15-12-2021, 06:19 PM
The next Vicky reached at the set time to meet Rahul and Bhawna. More Bhawna than Rahul.
Now story from Rahul’s perspective.
Vicky Bhaiya came to meet me and started asking questions from me. Mummy was looking very chirpy today. Could not pinpoint the reason but was wearing a nice Churidar salwaar kameez suit that accentuated her curves. The boys and older men in our colony and even in market used to eye her lustfully and since papa has been posted overseas the gazes have become all the more blatant. The Salwaar was pretty tight as expected in a Churidaar and the kameez too was tight and appeared much tighter near her melons. The chunni was not covering her modesty. She had applied very light make up. She had the skin and features to go along very well with light make up. Infact she looked at her best only with light make up. Any heavier coating makes her look like a cosmetic doll. Since it was me and Vicky there, hence off went the Chunni. Nothing major, since it was not there even in his presence yesterday.
Vicky Bhaiya was teaching very normally. Mummy was also sitting at the side showing some cleavage to Bhaiya but he was busy teaching me. It did not appear that it was deliberate. She brought some tea and cookies for all of us. Vicky bhaiya kept on asking questions to me and looked focused on the studies.
After about an hour or so, I thought I had got a brilliant idea. As in so many erotic stories that I had read on internet, I too decided to give them the space and time to proceed. This would confirm my doubts I had on my mother. Since yesterday I had started having doubts on my mom. I announced to the world, only two though heard it, that I was going out to play. I had envisioned that both the adults would be happy on listening this but nothing such happened.
Mom said “dhyaan se” (take care)
Vicky said “all the best”
I moved out and got down the stairs making enough noise to let them know that I was going out for good. I took out the bicycle and moved ahead. After about a 100mtrs I turned the cycle back to my place to reach my house and used the emergency exit stairs to go up. Since the house on the ground floor (it was a two storeyed flats complex– ground & first floor) was empty hence I could use the emergency stairs without any botheration of anyone asking me why not the main stairs. There was a ventilator that opened in the lobby and one other in the balcony. For that I had to go to terrace and park myself there. Today was going to be “The Day” for me to see what they were upto.
From the lobby vent I could see that Vicky and Mummy was talking and laughing aloud. She was enjoying his company and was looking very comfortable with him. They were not talking of anything important till the time mom told him of a marriage in the family to take place in late November and that she had to buy dresses for that. Vicky was overjoyed with this and decided to offer his services to accompany her to the market. As he was planning to take mummy to the market his cell rang and he apologized to mom for him having to leave quickly. He told her that he has some telecon early morning on coming Wednesday and that he would be back early and can come straight to their place and then they can leave for shopping. Mom was apparently fine with the idea and off he went after shaking hands with mom and after cracking a few jokes.
I was aghast – how could Sherlock Holmes go so wrong.
One half of my mind wanted to give up and the other wanted to continue.
Rahul continues…
It was Tuesday that the phone rang in the afternoon. I don’t know why but for some strange reason I picked up the parallel connection. I could see mom sitting on the sofa in the drawing room talking on the phone. It was Vicky Bhaiya.
Vicky : “Kya haal hai” (how are you)
Mom : “Theek hoon, tum batao” (I am fine, how about you)
Vicky : “Bas jee rahen hain” (surviving)
She giggles.
Mom : “Khul ke jiyo” (live life to the fullest)
Vicky : “Kya khol ke jiyoon” (what do I open to live)
Mom : “Oye badmaash” (hey you rascal) and she giggled.
He too laughed.
Mom : “Aaj badi baaten bana rahe ho” (you are very lively while talking)
Vicky :”Thappad padne ka dar nahin hai na” (no chance of being slapped over phone)
Mom : “ Toh aap kuch bhi bol doge” (so you will say anything)
Vicky: “jo aap sunna chaho” (whatever you command)
I could not imagine my Mom talking so frankly and in such manner with a man about 10 -12years younger to her. Still there was nothing sinister. It was all fun and banter. May be sinister in may age bracket but may not be elders’ group.
After cracking a few more normal jokes Vicky ended the talk and reminded her that he will come to their house to go shopping. Mom agreed.
As the phone ended Mom was in a good mood.
Vicky Bhaiya, Mom and I, all were waiting for the Wednesday albeit for different reasons.
I had called my tutor to tell that I would not come owing to tuitions. Deep down I wanted to follow them to understand what wast the real story.
At about 3.30pm Vicky Bhaiya knocked at the door and a chirpy Mom opened it. Vicky Bhaiya spoke with me in a very normal manner. There was no irritation whatsoever in seeing me there.
Mom offered tea which he gladly accepted. At about 4pm he asked mom to get ready to go. Mom also told me that they were going for her shopping for the marriage in the family due in first week of December. What could I have said. Shopping with Mom is never an experience that I look forward to. She takes ages to select and then you are expected to wait for eternity for the ordeal to get over. May be, a typical woman thing to do.
They had decided to go to South Extension market to do the shopping. It is a very up market area in South Delhi and houses all the famous brands. South Extension or South-Ex as we call in Delhi was about 7-8 kms from our residence. Far to go on a bus but not that far if you can go on a cycle. Much less in automobile.
