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   Chapter 3 Mother's Decision.

   Later that evening I was sitting in the family room by the fireplace
while my wife, Pooja, was sitting beside me.  She was recollecting what
happened that morning.

   Thank you Kapil, for helping me fixing Dev's dick by peeing in front of
him.

   Oh, that's okay.

   But tell me, why his pee thing is so long and big and yours is small.

   It is not called a pee thing; it is called a dick or cock.  Also penis.

   Okay, but why is yours smaller than his?

   I don't know; I guess not all men are born equal.

   Will yours grow bigger when you reach his age?

   No; I don't think so.  This is the maximum for me.

   You are lucky, Kapil.  You have a small protected penis.  Poor Dev.  His
is so big and long.  I bet when he

   is walking around his cock is getting hurt by slapping on his thighs or
even bumping into furniture and

   cabinets.  And his thighs are so hairy.  I wonder if his cock will get
all scratched.

   Yeah, may be.

   And he has to be careful with his hanging balls too.  They might get
caught in the holes in his charpai

   (traditional indian bed made of ropes).

   Don't worry honey.  There is no charpai in America.  He left his in
India.

   Still....  but what was he saying about fucking my ass?  What does that
mean?

   I think he wanted to put his dick into your ass.

   You mean, my shit hole.

   Yes.

   Really!  Why?  Why would he want to do so?

   I don't know for sure but may be his thinking was not straight at that
time as he was embarrassed.  You

   were making him to pee in front of us all.  Or may be he was happy with
you helping him and he just

   wanted to express what he could give you in return.  Poor thing.  He has
no money; what else he can

   offer except his cock.  And he has no education so these were the best
words he could come up with.  I

   apologize if you found him rude.

   Mother, who was sitting close by on the kitchen table, was listening to
our conversation, came over to

   join us.  She brought cups of tea and put them on the coffee table.  She
put the little girl (she was named

   Raveena) in the play area, pulled her left boob out and hanging over the
coffee table squeezed her

   boob to pour milk in the cups.  Then she came over to me saying that I
had become so weak from

   eating foreign food; she pulled out her other breast and asked me to
suck on it.  While I started feeding

   on her boob she sat besides me.

   She explained to my wife: Sometimes men want to do this for a change. 
They just want to explore

   women's assholes.  We in our family always try to help the needy, the
poor and the ailing.  If we could

   help someone, then it is good for everyone.  I am glad what you did this
morning.  First you saved the

   flowers from Dev's pee and then educated him on how to pee in a
civilized way.  You also did a great

   job fixing his aching dick by sucking on it and on his balls.  As far as
my son's small dick is concerned,

   it runs in the family.

   I continued to suck on mum's nipple.

   Pooja: I fee so sorry for Dev.  But I am glad at the end he felt better.
I am afraid it might hurt his dick
again if I let him put it in my ass.  And I don't even know if it would

go in.  It is so big and I have never

   done this before.  I don't know.

   Mother: Don't worry; that is why I came with you.  Dev used to work on
the farms not inside our house
in India, so I don't know him much.  I don't know how much he likes

fucking assholes or how many

   times he has done this in the past.  But we will see.

   Pooja turning to me: Kapil, I never knew these things before.  Now that
Dev wants to put his cock in my

   ass to express his gratitude, what do you think I should do?  If I say
no would I hurt his feelings?

   Me: It is possible.  He is new in this country and left his wife and
kids back in India.  In a sense he came
all the way just to help us.  And he is lonely here.  All these things

can make a person emotionally weak.

   Your "no" might disturb him to say the least.

   Mother: We should try our best not to say no.  This is against our
family values of good will to all
humans and living things.  And plus there is no downside to having

someone's dick in ass.  Lots of

   people do it for pleasure but you, Pooja, will be doing it for a higher
purpose.

   Me: But Mommy she is my new bride and I have not even had any sex with
her yet.  And I too am
worried about the size of Dev's cock.  It might be very painful to have

Pooja's ass stretched with that

   thing.

   Pooja: I am not worried about my suffering.  But I am concerned Dev's
dick might feel squeezed and get

   hurt while probing into my shit hole.

   Mother: My son, you will have your bride for you all your life.  But the
issue at hand is serious.  We
cannot afford to hurt anyone's feeling and Dev is our own and only

servant.  And if Pooja's ass feels a

   little pain it is still worth a good cause.  And Pooja to answer your
question, I am sure Dev would be

   able to stretch your ass enough to make things easy for this dick.  And
in fact many men feel happy

   when their dick get squeezed in an asshole.

   Pooja: Is that right?  Kapil, will you enjoy if you put your penis in my
ass?
Me: Hmm, I never thought about that before.
Mother: Every man is different, Pooja.  Different things make them
happy. Some of them like licking
their wives' pussies.  Some even like to see their wives suck other

men's dicks.
Pooja: Kapil, did you like when I sucked on Dev's dick?
Me: It certainly was interesting.
Mother: He certainly liked it.  He is just being shy.  I can see it in
his eyes.  But at this time we should
check on Dev to make sure he has healed well from this morning accident.



   Then she shouted: Dev come here.

   By now I had stopped sucking on mother's nipple and was snuggled close
to her.  I love her warmth.

   Dev came and sat on the ground obediently.
Mother: Pooja told me what happened this morning.  Are you okay now?
Dev: Yes, just a little redness and soreness on my balls but otherwise I
am fine.
Mother: I need to check; ultimately I am responsible for what happens
here.

   Dev took off his sarong and stood in front of mum and me, for mum to
examine him.  Mother looked

   happy and worried at the same time.  She held his massive meaty dick
which was now limp.  She closely

   examined it up and down and then resting it on her shoulder started to
examine his balls.  She fondled

   his balls, rubbed them and kept on pulling and releasing them for quite
some time.  Since I had my head

   resting on mum's shoulder, Dev's dick was right in front of me.  It
smelled of sweat and piss.  It was

   twitching slightly in response to mother's examination.

   Finally mum said, " On the whole he is okay however, there seems to be
some early skin damage

   reflected by the redness of the foreskin.  Pooja, did you suck a lot on
the foreskin?"
Pooja: Yes aunty; I was just trying to help.
Mum: That is okay.  Next time if this happens just pull the foreskin
back and lick on the head of the

   dick.  The head can sustain more trauma.
Pooja: Ok aunty.
By now my little sister, Raveena, had come over to us and was looking at

Dev's dick with interest.  Mum

   held her tiny hand and put Dev's cock in her hand.  Mum said, " Raveena,
take Dev to Pooja so she can

   see the damage." Raveena holding Dev by his dick led him to the other
sofa where Pooja was sitting.  It

   was quite a scene.  My five year old sister holding our fifty four year
old servant by his dick walking him

   across the family room to my wife so she can examine his hurt dick.

   Pooja caressed the foreskin and apologized to Dev one more time. 
Raveena, copying my wife, started

   playing with Dev's dick.

   Mum: In order to avoid further damage, Dev will not wear a sarong or
trousers or underwear etc.  In this
way, fresh air will heal his dick.  This is like his own home anyway and

just like he is helping us with

   chores, we should help him too.

   With this she tossed his sarong under the sofa.

   to be continued...