunity with a sexy, mature woman pass him by. As a matter of fact, he decided to take this even further.
 
For a second he withdrew his rough palms from my mom's heavy jugs and began tugging on her nightgown. Conscious of his attempts to undress her, my still conservative mom (or at least she was trying to be) grabbed his eager hands to try and stop him. "Korona. Eta thik hoche na." ("Don't do it. It's not right."), she protested feebly and then immediately turned around with a desperate expression on her beautiful, kamuk face.
 
Haria took a step back as my mother faced him. The desperation on her face was evident and the fact that our servant was gawking at her with his hungry eyes, caused her to lower her head in shame. Haria was short. He quickly went close to her, lifted his toes forward and planted a soft wet kiss on her lips. My mom was shocked at his boldness and immediately lifted her face and looked down at this stunted low-class man with surprised eyes, her lips still wet with both their saliva.
 
This low-class servant was now standing inches from her mature, voluptuous titties and his eyes were shamelessly locked on them. "Boudi ekta kotha apnago komun. Sedin prothombar apnago suswadu torbuj dekhiya ami ja shukh paiyasi aage kokhono painai. Amago arekbar ogulon dekhaben" ("Bhabhi I wanna say something. That day since I first saw your tasty melons, I have never felt the same pleasure. Can you show them to me again") Now I was totally shocked! How could he ask that so boldly And could my mom agree
 
My mom tried to show a little bit of anger on her face, ""Issshhh... tomar lojja korche na esob bolte Ami tomar malkin aar tumi amader barir chakor! Tomar moton chotolok der jnoo bajarer mohilarai thik! Amar moton dhoni poribarer bibahito mohilar kaach theke erom ekta ashlil aarji korar sahosh pele ki kore" ("Isshhhhh... aren't you ashamed of asking me this I am your master and you are my servant! People like you only deserve to be with cheap 'bazaru' women! How dare you ask such a favor from a married woman like me who hails from a rich, honorable family")
 
Haria was a good actor. He quickly turned on his puppy dog face and yet with a pleading voice he replied, "Boudi, apnago poribar onek dhoni. Apnara ja chaiben tai korite pariben. Ami kebol ekti tuccho byakti. Amago apni 100 gali den, kintu ekbar apnago ei bhorat torbujer dekha diya din. Tahlei ami shontushto. Tachara ami toh apnago ageo oi obosthay dekhiyasi. Arekbar dekhile ki khoti hoiya zaibe" ("Bhabhi, your family is very rich. You can do whatever you want. But I am a small ordinary human being. You can abuse me a 100 times, but please let me see your massive melons one time at least. Then I will be satisfied. Besides, I've seen you in that state before. I doubt there'll be much harm if you show me again.") His voice was so pleading and his expressions were so gloomy that my mom started melting. I could see in the video that her expressions had started to change from anger to sadness. She was almost feeling sorry for this cheap bloke.
 

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After some deep thought, she replied, "Hmmm... Acha thikache! Ami tomake dekhachi, kintu etar somporke jano keu jante na pare." ("Ok fine! I'll show you. But no one must know about this.")

 
"Ja koiben malkin." ("Whatever you say, madam.") Haria smiled for a second, basking in the glory of his victory. My mother was tensed. Once again she was willingly stripping for another man. Although she must've gotten used to it by now (after the encounters she had had with the tailor and his nephew Haripada, the butcher, Uncle Shyam and Haria himself), her heart was still stuck on being the devoted housewife she prided herself on being.
 
My mom reached the straps of her nighty that was tied at the shoulders. She was about to pull down the straps from her shoulders, when Haria came even closer and placed his hands over her hers. "Daran, Boudi. Ei shoubhaggo amago din." ("Wait, Bhabhi. Give me this golden opportunity.") With a tensed expression, my mom nodded her head, allowing this low-class pervert to take his time in undressing her. Haria looked directly at her and slowly worked his hand around pulling the straps of her dress down over her shoulders. Although he was short, his face was close enough to my mom and I was certain she could smell the intoxicating odour of desi alcohol and paan masala. She immediately turned her face away, unable to bear the stench.
 
When Haria had taken off the nighty, my mom immediately crossed her arms around her waist to prevent it from falling off completely. Haria took a step back, his eyes lit up as he marvelled at the beautiful sight in front of his eyes. My mom's 36DD tits were exposed like two fair, ripe mangoes ready to be devoured. Her light brown nipples like two gbangfruits ready to be sucked. Haria licked his lips at the sight of her perfectly round and plentiful breasts. He also noticed what perfect skin she had, from her waist all the way up to her neck, barely a single imperfection, only broken by the occasional beauty spot. Her navel was so deep that you insert your whole thumb into it and so juicy that you could taste it even from afar.
 
Haria couldn't take it any longer. Shamelessly, he started stroking his dick over his pants, right in front of my mother. Soon, her eyes also trailed towards his huge strapping manhood and they immediately widened at the sight of his monster. "Boudi, apnago torbuj amago pagol koriya ditase. Tar upor ei khoiri ronger angur! Uff!!! Ekbar chuiya dekhte din Er por ami apnago kaach diya kichu chaibun na." ("Bhabhi, your melons are making me crazy. Can I touch them once")
 
My mom looked at him with mock anger. "Na, ekdom na! Ami ek bhodro ghorer bibahito mohila!", she said, but her eyes will still captivated by the sight of him stroking his huge boner.
 
"Boudi, amae die aar keno lukachen Ami toh ageo chuiyachi apnago torbuj. Doya kore arekbar ektu chute din. Pleeej!" ("Bhabhi, why are you hiding it from me. I have touched your melons before also. Please let me touch them again."), he pleaded with hungry eyes.
 
My mom was again lost in thought. I, however, knew what she must've been thinking. Haria was right. He had not only seen my mother's melons, but also touched and fondled them way back before. There was nothing wrong with him touching them again. Besides there was no one else in the house. And it's not like they were having sex. Moreover, there had been plenty of men who had touched her in the past few days, a second time with Haria wouldn't hurt.
 
While my mom was lost in those thoughts, Haria lost his patience. He reached out with one hand and started cupping her naked breasts with vigor. "Unghhh!!", my mother moaned, ever-tightly holding on to her dress below her midriff. Soon, he started mauling her lucious breasts with both hands. The feel of his rough black hands fondling and squeezing her juicy, soft milk-makers was making her moan in both pleasure and pain. "Ouch! Eto jore chepo na, doya kore. Betha lagche!" ("Ouch! Don't press them so hard, please. It's huring."). But Haria wasn't gonna let go. He put two fingers on the sides of each boob and ran them round and under, watching how her nipple moved perfectly. From the lusty look on his face, I could understand that he enjoyed these kinds of tits. The sort of boobies that would mould to your hand as you squeezed them and returned to their firm looking form afterwards. From the look in his hungry eyes, I knew that this perverted servant wanted nothing more than to bite into my mom's milk-globes like a ripe nectarine just to savour the taste.
 
My mom, on the other hand was salivating. She looked like she was completely overcome with the sweet pain of this pervert's molestation and was thoroughly enjoying his rough treatment of her mammaries. With one hand holding her dress, her other hand found it's way to her crotch and I noticed a small stream of womanly juice crawling down the exposed part of her legs (below her knees).
 
Haria realized that my mom was completely under his control, so he decided to ask a risky favor. "Boudi, amar kola apna go torbuj dekhiya pant er bhitor chotphot koritese. Khub betha hoitese. Amar kolatare baar korum Tachara, apni ageo dekhiyasen amago kola." ("Bhabhi my banana is getting restless because of your melons. It's starting to ache. Shall I take it out. After all, you've seen it before also.")
 
My mom was in a trance. With her eyes locked at his bulging manhood, she said, "Thikache. Kholo!" ("Okay. Open!")
 
Without wasting any time, Haria held his waistband and with one fell swoop, he took off his pants! My mom's eyes widened at the sight of this huge monster between his legs. A hard, black, manly cock swinging proudly in the air. Even my eyes were glued to it! It had to be at least 9 inches tall and 3 inches thick! Surprisingly it was circumcised which added to it's appeal and my mom's jaw dropped while staring at it.
 
"Pochondo hoyeche boudi" ("Do you like it Bhabhi") My mom was speechless as she was busy staring at this low-class servant's man-meat. "Eta apnago jonyoe shombhob hoise." ("This was only possible because of you.")
 

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Chapter 28

 
My mom's first fuck!!! - Conclusion
My mom's eyes were pinned on Haria's throbbing manhood. His cock was hard as a rod and ridged with nerves. Haria thought this was his opportunity. As he continued to fondle her tits, his eyes began roving up over her juicy, rosy lips. I could see in his lusty eyes that he wanted to suckle the warm juices from her protruding lips. He looked at her and nervously asked, "Ekti kotha komun, Boudi, kichu mone koriben na Apnago ato kaach theke dekhiya ekta chumu khete iche kortese!" ("Can I say something, Bhabhi, if you don't mind After watching you from such a close distance, I feel a strong urge to kiss you!")
 
Although to me this didn't seem too harsh of a request considering Haria had already seen her topless and also mauled her tits, my mom thought differently. There was some remnance of a devoted housewife still left in her and that part of her immediately awakened when he made such a lewd request. "Dhyat, tomar ki matha kharap!" ("What, are you crazy!"), she slapped his arms off her tits, "Nijer aukaat bhule jeo na!" ("Don't forget your status!")
 
She started putting back her nightgown but Haria quickly held on to her hands and pleaded, "Na Boudi, apni bhul bujhiyachen. Thikache chumu dite pariben na bote, tobe amago laura to dhorte pariben kom se kom Apnar deher jalae amago laura betha hoigise!" ("No Bhabhi, you misunderstand me. Okay I understand if you don't wanna kiss me, but at least you can grab a hold of my dick! Your hot body is making my dick ache!") Oh shit!! The word "laura" ("dick") made her flinch a little. She was again getting turned on by this low-class pervert's dirty, street language.
 
My mom looked down at her throbbing 9-inch fuck-meat once again and was again mezmerized by it's size and shape. This was the chance he needed. Now, Haria carefully guided her soft, shaky hand over his warm, throbbing manhood. No sooner, she had her entire palm wrapped around his strong, hard boner. The feel of this man's fat, warm, stiff rod made her shiver in excitement and I could see the lusty look reappearing on my mother's beautiful face. I bet she had been tempted to touch it ever since she first laid eyes on it.
 
Haria once again went back to fondling her massive jugs. "Ahhhh..." He pinched both her nipples causing her to close her eyes and moan in ecstasy. Perhaps unknowingly or out sexual tension, my mom also started massaging his thick wiener. Man, I was getting a real hard-on watching my homely mature mother giving this low-class servant a handjob in our kitchen!
 
Her nipples had become stiff as gbangfruits now and Haria was getting hornier and hornier as well. He had bloodshot eyes now. It was apparent that he wanted to take things even further. With one hand he again started massaging her heaving breasts while his other hand went down and started pulling the hem of her nighty upwards in a slow manner. My mom didn't care. Her eyes were glued on to his hard manhood and she was busy stroking him like there was no tomorrow.
 
Slowly, slowly, inch by inch, Haria lifted my mom's nightgown until the slight hairs from her bush were visible. There was absolutely no protest from my mom. Her bush was glistening with pussy juices and it looked like some of it had actually ran down her meaty thighs, as they were sticky with juices. That was all the encouragement this low-class servant of ours needed.
 
He took his hand off my mom's swollen nipples, flipped her around and lightly pushed her against the kitchen counter now in front of her. As a result, his hard-on was pushed down between her slippery thighs.
 
"Ahhh....ki korcho!" ("Ahhh...what are you doing!"), she suddenly got back to her senses and started to protest. She couldn't stroke his dick now. But Haria didn't seem to mind.
 
"Boudi, ami apnago sara-jiboner shukh dita chai." ("Bhabhi, I wanna give you the best time of your life."). Saying that he bent her chubby frame over the kitchen counter and placed his right thumb between her massive ass-cheeks. Then he positioned the rest of the four fingers of his right hand at the entrance of her love-canal. After digging his four finger inside her hairy bush, he finally found the entrance and immediately plunged his middle finger deep into her wet, slippery vagina.
 
"Isssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!", my mom closed her eyes and screamed in pleasure! She began biting her lower lip in agonizing ecstasy and started scratching the wooden platform beneath her. Then the old servant took it one step further when he inserted his thumb slowly into her uncharted depths of her anus.
 
"Unghhhh....na okhane na please!!! Ufff ami pagol hoejabo!!!" ("Unghhh....No, not there please!! I'll go crazy!!"), she moaned and pleaded, holding on to the kitchen counter for support. I suspected that my mom had never taken anything up her ass and considering the way she was moaning, my suspicions seemed true. Her face was contorted and her rosy cheeks seemed to become red with excitement and a bit of shame.

