13-12-2018, 12:10 PM
Part - 27
This was beyond my wildest imagination, and I just watched at the scene unfolding in front of my eyes with lust coursing through my veins. She was going from milestone to milestone now, and followed this by taking hold of my cock gently and rubbing it against her dripping breasts. Her milk had oozed out copiously from her lactating 34-D breasts, and as a result were slick to the touch. As she held my cock and slapped it lightly against her breasts, I could only imagine what a lucky bastard her worthless husband was. I was sure he'd have taught her to do all this.
Leaning forward further, she took hold of both her swollen breasts, and trapped my blood gorged cock in between them. The valley of her breasts, as well as my rampant cock, were well lubricated with a mix of my pre-cum and her breast milk, and as a result when she started to move her pendulous breasts up and down along the length of my shaft, they moved easily, lubricated as they were with both our body secretions. Her lips were parted now, and as she turned her head sideways to look at me, I let out a sigh of pleasure and helplessness.
Even as she was pumping my cock in between her breasts, she was continually squeezing both her breasts too, intermittently sending her milk squirting on to my cock and pelvis. This had to be my most erotic experience so far; the sight of this 27-year old young mother, her blouse open and hanging loose, and her bra pulled up above her milk-filled swollen breasts, servicing my cock my stroking them with her mammary glands! Letting go off my cock from in between her breasts, she took hold of it once again and began to rub it all over her face. Her eyes were closed, and there was an immensely sexy expression on her face as she rubbed my wet slimy cock on her face, and her breasts.
I was dying to feel her mouth on my cock, and grabbing her hand, groaned "Bhabhiiii..." Once again, it was as if she read my mind, and reaching out to take both my outstretched hands in hers, took my cock into her mouth! The manner, in which she did this, without the use of her hands, turned me on immensely, and I responded my lifting my hips off the bed, and pushing my cock deeper into her small red lipped mouth. She was herself aroused fully now, and was beginning to moan. She twisted her head from side to side, taking my cock into her mouth at all possible angles, all the while refraining from using her hands.
Her tongue was lashing my shaft, and she was adding to my excitement by suckling on the swollen tip also. The absolutely amazing manner in which she was sucking on my cock made it very evident that this was something she'd have to do for her husband very often. She was bobbing her head vigorously now, my cock touching the back of her slender throat each time she thrust her head down, while her hands were continuously manipulating my swollen balls. Unlike some of the other women, who'd let their saliva drool out while sucking cock, she was swallowing intermittently, making sure her saliva and my secretions never oozed out of her sucking mouth. It was simply incredible!
Lifting my torso off the couch and grabbing hold of the bun of her head, I groaned "Bhabhi ... bas ... mera..." indicating that if she continued this for any longer, I'd shoot my load into her mouth. Her chest heaving with the effort, she pulled her mouth off my cock, and said in a barely audible "Jignesh bhai ... aapne mera doodh piya hai ... to ... to main kya ... aapka nahi pee sakti..." This was by far the most erotic words I'd heard a woman utter, and my cock almost threatened to explode there and then. Stunned, I just watched this incredibly lovely fair 27-year old young mother. Kissing the swollen throbbing tip of my blood gorged cock almost reverently, she said again "Boliye na, Jignesh bhai ... nahi peene denge aap..."
Dazed, I managed to gasp "Bhabhi ... aap yeh kya keh rahi hain ... main ... kaise..." Continuing to kiss my cock with her lips, she said in a low voice "Warna mera aur aapka rishta adhoora hi rahega, Jignesh bhai ... aap aapki Alka bhabhi ko pyaar nahi karte..." her eyes moist with emotion again. "Haan bhabhi ... please..." I mumbled. "Aapke liye ye karna ... mera saubhagya hoga, Jignesh bhai..." she said in a low earnest tone. I couldn't believe my ears. This lovely innocent woman was telling my in the chastest of languages that she wanted to drink my cum!
I reached out to touch her face with my fingers, and dazed at the utter in credulousness of what she was saying, gasped "Haan ... bhabhi ... haan..." Something like a smile of relief flickered on her face, before she closed her eyes and took my cock into her mouth again, as if she was worshiping it. This was any man's dream come true; to have a woman like her not only suck on your cock, but also be willing to swallow your semen! Just the thought of what was happening, coupled with the intense feeling of her mouth sucking on my cock, send my cum blasting out of the swollen tip of my mouth. As my ejaculation hit against the back of her throat, she let out a deep throat moan of "Ummmhhhhh..."
Grabbing my thighs, she began to swallow, as wad after wad of my thick boiling jism splattered the insides of her slender mouth. Her throat constricted, and she gagged once or twice involuntarily, but to her credit, she kept her mouth tightly clamped around my erupting cock, and swallowed every single drop of semen that I'd send spurting into her willing mouth. As my ejaculation subsided, she slowly took my quivering wet cock out of her mouth, and held in in her hand. I was lying outstretched on the couch, my head thrown back, but my hips jerked involuntarily once or twice, causing the last of my semen to dribble out from the slit of my crimson swollen cock head. Without any hesitation, she stuck out her tongue, and proceeded to lick that up too.
I was both emotionally and physically drained and collapsed on the couch in a dead heap. I managed to look at her face since I was curious to see her reaction to my having come in her mouth. Her tightly combed hair was in disarray, many strands having come loose of the bun, and her sindhoor too was smeared. Her lips and chin were wet and slimy with my cum and her saliva, and it was an incredibly erotic experience to see her in this condition. Never had I expected this chaste 27-year old young housewife to give me two firsts of my life; one, giving me a taste of breast milk, and second, swallowing my boiling hot semen!
There was no hint of any displeasure or disgust on her face, and when she saw me looking at her, she smiled shyly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She was still holding on to my cock gingerly, which was rapidly losing its hardness. "Oh Alka bhabhi..." I said, still breathing heavily from my intense orgasm, extending my arms to her. With a smile, she got up from where she'd been kneeling next to my crotch, and came to sit near my head. As I lifted my torso off the couch to allow her to sit at the head, my eyes were riveted to the way her ripe papaya shaped milk-filled breasts swung freely.
It was only when I tried to wipe the sweat off my forehead that I realized that my face was sticky. It suddenly came to me that all the breast milk that had sprayed on to my face and chest when I was fondling and sucking on her tits, had caked dry and had made my face and chest sticky to touch. It felt dirty yet arousing at the same time. As she settled down to sit on the couch once again and pulled up her legs to sit cross legged, I rested my head in her lap. She cradled my head in her arms lovingly and held me against her swollen bosoms. Not having the energy to do anything more, I simply enjoyed the feel of her warm swollen breasts, slimy with her milk and my pre-cum.
The strong musky odor of her breastmilk mixed with my pre-cum assailed my nostrils. For some inexplicable reason, I found that odor erotic too. She'd not spoken a word, and was just watching me with genuine affection in her eyes. I lay like that in her lap for a long time, allowing my body to cool down and my breathing to come back to normal. Clearing my throat, I said "Bhabhi ... main nahi jaanta ki aapko main ... thank you kaise kahun ... mai to bas..." "Shhh ... Jignesh bhai..." she said interrupting me " ... aap kucch kehne ki zaroorat nahi hai..." touching her slender fingers to my lips.
Reaching up, I caressed the swell of her breasts from below, and kissed them softly, whispering "Thank you, bhabhi ... thank you..." In response, she just bent down towards my face and kissed me softly on the lips, allowing her tongue to run along my lips. When she pulled her lips away, I asked "Bhabhi ... ab aap mujhe phir kab milengi ... aap mujhse dubaara milne aayengi na..." the apprehension evident in my voice. "Arre, Jignesh bhai ... aap kyun aisi baate kar rahe ho ... maine to apna tan aur man aapko saunp diya hai ... yeh to mere aur aapke rishte ki shuruaat hai ... aap jab bhi mujhe yaad karoge ... main aapke liye haazir hoon..." she said seriously, every word uttered in dead earnest.
Had these things been said by any other woman, I'd have taken it with a pinch of salt. But she, like my dear Kalpana aunty, seemed like a genuinely warm person. She seemed to want to say something, but was hesitating for some reason. I waited patiently for her to get her thoughts together. Finally, she said, albeit tentatively "Jignesh bhai ... agar aapko itraaz na ho to ... main ab jaaoon..." her eyes pleading. "Haan bhabhi ... ab aap jaaiye ... kucch waqt ke liye main sab kucch bhool gaya thha..." I replied, squeezing her hands gently.
She was still stalling, as if unsure of how to say what she wanted to. Gathering some courage, she began "Aaj to mere aur aapka milan adhoora reh gaya ... lekin ... agli baar jab hum milenge ... to aap ise poora karenge na..." For a moment, I couldn't comprehend the meaning of what she was saying, spoken as it was in very chaste language. "Aap mujhe iska mauka denge na, Jignesh bhai..." she urged, when she did not get any response from me. Finally it dawned upon me that she was referring to the fact that we'd not had an actual sexual intercourse yet.
