Room Number 69

This real life experience happened to me three years ago. At that time I had just started working in a shoe-making factory in Tamilnadu, as an accountant. I was twenty-four, unmarried, and had no experience in matters of sex, whatsoever. I mean, I used to think about having sex and I used to masturbate. But I had never had any real experience with a woman. For one thing, I was shy. Another, I abhorred the very thought of having sex with a prostitute. But sexual desire in me was there in plenty. I was masturbating almost every night, and I was also wondering if that was affecting my health adversely. 

I was a friendly guy at my workplace. Everyone liked me because I had a good sense of humor. I was from Kerala and I was not able to speak Tamil well. But I was picking up fast. There was one other malayalee in our company, a boy of nineteen named Shiju. He ran errands and did odd jobs. He was of a poor background. He was not a talkative person. And, even though we belonged to the same state, we were not friends in the real sense. We knew each other, that’s all. From my side, I had never let him feel that I was keeping a distance from him because of our positions, me an accountant and him a mere labourer in the factory. The fact was that he was not friendly with anyone. He was an aloof sort of creature. 

When Onam came I asked permission from my boss to go to Kerala. He was reluctant at first, since it was a new factory and work was going on in full swing, but seeing that I was already home-sick from being away from my hometown for a long time, he granted me a leave of five days. So I got ready to go to Palakkad, the district to which I belonged. I was to leave by the six o’clock bus in the evening and catch the Trivandrum mail at Katpadi railway station in the middle of the night. While I was hurriedly doing the packing, Shiju came to my room. He too had asked for leave, but the boss had declined straight away. 

"What is the matter, Shiju?" I asked. "Want me to bring you something?" 

"No," he replied. But by the expression on his face I understood that he wanted something from me. It was usually money. He used to borrow small amounts from me when he had to urgently send money to his home. He said now, "Will you do me a favor, sar?" 

"Name it, Shiju," I said benevolently. 

"Sar, if I had got this leave for Onam I was planning to bring my mother here." 

"Your mother? Here? Why" 

"Family problems, sar. Ever since my sister has got married my poor mother is not getting any peace of mind at home. She is not at all treated nicely. Her daughter and son-in-law want to drive her out of the house." 

"Oh. But, Shiju, where will you keep her here? In your room? It is so small and you are sharing it with someone?" 

"That person is about to move. And I am sure that we will manage, sar." 

He waited a few seconds. Then he said, "If sar don’t mind, can my mother accompany you when you are coming back here? She is a village woman, sar, and has not seen much of the outside world." 

I thought about it. I had no problem with that. 

"Where will she board the train?" I asked. 

"At Palakkad Junction itself. I will convey the message to her through telephone that she is to meet you at the station." 

"All right, Shiju." 

So I went home for Onam and spent the festive occasion with my parents at their house. My elder sister and her family also came there. It was a nice experience. I forgot all about Shiju and his mother and remembered about them only when my leave was over and I was getting ready to go to Palakkad railway station. I wondered then how I was going to recognize Shiju’s amma. She should be about forty or forty-five, I thought. But how would I recognize her. Palakkad railway station is crowded most of the time. 

But still, I was able to locate Shiju’s amma without difficulty. Or, to be more exact, she spotted me. Her daughter and son-in-law had come with her to see her off. They had together reached the railway station early in the evening, after a long bus-ride of three hours from their village. 

She had seen me standing on the platform and had pointed me out to the son-in-law, who had then come up to me and asked me whether I was Anandan Menon of the Duro Shoe Factory. 

I asked Shiju’s mother (her name was Padma) how she was able to recognize me. 

"Shiju gave me a good description of you, sar?" She replied. 

I looked at her and my very first thought was that she did not at all look like Shiju. Shiju was dark and lean. She was a fair-complexioned woman and looked healthy. She seemed to be around thirty-five, but she could have been older. Her skin had a healthy shine to it and perhaps that was making her look younger. 

I gently asked her not to call me ‘sar’. 

"Call me Nandu, Amma," I told her. "Everyone at my home calls me Nandu." At which she smiled, a good-natured smile. But she did not stop calling me ‘sar’, which I found somewhat embarrassing. 

I noticed that all three of them were wearing sandalwood-paste marks on their forehead. 

"Oh, I see that you have been to the temple," I said. There was a small but famous temple close to the railway station. They all nodded with a smile. 

A moment later, the daughter and son-in-law left the place without even saying a proper goodbye. I guessed that they were too eager to get rid of Padma. I noticed that she was hurt by their conduct, and she did her best to hide it from me. 

We sat down on a bench and did not talk much. It started raining and the platform became a crowded place. Our train came at nine. We boarded it in the general compartment and, though it was packed, we were lucky to find a place to sit. She was reluctant to sit next to me at first and I had to ask her a couple of times to take her seat before it was occupied by someone else. She sat down and fell asleep very quickly, unknowingly resting her head on my shoulder. Maybe the bus journey in the evening had been very tiring. 

I was afraid of sleeping because we would reach Katpadi somewhere in the middle of the night or in the early morning. And I did not want to miss that. I had to positively reach my workplace the next day. So I tried my best to keep awake. But I dozed off after a while and woke up only when someone cried out that the train had reached Katpadi. I hurriedly woke up Shiju’s amma and we got down just in time. 

I looked at my watch. It was five o’clock in the morning. The train was a bit late. We started to go out of the station. I was hoping to find a taxi outside. Buses would not start running until it was eight. 

Imagine my dismay when I learnt from the station-master that there would be no taxi or buses plying that day because of a twenty-four hours Tamil Nadu bandh called by a political party in the wake of some communal riots in certain parts! 

"Tell me, is there no way we can find a taxi?" I asked him. 

"Not even if the gods ask," he replied with a smile. 

I thought about it. It was a four-hour bus journey from Katpadi to my place of work. So walking that long distance was simply out of question. 

"What shall we do, sar?" Shiju’s mother asked me gently in a concerned voice. 

"Don’t worry, amma. We will find a way." 

I asked the station-master if we could stay in the waiting-room of the station until the bandh was over. He told me that we could, but that it was not at all safe so he would not recommend it. Then I asked him if there was a lodge nearby. He said that there was one. But he was afraid that it would not contain any vacant rooms. The bandh had been a surprise for many people who had got down at that station. 

Anyway, I and Shiju’s mother went to this lodge, a dilapidated two-storey building and met the person who worked as the receptionist. And he said that there was just one room vacant, but it was too small for two people to stay. 

"There is no bigger room?" I asked. 

He shook his head. He said, "But you both will be able to adjust, since you are only mother and son. It is better for you to take it, sar, since it is the last. Today everything will be shutdown and no vehicles will run. It is better to stay indoors today." 

So I took it. He gave me the key and directed us to go up a narrow flight of stairs, to the very end of a dark corridor having a row of tiny rooms. Room No.69. 

Before we went to our room I used the telephone at the reception desk to call my boss and tell him about the situation. He was sympathetic and told me that he was aware of the bandh and since it was an unforeseen event he could extend my leave for one more day. 

The room was no bigger than a bathroom. Infact, it was so small that it could have been easily mistaken for a cupboard. Somehow a tiny bed had been squeezed into it. It had a small mirror on the wall and a tiny window with a single shutter. There was a dirty-looking wash-basin fitted under the mirror. I looked at the room and wondered how we were going to adjust there. Shiju’s mother read my thoughts and she suddenly said that she could stay out in the corridor since it would be difficult for both of us to adjust in that tiny room. In the corridor? I quickly smiled and said that there was no need of doing that, that it was alright, that somehow we should be able to manage. 

We put our things under the bed. The room did not obviously have an attached toilet or bathroom. We would have to use the combined toilets and bathrooms at the other end of the corridor. 

I undid the bolts of the small window and pushed the shutter open. Immediately, I closed it again because an unbearable stench entered the room through the window. 

"Ugh! It is so awful!" I exclaimed. I peeped out through the dusty glass of the window and saw that the area below, which was actually the backyard of the lodge, was being used as a garbage dumping ground. "The place is full of garbage. We cannot open this window. I'll report it to the receptionist." 

I looked at her. She looked very tired. 

"Amma, do you want to use the toilet?" I asked her. She shook her head. She looked nervous and worried, a rustic woman, getting a rough taste of the outside world. I put a hand on her shoulder and gently told her that there was no need to worry. She smiled briefly. I asked her to lie on the bed and rest while I went to the toilet to freshen up. She told me that it was okay, that she was not tired. But her face told me otherwise. 

"Amma," I told her, "I am like your son. I have a mother just like you at my home in Palakkad. So don't be shy before me, okay." 

She smiled and nodded. She seemed to relax a bit now. But she told me that she would not use the bed, that she would lie on the floor. 

"Why? No, amma," I said. "You lie on the bed. I will lie on the floor." 

When she heard this tears rose up in her eyes. She said, "You are a very good man, sar. I wish my son-in-law was like you. No, let me sleep on the floor. I am used to sleeping on the floor, son." 

I realized that it was futile to argue with her on this matter. "Okay," I said. "But use the bed now, since it is free at the moment." 

She nodded, but still looked reluctant. 

The receptionist appeared at the doorway and announced that if we required breakfast and lunch he could supply it from a nearby restaurant. The restaurant was shut, but its kitchen was open. So I ordered some idlis and dosas and tea. I also complained to him about the foul smell. He said that he would do something about it and left. I took out my toilet items and went out of the room. 

Just as I had expected, the bathroom was no better. It looked like it had not been cleaned for a year. I took a bath and returned fifteen minutes later. 

I found that the door of our room was bolted from inside. I knocked lightly and she said from inside, "Just a moment, sar." 

When she opened the door a minute later I noticed that she had changed her clothes. She was now in a yellow sari with maroon border. The sari looked old and faded. She probably wore it at home. She was getting ready for her stay in the lodge. 

She told me that the food had come. I asked her then why she did not start eating and she said that she wanted to wait until I returned. After that she went to the bathroom for a quick freshening up and then we had our breakfast together, sitting on the small bed. 

She now started asking me questions about my family. She asked me whether I was married. I said no. She asked me about how Shiju was doing at the workplace. I answered all her questions gently. Evidently, she had grown to like me. But that was not a new thing. Everybody who got to know me liked me. From her words I came to know that Shiju had already told her many things about me and my work at the factory. 

Thus we sat talking until we had finished all the idlis and dosas. Then she got up to wash her hand. As she stepped towards the wash-basin, turning her back to me, I saw that a bit of her sari had got trapped in the crack of her bottom. Even as I watched she brought her hand behind her and gently smoothened the folds of her sari. Then she saw me looking at her through the corner of her eye and all my blood rushed to my face. To hide my embarrassment I started looking for my chappals under the bed. 

After washing her hands she gathered the used banana leaves (these were used instead of plates), rolled them into a ball and tossed it out of the window. 

After that we decided to sleep, since we were both tired. She took out an old bedcover from her bag and spread it on the floor. I shut and bolted the door. She laid down on the floor. I once again asked her to use the bed while I slept on the floor. She declined. 

I laid down on the bed. It was a small bed, but it had a thick and soft mattress on it. I looked at her. She was lying with her back to me. Above us, a small but noisy ceiling-fan was whirring away, providing some relief from the heat. It was only seven, but it was getting hot. 

