It was quite a journey. Abhee had just finished his class-X exams and was off to
Mondarmoni, with his family. His family, his father, Kiran Roy was a government employee, current in his mid-50's. He wasn't home very much, always busy at work, often outside Calcutta; yet pretty free with his 17 year old son and his wife. Well, his wife was another piece of art. Well, she had to be.
Seema Roy, was a raunchy trophy wife, in her mid thirties. Dashing for her age, she stood 5'6'', with quite a handful on both sides: 36DD on her jiggled when she walked around the house. Those were not the only thing that created a distraction. Her 30' hips were well embroidered with a 36' rumps that bumped every time she tried taking a few steps. The tummy had a little bit more fat than it should have maybe, but it kept her navel deeper than most.Enriched with milky white complexion, she was what every man desired and yet no one could actually equate her with her son; quite impossible to evaluate.
Anyway, it was 10 at night, and the train shooed off in the midst of the darkness. Double berth on both sides, Abhee's parents shared on one side, while the other side Abhee shared 'em with another two young men as he was, maybe a little older than he was. He took the top berth as he wished and pretended to sleep.
"Do you see them knockers I can't really believe my eyes..."
"The kid upstairs must be a real lucky kid to munch on those..."
"I can't really believe it. That can't be her son..."
"So, how else will you explain him calling mom, and her calling him beta?"
"Anyway, I just wanna grab 'em real badly..."
"Hush... Quite..."
"All of them are asleep... So, why worry?"
Abhee peeked down to look around. His dad asleep on the upper berth, his mom slept on the lower one. Her eyes were shut but her pallu wasn't at the right place; it lying on the ground, the guys downstairs could surely feast their eyes on them huge knockers... Surely, they were huge...
Abhee wanted to get down and confront them, but for some unknown reason, he couldn't help but stare at his mom's cleavage that stood in front of him... Those huge milk jugs, they jiggled as the bogey jiggled and boy were they tempting...Man, that's deep... He thought to himself... He could also some lack of comfort inside his jeans....
"Let's do it..."
"What if she wakes up?"
"Her hubby's snoring real hard. The son's probably deep too. She won't feel a difference..."
"But..."
"We're get down on the next station anyway... Why not give it a try?"
The guys smiled to each other. Abhee peeked quietly, as he saw them approaching his mom... Slowly, yet subtly, one placed his hand on those huge jugs....
"Damn..."
"Hush... Slow and steady..." said his companion, as he placed his hand on the other knocker... Slowly they pressed them...
Abhee could feel it tighten inside his pants... He couldn't help but enjoy his mom being groped on an open train... Even while his dad's snoring upstairs... Those strangers taking advantage of the same sign of motherhood which he once feed on...
"Mm... Damn they are soft..."
"Quiet... Try not to wake her up asshole..."
"Sure..." as they kept groping her over the blouse... Now the first guy, daring as he may, put his hands through her cleavage....
"What're you doing? Are you trying to get us killed?"
"Hush... Don't worry. She won't feel a thing..." As he now groped her boobs underneath the bra that held them together...
"I wanna try... Me... Me..." Said the companion...
"You'll get your chance..." As he kept pressing them, slightly harder as every moment passed by...
Abhee was dumbfounded... He felt like playing with the pole that struck out... He also felt like munching on those huge ones himself... But he held himself... Held himself hard... Let's see where it goes...
It couldn't go on much longer, as the train started slowing... The guys without a way out, had to come back to their berth as the groped housewife lied there with her pallu down on the ground...
"You didn't let me touch them properly..." The second one complained as he started walking out with his bag...
"Some other day, dost... Some other day..." the groper laughed off...
As he heard less of them, he had another bright idea in his mind... I guess, by now my readers have already guessed the idea. But before he could put it to use, it struck like thunder upon him...
His mother smiled lightly with her eyes closed, as she pulled her pallu and put it over the same knockers that were fondled by them strangers, complete strangers...
