This is one incident I would never forget in a hurry. I was around 22 then. Just the week before I had returned to India from the USA after my graduation. Dad set up an elaborate program to celebrate my homecoming. He said that he would drive us, my Ma and me, down to our ancestral home and refresh us over the week.
However, the day before we were to leave, Dad said that he would not be able to come with us as an important meeting had come up. He asked me to drive Ma down to our forefather's home and said that he would join us after the weekend.
So, on that fateful day, very early in the morning, I left with Ma in our favorite old Amby for our ancestral home around 180 km from Kolkata. I was driving. We stopped at a roadside stall for a warm breakfast of pakora and tea. And then stopped again for a filling lunch of rice, dal, fish and chutney.
Ma was fun to be with. She had a very good sense of humor. Though she was over 45 then, she had a rather voluptuous figure. After nearly 25 years of living with my Dad, she had started putting on some weight. (By the way, that is the way I like my women, mature and slightly plump.) She was also a well-read person who had given up her job as a college teacher to look after husband and son. A good singer, she was always in demand at our family dos.
On the way, she sang a lot. We also talked about college and her student days. I could feel she was relaxed and happy that I was home.
When we reached our family home, it was still a few hours to dusk. Mom said she would have a shower since she was all dusty from the journey. She went into the bathroom and I decided to look around. After all, the place held many childhood memories.
This was the place where I saw a woman nude first and masturbated for the first time in life.
I was in class VII then. I had come to the village with my parents. The house was palatial, surrounded by a big garden and well fenced. Dasrath kaka, the gardener or mali, looked after the garden and the house in our absence. He used to stay in the servants' quarters with his wife. I was playing in the garden, just below the window of the servants' quarter. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound inside the room. I don't know why, but I decided to hide and peek. It was Dasrath kaka's bathroom and his wife was taking a bath. What I saw took my breath away. Dasrath kaka's wife was totally nude.
Rupa kaki, Dasrath kaka's wife, was soaping herself. She was a middle-aged woman then. She first soaped her big pendulous breasts and then her hairy armpits. Her hand traveled to her hairy cunt. Soap, water and hair mixed to give a hazy look to it. She was rubbing her cunt as my penis shot to erection. My hands automatically started rubbing my crotch. I had never seen a cunt before and here was a middle-aged woman, old enough to be my mother, groping her own cunt. I stood transfixed. I was so engrossed in what has happening before me that I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
It was Dasrath kaka! I didn't know where to hide. He held me by my ear and took me inside. Rupa kaki came in. I was so ashamed that I could not look into her eyes.
"Look! I have caught a brat. He was watching you bath from the window and I have caught him red-handed,"
(Dekho! Ami kake dhorechi. Janla diye unki marchilo aar ami hate-nate dhore felechi.)
Dasrath kaka said.
Rupa kaki laughed a tinkling laugh. "So, our Baba has grown up. He has started watching women."
(Amader Baba tahole boro hoye geche. Meye deche.)
She was still in her petticoat, tied around her breasts. I was tongue-tied. I could not say anything. Instead, tears started rolling down my cheeks. I wondered what would happen to me if Mom and Dad came to know of the incident. They would kill me for sure.
"Dasu, let's have some fun."
(Dasu, esho ektu maja kori.)
I thought they were going to take me to Mom and Dad. I started sobbing loudly.
I started pleading with them. But Dasu kaka and his wife laughed.
Suddenly Dasu kaka pulled down my pants from my hips. I tried to hide myself, covering my crotch with both hands. But Dasu kaka pulled my hands away. I started fighting with him. "Let me go!"
(Amake chere dao.)
I cried. But I was easily overpowered by Dasu kaka. I was held in all my naked glory in front of Rupa kaki. I closed my eyes in shame and anguish. But someone's soft hands touched my penis.
My eyes flew open to find Rupa kaki fondling my cock. She was cupping it in her hands, slowly brushing away the newly grown hair around my crotch. I closed my eyes again. Oh! It was heavenly! Rupa kaki was pulling the foreskin back to expose the head. Her tongue shot out suddenly and she started licking my piss hole, all the while masturbating me.
Dasu kaka was still holding my hands from behind and laughing. I was unable to move and yet I was writhing in pleasure. Currents of pleasure seemed to shoot up my spine. I had never known anything more pleasurable in life.
"Open your petticoat and show him some tits and cunt,"
(Tomar saya khule oke ektu gud aar chuchi dekhiye dao.)
Dasu kaka told Rupa kaki. "Show him what the 'gateway to heaven' looks like. Open your eyes kid."
(Oke swrgadwar darshan koriye dao. Ei beta, chokh khol.)
Dasu kaka's words seemed to take the fight out of me and I opened my eyes. As if on cue, Rupa kaki untied the knot of her petticoat and let it drop around her ankles.
Oh! What a sight!
Her tits were really large with huge dark nipples. Lower down, her cunt was covered by a dark thatch of hair. I later came to know that she had never shaved in her life. And she was standing in front of me in all her nude glory.
My eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets. So this is what my friends talk about though none of them have seen it in flesh. Rupa kaki's nipples were slowly standing to erection. She cupped her breasts in her hands and pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers.
Dasu kaka let go of my hands. But I stood there, transfixed.
"Let him have a look at your cunt,"
(Oke tomar gud dekhte dao.)
laughed Dasu kaka.
Rupa kaki set down on the small cot in the room and spread her legs.
