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usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 10:29 AM

My mom looked at him with drowsy eyes, overcome with lust and greed. To my surprise, she nodded her head in approval. She no longer cared that her husband was sleeping beside her, unaware of her cheating. She just wanted a manly cock to fulfill her womanly desires.

As soon as my mother gave him the signal, Uncle Shyam wasted no time. He slowly slided his huge monster of a dick into her awaiting pink portal. I could see my moms face contort as he entered her, the feeling of having such a big piece-of-meat invading her was breathtaking for sure. Plus the fact that all this was happening right beside her sleeping husband was even more erotic. When the old pervert was half-way in, my mom wanted to scream out. But as she opened her mouth, Uncle Shyam immediately leaned forward and planted a long, sloppy french-kiss on her lips. I bet he tasted like my mothers juices since his face was covered with it. But still, she didnt seem to mind. She was enjoying the feel of Uncle Shyams meat-stick inside her mature, aching love-canal.

My own member was almost close to exploding. The scene that I was seeing unfold in fornt of me was that of pure lust. My body was shivering with excitement. But I seriously wanted to hold my sperm until the end of the show.

Inch by inch, he shoved his manhood deeper inside the depths of my moms warm, velvety vagina. After a while, he released the kiss and I could see her face overcome with lust. She was biting her lower-lip constantly to stop herself from moaning in both pain and pleasure. Finally, Uncle Shyam was all the way in! And my moms eyes widened. She was so overcome with passion that she wrapped her legs around the old perverts waist as he continued to pound her pussy slowly and gently. He had found his rhythm and was now sliding in and out of her mound smoothly. My mom was now horny enough and without even asking, she lifted her nightgown up over her head and threw it on the floor. Her huge 36DD boobs were now in full view and were heaving with her every breath, right underneath the old pervert. To my surprise she even smiled like a teenage whore at Uncle Shyam as he invaded her pussy, while staring hungrily at her ridiculous tits.

The old uncle now bent forward again and this time, put his lips on my mothers right nipple and gently started to suck on it. With his other sweaty hand, he started squeezing my mothers other creamy, white milk tank. Ahhhhhhh, my mother was in ecstasy as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to let out a soft moan. Her nipples hardened owing to the attention and she started breathing even faster. Uncle Shyam began his tongue action by circling her right breast with his warm, wet tongue. He then started to alternate sucking between her left and right boobs, driving my mother to edge of excitement as she almost began pulling her hair in a state of arousal. I bet she was having multiple orgasms as I saw tiny streams of liquid ooze out her love-hole as Uncle Shyam continued to fuck her.

After a while, Uncle Shyam said panting, HuhhhShikha, ami maal phelbo! Ahhhhh (HuhhhShikha, Im going to cum! Ahhhh).

My mom kinda came back to her senses a little bit and said, Na na Shyam Babu please! Amar bhetore birjo phelaben na.. (No no please Shyam Babu! Dont cum inside me).

But it was too late!

Uncle Shyam couldnt last any longer. I could see him clutching the sides of the mattress as he felt his balls tingling. His butt-muscles tensed up and I noticed the streams of hot, white cum flowing out of my moms pussy. Jet after jet of sperm filled her up, I thought it would never stop. Uncle Shyam kept on thrusting as my moms closed her mouth with her palm. Her eyes filled with tears.

Moreover, the sight of him cumming inside my moms vagina was enough for me to burst out and I too cummed all over my pants.

Cum leaked around his cock and down the crack of her ass. Eventually, he slowed down and as soon as he pulled out his deflated member from my moms snatch, he collapsed on the side of the bed. Some of the cum oozed out of my moms pussy and landed on the bed sheets. I could see that both of them were exhausted. I was exhausted! And now all three of them were on the queen-sized bed and to my surprise, my father was still snoring totally unaware that her sweet, homely wife had just been by the neighborhood pervert!

After about 5 minutes, Uncle Shyam moved out of the bed and hastily ran towards the bathroom. My mother was still in tears as to what happened and moreover, reality had just hit me! Uncle Shyam just cummed inside my mom! That means she could get pregnant!

After a while, my mom too climbed out of bed and ran out the room. I checked the time stamp. It was 1:30 AM. Right about the time I had heard the footsteps! So, I knew there was nothing more interesting to watch.

I closed the video, but I was still worried about what would happen if my mom actually got pregnant with Uncle Shyam's child!

But anyways, what an adventurous night they had!

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usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 10:34 AM

Chapter 35

New Journey - Part 1

After jerking off to that video, a wave of fear suddenly passed through my feeble little mind. For one, I had no idea if my mother was actually pregnant or not. Plus, I was also worried that last night's events may have gone too far and now my mother, who had been transformed into this reluctant horny adulterous housewife in the course of a few weeks, was again going to revert back to her sweet innocent devoted self and I would never again be able to enjoy watching her luscious body in action. As these thoughts filled my mind, I heard my father's voice from downstairs.

They were finally back from their short tour and lunch, and had brought Biriyani for me from there as well. But for some reason, I couldnt eat.

The food wouldn't go down my throat since I was too afraid of what would happen if Dad found out that she is pregnant.

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During the evening, I heard the phone ringing in my parents bedroom. My Dad was downstairs in the living room, watching TV and drinking his usual brand of whiskey, while my mother was upstairs in that very bedroom. When I heard the phone stop ringing, I picked up the receiver of the telephone in the hall (since it is a parallel connection) and immediately froze when I realized who was on the line.

Ki, Shikha darling Miss korcho tomar ei buro premik ke (What happened, Shikha darling Are you missing your old lover)

Immediately my mom replied in a disgusted and angry voice, Apni ki mone koren nijeke! Ja iccha tai korben naki Apni janen kal amar bor dekhe felle ki hoto Apnar ki kono bhoy-thoy nei naki Eh toh bhaggish o otheni aar bhaggish ami o asar kotha janar por thekei birth-control pills nawa shuru korechi. Noyto shorbonash hoyejeto! (What the hell do you think of yourself! Did you think you could get away with doing anything you want Do you have the slightest idea about what would have happened if my husband woke up during that time Arent you afraid Its a miracle that he didnt wake up and its an even bigger miracle that I started taking birth-control pills since I learned of his coming. Otherwise my life would have been completely ruined!)

Phew! I dont know for sure whether I was happy or disappointed to hear that my sweet homely adulterous mother wasnt pregnant with this old perverts child. But I was definitely relieved. A pregnancy wouldhave been tough to explain to Dad.

Arey chinta korcho keno, shona Ami ager thekei jantam je tomar bor asar age tumi precaution nischoe nebe.Tai jonnei toh tomar gorom, rosalo gud e amar kamlalashr birja dhelechi. (Why are you getting so worried, darling I knew ahead of time that you would take precautions when you heard your husband was coming. Thats why I was tempted to fill your slippery cunt with my warm jizz.), he said with maniacal chuckle.

Isshhh apni ki apnar nongra bebohar ebong nongra bhasha konodino paltaben na (Isshhh will you never change your dirty ways and your dirty language), she asked desperately. Although she sounded desperate, I could sense in her voice a hint of naughtiness when presenting this question to a sick, perverted Uncle Shyam.

Hahahhaha! Na amar sorol-sidhe magi. Tor moton gorom maal jotodin amar jibone thakbe, amar shobhab paltano shombhob hobe na. Kintu tui eto natok korchis keno Tor ki bhalo lageni jokhon amar gorom birjo tor pipashito suronger modhe diye dhire dhire goriye goriye tor gorbhe probesh korchilo Tor o toh oi muhurte kaam-rosh beriye gechiloami khub shohojei anubhob korte perechi! (Hahahaha! No, my sweet innocent slut. As long as a hot momma like you will remain in my life, I cant change. But why are you acting like such a prude Didnt you like it when my warm goo slowly and steadily flowed through the parched walls of your lusty vagina and entered your eager womb I know you cummed really hard when that happenedI could feel it!) There was no verbal answer from my mom but I could hear her breathing heavily on the phone. This bastards words were once again having a tantalizing effect on her and I could sense that she was slowly getting horny again.

Hahahhaha!, Uncle Shyam laughed again at her helplessness, Relax, shona. Acha bolo, abar kobe hoche amader milan (Relax, darling. Now, tell me, when are we meeting again)

E-ekhon na. O (my father) chole gele tarpor dekha jabe. Aar ta chara amar Siliguri theke chiti esche. Amar mamato bhai er sorir ektu kharap ache tai jete hobe kaalker modhe. Ami 1 soptaher jnoo sekhane jachi. Amar bor o porshu kaajer jonno Dehli ferod jabe. Oke bolbo ticket katte aaji! Bunty o jabe amar sathe. (Not now. Well see after my husband leaves. And besides, I just received a mail from Siliguri. My cousin brother is sick and I have to go see him. Im planning to leave tomorrow, for a week. My husband will also be leaving for Delhi, the day after tomorrow. So, Ill ask him to book my tickets today itself. Bunty will also be going with me.)

Ja sala! Ek soptaher jonno! Etodin ami eka ki korbo shona (What the fuck! For a week! What the hell ami I going to do for so long, baby), the old ugly pervert asked in a sad voice.

Ja khushi koro giye! (Do whatever you want!), and she immediately disconnected the phone.

I could sense the anger in her voice. I bet she too was unhappy about leaving her husband (and to some extent, that old pervert Shyam Uncle) and going to take care of her sick brother. But I was happy that I was going with her, just to keep an eye on her.

At night, at the dinner table, my father revealed that he couldnt find any tickets in the AC compartments where the classy people travel and so he had no choice but to book two general compartment tickets. My mother was furious to hear that and more than that, she looked a bit scared too. The general compartments in any train are notorious for accomodating the poor and middle-class group of people, and was often frequented by addicts, molesters and downright ugly group of assholes! Even I was scared to travel in the general compartments and now with my buxom mature mother with me, I knew things were going to get bad (or adventuruous).

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usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 10:35 AM

Next day, my mom and Dad were chatting about our trip to meet my uncle (moms cousin brother) and she seemed highly worried about travelling in a general compartment. I was listening in from the stairway. My Dad was trying to console her as best as he could. Tumi eto chinta korcho keno, darling Bunty o toh jache tomar sathe. Aar ami parle jetam, kintu amar Delhi te onek kaaj pending ache. Ami ek shoptah Siliguri te thakte parbo na. Bojhar chesta koro. (Why are you getting so worried, darling Bunty is going with you. And if I could, I would go as well. But I have too much work pending in Delhi. I cant afford to spend a week in Siliguri. Try and understand.)

I heard my mom sobbing.Acha, Bunty ki korbe bolo toh, jodi keu amar sathe kharap bebohar kore O toh baccha chele! (What will Bunty do if someone misbehaves with me Hes just a kid!)

Bacha chele! Ki bolo tumi! (Kid! What are you saying!), my Dad shouted angrily, Or 22 bochor boyish! Aar tomar sathe kichu hobe na! Aajkal train e security khub bhalo. Kichu hole TT ke deke nebe. Kono bhoy nei. Karo oto sahosh nei orom bhorti train e tomar sathe nongrami korbe. (Hes 22 years old! And nothing will happen to you! Nowadays, security is very tight in trains. If something happens, call the TT. Dont worry. No one will dare touch you in a crowded train.)

Dhyat tumi bujhbe na! Jao nijer kaj koro giye! (Forget it, you will never understand! Go do whatever you want!), she angrily left the conversation mid-way and walked into the kitchen. I guess she was very disappointed and angry with my fathers naivety. He was just too nave to believe that someone was that perverted.

Our train was scheduled to leave at 10:00 PM in the night. It was going to take us 12 hours to get to Siliguri station from Howrah. I was super worried now, especially since this was a night train and all the creepy assholes come out during that time.

My father was supposed to drop us to the station and we were supposed to get ready by 8:00 PM. When I was ready, I went downstairs and sat on the sofa. A few minutes later I saw my mom coming down as well. She was looking 10 years younger with the kind of make-up she had on light make-up on her face, dark mascara on her eyelids and a very hot red lipstick. Her pouty lips seemed to me like two fresh oranges any horny man would love to suck on. She was wearing a modest yellow-colored salwar that showed no cleavage as the neckline was far above her luscious breasts and below she was wearing loose leggings that did nothing to accentuate her curvy thigs. Although the salwar kameez showed very little skin, it was actually a very tight fit salwar. Her two shapely 36DD coconuts looked amazingly tight and that bra she was wearing underneath must have been made of some very strong elastic material, because her salwar kamiz was almost exploding at her chest. Every thread of the kamiz was streched to their fullest.

I was getting hard just looking at her and I could only imagine what those middle-low class people in the train would feel. By 8:15 we were ready to leave and my Dad dropped us off at the station. Also, at my mothers behest, he helped us find our seats in the general compartment and settle our luggage underneath our seats. We had arrived an hour early (at 9:00 PM) and as a result, the compartment wasnt that crowded. My father gave my mother a slight kiss on the forehead and gave a pat on my back and said, Sabdhane jabi! Mummy er kheyal rakhis. Ok (Have a safe journey! Take care of your mother. Ok) I nooded my head in a yes. Good., my father said, waved us goodbye and left.