"Tell me about your village," I said to her, hoping that she would turn around and then we would make conversation until we felt sleepy. She did not respond. She was already asleep. It was true that both of us had slept on and off on the train during the night. But I think that that had actually made us more tired. I yawned and closed my eyes. Soon, I too slept. 

I woke up suddenly at around eleven. The sun was high up in the sky and a bright light was coming into the room through the small window. Sunlight was falling directly on my face. The power supply had gone and the old, dirty-looking ceiling-fan had stopped working. The heat was intense. And why not? The only door and window of the room were shut. I was simply bathing in sweat. I started to turn over on my side, and then I froze when I looked at Shiju’s mother. 

She was asleep. I could hear her gentle snoring. She was still lying on her side with her back to me. Just like me, she perspiring heavily. 

The faded yellow sari she was wearing had become quite disorderly. I don’t know how, but her sari and her petticoat had moved a long way up from its position at her feet, and her legs were bare almost up to the thighs. It was probably the heat. In her sleep she must have kicked at her sari. 

I looked away the moment my eyes fell on her bare legs. But when I realized that she was fast asleep, I let my eyes slowly return and rest on them. And my heart began to beat wildly. 

I remembered how earlier when she had got up from the bed to go to wash-basin her sari had got caught in the crack of her ass. While she was washing her hands at the wash-basin she had stood still in a very self-conscious manner. She was probably thinking that I was looking at her. And I was! I remembered how I had nervously glanced at her ass several times. 

Shiju’s mother was a shapely woman. As I said, she was healthy looking and had an attractive face which men would not mind giving a second look. But the features that stood out prominently - quite prominently - on her person were her tits and ass. Her tits were big. Oversized, actually. But for a woman of forty they were quite firm and well rounded. And, her ass. A more shapely ass I had not set my eyes upon. It was big. Enormous, actually. But not at all misshapen. Far from that, the cheeks of her ass were firm and were the shapes of bubbles. I guess she had what you would call bubble-butts. Ever since I had met her my eyes had been inadvertently moving to her ass. I had watched, albeit unconsciously, how the cheeks of her great ass moved when she walked, one jerking up and the other down, and vice versa. And, at least once, I think she had caught me looking at what I had been looking at. I tell you, this woman was well stacked. 

And, now, I was finding myself quite unable to take my eyes off her bare legs. The way she was lying was making her large hip stand out quite prominently. I found myself slowly sidling to the edge of the bed to have a closer look. And my heart kept on beating like a bass drum in my chest. 

Her sari was half-way up her fat, round thighs. I saw that her thighs were sweaty. Sweat-beads were rolling down her soft skin and trickling down upon the bed-cover on which she was lying. 

Shiju’s mother wore her sari in an unusual manner. 

She wrapped the pallu around her torso like a shawl. I had been seeing that ever since I saw her yesterday. And she had a good reason for doing so. She had amazingly large tits. The first thing any man would notice about her would be her large tits. And she was in the habit of covering her torso completely with her sari in order to make their bulkiness less obvious to prying eyes. She was a big woman and this style lend her a little grace too when she walked. In sharp contrast, now her sari was not covering even an inch of her upper body. Heavy perspiration had made her white blouse totally wet. The skin of her back was showing through the thin material of it. And she was not wearing a bra. But that was hardly surprising, because village women were not in the habit of wearing one. Her back was towards me, and even from where I was lying, I could see a significant portion of one of her big, round tits. They must be heavy. She had put them on the floor, one tit positioned on top of the other. I could see that a lot of her top tit was popping out of the neckline of her blouse. 

Even as I watched, she moved her legs and torso and laid down in an almost face-down position. Her sari moved up a little more around her thighs. 

Oh, god! What am I looking at! She had large thighs which matched her bountiful ass. I looked at her bare waist. It was fairer than the rest of her and the ample flesh there was doubled up in a very sensuous manner. The folds of her flesh was making a lovely crevice there through which her sweat was trickling and rolling down her back. 

How would her bare ass look? I found myself wondering. Now I had a great longing to see her bare ass. 

My cock was already erect and I was feeling uncomfortable. I put my hand into my lungi and underwear and adjusted the position of my boy. And, instead of pulling my hand out, I kept it inside my underwear and began to slowly stroke my cock while keeping my eyes fixed on her sexy thighs. And I kept wondering how her enormous ass would look bare. 

After some time, the thought of her bare ass simply began to drive me crazy. My lust and excitement reached such a peak stage that I decided to push her sari up over her great ass with my own hand! 

What if she woke up? She would not. She was snoring steadily. She was deep asleep. I just had to see her bare ass! I knew that if I pushed her sari up just a little I would see her bare ass, because I was sure that she wore no panties. Village women did not wear one; moreover, it was not at all difficult to make out the shape of the cheeks of her ass through her sari when she walked. I had a very strong hunch that underneath her sari and her petticoat she had nothing else on. I would see, if I lifted her sari up. 

My heart beating wildly, I moved my unsteady hand down. I slowly put two fingers between her thighs and under her petticoat and sari. I did it extra carefully, so as not to touch her skin. I took a deep breath and looked at her. 

Her snoring had never stopped. Now I tugged at her petticoat and sari. 

What a disappointment! Her sari was stuck under her thighs. It could not be moved up even an inch. 

I tried again. This time with some force. But her sari would not budge. I realized that it was a futile exercise. Then my finger-tips brushed against her skin. 

And she moved! 

I withdrew my arm with the speed of lightening. 

She brought her hand to her ass and scratched the area I had accidentally touched. Her eyes were still shut. But she was waking up. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw me. 

"Aiyo!" she exclaimed and sat up. 

She saw that her thighs were bare, and quickly pulled down her sari to cover them. There was a look of panic in her eyes. She looked at me and she saw the same panic in my eyes. She also saw that I was glancing at her tits. Now in a seated position, her bosom was really marvelous to look at. She wore no bra. And the neckline of her blouse was so ridiculously low that her bulky boobs were all but hanging out through it. Because she was bra-less, and because of their sheer weight, her oversized tits hung loose, reaching almost upto her navel. But wherever they were, they were looking firm and round. She hurriedly caught the end of her sari and wrapped it around her shoulders. And she sat with her back against the wall.

I was filled with shame. I moved and laid facedown on the bed, digging my nose into the pillow. I just lay like that, wishing with all my heart that the world around me would disappear somehow. 

I don't know how long I lay on the bed like that. In between, I heard her undo the bolt of the door and step out of the room. Maybe, she went to the toilet. After some time, I fell asleep. 

I dreamt that I was travelling in a train, in a crowded general compartment. 

The heat was intense and everyone was sweating hard. I dreamt that I fell asleep and somebody stole my things. 

So when I heard Shiju's amma call my name I sat up with a start. 

"What..?" I exclaimed, my mind in a jumble. 

"This man is calling," she said, pointing at the receptionist standing at the door. 

"Sar, I've brought the lunch," he said. "Do you want supper too?" 

"Er...yes..." I said. 

I understood that he wanted money. I got up and handed him a fifty rupee note which I fished out of my purse. He took it and went away. 

Then, without even looking at Padma, I went to the toilet. 

When I returned, she had arranged the food on banana leaves. We sat down on the bed and ate in silence. I avoided her eyes. She, too, tried not to look at me. By now, the electricity was back, and the old fan over our heads was whirring away. 

"Will Shiju be worried?" she said after some time. 

It was then I realised that I had failed to tell my boss in the morning that Shiju's mother was with me and that he should convey this message to the boy. 

"It's all right," I said, "My boss will tell Shiju that we are in Katpadi." 

I mentally made a note to go down to the reception after having my lunch and call my boss. I would ask him to tell Shiju that there was nothing to worry. 

Or was there? 

I looked at her. Now that the ice was broken, I was getting the courage to look in her direction. She was looking down at her plate. For the first time I noticed that she had such sensual lips. Her eyes were downcast, but I think she saw, through the corner of her eye, that I was looking fixedly at her face. 

I looked away. I looked at her face a moment later and her eyes were still downcast. But she was aware that I was looking at her. I looked away again, suddenly loosing the courage to look at her or talk to her. 

I realized that some things had changed between us. She was looking more nervous. The casual manner in which she had talked with me while we were having breakfast in the morning could not be found now. And my mind was filled with guilt because of what I had done. I cursed myself again and again for my conduct. I looked at her and longed to tell her to forget all about the morning’s episode. 

I began to think about something to talk to her, to open up a conversation. I already knew that she was a widow. Shiju had told me that he had lost his father five years ago. But I noticed that she was wearing a bindi on her forehead. Widows did not wear bindis. For ornaments, she had on a set of tiny gold earrings, a thin gold chain and a nose-ring. The nose-ring gave a sensual look to her face. 

Had she married again? 

"Your husband...?" I asked slowly. 

She looked at me. There was something in her eyes which told me that I had touched a painful part of her life. "He took another woman some years ago," she told me a little awkwardly, a tinge of sadness evident in her voice. 

So Shiju had lied to me. I did not ask her more questions on this topic. 

Lunch over, she rolled up the leftovers and the used banana leaves in a sheet of old newspaper and tossed it out of the tiny window. The foul smell wafted in when the window was opened. She closed it again quickly. 

She stood washing her hands at the wash-basin and, in spite of the guilty feeling, I glanced at her ass. Oh, it was so shapely. So big and round. She wheeled around suddenly and caught me red-handed. I looked away in a hurry. I too got up and washed my hands. 

It was half past three in the afternoon now. 

"I'm going down to call my boss," I announced and went out of the room. 

I felt inept calling my boss again, and that too for the purpose of just conveying a message to a labourer in the factory. But it had to be done. Otherwise Shiju would fret. He deliberately kept himself away. What if he did not even know anything about the bandh. I dialed my boss’ number three times. But the call would not get through. Something was wrong with the phone lines. I suspected that it was because of the bandh. 

"I am unable to reach my boss right now," I told Padma when I came back to the room. "I’ll try again some time later." She looked at me and nodded. 

"The receptionist is saying that it is not safe to venture out of this building even now," I told her. 

"Oh." 

"What a day!" I said tiredly and sat down on the bed. 

"Tell me about your village," I said to her. There was nothing else to do other than make conversation. And I liked the idea of sitting and just looking at her face. I had left the door of the room ajar. She showed some reluctance to sit on the bed. She looked at me nervously. Probably she had lost her trust in me after the morning’s little incident. I longed to reassure her that I would never harm her. She moved around uneasily for a moment. But when I gestured her to sit down, she did, slowly. She did not sit properly. She just placed her bottom on the corner of the bed, keeping her feet on the floor. 

She started telling me about her village. The name of her village was Devakipuram. It was a small village with no schools, no hospitals, nothing. 

As she talked, I kept looking at the movements of her sexy lips. She had large, soft lips which moved in a refined manner when she talked. But I was sure that she was illiterate. 

I asked her if she had attended school, and she said that for five or six years. She used to go to a school in the adjoining village. But when her mother died she had to stop her education and do house-work. 

