The next day was marked by a vibrant and bustling festival that swept through the entire region. Unfortunately, father was not due back till the week after. This annual celebration was so significant that it was customary for all the house helps to take a break and enjoy the festivities with their families. As a result, the house was unusually quiet, with only Amma and me to fill the void.
That morning after breakfast, Amma asked me to accompany her to the village fair. It had been a long time since I had been to one, so I agreed. Besides, she needed my help carrying all the produce and ingredients for the festival.
The market was a vibrant mix of colours, sounds, and scents that thrilled me. As we strolled through the dusty stalls filled with merchants, vendors, and artisans, I couldn't help noticing how beautiful she looked. With jasmine flowers in her hair, a tight-fitting blouse that struggled to hold its contents and wrapped in a beautiful cotton saree she looked amazing.
As we walked through the bustling market, hand in hand, we could easily have been mistaken for a couple rather than mother and son. Whenever she got a head of me, I got to see the undulation of her voluptuous buttocks and every time she bent over or stood sideways, I got to see her enormous boobs that she managed to keep hidden with her sari. Her smiles and expressions indicated she knew exactly what I was up to. But instead of being annoyed, she just enjoyed the attention, savouring each moment with carefree grace.
On our way back home, she gently squeezed my arm and said "I had a wonderful time, Kana. We should do this more often."
By the time we got back, it was nearly noon. We grabbed a light lunch and then headed to our rooms for a quick nap.
Later that afternoon, I went to her bedroom and sat on the bed watching television and waiting for her to finish her bath. Just then, the door creaked open, and she emerged, wrapped in a towel. Having been horny all day, this was not going to be easy, I thought to myself.
"Hey sweety," she said with a smile.
"Hi Amma," I answered, looking at her as she wandered the room.
Of course, my mind was trying hard to imagine her underneath the towel.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Nothing, just getting bored," I answered.
"Good, you can keep me company while I get dressed," she said, undoing her wet hair as she faced the full-length mirror with her back towards me.
After staring at her arse and peeking at her boobs all morning I was feeling pretty worked up and frustrated. And my devious mind was trying to redeem itself with the hope of getting to see her naked and so I waited shamelessly with bated breath. But she quickly noticed the excitement on my face and gave me a knowing nod.
"Are you always this horny?" she asked.
"Not really, just since that night when you came into my room," I answered, being funny.
"Oh my god, don't remind me," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, I was so uncomfortable after you stretched me out, with your rather large member," she said casually.
"What do you mean by rather large member" I asked, knowing full well what she meant yet hoping for a little ego boost.
"Among everything that I have had so far, you are on the bigger side," she replied with a smile.
"Wow, what all have you had?" I asked inquisitively.
She laughed and told me that my dad wasn't her first or last, and there were quite a few other men in her life. Besides that, she had experimented with a few things during her hostel life. Listening to her stirred up a mix of excitement and jealousy. She wasn't the innocent person I had imagined. Instead, she was complex and intriguing, which made me even more curious. A flood of questions raced through my mind, and I found myself wanting to know more about her, even as I felt a twinge of envy.
"Dad knows?" I asked.
"Of course," she said with a slight frown.
Seeing the puzzled look on my face, she decided to explain their relationship to me. From a young age, I've always felt an intrinsic connection to my sexuality--an openness and eagerness that guided my belief of intimacy. Fortunately, I was nurtured in a family that fostered my freedom to explore and express my desires.
When I met your father, it was nothing less than a dream come true. He was someone who truly grasped the person I am, understanding and honouring my needs and desires. In him, I found a partner who mirrored my values and embraced my sexual liberties with an open heart and mind. Even though he didn't share the same overtly sexual yearnings or libido as me. Our relationship has been built on a foundation of mutual respect and understanding. Even though I have had other partners and physical intimacies outside of marriage, none have ever diminished the profound connection I share with him. His love remains a constant source of joy, strength, and fulfilment for me.
"Wow, you are so lucky, I hope I can find a partner like dad," I said.
"More importantly try to be a partner like your dad," she corrected me.
"Tell me about your experiences?" I asked excitedly.
"No way, they are way to private," she said in a rather serious tone.
"Fine, at least tell me if you ever had anyone as big or bigger than I am?" I asked trying to trick her into revealing some of the details.
"Won't give up, will you?" she said with a snigger.
"Please, amma," I pleaded.
"Ok baba, Raju mama," she said with a giggle.
At first, I was shocked, that was mom's younger brother my uncle.