Me and my mom had taken the two lower berths. It was 9:30 PM and the compartment was slowly starting to fill up. Most of the crowd comprised of lower-middle class families, a few college kids and a group of smelly bachelors who appeared to be drunk. Thankfully they were at the other end of the compartment. We were sitting near our respective windows, chatting about how odd it is to travel in the night in this general compartment and with these odd characters, since we would normally travel in AC 2-tier that had a more posh crowd. But she was relieved that at least our section did not have anyone but us. Bhaggish, amader ekhane keu nei. Janis Bunty, amar na ei nie khub bhoy lagchilo. (Fortunately, we dont have anyone accompanying us in this section of the compartment. You know, Bunty, I was really scared about someone sharing this section with us.)

The moment she said this, two guys entered our section. My mom immediately glanced at them with a morbid expression. They were both dark-skinned guys and were probably college students, close to my age. One of them was 6 foot tall with a well built toned muscular body, he was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. His T-shirt was skin-tight that accentuated the solid rock-hard muscles on his chest and abs deeply. He was square-jawed, which made him look quite handsome. The other guy was completely opposite, he was thin as a stick and was wearing a loose buttoned-up shirt that almost clung on to his shoulders like a hanger. He was as tall as his friend but his face was covered with pimples and he had a bony jawline. When they entered our section, they were initially shocked to see this fair, busty, mature housewife, sitting at the corner of the lower berth, wearing a skin tight salwar. They kept staring at her with wide hungry eyes that caused my mother to instantly cover up her over-streched melons with her pallu.

The guys became instantly aware of this and immediately turned to face me. The big muscular guy started introducing himself, Hi, amra ei samne Howrah Engineering College (fake-name) theke eschi. (Hi, were coming from Howrah Engineering College.), he stretched out his hand for a handshake and I shook it immediately. He had a tight grip and his hands seemed kind of rough at first. Amar naam Joy aar or naam holo Santu. Amra final year Mechanical engineering students, ebong ekhon ektu departmental kaaje Siliguri jachi. (My name is Joy and he is Santu. Were final year Mechanical Engineering students, and were travelling to Siliguri for some departmental work.) Santu appeared to be a little shy but eventually he shook my hand as well. They both kept on stealing glances at my voluptuous mother, who seemed to be looking out the window without paying any attention to our conversation.

Anyways, I thought it was polite to return the gesture with an introduction of our own. Hi, ami Arijit dak naam Bunty. (Hi, my name is Arijit nickname Bunty.”) I pointed to my mother. Uni amar ma. (She is my mother.) The two boys were shocked to hear that. I guess they couldnt believe such a mature woman could actually look so young and hot.

My mom looked at them for a moment and said Hi, with a slight fake smile. Before, she could turn away though, Joy put his hand out for a handshake and my mother was forced to oblige. As soon as my mom grasped the muscular guys hand, he lightly brushed his thumb over her fingers feeling the smoothness of her fair, taut skin and gave a wry smile to her. Annoyed by the inappropriate gesture, my mom immediately pulled her hand away and gave him a sour look. But the bastard kept on smiling.

Acha, kichu mone na korle amra ekhane boste pari Onekhon hete eschi, tai pa dhore geche. (Hey, if you dont mind, can we both sit down Its been a long walk and my feet are killing me.), he said it with such a casual smile that neither of us could refuse. Plus he had tickets to this section.

My mom and I reluctantly nodded.

Dhonnyobad! (Thank you!)

usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 10:36 AM

It was 10:15 PM and the train had started! Joy immediately sat down beside my mom and Santu sat down beside me. The three of us then started chatting about engineering stuff and since my mother was not knowledgeable about the topic, she kept reading a Bengali story book and occasionally was looking outside to admire the scenery. Time and again, while chatting, I noticed Joy shifting in his seat and little by little he was trying to shift closer towards my mom. I was a little worried but I was also quite excited at the prospect of these college guys being attracted to my sweet, homely, voluptuous mother.

It was close to 10:30 PM. Both windows were open and as the night progressed, the wind started getting a little chillier. I closed my side of the window and as soon as my mother tried to to close her side, Joy politely refused. Kakima, baire jotoe thanda thakuk na keno, bhetore toh bhaloe gorom. (Aunty, no matter how cold it gets outside, the temperature inside this compartment will always remain hot.), he winked towards his friend as he made that sly comment. Santu just giggled while my mom, who was unable to understand the pun, gave a light smile. Janla ta kholae rekhe din. Apnar jodi osubidhe hoe, apni amar kombol byabohar korte paren. Asole, dujonei ota pore boshe thakte pari. Tahle karo thanda lagbe na. (Let the window remain open. If you dont mind, you can use my blanket. Actually, the blanket is big enough for the both of us. So neither of us will feel cold if we use it.) With that being said, he took out a large blanket from his bag and asked to share it.

My mother, feeling cold with the wind blowing, reluctantly agreed. As Joy attempted to wrap the blanket over both their bodies, his hands lightly brushed against my mother huge tits and she immediately shivered and blushed. Joy just looked at Santu and smiled wryly, without saying a word. Now, in the pretext of sharing a single blanket, Joy had moved so close to my beloved mother that I could make out from the outside of the blanket that their arms were almost touching. Our conversation continued as normal and my mom would now occasionally throw in a statement or two in between.

It was 10:45. As our conversation was going, I suddenly noticed that my mom had grown silent and she was occasionally gulping. I even saw beads of sweat forming on her forehead. I wondered why she was sweating when it was getting progressively colder inside the compartment, with her window open. Then, as I looked down towards their blanket, I noticed that young stud Joys hand lightly moving under the blanket and from the position of his arm and the way it was moving, I could clearly make out that this pervert was actually fondling my mothers luscious breasts from underneath the blanket. He was taking full advantage of the cover as I noticed the outline of his fingers lightly tracing the contours of her huge melons. I saw my mothers face and noticed she was carefully biting her lips to stop herself from moaning.

From her facial expressions, I knew she was feeling uncomfortable. She couldnt moan or stop this guy from molesting her because she was afraid of how I would react. This bastard, however, was taking full advantage of her helplessness as he was trying to feel the hardness of her boobs. I could see him pushing his finger on her massive jugs, rubbing his fingers all over her left tit and pinching her nipple lightly. This continued for sometimes as this pervert pressed and fondled my innocent mothers boobs, feeling the softness of her melons and occasionally pinched her nipples, making them rock hard. I could see that his other hand was on his crotch and he was pressing it to release the pressure from his hard-on.

At around 11:30, we finally decided to go to sleep. Me and my mom wanted to sleep on the lower berth as I mentioned, but Joy was adamant. He said he had to sleep on the lower berth since he sometimes had a tendency of rolling off the bed. After a friendly argument, we decided that I would be sleeping on the middle berth opposite Santu, while Mom and Joy would be sleeping on the lower berth opposite each other. My mom appeared very unhappy with that idea but there was no other option. So we all went to bed that time. My mom didnt bother changing, so she was wearing that same salwar kameez to bed. The lights were mostly turned off and only a dim light was coming from the hall of the compartment.

I woke up around 1:00 PM to the sound of whispers. I was facing the wall while sleeping and when I turned around, I was surprised to see that Santu had disappeared from my opposite middle berth and as I looked down to find the source of the whispers, I was shocked at what I saw!

usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 10:37 AM

Chapter 36

New Journey - Part 3 (Concluding Part)
I couldnt believe my eyes! The thin ugly guy Santu was sitting at the edge of the lower-berth, gently rubbing his bony hands around my sleeping mothers ankles while the big muscular guy Joy was sitting close to her body and carefully kneading her gigantic breasts over her kameez. That vision of my mom being abused by these college thugs got me hard in an instant. I was feeling a little scared though, because these guys were complete strangers and I was afraid my mom might wake up and shout. But these guys didnt care. Joy seemed the most excited as he had taken off his T-shirt and was now only wearing a vest and jeans. His rippling muscles looked to be chiseled out of stone and his broad shoulders looked like two bowling bowls. Even I was excited seeing this hunk of a man taking advantage of my sweet, homely, mature mother.

Ishhh ei magitake dekhchis! Ki boro doodh re maltar! Amar toh asar por thekei or doodher opor nojor! (Ishhhh have you seen this bitch! Such big boobs! Ive been eyeing her boobs ever since I got here!), Joy whispered to his friend Santu.

Santu nodded, Aar or pa tao ki porishkar dhopdhope forsa! Ami toh aaj sara raat ei amrit er swadh nebo. (And her feet are so clean and snowy white! Im gonna eat her sweet body, all night long!) Saying that, that disgusting pervert carefully put his face flat against her foot and just inhaled her smell for a whole minute.

Mmmmmm, my mom suddenly gave a moderately loud moan, causing those two thugs to stop what they were doing in an instant. But, thankfully, she wasnt awake. She just sleepily lifted her arms over her head and continued her slumber.

Joy immediately gave Santu an evil smile and whispered, Dekchis, magita kerom ghumer ghore gongan korche. Ki level er khanki bujhte parchis Ghumer ghoreo amader hath marar anondo bhog korche. (See, how this bitch is moaning in her sleep. Do you realize how much of a whore she is Even while asleep shes enjoying what were doing with her.). This gave the guys even more encouragement and Joy got back to gently pressing my moms massive melons while Santu flicked his tongue out and lightly licked the sole of her feet. Seeing no reaction, Santu became bolder as he started kissing and smelling her feet all over and slightly rubbing his lips up and down her arches.

Meanwhile, as my mothers arms were now above her head, Joy silently bent down and started sniffing her armpit. He then gave an approving look towards his friends and bent down further as he started licking the small wet patch that had formed on the outside of her kameez, owing to her sweat. His face lit up and he seemed to like the taste. So, without delay, he turned his attention to the only legitimate exposed part of her skin her neck and slowly began to lick the beads of sweat that were forming over there.

This was such an erotic sight to behold. One guy was down at the edge of the berth licking my mothers feet while the other heavily-built guy was licking the skin of her neck, while constantly fondling her tits. My rock-hard cock wanted to explode while watching this scene.

Owing to the constant attention that Joy was giving to her tits, her kameez had already started to distort and as I watched closely, it was slowly starting to rise, exposing her midriff. In another few minutes, her midriff was almost completely exposed and her deep, lusty navel was in full view.

usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 10:38 AM

The boys hadnt noticed that until Joy stood up to take a breather from all the licking. The area around her face and neck where he had licked was now glistening with her sweat and this perverts saliva. As Joy looked down, he saw what had happened and his eyes were now fixated on my mothers juicy navel. He slowly worked his way down to her chubby midriff, focusing on her sexy navel. Then, he dipped the tip of his tongue into my mothers deep, long oval shaped navel. Pushing it right into the back of her navel, he wiggled his tongue for a second, and then pushed it back in again for five more seconds, flicking the tip of his tongue from side to side.

Mmmmmmmm!!!!!!!, my mom groaned in pleasure and shifted from side-to-side, even while sleeping. For a second, I thought I saw her tremble a little bit, which means she mustve just gotten an orgasm. Wow, that was amazing!

Emboldened by her moans, Joy grabbed the thread (naara) of her salwar with his fingers and slowly tugged on it. In an instant, her salwar was loose! I was shocked at this guys brazenness. Joy then gave his friend a hand gesture and he immediately stopped licking my mothers feet as the big muscular guy started pulling her salwar down slowly and steadily. As the lower part of her dress began to come off, I noticed she was wearing pink satin panties the kind that you would wear on a honeymoon trip and that looked amazingly sexy. Joy stopped somewhere in the middle of her luscious, meaty thighs and they both stood straight to watch this magnificently hot specimen in front of their eyes and in such an exposed state. What was more was that there was hint of a wet patch on her pink panties and her inner thighs appeared to be moist as well, which suggested that she was indeed wet from all the attention she was getting, even while asleep.

Ufff amar aar thakte parchi na! Aaj raate ei magitake chudtei hobe, bujli bara! (Ufff I cant hold on much longer! We have to fuck her tonight, buddy!), Joy said while licking his lips and staring at my half-exposed mom with hungry eyes ready to devour her.

Santu couldnt speak. He was speechless and rubbed his cock over his jeans as he stared impatiently at the mature voluptuous womans semi-nakedness.

Without much delay, Santu was the first to get back to what he was doing as he licked the sole of her foot with even more vigor. He just put his face down and put all her toes in his mouth and started sucking them. After a minute, he moved to the other foot and started sucking each toe individually. Then he licked her foot from bottom to top a few times. He seemed just content to stick his tongue out and keep rubbing it on her feet for as long as he could.

At the same time, Joy put two of his fingers inside her panties on either side of her straps and in an instant, pulled down her panties to her mid-thighs, as my eyes got wider. My mothers hairy bush was now open for these two perverts to behold! They were now in full view of her triangular public hair and oozing pussy lips. My cock felt like it was about to burst out of my pants!

Joy went down on her. He gently licked my mothers moist, hairy slit once before backing away to watch her pubic hairs glistening with saliva. Satisfied with the hot scene literally laid out in front of him, the muscular boy started at her inner thighs and licked his way up to her pussy lips. He stopped and surveyed the area, then began lapping up her pussy-juices from the exposed part of her thighs.

Mmmmmmm!!!!, my mother moaned some more, in pleasure. It was such a hot scene to watch and my cock just wouldnt stop throbbing as I witnessed this first-hand from the middle-berth, while pretending to sleep myself.

Then, Joy did something even bolder. He placed his fingers on the entrance to her pussy and in one second, he inserted his middle finger straight into her soaking wet snatch. Suddenly, I heard a small gasp and I saw my mom wake up eyes wide and mortified by what was going on and what these guys were doing to her body. She was about to scream, when Joy noticed that she was awake and almost leaped to her face and covered her mouth with his hand.