It was then that it occurred to me that in spite of all that we'd done, I had not even seen her naked below her waist yet, let alone touch her anywhere else. So mesmerized had I been by the fact that I was actually feeding on her lactating breasts that I'd not even thought of fucking her. Reaching out to caress her swollen milky breasts that were pressed against my head, I looked into her eyes and said "Mauka to mujhe aapse maangna chaahiye, bhabhi..." my eyes conveying that I was not joking. She just managed a shy smile when she heard my words, and replied "Main din mein ghar par akeli hi rehti hoon ... aapka jab man kare ... aap..." she said, letting her eyes convey the rest.
Content with my accomplishments for the day, I let out a contented sigh. Getting up from her lap, I was suddenly conscious of my nudity. As I was pulling on my boxers, she too suddenly became the state of undress she was in, her saree in disarray, her blouse open, and the bra pulled up above her full lush mammary glands. We exchanged shy glances as both of us began to put our clothes in order. The wonderful woman that she was, she offered to make tea for me before she left, an offer which I gratefully accepted. After the warm glow of my intense orgasm had worn of, there was awkwardness between us. As a result, we were both extremely formal to each other. After finishing the tea, she took leave of me.
As I opened the door for her, she slipped into her worn sandals. At the door, she paused, and turned around to look at me again. With a heartfelt sigh and a shake of her head, she took hold of my hand and came inside again. Closing the door herself, she turned around and flung herself into my arms, burying her face into my chest, her lush ripe breasts quashed against my torso. I just held her in my arms tightly, and not a word was exchanged between us, the embrace conveying our mutual feelings. With some reluctance, she pulled away from the lingering embrace, and giving my hand a parting squeeze, left for her house. Closing the door behind her, I headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower, to wash away the traces of my kinky yet erotic sexual encounter, with the lovely Alka bhabhi.
After a hot shower, I hit the bed. I slept through the rest of the evening and woke up only around 6:30 pm. With all the exercise I had been getting these days, I didn't feel the need for a workout. So I decided to go for a jog in the evening, something I'd not done for a while. Changing into a pair of shorts and a sweat-shirt, I pulled on my running shoes and headed out for a run. After working up a good sweat running for nearly 30 minutes, I reached home, feeling tired yet fresh. It was nearing 7:30 pm, and as I opened the door, I noticed that a small piece of paper had been slid under the door when I was away. Intrigued, I picked up the piece of paper. It was a note from Mayuri ben, written in her classical college teacher hand writing. It read "Dear Jignesh beta, please call as soon as you see this. Yours, Mayuri aunty" I reckoned she'd come here when I was away on my run, and not finding me at home, had left the note.
Curious, I picked up the phone and dialed her number. After a few rings, Seema didi answered the phone. "Hello didi..." I said cheerfully, aunty had left a note asking me to call. "Oh ... yes Jignesh bhai..." she answered in a somewhat hesitant voice that I just couldn't place " ... one minute, I'll give the phone to mummy..." she said. After a few second, Mayuri ben came on the line. "Thank you for calling, beta..." she said in her heavy voice "I'd tried calling you earlier, but I think you were not at home ... so I came to your place also ... but the door was locked..." "Oh, sorry to have missed you aunty..." I said politely " ... I'd gone for a jog ... I just got back..."
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, before she continued "Accha beta ... the reason I called is..." pausing for a moment again " ... Amisha had been asking me permission to go and spend the night with one of her friends for a long time now ... so today I thought I will allow her..." she said in a somewhat uncertain voice. Wondering where this conversation was headed, I waited patiently. "So ... today ... I and Seema are alone at home ... and I was wondering if ... if you would like to come here ... and ... and spend the night with us..." she finished, her tone expectant. "Oh..." I muttered, my brain working furiously. The lusty 48-year old Mayuri ben had sent her younger daughter away, and cleared the scene for me to spend the night at her place.
Needless to say, I was enthralled at the prospects. "Umm ... aunty ... but do you think Seema didi wouldn't mind that..." I asked, deciding to play the reluctant boy role to perfection. "Oh no, beta ... why would Seema mind ... she would love to have you here ... don't you know by now that she loves you as much as I do ... may be more..." she replied instantly. Sensing my hesitation, she added in a hushed tone "Beta ... Alka came here on the way back from your place ... and ... she told me how kind you were to her..."
Then as if unsure of what she was able to say next, she continued "And beta ... when I asked her ... she also told me ... that ... you did not ... I mean ... did not do it with her..." It took me a fraction of a second to register what she was trying to convey. I could imagine how the brazen Mayuri ben would've quizzed poor Alka bhabhi, and coaxed the gory details from her. "Beta ... are you there..." she asked, my silence unsettling her. "Uh ... yes, aunty..." I said. "So beta ... I thought ... umm ... I thought that perhaps you will feel better if you come here ... and spend the night with me and Seema..." she added, in a tone that was seductive as well as compassionate.
I couldn't help but marvel at the way this lusty 48-year old woman's brain worked. She was talking about my sexual needs the way other mature women would talk about my basic needs like food & shelter. It was as if she'd taken it upon herself to feed my sexual hunger. "You'll come na, beta..." she asked in a seductive tone, trying her level best to convince me. "Umm ... ok aunty ... if you say so..." "Oh, wonderful..." she exclaimed gleefully, cutting me off. "Then you have dinner with us, ok beta ... we're both waiting for you..." she said in a pleased voice.
Mumbling my assent, I hung up the phone. Kalpana aunty was supposed to bring me my dinner as always, and I was wondering what excuse I'd cook up today for declining her tiffin. I called her up all the same, and explained to her that I'd been invited by one of my friends for dinner at his house, and therefore she need not bring the tiffin. The disappointment in her voice was evident as she said "Oh ... ok beta ... I was thinking of calling you here for dinner ... in fact Jatin bhai was telling me to call you ... and Jigna was also looking forward to seeing you..." I sighed under my breath, torn between the choices I had before me for the night. I too was looking forward to seeing the hot Jigna after she'd returned from her picnic.
Taking a decision quickly, I said "Oh aunty ... that's so nice of you ... but my friend had been calling me home for so many days now ... there was just no way I could refuse today..." trying my best to sound sincere. "But I promise I'll come there tomorrow, aunty..." I added for good measure. "Oh that will be wonderful, beta..." she replied, seeming sufficiently mollified. "Do say hi to Jigna, aunty..." I said before I hung up the phone. Having taken care of that little issue, I quickly showered to wash off the sweat I had worked up.
My cock had taken a real pounding today, and I was a little apprehensive of how well it'd be able to perform tonight. On a sudden inspiration, I grabbed a can of Red Bull from the fridge and downed it quickly. Red Bulls were something of a rarity those days, and I was lucky to have a little stock of it in my fridge thanks to one of my friend's dad who'd just returned from an overseas trip. Praying that the ginseng-based drink would live up its claim of improving one's stamina, I headed for Mayuri ben's house.
When I reached Mayuri ben's house and rang the bell, the door was opened by Seema didi. "Oh hello Jignesh bhai..." she exclaimed brightly, a warm smile on her face. "Hi didi..." I said cheerfully, my eyes taking in her decked up beauty. For a change, she was wearing a traditional Gujarati saree today, worn with the pallu on her right shoulder. It was not a style that was usually preferred by unmarried women, but for some reasons it made the buxom Seema didi look incredibly sexy.
A bell shaped golden earring dangled from her ears, and she wore a rather elaborate golden necklace around her thick neck. Two pairs of golden bangles adorned both her fleshy hands. Her plump wheat-complexioned face had just the hint of make-up on it, and she'd applied a very subtle shade of dark lipstick on her thick luscious lips. "Didi ... you look beautiful ... I've never seen you in a saree before ... you look wonderful in it..." I said sincerely, a smile on my face. She blushed, and said "Oh thank you, Jignesh bhai ... I was..." she managed to mumble, her face flushing with pleasure at my compliment.
Hearing my voice, Mayuri ben came out from the kitchen. "Kem chho beta..." she greeted me warmly with a smile, coming close to me and embracing me " ... nice of you to come..." "Hello aunty..." I replied awkwardly, uncomfortable at her embracing me like this in front of her daughter. I glanced awkwardly at Seema didi as Mayuri ben wrapped her hands around my back and hugged me, that heavy mature body of hers with those mammoth breasts of hers pressing against my torso. To my relief, Seema didi looked at me with fondness and just smiled.
Letting go off me, Mayuri ben turned to Seema and said "See ... I had told you that Jignesh will like it if you wear a saree..." as if proving a point. Seema just smiled uncomfortably and blushed again. Turning to me, she said "Arre beta ... she was so uncomfortable to wear a saree ... saying that you will not like it ... but I told her that I know my Jignesh beta ... and I know what he likes ... so it was very reluctantly that she agreed..." Pleased at the effort that was being put in to make me happy, I looked at Seema didi and said with a smile "Of course ... she looks beautiful in a saree..." Both mother and daughter beamed upon hearing this.
Seema didi's saree seemed to be one that she reserved for special occasions like weddings or family functions, and maroon colored chiffon one with plenty of tinsel work on it that shimmered in the artificial light. On the other hand, Mayuri ben wore one of her trademark white sarees, which I'd seen often wear to her college where she taught primary grade kids, and was devoid of any fancy adornments, and was accompanied by a matching white blouse. I could see the thick outlines of her bra under her white blouse at the shoulder. "You came just in time, beta..." she said, bustling into the kitchen.
