14-02-2019, 12:22 PM
I was stiff as a rock, momentarily!
But the way Mama-ji was cuddling and tickling my waist and belly area, I could not remain motionless for long! Mama-ji curled his fingers and forcefully started to crawl his fingers inside my armpit! It was such a sexy and inept action that I was fleetingly stunned, but the way he brushed and rubbed his fingers in my armpit area that I was felt largely tickled. Though I quickly tried to squeeze my arm so as to bridge the gap, Mama-ji was by then through the gate and was tickling me in a very assertive mood.
Me: Uuuuiiii…. Hee hee heeee…. Ooooiiii…. Maaaaa…. Heee heee heee… p-l-e-a-s-e s-t-o-p….
Things were really getting bizarre! I never could anticipate that my elderly relative would step into this sort of a clumsy prank with me. As Mama-ji continued to tickle me with both hands in my armpit and belly area, I was naturally animated more and more as a result of which my clothes were getting disoriented very sexily. My sari pallu was now virtually flowing on the floor forcing me to expose my big-sized boobs adequately to Mama-ji. As I was constantly getting animated due to Mama-ji’s feverish tickling, I had to bend and arch and do all sorts of movements to avoid the action and even my sari had came off quite a bit from my waist revealing my petticoat!
Me: Mama-ji… Uiii… hee hee hee hee…. Please STOP….
His other hand was now tickling my navel area and like all women I was very sensitive in that area. I just burst out in laughter as he did this act and as this continued, I was able to realize that I was quickly getting drained out due to my constant laughs. I was in fact puffing at times and really had little energy to barricade Mama-ji. The old man was intelligent enough to grasp that and was rapidly making inroads into my plump figure. Initially though he was tickling me in the armpit proper, but now that my resistance had diminished, Mama-ji was clearly spreading his fingers and feeling the sides of my tight boob flesh!
Mama-ji just did not give me a single moment of relief as his nimble fingers brushed all along my belly area and poked very sexily inside my deep navel. I was laughing away fanatically and could well realize inside that I was unable to take it any more! Mama-ji seemed to be gaining more and more power as he heard me laughing almost feverishly. I had to do something to stop Mama-ji who must have been getting immense fun from this eccentric act!
What to do… what to do… I was really puzzled…
Ultimately I just decided to run away from Mama-ji! Yes, that’s the only way I thought I could avoid this tickling. I immediately implemented what had sparked in my mind and since Mama-ji was no longer embracing me, it was rather easy for me to run away from him. In the meantime Mama-ji was also laughing while he tickled me and when he saw me running away from him, he was probably momentarily undecided, but was instantly ready with a new prank!
During this tickling process, I was most of the time palluless and my sari had got very loose at the waist and a bit of it was in fact flowing on the floor and Mama-ji quickly saw that and at once stepped on my sari on the floor! I was virtually fleeing away from him and I felt a sudden jerk at my waist and my sari just whiffed off as I could not stop right away! I was taken entirely aback and stopped running, but by that time my sari had unfolded off my waist and was only loosely clinging to the lower part of my body.
For a moment… just for a fraction of a second, Mama-ji seemed exactly like a rapist, a perverted old man, stepping on my sari to strip and expose me!
Mama-ji: Ha ha ha… Bahurani… you cannot escape… Ha ha ha… I will not leave you today till you experience a complete tickling session… Ha ha ha…
Me: Mama-ji… please… stop this… arre…. let me wear the sari properly …
Before I could even complete my words, Mama-ji was again all over me. He just dashed towards me and out of reflex action I was trying to flee away from him!
Me: Eiii…. Mama-ji…. Nnnneeehhhhiii…..
I somehow advanced a few more steps forward in that condition, but realized that this would be just bizarre if I continue like this and had crossed the limits of decency! My sari had slipped off my waist now almost entirely and was virtually fully on the floor just like a long thick snake, excepting that one end was still clinging somehow on my ass!
Mama-ji: Bahurani, why are you running away? Ha ha ha… Arre…. I just want to make you laugh my dear… don’t underestimate me… I can easily catch you… see… ha ha ha…
I had sprinted towards the door and was now in fact out of the room and landed into the dining hall. My big breasts were undulating inside my tight blouse and indeed I looked very sexy clad like that only in my blouse and petticoat, though one end of my sari still somehow adhered to my heavy juggling ass.
Me: Mama-ji… please… ssssssssttttoooooooooopppppppp… Uiiiii…..
Mama-ji: Just wait… Uhhh…..till I catch you….
It seemed as if our ages had diminished significantly and we acted like two teenagers fooling around! As I looked back to see how close Mama-ji was from me, I…
Me: Ahhh! OUCH!
I collided with something and was just blank for a moment. I turned and fall into as if a deep hole!
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuu…. Ooops!
I bumped on one of the sofas in the dining hall and my whole body turned and I fell on it. But since these couches were rather extraordinary, I found myself in an extremely awkward posture! The cushion of this couch was unusually soft and spongy and naturally for a fleshy-bottomed woman like me, I just dug deeper and deeper and deeper inside the couch, more so due to my falling in an awkward posture. I tried to grab the hand-rest for some support, but my hips descended so much inside that I felt awful in that posture! My legs were virtually in the air as I could not keep my balance while descending on this couch and the back-rest was so low-aligned that I was unable to control my body movement properly.
