chachaji milked mom(collected from net)

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Hi everybody,
This story one of my favorite. But the writer never finish it in xossip. I forgot the name of the writer. After finishing posting the story here, may be i will try to finish it. Hope you guys like the story.

After the initial couple of months in the rented house with the landlord acting as our guardian, very much like a fatherly figure aiding in almost all issues, and myself enthusiastically nurturing my toddler son, things started changing when my husband faced problems in his workplace. The factory in which my husband was working issued work suspension notice and it hit us very badly. He started getting curtailed wages which was not at all sufficient for our livelihood. On some months there was nonpayment also making lives choking for us. 

My husband naturally remained very upset and agitated for his job status and his luck was not favoring also as he was unable to get another job. He started remaining outside the house for long hours in search of job and I noticed that he grew drinking habit soon! My marital life was naturally in a dismal state and with the burden of the rent to be paid, buying the baby food for Harpal, and paying school fees and books for Rampal and his increasing demand for guidance (tuition) for his studies… things looked really out of hand for me. 

Chacha-ji (I called the landlord by that name) was a retired person and he had to feed his handicapped grownup son. Moreover, there was another dependent on him - Haria, the servant who looked after Sanjay. Chacha-ji was very particular about the rent part and one day there was a stiff quarrel between my husband and him regarding that and Chacha-ji even threatened to evict us if nonpayment continued. The overall situation was very grim and I was in a pure hopeless situation with no money to run the family and had no other alternative but to talk to Chacha-ji to save the situation. 

Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… you said you wanted to talk to me…

I actually was breastfeeding Rampal at that time; had it been any other person I had to quickly recompose and cover myself up, but since Chacha-ji was like a fatherly figure to me and was always around in the house, I had stopped covering up myself each time seeing him while executing daily chores. Though initially I was hesitant but his age, calm eyes, non-ogling attitude, and well mannered approach made me feel at ease. Since I had to breastfed Rampal frequently those days, I had stopped wearing the churidar at home and always wore sari so that it was easier for me to quickly push up the blouse and feed the kid to stop his yells. 

Me: Yes…. Yes Chacha-ji. 

Out of reflex action I pulled back my pallu over my blouse; my wheat-colored round and fleshy left boob was completely out my blouse and was entirely visible as Rampal was eagerly sucking it. 

Chacha-ji: Arre Beti… you can complete the feeding naa…. I am waiting… 

I nodded and indicated him to sit down and continued feeding him and gently swinging my thigh and knee so that Ram quickly gets to sleep while breastfeeding. 

Chacha-ji sat down on the couch. 

Me: Ji… itna shararat karta hai… yehi ek waqt hai jab thanda rehta hai… ab so jayega… 

Chacha-ji (smiling): Okay, okay… tu use sula de pehle…

I nodded and checked my son’s condition. He had already sucked quite a bit of my milk and was almost sleepy. As I continued to swing him on my leg muttering a tune and patting his forehead, Chacha-ji was nodding his head to the tune and looking at me with a calm smiling face. 

What I did not gather was my pallu was rather transparent and hence even when I covered my breasts with my pallu, Chacha-ji, from the close quarter, was able to view the complete beauty of my ripe left breast as my son was sucking it. Moreover, as my son had the habit of not continuously sucking the nipple while breastfeeding and used to give short pauses and removed his mouth off the nipple after sucking may be for a minute or two, Chacha-ji got all the more chance to see my swollen, moist, and succulent left nipple through my transparent pallu. My areolas were also big and rather prominent on my mammaries and my husband was very impressed from day #1 seeing those large circular cherry-colored areolasmaking my breasts look very sexy and eye-catching.

Soon Harpal was asleep and made him lie down on the cot and quickly covered myself properly. 

Chacha-ji: Ab bol kya baat hai? 

Me: Chacha-ji… (I could not control weeping) aap se to kuch nehi chupa hai… unka factory mei to lockout chal raha hai… ab main to pagal ho raha hoon ke paisa aayega kaha se… 

Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti… if I had any connection in any factory or in any business… main kabka bol deta tere marad ko… par aisa nehi hai… 

I continued to weep. 

Chacha-ji: Beti… Beti… (coming closer to me and patting my head) Don’t get upset… tell me the constraints…. let me see if I can do something… 

Me (controlled my weeping): Chacha-ji see... in the past Rampal’s school fees and books were the only costs pertaining to him… but now he is demanding tuition classes… tell me Chacha-ji… in a family like us… where from will I get that extra money for tuition?

Chacha-ji: Hmm…

Me: Upar se Harpal ka baby food bhi kharid na hai… aur apka rent bhi to mujhe bharna hai… 

Chacha-ji nodded in agreement of my pathetic condition. He was silent for sometime and looked up at the ceiling for a probable escape route for me. 

Chacha-ji: If I could waive your rents I would have done that Beti… par as you know… I have my disabled son and a dependent sister to feed… and I have no other source of income…

I could understand Chacha-ji’s frustration level; his grownup crippled son who did not contribute a single paisa due to his physical limitation. 

Me: I know…

Chacha-ji: What have you thought Beti? 

Me: I can’t think Chacha-ji… aise chalega to Rampal ka padhai bandh karna padhega… waise to Class VIII tak to pahuch gaya hai… ab kisi dukan mei….

Chacha-ji: W-h-a-t? 

Me: Chacha-ji… ap hi bolo main kya karoon… Harpal ka babyfood bandh karu? I can’t do that… Aapka rent bhi mujhe dena hai… to mere pas ek hi upai…

I couldn’t even complete my words that Chacha-ji almost howled at me! 

Chacha-ji: Khabardar jo Rampal ka school bandh karne ki baat boli to! 

I was slightly taken aback by Chacha-ji’s strong reaction, but soon realized that he loved Rampal very much and they spent quite a bit of time together in the house. 

Me: Chacha-ji… I didn’t mean to say that… but it is simply impossible for me to grant his demand for tuition classes! No way I can manage that Chacha-ji! 

Chacha-ji: Chal… iska hal ho gaya! 

I was quite surprised. How can he solve this problem! His tuition would cost some money for sure and I was sure Chacha-ji was in no position to bear that! Naturally I looked questionably at him. 

Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti… you have enough in your plate… I can understand… and I cannot help you in every aspect, but in this case I can… so I will. 

Me: You mean…???

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Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… Rampal is growing up and you must not shut down his demands … just like that… what I have decided is… I will give him tuition… so at least that financial burden is off of your shoulder.

Me: O Chacha-ji! That’s really kind of you… this will be really helpful for Ram! How can I thank you!

Chacha-ji: What thanks? I have not done anything Beti… let me start taking account of his studies and then get the reference books… then you thank me naa…

My eyes were almost filled with tears of joy as Rampal was pressurizing me for tuition for quite some days now but due to dearth of money I was not able to fulfill his desire, but now with my landlord Chacha-ji taking care of that I was much, much relived.

Me: Chacha-ji… I really can see some light now and Rampal would love to get coaching from you… as he likes your company.

Chacha-ji: Yes I also feel that I can be a good teacher for him as I had given tuition previously to the sister duo.

Me: Who? You mean Parvati and Shalini?

Chacha-ji: Yes... aur kaun!

Parvati and Malini were our neighbor’s daughters and were almost of same age as my son. Previously they used to take tuition from Chacha-ji but now they go to a coaching class for tuition.

Me: Okay Chacha-ji… Rampal will be very happy to listen to this!

Chacha-ji got up and put his hand on my head and just nodded expressing through his eyes as if he was with me and that I should not worry. I again thanked him and he went upstairs. In my joyful mood I was not able to realize the dirty plan of my landlord behind this offer and I got completely trapped in that!

Rampal was grownup enough, now reading in Class VIII, and realized when I explained him about the financial constraints and that Chacha-ji willingly agreed to give him guidance and notes. He was also pretty serious and seemed to be extremely happy to be getting tuition from my elderly landlord. Everything was so normal until Chacha-ji hatched his dirty plan. I was simply bowled over by his crooked mind and was exploited like anything under the created circumstances. Not even in my wildest of dreams I could assume that the filthy old man would use the basic relationship of a mother and son to satisfy his perverted mind! Chacha-ji used my natural blind love for my son and made use of me for his visual and physical pleasure!

Chacha-ji was very particular about the timing of teaching and it was the late afternoon time when he taught Rampal. Automatically a very good impression developed in my mind towards Chacha-ji but during that time period my dirty landlord was only preparing ground for his plan to work perfectly. I was obviously too innocent and naïve to realize that. For the first month there was nothing abnormal and things moved on pretty smoth; Chacha-ji coming down from upstairs to teach Rampal and he was also doing his homework regularly. In general there was no disturbance unless baby Harpal cried and I tried my best to minimize the noise such that Rampal’s studies were not disturbed and at times when I was unable to persuade the baby to stop crying I breastfed him. That was one way of keeping the environment quiet for my elder son.

I used to come in the room where Rampal studied with tea and some little snacks for Chacha-ji. I was not able to realize that the elderly man would watch my sari-clad figure in the process of bringing tea for him and would feast his lustful eyes upon my big round swinging ass as I came out of the room. I was most of the time clad in a sari at home but since Chacha-ji gave tuition to Rampal in the evening hours, he could spot me in a salwar-kamiz also because I took my baby for a walk just prior to his arrival to the backside road behind our house; so I had to look somewhat decent.

But the problem was elsewhere – the two salwar-kamiz that I used to wear in the afternoon for going outside were pretty old and stitched before I had gathered fat after the birth of Harpal; hence both dresses fitted rather tightly on my body and now that I was breastfeeding regularly, my breasts had also grown heavier than before being filled with milk all the time. With the chunri on outside my house it was still okay, but as soon as I returned from my walk, almost simultaneously Chacha-ji descended from upstairs to teach Ramplal and I never got the opportunity to change into a sari and had to quickly clean up the room, straighten the divan bedcover, arrange for a chair, etc. and naturally to work fast I dropped my chunri aside.

Though Chacha-ji was a father-like figure to me, I was never comfortable wearing a salwar-kamiz without a chunri in front of him; sari was always a better and comfortable choice for me. As I moved about in the room in front of him I was not able to hide my protruding boobs through my tight kamiz and since I was not in the habit of wearing a bra those days (as I had to frequently breast feed), I was reluctant to buy a new bra, hence wore the old ones which naturally did not fit on my bigger milk-filled tits. I could realize that looked rather indecent and provocative but since it was “Chacha-ji” I did not mind much.