She went on talking and I kept on throwing glances at her nice lips. Soon, I was having a hard on. I imagined her lips kissing my cock, and then parting them to slowly take me in. She suddenly looked into my eyes and realised that I was not paying attention to what she was saying. I think she even got a whiff of what was going on in my mind. She turned her eyes away with a mildly hurt expression on her face. She became a little uneasy. But she kept on talking, telling me more about her life in her village, the people there, the business there. I realised that she was one talkative woman, so unlike Shiju. Shiju would have sat with me all this while and not a word would have escaped his lips. Instead, I would be having to do all the talking. Here Padma was doing all the talking. On the other hand, she could be talking so much in order to hide her nervousness. But she was a good talker. She liked to talk, especially about her village. That was apparent. 

And all I had to do here was listen. I was a good listener. Everyone told me so. 

The manner in which she was talking to me was making me feel like I had known her for many years. She was a village woman, untouched by any urban sophistication, whatsoever, and she was narrating to me the stories of her life and her village as if I was a long lost relative of her. Emboldened by this sudden intimacy on her part, I started gazing at her lips quite fixedly. She, on her part, was aware of what I was doing, but she was ignoring it completely now. 

She was nervous, I knew that. I could see that in the manner she was avoiding my eyes and talking very quickly. It was as if she was lost in her own world. From her lips I slowly shifted my gaze down to her melon-sized boobs. Initially, I just threw occasional glances at her jutting tits. But slowly, as the desire in me reached a boiling point, I got brave enough to keep my eyes glued to her beautiful bosom, even when she was looking straight at me. My heart was beating fast, though. She paused, unable to continue because I was looking so unashamedly at her boobs. Though she tried her best to hide her enormous tits with her sari, it was simply impossible to make something so big less evident in the eyes of an onlooker. 

I was not even turning my eyes away. And she was suddenly no longer able to ignore my conduct. She stopped talking. I looked into her eyes. She slowly turned around and sat with her back to me. 

"What happened?" I asked gently. She did not reply. I did not ask her again. It was a superfluous question. 

I looked at her. Despite the ceiling-fan working at top speed, she was sweating like anything. She wiped her face gently with her sari and sat still, looking down at the floor. It was an awkward moment. 

I don't know then what came over me. I moved closer to her and touched her shoulder. I even forgot that the door of our room was open and anyone passing in the corridor would see us. But our room was at the very end of the corridor. If anyone was coming, surely footsteps would be heard. 

"Sar, I am a poor woman," she whispered in a hurt voice. I saw that her whole body was shaking. I looked at her and noticed that tears had suddenly swelled up in her eyes. "You said that I was like your mother." 

These words from her fell on me like melted wax. I was suddenly filled with so much shame and embarrassment that I could not stay in that room with her any longer. I stood up and stepped out of the room. 

My mind in a turmoil, I climbed down the staircase and reached the reception area. 

"What happened?" asked the receptionist. "Are you not feeling well?" 

"No, I am fine." 

I asked him if it was safe now to venture out of the lodge. He said that he was not sure. Nevertheless, I went out of the lodge. The street outside wore a deserted look. But that could be more because of the afternoon heat than the bandh. I walked upto the railway station and sat on a bench on the platform. The railway station was empty. I just sat there and looked blankly into space. After some time, I laid down and shut my eyes. 

I returned to the lodge at about five o'clock. The receptionist was not in his seat. I waited for him for a while. When he came I used the telephone to call my boss. This time the call went through and I was able to talk to him. I talked with him for a while and requested to him to convey my message to Shiju. I gave him the telephone number of the lodge and hung up. Then I went upstairs. By then I had made up my mind to ask Padma to forgive me and to forget that such a shameful episode had ever happened between us. What I had done was unpardonable. I decided that I would tell her that I was out of my mind for a while, that I was young and unmarried and that I was a fool. 

When I reached our room I found the door shut. But it was not bolted. I called her name a couple of times. When no answer came, I pushed the door open gently. I found her lying on the floor, asleep. My blood rushed up to my face. 

Her sari was once again disorderly, just like in the morning. And, just like in the morning, the power supply had gone. The room was hot as an oven. She was lying on her back, with a hand resting on her large belly. Her sari did not cover her bosom. Her huge, towering boobs, packed tightly in her white blouse, were pointing directly towards the ceiling. Her blouse was now totally drenched. It was as if she had just taken a shower with it on. From where I stood, it looked like she was not wearing a blouse. The color of the skin of her boobs, the nipples… everything was visible to me. Her semi-naked tits were gently rising and falling with her breathing. Her palm was placed upon her navel. 

I gulped for the umpteenth time that day. What should I do? Should I step out of the room and gently close that door and go out for a walk again? 

I looked at those towering tits. Oh, they were so much big and round! Just as I liked them. Just as I had always fantasized. 

Slowly, I closed the door and bolted it without making a sound. I looked at her. She had not moved from her place. Just like in the morning, she was deep asleep. I gently sat down upon the bed, all the while gazing at her enormous tits. I had to touch them. I just had to. Gone were the guilt and the shameful feelings from my head, for my mind was suddenly overpowered by some other more down-to-earth thoughts. I slowly kneeled down beside her on the floor. I had to touch those fantastic boobs. 

The next moment I put my hands on them. She opened her eyes with a start. 

"Aiyo!..sar!" She exclaimed. 

She looked at me with overwhelming fear in her eyes. 

I squeezed her tits. 

"Sar…"

She tried to push my hands away. But I was too strong for her. 

"Please…" I mumbled to her awkwardly. "Let me…do it…"

She tried to get up. I pinned her down with my elbow. I just went on kneading those huge, round boobs. Yes, they were firm and their skin was smooth.

"Sar…you said…I was like your mother…" she said, suddenly tears beginning to form in her eyes. 

"I…cannot help it…please…."

I tried to climbed upon her, never leaving my tight hold on her ample boobs. 

"Sar, let me go!" She cried. 

I looked at her face. The teardrops that were clinging to the corner of her beautiful eyes let go and rolled down. 

I put my legs on either sides of her and started to press my lips upon hers. Suddenly she put both her hands on my shoulders and pushed me with an amazing strength. 

"Sar!" 

She was a village woman, used to hard work; she was strong, and I was pushed back, away from her and I fell heavily on the floor, my head bumping against the edge of the bed. 

She got up quickly and came to me and put her hand at the back of my head, stroking it. 

"Oh…I’m sorry…I…" she said in a deeply concerned voice. 

My head surely hurt. But at that moment I was not concentrating on where my head hurt. I was concentrating on the view before my eyes. 

Her extraordinary boobs. Her old blouse with the ridiculously low neckline, either because it was stitched that way, or because it was worn out from use. The top portions of her huge boobs were billowing out through the neckline, the cleavage looking like it could swallow an elephant. The blouse clung to her as if it was a mud-pack. I looked at her jutting nipples seen through the thin material of her blouse. Altogether, it was a magnificent view. 

She kept on stroking my head and saying sorry. Suddenly she saw were I was looking. She hurriedly covered herself with her sari. 

"Are you hurt?" She asked me. 

"No." 

She looked at me with tearful eyes for a second or two. Then she slowly stood up. I too climbed upon my feet and sat on the bed. She looked at me and wiped the tears on her cheeks with her sari. I looked at her. I saw how her sari was clinging to her big belly and also giving a suggestion of her dark navel. Her sari was sticking to her blouse, too, needlessly giving me a very good idea of the marvelous rotundity of her big, heavy tits. She was so wet from her perspiration that it was almost as if she had just poured a bucketful of water over her head. My gaze must have disturbed her. 

She realized that her sari was not covering her body in the manner that she wanted to. So she gently turned her back to me and stood silently. 

I stroked my head and, feigning that I was feeling a little dizzy, I slowly moved and sat directly behind her. I wanted to be close to her glorious ass. She looked at me through the corner of her eye. 

I looked at her huge ass. Her sari was clinging to it and showing the rotund shape of its cheeks. She knew I would look at her ass and she was standing very self-consciously. "I called my boss," I said to her. "He said he would tell Shiju that everything was fine." 

She did not say anything. She just gazed at me through the corner of her eye. 

I got up and stood closer to her. She stiffened her body, almost as if she believed that I was going to pounce upon her. 

"I am a poor woman, sar…" she said gently, cowering slightly. "Please don’t harm me." 

"Amma," I said softly, "I won’t harm you…I promise…"

She turned her head and looked at me. Her cheeks were tear-stained and they glistened. 

"I thought you are a good man," she said suddenly, looking directly into my eyes. 

I looked away. I almost decided to stop this whole matter and go out of the room once again. But then I put a trembling hand on her shoulder. 

"I…I just cannot control myself," I whispered, my voice shaking. I must have sounded very desperate, for she stiffened yet again. She stiffened not because I touched her, but because of the sheer desperation in my voice. But she did not say anything. 

"Please…" I whispered, "let me…let me touch you…"

"Sar…!"

"Please…just once…please. I just want to hug you, that’s all." 

She shut her eyes tight. 

I very slowly encircled my arms around her. It was a most decisive moment. Any strong reaction from her would surely make me step away from her and I would lose my courage. She started to struggle a little like a fish out of water, trying to free herself. But she struggled weakly. The weakness was both physical and mental. Physical, because of the oppressive heat. We were both bathed in sweat. Mental, because she had never imagined when she met me yesterday that she would have to go through this kind of agony. She was hurt when her husband left her. Maybe she had loved him dearly. Maybe she still loved him and hoped that one day he would come back. She had given me a hint that theirs had been a love marriage. Her father had ill-treated her all along and she had found real solace in the arms of this man with whom she had eloped when she was hardly eighteen. 

She kept on struggling and I did not let her go. 

"Oh, please…just let me hug you for a while…please…" I whispered to her, my lips close to her ear. 

"But…Sar. This is not right." 

"I don’t care." 

"I am Shiju’s amma…?" she exclaimed. "And you said.." 

"Please…"

I moved closer to her, pressing my already hardened cock to the crack of her glorious ass. 

"Aiyo!" she exclaimed, "if… if someone saw us…"

"Nobody in this world will know." 

I tightened my grip on her body and she stood stiffly, but still. 

"Oh…god…" she said to herself. 

I moved yet closer to her and hugged her properly, pressing my arms against her belly, may hurting her a little. 

"Nobody will know," I whispered to her again and again as I started rubbing my lips against her ear. I planted a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck. I stroked her large belly with my exploring palms. I think she seemed to relax. 

I whispered into her ear, "Shall we lie down?" 

It was as if she had heard a gunshot. She immediately started struggling again and tried to free herself from my grip. But I held her in place easily, because she seemed to be melting. It was almost as if she was on the verge of fainting. 

"Aiyo…god this is not right…" she gasped, shaking her head and tears freely rolling down her cheeks. 

"Please," I said, "I just want hug you for a while...that’s all. I won’t tell any one about what took place in this room. Nobody will know. Come, let us lie down for a while." 

Without waiting to see whether she had acquiesced to my proposal or not, I removed my arms from around her and laid down on the bed, resting my head gently on the pillow. 

She remained standing like that for a long time. I kept looking at her. Then I touched her lightly on the arm. "Sar," she said without looking at me, "this is a sin." 

"I dont’ care." 

I held her hand and pulled her towards the bed. 

"Just for today," I told her, "forget that this is a sin. Just for today." 

I tugged at her arm again. With a jerk she withdrew her hand. I touched her ass.

"Please," I said. 

She wiped her face with her sari and said, "If somebody found out I won’t be able to live." 

"Nobody will find out…"

I caught hold of her hand. This time she did not pull it back. She slowly stepped back from where she was standing and sat down on the bed. My heart thumped wildly. 