Mama-ji: Ha ha ha… Now you are caught my dear… Ha ha ha… Bahurani, you are silly that a little girl… why were you running? Will I eat you? Ha ha ha…. Now? Where should I start? Eh? Ha ha ha…
Mama-ji closed on me with his hands stretched in the air trying to as if frighten me and I felt so awkward positioned like that that in the sofa. As I looked down for a moment I was horrified to note that a lot of my fair-colored cleavage was exposed over my blouse and in fact the bulge of my breasts was clearly evident over my blouse neckline!
Me: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ii! SSSSSTTTTTTTOOOOOPPPP! Mama-jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…..
This was surely the height of tickling that Mama-ji applied on me! As he was standing right in front of me and I was almost lying in his specially-designed sofa with my fleshy bottoms going well inside the sofa forcing my legs go up in the air (not fully vertical though), he just started tickling the sole of my right foot with his fingers and the feeling was so eerie that I just screamed out in ecstasy! Seeing my wild reaction, Mama-ji seemed to be pretty much excited and was doing it more vigorously.
Me: Hehehehhehhehhheeeeeeeee….. Uuuuuuuuuuuuu…. Mama-ji… P-L-E-A-S-E stoppppppp…. He hee heee heeee heeeee…
I just broke out in laughter as I felt tremendously tickled by this wacky act. Initially my emotion exploded through my loud wild screams, but since Mama-ji was increasing the intensity of the tickle on my foot sole, I could not control myself from throwing my leg in the air. As I started doing that, I noted Mama-ji was now using both of his hands in tickling the soles of my feet. He brushed and crept his long fingers on both my right and left foot soles compelling me to newer heights of laughter.
Me: Heeeee heeeeee heeeeeee heeeeeee….. Uuuuuuu….. Heeeeee heeeeee…. Eeeeeiiiii….
was now throwing my legs like anything and this made things utterly worse for me. As I landed in the sofa, my legs were already placed somewhat upward and my petticoat was just a few inches up my legs, but now with Mama-ji vigorously tickling the undersurface of both feet with his hands, I was throwing my legs in the air like anything and my petticoat just slipped down my smooth curvy legs at a hurried pace leaving me extremely edgy. I could see my ankles, shins, and knees getting exposed and to my utter shock I soon noted that my very fair plump thighs were also getting uncovered as my petticoat slipped further down.
Me: Ssssssssss…. Heeeeee heeeeeeeeee heeeeeeee… Iiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssss….
Mama-ji: Ha ha ha…. This must be fun Beti… Ho ho ho ho….
I quickly tried to cover my exposed well formed legs with my petticoat using my free hands, but since Mama-ji was relentlessly tickling my soles, it was impossible for me to do that as I continued to throw my legs desperately in the air to avoid his hands on my foot soles. The petticoat slipped down so much that I was alarmed that whether it was hiding my dignity at all!
“I must get out of this fucking sofa”, I said to myself and tried my best to keep the end of the petticoat in place so that my panty at least did not get exposed. Mama-ji probably heard me because what he did next exposed my lower body completely!
Mama-ji: Now take this Beti… let’s see if it tickles you more or less?
Saying that he took off his left hand off my foot sole and started to very gently poke, brush, and crawl the back of my right knee! Since I was facing him on the sofa and my legs were almost up towards the ceiling, it was very easy for him to induce this new prank!
Me: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee……
Naturally I screamed enormously loud as I felt this sweet prickle inside the fold of my knee and as a reflex action my legs got parted also as I felt a very sexy sensation being touched in that “rarely touched” body part and right at that moment I heard a big “WOW” from Mama-ji.
As I followed Mama-ji’s eyes, I could well realize what must have happened. When I parted my legs wide, still throwing them up in the air due to his weird tickling, my petticoat slipped dangerously down, this time almost till my waist, resulting in a grand panty peek of mine for Mama-ji. I tried my best to fold the legs so as to cover my crotch from his direct viewing, but since he was standing right in front of me and this confounded couch did not allow me to sit properly in it, I was having a trying time covering the lower half of the body.
Mama-ji reacted just like a vulture converging on its prey and instantaneously engaged both his hands in tickling the underside of my knees. I was laughing away though clearing understanding that it no longer was a “laughing matter”, as I was exposed very indecently by Mama-ji through his childish pranks. Though the whole episode looked very childish and rather innocent and funny, how could I override the fact that I was a married matured woman?
I was not a teenager that I could continue like this with an occasional cleavage exposure over my top, or a button getting opened of my top revealing my bra, or an upskirt revealing my panty. I was an adult woman of 28! My body was no longer in the developing stage. I had to be cautious regarding my dress and exposure. Moreover, I was involved with an elderly relative of mine – my Mama-ji. May be he was doing this childhood prank of tickling with me very casually and certainly not with any ill intentions since he did not get a chance often to mix with us since we live far-flung. But I could not simply continue doing this whorish behavior and shamelessly expose my body to him.
