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Hanky

By: sirajahmed10



She was Kalpana. She was an elegant, learned, ravishing and mature lady in her late twenties. She was a graduate with History as her majors. She was happily married to Vijay, an upcoming executive in a major IT industry. They were in the seventh year of their blissful life.

Vijay, being an executive was out of station most of the time. He was a hard working person who had a vision of reaching the top. Kalpana helped him in every way possible to see him reach his goal. She spent many a sleepless nights when he was out of town.

They lived in a small cozy place. They were childless. Both craved for a child but God had yet to shower his mercy upon them. Kalpana had recently opted to pursue her studies further and read for her Doctorate in Ancient Indian History. Vijay had encouraged her and totally supported her ambition.

One day Vijay came home bubbling with joy while Kalpana too was waiting for him enthusiastically. Both were anxious to convey news and it was Vijay who blurted out 'I have been selected to go overseas.'

Kalpana was very excited to hear this and hugged and kissed him, telling him how proud she was of him and for him.

When their joint excitement had calmed a little, Kalpana shyly said Vijay, you are going to be a dad soon'. Vijay looked shocked, hardly believing this wonderful news. He held her close, kissing her eyes, her cheeks and told her of his deep love for her. He was thrilled more than he could say but realized he must make plans for while he was away.

This was to change the very structure of their lives. As Kalpana was pregnant Vijay could not leave her alone. He decided that she would have to stay with his mother. Kalpana happily agreed and she looked forward to be with Ashik, Vijay's younger brother and his mother.

Ever since Kalpana married Vijay she had cultivated a strong affection for her mother and a brotherly rapport with Ashik. Ashik was more like a friend than a brother. They all enjoyed each others company and were most disappointed when Vijay and Kalpana had moved to their own house.

On Kalpana's arrival Ashik was happy to have friend, whilst Vijay's mother, Madhuri, was glad to have a companion. Vijay was relieved that she would be in his mother's care and everything looked fine; soon it was time for Vijay to depart.

The day Vijay was to leave he called Ashik to his room and, handing him a wad of currency, asked him to take care of his mother and Kalpana. Ashik felt honored at having been given a big responsibility but before he could reply to his brother Kalpana shot back. 'I feel it ought to be the other way round, he is still a child' she joked. Hearing it while Ashik frowned, Vijay smiled. He felt sure that they would take care of each other and that is precisely what happened.

Next morning Kalpana woke in her new surroundings. Hers house was very old and lacked the basic amenities. Though the bedrooms were spacious, they were devoid of attached bathrooms. The house had only two bathrooms, one of the ground floor, which her mother-in-law used and the other on the first floor, which had to be shared by both Kalpana and Ashik.

After finishing her bath when Kalpana came down, her mother affectionately looked up at her and they started preparing the breakfast. Ashik strode in and extended a helping hand to them. Soon all three sat together for breakfast and Kalpana was overjoyed with the love and affection she received from both of them.

The next morning, Ashik saw Kalpana coming gracefully down looking pretty in a golden yellow sari. On reaching him Kalpana gave him a broad smile, which made Ash's heart leap with love. He returned the smile and asked 'did you sleep well?'

Kalpana replied 'so so' and entered the kitchen merrily. Ashik was pleased to see her happy. After breakfast, as he was about to leaved for his office, Kalpana gave him a list of toiletries fro him to buy. Ashik had to spend an hour shopping and this resulted in his reaching home late. He was surprised to see Kalpana waiting for him at the door. This act suddenly changed the degree of love between them.

Soon fifteen days passed and during this period Ashik was gradually changing as many small instances occurred, which were misleading and soon they mounted up. One day as Ashik was standing besides the stairs, a whiff of aroma made him look up and he was flabbergasted to see Kalpana striding down the stairs with her sari sweeping wide, exposing her legs up to her inner thighs. Seeing them he stood rooted to the spot and as Kalpana passed him, he eyes followed her.

He stood looking at the passing figure and when he saw the impression of her thighs and buttocks sway in the thin sari it gave his body a jolt. When Kalpana moved out of sight, he instinctively followed her into the kitchen and as he was mentally undressing her body Kalpana turned and was surprised to see him staring down at her.

Ashik moved away in a hurry which puzzled her a little. She then shrugged herself and went on with her work. Later as she saw him deeply engrossed in the newspaper, she went closer to him and brushing his hair with her hand said 'breakfast is ready'.

As Kalpana was setting the table his eyes took to her body. Shielding behind the paper, they roamed over the shape and mould of her breasts and also they sneaked in a preview of her midriff, which was enchanting to look at.

Kalpana did not see him looking down at her and as she bent across the table her sari slid a little from her chest, allowing Ashik's eyes to gaze at the contours of her breasts, snuggled in the soft texture of her blouse. By the time Kalpana finished arranging the table Ashik eyes had caressed every part of her body and he started to recollect the small incidences which had taken place earlier.

The first thing that came into his mind was the instance when he had complained to his mother about his headache and Kalpana had come forward to apply the ointment. His body had shivered when she had rubbed the cream over his forehead. In the next case when he had come home from office drenched, Kalpana was there with a towel in her hand. Though he did not allow her to dry him, he felt as though she wanted to dry him and this made him go red in face.

As Kalpana was eager to take care of him, she sometimes was very clumsy. On most occasions while she handed him either a spoon or a cup or a napkin, he felt her fingers touch his. Sometimes in her hurry she even brushed his body with hers. All this was accidental but as Ashik's mind misinterpreted them, they started to mount up and today after seeing her exposed thighs, he was aroused. To add to this, as he was about to leave for office, she asked him to take her out in the evening.

At office Ashik was wondering what she meant by it? It was still lingering in his mind when he came home early and was amazed to see her dressed in tight pants with a loose top. This added fuel to the fire as he thought she had dressed up provocatively to impress him.

The moment Ashik came down after having a wash Kalpana entwined an arm under his and dragged him out of the house. Ashik was dazed, having her so close to him he struggled to adjust his swelling manhood. The fading light of the evening helped him a little in his moment of awkwardness. Soon they boarded a bus and when Ashik sat next to her, his thighs brushed hers all the way. Ashik enjoyed the feel of her warm thighs upon his till Kalpana turned and nuzzling closer said 'take me to the Library'.

Hearing those words Ashik lost his enthusiasm. His mind envisaged some scenes which were now out of the question. He realized that he had jumped to conclusions very fast. As the cold reality hit him, he took it in his stride and waited for an opportunity to come his way. He took advantage of sitting next to her and whenever he got the opportunity his eyes looked down at her petite breasts juggling inside the loose top.

He kept peeping at them whenever he got the chance till they reached the Library and as Kalpana strode inside his eyes were riveted on her orbs swaying in her soft tight pants. Ashik clearly saw the impression of her figure from behind and this again made him get excited.

Kalpana after collecting books again entangled her arm with Ashik's before they moved out. Ashik was uncomfortable for a few moments and then bracing himself, he went inside the nearby café dragging Kalpana with him. This delighted Kalpana and she suddenly hugged him. This again tormented Ashik.

Kalpana was so full of life that she behaved like a child in the café. Ashik kept watching her actions. He could not understand her actions at all. He was seeing her from a different angle and all her actions were misleading. Soon they finished eating and left for home. On the way back, Ashik sat close to her feeling the warmness radiating from her body.

The next morning Ashik was up early and stood waiting for Kalpana to walk down the stairs. The wait of ten minutes rewarded him in the form of a lithe Kalpana coming down the stairs drying her wet hair with a towel. Today her movements were restrained and Ashik was not able to see what he had seen earlier, but still looking at a radiant Kalpana brought life to his face and he sported a big smile.

Kalpana reciprocated the smile before moving to the kitchen. Ashik followed her to the kitchen and when he was close enough he took a deep breath inhaling the fragrance from her body. Kalpana saw him taking a deep breath and she quizzed him with her eyes. 'It's beautiful' he replied inhaling again and before she could speak he left the room. At that moment her mother entered the room and joined Kalpana in finishing her morning chores.

At the dining table Ashik was pleased to hear when Kalpana requested him to take her out to the fort. Kalpana looked at her mothers and said that it was mandatory to go in connection with her project. Madhuri, her mother-in-law readily accepted and Ashik was thrilled to be in her company the whole of Sunday.

After breakfast, the excused themselves and went their way to get ready. While Ashik wore sturdy jeans and T shirt, Kalpana was attired in a soft white flowing skirt with a light green top. At that moment poor Kalpana did not know that this very dress would create a flutter and change her life.

They both reached the fort in quick time and Kalpana went looking for important view points and scribbled down notes, while Ashik took the pleasure of looking at her leisurely. Kalpana was totally engrossed in her essay and slowly they trekked to the top. On reaching the top, Ashik pointed to the breath taking view which presented before their eyes and Kalpana who saw it for the first time stood admiring it.

It was then that the wind started to blow. At first Kalpana was thrilled to be in its way and when it started gaining momentum, things went off the track. Standing at the top, Kalpana loved the cool breeze blowing at her dress and when she was enjoying it, it intensified and ballooned up her dress. Ashik who was standing in front of her saw the dress being lifted from her feet. He saw her pretty ankles, then slowly the curve of her legs was exposed and as the dress climbed up, he saw more of her legs.

Kalpana saw him eyeing at her exposed legs and she suddenly straightened her dress but it had a worse effect as it got glued to her body like a second skin and Ashik who was eyeing her, clearly saw the shape of her legs, thighs right up to the top of her mound. Kalpana was mystified as she felt nude standing in front of him and when she turned to hide from him, she exposed her buttocks in a more lewd manner as the dress became trapped between the orbs of her buttocks, showing the erotic shape of them very clearly.

It was just the beginning and as Kalpana was holding on to her skirt, her loose top started to balloon up and it climbed, revealing her bare back to him and the loose material got entangled over her face covering her eyes. She was shocked as she could not see anything and when she lifted one hand to uncover her eyes, she made the greatest mistake. By lifting her hand she was unable to hold the skirt with the other one and it suddenly puffed up not only exposing her legs but to a great extent her thighs too.

Ashik stood watching all this with fervor in his eyes. Kalpana saw him looking down at her exposed state and she cried out for help. Ashik came forward and hesitatingly thrust his hand inside her dress and catching the hem of her skirt he pulled it down. As Ashik pulled the skirt down, the air inside it made it blow up and to gush out the air, he placed his hands over her mid thighs and dragging her body closer to his he slid his hands from her thighs down to her ankles. 

While gushing out the air, he had felt her from her thighs down to the ankles and this made him feel excited. Ashik then moved his hands up again and holding her by the waist he pulled her strongly to his body. The moment he lifted his hands up, her dress started to rise again, and to avoid it, he held her in his arms and turned round. They struggled for a few moments in this fashion and as it did not help them much, he gathered Kalpana in his arms and carrying her he ran down to a safer place.

As Ashik carried Kalpana in his arms, she put her hands across his neck and held him tightly. He gripped her body firmly in his arms and Kalpana being held in his muscular arms started to get excited. Her body was plastered to his and this made her get aroused. By the time they reached a safer place, she being bundled in his arms, felt the moistness creeping between her thighs.

At last Ashik reached a safer place. He stood panting holding her in his arms, and when Kalpana realized the strain he had taken, she kissed him on his cheeks thanking him for his hard work. Ashik was delighted to receive the peck on his cheek and before putting her down he kissed her back impulsively. On being kissed, Kalpana gave him a wide eyed look which brought a big smile on his face and as he tried to grasps her, she slipped out of his reach and ran down.

That was the beginning.

They reached hone late in the evening and as Kalpana was about to enter the house, Ashik caught her by her hand. Kalpana stood mystified and when she turned to face him, he presented his cheek for a kiss. Kalpana was awed by his gesture and in re-conciliation she kissed the hand which had held her and conceded a big smile before moving in. Ashik was immensely pleased with the outcome of the day and he stood there visualizing the events which had taken place before his eyes. He felt elevated to be a part of it.

At supper time both Kalpana and Ashik kept glancing at each other from the corner of their eyes. Madhuri's presence disturbed them, as their glances were obvious. Finally when it was time for Kalpana to go up to her room, she avoided having an eye contact with Ashik.

Once safely tucked in her room, Kalpana recapped all the happenings of the day and when she came to the part wherein Ashik had lifted her in his arms, she started to get stimulated and her thighs grew slippery. This had a very motivating effect on her and when she was on the brink of enjoyment, it suddenly dawned upon her that it was wrong on her part and it put her in a deep thought.

Kalpana spent the night restlessly. She was in a dilemma. Though she was very religious, she was contemplating the circumstances that were present before her. The first thing that came to her mind was the absence of her husband and second important factor was the strength and stamina Ashik possessed. He was far; more solidly built than her husband and this attracted her towards him. Finally she resolved to loosen up a little (not go very deep) and take advantage of the circumstances.

The next morning Ashik saw a beaming Kalpana come down the stairs and his gaze was well directed at her hidden charms without any fear of her observing it. Kalpana's eyes followed his stare and she slowly goaded her body to sway a little. Ashik did not see it as he was mesmerized looking down at her midriff, which was the most alluring part of her body which was left uncovered.

He did not pull his eyes away till she came down and crossed over to the kitchen. Kalpana on entering the kitchen still felt his stare upon her body. She started to get excited. She felt like taunting him a little. As she was contemplating to slide her sari down a little from her waist, she saw her mother coming out of her room. This alone prevented her from showing off.

