19-12-2018, 01:13 PM
Part - 67
After Sarla bhabhi left, I called up the manager of our Club to arrange for the passes. Needless to say, he was more than happy to help. As I thanked him for his kindness, he responded effusively with an "Oh, anytime sir ... anytime ... after all your guests are our guests also..." leaving me smiling.
The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully; the only highlight being the darling Kalpana aunty coming with my lunch in the afternoon. After the night before last, a new sort of bond had been established between us. Though she was extremely warm to me, I could sense the undercurrents of discomfiture in her mannerisms. After all, how would one expect any self-respecting mother of two to behave with a young college-goer like me, with whom she had such a complex relationship?
Not only was she having a passionate sexual dalliance with a 20-something youth, but her teenaged daughter too seemed to be completely infatuated with him. A middle-aged woman having an affair with a youngster seemed bad enough; and the fact that she had to share his affections with her own teenaged daughter only complicated matters further.
Especially when matters had gotten out of hand, and mother and daughter had ended up sharing their bodies with me; that too, right in front of each other. I could well imagine how difficult it would be now for her to not only face me, but her own daughter. These were the thoughts that preoccupied me, as I ate my lunch, even as she watched me affectionately.
Our conversation was polite, to say the least, and when I hugged her as she was about to leave, I could see the conflict raging within her body and soul. Even though I had spent the most erotic night imaginable with Kalpana aunty and her 17-year old daughter Jigna, a part of me now wished it had not happened; at least not the way it eventually did.
The look in her eye as she looked at me fondly and kissed me softly on the lips, was of a woman who had been stripped of her last vestige of modesty before me; and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Not wanting her to find out about me taking Sarla bhabhi and Amisha to our club for Garba, I told her about it myself.
She was nice about it, and wished me a good time, but when I asked her if she, Jigna, and Jatin-bhai would like to join us, she declined politely. "It's very kind of you to ask, beta..." she said " ... but we would only be a burden..." smiling warmly at me, as she touched my cheek affectionately. It was only after she left that I realized that my heartless cock, for the first time, kept itself in check when in her presence.
Slightly worried about the future of my relationship with her, I closed the door behind her, and went to take a nap, knowing that I had a long night ahead. Towards evening, I was woken up by a visibly cheerful Sarla bhabhi, who came to inform me that Amisha would have only two people accompanying her, all her other friends having already made plans with their friends.
I was hoping that Amisha's best friend, the pretty Barbie-doll like Krutika would come along, and was somewhat disappointed when I came to know that she wasn't. Instead, it was going to be the dusky South Indian girl Mini, who'd been given permission to go out at night, only if she were accompanied by a male from their family, which in this case had turned out to be one of her cousin brothers, who was visiting them from their home town in Kerala.
Refreshed by my afternoon siesta, I went up to my terrace for a work-out, spending more time on tightening my biceps with my dumb-bells. Given the new laws that had come into effect, clubs could not remain open beyond 1:00 AM in the night, the program was supposed to start by 8:00 PM. After a rigorous work-out, I had a quick shower, and got ready for the evening. I decided against shaving, realizing that my 2-day old stubble did look all that bad, and somehow made me look older than I actually was.
Deciding to wear a wine-red Kurta along with my faded blue denims, along with a pair of Jodhpuris, I was at Sarla bhabhi's house by about 6:30 PM, having nothing else to do. "Ohh ... you are already ready... !" she exclaimed as she opened the door. "I must hurry up then..." she said with a little laugh, as she closed the door behind us. I had been looking forward to seeing how she would look in the traditional Garba attire, and even though I had expected her to look fabulous, I was stil left breathless by how she looked.
She was wearing lovely pink ghaagra-choli, which despite being conservatively cut, was stunning in its understated elegance. She looked regal in that; the perfect picture of a lovely vivacious housewife, who conveyed her age with élan. She was still clutching the comb with which she had been brushing her hair, and when she saw me gaping at her, she beamed with pride. "So, how do I look, beta... ?" she asked, pushing back her hair, and posing before me, her eyes twinkling naughtily.
Smiling slowly, I replied "You look magnificent, aunty..." unable to pull my eyes from her lovely breasts under the somewhat transparent pink choli, and her incredibly desirable milky white belly, the ghaagra tied well below her navel, accentuating her naturally curvy and lush body. "Ohh, don't call me 'aunty'..." she intoned with an accentuated pout, before breaking out into a laugh.
