Kishen’s Life-changing Discovery – Part 21

Kishen is smitten by Maya aunty’s wondrous pussy. He is equally drawn into her pantie she’d tossed lying on the floor close to the bed.

Savi kneels in front of Maya’s chair–facing her pussy. She says, “Try to keep your eyes closed, Maya. As a woman who shares a similar kind of love with her husband like the one you had with yours, know that all that I am going to say and do with you is on behalf of him.”

Savi playfully runs her fingers and kisses lips along Maya’s plump thighs. Maya begins to breathe heavily. “Oh, I can see goosebumps on your thighs,” Savi says, and proceeds to teasingly blow on to her vagina by pouting her lips.”

“Nicely shaved! Glad to see you’ve come prepared, unlike the last time. You should have left some bush above, like a crown,” Savi says and proceeds to lick Maya. The back of his mother’s head was blocking his visibility of the oral action she was delivering.

But Kishen could tell from the way her head moved that she sure was alternating between licking Maya’s slit like it’s an ice cream cone and flickering her tongue on Maya’s clit like it’s a source of dripping nectar. Maya begins to moan and grabs Savi’s hair from behind.

Kishen sees her fair thighs and faces blushing red.

“Don’t stop, Prakash, don’t stop. Keep going. I’ve missed your tongue on my pussy,” moans Maya, taking the name of her late husband and Karthik’s father.

Savi asks, “You used to call him by his name?”

“Only whenever we got intimate. And he used to call me all kinds of derogatory words. I used to not like them at first, but then I got on to enjoying it.” Maya answers, her eyes still closed. She pushes Savi’s head back onto her pussy. “Finger me like how you used to do?”

“And how is that?” Savi asks while still licking her pussy.

“Shift a little to the side and poke your middle finger around my ass crack and hole, Prakash!” Maya instructs lost in pleasure.

Savi moving a little aside to do as instructed gives Kishen a fairly good view of Maya Aunty’s pussy being treated right. Maya spreads her butt-cheeks for Savi’s fingers.

“Hook your finger onto my asshole like you used to do, Prakash.”

Kishen sees Savi generously wetting the tip of her middle finger with her saliva and ‘hooking’ it into Maya’s hole while she continues to lick her  pussy. “Aah, I thought I would never get to experience this again, Prakash. Give me that finger. Let me wet it more for you like I used to do,” Maya says.

She pulls Savi’s hand to her mouth and licks and smears her spit all over her finger, and places it back into her ass crack. After a while, Maya guides the same finger to her pussy where Savi resumes the hooking.

“Mom could do a better job of fingering Maya aunty, or maybe that’s how she prefers it. If it were me, I would do exactly as Deepak fingered Gauri,” Kishen thinks.

“Faster! Prakash,” commands Maya. From under the bed, Kishen watches as his mother increases the pace of her fingering Maya aunty while simultaneously oral-ing her for minutes. She cums with a loud moan. Savi sits back on the floor after pushing Maya off her edge and watches her reel.

Even from under the bed, Kishen could make out Maya Aunty’s glistening, blood-red pussy palpitating. “Oh Savi! Thank you so so much! I will forever be indebted to you for all that you’ve given me. I only wish you had a cock so I could suck on it thinking of Prakash,” Maya says as she comes back to her senses.

With a naughty smile, Savi responds, “Is it so? I can arrange cock for you if you want.”

Maya is taken aback. Being the traditional and conservative being that she was, Maya could never imagine Savi would say something like that. She assumes Savi is talking about sharing her husband, Sunil, with her. But even that is so unimaginable for Maya.

“Whose cock?” Maya asks.

“I can give you some options there,” Savi says with a wide, naughty grin.

“What?!? You’re cheating on your husband?” Maya asks, jumping to that conclusion. Kishen sees her expression change to astonishment.

“Do you think I will ever cheat the love of my life?” Savi asks with a serious, no-naughty tone.

“No! But then, how are you able to offer me other men’s cocks.”

