09-04-2020, 03:43 AM
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… Rampal is growing up and you must not shut down his demands … just like that… what I have decided is… I will give him tuition… so at least that financial burden is off of your shoulder.
Me: O Chacha-ji! That’s really kind of you… this will be really helpful for Ram! How can I thank you!
Chacha-ji: What thanks? I have not done anything Beti… let me start taking account of his studies and then get the reference books… then you thank me naa…
My eyes were almost filled with tears of joy as Rampal was pressurizing me for tuition for quite some days now but due to dearth of money I was not able to fulfill his desire, but now with my landlord Chacha-ji taking care of that I was much, much relived.
Me: Chacha-ji… I really can see some light now and Rampal would love to get coaching from you… as he likes your company.
Chacha-ji: Yes I also feel that I can be a good teacher for him as I had given tuition previously to the sister duo.
Me: Who? You mean Parvati and Shalini?
Chacha-ji: Yes... aur kaun!
Parvati and Malini were our neighbor’s daughters and were almost of same age as my son. Previously they used to take tuition from Chacha-ji but now they go to a coaching class for tuition.
Me: Okay Chacha-ji… Rampal will be very happy to listen to this!
Chacha-ji got up and put his hand on my head and just nodded expressing through his eyes as if he was with me and that I should not worry. I again thanked him and he went upstairs. In my joyful mood I was not able to realize the dirty plan of my landlord behind this offer and I got completely trapped in that!
Rampal was grownup enough, now reading in Class VIII, and realized when I explained him about the financial constraints and that Chacha-ji willingly agreed to give him guidance and notes. He was also pretty serious and seemed to be extremely happy to be getting tuition from my elderly landlord. Everything was so normal until Chacha-ji hatched his dirty plan. I was simply bowled over by his crooked mind and was exploited like anything under the created circumstances. Not even in my wildest of dreams I could assume that the filthy old man would use the basic relationship of a mother and son to satisfy his perverted mind! Chacha-ji used my natural blind love for my son and made use of me for his visual and physical pleasure!
Chacha-ji was very particular about the timing of teaching and it was the late afternoon time when he taught Rampal. Automatically a very good impression developed in my mind towards Chacha-ji but during that time period my dirty landlord was only preparing ground for his plan to work perfectly. I was obviously too innocent and naïve to realize that. For the first month there was nothing abnormal and things moved on pretty smoth; Chacha-ji coming down from upstairs to teach Rampal and he was also doing his homework regularly. In general there was no disturbance unless baby Harpal cried and I tried my best to minimize the noise such that Rampal’s studies were not disturbed and at times when I was unable to persuade the baby to stop crying I breastfed him. That was one way of keeping the environment quiet for my elder son.
I used to come in the room where Rampal studied with tea and some little snacks for Chacha-ji. I was not able to realize that the elderly man would watch my sari-clad figure in the process of bringing tea for him and would feast his lustful eyes upon my big round swinging ass as I came out of the room. I was most of the time clad in a sari at home but since Chacha-ji gave tuition to Rampal in the evening hours, he could spot me in a salwar-kamiz also because I took my baby for a walk just prior to his arrival to the backside road behind our house; so I had to look somewhat decent.
But the problem was elsewhere – the two salwar-kamiz that I used to wear in the afternoon for going outside were pretty old and stitched before I had gathered fat after the birth of Harpal; hence both dresses fitted rather tightly on my body and now that I was breastfeeding regularly, my breasts had also grown heavier than before being filled with milk all the time. With the chunri on outside my house it was still okay, but as soon as I returned from my walk, almost simultaneously Chacha-ji descended from upstairs to teach Ramplal and I never got the opportunity to change into a sari and had to quickly clean up the room, straighten the divan bedcover, arrange for a chair, etc. and naturally to work fast I dropped my chunri aside.
Though Chacha-ji was a father-like figure to me, I was never comfortable wearing a salwar-kamiz without a chunri in front of him; sari was always a better and comfortable choice for me. As I moved about in the room in front of him I was not able to hide my protruding boobs through my tight kamiz and since I was not in the habit of wearing a bra those days (as I had to frequently breast feed), I was reluctant to buy a new bra, hence wore the old ones which naturally did not fit on my bigger milk-filled tits. I could realize that looked rather indecent and provocative but since it was “Chacha-ji” I did not mind much.
My breasts were always heavy and now with the additional milk in them, they looked fuller, rounder, and heavier, and especially in a tight bra and a tight fitting kamiz. But I had little choice as I had no other decent clothes to go out for a walk. Moreover, Chacha-ji’s order was to give him a cup of hot tea at the start of the tuition, so I did not even get an opportunity to get out of my dress and change into a sari even after the initial cleanup etc., as I had to prepare tea for him. When I served the tea naturally he chatted with me for sometime about the progress of Rampal’s studies etc. and I had to stand right in front of him in that tight fitting dress. Chacha-ji never behaved in an indecent fashion nor did I found him stealing a glance of my oozing boobs through my tight salwar-kamiz. Very soon this became a regular process as he gave tuition to Rampal thrice a week and I found that I was feeling less and less shy and uneasy in front of the elderly man.
