Chapter 19

After finishing my evening workout, I showered and changed into a pair of comfortable slacks and a t-shirt. It was nearing 7:30 pm and since I had nothing to do, I thought I might as well head to Kalpana aunty’s place where I was supposed to go for dinner. I couldn’t help but think about how my fortunes with the women in my colony had changed. More than me, it was perhaps Kalpana aunty who was waiting for me to come to her place, since this was the last night she would be alone. Tomorrow, Jigna was returning from her picnic, and so was Jatin bhai from his business trip. Not that I wouldn’t get any more opportunities to sleep with the loving Kalpana aunty, but then being alone meant raw uninhibited sex. I smiled inwardly at the thought of that. It was indeed a welcome change from having to masturbate three times a day.

As I rang the bell at Kalpana auntie’s house, I heard her call out from inside “Who’s there?”

“It’s me aunty ... Jignesh” I called back through the door. I heard an exclamation of “Oh...” from inside, and the sound of her bustling around inside the house.

“Beta, are you alone ... or is somebody with you?” she asked from behind the door.

“I am alone, aunty...” I replied in a perplexed voice, wondering why she would thing that I would be accompanied by somebody. A moment later, the door opened partly. But I couldn’t see her anywhere.

I was just about to say something when she spoke from behind the partly opened door “I’m here beta, come in quickly.”

My confusion growing, I stepped inside. It was only after I stepped inside and she closed the door behind us that I understood the reason for this strange behavior.

She was not wearing her saree, and was clad only in her blouse and petticoat; with a thin rough linen cloth (ostensibly used to wipe vessels in the kitchen) resting on her shoulder. She was drenched with sweat and mopped her face with the cloth as I gazed at her in amusement.

Looking at me with an embarrassed smile, she said “Oh beta, I was not expecting you to come so early ... I was cooking in the kitchen, and it’s so hot so I ... I ... I had taken off my saree ... I am ... I am so sorry beta...”

For some strange reason, this little incident both aroused and touched me at the same time. If she had wanted to, she could have kept me waiting at the door while she made her self presentable. But I guess the fact that she didn’t do so, spoke volumes about the regard she held me in.

Shaking my head with a smile, I embraced her warmly and said “Oh aunty, you don’t need to apologize.”

Her hands had been fidgeting with the kitchen cloth on her shoulder, partly in embarrassment, and partly in an attempt to cover her huge breasts held tight inside the blouse with her arms. As I gazed at her smiling face, I couldn’t help but think that despite of her having a weather-beaten, wheat complexioned, and pockmarked face, she had beautiful big eyes and and an endearing smile. As her huge firm heavy breasts pressed against my chest, she rested her left hand on my shoulder, and placed the other hand on my hips; returning my embrace. As always the broad strap of her black bra peeked out from under her blouse at the shoulder, and her blouse was drenched with sweat at the neck and the armpits.

“I just thought that I’d come a little early and help you with your work, aunty...” I said to her lovingly.

“Oh beta ... you are so nice...” she said with a warm smile, caressing my cheek with her right hand. As I let go of her, she said “Just give me a minute beta ... I will quickly wear my saree and I’ll be back.”

“Oh no aunty ... no need to do that please...” I said quickly “ ... you don’t have to be so formal with me...”

“But beta...” she began to protest.

“And besides ... I love seeing you this way, aunty...” I continued with a naughty smile.

Hearing that, she smiled with a mixture of love and shyness, and said “Ok beta ... as you say.” Turning around, she went into the kitchen and quickly returned with a glass of water on a tray. As I took the glass from her, she said “Beta, please make yourself comfortable ... aunty will finish cooking quickly and come.”

“I’d rather be with you in the kitchen, aunty...” I replied with my most charming smile. She just smiled and shook her head silently.

As I followed her into the kitchen, I could not help but once again gaze in awe at the way her humongous ass moved under the old worn petticoat. Incidentally she was wearing the same bottle green blouse and petticoat that she was wearing with her saree when she’d come to my place in the afternoon. My truculent cock, which had been teased by Mayuri ben’s teenage daughter Amisha only a while back, stirred once again. Upon entering the kitchen, I saw that she was working on preparing a lavish spread for dinner. In order to ease her discomfort at my being in the kitchen while she cooked, I asked her “So what are you making for dinner today?”

“Oh nothing much beta ... I am just hoping that you will like whatever little I have made...” Getting back to cutting some vegetables, she continued “I made daal dhokli ... your mother had told me you love that ... and I am now making some undhiyu...”

For those unfamiliar with Gujarati cuisine, daal dhokli is a dish made out of steamed flour pancakes, cut and immersed in a thick lentil gravy. Undhiyu, on the other hand, is a delicacy made from a mixture of numerous non-leafy vegetables.