My breasts were always heavy and now with the additional milk in them, they looked fuller, rounder, and heavier, and especially in a tight bra and a tight fitting kamiz. But I had little choice as I had no other decent clothes to go out for a walk. Moreover, Chacha-ji’s order was to give him a cup of hot tea at the start of the tuition, so I did not even get an opportunity to get out of my dress and change into a sari even after the initial cleanup etc., as I had to prepare tea for him. When I served the tea naturally he chatted with me for sometime about the progress of Rampal’s studies etc. and I had to stand right in front of him in that tight fitting dress. Chacha-ji never behaved in an indecent fashion nor did I found him stealing a glance of my oozing boobs through my tight salwar-kamiz. Very soon this became a regular process as he gave tuition to Rampal thrice a week and I found that I was feeling less and less shy and uneasy in front of the elderly man.

But little did I know about his ill intentions - meeting him in that outfit regularly, my fully-developed milk-filled boobs, my plump figure, my pleasant smile – all culminated for the elderly man to be tempted more and more towards me and unknown to me he remained in a state of constant arousal for the entire duration of the tuition! As a month or so had passed, Chacha-ji hatched his plan and used my neighbor Ritika’s son, Jayant, who was in the same class (but in different school) and as per his instruction Jayant started providing my son B-grade filmi magazines, which Rampal would read secretly outside of my knowledge and naturally enjoyed very much. Chacha-ji used to give Jayant and his sister Joyita tuition and later I came to know that he trapped them and blackmailed/exploited them!

Chacha-ji utilized the thirst of these young boys by providing them hot filmi magazines and pornographic books and they were naturally easy preys for him! Jayant was the first one and then was my son! Soon Jayant started increasing the dose for my son and provided him hotter magazines and simple pornographic story books. When Rampal was slowly getting addicted to these books, as per Chacha-ji’s instruction, Jayant started offering him porn books with stories having incest themes like having sex with aunt, father banging his grownup daughter, brother-sister love stories and mother-son themes. Young Rampal’s mind was diverted briskly in the dark alleys of taboo relationships. As Chacha-ji got a clear signal from Jayant that my son was enjoying those stories and demanded more, he was confident that Rampal now could be easily drawn into incest relationship and it was my turn to be trapped.

Then one day as per his plan Jayant gave him some books which had only mother-son hot and alluring incest stories with appealing photographs of elderly naked women and young men having sexual intercourse with them. Chacha-ji very craftily started blackmailing my son when during a tuition session he took them out from Rampal’s bag and scolded him for reading such books and asked him to behave properly or else he would complain to his mother. Poor Rampal was too much frightened and nervous to say anything and was extremely scared. He instantly surrendered to his tuition teacher and Chacha-ji was waiting exactly for this. Seeing Rampal under pressure and fully under his clutches, Chacha-ji kept the book under his custody saying if Rampal disobeyed him in future he would divulge the secret and show those books to his mother.

Next day as per his plan Chacha-ji came and behaved very normally with Rampal as if nothing happened the other day. I gave him tea and he started teaching without discussing anything about his studies. I was a bit surprised as generally everyday he speaks something about Rampal’s progress, his studies, his performance in class etc. I went to the other room to change my salwar-kamiz. Just then I heard a call from Chacha-ji. I had to respond.

Me: Yes Chacha-ji coming.

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I decided to change my salwar-kamiz later and went to the other room.

Seeing me I found Chacha-ji’s face as if lit up! I did not find Rampal in the room.

Me: Ram kaha gaya?

Chacha-ji: I have given him a break and he went to play with Jayant.

I was surprised, naturally.

Me: O... but...

Chacha-ji: Baitho Beti... There’s a reason for that. Sit down first.

I smiled and sat down on the bed in front of Chacha-ji.

Chacha-ji: I have something very important to discuss with you regarding Ram.

Me: What Chacha-ji? If he not studying properly?

Chacha-ji was silent. Naturally I was anxious.

Me: Please tell me Chacha-ji... am getting anxious!

Chacha-ji: Well Ram is studying quite well... I have no problems there... but...

Me: But...???

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... you must promise first that you will not tell Ram anything... not even the slightest bit... if you give me word and trust me... then I can...

I was getting more nervous now. What had my son done?

Me: Chacha-ji... what are you saying? I trust you completely... and in fact I have given charge in one way of Ram to you only!

Chahcha-ji: Yes, right Beti... that’s why I am concerned.

Me: Chacha-ji... please... kya baat hai... mujhe jaldi bataiye naa!

Chacha-ji: Okay, I will share with you and that’s why I sent off Ram... but first you promise to me that you will not talk about this to your son.

I was getting very impatient now.


Me: Promise Chacha-ji... promise!

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Today I have discovered some books from Ram’s bag...

Me: Books? What books Chacha-ji?

Chacha-ji: Yes... am coming to that only! I got some books in his bag and they are... unfortunately dirty books...

Me: Dirty books.... matlab?

The way Chacha-ji had built up the atmosphere honestly I was thinking of some more grave sin committed by my growing son; I was somewhat relieved as I was definitely thinking of something worse than that!

Chacha-ji saying “these...” brought out two-three books from under his shirt and handed over to me.
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I saw all the books had pics of naked matured women on their covers while one book had the pick of a huge dick held by a man in his hand... unknowingly my eyes stuck to that momentarily... it was just too huge... awesome sized lund... I missed out the wicked smile on Chacha-ji’s face and that he was purposely showing that porn to me. And as soon as I saw that picture my face inadvertently turned crimson and I was simply dumbfounded.

Chacha-ji: Beti... it’s not about getting angry with Ram and scold and beat him... you must see the nature of the pron he is reading...

I still was unable to speak a single word. I felt totally blank. I continued to look at the pornographic books.

Chacha-ji: Beti... just see... all the three books depict the same theme... here... (he opened a book) ... all stories are incest type. a-l-l... just see...

The perverted elderly man just kept me involved in conversation and enjoyed thoroughly my timid and shy reactions!

I asked like a fool, “Chacha-ji... incest matlab?”

Chacha-ji: Beti... incest is sex relation among family members which is considered taboo otherwise... like father having sexual relation with grownup daughter, or may be a brother enjoying sex with his sister, or a mother having sex with his son... like that you know.

I was instantly red and dropped my eyes and was cursing myself for asking such a silly and foolish question. I was feeling extremely shy to meet eyes with Chacha-ji now and was searching for words.

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye normal baat hai...

Me: N-o-r-m-al...???

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Chacha-ji: Are Beti yes sab to chalta rehta hai... but the info does not flash in public... that’s why you or me are not aware...

Me: May be... (I really did not want to extend my discussion at all on such a topic with this elderly man) Par Chacha-ji... I simply cannot believe that Ram reads such dirty books! It is impossible! He is always under my supervision!

Chacha-ji: Beti, if you close your eyes and say the sun will not set... does that happen? The sun sets in its own course even if you keep your eyes shut. Same is the case here. Tum maano ya na maano.... sachhai to yehi hai ke Ram yeh ashleel books padhne laga hai.

I could realize that Chacha-ji was correct, but my motherly love for my son was trying to blind me.

Chacha-ji: And for your information... if there are 10 stories in these books, 8 stories are based on mother-son love and sex... so still if you want to close your eyes and think your son is on the right track... you can. My responsibility was to make you aware... now it’s your call.

Me: Chacha-ji... I can understand what you are telling... but Ram... our Ram...(I was almost on the verge of weeping)

Chacha-ji: Beti... be calm and composed first! Don’t get emotional unnecessarily. You have to admit that Ram has grown up... he is almost 15 years of age and you cannot stop him from his curiousness about female body and knowing about sex at this growing age. Can you?

I just nodded negatively.

Chacha-ji: In this age he will be attracted towards girls... that’s but natural...and his keenness would lead him to look inside clothes of women... you cannot stop that. Can you?

Chacha-ji’s words indeed helped me to understand the practical situation though it was extremely hard for me to believe on it. Rampal was my son.... but still I had to accept my son’s adolescence keenness.

Chacha-ji: Again I repeat Beti... he is studying very attentively... but at the same time his age is drawing him into these books... its no fault of him... you must not react to it. Are you getting me?

I gathered all my strength and meakly replied “yes”.

Chacha-ji: Like the chapters of his school books, the pictures of unclothed women and sex stories in these books also exert a pull on him. If you scold, rebuke and beat him for this... he will do it more and will try to hide more from you... and that’s where things can go wrong... isn’t it Beti?

Me: Hmm...

Chacha-ji: In trying to conceal and bury things, he can land up in a mess and darker alleys. So instead of scolding him or crying for what has happened to my son... be sensible and HELP him Beti!

Chacha-ji’s calm words and explanations was giving me courage to fight with the situation.

Me: Yes Chacha-ji... I can understand... what should I do now?

Chacha-ji: Before that... its important to know how far Rampal has progressed... is his feelings limited to the pictures and stories or he is trying means to take a step ahead?

I did not fully understand what Chacha-ji meant; so I looked at his face questionably. Chacha-ji probably read my facial expression.

Chacha-ji: Beti, what I mean is... is Ram only confined to the books or his mind is pressing him for more... Do you remember that news Beti? ...last month ka hi to baat hai... there was a raid in a house where prostitution was going on and two school girls and boys were found... remember?

My heart almost skipped a beat. My hands got cold and my eyes widened in shock.

Me: Y-e-s... y-e-s... Chahch-ji!

Chacha-ji: So as a mother if you just close your mind and say my son can’t read these dirty books... you might well end up going to the security officer custody to release your son!

This one sentence was enough and I was so frightened and nervous that I just completely surrendered to my elderly landlord. I stopped using my brain completely and got trapped – just what the perverted man had planned!

Chacha-ji: There has to be a start to that security officer raid also... and today if you ignore this...

Me: I can understand Chacha-ji... I can....Uff! I can’t even think of this! Please tell me Chacha-ji what I need to do.... I want to save my son... that’s all!

Chacha-ji probably within himself said “good”, but in front of me said something else.

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... first you need to answer some of my questions... the replies that you give will lead us to Rampal’s status... is he in the simple curiosity level or he has inroads into the unthinkable area and looking for female bodies.

Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa nehi hoga... Hey bhagwan!

Chacha-ji: Beti, I told you to be calm... I also think he is in the superficial level of just reading these books, but we have to be sure, isn’t it?

Me: Ji Chacha-ji...

Chacha-ji: I apologize at the very beginning Beti... because the questions that I will ask will make you uncomfortable... I know... but for your son’s sake you have to tell me nothing but the truth!

I nodded with a very anxious and worrisome face and mind. .

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Chacha-ji: Beti... though I spend a significant time with Ram... but still not all the time as you know I have remain upstairs for my son... what I want to know is... does he get physical with you?

I was listening very attentively to Chacha-ji, but the last 4-5 words were a shocker to me and I reacted very spontaneously almost with a yell.

Me: W-h-a-t???

Chach-ji laughed out loud.

Chacha-ji: Aree...com’ on Beti! Getting physical does not only mean a man riding a woman! Ha ha ha...

Chacha-ji’s loud open laugh helped reduce the tension in me and I also blushed and giggled as he was still laughing loud.

Chacha-ji: Are Beti... what I meant was... does Ram frequently try to touch you? ...you know... to get close to your body... I mean... did you ever feel that way?

Honestly I never ever felt like that about my son. I never thought like that at all!

Me: No... never Chacha-ji.

Chacha-ji: Beti... I probably have not thought that way I guesss...

Me: Exactly! How can I think of such dishonesty and murky things about my Ram!

Chacha-ji: Right Beti... you don’t have to think that way... you just tell me how often does he get close to you... what are the times... as you can see he is no longer a child... I think I will be able to gather the required information from your narration.

Me: Umm... Uss hisab se... I mean Chachai-ji...... haan... wo to hamesha hi mujhse chipakta rehta hai... jaise if I am late in serving food... he hugs me and requests for it... ya fir... I mean... before leaving for school he gives me a hug and kisses me... matlab ye sab to bilkul hi normal bat hai Chacha-ji!

Chacha-ji: Beti... samjha karo... ye sab ab utni bhi ‘normal’ baat nehi rahi... (he paused just a little) ...as you can see also... the books that Ram reads... here the love which you are saying ‘normal’ is no longer normal... isn’t it?

Saying that Chacha-ji opened some specific pages where some vulgar pictures were there and automatically my ears started to turn red and hot. I breathed heavy seeing intimate male and female pictures right in front on my eyes. I could feel my nipples abruptly rising inside my bra under my kamiz and I naturally started feeling very uncomfortable especially in Chach-ji’s presence because my heavy pair of mammaries were going up and down inside my tight dress and involuntarily my legs also parted just a shade advertising my blood rush. I quickly tried to cover my rotund plump thighs with the hem of my kamiz. I sighed deeply and looked down (obvioulsy not inside the open book) and tried my best to conceal my elated condition in front of my elderly landlord.

Since I was not looking at Chacha-ji's eyes, I was not aware that he was thoroughly enjoying my 'condition' and was ogling at my heavy conical 34-sized boobs moving up and down with my each breath. Since I was wearing an old bra and my tits recently had become heavier due to milk production in them, my bra started to strain on the contours of my fleshy mammaries and I had to adjust a little to feel comfortable. I just shrugged and jiggled my heavy milk jugs to ease out and that sight must have been a delight to the perverted man!

Not knowing what to reply I replied in the most foolish manner!

Me: Ji... par Ram to mujhe gaal pe kiss karta hai... how can you say that...

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Ram ab bada ho raha hai... dheere dheere woh tumhe alag nazaro se dekhne lagega... Who knows after reading these books.. woh tumhe maa kam aur aurat zyada dekhta ho! Ye mat bhoolo Beti ke tum hassen aur jawan ho!

I was simply dumbfounded and so shocked at Chacha-ji’s bold words that I just sat with my eyes wide open and lips parted in disbelief. As soon as my eyes met Chacha-ji’s I lowered my eyes in womanly shame.

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Chacha-ji probably thoroughly enjoyed my uneasiness and began questioning quite openly more intimate and personal things. He probably purposefully kept the dirty porn book open with the picture of the son grabbing his mom’s breasts and sucking them, which naturally kept my breathing heavy. My perverted landlord was getting more and more shameless and making my life extremely difficult in front of him.

Chacha-ji: Beti... is mei sharmane ki kya baat hai? You do not look like a mother of two kids, rather looks young and pretty – you cannot blame your son for that... can you?

I was naturally not able to meet Chacha-ji’s eyes and obviously was shy as well as a bit flattered by Chacha-ji’s comment. I did not know how to react! Should I feel happy and proud that I did not look like a mother of two kids?

Me: Err... no Chacha-ji... umm... I mean...

Chacha-ji: I know what you mean Beti... Ram tumhe gaal par kiss karta hai aur you think thats purely innocent... hai na?

Me: Ji... ji...

Chacha-ji: But you never know Beti... till some moments ago you did not know that Ram reads these books... similarly if he is kissing your cheeks with a dirty mind or from innocent love... you can’t be sure naa!

I had to nod affirmatively because what he was saying made sense. And this time getting the nod his query became more direct and indicative!

Chacha-ji: Then lets dig in more to know the truth Beti... Umm... achha ye batao ke woh tumhe aage se chipakta hai ya peechhe se?

Me: Kya matlab?

Chacha-ji: You told me naa ke when if you get late in serving food, Ram hugs you and requests for it...

Me: Oho... ha ha... err... par I mean... (I was thoroughly embarrassed) Chacha-ji... is ka koi rule... err... I mean... waise jyadater toh wo peeche se hi chipakta hai per kabhi kabhi samne se bhi...

Chacha-ji: Achha jab Ram samne se tumhe chipakta hai... tab kabhi tumhare mamme err.... I mean breasts... ko wo chhoone ki koshish karta hai?
I naturally felt extremely bashful to such a question and remained quiet.

Chacha-ji: Beti... sharmao mat... I am only trying to find an appropriate solution to the problem we have at hand... so if you do not cooperate... your son will slowly drown in deep dirty waters Beti... so help me... please!

I tried my best to control my emotion and nervousness and casted off my shyness and looked up at him.

Me: Ji Chacha-ji... I can understand.

Chacha-ji: Good... now tell me when Ram hugs you from the front... does he attempt to touch your breasts?

Naturally I had to gather all my mental strength to reply to such personal questions.

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Me: Nehi Chacha-ji... aisi koi deliberate koshish to mujhe nahi lagta hai ki wo karta hai... (I nodded my head negatively) ...par kabhi anjaane mein usne mere mam... err... I mean... mere breasts choo bhi liya hoga to maine... (I inverted my lips) err... maine notice nahi kiya.

Chacha-ji thought for a while, looked down at the open book where the picture of a plump woman’s naked breasts advertised vividly, and then nodded his head.

Chacha-ji: Par Beti... now that you know that Ram is pretty much adult... I mean in his mind... you have to be mindful... So, next time jab who front side se tumhare badan se chipke to dhyan dena wo jarur tumhare mamme ko chhoone ki koshish karta hoga.

I was not that shameless to maintain eye contact with Chacha-hi while conversing these things. I looked down.

Me: Thik hai... main dhyan rakhoongi.

I was myself surprised that how easily I was chatting with my elderly landlord about such “personal and intimate” topics”. The porn book was still open on Chacha-ji’s lap and I wondered if he already had a hard-on inside his pajama talking like that to me! Chacha-ji must have noticed that I was not at all mindful of his foul and direct language and my shyness was drying off the more I conversed on that topic! And this must have pleased and encouraged the perverted man to go further.

Chacha-ji: Aur ek baat Beti... since we are discussing this in detail... I just want to make you aware of Ram’s another intent which is natural for his growing age.

Me: Wo kya Chacha-ji? .

Chacha-ji: Beti tumhe ye bhi notice karna hai ke jab Ram peechhe se tumse chipaka hai, to kya woh apni rod tumhare pichhwade se lagata hai ki nahi....you know...

I was simply shocked and speechless listening to that especially the very normal and calm way Chacha-ji shared that to me! My lips parted portraying my exclaimed state and immediately my eyes dropped and my ears turned red hot, again. I was feeling extremely embarrassed to such direct foul language and started breathing heavily. Whilst I tried to recover from what he said, I missed out Chacha-ji’ face... which depicted an unashamed animal hidden inside him and the amount of perverted pleasure he was extracting using such vulgar and direct words to me describing my anatomy!

Chacha-ji closed the book and to my utter disbelief I noticed a tent-like structure inside his pajama illustrating his erect penis! As I searched for a reply I noted that he very openly scratched and caressed his hardened cock inside his pajama! Seeing no protest and objection from my end regarding his obscene language, Chacha-ji went a degree higher!

Chacha-ji (opening the porn book again): Dekho Beti... ye photo dekho! Is mei ek ladka apni jawan mom ko chod raha hai...

He brought forward that picture right in front of my eyes and even though I did not want to look at it, but inadvertently my eyes followed the picture and I kept staring at that obscene pic. In fact I was not able to nullify my elated state nor could I forget Chacha-ji’s stimulated condition which he could not hide and got portrayed through his erect cock inside his dress.

The fact remained that I was out of any physical contact with my husband for the last two months, in fact the time when the problem started in his factory we were not having conjugal life. Later when he started drinking also, there was no question of getting close to him, but unknowingly my body had the thirst in a hidden state which I could easily realize today when Chacha-ji entwined me in this lewd chat session.

Chacha-ji again adjusted his upright cock inside his pajama with his left hand... that too directly in front of me as he himself was must be quite aroused with this conversation. I had to try to get out of this because I was quite nervous now where this conversation would lead me to!

Me: Err... Chacha-ji... ab humein kya karna chahiye?

Chacha-ji: Kuch nahi! We must not do anything that raises suspicion in Ram and he starts doing things differently... you know... that’s the last thing you would want as a mother... isn’t it?

Me: Ji...

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Chacha-ji: I think you be normal... just as a normal routine... you just check his bag... take out the tiffin box, etc. so that Ram feels that you are attentive towards your son and he then will not keep these dirty books in his school bag.

Me: Par Chacha-ji... agar bag mein nahin rakhhi to aur kahi rakhega... ye solution to nahi hua naa?

Chacha-ji: Beti... kya tum us-he jawan hone se rok sakti ho?

