13-02-2019, 01:05 PM
Sunita Bhabie: I need to go to toilet once. My bladder seems to be overflowing.
I smiled and accompanied her. We went to the attached bathroom of Bhabie’s room as the males were taking their drinks in our room. Bhabie was wearing a sari and it was easier for her to quickly lift the sari and pulled down her panty and sat on the floor. I noted her heavy round naked gaand was looking very sexy in the blue light of the toilet. As I was feeling tipsy I was unable to open the knot of my pajama quickly and by the time I could finally open it and sit down, Bhabie was almost complete.
Sunita Bhabie: Aah! Arre, what happened?
Me: Its okay Bhabie. The knot got stuck…
Sunita Bhabie: Oh! You know Anita, this is one area your uncle has always been a novice! May it be opening the mosquito net from the wall or be it my petticoat, he was sure to fumble.
We both laughed out and after emptying my bladder and Bhabie watering the toilet floor, we were again out in the balcony, back to our vodka.
Me: Bhabie, you were telling your experience with your sister’s son… what’s his name?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes. Nandu. But Anita these are so personal things that I am feeling so very ashamed to tell you.
Me: Bhabie, you started with that again. Tell me naa…
Sunita Bhabie: Actually I was passing through such hollowness in my mind and body that I got wild in my thoughts also. In fact I still feel that emptiness grasping me at times.
Me: It is indeed a very tough phase of your life.
Sunita Bhabie: More so because I am finding my husband crippled. Otherwise what I did with Nandu is a crime…
Me: Don’t think it that way Bhabie. It is God who provides us the options that we sometimes clutch to.
Sunita Bhabie: Right Anita. That’s how I think it now a days!
There was a brief pause and then Bhabie continued sharing her experience to me uncensored.
Sunita Bhabie: You know Anita, the moment I saw Nandu when he entered with your uncle, my mind started to evolve devilish thoughts. I immediately decided that the healing approach that I am missing from your uncle I would replenish from Nandu!
Me: But how Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, I knew it was difficulty as I was his ‘mausi’, but then… I had just no options but to… Actually Anita, things turned out to be so exciting that there was no stoppage from my end! It was like an addiction for me teasing this teenage boy.
She took her time, sipped a little vodka, exhaled a long breath, and continued.
Sunita Bhabie: As your uncle entered with Nandu and I went forward and greeted him normally. He took my ashirwad touching my feet and I gave him a normal light hug. But Anita, believe me, I was experiencing a racing heartbeat. It had never happened earlier the innumerable times I have hugged Nandu, who is just like my son! But that day everything seemed different. He was in XI then and he is almost as tall as me. I took his head in my hands and kissed his forehead in the most normal way, but something was happening in me. His teenage look, faint moustache, and well-built body were clouding my focus. I then just casually hugged him patting his back emphasizing the fact that he has got taller, but could realize very clearly that as soon as my boob contours pressed on his flat chest, my nipples were getting harder. Strangely the same uneasiness was crippling me when Gajodhar was enjoying me in the moving train.
Me: The physical change that’s taking place in you probably made you think that way.
Sunita Bhabie: Exactly Anita. My menopausal state, not being attended properly by Manohar, and Gajodhar’s passionate pressing and squeezing that day had worsened my mental state further and I was trying to extract pleasures from the unthinkable.
Me: Taboo!
Sunita Bhabie: I quickly disassociated myself from Nandu’s body and asked him to go to his room and get fresh. Your uncle had already moved inside the house to keep his luggage etc. I went to the kitchen to prepare tea and evening snacks for Nandu, but my mind was somewhere else. There was a fight going on in my mind that why it happened? Nandu is just 17-18 years of age and I am just like his mom, but today a simple embrace for some seconds made me feel hot inside! As I cooked I did not find a suitable answer, instead I found my mind more inclined to use this opportunity of one week that Nandu would stay here to fulfill my desires!