Later at the breakfast table, while serving him Kalpana moved behind him and started to curl his hair with her fingers. She kept toying with his hair until Ashik finished his breakfast and as he got up and tried to catch her, she again slipped out of his reach. Ashik did not follow her as his mother was present and when it was time for him to leave he called out for Kalpana to fetch him a hankie. Kalpana was shocked to hear him call her and as she stood wondering Madhuri incited her to go.

Kalpana got hold of a hankie of hers and as she went to the door she saw Ashik standing there beaming at her. Kalpana moved closer, twisting and curling the hankie in her hand and as Ashik tried to take it, she jerked it out of his reach. She then looked straight into his eyes and enquired 'why did you call me'?

Ashik smiled at her and replied 'I want a hanky'. Hearing it she moved closer and dangling the hankie before him said, 'only this.' Her eyes questioned him provocatively?

As soon as she had uttered it, Ashik grabbed the hankie from her and dipping his face down he placed a moist kiss on her cheeks. Kalpana was stunned by his response and before she could recover from the pleasant shock, he had moved a distance away. He then turned and smiling at her, blew many more kisses before he faded out of her vision.

Kalpana stood watching him blowing kisses and as he drifted out of her sight she reciprocated by blowing him one. She suddenly felt blissful and holding her cheek on which he had planted a kiss, she moved inside the house. Once free inside, she sat and wondered where this was all leading to? And in answer to her own question, she resolved that it would be safe as far as kisses were concerned and when the time approached to proceed further she ought to be careful. Dreaming about the kisses she spent her day in a blissful manner.

Evening as it was time for Ashik to return home, Kalpana was waiting for him at the door. Ashik was surprised to see her standing there and as he was about to step in, Kalpana blocked his entrance and held out her hand. Ashik was puzzled and he whispered 'what do you want'?

'My hankie' she replied in the tone. Ashik was delighted to hear it and when he gave it to her she quipped back 'what about my fee'? Ashik was really puzzled to hear this and when he enquired 'what fee', she presented her cheek and asked for a kiss. Ashik was excited to see her gleaming face demanding a kiss and on stepping closer he planted a delicate moist kiss on her cheek.

Kalpana was enchanted when he kissed her and on turning her face she brushed his cheeks with her lips. Ashik felt elated on the contact of her soft lips on is cheeks and wanting more, he grabbed Kalpana by her shoulders. Kalpana feeling his solid hands grip her shoulders started to get excited. And before she could go down her knees in ecstasy, she struggled out of his grip and holding his cheeks at arm length, she caressed them. Ashik was amused with this outcome and he happily let her go.

Kalpana did not stop there. At every possible chance she tried to tease him. She always held the upper hand as she was very sharp and witty. She used to poke him at his ribs, or smear cream on his face or try to dishevel his hair. She carried on with her pranks and once when she was on the verge of smearing oil on his face Ashik caught both her hands and pulled her to him. 


Hanky Panky



Like many women, Daphne Cole admired men's asses. Not just any man's ass, of course. She was discriminating in regard to which butts she found admirable as opposed to appalling. She liked firm, compact buttocks, and they had to be sleek. Any hair eliminated them from her consideration, as did a pimple or any other blemish. She also wanted buoyancy in her man's bottom, but not at the cost of firmness. A small, tight pair of ass cheeks that were shapely without being feminine were what she looked for in a man, as she discretely ogled their rear ends through their jeans.

When she spied a likely bottom, she'd drop the proverbial hanky, and when her Prince Charming retrieved it for her, she'd thank him with a smile and a pat on the butt. The latter gesture was more than a little forward, she knew, but no man had ever complained, and no real man, she felt confident, ever would do so.

The pat was a means of displaying her fetish for men's asses, but it was also a way to further assess the density, smoothness, and firmness of his bottom. If she liked what she'd seen (and felt), Daphne would take matters a step further. "I'm a photographer," she'd tell her quarry, "and I'm doing a series for Bottoms Up, a soft porn magazine devoted to a man's best asset--his ass. Would you be interested in posing?" Invariably, the men were interested, even after she made it clear that "the magazine offers no remuneration; payment is in copies only, upon publication."

Her statement was only half true: she was a professional photographer, all right, but Bottoms Up didn't exist and, therefore, there would be no remuneration, even in the form of future free copies of the publication. By the time her mark realized her deceit, however, she'd have moved on--to find her next mark.

She lied by way of omission, too, refraining from mentioning that her imaginary photo shoot was to feature both her spanking of his ass and her pegging of him with a strap-on dildo. A girl, she told herself, had to have a few secrets. A man might readily agree to be photographed in the nude, but some men would draw the line at being spanked, and even more would refuse to take an artificial cock up his ass. A man had to be persuaded gradually, one step at a time.

In Daphne's experience, though, which was extensive, most men eventually did surrender their asses, both to be spanked and to be fucked. Indeed, just as some men contended all women liked to be ravished, she believed that most (maybe all) men, regardless of how masculine or macho they might be, enjoyed submitting to a woman, liked being spanked, and enjoyed being fucked in the ass by a woman who wore a latex prick that was thicker, longer, and firmer by far than many of its fleshly counterparts would prove to be.

Occasionally, Daphne shot her subjects outdoors, in a forest, in a meadow, beside a river, or under a highway overpass. Most of the time, though, she photographed them indoors, in a hotel suite's bedroom, living room, or kitchen. Sometimes, she made a man wear a frilly pink or lavender apron, adding a feather duster (handheld or inserted into his ass) as a prop.

A feminized man was a handsome man, she thought. She found gender bending erotic, especially when it was she who played the mistress and her subject had an especially superb ass. Other times, she strove simply to capture the highly charged juxtaposition of empowered femininity, represented by herself, and subjugated masculinity, represented by her male model and his spanked or impaled bottom.

The first thing she did was to get her session's subject to sign a contract. It looked all proper and legal, of course, but it was fraudulent, because Daphne, who signed the papers with an assumed name, had no intention of executing the terms set forth by the agreement. The papers were simply a prop, designed to make the photo shoot seem authentic. It was a nice touch, she thought, and helped to set her mark's mind at rest concerning the legitimacy and even the respectability, perhaps, of what he was doing.

Signing the papers also had the effect of putting him in the frame of mind of a professional model, which made him more willing to follow her directions without questions and with enthusiasm. "Although this session is unpaid," Daphne would often tell the men, "your appearance in Bottoms Up could lead to a modeling career or even to a career in television or the movies, as it has for some of the men who've appeared in the magazine."

After asking her "model" whether he had any questions (most did not), Daphne invited him to remove his clothing. After he'd done so, she would shoot a hundred or so pictures of him, in various poses. She made sure that she took some photos of him on his elbows and knees, legs spread, with his balls dangling between his sinewy thighs. The sight of a man's testicles suspended between his legs always got her pussy wet.

She found such a sight one of the most erotic she'd ever seen, and, as she took picture after picture of him in this position, to keep as souvenirs, she imagined herself, kneeling between his muscular calves, a dildo strapped to her groin, ready to penetrate him anally. Her cunt would usually flood at such visions, her juices pouring, rather than merely trickling, down her thighs. Down, girl! she would reprimand herself, adding the assurance that the act she'd just imagined would happen, because she'd make it happen, but all in good time.

After she had taken pictures of him on his tummy, ass flat or elevated; pictures from behind, of him squatting; pictures of his ass in profile; pictures of his buttocks foreshortened by her photographing them from the floor, as she lay upon her back; and as many other pictures of his glorious backside, from as many other angles and in as many other positions as she could envision, Daphne would advise him that the set of photos she was shooting was to include pictures of him being spanked--by her.

Sometimes, this announcement would be met with questions or mild protests; in the end, though, the "model" invariably complied with the requirement, and Daphne would enter the frame, having already set up a tripod-mounted camera across the room that she could operate by remote control. In addition, she filmed the spanking session with a video camera that she'd set up in secret.

She usually started with the man over her knee, his firm, but buoyant, smooth bottom facing the camera as she delivered twelve quick, hard slaps to either buttock to redden the pale flesh, putting blossoms in his cheeks. She loved to watch the flattened palm of her hand collide with the firm-soft cushions of his buttocks, flattening one and then the other cheek as her hand fell hard across his backside, leaving its pink imprint upon his astonished flesh.

She loved the sharp report, loud in the otherwise silent environment. She loved the way he would lurch forward, but to no avail, the front of his thighs trapped against the side of her own upper leg. She also enjoyed, tremendously, the soft groan he would emit on occasion as she fanned his fanny. Most of all, though, she was delighted by the spectacle of his helplessness and of her dominance.

Spanking a man who was taller and stronger than she made her feel bigger and more powerful, not only than she actually was, but also bigger and more powerful than the male whom she'd forced to submit to her authority. Each pink or red discoloration of his pale buttocks proved her dominance, and each imprint of her dainty hand upon his squirming bottom demonstrated her superiority.

After having delivered the two dozen slaps across his ass with her palm, Daphne, ordering her subject to remain in place, took a paddle in hand, and delivered twice this number of strokes, hard and fast, to his quivering buttocks. The man would writhe and twist, moan and groan, and begin to plead for mercy by the time she neared the completion of this portion of his punishment, but Daphne was without mercy.

She had no doubt that pain was a fire in his trembling bottom, that his cries of anguish were real, and that his pleas for mercy were sincere. However, she was just as convinced that, on a deeper level, he enjoyed the physical pain and suffering, just as he delighted in the emotional misery that his humiliation inspired. At heart, she was persuaded, all men were pussies. They wanted to be controlled, even beaten, by women. They wanted to be humiliated and shamed and reduced to quivering, whimpering crybabies.

The paddle rose and fell in a blur, striking first one cheek and then the other, alternating back and forth so that neither buttock was favored (or spared), and his bottom became red where it was not pink and purple where it was not red. A few slight contusions added a satisfyingly rich, ripe purple to his ass, as if, among the strawberries and cherries, a few plump plums had been added to the mix.

Halfway through the paddling, Daphne changed tactics, concentrating the impacts of the paddle's wooden blade upon the same cheek, as she delivered ten or twelve resounding blows to the same battered buttock. In the silence of the environment, the cracks of wood against muscle and flesh sounded like gunshots. Her "model" lurched and leaped, cajoled and begged, whined and whimpered, each of his cries and entreaties music to his punisher's ears.

They did not elicit mercy from Daphne, though. Quite the contrary! She redoubled her efforts as she spanked his other ass cheek, striking the red-and-purple buttock with rapid, forceful blows that, at last, elicited not only sniffs, but sobs, from the unfortunate male who lay across her lap, his cock thick and stiff with undisguised arousal from the pummeling that his buttocks were receiving and, Daphne had no doubt, by the welter of conflicting emotions--passion, humiliation, shame, lust, helplessness, vulnerability, and adoration--that filled his mortified and anguished soul.

"Get up!" she ordered.

Quickly, her subject rose, and she saw what, a moment ago, she had been able only to feel: his cock was thick and rigid, his balls high and tight within the smooth pouch of his risen scrotum. On some level deeper than that of physical pain, he was enjoying his plight. She smiled at his erection, which was proof positive of his visceral and emotional enjoyment of his status as a mere thing subject to her will, to her authority, to her power. His cock, impressive as it was, was merely flesh, though, she thought; soon enough, he would feel a much firmer, more resolute, if artificial, version of his own manhood buggering his ass.

First, though, he should taste the strap, she thought.

"Kneel, facing the couch," she commanded.

Sniffing and trying to control the flow of tears that threatened their release, he obeyed.

"Bend forward," she demanded, "as far as you can."

When he'd followed her directions, she seized his genitals, tugging them backward and down, so that both his cock and his balls hung between his massive, muscular thighs, like ornaments, the way she liked them.

She exchanged her paddle for a razor strop. Raising the leather band high overhead, she brought it down, in a swift and merciless arc, across his enflamed buttocks, and her subject screamed as he tried to fling himself forward, half-turning as if he were intent upon avoiding more of the same.

"Move again," she warned, "and a dozen strokes shall be added to the number you're already destined to receive."

Destined? he thought. That was an odd word. He wasn't destined to receive any--

--the next lash of the strop obliterated his thought in a blinding flash of searing pain. He screamed again, but managed, through an extreme exercise of will, to refrain from twisting aside.

The leather came at his bottom with a great whooshing sound behind it, stinging his ass anew, and the pain flashed through his beleaguered bottom as if it would consume him, instantly and completely.

Again, the strop flashed forward and down, across his bottom, the cheeks of which were decorated now with a flurry of bruises which, Daphne thought, looked beautiful among the red and purple patches of his discolored backside. She struck him again and again, each rapid lash of the leather furrowing the cheeks of his ass. His buttocks, however, retained their resilience, even after a dozen of the cruel strokes, bouncing back to fullness so that the next vicious impact--and the next and the next--could again part the stinging flesh before it.

After another dozen lashes, Daphne set the razor strop aside, admiring his bruised flesh, decorated with welts and angry red ridges. There were even a couple of lacerations, from which beads of blood seeped, to adorn his backside, as if they were rubies wrought of his anguish.

"Back onto the carpet," she ordered, "on your elbows and knees, legs spread wide."

He complied with her order, and she smiled at the sight of his battered and bruised buttocks, testaments, both, of her superior status, of her power and authority, of her dominance and control over him, her subject. Her cunt was a river.

"For the next set of photographs," she announced, "I will require some special equipment. Remain where you are while I retrieve it."

What was coming next? he wondered. A riding crop? A bamboo cane? A bullwhip? He never should have agreed to model for these photographs. He never should have signed the contract. A modeling career--hell, even a career in television or film--wasn't worth the pain and the humiliation he'd already endured, and, even if it was, he wasn't sure that he could handle any more punishment.

