01-11-2025, 04:08 PM
That night as Sneha reached home with a guilt heavy mind and satisfied aching body , she saw almost 25 missed calls from Nisha.
She had texted " madam , there are lots of tribals around , they have seen me recording, please leave from here , it can be dangerous"
And then many more texts from her " madam are you ok ? "
" Madam pls come back ! It's v risky "
Sneha wondered how she will reveal what happened between her and Pandey to Nisha.
The next morning , she called Nisha. Nisha started crying on call " madam , they took my phone away , I could not record any single thing "
" Nisha , be strong , it's okay " Sneha tried to pacify the poor girl
" Sorry madam , I let you down .. but hope you are safe "
Sneha stayed silent for a while and muttered " yes I am , you don't worry Nisha see you soon "
The Navratri air buzzed in Azamgarh , the ninth day's fervor turning the dusty dirty town soak in festive spirit. Sneha had pitched in an idea for a Lakshmi puja idea over breakfast, craving some normalcy after Pandey's brutal fuck still makes Sneha shudder in both pain and pleasure . Rakesh, bleary-eyed from his phone, had nodded supportive for once
"Good call, Sneha—builds rapport with the locals , plus Amma is here , both you ladies can manage well honey "
" Rakesh , you ? You won't be here ?" Sneha looked in anticipation
" Sneha , you know these crooks have cancelled all my Navratri leaves and they are calling me to this god damn village.."
Sneha snapped back " okay as usual " Rakesh's mother—sasuma—had come in few days back , her 60-year-old frame swaddled in a starched cotton saree , her silver bun yanked tight as her judgments. Traditional to the bone, she fretted over Sneha's "sassy" Delhi flair—her short kurtas, her bold laughs and her male colleagues , Sasuma found it too modern. "Beti, yeh gaon hai, sharam rakhna," she'd cluck, but Sneha smiled through, offering extra-sweet chai to grease the barbs.
Come puja day, Sneha took a refreshing shower and locked her bedroom door to dress up. The yellow Banarasi saree was pure seduction, butter-soft silk shimmering like spilled sunlight, zari threads weaving gold paisleys . She'd bought a matching blouse, modest enough for sasuma's eyes—silk panels with hook clasps at back. But as she wriggled it on, the hooks strained, then snapped with a pathetic ping under the weight of her massive 36D boobs, fabric gaping like defeated sails
"Shit!" she hissed, irritation flaring—too late to fix, hooks got scattered on the floor like bad omens.
Just then, panditji's voice echoed from the hall; sasuma called sharp, "Bahu, panditji aa gaye!"
Dhruv pounded her door " Momma my friends are here too "
Sneha replied " ha beta..give me 5 mins ..ask them to sit "
Rush hit like a slap—irritated, she ditched the ruined thing, snatching a "modern" backup from her drawer: sleeveless yellow blouse, not any bigger than the white Bra she was wearing , halter straps thin as whispers crossing her nape, the plunge-V forming a massive cleavage showing her big boobs heaving , those heavy, dusky areolas shadowing the translucent blouse and her taut, nipples perking stiff from the blouse showing a clear impression. She dbangd the saree in frenzy, the fabric hugging her ass tightly , giving away a prominent shape of her jiggling ass.
" Sneha , Panditji puch rahe hai aarti ke saman kaha rakhe ho " Sasuma asked with her shrill old voice
" Ha majhi 2 minute , kapde to pehen ne do "
Sneha looked herself at the mirror clearly uncomfortable with the blouse she wore.
" Shit ! Half my boobs are visible in this blouse .. abhi itna jaldi blouse kaha se lau ?" Sneha muttered irritated
As a last resort , an idea struck her. The blouse was sexy and she looked preety in it , just that she has to dbang her saree properly and hide her cleavage with her hair. That's the best she can do now given the paucity of time. She dropped her Hair loose in wild raven cascading down back on her shoulders, the end of her hair covering her ample breast..
" Abhi thik hai.. bahut jyada cleavage dikhenge to bad main dekhenge "
She thought while rushing out before Sasuma could start shouting again.
She showed signs of relief when she saw Sneha otherwise sasuma was not able to find the ingredients for the pooja.
" Useless old woman " Sneha thought to herself irritated as she rushed to fetch and lay out all the ingredients for the aarti. Managing puja all alone is just so tough. And sneha had to run all around , managing everything from inviting guests , managing the food being cooked in the kitchen to arrange every single thing for the puja..
Anuja was the sweetest girl as usual , she saw Sneha running around
" Bhabhi ji , please hum log ko bolona .. akele itna kuch aap kyu kar rahe ho, aap thoda rest kar lo please "
" Come on Anuja , abhi abhi aaye ho aur tumko kaam de dungi , please ..main thik hu "..Sneha sweetly patted Anuja's shoulders...
" Are nhi Bhabhi ,aap thoda aaram Karo 2 min , aur yeh saree aapko bahut khoobsurat lag rahe sachii " Anuja said while admiring Sneha with her eyes.