At about 4.25pm mom came out of her room ready to go with Vicky Bhaiya. She made some entrance even he could not help giving a long second look to her. She was wearing a sleeveless Churidaar suit with the kameez showing ample cleavage and the sem-transparent cloth giving unobstructive view of her brassiere to anyone who cared to give a look. The chunni was also light and even when it was covering the covted bossom it was showing more than it could hide. Had to admit mom had some assets but this Churidaar had accentutated them beyond belief. Chiding myself for thinking about my mom, I shook my head. As she moved around, there was another chance for chiding myself as I could not help but look at her posterior. Her creamy white silky smooth skin of her back was on a generous display owing the deep cuts of the kameez. The long slits at the base of the kameez and a tight salwaar was giving a great view of her supple things and toned calfs. Even within the confines of the whitle cloth they were looking quite nice.
What was happening to me? I chided myself again.
At 4.30pm they left in our good old Maruti 800 as Vicky bhaiya was dropped in the office cab. Vicky was driving the car. I was very good at cycling and could ride at a fair clip for some distance. As soon as they left, I picked up my gear transmission cycle and followed them. Thanks to the traffic and the benefit of knowing the short cuts where only a cycle can venture within the colony I was not much far behind them. It was only when they hit the Ring Road near the Hyatt Regency did they sped up. Now there is not cut at Hyatt Regency crossing, earlier a Red Light used to allow the movement to right to got towards Safdurjung Hospital, South Ex.
I was at the Hyatt Crossing and they were at the next crossing near the Bhikaji Cama Place. Fortunately as my light turned green and I moved ahead, they also moved ahead and I could cross the next light before it turned back red. They were ahead but not very far. The love of cycling was now helping me to spy on my own mom. I don’t know why I was doing it but could not help myself.
They reached South-Ex much ahead of me and thanks to the Parking Chaos I could see them at some distance. I parked my cycle at a place, locked it and the Sherlock Holmes or desi Karamchand was following them.
Finally they were able to park the car and move to one of the big multi storeyed store specializing in the women and kids wear. As they moved in, I too followed them, the ground floor was dedicated to office wear and casual wear and kidswear with the first floor for sarees, suits, lehengas etc and the top one being for night and undergarments. The top also had something for kids as well.
They moved to the first floor. As they climbed stairs, I thought I saw Vicky’s hand on Mom’s lower back. Not on ass globes but close. Mom did not say anything to him.
I too followed them but stopped since they were sitting at a place which was very difficult for them to avoid seeing me climbing up. I decided to wait outside. Getting caught at this place was very risky. I went out of the shop and stood near my bike gorging on ice-creams etc. The wait was getting longer and unbearable.
From here the story in atuthors’ words (Vicky as in 3rd person)
The store Vicky had chosen had a very special reason. Remember Ruchi of the store which had helped him to get Bhatti’s Maami had moved to this one in a supervisory position. A few days back Vicky had happened to meet Ruchi as his mother had to do some shopping for his sister. There he had seen her but in presence of his mother he did not show as if he knew her. Though he was able to get her number and maintain contact. She had developed into a much fuller woman.
Hence Vicky took Bhawna there.
Ruchi’s face lightened up on seeing Vicky and could make out that the lady would spend big resulting in better commissions for her and also if possible, she could have some sexual fun with Vicky at a later stage. She had not forgotten his capacity to make love. He was by far the best she had ever had. The sexual urge in her made her forget that she was now a married lady.
Bhawna was not sure what to take. The marriage was in Chandigarh and all her relatives would be present there. The programme was to go there for 5 days and attend the pre-wedding function, marriage and the reception hosted by grooms side the day after. So all in all a long list.
The problem was that unlike Maami’s time, they did not have a much secluded spot to themselves. Here a few other customers were present as it was festival time and a lot of shopping happens in October/November period. Still Vicky convinced her to buy designer Sarres with deep cut blouses, one with doris, other with strings behind the neck and a few other suits to expose more than to conceal. Deep down Bhawna liked his tastes but was always saying it would be too risqué.
In all, they had 2 decent sarees, 2 decent suits, 3 exposing sarees and 3 exposing suits. They then moved upstairs in the nightwear section. Since it was also for kids, still they did not have any privacy. He mentioned it to Ruchi also. She had smiled at his predicament, leading him to pinch her bottom.
As they came out, Ruchi ensured that one of the service boys carried some of the items to their car. The remaining ones were to be delivered at their place after some work on them.
It was already dark by then and Rahul was fed up waiting outside. When he saw them out he let a sigh of relief.
Vicky had in the meantime called his parents to say he will be late. It was normal for them to get his latecoming call and hence no doubts.
They went to Bengali Sweets and had something to eat. After about half an hour of enjoying the delights of the sweet shop they came out and went for their car. Rahul and in the meanwhile taken off towards his house as he wanted to reach early.
Rahul was still thinking what he had seen. There was nothing much to pin point.
He kept the cycle at home and now had changed to clothes for home and came out after locking the door to show he was just waiting for them eagerly. Bhawna had another key to home, hence it was not an issue. There was a very big park about 50mtrs from their house. During the night time some rowdy elements used to come from the Munirka Village and drink heavily and take drugs. Munirka Village rowdies had a reputation and hence nobody messed with them. Though Munirka was about a couple of kilomteres from there, however it was still there preferred place owing to nice chicks coming there due to proximity to Vasant Vihar, South Campus and JNU.
