19-06-2019, 09:50 AM
But I'm sure this perverted shrimp was dying to help her out. "Acha cholun dekhi apni ki koira moida makhan." ("Okay let's ee how you prep the dough.") Saying this, for the first time his eyes went towards the mixing bowl as my mom started carefully probing and kneading the dough. Hardly a few seconds had passed when he cried, "Arey boudi, eta ki koritasen apni Apni toh thik moton atta makhaitei zanen na dekhi. Moida thik moton na maikha thakile pindo hoiya zae. Atta zodi thik koira maikhen tobe seite nize theikai bhārasāmya-sankrānta hoye." ("Hey Bhabhi what are you doing You don't even know how to knead the dough properly. Underkneaded dough just sits there in lumps, well-kneaded dough springs into a nice symmetrical form almost by itself.") His voice came so suddenly and loudly that my mom shook in trepidation. But he continued in a high-pitch voice, "Dekhun apnago dekhai." ("Let me show you.")
Then this low-class servant did something that definitely caught me by surprise. He swiftly moved behind her and positioned himself in such a way that it looked like he was almost hugging her from behind. "Chinta koriben boudi. Ami apnago shikhaiya ditesi ki koira shohoje atta makhaite hoe." ("Don't worry, Bhabi. I will teach you how to knead wheat dough easily.") Since he was short, he could barely see over her shoulder and so he came closer until his thin body was completely in contact with my mom's backside and his pyajama-covered crotch was pushing against my mother's bulging hips. My mom, on the other hand, just stood there with a confused expression on her face.
Suddenly I saw two hands slowly proceed underneath my mother's smooth arms and firmly grab her own hands which were on the mixture of atta (powdered wheat) and water. "Apnago dhire dhire haath dhore dhore shikamun." ("I'll slowly teach you how to do this using my own hands to guide yours.")
My mom was dazed and I noticed Haria slowly pushing his pyjama-covered prick against her nighty-clad bottoms. "Uh....N-na na dorkar nei, Haria. A-ami kore nebo....t-tumi chere dao." ("Uh....N-no, you don't need to Haria. I c-can handle it... You can let go."), she nervously stammered. I could see in her eyes that she was panicking and yet, her heavy breasts started heaving up and down as a direct cause of her increased breathing. I was rubbing my cock over pants, totally shocked at what was happening in the video.
"Na na, boudi. erom kore ki kore charum bolun toh Sobe toh dhorlum. Ekhon toh apnago atta makhano shikhaiya tobei ami apnago charum." ("Not at all, Bhabhi. How can I let you go like this I just caught you. Now I will only leave you after you have learnt the art of proper dough kneading.") His words sounded sarcastic and were filled with double meaning phrases, though I doubt my mom caught any of it.
My mom seemed a little worried now. But still she decided to go with it. "Acha thikache, kintu taratari sekhao. Bunty jekono muhurte chole aste pare." ("Okay fine, but hurry up. Bunty can arrive at any moment.") I felt a tingle in my cock when I heard my name being said.
"Apni chinta koriben na, Boudi. Apni shudhu dekhun ami ki kori." ("Don't you worry, Bhabhi. Just watch what I do.") Then he began his lesson. Holding my mom's palms over his, he said, "Apnago atta abong joler misron tike ei bhabe dui haath die makhan." ("Carefully mix your wheat and water mixture with both hands like this.") He slowly directed her hands through the wheat and water mixture, making a floury mess on both their palms. Soon they started getting doughey and her hands became quite entwined with golden, sticky dough. Haria was taking ample advantage by holding and grabbing my mother tender hands in the pretext of teaching her how to make dough. "Ei je kachjei atta gulon laiga roise shegulon nokh diya chachiya felun." ("") As he continued to narrate the procedure, I noticed him moving his waist in a circular motion which caused my mom's magnificent rear to follow the same movement. Her booty was pressed against his crotch so hard that you could see the flab from her ass shaking from his abuse. "Taripor aiste aiste atta tare makhan aar dekhun kemon ekte ghono esmooth malkori toiri hoe." ("Then, slowly fold the dough over itself with the spatula as you see how smooth it becomes.") As he said the words, his crotch stopped circling her ass as he moved a little backward and positioned his huge hard rod between her shapely butt-cheeks. Then, suddenly, this perverted 40 year old man-servant pushed hard against her ass.