My mom was in shock. Joys middle finger was still glazed with her pussy-juices on the hand which he used to cover her mouth. He was giving my mom an intimidating stare. Shhhh!! Ekta kotha na! Apni nischoe chaiben na ase-pashe lokera eshe apnake ei obosthae duto cheler sathe dekhuk! Sobai apnakei kharap bhabbe! Tar opor apnar cheler pasher berth e shuye ache. (Shhhh!! Not a word! Im sure you wouldnt want the people in other sections to come here and watch you in this state, along with two young college boys! Everyone with think youre a bad woman! And, on top of that, your son is sleeping in the adjoining berth.) My moms eyes went up to my berth and by that time I had closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. I guess she mustve been relieved to see that. Asha kori apni oke jagate chaiben na. (I hope you dont want to wake him, do you), he said with a smirk. Amar bondhu (Santu) ekhono virgin! Or pa khub bhalo laage! Kintu amar ekta mohilar got sorir bhalo laage! Bishesh kore apnar moton mature, sexy mohilar. Aaj ami apnar guder rosh die nijer joubon er teshta metate chaiye! Asha kori apni ete amae sahajjo korben. Apnar moto rosalo, risto-pushto maal ami bodhae e jonme aar bhog korte parbena. Amae aaj raate khushi kore din! Ami kotha dichi aaj raater pore apni amader aar konodin dekhben na. (My friend (Santu) is still a virgin! He also has a foot fetish! But I like a womans entire body! Especially, the body of such a mature, sexy womans. Tonight I am going to quench my cocks thirst by drenching it in you pussy-juices! I hope youll help me. Ill probably never again find such a hot, voluptuous woman like you in my entire life. So, make me happy tonight! I promise you that if you do this for the two of us, you will never see us again.). His words were clear. He not only wanted to fuck my mother but also was going to make fulfill his virgin friends foot-fetish. This was such a horny situation.

Aunty, I will be gentle. Apni chinta korben na. (Aunty, I will be gentle. Dont you worry at all.), Santu reassured her sweetly.

O gentle hobe. Ami na! (Hell be gentle. I wont!), Joy said with an evil smile, as he took his hand away from her mouth. My mom was almost in tears but she dared not speak.
Joy took off his vest and his dark muscles came into full view. Joy then slowly undid the top button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper. His pants immediately dropped to the floor to expose his boxers and the wide tent that had formed owing to his growing boner. With another motion, he pulled down his boxers to his knees and now was standing naked in this section of the sleeper compartment, his 5 inch limp manhood dangling in front of my mothers face.

My mom stared at his thick manhood which may not have been as long as Harias or even Shyam Uncles, but it was definitely had a wide girth. Dekcho ki Mukhe nie chosh, magi! (What are you looking at Suck on it, bitch!).

Please! Amar chele (Please! My son), she tried to protest.

Tor chele ghumache. Bhoy pash na. Ebar taratari khara kor amar ta! (Your son is asleep. Dont be afraid. Now hurry up and make me hard!). My sweet, homely mother had no choice now. She first lightly kissed and then licked the head of his shaft, making it throb like a snake. Then she held it with one hand and started stroking lightly, causing to slowly start to grow.

Meanwhile, Santu put his face under my moms feet and rested her feet on his face and spent almost 10 minutes like that. Then he started to smell the top part of her feet and her ankles and soles. He started licking them too. From her movements, I knew it was tickling her a bit but the skinny pervert didnt care. He lifted one foot in his hand and just put the whole sole in his mouth and sucked and sucked.

My mother gave out whispering moans of pleasure as she was stroking this muscular guys now 6-inch hard and thick manhood, while getting her foot licked by this other guy. Ahhhh mukhe ne khanki! (Ahhh take it in your mouth, whore!), he ordered.

My mom wanted to say no, but she didnt want to offend him and so reluctantly obeyed. She opened her mouth and as she was stuffing it in, I actually see how thick this guys dick was as it stretched her lips beyond anything I had ever seen. Her eyes grew wide and her whole mouth was covered in his member. There were thin strands of saliva dripping from the corners of her lips as she struggled to keep his cock steady in her mouth. Suddenly, Joy grabbed her by the hair and started fucking her mouth in speed. My mom immediately grabbed his thighs for support and her face looked like it was hard for her to breathe. She was almost about to choke when he finally pulled out. Her face had become red because of the hardcore face-fucking and she was softly coughing and spitting out precum and saliva.

Joy then pulled her kameez up to her shoulders, exposing her bra-covered milky white boobs. I couldnt believe how tight the pink satin bra was! Her boobs were like two melons trying to escape the confines of her tight clothing. The sight was too much for the young stud to bear as he climbed on the lower berth and sat right on top of her meaty thighs while his friend was still sucking at her toes with passion. Joys thick hard cock was now resting against her thighs and was only inches away from her pussy lips. He stared at my mother for a few second trying to drink in her beauty as she was wiping the precum and saliva from her lips. He then bent down and lightly rubbed his rough lips against her smooth cheeks. He was almost hugging her and from the expression on my mothers face, I knew she was liking it. The feel of a young stud rubbing his broad muscular chest against her sensitive bra-covered mammaries was taking her to newer heights of pleasure. At the same time, Santu was now rubbing her feet over his exposed 7-inch cock and in a matter of minutes he came all over my mothers feet and soon fell on the opposite berth.

While hugging her, Joy now positioned his cock in between her pussy-lips and with one swoop he pushed it in.

Ahhhhhhh!!!, my mothers eyes widened and she softly groaned in pleasure as this stud penetrated her womb. She looked at me once to check if I was still asleep and thankfully I had closed my eyes by then. As she looked away, I kept on watching and stroking my long hard cock as fast as I could, owing to the scene in front of me.

For a minute, while Joy kept fucking her hard, he raised his head and said, Mukh khol rendi aar chokh bondho kor! (Open your mouth wide for me slut and close your eyes!). Both me and my mother were surprised to think why he would ask such a request. Regardless, she decided to submit to his demand and do as he had ordered. When my mother closed her eyes, I could see his head lowering toward her face as he said, Boro koro kholo! (Keep it wide open for me!). I then saw a large amount of Joys spit fall into her waiting mouth. Moms expression changed to disgust and as she was about to spit it out, he said, Gile fel! (Swallow it!). Almost out of scare, she immediately swallowed his spit as he started to fuck her intensely.

They were fucking like rabbits for almost 20 minutes. Mmmmmmm nghhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh arrrghhhhhhhh!!!, my mother closed her lips to stop herself from screaming as Joy sped up rapidly. She was now embracing this dark muscular pervert and digging her nails on his back to pull him closer as they both enjoyed passionate sex. Fuuchhh fucchhh ghaapp ghaaap! Were the sounds coming from their copulation. My mom had already cummed at least once and she was initially begging him to stop, but this guy was a stallion! He kept on mounting her.

Finally at the 40 minute mark, he gave one final push and released his load deep into her vagina. Thank goodness my mom was on the pills! Otherwise shed be pregnant.

The big stud collapsed on her and they both were panting heavily from the wild sex that they had. Santu was already asleep on the lower berth.

After about 15 minutes, Joy rose up from my mom, allowing her to cover herself in a blanket. He left for the bathroom and before my mother could cover herself, I saw the state of the berth. It was completely soaked with sweat, sperm and saliva all over. Moreover, this entire section of the compartment now smelled of sex. Therefore, after all three of them were sound asleep, I sprayed some room freshner across our section of the compartment to get rid of the strong smell of sex.

The next morning when I woke up, those two guys were gone. They mustve gotten off at one of the intermediary stations. My mom was in the bathroom, probably freshening up after a long night.

If this was the situation in a simple train ride, I wondered what would we see when we finally got to our destination Siliguri!

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usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 04:11 PM

usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 04:12 PM

Chapter 37

Siliguri - A Hot Trip! - Part-1
When we finally got to Siliguri, it was 11:00 AM in the morning. One of my Mamas (moms cousin brother who was sick) servants Karim Chacha had come to pick us up. He was a frail old man, probably in his mid 60s, with a receding hairline and his body covered with dark and grey hair. He was also slouching quite badly. He gave an eerie smile on seeing my mom, which surprised me quite a bit since I didnt think at such an old age someone would have dirty feelings about a woman, even if that woman is a pretty, sexy, mature married woman like my mother.

Baah kotodin baade tomae dekhchi go, Shikha. (Wow, its been such a long time since Ive seen you, Shikha.), he said. My mom smiled and touched his feet in respect. He responded by lightly touching her hair as a sign of aashirvaad. Now, I should mention here that the last time my mother was here was when I was very little and that time, she came with my father as well. Arey, Bunty, tui o koto boro hoegechis re. (Hey, Bunty, youve grown so much.), he said, as I followed suit with my mom and touched his feet. I vaguely remembered Karim Chacha. But if memory serves me right, he was slightly younger when I last saw him but with the same frailty.

After the greetings got over, he offered to help us with our luggage and directed us to a jeep.

Eta amader Babur jeep. Uni etai korei jatayat koren. (This is our masters jeep. He travels in it all the time.), he said proudly. However, I didnt think there was much to be proud of. The green colored jeep seemed quite ordinary. Inside, there was this driver. He seemed like a Bihari guy, just a few inches taller than my mom. He was dark-complexioned with a rough skin, burnt marks here and there, his built was above-average with a medium-sized potbelly, his face had a couple of micro-holes and his beard was unevenly trimmed. He was about 40-45 years old i.e., almost the same age as my mom.

He was sitting in the car and seemed to have a really bad attitude. But as soon as he saw us, his eyes were opened wide. He was staring at my mom with shock, surprise and lust. Now, normally, I would expect this kind of reaction from any male who saw my mom for the first time. But when I looked at my mom, she too seemed shocked. Tumi ekhane (What are you doing here), my mother asked, with an annoyed tone. Clearly, they knew each other.

Before the driver could reply, Karim Chacha intervened, Arey, Shikha, Bahadur ei shoddo 2 bochor holo abar kaaje fireche. Or ager bhul er jnoo maalik oke khoma kore dieche. Tui o ebar bhule ja osob purono kotha. Ae, garite dhok. (Shikha, its been only 2 years since Bahadur was rehired. Our master has forgiven him for his earlier maladies. You should also try and forget what happened back then. Anyways, lets get in the car.). My mom reluctantly entered the backseat of the car while never stopping to glare at Bahadur the driver with a disdained look on her face. I entered the car too and I noticed Bahadur had a wry smile on his face. As he smiled, I noticed that half his teeth were white and the other half was red with the stain of gutka pan masala. The smell of the gutka was overwhelming and I knew my mom hated it as she covered her nose while entering inside the car.

The whole ride to my Mamas house was quite awkward with Bahadur occasionally checking out my mom through the inside rear-view mirror and smiling sheepishly at her, even while she was looking. After the intense sex with those two college hooligans inside the train, my mom couldnt wear the same clothes that she was wearing then and had to change to a green sleeveless kurti, which exposed her shapely smooth creamy arms to the fullest and also provided a glimpse of hair underneath her untrimmed armpits; she was also wearing tight black leggings. She tried her best to adjust her kurti to look as modest as possible but the occasional stares from Bahadur were making her increasingly uncomfortable. She was constantly rubbing her exposed milky white arms in discomfort. Throughout this ride, I was wondering why my mother was acting so weird. She hardly noticed when someone angled her or someone stared at her lewdly. Why was she so uncomfortable and alerted by this pervert I felt there was more to this than what met the eye and besides, Karim Chacha mentioned that the driver was rehired. My question would be why was he fired in the first place and did it have something to do with my mom.

usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 04:14 PM

Anyways, we reached the house in about an hour. It was a two storey building and inside there were three rooms one for the servants, one was a guest room and the one on the second floor was for my Mama. He was elder to my mother by about 10 years, he was divorced with no children and was quite the nice guy. When we met him, we realized that he was a little sick and the doctors had given him medicine and said hed be okay within 3-4 days. He was thrilled to see us both. After having a lot of small talk about my studies and complaining about my moms ever-expanding saree and jewelry collection, my mom said, Babu, tui ektu niche giye dekh Karim Chacha ki ranna korche. Amar ektu tor Mamar songe joruri kotha bolar ache. (Babu, go downstairs and see what Karim Chacha is cooking. I need to speak privately with your Mama.) I was in fact curious to know what they would be talking about but I knew for sure that they would not discuss in front of me. So, I left the room and lightly closed the door behind me. But I didnt still leave for keeps. I stood outside the room and put my ear against the door, eavesdropping on what they were saying.

Tui ki kore oke abar firiye ante parli, re Bapi! (How could you bring him back again, Bapi), my mom asked her cousin brother in an angry tone.

Arey, Shikha, tui bujhishna! O bhul korechilo tokhon. Ekhon o shudre geche. (Shikha, you dont understand! He made a mistake that time. Now, hes changed for the better.), my Mama tried to explain.

Tor ki matha kharap naki Or opor bahubidho nari nirjatan er abhijog legechilo! Parar shobai oke doshi menechilo. O tar jonno jail o kheteche! Tui keno or saath dichis bolto (Are you crazy A lot of women complained of molestation against him! Everyone in the neighborhood called him guilty. He has even been to jail for molesting young women! Why are you taking his side now), she asked in a desperate tone. The situation was becoming more and more clear with this conversation.

