17-12-2018, 12:19 PM
Part -37
Squeezing her fingers around the thick bulge of my cock under my jeans, she said "Ohh, bhaiya ... now I know you also really missed me..." feeling the thickness of my cock in her soft hands through the thick jeans.
At that moment, we heard the sound of the bathroom door's bolts being opened, and Jigna quickly moved away from me, and sat by my side at a respective distance. She began to casually flip through the channels on TV again, keeping one eye on the passageway that led to their common bathroom. As Kalpana aunty emerged from the bathroom, the sight of her just sent my arousal soaring.
She had changed into an old bottle-green night gown that was short for her, and did not reach her ankles; under which she wore a black petticoat that reached up to her ankles. The towel she had used to wipe herself dry after her bath was slung on her shoulder, and I was once again drawn to her huge heavy 38-C breasts under the gown.
I could clearly make out the outline of the old fashioned black bra that she wore under her gown, which somehow managed to hold together the girth of her wide heavy breasts. Upon seeing me, she smiled and said "Beta ... you haven't changed yet... ?" seeing that I still had the clothes which she'd given me in my lap. I had quickly pulled the pair of shorts and t-shirt on to my lap to cover the bulge which was clearly visible through my jeans.
"Umm ... I was just watching TV aunty..." I replied, trying hard to keep my voice casual; even as Jigna continued to look at the TV, flipping through the channels idly. "Time to go to bed, Jigna..." Kalpana aunty announced, as she came into the room. "Oh, mummy ... for some time only ... please..." Jigna pleaded, trying her best to stay around me for as long as possible.
"No..." her mother said with finality " ... no TV after 10 pm ... as such itself you don't get up in the morning..." in her firm motherly tone. "Now you go inside ... and let Jignesh bhai also rest..." she added, walking towards Jigna and taking the remote from her hand. Jigna made a face, and stood up, grumbling to her mother "You never let me watch TV..." even as she stomped off towards her room.
"Arre ... at least say good night to Jignesh bhai..." her mother admonished her. "Oh, sorry..." Jigna replied, just as she reached the door of her room, and added "Good night, bhaiya..." a smile on her face that just drove me crazy. "Good night, Jigna..." I responded to her with a smile, even as Kalpana aunty turned back towards me. Before disappearing into her room, I saw Jigna beckon to me with her hands, and mouth "Come soon..." silently, a mischevious glint in her eyes.
Once Jigna went into her room, I picked up the remote to switch off TV. "It's alright, beta ... you can watch TV if you like..." Kalpana aunty said immediately, smiling at me. "Oh thanks, aunty..." I replied with a smile " ... I hope you don't mind ... I just wanted to watch a football match tonight..." referring to an EPL match between Man-U and Chelsea that I wanted to catch up on tonight.
"Of course, beta ... why not..." she replied positively before adding " ... I'll get you some pillows ... and you can change in the mean time..." smiling at me in an enigmatic manner. When I smiled my thanks, she went into the bedroom to fetch some pillows. As she went inside, I quickly stripped off my jeans and t-shirt, and slipped into the comfortable Bermuda shorts and t-shirt she'd given me. Just as I'd changed, she re-appeared, clutching a couple of soft cotton pillows for me.
"Thank you so much, aunty..." I said to her as I took the pillows from her hand. "Thank you, beta..." she replied, laying stress on the word 'you', watching me fondly as I placed the pillows against the arm-rest of their old sofa. When I looked up at her, I felt as if she was looking at me with longing that she was trying hard to resist.
After a brief moment of awkward silence when we just looked at each other, she suddenly asked "Would you like a glass of hot milk, beta... ?" her voice unusually soft. "Umm ... sure, aunty ... I'd love that..." smiling back at her warmly. She nodded and quickly went into the kitchen to fetch me that promised glass of warm sweet milk.
I could only smile at myself, as I wondered how on earth I managed to land in a situation where both mother and daughter had managed to fall in love with me, albeit in their own different ways. With a sigh, I plopped down on the sofa, propping up both the pillows on the arm-rest, and lay back comfortably, pulling my legs up. I was just searching through the channels on their TV, searching for ESPN, when she returned into the living room, carrying a tall glass of warm sweetened milk.
"Here, beta..." she said softly, handing me the cup, as I sat up quickly to take the glass from her hand. "Mmm ... thanks, aunty ... did you add some kesar in this... ?" referring to saffron which I could smell in the milk. "Yes, beta..." she replied with a smile " ... it is good for your health ... it gives you stamina..." as I took the glass from her hand. "Stamina for what, aunty..." I asked her, a teasing smile on my face.
She blushed violently at that, and the color rushed to her broad dusky face. She smiled self consciously, but was unable to say anything to that. "Can you sit here for two minutes with me, aunty..." I asked her in a low voice, patting the side of the sofa on which I was lying lengthwise. "Of course, beta..." she answered immediately, her tone embarrassed.
As she sat down on the edge of the sofa, I felt her huge buttocks press against my hips. Her heavy thighs under that old night gown were pressing against the side of my chest, and I automatically placed my free left hand left hand in her lap, on her thighs. She looked at me with what could only be described as longing, and her eyes were trying to convey how much she wished we were alone right now.
As I began to caress her heavy thighs through the thin material of her night gown and the petticoat underneath, she sighed, and her hands immediately clasped my fingers, pressing my hand on to her thighs. "Beta..." she whispered softly, as she felt me slide my hand up her thighs, over her fleshy belly, on to the huge mounds of her breasts that strained against her night gown. As my hand closed over the huge firm flesh of her mature 38-C breasts, she closed her eyes, and let out a little shudder of pleasure.
Her hands too automatically closed over mine, and pressed my palm to her heavy breasts, as if relishing the feel of them. "Aunty, I wish..." I whispered huskily, looking at her aroused face intently. "I know, beta ... I know ... I too wish..." she replied back in a thick whisper, letting her eyes convey the rest. "Kalpuu..." we suddenly heard Jatin bhai call out aloud from the bedroom suddenly, startling both of us.
My hands jerked away instantly from her big breasts, and she too almost jumped up in alarm, as a consequence of which I ended up spilling a bit of the milk from the glass which I was still holding in my right hand. "Aayee..." Kalpana aunty called back, her tone both frustrated at irritated. "I have to go, beta..." she whispered to me, her tone and expression both conveying the extreme regret she felt.
I just pursed my lips and nodded in understanding, as she stood up and walked quickly to their bedroom. With a sigh, I gulped down the warm milk quickly, and getting up from the sofa, went to switch off the lights in the living room. Just as I switched off the lights, I heard the sound of their bedroom door closing.
As I returned to the sofa to lie down again, I could see the light streaming out from the underside of their door. I was immediately reminded of the last time I'd spent a night here, and had watched Kalpana aunty satisfy her husband, my partner in crime being their own teenage daughter, the sexy Jigna.
I wondered if there would be a repeate performance today, but figured that it was unlikely since Jatin bhai had enough alcohol inside him today to put a horse to sleep. "What a pity..." I murmured to myself, as I settled down to watch the match which had begun by now. As I lay back against the comfortable pillows, I realized that my cock had lost its stiffness, and felt the insides of my underwear become sticky with my pre-cum that had oozed out.
As I began to watch the match, the only source of illumination in the room the flickering glow of the TV, I wondered whether Jigna had actually gone to sleep. The door of her bedroom was partly ajar, and I could see that the lights had been switched off. I was sorely tempted to sneak up into her room and get into bed with that hot teenager, but decided it was tempting fate, since it was taking too much of a risk.
But I desperately needed a shag, and thought about peeping through the cracks in their bedroom door anyways, just to check if there was any scene of my rocks off with some voyeuristic pleasure tonight. Just as I was contemplating on what to do, I felt, more than hear, the soft footfalls of someone tiptoeing towards where I lay on the sofa.
As I jerked my head sideways to see who it was, I was pleasantly surprised to see that little teenage sweetheart, Jigna, creeping up silently towards where I lay. Even as she approached me, she had a finger on her lips, signaling me to be silent. I couldn't help but marvel at how adventurous this teenager had become ever since I'd gotten close to her.
"Hii bhaiyaa..." she whispered will glee, as she quickly came to where I lay on the sofa and knelt down in front of me. "Hii, baby..." I whispered back, pleased that she'd come, but also a little apprehensive about the whole thing. There was a look of excitement on her face as she asked me "Why didn't you come inside, bhaiya... ?" her tone agitated.
"But, baby..." I began " ... what if your mummy or pappa come out of their room..." the concern evident in my voice. "Oh, bhaiya..." she shot back in a whisper " ... they won't be coming out tonight..." as if chiding a small child. "How do you know for sure, baby... ?" I asked, not willing to trust her clouded judgement on this one. Especially after the talk I'd had about Jigna with Kalpana aunty today, the last thing I wanted to do was ruin my relationship with this family by doing something stupid right in their house.
