Amma's coconuts

[sarit11]

PART 6

She did not move.  Sweat glistened on her sexy waist where the flesh had doubled up deliciously with age.  He touched her waist.  He said again, "Sunandini, take off your blouse.  I want to see your back completely bare." "Sar...not now please...later," she begged without looking at him.  "Please..." he said.

"Just take off your blouse...I just want to see you..." She lay still for a
while.  Then she took in a deep breath and started peeling her blouse off
her.  It was not easy.  The blouse was too tight.  She had to sit up to do
it.  And I noticed that how, when she flourished her arms to take off her
blouse, her heavy tits swung like pendulums.  In her hurry, her blouse got
a little torn.  But she did not care.  She removed it quickly and dropped
it upon the floor.  Then she started to lie down again like before.  But he
caught hold of her shoulders and gently turned her towards him.  "Let me
look at you," he said.  She tried to free herself, but it was not to be.
She gently crossed her forearms over her huge tits and kept her eyes
downcast.  He gently rubbed the smooth skin of her shoulders and looked at
her with overwhelming lust in his eyes.  His old-man eyes twinkled as he
studied her sexy face and full lips.  She sat still as he studied her,
totally avoiding his eyes, but all the time aware of his eagle-like gaze.
He examined her great boobs which she was trying her best to hide from him.

He looked at her balloon-like, pebble-smooth belly, which was big and
bulging because of the uncomfortable position in which she was sitting.  A
smile began to form on Vasu's lips.  "You know," he told her slowly, "you
are a real mohini.  Just looking at your face makes my cock restless." She
was visibly shocked by his remark, but she did not say anything.  Outside,
a night-bird shrieked and both of them looked towards the window.  Their
eyes met for a second.  He leaned over and kissed her lips.  "I love you,"
he said suddenly.  She looked at him for a moment, confused as to what to
make of his statement.  He kissed her again, this time the kiss ending in a
bite on her fat lower lip.  He did not let go her lip immediately, though
she tried to pull it away.  He gently gathered it between his lips and
sucked at it for some time.  "I love you," he breathed again. 

A sudden
moan escaped my mother's lips.  It was barely an audible one, but it came,
and with my own surprised eyes I saw her shifting a little closer to him.
He sensed it and he too moved closer to her and started running his palms
all over her bare back.  He gave her one long and passionate kiss, almost
suffocating her with it.  She blushed so hard that her cheeks looked like
fresh tomatoes.  A moment later, he straightened.  He had a lot of work to
do.  He had done a lot of planning before coming here.  All day long,
today, he must have fantasised about this meeting with her.  "Stand on your
knees," he suddenly said to her.  He wanted to have a good view of those
huge, round tits with her body in an erect position.  She looked at him as
if she had just woken up from a dream.  And she looked at him so strangely
that he had to repeat his words.  She showed a lot of reluctance, but she
slowly raised herself on her knees, never once uncovering her bosom.  He
sat in front of her in a comfortable position with his legs folded.  For
the first time I saw my mother directly looking at his cock.  But she
looked only once, then she looked away.  With his erect cock standing like
the leaning tower of Pisa,

Vasu placed his palms on her fat upper arms and
studied her.  "Bring your hands down," he said to her.  Her face became red
suddenly.  How could she?  Till yesterday she had looked at this man so
respectfully and reverently as he was a retired college-teacher who was kind
enough to occasionally help her son with his lessons, and, that too, free
of cost.  She had always been afraid of even talking with him.  She
respected him so much.  He was, in a way, a god to him.  It was because of
him that she and her son had survived their ordeal.  Never in her wildest
dreams she could bring herself even to think of doing something of this
nature with this old man.  And now...  She was clearly lost in thoughts
when he asked her again to uncover her tits.  She looked at him, her face
blank, and slowly shook her head.  But then, the next moment, she gently
lowered her arms.  She turned her head and looked away.  No, she won't look
at him again.  She won't be able to.  She shut her eyes.  She wished that
the earth would split and suck her in, .  God, when will
this night come to an end?  The old man looked at her round, oversized
tits. Now with her body in an upright position they hung in front of him,
two round coconuts, so big that they looked anything but wieldy.  They were
so surprisingly firm, and had big nipples which any man would love to hold
between his lips.  She was more than a feet away from his body, but her
boobs were so huge that her jutting nipples almost touched his face.  Their
enormity was more evident to me, as I was looking at her body from the
side. To me they seemed like two lofty, balloon-shaped towers standing
horizontally between her fat upper arms.  They were magnificent.  They were big.  And looked really unwieldy. 

