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 PART 1 This happened when I was around thirteen.  Then I was living with my
parents in the outskirts of an unimportant district of Kerala.  My father
ran a small tea-shop and my mother helped him in the business.  Though I
was their only child, I was not much spoilt.  I was not bad in my studies
and frequently stood first in my class.  I was very obedient to my parents.
Since they were fairly educated people, they knew well the value of good
education.  And, though it was beyond their means, they were sending me to
an English medium school in a nearby town.  Looking back, I think that we
were a happy family, though poor, and were envied by all our neighbours. 
Our troubles started when my father fell ill suddenly and died.  He was in
the habit of drinking toddy once in a while, but of late, probably because
of the sudden losses in running the tea-shop due to the appearance of a
restaurant across the road, he had started drinking more frequently.  Early
one evening, his condition got so worse that we had to rush him to a
hospital.  The doctors said that his condition was very critical.  He died
after remaining bedridden for some weeks.  After his death, my mother
gathered herself together very quickly and tried to run our tea-shop alone.
But she soon found out that she could not do it on her own.  I suggested to
her that I could stop going to school and give her a hand in the tea-shop.
But she would not allow that, even though our financial conditions were
fast becoming from bad to worse.  During my father's long illness, we had
to borrow heavily from our friends and relatives.  They were now coming to
our house almost everyday and demanding their money back.  We were in a
desperate situation.  It was during this time that a woman in our
neighborhood told my mother that an old couple in our locality were looking
for a servant-woman who could do all the household work and take care of
them by staying with them in their house.  My mother and I went to see this
old couple.  We found that they were in their early sixties.  The old man,
who was called Vasu, was a retired school-teacher.  His wife's name was
Parvathiamma.  They had a son and a daughter who were now married and were
settled in different places.  When my mother expressed the desire to work
in their house Vasu and Parvathiamma asked her if she had any previous
experience of working as a servant-woman.  My mother told them that she had
the experience of running a tea-shop for more than ten years.  This seemed
to satisfy them and they were ready to take my mother in as the
servant-woman of their house.  They warned her that she would have to do
all the work alone, and without any complaints too.  My mother agreed. 
Thus we started a new life.  To clear all our debts, my mother sold the
tea-shop and our house and we moved into the house of this old couple.  It
was not a big house.  It was a rather an old-fashioned one.  We were given
a small room beside the kitchen to live in.  The old couple seemed to be
good people.  Parvathiamma was initially a little reserved with my mother.
But when she saw that my mother was a good-natured and hard-working woman,
she became quite attached to her.  The old woman was the talkative type,
but she was ill most of the time and so my mother had to take good care of
her.  Vasu, on the other hand, was a quiet man.  He hardly opened his mouth
in the house.  Since he had been a school-teacher, I would often take his
help with my lessons.  He would help me usually, but sometimes, if he was
not feeling like it, he would shoo we away.  The old couple did not have
many visitors in their house, therefore they valued our company very much.
One frequent visitor to the house was a man called Raghu.  He lived in a
nearby village and came to the house once or twice a week to do odd jobs.
He was a tall and stout fellow with a very dark complexion.  He liked to
talk and chew betel.  The old man and woman rarely allowed him to enter the
house.  Whenever he came, he was given a number of tasks like chopping
fire-wood, digging the ground around the coconut trees, mending the roof,
so on and so forth.  He was punctual most of the time, and when he was not
punctual the old woman would scold him.  He seemed like a friendly person
to me.  I liked to watch him work and he seemed to like talking with me. 
He would tell me about his village, the festivals there, his wife and his
many quarrels with her.  My mother also liked to talk with him.  She one
day told him our story, about my father and our little tea-shop.  He was a
good listener and he listened to her patiently as he chopped wood.  He
addressed my mother as "chechi", meaning, elder sister.  PART 2 Most of
what my mother earned was spent on my education.  Often it was not enough.
Sometimes when I asked for money to buy books or other things she would go
and borrow from the old couple.  Vasu would show readiness to help
immediately.  But the old woman would initially show some reluctance, but
eventually she would give in.  She would tell my mother that the borrowed
amount would be cut from her next month's salary.  But often my mother
would get the full salary itself; the old woman would ask her to forget the
money she had borrowed.  The old woman was kind to my mother in many other
ways also.  Often, when her son or daughter visited the house and brought
presents, she would give something or the other to my mother.  I used to
wonder why she was being so kind to us.  But soon Parvathiamma was to ask
something from my mother in return for all the kindness she was showering
on us.  One day I was in my room studying for my exams.  My mother was in
the kitchen.  Parvathiamma came into the kitchen and struck up a
conversation with my mother.  This was a usual thing with her, and during
such time she would be doing most of the talking.  And, that day was no
exception.  She was talking to my mother about a thousand things under the
sun.  Then suddenly she began to talk in a low tone.  At first I was not
paying any attention to what she was talking.  Then when I realized that
she was talking about her husband's sex life, I naturally began to listen
attentively.  The old woman was saying that in his youth her husband had
been rather shy.  He had not taken much interest in sexual activities.  It
was only during the later years of their married life that he began to show
a keen desire for sex.  After their children had grown up, Parvathiamma had
little desire for sex, but Vasu, on the other hand, had started craving for
flesh so much that her disinterest in the subject angered him.  At that
time he had quite openly expressed to her about his hidden lusts, often
embarrassing her with his statements.  She would laugh at him and this
would make him more frustrated.  And once, the old woman told my mother, he
had told Parvathiamma that he wished to see her in the arms of another man.
He would love to watch it, he said, another man making love to his wife. 
Parvathiamma laughed loudly when she said this to my mother.  My mother was
clearly embarrassed.  She tried to pass it off with a few remarks of
exclamation and embarrassment.  Parvathiamma commented now sadly, as if to
herself, that the old man had surely failed to enjoy himself during his
youth.  And now, in his old age he was showing a wild interest in sex
which, she said, was very unbecoming of him.  She said again that she felt
pity for the poor man because he had failed to see all the colours of life
during his "best times".  "What can I do?" she told my mother.  "At my age
I cannot satisfy his hunger, can I?  Moreover, he does not desire me at all
now.  I am an old woman.  He wants someone who is much younger.  I feel
sorry for him.  Poor fellow." Here she paused.  Then she said to my mother,
"Sunandini, at nights I see him toss and turn on his bed.  Oh, I really
feel sorry for him.  And, Sunandini, ever since you have come here his
condition has gotten worse." There was another pause, during which time I
know that my mother must have looked at her in a puzzled manner.  "Yes,"
Parvathiamma continued.  "Ever since he has set his eyes on you he has been
longing to sleep with you." My heart was beating wildly when I heard this.
I waited with abated breath to see how my mother was going to react.  She
was undoubtedly shocked, just like me.  There was silence for a few seconds
from her part.  Then she tried to laugh it of as a joke.  But she realised
quickly that the old woman was serious, and she grew silent.  "Sunandini,
you can help him" said the old woman in a gentle voice, when my mother
remained silent for a long time.  "I...  I don't know what to say,
Parvathiamma," stammered my mother.  She sounded utterly confused.  "Take
pity on him," said the old woman.  "Think about it for a moment.  What do
you have to lose?" A deep silence prevailed in the kitchen for a while. 
Then I heard my mother tell Parvathiamma in an apologetic manner that she
could not even think of doing such a thing, that it was a sin and the gods
would never forgive her.  To my amazement the old woman became quite
indignant.  She reminded my mother of the many times that she had helped
her.  She called my mother a thankless woman and, suddenly, she started to
cry.  She told my mother that she was ready to fall on her feet and beg
like a beggar.  "I can't bear to see him suffer, you know", she said,
weeping.  "That's why I'm begging you.  He could never go with an outside
woman, because then somehow people will know.  You live in our house.  You
are not an outsider.  So there is no danger of anybody finding out. 
Besides, at his age do you think that he will be very demanding?  Just let
him hold you once in a while.  That's all." She kept on talking like this,
obstinately, angrily, beseechingly.  "Don't forget," I heard her tell my
mother.  "One word from me and you and your son will be thrown out of this
house in no moment." "Aiyo, Parvathiamma, don't talk like that," said my
mother.  "I and my son will be ever thankful to you and sar for whatever
you have done.  If not for you I don't know what would happened to me and
my son." "Then , this is how you show your gratitude?" Now it was my
mother's turn to cry.  Maybe she was hurt when the old woman called her
thankless.  "You will say yes to my request or not?  Will you help my
husband or not?" asked Parvathiamma, as if was finalizing something.  The
tone of her voice was very threatening.  A brief pause.  Then with my own
ears I heard my mother say a weak yes!  Parvathiamma was overjoyed.  She
thanked my mother again and again.  Then she said, almost in a teasing
manner, "Shall I send him to your room tonight, after Hari is asleep?" My
mother did not reply.  "Shall I?" repeated Parvathiamma.  "Aiyo...tonight?"
"Yes.  I don't think he can wait any longer." PART 3 As a teenager, at that
time, I had already started experimenting with sex.  I used to talk a lot
about sex with my friends and we had watched a couple of adult movies in
the local theatres.  But none of us - at least, not me - had ever seen a
blue film.  And it was my greatest desire to see one.  My mother was in her
late thirties at that time.  She was thirty-eight, I think.  She was a very
beautiful woman with a wheaty complexion and a body which was the dream of
every man.  She was tall and, though she was plump, her body was
well-proportioned.  She had big, round buttocks which jiggled gently when
she walked.  Her thighs were fat and shapely and they looked very sensual
when she sat down and her sari clung to her.  She had a sexy face, though
after her husband's death it had became somewhat pale.  And there were
hints of dark circles below her eyes.  But her eyes were beautiful.  She
had been a cheerful, talkative woman, but after her husband's death she had
became less talkative and of a thoughtful nature.  At my age I was very
much aware of the sensuality of her body.  Since we shared a single room,
it was impossible for me to turn a blind eye to her voluptuous figure.  I
used to feel very guilty whenever I found myself glancing at her large
breasts, her midriff, her deep navel.  But she was not at all aware of my
feelings.  She thought that I was still a small kid.  Sometimes she would
change her sari standing right in front of me.  And I already knew that
Vasu had an eye on her.  Although he hardly talked with her, I had so many
times seen him gazing at her body longingly.  He would hide behind his
newspaper and ogle at her as she moved around the house with her work. 
Once I was in his room and he was helping me with a problem in mathematics.
My mother was there, atop a stool.  She was cleaning the ceiling fan.  To
reach the fan, she had to stand on her toes and stretch her arms.  Every
time her arms went up, her sari would be lifted and her navel would come
into view.  All the time she was there the old man had kept on glancing at
her quite unashamedly.  And every time he glanced, his blood would rush up
to his face.  In another instance, I caught him staring at my mother
through the kitchen window.  She was in the backyard, washing clothes.  She
had taken off her sari and she was in her blouse and petticoat.  The
neckline of her blouse was very low and it revealed the tops of her heavy
boobs.  And Vasu's eyes were simply feasting That night mother was very
silent.  She was very thoughtful while we were having our dinner in the
kitchen.  After eating, we entered our room.  There were two cots in the
room, put close together.  The room was so small that the two cots covered
a large portion of the floor.  The cots made an "L" shape; I slept on the
cot laid against the wall that separated the kitchen from our room and she
on the one next to the window.  The window opened into the backyard of the
house where there was a tiny coconut grove and a well.  I lay down.  She
also lay down after switching off the light.  "Hari, have you studied
everything for your exam tomorrow?" she asked me now.  "Yes, amma," I
replied.  Then silence fell in our room.  The window was open and silvery
moonlight was flooding into the room through the space above the curtain. I
was not going to sleep.  My young mind was almost bursting with
anticipation and excitement.  I waited, counting the seconds, controlling
the great urge to toss and turn on my cot.  Time seemed to suddenly stand
still and I just got on becoming more and more impatient.  Seconds became
minutes, and minutes hours.  But I would not sleep.  In the faint
moonlight, I saw that my mother was lying very still, with her back to me.
Had she fallen asleep?  Had she forgotten that Parvathiamma had fixed an
appointment for her with Vasu?  Or, had the plans been changed without my
knowledge?  I just lay there in suspense.  Waiting, waiting.  I had almost
given up hope when the clock in the drawing room of the house struck eleven
and, a moment later, Vasu knocked at the door.  He called my mother's name
softly.  My mother sat up.  She looked at me.  I did not move a muscle.  I
was lying with one arm placed on my forehead.  She could not see my eyes.
When she felt sure that I was asleep, she got up.  She stood in the center
of the room and adjusted her sari.  Vasu called her again.  She looked at
the door undecidedly for a while.  She put on the light and just stood
there, staring at the door.  Then taking a firm step forward, she opened
the door.  From where I lay I could not see Vasu.  But I could see the
nervous way in which my mother looked at him and then looked down at the
floor.  "Hari is asleep?" I heard him ask her, almost in a whisper.  It was
difficult say whether he had asked a question or made a statement.  "Um",
she said.  There was a brief silence.  Then the old man said, "I am unable
to sleep.  It is awfully hot in our room.  I'll sit here for a while here."
So saying, he gently brushed past her.  When Vasu saw me, he frowned, as if
he had not expected me to be here.  He stood beside my mother's cot,
looking at me a little nervously, and then shifted his gaze out of the
window, at the moonlit coconut grove.  My mother just stood at the door.  I
suddenly noticed that she was breathing very heavily, as if she had just
finished running.  Her face was a sudden whirlwind of emotions.  Then, all
at once, she stepped forward and fell upon the old man's feet.  "I am a
poor woman, sar," she said as she burst into tears.  "Please..." Vasu was
not ready for this.  He was almost panic stricken for a moment.  He glanced
at me in alarm.  "What are you doing!" he exclaimed.  He stepped back, away
from her.  "Get up...get up.  Don't make so much noise here...your son will
wake up..." "Please..." My mother kept on trying to hold his feet.  And she
would not stop crying.  "I said don't make noise," said the old man, now
irritated, very much like a teacher in a noisy class.  He glanced in my
direction again and again.  "Sar, I beg you...please..." Vasu now bent down
and desperately caught hold of her shoulders.  He tried to bring her to her
feet.  She stood up slowly, her cheeks wet with tears, her face contorted,
as if she was in pain.  She kept on crying, wiping her eyes with the back
of her hand.  He stood holding her, looking at her, perhaps suddenly
finding it hard to believe that he was so close to her, that she was in his
arms.  He kept on gazing at her, his mouth slightly open, as if mesmerised
by the sensuality of her face.  He looked at her quivering lips, her full
cheeks, her soft chin.  He slowly looked down at her bosom where her sari
had slid away slightly, showing the cleavage of her large tits.  My mother
had very large tits.  They were so large that her boobs were the first
thing anyone - especially men - noticed about her, and she was literally
embarrassed of them.  Whenever she ventured out of the house, she was in
the habit of wearing her sari wrapped around her shoulders to hide their
enormous size.  In between her crying, she suddenly became aware of where
Vasu was looking.  She quickly stepped back and adjusted her sari.  The old
man now looked at her arse.  She was standing a little sideways to him, and
when my mother stood sideways her large arse stood out very prominently. 
