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Let me introduce my 4-member family beginning with my mom:
My mom had a voluptuous body. She carried it in such a way that it did not feel so. It was when she ran that, the jiggling of her breast surprised all. The clashes of her boobs threatened to put her off balance. She always wore a tight bra and loose dress to discard her figure. She hated her voluptuous body and went to gym daily but that only made her figure more voluptuous as her waist trimmed. She could not trim her boobs and butt. She always wore jeans and top but on occasions like today, she would wear saree`s.
The second member of our family and the last woman -- my sister, on the other hand was a slim beauty. She had just celebrated her 24th birthday but still looked like a new entrant to college because of her perfect shape. Her eyes made her sexy. It was what you call 'The eyes of a deer'. Her slimness, sensual eyes and loose hair made her just luscious. She always wore skirts. Her favourite was jeans skirt above her knees, flaunting her shapely thighs.
My father was an active person with an athlete body and handsome. Even now, women found him attractive. He always had a smile in his face, eager to give a helping hand. I had heard he was a great womanizer in his youthful days but I never saw him take any advantage or flirt with any girls. This naturally put pressure on me to be like him but I was a shy person and tend to move away from parties and women. My father worked abroad and we saw him once in 6 months.
I was a contrast to my family of handsome and beauties. I was what you would call a plump man. I loved exercise but I loved food more. I had girlfriends thanks to my cute face but not yet in a relation.
The bus was usually empty but today some kind of political procession was just over and all the buses were full. We got in with our loads of bag and the conductor protested. In the end, we had no choice but to haul all our bags on the rooftop of the bus. Mom moved to the women's seat and demanded the seat. There was a huge laughter as if mom had just said a joke. Even some of the women in the bus were smiling. After a lot of persuasion, no one minded or moved. Subsequently she became silent as the conductor asked her to travel standing or get out.
City rules and village rules are same but city is a city and village after all is a village. In a village, men are always powerful and women the silent victim. The silent victim of the city would turn bold automatically to survive but in the village, the women hardly leave the four walls. Even if they do and any problem occurs, they blame would be on them even if they did not do anything. It would take many years for our village culture to change or maybe it never will.
We continued our trip with the women standing and the strong men sitting in luxury. There were around six women in all including my mom and sister. All of them were rag and bones. Compared to them my mom and sis looked like a queen and princess in between beggars. No, wonder because most of the women who attended the procession in villages were the poorest of poor. They attended because they would get Rs. 100 and a meal along with free transportation, which meant one women in between 25 men. No one troubled them for two reasons --
1) They were party members and would face the wrath of party leaders if they complained.
2) They were rags and bones -- you would not feel to touch them, even if they allowed.
It was no surprise therefore that the hands swayed near them. At first mom just ignored, but they kept on coming. Slowly she began to wade it off. It was practically impossible since the bus entwined in its own path. The road was full of holes and cracks. It was more like an amusement park ride -- sometimes moving up and down and other times steeply sideways. Mom was having a hard time trying to keep her balance and hold on to the bar -- the flanking hand were more a nuisance than threat -- and above all the bus was full.
Slowly the men near her who flanked their hands began to place their hands on her boldly. With great difficulty, she pushed off their hands, giving a hard stare but all was in vain. As the bus moved through the difficult road of humps and perforation, she was tossed around. Wherever she moved, her body touched someone. The farther she moved from someone, the more near she came to someone else. It was only a matter of time; the resting hand began to squeeze her ass. One of them gripped her saree with his fingers and slowly crumpled it into his hand slowly in such a way that her saree was hoisted up slowly like the curtain screen of a theatre. He slowly pulled up her saree to show her thighs. I looked at sis. The rush had divided us into different directions. She was in the opposite direction of mom. She was cornered but none seemed to be troubling her. Mom seemed the one in deep trouble. I decided to rescue her and swam my way to her in midst of the angry exclamations. I stood behind her like a protector keeping the hands away from her. It seemed to have succeeded as the hands around her subsided. I looked at sis once again. She had a seat, thanks to an old man who got up for her. Everything seemed ok in this turmoil, but how long can you keep the wolves away from its prey. I got the answer soon.
The hands started sneaking back but this time it was for me. Someone was rubbing my pant and trying to open my zip. Taken aback, I tried to push away the hand but the zigzag movement of the bus was making it difficult for me to push it off. I understood and wondered how mom managed. I was busy wading off the hand on me that I did not notice the hand crumpling my mom's saree. He had lifted above her thighs and now her panties were visible. All were enjoying the sight. Moms discomfort added pleasure to the perverts. It was just a casual look to see if mom was all right that made me stare at her ass. The panties were now very clear. The panties did not cover the whole of my mom's ass. Her as cheeks were out. A person sitting had his fingers on the band of her panties. I wanted to stop him but something held me back. I watched as if seeing the end of a suspense film. He was slowly tugging her panties down with every sudden move or jolt of the bus. I think that, since he did it on the movement of the bus, mom was unaware of the situation. I watched fascinated as the panties were guided down slowly. The panties had reached the end of her ass cheek. Her ass was now out naked for all to see. Suddenly the bus stopped and all stomped forward. The show was over as they lost hold on her. I regained my concise and stood behind her staring at others.