Guruji Ka Sex Treatment - Part 20

I stood absolutely motionless with my lips wide apart. I was as if thunderstruck! I was simply bowled over by Mama-ji’s outlandish problem.

Mama-ji: Uhhh…. Uhhh…. Beti… please help me… I will die in this pain… its absolutely unbearable. Ooooooooh!

He was almost rolling left and right on the bed in his acute pain. His lungi had moved off his legs and Mama-ji’s hairy legs were exposed till his knees and even a part of his muscular thighs. Even at this crisis hour, my eyes were getting distracted seeing exposed male body.

Me: (trying my level best to look normal) Mama-ji, I mean… shall I… shall I call the doctor?

Mama-ji: Doctor? Huh! I had visited so many times…. You know what…. Aaaahhh…. they asked me to operate. Huh!

Mama-ji was still holding onto his cock with both hands and to my utter disbelief he was even stroking his balls with his fingers! The old man obviously was doing that to alleviate pain, but it looked extremely indecent! His lungi had so dangerously hiked up his hairy legs due to his hands converging at his crotch that I honestly started feeling fairly edgy.

Me: Operate?

Mama-ji: Yes Beti… Ahhhhhhhhhhh! The doctors say I need a surgery, but I am just dead against… Uuuuuiiiiiiiii….. Oohhhhhhhh! When it can be controlled with some little help why operate at this age! Isn’t it Bahurani?

Me: Umm… but Mama-ji…

Mama-ji: Beti… I just can’t take it any more…. Ufffffff! I feel like my balls would burst….. Yeeeeeeeeeeeee…..

I was getting concerned because Mama-ji was now actually rolling once or twice on the bed in relentless pain. I was puzzled also regarding what to do and if it was a normal pain I could have used a balm or could give a massage myself, but Mama-ji’s pain was located at such an intimate place that I could not even offer that!

Me: Mama-ji… I mean what to do? I can’t see you like this… you are suffering so much… Issshhhh…. Let me speed up the fan… you are sweating a lot Mama-ji….

Mama-ji: Uffffff…. Yess… Ahhhhh.… thanks Beti…

As I turned the fan regulator for more speed, Mama-ji’s lungi started flying a bit and I could easily see the insides of his hairy legs and even glimpses of his thighs! My heart automatically began to beat faster looking up the legs of an adult man. I went ahead and sat on the bed to help Mama-ji to get some alleviation out of his problem. As Mama-ji was lying in a curved fashion on the bed with his arms congregating at his crotch, I tried to give him a head massage thinking that might give him some comfort.

Me: Mama-ji… no medicines for this pain?

Mama-ji (I was surprised that Mama-ji was still able to smile marginally in that state): Beti, what balm would you apply there? (indicating to his lungi-covered cock)

My whole face blushed and turned red like a rose realizing the silliness of my question.

Me: No… I mean… any tablet…

Mama-ji: I told you naa…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…. Doctors only advised for surgery…

Me: But how long would you take this pain?

Just then I noticed Mama-ji was scratching the bed sheet with his left hand – his fingers started quivering and were hunkering down to form a fist! He was squashing the bed cover like anything and his pain portrayed immense pain.

Me: Mama-ji, what’s happening? Mama-ji? Mama-ji?

I obviously was getting more and more nervous seeing Mama-ji in such piteous state. He was virtually reeling in pain with his left hand grabbing the bed cover very tightly; his whole body seemed to have some spasms and he was naturally unable to answer me for a while.

Mama-ji: Aaahhh… Uffffff… yes Beti, this happens…. sort of a spasm you know along with my hernia pain …and then at that time it seems that I… that I grab whatever is there in front of my hand to get some relief….

Mama-ji stretched the fingers of his left hand as the spasm seemed to be over; his right hand was still grabbing his lund over his lungi. I was obviously getting used to that scene of an elderly male directly holding his cock in front of me!

Mama-ji: Ahhh… You know Bahurani, I really wished my maidservant been present here… Uuuuuu…. I would not have given you trouble then… Uuuuiiii…..

Me: “Trouble”? What are you saying Mama-ji?

Mama-ji: No no… you look so anxious seeing me in such painful state… you only just recovered from that terrible allergy… Ooooohhhhhhh….

Me: Mama-ji… com’ on! I am quite okay now! And with the heavy dose of laughter that you gave me… I am fully all right.

Mama-ji: Actually why I referred to my maidservant was… she is quite used to it now with my problems…. Uhhhhhhh…. O God! Ahhhh…. I have this hernia pain at least… at least once a month you know Bahurani.

Me: Oho Mama-ji… don’t talk so much… will aggravate the pain… but… but you can tell me what to do…. I mean what your maid does… I can’t see you like this…

Mama-ji now turned completely towards me on the bed and looked into my eyes. My hands were still massaging gently his forehead and his head was lying only inches from my lap. From that angle he must have been getting a great sexy view of my big breasts moving up and down under my blouse. Since I was not wearing a sari, the scene was all the more embarrassing for me. My big-sized firm mammaries indeed appeared very tempting as because Mama-ji was viewing me from his lying posture. I had no way to hide my oozing sexuality now and was cursing me in my mind for allowing Mama-ji to playfully pull off my sari. Had I resisted then and there, this could never have happened. My entire belly area was also completely bare and very close to Mama-ji’s eyes. I was undeniably getting tense and stiff by the minute.

Me: Tell me Mama-ji… I will try to do that… err… as far as possible… I mean if your maid can do it, I will also able be…

Since I was really not sure what were the remedial choices for this “hernial” pain, I was indeed a bit hesitant, obviously more so because the pain directly concerned Mama-ji’s genitals!

Mama-ji: Thanks Beti… Aaaahhhhhhh…. I know you can help me, but frankly you know I was feeling a bit ten… tentative to ask for help… Ohhhh….

Mama-ji giggled and I clearly saw he stroked his cock inside his lungi in a very suggestive way! This specific style of stroking/coaxing the cock was so, so familiar to me! In fact I had seen my husband do that on a number of occasions when her gears up for sex with me or feels horny. Many a times I had noticed, though had not divulged to him, that when I was about to come to bed after bath, I saw my husband sitting on the bed watching television and caressing his dick over his pajama. But on most occasions when I noted that he was stroking his lund in a specific way, I was more or less certain that he was geared up for sex.

Initially I thought he probably was geared up watching me change from the towel into my nighty, but since I took the bath almost everyday at that hour and changed into my nighty coming into the bedroom from the toilet, my husband ought to have a hard cock every night, but that was not the case! He obviously watched something on TV, which I was unable to gather, which pumped him up. I did not bother much about it because I was just too glad if my husband was geared up to have sex on any other day other than weekends!

Mama-ji’s stroking of his lund was so, so similar to my husband’s that my eyes turned big like almonds seeing his hand movement over his manhood. I even blushed heavily, but since Mama-ji was in great pain, he did not notice that!

I immediately rebuked myself in my mind for thinking in such ways about Mama-ji. How could I relate Mama-ji’s action to my husband’s joyous stroking? Mama-ji was suffering so much in front of my eyes! Momentarily I felt really ashamed to have thought like that regarding Mama-ji’s action.

Me: Mama-ji!!! This is height! You would hesitate from me!! From me?? Not expected Mama-ji… not expected…Uhu…

I was nodding my head when Mama-ji moved his right hand off his crotch and brought it to hold my hand. I was shocked to note the warmth emitted from his palm! Was that the heat of his manhood? Oh my God! His left hand continued to stroke his cock under his lungi.

Mama-ji: Beti, forgive me…(smiled)

Was Mama-ji’s pain on the lower side? Because I saw him to smile for the second time now and this time it was rather a prolonged smile holding my arm!

Mama-ji: Beti, let me try out the first remedy… Aaah….sometimes the pain lessens and gets improved by this only, though at times Uhhhhhhhhhhh….. it bothers me like hell! Ahhhh! All my muscles down there seem to be collapsing! Oooohhhhh!

I could realize that Mama-ji’s pain had not lessened and he was still suffering; I could find the same anguish on his face again.

Me: Okay Mama-ji… tell me what to do… let us not waste time.

Mama-ji: Beti, just bring the tray of butter from the refrigerator.

Me: What? Butter?

Mama-ji: I will explain… Uhhhhhhh… am in so much pain… if you…

Me: Oh…. okay Mama-ji. I will bring it right now!

I hurried to the refrigerator and took out the tray of butter from it. Honestly I was a bit amused as I carried forward the butter tray. What could this butter do to alleviate Mama-ji’s pain? I giggled and shrugged. As I was returning to the room again, I thought of wearing the sari. But as I was about to do that…

Mama-ji: Beti… please be quick…. I am dying in pain…. Oooooooooooooooohhh!

I was unable to ignore Mama-ji’s agonizing voice and had to drop the idea of wearing the sari. I remained in whatever I was wearing and hurried back to him though I made sure to quickly adjust and pull my blouse a bit so that it revealed less of my cleavage and also tied my petticoat a bit high on my waist, as it was almost at the level of my panty waistband.

Me: Sorry Mama-ji… here is the butter…

Mama-ji (was still lying on bed with his hands grabbing his manhood and it looked so utterly indecent): Aaahhh! Thanks Beti… Actually the pain….Ohhh… I mean you must be surprised since I asked you to bring butter… Aaaahhhh… I was also very astonished at first when the doctor advised me this remedy….

Me: Ye… yes Mama-ji as this is quite err… unusual…

Mama-ji: I know. I know Brti…. But… but it works wonders you know… Aaaahhh….. I hope its hard?

Me: Hard? What?

Mama-ji: The butter?

Me: Yes… yes… its very hard… seemed to be in the refrigerator for a long time!

Mama-ji: Great! Actually you know Beti, it has to be in the hardest state to be effective…

Me: Oh! I see!

Naturally I was still puzzled about its use and was feeling curious to know how it could be effective in alleviating Mama-ji’s pain.

Me: But… but how to use it Mama-ji?

Mama-ji: Ahhhhh… that’s the problem part… for that…. I mean how could I….

Me: What problem?

Mama-ji: Bahurani, I need to apply I mean that butter on my…. on my pain area….

Me: WHAT?

Mama-ji: Yes Beti! That’s what the doctor ordered and it worked very well on me a couple of times you know…

I still could not overcome my shock! The butter was to be applied on Mama-ji’s genitals!

Mama-ji: The criteria is you know Beti… the butter has to be applied on the hernial area till such time it is hard!

I was just bowled over because it was quite self explanatory that in order to execute what Mama-ji was saying he needs to get naked in front of me! He would have to expose his genitals to me!

Me (naturally my lips got parted in astonishment and I had started breathing heavily unknowingly): Oh! I sss… see!

Almost immediately my face began to appear scarlet for the anticipated next scene!

Mama-ji: Ahhhhh… But Beti…. I am feeling very awkward to open my lungi in front of you… Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh…..

Mama-ji looked up at me and I felt very tight and honestly did not know what to reply; my lips were getting dry and heart was virtually drumming! My blouse-covered boobs looked even more sexy, as I had started breathing significantly heavily by that time in anticipation to view Mama-ji’s cock!

Mama-ji: Ish! I wish my maid was here… I am giving you too much trouble … after all you are my guest Bahurani!

Me (gathering all my strength): Err… no, no… I mean it’s absolutely o… okay Mama-ji… my aim is to… is to get you out of this terrible pain…

I did not know could how I said “okay” and approved my 50+ year old elderly male relative to uncover his genitals to me!

Mama-ji: Still Bahurani… you know my maid was also very reluctant to serve me initially… which is but natural you know…but the characteristic of my problem is such that…

Me (sighing): Hmm…

Mama-ji: But you know Bahurani… after an age a man is just like a child… I can feel that so much during these helpless states…

Me: Child? Ha… O yes… Hmm… trrr… true Mama-ji.

Though I said “true”, I wondered if Mama-ji had attained “that” age. He was not even 60 and very much agile and fit. He did not look like an aged crippled man and naked body would certainly make any matured woman breathless.

Mama-ji: You know Bahurani, I do also suffer from arthritic pain at times and during that session I cannot walk to the toilet even! Had that maid not been here, I would have been in very deep trouble.

I could well realize from Mama-ji’s talks that his maid had seen him naked quite a number of times. I instantly remembered the pornographic CDs and the female dresses I discovered in Mama-ji’s drawer and wardrobe. Could I conclude that those dresses belong to that maid? Yes, I clearly remember that I found a jewellery box and yes, combs, bindis, face powder, and some earrings and bracelets. Do Mama-ji share a relation with that maid? I was again confused!

Me: Mama-ji, I must say you are lucky to have such a helpful maid especially because you stay alone. But… but what if you get this sort of pain at night?

Mama-ji: Thankfully Beti, no such circumstances had ever happened yet. Actually you know since my maid has a family, it’s difficult to do a day-night duty for her.

I still could not disregard what I saw in Mama-ji’s wardrobe and drawer, but concurrently I also could not just outrightly think that Mama-ji was lying to me.

Me: O! I see.

Mama-ji: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh……. Beti… please bring the butter lest it will melt and will have no effect…

Me: Yes, yes….

I tried to drift my focus on Mama-ji’s pain syndrome again rather on what I investigated earlier. I took the tray of butter in my hand. It was a 500 gm pack and was almost unused and still appeared quite hard out of the refrigerator.

Mama-ji: Ahhh… I am still having hesitation Beti I don’t know why…. You are only my daughter’s age if I had one… still I am… (he was nodding his head and closing his eyes he was shrugging)

Naturally I was also very bemused and quite anxious too! Mama-ji’s lungi was flying in the fan air and was way up his legs; his hairy thighs were partially exposed. His penis though still fully covered by the lungi was pretty much evident, as it seemed to be standing tall under the cover probably due to so much self stroking by Mama-ji! Was Mama-ji not wearing any brief inside?

Mama-ji: I don’t know what’s happening Beti…. (he was even smiling!) I just can’t do this…

I was speechless. Should I encourage him to strip? I was honestly feeling utterly tight and edgy in this precarious situation!

Mama-ji: Bahurani, I had stripped so many times in front of my maid …. sometimes due to this awful hernia pain….Ahhh… sometimes for my severe arthritic pain…. even I had kept a nurse for a month when my arthritic pain was at its greatest height… she used to help me urinating… she helped me to take bath… but… but you… you are not a nurse or a maid…

I could not just remain speechless any more and had no other option but to encourage Mama-ji to strip; effectively encouraging him to show me his naked lund!

Me: Ye… err… but Mama-ji… you must get relief from this pain… you are suffering so much…

And just then suddenly Mama-ji yelled out in pain!

Mama-ji: Yyyyyyyyyyuuuuuuuuuuuuuu….. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!

It seemed that spasm had recurred and obviously Mama-ji seemed to be in tremendous pain and getting a bit violent on the bed. I saw he had taken off his hands from his crotch and was scratching the bed with both hands. His fingers dug inside the soft surface of the bed and grounded there very firmly. His whole body curled and arched on the bed and I just could wait there idle seeing Mama-ji in such pathetic shape.

Me: Mama-ji! Mama-ji!

I bent over his head and tried to calm him down. Mama-ji seemed to be getting animated by the minute and was now throwing his head up in the air.

Mama-ji: Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh!

Sitting on the bed, I quickly folded my left leg and pulled his head on my lap. Though Mama-ji was moving his head to and fro, I could manage to keep it on my left thigh. His face seemed to be getting deformed in that spasm, but he was trying to hold back and he quickly tried to grab me for help and held my left hand.

Me: Uuuu! OOOUUUCCHHH!