"Unghhh...", my mother let out a soft moan as she felt his bulging erection creeping against her silk nighty. "K-ki korcho tumi eta" ("W-what are you doing"), she stuttered with most feeble voice. I could see clearly that her resistance was starting to break as this low-class drunk A-hole started working his magic. Her breathing was getting heavier by the second and her plunging breasts seemed to move up and down steadily due to the excitement.
"Ahhh...Apnago atta makhano sekhaitesi boudi....Ahhh" ("Ahhh....I'm teaching you how to knead dough, Bhabhi."), he said with his wry smile clearly being captured by the camera. Plus, he was also moaning now, his mouth was open and his face became contorted.
I could see that my mom was struggling to keep her head concentrated in the prepping lesson, especially with Haria poking his erect boner between her nighty-wrapped ass-cheeks.
Seeking advantage of the opportunity, Haria slowly started moving his palms up the smooth, silky skin of her hands causing her to close her eyes and tingle with excitement. "Ahhh...th-thamo! K-ki korcho" ("Ahhh...s-stop! W-what are you doing now"), she pleaded in a seductive submissive voice, while her eyes remained closed. She was in haze of lust as her mouth became dry and gaped open.
"Ektu haath buliye disilam boudi. Apnago haath nischoy klanto hoiya giyase. Tai ektu aaram disilam." ("I'm just making you relaxed, Bhabhi. Your arms must be tired. So I was helping you relax.") Haria was taking his time, slowly rubbing his floury hands up and down the length of her smooth arms - from her thin wrist to her chubby upper arms - covering them with sticky dough, which actually made her appearance look way sexier. He kept his lips on her neck, and time and again started flicking his tongue over her smooth skin, making that area wet with his saliva. "Mmmmm....ufff..", this was driving her even crazier as she moaned with pleasuere.
After a few minutes of that, the low-class servant moved his hands away from her arms and placed them on the sides of her waist. My mom gulped, taking her hands off the mixing bowl and resting them on the kitchen counter. She now looked completely under the control of this low-class servant and prepared for what was coming.
My cock was already leaking, so I took out my wiener and slowly started rubbing the tip with my thumb, thereby spreading the precum all over the head of my rod. Then, with my eyes fixed on the monitor, I gently started stroking my hard-on. This was better than any porn movie I had ever seen, and all thanks to Shyam Uncle for this idea.
Anyways, seeing little resistance from my sweet, voluptuous mother, Haria carefully positioned his crotch against her protruding buttocks. He slowly began going in and out in a humping motion causing my mom to shake violently. Her boobs looked like they were about to pop out of her nighty due to the violent shaking. His manly rod was going in and out through her nighty covered ass crack. "Mmmmm aro jore koro...." ("Mmmmm go faster..."), she moaned in ecstasy. Haria was more than ready to oblige as he shoved his hard, near 9-inch tool against her ass, almost burning a hole through the fabric. He held her waist tighter and began pushing in-and-out like a freaking piston!
"OOuuuffffff.......Ahhhhhhh.....Aaarrrr parchiiii naaaa dhore rakhteeee!!!" (""OOuuuffffff.......Ahhhhhhh..... I ccccan't holdddd it anymoreeeee."), my mother suddenly yelled and her whole body shook in a powerful orgasm. She held on the sides of the kitchen counter for support as rivers of cum flew down her aching pussy and the front of her nightgown became totally drenched in pussy fluids.
Haria wasn't done. He released his grip from her waist, stepped back and stared at my mature mother's nighty-covered bottoms and shapely thighs, admiring their lusty structure and licking his lips with approval. His eyes were mainly glued there because my mom's pussy juices had made the entire area wet, causing the material to become somewhat translucent.
My mom, who seemed a little tired after that first orgasm, began turning her head trying to see him over her shoulder. As soon as he saw his perverted expression, staring and smiling at her womanly shame, she said, "Isshhhh.... erom bhabe dekho na, doya kore." ("Isshhh...don't look at me like this, please."). Although it seemed like she was pleading, her expression was that of desire mixed with shame.