His heart, like his cock and balls, however, disagreed with his brain. Just as Daphne believed, on a level much deeper than rationality, he found that he was excited by being dominated by a woman and that he actually enjoyed being humiliated and spanked and told what to do by a member of the supposedly weaker and gentler sex. 

It remained to be seen as to whether he would take pleasure in whatever additional cruelty Daphne had in store for him next, though, he thought. He felt queasy. There were butterflies in his stomach and, more tellingly, in his groin. His testicles seemed alive with buzzing activity within, and his scrotum seemed to crawl with invisible insects. It was trepidation, he realized, as his penis began to shrink and dwindle and his scrotum to loosen. He was afraid--afraid of a woman! Afraid, he realized, of what she might do to him next--no, not "might do," but would do.

He'd had enough. He wouldn't endure any more punishment or torment. He wouldn't--but he would. He would keep his mouth shut, and he'd do as he was told, regardless of what was required of him, whether submission to a riding crop, a bamboo cane, or a bullwhip. If she wanted him to eat her pussy or suck her ass, he'd be more than happy to comply. If she wanted to sit on his face and smother him with her--

"I'm wearing a strap-on dildo, bitch," she informed him as she returned. "According to the manufacturer, it's eight inches of 'blistering pink. . . power on a belt,' a 'solid jelly,' artificial erection with a perfectly molded head, complete with vein-etched shaft and pendulous balls. It juts from my groin at just the right location and is held securely in place by a ring attached to the front of its leather harness, which straps between my legs and around my waist. I'm going to fuck you in the ass with my woman's cock until you can't take it anymore, bitch, and then I'm going to fuck you some more, harder and faster, without mercy.."

Bitch! Again, she had used that word to describe him, to feminize him, to unman him verbally, just as she would feminize and unman him physically and sexually in a moment, reducing him to an androgynous creature who, despite his cock and balls and no matter how often or copiously he ejaculated semen filled with sperm, would forever after be as much a woman as he was a man, as much feminine as he was masculine. In part, he was horrified concerning the transformation that was about to take place, but he was also delighted--and, yes, aroused--by it as well. He found that he wanted this new status, this new existence, this new twilight, half-and-half life as a man who was also a woman.

Something cold and clammy was rubbed between his buttocks and over--and into--his asshole, a lubricating cream or lotion, he guessed, and, inwardly, he cringed, knowing that she was preparing to penetrate him. He wondered whether she would also lubricate the shaft of the artificial penis before she entered him with it. Probably, she would, he thought, but he found that his uncertainty with regard to this matter upset him; it was disquieting.

The sleek flesh of her firm outer thighs brushed past his inner thighs as she knelt behind him on the floor. There was a moment's pause, and then something cool and utterly smooth, something cylindrical and firm, slid between his bruised and battered buttocks, parting the red-and-purple cheeks as it advanced, its rounded tip pressing resolutely against the tiny, tight opening to his rectum. Involuntarily, his buttocks compressed, and she dealt him a viscous slap. "Don't fucking resist me, bitch!" she ordered.

He relaxed his buttocks, and he felt the artificial cock force open his anus. It slid through the ring of muscle, inch after inch of its smooth cylindrical length penetrating him until, at last, all eight inches of the dildo having vanished within his rectum, he felt the cool, firm, fake, but realistic, testicles press against his perineum through the slightly wrinkled contours of their molded scrotum.

She was in, all the way in, possessing him as a man took ownership of a woman he'd penetrated. It felt glorious he thought, to lose his masculinity to her, to surrender his manhood to her, to be conquered by a woman who used him as if he were a female who had been created but to be penetrated, to be occupied, and to be assaulted. "Fuck me!" he wanted to cry, but he knew better, sensing that he must remain silent, enduring what she administered without question, complaint, protest, or even exultation. She had reduced him to a mere object--or objects--cock, balls, anus, rectum--to use and abuse as she saw fit, and objects did not praise or celebrate, any more than they criticized or condemned, the use or abuse to which they were put.

Having been penetrated, his impaled anus began to flex, contracting violently about the invading dildo. His asshole fluttered frantically, as if in a desperate, but vain, effort to expel the trespassing "organ." He was mortified beyond simple shame; he felt as if his soul had been wrung out by Daphne's piercing of his buttocks with her artificial cock. He felt as if his manhood had been denied, even destroyed, by this simple act of phallic penetration. He mourned the loss of his virility, of his masculinity, of his maleness.

At the same time, though, he welcomed this outrageous usurpation of his manliness, this feminization of his person, this unmanning of himself, for Daphne, in treating him as if he were a woman, had, in some real and enduring sense, actually accomplished this transformation of him, making him, if not fully a woman, something that was also less than a man. He was a new creature, somewhere between the two extremes of sex, a hermaphrodite, androgynous and genderless, a member of neither the masculine nor the feminine, but of the neuter, gender. The fluttering of his anus subsided as his body, like his mind, accepted his fate.

The lubricant she'd applied to his ass and anus (and, he hoped, to her phallus) eased the way of the massive dildo, but its utterly smooth surface and its cylindrical shape also made penetration and intercourse fairly easy, he realized, as the dildo slid back, through his anus, before plunging home again, penetrating him anew as she drove the artificial cock deep into his rectum.




Hanky Spanky in a Hotel Room



Once a week, my husband and I have sex. Usually on a Sunday. He'll roll onto his side and snuggle up behind me. His hand will move under my vest top and locate my tits. He'll cup them and squeeze the nipples until they harden. The he moves his hand downwards, slides in front of my pubis and inserts a finger into my vagina. He'll rub and stroke me until I'm wet then he either pulls me on top of him or he tells me to get onto my hands and knees -- that's his particular favourite. From there, he can pull my hips hard against him and manipulate my body so that it moves at the exact pace he likes. 

When it's over, he drops fluttery kisses on my back in gratitude, reminding me of that age old saying -- 'women use sex to get affection and men use affection to get sex'. Then it is all over for another week.

I am faceless and nameless in this exchange. A convenient hole, who never turns him down. The ironic part of the whole process is that I have a much higher sex drive, but it is futile to try and change our situation. Occasionally, my attempts to initiate sex at different times/places work -- most of the time they don't and I feel rejected and a little bit dirty. Those early lessons from adolescence -- that men are sex mad or that naturally they have the higher sex drive -- have remained with the two of us. It is a fiction we silently preserve. 

As my years have increased, so too has my sex drive. What used to be messy, uncomfortable and unpleasant is now the fantasy that absorbs a great deal of my thoughts. My sexual past is varied -- my first partner liked blow jobs and the sex with him hurt every time because I wasn't turned on enough but too inexperienced to know better. I gritted my teeth and bore it. My most rewarding experiences were with a married man. I started my sexual relationship with him in the usual way -- faking my orgasms, pretending that I could come through penetration alone. Then I stopped faking it. He was anxious to please me so I lay back and let him. He would kiss me, slip fingers into me and stroke me for as long as it took (sometimes a great deal of time; the female orgasm can be elusive). 

The real orgasm made me scream -- the long slow build up, the panic that makes you beg someone not to stop, the glorious peak that lasts mere seconds, the shuddering spasms as it ends -- and brought on contractions that I liked to feel, sticking my fingers into my vagina and feeling the tightening grip of them. Then I wanted penetration, the brutality of a thrusting cock -- and he had that in abundance. When he was hard, his cock was huge -- uncomfortably sore at times, but he came quickly once he was in me so I forgave him.

I dream of seduction and frequent male arousal. A year ago, I stayed overnight in a Travel Lodge as I had a meeting in London first thing. I didn't get there until late -- one hour until closing time. I ordered a glass of wine and sat at the bar with a book. I had no intentions of doing anything other than finishing off my wine and then going to bed alone. The barman -- he couldn't have been more than 22 -- chatted to me, bored I think with his Tuesday night shift -- and I moved our conversation up a notch so that before he realised it he was flirting with me. 

He was tall and wiry with dark hair, blue eyes and pale skin and a soft Northern Irish accent. I changed my body language, I leaned into him, I licked my lips and crossed and uncrossed my legs several times. I am not beautiful and far from physically perfect, but I can look into someone's eyes and send out a signal that we could have a great time in bed. It's subtle and very effective. As drink up time approached, he looked momentarily nervous and in a rush, having already established that I was staying in the hotel and by myself, asked if I wanted another glass of wine in my room. With him.

I felt my nipples stiffen and a rush of blood to my groin. My stomach signalled its appreciation, my knickers fizzed and I tilted my head and nodded. To be discreet, I went up first and he joined me ten minutes later. I'd rushed into the room, tidied up the mess of my spilled out suitcase, brushed my teeth and given myself a quick wash between my legs. 

I was shaking when he came in, holding two glasses and a bottle of wine. He put the glasses down and grabbed me to him. It was a long time since I'd been kissed so thoroughly. I could feel a rock hard cock jabbing into my stomach through our clothes and the hand not tipping the back of my head up to his face had a firm hold of my bottom, squeezing it from time to time. I stopped kissing him, my breath coming in ragged and he pushed me towards the bed. 

His hands went to my shirt and he began unbuttoning it. He undid my bra and laid me down on my back. His mouth moved downwards, from my mouth to my nipples. When his lips closed over the left one (the one that's pierced), I thought I might come then and there. I stroked his gorgeous thick hair and then wiggled down a bit to try to unfasten his trousers, but he stopped me and kissed me, little fluttery wispy things down the centre line of my body. By now he was kneeling on the floor between my legs and unfastening my trousers. He pushed my hips up so he could get them, my tights and knickers off in one smooth movement. I admired it -- the move of a practised Lothario -- and revelled in lying naked on the bed in front of a young, beautiful, fully-clothed man whose hard-on could be seen through his jeans.

He pushed me flat again and started lapping my clitoris. I'd never come that way -- it's always seemed too slow and tongues can't give you the precision and pressure of fingers -- but I felt myself starting to squelch as I was so wet. I could feel my labia starting to thicken and pulse. He stuck a finger up my rectum and after an initial twinge of "oh god, please let me be relatively clean up there", I relaxed. I was imagining his cock now, still hidden under those jeans. I pictured it thrusting into me and it was almost enough to make me come, but I held back.

I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him, his thick shiny hair and the large hands grasping either side of my hips. I wriggled upwards and indicated with my eyes that he should come too. He grabbed my hands and pinned my arms above my head. He bit down hard on my nipples and I groaned. My back had arched of its own accord, so that my tits were up as high as they could be, nipples begging for his mouth and neck exposed. 

He rolled me onto my front and told me not to move. I obeyed and listened to him peeling off his clothes. I turned round to watch him desperate to see what his body looked like, but he stuck a hand out and covered my eyes and slapped my bottom hard a couple of times. Then I felt him on top of me and his cock making its way between the cheeks of my arse. I don't think I've ever felt a cock that hard and smooth against me. He put a hand round the front of my body to ease me up and used the other hand to guide himself in. Once in, he thrust so hard I almost expected it to come out of my stomach. One hand held onto my left tit while the other rubbed my clitoris. The thrusts continued and I could hear his breath, hard and ragged. With a groan he came. 

He lay on top of me for a while, panting faintly, and then slid off and turned me onto my back again. His fingers began to finish off the job they had started earlier. He kissed me and then started to bite my neck, moving down once more to my nipples. I held my breath in fits and starts, encouraging my orgasm. I felt the rush of blood that starts at the back move itself forward towards my clitoris and I lay still letting it ebb back again. I did it another time and his fingers eased their frantic rubbing. "Oh no, don't stop, please don't stop..." I gasped and he continued. I began the ascent and then started to scream as I came, harder than I've ever come in my entire life. His hand was still, but as I shuddered to a halt, he rubbed me again. The spasms restarted and I came again.

He was hard again so as I was still contracting I pulled him on top of me and into me as quickly as I could. I'd always wanted to experience what it felt like to contract round a cock instead of just fingers. He lasted longer this time, the hair from his chest rubbing rhythmically against my nipples.

We finished off the bottle of wine. I lay propped up on my elbows on my side, my fingers playing with the dark hair on his chest and we fell asleep entwined. 

I awoke at five am, lying on my side and with his erection stabbing into my back. I rolled him onto his back and squatted above him. As I took his cock into me, I pulled his arms up so he was supporting me and I could lower myself almost fully up and down the length of his shaft (a trick I picked up from the married man years ago; it requires strong thigh muscles). His eyes closed and his head tilted back. I jumped off him and took him in my mouth. He told me afterwards, he'd seen stars when he came. 

"You're such a bad girl..." I'd rolled my eyes at the unoriginal dialogue and he'd caught the movement, pulled me over his knee and spanked me. I had wriggled at first, outraged by the gesture and how ludicrous it seemed -- this youthful boy spanking me, a woman approaching 40. But the smacks, the sound of his hand hitting my flesh and the pain of it began to turn me on. He hit me one last time, hard, and then rolled me onto my back and thrust his fingers into me. I was so turned on he could almost get his entire hand in there and then he moved his middle finger out to my clit and stroked it. By this point, all the nerve endings down there were fizzing. He kissed my nipples and then replaced the fingers inside me with his mouth. 

I stopped breathing and then, for the first time in my life, came in someone's mouth. I didn't know his name and I didn't care.

When my husband's hand begins its predictable Sunday morning tit squeeze, I close my eyes and remember the Irishman -- his appreciation of my body, the willingness to kiss and taste all of me and his desire to pleasure me. Sometimes I can almost imagine it's him behind me thrusting into me doggy style and the memory makes me smile. My husband is a good man and I won't leave him, but a little bit of very good sex goes a long way so I will need to seek out the Irishman soon. Him, or another rock hard, mad for it 22-year-old looking only for a one-night stand. Any takers? 



