19-06-2019, 05:00 PM
Finally after her sitting down, Kakababu took a step back and started eyeing her smooth fair marble-like legs from a distance. My moms cheeks again turned red and she said with queer innocence, Issshhhh! Please erom bhabe takaben na amar dike. Ami age kokhono erom dress porini. (Issshhhh! Please dont look at me like this. Ive never worn a dress like this in my life.)
Kakababu smirked and said, Shey toh bujtei parchi, madam. Tobey apnake ei poshak e dekhte kintu besh shundori lagche. (That I can make out, madam. But I have to say, you look extremely beautiful in this dress.) My mom shook her head in embarrassment. Kakababu, however, continued, Acha, ebar madam, apnar thang duto khater upor tulun. Ami apnar panty ta dekhte chai thik hoeche kina. (Okay, madam, now raise both your feet up on the bed. I want to see if your panty is the right fit or not.) Again, my mom hesitated, but she knew this was what Kakababu had stated before. So, despite her natural womanly shame, she raised her feet up over the edge of the bed and laid back, resting her elbows in the middle of the soft bed. As a result, her innerwear was completely exposed now and this was the first time I was seeing it. What a sight it was!
Even Kakababus mouth gaped open when he saw it. She wore the tiniest thong that I had ever seen. It just barely covered her slit with a translucent patch of material that was just enough, with the dress, to keep her slit from being exposed. The hairs of her pussy were visibly sticking out from the sides of her white semi-transparent thong. Kakababu, she spoke as he gaped at her with a lust-filled expression, eta besh shoru. Amar pechon ta toh ekebarei dhakche na, abong tar upor samne tao prae nai bolle chole. (...they seem very small. They do not cover my backside at all and barely the front.).
To answer the question, Kakababu lifted her eyes from her panty-covered crotch to her pretty face and said, Arey etai toh byapar, madam! Eta bhishon aramdayak abong mojadar jokhon apni ei shorashori sanjog thakbe nogno skin ebong skirt er phyābrik e. Apnar obosshoe pochondo hobe, dekhben! Aar ei je kaporer tribhuj er nibirtar je ki aram chooth er opor ta ami apnake bole bojhate parbo na! (Ah, but that's just the point, madam! It's such an invigorating and exiting feeling to have direct contact between the naked skin and the fabric of the skirt. You'll see, and come to like it, I'm sure! And the tightness of a triangle of cloth covering a womans pussy is so alluring!), he said. My mom did not flinch at all even by this tailors use of the word chooth (pussy), which was surprising even to me.
Amiami janina (II dont know), she stumbled as she spoke, her legs still perched on the edge of the bed and her cheeks beet-red in embarrassment. After staring at her wet crotch for sometime, the old tailor finally asked her to sit up from her embarrassing position and said, Madam, dress ta toh besh bhaloe hoeche, nihshondehe! Ekhon apni toiri achen Shyam Babu ebong tar bodhuder taash khelar jonne! (Madam, the dress looks undoubtedly fabulous! Now, you are quite prepared for Shyam Babu and his friends card game!)
My mom immediately stood up, removing herself from her humiliating state. She truly was looking horribly sexy in that outfit to tell the least!
After that debacle, Kakababu gave a cheeky smile and wished my mom good luck before bidding her a farewell. He left after that. I leapt back into my room while my mom changed and had a good jerk-off reimagining the scene!
This was just a prelude! I wondered what was going to happen in the card game!
Kakababu smirked and said, Shey toh bujtei parchi, madam. Tobey apnake ei poshak e dekhte kintu besh shundori lagche. (That I can make out, madam. But I have to say, you look extremely beautiful in this dress.) My mom shook her head in embarrassment. Kakababu, however, continued, Acha, ebar madam, apnar thang duto khater upor tulun. Ami apnar panty ta dekhte chai thik hoeche kina. (Okay, madam, now raise both your feet up on the bed. I want to see if your panty is the right fit or not.) Again, my mom hesitated, but she knew this was what Kakababu had stated before. So, despite her natural womanly shame, she raised her feet up over the edge of the bed and laid back, resting her elbows in the middle of the soft bed. As a result, her innerwear was completely exposed now and this was the first time I was seeing it. What a sight it was!
Even Kakababus mouth gaped open when he saw it. She wore the tiniest thong that I had ever seen. It just barely covered her slit with a translucent patch of material that was just enough, with the dress, to keep her slit from being exposed. The hairs of her pussy were visibly sticking out from the sides of her white semi-transparent thong. Kakababu, she spoke as he gaped at her with a lust-filled expression, eta besh shoru. Amar pechon ta toh ekebarei dhakche na, abong tar upor samne tao prae nai bolle chole. (...they seem very small. They do not cover my backside at all and barely the front.).
To answer the question, Kakababu lifted her eyes from her panty-covered crotch to her pretty face and said, Arey etai toh byapar, madam! Eta bhishon aramdayak abong mojadar jokhon apni ei shorashori sanjog thakbe nogno skin ebong skirt er phyābrik e. Apnar obosshoe pochondo hobe, dekhben! Aar ei je kaporer tribhuj er nibirtar je ki aram chooth er opor ta ami apnake bole bojhate parbo na! (Ah, but that's just the point, madam! It's such an invigorating and exiting feeling to have direct contact between the naked skin and the fabric of the skirt. You'll see, and come to like it, I'm sure! And the tightness of a triangle of cloth covering a womans pussy is so alluring!), he said. My mom did not flinch at all even by this tailors use of the word chooth (pussy), which was surprising even to me.
Amiami janina (II dont know), she stumbled as she spoke, her legs still perched on the edge of the bed and her cheeks beet-red in embarrassment. After staring at her wet crotch for sometime, the old tailor finally asked her to sit up from her embarrassing position and said, Madam, dress ta toh besh bhaloe hoeche, nihshondehe! Ekhon apni toiri achen Shyam Babu ebong tar bodhuder taash khelar jonne! (Madam, the dress looks undoubtedly fabulous! Now, you are quite prepared for Shyam Babu and his friends card game!)
My mom immediately stood up, removing herself from her humiliating state. She truly was looking horribly sexy in that outfit to tell the least!
After that debacle, Kakababu gave a cheeky smile and wished my mom good luck before bidding her a farewell. He left after that. I leapt back into my room while my mom changed and had a good jerk-off reimagining the scene!
This was just a prelude! I wondered what was going to happen in the card game!
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