30-04-2019, 02:55 PM
Bed Room Eyes
Part 1
This is real life incident, which took place nearly 45 years ago during the period when war between India and Pakistan took place. I was around 12 years of age then and witnessed the whole incident with my naked eyes for nearly 4-6 hours right form the late evening to wee hours of the morning. I lost the count of time, as I was so engrossed into it with feeling of pain, anger, disgust and excitement. My Father was a clerk in Forest Department of UP government in a place Called Chilla in Hardwar District. This place is very beautiful and scenic and our small colony consisting of mostly forest and hydel people was situated just besides a big dam. Our house was situated on the outer periphery of the colony beyond which was deep and dense jungle. It was an old British style bungalow with 3 rooms, courtyard, verandah and lot of space for garden and lawn on which mostly wild variety of trees and bushes were standing. There were lot of bushes, wild plants and sapling all around the house. My family consisted of parents and younger brother who was around 6 years at that time. In the night there will be blackout due to war and all the people will go inside their houses just after sunset.
My mother was a lovely and religious lady. Her complexion was whitish but her features are very sharp. With long legs and good height she was really stunning. Compared to her my father is quite ordinary looking and only 2-3 inches taller than her. At that time my mother was around 36-37 year of age. Her body was well developed and proportionate. Her chuchi’s (Boobs) were of medium size but looked very firm and round. She had a very perfect ass which attracted lot of attention.
One day my father returned home in a very tense and worried mood. Though I was quite young I could still make out that he was drunk and staggering. He looked very tentative and nervous. He was getting irritated now and then and will shout on us even on very small and trivial matters. My mother was trying to calm him down and was asking what has happened. She took him inside the bedroom and closed the door from behind instructing us not to go out of the house and to play inside without making any noise, as father was ill. I could not understand what was going on and why he was so nervous. I began to play with my younger brother and forgot about them. After nearly one hour my mother came out and straight away went to the kitchen. I could make out her face was dull and she herself was looking very down and her eyes were moist. As she went to the kitchen I peeped inside and I saw my father sleeping on the bed.
In the night when we sat for the dinner my father still looked like a very worried man and was not even talking to us. My mother asked my father not to worry, as god will help us. He began to eat and looked as though he was not interested in food. My mother came near him and sat on his side and slowly began to talk to him.“ Don’t worry, I will do whatever you want me to do. Even though it is very difficult for me, but we have no choice as this job is very important. “ She said looking in his eyes and moving closer to him as she tried to soothe his feelings.
Father did not reply, he only looked in her eyes. He placed his hand on the shoulder of my mother as if trying to say thanks you to her. After that they did not talk even a single word as we ate out dinner quietly. After the dinner was over my mother took us to our room and made us sleep peacefully as always on our bed. Our room was just adjoining their room and there was a common door between the two rooms. They will always keep it open with only a curtain separating it from the outer drawing room. Few days passed of peacefully and my father also became less tense and was looking relaxed now. On Saturday when I returned form college I found my father at home and whole house looked very clean. It was around 1 o’clock in the afternoon. I was surprised to see my father at home as normally he will come after seven in the evening only. That day I saw that meat was being cooked in the kitchen and there were lots of fruits and sweets in the house.
I was very happy to see all those things and asked my mother, whether it was somebody’s birthday toady. She said no and told me that an uncle will come in the evening to our house for dinner. As she replied to my question I felt that her voice has become very weak and she was looking fearful as her face turned red. After eating all those things I went outside to play along with my friends. Time passed very quickly and it was around 7.30 pm in the evening and it was very chilly and fog has started to flow all around in the air. I saw surprised to see my mother that day as she wore a new light blue color sari with matching blouse. She has also put on some makeup and was sporting a red color lipstick. Even in make up she looked very tense and nervous. My mother was a pucca housewife who was not very literate but has learned all the etiquettes and manners of a small town. She was a 5’3” in height but very fair. She was a bit heavy around bums and had a few tires around her waist. But overall she looked attractive.