“Let me answer that by first asking you if you loved Prakash with all your heart?” Savi asks.

“Yes, and I still do and will never not love him, even though he is no more with me.”

“I know, and I love my Suni just as much, maybe more. And to put it in the best way you can understand. We love and trust each other so much that we are totally fine with each of us having physical relationships with other people.”

Maya’s head spins as she tries to process what she just heard from Savi.

“My God! I would never think of any other man than my husband. And he wouldn’t think of anyone else than me.” Says Maya, as she un-spreads her legs and rolls down her sari and petticoat to assume a normal sitting position. Savi proceeds to go back and sit on the bed.

Maya stares at the floor, lost in thought, processing Savi’s words. After a long pause, she asks, “So, you both never get jealous of each other? Are there no conflicts between you two? Who introduced the idea? What is it like? I have a lot of questions.”

“It’s a lot about love, trust, and open communication. Not as easy as it sounds. It is also about mutual respect and setting boundaries,” Savi answers.

“Don’t you ever feel guilty or remorseful?”

“Why should I? I am not cheating on my husband. Let me ask you something: even when Prakash was alive, did you not feel attracted to other men?”

“I did, but then I would dismiss it instantly, as any devoted wife should do.”

“Ok. Do you think Prakash may have felt an attraction to other women?”

“I used to catch him ogling at other women. I used to get annoyed.”

“See? It’s a natural tendency among men and women. So me and Suni, being open to each other, talked about it and, in time, decided to open up our sex lives to like-minded people.”

“Hai Bhagwan! I would never have told Prakash, even jokingly, that I am attracted to men other than him. And he would never have told me, too. We would have fought.”

“And that’s because you both are coming from a restrictive conservative background, like most people in our society. I am not saying that the love between you two was any less. But me and Suni have broken that shackle. We believe in harmless sexual liberation—something which I am trying to get you into, but ONLY if you are up for it. I see you suffering in the name of traditions when you don’t have to. I hope you won’t judge me with the conservative mindset you’ve been living your whole life in,” Savi explains.

“I will never judge you, Savi. Last week, you’ve become the first woman ever to have licked my pussy. You have already liberated me by a great deal. You’ve taught me to embrace, for the first time, the woman-lover in me that I had hated and loathed my entire life.”

“Ha, if you call that ‘liberation’, then mind you, it is just the tip of the iceberg.”

Maya’s eyes widen. Savi (and Kishen, from under the bed) sees sexual desire return to her eyes.

“You are a very lucky woman. Savi. You are living the life of the dirty thoughts I have, which I admit I desire and find hot. But I am forced to suppress and fend them off. Here I am feeling guilty just for thinking of them, often helplessly, and here you are enjoying it all guilt-free.”

“You’re not forced to suppress it, Maya. Your tradition conditions you. And, by the way, do you mind telling me what those dirty thoughts are? You didn’t tell me even the last time we met.”

Maya is hesitant. She says, “I’m afraid you will Judge me.”

“Really Maya? Do you think your horny best friend-cum-slut will judge you? I won’t judge you even if you decide not to tell me anything.”

Maya gets up from the chair, begins removing her saree, and says, “I couldn’t lick your pussy last week after you made me cum for the first time in years. I was so overwhelmed and consumed by thoughts about what I had just gotten into. Allow me to return the favour now. I will tell you my filthy thoughts as I pleasure you. You will see how much slutty my thoughts can get.”

Seeing Maya undress, Savi also gets up from the bed and quickly undresses. Maya pushes Savi on the bed and gets up on it. From under the bed, Kishen could see no action anymore. He could only gauge what they’d be doing by listening closely to them and how the bed shook and creaked.

Knowing that the action has begun, Kishen quietly extends his hand out from under the bed and grabs the two ladies’ panties lying on the floor. He sniffs Maya Aunty’s pantie while slow-stroking his cock with his mom’s pantie. His nose, for the first time, registers the sweet aroma of Maya Aunty’s pantie.

