19-06-2019, 05:00 PM
This time, my mom didnt hesitate. She went into the bathroom and came out after 5-6 minutes. This was an even sexier sight! The jet black blouse appeared much too flimsy to be worn in public. The blouse was so flimsy that her braless nipples were visible through it. Even without the bra, the neckline appeared deeply scooped and had a shaped bodice that supported the undersides of her massive jugs, thrusting them upwards to maximize their size and shapeliness, and squeezing them together to form a deep cleavage.
Suddenly, Kakababu stepped in front of her, reached over and shamelessly tweaked one, which sent a shiver through my moms spine. Oooohhhh! Eta ki oshobhottamo korchen Bhodro hoye thakun! (Ooooohhhh! What sort of naughtiness is this Behave yourself!), she scolded.
Ah khoma korben, madam. Ami bhabchilam ota hoyto dress er angsho. Heheehe! (Ah forgive me, madam. I thought that was part of the dress. Hehehehhe!), he giggled. Even though my mother objected, I could see that after the old perverts light teasing, her nipples had gone hard, puffy and erect. Its almost as though modeling for this perverted 60-year old tailor had somehow aroused her. Jai hok, apni ki ei dress e comfortable achen Mane bra na porle ki apnar cholbe (Whatever, are you comfortable in this dress Meaning, will you be comfortable not wearing a bra)
Arey eta abar ki proshno Bra na pore ami erom achena lokeder samne jabo ki kore (What sort of question is this How can I simply show up in front of strangers without wearing a bra), she asked with shock.
Na ami emni jigesh korchi. Bole rakha bhalo je amar sondeho ache je bra ta bodhoy size thikmoton fit hoyni, tai ektu tight hote pare. (No, Im just asking. Its better to mention that I doubt the size of the bra is correct and therefore that may affect the fittings, ergo making it will feel a bit tighter.), he admitted.
Ami bujhe nebo. (Ill manage.), she said coolly.
Acha ebar ekta jinish baki roe gelo. Apnar panty. (Now, one more thing is left. Your panty.), he said so blatantly that even I was amazed.
The moment Kakababu asked to look at her panties, my moms cheeks flushed red. UmmKakababu, ami thik comfortable namane, oi arki apnar samne ki kore eta dekhabo (UmmKakababu Im not very comfortableas in, how can I show this in front of you)
Arey dhur! Lojjar ki ache madam, ami toh ekjon dorji. Amar samne lojjar kono byapar nei. (Nonsense! Whats there to be ashamed of madam, Im just a tailor. Theres nothing to be embarrassed about in front of me.), he said casually. As a matter of fact, it was so casual that the old pervert almost sounded like a professional tailor.
The mini-skirt that my sweet homely mature mother was wearing was most definitely not something to be worn in public, especially in a card game full of low class sex-hungry males. It ended only covering her upper thighs and could only be worn absolutely privately or in the bedroom behind closed doors. Kakababus eyes were roving over her broad pelvic area and fortunately the skirt was just long enough to cover that much.
Kakababu, kintu kivabe apnake dekhabo Bujte parchi na (Kakababu, but how can I show you I dont understand)
Before my mom could finish her sentence, Kakababu came forward to attend her. He stood very near to her and inserted his finger into the waistband of the skirt. Oooohhhhh!, my mom moaned and took a step back. But as she did this, Kakababu leaned forward and as a result, his slender chest gently brushed against her boobs. His bearded rustic face was also now inches away from her and I was sure that my mom could feel his hot breath against her flushed cheeks. K-Kakababu...e-eta k-ki korchen (K-Kakababuw-what are you d-doing), she stammered and asked, innocently.
Khali elastic ta dekhchi, madam. (Just observing the elastic, madam.), he said As he pulled the elastic waistband of the skirt off her skin and started peeping into her inners through the gap created. Madam, dekhe toh shob thikthak lagche. (Madam, seeing that seems like everything looks good.), he giggled, Kintu apni je bhabe dariye achen ota thik position na. Daran ami apnake dekhachi. (But the way youre standing, is no the correct position. Wait, Ill show you.)
Without warning, Kakababu squatted in front of my moms tree-trunk like creamy bare legs and said, Norben na, madam, jotokhon na apnake sidha korchi. (Dont move, madam, until I straighten you.). Saying that, the old pervert openly touched her naked legs just above her knees, causing my mother to shiver momentarily as she felt a warm male touch on her exposed knees. Jora korun. (Pull them closer.), he ordered with a serious tone and my mom did as she was bid, closing her legs.
Th-Thikache Kakababu (Is it okay now, Kakababu), she asked in an innocent yet edgy tone, obviously getting precarious being touched by this low class man who was old enough to be my grandfather!
