My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 03

After that failed ejaculation attempt, I was really pissed off. I wondered what caused my mother to react in such a way. What did she see out the window? I quickly straightened myself and went to the balcony. There I saw him! It was Shyam Uncle - the same perverted old man whom my mom and I had met a few days ago during that trip to the market. To recall, he was a man in his mid-fifties, with an ugly face and rugged features. His house was directly opposite to ours and the window through which he was looking was directly opposite to my mom's dressing room window. He must've seen everything! The way mom was holding those window grills - her naked tits swaying against Haria's rhythmic squeezes and strokes - was so lewd and the "kamuk" expression on her face must've been awfully sexy. I was getting hard again while imagining this old pervert jerking off to the sight of my mother's hot luscious naked body.

Meanwhile Haria having released his load was now extremely worried about my mother's violent reaction. The moment she came out of the bathroom, she was fully clothed. She didn't speak a word to our servant and was constantly avoiding eye contact with him. Haria too decided not to speak too much and with a lowered head, he was silently chopping vegetables in the kitchen. I thought she might fire him. But instead, she came to the living room and sat down, looking visibly tired and nervous.

Just then I entered the living room and immediately my mother cried, "You? What are you doing here?" She was thoroughly shocked to see me.

I acted surprised by my mother's reaction. "I had just gone to the nearby store. Just came back."

My mother seemed relieved on hearing that. "Oh alright. Actually I was calling you. You weren't responding so that's why I asked."

""Why? Did you want something?", I asked in an innocent voice.

My mother became nervous again. She obviously didn't wanna reveal what had happened between herself and Haria. "No, nothing really. I was just looking for you."

I began to push her now and I could see her nervousness increasing ten-fold. Somehow, the tension in her face excited me and I wanted to hear from her mouth what she had been doing with this low-class servant, even though I had seen the truth.

While my mother was fiddling for answers, Haria suddenly moved out of the kitchen and came to the living room. Seeing him my mom became furious. "What are you doing here? Go! Go back to the kitchen", she screamed.

Both Haria and I were shocked - and a little scared - by her reaction. Haria spoke meekly, "Bhabhi, actually there's no mutton in the house. You told me to make mutton curry."

Upon hearing that, she calmed down. "Oh alright. Then I'll go to the market immediately and get it. Ayan, will you come with me."

"I don't mind going. Aren't you gonna change?"

"Nope. We'll just go and get the mutton, then come back. No need for changing." It's important to mention here that my mother was dressed fairly conservatively. She was wearing a proper red-and-yellow silk saree, a red color blouse which showed about 45-50% of her cleavage though it didn't matter since her saree was covering her ample bosoms quite securely. In the sun, her saree became slightly translucent which showed off her deep round and fleshy navel as well as her chubby folds.

"Fine. Then let's go." We moved out of the house and headed towards the marketplace. When we got to the butchers shop, I was shocked to see who was manning it. It was that same man who was talking dirty about my mother a few days ago - the man named Nayan. The way he was talking about my mom that day made me feel like he was talking about a cheap whore. He had, in fact, made me cum with his dirty chatter. He was probably in his mid-thirties, same height as my mother, strongly built despite a pot-belly and his face almost looked like a bhojpuri movie villain (no offence to bhojpuri movie villains). He had an assistant who was working with him - about a 18-19 year old boy.

The moment he looked up and saw my mother, his face lit up. "Didi, please come come.", he called excitedly. Since it was a weekday, the market was relatively empty and there was no queue on the butcher shop. My mom and I quickly went there.

"Alright, give me two kilos of mutton. And make sure they're good pieces.", she said to him.

"Don't worry, Didi. I'll give the meat according to your size only.", his eyes lewdly roamed over her mature sexy figure while he said those words.

"And don't give too many bones."

"Aha! How can anyone think of bones when there's so much soft meat on display." This time he stared at her protruding melons while uttering those words. The young boy too was smiling at this butcher's dirty comments.

"No, I'm just letting you know." My innocent mother had no clue as to what this perverted man's words actually meant. My head was low. I was enjoying his comments, but I didn't want them to know about it.

Then, he proceeded to chop the meat and as soon as his cleaver hit the thick portion, a gush of blood poured out like a fountain and hit my mom's saree covered mountains. Some of it even landed on the side of her neck, chin and lips. She was startled and attempted to rub them off with her napkin when the butcher held her hand and stopped her.

"Raw meat might have tons of germs. That piece of cloth won't do you any good."

"What are you saying? I cook meat at home with my own two hands. Nothing happens at that time."

"But you do wash your hands with soap after you cook them right?"