His ears tune into any sound or conversation from the ladies. “I am now sniffing the panties of even my friend’s mom,” he thinks. “I should have borrowed one of Fidah Aunty’s panties as well.”

Silence ensued after they got on the bed. The shaking of the bed was minimal—near undetectable. He could hear only the faint sounds of body parts moving against the bedsheet.

“It feels so good when your plumpy, sweaty breast rests against mine,” Kishen hears Savi say. He assumes they’re lying next to each other. “Perhaps mom is lying on her back, and Maya aunty is on her side, with maximum body contact,” Kishen guessed. He longs to catch a glimpse.

“Your armpit smells so good. I’ve always liked your perfume,” he hears Maya respond. “The aroma is subtle. Even Fidah has a distinct smell of her attar, but it is often too strong.”

“Yes, you’re right. Even I noticed it.”

Kishen then hears his mom giggling and saying, “Stop licking my armpits,” Maya laughs, saying, “It tastes so good.”

Kishen tunes into their small talks and giggles accompanied by playful cuddling, It was very unlike the mature women they are. He is aroused and as well amused.

Like how two women/girls would show off, compare and praise the intricacies of the sophisticated dresses they wore on special occasions, Savi and Maya were feeling up and complimenting each other birthday suits. The genuine, lustful cross-firing of compliments entailed,

The roundness of the ass, its puffy-ness, the nipple’s pointy-ness, the shade of the areolas, the elegance of the wrists, the seductiveness of the neck, the shape of the navel, the beauty of the feet, etc. Kishen hears Maya say she finds Savi’s eyes and smile beautiful.

Savi pecks on Maya’s “Cutie chubby cheeks.” The sound of the ‘peck’ and Maya’s giggle that followed was soon followed by the sound of kissing and smooching. It was initially faint for Kishen’s ears but grew as the ladies engaged in sloppy deep-kissing.

Soon enough, he hears them both moaning, accompanied by the bed shaking. Both the moaning and shaking increase in intensity with each passing second. Kishen pictures them fingering each other with their bodies stuck together as they compete to climax with one another.

“If only the dressing table mirror faced the bed so that I could see them from under here,” he wishes.

In time, Kishen hears Savi’s climaxing moan, followed by Maya’s. The bed-shaking subsides, and so do the moans that are now replaced by the sounds of their panting.

“I owe you more, Savi. Let me lick that pussy of yours.” Maya says.

“There’s no hurry, Maya. Rest and regain some composure.”

“Are you sure we have enough time? What if Sunil (Savi’s husband) or Kishen returns?”

“We will hear them ring the calling bell. Don’t worry. Sunil’s away. Kishen’s at Fidah’s house.”

“So, since you and Sunil are so close, did you tell him about me, I mean, us?”

“No. That would be breaking your trust. I won’t tell me unless you want me to.”

“So, don’t you feel guilty of hiding things from your husband?”

“Not really, I know he won’t mind. And it’s not like I am having sex with another man, which, by the way, he wouldn’t mind as well. I would, of course, have sought his permission if I were to be with another man.’

“I still can’t believe you are so open about sex and all with your husband. I thought stuff like these only happened in fantasies and sex stories.”

“You read sex stories?”

“Yeah, I found Karthik’s stash of adult magazines hidden in our room. I was very angry, and I scolded him. I burned it all. But he started collecting them again. When I found out, I didn’t tell him. He has no idea I go through them.”

“Wow, what kind of stories did you come across?”

“Most of them are movie magazines with actress pictures. But a few storybooks are also there that I found hot. There were cheating stories, more than two people having sex, and stories of sex between family members. Aunts, in-laws, cousins, and even mom and siblings. I was shocked! I thought if I was raising a pervert.”

“Hey, no. Karthik is a good boy. All boys his age are horny.”

“I know, and thank God he and his friends got sex education class at the right time from you after I told you about that incident with his aunt.”

“Wow, Karthik had an incident with his aunt!” Kishen wonders from under the bed.