“Umm ... my mouth is already watering, aunty...” I said with a smile.

“Oh please beta ... I am just praying that you will like it...” she replied in an eager voice.

“And what are you making for dessert, aunty?” I asked.

“Oh beta ... I made some gaajar ka halwa ... I hope you like it ... I was not sure of what sweet dishes you like...” she replied in an unsure voice.

“Hmm ... actually I am not too big a fan of gaajar ka halwa...” I replied with a straight face.

Hearing this, she frowned in worry, and pausing she said in worried voice “Oh beta ... how foolish of me ... I just assumed that...”

I laughed heartily, and interrupting her said “Arre aunty ... I was just teasing you ... of course I love gaajar ka halwa ... in fact I love anything that you make...” walking up to her and wrapping my arms around her wide thick hips from behind. As I rested my chin on her shoulder, I whispered into her ear “And to tell you the truth aunty ... even if there is no dessert, I am fine ... since I am going to have you for dessert tonight...”

Hearing this, she let out a sigh of relief and turning sideways to look at my face, she said “Oh Jignesh beta ... Don’t say such sweet things to aunty ... because after some time, when you get tired of your Kalpana aunty ... I will really miss all this...” caressing my cheek with a wry smile on her face.

In response, I just snuggled up closer to her from behind, pressing my crotch to her ample buttocks, and cupping her huge flesh breasts through the blouse, said enigmatically “Let’s just see who gets tired of whom first...”

As I gazed down at the valley between her huge breasts encased tightly inside the confines of her blouse, the mangalsutra adorning her chest, I felt her thick nipples harden even under the double layers of her blouse and bra.

“Oh beta...” she groaned, throwing her head back and resting it against my chest “if you continue to do all this, then aunty will not be able to cook...”

The faint odor of sweat from her hot body was arousing me, and realizing I had to save my energy for the night, I disengaged from her with a laugh. Sitting down on a stool in the kitchen, I chatted with her as she continued cooking.

Once she was done cooking, she excused herself by saying that she wanted to have a bath before serving me dinner. I caught up on some TV as she went for her bath. When she returned after finishing her bath, she was a transformed woman. She had changed into a purple chiffon saree embellished with shiny tinsel work that suited her complexion very well, and that was accompanied by a matching blouse. She had washed her hair, and since it was still not dry, she had wrapped a thin linen towel around her head and hair, like a makeshift headgear. Somehow the sight of a freshly bathed housewife, with a towel wrapped around her head always turned me on. As she walked into the room with a smile on her loving face, I could smell the faint aroma of some lavender talcum powder she’d liberally sprinkled on her body. ‘Time I bought this woman some deodorants.’ I thought to myself.

As she bustled into the kitchen, she said to me apologetically “I am so sorry I had to make you wait beta...”

I dismissed her apology with some appropriate comment. As I followed her into the kitchen to help her set the table, I noticed that the back of her blouse was wet due to water dripping from her hair, and that the outlines of her black bra could be seen through the blouse. Having set the table, I settled down to enjoy the sumptuous dinner she had prepared, and topped it up with the delicious carrot dessert she had so lovingly prepared. As I ate with relish, licking my fingers intermittently, she watched me with a look of tenderness and fondness. Once again, I was caught in this quandary of my lust for her being mixed with feelings of love and warmth. The predators that we men are, the thrill is all in the hunt, and having conquered the prey, we start to lose interest.

After we finished dinner, and I helped her clear the plates, she went into the kitchen to wash the utensils. I used to time to grab some fresh air in the small open courtyard behind their house. After a while, she came outside. She was carrying a bucket with washed clothes to be hung to dry in the courtyard. I went up to her to help her with the clothes, a gesture which pleased her immensely. Without looking at me as she was hanging the clothes on the line, she said “Beta, a man like you is every mother’s dream. Your mother is very lucky to have a son like you...”

I just laughed, partly at the irony of it. I’d never be caught doing anything to help my mom ever in the house, and I was dead sure there was nobody she detested more than her useless bum of a son.

She was standing on a stool in order to reach the clothes line, and as I was handing her the washed clothes one by one from the bucket, a bra of hers came into my hand. As I handed her the cheap cotton bra, a look of embarrassment came to her face, and all she could muster was an “Oh...” I just smiled at her teasingly. As she fixed a clip on the bra, she was silent for a while. Climbing down from the stool, she picked up the empty bucket, and stood there for a while, as if unsure of what to say. Clearing her throat, she said hesitatingly “Beta ... Jigna told me ... that when you bought those clothes for her ... you ... also ... bought some ... umm ... undergarments for her.”