I almost yelled in quick sharp pain as Mama-ji held my hand. His fingers dug into my skin - the grip was just too forceful! It was very painful as his nails were cutting deep into my soft skin. I had no other choice but to forcefully eject his hand off my left arm. As soon as I did that Mama-ji was again grabbing the bed very tightly with his fingers. Mama-ji’s grip on my arm was so tight and excruciating that almost tears rolled out of my eyes!

Me: Ufff! What a relief!

I murmured within myself and looked down at my left arm and I was shocked to note that my whole arm appeared reddish and Mama-ji’s nail marks were very much evident on my soft skin.

Mama-ji: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh!

Mama-ji was not getting controlled and he was continuously moving his head on my lap. This time the spasm seemed to be a prolonged one and Mama-ji’s whole body was vibrating so much that I was also feeling the same. He in fact was trying to move his head up in that spell and in the process his head almost bounced at my big firm breasts!

Me: Mama-ji…. Mama-ji… please be patient… Mama-ji!

My requests naturally were falling on deaf ears as he was under the spell of that weird spasm and was getting aggressive by the moment! Mama-ji now pushed his head further up plunging me into a real awkward situation. I had folded my left leg when I sat on the bed so that I could keep Mama-ji’s head on it and obviously a triangle was formed near my pelvic area, but right now since Mama-ji started to move so ineptly that his entire head slipped into the triangle thus formed! Immediately there were goosebump all over my body as I could sense his head hitting almost my love spot!

Me: Eiiii…. Ouch!

Moreover, I could easily detect that Mama-ji’s head was so placed that his eye level was just under my firm conical boobs! I felt very edgy and tight and almost tried to push his head off my lap, but found his head to be too stiff! On the contrary, I found Mama-ji’s head movement gained momentum and he placed his head quite securely on my plump left thigh and was looking up at my breasts making me all the more self-conscious.

Though I could gather that Mama-ji was under that spasm spell and was not within himself, but our mutual posture and dress code was making me extremely embarrassed. I sighed and almost moaned softly as I felt Mama-ji pressing his head deep into my soft thigh in his spasm. The fingers of his both hands were still hunkering down on the bed cover and squeezing the area under his palms. My eyes were time and again drifting down to Mama-ji’s lungi, which was flying so much now that I could clearly make out the size and shape of Mama-ji’s stocky manhood.

I tried to control my mind and looked down at Mama-‘s face with an aim to control his constantly oscillating head on my thigh. But as I was about to do that Mama-ji suddenly raised his head marginally! I was not at all ready for that and in fact I was quite willingly bending onto his face and as Mama-ji raised his head from my thigh, his forehead clearly bounced on my big breasts and before I could quickly lean back, Mama-ji felt my firm flesh adequately with his head.

Me: Aakkk!

I was almost breathless at that sudden development and virtually pushed Mama-ji’s head quite forcefully off me. My heart was beating very fast and I could clearly make out that my nipples had started growing inside my bra still recapping the feel of Mama-ji’s head pushing the undersides of my milk jugs. Just then the spasm bout on Mama-ji seemed to be coming to a close.

Mama-ji: Ooooohhhhhhhhh……

Mama-ji was calming down and his vigorous head movement was also coming to a halt. I also breathed a bit normally noticing that. My big breasts were going up and down rhythmically and being clad only in a blouse on my upper body, I was indeed looking rather provocative.

Mama-ji: Uuuuuuuuuufffffffffff! B-e-t-i… I just can’t take it anymore… it’s so… so painful to withstand this spasm… I can’t express in words….

Me: Yes Mama-ji… I.. I can see it Mama-ji… I really feel for you Mama-ji…

Mama-ji: Ahhh…. Each time I have this spasm the pain in my… Ufff! Increases so much… what should I say…

Me: Mama-ji, you can use the butter… I mean…

Mama-ji: Oh! Yes, yes! How silly! I almost forgot!

Saying that Mama-ji just folded his legs probably to feel a bit comfortable and to my utter shock I noticed that the lungi simply fell off his waist! The knot must have got loosened in the whole process and the lungi just fell off to one side of his leg exposing his entire manhood!

Me: Haaaaahhh!

I could not stop exclaiming, though very softly, and my eyes were just riveted to that dark-colored semi-erect adequate meat! Mama-ji fortunately did not detect my sigh and was focussed on relieving his pain.

Mama-ji: Has the butter started to melt? Beti, can you check?

Me: Umm? Hayes… I mean sure Mama-ji.

I quickly got up to check the tray.

Me: Yes, it has started to melt marginally… more so due to the fan I guess.

Mama-ji: Oh! Then don’t waste time Beti… bring it, bring it!

Mama-ji seemed to be oblivious of the fact that his manhood was exposed to me. He was behaving absolutely normally. I was naturally very stiff and my eyes were drifting towards his exposed cock over and over again. The dark brown, circumcised tool seemed to be quite “lively” considering Mama-ji’s advanced age and I could even see a peek of its pinkish foreskin! My hand automatically went to my pussy area and over my petticoat and panty I just pressed my choot gently to remain calm.

Mama-ji: Don’t give it to me… keep it on the bed….

Mama-ji interrupted me as I was about to hand over the butter tray to him.

Me: O… okay Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: Beti, Uffffffff….. please don’t feel otherwise about this old man….. Aaaaaahhhh! I am suffering from such a problem…. At times it feels as if my breath would come out…. I am helpless…

Me: Oho Mama-ji! You just keep silent… let me try to alleviate your pain as quickly as possible!

Mama-ji: Yes, yes… but… but for that I need to open my lungi first Beti… but… but I can’t get up… uffff! The pain is just piercing me Beti…

I deduced that since Mama-ji was in a supine posture and in acute pain, he must have been unmindful that his lungi had previously fallen off partially from his waist and his manhood was already exposed to me.

Me: You don’t take any pain… just relax Mama-ji… I am doing it… am… am still not clear what to do exactly with that butter?

My heart almost stopped to beat in my excitement as I moved up to untie his lungi off his waist and I could not stop gaping at my elderly relative’s naked lund! With almost trembling hands, I untied the knot fully from Mama-ji’s waist and pushed the lungi to one side so that his lund was totally uncovered before my eyes.

Me: Wow!

It was indeed a tantalizing sight! I could not stop my exclamation as I was quite impressed at the very first sight in regard to its tightness and stocky structure! I noted that most of the hairs at the base of his penis were gray in color and his manhood stood out of it quite prominently considering he was almost 60 years of age! I was in fact fairly surprised to see the resilient nature of Mama-ji’s lund even in this age! My lips had naturally dried up and my heart was drumming like anything seeing this forbidden site. I was time and again licking my lips with my tongue to make it wet and to remain normal.

Though I tried my best to divert my mind off it, but I simply could not remain apathetic regarding Mama-ji’s exposed dick. His lund was indeed eye-catching, not of course for its size, but for its diameter and elasticity. Even at this age, as soon as I pushed off the lungi completely from his waist area, I keenly noted that Mama-ji’s naked dick was quickly gaining in strength and was dangling its head in the air!

Mama-ji (sighing deeply and loudly; of course he was now very much aware that his genitals were exposed to his “Bahurani”): Beti… I mean… err… I am… am feeling very awkward….

Me (frowned): Oho! Mama-ji… com’ on!

Mama-ji: No, no… I think you are unable to understand Bahurani…. you are… you are almost my daughter’s age… and to be like this in front of you… Chuk… chuk…. Ishhhh….

This time I could not stop giggling seeing the way Mama-ji was nodding his head in shame or whatever! As Mama-ji looked up I quickly lowered my eyes though was still quite keen to watch more of my elderly relative’s very “experienced” cock. In fact this was the first time in my life I was blessed to see the cock of someone so elderly, almost 60! The last 5-6 days of my life had really been a lifetime achievement for me regarding cock viewing! Only a few days prior also, I used to worship and love my husband’s cock, which naturally all married ladies also do, but as I experienced the ashram, a whole new horizon as if opened up in front of me!

Mama-ji: Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! I can’t even remain idle for a moment… Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!

Mama-ji’s long exclamation was supplemented by his hands converging on his open naked dick! Mama-ji was stroking his semi-erect penis absolutely openly in front of me! He even caressed his balls with his left hand! Unlike my husband’s, his balls were quite big and sagging and most interestingly they were almost “bald”! There were no hair growth on them and looked absolutely clean! Did Mama-ji trim/clean hairs of his balls?

Me: No, no, can’t be! At this age? Impossible! What am I thinking?

I murmured and rebuked myself for thinking in such lines about my elderly relative. Mama-ji had closed his eyes and was visibly enjoying caressing his lund with his hands in front of me! Naturally I was also feeling tighter inside my blouse and could jolly well realize that my bra cups getting more closely fitted on my boob flesh. I could also invariably feel an itch inside my panty-covered choot observing Mama-ji’s alluring action right in front of my eyes. I obviously was feeling a bit uneasy and had to move and waggle my heavy ass just to remain all right.

Mama-ji: Beti… now you can use the butter!

Me: Bu… butter? Oh! Yes Mama-ji… par… I mean but how to use it?

Mama-ji: Yes, yes, am telling that… you cut one cube off it with the knife… it should be in the tray itself.

Me (seeing the knife): Hmm… its there.

Mama-ji: Cut a cube and take it in your hand and site be my waist…

I followed as Mama-ji instructed in a low husky voice.

Mama-ji: Now… now Beti…

Mama-ji paused and I was indeed feeling extremely anxious as I could well anticipate that I had to apply that butter on Mama-ji’s genitals! My heart was literally drumming and due to my breathing speed getting faster, my breasts looked even more appealing.

Mama-ji: Beti… you rub that butter cube on my… on my balls Bahurani. Actually you know the hernia pain originates from those balls… I know… I mean … I know it’s really clumsy for you Beti, but err… that’s one way to get relief from this desperate situation.

Me: Huuhhh!

My lips parted and my mouth opened wide in exclamation (though I was anticipating something like this only)! My face started to grow red as Mama-ji looked at my eyes. My ears were also heating up in sheer embarrassment. I could not even say “No” to Mama-ji as I just saw him reeling in pain. I had to give a nod to this extremely indecent task!

Me (very meekly): O.. okay Mama-ji… I will try…

I positioned myself at Mama-ji’s waist. Due to my heavy breathing in my excitement and anxiousness, my blouse had slipped down marginally and more of my fair-colored cleavage and the bulge of my big-sized breasts were getting exposed.

Mama-ji: Beti… very softly please… the whole area is extremely sore you know…

Me: Yes Mama-ji…

I cut a big-sized butter cube with almost trembling hands and approached Mama-ji’s balls! As I looked closely at them, the balls appeared less dark than his lund; they were descended quite a bit touching the bed surface and the surface of his balls were pretty smooth as they were devoid of any hair. I made the butter in my hand to touch his balls. I slowly pressed and started rubbing the cube over his balls.

Mama-ji: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aah!

Mama-ji yelled a long shout depicting relief and gently grasped my left arm which I had kept on the bed for support to execute this act. I could clearly sense the gratitude in that hand grip as I continued to rub the butter very gently on his balls.

Mama-ji: Ohhhhhhh! B-a-h-u-r-a-n-i…. What a r-e-l-i-e-f!

I smiled a bit as I turned my head and looked at him. The other thing that was happening was a bit alarming for me as I could easily observe that his manhood was getting further erect as I rubbed the hard butter on his balls.

Mama-ji: Beti… actually the doctor advised to… Ahhhhhhhh… actually the doctor advised to hold the balls and then orbit the butter there… that would give me more respite…

Me: W-h-a-t?
I was naturally not very amused by this sort of an odd request! How could I hold his balls? That would actually mean to touch Mama-ji’s sexual organ!

Me: But Mama-ji…

I was obviously hesitant.

Mama-ji: Beti, I don’t think it would be a problem… you are already rubbing the butter there… just hold one ball in one hand and apply the butter with the other. The doctor said that this action would allow more butter oil to sip through, which would ultimately help alleviate this pain…P-l-e-a-s-e Beti…

The way Mama-ji said “please” there was in fact not much room for me to oppose him. What he added was more bizarre!

Mama-ji: Aaaah… actually you know Bahurani my maid say … each time she did this… she says holding my balls made her task easier… she even pushes a pillow below my buttocks so that my balls appear higher for her to work on… and… and she sits in between my legs to do this Beti… otherwise you will feel difficulty to execute it…

Me: O! Really! Hmm… I see… I… I am trying Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: Thanks Beti…

Mama-ji quickly parted his legs so that a perfect V was created and invited me to sit in that “V”. The scene was so indecent and tempting – Mama-ji’s hairy legs parted, his lungi disappearing under his ass, his dark prick standing fairly tall, and his succulent balls literally glistening with butter!

Mama-ji: Come Beti… sit here… you can do it with more ease then.

I had to obey Mama-ji’s instruction and had to get up on the cot and sat in between his legs. I was simply feeling like a fish out water; my lips absolutely dry, my heart thumping inside my blouse like anything, and the tips of my fingers getting colder in utter nervousness. Concurrently a feeling of sensual excitement was running high inside me as I was getting an awesome view of Mama-ji’s stocky manhood. As I got up and ascended the bed, the swell of my fleshy ass inside my petticoat became very much prominent and I noted that Mama-ji was eyeing that even in that sore condition!

As I sat on the bed in between Mama-ji’s legs with the butter in my hand, I could feel his legs on both sides of my body. I was a bit astonished because when I was ascending I was pretty sure the legs were parted much wider! I quickly realized that as I got up to place myself in between his legs, Mama-ji must have reduced the angle and now there was no other option for me but to practically sit on his legs!

I was obviously not feeling 100% comfortable to sit like that with my creamy thighs pressing on his strong hairy legs.

Me: Mama-ji if you can… I mean if you can part your legs slightly… actually I cannot… I can’t sit properly to do the job!

Mama-ji: Aaahhhhhh! I know Beti…. I tried that… but… Ufffffffffff… but I cannot branch them any more as its paining heavily at my groins. Please bear with me Bahurani…

Me: Oh! Okay, okay Mama-ji! I can manage…. I can manage!

There was not much I could do in this situation and had to continue like that resting my plump thighs on Mama-ji’s hairy legs. Since my legs were covered by my petticoat only, naturally the feel of his legs on my body was quite pronounced and obviously I was getting distracted. Moreover, how could I ignore his naked erect dick standing tall and its pink head peeking out of the foreskin and inviting me! I was as if mesmerized by the whole situation and could easily sense the physical provocation and sexual stimulation developing inside me. I drifted my eyes from the dark complexioned “Linga Maharaj” and looked at Mama-ji; I had to immediately shy and lower my eyelids as Mama-ji was directly looking at me.

Mama-ji: Beti… if you could please continue with… Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!

Me: (hurriedly): Yes, yes….

I hastily scooped out a chuck of butter from the tray and gently pressed and rubbed it on Mama-ji’s hanging balls.

Mama-ji: Please hold them Bahurani… Ahhhhhh…. Please….

Me: Ye… yes Mama-ji!

I could hear my heart drumming as I forwarded my left hand to hold his balls! Mama-ji’s balls were glistening and were slippery and they sagged down quite a bit below his lund. As I touched his balls and started caressing them with my left hand, there was as if an electrifying effect on his dangling dick! Immediately the dick straightened up and I noticed an appreciable rigidity in it. I could not hide a subtle smile seeing the effect of my hand on this elderly man.

Mama-ji: Ahhhh! Ahhhh! What a relief! Aaahhh!

Mama-ji’s pain-stricken yells seemed to have converted into relieving moans in a flash! As I looked at his face, it no longer was depicting signs of acute ache any more! Naturally I was a bit surprised! My hand job was so relieving for Mama-ji!

Me: Mama-ji, are you feeling better?

