Sunita Bhabie's Flashback

Me: Is everything okay beta?

Nandu: Yes mausi. Its hotter here than in Delhi.

Me: Yes Nandu, everything is hot here.

Nandu laughed not comprehending my double meaning phrase. He was too innocent to catch my prank. I checked his bed though his bed was already made. As I stretched the already stretched bedcover, I deliberately bent down in front of him so that my cleavage was visible over the U-neck of my nighty. I noticed Nandu noted that for a second, but looked elsewhere. Afterall I was his mausi.

Me: Have you not brought any shorts? How can you sleep in these pajamas Nandu? It’s so hot.

Nandu stammered as I could well realize he had not brought shorts along with him.

Nandu: I can manage mausi.

Me: No, no. How can that be? Have you not brought any Bermudas also?

Nandu: No. Actually mom told to take pajamas because she said I would look indecent in those Bermudas if someone comes at your place.

Me: Oh! This Tulsi naa! Anyway, I will look for an old Bermuda of your mausa-ji.

I intentionally adjusted my bra inside my nighty thrusting my heavy boobs in front of Nandu’s face who was sitting on the bed. I could see that he had the eagerness to look at me, but probably due to our relationship he was avoiding eye contact.

Me: But if I do not get a shorts, please don’t do what your mausa-ji used to do. Oh! Horrible!

Nandu: What mausi?

Me: I can tell you, but then don’t tell your mausa-ji that I have shared it with you.

Nandu: No, no mausi.

I tried my best to make things hotter for Nandu so that he starts taking interest in me. Nandu’s eyes were inquisitive to know what his mausa-ji would do.

Me: Arre! What to say Nandu! Suppose he is on bed with me and is wearing a pajama and the weather is hot like today’s, after sometime I will surely find him with his pajama down to his knees and he is sleeping. Just imagine!

I tried to keep my voice as sweet as possible with a meaningful smile on my lips to catch Nandu’s full attention. Naturally Nandu could not react properly to my comment and was feeling rather tight, which depicted through his foolish smile.

Me: Nandu, just wait. I will bring you a Bermuda.

Saying that I went to my bedroom and took out an old shorts of Manohar from the wardrobe and handed over to him.

Nandu: Thanks mausi.

I was planning to hug him once before I bid him good night. My pussy was itching already! My heart had started to beat faster!

Me: Nandu, come here once. Have you gone past me?

Nandu: Yes mausi. Am taller than you now.

Saying that he came down from the bed and stood near me.

Me: Oh! You were just this much small when you used to play in our house and now you have gone past me! How quickly days go by…

I pretended that I was really surprised seeing him taller than me.

Me: I wish you all the success in life Nandu… May God bless you with his choicest blessings.

While saying that I stood very closely to him and put my right hand on his head.

Me: Do not ever give pain to your parents and always take care of them.

Now I descended my right hand from his head down his neck to his shoulder and stood closer so that my protruding boobs started brushing his arm and chest.

Me: Be good towards all and always be truthful. Okay my dear?

I could realize my nipples under my nighty were getting harder and my body trembled a bit as I put my left arm also on his shoulder.

Nandu: Y… yes mausi.

Me: Good boy. I sincerely wish that you grew to a true human in life.

Saying those emotional words, I very normally held his face with both hands and pulled his head towards me and kissed his forehead. When I met him in the evening I did exactly the same thing, but this time I wanted more. I forgot my relation with him and that he was just a teenager and a class XI boy and myself being 40+ and mother of a married daughter!

Me: Nandu, don’t forget your mausi when you become a big man… Will you forget me?

His head was already on my shoulder and his body was somewhat bending back and away from me. I now embraced him ensuring that his body presses on me. Though it was a motherly hug, but Nandu was a bit hesitant and uncomfortable and so I continued to stroke his head and back very normally as an elderly person would do so that he did not feel awkward.

Nandu: No, mausi, how can I forget you all?

Me: Hmm. Keep that in mind.

I gently pushed my boobs into his flat chest to give the young boy the feeling of my big bra-covered boobs and I was certain that Nandu was aware of the fullness of my breasts pressing on his body. I wanted him to hold me by my waist, but of course that never happened and he kept his hands at his sides out of sheer vacillation. I tried to extract as much pleasure as possible from that ‘motherly hug’ and continued pressing my tight mammaries on his chest. Though I felt like embracing him very tightly, but I had to control my emotions keeping in mind that Nandu might act erratically seeing my bold behavior. Moreover, the last thing I wanted was to make Manohar unnecessarily suspicious. The whole week was still left for me.

I bid him good night and came to my room. Manohar was still watching the television and I called him to come to bed. I found he came almost instantaneously, which was surprising to me, as on most days I call him, wait and then finally go to bed, but he still continues to watch those rubbish sports programs. I was burning within me getting the slightest feel of Nandu’s body and honestly wished my husband to make love.

But… alas!

He want to the toilet and I was about to open my bra to go to bed, but thought to wait and open it in front of him to ignite some fire in him. I knew it would be a futile effort because at this age this activity hardly would yield any attention from Manohar, as he had seen me innumerable times changing my dress in front of him. But since I was excited within me I thought to give it a try.

Manohar came out of the toilet.

Manohar: Has Nandu gone to sleep?

My heart as if missed a beat hearing Nandu’s name. It was the most normal question, but as I had the guilty feeling in my mind I almost stammered.

Me: Nan… Nandu… Y… yes.

Manohar switched off the tube-light and put on the night lamp and got onto bed. I also ascended on bed and as I was about to lie down I pretended as if I forgot to open my bra.

Me: Oho. E ji, can you please open it? I forgot to open it…

Manohar with a reluctant face got up and inserted his hands inside the nighty on my back to open my bra. He was able to unclasp my bra in a moment and I took it out from within my nighty in the sexiest way possible only to find that he was getting ready to sleep!

Me: E ji, I think there is a problem here. Just see naa.

I tried to keep my voice as sexy as possible and pointed towards my breasts and now I had pulled down my nighty’s front portion significantly so that my big jiggling mammaries almost popped out.

Manohar: Why? What has happened? I am telling you Sunita for so many days to consult the doctor…

He still did not seem to be much interested even though my boobs were hanging naked in front of his face almost out of my nighty.

Me: See I am getting discharges here.

If he was alert, he could have easily noted that my nipples were standing quite erect and swollen, which could only happen if I am sexually aroused. He now came closer and tried to inspect my breasts.

Manohar: One sec, let me switch on the tube.

I was so very disappointed by this action that I almost expressed it. He was not getting the hint at all.

The light was on and I shamelessly sat on the bed with my matured boobs popping out of my nighty. He inspected my black round areolas, which were glistening with the white discharge.

Manohar: In the first appearance it looks like milk, but it’s not milk… a slippery discharge, the odor is also not great!

I eagerly wanted him to hold, press, and cup my boobs, but he was too serious.

Me: I am feeling something here. Check naa…

I pushed both my boobs out of my nighty for my husband and pointed an area just above the areola of my left boob.

Manohar: Where?

Saying that he touched my left boob and it felt so great that I cannot express in words. The full illumination of the tube-light in the room was definitely making me uncomfortable to sit with my both boobs exposed, but still I continued in the hope that my husband’s sexual desire would be kindled.

Manohar: No I can’t feel anything, but, you must go to the doctor soon. Now go to sleep.

I was just left alone as he switched off the light and…

I sat for a while in that posture with my both boobs out of my nighty, but then and there decided that I would extract pleasures from Nandu and I started not to feel guilty anymore and was building logic in my mind that it was rather justified due to Manohar’s continued ignorance towards me!

I awoke at the call of Gayathri, our maidservant. I went to the toilet and changed to a sari and after giving her instructions regarding cooking and sipping a cup of tea, thought of calling Nandu. I took a cup of tea and went to his room. The door of the room was closed, but not locked from inside. I gently pushed the door and went inside. I saw Nandu was sleeping in the shorts that I had given him last night and since he was in a supine position how could I miss the nice little bulge within his pant? I was also attracted by his naked upper body, which was nicely built and quite expectedly without a trace of fat anywhere.

Me: Nandu! Nandu!

I called him twice and then pushed him lightly, but he was still having a sound sleep. Was he dreaming? Who knows! A naughty thought came to my mind! I kept the cup of tea for him at bedside and quickly closed the door. Now I was pretty safe and went near him and gently touched his lund from over his shorts. My heart was pounding and I could hear it beating, as this was probably the first time I was touching the penis of another male apart from my husband and that too so consciously and openly. The thrill I extracted simply by touching it made me feel like a 25 or 30 year-old married woman! It was nothing new – I had held my husband’s penis so many times, had stroked it, licked it and even sucked it ‘n’ number of times in my long married life, but still Nandu’s shorts-covered small dick was attracting me like anything!

I was now trying to feel his penis with my fingers and was pressing on his shorts. I could feel the meat! I even could feel the angled form of his lund within his shorts. It was in a semi-erect state. Was he dreaming about me? No, no can’t be.

Ooooooooooooohhh!

I was ecstatic with my activity, but my delight was short-lived as I noticed Nandu was beginning to wake up. I instantly got off from the bed and again took the cup from bedside and started calling him to get up. Within moments Nandu got up and I noted he almost blushed in front of me being in that tiny shorts only. Did he realize that I was touching his semi-erect penis seconds ago? Didn’t seem from his face. I acted normally and told him to have the tea and come to the breakfast table fast.

During this time of the day, from around 9 to 10 a.m., I used to have maximum tautness in my breasts, which was one of the symptoms of my ensuing menopause, and hence remained without my bra to feel somewhat comfortable. Today for a moment I was hesitant due to Nandu’s presence, but decided to go ahead in spite of this young man’s presence. Like I did on other days, I was wearing my sari, blouse, and petticoat, but no innerwears. I looked rather eye-catching as my mature milk jugs were undulating appreciably inside my blouse as I moved about inside the house. I did notice Nandu was eyeing my freely swinging mammaries under my sari pallu. In fact, I was getting rather excited thinking that he was gazing at me.

I was eagerly waiting for Manohar to leave, but unfortunately he decided to spend time with Nandu, which obviously was quite normal also, he being his mausa-ji. They were sitting and chatting on various topics and were watching TV. Seeing no opportunity, I went for my bath, as it was noon already. When I came out of the toilet, I noticed Manohar was going to the local shop to buy some medicines. I thought I must take this opportunity and do something to keep Nandu’s focus on me.

I tried the old and tested formula.

I heard the main door being closed by my husband as he went out. I was in our bedroom and Nandu was about to go for bath. I quickly set up the stage for him to come closer to me. That time I had only my petticoat and towel wrapped on my body as I came out of the toilet. I quickly tied the petticoat at my waist and took a fresh brassiere from the wardrobe and put the cups in place. I deliberately left the bra hook open on my back.

Me: Nandu… N-a-n-d-u….! Can you come down once beta?

I got an instant reply.

Nandu: Yes, mausi, coming…

The door of the room was closed, but not bolted. I was standing in front of the mirror in my bra and petticoat. By no means I was looking decent - the whole of my back remained exposed from by shoulder to my waist. Only the strap of my bra was hanging behind. I could see in the mirror that my round and fleshy buttocks was also protruding out of my petticoat making me look more sexy, if I could say that even at 40!

I heard Nandu’s footsteps and soon there was the knock at the door. My heart was beating very fast and my lips drying up, as I was doing this sort of a deliberate exhibition for the first time in my life. Yes, I had changed my dress many a times in front of Manohar, but this was very different!

Me: Come in Nandu.

He opened the door and came inside my bedroom. I could see him in the mirror and instantly his gaze was fixed on my naked back.

Nandu: What is it mausi?

Me: See naa, I cannot put on this hook. Can you help me please?

He came closer to me and now he can clearly see my big-sized boobs clasped in the bra with a lot of flesh oozing out over my undergarment. I was definitely looking very seductive in that pose. The only cover hindering Nandu to see my boobs and nipples were the two thin bra cups!

Nandu: I have never fixed it, but still I will try mausi.

Nandu related an honest confession I could understand, as it was quite impossible for a class XI boy to have fixed a bra unless he is quite advanced for his age and definitely Nandu was not that type.

For the first time in my life I had kept open my whole back in front of another male apart from my husband and standing shamelessly wearing the bra. Nandu must have been eyeing the two big moles on my smooth back. They generally remain covered within my blouse back, but now they were exposed completely. I remembered the two moles being kissed and sucked innumerable times by my husband during foreplay and he always found those two very sexy on my very fair and smooth back.

Nandu took the bra straps in both hands and the very feel of his warm fingers on my cold naked back made me shiver! I could clearly feel a stir within my pussy, more so as I was not wearing a panty below my petticoat. I closed my legs as much as possible so that my excitement is not very apparent to Nandu. He tried to stretch the straps and make the ends meet, but was unable to do so. I was really enjoying the whole thing and was nicely getting stimulated!

Nandu: Uff mausi, it’s too tight! Am unable to meet these ends.

Me: But I wear it everyday Nandu. You pull it with more force, it will definitely meet and you can then fix the hook.

Nandu: O… Okay. Will try again.

He now pulled my bra straps at my back with some additional strength and in the process my mammaries got pressed within the bra cups giving me more excitement.

Me: Aah! Its hurting me Nandu.

Nandu: Sorry mausi, but…

Me: Wait, wait. Let me see if I can help you. Leave the straps.

Nandu released the loose straps of my bra and remained in his position just behind me. I now offered him a super sexy posture so that he gets an instant erection and of course I also wheedled out great stimulation out of it.

Me: You come to this side. Then I think it will be easier.

Nandu like an obedient dog came forward to face me. He was like my son’s age (if I had one). I was standing in front of him with an open bra. My butter-colored big tits were so much exposed! The whole valley in between my breasts along with the upper portions of my globes was clearly visible to this teenager. And, as my bra was not fastened at the back, my boobs were bouncing and undulating with each movement of mine making me look like a seductress. I could see he could not meet my eyes and time and again was eyeing my open treasures, which was quite natural also.

Me: Okay. Nandu, now take your hands from below my armpits and try meeting the straps. This should work.

Nandu advanced his hands towards the sides of my breasts and I shamelessly raised my arms to help him hold the straps. Initially I raised my arms a bit only so that his hands brush the sides of my boobs as he would stretch it over my back, but I soon was eager to entice him my moist armpits. There was not a tinge of hair in my armpits as I cleaned it at regular intervals. I noticed Nandu was stealing glances of my glistening armpits and his face came very near to my body as he extended his arms to my back to fix the hook. I felt like embracing him tightly, but somehow checked myself thinking of our relation.

