Romance My experience with love [Completed]

[avsji]

There was so much insanity in my sexual love towards her that even she felt excited. Gabi blushed. She never thought that such a thing was possible even in more open Brazilian setting, let alone in an extremely conservative Indian setting! Ma, on the other hand, was an appreciative audience. She is the kind of person who always sees and finds the best in a person. You must remember that she was a willing partner when father demonstrated how love is made to a woman.

“Yes. Too much of my milk in him. Come here, you imp.”

I walked up to Ma, who lovingly took hold of my penis and caressed it a bit, “I am sorry Gabi beta, I must not touch your husband like this anymore. But I am so proud of my product!”

“It is alright, Ma. I don’t mind at all. And in any case, I am tired.”

“You must eat and become a bit stronger. Our food here is basic, but it is strong. You will get all the right nourishments to make a strong body.” Ma said and squeezed the length of my penis – it did not budge, “Like this.” She added smiling.

Gabi too smiled. It was nasty, and at the same time it was innocent. I am sure Ma knew what she was doing, but her way of doing things was always motherly. To others it might appear sexual, but she was merely checking the goods.

“I am so happy that you both are together. It was my dream to get a Pari (faery) like bahu (daughter-in-law), and I got one!”

Gabi gave a beautiful blush and said, "Ma, I too am so happy to have found you, Dad and my husband. I must thank you for birthing him! And… your love means everything to me. To be honest, I love you way more than I love my own mother."

Ma’s eyes welled up at Gabi’s declaration, "Beta, you are my daughter. Never… not even for one briefest moment, think that you are not my daughter. I am so happy that God gave me you!"

Gabi rose and went to Ma, hugging her. And then overcome with heavy emotions, she started to cry, uncontrollably. Leaning over, Ma started caressing her back and said, "There, there now, don’t cry. It is a very happy occasion for us! We all are together finally. We should not waste all of it crying!"

Gabi managed a sniffled giggle and she looked at Ma with pure love. She said sweetly to her, "I love you Ma!"

Still crying, Ma said softly to her, "And I love you too."

We tried to eat, but Gabi could only take a few bites between crying and sobbing. Ma finally patted her hand and said, "Eat your food, my dear child. That will make your breasts grow!"

Ma intended it to be a joke, and it had a positive effect. Gabi sniffled one last time and then started to giggle. She replied, "But Ma, Amar likes my breasts the way they are. Don’t you, dear husband?"

Smiling back at her I said, "I sure do! More than a mouthful is total wastage."

Ma, being her usual self said hefting her own breasts, "Well, if I go by that logic, then your Dad has a biiiig mouth!"

Leave it to Ma to end things with an embarrassing joke. I sure was going to hear more from her, but I decided to leave the discussion. I had finished my breakfast. So, I decided to take a walk around the village… I could not stay cooped up inside the house all the time. It was nice cold weather outside and a stroll would be great Also, it was important to meet the village people, who had shown so much love, support, and enthusiasm for our wedding.

 

[avsji]

"Ma," Gabi asked playfully, when I left, "you and Dad still make love…" it was not a question; it was simply a statement.

"Yes, we do."

"You both still enjoy it?"

"Yes honey, we do! He loves me a lot, and we too made love last night, when you two were… you know, busy! I think half of the village must have made love last night. It is a kind of an unsaid custom in this area… It is a way for the community to support the newlyweds."

"Ha ha! Ma… you are very naughty!"

"Hey! I may be your mother, but I am not old!"

"Yes Ma! I really wish that you always remain like this. Happy, loving… and young!" Gabi paused for a while and then said, "Ma, you and Dad continue making love just like us… and let us both get pregnant together?"

Gabi was pleasantly excited at that thought and it was obvious. It was almost child-like!

"Ha ha! No, my dear child… it is a nice thought, but no. I am done with bearing a child in my womb! I wanted one daughter, and with God’s grace, I have found a beautiful one!”

“Ma! That is the sweetest thing I have heard!”

“For me, two children are sufficient. ‘Hum do, hamaare do’ (it was an old slogan for population control, translating husband-wife and two children) … It is your turn now! I wish you two to have a couple of children. Don’t worry about their upbringing… I will look after them like a good old grandmother. You can continue with your studies and subsequent professorship, while Amar can continue to grow in his job."

“Ma. You and Dad are very sweet!”