Mama-ji: Yes Bahurani… a bit better! Actually you know the pain I had been experiencing… Uff! So a little relief seems to be a long mile for me! Aaahh… very nice Bahurani… please continue like this!

I nodded and continued my erotic job with rubbing the butter on his balls with my right hand while I directly felt Mama-ji’s balls with my free left hand! The feel for me was indeed great! Though Mama-ji’s balls had sagged significantly due to his advanced age, but the size of his balls and their heaviness honestly impressed me. Unlike my husband’s balls, which were tight and somewhat smaller, Mama-ji’s balls were quite a handful and I was quite energetic and keen to caress them!

As I continued the task, I was already having a very tight feeling within my blouse and obviously was looking very sexy and indecent with my full-sized juicy breasts trying to ooze out of my tight fitting blouse and furthermore Mama-ji watching me from a lying posture. Naturally I was breathing very deeply and unknowingly was also getting bent to be more close to the male sexual organ!

Mama-ji: Beti… very nice… you have given me the initial relief… I think the butter therapy is working… now… now give me some butter in my hand.

I was a bit puzzled. What was he up to now? Though the butter was in a covered tray, it was quickly getting softer under the high speed of the fan. I scraped out a moderate chunk and handed it over to Mama-ji and what Mama-ji did almost left me breathless!

Mama-ji: Thanks …. Ahhhh… the problem you know Beti… now that I can feel the pain in my balls is less, I am… I am developing a simultaneous dull pain in my… in my… Oooohhh….

There was no need for Mama-ji to spell out where he was developing the new pain as he took the butter from me and started rubbing that all along his standing dick! His lund must have been quite extensively heated up due to my constant caressing of his balls and I just watched on with wide open eyes how the butter simply melted to liquid form in absolutely no time!

Mama-ji: Ohh… can you forward me some more Beti? Ahhhh… I must apply it while it’s at least somewhat hard…

Me: ye… yes, yes Mama-ji.

Honestly I was feeling very, very excited seeing a male (may be he was almost 60) rubbing his naked erect dick in such close proximity! My lips got automatically parted as I looked on “hungrily” at Mama-ji’s provocating handiwork! I handed him some more butter from the tray and Mama-ji immediately started stroking his lund, this time with both hands, spreading the butter on the entire length of his manhood! I was quite surprised to note that even at this age he was able to maintain his hard-on for a continuous period of time!

As I keenly watched Mama-ji stroking his naked oily lund with both hands, I just started caressing Mama-ji’s balls with my hands forgetting entirely about the role of butter. Mama-ji’s testes being laden with copious amount of butter were very slippery now and they were virtually glistening, which just made things more appealing for me. The whole sensation was extremely rousing and I even momentarily repented that why I did not try this prank on my husband during our lovemaking! I smiled to myself and sighed and lowered my eyelids in shyness! As I looked down I was shocked to note that I was exposing my butter-colored cleavage quite abundantly over my blouse neck. I was sweating too, though slightly, even with the ceiling fan on!

Me: Uuuuusssssssssss….

I almost uttered a soft moan as I held and gently squeezed Mama-ji’s testes in my right palm. They felt so full and throbbing! I could not resist the temptation to gently squash them once.

Mama-ji: Ouuuuchhh! What are you doing Beti?

Me: Oh! Am so… sorry Mama-ji! I err… did not intend to do that …

Mama-ji: The area is very sore Beti… please be careful!

Me: Yes, yes Mama-ji… I will be careful.

In no time I could make out that Mama-ji’s lund had attained its full size and was standing tall out of his body. Though it was indisputably smaller than my husband’s cock size in full glory, Mama-ji’s lund looked substantially brawny and stiff. Mama-ji was of course breathing much heavily now as I continued to massage his butter-laden balls and he was self-massaging his cock.

Right at that juncture, Mama-ji suddenly yelled so loudly that I was literally startled and shaken!

Mama-ji: Uuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh hhhhh!

My fingers automatically ceased massaging his testes and I deeply frowned at him.

Me: Mama-ji? Mama-ji? What happened?

Mama-ji seemed not in a position to reply but his face revealed the story. He was in immense pain and his legs angled in and he clutched his upright penis very tightly with his hands.

Me: Mama-ji! Mama-ji!

I was getting into a rather awkward state as Mama-ji was virtually pressing my thighs and buttocks with his legs. I could see his whole body wobbling and arching in as a result of which I was getting locked between his strong legs.

Me: Aaaauuucchhhh!

Mama-ji’s legs angled from his knees and was pressing hard on my fleshy round ass! I could clearly feel his heels digging deep into my firm ass flesh. The feeling was very peculiar and indeed very sexy!

Me: O-uuu-ch-hhh!

I almost gasped in fervor as I uttered that exclamation. Mama-ji had bent his legs in such a way that his heels were directly pressing me on my jiggling ass.

Me: Mama-ji, what’s happening? Where is the pain now?

As I asked the question, I was trying my best to get out of the clutches of his hairy legs. The situation was getting awkward by the moment as he was rubbing and pressing his legs onto my ass and upper thighs in a very indecent way!

Me: Mama-ji! Mama-ji, please tell me!

I was getting increasingly anxious due to Mama-ji’s silence and suddenly I noted Mama-ji releasing his hands off his penis and grabbed his nose! Naturally I was quite amazed by this sudden development!

Me: Mama-ji… Mama-ji, what happened to you nose? Mama-ji!

Mama-ji only uttered some sighs of pain and did not say anything, but continued to squeeze my firm ass flesh in between his legs. Naturally I was getting quite a bit aroused and more so as I was endlessly viewing a matured naked male cock! Since things were getting increasingly hot for me within the tight embrace of his legs, I had to struggle to get out. Mama-ji was now actually pressing specific areas on my round ass with his heels and his legs trying to feel my plump upper thighs.

As I was in the process of getting out of his leg clutches, I noted that Mama-ji shifted his hands off his nose slightly and… and… there was…. Oh! My God! …Blood!

Me: My goodness! Mama-ji! You are bleeding!

Mama-ji looked at me in disbelief and checked his fingers and the red color indicated that there was blood coming out of his nose!

Me: Mama-ji, lets call the doctor! I think its getting very serious!

Mama-ji raised his hand and gestured me that there was no need for that.

Mama-ji (his voice was low): Aaaahhhhh! This is not out of the blue Beti…

Me: What? Meaning…. you knew it would happen?

Mama-ji: Aaah! Yes… actually if the hernia pain is on the highest side… Ahhh… the pressure gets elevated you know… and… and sometimes nosebleeds do occur… the doctor informed me prior about this and in fact this happened earlier too! So… so, don’t panic Bahurani! Don’t panic!

Me: Ish! But let me wipe it at least! Ish… It’s….

Mama-ji: Arre nehi nehi… It’s okay… I will wipe it myself Beti… But I don’t have much time… because the doctor warned me about a precaution which I must ensure post bleeding… otherwise… otherwise things might turn fatal for me!

As he was completing his words, he quickly raised his waist a bit and pulled out his lungi and before I could say anything started wiping the blood off his nose. It was indeed an awesome sight for me as my elderly relative was stark naked down his waist with his penis still dangling its head high up!

At the same time I was naturally rather nervous seeing blood. Though Mama-ji had wiped it, still stains still remained on his nose.

Me: I think… I think Mama-ji… I should call a doctor!

Mama-ji: Oho Beti… not to panic… bola naa! Uhhhhhhhhhhhsssssss! Believe me, I am dying in pain… I only know how I am suppressing it…. Ahhh… And now if I delay in executing what the doctor ordered, Beti, I might land up in a severe situation… so before anything if you please listen to me first…

Me: But… but Mama-ji… a doctor…

Mama-ji: Beti… please listen to me…. Aaaaaahhhhh! Post bleeding I ought to take the necessary precaution per the doctor!

By this time I was able to fully free myself from the “V” of his legs and positioned myself to his right side.

Me: Then tell me that… why are you taking the risk and delaying to convey Mama-ji?

I was naturally quite anxious to know what the precaution was to prevent anything ominous for Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: Bahurani… Ahhhhhhh……I need…. I need a tight string… or may be a small rope…. Okay? Do you understand? Not much length… just a small one…. Get that very fast! Quick!

Me: String? But… what for?

Mama-ji: Beti… every second is important for me… the doctor specifically warned about it… so if you…

Me: Oh! Okay! Okay Mama-ji! Just relax! I will get it immediately… Don’t worry! Don’t worry!

I was already out of the bed as I completed my words and started searching for the string in the room itself.

Mama-ji: May be you will get it outside….

Me: Okay… okay… don’t worry!

I quickly got out of the room and looked for that small rope or a string in and around me. I was very nervous from inside after seeing blood coming out of Mama-ji’s nose and was honestly a bit panicked. I was so tense that I was searching all over the place in the most chaotic manner and naturally could not figure out a single piece of string. I explored the rooms and for that matter even the toilet for that piece of rope, but could not find it anywhere. I was getting more and more frustrated as time was running out and I knew Mama-ji was lying helplessly. I was hastily searching things, but unfortunately with a zero resultant!

At one point, I had to quit as there was no point in searching like that because I was unable to trace any rope or string anywhere in the house. Moreover, I was getting late with Mama-ji waiting for me in that ailing condition.

Me: Mama-ji… I was… I mean I was not able to find it! Can you… I mean if you know any place where…

Mama-ji: How can I say that Beti? Uffffffff…. You could not find a piece of twine in the whole house? Alas! Thanks to the cleaning by my maid… Ha ha…

Mama-ji laughed a painful laugh and sighed deeply! I was feeling heavily culpable as I was not able to help him with such a simple thing.

Me: Mama-ji, believe me, I searched every corner! But… but there was no trace….

Mama-ji: O Lord! What will I do! I am freezing thinking of the consequences!

Me: Mama-ji… I mean what would you do with that string if you tell me… then I can think of an alternative… I mean…

Mama-ji shook his head negatively and I could sense the frustration on his face. His face started to droop and looked pathetic in his painful condition. I was honestly at total loss regarding what to do at that point of time.

Mama-ji: Oh no! Doctor said you could even have a continuous nosebleed if you did not put a tight leash on the hernia… O My God… what to do!!!

Mama-ji was getting more and more restless and I was also awfully nervous and the tips of my fingers and toes were getting extremely cold and the guilty feeling was eating me up for my failure regarding unable to trace the necessity for Mama-ji.

Suddenly there was a shout of joy!

Mama-ji: Ooooooh! Eureka! Eureka!

Me: Mama-ji! What happened?

Mama-ji: There it is! Oho! Right in front of our eyes…. and you were searching the whole house!

Me: Where? Where Mama-ji?

Naturally my face brightened up and I was looking intently around the floor.

Mama-ji: Huh! I should have detected that earlier… Oh! Bahurani… you were in a better position!

Me: But… but Mama-ji? Where the hell it is! Why can’t I find it?

Mama-ji: Arre! Right there!

He indicated with his eyes, but I was not able to trace it! I was surprised that Mama-ji was NOT gesturing towards the floor! He was signaling towards my body only!

Me: Where? I… I can’t find it…

Mama-ji: Uhhhhhhh… I can’t bear it any more…. O God! The pain is increasing by leaps and bound… Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!

As Mama-ji yelled in utter pain I looked down at my body and… and then only I realized where Mama-ji was able to discover the string! I looked down my navel to detect my petticoat cord hanging marginally out of my waist!

Me: Oh! Yeeessss….

I was literally bewildered at Mama-ji’s discovery! The illumination of happiness on my face discovering the string minimized briskly because as I was pretty much aware that it was the binding tool of my He was referring to my petticoat string, but if I take that out of my petticoat, how could I wear that? I was already stripped off my sari and was looking enough obscene exposing my navel, midriff, and cleavage in front of my elderly relative. I could not extend that further in any way.

Suddenly my thinking pattern was severely hindered by a pain-stricken shout.

Mama-ji: Uuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiii Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuu! Ooooooooooooo Lllllloooooooorrrrrrrrrdddddddddd!

Me: Mama-ji! Mama-ji!

Mama-ji’s whole face seemed to be getting twisted in rigorous pain and it was really very excruciating even for me to simply watch on. Mama-ji was again struggling on the bed and his whole body bent inwards as his hernia pain seemed to be reaching its peak! Mama-ji’s hands converged again at his crotch and he moved back and forth continuously on bed portraying a crisis situation.

Mama-ji: The string… please… Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh! I can’t bear it Beti… I just can’t tolerate it anymore…

It was honestly impossible for me to simply stand still and not to anything allowing Mama-ji to writhe in such acute pain. But the ask was just a bit too much! I was getting more and more nervous and confused as well.

Did I have a choice?

Mama-ji: Bahurani… what are you waiting for? Do you want another bleeding episode? Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please act fast Beti! Anything can happen…

I could not remain idle any more and had to react and react positively!

Me: Yes… yes Mama-ji… am… am giving it… just a second…

Mama-ji: Please hurry up Beti…it’s already late! Another bleeding would be very fatal for me!

Me: No, no! Mama-ji please don’t utter such omen… (by that time I had already started untying my petticoat knot at my waist) I am getting you the string… just a second Mama-ji! Just a second!

Mama-ji: Quick Beti… quick!

My nimble fingers worked briskly to untie the knot of my petticoat and I started pulling the drawstring off my waist. In no time, the long drawstring was in my left hand and naturally my petticoat was almost falling off my waist and had I not been prompt enough, my panty would have been fully exposed!

Me: Mama-ji… here it is!

Though I was prompt enough to take hold of my petticoat waistline, since the drawstring was missing, the garment was very loose at my waist.

Mama-ji: Beti, what would I do with it? You need to bell the cat… I mean save me from further bleeding.

Me: But… but how Mama-ji?

I was standing in the most awkward position – my both hands holding my extremely loose petticoat at my waist while my big breasts were moving up and down inside my tight blouse. I was indeed as if epitomizing sensuality in front of my elderly ailing relative.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, just get that thing tightly strapped there (he indicated with his eyes towards his semi-erect penis)… please be quick! I am…. Ahhhhhh…. I am feeling a pressure already from inside!

Me: There?!?

I was obviously quite bewildered to hear such a thing!

Mama-ji: The hernia area must be arrested Beti… and that too as quickly as possible after the first bleeding and… and we have wasted enough time!

Me: Oh…I see…

Mama-ji: Don’t stand idle… act fast! Fast!

Me: Yes, yes Mama-ji… I will try to get this done as quickly as possible.

Mama-ji was lying in the middle of the bed with his nanga lund still standing quite tall, probably continuously seeing me in this sexy state of dressing. I quickly rode up the bed and had to leave the waistline of my petticoat to grab the string with which to strap Mama-ji’s penis!

Mama-ji: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Quick… Beti! P-l-e-a-s-e…

As I took the long white string, I realized that the extremely loose fabric of my petticoat was now dangerously sliding down my waist and reaching almost my thighs and my undergarment was awfully getting exposed! My lips got parted in shame and I felt so embarrassed that I dared to even look down. The moment I held Mama-ji’s thick erect dick with my hand and my whole body literally started trembling in sheer thrill getting the direct skin touch of a male penis on my palm.

Mama-ji: Yes, now tie it with the string… tightly…

I started circling the string round his stout dick. It indeed felt very nice and exciting to touch Mama-ji’s throbbing penis. Even at this age, it was quite vibrant and I noticed the pink bulb of his penis peeping through the foreskin!

Mama-ji: Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Very nice Beti…Ooooohhhh! Uhhhhhh!

Mama-ji seemed to have forgot the pain and was virtually softly groaning at my act. As my fingers touched his naked lund, I could sense the throb in his manhood and his legs were also responding to my touches! Honestly I enjoyed doing this very sexy task and Mama-ji also seemed to be liking it to the hilt as was evident from his more pronounced moans.