"Parlum na, boudi." ("Can't do it, Bhabhi."), he said with hungry, bloodshot eyes, "Apnago moton erom cheez aaj obdi dekhi nai. Mmmmm dekhun kerom jol jhoreche apnago gud diya." ("I've never seen a hottie like you before. Mmmm look at how much juices spilled out of your cunt.")
My mom looked down instinctively and then quickly moved her head away in shame. "Ebar jao ekhan die!" ("Now go from here!"), she feebly said, closing her eyes again.
Then this low-class servant did something that definitely caught me by surprise. He swiftly moved behind her and positioned himself in such a way that it looked like he was almost hugging her from behind. "Chinta koriben boudi. Ami apnago shikhaiya ditesi ki koira shohoje atta makhaite hoe." ("Don't worry, Bhabi. I will teach you how to knead wheat dough easily.") Since he was short, he could barely see over her shoulder and so he came closer until his thin body was completely in contact with my mom's backside and his pyajama-covered crotch was pushing against my mother's bulging hips. My mom, on the other hand, just stood there with a confused expression on her face.
Suddenly I saw two hands slowly proceed underneath my mother's smooth arms and firmly grab her own hands which were on the mixture of atta (powdered wheat) and water. "Apnago dhire dhire haath dhore dhore shikamun." ("I'll slowly teach you how to do this using my own hands to guide yours.")
My mom was dazed and I noticed Haria slowly pushing his pyjama-covered prick against her nighty-clad bottoms. "Uh....N-na na dorkar nei, Haria. A-ami kore nebo....t-tumi chere dao." ("Uh....N-no, you don't need to Haria. I c-can handle it... You can let go."), she nervously stammered. I could see in her eyes that she was panicking and yet, her heavy breasts started heaving up and down as a direct cause of her increased breathing. I was rubbing my cock over pants, totally shocked at what was happening in the video.
"Na na, boudi. erom kore ki kore charum bolun toh Sobe toh dhorlum. Ekhon toh apnago atta makhano shikhaiya tobei ami apnago charum." ("Not at all, Bhabhi. How can I let you go like this I just caught you. Now I will only leave you after you have learnt the art of proper dough kneading.") His words sounded sarcastic and were filled with double meaning phrases, though I doubt my mom caught any of it.
My mom seemed a little worried now. But still she decided to go with it. "Acha thikache, kintu taratari sekhao. Bunty jekono muhurte chole aste pare." ("Okay fine, but hurry up. Bunty can arrive at any moment.") I felt a tingle in my cock when I heard my name being said.
"Apni chinta koriben na, Boudi. Apni shudhu dekhun ami ki kori." ("Don't you worry, Bhabhi. Just watch what I do.") Then he began his lesson. Holding my mom's palms over his, he said, "Apnago atta abong joler misron tike ei bhabe dui haath die makhan." ("Carefully mix your wheat and water mixture with both hands like this.") He slowly directed her hands through the wheat and water mixture, making a floury mess on both their palms. Soon they started getting doughey and her hands became quite entwined with golden, sticky dough. Haria was taking ample advantage by holding and grabbing my mother tender hands in the pretext of teaching her how to make dough. "Ei je kachjei atta gulon laiga roise shegulon nokh diya chachiya felun." ("") As he continued to narrate the procedure, I noticed him moving his waist in a circular motion which caused my mom's magnificent rear to follow the same movement. Her booty was pressed against his crotch so hard that you could see the flab from her ass shaking from his abuse. "Taripor aiste aiste atta tare makhan aar dekhun kemon ekte ghono esmooth malkori toiri hoe." ("Then, slowly fold the dough over itself with the spatula as you see how smooth it becomes.") As he said the words, his crotch stopped circling her ass as he moved a little backward and positioned his huge hard rod between her shapely butt-cheeks. Then, suddenly, this perverted 40 year old man-servant pushed hard against her ass.
"Unghhh...", my mother let out a soft moan as she felt his bulging erection creeping against her silk nighty. "K-ki korcho tumi eta" ("W-what are you doing"), she stuttered with most feeble voice. I could see clearly that her resistance was starting to break as this low-class drunk A-hole started working his magic. Her breathing was getting heavier by the second and her plunging breasts seemed to move up and down steadily due to the excitement.
