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had a long tight sleep and when I awakened next morning, it was certainly quite late. But since there was no activity today, I was lazy to leave the bed. I looked at the clock and it was 09:30 a.m. I stretched out my body to get the hangover out - I felt very refreshed – actually the uninterrupted long sleep and the sexual intercourse that I had last night made me feel at very high spirits.

Soon I realized that I was hungry and of course it was quite late in the morning. I left the bed, combed and bunched up my hair, and went to the toilet. As I emptied my bladder, I felt more relaxed and revitalized. I changed my nighty and was in the usual attire of the saffron sari and blouse. I opened the door to look for my breakfast.

Nirmal: Madam, breakfast is ready. Shall I serve it?

I was rather surprised at that service. Nirmal was sitting by the door of my room in a stool and as soon as I sneaked my head out, he was ready with the offer!

Me: Err… I mean… yes, of course.

I was pretty much pleased.

Nirmal: Guru-ji instructed me to wait here and to see no one knocks at your door and to serve you breakfast as soon as you get up.

Me: Oh! (smiling) So nice of him!

Nirmal went off to get the breakfast and I thanked Guru-ji in my mind. The broad daylight outside as if wiped off all concerns and humiliations from my mind and I felt very “light”, both mentally and physically. In fact I was experiencing the same “feel good” thing that I generally have on a Sunday morning when I woke up (as my husband fucks me mostly on Saturday nights, Saturday being a low day in his business activities) and throughout the day I have “additional” energy.

Nirmal was swift enough to serve me the breakfast and since I was having a robust appetite I completed the breakfast in record time! During my breakfast, when I was taking the banana peel off, I smiled to myself as the curved full-sized banana that I ate resembled very much Guru-ji’s lund size!

I was about to wash my hands when Nirmal tapped on the door.

Nirmal: Madam, there is a visitor for you.

Me: Visitor! For me?

Nirmal: He came once earlier this week.

Me: Oho… then it must be Mama-ji! Have you…?

Nirmal: Yes, yes Madam. He is waiting at the reception.

I was naturally quite happy to know Mama-ji had come again. Though he did say when he visited me a few days back that he would come again, but honestly I didn’t count on that. My mother-in-law had requested him and he visited me once since he lived in the nearby town – I thought the formality ended there, but knowing that he had come again made me feel very high about Mama-ji. He was 50+ and that he took the pain to pay a visit again made me feel very warm at heart and my regards for Mama-ji escalated immensely.

I hurried to the reception of the ashram where Mama-ji was waiting for me.

Mama-ji: Aah! Bahurani! Good to see you again.

I offered a pranam to him touching his feet.

Mama-ji (holding my arms): Its okay, its okay… So how are you?

Me: Fine Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, today you are looking very lively! Did Rajesh call you up or what? Ha ha ha…

I laughed and blushed a shade and said in my mind “any woman getting such a grand fuck at night would look sparkling next morning.”

Mama-ji: I already had a talk with Guru-ji and he has given the permission.

Me: Permission for what Mama-ji? (I was visibly surprised).

Mama-ji: Arre Bahurani, you have come so near to my place, how can I just leave you to go back like that!

Me: O! So nice of you! (I was honestly very overjoyed getting the opportunity to get out of the ashram) But… but will Guru-ji…

Mama-ji: I have taken care of that aspect Bahurani. Guru-ji said that you are undergoing Maha-yagya and the closing will be done tonight, but you are free till 7 p.m. today and by that time you can easily visit my place and come back.

Me: O! Really! (I almost screamed like a child)

Mama-ji: Yes Bahurani! It will take just an hour to reach my place and I will surely drop you back here by 6 p.m.

Me: Bah! Will be a good outing for me. Honestly I was feeling somewhat choked within the periphery of the ashram Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: Yes, should be a good outing for you.

Me: You know Mama-ji, I had told Rajesh many a times to take me to your place, but unfortunately that never happened. I have heard about your library from him.

Mama-ji: Then let us not waste any more time. You take Guru-ji’s permission and come down. I will wait here.

I was quite thrilled and rushed to have a word with Guru-ji who readily granted me the permission to go with Mama-ji, but with the warning to get back by 7 in the evening. I got back to my room - quickly washed my face, combed and tied my hair neatly, adjusted my sari and blouse tying my petticoat more securely, wore a bindi, and was ready to move out. I took a carry bag where I took a spare sari-blouse and a spare set of undergarments.

Me: Mama-ji, am ready!

Mama-ji: Wow! Generally you ladies take so much time… He he he…

We moved out of the ashram and proceeded towards his car.

Mama-ji: What’s in that bag Bahurani?

Me: Mama-ji, actually I am not allowed to wear anything else apart from what’s given from the ashram, so just carrying a spare sari and blouse.

Mama-ji: Oho! Good! Good! I completely forgot that I do not have anything for you to wear there. Since I live alone, only my clothes are there…Ha ha ha…

Me: That’s understandable Mama-ji.

We reached his car. Mama-ji took the driver’s seta and I sat beside him in the front seat.

Mama-ji: My sister would be very glad if he knows that I have taken you to my place.

Me: Yes surely. Mom talks of you so very often!

Mama-ji: Hmm… Would you mind Bahurani if I switch on some music?

Me: No, no. Not at all.

Mama-ji was holding the steering with his right hand and started pulling the cover of the shelf (where the cassettes were there), which was just in front of me. I tried to pull away a bit towards the window as his left elbow was hanging very awkwardly before by mammaries as he was trying to open the shelf cover.

Mama-ji: Confounded thing! Why does it not open up!

Mama-ji was pulling the knob of the cover very hard and was simultaneously keeping an eye on the road. The cover was stuck and was not opening up and Mama-ji continued to exert more and more pressure.

Me: Oooo! Ouch!

Mama-ji’s angled arm directly hit my right boob from the front as the shelf cover did open at last!

Mama-ji: So… Sorry Beti… it was stuck so hard…

It was a precarious situation. I knew it was totally unintentional on Mama-ji’s part, but his arm hit directly on my breast and pressed my proud flesh very openly, which made me gasp like anything! Mama-ji also appeared very tentative, as he also probably did not expect such a situation. He was an elderly person and of course respected so much by me, and he suddenly hitting and pressing my breast created a very embarrassing situation. I tried to save the situation by adjusting my pallu, but knew very well that the back of Mama-ji’s palm clearly measured the firmness and tightness of my 30-year-old matured breasts.

Naturally I blushed very heavily and tried to look outside the window. I again pulled my pallu more securely over my breasts in trying to be normal.

Mama-ji: Hope it didn’t hurt you Bahurani.

I turned my head towards him and noticed that Mama-ji was directly looking at my ripe proud mammaries and I felt so very ashamed that I had to turn my head again towards the window. I could sense very well that Mama-ji got a clear hint of my boob firmness through this incident and he was in fact stealing glances of my round tits under my sari pallu as he drove the car. I was really not sure whether it was my mind thinking too much on the matter or was he really peeping at my protruding boobs!

After sometime mama-ji took out a cassette from the shelf and put it on the player. I already was breathing a shade heavier and could sense that my nipples were raising their heads slowly within my brassiere.