This time he was able to fix the bra hook and I could see his eyes were greedily lapping my partly exposed body.

Me: Thanks Nandu. Thanks a lot.

Nandu: My ple… err. I mean its okay mausi.

Me: Actually you know at other times your mausa-ji helps me if I get stuck…

Nandu nodded and continued to peep at my firm globes now encased in my bra. I was delaying to wear my blouse on purpose so that Nandu could continue to enjoy the view.

Me: The heat is such… it’s hard to keep clothes on my body. Just see, I had my bath minutes ago and I am already perspiring!

Nandu: True mausi. I am also perspiring. Here the heat is just too much.

“You are perspiring for different reason my dear”, I smiled and murmured in my mind.

Me: But you males are so lucky Nandu… you can just wear a pajama or a bermuda and move about in the house, but we ladies cannot do that naa.

Nandu: Ha ha… that’s quite true mausi.

Me: Your mausa-ji though says sometimes to take off the sari, but tell me Nandu will that not look very odd?

I was trying my best to tangle this young lad into a sexy conversation after the bra hook episode so that he keeps recapitulating on these, which in effect would aid me to pin him down easily. I picked up my blouse and was about to wear it now.

Nandu: Who is seeing you in the house mausi?

Me: It’s not the question of anyone seeing me Nandu, actually…

Nandu: But mausi, to avoid the heat what else can you do?

Me: Off Ho! You males all think alike! You are underlining only what your mausa-ji suggested! Tell me, tomorrow if the weather turns hotter, then? What will I do? Eh? Take off my petticoat and blouse also I suppose? Eh?

I tried to be as naughty as possible so that Nandu too soaks himself in the heat of the dialogues.

Nandu: Mausi but err. I … I never meant that.

Me: Then what did you mean? Tell me. Tell me.

As I spoke I buttoned up my blouse and since I was facing he was able to constantly view my ripe mangoes.

Nandu: Well mausi, I mean… For example you can take a couple of more baths to keep the heat away.

I knew I was just dragging the conversation, but I was doing that pretty willfully.

Me: Hmm. Okay but Nandu, I already take two baths a day, one now and one in the evening, and yes, rarely I take a third shower before going to bed if the weather is exceeding humid.

Nandu: O! Then mausi, it’s absolutely okay. What more can you do?

Me: So you also seem to give a nod to your mausa-ji’s suggestion?

Nandu: Which suggestion?

He seemed to have lost it because he obviously was more curious to gaze at my 40-year-old fully mature semi-exposed tight figure.

Me: Com’ on! He advised me to take off…

I stooped down to pick up my sari from the floor and provided Nandu a great view of my big round boobs popping out of my blouse as I bent.

Me: … my sari if the heat is unbearable.

I completed the sentence as I stood up again. I could see Nandu’s eyes firmly pivoted on my mammaries enjoying fully my bending posture from such close proximity.

Me: You know your mausa-ji Nandu, does he think before speaking? He just told me a solution… Tell me Nandu how can I move around in the house wearing knickers? Your didi at times could do that, but I cannot do what your didi could do, isn’t it?

Nandu: Rachna didi in knickers only? He he… That must be long back mausi!

I could well understand what Nandu was trying to hint and I did not disappoint him.

Me: Long back? What are you saying Nandu! Don’t you know your didi’s allergy towards hot weather?

Nandu: Hmm. True! I remember once Rachna didi developed a heat rash when she was at our place and had to terminate her stay and come back. Remember mausi?

Me: Aaa… Oh Yes! Right Nandu. But that was not specifically due to heat as I can recollect, but whatever one thing is true - both my daughter and myself cannot tolerate too much heat. Ha ha ha…

Nandu was also smiling at my double meaning discourse.

Nandu: But… Then mausi what was it due to?

Me: Actually that was some reaction from her undergarments that she had.

Nandu: O! I see.

Me: Yes, we also initially thought that it was heat rash, but when I took her to the doctor he concluded that it was an eruption from the fabric of her inner wear.

Nandu: Right, right! That’s why didi’s rash was localized to specific areas only on her body.

Me: Anyway, but the fact remains that I had to spend sleepless afternoons Nandu due to your didi in those summer months and for your information I am not talking of her childhood, but during her grownup age.

Nandu: But…

Me: Actually she never grew up till her marriage! I remember those days Nandu… I had to be so cautious during those summer afternoons if there was a visitor. Oh! So disgusting!

Nandu: But… but why mausi?

He asked me with such an innocent face! The naughty boy! I was pretty sure that he knew what I meant. I was trying to generate stimulation in him in every possible way, even with my daughter’s example! I was so desperate!

Me: Nandu, sometimes you talk like a kid! Arre, due to the high temperature during that time of the year, your didi used to be in very little clothing at home and I always had to be on my toes if the doorbell rang because if someone comes and sees her like that …

Nandu: He or she would think badly about didi.

Me: Absolutely!

By this time I had wrapped my sari fully on my body and looked decently covered. I could realize Nandu’s eyes were licking my figure throughout and now as I was talking to him I was putting together my wardrobe so that Nandu does not feel odd talking to me. Honestly, I also felt better that way.

Nandu: But Rachna didi visited our place in the summer a few times, but I never found her…

Me: Beta Nandu! You are such a goody-goody boy when you come here, but at home are you the same? No naa? Similarly your didi also remained well mannered elsewhere, but here… Uff!

Nandu: No, no mausi, I cannot take that. Rachna Didi is very obedient to you. You must be exaggerating…

I could clearly realize that Nandu was trying to probe me to tell more about my daughter and I also exactly wanted that – to keep him hooked to me by hook or by crook.

Me: Oho! Am exaggerating? Huh! If you had seen your didi then… Anyway, you are too young to discuss on this!

I deliberately taunted Nandu saying “too young” and I knew he would pounce back.

Nandu: Mausi, I am grown up now.

I looked at his crotch and tried to figure out his lund, which was already raising his head below his pant. In the morning I had already felt that with my fingers and I was already desirous to suck that young vibrant dick…

Me: Hmm. That time will say.

I smiled mysteriously and Nandu certainly did not grasp what I meant and looked blank.

Me: Anyway, your didi is now far away happily serving your jija-ji. Am more concerned about what I should do to avoid this sultry heat.

Nandu: Mausi, tell me naa what you wanted to share, but restrained saying that I am young.

Me: Okay, if you remain a good boy and do what I say I will tell you, but not now.

Nandu: Done mausi. I will do whatever you say.

He seemed pretty energized and I dragged him back to my original problem.

Me: You have not solved my original problem?

Nandu: What? Oh! This sultry heat? Honestly mausi, there is no other way to solve your problem, but to agree to mausa-ji.

He was smiling and at the same time shying from me! I really liked that as I could realize he was slowly becoming free in front of me! He was actually suggesting his mausi to remain sari-less within the house if she feels too sweaty!

Me: Hmm. So, see - I told you – you men all think alike. But my dear Nandu, that will still leave me with a problem.

Nandu: What mausi?

Me: Say if I agree to your mausa-ji’s words and after taking lunch I remain only in my blouse and petticoat without a sari. The trouble is I get the maximum sweating on my legs. So am really not sure that would help. Are you getting what I am saying?

Nandu: Yes, yes mausi. Hmm, I can understand.

I was just toying with him. Nandu, the innocent victim of a 40+ vixen!

He was nodding like an expert, but I wanted him to put into words.

Me: Tell me what have you understood? Let me see whether you have surpassed your young age or not?

Nandu: I mean mausi… err… As you said your legs sweat the most, you feel that even if you are without the sari…

Me: Hmm. Hmm.

Nandu: …you will still feel the heat, as err… you will have the petticoat on your body.

Me: Bah! You are quite grownup now it seems! So? What to do?

I had finished doing the wardrobe and now came and sat on the bed and continued this crude conversation, which was pleasuring me like anything!

Me: The simple solution is I can just pull up my petticoat to some length and lie in the bed or floor. Isn’t it?

Nandu: Y… yes. You can do that ma… mausi!

I paused to take a deep breath. I was definitely getting excited now

Me: You are much like your mausa-ji, you do not think what you are saying.

Nandu: Why mausi?

Me: Okay, good point, tell me - do you always wear a brief below your shorts or pajama when at home?

I looked at Nandu’s pelvic area to see if there was a stir or not! Naturally, he seemed slightly taken aback by such a direct question.

Nandu: Err… Mausi… I mean… of course, yes, except going to bed.

Me: So there goes problem #2. You know what? I hardly wear anything below… err… I mean below my petticoat when at home.

My voice nearly stumbled to express this to Nandu and he naturally looked quite dumbfounded listening to this from his own mausi’s mouth.

Me: So what you can easily do Nandu, I cannot do. Since you wear a brief most of the time as you said, you can easily shed your bermuda or pajama whatever you are wearing and feel comfortable in the heat, but think of me! Even if I do not wear the sari, I cannot remove my petticoat Nandu, as I do not wear anything below it.

There was pin drop silence in the room for a few moments as Nandu must have been quite amazed to hear his own mausi’s very frank statements. But what he told breaking the silence simply shocked me and left me with an open mouth!

Nandu: I mean… mausi don’t you feel awkward? Actually I feel absolutely tight if am not wearing my brief and moving around in the house, even if only mom is present. I don’t know why… probably it’s a habit mom had grew in me. Don’t you, I mean, feel likewise mausi?

Me: Nandu… err… Well, it’s like that… I mean we females are different than you males. I mean, how should I put it?

I was searching for words to answer Nandu and he appeared quite amused seeing my embarrassed state.

Me: Yes Nandu, its true that I also feel likewise, but you know since there are two covers on my body in the form of sari and the petticoat, I often skip wearing… I mean… my panty.

My voice had turned husky while saying the last few words and I was feeling my tongue getting dried up quickly! I could realize my nipples were getting swollen under my brassiere due to my lewd talking.

Nandu: But mausi… I don’t know… may be you think differently, but I thought you should have felt the need even more, as mausa-ji stays in the house, your servants are coming and going, and also the odd salesman pops up every now and then…

I was getting rather cornered by Nandu now and I was unable to furnish a good reason why I do not wear panties at home and I had to cook up something to save my dignity.

Me: Actually Nandu, as I told you, that my legs sweat very much and in fact this whole area sweats so much…

I indicated my upper thigh and waist area with my right hand.

Me: …that… that my inner wear gets spoiled very quickly. That’s the only reason I mean…

Nandu: Okay, okay mausi. You should have told that beforehand.

He was smiling and I also gave a very foolish smile knowing that I was almost trapped playing ‘hot’ with words in front of this young teenager. I tried to act smart and change the topic.

Me: But now that you are here…. I will give you one duty.

Nandu: What duty mausi?

Me: All this afternoon the sales people annoy me. Since you are at home, you will attend them.

Nandu: Oh! No. When I am at home, mom also gives me this duty!

Me: Oh! That’s good. So you already have the habit of being interrupted… But remember it will be a mandatory duty for you here, as I will be handicapped!

Nandu: I didn’t get you mausi…

Me: You have such a weak memory Nandu!

Nandu: Why?

Me: Arre, you idiot! How can I go in front of a salesman without wearing a sari?

Nandu: Oh! So, you agreed to that?

Me: Where’s the way out? You also could not give me any suggestion…

Nandu: Oh! Okay mausi. I will take care of the visitors.

Me: I could have shared the duty with you, but it’s not at all practical that every time one rings the doorbell, I will wrap my sari each time. Isn’t it?

Nandu: Right, right. That’s not possible.

Just at that moment…

“Ding Dong!” The doorbell rang and I realized it must be my husband.

Me: Oh! We have wasted enough time. Go for your bath. Quick! Quick! I will open the door.

As expected, it was Manohar. That day my hubby spent the whole afternoon with Nandu and I dozed off after a full appetite lunch. He went out with Nandu for an evening stroll also. Finally at around 8 p.m. he went out to his friend’s place to play cards. Though this was not a regular habit of his, but sometimes he did go there to play some rounds of bridge. I again got some opportunity to come ‘closer’ to Nandu, but this time our maidservant Gayathri was present in the house cooking in the kitchen. So I had to plan watchfully.

Man proposes, God disposes! I had planned something, but that went for a toss! I had planned to share the honeymoon pics of my daughter, which would have enabled me to have Nandu on my bed. The reason behind selecting that was there were some revealing and intimate pics of my daughter with my son-in-law in that set and I thought it would be a good opportunity for me to see Nandu’s reaction to that and utilize the proximity. But…

I gave complete instructions to Gayathri regarding cooking so that she does not come and disturb me in the interim and then proceeded towards Nandu. He was lying lazily on the sofa watching television.

Me: Nandu, have you seen your didi’s wedding pics?

Nandu: Yes, of course mausi. You had sent the albums to mom. Did I miss any?

Me: No, then you must have seen those, but surely you have not seen the Goa pics.

Nandu: Goa.. Goa…?

Me: Aree Nandu, you forgot that they went to Goa for honeymoon?

Nandu: Oho! Right, right! It went out of my mind. They went to Goa… I have not seen those pics.

Me: Then switch off the TV and come to my room.

Nandu readily switched off the television and followed me. Knowing that he was just behind me I walked slowly and was swaying my hips considerably to attract him. This was also a new activity that I was doing at 40! My pussy was starting to itch, as I knew Nandu was surely watching my sari-covered gaand and since my hips are round, sizable, and fairly protruding, I thought I must have been looking fairly sexy from behind.

Me: Sit there and I will get the album for you.

I loosely closed the door just to make the environment secure and watched Nandu climb the bed. My maid Gayathri was in the kitchen and so there was little chance of any disturbance. But as I opened the cupboard to get the albums, there was a blackout!

Me: Oops!

Nandu: Oh no!

There was a power cut! For the moment I was so dejected and irritated that my plan to spend some time sitting on the bed with Nandu went for a toss!

Gayathri: Biwi-ji, I have got the matches and lighting up the candle here.

I could hear my maidservant screaming from the kitchen.

Me: Okay Gayathri. I will arrange here.

All of a sudden a weird thought struck my mind and at once I thanked God for that disruption in power!

