Amma's coconuts

[sarit11]

PART 7

Maybe a wave of sympathy

travelled through my mother.  She gently moved closer to him, removing her
arms from her tits.  She gave him a randy look and moved closer, still
closer to him, so close that one of her full tits touched his shoulder.
The old man was taken aback by her action.  I was taken aback myself by her
conduct.  Next, I saw her pressing her cheek against the old man's hairy
chest.  She placed her palm on his shoulder and gently lifted her face up
to kiss his neck.  Vasu gasped.  She stroked the back of his head and his
ear.  She looked at him and smiled timidly.  Then she pressed her tender
lips against his.  All of a sudden, he threw his arms around her and drew
her all the more closer to him.  She in turn returned his embrace with a
sudden moan, flattening her plump boobs against his chest with such force
that his torso was thrown back.  And the two of them began to move closer
and closer to one another, as if they wanted to merge into each other.
They were both moaning, the flat of their palms running up and down their
backs, speaking a strange language of lust.  Twice they kissed each other's
lips.  They were stroking each other so vigorously that I could hear the
sound of sweat-stained skin rubbing over sweat-stained skin.  And how my
mother was moaning!  In total abandon.  She had perhaps completely
forgotten that her own son was in the same room.  And it was not
surprising, seeing that it was such a long time since she had known a man.
And they made a very sexy picture.  The old man and my mother in each
other's arms, he fully naked and she topless.  Oh, how they were feeling
for each other's body, their closeness not seeming enough for them.  They
were breathing heavily, sexy moans escaping my mother's lips on and off.
He was kissing her cheeks and she was receiving his kisses with lust
written all over her sexy face. 

He gently placed a palm on her cheek and
prised open her mouth with his tongue.  He pushed his tongue deep into her
mouth and she took it all in, sucking his tongue.  She sucked greedily, her
own tongue playing with his all the time.  And, as she sucked, she held him
all the more tightly, jamming her huge tits against his chest, his hairy
chest.  She liked the hair on his chest and she was again and again
bringing her hand between their bodies to run her fingers through them.  I
watched as my mother now shoved her own tongue into his mouth and pushed
him so hard that he was forced to lie down on the cot.  She climbed upon
him like a tigress.  She placed her palms on both sides of his body and,
looking at him lustily, she rubbed her boobs all over his chest, sometimes
loosely, sometimes with pressure.  Vasu watched her as she massaged his
upper body with her great boobs.  Since now she was on her all fours, her
tits hung down and took on a balloon-like shape.  She moved her torso
forward and let her tits brush against his face.  He laughed lightly and
once again threw his arms around her.  Bringing her huge boobs to rest on
his chest, she caught hold of his head at both sides and started kissing
his lips.  He stuck out his tongue and she started sucking it once again
greedily.  They were now both totally drenched in sweat.  My mother's
voluptuous body glistened in the dim light of the bulb.  Vasu's hands
massaged her bare, sweaty back and she liked it.  His hands moved down and
squeezed her buttocks, and she liked it too.  I saw him pull her sari up
from her thighs and put his hand into it to feel her bare arse.  She
laughed lightly when he squeezed her bare arse.  "Sunandini..." he
whispered.  "Um..." "Show me your chandi.  Your bare buttocks."
"Aiyo...no..." "Please...I will die this moment if you don't show me..."
She laughed. 

Then she whispered into his ear, "Sar, tonight I will show
you anything you want." He kissed her lips lovingly a couple of times.
Then he loosened his grip on her body and she understood that he wanted to
see her arse now.  She sat up slowly.  "Take off your sari," he told her.
She gave him a tangy look and smiled.  Their lovemaking had once again
loosened her hair.  She gathered and tied it in a bun behind her head.
Vasu too sat up.  His cock was erect once again.  He now held it and showed
it to her proudly.  She looked at his cock now fixedly for some time.  It
was a big cock and she was clearly marvelled by its size.  Standing on her
knees, she started pulling at her sari gently.  She was in no hurry at all.
Nor was Vasu.  He sat calmly as she busied herself with the task of taking
off her sari.  Carefully, she unwound the sari from around her and dropped
it on the floor.  Next she undid the knot on the string of her petticoat.
She did not drop her petticoat immediately.  She gently raised herself on
her knees, her heavy tits swaying this way and that, and she looked at the
old man teasingly.  She smiled a gentle smile and studied the expression on
his face.  She watched him gulp.  He stroked his penis almost
absent-mindedly.  She was a big woman and, the manner in which she was
holding her petticoat, all of her big belly and some pubic hair showing,
her big boobs gently pendulating with her movements, she looked a very sexy
dish.  She started to turn around on her knees, the cot creaking, her tits
swinging wildly.  She positioned herself with her back to him.  Then she
turned her head to look at him.  He gulped again.  Now, pushing her
massive, but shapely arse towards him, she started lowering her petticoat.
Slowly.  No hurry at all.  I gulped myself when the top of her heavy,
well-rounded bottom came into view.  Down and down went her petticoat,
until her big, well-rounded and sexy arse was finally fully exposed for
Vasu and me to see. 