Arey bolchi ekhon o aar ager moton nei. Parae ekhon karo theke ami ekhono porjonto kono kharap khobor paini or somporke. Tui oke ekta sujog diye dekh ekbar ki hoye. (Hey, Im telling you he is not the same person now. I havent heard a single complaint against him from anyone in the neighborhood in the past two years since I rehired him. Give him a chance and see for yourself.).

My mother, realizing that its pointless to make sense to a stubborn old man like my Uncle, decided to leave the conversation midway and stormed out of the room. Having no time to retreat however, as soon as she opened the door she saw me standing outside.

Tui ki korchis ekhane ekhono Toke bollam na ja giye dekhe aye Karim Chacha ki ranna korche dupurer jonno (What are you still doing here Didnt I tell you to go downstairs and see what Karim Chacha is making for lunch), she demanded an answer.

I thought I was busted. But immediately, I cooked up an answer. Ami dekhe eschi. Karim Chacha amae bollo Mama ke jigesh korte je uni ki khaben. Tai soddo soddo eschilam abong knock kortei jachilam jokhon tumi dorja khulle. (I did go. Karim Chacha told me to ask Mama what he would like for lunch. Thats why I just came here and was about to knock the door when you came out.)

Oh, tahle tui amader kotha sunis ni kichu (Oh, so you didnt hear what we were talking about)

Kiser kotha Thak, bhul hoegeche. Ami borong baire giye ghure ashi. (What talk Anyways, my mistake. Id rather go outside and take a walk.)

Realizing her mistake, my mother rubbed my cheeks and said, Na na Babu, bhul hoegeche, raag korena. Tomar jodi baire jete iche kore tahle obosshoe giye ghure esho. Ami totokhon tomar Karim Chacha ke ektu ranna-banna ayojon korte sahajo kore ashi. Thikache (No, no Babu, Im sorry, dont be angry. If you wanna go outside and take a walk, be happy to do so. Meanwhile, Ill help out your Karim Chacha in the kitchen. Ok)

Thikache. (Ok.), I said that and left.

As I stepped outside, I saw Bahadur sitting inside the car and reading some sort of magazine. He was too focused on the magazine to notice me coming towards the car. As I came closer, I noticed that while he was using one of his hands to flip the pages of the magazine as it rested against the steering-wheel, his other hand was down somewhere and was constantly going up and down in a stroking motion. I immediately knew what he was up to. I went closer and now I was standing just outside the car, beside the front seats on the passenger side. Bahadur hadnt noticed me creeping in as the windows were locked and as I peered closer, I was shocked at what I saw! Bahadur had zipped down his pants and his near 7-inch thick dark manhood was sticking proudly out of the little hole made in his pants as he furiously stroked on it while staring at the nude models in the magazine. My eyes almost popped out and my jaw dropped open.

For a full 30 seconds, I kept on staring at him jerking his meat. I couldnt see the models he was jerking off to but they looked kinda chubby rather than slim. At that very moment, I knew what his taste was! He was more into chubby full size beauties like my mom rather than skinny models. Before he could finish, I decided to intervene.

Knock! Knock!

I lightly banged on the window pane and in a flash, without even looking, he sprang his full hard-on back inside his pants and desperately shoved the magazine inside the cars drawer. Then he looked up and saw me and with one hand hiding his hard-on, he used his other hand to open up the windows. Almost immediately, the strong sweet-yet-pungent smell of the gutka hit me!

Kya hua Kuchu dorkar hoiche (What happened Do you need something), he asked, in a typical Bihari-cum-Bengali accent.

My jaw was still open and I was still staring into his covered manhood before he asked me this question. And immediately, I stammered, N-na, o-oi ek-ektu hath-te beriyechilam. (N-no, I j-just went out for a wa-walk.), I was still staring at his hard thickness as he tried to hide it with his left palm.

When he saw me staring at his fuckmeat, Im not sure what happened but he gave a wide smile and to my surprise, he stopped clutching at his manhood over-his-pants and said, Bazaar jaibe Humae ektu bazaar jaite hoibe. (Do you wanna go to the marketplace with me I have to go there to pick up a few things.).

I finally raised my head and looked at him, his creepy smile and the strong smell of gutka coming from his mouth made me feel dizzy. I was staring at him for a good 5 seconds, when he repeated, Bazaar jaibe Zyada time lagibe na. Sondhe hobar age wapis niye asbo. (Do you wanna go to the marketplace with me It wont take long. Youll be back before sundown.) Saying this, he opened the door to the front passenger seat and I reluctantly decided to sit down.

We left soon after and it seemed like a normal pleasant drive. I was sitting quietly for the first couple of minutes and as soon as we were out of the neighborhood, Bahadur started talking, Ki babua Kesan lagche hamar siliguri (So, son, tell me how you like our Siliguri)

The sweet intoxicating odor of the gutka was strongly emanating from his mouth and I again felt dizzy as I replied, Besh bhalo. Jaega ta kharap na. (Its quite good. Not too bad.)

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Haha! Pata tha babuar bhalo lagibe. (Haha! I knew youd like it, son.), he laughed. The conversation went on pretty normal until about 15 minutes in and then he started asking some very strange questions.

Toh babua, tumne dekha ki hum ka padh rahe the gadi me (So, son, did you see what I was reading in the car)

I was instantly stupefied by the question and I again started stammering. N-na, m-mane.ami o-otota kheyal korini. (N-no, I mean.I didnt see a thing.), I lied.

Hahaha! Sharma kahe rahe ho Gadi ka drawer khol ke dekho. (Hahahha! Why are you getting so embarrassed Open the drawer and see for yourself.)

Although I felt scared, I had a strong urge to listen to him and as I opened the drawer, my eyes popped out almost. It was a huge collection of nudie magazines, i.e. magazines of nude women both young and mature between the ages of 19 to 50. He occasionally kept glancing at me as I flipped through the pages with my eyes wide open and my cock slowly starting to rise.

Dekhat ho babua (Did you see, son), the drivers voice echoed through my ear

Ah-huh!, I said, barely able to lift my eyes off of the magazine. There were so many hot pictures of women either scantily clad giving sexy poses or completely nude and inviting.

Hahaha! Bahut ache! Lekin tum janat ho ke e toh sirf nangi models hain. Asal maal toh iske niche hain. (Hahaha! Very good! But these are just nude models. The real hot stuff is under here.). Saying that, he pulled out a mini scrapbook of sorts from the bottom of the drawer and handed it over to me. He asked me to go through pages and as I flipped through them, I was shocked by the fact that those pictures were actually real pictures of nude or semi-nude women taken very discreetly.

There was a picture of an aunty who was nearly 50 years old, who was only wearing her petticoat and she had her back turned towards the camera. Obviously she had no idea she was being photographed and the pictures were fairly recent. Her entire nude back was on display and her petticoat was somewhat wet, as a result it clearly showed off her heart-shaped chubby ass and the shape of her meaty things as the petticoat clung to the lower half of her body.

There was another picture of a young girl 19 to 20 years old changing into her underwear, again completely unwear she was being photographed. She was extremely hot with her fair-complexioned chubby frame and her big 34 size boobs stretching the fabric of her white bra. There were stretch marks of the sides of her belly which was somewhat folded.

There were about 20 more pictures in that scrapbook, each one more scintillating and vulgar than the others. As I reached the end of the scrapbook, I noticed my shaft was hard as a solid steel pole. And I looked up at Bahadur who glanced at me with an evil smile.

Humar ko ek aur cheez ki aisi hi tasveeren utarni hain! Ooh hain tumhar kareebi rishtedaar! (I need to take some pictures of another hot female stuff! And that female is a related to you!) At that point, my cock was rock hard and I was too excited to say no to whatever proposition he made after!

The excitement was great and I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. This ugly perverted driver of my uncle, wanted to take pictures of my sweet, homely, mature mother in various stages of undress. His smile was lecherous and his eyes were hungry with lust as he began talking about his experiences and about my mother.

Hum jab chote the na, tohar umar ke, tabse hum chup chup ke ladkiyan ke tasveeren nikalte rehte the. Unko ahiste ahiste kapde utarte dekhne me hume bahut mazaa awaat hain aur humar e lund. (When I was young, about your age, I used to discreetly watch women undressing and take their pictures. When I saw them slowly undressing, I used to get so horny and my dick.), as he said this, he gently but openly rubbed his dick over his trousers, .jhat se khada ho jawat hain! ( would get hard in an instant!). As he said this, I realized he was a voyeur (just like me!) who had been practicing his craft for a very long time. He continued, Lekin un dino me tohar mummy jaisi teekhi mirch koi nahi thi! (But, in those days, no one woman was such a hot pepper as you mother!). I gulped as I heard him start speaking about my mom in such a debasing way, referring to her as a teekhi mirch (hot pepper). Ekdin jab woh yahan ayi thi, tab ooh ko humne khidki se kapde badalte hue dekha tha apne kamde mein. Ufff kya lag rahi thi saali! Itne bade bade aam ke jaise rasile mamme aur maansal dhabdhaba pet, jiske bicho bich kuye jaise geheri naabhi! Jaise woh piche ghumti thi, uske mote mote gol gol chootad samne aa jaate the! Aur uski ghane balo se dhaki hui chooth! Aaaaah! (One day, when she was here, I was watching her from the window, changing her dress inside her room. Ufff, what a sight that bitch was! Such big juicy tits she had, just like ripe delicious mangoes, and her fleshy midriff, with a deep juicy navel in the middle! When she turned around, her fat, round, sexy butt-cheeks would be on display! And her tight little hairy pussy! Aaahh!), he let out a soft moan as he rubbed his hard-on with one hand while keeping the other on the wheel. Traffic was pretty slow so there was nothing to worry about. Us din kambaqt camera hamar paas nahi tha, warna kheech lete us randi ki bhi tasveeren!, (That day I forgot to bring the damned camera, otherwise I couldve easily taken her pictures and stored them in this scrapbook!).

It was so vulgar the way he was describing my sweet, caring mother, but as I listened to his degrading words, I felt the blood rush through the veins in my cock making it hard as iron. Suddenly, he looked at me and asked, Mummy ko nangi dekhat ho (Have you seen your mother naked). My cheeks immediately turned red with embarrassment and no matter how desperately I wanted to say no, the words that came out of my mouth were, Hain! (Yes!).

Bahadur let out an evil laughter and said, Ooh toh dekhoge hi. Itni teekhi maal jo hain! Waise kitne logan se chudwati hain pati ke alawa (That you mustve seen. Such a hot bitch she is! By the way, how many guys fuck her, other than her husband). This frigging driver was being so depraving. But, at the same time, he was making me so horny by the way in which he was chatting about my mom.

I was hesitant to answer that question, so the driver asked again, Bol na! Sharma kahe raha hain Yehan toh hum do logan ke alawa aur koi naahi hain. (Tell me! Why you so shy Theres no one here but the two of us.)

H-hain. Besh koyekjon er sathe. (Y-Yes. She has, with a few people.), I stammered and told the truth.

Hahahahah! Hum janat the! Itni tagdi randi ki pyaas ek lund se naahi bujh sakti! (Hahahha! I knew it! Shes such a big slut that one man can in no way quench her thirst.). I nodded nervously. Toh bol, kya woh chudegi humar se (So tell me, will she be willing to fuck me), he smiled and bared his yellow teeth, the stale smell of gutka still emanating from inside his mouth.

J-Jani na. (I dont know.), I stammered again.

Koi baat nahi. Tune itna bol diya ooh kaafi hain. Chal ab saaman leke ghar chale. (No worries. Youve said enough. Now, lets take all the stuff we need and go home.) We stopped at a local grocery store to buy some things and then drove back. On the way, he kept asking me more questions about my moms partners in the past and reluctantly, I told him about Shyam Uncle, our servant Haria, the milkman as well as the train journey last night. Not the entire story, but bits and pieces.

As we went home, my mom was shocked to learn that I had gone out with Bahadur. But I assured her he was as nice as anyone while discreetly smiling underneath. She was fine after that and I went into my room as it was getting dark.

In Siliguri, people actually go to bed by 9:00 PM. So, after dinner, I went to bed early, but at 10:00 PM I awoke to get a glass of water. As I was about to go downstairs, I saw my uncle softly speaking with someone in the hall. All the lights were turned off except for one lamp which barely was enough to light the living room. As I secretly looked down from the staircase, I noticed the shape of the guy who was there and I immediately knew who it was. It was Bahadur, my uncles driver! He was handing something that looked like a box to his owner and once that was over, he left.

I was curious to find out what it was and so I quietly went back to my room and waited for uncle to go back to his. Once he was inside and the door was locked, I slowly crept out of my room and reached the door to his, put my ear against the wooden frame and listened intently to what was going on. I heard some flickering noises and after a few minutes I heard two people speaking.

My initial reaction was that he was watching the TV. But as I listened intently, to my horror, I realized what he was actually watching! It sounded exactly like the conversation I had with Bahadur in the car! The bastard driver had taped the whole thing and apparently given the tapes to his master, my uncle! I was flabbergasted! All the secrets that I had shared with him were no longer secrets! My moms brother was now fully aware of what was happening in our family!

But the biggest shock was when I heard soft stiff moans from inside the room. Was this guy aroused by the fact that his sisters son was actually talking about her sexcapades to his perverted driver In an instant, I knew what was going on!

