09-04-2020, 06:27 AM
I did not get the slightest hint that Ram was pretending such that he gets another opportunity to get closer to my plump and tempting feminine body.
Me: Are nehi nehi Ram.. kuch karte hai … don’t get nervous!
Ram: Mummy I am not nervous… I just need a brush up session… kal Chacha-ji jaise karwaye the.... then I am sure I will be able to remember everything. Things are just getting jumbled up.
Since Chacha-ji was not there I had to do something to help Ram. Though it was more of an honest effort to help my son, somewhere down my mind the fact remained that I was also unsatisfied and horny from yesterday (though much subsided after sleeping); and sensing this opportunity to get close to my son’s body (read a male body) my mind acted instantly. My blood as if started to gush through my vessels thinking of this golden prospect!
Though there was a second thought in my mind about getting deliberately naughty towards my innocent son, but the other flow was indeed more profound. What was the harm in getting closer to my son? Only yesterday I did it and did not feel any guilt about it. In fact the way my young lad touched, caressed and fondled me made me feel hot in a slightly different manner! I enjoyed it with a pinch of shyness, which is absent when my husband makes love to me. Its so open... gatting naked even does not make me feel shy in front of Vinay... but here just dropping my pallu made me feel red!
In no way I was trying to entice or lure him towards me.... I mean in a crude way.... by wearing a short or indecently provocative dress. I was just aiding in his biology lessons...
Yes, the way was definitely unique.... as advised by Chacha-ji! But I did not mind it.
If aiding in his lessons through my “bhari jawani” (as described by Chacha-ji) keeps my son away from cheap pornographic books, why not indulge him in that!
There was no second thoughts now in my mind and I was all set to proceed. And there was no harm in trying it on my own... without Chacha-ji’s guidance!
Ram: Mummy... ekbar fir se kar dene se mujhe lagta hai saari yaad aa jayegi…
Me: Okay Beta... okay... will do that... just like yesterday... if that helps you to remember your lessons... will do that!
Ram (visibly looking overjoyed): O really Mummy! Thanks a ton! I will bring my biology notebook right away!
Ram was more than overjoyed and he rushed out of the room. I quickly checked myself in the mirror. I was wearing the housecoat, which I generally wear in the morning over my nighty to look decent, as Chacha-ji and Haria come downstairs; moreover I also go in front of the Doodhwala and the sabji-wala. Since at that time Haria was busy with Sanjay (Chacha-ji’s handicapped son) and would not come down and the Doodhwala and the sabji-wala had already visited, I felt safe to disrobe my housecoat. That way I definitely looked sexier as the curves of my voluptuous body was evident through my thin pink nighty. I smiled to myself patting my naughtiness.
Me: Come to this room Ram... then I can keep an eye on Harpal also.
Ram: Okay mom... coming.
As he entered the room with his notebook in his hand, I softly closed the door. Obviously I wanted to be “safe” doing this practical class. Thankfully Ram was not surprised seeing me without the housecoat as he was habituated seeing me in my nightdress in the house.
Me: School jane mei abhi time hai... to pura cheez thik se dekh lena... taki pura yaad aa jaye!
Ram: Ji mummy... I will follow the notebook.
Me: Notebook? Par you should follow yesterday’s practical class... as guided by Chacha-ji... isn’t it?
Ram: Ha ha mummy... par book dekhna zaroori hai for the terminology....
Me: Okay, okay. Par ek cheez... abhi to Chacha-ji tumhe nehi milnge.... aur mujhe bhi kuch khaas malum nehi ye sab ke bare mei... to Beta... tumhe apne aap hi karna padhega ye practical class...
Ram: Ha mummy... kar lunga mai.... tum sirf saath dena kal jaise... taki mujhe yaad rakhne mei asani ho.
Me: Sure Beta. So... can we... I mean... can we start?
Was I getting impatient? I could easily feel my heart racing a bit and I was exhaling warm breaths already in anticipation and some nervousness!
Ram: Ji.... ji Mummy!
I could easily note that Ram was eyeing my firm round boobs as he conversed with me. My nighty was slightly tight round my bosom due the firmness and the fullness of my breasts. Also while checking myself in the mirror I adjusted my nighty so that Ram could clearly have an eyeful of my wheat-colored sweaty cleavage. Definitely exposing that I looked more attractive.
And when I noted his eyes I could clearly catch his excitement and eagerness eyeing my sexy boobs. The keenness and commitment in his eyes really impressed me! I blushed within myself and took a few steps and stood by the bedside.
Ram: Mummy... what I will try to do is... I will name the organs without seeing the book... locate them... (he cleverly avoided saying “on my body”) ....and tell their function and then move onto the next.
Me: Okay, par pata kaise chalega ke tu thik bol raha hai ke nehi?
Ram: You check the copy naa...
I thought for a second and instantly realized that this could be an excellent ploy to avoid direct eye contact with my son during the embarrassing (=exciting) touching session! I instantly grabbed the idea.
Me: Yes, yes... that’s a good idea. I will know if you are telling correctly or not.
