Ananya(Student) - How I gave my measurements to the tailor(11 videos)-Scene-28-GOLD!*

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Scene 29

The cab dropped me off. I walked through the front gate of our house, holding my phone tight. My heart was beating fast from the texts Sushil sent earlier. My face felt hot. I went inside and threw my bag on the sofa in the hallway. The house was quiet. I thought I was alone. I hoped so, to think about this crazy guy, Sushil Dahiya.

Just as I was going to my room to change, my phone rang in my hand.

The screen showed: Sushil Dahiya calling...

I looked at the screen for three seconds. My thumb was near the red button, but I slid it to green.

"Hello?" I whispered. My voice shook a bit.

"Where, Madam?" His voice was deep and rough. It was full of confidence that made my knees weak. It was pure Jatt style. "Did you get home safe, or did the driver get lost looking at you in the mirror?"

I leaned on the wall and bit my lip. "I got home safe, Sushil. Why call me? You text, now call... are you not busy?"

"Busy?" He laughed deep. "For you, Ananya, I am never busy. A Jatt always has time for his girl. I was with my friends, but I thought only of you. Of your eyes. They are dangerous, like a big cat."

I smiled. He was so silly, but it felt real. "You are crazy, Sushil. My eyes are just brown. Normal."

"No, no," he said, his voice softer. "Not normal. They have fire. When you looked at me in the canteen yesterday... I felt it in my chest. And lower. You know?"

My breath stopped. "Sushil... don't say that."

"Why not?" he asked. "I speak from my heart. My heart says you are mine. You don't know yet. You think I am rough, so no romance? Let me tell you, Ananya. I will treat you like a queen. I will take you on my bike to Murthal, feed you parathas with my hands. I will fight the world for you. If any boy looks at you, I will break his legs. That is how much I want you."

"You would break legs for me?" I asked. It felt exciting, even if bad.

"Legs, arms, jaw," Sushil said like it was nothing. "Anything. You are my girl, Ananya. I decided when I saw you. You are soft and classy. I am rough and local. Perfect match. Like milk and whiskey."

I laughed. "Milk and whiskey? That sounds bad, Sushil."

"It makes you drunk fast," he said softly. "Tell me, Ananya. Do you miss me? Just a little?"

I paused. I walked slowly to the living room, phone close to my ear. "Maybe," I whispered. "A little."

"I knew it," he said. "I hear it in your voice. Want me to come over? I can jump the gate. I am not scared of your dad."

"No!" I said, scared. "Don't. My dad is strict. And my mom is home."

"Let them be," Sushil said. "I just want to see you. Without that scarf hiding things. I bet you look like the statues at Khajuraho temple underneath."

I went into the living room to scold him, but I stopped.

Mom was there.

She was not in the kitchen or watching TV. She was in the middle of the living room on her purple yoga mat. The TV was off. Curtains were half closed, with afternoon sun coming in like lights.

Mom wore tight black yoga pants that stuck to her legs, and a black sports bra. Her hair was in a messy bun, with sweat on her neck. She shone with sweat.

"Ananya?" Sushil said in my ear. "You there? Did you faint thinking of me?"

"I... I'm here," I said, staring at my mom.

Mom was stretching. She did the Cobra pose. She lay on her stomach, hands pushing up, back arched. Head back, showing her sweaty neck.

Then she saw me.

She did not stop. She did not say, "Hi, beta, you're back."

She looked at me upside down, chin up. She smiled. Not her normal mom smile. It was playful, knowing, and very sexy.

"Who are you talking to?" Mom mouthed without sound, moving her lips big.

I pointed to the phone and shook my head.

"Is it a boy?" Mom mouthed, smiling more.

"Sushil," I said into the phone, not focused. "I... I have to go. My mom is doing yoga."

"Yoga?" Sushil laughed. "Is she hot? Send a pic. Just kidding. Unless..."

"Shut up, Sushil," I said quietly, but I did not hang up.

Mom changed. She did the Cat-Cow pose. On hands and knees. Her yoga pants stretched tight over her butt.

She looked back at me over her shoulder. She knew I watched. She knew I was on the phone with a boy. Instead of stopping, she arched her back deep, pushing her butt out.

"Oh my god," I whispered.