Uncle Bapi is also an incest cuckold! And he has fantasies about his own sister!

usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 04:17 PM

Chapter 38

Trip to car mechanic
That night I couldnt sleep properly. Vivid images of Uncle Bapi jerking off to my revealing chat with his driver about my hot, homely, mature mother, was flashing across my mind. I woke up the next morning feeling tired and horny.

When I came downstairs to the living room, I saw my mom serving tea to my uncle, who was sitting on the single-sofa. She was wearing a black colored casual silk nighty, the same kind she wore at home a sleeveless dress that fit tightly around her luscious figure and showed off her chubby creamy white arms. Same as she was in her own house, she was wearing neither a bra nor panties. As a result, her taut milk tanks were tightly held against the material with her tiny gbang-like nipples visibly pointed towards the front and the curve of her ass jut out lewdly, stretching against the fabric of the material. I was looking at her alluring visage while simultaneously keeping an eye on my uncles presumably roving eyes. After last night I was a bit cautious of his actions. But, after watching him for a while, I was surprised to see that he seemed least interested in ogling his mature, attractive sister or taking a stab at me for what he had heard on the tape last night. Instead, he was very casual, as if nothing had happened last night. I assumed he wasnt the kind of person who had an interest in having sex. Instead, he was the kind of guy who liked to watch people having sex, especially if she was a family member. Being an incest cuckold is one of the hottest fantasies that Ive had and Ive seen fulfilled in front of my eyes. And now, this perverted uncle of mine, and the brother of my mom, wants to experience the same. That being said, I pondered over what plans he might have had for bringing me and my mom here. Surely, it wasnt because he felt sick.

I would get my answer soon enough!

It was around mid-day. My mom was helping Karim Chacha in the kitchen, while my uncle was watching the news on television. Bahadur came in at around the same time. He was looking like a hooligan! His large bulky frame was dressed in a dirty old floral yellow shirt with the top two buttons ripped off, revealing his dark hairy chest. Beneath, he was wearing a shoddy black pair of trousers. But that wasnt even the worst part. He was drenched in sweat and oil and grease, making him look incredibly dirty. Buri khabar, malik. (Bad news, sir.), he spoke with his head held low, Hum subah se gadi repair karat hain, par usme kuch bohot hi gambhir kharabi awat hain. Khatara awaaz karat hain jabbhi chalat hain. Humko lagat hain ki ise mechanic ke paas leke jana howat. (Im trying to repair the car since morning, but it seems there are some major problems with it. Its making a weird noise while driving. I think we need to take it to the mechanic.).

Uncle Bapi took a few seconds to ponder over what his driver had just said and then replied, Acha, tahle niye ja mechanic er kache. Kintu amar sorrier ja obostha, ami hoyto jete parbo na. Ekta kaj koro. Shikha! (Alright then, take it to the mechanic. But Im way too worn out to come with you. Do one thing. Shikha!). The moment he called my mother, I was frozen stiff.

No sooner, she came into the living room and asked her brother what was going on. She was still wearing that same body-hugging tight nightgown and I saw Bahadurs eyes light up as soon as he saw her. His eyes almost bulged out of his socket and licked his sweaty lips with desire. However, as soon as my mom laid eyes on him, she frowned at the sight of this disgustingly dirty man in shoddy clothes. Shikha, tui ekta kaj korte parbi Gari ta thikmoton kaaj korche na, tai Bahadur oitake garage e mechanic er kache niye jache. Tui ektu or songe jete parbi, Uncle Bapi suggested. (Shikha, can you do me a favor The car is not working properly. Can you accompany Bahadur to the garage, so that the mechanic can fix it.).

My mom was shocked to hear that. Ki bolchis Amar koto kaaj ache ghore. Amae keno jete hobe (What are you saying I have so much work in the house Why do I have to go).

Uncle Bapi was clearly uncomfortable to say the reason in front of his driver, so he escorted my mom to the nearby study, so that they could speak in private. Of course, I followed them as well and stood outside the door to hear their conversation.

My mother was furious. Tui ki pagol hoechis! Amae keno or sathe pathachis Ami ki eishob korte tor barite eschi naki Tor gari theek korate (Are you crazy! Why are you sending me off with him Did I come to your house for this To fix your car).

But Uncle Bapi was as calm and cunning as ever. Arey dhur, tui bujhchis na keno Toke gari theek korte ke boleche Toke khali bolchi or sathe jete, jate o taka poishar kono gondogol na kore. Ami parle toh nijei jetam. Kintu upae ki ache (Why the hell can you not understand Did I ever tell you to fix my car I simply told you to accompany the driver to the garage, so that he doesnt get a chance to charge extra and embezzle money from me. If I could, then I would go in your place. But what choice do I have), he feigned a heavy voice to indicate he was getting emotional, Aaj jodi ami shustho thaktam tahle ki aar toke boltam (If I were healthy now, would I ask you to go)

My mother immediately felt shameful and lightly patted and hugged her brother to console him. Bhul hoegeche re bhai. Khoma kore de. Kintu tui bujhchis na, amar or sathe eka jete bhoy laage. (Sorry, little brother. Forgive me. But you have to understand, I am afraid to go alone with him.)

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Arey ete bhoyer ki ache (Whats to be afraid of), he shot back, Acha jodi tui comfortable na thakis or sathe eka jete, tahle tor cheleke ke niye ja. O tor kheyal rakhbe. (Ok, if youre not comfortable with going alone with the guy, then take your son. Hell take care of you.).

Or toh naki kal raat e bhalo ghum hoyni. (He said he didnt have a good sleep last night and was feeling tired.), she said, now concerned about my health.

Tate ko hoeche Garite ghumie nebe, back seat e. Keu ekjon thaklei toh holo. Ebar Karim Chacha ke pathano aar kauke na pathano soman. (So what He can sleep in the car, in the back seat. As long as someone is there, you should be fine. Now, sending Karim Chacha in his place, would be the same as sending you alone.)

Na, Karim Chacha ke lagbe na. Thikache. Bunty jabe tahle. Ami ghore giye ready hoye niche. (No, Karim Chacha is not the person I need. Bunty will be fine. Ill go to my room and get ready.)

Khub bhalo, Shikha. Aar ekdom chinta korish na, kichu hobe na. Bahadur ekhon shudhre geche. (Very good, Shikha. And dont worry at all, nothing is going to happen. Bahadur has changed for the better.) With that said, she walked up the stairs to the room. As she was climbing up the stairs, I saw the dirty perverted driver staring at her ass and licking his lips. I could well imagine his situation. As my mother wasnt wearing any panties, her plump hips were swaying in a wave-like motion as she steadily climbed the stairs of the house. At one point, her nighty got stuck in her ass-crack in an alluring manner and as a reflex, she unstuck them from her ass with her hand. A high-class lady acting in such a careless manner caused Bahadur to scratch his crotch over his trousers.

When we got to the car, my mom seemed a little apprehensive about climbing in. She was wearing a red color saree, with red blouse, modestly covering her massive jugs and only displayed a slight hint of cleavage which, however, was covered fully underneath her saree. The driver was still clad in that same old dress. The stench of his sweat mixed with the gutka that he was chewing, was as horrid as anything. My mom smelled it too and gave a fleeting look of disgust.

I was already in the backseat. Since my mom knew I wasnt feeling well because of the lack of sleep, she wanted me to sit in the back in order to catch some quick naps. Unknown to her, I was feeling really charged about this trip and the possibilities. I knew for sure there was a camera in here somewhere that was videotaping and that reminded of how Uncle Shyam made us rig our house, so that he could perversely view my sexy hot mother whenever he pleased.

She was lingering around the front door of the car for a long time, feeling more apprehensive by the second. Kya soch rahat ho, madam Gari me aajao. (What are you wondering, madam Get in the car.), he said, while my mom was standing there holding the door. The way he said Gari me aajao. (Get in the car.), was very rude and abrasive, even by his low standards. But my mom was too scared to protest.

She finally got in the car and she sat glued to the window, on the front seat.

The driving stretch was not at all smooth. The roads were littered with potholes and bumps, so the car was jerking violently. As a result, even though my mom was sitting against the window, the jerking caused her to continuously bounce around and shift positions inside the car. The jerking was also causing her massive jugs to bounce seductively like two bowling balls and I noticed in the rear-view mirror that even Bahadur was stealing glances at her heavy bouncing titties, from time to time. The motion of her massive melons were also causing her pallu to shift occasionally from its position and each time, before falling completely off her scrumptious blouse-covered breasts, she would grab the pallu and secure it in place. Bahadurs eyes grew wide each time she did that and the slight anticipation of having a peek of that deep valley between my mothers milky jugs made him lick his gutka-stained lips.

Ouch!, my mom cried in pain. After traveling nearly a kilometer, due to the constant jerking of the car, my mother was getting continuously banged against the side of the door.

Memsahib, darwaje se chipak ke baithne se kuchu naahi hoga. Aap balki thoda hamar side aakar baithie. Warna mechanic ke paas pahunchte pahunchte aapka toh bharta banai ho jaiga! (Madam, theres no use staying stuck against the front-door. It would serve you better if you move closer to my side. Otherwise, by the time we get to the mechanic, youll be too hurt to even move out of the car!), he said in a loud voice.

My mom saw sense in what this low class driver was saying and decided to shift completely towards his side. Unknown to her at that point, her saree-covered plump thighs were now in direct contact of the gear stick. In this treacherous terrain, it was important for Bahadur to constantly change gears as he drove. For the first instance, Bahadur kept his right hand on the steering wheel and with his left hand, he roughly grabbed the gear-stick. As a result, his fingers lightly brushed against the hem of her saree, around her thighs. My moms immediately reaction was to move her thigh away from his thick hairy fingers. But then, she realized it mustve just been a mistake and even Bahadur made no sudden reactions. So, she again pressed her saree-clad thighs against the gear-stick, while looking back to see what I was doing.

By that time, I was resting my head against the back of the seat and pretended to sleep. Although, I was still peeping occasionally to see what was going on.

Mom turned ahead again. We had moved into a section of the road now where the number of bumps was less. However, there were still the occasional potholes to watch out for. The driver continued to switch gears every now and then and everytime he did, his hand lightly brushed against the hem of her saree. My mother was no longer protesting to that since it seemed only normal that he would have to change gears and it wasnt his fault that she was in the way. After driving for about 5-10 minutes more, Bahadur, in the pretext of reaching for the gear-stick, suddenly grabbed my mothers plump right thigh. In an instant, she pushed his rough hands away and jolted to the other side of the seat.

Oh, sorry, Memsahib. Hume khama karna. Hum galti se o ki thigh pakad liye. (Oh, sorry, Madam. Please forgive me. I grabbed your thigh by mistake), he grinned sheepishly when he noticed the horrified expression on her face.

Ager theke kheyal rekho! (Watch out next time!), she said angrily, but with a soft voice so as to not wake me.

Zaroor, Memsahib. (Sure, madam.), his sheepish grin never left his face.

My mom was now more careful of his touches. She no longer sat in contact with the gear-shaft and was careful not to let him brush his fingers against her anymore. After another 2-3 minutes however, they stumbled on another pothole and for a split second, my mothers pallu was completely off her bosom. Her deep cleavage was now clearly visible against the red seductive blouse. Bahadur looked at that for a second and almost lost control over the car. My mom, however, immediately covered it.

But that little show was enough for him to get slightly aroused. He kept stealing furtive glances at her modestly covered mammaries while simultaneously keeping his focus on the road. I knew what he was thinking. If there was only some way he could convince my apparently prudish sexy mother to allow him to touch her, all his dreams would come true.

We were now entering into another neighborhood. The roads were smooth here but there was another problem. It seemed that this was a very rough neighborhood. We could see a lot of loafers on the street, doing their rounds; a group of middle-aged men huddled together at the side of the street and smoking weed; a bunch of young college-goers whistling and hooting at passing women. Khidki utha lijiye memsahib. (Pull up your windows, madam.), he whispered, Ooh logan ne agar aaphuko do dekhat liya toh ghajab hoi jawo! (If these people see you, then all will be lost.)

Mane (Meaning), my mom asked surprised.

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Aap abhi tak naahi samjhe E jagah chor, lootere aur badmaasho se bhari pari hain. Eeha kuch bhi ho sakat hain. (You still didnt understand This whole place is rotted with thieves, robbers and criminals. Anything can happen here.), he said with a deep whispering voice, as if to scare her.

And it worked! My mother immediately pulled up the windows. Even I felt a little scared going around this type of neighborhood, but I dared not open my eyes. They still thought I was asleep and decided to speak in whispers.

Tumi ei rhasta diye aste gele keno, jokhon janoi eta kharap jayga (Why did you come through this place when you know its bad), she asked, half-annoyed and half-scared.

E toh shortcut hain. (This is a shortcut.), he said, casually.

My innocent mother couldnt say anything beyond that. She just kept quiet and hoped that they would pass this neighborhood soon. But, I noticed, that the driver was driving at a very slow pace. He had something evil in mind for sure, is what I understood.

And soon enough, he said, Memsahib, log hamar gari ko dekh rahat hain. Isse pehle ki hamar ko koi roke aur aapko cherne ki kosis kare, hame kuch karna chahiye. (Madam, people are looking at us. Before anyone tries to stop us and molest you, we should do something.)

As I was looking at the rear-view mirror, I saw my mom looking at him with fearful eye. Ki korbo amra (What will we do), she asked innocently.

