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 This real life experience happened to me three years ago.  At that time I
had just started working in a shoe-making factory in Tamilnadu, as an
accountant.  I was twenty-four, unmarried, and had no experience in matters
of sex, whatsoever.  I mean, I used to think about having sex and I used to
masturbate.  But I had never had any real experience with a woman.  For one
thing, I was shy.  Another, I abhorred the very thought of having sex with
a prostitute.  But sexual desire in me was there in plenty.  I was
masturbating almost every night, and I was also wondering if that was
affecting my health adversely.  I was a friendly guy at my workplace. 
Everyone liked me because I had a good sense of humor.  I was from Kerala
and I was not able to speak Tamil well.  But I was picking up fast.  There
was one other malayalee in our company, a boy of nineteen named Shiju.  He
ran errands and did odd jobs.  He was of a poor background.  He was not a
talkative person.  And, even though we belonged to the same state, we were
not friends in the real sense.  We knew each other, that's all.  From my
side, I had never let him feel that I was keeping a distance from him
because of our positions, me an accountant and him a mere labourer in the
factory.  The fact was that he was not friendly with anyone.  He was an
aloof sort of creature.  When Onam came I asked permission from my boss to
go to Kerala.  He was reluctant at first, since it was a new factory and
work was going on in full swing, but seeing that I was already home-sick
from being away from my hometown for a long time, he granted me a leave of
five days.  So I got ready to go to Palakkad, the district to which I
belonged.  I was to leave by the six o'clock bus in the evening and catch
the Trivandrum mail at Katpadi railway station in the middle of the night.
While I was hurriedly doing the packing, Shiju came to my room.  He too had
asked for leave, but the boss had declined straight away.  "What is the
matter, Shiju?" I asked.  "Want me to bring you something?" "No," he
replied.  But by the expression on his face I understood that he wanted
something from me.  It was usually money.  He used to borrow small amounts
from me when he had to urgently send money to his home.  He said now, "Will
you do me a favor, sar?" "Name it, Shiju," I said benevolently.  "Sar, if I
had got this leave for Onam I was planning to bring my mother here." "Your
mother?  Here?  Why" "Family problems, sar.  Ever since my sister has got
married my poor mother is not getting any peace of mind at home.  She is
not at all treated nicely.  Her daughter and son-in-law want to drive her
out of the house." "Oh.  But, Shiju, where will you keep her here?  In your
room?  It is so small and you are sharing it with someone?" "That person is
about to move.  And I am sure that we will manage, sar." He waited a few
seconds.  Then he said, "If sar don't mind, can my mother accompany you
when you are coming back here?  She is a village woman, sar, and has not
seen much of the outside world." I thought about it.  I had no problem with
that.  "Where will she board the train?" I asked.  "At Palakkad Junction
itself.  I will convey the message to her through telephone that she is to
meet you at the station." "All right, Shiju." So I went home for Onam and
spent the festive occasion with my parents at their house.  My elder sister
and her family also came there.  It was a nice experience.  I forgot all
about Shiju and his mother and remembered about them only when my leave was
over and I was getting ready to go to Palakkad railway station.  I wondered
then how I was going to recognize Shiju's amma.  She should be about forty
or forty-five, I thought.  But how would I recognize her.  Palakkad railway
station is crowded most of the time.  But still, I was able to locate
Shiju's amma without difficulty.  Or, to be more exact, she spotted me. 
Her daughter and son-in-law had come with her to see her off.  They had
together reached the railway station early in the evening, after a long
bus-ride of three hours from their village.  She had seen me standing on
the platform and had pointed me out to the son-in-law, who had then come up
to me and asked me whether I was Anandan Menon of the Duro Shoe Factory.  I
asked Shiju's mother (her name was Padma) how she was able to recognize me.
"Shiju gave me a good description of you, sar?" She replied.  I looked at
her and my very first thought was that she did not at all look like Shiju.
Shiju was dark and lean.  She was a fair-complexioned woman and looked
healthy.  She seemed to be around thirty-five, but she could have been
older.  Her skin had a healthy shine to it and perhaps that was making her
look younger.  I gently asked her not to call me `sar'.  "Call me Nandu,
Amma," I told her.  "Everyone at my home calls me Nandu." At which she
smiled, a good-natured smile.  But she did not stop calling me `sar', which
I found somewhat embarrassing.  I noticed that all three of them were
wearing sandalwood-paste marks on their forehead.  "Oh, I see that you have
been to the temple," I said.  There was a small but famous temple close to
the railway station.  They all nodded with a smile.  A moment later, the
daughter and son-in-law left the place without even saying a proper
goodbye. I guessed that they were too eager to get rid of Padma.  I noticed
that she was hurt by their conduct, and she did her best to hide it from
me. We sat down on a bench and did not talk much.  It started raining and
the platform became a crowded place.  Our train came at nine.  We boarded
it in the general compartment and, though it was packed, we were lucky to
find a place to sit.  She was reluctant to sit next to me at first and I
had to ask her a couple of times to take her seat before it was occupied by
someone else.  She sat down and fell asleep very quickly, unknowingly
resting her head on my shoulder.  Maybe the bus journey in the evening had
been very tiring.  I was afraid of sleeping because we would reach Katpadi
somewhere in the middle of the night or in the early morning.  And I did
not want to miss that.  I had to positively reach my workplace the next
day. So I tried my best to keep awake.  But I dozed off after a while and
woke up only when someone cried out that the train had reached Katpadi.  I
hurriedly woke up Shiju's amma and we got down just in time.  I looked at
my watch.  It was five o'clock in the morning.  The train was a bit late.
We started to go out of the station.  I was hoping to find a taxi outside.
Buses would not start running until it was eight.  Imagine my dismay when I
learnt from the station-master that there would be no taxi or buses plying
that day because of a twenty-four hours Tamil Nadu bandh called by a
political party in the wake of some communal riots in certain parts!  "Tell
me, is there no way we can find a taxi?" I asked him.  "Not even if the
gods ask," he replied with a smile.  I thought about it.  It was a
four-hour bus journey from Katpadi to my place of work.  So walking that
long distance was simply out of question.  "What shall we do, sar?" Shiju's
mother asked me gently in a concerned voice.  "Don't worry, amma.  We will
find a way." I asked the station-master if we could stay in the
waiting-room of the station until the bandh was over.  He told me that we
could, but that it was not at all safe so he would not recommend it.  Then
I asked him if there was a lodge nearby.  He said that there was one.  But
he was afraid that it would not contain any vacant rooms.  The bandh had
been a surprise for many people who had got down at that station.  Anyway,
I and Shiju's mother went to this lodge, a dilapidated two-storey building
and met the person who worked as the receptionist.  And he said that there
was just one room vacant, but it was too small for two people to stay. 
"There is no bigger room?" I asked.  He shook his head.  He said, "But you
both will be able to adjust, since you are only mother and son.  It is
better for you to take it, sar, since it is the last.  Today everything
will be shutdown and no vehicles will run.  It is better to stay indoors
today." So I took it.  He gave me the key and directed us to go up a narrow
flight of stairs, to the very end of a dark corridor having a row of tiny
rooms.  Room No.69.  Before we went to our room I used the telephone at the
reception desk to call my boss and tell him about the situation.  He was
sympathetic and told me that he was aware of the bandh and since it was an
unforeseen event he could extend my leave for one more day.  The room was
no bigger than a bathroom.  Infact, it was so small that it could have been
easily mistaken for a cupboard.  Somehow a tiny bed had been squeezed into
it.  It had a small mirror on the wall and a tiny window with a single
shutter.  There was a dirty-looking wash-basin fitted under the mirror.  I
looked at the room and wondered how we were going to adjust there.  Shiju's
mother read my thoughts and she suddenly said that she could stay out in
the corridor since it would be difficult for both of us to adjust in that
tiny room.  In the corridor?  I quickly smiled and said that there was no
need of doing that, that it was alright, that somehow we should be able to
manage.  We put our things under the bed.  The room did not obviously have
an attached toilet or bathroom.  We would have to use the combined toilets
and bathrooms at the other end of the corridor.  I undid the bolts of the
small window and pushed the shutter open.  Immediately, I closed it again
because an unbearable stench entered the room through the window.  "Ugh! 
It is so awful!" I exclaimed.  I peeped out through the dusty glass of the
window and saw that the area below, which was actually the backyard of the
lodge, was being used as a garbage dumping ground.  "The place is full of
garbage.  We cannot open this window.  I'll report it to the receptionist."
I looked at her.  She looked very tired.  "Amma, do you want to use the
toilet?" I asked her.  She shook her head.  She looked nervous and worried,
a rustic woman, getting a rough taste of the outside world.  I put a hand
on her shoulder and gently told her that there was no need to worry.  She
smiled briefly.  I asked her to lie on the bed and rest while I went to the
toilet to freshen up.  She told me that it was okay, that she was not
tired. But her face told me otherwise.  "Amma," I told her, "I am like your
son.  I have a mother just like you at my home in Palakkad.  So don't be
shy before me, okay." She smiled and nodded.  She seemed to relax a bit
now. But she told me that she would not use the bed, that she would lie on
the floor.  "Why?  No, amma," I said.  "You lie on the bed.  I will lie on
the floor." When she heard this tears rose up in her eyes.  She said, "You
are a very good man, sar.  I wish my son-in-law was like you.  No, let me
sleep on the floor.  I am used to sleeping on the floor, son." I realized
that it was futile to argue with her on this matter.  "Okay," I said.  "But
use the bed now, since it is free at the moment." She nodded, but still
looked reluctant.  The receptionist appeared at the doorway and announced
that if we required breakfast and lunch he could supply it from a nearby
restaurant.  The restaurant was shut, but its kitchen was open.  So I
ordered some idlis and dosas and tea.  I also complained to him about the
foul smell.  He said that he would do something about it and left.  I took
out my toilet items and went out of the room.  Just as I had expected, the
bathroom was no better.  It looked like it had not been cleaned for a year.
I took a bath and returned fifteen minutes later.  I found that the door of
our room was bolted from inside.  I knocked lightly and she said from
inside, "Just a moment, sar." When she opened the door a minute later I
noticed that she had changed her clothes.  She was now in a yellow sari
with maroon border.  The sari looked old and faded.  She probably wore it
at home.  She was getting ready for her stay in the lodge.  She told me
that the food had come.  I asked her then why she did not start eating and
she said that she wanted to wait until I returned.  After that she went to
the bathroom for a quick freshening up and then we had our breakfast
together, sitting on the small bed.  She now started asking me questions
about my family.  She asked me whether I was married.  I said no.  She
asked me about how Shiju was doing at the workplace.  I answered all her
questions gently.  Evidently, she had grown to like me.  But that was not a
new thing.  Everybody who got to know me liked me.  From her words I came
to know that Shiju had already told her many things about me and my work at
the factory.  Thus we sat talking until we had finished all the idlis and
dosas.  Then she got up to wash her hand.  As she stepped towards the
wash-basin, turning her back to me, I saw that a bit of her sari had got
trapped in the crack of her bottom.  Even as I watched she brought her hand
behind her and gently smoothened the folds of her sari.  Then she saw me
looking at her through the corner of her eye and all my blood rushed to my
face.  To hide my embarrassment I started looking for my chappals under the
bed.  After washing her hands she gathered the used banana leaves (these
were used instead of plates), rolled them into a ball and tossed it out of
the window.  After that we decided to sleep, since we were both tired.  She
took out an old bedcover from her bag and spread it on the floor.  I shut
and bolted the door.  She laid down on the floor.  I once again asked her
to use the bed while I slept on the floor.  She declined.  I laid down on
the bed.  It was a small bed, but it had a thick and soft mattress on it. I
looked at her.  She was lying with her back to me.  Above us, a small but
noisy ceiling-fan was whirring away, providing some relief from the heat.