“Ha ha!! I know... and if we won’t support our children, who else will?”

“Ma,” Gabi hesitated, “when you call me your child, I… I feel like…” Gabi stopped mid-sentence. She hesitated, but Ma understood.

“Honey, I have already told you that you can… and you are always welcome to do it… whenever you feel like… without hesitation. Didn’t I?”

“Yes Ma.”

“Do you want to do it now?”

“Yes Ma.”

“Then go ahead.”

“But Ma… it is uncomfortable here.”

“Okay, let’s go to your room then?”

“Yes Ma.”

When Gabi was standing up, she winced. Ma immediately showed her concern, asking Gabi what happened. Gabi shyly smiled.

"I am sore down there, Ma."

“Too much of a first-night?” Ma said and slipped Gabi’s leggings down to inspect the damage. Her vaginal lips were visibly swollen and visibly reddish.

“Awww beta, your myaani (vulva - not a literal translation, but women in India don't usually call their private parts by commonly used names) is really hurt. Wait, let me give you hot water bath to sit in to. It will soothe the swollenness.”

“Oh, please don’t go anywhere, Ma. I will be alright with some rest.” Gabi protested, but Ma was insistent. After much persuasion, Gabi finally was able to stop her for some time.

When they were comfortable seated on our bed, Ma asked, “Did he do it without you being fully ready?”

“Oh no, Ma. It is not like that. Amar really loves me too much… He won’t do anything that could hurt me, either knowingly or unknowingly… But it is just that he is… big for me.” Gabi was still shy. She could not believe that she could talk about all this with her mother-in-law.

“Hmm… well, hot water may help you. Temporarily. I think you will adjust to his size in a few sessions. In the meantime, ask him to lick it for a prolonged time, before and after each session. It helps. It helped me.”

“Ma!” Gabi hid her face behind her palms. Gabi was embarrassed hearing about Ma telling her about her own sex life.

“What Ma? You must learn from my experiences. When I married, I was also very young and small… so, he did all those things to relax me, and reduce pain. It helped. Amar is novice and you must tell him what works best for you… Now come, let me feed my child.”

Gabi smiled and leaned to lie in Ma’s lap. Ma patiently unbuttoned her blouse and let out her breasts. She was not wearing any bra. Ma noticed Gabi noticing it.

“Your Dad removed it last night.”

“Ha ha! Ma… you are amazing… Dad too is! And… you have the most incredible breasts in the whole world!”

“I know... they are your mother’s breasts. That’s why!”

“Ma, you are my Goddess!!”

“Now stop talking and start working.” Ma said tenderly as she offered Gabi her breast. As Gabi took my mother’s nipple in her mouth, both women sighed.

“There… suckle it, my honey. Have your fill.” Ma said to Gabi lovingly, in her most soothing voice.

She lovingly stroked Gabi’s cheeks while she suckled, “The love and respect that you gave me… are giving to me… is unheard of. I yearned for a daughter, and I got you. I feel that our bond is eternal… Drink my baby, drink... have your fill!”

Gabi relaxed sucking Ma’s breasts. While Kajal’s breasts were milk laden and nourishing, Ma’s breasts comforting. Gabi loved the palate of Ma’s nipples in her mouth. She took one of her breasts with her two hands and took the entire areola into her mouth in a child-like playfulness. She also curled up in her lap like a baby.

Ma on the other hand slipped Gabi’s leggings down her legs, making her naked below her waist. Gabi did not mind being naked in front of Ma anymore. She had now started to feel it to be natural. Ma nudged Gabi to part her leg slightly to reveal her pussy-lips. As Gabi suckled, Ma slipped her hand over Gabi’s pussy and pressed gently. A small whimper escaped Gabi’s lips. She was hurt and it pained. But Ma did not let go. She very gently massaged her pussy lips, alternating between the two to soothe the pain. After a few minutes of massaging, Gabi started to feel the pain reduce and started to feel nice.

“Has the pain receded a bit, beta?” Ma asked.

Gabi nodded, not leaving the nipple.

“Gabi, ek minute. (Gabi, give me a moment).” Ma said.

When Gabi left her nipple, Ma proceeded to remove Gabi’s sweatshirt, rendering her completely naked. She shivered in cold but said nothing as she knew Ma won’t let her suffer in any manner. Ma then covered her with her soft, warm shawl, before resuming the feeding.

“Is that better, honey?”