"Yes, that's true." My mother was utterly confused now. "Then what will I do? Do you have soap with you?"

The butcher flashed a devilish grin. "No, I don't have it. But I have something better."

"What?"

"Behind this shop lies my small hut. If you can come with me to my hut then I can solve your problem."

My mother appeared hesitant. "But...What about my son?", she pointed at me.

"Your son can stay here. He can chat with my nephew here. Actually, the hut is too small for the three of us. He'll feel hot inside." Nayan winked at the last statement.

Immediately, I added, "Yes. You guys go ahead. I'll stay here."

Now, my mother couldn't make any more excuses. She reluctantly agreed. Nayan's face lit up like a Christmas tree. He said, "Alright didi. Let's go." He came down from his place and then escorted my mom towards the back of shop where his hut was.

"Chotu, take care of the shop as well as our young master." He said before entering the hut and closing the door.

As soon as they went inside and we heard the door shut, Chotu leaped out of his spot and whispered, "Nice. Sent your mom off with that bastard?"

I was shocked to witness such a transformation from this young boy. "What are you saying?"

"This piece of crap Nayan is an asshole. He has taken a lot of women just like your mom, in his hut and taken advantage of them."

Although I was sure that this was true, I pretended to act surprised. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't believe me? Then come with me. I'll show you." With that he guided me towards the back and we reached the back wall of the hut. I noticed there was a brick missing on the wall. "This is how I watch my asshole Uncle's dirty deeds. Through this hole. Let's watch what he does with your mom."

Her heartbeats were increasing rapidly as I peeped into the hole made by the absent brick.

Both me and this butcher's nephew (his name was Puchu, as I came to know later) peered through the hole in the wall. The hut was not very spacious - about seven feet in length and five feet in breadth - and most of it was occupied by a wooden cot which was placed against the wall.

Owing to the cot, there was little room for any kind of walking or movement. Perhaps when the butcher, Nayan, was tired after a hard day's work, he would come inside to take a break. At the corner of the wall, beside the bed, there was a huge "kalash" kept on top of a tall stool.

My mom and the butcher were both inside. I could see a hint of trepidation on her face and a glow of lust on his. Nayan was wearing a tank ("sando genji" in Bengali) that was torn in several spots and a lungi. I was feeling a little worried about my mother being inside that hut alone with the same man who only a few days ago was fantasizing about fucking her and also about showing her off to this strange lowborn boy. Puchu, for some reason, looked quite excited.

There was a speckle of goat blood on her lips, some on her chin, some on her neck and some on the naked upper portion of her chest where the saree wasn't covering. "Didi, first let us do one thing. The places on your body that have this stale blood, I'll rub them off with a wet cloth."

My mother was genuinely confused. She obviously felt that this low class butcher somehow knew more about the issue on goat's blood than her and therefore, she nodded her head in approval.

Almost immediately Nayan grabbed a small silk towel hanging from his wall and took it near the "kalash". I realized that the "kalash" was filled with water when he opened the lid and poured some water on the towel, making it thoroughly wet. He then squeezed some of the excess water out and then brought it to my mom.

When he came in front of my mother, he was just standing there and was measuring her with his eyes. Feeling a little irritated by his eye movements, she cried, "What are you looking at?"

The butcher smiled at her and said, "No, actually, Didi, you're looking very hot today."

My mother giggled at the comment. However, she decided not to show her excitement in front of this low class man. "Don't talk nonsense. Come on, give me the towel." She tried to snatch the towel away from Nayan but he lifted it out of her reach.

"Didi, wait a second." My mother looked at him questioningly. "If I give you the towel then how will it work? You don't even know where the stains are, on your body. And I don't even have a mirror to show you. It's better if you just stand still and I'll wipe the marks off your body using the towel."

The butcher's words made sense, at least to my naive mother. "Okay, fine. But do it fast."

Once he got permission from my mom, there was no stopping him. A wicked smile manifested on his face as took the towel and started slowly rubbing it on her cheeks. The feel of the rough wet surface of the towel on her smooth cheeks made her tremble a little. She had her eyes closed fearing that if the towel hits her eyes then she'll be temporarily blinded. Nayan was taking full advantage of that - openly scratching his dick over his lungi. After rubbing her cheeks with the wet towel, he proceeded towards her chin. Slowly and meticulously he grazed the towel over her chin, biding his time and taking great pleasure in his work. Then, he moved to her luscious lips. He smudged the towel over her lips making them look wet and juicy. In the pretext of rubbing the towel, he also lightly grazed his thumb over her lips. My mother didn't seem to respond to his indirect touches and this probably made him even bolder as he now started parting her swollen lips with his thumb. As soon as her lips were parted, he slowly inserted him thumb inside her mouth. I thought my mother would now open her eyes and slap the taste out of this bloody butcher's mouth. But instead her eyes remained closed and I noticed beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