It was on the far side of the park from where Rahul was standing that he saw a car stopping. In front of the car a few rowdies stood and he could see them saying something indecent to the lady in the car. As he rushed towards the car, he could see his mother and Vicky getting involved and suddenly the fight started between Vicky and the other 3. Those guys were actually trying to act funny with Bhawna and he was there as her protector. Vicky was very strong and never afraid to fight if the cause was just. Within no time he had hit the rowdies’ ring leader with a few punches on the face that disoriented him. With the leader of the pack out of the way, he attacked the two. One mistake they made was that one of them went to hold Bhawna and pressed her melons from behind. Vicky was strong enough for the remaining two and hence the battle was won.
Seeing the commotion, a few more people from the colony joined in and thought it was a great opportunity to teach the rowdies a lesson and they gave them a thrashing of the lifetime. Such was the fury of the swelling crowd that gathered that a few more ruffians who were smoking drugs away to glory were also taken to task. In all this mellee, Vicky drove to Rahul’s house. Vicky parked the car and they went in. Rahul wanted to kick himself. He doubted his mother and Vicky Bhaiya who had saved their honour.
Thinking this he went to his room and cried in the solitude.
Bhawna was still shaking from the incident. Vicky moved forward and embraced her. She felt so reassured in his strong arms. He did not move his hands on her inviting back but held her in embrace. She started to cry, Vicky said a couple of times to her reassuringly “main hoon naa” (I am there).
As Rahul stopped crying he moved back to see his mother hugging Vicky and he was consoling her. Earlier he would have hit the ceiling on seeing his mother in arms of another man but held himself back since he knew the background of the embrace. It was a non-sexual act and he approached Vicky Bhaiya and said “Thank you Bhaiya”
Seeing him there, his mother disengaged but the movement away was not like being caught red handed but a genuine movement. Rahul went to the kitchen to get water for his mother. After drinking the water, she thanked Vicky.
Bhawna : “Thanks Vicky”
Vicky : “Chhodo na” (leave it)
Bhawna : “Aaj tu naa hota toh pata nahin kya hota” (what would have happened if you weren’t here)
Vicky :”kuch naa hota, aap shopping karne na jaate aur yeh gunde na milte” (you wouldn’t have gone out and faced these rowdies)
He then addressed Rahul “Inse daro mat – bhid jaao” (don’t be afraid – take them on) Rahul was impressed with the motivational words.
Vicky “achha main chalta hoon” (ok I will leave) “ghar mein kahe doonga ki raaste mein aap mil gaye thhey aur gundon se ladai ho gayi” (will tell at home that met you on way and then had fight with the rowdies)
Bhawna smiled and so did Rahul.
Bhawna again said “thanks”
Vicky used his favourite line “sukha sukha thanks nahin chalega” (no dry thanks)
“Toh geela kaise karoon” (how do I make it wet) she enquired smilingly.
‘Woh bhi bata doonga” (will let you know)
Then he left after bidding byes to mother-son duo.
He went home and explained them what had happened. How he had got down early with a friend to have some tea-coffee at Vasant Vihar and on the way back he met Bhawna and he walked her home and the scene with the rowdies. Just then Bhawna called and thanked his parents over phone for Vicky’s timely and manly help in saving her. She too repeated a similar story. His parents were very proud of him.
The next day he called her up.
After some small talk he started.
“Kya haal hain” he said, a general inquiry.
“theek hai” (ok) she replied
“Arrey, main toh aapke chahane waalon ke haal pooch raha tha, becharey free mein hee pit gaye” ( I was inquiring about your lovers, unnecessarily hit them)
“toh ab aapko mere se zyaada unki chinta hai” (so you are concerned about them more than me) said she in a mock anger tone.
“arrey unka kusoor nahin thaa – aap lag hee itni achhi rahi theen” (not their fault – you looked gorgeous) he started pressing the buttons.
She smiled and said “toh phir peeta kyon” (then why did you beat them up)
“Mere maal pe line maar rahe thhey” (they were flirting with my girl) he said it deliberately to raise the stakes and see the reaction as well.
“Tumhara Maal??” (your girl) she said.
“Haan – aap mere saath hee toh thhey – koi bhi dekh ke yahi kaheta ki ladke kya tota piece ke saath hai” (yes – you were with me – anyone would have said that the guy is with a hot babe) he furthered the stake raising process.
This time he touched the right chord “toh ab se main aapka maal ban gayin hoon” (so I am your babe from now on) she said in mock anger
“yeh question hai ya statement” (is it a question or a statement) he said, playing with her.
“Question hai toh kya aur statement hai toh kya” (what if question and if a statement) she asked and realized what was coming.
“Question hai toh answer is yes and if it is a statement then I am honoured”
She smiled at his audacity and choice of words.
He continued “toh private conversations mein main apne maal ko darling, jaanu, janeman kahe sakta hoon”
She giggled.
He said “thanks jaanu”
No response from her meant acceptance.
It was far more than he would have bargained for and after few more minutes of conversation, he ended the call.
The next day he did not call deliberately.
He got a call on Friday from Bhawna. Rahul was at home only and when his mother thought he was sleeping she called Vicky. Unknown to her, Rahul had got up to pee and wanted to call his friend and had picked up the phone at the time she was making the call. There was some disturbance in the line for a few seconds, usual thing, so Bhawna could not realize in the middle of the conversation that someone had picked the parallel line. He was about to put the phone down when the word “Jaanu” stopped him in his tracks.