It was only seven, but it was getting hot.  "Tell me about your village," I
said to her, hoping that she would turn around and then we would make
conversation until we felt sleepy.  She did not respond.  She was already
asleep.  It was true that both of us had slept on and off on the train
during the night.  But I think that that had actually made us more tired. I
yawned and closed my eyes.  Soon, I too slept.  I woke up suddenly at
around eleven.  The sun was high up in the sky and a bright light was
coming into the room through the small window.  Sunlight was falling
directly on my face.  The power supply had gone and the old, dirty-looking
ceiling-fan had stopped working.  The heat was intense.  And why not?  The
only door and window of the room were shut.  I was simply bathing in sweat.
I started to turn over on my side, and then I froze when I looked at
Shiju's mother.  She was asleep.  I could hear her gentle snoring.  She was
still lying on her side with her back to me.  Just like me, she perspiring
heavily.  The faded yellow sari she was wearing had become quite
disorderly. I don't know how, but her sari and her petticoat had moved a
long way up from its position at her feet, and her legs were bare almost up
to the thighs.  It was probably the heat.  In her sleep she must have
kicked at her sari.  I looked away the moment my eyes fell on her bare
legs. But when I realized that she was fast asleep, I let my eyes slowly
return and rest on them.  And my heart began to beat wildly.  I remembered
how earlier when she had got up from the bed to go to wash-basin her sari
had got caught in the crack of her ass.  While she was washing her hands at
the wash-basin she had stood still in a very self-conscious manner.  She
was probably thinking that I was looking at her.  And I was!  I remembered
how I had nervously glanced at her ass several times.  Shiju's mother was a
shapely woman.  As I said, she was healthy looking and had an attractive
face which men would not mind giving a second look.  But the features that
stood out prominently - quite prominently - on her person were her tits and
ass.  Her tits were big.  Oversized, actually.  But for a woman of forty
they were quite firm and well rounded.  And, her ass.  A more shapely ass I
had not set my eyes upon.  It was big.  Enormous, actually.  But not at all
misshapen.  Far from that, the cheeks of her ass were firm and were the
shapes of bubbles.  I guess she had what you would call bubble-butts.  Ever
since I had met her my eyes had been inadvertently moving to her ass.  I
had watched, albeit unconsciously, how the cheeks of her great ass moved
when she walked, one jerking up and the other down, and vice versa.  And,
at least once, I think she had caught me looking at what I had been looking
at.  I tell you, this woman was well stacked.  And, now, I was finding
myself quite unable to take my eyes off her bare legs.  The way she was
lying was making her large hip stand out quite prominently.  I found myself
slowly sidling to the edge of the bed to have a closer look.  And my heart
kept on beating like a bass drum in my chest.  Her sari was half-way up her
fat, round thighs.  I saw that her thighs were sweaty.  Sweat-beads were
rolling down her soft skin and trickling down upon the bed-cover on which
she was lying.  Shiju's mother wore her sari in an unusual manner.  She
wrapped the pallu around her torso like a shawl.  I had been seeing that
ever since I saw her yesterday.  And she had a good reason for doing so. 
She had amazingly large tits.  The first thing any man would notice about
her would be her large tits.  And she was in the habit of covering her
torso completely with her sari in order to make their bulkiness less
obvious to prying eyes.  She was a big woman and this style lend her a
little grace too when she walked.  In sharp contrast, now her sari was not
covering even an inch of her upper body.  Heavy perspiration had made her
white blouse totally wet.  The skin of her back was showing through the
thin material of it.  And she was not wearing a bra.  But that was hardly
surprising, because village women were not in the habit of wearing one. 
Her back was towards me, and even from where I was lying, I could see a
significant portion of one of her big, round tits.  They must be heavy. 
She had put them on the floor, one tit positioned on top of the other.  I
could see that a lot of her top tit was popping out of the neckline of her
blouse.  Even as I watched, she moved her legs and torso and laid down in
an almost face-down position.  Her sari moved up a little more around her
thighs.  Oh, god!  What am I looking at!  She had large thighs which
matched her bountiful ass.  I looked at her bare waist.  It was fairer than
the rest of her and the ample flesh there was doubled up in a very sensuous
manner.  The folds of her flesh was making a lovely crevice there through
which her sweat was trickling and rolling down her back.  How would her
bare ass look?  I found myself wondering.  Now I had a great longing to see
her bare ass.  My cock was already erect and I was feeling uncomfortable. I
put my hand into my lungi and underwear and adjusted the position of my
boy. And, instead of pulling my hand out, I kept it inside my underwear and
began to slowly stroke my cock while keeping my eyes fixed on her sexy
thighs.  And I kept wondering how her enormous ass would look bare.  After
some time, the thought of her bare ass simply began to drive me crazy.  My
lust and excitement reached such a peak stage that I decided to push her
sari up over her great ass with my own hand!  What if she woke up?  She
would not.  She was snoring steadily.  She was deep asleep.  I just had to
see her bare ass!  I knew that if I pushed her sari up just a little I
would see her bare ass, because I was sure that she wore no panties. 
Village women did not wear one; moreover, it was not at all difficult to
make out the shape of the cheeks of her ass through her sari when she
walked.  I had a very strong hunch that underneath her sari and her
petticoat she had nothing else on.  I would see, if I lifted her sari up.
My heart beating wildly, I moved my unsteady hand down.  I slowly put two
fingers between her thighs and under her petticoat and sari.  I did it
extra carefully, so as not to touch her skin.  I took a deep breath and
looked at her.  Her snoring had never stopped.  Now I tugged at her
petticoat and sari.  What a disappointment!  Her sari was stuck under her
thighs.  It could not be moved up even an inch.  I tried again.  This time
with some force.  But her sari would not budge.  I realized that it was a
futile exercise.  Then my finger-tips brushed against her skin.  And she
moved!  I withdrew my arm with the speed of lightening.  She brought her
hand to her ass and scratched the area I had accidentally touched.  Her
eyes were still shut.  But she was waking up.  She suddenly opened her eyes
and saw me.  "Aiyo!" she exclaimed and sat up.  She saw that her thighs
were bare, and quickly pulled down her sari to cover them.  There was a
look of panic in her eyes.  She looked at me and she saw the same panic in
my eyes.  She also saw that I was glancing at her tits.  Now in a seated
position, her bosom was really marvelous to look at.  She wore no bra.  And
the neckline of her blouse was so ridiculously low that her bulky boobs
were all but hanging out through it.  Because she was bra-less, and because
of their sheer weight, her oversized tits hung loose, reaching almost upto
her navel.  But wherever they were, they were looking firm and round.  She
hurriedly caught the end of her sari and wrapped it around her shoulders.
And she sat with her back against the wall.  I was filled with shame.  I
moved and laid facedown on the bed, digging my nose into the pillow.  I
just lay like that, wishing with all my heart that the world around me
would disappear somehow.  I don't know how long I lay on the bed like that.
In between, I heard her undo the bolt of the door and step out of the room.
Maybe, she went to the toilet.  After some time, I fell asleep.  I dreamt
that I was travelling in a train, in a crowded general compartment.  The
heat was intense and everyone was sweating hard.  I dreamt that I fell
asleep and somebody stole my things.  So when I heard Shiju's amma call my
name I sat up with a start.  "What..?" I exclaimed, my mind in a jumble. 
"This man is calling," she said, pointing at the receptionist standing at
the door.  "Sar, I've brought the lunch," he said.  "Do you want supper
too?" "Er...yes..." I said.  I understood that he wanted money.  I got up
and handed him a fifty rupee note which I fished out of my purse.  He took
it and went away.  Then, without even looking at Padma, I went to the
toilet.  When I returned, she had arranged the food on banana leaves.  We
sat down on the bed and ate in silence.  I avoided her eyes.  She, too,
tried not to look at me.  By now, the electricity was back, and the old fan
over our heads was whirring away.  "Will Shiju be worried?" she said after
some time.  It was then I realised that I had failed to tell my boss in the
morning that Shiju's mother was with me and that he should convey this
message to the boy.  "It's all right," I said, "My boss will tell Shiju
that we are in Katpadi." I mentally made a note to go down to the reception
after having my lunch and call my boss.  I would ask him to tell Shiju that
there was nothing to worry.  Or was there?  I looked at her.  Now that the
ice was broken, I was getting the courage to look in her direction.  She
was looking down at her plate.  For the first time I noticed that she had
such sensual lips.  Her eyes were downcast, but I think she saw, through
the corner of her eye, that I was looking fixedly at her face.  I looked
away.  I looked at her face a moment later and her eyes were still
downcast. But she was aware that I was looking at her.  I looked away
again, suddenly loosing the courage to look at her or talk to her.  I
realized that some things had changed between us.  She was looking more
nervous.  The casual manner in which she had talked with me while we were
having breakfast in the morning could not be found now.  And my mind was
filled with guilt because of what I had done.  I cursed myself again and
again for my conduct.  I looked at her and longed to tell her to forget all
about the morning's episode.  I began to think about something to talk to
her, to open up a conversation.  I already knew that she was a widow. 
Shiju had told me that he had lost his father five years ago.  But I
noticed that she was wearing a bindi on her forehead.  Widows did not wear
bindis.  For ornaments, she had on a set of tiny gold earrings, a thin gold
chain and a nose-ring.  The nose-ring gave a sensual look to her face.  Had
she married again?  "Your husband...?" I asked slowly.  She looked at me.
There was something in her eyes which told me that I had touched a painful
part of her life.  "He took another woman some years ago," she told me a
little awkwardly, a tinge of sadness evident in her voice.  So Shiju had
lied to me.  I did not ask her more questions on this topic.  Lunch over,
she rolled up the leftovers and the used banana leaves in a sheet of old
newspaper and tossed it out of the tiny window.  The foul smell wafted in
when the window was opened.  She closed it again quickly.  She stood
washing her hands at the wash-basin and, in spite of the guilty feeling, I
glanced at her ass.  Oh, it was so shapely.  So big and round.  She wheeled
around suddenly and caught me red-handed.  I looked away in a hurry.  I too
got up and washed my hands.  It was half past three in the afternoon now.
"I'm going down to call my boss," I announced and went out of the room.  I
felt inept calling my boss again, and that too for the purpose of just
conveying a message to a labourer in the factory.  But it had to be done.
Otherwise Shiju would fret.  He deliberately kept himself away.  What if he
did not even know anything about the bandh.  I dialed my boss' number three
times.  But the call would not get through.  Something was wrong with the
phone lines.  I suspected that it was because of the bandh.  "I am unable
to reach my boss right now," I told Padma when I came back to the room. 
"I'll try again some time later." She looked at me and nodded.  "The
receptionist is saying that it is not safe to venture out of this building
even now," I told her.  "Oh." "What a day!" I said tiredly and sat down on
the bed.  "Tell me about your village," I said to her.  There was nothing
else to do other than make conversation.  And I liked the idea of sitting
and just looking at her face.  I had left the door of the room ajar.  She
showed some reluctance to sit on the bed.  She looked at me nervously. 
Probably she had lost her trust in me after the morning's little incident.