" Acha.. Thank you , lekin mere paas aur bhi yellow silk sarees hai Anuja pehenoge ?"
" Are nhi Bhabhi , kyu aap pareshan honge , aap aase bhi kitni kuch kar rahe ho "
Sneha could see Anuja's eyes lit up on the mention of yellow benarasi , the poor girl must have yearned for ages to wear something like that .. ' such a Sweet girl " thought Sneha
" Nhi Anuja , please , dekho bedroom ki almirah ki first shelf pe hai , tumko bahut suit karegi .."
" Madam , log kya bolenge aapke benarasi ?"
" Anuja , log kya bolenge ..yaar... Bhabhi ki saree pehen ne p kya problem "Sneha insisted ...
" Ek minute , Anuja tumhari pati ko nhi laye ho ?"
" Nhi madam , woh dandiya mela p Gaye hai gaon k dusre log k saath , usko kase layenge aapke itni khoobsurat Ghar pe ?"
"Aree Anuja , kase baat kar rahe ho yaar , to benarasi pehen ke kisko dikhaoge idiot ?"
Anuja looked down in shyness..
" Suno apni husband ko abhi bulao aur ha unke dost log ko bhi bulao , aur ha sabko ache se raat ka khana khake Jane bolna "
" Are madam , woh log .. apko problem hongi.. "
" Anuja come on.. kyu tumhare pati ase bahar khade rahenge Pooja k din , abhi phone Karo aur bulao "
" Thik hai madam bulati hu , main yeh benarasi pehenke aapko kitchen p help karti hu "
As Anuja scurried off with a grateful flush, her phone already buzzing to life
When the tribal men from the village came inside Sneha's house , her stomach suddenly twisted, a flush creeping up her neck—not just from his stare, but from the impossibility of it all:
There was Pandey standing near the gate, the same man who had deposited gallons of cum during that rough pleasurable sex. Sneha and Pandey had not met after that night.
Sneha had her pulse racing , Anuja came from behind Pandey's imposing frame
" Bhabhi .. Pandey sir bhi the hum gaon walo k saath , to maine usko bhi invite kar liye " Anuja felt Sneha was lost in a trance ..
" Sneha bhabhi ..." Anuja's sharp voice got Sneha back in her senses..
Pandey looked at Sneha and said " No .. Anuja .. fir kabhi aate hai Sneha madam ke Sundar se ghar pe , Aaj chalte hai !"
The other labourers and Anuja felt odd , Pandey being their strongman and leader not entering the Puja , they looked at each other's.
Sneha somehow managed to show normalcy in her emotions " Nahi Pandey ji , itna dur aa gaye aur Puja nhi dekhoge ?"
Pandey gave a mischievous look at Sneha and sheepishly grinned and removed his footwear near the gate. The laborers trickled in next—Wasim and his brood of grubby kids, the bald-headed foreman with his leering squint, a few more rough-hewn men from the yard,
The living room swelled with bodies, the air thickening with the sour reek of unwashed clothes, gutkha spit, and cheap attar, the tribal children's sticky fingers smearing the walls.
Sasuma's face soured instantly, her lips thinning to a slash as she surveyed the "illiterate down-market people" crowding her son's pristine home.
"Yeh kya tamasha hai, Sneha? Yeh log... chi, kitne gande!" she hissed under her breath, but her real venom sharpened when she caught the laborers' stares—ogling her milky-white bahu like starving dogs at a feast, eyes bulging at the sway of Sneha's hips, the jiggle of her breasts as she bent to arrange mats, her exposed belly that gleamed like forbidden gold. Sneha till now had carefully and painstakingly covered her blouse with the saree's pallu. She does not want to show the room full of dirty men the kind of blouse she was wearing today !
As the panditji struck up the aarti, the room bathed in the buttery flicker of flames, Sneha stood near the fire, the heat licking her bare midriff like invisible tongues, making her skin flush and her navel contract in the warmth. Sasuma came close, her voice an urgent whisper over the bells' jingle. "Beti, pallu theek karo, aag ke paas ho. Dikh raha hai sab kuch."
Sneha obeyed reflexively, tugging the yellow silk over her shoulder, the fabric whispering across her cleavage—but in the motion, the pallu slipped just enough to show the blouse's actual size , the tiny cups barely containing her spilling breasts, the deep V baring half her assets and her nipples faintly outlined like dark secrets. Sasuma's eyes widened behind her glasses, her hand flying to her mouth. Thankfully , it's only Sasuma who saw her cleavage and not the labourers who were chatting away in the other room.
Sasuma leaned in, voice a scandalized hiss. "Sneha, yeh kya pehni ho tum?" Sneha glanced down, casual as sin, smoothing the saree with manicured nails. "Majhi, why ? It's just a saree and blouse "
Sasuma's whisper turned venomous, her breath sour with worry and tamarind chutney.
"Yeh saree hai itni patli... upar se yeh jo blouse tumne pehen rakhi hai, isse to sirf Bra pehen leti. Aadha seena dikh raha hai!"