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Haria's middle finger was expertly moving in and out of her love-tunnel while his thumb was penetrating deeper into her asshole. My mother was now slowly losing control, she was consciously spreading her legs wider allowing access to this low-class pervert. "Aahhhh aste krooooo!!" ("Aaahhhh slowlyyyyy!!!"), she occassionally moaned.

 
"Uffff kichu korar nai boudi.... erom roshalo chooth ebong dobka pacha agey kokkhono dekhi nai!" ("Ufff I can't control myself, Bhabhi.....I have never ever seen such a sweet cunt and phat ass in my life!"). Again, his use of expletives - the words "chooth" ("cunt") and pacha ("ass") - were driving my mom over the edge.
 
"Ishhhhhhh tumi khub bajeeeee...... Unghhhhhh !!! Mmmm ami aar nite parchi na tomar ei atyachar!! Ahhhhh!!!!" ("Ishhhh you're very baaaad..... Unghhhh!!! I can't take this torture anymore!!! Ahhhhh!!!!"), she was moaning with each word and her pussy juices were flowing down her thighs like a river.
 
Haria pulled his thumb out of her tight ass-crack. Then he used his middle finger and thumb to expertly massage her clit. A woman's clit is the most sensitive organ and as soon as he started massaging it, my mom let out a huge moan, "AAoooowwwhhhhhhhh!!!"
 
Haria was massaging it slowly, taking care not get her too excited so that she doesn't have an orgasm. This low-class servant was cleverly pushing my mom towards the edge of her eroticism. Whenever my mom approached orgasm, he would remove his hand from her clit and would continue again when she started to get cold. As I was stroking my dick harder at my mom's submission to this servant lust, I realized that Haria's intention were to get her ready. He wanted this mature, married, voluptuous woman to prepare for his coming manhood.
 
My mom's pussy was moist with her juices and it seemed like the appropriate time to strike. With his free hand, the perverted servant started stroking his dick over her luscious thighs. He bent forward and licked her sweaty back like a pathetic dog, tasting the saltiness of her sweat mixed with her sweetness. His dick was slowly approaching her aching snatch as he continued to excite it with his expert fingers.
 
Haria removed his fingers. His cock was now at the entrance of her love-hole and he was slowly rubbing it over her swollen pussy lips. My mom was almost limp, holding on to the kitchen counter for support. Her hair was a mess and she was sweating from head to toe. Haria was overcome with uncontrollable lust. "Boudi ami nijeke aar dhoira rakhte parum na!" ("Bhabhi, I can't hold myself any longer!"), he said with a crooked voice.
 
"Mmmmm....", my mom only moaned.
 
Unable to wait any longer, Haria forcefully grabbed her smooth thighs with his rough hands and spread them apart. She meekly tried to resist, but her own desires were working against her. The thoughts about being a devoted housewife with a grown-up son had all but escaped her senses. She had lost sight of what was right and wrong, overcome with her own lust! This was it! I was stroking my own dick furiously at this odd and sexy turn of events.
 
Haria was done teasing her. Moving between her spread legs, he grasped his rigid cock by the base and placed its bloated head against her vaginal opening. forcing the folds of wet flesh apart.
 
"Ahhhhhh......bishhaalll boroooo!!! Ami nite parchiii na!!! Ahhhhh!!" ("Ahhhh....It's toooo bigggg!!! I can't take it!!! Ahhhhh") My mother panted and gasped, as she felt the inside of her pussy being slowly pulled apart as it grasped the huge mass being forced into it.
 
But Haria didn't let up. Instead he said, "Unghhhh....Boudi ato borosh badeo apnago chooth erom tight! Ahhhh!! Erom tight choot amar bou er o chilo na, suhaag raate!! Ahhhhh....Boudiii!!" ("Unghhhh....Bhabhi despite all these years you cunt is soooo tight! Ahhhh!! Even my wife didn't have such a tight cunt on the night of our marriage! Ahhhh....Bhabhi!!") Their moans filled most of the audio as Haria grabbed my mom's waist tight and went deeper into her slippery flesh-cavern.
 
My mother's eyes were teary and she screamed in pleasure and pain as she felt her womanhood being violated, stretched and opened in a way she had never imagined as he continued to slide himself ever deeper into her. Her flesh legs were buckled and she was sweating heavily under him, grinding her hips and grunting shamelessly as she worked to accommodate him. She felt stuffed, her body impaled, as his cock moved further into her tight, grasping channel. He was slowly opening her, reaching places deep inside her, places she had never known existed, creating an intense sensation of pleasurable fullness.
 
To my surprise, she moaned, "Aahhhhh Oooofffff!!! Aro jore koro! Pleaseeee!!! Aro jore chodo amae!! Tomar malkin ke tomar rakhail banie dao!!! Uffff chodooooo!!" ("Aaahhhhh Oooofff!! Faster! Pleaseee! Fuck me harder and faster! Make your mistress your slave! Ufff Fucckkkkk meeeee!!!").
 
I was shocked and excited by the crudeness of her tongue. Never before had I heard my mother speak in such a foul language before. She was definitely enjoying being fucked by someone other than my father even though she had obviously broken her most sacred vow to him, by having sex with another man. And this time there was no going around it!Surprisingly I was getting more and more turned on as I was watching this unfold on my monitor and I was furiously stroking my own dick.
 
My mom was overwhelmed with lust, gasping and squealing, clawing at the kitchen counter, screaming at him to please fuck her faster. But he kept moving slowly, tormenting her until she couldn't bear it. She must've known, on some far away level, that she was behaving like a total slut, but that didn't stop her as she took control, thrusting her hips backward so fast she almost lifted him off his feet!
 
"Aaaoooowhhhhh!!" Her orgasm finally hit! My mother gave herself over to her climax completely, remaining in its throes, making no attempt whatever to control her writhing body or stifle the curses and animal-like shrieks that poured from some primitive place inside her.
 
Haria smiled at her helplessness. His motives were close to being fullfilled. He looked down at her disheveled, sweat drenched form. Then he rocked back on his heels and pulled his still hard cock out of her spent pussy, which now gaped open. My mother was panting heavily, but Haria was still not done. He quickly and aggresively pulled out her nighty which was now a heap of wet cloth clinging to her skin. With that out of the way and my mother still leaning on the kitchen counter, regaining her breath, Haria lunged forward with his 9-inch member straight into her gaping slit!
 
"Arrrghhhhh....!!!", he moaned alongwith my mom. As he pushed forward, his lean 40-year old physique was once again mashed against my mother's sweaty, curvaceous, naked back.
 
My mother's eyes widened as Haria increased the pace of his fucking, ramming in-and-out of her moist twat. She grunted loudly as once again she felt the heft of his massive cock burrowing inside her, spreading her pussy walls gently apart as it once again opened her tight channel. For just a moment she might've felt the familiar pain-pleasure from before, although I'm sure it was quickly replaced by pure pleasure as he grabbed her hips and increased his motion, pumping his thick shaft into her more quickly.
 
"Unghhhhh......Offffff!!! Tomar.....Ahhhhh....laura!!!!", she moaned in unparalleled esctasy. My previously homely, demure mother was coming completely unchained, shaking her head from side to side and beating her fists against the wooden counter, all the while delivering an unbroken cacophony of screams, groans and curses. I didn't think it was possible, but it looked like she was enjoying it even more this time. This perverted classless servant seemed to have wedged his pole in even deeper, or maybe he had just hit some new, more sensitive spots inside her.
 
My mother was dripping sweat and panting crazily as she looked at him over her shoulder, telling him in a ragged, gasping voice, "Aarghhhhh.....Aaaro jore chodo amaeeee!!!! Ami arekbar jhaadte chai!!" ("Aaarghhh....Fuck me harder!!! I wanna cum once more!!")
 
After several more minutes of hard pounding, I knew she was close and so did Haria. "Uffff Boudi apnago mangsholo gud er dewal gulon amar khada dhon tare chaipa dhorse! Unghhhhh.....Ami aar beshikhon dhore rakhte parum na!!" ("Ufff Bhahi, your vaginal muscles are tightening around my long shaft! Unghhhhh....I don't think I can last any longer!")
 
"Amioooo aaaar paaarrrbooo naaaa dhore rakhteeee!!! AAAaaaaahhhhhhh!!! Ishhhhhh!!" ("Eveeeennn I cannn't holddd on much longerrrr!!! Aaaaaahhhhh!! IShhhhhh!!") My mom finally went over the edge and lost all control. Her mature, sultry body began to shake and convulse crazily and she let out a series of high pitched screams and squeals that echoed throughout the kitchen.
 
"Boudiiii ammioo chaaarbooo!!!" ("Bhabhiii I'm alsooo cummminnnggg!!"), Haria cried. Although my mom was spent, she did not want Haria to cum inside her. Gathering all her strength she leaned back on Haria chest and forcefully pulled out his cock, with her right hand, just as he was about to cum! Almost immediately, the low class servant erupted! His heavy balls contracted and streams of hot, thick manly cum shot from his near 9-inch cock and hit hard across my mother's fleshy thighs and buttocks!
 
Even I shot my load along with them as thick spews of hot jizz landed on my computer screen!
 
Haria slumped to the floor alongwith my mother, utterly spent. They were gasping for air and a few minutes later, my mom started sobbing. Haria was taken aback by her tears and so he tried to console her by placing his hand on her shoulder. Without warning my mom pushed his hand away and gave him a tight slap across his cheek!
 
"Beriye ja amar ghor theke! BERO BOLCHI!!" ("Get out of my house! GET OUT!!"), my mom yelled with tears still streaming down her face.
 
Haria was shocked! Not knowing what else to do, he quickly put on his pants and ran off the front door.
 
After sobbing for a few minutes, she rose from the ground and started limping out of the kitchen. I assumed she was going upstairs. I checked the timer on the tape. 9:15 PM! They were doing all this while I was fast asleep in my bedroom! This made me even hornier. Finally my mom had crossed her most important line! She was now officially cheating on my father! But at the same time, she was making me and everyone else around her hornier than ever. A new chapter had begun in our lives! One that would surely lead us to much hotter and sexier adventures!
 
 
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A new problem 

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Chapter 29

 
A new problem - Part 1
As I wiped my jizz off the computer screen I realized how those cum stains were on the floor as well as on the staircase. They must've dripped down my mom's thighs as she was moving up to her bedroom. That also explained why she was so tired and wanted to sleep off. Wow what a development! Our servant Haria, whom my mom had only known for a few weeks had finally broken down her barriers and taken her mistress for a ride on his huge monster cock. And I had seen it all on video! No longer was my mom a sweet, homely, devoted wife and a caring mother. Now she was something more. Now, she was a true whore, a true cocktease and a true sex-hungry bengali housewife!
 
I was feeling thankful towards Uncle Shyam for lending me these small cameras. But as my mind trailed towards the tharki uncle, I realized I was supposed to deliver these videos to him as soon as possible. I decided there was no way I would wanna go to his house at this hour! He's a drunkard and he would probably wanna force-fuck my mom tonight if he saw these videos. So I decided to wait till morning.
 
I studied for sometime and then I went off to sleep, hoping to dream about Haria having sex with my mom again.
 
I woke up the next morning a little tired since I had masturbated 2-3 times last night. I heard clanking noises downstairs and quickly got up. When I was walking down the stairs I realized that all the cum-stains had been wiped off and the floor was still wet, stinking of phenyl. I was sure mom had used the phenyl to get rid of the strong smell of sex that was emanating from the house last night.
 
The clanking noises were coming from the kitchen and I headed straight there. As soon as I entered I saw my mature, voluptuous mother limping around in the kitchen as if something was stuck between her legs. She must have been sore after taking that 9-inch fat dick of Haria's inside her tight pussy. She was wearing a more modest nightgown today. It was full sleeved and cover everything from her neck down. However, it was still loose fitting and made the curves of her massive jugs and her round, heavy ass swell out lewdly under her nighty.
 
I was feeling a bit hard and naughty looking at her. I decided to ask her some probing questions. "Ki holo ma Erom bhabe hatcho keno" ("What happened mother Why are you walking in this manner"), I asked, trying hard to hide my giggles.
 
My mom looked tense as soon as I asked that question. "Na kichu na babu. Ei kal ektu pa muchke gechilo shiri theke namte giye. Ek-du din er mdhe thik hoejabe." ("Nothing, son. It's just that yesterday my ankle got sprained while coming down the stairs. It'll be better in 1-2 days.")
 
