19-06-2019, 09:59 AM
"Tumi kothae jacho" ("Where are you going"), I asked.
My mom looked back at me and said, "Ei kachei ekta beauty parlor ache, sekhane." ("I'm going to a nearby beauty parlor.").
"Oh..." I knew this was for my Dad. Ever since Haria had fucked her last night, her face appeared quite pale and there were dark-circles underneath her eyes. My mother wanted to get rid of those spots to ensure that my father doesn't suspect anything weird when he gets back home tonight.
Anyways as soon as my mother moved out of the house, I also came out and headed for Uncle Shyam's place.
"Ding! Ding!", I pressed the calling-bell and immediately he opened the door, wearing his old lungi and a dirty, light-colored kurta.
"Aye aye! Tori opekhae chilam." ("Come come! I was waiting for you."), he said with a smile. The smile on his dark, ugly, bearded face was a horrid sight for me and the fact that his smelly, yellow teeth were visible through that smile, made me wanna puke.
I was more than a little reluctant to enter the house considering what he had told me on the phone earlier and so I said, "Na na Shyam Kaku, amake ekhon jete dao. Baba asche toh, tai amake ghor gochate hobe. Noyto Baba khhob rege jabe. Ei nao tomar CD." ("No no Shyam Uncle, please let me go now. I have to clean my room since Dad is coming home tonight. Otherwise Dad'll get mad. Here, take your CD.") As I was handing the disk to him, my hands were shaking.
Uncle Shyam noticed that and asked, "Kire, tor haath kapche kenno" ("Hey, why is your hand shaking") I looked down and tried to stop. Uncle Shyam laughed like a demon and said, "Hahaha!! Baba asche bole eto bhoy Chinta koris na, tor Baba amar aar tor ma er kukormer somporke kichu jante parbe na. Kotha dilam! Aar tui jodi thik kore camera gulon lukiye thakis tahle tor baap e konodin segulo khuje pabe na." ("Hahahah! Are you so scared of your Dad coming home Don't worry, your Dad will never know about me and your mom's illicit relationship. Take my word! And if you've hidden those cameras safely enough, he will never be able to locate them.") I looked at his cruel face and nervously smiled.
"Acha, Sh-Shyam Kaku, ami chollam." ("Okay, Sh-Shyam Uncle, I'm going."), I stuttered and got ready to leave.
But not before Shyam Uncle had one last command to give. "Thikache, jachis ja! Kintu bari giye amae fon korbi ekhuni. Toder cordless ache na" ("Okay, you can leave if you want! But call me as soon as you reach home! You have a cordless phone right"). I nodded. "Darun! Tor ghore pouche tahle amae fon koris! Ami tor ma magir video ekkhuni dekhbo! Aar toke bāstaba-samay amar mon ebong dhon er protikriyar biboron debo!" ("Good! Then call me when you reach home! I'm planning to watch your slut mommy's video right fucking now! And I will explain to you my heart and dick's thoughts about your whore mother, in real-time!")
I gulped at the prospect of hearing this moron explain every detail of how he's enjoying and jerking off to my mom's sex tape with our servant, . I quickly left that place and headed home. As soon as I reached my place, I picked up the cordless phone and entered my room. I knew my mom was gonna be out for a while especially since she's gone to the beauty parlor. Ladies tend to take a long time there. So I turned on my computer and decided to watch that video again while chatting with Uncle Shyam on the phone.
Before I could even dial his number, I received a call on the phone. "Hello!", I said.
"Ahhh Bunty! Tahle shuru kora jaak tor rendi ma er sex-tape!" ("Ahh Bunty! Let's start your slut mother's sex tape!")
"Mhmmm", I replied as I started rubbing my hands over my semi-erect cock underneath my trackpants.