Toh suniye, memsahib. Hum dono ko kuch der ke liye miya-biwi ban ke gari me chalna hoga, jab tak hum iss mohole se na gujre. (So, listen up, Madam. We have to act as husband and wife inside this car for sometime, until we cross this neighborhood.), he said with such seriousness, it was almost hard to doubt him.

Ki! (What!), my mother almost yelled, but she realized I was sleeping at the back, so she calmed herself.

Ghabraiye mat. Main aapko chodne ki baat thodi kar raha hoon! (Dont be scared. Im not asking you to let me fuck you!), he said chodne (fuck) so casually that I was amazed by his boldness.

Even my mother appeared flabbergasted. Esob ki bolcho Ami jani tumierroita korar jonno amae bolcho na. Kintu ami tobuo ekjon er bou. Tomar sathe kikore bibahito howar natok korbo (What are you saying I know you didnt ask me to.err.do that thing. But Im still married to someone else. How can I pretend to be your wife), she stammered when she said oita (that thing). I loved how my sweet homely mother couldnt bear herself to say fuck or sex right away, since inside she felt she was still a devoted wife.

Aise! (Like this!) Without warning, he suddenly removed his left hand from the steering wheel and placed it round my mothers neck over her shoulder, and then forcibly pulled her towards the drivers side of the seat. I was surprised by his strength as he pulled her close towards his body and she almost fell on his torso.

Arey, ki korcho esob (Hey, what are you doing), she said annoyed. She wanted to push him away, but suddenly realized that it wouldnt be a smart idea since he might lose control of the car. So, she simply stayed in that position for a minute, keeping a separation between her milky blouse-covered boobs and his torso with her right arm.

I could see the discomfort in her expression, as she struggled to keep her balance and also deal with this smelly, dirty brute. He kept his left hand on her shoulder, slowly encircling around the blouse-covered skin and openly caressing her there. Passer-bys noticed what was going on and some even hooted, but no one stopped them. So, I guess my mom was feeling relieved that at least no one bothered to stop them and she thought Bahadurs ploy mightve been working.

His hand was hung very awkwardly, inches away from my mothers juicy melons. Soon, the perverted driver wasnt satisfied with just rubbing my mothers shoulders. So, time and again, I could clearly make out that he was deliberately brushing his hand on the tip of her saree-clad breasts. I think she was too scared of the neighborhood vibe to protest this drivers illicit advances.

We came to a crossing and Bahadur took a left turn on the road. From the rear-view mirror, I could clearly see his fingers grasping my mothers entire left breast and his palm resting on the firm flesh over her sari and blouse. Mmphh!, naturally my mother sighed a little bit loudly and immediately tried to remove his rough manly hand off her breast.

Almost instantly, the driver murmured, Haath mat hataiye memsahib. Koi dekh lega toh shaq ho jayega use ki hum miya-biwi naahi hain. (Dont move my hand, madam. If someone sees, then they will suspect that we are not husband and wife.) He sounded so absurd when he said that, yet my mother was too scared of the locals now to distrust him. So, she allowed him to openly grope her mammaries. I bet she felt Bahadur was her only protection against these goons outside the car, since she didnt want me facing them. I was still pretending to be sleep, snoring loudly so she knew.

Since now my mom was willingly allowing this dirty pervert to feel around her neck and her massive saree-blouse clad tits, he got even bolder. She was virtually pasted to his body the way he had embraced her and now was openly squeezing her left breast over her sari. But this wasnt the end of it. To mine and my mothers utter shock, the next moment I found him slowly slipping her pallu down off her shoulder to her lap.

When Bahadur attempted to pull her pallu down, my mom tried a meek protest. Arey, please eishob koro na. (Hey, please dont do this.), she pleaded.

Memsahib, hum toh aapki bhalai ke liye ee sab kar raha hoon. Aam hamar saat safe hain. Aap chahat hain ka ke aapko ee gunda log uthaike le jawat (Madam, I am doing all this for your own good. Youre safe with me. Do you want to let these goons take you) My mom looked around to validate what he was saying and we indeed were still in that rough neighborhood. Truth be told, I sort of knew what was going on. This scheming perverted driver was slowly taking us round and round around the same neighborhood, through different turns. Since my mom had very poor navigational skills, she had absolutely no idea about this evil drivers plans. She was literally a pawn in this assholes hands.

My mother had no choice now but to let this dirty, smelly bastard have his way with her. Within seconds, her pallu was off her heaving breasts and was resting on her lap. I could see Bahadurs eyes growing wide as he stared at her mammies steadily rising and falling as she breathed. My mom didnt even notice him staring; she was just concerned whether passer-bys or passing vehicles were watching her.

B-Bahadur, jodi lokjon dekhe ney tahle ki bhabbe (Bahadur, what will people think when they see us like this), she stammered, while Bahadur was drinking in the vision of her beautiful breasts heaving.

Toh logan yehi sochenge ke miya-biwi pyaar kar rahe hain, memsahib. Tabh koi humar ko pareshaan nahi karega. (Then people will think that husband-wife are making love. Then no one will dare to disturb us.) The bastard had an answer for everything.

Kintu ami bibahito! Aar amar chele pechoner seat e boshe ache! (But Im married! And my son is sitting at the back-seat!)

Ooh toh geheri neend mein howat. Aur agar aap chahat ho ki woh soye rahe toh ee natak toh jaari rakhna hoega. Aap naahi chahte na ke aapka beta in gundo se lade (Hes in a very deep sleep. And if you want him to remain asleep then you have to continue with this drama. You dont want him to fight these goons, right)

My innocent mother turned away and shook her head.

Taking that as a sign, he again moved his left hand round my mothers neck over her shoulder and lowered it to her breasts. Now, he had begun fondling her tits just over her modest blouse and bra. His hand was now very much prominent over my moms breasts and the tight feeling of her massive hillocks must have boosted him further!

Chinta maat kijiye memsahib. Humoo aapko surakshit rakhenge. (Dont worry, madam. Ill keep you safe.). Saying that, the perverted driver slipped his left hand straight inside my mothers blouse and started moving his fingers on her dense boob flesh!

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!, my mother gasped. Not too loud, but enough to alarm him and force him to take his hand out. My mom stared at him angrily and reminded him, Tumi shobbhotar shob shima paar kore dicho! (Youre crossing all limits of decency.).

Ee sab toh karna parta hain memsahib, warna logan ko shaq howi jawe. (This needs to be done, madam. Otherwise, people with become aware.)

Kintu jara baire theke dekhche tara ki bhabbe (But what about the people who are watching from outside What will they think), she asked. Actually, a couple of cars and a truck passed us and I was sure the drivers of those vehicles must have noticed what was going on in this car! That is why she was more concerned.

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This annoyed Bahadur to no end and showed my mother his fiercer side, Ufff phir wahi baat! Abhi aap chup rahiye aur hume jo karna hain karne dijiye! Warna yahi aise hi nikal denge hum aapko aur aapke gadi se! (Ufff same thing again! Now, just shut up and let me do my thing! Otherwise, Ill throw you and your son out of this car in this condition itself!), he said sternly.

My mother was taken aback by his harshness. She looked behind to see if I was still sleeping, and surely enough, I kept my eyes shut (even though my cock was rock hard!). Then, she looked timidly at Bahadur who now had bloodshot eyes. Now, my mom was really scared! Her driver had just threatened to throw herself and her son out into the dangerous streets. Suddenly she felt as afraid of being in the car as out there and she was regretting defying him.

Seeing that my mom was scared, Bahadur decided to calm down and said, Maaf kijiye ga, memsahib. Wahi ek hi cheez sun sun ke kaan pak gayo. Galti hogayi. Par hum jo bhi karat hain aaphun aur aapke betan ki bhalai ke liye karat hain. (Forgive me, madam. Hearing the same thing for so long was making my ears bleed. It is my mistake. But whatever I am doing is for yours and your sons safety, believe me.). He sounded so sincere that I think even my mother melted.

There were still some odd looking people going around in the neighborhood streets, so she said, Th-Thikache, koro. (Fine, do it.)

As soon as she said that, the cunning ugly driver put his left hand around her and embraced her almost in a hug. He started feeling her breasts over her blouse again and my mature, hot mother cooperated with his move. She was very mechanical. She shifted her body more towards him, thrusting her big breasts and evidently the dirty pervert was overjoyed and readily started cupping and caressing her tits over her red silk blouse. I could literally see goosebumps all over her neck and could almost hear her racing heart. The feel of rough male hands on her breasts mustve aroused her as well. She was breathing deeply now and I believe Bahadur was enjoying fondling her massive heaving mammaries, as any male would to grope a 40-year-old matured woman like this unhindered! Surprisingly his control over the steering wheel with his right hand was amazing, even in the midst of this much sexual tension.

Seconds later, he again gently shoved his left hand inside her blouse.

Unghhhhh!!, came my mothers soft voice as she felt his rough hands slowly graze over her creamy smooth skin. From the movement of his hands, I could clearly make out that his fingers were copiously groping her tight boob flesh. The way he was moving and wobbling his fingers inside her blouse made me seriously concerned about her blouse and bra hooks. I wondered if they would tear off on their own if this continued.

Memsahib, ek baat kahun (Madam, shall I tell you something), he asked, in between caresses.

Mmmhmmm, my mom moaned in approval, as she closed her eyes and felt his manly hands continue to fondle her womanly breasts. Instinctively, with her left hand, she was also slowly rubbing her pussy area over her saree and petticoat.

Aapkan mamme toh bohot hi badiya hain. (Your tits are superb.), he said with a sheepish grin. My mom did not reply. Instead, she just kept giving slow moans to his rough touches. Agar aap bura na mane toh ek baat kahein (If you dont mind, can I ask you something), he got no answer so he continued, Aapke mamme dabate dabate hum bohot uttejit ho gaye hain. Aap apne garam mulayem haathon se hamar garam hard lund ko daba dengi (Ive gotten really excited by pressing and fondling you boobs. Can you use your warm soft hands to caress my hot hard-on as well)

My mom was in no state to protest. And I believe, she felt she owed him a favor after the driver had supposedly protected her from these supposed goons. So she said meekly, Thikache. Kintu amar chele jano na uthe jae. (Fine. But my son mustnt wake up.).

Chinta mat kijiye, memsahib. Woh geheri neend mein hain. Dekhiye abhi bhi kharraten maar raha hain. (Dont worry, madam. He is in deep sleep. ) My mom looked back at me to check once more whether I was asleep, and to satisfy, I kept on snoring with my eyes closed.

Satisfied, she nodded her head at Bahadur and the latter was super-excited. He found a deserted alleyway in between two closed-up departmental stores and parked his car there, but kept the engine running. Immediately after that, the perverted driver turned around to face my sweet homely mother as she nervously stared down at the gear-shaft. He quickly shifted closer towards her and put his arms around her, in a tight embrace. He kept that pose for a few seconds as my mother shifted uncomfortably in her seat mainly because of the the disgusting odor of his sweat and gutka mixture all over his body. But, finally she resented by raising her hands towards his neck and embracing him as well, making it all the more easier for him to access her bust flesh unrestricted.

The perverted driver was trying to cup her big firm mammaries with both palms. Personally, I was getting very hard, listening to the shifts and moans inside the car and by also taking occasional glances, when I knew my mom was distracted. Even though the repulsive smell of his body odor would be enough to put anybody off, I think my mom was somehow slowly getting turned on by it.

I believe the cunning driver could see it as well and watching her defenseless state, he was gaining in confidence. The bastard was taking control very fast and quite emphatically, as he slid off my moms left bra strap from her shoulder inside her blouse and as a result, her bra cup was miserably loose on that breast enabling him to abundantly enjoy that special loose feel of her tit though she was technically still wearing the bra. The fact that this was a desolate alleyway was the only reprieve for her. Then, he pushed his right hand well inside my mothers blouse and cupped her bra-covered breast!

Ahhhhhhh!, my mother moaned in surprise and ecstasy. But things were going out of control and she needed to act fast, before she too would give in to her womanly desires. I knew that to tackle this hungry lowborne bastard, she had to be shameless to the limit.

My moms mightve suddenly remembered the purpose of them coming into this dark alleyway. She quickly got into a better posture and reached for the perverted drivers trouser zip! His manhood was standing like a pole inside his brief and without wasting a second she started pulling down the zip.

Arghhhhh!!, The driver growled in ecstasy and was about to moan loudly, but then in order to stop him, my mom did the unthinkable! She suddenly planted her soft wet lips on his dark rough engorged lips, in the form of a kiss. The drivers eyes grew wide with excitement as he thrust his tongue inside her wet mouth and began kissing her deeply. Although the smell inside his mouth mustve been terrible, my mom had no choice to continue now that things had already gotten this far. However, she continued to use her agile fingers to quickly pull out his cock from the slit of his underwear, through his open trouser zip.

The sight of his cock was unbelievable! It was at least 9 inches long and 3 inches thick! Huge for any normal man! My moms eyes grew wide as she felt it in her palm. Bahadurs hands didnt stop either. The man responded to by moms touches on his hard dick by cupping her breasts firmly, massaging them with his hands.

My mom then disengaged from the French kiss but continued to occasionally lick and smooch his lips, which he was thoroughly enjoying! The drivers vulgar method of molesting her was making her thoroughly embarrassed and her blood was gushing through her vessels making her shiver in pure ecstasy. She continued to stroke his warm naked shaft very expertly and saw it slowly gaining its full size. She pressed on the entire length of his erect penis and poked on its head with her thumb.