My mom also appeared slightly teary eyed. I guess she was still repenting the mistake that she did last night. And as I suspected, Haria was nowhere to be found. "Haria kothai ma" ("Where's Haria mom")
 
My mom looked at me with worried eyes as soon as I asked about our servant. "Uhh....Oh t-toh aseni Babu, aaj." ("Uhhh...He d-didn't show up for work today, son."), she stammered.
 
"Keno" ("Why")
 
She immediately got annoyed. "Eto kano fanor ami uttor dite parchi na! Ja kaj kor giye!" ("I can't answer all these silly questions of yours! Go do your own work!"), she yelled.
 
I was a little angry with her yelling at me like that. I wanted to shout out and tell her what a filthy whore she's been over the last few weeks. I wanted to tell her that I knew every single one of her slutty acts with all these low class perverts and especially what happened last night with that disgusting piece of garbage, our servant Haria. How she desperately moaned for his 9-inch wiener and the way she was asking that lowlife to fuck her harder!
 
I wanted to show her where she belonged and treat her like the fucking whore that she is! But I also knew that if I did that it would probably mean the end of my fun-filled ride! So I decided to patiently bide my time and wait for the right moment to tell her. After all, I knew for a fact that Haria wouldn't be the only man who would get to fuck her! I was gonna make sure of it!
 
"Thikache ma, ami jachi. Kintu ekta jinis tomae bolar chilo. Kal bari ferar pothe Kakababu'r sathe dekha hoechilo. Uni bollen tomar blouse onar shelai kora hoegeche. Aar petticoat er naap nite tomae dekeche." ("Okay mom, I'm leaving. But I have to tell you something before that. Yesterday I met Kakababu while coming home. He said he had finished sewing your blouse. And he wants you to come over so he can take measurements of your petticoat."), I said to her and she immediately jerked.
 
"Hain! Abar okhane jete hobe!" ("What! Again I have to go there!"), she asked fearfully.
 
"Hain na jawar ki ache" ("Yes, why not"), I said as if I didn't know why she was reluctant to go to the tailor. A slight smile crossed my face when I saw her confused and worried about what to do.
 
I was about to leave her with her confusedness and go over to Uncle Shyam's house when I heard the phone ringing. I assumed it was our tharki uncle and when my mom picked it up.
 
"Hello!", she said. As soon as the response came in, her eyes grew wide. I knew it had to be Shyam Uncle since I felt he is the only one there who can create such an expression on my mom's pretty, mature face.
 
"H-Hain ami bh-bhalo achi. Bunty o bhalo ache. Tumi k-kemon acho" ("Y-Yes I'm g-good. Bunty is also good. How a-are you"), she stammered on the phone. Now I was a little surprised. Why would Uncle Shyam ask about my well being
 
"T-tai naki K-Kobe ascho" ("R-Really W-When are you coming back"), my mom asked, clutching the neckline of her nightgown and beads of sweat starting to form over her forehead. Even I was getting worried looking at her condition.
 
"Oh t-tai" ("Oh r-really")
 
"Acha. Bujlam." ("Okay. I understand.")
 
"Toh kotar train" ("What time is your train")
 
"Ki! Aaj raat e pouchobe" ("What! You're coming home tonight") My mom giggled nervously. "Hahaha....na na ami toh khubi khushi. Tumi etodin baade ascho khusi hobo na Acha darling, tata. Tata....fon rakchi ebar. Raat e dekha hobe." ("Hahaha...no no I'm very happy. You're coming home after such a long time, why wouldn't I be Okay, darling! Bye....I'm hanging up now. We'll see you tonight.")

 

When she let go of the phone, she covered her mouth in tension. It looked like she was about to cry. I fearfully went near her and asked, "Ki hoeche ma" ("What happened mother")

 

"Tor babar office theke chuti peyeche. Kota din er jnoo bari firche!" ("Your dad has gotten a few days leave from his office. He's coming home for sometime.") I was shocked! His arrival could probably ruin a lot of plans.

 

I guess my mom was more worried than even me. Till now she was being used and abused these deranged low-class perverts and even liking that sorta treatment. But with my strict, lover of traditional values Dad coming in for a visit, her enjoyment was over! Plus, I bet she was also feeling guilty because of all the things she had done with so many different low class men, for all this time. Her expression was a mixture of sadness, happiness and anxiousness. I bet she was happy that my Dad was coming home after nearly a month, but she was also scolding herself for being a complete slut during his absence.

 

"Ami ektu ghore jachi." ("I'm going to my bedroom for a little bit.") Without hearing my reply, she went straight to my parent's bedroom, teary eyed.

 

I was also feeling a bit down after hearing the news of my Dad's arrival. Just then, there was another call. Assuming it was my Dad again, I picked it up. "Kire khankir chele, tor ma magi kemon ache" ("So you son-of-a-bitch, how is your slut mommy"), my eyes widened when I realized who it was.
 
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Chapter 30

 
A new problem - Part 2
It was Shyam Uncle! "Tor ma magir kotha mone porchilo khoob! Bolechili jeta korte bolechilam" ("I am missing your slut mother a lot! Did you do as I asked"), he said. My mind was filled with shock and fear. The shock that my father was coming in tonight and the fear of what would happen if he found out what Shyam Uncle and my mom had been doing in his absence. "Kire, khankir chele! Jibh atke geche naki tor amar gola sune Camera gulo adoo lagiyechili jerom lagate bolechilam" ("Hey you son-of-a-bitch! Have you become tongue-tied Did you even install the cameras I asked you to")
 
Oh he's calling about the cameras! I almost forgot about that after hearing the news of my father's return. If I tell him about the cameras, he's gonna want the videos as well. The video of Haria fucking my mom! I felt this was not the right time and I started, "Asole, Shyam Kaku, ami..." ("Actually, Shyam Kaku, I...")
 
He interuppted me even before I could finish my sentence and yelled, "Bhule gechis, madarchod! Tor ebar shahsti hobe! Ajke jodi tor rendi ma ke ami langto na dekhte pai, tahle tor pod marbo! Ma noy toh chelei thik! Karur phutoe toh amar atripto bara dhokatei hobe!" ("You've forgotten, you motherfucker! Now you will be punished! If you don't see your slut mother nude tonight, then I will fuck your ass! If I don't get the mother, I'll make do with the son! At least I'll get to shove my thirsty dick up someone's hole!")
 
Immediately I was scared! I had a feeling Shyam Uncle was bisexual and now he wants to fuck my ass! I couldn't let this happen. "Na na Shyam Kaku, ami camera gulo lagiyechilam. Aar video o capture hoeche." ("No no Shyam Uncle, I did manage to install the cameras. And I captured the video as well.")
 
"Baah, darun toh! Amar bari kokhon niye aschis segulo" ("Very good! When are you coming to my house to hand those over")
 
Now I was trapped. I had to tell him the truth. "Shyam Kaku, asole..." ("Shyam Uncle, actually...."), I hesitated, "....B-Baba aschen aaj r-rate." ("....Dad is coming tonight.")
 
For a minute there was no sound coming from the other side. Then his tone changed and he quietly said, "Tai...Amar asche" ("Really...Amar is coming") Amar is my Dad's name.
 
I said, "Hain." ("Yes.")
 
"Oi haramjada ta keo ekhuni aste holo." ("That bastard had to come in now itself."), he spoke under his breath. I didn't know what to reply to his obnoxious comment and so I just stood there and let it slide like a fool. "Thikache, kono byapar na. Tui video ta amar bari eshe die agey die ja. Tarpor bhebe dekchi ki kora jae." ("Okay, no problem. First you need to come to my house and hand me to videos. Then we'll see what to do.")
 
I was very concerned though about the cameras. "Kintu Shyam Uncle, tahle camera gulor ki korbo Baba jodi o gulo dekhe fele" ("But Shyam Uncle, what do I do with the cameras What if Dad sees them")
 
"Tui bhalo kore camera gulo lukiechis toh Taholei hobe. Chinta koris na. Oi camera gulo khuje pawa khoob mushkil. Tui joldi kore amar barite nie aae kal raat er video gulo." ("You hid it well, right Then it's fine. Don't worry. Those cameras are incredibly hard to find. You better hurry and come to my house, and give me those videos of last night.")
 
I was hesitant, but I decided to go along with Shyam Uncle's infinite wisdom. "Thikache. Nie aschi." ("Ok. I'm getting it.") After having that conversation, I disconnected the phone and went straight to my room. I found an old blank CD in my cupboard and started burning last night's video file onto it. I was getting a churning feeling in my gut as the file slowly burned into the CD. Several thoughts were going through my head. "What will happen when Dad comes home tonight Will he discover what Mom has been up to for the past few weeks What will happen if he were to come across one of the hidden cameras Will Mom's guilt over fucking Haria and cheating on my Dad destroy her sexual urges, especially now that Dad would be here And how long was Dad plannning to stay anyways" So many unnanswered questions!
 
As my thoughts wandered, the computer pinged showing that finally the file had been copied into the disk and so, I ejected it. As I was getting ready to exit my room, I heard my mom coming out of my parents' bedroom. Quickly, I hid the disk in my large pocket and moved out to catch her reaction about what had happened. When I came out of my room, I saw her dressed very modestly in a red silk sari that completely covered her natural curves - including her busty bosom and her protruding ass - and also the blouse that she was wearing was quite modest as the thin piece of cloth covered her shoulders and back completely leaving very little of her creamy, white skin exposed. I guessed all of this modesty was for Dad's arrival. So, in turn, this also meant that all this time she was wearing these exposing dresses to purposely expose herself in front of crowds. My dick twitched a little at the thought of my homely mother having a such a naughty attitude underneath. But then again, after what has been happening for the past few days was all the indication of her infidely that was required.

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"Tumi kothae jacho" ("Where are you going"), I asked.

 
My mom looked back at me and said, "Ei kachei ekta beauty parlor ache, sekhane." ("I'm going to a nearby beauty parlor.").
 
"Oh..." I knew this was for my Dad. Ever since Haria had fucked her last night, her face appeared quite pale and there were dark-circles underneath her eyes. My mother wanted to get rid of those spots to ensure that my father doesn't suspect anything weird when he gets back home tonight.
 
Anyways as soon as my mother moved out of the house, I also came out and headed for Uncle Shyam's place.
 
"Ding! Ding!", I pressed the calling-bell and immediately he opened the door, wearing his old lungi and a dirty, light-colored kurta.
 
"Aye aye! Tori opekhae chilam." ("Come come! I was waiting for you."), he said with a smile. The smile on his dark, ugly, bearded face was a horrid sight for me and the fact that his smelly, yellow teeth were visible through that smile, made me wanna puke.
 
I was more than a little reluctant to enter the house considering what he had told me on the phone earlier and so I said, "Na na Shyam Kaku, amake ekhon jete dao. Baba asche toh, tai amake ghor gochate hobe. Noyto Baba khhob rege jabe. Ei nao tomar CD." ("No no Shyam Uncle, please let me go now. I have to clean my room since Dad is coming home tonight. Otherwise Dad'll get mad. Here, take your CD.") As I was handing the disk to him, my hands were shaking.
 
Uncle Shyam noticed that and asked, "Kire, tor haath kapche kenno" ("Hey, why is your hand shaking") I looked down and tried to stop. Uncle Shyam laughed like a demon and said, "Hahaha!! Baba asche bole eto bhoy Chinta koris na, tor Baba amar aar tor ma er kukormer somporke kichu jante parbe na. Kotha dilam! Aar tui jodi thik kore camera gulon lukiye thakis tahle tor baap e konodin segulo khuje pabe na." ("Hahahah! Are you so scared of your Dad coming home Don't worry, your Dad will never know about me and your mom's illicit relationship. Take my word! And if you've hidden those cameras safely enough, he will never be able to locate them.") I looked at his cruel face and nervously smiled.
 
"Acha, Sh-Shyam Kaku, ami chollam." ("Okay, Sh-Shyam Uncle, I'm going."), I stuttered and got ready to leave.
 
But not before Shyam Uncle had one last command to give. "Thikache, jachis ja! Kintu bari giye amae fon korbi ekhuni. Toder cordless ache na" ("Okay, you can leave if you want! But call me as soon as you reach home! You have a cordless phone right"). I nodded. "Darun! Tor ghore pouche tahle amae fon koris! Ami tor ma magir video ekkhuni dekhbo! Aar toke bāstaba-samay amar mon ebong dhon er protikriyar biboron debo!" ("Good! Then call me when you reach home! I'm planning to watch your slut mommy's video right fucking now! And I will explain to you my heart and dick's thoughts about your whore mother, in real-time!")
 
