Amma’s Coconuts

This happened when I was around thirteen. Then I lived 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 neighbors. 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 heavy 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 was 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. 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 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 to talk 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 as he chopped wood. He addressed my mother as “chechi”, meaning, and elder sister.

Most of what my mother earned as salary 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 to the kitchen and struck up a conversation with my mother. At first I was not paying any attention to what she was talking. Then when I realized that she was discussing Vasu’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 said to me that he wished to see me 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 sadly commented now, 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 colors of life during his “best times”.

” What can I do?” she told my mother. “At my age I cannot satisfy his hunger. Moreover, he does no desire me at all. I feel sorry for him.”

Here she paused. Then she said to my mother, “But, Sunandini, you can help him.” There was another pause, during which I know that my mother must have looked at her in a puzzled manner.

Then she told my mother in very plain words that she could help the old man by having sex with him!

My heart was beating wildly when 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 realized quickly that the old woman was serious, and she grew silent.

“What do you say, Sunandini?” asked Parvathiamma 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.

“Think about it,” 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 angry. She reminded my mother of the many times that she had helped her. She called my mother a thankless woman and suddenly started to cry. She told my mother that she was ready to fall on her feet like a beggar.

“I can’t bear to see him suffer”, 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,” she told 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.”

“Then , this is how you show your gratitude?”

My mother began to cry. Maybe she was hurt when the old woman called her thankless.

“You will say yes to my request or not?” asked Parvathiamma, as if for the last time. 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?”

“Aiyo…tonight?”

“Yes. He cannot wait any longer.”

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 also used to watch a lot of adult movies in the local theatres. But none of us – at least, not me – had ever seen a blue film. It was my greatest desire to see a blue film. 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. 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 eying at her large breasts, her midriff, and 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 up straight. 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 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. Her sari had slid off her shoulder, revealing the tops of her heavy boobs seen through the low neckline of her blouse. 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.

The clock in the drawing room of the house struck ten. A moment later Vasu knocked at the door and called my mother’s name softly.

My mother sat up. She looked at me. I did not move a muscle. I was lying wide awake with one arm placed on my forehead. She could not see my eyes. But I was afraid that she might hear my rapid heartbeats. 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. 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 my 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 noticed that she was breathing very heavily, as if she had been 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, 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 mesmerized by the sensuality of her face. He looked at her quivering lips, her full cheeks, and her soft chin. He slowly looked down at her bosom where her sari had slid away slightly, showing the tops of her large tits. My mother very large tits. They were so large that she was literally embarrassed of them. She was in the habit of wearing her sari wrapped around her shoulders to hide their enormous size. They were so large that they would be the first things anybody – especially men – would notice about her. 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. 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 of this? Not a single soul.”

“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.”

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 few moments he would go away. 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 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 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.

Then the old man said, “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 at first, then 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 kissed it. “Aiyo!” she said. 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 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 she 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 his it was red hot. She tried her best to free her hand from his grip. Now he used both his hands and, after a short tug-of-war, he made 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. 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. 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 one 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 her hand holding his cock. She was holding it loosely, almost as if she was afraid of crumbling it if she held it tightly. 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.

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 gazing at it from the corner of her eye. This rubbing went on for almost ten minutes. Then, she suddenly 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, “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. With a 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 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 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 climbed upon her. As he did so his mundu came off him and fell on the floor and I saw him lying on top of my mother stark naked. His hands grabbed her wrists like wrenches and spread her arms wide open. Then, after looking at her tear-stained face for a second, he started kissing her. He kissed her all over her face, all wet, noisy kisses that reflected the great lust he was 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. He looked in my direction briefly. Then he pressed his lips upon hers so tightly that she could not make any more crying noises. For the next whole minute or two he laid upon her like that, his lips glued to hers and her wrists pinned hard against the cot so that she could not move at all. So as not to be suffocated, she was breathing heavily through her nose. They were both breathing heavily. The night was very calm and only the sound of their unsteady breathing disturbed the heavy silence. 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 stopped struggling. 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 and 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.”

“No,” he breathed, “I want you now.”

“Aiyo, sar…”

He gathered her fat lower lip between his teeth and pulled at it so hard that she shut her eyes tightly and moaned in pain. He left her hands which he had been holding tightly all this time and caught hold of her shoulders. He gently sucked her sexy lower lip for a few moments. Then, he left her lips and slowly slid down a little so that his face was upon 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 showed a lot of her skin. Her dark nipples were clearly visible even to me from where I lay. 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 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. His palms cupped her lofty boobs from either sides and fondled them lovingly.

“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.

A moment later, Vasu resurfaced, his face red. He looked at the two tits 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 told her, “and then I will go.”

“Sar…Hari…”

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 to be very impatient to get out. The thin material of her blouse was straining. When there were a couple of more hooks to be undone Vasu paused to run his palms in wide circles over the exposed portions of her 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.

The last hook seemed to be stuck. The old man’s fingers struggled with them 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 hook for him.

Oh me god! Oh my god! My mother’s huge tits! Bare!

They were bigger than I had ever imagined. Vasu cradled them lovingly between his palms. Her titties 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. He gulped a couple of times.

“Aiyo, sar…idu venda…” 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 much of their bulk rested on her upper arms. Her nipples made slanting angles to her torso. Still, even in a reclining position, her massive tits were retaining their rotundity and firmness. The old man gathered her heavy tits together between his palms so that they rose up and their 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. 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.

He took one standing nipple between his teeth and threw back his head, lifting the nipple and the boob with it up. He did not let go until she had cried out in pain a couple of times.