Sneha's cheeks burned, but she kept her tone light, eyes fixed on the flame. "Please sasuma, not now. Abhi puja mein dhyan do aap."
"Kaise dhyan du? Ek to tumne aise blouse pehni hai jisme tumhara aadha saman duniya ko dikh rahi hai, upar se kaise gande logon ko bula rakhi hai! Dekho, kaise wo takla aadmi tumhe tabse ghure ja raha hai..."
Sneha followed her gaze to the bald laborer, his watery eyes glued to her cleavage , a dribble of gutkha juice staining his chin. A flash of heat passed through Sneha .
"Please sasuma, abhi yeh sab nahi." Sneha muttered !
Sasuma huffed her voice dropping to a maternal tirade. "Pata nahi kya ladki hai yeh. Koi akal nahi hai isko—kahan, kiske samne kya pehna hai... Kaise gande log hain yahan, chi!"
Across the room, the bald man continued to watch Sneha's blouse like a hawk, Sasuma caught his stare
" Sneha , tum kase Azamgarh p ase kapde pehen ke ghumti ho , yah Gurgaon nhi hai.. " Sasuma snorted
" Sasuma pls hum pls hum is barein p baad main baat karte?
The old lady continued...
"Rakesh ko bhi koi jagah nahi mili Azamgarh chhod ke... yehi aana tha. Kaise chote aur gunda jaise log rehte hain yahan." The words landed like a slap—gunda jaise log—and Sneha's mind reeled, flashing to that shack: Pandey's sweat-slicked bulk pinning her, his monstrous lund stretching her to breaking, flooding her womb with thick, spurts of his low-class seed.
What if it's taken root? Panic clawed her throat, visions unsettling: her belly swell round and obscene under sarees, carrying a goon's bastard child—a mini-Pandey with his father's leering eyes—clinging to her tits for milk , suckling like the pervert he was destined to be, her nipples raw and leaking while the town whispered .
Her cunt clenched involuntarily, a traitorous gush of wetness soaking her thong, shame and arousal twisting like vines. She was jolted by a sound in the kitchen.
To escape the suffocation, Sneha murmured, "Majhi, main prasad check karti hoon," and slipped away...
The khichdi was cooked and Sneha saw the hungry eyes of the labourers ,
She requested the sweaty dirty labourers to gather for food as she started distributing the khichdi. While they devoured the modest khichdi like hungry animals , they also made Sneha uncomfortable with their dirty stares. Her fashionable sleeveless blouse was no longer a secret , since she had to bend low to serve the khichdi to the labourers seated on the floor, and everyone could easily make out how her designer blouse actually looked. The bald foreman even had a definite boner under his unwashed lungi.
" Kya Sajid Bhai , aur kitna dekhoge Bhabhi ji ko , abhi khana kha lo , bahut time se bhuka ho " The man seating next to the Bald man teased him .
The bald man snapped " chup , behenchodddddd... "
That guy laughed and whispered " Sajid Bhai, kya maal hai yaar yeh Bhabhi... Ek baat bol , bhabhi saree k niche sirf Bra peheni hai kya , blouse pehen na lag rahe bhul hi Gayi ! "
They giggled loud and obscenely, soon the entire room of labourers were joking about the same. They were eating and joking to their hearts content.
Obscene whisper and jokes filled the room as Sneha stepped out. " Saala kya naam hai is randi ki ?" One of the guy's in Waseem's gang asked
" Sneha , iski pati ko janta hu main , nalla hai ekdum , biswas nhi hoti uske itni khoobsurat Randi jase biwi hai " another guy from Waseem gang snapped back.
Sneha felt a little tired from all this running , The kitchen was dim, cooler, the air heavy with cumin and ghee from the khichdi. Pandey was already there, looming by the sink, his back the door.
Sneha and Pandey looked at each other. Sneha made an effort to sound normal ..
" Prasad kha ke jana Pandey ji "
Pandey smirked and nodded , Sneha was about to leave the kitchen , but Pandey pulled her
"Pandey ji, yeh—" —he lunged, pinning her against the peeling wall with his hands, his mouth crashing onto hers in a violent smooch. His lips were rough, tasting of tobacco and raw hunger, tongue spearing deep to plunder her mouth, sucking her lower lip till it stung. One meaty hand clamped her breast through the blouse, squeezing the plush mound near her nipple; the other hand delved low, poking her navel with brutal insistence,..
Sneha shook from within at this unexpected àct , she struggled but soon she matched Pandey's aggression kissing him back vehemently..they continued smooching aggressively but now Pandey started cupping her ass globes over the saree.. soon Pandey had his hands inside Sneha's saree and he was manhandling Sneha's panties from behind. And now the perverted aggressive Pandey was trying to break open the delicate waistband of Sneha's expensive thong panties.
Sneha alarmed by Pandey's crazy daredevilry instantly broke the kiss with a wet pop, saliva trailing between their lips, her chest heaving. She knew Pandey would have torn open her panties if she was even a second late ..