Oh my god!  It was so large, and so round.  And, since
she was pushing her chandi towards him, so that the two cheeks were
slightly parted, I could make out her dark anus from where I lay.  Oh, she
was really a sex-goddess!  She eyed at him, smiling teasingly, and watched
the effect the sight of her bare arse was having on him.  Vasu had already
started stroking his big cock gently.  Now, the sight of her bare arse made
the movements of his stroking hand vigorous.  He studied her arse.  It was
big, and round.  It was wheat-complexioned, like the rest of her.
Actually, it was fairer, and its large cheeks were the colour of apples,
and they looked very smooth and tender.  Never stopping the stroking of his
cock, he leaned over and gave her arse a quick pinch.  Where he pinched her
the skin turned red.  "Aaahhh..." she cried out and rubbed her arse with
her fingers where it hurt.  She looked at him.  "I have wanted to do it
ever since I put my eyes on you," he told her.  She smiled and looked at
him.  "Now you can do it whenever you want to," she said slowly, looking
straight into his eyes.  I was quite surprised at this remark from my
mother.  "Whenever I want?" "Yes...but only when nobody is watching," she
said shyly.  He smiled.  He liked the way now she was really co-operating
with him.  "Will you show me your bare arse whenever I ask you?" "Um."
"Sunandini," he said, "now onwards when you come to my room I want you to
pull your sari up to your waist.  I want you to wipe the floor with your
bare arse showing." "Aiyo, what if somebody suddenly comes into the room?"
"I will stand at the door and watch." She did not say anything, but the way
she lowered her head told him that she would do his bidding.  "Oh, your
chandi is so very big and round!" he said excitedly.  "I have always loved
your chandi. 

When you worked in the kithen I would often stand behind you
to look at your big chandi." "I know, sar." "You know!" "I am a woman, sar.
Women know." He laughed.  "And all the time I was afraid that you might
notice me," he said.  "Shake your chandi a little," he said to her now.
She gave him a spicy look.  Then she started swinging her big buttocks for
him to see.  She swung very gently, very gracefully, and it looked like a
part of a dance sequence.  My mother was actually a trained dancer.  And
until she got married when she was twenty-four, she used to teach
mohiniattam to young girls at her home.  She could not continue teaching
after she got married.  Work in the tea-shop took most of her time.  Here,
in this house, when Parvathiamma came to know about my mother's dancing
skills, she one day made her show her some of the steps.  My mother was not
ready to show, at first, and had to be cajoled a lot.  She did it a bit
clumsily; her body had changed a lot over the years.  She was feeling a lot
embarrassed, too, because Vasu was there, and I was there also.  Her navel
was showing occasionally as she exhibited various dancing postures.
Mid-way through her performance, she laughed and rushed out of the room,
covering her face with her sari.  The old woman had commented that she was
shy like a teenage girl.  Now, Vasu kept watching the gently swaying of her
arse and was so thrilled that he was stroking his cock like a possessed
man. His whole body was stiff.  Maybe he was about ejaculate.  But he did
not want to ejaculate yet.  He suddenly stopped moving his hand and said,
"Show me your mohiniattam." She glanced at him and smiled teasingly.
"Please..." "Later..." she whispered.  "I'll show you later." "Naked."
"Um."

Vasu could not hold himself back any longer.  He lunged forward and
placed his eager hands upon her magnificent bottom.  He moved his palms in
wide circles all over it, feeling its warmth, its enormity, and its
rotundity.  His whole body was shaking now.  With a feverish movement, he
positioned himself close behind her and, pushing one cheek of her great
bottom to the side, he brought the tip of his cock in contact with her hot
anus.  "Aiyo, sar...what are you doing?" she said.  He had taken her
completely by surprise.  He was pushing her so hard that she was thrown
forward, and to regain her balance she caught hold of the table.  But she
did not move her arse away from his cock.  Clutching the edge of the table
tightly, she whispered, "Sar, idu venda...aiyo..." He had once again become
deaf to her protests, which had been gradually becoming weaker and weaker.
Standing on one knee, he twisted his wrist, moving his cock this way and
that in order to squeeze it into her arsehole.  But the wall of her anus
was not seeming to budge.  "Do you have oil here?" he asked now,
impatiently.  She looked at him questioningly for a while, but then she
understood.  There was a medium-sized bottle of coconut oil placed upon the
table.  She picked it up and handed it to him.  He unscrewed the cap of the
bottle and poured a large amount of the oil over his cock, spreading the
oil all over it with his free hand.  He returned the bottle to her.  Now he
moved a little closer to her started to poke his penis into her arse-hole
again.  This time he met with only little resistance.  The cock slid in
quite smoothly.  In, in it went.  He kept on pushing gently until it was
inside her to the hilt.  I watched her face.  Her eyes were shut and she
was wincing a little.  A slow moan escaped her lips. 