Vasu kept admiring their sensual beauty
for a long time.  He studied the soft skin.  Not a single blemish on it.
She was a healthy woman.  He studied how the dark circular areas around her
erect nipples glistened with sweat.  Her hardened nipples were now longer,
and looked so rigid that in her present position you could use them to hang
something.  He moved closer to her and placed his hands on her shoulders,
close to her neck.  He started sliding them down gently, very gently.  When
they reached her boobs, he started moving them in a circular fashion, each
hand minutely taking note of the amazing rotundity of her colossal boobs.
His thumbs played with her nipples for a moment, striking them like one
would strike the strings of a musical instrument.  Then he gently placed
his palms on either side of her tits, sandwiching them, and applied a
little pressure, making the great tits bulge out towards him.  Now he
started shaking them gently from side to side.  "Aiyo, sar..." she mouthed,
"what are you doing...?" She was not at all comfortable about her tits
being shook like this.  Now that her tits were in a suspended position,
they shook like anything.  Vasu first shook them very, very gently.  Then,
as his momentum grew, he started moving his hands a little animatedly,
tossing her tits this way and that.  She looked down at her tits as they
ran helter-skelter, like two little pigs playing.  "Madi...madi sar..." she
whispered.  She glanced at me once.  Maybe she was agitated by the thought
of how in the world she would explain to her son if he suddenly woke up and saw this queer scene. 

Vasu kept rocking her grand tits.  He paused and
looked at her, the thumbs of his hands playing with her rubbery nipples.
"Did not your husband play with your boobs?" he asked, smiling.  She did
not reply.  He continued shaking her tits.  He now shook them up and down,
jerking them up only with his thumbs in the beginning, then using his palms
for the purpose.  He would toss her lovely coconuts so high that they would
bump against her chin.  Then they would come down and wobble from side to
side in their suspended position.  Next, he shook them in a manner which
made them bump against each other.  It made sound too, two melon-sized
boobs colliding against each other.  Thump, thump.  Now this was too much
for her.  She caught hold of his wrists and begged him to stop.  He did and
she, clutching her man-handled tits, quickly got down from her knees.  She
gently lay down again like before, with her back turned towards the old
man. He took in a deep breath, as if he was suddenly feeling tired.  He sat
and for a long time eyed at her bare back.  She looked very sexy from
behind.  Her back was covered with her sweat.  Beads of sweat rolled down
the skin of her waist.  She was nearing forty, but her body had retained
that hour-glass shape which she had in her younger days.  Her long,
straight hair had come undone, and now it lay scattered beside her head.

Vasu touched and stroked her hair.  Maybe he loved her hair.  A couple of
strands over her ears had turned gray with age, otherwise her hair was
completely black.  The old man parted her hair from behind her neck and
bent down to kiss her there.  She moved when he kissed her, tickled.  He
kissed her bare shoulder.  And then her waist.  He gathered the flabby
flesh of her waist between his fingers and squeezed it so hard that she
clutched his hand.  The sheet of sweat on her bare back was making her look
sexier.  Sweat slowly trickled down the cleavage of flesh at her narrow
waist and down and across her back.  He sat back and watched her, slowly
stroking his cock with his hand.  She lay still the whole time.  Then I
realized quickly that she was looking at him through the corner of her eye.
Lie on your belly," he said to her now.  She waited a couple of seconds
just to show that she would not do it willingly.  Then she rolled over
gently and lay on her belly, pressing her heavy tits against the cot.  In
this position, her huge, but shapely arse stood out quite prominently.  You
could make out its round shape through her sari.  Vasu studied the
rotundity of her arse for a while.  Then he touched it with his fingers.
It must have felt warm.  Her whole body went tense when he placed both his
palms upon her buttocks.  Gently he ran his trembling palms all over the
giant cheeks, in wide circular motions, taking into account their amazing
rotundity.  She raised her head a couple of times to let him know that she
did not like what he was doing.  He squeezed the big cheeks of her arse.
He pressed the cheeks together, catching her sari in the crack.  He dug his
finger into the crack and she said "Aiyo".  He dug his fingers into her
sari, feeling the depth of her arse-hole.  As he kept exploring she brushed
his hand away. 

Then Vasu slowly climbed upon his knees.  He touched her
arse and gently asked her to move to the center of the cot; she was lying
at present at the edge, with her right shoulder touching the wall.  She
shifted her position and looked at him through the corner of her eye.  He
planted his knees on either sides of her thighs.  Then, placing his palms
on either sides of her shoulders, he gently lowered his torso and started
kissing the soft skin of her shoulder-blades.  She lay still.  As he
lowered his body further, the tip of his cock came into contact with the
cleavage of her arse - through her sari, that is.  She visibly stiffened at
this.  He kept on kissing her.  And as he kissed her, he slowly let all of
his weight rest upon her.  He was on top of her now.  "Aiyo...sar..." she
said as he grabbed her smooth shoulders and kissed her hair.  He lay like
that on top of her, sniffing the smell of sweat on the back of her neck.
He paused briefly and, clutching her shoulders tightly, he gently started
moving his pelvis up and down, in a manner which suggested that he was
fucking her arse-hole.  She did not object, but lay still.  But when his
movements became a little fast and he began to let his pelvis fall upon her
roughly, she turned her head to look at him.  The cot creaked wildly and
this seemed to disturb her very much.  "Aiyo, sar...what are you doing...?"
she said, her voice breaking with his pumping motions.  "Hari will wake
up...sar...please...aiyo." He never stopped.  Clutching her shoulders in a
vice-like grip, he went on "fucking" her arse through her sari.  His pelvis
fell on her like a rubber stamp on paper.  Bang, bang.  Thumo, thump.
"Madi sar..." she begged.  He would not stop.  He was like a possessed man
now.  The cot creaked like a creature alive, frantically, rhythmically.
"Stop, sar...please..." she begged.  "You are making too much noise...you
will wake up Hari." "Let him wake up..." gasped Vasu.  "Aiyo...he will see
us!" "Let him..." "What...  are you saying, sar!  He...  is just a kid." He
stopped moving and lay panting on top of her.  "He is not...  a kid
anymore, Sunandini," Vasu said to her.  "He has grown up." My mother did
not say anything.  "How old is he now?" he asked her.  "***."
"*** is grown up.  You should stop treating him like a kid." And,
after a pause, he added, "He must know everything about sex now." My mother did not comment. 