Uncle Shyam told me where he was at in the video and I decided to follow his trail. Once we got to the point where my mom entered the kitchen in that blue chiffon saree with her hair completely disheveled, Uncle Shyam pointed it out saying, "Ahhhh ei jonnei shob lokeder Shikha'r proti lalsha. Chul-thul ebong abaidha ga er bastra dekhe toh monehoche ekhuni karur kaache chodon khe esche!" ("No wonder all men lust over Shikha. From her messy hair and raunchy clothes anyone can make out that she has been thoroughly fucked!")
Oh my gosh! I had never thought about this until now, but she always looked disheveled when she came back home after meeting these local politicians with whom her paternal family were facing land-related problems from. Could it be that she was doing exactly what Uncle Shyam proclaimed Could she be fucking these local politicians
My mind drifted towards that possibility for a split second until it was interrupted by Uncle Shyam's lecherous comments, "Areyyy shala, jodi amar samne oirom khanki der moton sheje aasto, oi dhoroner abaidho saree pore, tahle amio hoyto niyontron hariye feltam aar jongli janowar der moton or opor jhapie portam!" ("Holy Fuck! If she came in front of me dressed like that I would lose myself and pounce on her in public!")
Uncle Shyam's words were getting me seriously turned on as I started stroking my dick over my pants. Now came the time for the part of the video that I hadn't seen. The part where my mom would change. As she entered the dressing room, I saw her tossing her hand-bag to the side and then abruptly tugging off the top half of her saree. From the angle at which the camera was, me and Shyam Uncle got a top view of the thin valley formed due to the pressure of her milky, white mountains on either side. Her deep-cut blouse was actually helping us in the process. Then slowly, steadily she started unwinding the folds of her chiffon saree, giving us a glimpse of her skirt-like petticoat. "Hmmm, Bunty! Darun laage bujli jokhon tor ma saree ta erom tight kore pachae badhe! Tor ma er pacha ta je amar darun lage re! Ahhhhh...ki darunn pacha!!" ("Hmmm Bunty! Love the way your mother wears her saree tight on her hips! I love your mom's ass! Ahhh.....what a lovely butt!!"), I could sense that Shyam Uncle was losing control and his dick must already be rock hard looking at my mom undressing on camera, oblivious to who's watching.
I was also getting increasingly horny. The prospect of taking videos of my sweet, unwary mother without her knowledge and showing this to this fat, ugly, old pervert was so kinky that it was making me unbelievably hot. When my mother was down to her petticoat and blouse, she suddenly noticed one of her blouse hooks were torn (the top one). She touched it and stopped to think for a second, and then resumed her task of unbuttoning each of the other hooks. One by one, as the hooks came off, I heard Uncle Shyam say, "Ahhhh khol magi! Unghhh tui amar rendi! Amar Golam! Amar Shikha! Ahhh...." ("Ahhh open it you slut! Unghhh you are my whore! My slave! My Shikha!") The combination of this pervert's words and the sight of my mom undressing in front of us in this video was driving me over the edge. I took my hand off my cock for a few seconds, to stop myself from cumming early.
My mom was wearing a white lace push-up bra underneath that blouse and when she took the latter off, her creamy mammaries came into view and from the top it looked like two huge snowballs trapped inside two white caves. "Slppp! Slpppp!", I heard Uncle Shyam slurping at her sight of her boobies. "Ahhhhh....sala haramjada! Amar dhon betha hoygelo tor ma magir doodh dekhe! Hot maal ekebare tor ma! Abar push-up bra poreche dekhechis! Tor ma sobaike or fullo doodh dekhate chae!" ("Ahhhh...you bastard! My dick is hurting after seeing your busty mother's milky whites! What a hot maal mother you have! And she's also wearing a push-up bra! Your mom wants to show everyone her blooming tits!")