But Kakababu had no shame at all. He traced a thin gap between her two thighs with his finger and said, Dekhun, ami ekhono apnar thigh er majhe faakh dekhte parchi. (See, I can still see a gap between your thighs.). The very next moment he cupped the back of her thighs with both hands and started feeling and pressing them to close the thin gap. Seriously, this was going beyond all limits of decency for a tailor and I was beginning to see why he was regarded as being a pervert in the neighborhood! Surprisingly, I noticed my mom blush and lick her lips a little. Was she actually getting aroused by this old perverts illicit touches
Asole, madam, karon eta ekta western poshak tai apnake mone rakhte hobe je apni sobsomoy apnar pa gulo bondho kore rakhen. (Actually, madam, since this is a western outfit you have to always remember to close your legs.), he suggested with his usual professional tone, Tobe ekta jinis mante hobe, je apnar thang gulo besh shutham aar kamuk. (By the way, your legs are very shapely and sexy.). I did not expect such a direct admiration from this old pervert and much to my shock, my sweet devoted mother actually giggled when she heard that.
Madam, ami arekta jinis dekhte chai. Apni kichu mone na kore, ektu khate uthe bosben Khali dhyan rakhben je boshar somoe apni apnar skirt take pechon diye sidhe kore bosben. (Madam, I want to see something else now. If you dont mind, will you please sit on your bed Just remember, while sitting, always straighten your skirt on your hips with both hands.). As soon as he said that, my mom obeyed him like a submissive whore and turned around and started walking toward the bed, since it was a large room. She had the sexiest walk I've ever seen. Her butt just swished from side to side with some post butt jelly jiggle - nice and flabby. What a sight as she walked away from the tailor toward the bed! Kakababu just stood there admiring the view.
My mom was about to do as she was instructed, but again the old tailor interrupted her saying, Daran, apnake sahajjo korchi. (Wait, Ill help you.).
I wondered why Kakababu would need to help her and even before my mom could raise her voice to protest, the old pervert came around behind her and now her skirt-clad big butt was facing him. I could sense the discomfort from her expression - a mature married woman standing in a mini-dress with a strange old man behind her. He held her skirt end from both sides and was touching her at her mid thigh area where the skirt ended. Though he was gripping the hem of the skirt, the back of his fingers were constantly brushing and touching her naked firm thighs. Acha ebar boshun aste aste, madam. (Now slowly sit, madam.), he said casually. As my mom bent her body to sit on the soft bed, her heavy buttocks pushed into her skirt thereby raising it significantly and obviously the old tailors fingers were also grazing up her thighs with the skirt moving up. The bastard tailors fingers appeared to be touching her almost at her buttocks! I could see that her face had turned absolutely red. As there was nothing to hide, every inch of her legs and thighs were completely exposed. I was shocked to see that below her ass- cheeks her skirt had raised midway up her bum! Kakababu face was very close to her shoulder and she shuddered while hearing his heavy breathing on her neck. The old pervert took his time in removing his hands off her skirt after she sat!
Suddenly, Kakababu stepped in front of her, reached over and shamelessly tweaked one, which sent a shiver through my moms spine. Oooohhhh! Eta ki oshobhottamo korchen Bhodro hoye thakun! (Ooooohhhh! What sort of naughtiness is this Behave yourself!), she scolded.
Ah khoma korben, madam. Ami bhabchilam ota hoyto dress er angsho. Heheehe! (Ah forgive me, madam. I thought that was part of the dress. Hehehehhe!), he giggled. Even though my mother objected, I could see that after the old perverts light teasing, her nipples had gone hard, puffy and erect. Its almost as though modeling for this perverted 60-year old tailor had somehow aroused her. Jai hok, apni ki ei dress e comfortable achen Mane bra na porle ki apnar cholbe (Whatever, are you comfortable in this dress Meaning, will you be comfortable not wearing a bra)
Arey eta abar ki proshno Bra na pore ami erom achena lokeder samne jabo ki kore (What sort of question is this How can I simply show up in front of strangers without wearing a bra), she asked with shock.
Na ami emni jigesh korchi. Bole rakha bhalo je amar sondeho ache je bra ta bodhoy size thikmoton fit hoyni, tai ektu tight hote pare. (No, Im just asking. Its better to mention that I doubt the size of the bra is correct and therefore that may affect the fittings, ergo making it will feel a bit tighter.), he admitted.
Ami bujhe nebo. (Ill manage.), she said coolly.
Acha ebar ekta jinish baki roe gelo. Apnar panty. (Now, one more thing is left. Your panty.), he said so blatantly that even I was amazed.
The moment Kakababu asked to look at her panties, my moms cheeks flushed red. UmmKakababu, ami thik comfortable namane, oi arki apnar samne ki kore eta dekhabo (UmmKakababu Im not very comfortableas in, how can I show this in front of you)
Arey dhur! Lojjar ki ache madam, ami toh ekjon dorji. Amar samne lojjar kono byapar nei. (Nonsense! Whats there to be ashamed of madam, Im just a tailor. Theres nothing to be embarrassed about in front of me.), he said casually. As a matter of fact, it was so casual that the old pervert almost sounded like a professional tailor.