“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, hard. She lay still with her face turned towards the window. Occasionally an “Aiyo” would escape her lips when he squeezed too hard. He kept on exerting 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. Vasu 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. Her two tits were sandwiched so tightly between his palms that they were raised up, their crowns reaching 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 strange circles in the air. He gently brought his head down and 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 only briefly to gaze at them.

“Aiyo, sar, what are you doing…?” she whispered.

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.

“Take your blouse off,” he said.

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. 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. In her hurry, her blouse got torn. But she did not care. She removed it quickly and 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 avoided looking at him.

“Stand on your knees,” he told her. He wanted to have a good view of her tits with her body in an erect position.

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 hand down,” he said to her.

Her face became red suddenly. How could she? Till yesterday she had looked at this man like a retired school-teacher who was kind enough to occasionally help her son with his lessons, and, that too, free of cost. She had 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.

The old man looked at her round, oversized tits. Now with her body in an upright position they looked rounder, and so monumental. They were so surprisingly firm, and very, very round. She was more than a feet away from his body, but her boobs were so huge that her jutting nipples almost reached 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. Very unwieldy.

Vasu kept admiring their sensual beauty for a long time. He studied the soft skin. Not a single blemish on it. He studied how the dark circular areas around her erect nipples glistened. Her hardened nipples were now longer, so long that in her present position you could use them to hang something.

Then he placed his hands on her shoulders, close to her neck and 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. 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.

“Aiyo, sar…” she mouthed, ” what are you doing…?” Now that her tits were in a suspended position, they shook like anything. Vasu first shook them very gently. Then, as his momentum grew, he started moving his hands very animatedly, tossing her tits this way and that. Her elastic tits seemed to stretch as they shook.

“Madi…madi sar…” she whispered. She glanced at me once. May 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. Now he shook them in a manner which made them slap against each other. It made sound too, two melon-sized boobs colliding with 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 black. The old man parted her hair from behind her neck and bent down to kiss her there. She did not move when her kissed her. 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 waist and down and across her back

“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 and lay on her belly, pressing her heavy tits against the cot. Vasu studied 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 them in wide circular motions, taking into account their rotundity. She raised her head a couple of times to let him know that she did not like he was doing. Then, 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 let you…” 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 produced 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, “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 pointing towards her, 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 heaven to watch. Slowly placing her palms upon her knees, she started moving her torso from side to side and thus making her heavy tits shake gently.

“Ohhh…lovely!” exclaimed Vasu. This 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 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.

“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.

Maybe a wave of sympathy traveled 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 with her torso bare. 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 prized 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 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, 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 marveled 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, 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-colored, like the rest of her. Actually, it was fairer, and its cheeks were the color of apples.

Never stopping to the stroking of his cock, he leaned over and gave her arse a quick pinch.

“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. “Now you can do it whenever you want to,” she said slowly, looking straight into his eyes.

“Whenever I want?”

“Yes…but only when nobody is watching,” she said shyly.

“Shake your chandi a little.”

She gave him a spicy look. Then she started swinging her big buttocks for him to see. She swung gently, as if she was dancing.

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 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 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 arse. He placed his palms on both sides of her waist and started moving his pelvis 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 going 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 everything he thrust, his heavy balls would slap noisily against her arse. And a moan would escape her lips.

This went on for I don’t know how long, 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 plopped down upon the cot. She too sat down beside him and impulsively brought her arms in front of her tits.

“Sar, do you want water?” she asked.

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. She parted the curtains of the small window behind them to let in some fresh air. 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 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. Then 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.

She looked at him incredulously. “Clips?” she asked.

“Those which you use to attach clothes to the line.”

“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. 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 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 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 as she moved. The clips swung too. 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. The old man watched her all the time, mesmerized, even forgetting to stroke his cock. Finally, he asked her to stop. He too got down on the floor. “Squat down,” he told her. His cock was in his hand. It was erect, but not completely. 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 knew 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 kiss,” 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 gave a small peck on the tip of his cock. Then she gave another. Then she moved 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 with the movements of her tongue.

She stopped licking his cock and looked 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 surging through 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. But she took in as much of it that she comfortably could, then, throwing 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 caught hold of her wrists and lifted them up. Holding 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 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. 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.

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. Only 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. He stood upon the cot and, planting his feet on both sides of her, he caught hold of his cock and 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 started moving his pelvis, fucking her. He placed one hand on the window sill for balance and 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!

He stopped suddenly and 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 loud slap 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 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, some one is knocking at the door,” whispered my mother suddenly.

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? My mother looked at Vasu. He had already disengaged himself from her and had plopped down upon the cot. He seemed to be out of breath. The knocking came again.

“Who is it?” the old man asked.

“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. 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 had asked Raghu 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 like a statue 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 and was 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 to. 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 too 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. 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 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 now she found herself sitting sandwiched between the two men. She tried to stand up again, but Raghu quickly placed an arm over her shoulder. She crossed her forearms over her enormous, well-rounded tits and became still, realizing 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 all 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. “We won’t hurt you,” 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 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 marveled 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.”

The tip of Raghu’s middle finger was moving in circles around her navel. He 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 mesmerized. 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 neighborhood 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 vigor. She was biting her lower lip, as if to muffle her moans, but the moans would in adverntly 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 color. 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 manhood’s 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 traveled 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 scrutinized 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. 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 squeezed 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.

Raghu watched him and laughed. Holding her arms with one hand, he 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 al 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, and 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 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. 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 now?” 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 realizing 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 lavishly 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 loving 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.