Mama-ji: Uiiiii…. Auuuuuuu…. Tighter Beti… tighter…. Ahhhhh!

As I was getting great thrill out of this sexy task, I reduced my speed and was strapping his lund just a shade slowly ensuring that the string did not fit in too tightly on his erect meat. I was indeed getting much excited doing this and more so as I was sexily clad in front of this elderly male. My sari was missing and my breasts were looking like two ripe coconuts heaving up and down inside my blouse as I could not control myself from caressing Mama-ji’s experienced lund a few times with my full palm. I pretended as if I was checking how tight the string was on his cock, but actually felt the whole length and breadth of his erect dick and honestly it was an amazing piece of meat considering his advanced age!

Mama-ji: Ahhhh…. So much relief…. Beti… Ahhh… your touch is so soothing… Uiiiii….. Ufff!

“Your cock is also so thick and throbbing Mama-ji!”, I replied within myself and externally smiled at him seeing that he was getting relief from his pain. Mama-ji’s black cock looked awesome with his white overlapping and my job was almost done and as was winding the last lap over his lund, Mama-ji came up with a bizarre request!

Mama-ji: Beti, just one more thing… can you check if the mouth of my lund is dry or not… because doctor said to ensure dryness after tying up.
My heart was already racing executing this exceptionally sexy task and now Mama-ji wanted me to examine the bulb of his penis to check for precum! My God! It was like “sone pe suhaga” for a young married woman like me!

Me: Oh sure Mama-ji!

I replied promptly. My mouth was getting drier and I undeniably got significantly elated just listening to this request! My big round tits were moving up and down rhythmically inside my blouse and I was jolly well aware that I was looking pretty much obscene inj front of Mama-ji because much of my buttery cleavage was exposed over my tight blouse.

I completed the strapping with the string and left the loose end of the string between his legs and started examining the head of his stout penis. My eyes as if lit up seeing the pink bulb inside and his precum oozing out of the tiny slit. I wondered how Mama-ji could have been in such excited state concurrently being in such significant hernial pain! Leaving that thought aside I quickly concentrated on the head of his penis. I held Mama-ji’s absolutely khada lund with one hand and with my other hand slowly removed the foreskin to the sides so that the pink bulb was clearer to my sight. My fingers immediately were laden with his sticky precum as he was seeping considerably. Forgetting his pain, he was literally moaning as I lovingly held his penis in one hand and was examining the top of it. I smiled within myself seeing the elderly man’s condition.

Mama-ji: Is it too wet?

Me: Ha Mama-ji!

Mama-ji: Then… then…

Me: Let me wipe it…. (I almost whispered)

Mama-ji: Okay Beti… there’s no other way also…

I was feeling extremely elated myself as I was continuously holding an erect male penis and there were beads of perspiration showing up on my forehead and exposed breast area in sheer excitement. Naturally my cleavage was also getting more and more prominent over my blouse and I was looking stunningly sexy wearing only the blouse and the petticoat in that situation.

I slowly felt and rubbed the head of Mama-ji’s stout penis and he was writhing on the bed in pain (or excitement?)! I could not stop myself from pressing at strategic positions all along his khada lund and Mama-ji was simply oozing out precum ad his body was clearly trembling in pleasure. The sharp achy cries had disappeared and there were only long dull groans coming out of his mouth. I started to squeeze out the precum pressing his penis bulb with my fingers and Mama-ji now started to produce pretty shameless loud moans!

Naturally I was feeling a bit odd because moments ago this man was struggling with acute hernia pain and now was in fact enjoying this cock caressing! As I continued to gently squeeze Mama-ji’s penis head more and copious amounts of precum covered my fingers and I was getting immensely charged up especially due to the strong pungent smell of male juice. Automatically my face got lowered – closer and closer towards Mama-ji’s erect dick – my whole body almost arched inwards to be more adjacent to his tall manhood!

I was so engrossed that I was completely oblivious to the fact that as I bent down significantly I was providing an awesome cleavage show with my heavy boob flesh popping out adequately over my tight blouse. Mama-ji must have been eying that from his lying posture as I soon found his hand gently touching my shoulder. His fingers were quite warm as they brushed on my shoulder. He was probably trying to encourage me for my work. I had bent so much that now actually I was just a bit too close to his naked manhood and my face was only a few inches from it!

Mama-ji: Aahhhh… Thanks Beti… is it dry now?

How could he say “it was dry” considering the way he himself was oozing out his juices! I smiled to myself and nodded negatively.

Mama-ji: I must get that area dry Bahurani…. That was the doctor’s order….

Me: Am trying Mama-ji…

I quickly rubbed the top of his penis with my palm which was by this time got quite slippery with his sticky precum and not getting any handy cloth to wipe it dried my hand on my blouse! I repeated this for a few times, but noticed that Mama-ji was so thrilled by this whole phenomenon that he was continuously seeping precum from his penis. Naturally I was also getting some amusement out of it as the bulb of his dick was getting wet every now and then even after my wiping!

Mama-ji: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….

I could well realize that the old man was getting pleasure from my hand job on his penis and it had actually overtaken his severe pain condition. I myself was also sort of succumbing to the pungent odor of male juices. My lips had started to part and I was honestly longing to taste Mama-ji’s sticky precum! Obviously I did not have the courage to do so because he was afterall my close relative and that too a very elderly and respected person. By no means could I just start sucking his naked cock!

Mama-ji: Bahurani… is it dry now?

Me: Mama-ji, com’ on! You yourself is not allowing me to get it dry! (smile) What… what can I do?

I replied like a teenager with lot of amusement in my voice! Mama-ji was an experienced campaigner and he was able to pick up my elated and engrossed state instantly from my voice!

Mama-ji: Umm Bahurani… I thought you are a pretty intelligent girl… if I am not allowing you to dry it why don’t you do something to prevent it!

The acute pain condition of Mama-ji suddenly as if evaporated from the whole state of affairs!

Me: Hmm…

Mama-ji: Arre! If my maid could save me from this sort of a situation last month can’t you Bahurani?

He was virtually challenging me to get my task properly and as he compared me with his maid I also got quite charged up!

Me: Mama-ji… don’t compare me…

Mama-ji: Bahurani, I am not comparing… I just mentioned and I know very well that you have the wit to do this for me! Bahurani… you are the best!

I smiled and was back to my task. The one and only way that was coming to my mind was to… was to obviously suck out the precum off his penis.

But how could I say that to Mama-ji? He was a father-like figure to me. How could I suck his cock? My God! The very thought had my nipples getting extremely hard inside my brassiere. What did the maid to? Did she apply the same method? Oh dear! The maid then openly sucked Mama-ji’s lund! No, no, what rubbish was I thinking! But was there any other way?

Mama-ji: Beti, it’s getting late and you know the doctor warmed me specifically about delays…. Shall I… shall I tell you what my maid did?

It was just too much for me to tolerate – Mama-ji trying to highlight his maid time and again!

Me: I have one way… but… but Mama-ji…

Mama-ji: If you have a way just do it Bahurani… don’t waste time dear!

Me: I mean… err… I can’t think of anything else! But… but…. its a bit odd Mama-ji… please don’t take it otherwise…

Mama-ji: Go ahead Beti… and don’t allow anything fatal to happen to me…

Me: O… okay Mama-ji… actually I tried to dry the area with my hand, but your… your juices Mama-ji are just continuously oozing out… so… so…. I think… this method can arrest it.

I could hardly finish my words that I quickly grabbed Mama-ji’s strapped lund with both hands and took my mouth to the tip and started tasting his precum! I was naturally quite excited and anxious doing this sort of a sexy job to a male who was not my husband and moreover it was “Mama-ji” whom I had always seen as a respected man in the family. It was impossible for me to even think of this in my wildest imaginations!

Mama-ji immediately applauded me with very encouraging words.

Mama-ji: You have hit the bull’s eye Bahurani! Very good! Ahhhhhhhhh….

Me: Umm… (just parting my lips off his naked penis) thanks Mama-ji!

Mama-ji: Please get it dry quickly Beti… I know you can do it! Ahhhhh….

Mama-ji must have been feeling at the top of the world because at this advanced age it was quite an impossible possibility for him to get his cock sucked by a woman, more so, as he decided to remain unmarried throughout his life.

Mama-ji: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh… Bahurani… your lips are very soft and warm…. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…. it is really giving me much relief from the pain I had been suffering from!

Me: (again parting my lips from his cock) My pleasure Mama-ji…

Though I was not able to take his cock inside my mouth due to the string that I tied on it, but I was gently sucking the tip of his cock with my lips and was also at intervals protruding my tongue out to lick the precum that was gathering on his cock head. As I bent down to suck the tip of his cock and rested my elbows on his legs, my twin breasts naturally started to brush his hairy legs. Naturally I was getting weak physically and hence the sensation of my firm tits brushing on his body made me more horny. In fact within moments I was inclined to press them more affirmatively on Mama-ji’s naked hairy thighs.

My poor Mama-ji was of course unable to hide his prick which was getting stiffer and taut and he was stretching his whole body just to ease out the extreme sexual stimulation inside him especially at this age. Seeing his “pathetic” condition, I decided to go for a long, deep suck to pull out all his precum!

Me: Sssssssssssssssssssuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu….. Aaaaahh!

I gasped for breath as my lips remained converged on his naked lund which was still leaking out copious amounts of sticky juice! Mama-ji produced a loud moan portraying that he was enjoying my sucking to the hilt! Though the string around his cock was making this a bit uncomfortable for me, but I decided not to untie it because it was the doctor’s order. Concurrently I could unmistakably feel Mama-ji’s cock growing and throbbing in sheer stimulation within my hand and I was also getting immensely charged up and pressed more of my blouse-covered heavy boob flesh onto his bare legs.

Mama-ji: Ahhh! You are doing a superb job Bahurani! I must admit that you have beaten my maid by a 100 yards… Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! What a relief!

I noticed Mama-ji was shuffling in his lying posture and was evidently quite uncomfortable with his lund still standing tall and upright strapped with my petticoat drawstring. I could even feel his fingers holding my shoulder digging in deep into my skin the moment I was starting to suck his cock head. Though I was feeling hot myself, but a sense of delight was also running in the background of my mind watching this elderly man’s elatedness. In fact I was driven to be naughtier and wanted to test his tolerance level! I held Mama-ji’s upright naked cock more tightly with my hands and started sucking the tip of his cock harder. Simultaneously I started teasing Mama-ji very mischievously trying to probe my watery tongue through his pink cock slit and stretching his foreskin to the sides with my fingers.

Mama-ji: Eiiiiiiiiii………..Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Mama-ji was gasping for breath now and was throwing his legs up in the air, though not violently, and was scratching my shoulder over my blouse trying to combat my lewd moves. I giggled and continued my act, but soon found that Mama-ji was now clearly trying to take advantage of the situation. As I continued to lick and suck his cock, I found Mama-ji was advancing his hand more towards my body! As I looked from the corner of my eye, I found my elderly relative had bent his torso more towards his waist in his lying posture so that he could enhance his reach.

Mama-ji: Ahhhhh… Beti… you are giving me so much relief from my acute pain you don’t even know…. you …. you are just doing an awesome job Bahurani…

As he uttered those words in a whispering tone I could feel his right hand fingers dropping inwards from my shoulder. Before I could take any precaution, I found his fingers creeping down my blouse fabric slipping into my naked upper breast area. I immediately adjusted my upper body slightly and stopped pressing my breasts onto his legs, but made sure that I did not raise my lips off his lund, otherwise Mama-ji might feel offended. But unfortunately that action proved ineffective to Mama-ji’s advancing fingers. They were now virtually crawling on my boob bulge and on my blouse front!

Me: Ummmmmmmmmmm….. Hhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuffffffffffffffffff…

Naturally I was feeling the heat with the male participating into the act. Till such time it was me who was teasing the old man, but now he was also reciprocating. Though I myself was also hugely elated, but our “relationship” stood as a wall in my mind. Afterall he was my “Mama-ji” – whatever I had been doing to him was a service to an ailing person. Yes, I was extracting pleasure out of it and Mama-ji might also have been doing the same, I didn’t know, but his problem was such, it was quite inevitable since it relates to his genitals. But now if I did not put a cease to things I might enter into the taboo zone! Mama-ji was already tracing my blouse front U-cut and touching my warm boob bulge and it would certainly get to a point of no return for me if I allow him to grab my breasts, more so with his stout naked cock dangling its head in front of my eyes.

Me: Sssssssssssssssssssuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssshh hhhhhhhhh…

So with one deep long suck I tried to squeeze out all of Mama-ji’s precum!

Mama-ji: Uuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiii….. B-e-t-i…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!

I gasped and removed my lips off his cock head and immediately rubbed it dry pulling up the bedcover slightly. This time it indeed looked dry! My lips were glistening with Mama-ji’s sticky juices and each breath I took or exhaled was mingled with his strong pungent cock smell.

Me: Mama-ji… it… it looks dry now!

Mama-ji (still gasping): Ohh… really! Wah! Hmm…..

Mama-ji’s eyes were closed and his chest was going down rapidly below his tight vest. Naturally the condition of his lund was pathetic and seemed that it would burst out any moment with such a prolonged erection that too in strapped condition! My cock sucking, though not truly in the true sense, because I never took his whole cock in my mouth, had undeniably made him rather enlivened and restless. We both took some time to recompose ourselves and when there was some deceleration in my heart rate, I looked up at Mama-ji.

Mama-ji by that time had his hands on his lund and was caressing and coxing it. I was rather confused about how he was feeling exactly in such an elated condition with his lund tied up with a string! I could not stop my smile seeing the way the elderly man was soothing his stout cock with his fingers. I noted that his eyes were closed and he was trying to breathe normal.

Me: How are you feeling now Mama-ji? Somewhat better I guess!

Mama-ji: Yes Bahurani… your lips…. Your lips seem to have some magic in them or what? So much relief! Ahhhh…

I was obviously embarrassed by such a statement and looked down with a blushed face.

Mama-ji: Ahhh… your lips are so full and warm Bahurani… it felt so good…. And… and the way you s-u-c-k-e-d…. Aaaaaaaaaahhh… Just mind-blowing!

My head was naturally still down in feminine shyness and as I looked from the corner of my eye, I noticed Mama-ji was ogling at my butt area! I was immediately alert and as I looked down round my waist I was indeed shocked to note that my loose petticoat had slid down horribly from my waist crossing all limits of decency! It was in fact halfway down my buttocks and my meager panty was disgracefully exposed to this 60-year-old man!

Mama-ji: Oh! Bahurani! I almost forgot! Check the string once…. It seems to be loose… I must not remain like this at all… the string must be tightly tied… otherwise… otherwise I might just experience another nosebleed.

Though I heard Mama-ji saying to check the string on his lund, but I was naturally a bit more concerned regarding my exposed panty and ass and was immediately proactive to pull up my petticoat to my waistline and cover my big butts.

Mama-ji: Arre! Arree! Bahurani! What the hell are you up to? (his voice was rather stern and commanding) I am dying in fear of another nosebleed and you are concerned with your… damn it! Let me check myself!

I did not at all realize that Mama-ji could get offended so quickly by my behavior and was obviously puzzled for a moment. Seeing Mama-ji trying to get up to check the string on his penis, I got my senses.

Mama-ji: Ahhh…. Ahhhhhh…. Uhhhhh….

He was obviously in pain when he tried to get up from his lying posture. His face appeared pain stricken again and I immediately tried to stop him.

Me: Mama-ji… Mama-ji, please lie down… don’t try this…. Lie down!