The butcher then slowly started taking his thumb in and out of my mother's mouth. And everytime his thumb came out, I noticed that it was glistening with saliva. Suddenly, Puchu who was standing beside me said, "Isshhh do you see what your mother is doing? She's sucking on my uncle's thumb!" Yes! That's exactly what she was doing. She was sucking on this low-class man's thumb! But how could she? She's a married woman who's always been loyal to my father. I guess today's erotic events with Haria and the fact that it had ended prematurely, left her unsatisfied and that is why she was involuntarily responding to this butcher's lewd acts. But the action had just begun.

After a few seconds of sucking, the butcher took his thumb out of her mouth and his eyes were once again roaming over her mature luscious sari-clad body. Slightly annoyed by his sudden stoppage, my mother opened her eyes and said, "What happened? Why did you stop?"

He was staring at the exposed upper portions of her breasts now and seeing that my mother immediately adjusted her saree. Nayan then looked up at her and said, "No, Didi, the thing is that there's a little bit of blood on your chest as well. So...", he hesitated for a second and then continued, "...if you can just remove your pallu, then it'll be easier for me."

My mother appeared to be shocked. "What? Why do you want me to remove my pallu?"

Nayan immediately replied. "Didi try and understand! If you don't remove the pallu then how can I clean that portion. And if I don't clean it properly then the mark will remain. This could cause sickness."

My gullible mother was incredibly germophobic. When she heard that she could get sick, she said, "Okay. Okay. I'm removing my pallu." With that she grabbed her pallu and removed it from her chest completely, and it slumped on the ground.

Nayan's face lit up when he saw my mother in that tight red blouse. Since she was wearing a bra underneath her blouse, her mature coconuts appeared firmer and more alluring. His eyes were fixated on the small valley created between the upper portions of her twin peaks, occasionally dropping down to steal glances at her fleshy midriff and deep round juicy navel. At this point, my mom was staring up at the asbestos ceiling. I'm sure she knew the looks this low class butcher was giving her and was embarrassed to maintain eye contact. She was deftly afraid of diseases and the prospect of getting sick. I think that is why she agreed to this attempted molesting.

I looked over at Puchu who seemed to be grinning from ear to ear. Obviously this wasn't the first time he had spied on his mama when he was performing lewd acts with his customers.

Anyways, Nayan started with the wet towel again. He began by rubbing the base of her neck first. My mother had closed her eyes again. A woman's neck is said to be a very sensitive area. The butcher began moving the wet towel over her neck in a manner suggesting a form of stroking. Soon, he replaced the wet towel with a couple of his fingers, lightly stroking that area - feeling the smoothness of her skin with his fingers. Then he moved the towel to the top of her boobs and slowly began rubbing it over the exposed portion. I doubt he actually cared about the blood marks. He just wanted to touch and fondle a mature lady's tits. My mother's breathing became heavier and her blouse-covered milk tanks were rhythmically rising and falling with each breath. Soon, his fingers were all over her big boppers. He partially gripped her right mammary with his hand causing my mother to let out a gulp. He seemed to have been adequately pumped up touching a full-grown woman’s breasts unhindered, over her blouse and brassiere. Moreover, my mom appeared to be shivering getting a direct feel of male fingers trying to grab her boob flesh. I smiled to myself seeing the slyness of this low class butcher. He was feeling my mother's hot body like he was her lover!

Nayan might have been encouraged owing to the silent affirmation from my mother, as he indulged in all sorts of sexual pranks, including pressing her boob flesh with his fingers from the front, poking the nipple with his thumb, gliding his fingers over her blouse assessing the smoothness and firmness of her mountains, and trying to push it up by cupping it from below.

Suddenly, I saw something surprising. My mother faintly thrust her cream pies against the butcher's prying fingers. I was very sure he could realize that because a dirty smirk came across his face. Nayan's lewd actions were undoubtedly sexually tormenting her and rising to simply unbearable heights.

Again this young boy beside me spoke, "Hey, you're mom seem's to have a lot of sex-drive. See how she's enjoying my asshole uncle's touches."

Although his words were utterly degrading, I was enjoying them a lot and my dick inside my jeans was beginning to stir.

"Didi, why are you sweating so much. ", all of a sudden he blurted. Though Nayan knew the reason, he simply wanted to enjoy the look on my mother's face when he asked this extremely embarrassing question.

