18-06-2019, 07:53 PM
Chapter 5
Episode with the servant (second encounter) - Part I
My mom seemed quite upset after that episode with the tailor and that brute, Haripada. But I also new that deep down inside pits of her womanhood, she was writhing for more male touches. The day after that incident, Haria - our new servant - arrived at our house. Our main door was unlocked and thus, he was able to enter the house. I was in my room studying, when I heard footsteps as though someone was walking up the stairs. I quickly jumped out of my bed and saw that it was our interim servant. He was wearing a light yellowish kurta and a white dhoti. He had entered the house and walked up the stairs until he reached the second floor.
Meanwhile, my mother was in the bathroom taking an early shower. I could clearly hear the water pouring from inside the washroom and my mom singing a bengali song with her sweet voice, just like a koel sings in the spring. When Haria heard that, he called out, "Didi. Didi." The volume of his voice was so low that even I was having trouble hearing him. Obviously it was inaudible for my mom as well since she was in the shower and every other sound was dimmed out.
Although I had seen Haria, he fortunately hadn't seen me. The reason I knew this is because when he realized there was no response, he went close to the bathroom door and put his ear on it. He was grinning from ear to ear when he heard my mom's sweet melodious voice and for some reason, he started touching his crotch are over his dhoti. Then his eyes fell on my mom's dressing room which was just beside the bathroom. Over there, he saw her sari, blouse and petticoat, all strewn on the floor. His eyes quickly changed from excitement to hunger. He looked around making sure there was no one else watching (I was peeping from the edge of the stares, hidden by a far wall) and then started picking up the garments one by one.
First, Haria picked up my mother's saree and started rubbing it against his face. The look of pleasure in his eyes was unmistakable as he rubbed the silk fabric against his unshaven rough cheeks and smiled like an old pervert. Then he picked up her blouse and started sniffing the patches of sweat that had formed in the area of her armpits. "Ahh...magir gaye ki unmad sexy gondho! Ei na hole boro lok barir bou." ("Ahh...what a strong sexy scent this bitch has! What's a high class wife without such a scent."), he remarked. His dirty words were making my cock grow hard. After sniffing at those patches, he moved on to the cups of the blouse. Not only did he slowly sniff the cups, he also grasped it between his teeth and started chewing it like a wild animal. Sometimes he halted to savour the taste of the sweaty material. While doing this, he plunged his left hand inside his dhoti and began stroking his cock. His cock was rock hard now and it made a clear impression on his dhoti. From the outside, his boner seemed quite thick and long, which was surprising considering he was such a short man. His cock almost seemed to reach till his knees. After he was somewhat done with the blouse, it was drenched with the mixture of her sweat and this poor pervert's saliva. He threw the blouse in the pile with the sari and proceeded to pick up the next item, which was the petticoat. Just like the blouse, he started inhaling that too. You could see the lust emanating from his face as he moved to the portions closest to the tying rope and started licking the material like it was cotton candy. This low class man's disgusting actions with my mother's garments, made me unusually excited and I too started stroking my dick above my pants in anticipation of what will happen next.
Suddenly, I heard the shower-head stop running. Both me and Haria realized her bath was over, and at any moment she would be coming out. Haria quickly hid inside the kitchen, which was directly opposite to the dressing room. He made a small gap between the curtains that cover the entrance of the kitchen and decided to spy on my mother from there.
When my mother stepped out of the washroom, she was looking incredibly erotic. She just had a towel wrapped around her body, most of her arms and legs were white. Her hair was also wrapped in a towel like the shape of a crown.The towel covered her ample milk tanks and extended till just above her knee. Her face was looking as seductive as one of the models in Lux/Nirma soap ads, when droplets of water trickled from her brow, rolled down her chubby cheeks, rested on her smooth creamy chin and then dropped inside the valley between her heavy mounds. She was looking quite alluring as she stretched her hands in the air exposing her hairy armpits. My mother bent down causing her hips to bulge out lewdly against the fabric of the towel and exposing most of her inner thighs as well as some of her pubic hairs, in the process of her awkward bending. I could imagine Haria's lust covered face and the greedy look in his eyes as my mother's towel covered pantiless wet ass teased him, just a foot away from his face. Although I had seen my mom several times in this state, watching her so exposed in front of this low class servant without her knowledge made me highly aroused. I began stroking my own dick with a feverish pace.
My mom then entered the dressing room and probably to Haria's surprise, she didn't close the door. I was not surprised though. See, this was very common for my mother since usually at this time of the hour, nobody stays at home but me and she always used to feel there was no shame in exposing in front of her son. She always treated me like a little boy who had no knowledge of the world and who didn't understand much about sex. But here I was, knowingly allowing a stranger to watch her while I stroked my manhood in sheer excitement of this stranger's lust.