She slowly turned her torso around, lifted up her leg and laid down beside me. She avoided my gaze. I noticed that there was a timid expression on her face. I put an arm around her and drew her body close to me, pressing her heavy tits against my bosom. I whispered into her ear, "Don't be afraid. Nobody in this world will know." 

I shifted and moved closer to her. She pressed her chin against my shoulder so that she would not have to look me in the eye, and lay still. Her body did not relax. I started running my palm gently all over here back, wetting my palm with her sweat. After some time, she slackened the hold on herself and relaxed a little. She did not touch me with her hands. She kept them between our bodies, as if in defense. 

I kissed her on the forehead. It felt very strange, kissing a woman of almost forty whom I had met only yesterday. But I had kissed her not out of love or lust. I was simply nervous, since this was my first time with a real woman. And, that too, such a woman. Although to me my kiss seemed like a nervous, impulsive action, it actually seemed to relax her. So I let my lips brush against her forehead again and again. I moved a little down so that my face came was in level with hers. I looked at her. She shut her eyes. 

"You are a beautiful woman," I said, studying her face. Yes, she had a beautiful face. And sensual too. The tiny ring on the left side of her nose heightened her sensuality greatly. That, and her full lips. She had round, healthy cheeks with the smooth skin of a sixteen year old. Her chin was lovely, too. Altogether, the features of her face created an aura of that was sultry. I could just look at her face and masturbate, and I be totally satisfied. Such was the sensuality of her face. 

She did not open her eyes. I kissed her lips once, hard and noisily. She opened her eyes briefly, just to glance at me, and then closed them again. I took her fat lower lip between my teeth and pulled at it so hard that she winced. 

Then, slowly, I made her move her arms away from her bosom. 

Her boobs. 

Words fail me when I try to describe the beauty of her boobs. Yes, they were big. They were oversized. But they were well-rounded and firm. Packed tightly in her old white blouse, their tops bulging out of a ridiculously low neckline. The neckline was so low that, had it been an inch more lower, her nipples would be exposed. But her nipples were, actually, all but exposed. I could see clearly where they were, could make out the circle of their areola. I dug my nose into the deep cleavage of her enormous boobs. 

"Aiyo…" she gasped.

I kissed her tits. I noticed that suddenly her nipples became hard and erect. Now they looked like they could pierce holes in the thin material of her blouse. It was amazing how they were jutting. She had large, strong nipples.

I placed both my palms on her heavy tits. I squeezed her tits, gently, simultaneously. She laid still, her eyes shut. She placed a hand on my wrist. But she did not try to push my hand away. I went on squeezing her, loving it, loving the rubbery sensation of those two good tits. 

I paused after a while and let my thumbs play with her erect nipples. Now they were so hard that they dug into the flesh of my thumbs. 

I gazed at her belly and I immediately wanted to touch it. She had a nice belly, a little large and extended, but having a smooth skin and a deep, dark navel. Although she took extra care in covering her whole torso with her sari, she wore her sari around her hips very low, probably because of her big belly. Once or twice, since I met her yesterday, I had got the opportunity of seeing her exposed navel when her sari shifted its position due to her carelessness, or when she raised her arms to do something. And, each time, she was at once aware that I was looking at her belly. It was beautiful. Soft and healthy looking skin, without any blemish. 

I moved a little more down to have a closer look at her lovely navel. She laid still. Now she was covering her eyes with her upper arm. Her breathing was unsteady. I could see that from the way her bosom was rising and falling. I placed my hand on her waist which was very narrow when compared to her widely set hips. She was lying on her side and I noticed how much her hip region was higher than the rest of her. After her waist, the outline of her body rose up steeply. It was so seductive to look at. I squeezed the soft flesh of her waist. Her flesh there was doubled up in a very delicious manner. I dug my nose into her navel and I kissed it softly. That tickled her, because she jerked her hip gently, as if to brush my lips off her. I extended my tongue and let it titillate her navel. Her body went stiff as she tried to control herself. I noticed how her toes began to dance, because the tickling sensation was almost unbearable. I dug my nose into her navel once again and breathed in deeply. I liked her smell. Then I returned to her marvelous boobs. 

I started undoing the hooks of her blouse. She quickly caught hold of my hands and looked at me, shaking her head gently. 

"If I don’t suck your nipples now I will die," I whispered to her. 

She looked at me, and then slowly released my arms. She shut her eyes again and dug her nose into the pillow. 

I undid the hooks one by one. Her tits seemed to grow in size as each hook was undone. When the last hook was removed from its place, her great boobs seemed to just roll out of her blouse. My god, they were big! I put my hands on them and pushed my face in between them. My thumbs kept stroking their tall nipples. I kissed her between her tits. Then I put a nipple into my mouth and sucked her. I kept playing with the other nipple, stroking it, pinching it, pulling at it. 

She laid perfectly still as I sucked her. She looked relaxed. 

When I had sucked her nipples to my heart’s content, I asked her to take her blouse off completely. She did it, slowly, reluctantly. She had to sit up to do it, because her blouse was tight; she had to literally peel it off her. I watched in delight how her bulky boobs wobbled slowly with the movements of her body. I too sat up and took off my shirt. Then I hugged her tightly, pressing my chest hard against her rotund titties. It felt good, hugging her big body like that. She too put her arms around me, but she did not hug me properly. 

I kissed her behind her ear and on the nape of her neck and ran my palms all over her bare, fleshy back. I moaned, because it was a lovely sensation. 

As my excitement reached a frenzy, I climbed over her body and started kissing her all over the face. Her huge boobs were pressed down hard by my bare chest. She was a big woman, almost as tall as me in height, and probably heavier than me in weight. I held her shoulders tightly for balance, because lying on top of her was like lying precariously on a couch. She sensed my uneasiness and she ran her arms around my body, holding me loosely. Lying thus on top of her, I looked at her and our eyes met. I thought about how I had met her just yesterday and how I had called her ‘amma’. 

I remembered the abashed manner in which she had showed reluctance to sit next to me on the train, and how awkward it had seemed when I tried to convince her that I could lie on the floor while she slept on the bed. She looked at my lips and then looked away, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. I quickly pressed my lips to hers, hard, and kissed her for a long time. I bit her lips and sucked at them as if they were full of nectar. She had lovely lips, full and wet. I took her fat lower lip between my teeth and pulled at it. Then I began to shower kisses all over her face. Wet, noisy kisses… she took my kisses silently and in a relaxed manner, turning her face in all directions, her eyes shut. 

A moment later, I slowly let my body slide down and I lay beside her, feeling a little spent, my arms still encircling her body. I had never kissed anybody like that. Once again I slowly stroked her bare back with my palms. Gently, I moved my hand down, to her amazing ass. 

And I whispered into her ear, "I want to see your chandi..." 

She visibly stiffened. 

"...your bare chandi." 

She slowly shook her head. But she did not try to get up, or push me away. She dug her chin on my shoulder with such force that it hurt. Her cheeks were red. 

"Please..." I begged. 

I sat up. 

"Lie facing down," I told her. 

"Sar...venda..." 

"Just once...just once..." 

I gripped her shoulder and slowly started to turn her body over. She resisted, but only for a moment. My heart almost leapt out of my mouth when she slowly turned over her body and laid face-down, and the twin mounds of her ass sat before me like sumptuous looking dishes which I could gobble up any minute. Even through her sari the round, firm shape of her ass was observable. My hands trembled as I gently placed my palms upon those huge, warm, bulging globes. She stiffened visibly and tightened her grip on the pillow. She tightened her ass muscles too, as if that would somehow make me withdraw my hands. On the contrary, it drew me further to her, because it made the rotundity of her magnificent ass more evident. I decided to see them bare. 

I caught hold of her sari at her feet and started lifting it up. She did not object at first. But when the sari reached up to her knees, she brought her hand around and held my wrist. 

"Venda, Sar...someone will come..." 

"The door is shut and bolted. Don't be afraid", I whispered to her.

I jerked her hand off me and her sari continued its journey up. When it reached her thighs she very reluctantly raised her pelvis, so that I could lift her sari further up. And up and up it went, until, finally, my eyes fell on her bare, really bare, really, really bare ass. Her chandi. Her glorious chandi. The culprit behind everything that was happening in this tiny room. 

Large and round. God, they were massive! Bubble butts. 

She was not wearing any underwear, just as I had presumed all along. She turned her face away from me and crossed her thighs slightly, as if she suddenly was having the urge to urinate. 

The sight of her bare ass had left me completely speechless. For a moment I just sat there and looked at the large twin mounds in total wonder. Then I slowly touched her ass with my fingers. An electric current seemed to have passed through her body. She stiffened her legs, as if she was tickled. 

"Aiyo, Sar...!" she breathed and caught hold of my hand. I jerked her hand off and started running my fingers all over her ass. She pressed her face against the pillow and laid still. I placed the flat of my palm on one of the globes and squeezed it gently. It was soft and rubbery. Its skin was smooth like that of a baby. I pinched her other cheek. A tight pinch, making her wince and suck in air noisily through clenched teeth. I drew closer to her. I placed the flat of my palms on her magnificent ass and started giving her a gentle massage, running my palms in wide circles. I brought my hands to her thighs also, but mainly I kept my hands on those smooth globes. She kept still, and even seemed to relax a little. 

I moved and, putting my knees on both sides of her, I sat on her legs. Then I continued to stroke her really enormous ass. I was seeing a woman’s ass bare, and that too, at such proximity, for the very first time. Till now, I had only fantasized about doing this kind of thing. Now I was Actually doing it. 

My hands just went on making circles on her big ass. I really liked the feel of the round mass of her enormous buttocks on my palms. And it was easy, running my hands in circles over something already so rotund and smooth. She did not move her body or say anything all that time. 

Then I gently spread the cheeks of her ass and looked at her asshole. I touched her asshole with the tip of a finger, making her stiffen her leg muscles again. 

Now I started to dig the finger into her asshole. An ‘Aiyo’ escaped her lips. But she laid still. The finger would not go in, because her hole was dry. I removed my finger and spat on her asshole. With the tip of the finger I spread the spit evenly on all sides of the hole. And then I inserted the finger again. This time there was only little resistance; my finger went in slowly, the inner sides of her ass-cheeks cleaving in a little as my finger entered her. Inside, her asshole was warm. I bent down to have a close look at how my finger was stuck in her asshole. Now, slowly, I started moving my hand up and down and watched my finger move in and out of her asshole. 

"Aiyo, Sar...what are you doing?" she said, her voice a little muffled because of the pillow. 

I simply could not believe what I was doing. Was it a dream? I wanted to pinch myself and see. I watched the single finger fuck her ass for a while. Then, I added one more finger to it so that now two fingers were sliding in and out of her asshole. 

"Sar..." 

I planted my elbow on the bed and, resting my chin on my hand, I sat in a comfortable position and watched my fingers appear and disappear. I noticed how, when I poked my fingers, how the inside of her ass-cheeks turned a little inwards and how they parted slightly when I lifted my hand. In and out, in and out. She laid still. 

After some time, when I increased the speed of the ups and downs a little, she said, "Sar, you are hurting me…"

Perhaps she needed some more lubrication in her asshole. I pulled my fingers out (they came out with a muffled plop!). I reached for my traveling-bag under the bed. I undid the zipper of its side-pocket and brought out a small bottle of coconut oil. She was watching me through the corner of her eye. I unfastened the cap of the bottle and poured the oil between the lovely mounds of her buttocks. 