It was broad and well-rounded.  It was pure heaven to watch her big arse
jiggle as she moved around the house.  Vasu's mouth watered.  He gulped and
looked at this sex goddess whom he longed to take into his arms and...  She
wiped her face with her sari and looked at him through a corner of her eye.
He gulped.  She was a beautiful woman, fair-skinned, healthy and with a
very sexy face.  I had heard women say it often that my mother had the
beauty of a film-star.  And it was true.  It is hard to describe the
sensuality of her face.  You have to see it to believe it.  Sometimes just
watching her lips move used to give me a hard-on.  The old man sighed and
he suddenly sat down on my mother's cot.  He looked in my direction,
vaguely lost in thought.  Then he said, "Sunandini, I am not going to hurt
you.  I promise." She just kept standing there with her eyes fixed on the
floor, her cheeks still moist from her crying.  I just wanted to talk to
you," he told her, his eyes shifting between her huge tits and her big,
sexy arse.  He sighed again.  It was a hot night.  He had started to sweat.
He kept quite for a while.  And then, as if he had been gathering his
courage all that time, he said, "If you come and sit her...close to
me...for a while, I will go away.  Just for while." His voice was shaking.
She stiffened visibly when she heard this, and she began to breathe
rapidly, as if she was going to burst into a fresh torrent of tears.  She
gazed at him and caught the imploring expression on his face.  "Sunandini,"
he whispered.  "Please..." She turned her face away from him, her mind in
turmoil.  She was well aware that Vasu had been good to her ever since she
had come to live in this house.  He had helped her so many times.  And in
return if she...  No, no...she could not bring her to even think about it.
Her fingers kept tugging at a corner of her sari unconsciously.  She looked
at me.  I was barely breathing.  "Sar," she said slowly, "this is not
proper..." "Who will come to know?  Not a single soul.  Come here..."
"But..." She bit her lips, her eyes shut tightly, teardrops still forming
at the corners.  What was she thinking?  Maybe she was thinking about what
Parvathiamma had said to her in the kitchen: "Just let him hold you once in
a while".  And, how that old woman had threatened to throw her and her son
out of the house if she did not do what she wanted her to do.  Her son.  He
was a bright lad.  It was important that he should continue with his
studies.  She looked at the old man.  He patted upon the cot.  He said,
"Come, sit here.  Just for a while.  And then I will go away." "Sar, Hari
will wake up," said my mother.  "We will not make any noise." PART 4 She
took in a deep breath.  In her mind she realized that perhaps this was the
only solution to the whole matter.  Maybe, if she just sat down with this
old man for a while he would go away.  She remembered the old woman's words
that her husband would not be very demanding.  She once again looked at me.
Then she started to step towards him.  But Vasu said to her, "Close that
door first." The interruption seemed to make her undecided again.  But she
slowly headed for the door.  I watched the old man look lustily at her
magnificent behind.  She bolted the door and slowly came and sat down upon
the cot.  She sat close to the old man, close but not touching.  He seemed
to relax a bit.  He looked at her.  His sex goddess.  In flesh and blood,
and so close to him.  My god!  He was drawing his knees together, as if
already he was having an erection.  Vasu said, "Sunandini, I know that you
are always worried about your son's education." He moved closer to her, so
that their shoulders and thighs touched.  She stiffened, but she did no
move away.  She just sat there, her sari wrapped around her tightly, as if
it was a fortress, and her eyes more interested on the pale floor of the
room.  A short, dull laugh unconsciously escaped the old man's lips.  He
was so much filled with excitement.  He brought his mouth close to her face
and breathed, "From today, whatever you need for him, just ask me.  Okay?"
She did not say anything.  She moved her face slightly away from him, as if
he had bad breath.  But he was not really interested in what he was saying
or how she had to respond.  All his attention was on her sexy lips, her
big, round tits...  "Did you hear what I said?" "Um" she nodded now,
feeling very uncomfortable because she was well aware of where he was
looking.  She turned her torso slightly away from him.  Then the old man
whispered, "Ever since I saw you...I have been..." He was unable to
complete his sentence.  Suddenly he caught hold of her hand.  She tried to
pull it away with a jerk.  But he held on and, very reluctantly, she let
him have it.  He squeezed it gently, looking at it like a child with a new
toy.  He laughed again, a short triumphant laugh.  A lusty laugh. 
"Sar...," she whispered for no reason at all.  "Why are you so afraid,
Sunandini?" Vasu asked.  He lifted her hand and suddenly kissed it. 
"Aiyo!" she said.  She once again tried to free her hand from his grip. 
She glanced at him and then looked away.  He kissed her hand again.  Then,
even as I looked, Vasu gently guided her hand to his loins.  Shocked, she
withdrew her hand with a strong jerk and looked away from him.  He slowly
extended his left arm around her shoulders and held her tightly.  "Sar!"
she exclaimed.  "Please..." he whispered into her ear, "don't get up." And
then, with his other hand he slowly parted his mundu to reveal a big,
half-erect cock!  It looked like a large banana.  Through the corner of her
eye my mother saw what he had done, and she turned her face away even more.
She tried to stand up, but he held her down with his one hand.  Vasu was a
strong man.  Even at this age, whenever Raghu was unavailable, he would
chop wood, a work in which I was not very skilled.  "Please..." he begged.
My mother sat stiffly.  He caught hold of her hand again.  She tried in
vain to pull it away.  He very slowly brought it to his penis.  She cried
out lightly when her fingers touched his large organ, as if it was red hot.
She tried her best to free her hand from his grip.  Now he used both his
hands and tried to make her hold his cock.  "Please..." he said like a very
desperate beggar.  He did not leave her hand.  He knew that if he did, she
would immediately withdraw it.  She did not say anything.  She was sweating
hard and the shocked expression would not leave her face.  He begged again.
She shook her head and kept up the tug-of-war with him.  Without looking at
him, as if in a dream, she said, "Hari might wake up, sar." "He is fast
asleep, Sunandini.  He won't wake up if we don't make any noise." She bit
her lips and rolled her eyes, as if she was unable to think clearly.  How
could she?  This was something that she had never imagined even in her
wildest dreams.  My mother was not very religious minded; after her
husband's death she hardly ever went to the temple.  Even now, she would
visit the temple only because she had to accompany Parvathiamma.  "Please,
Sunandini..." Vasu begged.  Then with my own eyes I saw my mother's fingers
gently tighten around Vasu's big cock.  But she did not turn her face
around to look at him or his penis.  She sat very stiffly, all the time her
face turned towards the wall.  Vasu seemed to be feeling dizzy.  He left
her hand very slowly, and with drunken eyes, he gazed at her hand holding
his cock on its own.  And the cock - big as it was - was getting more and
more erect by the second.  He tightened his grip around her shoulder,
drawing her closer to him.  He sat and for a long time he gazed at her hand
holding his cock.  She was holding it loosely, almost as if she was afraid
of crumbling it.  And then, even as he looked, my mother started moving her
hand up and down, stroking his big cock very, very gently.  He shut his
eyes, relaxing completely, and breathed, "This is all I
want...Sunandini...this is all I want." Up and down, up and down, went her
hand.  Very gently.  But she was actually holding his cock for namesake
only, rubbing it with just the "O" of her thumb and index finger.  My god!
What am I seeing!  I thought to myself.  By the expression on her face you
could see that she was not liking it one bit.  She was taking it all in
like a very awful tasting medicine which she wanted to gulp down as fast as
possible.  Perhaps she was thinking that the sooner she satisfied him, the
earlier he would leave.  This thought made her move her hand a little
faster.  She grabbed his cock properly, using all her fingers and thumb,
and rubbed steadily.  As she continued to rub him, he withdrew his arm from
her shoulder and sat back, planting his palms behind him on the cot.  He
just watched her hand do the work.  She sat stiffly all the time, not
daring to turn her face and look at his organ.  But after a while I
realized that she was glancing at it from the corner of her eye.  This
rubbing went on for more than ten minutes.  Ten minutes is a very long
time. Just imagine, for a whole ten minutes my mother and the old man sat
in the silence of the small room, without exchanging any words, all the
time her hand working on his cock.  She kept on moving her hand steadily,
non-stop.  Her movements were slow, as if she was in no hurry.  But this
does not mean that she was liking it.  The expression on her face was one
that of vague repulsion.  Then, all of a sudden, she grew restless and
stopped moving her hand.  She said, "Madi, sar.  Enough.  Hari might wake
up." She could not take it any more.  He shook his head impatiently.  "No,
no," he said.  "You go on...don't stop now..." She sat undecidedly for a
while.  Then she whispered to him, "Sar, Shall we go into the kitchen?" I
wondered with a sudden panic whether she had seen that I was awake.  Or had
I made some unconscious movements of my body?  I was myself having an
erection under my lungi which was getting more and more uncomfortable. 
Vasu's whole body was tense.  Maybe he was on the verge of an ejaculation.
His eyes were shut tight and he was totally drenched in sweat.  "Don't stop
now..." he seemed to mutter.  With a feverish movement, he threw his arms
around my mother.  "Aiyo, sar!" she exclaimed.  She left his penis and
started to get up.  But she could not get up, for the old man was too
strong for her.  He grabbed her huge tits in his palms from behind her. 
With a faint cry, my mother caught hold of his wrists and tried to push his
hands away, but he was too strong for her.  She kept on trying to stand up,
but he held her in place.  He dug his nose under her thick, straight hair
and started kissing her neck, at the same time he started kneading her huge
boobs very roughly.  Quite thrilled, I watched how his strong palms were
squeezing her round, melon-sized tits.  Her sari had slid down her
shoulders and I could see how, every time he squeezed, the tops of her
milk-white boobs swelled out through the low neckline of her tight blouse
like balloons.  "Sar...let me go...please..." Tears welled up in her eyes
again.  They were struggling with each other now, their breathing heavy,
the cot creaking wildly.  "Ssshhh!  Calm down," he warned her.  "Your son
will wake up." "Please...sar..." As I said, Vasu was a really strong man.
He held her in place with his arms and kept on squeezing her tits.  She
fought like a bird in a cage for some time.  Then, probably from sheer
fatigue or from the realization that fighting was in vain , she stopped
struggling and sat with her hands clutching his wrists.  "Why don't you
stay still?" he asked her, clear irritation in his voice.  His question
seemed absurd, because she was already sitting still.  She did not say
anything, and once again silence descended into the room.  They sat on the
cot, he holding her body, his hands continuously kneading her huge boobs.
"I can understand," he whispered into her ear, "it has been a long time
since a man has come this close to you.  So you are afraid.  Don't be
afraid, please." He kissed the back of her sweat-stained neck.  She kept
quiet.  After some time, he said, "Let us lie down." This seemed to bring
her to life suddenly.  She started to stand up.  But he was too fast for
her.  He threw his arms around her.  "Please, sar," she begged, "let me
go..." She tried her best to free herself.  He lifted my mother up almost
bodily and dropped her down on the cot.  The old cot almost gave away. 
"Aiyo!" she cried out loudly.  Then, before she could get up, he pinned her
down by her shoulders and started to climb upon her.  As he did so his
mundu came off him and fell on the floor, so that when he was lying on top
of my mother he was stark naked.  His hands grabbed her wrists like
wrenches and spread her arms wide open.  "Aiyo!  Let me go!" she cried out
weakly.  After looking at her tear-stained face for a second, he quickly
started kissing her.  He kissed her all over her face, all wet, noisy
kisses that reflected the great lust he had been having for her.  She kept
throwing her head this way and that to avoid his greedy lips.  Now she was
really crying, her body rocking with each burst of emotion.  "Shut up!" he
commanded her.  He looked in my direction briefly, timidly.  Then, placing
the flat of his palms upon her ears to steady her head, he pressed his lips
upon hers with such force that she could not make any more crying noises.
She tried to push him off her, but he was a strong man.  For the next whole
minute or two he laid upon her like that, his lips glued to hers and she
trying weakly to make him get off her.  So as not to be suffocated, she was
breathing heavily and noisily through her nose.  They were both breathing
noisily.  The night was very calm and only the sound of their unsteady
breathing disturbed the heavy silence.  PART 5 For some time she had kept
making crying noises in her throat.  But now she stopped.  She was
constantly gazing at me through a corner of her eye.  Her cheeks were still
tear-stained, but the tears were quickly drying.  She had stopped
struggling now.  The two figures lying so lip-locked on the cot were not
moving at all.  Finally, Vasu lifted his head, ending the long kiss.  He
looked at her.  She looked at him and for a brief moment their eyes were
locked like their lips had been.  Next, he started kissing her face again.
One, two, three...the kisses fell.  They did not stop but kept falling. 
She kept throwing her head gently to this side and that, gently moaning
complainingly.  Oh, how he was kissing her face!  "Sar, enough..." she said
after some time.  "Hari might wake up any time." But he would not stop.  He
planted a noisy kiss on her lips and whispered, "Let us do it very
quietly." "We will do it tomorrow...please..." she whispered to him,
entreatingly, submissively, "after Hari has gone to school...I will come to
your room." "No," he breathed, "I want you now." "Aiyo, sar..." He went on
kissing her, kissing her, kissing her...  He gathered her soft, fat lower
lip between his teeth and pulled at it so hard that she shut her eyes
tightly and moaned in pain.  He caught hold of her shoulders and gently
sucked her delicious, sexy lower lip for a some time.  Then, he left her
lips and slowly slid down a little so that his face was over her bosom. 
"Aiyo!" she exclaimed and quickly crossed her arms over her over-sized
boobs.  He brushed away her arms impatiently and his eyes feasted on her
big, round tits packed tightly in her dirty, white blouse.  All that
scuffle had made her sweat heavily.  She was not wearing a bra under her
blouse and she was not in the habit of wearing one.  And since her blouse
was totally wet because of her sweat, it had now become almost completely
transparent and a lot of her skin could be seen through it.  Her dark
nipples were clearly visible even to me from where I lay.  The nipples were
erect and looked like they could pierce the thin material of her blouse. 