Mama-ji naturally did not have the strength to sit up due to his acute hernia pain and I was easily able to hold him and placed his head again on bed.

Me: That’s better!

I realized that Mama-ji was rather offended that I did not pay attention to the string and was more keen to cover my body. I could apprehend that due to his ailing condition, he must have been restless and got irritated by my act. As I looked at Mama-ji I could see the dissatisfaction on his face. I lowered my eyelids and was cursing myself for my deviation. I tried to convince my mind that already for some seconds Mama-ji had seen my whole panty with my petticoat sliding down significantly down my ass and it was quite impossible also for me to keep it in place without the drawstring even at this juncture as I had pulled it up!

Me: Sorry Mama-ji! I… I should have been more careful about you…

I was checking the string tied on his naked penis and I could see there was some slackness in his manhood now (at last!), but the tip was again wet with juices leaking out.

Mama-ji: Huh! You seem to be ignorant of my condition… don’t you see how much I am suffering… only got a little relief by your sucking… but how could you be still focussed on your dress! Huh!

Me: Mama-ji… Mama-ji… please calm down… I am concerned only about you! Please believe me! And… and… had I been focussed on my dress, shall I stay like this in front of you…. without my sari? So… it was… I mean…

Mama-ji: But you just did that! I saw that… Bahurani, I expected a little bit more concentration on me in this state… shall I be wrong if I demand it?

Me: Not at all Mama-ji! And… and please don’t say like that Mama-ji… please…. I have all the regards for you… am… am really sorry Mama-ji… I should have been fully focussed on you only in this condition.

Mama-ji: Huh! You realized…. Anyway, its okay Bahurani…

As I apologized to the old man, I was concurrently tying the string tightly over Mama-ji’s semi-erect lund. As I touched and felt his naked dick again, I could well realize that Mama-ji’s lund was rapidly gaining in strength and rigidity. The momentary slackness had vanished and in no time his penis was back in its original stout and fully upright condition! I had to say I enjoyed that very much as any married woman would do and quickly re-tied his cock tightly with my petticoat string.

Mama-ji: Ahhh… a bit loose…. Uhhhhh… that’s better…. Ahhhhh…. Fine, fine!

Me: Done Mama-ji!

Mama-ji: Don’t leave the end loose Beti… make sure to strap over my balls also!

Me: What?

Mama-ji: Don’t be surprised Bahurani…. hernia actually involves the male testes… so you must tie my balls also, but just be careful not to hurt me. The area is very, very sore and tender… Ahhhhhhhhhh…..

I did not want to argue after what happened just now and just followed his command. I took Mama-ji’s sagged balls in my left palm and started strapping the remainder of the string on it. It was indeed an awesome job and the feel was so weird that I was as if having a sexual wave running through my whole body!

Mama-ji: Ooouuuuuucccccchhhhhhhhhh!

Me: Oh! Sorry Mama-ji… Let me loosen it a bit…

I almost smiled hearing his exclamation, but somehow managed to cover it between my lips. As I touched and felt Mama-ji’s balls, I could easily comprehend that they were quite a handful (at least in comparison to my hubby’s) and they descended quite a bit below his penis! The hairs around it were grayish, obviously due to Mama-ji’s advanced age, but the soft and sagged touch of his two balls was just amazing! Tying his balls might sound easy, but it was a tricky task, but I managed to complete it without much fuss!

Mama-ji: Ahhh! Now I can breathe a little more easily Beti as the doctor’s prescription is more or less followed in toto though one last part is still pending.

Me: Pending? What Mama-ji?

I was obviously quite apprehensive and at the same time very much conscious that Mama-ji should not feel in any way that I was not concentrating on him. For that reason even when I noticed that the side-cut of my panty was visible along with my naked butt outside my loose petticoat, I did not try to cover it!

Mama-ji: The doctor said the blood flow has to be controlled…. Ahhhhhhh….. And for that this strapping and additionally now you will have to help me a little bit more Beti…

Me: With pleasure Mama-ji… all I want is that you get well soon. (Due to my consciousness working at the back of my mind, I responded almost instantaneously)

Mama-ji: Thanks Beti… yes, if we can take all the precautions at correct junctures I hope the pain would subside on its own as had happened previously also.

Mama-ji paused and looked at my eyes. I just smiled like a fool! I was feeling immensely embarrassed to sit like that with my panty partially exposed to this man. Since Mama-ji reacted to my previous act, I was not able to gather enough courage to pull up my loose petticoat also!

Mama-ji: Ahhhhhhhhh! You have strapped me so tightly…. Ufffffffff….

Me: Shall I loosen it?

Mama-ji: No, no. Doctor asked for a tight strap on my lund and balls and that’s what you have done Beti! Good job!

I dropped my eyelids in natural shame as Mama-ji used the word “lund” and smiled shyly.

Mama-ji: Now Bahurani I will give you a little more pain, but its easy to do.

Me: Pain? Not at all Mama-ji…

Mama-ji: You need to stand on my legs…. Just stand and do nothing… this would actually control the blood pressure somewhat in my legs you know… I don’t know if you have ever given this sort of leg massage to Rajesh….

Me: Yes, yes… I have given him once or twice!

Mama-ji: Oh! Then it should not be…… Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! I am already feeling pain in my legs! O My God! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! It’s so acute… Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Mama-ji’s whole body arched and got crooked in pain. His face depicted immense pain from which he was suddenly suffering from. I obviously was a bit startled and felt more nervous!

Mama-ji: Be quick Bahurani… there’s no time! Quick!

He almost yelled and I was so nervous that I quickly stood up from my sitting position forgetting completely that my petticoat was not tied at my waist!

Me: Eiiiii! Oouucchh!

The resultant was very much expected! It was so, so embarrassing that my whole face turned crimson and there were goosebump all over my body! As soon as I stood up on the bed, there was a silent “wooooooooossshhhh…” and my petticoat slipped down completely from my waist to my feet giving me absolutely no chance whatsoever to react and save my dignity. My lower portion got fully exposed before Mama-ji’s eyes. Thank God that I was wearing my panty inside, otherwise I would surely have to flee from the room to cover myself.

My condition was just indescribable and was so pathetic standing like that in front of this 60-year-old man and that too on the bed! It was just too much! But I had to digest this disgrace considering Mama-ji’s serious ailing condition and the way he reacted the last time. As I looked at his face, I noticed he was simply gaping at my shapely naked legs, which were hairless and appeared shinny butter-colored in broad daylight. My thighs were indeed very dense, very much developed and appeared extremely sexy in uncovered condition. Naturally I was feeling tremendously uncomfortable as I was facing Mama-ji and there was only this triangular cloth cover of my panty covering my hairy choot! I dared to look down as I feared that my bush was so dense that one or two of my choot hairs must be peeping out through my panty!

Mama-ji: Uhhhh…. Ahhhhhhh…. My legs.… Uhhhhhhh! Bahurani, a second’s squander will kill me…. Uhhhhhhhhh!

There was no question of wasting time with the elderly man suffering so much. His penis and balls were still strapped tightly with the string, which I had done only! I quickly stepped on his right leg and doing some balancing act kept my other foot also on his leg. Thus I was now standing fully on Mama-ji’s legs dressed almost in a two-piece! Naturally my blouse and panty appeared rather skimpy and inadequate on my voluptuous well developed body. Things were all the more worse for me as Mama-ji was lying on the bed and was looking at me from a very indecent angle and there was no way I could avoid that.

Mama-ji was looking at me so directly that I had to close my eyes in sheer embarrassment and I could sense Mama-ji’s eyes as if licking my silky naked thighs and trying to enter into the insides of my panty! I didn’t know how much blood pressure I was controlling for Mama-ji, but the way I was standing on his legs on the bed dressed in only a blouse and a panty was surely a killer pose!

Mama-ji: Ahh! Ohhh! Uiii! Ahhh! Uhhh! Aaaahhiiiiii!

Suddenly there were quite a few very sharp and painful yells from Mama-ji and I could no longer keep my eyes closed. I saw Mama-ji was struggling hard on bed, his whole body was writhing again, his torso was bending inward and he was feverishly scratching his hands on the bed cover. I was confused for a second but quickly gathered that Mama-ji must have been once again experiencing the spasm attack.

Mama-ji: Ooooooooooohhhhhoooooohhooooooooo!

His face was getting crooked in pain and he was throwing his head up on the bed quite feverishly. Naturally I was pretty much anxious and quickly tried to attend Mama-ji. But as soon as I descended off his legs, Mama-ji started throwing his legs up in the air and I had to virtually protect myself from getting kicked! I quickly went towards his head and he was evidently in a very restless state. His hands were scratching and scraping over the bed-sheet feverishly and I was literally confused what exactly to do.

Me: Mama-ji! Mama-ji! Please calm down! Please…. Where are you getting the pain? Please tell something!

But there was no response from Mama-ji as he continued to be in that spasm spell and jerked his head to and fro scratching the bed cover with his hands. As I observed him closely it seemed to be me that he desperately wanted to grab something in his hands the way he was scratching the bed. I was prompt enough to get the pillow and place under his left palm. I was surely not wrong, but I was rather shocked the way Mama-ji started squeezing the pillow within his palm. The way his fingers clutched the soft cotton of the pillow, the way his palm hollowed and pressed on the pillow, and his very approach about the squeezing was so indecent! It clearly resembled as if Mama-ji was squeezing a woman’s breast!

Mama-ji: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!

Suddenly Mama-ji was absolutely standstill and from the sound he made it seemed to me that as if something stuck in his throat!

Me: Mama-ji! Mama-ji! What happened? Are you okay?

Mama-ji was stiff as a rock! His eyes were still and he was not moving a muscle! Naturally I was extremely nervous seeing Mama-ji in that sudden static condition!

Me: Mama-ji! Mama-ji! What happened? Please speak up! Mama-ji!

My heart rate was increasing by leaps and bounds seeing Mama-ji was not reacting to my call. I was almost perplexed in my sheer anxiety. I held Mama-ji’s shoulders and started jerking him for a rejoinder. I was sweating quite profusely now seeing Mama-ji in a speechless inanimate condition.

Me: Mama-ji! Mama-ji!

I checked his nose to see if there were further nosebleeds, but fortunately there was none. I looked around for help and noticed a glass of water on the adjacent table. I immediately sprinkled some water on his face and that did the miracle!

Mama-ji: A-a-a-h-h-h!

As soon as I heard some response from him, I started gently rubbing his face with my wet hand and also started rubbing his chest. I could sense that Mama-ji was getting back to his senses, but the progress was very slow. I could only hear some soft murmurs from his mouth, but his body continued to be stiff and still. I took his right hand in my hands and started rubbing the palm and then repeated the same for his left hand. Fortunately his hands were warm and felt more or less normal.

Mama-ji: O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h-h!

Mama-ji was indeed responding more positively now and I could see a mild movement in his legs also. I also noticed that his naked penis had started dangling in the air as soon as I had begun to rub his palms. But though Mama-ji was clearly getting back his senses, unfortunately he did not recover fully from the spasm he was experiencing and in fact his whole body started jerking and reacting the same way where he had left.

Me: Ouch!!! Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

I reacted as if I experienced an electric shock! I never expected this sort of a thing to happen and Mama-ji’s behavior was just out of the blue for me! Though he got back into his senses, but unfortunately he was once again back in his severe spasm state and I had only myself to blame for my pathetic compromising condition!

As I was rubbing his palms to get him to senses, I had kept his right hand on my legs after completing a session of rub on that hand and was busy with his left palm. Just then he was conscious but descended into his spasm state. Naturally I was momentarily somewhat confused and released his hand as I noticed severe jerking about his body. Mama-ji left me in a superlatively exclaimed state with my hands in the air and his left hand (which I had just rubbed) dropping over my breasts and his right hand was on my naked thighs! I did not even have the time to react properly to Mama-ji’s shudder and he just grabbed my breasts and thighs!

Naturally I retracted instantly, but his grip was very strong. His left hand which fell directly over my blouse-covered breasts immediately seized my right tit and his hold was so strong that I almost cried out! I could feel his fingers pressing deeper on my fleshy breast and his hand was so inflexible and stiff that I could not even remove it with my hands. I was literally at a loss abruptly experiencing Mama-ji’s palm gripping my entire right mammary.

Me: Eiiii…. Ahh… What are you doing? Ouuuuuchhhh! Mama-ji!!

I struggled very awkwardly because concurrently Mama-ji had started groping and caressing my naked thigh area with his other hand. Since I was only wearing a panty and nothing else down my waist, the effect was all the more sensuous and electrifying for me. As I tried to get away from the old man, I could realize that he was gripping my breast so very tightly that it was in fact hurting me bitterly when I tried to retreat. The dense and firm appearance of my boobs indeed aided Mama-ji’s handgrip to perfection!

Me: Mama-ji! Mama-ji! Please leave me…. Ahhh….

I was visibly struggling and trying to get rid of him, but pretty soon realized that Mama-ji was not in his senses. He was as if sunken in a spell! His whole body appeared stiff and his eyes very still. As I looked carefully at him I noticed Mama-ji was not looking at me, but in fact he was looking at things behind me on the wall. His visualization was indeed very vague and I started to feel nervous at his blank look.

Me: Mama-ji! Mama-ji! Can you…. Ssss….. can you hear me Mama-ji? Ouch! Ssssssss……

I could not even speak properly simply because Mama-ji’s left hand was firmly “cupping” my entire breast from the front! Though I was getting somewhat nervous seeing his vacuous and expressionless look, but the constant touch on my private body parts was making me extremely excited. As Mama-ji continued to be in his spasm, he was virtually holding my right breast in his left palm and his right hand fingers were craving in on my naked warm thighs! I could feel his fingers converging in on the tight flesh of my uncovered thighs as Mama-ji continued to experience the spasm. I was quickly losing ground and had started breathing very fast. The simultaneous groping on my tits and thighs in broad daylight was making me outrightly embarrassed and energized too!

Me: Mama-ji! Ahhhh…. Uhhhh…. Uiiiiiii….

I was unable to control myself and was shamelessly oozing out soft moans. I noticed that Mama-ji was also breathing a shade heavily, which was natural also, getting the chance to caress a 28-year-old married housewife on her boobs and thighs was a more than welcome invitation. Though initially I was infinitely nervous and shrunk in, but realizing that Mama-ji was in the midst of a spasm spell, I started taking this groping with an open mind. If I had a mirror I could see my face was still very much red in shame as Mama-ji continued to force down and release his fingers on my blouse-covered right breast. His other hand was lying dangerously close to my panty as his fingers crouched more and more on my exposed thighs.

Me: Mama-ji! Ahhhh…. Please stoppppp…… Uiiiiiii….

I continued to groan softly, but realized that Mama-ji was totally unaware of what he was doing. I could recognize that it was just a coincidence that his hands fell on my sensitive organs, otherwise this spasm was not new and I had seen him experience this just a few minutes earlier also where he was actually hunkering down his fingers strongly on the bed cover. Though originally I indeed was feeling embarrassed and got startled by this sudden groping by this old man, but with time I was in fact enjoying this groping and entering into a hornier ambiance! Initially out of natural shyness, my eyelids were down, but now with some confidence back in me and recognizing that Mama-ji was entirely unaware of his actions, I got bold.

I looked around (though there was no one in the house at that time and I knew that very well) and quickly adjusted my posture to extract more fun out of this encounter. I looked at Mama-ji’s face and his eyes still maintained that “blank” look and his body continued to be somewhat stiff, but to my utter shock I noted that his black cock was standing tall in its full glory and was fully stretched signifying his excitement. I was slightly confused again; was Mama-ji aware of what he was doing? He was cupping my breast in a conscious state? But how could that be? His eyes appear to be so blank! And, I myself observed that he experienced this severe spasm during his hernia pain twice in the last half an hour! So I derived and was convinced that it was a spasm related to his hernia pain and nothing else!