I gulped at the prospect of hearing this moron explain every detail of how he's enjoying and jerking off to my mom's sex tape with our servant, . I quickly left that place and headed home. As soon as I reached my place, I picked up the cordless phone and entered my room. I knew my mom was gonna be out for a while especially since she's gone to the beauty parlor. Ladies tend to take a long time there. So I turned on my computer and decided to watch that video again while chatting with Uncle Shyam on the phone.
 
Before I could even dial his number, I received a call on the phone. "Hello!", I said.
 
"Ahhh Bunty! Tahle shuru kora jaak tor rendi ma er sex-tape!" ("Ahh Bunty! Let's start your slut mother's sex tape!")
 
"Mhmmm", I replied as I started rubbing my hands over my semi-erect cock underneath my trackpants.
 
Uncle Shyam told me where he was at in the video and I decided to follow his trail. Once we got to the point where my mom entered the kitchen in that blue chiffon saree with her hair completely disheveled, Uncle Shyam pointed it out saying, "Ahhhh ei jonnei shob lokeder Shikha'r proti lalsha. Chul-thul ebong abaidha ga er bastra dekhe toh monehoche ekhuni karur kaache chodon khe esche!" ("No wonder all men lust over Shikha. From her messy hair and raunchy clothes anyone can make out that she has been thoroughly fucked!")
 
Oh my gosh! I had never thought about this until now, but she always looked disheveled when she came back home after meeting these local politicians with whom her paternal family were facing land-related problems from. Could it be that she was doing exactly what Uncle Shyam proclaimed Could she be fucking these local politicians
 
My mind drifted towards that possibility for a split second until it was interrupted by Uncle Shyam's lecherous comments, "Areyyy shala, jodi amar samne oirom khanki der moton sheje aasto, oi dhoroner abaidho saree pore, tahle amio hoyto niyontron hariye feltam aar jongli janowar der moton or opor jhapie portam!" ("Holy Fuck! If she came in front of me dressed like that I would lose myself and pounce on her in public!")
 
Uncle Shyam's words were getting me seriously turned on as I started stroking my dick over my pants. Now came the time for the part of the video that I hadn't seen. The part where my mom would change. As she entered the dressing room, I saw her tossing her hand-bag to the side and then abruptly tugging off the top half of her saree. From the angle at which the camera was, me and Shyam Uncle got a top view of the thin valley formed due to the pressure of her milky, white mountains on either side. Her deep-cut blouse was actually helping us in the process. Then slowly, steadily she started unwinding the folds of her chiffon saree, giving us a glimpse of her skirt-like petticoat. "Hmmm, Bunty! Darun laage bujli jokhon tor ma saree ta erom tight kore pachae badhe! Tor ma er pacha ta je amar darun lage re! Ahhhhh...ki darunn pacha!!" ("Hmmm Bunty! Love the way your mother wears her saree tight on her hips! I love your mom's ass! Ahhh.....what a lovely butt!!"), I could sense that Shyam Uncle was losing control and his dick must already be rock hard looking at my mom undressing on camera, oblivious to who's watching.
 
I was also getting increasingly horny. The prospect of taking videos of my sweet, unwary mother without her knowledge and showing this to this fat, ugly, old pervert was so kinky that it was making me unbelievably hot. When my mother was down to her petticoat and blouse, she suddenly noticed one of her blouse hooks were torn (the top one). She touched it and stopped to think for a second, and then resumed her task of unbuttoning each of the other hooks. One by one, as the hooks came off, I heard Uncle Shyam say, "Ahhhh khol magi! Unghhh tui amar rendi! Amar Golam! Amar Shikha! Ahhh...." ("Ahhh open it you slut! Unghhh you are my whore! My slave! My Shikha!") The combination of this pervert's words and the sight of my mom undressing in front of us in this video was driving me over the edge. I took my hand off my cock for a few seconds, to stop myself from cumming early.
 
My mom was wearing a white lace push-up bra underneath that blouse and when she took the latter off, her creamy mammaries came into view and from the top it looked like two huge snowballs trapped inside two white caves. "Slppp! Slpppp!", I heard Uncle Shyam slurping at her sight of her boobies. "Ahhhhh....sala haramjada! Amar dhon betha hoygelo tor ma magir doodh dekhe! Hot maal ekebare tor ma! Abar push-up bra poreche dekhechis! Tor ma sobaike or fullo doodh dekhate chae!" ("Ahhhh...you bastard! My dick is hurting after seeing your busty mother's milky whites! What a hot maal mother you have! And she's also wearing a push-up bra! Your mom wants to show everyone her blooming tits!")
 
"Mmmmm eta dekheo amio obak Shyam Kaku." ("Mmmm even I'm surprised to see this, Shyam Uncle.") That was true! I had never seen my mother wearing a push-up bra before. She already had 36DD breasts. Why would she wanna flaunt them so openly unless she was desperately seeking attention
 
"Aar obak hoye ki hobe Tor ma ekta atripto khanki bolechilam na Oke amii shotik pothe niye asbo! Ahhhh...amar haath duto diye or jamaj doodh gulo chotkabo pechon theke!" ("What will you gain now by being surprised Didn't I tell you that your mom is a thirsty bitch But I will bring her to the right path! Ahhhh....my hands will squeeze her twin mammaries from behind!"), he said. I placed my hand on my dick again and noticed that it was standing fully erect thanks to Uncle's Shyam's dirty comments.
 
My mom then started to unstring her petticoat and as soon as it was unstrung, it abruptly fell on the ground and I was shocked at what she was wearing underneath. "Arey shala, G-String poreche tor ma magi!" ("Oh fuckk, your slut mom is wearing a G-string!"), Uncle Shyam pointed out and I couldn't believe my eyes! It was a narrow strip of cloth that ran down between her ass cheeks - barely leaving anything to the imagination - and had a small patch of cloth covering her pussy, which was barely enough to hide the thin strands of pubic hair emanating from it's sides. It was attached to a waistband. The underwear was so provocative that both her ass-cheeks were clearly visible and it appeared like they were a little red, as if they had been spanked!
 
Uncle Shyam was shocked and so was I, "Tor ma toh hebby sexy maal re Bunty! Ahhhh Shikhaaaa amar mukher samne tor ei norom pacha ta jhaka, amar rendir moton!" ("Your mom is such a sexy maal, Bunty! Ahhhh Shikhaaaa shake your ass in front my face like a whore!")
 
My mom then slowly removed her G-string panty, making Uncle Shyam even more excited as he moaned, "Unghhhh...Ahhhhh". I thought he was about to cum when i suddenly heard cheering noises from downstairs. I quickly disconnected the phone and turned off the video. Then I attempted to push down my cock and once it was calmed down, I hurried out of my room and from the staircase I saw what was going on.
 
My Dad had finally arrived home and he was hugging my mom! He saw me and said, "Kire Babu, kemon achis" ("Hey buddy, how're you doing")

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Chapter 31

 
A new problem - Part 3
I regretted not being able to converse with Uncle Shyam especially since the proverbial phone sex was getting so erotic and it was getting me so horny. I wondered whether he had cummed already or he had looked at the part where Haria would have sex with my mother, inside our very own kitchen. But I knew I had to be with my Dad since he had arrived after such a long time. In part I was happy that my Dad was back. But on the other hand, I was afraid that all of mom's sexual escapades that were happening in the past few weeks would come to an abrupt halt because of him.
 
Dad greeted both of us and mom looked quite happy to see him. She was almost in tears as she hugged him tight after all this time. I guess the feeling of guilt was still inside and she probably wanted to move past whatever happened in the past few weeks. However, it would not be so simple, especially now that Uncle Shyam was in possession of those videos. Anyways, while my Dad freshened up, my mom started cooking dinner. She was wearing a half-sleeved yellow knighty which reached till her ankles. It was modest and covered every part of her mature, busty body - except her smooth arms down her elbows - but it was also quite tight-fitting and so the nighty followed her curve lines. Her plump ass and heaving boobs were pushing lewdly against the fabric and bulged out provocatively. Since she wasn't wearing a bra inside, her nipple impressions could clearly be seen over the nighty, pointing outwards in the center of her luscious globes.
 
When I followed her inside the kitchen, it looked brand new. The cum stains were completely wiped and the kitchen had been properly reorganized. My father walked in and told me that he had left some goodies for me in the bedroom. Obviously he wanted me out of the picture. I didn't hesitate. I smiled and left for my bedroom immediately, knowing full well that the whole thing was being recorded and I would get to see it eventually. Plus I knew how Dad must've felt. It had been so long since my mom and dad have had the opportunity for physical contact. I knew it must have been difficult for him, staying away from a sexy, horny, mature babe like my mother for so long.
 
I went back to my room and saw a new PSP waiting for me on my bed. I was highly excited to see my gift but was more excited to know what was going on between my mom and Dad inside the kitchen. Shit! Too bad there's no live feed.
 
I was also concerned about Uncle Shyam. Whether he had seen the video of my mom moaning and groaning while she was having sex with Haria. I called his phone, but there was no answer. I was sweating. Now that my Dad was here, I didn't want Shyam Uncle to cause chaos. I didn't want my Dad to know about my double life as a loving son and a cuckold-son. A few minutes into this and my mom started yelling at me to come down for dinner. I erased all those thoughts from my mind and went downstairs to join my family.
 
When I reached the dining room, which was just adjacent to out kitchen, I saw that my mother looked fairly normal. As if my Dad hadn't done anything to her. A bit disappointed I sat down between my mom and dad and proceeded to have dinner. A couple of questions were directed my way as in, how my studies were going, whether I was doing well, whether I had found a girlfriend (in which case he warned not to deviate attention from my work), etc. It was regular stuff. Then he moved on to my mother.
 
"Ki Shikha, ami jawar por etodin ki korle ghorer modhe" ("So, Shikha, what have you been up to at home in the past few weeks, since I left")
 
My mom looked a bit shaken by the question, so much that she almost accidentaly spit her food out. After hesitating for a few seconds, she said, "A-ami...Na ami toh kichui serom korini. Ei ghorei boshe chilam tomar opekhae." ("M-me....No, I wasn't really doing anything significant. Just sitting at home, waiting for you to come back.") My Dad smiled proudly to hear that. To be honest I was a little surprised when I heard Mom say such a bold-faced lie in front of Dad, but she had no other option. "Aar oi tuktak edik odik bajar-thajar korte berotam majhe-sajhe." ("And sometimes I would simply go out to get groceries.")
 
"Oh hain, Nayan, mane amader bajarer Kasai ki kal boshbe dokane" ("Oh yes, is Nayan - the butcher - gonna be sitting in his shop tomorrow"), my Dad asked her. My mother's eyes grew wide as she heard that name. It was that perverted low-class butcher who had tricked her and tried to force himself on mom during her last-visit to the meat shop. I also remebered when he was molesting her inside his dirty shed while his nephew and I were watching secretly. His nephew was stroking my hard boner while talking dirty about his "Mama" groping and licking my sweet, innocent mother at the time. That was such a hot memory. "Ami bhabchi kal bajare gie tomader jnoo mangsho nie asbo. Onekdin hoegeche tomader bhalo kichu khawaini." ("I'm thinking of buying some meat from him tomorrow morning. It's been a while since I've given you two a treat."), Dad continued.
 
My mom shakily responded, "H-hain." ("Y-yes.") I could see small beads of sweat forming on her pretty, white forehead as she answered that. I bet she was hoping that the perverted butcher wouldn't reveal what happened between him and herself.
 
"Baah darun! Tahle kaal giye niye asbo. Ki bolis Bunty Jabi amar sathe bajare" ("Excellent! Then I'll get it tomorrow. What do you say, Bunty Wanna come with me to the market tomorrow") I looked sideways at mom who looked back at me and gave a nervous smile.
 

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I then responded saying, "Hain, nischoe!" ("Yes, certainly!")

 
After dinner, my mom and dad retreated to their bedroom. I was hoping that something good and sexy was going to happen tonight inside since my Dad hadn't seen Mom for quite sometime and I wanted him to take out all his sexual frustration on her. I was going to pull out the videos tomorrow afternoon since my Dad also mentioned taking my mom to one of his childhood friend's place for lunch. I suspected that the house would be empty at that time and it would be easy for me to pull out the footage from the hidden cameras. Although I had peeped into my Mom and Dad having sex a couple of times when I was younger, the fact that all these videos were finally going into the hands of a third party - our perverted neighbor uncle - made me horny just thinking about it.
 
I slept off quickly that night.
 
Next morning, my Dad woke up pretty early and knocked on my door. Although I was hesitant, I opened the door and asked him to wait while I got dressed. But before I could do that he asked me a strange question, "Tui ki amader doodhwala ke chinish" ("Do you know our milkman")
 
I was surprised when he asked that question. "Hain, keno Ki hoeche" ("Yes, why What happened")
 
"Na o tor ma'r byapare jigesh korchilo." ("No, he was asking about your mother.")
 
