Ishen's Life-Changing Discovery 12

Hearing the words that Prateek uttered, Kishen's senses abruptly came to silencing halt.

"Did that guy just ask me if I enjoyed sniffing is mother's pantie?!?"

Kishen involuntarily glanced at everyone seated around him--Neethu, her husband Prateek bhai, his mother Geeta (whom everyone called GeetaMa), Manoj sir, and his wife Deepti.

In the slow motion-like numbness and silence of his mind, Kishen noticed Prateek and GeetaMa smiling at him and looking at each other. As if they they pranked him for his reaction. His eyes began to focus on GeetaMa, filtering out everything and everyone else.

She sat in front of him like a goddess personifying aged wine. It wasn't until then that he got the chance to really take notice of her appearance.

Kishen hadn't seen her that many times. Yet, images of how she looked about 4 years back--especially around the time Prateek's and Neethu's marriage--flashed in his mind. She was nothing short of a slim elder who had to choicelessly assume responsibility of the heading her family. Her husband had become wheel chair-ridden.

He remembered how she was conservatively clothed in thick and heavy cotton to amplify her maturity and boldness. She barely gave importance to "make up" and outward appearance of any sort. She looked driven, yet corroded by visible signs of aging as a result of stress. It was most likely from years of having to single-highhandedly run and raise a household comprising two sons and a disabled husband.

In stark contrast, the GeetaMa that sat smiling in front of Kishen--with one leg over the other--sported glossy lipstick, mascara, and pink-cheeks. Her layered make up paralleled to that of women 30-40 years younger to her. Kishen then came to notice how the purple colored semi-transparent silk saree she wore rendered her fit-but-mature body even sexier. A distinctly lined sleeve-less deep cut blouse that left no room for any bra underneath, amplified her sexiness.

Did she appear to be too cosmetic? Absolutely not!!! GeetaMa had aptly grown into her avatar. Her appearance never concealed her aging but rather exhibited it gorgeously. Her wrinkles adorned her face in just the right amount. Her flesh sagged just right! Her skin and face sported a certain kind of glow. Her smile had a flavor of carefree wisdom that only an older age could unlock.

"What a transformation!!! This is another dimension of a sexy goddess. I'll explode if she even touches me" Kishen realized in awe. The goddess was quick to recognize the new devotee in Kishen. She acknowledged his devotion with a subtly different all-knowing smile.

Kishen was tempted to rub his face onto whichever part of her skin her saree revealed--be it her arms, elbows, wrists, hands, navel, neck, chest, cleavage and even her toes and the sole of her feet dangling in the air. He desperately wished he had in his hand her panties that he took from Deepti the other day (Part 5).

The thought of her panties tugged Kishen back to his senses. He soon become aware that everyone was watching him with just as interest as the goddess. But from being embarrassed, his mind was jolted into another obvious realization.

"GeetaMa too is in their circle. How else did her pantie end up in that box? How did she transform? I have a feeling Neeethu played a big role in her transformation. Who else is in on the circle? How is her son cool with it all. God!!! I have a lot of questions. I can't take it any more." Kishen wondered, feeling totally lost.

Kishen felt like a little lad who'd lost in a growing maze. Just hours before, he felt like James Bond--ready to raid into a secret meeting--with the false sense of control. The ensuing action sequence didn't turn out as he'd expected. The courage he thought he had drained out on more than one occasion. He'd opened the shutters to the reservoir of love-lust he had for Usha aunty, Neethu's mom. He re-discovered his bestial sexual self as he he mouth-fucked his mom like a maniac. He used both hands to bounce her head across the length of his young and throbbing medium-sized cock. Later, as Karma would have preferred to have it, he'd inconveniently enjoyed being at the bitter-sweet receiving end of feminine fury in all its sexual might. And just as he'd thought he'd seen (and heard) it all, he'd been subject to yet another spicy revelation. It appeared to unbox more questions than answers.

Overwhelmed by a revelation overload, Kishen began to feel dizzy. He began to sweat. They noticed. Deepti got up in a hurry to fetch him a glass of water. He saw Neethu look at him, rather concerned. She leaned forward, kept her hand on his thighs and asked if he was alright.

"Go and sit on the sofa, Kishen. Be the witness...not the judge. Settle your mind, son." spoke GeetaMa. Her her finger pointed to the space next to Manoj sir in the adjacent Sofa where Deepti had been sitting.

"Sure! But only after I've had a chance to suck on that lovely finger..." Kishen thought.

Like a 'tube-light' robot, Kishen did as the goddess instructed.

Just as he went and sat next to Manoj sir, Deepti came with a glass of water.