"What?" Sushil asked. "What happened? You see me outside?"

"No," I said softly. "It's... nothing."

Mom moved her hips in slow circles. It was not yoga now. It was like a dance. She turned her waist, making her butt move like a spell. She looked right at me, biting her lip.

Then she did something that almost made me drop the phone.

She sat back on her heels. Her hands went to the top of her yoga pants.

She looked at me. One eyebrow up. Like a dare.

Slowly, she pulled them down.

"Ananya, talk to me," Sushil said, but he sounded far away. "Tell me you want me. Say, 'Sushil, I want your—'"

I did not listen to Sushil. I watched my mom, Sunita.

She pushed the black pants down over her hips. Her skin was pale and pink from exercise. She showed her panties. Not normal cotton. They were red. Bright, lacy, naughty red panties high on her thighs.

She kicked the pants off and threw them on the sofa near me.

Now she was in just her sports bra and red panties.

"Sushil, wait," I said, choking.

Mom got back on hands and knees. She crawled forward a bit. Then she did Downward-Facing Dog.

Hands and feet down, hips up high.

She faced away from me, so I saw everything. Legs wide for balance. Red panties tight. Her butt was up, in the sun, like a gift.

It was too much. It was dirty. It was the hottest thing I ever saw.

"Ananya!" Sushil yelled. "Are you listening? I said I'm coming tonight!"

I looked at my mom's butt moving a little in the pose. She turned her head, looked at me from under her arm. She winked.

I could not do two talks at once. My brain stopped. The phone guy lost to the show in the room.

"I have to go, Sushil," I said fast, out of breath. "Bye."

"Wait! Don't—"

I pressed red, cutting him off.

I threw the phone on the cushion next to Mom's pants.

I stepped closer to the mat.

Mom stayed in the pose. She did not move. She breathed in and out, her butt going up and down, waiting for me to look closer.

"You're back early," Mom said, voice tight from the pose. "Like what you see, beta?"

I swallowed hard and dropped my bag. "Yes, Mom," I whispered. "I really do."

My heart beat hard against my chest, louder than the far-away cars outside. What does she want? I thought. My throat felt dry. Is she doing this on purpose?

It did not make sense. Mom had many men who liked her. I knew about the "gym trainer." I knew how men looked at her at parties. Even Dad touched her a lot when he wanted. She had lots of choices. Why was she showing off for me? Why try to tempt her own daughter?

But as she changed from Downward Dog to a deep lunge, and looked back at me with fun, bad eyes, the answer was clear. Because she could. In this house, rules were like lines in sand, easy to wash away.

"Like the view, beta?" Mom asked, out of breath from moving. She did not wait for me to say.

She stood up slow, wiping sweat from her head with her hand. She was still in just her sports bra and lacy red panties. She went to the side table for a glass of water. She drank, letting a drop fall down her chin, to her chest, and into the space between her bra.

She saw me looking at the water drop.

"It's hot today, right?" she teased, running her hand through her messy hair. "Very hot."

Then she did something more brave. She fixed her panties right in front of me. She put her thumbs in the sides of the red lace and pulled them up high on her hips, making the band snap on her skin.

"These are not comfy," she said with a smile that meant the opposite. "Maybe I should take them off?"

My eyes got big. "Mom..."

She laughed deep. "Relax, Ananya. I'm just joking."

"Wait here," she said soft but like an order. "I need to put on something. A guest is coming."

She walked to her bedroom, moving her hips a lot. I stood there, not moving, my mind full of thoughts. A guest? Who?

Mom came back after one minute. She did not put on a saree or suit. She wore old, tight black cycling shorts. I remembered them from long ago. They were old, the cloth thin from wear and wash.

She went back to the mat. As she bent to pick up her towel, I saw it. The cloth on the butt was so thin in spots that I could see the bright red panties under it. And there were small holes, tiny rips near the inside of her thigh and one on the curve of her left butt. Through the holes, her light skin showed.

It looked cheap. It looked bad. But on her, it was very sexy.

"Better?" she asked, turning and standing with hands on hips. The shorts stuck to her front, showing shapes.

"Much better," I said, hard to talk, looking at the holes.

Just then, a soft knock came at the main door.

Thud. Thud.

Mom's face changed from tempting to friendly fast, but her eyes still had that look.