I smiled and nodded my head negatively.

Chacha-ji: So, you just do as I say... its not right to keep these books in school bag... any day he might get caught with someone else other than me or you... so you should check his bag regularly.

Me: Okay Chacha-ji.

Chacha-ji: You know Beti... mujhe to lagta hai...reading these books and seeing these pictures.... usne muth maarna bhi shuru kar diya hoga.

Me: Muth marna? Matlab?

Chacha-ji: I mean masturbation... which is just natural you know for a 14-15 year old lad!

Me: Oh!

I was really shocked in my mind seeing my behavior! The way I was getting shameless in discussing obscene things with Chacha-ji so normally as if we were discussing today’s weather! I was myself amazed at my boldness and brazenness.

Me: But will his heath not get affected with this?

Chacha-ji: Nehi Beti... ye sab normal hai uske umar ke liye... bus tum us-he jyada akeyla mat chodna.... keep him engaged with you... that will keep him happy and diverted.

I thought this was the best point to put an end to the conversation and I got up.

Me: Theek hai Chacha-ji... thank you very much.

Chacha-ji: Are thanks ki kya baat hai... ye to mera farz tha! .

Though I got up, the perverted man did not seem to be in any mood to stop this topic at that moment!

Chacha-ji: Beti... ek baat tumhe yaad rakhna padhega if you want to save your son...

Me: Wo kya?

Chacha-ji: Since Ram has no sister... ghar mein kewal tum hi ek aurat ho... aur tum beshak hassen aur jawan bhi ho... iss liye Ram sirf tumhare baare mein hi sochta hai... aur ye negative nehi hai... pooch kiyu?

Me: Kyon?

I could not deny the fact that I was also unable to take out myself off this chat as my son was involved!

Chacha-ji: Kiyu ki agar wo dusri kisi ladki ke bare mei sochta... he would have gone for her and would try to get closer to her naa... Dekho Beti... apna Ram Jayant ke ghar mei kafi time bitata hai...

Me: Thik...

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Chacha-ji: To uske samne Jayant ke mummy ke figure bhi hai... don’t take it otherwise Beti... I am just trying to explain to you what the young boy’s options are...

Me: Ji... ji... main samajh rahi hoon.

Chacha-ji: Aur as you know also... Jayant ke mummy ghar mei kya pehenti hai...

As I had gone to Jayant’s house quite a few times searching for Ram and had noticed his mother wearing sleeveless nighties in daytime; probably Chacha-ji also had seen that.

Chacha-ji: At his age... Ram could have been easily attracted by that... right Beti?

I nodded.

Chacha-ji: Moreover, Jayant’s sister, Joyita... she has quite a developed body for her age...

Chacha-ji purposefully paused.

Me: True.

Chacha-ji: Ram could have gotten attracted to her also... Joyita to hamesha chote skirt pehen ke ghoomti rehti hai... you have also seen... quite natural ki ghar mei wo aur bhi chote kapde pehete ho... and Ram’s age is just right to get engrossed to that...

Chacha-ji again paused just to give me the time to drive my mind into his dirty direction.

Chacha-ji: Tell me Beti... am I saying anything out of the world or absurd... can it not happen?

Me: Bilkul Chacha-ji! Aap sahi bol rahe ho!

Chacha-ji: Aur is-se cheez aur bhi bura hota and things would not have been in your hand! Shukar karo Beti ke Ram has an affinity for incest mom-son stories... so things are still in your hands, otherwise he could have been in the clutches of another woman!

Me: True...true... Uff! Am glad that has not happened...

Chacha-ji: Iss liye Beti... you must not leave Ram alone for long periods at home.... in fact if you remain angry for his act or stay aloof since he wants to touch you inappropriately... Ram might land up going to another woman!

Me (almost instantenoulsy): No, no... I will not allow that to happen Chacha-ji! No way...

Chacha-ji smiled and looked at my eyes – he was successful in riveting his idea in my mind!

Me: Par Chacha-ji.... ek baat... agar mai maan bhi leta hoon ke Ram mujhe touch karne ki kosish karta hai... kya aapko nehi lagta ke Ram ye galat kar raha hai?

Chacha-ji: Sawal galat ya sahi ki nahi hai Beti... Iss umar mein padhai ke sath sath opposite sex ke liye aisa attraction hona bahut hi aam baat hai... Aur ye mat bhulo Ram ke samne aurat ke roop mei tum ho...

Chacha-ji smiled and for the first time he looked directly at my fully developed breasts and I blushed heavily.

Chacha-ji: Even after Harpal’s birth... tumhari figure akarshak hai... ye gora badan... bade bade mamme... bhari gaand, mote jung... isse dekhker to
rishi-muni ke bhi khade ho jaayenge... Ram to sirf ek naya-naya jawan hota hua ladka hai!

Chacha-ji seemed to be crossing all limits and I continued to blush and breathe heavily! Due to my heavy breathing and erect standing nipples, I was feeling very uncomfortable now with my heavy tits straining against my tight bra cups inside my dress.

Chacha-ji: Beti sharmao mat! You should be proud of your figure... because your vital statistics helped your son to remain addicted to you and not to outside women. Sahi ya galat?

I giggled and remained silent. I was shying like a new bride but in my inside I was feeling contended and flattered by my landlord’s praising words!

Me (almost in a whispering tone): Chacha-ji... ab iss baat ko yahi khatam karte hai...

Chacha-ji on the other hand was in no mood to let this super opportunity slip from his hands so easily; hence he kept on continuing the topic!

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... iss baat ko hum yun hi nahi khatam kar sakte... iss-se pehle ke tumhara Ram poori tarah tumhari se haath nikal jaaye, us-se pehle hume usko sudharna hoga. And for that I need your full cooperation.

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I was feeling extremely uneasy now as I was feeling my heaving milk-filled mammaries straining on my bra cups due to my exhilarated state and I was feeling slight pain with my hard swollen nipples pushing on my cups. I realized that I must strip my bra to feel easy and comfortable.

As I did not respond to Chacha-ji, he probably got impatient and annoyed.

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... aj ye jo tumhare saath maine khullam-khulla baat-chit ki wo sirf Ram ke liye! Agar tumhe ye nahi pasand hai to mai iss baat ko yahin khatam karta hun... par baad me tumhe pachhtana padega jab tumhara beta kisi randibazar mein security officer raid mei pakda jayega tab tum sochna ki pehle kyun nahi sudhara usko!

I could not remain silent any more as Chacha-ji was misunderstanding me.

Me: Arre Chacha-ji aap to naraz ho gaye! I am err... I mean... Chacha-ji...I am feeling a little embarrassed... aap ke samne khullam khulla ye baat-chit... I hope you can understand..... but please try to reform my son...i will fully cooperate with you...

Chacha-ji (smiling): That’s like a sensible mother!

He smiled and nodded and I was much relieved. But immediately he made me embarrassed as his left hand openly started his dick inside his pajama again! It was so odd for me to stare at a grownup man fine tuning his dick position inside his pajama, but honestly I was unable to look elsewhere as I could figure out Chacha-ji’s rod standing erect making his pajama stretch like a tent! I clenched my lips and tried to remain normal. My breathing automatically went heavy and my big round boobs were moving up and down a shade faster now. Undoubtedly and unquestionably the elderly man was stimulated by this intimate and direct chatting with me.

Chacha-ji: Beti... if we work together things will be under control, but if you get angry and irritated by your son’s behavior, you will ultimately lose your son to another woman... or who knows?? (he shrugged) ... you may ultimately lose your son to even a prostitute!

I almost exclaimed, naturally, but Chacha-ji was cool as cucumber!

Chacha-ji: Beti... since I do not want to hide anything from you... I just elaborated... that’s the worst scenario that can happen to your son... the curiosity of this age is such... and if we try to curb that in any way.

Me: No, no... please Chacha-ji... mujhe daraiye mat! Ram ka bhala jis mei ho... ap wohi raasta dikhaye...

The perverted man by that time was very successfully able to inject the fear in me about my son going to another woman and to protect him I could travel any limit!

Me: Ram ko rokna hi hoga...mai apke har baat manungi!

Chacha-ji: Ab ek samajhdar maa bol rahi hai! Tum fikar mat karo Beti...

He paused a little and probably wanted to see my releived face.

Chacha-ji: Mai Ram ko kisi bhi halat mei bigadne nehi doonga... I promise Beti...par uska utsookta ko hume nivaran karna hoga... aur iss mei tumhe ek pramukh bhumika lena hoga... are you getting me?

Me: Ji... ji Chacha-ji. Main poori kosish karungi.

Chacha-ji: That’s the determination Beti... I am sure you will act like a perfect mother and will help your son to overcome this adolescence crisis.

Chacha-ji boosted me with confidence simultaneously creating his pathway to exploit me to the hilt and I foolishly (and unknowingly too) was surrendering to him.

Chacha-ji: ...but Beti... I need to know some more info from you which would enable me to identify the exact state of Ram’s mind towards feminine affinity.

The way Chacha-ji was guiding this chat made me fully convinced that ‘he’ and only ‘he’ could save my son from going into the dark alleys.

Chacha-ji: Beti... pehle mujhe ye janna hai ke... tum Ram ke samne kya pehenti ho?

I was naturally a bit surprised at this silly question because Chacha-ji knows very well that I always wear sari at home.

Me: Sari... aur kya? Aap to roz mujhe dekhte hain...

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Chacha-ji: Beti... you must change the mindset now that you know Ram has grown up!

Me: Mai samjha nehi!

Chacha-ji: Mai ya tumhare pati ya koi dusra mard ke samne tum kya pehen rahi ho ab wo mehentwopurn nehi raha... Ram ke samne tum kaise pesh aati ho ye sab-se mehetwopurn hai!

Me: Achha... achha...

I nodded like an obedient student.

Chacha-ji: Din mei to tum sari pehenti ho... ye to main bhi janta hoon... par raat mei kis dress mein tum rehti ho? Ram to uss time mei bhi tumhe dekhta hai naa...

Chacha-ji had plotted things in such a way that I had to be extremely shameless to describe my every personal detail to him! I was silent for a moment trying to gather strength to reply to such a question.

Chacha-ji again attempted boldly to drag me into sharing my private things.

Chacha-ji: Batao Beti... sote waqt to tum sari nehi pehenti hogi... kya pehenti ho?

