19-07-2021, 03:04 PM
He went on asking when I would come and about arrangements of marriage and finished as mobile phone calls are expensive.
Then I relaxed on my posh sofa and had sip of French wine.
My thoughts began wandering to the past Memories about my elder cousin Cheenu, my Jiju Ravi, time we spend together as I and Cheenu stayed in our Nainital for our studies, running joke that I being the youngest cousin will have to take both my Jija, jokes between my mom, mausi (mothers elder sisters) and our aunty, things were just rolling past my eyes.
My mother got married at an early age according to the custom prevailed at that time when women were married off as soon as they attain puberty. So she was married when just turning 16 and exactly after 9 months my sister was born and I am the second child. My mother was not much educated and she came from a village background. They used to speak in a bawdy language often full of references about sex, copulation etc. She is not only extrovert, bold but while indulging in her jokes she will not even sometimes spare me.
She was youngest sister and my manjhali mausi was only a year elder to her while the eldest mausi was 4 years elder to her. And both of them like mom used to indulge in bawdiest jokes and songs.
At Nainital my mama and aunty were there. When mom will come to Nainital mami will offer water second but will welcome her with gallis (abusive languages) first. And mom will pay her back in the same coin.
When we were only ladies around they always talked about sex and local gossips like who fucked who in the neighborhood. My mother's only brother was married and she was the bawdiest of all. She used every word in a double meaning and she was freely using countryside language references like cunt, pussy etc.
So I got the sexual education at an early age it’self unlike the city girls who get it through some Mills and Boone novels. My mother and her sisters used the choicest abuses. They referenced each other not with their maiden name but as mother of their children. When I am around rather my name was used like Reenu's mother.
Mami (aunty) will welcome mom as `Reenu ki mummy pakki Chhinar
(Reenu's mom is top slut)
and mom will respond” Reenu ki mami badi chudavsi unki bur main ghus gaye 10-10 yaar”
(Reenu's aunty is a top fucker and in her cunt she devours 10-10 lovers).
It was not limited to the songs. They will hug each other and invariably mom will either squeeze mami's boobs or pinch her on her hips saying ` It seems there was a great fucking at night and see how these boobs grow in my brother's hands”.
My aunty will respond saying `Why not, your brother is ready to fuck me even in front of you. Last time when I went for a wedding he fucked me in the toilet while other ladies where waiting for the toilet to take a leak”.
We had a servant too called Champa who was a village belly and she was an encyclopedia of our countryside gossips and scandals.
My uncle was also a naughty man. He used to pat my mother's ass and her elder sisters in the same way he handled his wifes. He had no reluctance to press the milky boobs of my aunty in front of others. My aunty was an always sweating woman. Her blouse and petticoat will be always socked in sweat and dirt while working in the kitchen. Her armpit’s would be drenched even at winter. My uncle was extremely font of her sweating and he used to sniff her wet armpit’s when he sees her at the kitchen.
He never bothered what others were thinking of him. The women in the house were also aware of his craziness about the wet armpit’s of my aunty. They often make jokes about it. When my mother would tease him referencing that the aunty had just done some heavy work and she was now all soaked. He will pull mom in his lap and tease her, he will sometime pinch mami on her hips innocently saying there was an ant. When elder sister will come, mom and aunty will join the fun and often they cupped her fat buttocks. So wet words were not taboo rather they were part of vocabulary of everybody around us. Sex was omnipresent in whatever form possible in my mother's house.
My aunty was a carefree person and she was mostly responsible for it. She was very caring and loving. She used to tease even the children and was of habit of examining our boobs and it’s growth.
When mom or mausi was not around she will use her colorful vocabulary with us. She will be supported by Champa the servant, who is a malish (massage) expert. When people have gone after lunch and ladies were comparatively free of workload, my aunty will go to the Tamarind tree under which a wooden cot was always left for people to relax under the tree having fresh air. My aunty will remove her blouse and will lay there like a wrestler.
Champa will take a pot of gingelly oil with her and start massaging my aunty. The atmosphere will be hot and the massaging will continue for an hour. I had seen Champa massaging my aunty's enormous breasts coated with glistening gingelli oil or mustard oil depending on the climate.
