Adultery Guru Ji Ka Treatment by Mai Hu Na

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mama-ji: Yes Beti… Ahhhhhhhhhhh! The doctors say I need a surgery, but I am just dead against… Uuuuuiiiiiiiii….. Oohhhhhhhh! When it can be controlled with some little help why operate at this age! Isn’t it Bahurani?

Me: Umm… but Mama-ji…

Mama-ji: Beti… I just can’t take it any more…. Ufffffff! I feel like my balls would burst….. Yeeeeeeeeeeeee…..

I was getting concerned because Mama-ji was now actually rolling once or twice on the bed in relentless pain. I was puzzled also regarding what to do and if it was a normal pain I could have used a balm or could give a massage myself, but Mama-ji’s pain was located at such an intimate place that I could not even offer that!

Me: Mama-ji… I mean what to do? I can’t see you like this… you are suffering so much… Issshhhh…. Let me speed up the fan… you are sweating a lot Mama-ji….

Mama-ji: Uffffff…. Yess… Ahhhhh.… thanks Beti…

As I turned the fan regulator for more speed, Mama-ji’s lungi started flying a bit and I could easily see the insides of his hairy legs and even glimpses of his thighs! My heart automatically began to beat faster looking up the legs of an adult man. I went ahead and sat on the bed to help Mama-ji to get some alleviation out of his problem. As Mama-ji was lying in a curved fashion on the bed with his arms congregating at his crotch, I tried to give him a head massage thinking that might give him some comfort.

Me: Mama-ji… no medicines for this pain?

Mama-ji (I was surprised that Mama-ji was still able to smile marginally in that state): Beti, what balm would you apply there? (indicating to his lungi-covered cock)

My whole face blushed and turned red like a rose realizing the silliness of my question.

Me: No… I mean… any tablet…

Mama-ji: I told you naa…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…. Doctors only advised for surgery…

Me: But how long would you take this pain?

Just then I noticed Mama-ji was scratching the bed sheet with his left hand – his fingers started quivering and were hunkering down to form a fist! He was squashing the bed cover like anything and his pain portrayed immense pain.

Me: Mama-ji, what’s happening? Mama-ji? Mama-ji?

I obviously was getting more and more nervous seeing Mama-ji in such piteous state. He was virtually reeling in pain with his left hand grabbing the bed cover very tightly; his whole body seemed to have some spasms and he was naturally unable to answer me for a while.

Mama-ji: Aaahhh… Uffffff… yes Beti, this happens…. sort of a spasm you know along with my hernia pain …and then at that time it seems that I… that I grab whatever is there in front of my hand to get some relief….

Mama-ji stretched the fingers of his left hand as the spasm seemed to be over; his right hand was still grabbing his lund over his lungi. I was obviously getting used to that scene of an elderly male directly holding his cock in front of me!

Mama-ji: Ahhh… You know Bahurani, I really wished my maidservant been present here… Uuuuuu…. I would not have given you trouble then… Uuuuiiii…..

Me: “Trouble”? What are you saying Mama-ji?

Mama-ji: No no… you look so anxious seeing me in such painful state… you only just recovered from that terrible allergy… Ooooohhhhhhh….

Me: Mama-ji… com’ on! I am quite okay now! And with the heavy dose of laughter that you gave me… I am fully all right.

Mama-ji: Actually why I referred to my maidservant was… she is quite used to it now with my problems…. Uhhhhhhh…. O God! Ahhhh…. I have this hernia pain at least… at least once a month you know Bahurani.

Me: Oho Mama-ji… don’t talk so much… will aggravate the pain… but… but you can tell me what to do…. I mean what your maid does… I can’t see you like this…

Mama-ji now turned completely towards me on the bed and looked into my eyes. My hands were still massaging gently his forehead and his head was lying only inches from my lap. From that angle he must have been getting a great sexy view of my big breasts moving up and down under my blouse. Since I was not wearing a sari, the scene was all the more embarrassing for me. My big-sized firm mammaries indeed appeared very tempting as because Mama-ji was viewing me from his lying posture. I had no way to hide my oozing sexuality now and was cursing me in my mind for allowing Mama-ji to playfully pull off my sari. Had I resisted then and there, this could never have happened. My entire belly area was also completely bare and very close to Mama-ji’s eyes. I was undeniably getting tense and stiff by the minute.

Me: Tell me Mama-ji… I will try to do that… err… as far as possible… I mean if your maid can do it, I will also able be…

Since I was really not sure what were the remedial choices for this “hernial” pain, I was indeed a bit hesitant, obviously more so because the pain directly concerned Mama-ji’s genitals!