I lost my sari due to my own carelessness. Had I tucked my sari pallu in my waist in the very beginning, this never could have happened. And had I not flee from Mama-ji’s tickling, surely I would not have bumped on this confounded “special” couch and exposed my panty to him. I cursed only myself in my mind and could not see any fault of Mama-ji’s. I even thought that I was fortunate that my relative was an elderly fellow, otherwise the amount of exposure I had done in this homely atmosphere would have rendered any adult male go wild with excitement and surely he would not let me go easily!
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuiiii….. Heeeee heeeeeeee heeeeeeeee….
Mama-ji: Ha ha hah…. Ha ha hah… this is fun, isn’t it Bahurani! Ha ha ha….
Mama-ji seemed to be getting innovative by the moment and I was so much drained out laughing that I hardly was left with much resistance power! Mama-ji was now quite forcefully tickling the insides of my knees gripping that area almost and the effect on me was just enormous. It was not only the heavy ticklish feel that I was experiencing, but concurrently a feeling of sensuality was also engulfing me being caressed in such an intimate and “rare” body part. I was throwing my legs up in the air feverishly and due to the awkward incline of the sofa, my petticoat was now bunched up near my ass and my entire legs and thighs were totally bare. I was also quite sure that Mama-ji must have been enjoying an unrestrictive and a very provocative view of my panty. Honestly, I was quite helpless as I had to keep my hands on the hand-rest of that couch for keeping balance and hence could not even cover my crotch, and with my feet thrown almost perpendicularly in the air, there was no way I could stop Mama-ji from gaping at my panty!
As I continued to laugh and wriggle on the sofa due to relentless tickle and light prickles by Mama-ji, I was trying to make out if Mama-ji was eyeing me from a different angle seeing me in such exposed condition. As I continued to giggle aloud, I looked into his eyes and though he was gaping at my milky white thighs and eyeing my exposed panty, I could not apprehend any untoward approach in his moves. He seemed to be doing this just for fun and only to make me laugh. As this theory started to set forth in my mind, the heavy blush that I was experiencing gradually started to disappear. The hesitation in me was also slowly fading away as I persistently remained in that compromised posture in the sofa with my plump legs up in the air and my whole petticoat virtually disappearing under my heavy ass!
Just then, all of a sudden I felt Mama-ji had taken off his hands from my body. I was still giggling and as if in perpetual motion was throwing my legs up in the air even when Mama-ji had ceased to tickle me in my legs! I realized that in a second and quickly folded my legs so as to conceal my panty to be so brazenly exposed. But…
But what was happening to Mama-ji?
From the awkward angle of the sofa I noticed that Mama-ji’s body had curved like an arch and he surely was on to a new prank I thought!
Mama-ji: Ukkkk! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh! Aaaaaaaaaaahhh!
I was a bit surprised seeing Mama-ji’s posture and tried to make out what he was trying to do, but since right at that moment he turned away from me, I was unable to guess what was up in his sleeve.
Me: Ohh Mama-ji! You almost laughed me to death! Uh! I never had such a long laugh in my life… Ohh…. O my God! I am so much exhausted … Aaah!
I tried to get out of that confounded sofa and lifted my heavy ass and quickly pulled my petticoat down to cover my panty and thighs. I looked so shameless with my fair rotund legs completely exposed!
Me: Mama-ji, am really not interested in any more… seriously Mama-ji! Am not joking! Ufff! It seems I have worn out totally you know!
Mama-ji remained silent and continued to be in that stooped posture. I got out of the sofa and as I stood on my legs my petticoat immediately dropped to my ankles and I felt so much wrapped and protected! I quickly checked my petticoat knot whether it got loose in this hustle and bustle and stepped towards Mama-ji.
Me: Mama-ji? Mama-ji!! What happened? Why are you stooping like that?
Mama-ji still was silent and as I went past him to face him I was shocked seeing his agonizing face!
Me: What? What happened Mama-ji? Are you hurt?
Mama-ji: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhh!
I noticed that Mama-ji had stooped to hold his lower abdomen with both hands and surely appeared to be in great pain. Naturally I got anxious and pushed Mama-ji with my right hand for a reply.
Me: Mama-ji, where are you hurt? Did I hurt you in any way? Please answer!
Though Mama-ji’s face was lowered in pain towards the floor, I could sense that he was in much anguish and needed my help. For a moment I thought of wearing my sari because I was only clad in my blouse and petticoat, but decided to go ahead like that since there was no one else in the house at that moment except Mama-ji. So I could remain in that semi-exposed condition and at that point in time my main concern naturally was to know why Mama-ji was in pain and to alleviate it.
Me: Mama-ji, please tell me? Where are you having the pain? Mama-ji! Mama-ji!
Mama-ji: Uhhhh…. It’s a terrible pain Beti…. Please… please help me get inside…. Ohhhh! Uuuuuhhhh!
As Mama-ji stood up slightly from his bent posture, it was very apparent that he was in tremendous pain as I noticed that his face was almost getting deformed due to the acute soreness he was experiencing.
Mama-ji: Don’t… Don’t worry Beti… Aaaahhhhh! I will be ….
Me: Don’t talk… please don’t talk! Are you having pain in the abdomen? Ishhh…. Just a few moments ago you were laughing and now….
