Repost of a story I had posted earlier under another username.
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It was 8:30 p.m. when I was awakened by mom for supper.
She was dressed in a beautiful dark pink pure silk sari, embroidered with gold threads and a dark blue, tight fitting sleevele, low-cut blouse, showing a lot of lovely smooth skin, both in the front as well as the back. Her beautiful long hair was tied in a thick, long braided pigtail that Indian women call a 'chotti'.
Chandra was wearing a just a lungi. The stench coming from him was just as bad as before but for some reason was more bearable now. Had we grown used to his stench?
As we were eating, he said to me, "I just spoke to your dad, his work at Calcutta will be done soon."
This was a pleasant surprise! If dad returns soon, he can deal with this scumbag.
But he continued, "Unfortunately, he has to leave for Ranchi, after that, so he can't rejoin us yet."
My heart sank.
Turning to mom, he said, "But I'm free tomorrow. We can all go out, I'll show you around."
Mom said brightly, "Oh, my son just needed to buy some medicine for his pain. Can we also go to the cityyy?" in a sing song voice, batting her eyelashes.
"How can I say no to my rakhail?" he replied.
She said to me with a sweet smile, "You can finally get your medicine tomorrow and we'll be free from the pain!"
Yes! I thought, she's still with me! I needn't have worried.
As she was clearing the dishes, I couldn't help staring at her; she was looking absolutely gorgeous. Her sari was wrapped tightly around her ample rounded hips. Her large breasts seemed to be struggling to get out of her tight blouse with every breath. Normally, they would be covered with the 'pallu' of her sari (Top portion of a sari that is draped over a shoulder. It covers the breasts and belly and hangs from the shoulder at the back) but Chandra had made her bunch up the 'pallu' so that it was draped like a rope over her left shoulder instead of spread out over it. On her back. her blouse was just a narrow band of cloth, exposing most of her smooth, sexy white back.
As she walked away from us, Chandra's eyes were glued to her gracefully swaying ass; as her left buttock would rise sideways, her right buttock would move down sideways and as her right buttock would rise sideways, her left buttock would move down sideways inside her tight sari, the thin golden chain around her waist adding to her overall sexiness.
I retired early to my room and started forging the fake orders to deposit at the drop points during the next day. In about twenty minutes, two notes bearing Chandra's signature and seal were ready with their proper envelops and codes. They would be dropped off at different pharmaceutical shops, that served as drop points for Chandra's gang, in the city. The notes had high priority and confidential orders to take out the chiefs of the two mafia gangs the Chandra was working for. Each gang would suspect the other, sparking a gang war. Whether or not any attempt succeeded, the paper trail would lead straight back to Chandra.
Whether or not they believed he was guilty was irrelevant, both would have enough evidence that he was working for their rivals as well. By the time anyone would come looking for him, hopefully we would be long gone. I planned to take the gold, jewels and cash he had kept stashed, as a small measure of reparations for what he was doing to my mother.
After some time, I heard music coming from Chandra's room. Usually, by now the sounds coming from there would be mom's moans and screams. Curious, I clambered up into my hiding place to see what was going on.
Chandra was seated on his sofa, butt naked and legs spread wide, sporting a huge erection. Mom was still fully clothed, standing a couple of meters in front of him.
No, she wasn't standing; she was dancing! Her hands were raised above her head, crossing and uncrossing each other in graceful patterns, while her nice round hips were swaying from side to side.
She was slowly turning round and round, shaking her sexy ass. She lowered both her hand, bringing them to her sides, now rotating her ass. The pallu of her sari fell to the floor; without missing a beat, she caught the part of the pallu near her waist and loosened the folds of her sari under her navel with her other hand. Then, without moving her hands from those two parts of her sari, she danced towards where Chandra was sitting and tossed one end of the pallu towards him, smiling sexily.
With a grin on his face, Chandra grabbed the pallu and started tugging and pulling it. As her sari began to come off her body, mom once again raised both hands and started turning around due to the torque created by her sari being pulled off her.
Soon the sari had been stripped off her sexy body and she had her blouse and petticoat on, she moved away slightly and turning towards Chandra, she started heaving her lovely blouse encased chest, up and down in sync with the music being played on a tape recorder kept on the table.
Bending down a little, she swayed her breasts from side to side and with both hands started to lift her petticoat. She slowly raised it to just above her knees, exposing her milky white legs.
Then with a naughty giggle, she let the hem of her petticoat drop to the floor and turned around.
She bent forward a little and started twerking her ass. Chandra (and I) was so mesmerized by this that when she suddenly turned around again, it was surprising to see that she had undone all the front hooks of her blouse, exposing the flimsy, lacy black bra that was trying to hide her lovely breasts.
She ran both her hands over her sexy torso from the shoulders down and thrust her hips forwards towards him. Then loosening the string of her petticoat just enough so that it did not come off, she winked and turned around again
Then holding her blouse so that it closed in front of her breasts, she turned to face him and then swiftly opened the front of her blouse again and turned around again, all the while shimmying her hips like a belly dancer.
She did this move one more time and her petticoat started to slide down the curves of her hips.
As soon as her petticoat fell to the floor, she removed her blouse as well and throwing it onto the floor, turned around to face him again.