"Pandey... please... sab log hain yahan. Meri saas... Dhruv abhi... please jaane do mujhe... ufff!" Pandey growled, mashing her boob harder, the flesh bulging between his fingers like overripe fruit. "Itna sexy blouse pehen ke tune mujhe garam kar diya, raand saali."
"Uff... Pandey nahi," she moaned, the sound half-protest, half-surrender, her body arching into his touch even as her mind screamed. He dove back in, devouring her mouth with sloppy urgency, his free hand splaying over her ass cheeks..
At that precise moment, Dhruvy emerged from the tiny toilet adjacent to the kitchen, the door creaking like a guilty hinge. He froze, eyes bulging at the scene: Momma splayed against the wall, her yellow saree hitched, Pandey's bulk grinding into her, hand buried in her cleavage, the other mauling her ass cheeks. Her lips were swollen, glistening with spit, a soft moan escaping as she clutched his shoulders. Dhruv's nunu—small and eager, barely filling his underwear—snapped to attention, throbbing hotly against the elastic, a sharp ache blooming as pre-cum slicked the tip.
" Oh my god , what is momma doing ?"
The sight seared him, confusion and lust churning, his hand twitching toward his crotch before he caught himself. Pandey kissed her furiously then, oblivious, his stubble scbanging her chin raw, tongue fucking her mouth in wet, audible thrusts. Sneha writhed, pushing weakly at his chest—too much, too close—and finally wrenched free, gasping, her blouse open, one nipple nearly slipping free. "Pandey... please leave me... sab log hain yahan!" He relented with a frustrated grunt, stepping back, his erection a obscene ridge under his dhoti. Sneha bolted, saree tangling her legs as she dashed to the washroom, slamming the door. Her skimpy blouse lay open and her bra was clearly visible now. And all the depraved actions made Sneha's nipple rock hard. Before this scandal goes out , Sneha quickly adjusted her Bra and blouse , trying to cover herself with however flimsy the blouse was.
She splashed water on her face, reapplied gloss with trembling hands, readjusted the pallu to modest cover—though the cleavage still peeked like a tease—and smoothed the saree, the silk cool against her overheated flesh. Back in the kitchen, Pandey cornered her by the stove, voice a low rumble. "Tu yeh blouse peheni hai , aab saab labourers ko bathroom Jana para"
Sneha rolled her eyes, a spark of defiance cutting the fear. "Pandey, tum to rehne do. Us din mujhe nanga karke mera sab kuch kiye.. woh bechara to sirf meri cleavage hi dekha hai." The words soothed him, a possessive gleam in his eye—haan, yeh Randi meri hai aab , his cock easing slightly as he imagined the laborers' envy.
"Theek hai... Main abhi chalti hun..." She slipped back to the puja just as the chants peaked, the room a swirl of smoke and sweat. Dhruv sat cross-legged on the mat, his erection a persistent throb, eyes locked on her like a heat-seeking missile: the way her boobs strained the blouse with each breath, nipples tenting the silk; the navel peeking when she moved, her lips, rubbed raw and bee-stung from Pandey's assault, still glistening as if freshly honeyed. He stared so hard at his sexy Momma he forgot the floor—his foot caught the frayed doormat's edge, and he toppled forward with a yelp, knee scbanging the tile, a thin line of blood welling. Sneha whirled, exasperation flaring. "Dhruv! When will you be careful? You are not a small kid anymore!"
Sasuma bustled over kneeling to inspect the scbang with a handkerchief
"Dhruv baccha hai... please aise baat mat karo, Sneha."
Dhruv hobbled off, casting one last, burning glance at his momma, his lulli still half-hard, chafing painfully..
The crowd started to thin because Sasuma looked sternly at the guys blatently checking out the milky white beauty of Sneha.
Infact , the old wiry woman almost were saying " aapne khana khaye ho ? "
If the labourers said yes , sasuma said " abhi mandir band Karungi , aap log ja sakte ho " almost pushing them out .
"Momma, everyone left?" Dhruv asked, voice cracking slightly, his eyes darting to Sneha's silhouette in the lamplight, the curve of her ass outlined against the saree's silk as she bent to sweep the marigold petals, sending a fresh twitch through his pajama-clad groin.
Sasuma looked at his ankle , "Beta, apply some ice on your ankle. Dikho, kitna sooj gaya hai. Baitho yahan." She gestured to the sofa, But Dhruv's pulse hammered with a desperate need—to be near his sexy mom, to inhale the jasmine musk still clinging to her skin. His lulli stirred semi-hard in his underwear, a insistent poke from the day's pent-up stares, her yellow silk a siren call.
"Nani, I am fine now. You go and rest." Dhruv waved her off with a boy's grin, masking the heat flushing his cheeks.
Sasuma hesitated, brows knitting. "Barf laga lena, beta. Subah tak theek ho jayega." She shuffled back inside, the door clicking shut with a sigh, leaving the air thicker, charged.