"Errr... how?" I asked
"Now you want details?" she asked with a chuckle.
"Please," I begged.
"Okay, baba," she said.
Like always, she loved telling a good story in as much detail as possible. It was right before his wedding; your father and I were married for a few years, and you were still a baby. As your father was busy with work, I took you on my own to your grandparents' house. When I was there, he appeared quite stressed and nervous, which was unlike him. We grew up quite close and he always looked up to me like a second mother. So, I wanted to know what was bothering him and see if I could help elevate his worries.
One quiet afternoon, while everyone else was out and the house was still, I went to his room after putting you to bed. After a bit of gentle prodding, he finally confessed that he was unsure of how to please a woman sexually. Besides, his bride-to-be had very high expectations of him, and he didn't want to disappoint her.
With hardly any time for the wedding and no other option left, I suggested he use me as a surrogate, so I could guide him through it. At first, he was hesitant and inhibited because I was his older sister and all. But after I reassured him that this would be purely educational and highlighted the fact that he was out of options, he agreed.
"Wow, what a cool sister you are," I said.
Despite me loving him as a brother, it felt a bit weird as it was very clinical, and we were so disconnected from the sexual nature of it all. Nonetheless, this was the only way he could avoid disappointing his bride-to-be. We had never had sexual feelings for each other or been intimate in any way before.
"And then what?" I asked curiously.
Then I got naked and explained the various parts of a woman's body. Got him to touch and explore my body, as I explained how to stimulate it and make a woman feel good. He was so worried, his hands kept trembling when he touched my boobs and buttocks. Then I got him to undress, and the poor thing couldn't even get erect.
"Whoa, then what did you...?" I tried asking before she interrupted me with her giggle.
Asked him what turned him on, and he said he pointed to my arse. So, taking his hands in mine I guided them all over my buttocks and even allowed him to penetrate my anus with his finger. But it didn't work so, I tried rubbing my arse against his flaccid penis with no avail. When I was almost at my wits end, I accidently squeezed my milk-filled boobs and squirted some milk on his face. It was so funny that we both started laughing uncontrollably and were unable to stop. Suddenly the tension and awkwardness of it vanished, and he was sporting a huge erection. Running out of time, I quickly turned to face the window, raising one of my legs onto a chair, giving him access to my vagina from behind. Not being aroused myself I wasn't exactly lubricated, and since he was so big, he literally made me scream as he entered me. Holding onto the window bars, I could feel his extra-large member stretch me out. Lucky it wasn't long before he came inside me as was thinking I couldn't take it much longer. Besides, I was afraid you might wake up and come looking for me.
"Did you ever do it again with him?" I asked
She nodded her head and said the very next day, which happened to be his wedding day. Went to his room to give him a cup of coffee and ask him if he felt less stressed. He was visibly much happier and thanked me for helping him out. Then he asked if he could practice one last time. Seeing how happy he was, I agreed, but since there were so many people in the house, we had to be quiet and quick, so I just lifted my saree up and faced the door while he dropped his shorts and inserted his erect penis from behind. It was less exerting this time, as I was somewhat used to his size by now. It didn't take him long to come, as I was quite tight for him.
"Is he bigger than me?" I asked
"Yup, the biggest I have had so far," she answered nonchalantly.
Seeing the discontent etched across my face, she took a deep breath and reached out, her voice steady and soothing.
"Look, it's not size those matters, Kana," she said softly, her eyes meeting mine with a sincerity that cut through the tension.
"What truly matters to a woman is how you make her feel, not how big you are. It's the emotional connection--the way you make her feel loved and respected--that means everything. Size cannot compensate for the emotional state you create for her--that's what truly counts."
Her words hung in the air, a balm to the frustration that had clouded my thoughts. I could see the earnestness in her gaze, and it was clear that she wasn't just offering empty reassurances. As her words sank in, a sense of relief began to replace the dismay that had been gnawing at me.
"Honey, speaking about your uncle, I almost forgot. I need you to take me to your uncle's place tomorrow for the festival," she said as she brushed her hair.
"Oh no," I replied.
"Tomorrow is the family festival, and we really need to go visit your aunt and uncle," she said once again, trying to get me to go with her.
"Do we have to? You know I don't like those family gatherings."
Once her hair was dry, she brushed and tied it into a neat bun, then she reached out to grab her nightgown.
"I know, but it's important to spend time with family. How about I do something for you in exchange?" she said, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
"Hmmm, like what?" I asked casually.