As I certified Mama-ji’s lewd action in my mind, I myself was pretty keen to extract further. I immediately sat more closely to Mama-ji and thrust my boobs towards his hand. Though I wished his both hands on my big bubbling tits, but his whole body was so stiff that I could not guide things at my wish. Mama-ji till such time was pawing my warm naked things, but now as I push forward my pelvic area more towards him, his hand slipped almost on my panty!

Me: Oiiiii…….. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh….

As soon as his fingers touched my panty, as if an electric shock passed through my body and my horny mind forced me into more bold actions! I could not resist myself from grabbing Mama-ji’s khada lund and started caressing it. As soon as I did that, I could feel there was an immediate change in Mama-ji’s gripping on my firm breast; it was more like cupping rather than a grab. Naturally I was breathing heavily and more of boob flesh was evident over my blouse. I was looking extremely sexy and very much indecent with my butter-colored flesh oozing out over my tight blouse and Mama-ji quite holding securely one of my tits. The feel of an erect male cock in my hand made things worse for me. Though Mama-ji’s cock was strapped with the string, the erect and taut feel was enough to get me going fully!

Me: Uiiii……. Ahhhhhhh…. More…. Ahhhhh…. Ssssssssss…..

I was so keyed up by this groping that I desperately desired to be caressed at my pussy and breasts! I myself started pushing my tight breast more into his hand and the feel must have been great for Mama-ji as I found him trying to increase his paw size by stretching his fingers to fully cover my whole breast area!

I was unable to control myself and was slipping and slipping miserably.

Being aware that Mama-ji was totally oblivious of what he was doing, I tried to extract maximum fun out of this and without even thinking what would happen if Mama-ji comes to his senses, I wanted his hand inside my blouse! Unfortunately his hand was so stiff that in spite of trying with both hands I could not place it properly inside my blouse! Naturally I was a bit frustrated but such was my sexual inclination at that time, I decided to simply unbutton my blouse to feel his hand on my naked boob flesh!

Me: What’s the harm even if I do that? No one would know! Mama-ji in any case is not aware of anything, but … but what if he gets back to normal senses and sees me in this condition?

I was arguing within myself and was getting rather prompt replies so as to extract “satisfaction”!

Me: I can always say that during your spasm Mama-ji you held my blouse so tightly that I had to unbutton it otherwise it would have torn. If I could remain in front of him in my panties and he was okay with that, why not this time in my bra?

I did not waste a single second after that and quickly worked my fingers on my blouse. It was indeed a difficult job as Mama-ji was grabbing my breast very firmly over my blouse.

Me: Come on! Ahhh… Loosen that hand… you old fool… Ahh….

I somehow managed to slide my fingers through his unbending grip and finally was able to unbutton all my blouse hooks. I was already so much keyed up and now with more exposure of my big mammaries I could easily sense drops of juice trickling down my pussy into my panty!

Me: Thank God! Mama-ji was not in his true senses…. otherwise it would have been very embarrassing!

I guided Mama-ji’s hand more and more onto my mature tits and the very feel of his warm fingers on the insides of my bra made my condition pathetic. I was virtually hissing in excitement and automatically my thighs were getting parted. I looked once in Mama-ji’s eyes and they were still dreamy and not focussed on anything and I was pretty much convinced that he continued to experience that spasm spell.

I was so much aroused and stirred up and was longing to have male fondling that my senses were lost! I was unable to distinguish when Mama-ji was out of that spell and came to normal state! I just continued to expose and crossed all limits of decency and generously allowed him to fondle and molest my 28-year-old fully developed body. Mama-ji also to my utter disbelief simply continued to pretend as if he was still experiencing the spasm and openly caressed me!

Me: Ahhhhhhhh……

Naturally the feeling was immensely gratifying as I felt Mama-ji’s fingers starting to feel my boob flesh over and inside my bra. As his warm fingers dI immediately shifted my posture more towards Mama-ji and now virtually Mama-ji’s other hand was right over my honey pot! His spasm made his fingers squeeze my panty fabric, the feeling was just… just awesome!

Me: Uuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii….. Uffffffffffffffffff……

I could feel Mama-ji’s fingers feeling my thick tuft of curly hair just above my choot over my sheer panty fabric! My big breasts were straining hard against my brassiere cups and I was naturally feeling increasingly uncomfortable. I was also looking horribly sexy with my open blouse front and exposed bra with only a panty cover down my voluptuous body.

Me: Ahhhhhhhhhhh…… Uiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…..

I simply closed my eyes and started to enjoy the moments. Mama-ji’s warm fingers were giving me sensual pleasures at an overwhelming scale touching my half-naked tits and my panty-covered choot area.

Just at that moment I suddenly felt that Mama-ji was breathing just near my ears! But… but his face was up and he was looking blankly at the wall! How could he breathe so nearby? Concurrently I could sense that his fingers were trying to crawl inside my brassiere and trying to feel more of my naked breasts! But… but all along his fingers were only doing a very restrictive movement characteristic of his severe spasm! Also, down my waist I felt Mama-ji’s fingers trying to poke inside my slit over my panty! There seemed to be a very definitive change in his approach!

I had to open my eyes! I was dumbstruck! Mama-ji was directly looking at my eyes and his eyes said it all! I could then and there sense that Mama-ji was back to his senses and finding me in such a hugely compromising state probably gave him the courage to take a leap forward. His face was near my lips. I could listen to his breathing so very distinctly. His lips were parted. And his eyes depicted that “familiar” longing!

Mama-ji: Anita! I am glad that you finally realized my call! When you opened your blouse I knew you wanted me… and I will not disappoint you my darling!

I was dumbstruck as if caught in my own trap! He was calling me by my name, which he never did so long! I could not speak as I felt Mama-ji’s right hand proceeding towards my back openly brushing and pressing my firm tits. He was about to embrace me! I was just awestruck. I felt utterly ashamed and just kept dumb. Mama-ji was all along aware (my goodness!) and was pretending to perfection, which made me to go for more!

Mama-ji: I tried my best to create a favorable situation for this Anita… believe me… I was trying my best… but our relationship stood like a wall in between us… I am glad that at last you responded to my camouflaged plea… Come, come close to me Anita!

Saying that he encircled his right hand round me and also shifted his left hand off my panty to embrace me in a better way. As he was calling me by my name I was expectedly getting more turned on because the words “Beti” and “Bahurani” time and again reminded me of my relationship with him. It was indeed a mental hindrance and Mama-ji like an experienced campaigner took care of that!

I had nothing to say as I could jolly well realize that he pretended all along this hernia episode just to win my confidence. And when he saw that the trap was fully set he now nailed me and I could not deny that at all as I myself was so enthralled that I opened my blouse to extract more sexual pleasures. I felt absolutely numb and was stiff too.

Mama-ji was very, very clever and with his advanced age it was expected also and he did not at all allow me to think on this issue again and quickly forced me to shift my posture. Initially he was on the inside of the bed and I was on the edge and now he quickly dragged me more inside the bed and took quite an authoritative approach.

Mama-ji: Anita, my dear, just remain as you were, close your eyes and relax, don’t think on anything and let me take on from here. You have been helping me all along during my hernia … (he smiled softly) and now let me pay you back… and (he added in a whispering tone) I assure you that I will not disappoint my dear!

Me: Mama-ji… (I could only murmur that)

Mama-ji quickly put his middle finger on my lips and referred me to keep quiet.

Mama-ji: Uhu! Not Mama-ji! Just call me Arjun… just Arjun!

He was now bending over my face and he again whispered “Arjun… call me just Arjun”!

How could I call my Mama-ji by his name?

Mama-ji: Anita, I told you not to think of our relationship… think of the present… call me once… I want to listen from your lips… Arjun!”

Though I felt a bit amused, but I had to obey his command.

Me: Arjun!

Mama-ji: Oh! Anita… you made my day! My name sounded so sexy after so many years! It’s the charisma of you lips darling!

I was in an extremely elated condition. Drops of juice continued to wet the insides of my panty and my nipples were still rock hard and erect inside my bra. My mental state seemed to resemble much like my stripped body and I willingly succumbed to Mama-ji’s advancement.

Mama-ji: Ah! Lovely! Your breasts are so full Anita! They look awesome in your bra… and you look ravishing only in this panty! Ahhh! Really great!

Naturally listening to such open and direct comments I retracted a bit and almost folded my legs fully so that Mama-ji didn’t get a direct view of my panty-covered pussy. Mama-ji quickly obstructed my action and started pulling me off the bed.

Me: Eii…. What are you doing? Eiiiiiiiiiiiii…. Nooooo….

Mama-ji: Come on Anita! Stand before me… let me appreciate your beauty!

He was strong enough and pulled me out of the bed and made me stand on the floor with all my blouse hooks brazenly open and my lower half of the body completely uncovered except for my scant panty covering practically nothing!

Mama-ji: Yes… great! You look fabulous Anita! Fabulous!

He held me by my arms and stood close to me. Mama-ji was looking deep into my eyes and naturally I was unable to look into his eyes so directly and had to look elsewhere. I was nervous, but was extremely excited concurrently. I was definitely feeling tired at times, but was getting energized the next moment due to my sexual exuberance!

Me: Mama… err… I mean Arjun… I never could imagine that you were… you were pretending for so long!

Mama-ji (smiling) … just to get you Anita… just to get you my Queen! And you know …. Intezar ka fal hamesha meetha hi hota hai!

Me: (I sighed and looked at the floor) you are very naughty…

Mama-ji: And what are you my sweetheart? You opened your sari, your petticoat, your blouse in front of me… Eh? Had I waited a bit more you would go…

Me: But… but… you only created all this… you forced me into this… you… you old fox (with a smile)!

Saying that I playfully hit Mama-ji on his chest and he in turn held my nose with two of his fingers and jiggled it playfully.

Mama-ji: Don’t call me old my darling! I may appear old, but I am pretty strong till today….

Me: Really! But you never married Mam… I mean you never got married Arjun.

Mama-ji: So what? Marriage sucks, but I am free… free as a bird… For your kind information Anita, I have a woman’s body every night.

Me: But how?

Mama-ji: I can tell you… because you are a darling!

Mama-ji came very near me, put his hands round my shoulder, my firm tits pressing on his chest, and embraced me.

Mama-ji (in a whispering tone) I fuck my maidservant Anita. She has real horsepower you know… she satisfies her husband at home and me here!

It was only to be expected with what I discovered in Mama-ji’s house earlier; only the confirmation was not there and now I had it from the horse’s mouth.

Me: Does she stay here at night?

Mama-ji: Yes, at times…. cooking a story to his husband… but most times I have sex with her in the afternoon hours. But let’s not waste time on her… it would be a sin to do that with you in my arms Anita!

Mama-ji distanced himself a bit and started to ogle at my half-naked body. I was virtually in a two-piece with my blouse acting as a special cover for my back! Mama-ji was giving long stares at my bra-covered milk jugs and I looked down shyly I was shocked to note that through my bra cups my large erect nipples could be distinctly traced out. I quickly tried to hide that scene from Mama-ji and blushed heavily.

Mama-ji: O! Anita! I think you will continue to blush even when you are naked in my arms! Ha ha hah….

Saying that he openly began to fondle my big tender breasts. He started to press and squeeze my boobs from the front in my standing posture!

Me: Aaaa… Eii… what are you doing? Please stop!

Mama-ji was pretty active and giving me a couple of tight boob squeezes he pulled off my blouse completely from my body and I was compelled to stand in front of him in only in my sheer undergarments. He stood for a moment and gazed at my mature physical beauty, appreciating my dense, round breasts, nearly perfect tummy and very shapely and fleshy legs. Mama-ji again reached forward and cupped my twin tits lowering his face to their softness. I giggled and shuffled, but Mama-ji continued to press his face on my cleavage holding me by my hips. As he grabbed my ass and I felt his fingers on my naked ass cheeks, I realized that my panty had hiked up so much to the sides that my entire buttock area was almost bare! Mama-ji patted my ass cheeks and jiggled my heavy ass with his two hands as he pressed his nose deep inside my cleavage.

I started shrieking and moaning shamelessly as I enjoyed his lewd acts. With expertise and gentleness, Mama-ji removed my bra making me completely topless!

Mama-ji: Wow! What a sight! You look stunning Anita! Very nice and full boobs! Aha!

I didn’t know how long Mama-ji spent kissing, nibbling, sucking and caressing my warm naked breasts as time seemed to stand still in the room! I was bubbling in sheer sexual heat as the old man was pleasing himself exploiting me to the hilt.

After pawing my naked breasts and pinching my round nut-like nipples for quite some time, Mama-ji’s concentration drifted down. He then started to massage my smooth robust thighs with both hands and his face depicted that he was surely enjoying this act. He now removed the strapping on his lund and “freed” his erect organ. Mama-ji was naturally very much keyed up and was quite desperate now to fuck me. I was also in turn fully energized by that time to satisfy him.

Just then Mama-ji pushed me to the bed and I almost fall on my back on the bed. Without wasting a second he positioned me forcefully on the bed and I looked immensely sexy lying on the bed clad only in my bra and panty.

Me: Ouch!

Mama-ji: What happened baby?

Me: Nothing! (I sighed)

Mama-ji immediately began to massage my calves and then directed his attention to my lovely bare thighs. He gave me a very slow and sensuous massage initially, but kept sliding his hands more and more upwards towards my upper thigh area! My milky white thighs were as if getting rosy in appearance due to his massage and I was indeed feeling at the top of the world!

Me: I wish I get this sort of a slow and effective massage before every… Ahhhh… Uiiii…

My panty was naturally quite wet now with my juices and it was visible clearly to Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: Uhhh! You have a leaking pussy my dear! Ho ho ho…

I was secreting juices at a heavy dose through my moist vagina and had no control over it and my panty must have been looking pathetic; I smiled to myself. Mama-ji left me breathless the next moment as he forcibly began to drag my panty off my waist.

Me: (I cried out) No… Eiiii….. please don’t…

Mama-ji was a skillful player and with one forceful jerk he was able to slide my panty down my waist and buttocks leaving me absolutely naked! My panty remained tangled on my fleshy thighs as my hairy cunt was totally exposed to Mama-ji!

Mama-ji: Wow! What a choot yaar! Anita, you deserve to be a royal item! Uhh! Great look and… and so much hair… Ahhh! I like that darling… I like that….

Mama-ji massaged my naked choot gently for sometime making me squirm every now and then and then his fingers craftily started rubbing my pubic area forcing me to moan very loud and twitch in absolute elation! Mama-ji was able to part my vaginal lips and forced my engorged clitoris out of its hiding!

Me: Uuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!! Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Mama-ji was rubbing my ever-swelling clitoris and was naturally extracting great fun out of it. I was in turn moaning very impudently as I was slowly advancing toward my peak. I sensed that with his fingers slipping inside, searching out the wettest area, Mama-ji rubbed my clitoris into near climax. All along Mama-ji made sure to squeeze my naked breasts, one at a time, with his free hand. This obviously made the whole affair even more “hot” for me. I could almost sense blood racing to my entire pubic area making it hotter than hell!

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Mama-ji’s fingers now slid in and out of my vagina reaching further than I thought possible! It was a truly awesome experience! He kept pulling his fingers back and then plunged back in creating an exquisite sexy rhythm! With every plunge, rub, push, and dart of his fingers on my vagina, my voluptuous body quivered, jolted, and responded to him without my own control. I had reached my peak and I could not possibly wait a second more! I screamed and shuddered in tremendous excitement. Mama-ji was able to bring me to a shaking, explosive, convulsive, and nearly mind-blowing orgasm!