I could well realize that he was trying his best to swallow the pain so that I did not get more concerned, but his face was portraying the suffering. As I approached to help Mama-ji to get inside the room, he quickly grabbed my right hand for support and I encircled my left hand round him so that he could get the required support while walking. As I did that I got stiff momentarily because when I hemmed in my left hand round Mama-ji, naturally my left breast got pressed on the side of his body very copiously. Though I knew Mama-ji was an elderly person and this was not the time in fact to concentrate on that but rather I ought to focus on his problem, I still was getting a sensuous feel!
As I walked inside the room and looked up momentarily I saw myself in the mirror and realized why I was getting this sensuous feel even at that point of time when my relative was in much pain. I was looking extremely sexy without the sari and my blouse was fitted so tightly on my breasts that the size and shape of my mammaries were clearly revealed. My wheat-colored deep cleavage was crystal clear above my blouse and my white bra was also prominently visible through the thin fabric of my blouse as I looked at myself through the mirror. I tried to ignore my dressing and concentrated on Mama-ji, but while I aided him to reach towards the bed, his elbow was constantly pressing and digging onto my firm left breast as a result of which I was naturally getting a bit turned on.
Me: Here… Mama-ji now lay down… Yes… eh… extend your legs… r-i-g-h-t….
I had to bend significantly to lay Mama-ji flat on the bed as he was getting crouched with pain and as Mama-ji thanked me I noticed his eyes briefly halting on my conical blouse-covered flesh. Since I was bending low, much of my boob flesh oozed over of my blouse neck and a lot of my butter-colored cleavage got exposed in front of his eyes. Because I was not wearing any sari, it was quite impossible for me to hide my eye-catching seeping jawani.
Me: Where are you getting the pain Mama-ji? In the abdomen?
I quickly stood straight, but my breasts being quite sizable appeared very prominent through my blouse and I could realize that anyone talking to me at this juncture would have his eyes invariably on them. I could not just leave Mama-ji like this and go for my sari also; so had to remain half-stripped.
Mama-ji: Its… its… Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh… its my her…. her…. Uuuuuu……
What Mama-ji was doing now immediately started to make me feel exceedingly awkward. Initially since he held his abdomen with both hands, I thought he was having abdominal aches, but now lying on the bed Mama-ji was writhing in pain and his body crouched and curved and Mama-ji was holding his….. my god….
Mama-ji was holding his crotch with both hands over his lungi! Was he getting the pain there? What sort of pain could it be I wondered!
Me: Mama-ji! Mama-ji, what “her”? What did you say? I did not get you…
I was shocked as I watched him! My eyeballs popped out as I saw Mama-ji was clearly holding onto his penis with both hands over his lungi! I could not believe my eyes! What sort of pain was he getting there? Naturally I was slightly apprehensive and a bit hesitant too.
Mama-ji: It’s… its an old pain Beti…. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu….its my old hernia pain … I get this at times… very, very painful Bahu…. rani….simply unbearable… Aaaahhhh….
Me: Hernia?!!?
It was not that I had not heard that term, but honestly was not very sure what exactly it was.
Me: I… I see… but…
Mama-ji: Bahurai, had you been an outsider I had to take an excuse and confine myself within closed doors… this is so personal a problem that I cannot share even… Uiiiiiiii….. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh…
Me: It’s an old problem? So acute? But… but you never referred to it Mama-ji!
Mama-ji: Aaaahhh! I cannot relate about this problem to anybody naaa… Uuuuuuhh… Your mother-in-law knows about it…
I was getting restless to see Mama-ji writhing in pain like that; his face was looking miserable portraying the severe ache.
Me: Mama-ji, what to do now... tell me…what is the exact problem I can’t understand!
Mama-ji: Bahurani, I am… I am… how should I tell you… Uuuuuhhhh! I mean when I get this hernia pain, I experience a terrible twinge in my balls…. Ooohhhhh!
Me: BALLS?
I was simply appalled hearing that and could not stop exclaiming!
Mama-ji: Aaahh! Yes Beti… I get very stern pain in my balls and an unbearable burning sensation on my… what should I say… it’s so shameful to relate to anyone…. Uuuuuuhhhh…. I get this terrible burning sensation on my LUND.
I stood absolutely motionless with my lips wide apart. I was as if thunderstruck! I was simply boweled over by Mama-ji’s outlandish problem.
Mama-ji: Uhhh…. Uhhh…. Beti… please help me… I will die in this pain… its absolutely unbearable. Ooooooooh!
He was almost rolling left and right on the bed in his acute pain. His lungi had moved off his legs and Mama-ji’s hairy legs were exposed till his knees and even a part of his muscular thighs. Even at this crisis hour, my eyes were getting distracted seeing exposed male body.
Me: (trying my level best to look normal) Mama-ji, I mean… shall I… shall I call the doctor?
Mama-ji: Doctor? Huh! I had visited so many times…. You know what…. Aaaahhh…. they asked me to operate. Huh!
Mama-ji was still holding onto his cock with both hands and to my utter disbelief he was even stroking his balls with his fingers! The old man obviously was doing that to alleviate pain, but it looked extremely indecent! His lungi had so dangerously hiked up his hairy legs due to his hands converging at his crotch that I honestly started feeling fairly edgy.