My father was sitting on the chair in drawing room and every now and then he will look towards the watch. Time ticked by as it was 8.30 now and outside there was very thick fog. Suddenly we heard a scooter coming and stopping just outside our gate. My father immediately got up and went outside the house. I saw my mother as she nearly ran inside the kitchen and closed one door on the kitchen. Then I saw my father entering with a Sardarji. He was around 45 years old very strongly built man with long beard but dressed very immaculately. He was holding 2-3 packets in his hand and also there was small air bag, which my father was carrying for him.
“ Sir, this is my elder son Arvind “ my father pointed a finger towards me and informed him very courteously.
He came near me and gave me a small packet and said “ Ajit this is a gift for you”. I took the packet and immediately opened it. There was small t-shirt in it for me. I got very happy on seeing it.
“Sir, Please come and sit here” I heard my Father requesting him very politely. Sardarji moved towards the wooden sofa and sat near the corner while looking all around the house.
“Ajit (my father name) please take this bag and keep it safely in your bedroom. We will need it later on in the night.” As he said this I saw his face turning cheerful as he smiled in a mysterious way towards my father.
As my father picked up the bag I saw his face blushing and with great strength he said, “ Yes Sir, as you say “. He went inside the bedroom and returned after 2-3 minutes. He sat near the Sardarji and began to talk in a very low tone. I was sitting at a distance and hence could not make out what they were saying. After few minutes I saw Sardarji taking out some papers form his pocket and after signing it gave to my father. Immediately after getting the papers I saw a big smile returned on my fathers face as he rushed inside the kitchen.
After a few minutes my father returned and said “ Sir, Sarla is coming in a few minutes. She is preparing tea for you”
“ Is Sarla Happy now “ Sardarji asked my father while trying to peep into the kitchen. “ I hope there is no change in plan as agreed before”
“Yes, Sir she is very happy and has asked me to thank you on her behalf” my Father replied to him as he shifted more closer to Sardarji.
“Don’t worry Ajit everything is OK as I promised you.”
“ Thank you very much Sir,” my father replied in a very submissive and begging tone.
“ Ajit have you arranged for the drinks and soda as I asked you”
“ Sir I have brought one full bottle of Peter Scott as advised by you. I have also brought soda and ice “ he replied.
Then I saw my mother coming out of room with tray in her hand. I could see her hands were shaking a bit and she was walking very consciously towards both of them. Sardarji turned his head as his lustful eyes examined her body. He was looking at her very lustily and his eyes were roaming all over her body. Seeing this my mother got more nervous and I thought she would run away form there. But some how she reached in front of them and placed the tray on the small table before them. As she bends a little to place the tray on the table I saw sardarji trying to peep inside her blouse form front. My mother also saw this and she straightened up and tried to cover her front with her sari while looking at my Father.
“Sir, this is my wife Sarla,” my Father said pointing towards my mother. My mother folded both the hands and wished him.
“ Sarla please sit down.” Sardarji asked my mother pointing towards the chair in front of her. My mother sat down hesitantly in front of him. As she sat down on the table my father turned around and said “ Ajit, Beta please go inside your room and study and also take your younger brother with you”
I did not want to go but had no choice. I took my younger brother with me and went inside the room. I tried to play with my brother inside the room but I was not enjoying at all as I wanted to sit with them. Position of my door was such that drawing room was blocked form view. I don’t know why but I went near the window and slowly opened it to make enough room so that place where they were sitting was visible. I peeped form the space between the two doors of the window. I saw them chatting and Sardarji was speaking in a soft voice. My father was nodding his head and mother was just sitting there and was not even looking in his eyes.
Then I saw my father turning towards my mother and saying something, as a reaction of which my mother just got up and shifted her chair near Sardarji. She was sitting close to him now and father was also near her. I do not know what Sardarji was speaking to them but when Sardarji placed his hand on the knee of my mother, she tried to adjust herself so that he will take his hand off but when he tried to move his hand up her legs she got up and immediately ran into kitchen.