“Hello”
“Hello” said Vicky
“Main Bhawna bol rahi hoon” (its me Bhawna)
“Apni jaaneman ki awaaz main pahechanta hoon” (I recognize voice of my beloved) he said making her giggle.
“main tumhaari jaaneman kab se hui” (when did I become your beloved) she said
“parson toh mera maal ban hee gayin thee” (day before you agreed to be my gal) he said
“nahin toh” (no) she said giggling.
He said “achha toh main baat nahin karta – ab jaanu, darling bologe tabhi baat hogi” (OK I will not talk – only when you call me a darling)
She laughed and said “ok baba”
“No baba – jaanu, darling, jaaneman” he said
She said “ok jaanu – ab khush” (happy I called you darling)
This was the time Rahul had picked up the phone and his face had become pale. He got hooked on the conversation.
Now the story in Rahul’s words
“jaanu” ringed in my ears.
She was giggling. I put a hand on the mouthpiece of the phone receiver and continued listening the conversations.
“khush abhi ke liye – par mujhe khush karne ke aur bhi tareeke hain” (happy for the time being – there are other ways of making me happy) said Vicky
“oye naughty” said mom
“you love naughty guys” said Vicky
She laughed aloud again.
“achha ek joke sunaaun” (should I tell a joke) he asked
“poochh kyon rahe ho” (why are u asking0
“thoda non-veg hai – bachhon ke liye nahin hai” (it’s a non veg joke – not for kids) he said
“tumhe main bachchi lagti hoon” (do I look like a kid to you) she asked
“bachchi toh nahin – maal zaroor lagti ho jaaneman” (not a kid but a babe darling) he said.
The darlings and equivalent were getting very frequent now. Vicky was getting frank with mom who too was enjoying it.
The joke was not crass one but had very strong sexual undertones.
Mom laughed and he too joined.
They continued with their talk indulging in a lot of sexual banter. The last part of the conversation was the most interesting bit for me.
‘Vicky kapde aa gaye” (clothes have come) mom said meaning from the shop
“Oho – maine miss kar diya aapko bagair kapdon mein dekhne ka chance” (oh I missed the chance to see you nude) Vicky said.
“matlab” (meaning) mom inquired.
“you said kapde aa gaye – matlab usse pahele you were without clothes” Vicky said. Must admit he had way with words.
“oye” mom said – again in mock anger.
Vicky continued “kapde toh le liye par ek demo toh banta hai” (you have bought clothes but should have a demo atleast)
Mom paused to think for sometime.
Vicky continued pressing buttons “expert opinon bhi milega – I have an eye for detail”
I thought Mom will kick him but then she agreed.
“Kal aa jaana – evening at 6. Rahul” (come tomorrow – at 6pm) mom said.
Vicky smiled.
I could not imagine Mom talking in such a manner.
She may have reasoned with herself what would come out of him seeing her doing a bit of fashion parade for him. It was what she needed to spice her life.
Next morning I announced that I have to go at 5.30pm for a movie and will be back late. That was music to Mom’s ears. She didn’t know that I too wanted to see her. Off late she had become more MILF than Mom to me.
I had starting longing for the sessions when she would sweep the floor at times, since the lovely cleavage and a large part of divine melons would be on display. I wanted to push her on the bed and screw her ass in doggie style. I had started loving her charms in Churidar. Earlier I used to laugh at her on wearing such a tight suit and now I thank my stars that she didn’t.
Mom was wearing a loose fitting salwar kameez during the day. Vicky called her about lunchtime when she told him of my movement. Why did she do that was not understood. Perhaps she too wanted him.
I could not pick the parallel line since I was in her line of sight. The talks were normal, she laughed a bit, did not call her a Jaanu but think she heard a lot of it.
She hummed a few tunes after the call.
At about 520pm I started getting ready and by 5.30 I stepped out of the house. Took an elaborate route to show my Mom in the balcony that I am truly leaving.
By 5.40pm, I started moving back at double speed to use the servant stairs as I had unlocked them enough to enter the house and then one of the small store with a door with a few holes which would help me keep an eye on the whole house. The rooms were such located that I could see most of the drawing room, the two bedrooms from the store. The store door could not be bolted since the door did not have any latch. Quietly I moved in as I was sure, mom would be in her bedroom, I tip toed and took my position.
After a couple of minutes, mom came out. I never knew mom had one of such risqué dresses. It was a salwaar kameez designed to reveal than conceal. Her charms were there for all to see. I wished she was not my mom then. She was too hot to be called a mom at that time. Sleeveless red kameez with a very deep frontal cut to show cleavage and quite tight to push up the boobs together and upwards to show a lot of bossom. The salwaar was pretty tight and the slits on the side of kameez showed supple thighs in full glory, though clad in salwaar. The hair were tied up in a French knot showing a lot of her creamy back owing to the deep cut of her kameez. A few strands of loose hair across her face gave her a sultry look.
Her ass looked too good to be true as the kameez encased the posteriors orbs of glory very nicely. They looked big, round and firm and very inviting. The make up was light and done to accentuate the creamy skin.
I could not imagine that it was my mom I was thinking about.
Rahul what are you doing – I admonished myself only to look back again at her and lust after the beautiful curvy mom.