"Oh, bhaiya..." Jigna answered in a somewhat exasperated tone " ... don't you know why pappa asked mummy to have a bath before she went to sleep..." as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to have knowny why. "Uh ... why..." I asked, unable to keep my rising excitement down. "That's because he wants to do it with mummy today, bhaiya..." her voice so faint that I had to strain to hear what she said.
"What... ?" I shot back, not sure of whether I'd heard her right. Gripping my hand hard as she knelt by my side, and leaning forward to bring her face close to mine, she said "He wants to do that with her, bhaiya ... don't you understand ... do it..." her tone both frustrated and embarrassed at the same time. "Ohh..." was all that I was able to muster, marveling at how much this young teenage college girl knew about her own parents' sexual behavior. In hindsight, it all made sense.
The pointed manner in which Jatin bhai had told Kalpana aunty to have a bath before she came to bed, and the somewhat irritated manner in which she had responded to that. My cock, which had lost its hardness, almost stiffened instantly, both at the thought of what would be going on in their bedroom right now, as well as at how I was having their own teenage daughter tell me about it.
"You don't believe me no, bhaiya..." Jigna hissed urgently, squeezing my fingers harder " ... come ... I'll show you..." tugging at my hands to make me get up. Dumbly, I got up, and followed her as she led me by my hand towards the door of her parents' bedroom. We silently crept towards their bedroom door and knelt in front of it. With my heart thudding, I peered through the tiny crack between the panels of the door.
Although I was mentally prepared on what I would see inside, the sight inside still made my cock twitch inside those baggy Berumuda shorts. Jatin bhai lay like a big slobbering king on the bed, with his head propped up on two pillows and his sleeveless white vest pulled up above his massive pot belly, even as Kalpana aunty sat by his side, her torso bent over him, and was sucking on his limp cock!
His fat flabby legs were parted and stretched out on the bed, as his wife, still fully clothed, bent over him and was trying to suck some life into his rather small, and not yet erect, cock. There was a battered old 14" TV in their room, perched on one of the wooden cabinets in their bedroom, and Jatin bhai was idly surfing through the channels of the TV, the remote in his left hand, even as he casually fondled Kalpana aunty's huge breasts through her thin old night gown with his right hand.
"See, bhaiyyaa ... I told you, na..." I heard Jigna whisper fiercely, even as she peered through one of the cracks in the door, as she squeezed my hand, which she was still clutching, hard. I was kneeling at the door just behind Jigna, and I felt my cock become rock hard upon seeing how excited this teenage girl had got spying on her own parents in their bedroom.
Through the faint noises from the TV in their bedroom, I heard Jatin bhai mutter something gruffly to Kalpana aunty without taking his eyes off the TV, even as he grabbed hold of the bun of her hair and pushed her head down further on this slowly rising cock, which seemed disproportionately small when compared to the girth of his massive flabby body.
I couldn't imagine how a man could be watching TV, when he was having his cock sucked off. My heart thudding in excitement at what we were seeing, and what we were doing, I watched on. My heart went out to Kalpana aunty, at how as a wife, she was duty-bound to satisfy her husband's carnal desires, without a thought being spared for her own needs.
"See, bhaiyya ... pappa's thing is becoming bigger..." I heard the sexy Jigna whisper, her forehead pressed to the door as she peeped through the crack. My cock twitched yet again, and by now had formed a tent inside my Bernuda shorts, when I heard her say this. It turned me on in a perverse kind of way to hear this barely 17-year old teenage collegegirl talk about her father's cock in such a naïve manner.
Since she was kneeling right in front of me with her back to me, I just wrapped my left hand around her belly from behind, and pulled her towards me, feeling my rock hard cock press against the small of her back. As I watched in rapt attention, hearing Jigna's breathing become faster, I saw that Jatin bhai's pecker was indeed getting bigger. Kalpana aunty was dutifully sucking in his cock into her mouth, trying her best to get her husband's cock hard, pressing her lips to the shaft as she bobbed her head on it.
Her fingers were fondling his balls simultaneously, even as she slid his rather short and stubby penis out of her mouth, and ran her tongue along his hairy balls. Mercifully, Jatin bhai's cock had managed to attain some degree of stiffness by now, and he muttered something to her, which made her stop sucking on his cock, and straighten.
Getting up from the bed, she began to pull her old worn bottle green night gown over her head. That's when I realized that he'd probably instructed her to take off her clothes now. Jatin bhai was hardly even looking at her, his eyes on the TV, even as he idly stroked his small erect penis with his fore-finger and thumb. As Kalpana aunty pulled her gown over her head and dropped it on the floor, I was rewarded by the sight of her in the black petticoat and black bra underneath.
Yet again, I couldn't help but marvel at how massive her ass was under the petticoat, and the sheer girth and heaviness of her big 38-C breasts that covered all of her chest, and seemed to be straining to burst out of her old-fashioned black bra. So tight was her bra that the flesh bulged out from the sides of her breasts under the bra-cup, and the thick strap at the back was pulled up almost towards her shoulder blades. Kalpana aunty's hair had come undone, and as she reached up behind her head to retie her hair in a bun, her huge bra-clad breasts were displayed in all their glory for me.
Then reaching behind her back, Kalpana aunty quickly undid the hooks of her bra at the back, and slid the bra off her shoulders. As she dropped the bra on the floor and turned towards Jatin bhai, I was rewarded with the sight of her incredibly wide and heavy mature breasts. Despite having seen her bare breasts numerous times before, I still couldn't help but marvel at the sheer heaviness of them.
They just sat on her broad chest, magnificent in all their glory. At her age, most womens' breasts sagged considerably. But owning to the sheer firmness of her her breasts, Kalpana aunty's mature breasts, despite their sheer size and heaviness, sat firmly on her chest, with just the right amount of sag. Instinctively, my hands, which were wrapped around Jigna's belly, slid up, and cupped her firm young breasts through her knit over-sized t-shirt.
As my fingers closed around the firm flesh of her teenage breasts, I heard a sigh escape her lips, and she instinctively pressed her hands over mine, further pressing her young tits into my palm. Jatin bhai just threw a casual glance at his wife as she sat down once again by his side, now wearing nothing but her petticoat.
Once again, I heard him mutter something to her, before turning his gaze once again to the TV. I couldn't, for the world of it, understand how he could still be interested in watching TV, when he had a magnificent heavy bodied woman, almost naked, sitting next to him. Without turning his eyes away from the TV, Jatin bhai just reached out with one thick grubby paw, and began to roughly fondle Kalpana aunty's heavy mature breasts, carelessly pinching her thick dark nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
We watched with rapt attention, as Kalpana aunty reached out for him, and struggled to push up his vest, that was stretched taut across his huge flabby torso. Pushing his vest up to reveal his sagging wobbly chest, which looked more like tits than a man's chest, she quickly bent forward and began to kiss him on his chest.
Sliding her hand to his crotch again, she took hold of his turgid penis and began to stroke it with her fingers, even as she began to run her tongue along his nipples in an attempt to arouse him. My mouth had gone dry by watching this, and as I watched Kalpana aunty's heavy dangling breasts mash against her husband's flabby torso, I too quickly pulled my hands away from Jigna's breasts and slid in under her t-shirt from below.
Her smooth young skin was hot to touch, and as I felt my fingers close around the incredibly firm flesh of her young teenage 32-B breasts, I heard a soft sigh escape her lips. "Shhhhh..." I whispered to her, biding her to be quiet, even as I felt her tender tit-flesh almost burn into my palms, those tiny nipples of hers, fully erect.
My cock which was jutting out under the loose Bermuda shorts was pressing against the small of her back, and I noticed that she was biting her nails subconsciously, aroused both by the scene being played out inside her parents' bedroom, as well as what my hands were doing to her tender breasts. Jatin bhai's short stubby penis was hardly big enough for Kalpana aunt to hold it with her hands, and she was doing her best to pleasure him by stroking it by holding it just with her thumb and fore finger.
I was not sure of whether it was on account of the alcohol that he had inside him or his general lack of interest in his wife, but despite Kalpana aunty's best efforts, Jatin bhai was definitely having trouble in getting his cock fully erect. As we watched on, I heard Jigna say something in a barely audible whisper. Unable to hear what she said, I bent forward till my chin was resting on her shoulder from behind.
"I said ... pappa does not like mummy ... hai na, bhaiyya..." she repeated, her voice a faint whisper again. "Why do say that, baby... ?" I asked her, keeping my voice as low as possible. Mercifully, the TV was on in their bedoom too, and would hopefully cover our whispering right outside their door. "Umm ... because..." began Jigna hesitantly " ... because ... his thing is not becoming big..." she said, her face flushed and her tone embarrassed.