Mama-ji: So what is Guru-ji saying? Is he happy with your treatment process?

Me: Ye… yes Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: He was saying that you just completed the first half of the Maha-yagya yesterday night…

A tremor as if passed through my whole body. How much has Guru-ji revealed to Mama-ji? My Goodness! It would be very, very shameful for me if Mama-ji happens to know what were the steps in the Yoni Puja, which I had to undertake. Would Guru-ji reveal ashram secrets to outsiders? Probably not, but still I was having a dry throat in my anxiousness.

Me: Ye… yes. I am also hopeful that my wish would… would come true after...

Mama-ji: By the way Bahurani, what’s actually this Maha-yagya? How different is it from other yagyas?

Seems Mama-ji was not aware of everything that goes on behind the closed doors of the ashram. I breathed easy.

Me: Nothing… not much difference Mama-ji… It’s all about… about rituals, off… err… offering etc. but in great detail.

Mama-ji: Guru-ji was saying it’s very strenuous …

Me: Yes… yes…. Very tiring… actually you need to sit for very long hours. L-o-n-g prayers also.

I tried my best to cut discussions regarding ashram short - firstly because he was a male, moreover quite elderly, and most importantly he was a relative of mine from my husband’s side. So, if by any chance he gets to know of my “acts” in the ashram, I would stand nowhere in my “sasural”. Hence very consciously I deviated the topic.

Me: Mama-ji, one thing I must admit… you look pretty fit even at this age… What’s the secret? (I asked smiling cutely)

Mama-ji (immediately happiness flushed on his face) He he… I do exercise regularly Bahurani and you know also sticks to a restricted diet.

Me: O! That’s really good to know. You should give some tips to Rajesh… He’s so lazy…

Mama-ji: Ha ha ha… Lazy? Even when you are around? Ha ha ha….

He started laughing very loudly at his own double-meaning comment and I also pretended to have felt very shy.

As I lifted my chin up and looked through the windscreen suddenly I noted that there were a few boys and girls standing at some distance on the road and waving their hands to us! I was obviously curious and as I turned towards Mama-ji and he also had noticed them.

Mama-ji: Must be in trouble. Seems their car has a flat tyre!

Within moments we reached where the boys and girls were standing and Mama-ji stopped the car.

Mama-ji: What’s up?

One of the boys came near and briefed that their car had a flat tyre and they did not have a spare one and he requested for a lift to some place called “Shekhapura”. I noted that there were individuals (two boys and three girls), all appeared to be college students, and very evidently city-based (from their modern outfits).

Mama-ji agreed to provide them the “lift” and I also gave the nod as I thought how long would they remain stranded like that on this road!

Mama-ji: One of you come to the front and rest can sit at the back…

Girl-1: Sure Sir, no problems at all. Pinky, you sit in the front.

The girl named Pinky came and sat beside me. She was slightly overweight and since she was wearing a fairly tight skirt and top, her breasts and hips looked very prominent. The other two girls were wearing jeans and short kurti.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, do one thing, you keep one leg on each side of the gear… then you both can sit comfortably…

Mama-ji remarked seeing that neither that girl nor myself was unable to sit properly due to our macro-sized bases.

Me: O… okay!

I shifted towards Mama-ji and guided my right leg to the other side of the gear. Now the gear was exactly between my legs and I could jolly well feel that it was a “suicidal” idea for any female to sit like that in a moving car, but there was hardly anything I could also!

I had shifted significantly towards Mama-ji in accommodating that girl Pinky. She had a significantly large and round ass for her age and now the right side of my body was touching Mama-ji’s body.

Mama-ji: Okay, can we start?

The boys and girls from the back chorused: Sure sir!

Mama-ji started a casual chat with the crowd in the car, but I was very conscious of my condition due to the dangling gear in between my thighs! As Mama-ji was changing the gear, each time his left hand brushed my thighs and not only that as and when he was lowering the gear it was aiming almost my choot!

Sssssssssssssshhhhhh!
My whole body got stiff each time there was a change in gear position.

The new thing that added to my misery was with each turn on the road towards left, as Mama-ji turned the steering wheel, I felt his elbow nudging and pressing on my firm right breast. I could not even use my arm to protect my boobs because that would look very rude.

The girl beside me (Pinky) was talking to me (just formality chat) and I was replying to her, but I was very conscious as Mama-ji was frequently changing the gear. I was trying to manage somehow, but as I looked towards that girl from her right side, I noticed that her breasts protruded so very prominently through her tight top that anyone could make out the size and shape of her twin peaks! I wondered how could a grown up girl wear such a thing! Was she not aware that everybody would look at her tits, as they were so very evident through her dress? Not only that, the fabric of the top she was wearing was also not very thick and decent, and hence if anyone sees a bit minutely could easily trace her bra position inside her tight top! How shameless these city girls are!

Just then there was a sharp U-turn and I had no other option but to clench my fist and close my eyes because as Mama-ji rotated the steering wheel, I immediately felt his elbow digging deep in my firm boob flesh and when he kept the wheel in one constant position for the turn, he was actually poking my right boob in a very offending manner. Mama-ji’s left elbow remained tightly pressed on my breast and it was indeed a tongue-tied situation for me in the literal sense.

I looked from the corner of my eye towards Mama-ji, but he seemed very attentive towards driving though his elbow was constantly pushing my breast! Was Mama-ji so ignorant? Couldn’t be! I was a bit puzzled. Since I was wearing one of those brassieres, which fitted very tightly on my tits, the firmness and sponginess was of course more today. I was not a teenager that he could just ignore, I was a matured lady… How could Mama-ji totally ignore that?

Could it not be that he treated me like his daughter and hence it was just a situational occurrence? I rebuked myself and was sure that Mama-ji did not do that on purpose and it was purely coincidental. Hence I slowly started accepting Mama-ji’s elbowing in a more free mind. I tried to concentrate on the scenery outside, but unfortunately this road had so many turns that it became quite impossible for me to remain just nonchalant.

As time passed I could feel Mama-ji’s elbow digging in deeper and with time more decisively into my boob as he turned the steering wheel. I was definitely feeling wet inside my pussy and my boob flesh started getting hugely taut. Mama-ji was absolutely ignorant, but my face had turned crimson, as the process was quite regular supplemented by the gear action in between my sari-covered thighs.

The initial chat etc. had stopped and everybody was silent as the car raced on at a decent speed. The girl next to me was already in a semi-slumber, there was no sound from the back seat also, and Mama-ji as usual was all focussed on driving. Just then I happened to raise my eyes and looked through the viewfinder just above my head inside the car.

My mouth simply opened wide! From my angle I could see only one girl and one boy on the back seat. I saw that the girl was sitting with her head on the boy’s shoulder and the boy had one of his hands encircling her over her shoulder. This much was okay, but I did notice that the upper two buttons on the girl’s top was open and the boy’s hand was freely moving on her chest area!

