18-06-2019, 08:10 PM
Chapter 12
Return to the market - Part V
Once her bra was ripped off her heaving chest, my mother's huge boobs bounced into view. She broke the kiss and quickly covered her naked breasts with both hands. The butcher's eyes widened when he saw her in that state, her tight beacons bulging out from the sides of her hands. "Uff saali! Haath shora. Eto kichu hoye jawar por ekhon sati sajar natok korchis Haath shora bolchi!" ("Uff baby! Move your hands. After all this has happened, you're acting like a good woman Move you hand, I said!") , he shouted.
The loudness of his voice scared my mother. But she was still hesitant to remove her hands and show this low class man her mature mammies. Impatiently, the butcher marched up to her and forcibly grasped her hands away from her breasts!
Looking at Nayan's expression, one could clearly make out that he had never seen such m mamaries in his life. He kept staring at them with hungry eyes and also started to mildly stroke his cock over his lungi. "Orey magi! Tor doodh gulo toh bibhodsho! Ei boyoshe erom tight mai! Saalaaa!!!! Erom doodh dekhar soubhago je ami ei jonme pabo amar jana chilo na." ("You slut! Your tits are huge! Such tight mammaries at such a mature age! I never thought I'd be lucky enough to see such milk tanks in my entire life.")
My mom looked away. Although her eyes were closed, occassionaly she kept stealing glances at the butcher's left hand as it gently carressed his cock that was now fully erect and was poking against his lungi. "Erom bhabe keno dekhcho Ami ek bhodro ghorer bibahito mohila. Amar ek chele ache. Amake chere dao please." ("Why are you looking at me like this I'm a housewife of a noble household. I have a son. Let me go, please."), she said in a pleading voice.
Nayan came closer to my mom and started to gently rub her arm with his right hand, in an almost tickling manner. My sensitive mother trembled slightly owing to his cold touches. He then whispered, "Ato chaap nish na. Toke ekhane keu dekhte pabe na. Ami tor sathe shudhu ektu mosti korte chai. Tor ei nogno sorirer moja lutche chai." ("Don't worry so much. No one will see you here. I just want to have some fun with you. I just want to enjoy you're naked body somewhat.")
With his rough hand, the butcher then grasped my mother's breasts, squeezing them tight until she thought she would cry out. "Unghhhhh...Aieee!!!", she cried out in pain. With his other hand, he suddenly grasped her fleshy waist and pulled her closer, pressing her plump melons against his muscular bare chest. My mom's timid eyes were now looking into this low class man's lustful eyes. His shaft was now poking against her sari-covered thighs and indeed that was making her uncomfortable.
This scene was so erotic that both Puchu and I became slow in our pumping of each other's cocks, savoring the moment and waiting for more action to happen.
"Tor kichuta ojon halka kore diechi tor blouse ebong bra khule. Ebar monehoche amar sorirer bojhao kichuta komate hobe." ("I've reduced some of the burden that you were carrying with your blouse and bra. Now, it's time I reduce some of my own weights."), Nayan said. My mom had no idea what he was talking about, so he explained in the most crude manner that was befitting for a low-class butcher. "Amar dhon dekhbi" ("Do you want to see my dick"), he asked.
My mother was shocked and it showed on her face as sweat began to pour from her forehead. "K...Ki bolcho esob" ("Wh...What are you saying"), she said.
Without saying any more words, the butcher unwrapped his lungi and immediately his fly proudly came into view. His shaft was standing erect at nearly 7-inches and pointed straight at my mother's crotch.
My sweet innocent mom became speechless as she gawked at his erect manhood. I doubt she had ever seen someone else's member, other than my dad's, in her life.
"Bol magi, pochondo hoyeche" ("Tell me slut, do you like it"). My mother was so stupefied by the sheer size and thickness of this low-class butcher's cock that she couldn't utter a single word. "Tor bor er theke choto na boro" ("Is it bigger or smaller than your hubby.") She kept quiet and her eyes were still fixed onto to the erect member.
"Bol saali!" ("Say it, you whore!"), he yelled, this time slapping her left tit hard with his right hand causing it to jiggle invitingly.
Jumping out of her trance and wincing in pain, she said, "Ooooohhhh...boro...boro! Amar bor er theke onek boro!" ("Ooooohhhh...bigger...bigger! It's much bigger than my husband's!")
"Sotti" ("Really"), he asked again in excitement.
Having to admit such a personal thing in front of an outsider - than too in front of a low class butcher - had to be the most embarrassing moment of her life. She shook her head in shame and said, "Hain. Sotti." ("Yes. Really.").
"Amar bara ta dhore bol!" ("Touch my dick and then tell me!") This was the proverbial nail in the coffin. Although she had crossed a few barriers by being topless in front of this butcher, touching his cock would be the most taboo thing she had ever done. In her mind, I think, this was the equivalent of cheating on my dad. So, she kept her head low and her mouth shut. "Shunechis ami ki bollam" ("Did you hear what I said"), Nayan said in a rough voice, "Dhore bol kar ta boro. Amar ta na tor bor er ta." ("Grab it and then tell me whose is bigger. Mine or ur husband's.") I could tell my mother's resolve was weakening. Her closed fist slowly began to open. I guess the sight of such a manly pecker was beginning to overpower her sense of loyalty to her husband.