My mother stroked his hard-on very sincerely and allowed the perverted driver to caress her semi-naked jiggling breasts over her loosely hung bra-and-blouse. She continued it for so long that it became almost impossible for Bahadur to hold back his juices. The result was sweet as honey as she soon found him shaking in delight and elation as his whole body shook and he tried to hug her while warm white fluid gushed out of his cock and covered my mothers fingers.

After that, both Bahadur and my mom took a few minutes to rest and especially my mother took some time to adjust her saree and bra-and-blouse. We soon left the alleyway and the neighborhood for the mechanics garage. I was excited and was hoping this would happen again on the way back!

But first, we had to see what the mechanic would say about the car and my Mom!

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usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 04:27 PM

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By the time we reached the garage, I was actually asleep. So, my mother had to wake me up with a few shoves and nudges. When I opened my eyes, I saw that for the most part she had straightened herself up. Her hair was no longer disheveled; she had adjusted her red blouse-and-bra appropriately and covered her heavy bosom with her saree, so now she was once again looking prim and proper. However, looks aren’t everything. The smell of Bahadur’s sweat and his cum was still somewhat evident. Even though the stickiness in her left hand was gone, her palm still had the strong odor of sex. She tried her best to hide her shame, but the expression on her face gave it all away.

Bahadur was already inside the car garage when we entered. He was waiting for one of the mechanics at the desk. The garage was the same as any regular car repair shops. It was a huge space inside a warehouse with rows of workstations, each of them either with a fresh car or a damaged car or a broken down car or just plain empty. My mother and I went up to Bahadur and I asked him, ”Ki go, kothon lagbe” (“Hey, how long will this take”)

When Bahadur turned towards me to answer, I saw that his face was drained from cumming so hard in my sweet submissive mother’s hands. “Mechanic abhi aa rahat hain chote sircar.” (“The mechanic is on his way, chote sircar.”), he replied.

Literally a minute after he said that, the mechanic appeared. From a distance, he seemed familiar and when he got closer, me and my mom’s jaws dropped when we recognized him. “Arey! Tumi Kakababu’r bhaipo na” (“Hey, aren’t you Kakababu’s nephew”), my mom asked him with shock and amazement.

Even he was flabbergasted to see us. “Boudi, apni” (“Bhabhi, you”), his voice was as heavy as ever. It was Haripada - our neighborhood tailor’s nephew! Just to recap, he was the same lowborne guy who had molested my mom in the pretext of taking her measurements (Read: The visit to the tailor), during our visit to Kakababu’s tailor shop, a few months ago. He was big and brutish as the day we had first seen him; a huge bear of a guy – close to six feet tall – with bulging muscles and tufts of body hair encompassing his massive frame. The huge man’s face was as ugly as ever – adequately covered in boils and his beard poking out like little sharp needles. He was wearing a blue-colored uniform which clung to his sweaty body and smelly body. Other than that, he was speckled in oil and grease stains, as all mechanics should be. When he came in front of us, I briefly caught his hungry eyes scanning my mother’s entire body from head to toe.

My mom’s expression turned to revulsion at the very sight of him. “Kintu tumi toh Kakababu’r dokan e kaaj korte, darji hishebe. Ekhane mechanic er kaaj shuru korle kobe theke” (“But you were working as a tailor in Kakababu’s shop. How did you end up as a mechanic here.”), she asked.

Haripada laughed, bearing his disgusting moss-covered teeth. “Mama’r kaaj amar khub ekta poshachilo na, tai ekhane desher barite chole eschi aar mechanic hishebe ei garage e kaaj korchi. Apni ki korchen ekhane” (“I wasn’t liking my uncle’s job after a while, so I came back to my hometown and now I’m working as a mechanic in this garage. What are you doing here”)

“Amar ek attiyor barite eschi.” (“I’ve come to a relative’s place.”), she said with a fake smile.

Haripada looked at Bahadur. “Achi tarah se ghuma ke le ke aye na bhabhi ko tumhar gadi mein” (“Did you give Bhabhi a nice hard ride on her way here”), he asked with a wry smile.

“Haan, acchi tarah se.” (“Yes, very nice and hard.”), Bahadur winked and had the same wry grin on his face as Haripada. Their casual smiles obviously had a deeper and more vulgar meaning to it than what it sounded. Of course, my mom couldn’t catch any of it.

From the looks of it, Bahadur and Haripada were friends. How ironic that the driver who had just molested my mom on the way to this garage and the tailor-turned-mechanic who had molested her as well months ago, were such great friends.

The next few minutes were uneventful as Haripada asked our driver a few questions regarding the car, like “what had happened” and “any noise the car had been giving prior to its problem”, etc. The driver replied to most of his questions in a normal style. In the meantime, my mom was settled on a nearby chair. I noticed from her expression that she was highly nervous about being in a garage filled with strangers who kept stealing glances at her ripe, mature body and the fact that her two big molesters were also part of her present company. After the brief chat with Bahadur, Haripada went to work on the car. He opened the hood and was going over every inch of the car, using all the tools – screwdriver, hex keys, wrenches, pliers, etc. – that were available in his toolbox.

Bahadur was standing beside him, monitoring the fixes and also chatting casually. It was hard to hear what they were talking about because the garage was so much noisy, with sounds of hammering and sheet cutters and all the clanky noises that one hears in every garage. But, once in a while, they would laugh and look back at my mom and myself, and give sly knowing smiles to each other. No doubt, they were chatting about each of their experiences with my mother. Haripada was probably telling our driver about our trip to the tailor shop months ago and how he had taken measurements of her luscious body, while Bahadur must’ve been sharing his recent experiences with my mom inside the car, on the way to the garage.

After nearly an hour, my mom felt restless as neither of them were telling her what was wrong with the car and how long it would take to fix. So, after another few minutes, she walked towards the place where the car was being fixed, to recheck Haripada’s progress and also to find out how long it would take him to provide any information on the problem. Bahadur turned around and the tailor-turned-mechanic took his head out of the hood to reply. His ugly face seemed even dirtier now that it was dotted with dark greasy spots, his chest was heaving and beads of sweat were sliding down his large hairy chest. “Boudi, garite prochur samasya ache. Ami koyekta jinis thik kore felechi, kintu aaro onek kichu theek kora baaki ache.” (“Bhabhi, there’s a lot of issues with this vehicle. I’ve tackled some of the stuffs, but there are so many others to fix.”)

My mother gave a sigh of exasperation. “Kintu ete khorcha toh onek hobe, tai na” (“But this will cost a lot of money, right”).

“Haan, memsahib. Kharcha toh kaafi hoga.” (“Yes, madam. That would be very expensive.”), Bahadur replied, almost instantly.

Haripada followed suit. “Hain boudi. Jodio Bapi Da amader ei garage er purono customer aar uni prae amader theke discount paan, ei garir pechone ja khorcha seta onek.” (“Yes, Bhabi. Even though Bapi Da is our regular customer and we do give him discounts from time to time, fixing this car would cost a fortune.”)

Something smelled fishy from their conversation, but I decided to let my mother speak and not interfere. In truth, I was getting excited by the prospect of her falling into one of their traps. “T-Tahle ki kora jae” (“Then what do we do”), she asked confusedly.

“Memsahib, saab ko bilkul eeh baat achi nahi lagegi ke hum itna kharcha kar kea aye gadi ke upar.” (“Madam, sir will not like it when he hears that we had to spend so much money on the car.”), Bahadur said with an air of false fear. Forget that, we didn’t even have the money to pay such a huge amount, I thought.

“Tahle upae ki ache Haripada, ami ki kichu korte pari khorcha komanor jonno” (“Then what do we do Haripada, is there anything I can do to cut down the price further”), my innocent mother asked.

The cunning driver and the shrewd mechanic looked towards each other and gave a slight smirk. “Hain, hoyto ekta upae thakte pare…kintu seta alochona korar jonno apnake amader garage er office e cholte hobe.” (“Yes, there might be a way…but for discussing that, you have to come to our office inside the garage.”).

I knew this would happen! My mom looked at me in despair, as if she wanted me to say something. I decided that I had to say something at least. “Ki hoeche tate Jao kotha bole asho. Ete jodi khorcha kome jae tate toh amaderi bhalo.” (“So what happened Go and talk to them, its okay. If that lowers the cost, then it’s good for us, right”), I said nonchalantly, but inside I was smiling with joy and excitement.

My mom seemed to understand that it was just a private chat that they would be having in the office. Nothing to be scared about. “Thikache, cholo.” (“Fine, let’s go.”), she said to them.

“Daran, gadi ta theek kore di, tarpor jabo.” (“Wait, let me fix the car and then we’ll go.”)

When the car was fixed and ready to rumble, Haripada signaled that now was the time to go to the office to work out a deal. He led my mother and our driver to a room at the corner of the building. The reason that Haripada gave for bringing in the driver was that since my mom wasn’t knowledgeable in the subject of the mechanics of a car, they would need Bahadur to translate the finer details and work out an agreement.

In truth, I was aware that something was not right and that my sweet innocent homely mother was about to experience something she had never experienced in her life! The thought of that caused butterflies to flutter inside my stomach. As soon as they entered the room through the large wooden door, Haripada lowered the blinders and completely shut them off. Before locking the door, they hung a “Do Not Disturb” sign around the doorknob. Now, I felt a little scared! The walls were thick and the windows were sealed, so now there was no way for me to find out what was happening inside those closed doors.

While they were inside, I saw some of the mechanics stealing furtive glances towards me and grinning sheepishly. Their erratic stares were making me slightly uncomfortable and I couldn’t help but think how they must’ve felt I was stupid to let my mother go inside the room alone with two other men. I was feeling scared and excited at the same time and my stomach was in knots, with the though of what might be happening inside those closed doors. I wondered what this cunning ugly perverted driver and this brutish beast of a mechanic were doing to my mother.

usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 04:28 PM

I waited almost 30 minutes, writhing in anticipation of when they would open the door and come out. Finally, my silent pleas were heard and the door opened. When I saw my mother, I was shocked at her apparently disheveled visage. Her hair was completely in shambles, the kaajal (kohl – black colored eye cosmetic) appeared to be smeared all across her cheeks and there were also some speckles of some sticky transparent substance on her cheeks, forehead, nose and parts of her neck. Her saree was dbangd around her entire body very awkwardly and she was desperately holding it together. The thing that concerned me the most was the fact that she was walking in spaghetti legs – very wobbly and very steadily – as if she was hurting. She walked past me without making any sort of eye contact and went straight to the car, entering the backseat.

A few seconds later, I saw both Haripada and our driver emerge from the same room with satisfied expressions on their faces. They both seemed exhausted yet they were looking at each other and smiling sheepishly.

“Theek hain, Bahadur. Tohri gaadi theek ho chuki hain. Ab nikal idhar se.” (“Ok, Bahadur. Your car is fixed. Now get the hell outta here.”), the big brute said jokingly as Bahadur entered the driver’s seat. I too joined in on the front seat now, since the backseat was being occupied by my seemingly upset mother. “Boudi, abar ashben garage e aar ei sadharon manush ke apnar sheba korar sujog deben.” (“Bhabhi, come back soon to our garage and let this humble servant of yours satisfy your needs again.”), he commented with a wink and a pretentious smirk. My mother completely ignored him and looked in the other direction. I wondered what had happened to make her so upset.

The mechanic and the driver exchanged knowing smiles at each other and then we zoomed off!

When we got back to the bungalow, my mom slowly but briskly rushed to her room and locked the door from the inside. Uncle Bapi tried to call her, but she simply ignored his words. She had an attached bathroom inside her bedroom and I could almost hear the shower running. She must be freshening up, I thought.

Meanwhile, Bahadur explained to Uncle Bapi that the cost of repairs was minimal and he was able to get everything done with what the good uncle had provided. I was still curious as to what had happened inside that garage office room that gave my mother such a strange appearance and made her so upset. The possibilities of what might have happened were making me shudder in anticipation and ecstasy.

I didn’t realize however that I would soon find out the graphic details!

My sweet homely mother had been very quiet since the night we came back from the garage. It had been two days since then. She had been having her meals in solitude and rarely speaking to either me or Uncle Bapi unless we asked her a question. This was adding more layers to my curiosity. However, I didn’t want to ask Bahadur and I certainly couldn’t ask my mom. I wanted to maintain my image of a sweet innocent son I front of her eyes. I figured there was no way of knowing the truth and finally decided to give up.

Two days before we were going to leave, Uncle Bapi and my mom were downstairs having dinner while I was upstairs in my room watching some incest porn. I didn’t feel even the least bit aroused even while watching the most scintillating of scenes because all of that paled in comparison to the acts of depravity that I had witnessed my mom being subjected to in the last few months. Still, I needed some form of visual stimulation, so I continued to watch those dull videos. Just then, I heard Uncle Bapi’s voice calling my name.

“Bunty! Oi Bunty! Ja amar ghor diye ektu chosma ta niye aay toh!” (“Bunty! Hey Bunty! Go to my room and fetch my glasses for me, please!”), he yelled.

