Menaka Dixit loved wearing her favourite yellow salwar kameez before going to the market place, there was a special reason for that. Somehow salwar kameezes did justice to her robust 25 year old body, it hugged each and every curve of her body and she was well aware of her jutting thick ample figure. She missed applying her lip glosses due to the lockdown. Reluctantly she wore a pink designed mask and took the market bags in her lovely manicured hands.
Malini, her younger bubly sister swayed her newly thickened buttocks in her shorts and came closer to her elder sister. Typically she was listening to her ipod to the latest bollywood songs, somehow Djwale babu always made her buttocks sway a bit more.
Malini : didi! Are you dressed for the market or something else??
Menaka : what you mean? (Smiling)
Malini : didi! You always dress perfectly before buying sabzis from that ugly chacha!! God!!!! How can you bare him??? He smells so bad!
Somehow the smelling part stirred something inside Menaka. She bit her lip within the mask and pinched her sister's fluffy cheek "now what to do Malu! Someone has to go out and get the grocery stuff!
Malini swayed her way out to another direction and Menaka was just about to leave when a buxom matronly woman in her late 40s wearing the traditional saree with house keys stuffed on her broad hips come closer and stood there. She was none other than Menaka's mother Meenakshi.
Meenakshi : beta! Please get some agarbattis as well!
Menaka smiled and left the house. As usual the auto stand near her house lit up on seeing her sway on the streets. One of the drivers even adjusted his crotch on just visualising her big fat buttocks within the kameez. Menaka was aware of her thickly swaying, secretly she even enjoyed the attention but chose not to react. The people around missed her luscious smile due to her mask.
Since the streets were not much crowded, she chose to walk all along. Oh how much she hated the lockdown! She missed flaunting her lovely pink lipped smile to those sabziwalas, the way they stared at her, however her common vendor was the chacha her sister had mentioned : Abdul bhai. The man was a 50 year old ***** with a brutish look and loved Menaka's company very much!
Abdul bhai : salam walekum bitiya!
Menaka : salam chacha! (She chose to look down and salute in the ***** style)
Abdul simply loved this beastly girl! Something about her stirred him.
Menaka stood before Adbuls cart and bought all the necessary vegetables, and just before leaving she took a tiny diary into her bag which was kept within her selected items. This was not the first time though! Abdul had been giving her tiny diaries since a month and she always took it home.
Sweating furiously, she reached home and took a quick bath, scrubbing her robust body with her favourite lux soap. Getting dressed in her tshirt and pajamas she did some of her job stuff on her laptop and then pulled the curtains and took the diary and laid on her back.
The page was dated 11th August 2007 :
Page 1 -
"Today I am very happy to meet Shabbo! Her robust body makes me rub my loins and make me want to hug her, eat her and do nasty things to her! Everytime she looked at me wearing my favourite Yellow salwar kameez which I had gifted her once during ramzan!"
Page 2 -
"Oh how much I loved her but couldn't dare to speak daringly to her about my own lust! She is the mother of my own daughters best friend! Oh!!! But still she looks so deliciously hot! Just thinking about her I would almost beat my wife, spank her, spit on her and make wild love to her every night!"
......
That was all written in the diary and Menaka found herself rubbing furiously on her crotch on top of ber pajama. She loved erotic literature and this particular scene ignited her imagination and she could visualize Abdul bhai and his wife in deep intercoarse due to that Shabbo!
Damn! She came so hard! Abdul bhai was a smelly brute of a guy and here she was fascinated by him to the extent of masturbating on his lusty experiences.
Unknown to Menaka, her previous diaries of Shabbo Abdul encounter had been secretly read by her mother Meenakshi, who was disgusted to the core initially. But every human has their own story. Even though Meenakshi was this strict Maharashtrian woman, she was also a woman.
The diaries reminded her of a hot ***** stud during her post pregnancy days at the hospital. Meenakshi would often clear the kitchen work and sit back on her sofa and recollect some really forbidden memories of a ***** wardboy called Ahmad who used to woo her a lot.