My mother opened her eyes and felt her forehead. Indeed she was sweating a lot. Quickly she thought of an answer, "Actually, it's so hot and that's why..."

"Oh I understand. Anyways, I've washed those spots with the wet cloth but if we don't apply any antiseptics to those portions then I'm afraid the marks will remain there." I was surprised when he said that. The blood stains had totally disappeared from her skin and still this man was insisting for more treatment. What could he possibly want now?

I didn't have to wait for long to find out. When he saw the inquisitive look on my mother's face, he said, "I don't have any such antiseptics, except for one."

My mother looked at him curiously, with her pallu still hanging from her waist and her bosom still mostly exposed. "Except for what?"

"First, you have to promise me you won't get angry."

"Fine, I won't be angry. Now tell me."

The butcher cleared his throat. "I've heard that a man's saliva almost works like medicine. So if you allow me, I'd like to wipe off the marks on your body with my tongue. " What was this man saying?! The request was so absurd that you'd have to be crazy to buy into it.

Even my mother was shocked. "What are you saying!", she yelled furiously, "You're crazy!" She attempted to raise her pallu when this butcher yelled back.

"First listen to me properly!", he roared like a lion. My mother was startled and she left her pallu immediately when she heard him shout. The butcher realized it would do him no good spooking her and so he returned to his normal voice. "If you don't clean these marks properly, then you're condition will worsen. Do you know Sen Babu?"

"Yes. He's been sick for a long time.", she said meekly.

"Right. And do you know why he's sick?", he said in a serious tone. My mother nodded her head in the negative. "Before falling ill he came to me for buying mutton. At that time, some of the blood from the meat had spurted right onto his face." My mother was listening intently. "I had told him several times to come with me so I could clean that up. But he didn't listen. That's why he's in this pathetic condition." She was shocked. "Actually, this meat needs to be cooked thoroughly to get rid of the bacteria. And if they somehow find their way into a person's body then they can cause a lot of damage. Do you want to get sick?"

I could see that my mother was scared. But she would not let this butcher win easily. "No, I don't want that. But if you swallow these germs then you also might fall sick."

"I have been chopping this meat for a long time. My body has developed the immunity to fight against these germs. But your body hasn't. That's why I'm saying. I don't have a problem if you step out of this room. But if something happens to you in the future, then don't blame me."

My mother was really scared now. Timidly, she said, "Fine, I'll do whatever you say. Tell me what you wanna do."

A wicked grin escaped from Nayan The Butcher's face. Suddenly I felt a foreign hand touching my crotch area. Shocked, I glanced back at Puchu and saw him grinning at me. "You dick has risen up I see. Do you like watching your mom in such a compromising position?" I didn't know what to answer, so I returned a nervous smile. "Don't worry. You have nothing to fear from me. If you want you can take out your cock. You're wearing jeans so it might pain if you keep it inside." He was right. My member was aching, stretching against the rough material of the jeans. So I unzipped my pants and took out my fly.

It was the first time someone outside my mother and father had seen my shaft, so I was feeling a little embarrassed. "How big is your manhood?", he asked staring right at it.

"5.5 inch.", I replied nervously.

"Shall I bring out mine? Then we can both look at your mother and masturbate."

I nodded my head in approval and he took out his member from his shorts. It was quite big. About seven inches. But the most astonishing feature was it's thickness - about 3-4 inches thick. We both started stroking our wieners while staring at the action going on inside the room.

Meanwhile, my mother was preparing for what this low class butcher had in mind. After a long pause, he stared at my mother and said, "I will first lick your cheeks and lips with my tongue..."

My mother was hesitant. Although she knew that a person's saliva has antiseptic properties, surely she had reservations about allowing this low-class butcher to lick her. But Nayan was insistent. This wasn't the first time he had been with a mature woman and he knew ways to subdue them. He brought his mouth closer and my mother turned her head with a disgusted expression on her face. "Are you drunk?", she asked.

"Just a little. Actually I have to stay here everyday and that's why I drink. Buy why are you feeling so disgusted? The smell of a dead animal's rotting flesh is far worse than the smell of desi liquor, as far as I know.". His face was now inches away from my mother cheeks. Her head was still turned away and she twisted her nose as a sign of further disgust.

Suddenly, I felt a cold hand on my penis. I turned to see that it was Puchu. I was shocked and knowing that Puchu put his finger on his lips to signal me to be silent. "Don't worry", he whispered, "Let's do something. I'll stroke your dick while yo stroke mine. It'll me much more relaxing, you'll see."

"But I've never ever touched another person's dick before.", I blurted nervously.