As Seema didi followed her, I too trailed them. She'd made aam ras and poori, one my favorites and my mouth watered at the smell of the pooris being fried. For the ones who're not familiar with Gujarat cuisine, aam ras is freshly crushed mango pulp, which is a great accompaniment with hot freshly fried pooris, wheat pancakes deep friend in oil. Both mother and her 23-year old daughter fawned over me, ensuring that while Mayuri ben fried the pooris, Seema kept a steady supply of them coming to my plate. Even as I was eating to my heart's content, relishing the food, I couldn't help but admire the way Seema didi looked bustling from the kitchen to the living room in her elaborately adorned saree.
She heavy breasts, concealed under the saree, brushed against my head a couple of times when she came to serve me the pooris. When I glanced at her, she smiled shyly, aware that her little gesture had not gone unnoticed. I felt like some royalty who was being served by these two women, one a mature 48-year old mother of two, and the other, her own 23-year old buxom daughter. The Red Bull seemed to have revived me, and my tired cock, since I felt my cock stiffen even while I was eating, as I contemplated the night ahead of me.
Once, when she was serving me hot poori, I said to her with a smile "Didi ... you smell great..." having noted that she was wearing some really good perfume. She beamed upon hearing that, and lowering her head to almost whisper in my ear, said "Thank you Jignesh bhai ... that's because I have used the perfume you gifted me..." a fond expression on her face. This was the second time she was telling me exactly the same thing, and I mentally patted myself for having thought of that.
Once I'd eaten my fill, I excused myself and washed my hands in the small washbasin in their kitchen. Only after I'd finished did they sit down to eat. To their immense surprise and pleasure, I insisted on serving them as they ate; a gesture that won me a few more brownie points with this mother-daughter pair. Once they'd finished, and were clearing the plates, I settled down to watch the daily news on their old barely functional TV. I made a mental note to buy a new TV for this household, as a thank you gesture for what they'd been doing for me.
After finishing washing the vessels, Mayuri ben and Seema didi returned to the living room. Sitting down on the couch next to me, Mayuri ben placed her thick pudgy hand on my thigh and asked "So beta ... did you like the food aunty made for you today..." her thick blunt featurd face creasing into a smile. "Oh it was yummy, aunty ... I loved it..." I said earnestly, even as I watched her remove her spectacles and clean them on the pallu of her white saree.
Seema was standing there at the door, and when Mayuri ben looked towards her, she asked in a small voice "Um ... shall I go inside, mummy..." "Yes, beti ... you go inside ... and make the bed ready for Jignesh beta..." she said matter of factly. I noticed that some unsaid message had been passed on to Seema didi by her mother, and she just nodded her head in understanding. Giving me a tentative smile, Seema didi vanished into their bedroom. For a while I'd forgotten the primary reason for my being here. Seeing Seema didi go into the bedroom, it came back to me suddenly as to why I was here.
As awkwardness with the whole setup crept into me, I felt Mayuri ben shift and slide closer to me on their sofa. Gazing at me through those gold-rimmed spectacles I'd gifted her, she asked softly "Beta ... tum Seema se khush to ho na..." "Uh ... yes aunty ... why're you asking a question like that..." I replied, my face reflecting my puzzlement. Continuing to gaze at me, as her hands gently caressed my thighs, she replied "Nothing ... I just felt like you were a little tense..." looking at me closely. "Oh nothing like that aunty..." I replied, avoiding her piercing gaze.
Leaning towards me, pressing her humongous mammaries to my arms, she reached out to touch my chin and asked in a low voice "Tell me, beta ... what is bothering you ... I can see it in your eyes..." her eyes still boring into mine. Dropping my gaze, I let out a sigh and said "Oh aunty ... I don't know ... I am still not comfortable with ... umm ... with doing these things ... this way ... with Seema didi..." Looking at her, I continued "Are you sure aunty ... that ... that she is fine with it ... I mean I hope she's not doing something that she doesn't want to do..." the expression on my face relaying the hesitation I felt.
Mayuri ben shook her head and smiled. Then placing her left arm around my back and leaning towards me so that her massive heavy 42-D breasts were once again pressed to my shoulders, she said in a gentle voice "Oh beta ... why do you still have doubts ... do you think I don't know my own daughter..." continuing to look into my eyes. Seeing that I still did not seem to be convinced, she continued "Do you know what she told me after you went to her at the massage parlor... ?" a loving expression on her face. "What did she say?" I asked, looking at her. "She said ... that after the way you treated her that day ... she has in her heart given her body and soul to you..." that same fond expression on her face.
"You are not a customer for her, Jignesh beta ... you are so much more for her ... you are the first man who has treated her with respect ... in spite of knowing what work she does..." she continued, a serious expression on her face. As I looked at Mayuri ben, I couldn't decide whether I should hate her for what she was getting her daughter to do, or love her for the same. Shaking my head, I sighed "Oh aunty ... that's just because she's such a wonderful human being ... what have I done..." dropping my gaze to my lap. "Aisa tum sochte ho, beta ... wo nahi..." she said gently, once again caressing my thigh.
Sensing my discomfort, she said "But if you don't want her, beta ... then I won't force you..." her voice conveying her disappointment. "Oh aunty ... you know that's not true ... you know how I feel..." I said, placing my hand over hers and squeezing her fingers. She beamed on hearing that, and snuggling up closer to me, slid her hand upwards on my thigh till her fingers came to rest on my crotch. I was wearing a pair of comfortable khakis along with a polo-neck t-shirt, and thanks to some extent to the trusty Red Bull, my cock had stiffened considerably inside my pants.
When I reached Mayuri ben's house and rang the bell, the door was opened by Seema didi. "Oh hello Jignesh bhai..." she exclaimed brightly, a warm smile on her face. "Hi didi..." I said cheerfully, my eyes taking in her decked up beauty. For a change, she was wearing a traditional Gujarati saree today, worn with the pallu on her right shoulder. It was not a style that was usually preferred by unmarried women, but for some reasons it made the buxom Seema didi look incredibly sexy.
A bell shaped golden earring dangled from her ears, and she wore a rather elaborate golden necklace around her thick neck. Two pairs of golden bangles adorned both her fleshy hands. Her plump wheat-complexioned face had just the hint of make-up on it, and she'd applied a very subtle shade of dark lipstick on her thick luscious lips. "Didi ... you look beautiful ... I've never seen you in a saree before ... you look wonderful in it..." I said sincerely, a smile on my face. She blushed, and said "Oh thank you, Jignesh bhai ... I was..." she managed to mumble, her face flushing with pleasure at my compliment.
Hearing my voice, Mayuri ben came out from the kitchen. "Kem chho beta..." she greeted me warmly with a smile, coming close to me and embracing me " ... nice of you to come..." "Hello aunty..." I replied awkwardly, uncomfortable at her embracing me like this in front of her daughter. I glanced awkwardly at Seema didi as Mayuri ben wrapped her hands around my back and hugged me, that heavy mature body of hers with those mammoth breasts of hers pressing against my torso. To my relief, Seema didi looked at me with fondness and just smiled.
Letting go off me, Mayuri ben turned to Seema and said "See ... I had told you that Jignesh will like it if you wear a saree..." as if proving a point. Seema just smiled uncomfortably and blushed again. Turning to me, she said "Arre beta ... she was so uncomfortable to wear a saree ... saying that you will not like it ... but I told her that I know my Jignesh beta ... and I know what he likes ... so it was very reluctantly that she agreed..." Pleased at the effort that was being put in to make me happy, I looked at Seema didi and said with a smile "Of course ... she looks beautiful in a saree..." Both mother and daughter beamed upon hearing this.
Seema didi's saree seemed to be one that she reserved for special occasions like weddings or family functions, and maroon colored chiffon one with plenty of tinsel work on it that shimmered in the artificial light. On the other hand, Mayuri ben wore one of her trademark white sarees, which I'd seen often wear to her college where she taught primary grade kids, and was devoid of any fancy adornments, and was accompanied by a matching white blouse. I could see the thick outlines of her bra under her white blouse at the shoulder. "You came just in time, beta..." she said, bustling into the kitchen.
As Seema didi followed her, I too trailed them. She'd made aam ras and poori, one my favorites and my mouth watered at the smell of the pooris being fried. For the ones who're not familiar with Gujarat cuisine, aam ras is freshly crushed mango pulp, which is a great accompaniment with hot freshly fried pooris, wheat pancakes deep friend in oil. Both mother and her 23-year old daughter fawned over me, ensuring that while Mayuri ben fried the pooris, Seema kept a steady supply of them coming to my plate. Even as I was eating to my heart's content, relishing the food, I couldn't help but admire the way Seema didi looked bustling from the kitchen to the living room in her elaborately adorned saree.
She heavy breasts, concealed under the saree, brushed against my head a couple of times when she came to serve me the pooris. When I glanced at her, she smiled shyly, aware that her little gesture had not gone unnoticed. I felt like some royalty who was being served by these two women, one a mature 48-year old mother of two, and the other, her own 23-year old buxom daughter. The Red Bull seemed to have revived me, and my tired cock, since I felt my cock stiffen even while I was eating, as I contemplated the night ahead of me.