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17th January, 1996
Meenakshi held her first ever child Menaka on her arms and often kissed her forehead and fondled her cute chubby face, her caretaker was a nurse called Shagufta, a beautiful young girl who loved her job and yet had naughty intentions as well.
Meenakshi gained lots of curves after her pregnancy and her balloony breasts often drew Shaguftas attention during breastfeeding Menaka. Shagufta would often talk to her about how Ahmed the wardboy would also fancy her glorious big breasts filled with milk.
Shagufta : appi! Ahmed is a rogue! Please stay safe from him! (Wicked smile)
Meenakshi : ohh deva!! Will you not let me even bteastfeed my daughter in peace you evil girl!! (Holding Menaka tightly and also rubbing her thighs inside the hospital gown)
Shagufta was an evil naughty devilish girl who loved teasing women about Ahmad and his casanova nature. She knew Meenakshi was a very kinky woman deep inside and somehow she wanted to tease this newly mother!
Shagufta : appi! You dont know Ahmad! He likes girls as well as well bred women like you! (Bringing her mouth close to Meenakshikl) I can arrange a wild hot fuck between you both! I promise you, you will remember forever!
Meenakshi rubbed her thighs so furiously that she wouldn't even mind her 1 day old daughter falling off her arms! Damn! She needed to get fucked...the birth of a child ignited her sexual instincts even more. Her newly fattened vagina mourned for sex! Her newly ballooned breasts needed mauling badly!
For a moment she thought of Ahmad and her cheeks turned red. She cursed her husband who was not there at this previous moment with her. Somehow her in-laws were very happy with Menaka's birth, so was she but "a good fuck" kept revolving in her mind.
Meenakshi was about to get discharged soon, she needed this quick shot with that notorious wardboy as soon as possible. She smilingly took Shaguftas hand and rubbed it, biting her lips she uttered "please Shagufta! Do tell him!"
That very night around 2 am the door opened and inside came Ahamad who was confident of his luck with women like Meenakshi. The newly mother kept rubbing her crotch within her gown and little meen slept soundly on the cot beside.
Ahmad : madam! (Chewing ghutka) promise me you will not complain to the High authorities! Or else..
Meenakshi : I won't! And please make it quick enough! And listen (biting lips) please dont ejaculate inside me!
Ahamad : think again madam! I am quite potent and ummm (opening his pants) you may not regret it!
Meenakshi : shut up you rogue! Now get going already! This bloody pregnancy has amplified my sexual requirements, ohh deva! Now get going already! (Spreading her thighs in the gown)
That night the entire hospital was pin drop silenced yet the bed spring sounds came very very softly from the maternity ward. Meenakshi and Ahmad embraced like long lost lovers while rubbing into each other. Ahmad had his pants till his knees and she had her gown till her waist! The night was destined to be erotic.
Meenakshi moaned very very softly and cautiously because Ahmad kept thirsting like a true lover! No haste and no hurry. Her religion was doomed, but she didn't care one bit. She squirted again and again on his naked penis, not caring what could happen within a few moments.
Ahamad also got his share of milk while mauling her balloony breasts and Meenakshi enjoyed to the core.
Both of them were having a lifetime of a smooth slow fuck and Ahmad kept taking his share of kisses on her neck, mouth and breasts. Meenakshi became so involved, she closed her eyes and almost visiualized Ahmad as her own husband during the entire session.
Ahmad knew he was close, he had to take a discison!
Ahamad : madamm!! Takee itt pleaaasee!!!! Keeeep our love inside yourself ya aaalaaaahh!!
Meenakshi : noooooo!!!! Ohh deva
Ahmad bound by his nature kept shooting potent batter inside Meenakshi and like a cheap theif, fled away to his quarter while adjusting his pants, leaving Meenakshi aghast and annoyed that night. But nevertheless she was satisfied soulfully.
The illegitimate child in her womb was none other than her younger daughter Malini, who lived her life casually without knowing the identity of her true father.
.......
Back to the present, remembering these follies, Meenakshi would turn red and everytime she looked at her strict orthodox husband and then at Malini, she would wickedly smile and her breasts would heave a bit higher out of kinkyness.
She decided to take a nap, anyway the lockdown bored her to death.