Sneha straightened, catching Dhruv's gaze, her full lips curving in that soft
She had texted " madam , there are lots of tribals around , they have seen me recording, please leave from here , it can be dangerous"
And then many more texts from her " madam are you ok ? "
" Madam pls come back ! It's v risky "
Sneha wondered how she will reveal what happened between her and Pandey to Nisha.
The next morning , she called Nisha. Nisha started crying on call " madam , they took my phone away , I could not record any single thing "
" Nisha , be strong , it's okay " Sneha tried to pacify the poor girl
" Sorry madam , I let you down .. but hope you are safe "
Sneha stayed silent for a while and muttered " yes I am , you don't worry Nisha see you soon "
The Navratri air buzzed in Azamgarh , the ninth day's fervor turning the dusty dirty town soak in festive spirit. Sneha had pitched in an idea for a Lakshmi puja idea over breakfast, craving some normalcy after Pandey's brutal fuck still makes Sneha shudder in both pain and pleasure . Rakesh, bleary-eyed from his phone, had nodded supportive for once
"Good call, Sneha—builds rapport with the locals , plus Amma is here , both you ladies can manage well honey "
" Rakesh , you ? You won't be here ?" Sneha looked in anticipation
" Sneha , you know these crooks have cancelled all my Navratri leaves and they are calling me to this god damn village.."
Sneha snapped back " okay as usual " Rakesh's mother—sasuma—had come in few days back , her 60-year-old frame swaddled in a starched cotton saree , her silver bun yanked tight as her judgments. Traditional to the bone, she fretted over Sneha's "sassy" Delhi flair—her short kurtas, her bold laughs and her male colleagues , Sasuma found it too modern. "Beti, yeh gaon hai, sharam rakhna," she'd cluck, but Sneha smiled through, offering extra-sweet chai to grease the barbs.
Come puja day, Sneha took a refreshing shower and locked her bedroom door to dress up. The yellow Banarasi saree was pure seduction, butter-soft silk shimmering like spilled sunlight, zari threads weaving gold paisleys . She'd bought a matching blouse, modest enough for sasuma's eyes—silk panels with hook clasps at back. But as she wriggled it on, the hooks strained, then snapped with a pathetic ping under the weight of her massive 36D boobs, fabric gaping like defeated sails
"Shit!" she hissed, irritation flaring—too late to fix, hooks got scattered on the floor like bad omens.
Just then, panditji's voice echoed from the hall; sasuma called sharp, "Bahu, panditji aa gaye!"
Dhruv pounded her door " Momma my friends are here too "
Sneha replied " ha beta..give me 5 mins ..ask them to sit "
Rush hit like a slap—irritated, she ditched the ruined thing, snatching a "modern" backup from her drawer: sleeveless yellow blouse, not any bigger than the white Bra she was wearing , halter straps thin as whispers crossing her nape, the plunge-V forming a massive cleavage showing her big boobs heaving , those heavy, dusky areolas shadowing the translucent blouse and her taut, nipples perking stiff from the blouse showing a clear impression. She dbangd the saree in frenzy, the fabric hugging her ass tightly , giving away a prominent shape of her jiggling ass.
" Sneha , Panditji puch rahe hai aarti ke saman kaha rakhe ho " Sasuma asked with her shrill old voice
" Ha majhi 2 minute , kapde to pehen ne do "
Sneha looked herself at the mirror clearly uncomfortable with the blouse she wore.
" Shit ! Half my boobs are visible in this blouse .. abhi itna jaldi blouse kaha se lau ?" Sneha muttered irritated
As a last resort , an idea struck her. The blouse was sexy and she looked preety in it , just that she has to dbang her saree properly and hide her cleavage with her hair. That's the best she can do now given the paucity of time. She dropped her Hair loose in wild raven cascading down back on her shoulders, the end of her hair covering her ample breast..
" Abhi thik hai.. bahut jyada cleavage dikhenge to bad main dekhenge "
She thought while rushing out before Sasuma could start shouting again.
She showed signs of relief when she saw Sneha otherwise sasuma was not able to find the ingredients for the pooja.
" Useless old woman " Sneha thought to herself irritated as she rushed to fetch and lay out all the ingredients for the aarti. Managing puja all alone is just so tough. And sneha had to run all around , managing everything from inviting guests , managing the food being cooked in the kitchen to arrange every single thing for the puja..
Anuja was the sweetest girl as usual , she saw Sneha running around
" Bhabhi ji , please hum log ko bolona .. akele itna kuch aap kyu kar rahe ho, aap thoda rest kar lo please "
" Come on Anuja , abhi abhi aaye ho aur tumko kaam de dungi , please ..main thik hu "..Sneha sweetly patted Anuja's shoulders...
" Are nhi Bhabhi ,aap thoda aaram Karo 2 min , aur yeh saree aapko bahut khoobsurat lag rahe sachii " Anuja said while admiring Sneha with her eyes.
" Acha.. Thank you , lekin mere paas aur bhi yellow silk sarees hai Anuja pehenoge ?"