Ram: Aur Mummy... you will not find it difficult as Chacha-ji hamesha English terms ke bagal mei Hindi likh dete hai for my understanding....
Me: Oh... tab to koi pareshani ki baat nehi hai... give me the copy.
Ram came closer and handed me the notebook. I could realize that my breathing was getting faster as I had never done anything of this sort prior with my son and that too so ‘consciously’!
Ram: Mujhe confusion female wale me hi zyada ho raha hai... shall I start with that?
Me: Okay...
Ram was standing just a foot away from me – enough close to me. Ram was tall for his age and he was almost as tall as me. I could see his chest going up and down inside his T-shirt. I rested on the bedside with my heavy ass pressing against it while I held the copy in my hand.
Ram: The female reproductive system consists of... consists of.... a pair of ovaries, oviduct, uterus, cervix, and... and....
Me (quickly picking up from his notes): Hmm... yes.... ab tak to sab thiki bola hai... what is the other one?
Ram: Ha... one sec Mummy... yehi yaad nehi aa raha hai... Umm... err... I feel... and... and penis?
Me: Penis!
I almost shrieked and taken aback by my son’s innocent mishmash!
Me: Are Beta... lun.... mera matlab... pe... penis to male organ hai...
Ram: Par mummy... kal to Chacha-ji... dikhaya naa..... aapka waha par (indicating my choot area) penis hai...
I was baffled at his jumbling up! I really did not expect that he would mix up things like that.
Me: Hey bhagwan... you have mixed it totally!
Ram: Par mummy practical mei to Sir aise-hi bole the!
Me: Nehi! (firmly) Yaad karo Beta...
He again looked blank and was scratching his head. I thought it wise to repeat what Chacha-ji had done yesterday.
Me: Let me repeat what Chacha-ji yesterday did... okay? Matlab err... jo practical class wo kiye thhe wo!
Ram (evidently looked keen and sparkling again): Yes yes mummy... you repeat the practical class.... then I think I will be able to recollect!
Me: Okay... then as per your notes... pehle mai male reproductive organ dikhata hoon...
Ram: Okay Mummy.
Me: Paas aa... (Ram stepped forward) Ha... yaha khada rahe... here...
Saying that I took the copy in my left hand and extended my right hand to grab his penis under his half pant. As soon as I touched his small penis over his pant, my whole body as if shivered and I felt I was not touching my son’s dick, but rather was touching an unknown man’s dick!
Me (almost in a trembling voice): Here... this is the penis Beta... it’s in your body... not mine... matlab... it’s a part of the male system...Remember now? .
Me: Are nehi nehi Ram.. kuch karte hai … don’t get nervous!
Ram: Mummy I am not nervous… I just need a brush up session… kal Chacha-ji jaise karwaye the.... then I am sure I will be able to remember everything. Things are just getting jumbled up.
Since Chacha-ji was not there I had to do something to help Ram. Though it was more of an honest effort to help my son, somewhere down my mind the fact remained that I was also unsatisfied and horny from yesterday (though much subsided after sleeping); and sensing this opportunity to get close to my son’s body (read a male body) my mind acted instantly. My blood as if started to gush through my vessels thinking of this golden prospect!
Though there was a second thought in my mind about getting deliberately naughty towards my innocent son, but the other flow was indeed more profound. What was the harm in getting closer to my son? Only yesterday I did it and did not feel any guilt about it. In fact the way my young lad touched, caressed and fondled me made me feel hot in a slightly different manner! I enjoyed it with a pinch of shyness, which is absent when my husband makes love to me. Its so open... gatting naked even does not make me feel shy in front of Vinay... but here just dropping my pallu made me feel red!
In no way I was trying to entice or lure him towards me.... I mean in a crude way.... by wearing a short or indecently provocative dress. I was just aiding in his biology lessons...
Yes, the way was definitely unique.... as advised by Chacha-ji! But I did not mind it.
If aiding in his lessons through my “bhari jawani” (as described by Chacha-ji) keeps my son away from cheap pornographic books, why not indulge him in that!
There was no second thoughts now in my mind and I was all set to proceed. And there was no harm in trying it on my own... without Chacha-ji’s guidance!
Ram: Mummy... ekbar fir se kar dene se mujhe lagta hai saari yaad aa jayegi…
Me: Okay Beta... okay... will do that... just like yesterday... if that helps you to remember your lessons... will do that!
Ram (visibly looking overjoyed): O really Mummy! Thanks a ton! I will bring my biology notebook right away!
Ram was more than overjoyed and he rushed out of the room. I quickly checked myself in the mirror. I was wearing the housecoat, which I generally wear in the morning over my nighty to look decent, as Chacha-ji and Haria come downstairs; moreover I also go in front of the Doodhwala and the sabji-wala. Since at that time Haria was busy with Sanjay (Chacha-ji’s handicapped son) and would not come down and the Doodhwala and the sabji-wala had already visited, I felt safe to disrobe my housecoat. That way I definitely looked sexier as the curves of my voluptuous body was evident through my thin pink nighty. I smiled to myself patting my naughtiness.