"Then try touching it once. If you don't like it, then you don't have to do it." I decided to give it a shot. As I wrapped my fingers around his long throbbing cock, I felt a tingle in my stomach. After a while, he started stroking my member and it was such a unique feeling, that I ended up releasing soft moans in ecstasy. "Ahhhh....Unghhh", like that. He was stroking it expertly - sometimes faster and sometimes slower.

"Are you enjoying it?", he asked with a smile. I nodded with my eyes closed. "Then, do the same with my dick as well." I nodded and obeyed like a cock-slave. "And open your eyes! Watch and relish how my dickhead Mama is using your slut mom." I opened my eyes and we looked into the room once again.

Nayan took out his tongue and placed the tip of it on my mother's smooth left cheek. Almost immediately I saw her shudder in embarrassment. Although by this point of time my mother had become quite used to male touches - thanks to the tailor, his brutish nephew Haripada and our cheeky servant Haria - , up until now she hadn't willingly allowed any man other than her husband to use their tongues on her. That is why she seemed so embarrassed and frustrated with what this low-class pervert was doing with her. With her head still turned sidewayds, she closed her eyes and balled her fists in frustration.

The moment she shuddered from the feel of the butcher's wet tongue, his confidence increased. He now pressed his entire long tongue against her rosy cheek and began licking it with vigor.

He ran his tongue across her skin, from the base of her chin and up into her ear. My mother gritted her teeth in disgust. This horrible man was actually licking her face clean. Then he pressed his lips against her cheeks and planted a sloppy wet kiss there. Nayan kissed her cheek and kissed up to her ear. Puchu and I could prominently hear the sounds of wet kissing.

When the butcher was done licking my mother's left cheek, he took a step back to admire the view of his work. One side of her pretty face was glistening with the man's saliva, almost reflecting the incoming light. With my mom's eyes closed, he started openly stroking his shaft over his lungi while staring at her face with a hungry look. It was quite big as it poked against the thin fabric of his dirty lungi. He took off his tank ("genji") now since the room was getting hotter by the minute.

Nayan came forward again and this time, he tightly gripped my mother's jaw which caused her to open her eyes in shock. He then forcibly turned her head around to face him. Perhaps the strong desi liquor was beginning to take effect. When my mom looked into his lusty eyes, she became incredibly frightened. She wanted to turn away and escape the strong stench of liquor emanating from this low-class pervert's mouth , but she was frozen in fear. "Now lips!", he declared with a crude voice.

Puchu whispered again, "Watch! Now, your bitch mother will taste desi liquor for the first time in her life. That too from my Uncle's lips." The butcher brought my mom's face closer to his and placed his rough black lips against her soft rosy petals. My mother closed her eyes and pressed her lips together to avoid this man's attack. Nayan flicked out his tongue and attempted to part her lips with it. When he realized it was difficult, he said with a crude voice, "Open your lips! Let my tongue enter!" It was shocking to see how bold this butcher had become. He was no longer addressing my high-class mother as "apni" and instead, was now referring to her as "tui", which was indeed very degrading.

My mother was scared and therefore, had to obey this pervert's wishes.

The butcher tried again and this time he was successfully able to part her lips with his long tongue. As soon as my mother's lips were parted, he thrust his tongue into her mouth like a snake. Nayan's daily diet included desi liquor, paan, gutkha and a lot of other distasteful things. And as his tongue explored the insides of my mother's mouth, I wonder how much of those things she could taste herself. The butcher was now massaging his tongue over hers. Beads of saliva were sexily dripping from their mouths and falling onto the exposed top-halves of her mature breasts. Nayan released his grip from her jaw and slowly dropped his hand to her shoulder, pulled her towards him and continued kissing her on the lips. As he pulled her closer, her sari-clad breasts pressed and slid across his bare chest. He pulled her against him more tightly, almost in a hug. His erect manhood was also poking against her plump thighs now, as she shivered due to its feel.

Initially, my mother hesitated and then slowly started reciprocating. Perhaps the earlier incident with our servant Haria had left her somewhat unsatisfied and therefore, the crude acts of this lowborne butcher was beginning to turn her on. She wrapped her hands around his neck and they kissed passionately.

They were gripping each other frantically now. This continued for a few minutes, after which they finally came up for air and she looked as if she was going to push him away. But then he kissed her again! This time he gently bit her lips, making her groan in both pain and pleasure. The room was silent, except for some soft sucking and kissing noises. He then slobbered over her lips and tongued her mouth and throat for what felt like ages. I was incredibly aroused; my cock was throbbing. Suddenly, Puchu squeezed it tighter and I moaned, "Ahhh. Slowly.", I pleaded. Puchu was grinning like a hyena.

