Amma's coconuts

[sarit11]

He grabbed her huge tits in his palms from behind her.

With a faint cry, my mother caught hold of his wrists and tried to push his
hands away, but he was too strong for her.  She kept on trying to stand up,
but he held her in place.  He dug his nose under her thick, straight hair
and started kissing her neck, at the same time he started kneading her huge
boobs very roughly.  Quite thrilled, I watched how his strong palms were
squeezing her round, melon-sized tits.  Her sari had slid down her
shoulders and I could see how, every time he squeezed, the tops of her
milk-white boobs swelled out through the low neckline of her tight blouse
like balloons.  "Sar...let me go...please..." Tears welled up in her eyes
again.  They were struggling with each other now, their breathing heavy,
the cot creaking wildly.  "Ssshhh!  Calm down," he warned her.  "Your son
will wake up." "Please...sar..."

As I said, Vasu was a really strong man.
He held her in place with his arms and kept on squeezing her tits.  She
fought like a bird in a cage for some time.  Then, probably from sheer
fatigue or from the realization that fighting was in vain , she stopped
struggling and sat with her hands clutching his wrists.  "Why don't you
stay still?" he asked her, clear irritation in his voice.  His question
seemed absurd, because she was already sitting still.  She did not say
anything, and once again silence descended into the room.  They sat on the
cot, he holding her body, his hands continuously kneading her huge boobs.
"I can understand," he whispered into her ear, "it has been a long time
since a man has come this close to you.  So you are afraid.  Don't be
afraid, please." He kissed the back of her sweat-stained neck.  She kept
quiet.  After some time, he said, "Let us lie down." This seemed to bring
her to life suddenly.  She started to stand up.  But he was too fast for
her.  He threw his arms around her.  "Please, sar," she begged, "let me
go..." She tried her best to free herself.  He lifted my mother up almost
bodily and dropped her down on the cot.  The old cot almost gave away.
"Aiyo!" she cried out loudly.  Then, before she could get up, he pinned her
down by her shoulders and started to climb upon her. 

As he did so his
mundu came off him and fell on the floor, so that when he was lying on top
of my mother he was stark naked.  His hands grabbed her wrists like
wrenches and spread her arms wide open.  "Aiyo!  Let me go!" she cried out
weakly.  After looking at her tear-stained face for a second, he quickly
started kissing her.  He kissed her all over her face, all wet, noisy
kisses that reflected the great lust he had been having for her.  She kept
throwing her head this way and that to avoid his greedy lips.  Now she was
really crying, her body rocking with each burst of emotion.  "Shut up!" he
commanded her.  He looked in my direction briefly, timidly.  Then, placing
the flat of his palms upon her ears to steady her head, he pressed his lips
upon hers with such force that she could not make any more crying noises.
She tried to push him off her, but he was a strong man.  For the next whole
minute or two he laid upon her like that, his lips glued to hers and she
trying weakly to make him get off her.  So as not to be suffocated, she was
breathing heavily and noisily through her nose.  They were both breathing
noisily.  The night was very calm and only the sound of their unsteady
breathing disturbed the heavy silence.