She tried to cover her tits once more but Vasu would not let her.  She once
again tried to tell him that it was enough for one night, but he had
suddenly grown deaf.  He gently poked his nose between her huge boobs.  The
neckline of her blouse was so low that it presented a generous view of the
deep, dark cleavage between her huge tits.  "Aiyo!  Sar...aiyo," she said
and looked at him as he dug his nose deeper and deeper, as if to fathom the
depth of her soft cleavage.  His palms cupped her lofty boobs from either
sides and fondled them lovingly.  His thumbs circled her jutting nipples.
"Aiyo, sar...," she exclaimed.  She looked in my direction a couple of
times.  Clearly, she was perturbed at the thought of her son waking up
suddenly and seeing them in this position.  I longed to assure her that her
son was not going to wake up tonight.  I watched as she tried in vain to
remove his hands from her tits, as she tried in vain to push him off her
body.  The old man was in a world of his own.  Oh my god!  Almost all of
his face had now disappeared between her enormous boobs and it looked like
her blouse would tear.  But moment later, Vasu resurfaced, his face red. 
He looked at the two tits in wonder again and kissed them lovingly.  Next,
his hands began to fumble with the hooks of her blouse.  My mother quickly
caught hold of his hands and gently shook her head from side to side,
looking at him beseechingly.  "Please," he said.  Still shaking her head,
she said, "No, sar...please...let us do it later..." "Just let me open your
blouse," he begged, "and then I will go." "Sar...Hari...Sar, let us go into
the kitchen." Vasu brushed away her hands very impatiently and undid the
first hook.  "Sar..." My mother understood that it was futile to stop Vasu.
And now she watched as he kept on undoing one hook after the other.  Her
blouse was very tight and her huge tits seemed only too eager to get out.
The thin material of her blouse was straining as each hook was undone. 
When there were a couple of more hooks left Vasu paused to run his palms in
wide circles over the exposed portions of her huge boobs.  Then he undid
one more hook.  He looked into her eyes.  She too looked at him.  And at
that time something like a cloud seemed to come over her eyes.  They became
so dark, as if she had just applied kanmashi on them.  He looked at her. 
Her enormous tits were almost free now; just one hook was holding
everything together.  Her nipples were still hidden.  The exposed portion
of her grand tits were sticking out of the now ridiculously low neckline of
her blouse like about-to-burst balloons.  He leaned over her and dug his
teeth on those balloons.  "Aiyo...sar..." she said, gently stroking her
fingers where he bit her.  He now decided to undo the last hook.  But the
last hook seemed to be stuck.  The old man's fingers fumbled with it for a
while.  Then he looked at her.  She glanced in my direction furtively. 
Then she gently brought her hands up and, lifting her head to have a closer
look, she undid the last hook.  Plop!  Oh me god!  Oh my god!  My mother's
huge, round tits!  Bare!  They were bigger than I had ever imagined.  Vasu
cradled them lovingly between his palms, as if they were some fat newborns.
Her two coconuts seemed to be greatly relieved to be out of that tight
blouse.  As he looked at them, at their sheer bulk, the old man's eyes
seemed to pop out of their sockets.  He was finding it hard to believe that
he was actually holding her lovely tits in his hands, and they were bare,
and he could do whatever he wanted to with them.  He was looking at them in
total disbelief.  His mouth was slightly open as he looked.  I saw him gulp
a couple of times.  "Aiyo, sar..." said my mother.  She covered her eyes
with a corner of her sari.  Because of their enormous size and their
weight, her surprisingly firm tits were tilted to the sides so that a lot
of their bulk rested upon her upper arms.  Her nipples made slanting angles
to her torso.  Still, even in a reclining position, her massive tits were
somewhat retaining their rotundity and firmness.  The old man gathered her
heavy tits together between his palms so that their tops rose up and the
nipples pointed straight up.  He was still pop-eyed.  He was finding it
hard to believe that he was actually holding her tits.  He just kept
looking at them in sheer disbelief.  After a while he lowered his head and
placed a kiss on each nipple.  My mother peeped at him from under her sari.
Next he started licking her nipples and they soon became so hard and erect
that they tickled his tongue.  I was myself taken aback when I saw how tall
her nipples had become as he licked her.  He took one standing nipple
between his teeth and threw back his head, lifting the nipple and a portion
of the boob with it up.  He did not let go until she had cried out in pain.
"Aiyo...sar..." she said, "what are you doing...?" The old man now ran a
trembling palm all over one tit, as if to get an idea about its actual
size, squeezing it a couple of times.  He caught her nipple between his
thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard.  He tugged at her nipple, so hard
that she had to catch hold of his arm.  "Sar..." she begged.  He smiled at
her.  He could not stop now.  He had just started to have fun.  He grabbed
her well-rounded boobs in his large palms and started squeezing them.  She
lay still with her face turned towards the window.  Occasionally an "Aiyo"
would escape her lips when he squeezed roughly.  He kept on exerting more
and more pressure, kneading her tits like dough.  He had lusted for her
tits for a long time and now he wanted to play with them to his heart's
content.  And he played with them like a possessed man.  Kneading them,
pinching them, biting them, even slapping them.  She kept on begging him to
stop.  But he paid no heed to her.  He now once again cradled her hulking,
well-rounded boobs between his palms and started shaking them from side to
side gently.  It was a wonder to see something so big shaking.  No, they
were not shaking.  They were just wobbling from side to side.  Her two tits
were sandwiched so tightly between his palms that they were raised up,
their crowns - the nipples - touching an unbelievable height.  And the way
he was holding and shaking them, it almost looked as if he was doing a
balancing act in a circus.  As he shook them, he watched her nipples draw
circles in the air.  He gently brought his head down and greedily caught
one nipple between his lips.  He started sucking the nipple.  And she
moaned, a sexy moan.  He sucked hard, taking control of both her nipples,
sucking them in turns, making her moan more and more.  In between, he
placed his face between her boobs and shook them, so that they slapped
against his chin.  He dug his teeth into her boob and bit her hard. 
"Aiyo...sar...!" Then, he continued sucking her rigid nipples, continuously
moving from nipple to nipple as he sucked.  And how she was moaning!  I
noticed that she would gather a portion of her fat lower lip between her
teeth and push it out gently as she moaned.  Vasu was having a good time.
He had dreamt of this moment so many times.  "Look, how they are shaking,"
he said to her as he shook her tits.  She uncovered her eyes briefly to
gaze at them.  "Aiyo, sar, what are you doing...?" she whispered in an
embarrassment-filled voice.  Pressing her tits together, Vasu brought her
nipples so close to each other that they touched.  Holding them thus, he
sucked both her nipples together for a while.  This was a sight to see. 
She peeped at him from under her sari.  Next, he once again started
kneading her huge tits, using all the strength that he had in his fingers.
"Aiyo, sar...melle..melle," she breathed.  "Slowly, sar...slowly." He did
not care if he was hurting her.  He kept on squeezing her abundant boobs,
as if wanted to make them rounder and softer.  Her tits were so big that it
was not possible to hold one tit in each palm.  But he was managing.  In
between, he was also shaking her tits, as if he enjoyed it more that
anything.  Finally, he left her tits and sat upon the cot.  She looked at
him from under her sari.  Once again, she crossed her forearms over her big
tits.  Vasu now concentrated on her pebble-smooth belly.  She had a large
belly, but it was very smooth, and it was milk-white.  He ran his palm
gently over her belly, looking at it as if in a dream.  He dug his middle
finger into her navel, tickling her.  She quickly turned on her side and
lay with her back to him.  The old man's eyes now rested on her arse.  He
wanted to touch it at once.  But he decided to wait.  He looked at her once
from head to heel.  He could not help but marvel at her sexy figure.  She
was a village woman and because of the manual work she did she had somewhat
broad shoulders In sharp contrast to her shoulders, her waist was narrow,
but not too narrow.  She was carrying a lot of fat there, but it was still
narrow, compared to her shoulders.  And her arse, it was her most
invaluable asset.  From her waist it was quite a steep climb to her hips.
As she lay there on her side, clutching her enormous tits, I could see her
sweat travelling from her hips to her narrow waist.  I noticed that Vasu's
eyes were glued to her large, well-rounded arse.  He looked at her back.  I
was thinking that it would be lovely to see her bare back.  And I found the
old man saying, "Take your blouse off." PART 6 She did not move.  Sweat
glistened on her sexy waist where the flesh had doubled up deliciously with
age.  He touched her waist.  He said again, "Sunandini, take off your
blouse.  I want to see your back completely bare." "Sar...not now
please...later," she begged without looking at him.  "Please..." he said.
"Just take off your blouse...I just want to see you..." She lay still for a
while.  Then she took in a deep breath and started peeling her blouse off
her.  It was not easy.  The blouse was too tight.  She had to sit up to do
it.  And I noticed that how, when she flourished her arms to take off her
blouse, her heavy tits swung like pendulums.  In her hurry, her blouse got
a little torn.  But she did not care.  She removed it quickly and dropped
it upon the floor.  Then she started to lie down again like before.  But he
caught hold of her shoulders and gently turned her towards him.  "Let me
look at you," he said.  She tried to free herself, but it was not to be. 
She gently crossed her forearms over her huge tits and kept her eyes
downcast.  He gently rubbed the smooth skin of her shoulders and looked at
her with overwhelming lust in his eyes.  His old-man eyes twinkled as he
studied her sexy face and full lips.  She sat still as he studied her,
totally avoiding his eyes, but all the time aware of his eagle-like gaze.
He examined her great boobs which she was trying her best to hide from him.
He looked at her balloon-like, pebble-smooth belly, which was big and
bulging because of the uncomfortable position in which she was sitting.  A
smile began to form on Vasu's lips.  "You know," he told her slowly, "you
are a real mohini.  Just looking at your face makes my cock restless." She
was visibly shocked by his remark, but she did not say anything.  Outside,
a night-bird shrieked and both of them looked towards the window.  Their
eyes met for a second.  He leaned over and kissed her lips.  "I love you,"
he said suddenly.  She looked at him for a moment, confused as to what to
make of his statement.  He kissed her again, this time the kiss ending in a
bite on her fat lower lip.  He did not let go her lip immediately, though
she tried to pull it away.  He gently gathered it between his lips and
sucked at it for some time.  "I love you," he breathed again.  A sudden
moan escaped my mother's lips.  It was barely an audible one, but it came,
and with my own surprised eyes I saw her shifting a little closer to him.
He sensed it and he too moved closer to her and started running his palms
all over her bare back.  He gave her one long and passionate kiss, almost
suffocating her with it.  She blushed so hard that her cheeks looked like
fresh tomatoes.  A moment later, he straightened.  He had a lot of work to
do.  He had done a lot of planning before coming here.  All day long,
today, he must have fantasised about this meeting with her.  "Stand on your
knees," he suddenly said to her.  He wanted to have a good view of those
huge, round tits with her body in an erect position.  She looked at him as
if she had just woken up from a dream.  And she looked at him so strangely
that he had to repeat his words.  She showed a lot of reluctance, but she
slowly raised herself on her knees, never once uncovering her bosom.  He
sat in front of her in a comfortable position with his legs folded.  For
the first time I saw my mother directly looking at his cock.  But she
looked only once, then she looked away.  With his erect cock standing like
the leaning tower of Pisa, Vasu placed his palms on her fat upper arms and
studied her.  "Bring your hands down," he said to her.  Her face became red
suddenly.  How could she?  Till yesterday she had looked at this man so
respectfully and reverently as he was a retired school-teacher who was kind
enough to occasionally help her son with his lessons, and, that too, free
of cost.  She had always been afraid of even talking with him.  She
respected him so much.  He was, in a way, a god to him.  It was because of
him that she and her son had survived their ordeal.  Never in her wildest
dreams she could bring herself even to think of doing something of this
nature with this old man.  And now...  She was clearly lost in thoughts
when he asked her again to uncover her tits.  She looked at him, her face
blank, and slowly shook her head.  But then, the next moment, she gently
lowered her arms.  She turned her head and looked away.  No, she won't look
at him again.  She won't be able to.  She shut her eyes.  She wished that
the earth would split and suck her in, like it did Sita.  God, when will
this night come to an end?  The old man looked at her round, oversized
tits. Now with her body in an upright position they hung in front of him,
two round coconuts, so big that they looked anything but wieldy.  They were
so surprisingly firm, and had big nipples which any man would love to hold
between his lips.  She was more than a feet away from his body, but her
boobs were so huge that her jutting nipples almost touched his face.  Their
enormity was more evident to me, as I was looking at her body from the
side. To me they seemed like two lofty, balloon-shaped towers standing
horizontally between her fat upper arms.  They were magnificent.  They were
big.  And looked really unwieldy.  Vasu kept admiring their sensual beauty
for a long time.  He studied the soft skin.  Not a single blemish on it. 
She was a healthy woman.  He studied how the dark circular areas around her
erect nipples glistened with sweat.  Her hardened nipples were now longer,
and looked so rigid that in her present position you could use them to hang
something.  He moved closer to her and placed his hands on her shoulders,
close to her neck.  He started sliding them down gently, very gently.  When
they reached her boobs, he started moving them in a circular fashion, each
hand minutely taking note of the amazing rotundity of her colossal boobs.
His thumbs played with her nipples for a moment, striking them like one
would strike the strings of a musical instrument.  Then he gently placed
his palms on either side of her tits, sandwiching them, and applied a
little pressure, making the great tits bulge out towards him.  Now he
started shaking them gently from side to side.  "Aiyo, sar..." she mouthed,
"what are you doing...?" She was not at all comfortable about her tits
being shook like this.  Now that her tits were in a suspended position,
they shook like anything.  Vasu first shook them very, very gently.  Then,
as his momentum grew, he started moving his hands a little animatedly,
tossing her tits this way and that.  She looked down at her tits as they
ran helter-skelter, like two little pigs playing.  "Madi...madi sar..." she
whispered.  She glanced at me once.  Maybe she was agitated by the thought
of how in the world she would explain to her son if he suddenly woke up and
saw this queer scene.  Vasu kept rocking her grand tits.  He paused and
looked at her, the thumbs of his hands playing with her rubbery nipples. 
