Misc. Erotica The Big Fat Two-State Wedding (Complete)

[Mintu08]

Chapter 38

Around Evening :

Promila and Subosree were unaware of whatever happened at the gym, because currently Mohan was taking them both to the famous Juhu Beach! Both mother and daughter sat behind, enjoying the chilly breezes of the Mumbai evening and along with it, Mohan also showed them various houses of Bollywood stars as he drove on.

"Interesting uncle..........wow, I mean Mannat is so beautiful! Right maa?" Subosree got easily carried away by the glitz and glamor of the city and Promila too nodded sheepishly. She had her hair tied in a bun and the saree she wore was a simple one with a faint yellow color, including the blouse which was surprisingly sleevless. Infact, the young girl did find the blouse to be revealing, keeping in mind the slightly fleshy arms of her mother, but infront of Mohan, she had to murmur carefully.....

"Maa, I can almost see your armpit hair! eesh.... why this blouse?" 

Promila didn't want to admit to her younger daughter that she deliberately did so for some amount of attention from the strong Marathi man who was smiling and driving all along. How could she admit, she wondered. But, for now, she rather maternally admonished Subosree softly.....

"Uff Subu! your maa is fine with this blouse!! You are interfering a bit too much young lady! I am your mother!"

"Uh okay.......ma relax!" Subosree didn't like the moment her mother sounded suddenly aggressive, which she had become recently, for some reason or the other, which she wasn't aware of. But what also disturbed her was the fact that Promila had worn a dim red gloss on her lips, which wasn't bright enough, but certainly added some juiciness to her lips. 

"Maa even started applying glosses hmmmmmmmm..." Subosree wondered and then noticed something to her surprise, rather an 'awed' surprise! She noticed Mohan stealing frisky glanced from the up-rearview mirror and even though the young girl couldn't make out his smile, she surely saw some apparent lust in his eyes. It startled her, but still she bit her lip and kept quiet.

On the other hand, Mohan being the friendly easy-to-get-along man he was, began to converse freely with both mother and daughter......

"Subosree, Promilaji, you will enjoy the beautiful beach we are about to reach soon! If you haven't been to Juhu, you haven't seen Mumbai yet! They say"

"Oh I see...........I have umm heared about it for sure!" Promila cooed politely and she felt wicked shivers when she smelt the musky scent of the man once more like the other day and she blushed even more, keeping in mind the fact that she had glossed her lips and had worn a sleevless blouse. Somehow the combination of all three made Promila quiver a bit between her thighs, but she ignored and sat still.

"By the way, I hope my sister is being a good host to you both!" Mohan smiled and still shamelessly kept his eyes fixed on the gloss of Promila's lips and his eyes didn't just stop there, but also descended down to see the fluffy cheeks and then the nice golden earings that almost made him yearn to kiss and lick those ears and his lump immediately formed in his trousers. He was relieved of the fact that neither Subosree nor her mother could see the lump. 

"Oh umm yes she is............ quite a lot of care indeed!" Promila cooed and recollected the moments of Maalti's massage and how soothing it made her feel inside. But what made her feel a bit shameful was how Debosree was casually and silently humiliated in the whole conversation and how she allowed the maid to to do so. But, the words couldn't be denied. Such was the awful truth!

"Good to know!" Mohan smiled and eventually they reached Juhu Beach atlast!

The evening was a calm breezy one and usually at this time, couples wondered around. Promila got down the car with her daughter and greeted the soothing breezy beach with a warm smile, while Subosree found the beach to be quite a delightful place. All three went inside and Mohan insisted on a treat immediately...

"You both must try the famous 'Vada Pav' here!" The burly man smiled. His dark wheatish tone contrasted well with the white full sleeve tshirt he wore, while Subosree kind of loathed the way he looked at her mother. His eyes had that unambiguous mischief for sure.

"Uh.......oh....never heared of it!" Promila purred. She noticed people around taking chillies by default on their plates and usually being a Bengali, she hated too much spice.

"Try it out! You will love it!" Mohan smiled wickedly and soon he passed on two plates of two Jumbo vadapav dipped with Kolahpuri chatni which was usually spicy. 