I longed to reassure her that I would never harm her.  She moved around
uneasily for a moment.  But when I gestured her to sit down, she did,
slowly.  She did not sit properly.  She just placed her bottom on the
corner of the bed, keeping her feet on the floor.  She started telling me
about her village.  The name of her village was Devakipuram.  It was a
small village with no schools, no hospitals, nothing.  As she talked, I
kept looking at the movements of her sexy lips.  She had large, soft lips
which moved in a refined manner when she talked.  But I was sure that she
was illiterate.  I asked her if she had attended school, and she said that
for five or six years.  She used to go to a school in the adjoining
village. But when her mother died she had to stop her education and do
house-work.  She went on talking and I kept on throwing glances at her nice
lips.  Soon, I was having a hard on.  I imagined her lips kissing my cock,
and then parting them to slowly take me in.  She suddenly looked into my
eyes and realised that I was not paying attention to what she was saying. I
think she even got a whiff of what was going on in my mind.  She turned her
eyes away with a mildly hurt expression on her face.  She became a little
uneasy.  But she kept on talking, telling me more about her life in her
village, the people there, the business there.  I realised that she was one
talkative woman, so unlike Shiju.  Shiju would have sat with me all this
while and not a word would have escaped his lips.  Instead, I would be
having to do all the talking.  Here Padma was doing all the talking.  On
the other hand, she could be talking so much in order to hide her
nervousness.  But she was a good talker.  She liked to talk, especially
about her village.  That was apparent.  And all I had to do here was
listen. I was a good listener.  Everyone told me so.  The manner in which
she was talking to me was making me feel like I had known her for many
years.  She was a village woman, untouched by any urban sophistication,
whatsoever, and she was narrating to me the stories of her life and her
village as if I was a long lost relative of her.  Emboldened by this sudden
intimacy on her part, I started gazing at her lips quite fixedly.  She, on
her part, was aware of what I was doing, but she was ignoring it completely
now.  She was nervous, I knew that.  I could see that in the manner she was
avoiding my eyes and talking very quickly.  It was as if she was lost in
her own world.  From her lips I slowly shifted my gaze down to her
melon-sized boobs.  Initially, I just threw occasional glances at her
jutting tits.  But slowly, as the desire in me reached a boiling point, I
got brave enough to keep my eyes glued to her beautiful bosom, even when
she was looking straight at me.  My heart was beating fast, though.  She
paused, unable to continue because I was looking so unashamedly at her
boobs.  Though she tried her best to hide her enormous tits with her sari,
it was simply impossible to make something so big less evident in the eyes
of an onlooker.  I was not even turning my eyes away.  And she was suddenly
no longer able to ignore my conduct.  She stopped talking.  I looked into
her eyes.  She slowly turned around and sat with her back to me.  "What
happened?" I asked gently.  She did not reply.  I did not ask her again. 
It was a superfluous question.  I looked at her.  Despite the ceiling-fan
working at top speed, she was sweating like anything.  She wiped her face
gently with her sari and sat still, looking down at the floor.  It was an
awkward moment.  I don't know then what came over me.  I moved closer to
her and touched her shoulder.  I even forgot that the door of our room was
open and anyone passing in the corridor would see us.  But our room was at
the very end of the corridor.  If anyone was coming, surely footsteps would
be heard.  "Sar, I am a poor woman," she whispered in a hurt voice.  I saw
that her whole body was shaking.  I looked at her and noticed that tears
had suddenly swelled up in her eyes.  "You said that I was like your
mother." These words from her fell on me like melted wax.  I was suddenly
filled with so much shame and embarrassment that I could not stay in that
room with her any longer.  I stood up and stepped out of the room.  My mind
in a turmoil, I climbed down the staircase and reached the reception area.
"What happened?" asked the receptionist.  "Are you not feeling well?" "No,
I am fine." I asked him if it was safe now to venture out of the lodge.  He
said that he was not sure.  Nevertheless, I went out of the lodge.  The
street outside wore a deserted look.  But that could be more because of the
afternoon heat than the bandh.  I walked upto the railway station and sat
on a bench on the platform.  The railway station was empty.  I just sat
there and looked blankly into space.  After some time, I laid down and shut
my eyes.  I returned to the lodge at about five o'clock.  The receptionist
was not in his seat.  I waited for him for a while.  When he came I used
the telephone to call my boss.  This time the call went through and I was
able to talk to him.  I talked with him for a while and requested to him to
convey my message to Shiju.  I gave him the telephone number of the lodge
and hung up.  Then I went upstairs.  By then I had made up my mind to ask
Padma to forgive me and to forget that such a shameful episode had ever
happened between us.  What I had done was unpardonable.  I decided that I
would tell her that I was out of my mind for a while, that I was young and
unmarried and that I was a fool.  When I reached our room I found the door
shut.  But it was not bolted.  I called her name a couple of times.  When
no answer came, I pushed the door open gently.  I found her lying on the
floor, asleep.  My blood rushed up to my face.  Her sari was once again
disorderly, just like in the morning.  And, just like in the morning, the
power supply had gone.  The room was hot as an oven.  She was lying on her
back, with a hand resting on her large belly.  Her sari did not cover her
bosom.  Her huge, towering boobs, packed tightly in her white blouse, were
pointing directly towards the ceiling.  Her blouse was now totally
drenched. It was as if she had just taken a shower with it on.  From where
I stood, it looked like she was not wearing a blouse.  The color of the
skin of her boobs, the nipples... everything was visible to me.  Her
semi-naked tits were gently rising and falling with her breathing.  Her
palm was placed upon her navel.  I gulped for the umpteenth time that day.
What should I do?  Should I step out of the room and gently close that door
and go out for a walk again?  I looked at those towering tits.  Oh, they
were so much big and round!  Just as I liked them.  Just as I had always
fantasized.  Slowly, I closed the door and bolted it without making a
sound. I looked at her.  She had not moved from her place.  Just like in
the morning, she was deep asleep.  I gently sat down upon the bed, all the
while gazing at her enormous tits.  I had to touch them.  I just had to. 
Gone were the guilt and the shameful feelings from my head, for my mind was
suddenly overpowered by some other more down-to-earth thoughts.  I slowly
kneeled down beside her on the floor.  I had to touch those fantastic
boobs. The next moment I put my hands on them.  She opened her eyes with a
start.  "Aiyo!..sar!" She exclaimed.  She looked at me with overwhelming
fear in her eyes.  I squeezed her tits.  "Sar..." She tried to push my
hands away.  But I was too strong for her.  "Please..." I mumbled to her
awkwardly.  "Let me...do it..." She tried to get up.  I pinned her down
with my elbow.  I just went on kneading those huge, round boobs.  Yes, they
were firm and their skin was smooth.  "Sar...you said...I was like your
mother..." she said, suddenly tears beginning to form in her eyes. 
"I...cannot help it...please...." I tried to climbed upon her, never
leaving my tight hold on her ample boobs.  "Sar, let me go!" She cried.  I
looked at her face.  The teardrops that were clinging to the corner of her
beautiful eyes let go and rolled down.  I put my legs on either sides of
her and started to press my lips upon hers.  Suddenly she put both her
hands on my shoulders and pushed me with an amazing strength.  "Sar!" She
was a village woman, used to hard work; she was strong, and I was pushed
back, away from her and I fell heavily on the floor, my head bumping
against the edge of the bed.  She got up quickly and came to me and put her
hand at the back of my head, stroking it.  "Oh...I'm sorry...I..." she said
in a deeply concerned voice.  My head surely hurt.  But at that moment I
was not concentrating on where my head hurt.  I was concentrating on the
view before my eyes.  Her extraordinary boobs.  Her old blouse with the
ridiculously low neckline, either because it was stitched that way, or
because it was worn out from use.  The top portions of her huge boobs were
billowing out through the neckline, the cleavage looking like it could
swallow an elephant.  The blouse clung to her as if it was a mud-pack.  I
looked at her jutting nipples seen through the thin material of her blouse.
Altogether, it was a magnificent view.  She kept on stroking my head and
saying sorry.  Suddenly she saw were I was looking.  She hurriedly covered
herself with her sari.  "Are you hurt?" She asked me.  "No." She looked at
me with tearful eyes for a second or two.  Then she slowly stood up.  I too
climbed upon my feet and sat on the bed.  She looked at me and wiped the
tears on her cheeks with her sari.  I looked at her.  I saw how her sari
was clinging to her big belly and also giving a suggestion of her dark
navel.  Her sari was sticking to her blouse, too, needlessly giving me a
very good idea of the marvelous rotundity of her big, heavy tits.  She was
so wet from her perspiration that it was almost as if she had just poured a
bucketful of water over her head.  My gaze must have disturbed her.  She
realized that her sari was not covering her body in the manner that she
wanted to.  So she gently turned her back to me and stood silently.  I
stroked my head and, feigning that I was feeling a little dizzy, I slowly
moved and sat directly behind her.  I wanted to be close to her glorious
ass.  She looked at me through the corner of her eye.  I looked at her huge
ass.  Her sari was clinging to it and showing the rotund shape of its
cheeks.  She knew I would look at her ass and she was standing very
self-consciously.  "I called my boss," I said to her.  "He said he would
tell Shiju that everything was fine." She did not say anything.  She just
gazed at me through the corner of her eye.  I got up and stood closer to
her.  She stiffened her body, almost as if she believed that I was going to
pounce upon her.  "I am a poor woman, sar..." she said gently, cowering
slightly.  "Please don't harm me." "Amma," I said softly, "I won't harm
you...I promise..." She turned her head and looked at me.  Her cheeks were
tear-stained and they glistened.  "I thought you are a good man," she said
suddenly, looking directly into my eyes.  I looked away.  I almost decided
to stop this whole matter and go out of the room once again.  But then I
put a trembling hand on her shoulder.  "I...I just cannot control myself,"
I whispered, my voice shaking.  I must have sounded very desperate, for she
stiffened yet again.  She stiffened not because I touched her, but because
of the sheer desperation in my voice.  But she did not say anything. 
"Please..." I whispered, "let me...let me touch you..." "Sar...!"
"Please...just once...please.  I just want to hug you, that's all." She
shut her eyes tight.  I very slowly encircled my arms around her.  It was a
most decisive moment.  Any strong reaction from her would surely make me
step away from her and I would lose my courage.  She started to struggle a
little like a fish out of water, trying to free herself.  But she struggled
weakly.  The weakness was both physical and mental.  Physical, because of
the oppressive heat.  We were both bathed in sweat.  Mental, because she
had never imagined when she met me yesterday that she would have to go
through this kind of agony.  She was hurt when her husband left her.  Maybe
she had loved him dearly.  Maybe she still loved him and hoped that one day
he would come back.  She had given me a hint that theirs had been a love
marriage.  Her father had ill-treated her all along and she had found real
solace in the arms of this man with whom she had eloped when she was hardly
eighteen.  She kept on struggling and I did not let her go.  "Oh,
please...just let me hug you for a while...please..." I whispered to her,
my lips close to her ear.  "But...Sar.  This is not right." "I don't care."
"I am Shiju's amma...?" she exclaimed.  "And you said.." "Please..." I
moved closer to her, pressing my already hardened cock to the crack of her
glorious ass.  "Aiyo!" she exclaimed, "if... if someone saw us..." "Nobody
in this world will know." I tightened my grip on her body and she stood
stiffly, but still.  "Oh...god..." she said to herself.  I moved yet closer
to her and hugged her properly, pressing my arms against her belly, may
hurting her a little.  "Nobody will know," I whispered to her again and
again as I started rubbing my lips against her ear.  I planted a gentle
kiss on the nape of her neck.  I stroked her large belly with my exploring
palms.  I think she seemed to relax.  I whispered into her ear, "Shall we
lie down?" It was as if she had heard a gunshot.  She immediately started
struggling again and tried to free herself from my grip.  But I held her in
place easily, because she seemed to be melting.  It was almost as if she
was on the verge of fainting.  "Aiyo...god this is not right..." she
gasped, shaking her head and tears freely rolling down her cheeks. 
"Please," I said, "I just want hug you for a while...that's all.  I won't
tell any one about what took place in this room.  Nobody will know.  Come,
let us lie down for a while." Without waiting to see whether she had
acquiesced to my proposal or not, I removed my arms from around her and
laid down on the bed, resting my head gently on the pillow.  She remained
standing like that for a long time.  I kept looking at her.  Then I touched
her lightly on the arm.  "Sar," she said without looking at me, "this is a
sin." "I dont' care." I held her hand and pulled her towards the bed. 
"Just for today," I told her, "forget that this is a sin.  Just for today."