Me: And you did that?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, my heartbeats were still high and in the kitchen itself I made up my mind to utilize Nandu’s stay to my joy. Here also the hindrance was your uncle who used to stay most of the time at home. He used to go at a photography circle from 10:00 a.m. to 01:00 p.m. - that too not all days.
Me: Then how did you manage Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: I told you I was thinking devilish that time and was able to create situations easily for Nandu to become intimate to me. That evening nothing happened, but when Nandu was about to go to bed, I started having an outlandish feeling in my mind to attract him towards me. Just imagine Anita to what extent I was frustrated! I am 40+ and I was so keen to go to this 18-year-old boy who was my sister’s son!
Bhabie dipped her head in shame, I guess.
Me: Hmm Bhabie. Very interesting!
Sunita Bhabie: I noted cautiously that your uncle was watching TV and since we all had dinner there was little chance that he would look for me. So, for me, the coast was clear. I had already changed to my nightwear and thought it was the best opportunity to stir this teenage boy. So I went ahead to go to his room.
Me: Bhabie… no inner?
Sunita Bhabie: No, no. I was wearing a bra inside. To tell you honestly Anita its not that the idea of removing my bra had not come to my mind, because you know even at this age my boobs are reasonably firm and tight than what I see in women of my age. I am not boasting Anita, but yes, its true that my muscles have slackened, but still I don’t have sagged breasts like most ladies of my age. Moreover, since I was having that acute tautness in my breasts during that time and I used to remain bra-less in the morning hours, I was rather conscious about it. So though I was sure I would not look vulgar in a bra-less condition, I did not want to overdo things at the very first opportunity with Nandu.
Bhabie sounded quite confident about her boob strength and tightness. Automatically my eyes also went to her mammaries and indeed they appeared full, round, and erect under her blouse, but generally women of her age tend to wear tighter bras to look modest, but my intoxicated mind was thinking naughty!
Me: Oh! At 40 if you have tight boobs, then I have to say Manohar uncle was not up to the task…
Ha ha huh….
We rolled out in laughter and Bhabie corrected me.
I smiled and accompanied her. We went to the attached bathroom of Bhabie’s room as the males were taking their drinks in our room. Bhabie was wearing a sari and it was easier for her to quickly lift the sari and pulled down her panty and sat on the floor. I noted her heavy round naked gaand was looking very sexy in the blue light of the toilet. As I was feeling tipsy I was unable to open the knot of my pajama quickly and by the time I could finally open it and sit down, Bhabie was almost complete.
Sunita Bhabie: Aah! Arre, what happened?
Me: Its okay Bhabie. The knot got stuck…
Sunita Bhabie: Oh! You know Anita, this is one area your uncle has always been a novice! May it be opening the mosquito net from the wall or be it my petticoat, he was sure to fumble.
We both laughed out and after emptying my bladder and Bhabie watering the toilet floor, we were again out in the balcony, back to our vodka.
Me: Bhabie, you were telling your experience with your sister’s son… what’s his name?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes. Nandu. But Anita these are so personal things that I am feeling so very ashamed to tell you.
Me: Bhabie, you started with that again. Tell me naa…
Sunita Bhabie: Actually I was passing through such hollowness in my mind and body that I got wild in my thoughts also. In fact I still feel that emptiness grasping me at times.
Me: It is indeed a very tough phase of your life.
Sunita Bhabie: More so because I am finding my husband crippled. Otherwise what I did with Nandu is a crime…
Me: Don’t think it that way Bhabie. It is God who provides us the options that we sometimes clutch to.
Sunita Bhabie: Right Anita. That’s how I think it now a days!
There was a brief pause and then Bhabie continued sharing her experience to me uncensored.
Sunita Bhabie: You know Anita, the moment I saw Nandu when he entered with your uncle, my mind started to evolve devilish thoughts. I immediately decided that the healing approach that I am missing from your uncle I would replenish from Nandu!