“Ha ha, everyone makes horny little mistakes in life. We shouldn’t be harsh to them because of that,” says Savi. “But do you get pervy, dirty or creepy vibes from him now? Then he may need a little more classes.”

“No, nothing like that. But please keep this between us, Savi. Going by our living conditions, with one small room for us three, we sometimes feel each other’s heat.”

Hearing the conversation, Kishen retrospects the conversation he, Deepak and Tariq had with Karthik earlier that day at the playground.

“And do you do anything about it?”

“What to do? I suppress it, including the dirty thoughts that come up. I assume Karthik and Shalini also do the same. But the two of them have gotten so close recently, and I am worried about it.”

“How close?”

“At night, when they sleep on the floor, I sometimes hear them talk sex, whispering to each other. They think I am asleep. They talk about their kinks, what they wish could do, share stories, and all. I have never seen or heard them make out or anything. But I think they are playing with the fire of lust. And hearing them makes me so horny sometimes. I finger myself, listening to them closely. Do you want to hear about their kinks?”

“As much as the horny me wants to, I shouldn’t. What you’re doing, Maya is gossiping and is a breach of privacy and sex etiquette. Respecting privacy is very important if you’re going to embrace the open sex life that I am offering you. Just like how I wouldn’t tell my husband or anyone. Do you understand?”

“Yes, dear. I’m sorry!”

“Arrey, don’t apologize. And, coming back to your concern, why don’t you make them sleep separately, then? I mean, you could make either Shalini or Karthik sleep with you on the bed.”

“I’ve tried all that.”

“And?”

“In my horniness, I get touchy with them. I think they are also reciprocating. Once, in his sleep—but I’m not sure if he was pretending to sleep. Karthik felt my breasts and thighs. Shalini told once that she and Karthik were awakened one night by the sound of me moaning, “Prakash, Prakash.” Apparently I was spooning my son and hugging him tight while doing that. And more than once, me and my daughter woke up to our hands cupping each other’s breasts or even down there. It happened a few times, even with Karthik also. So, nowadays, I sleep alone. But I’m worried if my son and daughter will go the wrong path.”

“I’ve taught Karthik and the boys about consent, manners, and not crossing the line. If he remembers all that, I guess it should be fine. I think them talking about sex and kinks is their way of dealing with their heat.”

“What if they decide to get intimate to ‘release their heat’”

“My answer may shock you, but they are now two consenting adults. They very well know what they are doing. So, if they get to that there is nothing much you can do. And I believe it is fine as long as it’s consensual and harmless.”

“What? But they are brother and sister.”

“I know the best you can do is communicate with them. That may help prevent your worst fear from happening.”

“But how can a mother talk about all these with her children?”

“See, that’s the conservative, backward mindset I hate to see you have. Who else can guide them? I’m sure our education system is more backward than you regarding that. Can I ask you something, Maya? Will you get angry?”

“Ask.”

“Are you attracted to Karthik in any way? Is that also part of your dirty thoughts?”

A brief pause ensues. Maya then utters, “I see my husband in my son. It makes him adorable and me proud. But sometimes, I see in him the same heat I see in Prakash. See Savi, my worst fear is not my son and daughter making out with each other. It is as if I may cross the line with them, especially with my son. He sometimes looks at me like he knows I want sex. My daughter, too. I shield it all by pretending to be extra strict where I shout at them for silly reasons hoping that it will kill the sinful mood.”

“What you’re doing, Maya, is not good. It’s toxic suppression and futile. Tell me honestly, nothing ever happened between you all?”

“No, except for those awkward moments while sleeping. And you know what’s super embarrassing? I once heard my children talk about my sexual urges. They were telling me how sometimes I look so horny and how they wish I got sex somehow. And I even heard them tell that they think that I think I know, too, when they are horny. And they laughed about it.”

“Oh my! What’s holding you back then, from conversing with them? Not talking about all these is like leaving your children to fend on their own, which can be risky. Besides, you will get a good hold of guiding them better instead of having to worry about them.”