As I too laughed at her little theatrics, she said "On a serious note, beta ... do you think this makes me look more 'aunty-like'..." gazing expectantly at me. Taking a step back, I made a show of holding my chin and pursing my lips, as if inspecting her closely. "Hmm..." I grunted, as I nodded my head, as if making some profound observations, causing her to protest "Oh, come on ... don't tease me ... I am serious..." smiling nonetheless.
In all fairness, in this attire, she looked more classy than sexy. Looking at her, I asked "Do you want my honest opinion, aunty... ?" smiling naughtily. "Of course ... please..." she replied immediately, her expression expectant. "Umm ... let me see..." I began, trying to choose my words carefully.
"You ... umm ... look magnificent, aunty ... very elegant ... very classy ... very lovely..." I began, watching her nod her head automatically, soaking in the adulation she'd come to expect from me. "But..." I continued, looking to see if her expression changed. "But what..." she automatically exclaimed, her beaming face falling a bit, nodding her head as if urging me to complete.
"But ... there's something ... umm ... missing..." trying hard to get my thoughts in order, even as I looked at her closely. "Missing ... what's missing, beta ... tell me..." she urged, a slightly bewildered look on her teasing fair-complexioned high-cheekboned extremely desireable face, even as she self-consciously began to smooth her lovely flowing ghaagra. "But ... you look more beautiful than sexy..." I finally said, a sheepish grin on my face.
Her brows furrowed in concentration, as she took in what I said, glancing at herself in the mirror hung behind their main door. Adjusting the pallu of her almost transparent chiffon-like pink choli, she looked at me in the mirror and said "So, you're saying that I'm not looking sexy enough..." repeating what I'd just said, as if trying to interpret something out of it.
Pursing my lips, I said "I'm sorry, aunty ... but, yes..." I replied. Realizing that she'd taken my observation far too seriously, I said "I mean ... this is lovely ... but I think ... I think ... you would look so hot ... so sexy ... if you wore a backless choli..." my voice becoming hoarse as I spoke the last few words. Hearing that, she pouted her lips, and exclaimed "Oh, beta ... I know ... I know ... but I'm too old to wear backless cholis now..." her face creased with disappointment.
"Oh no, aunty ... that's all in your mind ... you still have ... umm ... such a lovely figure..." I interjected, protesting vehemently, gazing lovingly at her lush, ripe, not so full, figure. She seemed to have not even heard me, as she turned to face the mirror again. "You don't understand, beta ... my breasts are not so firm anymore..." she said matter of factly, subconsciously reaching for her full, rounded 34-C breasts, supported by a bra under that pink elaborately adorned blouse that she wore, and hefting them in the palms of her hands.
Hearing the sexy Sarla bhabhi talk to me so openly about her body, I felt a surge of desire course through me. Taking a few steps to get behind her, as she stood facing the mirror with her back to me, I wrapped my hands around her waist from behind, and placing my hands over her breasts, I said huskily "Oh, aunty ... don't say that ... you have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen..." trying my best to flatter her, even as my fingers felt the contours of her lacy bra under the blouse.
As I rested my chin on her shoulders, and pressed my pelvis to her soft lush butt from behind, she looked at me in the mirror, and catching my eye, smiled at me fondly. "Oh, beta ... you are so cute..." softly touching my hands which rested on her breasts. Continuing to gaze into my eyes, pleased with the attention I was lavishing on her, she smiled once again, and said "I know you love your Sarla aunty, beta ... but the fact is ... without my bra ... my breasts sag..." once again reaching to cup one of her lush, soft breasts, and squeezing it for effect.
I felt my cock stiffening automatically inside my denims as I watched her cup her own breasts, and talk to me about them so freely. Letting go off her, I turned her around to face me, and taking her hands said "OK, aunty ... do me one favor ... at least just wear it and show me once ... after all, we have enough time... "showing her my watch. "And once Amisha is here ... we'll ask her for her opinion also ... the let us decide..." I said decisively, desperately trying to convince her.
As she stood there thinking about it, still uncertain, I persisted "Oh, aunty ... please ... at least for me..." putting on my best charming collegeboy expression, and smiling at her. Seeing the expression on my face, she finally smiled slowly, the inherent seductiveness returning to her teasing smile. Pinching my cheeks fondly, she said "OK, beta ... if you say so..." as if agreeing to it just because I had so, though extremely pleased that I was continuing to take so much interest in her.