I tugged at her arm again.  With a jerk she withdrew her hand.  I touched
her ass.  "Please," I said.  She wiped her face with her sari and said, "If
somebody found out I won't be able to live." "Nobody will find out..." I
caught hold of her hand.  This time she did not pull it back.  She slowly
stepped back from where she was standing and sat down on the bed.  My heart
thumped wildly.  She slowly turned her torso around, lifted up her leg and
laid down beside me.  She avoided my gaze.  I noticed that there was a
timid expression on her face.  I put an arm around her and drew her body
close to me, pressing her heavy tits against my bosom.  I whispered into
her ear, "Don't be afraid.  Nobody in this world will know." I shifted and
moved closer to her.  She pressed her chin against my shoulder so that she
would not have to look me in the eye, and lay still.  Her body did not
relax.  I started running my palm gently all over here back, wetting my
palm with her sweat.  After some time, she slackened the hold on herself
and relaxed a little.  She did not touch me with her hands.  She kept them
between our bodies, as if in defense.  I kissed her on the forehead.  It
felt very strange, kissing a woman of almost forty whom I had met only
yesterday.  But I had kissed her not out of love or lust.  I was simply
nervous, since this was my first time with a real woman.  And, that too,
such a woman.  Although to me my kiss seemed like a nervous, impulsive
action, it actually seemed to relax her.  So I let my lips brush against
her forehead again and again.  I moved a little down so that my face came
was in level with hers.  I looked at her.  She shut her eyes.  "You are a
beautiful woman," I said, studying her face.  Yes, she had a beautiful
face. And sensual too.  The tiny ring on the left side of her nose
heightened her sensuality greatly.  That, and her full lips.  She had
round, healthy cheeks with the smooth skin of a sixteen year old.  Her chin
was lovely, too.  Altogether, the features of her face created an aura of
that was sultry.  I could just look at her face and masturbate, and I be
totally satisfied.  Such was the sensuality of her face.  She did not open
her eyes.  I kissed her lips once, hard and noisily.  She opened her eyes
briefly, just to glance at me, and then closed them again.  I took her fat
lower lip between my teeth and pulled at it so hard that she winced.  Then,
slowly, I made her move her arms away from her bosom.  Her boobs.  Words
fail me when I try to describe the beauty of her boobs.  Yes, they were
big. They were oversized.  But they were well-rounded and firm.  Packed
tightly in her old white blouse, their tops bulging out of a ridiculously
low neckline.  The neckline was so low that, had it been an inch more
lower, her nipples would be exposed.  But her nipples were, actually, all
but exposed.  I could see clearly where they were, could make out the
circle of their areola.  I dug my nose into the deep cleavage of her
enormous boobs.  "Aiyo..." she gasped.  I kissed her tits.  I noticed that
suddenly her nipples became hard and erect.  Now they looked like they
could pierce holes in the thin material of her blouse.  It was amazing how
they were jutting.  She had large, strong nipples.  I placed both my palms
on her heavy tits.  I squeezed her tits, gently, simultaneously.  She laid
still, her eyes shut.  She placed a hand on my wrist.  But she did not try
to push my hand away.  I went on squeezing her, loving it, loving the
rubbery sensation of those two good tits.  I paused after a while and let
my thumbs play with her erect nipples.  Now they were so hard that they dug
into the flesh of my thumbs.  I gazed at her belly and I immediately wanted
to touch it.  She had a nice belly, a little large and extended, but having
a smooth skin and a deep, dark navel.  Although she took extra care in
covering her whole torso with her sari, she wore her sari around her hips
very low, probably because of her big belly.  Once or twice, since I met
her yesterday, I had got the opportunity of seeing her exposed navel when
her sari shifted its position due to her carelessness, or when she raised
her arms to do something.  And, each time, she was at once aware that I was
looking at her belly.  It was beautiful.  Soft and healthy looking skin,
without any blemish.  I moved a little more down to have a closer look at
her lovely navel.  She laid still.  Now she was covering her eyes with her
upper arm.  Her breathing was unsteady.  I could see that from the way her
bosom was rising and falling.  I placed my hand on her waist which was very
narrow when compared to her widely set hips.  She was lying on her side and
I noticed how much her hip region was higher than the rest of her.  After
her waist, the outline of her body rose up steeply.  It was so seductive to
look at.  I squeezed the soft flesh of her waist.  Her flesh there was
doubled up in a very delicious manner.  I dug my nose into her navel and I
kissed it softly.  That tickled her, because she jerked her hip gently, as
if to brush my lips off her.  I extended my tongue and let it titillate her
navel.  Her body went stiff as she tried to control herself.  I noticed how
her toes began to dance, because the tickling sensation was almost
unbearable.  I dug my nose into her navel once again and breathed in
deeply. I liked her smell.  Then I returned to her marvelous boobs.  I
started undoing the hooks of her blouse.  She quickly caught hold of my
hands and looked at me, shaking her head gently.  "If I don't suck your
nipples now I will die," I whispered to her.  She looked at me, and then
slowly released my arms.  She shut her eyes again and dug her nose into the
pillow.  I undid the hooks one by one.  Her tits seemed to grow in size as
each hook was undone.  When the last hook was removed from its place, her
great boobs seemed to just roll out of her blouse.  My god, they were big!
I put my hands on them and pushed my face in between them.  My thumbs kept
stroking their tall nipples.  I kissed her between her tits.  Then I put a
nipple into my mouth and sucked her.  I kept playing with the other nipple,
stroking it, pinching it, pulling at it.  She laid perfectly still as I
sucked her.  She looked relaxed.  When I had sucked her nipples to my
heart's content, I asked her to take her blouse off completely.  She did
it, slowly, reluctantly.  She had to sit up to do it, because her blouse
was tight; she had to literally peel it off her.  I watched in delight how
her bulky boobs wobbled slowly with the movements of her body.  I too sat
up and took off my shirt.  Then I hugged her tightly, pressing my chest
hard against her rotund titties.  It felt good, hugging her big body like
that.  She too put her arms around me, but she did not hug me properly.  I
kissed her behind her ear and on the nape of her neck and ran my palms all
over her bare, fleshy back.  I moaned, because it was a lovely sensation.
As my excitement reached a frenzy, I climbed over her body and started
kissing her all over the face.  Her huge boobs were pressed down hard by my
bare chest.  She was a big woman, almost as tall as me in height, and
probably heavier than me in weight.  I held her shoulders tightly for
balance, because lying on top of her was like lying precariously on a
couch. She sensed my uneasiness and she ran her arms around my body,
holding me loosely.  Lying thus on top of her, I looked at her and our eyes
met.  I thought about how I had met her just yesterday and how I had called
her `amma'.  I remembered the abashed manner in which she had showed
reluctance to sit next to me on the train, and how awkward it had seemed
when I tried to convince her that I could lie on the floor while she slept
on the bed.  She looked at my lips and then looked away, her cheeks turning
red with embarrassment.  I quickly pressed my lips to hers, hard, and
kissed her for a long time.  I bit her lips and sucked at them as if they
were full of nectar.  She had lovely lips, full and wet.  I took her fat
lower lip between my teeth and pulled at it.  Then I began to shower kisses
all over her face.  Wet, noisy kisses... she took my kisses silently and in
a relaxed manner, turning her face in all directions, her eyes shut.  A
moment later, I slowly let my body slide down and I lay beside her, feeling
a little spent, my arms still encircling her body.  I had never kissed
anybody like that.  Once again I slowly stroked her bare back with my
palms. Gently, I moved my hand down, to her amazing ass.  And I whispered
into her ear, "I want to see your chandi..." She visibly stiffened. 
"...your bare chandi." She slowly shook her head.  But she did not try to
get up, or push me away.  She dug her chin on my shoulder with such force
that it hurt.  Her cheeks were red.  "Please..." I begged.  I sat up.  "Lie
facing down," I told her.  "Sar...venda..." "Just once...just once..." I
gripped her shoulder and slowly started to turn her body over.  She
resisted, but only for a moment.  My heart almost leapt out of my mouth
when she slowly turned over her body and laid face-down, and the twin
mounds of her ass sat before me like sumptuous looking dishes which I could
gobble up any minute.  Even through her sari the round, firm shape of her
ass was observable.  My hands trembled as I gently placed my palms upon
those huge, warm, bulging globes.  She stiffened visibly and tightened her
grip on the pillow.  She tightened her ass muscles too, as if that would
somehow make me withdraw my hands.  On the contrary, it drew me further to
her, because it made the rotundity of her magnificent ass more evident.  I
decided to see them bare.  I caught hold of her sari at her feet and
started lifting it up.  She did not object at first.  But when the sari
reached up to her knees, she brought her hand around and held my wrist. 
"Venda, Sar...someone will come..." "The door is shut and bolted.  Don't be
afraid", I whispered to her.  I jerked her hand off me and her sari
continued its journey up.  When it reached her thighs she very reluctantly
raised her pelvis, so that I could lift her sari further up.  And up and up
it went, until, finally, my eyes fell on her bare, really bare, really,
really bare ass.  Her chandi.  Her glorious chandi.  The culprit behind
everything that was happening in this tiny room.  Large and round.  God,
they were massive!  Bubble butts.  She was not wearing any underwear, just
as I had presumed all along.  She turned her face away from me and crossed
her thighs slightly, as if she suddenly was having the urge to urinate. 
The sight of her bare ass had left me completely speechless.  For a moment
I just sat there and looked at the large twin mounds in total wonder.  Then
I slowly touched her ass with my fingers.  An electric current seemed to
have passed through her body.  She stiffened her legs, as if she was
tickled.  "Aiyo, Sar...!" she breathed and caught hold of my hand.  I
jerked her hand off and started running my fingers all over her ass.  She
pressed her face against the pillow and laid still.  I placed the flat of
my palm on one of the globes and squeezed it gently.  It was soft and
rubbery.  Its skin was smooth like that of a baby.  I pinched her other
cheek.  A tight pinch, making her wince and suck in air noisily through
clenched teeth.  I drew closer to her.  I placed the flat of my palms on
her magnificent ass and started giving her a gentle massage, running my
palms in wide circles.  I brought my hands to her thighs also, but mainly I
kept my hands on those smooth globes.  She kept still, and even seemed to
relax a little.  I moved and, putting my knees on both sides of her, I sat
on her legs.  Then I continued to stroke her really enormous ass.  I was
seeing a woman's ass bare, and that too, at such proximity, for the very
first time.  Till now, I had only fantasized about doing this kind of
thing. Now I was Actually doing it.  My hands just went on making circles
on her big ass.  I really liked the feel of the round mass of her enormous
buttocks on my palms.  And it was easy, running my hands in circles over
something already so rotund and smooth.  She did not move her body or say
anything all that time.  Then I gently spread the cheeks of her ass and
looked at her asshole.  I touched her asshole with the tip of a finger,
making her stiffen her leg muscles again.  Now I started to dig the finger
into her asshole.  An `Aiyo' escaped her lips.  But she laid still.  The
finger would not go in, because her hole was dry.  I removed my finger and
spat on her asshole.  With the tip of the finger I spread the spit evenly
on all sides of the hole.  And then I inserted the finger again.  This time
there was only little resistance; my finger went in slowly, the inner sides
of her ass-cheeks cleaving in a little as my finger entered her.  Inside,
her asshole was warm.  I bent down to have a close look at how my finger
was stuck in her asshole.  Now, slowly, I started moving my hand up and
down and watched my finger move in and out of her asshole.  "Aiyo,
Sar...what are you doing?" she said, her voice a little muffled because of
the pillow.  I simply could not believe what I was doing.  Was it a dream?