Me: Come to this room Ram... then I can keep an eye on Harpal also.
Ram: Okay mom... coming.
As he entered the room with his notebook in his hand, I softly closed the door. Obviously I wanted to be “safe” doing this practical class. Thankfully Ram was not surprised seeing me without the housecoat as he was habituated seeing me in my nightdress in the house.
Me: School jane mei abhi time hai... to pura cheez thik se dekh lena... taki pura yaad aa jaye!
Ram: Ji mummy... I will follow the notebook.
Me: Notebook? Par you should follow yesterday’s practical class... as guided by Chacha-ji... isn’t it?
Ram: Ha ha mummy... par book dekhna zaroori hai for the terminology....
Me: Okay, okay. Par ek cheez... abhi to Chacha-ji tumhe nehi milnge.... aur mujhe bhi kuch khaas malum nehi ye sab ke bare mei... to Beta... tumhe apne aap hi karna padhega ye practical class...
Ram: Ha mummy... kar lunga mai.... tum sirf saath dena kal jaise... taki mujhe yaad rakhne mei asani ho.
Me: Sure Beta. So... can we... I mean... can we start?
Was I getting impatient? I could easily feel my heart racing a bit and I was exhaling warm breaths already in anticipation and some nervousness!
Ram: Ji.... ji Mummy!
I could easily note that Ram was eyeing my firm round boobs as he conversed with me. My nighty was slightly tight round my bosom due the firmness and the fullness of my breasts. Also while checking myself in the mirror I adjusted my nighty so that Ram could clearly have an eyeful of my wheat-colored sweaty cleavage. Definitely exposing that I looked more attractive.
And when I noted his eyes I could clearly catch his excitement and eagerness eyeing my sexy boobs. The keenness and commitment in his eyes really impressed me! I blushed within myself and took a few steps and stood by the bedside.
Ram: Mummy... what I will try to do is... I will name the organs without seeing the book... locate them... (he cleverly avoided saying “on my body”) ....and tell their function and then move onto the next.
Me: Okay, par pata kaise chalega ke tu thik bol raha hai ke nehi?
Ram: You check the copy naa...
I thought for a second and instantly realized that this could be an excellent ploy to avoid direct eye contact with my son during the embarrassing (=exciting) touching session! I instantly grabbed the idea.
Me: Yes, yes... that’s a good idea. I will know if you are telling correctly or not.
Ram: Aur Mummy... you will not find it difficult as Chacha-ji hamesha English terms ke bagal mei Hindi likh dete hai for my understanding....
Me: Oh... tab to koi pareshani ki baat nehi hai... give me the copy.
Ram came closer and handed me the notebook. I could realize that my breathing was getting faster as I had never done anything of this sort prior with my son and that too so ‘consciously’!
Ram: Mujhe confusion female wale me hi zyada ho raha hai... shall I start with that?
Me: Okay...
Ram was standing just a foot away from me – enough close to me. Ram was tall for his age and he was almost as tall as me. I could see his chest going up and down inside his T-shirt. I rested on the bedside with my heavy ass pressing against it while I held the copy in my hand.
Ram: The female reproductive system consists of... consists of.... a pair of ovaries, oviduct, uterus, cervix, and... and....
Me (quickly picking up from his notes): Hmm... yes.... ab tak to sab thiki bola hai... what is the other one?
Ram: Ha... one sec Mummy... yehi yaad nehi aa raha hai... Umm... err... I feel... and... and penis?
Me: Penis!
I almost shrieked and taken aback by my son’s innocent mishmash!
Me: Are Beta... lun.... mera matlab... pe... penis to male organ hai...
Ram: Par mummy... kal to Chacha-ji... dikhaya naa..... aapka waha par (indicating my choot area) penis hai...
I was baffled at his jumbling up! I really did not expect that he would mix up things like that.
Me: Hey bhagwan... you have mixed it totally!
Ram: Par mummy practical mei to Sir aise-hi bole the!
Me: Nehi! (firmly) Yaad karo Beta...
He again looked blank and was scratching his head. I thought it wise to repeat what Chacha-ji had done yesterday.
Me: Let me repeat what Chacha-ji yesterday did... okay? Matlab err... jo practical class wo kiye thhe wo!
Ram (evidently looked keen and sparkling again): Yes yes mummy... you repeat the practical class.... then I think I will be able to recollect!
Me: Okay... then as per your notes... pehle mai male reproductive organ dikhata hoon...
Ram: Okay Mummy.
Me: Paas aa... (Ram stepped forward) Ha... yaha khada rahe... here...
Saying that I took the copy in my left hand and extended my right hand to grab his penis under his half pant. As soon as I touched his small penis over his pant, my whole body as if shivered and I felt I was not touching my son’s dick, but rather was touching an unknown man’s dick!
Me (almost in a trembling voice): Here... this is the penis Beta... it’s in your body... not mine... matlab... it’s a part of the male system...Remember now? .
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