"Ssssssshhh uhhhhfff............o maa go!" Promila bit on her first vada pav and found it quite spicy, while Subosree too found it spicy as well and she made a 'ssssssssssssss' hissing sound too. Mohan giggled at this and smirked.........."Relax, spice is the passion of Maharashtrians!"

Promila noticed the glare the man had when he uttered 'spice' and she kind of made sure her pallu was dbangd well, gladly realising that she had pinned it well with her blouse. This was not the first time that Mohan's stare made her feel a bit nervous for some reason.

Promila and Subosree found the snack to be a spicy one, but then immediately after that, all three went for a soda juice which again soothed both mother and daughter. At this precise moment, Mohan noticed how the glossy lips of Promila pursed to suck the juice from the straw and the more she slurped, the more his cock stirred and he almost wanted to yank it out and calm it, but then he was mature and patient enough to wait for the right moment to come.

Just right then, All three went for a brief walk towards the sea-shore, while Subosree felt the need to be on her own, than being amongst the middle-ageds. She politely excused herself and Mohan allowed her to be on her own with a smile, while Promila admonished politely...

"Don't go too far, be nearby only Subu!"

"Okay maa!" Subosree nodded with a sigh and excused herself, while for a brief moment she turned back to see Mohan chit chatting with Promila and the two walked almost like long-lost friends. This was the first time the girl saw her mother being so close to a man, since her father's death and for some reason, Mohan's company to her mother disturbed her slightly, but then the breeze made her open air blow up, making her curious to take a further walk.

While walking, Subosree took in the sight of every and single thing around her. Be it some kids playing, couples sharing a kiss or a snack or even the waves of the sea. These sights along with a soothing breezy air was something the young girl enjoyed and not only her hair, but even her dupatta blew to and fro with a rhythm untill it swiftly shifted from her body and flew away.

"Heyyyyy uhhhh oh no!" Subosree ran after the dupatta untill she realised with a gasp that the dupatta stuck to the face of a young man! Not just young, but quite a hunk to be frankly described. The man was just wearing a tight-tshirt and shorts, which quite easily highlighting his well muscled body and the tone was ofcoarse a bit darker which loathed Subosree a bit, but she was kind of taken back by the sharp features of the face, once the dupatta was on his hand. 

"So this is yours hmmm?" The young man passed a charming smiled.

"Umm yes, can I have it back please? Subosree forwarded her hand and she wanted to just flee off as soon as possible.

The man smiled and passed the dupatta to the bong girl and then he forwarded his firm hand.........."Hi, Tejas!"

"Oh ummm Hi, Subosree!" The girl just passed a normal expression and refrained from the handshake. However, Tejas kept smiling and studied the figure of the bong girl well within her salwar kameez, while raising an eyebrow........"Subo..sree? Wait, the name sounds different!" 

'Um.....I am from Kolkata!" Subosree somehow allowed the conversation to take place further. The young man, perhaps only a little older to her, had a charming clean shaven face which suddenly gripped her attention well, but somehow his eyes had a mischief which she didn't like and just then, she excused herself....."I have to go bye........." 

Subosree didn't wait for a response from Tejas and she turned around, adjusting her hair and the moment she walked ahead, Tejas studied the slim but well defined curves within the salwar kameez itself and then, he raised a voice, stopping her by surprise...

"Ummmm hope to see you again!!"

Subosree just looked behind for a moment and then looked front again, not bothering to reply or not even pass a smile. But Tejas had a feeling deep inside that he might stumble upon her someday again. 

Meanwhile, Promila and Mohan were on their own little world with brief conversation and some random eye contacts. Just then, Mohan's words made Promila stop and look at him with intense eyes..

"Promila ji, to really feel the cool breezes, you can free your hair! umm just a suggestion!"

"Uhm.............oh Mohan ji.......its just that, I haven't done it for a long time........" Promila hesitated a bit, but a shiver passed her body when the pehelwaan like man touched her palm softly and smiled further, gazing deep into her eyes......

"Its alright, you will like it...........trust me!"

Mohan's presence and his words suddenly began to fill in the void that was there in Promila's life since her husband's death and while she felt a bit nervous, her insides began to be enticed for that very reason as well. She shyly looked at Mohan again, who blinked softly...."Go on..."