"Did not your husband play with your boobs?" he asked, smiling.  She did
not reply.  He continued shaking her tits.  He now shook them up and down,
jerking them up only with his thumbs in the beginning, then using his palms
for the purpose.  He would toss her lovely coconuts so high that they would
bump against her chin.  Then they would come down and wobble from side to
side in their suspended position.  Next, he shook them in a manner which
made them bump against each other.  It made sound too, two melon-sized
boobs colliding against each other.  Thump, thump.  Now this was too much
for her.  She caught hold of his wrists and begged him to stop.  He did and
she, clutching her man-handled tits, quickly got down from her knees.  She
gently lay down again like before, with her back turned towards the old
man. He took in a deep breath, as if he was suddenly feeling tired.  He sat
and for a long time eyed at her bare back.  She looked very sexy from
behind.  Her back was covered with her sweat.  Beads of sweat rolled down
the skin of her waist.  She was nearing forty, but her body had retained
that hour-glass shape which she had in her younger days.  Her long,
straight hair had come undone, and now it lay scattered beside her head. 
Vasu touched and stroked her hair.  Maybe he loved her hair.  A couple of
strands over her ears had turned gray with age, otherwise her hair was
completely black.  The old man parted her hair from behind her neck and
bent down to kiss her there.  She moved when he kissed her, tickled.  He
kissed her bare shoulder.  And then her waist.  He gathered the flabby
flesh of her waist between his fingers and squeezed it so hard that she
clutched his hand.  The sheet of sweat on her bare back was making her look
sexier.  Sweat slowly trickled down the cleavage of flesh at her narrow
waist and down and across her back.  He sat back and watched her, slowly
stroking his cock with his hand.  She lay still the whole time.  Then I
realized quickly that she was looking at him through the corner of her eye.
Lie on your belly," he said to her now.  She waited a couple of seconds
just to show that she would not do it willingly.  Then she rolled over
gently and lay on her belly, pressing her heavy tits against the cot.  In
this position, her huge, but shapely arse stood out quite prominently.  You
could make out its round shape through her sari.  Vasu studied the
rotundity of her arse for a while.  Then he touched it with his fingers. 
It must have felt warm.  Her whole body went tense when he placed both his
palms upon her buttocks.  Gently he ran his trembling palms all over the
giant cheeks, in wide circular motions, taking into account their amazing
rotundity.  She raised her head a couple of times to let him know that she
did not like what he was doing.  He squeezed the big cheeks of her arse. 
He pressed the cheeks together, catching her sari in the crack.  He dug his
finger into the crack and she said "Aiyo".  He dug his fingers into her
sari, feeling the depth of her arse-hole.  As he kept exploring she brushed
his hand away.  Then Vasu slowly climbed upon his knees.  He touched her
arse and gently asked her to move to the center of the cot; she was lying
at present at the edge, with her right shoulder touching the wall.  She
shifted her position and looked at him through the corner of her eye.  He
planted his knees on either sides of her thighs.  Then, placing his palms
on either sides of her shoulders, he gently lowered his torso and started
kissing the soft skin of her shoulder-blades.  She lay still.  As he
lowered his body further, the tip of his cock came into contact with the
cleavage of her arse - through her sari, that is.  She visibly stiffened at
this.  He kept on kissing her.  And as he kissed her, he slowly let all of
his weight rest upon her.  He was on top of her now.  "Aiyo...sar..." she
said as he grabbed her smooth shoulders and kissed her hair.  He lay like
that on top of her, sniffing the smell of sweat on the back of her neck. 
He paused briefly and, clutching her shoulders tightly, he gently started
moving his pelvis up and down, in a manner which suggested that he was
fucking her arse-hole.  She did not object, but lay still.  But when his
movements became a little fast and he began to let his pelvis fall upon her
roughly, she turned her head to look at him.  The cot creaked wildly and
this seemed to disturb her very much.  "Aiyo, sar...what are you doing...?"
she said, her voice breaking with his pumping motions.  "Hari will wake
up...sar...please...aiyo." He never stopped.  Clutching her shoulders in a
vice-like grip, he went on "fucking" her arse through her sari.  His pelvis
fell on her like a rubber stamp on paper.  Bang, bang.  Thumo, thump. 
"Madi sar..." she begged.  He would not stop.  He was like a possessed man
now.  The cot creaked like a creature alive, frantically, rhythmically. 
"Stop, sar...please..." she begged.  "You are making too much noise...you
will wake up Hari." "Let him wake up..." gasped Vasu.  "Aiyo...he will see
us!" "Let him..." "What...  are you saying, sar!  He...  is just a kid." He
stopped moving and lay panting on top of her.  "He is not...  a kid
anymore, Sunandini," Vasu said to her.  "He has grown up." My mother did
not say anything.  "How old is he now?" he asked her.  "Thirteen."
"Thirteen is grown up.  You should stop treating him like a kid." And,
after a pause, he added, "He must know everything about sex now." My mother
did not comment.  Now Vasy had rested enough.  He slowly started "fucking"
her arse again.  This time she lay in silence.  She did not say anything
even when his movements suddenly became ridiculously fast, and the cot
creaked loudly, complainingly.  He moaned as if he was on the verge of an
ejaculation.  But he did not ejaculate.  He suddenly slowed down, his
breathing very heavy.  He was tired.  He had moved like a stallion.  After
some time, he stopped moving altogether and lay very still.  He was
catching his breath.  Then he slowly slid off her and sat upon the cot
beside her.  He kept on looking at her big, broad arse for a long time.  I
saw that her sari, now damp with sweat from both their bodies, clung to her
arse like a mud-pack.  It was lovely, her arse.  All of a sudden, he caught
hold of her sari at her ankles and started lifting it up.  She quickly sat
up and looked at him.  She shook her head, her disheveled hair brushing
against her cheeks.  "No...sar...I can't..." she said, her arms once again
enveloping her outsized tits.  He grabbed his cock in his hand and started
stroking it.  Perhaps he found the picture of her sitting on the cot with
her arms crossed over her enormous tits very sexy.  He kept looking at her
and masturbated.  She looked away, but she sat as she was.  She did not
move and turn her back to him.  "Move away your hands...," he whispered to
her urgently.  "Let me see your mulakal again." Maybe he was about to
ejaculate.  "Please...Sunandini...let me..." There was so much of lust in
his voice that it shook.  She sensed it and looked at him.  Then, to my
utter amazement, I saw the shadow of a smile playing on my mother's lips.
Is she smiling?  Or is it just a trick of the light and shadow.  The naked
bulb hanging from a wooden beam above threw down only a dim light.  Then,
still looking at the old man, she slowly lowered her arms from her tits. 
And she turned her torso towards him, pointing her rigid nipples in his
direction.  The old man was beside himself with excitement.  He started
stroking his cock very vigorously.  "Shake your tits," he told her, his
voice shaking, "shake your tits." Oh, he loved her tits!  She slowly
shifted her position and sat completely facing him, her knees pointing in
his direction.  The old man too moved and sat with his knees touching hers,
never stopping the movements of his hand stroking penis.  Then looking at
him, my mother raised her arms up to gather and tie her hair.  Oh, how her
massive tits rose and fell and wobbled with her actions.  It was divine to
watch.  Slowly placing her palms upon her knees, she started moving her
torso from side to side and thus making her heavy tits wobble gently.  She
looked down at how her tits were shaking and it suddenly made her laugh. 
She stopped, feeling very embarrassed.  "Ohhh...lovely!  Do it again,"
exclaimed Vasu.  She shook her head.  He cajoled her and she shook her tits
again.  "Your mulakal are wonderful!  Oh, so sexy..." His comments
encouraged her to shake her boobs more vigorously.  And she started jerking
her torso in a manner which literally threw her boobs from side to side. 
She glanced at her dancing tits and she watched the expression on his face.
And the old man worked his cock like a machine.  This went on for quite a
while.  Then Vasu suddenly stopped stroking his cock.  He looked a little
tired.  He was bathed in sweat.  "I need a glass of water," he told her. 
There was a jug of water on the table placed at the foot of her cot.  She
turned around and, raising herself upon her knees, she poured some water
into a glass from this jug and gave it to him.  As he drank, she once again
sat with her forearms crossed over her bosom, her head bowed.  She glanced
at me once.  Vasu drank slowly and emptied the glass-tumbler.  He returned
the tumbler to her and she placed it on the table.  "Have a drink," he told
her, "you must be thirsty, too." She shook her head.  She was looking at
his cock now.  He followed her gaze and found that his penis was suddenly
dwindling in size.  It was loosing its erection.  He lifted it with his
hand and looked at her.  He looked very despondent.  He eyed her blankly.
He gently stroked his cock, trying to revive its erection.  But his manhood
was deserting him completely.  It now looked like an over-ripe banana.  "I
am an old man," he said now and wiped the perspiration on his brow.  He sat
back and did not know what to do.  PART 7 Maybe a wave of sympathy
travelled through my mother.  She gently moved closer to him, removing her
arms from her tits.  She gave him a randy look and moved closer, still
closer to him, so close that one of her full tits touched his shoulder. 
The old man was taken aback by her action.  I was taken aback myself by her
conduct.  Next, I saw her pressing her cheek against the old man's hairy
chest.  She placed her palm on his shoulder and gently lifted her face up
to kiss his neck.  Vasu gasped.  She stroked the back of his head and his
ear.  She looked at him and smiled timidly.  Then she pressed her tender
lips against his.  All of a sudden, he threw his arms around her and drew
her all the more closer to him.  She in turn returned his embrace with a
sudden moan, flattening her plump boobs against his chest with such force
that his torso was thrown back.  And the two of them began to move closer
and closer to one another, as if they wanted to merge into each other. 
They were both moaning, the flat of their palms running up and down their
backs, speaking a strange language of lust.  Twice they kissed each other's
lips.  They were stroking each other so vigorously that I could hear the
sound of sweat-stained skin rubbing over sweat-stained skin.  And how my
mother was moaning!  In total abandon.  She had perhaps completely
forgotten that her own son was in the same room.  And it was not
surprising, seeing that it was such a long time since she had known a man.
And they made a very sexy picture.  The old man and my mother in each
other's arms, he fully naked and she topless.  Oh, how they were feeling
for each other's body, their closeness not seeming enough for them.  They
were breathing heavily, sexy moans escaping my mother's lips on and off. 
He was kissing her cheeks and she was receiving his kisses with lust
written all over her sexy face.  He gently placed a palm on her cheek and
prised open her mouth with his tongue.  He pushed his tongue deep into her
mouth and she took it all in, sucking his tongue.  She sucked greedily, her
own tongue playing with his all the time.  And, as she sucked, she held him
all the more tightly, jamming her huge tits against his chest, his hairy
chest.  She liked the hair on his chest and she was again and again
bringing her hand between their bodies to run her fingers through them.  I
watched as my mother now shoved her own tongue into his mouth and pushed
him so hard that he was forced to lie down on the cot.  She climbed upon
him like a tigress.  She placed her palms on both sides of his body and,
looking at him lustily, she rubbed her boobs all over his chest, sometimes
loosely, sometimes with pressure.  Vasu watched her as she massaged his
upper body with her great boobs.  Since now she was on her all fours, her
tits hung down and took on a balloon-like shape.  She moved her torso
forward and let her tits brush against his face.  He laughed lightly and
once again threw his arms around her.  Bringing her huge boobs to rest on
his chest, she caught hold of his head at both sides and started kissing
his lips.  He stuck out his tongue and she started sucking it once again
greedily.  They were now both totally drenched in sweat.  My mother's
voluptuous body glistened in the dim light of the bulb.  Vasu's hands
massaged her bare, sweaty back and she liked it.  His hands moved down and
squeezed her buttocks, and she liked it too.  I saw him pull her sari up
from her thighs and put his hand into it to feel her bare arse.  She
laughed lightly when he squeezed her bare arse.  "Sunandini..." he
whispered.  "Um..." "Show me your chandi.  Your bare buttocks."
"Aiyo...no..." "Please...I will die this moment if you don't show me..."
She laughed.  Then she whispered into his ear, "Sar, tonight I will show
you anything you want." He kissed her lips lovingly a couple of times. 
Then he loosened his grip on her body and she understood that he wanted to
see her arse now.  She sat up slowly.  "Take off your sari," he told her.
She gave him a tangy look and smiled.  Their lovemaking had once again
loosened her hair.  She gathered and tied it in a bun behind her head. 
Vasu too sat up.  His cock was erect once again.  He now held it and showed
it to her proudly.  She looked at his cock now fixedly for some time.  It
was a big cock and she was clearly marvelled by its size.  Standing on her
knees, she started pulling at her sari gently.  She was in no hurry at all.
Nor was Vasu.  He sat calmly as she busied herself with the task of taking
off her sari.  Carefully, she unwound the sari from around her and dropped
it on the floor.  Next she undid the knot on the string of her petticoat.
She did not drop her petticoat immediately.  She gently raised herself on
her knees, her heavy tits swaying this way and that, and she looked at the
old man teasingly.  She smiled a gentle smile and studied the expression on
his face.  She watched him gulp.  He stroked his penis almost
absent-mindedly.  She was a big woman and, the manner in which she was
holding her petticoat, all of her big belly and some pubic hair showing,
her big boobs gently pendulating with her movements, she looked a very sexy
dish.  She started to turn around on her knees, the cot creaking, her tits
swinging wildly.  She positioned herself with her back to him.  Then she
turned her head to look at him.  He gulped again.  Now, pushing her
massive, but shapely arse towards him, she started lowering her petticoat.
Slowly.  No hurry at all.  I gulped myself when the top of her heavy,
well-rounded bottom came into view.  Down and down went her petticoat,
until her big, well-rounded and sexy arse was finally fully exposed for
Vasu and me to see.  Oh my god!  It was so large, and so round.  And, since
she was pushing her chandi towards him, so that the two cheeks were
slightly parted, I could make out her dark anus from where I lay.  Oh, she
was really a sex-goddess!  She eyed at him, smiling teasingly, and watched
the effect the sight of her bare arse was having on him.  Vasu had already
started stroking his big cock gently.  Now, the sight of her bare arse made
the movements of his stroking hand vigorous.  He studied her arse.  It was
big, and round.  It was wheat-complexioned, like the rest of her. 
Actually, it was fairer, and its large cheeks were the colour of apples,
and they looked very smooth and tender.  Never stopping the stroking of his
cock, he leaned over and gave her arse a quick pinch.  Where he pinched her
the skin turned red.  "Aaahhh..." she cried out and rubbed her arse with
her fingers where it hurt.  She looked at him.  "I have wanted to do it
ever since I put my eyes on you," he told her.  She smiled and looked at
him.  "Now you can do it whenever you want to," she said slowly, looking
straight into his eyes.  I was quite surprised at this remark from my
mother.  "Whenever I want?" "Yes...but only when nobody is watching," she
said shyly.  He smiled.  He liked the way now she was really co-operating
with him.  "Will you show me your bare arse whenever I ask you?" "Um."