I wanted to pinch myself and see.  I watched the single finger fuck her ass
for a while.  Then, I added one more finger to it so that now two fingers
were sliding in and out of her asshole.  "Sar..." I planted my elbow on the
bed and, resting my chin on my hand, I sat in a comfortable position and
watched my fingers appear and disappear.  I noticed how, when I poked my
fingers, how the inside of her ass-cheeks turned a little inwards and how
they parted slightly when I lifted my hand.  In and out, in and out.  She
laid still.  After some time, when I increased the speed of the ups and
downs a little, she said, "Sar, you are hurting me..." Perhaps she needed
some more lubrication in her asshole.  I pulled my fingers out (they came
out with a muffled plop!).  I reached for my traveling-bag under the bed. I
undid the zipper of its side-pocket and brought out a small bottle of
coconut oil.  She was watching me through the corner of her eye.  I
unfastened the cap of the bottle and poured the oil between the lovely
mounds of her buttocks.  Some oil flowed down to her back and some down to
her cunt.  But most of it stayed there, making a pool over her asshole.  I
closed the bottle and placed it on the bed.  Then, once again settling down
comfortable on her fleshy legs, I parted the big cheeks of her ass.  The
level of the oil immediately dipped, all of it descending into her warm
asshole.  Now when I inserted my finger, it went in like a knife through
butter.  Smooth and easy.  I once again started the up and down movements
of my hand, my fingers very easily moving in and out of her asshole.  There
was no resistance anywhere, whatsoever.  The oil had done a good job.  I
resumed my comfortable position, with my chin resting on my free hand, and
watched the fun.  Up and down, up an down.  "Is it okay now?" I asked her.
She made no reply.  Gradually, I increased the pace at which my hand was
rising and falling.  She kept silent.  Probably, my fingers were not
hurting her any more.  Up and down, up and down went my fingers.  Now, off
and on, the oil in her asshole was making squelching noises as I moved my
hand.  "Are you all right?" I asked her.  "Tell me if it hurts." She did
not respond.  Enough of finger-fucking, I thought.  Now I wanted my boy to
have a taste of her warm asshole.  I withdrew my fingers.  I raised myself
on my knees and whisked off my lungi.  I pulled down my underwear and took
out my dick.  I must mention here that I am one of those men who are born
lucky.  I had a cock which measured seven inches, when fully erect.  She
had not seen what I had just done, for she was keeping her face pressed
against the pillow.  I picked up the bottle and undid the lid.  I poured
oil all over her bountiful ass.  I started giving her ass a good and proper
massage, running my palms throughout its Length and breath.  It was really
a beautiful piece of ass.  Then I planted an arm to her side and, grabbing
my cock, brought its tip in contact with her asshole.  She now realized
what I was going to do.  "Aiyo...sar...!" She gasped.  But she did not try
to resist me.  I did not say anything.  I positioned the fat head of my
cock on her warm hole and, twisting my wrist, started poking it in.  She
tried to get up, but I was all over her.  "Sar...idu venda.  Not this..."
she begged.  I pushed with my pelvis and gently my hard dick started its
journey down.  "Aiyo..." It went down, down, down.  Now I did not have to
hold and guide it with my hand.  It had found room and it was just going
down.  I kept on pressing with pelvis and did not stop until I was inside
her to the hilt.  It was probably the first time she was having a cock in
her asshole.  "Does it hurt?" I asked, planting my hands on either sides of
her fat upper arm.  I was ready to fuck her asshole.  "Um," she replied,
wincing.  "It's all right.  You will get used to it after a while." I got
ready to fuck her.  Suddenly there was a knock at the door.  We looked at
each other.  "Who?" I asked.  "It's me, sar," came the receptionists reply.
"I'm coming." I gently pulled out my cock and put on my lungi.  She sat up
and hurriedly adjusted her sari.  She covered her torso with an end of her
sari and climbed down from the bed.  She went to the window and stood
there. I got up and opened the door.  It was the receptionist.  He smiled
at me and held out two packets.  "Sar, your supper." "So soon?" "It is
seven o'clock, sar.  Why have you not switched on the light?  Were you
sleeping?" "Er...yes." He went away.  I looked around.  Yes, we were so
engrossed in what we were doing that it had completely escaped us that it
was getting dark.  I put on the light and looked at her.  She quickly
turned around and stood with her back to me.  She did not want to face me
in the light of the bulb.  I kept looking at her and once again marveled at
the hour-glass figure of her body.  I looked at my watch.  Time had passed
so quickly.  It was really seven.  I shut and bolted the door.  I put out
the light again.  There was a street-lamp outside the window and a lot of
its light was easily coming into the room through the dusty glass-panes of
the window.  So it was not completely dark inside the room even with the
light out.  I bent down and placed the food packets under the cot.  Then I
lunged towards her.  She sensed me coming and her body stiffened.  I put my
hands under her armpits and grabbed her huge tits.  She did not say
anything.  She tried to brush my hands off.  Her sari slid off her
shoulders and she made no attempt to retrieve it.  I started squeezing her
tits, those wonderful, balloon-like, huge tits.  She stood still.  The room
was getting hot, with both of us sweating profusely.  The ceiling-fan
whirring over our heads was throwing down hot air.  We were now standing in
front of the mirror above the wash-basin and I could see what my hands were
doing to her unwieldy boobs.  Her eyes were downcast and there was not
enough light to see exactly where she was looking.  She stood still,
holding the sides of the wash-basin for support, because I was falling upon
her.  I looked into the mirror and started kneading her boobs.  I kept my
erect cock pressed against the crack of her ass.  She looked very sexy,
especially in this dim light.  And it was sexy, indeed, the manner in which
she was silently allowing me to play with her really enormous boobs.  As I
said, her tits were heavy and they hung loosely and reached almost up to
her belly.  But they were round and squeezable.  She had large nipples,
hard and very erect.  When you squeezed her tits they dug into your palms.
After continuously squeezing her amazing tits for about ten minutes, I
lifted them up on my palms as if to weigh them and gently bobbed them up
and down.  She glanced at the mirror and saw what I was doing and quickly
looked down again.  I was quite titillated by this and decided to play some
more with her bulky boobs.  Holding them tightly at their base so that the
bulk of them hung loosely, I started jerking them up and down, making them
dance.  I watched in the mirror.  She stood still, gazing at the
wash-basin, and her rotund tits jumped up and down, up and down.  Next I
started shaking her heavy boobs from side to side.  She touched my hand and
tried weakly to loosen my hold on her.  Next, up and down.  Then, from side
to side.  I was now shaking her tits quite roughly.  When I shook her tits
her whole body jerked wildly.  She was sweating.  We were both sweating. 
But I was not going to stop yet.  I don't know about her, but I was
enjoying it.  This continued until I was physically tired.  My wrists had
started aching because of all that shaking.  Moreover, her tits were heavy.
I kissed her on her bare shoulder and stood with my arms encircling her
waist.  I looked at those oversized tits in the mirror.  The light from the
window was falling directly on them and was emphasizing their rotundity and
bulkiness.  The nipples glistened with her sweat.  I took each nipple
between a thumb and forefinger and pulled at it, taking her nipples closer
to the mirror.  She did not complain immediately.  But when I tugged at her
nipples roughly, never letting them go even when I had pulled them to their
limit of extension, she winced and caught hold of my hands.  I still did
not let go and kept pulling at her elastic nipples.  "Aiyo..." she cried
out.  "Madi, sar...aiyo..." I let go and her tits hung down loosely.  She
cupped the tops of her boobs tightly and gently massaged her nipples.  I
separated from her and sat upon the edge of the bed.  She kept standing ,
holding her tits in her palms.  I grabbed her upper arm and gently made her
turn around and stand in front of me.  In the dim light, I saw her giving
me a curious look.  I held her hips and drew her closer to me and dug my
face between those huge boobs of her.  I ran my palms on her lovely waist,
feeling her soft flesh there.  Next, I held her hands and made her lift her
heavy tits up so that the nipples were in level with my face.  She quickly
understood that I wished to suck her lovely nipples again.  And, as she
stood in front me in that manner, balancing her rotund tits on her palms,
offering them to me, actually, I placed my hands on her warm ass and
started sucking her nipples, one after the other.  I would suck one nipple
for some time, noisily, and let it slither out of my mouth, noisily again,
and move on to the other nipple, suck it for some time and return to the
first one.  She stood still and watched me silently.  When I looked up at
her she would turn her eyes away.  I sucked quite noisily.  And after some
time she told me gently that I was making a lot of sound, that someone
would hear.  So I toned down my sucking noises.  But I continued to suck
her nipples for a long time.  And she stood still all that while, holding
her boobs.  Now when I was finished with one nipple, she would turn her
torso slightly and offer the other nipple quite acquiescently.  I sucked
and sucked to my heart's desire.  Now I said, "Turn around." She had now
become more complying.  She turned around and stood with her back to me.  I
think she already knew what I had in mind.  I bent down and caught hold of
the edge of her sari at her feet and started pulling it up.  She quickly
caught hold of my hands and whispered, "Sar, venda...madi.  Enough." "Let
me have a look again," I told her and lifted her sari up to her waist,
exposing her magnificent ass once again.  "Aiyo!  Sar..." she whispered.  I
gently asked her to catch hold of the edge of her sari.  She reluctantly
obeyed.  I caught hold of her waist and slowly turned her body around, so
that her ass Now faced the window.  I wanted some light to fall on those
oversized, but shapely butts.  Wow!  What works of art they were!  They
shone with the light falling on them.  The oil was giving them a finished,
polished look.  Looking at that ass nobody would believe that it belonged
to a forty year old.  I sat looking at them for a long, long time.  She did
not say or do anything other what I had told her to do, that is, hold on to
the edge of her sari.  She stood silently, with her head bowed, the light
coming in through the window making a wonderful shadow and light effect
with her ass, especially because of the oil I had so labouriously applied
on them.  I asked her to tuck her sari in at her waist so that her hands
would be free.  She obeyed.  Then I asked her to place the flat of her
palms on the wall.  She did.  I held her hips and pulled her away from the
wall a little, so that she was made to stand with the torso leaning towards
the wall and her great ass sticking out behind her.  I asked her to stick
her ass out some more.  She was reluctant, but she did it, flexing her back
so that her enormous ass rose a little and came almost in level with her
shoulders.  "Like this?" she asked me gently.  "Yes," I said excitedly. 
Wow!  What a picture she made.  I was sitting directly behind her and now
all I could mostly see before me was a pair of large, magnificently rotund
balloons, swaying gently from side to side.  In this position, the great
cheeks of her ass were slightly parted and I could see the dark opening of
her anus.  I just had to slap that ass.  I did not have to lean forward.  I
just raised my hand and slapped her, a loud, painful slap on her right
cheek of her well-rounded ass.  "Aiyo!" she cried out in pain.  She brought
her hand behind her and stroked the area where my slap stung her.  Then she
stood still again.  She had no idea that I was going to slap her again. 
And again.  And again.  I slapped those bubble like cheeks by turn.  First
right, then left.  Slap, slap.  And as I slapped her, her ass jerked and
swayed slowly from side to side.  "Sar, somebody will hear!" she said after
some time, with some panic in her voice.  "Nobody will hear," I told her.
"The walls are thick and this fan is making so much noise.  Nobody will
hear.  Don't worry, nobody will know." I got up and stood at her side and,
placing my left hand on her shoulder for support, I started slapping her on
the ass quite noisily.  I loosened my wrist muscles, so that the slaps fell
like whip cracks.  Crack, crack.  She said in between to stop it, but I
paid no heed.  Her ass must have turned red; I couldn't see properly, for
there was not enough light.  Crack, crack.  A few minutes later, I stopped
and caressed her ass with my palm.  The skin of her ass was like that of
babies.  So soft.  Then I started slapping her again.  "Aiyo, Sar, madi! 
Enough!" She whispered to me.  I said nothing.  I just went on slapping
her. I continued to warm her wonderful ass in this manner for another five
minutes.  Finally, only due to sheer fatigue, I stopped.  I sat down again
behind her and, grasping her by the hips, started planting kisses all over
the wide expanse of her lovely, oily ass.  I kissed noisily.  With my palms
I cupped her great ass cheeks and parted them gently.  Then I put my tongue
out and slowly started licking her asshole.  It smelled and tasted of
coconut oil.  "Aiyo, Sar...what are you doing...?" she whispered. 
"Oh...this is..." I paid no heed to her and went on licking.  At the same
time, I took my hand to her front and started stroking the hair on her
pussy with my fingers.  She had a lot of hair on her pussy. 