Some oil flowed down to her back and some down to her cunt. But most of it stayed there, making a pool over her asshole. I closed the bottle and placed it on the bed. Then, once again settling down comfortable on her fleshy legs, I parted the big cheeks of her ass. The level of the oil immediately dipped, all of it descending into her warm asshole. Now when I inserted my finger, it went in like a knife through butter. Smooth and easy. I once again started the up and down movements of my hand, my fingers very easily moving in and out of her asshole. There was no resistance anywhere, whatsoever. The oil had done a good job. I resumed my comfortable position, with my chin resting on my free hand, and watched the fun. Up and down, up an down. "Is it okay now?" I asked her. She made no reply. 

Gradually, I increased the pace at which my hand was rising and falling. She kept silent. Probably, my fingers were not hurting her any more. Up and down, up and down went my fingers. 

Now, off and on, the oil in her asshole was making squelching noises as I moved my hand. 

"Are you all right?" I asked her. "Tell me if it hurts." 

She did not respond. 

Enough of finger-fucking, I thought. Now I wanted my boy to have a taste of her warm asshole. I withdrew my fingers. I raised myself on my knees and whisked off my lungi. I pulled down my underwear and took out my dick. I must mention here that I am one of those men who are born lucky. I had a cock which measured seven inches, when fully erect. 

She had not seen what I had just done, for she was keeping her face pressed against the pillow. I picked up the bottle and undid the lid. I poured oil all over her bountiful ass. 

I started giving her ass a good and proper massage, running my palms throughout its Length and breath. It was really a beautiful piece of ass. 

Then I planted an arm to her side and, grabbing my cock, brought its tip in contact with her asshole. She now realized what I was going to do. 

"Aiyo…sar…!" She gasped. But she did not try to resist me. 

I did not say anything. I positioned the fat head of my cock on her warm hole and, twisting my wrist, started poking it in. 

She tried to get up, but I was all over her. 

"Sar…idu venda. Not this…" she begged. 

I pushed with my pelvis and gently my hard dick started its journey down. 

"Aiyo…"

It went down, down, down. Now I did not have to hold and guide it with my hand. It had found room and it was just going down. I kept on pressing with pelvis and did not stop until I was inside her to the hilt. 

It was probably the first time she was having a cock in her asshole. 

"Does it hurt?" I asked, planting my hands on either sides of her fat upper arm. I was ready to fuck her asshole. 

"Um," she replied, wincing. 

"It’s all right. You will get used to it after a while." 

I got ready to fuck her. 

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. 

We looked at each other. 

"Who?" I asked. 

"It’s me, sar," came the receptionists reply. 

"I’m coming." 

I gently pulled out my cock and put on my lungi. She sat up and hurriedly adjusted her sari. She covered her torso with an end of her sari and climbed down from the bed. She went to the window and stood there. I got up and opened the door. It was the receptionist. He smiled at me and held out two packets. "Sar, your supper." 

"So soon?" 

"It is seven o'clock, sar. Why have you not switched on the light? Were you sleeping?" 

"Er…yes." 

He went away. I looked around. Yes, we were so engrossed in what we were doing that it had completely escaped us that it was getting dark. I put on the light and looked at her. She quickly turned around and stood with her back to me. She did not want to face me in the light of the bulb. I kept looking at her and once again marveled at the hour-glass figure of her body. 

I looked at my watch. Time had passed so quickly. It was really seven. 

I shut and bolted the door. I put out the light again. There was a street-lamp outside the window and a lot of its light was easily coming into the room through the dusty glass-panes of the window. So it was not completely dark inside the room even with the light out. 

I bent down and placed the food packets under the cot. 

Then I lunged towards her. She sensed me coming and her body stiffened. I put my hands under her armpits and grabbed her huge tits. She did not say anything. She tried to brush my hands off. Her sari slid off her shoulders and she made no attempt to retrieve it. I started squeezing her tits, those wonderful, balloon-like, huge tits. She stood still. The room was getting hot, with both of us sweating profusely. The ceiling-fan whirring over our heads was throwing down hot air. 

We were now standing in front of the mirror above the wash-basin and I could see what my hands were doing to her unwieldy boobs. Her eyes were downcast and there was not enough light to see exactly where she was looking. She stood still, holding the sides of the wash-basin for support, because I was falling upon her. I looked into the mirror and started kneading her boobs. I kept my erect cock pressed against the crack of her ass. She looked very sexy, especially in this dim light. And it was sexy, indeed, the manner in which she was silently allowing me to play with her really enormous boobs. As I said, her tits were heavy and they hung loosely and reached almost up to her belly. But they were round and squeezable. She had large nipples, hard and very erect. When you squeezed her tits they dug into your palms. 

After continuously squeezing her amazing tits for about ten minutes, I lifted them up on my palms as if to weigh them and gently bobbed them up and down. She glanced at the mirror and saw what I was doing and quickly looked down again. I was quite titillated by this and decided to play some more with her bulky boobs. Holding them tightly at their base so that the bulk of them hung loosely, I started jerking them up and down, making them dance. I watched in the mirror. She stood still, gazing at the wash-basin, and her rotund tits jumped up and down, up and down. Next I started shaking her heavy boobs from side to side. She touched my hand and tried weakly to loosen my hold on her. Next, up and down. Then, from side to side. I was now shaking her tits quite roughly. When I shook her tits her whole body jerked wildly. She was sweating. We were both sweating. But I was not going to stop yet. I don’t know about her, but I was enjoying it. 

This continued until I was physically tired. My wrists had started aching because of all that shaking. Moreover, her tits were heavy. I kissed her on her bare shoulder and stood with my arms encircling her waist. I looked at those oversized tits in the mirror. The light from the window was falling directly on them and was emphasizing their rotundity and bulkiness. The nipples glistened with her sweat. I took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and pulled at it, taking her nipples closer to the mirror. She did not complain immediately. But when I tugged at her nipples roughly, never letting them go even when I had pulled them to their limit of extension, she winced and caught hold of my hands. I still did not let go and kept pulling at her elastic nipples. 

"Aiyo…" she cried out. "Madi, sar…aiyo…"

I let go and her tits hung down loosely. She cupped the tops of her boobs tightly and gently massaged her nipples. 

I separated from her and sat upon the edge of the bed. She kept standing , holding her tits in her palms. I grabbed her upper arm and gently made her turn around and stand in front of me. In the dim light, I saw her giving me a curious look. I held her hips and drew her closer to me and dug my face between those huge boobs of her. I ran my palms on her lovely waist, feeling her soft flesh there. Next, I held her hands and made her lift her heavy tits up so that the nipples were in level with my face. She quickly understood that I wished to suck her lovely nipples again. And, as she stood in front me in that manner, balancing her rotund tits on her palms, offering them to me, actually, I placed my hands on her warm ass and started sucking her nipples, one after the other. I would suck one nipple for some time, noisily, and let it slither out of my mouth, noisily again, and move on to the other nipple, suck it for some time and return to the first one. She stood still and watched me silently. When I looked up at her she would turn her eyes away. I sucked quite noisily. And after some time she told me gently that I was making a lot of sound, that someone would hear. So I toned down my sucking noises. But I continued to suck her nipples for a long time. And she stood still all that while, holding her boobs. Now when I was finished with one nipple, she would turn her torso slightly and offer the other nipple quite acquiescently. I sucked and sucked to my heart’s desire. 

Now I said, "Turn around." 

She had now become more complying. She turned around and stood with her back to me. I think she already knew what I had in mind. 

I bent down and caught hold of the edge of her sari at her feet and started pulling it up. 

She quickly caught hold of my hands and whispered, "Sar, venda...madi. Enough." 

"Let me have a look again," I told her and lifted her sari up to her waist, exposing her magnificent ass once again. 

"Aiyo! Sar…" she whispered. I gently asked her to catch hold of the edge of her sari. She reluctantly obeyed. I caught hold of her waist and slowly turned her body around, so that her ass Now faced the window. I wanted some light to fall on those oversized, but shapely butts. 

Wow! What works of art they were! They shone with the light falling on them. The oil was giving them a finished, polished look. Looking at that ass nobody would believe that it belonged to a forty year old. 

I sat looking at them for a long, long time. She did not say or do anything other what I had told her to do, that is, hold on to the edge of her sari. She stood silently, with her head bowed, the light coming in through the window making a wonderful shadow and light effect with her ass, especially because of the oil I had so labouriously applied on them. 

I asked her to tuck her sari in at her waist so that her hands would be free. She obeyed. Then I asked her to place the flat of her palms on the wall. She did. I held her hips and pulled her away from the wall a little, so that she was made to stand with the torso leaning towards the wall and her great ass sticking out behind her. I asked her to stick her ass out some more. She was reluctant, but she did it, flexing her back so that her enormous ass rose a little and came almost in level with her shoulders. 

"Like this?" she asked me gently. 

"Yes," I said excitedly. 

Wow! What a picture she made. I was sitting directly behind her and now all I could mostly see before me was a pair of large, magnificently rotund balloons, swaying gently from side to side. In this position, the great cheeks of her ass were slightly parted and I could see the dark opening of her anus. 

I just had to slap that ass. 

I did not have to lean forward. I just raised my hand and slapped her, a loud, painful slap on her right cheek of her well-rounded ass. 

"Aiyo!" she cried out in pain. She brought her hand behind her and stroked the area where my slap stung her. Then she stood still again. She had no idea that I was going to slap her again. And again. And again. I slapped those bubble like cheeks by turn. First right, then left. Slap, slap. And as I slapped her, her ass jerked and swayed slowly from side to side. 

"Sar, somebody will hear!" she said after some time, with some panic in her voice. 

"Nobody will hear," I told her. "The walls are thick and this fan is making so much noise. Nobody will hear. Don’t worry, nobody will know." 

I got up and stood at her side and, placing my left hand on her shoulder for support, I started slapping her on the ass quite noisily. I loosened my wrist muscles, so that the slaps fell like whip cracks. Crack, crack. She said in between to stop it, but I paid no heed. Her ass must have turned red; I couldn’t see properly, for there was not enough light. 

Crack, crack. 

A few minutes later, I stopped and caressed her ass with my palm. The skin of her ass was like that of babies. So soft. 

Then I started slapping her again. 

"Aiyo, Sar, madi! Enough!" She whispered to me. 

I said nothing. I just went on slapping her. 

I continued to warm her wonderful ass in this manner for another five minutes. 

Finally, only due to sheer fatigue, I stopped. 

I sat down again behind her and, grasping her by the hips, started planting kisses all over the wide expanse of her lovely, oily ass. I kissed noisily. 

With my palms I cupped her great ass cheeks and parted them gently. Then I put my tongue out and slowly started licking her asshole. It smelled and tasted of coconut oil. 

"Aiyo, Sar...what are you doing...?" she whispered. "Oh...this is..." 

I paid no heed to her and went on licking. At the same time, I took my hand to her front and started stroking the hair on her pussy with my fingers. She had a lot of hair on her pussy. 

"Sar...venda..." 

She pushed my hand away from her cunt. I slapped her ass with my free hand, as if to reprimand her. 