I had to reply and I replied timidly in a low whispering tone.

Me: Nehi... err... I mean Chacha-ji... raat ko mai nighty peheti hoon.

As I replied Chacha-ji seemed to be bolder and was crossing all limits!

Chacha-ji: What sort? Sleeveless or with sleeves, transparent ya... you must tell me completely and then only I can see you through your son’s eyes!

Me: Haa thodi...

Chacha-ji: Kya thodi?

Me: Err... I mean... err... nighty thodi transparent to hai (I blushed and was naturally embarrassed) ... actually I never thought about it like this Chacha-ji...

Chacha-ji: Wo mai samajh sakta hoon Beti... aur raat ke time mei to har shadishuda aurat aise hi kapde pehenti hai.... iss me sharmane wali koi baat to nehi hai!

I expectedly felt better getting Chacha-ji’s approval to such dresses.

Chacha-ji: Par Beti yaha pe aur ek baat mehetwopurn hai... kyo ki tumhare ghar mei ek jawan bêta hai...

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He looked at me but I was not able to meet his eyes. My breathing was heavier and my coconut like tits were straining against my tight kamiz.

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... mai tumse umar mei bahut bada hoon.... tumhare pita saman...

He deliberately paused and I replied... “Ji”.

Chacha-ji: Mere samne jawab dete huye sharmao mat Beti... aur ye yaad rakho ke hum dono ye baat-chit jo kar rahe hai... wo sirf Ram ke liye!

These comfort words indeed made me free enough to reply to such indecent questions. I definitely felt better and was convinced that Chacha-ji had no foul ideas in his mind and was only investigating for my son’s benefit.

Me: Ji Chacha-ji... thik hai...

Chacha-ji: Ha... jo mai keh raha tha... kyo ki tumhare ghar mei ek jawan bêta hai aur wo ye sab asleel sahitwa padhne bhi laga hai... to ye jan-na zaruri ho jata hai ke... raat ko tum kya sirf nighty-hi peheti ho ya nighty ke neeche bhi kuch pehenti ho?

Me: Nighty ke niche?

I almost replied involuntarily and immediately realized that Chacha-ji was talking about my inner.

Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... I mean... koi undergarment... bra ya panty nehi pehenti ho kya?

I was simply bowled over and my face was naturally all red to answer this query of my 50+ landlord! But his prior comforting words helped me to get more shameless and reply boldly to even to his query!

Me: Ha... err... I mean... pehenti thi Chacha-ji... par abhi to Harpal ko ghadi ghadi doodh pilana padta hai... iss liye mai... err... umm... bra nehi pehenti hoon Chacha-ji...

My perverted landlord as if instantly understood my problem and supported my shamelessness of not wearing a bra under my nighty at night!

Chacha-ji: Arre ye to tum uchit kam hi karti ho... kitni baar bra khologi aur doodh pilaogi bachhe ko!

Me: Ji... iss liye hi...

Chacha-ji: Aur niche? Mera matlab panty-wanty kuch?

Me: Ha ha... panty rehta hai...

I instantly replied to my landlord as if I was answering to some GK question!

Chacha-ji: Achha... to iska matlab ye hua ke lagbhag roz raat ko tum nighty pehen ke rehti ho... jo thodi transparent hai... aur nightly ke niche sirf panty pehenti ho... aur iss avastha me tum ghar ke kaam bhi karti hogi... right?

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Me: Ji Chacha-ji... ap to jante hai kitna kaam rehta hai... bistar taiyar karna.... khana serve karna... bartan uthana... aur dusre sab kaaam bhi to hai!

Chacha-ji: Hmm... matlab raat ke time me jab tum ghar mei kaam karti ho to Ram beshak tumhari mamme dekh sakta hai?

I honestly had never thought from that angle! It was just natural for me to wear something loose and comfortable at day-end before going to sleep. No outsider was coming at that time and I was only with my son and husband; so I never thought to be too careful about my dressing. But listening to Chacha-ji’s point... frankly I was unable to defy it completely.

Chacha-ji: You only said that the nighty that you wear is somewhat transparent and you do not wear a bra inside... so can I not assume that your son ogles at your free, pendulous breasts inside your dress when you serve food or prepares bed in front of him?

I could well realize what Chacha-ji meant, but I never thought that my Ram was now ‘growing up’!

Me: Nehi Chacha-ji... aapki baat kuch haad tak to sahi hai... par hum-ne kabhi is tarah se socha nahi tha... is taraf kabhi dhyan hi nahi diya!

Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... quite natural... this is one part... ab dusra part...

Me: Wo kya Chacha-ji?

Chacha-ji: Wo ye hai ke jab tumhare pati ke paas kaam tha... matlab do mahine pehle.... tab ghar mei mahol kaisa tha?

Me: Mai samjhi nehi Chacha-ji...

Chacha-ji: Beti... mai ye pooch raha hoon... ke tab kya tumhare pati Ram ke samne tumhare saath kuchh karte the... i mean... (lowering his voice) kiss wagerah?

My face was red instantly, but my landlord was too good for me to be able to avoid his dirty questions.

Chacha-ji: Are pati-patni ke relation mei nikat-ta nehi hogi to kisme hogi? Tum to bebajah sharma gayi! Are tumhare pati ghar me tumhe bahon mei leke nehi chumega to kya pados ke Mehta ke biwi to chumega? Batao... batao!

He was smiling and I also shyly giggled.

Chacha-ji: Arre has rahi hai... jawab to do!

Me: Kya?

Chacha-ji: Arre Ram ke samne kabhi tum dono close nehi hote the kya?

Me: O!.... Ji...ji... ek-adhbar to jarur hote the...

Chacha-ji just kept throwing questions to me just like a doctor and I had to reply to each one revealing all my personal secrets. Chacha-ji visibly was enjoying all that to the hilt!

Chacha-ji: Matlab Vinay (my husband’s name was Vinay) kissed you in front of your son?

I nodded shyly.

Chacha-ji: Aur kya wo Ram ke samne tumhare sath daba-dabi bhi karte the?

Me: ‘Daba-dabi’... matlab?

Chacha-ji (leaning towards me): Matlab... Vinay kabhi tumhari doodh bete ke samne nehi dabaya?

I felt like dying listening to such dirty questions and naturally was unable to answer, but Chacha-ji continued to extract pleasure out of that question session.

Chacha-ji: Are doodh nehi to zarorr tumhare gaand wagerah to dabaya hoga Vinay?

Instead of slapping the old perverted man for such dirty questions, I still was continuing to answer him with a red blushed face and in a sexy whispering tone!

Me: Err... Chacha-ji.... umm... Jyadatar nehi... par ek-adh bar ho jata tha... par Vinay iss ko halka kar dete the Ram ke liye....

Chacha-ji: Halka?? Kaise? Mai samjha nehi...

Chacha-ji behaved most innocently and I elaborated things most foolishly!

Me: Matlab Vinay usse bhi thoda involve kar leta tha....

Chacha-ji: Matlab? Tum thoda details mei batao kaise hota tha... if I do not know the exact scene how would I know how much Ram has seen and how much is in darkness for him?

Me: Ji... ji...

Chacha-ji: Maan lo Beti... ke Ram padhai kar raha hai ghar mei aur Harpal neend mei hai... tum kuch kaam kar rahi ho usi room mei aur Vinay aata hai...


Me: Haan... lekin Chacha-ji... ye kam se kam teen-char mahine pehle ki baat hogi...

Chacha-ji: Han han... thik hai... mai janta hoon ke uss time mei hi Vinay ke factory mei problem start hua tha.

Me: Ji...

Chacha-ji: Beti... agar sirf ek hi din tum Ram ke samne Vinay ke kareeb ayi ho wo bhi uske liye bahut mehetwoprun hai... samjho baat ko! Consider his age... consider what he is reading in these books... consider the pictorials he is seeing here....

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Me: Ji... ji... I understand.

I noticed that his right hand was holding the pornographic book while his left hand was just under the book on his lap, probably holding and massaging his manhood! I naturally felt very awkward at his behavior. I had never seen him do this sort of a lewd act prior in front of me!

Chacha-ji: Batao Beti...

Me: Ji... ek-adh din aise hota tha ke Vinay kam se jaldi laut-ta tha aur jab ghar mei Ram ke hote huye wo mere kareeb ata tha.

Chacha-ji: Hmm... fir?

Me: Vinay mujhe pakad leta tha aur gale lagata tha... lekin wo bhi khel-khel mei Raa se baat karte huye... err... I mean... bilkul normally...

Chacha-ji: Normally hi sahi... lekin kitna karib hota tha Vinay? Ram kitna kuch dekha hai... wohi mai janna chata hoon!

As I described my intimate acts with my husband to Chacha-ji, I could sense my lips drying up; in fact I had never discussed this sort of things a male! We females do discuss these things but not so vividly of course! But for the sake of my son, I had to do it. The most embarrassing part was I had feeling the ‘natural female itch’ inside my panty also! Chacha-ji had drafted and guided the chat session in such a slow, lewd way that my body also had started to respond to it!

Me: Karib matlab... err....Vinay mujhe gale laga leta tha... aur... aur ghanisthata se mera sharir sparsh karta tha... aise hi... mera matlab... zyada kuch nehi...

Chacha-ji: Zyada kuch nehi matlab? Tum kya chahti thi ke Vinay tumhare bête ke samne hi tumhe pakad ke chodd de? Ha ha ha...

I was shocked to the extreme listening to the word “chodd” in Chacha-ji’s mouth, but I could not even object as I had myself allowed him to create such an environment where he could easily chat with me using dirty and physical terms! My whole face was red as a rose and my ears were emitting heat. My twin mammaries were going up and down faster and were straining my bra more inside my kamiz, which made me utterly uncomfortable.

Chacha-ji probably realized that he had gone too far verbally.

Chacha-ji: Sorry Beti for my labguage... par tum aise boli ke... Anyway, let us not deviate unnecessarily and be focussed on the topic.

He paused just to give me the required amount of time to get back my composure.

Chacha-ji: Vinay kya sirf tumhe gale lagata tha? ...ya phir chumta bhi tha?

Me (almost whispering): Ji... chumta bhi tha...

Chacha-ji: Hmm... iska matlab Ram kareeb se dekhta tha ke Vinay tumhe gale lagake chum raha hai?