"That must be her," Mom said, going to the door. "Sneha."

Sneha Mehra? I blinked. Our neighbor? The one with the mean mother-in-law? That old lady watched Sneha all the time. She did not let Sneha go out alone.

I remembered Mom saying something. Sneha was six months pregnant. Mom told the old lady that "prenatal yoga" was needed for the baby's health and easy birth. Somehow, the mother-in-law said yes, thinking yoga was holy. If she knew what really happened here.

Mom opened the door.

Sneha Mehra stood there, looking scared but happy. She was pretty in a simple, home way. She wore a loose printed maternity top and leggings, holding a water bottle. Her belly was big and round, showing six months pregnant. Her face glowed, from pregnancy and from leaving her house.

"Come in, come in, beta," Mom said warm, bringing her inside. "Did the old witch see you go?"

Sneha laughed nervous, stepping in. "She is sleeping, Aunty. But she said okay. She thinks we do... om sounds."

Mom laughed loud, locking the door. "Oh, we will chant. Don't worry."

Sneha came into the living room and saw me. "Hi, Ananya," she smiled shy. "I didn't know you were home."

"Hi, Sneha di," I said, trying not to look at Mom's holey shorts. "Congrats on the... belly."

"Thank you," she said, face red, hand on her stomach.

Mom walked around Sneha, like checking new food.

"You look glowing, Sneha," Mom said soft. "Pregnancy looks good on you. It makes you look... ready."

Sneha's face got very red. "Aunty... please. I feel like a big ball."

"No," Mom said, stopping in front. "Let's make you comfy. You can't do yoga in those clothes. Too tight."

"But... I didn't bring other things," Sneha said, not sure.

"No problem," Mom said, waving her hand. "Just take off the top. You have a bra inside, right?"

Sneha looked surprised. "Here? In the living room?"

"It's just us girls," Mom said smooth. "Ananya won't care. Will you, Ananya?"

She looked at me. I shook my head, no words.

"See?" Mom smiled. "Come on. The baby needs space. And I need to see your body to fix your pose."

Slow, Sneha pulled up her top over her head.

My mouth opened wide.

Under the loose top, Sneha wore a plain white cotton bra. It was tight. Her breasts were big from pregnancy. They were heavy and coming out of the bra. Veins showed, blue lines under white skin. Her belly was round and tight below, her belly button out a bit.

Mom made a soft whistle.

"My god, Sneha," Mom whispered, touching Sneha's arm. "Look at you. You are so big. In a good way."

Sneha put her arms over her chest, shy. "They hurt sometimes. So heavy."

Mom stepped close, eyes on Sneha's chest.

"That's because they fill with milk," Mom said quiet. "Nature is great, right? You are like a cow. A pretty, milky cow."

Sneha laughed, a bit not comfy but liking the words. "Aunty, you say strange things."

"I say true things," Mom said. She looked at me. "Ananya, look at her. See how her body changed. Isn't it amazing?"

I nodded, no words. Sneha stood in leggings and bra, her pregnant belly out, while my mom in her cheap shorts and bra walked around. The room felt different. Not just yoga. It was about making babies, bodies, and strange, secret pulls.

"Okay," Mom clapped. "No more talk. Let's start. Sneha, on the mat. We do Cat-Cow pose. Good for back. Good for opening hips."

Mom winked at me again.

"Ananya, you watch," Mom said like order. "You might learn. Or help me fix her."

I sat on the sofa, eyes big. I watched the pregnant woman get on the mat next to my mom, two kinds of woman strength about to meet in my living room.

"Okay, Sneha," Mom said. Her voice was low and like a teacher. "Let's start with Cat-Cow. Hands and knees. Keep your back straight."

Sneha nodded, scared. She got on all fours next to Mom. When she leaned forward, her big breasts pulled down.

Her white bra was from before she got pregnant. It was plain cotton, not made for her big, heavy breasts full of milk. As she went down, her breasts swung like heavy things. The white cloth pulled tight. The cups were too small. Lots of breast showed out the sides near her arms.

"That's it," Mom said, walking around her. "Now, breathe in and arch your back. Look up."

Sneha breathed in. Her chest got bigger.

Pop.