That was all required! The assurance from Mohan made Promila untie her hair gurd and free her long hair and the moment the hair flew and rested all the way against her spine, the Juhu breezes enticed her senses even more and she sighed with some relaxation.

"Thats the spirit!" Mohan smiled and with a blush on the cheeks, Promila began to take further walk with the man and by now, his musky scent didn't bother her much strangely.

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In the meantime, at home :

Debosree was lying on her bed with the memories of the incidents that happened in her life since her bobbyfication. At this point, she stil looked gorgeous even in her thinking state as her saree was slightly curled up untill her knees and then the deep breaths she took made the breasts heave up and down within the blouse itself. She looked up at the fast revolving fan and loathed the memory of the forced blowjob in the gym. 

Also, visions of Pallavi's smirking during her blowjob added more fuel to the fire in Debosree's mental wound. The bobby grabbed onto the sheets with angry fists as she remembered how Pallavi enjoyed blowing Daksh in the most sensual kinky way possible. Not to mention, the musky manly sweaty stench that filled the whole gym atmosphere!

"Eeeessh..... is this really happening in real with me?? Oh bhogoban!!" 

But somewhere inside the Bobby, there was this strange acceptance of the feminine feelings. Small visions of the sight of Harsh's big cock and his strong thighs came into her mind and it made her a bit weak inside. With disgust in her heart and cringe on her face, she ran her long nailed fingers on the area just above her cunny. 

Debosree did this untill the very same hand raised up to just beneath her breasts and then she stopped in horror!

"No!!...no way!!!! Uhhhh feelings for a man!!! Uhhh noo!!'

Debosree grabbed the pillow and weeped a bit, untill her eyes reached the wall frame. It was a picture framed in gold and it belonged to her and Harsh in their wedding outfits. She immediately diverted her eyes from that picture and cried even more, but briefly. What bothered her more was the weight of her big breasts and the deep coven between her thighs which always stirred with sexual delight when Harsh approached her.  All though, it was only her male mind that protested.

The bobby sniffed some more tears of embarrassment untill her phone buzzed, but she didn't respond, and then it buzzed again, and again untill she checked it immediately out of curiosity and with a sigh!

Debosree looked into the phone and she read a "sorry" message from Harsh, but along with that word, was attached a small animation clip, which made Debosree curious and she sighed briefly before clicking on the vid. 

The Animation clip was of a grumpy gloomy girl and then a man's face pops up pasing many cartoon kisses to her and this very clip from Harsh made Debosree even more cringed and she just shoved aside the phone with lying on the bed with the pillow stuffed to her breasts. However, just then Maati entered the room, almost scaring the booby!

"Aga bai! It's just me. Relax choti bahu!" The hefty maid smiled and kept a tray of tea on the bed, along with some rich creamy cookies. 

"Can I ask something?" Maalti cooed.

"Uh....what?" Debosree adjusted her pallu and sat straight. But the mischievous maid had already guessed the fact that the bobby had been in tears for quite some time and she even knew why.

"Choti bahu, Harsh baba and you make such a nice pair! He must be taking good care of you!" Maalti smiled and poured the tea inside the cup. The sight of the tea being poured inside the cup made the bobby remember the obscene moment when Harsh ejaculated inside the mil cup and this made her cringe again and erase the awful scene from her mind. However, she also noticed many cookies on the plate and that too very rich creamy sweetened ones.

"Uh.......thats a lot Maalti bai! uh.............I can't have that much!!!" Debosree pouted.

'Aga bai!!!! I thought after spending so many steamy nights with your husband, You are ought to get only hungry day by day and enjoy munching on some sweety goodies!" Maalti purred with a hand on her hefty hip. Her sarcastic expression sent some strange shivers inside the bobby, but the biggest shiver was yet to come!

Maalti now forwarded the cup of tea towards Debosree and cooed again.......'Your aai is such a sweet soul!!! She confessed to me about how relieved she is that you are an 'aurat' now!!"

"UH..........Wait............you uhh.......oh god!!! Maalti bai!! please, you may go now!!!" Debosree didn't like the fact that her mother shared the details with even a mere maid, but Maalti purred once more before leaving........ 