I just nodded. I was still feeling so much ashamed.

Chacha-ji: Ab dekho ek mard jab apni biwi ke hoth chumta hai to...

Me (I immediately objected): Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... Ram ke samne Vinay kabhi mere hoth nehi chume...

Chacha-ji: Oh! ...to fir kya chumta tha?

Me: Mere... matlab... mere gaal wagera...

Chacha-ji: Strange! Sirf gaal chumke Vinay tumhe chod deta tha?

Me: Nehi... matlab... Haa... err...

I was almost stammering as I was really feeling very much ashamed and awkward to describe my intimate moments in front of him, but Chacha-ji was smart enough to read through my mental state.

Chacha-ji: Arre ye kya? Tum to nayi naveli dulhan ke jaise sharma rahi ho Beti! Mujhe galat mat samajh na... ye sab baat jan-ke mera koi munafa nehi hone wala...

He seemed to be a real expert who could read and understand a conservative housewife’s mind and knew exactly how and when to open her up most shamelessly!

Chacha-ji: Par ye zaroor hai Beti... ke agar tum bina sharmaye sari baat mujhe bologi to Ram ke mansik sthiti mai jaan sakunga aur usse ek sahi disha de sakte hain.

These words were enough to give me the confidence to speak out and elaborate on how my husband loved me during my hay days!

Me: Ji... ji Chacha-ji... main samajh sakti hoon...

Chacha-ji: To fir thik se batao Beti...Vinay tumhe Ram ke samne gale lagake kya kya karta tha?

Me: Ji... Mai... mera matlab... mujhe bahon mei leke... mere gaal chumta tha... aur... aur mere gardan bhi chumta tha... aur idhar udhar mere sharir dabata tha... jaise hota hai... bas!

Though I tried to put a period to my erotic description, but Chacha-ji was probably thirsty for more!

Chacha-ji: Idhar-udhar matbal? Khule taur par tumhare mamme dabata tha? Ram ki samne?

Me: Nehi... mera matlab... haa... par khule taur par nehi Chacha-ji... mera matlab... mai ghoom jati thi...

Chacha-ji: Acchha... achha... jaise hi Vinay tumhare doodh choone ki kosis karta tha.. to tum ghoom jati thi.... tak-i Ram dekh nehi paye?

Me: Ji...

Chacha-ji: Par Beti.... isse kya tum Ram ko puri tarah dekhne se rok pati thi??? I doubt... kyu ki jab Vinay horny hota tha... tabhi tumhe wo gale lagata tha... right?

Me: Ji bilkul... roz nehi...

Chacha-ji: Thik... aur ye to sabhi jante hai ke jab ek mard komottejit hota hai... wo kya sirf tumhare gaal chumke aur doodh nichod ke ruk jata tha? Kya wo tumhare gaand nehi dabata tha?

I realized Chacha-ji wanted every detail which I realized must be necessary to assess my son’s mental condition. And it was also true when my husband hugged and kissed me, he even talked to my son, but simultaneously squeezed my fleshy buttocks over my nighty or sari.

Me: Ji... waha bhi dabata tha.

Chacha-ji: Par Beti... abhi tum boli ke tum ghoom jati thi...

Me: Ji ha Chacha-ji... taki Ram err... khule taur par dekh nehi paye...

Chacha-ji: Par agar tumhare pichwada Ram ki taraf hogi.... to wo to khule aam tumhari gaand dabana dekh pata hoga!

I was just like a statue. I could not move for a few seconds with my mouth wide open and about to exclaim as I had never thought from that angle!

Me: Maine to uss hisab se...

Chacha-ji: Hmm... aur tum jo baat ko halka karne ki baat kar rahi thi... wo kya?

Me: Ha Chacha-ji... ye sab karte karte Vinay to Ram se has has ke baat bhi karta tha... aur Ram bhi to hasta tha aur jawab deta tha...

Cahcha-ji: That’s why you never felt it was abnormal and Ram was also taking it very naturally and not eyeing what you two were doing.

Me: Ji bilkul!

Chacha-ji: Par Beti tumhe samajh jana chahiye tha ke ye sab jo pehle normal tha ab Ram ke liye excitement ka cheez ho gaya hai!

Me: Main samajh nehi payi Chacha-ji... Ram ke behavior mei koi parivartan nehi dekhi mai.... aur peechle do mahine se to ye sab bilkul hi bandh hai... Vinay ke saath to uss hisab se koi relation hi nehi...

Chacha-ji: And that’s the worse part!

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Me: Kiyu?

Chacha-ji: Ekbar sher to khoon ki taste lag jaye aur uske baad usse sirf ghaas-phoos diya jaye to kaise lagega usse?

Me: Kya? Main samjhi nehi???

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... mujhe pura yakeen hai ke Ram tumhari aur Vinay ke closeness ko dekhke bahut uttejit hota tha... kiyu ki ye saare asleel kitab jo wo padhta hai ussme sharirik nikat-ta ki vistrit vivran hai...

Chacha-ji paused and was looking at my reaction. I was still searching for what he meant.

Chacha-ji: Aur jaise tum boli ke Vinay uske samnehi tumhe gale lagata tha... chumta tha... tumhari gaand aur mamme dabata tha... itni horny vatabaran se peechle do mahine tum Ram ko puri tarah ek veg vatabaran de-ke rakhhi ho... to kaise lagega usse?

Now I realized what Chacha-ji meant and honestly could not stop smiling even in that situation.

Me: Chacha-ji... aap bhi na!

We both were smiling at each other and Chacha-ji now was quite openly massaging his erect dick and even though the cover of the book was there, I could detect it quite unmistakably. I was also not comfortable; my milk tanks were straining against my tight bra and the itch inside my panty seemed to be ever rising. Seeing Chacha-ji doing his part so openly I also could not restrain myself from scratching my choot area boldly over my salwar-kamiz to feel at ease!

Chacha-ji: Beti... before Ram comes back... thoda aur info mujhe do ke Ram aur kya dekha hai?

Me: Aur kya Chacha-ji? Aur kuch nehi...

Chacha-ji: Par mujhe lagta hai wo zarur aur bhi kuch dekha hoga...

Me: Ye aap yakin ke saath kaise keh sakte hain?

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... Ram mujhe kayi bar bola hai ke raat ko Harpal ki rone ki wajah se raat ko thik se neend....

Me (I instantly realized what Chacha-ji meant): Ji... ji... mai samajh gayi...

Chacha-ji: Good! Kyu ki tum aur Vinay apne dono bête ke saath ekhi bistar pe soti ho... to chances are ke Ram zarur tumhe aur Vinay ko kabhi dekha hoga...

Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... last two months to...

Chacha-ji: Us-se pehle?

Me: Us-se pehle bhi... mera matlab... humlog hamesha dekh lete the ke Ram neend mei hai ke nehi...

Chacha-ji: Matlab sex ke pehle?

I just nodded in affirmation very shyly.

Chacha-ji: Par ek baat batao Beti... Ram jab so raha hai... usi bistar pe um aur Vinay agar sex karogi to awaz se uska neend toot nehi jayega?

Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... usi bistar pe kaha?

Chacha-ji seemed to be surprised for the first time.

Chacha-ji: Iska kya matlab.... usi bistar pe kaha ?

Me: Mera matlab... usi darr se humlog niche karte the.

Chacha-ji: Niche matlab... farsh pe?

Me: Ji... ek gadda niche bhi hota hai uss pe...

Chacha-ji: I am confused Beti... I must understand from Ram’s perspective... Suppose karo Ram aadhi neend mei hai... aur usi waqt Vinay ko horny feel hua... to wo zarur tumhe alingan karke kiss wagera karta hoga?

Me: Ji... kuch der to wo mujhe gale lagake kiss karta hai...

Chacha-ji: To iska matlab agar Ram aadhi neend me hai, to ye cheez Ram mehsoos karta hoga? May be he is not seeing you two in darkness but he can hear Vinay kissing you.

Me: Ji... ye zaroor ho sakta hai.

Chacha-ji: Par Ram to kissing ke awaz se hi excited ho jayega naa...

Me: Wo kiyu?

Chacha-ji: Are Beti... wo to ye sab kitab me padha hoga naa... ke chumne ke baad daba-dabi hota hai aur fir aurat nangi ho jati hai sex ke liye...

Me: Hey bhagwan!

Chacha-ji: To iska matlab tumlog niche gadde pe utar ne se pehle jo kuch karte the wo sabhi Ram mehsoos kar sakta tha kiyu ki wo bhi usi bistar pe so raha tha...

I was shocked and feeling extremely ashamed to now realize that my son had probably heard his parents doing sex!

Me: Ye sab baat to mai kabhi gehraiyi se sochi hi nahi!

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Chacha-ji: Iss liye abhi sab se mehetwopurn ye hua ke tum-dono bistar par sex ke pehle kis haad tak jate the? Daba-dabi ke dauraan Vinay aur tum kya kapde bhi utar dete the?

I was now feeling too much ashamed to reply to this because the fact remained that after some initial kissing and boob pressing Vinay used to strip me completely and he also removed his lungi. How could I tell all that to Chacha-ji?

Chacha-ji: Beti... tum agar sharmati rahogi to Ram ka bhaviswat bhi anischit hoke rahega...

The perverted man knew very well how to break my conservativeness and he continued to use my innocent love for my son for his distorted pleasure.

Me: Ji err... matlab... Vinay... matlab... chumne ke baad aur thoda pyar jatane ke baad Vinay hamesha apni lungi utar deta tha aur... mai bhi... mera matlab... mera bhi kapde utar deta tha...

Chacha-ji: Iska matlab... agar hum kuch der ke liye ye bhool jay eke waha Vinay hai... tum bilkul nangi hoke bistar pe rehti ho jaha ek foot ki doori mei tumhara jawan beta so raha hai?

I was so embarrassed by this statement of my landlord that I could not even look up and just clenched my lips in nervousness and timidness.

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye baat mamuli nehi hai... tum agar jawan, khoobsurat aur gori nehi hoti... to baat dusra tha... par Harpal hone ke baad bhi tumhari figure manohar aur akarshak hai... tumhari bade bade khada do mamme aur bhari golakar nitamb... aur tum jab nangi rehti hogi bistar pe... wo drisya to Ram ko kamottejit karega hi! Iss mei to mai uska koi dosh nehi dekhta!