"Sunandini," he said, "now onwards when you come to my room I want you to
pull your sari up to your waist.  I want you to wipe the floor with your
bare arse showing." "Aiyo, what if somebody suddenly comes into the room?"
"I will stand at the door and watch." She did not say anything, but the way
she lowered her head told him that she would do his bidding.  "Oh, your
chandi is so very big and round!" he said excitedly.  "I have always loved
your chandi.  When you worked in the kithen I would often stand behind you
to look at your big chandi." "I know, sar." "You know!" "I am a woman, sar.
Women know." He laughed.  "And all the time I was afraid that you might
notice me," he said.  "Shake your chandi a little," he said to her now. 
She gave him a spicy look.  Then she started swinging her big buttocks for
him to see.  She swung very gently, very gracefully, and it looked like a
part of a dance sequence.  My mother was actually a trained dancer.  And
until she got married when she was twenty-four, she used to teach
mohiniattam to young girls at her home.  She could not continue teaching
after she got married.  Work in the tea-shop took most of her time.  Here,
in this house, when Parvathiamma came to know about my mother's dancing
skills, she one day made her show her some of the steps.  My mother was not
ready to show, at first, and had to be cajoled a lot.  She did it a bit
clumsily; her body had changed a lot over the years.  She was feeling a lot
embarrassed, too, because Vasu was there, and I was there also.  Her navel
was showing occasionally as she exhibited various dancing postures. 
Mid-way through her performance, she laughed and rushed out of the room,
covering her face with her sari.  The old woman had commented that she was
shy like a teenage girl.  Now, Vasu kept watching the gently swaying of her
arse and was so thrilled that he was stroking his cock like a possessed
man. His whole body was stiff.  Maybe he was about ejaculate.  But he did
not want to ejaculate yet.  He suddenly stopped moving his hand and said,
"Show me your mohiniattam." She glanced at him and smiled teasingly. 
"Please..." "Later..." she whispered.  "I'll show you later." "Naked."
"Um." Vasu could not hold himself back any longer.  He lunged forward and
placed his eager hands upon her magnificent bottom.  He moved his palms in
wide circles all over it, feeling its warmth, its enormity, and its
rotundity.  His whole body was shaking now.  With a feverish movement, he
positioned himself close behind her and, pushing one cheek of her great
bottom to the side, he brought the tip of his cock in contact with her hot
anus.  "Aiyo, sar...what are you doing?" she said.  He had taken her
completely by surprise.  He was pushing her so hard that she was thrown
forward, and to regain her balance she caught hold of the table.  But she
did not move her arse away from his cock.  Clutching the edge of the table
tightly, she whispered, "Sar, idu venda...aiyo..." He had once again become
deaf to her protests, which had been gradually becoming weaker and weaker.
Standing on one knee, he twisted his wrist, moving his cock this way and
that in order to squeeze it into her arsehole.  But the wall of her anus
was not seeming to budge.  "Do you have oil here?" he asked now,
impatiently.  She looked at him questioningly for a while, but then she
understood.  There was a medium-sized bottle of coconut oil placed upon the
table.  She picked it up and handed it to him.  He unscrewed the cap of the
bottle and poured a large amount of the oil over his cock, spreading the
oil all over it with his free hand.  He returned the bottle to her.  Now he
moved a little closer to her started to poke his penis into her arse-hole
again.  This time he met with only little resistance.  The cock slid in
quite smoothly.  In, in it went.  He kept on pushing gently until it was
inside her to the hilt.  I watched her face.  Her eyes were shut and she
was wincing a little.  A slow moan escaped her lips.  His cock finally in
position, Vasu now stood behind her on both his knees and studied the
manner in which his cock was swallowed up by her anus.  She
said,"Sar...please...idu venda." He did not say anything.  He shut his
eyes. Maybe he was enjoying the warm, tickling sensation of the walls of
her anus tightening around his cock.  "Aiyo...what are we doing..." said my
mother as if to herself.  She stood with her torso leaning over the table.
And waited.  The old man got ready to fuck her.  He placed his palms on
both sides of her waist and started moving his pelvis back and forth.  Back
and forth, back and forth.  "Aiyo...uummm..." She tightened her grip on the
table and bit her lips.  Back and forth, back and forth.  The cot began to
creak.  Back and forth, back and forth.  Vasu moved slowly, but
rhythmically.  From where I lay I could see his oil-stained cock slipping
in and out of her anus.  His cock was probably a little more that six
inches long and with every thrust of his pelvis he was making it go all the
way in.  And everytime he thrust, his loose, heavy balls would slap noisily
against her thighs.  And a moan would escape her lips.  Fucking her, he
whispered into her ear, "Did not your husband do this kind of thing with
you?" She remained silent for a second.  Then she shook her head and said,
"No." "Why?  Did not he love your chandi?" She did not reply and he
understood that she did not want to talk about her dead husband.  He fell
silent and just continued to fuck her.  Five minutes passed.  All that time
my mother was somewhat passive partner in this business.  But now suddenly
she began to feel a strange pleasure in her arse-hole.  His big cock had
continuously pumped her arse-hole, and now all of a sudden she began to
enjoy the sensation of his great cock moving in and out of her hot hole.  I
saw that she was clutching the table tightly and she was biting her lower
lip.  She was now gently moving her arse back and forth, reciprocating his
movements.  Her eyes were shut.  When Vasu said something to her she did
not even hear, and he had to repeat himself.  "Are you enjoying it?" he
asked.  "Um" she said shyly.  A little later, he asked her, "Shall we do it
everyday?" "Um," she replied, reluctantly.  "When Hari has gone to school I
will come into the kitchen.  And we shall do it there." "Aiyo...during the
day time?" "Why not?" He placed his palms on her shoulders for support and
quickened his movements a little.  She moaned.  This went on for I don't
know how long.  "I am going to fuck you like this the whole night," he said
in between.  She moaned in return.  But after some time he suddenly slowed
down and came to a stop.  He was literally bathing in sweat.  He wiped his
brow with the back of his hand and announced, "I am tired." He carefully
disengaged his penis from her arse and fell down upon the cot.  She too
turned around and sat down beside him.  I saw her impulsively bring her
arms in front of her tits.  "Sar, do you want water?" she asked in a
concerned voice.  He nodded.  She poured him water from the jug on the
table.  He drank slowly and returned the tumbler to her.  She drank too,
for the night was hot, and she was thirsty.  She parted the curtains of the
small window behind them to let in some fresh air.  She picked up her sari
and fanned him with an end of it.  Outside, it was a full moon night.  I
could see the bright moon from my cot.  Somewhere far away a night-bird was
crying.  Once again, Vasu's cock was deserting him.  He held it and stroked
it gently, sadly.  She saw what he was doing.  She drew closer to him and,
looking into his eyes, she gently took his cock from him.  He looked at her
and she gave him a gentle smile.  He relaxed a bit.  He spread his thighs
and sat back, watching her do whatever she was doing with his cock.  She
held his penis with both her hands; his cock, even when not erect, was so
long that she had to use both her hands to cover it fully.  Then she
started stroking it, her hands moving in a manner which suggested that she
was pulling a thick rope, or, more clearly, as if she was milking him.  He
liked it and sat watching her do it for some time.  He extended his hands
and grabbed her bulky boobs.  He put his palms under them and lifted them
up, as if to weigh them.  He held them cradled between his palms and teased
the nipples with his thumb.  She had big nipples, which now became bigger
and erect.  It seemed to excite him to watch her nipples grow erect.  He
looked at her.  "Do you have clips here?" he asked her.  PART 8 She looked
at him incredulously.  "Clips?" she asked.  "Those which you use to fasten
clothes to the line for drying." "Yes," she said.  She lifted the curtain
of the window from below and there on the window-sill Vasu saw lying some
clips.  He picked up two.  She still watched him in confusion as he brought
one clip close to her nipple.  Then she knew what he had in mind.  Laughing
lightly, She bent her torso sideways to avoid him.  "Aiyo, sar...," she
said, "what are you doing?" "It won't hurt, Sunandini," the old man assured
her.  Without saying anything more, he caught hold of her shoulder firmly
and attached one clip to her nipple.  An 'Aiyo' escaped her parted lips. 
"Sar...," she said, "it hurts.  A little." She smiled at him and sat still,
watching, as he attached the other clip to her other nipple.  Then he sat
back and studied the result.  She felt a little embarrassed as she sat
there before him with the clips dangling from her nipples.  White clips on
pink nipples.  Somehow the clips on her nipples were bothering her, making
her feel ashamed.  Wearing them and sitting in front of him was making her
feel more than naked.  But the old man was very much enjoying the scene. 
So thrilled was he at the sight of those clips hanging from her nipples
that his cock was once again coming to life.  She noticed it.  She once
again took his cock in her hands and caressed it.  As she stroked him, she
would move both her hands from the hilt of his great cock to the tip, hilt
to tip, hilt to tip, gently, gently.  Her milking action was so sexy to
watch that I longed to make her do the same thing to my cock.  His cock, I
noticed, was not fully erect yet.  "Sunandini," said Vasu, "now show me the
dance." "Now?" she asked, a little shyly.  She was completely naked now and
he wanted her to do a little mohiniattam in front of him.  She looked down
at his cock.  Maybe, that would make it fully erect.  She left his penis
and got down on the floor.  I looked at her from under my forearm.  My god,
what a picture she made!  With not a string of clothing on her - just two
clips hanging from her nipples - she was standing in front of this old man,
and she was going to dance.  But she was shy, very shy.  She stood covering
her face for a moment.  Then, after looking at the old man for a second,
she started to dance.  She made some elaborate stances of mohiniattam with
her buttocks jutting behind her and her arms making some gentle gestures.
Her sexy tits jiggled wildly as she moved.  The clips swung freely.  When
she turned around, it was pure heaven to watch her lovely, round arse.  For
a woman of almost forty, she moved quite gracefully, seductively.  She
smiled at him invitingly and, turning her broad, well-rounded arse towards
him she gave her hips a few slow jerks.  "Aaahaa..." exclaimed Vasu,
tittilated.  He slowly moved and sat at the edge of the cot.  She smiled
and looked at him, thursting her arse into his face.  He caught hold of her
hips and dug his nose into her anus.  She laughed lightly, tickled.  She
quickly slid out of his grasp and, turning towards him, started shaking her
great boobs in a wild manner, at the same time, giving me a magnificient
view of her dancing chandi.  The view was so sexy that I longed to sit up
on my cot and push my finger into her arse-hole, that is, if it was all
right with her.  Through her dance she was playing the role of an angry
Yashoda who was scolding a very naughty boy Krishna who had just broken a
pot full of butter.  She was angry, and at the same time she loved to watch
the innocent manner in which the apple of her eye was trying to put all the
blame on his playmates.  The old man had watched her all the time,
mesmerised, even forgetting to stroke his cock.  But now her dancing had
crossed five minutes, and I noticed that the he was getting restless.  He
had never imagined that the woman when asked to dance would present an
elaborate demonstration of her long forgotten skills.  She was already out
of breath, but she was continuing to dance.  You could almost hear some
classical music in the background.  Finally, Vasu had to ask her to stop.
She stopped and looked at him, smiling and panting wildly.  It looked like
she was waiting for his comments in praise of her skills.  But they did not
come and she was disappointed a little.  She watched him get down on the
floor and stand close to her.  "Squat down," he told her.  His cock was in
his hand.  It was erect, but not completely yet.  She was breathing a
little heavily after her dance performance.  She squatted down slowly.  He
stepped forward and waved his cock in front of her eyes.  Her blood quickly
rushed to her face.  But she did not get up.  She realized what he had in
his mind.  She looked at his manhood.  "Will you give it a kiss?" he asked
her.  She looked at him and her face became even redder.  She shook her
head.  Somehow she was unable to smile anymore.  "Just a small peck on this
old banana," he said.  She looked at him.  She knew that now he was going
to beg her to do it.  Very reluctantly, she tilted back her head and placed
a small kiss on the tip of his cock.  She looked at him.  He was not
satisfied.  She gave him another.  Then she moved her head down and kissed
his balls.  He moaned and touched her shoulders.  This seemed to encourage
her.  She grabbed his cock and gently pushed back its foreskin, exposing
the shiny head, which she licked once with her tongue, gently,
self-consciously.  He cried out in pleasure.  She looked up at him to watch
the expression on his face.  Now she started licking him all over, wetting
his cock completely with her spit.  Vasu looked heavenwards and muttered
some vague things.  She licked greedily, her head bobbing up and down
gently with the movements of her tongue.  She stopped licking his cock and
looked up at him as she held it in her hand.  His cock was now hard like an
iron rod.  It was a long time since she had felt in her hand an erect cock,
or any manner of cock for that matter, and she felt thrilled.  She looked
at it and wondered about the power that was stored in it.  She could feel
it, as if it was an electric current running through a wire.  She looked
into his eyes as she started stroking his cock vigorously.  Then, holding
his manhood with both her hands, she parted her lips and slowly started
taking it into her mouth.  Vasu suddenly felt weak at his knees and he
clutched at her shoulders for support.  She could not take his cock in to
the hilt.  It was simply too large for that.  But she took in as much of it
that she comfortably could, then, tossing back her head, she slowly let it
slide out of her mouth, but not completely.  Throwing her head forward, she
once again let his cock glide into her mouth.  This process went on for a
while, her head bobbing up and down gently all the time.  Then the old man
decided to take it over from her.  He asked her to raise her arms.  He
caught hold of her wrists and lifted them up, making her hold her arms
straight up.  Clutching her wrists tightly for support and also for
controlling the position of her head, he started moving his pelvis back and
forth, back and forth.  She kept her head steady and let him gently fuck
her mouth.  Back and forth, back and forth.  He went on like this for I
don't how long.  It seemed like this night was never going to end.  "Ah!"
moaned the old man.  He was liking it, the sensation of her warm lips
around his cock.  He shut his eyes and concentrated on the tickling
sensation of her lips rubbing against his large cock and how, inside her
mouth, her restless tongue was continuously playing with his manhood.  The
whole universe must have gone blank for him.  The whole universe, except
for his cock and her mouth.  His cock and her mouth.  Oh, how he was
massaging his cock with her lips.  She too shut her eyes and let him fuck
her mouth.  Seeing that both of them had shut their eyes, I shifted my
forearm to the side to have a better view at the things.  My god!  What a
sight!  What a fuck!  It lasted a good five minutes.  Or more.  "Madi,
Sunandini," he said finally.  He gently withdrew his cock from her mouth.
