chachaji milked mom(collected from net)

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Chacha-ji: Beti... though I spend a significant time with Ram... but still not all the time as you know I have remain upstairs for my son... what I want to know is... does he get physical with you?

I was listening very attentively to Chacha-ji, but the last 4-5 words were a shocker to me and I reacted very spontaneously almost with a yell.

Me: W-h-a-t???

Chach-ji laughed out loud.

Chacha-ji: Aree...com’ on Beti! Getting physical does not only mean a man riding a woman! Ha ha ha...

Chacha-ji’s loud open laugh helped reduce the tension in me and I also blushed and giggled as he was still laughing loud.

Chacha-ji: Are Beti... what I meant was... does Ram frequently try to touch you? ...you know... to get close to your body... I mean... did you ever feel that way?

Honestly I never ever felt like that about my son. I never thought like that at all!

Me: No... never Chacha-ji.

Chacha-ji: Beti... I probably have not thought that way I guesss...

Me: Exactly! How can I think of such dishonesty and murky things about my Ram!

Chacha-ji: Right Beti... you don’t have to think that way... you just tell me how often does he get close to you... what are the times... as you can see he is no longer a child... I think I will be able to gather the required information from your narration.

Me: Umm... Uss hisab se... I mean Chachai-ji...... haan... wo to hamesha hi mujhse chipakta rehta hai... jaise if I am late in serving food... he hugs me and requests for it... ya fir... I mean... before leaving for college he gives me a hug and kisses me... matlab ye sab to bilkul hi normal bat hai Chacha-ji!

Chacha-ji: Beti... samjha karo... ye sab ab utni bhi ‘normal’ baat nehi rahi... (he paused just a little) ...as you can see also... the books that Ram reads... here the love which you are saying ‘normal’ is no longer normal... isn’t it?

Saying that Chacha-ji opened some specific pages where some vulgar pictures were there and automatically my ears started to turn red and hot. I breathed heavy seeing intimate male and female pictures right in front on my eyes. I could feel my nipples abruptly rising inside my bra under my kamiz and I naturally started feeling very uncomfortable especially in Chach-ji’s presence because my heavy pair of mammaries were going up and down inside my tight dress and involuntarily my legs also parted just a shade advertising my blood rush. I quickly tried to cover my rotund plump thighs with the hem of my kamiz. I sighed deeply and looked down (obvioulsy not inside the open book) and tried my best to conceal my elated condition in front of my elderly landlord.

Since I was not looking at Chacha-ji's eyes, I was not aware that he was thoroughly enjoying my 'condition' and was ogling at my heavy conical 34-sized boobs moving up and down with my each breath. Since I was wearing an old bra and my tits recently had become heavier due to milk production in them, my bra started to strain on the contours of my fleshy mammaries and I had to adjust a little to feel comfortable. I just shrugged and jiggled my heavy milk jugs to ease out and that sight must have been a delight to the perverted man!

Not knowing what to reply I replied in the most foolish manner!

Me: Ji... par Ram to mujhe gaal pe kiss karta hai... how can you say that...

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Ram ab bada ho raha hai... dheere dheere woh tumhe alag nazaro se dekhne lagega... Who knows after reading these books.. woh tumhe maa kam aur aurat zyada dekhta ho! Ye mat bhoolo Beti ke tum hassen aur jawan ho!

I was simply dumbfounded and so shocked at Chacha-ji’s bold words that I just sat with my eyes wide open and lips parted in disbelief. As soon as my eyes met Chacha-ji’s I lowered my eyes in womanly shame.