I was already somewhat aroused by Mama-ji’s “driving” and gulping that scene my heart started racing faster immediately. For the moment Mama-ji’s touched remained obscured from my mind and I was keen to watch more. The boy was also lightly kissing the girl’s cheeks and hairs and once I saw he cupped the girl’s perky breast fully with his hand coming from above her shoulder. He gave it a long, tight squeeze and naturally the girl had her eyes closed and was enjoying the whole thing.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, am having hindrance to guide the gear… if you can just keep your legs a bit more spaced out…

Me: Uuuh? Oh! Okay Mama-ji…

I was so keen watching the viewfinder that I readily agreed to what Mama-ji said, but unfortunately since on one side Pinky was sleeping with very much parted legs and Mama-ji sitting on the other side, there was not much space for me to spread my thighs.

Mama-ji: (Seeing that I was unable to do it properly): Let me help you…

Mama-ji now himself grabbed my right thigh over my sari and pulled it towards him trying to create space for the gear to move freely. No way did I expect that, but seeing Mama-ji’s expression I realized it was an honest effort from the elderly person.

Mama-ji: Now it’s okay. I hope you are not uncomfortable Bahurani?

Me: No… no.

In the process my right thigh was pressed more tightly on Mama-ji’s leg and he must be feeling the smoothness and silkiness of my plump sari-covered thigh. I was eager to look up at the viewfinder again and the scene there had of course heated up! I saw the boy had glided his hand through the open buttons of the girl’s top and was massaging her breasts inside her brassiere! The girl now was sitting more close to him, almost on his lap!

Suddenly I felt a pinch on my firm thigh flesh and looked very surprisingly at Mama-ji.

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Mama-ji: He was saying that you just completed the first half of the Maha-yagya yesterday night…

A tremor as if passed through my whole body. How much has Guru-ji revealed to Mama-ji? My Goodness! It would be very, very shameful for me if Mama-ji happens to know what were the steps in the Yoni Puja, which I had to undertake. Would Guru-ji reveal ashram secrets to outsiders? Probably not, but still I was having a dry throat in my anxiousness.

Me: Ye… yes. I am also hopeful that my wish would… would come true after...

Mama-ji: By the way Bahurani, what’s actually this Maha-yagya? How different is it from other yagyas?

Seems Mama-ji was not aware of everything that goes on behind the closed doors of the ashram. I breathed easy.

Me: Nothing… not much difference Mama-ji… It’s all about… about rituals, off… err… offering etc. but in great detail.

Mama-ji: Guru-ji was saying it’s very strenuous …

Me: Yes… yes…. Very tiring… actually you need to sit for very long hours. L-o-n-g prayers also.

I tried my best to cut discussions regarding ashram short - firstly because he was a male, moreover quite elderly, and most importantly he was a relative of mine from my husband’s side. So, if by any chance he gets to know of my “acts” in the ashram, I would stand nowhere in my “sasural”. Hence very consciously I deviated the topic.

Me: Mama-ji, one thing I must admit… you look pretty fit even at this age… What’s the secret? (I asked smiling cutely)

Mama-ji (immediately happiness flushed on his face) He he… I do exercise regularly Bahurani and you know also sticks to a restricted diet.

Me: O! That’s really good to know. You should give some tips to Rajesh… He’s so lazy…

Mama-ji: Ha ha ha… Lazy? Even when you are around? Ha ha ha….

He started laughing very loudly at his own double-meaning comment and I also pretended to have felt very shy.

As I lifted my chin up and looked through the windscreen suddenly I noted that there were a few boys and girls standing at some distance on the road and waving their hands to us! I was obviously curious and as I turned towards Mama-ji and he also had noticed them.

Mama-ji: Must be in trouble. Seems their car has a flat tyre!

Within moments we reached where the boys and girls were standing and Mama-ji stopped the car.

Mama-ji: What’s up?

One of the boys came near and briefed that their car had a flat tyre and they did not have a spare one and he requested for a lift to some place called “Shekhapura”. I noted that there were individuals (two boys and three girls), all appeared to be college students, and very evidently city-based (from their modern outfits).

Mama-ji agreed to provide them the “lift” and I also gave the nod as I thought how long would they remain stranded like that on this road!

Mama-ji: One of you come to the front and rest can sit at the back…

Girl-1: Sure Sir, no problems at all. Pinky, you sit in the front.

The girl named Pinky came and sat beside me. She was slightly overweight and since she was wearing a fairly tight skirt and top, her breasts and hips looked very prominent. The other two girls were wearing jeans and short kurti.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, do one thing, you keep one leg on each side of the gear… then you both can sit comfortably…

Mama-ji remarked seeing that neither that girl nor myself was unable to sit properly due to our macro-sized bases.

Me: O… okay!

I shifted towards Mama-ji and guided my right leg to the other side of the gear. Now the gear was exactly between my legs and I could jolly well feel that it was a “suicidal” idea for any female to sit like that in a moving car, but there was hardly anything I could also!

I had shifted significantly towards Mama-ji in accommodating that girl Pinky. She had a significantly large and round ass for her age and now the right side of my body was touching Mama-ji’s body.

Mama-ji: Okay, can we start?

The boys and girls from the back chorused: Sure sir!

Mama-ji started a casual chat with the crowd in the car, but I was very conscious of my condition due to the dangling gear in between my thighs! As Mama-ji was changing the gear, each time his left hand brushed my thighs and not only that as and when he was lowering the gear it was aiming almost my choot!

Sssssssssssssshhhhhh!
My whole body got stiff each time there was a change in gear position.

The new thing that added to my misery was with each turn on the road towards left, as Mama-ji turned the steering wheel, I felt his elbow nudging and pressing on my firm right breast. I could not even use my arm to protect my boobs because that would look very rude.

The girl beside me (Pinky) was talking to me (just formality chat) and I was replying to her, but I was very conscious as Mama-ji was frequently changing the gear. I was trying to manage somehow, but as I looked towards that girl from her right side, I noticed that her breasts protruded so very prominently through her tight top that anyone could make out the size and shape of her twin peaks! I wondered how could a grown up girl wear such a thing! Was she not aware that everybody would look at her tits, as they were so very evident through her dress? Not only that, the fabric of the top she was wearing was also not very thick and decent, and hence if anyone sees a bit minutely could easily trace her bra position inside her tight top! How shameless these city girls are!

Just then there was a sharp U-turn and I had no other option but to clench my fist and close my eyes because as Mama-ji rotated the steering wheel, I immediately felt his elbow digging deep in my firm boob flesh and when he kept the wheel in one constant position for the turn, he was actually poking my right boob in a very offending manner. Mama-ji’s left elbow remained tightly pressed on my breast and it was indeed a tongue-tied situation for me in the literal sense.

I looked from the corner of my eye towards Mama-ji, but he seemed very attentive towards driving though his elbow was constantly pushing my breast! Was Mama-ji so ignorant? Couldn’t be! I was a bit puzzled. Since I was wearing one of those brassieres, which fitted very tightly on my tits, the firmness and sponginess was of course more today. I was not a teenager that he could just ignore, I was a matured lady… How could Mama-ji totally ignore that?

Could it not be that he treated me like his daughter and hence it was just a situational occurrence? I rebuked myself and was sure that Mama-ji did not do that on purpose and it was purely coincidental. Hence I slowly started accepting Mama-ji’s elbowing in a more free mind. I tried to concentrate on the scenery outside, but unfortunately this road had so many turns that it became quite impossible for me to remain just nonchalant.