"Hmm..." I muttered, unable to think of what to say to this sexy teenage girl, who was my partner in crime in spying on her parents' bedroom activities. "Every time, bhaiyya..." Jigna continued " ... it is poor mummy only who does everything for him..." her voice gaining confidence " ... I have never seen pappa do anything for her..." she finished, twisting her neck sideways to look up at my face.
Her face was flushed with excitement, and I could see that there was genuine sympathy in her eyes for her mother. Each time, this sexy little teenager gave me nuggets of information like this, I couldn't help but be amazed at how many little things she noticed. Continuing to gaze into my eyes, momentarily forgetting what we were doing, she continued "What I mean is, bhaiyya ... he never does things for her ... like ... like how you do to me, bhaiyya..." her whispering voice faltering as she uttered the last few words.
I felt my cock lurch yet again at the conversation this teenage collegegirl Jigna was having with me, and swallowing to find my voice, I replied "Umm ... do you mean to say that your pappa never ... never enters your mummy... ?" curious to know more. She was silent for a few seconds as if trying to understand my question, before she shook her head and asked "You mean ... does he put his thing inside her, bhaiyya... ?" the innocent tone in which she asked me this question turning me on so much that I was tempted to grab her and take her right there outside her parents' bedroom.
Reigning in my arousal, I just nodded my assent. "Oh, that ... yes he does it sometimes, bhaiyya..." Jigna began, her cute face turning red with embarrassment " ... sometimes ... after she finishes doing what she is doing now ... he climbs on her ... and..." faltering and unable to complete, as she looked at me wide eyed, as if debating whether it was alright to share all this with me. "And what, baby..." I urged her in a gentle whisper, giving her shoulder a re-assuring squeeze. Pulling her eyes away from me, she once again pressed her forehead to the door, peering through the crack to resume looking at what was going on inside.
"Then he does it to her, bhaiyya..." she whispered in a barely audible whisper, not looking at me since she was probably too embarrassed to be discussing these things with me. "Oh, ok..." was all I said in response. "But, bhaiyya..." she began again " ... I don't think mummy feels nice..." she continued. Deciding that it was better to let her speak at her own comfort, I remained silent.
As is searching for words, she continued "I mean ... he is so ... so fat no ... and ... and ... his thing ... it is small, no ... so..." her words coming in short unsure bursts " ... and he will just ... move on top of her, bhaiyya ... see, bhaiyya ... see ... like this..." she breathed suddenly with urgency, tugging at my hands, even as her eyes were glued to the crack between the door panels.
Moving quickly, I also pressed my eyes to the crack above her, and what I saw inside made it amply clear that what Jigna was trying so hard to describe, was actually being played out now. Kalpana aunty was lying on her back now, her huge heavy breasts spread out on her chest, and her petticoat pulled up to bare her mature hairy cunt. Her legs were bent at the knees, and her thighs were parted, as Jatin bhai, on his knees, struggled to position his massive girth between her spread thighs.
Ever the dutiful wife, Kalpana aunty was holdig her knees to keep her thighs parted for him, even as Jatin bhai positioned himself at her vagina, holding his somewhat erect short stubby 6" cock. Such was the size of his massive pot belly that it hung like a sac of flour from his tummy, and I realized that it would have been impossible for him to enter her by lying on top of her.
With a grunt, Jatin bhai jerked his hips forward, causing his massive fat ass to wobble, as he tried to enter her. He was shifting about uncomfortably on his knees, and I could see that he was having trouble entering her, even as Kalpana aunty watched him with something like a patiently resigned expression on her face.
I heard Jatin bhai mutter something in irritation, and saw Kalpana aunty pull a pillow towards her, and slide it under her massive butt, elevating her vagina towards him by a few inches. Once again, he tried to enter her, and this time, by the sound of his grunt, I presumed that he had finally managed to. Muttering something in a guttural voice, he roughly pushed up her legs, so that her legs, bent at the knees, were raised in the air.
From the position where we were spying on them, I could not see whether he had actually entered her or not, as his body prevented us from viewing that. However, from the way, he started jerking his hips forward, holding on to her upraised thighs for support, I presumed that he had, and was not beginning to fuck her with those short staccato bursts.
His whole body wobbled and shook, as he tried to fuck Kalpana aunty in that position, and we could clearly hear his grunts now, even through the sounds of the TV, which was still playin on in their room. Kalpana aunty's huge mature breasts shook, as he tried his best to fuck her, but he hardly paid any attention to the rest of her body.
My heart went out for the loving Kalpana aunty, who just lay there passively, cooperating fully with him, but hardly feeling any pleasure herself. Jatin bhai shifted uncomfortably on his knees many times, trying to re-position himself to enter her better, but owing to his impossibly fat body and rather small cock, it was evident that he was fighting a losing battle. I wondered how much of his cock was he actually able to put inside her, and realized that this couldn't be a very satisfying experience for either one of them.
After trying in vain to fuck her properly, Jatin bhai finally gave a disgruntled grunt, and pulled away from her. Despite trying to lean on top of her body, I realized that it would have been near impossible for him to attain full penetration, since his huge flabby belly came in the way. We heard Kalpana aunty ask him something in a calm voice, even as Jatin bhai shook his head angrily, and crawled forward on his knees towards where he'd originally lain.
His pale skinned relatively small cock, though erect, was not hard, and dangled weekly at his crotch. As he lay back with his back resting against the headrest, Kalpana aunty sat up and turned to look at him. "See what I mean, bhaiyya..." I heard Jigna whisper suddenly " ... poor mummy..." her voice soft, as she glanced at me.
Nodding my head, I turned my gaze back to the crack at the door. I could see an expression of frustration and irritation on Jatin bhai's face, at his inability to even enjoy a good fuck. At that moment, I was sure he was cursing his fate, at being so impossibly fat that he could not even perform well in bed.
We saw Kalpana aunty slide closer to him on the bed, till she too was sitting with her back to the head rest of the bed. Placing her hand on his huge belly, she caressed it gently, and asked him something. We heard him snap at her in response, though we couldn't hear what was being said. There was a hurt expression in Kalpana aunty's eyes for a second, which was quickly replaced by one of resignation to this.
I was sure this was something that had happened many times before, and she was quite used to this. Scowling, Jatin bhai muttered something to her, in response to which she just nodded silently. She slid down towards his thighs and once again took his now deflated penis between her fingers. Lowering her heard towards his crotch, she began to run her tongue along the slimy length of his short stubby cock, while caressing the insides of her massive flabby thighs with her hands.
This time, for a change, Jatin bhai was watching her, and his hands were subconsciously fondling her heavy mature 38-C breasts which were dangling forward and rubbing against his thighs. The dutiful wife that Kalpana aunty was, she was doing her best to revive him again, as she ran his tongue all along his slimy pale skinned cock, and even his hairy balls below.
As his penis began to come to life again, Kalpana aunty quickly slid it into her mouth, and began to manipulate it inside her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, and sucking on it at the same time. As Jatin bhai watched on impassively, Kalpana aunty went about her job of sucking his cock to erection. After some time, I could see that Jatin bhai's cock had almost regained its full erection, even though it was still far from being hard enough.
Grabbing Kalpana aunty's head by the bun of her hair, Jatin bhai roughly pushed her mouth on to his cock, urging her to suck on him harder. My heart went out to Kalpana aunty, as the poor loving woman began to bob her head up and down, doing her best to suck on him harder. Owing to the short length of Jatin bhai's cock, it was not very difficult for Kalpana aunty to take it fully into her mouth. She did that repeatedly, till she heard Jatin bhai give another throaty grunt, and grab hold of the bun of her hair again.
Pulling his rather small cock out of her mouth, she held it in her mouth such that only the swollen tip of his cock was in her mouth, as she began to expertly stroke his cock simultaneously with her thumb and two fingers. I could see that she was swirling her tongue around his cock head, which now had mercifully come out of it's foreskin, even as she began to rapidly stroke his cock with her fingers.
Jatin bhai leaned back against the pillows resting against the head rest of the bed, as his thighs began to quiver. He was trying to lift his hips off the bed, as his cock finally got ready to spew forth its load. Suddenly, he gave a rather loud grunt, and his entire fat flabby body quivered and jerked. He threw his head back and grabbed hold of Kalpana aunty's head by the bun of her hair, and thrust her mouth down on his cock roughly.
By his convulsions, I could make out that he was coming, and what drove me mad was that he had made no attempt to pull his cock out of his wife's mouth before he came. To my utter amazement, the loving Kalpana aunty continued to suck and stroke his cock, even as he came, unable to pull her mouth away since her husband was roughly holding her face in place. After giving a few more convulsive jerks, Jatin bhai let go off Kalpana aunty's hair and fell back against the pillows.