I immediately gulped and felt a shiver run down my spine. "Tai naki Ki bollo o" ("Really What did he say") I was afraid he might have revealed something about what happened between him and my mom, last week.
 
"Asole ajke or ei mash er taka nawar kotha chilo, amae tor ma bollo. Kintu o nite chailo na. Bollo, 'kono byapar na Kaku, ami kakimar sathe chukti kore nebo...onar sathe amar running account ache.' Ei bole chole gelo."("Actually, he's supposed to get his monthly pay today, at least that's what your mom said. But he didn't accept. He said 'It's okay. I'll settle it with Auntyji ....she has a running account with me.' And then he left."), my Dad informed me with a bit of confusion.
 
I breathed a sigh of relief considering the young milkman hadn't revealed much to my father. "Oh thikache tumi chinta koro na Baba, o thik ma ba amar karor theke hishab kore taka nie nebe." ("Oh don't worry, Dad, he'll surely get his money from me or mother.")
 
"Acha, tobe tai hok." ("Fine, if that's what you guys want."), my Dad said, scratching his head in confusion.
 
After that weird conversation, we both went out to the market to get meat and groceries. When we reached the market, although everyone greeted my father, I could make out from their facial expressions that were slightly unhappy on not being able to see my mom. Especially the grocer, Salim, from whom she buys groceries. For the first time, he was unable to view my mom's mature mammries spill out of her tight blouse as she bent down to pick up vegetables from his basket. Instead, he was greeted my talkative and angry-faced Dad, who honestly everyone was afraid of.
 
While my Dad was buying groceries, I went to the meat shop and met the butcher. As expected, the butcher was disappointed to see me approaching him alone. "Ma asheni ajke Babu" ("Has your mom not come today, son"), he asked politely.
 
As I was about to answer that question, I saw Puchu - the butcher's nephew - come around the corner. As soon as he saw me, he smiled wickedly and winked. "Ki Babu, bolo ma esche kina" (Tell me, son, has your mom come here today"), the butcher asked again.
 
"Na go, aaj Baba esche onekdin baade." ("No, Dad's here today after a long time."), I replied.
 
The butcher's face shook with disappointment when he heard that. "Jah sala!" ("Fucking hell!"), he exclaimed under his breath.
 
My father soon came to the meat shop and asked, "Kire kemon achis, Nayan" ("So, how're you doing, Nayan")
 
"Shob thikthak ache, Sahib." ("Everything's fine, Sahib").
 
After a bit more small talk, Nayan began slicing and portioning the meat. My Dad stopped him midway saying, "Arey eto solid chorbiwala mangsho dicho keno Eto chorbi khele toh ashusto hoejabo." ("Hey, why are you giving all these solid, fatty pieces of meat to me So much fat will make us sick.")
 
"Arey apni chap neben na Sahib, amar opor bhorsha korun. Boudi o amar dujoneri chorbiwala mangsho pochondo." ("Don't worry Sahib, trust me. Bhabhi and I both prefer chubby, meaty parts."), the butcher gave a devilish smile when he said those words, but my Dad was too naive to pick up on his puns.
 
As soon as the meat was cut, he stuffed the portion in a black plastic wrap and handed it to my Dad. My father attempted to bring out his wallet. "Koto holo" ("How much"), he asked. But this time, the butcher stopped him and said, "Na, na Sahib, apnar kaach theke ami poisha nebo na." ("No, no Sahib, I won't accept money from you.")
 
My Dad was amazed, "Ki mane tomar Tumi bina poishae amae etota mangsho die dicho!" ("What do you mean You're going to give away such a huge portion of meat for free!")
 
"Na, ami toh ta bolini, Sahib. Ami Boudi'r sathe hishab ta mitiye nebo. Onar khata emniteo amar kache khola ache." ("No, I didn't say that, Sahib. I'll settle the monetary matter with Bhabhiji. Her account is anyways open with me.") He smile devilishly again. I'm sure he was referring to my mom's used bra that he refused to return during their last encounter. "Apni chinta korben na. Nischinte bari jaan. Ami pore nie nebo Boudi'r theke." ("Don't worry about it. You can go home without a single thought. I'll get the money later from Bhabiji.")
 
My Dad had no choice but to leave alongwith me. In a way he appeared confused as well as proud about the way my mom had handled things there. On the way back, he said to me, "Ekhankar lokgulo eto palte geche. Agey toh sobsomoy lokjon ke thokanor dhandae thakto poishar jnoo, aar ekhon era poisha nitei chae na. Odbhut byapar!" ("The people here have changed so much. Earlier they were always trying to rip you off, and now they're refusing to be paid. So strange!")
 
"Hmmm...", was the only reply I gave, after knowing the reasons for the milkman and butcher acting in such a benevolent manner.
 
My Dad continued, "Tor ma nischoe oderke sokto kore jobdo kore rekheche. Janis toh taka poishar byapare kerom niyontrito. Ei jonnoe ora amar kaach theke taka nite eto annichuk! Jane tor ma'r kache jhar khabe extra poisha chaile." ("Your mom must be keeping them on a tight leash. You know how strict she is with money. No wonder they are so reluctant to accept money from her husband! They know that your mom would probably scold them left and right if they ask extra money from me."), he giggled proudly at his wife's supposed acheivement.

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"Thik bolecho Baba." ("You're right, Dad."), I too laughed at his naivetey.

 
After we reached home, my Dad handed the meat and other groceries to my mom without asking too many questions about the weird behaviors of the milkman and the butcher. But instead, he asked her a more obvious question, "Tumi ranna korcho keno Rannar mashi aaj aseni" ("Why are you cooking today Hasn't the maid come")
 
I saw my mom shiver as soon as Dad asked that question. Before she could reply, I said, "Baba, kajer mashir to prae ek maash dhore sorir kharap. Tai onar chele, Haria, koyek shopta dhore amader barite kaj korchilo." ("Dad, the maid has been sick for nearly a month. So, her son, Haria, has been filling in for her for the past few weeks.")
 
My mom immediately turned around with an angry face and yelled at me, "Tui kotha bolchis keno Tor Baba toh amae jigesh koreche proshno ta!" ("Why are you speaking Your Dad asked me this question, not you!") I immediately went mum in order to calm her down.
 
My Dad was quick to speak on my behalf. "Aha! Oke bokcho keno Keu ekjon uttor dilei toh holo." ("Aha! Why are you scolding him It was an open-ended question so anyone can answer.") My mom murmured something annoyingly and then proceeded to move into the kitchen. "Ta Haria kothae Aaj aseni keno" ("So where is this Haria Why hasn't he shown up today"), he asked.
 
Now, my mom had no chance of evading the question. He had to answer my father and so she slowly made up a reply. "Asole....H-Haria thikmoton kaaj korte parena. Or ma i bhalo chilo. Tai ami bhabchilam oke koyekdiner chuti nite bolbo, jotodin na or ma thik hoejae." ("Actually....H-Haria wasn't a good worker. His mom was better suited for this job. So, I thought about giving him a few days off and when his mom got better I was thinking of asking her to come instead.")
 
My Dad immediately got angry and said, "Tumi ki pagol naki Mashir boyesh ekhon pray 70 bochor. Ei boyeshe aar ki kaj korbe Kalke-porshur modhe jebhabe hok Haria ke kaaje aste bolo. Erom shostae aar kacha-kachir modhe kono chakor pabe na." ("Are you crazy Our maid's is almost 70 years old. How can she work at this age I want you to find Haria and ask him to come to work from tomorrow onwards. We will hardly ever get such a man-servant at such a low price, even if we search the whole city.")
 
"Kintu..." ("But..."), my mom tried to protest.
 
"Kintu-fintu kichu sunte chaina! Ja bolchi tai koro!" ("I don't wanna hear any excuses! Do as I say or else!"), my Dad sternly said. My mom was in a major dilemma now. She was being forced to reinstate the man whom she had hardcore sex with the previous night. And she couldn't even tell my Dad the reason why she was unwilling to bring him back.
 
"Acha, thikache." ("Okay, fine."), my mom shook her head and reluctantly agreed to bring Haria back. After that my Dad went to freshen up in the bathroom while I noticed my mom quietly sobbing.
 
My mom finished her cooking by afternoon and my parents both went to a restaurant and decided to leave the mutton curry for dinner. After they left, I immediately went to my parents' bedroom and pulled out the footage from the hidden camera. I brought it back to my room and inserted the memory card in my computer. Then I began watching the video.
 
The room was slightly dark and my mom walked in wearing her usual nighty while my Dad was sleeping on the bed. She moved on to the bed quietly, like a stealthy cat trying to stalk her prey. But as soon as she nudged my Dad, she realized that he was sound asleep.
 
"Sona, otho na go." ("Baby, get up."), my mom nudged his arm in order to wake him up. My Dad was snoring heavily. "Sona, otho na, ektu kheli tomar sathe. Kotodin kheli ni." ("Baby, get up please, I wanna play with you. It's been so long since we've played.")
 
My beautiful, horny, mature mother was trying to seduce my Dad but he was not responding. She tried to wake him up by tickling in his ear and finally he responded. But the response wasn't what my mom had expected. My Dad turned towards her for a second and said in a deep, sleepy voice, "MMmmmm ghumie poro na darling. Aaj aar khela korte iche korche na." ("Mmmmmm go to sleep darling. I don't feel like playing any games tonight.") He then turned the other way and went back to his slumber.
 
I was as shocked as much as my mom when I heard him say that. Clearly my Dad had little regard for a hot woman like my mother who was constantly trying to get his attention. Any other man would have gladly given in to her by now. I was feeling sorry for her as she too gave up, turned around and went off to sleep. After having so many men lust after her, the sight of her husband totally ignoring her advances was too much pressure to take.
 
I turned off the video, disappointed for not being able to see my Mom and Dad get it on one more time. I was almost missing Shyam Uncle at that point.
 
Anyways, my parents returned from lunch during the evening.
 
After a few hours of watching television, it was dinner time. My mom was getting dinner ready by making some parathas and heating the mutton. On the other hand, my Dad was setting up the dinner table.
 
"Tring! Tring!" Suddenly there was the sound of the calling bell.
 
"Ke aslo abar" ("Who is it now"), my mom asked my Dad curiously.
 
"Darao ami dekhe aschi." ("Wait let me go and check."), my Dad offered.
 
Me and my mom were both in the dining room and we heard Dad open the door. "Oh apni. Asun asun!" ("Oh it's you. Come come!"), I heard him say.
 
When they entered the dining area, both me and my mom started sweating as we saw who it was. "Onake to cheno nischoe." ("I'm sure you know this man."), he said while introducing him, "Shyam Babu bole daki amra onake." ("We call him Shyam Babu.")
 
Shyam Uncle looked at my mom and me with his wicked eyes and gave an evil smile. My mom gulped while I shuddered.
 

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Chapter 32

 
A new problem - Part 4
At the time Shyam Uncle came in, my mom was wearing a modest, half-sleeved, white colored floral nighty that reached all the way to her heels. Even though the nighty was modest, she was not wearing anything underneath (my mom used to feel comfortable without inners indoors, since it gave her an airy feel) and that caused her heavenly breasts to jiggle even at the slightest movement. Her huge 38-size heart-shaped ass was also undulating with her every step making her movements so erotic that even a 70+ old man would get an erection just by looking at them.
 
But tonight, it wasnt a 70+ old man staring at her. It was a 55 year old, pot-bellied, hairy pervert who was devouring her body with his hungry eyes. A pervert who had, only a few nights ago, forced my mom to declare herself as his personal slut. I could feel the cold sweat running down my moms face and her heart pounding in fear as soon as she realized Uncle Shyam was in her house. And what was worse, her own husband had invited him in, although without knowing her relationship with him! She was shivering.
 
Ki holo go Kothae harie gele (What happened dear Whats on your mind), my father snapped his fingers and said, causing my mom to immediately come back to reality.
 
Ohhohhhkichu na shona. (Ohh..ohhhhnothing darling.), she said removing her fearful eyes away from Uncle Shyam.
 
Dad noticed that something was making my mother nervous. But before he could say anything, Uncle Shyam said with a smile, Asole boudi amae onekdin baade dekche toh, seijonno hoyto obak hochen. Apni jawar por theke toh amar apnader bari prae ashae hoe na. (Actually, your wife is seeing me after a long time and maybe thats why shes flabbergasted. I havent exactly come by your home very often after you left.), he lied, Thak apnar dinner korun, ami ashi borong. (Why dont you two have your dinner and Ill take my leave.). He turned around and proceeded to leave.
 