He was tired.  He sat down on the cot.  She too stood up, her weighty tits
swinging, the clips attached to her nipples still intact.  He looked at her
tiredly.  He said slowly, "I want to see your chandi again." She looked at
him, that teasing smile returning to her lips.  She started to turn around.
"No," he told her, "come on the cot." So she climbed upon the cot.  "Stand
on all fours," Vasu instructed her .  She gave him a knowing look.  Then
she first turned her back to him.  Eying him with the corner of her eye,
she touched the clips and asked, "Shall I remove these?" "No, let them be."
Then, placing her ankles on both sides of the old man, she slowly raised
herself on all fours.  This brought her large, well-rounded chandi close to
his face, so close that he could probably feel its warmth on his cheeks. 
He placed his palms on her arse and looked at her.  Her big, pendulous tits
were hanging down and looked like balloons, the clips attached to the
nipples almost touching the cot.  "Fold your arms and lower your
shoulders," he instructed her.  "I want your arse up.  Just your arse." She
turned her head to glance at him once and smiled.  She gently lowered her
torso by shifting her weight to her elbows and rested her head upon her
forearms.  Now her arse stood higher than her shoulders, and the rest of
her.  Not content, Vasu asked her to lift her buttocks higher.  She did. 
"Higher," he said to her, "you can make it go still higher." My mother took
in a deep breath.  Then, straining as much as that she could, she lifted
her arse up and up, and still up, her supple backbone making a very steep
curve to her shoulders.  Now her chandi was really high up in the air, My
god!  It looked so very sexy, her jackfruit-sized arse standing so tall and
slowly swaying from side to side.  Vasu once again placed his palms upon
her arse and stroked it lovingly.  Then suddenly he slapped one of the
cheeks so hard that she cried out.  He liked it.  He slapped her arse
again. And again.  Noisily.  She lifted her head and looked at him.  She
gently warned him that he was making a lot of noise.  She glanced in my
direction.  She asked him to slap lightly.  But Vasu would not listen.  He
kept on slapping her hard.  He would slap one cheek with one hand, and then
the other cheek with the other hand.  His arms moved in wide circles in the
air so that the slaps fell hard and noisily.  "Aiyo, sar," she said, "don't
make so much noise." He went on slapping her.  The enormous cheeks of her
arse grew red.  She grew quite.  She pressed her forehead against her arms,
her disheveled hair covering her face completely, and silently bore the
slapping.  But I had a feeling that she was actually enjoying it.  Every
time he slapped her, a moan would escape her, a moan that suggested more
pleasure than pain.  His deliveries were so hard now that once or twice she
lost her precarious balance and almost fell on the cot.  With every slap
her arse was thrown sideways.  It was so sexy to see her ample buttocks
thrown this way and that.  Finally, fearing that I would wake up anytime
now, she tilted her head to glance at him and said, "Aiyo, madi sar. 
Enough...you are hurting me." Vasu stopped.  He was perspiring heavily.  He
looked in my direction.  Then he grabbed her bottom at both sides and
gently wiped the sweat on his face upon the twin, well-rounded cheeks. 
Then he sat back and looked at her buttocks admiringly for some time.  He
caressed her arse with his fingers, tickling her.  She laughed and slowly
swayed her magnificent behind from side to side.  He was thrilled. 
"Suanandini, come to my room tomorrow, after the boy has gone to school,"
he said.  "I want to slap your arse like this with my chappal." "Aiyo...adu
venda, sar." "I won't hurt you...much." After that, he stood upon the cot.
He planted his feet on both sides of her.  Catching hold of his cock, he
slowly poked it into her arse-hole.  From where I lay I could clearly see
it disappearing into her anus.  When her anus had swallowed all of his
cock, he said, "How do you feel now?" "I feel like I will burst," she
replied.  "Did you like me cock?" "Yes...it is big." "You like big cocks?"
"Um." He started moving his pelvis now, fucking her.  He placed one hand on
the window sill for balance and, after taking a deep breath, he started
pumping her arse quite energetically, which seemed quite surprising for his
age.  The cot creaked complainingly, but the old man kept on moving, his
whole body bathed in sweat.  My god, how he was fucking her!  Vasu was a
real stallion.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.  The old man's luck.  His pelvis was
moving like a machine.  Up and down, up and down, his iron erection darting
in and out of her anus like a snake's toungue.  After a while, he slowed
down and stopped suddenly.  He withdrew his cock.  My mother turned her
head to look at him.  "I need oil again," he told her.  She promptly handed
him the small bottle of coconut oil kept on the table.  He quickly applied
oil on his large, pulsating cock.  Then he parted one of the cheeks of her
arse and poured the oil into her anus.  He thumped the flat of his palm
upon her arse-hole a number of times to make the oil go deeper and deeper.
Then he returned the bottle to her and gently reattached his cock to her
arse-hole.  He tested the friction upon his cock by moving his pelvis
violently a couple of times.  Satisfied, he gave her big, sweat-stained
arse a couple of loud slaps and started fucking her again.  She moaned,
thrilled at his amazing strength and energy, and the enormous size of his
cock which was filling her arse-hole so completely.  Her face was hidden
from me by her upper arm and long hair, but I could see that she was
thrilled, from the way she was moaning and clutching at the bed-cover, from
the way she was stiffening her toes and leg muscles.  He was now fucking
her like a stallion.  The cot was creaking so wildly that it seemed like it
would give away anytime.  My mother was again and again gently telling him
to slow down and not to make so much noise.  Fuck, fuck went Vasu.  Creak,
creak went cot.  Now it had become quite a noisy affair.  "Sar, someone is
knocking at the door," whispered my mother suddenly.  PART 9 The old man
stopped moving.  Totally drenched in sweat, and very tired, he gazed
towards the door and listened.  For a moment I thought that it was all my
mother's imagination.  But then I heard it too.  A light rapping on the
door.  It was probably Parvathiamma.  Had she come to see about how things
were going?  Or had she come to tell her husband to return to his room,
that it was enough for one night?  His great cock still sticking out of her
arse-hole, my mother turned her head and looked at Vasu.  He slowly
disengaged himself from her and plopped down upon the cot.  He seemed to be
out of breath.  The knocking came again.  "Who is it?" the old man asked
tiredly.  "It is me," came the reply.  "Raghu..." Panic and guilt suddenly
filled my mother's face.  She got down from the cot and hurriedly picked up
her petticoat from the floor, her big tits dancing with her actions.  She
put it on, constantly eying towards the door, as if she feared that it
would burst open anytime.  She picked up her sari and started winding it
around her hips.  I had no idea that a woman could put on a sari so
quickly. All this time, the old man had not moved from his place.  He now
said,"Sunandini, you don't need to panic." "Sar, it is Raghu!" she
whispered to him, as if she thought that he had failed to hear what the
caller had spoken a moment ago.  "Yes, I know.  I had asked him to come."
She looked at him now, very much puzzled.  "Go and open the door," he told
her calmly.  She did not move and just stared at him.  He slowly put on his
mundu.  My mother stood totally dumbstruck as he went up to the door to
open it.  Her mind was clearly in a whirlwind.  And so was mine.  She
opened her mouth to speak to him, but the words did not come.  She wanted
to stop him, but she knew that she never would be able to.  She did not
know what to do.  She looked like she was cornered.  She had yet to put on
her blouse.  She quickly covered herself as best as she could with her
sari. She moved closer to my cot and stood with her back to the door.  She
was sweating heavily, and this time it was not from fucking.  My heart was
beating like a brass drum.  I was perplexed and I was thrilled by the
sudden turn of events.  Raghu stepped in undecidedly when the old man
opened the door.  "Why are you so late?" the latter asked.  Raghu just
mumbled something.  "I had asked you to be here at nine.  How did you get
in?" "I climbed over the wall." Vasu was not amused.  He did not like
people jumping over his compound wall at this time of the night.  But he
let it pass.  Raghu looked at my mother.  He and the old man exchanged
knowing glances.  A lusty smile began to form in the formers face.  "Speak
in low tones," warned the old man.  "We don't want to wake up the boy."
Raghu now looked at me.  But then his gaze again returned to my mother.  He
was looking at her in a very dirty manner.  I had never seen him eye her
like that.  Although, once or twice, I had caught him looking at her in an
odd manner when her back was turned.  He was about thirty-five and was a
giant of a man, his body dark as coal.  "Raghu, sit down," said Vasu, as if
he was playing the host.  Though he showed a little reluctance, Raghu sat
down.  Perhaps he was thinking that in this business he was an equal - or,
probably, more than equal - to his master.  He was wearing a shirt and a
lungi.  Maybe he was slightly drunk too.  The old man now turned to my
mother.  "Sunandini..." he called her name softly.  She stiffened, but did
not move from her place.  The old man winked at Raghu.  All of a sudden, my
mother whirled around and, partially covering her face with her sari,
started to rush out of the room.  "Raghu, stop her...!" Vasu cried out. 
Raghu jumped upon his feet and easily stopped her by throwing his big arms
around her waist.  She struggled with him.  The old man quickly slipped
past them and shut the door.  Then he turned around and stood watching the
tussle between my mother and Raqhu.  If Vasu was strong for her, Raghu was
even stronger.  Locked within his arms, she could barely move her body. 
She struggled weakly.  And all the time, she hardly opened her mouth.  I
noted that how, when she was in a similar situation with Vasu some moments
ago, she had cried and begged.  But now she made no sounds.  My heart
beating wildly, I watched Raghu lift my mother up bodily.  Then she must
have pushed with her legs, for he lost his balance and fell upon the cot,
and he over him.  But he never loosened his grip on her.  He quickly
regained his balance and came to a sitting position, and she found herself
seated on his lap.  She quickly tried to get up.  But that was impossible.
Raghu's was a vice-like grip.  She tried in vain to push his great arms off
her body.  The sari which she had so hurriedly wrapped around her shoulders
had come undone and both her lovely coconuts were now fully exposed.  Vasu
now came excitedly and sat down beside Raghu.  "Make her sit between us,"
the old man said.  Raghu obediently loosened his grip on her body lightly
and pushed her to the side, so that she sild and found herself sitting
sandwiched between the two men.  She tried to stand up again, but Raghu
quickly placed an arm over her shoulder.  She tried to gather her sari
around her, but she could not as she was sitting on it.  So she crossed her
forearms over her enormous, well-rounded tits and became still, realising
finally that fighting was futile.  There was no way out of this situation.
Was she crying again?  No, her eyes were dry.  But the expression on her
face told me that she was not liking it one bit.  There was a little anger
too in her eyes.  "Where were you running, Sunandini?" Vasu asked her,
pushing her hair off the side of her face - for her long, straight tresses
had come loose - and stroking her cheek with his fingers.  "We won't hurt
you, we promise" the old man assured her.  "What is this?" exclaimed Raghu,
laughing and pointing at the clip stuck to one nipple which he could see.
Though she was trying her best to cover her boobs, it was not possible to
completely hide anything so large with one's arms.  Vasu did not say
anything.  One of the clips had fallen off and it was lying on the floor.
The old man retrieved it.  He gently tugged at her hand to uncover her
bosom, but she would not budge.  "Sar, Hari will wake up..." my mother
spoke now for the fist time since Raghu made his entry, "...if he sees..."
Her voice was hushed, as if she did not want Raghu to hear her.  "He is
fast asleep, woman," said the old man.  "Besides, we will all be very
quiet. Won't we, Raghu?" Raghu nodded, gulping.  Yes, it was true that he
had lusted for this woman.  He called her "chechi", but when her back was
turned he would ogle at her body.  It was impossible not to ogle at her
body.  How could anyone ignore something so sensual?  Once when he went to
the well to wash his hands and feet after his work, he found her bathing.
She was just in her petticoat, worn around her bosom.  She was all wet.  He
remembered how her only piece of clothing stuck to her body and showed the
various curves.  She had seen him and he had quickly withdrawn.  I had
witnessed this little episode, because I was with him at that time.  I was
going to the well too, and I had been fairly embarrassed when we saw my
mother in that condition.  And now, Raghu was dying to see her uncover her
tits.  His wish was fulfilled a moment later when my mother much
reluctantly let the old man lower her forearm and show one bare tit.  Big
and round.  I was not seeing it for the first time tonight, but I again
marvelled at its rotund shape.  I don't know how her boobs had retained
their round shape, seeing that they were so big and she was a woman of
almost forty.  As both men eyed at her greedily, she turned her head and
looked away from Raghu.  Somehow, Raghu's presence was very much
embarrassing her.  Raghu watched in amazement as Vasu re-attached the clip
to her nipple.  She sucked in air through her teeth to show that it hurt
her.  Then the old man made my mother lower her other arm, too, so that now
both her oversized tits were uncovered for the men to feast their eyes
upon. They kept looking at her, as if they were looking at a great piece of
work.  I watched my mother shut her eyes tight.  She seemed like she was
wishing that she were somewhere else.  The old man looked at Raghu. 
"Raghu, " he said, "don't you want to touch her?" Raghu laughed as if he
was tickled.  He looked at Vasu, who nodded with a smile.  The young man
reluctantly placed his palm on her belly.  He liked her belly.  It often
showed through her sari when she was working.  My mother stiffened visible
at Raghu's touch.  A gasp escaped her lips.  His palm began to caress her
pebble-smooth belly.  I watched as blood rushed up to his face which was
filled with excitement and lust.  He moved his palm slowly, exploring the
lovely curves of her flank.  As for me, it was one big sexy sight, my
mother sitting sandwiched between the two men, her abnormally large boobs
hanging down, clips fitted to her jutting nipples.  "Sar..." breathed my
mother, "...it is very late now.  Let us do it tomorrow." Vasu just
laughed, as if she had cracked a joke.  "Please, sar, what will Hari think
if he sees...?" "Hari is fast asleep." "If he wakes up..." "If he wakes
up," said Vasu, "he can join us." Both the men laughed at this.  My heart
beat wildly when I heard this.  I shut my eyes and did not even breath.  I
opened them only when silence had prevailed in the room for about a minute.
I saw that Raghu's middle finger was moving in circles around my mother's
navel.  He now put his finger into her navel and continued to move it in a
circular motion.  Maybe she was tickled.  She pushed his hand away.  Vasu
touched her boobs.  They were so large that his big palm covered not even
half of one tit.  He removed one clip from a nipple.  He held the nipple
between his thumb and index finger and squeezed it so hard that an "Aiyo"
escaped her lips.  Then he bent his torso and took the nipple into his
lips. Thus holding the nipple, he let his tongue play with it for a while.