Once, when she was serving me hot poori, I said to her with a smile "Didi ... you smell great..." having noted that she was wearing some really good perfume. She beamed upon hearing that, and lowering her head to almost whisper in my ear, said "Thank you Jignesh bhai ... that's because I have used the perfume you gifted me..." a fond expression on her face. This was the second time she was telling me exactly the same thing, and I mentally patted myself for having thought of that.
Once I'd eaten my fill, I excused myself and washed my hands in the small washbasin in their kitchen. Only after I'd finished did they sit down to eat. To their immense surprise and pleasure, I insisted on serving them as they ate; a gesture that won me a few more brownie points with this mother-daughter pair. Once they'd finished, and were clearing the plates, I settled down to watch the daily news on their old barely functional TV. I made a mental note to buy a new TV for this household, as a thank you gesture for what they'd been doing for me.
After finishing washing the vessels, Mayuri ben and Seema didi returned to the living room. Sitting down on the couch next to me, Mayuri ben placed her thick pudgy hand on my thigh and asked "So beta ... did you like the food aunty made for you today..." her thick blunt featurd face creasing into a smile. "Oh it was yummy, aunty ... I loved it..." I said earnestly, even as I watched her remove her spectacles and clean them on the pallu of her white saree.
Seema was standing there at the door, and when Mayuri ben looked towards her, she asked in a small voice "Um ... shall I go inside, mummy..." "Yes, beti ... you go inside ... and make the bed ready for Jignesh beta..." she said matter of factly. I noticed that some unsaid message had been passed on to Seema didi by her mother, and she just nodded her head in understanding. Giving me a tentative smile, Seema didi vanished into their bedroom. For a while I'd forgotten the primary reason for my being here. Seeing Seema didi go into the bedroom, it came back to me suddenly as to why I was here.
As awkwardness with the whole setup crept into me, I felt Mayuri ben shift and slide closer to me on their sofa. Gazing at me through those gold-rimmed spectacles I'd gifted her, she asked softly "Beta ... tum Seema se khush to ho na..." "Uh ... yes aunty ... why're you asking a question like that..." I replied, my face reflecting my puzzlement. Continuing to gaze at me, as her hands gently caressed my thighs, she replied "Nothing ... I just felt like you were a little tense..." looking at me closely. "Oh nothing like that aunty..." I replied, avoiding her piercing gaze.
Leaning towards me, pressing her humongous mammaries to my arms, she reached out to touch my chin and asked in a low voice "Tell me, beta ... what is bothering you ... I can see it in your eyes..." her eyes still boring into mine. Dropping my gaze, I let out a sigh and said "Oh aunty ... I don't know ... I am still not comfortable with ... umm ... with doing these things ... this way ... with Seema didi..." Looking at her, I continued "Are you sure aunty ... that ... that she is fine with it ... I mean I hope she's not doing something that she doesn't want to do..." the expression on my face relaying the hesitation I felt.
Mayuri ben shook her head and smiled. Then placing her left arm around my back and leaning towards me so that her massive heavy 42-D breasts were once again pressed to my shoulders, she said in a gentle voice "Oh beta ... why do you still have doubts ... do you think I don't know my own daughter..." continuing to look into my eyes. Seeing that I still did not seem to be convinced, she continued "Do you know what she told me after you went to her at the massage parlor... ?" a loving expression on her face. "What did she say?" I asked, looking at her. "She said ... that after the way you treated her that day ... she has in her heart given her body and soul to you..." that same fond expression on her face.
"You are not a customer for her, Jignesh beta ... you are so much more for her ... you are the first man who has treated her with respect ... in spite of knowing what work she does..." she continued, a serious expression on her face. As I looked at Mayuri ben, I couldn't decide whether I should hate her for what she was getting her daughter to do, or love her for the same. Shaking my head, I sighed "Oh aunty ... that's just because she's such a wonderful human being ... what have I done..." dropping my gaze to my lap. "Aisa tum sochte ho, beta ... wo nahi..." she said gently, once again caressing my thigh.
Sensing my discomfort, she said "But if you don't want her, beta ... then I won't force you..." her voice conveying her disappointment. "Oh aunty ... you know that's not true ... you know how I feel..." I said, placing my hand over hers and squeezing her fingers. She beamed on hearing that, and snuggling up closer to me, slid her hand upwards on my thigh till her fingers came to rest on my crotch. I was wearing a pair of comfortable khakis along with a polo-neck t-shirt, and thanks to some extent to the trusty Red Bull, my cock had stiffened considerably inside my pants.
Feeling the lump in my pants with her thick fingers, she smiled at me seductively, a merry twinkle in her bespectacled eyes. Caressing my hardness through the thick fabric of my khakis, she said huskily "I can feel it beta ... how you feel..." her fingers gently squeezing my hardness. "Oh aunty..." I whispered, turned on immensely by her gesture. "I can't help it whenever I am near you, aunty..." I said softly, a helpless expression on my face. "I know, beta ... I know..." she said in a low voice, continuing to caress my hardness through my pants
"I know that you are more attracted to me ... than Seema..." Continuing to gaze at me with that loving expression, she continued "I take that as a huge compliment, beta ... this..." once again squeezing my hardening member through my khakis " ... and that's why I've invited you to spend the night with both of us ... I know that you need me also ... and that ... having me also there with you ... will help you ... umm ... perform better..." she added, slightly embarrassed at what she herself was saying. My cock gave an involuntary lurch inside my khakis on hearing how this 48-year old mature woman was inviting me to fuck her and her daughter together!
I had no idea this was what her plan was, since I was under the impression that it was just going to be me spending the night with Seema alone. My heartbeat went up noticeably when I realized that tonight was actually going to be a threesome with Mayuri ben and her 23-year old daughter Seema! "Ohh aunty..." I groaned " ... yes, it will mean a great deal to me also ... if you're there ... I will need your guidance, aunty ... to..." my voice hoarse, even as I placed my hand over hers in my lap and pressed it to my hardness.
"Yes, beta ... I know..." she said reassuringly " ... and I promise you tonight will be the best night you've ever had in your life..." her voice too husky with the arousal she too possibly felt at the thought of having a young stud like me in her bed along with her young daughter. "Come, beta..." she said huskily, getting up from the sofa and pulling me by the hand " ... Seema will be waiting for you..." I got up and followed her meekly, pulled along by her hand.
As I followed Mayuri ben, and entered their master bedroom, I saw Seema didi sitting on the bed, with her knees bent and pulled up towards her bosom. Upon seeing us, she got up from the bed and came towards me, her anklets making a soft jingling sound. The bedroom was dimly lit, with only an old night lamp on in once corner. The curtains were drawn, though the ventilators on top of the windows were left open to let the cool outside air come in. On the whole, it was a very romantic ambiance in the room, with the fan rotating at a moderate speed, causing the curtains to billow intermittently.
As Seema didi came towards me, she went down on her knees and touched my feet. "What are you doing, didi..." I exclaimed, bending forward instantly to hold her by her shoulders and pull her up. "Aashirwaad do usse, beta..." Mayuri ben said softly from my side " ... ki usko zindagi mein aage chalkar sukh mile ... aur ek acchha pati bhi..." Raising her head to look at me as Mayuri ben said these words, Seema didi gazed at me with her big round moist eyes.
This display of devotion and love was too much for me to take, and with a groan I pulled Seema didi to her feet. On an impulse, I pulled her towards me and hugged her tightly; unmindful of the fact that Mayuri ben was also in the room. As her head rested against my shoulder, and I felt her firm heavy breasts under the saree press against my chest, I kissed her gently on her head and said softly "Main kaun hota hoon aapko aashirwaad dene wall, didi ... main to ... main to bas yeh dua karoonga ... ki bhagwaan aapko har wo khushi de ... jo aapko milni chaahiye..." my voice hoarse with emotion.
Seema didi just shivered, and wrapped her hands around my back, holding on to me tightly. As I glanced at Mayuri ben, I saw her quickly wipe a tear that had rolled down her cheek. After all, perhaps this woman was not the heartless slut that I'd thought she was, I thought to myself. With a gently smile, she too approached us, and wrapped her thick fleshy arms around both of us. We stood like that for a moment; all three of us lost in our own private thoughts. After a while, I pulled away from both of them awkwardly.
Taking my hand, Mayuri ben led me to the bed, and said softly "Aao beta..." her eyes conveying that she wanted me to get on to the bed. The bed was a full-sized double bed, and they had put a fresh white sheet on the bed. As if in preparation for the night, three old but comfortable pillows were propped up at the head of the bed, encased with matching white pillow covers. As I settled down on the bed, my back resting against the pillow at the head of the bed, Mayuri ben began to take off her plain white saree. As I watched her, my mouth dry with anticipation, she looked at Seema didi and said to her gently "Tu pan saadi kaadhi naakh, beta..." in her native tongue, indicating that she wanted her daughter also to take off her saree. "Haa, mummy..." Seema didi replied in a soft whisper, glancing once at me, before pulling her eyes away.