"Mmmmm eta dekheo amio obak Shyam Kaku." ("Mmmm even I'm surprised to see this, Shyam Uncle.") That was true! I had never seen my mother wearing a push-up bra before. She already had 36DD breasts. Why would she wanna flaunt them so openly unless she was desperately seeking attention
"Aar obak hoye ki hobe Tor ma ekta atripto khanki bolechilam na Oke amii shotik pothe niye asbo! Ahhhh...amar haath duto diye or jamaj doodh gulo chotkabo pechon theke!" ("What will you gain now by being surprised Didn't I tell you that your mom is a thirsty bitch But I will bring her to the right path! Ahhhh....my hands will squeeze her twin mammaries from behind!"), he said. I placed my hand on my dick again and noticed that it was standing fully erect thanks to Uncle's Shyam's dirty comments.
My mom then started to unstring her petticoat and as soon as it was unstrung, it abruptly fell on the ground and I was shocked at what she was wearing underneath. "Arey shala, G-String poreche tor ma magi!" ("Oh fuckk, your slut mom is wearing a G-string!"), Uncle Shyam pointed out and I couldn't believe my eyes! It was a narrow strip of cloth that ran down between her ass cheeks - barely leaving anything to the imagination - and had a small patch of cloth covering her pussy, which was barely enough to hide the thin strands of pubic hair emanating from it's sides. It was attached to a waistband. The underwear was so provocative that both her ass-cheeks were clearly visible and it appeared like they were a little red, as if they had been spanked!
Uncle Shyam was shocked and so was I, "Tor ma toh hebby sexy maal re Bunty! Ahhhh Shikhaaaa amar mukher samne tor ei norom pacha ta jhaka, amar rendir moton!" ("Your mom is such a sexy maal, Bunty! Ahhhh Shikhaaaa shake your ass in front my face like a whore!")
My mom then slowly removed her G-string panty, making Uncle Shyam even more excited as he moaned, "Unghhhh...Ahhhhh". I thought he was about to cum when i suddenly heard cheering noises from downstairs. I quickly disconnected the phone and turned off the video. Then I attempted to push down my cock and once it was calmed down, I hurried out of my room and from the staircase I saw what was going on.
My Dad had finally arrived home and he was hugging my mom! He saw me and said, "Kire Babu, kemon achis" ("Hey buddy, how're you doing")
My mom looked back at me and said, "Ei kachei ekta beauty parlor ache, sekhane." ("I'm going to a nearby beauty parlor.").
"Oh..." I knew this was for my Dad. Ever since Haria had fucked her last night, her face appeared quite pale and there were dark-circles underneath her eyes. My mother wanted to get rid of those spots to ensure that my father doesn't suspect anything weird when he gets back home tonight.
Anyways as soon as my mother moved out of the house, I also came out and headed for Uncle Shyam's place.
"Ding! Ding!", I pressed the calling-bell and immediately he opened the door, wearing his old lungi and a dirty, light-colored kurta.
"Aye aye! Tori opekhae chilam." ("Come come! I was waiting for you."), he said with a smile. The smile on his dark, ugly, bearded face was a horrid sight for me and the fact that his smelly, yellow teeth were visible through that smile, made me wanna puke.
I was more than a little reluctant to enter the house considering what he had told me on the phone earlier and so I said, "Na na Shyam Kaku, amake ekhon jete dao. Baba asche toh, tai amake ghor gochate hobe. Noyto Baba khhob rege jabe. Ei nao tomar CD." ("No no Shyam Uncle, please let me go now. I have to clean my room since Dad is coming home tonight. Otherwise Dad'll get mad. Here, take your CD.") As I was handing the disk to him, my hands were shaking.
Uncle Shyam noticed that and asked, "Kire, tor haath kapche kenno" ("Hey, why is your hand shaking") I looked down and tried to stop. Uncle Shyam laughed like a demon and said, "Hahaha!! Baba asche bole eto bhoy Chinta koris na, tor Baba amar aar tor ma er kukormer somporke kichu jante parbe na. Kotha dilam! Aar tui jodi thik kore camera gulon lukiye thakis tahle tor baap e konodin segulo khuje pabe na." ("Hahahah! Are you so scared of your Dad coming home Don't worry, your Dad will never know about me and your mom's illicit relationship. Take my word! And if you've hidden those cameras safely enough, he will never be able to locate them.") I looked at his cruel face and nervously smiled.