"Drink, Kishen! Small sips...take it slow," GeetaMa said, looking at him with a wise smile. Emptying the glass in slow but continuous gulps, Kishen relaxed onto the sofa. Seeing GeetaMa's lusty elegance, he was smitten and horny. But his dick wasn't hard. He had just cummed a while back, and has been cumming many times. Even his young dick needed time off.

Leaning back on the sofa's backrest and resting his head on its top, Kishen stared at the empty ceiling for a while before closing his eyes.

"Kishen? Are you all right?" asked a concerned Deepti aunty.

"I am fine...I just need to rest and process things. I'd prefer to be left here idle and nap for a while, please." Kishen spoke, eyes closed.

"You really need to rest, beta," said Manoj sir breaking a laugh, patting on his thigh.

"Let me know if you need anything, Kishen." responded Deepti. Kishen could hear her walking away.

He wondered what she was going to do, but he didn't bother asking. He just wanted to lay there on the sofa with eyes closed. Kishen continues to hear the sounds and conversations around him, and makes sense of what's happening.

"Prateek, will abhay (baby) be safe with his badi dadi?" Kishen heard Neethu ask.

"Of course dear, she will take good care of him," responded GeetaMa.

"Then come, my love. Let's go to my room. I need you along and all to myself. Ever since I delivered our son, I've been made to wait soo damn fucking long to be fucked. I've had to reclaim what I've been denied. And it means nothing without you. That's why I called you here. I couldn't wait for you to come home. I didn't think you'd bring ma. (Geeta)." Neethu says to Prateek.

"Go on, my son. Don't keep your wife waiting." GeetaMa says. Kishen could hear the couple getting up.

While heading to Neethu's room they saw Deepti cutting vegetables in the kitchen.

"You didn't have to, Deepti aunty!"

"Arrey its fine, Neethu. I am a bit hungry, and I am sure everyone will be."

"Shall I help?"

"What?!? I am not going to make you wait even one second longer to be with your husband. God will punish me," Deepti jokingly responds.

Breaking a laugh, Neethu responds, "After you're done with cooking and eating, come to my room. We can feast on him together..."

"Deepti, do you need any help?" Kishen hears GeetaMa calling out from the sofa.

"No GeetaMa, I will manage."

"U sure?"

"I'm sure GeetaMa...besides, there is one man here who hasn't fucked anyone yet."

"That would be me..." Manoj sir interjects before GeetaMa could ask who it was.

"Is it, Manoj sir?" GeetaMa asks, turning to Manoj sir, who was sitting next to Kishen in the adjacent sofa.

"Yes, Geeta. I like to take my own time."

Hearing Manoj sir address her as 'Geeta' and not GeetaMa, makes Kishen realize he's probably elder to her.

"He can't be elder to her by many years, max-to-max a few years." Kishen thinks to himself.

Kishen heard Manoj sir and Geeta talking. Their conversations morphed from initially being formal in tonality, to being friendly, to flirtatious. In between small-talk and life in general, they conversed about each other's sexual adventures, and preferences.

Overhearing their conversations Kishen was sure that although GeetaMa and Manoj Sir were aware of each other's indulgence with Neethu's family, they hadn't yet had the chance to indulge with each other or together with them. They simply couldn't get the timings or occasion right. Both the adults formally acknowledged how the time, setting, and mood for sex--especially for group sex, or even threesomes--can be hard to align. Kishen couldn't agree more. He retrospected how many times he failed 'catch' his and Neethu's parents in action because there were not going at it in the first place.

GeetaMa talked highly of her DIL Neethu for introducing her into an 'boundless world of sex.' It was something she never imagined she'd ever get after her husband's accident. Manoj sir, in response, shared how his family had been indulging with Neethu's and Kishen's for years, and how Kishen was the latest addition to the circle.

"What?!? Neethu took Kishen's virginity?!? Hai Bagwan!!!My DIL poaches everyone..." Kishen heard GeetaMa respond to Manoj sir.

"'Everyone'?!? Who else?!?" Kishen wondered.

Manoj sir soon got up and headed to Usha's room to fetch drinks. He pleasantly surprised his wife--who was busy cooking in the kitchen--with a drink. He then came back to the living room to GeetaMa. He thought Kishen was asleep sitting laid-back on the couch. Handing the drink to Geeta, Manoj sir took the opportunity to sit next to her--and continued sipping, talking, and flirting.

Overhearing their long conversation behind closed eyes, there was something which surprised Kishen--Manoj sir's demeanor. There wasn't even a trace of a 'cuck' in the way he spoke and carried himself around GeetaMa. Neither was there any strict-man vibes that could be off putting to any woman. Kishen could sense in Manoj sir, the aura of confident man who's mastered the art of pleasing any woman. It was as if the moment they began to speak, the man knew the woman would soon be begging him for more. And the woman knew that with every words they exchanged, she was slowly being drawn into his charm. It was a kind of charm that Kishen felt even his dad or Ramesh uncle could not possibly exhibit as well as Manoj sir did.