Once again she paused, as if gathering her thoughts. “I am her mother ... and ... I should be doing this for her ... and I had been thinking of buying her some ... bras ... for quite some time now ... but for some reason or the other ... I had to keep postponing it...” she said slowly.

I wasn’t sure where this conversation was heading, and I was a little apprehensive that she might disapprove of me taking that kind of liberties with her teenage daughter.

“You know beta ... she is growing up really fast ... and ... I could see that ... for her body ... she needs to wear a bra now...” she continued in a low voice.

I just stood there silently, waiting for her to say more.

Moving closer to me, she took hold of my hand in hers, and said “Beta ... what I am trying to say is that ... I am very grateful that you did that for Jigna ... I am ... I don’t know what else to say...” she said with a tone of gratitude in her voice.

I just caressed the back of her palm and said “Oh come on aunty ... now again you are making me feel like a parahia ... you and Jigna ... mean a lot to me aunty...”

Hearing this, she smiled at me warmly, and placing her hand on my chest said “Yes I know beta ... you mean the world to Jigna ... I can see that she is very fond of you ... and I know that you also care for her very much...” Continuing, she said “And beta ... I need your help in handling her ... because she is growing up ... and at this age ... you know ... umm ... girls can get ... distracted ... you know what I mean, beta?” looking me in the eye.

“I understand that aunty... “I replied reassuringly.

“And beta ... please guide her ... I mean ... please help her ... umm ... deal with those distractions ... you know what I am trying to say na, beta?” she asked me once again, looking at my face with those deep big eyes of hers.

I was at a loss for words, as I was feeling terribly guilty about the fact that she was implicitly placing her daughter in my trust, while all I did was lust for that luscious teenage school girl. Clearing my throat, I said “Don’t worry about Jigna aunty ... I will take care of her ... and ... and I will make sure that I am there to handle her ... umm ... distractions...”

What I had just said was a loaded statement, and I was praying she wouldn’t understand the true meaning of my words.

To change the topic, I took hold of her hand and said “Now let’s go inside aunty ... I ... I want to go to bed now ... with you...” the last two words being said with a smile on my face. She just smiled and followed me inside.

As she was locking the rear courtyard door, she said to me “Beta ... I have kept the bedroom ready ... why don’t you go ahead ... I’ll join you in a minute...”

I agreed and headed inside. She had put on fresh sheets and pillow covers on the bed in their master bedroom in preparation of my visit. I smiled to myself as I stripped off my slacks and t-shirt and lay down bare-chested on the comfortable bed in only my boxers. I lay there waiting for her to come, my thoughts drifted to the incredible chain of events in the last one week or so. Was it the new-found money that had changed my fortunes in matters of sex? Was it luck? Was it because I was being kind to people? Or was I a conniving scheming bastard exploiting the situation with these vulnerable women? There were no straight answers, I concluded. It was perhaps a combination of all of these.

She came into the room after a while, carrying a tray with a glass of warm milk. In terms of being pampered, it couldn’t have gotten any better. With a smile, she sat down on the bed beside me and offered me the milk.

I sat up, and taking the glass from her hands, said “Thank you, aunty...”

She just smiled in return. After I finished drinking the sweetened milk, she took the empty glass from my hand and got up to place it on a small teapoy next to their cupboard. As she was about to turn around, I got up from the bed and quickly went and embraced her from behind. She let out a surprised “Oh...” and smiling, placed her hand on mine. My crotch was pressed against massive fleshy buttocks and my hands were wrapped around her mature fleshy belly.

Turning her head sideways to look up to me, she said “What happened beta? Why did you get up?”

In response, I just rested my chin on her shoulder, and pressed myself closer to her. Her damp hair was still tied in that thin cotton towel, and her blouse was wet at the back with the water from her damp hair.

Turning her around, I wrapped my arms around her waist again, and pressed my already hardening cock to her belly. Looking into her eyes, I bent my face and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Oh beta...” she sighed, as my lips touched hers, and wrapped her arms around my back. Her mouth parted and our tongues intertwined as I kissed her hungrily. As I pulled my mouth away from hers, she closed her eyes and rested her face against my chest. We held in each other silently for a few moments. Then I pushed her away gently, and looking into her eyes said “Aunty, I want to see you ... can I take off your clothes?”

“Oh Jignesh beta...” was all she could manage to say, as she looked into my eyes with love and nodded her head. Reaching out, I took hold of the pallu of her saree and began to undrape it. She just stood their silently, watching me with a look of tenderness and arousal.