"Acha, Sh-Shyam Kaku, ami chollam." ("Okay, Sh-Shyam Uncle, I'm going."), I stuttered and got ready to leave.
But not before Shyam Uncle had one last command to give. "Thikache, jachis ja! Kintu bari giye amae fon korbi ekhuni. Toder cordless ache na" ("Okay, you can leave if you want! But call me as soon as you reach home! You have a cordless phone right"). I nodded. "Darun! Tor ghore pouche tahle amae fon koris! Ami tor ma magir video ekkhuni dekhbo! Aar toke bāstaba-samay amar mon ebong dhon er protikriyar biboron debo!" ("Good! Then call me when you reach home! I'm planning to watch your slut mommy's video right fucking now! And I will explain to you my heart and dick's thoughts about your whore mother, in real-time!")
I gulped at the prospect of hearing this moron explain every detail of how he's enjoying and jerking off to my mom's sex tape with our servant, . I quickly left that place and headed home. As soon as I reached my place, I picked up the cordless phone and entered my room. I knew my mom was gonna be out for a while especially since she's gone to the beauty parlor. Ladies tend to take a long time there. So I turned on my computer and decided to watch that video again while chatting with Uncle Shyam on the phone.
Before I could even dial his number, I received a call on the phone. "Hello!", I said.
"Ahhh Bunty! Tahle shuru kora jaak tor rendi ma er sex-tape!" ("Ahh Bunty! Let's start your slut mother's sex tape!")
"Mhmmm", I replied as I started rubbing my hands over my semi-erect cock underneath my trackpants.
Uncle Shyam told me where he was at in the video and I decided to follow his trail. Once we got to the point where my mom entered the kitchen in that blue chiffon saree with her hair completely disheveled, Uncle Shyam pointed it out saying, "Ahhhh ei jonnei shob lokeder Shikha'r proti lalsha. Chul-thul ebong abaidha ga er bastra dekhe toh monehoche ekhuni karur kaache chodon khe esche!" ("No wonder all men lust over Shikha. From her messy hair and raunchy clothes anyone can make out that she has been thoroughly fucked!")
Oh my gosh! I had never thought about this until now, but she always looked disheveled when she came back home after meeting these local politicians with whom her paternal family were facing land-related problems from. Could it be that she was doing exactly what Uncle Shyam proclaimed Could she be fucking these local politicians
My mind drifted towards that possibility for a split second until it was interrupted by Uncle Shyam's lecherous comments, "Areyyy shala, jodi amar samne oirom khanki der moton sheje aasto, oi dhoroner abaidho saree pore, tahle amio hoyto niyontron hariye feltam aar jongli janowar der moton or opor jhapie portam!" ("Holy Fuck! If she came in front of me dressed like that I would lose myself and pounce on her in public!")
Uncle Shyam's words were getting me seriously turned on as I started stroking my dick over my pants. Now came the time for the part of the video that I hadn't seen. The part where my mom would change. As she entered the dressing room, I saw her tossing her hand-bag to the side and then abruptly tugging off the top half of her saree. From the angle at which the camera was, me and Shyam Uncle got a top view of the thin valley formed due to the pressure of her milky, white mountains on either side. Her deep-cut blouse was actually helping us in the process. Then slowly, steadily she started unwinding the folds of her chiffon saree, giving us a glimpse of her skirt-like petticoat. "Hmmm, Bunty! Darun laage bujli jokhon tor ma saree ta erom tight kore pachae badhe! Tor ma er pacha ta je amar darun lage re! Ahhhhh...ki darunn pacha!!" ("Hmmm Bunty! Love the way your mother wears her saree tight on her hips! I love your mom's ass! Ahhh.....what a lovely butt!!"), I could sense that Shyam Uncle was losing control and his dick must already be rock hard looking at my mom undressing on camera, oblivious to who's watching.