To Be Continued..
This was beyond my wildest imagination, and I just watched at the scene unfolding in front of my eyes with lust coursing through my veins. She was going from milestone to milestone now, and followed this by taking hold of my cock gently and rubbing it against her dripping breasts. Her milk had oozed out copiously from her lactating 34-D breasts, and as a result were slick to the touch. As she held my cock and slapped it lightly against her breasts, I could only imagine what a lucky bastard her worthless husband was. I was sure he'd have taught her to do all this.
Leaning forward further, she took hold of both her swollen breasts, and trapped my blood gorged cock in between them. The valley of her breasts, as well as my rampant cock, were well lubricated with a mix of my pre-cum and her breast milk, and as a result when she started to move her pendulous breasts up and down along the length of my shaft, they moved easily, lubricated as they were with both our body secretions. Her lips were parted now, and as she turned her head sideways to look at me, I let out a sigh of pleasure and helplessness.
Even as she was pumping my cock in between her breasts, she was continually squeezing both her breasts too, intermittently sending her milk squirting on to my cock and pelvis. This had to be my most erotic experience so far; the sight of this 27-year old young mother, her blouse open and hanging loose, and her bra pulled up above her milk-filled swollen breasts, servicing my cock my stroking them with her mammary glands! Letting go off my cock from in between her breasts, she took hold of it once again and began to rub it all over her face. Her eyes were closed, and there was an immensely sexy expression on her face as she rubbed my wet slimy cock on her face, and her breasts.
I was dying to feel her mouth on my cock, and grabbing her hand, groaned "Bhabhiiii..." Once again, it was as if she read my mind, and reaching out to take both my outstretched hands in hers, took my cock into her mouth! The manner, in which she did this, without the use of her hands, turned me on immensely, and I responded my lifting my hips off the bed, and pushing my cock deeper into her small red lipped mouth. She was herself aroused fully now, and was beginning to moan. She twisted her head from side to side, taking my cock into her mouth at all possible angles, all the while refraining from using her hands.
Her tongue was lashing my shaft, and she was adding to my excitement by suckling on the swollen tip also. The absolutely amazing manner in which she was sucking on my cock made it very evident that this was something she'd have to do for her husband very often. She was bobbing her head vigorously now, my cock touching the back of her slender throat each time she thrust her head down, while her hands were continuously manipulating my swollen balls. Unlike some of the other women, who'd let their saliva drool out while sucking cock, she was swallowing intermittently, making sure her saliva and my secretions never oozed out of her sucking mouth. It was simply incredible!
Lifting my torso off the couch and grabbing hold of the bun of her head, I groaned "Bhabhi ... bas ... mera..." indicating that if she continued this for any longer, I'd shoot my load into her mouth. Her chest heaving with the effort, she pulled her mouth off my cock, and said in a barely audible "Jignesh bhai ... aapne mera doodh piya hai ... to ... to main kya ... aapka nahi pee sakti..." This was by far the most erotic words I'd heard a woman utter, and my cock almost threatened to explode there and then. Stunned, I just watched this incredibly lovely fair 27-year old young mother. Kissing the swollen throbbing tip of my blood gorged cock almost reverently, she said again "Boliye na, Jignesh bhai ... nahi peene denge aap..."
Dazed, I managed to gasp "Bhabhi ... aap yeh kya keh rahi hain ... main ... kaise..." Continuing to kiss my cock with her lips, she said in a low voice "Warna mera aur aapka rishta adhoora hi rahega, Jignesh bhai ... aap aapki Alka bhabhi ko pyaar nahi karte..." her eyes moist with emotion again. "Haan bhabhi ... please..." I mumbled. "Aapke liye ye karna ... mera saubhagya hoga, Jignesh bhai..." she said in a low earnest tone. I couldn't believe my ears. This lovely innocent woman was telling my in the chastest of languages that she wanted to drink my cum!
I reached out to touch her face with my fingers, and dazed at the utter in credulousness of what she was saying, gasped "Haan ... bhabhi ... haan..." Something like a smile of relief flickered on her face, before she closed her eyes and took my cock into her mouth again, as if she was worshiping it. This was any man's dream come true; to have a woman like her not only suck on your cock, but also be willing to swallow your semen! Just the thought of what was happening, coupled with the intense feeling of her mouth sucking on my cock, send my cum blasting out of the swollen tip of my mouth. As my ejaculation hit against the back of her throat, she let out a deep throat moan of "Ummmhhhhh..."
Grabbing my thighs, she began to swallow, as wad after wad of my thick boiling jism splattered the insides of her slender mouth. Her throat constricted, and she gagged once or twice involuntarily, but to her credit, she kept her mouth tightly clamped around my erupting cock, and swallowed every single drop of semen that I'd send spurting into her willing mouth. As my ejaculation subsided, she slowly took my quivering wet cock out of her mouth, and held in in her hand. I was lying outstretched on the couch, my head thrown back, but my hips jerked involuntarily once or twice, causing the last of my semen to dribble out from the slit of my crimson swollen cock head. Without any hesitation, she stuck out her tongue, and proceeded to lick that up too.
I was both emotionally and physically drained and collapsed on the couch in a dead heap. I managed to look at her face since I was curious to see her reaction to my having come in her mouth. Her tightly combed hair was in disarray, many strands having come loose of the bun, and her sindhoor too was smeared. Her lips and chin were wet and slimy with my cum and her saliva, and it was an incredibly erotic experience to see her in this condition. Never had I expected this chaste 27-year old young housewife to give me two firsts of my life; one, giving me a taste of breast milk, and second, swallowing my boiling hot semen!
There was no hint of any displeasure or disgust on her face, and when she saw me looking at her, she smiled shyly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She was still holding on to my cock gingerly, which was rapidly losing its hardness. "Oh Alka bhabhi..." I said, still breathing heavily from my intense orgasm, extending my arms to her. With a smile, she got up from where she'd been kneeling next to my crotch, and came to sit near my head. As I lifted my torso off the couch to allow her to sit at the head, my eyes were riveted to the way her ripe papaya shaped milk-filled breasts swung freely.
It was only when I tried to wipe the sweat off my forehead that I realized that my face was sticky. It suddenly came to me that all the breast milk that had sprayed on to my face and chest when I was fondling and sucking on her tits, had caked dry and had made my face and chest sticky to touch. It felt dirty yet arousing at the same time. As she settled down to sit on the couch once again and pulled up her legs to sit cross legged, I rested my head in her lap. She cradled my head in her arms lovingly and held me against her swollen bosoms. Not having the energy to do anything more, I simply enjoyed the feel of her warm swollen breasts, slimy with her milk and my pre-cum.
The strong musky odor of her breastmilk mixed with my pre-cum assailed my nostrils. For some inexplicable reason, I found that odor erotic too. She'd not spoken a word, and was just watching me with genuine affection in her eyes. I lay like that in her lap for a long time, allowing my body to cool down and my breathing to come back to normal. Clearing my throat, I said "Bhabhi ... main nahi jaanta ki aapko main ... thank you kaise kahun ... mai to bas..." "Shhh ... Jignesh bhai..." she said interrupting me " ... aap kucch kehne ki zaroorat nahi hai..." touching her slender fingers to my lips.
Reaching up, I caressed the swell of her breasts from below, and kissed them softly, whispering "Thank you, bhabhi ... thank you..." In response, she just bent down towards my face and kissed me softly on the lips, allowing her tongue to run along my lips. When she pulled her lips away, I asked "Bhabhi ... ab aap mujhe phir kab milengi ... aap mujhse dubaara milne aayengi na..." the apprehension evident in my voice. "Arre, Jignesh bhai ... aap kyun aisi baate kar rahe ho ... maine to apna tan aur man aapko saunp diya hai ... yeh to mere aur aapke rishte ki shuruaat hai ... aap jab bhi mujhe yaad karoge ... main aapke liye haazir hoon..." she said seriously, every word uttered in dead earnest.
Had these things been said by any other woman, I'd have taken it with a pinch of salt. But she, like my dear Kalpana aunty, seemed like a genuinely warm person. She seemed to want to say something, but was hesitating for some reason. I waited patiently for her to get her thoughts together. Finally, she said, albeit tentatively "Jignesh bhai ... agar aapko itraaz na ho to ... main ab jaaoon..." her eyes pleading. "Haan bhabhi ... ab aap jaaiye ... kucch waqt ke liye main sab kucch bhool gaya thha..." I replied, squeezing her hands gently.
She was still stalling, as if unsure of how to say what she wanted to. Gathering some courage, she began "Aaj to mere aur aapka milan adhoora reh gaya ... lekin ... agli baar jab hum milenge ... to aap ise poora karenge na..." For a moment, I couldn't comprehend the meaning of what she was saying, spoken as it was in very chaste language. "Aap mujhe iska mauka denge na, Jignesh bhai..." she urged, when she did not get any response from me. Finally it dawned upon me that she was referring to the fact that we'd not had an actual sexual intercourse yet.