As time passed I could feel Mama-ji’s elbow digging in deeper and with time more decisively into my boob as he turned the steering wheel. I was definitely feeling wet inside my pussy and my boob flesh started getting hugely taut. Mama-ji was absolutely ignorant, but my face had turned crimson, as the process was quite regular supplemented by the gear action in between my sari-covered thighs.

The initial chat etc. had stopped and everybody was silent as the car raced on at a decent speed. The girl next to me was already in a semi-slumber, there was no sound from the back seat also, and Mama-ji as usual was all focussed on driving. Just then I happened to raise my eyes and looked through the viewfinder just above my head inside the car.

My mouth simply opened wide! From my angle I could see only one girl and one boy on the back seat. I saw that the girl was sitting with her head on the boy’s shoulder and the boy had one of his hands encircling her over her shoulder. This much was okay, but I did notice that the upper two buttons on the girl’s top was open and the boy’s hand was freely moving on her chest area!

I was already somewhat aroused by Mama-ji’s “driving” and gulping that scene my heart started racing faster immediately. For the moment Mama-ji’s touched remained obscured from my mind and I was keen to watch more. The boy was also lightly kissing the girl’s cheeks and hairs and once I saw he cupped the girl’s perky breast fully with his hand coming from above her shoulder. He gave it a long, tight squeeze and naturally the girl had her eyes closed and was enjoying the whole thing.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, am having hindrance to guide the gear… if you can just keep your legs a bit more spaced out…

Me: Uuuh? Oh! Okay Mama-ji…

I was so keen watching the viewfinder that I readily agreed to what Mama-ji said, but unfortunately since on one side Pinky was sleeping with very much parted legs and Mama-ji sitting on the other side, there was not much space for me to spread my thighs.

Mama-ji: (Seeing that I was unable to do it properly): Let me help you…

Mama-ji now himself grabbed my right thigh over my sari and pulled it towards him trying to create space for the gear to move freely. No way did I expect that, but seeing Mama-ji’s expression I realized it was an honest effort from the elderly person.

Mama-ji: Now it’s okay. I hope you are not uncomfortable Bahurani?

Me: No… no.

In the process my right thigh was pressed more tightly on Mama-ji’s leg and he must be feeling the smoothness and silkiness of my plump sari-covered thigh. I was eager to look up at the viewfinder again and the scene there had of course heated up! I saw the boy had glided his hand through the open buttons of the girl’s top and was massaging her breasts inside her brassiere! The girl now was sitting more close to him, almost on his lap!

Suddenly I felt a pinch on my firm thigh flesh and looked very surprisingly at Mama-ji.

Mama-ji drove the car into the portico of the house and garaged it beside the garden. It was a nice small one storied bungalow type house, quite well maintained.

Mama-ji: I do all this gardening and landscaping myself.

Me: Very nice Mama-ji.

We entered the house and honestly I was feeling a bit odd being alone only with Mama-ji in the house. There was no other person present. Even the maid was missing as she was on leave. Mama-ji showed me the interiors, which comprised of one bedroom, a dining space, a library, a kitchen, a toilet, and a verandah. I kept my carry bag in Mama-ji’s bedroom and used the conveniences.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, garma garam chaye!

Mama-ji placed the tray on the center table. He had brought some cakes and sweets also.

Me: How could you prepare so quickly? (I was visibly surprised)

Mama-ji: Ha ha… I had prepared before I left and kept it in the thermos.

Me: Oh!

The couches that were there in the dining space looked rather odd to me and as I sat on one of them I realized the problem. It was okay for relaxing but for any female to sit like that was pretty odd. The cushion of the couch was unusually soft and spongy and naturally for a heavy bottomed woman like me, I just dug deeper and deeper into the couch. I grabbed the hand-rests of the couch for balance, but my hips descended so much inside that I looked horrible in that posture!

Mama-ji: Uhu! Not like that Bahurani. Sit in a relaxed manner! Like this… These are imported settees. Very comfortable, but you must release your body fully on the backrest. Aaah!

Seeing Mama-ji, I gently released my body weight to the backrest and yes, definitely I felt at ease, but the sitting position was honestly rather awkward for any female, especially in front of any male. It was okay that Mama-ji was my relative, but still…

My heavy ass dug so deep into the seat that it made my legs lose grip off the floor and they hung in the air and my head rested back. Generally we females tend to sit with our legs closed or crossed when we are in an unfamiliar environment, but this couch was made in such a way that it was extremely difficult to keep legs together just because the hip was going so deep down. My legs also remained parted (must have been looking rather indecent as Mama-ji was sitting directly opposite to me) as I leaned back significantly due to the backrest.

It was okay for any male to sit like that as Mama-ji was relaxing and sipping the tea, but for a woman to sit like that was cumbersome. Mama-ji probably read my mind.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, you have just traveled some good kilometers, so just relax now and have the tea. I know when one first sits on this couch, he or she remains a bit stiff, but if you enjoy the sitting, you will surely like it.

Me: Ye… yes Mama-ji, but it is quite…

Mama-ji: Yes, I know Beti… But unless you slacken your muscles a bit, you will not feel the… .

Me: O… Okay….

I obeyed Mama-ji and loosened my muscles and as a result my sari-covered round fleshy bottom dug an inch or tow more into the cushion and my knees separated (which I had been keeping together) as I supported my head on the backrest. I was slowly getting accustomed and after a while as I sipped the tea my legs spread apart inside my sari as I relaxed on that unique couch.

Mama-ji: How’s the tea Beti?

Me: Very nice Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: Ha ha… Good. You know it feels so good if someone comes here, like today you have come…. But alas! All of my blood relations have scattered out… and there is hardly any time for this old man…

Me: Don’t say like that Mama-ji… Actually since you leave alone, you sense that a shade more.

Mama-ji: Hmm… may be! I pass my days now with two or three friends here who are almost my age and also by giving tuition to the boys and girls of our locality.

Me: In which subject do you give tuition Mama-ji?

Mama-ji: Why? Will you take my tuition? Ha ha ha…

We both were smiling.

Mama-ji: Mainly mathematics, but not lower classes, I don’t have the patience now… so I restrict to only classes XI and XII.

Me: I see.

I was feeling slightly uncomfortable now as my panty borders had shifted a bit and were cutting marginally on my groins. Though it was not an intolerable situation, but since I had been sitting in the car in a stiff posture for a prolonged period of time, it must have happened. Mama-ji was right in front of me, so obviously there was no question of me trying to adjust my panty. I continued like that though could clearly feel that the edges of my panty were pressing on my groin.

Mama-ji: Anyway, tell me how’s Rajesh’s business going? I hope all is well?

Me: Yes Mama-ji, his business is going okay, but he has to spend a lot of time in it.

Mama-ji: Ha ha … Shall I consider it as a complain?

Me: (blushing) No, no.

Mama-ji: Still I got the message the way you said it. Ha ha… Anyway, he is staying at night with you naa… Ha ha ha…

I smiled, blushing again.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, whatever you say, you are looking extremely odd in this saffron sari within the house. Seems like some Sanyasini has come …. Ha ha ha..

Me: Yes Mama-ji I know, but I should not break the ashram code.