I was also getting increasingly horny. The prospect of taking videos of my sweet, unwary mother without her knowledge and showing this to this fat, ugly, old pervert was so kinky that it was making me unbelievably hot. When my mother was down to her petticoat and blouse, she suddenly noticed one of her blouse hooks were torn (the top one). She touched it and stopped to think for a second, and then resumed her task of unbuttoning each of the other hooks. One by one, as the hooks came off, I heard Uncle Shyam say, "Ahhhh khol magi! Unghhh tui amar rendi! Amar Golam! Amar Shikha! Ahhh...." ("Ahhh open it you slut! Unghhh you are my whore! My slave! My Shikha!") The combination of this pervert's words and the sight of my mom undressing in front of us in this video was driving me over the edge. I took my hand off my cock for a few seconds, to stop myself from cumming early.
My mom was wearing a white lace push-up bra underneath that blouse and when she took the latter off, her creamy mammaries came into view and from the top it looked like two huge snowballs trapped inside two white caves. "Slppp! Slpppp!", I heard Uncle Shyam slurping at her sight of her boobies. "Ahhhhh....sala haramjada! Amar dhon betha hoygelo tor ma magir doodh dekhe! Hot maal ekebare tor ma! Abar push-up bra poreche dekhechis! Tor ma sobaike or fullo doodh dekhate chae!" ("Ahhhh...you bastard! My dick is hurting after seeing your busty mother's milky whites! What a hot maal mother you have! And she's also wearing a push-up bra! Your mom wants to show everyone her blooming tits!")
"Mmmmm eta dekheo amio obak Shyam Kaku." ("Mmmm even I'm surprised to see this, Shyam Uncle.") That was true! I had never seen my mother wearing a push-up bra before. She already had 36DD breasts. Why would she wanna flaunt them so openly unless she was desperately seeking attention
"Aar obak hoye ki hobe Tor ma ekta atripto khanki bolechilam na Oke amii shotik pothe niye asbo! Ahhhh...amar haath duto diye or jamaj doodh gulo chotkabo pechon theke!" ("What will you gain now by being surprised Didn't I tell you that your mom is a thirsty bitch But I will bring her to the right path! Ahhhh....my hands will squeeze her twin mammaries from behind!"), he said. I placed my hand on my dick again and noticed that it was standing fully erect thanks to Uncle's Shyam's dirty comments.
My mom then started to unstring her petticoat and as soon as it was unstrung, it abruptly fell on the ground and I was shocked at what she was wearing underneath. "Arey shala, G-String poreche tor ma magi!" ("Oh fuckk, your slut mom is wearing a G-string!"), Uncle Shyam pointed out and I couldn't believe my eyes! It was a narrow strip of cloth that ran down between her ass cheeks - barely leaving anything to the imagination - and had a small patch of cloth covering her pussy, which was barely enough to hide the thin strands of pubic hair emanating from it's sides. It was attached to a waistband. The underwear was so provocative that both her ass-cheeks were clearly visible and it appeared like they were a little red, as if they had been spanked!
Uncle Shyam was shocked and so was I, "Tor ma toh hebby sexy maal re Bunty! Ahhhh Shikhaaaa amar mukher samne tor ei norom pacha ta jhaka, amar rendir moton!" ("Your mom is such a sexy maal, Bunty! Ahhhh Shikhaaaa shake your ass in front my face like a whore!")
My mom then slowly removed her G-string panty, making Uncle Shyam even more excited as he moaned, "Unghhhh...Ahhhhh". I thought he was about to cum when i suddenly heard cheering noises from downstairs. I quickly disconnected the phone and turned off the video. Then I attempted to push down my cock and once it was calmed down, I hurried out of my room and from the staircase I saw what was going on.
My Dad had finally arrived home and he was hugging my mom! He saw me and said, "Kire Babu, kemon achis" ("Hey buddy, how're you doing")
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