Hanky



Kalpana was held so close that she could only see his face and when Ashik lifted both her hands to his and kissed them, Kalpana felt so much love towards him that she held his face in her hands and coming forward she kissed him on his forehead and eyes.

Ashik was riding on cloud nine. He was thrilled and fascinated with Kalpana kissing him over his face. Many a times when her lips brushed his cheeks, he felt he was in heaven. When at last Kalpana stopped kissing him, Ashik looked deep into her eyes and when a spark of shyness was detected in them, he placed his hot lips gently on hers.

Kalpana felt his hot lips smear hers and her body was ignited. A hot wave went steaming through her body. She looked up at him and seeing him shy, pulled his face closer and opening her mouth she kissed him squarely on his lips. Then she moistened her lips with her tongue before moving away. It was a scene that got etched in Ashik's brain for ever.

Next morning when Kalpana was taking a bath leisurely she heard a noise near the door. At first it was hardly audible but when she closed the tap and straightened herself she could hear someone breathing. At first she did not realize it, but when the dark reality struck her, she stood shell shocked. Ashik was trying to peep through the keyhole. He could not see her as she was standing way out of his sight.

Kalpana coming out of the shock was conjuring up how to cope with the situation. She was clad only in under garments and she feared to even make a move. Then it suddenly dawned upon her that she was out of his view, as the keyhole was pointing to the left of her side. This brought her much relief and also made her a little naughty. Her devilish mind was set to torment him.

Without giving him an indication of having been detected she went on completing her bath and on finishing, she discarded her wet bra and threw it on her left side. Ashik's eyes went wild at the sight of the bra and as he kept staring at it, he eyes were rewarded with the appearance of her soaked panties. It thrilled him beyond imagination when he saw the soaked under garments and as he was staring down at them, Kalpana appeared in front, wrapped in a white turkey towel. She stood facing him drying her hair.

Ashik saw her supple body wrapped in a thick towel. Though it was tied at the top of her breasts, her shoulder blades and arms were left bare and as Kalpana lifted her arms to dry her hair, Ashik had a clear view of her armpits which were not shaved. The look at her underarms sent shivers down his spine. And as Kalpana brushed her hair briskly, her breasts started to jiggle and it made the towel slide down a little, bit by bit.

Ashik's eyes were glued on her chest. He saw the top of her breasts being exposed a little to his vision and as her brushing increased he saw the towel giving way from her body. Ashik waited with abated breath and when the towel finally gave way, Kalpana had moved away from his vision and what he saw was only the heap of fallen towel.

Ashik had missed the sight by fraction of a second and he regretted his luck while inside the bathroom Kalpana was smiling at the prank played by her. She then started to dress up and when she was halfway tying up her sari, she pushed the door open to see a perspiring Ashik looking down at her.

Kalpana stood in front of him for a few moments holding the end of her sari in her hand after giving him enough time to browse at her breasts veiled behind the blouse; she covered them with her sari. Kalpana then swaying her body marched into her room.

Once Kalpana was out of his vision, Ashik entered the bathroom and was amazed to see her discarded undergarments lying there (it was the first time she had left a tell tale of her things in the bathroom which was shared by both of them).

Ashik instinctively bent down and took hold of her wet undergarments in his hands. He then proceeded to look at them from a closer angle, feeling the soft texture of it. It was while he was looking intensely at her panties and was trying to inhale its aroma that Kalpana had dared to look through the keyhole. 

She was shocked for the second time that morning. Seeing him holding her panties to his face made her insides churn with burning desires and she felt a hot wave engulf her whole body. She wanted to run to her bedroom and in doing so as she turned; she thumped her body on the door.

The scraping of her body on the door was a gave away sign of her act. Ashik felt certain that she had peeped through the keyhole and had seen him. Feeling elated Ashik held her panties to his face and caressed his cheeks with it. The feel of the soft texture of her wet panties on his face sent a shock over his body and before long he felt his prick getting aroused.

Both of them were aroused by the act and each took their time cooling down in their respective places. While Kalpana had lain down on her bed and squirmed in delight, Ashik used the shower to bring down the heat in his lions. It was Kalpana who came down first and was busy with her work. Ashik was a happy go lucky man. He walked tall the whole morning.

Kalpana had another shock waiting that morning. Whilst it was time for Ashik to go to office, Madhuri asked Kalpana to see him off. Though it was a casual one, it still had a very stimulating effect on her. Kalpana was burning with desire as ash approached him. She stood there in silence. She stood panting. She was trembling. Her lips were pouting and when Ashik saw her demure figure he could not resist from coming forward and placing his hands on her shoulders, he held her.

Kalpana's body shuddered at his touch but she did not draw back. She waited for his move. Seeing her standing still he took advantage of her and pulling her closer and holding her face in his hands he kissed her on her lips. It was a hot kiss. It was a wet kiss and it sent the heat searing down her body.

Kalpana found herself trembling with pleasure. When she regained her strength and composure and turned to go inside, she was stunned when she felt his hand brush her buttocks. This was the first physical contact he had made on her private parts. Kalpana dashed into the house only to come face to face with her beaming mother. Looking at her she blushed.

Her mothers word's 'has he not become naughty', further surprised her.

Kalpana on impulse replied 'yes' and feeling embarrassed on letting it out, she bowed her head down in shame.

Mrs. Madhuri coming closer placed her hand under her chin and lifting her face said 'it's okay; it's not your fault. He is growing up'.

'Yes' stammered Kalpana on being subdued by her.

'You are very pretty. May be he was fascinated by your charms' said Mrs. Madhuri on seeing her relaxed.

The words encouraged Kalpana and she looked up at her mother and replied 'you too are very beautiful and he does not . . . . .'? She did not complete her sentence. She shivered on letting out those words but Mrs. Madhuri's reply of 'I wish he would' totally mesmerized Kalpana. She stood still gazing at her and when Mrs. Madhuri smiled at her it struck Kalpana with the reality. She was awed by it. She felt certain that her mother-in-law was interested in Ashik and this encouraged her.

She looked down at the mother and seeing her figure ascertained the fact. Her mother-in-law was well built. She was almost 5 feet 10 inches. Her face was charming. Her bosom was bigger than hers but it had an instant appeal. Her waist though a little plump was very attractive. Her long legs were well carved and she felt certain that her body craved for some company.

Kalpana stood looking at her and Mrs. Madhuri seeing her thoughtful and getting the required leverage said 'I wish you would be a little broadminded'.

Kalpana nodded her head absentmindedly while her mind was busy contemplating the facts.

On seeing Kalpana not her head, Mrs. Madhuri took her face in both her hands and drawing closer, kissed her on her cheeks saying 'thank you'.

This made Kalpana smile shyly as she replied 'I will try'. With these thoughts in her mind she went into her room. There she made up her mind to see that Ashik was interested in his mother and also try to get as much advantage as she could muster for herself. Thinking about it she once more felt aroused.

CHAPTER II

As evening fell, Kalpana waited for Ashik to come home and as she saw him striding down the lane she started to feel uneasy. She gripped herself and on his nearing her she welcomed him with a big smile. Ashik was pleased on her presence and coming closer he stood in front of her looking deeply into her eyes.

Kalpana blushed on seeing him string and said 'what are you looking at'?

'Your beautiful face', replied Ashik.

'Am I beautiful' she asked him?

'Yes, you are very beautiful' he replied.

'Who do you think is more beautiful? Your mother or me', she asked.

'Why, it's you', he replied.

'I think it is your mother who is more beautiful' she said. 'She is so gorgeous; I would like to feel I am like her'.

By this time Ashik had pictured his mother's face in his mind and he blurted out 'yes'.

'Yes, what' asked Kalpana?

'She too is beautiful,' replied Ashik.

'What do you like in her' she asked him moving closer.

'I think it is her face' he replied as he did not feel like commenting on any other part of his mother's body.

'Which part of the face,' she asked him suddenly?

'I think it's her lips that are very attractive,' he said as he had to answer her.

'More than mine,' she asked naughtily?

Ashik feeling that she was teasing him said 'now that you mention it, her are better.'

'Feel like kissing them' she said moving her face upwards.

Ashik misunderstanding her said 'I am waiting to kiss them.'

'Then why don't you go in and kiss her' she said softly.

'Kiss whom' replied Ashik astonishingly?

'Your mother' whispered Kalpana in his ear.

'You must be joking' he replied.

'No, I am serious. She will like it' she said biting her lips.

Ashik recalled his mother's face and before he could compose it in his mind, she said 'she is very pretty and I am sure you will like it too.'

Ashik was getting tensed up. His mother's face was what his mind was conjuring up and when he saw her face in his mind he was astonished to find himself getting aroused just thinking of kissing those lips. He looked deep into Kalpana's face for an answer. 

Kalpana brought her lips to his ears and nibbling them she said 'yes, kiss her.'

Hearing those words Ashik held Kalpana by her shoulders and looking at her face deeply he asked 'are you serious.'

'Why, do you have any doubts' she said lifting her eyebrows and looking elsewhere?

'But how can I kiss her' he replied.

'The same way as you kissed me' she said.

'But you are different' he replied.

'How, am I not a woman like her' she questioned him, this time biting his ear?

'Yes, but she is my mother' he replied.

'And I am your sister' she shot back, biting hard at his ear.

This made Ashik to tremble. He did not have reply to it. He stood still waiting for her to speak.

'Why? Don't you like kissing her' she asked?

'I do, but.'

'But what' saying this she slid her lips from his ears to his cheeks and asked 'What's so different between mine and hers?

'You are willing and she . . . . he did not complete the sentence.

'She is more eager than me, she said brushing her lips over his.

The talk about his mother and Kalpana's nearness made Ashik aroused and holding her shoulders he said, 'how can you be so sure about it?'

'Because, today she saw you kissing me and we talked about it' she replied. 'What?' he asked.

'She saw you kissing me' she replied firmly.

'What did she say to it' he shot back anxiously?

'She said it was okay so far' she replied coolly.

'And'? He questioned.

'And?'

'Yes', he was getting impatient.

'And she said she wouldn't mind if you kiss her,' saying this she looked up at him.

Ashik was thunderstruck hearing her words. He could not believe what Kalpana had said. He asked 'how can I kiss her.'

'The same way you kissed me, like this' she said kissing him on his lips.

'But, I can't. I don't have the courage to up t her and kiss her, he said.

'Don't you want to,' she asked?

'Yes,' he blurted out.

'Then go, I will leave you both alone' saying this she left him.

Ashik strolled inside. He did not know how to face his mother. Meanwhile his mother who had listened to their talk scrambled back into the kitchen and fetching two cups of coffee stood waiting for him. As Ashik came in handing him one cup of coffee she asked 'where's Kalpana?'

'She went for a walk' said Ashik.

'At this time' saying this she smiled.

Ashik seeing his mother smiling gathered enough courage and said 'yes, she left abruptly.'

'Poor girl, I think she is missing her husband very much' said she looking up from the cup of coffee she was drinking.

Ashik felt her eyes gazing at him in a queer manner. Though he was sure that Kalpana had spoken the truth, he did not have the courage to look up at her. Seeing him in a pensive mood, his mother continued 'I think she is missing him a lot.'

'Whom, what' Ashik looked up at her.

'As is you don't understand whom she is missing' she said smiling at him vaguely.

'Ah, yes' he blurted out without saying much.

'Every woman misses her husband' she said looking steadily into his eyes. 'It is a pity that Vijay had to leave her alone.' She kept looking for his response and as he did not speak she said 'Did you like it' in a mischievous voice.

'What' asked Ashik sitting straight on the sofa?

'What you did just a few moments ago' she said sitting beside him.

'What' asked Ashik nervously?

'You need not be so embarrassed about it, it's but natural' she said.

'Yes' stammered Ashik not knowing what she meant.

'When did you first kiss her' she shot him the question.

'Me, no, I did not,' he stammered again.

'I saw you kissing her in the morning' she spoke softly, nuzzling closer to him on the sofa.

'No, I did. No, not . . . . . his words were jumbled and were not clear.

'There's no point in lying, I saw you kissing her' she said.

'That, that was accidental' he replied.

'I know it was accidental, but did you like it? She asked.

Ashik then knew he was cornered, he said 'yes' bowing down his face.

'Ah! That's good. When did you first kiss her? She questioned.

'She kissed me first when we went to the fort' he said.

'When was the next?' she asked moving still closer. 'This morning, I believe you saw it' he muttered.

'Did she tell you about it' she asked?

'Yes,' he said.

'What else did she say?' she asked moving further closer to him.

'She said that you would not mind if I kiss you' he replied.

'Did she tell you that?' she spoke softly raising her eyebrows.

'Yes,' said Ashik.

'Do you want to?' she posed the question to him moving her face closer to his and wetting her lips with her tongue.

'I cannot say no to it' he said looking at her tongue wetting her lips.

This made her smile and naughtily she said 'then what's stopping you?'

Hearing those words made Ashik bold. He looked deeply in to her eyes and taking hold of her face in both hands, he moved one of his fingers over lips and said 'they are so lovely.'

Madhuri sizzled as his fingers touched her lips. She let out a soft moan and closing her eyes and opening her mouth said 'kiss me.'

Ashik gathered all his courage and leaning towards her face he placed his hot lips on hers.

Madhuri's body convulsed on the touch of his lips on hers and she opened her lips wide. Seeing her response Ashik dug his lips on her and kissed her hard.

