Hi friends, this is a story narrated to me by a very good friend of mine. Let me start with an introduction chapter, for I think it is necessary to know the background of the story. Anybody who knows the worthiness of a good session of foreplay, knows the result. So, I beg you friends to be patient.
My friends name is Joginder. He is a typical Punjabi youth. Not a Sikh. We became friends when I was posted at Delhi three years ago. We stayed at the same area, and so we used to travel together commuting to and fro from our work place. We stayed at Laxmi nagar (Eastern Delhi) while our office was at Karol Bagh (North central Delhi). Joginder is aged 25, not yet married. He is 5’ 10” tall , handsome looking north Indian guy, with a hair line flowing over his ears. He was working as an office assistant at a firm next to my office. After a few days of my joining work, we became friends. I was still not able to find the public transport bus that would take me directly to my work place. After the first few days gone by traveling in the rickety rickshaws, I found it was making huge holes in my pockets. Since I was new to Delhi I had little idea of the transport system…u know the blue line bus, green line bus, government bus.. it was all confusing. On the fifth day I met Joginder for the first time, at a canteen at our commercial\office complex. We were sitting at the same table when he asked for the newspaper I had with me. I then asked him whether he is a proper Delhite, and does he know the quickest bus service, which would reach me to Laxmi nagar. I saw a smile on his face and he said “ I stay there”. I told him of my problem. He said “do not worry…..since our office timings are the same, you can come along with me from tomorrow onwards. He gave me directions to meet at a particular bus stop. That’s how in the next six months we became co-commuters, and later good friends too.
One day when we found ourselves talking about girls, aunties - especially north Indian aunties - and women in general, I asked him whether he has any girlfriends. He immediately replied - “I do not have the need to have one,” with a smile. I was surprised at his quick answer but left the topic at that, only to discover the significance of his words, and his smile, later.
As I had no relations and friends at Delhi, the weekends were getting to be a bore. Once, I asked him whether we could go for a movie. He was not too keen. He excused himself saying that he was supposed to help and serve his Mother on holidays. It was part of his duty and devotion to his mother, he explained. It again took me by surprise, his smile and his choice of words. Of course, at that time I could not connect all these things, only later… well lets get on with this interesting story of Joginder. By this time I started calling him by his pet name ‘Jogi’.
Next Saturday, I put a sort of a bait. I went to a theatre, which was playing ‘Kamasutra,’ took two advance tickets for Sunday’s noon show. And on our way back in the bus, I gave him a surprise by saying that we are going for a movie tomorrow, showing him the two movie tickets that I had purchased. He was taken aback, and his face got tensed and before he could rebuke me with his anger, I said in his ears that it is for ‘Kamasutra.’ And as I had guessed, his anger subsided and a smile escaped his face.
The next day, we watched the nicely crafted movie and after the show was over he thanked me saying that it was his long-standing desire to watch the sexy movie. He could not see it when it was running in a theatre nearby when it was first released. He lamented he could not find a suitable friend with which he could watch. After this episode he became more open about himself…. and his affairs. And obviously, he was a matter of great interest for me… not that I am a homosexual…..,but clearly because he was the only person with whom I could get along well in that Bhul Bhulaiah called Delhi. He was cheerful, helpful and yet reserved. After that ‘KS’ episode, Jogi, out of the blue, a day when we found ourself veered again into the topic of sex, woman and auntijies, revealed to me about his school friend Mohit. He - his friend, was a Bong (Bengalee). They were very good friends. Bum chums. They were class mates and stayed in the same nagar (township). Theirs was also a middle class set-up. The neighbourhood was like the Mohalla types and each house standing shoulder to shoulder besides narrow unplanned lanes. All houses looked to be cramped for space. The story, from now on is told (by Jogi) to me and I have translated it into English script. The dialogs are in Hindi to maintain authenticity.
This incident took place in 2001. Mohit (Jogi’s close friend) had just got married; his wife’s name is Sangita. A chubby cute little piece of ass having a figure of 36- 28- 34, fair and pretty with a long, thick flowing black hair. A typical bong (Bengalee) chick, who also wears the cute red bindi on her forehead. His mother was equally fantastically shaped. She is 45 years old. Name: Rashmi Sen. Fig.: 38 - 34 - 40. Her husband, Mr Sen was a site engineer and most of their married life he stayed out of town due to the call of duty. Mohit himself was a handsome young man aged 24 and had an athletic body reaching a height of 5’ 8’’ on the scale.