Then I relaxed on my posh sofa and had sip of French wine.
My thoughts began wandering to the past Memories about my elder cousin Cheenu, my Jiju Ravi, time we spend together as I and Cheenu stayed in our Nainital for our studies, running joke that I being the youngest cousin will have to take both my Jija, jokes between my mom, mausi (mothers elder sisters) and our aunty, things were just rolling past my eyes.
My mother got married at an early age according to the custom prevailed at that time when women were married off as soon as they attain puberty. So she was married when just turning 16 and exactly after 9 months my sister was born and I am the second child. My mother was not much educated and she came from a village background. They used to speak in a bawdy language often full of references about sex, copulation etc. She is not only extrovert, bold but while indulging in her jokes she will not even sometimes spare me.
She was youngest sister and my manjhali mausi was only a year elder to her while the eldest mausi was 4 years elder to her. And both of them like mom used to indulge in bawdiest jokes and songs.
At Nainital my mama and aunty were there. When mom will come to Nainital mami will offer water second but will welcome her with gallis (abusive languages) first. And mom will pay her back in the same coin.
When we were only ladies around they always talked about sex and local gossips like who fucked who in the neighborhood. My mother's only brother was married and she was the bawdiest of all. She used every word in a double meaning and she was freely using countryside language references like cunt, pussy etc.
So I got the sexual education at an early age it’self unlike the city girls who get it through some Mills and Boone novels. My mother and her sisters used the choicest abuses. They referenced each other not with their maiden name but as mother of their children. When I am around rather my name was used like Reenu's mother.
Mami (aunty) will welcome mom as `Reenu ki mummy pakki Chhinar
(Reenu's mom is top slut)
and mom will respond” Reenu ki mami badi chudavsi unki bur main ghus gaye 10-10 yaar”
(Reenu's aunty is a top fucker and in her cunt she devours 10-10 lovers).
It was not limited to the songs. They will hug each other and invariably mom will either squeeze mami's boobs or pinch her on her hips saying ` It seems there was a great fucking at night and see how these boobs grow in my brother's hands”.
My aunty will respond saying `Why not, your brother is ready to fuck me even in front of you. Last time when I went for a wedding he fucked me in the toilet while other ladies where waiting for the toilet to take a leak”.
We had a servant too called Champa who was a village belly and she was an encyclopedia of our countryside gossips and scandals.
My uncle was also a naughty man. He used to pat my mother's ass and her elder sisters in the same way he handled his wifes. He had no reluctance to press the milky boobs of my aunty in front of others. My aunty was an always sweating woman. Her blouse and petticoat will be always socked in sweat and dirt while working in the kitchen. Her armpit’s would be drenched even at winter. My uncle was extremely font of her sweating and he used to sniff her wet armpit’s when he sees her at the kitchen.
He never bothered what others were thinking of him. The women in the house were also aware of his craziness about the wet armpit’s of my aunty. They often make jokes about it. When my mother would tease him referencing that the aunty had just done some heavy work and she was now all soaked. He will pull mom in his lap and tease her, he will sometime pinch mami on her hips innocently saying there was an ant. When elder sister will come, mom and aunty will join the fun and often they cupped her fat buttocks. So wet words were not taboo rather they were part of vocabulary of everybody around us. Sex was omnipresent in whatever form possible in my mother's house.
My aunty was a carefree person and she was mostly responsible for it. She was very caring and loving. She used to tease even the children and was of habit of examining our boobs and it’s growth.
When mom or mausi was not around she will use her colorful vocabulary with us. She will be supported by Champa the servant, who is a malish (massage) expert. When people have gone after lunch and ladies were comparatively free of workload, my aunty will go to the Tamarind tree under which a wooden cot was always left for people to relax under the tree having fresh air. My aunty will remove her blouse and will lay there like a wrestler.
Champa will take a pot of gingelly oil with her and start massaging my aunty. The atmosphere will be hot and the massaging will continue for an hour. I had seen Champa massaging my aunty's enormous breasts coated with glistening gingelli oil or mustard oil depending on the climate.
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