It happened right there. When Sneha arched, her left breast came out of the cup. The white cloth slipped down, could not hold it. A big, dark brown circle and a thick nipple came out, right at me.

I made a small sound. Sneha did not see at first because her head was back.

But Mom saw.

Mom stopped. She stood next to Sneha's head. She looked down at the bare breast. She did not look away. She did not say, "Cover up." She just looked, her eyes following the blue lines on the light skin.

Sneha breathed out and looked down. She saw her nipple out.

"Oh my god!" Sneha said, face very red. She pushed her breast back in fast, hands shaking. "I'm so sorry, Aunty! This bra... it doesn't fit. I'm so sorry, Ananya."

She looked at me, very embarrassed.

Mom knelt next to her right away. She put a hand on Sneha's shoulder, strong and calm.

"Sorry?" Mom asked quiet, lifting Sneha's chin. "Why sorry, beta? For being natural? For being a woman?"

"It's... bad," Sneha whispered, eyes wet. "I look like a cow. My mother-in-law says cover up even in bathroom."

"Your mother-in-law is an old, dry woman," Mom said mean, but her touch was soft. "She forgot what it's like to be full of life. Look at you, Sneha. You make a baby inside. Your body works hard. These..."

Mom reached out. I stopped breathing.

Mom used her finger to touch the strap of Sneha's bra, near where it slipped.

"...these feed the future. No shame here. In this house, you are not a daughter-in-law. You are just Sneha. You are beautiful."

Sneha sniffed, looking at Mom with big, thankful eyes. "Really?"

"Really," Mom smiled, that warm but strong smile. "If they come out, let them. Who sees? Just me and Ananya. We are girls. We like you. Right, Ananya?"

Mom looked at me.

"Right," I said, voice rough. "You look... healthy, Sneha di. Don't worry."

"Come," Mom said, standing. "Let's try a standing pose. Tree Pose. For balance."

Sneha stood up slow. She tried to lift one leg, put foot on inside thigh, but she shook. Her big belly made her off balance.

"I can't," Sneha laughed, nervous. "I'm too heavy in front."

"I've got you," Mom said soft.

Mom went behind her. She pressed her chest to Sneha's back. Mom's hands went around Sneha's waist, under the belly curve.

"Feel my help," Mom whispered in Sneha's ear. "Lean back on me."

Sneha relaxed, eyes closed. Mom's hands moved slow. One hand rubbed Sneha's tight belly skin in slow circles. The other hand went up.

It rested under Sneha's breasts, on her ribs.

"You carry so much here," Mom said quiet. "Your back must hurt."

"It does," Sneha said soft. "Lower back. Shoulders. All over."

Mom's hand went up more. She held the bottom of Sneha's left breast—the one that came out. She did not squeeze. She just lifted it a bit, to make it lighter.

"Better?" Mom asked.

"Oh... yes," Sneha said, head back on Mom's shoulder. "Feels... so light."

I sat on the sofa, holding the cushion hard. My fingers hurt. My mom was behind our pregnant neighbor, holding her breast, almost like hugging close, and calling it "yoga help."

Sneha did not move away. She was like melting. After months of scolds from in-laws, Mom's touch felt good, like water when thirsty.

"You are safe here," Mom whispered, nose on Sneha's neck. "Relax. Be free. No one judges."

To test, Mom let her hand touch Sneha's nipple over the bra. Sneha shook all over, but did not go away.

"Okay, break," Mom said sudden, stepping back. Sneha almost fell, looked sad without the touch.

Mom gave her a water bottle. They sat on the floor, facing each other. I was still on the sofa, quiet.

"Your skin glows, Sneha," Mom said, wiping her sweat with towel. "Does your husband like this time?"

Sneha looked at her bottle, face sad. "Him? No. He... scared to touch me."

"Scared?" Mom raised eyebrow. "Why?"

"He says... weird," Sneha said, voice shake. "Because baby there. And I am so... big. No touch in four months, Aunty. I feel ugly. Like just a baby machine."

"That man is stupid," Mom said strong. She took Sneha's hand. "If I was your husband... I could not stop touching you."

Sneha looked up, surprised but happy.

"A woman is most sexy when pregnant," Mom said, voice low and close. "You are ready, Sneha. Full. Look at these."

Mom pointed to Sneha's chest.