"Choti bahu, don't worry! you should be happy you got a re-birth!! Aga bai, your beauty can make any man crazy!!"

Maalti smiled and left the room with an elephantine sway on her broad saree clad hips, while these words emasculated Debosree's male mind even more and she dropped a thick droplet of tear from one of her beautiful round eyes. The bobby hugged the pillow with her curvy body in a defeated submissive way, remembering the promise her mother asked from her....

"Promise me Debu, you will be a good wife to Harsh!"

Remembering the promise from Promila, made Debosree shockingly realise a small quiver inside her heart and between her legs and in sheer shock she wondered.....

"Ei bhogobaan..........am I mentally transforming too? uhh........oh"

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Meanwhile, at Juhu beach :

While Subosree was enjoying her own space, Mohan and Promila took a brief walk along the shore and the widow felt a new thrill in keeping her greying black long hair all open for the soft breeze to come and blow it. Besides her, Mohan too admired the beauty of the sea with the breezes and along with it, the beautiful company he had.

Promila too was aware of the fact that Mohan's presence brought some thrill to her life by now. The surrounding in the beach also has couples running, kissing each other, playing with the waves and these views made her feel some yearning deep inside her body and just then besides her feet, a wave almost roared, which made Promila suddenly cling to Mohan and the man shamelessly grabbed the exposed portion of the waist, comforting her.

"Uhh ahm..Mohan ji..... sorry!" Promila blushed in suddenly clinging to the burly man, who didn't mind one single bit as he held her firm and this was the moment when they both eyed each other intensely all of a sudden. Mohan had a latent lust in his eyes which didn't go unnoticed by Promila, who too felt an intense heartbeat at the sight of his big dark wheatish hands gripping her fair exposed waist flesh firm.

"Promilaji I didn't mind....just relax. The waves keep coming here! The sea is a frivolous one!" Mohan smiled and then he added after a sigh...."But I must say one thing! Infact compliment you..."

Promila shamelessly realised she didn't mind the grip of the burly Marathi man who held her waist firm and with her long cascading hair blowing in the breezes, her lips opened softly...."compliment me..? On what?"

"You look beautiful with your open hair! So silky and long they are! They remind me of an actress I love! She is a Bengali too!!"

Promila blushed and sighed in a bit of a romantic way. She knew she always had long thick cascading hair and she had usually kept it open when Debosree was a small child. However, now in her early fifties, with a slight greying, it felt awkward to kept it open and allow it to be flowing through the breeze of a beach! And moreover, having another man compliment her after so many years.

"Hmmmm which actress Mohan ji?" Promila wanted to know. She found the pehelwan like man a bit charming all of a sudden.

"Jaya....umm wait...Jaya Badhuri! Yes. I have been a fan of her since college days! You have a similarly long silky hair! Do most Bengali women have it?" Mohan sounded curious and to Promila's releif, he let go off her waist, making them both begin their walk once more.

"Well.....you could say so!" Promila smiled sheepishly. The whiff of the cool Juhu breezes along with the manly musk of the man next to her was hitting her nose and making her feel some unknown stirrings inside her body constantly. These feelings were such that she just couldn't admit it easily and while she walked, she only looked at the sea, or managed her hair strands which flapped on her forehead due to he breezes.

However, as they walked, Promila kept remembering the gloomy face of Debosree and how she remained silent throughout the whole day. She realised something sure had happened between her bobby son and Harsh and the widow wondered what could it be. Maybe Pallavi knew something? She wondered if she should ask her ex-bahu!

Mohan on the other hand, somehow read the concern on Promila's face and he stopped and held her soft palm right away, making her stop her walk too and with a latent sexual shiver, she looked up at the man staring deep into her, while pouting..."Uhm....what is it...Mohanji?"

Mohan kept his palm on Promila's firmly and cooed with an apparently mischievous tone..."Do you miss Debosree's father?"

Promila did feel a slight discomfort from having her palm held firmly by Mohan, but the sudden mention of her late husband made her a bit gloomy and she did realise that she missed him, moreover, she missed a male presence in her life. But she couldn't even admit the fact that she felt somewhat aroused with Mohan's company. A shameless part of her enjoyed the whole beach tour with him along with the soft breezes around.