"Sar...venda..." She pushed my hand away from her cunt.  I slapped her ass
with my free hand, as if to reprimand her.  She stood very still after
that. It was not easy, her standing like that.  There was a lot of strain
on the arms and her back which she had to keep bent in order to push her
ass up as much as she could.  She was sweating like anything.  I stood up
beind her and whisked off my lungi.  Underneath I had nothing else own.  I
stood thus stark naked behind her and decided to fuck her ass.  When the
tip of my already much agitated cock touched her ass-hole she understood
what I was up to.  Her body stiffened and she looked at me though the
corner of her eye.  I thought that she was going to object.  But she said
nothing.  Only an almost inaudible 'Aiyo!' escaped her lips.  I placed a
hand on one of her enormous ass cheeks and with the other hand I started
guiding my large cock into her ass hole.  She was not receptive at first,
keeping her ass muscles stiff.  But her resistance was only for a moment.
She genlty loosened her ass muscles and, since her asshole was still oily,
my cock immediately started its journey in.  Going in was not difficult at
all.  The oil did its work efficiently.  Besides, she was constantly
loosening the walls of her lovely anus and also gently pushing her ass
backwards.  So, soon I was completely inside her.  I shut my eyes and for a
while concentrated on the wonderful feeling of her ass musles tightening
around my seven-inch cock.  She stood perfectly.  I should have known that
she was waiting.  I opened my eyes and found her gazing at me through the
corner of her eye.  "Are you comfortable?" I asked her.  She did not reply
and looked away from me.  I decided to play with her a little.  I said,
"When I saw you yesterday, I never thought I would be standing behind you
like this today." I laughed a little as if I had cracked a joke.  But she
made no comments.  So without further premise of any kind, I decided to
concentrate on the business at hand.  I leanded back slightly to see how my
big cock was disappearing into her anus.  Then I placed my palms on both
sides of her more than ample ass and started moving my pelvis back and
forth.  She stiffened her body when I started fucking her.  Then she
relaxed and groaned a little because this was probably for the first time
that she was having a cock in her ass-hole.  I decided to take my time,
because we had time in plenty.  I could have make her stand in this manner
till the next morning and fuck to my heart's desire.  So I moved slowly. 
This was the first time that I was doing a thing of this sort.  Of course,
I had fantasised about this any number of times, but the actually thing
beat everything hands down.  After slow-fucking for about ten minutes, I
decided to speed things up a little.  I gently asked her to stand a little
straight.  She was thankful for that, since her strength and patience had
almost reached their tether's end after standing in that uncomfortable
position for so long.  She straightened slowly, and I moved with her so as
not to get disengaged from her.  She took care too, by keeping her legs
bent slightly, and her thighs parted.  And she kept her ass stuck out as
well.  I too bent my legs and hugged her body tightly, joining my hands on
her big belly.  After she straightened, she brought her hand between out
bodies and stroked her back.  It must have started aching.  And as she did
that she also threw a glance at my cock.  I gently held her upper arms and
lifted them up.  She placed her palms on the wall once again.  "Keep your
hands like this," I instructed her gently.  Now she was standing closer to
the wall and her hands, bent at the elbow, were pressed against the wall at
a level just above head.  I clutched her fat upper arms tightly for support
and started moving my pelvis again.  This time jerking it back and forth
(or was it up and down) quite rapidly.  She sensed that I was going to move
fast this time and she immediately tensed her body to prepare for my
onslaught.  I was keeping my knees bent and I was pumping her ass-hole by
moving my pelvis diagonally.  The oil in her anus was contributing to my
fucking actions in a big way.  My huge cock was sliding in and out of her
shit-hole very, very smoothly.  That does not mean that she was not having
tough time.  I noticed that she was constantly biting her lips as I fucked
her.  And she was also groaning.  It was to muffle her groaning sounds that
she was biting her lips.  I was fucking her like a stallion now, virtually
hanging on to her fleshy upper arm and giving my pelvis such strong jerks
that I was almost lifting her up bodily with the impact of my thrusts.  Her
body was as relaxed as the strings of a violin.  She began to sweat more
profusely now.  She was continuously making groaning sounds from her throat
with every thrust of mine.  I was literally tearing her ass-hole apart. 
She reminded me twice that I was moving too fast.  I paid no heed to her. I
kept pumping.  I noticed in the mirror above the wash-basin how her huge
tits were being roughly tossed around as I moved and her body moved with
me. We were now totally drenched in our own sweats.  I held her arms
tightly as I neared ejaculation.  She sensed it and she spread her thighs
some more, giving me more room for my business.  Moaning very much like a
dog, I dug my fingers into her upper arms and shot my cum into her deep and
lovely ass-hole.  She stiffened her body and stood still as I drained every
ounce of my semen into her.  Then it was over.  I was panting wildly.  All
my energy seemed to have sucked out of me and I felt so weak in my knees
that I had to hold her with both my arms so as not to crumple down upon the
floor in a heap.  She felt my weight dragging her down and she lost her
balance and both of us fell heavily upon the bed, she on top of me, on my
lap.  I kept my arms circled around her, my forearms digging into her plump
belly.  My spent cock was still very much inside her.  We were so wet. 
Thankfully, the power-supply resumed suddenly and the rickety, old fan
started throwing down some cool air on our tired bodies.  It felt good. 
But now I was suddenly filled with shame and embarrassment.  Guilty
feelings suddenly flooded my mind and I had to shut my eyes tightly to
force myself to ignore them.  Holding her close to my body, I kissed her on
the shoulder and whispered to her, "Thank you." She did not say anything.
There was once again a knock at the door and a voice, that of the
receptionist, was calling out: "Mr.Menon, you have a telephone call from
someone called Shiju." I cursed under my breath.  We got up and Padma
quickly lowered her sari and smoothened its folds.  She wrapped her sari
around her shoulders and hid her blouse under the pillow.  I put on the
light and picked up my lungi.  I put it on and then I opened the door and
looked at the receptionist.  "Okay, we are coming," I told him.  He went
away.  I looked at Shiju's amma.  "You should also come down," I said to
her.  "It is Shiiu." "Sar, you go," she told me.  "I'll be down in a
moment." I understood.  She had to put on her blouse.  I looked at her.  I
had half a mind to ask her to do it standing in front of me, because I was
curious to see how in the world she was going to accommodate her huge
melons in that tight blouse of hers, and that too without a bra.  But I had
a phone to attend to.  I picked up my shirt and I stepped out of the room,
closing the door gently behind me.  In the adjoining room someone was
playing an old Tamil song in the radio.  I put on my shirt.  I climbed down
the staircase and reached the reception counter.  I picked up the phone. 
"Hello." "Sar, it is me, Shiju." "Hello, Shiju.  We got stuck here." "I
know.  How is Amma?" "She is fine.  She is coming down in a moment.  How
are you?" "I'm fine, sar.  How was onam?" "Good." I did not want to talk to
that boy.  I saw Padma coming down the stairs and quickly gave the phone to
her.  "Hello." "Hello, Amma..." I let the mother and son have their talk in
private and walked up to the entrance of the lodge.  The receptionist came
up to me from behind and handed me a small packet.  "What is this?" I
asked. "Sar, you said about the bad smell coming into your room.  This is a
bunch of jasmine flowers.  Just scatter it on the floor and the bad smell
will go." "Thank you.  How much for the flowers?" "It is free.  We offer it
to all who visit our lodge." I understood.  The conversation between Shiju
and his mother was not a long one.  It ended in less than two minutes. 
After she had put down the phone, we started climbing up the staircase.  It
was eight o'clock now.  As we reached our room, something on the door
caught my attention.  'Room No.69'.  I unlocked the door and we stepped
into the room.  I shut the door.  "You want to eat supper now?" I asked
her. She did not reply immediately.  "As sar wishes..." she said slowly. 
"Are you hungry?" She shook her head.  "Good.  Then let us have supper at
nine.  I usually have supper late." I looked at her.  She avoided my eyes.
She gazed at the floor with a blank expression on her face.  I put out the
light.  I removed my shirt.  And then, my lungi.  And then, my underwear. I
stood stark naked in front of her.  Even in the semi-darkness, I saw her
cheeks turn red.  She gently turned around and stood with her back to me.
"Come and lie down on the bed," I said to her.  It was more of a command
than a request.  She sensed it in my voice, but she stood her ground and
did not move from her position.  She was standing between me and the
window, so her figure appeared more like a silhouette to me.  I put my arms
around her, hugging her tightly.  I realized that once again her conscience
was pricking her and she was feeling like we were committing a very grave
sin.  I slowly touched her boobs.  They were so perfectly round.  How could
I tell her that how sexy her boobs were?  Or her ass, for that matter?  She
was a sex goddess, and it was not right if she asked me to forget about
sex, to subdue my wanton feelings for her which were coming so naturally.
"I won't harm you," I whispered into her ear.  "I know," she said,
surprising me.  I pressed my crotch against the crack of her wonderful ass.
"Turn your face towards me and stand," I told her.  She obeyed and I hugged
her.  Amazingly, she too hugged me, deliberately pressing her marvelous
tits against me.  "Does your husband ever come to see you?" I asked.  She
stiffened at the mention of her husband.  Then she relaxed.  "Once in a
while," she replied.  I grabbed her large ass and squeezed it gently. 
"Does he love you?" I asked her.  "Yes," she replied without any
hesitation. I loosened my grip on her and we separated.  I put an arm
around her shoulder.  I kissed her cheek.  "I don't know why he left you,"
I told her.  "I would never have left you." She looked at me.  I caught
hold of her hand and guided it to my cock.  She withdrew it immediately.  I
held it again and gently persuaded her to hold my cock.  It was not erect.
It was still tired after the last exercise.  "Why exactly did he leave
you?" I asked her.  She did not reply immediately.  She looked down at my
limp cock and stroked it gently with her fingers.  Then she replied, "Sar,
don't tell anyone.  He left me because... he did not like... my big tits."
"What!" She was suddenly shy and she left my penis and turned her back to
me.  I hugged her again.  "I worship your big coconuts," I told her.  And,
as if to prove what I said, I took her coconuts in my palms and squeezed
them.  Yes, I loved coconuts.  "I am feeling hungry," I said suddenly.  And
it was true.  All evening I had been straining my body, that too without
having the evening tea and snacks, something to which I was quite used to.
And now I was famished.  She started to move away from me, probably to
arrange the food items.  I held her close to me and whispered into her ear,
"Remove your blouse.  I want to gaze at your melons as I eat." She paused
and looked at me through the corner of her eye.  "Please..." I begged. 
"Will you do as I say?" She did not respond immediately.  She nodded
reluctantly, uneasily.  She could not say no to the tinge of urgency in my
voice.  I released her.  "Take off your blouse," I said.  I put on the
light.  She looked at me reluctantly.  She would not undress without the
cover of the semi-darkness the room had been in.  But I wanted her to sit
before me with her torso bare, in good light.  "Put out the light, sar" she
said slowly, without looking at me.  "No, the light will remain," I told
her.  "I want to have a good look at you." She looked at me undecidedly. 
Then she slowly turned around and, standing with her back to me, she slowly
peeled off her blouse.  She dropped it on the bed.  Then she wrapped the
loose end of her sari around her hips and slowly turned around.  Her tits
were simply marvelous, so huge and yet so firm and rotund.  She stood with
her eyes downcast, showing me her huge boobs, for the first time in such
good light.  They were really, really astounding!  She stood like that for
a while.  Then slowly she bent down and picked up the packets of food from
under the bed.  She saw the packet which the receptionist had given me when
we were downstairs.  Still bent down, with her great melons swinging with
the movements of her body, she asked me, "What is this?" "I'll show you
later," I told her.  She sat down on the bed and started to arrange the
food items.  I washed my hand at the wash-basin and sat down in front of
her.  She too got up and washed her hand, and then sat down again.  I did
not even want to blink.  My eyes continuously feasted on her amazing tits.
I watched how her tits shook like pendulums with the movements of her body.