Me: Nandu, can you get the matchbox for me. It’s on the stool just beside the bed.

Nandu: Oh! It’s pitch dark mausi. I will try to figure it out, one sec.

Me: No hurry, just get down slowly.

Nandu: O… Okay mausi.

I never wanted Nandu to get to the matchbox as then the room could easily be lighted through a candle and hence straight away I did proceed on my bizarre objective.

Me: Ouch! Eeeeeeee! My goodness! Uhhhhhhhhhhh…

Nandu must have been very startled.

Nandu: Wh… wh… what happened mausi? What is it?

Me: Uuuuuuuuuuu… Nandu…. Here’s a cockroach on my body. Ufff! Come quickly! Get it off… iiiiiiiiiiiiiii… get it off my body!

I tried my best to keep my voice under control as I in no way wanted to attract my maidservant’s attention.

Nandu: Oho! Cockroach… I was quite scared the way you… Don’t panic mausi. Just slap it off your body.

Me: Nandu… Oi maaaaaaaaa! It’s walking on my body. Am very scared of cockroaches. You do whatever needs to be done. Pleeeeeeeease….

Nandu: Okay, okay mausi… Don’t be frightened. Just stand like a statue. I am coming. It’s so dark…

I could sense he jumped out of the bed and I briskly stepped forward a couple of steps to make things easier for him. I tried to make most of it and quickly dropped my sari pallu to the floor. Nandu could not see that in the darkness of the room.

Nandu: Mausi! Where are you? Near the cupboard?

Me: No, no here. Near you.

He took a step forward and almost collided with me. Nandu was so close to me now that I immediately held onto his arm to prove to him that I was too scared.

Me: Uhuuuuuuuu… Nandu, please get this thing off my body. It’s such an eerie feeling!

Nandu: But mausi, its so dark! How can I know where the cockroach is?

I could feel his body odor he was so close.

Nandu: Oh! What’s this? On the floor?

Me: It’s my sari baba! In order to get the cockroach out, it has fallen off. Uiiiiiii…. It’s moving again N-a-n-d-u!

Nandu: Where mausi? Where is it?

Me: Uuuuuuuuuu… its… its on my blouse now.

As I said the word “blouse” I as if could hear my own heart thumping. I was inviting a Class XI boy, who was my sister’s son, to get off a cockroach off my boobs. I could not see Nandu’s face in the dark, but he was expectedly hesitant.

Me: I canno open my eyes… Am so scared. Eiiiiiii… You do whatever, but get me out of this situation.

Nandu: But mausi… err … I mean… then I have to feel you and see where that cockroach is! I cannot see a thing in this darkness.

Me: Who has stopped you from touching me… Aaaaaaaaa… it’s moving again! Nandu quick! P-l-e-a-s-e!

Nandu: Err… mausi? Which side? I mean left or right?

He was still not taking his hands towards my boobs and I was getting rather desperate seeing the dillydally approach of this lad.

Me: You are really a hopeless!

I forcefully took both his hands and put them straight on my firm, round boobs.

Me: Now find it! Is it on my left breast or my right breast?

Nandu retracted his palms immediately touching my tight boob flesh, but seeing my open invitation, he also started to feel my blouse-covered conical juicy boobs with both hands in search of the cockroach!

Nandu: Where is it mausi? I can’t find it?

Me: Aaahhhhh! How can you catch it like that? That insect is moving constantly, you idiot! You start from my shoulder and then come down…

Nandu was in fact very close to me now. I had raised my arms in the air since I pretended to be very frightened. He now took his hands to my shoulder and was coming down quickly. I could clearly hear his breathing, which was indeed faster than before. I could also feel his hands trembling a bit! I thought it was only natural for a Class XI lad to have his hands unsteady getting this opportunity to openly touch and feel the fully developed mammaries of a matured lady.

Me: Yes, that’s better.

Nandu’s palms felt my upper breasts, the portion of my boobs which remains uncovered just above my blouse. His fingers could feel my deep cleavage. Inside my pussy there was a big stirring already - as if a river, which was dry for many years, suddenly got some rainwater. Now he moved further down, his fingers were grazing the fabric of my blouse and feeling the taut flesh of my full boobs. His hand slid down further and now he was actually cupping my full mammaries from the front with his both palms enjoying the roundedness and smoothness of my tight boob flesh. I was getting so ecstatic that I closed my fists in the air.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I was releasing expressions of elation, but Nandu thought otherwise!

Nandu: Mausi, please have some patience! I am trying to trace it. If you at least tell me which breast, then it would have been easier for me!

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Just shut up and do what you are doing!

I could not see Nandu’s reaction to my words, as I was more interested in extracting the maximum satisfaction from this. Nandu’s fingers were sliding down further and now the tip of his fingers were on my nipples on both breasts and I was pretty sure that even Nandu could easily feel my erect and swollen nipples rising their heads under the tight fabric of my blouse and bra.

Me: Wait… wait there Nandu! The cockroach was exactly there, where your finger is, moments ago.

Nandu: Okay mausi. I will not move my hands.

Me: Just press there so that your hands do not slip down. May be it will come back there. I could not trace where is it now!

Nandu now pressed his fingers just above my nipples very consciously and he already seemed to be enough stimulated by touching and feeling my full breasts as I could clearly feel he was at this time grabbing my boobs like a matured male and even slowly squeezing them! His palms were not big enough to cover my heavy breasts and he was trying to a great extent to cover my boob circumference. I felt most excited when I found him nudging my hard nipples under my blouse with his middle finger of both hands!

Nandu: Can you now feel where the cockroach is mausi?

Me: Nope!

Nandu was breathing very heavily now, so was I. It was a blessing that we could not see each other’s face due to the darkness. Long live the power cut, I thought!

Nandu: Shall I keep my… err… I mean, shall I continue to hold you there mausi?

Me: Yessssssssssss…

Nandu: Hey mausi! I felt something!

Me: What?

Nandu: I don’t know… seemed it brushed my right hand…

Me: May be the cockroach! Oh No!

Nandu: Why are you panicking mausi! It’s just a small insect!

Me: May be… whatever you say, am very much afraid of it! Can you not feel my heartbeat?

Nandu: No?

Me: You idiot! Not in your ears! Can you not feel it in your… palms?

His palms were amply covering my tight boobs from the front and he surely must have been having an erect dick getting the opportunity to grab his mausi’s matured tits.

Nandu: Oh! I thought…

Me: Do one thing, press harder and then only you can feel my heartbeat. Press my breasts harder N-a-n-d-u…

Nandu: O… Okay mausi.

Nandu this time shed all inhibitions that he had and gave my boobs a very tight squeeze standing from the front and now he was of course bolder than before and like a matured man continued squeezing and cupping my matured fleshy boobs. I also shamelessly stood with my hands up in the air and enjoyed his pressings on my tits.

Nandu: Yes, mausi, now I can feel the vibration on my hands… I… I think the cockroach has left your body or what?

Me: I don’t know…. Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiii!

Nandu: What happened? Did you feel it again?

Me: Yes, yes Nandu! It’s… its on my navel. Aaaaaaaa…. Sssssssssssssssssss….

Nandu quickly took off his hands off my boobs and tried to figure out where the cockroach was on my belly. As his cold hands touched my abdominal area, it felt so good. It was after so many days that a male hand was touching me there! Nandu grazed my whole bare abdomen with both hands, but was of course unable to trace the cockroach. Things were really turning hot for me. I could feel my vaginal muscles voluntarily getting cramped as his fingers descended on my belly.

Nandu: Mausi, we must get a light, otherwise its impossible to pin down this cockroach.

Me: You are hopeless! You can’t even find a cockroach on my body!

I teased him so that he feels stimulated to touch me more.

Nandu: But mausi, how can I find it in this darkness? Tell me exactly where it is now?

Me: I don’t know. I can’t feel it now Nandu! Why don’t you check… I mean check my whole body from top to bottom? Then surely you will find it and then you can slap it away.

Nandu: Okay mausi, as you say.

My heart was beating like a drum in anticipation of Nandu again taking hold of my milk tanks and as expected he started to graze and brush with his both palms from the shoulder and slowly came down. He touched my oozing boob flesh over my U-neck blouse and this time as he touched and cupped by boobs I thrusted them more towards him so that he gets a better grip on my tight flesh. He grabbed and pressed my mangoes with his fingers feeling the tightness and then came down towards my abdomen though I felt like having his hands eternally on my round mammaries. My belly was bare as I had long back dropped my sari pallu to the floor and he brushed and felt my naked abdomen including my navel.

Nandu: No trace of it mausi! What to do?

Me: Sear… search down….

I could feel Nandu getting bent in the darkness and as he was about to touch my most private zone there was an interruption!

Gayathri: Biwi-ji, did you get the matches to light up the candle?

My maidservant was calling from the dining hall probably. I immediately got back my senses because if she comes and opens the door with a lighted candle she would get the shock of his life with me standing with my pallu on the floor and Nandu skimming my body with both hands.

Me: Nandu, I think you are right! Let me get out of the room and get a candle.

Nandu: I told you that prior only!

I quickly pushed him off my body and picked up my sari pallu and placed it on my shoulder covering my heaving breasts.

Me: Gayathri, its okay, I can manage, you continue with the cooking.

Though I was extremely excited, I tried to keep my voice normal.

Gayathri: Okay biwi-ji.

I quickly got out of the room to see where Gayathri was and seeing that she was going towards the kitchen, I quickly picked up the matchbox and lighted a candle and gave it to Nandu in the room.

Nandu: Mausi, did you find the cockroach?

Me: What cockr…? Oh! That cockroach! Yes, yes, I slapped it off when I lighted the candle.

Nandu: Where was it?

Me: It was… err… I mean it was on the sari… here.

I showed him my legs and went towards the kitchen. Seeing all was normal at the kitchen I went to the toilet. I was sweating very profoundly now with the heat being dissipated off my body. Immediately as I closed the toilet door, I leaned against the wall and lifted my sari to my waist. I at once put my right hand middle finger into my choot, but to my utter surprise I found my vaginal path quite dry! I thought that I would masturbate heavily getting this opportunity after such a long time and take the pleasure of it.

I was rather disappointed. I could realize it was certainly due to my menopausal state, but I badly wanted my vagina to be wet and slippery so that I could insert my finger in it for satisfaction. The secretion within my pussy was minimal and I suddenly felt wet within my brassiere. I quickly dropped my sari to my knees and started opening my blouse to check what the matter was. Was I getting the same discharge that I was having for the last few weeks from my nipples?

Me: Ish…

I muttered to myself as I opened my brassiere. My nipples were discharging that sticky fluid appreciably and the odor was definitely not great! I held my boobs in both hands and pressed on the areolas to squeeze out the discharge, but it was coming out spontaneously in its own rhythm. I wiped my naked boobs, especially around my swollen nipples, with the towel and waited for the flow to get over. Honestly I required to void also and sat down on the toilet floor lifting my sari, but my boobs were hanging freely as there was no cover on them; both my blouse buttons and bra hook were open. I just covered them with one hand, as I looked awfully shameless in that condition. After peeing I kept sitting on the floor for a minute or so as I was experiencing some vaginal spasms also. I was having a feeling of ‘incompleteness’ as I did not have a discharge, which was very frustrating for me.

Nothing much happened further. Power was back in another 15-20 minutes and Manohar was also back premature, as their game was also spoiled due to this power cut.

Day #2

I noticed that Nandu was quite a quick learner and tasting my milk tanks with his hands yesterday in the dark during the cockroach episode, he was all the more keen to be close to me physically. Frankly I also wanted that and began to explore opportunities to get close to him.

Me: Nandu, ishhhhhhh! What is this? Don’t you soap properly while bathing?

Nandu was lying on the sofa wearing a pajama only. Manohar was also there reading the newspaper. The upper half of his body was uncovered. I pointed towards his neck and shoulder and marked dirt there.

Nandu: What Bhabie?

Me: Ishh! There’s so much dirt accumulated here. Don’t you soap properly?

Nandu: Of course mausi…

My husband now looked up hearing our conversation.

Manohar: Oh! You females naa…

Me: Don’t give indulgence! Just look at the back of his neck! So many dark patches!

Manohar now seriously take a look towards Nandu’s neck.

Manohar: Hmm, but I can’t see any…

Me: Huh! How can you see? Put on your specs!

Manohar: Oho…. Ha ha ha…

Me: Nandu, I don’t want to hear any thing. Just call me when you go for the bath today. Will rub it clean.

Manohar: No ifs and buts Nandu, otherwise you will lose your neck … ho ho hoh…

Nandu and Manohar were both laughing and I just left the place showing a mock anger. I noticed from the kitchen that Manohar again plunged into reading the newspaper.

I was glad that my husband did not find my proposal ‘odd’ and hence the ‘stage’ was all set!

I was eagerly waiting for the ‘climax’. Nandu was about to go to the toilet. I noticed he took a fresh set of vest, pajama, and brief from his suitcase.

Me: I will do the rubbing first and then you can continue with your bath.

Nandu: Okay, as you say mausi.

I noted that Manohar was busy playing “Patience” with cards on the divan. I felt safe and proceeded towards the bathroom. Nandu was already in. I knocked at the toilet door and Nandu instantly opened it as if he was waiting for me to come inside! He welcomed me with a big smile and already I could hear my heart beating faster. Our bathroom was a pretty smallish one and we cramped for space.

Me: Oh! You have not yet started? What were you doing?

Nandu: Err… Nothing mausi. I was filling the bucket.

I could already see a bulge under his pant!

Me: Okay, okay. Don’t waste my time. I have still a lot to do in the kitchen. Wet your body.

Nandu: One sec mausi, let me wear the towel.

Me: No, no, do not wet the full towel?

Nandu: Then?

Me: Are you not wearing a brief below?

Nandu: Yes…

Me: Then just wear that. I will wash that along with your other clothes.

Nandu: O… okay.

Nandu got off his vest and pants briskly and stood in front of me only in his brief. I was virtually licking his young tender body with my lusty aged eyes – his flat chest, his tiny reddish-brown nipples, his V-shaped fat-less upper body structure and, and of course, his crotch. Nandu tried to adjust his brief to hide his very evident bulge, but was unable to do so. I felt quite amused at his act and added more oil to the fire by dropping my pallu once completely off my shoulders to reveal my big boobs to him in the pretext of adjusting the pallu.

Me: Wet your body.