But Mohan not only was keen to get along with Promila, but also his mind was wicked enough to make sure that she fell for him with consent! 

"Mhmmm....I do!" Promila admitted, gazing at the waves that roared in the sea.

Mohan felt the atmosphere getting very slightly kinky and he stood precisely behind Promila, gazing at the sea from her angle itself. He felt tempted to kiss the back of the neck which glowed with a bit of sweat due to the minor rays, while his eyes very eagerly ravished the sight of the faint white bra strap through her blouse. 

"Was he good at his deeds?" Mohan naughtily enquired as he deliberately breathed the words into Promila's nearest ear.

"Deeds?" Promila purred, knowing well about the meaning behind the word, but she blushed in shame.

"You know what I am saying Promila ji....right?" Mohan very very slowly held the shoulder of the widow and allowed her to turn to face him. The blue saree with the green blouse enticed Mohan already and what engrossed him further was the round doe like eyes of the matronly beauty. 

"Uhm.....we did have our moments!" Promila politely answered back. She remembered the tender lovemaking by her late husband, which were still engraved somewhere in the back shelves of her memory. However, Mohan proceeded a bit more further in this context...

"Debosree must be missing her father too! A father is so important for a daughter!!" 

Promila felt a small shiver and she looked deep into the eyes of Mohan, who then held both her palms in his own rugged ones and murmured...."She is like my daughter too! Right?"

Promila wondered what she could say. Mohan had such a strong mental and a physical presence, that she blushed when he mentioned 'father' in a serious tone. 

Suddenly at that moment Promila wept a bit and she immediately clung to Mohan, allowing the man to rub the creamy blouse clad back of the lady. In midst of the weeps, Promila purred...

"Snfff....Mohan ji.....why is life so...snffff unfair? Why did snffff he leave me?"

The clouds turned darker suddenly, allowing the evening to creep in more with a slightly more increase in the cool breezes, but the same breezes sent more shivers inside Promila, when Mohan broke the hug and allowed her to stand still again, while looking into her eyes with an honest tone...

"Perhaps you deserved better Promila ji!"

"I am sorry...but...uh snff.... What do you mean?" Promila rubbed the tiny remains of tears from her eyes with her pallu and looked at Mohan with confused serious eyes.

"Your husband must not have been the alpha you deserved Promila ji! Or else no way would he give you a son who wasn't a male at all, and would be bobbyfied later on! But, who cares! Debosree is so beautiful! Just like you. I promise you something today! I will treat her like my own daughter and be a father figure to her and even scold her if needed! If you are okay with it!"

Mohan's crude words made Promila feel more incomplete now, but the soothing Juhu breezes made her mentally relax and allow new thoughts to enter her mind. As for now, she breathed deep and then after letting a sigh out, she blinked slowly at the burly man infront of her and cooed...

"Yes you can! She needs a fatherly attention too and...." However a blushing Promila stopped, while Mohan got his face closer...."And?"

With the man's musky stench and his thick moustached mouth so close to her face, Promila felt another tension creep inside her and this was unambiguously sensual and somehow both their lips trembled as they were furiously close to each other. But before any further movement could take place, Subosree shouted from afar..."Maa....its getting darker now!"

The voice of her younger daughter broke the spell of the atmosphere for Promila and she shifted aside, pouting to Mohan...."Um....we must be going....I guess! This was a lovely beach......thank you for bringing us here!"

Watching Promila go ahead towards her younger daughter, made Mohan smirk and study the good amount of sway the round ass of the lady did, clad in the saree. His eyes neither left the creamy fair back peeking out of the blouse, nor the slight hip sway of Promila and his cock throbbed through the way untill he reached his car. 

On the other hand, before Subosree could sit, she looked back at the beach and wondered where the charming stranger disappeared. Even the brief moment spent with the unknown man made her smile with a bite on the lower lip, as she got inside the car. 

"Had a good time Subosree beti?" Mohan smiled as he began driving out of the beach premises, while Subosree just managed to murmur...."umm yes uncle!".

Sitting besides her younger daughter, Promila sheepishly smiled on her own, remembering the moments spent with Mohan and moreover, the words he had planted into her mind.