Mama-ji: But unlike the ashram no one is vigilant on you here!

Me: That’s true. But…

Mama-ji: Okay, but tell me do you always wear this outfit there? I mean even while sleeping also?

Me: No, no Mama-ji. I wear a nighty, but that too is given by the ashram.

Mama-ji: O! I see. But anyway Bahurani you saved me from getting into an awkward situation… (he was smilingly mischievously)

Me: (amused) How?

Mama-ji: If you wished to change your sari, I am not in a position to give you a spare one. Obviously there are no female garments in my house. Ha ha ha… I only have shirts and trousers to offer you. At most I can give you a vest and a pajama to wear…. Ha ha ha…

I smiled back to him with a crimson shade on my face.

Mama-ji: Though there are some saris etc. of my maidservant kept here for emergency purpose, but obviously I can never offer that to my Bahurani.

I smiled again and sipped the tea. Just then Mama-ji stood up from the couch. He has finished his tea. He came near me. I was definitely feeling a bit uncomfortable as he came very near to me and looked down at me while talking. I was sitting in a clumsy fashion in that couch - both my legs were spread and since my buttocks had sunk deep my sari stretched on my thighs making them more prominent and my twin tits appeared like two small hillocks on display as my upper body leaned back on the backrest of the couch.

Fortunately I was wearing a sari; had I been wearing a salwar-kamiz and sitting in this couch, surely it would look rather obscene because from the opposite low angle Mama-ji certainly would have been able to peep into my kamiz from below due to my parted legs. Simultaneously the thought of myself wearing the Maha-yagya paridhan and sitting on this couch came to my mind and I instantly blushed and smiled within myself thinking of the outrageous upskirt view I would have provided to Mama-ji sitting opposite to me!

Mama-ji: Bahurani, I will just take a break for 15-20 minutes, as I have to attend some urgent garden work. Till such time you can have a look at the house and also go to the roof if you like. Otherwise you can just relax here also … okay?

Me: Ji… ji Mama-ji.

I completed the tea and took a couple of sweets, which tasted really nice. As Mama-ji went outside to the garden, I stretched myself and tried to feel more relaxed and automatically now my legs got parted even more (I wondered what would happen to a girl if she sits in this couch wearing a knee-length skirt!)

However, as I continued to relax on that couch, I had to admit in my mind that it was extremely comfortable because once I released my full body weight onto it and was not stiff any longer, it really was a great feeling! At the same time I concluded that this sort of couch should not be kept in the dining, but rather in a private place (like bedroom or a somewhat closed verandah) so that females could also use it effectively. The backrest was so awkwardly deep that when I released my body fully to lean and rest on it, my big boobs looked like two floating balloons under my sari! By no means it could be termed decent for a matured woman to sit and relax on this sort of a couch (especially in front of any male).

After a while, I got up and thought of taking a walk within the house. Mama-ji was outside working in the garden. I started with the kitchen, which was substantially big and spacious. All the utensils, plates, cups, spice bottles, etc. were kept very neatly and I appreciated Mama-ji’s maid’s work in my mind.

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Me: Surely Mama-ji! (I relied with a smiling face alighting from the stool on which I was sitting)

Radheshyam Uncle: Actually Beti I can walk with the help of this cane, but in the toilet I need help. Hope you would not mind helping this old man… Ha ha ha…

Me: No, no. Not at all.

Mama-ji went to the bedroom to change and Radheshyam Uncle took baby steps towards the bathroom. I also accompanied him walking side by side.

I opened the bathroom door for him. Radheshyam Uncle slowly stepped inside and put his cane on the bathroom hook. As soon as he was without the cane, he visibly had an unstable gait. I quickly held him by his hand and shoulder.

Radheshyam Uncle: Beti, can you please hold my shirt like this…

He indicated to lift up his shirt at his waist so that he could open the zip of his trouser. I did as he instructed. I should have tugged my pallu in my waist as it was slipping off my breasts as I had bent marginally.

Radheshyam Uncle: Oh! These zips… they never would come down smooth! (he was trying to pull down his zip with two hands)

I was feeling a bit tongue-tied as the position I was in I could not miss the sight of his penis; though he was pretty elderly and semi-disabled, my heart was beating a shade faster in anticipation of “lund darshan”.

Radheshyam Uncle: Ah! Got it! (he looked up at me)

My pallu was sliding down slowly and now almost my full blouse-covered left breast was visible. There was no way I could adjust it and I cursed myself for not being attentive about it. Radheshyam Uncle now took out his cock out of his chaddi…

My God! It was such a well-nourished, stiff dick, almost unbelievable for a man of his age! He smiled at me and started urinating. The smile was so suggestive…. I never expected such a gesture from an elderly man like him! In front of my eyes Radheshyam Uncle was peeing and I could clearly see the reddish bulb of his stout penis. Automatically I felt very awkward because though he looked significantly old, his lund was quite stout and stiff! Even though Radheshyam Uncle’s cock was not very long, but definitely it was pretty portly, which would attract any mature woman.

I tried my best to look elsewhere but the attraction of well-nourished penis is such for a married woman that time and again my eyes were coming down on his open fly. The stream was weak and Uncle urinated for a longer time than normal. I was so engrossed to watch his naked dick that had not noticed my pallu had almost slipped completely off my conical blouse covered peaks revealing my treasures.

The position was such that I could not shift any of the hands – I was supporting Radheshyam Uncle with one hand while with the other I was holding his lifted shirt. I noticed that Uncle was eyeing my big pomegranate breasts and looking at my exposed cleavage. It was so irritating, but there was nothing to do till he finished urination.

Radheshyam Uncle: Thanks Bahurani… please be kind enough to hold my shirt up for a little while more.

Me: O…okay uncle.

Radheshyam Uncle jerked his penis for unusually long time giving me a prolonged opportunity to view his naked penis. I wondered in the last few days how many male penises I had seen!

Radheshyam Uncle: Okay done.

Uncle angled his arm to pull down his shirt and his elbow straightaway hit my tight breasts and I immediately coiled up.

Radheshyam Uncle: Sorry Beti… actually… you can now hold me by my shoulders.

I tried to adjust my pallu first with one hand and held him with the other, but he was so unsteady that he was almost falling to one side during this act.

Radheshyam Uncle: B-a-h-u-r-a-n-i, do not take away your hand like that.

I reacted immediately and had to be extremely proactive to prevent his fall, but in the process was almost hugging him from the back. My full breasts pressed against his back as he was regained his standing posture.

Me: Oh! You scared me Uncle!

Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani that’s my only problem, my gait. I really have no control on that.

Me: I can understand… (all this while my firm boobs remained tightly pressed on his back and Uncle must have enjoyed the fullness of my tits thoroughly on his back).

I myself was also feeling “hot” now – first being a spectator in that lewd chat, then seeing Uncle’s lund, and now pressing my breasts on his body – the effect was of course more as I was pantyless inside my sari.

Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, you come to my front and hold me so that I can get the cane.

Me: Okay…

I slowly came face to face with Radheshyam Uncle, being very cautious so that he did not get off balance, but in the process rubbed my big tight breasts on his body’s upper part as I finally came to his front. I did not know whether it was enough to charge up a 50+ man semi-disabled man like him or not, but I myself was indeed feeling a strong itch inside my choot.