I could almost sense my mom breathing a sigh of relief. But suddenly, my Dad cried out, Arey ki bolchen ta ki Sobe eschen aar ekhuni chole jaben Aare daran moshai, eto taratari gele hoe naki! (Hey, what are you saying You just came in and now youre going to leave Hold on, no need to hurry!) My Dad gently grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. Asun, khe jaben pore barite. (Come inside, you can leave after dinner.).
 
As soon as Uncle Shyam was invited for dinner, my moms face went pale with fear and she clutched her nighty over her love-hole. As he proceeded towards the dinner table with my Dad, he passed by my homely, sweet mother and rolled his hungry eyes over her juicy, mature body. From the wicked smile on his face, me and my mom could easily make out that he was quite happy to be invited in and he had very naughty things on his evil mind.
 
While having dinner, my father and Uncle Shyam were having some really good laughs. They were talking as though they were long lost friends. My mother and I were quiet. Too scared to talk, i.e. in light of recent secret events that had happened between the three of us. When it came time to serve the mutton curry, my mom got up from the table and started serving the 3 of us. As she came to Uncle Shyams side of the table, I noticed him stealing glances at her huge nighty-covered melons.
 
Suddenly he made a pun. Janen toh, Dada, amar na mutton er breast piece khete khub bhalo laage. (You know something, brother, I like breast pieces of meat more than anything else.), he commented, stealing a seconds glance at my mothers heavy jugs. I was shocked at this old perverts audacity! He was making these double-meaning comments right in front of my father! My mother, on the other hand, closed her eyes for a second and blushed. She had now become experienced enough with men to understand their double-meanings.
 
What surprised me more was that my Dad didnt understand the reference. Dhut, ki bolchen dada Pathar mangshor abar breast-meat hoe naki Ota toh ribs bole. Chicken er breast hoe. (Rats, what are you saying, brother Since when do you have breast pieces on goat-meat Theyre called ribs. Chicken meat has breast pieces.), he corrected.
 
Oh..amar bhul tahle. Sorry, dada. (My bad. Sorry, friend.), he said and gave a wicked smile.
 
Na na ete sorryr ki ache. (No, no, nothing to be sorry about.), he said.
 
After dinner was over, my Dad suddenly made another proposition  one that me and my mother could never expect. Acha ami Delhi theke vilayeti mod enechi. Naam holo Jack Daniels. Eka eka boshe khabo tai bhabchilam apni thakle ektu company hoejabe. Ta khaben ki (Ive brought back a foreign drink from my trip to Delhi. Its called Jack Daniels. I thought I would open it tonight and we could share each others company while drinking. So are you interested)
 
This was a golden opportunity for Uncle Shyam. He would get to spend more time in our house, in the presence of my mother this way. Obosshoe! (Absolutely!), he almost jumped.
 
My mom was inside the kitchen at the time and wasnt aware of the conversation. As soon as Uncle Shyam had agreed to Dads proposal, he called out to her, Shikha! Shikha! Duto glass ene dao! Aar hain, amar bag theke Jack Daniels er 1.5 litre er bottle tao ano. Amra aaj ektu raat obdi boshe adda mari. (Shikha! Shikha! Bring two glasses! And also bring the 1.5 litre bottle of Jack Daniels from my bag. Tonight I wanna have some drinks and make merry with Shyam Babu.)
 
I knew my mom would be shocked and stunned to hear this news! I was shocked and stunned to hear this news!
 
My mother gave no response from the kitchen. I assume she was too scared to reply or come inside the dining area. Meanwhile, Dad and Uncle Shyam shifted to the sofa-and-tea-table.
 
At that moment, Uncle Shyam made a suggestion. Dada, Boudi ke sofar majhkane boshan. Apnar songe toh kotha hoechei, boudir sathe onekdin kotha hoyni. Majhkhane bosle 3 joneri golpo korte subidhe hobe. (Brother, let bhabhi sit in the middle. I have been speaking with you since I came and I havent even had the slightest chance to speak with your wife. If she sits in the middle, itll be comfortable for all 3 of us to chat.) This was a very brave and clever ploy on the part of Uncle Shyam. No doubt, he wanted to sit beside my mom so that he could take every chance he got to touch her and fondle her luscious, mature body.
 
I was surprised to see that my Dad was totally unaware of his intentions. Hain thik bolecho. (Yeah, youre right.), he voluntarily sat on one corner of the sofa while the old pervert occupied the other corner, leaving a space in the middle.
 
Finally, my mother emerged from the kitchen holding a tray consisting of two glasses, a small ice bucket and the bottle of Jack Daniels. Her legs appeared to be shaking as she was carrying the tray towards the tea-table. Unknown to her, my mothers nervous shivering was causing her milk tanks to also shake and shiver erotically with each step. I looked at Shyam Uncle and was amazed to see him staring at her with his same lust-filled eyes, occasionally licking his lips. My father was looking at her too but with a casual smile and nothing out-of-the-ordinary.
 

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As she set the tray on the table, she looked at my father with an agitated face and whispered, Ki go, shore bosho! (Hey, move dear!), my mom motioned for Dad to go in the middle and let her sit in the corner  away from Uncle Shyam.

 
But my father was too nave to care. Keno Tomar majhkane boste ki osubidhe (Why What is your problem with sitting in the middle)
 
My mom looked at my father with shocked eyes but he remained nonchalant to her silent pleas. Instead, Uncle Shyam spoke out, Ki holo boudi Amar pashe boste kiser lojja Acha apnara dujon sofae bosun. Ami tahle matite boschi. (What happened bhabhi Are you feeling shy to sit beside me Fine, you two can sit on the couch. Ill sit on the floor.)
 
Uncle Shyam proceeded to get up off the sofa, when my Dad yelled at my mom, Ki osubidha hoche tomar! Bosho na majhkane! (What the hell is your problem! Just sit down in the middle!)
 
With a frown on her face, my mother reluctantly sat right in between my Dad and the perverted neighborhood uncle. This was very cleverly thought out and played by Uncle Shyam. You see the sofa was not too large lengthwise. Dad and Uncle Shyam had occupied most of the space on it and now my mom (who was forced to sit in the middle) had very little space left. As a result, she was sandwiched between her husband and her predator! I was sitting on a chair at the side and I noticed that it was very uncomfortable for her to be sitting in that position, especially with her slightly chubby frame.
 
Tahle drink ta khola jaak! (Lets open the bottle!), my Dad said in excitement.
 
After opening the cork, my Dad asked my mom to pour them their drinks. Since she was squeezed in between those two men, it was increasingly difficult for her to do so. But she had to do it. As she was first pouring my Dad his drink, I noticed Shyam Uncles eyes roving over her left side breast. He was clutching his fingers, desperately trying to control the urge to touch her melon.
 
After pouring my Dad his drink, my mom turned around to pour the perverted old uncle his drink. Her back was towards my Dad, which created a blind spot  i.e. he couldnt see what was happening while my mother was turned around to pour Uncle Shyam his drink. Realizing a golden opportunity, Uncle Shyam held the glass with his right hand and with his left hand, he suddenly grabbed my mothers left breast. Almost immediately, she shuddered in surprise and spilled the drink on the front side of her nighty.
 
Ohhhh!, she lightly cried out at the mess in front of her. Uncle Shyam immediately set himself straight.
 
Arey ki kore holo (How did this happen), my Dad asked. Obviously, my mom couldnt answer. Jao taratari kitchen ba bathroom e giye porishkar kore asho, noyto stain pore jabe. (Go quickly to either the kitchen or the bathroom and clean yourself up. Otherwise itll stain.)
 
My mom quickly got up and headed towards the kitchen. At that moment, Uncle Shyam noticed that a part of his pant had also gotten wet and so he said, Daran amio ashi bathroom theke, eta porishkar kore. (Wait, Ill also go to the bathroom and clean up.) He also got up and stared walking towards the bathroom (which was in the same direction as the kitchen, i.e. it was just adjacent to the kitchen).
 
Suddenly, my Dad started talking with me while continuing to have his drink. It was mostly general stuff about college, grades, homework, etc. He finished one drink and then poured himself another. Meanwhile I heard the bathroom door open and close, but since I was still talking with my father, I decided not be rude and look the other way.
 
Almost fifteen minutes went by when Uncle Shyam finally came back and took his usual place on the sofa. But where was my mother
 
Ki go, ma kothae (Hey, wheres mom), I asked worriedly. I noticed a smile come across Uncle Shyams face as soon as I asked that question.
 
After two drinks, my father had already started showing signs of drunkenness. He replied in a drunk way, Nnnghh ami ki jani Dekh maharanir kitchenr kaaj hoeche kina. (Nnnghhh what do I know See if her majesty has completed her work in the kitchen.)
 
I nodded and went to look for her inside the kitchen. As soon as I entered, I was a bit surprised. I saw her adjusting her nighty, like pulling it hastily up over her breasts and tugging it farther up her neckline.
 
She hadnt noticed me come in and so I asked curiously, Ki holo ma (What happened mother).
 
As soon as she heard my voice, she almost jumped in surprise and took her hands off her nightdress. Ohhtui! Bhoy peye gechilam. (Ohhits you! You scared me.). When she laid her arms on the side, I noticed two tiny wet patches on the area of her nightdress where her nipples normally are. And not surprisingly, I could clearly make out their shape as they poked through the fabric of the wet nighty. Immediately I knew something had happened while me and Dad were chatting, and no sooner my dick sprang to life thinking about it.
 
But I decided to remain dumb. Bhoy pawar kichu nei. Cholo boshar ghore cholo, Baba dakche. (Nothing to be afraid of. Lets go to the living room. Dads calling.), I lied.
 
Acha tui ja. Ami 2 minute er modhe aschi. (Okay, you go ahead. Ill join you guys in 2 minutes.), she said.
 
I decided to give her some space and went back out.
 
After a while, my mom came back inside the living room and continued to sit in the middle. Surprisingly, Shyam Uncle refrained from doing any more naughty and daring activities, except for the occasional nudging my mothers left breast with his elbow or lightly patting her thighs over her nightgown.
 
After having four drinks, my Dad was clearly in no condition to continue partying. He was almost passed out while Uncle Shyam seemed slightly more sober. Nnnnghhhharey Shyam Babu, eto raat e bari jaben keno Aaj theke jaan. (Nnnghhh.Hey, Shyam Babu, why will you leave at this hour Stay the night.)
 
My mother immediately glanced at my Dad with shock and fear all over her face. Ki bolcho Onar bari ache na! (What are you saying He has a house to go to!)
 
Shyam Uncle quickly replied, Na na boudi. Osubidha nei. Barite tala dewa. Aar ekta ekta e-militaryr barite churi korar shahosh ei parae karor nei. Apni thik bolechen Dada, ami aaj raat eikhanei theke jachi. (No, no, Bhabhi. Dont worry. My house is locked. And no one would dare steal from an ex-military man. Your right brother, Ill stay the night.)
 
My mom had no choice but to agree to my fathers wishes. Uncle Shyam though, seemed a bit drunk and therefore I wasnt much concerned. He agreed to sleep on the sofa while my mom supported my father as they went to their bedroom.
 
Shyam Uncle went to sleep on the sofa as soon as they were gone. Seeing as nothing eventful was going to happen, I turned off the light to the living room as soon as I heard Shyam Uncles snoring.
 
I went to my room and quickly went off to sleep. The time was 11:00 PM.

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Suddenly, I woke up in the middle of the night to sounds of footsteps. I could hear someone walking or running around outside my door and I could also hear whispers. However, all the lights were still turned off. I checked the time and was surprised to see that is was 1:30 AM in the night.

 
Hmmm eto rate kara utpat korche (Hmmmm whos running around at this time of the night), I said to myself, half-asleep.
 
Again I heard another round of footsteps pass by my door. And the general direction of the sounds suggested that someone was strutting from my parents bedroom towards the bathroom. I quickly got up, the sand poking at my eyes, and silently opened my door to the slightest.
 
I was shocked at what I saw!
 
My sweet, homely mother was attempting to enter the bathroom. Even though it was dark, I noticed that she was completely naked and as her back was turned to me, I could well make out the folds of her fleshy belly and the round shape of her chubby buttocks. My dick became hard at the site and my heart started beating faster. I believed she might have had sex with Dad and was now going to the bathroom to clean up.
 
Ki go, dorja kholo please. Keu jege jabe. (Hey, hurry up and open the door please. Someone will wake up.), she whispered in fear to whoever was inside the bathroom. I assumed it was my Dad.
 
Then suddenly the bathroom door opened and in the light I saw who it actually was. My heart almost skipped a beat as I saw Uncle Shyams hairy frame emerge from the bathroom, his large 8-inch rod hanging limp and his bearded, ugly face full of smiles.
 