"They are full. Sensitive. Do they leak sometimes?"

Sneha got very red. "Yes. At night sometimes."

"See?" Mom smiled, licking lips without thinking. "That is sweet. Anyone should be lucky to taste. You are a goddess, Sneha. Don't let a scared boy say no."

Sneha looked at Mom. I saw she admired Mom a lot. Mom changed her bad feelings to strength.

"Thank you, Sunita Aunty," Sneha whispered. "I needed that. I feel alone sometimes."

"You are not alone here," Mom said, holding her hand. "Come anytime. For yoga. Talk. Or... help."

"Now," Mom stood, stretching arms. "Let me show the moves for home. Watch close, okay? Look at hip moves."

Mom went to middle of mat. She checked I was watching. She winked at me.

"Ananya, you watch too. Maybe learn for later."

Mom got ready. She wore those old, torn cycling shorts.

"Watch Downward Dog," Mom said.

She bent, hands down. Feet back. Hips up high.

Sneha sat on floor behind, so she saw direct.

Mom spread legs wider than needed.

"Open hips," Mom said, voice loud.

I saw Sneha's eyes get big. She stared at Mom's butt.

The shorts pulled tight. Cloth thin and old. And the holes... oh, the holes.

A rip on left butt curve. Through it, red lace panties showed bright. And below, light skin.

Mom knew. She moved hips a little.

"See the angle, Sneha?" Mom asked, looking back upside down.

Sneha was stuck looking. Not at back angle. At how shorts stuck to Mom. At the strong, no-shame sexiness of older woman.

"Yes, Aunty," Sneha said soft, eyes on the hole. "I see. You are so... bendy."

"Takes practice," Mom said, holding. "And comfy with body. Like this."

Mom lifted one leg high—Three-Legged Dog.

This pulled cloth more. Front of shorts showed to Sneha. I knew from side it was thin there too. Sneha saw all of Mom.

I felt hot jealousy in my belly. Not for yoga, but Sneha got the show for me. But Mom turned head a bit, upside down. She looked at me.

She smiled.

She did it for us both. Showing Sneha freedom, showing me control.

"Okay," Mom said, leg down, to knees, sweaty and red. "Your turn, Sneha. Do the Dog. Don't worry about bra. Let it come out. We are family."

Sneha stood, hands shake. She looked at mat. At Mom. Then, with new strength, she got on hands and knees.

She did not fix her bra. She got ready to pose, okay to show for Mom's okay.

Sneha was on her hands and knees again, trying the Cat-Cow pose. Her white bra was wet with sweat at the bottom, cutting into her big, swollen skin. Her belly hung low, heavy with the baby inside.

Mom was behind her, saying she was "fixing her pose." But we all knew what she really did.

Mom's hands were on Sneha's hips, thumbs pushing into her lower back.

"Push back against me, Sneha," Mom whispered, lips close to Sneha's ear. "Don't fear the touch. Let me hold your weight."

Normally, Sneha would pull away. She was shy, always controlled as a daughter-in-law. But something changed in her. Maybe hormones, or being alone, or just happy to be touched by someone who saw her as more than a baby holder.

Sneha made a deep sound from her chest. She did not move away. She pushed her hips back. Her big butt pressed right into Mom's front.

"It feels so good, Aunty," Sneha said soft, eyes closed. "Your hands... so warm. I feel like... melting."

"Melt then," Mom said quiet, moving hands from hips to ribs, under armpits. "I am here. I hold you. You don't need to be strong now."

Sneha shook. She turned her head a bit, rubbing cheek on Mom's shoulder. It was close, like an animal showing love. She needed it. Like a cat left in rain, finding a warm spot.

"More," Sneha whispered, so quiet. "Please don't stop touching."

I watched, my heart beat hard in my throat. My mom was almost rubbing close on the neighbor, and the neighbor wanted more. The jealousy I felt before turned to strong wonder.

I moved closer on the carpet. I was close enough to touch Sneha.

"Sneha di," I asked, voice shaking.

Sneha opened eyes, looked at me like in a dream. "Yes, Ananya?"

"How does it feel?" I asked, looking at her big, round belly. "Being... pregnant?"

Sneha smiled tired and soft. She sat back on her heels, facing me. Her chest moved up and down hard, almost coming out of the small white bra again.