It was then that it occurred to me that in spite of all that we'd done, I had not even seen her naked below her waist yet, let alone touch her anywhere else. So mesmerized had I been by the fact that I was actually feeding on her lactating breasts that I'd not even thought of fucking her. Reaching out to caress her swollen milky breasts that were pressed against my head, I looked into her eyes and said "Mauka to mujhe aapse maangna chaahiye, bhabhi..." my eyes conveying that I was not joking. She just managed a shy smile when she heard my words, and replied "Main din mein ghar par akeli hi rehti hoon ... aapka jab man kare ... aap..." she said, letting her eyes convey the rest.
Content with my accomplishments for the day, I let out a contented sigh. Getting up from her lap, I was suddenly conscious of my nudity. As I was pulling on my boxers, she too suddenly became the state of undress she was in, her saree in disarray, her blouse open, and the bra pulled up above her full lush mammary glands. We exchanged shy glances as both of us began to put our clothes in order. The wonderful woman that she was, she offered to make tea for me before she left, an offer which I gratefully accepted. After the warm glow of my intense orgasm had worn of, there was awkwardness between us. As a result, we were both extremely formal to each other. After finishing the tea, she took leave of me.
As I opened the door for her, she slipped into her worn sandals. At the door, she paused, and turned around to look at me again. With a heartfelt sigh and a shake of her head, she took hold of my hand and came inside again. Closing the door herself, she turned around and flung herself into my arms, burying her face into my chest, her lush ripe breasts quashed against my torso. I just held her in my arms tightly, and not a word was exchanged between us, the embrace conveying our mutual feelings. With some reluctance, she pulled away from the lingering embrace, and giving my hand a parting squeeze, left for her house. Closing the door behind her, I headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower, to wash away the traces of my kinky yet erotic sexual encounter, with the lovely Alka bhabhi.
After a hot shower, I hit the bed. I slept through the rest of the evening and woke up only around 6:30 pm. With all the exercise I had been getting these days, I didn't feel the need for a workout. So I decided to go for a jog in the evening, something I'd not done for a while. Changing into a pair of shorts and a sweat-shirt, I pulled on my running shoes and headed out for a run. After working up a good sweat running for nearly 30 minutes, I reached home, feeling tired yet fresh. It was nearing 7:30 pm, and as I opened the door, I noticed that a small piece of paper had been slid under the door when I was away. Intrigued, I picked up the piece of paper. It was a note from Mayuri ben, written in her classical college teacher hand writing. It read "Dear Jignesh beta, please call as soon as you see this. Yours, Mayuri aunty" I reckoned she'd come here when I was away on my run, and not finding me at home, had left the note.
Curious, I picked up the phone and dialed her number. After a few rings, Seema didi answered the phone. "Hello didi..." I said cheerfully, aunty had left a note asking me to call. "Oh ... yes Jignesh bhai..." she answered in a somewhat hesitant voice that I just couldn't place " ... one minute, I'll give the phone to mummy..." she said. After a few second, Mayuri ben came on the line. "Thank you for calling, beta..." she said in her heavy voice "I'd tried calling you earlier, but I think you were not at home ... so I came to your place also ... but the door was locked..." "Oh, sorry to have missed you aunty..." I said politely " ... I'd gone for a jog ... I just got back..."
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, before she continued "Accha beta ... the reason I called is..." pausing for a moment again " ... Amisha had been asking me permission to go and spend the night with one of her friends for a long time now ... so today I thought I will allow her..." she said in a somewhat uncertain voice. Wondering where this conversation was headed, I waited patiently. "So ... today ... I and Seema are alone at home ... and I was wondering if ... if you would like to come here ... and ... and spend the night with us..." she finished, her tone expectant. "Oh..." I muttered, my brain working furiously. The lusty 48-year old Mayuri ben had sent her younger daughter away, and cleared the scene for me to spend the night at her place.
Needless to say, I was enthralled at the prospects. "Umm ... aunty ... but do you think Seema didi wouldn't mind that..." I asked, deciding to play the reluctant boy role to perfection. "Oh no, beta ... why would Seema mind ... she would love to have you here ... don't you know by now that she loves you as much as I do ... may be more..." she replied instantly. Sensing my hesitation, she added in a hushed tone "Beta ... Alka came here on the way back from your place ... and ... she told me how kind you were to her..."
Then as if unsure of what she was able to say next, she continued "And beta ... when I asked her ... she also told me ... that ... you did not ... I mean ... did not do it with her..." It took me a fraction of a second to register what she was trying to convey. I could imagine how the brazen Mayuri ben would've quizzed poor Alka bhabhi, and coaxed the gory details from her. "Beta ... are you there..." she asked, my silence unsettling her. "Uh ... yes, aunty..." I said. "So beta ... I thought ... umm ... I thought that perhaps you will feel better if you come here ... and spend the night with me and Seema..." she added, in a tone that was seductive as well as compassionate.
I couldn't help but marvel at the way this lusty 48-year old woman's brain worked. She was talking about my sexual needs the way other mature women would talk about my basic needs like food & shelter. It was as if she'd taken it upon herself to feed my sexual hunger. "You'll come na, beta..." she asked in a seductive tone, trying her level best to convince me. "Umm ... ok aunty ... if you say so..." "Oh, wonderful..." she exclaimed gleefully, cutting me off. "Then you have dinner with us, ok beta ... we're both waiting for you..." she said in a pleased voice.
Mumbling my assent, I hung up the phone. Kalpana aunty was supposed to bring me my dinner as always, and I was wondering what excuse I'd cook up today for declining her tiffin. I called her up all the same, and explained to her that I'd been invited by one of my friends for dinner at his house, and therefore she need not bring the tiffin. The disappointment in her voice was evident as she said "Oh ... ok beta ... I was thinking of calling you here for dinner ... in fact Jatin bhai was telling me to call you ... and Jigna was also looking forward to seeing you..." I sighed under my breath, torn between the choices I had before me for the night. I too was looking forward to seeing the hot Jigna after she'd returned from her picnic.
Taking a decision quickly, I said "Oh aunty ... that's so nice of you ... but my friend had been calling me home for so many days now ... there was just no way I could refuse today..." trying my best to sound sincere. "But I promise I'll come there tomorrow, aunty..." I added for good measure. "Oh that will be wonderful, beta..." she replied, seeming sufficiently mollified. "Do say hi to Jigna, aunty..." I said before I hung up the phone. Having taken care of that little issue, I quickly showered to wash off the sweat I had worked up.
My cock had taken a real pounding today, and I was a little apprehensive of how well it'd be able to perform tonight. On a sudden inspiration, I grabbed a can of Red Bull from the fridge and downed it quickly. Red Bulls were something of a rarity those days, and I was lucky to have a little stock of it in my fridge thanks to one of my friend's dad who'd just returned from an overseas trip. Praying that the ginseng-based drink would live up its claim of improving one's stamina, I headed for Mayuri ben's house.
When I reached Mayuri ben's house and rang the bell, the door was opened by Seema didi. "Oh hello Jignesh bhai..." she exclaimed brightly, a warm smile on her face. "Hi didi..." I said cheerfully, my eyes taking in her decked up beauty. For a change, she was wearing a traditional Gujarati saree today, worn with the pallu on her right shoulder. It was not a style that was usually preferred by unmarried women, but for some reasons it made the buxom Seema didi look incredibly sexy.
A bell shaped golden earring dangled from her ears, and she wore a rather elaborate golden necklace around her thick neck. Two pairs of golden bangles adorned both her fleshy hands. Her plump wheat-complexioned face had just the hint of make-up on it, and she'd applied a very subtle shade of dark lipstick on her thick luscious lips. "Didi ... you look beautiful ... I've never seen you in a saree before ... you look wonderful in it..." I said sincerely, a smile on my face. She blushed, and said "Oh thank you, Jignesh bhai ... I was..." she managed to mumble, her face flushing with pleasure at my compliment.
Hearing my voice, Mayuri ben came out from the kitchen. "Kem chho beta..." she greeted me warmly with a smile, coming close to me and embracing me " ... nice of you to come..." "Hello aunty..." I replied awkwardly, uncomfortable at her embracing me like this in front of her daughter. I glanced awkwardly at Seema didi as Mayuri ben wrapped her hands around my back and hugged me, that heavy mature body of hers with those mammoth breasts of hers pressing against my torso. To my relief, Seema didi looked at me with fondness and just smiled.
Letting go off me, Mayuri ben turned to Seema and said "See ... I had told you that Jignesh will like it if you wear a saree..." as if proving a point. Seema just smiled uncomfortably and blushed again. Turning to me, she said "Arre beta ... she was so uncomfortable to wear a saree ... saying that you will not like it ... but I told her that I know my Jignesh beta ... and I know what he likes ... so it was very reluctantly that she agreed..." Pleased at the effort that was being put in to make me happy, I looked at Seema didi and said with a smile "Of course ... she looks beautiful in a saree..." Both mother and daughter beamed upon hearing this.
Seema didi's saree seemed to be one that she reserved for special occasions like weddings or family functions, and maroon colored chiffon one with plenty of tinsel work on it that shimmered in the artificial light. On the other hand, Mayuri ben wore one of her trademark white sarees, which I'd seen often wear to her college where she taught primary grade kids, and was devoid of any fancy adornments, and was accompanied by a matching white blouse. I could see the thick outlines of her bra under her white blouse at the shoulder. "You came just in time, beta..." she said, bustling into the kitchen.