After Sarla bhabhi left, I called up the manager of our Club to arrange for the passes. Needless to say, he was more than happy to help. As I thanked him for his kindness, he responded effusively with an "Oh, anytime sir ... anytime ... after all your guests are our guests also..." leaving me smiling.
The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully; the only highlight being the darling Kalpana aunty coming with my lunch in the afternoon. After the night before last, a new sort of bond had been established between us. Though she was extremely warm to me, I could sense the undercurrents of discomfiture in her mannerisms. After all, how would one expect any self-respecting mother of two to behave with a young college-goer like me, with whom she had such a complex relationship?
Not only was she having a passionate sexual dalliance with a 20-something youth, but her teenaged daughter too seemed to be completely infatuated with him. A middle-aged woman having an affair with a youngster seemed bad enough; and the fact that she had to share his affections with her own teenaged daughter only complicated matters further.
Especially when matters had gotten out of hand, and mother and daughter had ended up sharing their bodies with me; that too, right in front of each other. I could well imagine how difficult it would be now for her to not only face me, but her own daughter. These were the thoughts that preoccupied me, as I ate my lunch, even as she watched me affectionately.
Our conversation was polite, to say the least, and when I hugged her as she was about to leave, I could see the conflict raging within her body and soul. Even though I had spent the most erotic night imaginable with Kalpana aunty and her 17-year old daughter Jigna, a part of me now wished it had not happened; at least not the way it eventually did.
The look in her eye as she looked at me fondly and kissed me softly on the lips, was of a woman who had been stripped of her last vestige of modesty before me; and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Not wanting her to find out about me taking Sarla bhabhi and Amisha to our club for Garba, I told her about it myself.
She was nice about it, and wished me a good time, but when I asked her if she, Jigna, and Jatin-bhai would like to join us, she declined politely. "It's very kind of you to ask, beta..." she said " ... but we would only be a burden..." smiling warmly at me, as she touched my cheek affectionately. It was only after she left that I realized that my heartless cock, for the first time, kept itself in check when in her presence.
Slightly worried about the future of my relationship with her, I closed the door behind her, and went to take a nap, knowing that I had a long night ahead. Towards evening, I was woken up by a visibly cheerful Sarla bhabhi, who came to inform me that Amisha would have only two people accompanying her, all her other friends having already made plans with their friends.
I was hoping that Amisha's best friend, the pretty Barbie-doll like Krutika would come along, and was somewhat disappointed when I came to know that she wasn't. Instead, it was going to be the dusky South Indian girl Mini, who'd been given permission to go out at night, only if she were accompanied by a male from their family, which in this case had turned out to be one of her cousin brothers, who was visiting them from their home town in Kerala.
Refreshed by my afternoon siesta, I went up to my terrace for a work-out, spending more time on tightening my biceps with my dumb-bells. Given the new laws that had come into effect, clubs could not remain open beyond 1:00 AM in the night, the program was supposed to start by 8:00 PM. After a rigorous work-out, I had a quick shower, and got ready for the evening. I decided against shaving, realizing that my 2-day old stubble did look all that bad, and somehow made me look older than I actually was.
Deciding to wear a wine-red Kurta along with my faded blue denims, along with a pair of Jodhpuris, I was at Sarla bhabhi's house by about 6:30 PM, having nothing else to do. "Ohh ... you are already ready... !" she exclaimed as she opened the door. "I must hurry up then..." she said with a little laugh, as she closed the door behind us. I had been looking forward to seeing how she would look in the traditional Garba attire, and even though I had expected her to look fabulous, I was stil left breathless by how she looked.
She was wearing lovely pink ghaagra-choli, which despite being conservatively cut, was stunning in its understated elegance. She looked regal in that; the perfect picture of a lovely vivacious housewife, who conveyed her age with élan. She was still clutching the comb with which she had been brushing her hair, and when she saw me gaping at her, she beamed with pride. "So, how do I look, beta... ?" she asked, pushing back her hair, and posing before me, her eyes twinkling naughtily.
Smiling slowly, I replied "You look magnificent, aunty..." unable to pull my eyes from her lovely breasts under the somewhat transparent pink choli, and her incredibly desirable milky white belly, the ghaagra tied well below her navel, accentuating her naturally curvy and lush body. "Ohh, don't call me 'aunty'..." she intoned with an accentuated pout, before breaking out into a laugh.