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I closed my eyes and wrapped my fingers around Mama-ji’s curls and dug my nails deep into his scalp throwing my hips into his face only to jerk them back and pushing them into the cushion of the bed and then upward again! My groans had converted by animalistic screams of disbelieving ecstasy!

Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiii…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

It was a long and deep orgasm that I experienced. It seemed to be long overdue and now with that heavy juice flow, I desired a cock more than anything else in my choot! I was gasping like anything and was feeling extremely hot, though completely undressed, lying on the bed under Mama-ji’s body. I was frankly getting quite frenzied now to have Mama-ji’s lund inside me. I couldn’t wait a second!

Me: Mama-ji… what are you waiting for! Ahhh…. I can’t wait…. Uhhh…

Mama-ji: Yes my sex queen! I know! You are ready to take my lund!

Mama-ji gave me exactly the time I needed to set things on blaze! My orgasm was slowly subsiding and my breathing was reaching a fairly normal rate and Mama-ji was probably waiting for that time. All this time he was intently watching my voluptuous naked body; his eyes roved over my flat belly, my twin peaks moving up and down with each of my breath, still very much taut and rigid which any man would die to squeeze and caress. My whole body was as if glowing as my blood circulation was increased by leaps and bounds and lying on the bed naked I was as if portraying a perfect illustration of a sex goddess!

My lips were pouting and must have been plum red from the biting and sucking on them I did myself during the thrust of the orgasm. My hair was soaked to my temples and forehead and Mama-ji was ogling at me from very close quarters. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that my own incredible satisfaction was just a cherry on the cake and that having Mama-ji cum inside my stretched and swollen vagina was my ultimate goal!

Mama-ji seemed to be all set to pin me down now. He was in the process of positioning himself over me for a perfect fuck! I raised my head slightly and tried to view his cock and noted that it was stretched to its full length and was looking like an angry tiger the way it was dangling freely in the air! Mama-ji’s cock was not hugely long and it resembled more or less my husband’s lund size in its full erect state. But the beauty of Mama-ji’s lund was its diameter which attracted me quite a lot with its shinny black look. Mama-ji held his penis in his right hand and was rubbing it very slowly to get to maximum elongation.

Mama-ji: Anita, though I have remained unmarried throughout my life, but my cock has seen several women you know! He he he…

Me: That’s not a noble habit Mama… I mean Arjun!

Mama-ji: I know Anita! But there was no way… familial circumstances did not allow me to marry…

Me: Whom have you met on bed?

Mama-ji: Obviously I could not pin down any woman coming from decent background in recent times… that’s due to my age…

Me: Recent means… how long?

Mama-ji (continuing to stroke his lund with his right hand and now coming close to me and grabbing my open breasts): Recent meaning… umm… last two years!

Me: Prior to that?

Mama-ji came close to my face and kissed my both cheeks, one after another. Then brushed his warm lips on mine and finally started kissing me. It was a long lip-to-lip kiss and I supported him with my tongue to the fullest. Honestly I did not feel his age while kissing and enjoyed being kissed by this nearly 60-year-old man!

Mama-ji: Prior to that I had a long relationship with one of my students.

Me: Student! She must be your grandchild’s age!

Mama-ji: Nehi re! She was a post-graduation student and in fact she was married also; stays in my neighborhood only!

Me: (smiling) Oh! Then it must have been…

Mama-ji: (now quickly pulling my panty down my legs and making me absolutely naked) Yes Anita! It was a pretty hot and adventurous encounter!

Me: Eii…. Ish….

Mama-ji: Don’t shy from me… Anita! You look splendid in this naked form.

Me: Huh! All women look brilliant like this… you don’t have to mention that… you naughty… but… how did it all happen… I mean…

Mama-ji: How did that relation hatch and took shape? Actually you know Anita… while giving tuition to her we used to talk about households etc. and since she was a post-graduation student, she did not come in batches you know…

Me: Okay… so it was a one-to-one tuition for her unlike other students?

Mama-ji: Exactly! (as he said that he pinched my nipple with his fingers as if confirming that I hit the bull’s eye) Moreover, she was a teaser and used to tantalize me in all possible ways possible!

Me: Ouch! Uff… slowly please!

Mama-ji: Sorry Anita…. (he was smiling wickedly)

Me: Teaser?

Mama-ji: Arre she used to extract great fun as I ogled onto her figure you know… a pallu drop here and there and adjusting her blouse in front of me… you know she played with me with old tricks!

Me: Hmm… I see! And you also must have enjoyed that!

Mama-ji: Of course! Why not Anita!

Me: And what was your reciprocation?

Mama-ji: My old theory… ailment! It works wonder for women! Ha ha ha…

Me: Then, how did it actually hatch? I mean…

Mama-ji: How did it get physical? That’s what you want to know naa my sexy doll?

Me: Umm…

Mama-ji: (squeezing my firm breasts very tightly) I made hay on a rainy evening! While she was making notes, I told her that I need to get some things from the roof, but my umbrella was broken. She obviously generously lent me her umbrella, but I said that I needed her help as if I held the umbrella how could I bring the items down. (smile) She readily agreed.

Me: Hmm… sounds interesting! Then?

Mama-ji: I chose the right moment as it was raining very heavily at that time. We went under one umbrella and I was deliberately consumed more space under the umbrella so as to get her drenched and my trick worked. She got amply wet traversing the roof and I made sure that I repeat the route of taking things from one end of the roof to the shade at least four times.

Me: Very thoughtful! Then?

Mama-ji: The last two times I offered to hold the umbrella while she carried the things. I deliberately walked very slowly and held the umbrella in such a way that she almost got fully wet. As she was getting exposed through her clothes in front of me, she was feeling shy and since I was pretty close to her physically, she was feeling hot too!

Me: Quite natural! Then?

Mama-ji: I nailed the last pin by embracing her waist under the umbrella citing that the roof was rather slippery. (smile)

Me: Very naughty Mama-ji! Oops! Arjun! (smile)

Mama-ji: Why can’t you remember dear? (he pinched my exposed nipple very hard to as if help remember!)

Me: Ouch! Uff! Slowly! Then what happened?

Mama-ji (coming absolutely close to me and lowered his lips on mine; he did not kiss me, but continued to brush his lips on mine): Nothing much! I offered her if she was adventurous enough and would climb up the attic with me, which was actually on the roof at a height connected by a ladder, as I needed to pick up some items from there too.

Me: And she agreed!

Mama-ji: (smile and a nod) Her wet condition and the ceaseless rains catalyzed the whole thing!

Me: Very smart! Huh!

Mama-ji: You know Anita… (his eyes seemed dreamy) …the relation went on so far and it was so vibrant that not only did we made love twice a week while she came for tuition, but also used to even take bath together in the toilet! It was an extremely erotic and a great phase in my life!

Me: Wow! That sounds pretty fascinating! What did her husband do?

Mama-ji: Lucky for me, he was in sales and was on tour most of the month. He he…

Me: I see…

Mama-ji’s eyes were dreamy; probably he was lost in his wonderful past, but yet I could note that his eyes were filled with a cloudy and yet stabbing lust for my body. Now he had taken his hand off his penis and was pressing it on my warm naked thighs. I could sense that he was getting harder and harder by the second. Though I tried to let my head relax on the pillow, but was unable to stop my gaze from traveling down to Mama-ji’s stout hard cock.

The next moment Mama-ji stretched and pulled up both my legs upwards, which enabled him a very apt close up view of my hairy choot. Mama-ji must have been smelling the pungent sexy smell that was emanating from my pussy! I felt slightly embarrassed as I thought that and my face was flushed. Mama-ji now knelt between my two plump thighs and brought my hips upwards and grabbed his penis to set its bulbous head towards the right spot. He exerted a great deal of force and inserted his penis inside my vagina.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaauuuuuu! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Uiiiiiiiiiiiiiii maaaaaaaaaaaaa!

He started slapping me initially slowly and then picking up the speed. I could sense Mama-ji’s marble-hard penis was forcing its way into my tender vagina guarded by the two delicate but strong lips. His organ was intensely hard and had a strong brute force! The head hit the back of my vagina with an intense fury and passion. Naturally I was screaming and moaning pretty aloud as Mama-ji’s hands were squeezing my jiggling breasts at his free will. I was concurrently encountering a mild pain in my vagina also as Mama-ji thrust his manhood more and more inside me!

Me: Ahhhh… slowly Mama-ji… slowly! Ahhh… a bit slowly…. Ufff!

As Mama-ji pulled back his penis an inch or two inside my vagina, I prepared for the return of another violent thrust. I held my breath and just then Mama-ji re-entered and virtually attacked my pussy!

Me: You brute! What’s your plan? Ahhhhh… Will you break my walls or what? Ahhh… Slowly….

Mama-ji: Slow is the symptom of old age my dear… I have speed! I am still young Anita!

Though there was some pain, I was thoroughly enjoying these quick strong thrusts. My thighs plunged hard against Mama-ji’s forcing our bodies to collide in extreme sexual fusion. I had closed my eyes and could feel Mama-ji’s hands, large and strong, now grabbing my big round ass and trying pull me up against his raging penis.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Mama-ji: Yyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss…. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuu!

It was an enormously weird feel when I sensed that Mama-ji almost reached and rubbed against my G-spot as he banged his way into my vagina. My arms shook with weakness as they stressed to hold myself in proper position. My whole body was naturally trembling in excitement and I wanted to fully hug Mama-ji desperately. But Mama-ji was well engrossed in his business and was humping me wildly with the support of his hands on the bed on my both sides. My buttocks and vagina clinched locking a hold around his erect penis and I could see a wild smile in Mama-ji’s lips!

Over and over again, Mama-ji thrust himself deep within my inner vaginal walls causing me to peak to a high-voltage orgasm around his powerful cock countless number of times. My entire body was shaky and sweaty by the time Mama-ji gave me the hardest thrust of all. He burst out with a wild cry as reached his peak! I could sense Mama-ji’s semen shooting deep into my pussy with an unmatched force!

Thump-squirt-thump-squirt!

It was as if endless and eternal. I was thrusting my heavy buttocks rhythmically to enjoy to the fullest! It was indeed a great fuck and towards the end I nearly sat upright trying with all my will to swallow Mama-ji’s entire cock inside my choot and to hold it there! At last feeling completely satisfied we both were slowly down. Our energy level was also exhausted! I could feel Mama-ji’s hot semen mixed with my juices oozing out from my vagina onto his satisfied penis. Mama-ji now slowly pulled his cock completely after giving her a gentle nudge forward. Mama-ji seemed to be utterly exhausted, which was but natural, and tiredly collapsed hugging me tightly. I was also completely worn out and in turn lovingly embraced him.

I did not know how long we rested like that hugging each other in a complete naked state and at last Mama-ji got back to senses first! He brushed my hair gently from my face peeling the strands still glued onto my skin by sweat. I was feeling extremely weak and was unwilling to open my eyes even. I had a feeling of utter weakness and being completely used!

I did not know how long we rested like that hugging each other in a complete naked state and at last Mama-ji got back to senses first! He brushed my hair gently from my face peeling the strands still glued onto my skin by sweat. I was feeling extremely weak and was unwilling to open my eyes even. I had a feeling of utter weakness and being completely used!

Then I went to bathroom to myself clean my ever leaking pussy.
Then as expected mamaji( I mean arjun ) help me to wear my panty and bra. As it has been 6 p.m. I requested him to take me to ashram.

Me: arjun, its getting late let us go to ashram
Arjun: I want to… but I can’t.
Me: why?

Asked in utter shock

Arjun: Baby.. I do not have petrol in my car
Me: why don’t u have put this before to me… I mean we can go by bus

Arjun: after 6 p.m. all the bus get stopped at this route as it is affected by naxalites.

Me: are u a stupid old fox? I mean… if my family members get to know that I spent a night here then they will never …
Me: arjun I beg u , please find a way to get me to asharam now.
Arjun: it’s not at all possible

Me: we can take lift and go to ashram.
Arjun: I had told u that this is naxalite area… any lift can turn to be risky… I mean I cannot want that my Bahu’s choot will serve naxalites.

After hearing “ bahu” again I was stunned and my face turned red in the wink of an eye. In fact I was breathless and felt absolutely blank! What was Mama-ji saying? Coming from Anita to Bahu and extending the sentence by words like “ choot “ .

Me: but mamaji … I have to go to ashram other wise what the society will that I have spend a night here ,even without any reason

Mamaji: There is a way but … then u have to be…

Me: mamaji say it… I can do anything…

Mamaji: there is friend of mine… which is sort of helper of naxalites, his truck passes from our village, but…

Me: mamaji say it … I can do anything…. I cannot want my self to call randi for my whole life.

Mamaji:As my friend Yogesh, is helper of naxalites… when he will know that u are my bahu this means to him that u are conservative and untouched maal, then he will sell u to naxalites.

Me: mamaji u said that he is your friend.

Mamaji: bahu… these peoples are real friend of money only.

Me: so, mamaji there is no way.

Mamaji: yes there is but…

In very much frustrated tone.
Me: say it mamaji… for godshake… say it.

Mamaji: Beti for that … u have to become temporarily randi.

Me: what?

Mamaji: beti… when he will knew that u are very very cheap randi…just come to serve me… then he will left u … as he will not be interested to sell u.

I was insane after hearing this. Is mamaji has gone mad.
But realized that to be called as rand for whole life , it will easy to act as slut for some time.

Me: I am ready to do it…

Mamaji: but…

Me: now what?

Mamaji: beti … don’t get angry… I am just trying to help u.

I know he is helping me to become “ slut” .
But as there is no chance .

Me: mamaji say it … I will do anything.

Mamaji:beti… u have to travel fully nangi in truck… so as to represent very very cheap rand.

I am just boiling in anger. This man wants me to travel in fully nangi in truck to ashram.
He is calling me” beti” to become slut. Is his mind is not satisfied by filling a hot load in my pussy and rubbing my watermelons to a burst.
Thinking all this I am again feeling wet between my legs. As I knew that I have no option I said

Me: ok…
Lowering my eyes.

Mamaji: beti… u are very intelligent that u have taken a good decision… by the way there are only 15 min. left for the truck to come… so pack your bag… and get without clothes.. I mean even a single thread should not be on your body.

Me: but should truck will come to our house.

Mamaji: yes … I will call him.

Me: mamaji but how can I just drop in front of ashram at fully nangi position.

Mamaji: beti u are so innocent… we will get out of truck 1 k.m. before ashram so that u can wear your clothes.

I felt guilty for asking such a stupid question.

Mamaji: hurry up beti… hurry up.

I packed my bag and went to bathroom and closed the door to open my full jawani.
As I dropped my panty on floor, I can saw my licking pussy and immediately tears burst out of my eyes.

I never in my whole seven janam( births) had thought that I will have to act like very cheap randi.
I freed my bottles by unhooking my bra.

I open my hair clip and throw it on the floor and try to hide my upper jawani by my hairs.
Then I had shooted by a good idea , that I should put this clip in my love spot so that no one can put his lund fully inside me while traveling to ashram.
I immediately pick up the clip and first put it inside my mouth to make it wet and then with 5-6 strokes just put it inside my pussy, which already so wet that it felt no problem to accommodate it.

Mama-ji (in a whispering tone): Anita… Anita!

Me: Ohh… yes… let me relax for a while… please Mama-ji… am feeling terribly tired!

