18-06-2019, 07:58 PM
Chapter 8
Return to the market - Part I
After that failed ejaculation attempt, I was really pissed off. I wondered what caused my mother to react in such a way. What did she see out the window I quickly straightened myself and went to the balcony. There I saw him! It was Shyam Uncle - the same perverted old man whom my mom and I had met a few days ago during that trip to the market. To recall, he was a man in his mid-fifties, with an ugly face and rugged features. His house was directly opposite to ours and the window through which he was looking was directly opposite to my mom's dressing room window. He must've seen everything! The way mom was holding those window grills - her naked tits swaying against Haria's rhythmic squeezes and strokes - was so lewd and the "kamuk" expression on her face must've been awfully sexy. I was getting hard again while imagining this old pervert jerking off to the sight of my mother's hot luscious naked body.
Meanwhile Haria having released his load was now extremely worried about my mother's violent reaction. The moment she came out of the bathroom, she was fully clothed. She didn't speak a word to our servant and was constantly avoiding eye contact with him. Haria too decided not to speak too much and with a lowered head, he was silently chopping vegetables in the kitchen. I thought she might fire him. But instead, she came to the living room and sat down, looking visibly tired and nervous.
Just then I entered the living room and immediately my mother cried, "Tui Tui ekhane ki korchis" ("You What are you doing here") She was thoroughly shocked to see me.
I acted surprised by my mother's reaction. "Ami asole ektu kacher dokane gechilam. Sobe firlam." ("I had just gone to the nearby store. Just came back.")
My mother seemed relieved on hearing that. "Oh acha. Ami asole toke dakchilum. Kono shara pachilam na bole jigesh korlam." ("Oh alright. Actually I was calling you. You weren't responding so that's why I asked.")
"Keno Kichu dorkar chilo" (""Why Did you want something"), I asked in an innocent voice.
My mother became nervous again. She obviously didn't wanna reveal what had happened between herself and Haria. "Na, kichu na. Emni toke khujchilam." ("No, nothing really. I was just looking for you.")
"Tumi toh emni emni amae kokhono dako na. Nischoe tomar kichu kaj chilo amake die." ("") I began to push her now and I could see her nervousness increasing ten-fold. Somehow, the tension in her face excited me and I wanted to hear from her mouth what she had been doing with this low-class servant, even though I had seen the truth.
While my mother was fiddling for answers, Haria suddenly moved out of the kitchen and came to the living room. Seeing him my mom became furious. "Ekhane ki korcho Jao! Ranna ghore jao!" ("What are you doing here Go! Go back to the kitchen"), she screamed.
Both Haria and I were shocked - and a little scared - by her reaction. Haria spoke meekly, "Boudi, asole ghore ektuo mangsho nai. Apni boliyashilen mangsho ranna korite." ("Bhabhi, actually there's no mutton in the house. You told me to make mutton curry.")
Upon hearing that, she calmed down. "Oh acha. Tahle ami ekhuni bajare gie niye aschi. Ayan, tui jabi amr sathe" ("Oh alright. Then I'll go to the market immediately and get it. Ayan, will you come with me.")
"Amar apotti nei. Tumi ki change korbe na" ("I don't mind going. Aren't you gonna change")
"Na. Khali jabo r mangsho ta kine chole asbo. Dress paltanor proejon nei." ("Nope. We'll just go and get the mutton, then come back. No need for changing.") It's important to mention here that my mother was dressed fairly conservatively. She was wearing a proper red-and-yellow silk saree, a red color blouse which showed about 45-50% of her cleavage though it didn't matter since her saree was covering her ample bosoms quite securely. In the sun, her saree became slightly translucent which showed off her deep round and fleshy navel as well as her chubby folds.
"Thikache. Tahle cholo." ("Fine. Then let's go.") We moved out of the house and headed towards the marketplace. When we got to the butchers shop, I was shocked to see who was manning it. It was that same man who was talking dirty about my mother a few days ago - the man named Nayan. The way he was talking about my mom that day made me feel like he was talking about a cheap whore. He had, in fact, made me cum with his dirty chatter. He was probably in his mid-thirties, same height as my mother, strongly built despite a pot-belly and his face almost looked like a bhojpuri movie villain (no offence to bhojpuri movie villains). He had an assistant who was working with him - about a 18-19 year old boy.
The moment he looked up and saw my mother, his face lit up. "Didi, asun asun." ("Didi, please come come."), he called excitedly. Since it was a weekday, the market was relatively empty and there was no queue on the butcher shop. My mom and I quickly went there.
"Acha, doo kilo mangsho din. R bhalo dekhe deben." ("Alright, give me two kilos of mutton. And make sure they're good pieces."), she said to him.
"Chinta korben na, didi. Ami apnar size moton i mangsho debo." ("Don't worry, Didi. I'll give the meat according to your size only."), his eyes lewdly roamed over her mature sexy figure while he said those words.
"R haar ta kom deben." ("And don't give too many bones.")
"Aha! Erom norom tultule mangsho samne thakle haar er ktha keu chinta kore." ("Aha! How can anyone think of bones when there's so much soft meat on display.") This time he stared at her protruding melons while uttering those words. The young boy too was smiling at this butcher's dirty comments.
"Na, tobuo bole dilam." ("No, I'm just letting you know.") My innocent mother had no clue as to what this perverted man's words actually meant. My head was low. I was enjoying his comments, but I didn't want them to know about it.