Nandu: But… but mausi, you will get wet.

Me: Why?

Nandu: There’s no room for me to space out from you. The commode is so close.

Me: Hmm… you are right Nandu.

Nandu: Your sari will get wet.

I was already feeling a gush of blood in my vessels and easily was so very willing to be shameless in front of this teenager.

Me: Okay, just wait. Let me just unwrap the sari…

I started to open my sari standing opposite Nandu. Naturally he was enjoying my exposure and I could see the growth in the bulge under his tiny brief. While I undid my sari, I just turned back to him so that he could also assess my full tight protruding ass. I tucked the sari at the door hook and faced Nandu clad only in my blouse and petticoat.

Me: Okay, now my sari is safe. You can start…

Nandu nodded and started pouring water on his body with the mug. He was in such close proximity from me within our small toilet that sprinkles of water were wetting my body even though Nandu tried to keep distance from me. He poured 3-4 mugs of water and then turned to me.

Nandu: Mausi, now you can soap me.

I was starting to get stimulated more seeing his wet body. His brief was now partially wet revealing his semi-erect lund inside. I was more than eager to catch hold of that lively meat.

Me: What’s this Nandu? I see dirt on your legs also! Don’t you soap at all!

Nandu: But mausi… I do soap… if the dirt does not go, what can I do?

Me: That means you rub the soap like that only. Huh!

I stepped ahead now with the soap towards Nandu.

Me: Turn back.

Nandu’s back was now in front of me. I watered the soap and started to rub his shoulders. As soon as I touched his naked skin, a tremor as if passed through my body. I was feeling as if I was in close proximity with my husband. I was as if riding the cursed horse who had already entered the world of taboo. I was breathing heavily and my whole body was getting warmer.

Me: Ish! There’s so much dirt on your body Nandu… Let me do a full cleaning today.

Nandu: Okay mausi.

I completed rubbing his shoulders with soapy water and then descended slowly onto his back. I could feel his young vibrant muscles under his skin. My warm, soft hands must have aroused him as I could feel he was time and again shrugging and moving his body.

Me: Now, turn towards me.

Nandu could not maintain eye contact with me. I was looking rather obscene since I was bending for rubbing his body and lot of my cleavage was exposed over my blouse. I placed my hands on his chest.

Me: Aaah….

I murmur within myself. Nandu’s chest felt so good! It was smooth and flat with thin very thin lining of hair growth. I could feel his heartbeats clearly on my palms, which was clearly telling that he was definitely excited by my touch. Overall, indeed it was a wonderful feeling! Once I glanced at his face and as our eyes met, my face flushed in shyness. Nandu also shifted his eyes off my face immediately. To make things hornier, I rubbed his chest with emphasis on his tiny hard nipples. I twisted his nipples very softly to kindle Nandu’s hidden desires.

Nandu: Aaahhhhh mausi! What are you…

Me: What happened? Did I hurt you?

I deliberately pressed my fingers on his hardened nipples while talking.

Nandu: No, I mean I am getting a ticklish feeling mausi.

Me: Huh! What’s new in that Nandu? I also feel the same when your mausa-ji presses me in that region.

I looked directly into his eyes while twisting his stiff nipples, but he turned out to be more mischievous than I anticipated!

Nandu: O! Then mausi, you also do not soap properly and mausa-ji has to soap you!

Nandu was now looking at my blouse-covered big boobs directly ignoring my eye contact. He obviously was eyeing my boob flesh and oozing cleavage show. I was a bit confused what to reply.

Me: No, you idiot! I don’t need anyone’s help to clean my body.

Nandu: But … but you said it just now!

I could not understand whether Nandu was asking this innocently or he was trying to embarrass me. His face and eyes were so innocent that it was hard for me to believe that he was playing with me!

Me: No… I mean yes…

Nandu: I did not get you mausi.

Me: No… actually sometimes… Arre… as you helped me yesterday with wearing my inner wear, likewise your mausa-ji also helps me out and sometimes while doing that… I mean…

I tried to keep my voice as normal as possible, but it was trembling in excitement while saying all these to my sister’s son!

Me: Sometimes your mausa-ji grabs my breast and then only… I mean his fingers might touch my nip… I mean … nipples.

Nandu: But… but… Aaaiiiiii! Does mausa-ji does this to you? You are err… tickling me mausi!

Me: Nandu beta! What can I do? Those are so small that I am unable to get hold of them! Your mausa-ji never faces this problem naa!

Nandu: Why?

Me: What sort of stupid question is that?

Nandu: I mean… you said that mausa-ji doesn’t face this problem, but… but how can that be? Nipples are nipples, yours or mine – they cannot be as big as mangoes!

I was really getting carried away by this ‘ticklish’ conversation. My hands were still rubbing his chest and I was now too close to him and certainly if Nandu wanted he could easily hug me and press my ripe boobs to his chest. But nothing of that sort took place.

Me: What rubbish! I know very well that nipples cannot be that big, but not like these… like tiny nuts!

Nandu: Eh! The way you are saying mausi seems as if yours’ are like grapes!

Me: Err… I mean of course.

Nandu: Huh! No way. I don’t believe that!

Me: What? You don’t believe what?

Nandu: That your nipples are like the size of grapes.

Me: Arre… What sort of idiot is this! Don’t you know females possess larger nipples than you males?

Nandu: Yes, that I know, but a grape is like this….

Saying that he indicated the size of a grape through his right hand fingers and showed it to me.

Nandu: Mausi, am I to believe that girls have this big a nipple!

Me: Arre… not all girls…

Nandu: Don’t fool me mausi.

Me: Oho! How can I make you understand! You are so young!

Nandu: Don’t just avoid saying I am young. Tell me mausi…

I was really wondering what to say to this boy.

Nandu: If you don’t tell my mom, I can… I can tell you a secret mausi.

Me: What secret?

Nandu: That’s why I am all the more certain that you are not saying a right thing!

Me: What secret?

Nandu: I can confess to you, but don’t tell this to…

Me: … your mom. Okay baba. Take my word and go ahead.

Nandu: Mausi, we had a maid servant some months ago, now she has left our job, but she was… I mean mausi… how shall I put it? Err… she was very, very shameless.

Me: Why?

Nandu: Mausi, she used to change her clothes in front of me.

Me: What’s the big deal in that? Yesterday only you clasped my bra. From that angle I was also changing my clothes in front of you.

Nandu: Uhu! Not like that mausi. She always did that. I mean… how can I tell you… you are so much elder…

Me: Oho! You don’t have to say anything. Just answer my questions. What did she do? She opened her blouse in front of you while changing her clothes?

Nandu: No, no. She is not as old as you.

Me: Hmm… she is unmarried then?

Nandu: Yes.

Me: What did she wear?

Nandu: Choli-ghagra and you know mausi, whenever mom was asleep in the afternoon, she used to change her clothes in front of me though at other times she used the toilet.

Me: Hmm… and you watched her?

Nandu: What should I do if she…

Me: Great! Did she wear any inner wear?

Nandu: Yes, only in lower portion.

Me: You saw her breasts? Fully unclothed?

Nandu: Ye… yes mausi, She used to show them openly to me while changing her choli, but as I was saying, her nipples were just slightly bigger than me.

Me: Hmm… Now I understand why you were so adamant at that time to agree to my words?

Nandu smiled mildly.

Me: But my dear Nandu. There is a difference between married and unmarried girls. You won’t understand that.

Nandu: Tell me naa, I want to know mausi.

Me: Hmm… but… Okay.

Suddenly an idea struck me!

Me: But for that I must know that you are ‘big’ enough so that I can share you these secrets!

Nandu: Mausi, I am grown up now. Tell me naa…

Me: I agree to you, but I must see to believe!

Nandu: What do you want to see mausi?

My throat was getting dried up now, but I had gone so far into this that I did not want to look back. I shed my remaining tinge of verbal shame!

Me: I want to see your whole body so that I know you are grown up now.

Nandu: Mausi… but I am quite grownup now. I will feel very ashamed in front of you.

Me: Why? What will happen if I see you without your brief?

Nandu: No, not that anything will happen. But… but mausi, I am no longer that little boy that I used to be!

Me: Nandu, that’s what I want to see! How big you have grown? That I can know only by seeing that organ beta!

Nandu: Oh! Is it like that mausi? Then I am opening my brief.

Nandu, though was hesitant, ultimately decided to drop his brief to the floor and his tool simply jumped out from its confined state and I was so pleased to see it! It was not very long, but stout and erect and was freely dangling its head in the air. It was of course no comparison to my husband’s lund, but I was excited seeing its youthful size and the pink head.

Nandu: Mausi…

Me: Telling baba! Hmm. Let me see it first properly. The little boy has grown up so much! Wah!

My pussy was now vastly itching and I could sense a little wetness also seeing this marvelous site, which is a very welcome site for any married woman. I was intently looking at his young lund and narrated what definitely was the least desirable for a class XI student – that too from his mausi’s mouth!

Me: Nandu, these are very secret facts and you should never divulge them to anyone. You should know that there are some basic changes that happen to a girl’s body after marriage. How should I put it? Okay, I am telling you with my example, it will be easier for you to comprehend.

Nandu: Right mausi.

Me: Before my marriage my boobs and nipples appeared probably like that, as you told you have seen your maidservant’s tits while she was changing her dress in front of you. After marriage actually when the male and the female starts living together, they share a close relation physically. Likewise after my marriage also when I shared the bed with your mausa-ji, he used to… you know do the general things… like give me a hug or adore me. Are you getting me?

Nandu: Yes mausi.

Me: Good. Now tell me when you go to buy a tennis ball in the shop, how do you decide the best one?

Nandu: Easy! I check the ball’s hardness, its surface for grip, and its bounce.

Me: Absolutely. Likewise a married man checks his wife’s balls. Every night your mausa-ji also checked my mammaries, but here the mode was slightly different. He squeezed and cupped them to feel its roundedness and firmness. He could not bounce them of course like your tennis ball!

Nandu: Ha ha hah…

Me: So when I started getting regular touching and squeezing on my breasts, they started growing bigger. This is a special phenomenon of the female breasts.

Nandu: I see.

Me: When you will marry, you will also do the same to your wife, that’s human nature, but it does not remain restricted to squeezing only. When your mausa-ji made love with me on bed, he hugged me, he kissed me, he squeezed my breasts, he pinched my buttocks, and he even took me in his lap. So, all these are called foreplays and when a man and a woman do this they feel excited.

My voice was getting husky and I licked my dry lips with my tongue to maintain composure.

Nandu: Then?

Me: Then in that excitement your mausa-ji used to lick my breasts…

Nandu: Over your blouse?

Me: Uff! What sort of idiot is this! Of course not!

Nandu: Sorry mausi. Okay.

Me: While your mausa-ji kissed and embraced me initially, he removed my dress. Then he licked my breasts and nipples. And everyday when he started doing that, my nipples also started to grow. And then your didi was born I used to breast-feed her and that process made my nipples even bigger in size.

Nandu: Oho! Now I get your point.

Me: It’s about time also you duffer!

Nandu: Now just stand still and let me complete the cleaning.

I started to soap his body again and obviously my focus was on his lund, which was hanging freely in the air. Listening to my lusty descriptions, it has grown bigger and looked more attractive now. I honestly felt like sucking it!

My hands reached his navel and then going further down touched his pubic hairs. Nandu was evidently very uncomfortable as now my hands were approaching his erect dick.

S-u-n-i-t-a! S-u-n-i-t-a!

As if someone slapped me! I was immediately back on the grounds of reality. I immediately responded realizing my husband needed me for some reason. I quickly wrapped my sari around my body and looked desperately one last time at Nandu’s dangling dick before getting out of the toilet. I cursed Manohar the whole day as he deprived me of the golden opportunity to enjoy Nandu’s young tight lund. It was so frustrating – neither my husband would do anything physically/sexually with me nor would he allow me to go my own way – that whole day I repented innumerable times regarding Manohar’s interruption at the pinnacle.

Nothing much happened further that day, but I was on the right track of slow poisoning Nandu sensually!

Day #3

The morning greeted me with the good news that Manohar would be out for some work and would return by lunch. Though my maidservant would be there working in the house till 10 a.m., I would surely extract time for Nandu exclusively after that. I quickly had my plan chalked out in my mind so that it looks absolutely normal to him as well as it serves my purpose. At about the time when my maidservant Gayathri was about to leave, I started cleaning the house. Nandu was going through some storybook that his mausa-ji had gifted him yesterday.

As soon as Manohar went out, I changed my sari. I deliberately selected a somewhat flimsy sari so that Nandu’s eyes keeps glued to my body. As I checked myself in the mirror I noticed my sari revealed my blouse and petticoat adequately through it. In any case, due to the feeling of tautness in my breasts I was not wearing an undergarment inside my blouse during the morning hours; so I was looking rather sexy in this transparent sari with my freely swaying boobs. I was wearing a panty because actually I was wearing it from last night. In fact, last night we all went out for a dinner and coming back I was feeling so sleepy that I just changed to a nighty and went to bed and did not feel like removing the panty.

It was about time for Gayathri to leave and I called Nandu and involved him also for cleaning up the bookshelf. After 10-15 minutes Gayathri left and I closed the front door. Now there was only Nandu and me in the house. My heart started to race faster and an uncanny feeling was wrapping me. I closed my eyes and tried to take control over my nerves before coming to the dining hall where Nandu was. I started to work according to my plan. I went to the bathroom to pick up the mopper and went back to the dining hall. As I passed Nandu, who was crouching in front of the bookshelf, I noticed he took a peep through my sari and got a gala view of my fleshy deep navel from a low angle. I had of course tied my sari below my navel. Already I could feel that I was driving my hormones crazy.

I yawned in front of Nandu raising my both hands in the air to give him a very sexy view of my body and then tucked my sari to my waist, a bit more than usual, just above my knees and also lowered my sari a bit more off my waist to expose my hips. I secured the pallu in position and was about to clean with the mopper.

Me: Nandu, leave the bookshelf and sit there.

I just started wiping with the mopper without waiting for his reply. I could notice that Nandu wasn't wasting any chance whatsoever and was eyeing at my exposed legs very clumsily as he sat on the chair beside the bookshelf. I was quite aware of his peeking glances all over my body. Honestly, this was turning me on too quite a bit. I mopped the floor as slowly as possible giving him ample leg and cleavage show in my semi-parent sari.