Then he started sucking it.  Raghu watched him in amusement.  He decided to
play with the tit on his side.  He removed the clip from the nipple.  He
did it roughly, yanking the clip off, so that she cried out in pain and
clutched at her tit with both her palms.  He tugged at her palms and slowly
uncovered his tit, that is, the one on his side.  He looked at it and
gulped.  He gently placed his palm on the tit and started squeezing it,
gently at first, and then a little roughly.  She tried weakly to push his
hand away, but he kept on squeezing her.  He drew closer to her and dug his
teeth on her bare shoulder, making her cry out in pain.  Where he bit her
he left the deep imprints of his teeth.  His passion was rising, and he bit
her again.  "Aiyo...!" she cried out and she jerked her shoulder away from
him.  She now looked at him for the first time.  She had an attractive,
sexy face, and Raghu looked at it as if mesmerised.  She watched the
expression in his eyes and it seemed to relax her a bit.  Maybe she had no
idea that he lusted for her body so much.  It was raw lust that she saw in
his eyes.  He did not give her time to read more.  He put his arm around
her shoulder from behind her and, drawing her to him, he planted a kiss on
her cheek.  She turned her face away from him, as if she was repulsed.  He
started kissing her ear, her neck...  Vasu now left her nipple and, seeing
her face turned toward him, glued his lips to hers.  She did not return his
kiss, but she did not move her face away either.  The old man kissed her on
the lips about twenty times, all wet, noisy kisses.  Raghu's hand now moved
on to the other tit, the one Vasu had been sucking at, as if to see if it
was any different from the tit that at present belonged to him.  Now he
started kneading both tits, one after the other, his strong palms squeezing
her rubbery flesh into all possible shapes.  He was hurting her and she
touched his hand to let him know that.  The old man was now kissing her
cheek, and chin...he was showering kisses all over her face.  Raghu joined
him.  And the two men started kissing my mother's sexy face almost as if
they were competing with each other.  She shut her eyes and sat still. 
There was nothing that she could do.  In between, both the men liked to
bite her fat lower lip.  And I watched as Raghu forced his tongue into her
mouth, making her suck it.  She sucked it slowly, reluctantly.  He threw
both his arms around her possessively and planted several noisy kisses on
her sexy lips.  Vasu paused to watch.  He leaned back a little so as to
have a better view of my mother and Raghu.  He liked the way he was kissing
her, planting each kiss with such force that he almost hurt her.  She kept
on trying to free herself from his grip, but his arms were very strong.  He
went on kissing her, all over her face, her neck, her shoulders...  he
spared nothing.  Then he pulled back his arms and looked at her colossal
tits.  He pressed his strong palms on the sides of the tits and tugged at
them so roughly that she winced.  She was forced to turn her torso
completely towards him.  He lifted her great boobs up and stuck one nipple
into his mouth.  She watched him suck it greedily.  Vasu now took hold of
her other tit, literally snatching it from Raghu.  He pulled at it, making
her turn her torso slightly towards him.  He started sucking the nipple. 
Both men were holding each tit of her with both their hands and pulling it
towards them, so that now her nipples were pointing in a sideways
direction. After sucking her tits to their hearts content, the men began
kissing her face again.  She had a sexy face, my mother did, and that is
why both men liked to kiss it so much.  They were kissing her and at the
same time their hands were working on her tits.  Vasu started shaking her
tits.  Raghu followed suit.  Of the two men, Raghu's passion was amazing.
His face was already very red, because all his blood seemed to be in his
face now.  He was kissing her like a maniac.  In between, he dug his teeth
into her fleshy cheek and bit her so hard that she cried out loudly. 
"Sshhh..." Vasu warned her, pointing his finger towards me.  Now, both the
men once again returned to her tits.  They got down on the floor and,
kneeling in front of her, started sucking her nipples again.  She glanced
down at them and shut her eyes.  They sucked noisily.  Raghu's right hand
gently stroked her flabby waist.  The old man would again and again stop
sucking for a few seconds and let his tongue play with her erect nipple,
his tongue moving so fast that it tickled her greatly.  As both of them
made loud sucking noises, they looked at each other and winked.  They were
sucking so hard that my mother seemed to gently lift her pelvis as she
moan. She touched the sides of her great boobs and shut her eyes. 
"Aaaaahhhhhhh...." she moaned, loud enough for the whole nieghbourhood to
hear.  She opened her eyes and looked heavenwards.  Even as I watched, she
gently lifted her heavy boobs up with her palms, to give the men a more
comfortable position to suck.  The men were quite thrilled by the way she
had suddenly started co-operating with them, and they sucked with greater
lust and vigour.  She was biting her lower lip, as if to muffle her moans,
but the moans would inadverntly come.  And the way she was biting her lip
was in itself very sexy.  She had done this when Vasu was playing with her,
too.  She would bite one side of her fat lower lip and then push it out
gently.  She sat there, her eyes shut, holding her oversized tits, regaling
at the pleasure the men were giving her by their sucking.  When she moaned,
her whole body would shiver.  "Ummmm...." she moaned and, throwing her head
back, thrust her great boobs towards the men.  The pleasure they were
giving her was too much for her and it was making her dizzy.  For a moment,
it seemed like she was going to fall off the cot.  She let go her tits and
clutched at the shoulders of the two men for support.  As she did so, her
heavy boobs were suspended and the nipples slithered out of the grip of the
two men.  The men bent their torso further down to take her nipples back
into their hungry mouths.  They continued sucking.  After sucking her
nipple for almost ten minutes, the old man stood up.  Raghu, finding it
improper to continue the task when his master had already finished, stood
up, too.  My mother opened her eyes and looked at the two men.  Vasu was
undoing his mundu.  He let it drop on the floor.  Stark naked now, he
grabbed his erect manhood and waved it in front of her face.  She looked
away.  She turned her face away from Raghu, as if she was still embarrassed
by his presence.  Taking his master's example, Raghu too took off all his
clothes, first his shirt and then his lungi.  Oh my god!  His cock was one
big organ, as big as a donkey's.  It was not fully erect yet, but it looked
immense.  As I said earlier, Raghu's body was very dark, and his cock and
buttocks were even darker, literally black in colour.  My mother did not
lift her eyes to look at his penis.  But I think she saw it through the
corner of her eyes.  Vasu stepped forward and slapped his cock upon her
cheek.  She tilted her torso backward and glanced at him.  He smiled at
her. She was unable to return his smile.  She quickly returned her gaze to
the floor, where she had been staring all the time.  Vasu now slapped her
cheek again with his large cock.  Raghu followed suit.  He hit her on the
other cheek with his heavy organ and I saw that her head was literally
thrown sideways by the impact.  She did not look at him.  She silently let
him hit her again.  And again, and again..  Thump, thump, thump...he hit
quite violently, jerking his hips sideways for maximum impact.  Vasu now
brought the tip of his cock in contact with her lips.  She moved her face
away from his cock.  He laughed.  "Why are you shying away now?" he asked
her.  "Come on, give us both a kiss." She shook her head.  "Then we will
continue to hit you," said Vasu.  He slapped her with his cock again. 
Raghu did the same.  "Come on, let us sit down," said Vasu after some time.
The two men sat down on either side of her.  They sat close to her, their
shoulders pressing against hers, their cocks standing up in the air.  Raghu
kissed the soft skin of her shoulder and looked at her.  She kept her eyes
fixed on the floor.  Vasu kissed her on the cheek.  "Isn't she a beautiful
woman?" he said.  The younger man nodded.  Together, the two men sat
admiring the beauty of her face for a while.  Then the old man said,
"Sunandini, take our cocks in your hand." Raghu laughed excitedly.  She sat
still.  She leaned forward slightly, clutching her huge tits in her fleshy
arms as if she was hiding some treasure.  Vasu suddenly grabbed her wrist
and pulled her hand down to his manhood.  She tried to jerk her hand away,
but he held it tightly.  Looking at this scene, Raghu too caught hold of
her hand and brought it down to his towering erection.  Now she struggled
with the two men, trying her best to pull her hands free from their grip.
But they were simply too strong for her.  The men used both their hands and
finally made my mother circle her fingers around their hardened cocks.  She
sat there, defeated and humiliated, her long, straight hair in a mess,
holding their manhoods in her hands.  When they slowly released her hands
she did not pull away her hands from their cocks.  Perhaps she understood
that there was no other way.  Suddenly I noticed that she was crying. 
Tears were trickling down her pebble-smooth cheeks.  And, as she cried, she
began to slowly stroke their cocks.  She did it clumsily, maybe because she
was doing it with both her hands.  She moved her hands slowly,
simultaneously, unwillingly.  Her tears trickled down and fell on her
fantastic boobs.  The men completely ignored her tears.  Perhaps, for them,
her crying only increased her sensuality.  They just watched her hands move
up and down gently.  She held their cocks just tight enough for their
foreskins to be pulled back and returned.  The shiny tips of their great
cocks appeared and disappeared under the dull glow of the overhanging naked
bulb.  Her tears kept rolling down, but she did no stop the movements of
her hands.  Now she made crying noises too.  She shut her eyes, squeezing
the tears out, which rolled down and kept wetting her enormous boobs.  I
noticed her tears trickle down her nipples, drop by drop.  Raghu pinched
her nipple, the pain making her suck air in through her teeth noisily. 
"Raghu," said the old man all of a sudden, "take that bottle of coconut oil
from that table.  Let her put some oil on our cocks." Raghu stretched his
arm and picked up the bottle.  He unscrewed its cap and positioned the
bottle above my mother's hand.  Reluctantly, she left his cock and upturned
her palm.  He carefully poured a large measure of oil into it.  She slowly
rubbed her palms together, spreading the coconut oil evenly on both
surfaces, and she gently started applying the oil all over both the men's
cocks.  They moaned with pleasure as her hands travelled up and down the
length of their manhood.  Then she resumed stroking.  Vasu now stretched
out his hand, making a cup of his palm.  He gently winked at the younger
man, who smiled knowingly and poured some coconut oil into the formers
hand. The old man slapped the oil on to my mother's tit and started
spreading it all over its smooth surface with circular movements of his
palm.  Immediately, Raghu followed suit.  He took some oil into his palm
and applied it on her tit.  Then he poured out some more oil and rubbed it
all over her bare back.  Vasu took some more oil from him and applied it on
her belly and again on her tit.  Raghu upturned the bottle, emptying almost
half of its content into his cupped palm.  After returning the bottle to
the table, he gently administered all that oil on both her jumbo boobs. 
Now both men worked on her heavy tits with their palms, rubbing her,
kneading her, running their palms in circles, running their palms
vertically, running their palms horizontally, squeezing her, and even
slapping her.  And when they were finished, the skin of her amazing,
well-rounded tits glistened as if it was polished.  The area around her
nipples seemed like mirrors and I am sure that you could see your faces in
them if you scrutinised closely.  Their hands did not stop at her tits. 
They continued to massage her back and waist and pebble-smooth belly.  And,
all this while, her hands kept stroking their cocks, slowly and steadily.
The younger man, placing his right hand on her back, started giving her
belly an elaborate massage with the flat of his other palm.  He loved her
belly.  She had a somewhat large belly, a portion of which was continuously
visible when she moved around the house with her work.  If the edge of her
sari shifted from its position just a little, her lovely navel would come
to view.  Whenever Raghu came to the house, he would simply long for a
glimpse of her navel.  Often, when he got the chance of stealing glances at
her sexy navel, she would catch him in the action.  The expression on her
face would tell him that she was aware of where he was looking.  His heart
would beat faster, as his eyes would search her face and eyes for some kind
response.  But she would always turn her eyes away, and she would gently
pull at her sari to cover her belly properly.  In his wild fantasies he
would imagine her to smile at him invitingly and let him ogle at her navel
all that he wanted to.  He now looked at his palm moving in all directions
over her beautiful belly, giving her a tight massage, and he smiled
greedily.  Looking straight into her eyes, he dug his middle finger into
her navel and let it stay there.  For the first time, he thought he caught
a flicker of the fire of passion burning in her heart.  But she looked away
quickly.  He rubbed his palms on her face, and he was so overcome with
passion that kissed her lips noisily.  He moaned and, suddenly, he climbed
upon his feet.  He grasped her hair from behind and pressed the tip of his
big cock to her lips.  He shoved hard, but she would not budge.  The next
moment, she gave Raghu a great push and jumped upon on her feet.  She
started to head for the door.  But Raghu caught her easily.  But, since
there was oil all over her torso, she slithered out of his grip and ran for
the door.  But the younger man lunged forward wildly and threw his arms
around her.  He lifted her up, her massive boobs heaving, and planted her
feet in front of the old man.  PART 10 Raghu grasped her arms and pinned
them to her back.  "Please...let me go..." she cried, trying to pull her
arms free.  She turned her head and glanced at me.  And for a while I
thought she was going to call out for my help.  "Not until we are
finished," said the old man.  With her arms twisted and held tightly behind
her, he watched her how her enormous boobs hung in front of her, swinging
from side to side with the movements of her body.  He slowly placed his
palms on her tits.  "What mulakal!" he said.  "how did you make them so
large, Sunandini?" "Somebody must be squeezing them every night," Raghu
said and laughed.  "Who plays with your mulakal, Sunandini?  Tell us."
"Hari does..." Raghu laughed again.  The old man laughed too.  "I don't
know," he said, "they sleep in the same room.  And she has not known a man
for a long time now." He kept on squeezing her tits.  Hard.  His strong
fingers moved like worms in a can.  "I am sure she makes the boy fuck her,"
said Raghu after some time.  "Does she?" Vasu pinched her nipples.  "This
boy has a dirty mind, sar.  He likes to talk with me about women." "Aha?"
The old man caught hold of her large tits from the sides and started
shaking them from side to side.  He said, "I have myself caught him peeping
at his mother while she is taking bath." "Is that so?  This boy is a real
mother-fucker." It was true.  I mean, what Vasu had said was true.  I had
developed the habit of peeping at my mother from the window of our room
whenever she was bathing or washing clothes at the well in the back-yard. I
would sit by the window, on her cot, with the pretext of reading a book. 
And I would lift a corner of the curtain and peep at her.  If she was
washing clothes she would be bent over a large stone used for beating the
wet cloth.  And I would ogle at the exposed cleavage of her huge boobs.  If
she was bathing, she would have her petticoat wound around her bosom, and a
large portion of her thighs would be bare.  One day Vasu suddenly barged
into our room and caught me red-handed.  He did not say anything, but I
understood that he was well-aware of what I had been doing.  "Tell us,
woman," the old man said, "do you make the boy fuck you at night?  Tell us.
