Adultery Guru Ji Ka Treatment by Mai Hu Na

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sunita Bhabie: Not at all Anita. During my good days he used to attack like a beast and was very fond of playing with my tits and I enjoyed every bit of it. But probably once he realized he lost his erection, he coiled into his self and you know, he does not even want to talk at all on these issues.

Me: Bhabie…. Nandu!

Sunita Bhabie: Oh yes! So after checking that your uncle was watching some sports channel, I went to Nandu’s room.

#### <<Narration is in Sunita Bhabie’s words henceforth>>

Me: Is everything okay beta?

Nandu: Yes mausi. Its hotter here than in Delhi.

Me: Yes Nandu, everything is hot here.

Nandu laughed not comprehending my double meaning phrase. He was too innocent to catch my prank. I checked his bed though his bed was already made. As I stretched the already stretched bedcover, I deliberately bent down in front of him so that my cleavage was visible over the U-neck of my nighty. I noticed Nandu noted that for a second, but looked elsewhere. Afterall I was his mausi.

Me: Have you not brought any shorts? How can you sleep in these pajamas Nandu? It’s so hot.

Nandu stammered as I could well realize he had not brought shorts along with him.

Nandu: I can manage mausi.

Me: No, no. How can that be? Have you not brought any Bermudas also?

Nandu: No. Actually mom told to take pajamas because she said I would look indecent in those Bermudas if someone comes at your place.

Me: Oh! This Tulsi naa! Anyway, I will look for an old Bermuda of your mausa-ji.

I intentionally adjusted my bra inside my nighty thrusting my heavy boobs in front of Nandu’s face who was sitting on the bed. I could see that he had the eagerness to look at me, but probably due to our relationship he was avoiding eye contact.

Me: But if I do not get a shorts, please don’t do what your mausa-ji used to do. Oh! Horrible!

Nandu: What mausi?

Me: I can tell you, but then don’t tell your mausa-ji that I have shared it with you.

Nandu: No, no mausi.

I tried my best to make things hotter for Nandu so that he starts taking interest in me. Nandu’s eyes were inquisitive to know what his mausa-ji would do.

Me: Arre! What to say Nandu! Suppose he is on bed with me and is wearing a pajama and the weather is hot like today’s, after sometime I will surely find him with his pajama down to his knees and he is sleeping. Just imagine!

I tried to keep my voice as sweet as possible with a meaningful smile on my lips to catch Nandu’s full attention. Naturally Nandu could not react properly to my comment and was feeling rather tight, which depicted through his foolish smile.

Me: Nandu, just wait. I will bring you a Bermuda.

Saying that I went to my bedroom and took out an old shorts of Manohar from the wardrobe and handed over to him.

Nandu: Thanks mausi.

I was planning to hug him once before I bid him good night. My pussy was itching already! My heart had started to beat faster!

Me: Nandu, come here once. Have you gone past me?

Nandu: Yes mausi. Am taller than you now.

Saying that he came down from the bed and stood near me.

Me: Oh! You were just this much small when you used to play in our house and now you have gone past me! How quickly days go by…

I pretended that I was really surprised seeing him taller than me.

Me: I wish you all the success in life Nandu… May God bless you with his choicest blessings.

While saying that I stood very closely to him and put my right hand on his head.

Me: Do not ever give pain to your parents and always take care of them.

Now I descended my right hand from his head down his neck to his shoulder and stood closer so that my protruding boobs started brushing his arm and chest.

Me: Be good towards all and always be truthful. Okay my dear?

I could realize my nipples under my nighty were getting harder and my body trembled a bit as I put my left arm also on his shoulder.

Nandu: Y… yes mausi.

Me: Good boy. I sincerely wish that you grew to a true human in life.

Saying those emotional words, I very normally held his face with both hands and pulled his head towards me and kissed his forehead. When I met him in the evening I did exactly the same thing, but this time I wanted more. I forgot my relation with him and that he was just a teenager and a class XI boy and myself being 40+ and mother of a married daughter!

Me: Nandu, don’t forget your mausi when you become a big man... Will you forget me?

His head was already on my shoulder and his body was somewhat bending back and away from me. I now embraced him ensuring that his body presses on me. Though it was a motherly hug, but Nandu was a bit hesitant and uncomfortable and so I continued to stroke his head and back very normally as an elderly person would do so that he did not feel awkward.

Nandu: No, mausi, how can I forget you all?

Me: Hmm. Keep that in mind.

I gently pushed my boobs into his flat chest to give the young boy the feeling of my big bra-covered boobs and I was certain that Nandu was aware of the fullness of my breasts pressing on his body. I wanted him to hold me by my waist, but of course that never happened and he kept his hands at his sides out of sheer vacillation. I tried to extract as much pleasure as possible from that ‘motherly hug’ and continued pressing my tight mammaries on his chest. Though I felt like embracing him very tightly, but I had to control my emotions keeping in mind that Nandu might act erratically seeing my bold behavior. Moreover, the last thing I wanted was to make Manohar unnecessarily suspicious. The whole week was still left for me.

I bid him good night and came to my room. Manohar was still watching the television and I called him to come to bed. I found he came almost instantaneously, which was surprising to me, as on most days I call him, wait and then finally go to bed, but he still continues to watch those rubbish sports programs. I was burning within me getting the slightest feel of Nandu’s body and honestly wished my husband to make love.