As I too laughed at her little theatrics, she said "On a serious note, beta ... do you think this makes me look more 'aunty-like'..." gazing expectantly at me. Taking a step back, I made a show of holding my chin and pursing my lips, as if inspecting her closely. "Hmm..." I grunted, as I nodded my head, as if making some profound observations, causing her to protest "Oh, come on ... don't tease me ... I am serious..." smiling nonetheless.
In all fairness, in this attire, she looked more classy than sexy. Looking at her, I asked "Do you want my honest opinion, aunty... ?" smiling naughtily. "Of course ... please..." she replied immediately, her expression expectant. "Umm ... let me see..." I began, trying to choose my words carefully.
"You ... umm ... look magnificent, aunty ... very elegant ... very classy ... very lovely..." I began, watching her nod her head automatically, soaking in the adulation she'd come to expect from me. "But..." I continued, looking to see if her expression changed. "But what..." she automatically exclaimed, her beaming face falling a bit, nodding her head as if urging me to complete.
"But ... there's something ... umm ... missing..." trying hard to get my thoughts in order, even as I looked at her closely. "Missing ... what's missing, beta ... tell me..." she urged, a slightly bewildered look on her teasing fair-complexioned high-cheekboned extremely desireable face, even as she self-consciously began to smooth her lovely flowing ghaagra. "But ... you look more beautiful than sexy..." I finally said, a sheepish grin on my face.
Her brows furrowed in concentration, as she took in what I said, glancing at herself in the mirror hung behind their main door. Adjusting the pallu of her almost transparent chiffon-like pink choli, she looked at me in the mirror and said "So, you're saying that I'm not looking sexy enough..." repeating what I'd just said, as if trying to interpret something out of it.
Pursing my lips, I said "I'm sorry, aunty ... but, yes..." I replied. Realizing that she'd taken my observation far too seriously, I said "I mean ... this is lovely ... but I think ... I think ... you would look so hot ... so sexy ... if you wore a backless choli..." my voice becoming hoarse as I spoke the last few words. Hearing that, she pouted her lips, and exclaimed "Oh, beta ... I know ... I know ... but I'm too old to wear backless cholis now..." her face creased with disappointment.
"Oh no, aunty ... that's all in your mind ... you still have ... umm ... such a lovely figure..." I interjected, protesting vehemently, gazing lovingly at her lush, ripe, not so full, figure. She seemed to have not even heard me, as she turned to face the mirror again. "You don't understand, beta ... my breasts are not so firm anymore..." she said matter of factly, subconsciously reaching for her full, rounded 34-C breasts, supported by a bra under that pink elaborately adorned blouse that she wore, and hefting them in the palms of her hands.
Hearing the sexy Sarla bhabhi talk to me so openly about her body, I felt a surge of desire course through me. Taking a few steps to get behind her, as she stood facing the mirror with her back to me, I wrapped my hands around her waist from behind, and placing my hands over her breasts, I said huskily "Oh, aunty ... don't say that ... you have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen..." trying my best to flatter her, even as my fingers felt the contours of her lacy bra under the blouse.
As I rested my chin on her shoulders, and pressed my pelvis to her soft lush butt from behind, she looked at me in the mirror, and catching my eye, smiled at me fondly. "Oh, beta ... you are so cute..." softly touching my hands which rested on her breasts. Continuing to gaze into my eyes, pleased with the attention I was lavishing on her, she smiled once again, and said "I know you love your Sarla aunty, beta ... but the fact is ... without my bra ... my breasts sag..." once again reaching to cup one of her lush, soft breasts, and squeezing it for effect.
I felt my cock stiffening automatically inside my denims as I watched her cup her own breasts, and talk to me about them so freely. Letting go off her, I turned her around to face me, and taking her hands said "OK, aunty ... do me one favor ... at least just wear it and show me once ... after all, we have enough time... "showing her my watch. "And once Amisha is here ... we'll ask her for her opinion also ... the let us decide..." I said decisively, desperately trying to convince her.
As she stood there thinking about it, still uncertain, I persisted "Oh, aunty ... please ... at least for me..." putting on my best charming collegeboy expression, and smiling at her. Seeing the expression on my face, she finally smiled slowly, the inherent seductiveness returning to her teasing smile. Pinching my cheeks fondly, she said "OK, beta ... if you say so..." as if agreeing to it just because I had so, though extremely pleased that I was continuing to take so much interest in her.
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