Mama-ji: Thanks Beti… Aaaahhhhhhh…. I know you can help me, but frankly you know I was feeling a bit ten… tentative to ask for help… Ohhhh….

Mama-ji giggled and I clearly saw he stroked his cock inside his lungi in a very suggestive way! This specific style of stroking/coaxing the cock was so, so familiar to me! In fact I had seen my husband do that on a number of occasions when her gears up for sex with me or feels horny. Many a times I had noticed, though had not divulged to him, that when I was about to come to bed after bath, I saw my husband sitting on the bed watching television and caressing his dick over his pajama. But on most occasions when I noted that he was stroking his lund in a specific way, I was more or less certain that he was geared up for sex.

Initially I thought he probably was geared up watching me change from the towel into my nighty, but since I took the bath almost everyday at that hour and changed into my nighty coming into the bedroom from the toilet, my husband ought to have a hard cock every night, but that was not the case! He obviously watched something on TV, which I was unable to gather, which pumped him up. I did not bother much about it because I was just too glad if my husband was geared up to have sex on any other day other than weekends!

Mama-ji’s stroking of his lund was so, so similar to my husband’s that my eyes turned big like almonds seeing his hand movement over his manhood. I even blushed heavily, but since Mama-ji was in great pain, he did not notice that!

I immediately rebuked myself in my mind for thinking in such ways about Mama-ji. How could I relate Mama-ji’s action to my husband’s joyous stroking? Mama-ji was suffering so much in front of my eyes! Momentarily I felt really ashamed to have thought like that regarding Mama-ji’s action.

Me: Mama-ji!!! This is height! You would hesitate from me!! From me?? Not expected Mama-ji… not expected…Uhu…

I was nodding my head when Mama-ji moved his right hand off his crotch and brought it to hold my hand. I was shocked to note the warmth emitted from his palm! Was that the heat of his manhood? Oh my God! His left hand continued to stroke his cock under his lungi.

Mama-ji: Beti, forgive me…(smiled)

Was Mama-ji’s pain on the lower side? Because I saw him to smile for the second time now and this time it was rather a prolonged smile holding my arm!

Mama-ji: Beti, let me try out the first remedy… Aaah….sometimes the pain lessens and gets improved by this only, though at times Uhhhhhhhhhhh….. it bothers me like hell! Ahhhh! All my muscles down there seem to be collapsing! Oooohhhhh!

I could realize that Mama-ji’s pain had not lessened and he was still suffering; I could find the same anguish on his face again.

Me: Okay Mama-ji… tell me what to do… let us not waste time.

Mama-ji: Beti, just bring the tray of butter from the refrigerator.

Me: What? Butter?

Mama-ji: I will explain… Uhhhhhhh… am in so much pain… if you…

Me: Oh…. okay Mama-ji. I will bring it right now!

I hurried to the refrigerator and took out the tray of butter from it. Honestly I was a bit amused as I carried forward the butter tray. What could this butter do to alleviate Mama-ji’s pain? I giggled and shrugged. As I was returning to the room again, I thought of wearing the sari. But as I was about to do that…

Mama-ji: Beti… please be quick…. I am dying in pain…. Oooooooooooooooohhh!

I was unable to ignore Mama-ji’s agonizing voice and had to drop the idea of wearing the sari. I remained in whatever I was wearing and hurried back to him though I made sure to quickly adjust and pull my blouse a bit so that it revealed less of my cleavage and also tied my petticoat a bit high on my waist, as it was almost at the level of my panty waistband.

Me: Sorry Mama-ji… here is the butter…

Mama-ji (was still lying on bed with his hands grabbing his manhood and it looked so utterly indecent): Aaahhh! Thanks Beti… Actually the pain….Ohhh… I mean you must be surprised since I asked you to bring butter… Aaaahhhh… I was also very astonished at first when the doctor advised me this remedy….

Me: Ye… yes Mama-ji as this is quite err… unusual…

Mama-ji: I know. I know Brti…. But… but it works wonders you know… Aaaahhh….. I hope its hard?

Me: Hard? What?

Mama-ji: The butter?

Me: Yes… yes… its very hard… seemed to be in the refrigerator for a long time!

Mama-ji: Great! Actually you know Beti, it has to be in the hardest state to be effective…

Me: Oh! I see!

Naturally I was still puzzled about its use and was feeling curious to know how it could be effective in alleviating Mama-ji’s pain.

Me: But… but how to use it Mama-ji?

Mama-ji: Ahhhhh… that’s the problem part… for that…. I mean how could I….

Me: What problem?