She leaned over to pour some curd on my banana leaf and I noticed how her
oversized tits hung down low and brushed against the rice on her leaf. 
Wow! She made no attempts at all to hide or shield her tits from me.  But
she kept her eyes downcast all the time, knowing it well where I would be
looking.  She started eating.  I too started my supper.  It was rice and
fish curry with some curd.  It tasted good.  I gulped down the food
hurriedly, more because of the hunger than of the anticipation of the
things to come after supper.  Once I coughed loudly and she quickly handed
me a glass of water.  "Eat slowly," she told me.  "Was Shiju always like
this?" I asked her.  This question about her son surely got her a little
interested.  "How?" she said.  "He talks so little." "Yes.  I don't know
what's wrong with that boy.  He has always been like that." She drank some
water.  A little water flowed down from the corner of her mouth and wetted
her huge coconuts.  Then she asked me, "Does he talk to you, sar?"
"Sometimes." She looked at me for a while.  Then she said, "Shiju has told
me that you often help him with money." I looked at her and then I gazed
directly at her tits.  I said, "That I will keep on doing, amma." She
looked into my eyes when I called her `amma'.  I thought she would smile.
But she did not.  She suddenly felt embarrassed and she looked away.  I too
felt a little uneasy.  After we had finished eating, she rolled up the used
banana leaves and tossed it out of the window.  She did it without covering
her boobs and I wondered if anyone had seen her.  We washed our hands.  She
picked up her blouse.  I touched her hand.  "Let it be like this only," I
told her.  "I have to go and use the toilet," she said.  I took her jutting
nipples between my thumb and forefinger and pulled at them.  "You are the
first woman I have touched," I said.  She did not say anything.  I pinched
her nipples, hard.  I was having a big hard on which she could see through
my lungi.  I found that she was looking directly at my cock.  I pulled her
nipples again, a little roughly, hurting her and making her wince.  She
pushed my hand away.  "Take a nice a bath and come back quickly," I
whispered into her ear.  I let her go.  She put on her blouse.  She took
her toilet things out of her bag and went out of the room.  Now I opened
the packet the receptionist had given me and scattered all the jasmine
flowers over the bed in an even manner.  Then I put out the light and
waited for her, lying on the bed.  I kept thinking about her and gently
stroked my fully erect cock.  She returned after about ten minutes.  The
moment she opened the door she caught the easily discernable fragrance of
the jasmine flowers.  She stopped on her tracks and looked around.  Since
she was coming from the well-lighted corridor, it took her some time, in
the semi-darkness of the room, to actually see the flowers scattered upon
the bed.  She slowly stepped into the room and I shut the door behind her.
I got up and slid the bolt into place, hopefully, for the last time that
night.  She looked at the flowers on the bed and then at me, in wonder. 
Perhaps she wanted to ask me from where I had got the flowers.  But she
could not bring herself to ask; she was quick to see the bold intentions
with which I had scattered the flowers on the bed.  So she did not ask
anything.  She was used the towel to dry her hair as best as she could. 
The towel was wet and she was looking all around to find a place to hang
it. Finally, she hung it on one of the window-bars.  Then she turned around
and looked at me.  I went up to her and, putting my arms around her thighs,
I lifted her up in the air.  She was heavy, but I managed to lift her up.
She was taken completely by surprise and cried out in fear, believing that
she was going to fall.  She frantically clutched at my shoulders. 
"Sar!...what are you doing?" she exclaimed.  "I am not going let you sleep
tonight," I gasped.  God!  She was heavy!  As I struggled to maintain my
center of gravity, her body tilted towards all directions.  "Put me
down...please," she said.  I slowly put her down.  She looked at me.  I
grabbed her shoulders and, gently pinning her to the wall, started kissing
her all over her face.  I pressed my palms against her ears and kissed her
on the lips.  I forced open her mouth with my tongue and let my tongue play
with hers.  She was not resisting me now, like she was doing in the
afternoon.  Perhaps, she knew that resisting me was now utterly futile.  So
she was silently allowing me to do whatever I wanted to do with her.  I
gathered her tongue between my lips And sucked at it for a long time.  At
the same time, I let my fingers explore the warm area between her thighs.
She tried to brush my hand away.  Then, seeing that I was quite persistent,
she let me have my way.  I looked at her face in the light coming in
through the window.  She was a beautiful woman.  Nice doe-like eyes,
smooth, round cheeks, full lips and a slender chin.  "You are very
beautiful," I told her and once again started showering kisses all over her
face.  I pushed her sari off her shoulder.  Impulsively, she covered her
marvelous bosom with her arms.  I slowly lowered her arms and looked at her
bulky tits.  I put my nose into her abyssal cleavage and drew in a deep
breath.  I bent my knees and kissed her lovely navel.  I held her by her
slightly flabby waist and dug my nose into her dark navel.  I kissed her
belly and stroked my cheek against it.  It was smooth as velvet.  I
straightened my legs and kissed her lips again.  I gathered her lower lip
between my teeth and sucked at it for a long time.  Then I sat down on the
bed, right in front of her.  "Remove your blouse," I said.  I thought that
she would turn around.  But she did not.  She was only slightly reluctant
as her fingers got busy with the hooks of her blouse.  She removed her
blouse with a flourish of her arms and stood before me with her heavy tits
swinging loosely.  She dropped the blouse on the bed and looked at me.  She
made no moves to cover her tits.  "Shake your tits," I told her.  She
looked at me curiously and suddenly shook her head from side to side shyly.
"Please..." I begged.  At which she slowly started turning her torso this
way and that, making her oversized, rotund tits wobble.  "Faster," I said.
Still reluctant, she quickened the jerking action of her torso a little. 
Her bulky boobs swung to one side and then to the other.  The looked real
heavy.  "Jump up and down a little," I gasped, because I was on a high when
I saw those great melons flying.  She picked up the urgency in my voice and
without showing any more reluctance she started jumping up and down.  She
did not jump actually, but just let her ankles rise and fall with a jerk
and her body bobbed up and down like a cork on water.  And her melons
danced.  I kept looking at them and she kept on shaking them, jerking her
body up and down upon her toes.  I raised myself on the bed and whisked my
lungi off.  Then sitting completely naked in front of her I looked at her
dancing melons and stroked my fully erect cock.  "Turn around," I said. 
Still bouncing up and down on her toes, she slowly turned around and showed
me great ass.  My god!  As she jumped, even her bountiful ass was slowly
bobbing up and down ever so slightly.  I leaned over and slapped her sexy
ass.  Her big ass.  Her round ass.  Sexy, sexy ass.  "Enough?" she said
after some time and started to spin around.  I said no and slapped her ass
again.  A tight slap on the right cheek.  So she kept on jumping.  I
slapped her again.  Then again.  "I cannot do it anymore," she said a while
later.  "Not on a full stomach." She now stopped and turned towards me. 
"Okay.  Now move them from side to side," I told her a moment later,
gesturing with my hands.  She paused to catch her breath.  It had not been
an exerting drill.  But she was a big woman and she was close to forty. 
Then she placed her hands on her hips and started jerking her torso this
way and that, her huge melons swinging loosely.  I sat back in a
comfortable position and watched the strip-tease show.  My cock was now
erect and it stood tall and proud.  I saw her glancing at it a couple of
times.  I had a big cock.  I did.  She suddenly stepped closer to me and
let her boobs brush against my cheeks as she shook them.  I caught hold of
her waist, thinking that she had lost her balance.  I stood up.  She had
beautiful hair, straight and long.  Her hair was black, except for a few
stray strands over her ears and on the top of her head.  Her recent
activity had loosened her hair and she now gathered it with her hands and
started to tie it up.  I touched her shoulder.  "Let it be as it is," I
told her.  She looked sexier with her long hair hanging down loose.  "Sit
on the bed," I instructed her.  She looked at me and plumped down with a
thankful expression on her face.  Now I kneeled down on the floor in front
of her.  I placed my hands gently on her large ass and looked at her.  When
I kneeled before her her amazing boobs came in level with my face.  She
immediately understood my intentions and sat perfectly still as I gathered
a nipple of hers between my lips and started sucking noisily.  She held my
elbows gently and sat without moving, allowing me to suck her tits
peacefully.  I sucked and sucked.  I really don't know how long I sucked
her.  I moved from nipple to nipple and all the time she did not say a
word. But, finally, when almost half an hour had passed, she said, "Madi,
sar.  You are hurting me." But she did not pull her nipple out of my mouth
or push me away.  She waited until I had stopped sucking and released her
tit.  Then she caught hold of her boobs and massaged their tips with the
flat of her palms, running them round and round and looking at me
complainingly.  "Remove your sari and petticoat," I told her now.  She
looked at me.  Without saying anything, she stood up and tore her sair off
her.  And then she pulled at the string of her petticoat and let it drop on
the floor.  She was naked now.  Stark naked.  Not even a thread was
covering her.  I gazed at her in wonder and she was suddenly filled with
shame and embarrassment.  But she stood her ground.  She just gazed down
and stood in silence, allowing me to slowly walk around her and admire her
nudity.  This is Shiju's amma, I thought, whom I picked up yesterday from
Palakkad Junction.  I cupped one enormous cheek of her wonderful ass with
my palm and squeezed it.  "You have the body of a real madalasa," I told
her.  "Your husband must either be mad or he must be blind." I pinched one
nipple.  I let my fingers dwell on the triangle of thick hair between her
thighs.  That area was wet.  No, not from her sweat.  In spite of her, a
very strange moan escaped her lips.  I looked at her.  A portion of her fat
lower lip was trapped between her teeth.  And she was looking at me through
dark eyes which twinkled in the semi-darkness.  I let my hand stay on her
cunt.  "Shiju is staying in a very small room," I said to her.  "How will
you adjust there?" She did not say anything.  "Shall I ask him to allow you
to stay in my room?" She looked at me, her teeth still digging into her
sexy lip.  "I need someone to cook for me and take care of me," I said.  "I
will pay you good." She moaned as I started stroking her wet, wet cunt, her
juices flowing down my fingers.  "Why don't you say something?" She took
hold my big cock and slowly pulled me towards her.  I put my arms around
her and she received me with a sudden moan escaping her lips.  I kissed her
lips and she returned my kiss with an equal passion.  Our tongues darted
out and played with each other.  I sucked her tongue for some time.  When I
was finished, she took mine between her lips and sucked it, her eyes shut.
I kept stroking her sweaty back and her ass.  After a moment, I said, "Let
us lie down." She did not say anything.  We separated and I held her hand
and made her climb upon the bed, upon the jasmine flowers.  Once on the
bed, she looked at me, waiting for my next instruction.  I liked it.  In
the dim light, we were both kneeling upon the bed and our bodies were
naked. The fragrance of the jasmine flowers was almost intoxicating us.  I
laid down and I asked her to sit by my side.  "Hold my cock," I said to
her. She made no move for a few seconds.  Then, glancing at me just once,
her eyes filled with just a wee bit of embarrassment and shame, she slowly
took my member in her hand.  "Stroke it," I said.  She started stroking it,
very clumsily, for I think she was doing it a little half-heartedly, her
mind being plagued with indecision and doubt once again.  I lay back and
watched her what she was doing.  As she stroked, the cock grew in size and
became hard and thick.  A seven-inch stick in her hand.  She held it using
all the fingers and thumb of her right hand and when she stroked it she
moved her hand up and down the length of it, very gently.  Her head was
turned sideways and she was looking at the wall.  She would not look
directly at me cock.  After some time, I told her, "Apply some oil on my
cock." The bottle of coconut oil that I had used in the afternoon was still
lying on the bed.  She took it, undid the cap and poured oil into her palm.