Me: Operate?
But the way Mama-ji was cuddling and tickling my waist and belly area, I could not remain motionless for long! Mama-ji curled his fingers and forcefully started to crawl his fingers inside my armpit! It was such a sexy and inept action that I was fleetingly stunned, but the way he brushed and rubbed his fingers in my armpit area that I was felt largely tickled. Though I quickly tried to squeeze my arm so as to bridge the gap, Mama-ji was by then through the gate and was tickling me in a very assertive mood.
Me: Uuuuiiii…. Hee hee heeee…. Ooooiiii…. Maaaaa…. Heee heee heee… p-l-e-a-s-e s-t-o-p….
Things were really getting bizarre! I never could anticipate that my elderly relative would step into this sort of a clumsy prank with me. As Mama-ji continued to tickle me with both hands in my armpit and belly area, I was naturally animated more and more as a result of which my clothes were getting disoriented very sexily. My sari pallu was now virtually flowing on the floor forcing me to expose my big-sized boobs adequately to Mama-ji. As I was constantly getting animated due to Mama-ji’s feverish tickling, I had to bend and arch and do all sorts of movements to avoid the action and even my sari had came off quite a bit from my waist revealing my petticoat!
Me: Mama-ji… Uiii… hee hee hee hee…. Please STOP….
His other hand was now tickling my navel area and like all women I was very sensitive in that area. I just burst out in laughter as he did this act and as this continued, I was able to realize that I was quickly getting drained out due to my constant laughs. I was in fact puffing at times and really had little energy to barricade Mama-ji. The old man was intelligent enough to grasp that and was rapidly making inroads into my plump figure. Initially though he was tickling me in the armpit proper, but now that my resistance had diminished, Mama-ji was clearly spreading his fingers and feeling the sides of my tight boob flesh!
Mama-ji just did not give me a single moment of relief as his nimble fingers brushed all along my belly area and poked very sexily inside my deep navel. I was laughing away fanatically and could well realize inside that I was unable to take it any more! Mama-ji seemed to be gaining more and more power as he heard me laughing almost feverishly. I had to do something to stop Mama-ji who must have been getting immense fun from this eccentric act!
What to do… what to do… I was really puzzled…
Ultimately I just decided to run away from Mama-ji! Yes, that’s the only way I thought I could avoid this tickling. I immediately implemented what had sparked in my mind and since Mama-ji was no longer embracing me, it was rather easy for me to run away from him. In the meantime Mama-ji was also laughing while he tickled me and when he saw me running away from him, he was probably momentarily undecided, but was instantly ready with a new prank!
During this tickling process, I was most of the time palluless and my sari had got very loose at the waist and a bit of it was in fact flowing on the floor and Mama-ji quickly saw that and at once stepped on my sari on the floor! I was virtually fleeing away from him and I felt a sudden jerk at my waist and my sari just whiffed off as I could not stop right away! I was taken entirely aback and stopped running, but by that time my sari had unfolded off my waist and was only loosely clinging to the lower part of my body.
For a moment… just for a fraction of a second, Mama-ji seemed exactly like a rapist, a perverted old man, stepping on my sari to strip and expose me!
Mama-ji: Ha ha ha… Bahurani… you cannot escape… Ha ha ha… I will not leave you today till you experience a complete tickling session… Ha ha ha…
Me: Mama-ji… please… stop this… arre…. let me wear the sari properly …
Before I could even complete my words, Mama-ji was again all over me. He just dashed towards me and out of reflex action I was trying to flee away from him!
Me: Eiii…. Mama-ji…. Nnnneeehhhhiii…..
I somehow advanced a few more steps forward in that condition, but realized that this would be just bizarre if I continue like this and had crossed the limits of decency! My sari had slipped off my waist now almost entirely and was virtually fully on the floor just like a long thick snake, excepting that one end was still clinging somehow on my ass!
Mama-ji: Bahurani, why are you running away? Ha ha ha… Arre…. I just want to make you laugh my dear… don’t underestimate me… I can easily catch you… see… ha ha ha…
I had sprinted towards the door and was now in fact out of the room and landed into the dining hall. My big breasts were undulating inside my tight blouse and indeed I looked very sexy clad like that only in my blouse and petticoat, though one end of my sari still somehow adhered to my heavy juggling ass.
Me: Mama-ji… please… ssssssssttttoooooooooopppppppp… Uiiiii…..
Mama-ji: Just wait… Uhhh…..till I catch you….
It seemed as if our ages had diminished significantly and we acted like two teenagers fooling around! As I looked back to see how close Mama-ji was from me, I…
Me: Ahhh! OUCH!
I collided with something and was just blank for a moment. I turned and fall into as if a deep hole!
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuu…. Ooops!
I bumped on one of the sofas in the dining hall and my whole body turned and I fell on it. But since these couches were rather extraordinary, I found myself in an extremely awkward posture! The cushion of this couch was unusually soft and spongy and naturally for a fleshy-bottomed woman like me, I just dug deeper and deeper and deeper inside the couch, more so due to my falling in an awkward posture. I tried to grab the hand-rest for some support, but my hips descended so much inside that I felt awful in that posture! My legs were virtually in the air as I could not keep my balance while descending on this couch and the back-rest was so low-aligned that I was unable to control my body movement properly.