Return to the market - Part I
After that failed ejaculation attempt, I was really pissed off. I wondered what caused my mother to react in such a way. What did she see out the window I quickly straightened myself and went to the balcony. There I saw him! It was Shyam Uncle - the same perverted old man whom my mom and I had met a few days ago during that trip to the market. To recall, he was a man in his mid-fifties, with an ugly face and rugged features. His house was directly opposite to ours and the window through which he was looking was directly opposite to my mom's dressing room window. He must've seen everything! The way mom was holding those window grills - her naked tits swaying against Haria's rhythmic squeezes and strokes - was so lewd and the "kamuk" expression on her face must've been awfully sexy. I was getting hard again while imagining this old pervert jerking off to the sight of my mother's hot luscious naked body.
Meanwhile Haria having released his load was now extremely worried about my mother's violent reaction. The moment she came out of the bathroom, she was fully clothed. She didn't speak a word to our servant and was constantly avoiding eye contact with him. Haria too decided not to speak too much and with a lowered head, he was silently chopping vegetables in the kitchen. I thought she might fire him. But instead, she came to the living room and sat down, looking visibly tired and nervous.
Just then I entered the living room and immediately my mother cried, "Tui Tui ekhane ki korchis" ("You What are you doing here") She was thoroughly shocked to see me.
I acted surprised by my mother's reaction. "Ami asole ektu kacher dokane gechilam. Sobe firlam." ("I had just gone to the nearby store. Just came back.")
My mother seemed relieved on hearing that. "Oh acha. Ami asole toke dakchilum. Kono shara pachilam na bole jigesh korlam." ("Oh alright. Actually I was calling you. You weren't responding so that's why I asked.")
"Keno Kichu dorkar chilo" (""Why Did you want something"), I asked in an innocent voice.
My mother became nervous again. She obviously didn't wanna reveal what had happened between herself and Haria. "Na, kichu na. Emni toke khujchilam." ("No, nothing really. I was just looking for you.")
"Tumi toh emni emni amae kokhono dako na. Nischoe tomar kichu kaj chilo amake die." ("") I began to push her now and I could see her nervousness increasing ten-fold. Somehow, the tension in her face excited me and I wanted to hear from her mouth what she had been doing with this low-class servant, even though I had seen the truth.
While my mother was fiddling for answers, Haria suddenly moved out of the kitchen and came to the living room. Seeing him my mom became furious. "Ekhane ki korcho Jao! Ranna ghore jao!" ("What are you doing here Go! Go back to the kitchen"), she screamed.
Both Haria and I were shocked - and a little scared - by her reaction. Haria spoke meekly, "Boudi, asole ghore ektuo mangsho nai. Apni boliyashilen mangsho ranna korite." ("Bhabhi, actually there's no mutton in the house. You told me to make mutton curry.")
Upon hearing that, she calmed down. "Oh acha. Tahle ami ekhuni bajare gie niye aschi. Ayan, tui jabi amr sathe" ("Oh alright. Then I'll go to the market immediately and get it. Ayan, will you come with me.")
"Amar apotti nei. Tumi ki change korbe na" ("I don't mind going. Aren't you gonna change")
"Na. Khali jabo r mangsho ta kine chole asbo. Dress paltanor proejon nei." ("Nope. We'll just go and get the mutton, then come back. No need for changing.") It's important to mention here that my mother was dressed fairly conservatively. She was wearing a proper red-and-yellow silk saree, a red color blouse which showed about 45-50% of her cleavage though it didn't matter since her saree was covering her ample bosoms quite securely. In the sun, her saree became slightly translucent which showed off her deep round and fleshy navel as well as her chubby folds.
"Thikache. Tahle cholo." ("Fine. Then let's go.") We moved out of the house and headed towards the marketplace. When we got to the butchers shop, I was shocked to see who was manning it. It was that same man who was talking dirty about my mother a few days ago - the man named Nayan. The way he was talking about my mom that day made me feel like he was talking about a cheap whore. He had, in fact, made me cum with his dirty chatter. He was probably in his mid-thirties, same height as my mother, strongly built despite a pot-belly and his face almost looked like a bhojpuri movie villain (no offence to bhojpuri movie villains). He had an assistant who was working with him - about a 18-19 year old boy.
The moment he looked up and saw my mother, his face lit up. "Didi, asun asun." ("Didi, please come come."), he called excitedly. Since it was a weekday, the market was relatively empty and there was no queue on the butcher shop. My mom and I quickly went there.
"Acha, doo kilo mangsho din. R bhalo dekhe deben." ("Alright, give me two kilos of mutton. And make sure they're good pieces."), she said to him.
"Chinta korben na, didi. Ami apnar size moton i mangsho debo." ("Don't worry, Didi. I'll give the meat according to your size only."), his eyes lewdly roamed over her mature sexy figure while he said those words.
"R haar ta kom deben." ("And don't give too many bones.")
"Aha! Erom norom tultule mangsho samne thakle haar er ktha keu chinta kore." ("Aha! How can anyone think of bones when there's so much soft meat on display.") This time he stared at her protruding melons while uttering those words. The young boy too was smiling at this butcher's dirty comments.
"Na, tobuo bole dilam." ("No, I'm just letting you know.") My innocent mother had no clue as to what this perverted man's words actually meant. My head was low. I was enjoying his comments, but I didn't want them to know about it.
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