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The lockdown made the days very very slow and yet Ashok Dixit, the head of the family had his own means of amusement. He secretly had taken fancy to Malini and her youthful buxom body. He felt miserable but couldn't control his feelings towards his younger daughter. Every night he would beat his meat in the persuit of Malini coming to him, sitting on his lap and maybe even rubbing her lovely buttocks on his crotch. Damn why do these girls grow so quick! If only he knew that nothing would be incesteous between him and Malini technically.
Oh! Just the thought was enough and he just rubbed his crotch with the book he was reading. It had been years since Meenakshi and he had engaged in sexual intercourse, but then both husband and wife had their own means of entertainment. However For Meenakshi the diary had ignited the tangy spicy memory of the wardboy who not only had sex with her, but also popped a baby in as well.
Everytime she would look at Malini, she would get anxious and strangely aroused at the same time. In her mind she would visualize herself abandoning Malini who is then rots here and there dressed as a street whore being accused of his missing dad and getting all kinds of slangs shot at her.
Oh! The poor baby! She is so good at school! So bubbly! But she is that goon like wardboy's piece of flesh, who almost resembled Ahmad than Ashok. These thoughts were enough to arouse Meenakshi and she rubbed her thick fat vaginal lips through her saree. That damn diary had brought back memories she wanted to abandon!
Few days later Menaka went to the market again and once again her swaying buttocks were secretly whistled at by the rikshawala drivers. Menaka very well aware of everything didn't give a damn and continued to Abdul bhai's vegetable cart. Surprisingly he was not there, nowhere to be seen.
Menaka was just about to move further when suddenly a hand touched her soft shoulder. She looked back to see a dark brutish guy wearing a ***** cap smiling at her. His bugling body spoke alot of his stamina and Menaka could even smell him.
Oh that smell! The smell of strange manly sweat, a similar smell to Adbul bhai. A smell of disgust but yet hard work too. On the other side the masked ***** stud longed to see how those lips looked beneath the pink mask of the girl standing infront of him. Menaka kept staring at him, damn! she did have a thing for rugged ***** guys!
Somehow the man broke the silence " hi, you must be miss Menaka, I am Amir, Abdul Mia's son"
Menaka was then told that Adbul bhai was very ill and chose not to be active on the streets and saying so he gave her another tiny diary. Menaka knew the identity code word was her yellow salwar kameez through which Amir could recognize her.
Keeping the diary in her purse she was also given a phone number at the back page.
Aamir : you may call me for vegetables, I shall send it to your house directly! (Saying so,he went away)
Menaka rushed home with relief of not needing to go out anymore for vegetables during the lockdown. She took a bath and as usual in her home getup, she almost jumped on her bed with the diary and started reading...
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April 2012
"Shabbo and her daughter came to my house along with her Altaf Mia, her husband and my best friend. Her daughter and my daughter were very close and yet I had lusted after them equally without shame. However Shabbo smiling at me was enough for me to kill aftab and make his wife my wife forever!"
"That day Shabbo secretly came to my room and hugged me tight. I was amazed yet aroused. She was not happy with Altaf, she wanted to remarry and feel like a newlywed again. I took this opportunity and stripped away her salwar and kameez and made love to her only in her black bra and panty. Ohhh those lovely breasts were enough to make me murder my wife and Aftab and just simply fuck her day night long"
Page 2 :
"Soon I came in her and promised her a healthy baby soon enough! Soon she cleared herself up and went and sat near Aftab, when asked she said she was taking Arabic lessons from me. Naughtyness was something I adored in women! My wife was a simpleton but Shabbo was different."
When she and aftab left the house, she looked back at me and touching her stomach, winked at me with that crazy bitchy smile!".
.......
Once again Menaka squeezed her thighs and rubbed herself to another wonderful orgasm. What a brute of a guy! Such brutish nature! Ohh! Turning back on the diary she looked at the number and imagined Amir picking up the phone and ummm maybe just talking about random things to her! No! Wait she is supposed to order vegetables right?