Episode with the servant (second encounter) - Part I
My mom seemed quite upset after that episode with the tailor and that brute, Haripada. But I also new that deep down inside pits of her womanhood, she was writhing for more male touches. The day after that incident, Haria - our new servant - arrived at our house. Our main door was unlocked and thus, he was able to enter the house. I was in my room studying, when I heard footsteps as though someone was walking up the stairs. I quickly jumped out of my bed and saw that it was our interim servant. He was wearing a light yellowish kurta and a white dhoti. He had entered the house and walked up the stairs until he reached the second floor.
Meanwhile, my mother was in the bathroom taking an early shower. I could clearly hear the water pouring from inside the washroom and my mom singing a bengali song with her sweet voice, just like a koel sings in the spring. When Haria heard that, he called out, "Didi. Didi." The volume of his voice was so low that even I was having trouble hearing him. Obviously it was inaudible for my mom as well since she was in the shower and every other sound was dimmed out.
Although I had seen Haria, he fortunately hadn't seen me. The reason I knew this is because when he realized there was no response, he went close to the bathroom door and put his ear on it. He was grinning from ear to ear when he heard my mom's sweet melodious voice and for some reason, he started touching his crotch are over his dhoti. Then his eyes fell on my mom's dressing room which was just beside the bathroom. Over there, he saw her sari, blouse and petticoat, all strewn on the floor. His eyes quickly changed from excitement to hunger. He looked around making sure there was no one else watching (I was peeping from the edge of the stares, hidden by a far wall) and then started picking up the garments one by one.
First, Haria picked up my mother's saree and started rubbing it against his face. The look of pleasure in his eyes was unmistakable as he rubbed the silk fabric against his unshaven rough cheeks and smiled like an old pervert. Then he picked up her blouse and started sniffing the patches of sweat that had formed in the area of her armpits. "Ahh...magir gaye ki unmad sexy gondho! Ei na hole boro lok barir bou." ("Ahh...what a strong sexy scent this bitch has! What's a high class wife without such a scent."), he remarked. His dirty words were making my cock grow hard. After sniffing at those patches, he moved on to the cups of the blouse. Not only did he slowly sniff the cups, he also grasped it between his teeth and started chewing it like a wild animal. Sometimes he halted to savour the taste of the sweaty material. While doing this, he plunged his left hand inside his dhoti and began stroking his cock. His cock was rock hard now and it made a clear impression on his dhoti. From the outside, his boner seemed quite thick and long, which was surprising considering he was such a short man. His cock almost seemed to reach till his knees. After he was somewhat done with the blouse, it was drenched with the mixture of her sweat and this poor pervert's saliva. He threw the blouse in the pile with the sari and proceeded to pick up the next item, which was the petticoat. Just like the blouse, he started inhaling that too. You could see the lust emanating from his face as he moved to the portions closest to the tying rope and started licking the material like it was cotton candy. This low class man's disgusting actions with my mother's garments, made me unusually excited and I too started stroking my dick above my pants in anticipation of what will happen next.
Suddenly, I heard the shower-head stop running. Both me and Haria realized her bath was over, and at any moment she would be coming out. Haria quickly hid inside the kitchen, which was directly opposite to the dressing room. He made a small gap between the curtains that cover the entrance of the kitchen and decided to spy on my mother from there.
When my mother stepped out of the washroom, she was looking incredibly erotic. She just had a towel wrapped around her body, most of her arms and legs were white. Her hair was also wrapped in a towel like the shape of a crown.The towel covered her ample milk tanks and extended till just above her knee. Her face was looking as seductive as one of the models in Lux/Nirma soap ads, when droplets of water trickled from her brow, rolled down her chubby cheeks, rested on her smooth creamy chin and then dropped inside the valley between her heavy mounds. She was looking quite alluring as she stretched her hands in the air exposing her hairy armpits. My mother bent down causing her hips to bulge out lewdly against the fabric of the towel and exposing most of her inner thighs as well as some of her pubic hairs, in the process of her awkward bending. I could imagine Haria's lust covered face and the greedy look in his eyes as my mother's towel covered pantiless wet ass teased him, just a foot away from his face. Although I had seen my mom several times in this state, watching her so exposed in front of this low class servant without her knowledge made me highly aroused. I began stroking my own dick with a feverish pace.
My mom then entered the dressing room and probably to Haria's surprise, she didn't close the door. I was not surprised though. See, this was very common for my mother since usually at this time of the hour, nobody stays at home but me and she always used to feel there was no shame in exposing in front of her son. She always treated me like a little boy who had no knowledge of the world and who didn't understand much about sex. But here I was, knowingly allowing a stranger to watch her while I stroked my manhood in sheer excitement of this stranger's lust.
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