She stood very still after that. It was not easy, her standing like that. There was a lot of strain on the arms and her back which she had to keep bent in order to push her ass up as much as she could. She was sweating like anything. 

I stood up beind her and whisked off my lungi. Underneath I had nothing else own. I stood thus stark naked behind her and decided to fuck her ass. When the tip of my already much agitated cock touched her ass-hole she understood what I was up to. Her body stiffened and she looked at me though the corner of her eye. I thought that she was going to object. But she said nothing. Only an almost inaudible 'Aiyo!' escaped her lips. I placed a hand on one of her enormous ass cheeks and with the other hand I started guiding my large cock into her ass hole. She was not receptive at first, keeping her ass muscles stiff. But her resistance was only for a moment. She genlty loosened her ass muscles and, since her asshole was still oily, my cock immediately started its journey in. Going in was not difficult at all. The oil did its work efficiently. Besides, she was constantly loosening the walls of her lovely anus and also gently pushing her ass backwards. So, soon I was completely inside her. I shut my eyes and for a while concentrated on the wonderful feeling of her ass musles tightening around my seven-inch cock. She stood perfectly. I should have known that she was waiting. I opened my eyes and found her gazing at me through the corner of her eye. 

"Are you comfortable?" I asked her. 

She did not reply and looked away from me. 

I decided to play with her a little. 

I said, "When I saw you yesterday, I never thought I would be standing behind you like this today." I laughed a little as if I had cracked a joke. But she made no comments. 

So without further premise of any kind, I decided to concentrate on the business at hand. I leanded back slightly to see how my big cock was disappearing into her anus. Then I placed my palms on both sides of her more than ample ass and started moving my pelvis back and forth. She stiffened her body when I started fucking her. Then she relaxed and groaned a little because this was probably for the first time that she was having a cock in her ass-hole. I decided to take my time, because we had time in plenty. I could have make her stand in this manner till the next morning and fuck to my heart's desire. So I moved slowly. This was the first time that I was doing a thing of this sort. Of course, I had fantasised about this any number of times, but the actually thing beat everything hands down. 

After slow-fucking for about ten minutes, I decided to speed things up a little. I gently asked her to stand a little straight. She was thankful for that, since her strength and patience had almost reached their tether's end after standing in that uncomfortable position for so long. She straightened slowly, and I moved with her so as not to get disengaged from her. She took care too, by keeping her legs bent slightly, and her thighs parted. And she kept her ass stuck out as well. I too bent my legs and hugged her body tightly, joining my hands on her big belly. After she straightened, she brought her hand between out bodies and stroked her back. It must have started aching. And as she did that she also threw a glance at my cock. I gently held her upper arms and lifted them up. She placed her palms on the wall once again. 

"Keep your hands like this," I instructed her gently. 

Now she was standing closer to the wall and her hands, bent at the elbow, were pressed against the wall at a level just above head. 

I clutched her fat upper arms tightly for support and started moving my pelvis again. This time jerking it back and forth (or was it up and down) quite rapidly. She sensed that I was going to move fast this time and she immediately tensed her body to prepare for my onslaught. I was keeping my knees bent and I was pumping her ass-hole by moving my pelvis diagonally. The oil in her anus was contributing to my fucking actions in a big way. My huge cock was sliding in and out of her shit-hole very, very smoothly. That does not mean that she was not having tough time. I noticed that she was constantly biting her lips as I fucked her. And she was also groaning. It was to muffle her groaning sounds that she was biting her lips. I was fucking her like a stallion now, virtually hanging on to her fleshy upper arm and giving my pelvis such strong jerks that I was almost lifting her up bodily with the impact of my thrusts. Her body was as relaxed as the strings of a violin. She began to sweat more profusely now. She was continuously making groaning sounds from her throat with every thrust of mine. I was literally tearing her ass-hole apart. She reminded me twice that I was moving too fast. I paid no heed to her. I kept pumping. I noticed in the mirror above the wash-basin how her huge tits were being roughly tossed around as I moved and her body moved with me. We were now totally drenched in our own sweats. 

I held her arms tightly as I neared ejaculation. She sensed it and she spread her thighs some more, giving me more room for my business. Moaning very much like a dog, I dug my fingers into her upper arms and shot my cum into her deep and lovely ass-hole. She stiffened her body and stood still as I drained every ounce of my semen into her. Then it was over. 

I was panting wildly. All my energy seemed to have sucked out of me and I felt so weak in my knees that I had to hold her with both my arms so as not to crumple down upon the floor in a heap. She felt my weight dragging her down and she lost her balance and both of us fell heavily upon the bed, she on top of me, on my lap. I kept my arms circled around her, my forearms digging into her plump belly. My spent cock was still very much inside her. We were so wet. 

Thankfully, the power-supply resumed suddenly and the rickety, old fan started throwing down some cool air on our tired bodies. It felt good. 

But now I was suddenly filled with shame and embarrassment. Guilty feelings suddenly flooded my mind and I had to shut my eyes tightly to force myself to ignore them. 

Holding her close to my body, I kissed her on the shoulder and whispered to her, "Thank you." 

She did not say anything. 

There was once again a knock at the door and a voice, that of the receptionist, was calling out: "Mr.Menon, you have a telephone call from someone called Shiju." 

I cursed under my breath. 

We got up and Padma quickly lowered her sari and smoothened its folds. She wrapped her sari around her shoulders and hid her blouse under the pillow. I put on the light and picked up my lungi. I put it on and then I opened the door and looked at the receptionist. 

"Okay, we are coming," I told him. He went away. 

I looked at Shiju's amma. "You should also come down," I said to her. "It is Shiiu." 

"Sar, you go," she told me. "I’ll be down in a moment." 

I understood. She had to put on her blouse. I looked at her. I had half a mind to ask her to do it standing in front of me, because I was curious to see how in the world she was going to accommodate her huge melons in that tight blouse of hers, and that too without a bra. But I had a phone to attend to. I picked up my shirt and I stepped out of the room, closing the door gently behind me. In the adjoining room someone was playing an old Tamil song in the radio. I put on my shirt. I climbed down the staircase and reached the reception counter. 

I picked up the phone. 

"Hello." 

"Sar, it is me, Shiju." 

"Hello, Shiju. We got stuck here." 

"I know. How is Amma?" 

"She is fine. She is coming down in a moment. How are you?" 

"I’m fine, sar. How was onam?" 

"Good." 

I did not want to talk to that boy. I saw Padma coming down the stairs and quickly gave the phone to her. 

"Hello." 

"Hello, Amma..." 

I let the mother and son have their talk in private and walked up to the entrance of the lodge. The receptionist came up to me from behind and handed me a small packet. 

"What is this?" I asked. 

"Sar, you said about the bad smell coming into your room. This is a bunch of jasmine flowers. Just scatter it on the floor and the bad smell will go." 

"Thank you. How much for the flowers?" 

"It is free. We offer it to all who visit our lodge." 

I understood. 

The conversation between Shiju and his mother was not a long one. It ended in less than two minutes. After she had put down the phone, we started climbing up the staircase. It was eight o'clock now. 

As we reached our room, something on the door caught my attention. 'Room No.69'. 

I unlocked the door and we stepped into the room. I shut the door. 

"You want to eat supper now?" I asked her. 

She did not reply immediately. "As sar wishes..." she said slowly. 

"Are you hungry?" 

She shook her head. 

"Good. Then let us have supper at nine. I usually have supper late." 

I looked at her. She avoided my eyes. She gazed at the floor with a blank expression on her face. I put out the light. I removed my shirt. And then, my lungi. And then, my underwear. I stood stark naked in front of her. 

Even in the semi-darkness, I saw her cheeks turn red. She gently turned around and stood with her back to me. 

"Come and lie down on the bed," I said to her. It was more of a command than a request. She sensed it in my voice, but she stood her ground and did not move from her position. She was standing between me and the window, so her figure appeared more like a silhouette to me. 

I put my arms around her, hugging her tightly. I realized that once again her conscience was pricking her and she was feeling like we were committing a very grave sin. 

I slowly touched her boobs. They were so perfectly round. How could I tell her that how sexy her boobs were? Or her ass, for that matter? She was a sex goddess, and it was not right if she asked me to forget about sex, to subdue my wanton feelings for her which were coming so naturally. 

"I won't harm you," I whispered into her ear. 

"I know," she said, surprising me. I pressed my crotch against the crack of her wonderful ass. 

"Turn your face towards me and stand," I told her. She obeyed and I hugged her. Amazingly, she too hugged me, deliberately pressing her marvelous tits against me. 

"Does your husband ever come to see you?" I asked. 

She stiffened at the mention of her husband. Then she relaxed. "Once in a while," she replied. 

I grabbed her large ass and squeezed it gently. 

"Does he love you?" I asked her. 

"Yes," she replied without any hesitation. 

I loosened my grip on her and we separated. I put an arm around her shoulder. 

I kissed her cheek. 

"I don't know why he left you," I told her. "I would never have left you." 

She looked at me. I caught hold of her hand and guided it to my cock. She withdrew it immediately. I held it again and gently persuaded her to hold my cock. It was not erect. It was still tired after the last exercise. 

"Why exactly did he leave you?" I asked her. 

She did not reply immediately. She looked down at my limp cock and stroked it gently with her fingers. Then she replied, "Sar, don't tell anyone. He left me because… he did not like… my big tits." 

"What!" 

She was suddenly shy and she left my penis and turned her back to me. I hugged her again. 

"I worship your big coconuts," I told her. And, as if to prove what I said, I took her coconuts in my palms and squeezed them. Yes, I loved coconuts. 

"I am feeling hungry," I said suddenly. 

And it was true. All evening I had been straining my body, that too without having the evening tea and snacks, something to which I was quite used to. And now I was famished. 

She started to move away from me, probably to arrange the food items. I held her close to me and whispered into her ear, "Remove your blouse. I want to gaze at your melons as I eat." 

She paused and looked at me through the corner of her eye. 

"Please…" I begged. "Will you do as I say?" 

She did not respond immediately. She nodded reluctantly, uneasily. She could not say no to the tinge of urgency in my voice. I released her. 

"Take off your blouse," I said. 

I put on the light. She looked at me reluctantly. She would not undress without the cover of the semi-darkness the room had been in. But I wanted her to sit before me with her torso bare, in good light. 

"Put out the light, sar" she said slowly, without looking at me. 

"No, the light will remain," I told her. "I want to have a good look at you." 

She looked at me undecidedly. Then she slowly turned around and, standing with her back to me, she slowly peeled off her blouse. She dropped it on the bed. Then she wrapped the loose end of her sari around her hips and slowly turned around. Her tits were simply marvelous, so huge and yet so firm and rotund. She stood with her eyes downcast, showing me her huge boobs, for the first time in such good light. They were really, really astounding! She stood like that for a while. Then slowly she bent down and picked up the packets of food from under the bed. 

She saw the packet which the receptionist had given me when we were downstairs. 

Still bent down, with her great melons swinging with the movements of her body, she asked me, "What is this?" 

"I’ll show you later," I told her. 

She sat down on the bed and started to arrange the food items. I washed my hand at the wash-basin and sat down in front of her. She too got up and washed her hand, and then sat down again. I did not even want to blink. My eyes continuously feasted on her amazing tits. I watched how her tits shook like pendulums with the movements of her body. She leaned over to pour some curd on my banana leaf and I noticed how her oversized tits hung down low and brushed against the rice on her leaf. 