At the same time, I saw Kalpana aunty also straighten, her hand clamped across her mouth, to prevent the semen which her husband and ejaculated into her mouth, from dribbling out. Holding her mouth, she clambered off the bed and quickly moved to the attached bathroom in their bedroom. As we heard her turn on the tap in the wash basin and spit his semen out of her mouth, I whispered to Jigna "Baby, let's go..." starting to pull her by her arm.
"No wait, bhaiya..." she replied, shaking her head urgently at me, and pulling me back by my hand. "Wait and see, bhaiyya..." she urged, once again pressing her face to the crack. I was scared that either Jatin bhai or Kalpana aunty may decide to come out of their bedroom, and we would be caught. But the assurance with which Jigna asked me to stay on, gave me some courage, and I too resumed my spot at the other crack in the door.
Jatin bhai had not even bothered to cover himself up, and had simply rolled over to one side, and seemed to have gone off to sleep. Soon we saw Kalpana aunty re-enter the bedroom, wiping her face with a towel. Seeing Jatin bhai already snoring, his mammoth flabby body rising and falling, she gave another resigned shake of her head.
As she dropped the towel on a chair, and walked towards the bed, I couldn't help but admire yet again, how firm her mature heavy body was, and how her big 38-C breasts sat on her chest with barely a hint of sag, and shook delectably as she walked. With a deep sigh, she sat down heavily on the bed, resting her back against a pillow that she propped up against the headrest of the bed, and idly picked up the remote of the TV.
Dropping the remote on the bed, Kalpana aunty pulled up her knees towards her bosom, and buried her face on her knees. "Poor mummy..." I heard Jigna whisper, the sadness in her voice clearly evident. My thoughts echoed hers, and I just pursed my lips. She sat there in that position with her head buried in her knees for a long time, and my heart went out to this loving woman, who did everything that was expected of a good traditional wife.
Finally, she raised her head, and we could see that her eyes were red. Blowing her nose into the towel which lay nearby, she reached out for a sheet and covered her slob of a husband's sleeping body with the sheet. Picking up the remote of the TV, threw one last glance at her snoring husband, before beginning to idly surf through the channels on the TV. Just watching her sitting like that on the bed, clad only in her black petticoat, her large mature and heavy breasts bared, was enough to make my cock twitch.
As she watched TV, the remote in her right hand, her left hand idly moved along her belly and began to caress her own heavy breasts. As I watched Kalpana aunty deep in some thought, subconsciously caressing her own breasts as she watched TV, I heard Jigna say in a small whisper "Mummy takes care of every one in the house ... but there is no one to take care of her, bhaiyya..." her eyes still on the crack at the door.
My attention was drawn to what Jigna has just said, and I wondered if she meant what I was thinking. "Will my husband be also like this with me, bhaiyya... ?" she asked in a small voice, turning to look up at me. "Of course not, baby..." I said to her in a reassuring whisper, squeezing her shoulder as I said that " ... you'll find someone who'll take care of all your needs..." giving her my best smile.
"Like you, bhaiyya... ?" she asked me in a small voice, those large black eyes of hers gazing intently into mine. "Yes, baby ... like me..." I replied in a whisper, reaching down to caress her pretty dark face. She kept looking into my eyes, as if in deep thought, before saying "Bhaiyya ... you're taking care of me and pappa..." biting her lips as she said that " ... and mummy loves you so much ... then..." her voice faltering.
I waited with baited breath at where she was heading, and my breath caught in my throat as she finally continued " ... then ... why don't you ... why don't you help mummy also, bhaiyya ... why don't you take care of mummy also..." the last few words coming out in a flurry. I felt a hot surge of current course through my veins as I heard this sexy 16-year old teenage college girl say this.
Seeing the look on my face, a nervous expression came to her face too. My mind was in a tizzy, unable to figure out how to respond to her, even as she bit her lips and looked at me apprehensively, realizing she had probably said something she should not have. But the lovely, innocent girl that she was, I knew that she only meant it out of love for her mother, and her unwavering faith in me.
"I'm sorry, bhaiyya..." she mumbled, as she saw my face cloud over. Little did she realize that what she was wishing for, was already something I was fulfilling behind her back. I was consumed with a strange feeling of guilt and lust, unable to figure out whether this was good or bad.
"I'm sorry, bhaiyya..." she repeated, jolting me out of my reverie " ... I shouldn't have said that..." her tone apologetic suddenly. "I know it is not possible for you to feel that way about mummy..." she said in a mumbling whisper, further aggravating my agony. "Oh Jignesh, you bastard..." I thought to myself, wishing this wonderful sexy teenager would stop tormenting me.
Taking a deep breath, I placed my hand on her shoulder, and whispered "It's not that, baby ... you know I love your mummy ... she's the most wonderful human being I've come across so far in my life..." relieved that at least this part of what I was saying was the truth. "It's just that ... umm..." I continued, faltering " ... umm ... you ... we ... don't know how your mummy feels about these things..." finally finding my voice.
"So ... maybe ... it's not right for us ... you and me ... to think about these things ... let alone decide what she wants..." I said in a controlled calm voice, trying my best to keep the tremor out of my voice. I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that here was a barely legal teenager, suggesting to me that I should look at satisfying her mother's sexual needs. "Don't you think so, baby... ?" I asked her in a low whisper, forcing a benign smile on my face.
She appeared to be thoughtful for a moment, before her expression relaxed. Letting out a little sigh, she said "Yes ... maybe you are right, bhaiyya..." though her tone did not seem very convincing. After a pause, she added "But, bhaiyya ... if mummy ever approaches you ... umm ... for taking care of her ... umm ... you'll not refuse her na, bhaiyya... ?" as she clutched my hands and looked into my eyes with those big dark eyes of hers.
"You'll not say no to her na, bhaiyya ... because she's ... umm ... old ... and ... fat... ?" the sexy teenage girl asked me again, making my mouth go dry. Clearing my throat, I swallowed, before saying "No, baby ... I won't ... I promise you, I won't say no to her..." my voice a barely audible whisper. Her face brightened up at that, and I felt yet another surge of guilt course through me, as I thought of what she'd think of me if she knew how much I lusted for her mother.
"I knew you wouldn't, bhaiyya ... I knew..." she replied in a fierce whisper, clutching my hand hard, an excited and pleased smile on her face. On an instinct, she pulled me towards her, and kissed me full on the lips, pressing her hot young body to mine. "I love you, bhaiyya..." she whispered fiercely, clinging on to me. "I love you too, baby..." I said to her with deep regret, feeling thoroughly disgusted with myself.
Suddenly we heard the scbanging sound of a chair being pushed from inside the bedroom, and both of us darted to peep through the crack again. I saw that Kalpana aunty had gotten up from the bed, and was putting on her gown. "Go, baby ... go..." I hissed at Jigna urgently, pulling her away from the door. In a flash, Jigna had raced away into her room, and I ran back to the living room and jumped into the sofa, grabbing hold of the TV remote.
My heart thudding, I lay down on the couch, thrusting the pillows under my head, and began to pretend to be watching the football match on TV, even as I heard the sound of Kalpana aunty's bedroom door opening. I waited with bated breath, wondering what had made Kalpana aunty come out of her room. I kept my eyes glued on the TV, the living room dark except for the flickering light from the screen of the TV.
I heard the soft, guarded footfalls of Kalpana aunty coming out of the bedroom, and walking into the living room. Since the passageway to the living room was behind my head, I could not see her, but I could clearly feel her presence at the doorway. She seemed to have paused at the doorway, as if checking up on me. Then I felt her silently come up towards me on the couch, and just as she reached the armrest of the sofa, against which I was resting my head, I heard her whisper "Beta..."
Pretending to be startled, I jerked my head up, with an exclamation of "Ohh..." even as I began to sit up. "Oh sorry, beta..." she whispered " ... don't get up ... I just came to ... uhh ... see if you were asleep ... and I heard the TV ... so I thought I'd come and switch it off ... if you were asleep, that is..." she mumbled hastily, as if trying to explain to me why she had come here.
She was standing there in front of me, even as I lay on the sofa, and I could clearly see the outline of her upper body through her thin worn night gown, as the flickering light from the TV screen faintly illuminated her body from behind. "Uh ... sorry if the TV disturbed you, aunty..." I mumbled, dry mouthed, my heart beating faster, since I had been up to something behind her back only a few moments ago. "I'll switch off the TV, aunty..." I continued, reaching for the remote.
"No, no, beta..." she said immediately, leaning forward to quickly touch my arm " ... don't worry, beta ... the TV is not disturbing me in any way..." her voice soft, as she smiled at me warmly. "Are you sure, aunty... ?" I persisted, desperately trying to think of something to talk to her. I had not expected her to come out of her bedroom tonight, and was just not prepared for her.