Manoj sir flirtatiously confessed to Geeta that ever since he got to sniff her panties through the circle's mystery-pantie-in-a-box game, he couldn't wait to be with her. Through their conversations, Kishen came to know (hear) how the ladies had devised the game to give the horny men a sense of variety while they masturbated or had one-on-one sexual indulgences. It was actually Savi's (his mother's) idea--a simple and erotically fun scheme where the ladies in the circle put in their used panties in a box and passed it around.

But there was something else which Kishen wanted to know desperately--the story behind how Neethu brought her hubby and his mother into the circle. With a beating heart he longed for their flirtatious conversation to steer in that direction. The very idea and the possibilities in which it could have materialized aroused him.

Kishen heard GeetaMa laugh as if she suddenly noticed something funny. Manoj sir's laugh followed. Kishen wondered what they were laughing at.

"Looks like somebody is sleeping with a throbbing bulge in their pants..." GeetaMa announced.

Kishen had unknowingly become hard and his dick was pushing to be free. Caught red handed eavesdropping their conversation, Kishen had not choice but to brake embarrassed smile and look at them. That was when he saw how 'different' GeetaMa appeared. She looked bloomed and smitten just by how Manoj sir flirted with her. As though talking with him made her blood rush to her face and skin, making her horny.

"I was not sleeping, just resting..."

"It's ok, beta...no need to struggle explaining. So, you had a wild ride after beti (Neethu) poached you?"

"Ye..yes...GeetaMa, it was amazing."

"...He has a good dick and fucks vigorously," Manoj sir chimed it.

"Is it, Manoj sir? I have to see it then. Kishen, beta, would you please show me?" GeetaMa says, leaning forward from the sofa.

"Remove your pants and come quick, Kishen," Manoj sir said in an assertive by friendly way.

In seconds, Kishen had his dick presented before the Goddess's face for her scrutiny and evaluation. Holding it gently with the tips of her thumb and fingers, she examined his cock. Her playfully exaggerated expression of admiration made Kishen proud.

"Young, throbbing dick, isn't it Manoj sir?"

"That's what I told you, Geeta."

"Beautiful. Today is my lucky day. Beti (Neethu) always manages to surprise me..."

Kishen begins to pant as GeetaMa continues with her teasing scrutiny of his cock. Kishen looks at Manoj sir sitting next to her. Their eyes communicate.

"I'm sorry Manoj sir if I am being a cock blocker. I didn't think I'd come this far so soon. She was supposed to fall for you..." Kishen's eyes pleaded to Manoj sir.

"No worries, Kishen beta. No matter how hard the man may try, the choice is often the woman's. The earlier you learn it and accept it, the better." responds Manoj sir's subtle facial expressions.

The sound of the pressure cooker whistle from the Kitchen fills the intense silence in the room.

Kishen notices that Manoj sir too is very horny from flirting, and is now, watching GeetaMa lift up Kishen's shaft and fondle the balls while playfully looking at him. She examines how far back his foreskin goes. Even with the minimal pressure with which she's holding Kishen's shaft, a dew of pre-cum pops up at his cock hole.

Distracting everyone, Deepti comes from the Kitchen with a palm-size bowl and spoon. In it is the curry she made just a while back (in the pressure cooker.)

"Ah...some people can't wait to get fucked," Deepti remarks sarcastically at the hornified-looking Manoj sir and Kishen. GeetaMa breaks a naughty laugh.

"You're a lucky woman to have a very charming, very masculine husband like Manoj sir, Deepti," GeetaMa compliments.

Deepti gives her a you-have-seen-nothing smile. "Here, taste this curry I made while you two were flirting endlessly," she says jokingly. "Tell me how it is. And Manoj sir, tell me if the salt is enough,"

"Aha...my husband is also my salt checker..." GeetaMa adds, smiling at Deepti and Manoj sir with her face just centimeters away from Kishen's cock.

Blowing into the bowl, Deepti pours a spoon-full of curry into the palms of Kishen, GeetaMa and Manoj sir, which they taste.

"Mmm very nice," says GeetaMa. Kishen nods agreement.

Just as Manoj sir was going to speak, the sound of heavy humping and moaning emanates from Deepti's room.

"They are about to reach their climax," Kishen says.

"Thank you for the brilliant deduction, Sherlock. That's cue for me to eat and join them soon. Tell me, Manoj sir, how is the curry?" says Deepti.