" Are nhi Bhabhi , kyu aap pareshan honge , aap aase bhi kitni kuch kar rahe ho "
Sneha could see Anuja's eyes lit up on the mention of yellow benarasi , the poor girl must have yearned for ages to wear something like that .. ' such a Sweet girl " thought Sneha
" Nhi Anuja , please , dekho bedroom ki almirah ki first shelf pe hai , tumko bahut suit karegi .."
" Madam , log kya bolenge aapke benarasi ?"
" Anuja , log kya bolenge ..yaar... Bhabhi ki saree pehen ne p kya problem "Sneha insisted ...
" Ek minute , Anuja tumhari pati ko nhi laye ho ?"
" Nhi madam , woh dandiya mela p Gaye hai gaon k dusre log k saath , usko kase layenge aapke itni khoobsurat Ghar pe ?"
"Aree Anuja , kase baat kar rahe ho yaar , to benarasi pehen ke kisko dikhaoge idiot ?"
Anuja looked down in shyness..
" Suno apni husband ko abhi bulao aur ha unke dost log ko bhi bulao , aur ha sabko ache se raat ka khana khake Jane bolna "
" Are madam , woh log .. apko problem hongi.. "
" Anuja come on.. kyu tumhare pati ase bahar khade rahenge Pooja k din , abhi phone Karo aur bulao "
" Thik hai madam bulati hu , main yeh benarasi pehenke aapko kitchen p help karti hu "
As Anuja scurried off with a grateful flush, her phone already buzzing to life
When the tribal men from the village came inside Sneha's house , her stomach suddenly twisted, a flush creeping up her neck—not just from his stare, but from the impossibility of it all:
There was Pandey standing near the gate, the same man who had deposited gallons of cum during that rough pleasurable sex. Sneha and Pandey had not met after that night.
Sneha had her pulse racing , Anuja came from behind Pandey's imposing frame
" Bhabhi .. Pandey sir bhi the hum gaon walo k saath , to maine usko bhi invite kar liye " Anuja felt Sneha was lost in a trance ..
" Sneha bhabhi ..." Anuja's sharp voice got Sneha back in her senses..
Pandey looked at Sneha and said " No .. Anuja .. fir kabhi aate hai Sneha madam ke Sundar se ghar pe , Aaj chalte hai !"
The other labourers and Anuja felt odd , Pandey being their strongman and leader not entering the Puja , they looked at each other's.
Sneha somehow managed to show normalcy in her emotions " Nahi Pandey ji , itna dur aa gaye aur Puja nhi dekhoge ?"
Pandey gave a mischievous look at Sneha and sheepishly grinned and removed his footwear near the gate. The laborers trickled in next—Wasim and his brood of grubby kids, the bald-headed foreman with his leering squint, a few more rough-hewn men from the yard,
The living room swelled with bodies, the air thickening with the sour reek of unwashed clothes, gutkha spit, and cheap attar, the tribal children's sticky fingers smearing the walls.
Sasuma's face soured instantly, her lips thinning to a slash as she surveyed the "illiterate down-market people" crowding her son's pristine home.
"Yeh kya tamasha hai, Sneha? Yeh log... chi, kitne gande!" she hissed under her breath, but her real venom sharpened when she caught the laborers' stares—ogling her milky-white bahu like starving dogs at a feast, eyes bulging at the sway of Sneha's hips, the jiggle of her breasts as she bent to arrange mats, her exposed belly that gleamed like forbidden gold. Sneha till now had carefully and painstakingly covered her blouse with the saree's pallu. She does not want to show the room full of dirty men the kind of blouse she was wearing today !
As the panditji struck up the aarti, the room bathed in the buttery flicker of flames, Sneha stood near the fire, the heat licking her bare midriff like invisible tongues, making her skin flush and her navel contract in the warmth. Sasuma came close, her voice an urgent whisper over the bells' jingle. "Beti, pallu theek karo, aag ke paas ho. Dikh raha hai sab kuch."
Sneha obeyed reflexively, tugging the yellow silk over her shoulder, the fabric whispering across her cleavage—but in the motion, the pallu slipped just enough to show the blouse's actual size , the tiny cups barely containing her spilling breasts, the deep V baring half her assets and her nipples faintly outlined like dark secrets. Sasuma's eyes widened behind her glasses, her hand flying to her mouth. Thankfully , it's only Sasuma who saw her cleavage and not the labourers who were chatting away in the other room.
Sasuma leaned in, voice a scandalized hiss. "Sneha, yeh kya pehni ho tum?" Sneha glanced down, casual as sin, smoothing the saree with manicured nails. "Majhi, why ? It's just a saree and blouse "
Sasuma's whisper turned venomous, her breath sour with worry and tamarind chutney.
"Yeh saree hai itni patli... upar se yeh jo blouse tumne pehen rakhi hai, isse to sirf Bra pehen leti. Aadha seena dikh raha hai!"