Mama-ji: Ha ha ha… Now you are caught my dear… Ha ha ha… Bahurani, you are silly that a little girl… why were you running? Will I eat you? Ha ha ha…. Now? Where should I start? Eh? Ha ha ha…
Mama-ji closed on me with his hands stretched in the air trying to as if frighten me and I felt so awkward positioned like that that in the sofa. As I looked down for a moment I was horrified to note that a lot of my fair-colored cleavage was exposed over my blouse and in fact the bulge of my breasts was clearly evident over my blouse neckline!
Me: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ii! SSSSSTTTTTTTOOOOOPPPP! Mama-jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…..
This was surely the height of tickling that Mama-ji applied on me! As he was standing right in front of me and I was almost lying in his specially-designed sofa with my fleshy bottoms going well inside the sofa forcing my legs go up in the air (not fully vertical though), he just started tickling the sole of my right foot with his fingers and the feeling was so eerie that I just screamed out in ecstasy! Seeing my wild reaction, Mama-ji seemed to be pretty much excited and was doing it more vigorously.
Me: Hehehehhehhehhheeeeeeeee….. Uuuuuuuuuuuuu…. Mama-ji… P-L-E-A-S-E stoppppppp…. He hee heee heeee heeeee…
I just broke out in laughter as I felt tremendously tickled by this wacky act. Initially my emotion exploded through my loud wild screams, but since Mama-ji was increasing the intensity of the tickle on my foot sole, I could not control myself from throwing my leg in the air. As I started doing that, I noted Mama-ji was now using both of his hands in tickling the soles of my feet. He brushed and crept his long fingers on both my right and left foot soles compelling me to newer heights of laughter.
Me: Heeeee heeeeee heeeeeee heeeeeee….. Uuuuuuu….. Heeeeee heeeeee…. Eeeeeiiiii….
was now throwing my legs like anything and this made things utterly worse for me. As I landed in the sofa, my legs were already placed somewhat upward and my petticoat was just a few inches up my legs, but now with Mama-ji vigorously tickling the undersurface of both feet with his hands, I was throwing my legs in the air like anything and my petticoat just slipped down my smooth curvy legs at a hurried pace leaving me extremely edgy. I could see my ankles, shins, and knees getting exposed and to my utter shock I soon noted that my very fair plump thighs were also getting uncovered as my petticoat slipped further down.
Me: Ssssssssss…. Heeeeee heeeeeeeeee heeeeeeee… Iiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssss….
Mama-ji: Ha ha ha…. This must be fun Beti… Ho ho ho ho….
I quickly tried to cover my exposed well formed legs with my petticoat using my free hands, but since Mama-ji was relentlessly tickling my soles, it was impossible for me to do that as I continued to throw my legs desperately in the air to avoid his hands on my foot soles. The petticoat slipped down so much that I was alarmed that whether it was hiding my dignity at all!
“I must get out of this fucking sofa”, I said to myself and tried my best to keep the end of the petticoat in place so that my panty at least did not get exposed. Mama-ji probably heard me because what he did next exposed my lower body completely!
Mama-ji: Now take this Beti… let’s see if it tickles you more or less?
Saying that he took off his left hand off my foot sole and started to very gently poke, brush, and crawl the back of my right knee! Since I was facing him on the sofa and my legs were almost up towards the ceiling, it was very easy for him to induce this new prank!
Me: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee……
Naturally I screamed enormously loud as I felt this sweet prickle inside the fold of my knee and as a reflex action my legs got parted also as I felt a very sexy sensation being touched in that “rarely touched” body part and right at that moment I heard a big “WOW” from Mama-ji.
As I followed Mama-ji’s eyes, I could well realize what must have happened. When I parted my legs wide, still throwing them up in the air due to his weird tickling, my petticoat slipped dangerously down, this time almost till my waist, resulting in a grand panty peek of mine for Mama-ji. I tried my best to fold the legs so as to cover my crotch from his direct viewing, but since he was standing right in front of me and this confounded couch did not allow me to sit properly in it, I was having a trying time covering the lower half of the body.
Mama-ji reacted just like a vulture converging on its prey and instantaneously engaged both his hands in tickling the underside of my knees. I was laughing away though clearing understanding that it no longer was a “laughing matter”, as I was exposed very indecently by Mama-ji through his childish pranks. Though the whole episode looked very childish and rather innocent and funny, how could I override the fact that I was a married matured woman?
I was not a teenager that I could continue like this with an occasional cleavage exposure over my top, or a button getting opened of my top revealing my bra, or an upskirt revealing my panty. I was an adult woman of 28! My body was no longer in the developing stage. I had to be cautious regarding my dress and exposure. Moreover, I was involved with an elderly relative of mine – my Mama-ji. May be he was doing this childhood prank of tickling with me very casually and certainly not with any ill intentions since he did not get a chance often to mix with us since we live far-flung. But I could not simply continue doing this whorish behavior and shamelessly expose my body to him.
