Misc. Erotica The Office Room

[novelistcasanova]

Date: 22 .09. 2013

Title: The Office Room
Written By:  Novelist Casanova
Word Count: 4,183

The Office Room

"Come in Meena, with this operation, we can save your husband's life," Dr. Murali said, and we entered his room. "But doctor, I have taken loans from everyone and pledged all our jewels everywhere, and the only option left was to take my husband to the Government Hospital," my mom said. "Sweetheart, Government Hospitals are too risky, you can't put your husband's life in jeopardy," Murali whispered and placed his right hand over my mom's exposed waist region between her Yellow Chiffon Saree and Matching Yellow blouse, and placed his left hand on her cheek. "Yeah doctor," She whispered. "I have told you a zillion times not to call me doctor, and to call me Murali," he said. "Murali, I don't have money for the operation," my mom whispered and put her head down. Saying " don't worry Meena, I will help," Murali lifted her chin and gave a peck on her lips and hugged my mom. It gave me an instant hard on, strangely. "It will be expensive Murali," My mom whispered, still hugging him, "that's okay, but you just have to do me one favor," Murali said. "What? Tell me, I will do anything," she said. Hugging her tight, he said something to her ear, and she pushed him away, breaking the hug. "No Murali, I can't, I am sorry," she said. Okay, I have to attend to a patient now, make up your mind, I will be back in 20 minutes," he said and left the room.

"What favor did he ask Mom?" I asked. She was putting her head down. "Tell me mom, what did he ask?" I said and held my mom's face and lifted it up. "All men are the same, he says he wants to enjoy me as a favor for saving your dad," she said. "Relax mom... Let's face it, you are beautiful, you look like yesteryear actress Bhanupriya, obviously Murali would have got tempted and wants to enjoy you," I said. "I am married, and I am not supposed to do it," she said. "But we have no other choice to save dad, we have to be smart. Lets do it for dad," I said. My mom was still silent, saying "say Yes Mom, say yes," I tickled her waist. "Okay okay, but you must not tell this to anyone," she said. "Sure, mom. I am so excited to watch Murali enjoy you mom," I said. "You are not gonna watch it, Cheenu," she said. "Mom.. please... please... I won't do anything," I said. "No Cheenu, what if you get wrong thoughts," she said. "No mom, I promise," I said. "You must be a good boy, okay?" she said and pinched my both cheeks.
Saying "Meena, I am starting to fall in love with you dear, see how fast I came back," Murali entered the room and hugged my mom, and she smiled at him. "What have you decided sweetie," Murali asked and slowly began pulling her pallu off her shoulder and dropped it down. She did not mind, and Murali was holding her naked waist and feasting his eyes over my mom's boobs over her yellow blouse. My mom, circling her index finger over his shirt button, "Murali," she whispered. "Yes Sweetie, tell me" Murali whispered and planted a kiss on her lips. Pushing his lips away gently with her lips, "Murali, why do you like me so much?" she whispered. "Because, you are sweet," Murali whispered and planted a kiss on her cheek, "mm.." she gently moaned and bit her lips. "Right from the day 1 you came here, my eyes were fixed on you. I think I love you Meena, love you so much," he whispered and hugged her. What a sight it was for me, my mom's pallu was on the floor, her arms were wrapped around his neck, and boobs inside her yellow blouse were crushed against Murali's chest. They were standing still hugging each other, and "hey, Murali, don't say that," she whispered and began brushing his hair with her hands. "Why Meena, you don't like me?" he said breaking the hug and holding her waist. "Its not like that Murali," my mom said, and Murali grabbed my mom's Saree pleats which were tugged inside my mom's petticoat near her navel. Removing my mom's Saree completely off her body, "Why Meena? Only you can be sweet to me, and I shouldn't?" Murali asked, leaving her stand only in her yellow blouse and white petticoat. "Murali, don't say that you love me, please," she whispered. "Why Meena, why?" Murali said and grabbed her buttocks over her white petticoat, "Mmmm...." she moaned biting her lips and placed her hands over his hands which were grabbing on to her buttocks. "Because I love my husband," she said and pulled his hands off her buttocks and turned around.