Me: Okay, so that it.

I was done with mopping the hall and was taking the mopper back to the bathroom. Nandu looked somewhat disappointed, which was apparent also, as he must have been thinking that my show had come to an end. Hence I quickly assured him with a passing comment.

Me: Get ready Nandu, you will need to help me when I come back.

Nandu: Ji mausi.

I came back to the hall with a dirty cloth and a stool.

Me: Nandu, I will clean the fan. Just see how much dirt it has gathered!

Nandu: Oh! Okay mausi. Tell me what I need to do?

Me: Place this stool right below the fan.

The stool was moderately high with two steps at its sides to climb up. Nandu readily positioned the stool underneath our ceiling fan in the dining space. This time I portrayed a very alluring observation for him as I climbed up the stool.

Me: Oho! Fetch me that cloth.

I pretended as if I forgot to pick up that dirty wet cloth before mounting on the stool.

Nandu: Sure mausi. Here it is.

He eagerly fetched me the wet cloth and stood by my side grinning as if he was waiting for my next command! “This boy is learning fast!” I said to myself and told him what he was waiting to hear probably.

Me: Nandu, can you just hold the stool?

Nandu: Yes, yes, why not? Mausi, please be careful regarding your balance while standing on the stool.

Me: Since the floor is wet you better hold it appropriately!

I saw he bent down a bit and held the edges of the stool. Everything was falling in place as I had planned. I lifted my arms to clean the fan while Nandu kept holding the stool. I had left my pallu free flowing over my shoulder on purpose, so within a few seconds my pallu gave way and moved quite a bit in the midrib section exposing my bare tummy completely. I continued cleaning in that position and looked down to only find Nandu enjoying a great view of my navel and boobs from that angle.

Me: Nandu, hold it properly beta, if I fall I will surely break a bone!

Nandu: Mausi, you just don’t worry.

Nandu was sufficiently tall and I saw from the corner of my eyes that his face was actually only inches away from my waistline and I could feel the hot air from his breath brush the base of my belly. In fact, I reacted to it and tucked my belly inwards a bit and really enjoyed doing that! At this very matured age of 40, the slut inside me was getting released by this class XI boy!

As I began cleaning the first wing of the fan, I had to stretch my arm wider, away from my body, and also had to part my legs significantly wide to reach till the tip.

Me: Oops!

I said to myself as I instantly realized that my sari was tucked up and already half of my legs were exposed and now as I parted my legs my situation was rather vulnerable. And within moments what Nandu did simply made my whole face red like a cherry!

Nandu: Mausi, one sec.

Me: What happened?

Nandu: A coin slipped off my pocket.

Me: Oh! Okay, pick that up.

It did not miss my eyes that Nandu purposefully dropped the coin from his side-pocket and left the hold of the stool briefly so that he could pick up the coin. He bent down and as he was picking up the coin I noticed his head was still up looking at me and in fact was peeping underneath my sari! Suddenly I was very conscious of my nudity underneath my sari excepting the scanty cover of my panty and before I could even react, I could make out he was getting an unhindered view of my panty as he straightaway lifted his head up from that awkward position below.

Nandu seemed mesmerized for a few seconds, which actually seemed for a lifetime to me. I shifted uncomfortably and tried to close my thighs together.

Nandu: Okay mausi. Am back! You continue the cleaning.

Nandu held the stool with his hands, but all this while his eyes remained riveted inside my sari until he was up beyond that point and stood at my waist level. I continued with cleaning the blades of the fan. As I was wiping the blades with my arms raised, my left breast got completely off the sari pallu and my sweaty blouse could hardly contain my fully erect nipple. Nandu must have been more than obliged to view my bra-less juggling breasts from that angle.

Now I went ahead to the next move of my plan.

Me: What happened Nandu? Why is the stool moving? Are you not holding it properly?

My reaction was sudden enough to catch Nandu on the wrong foot.

Nandu: No, no mausi. I am holding it correctly.

Me: Then why did it move?

Nandu: Where? It’s absolutely okay mausi. Don’t worry.

Me: Uhuh! I think the base of the stool is not that firm. O… Okay… Do one thing!

I paused just for a second.

Me: You… You just hold me along with the stool to be on the safer side.

Listening to this, Nandu’s face turned more cheerful as if that was his hidden desire!

Nandu: Sure mausi. And that way you will be much safer.

I could feel his left hand immediately on my foot. The room seemed to be charged up with an air of sexual feelings and I closed my eyes as I was feeling Nandu’s hands on my naked legs just below my knee. Nandu was still looking up at the fan (=me) to see how it was cleaned. I was trying to concentrate on my job and was about to clean the last wing of the fan. Just within seconds, I could clearly feel his hand creep up a bit unmistakably. This movement of Nandu easily sent shivers all through my body. I felt his left hand creep up on my bare leg and rested on my knee. I was also made up of flesh and blood and was unable to ignore this lad’s moves.

Me: Nandu… err… I am feeling a bit awkward as you are holding to only one leg. It’s better if you could hold me with both hands. I will feel… I mean will feel secure then.

Nandu: Sure mausi. Sure. Why not?

Warning bells started ringing in my head as I could feel Nandu holding my bare knees just below my tucked up sari with both hands.

The one side of my mind was screaming to stop such alluring things to this young innocent class XI boy as I was entering the 'point of no return' at that very moment. However, the other half of my mind was already lulled and taken control by my basic sexual need and hidden desire. In this brief conflict, the needs overtook the reason and I continued to clean the blade of the fan while I was thoroughly enjoying the touches of his hand on my bare legs.

I could easily comprehend that Nandu was also getting the courage at this juncture and his hands was very slowly creeping up my knees. His palms were soft, but firm and they tiptoed up my legs centimeter by centimeter. I looked down for a moment and realized his hands were about to enter within my sari and behaved that I was totally ignorant of his moves. I also noticed that the young lad was also sweating, not just because the fan was switched off, but also for his bold moves on his mausi!

As I wiped the last blade eternally I felt Nandu’s hands were for the first time inside my sari and petticoat and touching the base of my well formed smooth thighs and resting squarely there. I made a hissing sound by which actually I tried to control my emotions. Nandu was maturing by the minute! His index finger was very subtly drawing some circles on my warm bare thighs and pressing the flesh with his other fingers. And he was doing all these while his face was innocently looking at the fan. This truly was a very very diverse sensation and I had never felt likewise even with Manohar ever before! Nandu was clearly arousing me sexually but we both behaved that we are ignorant to each other – this surely was a totally new experience for me!

Naturally with this sort of hot action, my pussy itched vigorously and I had to scratch it once in order to even stand properly. I looked at my hands - both were wet with dirty water and I was holding the mopping cloth also. Moreover, Nandu was standing so close to my body. I wondered how could I at all scratch my pussy to overcome the itch! I waited some moments. Nandu’s hands never halted! He must have been enjoying the heat that my thighs were already generating and seemed pretty engrossed in it.

But I was desperate!

Me: Nan… Nandu…

He immediately stopped his hand movement on my legs.

Nandu: Ye… yes mausi?

Me: I mean… can you help… I mean help me a bit?

Nandu: What?

Me: Actually I am having… Well… actually as you can see my hands are all wet with this dirty water, can you do me a favor?

Nandu: Surely.

Me: I am… I mean… I am having a vigorous itch. Uff! I can’t stand it.

Nandu: Where? Tell me naa mausi, I will rub the area.

Me: Yes, that’s what I was saying… actually its there… below my waist.

How could I say directly that I was having an itch in my pussy? I tried to be as modest as possible.

Nandu: Below your waist… at the back?

Me: No, no. In the… err… in the front. Here…

I indicated my sari-covered genital area to Nandu.

Nandu: Oho! Okay. Okay.

He had already taken out his hands from under my sari and now he took his right hand right to my panty-covered pussy and touched me right over my honey pot!

Nandu: Here mausi?

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaah! Yes, yes.

He placed his “killer” right hand palm just over my pussy and pressed there! I closed my eyes and sighed out aloud. Nandu started rubbing my crotch over my sari and it was such a vulgar scene yet I felt so relaxed as he did that. He was rubbing me directly on my love spot over my sari, petticoat, and panty and must have felt my curled, dense bush of pubic hair. I even shamelessly directed him to be at the right spot!

Me: Yes, f-i-n-e…. Now a little below. Ahhhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhhhh.

Nandu: Okay mausi.

Me: Yes, yes. Right. Ahhhhhhhhh! But don’t just rub you idiot! Scratch hard!

Nandu: As you say mausi.

Nandu was now almost grabbing my pussy over my sari with his right hand as he rubbed and scratched my crotch vigorously. Though I was not getting 100% comfort from my vaginal itch as I felt like inserting a finger in my slit, but this was undoubtedly a hair-raising sensual experience for me. I could well realize that I was dying to get naked now in front of this class XI guy and get fucked by him. But some good senses probably still prevailed inside me and I somehow was able to press the ‘stop’ button.

Me: Ahhhhhhhh! O…. Okay. Tha… Thanks Nandu. Am feeling err… better.

Nandu: Okay mausi.

He was still very obedient to me unlike any other male to whom if given this sort of tempting indulgence, he surely would have made me naked by this time and fucked me hard without a miss. But since I was his own blood-related mausi and an elderly lady at her 40s, he probably could not gather that courage in him to pin me down. My condition was indescribable. I obviously had stopped cleaning the fan and gasped for breath standing on the stool with my legs wide apart. I was wondering how to get him in the groove to pin me down, but right at that moment just as a buffalo enters a pool of lotus, the doorbell rang and smashed my whole build-up to smithereens!

It was my brother! Nandu’s mama! He got the news earlier that Nandu had come to stay in the vacation with us and as he got an early off today from his office (=school) due to the death of a founder-member, he came to meet him! I was fully puzzled what to do and felt like, if nothing else, get fucked by my brother! I pretended that I had to do much cleanup and left the place as quickly as possible and behind closed doors I tried to masturbate, but unfortunately could not have a full discharge due to my menopausal problems. Like the previous day, I was left with a feeling of incompleteness with my boobs aching and discharging wetting my bra, but where I wanted the discharge – my vaginal path – remained semi-dry!

Day #4

Yesterday the whole afternoon I writhed in body aches and restlessness and somehow managed till my brother was there in the house. As he left I immediately decided to go to the doctor. Manohar was also back by that time and he accompanied me to the doctor. I used to visit Dr. Mrs. Kothari whose chamber was nearby and who in fact delivered my only issue also. She examined me and declared that I was on the verge of menopause and hence I was getting such erratic symptoms. She prescribed me a lubricant cream to apply at my vagina twice and an ointment for my boobs to be applied once a day. She told me that since the latter was to be applied only once a day, I could take help of my husband and apply that at night before sleep. She also gave me some sleeping pills to have longer sleeps and for soothing my nerves. She advised me to refrain from any sexual acts or sexual thoughts for the next 3-4 days before she checks me again.

But that night time even after taking the pills time and again that scene was coming to my mind where Nandu was rubbing my pussy over my sari while I was standing on the stool for cleaning the ceiling fan. I was visualizing the way I was gyrating my hips as his fingers rubbed and pressed over my love spot! He could clearly feel my curly pubic hairs and slit inside my panty – how shameful! Issss… how could I do that! Nandu must be masturbating hard tonight thinking of me.

The next morning I was in fact feeling much better. Thanks to my GYN doctor! My usual morning breast aches, especially around my nipples, was minimal and since I had a long tight sleep, I was feeling very refreshed too! Of course, I ignored my doctor’s advice to refrain from sexual acts and thoughts and indulged myself into Nandu again!

As I served the breakfast today I did not miss to make good use of my big firm milk tanks because as I moved to give the food from the side to Nandu who was sitting on the table, I deliberately brushed and pressed my globes on his head and face a number of times. And it was all the more easier for me as Manohar was still shaving and I capitalized the opportunity to magnetize Nandu again. I must say this class XI boy was having a gala time enjoying his vacation with my heavy teasing. As I moved back to the kitchen I walked slowly and swung my wide fleshy buttocks appreciably so that Nandu did not miss that. I was sure he was getting a full and unrestricted view of my sari-covered pumpkin ass.

I was just waiting for my hubby to leave so that I could get this young lad into the right groove again. Manohar took his time and went off at around 10:30 and I released my maidservant Gayathri a bit early to ensure the coast was clear and safe.

Me: Nandu! Nandu! Can you come to my room once beta?

Nandu almost came running as if he was anticipating that I would call him, as his mausa-ji was not at home! He was clever enough to realize that by this time. I was already on bed waiting like a cunning lioness for the innocent lamb!

Me: Yesterday, you know, the doctor gave me an ointment for relief.

Nandu: I see. Are you better now mausi?

Me: Yes, definitely. But I have a problem now…

Nandu: What mausi?

Me: Actually the doctor told me to apply the ointment twice a day. Your mausa-ji applied them yesterday night and will again apply them tonight, but I need to apply it now.

Nandu: When will mausa-ji return?

Me: If it can be done through him, why should I call you at all! He will have lunch coming back.

Nandu: No, I mean you can get it done by him when he returns.

Me: Nandu, the doctor told me to apply it once around 12 before going to bath.

Nandu: O! I see. Sorry. Then how can I help you mausi?

He was coming to the right track now.

Me: Actually I was a bit confused whom to ask for help as its…

Nandu waited for me to complete the sentence though I fumbled.

Me: I mean actually its meant for my breasts.

Nandu looked at my breasts, but as soon as our eyes met, he shifted his gaze elsewhere quickly.

I indicated him to bring in the medication tubes that were on the cot-side table. He brought the ointment-bottle and the cream.

Me: This is not required for now…

I indicated to my vaginal cream and he kept it back on the table.

Me: But Nandu, one thing, you must give word that you will not tell anybody that you are helping me with… with… I mean with this massage.

Nandu seemed surprised. Or was he pretending?

Nandu: But… but why mausi? What’s the harm?

Me: Uff! Do you always need to act like that? Tell me, why I went to the doctor yesterday?

Nandu: You… you were having some problems, that’s why.

Me: Right, but where?

Nandu: Umm… Err… that I don’t know exactly mausi.

Me: Then? Just see. That’s why I am telling you naa… If I am saying you not to tell others, definitely there is some logic behind that. Isn’t it?

Nandu frowned at me and I could realize he was still not sure what I meant.