“I will definitely try, Savi. I understand now these are matters that are not to be shunned or suppressed. Oh dear Savi, by opening the floodgates of my suppressed sexual desire, you’ve also opened my eyes in many ways, Savi. But tell me, am I a bad woman for having lust towards my children, especially my son?”

“No, Maya. And you don’t need my or anyone’s validation. Remember the big picture of who you are. More than me, Fidah, or Hema, you’re the epitome of a sacrificing mother. Lustful thoughts towards your children, that too one that’s not acted upon, can never be what defines you—even if you act on it—as long as it’s consensual .”

“ And harmless.” Maya completes Savi’s sentence.

Hearing the conversation, Kishen is amazed at how his mother just delivered her version of the same insights about consensual incest that he got from Manoj Sir and the circle. He sees in Maya aunty a version of his past guilt-ridden self, which is especially unnecessary since she hasn’t even done anything.

He hopes she overcomes it in time, with broader, wilder indulgences, just like he did. He also realizes he is the sole person on earth who’s had the chance to hear both Maya Aunty’s and her son Karthik’s situation of sexual tension-cum-starvation.

He realizes that his best friend (Karthik) and his family (Maya aunty and Shalini Didi), too, deserve to have a rich, fulfilling, and liberating sex life. Having explained to Maya her perspective on sex and sexual living, Savi hopes Maya will steer the conversation back to the ‘cock offer’ she made.

But Maya doesn’t. Instead, she affectionately looks deep into Savi’s eyes with a loving smile. She cups Savi’s chin with her palms and proceeds to kiss her. Savi reciprocates. Kishen hears them kiss for minutes.

“I want 69 position just like how my son’s sex stories describe it.” Kishen hears Maya say.

“Sure thing, love. Let’s do 69 position with our breasts first—where you suck mine, and I suck yours,” Savi suggests.

Kishen hears them move into position. He resumes the stroking of his cock, aided by their panties. He is so tempted to steal a peek at the action above—to see who is on top and who is at the bottom of the breasts-69. His ears pick up on the faint nipple-suckling sounds.

He continues to stroke himself as he tries to picture their actions. Minutes pass as suckling moans echo. Kishen imagines their nipples to have gotten pretty swollen like Gauri’s (part 19).

“If only I could see.”

Kishen hears them move.

“They’re going for it, the real 69 position!”

Soon enough, faint licking moans begin to echo. Imagine that with the 69 position. Their thighs would hopefully block their peripheral (side) vision. Kishen thinks of taking a peek.

Just as he decides to make the move, he hears Maya say, “Ahh, my elbows and shoulders are starting to ache, Savi. I wish I weren’t this fat. I’m finding it hard to support my body.”

“Ok, so Maya aunty is the one on on top, and my mother is lying below,” Kishen says to himself.

“You’re not fat but curvy, Maya. It’s what makes you so sexy and adorable at the same time. We can still do the 69 position by lying sideways. It’s low effort and convenient. And take it slow. Enjoy the process, Maya.”

Kishen hears them move to assume the modified 69 position. Trying to picture them mentally, he thinks, “Now, one of them is facing the wall, and one of them is facing the open end of the bed. The question is, who? One of them will surely see me if I peek now. If it is my mom who’s facing the open end, then I should have no problem. Mom should be capable of reacting discreetly. But if it’s Maya aunty facing the open end, then God only knows how she will react. Should I peek, or should I not? What a fucked up day! First, my mother teases me. Then Fidah aunty teases me (part 20), and now this! Can my day get any worse?”

Just then, Maya moans, “Oh, I so wish for a cock.”

“The offer is still available, Maya.”

“No! I meant Right Now!”

Kishen’s horny ears had heard enough. He needed no more convincing. “Looks like Mr. Bond has got yet another opportunity to make a grand, disruptive entrance. Don’t falter this time, Kishen,” he says to himself.

Kishen ‘gift-wraps’ his cock with his mom’s pantie, wears Maya Aunty’s pantie-like spider man mask and comes out from under the bed.

To be continued. Feedback: [email protected].