As the saree came off her torso, I was once again rewarded by the sight of her huge breasts encased tightly inside the purple blouse of hers. The blouse was damp at the shoulders and I could see the thick strap of her black bra under the thin fabric of the blouse. As always, I couldn’t help but admire the way her big heavy breasts strained inside the confines of her blouse, causing the hooks of blouse to be stretched. Resisting the temptation to grab her mature heavy breasts, I quickly pulled off the saree completely. As I dropped the saree on the floor, I looked at her stocky heavy built body clad only in the blouse and petticoat.

I sat down on the bed and pulled her towards me. With a sigh, she came to me and wrapped her arms around my bare back, pressing my face to her heavy fleshy belly. As I pressed my cheek to her belly, her heavy mature breasts rested on my head, I felt her ruffle the hair on my head fondly. Once again, I stood up and holding her by her waist, looked her in the eye.

“Can I open your blouse, aunty?” I asked in a husky voice.

“Yes, beta...” she whispered, looking me in the eye.

I reached out between us and began to open the hooks of her blouse. She hunched her shoulders together to help me open the hooks easily, as she continued to gaze at me silently. As the hooks of her blouse came open, I was rewarded by the sight of those beautiful big mature breasts held tight inside the confines of her cheap cotton black bra. Her breasts, in addition to being big, were also spread quite wide across her chests, causing them to bulge out of the cups of her bra near her armpits, and also form a deep inviting cleavage.

As I slid her blouse off her heavy arms with some difficulty and dropped them on the floor, I looked into her eyes again. Resting my left hand on her fleshy hips, I reached out with my right and cupping her huge fleshy breast with my right hand, squeezed gently. “Jignesh...” she breathed, as she thrust her chest out, and felt my fingers close around the firm heavy flesh of her breast through the bra. Once again, I sat down on the bed and looking into her aroused face, asked softly “Now can I remove your petticoat, aunty?” She just nodded hungrily, and placed her arm on my shoulder. I struggled a bit to undo the knot of her petticoat at the waist, and she helped me. As the knot of her petticoat came undone at the waist, I loosened the string causing her petticoat to slide down her legs and fall in a heap around her ankles.

I had never seen my darling Kalpana aunty in this state of undress, and my cock lurched inside my boxers at the sight of standing before me like that. She had the widest hips I had seen on any woman that seemed to flare out from her waist, despite the fact that she had a big waist too. Her bottom half was disproportionately large compared to her torso, endowed with a massive rounded ass that she was, and for some strange reason made her look even more arousing to me. As I gazed at Kalpana aunty standing silent before me, stripped down to her bra and panty, I felt a wave of arousal course through my veins. To me, it was an incredibly erotic sight seeing this mature mother of two, standing in front of me clad only in her bra and panty.

Even though her black bra and panty did not seem to be from the same set, she had at least bothered to wear them of the same colour; unlike many of the other older married women who invariably wore colour-mismatched bras and panties. Her big fleshy belly, even though had layers of fat on it, did not hang out flabbily the way Mayuri ben’s did, and seemed firm despite its girth. I noted that she wore a black string around her waist, just above the line of her panties, tied to which was a talisman of some sort. Her panties were by no means sexy, and instead were of a utilitarian type that was stretched wide across her butt, covering both her ass cheeks. I don’t think a woman like her had ever waxed in the life, but thankfully she did not have too much of body hair.

As I placed my hand on her massively wide and heavy hips, she shivered involuntarily. Her massive tree-trunk like thighs tapered down to rounded fleshy knees, and a pair of stocky muscular calves. As I ran my hands along her massive brown-skinned thighs, she shivered and I felt goose-bumps come up on her skin. My cock, which had been throbbing for a while now, was almost fully hard now, and had formed a big bulge inside my boxers. On a sudden instinct, I hooked my fingers in the elastic waist band of her panties, and pulled it down roughly in one go. She let out a soft cry of “Ohh...” as her panties slid down to her knees. Letting the panty remain stuck near her knees, I was rewarded by the sight of her mature puffy cunt. To my pleasant surprise, she had trimmed the hair on her pussy. Gone was the forest of thick pubic hair, and in its place was a trimmed (not shaved) patch of pussy hair that covered the thick lips of her cunt.

As I looked up to see the expression on her face, I could see that she was breathing heavily now and her chest heaved with the effort. It was a hugely arousing position to be in; sitting in front of this housewife, and gazing at her body clad only in a bra and a panty that had been pulled down to her knees. Holding her by her waist with my left hand, I reached out with my right and gently ran my fingers along the thick mildly-haired pussy lips of hers. This resulted in her letting out a soft moan of “Oh my god.” and placing both her hands on my shoulders for support, as she involuntarily parted her thighs a bit; as much as she could with the panty restraining her knees and restricting free movement.