Me: But how Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, I knew it was difficulty as I was his ‘mausi’, but then… I had just no options but to… Actually Anita, things turned out to be so exciting that there was no stoppage from my end! It was like an addiction for me teasing this teenage boy.
She took her time, sipped a little vodka, exhaled a long breath, and continued.
Sunita Bhabie: As your uncle entered with Nandu and I went forward and greeted him normally. He took my ashirwad touching my feet and I gave him a normal light hug. But Anita, believe me, I was experiencing a racing heartbeat. It had never happened earlier the innumerable times I have hugged Nandu, who is just like my son! But that day everything seemed different. He was in XI then and he is almost as tall as me. I took his head in my hands and kissed his forehead in the most normal way, but something was happening in me. His teenage look, faint moustache, and well-built body were clouding my focus. I then just casually hugged him patting his back emphasizing the fact that he has got taller, but could realize very clearly that as soon as my boob contours pressed on his flat chest, my nipples were getting harder. Strangely the same uneasiness was crippling me when Gajodhar was enjoying me in the moving train.
Me: The physical change that’s taking place in you probably made you think that way.
Sunita Bhabie: Exactly Anita. My menopausal state, not being attended properly by Manohar, and Gajodhar’s passionate pressing and squeezing that day had worsened my mental state further and I was trying to extract pleasures from the unthinkable.
Me: Taboo!
Sunita Bhabie: I quickly disassociated myself from Nandu’s body and asked him to go to his room and get fresh. Your uncle had already moved inside the house to keep his luggage etc. I went to the kitchen to prepare tea and evening snacks for Nandu, but my mind was somewhere else. There was a fight going on in my mind that why it happened? Nandu is just 17-18 years of age and I am just like his mom, but today a simple embrace for some seconds made me feel hot inside! As I cooked I did not find a suitable answer, instead I found my mind more inclined to use this opportunity of one week that Nandu would stay here to fulfill my desires!
Me: And you did that?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, my heartbeats were still high and in the kitchen itself I made up my mind to utilize Nandu’s stay to my joy. Here also the hindrance was your uncle who used to stay most of the time at home. He used to go at a photography circle from 10:00 a.m. to 01:00 p.m. - that too not all days.
Me: Then how did you manage Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: I told you I was thinking devilish that time and was able to create situations easily for Nandu to become intimate to me. That evening nothing happened, but when Nandu was about to go to bed, I started having an outlandish feeling in my mind to attract him towards me. Just imagine Anita to what extent I was frustrated! I am 40+ and I was so keen to go to this 18-year-old boy who was my sister’s son!
Bhabie dipped her head in shame, I guess.
Me: Hmm Bhabie. Very interesting!
Sunita Bhabie: I noted cautiously that your uncle was watching TV and since we all had dinner there was little chance that he would look for me. So, for me, the coast was clear. I had already changed to my nightwear and thought it was the best opportunity to stir this teenage boy. So I went ahead to go to his room.
Me: Bhabie… no inner?
Sunita Bhabie: No, no. I was wearing a bra inside. To tell you honestly Anita its not that the idea of removing my bra had not come to my mind, because you know even at this age my boobs are reasonably firm and tight than what I see in women of my age. I am not boasting Anita, but yes, its true that my muscles have slackened, but still I don’t have sagged breasts like most ladies of my age. Moreover, since I was having that acute tautness in my breasts during that time and I used to remain bra-less in the morning hours, I was rather conscious about it. So though I was sure I would not look vulgar in a bra-less condition, I did not want to overdo things at the very first opportunity with Nandu.
Bhabie sounded quite confident about her boob strength and tightness. Automatically my eyes also went to her mammaries and indeed they appeared full, round, and erect under her blouse, but generally women of her age tend to wear tighter bras to look modest, but my intoxicated mind was thinking naughty!
Me: Oh! At 40 if you have tight boobs, then I have to say Manohar uncle was not up to the task…
Ha ha huh….
We rolled out in laughter and Bhabie corrected me.
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