To Be Continued...
Squeezing her fingers around the thick bulge of my cock under my jeans, she said "Ohh, bhaiya ... now I know you also really missed me..." feeling the thickness of my cock in her soft hands through the thick jeans.
At that moment, we heard the sound of the bathroom door's bolts being opened, and Jigna quickly moved away from me, and sat by my side at a respective distance. She began to casually flip through the channels on TV again, keeping one eye on the passageway that led to their common bathroom. As Kalpana aunty emerged from the bathroom, the sight of her just sent my arousal soaring.
She had changed into an old bottle-green night gown that was short for her, and did not reach her ankles; under which she wore a black petticoat that reached up to her ankles. The towel she had used to wipe herself dry after her bath was slung on her shoulder, and I was once again drawn to her huge heavy 38-C breasts under the gown.
I could clearly make out the outline of the old fashioned black bra that she wore under her gown, which somehow managed to hold together the girth of her wide heavy breasts. Upon seeing me, she smiled and said "Beta ... you haven't changed yet... ?" seeing that I still had the clothes which she'd given me in my lap. I had quickly pulled the pair of shorts and t-shirt on to my lap to cover the bulge which was clearly visible through my jeans.
"Umm ... I was just watching TV aunty..." I replied, trying hard to keep my voice casual; even as Jigna continued to look at the TV, flipping through the channels idly. "Time to go to bed, Jigna..." Kalpana aunty announced, as she came into the room. "Oh, mummy ... for some time only ... please..." Jigna pleaded, trying her best to stay around me for as long as possible.
"No..." her mother said with finality " ... no TV after 10 pm ... as such itself you don't get up in the morning..." in her firm motherly tone. "Now you go inside ... and let Jignesh bhai also rest..." she added, walking towards Jigna and taking the remote from her hand. Jigna made a face, and stood up, grumbling to her mother "You never let me watch TV..." even as she stomped off towards her room.
"Arre ... at least say good night to Jignesh bhai..." her mother admonished her. "Oh, sorry..." Jigna replied, just as she reached the door of her room, and added "Good night, bhaiya..." a smile on her face that just drove me crazy. "Good night, Jigna..." I responded to her with a smile, even as Kalpana aunty turned back towards me. Before disappearing into her room, I saw Jigna beckon to me with her hands, and mouth "Come soon..." silently, a mischevious glint in her eyes.
Once Jigna went into her room, I picked up the remote to switch off TV. "It's alright, beta ... you can watch TV if you like..." Kalpana aunty said immediately, smiling at me. "Oh thanks, aunty..." I replied with a smile " ... I hope you don't mind ... I just wanted to watch a football match tonight..." referring to an EPL match between Man-U and Chelsea that I wanted to catch up on tonight.
"Of course, beta ... why not..." she replied positively before adding " ... I'll get you some pillows ... and you can change in the mean time..." smiling at me in an enigmatic manner. When I smiled my thanks, she went into the bedroom to fetch some pillows. As she went inside, I quickly stripped off my jeans and t-shirt, and slipped into the comfortable Bermuda shorts and t-shirt she'd given me. Just as I'd changed, she re-appeared, clutching a couple of soft cotton pillows for me.
"Thank you so much, aunty..." I said to her as I took the pillows from her hand. "Thank you, beta..." she replied, laying stress on the word 'you', watching me fondly as I placed the pillows against the arm-rest of their old sofa. When I looked up at her, I felt as if she was looking at me with longing that she was trying hard to resist.
After a brief moment of awkward silence when we just looked at each other, she suddenly asked "Would you like a glass of hot milk, beta... ?" her voice unusually soft. "Umm ... sure, aunty ... I'd love that..." smiling back at her warmly. She nodded and quickly went into the kitchen to fetch me that promised glass of warm sweet milk.
I could only smile at myself, as I wondered how on earth I managed to land in a situation where both mother and daughter had managed to fall in love with me, albeit in their own different ways. With a sigh, I plopped down on the sofa, propping up both the pillows on the arm-rest, and lay back comfortably, pulling my legs up. I was just searching through the channels on their TV, searching for ESPN, when she returned into the living room, carrying a tall glass of warm sweetened milk.
"Here, beta..." she said softly, handing me the cup, as I sat up quickly to take the glass from her hand. "Mmm ... thanks, aunty ... did you add some kesar in this... ?" referring to saffron which I could smell in the milk. "Yes, beta..." she replied with a smile " ... it is good for your health ... it gives you stamina..." as I took the glass from her hand. "Stamina for what, aunty..." I asked her, a teasing smile on my face.
She blushed violently at that, and the color rushed to her broad dusky face. She smiled self consciously, but was unable to say anything to that. "Can you sit here for two minutes with me, aunty..." I asked her in a low voice, patting the side of the sofa on which I was lying lengthwise. "Of course, beta..." she answered immediately, her tone embarrassed.
As she sat down on the edge of the sofa, I felt her huge buttocks press against my hips. Her heavy thighs under that old night gown were pressing against the side of my chest, and I automatically placed my free left hand left hand in her lap, on her thighs. She looked at me with what could only be described as longing, and her eyes were trying to convey how much she wished we were alone right now.
As I began to caress her heavy thighs through the thin material of her night gown and the petticoat underneath, she sighed, and her hands immediately clasped my fingers, pressing my hand on to her thighs. "Beta..." she whispered softly, as she felt me slide my hand up her thighs, over her fleshy belly, on to the huge mounds of her breasts that strained against her night gown. As my hand closed over the huge firm flesh of her mature 38-C breasts, she closed her eyes, and let out a little shudder of pleasure.
Her hands too automatically closed over mine, and pressed my palm to her heavy breasts, as if relishing the feel of them. "Aunty, I wish..." I whispered huskily, looking at her aroused face intently. "I know, beta ... I know ... I too wish..." she replied back in a thick whisper, letting her eyes convey the rest. "Kalpuu..." we suddenly heard Jatin bhai call out aloud from the bedroom suddenly, startling both of us.
My hands jerked away instantly from her big breasts, and she too almost jumped up in alarm, as a consequence of which I ended up spilling a bit of the milk from the glass which I was still holding in my right hand. "Aayee..." Kalpana aunty called back, her tone both frustrated at irritated. "I have to go, beta..." she whispered to me, her tone and expression both conveying the extreme regret she felt.
I just pursed my lips and nodded in understanding, as she stood up and walked quickly to their bedroom. With a sigh, I gulped down the warm milk quickly, and getting up from the sofa, went to switch off the lights in the living room. Just as I switched off the lights, I heard the sound of their bedroom door closing.
As I returned to the sofa to lie down again, I could see the light streaming out from the underside of their door. I was immediately reminded of the last time I'd spent a night here, and had watched Kalpana aunty satisfy her husband, my partner in crime being their own teenage daughter, the sexy Jigna.
I wondered if there would be a repeate performance today, but figured that it was unlikely since Jatin bhai had enough alcohol inside him today to put a horse to sleep. "What a pity..." I murmured to myself, as I settled down to watch the match which had begun by now. As I lay back against the comfortable pillows, I realized that my cock had lost its stiffness, and felt the insides of my underwear become sticky with my pre-cum that had oozed out.
As I began to watch the match, the only source of illumination in the room the flickering glow of the TV, I wondered whether Jigna had actually gone to sleep. The door of her bedroom was partly ajar, and I could see that the lights had been switched off. I was sorely tempted to sneak up into her room and get into bed with that hot teenager, but decided it was tempting fate, since it was taking too much of a risk.
But I desperately needed a shag, and thought about peeping through the cracks in their bedroom door anyways, just to check if there was any scene of my rocks off with some voyeuristic pleasure tonight. Just as I was contemplating on what to do, I felt, more than hear, the soft footfalls of someone tiptoeing towards where I lay on the sofa.
As I jerked my head sideways to see who it was, I was pleasantly surprised to see that little teenage sweetheart, Jigna, creeping up silently towards where I lay. Even as she approached me, she had a finger on her lips, signaling me to be silent. I couldn't help but marvel at how adventurous this teenager had become ever since I'd gotten close to her.
"Hii bhaiyaa..." she whispered will glee, as she quickly came to where I lay on the sofa and knelt down in front of me. "Hii, baby..." I whispered back, pleased that she'd come, but also a little apprehensive about the whole thing. There was a look of excitement on her face as she asked me "Why didn't you come inside, bhaiya... ?" her tone agitated.
"But, baby..." I began " ... what if your mummy or pappa come out of their room..." the concern evident in my voice. "Oh, bhaiya..." she shot back in a whisper " ... they won't be coming out tonight..." as if chiding a small child. "How do you know for sure, baby... ?" I asked, not willing to trust her clouded judgement on this one. Especially after the talk I'd had about Jigna with Kalpana aunty today, the last thing I wanted to do was ruin my relationship with this family by doing something stupid right in their house.