Thinking of Amir, she squeezed her thick thighs again and a naughty thought popped in her mind, what would he look like naked? He was darkish but uff those muscles and arms! She pinched her protruding clitoris through the pajama. Oh no! Good Maharashtrian girls don't woo brutish ***** hunks! Soooo naughty! She started playing romantic songs on her phone and dozed off.
Meenakshi happened to visit her room just randomly and stumbled upon the tiny diary. Oh one more diary! She swayed her broad hips and took the diary to her daughter's study table and sat on the chair to read. Within minutes she felt tiny mischievous ants crawling on her thick swollen vaginal lips and biting there. Why was this Abdul such a meanie! So brutish!! So crude!
Damn so was Ahmad! She remembered Ahmad smiling at her smoking a bidi while she was hugging her in laws during discharge. Meenakshi blushed crimson and fled of her daughter's room, not realising the diary left on the table itself.
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Caught Red Handed
Meenakshi was combing Malini's hair while they both were watching TV.
Meenakshi : Mali, you are getting thicker day by day, enough of those chips!
Malini : the same can be said about didi!!! But alas! You love her more!
Meenakshi screamed in her mind "ofcoarse I love her more! She is my legitimate daughter! You bi..." She had this stange sadistic hatred towards Malini, because she would always remind her of Ahmad. Being a strict Maharashtrian middle aged mother of two, she wanted to shoo these nasty thoughts away but she often got excited due to sadism. Strange indeed. Right there while combing her younger daughter's hair, she was also cursing her and getting aroused as well! What could be worse!
Malini would often place her lovely face on her mother's buxom thigh and Meenakshi would just wish she could shove her down on the tiles till her heart broke. Somehow these deprived thoughts excited her and she managed to keep all these to herself. Malini Happy with her hair got up and swayed her fat buttocks all the way to her room while her mother kept recollecting some horrible curse words as she looked at Malinis smiley face and then oh! A tiny ant again bit her down there.
Menaka had feelings building inside of her ever since she got acquainted with Amir. She wanted to look sexy for him! To dress sexy for him and what not. Every night she would keep getting strange dreams regarding Adbul bhai or Amir.
One dream was about her getting married to Abdul bhai and treating Amir like her own son. Another one was about getting married to Amir and yet getting fucked by Abdul bhai secretly, and one more about having a newly fond addiction to meat and getting fatter only to make Amir call her Ammi!
Ohhhh she got up from her bed sweating furiously, while still patting her crotch through her nightie. She looked at her side and found Malini sound asleep. Drinking water she got back to her sleep as well. Deep in her mind she had latent feelings towards Abdul bhai but then her brain logged off and she went to to deep slumber.
....
Three days later the vegetables were getting scarse and Meenakshi called to Menaka to get going. Menaka would then hug her buxom mother from behind and tell her about the home delivery system by the local sabziwala. Meenakshi was not however aware of either Abdul or Amir.
Smiling she swayed her plump figure to the kitchen while Menaka typed the number with quickened heartbeats.
The phone was picked by Amir and Menaka placed her order of stuff. After whatsapping the address to Amir, she felt very excited in a way she couldn't explain to herself. Somehow she decided to don a tight red top and a pair of Bermudas. Due to her lavishly thick thighs she was nervous of doning a shorts like Malini. However the Bermudas made an obscene outline of her fat buttocks. She also applied a light pink gloss on her lips! Damn was she waiting for the sabziwala or a damn date!
No! Amir was special. His brutish look, his smell, that ***** cap on his head was already getting her aroused. She was childishly blowing kisses on the mirror when suddenly the doorbell rang and then a huge drum got blowed in her heart somewhere. She swayed her bermuda clad buttocks and reached the door.
The door opened and Amir and Menaka eyed each other for a couple of seconds. Amir kept staring at her buxom figure, her pinkish lips and oh those eyes! The same applied to Menaka who however felt very blushed and redened due to his staring. Damn that brute!
Menaka : (giving money) thanks so much
Amir : that's okay, so do you live alone?
Menaka : not really (a quick peppy smile)
Amir shamelessly kept staring at her robust bermuda clad thighs. Ohh what a strugle to keep them within the material. Amir wished that just one opportunity to bed the girl would be a gift from allah himself. His pants stirred and somehow he managed to go away.