The mini-skirt that my sweet homely mature mother was wearing was most definitely not something to be worn in public, especially in a card game full of low class sex-hungry males. It ended only covering her upper thighs and could only be worn absolutely privately or in the bedroom behind closed doors. Kakababus eyes were roving over her broad pelvic area and fortunately the skirt was just long enough to cover that much.
Kakababu, kintu kivabe apnake dekhabo Bujte parchi na (Kakababu, but how can I show you I dont understand)
Before my mom could finish her sentence, Kakababu came forward to attend her. He stood very near to her and inserted his finger into the waistband of the skirt. Oooohhhhh!, my mom moaned and took a step back. But as she did this, Kakababu leaned forward and as a result, his slender chest gently brushed against her boobs. His bearded rustic face was also now inches away from her and I was sure that my mom could feel his hot breath against her flushed cheeks. K-Kakababu...e-eta k-ki korchen (K-Kakababuw-what are you d-doing), she stammered and asked, innocently.
Khali elastic ta dekhchi, madam. (Just observing the elastic, madam.), he said As he pulled the elastic waistband of the skirt off her skin and started peeping into her inners through the gap created. Madam, dekhe toh shob thikthak lagche. (Madam, seeing that seems like everything looks good.), he giggled, Kintu apni je bhabe dariye achen ota thik position na. Daran ami apnake dekhachi. (But the way youre standing, is no the correct position. Wait, Ill show you.)
Without warning, Kakababu squatted in front of my moms tree-trunk like creamy bare legs and said, Norben na, madam, jotokhon na apnake sidha korchi. (Dont move, madam, until I straighten you.). Saying that, the old pervert openly touched her naked legs just above her knees, causing my mother to shiver momentarily as she felt a warm male touch on her exposed knees. Jora korun. (Pull them closer.), he ordered with a serious tone and my mom did as she was bid, closing her legs.
Th-Thikache Kakababu (Is it okay now, Kakababu), she asked in an innocent yet edgy tone, obviously getting precarious being touched by this low class man who was old enough to be my grandfather!
But Kakababu had no shame at all. He traced a thin gap between her two thighs with his finger and said, Dekhun, ami ekhono apnar thigh er majhe faakh dekhte parchi. (See, I can still see a gap between your thighs.). The very next moment he cupped the back of her thighs with both hands and started feeling and pressing them to close the thin gap. Seriously, this was going beyond all limits of decency for a tailor and I was beginning to see why he was regarded as being a pervert in the neighborhood! Surprisingly, I noticed my mom blush and lick her lips a little. Was she actually getting aroused by this old perverts illicit touches
Asole, madam, karon eta ekta western poshak tai apnake mone rakhte hobe je apni sobsomoy apnar pa gulo bondho kore rakhen. (Actually, madam, since this is a western outfit you have to always remember to close your legs.), he suggested with his usual professional tone, Tobe ekta jinis mante hobe, je apnar thang gulo besh shutham aar kamuk. (By the way, your legs are very shapely and sexy.). I did not expect such a direct admiration from this old pervert and much to my shock, my sweet devoted mother actually giggled when she heard that.
Madam, ami arekta jinis dekhte chai. Apni kichu mone na kore, ektu khate uthe bosben Khali dhyan rakhben je boshar somoe apni apnar skirt take pechon diye sidhe kore bosben. (Madam, I want to see something else now. If you dont mind, will you please sit on your bed Just remember, while sitting, always straighten your skirt on your hips with both hands.). As soon as he said that, my mom obeyed him like a submissive whore and turned around and started walking toward the bed, since it was a large room. She had the sexiest walk I've ever seen. Her butt just swished from side to side with some post butt jelly jiggle - nice and flabby. What a sight as she walked away from the tailor toward the bed! Kakababu just stood there admiring the view.
My mom was about to do as she was instructed, but again the old tailor interrupted her saying, Daran, apnake sahajjo korchi. (Wait, Ill help you.).
I wondered why Kakababu would need to help her and even before my mom could raise her voice to protest, the old pervert came around behind her and now her skirt-clad big butt was facing him. I could sense the discomfort from her expression - a mature married woman standing in a mini-dress with a strange old man behind her. He held her skirt end from both sides and was touching her at her mid thigh area where the skirt ended. Though he was gripping the hem of the skirt, the back of his fingers were constantly brushing and touching her naked firm thighs. Acha ebar boshun aste aste, madam. (Now slowly sit, madam.), he said casually. As my mom bent her body to sit on the soft bed, her heavy buttocks pushed into her skirt thereby raising it significantly and obviously the old tailors fingers were also grazing up her thighs with the skirt moving up. The bastard tailors fingers appeared to be touching her almost at her buttocks! I could see that her face had turned absolutely red. As there was nothing to hide, every inch of her legs and thighs were completely exposed. I was shocked to see that below her ass- cheeks her skirt had raised midway up her bum! Kakababu face was very close to her shoulder and she shuddered while hearing his heavy breathing on her neck. The old pervert took his time in removing his hands off her skirt after she sat!
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