Radheshyam Uncle: Now you hold me Bahurani so that I can…

Me: Yes, surely.

I held his waist as he raised his right arm to get the cane, but unfortunately the positioning was not right and he had to lean forward to reach the cane hung on the wall hook. His body weight started leaning towards me and though Radheshyam Uncle was not very bulky, it was a rather tight situation for me to keep his body weight holding on to his waist only. I had to shift my hands off his waist to hold him properly and more securely, but as I did that I noticed his whole body undulated like a free particle and I immediately grabbed him tightly to avoid a fall incident.

Radheshyam Uncle: B-a-h-u-r-a-n-i…

Me: Sorry Uncle. I forgot momentarily…

Now I was compelled to hold him by his body circumference, but the result was simply disastrous for me. It was almost like a full frontal hug for Uncle and with his one arm extended out for the cane, his unbalanced undulating body slipped into my embrace. As he bent further to reach for the cane, I was unable to bear his weight with my hands and though I tried my best to avoid that clumsy situation, it was inevitable. I was virtually hugging him from the front!

Things were worse since he had one arm folded near his chest (while his other arm was stretched out for the cane), he was in fact directly touching and pressing my big mammaries over my sari pallu and blouse with that hand! I could feel his pelvic area also pressing and pushing into my crotch! I never expected such a thing to happen in the toilet, but as soon as I got direct touches on my boob by a male hand, I started getting very excited. The sight of Uncle’s stiff and nourished cock (which I saw moments ago during his urination) also crept up in my mind. I could clearly sense the flow of libido in me and was getting excited by the touch of this near 60 man!

Uiiiaaahhhh…. (I murmured within myself)

My face pressed against his shoulder and armpit and the scent of male body odor made me more passionate! I completely forgot his age and the respect that existed between our relationship and embraced him more tightly with both hands (as if trying to hold him so that he could keep his balance). I was pretty sure Radheshyam Uncle could not miss that gesture of mine as my fingers dug deep into his skin and within moments I realized that he was also eager to use the opportunity! I felt that his bend arm had started working! Initially it was pressing on my breasts, but now I could clearly feel that his fingers pressed on my firm boob flesh and trying to cup my big-sized developed tit.

Radheshyam Uncle: Ohh! Bahurani… I am feeling a bit lightheaded… Aah! Can you… can you please hold me for some more time?

Me: Of course Uncle. Please be stationary till you feel better.

Radheshyam Uncle: Oh… Okay… Thanks.

Was he really feeling lightheaded? God knows! Though his facial expressions were pretty convincing for me that he was feeling uneasy, but his body movements were certainly depicting a different story! His head suddenly drooped and rested on my shoulder.

Me: Uncle, are you okay?

Radheshyam Uncle: Umm… (sniffing my neck and hair) It happ… happens to me… will be okay soon.

Me: Okay, okay. You just reeee… (I almost gasped as his nose touched my neck) … relax. No… No problem.

I tried my best to appear normal to the aged man, but his movements were making me rather horny! As his head continued to lie on my shoulder and he was inhaling my hair aroma, his folded arm remained pressed on my breast directly. Additionally as he felt lightheaded he dropped his extended arm (which he had raised for the cane on the wall hook) behind my body and it landed on my round protruding ass. This time I was really feeling very uncomfortable, as I was not keen to advertise to Radheshyam Uncle that I was not wearing a panty under my sari. But as his body dropped and bent a bit due to his lightheadedness, his palm was right over my sari-covered left ass cheek. I was compelled to wriggle my ass and tried to shift a bit in my standing posture as I was feeling very uneasy and getting increasingly excited that way with a man embracing me with his left hand on my doodh and his right hand on my gaand!

It was not that I was not enjoying Uncle’s touches on my body, but he was making me rather crazy with his posture. Afterall I did not want to cross the decency level and go wild here in Mama-ji’s residence.

Radheshyam Uncle was continuously emitting sounds of different sorts (uff… aaafff… ohhh…) and simultaneously exerting more pressure on me. He kept his body weight almost fully on me and now though his head was somewhat stationary (not breathing in too much my hair aroma), his hands were making me gasp. I could feel Radheshyam Uncle was trying to stretch his fingers of his left hand, which was pressed between our bodies right over my mammaries, and in the process was actually squeezing and cupping my firm boob flesh. I just went mad – my nipples were fully erect by then and I was sure he could feel the poke of my stiff nipples on his fingers over the fabric of my blouse and brassiere. Naturally my lips began to part and I closed my eyes in elation and my fingers digging in more deep on Uncle’s back.

The next moment Radheshyam Uncle made me rather embarrassed as I could clearly make out that he was trying to be sure whether I was wearing anything under my sari. The way he was moving his palm on my whole ass and pressing certain areas made me very much convinced that he was trying to trace whether I was wearing a panty or not. When the old man was sure that I had nothing underneath my sari he gave me a very tight squeeze on my bottom. My whole face turned red being caught in a pantyless condition in the hands of this near 60 man. I realized that I had to resist now otherwise I might not stop Radheshyam Uncle from molesting me.

Me: Uncle, are you better now? I am really finding it difficult to hold you weight….

Radheshyam Uncle: Ahh… Yes, yes Bahurani. Sorry for that…

Uncle tried to stand straight and I also loosened my hug and he now finally took out his folded arm off my mammaries. Due to his groping my pallu had moved dangerously and I was exposing my cleavage along with the whole of my butter-colored upper breast area. As I was breathing heavily due to my excited state, the bulge of my boobs over my blouse was also very evident. Since I could not remove my hands off Uncle’s body, I could not adjust my sari pallu and thus shamelessly stood in that sexy condition. Radheshyam Uncle was of course eyeing my fully developed tits as he extended his arm again to reach the cane. This time he picked that up cleanly and at last he released me!

I immediately placed my pallu over my exposed boobs and wrapped my sari neatly on my body so that Mama-ji did not suspect anything.

Radheshyam Uncle: Sorry again Bahurani for the trouble.

Me (smiling) No, no, its okay.

I walked ahead of Uncle through the toilet door and as I looked back momentarily I did not miss his gaze over my full-sized butts. I dropped my eyelids in natural shame, as I was very much aware that he had the knowledge that I was wearing nothing under my sari. Our walk through the corridor was of course silent till we reached Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: Oh! You took a long time!

Me: Actually Radheshyam Uncle was not feeling well….

Mama-ji: Oh! What’s is Radhe?

Radheshyam Uncle: Arre… don’t worry Arjun. Its my lightheadedness, which comes and goes throughout the day.

Mama-ji: O! I see. Bahurani, that’s an old friend of his… Ha ha ha...

Mama-ji distributed some candies, which tasted really good.

Radheshyam Uncle: Let me sit for a while to be fully fit again.

Mama-ji: Yes, take some rest. You know Bahurani, Radhe is just my age, but see how old he appears. That’s why I always say to exercise, but this lazy old fox won’t listen!

I said within myself that how much old Radheshyam Uncle might appear, his cock looked very strong and well nourished! I smiled. I was about to sit on the chair when…

Mama-ji: Arree! Bahurani! Wait… one sec.