When they finally broke the kiss, my mother was a mess. Her pallu was completely off her shoulder and was now hanging from her left arm. Her blouse covered breasts were exposed for this perverse man to leer and explore with his eyes. Her face was glistening with this man's saliva and some of their mixed saliva was actually dripping like long strings of silk from her mouth, onto her blouse covered tits. "Your mother looks exactly like one of those whores from sonargachi! Issshhh, if only I was inside!", Puchu said as he stroked my cock faster. I was feeling both embarrassed and aroused by his continuous dirty commentary as well as his expert stroking.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door!

As soon as my mom heard the knock on the door, she got thoroughly scared. Nayan tried to calm her down, "Don't worry. I'll see who it is.", he again reverted back to his polite manner of saying "apni" instead of "tui" and I could see his dick beginning to get limp.

My mother was almost in tears. A moment ago she was incredibly aroused and now she seemed terribly ashamed by what she had done. She immediately started wiping off all the sticky saliva from her face. This was an incredibly erotic sight - my sweet homely mother wiping off another man's juices from her smooth cheeks and the rest of her pretty white face! She also adjusted the pallu of her sari so that it more adequately covered her ample breasts.

Before opening the door, the butcher gave once last glance at my mother and she turned around, with her back now facing the door. Nayan then opened the latch, partially opened the door and snuck his head out through the opening. "What are you upto, you dick? What the fuck are you doing inside this hut for so long?", the man outside said. I was surprised to notice that it was the same sabziwala that we had met a few days ago, the one who was staring at my mother's plunging cleavage while she was trying to buy fruits from her.

"No, you prick. I just came her to sit down, that's all.", the butcher replied casually.

But the sabziwala wasn't convinced. "Your face is telling a different story. Just tell me what the matter is. Why are you acting so shy like a little bitch?" At this point, I was starting to get scared as well. My dick was getting flaccid inside Puchu's hand and this seemed to annoy him a lot more than the arrival of some random sabziwala.

"What happened? Why is your shaft turning limp all of a sudden?" With that, he gripped onto my cock a little tighter.

I nervously replied, "No, actually, I was thinking what if my mother get's caught." My heart was beating faster now thinking of the consequences if she were really caught.

Then my worst fears were pronounced by this perverted 18 year old himself. "What do you think will happen? Then, my Mama and Salim can both get a taste your mother's cunt juices.", he replied with an evil smile. Although I was enjoying whatever was happening up until this point, I certainly didn't want her to do something she wasn't comfortable in. And this sabziwala looked uglier than any low class man I'd ever seen.

Suddenly he said, "Hey, who's inside?" Both mine and my mother's hearts skipped a beat when he asked that. The sabziwala peered into the room and saw my mother standing there facing backwards. He gave a smirk and asked Nayan, "So you're hiding a bitch inside, are you? You should've said earlier. Mmmmm Hmmm. Are you going to have her all to yourself? Aren't you going to let your friends taste her?" The butcher looked back at my mother with a smile. I bet my mother's ears were getting warm hearing these low class people talking so cheaply about her and thinking that she's some common whore. I have to admit though, between the sabziwala's degrading words and Puchu constant pinching and stroking of my dick, I was starting to get hard again.

"No, not today. Today this slut will ease my cock's pain.", he said while ogling her. I could see that his crude words were affecting my mom as she was trembling like a leaf.

"Hmmm. What is that slut's age? She doesn't look too old.", the sabziwala said, while licking his own lips.

"40-45 maybe. When your fucking a slut, you shouldn't ask so many questions. That is why you've never had a woman other than your juiceless wife."

"Aahahah...that's true. So once you're done with her, can we take this whore for the night?" I could see that the sight of my mother's mature body had turned him on a lot. His eyes were fixed on her shapely figure and they were examining every inch of her hot body.

"We'll see. First I'll soothe the fire in her cunt. Then if anything's left of her when I'm done, then I'll bring her to you at night. She lives close by, so don't worry." With that, he bid farewell to his perverse low class friend and closed the door.

Now, he refocused his attention towards my mother. He walked up to her and gently holding her shoulder, he turned her around to face him. My mother was almost in tears as she pleaded, "Please, let me go. I beg you."

But Nayan wasn't going to have any of that now, especially when he felt he was in control. "Shut up, you fucking slut!", he yelled, causing my mother to become petrified. "Do what you're told! Then you might be able to derive some pleasure out of this as well." Saying that, he grabbed my mother's pallu and tossed it from her bosom. She made no attempts to stop him since she was utterly scared now.