Mama-ji: Hmm… okay, I can understand that…

I could sense Mama-ji getting out of the bed though I did not feel like opening my eyes. I knew I was not wearing anything, but could not find strength to cover me up! I realized Mama-ji speeding up the fan and I indeed felt very comfortable. The increased moving air felt awesome over my curvy naked figure. I continued to rest in that static state for some more time till Mama-ji came back again and wobbled me up.

Mama-ji: Anita! Anita! Arre… we are already late my dear! We have to reach ashram by 7 p.m. Have you forgotten that? Anita… you must get back to Guru-ji on time! Anita!

A ray of lightning as if passed through my body as I heard the words “ashram” and “Guru-ji”. How could I completely forget all about “ashram” and lay here like this recapitulating on how I enjoyed being fucked by my own relative!

Me: O My God!

Now I had to open my eyes and though I was feeling exceptionally tired I realized that I must get going. I did not have the guts to violate Guru-ji’s orders and he had specifically mentioned to come back by evening time. I noticed that Mama-ji was tucking his shirt inside his trousers and almost ready to proceed. I closed my eyes momentarily, took a deep breath, and gathered all my energy to ascend and get dressed.

Me: How could I miss that! How could I….Ish! Are we too late?

Strength seemed to have sprung back again in my body and I swiftly got off the bed with one hand covering my naked hairy choot and I angled my other arm across my swaying breasts to save some dignity. Obviously I was portraying a horribly indecent look, but had no options also. Mama-ji naturally was ogling at me.

Mama-ji: Umm… not really late, but (looking at his watch) … but we do not have the luxury to waste a minute also Anita!

I picked up my blouse and petticoat from the bedside and Mama-ji was kind enough to forward me my undies with a smiling face. The old crook!

He was constantly eyeing my nangi jawani - which was but natural – how often would he get a chance to see a matured woman completely exposed in front of his eyes – hardly! As our eyes met I had to drop my eyelids in natural shyness and hurried towards the toilet covering my frontals with my sari and petticoat.

I cleaned myself and get dressed in record time and Mama-ji vividly appreciated that. I was feeling a bit tense as to whether we could reach ashram in the stipulated time.

Mama-ji: Don’t worry sweetheart… I will fly you to the ashram! Have faith on my driving skills. You proceed to the car and I will catch you after locking the house.

Me: Am depending on you Mama-ji…

Though Mama-ji had to start off slowly due to the hustle and bustle of the town, but he accelerated significantly as we proceeded towards the countryside. I appreciated his driving skills in my mind as even at this advanced age he had rather steady hands on the wheel. Hence, in no time, we covered remarkable distance!

The driving stretch was more or less smooth for me except that Mama-ji tried to take “advantage” while driving through the lonely stretches. Though I was sitting glued to the window on the front seat, Mama-ji forced me to some closeness and since I was not in a position to protest also after sharing his bed and I had to allow “that much”. Honestly I was pretty reluctant – firstly because of my extreme tiredness and secondly I could realize that it was not very east for me to accept him physically as afterall he was my “Mama-ji”!

I tried my best to restrain him by referring to his driving, the incoming traffic from the opposite direction, and even about the speed at which the car was traveling, but he was just behaving like a pervert trying to push his left hand (his right hand was on the steering wheel) inside my sari at locations obviously sensitive and uncomfortable for me. I soon sensed that in trying to keep distance from Mama-ji and in an attempt to justify my tiredness to him, I was in fact making a compromise on the speed, as he naturally was slowing down as he had to converse with me. This in turn made me more anxious and tensed about getting late to the ashram.

Hence I halfheartedly shifted towards him and Mama-ji readily kept his left hand on my well-formed thighs over my sari and started feeling its smoothness with his fingers. He brushed his hand up and down my thighs with an occasional squeeze here and there, which made me to gasp a few times. I tried to divert him with talks related to other topics, but was of no avail. And, very soon Mama-ji began pulling up my sari over my legs so that he could expose my legs and caress them. I was feeling so weak, both mentally and physically, that I did not even have the willingness to prevent him from doing that indecent act.

Thus in no time Mama-ji was able to bunch my sari and petticoat up above my knees and his hand was ready to intrude further! I tried to make a feeble impediment by pushing off his hand from my legs with my both hands, but Mama-ji, to my utter shock, simply used his right hand to regain position! I virtually screamed out as he removed his right hand off the steering wheel and was rather frightened at his loose behavior, but he evidently seemed rather confident about controlling the car even without holding the steering wheel! Though he was smiling with great poise, I was not at all amused and decided not to hinder him such that he commits

As he accelerated the car, his left hand was pulling up my sari crossing all limits of decency and at one point I had to even push up my buttocks to aid in his perverted approach! I was breathing deeply as I continued to count minutes to reach the ashram! I could not at least blame Mama-ji regarding speed because he was driving real fast. And so was his left hand working on my body! As a truck passed us from the opposite direction, in its bright yellow headlight, I was shocked to find my legs almost completely exposed and Mama-ji had tugged my sari so high up my legs it resembled as if I was clad in a Micromini!

I honestly wished things to have stopped there, but Mama-ji was getting wilder as he touched more and more of my naked warm skin! During this phase I did extract a couple of info from Mama-ji which were intriguing me till then. Mama-ji admitted that the blood that I saw coming out of his nose was created through a tiny pouch of red colored liquid, which he was secretly holding without my notice. And, Dr. Desai had sent Mama-ji to the medicine shop to bring a gel to be applied in my vagina while I was senseless and I was alone with the doctor for some 10-15 minutes. Hence I got the confirmation that the doctor must have used that opportunity to fuck me (indeed the actual fact was something else, which remained unknown to me).

I continued to sit close to Mama-ji in the front seat with my sari tugged high up exposing my butter-colored fleshy thighs as the car traversed the countryside in galloping speed. At one sharp turn, Mama-ji moved his left hand off my legs and placed it round my neck over my shoulder. I breathed a bit easy not to feel his palm grazing on my naked legs, but before I could even think of pulling down my sari, he pulled me more towards his body and I almost fell on his torso. Though his right hand was rock steady on the steering wheel, his left hand encircling my neck hung very awkwardly over my upturned boobs, just an inch or two away!

I was naturally feeling very odd sitting like that with passing vehicles from the opposite direction illuminating our closeness. I time and again looked down his hand dangling inches away from my erect mammaries and I could clearly make out that Mama-ji was deliberately brushing his hand on the tip of my breasts. Naturally I was staring to feel somewhat excited and just then at a left turn on the road as Mama-ji steered to the left, he leaned on me, and I could clearly feel his fingers grasping my entire left breast and his palm resting on the firm flesh over my sari and blouse. Naturally I sighed out a bit loudly and immediately tried to remove his hand off my breast. Apart from the excitement part, I felt very embarrassed also as till such time while he was groping my legs, it was not visible to the vehicles coming from the opposite direction, but now with his left hand encircling my neck and pawing my breast, was very much evident to anyone coming from the opposite direction!

I tried to explain it to Mama-ji, but he was riding very high and just laughed away my concern! I was virtually pasted to his body the way he had embraced me and now was openly squeezing my left breast over my sari. I soon realized that he was doing that very purposefully each time he saw an approaching vehicle which actually made me feel particularly humiliated. A couple of cars and a lorry passed us and I was sure the drivers of those vehicles must have noticed what was going on in this car! I looked around outside; fortunately the county road was desolate and there was no one who would spot us.

To my utter shock, the next moment I found myself sitting beside him palluless as he had slipped down my pallu off my shoulder to my lap and now had begun fondling my tits just over my blouse and bra. His hand was now very much prominent over my breasts and the tight feeling of my conical hillocks must have boosted him further! Before I could make a move or plea Mama-ji, the old fox slipped his left hand straight inside my blouse and started moving his fingers on my dense boob flesh! I shrieked out at his behavior and was shocked to see the force he was exerting to keep things (=me) under control.

The way he started moving and wobbling his fingers inside my blouse made me seriously concerned about my blouse and bra hooks. He almost cried out in joy as he got hold of my left nipple fully in between his two fingers! Concurrently I also moaned out very sexily as I felt his touches on my growing nipple! Mama-ji tried to tweak my hardening nipple, but failed to do so properly due to scarcity of space inside my bra! He was sending out loud shouts of joy as he drove and groped me simultaneously.

My fatigue was quickly being overridden by my molested condition. His fingers were copiously groping my tight boob flesh and the very next moment I realized he was trying his best to grab my whole left breast in his palm; in fact he was actually trying to pull it out of my blouse! My God! What was he up to? He would drive and I would sit beside him with my breast popping out of my dress! Had he gone crazy or what? I was dead alert and protested very strongly revealing my strong irritation towards his moves. Mama-ji seemed to be nonchalant by my defense, but just then a speedy truck swerved passed our ambassador; it was indeed a very close call as Mama-ji was momentarily distracted by my objection. Thankfully it made Mama-ji realize his responsibility with the steering wheel and he apologized and agreed to concentrate on driving during the remaining stretch to the ashram.

Unfortunately although Mama-ji did not misbehave with me any further, but he continued to drive the car with the very thought of groping me one last time before I part from him and went back to the ashram. As he drove past the dark backwoods and occasionally looked sideways at me, he indeed was cherishing that desire while I had little clue about that. I was looking past the window to the dark landscape outside and was trying to regain my energy level to attend the Maha-yagya while my hair was flying in all sides in the stiff wind coming through the windowpane. My face lit up with joy as I could trace the ashram at a distance in the dark, but my delight was pretty short-lived as I found Mama-ji slowing the car.

Before I could inquire, Mama-ji promptly descended the car off the road and encroached some meters inside a bushy hedge and parked the car there switching off the headlights. There was no need for any explanation to Mama-ji’s act. It was an isolated dark corner in the bush and since off the road was indistinguishable to passersby if any. Mama-ji shut off the car engine and quickly shifted towards me on the front seat. Not a word was spoken, yet I knew what was in store! I did not try to protest or fight and create a scene nor had I that physical strength to do so.

Mama-ji quickly came very close to me and pulled up his left leg on the front seat and tried to hug me. Though I knew his primary intention was not to hug me but to touch my private parts, I cooperated with his move. Honestly I did not want to prolong things as my focus was obviously to get back to ashram in time. For the first time I was very mechanical. I shifted my body more towards him thrusting my big breasts and evidently the old pervert was overjoyed and readily started cupping and caressing my tits over my dress. His lips automatically closed on my face and he started kissing my smooth cheeks.

I raised my hands towards his neck and embraced him making it all the more easier for him to access my bust flesh unhindered. Mama-ji whiffed off my sari pallu and was trying to cup my big firm mammaries with both palms. Though I was utterly tired, the feel of male hands on my breasts made my senses to stand up and I could feel goosebump all over my body and a racing heart. Mama-ji obviously enjoyed thoroughly squeezing and cupping my tight boob flesh – in fact any male would – to grope a 28-year-old matured woman like this – unimpeded! Mama-ji was feverishly brushing and pressing his wet lips all over my face.

Though I was in no mood, but due this heavy doze of groping, I was undoubtedly getting keyed up! Mama-ji obviously was eyeing my lips and finally when he was able to place his lips on mine, I started to go weak. I was already mentally and physically drained out and naturally as Mama-ji started sucking my lips, I was drastically getting lost in his arms. I slipped on the seat and my head rested on the windowpane as he pressed and sucked my soft lips. I realized Mama-ji was taking control very fast and quite emphatically as he pushed his right hand well inside my blouse and cupped my naked breast!

I could feel my nipple growing inside his palm as he continued to kiss me hard. Seeing my defenseless state, Mama-ji was gaining in confidence and took both his hands off my bust and quickly started tugging my sari up my fair legs. My eyes were closed and I was feeling utterly weak, but as I sensed my legs getting briskly exposed, I had to do something!

Mama-ji was a strong man even at this age and it was very difficult for me to take control at this stage when he was all set to disrobe me! I jerked my head and took off my lips off him, but Mama-ji was a tough nut and he immediately pulled me more towards him and slipped his right hand down my waist towards my legs. The very next moment I could sense his palm directly on my warm naked thighs as my sari was already hiked up till that part and before I could even react properly, he started pushing his hand up through my sari!

I could feel his warm fingers against my bare skin inside my sari and he just didn’t stop till he reached my buttocks! I was getting exposed by the minute! I could realize that I must do something now, but was unable to do so! Mama-ji was confidently feeling my naked ass cheek with his hand under my sari as well as my scant little panty! He in fact was pushing the edge of my panty with his fingers further towards my ass crack and was exposing more and more of my heavy ass flesh for his pleasure. I could not just shut off my eyes and allow things to carry on like that!

I was myself getting turbulent with each lewd move of my elderly relative. Finally, gathering all my might and willpower, I started to avert and obstruct him. It was not an easy task at all and I realized that I could not win with physical power over my elderly relative. He was in a very advantageous position almost riding my body. Mama-ji was able to bunch up my sari and petticoat till my waist exposing my sexy well formed legs to their entirety; moreover I could feel the cold sensation of the leather seat of the car on my buttocks over my panty as he was also successful in pushing my sari up completely from below my hips!

My tits were also awfully exposed over my blouse and while Mama-ji caressed my left boob, he slid off my left bra strap from my shoulder inside my blouse and hence my bra cup was miserably loose on that breast enabling him to abundantly enjoy that special loose feel of my tit though I was wearing the bra. The darkness was the only shield for me.

There was only one way to save myself; I had to apply the old trick. I had to be shameless to the limit to do so, but that was the only line of attack left for me. As I was almost leaning on the windowpane with Mama-ji’s body-weight on me, his one hand on my breasts and the other hand below my gaand, I started to struggle and fight back. I had to do something to distract him and loosen his body weight on me and I decided to kiss him. I started kissing him on his cheeks and the sides of his lips and naturally Mama-ji was thrilled to the hilt. As he loosened his grip on me slightly, I quickly got into a better posture and reached for his trouser zip!

I could feel his rod standing like a pole inside his brief and without wasting a second I started pulling down the zip. Mama-ji growled in ecstasy and moaned loudly as I used my nimble fingers to quickly pull out his lund from the slit of his chaddi through his open trouser zip. Mama-ji roared and trembled as I held his naked lund in my palm and welcomed my move by squeezing out my whole left breast off my blouse! It seemed his mission was successful! He was trying this for a long time and lastly he just oozed out my whole left breast from my blouse by opening the top two hooks of it. Naturally I was breathing extremely heavily and was hardly able to keep my control.

Mama-ji’s crude method of exposing me was making me thoroughly embarrassed and my blood was gushing through my vessels making me tremble in sheer elation. I clenched my teeth and tried my best to keep my calm. Mama-ji was roaring like a tiger as I caressed his warm naked lund. It was gaining to its full size and I started to fondle it very craftily. I pressed on the entire length of his erect penis and poked on its head with my thumb. Additionally I angled my leg and pulled it up on the car seat thereby enabling Mama-ji to touch my panty front directly. I knew this way the old rascal would be in seventh heaven as he was already much excited groping me so sexily at his free will.

I stroked his lund very honestly and allowed Mama-ji to caress my naked jiggling breast and choot over my panty very generously and continued it for so long that it became virtually impossible for Mama-ji to hold back his juices. The result was sweet as honey as I soon found Mama-ji yelling in jubilation and exhilaration as his whole body shook and he tried to hug me while warm white fluid gushed out of his cock and covered my fingers.

Thankfully not much time was wasted after that though I had to allow Mama-ji some rest before he could drive again. Mama-ji was quite happy to ejaculate in my hands as he was panting significantly and must have been feeling the physical toll. We both got out of the car and cleaned ourselves before we moved on again. It was just a 2-3 minutes drive from that place to the ashram and I was so happy to be at the ashram again, at last!