This was something very strange for me. I could not make out what has happened but still understood that this was not normal. Then I saw my father standing up and going into the kitchen. After 2-3 minutes he returned with a bottle and 2 glasses in his hand. He placed it on the table and again went inside the kitchen. This time he returned with water, soda, salad and nuts. This was the first time I was seeing my father drinking in our house. Before that I have seen him drunk but never in our house he has done so. In a few seconds they both cheered and began to sip their drinks. They were slowly drinking it. I got bored and began to read story books when my mother came inside the room with the dinner thalis. She has cooked meat and other good food today and we both ate it very fast. After the dinner was over she gave us sweets to eat and by the time we were finished it was already 10 o clocks in the night.
After my mother removed the plates and other things my father came into the room and said that he is going to drop Sardarji in his house and since it was very late we should sleep now as we have to go to college in the morning. He made sure we have retired to our bed when he switched off the lights and silently closed the door. I heard the scooter starting and moving away form our house as I slowly but surely dozed off. I don’t know how much time has passed while I slept but I felt the great urge to pee. I got up form my bed and tried to open the door as toiled was outside the room. To my surprise it was locked form outside. I also noticed that the common door between our rooms was also locked very safely and also the window opening in the drawing room. As I was very desperate to pee hence I went near the second window behind our bed ,which opened on the back side of our house. I pushed it open and climbed out of my room in the open space outside the room. It was so dark and foggy . I turned around and started to pee. As I was facing my room I noticed that the light in the father’s room was on and also just near his room the scooter of Saradji was parked. I was surprised to see the scooter as Sardarji has left earlier. I slowly moved along with the walls towards my father’s room. I tried to open the window slightly and to my surprise its one door moved an inch. Curtain was there which I removed very carefully with my index finger so that I can peep inside . As I was trying to adjust myself outside the window I heard a small giggle which I immediately recognized was that of my father. I slowly peeped inside and got the shock of my life. I saw my Father sitting on the edge of the bed totally naked. He was facing towards me. I saw his very small tool hanging placid. My mother was sitting in the lap of Sardarji and her blouse was open in front with her boobs hanging out. Her sari was rolled over her legs up to her thighs and one hand of Saradji was inside her sari between her legs. He was moving his hand slowly and I could see her head swinging form side to side. She was moaning very loudly and was jerking her body in between. Her Chuchi’s (boobs) were also moving from side to side as she tried to control her emotions.
“ Aaahhh…. Saradrji aur mat karo yeah , bus” I heard her requesting him. He put his one hand on her left boob and pressed it hard while kissing the back of her neck. She still moaned loudly. She was trying to remove the hand of Sardarji from between her legs. But Sardarji was busy with one hand on her boob and one hand inside her rolled up sari. I think this went on for 2-3 minutes till my mother began to close her legs and swing her wildly form side to side. As her motions began to become more wild Sardarji found it difficult to control her. After a few seconds Sardarji removed his hand form under her sari and she immediately got up and sat just opposite to Sardarji with her back towards me. Sardarji smelled his hand and put one finger inside his mouth and licked it.
“Bhabhi ji aap to bahut namkin hai. Maja aa gaya” he said to my mother. She blushed and tried to cover her boobs with her saree pallu. I could see she was breathing very heavily.
As she moved away form him for the first time I saw the cock of Sardarji. It was very bushy, black and thick. He was holding it in his hand and slowly stroking it. His swollen knob was looking even bigger, throbbing in his hands. I can’t certainly say but it was somewhere between 7 and 8 inches long .
My initial surprise and anger gave way to excitement and fear. I have never seen my mother in that position before. I don’t know why but I felt very excited when I saw her sitting in the lap of Sardarji and moaning loudly. Her tits looked so beautiful with black nipples, which he was pinching. The very thought of seeing my mother sitting half naked on his lap made my blood run very swiftly through my veins.