Me and Puchu then watched as he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her over to him. He planted a kiss right on her lips again. They kissed very passionately for what seemed like hours, Nayan groping her beautiful body, making my mother moan like I had never heard before. He applied lots of pressure on her lips now and even more tongue. After a few minutes, their lips parted and Nayan found his way to her neck. He pushed her hair aside and kissed her on the neck. She gave a little gasp as he kissed, then sucked on it. He ran his tongue across her skin up into her ear.

The butcher then let his hands slide down and caress her butt cheeks over her sari. She threw her head back and pulled him closer, perhaps getting aroused again. Keeping it up, he kept squeezing her ass cheeks as his tongue drove her over the edge and beyond, her back arching as he worked his magic. My mother's mouth a gaping open and she was moaning continuously like a true whore. "Ahhhh ....Uhhhhh ....Ufffff", her moans were exciting both me and Puchu as well since we both began to pump our fists faster over each other's cocks.

The butcher then freed one head from her butt and began unfastening the hooks of my mom's blouse. As soon as they were open, he quickly asked my mother to take it off. To my surprise, my mother obeyed and hastily took off her blouse and tossed it on the bed beside them. The butcher was somewhat stunned seeing the size and beauty of my mother's half-naked breasts. Her huge milky whites were almost popping out of her brassiere. For nearly a minute, he kept staring at them while my mother's cheeks turned red.

"Please don't look at me like this. I feel so odd.", my mother coyly said.

"What great tits you're carrying, you fucking slut! How did you manage to grow such huge melons? Have you been fucked by a lot of men?", Nayan said while hungrily lapping her huge boobies with his eyes and staring straight into her deep cleavage.

My mother's cheeks became redder. "Please don't say such things. I'm a housewife of a good family."

"Housewives belonging to good homes are usually sluts.", he replied crudely.

Nayan then pulled her close and they kissed, while he ran his hands over her bra-covered boobs. My mom was nervous, but she was excited too, and she tried to let it show when she returned his kiss. He was able to trace her nipples over her bra and immediately pinched them!

"Mmmmmm.", my mother moaned in pain and pleasure, while her lips remained locked in the kiss. He then wrapped his arms around her and his fingers started exploring her smooth back. He was tracing the straps of her bra over her back and suddenly, when he found her bra clip, he unclipped it with one swift movement of his forefinger and thumb.

I could see my mother struggling to break the kiss, but this butcher wasn't letting her. He held her tightly and proceeded to remove her bra clean off her shoulders. One step at a time, he took one of her shoulder straps down. Then slowly, he took he other one down. Now, her white bra was only hanging due to support of her huge milk tanks. Nayan shoved his right hand between their mashed bodies and in one swoop, he pulled my mother's bra out from under her boobs and tossed it on the bed with the rest of her clothing. Thus, my sweet mature mother was now standing topless in front of this low class butcher!

Once her bra was ripped off her heaving chest, my mother's huge boobs bounced into view. She broke the kiss and quickly covered her naked breasts with both hands. The butcher's eyes widened when he saw her in that state, her tight beacons bulging out from the sides of her hands. "Uff baby! Move your hands. After all this has happened, you're acting like a good woman? Move you hand, I said!" , he shouted.

The loudness of his voice scared my mother. But she was still hesitant to remove her hands and show this low class man her mature mammies. Impatiently, the butcher marched up to her and forcibly grasped her hands away from her breasts!

Looking at Nayan's expression, one could clearly make out that he had never seen such m mamaries in his life. He kept staring at them with hungry eyes and also started to mildly stroke his cock over his lungi. "You slut! Your tits are huge! Such tight mammaries at such a mature age! I never thought I'd be lucky enough to see such milk tanks in my entire life."

My mom looked away. Although her eyes were closed, occasionally she kept stealing glances at the butcher's left hand as it gently caressed his cock that was now fully erect and was poking against his lungi. "Why are you looking at me like this? I'm a housewife of a noble household. I have a son. Let me go, please.", she said in a pleading voice.

Nayan came closer to my mom and started to gently rub her arm with his right hand, in an almost tickling manner. My sensitive mother trembled slightly owing to his cold touches. He then whispered, "Don't worry so much. No one will see you here. I just want to have some fun with you. I just want to enjoy you're naked body somewhat."

With his rough hand, the butcher then grasped my mother's breasts, squeezing them tight until she thought she would cry out. "Unghhhhh...Aieee!!!", she cried out in pain. With his other hand, he suddenly grasped her fleshy waist and pulled her closer, pressing her plump melons against his muscular bare chest. My mom's timid eyes were now looking into this low class man's lustful eyes. His shaft was now poking against her sari-covered thighs and indeed that was making her uncomfortable.

