13-02-2019, 01:06 PM
Me: You are much like your mausa-ji, you do not think what you are saying.
Nandu: Why mausi?
Me: Okay, good point, tell me - do you always wear a brief below your shorts or pajama when at home?
I looked at Nandu’s pelvic area to see if there was a stir or not! Naturally, he seemed slightly taken aback by such a direct question.
Nandu: Err… Mausi… I mean… of course, yes, except going to bed.
Me: So there goes problem #2. You know what? I hardly wear anything below... err… I mean below my petticoat when at home.
My voice nearly stumbled to express this to Nandu and he naturally looked quite dumbfounded listening to this from his own mausi’s mouth.
Me: So what you can easily do Nandu, I cannot do. Since you wear a brief most of the time as you said, you can easily shed your bermuda or pajama whatever you are wearing and feel comfortable in the heat, but think of me! Even if I do not wear the sari, I cannot remove my petticoat Nandu, as I do not wear anything below it.
There was pin drop silence in the room for a few moments as Nandu must have been quite amazed to hear his own mausi’s very frank statements. But what he told breaking the silence simply shocked me and left me with an open mouth!
Nandu: I mean… mausi don’t you feel awkward? Actually I feel absolutely tight if am not wearing my brief and moving around in the house, even if only mom is present. I don’t know why… probably it’s a habit mom had grew in me. Don’t you, I mean, feel likewise mausi?
Me: Nandu… err… Well, it’s like that… I mean we females are different than you males. I mean, how should I put it?
I was searching for words to answer Nandu and he appeared quite amused seeing my embarrassed state.
Me: Yes Nandu, its true that I also feel likewise, but you know since there are two covers on my body in the form of sari and the petticoat, I often skip wearing… I mean… my panty.
My voice had turned husky while saying the last few words and I was feeling my tongue getting dried up quickly! I could realize my nipples were getting swollen under my brassiere due to my lewd talking.
Nandu: But mausi… I don’t know… may be you think differently, but I thought you should have felt the need even more, as mausa-ji stays in the house, your servants are coming and going, and also the odd salesman pops up every now and then…
I was getting rather cornered by Nandu now and I was unable to furnish a good reason why I do not wear panties at home and I had to cook up something to save my dignity.
Me: Actually Nandu, as I told you, that my legs sweat very much and in fact this whole area sweats so much…
I indicated my upper thigh and waist area with my right hand.
Me: …that… that my inner wear gets spoiled very quickly. That’s the only reason I mean…
Nandu: Okay, okay mausi. You should have told that beforehand.
He was smiling and I also gave a very foolish smile knowing that I was almost trapped playing ‘hot’ with words in front of this young teenager. I tried to act smart and change the topic.
Me: But now that you are here…. I will give you one duty.
Nandu: What duty mausi?
Me: All this afternoon the sales people annoy me. Since you are at home, you will attend them.
Nandu: Oh! No. When I am at home, mom also gives me this duty!
Me: Oh! That’s good. So you already have the habit of being interrupted… But remember it will be a mandatory duty for you here, as I will be handicapped!
Nandu: I didn’t get you mausi…
Me: You have such a weak memory Nandu!
Nandu: Why?
Me: Arre, you idiot! How can I go in front of a salesman without wearing a sari?
Nandu: Oh! So, you agreed to that?
Me: Where’s the way out? You also could not give me any suggestion…
Nandu: Oh! Okay mausi. I will take care of the visitors.
Me: I could have shared the duty with you, but it’s not at all practical that every time one rings the doorbell, I will wrap my sari each time. Isn’t it?
Nandu: Right, right. That’s not possible.
Just at that moment…
“Ding Dong!” The doorbell rang and I realized it must be my husband.
Me: Oh! We have wasted enough time. Go for your bath. Quick! Quick! I will open the door.
As expected, it was Manohar. That day my hubby spent the whole afternoon with Nandu and I dozed off after a full appetite lunch. He went out with Nandu for an evening stroll also. Finally at around 8 p.m. he went out to his friend’s place to play cards. Though this was not a regular habit of his, but sometimes he did go there to play some rounds of bridge. I again got some opportunity to come ‘closer’ to Nandu, but this time our maidservant Gayathri was present in the house cooking in the kitchen. So I had to plan watchfully.