"Oh, bhaiya..." Jigna answered in a somewhat exasperated tone " ... don't you know why pappa asked mummy to have a bath before she went to sleep..." as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to have knowny why. "Uh ... why..." I asked, unable to keep my rising excitement down. "That's because he wants to do it with mummy today, bhaiya..." her voice so faint that I had to strain to hear what she said.
"What... ?" I shot back, not sure of whether I'd heard her right. Gripping my hand hard as she knelt by my side, and leaning forward to bring her face close to mine, she said "He wants to do that with her, bhaiya ... don't you understand ... do it..." her tone both frustrated and embarrassed at the same time. "Ohh..." was all that I was able to muster, marveling at how much this young teenage college girl knew about her own parents' sexual behavior. In hindsight, it all made sense.
The pointed manner in which Jatin bhai had told Kalpana aunty to have a bath before she came to bed, and the somewhat irritated manner in which she had responded to that. My cock, which had lost its hardness, almost stiffened instantly, both at the thought of what would be going on in their bedroom right now, as well as at how I was having their own teenage daughter tell me about it.
"You don't believe me no, bhaiya..." Jigna hissed urgently, squeezing my fingers harder " ... come ... I'll show you..." tugging at my hands to make me get up. Dumbly, I got up, and followed her as she led me by my hand towards the door of her parents' bedroom. We silently crept towards their bedroom door and knelt in front of it. With my heart thudding, I peered through the tiny crack between the panels of the door.
Although I was mentally prepared on what I would see inside, the sight inside still made my cock twitch inside those baggy Berumuda shorts. Jatin bhai lay like a big slobbering king on the bed, with his head propped up on two pillows and his sleeveless white vest pulled up above his massive pot belly, even as Kalpana aunty sat by his side, her torso bent over him, and was sucking on his limp cock!
His fat flabby legs were parted and stretched out on the bed, as his wife, still fully clothed, bent over him and was trying to suck some life into his rather small, and not yet erect, cock. There was a battered old 14" TV in their room, perched on one of the wooden cabinets in their bedroom, and Jatin bhai was idly surfing through the channels of the TV, the remote in his left hand, even as he casually fondled Kalpana aunty's huge breasts through her thin old night gown with his right hand.
"See, bhaiyyaa ... I told you, na..." I heard Jigna whisper fiercely, even as she peered through one of the cracks in the door, as she squeezed my hand, which she was still clutching, hard. I was kneeling at the door just behind Jigna, and I felt my cock become rock hard upon seeing how excited this teenage girl had got spying on her own parents in their bedroom.
Through the faint noises from the TV in their bedroom, I heard Jatin bhai mutter something gruffly to Kalpana aunty without taking his eyes off the TV, even as he grabbed hold of the bun of her hair and pushed her head down further on this slowly rising cock, which seemed disproportionately small when compared to the girth of his massive flabby body.
I couldn't imagine how a man could be watching TV, when he was having his cock sucked off. My heart thudding in excitement at what we were seeing, and what we were doing, I watched on. My heart went out to Kalpana aunty, at how as a wife, she was duty-bound to satisfy her husband's carnal desires, without a thought being spared for her own needs.
"See, bhaiyya ... pappa's thing is becoming bigger..." I heard the sexy Jigna whisper, her forehead pressed to the door as she peeped through the crack. My cock twitched yet again, and by now had formed a tent inside my Bernuda shorts, when I heard her say this. It turned me on in a perverse kind of way to hear this barely 17-year old teenage collegegirl talk about her father's cock in such a naïve manner.
Since she was kneeling right in front of me with her back to me, I just wrapped my left hand around her belly from behind, and pulled her towards me, feeling my rock hard cock press against the small of her back. As I watched in rapt attention, hearing Jigna's breathing become faster, I saw that Jatin bhai's pecker was indeed getting bigger. Kalpana aunty was dutifully sucking in his cock into her mouth, trying her best to get her husband's cock hard, pressing her lips to the shaft as she bobbed her head on it.
Her fingers were fondling his balls simultaneously, even as she slid his rather short and stubby penis out of her mouth, and ran her tongue along his hairy balls. Mercifully, Jatin bhai's cock had managed to attain some degree of stiffness by now, and he muttered something to her, which made her stop sucking on his cock, and straighten.
Getting up from the bed, she began to pull her old worn bottle green night gown over her head. That's when I realized that he'd probably instructed her to take off her clothes now. Jatin bhai was hardly even looking at her, his eyes on the TV, even as he idly stroked his small erect penis with his fore-finger and thumb. As Kalpana aunty pulled her gown over her head and dropped it on the floor, I was rewarded by the sight of her in the black petticoat and black bra underneath.
Yet again, I couldn't help but marvel at how massive her ass was under the petticoat, and the sheer girth and heaviness of her big 38-C breasts that covered all of her chest, and seemed to be straining to burst out of her old-fashioned black bra. So tight was her bra that the flesh bulged out from the sides of her breasts under the bra-cup, and the thick strap at the back was pulled up almost towards her shoulder blades. Kalpana aunty's hair had come undone, and as she reached up behind her head to retie her hair in a bun, her huge bra-clad breasts were displayed in all their glory for me.
Then reaching behind her back, Kalpana aunty quickly undid the hooks of her bra at the back, and slid the bra off her shoulders. As she dropped the bra on the floor and turned towards Jatin bhai, I was rewarded with the sight of her incredibly wide and heavy mature breasts. Despite having seen her bare breasts numerous times before, I still couldn't help but marvel at the sheer heaviness of them.
They just sat on her broad chest, magnificent in all their glory. At her age, most womens' breasts sagged considerably. But owning to the sheer firmness of her her breasts, Kalpana aunty's mature breasts, despite their sheer size and heaviness, sat firmly on her chest, with just the right amount of sag. Instinctively, my hands, which were wrapped around Jigna's belly, slid up, and cupped her firm young breasts through her knit over-sized t-shirt.
As my fingers closed around the firm flesh of her teenage breasts, I heard a sigh escape her lips, and she instinctively pressed her hands over mine, further pressing her young tits into my palm. Jatin bhai just threw a casual glance at his wife as she sat down once again by his side, now wearing nothing but her petticoat.
Once again, I heard him mutter something to her, before turning his gaze once again to the TV. I couldn't, for the world of it, understand how he could still be interested in watching TV, when he had a magnificent heavy bodied woman, almost naked, sitting next to him. Without turning his eyes away from the TV, Jatin bhai just reached out with one thick grubby paw, and began to roughly fondle Kalpana aunty's heavy mature breasts, carelessly pinching her thick dark nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
We watched with rapt attention, as Kalpana aunty reached out for him, and struggled to push up his vest, that was stretched taut across his huge flabby torso. Pushing his vest up to reveal his sagging wobbly chest, which looked more like tits than a man's chest, she quickly bent forward and began to kiss him on his chest.
Sliding her hand to his crotch again, she took hold of his turgid penis and began to stroke it with her fingers, even as she began to run her tongue along his nipples in an attempt to arouse him. My mouth had gone dry by watching this, and as I watched Kalpana aunty's heavy dangling breasts mash against her husband's flabby torso, I too quickly pulled my hands away from Jigna's breasts and slid in under her t-shirt from below.
Her smooth young skin was hot to touch, and as I felt my fingers close around the incredibly firm flesh of her young teenage 32-B breasts, I heard a soft sigh escape her lips. "Shhhhh..." I whispered to her, biding her to be quiet, even as I felt her tender tit-flesh almost burn into my palms, those tiny nipples of hers, fully erect.
My cock which was jutting out under the loose Bermuda shorts was pressing against the small of her back, and I noticed that she was biting her nails subconsciously, aroused both by the scene being played out inside her parents' bedroom, as well as what my hands were doing to her tender breasts. Jatin bhai's short stubby penis was hardly big enough for Kalpana aunt to hold it with her hands, and she was doing her best to pleasure him by stroking it by holding it just with her thumb and fore finger.
I was not sure of whether it was on account of the alcohol that he had inside him or his general lack of interest in his wife, but despite Kalpana aunty's best efforts, Jatin bhai was definitely having trouble in getting his cock fully erect. As we watched on, I heard Jigna say something in a barely audible whisper. Unable to hear what she said, I bent forward till my chin was resting on her shoulder from behind.
"I said ... pappa does not like mummy ... hai na, bhaiyya..." she repeated, her voice a faint whisper again. "Why do say that, baby... ?" I asked her, keeping my voice as low as possible. Mercifully, the TV was on in their bedoom too, and would hopefully cover our whispering right outside their door. "Umm ... because..." began Jigna hesitantly " ... because ... his thing is not becoming big..." she said, her face flushed and her tone embarrassed.
"Hmm..." I muttered, unable to think of what to say to this sexy teenage girl, who was my partner in crime in spying on her parents' bedroom activities. "Every time, bhaiyya..." Jigna continued " ... it is poor mummy only who does everything for him..." her voice gaining confidence " ... I have never seen pappa do anything for her..." she finished, twisting her neck sideways to look up at my face.
Her face was flushed with excitement, and I could see that there was genuine sympathy in her eyes for her mother. Each time, this sexy little teenager gave me nuggets of information like this, I couldn't help but be amazed at how many little things she noticed. Continuing to gaze into my eyes, momentarily forgetting what we were doing, she continued "What I mean is, bhaiyya ... he never does things for her ... like ... like how you do to me, bhaiyya..." her whispering voice faltering as she uttered the last few words.
I felt my cock lurch yet again at the conversation this teenage collegegirl Jigna was having with me, and swallowing to find my voice, I replied "Umm ... do you mean to say that your pappa never ... never enters your mummy... ?" curious to know more. She was silent for a few seconds as if trying to understand my question, before she shook her head and asked "You mean ... does he put his thing inside her, bhaiyya... ?" the innocent tone in which she asked me this question turning me on so much that I was tempted to grab her and take her right there outside her parents' bedroom.
Reigning in my arousal, I just nodded my assent. "Oh, that ... yes he does it sometimes, bhaiyya..." Jigna began, her cute face turning red with embarrassment " ... sometimes ... after she finishes doing what she is doing now ... he climbs on her ... and..." faltering and unable to complete, as she looked at me wide eyed, as if debating whether it was alright to share all this with me. "And what, baby..." I urged her in a gentle whisper, giving her shoulder a re-assuring squeeze. Pulling her eyes away from me, she once again pressed her forehead to the door, peering through the crack to resume looking at what was going on inside.
"Then he does it to her, bhaiyya..." she whispered in a barely audible whisper, not looking at me since she was probably too embarrassed to be discussing these things with me. "Oh, ok..." was all I said in response. "But, bhaiyya..." she began again " ... I don't think mummy feels nice..." she continued. Deciding that it was better to let her speak at her own comfort, I remained silent.
As is searching for words, she continued "I mean ... he is so ... so fat no ... and ... and ... his thing ... it is small, no ... so..." her words coming in short unsure bursts " ... and he will just ... move on top of her, bhaiyya ... see, bhaiyya ... see ... like this..." she breathed suddenly with urgency, tugging at my hands, even as her eyes were glued to the crack between the door panels.
Moving quickly, I also pressed my eyes to the crack above her, and what I saw inside made it amply clear that what Jigna was trying so hard to describe, was actually being played out now. Kalpana aunty was lying on her back now, her huge heavy breasts spread out on her chest, and her petticoat pulled up to bare her mature hairy cunt. Her legs were bent at the knees, and her thighs were parted, as Jatin bhai, on his knees, struggled to position his massive girth between her spread thighs.
Ever the dutiful wife, Kalpana aunty was holdig her knees to keep her thighs parted for him, even as Jatin bhai positioned himself at her vagina, holding his somewhat erect short stubby 6" cock. Such was the size of his massive pot belly that it hung like a sac of flour from his tummy, and I realized that it would have been impossible for him to enter her by lying on top of her.
With a grunt, Jatin bhai jerked his hips forward, causing his massive fat ass to wobble, as he tried to enter her. He was shifting about uncomfortably on his knees, and I could see that he was having trouble entering her, even as Kalpana aunty watched him with something like a patiently resigned expression on her face.
I heard Jatin bhai mutter something in irritation, and saw Kalpana aunty pull a pillow towards her, and slide it under her massive butt, elevating her vagina towards him by a few inches. Once again, he tried to enter her, and this time, by the sound of his grunt, I presumed that he had finally managed to. Muttering something in a guttural voice, he roughly pushed up her legs, so that her legs, bent at the knees, were raised in the air.
From the position where we were spying on them, I could not see whether he had actually entered her or not, as his body prevented us from viewing that. However, from the way, he started jerking his hips forward, holding on to her upraised thighs for support, I presumed that he had, and was not beginning to fuck her with those short staccato bursts.
His whole body wobbled and shook, as he tried to fuck Kalpana aunty in that position, and we could clearly hear his grunts now, even through the sounds of the TV, which was still playin on in their room. Kalpana aunty's huge mature breasts shook, as he tried his best to fuck her, but he hardly paid any attention to the rest of her body.
My heart went out for the loving Kalpana aunty, who just lay there passively, cooperating fully with him, but hardly feeling any pleasure herself. Jatin bhai shifted uncomfortably on his knees many times, trying to re-position himself to enter her better, but owing to his impossibly fat body and rather small cock, it was evident that he was fighting a losing battle. I wondered how much of his cock was he actually able to put inside her, and realized that this couldn't be a very satisfying experience for either one of them.
After trying in vain to fuck her properly, Jatin bhai finally gave a disgruntled grunt, and pulled away from her. Despite trying to lean on top of her body, I realized that it would have been near impossible for him to attain full penetration, since his huge flabby belly came in the way. We heard Kalpana aunty ask him something in a calm voice, even as Jatin bhai shook his head angrily, and crawled forward on his knees towards where he'd originally lain.
His pale skinned relatively small cock, though erect, was not hard, and dangled weekly at his crotch. As he lay back with his back resting against the headrest, Kalpana aunty sat up and turned to look at him. "See what I mean, bhaiyya..." I heard Jigna whisper suddenly " ... poor mummy..." her voice soft, as she glanced at me.
Nodding my head, I turned my gaze back to the crack at the door. I could see an expression of frustration and irritation on Jatin bhai's face, at his inability to even enjoy a good fuck. At that moment, I was sure he was cursing his fate, at being so impossibly fat that he could not even perform well in bed.
We saw Kalpana aunty slide closer to him on the bed, till she too was sitting with her back to the head rest of the bed. Placing her hand on his huge belly, she caressed it gently, and asked him something. We heard him snap at her in response, though we couldn't hear what was being said. There was a hurt expression in Kalpana aunty's eyes for a second, which was quickly replaced by one of resignation to this.
I was sure this was something that had happened many times before, and she was quite used to this. Scowling, Jatin bhai muttered something to her, in response to which she just nodded silently. She slid down towards his thighs and once again took his now deflated penis between her fingers. Lowering her heard towards his crotch, she began to run her tongue along the slimy length of his short stubby cock, while caressing the insides of her massive flabby thighs with her hands.
This time, for a change, Jatin bhai was watching her, and his hands were subconsciously fondling her heavy mature 38-C breasts which were dangling forward and rubbing against his thighs. The dutiful wife that Kalpana aunty was, she was doing her best to revive him again, as she ran his tongue all along his slimy pale skinned cock, and even his hairy balls below.
As his penis began to come to life again, Kalpana aunty quickly slid it into her mouth, and began to manipulate it inside her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, and sucking on it at the same time. As Jatin bhai watched on impassively, Kalpana aunty went about her job of sucking his cock to erection. After some time, I could see that Jatin bhai's cock had almost regained its full erection, even though it was still far from being hard enough.
Grabbing Kalpana aunty's head by the bun of her hair, Jatin bhai roughly pushed her mouth on to his cock, urging her to suck on him harder. My heart went out to Kalpana aunty, as the poor loving woman began to bob her head up and down, doing her best to suck on him harder. Owing to the short length of Jatin bhai's cock, it was not very difficult for Kalpana aunty to take it fully into her mouth. She did that repeatedly, till she heard Jatin bhai give another throaty grunt, and grab hold of the bun of her hair again.
Pulling his rather small cock out of her mouth, she held it in her mouth such that only the swollen tip of his cock was in her mouth, as she began to expertly stroke his cock simultaneously with her thumb and two fingers. I could see that she was swirling her tongue around his cock head, which now had mercifully come out of it's foreskin, even as she began to rapidly stroke his cock with her fingers.
Jatin bhai leaned back against the pillows resting against the head rest of the bed, as his thighs began to quiver. He was trying to lift his hips off the bed, as his cock finally got ready to spew forth its load. Suddenly, he gave a rather loud grunt, and his entire fat flabby body quivered and jerked. He threw his head back and grabbed hold of Kalpana aunty's head by the bun of her hair, and thrust her mouth down on his cock roughly.
By his convulsions, I could make out that he was coming, and what drove me mad was that he had made no attempt to pull his cock out of his wife's mouth before he came. To my utter amazement, the loving Kalpana aunty continued to suck and stroke his cock, even as he came, unable to pull her mouth away since her husband was roughly holding her face in place. After giving a few more convulsive jerks, Jatin bhai let go off Kalpana aunty's hair and fell back against the pillows.