This scene was so erotic that both Puchu and I became slow in our pumping of each other's cocks, savoring the moment and waiting for more action to happen.

"I've reduced some of the burden that you were carrying with your blouse and bra. Now, it's time I reduce some of my own weights.", Nayan said. My mom had no idea what he was talking about, so he explained in the most crude manner that was befitting for a low-class butcher. "Do you want to see my dick?", he asked.

My mother was shocked and it showed on her face as sweat began to pour from her forehead. "Wh...What are you saying?", she said.

Without saying any more words, the butcher unwrapped his lungi and immediately his dick proudly came into view. His shaft was standing erect at nearly 7-inches and pointed straight at my mother's crotch.

My sweet innocent mom became speechless as she gawked at his erect manhood. I doubt she had ever seen someone else's member, other than my dad's, in her life.

"Tell me slut, do you like it?". My mother was so stupefied by the sheer size and thickness of this low-class butcher's cock that she couldn't utter a single word. "Is it bigger or smaller than your hubby." She kept quiet and her eyes were still fixed onto to the erect member.

"Say it, you whore!", he yelled, this time slapping her left tit hard with his right hand causing it to jiggle invitingly.

Jumping out of her trance and wincing in pain, she said, "Ooooohhhh...bigger...bigger! It's much bigger than my husband's!"

"Really?", he asked again in excitement.

Having to admit such a personal thing in front of an outsider - than too in front of a low class butcher - had to be the most embarrassing moment of her life. She shook her head in shame and said, "Yes. Really.".

"Touch my dick and then tell me!" This was the proverbial nail in the coffin. Although she had crossed a few barriers by being topless in front of this butcher, touching his cock would be the most taboo thing she had ever done. In her mind, I think, this was the equivalent of cheating on my dad. So, she kept her head low and her mouth shut.

"Did you hear what I said?", Nayan said in a rough voice, "Grab it and then tell me whose is bigger. Mine or ur husband's." I could tell my mother's resolve was weakening. Her closed fist slowly began to open. I guess the sight of such a manly pecker was beginning to overpower her sense of loyalty to her husband.

But Nayan was too impatient. After waiting for two-three minutes, he forcibly grabbed my mom's arm and laid it on his huge shaft. The feeling must have been sensational as I saw minimal protest from my mother when he did that. As a matter of fact, instead of removing her hand, she gripped the butcher's veiny manhood even tighter.

"So, who's bigger?", the butcher asked with an evil smile.

"Yo...Your's.", my mother replied as her cheeks turned pink. I was even shocked to see her as she moved her hand very slowly on Nayan’s cock.

This low class butcher couldn't wait any longer as he grabbed my mother's jutting boobs with both hands. He lowered his head, taking her nipple and part of her breast into his mouth, gently sucking. My mom arched her head back and closed her eyes, while pumping his erect member faster and harder. He alternated between right and left breasts, keeping her excited and on the edge.

Puchu began pumping my cock furiously now and I was returning the favor. We were really getting close to reaching a huge climax.

After nearly five minutes of this action, all three of us - the butcher, Puchu and me - spurted our loads. Our cum splattered across the wall while my mother's right hand was covered in the butcher's cum, straight up till her elbow. My mother too appeared to be shaking, probably due to the effects of the butcher's sucking that she had her own orgasm. They both almost collapsed on the bed beside them.

Nayan then looked at my mother and smiled, "It's been a long time since I released this much cum. I've never seen a babe like you. From today onwards, you'll come to me whenever you're free so that we can both alleviate our bodily desires. Understood?"

My mother didn't answer the question. She simply asked, "Shall I go now?"

"First tell me. Will you come?"

"I'll try."

The butcher gave a triumphant smile. "Then go now." My mom quickly wiped off the excess cum from her hand with the bedsheet and started to gather her clothes. But her bra was missing. She looked questioningly at Nayan who held it with his finger and said with an evil smile, "Let this remain with me. Every night I'll sniff it and then masturbate thinking of you." My mom's cheeks became instantly red with shame when he said that. Seeing no other option, she quickly wore her blouse and somehow draped her saree over her body.

I too wore my pants, alongwith with Puchu and we almost ran towards the shop.

When I saw my mother, her hair was a mess and her blouse was wet. Her saree seemed like it would fall off any moment. "Let's go home!"

The meat was already packed and I quickly grabbed it from Puchu, who winked at me on the way out. Then we both left for our house.

Unknown to us, someone other than our servant had been waiting for us there, at home.