She applied this oil over my shaft.  She put the bottle back and returned
to my cock.  She rubbed her palms together and started giving my cock a
slow massage with both her hands.  She rubbed oil on my balls too and also
on my thighs.  After that, she once again held it securely in her right
hand and started rubbing it up and down, up and down, this time with
amazing expertise.  I watched her for some time.  Now she was occasionally
glancing at my boy.  And why not?  He was seven inch tall.  Now I had the
amazing capacity of delaying my ejaculation for any length of time.  When I
started masturbating I would carry on doing it for more than an hour.  I
think I had that will power.  I lay back and watched her as she sat between
my legs with her torso bare, stroking my lad, from time to time letting it
brush against her heaving boobs, and thought that I could, if I wanted to,
make her stroke my cock like that all night.  Silence prevailed in the tiny
room, save the old, rickety fan whirring away above us.  The room was hot.
But I was naked.  And the flowers on which I was lying were cold and
provided some relief.  In the adjoining room, the radio was once again
playing.  I do not know what the time was, and I did not care.  I watched
her hand move up and down, steadily, labouriously.  There was sweat on
them, on her wrist.  I looked at her face.  She was perspiring heavily,
because when she moved her hand, her entire body was rocking.  In between,
she would leave my cock and grab my balls and squeeze them gently without
my asking her.  I guess she had done this sort of thing with her husband
and she knew what a man wanted.  She went on stroking.  "You have not said
anything," I said after a while.  She looked at me questioningly.  "About
staying in my room," I told her.  She looked away and continued stroking.
"Shall I ask Shiju?" I said.  She nodded after a few seconds.  That got me
excited.  "I'll call you `amma' and treat you exactly like a mother before
eveybody.  No one will know anything." She held my balls with her free hand
and squeezed them gently.  I shut my eyes and just enjoyed her touch.  She
stroked my belly, my hips and my thighs, all the time her one hand working
on my cock.  "We will sleep naked every night," I said, my eyes still shut.
"And when it is my day off I will make you do all the cooking and cleaning
with no clothes on." I laughed lightly.  She kept quiet.  I let my mind
fantasize all those things.  "Move your hand rapidly now," I told her after
some time.  I shut my eyes.  I knew that my ejaculation was coming.  She
quickened her pace of stroking, her huge boobs shaking wildly as she moved
her hand.  She was biting her lips, because this continuous moving of her
hand was not less tiring.  She moved closer to me so that she could hold my
cock more comfortable.  Now the head of my cock was trapped between her
heavy tits.  "Stop," I said.  She stopped.  "Take it into your mouth," I
told her.  She looked at me reluctantly.  "Take it!" I said desperately. 
She wet her lips with her tongue.  Then she bent her torso and slowly took
my cock into her mouth.  It was so sexy to watch, her parting her most sexy
lips to take my member in, first just the head, and then almost half of it.
I felt her tongue slowly stroke the head.  And then I came.  I shut my eyes
and saw stars in my head.  It was almost like an explosion in her mouth. 
Her cheeks bulged out a little as my semen flooded into her mouth.  She
straightened, allowing my cock to slide out of her mouth, pressing her lips
tightly over my cock, sucking it, so as not to let even a drop of my semen
go waste.  She gulped my semen in.  All of it, and she looked at me with
that complaining expression on her face again.  Not very happy about the
thing I had made her do.  "Give me some water to drink," I said to her,
wiping the sweat on my brow.  It was my second ejaculation that day.  I was
feeling drained.  She handed me the plastic-bottle of water kept under the
bed.  I drank slowly and returned the bottle to her.  She too drank,
washing down the taste of semen in her mouth.  Then she did a very
surprising thing.  She dropped the empty bottle on the floor and, slowly
turning around on her knees, she pressed her cunt to my mouth.  At the same
time she guided my spent cock back into her own mouth.  The night had just
begun in Room No.69.  The smell of her cunt was mixing with the aroma of
the flowers was producing a very sensous effect.  Immediately I was feeling
a stirring in my loins and I knew that my cock would be erect again soon.
Besides, she was doing a good job with her tongue.  She was licking my cock
all over, and my balls too.  I put out my tongue and let it exlpore her
juicy cunt.  It darted this way and that and soon located her erect
clitoris.  She moaned when I let my tongue attack her clitoris.  The juices
of her lovely cunt spilled down and flowed down from the sides of my mouth.
I put my hands on her great ass and stroked it, running my palms in
circles. At the same time, I ate her pussy.  Very soon, I was once again
having a major erection between my legs.  All of seven inches.  And she was
just worshipping it.  She was licking it all over almost greedily, taking
it into her mouth and giving me a lovely blow-job.  We remained in this
'69' position for about a quarter of an hour.  Then I decided to do other
interesting things.  I asked her to get up.  I said, "Turn around and stand
on your all fours." She gazed at me somberly for a second.  Then she got on
all fours and turned around slowly.  She looked like an animal to me now.
She knew what I wanted.  She positioned herself in such a manner that her
huge ass came directly in front of my face.  "Put your shoulders down," I
further instructed her.  "I want just your chandi up.  Lift your chandi up
in the air as much as you can." She understood.  She bent her arms and
placed her head on the bed.  Then she lifted up her ass, bending her
backbone as much as she comfortably could.  She pushed her enormous ass up.
Now her ass was high up in the air, and she looked very, very sexy indeed.
Sitting behind her, I could not for the umpteenth time that day help marvel
at the great size and amazing rotundity of her ass.  I put my hands on her
ass and stroked it all over, running my palms in wide circles.  It was very
smooth to touch.  I decided to give it a oil massage.  I picked up the
bottle of oil, undid its cap and upturned it above her ass, pouring almost
half of its content over different areas of her ass in a circle.  Then I
started giving her a nice massage, running my palms round and round,
slapping her, squeezing her...  She did not move or say anything all that
time.  She knew I just loved her ass and she was just allowing me to do
whatever I wanted to do with it.  After the oil massage, her ass shone even
in the dim light coming in through the tiny window.  It looked sexier than
ever.  Once again I found myself wondering why her husband had left her at
all.  Such a great piece of ass...  Probably he found a greater piece
somewhere.  But I could not imagine that any woman could have a sexier ass.
It was possible that his preferences were different.  Maybe he liked small
ass and small tits.  Well, good for him.  I could ass-worship this woman
all my life.  Then I decided to begin a slapping session.  I stood up on
the bed.  She turned her head around to look at me when I stood up.  She
probably thought that I intended to fuck her ass-hole, because she
immediately jerked her ass up some more, flexing her ass muscles so that
the huge cheeks parted a little and showed her anus.  Not to dishearten
her, I bent my legs and, holding my cock, let its tip play a little with
her ass-hole.  She was tickled, but I had no desire to fuck her just yet. I
straightened and stood behind her, stroking her ass-cheeks with my left
hand and raising my right, ready for the slapping.  And I started slapping
her.  She did not say anything for a long time.  Then she gently told me
that I was making a lot of noise.  I said that I did not care.  Slapping a
well-oiled ass was a different experience.  When you slapped an oiled ass
your hand slithered a little on contact and produced a resounding crack. 
Moreover, the ass became hot and red and shone as if it had ripened.  I
continued to slap her ass for about a quarter of an hour.  Then I felt
tired and decided to sit down.  I asked her to straighten her body and sit.
She did, and she raised her arms to tie her hair which had come undone.  I
watched how her bountiful boobs rose up when she raised her arms.  I sat
down in front of her and decided to play with those lovely coconuts of her.
I took one on my palm and noticed that it was so large that its flesh was
splaying out of my hand when I held it.  And it was heavy too.  I drew
closer to her and asked her to hand me the bottle of oil.  I opened the
bottle and poured out a large measure of coconut oil on to my palm and
returned the bottle to her.  She was quick to understand my intentions. 
She immediately sat straight with her bosom thrust out, so that her tits
appeared larger that ever.  I rubbed my palms together and then put them on
her tits.  I ran my palms all over those rotund globes, spreading oil
evenly on her skin.  I ran my palms in circles.  I upturned my palm in
front of her and she poured out some more oil.  I gave her huge tits a nice
massage, stoking them, squeezing them and even slapping them.  I held them
from the sides and started shaking them up and down, up and down.  When I
had played with her tits for about ten minutes, I laid down with my head
resting comfortably on the pillow.  I spread my legs and made her sit
between them.  "Give me your tits to suck," I told her.  She put the bottle
of oil on the floor.  Then she came on top of me, placing her hands either
sides of my head, and she directed one nipple into my mouth.  I held her by
fleshy waist and sucked noisily.  In this position, my erect cock was
touching her cunt and I could feel the wetness of her hot cunt.  Her cunt
was so wet and lubricated that with a simple jerk of my pelvis I could be
inside her.  Then it struck me that she was deliberately keeping her cunt
in contact with my cock.  She was gently moving her pelvis too, swaying it
from side to side as I sucked her.  Suddenly my heart went out for this
woman who had been giving me her services silently for so long a time.  I
spread my arms around her and pulled her down to me.  She was taken by
surprise and gasped as she fell upon me, her heavy boobs pressing upon my
chest.  I put my hand behind her head and kissed her lips hard.  We rolled
upon the bed so that now she lay on her side beside me.  I hugged her
tightly and went on kissing her lips.  She too embraced me, first loosely,
self-consciously, and then with force.  Her palms traveled all across my
back, and I too stroked her back and buttocks.  The sound of skin rubbing
against skin seemed to fill the tiny room.  We were breathing into each
other's face and moaning softly, almost as if we had just learned to
communicate in a very novel language.  I made her lie on her back and
climbed on top of her.  Holding her tightly by the shoulders, I started
showering kisses all over her lovely face.  She received my kisses with
little moans of pleasure.  The next moment I felt her hand upon my fully
erect cock.  She held it and gently guided it to her waiting cunt.  She
wanted me to fuck her!  I raised myself on my hands and lifted up my pelvis
a little, giving her room to do the needful.  She gently twisted my cock
this way and that and finally I found an entry.  And I went in.  God!  My
head reeled as my cock slid in slowly and effortlessly in her wet cunt.  In
a second, I was inside her.  I looked at her.  In the dim light, her eyes
looked very dark.  But I realized that she was looking directly at me and
her eyes were brimming with anticipation of the pleasure that was about to
come.  I got ready to fuck her.  Really fuck her.  But first I had to tell
her something.  "I have fallen in love with you," I said.  She moaned at
that, as if she had suddenly had an orgasm.  I bent down and kissed her
lips.  Then I straightened and started moving my pelvis.  She bit her lips
and started moaning.  It was almost as if I had just turned on the radio.
We were looking directly into each other's eyes as I fucked her.  Her head
was gently moving back and forth with the movements of my pelvis.  She was
loving every second of it.  I could make that out in her eyes.  Her mouth
was slightly open and there was a blank expression in her eyes.  She was
looking at me and was not yet seeing me.  And the moans were coming from
her continuously, in rhythm with my pumping.  "Ummmmmm...." she moaned. 
"Sar....ummmmmm....mmmmm...ahhh...ahhh...ummmm...sar..." She spread her
thighs wider, giving me more room for my business.  I did my work well; I
was young and in good form.  And she was having a great time.  I could see
that from the way she was digging her nails on my back.  "I'll do this with
you every night," I whispered.  "Yes...every night..." she moaned back. 
The bed creaked as I moved.  An end of the bed was knocking against the
wall.  It was going knock, knock, knock, knock.  But we did not care.  We
had reached a point in time where everything else in the world just melted
away.  She had a cunt and I had a cock.  Nothing else mattered.  I was
fucking her good.  This was my first fuck and I was proud that I was doing
a very good job.  Just imagine.  I had met her just yesterday on Palakkad
Railway Station, a woman of about forty, mother of a boy named Shiju in my
factory.  She was a total stranger yesterday.  And now, we were both lying
on this bed of jasmine flowers, I on top of her.  We were stark naked and I
was copulating with her, fucking her hard.  Real hard.  And she was simply
loving it.  We were both sweating like anything.  And her moans filled the
room, and god knows if they were was spreading outside the room too.  I did
not care at the moment.  What really mattered was that I had to enjoy this
woman fully.  Drink the wine of her sensuality until the cup was empty. 
But would the cup be empty.  No.  At least, it would not drain out tonight.
I fucked her till midnight.