Madhuri screamed out in ecstasy and holding his face in her hands she kissed him back and as she was trying to poke her tongue into his mouth, she heard the tap at the door which suddenly stopped her from doing it.

Getting up she set her sari straight and opened the door for Kalpana to walk in.

Kalpana on entering took one look at Ashik and felt certain that he had succeeded in kissing his mother. This made her look up at Mrs. Madhuri and seeing her blushing face confirmed it.

Ashik seeing both the women eyeing each other silently got up and left them alone.

As soon as Ashik left Mrs. Madhuri smiled at Kalpana and thanked her with her eyes.

Kalpana blushingly accepted her remarks and as she turned she heard Madhuri saying 'keep this under your skin.'

Kalpana nodded her head as she moved to her room.

At suppertime all three sat down nibbling their food and once it was over Kalpana got up and went to her room. Mrs. Madhuri was left alone to was and clean up the dishes. As she stood washing the dishes at the sink, Ashik was busy eyeing her features. This was the first time he was eyeing his mother with lewd eyes and what his eyes devoured was arousing him.

He saw his mother's well built features keen eyes. He stared at her back which was exposed from the nape of her neck to the top of her blouse and onto her bare shoulders bones and moving down he saw the exposed part of her waist above her sari and looking further down at her well formed buttocks, his eyes were glued to the spot. Madhuri saw him looking at her from the reflection in the mirror and she took her own time cleaning up the dishes.

Precisely at that moment the power went off switching the room into total darkness. Mrs. Madhuri lit a candle and placed in on the edge of the table illuminating the place where she stood. Then as she proceeded with washing the dishes she intentionally moved her buttocks in a provocative way.

Seeing this Ashik was lured. He got up and coming behind her spoke 'can I help you?'

Hearing him Madhuri said 'thank you dear, it's almost over.' Saying this she turned and brushing his body with hers she smiled at him.

Ashik did not move away from her. He waited till she finished washing up and as his mother after drying her hands with a napkin turned towards him, Ashik mover to her. Madhuri smiled at him and seeing him so close by moved back a few spaces till her buttocks touched the sink. Ashik closed the gap between them and lifting his hand he brushed aside the drops of water glistening on her face and said 'you are sweating.'

Mrs. Madhuri blushed and said 'yes' while her body was warming up on his closeness.

Ashik them moved his fingers over her cheeks and caressing them drifted his fingers onto her lips and said 'they are so warm.'

'Yes' she hissed.

'So warm and so moist' he said parting her lips with his fingers.

'Yes, yes,' said his mother.

Trusting a finger inside her mouth he said 'it's hot inside.'

'Yes, it's hot' she said as she felt his finger sliding inside her mouth.

As his finger penetrated her mouth, Madhuri closed her lips over his finger and started caressing it with her tongue slowly.

Feeling her hot tongue lapping his finger Ashik started squeezing her lips with his thumb and as she started moaning he moved his face close to hers. Madhuri felt his hot breath on her face; pushing out his finger from her mouth she opened her lips to his. 

Ashik continued caressing her lips with his fingers. She opened her mouth wider. Ashik moved his lips over hers and touched them. Madhuri moaned and slid out her tongue and licked the inside of his mouth. Ashik then sliding an arm over her head rammed his hot lips over hers. 

Madhuri sizzle at this force. She lifted her arms and holding his head tightly she sucked his lips inside her mouth. Her tongue ravished his mouth. Ashik on being aroused pulled her body unto his. He felt her robust breasts crash against his chest. He tangled her body tightly in his hold and as his pecker started vibrating, he trust his tongue deep inside her mouth lapped the inside corners of her mouth.




Hanky



Madhuri felt him getting aroused. She felt him getting impatient and to bring him to pleasure she rubbed her thighs over his. Ashik felt the soft warm thighs on his. He suddenly slid his hand down and placing them over her buttocks he pulled her strongly to his body. His pecker slid on to her waist and feeling the hot flesh of her waist he started jerking on it. In no time he was on the verge of exploding and started moaning loudly.

Madhuri on hearing his moans and feeling he was about to cum encircled her arms over his back and drawing him closer to her she pressed her war soft breasts over his masculine chest. As he felt her rigid nipples Ashik gripped her buttocks and clutching them he lifted her up and rammed his pecker between her thighs till he spurted his cum in his pants.

Madhuri waited till his spasms subsided. Then releasing her hold on him she smiled at him and said 'you are very naughty.'

Ashik stood still looking at her smiling face. His vision drifted down to her bosom. The top of her sari had slipped exposing the blouse to his vision. He placed a hand on top of the blouse. Madhuri squirmed in delight but also felt it was going out of her control to sustain him. She again caught his face in her hands and pulling it close to hers whispered 'are you not satisfied?'

'To this Ashik replied 'let me see them?'

'No' hissed Madhuri half heartedly. 'Just once?' pleaded Ashik. 'Why?' questioned Madhuri caressing his cheeks. 'Coz, I have not seen any' he replied. 'No not today. You have had enough,' saying this she kissed him on his lips and turned to leave. 'Then tomorrow' asked Ashik?

Madhuri did not reply but smiling she moved to her bedroom. In the room after recalling all that had happened she felt bad. Though she was aroused and had enjoyed it she felt it was miserably wrong to have entangled her own son in such acts. She made up her mind not to provoke him further and to stop things from moving ahead.

The next morning Ashik had to spend alone as both Kalpana and his mother did not move out of the kitchen. In fact they were embarrassed to face him and Ashik had to be content being left alone. When Kalpana served him breakfast she did not even look up at him. Ashik hurriedly finished his breakfast and without saying a word he left home.

On his return home the same circumstances prevailed. He did not find Kalpana but his mother brought him a cup of coffee and leaving him alone she went back into the kitchen. Ashik sensed the change in their attitudes and he resigned himself to the sofa and watched the T.V. Watching it he felt drowsy and within a few minutes was fast asleep.

Mrs. Madhuri had watched his actions and on seeing his gloomy face her heart cried out for him. She then realized that it was her fault that had made Ashik so provoked. She felt she was to be blamed solely for it. As she was recalling his actions she saw a gloomy figure of Kalpana walk into the kitchen. Seeing both them lifeless her melted. She then upped her ante and smiling at Kalpana said 'everything will be fine, cheer up'.

This brought life into Kalpana's cheeks and blushing red she moved away from her mother.

Soon it was time for dinner. Mrs. Madhuri asked Kalpana to call Ashik but she came back saying he was asleep.

'You should have wakened him' she said.

Kalpana blushed.

Madhuri became conscious of the circumstances and smiling at her said 'you finish your dinner; I will wake him up later.' She emphasized on the word later.'

Kalpana was quick to grab the meaning. She hurriedly finished her dinner and went up to her room delighted.

Mr. Madhuri looked upon herself. Her sari was unfurled and her hair was curled up. She smoothed her sari and dousing some perfume and tidying up her hair, she went to wake her son.

As she approached him an idea struck her. She took a few steps back and switched off the mains and lit a candle on the dinning table. The room was now in semi darkness and this made her body twinge with pleasure.

Slowly she retraced her steps towards the sofa. She stood looking down at the figure of son slumped on the sofa. She saw his manly figure before her. She got the urge to feel his body. She knelt down beside the sofa. Her eyes descended from his heaving chest to his torso. She could make out the impression of his flaccid manhood underneath the thin material of his tracksuit pants. Suddenly she felt the desire to touch.

She placed her hand on his thighs and sensually moved them over his manhood. She did not grab it but let her fingers trace the outline of his manhood. The warmness penetrating from her fingers gave life to his pecker and it started to rise. Ashik felt his cock stirring in his pants and by the time he was awake, his mother had pulled her hand back and was shaking him up.

Ashik opened his eyes to see his mother kneeling down in front of him. It took some moments to comprehend where he was. He could not see her properly in the dark. The aroma of fresh fragrance that was very intoxicating brought him to senses. He became fully awake when his mother said 'get up, dinner is ready.' He hastily got up.

As his mother reached the dinning table Ashik followed her. Both sat down and had their dinner. It was while having the dinner Ashik again smelled the strong aroma of the fragrance. It suddenly dawned on him that his mother hardly used it and now sensing the change and also seeing the lights were out, he felt delighted. He finished his dinner and as his mother took the dishes to the sink, his eyes followed her.

In the dim light he saw her voluptuous body. Her buttocks were prominent as she bent over the sink. The impressions of her long heavy legs were visible. It all made Ashik feel inspired. He silently got up from the table and on approaching her, he slid his arms on her waist and dipping his head on the nape of her neck he kissed it and inhaling the fragrance from her body said 'it's beautiful.'

Madhuri shuddered on his nearness and to build up the tempo she said 'do you like it?'

'Yes, very much' saying this he held her waist with both hands and drawing her back asked 'but what's the occasion.'

'I wanted to make you feel happy' she replied.

'Why? He asked raising his head from the nape of her neck and biting her earlobe.

'Because you were depressed this evening' she said.

'You could have made me happy in many other ways' he said moving his lips on her cheeks.

'By allowing you to kiss me,' she spoke softly while leaning against his body.

'Yes, and in many more ways,' said Ashik moving his hands up from her waist and trying to feel her breasts.

'Like?' she cooed nuzzling still closer.

'Like allowing me see these,' he said pushing his hands up and holding her breasts.

'No, that's not possible' she said.

'Why? He asked firmly gripping her breasts.

'You are not supposed to see them,' she said.

'Why? He asked again.

'Coz you will ask to see more' she said.

'What more would I ask for?' he said pressing his erect prick on her back.

'There's lot to be revealed which is strictly prohibited' she said.

'Name them?' he spoke softly.

'I can't, but you know it,' she said enjoying the conversation thoroughly.

'Why, what's wrong in showing them?' he asked gripping her more tightly and trusting his prick hard on her back.

'Your thing will go berserk on seeing them and you will not be able to control yourself,' she said laughing.

'What thing?' he asked fondling her breasts.

'The one which is poking at my back,' she replied.

'It is my eyes that want to see and not this' he said trusting his prick harder.

'Your eyes will view but the effect will be on it' she said.

'I promise I will control it,' he said.

'When you can't control it now, how can you control it later on, it? It is already biting my back,' she said.

'It's because of your body's warmness' he blurted.

'When it cannot control my body's warmness I doubt how it would control the hot one' letting out those words she felt her body stiffen with anticipated pleasure.

'Is it that hot?' he asked bringing his hand down?

'It is hot and wet too' she said as she turned and faced him.

'So you don't think I have a chance to see it? He asked.

'No right now you don't,' she said.

'What can I do to make you reveal it? He asked.

'Keep trying' she said laughing at him.

'Do I have an outside chance?' he asked.

'May be, but I am not sure' she replied.

'Okay, can I at least open your blouse? He asked.

'Why? Who needs to see? Your eyes or that thing? She questioned him looking down at the tent in his pants.

'My eyes need to see and relay the message to it' he said as poking his prick into the warm flesh of her broad waist.

'Look how impatient it is getting on' she said as she felt it throbbing on her navel.

'Why, what is it doing? He asked.

'It is trying to drill a hole' she replied softly.

'Poor thing what else can it do if you don't allow? He said.

'Allow what? She asked her eyes suddenly popping out.

'Allow a free entry?' he blurted out.

'Ashik, where did you learn to talk like this? She asked getting aroused.

'You motivated me' he replied.

'You are getting very naughty. I think I should do something about it she said.

'That's what I am waiting for.' He replied, smiling and embracing her.

'Yooouuu' she screamed.

Ashik bound his arms tightly against her waist and drawing her up he dug his face in between the cleavage of her breasts.

This act took another turn. Feeling his face nuzzled in the 'v' of her breasts, she felt moistness weep from inside her cunt and getting more and more aroused she asked 'do you still want to remove it?'

'Yes' he hissed dipping his face deeper in her cleavage.

'Remove it then' she said.

Ashik went wild on hearing her words. He lifted his face from the cleavage of her breasts and releasing one arm he tugged the upper part of her sari and let it fall.

Madhuri felt her cunt juices creaming out, she moaned.

Ashik then brought his hand up and caressing her neck slid it down on her bosom. His hands felt the warm flesh of the top of her breasts. He then slid his finger in and taking hold of her hook with his thumb and finger he unhooked it.

Madhuri went wild with passion. She encouraged him by trusting her breasts upwards. 

Ashik then went on unhooking other hooks. He slowly unhooked all of them till her breasts on being free from the material of the blouse jiggled out. His eyes devoured her lush breasts hidden in the embroidered bra. On seeing the dark nipples of her breasts behind the white thin bra and his eyes popped up. His hands reached up and cupped both her breasts.

Ashik was totally aroused by this sight. His hands craved to fondle the raw flesh of her warm flesh of her breasts. He dug his hands inside her bra. The made the cups of her brassiere slide down and before Ashik eyes could devour the sight of her naked breasts, Madhuri rammed herself on his chest and embraced him in her arms.

It was then that Ashik lost control. His body started sweating profusely. His eyes had turned red. He could not sustain anymore. He slid his arms out and gripping her by the back he pulled her to his body. Her almost naked breasts were plastered on his chest. He went berserk. Lifting her up he put her on the dinning table and before she could object, he pried her legs wide with his and coming in between them; he started to ram his cock on her soft fleshy navel.

His mother too got carried away by his actions and she also felt the heat rising in her lions. She pulled his upper body to onto her chest and taking hold of his face she kissed lips passionately while he continued ramming his cock with force. Soon his thrusts were vigorous and Madhuri feeling its hot head stimulating her warm flesh cried out and came.