Slut... That slut... Abhee said to himself... Boy, was he right... :cool2:
Mondarmoni, with his family. His family, his father, Kiran Roy was a government employee, current in his mid-50's. He wasn't home very much, always busy at work, often outside Calcutta; yet pretty free with his 17 year old son and his wife. Well, his wife was another piece of art. Well, she had to be.
Seema Roy, was a raunchy trophy wife, in her mid thirties. Dashing for her age, she stood 5'6'', with quite a handful on both sides: 36DD on her jiggled when she walked around the house. Those were not the only thing that created a distraction. Her 30' hips were well embroidered with a 36' rumps that bumped every time she tried taking a few steps. The tummy had a little bit more fat than it should have maybe, but it kept her navel deeper than most.Enriched with milky white complexion, she was what every man desired and yet no one could actually equate her with her son; quite impossible to evaluate.
Anyway, it was 10 at night, and the train shooed off in the midst of the darkness. Double berth on both sides, Abhee's parents shared on one side, while the other side Abhee shared 'em with another two young men as he was, maybe a little older than he was. He took the top berth as he wished and pretended to sleep.
"Do you see them knockers I can't really believe my eyes..."
"The kid upstairs must be a real lucky kid to munch on those..."
"I can't really believe it. That can't be her son..."
"So, how else will you explain him calling mom, and her calling him beta?"
"Anyway, I just wanna grab 'em real badly..."
"Hush... Quite..."
"All of them are asleep... So, why worry?"
Abhee peeked down to look around. His dad asleep on the upper berth, his mom slept on the lower one. Her eyes were shut but her pallu wasn't at the right place; it lying on the ground, the guys downstairs could surely feast their eyes on them huge knockers... Surely, they were huge...
Abhee wanted to get down and confront them, but for some unknown reason, he couldn't help but stare at his mom's cleavage that stood in front of him... Those huge milk jugs, they jiggled as the bogey jiggled and boy were they tempting...Man, that's deep... He thought to himself... He could also some lack of comfort inside his jeans....
"Let's do it..."
"What if she wakes up?"
"Her hubby's snoring real hard. The son's probably deep too. She won't feel a difference..."
"But..."
"We're get down on the next station anyway... Why not give it a try?"
The guys smiled to each other. Abhee peeked quietly, as he saw them approaching his mom... Slowly, yet subtly, one placed his hand on those huge jugs....
"Damn..."
"Hush... Slow and steady..." said his companion, as he placed his hand on the other knocker... Slowly they pressed them...
Abhee could feel it tighten inside his pants... He couldn't help but enjoy his mom being groped on an open train... Even while his dad's snoring upstairs... Those strangers taking advantage of the same sign of motherhood which he once feed on...
"Mm... Damn they are soft..."
"Quiet... Try not to wake her up asshole..."
"Sure..." as they kept groping her over the blouse... Now the first guy, daring as he may, put his hands through her cleavage....
"What're you doing? Are you trying to get us killed?"
"Hush... Don't worry. She won't feel a thing..." As he now groped her boobs underneath the bra that held them together...
"I wanna try... Me... Me..." Said the companion...
"You'll get your chance..." As he kept pressing them, slightly harder as every moment passed by...
Abhee was dumbfounded... He felt like playing with the pole that struck out... He also felt like munching on those huge ones himself... But he held himself... Held himself hard... Let's see where it goes...
It couldn't go on much longer, as the train started slowing... The guys without a way out, had to come back to their berth as the groped housewife lied there with her pallu down on the ground...
"You didn't let me touch them properly..." The second one complained as he started walking out with his bag...
"Some other day, dost... Some other day..." the groper laughed off...
As he heard less of them, he had another bright idea in his mind... I guess, by now my readers have already guessed the idea. But before he could put it to use, it struck like thunder upon him...
His mother smiled lightly with her eyes closed, as she pulled her pallu and put it over the same knockers that were fondled by them strangers, complete strangers...
Slut... That slut... Abhee said to himself... Boy, was he right... :cool2: