17-12-2018, 12:22 PM
Part - 38
As she stood there, leaning forward, her left hand resting on her knee, and her right hand touching my arm, I could see how her heavy magnificent breasts dangled forward enticingly under her thin night gown, free of the confines of a bra. There was an awkward silence between us for a moment, before she glanced at the TV and asked "So you also like football, is it, beta... ?" smiling as she attempted to strike up a conversation.
"Umm ... yes, aunty..." relieved to have found something to talk about. "Dharmesh is also crazy about football..." she said fondly, albeit in a low voice, referring to her son, who was living in a hostel in a city a few hours from outs, and studying in college there. It was quite awkward for me to be lying there, while she stood there, leaning forward.
Since she did not seem to be giving any indication of leaving, I said to her "Why don't you sit here for a while, aunty..." pushing myself towards the back rest of the sofa, and patting the edge of the sofa where I'd created some space. "Oh no, it's ok, beta..." she replied quickly in a soft voice " ... I don't want to disturb you ... I know how much you are into football..." giving me a smile, as she began to straighten up.
Even as she straightened, she just stood there awkwardly, her eyes alternating between me and the TV, as if torn between two opposing ideas. Deciding that she couldn't have come to me just to check up on me, and recollecting what had transpired in their bedroom only a few moments back, I reached out and took her hand in mine. Squeezing her hand gently, I said to her in a soft whisper "Aunty ... the match I can watch some other time also ... why don't you sit here with me for a while..." looking into her face, before finishing " ... unless, of course, you want to go to sleep now..."
The bout of fear which had seized me, when she had unexpectedly come out of her room, had passed, and now I was sure that she'd come out because she wanted to be with me. "Actually, beta ... I was not getting sleep ... that's why I came..." she said with an emabarrassed smile, even as she took a step forward, and sat down next to my hips, on the side of the sofa where I had created room for her.
My cock, which had been sporting a hard-on for last hour or so now, gave an encouraging jerk, as I felt her massive hips and buttocks press against my thighs. As I watched silently, she rested her left arm on my abdomen, causing her elbow to brush against the bulging rigidity of my cock under the Berumda shorts. I was sure she noticed the feel of my hardness against her elbow, for she looked into my eyes with a strange kind of look.
"Beta..." she began uncertainly, her voice barely audible, before shaking her head, unable to continue. "Yes, aunty..." I urged her in a low voice, placing my palm on hers, which was resting on my abdomen. "Umm, nothing..." she said in a low voice, dropping her gaze, and shaking her head, as if unsure of what she wanted, and what she was doing. While I was tempted to pull her towards me, and take her, I was aware of the fact that her own daughter, the sexy Jigna, was probably very much awake.
Despite how badly I wanted to take her now, partly to satisfy my raging lust, and partly to give some satisfaction to this loving dutiful housewife and mother, I just could not afford to take the risk of being caught doing something like this with her mother. Despite all that Jigna had said naively about me taking care of her mother's needs, I didn't think she'd ever be able to digest seeing me fucking her own mother.
Not only would it disgust her, but considering how much she seemed to be besotted with me now, it would probably break her heart too. And no matter how heartless and horny a bastard I was, I just couldn't do that to that sweet sexy teenage girl. Just as my mind was grappling with these thoughts, without warning, Kalpana aunty gave a little sigh and bending forward suddenly cupped my face in her hands and kissed me fiercely on the lips.
Caught unawares by her sudden display of pent up passion, it took me a moment to react. As the alarm bells began to ring in my head, I still found myself wrapping my arms around her broad back, and pulling her to me, kissing her back passionately, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, even as my cock stiffened considerably at the feel of those magnificent heavy mature breasts of hers pressing against my muscular torso.
"Ohh, beta..." I heard her moan in a fierce whisper, even as she kissed me passionately, her hands tugging at my hair. She pulled herself away suddenly, a strange expression on her face, battling with her own arousal, as well as the feelings of guilt too which was consuming her. I watched her massive bosom heave under the thin night gown, as she was breathing heavily. Instinctively, my hand reached out and cupped her magnificent heavy womanly breasts through the thin gown, once again marveling at the sheer heaviness and firmness of those mature 38-C breasts.
It never ceased to amaze me how firm her breasts were, even at her age. "Ohh, my dear beta..." she sighed helplessly, placing her own hand over my palm, and pressing my hand to her breasts, even as she bit her lips, and looked at me with an expression of unadulterated love, arousal, and regret. I was beside myself with lust now, and my hand automatically went towards my cock which was raging hard inside the loose Bermuda shorts she'd lent me to wear for the night.
As I squeezed my cock through the shorts, she noticed it. "I know, beta ... I know..." she whispered, nodding her head in understanding, as if trying to convey to me that she could understand how I felt, even as she reached out with her left hand and placed it over the bulge inside my shorts, squeezing it gently.
We sat there in that position for a few moments, with her holding my left hand pressed to her massive breasts through the gown, and with her left hand pressing the rigid shaft of my cock through my shorts, looking at each others face with an expression of helpless desire, our hearts racing. Shaking her head suddenly, as if coming out of her own reveries, she let go off my hand which she was holding pressed to her breasts, and began to hastily fumble with the button of my Bermuda shorts, trying to open it.
"Auntiee..." I whispered urgently, grabbing hold of her fumbling hands, and as she glanced at me, I continued " ... what if Uncle wakes up..." my voice barely a whisper. She shook her head firmly, and with an expression of ill concealed contempt, said "I'll be surprised if he even wakes up if there's an earthquake..." before turning to look into my eyes again.
Seeing the concerned expression on my face, she reached out to caress my cheeks gently, and with a smile said "Don't worry, beta ... he will not get up ... more so after drinking tonight..." her voice tender. "But what about Jigna, aunty..." I continued, still mortified at the thought of me being caught in a compromising position with her. After all, Jigna was the one who had a habit of peeping into her parents' bedroom. And knowing her, I was sure that she would make an attempt to come to me, if I didn't go to her room soon.
At the mention of her daughter's name, Kalpana aunty paused for a moment, and seemed to be thinking. I saw her glance at the passageway that led to their bedrooms, as if trying to arrive at some conclusion. "Uh..." she began her voice unsure " ... I think she will be fast asleep too, beta..." not sounding convincing at all. I wish I was not faced with this kind of a predicament.
On the one hand, I desperately wanted to take the loving buxom Kalpana aunty; while on the other hand, I was dying to creep up to her teenage daughter Jigna's room, and get under the sheets with her, to enjoy her ripe young tender body, for which I'd been craving since morning today. "That's the price you pay for fooling around with everyone, you bastard..." I heard my inner voice say to me.
My mental turmoil was interrupted suddenly by the feel of her hand on my throbbing cock once again, through the thick fabric of the borrowed Bermuda shorts. "Ohh, beta ... you're ... you're so hard..." she said with such fondness and arousal, that my cock gave one more appreciative jerk. Genty caressing my throbbing cock through the shorts, she looked into my eyes tenderly and asked "Were you missing me, beta ... were you missing your Kalpu aunty... ?" her thick lips quivering. "Yes, aunty ... yess..." I found myself answering in a hoarse whisper, placing my hand over hers and pressing them further to my tortured cock.
"Then let me just take care of him, beta..." she whispered in a low voice " ... after that ... after that ... I'll leave..." her eyes gazing fondly at mine, even as she squeezed my cock through the shorts again. My throat was dry, and I could only gaze at her dumby. "Ok, beta... ?" she asked me again tenderly, giving me an understanding smile. This is what I loved this wonderful woman for.
Despite her own desires not being fulfilled, here she was, feeling almost dutibound to take care of me. My breath had caught in my throat, and I was only able to nod dumbly. With a tender smile, she began to slowly open the single button at the waist of my Bermuda shorts, and gently slid down the zip of the fly. As the fly came undone, my hard cock sprang out like an angry snake, slapping against my belly, the tip swollen like a mushroom. "Ohh, beta ... you're so big..." I heard her whisper almost to herself, as her eyes were drawn to my hard cock.
Due to my sustained erection, liberal amounts of pre-cum had oozed out of the slit of my cock, and as a consequence, the tip of my cock was wet and sticky. As she gingerly took hold of my hard throbbing cock in her thick pudgy hands, I heard her repeat to herself again "You're so big..." I realized how appealing she would be finding a cock like mine, which even though was average sized, was quite thick, and far bigger than the puny cock of her fat slob of a husband.
Gazing at my cock lovingly, which shimmered in the flickering lights from the TV, she began to bend forward to take my cock into her mouth, when I caught her arm and tugged at it. As she paused midway and looked at me, I said "Aunty ... I want to ... umm ... your ... your breasts first..." my voice a croaking whisper. At this, a kind smile lit up her face, as she nodded and sat up again. In the faint light which came from the TV, I could see that her gown was not the type which had any buttons at the neck.
As a consequence, there was no way I could have access to her breasts through the neck of her gown. Even as I watched, she stood up quickly, and began to pull up her gown over her neck. I watched, mesmerized, as the loving Kalpana aunty took off her gown for me, just as she had done for her husband a while back in their bedroom. In the flickering light from the TV in the otherwise dark room, her mature heavy yet firm 38-C breasts looked even more mouth watering to me.
Dropping the gown on the floor, she sat down by my side once again, those heavy breasts swaying erotically in front of me. Even as I licked my lips inadvertently, and gazed at her marvelous breasts, capped by those thick dark brown nipples, and those reasonably large brown areolas capping them, I couldn't help but think about what would happen if Jigna were to spot us in this compromising position.
Even before I could dispel those worrying thoughts from my head, Kalpana aunty slid closer to me, and resting her hand on my muscular chest, dangled her magnificent heavy breasts in front of my face. "Here, beta..." she murmured in a soft whisper, looking into my eyes with a loving expression on her face. With a soft groan, I reached out to cup one of her heavy dangling breasts in my hand, even as I raised my head and clamped my mouth on the other one.
A soft cry of pleasure escaped her lips, as she felt both my hands on mouth on her breasts, and her hand instinctively wrapped around my heard, cradling my face to her breasts. "Ohhh, betaaaa..." I heard her hiss in a thick voice, as her hands slid down to my pelvis, and once again took hold of my rigid shaft. As I began to squeeze her left breast, even as I began to lick the erect nipple of the other one, her hand began to stroke my hard throbbing wet-tipped cock gently.
With so much pent up arousal inside me, I went berserk on her breasts, mauling on them, and sucking on them like a maniac, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her. With any other woman, I'd have suspected them of faking such arousal, but with Kalpana aunty, I knew that she was genuinely loving it, for her husband never paid so much attention to her breasts.
Her hands were continuously stroking my hard throbbing cock now, pulling down my foreskin completely, to bare the blood-gorged swollen helmet-shaped tip of my cock. After having my fill of her breasts for the moment, I let my head drop back on the pillow, as both of us just gazed into each other's eyes, as she just continued to stroke my cock gently, her magnificent bosom shaking as her hands moved on my cock.
As I watched her sitting there bare-breasted by my side, clad only in her black petticoat, her hair tied in a bun behind her head, she reached out and placed her free left hand on the other side of my hip. Leaning sideways, as she continued to look at me, she brought her face close to my rock hard slimy cock, even as she continued to stroke it gently.
Closing her eyes, she allowed my cock to rub against her face, as if relishing the feel of my hard cock on her cheeks. My hips jerked upwards in a spontaneous gesture, wanting her to take my cock into her mouth now. Understanding my urgency, she turned her mouth towards my cock, and quite simply, took it into her mouth.
Crazed by the sudden manner in which she'd taken my cock into her mouth, I let out a tiny guttural cry of "Auntieee..." as I arched my back, lifting my hips off the bed, and threw my head back on the pillow. Engulfed by the immensely arousing sensation of her wet warm mouth on my cock, her tongue lovingly licking the swollen tip of my cock inside her mouth, I found myself arching my neck backwards, pushing the back of my head beyond the edge of the armrest of the sofa.
In that position, when I had thrown my head back and arched my neck backwards, I saw something in my upturned field of vision that nearly caused my heart to stop beating. Framed in the doorway, in the faint blue & red flickering lights of the TV, was the unmistakable form of Jigna!
My entire body went rigid, and my heart literally leapt into my mouth, as I blinked my eyes a couple of times to make sure if it was not just a work of my imagination. There was no mistaking it. It was Jigna who stood there watching us, at the frame of the doorway, one hand clutching the frame, while the other hand was in her mouth, ostensibly biting her nails. Kalpana aunty might have sensed something amiss, for she too paused sucking on my cock, and looked up at me.
Seeing where I was looking, she too turned her gaze to the doorway, and when she saw what I had seen, a little cry of fear and alarm, escaped her lips, as her hands too flew to her mouth. I was stunned numb for a moment, and found myself saying in a hoarse croak "Jigna..." to myself, Kalpana aunty, and perhaps her too.
"Oh my God ... oh my God..." I heard Kalpana aunty cry to herself in alarm, sliding down the sofa and slumping down on the floor besides the sofa, fumbling for her gown which she had dropped on the floor. Grabbing hold of the discarded gown, she pulled it towards her chest, in an attempt to cover her nudity, and more so, her utter shame and mortification at being caught by her own daughter, sucking off her neighbor's young son. I heard a little sob escape her lips, as she buried her face in the gown, which she was clutching in her hands.
At that moment, I so desperately wished that the ground would open up and swallow me, sparing me the ignominy of this sexy lovely teenage girl finding me indulging in sexual acts with her own mother. I sat up slowly on the couch, and turned to look at her again, my movements in slow motion. For some strange inexplicable reason, my cock still remained rock hard, quivering like some angry snake, from which a bowl of milk had just been snatched away.
Pulling my t-shirt down in a vain attempt to cover my erection, I looked at Jigna. She seemed to be frozen to her spot, and finally when Kalpana aunty raised her head from her gown, I saw her move. Slowly, her form, still clad in that oversized t-shirt and the pajama, separated from the frame of the doorway, and to my utter shock, began to walk towards us. Both I and Kalpana aunty just gazed at her, our voices and breath frozen in our throats, as Jigna slowly walked towards her.
As she came closer, in the flickering light of the TV, I saw that there was a curious, almost unreadable, expression on her face. I was expecting shock, anger, disgust, hatred, betrayal and what not to be clouding her face, but she had an almost calm, understanding, though somewhat confused look in her eyes. She came forward silently and just knelt down on the floor besides her mother. With a little sob, Kalpana aunty once again buried her face in the gown that she was still clutching to her chest.
Worldlessly, Jigna reached out to place her hand gently on her mother's bare shoulder, even as she turned to look at me, her expression still unreadable, and placed her other hand on my bare knee. "Jigna ... I'm..." I found myself beginning to mumble, her voice sounding like it was coming from somewhere far away. Kalpana aunty was still unable to get herself to look at her daughter, and throwing a glace at her mother, Jigna turned to me again.
Then to my stunned disbelief, she squeezed my knee, and said softly "Bhaiyya ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry I was spying on you like this..." her voice barely audible. I was not sure whether I'd heard her right, but before I could ask, she turned to her mother, and repeated the same thing "Mummy ... I'm ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ... I should not have..." letting her sentence unfinished. Kalpana aunty's face jerked up from her hands, and as she looked in wide eyed disbelief at her daughter, I saw that her eyes were red from tears.
Through quivering lips, Kalpana aunty said "Oh, beti ... oh, beti ... I'm ... I'm so ... so sorry ... so sorry..." repeating herself over and over again, even as the tears began to flow down her cheeks, as her lips quivered and she shook her head from side to side. I was going out of my mind now at what was going on. Far from screaming at each other, and throwing tantrums, here was every one apologizing to each other.
With a groan, I clutched my head, and buried my face in my hands, resting my elbows on my knees. If there ever was a royal screw-up by me, this one took the cake. "Mummy ... it's ok ... it's ok..." I heard Jigna say in a soft whisper to her mother, reaching out to wrap her left arm around her mother's bare shouder in an almost motherly way. It was strange to see a teenage girl, comforting her own mother in this way.
Seeing me sitting there, with my head buried in my palms, feeling like a total jerk, Jigna reached out for me with her other hand, and placed it on my knee. Despite this absolutely sickening situation that I found myself in, I found my cock respond to Jigna's touch, still unexplicably hard, and giving a little lurch. "Bhaiyyya ... look at me, please..." I heard her whisper, squeezing my knee.
Kalpana aunty had managed to get some semblance of control over herself, and was now wiping her tear-streaked face with her gown, still trying her best to cover her breasts with the gown. Still keeping her left arm across her mother's shoulder, Jigna said to me "Bhaiyya ... I know that mummy loves you..." her voice an urgent whisper. Seeing that dumbfounded expression on my face, she turned to her mother, and said "Mummy ... mummy ... look at me please..."
When Kalpana aunty raised her head, her face flushed, and her lips quivering, Jigna repeated "Mummy ... I know that you love Jignesh bhaiyya ... and I know that he loves you too ... so it's ok ... it's ok..." trying to reassure her mother, to my completely stunned disbelief. I couldn't even begin to imagine, how this teenage girl could be so magnanimous, and how she could look at things with such maturity beyond her age. Forcing a smile on her lips, Jigna said to her mother "Mummy ... first I didn't know what I was feeling ... but now I know..." pausing for a moment. Turning to look at my face, an almost wise and benign look on her face, Jigna continued "After seeing you with Jignesh bhaiyya, mummy ... now I know that ... that what I also feel for him ... is love..." gazing at me even though the words were addressed to her mother.
Pulling her gaze away from my dazed face, she turned to her mother and repeated "Just like you ... I also love Jignesh bhaiiya, mummy ... I also love him..." the last four words spoken with a certain degree of finality to it. "I know, beti ... I know..." I heard Kalpana aunty, her voice broken, as she struggled to regain her composure. I sat there, like a fish out of water, desperately trying to figure out how a woman's brains functioned, even as both mother and daughter, knelt there on the floor, looking at me, as if seeking some direction from me.
"Mummy..." Jigna began again, her gaze alternating between me and her mother " ... I know that Jignesh bhaiyya is like my brother ... just like for you he is like your son..." speaking slowly as if choosing her words carefully. "But still ... you only said no mummy ... that it is possible to love a person in more than one way..." turning to look at her mother.
As Kalpana aunty gazed at her own daughter, as surprised as I was at the surprising maturity she was displaying, Jigna continued "So, mummy ... why can't it be the same with me ... isn't it possible for me also to love Jignesh bhaiyya in a different way ... just like you do..." her expression a plaintive plea, her beautiful wide eyes looking into her mother's eyes.
Kalpana aunty just looked at her daughter silently for a while, before blinking, and swallowing. "Yes, beti ... you're right..." she finally said, her voice still husky from crying. "You're right..." she repeated, turning her gaze to me, a helpless yet understanding expression on her face.
Strangely enough, Kalpana aunty was looking at me, as if waiting for me say something. When she saw the confused look on my face, she managed a weak smile, and said "But, it's also important to know if Jignesh loves you, isn't it, beti... ?" the statement directed to her daughter but her gaze on me.
My mind was racing trying to comprehend, what these two women were trying to say. On the one hand, I was beginning to see the outlines of a pattern in what Jigna was trying to achieve. She was trying to use this situation to officially get her mother's concurrence on having a 'different' kind of relationship with me, apart from the society-enforced 'brother-sister' relation we were supposed to have. That much made sense.
But on the other hand, I was not able to figure out what Kalpana aunty was trying to achieve by asking me in front of her daughter, what I thought about her her daughter. Didn't she already know that I was fond of her? I wondered if she was just trying to test me. Or perhaps she just wanted me to give her daughter the reassurance that her affections and feelings were not misplaced on me; especially in light of the fact that I and Kalpana aunty had been caught in a position, where the kind of relationship we shared was now plainly visible to her daughter.
That's when I realized what she was thinking. Jigna now knew what was the kind of relationship that I had with her mother; but Kalpana aunty had no idea about the real nature of my relationship with Jigna! She had no idea that I was already so deeply involved physically with her daughter; and therefore, she was just trying to get me to reassure her daughter; by getting me to acknowledge that I shared the same kind of liking for Jigna too. That way, Kalpana aunty could not only make her daughter happier, but also in some way assuage her own guilt.
As mother and daughter sat their on the floor, looking up at me expectantly, I heard Jigna blink her large beautiful dark eyes, and ask in a barely audible whisper "Bhaiyya ... what mummy is asking is ... do you ... uhh ... do you also love me... ?" The manner in which she asked this, so full of hope, and so full of trust, that my heart went out to her. I saw Kalpana aunty give me a reassuring kind of smile, and nod her head imperceptibly, as if giving me her tacit approval to say yes.
"Yes, Jigna ... I do..." I managed to croak, my own voice failing me. After all, how many times in your life did one express love for a teenage girl, knowing fully when the sexual connotations it involved, and right in front of her own mother? "Oh, bhaiyya..." I heard Jigna exclaim, as she jumped up and came into my arms. Embarrassed, I embraced her rather tentatively, unable to ignore the feel of her ripe young teenage body, press against mine.
Over her shoulders, I glanced at Kalpana aunty, who to my big relief, and immense joy, nodded her head in assent, and smiled at me reassuringly. "I love you, bhaiiya..." I head Jigna whisper fiercely into my ears, even as she clung on to me. I was wearing only my t-shirt, and my exposed cock, which by now had lost some of its hardness, pressed against Jigna's taut belly.
Seeing this unbridled expression of love being displayed unabashedly by her daughter, Kalpana aunty turned away her gaze, clearly embarrassed at being present here now. She began to fidget with her discarded gown, which she was still holding to her chest, trying her best to cover her magnificent heavy breasts. Finally letting go off me, Jigna slid on to the sofa by my side, and said to her mother "Mummy ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry I disturbed you ... if you want I'll leave now..." her face both embarrassed as well as naughty and teasing at the same time.
There was a faint hint of a smile on Jigna's lips as she said that, and I saw the color rush up to Kalpana aunty's face. It was an incredibly erotic sight for me to see this young teenage college girl, trying to tease her mother with regard to sexual matters. "No, no, beti..." Kalpana aunty replied, embarrassed completely "I'll leave now ... you two can..." unable to finish her sentence.
My cock gave another lurch under the tail of my t-shirt at what she was suggesting now. I had to make a choice quickly on who I wanted to spend the night with, now that both mother and daughter were offering to leave me to the each other respectively. Quickly making up my mind, I smiled and said "No one's going anywhere ... ok..." reaching out to hold Jigna's hand with one hand, while extending the open palm of my other hand to Kalpana aunty in invitation.
"Yes, yes..." Jigna exclaimed, her face brightening up with a lovely smile, as Kalpana aunty just smiled embarrassedly, and took my extended hand. As I had reached out with both hands, my t-shirt had ridden up, and my fully erect cock came into view. "Ohh ... it's so big..." I heard Jigna exclaim with a sharp intake of breath, as both she and Kalpana aunty spotted my erect cock almost at the same time. Jigna's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with amazement and shock.
I almost smiled to myself, at how smart a cookie this hot sexy teenager was. In one shot, she'd killed two birds. One, she'd conveyed her interest in my cock to her watching mother; and two, she'd also conveyed to her mother how shocked she seemingly was, at seeing a man's penis, as if for the first time! Kalpana aunty was thoroughly embarrassed, and by the look on her face, I could see that she wished she was someplace else.
Ignoring her presence, Jigna looked at me with a suitably stunned expression in her eyes, her hands still clamped to her mouth, and asked me in a small child-like voice "Can I ... can I touch it, bhaiyya... ?" her eyes wide, yet twinkling merrily, enjoying the little game of an innocent awed girl that she was playing.
I glanced at Kalpana aunty to see her expression, and saw her give me a sublte nod, and quickly avert her gaze. Though I empathized with Kalpana aunty's awkwardness, I wanted her too to be part of her dalliance here. "Uhh ... sure, Jigna..." I replied with suitable awkwardness from my side too, before adding " ... but why don't you ask your mummy first ... if it's ok..." looking pointedly at Kalpana aunty, even as I spoke to Jigna.
Throwing me a knowing smile, Jigna turned to her mother like an excited kid, and asked "Mummy ... is is ok ... if I ... I hold it... ?" her tone so plaintive that anyone would have agreed. "Uhh ... umm ... ok, beta..." Kalpana aunty mumbled, completely flustered now, and at a loss for words. With a little excited sigh, Jigna reached out tentatively, and placing her left hand on my bare thigh, gingerly took hold of my erect throbbing cock.
I suppressed a groan of arousal, and bit my lips at the feel of this sexy barely 17-year old teenager taking hold of my cock, in the presence of her own mature buxom and desirable mother! "Ohh, mummy..." I heard Jigna breathe " ... it's so hard..." her eyes on my swollen cock, even as I saw Kalpana aunty's gaze drawn to my cock. There was a look of longing, tinged with shame and embarrassment, as she watched her daughter hold my hard throbbing cock in her tender young hands.
I could imagine how Kalpana aunty was feeling right now. How would any mother feel, if she saw her virgin teenage daughter, so fascinated by a young man's cock, and feeling it with her consent. Jigna was sitting very close to me now, and with my shock and embarrassment beginning to fade, was beginning to feel really aroused now.
Continuing to hold on to my cock gingerly, she looked up at me, and asked in a small voice "Bhaiyya ... does it feel nice when someone kisses you ... there... ?" referring to my cock. "Umm ... yes..." I managed to reply, getting more and more turned on by the minute, and enjoying the way the sexy little Jigna was manipulating the situation. "I don't know how to kiss, bhaiyya ... will you teach me how to kiss... ?" she asked, tilting her head to one side, and batting her eyelashes.
Through the corner of my eyes, I saw the embarrassed Kalpana aunty looking at both of us. Deciding that I had to get her involved at any cost, I diverted the question to Kalpana aunty and asked her "Uh, aunty ... is it ok if I ... umm ... teach Jigna ... umm ... how to kiss..." sounding suitably emabarrassed myself. "Uhh, sure ... yes, beta..." Kalpana aunty mumbled hastily, still clutching on to her crumpled gown to her bosom, even though she avoided looking me in the eye.
Leaning forward, I extended my hand to Kalpana aunty, urging her with my eyes to take my hand. As she looked at me shyly, and took my hand, I pulled her towards me, causing her to come closer to me. She looked up at me nervously, still clutching on to that crumpled discarded gown of hers, covering her bosom. Satisfied that I had her attention, I turned towards Jigna, who was still holding on to my cock like a college-girl holding on to a supporting rod in a bus.
Pulling her towards me, I planted my lips on hers, and kissed her tenderly. Jigna gave a little groan and twisted her torso sideways towards me, and kissed me back with urgency. I took it easy, since I didn't want Kalpana aunty to get the impression that this had been something we'd done many times before. Sliding my free left hand behind Jigna's back, unseen to Kalpana aunty, I tapped her on the back gently, indicating to her to take it easy as well.
The smart girl that she was, she got the hint, and returned to her coy demeanor once again. Pulliing my lips away from her, I glanced at her flushed face, and was overjoyed to see an expression of pure rapture on her face. "Ohh, bhaiyya ... that felt so nice ... so wonderful..." she gushed like the excited college girl that she was, who'd just been kissed for the first time in her life.
"She'll make a good actress..." I thought to myself, even as I smiled and winked at her, saying "I'm glad you liked it, Jigna..." trying to keep my voice level. Turning to look at Kalpana aunty, I smiled at her, and said "Thank you, aunty..." Her face took on a flustered expression, as she smiled weekly and replied "Why are you thanking me, beta ... I didn't do anything..." her embarrassment still not deserting her.
Letting go off Jigna, I leaned forward towards her, and said "Thank you for accepting me, aunty ... in your family..." taking hold of both her hands and clasping them in mine. Since I took both of her hands in mine, the crumpled gown, which she was holding on to, slipped out of her hands, and fell in a heap in her lap, baring those magnificent mature breasts of hers to my view once again.
"Oh, beta..." was all that she was able to muster, the shame rushing to her face once again at her breasts being bared in front of her daughter, to an outsider like me. "Ohh, mummy..." I heard Jigna whisper " ... your breasts are so beautiful..." looking at her mother's breasts with fascination. My cock jerked involuntarily, when I heard this sexy teenage girl compliment her mother on her breasts.
Once again, the color rushed to Kalpana aunty's dark flush face, and she just mumbled something embarrassedly. "When will mine become big like yours, mummy... ?" Jigna exclaimed in a child-like squeal, straightening her back, and jutting out her chest to display her young ripe teenage breasts projecting through the knit fabric of her over-sized collared t-shirt.
Kalpana aunty, for the first time, since we'd been caught by Jigna, laughed with genuine joy, and smiling at her daughter, said "They will, beta ... they will ... when you grow up..." a fond motherly expression on her face. Satisfied, Jigna turned to me, and said "Do you like my breasts, bhaiyya..." smiling like an excited college girl, and straightening her shoulders to show her chest to me.
I laughed, as I replied "Well ... I haven't seen them ... have I, Jigna..." a naughty glint in my eyes as I winked at her, unseen by her mother. "Ohh..." replied Jigna, the color rushing to her face, when she heard that. Before either one of us could say anything, Jigna quickly pulled up loose over-sized boys t-shirt over her head, and flung it on the floor. Twisting her torso towars me, she straightened her back once again, and jutted out her chest, displaying those utterly delicious young ripe 32-B teenage breasts for my appreciation.
"Oh, baby..." I heard myself groan, as I gazed at the incredibly sexy sight of this teenage girl showing me her beautifully shaped, ripe, firm breasts, capped by those perky erect dark nipples and small dark areolas. "You're ... I mean ... they're beautiful, Jigna ... really beautiful..." I said in a hoarse whisper, incredibly aroused both by the sight of her young breasts, and the totally uninhibited manner in which she was showing them to me.
"Really, bhaiyya... ?" she exclaimed excitedly, straightening her shoulders once again, a wide eyed look of joy on her face. "Yes, baby ... really..." I groaned, unable to bear the tormenting any more. Somehow, this teenage girl's utterly innocent behavior was lightening the tension in the air. Had it not been for her uninhibited exuberance, I could well imagine what this situation would have turned into. After all, it was not every day that a teenage girl discovered that her mother was having an affair with a boy who was half her age. Though I had been with more than one woman at the same time quite a few times before, never before had the situation been so utterly erotic.
A 38-something mother of two, bare breasted and clad only in a petticoat, with the kind of heavy body that you could fuck all day long, sitting on the floor right in front of me in their own living room, with her husband drunk and dead to the world inside their bedroom, and her young teenage college going daughter, also bare breasted, sitting right next to me on the couch, and displaying her firm budding teenage breasts to me as well as her mother. Cupping her breasts with both hands, Jigna turned to Kalpana aunty and said "See mummy ... they've grown big now ... haven't they... ?" her voice proud yet innocent.
Throwing an embarrassed glance at me, Kalpana aunty replied "Umm ... yes, beta..." her voice hoarse in her throat. "You know mummy ... when Jignesh bhaiya took me shopping ... the didi there told me I should start wearing bras now ... that's why Jignesh bhaiya bought those bras for me..." she said in an excited yet pleased voice.
Swallowing to find her voice, Kalpana aunty said "Yes ... I know..." struggling to deal with the utterly care free manner in which her daughter was discussing these matters with her in front of me, even as she turned to look at me and added " ... he is very thoughtful..." trying bravely to smile at me despite her discomfiture.
Alarmed that the naïve Jigna would blurt out more things than necessary, I butted in by saying "You know, Jigna ... you'll grow up to a very beautiful young lady..." subtely nudging her with my toe, urging her with my eyes to shut up. She looked at me with a dumb expression on her face, unable to make out head or tail of where that remark came from, before comprehension dawned on her face, and she smiled brightly. "Oh, thank you, bhaiyya..." she gushed, batting her eye lashes coyly once again.
There was a brief moment of awkward silence between all of us, before Jigna mercifully changed the topic. Turning to look at her mother, she said "Uh, mummy ... I'm sorry I disturbed you ... umm ... I know you and bhaiya were ... umm ... making love..." struggling to find the right words, as she turned to look at me and her mother in turns. "Umm ... you please continue, mummy ... I ... uhh ... won't disturb you..." she said awkwardly, pushing herself away from me on the sofa, and pulling her legs up to sit cross legged on one end of the sofa.
As the color rushed to Kalpana aunty's face, and her face burned with embarrassment, Jigna added "I'll ... umm ... just sit here ... and watch..." drawing a share exclamation of surprise from me too! This incredible teenager was telling us to go ahead and make out, even as she would sit there and watch!
My cock, which was hidden under the rather long t-shirt I was wearing, gave a lurch at these words, and I felt my throat go dry. Kalpana aunty just looked too stunned for anything, and except for wide eyed look, she didn't utter a word. But I could see how her magnificent breasts heaved, as she struggled to come to terms with what her daughter was saying, her lips parted, and her breath becoming shallow.
Seeing the dumb founded look on my face, Jigna said "What happened, bhaiyya ... don't you like mummy... ?" her expression as normal as it could be. As Kalpana aunty lowered her gaze to look at her lap, unable to face us any more, Jigna signaled to me with her eyes ferverently, urging me to respond in the affirmative. Clearing my throat, I answered "Of course ... I like aunty..." my voice sounding strange in my ears.
When Kalpana aunty glanced up at me, there was a look of helplessness in her eyes, as if she was beseeching me to rescue her from this extremely awkward situation somehow. "But Jigna ... I don't know if your mummy is comfortable..." I added, even as Kalpana aunty dropped her gaze to her lap once again. There was silence once again, as Kalpana aunty just continued to gaze at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers, and Jigna waited, her eyes darting from me to her mother. I could sense what she was trying to do.
She was trying to address three issues at once. One, she was trying to cement her own relationship with me in her mother's eyes, and what better way to do it by getting her mother to consent to it in front of me. Two, she was trying her best to make her mother feel loved by me, having seen with her own eyes what her sexual life had come to.
And three, she was trying to lessen her mother's guilt at being caught, by conveying to her that not only did she condole it, but also encouraged it. I couldn't decide whether the teenage Jigna was just being incredibly naïve and nice, or incredibly smart. I concluded there were no straight answers; and that it was probably a bit of both.
Watching mother and daughter sit there, I decided that it was time I took control of the situation. Nodding at Jigna, I turned to Kalpana aunty and reached out to touch her bare shoulder. I couldn't risk standing up, as that would have brought my erect cock to open view. As she looked, I said to her gently "Aunty ... please come and sit here..." patting the empty side of the sofa on my left. When she looked into my eyes with that same helpless expression, I just blinked my eyes slowly, and nodded to her subtely, asking her with my eyes to trust me.
As Kalpana aunty rose to her feet slowly, avoiding looking at either one of us, I once again gazed with desire at the way her magnificent firm 38-C breasts swayed. As Kalpana aunty sat down tentatively by my side on the sofa, I threw a glance at Jigna, who had a grateful smile on her face. With her eyes, she urged me to make her mother feel comfortable. I gazed into her eyes for a brief moment, trying to decipher if there was some perverse intent in what she was coaxing her mother into, but concluded that there was none.
To Be COntiued..
As she stood there, leaning forward, her left hand resting on her knee, and her right hand touching my arm, I could see how her heavy magnificent breasts dangled forward enticingly under her thin night gown, free of the confines of a bra. There was an awkward silence between us for a moment, before she glanced at the TV and asked "So you also like football, is it, beta... ?" smiling as she attempted to strike up a conversation.
"Umm ... yes, aunty..." relieved to have found something to talk about. "Dharmesh is also crazy about football..." she said fondly, albeit in a low voice, referring to her son, who was living in a hostel in a city a few hours from outs, and studying in college there. It was quite awkward for me to be lying there, while she stood there, leaning forward.
Since she did not seem to be giving any indication of leaving, I said to her "Why don't you sit here for a while, aunty..." pushing myself towards the back rest of the sofa, and patting the edge of the sofa where I'd created some space. "Oh no, it's ok, beta..." she replied quickly in a soft voice " ... I don't want to disturb you ... I know how much you are into football..." giving me a smile, as she began to straighten up.
Even as she straightened, she just stood there awkwardly, her eyes alternating between me and the TV, as if torn between two opposing ideas. Deciding that she couldn't have come to me just to check up on me, and recollecting what had transpired in their bedroom only a few moments back, I reached out and took her hand in mine. Squeezing her hand gently, I said to her in a soft whisper "Aunty ... the match I can watch some other time also ... why don't you sit here with me for a while..." looking into her face, before finishing " ... unless, of course, you want to go to sleep now..."
The bout of fear which had seized me, when she had unexpectedly come out of her room, had passed, and now I was sure that she'd come out because she wanted to be with me. "Actually, beta ... I was not getting sleep ... that's why I came..." she said with an emabarrassed smile, even as she took a step forward, and sat down next to my hips, on the side of the sofa where I had created room for her.
My cock, which had been sporting a hard-on for last hour or so now, gave an encouraging jerk, as I felt her massive hips and buttocks press against my thighs. As I watched silently, she rested her left arm on my abdomen, causing her elbow to brush against the bulging rigidity of my cock under the Berumda shorts. I was sure she noticed the feel of my hardness against her elbow, for she looked into my eyes with a strange kind of look.
"Beta..." she began uncertainly, her voice barely audible, before shaking her head, unable to continue. "Yes, aunty..." I urged her in a low voice, placing my palm on hers, which was resting on my abdomen. "Umm, nothing..." she said in a low voice, dropping her gaze, and shaking her head, as if unsure of what she wanted, and what she was doing. While I was tempted to pull her towards me, and take her, I was aware of the fact that her own daughter, the sexy Jigna, was probably very much awake.
Despite how badly I wanted to take her now, partly to satisfy my raging lust, and partly to give some satisfaction to this loving dutiful housewife and mother, I just could not afford to take the risk of being caught doing something like this with her mother. Despite all that Jigna had said naively about me taking care of her mother's needs, I didn't think she'd ever be able to digest seeing me fucking her own mother.
Not only would it disgust her, but considering how much she seemed to be besotted with me now, it would probably break her heart too. And no matter how heartless and horny a bastard I was, I just couldn't do that to that sweet sexy teenage girl. Just as my mind was grappling with these thoughts, without warning, Kalpana aunty gave a little sigh and bending forward suddenly cupped my face in her hands and kissed me fiercely on the lips.
Caught unawares by her sudden display of pent up passion, it took me a moment to react. As the alarm bells began to ring in my head, I still found myself wrapping my arms around her broad back, and pulling her to me, kissing her back passionately, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, even as my cock stiffened considerably at the feel of those magnificent heavy mature breasts of hers pressing against my muscular torso.
"Ohh, beta..." I heard her moan in a fierce whisper, even as she kissed me passionately, her hands tugging at my hair. She pulled herself away suddenly, a strange expression on her face, battling with her own arousal, as well as the feelings of guilt too which was consuming her. I watched her massive bosom heave under the thin night gown, as she was breathing heavily. Instinctively, my hand reached out and cupped her magnificent heavy womanly breasts through the thin gown, once again marveling at the sheer heaviness and firmness of those mature 38-C breasts.
It never ceased to amaze me how firm her breasts were, even at her age. "Ohh, my dear beta..." she sighed helplessly, placing her own hand over my palm, and pressing my hand to her breasts, even as she bit her lips, and looked at me with an expression of unadulterated love, arousal, and regret. I was beside myself with lust now, and my hand automatically went towards my cock which was raging hard inside the loose Bermuda shorts she'd lent me to wear for the night.
As I squeezed my cock through the shorts, she noticed it. "I know, beta ... I know..." she whispered, nodding her head in understanding, as if trying to convey to me that she could understand how I felt, even as she reached out with her left hand and placed it over the bulge inside my shorts, squeezing it gently.
We sat there in that position for a few moments, with her holding my left hand pressed to her massive breasts through the gown, and with her left hand pressing the rigid shaft of my cock through my shorts, looking at each others face with an expression of helpless desire, our hearts racing. Shaking her head suddenly, as if coming out of her own reveries, she let go off my hand which she was holding pressed to her breasts, and began to hastily fumble with the button of my Bermuda shorts, trying to open it.
"Auntiee..." I whispered urgently, grabbing hold of her fumbling hands, and as she glanced at me, I continued " ... what if Uncle wakes up..." my voice barely a whisper. She shook her head firmly, and with an expression of ill concealed contempt, said "I'll be surprised if he even wakes up if there's an earthquake..." before turning to look into my eyes again.
Seeing the concerned expression on my face, she reached out to caress my cheeks gently, and with a smile said "Don't worry, beta ... he will not get up ... more so after drinking tonight..." her voice tender. "But what about Jigna, aunty..." I continued, still mortified at the thought of me being caught in a compromising position with her. After all, Jigna was the one who had a habit of peeping into her parents' bedroom. And knowing her, I was sure that she would make an attempt to come to me, if I didn't go to her room soon.
At the mention of her daughter's name, Kalpana aunty paused for a moment, and seemed to be thinking. I saw her glance at the passageway that led to their bedrooms, as if trying to arrive at some conclusion. "Uh..." she began her voice unsure " ... I think she will be fast asleep too, beta..." not sounding convincing at all. I wish I was not faced with this kind of a predicament.
On the one hand, I desperately wanted to take the loving buxom Kalpana aunty; while on the other hand, I was dying to creep up to her teenage daughter Jigna's room, and get under the sheets with her, to enjoy her ripe young tender body, for which I'd been craving since morning today. "That's the price you pay for fooling around with everyone, you bastard..." I heard my inner voice say to me.
My mental turmoil was interrupted suddenly by the feel of her hand on my throbbing cock once again, through the thick fabric of the borrowed Bermuda shorts. "Ohh, beta ... you're ... you're so hard..." she said with such fondness and arousal, that my cock gave one more appreciative jerk. Genty caressing my throbbing cock through the shorts, she looked into my eyes tenderly and asked "Were you missing me, beta ... were you missing your Kalpu aunty... ?" her thick lips quivering. "Yes, aunty ... yess..." I found myself answering in a hoarse whisper, placing my hand over hers and pressing them further to my tortured cock.
"Then let me just take care of him, beta..." she whispered in a low voice " ... after that ... after that ... I'll leave..." her eyes gazing fondly at mine, even as she squeezed my cock through the shorts again. My throat was dry, and I could only gaze at her dumby. "Ok, beta... ?" she asked me again tenderly, giving me an understanding smile. This is what I loved this wonderful woman for.
Despite her own desires not being fulfilled, here she was, feeling almost dutibound to take care of me. My breath had caught in my throat, and I was only able to nod dumbly. With a tender smile, she began to slowly open the single button at the waist of my Bermuda shorts, and gently slid down the zip of the fly. As the fly came undone, my hard cock sprang out like an angry snake, slapping against my belly, the tip swollen like a mushroom. "Ohh, beta ... you're so big..." I heard her whisper almost to herself, as her eyes were drawn to my hard cock.
Due to my sustained erection, liberal amounts of pre-cum had oozed out of the slit of my cock, and as a consequence, the tip of my cock was wet and sticky. As she gingerly took hold of my hard throbbing cock in her thick pudgy hands, I heard her repeat to herself again "You're so big..." I realized how appealing she would be finding a cock like mine, which even though was average sized, was quite thick, and far bigger than the puny cock of her fat slob of a husband.
Gazing at my cock lovingly, which shimmered in the flickering lights from the TV, she began to bend forward to take my cock into her mouth, when I caught her arm and tugged at it. As she paused midway and looked at me, I said "Aunty ... I want to ... umm ... your ... your breasts first..." my voice a croaking whisper. At this, a kind smile lit up her face, as she nodded and sat up again. In the faint light which came from the TV, I could see that her gown was not the type which had any buttons at the neck.
As a consequence, there was no way I could have access to her breasts through the neck of her gown. Even as I watched, she stood up quickly, and began to pull up her gown over her neck. I watched, mesmerized, as the loving Kalpana aunty took off her gown for me, just as she had done for her husband a while back in their bedroom. In the flickering light from the TV in the otherwise dark room, her mature heavy yet firm 38-C breasts looked even more mouth watering to me.
Dropping the gown on the floor, she sat down by my side once again, those heavy breasts swaying erotically in front of me. Even as I licked my lips inadvertently, and gazed at her marvelous breasts, capped by those thick dark brown nipples, and those reasonably large brown areolas capping them, I couldn't help but think about what would happen if Jigna were to spot us in this compromising position.
Even before I could dispel those worrying thoughts from my head, Kalpana aunty slid closer to me, and resting her hand on my muscular chest, dangled her magnificent heavy breasts in front of my face. "Here, beta..." she murmured in a soft whisper, looking into my eyes with a loving expression on her face. With a soft groan, I reached out to cup one of her heavy dangling breasts in my hand, even as I raised my head and clamped my mouth on the other one.
A soft cry of pleasure escaped her lips, as she felt both my hands on mouth on her breasts, and her hand instinctively wrapped around my heard, cradling my face to her breasts. "Ohhh, betaaaa..." I heard her hiss in a thick voice, as her hands slid down to my pelvis, and once again took hold of my rigid shaft. As I began to squeeze her left breast, even as I began to lick the erect nipple of the other one, her hand began to stroke my hard throbbing wet-tipped cock gently.
With so much pent up arousal inside me, I went berserk on her breasts, mauling on them, and sucking on them like a maniac, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her. With any other woman, I'd have suspected them of faking such arousal, but with Kalpana aunty, I knew that she was genuinely loving it, for her husband never paid so much attention to her breasts.
Her hands were continuously stroking my hard throbbing cock now, pulling down my foreskin completely, to bare the blood-gorged swollen helmet-shaped tip of my cock. After having my fill of her breasts for the moment, I let my head drop back on the pillow, as both of us just gazed into each other's eyes, as she just continued to stroke my cock gently, her magnificent bosom shaking as her hands moved on my cock.
As I watched her sitting there bare-breasted by my side, clad only in her black petticoat, her hair tied in a bun behind her head, she reached out and placed her free left hand on the other side of my hip. Leaning sideways, as she continued to look at me, she brought her face close to my rock hard slimy cock, even as she continued to stroke it gently.
Closing her eyes, she allowed my cock to rub against her face, as if relishing the feel of my hard cock on her cheeks. My hips jerked upwards in a spontaneous gesture, wanting her to take my cock into her mouth now. Understanding my urgency, she turned her mouth towards my cock, and quite simply, took it into her mouth.
Crazed by the sudden manner in which she'd taken my cock into her mouth, I let out a tiny guttural cry of "Auntieee..." as I arched my back, lifting my hips off the bed, and threw my head back on the pillow. Engulfed by the immensely arousing sensation of her wet warm mouth on my cock, her tongue lovingly licking the swollen tip of my cock inside her mouth, I found myself arching my neck backwards, pushing the back of my head beyond the edge of the armrest of the sofa.
In that position, when I had thrown my head back and arched my neck backwards, I saw something in my upturned field of vision that nearly caused my heart to stop beating. Framed in the doorway, in the faint blue & red flickering lights of the TV, was the unmistakable form of Jigna!
My entire body went rigid, and my heart literally leapt into my mouth, as I blinked my eyes a couple of times to make sure if it was not just a work of my imagination. There was no mistaking it. It was Jigna who stood there watching us, at the frame of the doorway, one hand clutching the frame, while the other hand was in her mouth, ostensibly biting her nails. Kalpana aunty might have sensed something amiss, for she too paused sucking on my cock, and looked up at me.
Seeing where I was looking, she too turned her gaze to the doorway, and when she saw what I had seen, a little cry of fear and alarm, escaped her lips, as her hands too flew to her mouth. I was stunned numb for a moment, and found myself saying in a hoarse croak "Jigna..." to myself, Kalpana aunty, and perhaps her too.
"Oh my God ... oh my God..." I heard Kalpana aunty cry to herself in alarm, sliding down the sofa and slumping down on the floor besides the sofa, fumbling for her gown which she had dropped on the floor. Grabbing hold of the discarded gown, she pulled it towards her chest, in an attempt to cover her nudity, and more so, her utter shame and mortification at being caught by her own daughter, sucking off her neighbor's young son. I heard a little sob escape her lips, as she buried her face in the gown, which she was clutching in her hands.
At that moment, I so desperately wished that the ground would open up and swallow me, sparing me the ignominy of this sexy lovely teenage girl finding me indulging in sexual acts with her own mother. I sat up slowly on the couch, and turned to look at her again, my movements in slow motion. For some strange inexplicable reason, my cock still remained rock hard, quivering like some angry snake, from which a bowl of milk had just been snatched away.
Pulling my t-shirt down in a vain attempt to cover my erection, I looked at Jigna. She seemed to be frozen to her spot, and finally when Kalpana aunty raised her head from her gown, I saw her move. Slowly, her form, still clad in that oversized t-shirt and the pajama, separated from the frame of the doorway, and to my utter shock, began to walk towards us. Both I and Kalpana aunty just gazed at her, our voices and breath frozen in our throats, as Jigna slowly walked towards her.
As she came closer, in the flickering light of the TV, I saw that there was a curious, almost unreadable, expression on her face. I was expecting shock, anger, disgust, hatred, betrayal and what not to be clouding her face, but she had an almost calm, understanding, though somewhat confused look in her eyes. She came forward silently and just knelt down on the floor besides her mother. With a little sob, Kalpana aunty once again buried her face in the gown that she was still clutching to her chest.
Worldlessly, Jigna reached out to place her hand gently on her mother's bare shoulder, even as she turned to look at me, her expression still unreadable, and placed her other hand on my bare knee. "Jigna ... I'm..." I found myself beginning to mumble, her voice sounding like it was coming from somewhere far away. Kalpana aunty was still unable to get herself to look at her daughter, and throwing a glace at her mother, Jigna turned to me again.
Then to my stunned disbelief, she squeezed my knee, and said softly "Bhaiyya ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry I was spying on you like this..." her voice barely audible. I was not sure whether I'd heard her right, but before I could ask, she turned to her mother, and repeated the same thing "Mummy ... I'm ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ... I should not have..." letting her sentence unfinished. Kalpana aunty's face jerked up from her hands, and as she looked in wide eyed disbelief at her daughter, I saw that her eyes were red from tears.
Through quivering lips, Kalpana aunty said "Oh, beti ... oh, beti ... I'm ... I'm so ... so sorry ... so sorry..." repeating herself over and over again, even as the tears began to flow down her cheeks, as her lips quivered and she shook her head from side to side. I was going out of my mind now at what was going on. Far from screaming at each other, and throwing tantrums, here was every one apologizing to each other.
With a groan, I clutched my head, and buried my face in my hands, resting my elbows on my knees. If there ever was a royal screw-up by me, this one took the cake. "Mummy ... it's ok ... it's ok..." I heard Jigna say in a soft whisper to her mother, reaching out to wrap her left arm around her mother's bare shouder in an almost motherly way. It was strange to see a teenage girl, comforting her own mother in this way.
Seeing me sitting there, with my head buried in my palms, feeling like a total jerk, Jigna reached out for me with her other hand, and placed it on my knee. Despite this absolutely sickening situation that I found myself in, I found my cock respond to Jigna's touch, still unexplicably hard, and giving a little lurch. "Bhaiyyya ... look at me, please..." I heard her whisper, squeezing my knee.
Kalpana aunty had managed to get some semblance of control over herself, and was now wiping her tear-streaked face with her gown, still trying her best to cover her breasts with the gown. Still keeping her left arm across her mother's shoulder, Jigna said to me "Bhaiyya ... I know that mummy loves you..." her voice an urgent whisper. Seeing that dumbfounded expression on my face, she turned to her mother, and said "Mummy ... mummy ... look at me please..."
When Kalpana aunty raised her head, her face flushed, and her lips quivering, Jigna repeated "Mummy ... I know that you love Jignesh bhaiyya ... and I know that he loves you too ... so it's ok ... it's ok..." trying to reassure her mother, to my completely stunned disbelief. I couldn't even begin to imagine, how this teenage girl could be so magnanimous, and how she could look at things with such maturity beyond her age. Forcing a smile on her lips, Jigna said to her mother "Mummy ... first I didn't know what I was feeling ... but now I know..." pausing for a moment. Turning to look at my face, an almost wise and benign look on her face, Jigna continued "After seeing you with Jignesh bhaiyya, mummy ... now I know that ... that what I also feel for him ... is love..." gazing at me even though the words were addressed to her mother.
Pulling her gaze away from my dazed face, she turned to her mother and repeated "Just like you ... I also love Jignesh bhaiiya, mummy ... I also love him..." the last four words spoken with a certain degree of finality to it. "I know, beti ... I know..." I heard Kalpana aunty, her voice broken, as she struggled to regain her composure. I sat there, like a fish out of water, desperately trying to figure out how a woman's brains functioned, even as both mother and daughter, knelt there on the floor, looking at me, as if seeking some direction from me.
"Mummy..." Jigna began again, her gaze alternating between me and her mother " ... I know that Jignesh bhaiyya is like my brother ... just like for you he is like your son..." speaking slowly as if choosing her words carefully. "But still ... you only said no mummy ... that it is possible to love a person in more than one way..." turning to look at her mother.
As Kalpana aunty gazed at her own daughter, as surprised as I was at the surprising maturity she was displaying, Jigna continued "So, mummy ... why can't it be the same with me ... isn't it possible for me also to love Jignesh bhaiyya in a different way ... just like you do..." her expression a plaintive plea, her beautiful wide eyes looking into her mother's eyes.
Kalpana aunty just looked at her daughter silently for a while, before blinking, and swallowing. "Yes, beti ... you're right..." she finally said, her voice still husky from crying. "You're right..." she repeated, turning her gaze to me, a helpless yet understanding expression on her face.
Strangely enough, Kalpana aunty was looking at me, as if waiting for me say something. When she saw the confused look on my face, she managed a weak smile, and said "But, it's also important to know if Jignesh loves you, isn't it, beti... ?" the statement directed to her daughter but her gaze on me.
My mind was racing trying to comprehend, what these two women were trying to say. On the one hand, I was beginning to see the outlines of a pattern in what Jigna was trying to achieve. She was trying to use this situation to officially get her mother's concurrence on having a 'different' kind of relationship with me, apart from the society-enforced 'brother-sister' relation we were supposed to have. That much made sense.
But on the other hand, I was not able to figure out what Kalpana aunty was trying to achieve by asking me in front of her daughter, what I thought about her her daughter. Didn't she already know that I was fond of her? I wondered if she was just trying to test me. Or perhaps she just wanted me to give her daughter the reassurance that her affections and feelings were not misplaced on me; especially in light of the fact that I and Kalpana aunty had been caught in a position, where the kind of relationship we shared was now plainly visible to her daughter.
That's when I realized what she was thinking. Jigna now knew what was the kind of relationship that I had with her mother; but Kalpana aunty had no idea about the real nature of my relationship with Jigna! She had no idea that I was already so deeply involved physically with her daughter; and therefore, she was just trying to get me to reassure her daughter; by getting me to acknowledge that I shared the same kind of liking for Jigna too. That way, Kalpana aunty could not only make her daughter happier, but also in some way assuage her own guilt.
As mother and daughter sat their on the floor, looking up at me expectantly, I heard Jigna blink her large beautiful dark eyes, and ask in a barely audible whisper "Bhaiyya ... what mummy is asking is ... do you ... uhh ... do you also love me... ?" The manner in which she asked this, so full of hope, and so full of trust, that my heart went out to her. I saw Kalpana aunty give me a reassuring kind of smile, and nod her head imperceptibly, as if giving me her tacit approval to say yes.
"Yes, Jigna ... I do..." I managed to croak, my own voice failing me. After all, how many times in your life did one express love for a teenage girl, knowing fully when the sexual connotations it involved, and right in front of her own mother? "Oh, bhaiyya..." I heard Jigna exclaim, as she jumped up and came into my arms. Embarrassed, I embraced her rather tentatively, unable to ignore the feel of her ripe young teenage body, press against mine.
Over her shoulders, I glanced at Kalpana aunty, who to my big relief, and immense joy, nodded her head in assent, and smiled at me reassuringly. "I love you, bhaiiya..." I head Jigna whisper fiercely into my ears, even as she clung on to me. I was wearing only my t-shirt, and my exposed cock, which by now had lost some of its hardness, pressed against Jigna's taut belly.
Seeing this unbridled expression of love being displayed unabashedly by her daughter, Kalpana aunty turned away her gaze, clearly embarrassed at being present here now. She began to fidget with her discarded gown, which she was still holding to her chest, trying her best to cover her magnificent heavy breasts. Finally letting go off me, Jigna slid on to the sofa by my side, and said to her mother "Mummy ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry I disturbed you ... if you want I'll leave now..." her face both embarrassed as well as naughty and teasing at the same time.
There was a faint hint of a smile on Jigna's lips as she said that, and I saw the color rush up to Kalpana aunty's face. It was an incredibly erotic sight for me to see this young teenage college girl, trying to tease her mother with regard to sexual matters. "No, no, beti..." Kalpana aunty replied, embarrassed completely "I'll leave now ... you two can..." unable to finish her sentence.
My cock gave another lurch under the tail of my t-shirt at what she was suggesting now. I had to make a choice quickly on who I wanted to spend the night with, now that both mother and daughter were offering to leave me to the each other respectively. Quickly making up my mind, I smiled and said "No one's going anywhere ... ok..." reaching out to hold Jigna's hand with one hand, while extending the open palm of my other hand to Kalpana aunty in invitation.
"Yes, yes..." Jigna exclaimed, her face brightening up with a lovely smile, as Kalpana aunty just smiled embarrassedly, and took my extended hand. As I had reached out with both hands, my t-shirt had ridden up, and my fully erect cock came into view. "Ohh ... it's so big..." I heard Jigna exclaim with a sharp intake of breath, as both she and Kalpana aunty spotted my erect cock almost at the same time. Jigna's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with amazement and shock.
I almost smiled to myself, at how smart a cookie this hot sexy teenager was. In one shot, she'd killed two birds. One, she'd conveyed her interest in my cock to her watching mother; and two, she'd also conveyed to her mother how shocked she seemingly was, at seeing a man's penis, as if for the first time! Kalpana aunty was thoroughly embarrassed, and by the look on her face, I could see that she wished she was someplace else.
Ignoring her presence, Jigna looked at me with a suitably stunned expression in her eyes, her hands still clamped to her mouth, and asked me in a small child-like voice "Can I ... can I touch it, bhaiyya... ?" her eyes wide, yet twinkling merrily, enjoying the little game of an innocent awed girl that she was playing.
I glanced at Kalpana aunty to see her expression, and saw her give me a sublte nod, and quickly avert her gaze. Though I empathized with Kalpana aunty's awkwardness, I wanted her too to be part of her dalliance here. "Uhh ... sure, Jigna..." I replied with suitable awkwardness from my side too, before adding " ... but why don't you ask your mummy first ... if it's ok..." looking pointedly at Kalpana aunty, even as I spoke to Jigna.
Throwing me a knowing smile, Jigna turned to her mother like an excited kid, and asked "Mummy ... is is ok ... if I ... I hold it... ?" her tone so plaintive that anyone would have agreed. "Uhh ... umm ... ok, beta..." Kalpana aunty mumbled, completely flustered now, and at a loss for words. With a little excited sigh, Jigna reached out tentatively, and placing her left hand on my bare thigh, gingerly took hold of my erect throbbing cock.
I suppressed a groan of arousal, and bit my lips at the feel of this sexy barely 17-year old teenager taking hold of my cock, in the presence of her own mature buxom and desirable mother! "Ohh, mummy..." I heard Jigna breathe " ... it's so hard..." her eyes on my swollen cock, even as I saw Kalpana aunty's gaze drawn to my cock. There was a look of longing, tinged with shame and embarrassment, as she watched her daughter hold my hard throbbing cock in her tender young hands.
I could imagine how Kalpana aunty was feeling right now. How would any mother feel, if she saw her virgin teenage daughter, so fascinated by a young man's cock, and feeling it with her consent. Jigna was sitting very close to me now, and with my shock and embarrassment beginning to fade, was beginning to feel really aroused now.
Continuing to hold on to my cock gingerly, she looked up at me, and asked in a small voice "Bhaiyya ... does it feel nice when someone kisses you ... there... ?" referring to my cock. "Umm ... yes..." I managed to reply, getting more and more turned on by the minute, and enjoying the way the sexy little Jigna was manipulating the situation. "I don't know how to kiss, bhaiyya ... will you teach me how to kiss... ?" she asked, tilting her head to one side, and batting her eyelashes.
Through the corner of my eyes, I saw the embarrassed Kalpana aunty looking at both of us. Deciding that I had to get her involved at any cost, I diverted the question to Kalpana aunty and asked her "Uh, aunty ... is it ok if I ... umm ... teach Jigna ... umm ... how to kiss..." sounding suitably emabarrassed myself. "Uhh, sure ... yes, beta..." Kalpana aunty mumbled hastily, still clutching on to her crumpled gown to her bosom, even though she avoided looking me in the eye.
Leaning forward, I extended my hand to Kalpana aunty, urging her with my eyes to take my hand. As she looked at me shyly, and took my hand, I pulled her towards me, causing her to come closer to me. She looked up at me nervously, still clutching on to that crumpled discarded gown of hers, covering her bosom. Satisfied that I had her attention, I turned towards Jigna, who was still holding on to my cock like a college-girl holding on to a supporting rod in a bus.
