The bags had been packed and we were all clothed now. The servants were back and life went back to normal, at least on the surface. Taiji and mother made me carry down our packed bags to Taiji's car. When asked about the travel plans, they brushed away my questions.
As the driver loaded up the bags, Dadiji called out asking for Taiji and mother to come receive Dadaji's blessings. Dadiji had a plate of aarti on her hands and put red tilaks on their foreheads. They went inside their bedroom where Dadaji was waiting with a hungry smile on his face. He dropped his dhoti and pulled down his briefs. His phallus sprang free, dangling invitingly.
I saw them squat down in front of him just as Dadiji closed the door.
"Oh, Dadaji is so horny all the time!"
Anjali had slid up next to me. She was wearing an old faded tee and shorts.
"Why aren't you dressed yet?" I asked.
"Oh, but I am not going. I am staying here with Dadaji."
"Really?"
"Yes. Debdutta bhaiya is leaving with Sarmistha bua. Dadi is leaving with her sons. I am staying here with Dada. He is old and needs someone to take care of him."
She giggled at the last bit.
"You excited?" I asked her.
She nodded. "You must be excited too. Mummy and chichi will show you a good time."
I blushed.
"You are going to become a madarchod," she said. She cupped my crotch. "You are already hard," she said.
I nodded, wondering at the going ons behind the door.
Anjali squatted down and attached her eye to the keyhole.
"Wanna join me?" she asked.
I declined her generous offer and went back to the idling car.
Mother and taiji emerged around half an hour later. There was a fine sheen of sweat on their faces and their hairs had been clearly rearranged hurriedly. I sat on the back seat. Mother got into the driver's seat. Taiji sat with me at the back.
I heard snatches of their conversations.
"Yes, Babuji will take her ass. He likes to dominate women. I left three tubes of lube with Anjali," taiji was saying.
"Will that be enough?" mother asked from the front seat. "Once he starts, he won't stop."
Taiji laughed. "I remember my first time. He took me all night. I could barely walk the next morning. I was worried that my husband would be offended."
"Was he?" asked mother.
"He was oblivious. His mother took good care of him," she said, eyes glinting mischievously.
They laughed. I pretended not to notice.
Taiji pulled herself closer to me and kissed me.
"Careful Sulochana, we are not out of the city yet," said mother.
"I couldn't resist your son. Looking all sad and lonely."
She put an exploratory hand on my crotch.
"He is already hard, Smita." She pulled down the zip and felt me over the cotton of my underwear.
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As the shadows on the road lengthened, and traffic grew thin, the tinted glass offered some privacy. Sulochana taiji had until now restricted herself to fondling me through the open fly, that too when there were stretches with no traffic. A scandal just would not do. I wasn't allowed to bring my hands anywhere near the vicinity of my crotch.
Now, she had grown more assertive and had my pants drawn down to my knees, legs raised up on the seat. My shaft was slick with the precum she had slathered it with. She bent forward and too it in her mouth.
I groaned as she worked the hardness with her tongue and lips. She seemed to have a good sense of my tolerance for soon she released me. She kept her fingers in place, though, careful not to squeeze.
"Are you scared that you will not measure up?" she whispered, leaning closer.
"What?" I asked, distracted.
"Are you scared you will not measure up to your mother's lovers?"
I nodded dumbly. It was obvious that I would never measure up.
Her fingers found its way to my scrotal sac and she felt each testicle. She scratched the skin and moved to my now familiar taint.
She whispered. "Your mother is apprehensive too, Brajesh. She saw you watching her when she was with other men. She feels ashamed. She is worried that you won't respect her anymore, that you won't appreciate the love that she has for you."