But little did I know about his ill intentions - meeting him in that outfit regularly, my fully-developed milk-filled boobs, my plump figure, my pleasant smile – all culminated for the elderly man to be tempted more and more towards me and unknown to me he remained in a state of constant arousal for the entire duration of the tuition! As a month or so had passed, Chacha-ji hatched his plan and used my neighbor Ritika’s son, Jayant, who was in the same class (but in different college) and as per his instruction Jayant started providing my son B-grade filmi magazines, which Rampal would read secretly outside of my knowledge and naturally enjoyed very much. Chacha-ji used to give Jayant and his sister Joyita tuition and later I came to know that he trapped them and blackmailed/exploited them!
Chacha-ji utilized the thirst of these young boys by providing them hot filmi magazines and pornographic books and they were naturally easy preys for him! Jayant was the first one and then was my son! Soon Jayant started increasing the dose for my son and provided him hotter magazines and simple pornographic story books. When Rampal was slowly getting addicted to these books, as per Chacha-ji’s instruction, Jayant started offering him porn books with stories having incest themes like having sex with aunt, father banging his grownup daughter, brother-sister love stories and mother-son themes. Young Rampal’s mind was diverted briskly in the dark alleys of taboo relationships. As Chacha-ji got a clear signal from Jayant that my son was enjoying those stories and demanded more, he was confident that Rampal now could be easily drawn into incest relationship and it was my turn to be trapped.
Then one day as per his plan Jayant gave him some books which had only mother-son hot and alluring incest stories with appealing photographs of elderly naked women and young men having sexual intercourse with them. Chacha-ji very craftily started blackmailing my son when during a tuition session he took them out from Rampal’s bag and scolded him for reading such books and asked him to behave properly or else he would complain to his mother. Poor Rampal was too much frightened and nervous to say anything and was extremely scared. He instantly surrendered to his tuition teacher and Chacha-ji was waiting exactly for this. Seeing Rampal under pressure and fully under his clutches, Chacha-ji kept the book under his custody saying if Rampal disobeyed him in future he would divulge the secret and show those books to his mother.
Next day as per his plan Chacha-ji came and behaved very normally with Rampal as if nothing happened the other day. I gave him tea and he started teaching without discussing anything about his studies. I was a bit surprised as generally everyday he speaks something about Rampal’s progress, his studies, his performance in class etc. I went to the other room to change my salwar-kamiz. Just then I heard a call from Chacha-ji. I had to respond.
Me: Yes Chacha-ji coming.
Me: O Chacha-ji! That’s really kind of you… this will be really helpful for Ram! How can I thank you!
Chacha-ji: What thanks? I have not done anything Beti… let me start taking account of his studies and then get the reference books… then you thank me naa…
My eyes were almost filled with tears of joy as Rampal was pressurizing me for tuition for quite some days now but due to dearth of money I was not able to fulfill his desire, but now with my landlord Chacha-ji taking care of that I was much, much relived.
Me: Chacha-ji… I really can see some light now and Rampal would love to get coaching from you… as he likes your company.
Chacha-ji: Yes I also feel that I can be a good teacher for him as I had given tuition previously to the sister duo.
Me: Who? You mean Parvati and Shalini?
Chacha-ji: Yes... aur kaun!
Parvati and Malini were our neighbor’s daughters and were almost of same age as my son. Previously they used to take tuition from Chacha-ji but now they go to a coaching class for tuition.
Me: Okay Chacha-ji… Rampal will be very happy to listen to this!
Chacha-ji got up and put his hand on my head and just nodded expressing through his eyes as if he was with me and that I should not worry. I again thanked him and he went upstairs. In my joyful mood I was not able to realize the dirty plan of my landlord behind this offer and I got completely trapped in that!
Rampal was grownup enough, now reading in Class VIII, and realized when I explained him about the financial constraints and that Chacha-ji willingly agreed to give him guidance and notes. He was also pretty serious and seemed to be extremely happy to be getting tuition from my elderly landlord. Everything was so normal until Chacha-ji hatched his dirty plan. I was simply bowled over by his crooked mind and was exploited like anything under the created circumstances. Not even in my wildest of dreams I could assume that the filthy old man would use the basic relationship of a mother and son to satisfy his perverted mind! Chacha-ji used my natural blind love for my son and made use of me for his visual and physical pleasure!
Chacha-ji was very particular about the timing of teaching and it was the late afternoon time when he taught Rampal. Automatically a very good impression developed in my mind towards Chacha-ji but during that time period my dirty landlord was only preparing ground for his plan to work perfectly. I was obviously too innocent and naïve to realize that. For the first month there was nothing abnormal and things moved on pretty smoth; Chacha-ji coming down from upstairs to teach Rampal and he was also doing his homework regularly. In general there was no disturbance unless baby Harpal cried and I tried my best to minimize the noise such that Rampal’s studies were not disturbed and at times when I was unable to persuade the baby to stop crying I breastfed him. That was one way of keeping the environment quiet for my elder son.
