02-07-2019, 02:37 PM
"If he's hung like his father, I think his mother will have to introduce him to sex."
I gasped. "Are you joking?"
"No. Mothers need to teach and help their children, don't they? I'll introduce them all, boys and girls. Ajay, none of them could have a better teacher than I am. I mean, I'm a teacher and a slut. Who better to teach sex ed?"
I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. The little glimmer in her eye made me believe she was teasing, but something about the way she said it made me think she was serious. I had years to think about that.
Horse was so overjoyed at the baby being his, he wept. His son and my boss, Mr. Malik, seemed very happy, too. It occurred to me that Colt was my boss' brother, or half brother anyway. I wondered how he felt about Madhubringing his brother into the world rather than his son. If it bothered him, he never showed it.
The next year, and the one after it, produced the same cycle. Madhu would be fertilized by the men making the bet, six the second year, five the third, since the winner of the previous year's bet dropped out of the process. Madhu would get pregnant. We all continued our work routines.
The second child was Padma Basu Khanna, named by Mr. Basu, who won the bet that year, after his grandmother, bengoli lady.
The third was Anjana Mehta Khanna, named for two lovely Punjabi ladies, the grandmothers of Mr. Mehta, the child's father. After the winner was announced, Mr. Mehta arrived at the hospital with his wife, five children by her and our baby's two namesakes to bless and welcome the new arrival.
No man ever had two such beautiful, happy, healthy and wonderful daughters as I did. And none had such a fine son as Colt.
Colt had been born in June, Padma in late April, and, Anju in February, of three consecutive years. Madhu was dropping babies every ten or eleven months. Although she was very happy and healthy, the deliveries and her profession tired her. Sonya quit working for Mr. Malik two months before Anju was born. She stayed home to care for the children, allowing Madhu to continue her profession, and me to continue in mine. I'd received some nice promotions in the intervening years. My status and income were significantly higher. So was my work load.
It had been a wonderful, idyllic life. Madhu was eight months pregnant with the fourth child when a tragedy occurred, a tragedy which altered our lives significantly.
I was at the office when the phone rang. It was Madhu. She sounded hysterical.
"Ajay! Ajay! I'm at the hospital. Oh, god, Ajay. Horse has had a heart attack!"
I broke the news to Mr. Malik, my boss, and Horse's son. He rushed to the hospital as did I. Madhu was in the CCU waiting room. Madhu looked terrible and forlorn. Her makeup, always put on thickly since she was a slut, was running down her face. Her hair was a fright.
She had been wearing a bra since Colt was born, a nursing bra, since she had been constantly nursing one child or another for almost four years. It was her intention to nurse each child for two years, so she was still nursing Padma and Anju. Truthfully, she still took Colt to her breasts sometimes, letting the boy share in her bounty. Her milk laden breasts were a EEE.
She was without that bra now. Her breasts were high and firm and huge. Milk was pouring from her. The milk had soaked her blouse which was only a piece of see through cotton. It was running down to her micro-mini-skirt, which was askew.
I gasped. "Are you joking?"
"No. Mothers need to teach and help their children, don't they? I'll introduce them all, boys and girls. Ajay, none of them could have a better teacher than I am. I mean, I'm a teacher and a slut. Who better to teach sex ed?"
I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. The little glimmer in her eye made me believe she was teasing, but something about the way she said it made me think she was serious. I had years to think about that.
Horse was so overjoyed at the baby being his, he wept. His son and my boss, Mr. Malik, seemed very happy, too. It occurred to me that Colt was my boss' brother, or half brother anyway. I wondered how he felt about Madhubringing his brother into the world rather than his son. If it bothered him, he never showed it.
The next year, and the one after it, produced the same cycle. Madhu would be fertilized by the men making the bet, six the second year, five the third, since the winner of the previous year's bet dropped out of the process. Madhu would get pregnant. We all continued our work routines.
The second child was Padma Basu Khanna, named by Mr. Basu, who won the bet that year, after his grandmother, bengoli lady.
The third was Anjana Mehta Khanna, named for two lovely Punjabi ladies, the grandmothers of Mr. Mehta, the child's father. After the winner was announced, Mr. Mehta arrived at the hospital with his wife, five children by her and our baby's two namesakes to bless and welcome the new arrival.
No man ever had two such beautiful, happy, healthy and wonderful daughters as I did. And none had such a fine son as Colt.
Colt had been born in June, Padma in late April, and, Anju in February, of three consecutive years. Madhu was dropping babies every ten or eleven months. Although she was very happy and healthy, the deliveries and her profession tired her. Sonya quit working for Mr. Malik two months before Anju was born. She stayed home to care for the children, allowing Madhu to continue her profession, and me to continue in mine. I'd received some nice promotions in the intervening years. My status and income were significantly higher. So was my work load.
It had been a wonderful, idyllic life. Madhu was eight months pregnant with the fourth child when a tragedy occurred, a tragedy which altered our lives significantly.
I was at the office when the phone rang. It was Madhu. She sounded hysterical.
"Ajay! Ajay! I'm at the hospital. Oh, god, Ajay. Horse has had a heart attack!"
I broke the news to Mr. Malik, my boss, and Horse's son. He rushed to the hospital as did I. Madhu was in the CCU waiting room. Madhu looked terrible and forlorn. Her makeup, always put on thickly since she was a slut, was running down her face. Her hair was a fright.
She had been wearing a bra since Colt was born, a nursing bra, since she had been constantly nursing one child or another for almost four years. It was her intention to nurse each child for two years, so she was still nursing Padma and Anju. Truthfully, she still took Colt to her breasts sometimes, letting the boy share in her bounty. Her milk laden breasts were a EEE.
She was without that bra now. Her breasts were high and firm and huge. Milk was pouring from her. The milk had soaked her blouse which was only a piece of see through cotton. It was running down to her micro-mini-skirt, which was askew.
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