"My palm was already pretty salty," says Manoj sir with a naughty smile. "Can you give me to taste in your hand?"

Blushing, Deepti makes Kishen hold the bowl, takes a spoonful of curry, blows on to it, pours it onto her palm, and extends it towards Manoj sir. He seductively and gently pulls her hand to his mouth with both hands--as though her hand was the leaf in which a temple-priest would've given away the prasad. He then proceeds to slowly and erotically scoop up the the curry with his tongue, while exchanging a few glances at GeetaMa.

"Deepti, I'm officially jealous of you, now" GeetaMa says. "The man is still erotically naughty."

"C'mon GeetaMa, you know he is doing this to seduce you, and not me." Deepti responds with an isn't-it-obvious tonality. "But I agree, the man may be many years older than me, but he is my age in the heart, or even younger," she adds running her hand over his face, in adoration.

"Because of our age difference and because I married her as a widower, people still gossip about how loveless our marriage may be and how unhappy she, in particular, may be. If only those conservative, sex-starved humans could see our love and more importantly, see me fuck her brains out and how well she supports me in my kink," adds Manoj sir.

"Aww...that's sweet." GeetaMa adds in, completely forgetting about Kishen's cock.

"Heyyyy now, Manoj sir, shouldn't you be trying to butter GeetaMa instead of me?" Deepti jokes.

"I think I already placed my horny-self to her palm of her hands. The choice is hers." responds Manoj sir as he takes Geeta's hand and extends it palm-side-up towards Deepti.

"Deepti, my dear wife, please pour a spoon of curry."

After Deepti does as requested, Manoj sir brings GeetaMa's hands towards his face and slowly licks the curry off her palm. He playfully licks it a few more times. "That tastes better. No need to add salt, dear."

"You sure know how to make a woman feel right, Manoj sir. I'm impressed." GeetaMa says to Manoj sir, with a craving in her eyes, which Kishen notices.

"True..." Manoj sir, responds like an OG. "...but now, can you make this young man feel right?" he adds, looking at Kishen.

GeetaMa looks at a desperately Kishen--waiting with his dick out-- and then back to Manoj sir. "Is this a test? Or a tease?" she asks.

"Whatever your perceive it to be," responds Manoj sir.

With a naughty smile, she turns her face towards Kishen's cock. "Watch, Manoj sir," she says as she begins stroking Kishen's tool back to throbbing erection. "Deepti, can you drip some curry onto this lovely cock?" she requests. "Its hot but tolerable, Kishen beta."

All Kishen could do was nod in anticipation and watch as Deepti dripped a drops of the warming viscous curry on to his tool--like how one would put sauce over a hot dog sausage. Just as soon as the sensitive skin of Kishen's cock began register the harmless burn of the curry, it sensed the engulfing warmth and wetness of GeetaMa's mouth.

Kishen, Deepti and Manoj sir was impressed by how GeetaMa could deep throat his entire tool in one go. She stood still for a few seconds with her forehead stuck to Kishen's lower abdomen. She then pulled his dick out of her mouth, in one go, while her lips wrapped around it tightly.

Looking erotically at Kishen she ran her tongue over the inner side of her upper lip, to taste the curry it had scooped from along the length of Kishen's dick.

"How did I do?" she asks, turning to Manoj sir, and smacking her lips.

As they eagerly wait for Manoj sir to deliver yet another brilliantly-flirtatious response, the sound of Neethu's rhythmic moans that had been faintly filling the air around, transforms into an orgasmic scream.

"Splendid, Geeta. I'll reward you by making you scream louder than how your son just made your daughter-in-law scream," says Manoj sir.

GeetaMa blushes and breaks an elegant laugh. Deepti and Kishen exchanges with each other the "I'm impressed" facial expression.

Kishen begins to feel the after burn of the curry on his dick. He notices that there was some remnants of the spicy curry in the crevice between the foreskin fold and mushroom-like head of his dick.

Recognizing his concern, GeetaMa wastes no time in pulling back his foreskin and licking clean his dick-tip, letting go only after a thorough visual inspection.

"Deepti aunty!!! We're ready for you," Neethu calls out from her room.

"Coming!!!"Deepti responds. "I've eaten the three chapattis I made. The dough is ready, just make and eat. I have to go now."

"Thank you Deepti," GeetaMa responds.

Deepti leaves the living room in a hurry with the bowl and spoon, and proceeds to join Neethu.

"Thank you, beta. You have a nice manhood. You can put-on your pants, now." GeetaMa tells him with a wide smile looking straight into his eyes, and then focuses her attention to Manoj sir. Kishen saw in her the intent to indulge with him without any 'distractions.'