01-04-2020, 03:36 AM
She showed Mr. Misra to Aarav's room. Jyoti watched as Mr. Misra invaded her son's privacy by going through his things. He seemed pleased to have found Aarav's stash of porn magazines and showed them to the unsuspecting mother. But it was another discovery that really got his attention. He pulled his hand out from under a stack of clothes and showed it to Jyoti.
"I wonder who these belong to?" Mr. Misra said.
"My god, they're mine!"
"That's what I thought."
"But what are they doing in there?"
"Don't you know?"
"No, they must have gotten mixed up in the laundry."
Mr. Misra held the panties to his nose and smelled. "Nope, these haven't been washed."
Jyoti looked at the panties more intently. "I... I think I wore those yesterday. I could have sworn I put them to wash. I don't understand how they got in Aarav's drawer."
"Maybe I'll help you figure it out, but right now I need something to eat. Since I will be out of sight when your kids are home I will need the afternoon meal to be my dinner." Mr. Misra watched the flustered woman start to walk out of the room. "Jyoti?"
"Yes?"
After they had eaten. Mr. Misra went back upstairs while Jyoti stayed on the ground floor doing her normal household chores. The banging and other noises she heard upstairs bothered her, but she didn't investigate. The last thing she wanted was to be in Mr. Misra' presence. Jyoti knew that when they were alone he would expect sexual favors from her. So Jyoti remained downstairs, from time to time looking up at the noises. She only hoped her children would come home before Mr. Misra summoned her upstairs.
It was later, after dinner, when Mr. Misra heard Disha call out, "Mom, going to Charu's for a while."
Then he heard the door slam before Jyoti even had a chance to reply.
Mr. Misra called Jyoti on her cell phone. The arrangement was that if one of her kids answered the phone then Mr. Misra would just hang up and Jyoti would come upstairs to see if it was him calling. But Jyoti ran to the phone and answered it before her son could. When told to do so, Jyoti went to her bedroom.
"Take off your kurta and pajama" Mr. Misra told Jyoti when she entered her bedroom. "Put this on."
Jyoti caught the garment Mr. Misra had thrown to her. She looked at it briefly, recognizing it as her old house robe. She put her arms through the sleeves and went to tie the belt when she realized it seemed much shorter. Jyoti tugged on the hem, but the robe didn't fall to its usual place on her thighs. Mr. Misra had tampered with it, making it much shorter. Jyoti tied the robe and looked down -- it was very short. She looked over her shoulder and pushed her ass out. The robe barely covered her buttocks.
"Looks pretty good," Mr. Misra said.
"It's too short... way too short."
Mr. Misra walked behind Jyoti and reached around her body. His hand went between her legs and cupped her pussy. He used a finger to press the material into her slit and began rubbing her. Jyoti always hated when her body responded to him, but it betrayed her again. Soon her hips were moving as she ground her pussy onto his finger. Mr. Misra didn't stop until Jyoti climaxed, biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming.
"Okay, take the panties off," Mr. Misra said.
When Jyoti complied, Mr. Misra grabbed the moist panties and tossed them onto the foot of her bed. He then pulled new panties from his bag and told her to put them on. Jyoti noticed they were much sheerer than what she wore.
"This is what we're going to do," Mr. Misra said once Jyoti put the sexy panties on. "I unscrewed the ceiling light bulb so it looks like it blew. Do you know how to change a light bulb?"
"Of course!"
"Good. But I'm afraid you may fall. After all, you will need a ladder. I already brought it up from the garage."
"I won't fall," Jyoti said.
"I want to be sure."
"Okay, then are you going to hold me?"
"No, your son is."
"WHAT?!! Not dressed like this?"
"Yep, that's the fun part for me."
"Please, do what you want with me, but leave my family out of it."
"The choice is yours, you want me to give him the videos of the party? Now come on call your son... um, Aarav, right? I'll position the ladder while you call him. Don't worry about me. I'll be hidden. The new bulb is over there."
"I wonder who these belong to?" Mr. Misra said.
"My god, they're mine!"
"That's what I thought."
"But what are they doing in there?"
"Don't you know?"
"No, they must have gotten mixed up in the laundry."
Mr. Misra held the panties to his nose and smelled. "Nope, these haven't been washed."
Jyoti looked at the panties more intently. "I... I think I wore those yesterday. I could have sworn I put them to wash. I don't understand how they got in Aarav's drawer."
"Maybe I'll help you figure it out, but right now I need something to eat. Since I will be out of sight when your kids are home I will need the afternoon meal to be my dinner." Mr. Misra watched the flustered woman start to walk out of the room. "Jyoti?"
"Yes?"
After they had eaten. Mr. Misra went back upstairs while Jyoti stayed on the ground floor doing her normal household chores. The banging and other noises she heard upstairs bothered her, but she didn't investigate. The last thing she wanted was to be in Mr. Misra' presence. Jyoti knew that when they were alone he would expect sexual favors from her. So Jyoti remained downstairs, from time to time looking up at the noises. She only hoped her children would come home before Mr. Misra summoned her upstairs.
It was later, after dinner, when Mr. Misra heard Disha call out, "Mom, going to Charu's for a while."
Then he heard the door slam before Jyoti even had a chance to reply.
Mr. Misra called Jyoti on her cell phone. The arrangement was that if one of her kids answered the phone then Mr. Misra would just hang up and Jyoti would come upstairs to see if it was him calling. But Jyoti ran to the phone and answered it before her son could. When told to do so, Jyoti went to her bedroom.
"Take off your kurta and pajama" Mr. Misra told Jyoti when she entered her bedroom. "Put this on."
Jyoti caught the garment Mr. Misra had thrown to her. She looked at it briefly, recognizing it as her old house robe. She put her arms through the sleeves and went to tie the belt when she realized it seemed much shorter. Jyoti tugged on the hem, but the robe didn't fall to its usual place on her thighs. Mr. Misra had tampered with it, making it much shorter. Jyoti tied the robe and looked down -- it was very short. She looked over her shoulder and pushed her ass out. The robe barely covered her buttocks.
"Looks pretty good," Mr. Misra said.
"It's too short... way too short."
Mr. Misra walked behind Jyoti and reached around her body. His hand went between her legs and cupped her pussy. He used a finger to press the material into her slit and began rubbing her. Jyoti always hated when her body responded to him, but it betrayed her again. Soon her hips were moving as she ground her pussy onto his finger. Mr. Misra didn't stop until Jyoti climaxed, biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming.
"Okay, take the panties off," Mr. Misra said.
When Jyoti complied, Mr. Misra grabbed the moist panties and tossed them onto the foot of her bed. He then pulled new panties from his bag and told her to put them on. Jyoti noticed they were much sheerer than what she wore.
"This is what we're going to do," Mr. Misra said once Jyoti put the sexy panties on. "I unscrewed the ceiling light bulb so it looks like it blew. Do you know how to change a light bulb?"
"Of course!"
"Good. But I'm afraid you may fall. After all, you will need a ladder. I already brought it up from the garage."
"I won't fall," Jyoti said.
"I want to be sure."
"Okay, then are you going to hold me?"
"No, your son is."
"WHAT?!! Not dressed like this?"
"Yep, that's the fun part for me."
"Please, do what you want with me, but leave my family out of it."
"The choice is yours, you want me to give him the videos of the party? Now come on call your son... um, Aarav, right? I'll position the ladder while you call him. Don't worry about me. I'll be hidden. The new bulb is over there."
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