"Ahhh...Apnago atta makhano sekhaitesi boudi....Ahhh" ("Ahhh....I'm teaching you how to knead dough, Bhabhi."), he said with his wry smile clearly being captured by the camera. Plus, he was also moaning now, his mouth was open and his face became contorted.
I could see that my mom was struggling to keep her head concentrated in the prepping lesson, especially with Haria poking his erect boner between her nighty-wrapped ass-cheeks.
Seeking advantage of the opportunity, Haria slowly started moving his palms up the smooth, silky skin of her hands causing her to close her eyes and tingle with excitement. "Ahhh...th-thamo! K-ki korcho" ("Ahhh...s-stop! W-what are you doing now"), she pleaded in a seductive submissive voice, while her eyes remained closed. She was in haze of lust as her mouth became dry and gaped open.
"Ektu haath buliye disilam boudi. Apnago haath nischoy klanto hoiya giyase. Tai ektu aaram disilam." ("I'm just making you relaxed, Bhabhi. Your arms must be tired. So I was helping you relax.") Haria was taking his time, slowly rubbing his floury hands up and down the length of her smooth arms - from her thin wrist to her chubby upper arms - covering them with sticky dough, which actually made her appearance look way sexier. He kept his lips on her neck, and time and again started flicking his tongue over her smooth skin, making that area wet with his saliva. "Mmmmm....ufff..", this was driving her even crazier as she moaned with pleasuere.
After a few minutes of that, the low-class servant moved his hands away from her arms and placed them on the sides of her waist. My mom gulped, taking her hands off the mixing bowl and resting them on the kitchen counter. She now looked completely under the control of this low-class servant and prepared for what was coming.
My cock was already leaking, so I took out my wiener and slowly started rubbing the tip with my thumb, thereby spreading the precum all over the head of my rod. Then, with my eyes fixed on the monitor, I gently started stroking my hard-on. This was better than any porn movie I had ever seen, and all thanks to Shyam Uncle for this idea.
Anyways, seeing little resistance from my sweet, voluptuous mother, Haria carefully positioned his crotch against her protruding buttocks. He slowly began going in and out in a humping motion causing my mom to shake violently. Her boobs looked like they were about to pop out of her nighty due to the violent shaking. His manly rod was going in and out through her nighty covered ass crack. "Mmmmm aro jore koro...." ("Mmmmm go faster..."), she moaned in ecstasy. Haria was more than ready to oblige as he shoved his hard, near 9-inch tool against her ass, almost burning a hole through the fabric. He held her waist tighter and began pushing in-and-out like a freaking piston!
"OOuuuffffff.......Ahhhhhhh.....Aaarrrr parchiiii naaaa dhore rakhteeee!!!" (""OOuuuffffff.......Ahhhhhhh..... I ccccan't holdddd it anymoreeeee."), my mother suddenly yelled and her whole body shook in a powerful orgasm. She held on the sides of the kitchen counter for support as rivers of cum flew down her aching pussy and the front of her nightgown became totally drenched in pussy fluids.
Haria wasn't done. He released his grip from her waist, stepped back and stared at my mature mother's nighty-covered bottoms and shapely thighs, admiring their lusty structure and licking his lips with approval. His eyes were mainly glued there because my mom's pussy juices had made the entire area wet, causing the material to become somewhat translucent.
My mom, who seemed a little tired after that first orgasm, began turning her head trying to see him over her shoulder. As soon as he saw his perverted expression, staring and smiling at her womanly shame, she said, "Isshhhh.... erom bhabe dekho na, doya kore." ("Isshhh...don't look at me like this, please."). Although it seemed like she was pleading, her expression was that of desire mixed with shame.
"Parlum na, boudi." ("Can't do it, Bhabhi."), he said with hungry, bloodshot eyes, "Apnago moton erom cheez aaj obdi dekhi nai. Mmmmm dekhun kerom jol jhoreche apnago gud diya." ("I've never seen a hottie like you before. Mmmm look at how much juices spilled out of your cunt.")
My mom looked down instinctively and then quickly moved her head away in shame. "Ebar jao ekhan die!" ("Now go from here!"), she feebly said, closing her eyes again.
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