“Anchi!” (“Fetching!”), I yelled back. It was such a bad timing. But to be honest, my dick really wasn’t getting anywhere by watching these lame videos. So, I trotted to Uncle Bapi’s room, to fetch his glasses. His room was quite neat and tidy, mainly because Karim Chacha cleans it almost everyday. There was a large flat-screen TV atop an end table (table with drawers), directly opposite to the bed. My curiosity piqued and I decided to have a look inside. When I opened the drawer and peered in, I saw a bunch of CDs. Each of those CDs had a date on them and a name! One was Antara – Dated 03/10/2012, there was another one Bipasaha – Dated 04/22/2012,…so on and so forth! As I surfed through the entire collection, I came across three CDs that shocked me to the core. One was dated on the same day we came to Siliguri and the other two were dated for the same day we went to the garage! And the name on top of that was Shikha – my mother! I was shocked! I knew that Uncle Bapi had his car wired and I knew for sure one of the videos would depict whatever happened in the car that day with my mom jerking Bahadur off. But I wondered was: what was the other CD for

“Kire, kotokhon laage tor ekta chosma ante!” (“Hey how long will you take to bring a pair of glasses!”), Uncle Bapi yelled again!

usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 04:29 PM

Startled, I quickly put the CDs back inside the drawer – all except one! I tucked the CD that I couldn’t recognize inside my shirt, grabbed the glasses that were on the bedside table and went downstairs to deliver them to Uncle Bapi. My mom had finished dinner by then and was cleaning the dishes inside the kitchen. I made no contact with her and quickly darted to my room. My laptop was already on. I closed the window that was showing the incest video, pushed in the CD and ran it!

When I played it, I noticed something odd. It wasn’t the inside of the car or anywhere in the house. It appeared to be an untidy office room. It had a large desk whose top was covered with thick oakwood. There was a large cushioned office chair behind the table where the 'boss' would probably sit and a couple of smaller cushioned chairs at the opposite end of the table. There was also a worn out couch in one corner of the room. There was a really old computer on the table which I could guarantee no one ever used. It was more a piece of furniture to make this make shift room look like an office. The walls of the room were covered with posters of Cars, and copies of the insurance papers that seemed to be mandatorily hung in the office. Against a wall of the office, stood a large steel book shelf which contained manuals to repairing different cars. There was an old rusty table fan near the table as well. All this seemed quite peculiar to me, but for some reason, it felt like my stomach was aquiver with anticipation. I knew something was about to happen here!

Moments later, a big brutish guy wearing a blue-colored uniform stepped inside the room. Following him, was a slightly chubby lady wearing a red saree and a red blouse, her left white bra strap visible from the side of her blouse; and an ugly looking masculine guy wearing a dirty old floral yellow shirt with the top two buttons ripped off, revealing his dark hairy chest. Obviously, at that very moment, I knew what this was!

“Gosh, they had a camera inside the garage office too!”, was the first thought that came to my mind. It - was indeed my mom, Haripada – the mechanic, and Bahadur – the driver, inside that room! And this was the video of what happened inside the garage!

usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 04:30 PM

Chapter 40

The big brute, Haripada, sat on the owner’s chair, his hairy sweaty lined over the armrests and his hideous face sporting a wicked smile, as he beckoned my mom and Bahadur to take their seats on the chairs across the large wooden table.

“Aap pehle baithie, memsahib.” (“You have seat first, madam.”), said Bahadur, as he slowly pulled the left chair out like a supposed gentleman and requested my mother to sit. However, this was no gentlemanly gesture. As my sweet innocent mother obliged his gentlemanly request and was sitting down, Bahadur who was standing right behind her got a good glimpse of her deep creamy provocative cleavage from the top. Haripada looked towards his friend and bared his gruesome teeth in a smile, while my mother remained oblivious to their dirty stares.

The driver took his seat as well, soon thereafter, and then Haripada began to speak, “Acha, Boudi. Apnar garir oil change, break check, power steering aar labor charge miliye apnar darachhe mot naw-hajar-nawsho-aath-athor taka!” (“Okay, Bhabhi. Combining your expenses for the oil change, break check, power steering and labor charge, I estimate that you owe the garage about nine-thousand-nine-hundred-and-seventy-eight rupees!”)

My mom was shocked to hear that. “Eto taka kiser! Mote ek-ghontar toh kaaj chilo! Ami ki eto takae ghor theke niye beriechi naki” (“Why so much! It took you barely an hour! Do you think I come out of the house carrying that much money”)

“Seta ami abar ki kore janbo apni koto taka niye ghor theke beron Ja hisheb hoeche tai bollam. Apni Bahadur ke jigesh korun.” (“How will I know how much money you carry outside the house I only told you what I calculated. You can ask Bahadur if you want.”). He brought out some papers from the drawer and handed them over to our driver who looked at them patiently and replied, “Haan memsahib, hisab toh ekdum sahi hain.” (“Yes, madam. The calculations are perfect.”)

“Kintu amar kache toh eto taka nei ei muhurte. Amra ghore giye taka niye asle osubidhe ache” (“But right now”), she asked nervously. Beads of sweat, as pure as silver, were starting to form on her pretty white forehead now. It was so erotic to watch her helpless condition on the video. Her begging, albeit discreetly, was slowly making my crotch itch.

“Na Boudi. Eta amader garage er polishy. Kono customer bina payment kore ekhan theke jete parbe na…othoba amra security officer ke dakbo!” (“No, Bhabi. This is our garage policy. No customer can leave without proper payment….unless they want us to call the security officer!”), Haripada warned.

My mom was horrified. “security officer! Please erom bolo na. Amar bhai Bapi sunle or sorir aaro kharap hoye jabe. Acha ekta kotha bolo, ami ki kichu korte pari, khoroch ta komanor jonno” (“security officer! Please don’t say that. If my brother Bapi comes to find out then he will become even more ill. Okay, tell me something, is there anything I can do to cut down the price”)

Haripada gave a fleeting glance and a momentary victory smile towards Bahadur, and then turned towards my mom. “Mane” (“Meaning”), he asked with a serious face, “Ki korte chan apni” (“What do you want to do”)

“Ja tumi bolbe.” (“Whatever you say.”), she replied. The innocent look on her face suggested she had no idea what she was getting herself into and that was strangely arousing for me to watch. I wondered what these perverted brutes would make her do.

Haripada put his fingers under his chin and gave a deep thought to my mom’s proposition for about 2-3 minutes and then said, “Hmmm, acha Boudi...kichu mone korben na, kintu apnar ki shei diner kotha mone ache jedin apni Kakababu’r dokane apnar dress er map dite eschilen” (“Hmmm, okay Bhabi…don’t be alarmed, but do you remember the day when you came into Kakababu’s tailor shop to give your measurements for the dress”)

My mom’s pretty eyes suddenly broadened in shock and she inadvertently adjusted her saree-pallu over her heavy blouse-covered bosom. “K-Ki bolcho es-eshob” (“W-What the hell are you s-saying”), she stuttered in fearful shock.

“Aha, apni bhoy pachen keno Ami toh khali apnake ekta proshno jigesh korchi.” (“Hey, why are you getting scared I’m only asking you a simple question.”), he said with a creepy perverted smile on his ugly face. “Ki Boudi, mone ache” (“So, do you remember”)

“H-Hain.” (“Y-Yes”), she nodded her head nervously.

“Hmmm, darun. Apni janen apnar oi sexy petticoat aar blouse e dhaka kamuk poripokko deho aar apnar mukher rashi te lokano chapa uttejona dekhe amar mon aar dhon duto kil-bil-kil-bil kore uthechilo!” (“Hmmm, good. You should know that after watching your lusty mature body stuck inside that sexy blouse-and-petticoat and seeing the expression of hidden lust in your beautiful face, my heart and cock started twitching wildly in anticipation of when we would meet again.”), Haripada subconsciously licked his dirty lips as shamelessly described how he felt during that day when he was taking my mom’s measurements inside the confines of that sordid trial room. “Tar por apni jokhon dhire dhire apnar petticoat ta amar samne khule fellen…,” (“And then, that day, you slowly opened your petticoat…”), his voice was going slow now as if he was enjoying slowly taunting my mother by openly narrating this incident in front of her low class driver, “….Aha! Amrito!” (“….Aha! Sweet honey!”), he was literally drooling now, as his mouth began to foam with whitish saliva while he licked his lips.

usaiha2 · 19-06-2019, 04:39 PM

The expression on my mom’s face clearly suggested that she was both scared and disgusted at the same time by this pervert’s actions, while Bahadur just sat there and smiled. Haripada didn’t waste much time. “Boudi, ami apnake ekta bikolpo dichi: apni amae apnar shei ardha-nogno roop ta amae abar dekhan, tahle ami apnake ekta boro-shoro discount debo.” (“Bhabi, I can give you a deal: you show me that same half-naked form of yours and I’ll give you a big discount.”)

My mom’s eyes again grew wide on hearing this absurd proposal, the depravity of which shocked even me. She immediately rose up from her seat and angrily said, “Tomar matha ta kharap hoegeche! Ami ek bibahito mohila! Ami aar ektao baje kotha tomar nongra mukh diye sunte chai na! Ami chollam!” (“Are you mad! I’m a married woman! I don’t want to hear anything else from your filthy mouth! I’m going!”)

My mom stormed to the door, but before she could open it, Haripada called out, “Thikache, apni jete chaile jete paren. Tobe ei garage theke beronor sathe sathei ami security officer ke phone korbo aar kore bolbo apni gari sharanor taka na diye paliyechen. Aar ei apnar driver o amar saath debe ete.” (“Okay, you can leave. But the moment you walk out of this garage, I’m going to call the security officer and tell them that you made off without paying my fees for fixing you car. And you driver will also support me.”)

My mom stopped in her tracks and looked back to see what Bahadur’s reaction would be. The cunning bastard just stared at her and said, “Hum ka kare, memsahib Ab bina paise diye nikalna toh kanooni jurm hain na” (“What can I do, madam Leaving without paying is a crime, right”)

From the defeated expression on her face, I knew these two brutes had her. They smiled as my mom turned around with her head held low and returned to her place near the table. “Ami raji achi. Kintu Bahadur ke baire jete bolo.” (“I’m ready. But tell Bahadur to leave.”), she said to the tailor-turned-mechanic.

Bahadur immediately turned toward his friend with a worried expression, as if to denote that he definitely did not want to miss this. Haripada just beckoned him to stay calm and said to my sweet innocent homely mom, “Apnar driver ekhanei thakbe. O amar pratyakm9;a sākm9;ī, jodi apni mood paltan.” (“Your driver will remain here. He is my insurance policy or rather my eye-witness, lest you decide to change your mind.”)

My mom couldn’t say no, especially since this perverted mechanic was the one calling the shots. My dick was getting hard as I continued to watch this show unfold in front of me. “Acha, ebar dhire dhire apnar saree ta khule felun, Boudi. Ami apnake theek shei roop e dekhte chai jerom sedin dokan e dekhechilam.” (“Okay, now slowly take off your saree, Bhabi. I wanna see you in the same way when I saw you that day at the tailor shop.”)

My mom gave one final glance at Bahadur – who was shamelessly leering at her with a gaping mouth, waiting for her to undress – and then took a deep breath. Slowly she grabbed her red pallu, parted it from her back and shoulder, and let it fall away from her luscious body. Haripada and Bahadur’s eyes grew wide with hunger as their eyes lingered over her heaving blouse-covered breasts as she slowly breathed in the shame of having two dirty low-class guys leering at her boobs so openly. Bahadur was sitting on the chair so he had a good underside view of her size 36DD breasts, while Haripada was lustily staring at the tightness and roundness of her massive melons including the long creamy valley that was created between the folds of her tits. His hungry eyes also trailed down towards her fleshy midriff and that deep, juicy navel in the middle. Since the atmosphere had become so hot and horny, my mom had started to sweat a little from the sexual tension. Parts of her deep red blouse were forming little wet areas and some parts of her exposed mature healthy body were dotted with little beads of sweat.

Haripada noticed that and said, “Boudi, ekbar haath duto tule daran toh.” (“Bhabi, lift your hands up in the air, please.”) My mom was already getting thoroughly embarrassed, standing in her blouse in front of these these two low-borne perverts and withstanding their lewd stares. Now, she was probably wondering why this mechanic had asked her to lift her hands. But, with her head held low, she still complied. She lifted her hands high above her head as she was told.

As soon as she did that, Haripada slowly moved over to her and Bahadur’s side of the desk, while glaring at her body with his lusty-gaze. For a moment, I was scared that he was going to do something to her; and from her expression, I could tell that my sweet sexy mother was scared as well. But what he did was far more debasing. He pointed a finger at the wet patch that had formed on the red blouse against her armpit and said to Bahadur, “Dekha, maine bola tha na ki iski bagal ke paseene iske blouse ke upar se dikhte hain.” (“See, I told you that the sweat on her armpits form beautiful wet patches on her blouse.”). They both laughed as soon as he said it and my mom’s cheeks flashed red in embarrassment. She quickly drew her arms down in shame as Haripada continued to smile.

My mom stood like that for some time, when Haripada again ordered. “Arey, Boudi, thamle cholbe naki Saree ta puro khulun.” (“Bhabi, stopping won’t do. Take your saree completely off.”) For a second, my mom looked at him in surprise. The big six feet brute stood like a huge bear, mere inches away, in front of my slightly chubby BBW mother. She was hesitant to have her in front of her like this when she was undressing, but there was no other choice. She slowly took off the folds of her saree while Haripada kept staring at her with lust-filled eyes and even Bahadur started occasionally scratching his cock over his trousers. My mom could probably feel this brute’s hot smelly breath bouncing off her face as she tried to occasionally cover her nose with her hand.

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