At the same time, I saw Kalpana aunty also straighten, her hand clamped across her mouth, to prevent the semen which her husband and ejaculated into her mouth, from dribbling out. Holding her mouth, she clambered off the bed and quickly moved to the attached bathroom in their bedroom. As we heard her turn on the tap in the wash basin and spit his semen out of her mouth, I whispered to Jigna "Baby, let's go..." starting to pull her by her arm.
"No wait, bhaiya..." she replied, shaking her head urgently at me, and pulling me back by my hand. "Wait and see, bhaiyya..." she urged, once again pressing her face to the crack. I was scared that either Jatin bhai or Kalpana aunty may decide to come out of their bedroom, and we would be caught. But the assurance with which Jigna asked me to stay on, gave me some courage, and I too resumed my spot at the other crack in the door.
Jatin bhai had not even bothered to cover himself up, and had simply rolled over to one side, and seemed to have gone off to sleep. Soon we saw Kalpana aunty re-enter the bedroom, wiping her face with a towel. Seeing Jatin bhai already snoring, his mammoth flabby body rising and falling, she gave another resigned shake of her head.
As she dropped the towel on a chair, and walked towards the bed, I couldn't help but admire yet again, how firm her mature heavy body was, and how her big 38-C breasts sat on her chest with barely a hint of sag, and shook delectably as she walked. With a deep sigh, she sat down heavily on the bed, resting her back against a pillow that she propped up against the headrest of the bed, and idly picked up the remote of the TV.
Dropping the remote on the bed, Kalpana aunty pulled up her knees towards her bosom, and buried her face on her knees. "Poor mummy..." I heard Jigna whisper, the sadness in her voice clearly evident. My thoughts echoed hers, and I just pursed my lips. She sat there in that position with her head buried in her knees for a long time, and my heart went out to this loving woman, who did everything that was expected of a good traditional wife.
Finally, she raised her head, and we could see that her eyes were red. Blowing her nose into the towel which lay nearby, she reached out for a sheet and covered her slob of a husband's sleeping body with the sheet. Picking up the remote of the TV, threw one last glance at her snoring husband, before beginning to idly surf through the channels on the TV. Just watching her sitting like that on the bed, clad only in her black petticoat, her large mature and heavy breasts bared, was enough to make my cock twitch.
As she watched TV, the remote in her right hand, her left hand idly moved along her belly and began to caress her own heavy breasts. As I watched Kalpana aunty deep in some thought, subconsciously caressing her own breasts as she watched TV, I heard Jigna say in a small whisper "Mummy takes care of every one in the house ... but there is no one to take care of her, bhaiyya..." her eyes still on the crack at the door.
My attention was drawn to what Jigna has just said, and I wondered if she meant what I was thinking. "Will my husband be also like this with me, bhaiyya... ?" she asked in a small voice, turning to look up at me. "Of course not, baby..." I said to her in a reassuring whisper, squeezing her shoulder as I said that " ... you'll find someone who'll take care of all your needs..." giving her my best smile.
"Like you, bhaiyya... ?" she asked me in a small voice, those large black eyes of hers gazing intently into mine. "Yes, baby ... like me..." I replied in a whisper, reaching down to caress her pretty dark face. She kept looking into my eyes, as if in deep thought, before saying "Bhaiyya ... you're taking care of me and pappa..." biting her lips as she said that " ... and mummy loves you so much ... then..." her voice faltering.
I waited with baited breath at where she was heading, and my breath caught in my throat as she finally continued " ... then ... why don't you ... why don't you help mummy also, bhaiyya ... why don't you take care of mummy also..." the last few words coming out in a flurry. I felt a hot surge of current course through my veins as I heard this sexy 16-year old teenage college girl say this.
Seeing the look on my face, a nervous expression came to her face too. My mind was in a tizzy, unable to figure out how to respond to her, even as she bit her lips and looked at me apprehensively, realizing she had probably said something she should not have. But the lovely, innocent girl that she was, I knew that she only meant it out of love for her mother, and her unwavering faith in me.
"I'm sorry, bhaiyya..." she mumbled, as she saw my face cloud over. Little did she realize that what she was wishing for, was already something I was fulfilling behind her back. I was consumed with a strange feeling of guilt and lust, unable to figure out whether this was good or bad.
"I'm sorry, bhaiyya..." she repeated, jolting me out of my reverie " ... I shouldn't have said that..." her tone apologetic suddenly. "I know it is not possible for you to feel that way about mummy..." she said in a mumbling whisper, further aggravating my agony. "Oh Jignesh, you bastard..." I thought to myself, wishing this wonderful sexy teenager would stop tormenting me.
Taking a deep breath, I placed my hand on her shoulder, and whispered "It's not that, baby ... you know I love your mummy ... she's the most wonderful human being I've come across so far in my life..." relieved that at least this part of what I was saying was the truth. "It's just that ... umm..." I continued, faltering " ... umm ... you ... we ... don't know how your mummy feels about these things..." finally finding my voice.
"So ... maybe ... it's not right for us ... you and me ... to think about these things ... let alone decide what she wants..." I said in a controlled calm voice, trying my best to keep the tremor out of my voice. I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that here was a barely legal teenager, suggesting to me that I should look at satisfying her mother's sexual needs. "Don't you think so, baby... ?" I asked her in a low whisper, forcing a benign smile on my face.
She appeared to be thoughtful for a moment, before her expression relaxed. Letting out a little sigh, she said "Yes ... maybe you are right, bhaiyya..." though her tone did not seem very convincing. After a pause, she added "But, bhaiyya ... if mummy ever approaches you ... umm ... for taking care of her ... umm ... you'll not refuse her na, bhaiyya... ?" as she clutched my hands and looked into my eyes with those big dark eyes of hers.
"You'll not say no to her na, bhaiyya ... because she's ... umm ... old ... and ... fat... ?" the sexy teenage girl asked me again, making my mouth go dry. Clearing my throat, I swallowed, before saying "No, baby ... I won't ... I promise you, I won't say no to her..." my voice a barely audible whisper. Her face brightened up at that, and I felt yet another surge of guilt course through me, as I thought of what she'd think of me if she knew how much I lusted for her mother.
"I knew you wouldn't, bhaiyya ... I knew..." she replied in a fierce whisper, clutching my hand hard, an excited and pleased smile on her face. On an instinct, she pulled me towards her, and kissed me full on the lips, pressing her hot young body to mine. "I love you, bhaiyya..." she whispered fiercely, clinging on to me. "I love you too, baby..." I said to her with deep regret, feeling thoroughly disgusted with myself.
Suddenly we heard the scbanging sound of a chair being pushed from inside the bedroom, and both of us darted to peep through the crack again. I saw that Kalpana aunty had gotten up from the bed, and was putting on her gown. "Go, baby ... go..." I hissed at Jigna urgently, pulling her away from the door. In a flash, Jigna had raced away into her room, and I ran back to the living room and jumped into the sofa, grabbing hold of the TV remote.
My heart thudding, I lay down on the couch, thrusting the pillows under my head, and began to pretend to be watching the football match on TV, even as I heard the sound of Kalpana aunty's bedroom door opening. I waited with bated breath, wondering what had made Kalpana aunty come out of her room. I kept my eyes glued on the TV, the living room dark except for the flickering light from the screen of the TV.
I heard the soft, guarded footfalls of Kalpana aunty coming out of the bedroom, and walking into the living room. Since the passageway to the living room was behind my head, I could not see her, but I could clearly feel her presence at the doorway. She seemed to have paused at the doorway, as if checking up on me. Then I felt her silently come up towards me on the couch, and just as she reached the armrest of the sofa, against which I was resting my head, I heard her whisper "Beta..."
Pretending to be startled, I jerked my head up, with an exclamation of "Ohh..." even as I began to sit up. "Oh sorry, beta..." she whispered " ... don't get up ... I just came to ... uhh ... see if you were asleep ... and I heard the TV ... so I thought I'd come and switch it off ... if you were asleep, that is..." she mumbled hastily, as if trying to explain to me why she had come here.
She was standing there in front of me, even as I lay on the sofa, and I could clearly see the outline of her upper body through her thin worn night gown, as the flickering light from the TV screen faintly illuminated her body from behind. "Uh ... sorry if the TV disturbed you, aunty..." I mumbled, dry mouthed, my heart beating faster, since I had been up to something behind her back only a few moments ago. "I'll switch off the TV, aunty..." I continued, reaching for the remote.
"No, no, beta..." she said immediately, leaning forward to quickly touch my arm " ... don't worry, beta ... the TV is not disturbing me in any way..." her voice soft, as she smiled at me warmly. "Are you sure, aunty... ?" I persisted, desperately trying to think of something to talk to her. I had not expected her to come out of her bedroom tonight, and was just not prepared for her.
To Be Continued...
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