Gabi smiled and nodded, while happily suckling.

 

[avsji]

After about a minute, they heard Dad calling for Ma. Ma replied that they were in my room. Alarmed that Dad will see her in her naked state, Gabi started to leave Ma’s breast and cover herself. But Ma stopped her,

“It is okay honey. Just relax. Relax… it is okay…”

But Gabi was very ashamed, and she could not relax. By that time, she thought of doing something about it, it was too late. Dad was already inside the room. He saw what Ma and Gabi were doing and hesitated for a moment; but then entered the room and sat on the bed near them. While Gabi’s breasts were covered in the shawl, her naked body from below her waist was on display.

“Suniye ji, rasoi se zara nariyal tel le aaiyega. (Honey, please fetch me coconut oil from the kitchen please).” Ma asked him.

So, Dad left the room.

“Ma, Dad saw me naked.” Gabi whispered her complain, ashamed.

“Yes. He did. My daughter is so beautiful. I think it is okay.” Ma soothed her, “I have seen you like this, and you don’t mind being naked in front of me. Why do you mind being naked in front of him? He is your Dad!”

Dad returned after a few moments with the bottle of oil.

“Bitiya bhi doodh peeti hai (Gabi too breastfeeds from you)!” Dad observed the obvious.

“Haan. Kyon ji? Kyon na piye? Meri beti hai. (Yes. Why not? She is my daughter.)”

“Arre bhagyavaan! Maine kuchh kaha? Tumhari beti hai, to meri kya meri beti nahi hai? (What did I say? Yes, she is your daughter… but is she not my daughter?”

“Bilkul hai… lekin doodh to mai hi pila sakti hoon na! (She sure is… but only I can breastfeed her)!”

Ma said and poured a little oil on her palm and applied liberally on Gabi’s vagina. Gabi had to open her legs to allow Ma’s hand. Dad could now see Gabi’s vaginal lips. He too noticed the swollen lips.

“Kya hua? Dard ho raha hai kya? (What happened? Is it aching?)” he asked, with concern in his voice.

Gabi remembered how her father would ask her to be modest and wear at least her panties when she was naked as a child. But Dad did not seem to mind it at all. Of course, she could not tell how he felt about her nakedness. At least he did not react in any obvious manner. Meanwhile Ma started to gently massage Gabi’s pussy.

“Haan. Bitiya ki myaani chhoti si hai na (Yes. Gabi’s vulva is small). Aur tumhare bete ka chhunnu bada sa hai (And your son’s penis is big).”

Ma said with all the sweetness in her voice. Dad only smiled. He was inwardly pleased that I was well endowed.

“Arre, to senkai kar deti na (Oh, then you should have fomented it instead).”

“Kar to deti, lekin aapki beti ko to doodh peena tha… (That I would have done, but your daughter wanted to breastfeed).”

“Achchhi baat hai (It is okay)!” Dad commented, “Doodh pila ke senkaai kar do (Foment it after breastfeeding her).”

“Ji, theek hai. (Yes. I will do it.)”

“Gabi beta, you should try some stretches and pelvic floor exercises. They are helpful.” He said, and then as an afterthought he added, “Also, ask Amar to perform good stimulation on you… when you are, you know, nicely stimulated, the pain may be less.”

Gabi did not say anything, but she a bit reddened with shyness.

“Don’t be shy. I used to do the same to your Ma when we were newly married. Later she also tried stretching her legs, which helped. And, with more intercourse, she got used to.”

“Yes, I told her all that.” Ma chimed in and continued to massage.

Gabi had by now given up on suckling and was somehow able to maintain a straight face, which was very difficult, especially when Dad was around. Ma did not try to hide her breast.

Dad waited for a bit before adding, “Gabi beta, your Ma and I are very happy to have you as our daughter… You know, for the longest time we thought about having another child… but we suppressed that desire so that we could raise Amar properly. We never wanted to compromise on his education and well-being and having another child would have stretched us financially… anyway, I guess, what I am trying to say is that we had always felt that our family was not fully complete… but now, with you, my family is finally complete.”

Dad told Gabi with so much affection that tears formed in his eyes.

“Oh Daddy! I love you so much!” Gabi said and hugged Dad in her strongest embrace. She seemed to have suddenly forgotten all about her being as naked as the day she was born, “I never thought I will be so lucky as to be a part of such a beautiful family like yours. I am so lucky, Daddy… I am so lucky and so honored that you accepted me.”

