29-12-2025, 11:31 PM
He lingered there for a min and stepped down. His legs moved in leisure or maybe in reluctance. But now when I think, what I did that time surprises me more. I was crawling on my knees keeping pace with that man. He turned away and looked around, ensuring the place was secluded, and in that quick twitch at his neck, I saw his reddened eyes and the gulp at his throat, sure shot indication something nasty was cooking into his head.
We were some ten steps high from the water level, where mummy was washing clothes on a round stone purposefully carved and placed there for washing clothes. A pile of laundry which included blankets and bedsheets was beside her.
From the improved proximity, she was better visible; but with her back towards us, she didn’t seem to notice our presence and was all engaged in her job. And that was resulting in her natural, free and somewhat careless movements as if she was at home.
She stood up, with left hand on her waist and the other wrist on her forehead, she must be catching breaths. And I could see her soft back jiggle through the neck of her blouse as she kept breathing. It was a strange feeling. As eyes turned to the man, I saw him hushing as a hot stream of air exhaled from his mouth and he did something that startled me.
He let the blanket over him fall to the ground, and his right hand moved over the zip area of the pants and he rubbed there, with his palm moving up and down, rhythmically, slowly.
Now it was my turn to gulp. What the hell was I really looking at? Was it sane to keep at it? Why was my blood not boiling? Self-doubt had tightened around my mind, but there was more to it — a dirty seed of curiosity had been sowed.
I kept looking as his hands enlarged the bulge of his pants even further. His manhood looked as if towering a tent. His eyes again ensured absolute privacy and he stepped down, taking out something, probably tobacco out of the pocket. I followed along with him, seeing his troubled walk caused by the full erection he has got. He was rubbing tobacco but his eyes darted to mummy.
She resumed; hitting and rubbing the cloth on the stone, and her whole body moved, showing what she was blessed of. For the sake of washing, she had pulled up the saree till calf and tugged in it tight by the waist. That was clearly depicting the voluptuous, shapely figure she had owned — uncommon for her age. I felt ashamed of myself, for I loved her so much and respected her utmost. Never in a dream I had ever thought of her in such a mean way I was actually doing now.
Holy shit! How could I gaze at her bodily assets; compare them with other ladies and rank her? She was my own birthgiving mother! A careless moment suffices to slip you off a moral path, had I been pulled into dirt by that bastard man? My brain was probably tethering to his? Trying to understand his thoughts and bringing his lusty feelings along?
He licked lip at her shaking buttocks through the saree, and her hand stretched back to scratch at the skin under the blouse. As she resumed patting the cloth, the locks of bra straps slipped out from below the blouse.
His free hand, this time the left one, again rubbed at his manhood. He descended by two more steps.
Mummy stood up, and squeezed the piece of cloth to get water out and turned back to put it in the bucket. This is the first time her eye met the man.
She stood steady and he was looking at her only, for much longer than it would suit decency, and then he turned his face around and descended to sit at the step. I kept crawling till I reached much closer to him. I was able to see him clearly from the right side.
Mummy’s initial anxiety washed away as she cleared hair traces off her face and bent to pick up the next piece of cloth. She was searching through the big pile of clothes. It was taking her a long to scramble through it and unknown to her, her pallu got displaced to one side. Her dark blue blouse, partially wet with the water, caught the attention.
That was such a sight! Two coconut-sized, shapely breasts were tightly held between a well stitched blouse. That deep, dark cleavage formed by milky white flesh of her mammeries was clearly visible even from the distance I was hiding at. And I clearly heard the man’s sigh. Her chestal beauty twitched his already aroused mind, and I shamefully witnessed it.
As she stood up with cloth in hand, she again looked at him. And probably she noticed him watching, as she looked at her chest and covered her chest properly by pinch-pulling the pallu. Still she didn’t anticipate what was coming to her.
We were some ten steps high from the water level, where mummy was washing clothes on a round stone purposefully carved and placed there for washing clothes. A pile of laundry which included blankets and bedsheets was beside her.
From the improved proximity, she was better visible; but with her back towards us, she didn’t seem to notice our presence and was all engaged in her job. And that was resulting in her natural, free and somewhat careless movements as if she was at home.
She stood up, with left hand on her waist and the other wrist on her forehead, she must be catching breaths. And I could see her soft back jiggle through the neck of her blouse as she kept breathing. It was a strange feeling. As eyes turned to the man, I saw him hushing as a hot stream of air exhaled from his mouth and he did something that startled me.
He let the blanket over him fall to the ground, and his right hand moved over the zip area of the pants and he rubbed there, with his palm moving up and down, rhythmically, slowly.
Now it was my turn to gulp. What the hell was I really looking at? Was it sane to keep at it? Why was my blood not boiling? Self-doubt had tightened around my mind, but there was more to it — a dirty seed of curiosity had been sowed.
I kept looking as his hands enlarged the bulge of his pants even further. His manhood looked as if towering a tent. His eyes again ensured absolute privacy and he stepped down, taking out something, probably tobacco out of the pocket. I followed along with him, seeing his troubled walk caused by the full erection he has got. He was rubbing tobacco but his eyes darted to mummy.
She resumed; hitting and rubbing the cloth on the stone, and her whole body moved, showing what she was blessed of. For the sake of washing, she had pulled up the saree till calf and tugged in it tight by the waist. That was clearly depicting the voluptuous, shapely figure she had owned — uncommon for her age. I felt ashamed of myself, for I loved her so much and respected her utmost. Never in a dream I had ever thought of her in such a mean way I was actually doing now.
Holy shit! How could I gaze at her bodily assets; compare them with other ladies and rank her? She was my own birthgiving mother! A careless moment suffices to slip you off a moral path, had I been pulled into dirt by that bastard man? My brain was probably tethering to his? Trying to understand his thoughts and bringing his lusty feelings along?
He licked lip at her shaking buttocks through the saree, and her hand stretched back to scratch at the skin under the blouse. As she resumed patting the cloth, the locks of bra straps slipped out from below the blouse.
His free hand, this time the left one, again rubbed at his manhood. He descended by two more steps.
Mummy stood up, and squeezed the piece of cloth to get water out and turned back to put it in the bucket. This is the first time her eye met the man.
She stood steady and he was looking at her only, for much longer than it would suit decency, and then he turned his face around and descended to sit at the step. I kept crawling till I reached much closer to him. I was able to see him clearly from the right side.
Mummy’s initial anxiety washed away as she cleared hair traces off her face and bent to pick up the next piece of cloth. She was searching through the big pile of clothes. It was taking her a long to scramble through it and unknown to her, her pallu got displaced to one side. Her dark blue blouse, partially wet with the water, caught the attention.
That was such a sight! Two coconut-sized, shapely breasts were tightly held between a well stitched blouse. That deep, dark cleavage formed by milky white flesh of her mammeries was clearly visible even from the distance I was hiding at. And I clearly heard the man’s sigh. Her chestal beauty twitched his already aroused mind, and I shamefully witnessed it.
As she stood up with cloth in hand, she again looked at him. And probably she noticed him watching, as she looked at her chest and covered her chest properly by pinch-pulling the pallu. Still she didn’t anticipate what was coming to her.
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