Jogi used to go to their house occasionally, but lately, during his friend Mohits marriage days, he frequently used to go to their house and once even stayed over. Mohit stayed in an apartment that was rented. It was a small place - a 2 room with kitchen. A common hall that opens into all the remaining rooms – away from the main door of the house. On one side of the facing wall, at the far end, towards the right was a small bedroom – i.e diagonally opposite the main door. The kitchen was in the immediate room on the right again, and finally at the near end was the bathroom with a w\c. The kitchen had a small opague window, which opens into the bedroom also.
A month post marriage, and after the couple had come back from a honeymoon trip to Shimla, Jogi went to visit them. It was a lazy, hot Sunday afternoon, when he reached Mohit’s place. The first floor room’s main door was closed but not locked (from inside). They, the Sen’s, normally never used to keep the door locked especially during the daytime. The design of these three storeyed block apartments, were such that only two flats were on either side of the staircase lobby. In this case, the other flat was unoccupied as its owner was transferred somewhere. They were therefore a bit careless about bolting their main door. When Jogi reached there he saw the door was closed and no sound or voice was coming from inside. He thought they might be having the afternoon siesta, in other words a nap. He did not wanted to disturb their sleep with a terrible knock at the door. So, at first, he softly tapped on the door but no body replied.
At the lobby there was pin drop silence except for the few sparrows chirping under the shade of trees nearby and the seemingly distant hum of the unhurried traffic. He hesitated and thought to turn back thinking they may be in deep sleep…but then he thought Mohits mother should normally be sleeping in the hall room. He tried again. A hard tap at the wood and yet nobody responded. At that time he realized that the door was not bolted. So he slowly pushed one side open and peeked inside. Inside, it was dark, due to the bad ventilation and designing. His eyes took some time to adjust to the dull, dark grey light inside the room. Took a step inside and scanned the scene. Finding the cot in the hall room vacant, he rowed his eyes and faintly saw that the doors of bedroom and bath room were closed, and only the kitchen door was open. It then occurred to him that he could see a human shape inside the kitchen. He saw a familiar figure…..Oh yes, its aunty! (Mohit’s mother), he said to himself. He sighted Mohits mother in the kitchen room thru a glassed window on the wall that separated the hall and the kitchen. The kitchen area was much more darker than it was in the hall. There are no windows opening to the outside in the kitchen wall except for an exhaust hole. To his surprise, he found Mohit’s mother was peeping through a slit in the wood of the closed window (as explained earlier) opening directly in to the bedroom. The kitchen had a small opening at the top for an exhaust fan only and the other window was facing the hall side as said. ….it was through this window that Jogi could get a clear view, yet a dark shape of Mohit’s mother.
At the first instance, Jogi immediately wanted to call out but finding Mohits mother in an awkward position made him curious to know why she was peeping. It was quite strange. And therefore, interesting too. Jogi also saw that Mohit and his wife’s shoes were also lying near the door. So he apparently knew that they were indeed inside, in their bedroom. It was then that he realized that Mohit’s mother was peeping into the young couples private room. Jogi could see how Mohit’s mother’s backside was bent forward over the side kitchen-platform. In that position, he thought her big sexy ass protruded out to form a great sexy shape, which made Jogi’s eyes more wide and shocked at what was going on. Surely, No!. Oh, this can’t be true. Of course, it’s his imagination, or was it for real. He thought, she was most probably having a look at the sex act of her son and daughter –in law. Or, she may be eavesdropiing like all Sasumaa’s do. But, Mrs Sen was so lost in the show (or whatever was happening inside) that she did not realize that the main door was not jolted and that there was someone who was watching this whole scene. Jogi took a decision to back off. He retraced his step back and moving outside, he slowly closed the door.
He started thinking now….what should be done? He was aroused by the thought of a mother being a peeping tom and watching her own son making love. His pant got an immediate bulge. He realized he was feeling horny about the incident. He sat at the stairs and wondered whether he should go back home or disturb the goings inside. His mind was racing. He lit a cigarette and sat there. He was all sexed up, so to speak. His youthful eye for a good piece of ass made his cock hard. He visualized Mohits mother was a sexy auntyji and had secretly admired her Bengalee dressing style, wheatish body complexion, good tight melony boobs and a great juicy gand. Big ass. His blood rushed into all his vital organs. In thoughts, he puffed off his cigarette quite fast. A few more minutes passed and he said to himself let me have some fun.