Dad kissed her forehead and said, “It is us who are lucky! You will live like our daughter… not like our daughter-in-law. I know that life for you has changed… and I promise you that we will do everything to make it easy for you! And, you have all our love.”

“Thank you so much Daddy… thank you so much, Ma.”

Dad kept holding her for some time, kissing Gabi’s forehead many times. He is a very affectionate person, almost the same as Ma. It is just that he does not show his affection in obvious manner. When he finally released her, he said,

“Now go… suckle your Ma.”

Gabi reddened at his blatant suggestion.

“Daddy, are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Ha ha! No. I don’t mind at all. You are our daughter… Aur Is ghar me bachcho ka doodh peena kabhi nahi ruk sakta. (And the children in this household can never stop breastfeeding).” Dad said with great amusement.

“Tumne kabhi band kiya doodh peena mister? (Did you ever stop breastfeeding, mister)?” Ma teased Dad.

At this Gabi burst into laughter. Picturing dad settled in Ma’s lap and suckling her breasts must have been funny for her. Then she settled in to suckling Ma. Dad covered her naked body with the shawl. Dad was embarrassed about his ‘secret’ being leaked.

“Kajal bitiya kahan hai? Savere se dekha nahi. Uski tabiyat to theek hai? (Where is Kajal? I have not seen her since morning. I hope she is OK.)”

Saying that, Dad got up and went out of the room to look for Kajal.

 

[avsji]

When Gabi was done feeding, she disengaged and smiled at Ma.

“Did you like it, honey?” Ma asked.

“Ma! I love you...” Gabi said with immense happiness, and hugged Ma and kissed her on her lips, “I love you... I love you... I LOVE you! ... You are the best mom in the whole wide world! Thank you... Thank you... Thank you... soooo much!!”

“Beta, it is my honor and pleasure to be able to feed my children.” Ma smiled at her and started to button up her blouse. Gabi watched as Ma’s beautiful breasts disappeared in front of her eyes, “And remember, you can suckle whenever you want.”

“Thank you, Ma.”

“Honey, now tell me… Amar does make you happy! Doesn’t he?”

Gabi again turned red, “He indeed does, Ma! He really does! I can’t explain the feeling when he… oh God! I am so ashamed saying this…”

Ma did not say anything but waited. That brief pause told Gabi to continue,

“… but Ma when his penis... when it slides in and out of me! Oh God… that feeling is just great! It sends shivers up and down my spine just thinking about it!” Gabi smiled, “Ma, his penis is so strong… and I must thank you for that!”

“Thank me? Why?”

“Because you breastfed him till his teens.”

“So…?”

“Well, I heard that prolonged breastfeeding may strengthen male organs…”

“Oh, does it? I did not know that. Good! I am very happy to know that you like Amar’s penis too… But does Amar know how to use it? He is a novice after all… he has not much experience… while… you have… some experience?”

Gabi’s face was a bit ashen to realize that Ma somehow knew that she was not a virgin.

“How do you…?”

“…know that you are not a virgin? Simple. Amar told me.” She replied matter of factly.

Gabi’s heart sank further, “Do you mind it Ma?”

“Why will I, my child? First, it does not matter to Amar. Next, it does not matter to me, or to your Dad. You are from a very different culture from ours. I know people in Brazil have way more open attitude towards sexuality than Indians have. So, it does not surprise me that you had sex before you met Amar… and anyway, what you did before meeting Amar, is none of his or our business. What really matters is whether you love him now, and expect to continue loving him?”

“I love him with all my heart. I love him more than I love myself… and I love you and Dad.”

“See? Then what reason do we have to mind anything, my baby?”

“Ma…” Gabi hesitated a bit and then said, “…granted that you are my mom as well… but you are not that older to me.”

“Yes. I know.”

“So, can I sometimes treat you as my friend as well?”

“Sure!” Ma said, and added, “When the daughter is all grown up and is married, she automatically becomes her mother’s friend.”

“Thank you, Ma.” Gabi hugged and kissed Ma.

Ma kissed Gabi’s forehead and said before leaving, “Let me get some warm water for you to soothe your pain.”

“Ma, please don’t go. That won’t be necessary. Your massage has reduced the pain considerably… and… as you can see, I am again wet!”

“Oooohh! Yes, wet and ready… should I find Amar then?”