I did not know what to say; I just remained dumbfounded and utterly embarrassed.

Chacha-ji: Anyway, that’s all that I wanted to know...

Me: C-h-a-c-h-a – j-i... mai... err... mai maafi chahti hoon aur bahut sharminda hoon apni iss nirlajy harkat pe...

Chacha-ji: Are Beti... chudwane ke waqt thodi itna kuch dhyan mei rehta hai...

Chacha-ji as if slammed in the last nail on me.

Chacha-ji: Anyway... Ram ke ane ka waqt ho raha hai...

Me: Chacha-ji....please... mujhe ab kya karna chaiye?

Chacha-ji: Tum bus Ram ke reactions par nazar rakhho aur mujhe batati raho. Then we will decide aage kya karna hai.

Me: Mujhe Ram ki bahut fikr ho rahi hai!

Chacha-ji: Arre chinta mat karo Beti... Main hoon na!

I could listen to Ram’s footsteps outside and so Chacha-ji ascended from his seat. He quickly adjusted his lund inside his pajama so that he looked somewhat decent, but I did notice that even at this advanced age his manhood was tall and standing proudly under his pajama! He handed me the pornographic books and asked me to keep them in a secret place, out of Ram’s reach. He knew pretty well that I would not be able to refrain myself from reading those books and surely the content of those books would have the ‘desired’ effect on me!

I could listen to Ram’s footsteps outside and so Chacha-ji ascended from his seat. He quickly adjusted his lund inside his pajama so that he looked somewhat decent, but I did notice that even at this advanced age his manhood was tall and standing proudly under his pajama! He handed me the pornographic books and asked me to keep them in a secret place, out of Ram’s reach. He knew pretty well that I would not be able to refrain myself from reading those books and surely the content of those books would have the ‘desired’ effect on me!

The next couple of days naturally I was extremely cautious about my dressing while my son was around. I was even undecided whether I should remain bra-less in front of Ram especially in my nightwear. My boobs being big and heavy... especially not wearing a bra made them sway and swing quite noticeably when I moved about or bent down. Hence I was a bit stiff also when Ram was close to me or I talked to him. The better part was that even though I tried hard to think in a dirty way about Ram’s moves and intentions, but I was not able to do that, probably my blind motherly love was not allowing that.

It was again Ram’s tuition day and Chacha-ji descended from upstairs and was giving lessons to him when I entered the room with tea and biscuits. Just at that time Chacha-ji gave him some homework for the next day and permitted (or rather ordered) him to go upstairs and help Haria (Chacha-ji’s servant) with some household chores.

As soon as Ram was out of the room, Chacha-ji indicated me to sit before him. Today I was in my usual sari-blouse and had just completed feeding Harpal. I made sure that my pallu was properly covering my bra-less mammaries inside my blouse.

Chacha-ji: To Beti... tum kuch notice kiye Ram ke bare mei inn do dino mei?

Me: Pata nahin Chacha-ji... mujhe to kuchh bhi abnormal nahi laga!

Chacha-ji: Kuch bhi abnormal nehi laga... strange!

Me: Ji... mujhe to sab normal hi lage!

Chacha-ji: Matlab... wo kya tumhare kareeb nehi ay aye do din mei?

Me: Nehi nehi... mera matlab pehle jaise tha... waise hi hai...bas! Mujhe Ram ko kisi gande harkat karte huye nehi dekha...

Chacha-ji: Yes Beti... ye important observation hai... kiyu ki chances are there that ye sare ashleel kitab padhke wo koi aisa-waisa harkat tumhare saath kar de!

Me: Nehi... aisa kuch wo nehi kiya... ek-do bar roz hi ki tarah wo mujhse chipakta zarror tha... aur school jane ke waqt mere galo pe kiss bhi karke jata hai... lekin...

Chacha-ji: Lekin kya?

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Me: Mera matlab.. mujhe laga... nischit roop se mai bol nehi sakti... mujhe laga... Ram bari bari meri taraf dekh raha hai... matlab...directly nehi Chacha-ji...

Chacha-ji: Beti... ye to bahut natural hai... tumhari jawani... tumhari ye sundar shape... gora badan... us-e akarshit kar raha hai... aur ye to bilkul swabhabik hai...

I was obviously somewhat annoyed at such a loose comment from Chacha-ji.

Me: Ye kaise swabhavik ho sakta hai Chacha-ji? Har bête kya apni maa ko iss nazar se dekhta hai? Issi gandi soch ko to hume sudharna hai...

Chacha-ji: Zarur sudharna hai Beti... par Ram ka jo umar hai wo ek parivartan aur tabdilili se gujar raha hai... so you have to be v-e-r-y patient... mard aur aurat ke jaun-sambandh aur maithun ke bare mei wo abhi jaan raha hai... aurat ke sharir ke rahasya mei wo bada utsuk hai...

Chacha-ji probably paused a second so that I could grasp what he tried to mean.

Chacha-ji: Beti....is bich agar tum us-e rokogi... tokogi... ya fir harbadi mei koi decision logi... to wo tumse chupake sara kaam karne lagega... that’s why I said you have to be extremely patient.

I could feel that what this elderly man was saying probably made sense.

Me: Ji... mai jaldi bol gayi... ap shayad sehi bol rahe hain!

Chacha-ji: Aur Ram ke iss growing age mei hume us-e har tarah ki support karna chahiye... naki pratibandh aur rok...

Me: Ji... mai samjh gayi... ap jaise bolenge mai waisa hi karoongi Chacha-ji!

Chacha-ji: Beti, tum agar thoda compromise aj karti ho... kal ke liye wo Ram ke liye swdarthak hoga!

Me: Ji...

Unknowingly I was getting entangled inside the web of my elderly landlord’s perversion.

Chacha-ji: Iss liye Ram ke har ek movement mere liye jan-na bahut zaruri hai Beti...

Me: Hmm... mai samajh sakti hoon...

Chacha-ji: Ab ye batao ke ye do din mei Ram jo tumshe chipkata tha... wo kya aage se ya peechhe se tumhare kareeb ata tha?

I thought for a while recapturing the moments in my mind when my son hugged me in the kitchen or elsewhere.

Me: Umm... normally Chacha-ji.... matlab... peeche se!

Chacha-ji (almost muttering): Saali randi ke liye ye normal baat hai ki uska jawan beta us se roz peeche se chipakata hai!

Me: Kya?

Chacha-ji: Kuch nehi Beti... mai ye keh raha tha ke ye jo Ram tumhe peeche alingan karta hai... tau tum apni pichwade pe uska lund feel kiya tha ki nahi?

Chacha-ji again started injecting bold direct physical words in our conversation which immediately made me feel embarrassed and blushed.

Me: Haan... shayad thoda kiya tha...

Chacha-ji: Matlab... uska khada tha?

Me: Khada?... err... matlab... haan shayad... par mai thik se dhyan nehi de payi... kitchen mei kaam jo kar rahi thi.

Chacha-ji: Ram ka lund zarur khada tha Beti jab wo tumhare karreeb tha... ye to swabhabik sharirik prakriya hai... (thinking for a while looking upwards) kya woh apna lund tumhari gaand per ragad raha tha?

I naturally objected immediately as nothing of that sort happened.

Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji! Aisa kuch Ram kabhi nehi kiya hai!

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Chacha-ji: Thik se socho Beti... ragad agar nahi bhi raha tha par zaroor wo uska lund tumhare gaand par daba raha hoga?

I thought for a while and had to admit that Chacha-ji was correct.

Me (nodding): Ji Chacha-ji... aap sehi bole... usne apna lu... err...I mean.... pressure to de raha tha mere peechhe.

Chacha-ji: Beti... bura mat manna... iss liye hi mai pooch raha tha kiyu ki ye harkat to normal hai ek jawan ladke ke liye karna.

I just remained quiet and as if waited for the next perverted question!

Chacha-ji: Yaha pe aur ek baat mehetwopurn hai...

I looked questionably at him. Chacha-ji nodded and took his left hand right onto his crotch area and started massaging his cock directly in front of me!

Chacha-ji: Ye jo Ram tumhe roz peeche se chipakta hai... uska khada lund tumhari pichwade mei dabata hai... uska irada tum samajh payi?

Me: Irada?

Chacha-ji: Kya tum ye dhyan nehi di ke Ram ka irada sirf uska lund tumhari mangsal pichwade pe dabana nehi tha... bal ki wo tumhari ass crack pe apna lund ghusane ki kosis mei hai!

Me: What? Kabhi nehi... aisa kuch bhi nehi hua Chacha-ji... aap Ram pe bewaja ilzam laga rahe ho!

I honestly did not find my son trying to do that, but day before yesterday when he hugged me from behind... I was totally unprepared and the posture was such that my heavy ass bumped on his crotch as I tried to move away initially from his hug and I clearly felt his hardened rod on my ass crack for a moment.

Chacha-ji: Tumhe shayad kharab lag raha hai meri baat... but you must also remember that I must have a clear understanding of Ram’s behavior... then only I can clearly see through his intentions... are you getting me Beti?

Me: Ji... ji... par aap ko kya lagta hai Chacha-ji... Ram kya puri tarah se bigad chukka hai?

My motherly mind was naturally very, very anxious about the state of my son’s adolescence.

Chacha-ji: Wo kehne ki waqt abhi nehi aya hai Beti... let me first know the whole aspect.

Me: Hmm... okay...

Chacha-ji: Aachha ab thik se soch-ke ek baat batao...

Me: Kya Chacha-ji?

Chacha-ji: Jab Ram tumhe peeche se chipak kar apna lund tumhari pichwade par dabata hai... tau kya usne tumhari dono doodh ko bhi dabane ki kosish karta hai?

I blushed instantly and could not reply anything instantly.

Chacha-ji: Are beti... tum to shadi-shuda ho... tum kya nehi janti mard-logo ke achran? Aurat ke doodh dabane ka to bahana chahiye! Aur aisa bhi to nehi hai ke (he looked directly at my twin mammaries) ...tumhari mamme chote hai......ausndar hai... jhulne lage hai... jo Ram ko akarshit nehi karega!