Me: See, yesterday actually I went to the doctor since I was having some pains in my breasts and also in my… err… what should I say… there.

I shamelessly indicated towards my sari-covered pussy area to him with right hand.

Me: How can I share this to everybody? Can I?

Nandu: Oho! Now I got you.

Me: Huh!

I pretended to be offended about Nandu.

Nandu: Sorry about that mausi.

Me: It’s okay. Don’t waste any more time. Let me lie down first.

Nandu opened the ointment bottle and started opening its cap. Did I hear a faster heartbeat within me?

Me: How much to take mausi?

Me: O-h-o! What are you doing? Wait…

Nandu: Why? What happened now?

Me: O God! What sort of buffoon is this! Will you apply the ointment over my blouse, you dupe!

Nandu’s eyes as if glittered getting the direct hint from his 40-year-old mausi to open her blouse!

Nandu: Oho! Sure mausi. Just a second!

He quickly kept the bottle on bed and advanced towards my pillow. I looked up from my lying position – the door of the room was open, but since there was no one in the house, I was pretty safe. Still, probably out of my womanly shyness, I asked him to close the door as I was mentally quite geared up to do a shameless exposition in front of this young lad. He followed my command like an obedient dog and came back to the bed again.

Me: Okay, now open…

I had already removed the pallu off my mammaries and soon felt Nandu’s cold nimble fingers on my blouse opening each hook, one by one from the top. I felt his fingers were surprisingly steady for this act! I closed my eyes and had naturally started breathing heavily. I could feel his fingers touching my naked cleavage and the bulge of both boobs over my brassiere. After all the hooks were open, I rolled over and rasied my arms in the air so that he could pull off the blouse completely off my body.

Me: Fine. Now, pull the one too.

I gave him the command lying on my stomach on the bed. I must have been looking ravishingly sexy with my whole back fully nude except for the bra strap. Nandu’s cock must have gotten hard seeing me in this position.

Nandu: Y… yes m… mausi.

I heard the stammer in his mouth. I almost quivered as I felt his tender fingers working with my bra hook. He was able to open my brassiere after three to four tries. “Good job”, I thought considering him to be a class XI kid. I still remember my early married days when my husband always fumbled at opening my bra hook and most times he used to just drag my bra up over my breasts during our intimate love sessions.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! It feels so good to be out of it.

Nandu: Yes mausi, it was so close fitting!

I rolled over again to lie on my back and automatically out of reflex my hands came to cover the beauty of my naked globes. For the first time probably I felt shy to be absolutely topless in front of my sister’s son. Nandu was about to pull my brassiere off my breasts when I stopped him.

Me: Can you… I mean… Nandu, can you please close the windows. I am… I am feeling very shy.

Nandu: But… but curtains are already there mausi! How could anyone peep?

Me: Nandu, just do what I am telling you to do!

Nandu reluctantly got off the bed again and closed the two windows and suddenly there was some dearth of light in the room as the door and the windows were both closed; however, we could see each other pretty evidently.

Me: Now, its better.

Nandu was back near my head and now I myself pulled off my bra from my boobs making them completely exposed. I could well realize Nandu was thunderstruck for a while seeing the gorgeousness of my matured, round, firm mammaries.

Me: What are you looking at?

Nandu: No… no nothing.

He quickly took the ointment bottle and avoided my eye contact.

Me: Do they look good?

I directly asked him shedding all my inhibitions.

Nandu: Ye… yes…. Surely mausi!

I smiled seeing his uncomfortable and hopeless condition. Now I was also eager to know how hard his lund was seeing my naked upper treasures, but wondered how to know that!

Me: Don’t just sit idle, start your work.

Nandu: Oh! Right mausi!

Nandu opened the ointment bottle and took some liquid on his palm and started rubbing it with both hands.

Me: But yesterday, you know Nandu, the doctor told another thing.

Nandu: What?

Me: He said whoever massages your boobs, you also need to massage him in return.

Nandu: Irk! That’s something I am hearing for the first time!

Nandu seemed quite amused hearing that.

Me: Yes, because this is not a normal massage naa…

Nandu: Hmm. That’s true.

Me: So yesterday night when your mausa-ji massaged me, I also massaged him.

Nandu: But if I don’t have a pain, why should you massage me?

Me: That’s the trick beta! You will develop the pain as you start massaging.

Nandu: Really. Lets see!

Nandu had mixed and rubbed the oil well on his both palms and now grabbed my both boobs and started massaging. I as if got the shock of my life! I simply shivered and just closed my eyes as I felt his oily hands on my naked boob flesh. And naturally my exposed nipples also instantly got erect getting the touch of Nandu directly on them. Both my nipples were rock hard and fully erect instantly! I was gasping for breath as he continued to softly massage my big naked boobs.

Me: Aaaaaaahhhh! Uiiiiiiiii reeee! Uff! It feels so g-o-o-d….

Nandu was also gaining in confidence and courage. The gentle rubbing and massaging was converting into tighter squeezes of my taut boob flesh. Obviously I was greatly enjoying his massage and squeezing and was writhing in excitement as he continued to feel the roundedness and tightness of my warm mammaries in both hands.

Me: Aaah! Nandu… Press them h-a-r-d!

Nandu readily increased the force with which he was grabbing my boobs and gave me such a very tight squeeze with his right hand just like a matured male that I was confused whether I was with a class XI boy or Manohar! I looked at his face and it clearly depicted a ‘if you demand more, I can deliver more’ type of attitude!

Me: Now, I will also massage you, my dear!

Nandu was kneading and massaging my firm tits with both hands as if squashing flour with water to make a ‘roti’!

Me: N-a-n-d-u, are you feeling any pain?

Nandu: Ye… I mean no!

I could not wait any longer and simply grabbed his lund inside his pajama.

Me: Wow!

That was my instant reaction feeling the hardness of his lund inside his pajama.

Nandu: Oh! Mausi… what are you doing?

I did not listen to him and started caressing and pressing his young erect lund and tried to grasp it in my hand, but was unable to do that as he was wearing a brief under his pajama.

Nandu: Mausi, p-l-e-a-s-e! What… Eii…. what are you doing?

I was more eager now to take his lund out of his pajama and instantly worked in my mind what to do next to fulfill my desire!

Me: What…. What’s this? Stop. Stop massaging!

All of a sudden I pretended to be angry about something.

Nandu: M… mausi, what’s up?

Me: I say stop massaging…. Shame on you Nandu!

Nandu looked very confused and somewhat pale at my sudden change of mood, but he was still holding to my naked boobs!

Nandu: Ma… mausi… what happened? Did I do anything wrong?

Me: Wrong? What’s this? Why is it so hard?

I kept holding and pressing his erect lund inside his pajama.

Nandu: Err… I… I don’t know mausi.

Me: Am I a fool that I would not understand? Your mausi asked you for some help and you are enjoying her helplessness! Shame on you Nandu!

Nandu: Mausi, please don’t be angry… but I did not do anything… believe me…

Me: Then?

He quickly removed his hands now off my bare tits and his head drooped before me. I was thoroughly enjoying this innocent boy’s messy condition.

Me: Speak up! Tell me how did it become so hard?

Nandu: Mausi… I mean err… as soon as I started opening your blouse for the massage, I was… I was feeling… feeling something in my body… and then only it got… hard.

Me: So that means you enjoyed opening my blouse and seeing my naked breasts. Huh! It’s a disgrace… you are like my son Nandu….

Nandu: Mausi, I did not have any such intention, believe me mausi…

Me: Then? What is this?

I indicated and stroked his penis over his pajama.

Nandu: Mausi… I got carried away. I have never opened a girl’s blouse like this!

Me: That’s all right! But you are applying a medicine to me? Isn’t it? That’s why I have opened my blouse in front of you. Will I go to anyone and open my blouse for a massage! What do you think of me?

Nandu: No, no mausi. I… I…

All this time I was sitting on the bed, still in a complete topless condition, conversing with this Class XI boy.

Me: I never expected this from you Nandu! Even yesterday night when your mausa-ji was massaging me, I in turn massaged his… but he was not as hard as you!

Nandu remained silent with his head drooping and naturally seemed quite anxious and confused.

Me: Speak up!

Nandu: Mausi… I had never touched a girl’s breast and… and your breasts are so beautiful and big. I… I got carried away…

Me: Hmm. Let me see how much you are “carried away”! Open your pajama once.

Nandu looked at me with a “question mark” on his face.

Me: Open it. Open it. Let me see. Stand up and open it.

Nandu realized that he has to be in a “pants down” position and hence stood up on bed and started opening the thread of his pajama. He pulled it down slowly and his brief expectedly looked like a tent. He now pulled his brief down top his knees and in front of my face was a naked young erect dick! I noticed Nandu’s lund was now fully erect and the pink head showed up through his foreskin. My lower jaws hung down seeing this very inviting scene.

Me: Hmm. So this is the way you are helping me for a massage! Just see! How big it has grown!

Before Nandu could say anything I grabbed his naked penis in my right hand and inspected it.

Me: Ouuuuuuuuuu! Shhhhhhhhhhh……….

It was such a heavenly feeling to grab this young hot lund and that too after such a gap! I have honestly forgotten when I last grabbed and played with my husband’s dick because the last few times we had intercourse it was such an irritating routine phenomenon! Manohar just kept hugging me on bed and pushed his head inside my dense boobs, then somehow lifted my nighty till my waist first and then up to my shoulder and played with my naked tits and that’s all! Then he inserts his lund into my hole as if performing a routine task and pumps out his juice and then?

Dozes off!

Thus my excitement was definitely in excess of normal to see, feel, and groping Nandu’s naked lund. Nandu’s condition was pathetic. He was fully excited, his penis was rock hard, his balls were throbbing, but he could not jack off! I was enjoying the whole thing to the hilt and probably even more than a direct fuck!

Me: So Nandu? This is how you planned to massage my breasts!

I played with his rod nodding my head. Though it was limp, but the stiffness was excellent.

Nandu stood like bamboozle not knowing what to reply to me and get out of this situation.

Me: Nandu you said you got carried away touching my breasts… right?

Nandu: Ji… ji mausi.

Me: Okay, now you are not touching my boobs? So lets see whether it comes to normal size or not. If yes, then it’s fine, otherwise I will presume that your outlook is dubious.

I almost sounded like a school teacher threatening her student.

Nandu: But… but… okay.

I was still holding and stroking his lund and there was simply no way his lund could get back to normal position.

Me: Do I need to hide them?

Saying that I indicated to my hanging naked tits.

Nandu: No… no, no.

He was in a real mess and state of embarrassment. He was utterly confused how to normalize his erect penis. I was having a gala time playing and stroking his young stiff lund.

Nandu: Mausi… I mean… I don’t know why I am unable to… err…

Me: Hmm… so that means your…

Nandu: No, no mausi. Believe me! My outlook towards you is clean. I swear!

Me: Hmm, I take your word.

Nandu: Th… thanks!

Me: Okay, okay. But let me try to bring it back to normal.

Nandu: But… but how will you do that mausi?

Me: You just wait and see.

Nandu was still standing on my bed with his hanging naked dick and I was sitting near his legs absolutely topless.

Me: Come near me and put your rod in my mouth.

Nandu: What… what are you saying!

I gave him a strong look and he immediately followed my order.

Nandu: O… okay mausi, as you say.

Nandu came one step ahead and his dangling lund was almost touching the smooth skin of my face. He was waiting that I would take his lund in my mouth, but I wanted him to put it in my mouth. Seeing I was not taking any action, he held his dick with his right hand and made it touch my lips. That was all that I needed!

I embraced his lund with my warm thick lips and was going up and down grazing the whole stiff shaft. This made him more excited and he was now releasing groans being sexually excited. Then I started licking Nandu’s lund and this was the first time I was taking any male’s penis in my mouth apart from Manohar’s. The feeling was inexpressible and my whole body was shaking in excitement. I now started sucking Nandu’s lund making him go mad in excitement. My pace was slow at the beginning, but I myself got so much excited sucking this young cock that within moments I was feverishly sucking his lund. This time I held his cock with both my hands and did the sucking with occasional licking and probing of the pink head of his tight rod. I rolled over my tongue again and again on the tight skin simultaneously squeezing his balls to make things worse for him.

Though I should have realized that this action was a bit too much for this young lad and very expectedly within minutes Nandu exploded right in my mouth. And as I released his cock from my mouth, his sperms spew out all over my face. Nandu looked hopeless and I could not react properly to this also! A drop or two of his sperm was on my lips and I shamelessly licked it with my mouth.

Me: Ooh! It tastes soooooooooooooooooooooooooo g-o-o-d!

Nandu seemed to be eternally discharging as though his cock appeared limp now it was still releasing hot fluid! I could not resist myself and again took his lund in my mouth and started sucking it and this time was gulping his discharge very eagerly.

Nandu: M-a-u-s-i… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Nandu must have been enjoying this oral service thoroughly and so was I. After sucking his last drop I released him off my clutches.

Nandu: Mausi, you… I mean you err… swallowed that?

Me: Why? Do you want it back?

Nandu: He he… how can I get that back? You have already…

Me: Yes, I have gulped that, but I can recreate that if you want!

Nandu seemed curious. I was wiping the sperms dotted on my face with my blouse, as it was due for a wash, so I thought why not use it as a napkin.

Nandu: Yes mausi!

Me: Come here. First let me clean you once.

I wiped off his pubic hairs, which also was soaked with fluid and cleaned his dick with my blouse.

Me: Now don’t stand any more like a pillar. Get out of the bed.

Nandu jumped off the bed like an obedient dog. I was all along talking and sitting before him in my topless condition giving him a very erotic show with my big naked juggling tits.

Me: Now I will recreate in you what I have swallowed!

Nandu: No clue how will you do that mausi!

I smiled at his foolish remark and nodded my head like an experienced campaigner. Nandu was standing by the cot and I also joined him there.

Me: Now hug me as your mausa-ji does.

Nandu looked confused, obviously.

Nandu: But mausi…

Me: What happened? Can’t you give me a hug? You don’t have to be like your mausa-ji, okay? Just hug me idiot!

Nandu: Yes… but…

Nandu was still hesitating.

Me: Oh no! What would I do with this duffer!

Saying that I pulled him towards my body and pressed him tightly with both hands on my body.

Me: Okay? Now you do that to me.

Nandu: O… Okay.