“Ha ha! Ma you are naughty.”

“What naughty? In our shashtras, it is recommended that a woman, who is eager to have sex, must be granted her wish.”

“I don’t think, I want it now… and anyway, I got all wet because of your massage.”

“If you want, I can massage your myaani every day…”

“I would not mind your loving touch a little bit more…” Gabi said, still shy despite witnessing and participating in so much openness.

“Sure,” Ma said, poured some more oil in her palm and started to massage her vaginal lips, this time a bit more thoroughly.

She added, “It is very beautiful, beta.” She gently teased open the inside folds of her vulva, so that they were on display, albeit temporarily, “Just like rose petals… delicate… Amar is very lucky.”

Ma said and gently inserted her forefinger inside her. Gabi bit her lip; on reflex, her vaginal tunnel strongly gripped the slim length of Ma’s finger. Ma was surprised.

“Teri myaani to wakai bahut chhoti hai, beta (Your vulva is really small)! Iski jhirri to lambi hai, lekin chhed chhota sa hai (While the slit of the lips is long, the hole is small). Kaise leti hai tu usko andar (How do you take his penis in)?!" Ma exclaimed, while continuing massaging her lips from both the inside and the outside. It relaxed her and excited her. Pain was almost nonexistent after some time. Finally, Gabi achieved a minor orgasm. Ma knew it and smiled.

“Thank you, Ma.”

“Anytime beta! But you must have sex whenever it is possible for you. It may help you adjust to his size. And you can really afford loosening it a bit! Ha ha ha!”

“Ma, how are you… erm… down there?”

“You have already seen it.”

“Yes, but not the way you have seen me.”

So, Ma allowed Gabi to lift her saree and petticoat and see my birthplace once again. Ma never wore any panties when she wore saree. Gabi was a bit skeptical of the rural process of vaginal hair removal, therefore, Ma volunteered to undergo it first. As a result, both Ma and Gabi were completely hairless down there. Gabi touched her.

“Ma, your lips are soft.”

“You like it?”

“Yes Ma. I love it… It is my husband’s birthplace… it is beautiful and sacred!” she said and kissed her vagina. Ma smiled.

“Ma,” Gabi added, “say, just for today, all of us stay naked?”

“In this cold?!”

“Hmmm at least we all can sleep together… naked?”

“We will see… we will see”

 

[Chetan11]

When Gabi was done feeding, she disengaged and smiled at Ma.

“Did you like it, honey?” Ma asked.

“Ma! I love you...” Gabi said with immense happiness, and hugged Ma and kissed her on her lips, “I love you... I love you... I LOVE you! ... You are the best mom in the whole wide world! Thank you... Thank you... Thank you... soooo much!!”

“Beta, it is my honor and pleasure to be able to feed my children.” Ma smiled at her and started to button up her blouse. Gabi watched as Ma’s beautiful breasts disappeared in front of her eyes, “And remember, you can suckle whenever you want.”

“Thank you, Ma.”

“Honey, now tell me… Amar does make you happy! Doesn’t he?”

Gabi again turned red, “He indeed does, Ma! He really does! I can’t explain the feeling when he… oh God! I am so ashamed saying this…”

Ma did not say anything but waited. That brief pause told Gabi to continue,

“… but Ma when his penis... when it slides in and out of me! Oh God… that feeling is just great! It sends shivers up and down my spine just thinking about it!” Gabi smiled, “Ma, his penis is so strong… and I must thank you for that!”

“Thank me? Why?”

“Because you breastfed him till his teens.”

“So…?”

“Well, I heard that prolonged breastfeeding may strengthen male organs…”

“Oh, does it? I did not know that. Good! I am very happy to know that you like Amar’s penis too… But does Amar know how to use it? He is a novice after all… he has not much experience… while… you have… some experience?”

Gabi’s face was a bit ashen to realize that Ma somehow knew that she was not a virgin.

“How do you…?”

“…know that you are not a virgin? Simple. Amar told me.” She replied matter of factly.

Gabi’s heart sank further, “Do you mind it Ma?”

“Why will I, my child? First, it does not matter to Amar. Next, it does not matter to me, or to your Dad. You are from a very different culture from ours. I know people in Brazil have way more open attitude towards sexuality than Indians have. So, it does not surprise me that you had sex before you met Amar… and anyway, what you did before meeting Amar, is none of his or our business. What really matters is whether you love him now, and expect to continue loving him?”