His cock finally in
position, Vasu now stood behind her on both his knees and studied the
manner in which his cock was swallowed up by her anus.  She
said,"Sar...please...idu venda." He did not say anything.  He shut his
eyes. Maybe he was enjoying the warm, tickling sensation of the walls of
her anus tightening around his cock.  "Aiyo...what are we doing..." said my
mother as if to herself.  She stood with her torso leaning over the table.
And waited.  The old man got ready to fuck her.  He placed his palms on
both sides of her waist and started moving his pelvis back and forth.  Back
and forth, back and forth.  "Aiyo...uummm..." She tightened her grip on the
table and bit her lips.  Back and forth, back and forth.  The cot began to
creak.  Back and forth, back and forth.  Vasu moved slowly, but
rhythmically.  From where I lay I could see his oil-stained cock slipping
in and out of her anus.  His cock was probably a little more that six
inches long and with every thrust of his pelvis he was making it go all the
way in.  And everytime he thrust, his loose, heavy balls would slap noisily
against her thighs.  And a moan would escape her lips.  Fucking her, he
whispered into her ear, "Did not your husband do this kind of thing with
you?" She remained silent for a second.  Then she shook her head and said,
"No." "Why?  Did not he love your chandi?" She did not reply and he
understood that she did not want to talk about her dead husband.  He fell
silent and just continued to fuck her.  Five minutes passed.  All that time
my mother was somewhat passive partner in this business.  But now suddenly
she began to feel a strange pleasure in her arse-hole.  His big cock had
continuously pumped her arse-hole, and now all of a sudden she began to
enjoy the sensation of his great cock moving in and out of her hot hole.  I
saw that she was clutching the table tightly and she was biting her lower
lip.  She was now gently moving her arse back and forth, reciprocating his
movements.  Her eyes were shut. 

When Vasu said something to her she did
not even hear, and he had to repeat himself.  "Are you enjoying it?" he
asked.  "Um" she said shyly.  A little later, he asked her, "Shall we do it
everyday?" "Um," she replied, reluctantly.  "When Hari has gone to college I
will come into the kitchen.  And we shall do it there." "Aiyo...during the
day time?" "Why not?" He placed his palms on her shoulders for support and
quickened his movements a little.  She moaned.  This went on for I don't
know how long.  "I am going to fuck you like this the whole night," he said
in between.  She moaned in return.  But after some time he suddenly slowed
down and came to a stop.  He was literally bathing in sweat.  He wiped his
brow with the back of his hand and announced, "I am tired." He carefully
disengaged his penis from her arse and fell down upon the cot.  She too
turned around and sat down beside him.  I saw her impulsively bring her
arms in front of her tits.  "Sar, do you want water?" she asked in a
concerned voice.  He nodded.  She poured him water from the jug on the
table.  He drank slowly and returned the tumbler to her.  She drank too,
for the night was hot, and she was thirsty.  She parted the curtains of the
small window behind them to let in some fresh air.  She picked up her sari
and fanned him with an end of it.  Outside, it was a full moon night.  I
could see the bright moon from my cot.  Somewhere far away a night-bird was
crying.  Once again, Vasu's cock was deserting him.  He held it and stroked
it gently, sadly.  She saw what he was doing.  She drew closer to him and,
looking into his eyes, she gently took his cock from him.  He looked at her
and she gave him a gentle smile.  He relaxed a bit.  He spread his thighs
and sat back, watching her do whatever she was doing with his cock. 

She held his penis with both her hands; his cock, even when not erect, was so long that she had to use both her hands to cover it fully.  Then she
started stroking it, her hands moving in a manner which suggested that she
was pulling a thick rope, or, more clearly, as if she was milking him.  He
liked it and sat watching her do it for some time.  He extended his hands
and grabbed her bulky boobs.  He put his palms under them and lifted them
up, as if to weigh them.  He held them cradled between his palms and teased
the nipples with his thumb.  She had big nipples, which now became bigger
and erect.  It seemed to excite him to watch her nipples grow erect.  He
looked at her.  "Do you have clips here?" he asked her.