At about 5.55pm the doorbell rang.
Now story from Rahul’s perspective.
Vicky Bhaiya came to meet me and started asking questions from me. Mummy was looking very chirpy today. Could not pinpoint the reason but was wearing a nice Churidar salwaar kameez suit that accentuated her curves. The boys and older men in our colony and even in market used to eye her lustfully and since papa has been posted overseas the gazes have become all the more blatant. The Salwaar was pretty tight as expected in a Churidaar and the kameez too was tight and appeared much tighter near her melons. The chunni was not covering her modesty. She had applied very light make up. She had the skin and features to go along very well with light make up. Infact she looked at her best only with light make up. Any heavier coating makes her look like a cosmetic doll. Since it was me and Vicky there, hence off went the Chunni. Nothing major, since it was not there even in his presence yesterday.
Vicky Bhaiya was teaching very normally. Mummy was also sitting at the side showing some cleavage to Bhaiya but he was busy teaching me. It did not appear that it was deliberate. She brought some tea and cookies for all of us. Vicky bhaiya kept on asking questions to me and looked focused on the studies.
After about an hour or so, I thought I had got a brilliant idea. As in so many erotic stories that I had read on internet, I too decided to give them the space and time to proceed. This would confirm my doubts I had on my mother. Since yesterday I had started having doubts on my mom. I announced to the world, only two though heard it, that I was going out to play. I had envisioned that both the adults would be happy on listening this but nothing such happened.
Mom said “dhyaan se” (take care)
Vicky said “all the best”
I moved out and got down the stairs making enough noise to let them know that I was going out for good. I took out the bicycle and moved ahead. After about a 100mtrs I turned the cycle back to my place to reach my house and used the emergency exit stairs to go up. Since the house on the ground floor (it was a two storeyed flats complex– ground & first floor) was empty hence I could use the emergency stairs without any botheration of anyone asking me why not the main stairs. There was a ventilator that opened in the lobby and one other in the balcony. For that I had to go to terrace and park myself there. Today was going to be “The Day” for me to see what they were upto.
From the lobby vent I could see that Vicky and Mummy was talking and laughing aloud. She was enjoying his company and was looking very comfortable with him. They were not talking of anything important till the time mom told him of a marriage in the family to take place in late November and that she had to buy dresses for that. Vicky was overjoyed with this and decided to offer his services to accompany her to the market. As he was planning to take mummy to the market his cell rang and he apologized to mom for him having to leave quickly. He told her that he has some telecon early morning on coming Wednesday and that he would be back early and can come straight to their place and then they can leave for shopping. Mom was apparently fine with the idea and off he went after shaking hands with mom and after cracking a few jokes.
I was aghast – how could Sherlock Holmes go so wrong.
One half of my mind wanted to give up and the other wanted to continue.
Rahul continues…
It was Tuesday that the phone rang in the afternoon. I don’t know why but for some strange reason I picked up the parallel connection. I could see mom sitting on the sofa in the drawing room talking on the phone. It was Vicky Bhaiya.
Vicky : “Kya haal hai” (how are you)
Mom : “Theek hoon, tum batao” (I am fine, how about you)
Vicky : “Bas jee rahen hain” (surviving)
She giggles.
Mom : “Khul ke jiyo” (live life to the fullest)
Vicky : “Kya khol ke jiyoon” (what do I open to live)
Mom : “Oye badmaash” (hey you rascal) and she giggled.
He too laughed.
Mom : “Aaj badi baaten bana rahe ho” (you are very lively while talking)
Vicky :”Thappad padne ka dar nahin hai na” (no chance of being slapped over phone)
Mom : “ Toh aap kuch bhi bol doge” (so you will say anything)
Vicky: “jo aap sunna chaho” (whatever you command)
I could not imagine my Mom talking so frankly and in such manner with a man about 10 -12years younger to her. Still there was nothing sinister. It was all fun and banter. May be sinister in may age bracket but may not be elders’ group.
After cracking a few more normal jokes Vicky ended the talk and reminded her that he will come to their house to go shopping. Mom agreed.
As the phone ended Mom was in a good mood.
Vicky Bhaiya, Mom and I, all were waiting for the Wednesday albeit for different reasons.
I had called my tutor to tell that I would not come owing to tuitions. Deep down I wanted to follow them to understand what wast the real story.
At about 3.30pm Vicky Bhaiya knocked at the door and a chirpy Mom opened it. Vicky Bhaiya spoke with me in a very normal manner. There was no irritation whatsoever in seeing me there.
Mom offered tea which he gladly accepted. At about 4pm he asked mom to get ready to go. Mom also told me that they were going for her shopping for the marriage in the family due in first week of December. What could I have said. Shopping with Mom is never an experience that I look forward to. She takes ages to select and then you are expected to wait for eternity for the ordeal to get over. May be, a typical woman thing to do.
They had decided to go to South Extension market to do the shopping. It is a very up market area in South Delhi and houses all the famous brands. South Extension or South-Ex as we call in Delhi was about 7-8 kms from our residence. Far to go on a bus but not that far if you can go on a cycle. Much less in automobile.