I turned towards my father who was sitting near Sardarji facing the window. I saw his hand, which was moving up and down on his tiny shaft. I think seeing his wife being mauled by a Sardarji also made him hot as his cock was very hard and erect. But in comparison to Sardarji it was not much of a competitor. It was thin and around four inches only. As I was trying to come to terms with whole of the thing I saw Sardarji getting up and taking his clothes off. He removed his shirt and vest , exposing himself totally in front of both of them. Since my mother was not facing me I could not see her emotions. But I saw my father just watching his erect and hard cock. I think he was also surprised by the manliness of hic cock, which was pointing towards the sky. Then I hear the voice of Sardarji calling my mother,
“Sarla, come here” he told my mother asking her to come near him. But I saw her only moving a bit and then stopping . I think she herself was afraid and shy. Not expecting my mother to come near him Sardarji himself moved towards her and when he was just in front of her he said ,“aao na sarla….thora…..chooso na ” by pointing his cock towards the mouth of my mother . I saw her head shaking but he immediately caught her hairs and by bending himself a bit and in spite of her best efforts to resist, he forced it into her mouth. He pulled her hairs a bit forcing her to stand on her knees. He placed both of his hand on her head and began to make to and fro movement with his body. Now he was forcibly making her to suck his cock. Slowly but surely it continued for sometime till he removed his hand form her head as she began to suck as per his wish. Then I saw her placing one hand on his leg for support and with other hand she caught his tool as she was sucking and licking him slowly. Now and then I could hear soft moan escaping form mouth of Sardarji and he enjoyed her hot tongue.
“Ajit, Maja aa gaya. Tumari biwi suchmuch bahut achcha choosti hai , waahhh “ Sardarji said looking towards my father. I saw my father just nodding but his eyes were fixed on my mother who was sucking him. I could judge he himself was started to enjoy the show. Seeing his wife being humiliated gave him a sadist pleasure which was all there in his eyes to see. This exercise went on for few minutes and then Sardarji took his cock out form her mouth and asked her to stand up.
(to be continued)
Part 1
This is real life incident, which took place nearly 45 years ago during the period when war between India and Pakistan took place. I was around 12 years of age then and witnessed the whole incident with my naked eyes for nearly 4-6 hours right form the late evening to wee hours of the morning. I lost the count of time, as I was so engrossed into it with feeling of pain, anger, disgust and excitement. My Father was a clerk in Forest Department of UP government in a place Called Chilla in Hardwar District. This place is very beautiful and scenic and our small colony consisting of mostly forest and hydel people was situated just besides a big dam. Our house was situated on the outer periphery of the colony beyond which was deep and dense jungle. It was an old British style bungalow with 3 rooms, courtyard, verandah and lot of space for garden and lawn on which mostly wild variety of trees and bushes were standing. There were lot of bushes, wild plants and sapling all around the house. My family consisted of parents and younger brother who was around 6 years at that time. In the night there will be blackout due to war and all the people will go inside their houses just after sunset.
My mother was a lovely and religious lady. Her complexion was whitish but her features are very sharp. With long legs and good height she was really stunning. Compared to her my father is quite ordinary looking and only 2-3 inches taller than her. At that time my mother was around 36-37 year of age. Her body was well developed and proportionate. Her chuchi’s (Boobs) were of medium size but looked very firm and round. She had a very perfect ass which attracted lot of attention.
One day my father returned home in a very tense and worried mood. Though I was quite young I could still make out that he was drunk and staggering. He looked very tentative and nervous. He was getting irritated now and then and will shout on us even on very small and trivial matters. My mother was trying to calm him down and was asking what has happened. She took him inside the bedroom and closed the door from behind instructing us not to go out of the house and to play inside without making any noise, as father was ill. I could not understand what was going on and why he was so nervous. I began to play with my younger brother and forgot about them. After nearly one hour my mother came out and straight away went to the kitchen. I could make out her face was dull and she herself was looking very down and her eyes were moist. As she went to the kitchen I peeped inside and I saw my father sleeping on the bed.