Pulling her towards me, I planted my lips on hers, and kissed her tenderly. Jigna gave a little groan and twisted her torso sideways towards me, and kissed me back with urgency. I took it easy, since I didn't want Kalpana aunty to get the impression that this had been something we'd done many times before. Sliding my free left hand behind Jigna's back, unseen to Kalpana aunty, I tapped her on the back gently, indicating to her to take it easy as well.
The smart girl that she was, she got the hint, and returned to her coy demeanor once again. Pulliing my lips away from her, I glanced at her flushed face, and was overjoyed to see an expression of pure rapture on her face. "Ohh, bhaiyya ... that felt so nice ... so wonderful..." she gushed like the excited college girl that she was, who'd just been kissed for the first time in her life.
"She'll make a good actress..." I thought to myself, even as I smiled and winked at her, saying "I'm glad you liked it, Jigna..." trying to keep my voice level. Turning to look at Kalpana aunty, I smiled at her, and said "Thank you, aunty..." Her face took on a flustered expression, as she smiled weekly and replied "Why are you thanking me, beta ... I didn't do anything..." her embarrassment still not deserting her.
Letting go off Jigna, I leaned forward towards her, and said "Thank you for accepting me, aunty ... in your family..." taking hold of both her hands and clasping them in mine. Since I took both of her hands in mine, the crumpled gown, which she was holding on to, slipped out of her hands, and fell in a heap in her lap, baring those magnificent mature breasts of hers to my view once again.
"Oh, beta..." was all that she was able to muster, the shame rushing to her face once again at her breasts being bared in front of her daughter, to an outsider like me. "Ohh, mummy..." I heard Jigna whisper " ... your breasts are so beautiful..." looking at her mother's breasts with fascination. My cock jerked involuntarily, when I heard this sexy teenage girl compliment her mother on her breasts.
Once again, the color rushed to Kalpana aunty's dark flush face, and she just mumbled something embarrassedly. "When will mine become big like yours, mummy... ?" Jigna exclaimed in a child-like squeal, straightening her back, and jutting out her chest to display her young ripe teenage breasts projecting through the knit fabric of her over-sized collared t-shirt.
Kalpana aunty, for the first time, since we'd been caught by Jigna, laughed with genuine joy, and smiling at her daughter, said "They will, beta ... they will ... when you grow up..." a fond motherly expression on her face. Satisfied, Jigna turned to me, and said "Do you like my breasts, bhaiyya..." smiling like an excited college girl, and straightening her shoulders to show her chest to me.
I laughed, as I replied "Well ... I haven't seen them ... have I, Jigna..." a naughty glint in my eyes as I winked at her, unseen by her mother. "Ohh..." replied Jigna, the color rushing to her face, when she heard that. Before either one of us could say anything, Jigna quickly pulled up loose over-sized boys t-shirt over her head, and flung it on the floor. Twisting her torso towars me, she straightened her back once again, and jutted out her chest, displaying those utterly delicious young ripe 32-B teenage breasts for my appreciation.
"Oh, baby..." I heard myself groan, as I gazed at the incredibly sexy sight of this teenage girl showing me her beautifully shaped, ripe, firm breasts, capped by those perky erect dark nipples and small dark areolas. "You're ... I mean ... they're beautiful, Jigna ... really beautiful..." I said in a hoarse whisper, incredibly aroused both by the sight of her young breasts, and the totally uninhibited manner in which she was showing them to me.
"Really, bhaiyya... ?" she exclaimed excitedly, straightening her shoulders once again, a wide eyed look of joy on her face. "Yes, baby ... really..." I groaned, unable to bear the tormenting any more. Somehow, this teenage girl's utterly innocent behavior was lightening the tension in the air. Had it not been for her uninhibited exuberance, I could well imagine what this situation would have turned into. After all, it was not every day that a teenage girl discovered that her mother was having an affair with a boy who was half her age. Though I had been with more than one woman at the same time quite a few times before, never before had the situation been so utterly erotic.
A 38-something mother of two, bare breasted and clad only in a petticoat, with the kind of heavy body that you could fuck all day long, sitting on the floor right in front of me in their own living room, with her husband drunk and dead to the world inside their bedroom, and her young teenage college going daughter, also bare breasted, sitting right next to me on the couch, and displaying her firm budding teenage breasts to me as well as her mother. Cupping her breasts with both hands, Jigna turned to Kalpana aunty and said "See mummy ... they've grown big now ... haven't they... ?" her voice proud yet innocent.
Throwing an embarrassed glance at me, Kalpana aunty replied "Umm ... yes, beta..." her voice hoarse in her throat. "You know mummy ... when Jignesh bhaiya took me shopping ... the didi there told me I should start wearing bras now ... that's why Jignesh bhaiya bought those bras for me..." she said in an excited yet pleased voice.
Swallowing to find her voice, Kalpana aunty said "Yes ... I know..." struggling to deal with the utterly care free manner in which her daughter was discussing these matters with her in front of me, even as she turned to look at me and added " ... he is very thoughtful..." trying bravely to smile at me despite her discomfiture.
Alarmed that the naïve Jigna would blurt out more things than necessary, I butted in by saying "You know, Jigna ... you'll grow up to a very beautiful young lady..." subtely nudging her with my toe, urging her with my eyes to shut up. She looked at me with a dumb expression on her face, unable to make out head or tail of where that remark came from, before comprehension dawned on her face, and she smiled brightly. "Oh, thank you, bhaiyya..." she gushed, batting her eye lashes coyly once again.
There was a brief moment of awkward silence between all of us, before Jigna mercifully changed the topic. Turning to look at her mother, she said "Uh, mummy ... I'm sorry I disturbed you ... umm ... I know you and bhaiya were ... umm ... making love..." struggling to find the right words, as she turned to look at me and her mother in turns. "Umm ... you please continue, mummy ... I ... uhh ... won't disturb you..." she said awkwardly, pushing herself away from me on the sofa, and pulling her legs up to sit cross legged on one end of the sofa.
As the color rushed to Kalpana aunty's face, and her face burned with embarrassment, Jigna added "I'll ... umm ... just sit here ... and watch..." drawing a share exclamation of surprise from me too! This incredible teenager was telling us to go ahead and make out, even as she would sit there and watch!
My cock, which was hidden under the rather long t-shirt I was wearing, gave a lurch at these words, and I felt my throat go dry. Kalpana aunty just looked too stunned for anything, and except for wide eyed look, she didn't utter a word. But I could see how her magnificent breasts heaved, as she struggled to come to terms with what her daughter was saying, her lips parted, and her breath becoming shallow.
Seeing the dumb founded look on my face, Jigna said "What happened, bhaiyya ... don't you like mummy... ?" her expression as normal as it could be. As Kalpana aunty lowered her gaze to look at her lap, unable to face us any more, Jigna signaled to me with her eyes ferverently, urging me to respond in the affirmative. Clearing my throat, I answered "Of course ... I like aunty..." my voice sounding strange in my ears.
When Kalpana aunty glanced up at me, there was a look of helplessness in her eyes, as if she was beseeching me to rescue her from this extremely awkward situation somehow. "But Jigna ... I don't know if your mummy is comfortable..." I added, even as Kalpana aunty dropped her gaze to her lap once again. There was silence once again, as Kalpana aunty just continued to gaze at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers, and Jigna waited, her eyes darting from me to her mother. I could sense what she was trying to do.
She was trying to address three issues at once. One, she was trying to cement her own relationship with me in her mother's eyes, and what better way to do it by getting her mother to consent to it in front of me. Two, she was trying her best to make her mother feel loved by me, having seen with her own eyes what her sexual life had come to.
And three, she was trying to lessen her mother's guilt at being caught, by conveying to her that not only did she condole it, but also encouraged it. I couldn't decide whether the teenage Jigna was just being incredibly naïve and nice, or incredibly smart. I concluded there were no straight answers; and that it was probably a bit of both.
Watching mother and daughter sit there, I decided that it was time I took control of the situation. Nodding at Jigna, I turned to Kalpana aunty and reached out to touch her bare shoulder. I couldn't risk standing up, as that would have brought my erect cock to open view. As she looked, I said to her gently "Aunty ... please come and sit here..." patting the empty side of the sofa on my left. When she looked into my eyes with that same helpless expression, I just blinked my eyes slowly, and nodded to her subtely, asking her with my eyes to trust me.
As Kalpana aunty rose to her feet slowly, avoiding looking at either one of us, I once again gazed with desire at the way her magnificent firm 38-C breasts swayed. As Kalpana aunty sat down tentatively by my side on the sofa, I threw a glance at Jigna, who had a grateful smile on her face. With her eyes, she urged me to make her mother feel comfortable. I gazed into her eyes for a brief moment, trying to decipher if there was some perverse intent in what she was coaxing her mother into, but concluded that there was none.
To Be COntiued..
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