He now knocked at the door hard and called out Mohits name. As expected, after a few seconds, Rashmi Sen, Mohits mother opened the door. Her face was tensed and disturbed. Seeing Jogi, she said “Thu hai, main sochee, kaun kambakht ‘sales’ wale aye hai, is waqt heraan karne.” With that Jogi stepped in and asked “Aunty, aap sou rahi thee, kya?. Rashmi turned back not knowing what to answer “Nahi tho… ha, hah....thodi der let rahi thee bus” and started moving towards kitchen. “Aunty ji, kya Mohit nahi hai” Jogi asked while seeing Rashmi’s nice bottoms sway under the loose cotton saree. He saw her lovely thick black hair which fell right upto her hips and jumping to tap the spur of her round plentiful buttocks.
From kitchen she lowered her voice and said “he tho……Mohit our woh soh rahe hai.” She gave Jogi a glass of water. Jogi could see the nicely shapped melons of his friend’s mother gripped by the thin cloth of her blue blouse. No bra. There was vapour like drops of sweat across her upper breast area and the upper valley of her great mounds. The cleavage. His semi erect cock sprang up in his loins and strived to free itself from within the confine of his frenchie-d fabric.
Just then the bedroom door opened and Mohit came out tying his lungi or dhoti (sarong) around his waist. “What a surprise,” he exclaimed, while not revealing exactly his disappointment of losing his precious fuck-time. His chest was naked and Jogi could make out that he had toweled off the sweat from his body.
He said “Hey u’re sweating” he said “Oh,…its nothing” Mohit countered.
Jogi said “ Its hot in here. ..isn’t it? Look every body here is feeling the heat” gesturing towards Auntyji whose upper torso and blouse was visibly wet. Rashmi auntie was a shy lady. She quickly went to the kitchen to get coffee hiding her face from the blush that showed up on her face. Well, that episode ending over with coffee and small talks while Jogi put up with a good act of being unaware of the doings of the three.
Jogi and Mohit were great pals and always shared their secrets, and girlfriends too during their college days. Jogi decided to reveal about Mohits mother’s voyeurish act to him. One day Jogi met him at a restaurant and told him exactly what had happened that day. Mohit at first refused to accept that her mother would be spying on them. He defended her by saying that Jogi may be wrong in thinking it that way. Jogi reminded him how his mother was sweating at that time. “Were she just sleeping at her cot and not watching you’ll from that closed kitchen place, she could not be sweating that much” Mohit was very open and friendly with his mother and after his marriage he had noticed that she used to be very happy and cheerful. She also sometimes teased his wife( her Daughter in law) Sangita. “Why, she is getting up late?,” “Are you feeling tired?,” “Is Mohit disturbing you’re sleep,” “Is he being too naughty?” and such things. Such teasing kept all of them in good spirits. Only in front of his Dad they played to be serious. In their next meeting, Mohit admitted that Jogi may be true. Jogi then apologized for reporting this to him since it may have disturbed him. “ On the contrary, I am feeling more excited” Mohit said to him. “Abb main mere biwi ko aur mazze se chodhh raha hu. Aur ye bath mere biwi ne be note kia he.” Jogi ne use pucha “Kya tum Sangita ko ye sab bathaya he?”
“Nahi, abhi tak tho nahi,” Mohit ne kaha. At that meeting, Mohit and Jogi again found themself talking about elder ladies and how sexy they look. Mohit then asked Jogi, “How long did you watch my mum.” “Oh, a few minutes not more” and then Jogi becoming more bold and told him blankly that you’re mum was looking like a very sexy lady. Mohit was embarrassed hearing that.
“Oh I am sorry if you feel hurt”apologized Jogi. “Abe saale kya mein nahi jaantha tujhe…tu tho pehele se meri Maa par ankh rakha hua tha……abh me jaantha hu tu meri biwi ko be nahi chodhega, ha ha ” saying that Mohit relived the tension gripping the converstaion. “Bus ankho tak hi simmit rakhna samjha, gandu” and laughed. Now the air was less tensed and their talks became more open. “Kya karu yaar… mera chottu (small brother) nahi maantha” Both of them started laughing loudly and released all the tension that a gripped on that meeting. Mohit then thought to corner Jogi. He suddenly said to Jogi “ Yaar.. burra mat maan .. teri Maa bhi kuch kam nahi hai. Woh be ek sex bomb hai”.
Jogi laughed at this. Then he got serious and said “ ha… me inkaar nahi kar saktha. Mohit, aaj ek baat kahentha ho…..kissi se na kehna … tumme yeh baat shayad patha nahi… lekin asliath me, Me ek madarchodh hu” A shocked Mohit was gaping at Jogi and got swapped by what he just heard. “ Kya?!!!”, he shouted. “ abe chilla math, saale… tuje me baad me sab batha dunga.. tik he.. chal ab nikalte.” And parted for the day.