Nandu was clearly hesitant but somehow managed to hug me, but that was also a very cautious approach if I say the least. My bare tits were pressing on his chest and that must have started increasing his blood pressure.

Me: Now let me share your mausa-ji’s secret of hugging. But for heavens sake, please don’t apply that to anybody!

Nandu just nodded. He was probably more interested to get the feel of my big boobs on his chest.

Me: Just see where have you kept your hands?

Nandu: On your… err. back and shoulder.

Me: Right! And that’s the difference between you and your mausa-ji.

Nandu: Where does mausa-ji.. err.. keep his hands?

Me: Here.

Saying that I took his right hand off my shoulder and placed it directly on my sari-covered ass.

Me: Whenever your mausa-ji hugs me, he feels me here… he does not keep his hand stationary, but feels my whole buttock.

That was enough for Nandu to get charged once again. I could feel his limp lund was again gaining strength as his palm felt the tight flesh of my round ass. His left hand also was there on my ass in a flash and not only was he feeling my ass smoothness, but also giving me gentle squeezes there over my sari.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh… yes, do it with both hands…

Nandu: Y… yes m-a-u-s-i.

Now he was gripping my tight ass flesh amply within both palms and squeezing it at his free will. I took my hand quickly to his lund and was astonished to gather how quickly it was getting revitalized!

Immediately the scene of my husband came to my mind. I do not even remember when he fucked me twice in a row in last one to two years! And to get him refreshed for another session was a cumbersome task. He confessed to me that he did not get excited any more seeing me naked once he has ejaculated, neither does he get the stimulation by squeezing my boobs. I tried to charge him up by stroking his limp lund, which also was ineffective. Then we worked out that after one intercourse session if we were interested in another, which was a very rare case though, I had to do some activities so that he gets charged up again.

But, honestly the process was so arduous for me in that state that I did not bother him for a second fuck. I had to do a series of exhibitionism for him to get his lund tighter again, which at times seemed very disgraceful for me. After cleaning up the mess of our first intercourse I had to wear my undergarments again and then go to the toilet. Manohar admitted he felt excited seeing me in that fashion. Then if I drink water or comb my hair or speed up the fan, etc., I had to move about in the room in that scanty outfit. Though no one was seeing me except Manohar, I felt very ashamed moving about like that. He would then lit up a cigarette invariably and till he finished that I had to be in my sheer undergarments, which was a significant period of time and if he felt like he would caress my butts over my panty and squeeze my boobs from over my bra. Lastly when he was stimulated again, I had to once again open my undergarments and engage in the intercourse!

Seeing Nandu’s rate, at which his lund was getting hard and erect, I was vastly excited.

Me: Do you like that Nandu?

I almost whispered in his ears. Nandu’s hands were strongly caressing my tight ass flesh.

Nandu: Y… yes mausi. Very much!

Me: Hmm. I am also enjoying it very much dear! It’s so long that someone has done this to me….

Nevertheless I was feeling so wholly energized after such a long gap! It was such a sensational feeling that I let him have a little reward.

Me: One sec Nandu… let me just pull this up!

Saying that I just pulled up my remaining sari still on my body and my petticoat to my waist so that Nandu could now get his hands on my panty-covered butt cheeks.

Me: Now do your massage!

Nandu was as if given the path to heaven and he started mauling my big, round ass with added vigor and with zero resistance from my end his fingers began to hover over my panty as I held my sari up at my waist! Nandu in his excitement leaned closer and closer to me and massaged my pumpkin ass with both hands. I was completely drenched in a feeling of amazement and strong fervor. I could well realize that the all-too-familiar tingling sensation was nicely building up in between my thighs once again. The more his fingers worked on my panty-covered buttocks, the more the itchy sense grew inside me.

Me: Aaaaaaah! Uuuuuuiiiiiiiiii maaaaaaaaaa! Uffffffffffff! Aaaaaaaaaaaffffffff!

I openly sighed all sorts groans and moans very shamelessly as I was getting massaged by this class XI boy on my gaand.

Me: Aaah! Nandu, stop… stop beta… I can’t take it any more.

Nandu: Oh! O… okay m… mausi!

Me: Aaah! They must be all red by now!

Nandu: What mausi?

Me: My gaand! You rascal! The way you have squeezed them…. Uffff….

I dropped my sari to my feet, but tucked it off my sari from my waist. So I was standing now in front of Nandu only in my petticoat with my both big boobs already fully uncovered. I got up to the bed and invited him there.

Me: Full marks to you for your massage… but let me see how do you massage my back? Doodh and gaand massages were superb my darling!

Nandu: Thanks mausi. I am glad that you liked my massage.

I lied on my stomach on the bed and indicated him to do the needful.

Me: Take some ointment. The cold feeling adds up the fire….

Nandu took some ointment on both palms and started massaging my smooth bare back. There was not even my bra strap to create any hindrance, as the upper part of my body was completely naked. After some minutes when I was really enjoying his tender nimble hands on my bare back, I could realize Nandu was eyeing my boobs. As he massaged the sides on my back, he could see my boobs tightly pressed on bed below my body. He must have felt very much aroused seeing that inviting prospect. He even touched me there a couple of times, but was not bold enough to grip my boobs from that position. I smiled within myself and enjoyed the whole thing and closed my eyes to see what he does.

Suddenly he exerted full force with his fingers from both sides while I was a bit distracted with closed eyes enjoying his feel on my naked back, and as a reflex action I just lifted myself a little reacting to his force. That little room I created was big enough like an airport runway for him and both his hands dived in from both sides of my body and the next thing I knew was both my nipples were invaded. I could only gasp in surprise as his fingers tweaked and pressed my big perky black nipples. I was astounded by his boldness and could not even react verbally!

I was about to turn my head towards him when I heard something in my left ear.

Nandu: Mausi p-l-e-a-s-e! Don’t get angry… I really like to play with those…

Saying that he emphatically twisted both my nipples with his fingers and his hands were now tightly pressed in between my boobs and the bed. I was feeling very uncomfortable and had had to lift my body a little up from the bed and tried to pivot on my elbows. That actually paved way for Nandu to encase my huge left tit in his left hand while his other hand was furiously twisting and pressing with my fully erect right nipple.

Me: Ouch! Eiiiiiii…. Shhhhhhhhhh…… Uiiiiiiiiiiii maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

As I grunted ecstasies of emotions Nandu now placed himself on my back and now had a much better grip of my naked tits. I let out a loud squeal as he continued to cup my breasts under my body weight. After some more moments of enjoyment, I was feeling a pain on my elbows and decided to lay supine. As I placed my head on the pillow, my naked mammaries looked awesome in their full resilient size and my black nipples appeared very swollen and erect. Honestly I was so much aroused after a very long period of time. I myself do not remember when I had last seen my boobs grow so much!

Nandu: Shall I do some more massage there?

I was of course more than willing to get those male hands on my naked tits again.

Me: Sure my dear!

Since I had placed the pillow awkwardly and was lying on bed in a slanted position, there was not much space left for Nandu to sit on my left side, so he shifted his position towards my head and grabbed my boobs from that position and started gently cupping and feeling them again. I could well realize that he was initially feeling the tightness of his 40-year-old mausi’s bursting boobies and slowly was exerting pressure with his fingers and cupping each of my globes feeling the hard erect nipples on his stretched out palms. I was so much elated that I closed my eyes again and was releasing joyful grunts as if in seventh heaven!

With closed eyes I felt as if my husband was playing with my boobs although Nandu’s palm size was much smaller in comparison to Manohar’s. After some moments I sensed something brush my face! It could not be his hands… I thought! I had to open my eyes. I opened my eyes just a little and was initially shocked to see a brown thing just over my eyes, but immediately realized that since Nandu was near my head, his erect lund was now almost touching my face!

I smiled within myself and again closed my eyes, now extracting the delight out of this very ‘special’ touch. Nandu’s lund was now dangling my right cheek. Nandu continued to massage my breasts, seemingly oblivious of this brushing. I now opened my eyes slightly and enjoyed the little “brushes” on my cheek. Nandu’s lund was attaining to full size again getting my touches and though his dick was not a monster one, but it was adequately long and stiff.

Nandu shifted a tad inclining more towards my luscious boobs thereby creating a very tempting position for me. My lips were just millimeters away from his balls. I could not control myself and parted my lips slightly and touched his hanging balls. I was in a complete daze when I found Nandu adjusted his body to drop his balls more into my mouth so that I could suck them! The boy had grown bigger in rather quick time than I imagined!

This action of Nandu as if turned my switch onto the top gear! The tingling inside me was so high now that I felt I would literally explode any moment.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…. What pleasure!

I groaned as I sucked his balls and he was in turn pressing and squeezing my milk tanks. His fingers must have been very tired the way he was continuously massaging my big boobs. But just then I felt as if I was letting out something off my breasts. It was the discharge, about which I was bothered for some days now, for which I went to the doctor also.

Nandu: Mausi, what’s this?

He was quite surprised, of course, and was looking at his fingers covered with that white fluid.

Me: Don’t you know what’s that? It’s milk.

Nandu: Milk? But mausi… it’s so sticky and has an odor too!

Saying that he brought his finger near my nose.

Nandu: See!

Me: Initially when it comes out, its like that only. Suck it properly and you will get the right taste.

Nandu: Su… suck! You mean… err… you want me to suck your breasts, but… but mausi am grown up now to do that!

Me: What do you think? Only babies suck mom’s milk? Big boys also do that.

Nandu: Really! I thought…

Me: Hang your thoughts and do as I say!

He was seriously irritating me by delaying through this chat.

Nandu: O… okay mausi. But for this I will have to… I mean ride on you.

Me: Do that. For so long your mausa-ji had taken a ride, today you ride me! Just lie down completely on me.

Nandu: As you say mausi.

Nandu got on top of me and lay down over me such that his mouth was near my boobs and I could feel his dangling erect lund was now pressing on my panty over my petticoat. I was feeling hysterical and wanted to explode as he started to suck my swollen left nipple. His free hand began to massage my right breast and I couldn’t take it any longer and shamelessly gave a very loud moan. His lips and tongue were now treading on an uncharted territory, a very personal zone for any woman.

Nandu’s right hand was just about doing everything with my free right boob – he was kneading, pinching, and pressing it at his free will while his tongue was probing my left breast feverishly. I was burning in excitement and was parting and closing my thunder thighs inside my petticoat and letting out squeals. But within moments Nandu pulled off his lips off my nipple!

Nandu: Mausi, it… it does not taste good at all!

I was swithing in sexual agony and was letting out moans.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Okay, okay.

Nandu: Let me wipe it clean.

Saying that he took my blouse, which was lying on the bedside, and wiped my juggling naked breasts clean and also cleaned my perky black nipples. I was totally engrossed and was mentally ready to get fucked by this class XI boy!

Me: Uhhhh! I can’t take it any more… Oh!

Nandu: Are you in pain mausi?

Me: Yes, my whole body is aching… open that…

I indicated with my eyes to Nandu to open my petticoat. Nandu of course was more than eager to do that. He quickly opened the knot of my petticoat and as I lifted my buttocks and thighs off the bed, he quickly dragged it from under my gaand down to my ankles. I was fully nude now except that my pussy was covered with my panty. Nandu seemed mesmerized seeing my huge body clad only in that meager panty.

Me: How do I look Nandu?

Nandu: Very beautiful mausi… very beautiful.

Me: Aaaaaaaaah! Do whatever you want to do with me….

I shemalessly gave him the license to fuck me. Nandu went down towards my ankles.

Nandu: Wow! Such big thighs and soooo smooth! Mausi, your legs are also very nice.

He now slowly climbed up my legs inspecting them from close quarters. He was now behaving like a mature male! He touched my legs and slowly moved up to my knees and began massaging my knees. He was feeling the smoothness of my legs with both hands. I parted my legs to give him way to reach my lovespot. Nandu readily accepted that and worked his way up to my inner thighs. He gripped the tatut flesh of my exposed thighs and rubbed them with a lot of force, which made me squirm in excitement. Nandu was changing gears like an experienced fucker. He started caressing my smooth naked thighs forming circles at my inner thigh working his way up! This was simply driving me crazy.

Me: Urrrrrrrrrre! Uuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiii maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! N—a—a—n—d—u!

I lost my control as his left hand pushing up reached very near to my panty and his right hand moved sideways down to my buttocks. I involuntarily parted my thighs wider and gasped for breath as his fingers barely touched my pussy over my undergarment. I was feeling my cramps and my vaginal path was surely getting wet, but very sparingly.

Me: Hey, what are you waiting for? Open my panty, you nitwit! Plunder me!

Immediately I could feel my last ‘lajja vastra’ being pulled below my hips as I arched my heavy hips involuntarily to assist the forceful pulling and off it went past my thighs, the knees, the ankles and down to my feet. Nandu tossed it at the corner of the bed making me absolutely unclothed. I was lying stark naked with my sister’s son!

For the first time a quiver went down through my body making me shy and I remained motionless on bed with my eyes tightly shut. Nandu was on me now, taking control for the first time, hugging me very tightly. His erect dick was pressing me exactly on my naked pussy and his flat chest pressing on my tight boobs. His deep breaths showered on my face, shoulder, and neck and Nandu was making me go wild and craving.

After some moments of tight hugging and cuddling, I was feeling the urge to suck his lund again.

Me: Nandu, once again…

He questioned me through his eyes “What” and I replied through my eyes. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. As I did that I looked at the mirror and I looked horribly sexy sitting like that in bed being fully naked. Nandu quickly got off the bed with his dangling manhood and came around holding his rod to my mouth. I grasped it with both hands and brushed it all over my face and then wasting no time licked it wildly as if I had never seen one before!

I let my hungry tongue dart in and out licking the tip of his penis while I caressed his amazingly tight balls. I gently squeezed them and Nandu was simply groaning aloud like a pig. I took his tool into my open lips and let it slide in within my lips like a stick icecream slowly, inch by inch, finally starting to suck him wildly.

When his tool was inside my mouth fully, I felt it reached the base of my throat and I began sucking the long pole in and out in varying speed. Nandu moaned and groaned so loudly that I was afraid that he would attract the attention of my neighbor!