In the night when we sat for the dinner my father still looked like a very worried man and was not even talking to us. My mother asked my father not to worry, as god will help us. He began to eat and looked as though he was not interested in food. My mother came near him and sat on his side and slowly began to talk to him.“ Don’t worry, I will do whatever you want me to do. Even though it is very difficult for me, but we have no choice as this job is very important. “ She said looking in his eyes and moving closer to him as she tried to soothe his feelings.
Father did not reply, he only looked in her eyes. He placed his hand on the shoulder of my mother as if trying to say thanks you to her. After that they did not talk even a single word as we ate out dinner quietly. After the dinner was over my mother took us to our room and made us sleep peacefully as always on our bed. Our room was just adjoining their room and there was a common door between the two rooms. They will always keep it open with only a curtain separating it from the outer drawing room. Few days passed of peacefully and my father also became less tense and was looking relaxed now. On Saturday when I returned form college I found my father at home and whole house looked very clean. It was around 1 o’clock in the afternoon. I was surprised to see my father at home as normally he will come after seven in the evening only. That day I saw that meat was being cooked in the kitchen and there were lots of fruits and sweets in the house.
I was very happy to see all those things and asked my mother, whether it was somebody’s birthday toady. She said no and told me that an uncle will come in the evening to our house for dinner. As she replied to my question I felt that her voice has become very weak and she was looking fearful as her face turned red. After eating all those things I went outside to play along with my friends. Time passed very quickly and it was around 7.30 pm in the evening and it was very chilly and fog has started to flow all around in the air. I saw surprised to see my mother that day as she wore a new light blue color sari with matching blouse. She has also put on some makeup and was sporting a red color lipstick. Even in make up she looked very tense and nervous. My mother was a pucca housewife who was not very literate but has learned all the etiquettes and manners of a small town. She was a 5’3” in height but very fair. She was a bit heavy around bums and had a few tires around her waist. But overall she looked attractive.
My father was sitting on the chair in drawing room and every now and then he will look towards the watch. Time ticked by as it was 8.30 now and outside there was very thick fog. Suddenly we heard a scooter coming and stopping just outside our gate. My father immediately got up and went outside the house. I saw my mother as she nearly ran inside the kitchen and closed one door on the kitchen. Then I saw my father entering with a Sardarji. He was around 45 years old very strongly built man with long beard but dressed very immaculately. He was holding 2-3 packets in his hand and also there was small air bag, which my father was carrying for him.
“ Sir, this is my elder son Arvind “ my father pointed a finger towards me and informed him very courteously.
He came near me and gave me a small packet and said “ Ajit this is a gift for you”. I took the packet and immediately opened it. There was small t-shirt in it for me. I got very happy on seeing it.
“Sir, Please come and sit here” I heard my Father requesting him very politely. Sardarji moved towards the wooden sofa and sat near the corner while looking all around the house.
“Ajit (my father name) please take this bag and keep it safely in your bedroom. We will need it later on in the night.” As he said this I saw his face turning cheerful as he smiled in a mysterious way towards my father.
As my father picked up the bag I saw his face blushing and with great strength he said, “ Yes Sir, as you say “. He went inside the bedroom and returned after 2-3 minutes. He sat near the Sardarji and began to talk in a very low tone. I was sitting at a distance and hence could not make out what they were saying. After few minutes I saw Sardarji taking out some papers form his pocket and after signing it gave to my father. Immediately after getting the papers I saw a big smile returned on my fathers face as he rushed inside the kitchen.
After a few minutes my father returned and said “ Sir, Sarla is coming in a few minutes. She is preparing tea for you”
“ Is Sarla Happy now “ Sardarji asked my father while trying to peep into the kitchen. “ I hope there is no change in plan as agreed before”
“Yes, Sir she is very happy and has asked me to thank you on her behalf” my Father replied to him as he shifted more closer to Sardarji.
“Don’t worry Ajit everything is OK as I promised you.”