Talking to this elderly man was indeed getting extremely embarrassing for me the way he was chatting. He clearly said (without saying) that my breasts are big, appealing and erect for any male to super-like. I could instantly feel an erection in my nipples and since today I was not wearing any bra the effect was much more profound and my nipples started to harden and swell making me awfully uncomfortable sitting before a male. Moreover, I could sense that my thighs had started to emit slight amount of heat and it was difficult for me to sit still.

Chacha-ji: Ram bhi to jawan ho raha hai! Usse bhi pata chal raha hai ke kis harkat se anand milta hai aur kis-se nehi...

I was feeling so embarrassed that I was not able to utter a word. In the pretext of adjusting my pallu I pushed my hands more towards my body and virtually tried to press my own breasts to feel at ease! Seeing me to blush, Chacha-ji repeated his question and he probably was more encouraged and smashed all decency levels!

Chacha-ji: Are Beti... chup rehne se kaise hoga.... Batao to sehi... Ram jab tumse close hota hai... kya wo tumhari ye sugothit badi badi choochiyan dabane ki kosish nehi karta?

I had to answer now!

Me: Err... nehi Chacha-ji... Ram kabhi... matlab.... abhi tak to dabaya nahi hai...

Chacha-ji: Strange! Apne fingers se halke se bhi choone ki kosis nehi kiya hai? Very strange!

Me: Nehi... err... mera matlab... haa... matlab... halke se apni fingers ko touch zaroor kiya tha... par mujhe wo janbujhkar to nehi lage!

Chacha-ji: To kya jab bhi Ram tumhe peeche se pakadta hai uske fingers tumare...

Me: Nehi nehi Chacha-ji... zyadatar Ram jab mujhe peeche se pakadta hai to uska haat mere pet ke aspas hi rehta hai... par kal hi uske fingers halke se mere... err... mera matlab... mere breasts ko chuwa tha!

Chacha-ji: Hmm... kal... hmm....

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I was looking impatiently at Chacha-ji and was wondering what deduction he would make regarding my son out of this action.

Chacha-ji: Uss waqt tum kya peheni huyi thi?

As soon as Chacha-ji asked me this question as if a lightning passed through my mind! Oh yes! Yesterday I was not wearing one of my regular nighties that I generally wear at night, but was wearing an old one as all my nighties were wet. And yes, while I was wearing that I did notice that it was somewhat more transparent than my other regular nighties, but I still decided to wear it as there was no other option.

Me: Err... meri black wali nighty Chacha-ji... par ek baat hai...

Chacha-ji: Kya?

Me: Kiyu ki kal mere sare nighty bhige huye the... to mai uss black wali nighty peheni thi... jo main aam taur pe nehi pehenti hu...

Chacha-ji: Kiyu nehi pehenti ho? Wo purani ho gayi hai ya kuch aur waja hai?

Me: Purani to zarur hai... aur... matlab... thoda zyada transparent bhi hai... err... Chacha-ji... kya iss liye kal Ram...???

Chacha-ji: Ho sakta hai Beti... aur kiyu ki tum Harpal ko doodh pilane ke chakkar mei bra bhi nehi pehenti ho... to phir tumhari ye ghanakar gol choochiyan dekhke agar bechare Ram ka khada bhi ho gaya hoga... tau mai usme Ram ka koi dosh nehi dekhta!

Chacha-ji had started talking to me in the same horny way like the other day and was using direct crude language to describe my breasts’ shape and size! I could not object even such was the environment! I could feel my body had started to respond to it also! In fact I was noticing that my embarrassment and shyness was making me horny!

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ek tau tumhari figure itni shandar hai.... koi nehi kahega ke tum do bête ki maa ho.... upar se tum agar transparent nighty peheni huyi thi to tum lagbhag nangi hi thi uske samne?

Me: Nehi... nehi... utni bhi transparent nehi tha...

Chacha-ji: Are thik hai Beti... mai samajh sakta hoon baat... par tumhari jism expose to ho rahi thi naa Ram ke samne?

Me: Ji... thoda...

Chacha-ji: Mujhe lagta hai... jab wo tumhare badan se lipta hoga tau utni karreb se zarror tumhari choochiyan usse puri tarah dikh raha hoga aur usi mei uska khada ho gaya aur josh mei aake usne tumhari doodh ko dabane ki koshish kiya hoga.

Naturally I was feeling rather mortified as Chacha-ji continued to describe vividly what could have happened while my son was hugging me from behind. Realizing that my breathing got heavier, and instead of feeling ashamed or getting angry about my son’s dirty act, I was rather trying to recapitulate the moments when Ram had hugged me! I was also feeling contended the way my landlord certified that I did not look like a mom of two kids.

Chacha-ji: Oh! Ek baat poochna to mai bhul hi gaya!

Me: Aur kya poochna hai Chacha-ji?

We both smiled at each other.

Chacha-ji: Are tum wo books sahi hisab se secret place me Ram ke nazar se door rakhhi thi ke nehi?

Me: Ji... ji...

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... abhi to uska growing age hai aur ye sab hot books uske liye bilkul popcorn aur chips ke jaise hai... he will try to grab them at any cost!

Me: Aap bilkul befikar rahiye Chacha-ji... Ram wo books kabhi dhoond nehi payega.

Chacha-ji: Bahut accha... par tum wo books padi ke nehi Beti?

He asked me in such an eager manner as if those books contained the sayings of Swami Vivekanand!

Me: Ji... (in a whispering tone) ...par bahot hi gandi bhasha thi un books ki... aur pictures bhi bilkul vulgar hai...

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Chacha-ji: Are Beti... iss gandi bhasha ke karan to ye sab books bikti hai! Aur ye sab incest stories mei achhi pictures kaha se ayegi Beti... maa-bete aur baap-beti ki nangi tasvire hi to hogi naa... He he he he he...

Thought Chacha-ji was laughing, I was silent as I did not find anything to reply. The fact remained that when Ram went to school and after I had fed Harpal and finished my household chores, I did go through the books in the afternoon and remained extremely horny and heated up throughout that period. Since I was not in any physical contact with my husband, I was all the more keen to go through them! I made sure that I locked my bedroom properly and then started reading those porn books. To feel comfortable and at ease I even stripped off my sari and was in my petticoat and blouse while reading and I had to admit that though the language and presentation were too crude and vulgar, each of the story was very hot and full of excitement! I could not refrain myself from opening my blouse and pressing my naked breasts as I read through the hottest fucking sessions. I pinched and caressed my nipples and even fingered me opening my petticoat as I glanced through the vulgar intimate pictures in the books. I could not defy in my mind that I thoroughly enjoyed the stories.

Chacha-ji: Tumhe kaun si story sab se achchi lagi?

I was obviously not expecting this question and fumbled to reply. In no way I wanted to give Chacha-ji the feel that I really liked and enjoyed those horny stories.

Me: Mmm... Chacha-ji... err... mera matlab... maine saari nahin padi.

Chacha-ji: Tau kaun si padi?

Me: Wahi jo aapne bataya tha... mera matlab mother aur son wali.

Chacha-ji: Wah... usme to bahut jordar daba-dabi aur chumma-chati hai maa aur bete ki... Tum dekha uss mei kaise maa apne bete ko dheere dheere seduce karta hai apni adhi-nangi jism dikha kar?....aur bar bar apne bete ko chodne ke liye uksaati hai?

Chacha-ji probably was deliberately using all the dirty provocative words to humiliate and embarrass me more and more. He must have been enjoying this as time and again I noted that he was adjusting his lund and today even more brazenly as there was no cover of a book on his lap!

I sighed remembering my elated state while reading those books and hence just meekly nodded to him.

Chacha-ji: Hmm... why I am telling you to read those books Beti... then you will have a clear idea about what your son is up to... which is very important in order to reform him.

Me: Ji...

Chacha-ji: But you will be glad to know Beti... that I had been following Ram for the last couple of days... even sometimes outside our house and I have not found him guilty of any affinity towards any female, neither any woman older than him nor any girl of his age.

Me: Oh! Chacha-ji... ye to mujhe hi karna chahiye... beta to mera hai.... par aap... bahut bahut sukriya aap ko...

Chacha-ji: But Beti... we cannot be complacent depending on this data...

Me: Zahir hai...

Chacha-ji: Aur Beti ab se tumhe ye sunischit karna padega ke Ram bahar ki duniya ki taraf akarshit na ho aur na behek jaye...

Me: Par... kaise Chacha-ji?

Chacha-ji: Ha... wohi point pe mai aa raha hoon... Dekho Beti... kiyu ki ghar mei tum hi ek-matra akeli aurat ho aur Ram ke sabse kareeb ho... to tumhe Ram ko kisi bhi keemat pe tumhari taraf akarshit karke rakhna hoga!

Me: Akarshit... matlab...

Chacha-ji: Akarshit matlab jo tum samajh rahi ho wohi... aur koi chara nehi hai... kiyu ki agar usko hum ek aisa vbtavaran nehi de paye jaha uska utsukta ka nivaran ho.... jaha uska jawan hone ka ehsaas ho... wo zaroor bahar ki duniya ki taraf jhookega.

Me: Magar...

Chacha-ji: Tum agar-magar kuch bhi bol sakti ho Beti... par jaise Ram ko jawan hone se tum nehi rok sakti, waise iss umar mei uss ka aurat ke sharir ke prati akarshit aur pralubdh hona bhi tum rok nehi sakti!

Chacha-ji paused and looked directly into my eyes.

Chacha-ji: Ab faisla tumhare haat mei hai.

Me: Par ye kaise ho sakta hai?

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... jaise jaise wo ye sex ke kitabe aur padhne lagega... aurat ki nangi tasveere dekhega... uska utsukta aur pyaas aur badhega asliyat mei usse pane ke liye... samajh rahi ho naa?

Me: Hmm...

Chacha-ji: Aur asliyat yani vastaav uske liye kya hai? Ye ghar hai... agar usse is ghar mei uska utsukta ka jawab milta hai to wo bahar nehi dekhega... aur agar wo cheez yaha nehi milta hai to wo kuch dino mei hi randi-bazar jana chalu karega jaha aurat ko wo nangi bhi payega aur kisi randi se sex ke path bhi padh lega!

Chacha-ji probably knew exactly how to mould me and block my mind such that I would have no other way but to surrender to him. And, exactly that happened.... the very word “randi-bazar” made me so frightened and nervous that it refrained my brain to function and I readily submitted to my perverted landlord’s clutches!

Me: Nehi... nehi... ye nehi ho sakta!