The sudden moaning of his mother made Ashik position his cock right over her hot mound and as hid cock's head felt the warmth of her secret hairy place her rammed hard against. He continued jacking her and as the head of his cock slid down her mound and found the gap between her lush thighs he spurted out his cum. It took ham a full one minute to empty his balls and as it subdued he lay slumped over the voluptuous body.

Madhuri held him close and let her son take refuge n her arms for a few minutes and when Ashik finally got up, she, adjusting her sari and covering her breasts smiled at him.

Ashik seeing her smile caught her arms and pulled her up.

His mother got up from the awkward position and standing in front of him said, 'you are a beast.'

'Yes, I went crazy' he replied.

'That is why I was so keen in not allowing you to see anything' she said.

'I can understand it no. I am sorry' he said.

'No you don't have to be, it's okay,' saying this she embraced him in her arms.

'Ashik feeling her soften up said 'but I did not see them.'

At this his mother smiled and caressing his hair asked 'do you still have the desire to see them. Are you not satisfied with what happened?'

'My thing is satisfied by my eyes are not' he replied.

'Seeing them your thing will again act like a beast' she replied getting ht again.

'No, it is lifeless, feel it,' he said.

His mother on being aroused again by his vulgar talk, slowly pushed her hand between their bodies and feeling his limp penis said ' it will rise again with life on those beauties.'

'Don't you want it to come to life,' he asked suddenly kissing her feeling his pecker gaining strength.

'Yes, but I am afraid,' she said.

'Afraid of what,' he questioned?

'I am afraid this would harm me,' she said holding his growing shaft and feeling its heat.

'Don't you feel like seeing it, he spoke softly pushing his shaft deeper in to her hands.

'I would like to, but I don't know,' she said feeling her pussy getting wetter.

'Then let's swap. I will show my prick and you reveal your breasts,' he said.

This was the first time he had used the words prick and breasts. This invigorated her cunt. She was charged up, she wanted to continue and she said 'okay let's try opening each other's dresses.

Ashik got aroused to the hilt and wanting his mother to fondle his naked prick said 'ladies first.'

'Okay, saying it, his mother brought her hand down and taking hold of his pants she unzipped it.

Ashik stood straight letting her have space in pushing his pants down.

His mother did not act fast. Slightly held the flaps of his pants and gently slid it down his legs revealing his erect penis to her gaze. On seeing the hot throbbing head of his penis, her inner muscles of cunt contracted and started oozing out her hot liquid. She creamed as she held his erect cock in her hand and locked her eyes on his cock. She was so keen in gazing at it that she did not see her son fondling with her blouse.

At last when she felt his fingers pushing aside her blouse she looked at him with quizzical eyes.

Ashik looked up at her and saying 'it's my turn,' he removed the blouse from her body.

His mother did not let go of his cock. She shifted his cock in each hand as she lifted them to discard her blouse. She was so fascinated holding his cock.

When the blouse was removed Ashik moved closer. He felt the head of his cock jab at her navel. Getting aroused and eager to lay his eyes on her naked breasts he put both his hands on her shoulder and holding each of the straps in them he tugged it down. 

His mother's breasts lay bare to his blazing eyes. He looked deeply at her voluptuous round flesh of her breasts. He saw her dark jetting nipples were erect staring at him. They were inviting his hands to caress them. He put his hands on them and touched them tenderly. Their warmth invigorated him. He thrust his pecker hard on her stomach and he squeezed her breasts in both his hands. His mother moaned again. For the third time she felt her cunt lips quiver.

This was too much. She felt like pushing him back but her instinct did not allow her. She stood still enjoying his caresses.

Suddenly it was beyond the control of Ashik and he said 'turn around,' sharply. His mother who was again on the verge of exploding tamely obliged. She turned on his command and Ashik positioned himself right behind her and held her by her shoulders.

As his mother waited anxiously she felt his hot naked prick in between her robust buttocks. He was trying to find the crack between her buttocks and she moaned deeply on the sensual touch of his cock between her buttocks. Suddenly she felt Ashik lifting her sari up. 'No,' she screamed and pushed his hand away.

Ashik on being stopped from pulling her sari up said 'hold my cock,' and dutifully his mother held the base of his hot cock in her hand.

'Stick it in' he cried and his mother slid the head of his cock between the crack of her buttocks.

Ashik on getting the required leverage started pushing his cock deep between her buttocks. It started sliding from her hand to her buttocks and back. In no time his cock started pulsating feeling the warmth of her hand and the smoothness of her sari on it. 

Ashik put his hands on her bare chest and cupping both her breasts he started to ram her buttocks. He thrusts gained momentum and as his cock started slipping from the sweaty hand of his mother and pierced her lush buttocks, his hot cock shot his cum over her clothes, and Ashik had to grip her breasts roughly to control himself from falling.

Ashik had erupted so much cum that his mother felt it seeping through her sari and petticoat on to her naked buttocks. His mother dwelled on it and putting her hand upon the wet portion of her sari felt his sticky cum in her hands.

Ashik stood sweating and panting.

Later his mother turned and tidying up her dress said 'can I go to my room now.'

'Yes, but we will continue this tomorrow' he said.

Hearing this, his mother stopped in her tracks and turning back she said 'do you still need more.' Her eyes were gleaming and they were naughty.

'This is just the beginning' he replied.

'Then try it out with Kalpana' she said and waited for his reply. 

'I will, but yet I need you,' he said.

'Why, is she not enough?' she asked.

'I like you more than her,' he replied.

'Why?' she asked coming closer.

'Because you are mine and she is someone's, he replied.

'Do you crave for me so much?' she asked.

'Believe me, I would do anything fro you,' he replied.

'You want me so badly?' she asked.

'Yes, I want to be with you always,' he said.

'What if you got married?' she asked.

'Still I would love to have you,' he said.

'As a mistress?' she questioned him.

'No! As a mother,' he replied.

'Yet make love to her,' she quipped suddenly.

'Yes, yet make love to her always,' he replied. 'Yet make love to her,' he kept repeating and hearing those words his mother flew to her room and bolted the door.

CHAPTER III

The next morning Kalpana was the first to come down. She did not see Ashik or his mother till late in the morning. She went ahead preparing breakfast and it was half past eight when her mother appeared. She was late by three hours and this confirmed her suspicion that something had materialized between them, last night.

Hurriedly she finished cooking and set the table for Ashik. Down came Ashik dressed to leave for his office. He was looking handsomely rugged and his face glowed with extra charm. Kalpana sizzled on looking at his features and felt her loins drip wetness. 

She waited impatiently for him to look at her but Ashik kept his gaze down on the plate knowing well Kalpana was by his side. When he finished his breakfast he got up and left the room.

Kalpana waited for him to call her but the wait of a few seconds was like waiting for ages. Finally when he did call her she did not hear his voice and it was her mother who prompted her to go.




Hanky



With quick strides she left the kitchen and taking out the handkerchief which she had tucked under her sari she held it to him.

'I don't need it,' he said.

'Then why did you call me?' she asked.

'I wanted to thank you,' he replied.

'Thank me,' she asked with a naughty smile.

'Yes, to thank you,' he said teasing her a little.

'Nothing else?' she spoke standing in front of him and taking a deep breath.

Ashik then looked up at her from head to toe. She was clad in a black sari with a golden border. Her striking fair complexion draped in a cotton sari was exquisite to look at. Her cheeks had turned red and were glowing. After gazing at her he said 'to look at your beautiful figure.'

'If you have finished looking at, shall I go? She asked smilingly.

'No, wait there's plenty to look at,' he said.

'How does it look,' she said softly?

'Your body looks ravishing,' he said looking up from her feet up to her face.

'Is it?' she asked straightening up while her eyelids moved up.

'Yes, it is and your breasts are so small,' he said eyeing her chest.

'Ah,' she said taking a deep breath and allowing him to stare at her body.

'You have a slim waist,' he said placing his hands at her exposed waist.

'And?' she moaned.

'And your front is very exotic,' he said eyeing her small mound hidden in the folds of her sari.

'What about my legs?' she asked getting excited from his gaze and wanting to shift his stare from her private parts.

'They are long, slim and perfectly carved,' he said.

'What do you like most?' she asked.

'Your navel,' he said sliding the sari with his hand and exposing it to his eyes.

'Why?' she asked encircling her arms over his neck.

'Because you have a small waist with a pretty belly button,' said he circling one of his fingers around her belly button.

Kalpana sizzled at this touch and leaning on him said 'can I go now?'

'No wait,' he said.

'Now what for,' she asked.

'I want to continue from where I stopped yesterday,' he said.

'Where did you stop?' she asked knowing very well his hands had felt her buttocks.

'Here,' he said sliding his hands on to her buttocks.

'No, this is not a safe place,' she said.

'Then you don't mind me feeling you?' he asked.

'You have me in your arms,' she replied softly.

'But, I want to feel now,' he said caressing her buttocks.

'Not now, tomorrow,' she said.

'Let me play with them for sometime,' he said kneading her buttocks.

'If you continue then you will wet your pants,' she breathed out those words in his ears and slid away from him.

Ashik stood stunned on hearing her comments and before he could lunge and catch her Kalpana had move inside the house.

He stood there pondering at her words and as he felt delighted he moved down the lane to his office.

Mrs. Madhuri saw Kalpana come in. She was surprised to see her back so soon. It was then she realized that her presence may have been the cause and she decided to give them some free time.

At noon as Kalpana after having her lunch was climbing the stairs to her room, Mrs. Madhuri called up and said that she would be going out in the evening to the temple and will only return after 7 p.m. This news prompted Kalpana to hasten her steps and get into her room. There she lay on the bed and closed her eyes. Before long she fell asleep dreaming about the evening to come.

It was 5 p.m. when she was awakened by her mother calling her before leaving for the temple. She hastily got up and after having a refreshing bath she draped a soft wrinkle free cream colored sari over a black sleeveless blouse and when she looked herself in the mirror she felt stimulated.

As she was combing her hair she heard the doorbell ring. Taking small steps and not hastening she reached the front door. She stood for a while before opening the latch of the door and as Ashik entered she smiled up at him and said 'have a wash, I will fetch you coffee.'

Ashik was puzzled not finding his mother and when he came down after the wash it suddenly struck him that his mother was not at home. He quickly hastened his steps and reached the kitchen. Kalpana, who was boiling the milk, stood still on hearing his steps approaching her. Ashik came behind her and switched off the gas stove.

Kalpana's body trembled on seeing him switch off the stove and she stood mesmerized on the spot. Without uttering a word Ashik placed his hands over her shoulder blades and planting a soft kiss on the exposed part of her back asked 'where's mama?'

'She's gone to the temple' replied Kalpana.

Kneading her shoulder blades and his thumbs and caressing them, he asked 'when is she expected back?'

'Any moment' she replied smilingly.

'No tell me the truth' he hissed softly nuzzling his face on the nape of her neck and pulling her body close to his.

Kalpana on being pulled filled the gap between their bodies. Her buttocks were firmly placed on the curve of his stomach and as his kneading continued, Kalpana lifted her arms back and holding his head, swayed her body before saying 'by 7 p.m.'

Ashik then moved his hands on her bare arms and caressing them he slid his hands down till they rested under her unshaven armpits. Caressing her soft silky hair with his fingers he said 'so we have one full hour.'

Kalpana moaned softly as his hands caressed her armpits and getting excited spoke softly 'what for?'

'To feel your body' replied Ashik caressing her underarms and grabbing her rib cage tightly.

'Why mine? Were you not satisfied with mama's,' she asked leaning more towards him feeling his aroused prick on her body.

'Yes, I was. But your body is so different' he said caressing her ribcage and sliding his hands down till they reached her slender waist.

Kalpana getting excited by his touch said 'how different is it?'

'Your body is slender. It is beautifully shaped. It is well curved and it gives me immense pleasure to feel it,' he said as he brought his hands over her buttocks and started squeezing them.

Kalpana flushed feeling his hand cup her small buttocks and getting stimulated said 'your mama's are well endowed.'

'Yes, they are rich and full but yours are what I would like to fondle' saying this he started to squeeze her buttocks harshly.

'Hey you are hurting me' cried Kalpana snuggling closer to his body.

'Show them' he asked her caressing her buttocks softly and snuggling his face in her hair.

Hearing this Kalpana's body sizzled. Forgetting the pain, she turned and facing him said 'you can only fondle them, but no peeping is allowed.'

'Why?' he asked.

'It is not yours to see' she said biting his ears.

'Whose is it then' he asked softly moving his hands over her buttocks and pulling her forward?

'Your brother's,' she spoke in her ears.

'But he is not here' he said sliding his hand to the bottom of her buttocks.

'So?' asked Kalpana getting excited.

'He has asked me to take care of you in his absence' he said pushing a hand on her buttocks and with the other hand tugging her sari out.

'He has asked you to take care of Me, not my buttocks' she said widening the gap between their bodies and allowing room for his snaking hand to pull her sari out.

'Me, means the whole of you,' he said pulling her sari out with one hand and with the other he gripped her buttocks over her petticoat and pulled her body to his till he felt his erect prick burrow on her slender waist.

'Did he say so' she asked squirming in delight on feeling his hot prick on her waist.

'He did not say so but it was what he meant' saying this he slipped his hand down between the crack of her buttocks.

'How far do you think he has permitted you' she asked allowing his hand more access and getting ecstatic.

'He has not set any boundaries but it is left to me' he said pushing his fingers further down.

'How far do you intend to reach' she asked on the verge of creaming out.