Now Vasu had rested enough.  He slowly started "fucking"
her arse again.  This time she lay in silence.  She did not say anything
even when his movements suddenly became ridiculously fast, and the cot
creaked loudly, complainingly.  He moaned as if he was on the verge of an
ejaculation.  But he did not ejaculate.  He suddenly slowed down, his
breathing very heavy.  He was tired.  He had moved like a stallion.  After
some time, he stopped moving altogether and lay very still.  He was
catching his breath.  Then he slowly slid off her and sat upon the cot
beside her.  He kept on looking at her big, broad arse for a long time.  I
saw that her sari, now damp with sweat from both their bodies, clung to her
arse like a mud-pack.  It was lovely, her arse.  All of a sudden, he caught
hold of her sari at her ankles and started lifting it up.  She quickly sat
up and looked at him.  She shook her head, her disheveled hair brushing
against her cheeks.  "No...sar...I can't..." she said, her arms once again
enveloping her outsized tits.  He grabbed his cock in his hand and started
stroking it. 

Perhaps he found the picture of her sitting on the cot with
her arms crossed over her enormous tits very sexy.  He kept looking at her
and masturbated.  She looked away, but she sat as she was.  She did not
move and turn her back to him.  "Move away your hands...," he whispered to
her urgently.  "Let me see your mulakal again." Maybe he was about to
ejaculate.  "Please...Sunandini...let me..." There was so much of lust in
his voice that it shook.  She sensed it and looked at him.  Then, to my
utter amazement, I saw the shadow of a smile playing on my mother's lips.
Is she smiling?  Or is it just a trick of the light and shadow.  The naked
bulb hanging from a wooden beam above threw down only a dim light.  Then,
still looking at the old man, she slowly lowered her arms from her tits.
And she turned her torso towards him, pointing her rigid nipples in his
direction.  The old man was beside himself with excitement.  He started
stroking his cock very vigorously.  "Shake your tits," he told her, his
voice shaking, "shake your tits." Oh, he loved her tits!  She slowly
shifted her position and sat completely facing him, her knees pointing in
his direction.  The old man too moved and sat with his knees touching hers,
never stopping the movements of his hand stroking penis.  Then looking at
him, my mother raised her arms up to gather and tie her hair.  Oh, how her
massive tits rose and fell and wobbled with her actions.  It was divine to
watch.  Slowly placing her palms upon her knees, she started moving her
torso from side to side and thus making her heavy tits wobble gently.  She
looked down at how her tits were shaking and it suddenly made her laugh.
She stopped, feeling very embarrassed.  "Ohhh...lovely!  Do it again,"
exclaimed Vasu.  She shook her head.  He cajoled her and she shook her tits
again.  "Your mulakal are wonderful!  Oh, so sexy..." His comments
encouraged her to shake her boobs more vigorously.  And she started jerking
her torso in a manner which literally threw her boobs from side to side.
She glanced at her dancing tits and she watched the expression on his face.
And the old man worked his cock like a machine.  This went on for quite a
while. 

Then Vasu suddenly stopped stroking his cock.  He looked a little
tired.  He was bathed in sweat.  "I need a glass of water," he told her.
There was a jug of water on the table placed at the foot of her cot.  She
turned around and, raising herself upon her knees, she poured some water
into a glass from this jug and gave it to him.  As he drank, she once again
sat with her forearms crossed over her bosom, her head bowed.  She glanced
at me once.  Vasu drank slowly and emptied the glass-tumbler.  He returned
the tumbler to her and she placed it on the table.  "Have a drink," he told
her, "you must be thirsty, too." She shook her head.  She was looking at
his cock now.  He followed her gaze and found that his penis was suddenly
dwindling in size.  It was loosing its erection.  He lifted it with his
hand and looked at her.  He looked very despondent.  He eyed her blankly.
He gently stroked his cock, trying to revive its erection.  But his manhood
was deserting him completely.  It now looked like an over-ripe banana.  "I
am an old man," he said now and wiped the perspiration on his brow.  He sat
back and did not know what to do.