chachaji milked mom(collected from net)

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Chacha-ji: Iss liye abhi sab se mehetwopurn ye hua ke tum-dono bistar par sex ke pehle kis haad tak jate the? Daba-dabi ke dauraan Vinay aur tum kya kapde bhi utar dete the?

I was now feeling too much ashamed to reply to this because the fact remained that after some initial kissing and boob pressing Vinay used to strip me completely and he also removed his lungi. How could I tell all that to Chacha-ji?

Chacha-ji: Beti... tum agar sharmati rahogi to Ram ka bhaviswat bhi anischit hoke rahega...

The perverted man knew very well how to break my conservativeness and he continued to use my innocent love for my son for his distorted pleasure.

Me: Ji err... matlab... Vinay... matlab... chumne ke baad aur thoda pyar jatane ke baad Vinay hamesha apni lungi utar deta tha aur... mai bhi... mera matlab... mera bhi kapde utar deta tha...

Chacha-ji: Iska matlab... agar hum kuch der ke liye ye bhool jay eke waha Vinay hai... tum bilkul nangi hoke bistar pe rehti ho jaha ek foot ki doori mei tumhara jawan beta so raha hai?

I was so embarrassed by this statement of my landlord that I could not even look up and just clenched my lips in nervousness and timidness.

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye baat mamuli nehi hai... tum agar jawan, khoobsurat aur gori nehi hoti... to baat dusra tha... par Harpal hone ke baad bhi tumhari figure manohar aur akarshak hai... tumhari bade bade khada do mamme aur bhari golakar nitamb... aur tum jab nangi rehti hogi bistar pe... wo drisya to Ram ko kamottejit karega hi! Iss mei to mai uska koi dosh nehi dekhta!

I did not know what to say; I just remained dumbfounded and utterly embarrassed.

Chacha-ji: Anyway, that’s all that I wanted to know...

Me: C-h-a-c-h-a – j-i... mai... err... mai maafi chahti hoon aur bahut sharminda hoon apni iss nirlajy harkat pe...

Chacha-ji: Are Beti... chudwane ke waqt thodi itna kuch dhyan mei rehta hai...

Chacha-ji as if slammed in the last nail on me.

Chacha-ji: Anyway... Ram ke ane ka waqt ho raha hai...

Me: Chacha-ji....please... mujhe ab kya karna chaiye?

Chacha-ji: Tum bus Ram ke reactions par nazar rakhho aur mujhe batati raho. Then we will decide aage kya karna hai.

Me: Mujhe Ram ki bahut fikr ho rahi hai!

Chacha-ji: Arre chinta mat karo Beti... Main hoon na!

I could listen to Ram’s footsteps outside and so Chacha-ji ascended from his seat. He quickly adjusted his lund inside his pajama so that he looked somewhat decent, but I did notice that even at this advanced age his manhood was tall and standing proudly under his pajama! He handed me the pornographic books and asked me to keep them in a secret place, out of Ram’s reach. He knew pretty well that I would not be able to refrain myself from reading those books and surely the content of those books would have the ‘desired’ effect on me!

I could listen to Ram’s footsteps outside and so Chacha-ji ascended from his seat. He quickly adjusted his lund inside his pajama so that he looked somewhat decent, but I did notice that even at this advanced age his manhood was tall and standing proudly under his pajama! He handed me the pornographic books and asked me to keep them in a secret place, out of Ram’s reach. He knew pretty well that I would not be able to refrain myself from reading those books and surely the content of those books would have the ‘desired’ effect on me!

The next couple of days naturally I was extremely cautious about my dressing while my son was around. I was even undecided whether I should remain bra-less in front of Ram especially in my nightwear. My boobs being big and heavy... especially not wearing a bra made them sway and swing quite noticeably when I moved about or bent down. Hence I was a bit stiff also when Ram was close to me or I talked to him. The better part was that even though I tried hard to think in a dirty way about Ram’s moves and intentions, but I was not able to do that, probably my blind motherly love was not allowing that.

It was again Ram’s tuition day and Chacha-ji descended from upstairs and was giving lessons to him when I entered the room with tea and biscuits. Just at that time Chacha-ji gave him some homework for the next day and permitted (or rather ordered) him to go upstairs and help Haria (Chacha-ji’s servant) with some household chores.

As soon as Ram was out of the room, Chacha-ji indicated me to sit before him. Today I was in my usual sari-blouse and had just completed feeding Harpal. I made sure that my pallu was properly covering my bra-less mammaries inside my blouse.

Chacha-ji: To Beti... tum kuch notice kiye Ram ke bare mei inn do dino mei?

Me: Pata nahin Chacha-ji... mujhe to kuchh bhi abnormal nahi laga!

Chacha-ji: Kuch bhi abnormal nehi laga... strange!

Me: Ji... mujhe to sab normal hi lage!

Chacha-ji: Matlab... wo kya tumhare kareeb nehi ay aye do din mei?

Me: Nehi nehi... mera matlab pehle jaise tha... waise hi hai...bas! Mujhe Ram ko kisi gande harkat karte huye nehi dekha...

Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... ye important observation hai... kiyu ki chances are there that ye sare ashleel kitab padhke wo koi aisa-waisa harkat tumhare saath kar de!

Me: Nehi... aisa kuch wo nehi kiya... ek-do bar roz hi ki tarah wo mujhse chipakta zarror tha... aur school jane ke waqt mere galo pe kiss bhi karke jata hai... lekin...

Chacha-ji: Lekin kya?