Nandu: No, mausi, no… Not any more… p-l-e-a-s-e…

I did not listen to him and continued to suck him sitting at the edge of my bed. And then suddenly what happened made me purely flabbergasted. Nandu just stopped me abruptly by pushing my face off his penis, but seeing that I was not in the mood to release his dick, he forcefully dragged me off holding my long hair. Simultaneoulsy with his left hand he pressed and twisted my right nipple with two fingers very tightly and the action was so hard both on my hair and my nipple that I cried out in pain.

Nandu: Uff! Just leave me!

He was still holding onto my hairs as he rebuked me.

Nandu: Don’t you understand that I will explode if you do like this!

As I gathered my senses, tears came to my eyes as I felt extreme pain in my right nipple. I lost control and straightaway slapped him.

Me: Uff! You bastard! Just see what have you done!

I looked down at my right boob and could see the nipple was swollen already and I was having intense pain there and I could see a drop of blood, which his sharp nail had made. Nandu was immediately in an apologetic mood and left my hair.

Me: How dare you hold me by my hair! Your mausa-ji in his whole life did not ever dare to control me like that and you… a young nitwit… hold me by my hairs! What do you think? Since I have opened my sari before you, you can do whatever you like!

Nandu: Sorry mausi…. I am really sorry. I did not mean to hurt you, but… Please forgive me mausi.

Saying that Nandu quickly brought some ointment from my breast massage ointment bottle and applied that to my right nipple. As he caressed my nipple with the ointment I held his ear tightly and commanded:

Fuck me. Right now. Do you get me!

Nandu: But mausi… I have… I mean… err…

Me: What are you mumbling, you rascal?

Nandu: Mausi, I mean I have never fucked any girl…!

What an honest confession!

Before he could even react properly, I hugged him and almost carried to bed making him lie down over my body. For the first time I tool his lips inside mine and kissed him deep. Nandu also kissed me in return, but of course, they were still childish. I sucked his lips time and again and probed my tongue inside his mouth and sucked his tongue also. With my husband I really do not get this opportunity as when he kisses me he takes the lead role and most times I get crippled as he simultaneously either squeezes my boob or grabs my gaand.

But here Nandu being a novice I was able to kiss him for long and really enjoyed that. Then I picked his erect tool and guided it in my lovespot. I could feel his rod thrust deep in me in one quick motion. Though my vaginal path was not as wet as it should be for any other normal woman, Nandu’s stiff lund was able to pop through my hole. And once it was in, he started to conquer me. His dick went half way through my slippery pussy and in the next forceful bang it made its way through fully. Nandu held both my tits and squeezed them and tweaked my nipples in turn while he moved his tool in and out in rhythmic fashion.

I unabashedly screamed louder and louder with pleasure as I was screwed deeper and deeper by this class XI young lad. He thrust his tool in and out, faster and slower, faster and slower, while his hands were not still even for a moment, either playing with my tits, or squeezing them, or tweaking my taut nipples, or fingering my navel. I was shouting at the top of my voice. Tears of pleasure were rolling in from my cheek as I felt the mounting great orgasm inside me – after so many days – after such ignornce from my husband!

Me: Aaaa… Aaaa… Aaaaa…. Please don’t stop Nandu…. Just don’t stop!

I continued to scream loudly as he thrusted inside me each time. My vaginal muscles were trying to cramp his cock, but unfortunately my path was much wider for his slim-sized cock. Since I was married for so long and having intercourse over years with Manohar, my vaginal path had grew wider and muscles there have slackened; so surely I was not getting that tight feeling with Nandu’s young cock, but still it was a very engrossing experience. Nandu also did not feel that pain, which he would normally get fucking a virgin girl. Still his face depicted that he was absorbed in his activity. I felt my whole body go rigid for a moment and I shuddered very violently following that. Looking right into Nandu’s face I continued to shudder and climaxed wildly with a scream.

Me: Ahhhhhhhh…… hhhhhhhhhh……Uuuuuuuuuuuiiiiii!

It was not possible for this young lad to take in any more and he let out a loud groan and within the next couple of thrusts his body arched in a bow-like-shape and he exploded inside me and my whole pussy was filled with his warm juice.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

It was so satisfying! There was no alternative to satisfy oneself other than a fuck for any married woman. I could feel Nandu’s cock getting out of my pussy losing its resilient status. Nandu now lay on top of my body totally exhausted. I closed my eyes and tried to cherish these very satisfying moments, though the uncomfortable part also remained for me, as I did not get the adequate discharge, which made me feel incomplete from the inside.

I do not know how long I was lying like that with closed eyes. Nandu got off me and went to the toilet and cleaned himself. I was still lying on my bed with my legs widely apart in a complete naked state. My pussy lips and pussy hair displayed shamelessly with Nandu’s juices still coming out of my pussy hole.

Nandu: Mausi, mausi! Get up and… err I mean wear something!

Me: Huh! Oh! Y-e-s.

Nandu: I mean if mausa-ji comes back…

I regained my senses immediately hearing the word “mausa-ji” from his mouth and involuntarily my right hand covered my bare tits. I got up though my pussy was aching significantly now. I remembered my doctor’s advice not to engage in sex for the next few days, which I violated today. Nandu was standing close to me and must be enjoying my stripped condition. I don’t know why I suddenly started to feel ashamed; probably my natural instincts were taking up control.

I covered my freely hanging boobs with both hands and stood up. I looked at the mirror, which was at the bedside and blushed vigorously seeing me in that state. Nandu probably could even see my skin pores! I walked naked towards the toilet shamelessly and Nandu obviously was gaping at me. My boobs were swaying sexily with each step and I was rather undecided what to cover – my pussy, or my huge gaand, or my twin peaks!

Day #5 & Day #6

I took my time to regroup myself after that shameless session with Nandu, who was almost like my son. I was unable to make eye contact with Nandu and it seemed every time he was looking at me, he could see me nude through my clothes. I was unable to forget my shameless acts and that he had seen me in a completely stripped condition for a significant period of time. Fortunately, now-a-days I do not ‘meet’ with my husband on bed at all, otherwise would have had a very tough time explaining him how I got that nail mark on my right nipple. Manohar never got a clue what was happening behind his back! Indeed I was feeling very guilty every time I was looking at my husband’s eyes. Nandu also seemed to have been coiled in within himself after experiencing the joy of his first fuck.

Day #7

Today evening Nandu would leave for his home and I wanted to bid him goodbye in my own way. I was not getting the chance as Manohar was at home, but I got the opportunity later in the day when he was out for a short while for some reason. Nandu was in his room and I went there.

Me: Nandu!

Nandu: Y… yes mausi?

I collected all my strength and looked straight at his eyes. Nandu could not face that and lowered his eyes.

Me: Beta, whatever happened that day must remain strictly confidential. Keep that in mind. Under no circumstances you would discuss or share that with anybody. Promise?

Nandu: I know that mausi. You can trust me.

Me: Good. Before you leave…

Nandu: Can I come… I mean mausi, can I come close to you once?

Me: One minute. Nandu you must also promise that this would be the last time and henceforth we will again share our old relationship…

Nandu: Okay mausi, I promise. This will be the last time.

I looked at his eyes and indicated him to come near me. Frankly I was also desirous to hug him once before he leaves for his home. The next few minutes we were in each other’s arms and Nandu felt every inch of my curvaceous body with his hands and I also kissed him vehemently. As Nandu’s hands pressed and squeezed my blouse-covered boobs, my lips were taking the taste of his lips; while his hands were feeling the size of my ample hips, I was pressing my big boobs on his flat chest; while his hands rested squarely on my fleshy hips feeling its roundedness, my hands searched for his cock under his pajama and stroked it. Unfortunately, things were heating up again. Nandu probably realized as he was cupping my ass over my sari that I was not wearing a panty below and his next action rang alarm bells in my mind.

Nandu was slowly pulling my sari and petticoat up my legs and I could clearly figure out his desire to caress my naked buttocks. Though honestly I would also love to be touched that way, but I had to draw the line.

Me: Nandu! No. Don’t do that. Please.

Nandu: Mausi… please. One last time! I will not bother you from tomorrow!

Me: Nandu, I know that, but… Hey! No, no… S-t-o-p!

Before I could react properly in one swift action he was able to bunch up my sari and petticoat way up exposing till my thighs. As his cold hands touched my naked warm thighs I realized I was getting weak.

Me: Nandu, don’t do it. Please! Your… your mausa-ji will be back any moment.

By the time I could complete the sentence I could feel my huge gaand was fully uncovered by this boy. He hiked up my sari well over my waist and started squeezing my tight ass. I also shamelessly succumbed to his moves and hugged him tight to my body. Nandu now left my sari and it dropped retrieving some respect for me though his hands remained on my naked ass underneath my sari. He was pinching my ass, pressing and squashing my tight butt cheeks with both hands. This went on for some more moments and after he was fully satisfied with my gaand pressing, he took out his hands from my buttocks. Nandu was quite stimulated by that time as I could feel his hard lund under his pajama.

Nandu then hugged and started kissing my cheeks with a rejuvenated effort and he was pushing me so hard that I could not keep my balance and had to step back and almost fall on his bed. Nandu virtually pushed me on to his bed and as I sat on it he threw off my pallu off my shoulders. I tried to caution him, but it was too late.

Me: Nandu, behave yourself!

He was like a man-eater now, who had tasted blood once. He jumped on my twin boobs and grabbed them with both hands over my blouse and bra. I could clearly perceive the extra force in his moves and his actions today was so very definitive! I apprehended that he would definitely strip me now and I tried to stop him by holding his hands, but he seemed to be determined to disrobe me.

Me: Stop! Please…

My resistance was too feeble and he was trying to pull up my blouse and bra over my tight boobs.

Me: Nandu… Nandu, this way you will… you will tear my blouse!

But hardly did my reactions reached him and seeing that he was unable to open my blouse hooks quickly, the rascal simply put his hand right inside my blouse and grabbed my luscious mango. His facial expressions had changed and he looked very rough and compulsive. Though I was struggling hard to get myself free from his clutches he managed to pull out my left boob from my blouse! As soon I got the feel of his hand on my naked breast, my struggle lost some mileage and he took full advantage of that and in no time was able to pull out my right breast also over my blouse. I simply looked like a slut sitting like that on the edge of the bed!

Once he succeeded in making both my mammaries exposed over my dress, he took a respite and gaped very offensively at my twin peaks. In spite of being stimulated by his touches, I was feeling very dishonored and could not digest this rapist-like behavior from Nandu and slapped him hard.

Me: What do you think you are doing? You numbskull!

As I slapped and rebuked him, I tried to cover my boobs with my hands, but to my utter surprise Nandu just forcefully held my arms and pushed me to lie down on the bed against my will. In the span of a couple of days Nandu seemed to be a changed person! To my sheer disbelief, he just ignored my slap and was trying to pin me down! The innocence from his face had entirely disappeared!

Me: Nandu, you are crossing the limit! What sort of behavior is this?

Nandu did not care to reply to me and neither did he stop his lewd aggression. He held my arms firmly and was sniffing my chest area and was trying to lick my exposed nipples as I struggled to save my dignity.

Me: Nandu, don’t do this! Please! I am your mausi afterall!

Nandu: Just once mausi… one last time!

Me: What one last time?

Nandu: I want to… want to fuck you mausi! You are so sexy!

I could not believe my ears what I was hearing! My head was as if spinning. Was he the same innocent obedient Nandu whom I had toyed with last few days? I could not digest the fact that a young boy like Nandu was trying to take control over me! Before I could regain my composure he held my outstretched arms in one hand and took his free hand towards my waist and started pulling up my sari from over my legs. My feeling at that time was a very strange mixed one – it was a jumble up of my sexual desire and saving my self-respect. It was like getting molested in my own house!

Me: Nandu… please don’t! No… no… Stop it!

I exclaimed but to no effect! I was struggling to get up because my position was very vulnerable and Nandu was in full control as he was right on top of me. Nandu released my hands and thrusted my head back on the bed and tried to kiss my lips. I was trying my best to evade him now, but he suddenly twisted my stiff swollen right nipple so hard that I screamed out and he was smart enough to utilize the opportunity and sunk his teeth deep into my lower lips. He made me rather horny by this double action and with his other hand when he grabbed my left boob, it was difficult to maintain the struggle that I had been doing.

Me: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

I was groaning sighs of ecstasy though I still very offended by Nandu’s rough behavior.

Nandu: O mausi… you are so s-w-e-e-t! Aaah!

Realizing that I had started to response feebly to his lewd touches, he began to massage by naked tits more aggressively twisting my black nipples time and again with his fingers. Simultaneously he was pressing his erect tool on my pussy over my sari.

Nandu: Sorry mausi, but I was unable to keep myself in check seeing you. You are the most sexy woman of the world mausi… Are you still angry with me?

He kissed my thick cheek and looked straight in my eyes. I was a bit soft now hearing his “sorry” and started enjoying his loving touches.

Nandu: Just see… he cannot wait any long!

Saying that he pressed my pussy area with his crotch making me feel his hard lund there.

Me: Huh!

I tried to show that I was still angry, but then the very next moment what he did made me succumb to his doing. Nandu suddenly released me and got off my body and in one swift action he opened his pajama string and took out his hot dick and placed it right in front of my mouth. Like any married woman, I could not resist myself seeing his heard, erect tool and readily grabbed it forgetting everything!

Me: Ulssssssss…. Ulssssssss…. Chhhhhhhhh…. Ummmm…..

I was creating all sorts of sexy sounds as I sucked his dick lying on the bed. Nandu also was enjoying thoroughly as he had closed his eyes.

Suddenly…

“Ding Dong!” “Ding Dong!”

The doorbell was ringing. Was Manohar back? But that was unlikely because he should at least take half an hour to 45 minutes. Or it was someone else? We both quickly got up and tried to look decent. I pulled down my sari to cover my legs and mammaries and Nandu was busy tying his pajama. Nandu hurriedly went to the window and tried to see from the side who it was.

Nandu: Mausi, its mausa-ji!

Me: O my God! What to do?

Nandu: Don’t panic mausi! I will open the door and you go to the toilet and dress up.

Me: Right.

I almost ran to my room and got inside the toilet as my boobs were still out of my blouse and bra. I heard Nandu open the door. Manohar had some good reasons to get back early and that was indeed a narrow escape. Nandu departed in the evening and I did hug him very normally (as my husband was present there) before he left in the auto-rickshaw for station with Manohar. That was the end of my sexy escapades with my sister’s son, Nandu.

End of Narration of Sunita Bhabie