“I love him with all my heart. I love him more than I love myself… and I love you and Dad.”

“See? Then what reason do we have to mind anything, my baby?”

“Ma…” Gabi hesitated a bit and then said, “…granted that you are my mom as well… but you are not that older to me.”

“Yes. I know.”

“So, can I sometimes treat you as my friend as well?”

“Sure!” Ma said, and added, “When the daughter is all grown up and is married, she automatically becomes her mother’s friend.”

“Thank you, Ma.” Gabi hugged and kissed Ma.

Ma kissed Gabi’s forehead and said before leaving, “Let me get some warm water for you to soothe your pain.”

“Ma, please don’t go. That won’t be necessary. Your massage has reduced the pain considerably… and… as you can see, I am again wet!”

“Oooohh! Yes, wet and ready… should I find Amar then?”

“Ha ha! Ma you are naughty.”

“What naughty? In our shashtras, it is recommended that a woman, who is eager to have sex, must be granted her wish.”

“I don’t think, I want it now… and anyway, I got all wet because of your massage.”

“If you want, I can massage your myaani every day…”

“I would not mind your loving touch a little bit more…” Gabi said, still shy despite witnessing and participating in so much openness.

“Sure,” Ma said, poured some more oil in her palm and started to massage her vaginal lips, this time a bit more thoroughly.

She added, “It is very beautiful, beta.” She gently teased open the inside folds of her vulva, so that they were on display, albeit temporarily, “Just like rose petals… delicate… Amar is very lucky.”

Ma said and gently inserted her forefinger inside her. Gabi bit her lip; on reflex, her vaginal tunnel strongly gripped the slim length of Ma’s finger. Ma was surprised.

“Teri myaani to wakai bahut chhoti hai, beta (Your vulva is really small)! Iski jhirri to lambi hai, lekin chhed chhota sa hai (While the slit of the lips is long, the hole is small). Kaise leti hai tu usko andar (How do you take his penis in)?!" Ma exclaimed, while continuing massaging her lips from both the inside and the outside. It relaxed her and excited her. Pain was almost nonexistent after some time. Finally, Gabi achieved a minor orgasm. Ma knew it and smiled.

“Thank you, Ma.”

“Anytime beta! But you must have sex whenever it is possible for you. It may help you adjust to his size. And you can really afford loosening it a bit! Ha ha ha!”

“Ma, how are you… erm… down there?”

“You have already seen it.”

“Yes, but not the way you have seen me.”

So, Ma allowed Gabi to lift her saree and petticoat and see my birthplace once again. Ma never wore any panties when she wore saree. Gabi was a bit skeptical of the rural process of vaginal hair removal, therefore, Ma volunteered to undergo it first. As a result, both Ma and Gabi were completely hairless down there. Gabi touched her.

“Ma, your lips are soft.”

“You like it?”

“Yes Ma. I love it… It is my husband’s birthplace… it is beautiful and sacred!” she said and kissed her vagina. Ma smiled.

“Ma,” Gabi added, “say, just for today, all of us stay naked?”

“In this cold?!”

“Hmmm at least we all can sleep together… naked?”

“We will see… we will see”

After about a minute, they heard Dad calling for Ma. Ma replied that they were in my room. Alarmed that Dad will see her in her naked state, Gabi started to leave Ma’s breast and cover herself. But Ma stopped her,

“It is okay honey. Just relax. Relax… it is okay…”

But Gabi was very ashamed, and she could not relax. By that time, she thought of doing something about it, it was too late. Dad was already inside the room. He saw what Ma and Gabi were doing and hesitated for a moment; but then entered the room and sat on the bed near them. While Gabi’s breasts were covered in the shawl, her naked body from below her waist was on display.

“Suniye ji, rasoi se zara nariyal tel le aaiyega. (Honey, please fetch me coconut oil from the kitchen please).” Ma asked him.

So, Dad left the room.

“Ma, Dad saw me naked.” Gabi whispered her complain, ashamed.

“Yes. He did. My daughter is so beautiful. I think it is okay.” Ma soothed her, “I have seen you like this, and you don’t mind being naked in front of me. Why do you mind being naked in front of him? He is your Dad!”

Dad returned after a few moments with the bottle of oil.