'To the maximum' he said while finding it difficult for his finger to penetrate deep in her petticoat.

'Meaning you want to touch mine' she asked.

'Yes, this is what I want to feel' he replied pushing his finger over her wet spot.

'What is it' she asked getting heated up.

'Cunt' he spoke softly.

Hearing him utter the word 'cunt' Kalpana's body trembled with passion and she screamed 'touch me' as she loosened her petticoat by taking a deep breath.

Ashik pushed his finger deep into the opening of her cunt from behind and as she felt his finger dig into her wet pussy, her body convulsed, she shuddered and she creamed in her petticoat wetting it with her juices. Then she embraced Ashik with both her hands and did not let him go.

Ashik felt her body shudder. He held her in his arms till her body stopped convulsing and when she regained her composure; he said 'was it satisfying.'

'Yes, thank you' saying this she hugged him tightly.

As Ashik saw her cuddling and embracing him, 'feel mine' he said.

'Feel what' she asked softly.

'The one which is poking at your waist' he said.

'Why' she asked?

'It wants to be held in your hand' he replied.

'Why does it want my hand' she questioned?

'It wants to feel something warm' he said as he started to open her blouse.

'Is it not happy there' she asked grinding her waist on it?

'It is, but still it wants to be held in your soft hands' he replied as he removed her blouse.

'Does it bite' she asked sliding her hand between their bodies.

'No it only spits' he replied.

'Spits what' she asked placing her hand firmly over his manhood.

'Take it in your hand, caress it and you will find out' he said.

'Like this,' she asked gripping its head in her hand.

'No open my pants' cried Ashik in ecstasy.

'I am scared' replied Kalpana as her hand held the zip and pulled it down.

'You need not be' he said embracing Kalpana tightly in his arms.

Kalpana who was clad only in her thin brassiere and petticoat looked down and holding his cock over his underwear asked again 'sure it won't bite.'

'No it wont' said Ashik feeling her hands grip his cock over his underwear while his hands searched for the hooks of her bra.

'It's so hot' she said feeling it size over his underwear.

'It is not as hot as your cunt' he replied getting aroused to the hilt.

Hearing him use the word cunt she pushed her hand inside her underwear and taking his cock in her hand said 'Is my cunt hotter than this monster?'

'Yes, yes,' cried Ashik as he felt Kalpana's warm hand engross its head.

'You want me to caress this cock in my hand, like this,' she asked milking its head.

'Yes, yes, keep doing it' screamed Ashik on the verge of blowing up.

'He is going to spit, is it,' she asked jerking it in her hand?

'Yes, its coming, its coming,' Ashik cried clutching and pulling the straps of her bra.

'Then come, cum in my hand' moaned Kalpana passionately fisting the head of his cock in her hand.

Ashik could no longer sustain himself. His cock started vibrating in her hand. Its head went purple with excitement. He gripped the straps of her bra and tearing them out of her body he shoved his cock deep into her hand and erupted.

Kalpana felt his eruptions on her hands. Quickly she held his cum in her hand and after collecting it she smeared it on is cock providing it with much lubrication in jerking him. Come, come spit everything out she cried.

Ashik went wild and holding a half naked Kalpana he dragged and pushed her on the sofa and went limp over her.

Kalpana held him tightly to her body. She let him dig his face on her bosom. She knew he was embarrassed. She let him rest for a while and when she felt him breathing normally she slowly pushed him away from her body and looked up at him.

Ashik's eyes conveyed his love to her. He looked at her with warmth and affection and his eyes thanked her.

Seeing his innocent face, Kalpana drew his head down to her bosom and said 'you need not thank me. Get up and get dressed, Mama may come in.'

Hearing it Ashik got up and pulling his pants he walked up to his room.. CHAPTER IV

By the time Madhuri came back from the temple, Ashik had gone to his room and Kalpana after removing the telltale signs of their frenzy, was busy cooking dinner. Madhuri after having a wash came of her room and not finding Ashik went up to his room. She knocked on his door and on not getting any response walked back.

As she came down the stairs she saw Kalpana standing under the ceiling fan. She had slid the top of her sari from her bosom and holding it loosely, was letting the cool air play on her. Her chin was up and the top o her petite breasts were juggling inside her wet blouse. Madhuri got excited and moving towards her she asked 'Is it too hot dear?'

'Yes, today it us unusually hot' replied Kalpana continuing to stand upright and fanning herself with the top of her sari.

This encouraged Madhuri and saying 'come let me help you' she took hold of the top of her sari from her hand.

Hearing those words Kalpana was surprised and before she could react, her mother started to wipe the sweat from her face with her sari. She slowly dabbed the sari over her face and as Kalpana did not object she moved closer to her and bringing the sari down to her neck she continued wiping the sweat.

This act of her mother stirred Kalpana and she stood motionless.

Madhuri, who was getting stimulated by her closeness, proceeded to dab at her neck and when she saw Kalpana did not object, she brought it down on the exposed part of her chest and slowly wiped it.

Kalpana loved the sensations building inside her and she moaned softly.

The soft moan invigorated her mother and she taking the initiative held Kalpana by the shoulder in one hand, while with the other she continued dabbing at the exposed flesh of her chest and said 'your saris is wet, let me use a towel.'

'Yes,' hissed Kalpana and stood still with excitement.

Madhuri then let go Kalpana's sari down and pulling a towel from the nearby rack started mopping at her shoulders and her small back with it.

Kalpana loved the ministrations and let her mother continue.

Wiping down her back, her mothers hand moved down over her waist and after jabbing it she slid her hand in front and wiped her belly.

Kalpana sizzled on finding her mother feeling her belly and she pushed body a shade closer to hers.

As Kalpana moved back her mother slid both her hands over her waist and engulfing her she started to circle her waist with the towel in a slow action.

This stimulated Kalpana and she limped back in her mothers arms allowing her hands full access to her body.

Madhuri seeing Kalpana sway her body put her hand inside the towel and feeling the wet sari on her waistband she pulled it out saying 'its wet, let me remove it.' As the sari fell to the ground Kalpana let out a soft moan and she pushed herself back until her buttocks felt her mothers warm soft tummy.

Madhuri on being certain that Kalpana was loving her ministrations lifted the towel and moving it over her breasts jabbed at them lightly and as Kalpana let out a deep moan she whispered in her ears 'your blouse is wet too, shall I remove it?'

'Mmmmmmm' moaned Kalpana in reply.

Madhuri then discarding the towel and putting it on her shoulders she slid her bare hands on Kalpana's blouse and without touching her breasts she undid her blouse..

Kalpana stood wriggling her body with her mothers, in passion.

Madhuri sensing Kalpana's body shudder with passion, pulled out her blouse from her body. Then again with the help of the towel she continued to dab at her breasts over her black bra.

Kalpana moaned louder and pushed back her body till she felt her mothers warm breasts nuzzled her small back.

Madhuri could not have asked for more. Setting aside the towel, she placed one hand on Kalpana's breasts and with the other she slid it across her waist looking for the cords of her petticoat.

Kalpana let out a cry of raw passion as she felt her mothers hand on her bare waist.

Madhuri then cupped Kalpana's breast in one hand with the other she slid it under her petticoat.

Kalpana on feeling the pressure of her mothers hands on her breasts and under the petticoat started to grind her buttocks over her mother-in-laws body in the height of passion.

Madhuri pulling back her hand caressed the soft skin of her navel and feeling the warmth of her body; she suddenly tugged the cords of her petticoat and in one move pushed it down her body to the ground.

Kalpana's body shuddered as she felt her petticoat slid down her body and fall between her feet. Her body was on fire. Her insides were dripping wet and as her mother continued fondling her breasts and navel she closed her eyes and letting out a deep moan she wet her panties with her juices.

'My, my you are so lovely,' saying this Madhuri dragged Kalpana into her bedroom and before Kalpana's spasms subsided she found herself laid on her mother's bed.

Once settling Kalpana on the bed her mother crawled by her side. She was getting aroused and as her eyes roamed over Kalpana's lithe body clad in black bra and panties.

Kalpana seeing her mother staring at her exposed body felt bashful and lifting a hand she covered her Mother-in-law's eyes and shut them closed.

Madhuri seeing Kalpana blush, lifted her hand and bringing her palm over her lips, she kissed it softly and whispered 'let me have a look.'

Kalpana on hearing her words started to get aroused again. Getting bolder Kalpana shifted her gaze over mother' robust bosom and lifting her hand she pointed towards it.

Madhuri observing her actions moved closer to her thrusting her bosom up said 'feel it, I heard you like them.'

Kalpana did not answer back but her fingers moved up and taking hold of her sari she slid it from her bosom.

Madhuri moaned as she felt Kalpana's fingers tugging her sari.

Gaining confidence Kalpana turned towards her and placed her hand on the cleavage of mother's bosom.

Madhuri shuddered at this touch and she took a deep breath widening her chest. Kalpana then let her little fingers slide between her cleavage and holding one of the hooks of her blouse, she looked up at her for permission.

Madhuri encouraged her by holding her hand and unhooking the top hook of her blouse.

Kalpana's fingers then proceeded unhooking the rest of the hooks and as the flaps of her blouse were loosened; her mother removed the blouse from her body.

This made Kalpana's eyes to be glued over her large breasts held back in her white bra. Her fingers started to run in circles over her breasts over her bra. First she felt the bare skin of her exposed breasts and they circled the dark patch of her nipples over the bra.

Madhuri on feeling her fondling her breasts slid her hand at the back and after unhooking the bra commanded her to 'remove it.'

Hearing those words Kalpana sat up and holding the straps of her bra she slowly slid them down her arms and as her mother's breasts started being exposed to her naked eyes, she pulled her bra out revealing her bared breasts. She lifted one hand to cup them but as her hand was too small it could only cover the nipples and half a mound of her breast in it. 

She then brought the other hand into play. She pinched the dark brown nipple in her fingers and squeezed her breast. She felt aroused again playing with her mother's breasts. She bent her head and in a reflex action her lips took place of her fingers and she started sucking them.

Madhuri sizzled as she felt her daughter's wet lips suckle her nipple. She embraced Kalpana's head strongly to her breasts. .Kalpana felt her mother-in-law thrust her nipple deep into her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and taking as much of her breast as possible inside her mouth she started sucking it while her mother-in-law moaned in passion.




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Kalpana became courageous sucking her mother's breast and her hand began to wander sown on the mother-in-law's waist. Her mother-in-law shifted her position to give enough room for her small hand to caress her waist.

Kalpana continued caressing her mother's waist and navel and as her hand slid further downs she felt her sari on her waistband. She shuddered at this touch and suddenly drew back her hand.

Madhuri sensing her DIl hesitating spoke softy 'yes, you can remove my sari.'

This encouraged Kalpana. She slid her hand over her sari and caressing her stomach she brought it over the top of her woman hood and gently toyed with it.

Madhuri moaned in ecstasy as she felt the presence of Kalpana's hand lingering over her hot mound.

Kalpana then slowly pressed her hand down on her mother's womanhood. She felt the heat from mother-in-law's body on to her hand. This invigorated her. She pushed her hand in between the folds of her sari and placed her palm squarely on her hot mount.

Madhuri screamed in passion. Her body trembled. She took hold of Kalpana's shoulders in her hands and pushing her down on the bed she lay upon her squarely entwining her legs with hers and engulfing her whole body with hers. Kalpana felt her mother's heavy body crush her. She was pinned to the bed by her weight. She felt her mother-in-law's robust breasts crush hers. This heightened her pleasure and her hand which had cupped her mother-in-law's hot mound slid over her buttocks and holding them embraced her mother-in-law's body to hers. While her mother-in-law shuddered with orgasm, Kalpana too wet her panties again.

After some time as their passions cooled down, Kalpana who tried to wriggle out from under her was again pushed down by her mother and this made her look deep into her eyes.

Madhuri seeing her eyes questioning her smiled at the daughter and nuzzling her face close to her ear whispered 'don't move, it's not over yet.'

'What more do you want,' said Kalpana getting excited.

'I want to kiss you, touch you and see you' she replied.

'Why do you want to kiss me?' she asked naughtily.

'Your lips are so ravishing' said her mother looking deep into her face.

'Your lips are also so promiscuous' replied Kalpana moving her finger over them and feeling it wetness.

'Do you feel like kissing them' asked her mother wetting Kalpana's fingers with her tongue and bringing her mouth close to hers.

Kalpana feeling the moist tongue lap her finger slid it deep in her mother's mouth before answering 'let me first feel the heat of your mouth.'

'Yes,' replied her mother opening her mouth wide.

Kalpana then thrust two of her fingers inside her mother's mouth and after feeling the contours of her mouth she drew them back and put them in her own mouth.

Madhuri seeing Kalpana sucking her own fingers took hold of her hand and pulling her fingers out of her mouth said 'suck this' and pressed her hot lips over her daughter's.

Kalpana shivered as she felt her mother's lips on hers. She put her hands over her mother-in-law's head and drawing her closer she started kissing her passionately. They continued kissing each other and at one stage Kalpana pushed her tongue deep into her mother-in-law's mouth.

Her mother moaned deeply as she felt her tongue penetrate deep into her mouth and putting her hand behind Kalpana's back she unhooked her bra and pulled it out.

'Now what?' cried Kalpana in joy as her petite breasts were left naked.

'I want to see them' said her mother fondling her breasts in hone hand.

'Mine are small,' replied Kalpana.

'Small and firm' said her mother squeezing her breasts in one hand. 'Let me see them' she continued as she lifted herself up a little.