Wow! She made no attempts at all to hide or shield her tits from me. But she kept her eyes downcast all the time, knowing it well where I would be looking. She started eating. I too started my supper. It was rice and fish curry with some curd. It tasted good. I gulped down the food hurriedly, more because of the hunger than of the anticipation of the things to come after supper. Once I coughed loudly and she quickly handed me a glass of water. 

"Eat slowly," she told me. 

"Was Shiju always like this?" I asked her. 

This question about her son surely got her a little interested. 

"How?" she said. 

"He talks so little." 

"Yes. I don’t know what’s wrong with that boy. He has always been like that." She drank some water. A little water flowed down from the corner of her mouth and wetted her huge coconuts. Then she asked me, "Does he talk to you, sar?" 

"Sometimes." 

She looked at me for a while. Then she said, "Shiju has told me that you often help him with money." 

I looked at her and then I gazed directly at her tits. I said, "That I will keep on doing, amma." 

She looked into my eyes when I called her ‘amma’. I thought she would smile. But she did not. She suddenly felt embarrassed and she looked away. I too felt a little uneasy. 

After we had finished eating, she rolled up the used banana leaves and tossed it out of the window. She did it without covering her boobs and I wondered if anyone had seen her. We washed our hands. She picked up her blouse. 

I touched her hand. "Let it be like this only," I told her. 

"I have to go and use the toilet," she said. 

I took her jutting nipples between my thumb and forefinger and pulled at them. 

"You are the first woman I have touched," I said. 

She did not say anything. 

I pinched her nipples, hard. I was having a big hard on which she could see through my lungi. I found that she was looking directly at my cock. I pulled her nipples again, a little roughly, hurting her and making her wince. She pushed my hand away. 

"Take a nice a bath and come back quickly," I whispered into her ear. I let her go. She put on her blouse. She took her toilet things out of her bag and went out of the room. 

Now I opened the packet the receptionist had given me and scattered all the jasmine flowers over the bed in an even manner. Then I put out the light and waited for her, lying on the bed. I kept thinking about her and gently stroked my fully erect cock. 

She returned after about ten minutes. The moment she opened the door she caught the easily discernable fragrance of the jasmine flowers. She stopped on her tracks and looked around. Since she was coming from the well-lighted corridor, it took her some time, in the semi-darkness of the room, to actually see the flowers scattered upon the bed. She slowly stepped into the room and I shut the door behind her. I got up and slid the bolt into place, hopefully, for the last time that night. 

She looked at the flowers on the bed and then at me, in wonder. 

Perhaps she wanted to ask me from where I had got the flowers. But she could not bring herself to ask; she was quick to see the bold intentions with which I had scattered the flowers on the bed. So she did not ask anything. She was used the towel to dry her hair as best as she could. The towel was wet and she was looking all around to find a place to hang it. Finally, she hung it on one of the window-bars. 

Then she turned around and looked at me. 

I went up to her and, putting my arms around her thighs, I lifted her up in the air. She was heavy, but I managed to lift her up. She was taken completely by surprise and cried out in fear, believing that she was going to fall. She frantically clutched at my shoulders. 

"Sar!...what are you doing?" she exclaimed. 

"I am not going let you sleep tonight," I gasped. God! She was heavy! As I struggled to maintain my center of gravity, her body tilted towards all directions. 

"Put me down...please," she said. 

I slowly put her down. She looked at me. 

I grabbed her shoulders and, gently pinning her to the wall, started kissing her all over her face. I pressed my palms against her ears and kissed her on the lips. I forced open her mouth with my tongue and let my tongue play with hers. She was not resisting me now, like she was doing in the afternoon. Perhaps, she knew that resisting me was now utterly futile. So she was silently allowing me to do whatever I wanted to do with her. I gathered her tongue between my lips And sucked at it for a long time. At the same time, I let my fingers explore the warm area between her thighs. She tried to brush my hand away. Then, seeing that I was quite persistent, she let me have my way. 

I looked at her face in the light coming in through the window. She was a beautiful woman. Nice doe-like eyes, smooth, round cheeks, full lips and a slender chin. 

"You are very beautiful," I told her and once again started showering kisses all over her face. 

I pushed her sari off her shoulder. Impulsively, she covered her marvelous bosom with her arms. I slowly lowered her arms and looked at her bulky tits. I put my nose into her abyssal cleavage and drew in a deep breath. I bent my knees and kissed her lovely navel. I held her by her slightly flabby waist and dug my nose into her dark navel. I kissed her belly and stroked my cheek against it. It was smooth as velvet. 

I straightened my legs and kissed her lips again. I gathered her lower lip between my teeth and sucked at it for a long time. 

Then I sat down on the bed, right in front of her. 

"Remove your blouse," I said. 

I thought that she would turn around. But she did not. She was only slightly reluctant as her fingers got busy with the hooks of her blouse. She removed her blouse with a flourish of her arms and stood before me with her heavy tits swinging loosely. She dropped the blouse on the bed and looked at me. She made no moves to cover her tits. 

"Shake your tits," I told her. 

She looked at me curiously and suddenly shook her head from side to side shyly. "Please…" I begged. 

At which she slowly started turning her torso this way and that, making her oversized, rotund tits wobble. "Faster," I said. 

Still reluctant, she quickened the jerking action of her torso a little. Her bulky boobs swung to one side and then to the other. The looked real heavy. 

"Jump up and down a little," I gasped, because I was on a high when I saw those great melons flying. She picked up the urgency in my voice and without showing any more reluctance she started jumping up and down. She did not jump actually, but just let her ankles rise and fall with a jerk and her body bobbed up and down like a cork on water. 

And her melons danced. I kept looking at them and she kept on shaking them, jerking her body up and down upon her toes. I raised myself on the bed and whisked my lungi off. Then sitting completely naked in front of her I looked at her dancing melons and stroked my fully erect cock. 

"Turn around," I said. 

Still bouncing up and down on her toes, she slowly turned around and showed me great ass. My god! As she jumped, even her bountiful ass was slowly bobbing up and down ever so slightly. I leaned over and slapped her sexy ass. Her big ass. Her round ass. Sexy, sexy ass. 

"Enough?" she said after some time and started to spin around. 

I said no and slapped her ass again. A tight slap on the right cheek. 

So she kept on jumping. 

I slapped her again. Then again. 

"I cannot do it anymore," she said a while later. "Not on a full stomach." She now stopped and turned towards me. 

"Okay. Now move them from side to side," I told her a moment later, gesturing with my hands. She paused to catch her breath. It had not been an exerting drill. But she was a big woman and she was close to forty. Then she placed her hands on her hips and started jerking her torso this way and that, her huge melons swinging loosely. I sat back in a comfortable position and watched the strip-tease show. My cock was now erect and it stood tall and proud. I saw her glancing at it a couple of times. I had a big cock. I did. She suddenly stepped closer to me and let her boobs brush against my cheeks as she shook them. I caught hold of her waist, thinking that she had lost her balance. 

I stood up. She had beautiful hair, straight and long. Her hair was black, except for a few stray strands over her ears and on the top of her head. Her recent activity had loosened her hair and she now gathered it with her hands and started to tie it up. I touched her shoulder. 

"Let it be as it is," I told her. She looked sexier with her long hair hanging down loose. "Sit on the bed," I instructed her. 

She looked at me and plumped down with a thankful expression on her face. Now I kneeled down on the floor in front of her. I placed my hands gently on her large ass and looked at her. 

When I kneeled before her her amazing boobs came in level with my face. She immediately understood my intentions and sat perfectly still as I gathered a nipple of hers between my lips and started sucking noisily. She held my elbows gently and sat without moving, allowing me to suck her tits peacefully. I sucked and sucked. I really don't know how long I sucked her. I moved from nipple to nipple and all the time she did not say a word. 

But, finally, when almost half an hour had passed, she said, "Madi, sar. You are hurting me." 

But she did not pull her nipple out of my mouth or push me away. She waited until I had stopped sucking and released her tit. Then she caught hold of her boobs and massaged their tips with the flat of her palms, running them round and round and looking at me complainingly. 

"Remove your sari and petticoat," I told her now. 

She looked at me. Without saying anything, she stood up and tore her sair off her. And then she pulled at the string of her petticoat and let it drop on the floor. 

She was naked now. Stark naked. Not even a thread was covering her. I gazed at her in wonder and she was suddenly filled with shame and embarrassment. But she stood her ground. She just gazed down and stood in silence, allowing me to slowly walk around her and admire her nudity. 

This is Shiju’s amma, I thought, whom I picked up yesterday from Palakkad Junction. I cupped one enormous cheek of her wonderful ass with my palm and squeezed it. 

"You have the body of a real madalasa," I told her. "Your husband must either be mad or he must be blind." 

I pinched one nipple. I let my fingers dwell on the triangle of thick hair between her thighs. That area was wet. No, not from her sweat. In spite of her, a very strange moan escaped her lips. I looked at her. A portion of her fat lower lip was trapped between her teeth. And she was looking at me through dark eyes which twinkled in the semi-darkness. I let my hand stay on her cunt. 

"Shiju is staying in a very small room," I said to her. "How will you adjust there?" 

She did not say anything. 

"Shall I ask him to allow you to stay in my room?" 

She looked at me, her teeth still digging into her sexy lip. 

"I need someone to cook for me and take care of me," I said. "I will pay you good." 

She moaned as I started stroking her wet, wet cunt, her juices flowing down my fingers. 

"Why don’t you say something?" 

She took hold my big cock and slowly pulled me towards her. 

I put my arms around her and she received me with a sudden moan escaping her lips. I kissed her lips and she returned my kiss with an equal passion. Our tongues darted out and played with each other. I sucked her tongue for some time. When I was finished, she took mine between her lips and sucked it, her eyes shut. I kept stroking her sweaty back and her ass. 

After a moment, I said, "Let us lie down." 

She did not say anything. We separated and I held her hand and made her climb upon the bed, upon the jasmine flowers. 

Once on the bed, she looked at me, waiting for my next instruction. I liked it. In the dim light, we were both kneeling upon the bed and our bodies were naked. The fragrance of the jasmine flowers was almost intoxicating us.

I laid down and I asked her to sit by my side.

"Hold my cock," I said to her. 

She made no move for a few seconds. Then, glancing at me just once, her eyes filled with just a wee bit of embarrassment and shame, she slowly took my member in her hand. 

"Stroke it," I said. 

She started stroking it, very clumsily, for I think she was doing it a little half-heartedly, her mind being plagued with indecision and doubt once again. I lay back and watched her what she was doing. As she stroked, the cock grew in size and became hard and thick. A seven-inch stick in her hand. 

She held it using all the fingers and thumb of her right hand and when she stroked it she moved her hand up and down the length of it, very gently. Her head was turned sideways and she was looking at the wall. She would not look directly at me cock. 

After some time, I told her, "Apply some oil on my cock." 

The bottle of coconut oil that I had used in the afternoon was still lying on the bed. She took it, undid the cap and poured oil into her palm. She applied this oil over my shaft. She put the bottle back and returned to my cock. She rubbed her palms together and started giving my cock a slow massage with both her hands. She rubbed oil on my balls too and also on my thighs. After that, she once again held it securely in her right hand and started rubbing it up and down, up and down, this time with amazing expertise. I watched her for some time. Now she was occasionally glancing at my boy. And why not? He was seven inch tall. 