“Bitiya bhi doodh peeti hai (Gabi too breastfeeds from you)!” Dad observed the obvious.

“Haan. Kyon ji? Kyon na piye? Meri beti hai. (Yes. Why not? She is my daughter.)”

“Arre bhagyavaan! Maine kuchh kaha? Tumhari beti hai, to meri kya meri beti nahi hai? (What did I say? Yes, she is your daughter… but is she not my daughter?”

“Bilkul hai… lekin doodh to mai hi pila sakti hoon na! (She sure is… but only I can breastfeed her)!”

Ma said and poured a little oil on her palm and applied liberally on Gabi’s vagina. Gabi had to open her legs to allow Ma’s hand. Dad could now see Gabi’s vaginal lips. He too noticed the swollen lips.

“Kya hua? Dard ho raha hai kya? (What happened? Is it aching?)” he asked, with concern in his voice.

Gabi remembered how her father would ask her to be modest and wear at least her panties when she was naked as a child. But Dad did not seem to mind it at all. Of course, she could not tell how he felt about her nakedness. At least he did not react in any obvious manner. Meanwhile Ma started to gently massage Gabi’s pussy.

“Haan. Bitiya ki myaani chhoti si hai na (Yes. Gabi’s vulva is small). Aur tumhare bete ka chhunnu bada sa hai (And your son’s penis is big).”

Ma said with all the sweetness in her voice. Dad only smiled. He was inwardly pleased that I was well endowed.

“Arre, to senkai kar deti na (Oh, then you should have fomented it instead).”

“Kar to deti, lekin aapki beti ko to doodh peena tha… (That I would have done, but your daughter wanted to breastfeed).”

“Achchhi baat hai (It is okay)!” Dad commented, “Doodh pila ke senkaai kar do (Foment it after breastfeeding her).”

“Ji, theek hai. (Yes. I will do it.)”

“Gabi beta, you should try some stretches and pelvic floor exercises. They are helpful.” He said, and then as an afterthought he added, “Also, ask Amar to perform good stimulation on you… when you are, you know, nicely stimulated, the pain may be less.”

Gabi did not say anything, but she a bit reddened with shyness.

“Don’t be shy. I used to do the same to your Ma when we were newly married. Later she also tried stretching her legs, which helped. And, with more intercourse, she got used to.”

“Yes, I told her all that.” Ma chimed in and continued to massage.

Gabi had by now given up on suckling and was somehow able to maintain a straight face, which was very difficult, especially when Dad was around. Ma did not try to hide her breast.

Dad waited for a bit before adding, “Gabi beta, your Ma and I are very happy to have you as our daughter… You know, for the longest time we thought about having another child… but we suppressed that desire so that we could raise Amar properly. We never wanted to compromise on his education and well-being and having another child would have stretched us financially… anyway, I guess, what I am trying to say is that we had always felt that our family was not fully complete… but now, with you, my family is finally complete.”

Dad told Gabi with so much affection that tears formed in his eyes.

“Oh Daddy! I love you so much!” Gabi said and hugged Dad in her strongest embrace. She seemed to have suddenly forgotten all about her being as naked as the day she was born, “I never thought I will be so lucky as to be a part of such a beautiful family like yours. I am so lucky, Daddy… I am so lucky and so honored that you accepted me.”

Dad kissed her forehead and said, “It is us who are lucky! You will live like our daughter… not like our daughter-in-law. I know that life for you has changed… and I promise you that we will do everything to make it easy for you! And, you have all our love.”

“Thank you so much Daddy… thank you so much, Ma.”

Dad kept holding her for some time, kissing Gabi’s forehead many times. He is a very affectionate person, almost the same as Ma. It is just that he does not show his affection in obvious manner. When he finally released her, he said,

“Now go… suckle your Ma.”

Gabi reddened at his blatant suggestion.

“Daddy, are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Ha ha! No. I don’t mind at all. You are our daughter… Aur Is ghar me bachcho ka doodh peena kabhi nahi ruk sakta. (And the children in this household can never stop breastfeeding).” Dad said with great amusement.

“Tumne kabhi band kiya doodh peena mister? (Did you ever stop breastfeeding, mister)?” Ma teased Dad.

At this Gabi burst into laughter. Picturing dad settled in Ma’s lap and suckling her breasts must have been funny for her. Then she settled in to suckling Ma. Dad covered her naked body with the shawl. Dad was embarrassed about his ‘secret’ being leaked.