We will not tell anybody.  Promise." Now, holding her arms with one hand,
Raghu used his other hand to tug at her sari.  Since she had not wound it
properly, it came off quite easily.  He dropped it on the floor.  Then he
carefully undid the knot on the string of her petticoat It went down like a
falling curtain.  And there stood my mother, with not a thread of clothing
on her, in the arms of Raghu.  Vasu bent his knees so that his face came in
level with her tits.  He now bit her nipple so hard that she cried out.  He
kept on playing with her tits for some time.  "Let us lift her up and put
her on the cot," he said a little later.  Raghu smiled.  Vasu bent down and
caught hold of her legs above her ankles.  Raghu put his arms under her
armpits and, together, the two men lifted my mother up.  She protested only
weakly, for she knew that her protests would fall deaf ears.  They lifted
her up, but they did not place her body on the cot immediately.  They
started swinging her body in the air.  She was a big woman, and she was
stark naked.  So it was a little queer to watch her being swung like that.
"Aiyo...please put me down..." she said.  The men laughed.  Next they
dropped her on to the cot, heavily.  The impact made her mammoth boobs jump
up and she almost fell down from the cot.  She would have fallen if she had
not caught the edge of the cot just in time.  The two men laughed and she
looked up at them helplessly.  Vasu noticed that how her enormous buttocks
were moving as she turned over to got up.  "Now," said he to Raghu, "I want
to show you something which I am sure you have never seen in your life."
"What is it, sar?" asked the younger fellow excitedly.  The old man
gestured him to be patient.  He said to my mother, "Stand on your all
fours. Show us your lovely chandi." Raghu laughed.  My mother looked at
Vasu.  "Sar, it is too late tonight," she said.  But even as she spoke, she
knew that it was futile to argue with him.  If she begged, her begging
would fall on deaf ears.  Nevertheless, she begged.  "Please..." "Do as I
tell you," Vasu told her sharply.  She did not look at Raghu.  She slowly
got on her knees and started to turn her body around.  "Turn your arse
towards this direction, towards us," the old man instructed her, gesturing
with his hands.  My mother lifted the pillow and placed it under the
window-sill, against the wall.  She knew exactly how Vasu wanted her to
position her lovely arse.  She placed her forearms on the pillow and,
resting her head on her forearms, she gently lifted up her well-rounded
arse.  Raghu laughed excitedly.  He fondled his big cock with his hand. 
"Do you like what you are seeing?" asked the old man.  Raghu nodded. 
"Don't you want to touch what you are seeing?" "Yes!" With a naughty laugh,
the younger man slowly placed his palms on my mother's enormous buttocks. I
noticed, to my surprise, that his fingers were trembling.  "They are warm,"
he commented.  Gently, he let the tip of his fingers run all over the great
expanse of her wheat-complexioned chandi, his touch feathery.  She was
tickled, but she remained still.  "Oh!" he exclaimed, as if it was all too
much for him finally, and he bent down and placed a kiss on her arse-hole.
Vasu gently pushed him a little to the side.  "Now watch this," he said. 
He stroked her jackfruit-sized arse lovingly for a brief moment.  Then,
lifting his hand, he placed a quick slap upon one of the great cheeks.  She
did not move or say anything.  "Ahhahaa!" Raghu laughed, clapping his
hands. The old man's arm came down like a whip.  Again and again.  He
started slapping her with both his hands, one hand after the other, one
cheek after the other.  Crack!  His slaps fell noisily.  Now my mother
tilted her head to look at him, to let his know that he was hurting her. 
But that was the whole idea.  Vasu moved a little aside.  "You too slap,"
he told Raghu, who joined him quite willingly.  So the two men stood on
either side of her huge buttocks and started slapping her.  Slap, slap. 
"Aiyo...madi...sar..." she begged after a while.  But the men would not
stop.  "Please..." Slap.  Slap.  The cheeks of her over-sized chandi grew
red.  Finally, Vasu stopped and said, "Pour some oil on her arse." The
younger man retrieved the bottle on the table.  Now it was only half full.
"Pour all of it on her big arse," Vasu told him.  "Put some of it into her
arse-hole.  I want to see you fuck her arse-hole." When he heard this,
Raghu's whole body trembled.  He laughed.  But my mother immediately sat
up. "No...sar...please...adu venda..." she begged.  "What is bothering you,
woman?" asked Vasu.  "He will fuck your arse-hole better than I did." She
did not say anything.  She was avoiding Raghu's gaze and her face was red
with embarrassment.  She gently crossed her forearms over her balloon-like
boobs and started to climb down from the cot.  "You won't let Raghu fuck
your arse-hole?" Vasu said.  She did not reply, but she slowly shook her
head.  She was standing on the floor now.  Her long, straight hair fell on
one side of her face and she looked very beautiful and sexy.  All of a
sudden, the old man slapped her on the face.  It was an explosive action
and she was completely taken by surprise.  The impact threw her body back
and she fell heavily upon the cot, her jumbo-sized tits jumping up and
down, like passengers in a bus that is crossing a sudden bump.  "Return to
your dog-like position immediately!" Vasu ordered her.  Tears welled up in
her eyes.  She was afraid that he would slap her again.  She sat up and
raised her arms in self-defense.  "Please..." she said weakly and, at the
same time, she slowly climbed upon her knees and started to turn around,
turning her wide buttocks towards them.  She wiped her tears with the back
of her hand and gently laid her forearms once again on the pillow.  Then,
pressing her face against the forearms, she slowly lifted up her jumbo
buttocks.  "That's a nice girl!" said Vasu.  The men were truly delighted.
They stepped back a little to have good view of her great asset.  "I have
never seen a lovelier chandi," remarked Raghu.  "So how many chandis have
your seen in your life?" asked the old man in a lighter mood.  "Many,"
replied the younger man, "but none as huge and shapely as this." "Go on,"
said Vasu now, "let your hands work on her chandi." Raghu had already
removed the cap of the bottle.  Now he stepped forward with a broad grin on
his face and, raising his hand, he slowly upturned the bottle above my
mother's huge buttocks, moving his hand in a circle as he did so, allowing
the coconut oil to fall all over her.  Then, quickly putting the empty
bottle on the table, he started spreading the oil all over the two massive
cheeks before the oil flowed down her fat thighs.  The part of her body she
was keeping raised swayed as he used a lot of pressure to rub the oil
evenly with his palms.  He moved his palms continuously in great circles on
both the cheeks, massaging her, making her arse warm.  She tried to remain
as still as possible, hiding her face in her forearms.  She kept quiet. 
Vasu now suddenly sat down on a corner of the cot and watched the whole
scene passively.  He kept stroking his erect cock slowly.  The younger man
kept moving his palms in circles on her arse.  I could hear the sound of
skin rubbing against skin as his hands moved.  In between, he would let his
hands glide down to the small of her back and her lovely waist.  Then,
grinning at the old man, he gave her arse a loud slap.  Her arse thrown to
one side, she almost losing her balance, and then it slowly returned to its
original position.  He slapped her again, this time with his other hand. 
Now her arse leaned towards the other side.  He went on slapping her in
this manner.  He had large hands and he was slapping her quite ruthlessly,
his hands flying in the air in wide circles.  Slap.  Slap.  Vasu kept
looking at her quickly reddening arse and at her face.  He could not see
her face, though, because she was keeping it pressed against her forearms.
She bore Raghu's slapping silently.  Now Raghu got ready to fuck her
arse-hole.  Moving close to her, he brought the tip of his large cock in
contact with the opening of her anus.  She stiffened, and for a second it
seemed like she wanted to protest.  But she remained silent, and still. 
Gently moving his cock to this side and that with his hand, he started
poking it into her anus.  He had applied some oil on his penis, too, but
his manhood was bigger than Vasu's.  So, he was having to push his way
through.  The head of his cock was now in.  Raghu now left his penis and
grabbed her hips with both his hands.  He pushed.  She suddenly sucked in
air through her teeth.  "Aiyo...Raghu..." she said.  He thrust his pelvis
forward, slowly but steadily, and did not stop until his large cock was not
inside her to the hilt.  "Ra..ghuuuu...aiyo...aaaahhhhhhhhh..." It was such
a sexy moan that both the men looked towards her face, though they could
not see it.  The younger man waited.  He was completely inside her now. 
And he was finding it hard to believe.  Oh, how much he had lusted for her
broad, well-rounded arse.  If ever her back was turned towards him, his
eyes would glue themselves on her arse.  It was big and its rotundity was
always visible through her sari.  And, when she moved, he could so clearly
make out the jiggling of each plump cheek.  Once, when he was picking up
chopped-up fire-wood in the backyard of the house and she was helping him
there, her arse had come so close to his face that he could feel its
warmth, and he had almost stretched out his hand and pinched it.  He had
actually moved his hand to do it, but then he had checked himself.  She had
been talking to him and had suddenly turned her eyes to look at him him and
had caught him staring at her lovely behind.  She had quickly straightened
and moved away.  Now, Raghu stroked her fleshy hips lovingly.  He shut his
eyes and for a while he concentrated on how the walls of her anus were
tightening around his hard cock.  Vasu was loving it all.  He was about to
witness a scene of arse-fucking.  His lovely sex-goddess was about to be
arse-fucked by a dirty, dark fellow.  As Raghu stood still, my mother
lifted her head and glanced at him through the corner of her eye.  She
could feel the power and hardness of his erect cock all the way up to her
throat.  The man saw her looking up at him.  He smiled.  He gently leaned
his torso forward and gathered her long, straight hair in his hands.  Then,
clutching the end of her beautiful locks with one hand, he placed his other
hand on her hip and started moving his pelvis.  My mother pressed her
forehead against her forearms; I could see her nose and her lips now from
where I lay.  As he started fucking her arse-hole, she gathered her lower
lip between her teeth and made short moaning sounds.  Raghu suddenly tugged
at her hair and she was forced to tilt her head back; her nose and her lips
disappeared from my view.  Raghu had started slowly, moving his pelvis
almost like a sloth.  But now his movements were catching speed and his
rhythm was getting steadier.  His large testicles were slapping against her
wet cunt, and I think that she was liking it.  He increased his speed.  She
began to moan louder.  She would moan every time his pelvis leapt towards
her and his balls went "thump" on her juicy cunt.  Vasu was not even
blinking.  He was slowly stroking his cock which was now erect like never
before.  He was again and looking at her face, which he could see now,
since Raghu was pulling her hair and she had to keep her head raised.  He
watched her clutch her pillow tightly, her eyes shut, her toes and lower
leg muscles stiffened, loud moans escaping her parted lips.  She was loving
it now.  He could tell by the manner in which she was moaning and biting
her fat lower lip.  Vasu sat and watched the fucking couple for about ten
minutes.  Then he got up.  "Raghu, can you climb upon the cot?" he asked.
Raghu stopped and looked at him as if he was waking from a dream.  "What,
sar?" he said.  He was totally drenched in sweat.  "Climb upon the cot,"
the old man said.  "I want to join you." Raghu started to disengage himself
from my mother.  "No, no," said Vasu, "don't take it out.  There must be
room in there for both of us." The younger man understood.  He grinned at
the old man.  I saw my mother looking at the two men through the corner of
her eye.  Raghu carefully lifted his leg and climbed upon the cot.  He kept
his knees bent, so as not to disturb the position of his pulsating cock. 
The window was directly above my mother's head.  He left her hair and
caught hold of the window-bars with both his hands for support.  Vasu now
positioned himself behind her.  He looked at her large anus into which
Raghu's great cock was disappearing.  Her arse-hole looked packed.  But he
believed that the elastic walls of her anus could accommodate one more
cock. If it was otherwise, they would see.  He held his erect penis and
rubbed its tip against the lovely cheeks of her huge buttocks.  He tickled
her cunt with it.  Her cunt was dripping wet and looked very hungry.  It
looked as if it was all ready to swallow his cock.  But, right now, the old
man was more interested in her arse-hole.  His cock found the lower portion
of the opening of her anus.  Maneuvering with his hand, he tested the
elasticity of the opening.  From where I lay, I could make out no opening
at all; it was already occupied by a large, black banana.  Vasu pushed and,
to my amazement, I saw a portion of the head of his erect penis disappear
into the tiny, dark space between Raghu's cock and my mother's anus' lower
wall.  "Aiyo!" said my mother, "idu venda...sar...aiyo..." The men paid no
attention to her.  For them, she was now just a hole.  Vasu pushed with his
hands and kept on finding room for his big cock. 
"Aiyoooooo...ohhhhhh...aiyo.......!." my mother groaned.  She wanted to get
up, but Raghu was directly above her now.  A lot of his weight was falling
on her body and it was keeping her pinned down.  Vasu went in further into
her and she gave out such a sharp cry that the old man had to slap her on
her arse to keep her quiet.  Now, almost half his cock was inside her anus.
Raghu bent down his head to see how things were moving.  Vasu left his
penis and started pushing with his pelvis.  And, with my mother producing
her longest moan till now, the old man shoved his cock all the way into her
already occupied anus.  All the way.  To the hilt.  Now her arse-hole was
going to be fucked by not one, but by two cocks, together.  She held her
pillow in a tight grip as Vasu took in a deep breath.  He was bathed in
sweat.  All three of them were wet with perspiration.  The night was very
silent.  What time was it?  I wondered.  Outside, a cool breeze was blowing
and some of it was coming in through the open window.  "Sar...idu venda..."
my mother begged.  "It hurts...aiyo...please...!" First, the old man
started to move.  He moved clumsily, because though he was moving his
pelvis, his cock was stuck and stationery.  Then, Raghu started moving. 
"Aaaaahhhh...stop it...please..idu venda...aiyo..." Vasu slapped her
buttocks.  "Shut up," he said.  "Do you want your son to wake up and see
you like this?" She bit her lips, muffling her moans.  The two men soon
built a rhythm.  Maybe, the walls of her arse-hole were now yielding and
the gang of cocks was finally finding space to move.  She, too, was now
realising that it was better to let the men have their way.  Her body was
visibly relaxing.  And, as she relaxed, the men found more and more room
for their business.  Above all, the coconut oil which the men had used so
liberally was now coming to good and proper use.  So, after a while, it was
all a very smooth affair.  I was enjoying it.  The men were loving it.  And
she was beginning to relish it too.  She had grown quiet.  Her moans, which
came occasionally, suggested only pleasure.  A deep pleasure.  Outside, the
night-bird gave a loud call and flew away.  It went on calling in the far
distance.  And then its voice faded away.