Ki holo darling Eto uttejito hocho keno Cholo eksaathe bathroom e dhuke snan kore ni., (What happened darling Why are you so agitated Come on, lets have a bath together.), he said with an evil smile.
 
Na na, aj aar na please. Onek hoeche. Tumi jano ki hoto jodi uni jege jeten Aar light ta taratari off koro! Bunty jege gele dekhe nebe. O dekhe nile kelenkari hobe! (No no, please, not anymore today. We have done enough. Do you know what would have happened if he had woken up And for petes sake, turn off the light! If Bunty wakes up, he will see. And if he sees me in this state, I will be ruined!), I heard my mom pleading. It was so shocking to hear her say those words. That means something must have happened while I was asleep.
 
Uncle Shyam turned off the light, but they continued to whisper. Cholo na baby, sofae arek round hoe jaak. (Come on baby, lets have one more round on the sofa.), he insisted and I could hear him trying to pull mom towards the living room, while she struggled.
 
Na na please amar kotha shono. Aaj raate aar na, uni porer shoptahe abar baire jachen. Tokhon dekha korbo. Promise. Please ekhon chere dao aar giye shuye poro. Haath jor korchi. (No no, please, listen to me. No more for tonight. Hes leaving again next week. Then well meet. I promise. Please leave me for now and go back to sleep. Im begging you.), her voice was that of desperation.
 
So, finally Uncle Shyam gave her a reprieve. Thikache rendi! Ja tor napunsak bor er kache giye sho ge. Ajker moton toke chere dilam. (Fine, slut! Go and sleep with your retarded husband. Im letting you go for tonight.)
 
I saw Uncle Shyam going off towards the living room again while my mom entered the bathroom. I silently closed the door and smiled internally. My cock was rock hard but I wanted to save my own cum for tomorrow. Because tomorrow, I would be seeing the whole scene recorded on tape, thanks to Uncle Shyams spy-cams!
 
 
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Chapter 33

 
My mom and Uncle Syam – Last Night’s sexcapades
 
The next morning I got up with butterflies in my stomach.
I couldnt sleep the whole night thinking about what I had learned. My mother and Shyam Uncle were actually doing naughty things with each other for most of the night! I was shocked and amazed to how daring they both were, doing dirty stuff while my father was at home. But I was wondering, did they do it in the living room sofa or were they using Mom-Dads bedroom I felt a cold shiver when the thought of them fucking each other right beside my sleeping Dad, crossed my mind. But I immediately dismissed the thought realizing that this was impossible. No way could they have dared to do that!
 
I went downstairs to the living room and saw that no one was there on the sofa. But the sofa was still a mess and this meant Uncle Shyam had left early. It was 7:00 AM in the morning and my mom and Dad were still asleep. Truth be told, I was half-expecting my mother to stay asleep after what she mustve endured last night. I went to the bathroom.
 
I went to the bathroom and inside, to my surprise, I saw my moms nighty that she was wearing last night, hanging from the bathroom clothesline. Wow, does that mean that shes sleeping naked in my parents bedroom right now! I know Dad is still there and its totally natural for husband-and-wife to be sleeping in the nude. But the thought of my moms naked, chubby frame laid down on the soft bed caused my limp prick to twitch a little. But there was more.
 
I noticed that the nighty hadnt been washed yet, which meant it still had some clues as to what happened last night. I picked it up off the clothesline and began to examine it. As I was going through the fine silk garment, I noticed some odd things  parts of nighty where my mothers luscious breasts would normally fit still had dried up wet patches on it and it looked like the patches had become bigger than when I saw them last night in the kitchen. This meant someone had been sucking on her gbang-sized nipples even more last night, hence the wet patch. I moved further down and noticed that parts of her nighty had become very rough, and there were yellow stains on several portions of the lower-side of the nighty. I sniffed it and as I took in the aroma, a feeling of lust and shock overwhelmed my being. The smell was a mixture of cum, urine and a strong musky aroma that I normally get while sniffing my moms used panties. Wow! My dick immediately got rock hard and I started sniffing the material vigorously and even began licking it eagerly with my tongue. I was consumed with lust thinking about all the naughty things Uncle Shyam and my sweet, homely, mature mother would have done last night. I then took off my shorts and my 6-inch dick sprang to life. I then wrapped part of the nighty over my aching prick and started stroking it up-and-down over the length of my shaft.
 
Ohhhh..maahhhhh.mmmmmmm...ki bhalo lagche, ma! (Ohhhhhmommy.ahhhhmmmm.feels sooo good, mother!), I head myself uttering those words as I came closer and closer to orgasm.
 
My eyes fell towards the small hidden camera inside the bathroom and just as I was about reach the pinnacle of my arousal, I stopped! I needed to save my cum so that I would be able to see what had actually happened last night. I placed the nighty back on the clothesline and I noticed a part of my precum had actually stuck to the nighty. I smiled evilly, thinking how sexy it would be for my mom were to wash this piece of cloth with her soft, bare hands while my cum was still freshly clinging to it.
 
I then put on my pants and quickly gathered the memory-card from the bathroom camera. I took the same from the kitchen and the living room, but was unable to access my parents bedroom because my mom and Dad were still asleep there. My heart was pounding with anticipation. I was slightly nervous about what I would see in those tapes. But I wanted to see them anyways.
 
As I was about to enter my room, I saw my parents bedroom door pry open and to my amazement, my mom slowly creeped out from inside. My heart started beating rapidly when I saw her. This time she was wearing a red color blouse and petticoat only. Two of her blouse hooks were undone causing a good portion of her milky white bombs to spill out of the flimsy cloth and form a deep cleavage in between. Her petticoat was tied just above her waist, and as a result, the inviting folds of her tummy and her deep, juicy navel were in full view. I imagined she had changed into this last night after the naughty session with Uncle Shyam.
 
She was still half asleep when she stepped out of the room and was constantly yawning. After noticing me standing near my room and staring at her awkwardly, she immediately appeared a bit scared.  Kireerom bh-bhabe takachis k-keno (Heywhy are you staring at me like this), she asked in a stutteringly nervous manner.
 
I quickly turned away and said, Na, kichu na. asole kaal raate tomae nighty pore babar ghore dhukte dekhlam toh. Aaj shokale hotath blouse aar petticoat pore berocho. (No, nothing. Actually, last night I saw you enter your bedroom wearing a nightgown. And now, in the morning youre dressed in a blouse and petticoat)
 
My sweet, innocent mothers face immediately turned red. Obviously she could not tell her own son the truth so she was fumbling for words. After a good 30 seconds, she replied, Asole, raat e oto boro ekta nighty pore groom lagchilo. Tai ghore dhukei change kore niechilam. (Actually, I was feeling hot last night wearing that huge nighty. So, I changed into something more comfortable as soon as I got in.) A clever answer, no doubt. But I internally smiled knowing the real reason.
 
Anyways, after the small talk, I went inside my room and locked it. I had a strong urge to watch the tapes, but decided to wait until the house was empty and I had a chance to grab the last camera from Mom & Dads bedroom.
 
The opportunity came two hours later. My Dad and mom had gone out to the market after having breakfast and this was the chance I was waiting for. I quickly went inside their bedroom and grabbed the memory card from inside the camera, that was hidden in the bookshelf directly opposite to the queen-size bed. My heart started beating rapidly again and my cock twichted inside my pants, because of the guilty thoughts of watching what had happened last night between my mother and Uncle Shyam.
 
My parents would be away for at least 2-3 hours depending on traffic and this was my chance to watch my mom get thoroughly molested by this perverted neighbor of ours. I turned on my PC and as I was trying to figure out which memory card to put in first, I remembered the time last night when my mom had accidentally spilled some whisky onto her nighty as well as Uncel Shyams pants. After that incident, she had gone to the kitchen to clean up her nighty and Uncle Shyam had gone to the bathroom. But they both took nearly 15 minutes to come back to the living room. I knew something was fishy so I wanted to check that out.
 
I downloaded last nights kitchen and bathroom videos on to my PC from their memory cards respectively and then proceeded to watch both videos simultaneously in my VLC and Real Time Players. I skipped to the part where my mom entered kitchen right after the drink was spilled.
 
Ufff.aar bhalo lagena! Keno je onake boste bollo mod khawar jonne ke jane! (Uff.I cant take this anymore! Why did he have to tell him to stay for a drink!), my mom murmured to herself, obviously she was extremely upset at my Dad for asking Uncle Shyam to stay for a drink. His presence was making her super uncomfortable. Plus the fact that Uncle Shyam tried to grope her tits right in front of her husband was making her even more edgy and fearful.
 
She started cleaning out the portions of the nighty where the drink had spilled. She first applied water on it causing that portion of her dress to become quite wet. As a result, it was easy to make out the outline of her fleshy tummy over the fabric. Realizing that, she quickly started wiping it off with a paper towel.

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Meanwhile, I heard the bathroom door open. I immediately switched screens to see that it was Shyam Uncle who had entered the bathroom. This part I remembered, so again I switched screens onto the kitchen because it was obviously more exciting to see my mother in that state trying to clean up her mess.

 
Two minutes later, I could hear the bathroom door shut. Over the audio, I could overhear the loud sounds of me and my Dad chatting with each other about my studies, in the living room. Suddenly, my eyes got fixated on the camera as I saw Uncle Shyam slowly and silently creeping up behind my mother like a lion stalking his prey. She was completely unaware of this because she was facing the basin (sink) and was busy cleaning up the mess on her nightgown.
 
Almost immediately he pounced on her from behind, grasping her mouth with one hand to stop her from screaming and with the other hand he grabbed the chubby circumference of her waist. My mom was initially startled by the sudden assault, but Uncle Shyam whispered something in her ear (which I couldnt hear) and she slowly started to calm down.
 
As soon as she became completely stable, Uncle Shyam slowly removed his hand from her mouth and brought it slowly down to her luscious right breast. Although my mom had become completely calm, I could clearly see the fear on her face. K-ki korchen, Shyam Babu Please amae chere din. Amar shwami aar chele pasher ghorei ache. Please ekhon chere din amae. (What are you doing, Shyam Babu Please let me go. My husband and my son are just in the next room. Please let me go for now.), she whispered and pleaded.
 
Dhuss ora dujon toh golpe mogno! Aar tor shwami nijei amae ghore deke ene mod khawache! Abar chaap kiser (Dhussthose two are busy chatting! And your husband himself invited me for a drink! So whats the issue), he said and cupped her right breast gently. My mother tried to release Uncle Shyams grip, but he was too strong. My cock became rock hard watching her struggle like that.
 
Na na please Shyam Babu. Oder moddhe ekjon o jodi bhul koreo ekhane dhuke ashe tahle ami jibon shesh hoejabe! (No no, please Shyam Babu. If either of them come up here then my life will be ruined!), she pleaded as Uncle Shyams grip on her right mammary became tighter and his left palm started roaming across her belly area, trying to trace my moms deep, juicy navel over her nightdress.
 
Chup kor, rendi! Ekei toh etodin pore ei doodhgulo haathe esche (Shut up, you slut! As it is Im holding your lovely tits after a long time), he commented while fondling my moms right breast, tar upor tui noksha korchis Ekebarei na! Aar ami toke bolechi na rendi, ami ashle khola mela poshak pore thakte! (and now youre playing hard to get No way! And didnt I tell you slut, to always wear revealing clothes when I come over!), he gently squeezed her right nipple to remind her.
 
My mom immediately bit her lip to stop herself from moaning at the pleasure and pain. The scene was so erotic that I couldnt help but stroke my hard prick over my pants. Ahhhhhh, I moaned in place of my mom just out of sheer pleasure that I was getting while watching this sexy video.
 
Uncle Shyam finally found her navel and expertly began rolling his fingers over my mothers overtly sensitive belly-button, causing her to shudder and shake in excitement. Please thamo! Amar kerom ekta lagche. Ami sorry bolchi. Ami jantam na tumi asbe! Please amae chere dao ekhonkar jonno. Ora keu dhuke asbe kitchen e. (Please stop! I feel strange. Im telling you Im sorry. I didnt know you were coming tonight. Please let me go for now. Someone might come in the kitchen.), she pleaded again.
 
But Uncle Shyam was too excited to let go so easily. He turned her around suddenly, giving her no time to react. Then staring into her frightened eyes with his own lusty look, he leaned closer as my mom leaned backwards and finally his lips met hers. Then an all-out frenzy broke out as Uncle Shyam hugged her roughly and pulled her close, while continuing to smooch her. My mom tried to resist but since she couldnt make a sound , lest we hear her. After a few seconds, she reluctantly started responding to his kiss. The old pervert then stuck out his tongue in the middle of the kiss and began poking between her juicy lips, trying to pry them open. My mother again tried to resist, but ultimately gave up and opened her wet lips, allowing his tongue to invade and disappear inside the warmth of her mouth. I watched in awe as Uncle Shyam and my mom kissed passionately, their tongues wrestling back and forth. My hard dick was now almost close to spewing its load, but I somehow managed to control myself.
 