Now I had the amazing capacity of delaying my ejaculation for any length of time. When I started masturbating I would carry on doing it for more than an hour. I think I had that will power. I lay back and watched her as she sat between my legs with her torso bare, stroking my lad, from time to time letting it brush against her heaving boobs, and thought that I could, if I wanted to, make her stroke my cock like that all night. Silence prevailed in the tiny room, save the old, rickety fan whirring away above us. The room was hot. But I was naked. And the flowers on which I was lying were cold and provided some relief. In the adjoining room, the radio was once again playing. I do not know what the time was, and I did not care. I watched her hand move up and down, steadily, labouriously. There was sweat on them, on her wrist. I looked at her face. She was perspiring heavily, because when she moved her hand, her entire body was rocking. In between, she would leave my cock and grab my balls and squeeze them gently without my asking her. I guess she had done this sort of thing with her husband and she knew what a man wanted. 

She went on stroking. 

"You have not said anything," I said after a while. She looked at me questioningly. 

"About staying in my room," I told her. 

She looked away and continued stroking. 

"Shall I ask Shiju?" I said. 

She nodded after a few seconds. That got me excited. 

"I’ll call you ‘amma’ and treat you exactly like a mother before eveybody. No one will know anything." 

She held my balls with her free hand and squeezed them gently. 

I shut my eyes and just enjoyed her touch. She stroked my belly, my hips and my thighs, all the time her one hand working on my cock.

"We will sleep naked every night," I said, my eyes still shut. "And when it is my day off I will make you do all the cooking and cleaning with no clothes on." I laughed lightly. She kept quiet.

I let my mind fantasize all those things.

"Move your hand rapidly now," I told her after some time. I shut my eyes. I knew that my ejaculation was coming. 

She quickened her pace of stroking, her huge boobs shaking wildly as she moved her hand. She was biting her lips, because this continuous moving of her hand was not less tiring. She moved closer to me so that she could hold my cock more comfortable. Now the head of my cock was trapped between her heavy tits.

"Stop," I said. She stopped. 

"Take it into your mouth," I told her. 

She looked at me reluctantly. 

"Take it!" I said desperately. 

She wet her lips with her tongue. Then she bent her torso and slowly took my cock into her mouth. It was so sexy to watch, her parting her most sexy lips to take my member in, first just the head, and then almost half of it. I felt her tongue slowly stroke the head. 

And then I came. I shut my eyes and saw stars in my head. It was almost like an explosion in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out a little as my semen flooded into her mouth. She straightened, allowing my cock to slide out of her mouth, pressing her lips tightly over my cock, sucking it, so as not to let even a drop of my semen go waste. She gulped my semen in. All of it, and she looked at me with that complaining expression on her face again. Not very happy about the thing I had made her do.

"Give me some water to drink," I said to her, wiping the sweat on my brow. It was my second ejaculation that day. I was feeling drained.

She handed me the plastic-bottle of water kept under the bed. I drank slowly and returned the bottle to her. She too drank, washing down the taste of semen in her mouth. 

Then she did a very surprising thing. She dropped the empty bottle on the floor and, slowly turning around on her knees, she pressed her cunt to my mouth. At the same time she guided my spent cock back into her own mouth. 

The night had just begun in Room No.69. 

The smell of her cunt was mixing with the aroma of the flowers was producing a very sensous effect. Immediately I was feeling a stirring in my loins and I knew that my cock would be erect again soon. Besides, she was doing a good job with her tongue. She was licking my cock all over, and my balls too. I put out my tongue and let it exlpore her juicy cunt. It darted this way and that and soon located her erect clitoris. She moaned when I let my tongue attack her clitoris. The juices of her lovely cunt spilled down and flowed down from the sides of my mouth.

I put my hands on her great ass and stroked it, running my palms in circles. At the same time, I ate her pussy. Very soon, I was once again having a major erection between my legs. All of seven inches. And she was just worshiping it. She was licking it all over almost greedily, taking it into her mouth and giving me a lovely blow-job.

We remained in this '69' position for about a quarter of an hour. Then I decided to do other interesting things. I asked her to get up.

I said, "Turn around and stand on your all fours."

She gazed at me somberly for a second. Then she got on all fours and turned around slowly. She looked like an animal to me now. She knew what I wanted. She positioned herself in such a manner that her huge ass came directly in front of my face.

"Put your shoulders down," I further instructed her. "I want just your chandi up. Lift your chandi up in the air as much as you can."

She understood. She bent her arms and placed her head on the bed. Then she lifted up her ass, bending her backbone as much as she comfortably could. She pushed her enormous ass up. Now her ass was high up in the air, and she looked very, very sexy indeed. Sitting behind her, I could not for the umpteenth time that day help marvel at the great size and amazing rotundity of her ass. I put my hands on her ass and stroked it all over, running my palms in wide circles. It was very smooth to touch. I decided to give it a oil massage. I picked up the bottle of oil, undid its cap and upturned it above her ass, pouring almost half of its content over different areas of her ass in a circle. Then I started giving her a nice massage, running my palms round and round, slapping her, squeezing her...

She did not move or say anything all that time. She knew I just loved her ass and she was just allowing me to do whatever I wanted to do with it. After the oil massage, her ass shone even in the dim light coming in through the tiny window. It looked sexier than ever. Once again I found myself wondering why her husband had left her at all. Such a great piece of ass... Probably he found a greater piece somewhere. But I could not imagine that any woman could have a sexier ass. It was possible that his preferences were different. Maybe he liked small ass and small tits. Well, good for him. I could ass-worship this woman all my life.

Then I decided to begin a slapping session. I stood up on the bed.

She turned her head around to look at me when I stood up. She probably thought that I intended to fuck her ass-hole, because she immediately jerked her ass up some more, flexing her ass muscles so that the huge cheeks parted a little and showed her anus. Not to dishearten her, I bent my legs and, holding my cock, let its tip play a little with her ass-hole. She was tickled, but I had no desire to fuck her just yet. I straightened and stood behind her, stroking her ass-cheeks with my left hand and raising my right, ready for the slapping.

And I started slapping her. She did not say anything for a long time. Then she gently told me that I was making a lot of noise. I said that I did not care.

Slapping a well-oiled ass was a different experience. When you slapped an oiled ass your hand slithered a little on contact and produced a resounding crack. Moreover, the ass became hot and red and shone as if it had ripened. I continued to slap her ass for about a quarter of an hour. Then I felt tired and decided to sit down. I asked her to straighten her body and sit. She did, and she raised her arms to tie her hair which had come undone. I watched how her bountiful boobs rose up when she raised her arms.

I sat down in front of her and decided to play with those lovely coconuts of her. I took one on my palm and noticed that it was so large that its flesh was splaying out of my hand when I held it. And it was heavy too. I drew closer to her and asked her to hand me the bottle of oil. I opened the bottle and poured out a large measure of coconut oil on to my palm and returned the bottle to her. She was quick to understand my intentions. She immediately sat straight with her bosom thrust out, so that her tits appeared larger that ever. I rubbed my palms together and then put them on her tits. I ran my palms all over those rotund globes, spreading oil evenly on her skin. I ran my palms in circles. I upturned my palm in front of her and she poured out some more oil. I gave her huge tits a nice massage, stoking them, squeezing them and even slapping them. I held them from the sides and started shaking them up and down, up and down. 

When I had played with her tits for about ten minutes, I laid down with my head resting comfortably on the pillow. I spread my legs and made her sit between them. 

"Give me your tits to suck," I told her.

She put the bottle of oil on the floor. Then she came on top of me, placing her hands either sides of my head, and she directed one nipple into my mouth. I held her by fleshy waist and sucked noisily. In this position, my erect cock was touching her cunt and I could feel the wetness of her hot cunt. Her cunt was so wet and lubricated that with a simple jerk of my pelvis I could be inside her. Then it struck me that she was deliberately keeping her cunt in contact with my cock. She was gently moving her pelvis too, swaying it from side to side as I sucked her.

Suddenly my heart went out for this woman who had been giving me her services silently for so long a time. I spread my arms around her and pulled her down to me. She was taken by surprise and gasped as she fell upon me, her heavy boobs pressing upon my chest. I put my hand behind her head and kissed her lips hard. We rolled upon the bed so that now she lay on her side beside me. I hugged her tightly and went on kissing her lips. She too embraced me, first loosely, self-consciously, and then with force. Her palms traveled all across my back, and I too stroked her back and buttocks. The sound of skin rubbing against skin seemed to fill the tiny room. We were breathing into each other’s face and moaning softly, almost as if we had just learned to communicate in a very novel language. I made her lie on her back and climbed on top of her. Holding her tightly by the shoulders, I started showering kisses all over her lovely face. She received my kisses with little moans of pleasure. The next moment I felt her hand upon my fully erect cock. She held it and gently guided it to her waiting cunt. She wanted me to fuck her!

I raised myself on my hands and lifted up my pelvis a little, giving her room to do the needful. She gently twisted my cock this way and that and finally I found an entry. And I went in. God! My head reeled as my cock slid in slowly and effortlessly in her wet cunt. In a second, I was inside her. I looked at her. In the dim light, her eyes looked very dark. But I realized that she was looking directly at me and her eyes were brimming with anticipation of the pleasure that was about to come. I got ready to fuck her. Really fuck her.

But first I had to tell her something.

"I have fallen in love with you," I said.

She moaned at that, as if she had suddenly had an orgasm.

I bent down and kissed her lips. Then I straightened and started moving my pelvis. She bit her lips and started moaning. It was almost as if I had just turned on the radio. We were looking directly into each other’s eyes as I fucked her. Her head was gently moving back and forth with the movements of my pelvis. She was loving every second of it. I could make that out in her eyes. Her mouth was slightly open and there was a blank expression in her eyes. She was looking at me and was not yet seeing me. And the moans were coming from her continuously, in rhythm with my pumping. 

"Ummmmmm…." she moaned. "Sar….ummmmmm….mmmmm…ahhh…ahhh…ummmm…sar…" She spread her thighs wider, giving me more room for my business. I did my work well; I was young and in good form. And she was having a great time. I could see that from the way she was digging her nails on my back. 

"I’ll do this with you every night," I whispered. 

"Yes…every night…" she moaned back. 

The bed creaked as I moved. An end of the bed was knocking against the wall. It was going knock, knock, knock, knock. But we did not care. We had reached a point in time where everything else in the world just melted away. She had a cunt and I had a cock. Nothing else mattered. 

I was fucking her good. This was my first fuck and I was proud that I was doing a very good job.

Just imagine. I had met her just yesterday on Palakkad Railway Station, a woman of about forty, mother of a boy named Shiju in my factory. She was a total stranger yesterday. And now, we were both lying on this bed of jasmine flowers, I on top of her. We were stark naked and I was copulating with her, fucking her hard. Real hard. And she was simply loving it.

We were both sweating like anything. And her moans filled the room, and god knows if they were was spreading outside the room too. I did not care at the moment. What really mattered was that I had to enjoy this woman fully. Drink the wine of her sensuality until the cup was empty. But would the cup be empty. No. At least, it would not drain out tonight.

I fucked her till midnight.