At about 4.25pm mom came out of her room ready to go with Vicky Bhaiya. She made some entrance even he could not help giving a long second look to her. She was wearing a sleeveless Churidaar suit with the kameez showing ample cleavage and the sem-transparent cloth giving unobstructive view of her brassiere to anyone who cared to give a look. The chunni was also light and even when it was covering the covted bossom it was showing more than it could hide. Had to admit mom had some assets but this Churidaar had accentutated them beyond belief. Chiding myself for thinking about my mom, I shook my head. As she moved around, there was another chance for chiding myself as I could not help but look at her posterior. Her creamy white silky smooth skin of her back was on a generous display owing the deep cuts of the kameez. The long slits at the base of the kameez and a tight salwaar was giving a great view of her supple things and toned calfs. Even within the confines of the whitle cloth they were looking quite nice.
What was happening to me? I chided myself again.
At 4.30pm they left in our good old Maruti 800 as Vicky bhaiya was dropped in the office cab. Vicky was driving the car. I was very good at cycling and could ride at a fair clip for some distance. As soon as they left, I picked up my gear transmission cycle and followed them. Thanks to the traffic and the benefit of knowing the short cuts where only a cycle can venture within the colony I was not much far behind them. It was only when they hit the Ring Road near the Hyatt Regency did they sped up. Now there is not cut at Hyatt Regency crossing, earlier a Red Light used to allow the movement to right to got towards Safdurjung Hospital, South Ex.
I was at the Hyatt Crossing and they were at the next crossing near the Bhikaji Cama Place. Fortunately as my light turned green and I moved ahead, they also moved ahead and I could cross the next light before it turned back red. They were ahead but not very far. The love of cycling was now helping me to spy on my own mom. I don’t know why I was doing it but could not help myself.
They reached South-Ex much ahead of me and thanks to the Parking Chaos I could see them at some distance. I parked my cycle at a place, locked it and the Sherlock Holmes or desi Karamchand was following them.
Finally they were able to park the car and move to one of the big multi storeyed store specializing in the women and kids wear. As they moved in, I too followed them, the ground floor was dedicated to office wear and casual wear and kidswear with the first floor for sarees, suits, lehengas etc and the top one being for night and undergarments. The top also had something for kids as well.
They moved to the first floor. As they climbed stairs, I thought I saw Vicky’s hand on Mom’s lower back. Not on ass globes but close. Mom did not say anything to him.
I too followed them but stopped since they were sitting at a place which was very difficult for them to avoid seeing me climbing up. I decided to wait outside. Getting caught at this place was very risky. I went out of the shop and stood near my bike gorging on ice-creams etc. The wait was getting longer and unbearable.
From here the story in atuthors’ words (Vicky as in 3rd person)
The store Vicky had chosen had a very special reason. Remember Ruchi of the store which had helped him to get Bhatti’s Maami had moved to this one in a supervisory position. A few days back Vicky had happened to meet Ruchi as his mother had to do some shopping for his sister. There he had seen her but in presence of his mother he did not show as if he knew her. Though he was able to get her number and maintain contact. She had developed into a much fuller woman.
Hence Vicky took Bhawna there.
Ruchi’s face lightened up on seeing Vicky and could make out that the lady would spend big resulting in better commissions for her and also if possible, she could have some sexual fun with Vicky at a later stage. She had not forgotten his capacity to make love. He was by far the best she had ever had. The sexual urge in her made her forget that she was now a married lady.
Bhawna was not sure what to take. The marriage was in Chandigarh and all her relatives would be present there. The programme was to go there for 5 days and attend the pre-wedding function, marriage and the reception hosted by grooms side the day after. So all in all a long list.
The problem was that unlike Maami’s time, they did not have a much secluded spot to themselves. Here a few other customers were present as it was festival time and a lot of shopping happens in October/November period. Still Vicky convinced her to buy designer Sarres with deep cut blouses, one with doris, other with strings behind the neck and a few other suits to expose more than to conceal. Deep down Bhawna liked his tastes but was always saying it would be too risqué.
In all, they had 2 decent sarees, 2 decent suits, 3 exposing sarees and 3 exposing suits. They then moved upstairs in the nightwear section. Since it was also for kids, still they did not have any privacy. He mentioned it to Ruchi also. She had smiled at his predicament, leading him to pinch her bottom.
As they came out, Ruchi ensured that one of the service boys carried some of the items to their car. The remaining ones were to be delivered at their place after some work on them.
It was already dark by then and Rahul was fed up waiting outside. When he saw them out he let a sigh of relief.
Vicky had in the meantime called his parents to say he will be late. It was normal for them to get his latecoming call and hence no doubts.
They went to Bengali Sweets and had something to eat. After about half an hour of enjoying the delights of the sweet shop they came out and went for their car. Rahul and in the meanwhile taken off towards his house as he wanted to reach early.
Rahul was still thinking what he had seen. There was nothing much to pin point.
He kept the cycle at home and now had changed to clothes for home and came out after locking the door to show he was just waiting for them eagerly. Bhawna had another key to home, hence it was not an issue. There was a very big park about 50mtrs from their house. During the night time some rowdy elements used to come from the Munirka Village and drink heavily and take drugs. Munirka Village rowdies had a reputation and hence nobody messed with them. Though Munirka was about a couple of kilomteres from there, however it was still there preferred place owing to nice chicks coming there due to proximity to Vasant Vihar, South Campus and JNU.