They broke the kiss after nearly 3 minutes, after which Uncle Shyams huge hands again went back to her large mammaries. He squeezed them roughly as my mom closed my eyes and almost started sobbing. After a while Shyam Uncle stopped and his eyes were fixed on her heavy jugs. I noticed what exactly he was staring at. Owing to the constant pressing and squeezing, my moms nipples had become hard and were jutting out from the fabric of the nightgown. Uncle Shyams eyes grew bigger and like a curious little boy who just received a new toy, he began circling and poking her nipples with both fingers. No sooner he opened his mouth and began sucking them hard, over the dress.
 
My mom clutched the edges of the kitchen sink in sexual excitement and again bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning. Her whole body was shivering as the old pervert continued to suckle her nipples with increasing passion. He kept on alternating between the right nipple and the left. He was going crazy and his eyes looked like that of a hungry lion devouring his prey!
 
He then grabbed my mothers left hand and shoved it inside his trousers. My mom was too excited to protest and I could make out from the movement of her hands inside his trousers, that she was stroking him vigorously.
 
I too clutched my cock with both hands, trying to prevent myself from exploding inside my own boxers. After a while, Uncle Shyam stopped. His eyes were still red with lust as he looked at my mom and said, Ishhhhhkhanki, nehat tor bor ache bole ekhon charte korche! Kintu aaj raate je bhabe hok toke kheyei charbo! (Ishhhhwhore, its only that youre husband is here that Im leaving you now! But tonight, Im gonna eat you out!).
 
Saying that, he left the kitchen. My mom was still panting. She mustve orgasmed because all the tit-sucking. She turned around and started straightening herself. After a few seconds, I walked in and I knew what happened after, so I stopped the video.
 
But it was one hell of a rush! Even though I had stopped myself from cumming, that scene gave me a raging hard-on. I also realized why the area around her nipples had a wet patch on her nighty, when I entered the kitchen last night. I felt so erotic thinking about what had happened and I felt even more excited thinking what more had happened last night. Thinking about that, I inserted the memory card of the camera that was inside my parents bedroom.
 
I skipped to the part where my mom and Dad had entered the room, after my Dad was heavily drunk. My mom laid him on the queen-sized bed and he was immediately asleep. As a matter of fact, my Dad even started snoring. What a waste of a good hot woman, I thought when I saw him laid out like that while my mom remained unsatisfied. The time stamp read 11:00 PM.
 
Nothing happened for the next one-hour so I started fast forwarding the video. Right at midnight, I stopped the fast-forward as I was shocked at what I saw. Although the bedroom was quite dark, I noticed someone very quietly open the door and silently creep inside the room. From the physical frame and the minimalistic light coming from outside, I understood that the guy was indeed Shyam Uncle!

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Chapter 34

 
My mom and Uncle Shyam – Last Night’s sexcapades ---- Part 2!
 
My dick became stiff like a pole as I stared into the screen, watching this hot scene unfolding in front of my eyes. I couldnt believe the audacity of Uncle Shyam to walk into my parents bedroom especially when my Dad was sleeping there. He was careful not to make a sound as he slowly etched his way towards the queen-sized bed, on the side where my mom was sleeping. She was lying on her back with her head tilted away from my Dad, her mouth slightly open and jet-black hair fanned across the pillow.
 
I could see Shyam Uncle holding his cock over his flimsy trousers, gently stroking the sides in anticipation of what he was about to do. After staring at my mom for about 2-3 minutes, he gently grasped her left arm, careful not to wake her. He started opening his trousers and as soon as he undid the zip, my eyes became wide at the site of his near 8-inch hard-on. My mother, I believed, was totally unaware of what was happening to her in her sleep. Uncle Shyam then placed my moms left hand gently on his cock and she subconsciously wrapped her fingers around it. I was shocked as the old pervert began rocking back-and-forth in his standing posture and as a result, his cock was also sliding back-and-forth in my mothers soft hands. It was such an arousing sight! My sweet, homely mother was actually stroking our neighborhood perverts massive shaft, while asleep. The fact that she had no idea what was happening made it even more erotic.
 
Ahhhh, Uncle Shyam whispered soft moans as his prick started drooling pre-cum, lubricating the sensuous slide between my mothers smooth fingers.
 
But before he was about to cum, he stopped sliding and moved to release his cock from her grip. Uncle Shyam then slowly pulled back the covers to reveal her body still covered in that modest nightgown. Her huge breasts were rising and falling with each breath. Every time she inhaled her breasts strained to be released from their confinement. My eyes turned wide seeing such a sexy sight of my mom on screen and I could only imagine how horny Uncle Shyam mustve been feeling.
 
Uncle Shyam looked at my father for a second to see whether he was still asleep. Obviously he was laid out like a rock, snoring heavily. His eyes again got back to my mothers lusty, mature body which was only being covered by this flimsy cloth. I noticed surprisingly that her nipples were outlined in the thin material. This was an indication that she was probably dreaming of something really sexy. Uncle Shyam licked his lips, his mouth was probably watering for a taste of her tender rose-buds.
 
Now he did something even more daring. He placed his hands on her breasts and started kneading them. He started off gently and then started fondling them with vigor. Owing to the sudden assault on her mammaries, my mom immediately opened her eyes and was terrified as she saw this perverted old man fondling her breasts. Unghhhheta ki korchen Please charun amae!, (Unghhhwhat are you doing Please leave me!), she softly protested, knowing they both would be in a huge trouble if my Dad woke up.
 
Uncle Shyam released one of her breasts and pointed a finger against her lips, Shhhhkotha bolish na magi! Tor bor jege jabe sunle! Janis toh tarpor ki hobe (Shhhh..stay silent bitch! Youll wake your husband! And you know very well what would happen then) He didnt need to remind her, she knew very well what would happen if my Dad woke up. As a result, my sweet, innocent mother quietly succumbed to this sexual predator.
 
Seeing little resistance from her, the old pervert continued to fondle my mothers luscious mammaries over her modest nightdress and then as if to assert himself, he shoved one hand right inside her nightgown through her neckline. My mother was about to scream but Uncle Shyam placed his one hand over her mouth to stop her. His other hand was now fully inside my mothers nightdress, exploring her chest and cupping her huge soft melons. She tried to control her struggles so as to not cause my Dad to wake. However, Dad was hard-sleeper and once he had enough drinks in his belly, it was almost impossible to wake him up.
 
Uncle Shyam then motioned for my mom to grab his stiff dick and without much protest, she clasped his manhood in her hand and gave it some slow, gentle strokes. I noticed the old perverts hand furiously exploring the inside of my moms dress, mauling at her huge boobies and even pinching her perky nipples. Mmmmmmmm, my mom cried out in muffled moans over his hand. Uncle Shyam slowly removed his hand off her lips allowing her to moan freely. But my mom was desperately trying to prevent herself from doing that so as to ensure Dad doesnt wake up.
 
After a few seconds of continued fondling and stroking, Uncle Shyam took his hand out of my mothers dress and bent down to whisper something in her ear. As soon as she heard it, her eyes grew wide and she nodded her head as a sign of No!
 
Please, Shyam Uncle requested.
 
Na nahath jor korchi tomae. (No noIm begging you.), she pleaded.
 
Kichu hobena bolchi! (Nothing will happen, Im telling you!), he yelled softly enough so that my Dad doesnt wake up, Bishwash koro aar nijer ei modhur deho take amar hawale kore dao shona! (Trust me and give up your luscious body to my demands, my sweet sexy baby!)
 
Uncle Shyams sweet words were arousing, but my mom was too scared to accept whatever his demands were. Acha tomae ektu shanto kori darao. (Ok let me make you feel comfortable.), he said and proceeded to undo the top button on his pant. As soon as the button was undone his pants dropped to the floor and now he was standing naked in front of my mom from waist down, his huge fuck-meat pointed proudly at my mothers nighty-covered breasts.
 
My moms eyes became wide with fear and excitement, both at the same time. Ki korchen eita Uni jege jabe. (What are you doing Hell wake up.), she said referring to my Dad.
 

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Kichu hobena sona. (Nothing will happen, babe.), he said nonchalantly and bent downwards to give my mom a sloppy kiss on her cheeks. Ebar tomar turn. Khule felo nighty ta. (Now its your turn. Take off your nighty.)

 
My mom nodded her head in disapproval. Eto noksha korish na rendi! Toke toh ami ageo langto obosthae dekhechi. Bhule geli Eto lojja pachis keno tahle Khule fel nighty ta taratari! (Dont do such drama, you slut! Ive seen you naked before, remember So why are you acting so shy Take off your nightdress quickly!)
 
My mother turned around for a second to check whether Dad was still asleep, as if his snoring wasnt proof enough. Once she was satisfied, she slowly lifted her nighty to her waist, exposing her smooth shapely thighs and her inviting pussy. Uncle Shyams eyes got wide as he stared into her mature love-canal, beneath a small triangular patch of tiny dark pubic hair.
 
The sight of her pussy even made me super horny. A small love-hole with brown juicy clit and a pink interior. I know what Uncle Shyam mustve been feeling. He wanted to slide his strong, manly joystick deep inside this mature pink slit and lose himself in the pleasure of its tightened dampness.
 
My mom blushed at his facial expressions and meekly said, Please amake ovabe dekhben na. Ami lojjay, anonde, uttejona te, bhoy e unmad hye jachi, hariye jachi! (Please dont look at me like that. Im losing myself in this feeling of embarrassment, happiness, excitement, fear and arousal!) My cock twitched hearing her words.
 
Uncle Shyam again licked his lips in awe of the sight in front of him. Etai toh chai re ami, rendi! Aaj toke jannat er shukh debo! (This is what I want, slut! Tonight I will give you the pleasures of the universe!) After staring in wonder for the longest time, the old pervert finally moved in for a closer look.
 
My mom bit her lower-lip in anticipation as Uncle Shyams face got nearer to her snatch and he inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet musky aroma of her wet clit. Finally, he stuck his bearded prikly face in her pussy and she fierecely bit her lower-lip, Mmmmmm.nghhhhh, even that couldnt stop her soft moans from escaping through them. This was probably too much for Uncle Shyam to take. He had to taste this mature womans pussy.
 
Uncle Shyam climbed on to the bed and sat softly between my moms shapely legs. He then brought his mouth again closer to my moms love-box and ran his tongue up along the length of her twat. My mother went mad with lust with the feel of his warm wet tongue poking against the thick folds of her juicy cunt and she began tussling on the bed in sexual excitement. Uncle Shyam looked at my Dad from the corner of his eye to ensure he was still asleep and then to stop my moms struggling, he grabbed her fleshy thighs tightly with both hands and pinned her to the mattress, while continuing to furiously lick her wet cooch.
 
Unghhhhh.please thamo! Please! (Unghhhplease stop it! Please!), she groaned softly, trying hard not to disclose her full pleasure. Uncle Shyam further probed his tongue inside her juicy pink lips. My mom instinctively opened her legs wider and as I envisioned it, the muscles of her cunt grabbed his tongue and kind of milked it.
 
I believe Uncle Shyam then found her clitoris/clit and his tongue began a fencing match. He licked up, around and sucked on it. Soon, my mom closed her eyes and opened her mouth to moan softly, Ahhhhhh, and immediately her pussy juices began squirting all over Uncle Shyams face like a fountain. His whole face was wet with my moms love-juices and even parts of her nighty and her legs were wet because of the amount that had trickled. The old pervert was not going to let it go to waste as he lapped up her pussy-juices from her thighs and cunt.
 
Ahhhhh beshha saali! Tui toh besh uttejito hoegechis. Aaj toke na chudlei noe! (Ahhh you fucking whore! Youve become so excited. Today I will fuck you dry!), he said.
 
My mom was too tired to respond. She was panting heavily owing to the huge orgasm that she had just had. I felt pain. I was hurting. My cock was ready to burst looking at this old pervert taking advantage of my mom right beside my sleeping Dad. Oh what a scene it was!
 
Uncle Shyam then positioned himself between my mothers beautiful creamy legs. My mom was too far gone now to protest. Her eyes were closed and she was subtly responding to his sexual advances. His cock looked like a snake pulsing and jerking around. Uncle Shyam held his dick and carefully positioned it along her wet pussy lips. Kire Shikha darling, dhokabo naki amar chara-basher moton lomba barata tor bheja gud e (So Shikha darling, should I shove my massive rod inside your wet, slippery cunt), he whispered.