As Seema didi followed her, I too trailed them. She'd made aam ras and poori, one my favorites and my mouth watered at the smell of the pooris being fried. For the ones who're not familiar with Gujarat cuisine, aam ras is freshly crushed mango pulp, which is a great accompaniment with hot freshly fried pooris, wheat pancakes deep friend in oil. Both mother and her 23-year old daughter fawned over me, ensuring that while Mayuri ben fried the pooris, Seema kept a steady supply of them coming to my plate. Even as I was eating to my heart's content, relishing the food, I couldn't help but admire the way Seema didi looked bustling from the kitchen to the living room in her elaborately adorned saree.
She heavy breasts, concealed under the saree, brushed against my head a couple of times when she came to serve me the pooris. When I glanced at her, she smiled shyly, aware that her little gesture had not gone unnoticed. I felt like some royalty who was being served by these two women, one a mature 48-year old mother of two, and the other, her own 23-year old buxom daughter. The Red Bull seemed to have revived me, and my tired cock, since I felt my cock stiffen even while I was eating, as I contemplated the night ahead of me.
Once, when she was serving me hot poori, I said to her with a smile "Didi ... you smell great..." having noted that she was wearing some really good perfume. She beamed upon hearing that, and lowering her head to almost whisper in my ear, said "Thank you Jignesh bhai ... that's because I have used the perfume you gifted me..." a fond expression on her face. This was the second time she was telling me exactly the same thing, and I mentally patted myself for having thought of that.
Once I'd eaten my fill, I excused myself and washed my hands in the small washbasin in their kitchen. Only after I'd finished did they sit down to eat. To their immense surprise and pleasure, I insisted on serving them as they ate; a gesture that won me a few more brownie points with this mother-daughter pair. Once they'd finished, and were clearing the plates, I settled down to watch the daily news on their old barely functional TV. I made a mental note to buy a new TV for this household, as a thank you gesture for what they'd been doing for me.
After finishing washing the vessels, Mayuri ben and Seema didi returned to the living room. Sitting down on the couch next to me, Mayuri ben placed her thick pudgy hand on my thigh and asked "So beta ... did you like the food aunty made for you today..." her thick blunt featurd face creasing into a smile. "Oh it was yummy, aunty ... I loved it..." I said earnestly, even as I watched her remove her spectacles and clean them on the pallu of her white saree.
Seema was standing there at the door, and when Mayuri ben looked towards her, she asked in a small voice "Um ... shall I go inside, mummy..." "Yes, beti ... you go inside ... and make the bed ready for Jignesh beta..." she said matter of factly. I noticed that some unsaid message had been passed on to Seema didi by her mother, and she just nodded her head in understanding. Giving me a tentative smile, Seema didi vanished into their bedroom. For a while I'd forgotten the primary reason for my being here. Seeing Seema didi go into the bedroom, it came back to me suddenly as to why I was here.
As awkwardness with the whole setup crept into me, I felt Mayuri ben shift and slide closer to me on their sofa. Gazing at me through those gold-rimmed spectacles I'd gifted her, she asked softly "Beta ... tum Seema se khush to ho na..." "Uh ... yes aunty ... why're you asking a question like that..." I replied, my face reflecting my puzzlement. Continuing to gaze at me, as her hands gently caressed my thighs, she replied "Nothing ... I just felt like you were a little tense..." looking at me closely. "Oh nothing like that aunty..." I replied, avoiding her piercing gaze.
Leaning towards me, pressing her humongous mammaries to my arms, she reached out to touch my chin and asked in a low voice "Tell me, beta ... what is bothering you ... I can see it in your eyes..." her eyes still boring into mine. Dropping my gaze, I let out a sigh and said "Oh aunty ... I don't know ... I am still not comfortable with ... umm ... with doing these things ... this way ... with Seema didi..." Looking at her, I continued "Are you sure aunty ... that ... that she is fine with it ... I mean I hope she's not doing something that she doesn't want to do..." the expression on my face relaying the hesitation I felt.
Mayuri ben shook her head and smiled. Then placing her left arm around my back and leaning towards me so that her massive heavy 42-D breasts were once again pressed to my shoulders, she said in a gentle voice "Oh beta ... why do you still have doubts ... do you think I don't know my own daughter..." continuing to look into my eyes. Seeing that I still did not seem to be convinced, she continued "Do you know what she told me after you went to her at the massage parlor... ?" a loving expression on her face. "What did she say?" I asked, looking at her. "She said ... that after the way you treated her that day ... she has in her heart given her body and soul to you..." that same fond expression on her face.
"You are not a customer for her, Jignesh beta ... you are so much more for her ... you are the first man who has treated her with respect ... in spite of knowing what work she does..." she continued, a serious expression on her face. As I looked at Mayuri ben, I couldn't decide whether I should hate her for what she was getting her daughter to do, or love her for the same. Shaking my head, I sighed "Oh aunty ... that's just because she's such a wonderful human being ... what have I done..." dropping my gaze to my lap. "Aisa tum sochte ho, beta ... wo nahi..." she said gently, once again caressing my thigh.
Sensing my discomfort, she said "But if you don't want her, beta ... then I won't force you..." her voice conveying her disappointment. "Oh aunty ... you know that's not true ... you know how I feel..." I said, placing my hand over hers and squeezing her fingers. She beamed on hearing that, and snuggling up closer to me, slid her hand upwards on my thigh till her fingers came to rest on my crotch. I was wearing a pair of comfortable khakis along with a polo-neck t-shirt, and thanks to some extent to the trusty Red Bull, my cock had stiffened considerably inside my pants.
When I reached Mayuri ben's house and rang the bell, the door was opened by Seema didi. "Oh hello Jignesh bhai..." she exclaimed brightly, a warm smile on her face. "Hi didi..." I said cheerfully, my eyes taking in her decked up beauty. For a change, she was wearing a traditional Gujarati saree today, worn with the pallu on her right shoulder. It was not a style that was usually preferred by unmarried women, but for some reasons it made the buxom Seema didi look incredibly sexy.
A bell shaped golden earring dangled from her ears, and she wore a rather elaborate golden necklace around her thick neck. Two pairs of golden bangles adorned both her fleshy hands. Her plump wheat-complexioned face had just the hint of make-up on it, and she'd applied a very subtle shade of dark lipstick on her thick luscious lips. "Didi ... you look beautiful ... I've never seen you in a saree before ... you look wonderful in it..." I said sincerely, a smile on my face. She blushed, and said "Oh thank you, Jignesh bhai ... I was..." she managed to mumble, her face flushing with pleasure at my compliment.
Hearing my voice, Mayuri ben came out from the kitchen. "Kem chho beta..." she greeted me warmly with a smile, coming close to me and embracing me " ... nice of you to come..." "Hello aunty..." I replied awkwardly, uncomfortable at her embracing me like this in front of her daughter. I glanced awkwardly at Seema didi as Mayuri ben wrapped her hands around my back and hugged me, that heavy mature body of hers with those mammoth breasts of hers pressing against my torso. To my relief, Seema didi looked at me with fondness and just smiled.
Letting go off me, Mayuri ben turned to Seema and said "See ... I had told you that Jignesh will like it if you wear a saree..." as if proving a point. Seema just smiled uncomfortably and blushed again. Turning to me, she said "Arre beta ... she was so uncomfortable to wear a saree ... saying that you will not like it ... but I told her that I know my Jignesh beta ... and I know what he likes ... so it was very reluctantly that she agreed..." Pleased at the effort that was being put in to make me happy, I looked at Seema didi and said with a smile "Of course ... she looks beautiful in a saree..." Both mother and daughter beamed upon hearing this.
Seema didi's saree seemed to be one that she reserved for special occasions like weddings or family functions, and maroon colored chiffon one with plenty of tinsel work on it that shimmered in the artificial light. On the other hand, Mayuri ben wore one of her trademark white sarees, which I'd seen often wear to her college where she taught primary grade kids, and was devoid of any fancy adornments, and was accompanied by a matching white blouse. I could see the thick outlines of her bra under her white blouse at the shoulder. "You came just in time, beta..." she said, bustling into the kitchen.
As Seema didi followed her, I too trailed them. She'd made aam ras and poori, one my favorites and my mouth watered at the smell of the pooris being fried. For the ones who're not familiar with Gujarat cuisine, aam ras is freshly crushed mango pulp, which is a great accompaniment with hot freshly fried pooris, wheat pancakes deep friend in oil. Both mother and her 23-year old daughter fawned over me, ensuring that while Mayuri ben fried the pooris, Seema kept a steady supply of them coming to my plate. Even as I was eating to my heart's content, relishing the food, I couldn't help but admire the way Seema didi looked bustling from the kitchen to the living room in her elaborately adorned saree.
She heavy breasts, concealed under the saree, brushed against my head a couple of times when she came to serve me the pooris. When I glanced at her, she smiled shyly, aware that her little gesture had not gone unnoticed. I felt like some royalty who was being served by these two women, one a mature 48-year old mother of two, and the other, her own 23-year old buxom daughter. The Red Bull seemed to have revived me, and my tired cock, since I felt my cock stiffen even while I was eating, as I contemplated the night ahead of me.