I used to come in the room where Rampal studied with tea and some little snacks for Chacha-ji. I was not able to realize that the elderly man would watch my sari-clad figure in the process of bringing tea for him and would feast his lustful eyes upon my big round swinging ass as I came out of the room. I was most of the time clad in a sari at home but since Chacha-ji gave tuition to Rampal in the evening hours, he could spot me in a salwar-kamiz also because I took my baby for a walk just prior to his arrival to the backside road behind our house; so I had to look somewhat decent.
But the problem was elsewhere – the two salwar-kamiz that I used to wear in the afternoon for going outside were pretty old and stitched before I had gathered fat after the birth of Harpal; hence both dresses fitted rather tightly on my body and now that I was breastfeeding regularly, my breasts had also grown heavier than before being filled with milk all the time. With the chunri on outside my house it was still okay, but as soon as I returned from my walk, almost simultaneously Chacha-ji descended from upstairs to teach Ramplal and I never got the opportunity to change into a sari and had to quickly clean up the room, straighten the divan bedcover, arrange for a chair, etc. and naturally to work fast I dropped my chunri aside.
Though Chacha-ji was a father-like figure to me, I was never comfortable wearing a salwar-kamiz without a chunri in front of him; sari was always a better and comfortable choice for me. As I moved about in the room in front of him I was not able to hide my protruding boobs through my tight kamiz and since I was not in the habit of wearing a bra those days (as I had to frequently breast feed), I was reluctant to buy a new bra, hence wore the old ones which naturally did not fit on my bigger milk-filled tits. I could realize that looked rather indecent and provocative but since it was “Chacha-ji” I did not mind much.
My breasts were always heavy and now with the additional milk in them, they looked fuller, rounder, and heavier, and especially in a tight bra and a tight fitting kamiz. But I had little choice as I had no other decent clothes to go out for a walk. Moreover, Chacha-ji’s order was to give him a cup of hot tea at the start of the tuition, so I did not even get an opportunity to get out of my dress and change into a sari even after the initial cleanup etc., as I had to prepare tea for him. When I served the tea naturally he chatted with me for sometime about the progress of Rampal’s studies etc. and I had to stand right in front of him in that tight fitting dress. Chacha-ji never behaved in an indecent fashion nor did I found him stealing a glance of my oozing boobs through my tight salwar-kamiz. Very soon this became a regular process as he gave tuition to Rampal thrice a week and I found that I was feeling less and less shy and uneasy in front of the elderly man.
But little did I know about his ill intentions - meeting him in that outfit regularly, my fully-developed milk-filled boobs, my plump figure, my pleasant smile – all culminated for the elderly man to be tempted more and more towards me and unknown to me he remained in a state of constant arousal for the entire duration of the tuition! As a month or so had passed, Chacha-ji hatched his plan and used my neighbor Ritika’s son, Jayant, who was in the same class (but in different college) and as per his instruction Jayant started providing my son B-grade filmi magazines, which Rampal would read secretly outside of my knowledge and naturally enjoyed very much. Chacha-ji used to give Jayant and his sister Joyita tuition and later I came to know that he trapped them and blackmailed/exploited them!
Chacha-ji utilized the thirst of these young boys by providing them hot filmi magazines and pornographic books and they were naturally easy preys for him! Jayant was the first one and then was my son! Soon Jayant started increasing the dose for my son and provided him hotter magazines and simple pornographic story books. When Rampal was slowly getting addicted to these books, as per Chacha-ji’s instruction, Jayant started offering him porn books with stories having incest themes like having sex with aunt, father banging his grownup daughter, brother-sister love stories and mother-son themes. Young Rampal’s mind was diverted briskly in the dark alleys of taboo relationships. As Chacha-ji got a clear signal from Jayant that my son was enjoying those stories and demanded more, he was confident that Rampal now could be easily drawn into incest relationship and it was my turn to be trapped.
Then one day as per his plan Jayant gave him some books which had only mother-son hot and alluring incest stories with appealing photographs of elderly naked women and young men having sexual intercourse with them. Chacha-ji very craftily started blackmailing my son when during a tuition session he took them out from Rampal’s bag and scolded him for reading such books and asked him to behave properly or else he would complain to his mother. Poor Rampal was too much frightened and nervous to say anything and was extremely scared. He instantly surrendered to his tuition teacher and Chacha-ji was waiting exactly for this. Seeing Rampal under pressure and fully under his clutches, Chacha-ji kept the book under his custody saying if Rampal disobeyed him in future he would divulge the secret and show those books to his mother.
Next day as per his plan Chacha-ji came and behaved very normally with Rampal as if nothing happened the other day. I gave him tea and he started teaching without discussing anything about his studies. I was a bit surprised as generally everyday he speaks something about Rampal’s progress, his studies, his performance in class etc. I went to the other room to change my salwar-kamiz. Just then I heard a call from Chacha-ji. I had to respond.
Me: Yes Chacha-ji coming.
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