"It feels... full," Sneha said, hands on stomach. "Like I am pulled tight. Sometimes no space left for me in my skin."

I looked at her belly. It was round and tight like a drum. The skin looked thin, like I could see the baby move.

"Can I..." I stopped, looked at Mom. Mom nodded, eyes fun and bad. "Can I touch it? The belly?"

Sneha looked surprised, but nodded. "Yes. Sure. Maybe baby kicks for you."

I reached out. My hand shook as I put palm on top of her bump.

It was hard. Harder than I thought. Warm, like hot fever.

"Oh wow," I whispered. "It's solid."

"A whole person inside," Mom said quiet from behind Sneha, fingers in Sneha's wet hair.

I kept hand there, feeling strange. But my eyes went up.

Sneha's breasts were close, just above my hand. They were big. Huge, with blue lines, smelling like milk and powder. They moved with breath. I never saw breasts like that. Mine small and up. Hers heavy, useful, but very sexy.

"Sneha di," I swallowed, mouth dry. I wanted to be brave. I was a girl. Mom said just girls here. "Can I... ask weird thing?"

Sneha looked at me, eyes trust. "What?"

"Can I feel your chest?" I whispered. "I mean... breasts? They look heavy. I want to know feel."

Room quiet.

Sneha's face very red. She crossed arms over chest.

"Ananya..." she said, not sure. "That's... private."

"It's okay, Sneha," Mom said smooth. She leaned forward, arms around Sneha from back, chin on shoulder. "Ananya curious. She young. Wants to know woman body change. Who else ask? Me? I old. You in best time."

Mom kissed Sneha's cheek.

"Let her feel weight," Mom said. "Just us. Like sisters. Moms. Daughters."

Sneha bit lip. Looked at Mom, then me. Saw real wonder in my eyes. She slowly moved arms down.

"Okay," Sneha whispered, very quiet. "But... gentle. They hurt a lot."

I swallowed hard. Lifted hand from belly. Moved up.

Fingers touched bottom of left breast. Bra cotton wet with sweat.

"Go on," Mom whispered. "Hold it."

I put hand full under breast.

Oh my god.

So heavy. Like water bag with warm soft stuff. Filled my hand and more. I squeezed soft.

"Ah," Sneha made sound, head back on Mom's shoulder.

"Hurt?" I asked fast, ready to stop.

"No," Sneha said soft, eyes closed. "Feels... better. Pressure... you lift it."

I used other hand for right one. Now held both big breasts. Felt heat. Felt thick inside making milk.

"So hot," I whispered. "And soft."

I got brave. Thumbs touched nipples over thin cloth. They big, hard like stones.

Sneha shook hard. "Ananya..."

"Feel good?" Mom asked in ear, looking at me proud.

"Yes," Sneha said, tear from eye. "My husband... never gentle. Grabs or ignores. This... like care."

I rubbed gentle, feeling power over this adult pregnant woman. I just college girl, but giving what her marriage not.

Sudden, Sneha moved. Pulled from my hands. I thought too much.

But not mad. She turned on mat, facing Mom.

Looked at my mom, this woman in torn shorts and sports bra who broke all Sneha's walls.

"Sunita Aunty," Sneha cried, feelings too much. "You... only one who gets me."

"I know, beta," Mom said soft, arms open. "I know."

Sneha jumped into Mom's arms. Not nice hug. Crashed. Her heavy breasts pushed on Mom's chest. Arms around Mom's neck, face in neck.

"I don't want go back," Sneha cried on Mom's skin. "Not to that house. Want stay here. With you."

Mom held tight, rubbed back, eyes on mine over shoulder.

"Stay long as you want," Mom whispered.

Sneha pulled back a bit, face close to Mom's. Eyes on Mom's lips. Air changed from sad to strong want.

"I want to try this," Sneha said, voice shake with new want. "Be close to you. All way. Want you teach me all. About body. Pleasure. Will you?"

Mom smiled, wiped tear from Sneha's cheek with thumb.

"Of course, my love," Mom said soft. "But first... take off tight clothes. Baby needs air. You too."

Sneha nodded fast, hands to bra hook, while I watched, hands still feel heavy from her breasts, knowing real lesson starts now.