I was about to sit and remained in that state hearing Mama-ji’s words and my big sari-covered bottom jutted out as I stood in that “about to sit posture”. I must have been looking horribly indecent as both Radheshyam Uncle and Mama-ji were staring keenly at my rear portion.

Mama-ji: (still looking towards my ass) What’s that patch?

Me: Where?

Mama-ji: There… on your… (he pointed towards my ass)

I immediately was alert and stood straight.

Mama-ji: Eh! A distinct black spot there… how did you get that?

I was visibly surprised as I was sure that I did not lean on anything so that I might catch any stain. I took my right hand to my backside (to be precise on my hips) and tried to trace that.

Me: Where? (I tried to see it by stretching my sari)

Mama-ji: Oho, let me show you. You cannot see it like that.

Mama-ji came near me and without even asking for a permission touched my firm ass cheek and pointed out the area on my sari where the stain was.

Me: Oho… okay… okay… but how did I….(In my mind I was cursing me like anything for taking off the panty; after Radheshyam Uncle, now Mama-ji also felt my ass!)

Mama-ji: Did you sit on anything in the toilet?

Me: Out of question Mama-ji. Ask Radheshyam Uncle.

Radheshyam Uncle: No, no. Bhahurani was helping me all along.

Mama-ji: Then, did you press your… I mean bottom on the wall etc.?

Me: No, no!

Mama-ji: Then how did such a big black spot come there? It was definitely not there when you went with Radhe, otherwise I would have told you then.

Me: That’s true also.

Now suddenly a point stroke me! Was it Radheshyam Uncle’s handiwork? I was pretty sure that I did not press my buttocks on anything, but he felt and pressed my ass with his hand for a fairly long time. Right, right! Uncle washed his hands after he took the cane from the wall hook! The rascal!

Mama-ji: Do one thing. Go and check in the mirror in my bedroom.

Me: Okay.

I was also keen to see the stain properly. I walked past both the buddhas and my sixth sense alerted me that they both were gaping at my large round swaying ass inside my sari as I entered Mama-ji’s bedroom. I checked in the mirror and it was surely looking very odd – a blackish stain on the saffron sari - right in the middle of ass. I rubbed it with my finger and tried to wipe it and then suddenly I heard footsteps inside the bedroom!

I was not only surprised, but also shocked seeing both men coming inside the room while I was virtually rubbing my ass in front of the mirror.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, do you have a spare sari with you?

I tried my best to hide my “taken aback” state and tried to act normally. Radheshyam Uncle took small steps and walked towards the bed and sat there! This irritated me even more.

Me: Yes Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: Okay, but Bahurani, I think you would feel the best to wear a fresh set after your bath. Isn’t it?

Me: Yes, but…

Radheshyam Uncle: But Arjun, then how can Bahurani go out for marketing like this?

Mama-ji: But we need to make a move soon otherwise we will proceed to the market now only, otherwise will get late for lunch.

Me: But Mama-ji…

Mama-ji: Oho… Bahurani! There’s one simple way to get rid of this problem.

Radheshyam Uncle and myself both looked questionable at him.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, I have a washing machine and you won’t believe it dries things in minutes. I will just get that cleaned (again pointing towards my ass) and get it dried in the machine. Will take just about 15 minutes or so.

Radheshyam Uncle: Bah! That’s really good to know. What do you say Bahurani?

I was literally handicapped to put forward my view (though I tried), as they were just too elderly to me for a protest.

Me: But Mama-ji… err… You don’t take all that pain. I mean I can manage to my spare sari. (Though I was really not keen to change to the fresh sari without a bath as I had sweated a lot and gathered a lot of dust traveling)

Mama-ji: Bahurani… (there was certainly a change in Mama-ji’s voice).. I told you it’s just a matter of 15 minutes (it was more of an order).

Radheshyam Uncle: Yes Bahurani, when your mama-ji is saying, you just don’t worry.

I had very little choice after that and moreover I was a guest in Mama-ji’s residence, so could not also object much.

Me: O… Okay Mama-ji, as you say, but definitely you don’t have to wash the stain, I will do it myself…

Mama-ji: Oho… this girl is just too much… Just do as I say Bahurani! (the output definitely was very affirmative)

Me: (giving up) Ji… ji Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: Okay then, give me the sari.

That was the shock of my life! How could I just take off my sari in front of him and Radheshyam Uncle? I looked up at him with an extremely frowned face.

Mama-ji seemed cool as if he asked me to do something very normal!

Mama-ji: What happened Bahurani?

Me: No, I mean… err…

Radheshyam Uncle: Arre Arjun, seems Bahurani is shying from us!

Mama-ji: Oooohhh! Ha ha ha…

I stood like an idiot in between the two elderly males who both started laughing loudly.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, really?

Radheshyam Uncle: This is the height Arjun! Ha ha ha…

I really did not understand what was so funny in that - I was hesitating to open my sari in front of two males – was that very peculiar? I was indeed feeling rather shy and reserved now with the simultaneous laughs from both males.

Mama-ji: (stopping his laugh suddenly) Do you want us to leave the room?

The question was so unexpectedly placed before me that I could not react and fumbled and made a mess of myself.

Me: No… err…. I mean…

Mama-ji: Radhe… come along. Lets wait outside… Bahurani is shying from us… He bhagwan…

Before I could react Radheshyam Uncle added something more.

Radheshyam Uncle: Arre Bitiya-rani, your husband had played naked in his lap. And you are shying from him? So many times your mama-ji had dressed up even your mother-in-law… and you are shying from him! That’s not expected! Anyway, we are going out of the room….

Saying that he was about to get up from the bed where he was sitting. He visibly seemed to be in pain as he was about to lift his body. I could well realize things were taking a different shape and quickly tried to resurrect the situation.

Me: No, no Mama-ji, I didn’t mean that. Please… I did not want to hurt you.

Mama-ji: No, no Bahurani, you were quite clear…

Me: Mama-ji… Mama-ji, am sorry. I know that you have seen Rajesh from his childhood and Radheshyam Uncle you were a childhood friend of my mother-in-law. (I was trying my best to butter them up) Actually I… I thought the other way round…

Radheshyam Uncle: What Bahurani?

Me: I… I thought you might feel offended if I open my sari in front of you. Afterall I am your family’s Bahu…

Mama-ji: Ohhh! Come on! Why should we feel upset?

Radheshyam Uncle: Ha ha ha… just see… we were taking you in a totally different way.

I smiled and was much relieved that I could save the situation.

Mama-ji: Anyway, lets not waste further time because we will get late then for shopping.

Radheshyam Uncle: Right, right! Bahurani, give your sari to Arjun.

Though I was very hesitant, but I did not want to exhibit that to them. Both males were staring at me as I dropped my sari off my breasts and started unwrapping it off my waist. Within moments I was standing in front of these elderly males clad in my blouse and petticoat.

Me: Here… here it is. (My eyes were towards the floor as I was indeed feeling rather shy standing like that in front of two men, almost my father’s age)

As I handed over my sari to Mama-ji and I noted he and Radheshyam Uncle both were eyeing my gorgeous toppling mammaries clasped in my blouse. My breasts appeared all the more prominent and erect as I was wearing a very tight bra that day.