I lost my sari due to my own carelessness. Had I tucked my sari pallu in my waist in the very beginning, this never could have happened. And had I not flee from Mama-ji’s tickling, surely I would not have bumped on this confounded “special” couch and exposed my panty to him. I cursed only myself in my mind and could not see any fault of Mama-ji’s. I even thought that I was fortunate that my relative was an elderly fellow, otherwise the amount of exposure I had done in this homely atmosphere would have rendered any adult male go wild with excitement and surely he would not let me go easily!
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuiiii….. Heeeee heeeeeeee heeeeeeeee….
Mama-ji: Ha ha hah…. Ha ha hah… this is fun, isn’t it Bahurani! Ha ha ha….
Mama-ji seemed to be getting innovative by the moment and I was so much drained out laughing that I hardly was left with much resistance power! Mama-ji was now quite forcefully tickling the insides of my knees gripping that area almost and the effect on me was just enormous. It was not only the heavy ticklish feel that I was experiencing, but concurrently a feeling of sensuality was also engulfing me being caressed in such an intimate and “rare” body part. I was throwing my legs up in the air feverishly and due to the awkward incline of the sofa, my petticoat was now bunched up near my ass and my entire legs and thighs were totally bare. I was also quite sure that Mama-ji must have been enjoying an unrestrictive and a very provocative view of my panty. Honestly, I was quite helpless as I had to keep my hands on the hand-rest of that couch for keeping balance and hence could not even cover my crotch, and with my feet thrown almost perpendicularly in the air, there was no way I could stop Mama-ji from gaping at my panty!
As I continued to laugh and wriggle on the sofa due to relentless tickle and light prickles by Mama-ji, I was trying to make out if Mama-ji was eyeing me from a different angle seeing me in such exposed condition. As I continued to giggle aloud, I looked into his eyes and though he was gaping at my milky white thighs and eyeing my exposed panty, I could not apprehend any untoward approach in his moves. He seemed to be doing this just for fun and only to make me laugh. As this theory started to set forth in my mind, the heavy blush that I was experiencing gradually started to disappear. The hesitation in me was also slowly fading away as I persistently remained in that compromised posture in the sofa with my plump legs up in the air and my whole petticoat virtually disappearing under my heavy ass!
Just then, all of a sudden I felt Mama-ji had taken off his hands from my body. I was still giggling and as if in perpetual motion was throwing my legs up in the air even when Mama-ji had ceased to tickle me in my legs! I realized that in a second and quickly folded my legs so as to conceal my panty to be so brazenly exposed. But…
But what was happening to Mama-ji?
From the awkward angle of the sofa I noticed that Mama-ji’s body had curved like an arch and he surely was on to a new prank I thought!
Mama-ji: Ukkkk! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh! Aaaaaaaaaaahhh!
I was a bit surprised seeing Mama-ji’s posture and tried to make out what he was trying to do, but since right at that moment he turned away from me, I was unable to guess what was up in his sleeve.
Me: Ohh Mama-ji! You almost laughed me to death! Uh! I never had such a long laugh in my life… Ohh…. O my God! I am so much exhausted … Aaah!
I tried to get out of that confounded sofa and lifted my heavy ass and quickly pulled my petticoat down to cover my panty and thighs. I looked so shameless with my fair rotund legs completely exposed!
Me: Mama-ji, am really not interested in any more… seriously Mama-ji! Am not joking! Ufff! It seems I have worn out totally you know!
Mama-ji remained silent and continued to be in that stooped posture. I got out of the sofa and as I stood on my legs my petticoat immediately dropped to my ankles and I felt so much wrapped and protected! I quickly checked my petticoat knot whether it got loose in this hustle and bustle and stepped towards Mama-ji.
Me: Mama-ji? Mama-ji!! What happened? Why are you stooping like that?
Mama-ji still was silent and as I went past him to face him I was shocked seeing his agonizing face!
Me: What? What happened Mama-ji? Are you hurt?
Mama-ji: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhh!
I noticed that Mama-ji had stooped to hold his lower abdomen with both hands and surely appeared to be in great pain. Naturally I got anxious and pushed Mama-ji with my right hand for a reply.
Me: Mama-ji, where are you hurt? Did I hurt you in any way? Please answer!
Though Mama-ji’s face was lowered in pain towards the floor, I could sense that he was in much anguish and needed my help. For a moment I thought of wearing my sari because I was only clad in my blouse and petticoat, but decided to go ahead like that since there was no one else in the house at that moment except Mama-ji. So I could remain in that semi-exposed condition and at that point in time my main concern naturally was to know why Mama-ji was in pain and to alleviate it.
Me: Mama-ji, please tell me? Where are you having the pain? Mama-ji! Mama-ji!
Mama-ji: Uhhhh…. It’s a terrible pain Beti…. Please… please help me get inside…. Ohhhh! Uuuuuhhhh!
As Mama-ji stood up slightly from his bent posture, it was very apparent that he was in tremendous pain as I noticed that his face was almost getting deformed due to the acute soreness he was experiencing.
Mama-ji: Don’t… Don’t worry Beti… Aaaahhhhh! I will be ….
Me: Don’t talk… please don’t talk! Are you having pain in the abdomen? Ishhh…. Just a few moments ago you were laughing and now….