Mama-ji: Bahurani, I need to apply I mean that butter on my…. on my pain area….

Me: WHAT?

Mama-ji: Yes Beti! That’s what the doctor ordered and it worked very well on me a couple of times you know…

I still could not overcome my shock! The butter was to be applied on Mama-ji’s genitals!

Mama-ji: The criteria is you know Beti… the butter has to be applied on the hernial area till such time it is hard!

I was just bowled over because it was quite self explanatory that in order to execute what Mama-ji was saying he needs to get naked in front of me! He would have to expose his genitals to me!

Me (naturally my lips got parted in astonishment and I had started breathing heavily unknowingly): Oh! I sss… see!

Almost immediately my face began to appear scarlet for the anticipated next scene!

Mama-ji: Ahhhhh… But Beti…. I am feeling very awkward to open my lungi in front of you… Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh…..

Mama-ji looked up at me and I felt very tight and honestly did not know what to reply; my lips were getting dry and heart was virtually drumming! My blouse-covered boobs looked even more sexy, as I had started breathing significantly heavily by that time in anticipation to view Mama-ji’s cock!

Mama-ji: Ish! I wish my maid was here… I am giving you too much trouble … after all you are my guest Bahurani!

Me (gathering all my strength): Err… no, no… I mean it’s absolutely o… okay Mama-ji… my aim is to… is to get you out of this terrible pain…

I did not know could how I said “okay” and approved my 50+ year old elderly male relative to uncover his genitals to me!

Mama-ji: Still Bahurani… you know my maid was also very reluctant to serve me initially… which is but natural you know…but the characteristic of my problem is such that…

Me (sighing): Hmm…

Mama-ji: But you know Bahurani… after an age a man is just like a child… I can feel that so much during these helpless states…

Me: Child? Ha… O yes… Hmm... trrr… true Mama-ji.

Though I said “true”, I wondered if Mama-ji had attained “that” age. He was not even 60 and very much agile and fit. He did not look like an aged crippled man and naked body would certainly make any matured woman breathless.

Mama-ji: You know Bahurani, I do also suffer from arthritic pain at times and during that session I cannot walk to the toilet even! Had that maid not been here, I would have been in very deep trouble.

I could well realize from Mama-ji’s talks that his maid had seen him naked quite a number of times. I instantly remembered the pornographic CDs and the female dresses I discovered in Mama-ji’s drawer and wardrobe. Could I conclude that those dresses belong to that maid? Yes, I clearly remember that I found a jewellery box and yes, combs, bindis, face powder, and some earrings and bracelets. Do Mama-ji share a relation with that maid? I was again confused!

Me: Mama-ji, I must say you are lucky to have such a helpful maid especially because you stay alone. But… but what if you get this sort of pain at night?

Mama-ji: Thankfully Beti, no such circumstances had ever happened yet. Actually you know since my maid has a family, it’s difficult to do a day-night duty for her.

I still could not disregard what I saw in Mama-ji’s wardrobe and drawer, but concurrently I also could not just outrightly think that Mama-ji was lying to me.

Me: O! I see.

Mama-ji: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh……. Beti… please bring the butter lest it will melt and will have no effect…

Me: Yes, yes….

I tried to drift my focus on Mama-ji’s pain syndrome again rather on what I investigated earlier. I took the tray of butter in my hand. It was a 500 gm pack and was almost unused and still appeared quite hard out of the refrigerator.

Mama-ji: Ahhh… I am still having hesitation Beti I don’t know why…. You are only my daughter’s age if I had one… still I am… (he was nodding his head and closing his eyes he was shrugging)

Naturally I was also very bemused and quite anxious too! Mama-ji’s lungi was flying in the fan air and was way up his legs; his hairy thighs were partially exposed. His penis though still fully covered by the lungi was pretty much evident, as it seemed to be standing tall under the cover probably due to so much self stroking by Mama-ji! Was Mama-ji not wearing any brief inside?

Mama-ji: I don’t know what’s happening Beti…. (he was even smiling!) I just can’t do this…

I was speechless. Should I encourage him to strip? I was honestly feeling utterly tight and edgy in this precarious situation!

Mama-ji: Bahurani, I had stripped so many times in front of my maid …. sometimes due to this awful hernia pain….Ahhh… sometimes for my severe arthritic pain…. even I had kept a nurse for a month when my arthritic pain was at its greatest height… she used to help me urinating… she helped me to take bath… but… but you… you are not a nurse or a maid…

I could not just remain speechless any more and had no other option but to encourage Mama-ji to strip; effectively encouraging him to show me his naked lund!