Mama-ji: okay Beti, just wait for a while, I will get this stain cleaned.

Radheshyam Uncle: Come quickly Arjun.

Mama-ji: Yes surely.

I felt very awkward standing like that in the room in front of Radheshyam Uncle who was sitting on the bed.

Radheshyam Uncle: You resemble so much like your mother-in-law Bahurani!

I looked at him and saw clearly that he was openly stroking his lund with his hand inside his trousers! My goodness!

Radheshyam Uncle: Tulsi, I mean your mother-in-law also had a great body like you… (he seemed to be licking my whole body with his eyes!)

I was shocked by the boldness of Radheshyam Uncle and really did not know what to say.

Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, come and sit here… on the bed.

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I had little alternative and stepped slowly towards the bed. Radheshyam Uncle patted the bed to indicate the position to sit. I felt very ashamed the way things were going, especially about my half-stripped state.

Radheshyam Uncle: You know Beti, when I am looking at you, it reminds me of my Tulsi…

“My Tulsi”? What did he mean?

I could not look straight into Uncle’s eyes, as I was aware that my cleavage was visible to him over my blouse. The fabric of my petticoat was also not very thick and as I sat on the bed, the outlines of my well-formed rotund thighs were traceable through my petticoat.

Still I looked questionably at him.

Radheshyam Uncle: You are surprised, isn’t it? But you know Bahurani, Tulsi was supposed to marry me, but…

Me: Marry you?

I was shocked to hear such a comment from Radheshyam Uncle.

Radheshyam Uncle: Yes Bahurani, but there was an unfortunate sudden clash between our parents, which did not allow that to happen. But we married each other in our minds. Ahh…

Me: Really! (Though I was pretty surprised to know this fact, I was in fact getting out of my shyness shell slowly)

Radheshyam Uncle: Yes Beti and now each time I am looking at you… it seems Tulsi is sitting in front of me! You resemble her so much bodily!

Uncle then paused for a moment before he exploded a “bomb”!

Radheshyam Uncle: You know Bahurani, Tulsi and I spent so many quiet afternoons in our house attic - just like you and me are sitting like this… just like you – clad only in her petticoat and blouse… Actually during that time talks of her marriage was going on and she used to dress up in sari all the time. We used to meet secretly you know…

Radheshyam Uncle paused very briefly and looking at my face continued.

Radheshyam Uncle: We used to meet in our house attic you know Bahurani and as soon as we were within closed doors we were in others arms… Ahhh… We then used to chat just like you and me are sitting here and most of the time Tulsi lost her sari in our hugs. Ha ha ha…

I was a bit staggered to hear such things about my mother-in-law and honestly did not know how to react. Radheshyam Uncle seemed to be relishing quite a bit as he narrated his private life with my mother-in-law!

Radheshyam Uncle: B-a-h-u-r-a-n-i… you are really making me nostalgic… your body, the way you are looking right now, your blouse (looking at my twin peaks), your petticoat (looking at my legs)… you definitely bear a strong resemblance to my Tulsi…

I smiled just a shade. What else could I do? I was praying for Mama-ji to come back so that I could break out of Radheshyam Uncle’s “nostalgia”. But unfortunately that was not the case and this man continued to relate personal details of my mother-in-law, which started making me significantly uncomfortable.

Radheshyam Uncle: As I was saying then also Bahurani, the fashion of wearing underpants has only evolved recently. I never saw Tulsi to wear one… Even you know Beti, at that time, women hardly wear a bra at home, unlike today, when I find my bahu always wearing one whether at home or going outside! The changing time… Huh!

What did he mean? How could he say that? Did he use to check lifting my mother-in-law’s skirt or sari? I was simply stunned listening to what he mentioned about his bahu!

Just then Mama-ji was back.

Oh! What a relief!

Mama-ji: Its done Bahurani, its absolutely clean now. I have kept it in the drier and should be dry in 5-10 minutes.

Me: O… okay… err… Thanks Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: The stain was oily type, where did you get it from?

Me: No clue!

Mama-ji: Have you checked Bahurani whether it had seep into your petticoat or not? Actually the fabric of your ashram sari is quite thin, so I was just…

Me: Ye… yes.. err… no.

Mama-ji: What yes/no? Stand up, let me see.

Again it was a compromising state for me, as I had to display my ass to my elderly relative. I did not argue and stood up, turned back and faced Radheshyam Uncle who was sitting on bed so that my round petticoat-covered buttocks faced Mama-ji. I could sense Mama-ji coming near to inspect my gaand from a closer proximity. Instantly my heart was beating faster as I was very much aware that I was not wearing a panty below my petticoat and my fleshy ass cheeks must have been visibly prominent through the sheer fabric of my petticoat.

Mama-ji: Thank God. You are safe Bahurani. It did not seep in.

Me: (I was so much relieved as I faced Mama-ji) Oh! Good to know that.

Mama-ji: So Bahurani? How much bore did this old man make you during this time? Ha ha ha…

Me: No… no, it was okay.

Mama-ji: Radhe, what were you chattering?

Radheshyam Uncle: Nothing, I was just telling her how much she resembles Tulsi.

Mama-ji: Ohh… Okay. But yaar, let bygones be bygones. You had an affair with my sister and it was our misfortune that it did not materialize at that time… that’s all.

Radheshyam Uncle: Agreed. But tell me Arjun does she not extraordinarily resemble Tulsi?

This again created an opportunity for the two “buddhas” to inspect my ripe jawani. I was surely looking rather sexy in that outfit and both males must have had a gala time feasting their eyes once again directly on my matured curves.

Mama-ji: Hmm… Bahurani, that’s true. Your physical appearance does remind me of my sister during her young days….

I did not know what to do and tried to remain normal though automatically me ears and face had turned red. But I was confused since if Mama-ji was comparing me with her sister at her young age, how could she have such a plump figure at that age!

“I am almost 30 now and my mother-in-law must have got married at 16 or 17! Then how…” I babbled in my mind.

Mama-ji: Anyway Bahurani…. Seems your uncle is quite charged up seeing you… Ha ha ha… Radhe, don’t just confuse her with Tulsi and do anything… Bahurani, just be careful… Ha ha ha…

I smiled and blushed as I was very much aware what he meant by his statement. I was quite astonished to see that an elderly man like mama-ji had no respect for her sister and was openly discussing her premarital affair like this!

Radheshyam Uncle: Ha ha ha… That’s well said.

Mama-ji: Let me check if the sari has dried up or not.

Mama-ji left the room and Radheshyam Uncle also stood up and was about to leave the room. He took baby steps and had reached the doorstep when Mama-ji was back with my sari.

Mama-ji: Here it is Bahurani… you get ready and then we will go straight to the Parineeta Store, a very famous ladies garment shop in this area.

I sighed a big relief as I was alone in the room. I closed the door and quickly pulled out my panty from the carry bag. I was cursing myself why I had stripped off it! I briskly wore my panty and adjusted my blouse and petticoat once before getting out of the house and finally wrapping the sari on my body to look decent. I combed my hair and was ready in a minute to accompany Mama-ji and Uncle to the market.

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