“ Thank you very much Sir,” my father replied in a very submissive and begging tone.
“ Ajit have you arranged for the drinks and soda as I asked you”
“ Sir I have brought one full bottle of Peter Scott as advised by you. I have also brought soda and ice “ he replied.
Then I saw my mother coming out of room with tray in her hand. I could see her hands were shaking a bit and she was walking very consciously towards both of them. Sardarji turned his head as his lustful eyes examined her body. He was looking at her very lustily and his eyes were roaming all over her body. Seeing this my mother got more nervous and I thought she would run away form there. But some how she reached in front of them and placed the tray on the small table before them. As she bends a little to place the tray on the table I saw sardarji trying to peep inside her blouse form front. My mother also saw this and she straightened up and tried to cover her front with her sari while looking at my Father.
“Sir, this is my wife Sarla,” my Father said pointing towards my mother. My mother folded both the hands and wished him.
“ Sarla please sit down.” Sardarji asked my mother pointing towards the chair in front of her. My mother sat down hesitantly in front of him. As she sat down on the table my father turned around and said “ Ajit, Beta please go inside your room and study and also take your younger brother with you”
I did not want to go but had no choice. I took my younger brother with me and went inside the room. I tried to play with my brother inside the room but I was not enjoying at all as I wanted to sit with them. Position of my door was such that drawing room was blocked form view. I don’t know why but I went near the window and slowly opened it to make enough room so that place where they were sitting was visible. I peeped form the space between the two doors of the window. I saw them chatting and Sardarji was speaking in a soft voice. My father was nodding his head and mother was just sitting there and was not even looking in his eyes.
Then I saw my father turning towards my mother and saying something, as a reaction of which my mother just got up and shifted her chair near Sardarji. She was sitting close to him now and father was also near her. I do not know what Sardarji was speaking to them but when Sardarji placed his hand on the knee of my mother, she tried to adjust herself so that he will take his hand off but when he tried to move his hand up her legs she got up and immediately ran into kitchen.
This was something very strange for me. I could not make out what has happened but still understood that this was not normal. Then I saw my father standing up and going into the kitchen. After 2-3 minutes he returned with a bottle and 2 glasses in his hand. He placed it on the table and again went inside the kitchen. This time he returned with water, soda, salad and nuts. This was the first time I was seeing my father drinking in our house. Before that I have seen him drunk but never in our house he has done so. In a few seconds they both cheered and began to sip their drinks. They were slowly drinking it. I got bored and began to read story books when my mother came inside the room with the dinner thalis. She has cooked meat and other good food today and we both ate it very fast. After the dinner was over she gave us sweets to eat and by the time we were finished it was already 10 o clocks in the night.
After my mother removed the plates and other things my father came into the room and said that he is going to drop Sardarji in his house and since it was very late we should sleep now as we have to go to college in the morning. He made sure we have retired to our bed when he switched off the lights and silently closed the door. I heard the scooter starting and moving away form our house as I slowly but surely dozed off. I don’t know how much time has passed while I slept but I felt the great urge to pee. I got up form my bed and tried to open the door as toiled was outside the room. To my surprise it was locked form outside. I also noticed that the common door between our rooms was also locked very safely and also the window opening in the drawing room. As I was very desperate to pee hence I went near the second window behind our bed ,which opened on the back side of our house. I pushed it open and climbed out of my room in the open space outside the room. It was so dark and foggy . I turned around and started to pee. As I was facing my room I noticed that the light in the father’s room was on and also just near his room the scooter of Saradji was parked. I was surprised to see the scooter as Sardarji has left earlier. I slowly moved along with the walls towards my father’s room. I tried to open the window slightly and to my surprise its one door moved an inch. Curtain was there which I removed very carefully with my index finger so that I can peep inside . As I was trying to adjust myself outside the window I heard a small giggle which I immediately recognized was that of my father. I slowly peeped inside and got the shock of my life. I saw my Father sitting on the edge of the bed totally naked. He was facing towards me. I saw his very small tool hanging placid. My mother was sitting in the lap of Sardarji and her blouse was open in front with her boobs hanging out. Her sari was rolled over her legs up to her thighs and one hand of Saradji was inside her sari between her legs. He was moving his hand slowly and I could see her head swinging form side to side. She was moaning very loudly and was jerking her body in between. Her Chuchi’s (boobs) were also moving from side to side as she tried to control her emotions.