His absence made Menaka get back to her regular self and continue her stuff. While washing the vegetables, she kept thinking about the bulge in the pants before her. She was pretty fascinated and hoped to see more of him in the future.
Unknown to her the brief encounter had been witnessed by Meenakshi secretly just a bit far way. Being a mother she could easily say that her elder daughter had pretty much fallen for the ***** stud out there. Somehow Amir also reminded her of Ahmad in a way.
Her hospital encounters again invaded her mind and this time she blushed harder. She rushed to her room and hugged the pillow harder like teenage girls discovering stuff in excitement. Yes she didn't care about her middle age anymore, nor the status she had right now, she suddenly longed to feel desired, to be touched, to feel existed in the world.
Normally she would go out and meet friends, get into get togethers or just woo younger guys secretly from her office desk. But the lockdown was getting on her nerves, on her head! She looked down on her chubby belly curve within the saree and shook it seductively.
Then she laughed to her silly behavior and took a book, trying hard to read and focus, but oh well the brain would not let go certain thoughts so easily. The absence of something as exciting as The Abdul Shabbo affair took place in her mind and she was once again lost in another memory...
2003 :
Ashok had gone out for a tour and as usual Meenakshi was stuck home with her two daughters. Looking at the opportunity, she left the girls at a playgroup kids class and went off to a strange small cottage within a small ***** slum area. In the cottage was a rogue looking guy, just like Ahmad who then stripped Meenakshi off and began kissing her all over.
The reputed mother behaved like a cheap whore around the man and quickly undressed her saree, blouse and just laid on the cot with her petticoat and bra clad figure. Her head strongly resting on the man's banayan convered chest which reeked of an awful sweaty odour.
The man : oh you cheap city woman!! What makes you sleep with slum dwellers like us?? (Putting a 500 note in her bra)
Meenakshi : sorry! You remind me of another ***** scroundrel! I can't help myself sometimes! (Adjusting her 500 note within the straps like a true whore and smiling back)
The man spanked her petticoat covered ass twice and let her go. She would often scold her daughters not to mix with the slum children and here she was whoring herself without any strong reason only to pleasure herself. She adjusted her saree and left home.
.......
Back to the present, she again smiled at herself and cherished the old times, being thankful to the unknown man that time wearing a condom at least unlike Ahamad the scroundrel.
Taking a huge yawn she took a nap.
Next morning
Menaka had a habit of helping her mother in the kitchen as always with the cooking and all. However this time she had a naughty grin while she was continuously staring at her. Meenakshi got aware of her daughter's staring and smilingly aksed "hmm something in your mind?"
Menaka tightly hugged her from behind and kissed her broad back very sweetly. Meenakshi was a bit moved by this weekend gesture and yet just waited for some dialogue to take place.
Menaka : mom! You always told me we are good friends right?
Meenakshi : yes beta, we are
Menaka : good friends don't peek secretly mommy! (Kissed her fluffy cheek)
Meenakshi skipped a heartbeat, she just gulped her own spit and continued cutting the vegetables. Menaka this time brought her lovely lips next to her mother's ears and softly blew some words "mom! You know about the diary right???".
Meenakshi could feel tiny jerks in her voluptuous body and sweat forming in her forehead as she got confronted with that question. She nervously smiled back at her daughter "oh! Well.... Nothing like that...oh I mean..."
Menaka : it's okay Mom! Did you get turned on???? (Slowly whispered)
Meenakshi was red now, she blushf a nd spanked her daughter on her back and softly said "shut up".
Menaka teased her by singing her favourite hindi song :
"Sard mausam bheega tan hai
Aaj pagal mera Mann hai
Aabhi ja as bhi jaa..."
Meenakshi patted her back again and with crimson red cheeks told her to shut up again, but however her voice went weaker second by second. Menaka gave a sweet laugh and carried on helping her.
Meenakshi had done so many follies in her life that confronting her daughter with such lewd questions was very hard, yet somewhere along the line very arousing too. She bit her lips and continued working.
Menaka had made up her mind to tease her until she admitted the truth. Afterall kinkiness ran in the blood.
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