Me: Ye… err… but Mama-ji… you must get relief from this pain… you are suffering so much…

And just then suddenly Mama-ji yelled out in pain!

Mama-ji: Yyyyyyyyyyuuuuuuuuuuuuuu….. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!

It seemed that spasm had recurred and obviously Mama-ji seemed to be in tremendous pain and getting a bit violent on the bed. I saw he had taken off his hands from his crotch and was scratching the bed with both hands. His fingers dug inside the soft surface of the bed and grounded there very firmly. His whole body curled and arched on the bed and I just could wait there idle seeing Mama-ji in such pathetic shape.

Me: Mama-ji! Mama-ji!

I bent over his head and tried to calm him down. Mama-ji seemed to be getting animated by the minute and was now throwing his head up in the air.

Mama-ji: Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh!

Sitting on the bed, I quickly folded my left leg and pulled his head on my lap. Though Mama-ji was moving his head to and fro, I could manage to keep it on my left thigh. His face seemed to be getting deformed in that spasm, but he was trying to hold back and he quickly tried to grab me for help and held my left hand.

Me: Uuuu! OOOUUUCCHHH!

I almost yelled in quick sharp pain as Mama-ji held my hand. His fingers dug into my skin - the grip was just too forceful! It was very painful as his nails were cutting deep into my soft skin. I had no other choice but to forcefully eject his hand off my left arm. As soon as I did that Mama-ji was again grabbing the bed very tightly with his fingers. Mama-ji’s grip on my arm was so tight and excruciating that almost tears rolled out of my eyes!

Me: Ufff! What a relief!

I murmured within myself and looked down at my left arm and I was shocked to note that my whole arm appeared reddish and Mama-ji’s nail marks were very much evident on my soft skin.

Mama-ji: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh!

Mama-ji was not getting controlled and he was continuously moving his head on my lap. This time the spasm seemed to be a prolonged one and Mama-ji’s whole body was vibrating so much that I was also feeling the same. He in fact was trying to move his head up in that spell and in the process his head almost bounced at my big firm breasts!

Me: Mama-ji…. Mama-ji… please be patient… Mama-ji!

My requests naturally were falling on deaf ears as he was under the spell of that weird spasm and was getting aggressive by the moment! Mama-ji now pushed his head further up plunging me into a real awkward situation. I had folded my left leg when I sat on the bed so that I could keep Mama-ji’s head on it and obviously a triangle was formed near my pelvic area, but right now since Mama-ji started to move so ineptly that his entire head slipped into the triangle thus formed! Immediately there were goosebump all over my body as I could sense his head hitting almost my love spot!

Me: Eiiii…. Ouch!

Moreover, I could easily detect that Mama-ji’s head was so placed that his eye level was just under my firm conical boobs! I felt very edgy and tight and almost tried to push his head off my lap, but found his head to be too stiff! On the contrary, I found Mama-ji’s head movement gained momentum and he placed his head quite securely on my plump left thigh and was looking up at my breasts making me all the more self-conscious.

Though I could gather that Mama-ji was under that spasm spell and was not within himself, but our mutual posture and dress code was making me extremely embarrassed. I sighed and almost moaned softly as I felt Mama-ji pressing his head deep into my soft thigh in his spasm. The fingers of his both hands were still hunkering down on the bed cover and squeezing the area under his palms. My eyes were time and again drifting down to Mama-ji’s lungi, which was flying so much now that I could clearly make out the size and shape of Mama-ji’s stocky manhood.

I tried to control my mind and looked down at Mama-‘s face with an aim to control his constantly oscillating head on my thigh. But as I was about to do that Mama-ji suddenly raised his head marginally! I was not at all ready for that and in fact I was quite willingly bending onto his face and as Mama-ji raised his head from my thigh, his forehead clearly bounced on my big breasts and before I could quickly lean back, Mama-ji felt my firm flesh adequately with his head.

Me: Aakkk!

I was almost breathless at that sudden development and virtually pushed Mama-ji’s head quite forcefully off me. My heart was beating very fast and I could clearly make out that my nipples had started growing inside my bra still recapping the feel of Mama-ji’s head pushing the undersides of my milk jugs. Just then the spasm bout on Mama-ji seemed to be coming to a close.

Mama-ji: Ooooohhhhhhhhh……

Mama-ji was calming down and his vigorous head movement was also coming to a halt. I also breathed a bit normally noticing that. My big breasts were going up and down rhythmically and being clad only in a blouse on my upper body, I was indeed looking rather provocative.

Mama-ji: Uuuuuuuuuufffffffffff! B-e-t-i… I just can’t take it anymore… it’s so… so painful to withstand this spasm… I can’t express in words….