Sneha's cheeks burned, but she kept her tone light, eyes fixed on the flame. "Please sasuma, not now. Abhi puja mein dhyan do aap."
"Kaise dhyan du? Ek to tumne aise blouse pehni hai jisme tumhara aadha saman duniya ko dikh rahi hai, upar se kaise gande logon ko bula rakhi hai! Dekho, kaise wo takla aadmi tumhe tabse ghure ja raha hai..."
Sneha followed her gaze to the bald laborer, his watery eyes glued to her cleavage , a dribble of gutkha juice staining his chin. A flash of heat passed through Sneha .
"Please sasuma, abhi yeh sab nahi." Sneha muttered !
Sasuma huffed her voice dropping to a maternal tirade. "Pata nahi kya ladki hai yeh. Koi akal nahi hai isko—kahan, kiske samne kya pehna hai... Kaise gande log hain yahan, chi!"
Across the room, the bald man continued to watch Sneha's blouse like a hawk, Sasuma caught his stare
" Sneha , tum kase Azamgarh p ase kapde pehen ke ghumti ho , yah Gurgaon nhi hai.. " Sasuma snorted
" Sasuma pls hum pls hum is barein p baad main baat karte?
The old lady continued...
"Rakesh ko bhi koi jagah nahi mili Azamgarh chhod ke... yehi aana tha. Kaise chote aur gunda jaise log rehte hain yahan." The words landed like a slap—gunda jaise log—and Sneha's mind reeled, flashing to that shack: Pandey's sweat-slicked bulk pinning her, his monstrous lund stretching her to breaking, flooding her womb with thick, spurts of his low-class seed.
What if it's taken root? Panic clawed her throat, visions unsettling: her belly swell round and obscene under sarees, carrying a goon's bastard child—a mini-Pandey with his father's leering eyes—clinging to her tits for milk , suckling like the pervert he was destined to be, her nipples raw and leaking while the town whispered .
Her cunt clenched involuntarily, a traitorous gush of wetness soaking her thong, shame and arousal twisting like vines. She was jolted by a sound in the kitchen.
To escape the suffocation, Sneha murmured, "Majhi, main prasad check karti hoon," and slipped away...
The khichdi was cooked and Sneha saw the hungry eyes of the labourers ,
She requested the sweaty dirty labourers to gather for food as she started distributing the khichdi. While they devoured the modest khichdi like hungry animals , they also made Sneha uncomfortable with their dirty stares. Her fashionable sleeveless blouse was no longer a secret , since she had to bend low to serve the khichdi to the labourers seated on the floor, and everyone could easily make out how her designer blouse actually looked. The bald foreman even had a definite boner under his unwashed lungi.
" Kya Sajid Bhai , aur kitna dekhoge Bhabhi ji ko , abhi khana kha lo , bahut time se bhuka ho " The man seating next to the Bald man teased him .
The bald man snapped " chup , behenchodddddd... "
That guy laughed and whispered " Sajid Bhai, kya maal hai yaar yeh Bhabhi... Ek baat bol , bhabhi saree k niche sirf Bra peheni hai kya , blouse pehen na lag rahe bhul hi Gayi ! "
They giggled loud and obscenely, soon the entire room of labourers were joking about the same. They were eating and joking to their hearts content.
Obscene whisper and jokes filled the room as Sneha stepped out. " Saala kya naam hai is randi ki ?" One of the guy's in Waseem's gang asked
" Sneha , iski pati ko janta hu main , nalla hai ekdum , biswas nhi hoti uske itni khoobsurat Randi jase biwi hai " another guy from Waseem gang snapped back.
Sneha felt a little tired from all this running , The kitchen was dim, cooler, the air heavy with cumin and ghee from the khichdi. Pandey was already there, looming by the sink, his back the door.
Sneha and Pandey looked at each other. Sneha made an effort to sound normal ..
" Prasad kha ke jana Pandey ji "
Pandey smirked and nodded , Sneha was about to leave the kitchen , but Pandey pulled her
"Pandey ji, yeh—" —he lunged, pinning her against the peeling wall with his hands, his mouth crashing onto hers in a violent smooch. His lips were rough, tasting of tobacco and raw hunger, tongue spearing deep to plunder her mouth, sucking her lower lip till it stung. One meaty hand clamped her breast through the blouse, squeezing the plush mound near her nipple; the other hand delved low, poking her navel with brutal insistence,..
Sneha shook from within at this unexpected àct , she struggled but soon she matched Pandey's aggression kissing him back vehemently..they continued smooching aggressively but now Pandey started cupping her ass globes over the saree.. soon Pandey had his hands inside Sneha's saree and he was manhandling Sneha's panties from behind. And now the perverted aggressive Pandey was trying to break open the delicate waistband of Sneha's expensive thong panties.
Sneha alarmed by Pandey's crazy daredevilry instantly broke the kiss with a wet pop, saliva trailing between their lips, her chest heaving. She knew Pandey would have torn open her panties if she was even a second late ..