Return to the market - Part V
Once her bra was ripped off her heaving chest, my mother's huge boobs bounced into view. She broke the kiss and quickly covered her naked breasts with both hands. The butcher's eyes widened when he saw her in that state, her tight beacons bulging out from the sides of her hands. "Uff saali! Haath shora. Eto kichu hoye jawar por ekhon sati sajar natok korchis Haath shora bolchi!" ("Uff baby! Move your hands. After all this has happened, you're acting like a good woman Move you hand, I said!") , he shouted.
The loudness of his voice scared my mother. But she was still hesitant to remove her hands and show this low class man her mature mammies. Impatiently, the butcher marched up to her and forcibly grasped her hands away from her breasts!
Looking at Nayan's expression, one could clearly make out that he had never seen such m mamaries in his life. He kept staring at them with hungry eyes and also started to mildly stroke his cock over his lungi. "Orey magi! Tor doodh gulo toh bibhodsho! Ei boyoshe erom tight mai! Saalaaa!!!! Erom doodh dekhar soubhago je ami ei jonme pabo amar jana chilo na." ("You slut! Your tits are huge! Such tight mammaries at such a mature age! I never thought I'd be lucky enough to see such milk tanks in my entire life.")
My mom looked away. Although her eyes were closed, occassionaly she kept stealing glances at the butcher's left hand as it gently carressed his cock that was now fully erect and was poking against his lungi. "Erom bhabe keno dekhcho Ami ek bhodro ghorer bibahito mohila. Amar ek chele ache. Amake chere dao please." ("Why are you looking at me like this I'm a housewife of a noble household. I have a son. Let me go, please."), she said in a pleading voice.
Nayan came closer to my mom and started to gently rub her arm with his right hand, in an almost tickling manner. My sensitive mother trembled slightly owing to his cold touches. He then whispered, "Ato chaap nish na. Toke ekhane keu dekhte pabe na. Ami tor sathe shudhu ektu mosti korte chai. Tor ei nogno sorirer moja lutche chai." ("Don't worry so much. No one will see you here. I just want to have some fun with you. I just want to enjoy you're naked body somewhat.")
With his rough hand, the butcher then grasped my mother's breasts, squeezing them tight until she thought she would cry out. "Unghhhhh...Aieee!!!", she cried out in pain. With his other hand, he suddenly grasped her fleshy waist and pulled her closer, pressing her plump melons against his muscular bare chest. My mom's timid eyes were now looking into this low class man's lustful eyes. His shaft was now poking against her sari-covered thighs and indeed that was making her uncomfortable.
This scene was so erotic that both Puchu and I became slow in our pumping of each other's cocks, savoring the moment and waiting for more action to happen.
"Tor kichuta ojon halka kore diechi tor blouse ebong bra khule. Ebar monehoche amar sorirer bojhao kichuta komate hobe." ("I've reduced some of the burden that you were carrying with your blouse and bra. Now, it's time I reduce some of my own weights."), Nayan said. My mom had no idea what he was talking about, so he explained in the most crude manner that was befitting for a low-class butcher. "Amar dhon dekhbi" ("Do you want to see my dick"), he asked.
My mother was shocked and it showed on her face as sweat began to pour from her forehead. "K...Ki bolcho esob" ("Wh...What are you saying"), she said.
Without saying any more words, the butcher unwrapped his lungi and immediately his fly proudly came into view. His shaft was standing erect at nearly 7-inches and pointed straight at my mother's crotch.
My sweet innocent mom became speechless as she gawked at his erect manhood. I doubt she had ever seen someone else's member, other than my dad's, in her life.
"Bol magi, pochondo hoyeche" ("Tell me slut, do you like it"). My mother was so stupefied by the sheer size and thickness of this low-class butcher's cock that she couldn't utter a single word. "Tor bor er theke choto na boro" ("Is it bigger or smaller than your hubby.") She kept quiet and her eyes were still fixed onto to the erect member.
"Bol saali!" ("Say it, you whore!"), he yelled, this time slapping her left tit hard with his right hand causing it to jiggle invitingly.
Jumping out of her trance and wincing in pain, she said, "Ooooohhhh...boro...boro! Amar bor er theke onek boro!" ("Ooooohhhh...bigger...bigger! It's much bigger than my husband's!")
"Sotti" ("Really"), he asked again in excitement.
Having to admit such a personal thing in front of an outsider - than too in front of a low class butcher - had to be the most embarrassing moment of her life. She shook her head in shame and said, "Hain. Sotti." ("Yes. Really.").
"Amar bara ta dhore bol!" ("Touch my dick and then tell me!") This was the proverbial nail in the coffin. Although she had crossed a few barriers by being topless in front of this butcher, touching his cock would be the most taboo thing she had ever done. In her mind, I think, this was the equivalent of cheating on my dad. So, she kept her head low and her mouth shut. "Shunechis ami ki bollam" ("Did you hear what I said"), Nayan said in a rough voice, "Dhore bol kar ta boro. Amar ta na tor bor er ta." ("Grab it and then tell me whose is bigger. Mine or ur husband's.") I could tell my mother's resolve was weakening. Her closed fist slowly began to open. I guess the sight of such a manly pecker was beginning to overpower her sense of loyalty to her husband.
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