Kalpana's small breasts lay nude to her gazing eyes. Madhuri eyes devoured her petite breasts with lustful eyes. She saw the small beautiful round mounds of her breasts. Her dark brown nipples mesmerized her. She touched her nipples with her fingers. They were erect and tense with excitement. She looked at her own breasts. Her nipples were flat while her daughter's were straight and erect. She pushed her own breasts down. Her flat nipples touched the firm flesh of the daughter-in-law's breasts.

Kalpana bit her lips with her teeth and let out a moan. 

'Stay cool' said Madhuri feeling Kalpana stiffening. Then her hand slowly slid down from her breast to her waist.

Kalpana moaned again.

Madhuri's hand then crawled inside the waist band of her panties and as Kalpana took a deep breath her warm hand slid inside the panties and felt the wet thick bush of pubic hair.

Kalpana squirmed in delight.

Her mother's hand kept playing with her wet bush. She then slid her fingers over the lips of her wet vagina.

By instinct Kalpana's hand reached down to the olds of her mother's sari which was tucked in her waistband. Boldly she pulled it out leaving her mother-in-law clad only in her petticoat.

While Madhuri kept fingering her daughter's cunt lips, her daughter-in-law had succeeded in pulling the sari out of her body. Madhuri was going crazy. She wanted to see what her hand was feeling. Her eyes bulged out in anticipation. Pushing Kalpana flat down on her bed she shifted her eyes to her delicate waistline. What her eyes saw made her aroused. She saw her daughter-in-law's lithe body ensconced in the thin wet black panties. Her panties had slid down a little exposing the black pubic hair. This sight made her go mad. She turned herself fully on the bed and bringing her face down to have a closer look she said 'my, my, you are very pretty down there.'

'What's so pretty' asked Kalpana moaning a bit.

'You have beautiful pubic hair' said she.

'And?' asked Kalpana. 'Wait till I have another look' saying this, her mother pushed her black panties down.

'What do you want see?' Kalpana asked again whimpering as her naked body was revealed.

'This, your beautiful cunt' said she looking down at the pretty sight of her small cunt hidden amidst her lush growth of pubic hair.

'What's so beautiful about my cunt?' she asked.

'Its smallness' replied her mother.

'Is your opening a bigger one' she asked?

'Wait till you see it for yourself' replied her mother.

'I am getting impatient' replied Kalpana trying to pull the cords of her mother's petticoat.

'No wait' said her mother sliding he thighs away from Kalpana.

Kalpana waited anxiously as she felt her mother spreading her cunt lips and looking deep into the folds of her cunt. She heard her mother-in-law say 'it is gorgeous.'

Kalpana's body shivered on hearing her words. She spread her legs wider giving her more access to look at.

Madhuri on seeing Kalpana's body shudder with passion dipped her face down over her cunt and bringing her tongue out she lightly touched her cunt lips.

On this action Kalpana suddenly thrust her lower body up jamming her cunt lips over her mother's lips.

Madhuri feeling her daughter ready for action pressed her lips on her moist cunt lips and started sucking her.

This made Kalpana to go wild with passion. She put her hands down over her mother's head and holding it she pressed it down over her swollen cunt lips. 

Madhuri slid her tongue deep inside her cunt and started licking her clitoris.

Kalpana moaned and her body shivered in passion.

Madhuri did not let go of Kalpana. She put pressure on her and sliding her hands below her buttocks she pulled Kalpana's body up to make room to thrust her tongue deeper into her cunt.

Kalpana creamed out her juices. Her mother tasted the liquid pouring out of her small opening. She sucked some of the juices inside her mouth and when Kalpana stopped creaming, she looked up at her.

Kalpana's face was flushed red. Her tongue was out licking her own lips. 

Seeing this, her mother asked 'do you want to put that tongue inside me.'

'Yes,' said Kalpana.

'Where do you want to put it?' she asked again.

'In yours' she replied.

'Where exactly?' she asked again.

'In your hot cunt' she replied eagerly.

'Then get up' she commanded.

Kalpana lifted herself up. Her mother got up and sitting near the bedpost, she slid her legs down on the bed and smoothed her petticoat.

Kalpana getting the invitation crawled on her knees and as she approached her mother, she saw her pulling her legs up and lifting the hem of her petticoat.

Kalpana waited till her mother started pulling up her petticoat and as her legs were left bare, she saw the darkness underneath her petticoat and as she tried to put a hand under her petticoat to lift it up, her mother-in-law caught her hand and pushing it aside he instead placed her hand over Kalpana's head and drew her down.

As Kalpana's eyes were glued on her mother's heavy thighs and as she kept staring at the creamy rich thighs her mother-in-law suddenly pulled Kalpana's head down deep inside her petticoat.

Now Kalpana's head was just inches away from the lusty cunt of her mother. Kalpana could barely see her mother-in-law's cunt in the darkness underneath the petticoat. Her face searched for the mother-in-law's cunt. She felt he nose nuzzle the wet patch of pubic hair. She pushed her face over it and gaining some composure she pushed her tongue deep inside her mother-in-law's amorous cunt.

Her tongue slid easily into the hot opening of her cunt. Kalpana then went on lapping at every corner of her cunt. She ravaged the insides of her mother's cunt with vigor. She felt her mother-in-law squirming with pleasure. She felt her mother-in-law's hands pushing her head deeper into her pussy.

Kalpana opened her mouth wide and sucked her mother's cunt inside her mouth. She mother-in-law let out a deep moan and flooded out a stream of her cum into her daughter-in-law's mouth.

Kalpana gulped every drop of her cum as she could with vigor and when she left her mother returning slowly to normalcy, she drew the cords of her petticoat and after taking a long look at the majestic cunt and its surroundings she removed her face from inside her petticoat and kissed her mother-in-law on her lips, letting whatever cum which was still in her mouth to run into her mother-in-law's mouth.

Her mother embraced Kalpana as she kissed her and when Kalpana was still kissing her she slipped down the bed and held her to her body.

Thus Kalpana lay still on the robust body of her mother completely satisfied.

CHAPTER V

The next morning being a Sunday all three woke up late. As Kalpana finished her bath and was coming down the stairs she saw Ashik standing at the bottom of the stairs. Seeing him staring at her she retraced a few steps and stood still at the top of the stairs. Ashik then bent his head and looked up giving her an impression that he wanted to peep under her sari. Kalpana saw his motive and bracing herself she lifted her sari a little.

Ashik could only see her bare feet. His eyes could not see up her inner thighs. Then he sat down on the stairs and looked up. Thus his eyes could see her legs but nothing more. His eyes requested her to lift her sari up.

Kalpana smiled and shaking her head in protest lifted her sari a little more.

Ashik again bent his head down. This time, his eyes were able to see the dark patch at the top of her thighs. His eyes pleaded for more.

Kalpana stepped down two rungs. Ashik now had a clear vision of her legs up to her knees. 'Lift a little more' he spoke softly.

Kalpana's desire flared up. She felt moistness creeping between her thighs. Shaking her head she stepped down another rung.

This movement allowed Ashik to look upon her thighs a little. He felt his cock burning inside his tracksuit and instinctively one of his hands reached his aroused cock.

Kalpana saw him fondling his cock and her eyes went wild. Her eyes questioned with 'what are you doing?' 

Ashik held his stiff cock in his hands and pointed its head towards her.

Kalpana's body sizzled at his lewd exposure and without knowing she had come down one rung.

Ashik then felt she was interested to have a look at his cock. He turned to see if his mother was nearby and seeing that she was not there he slid his track pants down a little.

Kalpana could only see his pubic hair. She was getting impatient and her eyes motioned him to pull his pants down.

Now sit was Ahisk's turn to say no. He shook his head while his eyes asked her to lift her sari.

Kalpana could not say no. She slowly raised her sari up. Ashik's eyes popped up as he saw her creamy glistening thighs. He motioned her to come down a little but Kalpana's eyes were riveted on his open tract suit. Ashik pulled down his tracksuit but hid his cock in his hand. His eyes looked up at hers and they conveyed the desired message.

Braving herself Kalpana pulled her sari up her thighs. The bottoms of her black panties were visible to Ashik's eys.

Looking at her panties, Ashik let go o his cock. It was a sight to behold. His cock shuddered and he holding his cock in his hand motioned her to remove her panties.

Kalpana's hand unconsciously moved her panty top. She slid her fingers inside the waistband and slowly drew them out of her body. She had to end to remove her panties and this Ashik's eyes could not see beyond her thighs. Holding her panties in her hand Kalpana teased him.

Ashik's eyes pleaded her to expose her body.

Kalpana did not oblige but threw her panties down to him.

Ashik held her panties in his hand and placed it on his cock. His cock shot up a little on feeling the soft texture of her panties on it.

Kalpana's eyes popped up. Her hands again held the sari and slowly she started to lift them up.

Ashik's eyes were glued on the exposing part of her thighs. He impatiently waited and as Kalpana lifted her sari fully up; his eyes were rewarded with the dark patch of her pubic hair. By the time Ashik could see them clearly, Kalpana let her sari fall down shutting off the scene and smiled at him.

Ashik knowing very well that the game was over, lamely tucked back his cock inside his tracksuit and got up.

Seeing him tucked up Kalpana came down the steps and as Ashik tried to catch her, she moved out of his reach.

Ashik took a few steps forward only to retrace as he saw his mother coming out of her room.

As it was Sunday he felt desperate. He could find neither Kalpana nor his mother alone even for a few minutes. This was annoying him and as he could not find any reason to have either of them alone.

At last it was time for breakfast and Ashik looked at his mother and motioned her to sit next to him at the table. Kalpana did not see him signaling his mother who came over and sat next to him.

Ashik without eyeing his mother slid his left hand down below the table and placed it on his mother's knees.

This act made her mother to shudder a little and without showing any signs of it she moved her thighs closer to her son.

Ashik on feeling his mother's thighs touch his, he started to knead her knees and slid his hand between her thighs.

This feeling was arousing his mother and as she knew it was going to be out of her control, hence she started the conversation. 'I think I have to go to the market to fetch some vegetables.'

Those words made both Kalpana and Ashik to stop eating and stare at her. Both of them could not believe what they had heard.

'I will be back before lunch' she said again.

After finishing the breakfast, Ashik sat silent at the table for almost 10 minutes it took his mother to change, carry a basket and depart. All this time Kalpana was busy cleaning up the plates and when Ashik finally heard the door slam behind him he steadily got up and treading his way reached the door and bolted it from inside.

After bolting the door he stood there for a few seconds and then taking a deep breath as he turned, Kalpana who was watching his actions found her gaze riveted to his track pants which were sporting a huge bulge.

Kalpana on seeing him carry a hard-on which was obvious stood rooted to the spot near the sofa shuddering with excitement.

Ashik slowly retraced his steps back and on reaching Kalpana, he put his hand inside the pocket of his tracksuit and came out holding the black panties, which Kalpana had discarded from her body a few hours ago.

Ashik dangled the black panties in front of her and when Kalpana opened her mouth in surprise (awe) he said 'allow me to put this back on you.'

Kalpana stood mesmerized on hearing his words.

Ashik then caressed Kalpana's cheeks with her panties and moving it he brushed it over her bosom and coming further down he caressed her waist and navel with it.

Kalpana's whole body was on fire. She sizzled at the touch of her own panties on her face and body and as Ashik finally brushed the panties where he intended to put them (on her womanhood) her insides started to get moist. She stood still allowing him to have his way.

Ashik after pressing the panties over her womanhood went on his knees in front of her. First he made her remove her sandals one by one and then after taking hold of her right leg he caressed her toe, her fingers and then caressed the underside of her foot.

Kalpana could not even more her eyelids.

Ashik after caressing her foot lifted it up above the ground and slid her leg into one of the opening of her panties. He quickly put the other foot too inside the panties. Now both her legs were inside the panties.

Ashik then without lifting her sari managed to push the panties up till they reached her knees. Leaving it there Ashik soothed her sari to fall down covering her panties and legs.

Then moving closer Ashik put his hands inside her sari and this time he slid them behind her legs and caressing her calf muscles, he held her panties suspended on her knees.

Holding her panties he lifted them up until they reached up her thighs ad covered the small mounds of her buttocks.

Kalpana feeling his hand fondling her bare buttocks started creaming her juices out.

After fondling her buttocks Ashik pulled her panties up covering her buttocks fully and then moving his hands to the front he snapped the panties squarely over her womanhood. As her panties were finally snuggled on her body, Ashik got up slowly to see Kalpana sweating profusely with heat and lust.

Standing fully erect in front of her he put his hand under her chin and lifting it up said softly 'do you know why my mom went to the market?'

Kalpana acted innocent and shaking her head said 'no tell me.'

'She wanted me to put these on you' he said.

'How did she know that you had my panties?' she asked.

'I showed it to her' he lied.

'Now that you have put them on me, call her back' she said jokingly.

'No, I want to remove them from your body' he said.

'If you wanted to remove them, then why did you put them on me first?' she asked, getting fully stimulated.

'Coz, I would love to have the pleasure of removing your panties from your body,' he replied.

'What will you gain in removing them?' she asked teasingly.

'I can see what they are covering' he replied.

'You had a glimpse of it in the morning, does it not suffice' she asked him?

'What I saw was just a dark patch and nothing else, while you had a devils view' he said.

'What did I see?' she asked moving closer and biting his ear.

'You saw this' he said thrusting his hot bulge to nudge her waistline.

'Can I see it again?' asked Kalpana surprising Ashik with her words.

'Be my guest' he said staking a step back.

Kalpana then placed her hands on the waistband of his tracksuit and looking down at his bulge, she said 'it looks frightening.'