I could well realize that he was trying his best to swallow the pain so that I did not get more concerned, but his face was portraying the suffering. As I approached to help Mama-ji to get inside the room, he quickly grabbed my right hand for support and I encircled my left hand round him so that he could get the required support while walking. As I did that I got stiff momentarily because when I hemmed in my left hand round Mama-ji, naturally my left breast got pressed on the side of his body very copiously. Though I knew Mama-ji was an elderly person and this was not the time in fact to concentrate on that but rather I ought to focus on his problem, I still was getting a sensuous feel!
As I walked inside the room and looked up momentarily I saw myself in the mirror and realized why I was getting this sensuous feel even at that point of time when my relative was in much pain. I was looking extremely sexy without the sari and my blouse was fitted so tightly on my breasts that the size and shape of my mammaries were clearly revealed. My wheat-colored deep cleavage was crystal clear above my blouse and my white bra was also prominently visible through the thin fabric of my blouse as I looked at myself through the mirror. I tried to ignore my dressing and concentrated on Mama-ji, but while I aided him to reach towards the bed, his elbow was constantly pressing and digging onto my firm left breast as a result of which I was naturally getting a bit turned on.
Me: Here… Mama-ji now lay down… Yes… eh… extend your legs… r-i-g-h-t….
I had to bend significantly to lay Mama-ji flat on the bed as he was getting crouched with pain and as Mama-ji thanked me I noticed his eyes briefly halting on my conical blouse-covered flesh. Since I was bending low, much of my boob flesh oozed over of my blouse neck and a lot of my butter-colored cleavage got exposed in front of his eyes. Because I was not wearing any sari, it was quite impossible for me to hide my eye-catching seeping jawani.
Me: Where are you getting the pain Mama-ji? In the abdomen?
I quickly stood straight, but my breasts being quite sizable appeared very prominent through my blouse and I could realize that anyone talking to me at this juncture would have his eyes invariably on them. I could not just leave Mama-ji like this and go for my sari also; so had to remain half-stripped.
Mama-ji: Its… its… Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh… its my her…. her…. Uuuuuu……
What Mama-ji was doing now immediately started to make me feel exceedingly awkward. Initially since he held his abdomen with both hands, I thought he was having abdominal aches, but now lying on the bed Mama-ji was writhing in pain and his body crouched and curved and Mama-ji was holding his….. my god….
Mama-ji was holding his crotch with both hands over his lungi! Was he getting the pain there? What sort of pain could it be I wondered!
Me: Mama-ji! Mama-ji, what “her”? What did you say? I did not get you…
I was shocked as I watched him! My eyeballs popped out as I saw Mama-ji was clearly holding onto his penis with both hands over his lungi! I could not believe my eyes! What sort of pain was he getting there? Naturally I was slightly apprehensive and a bit hesitant too.
Mama-ji: It’s… its an old pain Beti…. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu….its my old hernia pain … I get this at times… very, very painful Bahu…. rani….simply unbearable… Aaaahhhh….
Me: Hernia?!!?
It was not that I had not heard that term, but honestly was not very sure what exactly it was.
Me: I… I see… but…
Mama-ji: Bahurai, had you been an outsider I had to take an excuse and confine myself within closed doors… this is so personal a problem that I cannot share even… Uiiiiiiii….. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh…
Me: It’s an old problem? So acute? But… but you never referred to it Mama-ji!
Mama-ji: Aaaahhh! I cannot relate about this problem to anybody naaa… Uuuuuuhh… Your mother-in-law knows about it…
I was getting restless to see Mama-ji writhing in pain like that; his face was looking miserable portraying the severe ache.
Me: Mama-ji, what to do now... tell me…what is the exact problem I can’t understand!
Mama-ji: Bahurani, I am… I am… how should I tell you… Uuuuuhhhh! I mean when I get this hernia pain, I experience a terrible twinge in my balls…. Ooohhhhh!
Me: BALLS?
I was simply appalled hearing that and could not stop exclaiming!
Mama-ji: Aaahh! Yes Beti… I get very stern pain in my balls and an unbearable burning sensation on my… what should I say… it’s so shameful to relate to anyone…. Uuuuuuhhhh…. I get this terrible burning sensation on my LUND.
I stood absolutely motionless with my lips wide apart. I was as if thunderstruck! I was simply boweled over by Mama-ji’s outlandish problem.
Mama-ji: Uhhh…. Uhhh…. Beti… please help me… I will die in this pain… its absolutely unbearable. Ooooooooh!
He was almost rolling left and right on the bed in his acute pain. His lungi had moved off his legs and Mama-ji’s hairy legs were exposed till his knees and even a part of his muscular thighs. Even at this crisis hour, my eyes were getting distracted seeing exposed male body.
Me: (trying my level best to look normal) Mama-ji, I mean… shall I… shall I call the doctor?
Mama-ji: Doctor? Huh! I had visited so many times…. You know what…. Aaaahhh…. they asked me to operate. Huh!
Mama-ji was still holding onto his cock with both hands and to my utter disbelief he was even stroking his balls with his fingers! The old man obviously was doing that to alleviate pain, but it looked extremely indecent! His lungi had so dangerously hiked up his hairy legs due to his hands converging at his crotch that I honestly started feeling fairly edgy.
Me: Operate?
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