"Pandey... please... sab log hain yahan. Meri saas... Dhruv abhi... please jaane do mujhe... ufff!" Pandey growled, mashing her boob harder, the flesh bulging between his fingers like overripe fruit. "Itna sexy blouse pehen ke tune mujhe garam kar diya, raand saali."
"Uff... Pandey nahi," she moaned, the sound half-protest, half-surrender, her body arching into his touch even as her mind screamed. He dove back in, devouring her mouth with sloppy urgency, his free hand splaying over her ass cheeks..
At that precise moment, Dhruvy emerged from the tiny toilet adjacent to the kitchen, the door creaking like a guilty hinge. He froze, eyes bulging at the scene: Momma splayed against the wall, her yellow saree hitched, Pandey's bulk grinding into her, hand buried in her cleavage, the other mauling her ass cheeks. Her lips were swollen, glistening with spit, a soft moan escaping as she clutched his shoulders. Dhruv's nunu—small and eager, barely filling his underwear—snapped to attention, throbbing hotly against the elastic, a sharp ache blooming as pre-cum slicked the tip.
" Oh my god , what is momma doing ?"
The sight seared him, confusion and lust churning, his hand twitching toward his crotch before he caught himself. Pandey kissed her furiously then, oblivious, his stubble scbanging her chin raw, tongue fucking her mouth in wet, audible thrusts. Sneha writhed, pushing weakly at his chest—too much, too close—and finally wrenched free, gasping, her blouse open, one nipple nearly slipping free. "Pandey... please leave me... sab log hain yahan!" He relented with a frustrated grunt, stepping back, his erection a obscene ridge under his dhoti. Sneha bolted, saree tangling her legs as she dashed to the washroom, slamming the door. Her skimpy blouse lay open and her bra was clearly visible now. And all the depraved actions made Sneha's nipple rock hard. Before this scandal goes out , Sneha quickly adjusted her Bra and blouse , trying to cover herself with however flimsy the blouse was.
She splashed water on her face, reapplied gloss with trembling hands, readjusted the pallu to modest cover—though the cleavage still peeked like a tease—and smoothed the saree, the silk cool against her overheated flesh. Back in the kitchen, Pandey cornered her by the stove, voice a low rumble. "Tu yeh blouse peheni hai , aab saab labourers ko bathroom Jana para"
Sneha rolled her eyes, a spark of defiance cutting the fear. "Pandey, tum to rehne do. Us din mujhe nanga karke mera sab kuch kiye.. woh bechara to sirf meri cleavage hi dekha hai." The words soothed him, a possessive gleam in his eye—haan, yeh Randi meri hai aab , his cock easing slightly as he imagined the laborers' envy.
"Theek hai... Main abhi chalti hun..." She slipped back to the puja just as the chants peaked, the room a swirl of smoke and sweat. Dhruv sat cross-legged on the mat, his erection a persistent throb, eyes locked on her like a heat-seeking missile: the way her boobs strained the blouse with each breath, nipples tenting the silk; the navel peeking when she moved, her lips, rubbed raw and bee-stung from Pandey's assault, still glistening as if freshly honeyed. He stared so hard at his sexy Momma he forgot the floor—his foot caught the frayed doormat's edge, and he toppled forward with a yelp, knee scbanging the tile, a thin line of blood welling. Sneha whirled, exasperation flaring. "Dhruv! When will you be careful? You are not a small kid anymore!"
Sasuma bustled over kneeling to inspect the scbang with a handkerchief
"Dhruv baccha hai... please aise baat mat karo, Sneha."
Dhruv hobbled off, casting one last, burning glance at his momma, his lulli still half-hard, chafing painfully..
The crowd started to thin because Sasuma looked sternly at the guys blatently checking out the milky white beauty of Sneha.
Infact , the old wiry woman almost were saying " aapne khana khaye ho ? "
If the labourers said yes , sasuma said " abhi mandir band Karungi , aap log ja sakte ho " almost pushing them out .
"Momma, everyone left?" Dhruv asked, voice cracking slightly, his eyes darting to Sneha's silhouette in the lamplight, the curve of her ass outlined against the saree's silk as she bent to sweep the marigold petals, sending a fresh twitch through his pajama-clad groin.
Sasuma looked at his ankle , "Beta, apply some ice on your ankle. Dikho, kitna sooj gaya hai. Baitho yahan." She gestured to the sofa, But Dhruv's pulse hammered with a desperate need—to be near his sexy mom, to inhale the jasmine musk still clinging to her skin. His lulli stirred semi-hard in his underwear, a insistent poke from the day's pent-up stares, her yellow silk a siren call.
"Nani, I am fine now. You go and rest." Dhruv waved her off with a boy's grin, masking the heat flushing his cheeks.
Sasuma hesitated, brows knitting. "Barf laga lena, beta. Subah tak theek ho jayega." She shuffled back inside, the door clicking shut with a sigh, leaving the air thicker, charged.
Sneha straightened, catching Dhruv's gaze, her full lips curving in that soft
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)