Nandu: Why mausi?
Me: Okay, good point, tell me - do you always wear a brief below your shorts or pajama when at home?
I looked at Nandu’s pelvic area to see if there was a stir or not! Naturally, he seemed slightly taken aback by such a direct question.
Nandu: Err… Mausi… I mean… of course, yes, except going to bed.
Me: So there goes problem #2. You know what? I hardly wear anything below... err… I mean below my petticoat when at home.
My voice nearly stumbled to express this to Nandu and he naturally looked quite dumbfounded listening to this from his own mausi’s mouth.
Me: So what you can easily do Nandu, I cannot do. Since you wear a brief most of the time as you said, you can easily shed your bermuda or pajama whatever you are wearing and feel comfortable in the heat, but think of me! Even if I do not wear the sari, I cannot remove my petticoat Nandu, as I do not wear anything below it.
There was pin drop silence in the room for a few moments as Nandu must have been quite amazed to hear his own mausi’s very frank statements. But what he told breaking the silence simply shocked me and left me with an open mouth!
Nandu: I mean… mausi don’t you feel awkward? Actually I feel absolutely tight if am not wearing my brief and moving around in the house, even if only mom is present. I don’t know why… probably it’s a habit mom had grew in me. Don’t you, I mean, feel likewise mausi?
Me: Nandu… err… Well, it’s like that… I mean we females are different than you males. I mean, how should I put it?
I was searching for words to answer Nandu and he appeared quite amused seeing my embarrassed state.
Me: Yes Nandu, its true that I also feel likewise, but you know since there are two covers on my body in the form of sari and the petticoat, I often skip wearing… I mean… my panty.
My voice had turned husky while saying the last few words and I was feeling my tongue getting dried up quickly! I could realize my nipples were getting swollen under my brassiere due to my lewd talking.
Nandu: But mausi… I don’t know… may be you think differently, but I thought you should have felt the need even more, as mausa-ji stays in the house, your servants are coming and going, and also the odd salesman pops up every now and then…
I was getting rather cornered by Nandu now and I was unable to furnish a good reason why I do not wear panties at home and I had to cook up something to save my dignity.
Me: Actually Nandu, as I told you, that my legs sweat very much and in fact this whole area sweats so much…
I indicated my upper thigh and waist area with my right hand.
Me: …that… that my inner wear gets spoiled very quickly. That’s the only reason I mean…
Nandu: Okay, okay mausi. You should have told that beforehand.
He was smiling and I also gave a very foolish smile knowing that I was almost trapped playing ‘hot’ with words in front of this young teenager. I tried to act smart and change the topic.
Me: But now that you are here…. I will give you one duty.
Nandu: What duty mausi?
Me: All this afternoon the sales people annoy me. Since you are at home, you will attend them.
Nandu: Oh! No. When I am at home, mom also gives me this duty!
Me: Oh! That’s good. So you already have the habit of being interrupted… But remember it will be a mandatory duty for you here, as I will be handicapped!
Nandu: I didn’t get you mausi…
Me: You have such a weak memory Nandu!
Nandu: Why?
Me: Arre, you idiot! How can I go in front of a salesman without wearing a sari?
Nandu: Oh! So, you agreed to that?
Me: Where’s the way out? You also could not give me any suggestion…
Nandu: Oh! Okay mausi. I will take care of the visitors.
Me: I could have shared the duty with you, but it’s not at all practical that every time one rings the doorbell, I will wrap my sari each time. Isn’t it?
Nandu: Right, right. That’s not possible.
Just at that moment…
“Ding Dong!” The doorbell rang and I realized it must be my husband.
Me: Oh! We have wasted enough time. Go for your bath. Quick! Quick! I will open the door.
As expected, it was Manohar. That day my hubby spent the whole afternoon with Nandu and I dozed off after a full appetite lunch. He went out with Nandu for an evening stroll also. Finally at around 8 p.m. he went out to his friend’s place to play cards. Though this was not a regular habit of his, but sometimes he did go there to play some rounds of bridge. I again got some opportunity to come ‘closer’ to Nandu, but this time our maidservant Gayathri was present in the house cooking in the kitchen. So I had to plan watchfully.
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