It was on the far side of the park from where Rahul was standing that he saw a car stopping. In front of the car a few rowdies stood and he could see them saying something indecent to the lady in the car. As he rushed towards the car, he could see his mother and Vicky getting involved and suddenly the fight started between Vicky and the other 3. Those guys were actually trying to act funny with Bhawna and he was there as her protector. Vicky was very strong and never afraid to fight if the cause was just. Within no time he had hit the rowdies’ ring leader with a few punches on the face that disoriented him. With the leader of the pack out of the way, he attacked the two. One mistake they made was that one of them went to hold Bhawna and pressed her melons from behind. Vicky was strong enough for the remaining two and hence the battle was won.
Seeing the commotion, a few more people from the colony joined in and thought it was a great opportunity to teach the rowdies a lesson and they gave them a thrashing of the lifetime. Such was the fury of the swelling crowd that gathered that a few more ruffians who were smoking drugs away to glory were also taken to task. In all this mellee, Vicky drove to Rahul’s house. Vicky parked the car and they went in. Rahul wanted to kick himself. He doubted his mother and Vicky Bhaiya who had saved their honour.
Thinking this he went to his room and cried in the solitude.
Bhawna was still shaking from the incident. Vicky moved forward and embraced her. She felt so reassured in his strong arms. He did not move his hands on her inviting back but held her in embrace. She started to cry, Vicky said a couple of times to her reassuringly “main hoon naa” (I am there).
As Rahul stopped crying he moved back to see his mother hugging Vicky and he was consoling her. Earlier he would have hit the ceiling on seeing his mother in arms of another man but held himself back since he knew the background of the embrace. It was a non-sexual act and he approached Vicky Bhaiya and said “Thank you Bhaiya”
Seeing him there, his mother disengaged but the movement away was not like being caught red handed but a genuine movement. Rahul went to the kitchen to get water for his mother. After drinking the water, she thanked Vicky.
Bhawna : “Thanks Vicky”
Vicky : “Chhodo na” (leave it)
Bhawna : “Aaj tu naa hota toh pata nahin kya hota” (what would have happened if you weren’t here)
Vicky :”kuch naa hota, aap shopping karne na jaate aur yeh gunde na milte” (you wouldn’t have gone out and faced these rowdies)
He then addressed Rahul “Inse daro mat – bhid jaao” (don’t be afraid – take them on) Rahul was impressed with the motivational words.
Vicky “achha main chalta hoon” (ok I will leave) “ghar mein kahe doonga ki raaste mein aap mil gaye thhey aur gundon se ladai ho gayi” (will tell at home that met you on way and then had fight with the rowdies)
Bhawna smiled and so did Rahul.
Bhawna again said “thanks”
Vicky used his favourite line “sukha sukha thanks nahin chalega” (no dry thanks)
“Toh geela kaise karoon” (how do I make it wet) she enquired smilingly.
‘Woh bhi bata doonga” (will let you know)
Then he left after bidding byes to mother-son duo.
He went home and explained them what had happened. How he had got down early with a friend to have some tea-coffee at Vasant Vihar and on the way back he met Bhawna and he walked her home and the scene with the rowdies. Just then Bhawna called and thanked his parents over phone for Vicky’s timely and manly help in saving her. She too repeated a similar story. His parents were very proud of him.
The next day he called her up.
After some small talk he started.
“Kya haal hain” he said, a general inquiry.
“theek hai” (ok) she replied
“Arrey, main toh aapke chahane waalon ke haal pooch raha tha, becharey free mein hee pit gaye” ( I was inquiring about your lovers, unnecessarily hit them)
“toh ab aapko mere se zyaada unki chinta hai” (so you are concerned about them more than me) said she in a mock anger tone.
“arrey unka kusoor nahin thaa – aap lag hee itni achhi rahi theen” (not their fault – you looked gorgeous) he started pressing the buttons.
She smiled and said “toh phir peeta kyon” (then why did you beat them up)
“Mere maal pe line maar rahe thhey” (they were flirting with my girl) he said it deliberately to raise the stakes and see the reaction as well.
“Tumhara Maal??” (your girl) she said.
“Haan – aap mere saath hee toh thhey – koi bhi dekh ke yahi kaheta ki ladke kya tota piece ke saath hai” (yes – you were with me – anyone would have said that the guy is with a hot babe) he furthered the stake raising process.
This time he touched the right chord “toh ab se main aapka maal ban gayin hoon” (so I am your babe from now on) she said in mock anger
“yeh question hai ya statement” (is it a question or a statement) he said, playing with her.
“Question hai toh kya aur statement hai toh kya” (what if question and if a statement) she asked and realized what was coming.
“Question hai toh answer is yes and if it is a statement then I am honoured”
She smiled at his audacity and choice of words.
He continued “toh private conversations mein main apne maal ko darling, jaanu, janeman kahe sakta hoon”
She giggled.
He said “thanks jaanu”
No response from her meant acceptance.
It was far more than he would have bargained for and after few more minutes of conversation, he ended the call.
The next day he did not call deliberately.
He got a call on Friday from Bhawna. Rahul was at home only and when his mother thought he was sleeping she called Vicky. Unknown to her, Rahul had got up to pee and wanted to call his friend and had picked up the phone at the time she was making the call. There was some disturbance in the line for a few seconds, usual thing, so Bhawna could not realize in the middle of the conversation that someone had picked the parallel line. He was about to put the phone down when the word “Jaanu” stopped him in his tracks.