“ Aaahhh…. Saradrji aur mat karo yeah , bus” I heard her requesting him. He put his one hand on her left boob and pressed it hard while kissing the back of her neck. She still moaned loudly. She was trying to remove the hand of Sardarji from between her legs. But Sardarji was busy with one hand on her boob and one hand inside her rolled up sari. I think this went on for 2-3 minutes till my mother began to close her legs and swing her wildly form side to side. As her motions began to become more wild Sardarji found it difficult to control her. After a few seconds Sardarji removed his hand form under her sari and she immediately got up and sat just opposite to Sardarji with her back towards me. Sardarji smelled his hand and put one finger inside his mouth and licked it.
“Bhabhi ji aap to bahut namkin hai. Maja aa gaya” he said to my mother. She blushed and tried to cover her boobs with her saree pallu. I could see she was breathing very heavily.
As she moved away form him for the first time I saw the cock of Sardarji. It was very bushy, black and thick. He was holding it in his hand and slowly stroking it. His swollen knob was looking even bigger, throbbing in his hands. I can’t certainly say but it was somewhere between 7 and 8 inches long .
My initial surprise and anger gave way to excitement and fear. I have never seen my mother in that position before. I don’t know why but I felt very excited when I saw her sitting in the lap of Sardarji and moaning loudly. Her tits looked so beautiful with black nipples, which he was pinching. The very thought of seeing my mother sitting half naked on his lap made my blood run very swiftly through my veins.
I turned towards my father who was sitting near Sardarji facing the window. I saw his hand, which was moving up and down on his tiny shaft. I think seeing his wife being mauled by a Sardarji also made him hot as his cock was very hard and erect. But in comparison to Sardarji it was not much of a competitor. It was thin and around four inches only. As I was trying to come to terms with whole of the thing I saw Sardarji getting up and taking his clothes off. He removed his shirt and vest , exposing himself totally in front of both of them. Since my mother was not facing me I could not see her emotions. But I saw my father just watching his erect and hard cock. I think he was also surprised by the manliness of hic cock, which was pointing towards the sky. Then I hear the voice of Sardarji calling my mother,
“Sarla, come here” he told my mother asking her to come near him. But I saw her only moving a bit and then stopping . I think she herself was afraid and shy. Not expecting my mother to come near him Sardarji himself moved towards her and when he was just in front of her he said ,“aao na sarla….thora…..chooso na ” by pointing his cock towards the mouth of my mother . I saw her head shaking but he immediately caught her hairs and by bending himself a bit and in spite of her best efforts to resist, he forced it into her mouth. He pulled her hairs a bit forcing her to stand on her knees. He placed both of his hand on her head and began to make to and fro movement with his body. Now he was forcibly making her to suck his cock. Slowly but surely it continued for sometime till he removed his hand form her head as she began to suck as per his wish. Then I saw her placing one hand on his leg for support and with other hand she caught his tool as she was sucking and licking him slowly. Now and then I could hear soft moan escaping form mouth of Sardarji and he enjoyed her hot tongue.
“Ajit, Maja aa gaya. Tumari biwi suchmuch bahut achcha choosti hai , waahhh “ Sardarji said looking towards my father. I saw my father just nodding but his eyes were fixed on my mother who was sucking him. I could judge he himself was started to enjoy the show. Seeing his wife being humiliated gave him a sadist pleasure which was all there in his eyes to see. This exercise went on for few minutes and then Sardarji took his cock out form her mouth and asked her to stand up.
(to be continued)
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