Once, when she was serving me hot poori, I said to her with a smile "Didi ... you smell great..." having noted that she was wearing some really good perfume. She beamed upon hearing that, and lowering her head to almost whisper in my ear, said "Thank you Jignesh bhai ... that's because I have used the perfume you gifted me..." a fond expression on her face. This was the second time she was telling me exactly the same thing, and I mentally patted myself for having thought of that.
Once I'd eaten my fill, I excused myself and washed my hands in the small washbasin in their kitchen. Only after I'd finished did they sit down to eat. To their immense surprise and pleasure, I insisted on serving them as they ate; a gesture that won me a few more brownie points with this mother-daughter pair. Once they'd finished, and were clearing the plates, I settled down to watch the daily news on their old barely functional TV. I made a mental note to buy a new TV for this household, as a thank you gesture for what they'd been doing for me.
After finishing washing the vessels, Mayuri ben and Seema didi returned to the living room. Sitting down on the couch next to me, Mayuri ben placed her thick pudgy hand on my thigh and asked "So beta ... did you like the food aunty made for you today..." her thick blunt featurd face creasing into a smile. "Oh it was yummy, aunty ... I loved it..." I said earnestly, even as I watched her remove her spectacles and clean them on the pallu of her white saree.
Seema was standing there at the door, and when Mayuri ben looked towards her, she asked in a small voice "Um ... shall I go inside, mummy..." "Yes, beti ... you go inside ... and make the bed ready for Jignesh beta..." she said matter of factly. I noticed that some unsaid message had been passed on to Seema didi by her mother, and she just nodded her head in understanding. Giving me a tentative smile, Seema didi vanished into their bedroom. For a while I'd forgotten the primary reason for my being here. Seeing Seema didi go into the bedroom, it came back to me suddenly as to why I was here.
As awkwardness with the whole setup crept into me, I felt Mayuri ben shift and slide closer to me on their sofa. Gazing at me through those gold-rimmed spectacles I'd gifted her, she asked softly "Beta ... tum Seema se khush to ho na..." "Uh ... yes aunty ... why're you asking a question like that..." I replied, my face reflecting my puzzlement. Continuing to gaze at me, as her hands gently caressed my thighs, she replied "Nothing ... I just felt like you were a little tense..." looking at me closely. "Oh nothing like that aunty..." I replied, avoiding her piercing gaze.
Leaning towards me, pressing her humongous mammaries to my arms, she reached out to touch my chin and asked in a low voice "Tell me, beta ... what is bothering you ... I can see it in your eyes..." her eyes still boring into mine. Dropping my gaze, I let out a sigh and said "Oh aunty ... I don't know ... I am still not comfortable with ... umm ... with doing these things ... this way ... with Seema didi..." Looking at her, I continued "Are you sure aunty ... that ... that she is fine with it ... I mean I hope she's not doing something that she doesn't want to do..." the expression on my face relaying the hesitation I felt.
Mayuri ben shook her head and smiled. Then placing her left arm around my back and leaning towards me so that her massive heavy 42-D breasts were once again pressed to my shoulders, she said in a gentle voice "Oh beta ... why do you still have doubts ... do you think I don't know my own daughter..." continuing to look into my eyes. Seeing that I still did not seem to be convinced, she continued "Do you know what she told me after you went to her at the massage parlor... ?" a loving expression on her face. "What did she say?" I asked, looking at her. "She said ... that after the way you treated her that day ... she has in her heart given her body and soul to you..." that same fond expression on her face.
"You are not a customer for her, Jignesh beta ... you are so much more for her ... you are the first man who has treated her with respect ... in spite of knowing what work she does..." she continued, a serious expression on her face. As I looked at Mayuri ben, I couldn't decide whether I should hate her for what she was getting her daughter to do, or love her for the same. Shaking my head, I sighed "Oh aunty ... that's just because she's such a wonderful human being ... what have I done..." dropping my gaze to my lap. "Aisa tum sochte ho, beta ... wo nahi..." she said gently, once again caressing my thigh.
Sensing my discomfort, she said "But if you don't want her, beta ... then I won't force you..." her voice conveying her disappointment. "Oh aunty ... you know that's not true ... you know how I feel..." I said, placing my hand over hers and squeezing her fingers. She beamed on hearing that, and snuggling up closer to me, slid her hand upwards on my thigh till her fingers came to rest on my crotch. I was wearing a pair of comfortable khakis along with a polo-neck t-shirt, and thanks to some extent to the trusty Red Bull, my cock had stiffened considerably inside my pants.
Feeling the lump in my pants with her thick fingers, she smiled at me seductively, a merry twinkle in her bespectacled eyes. Caressing my hardness through the thick fabric of my khakis, she said huskily "I can feel it beta ... how you feel..." her fingers gently squeezing my hardness. "Oh aunty..." I whispered, turned on immensely by her gesture. "I can't help it whenever I am near you, aunty..." I said softly, a helpless expression on my face. "I know, beta ... I know..." she said in a low voice, continuing to caress my hardness through my pants
"I know that you are more attracted to me ... than Seema..." Continuing to gaze at me with that loving expression, she continued "I take that as a huge compliment, beta ... this..." once again squeezing my hardening member through my khakis " ... and that's why I've invited you to spend the night with both of us ... I know that you need me also ... and that ... having me also there with you ... will help you ... umm ... perform better..." she added, slightly embarrassed at what she herself was saying. My cock gave an involuntary lurch inside my khakis on hearing how this 48-year old mature woman was inviting me to fuck her and her daughter together!
I had no idea this was what her plan was, since I was under the impression that it was just going to be me spending the night with Seema alone. My heartbeat went up noticeably when I realized that tonight was actually going to be a threesome with Mayuri ben and her 23-year old daughter Seema! "Ohh aunty..." I groaned " ... yes, it will mean a great deal to me also ... if you're there ... I will need your guidance, aunty ... to..." my voice hoarse, even as I placed my hand over hers in my lap and pressed it to my hardness.
"Yes, beta ... I know..." she said reassuringly " ... and I promise you tonight will be the best night you've ever had in your life..." her voice too husky with the arousal she too possibly felt at the thought of having a young stud like me in her bed along with her young daughter. "Come, beta..." she said huskily, getting up from the sofa and pulling me by the hand " ... Seema will be waiting for you..." I got up and followed her meekly, pulled along by her hand.
As I followed Mayuri ben, and entered their master bedroom, I saw Seema didi sitting on the bed, with her knees bent and pulled up towards her bosom. Upon seeing us, she got up from the bed and came towards me, her anklets making a soft jingling sound. The bedroom was dimly lit, with only an old night lamp on in once corner. The curtains were drawn, though the ventilators on top of the windows were left open to let the cool outside air come in. On the whole, it was a very romantic ambiance in the room, with the fan rotating at a moderate speed, causing the curtains to billow intermittently.
As Seema didi came towards me, she went down on her knees and touched my feet. "What are you doing, didi..." I exclaimed, bending forward instantly to hold her by her shoulders and pull her up. "Aashirwaad do usse, beta..." Mayuri ben said softly from my side " ... ki usko zindagi mein aage chalkar sukh mile ... aur ek acchha pati bhi..." Raising her head to look at me as Mayuri ben said these words, Seema didi gazed at me with her big round moist eyes.
This display of devotion and love was too much for me to take, and with a groan I pulled Seema didi to her feet. On an impulse, I pulled her towards me and hugged her tightly; unmindful of the fact that Mayuri ben was also in the room. As her head rested against my shoulder, and I felt her firm heavy breasts under the saree press against my chest, I kissed her gently on her head and said softly "Main kaun hota hoon aapko aashirwaad dene wall, didi ... main to ... main to bas yeh dua karoonga ... ki bhagwaan aapko har wo khushi de ... jo aapko milni chaahiye..." my voice hoarse with emotion.
Seema didi just shivered, and wrapped her hands around my back, holding on to me tightly. As I glanced at Mayuri ben, I saw her quickly wipe a tear that had rolled down her cheek. After all, perhaps this woman was not the heartless slut that I'd thought she was, I thought to myself. With a gently smile, she too approached us, and wrapped her thick fleshy arms around both of us. We stood like that for a moment; all three of us lost in our own private thoughts. After a while, I pulled away from both of them awkwardly.
Taking my hand, Mayuri ben led me to the bed, and said softly "Aao beta..." her eyes conveying that she wanted me to get on to the bed. The bed was a full-sized double bed, and they had put a fresh white sheet on the bed. As if in preparation for the night, three old but comfortable pillows were propped up at the head of the bed, encased with matching white pillow covers. As I settled down on the bed, my back resting against the pillow at the head of the bed, Mayuri ben began to take off her plain white saree. As I watched her, my mouth dry with anticipation, she looked at Seema didi and said to her gently "Tu pan saadi kaadhi naakh, beta..." in her native tongue, indicating that she wanted her daughter also to take off her saree. "Haa, mummy..." Seema didi replied in a soft whisper, glancing once at me, before pulling her eyes away.
To Be Continued..
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