“Hello”
“Hello” said Vicky
“Main Bhawna bol rahi hoon” (its me Bhawna)
“Apni jaaneman ki awaaz main pahechanta hoon” (I recognize voice of my beloved) he said making her giggle.
“main tumhaari jaaneman kab se hui” (when did I become your beloved) she said
“parson toh mera maal ban hee gayin thee” (day before you agreed to be my gal) he said
“nahin toh” (no) she said giggling.
He said “achha toh main baat nahin karta – ab jaanu, darling bologe tabhi baat hogi” (OK I will not talk – only when you call me a darling)
She laughed and said “ok baba”
“No baba – jaanu, darling, jaaneman” he said
She said “ok jaanu – ab khush” (happy I called you darling)
This was the time Rahul had picked up the phone and his face had become pale. He got hooked on the conversation.
Now the story in Rahul’s words
“jaanu” ringed in my ears.
She was giggling. I put a hand on the mouthpiece of the phone receiver and continued listening the conversations.
“khush abhi ke liye – par mujhe khush karne ke aur bhi tareeke hain” (happy for the time being – there are other ways of making me happy) said Vicky
“oye naughty” said mom
“you love naughty guys” said Vicky
She laughed aloud again.
“achha ek joke sunaaun” (should I tell a joke) he asked
“poochh kyon rahe ho” (why are u asking0
“thoda non-veg hai – bachhon ke liye nahin hai” (it’s a non veg joke – not for kids) he said
“tumhe main bachchi lagti hoon” (do I look like a kid to you) she asked
“bachchi toh nahin – maal zaroor lagti ho jaaneman” (not a kid but a babe darling) he said.
The darlings and equivalent were getting very frequent now. Vicky was getting frank with mom who too was enjoying it.
The joke was not crass one but had very strong sexual undertones.
Mom laughed and he too joined.
They continued with their talk indulging in a lot of sexual banter. The last part of the conversation was the most interesting bit for me.
‘Vicky kapde aa gaye” (clothes have come) mom said meaning from the shop
“Oho – maine miss kar diya aapko bagair kapdon mein dekhne ka chance” (oh I missed the chance to see you nude) Vicky said.
“matlab” (meaning) mom inquired.
“you said kapde aa gaye – matlab usse pahele you were without clothes” Vicky said. Must admit he had way with words.
“oye” mom said – again in mock anger.
Vicky continued “kapde toh le liye par ek demo toh banta hai” (you have bought clothes but should have a demo atleast)
Mom paused to think for sometime.
Vicky continued pressing buttons “expert opinon bhi milega – I have an eye for detail”
I thought Mom will kick him but then she agreed.
“Kal aa jaana – evening at 6. Rahul” (come tomorrow – at 6pm) mom said.
Vicky smiled.
I could not imagine Mom talking in such a manner.
She may have reasoned with herself what would come out of him seeing her doing a bit of fashion parade for him. It was what she needed to spice her life.
Next morning I announced that I have to go at 5.30pm for a movie and will be back late. That was music to Mom’s ears. She didn’t know that I too wanted to see her. Off late she had become more MILF than Mom to me.
I had starting longing for the sessions when she would sweep the floor at times, since the lovely cleavage and a large part of divine melons would be on display. I wanted to push her on the bed and screw her ass in doggie style. I had started loving her charms in Churidar. Earlier I used to laugh at her on wearing such a tight suit and now I thank my stars that she didn’t.
Mom was wearing a loose fitting salwar kameez during the day. Vicky called her about lunchtime when she told him of my movement. Why did she do that was not understood. Perhaps she too wanted him.
I could not pick the parallel line since I was in her line of sight. The talks were normal, she laughed a bit, did not call her a Jaanu but think she heard a lot of it.
She hummed a few tunes after the call.
At about 520pm I started getting ready and by 5.30 I stepped out of the house. Took an elaborate route to show my Mom in the balcony that I am truly leaving.
By 5.40pm, I started moving back at double speed to use the servant stairs as I had unlocked them enough to enter the house and then one of the small store with a door with a few holes which would help me keep an eye on the whole house. The rooms were such located that I could see most of the drawing room, the two bedrooms from the store. The store door could not be bolted since the door did not have any latch. Quietly I moved in as I was sure, mom would be in her bedroom, I tip toed and took my position.
After a couple of minutes, mom came out. I never knew mom had one of such risqué dresses. It was a salwaar kameez designed to reveal than conceal. Her charms were there for all to see. I wished she was not my mom then. She was too hot to be called a mom at that time. Sleeveless red kameez with a very deep frontal cut to show cleavage and quite tight to push up the boobs together and upwards to show a lot of bossom. The salwaar was pretty tight and the slits on the side of kameez showed supple thighs in full glory, though clad in salwaar. The hair were tied up in a French knot showing a lot of her creamy back owing to the deep cut of her kameez. A few strands of loose hair across her face gave her a sultry look.
Her ass looked too good to be true as the kameez encased the posteriors orbs of glory very nicely. They looked big, round and firm and very inviting. The make up was light and done to accentuate the creamy skin.
I could not imagine that it was my mom I was thinking about.
Rahul what are you doing – I admonished myself only to look back again at her and lust after the beautiful curvy mom.
At about 5.55pm the doorbell rang.
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