“Kajal bitiya kahan hai? Savere se dekha nahi. Uski tabiyat to theek hai? (Where is Kajal? I have not seen her since morning. I hope she is OK.)”

Saying that, Dad got up and went out of the room to look for Kajal.

When Gabi was done feeding, she disengaged and smiled at Ma.

“Did you like it, honey?” Ma asked.

“Ma! I love you...” Gabi said with immense happiness, and hugged Ma and kissed her on her lips, “I love you... I love you... I LOVE you! ... You are the best mom in the whole wide world! Thank you... Thank you... Thank you... soooo much!!”

“Beta, it is my honor and pleasure to be able to feed my children.” Ma smiled at her and started to button up her blouse. Gabi watched as Ma’s beautiful breasts disappeared in front of her eyes, “And remember, you can suckle whenever you want.”

“Thank you, Ma.”

“Honey, now tell me… Amar does make you happy! Doesn’t he?”

Gabi again turned red, “He indeed does, Ma! He really does! I can’t explain the feeling when he… oh God! I am so ashamed saying this…”

Ma did not say anything but waited. That brief pause told Gabi to continue,

“… but Ma when his penis... when it slides in and out of me! Oh God… that feeling is just great! It sends shivers up and down my spine just thinking about it!” Gabi smiled, “Ma, his penis is so strong… and I must thank you for that!”

“Thank me? Why?”

“Because you breastfed him till his teens.”

“So…?”

“Well, I heard that prolonged breastfeeding may strengthen male organs…”

“Oh, does it? I did not know that. Good! I am very happy to know that you like Amar’s penis too… But does Amar know how to use it? He is a novice after all… he has not much experience… while… you have… some experience?”

Gabi’s face was a bit ashen to realize that Ma somehow knew that she was not a virgin.

“How do you…?”

“…know that you are not a virgin? Simple. Amar told me.” She replied matter of factly.

Gabi’s heart sank further, “Do you mind it Ma?”

“Why will I, my child? First, it does not matter to Amar. Next, it does not matter to me, or to your Dad. You are from a very different culture from ours. I know people in Brazil have way more open attitude towards sexuality than Indians have. So, it does not surprise me that you had sex before you met Amar… and anyway, what you did before meeting Amar, is none of his or our business. What really matters is whether you love him now, and expect to continue loving him?”

“I love him with all my heart. I love him more than I love myself… and I love you and Dad.”

“See? Then what reason do we have to mind anything, my baby?”

“Ma…” Gabi hesitated a bit and then said, “…granted that you are my mom as well… but you are not that older to me.”

“Yes. I know.”

“So, can I sometimes treat you as my friend as well?”

“Sure!” Ma said, and added, “When the daughter is all grown up and is married, she automatically becomes her mother’s friend.”

“Thank you, Ma.” Gabi hugged and kissed Ma.

Ma kissed Gabi’s forehead and said before leaving, “Let me get some warm water for you to soothe your pain.”

“Ma, please don’t go. That won’t be necessary. Your massage has reduced the pain considerably… and… as you can see, I am again wet!”

“Oooohh! Yes, wet and ready… should I find Amar then?”

“Ha ha! Ma you are naughty.”

“What naughty? In our shashtras, it is recommended that a woman, who is eager to have sex, must be granted her wish.”

“I don’t think, I want it now… and anyway, I got all wet because of your massage.”

“If you want, I can massage your myaani every day…”

“I would not mind your loving touch a little bit more…” Gabi said, still shy despite witnessing and participating in so much openness.

“Sure,” Ma said, poured some more oil in her palm and started to massage her vaginal lips, this time a bit more thoroughly.

She added, “It is very beautiful, beta.” She gently teased open the inside folds of her vulva, so that they were on display, albeit temporarily, “Just like rose petals… delicate… Amar is very lucky.”

Ma said and gently inserted her forefinger inside her. Gabi bit her lip; on reflex, her vaginal tunnel strongly gripped the slim length of Ma’s finger. Ma was surprised.

“Teri myaani to wakai bahut chhoti hai, beta (Your vulva is really small)! Iski jhirri to lambi hai, lekin chhed chhota sa hai (While the slit of the lips is long, the hole is small). Kaise leti hai tu usko andar (How do you take his penis in)?!" Ma exclaimed, while continuing massaging her lips from both the inside and the outside. It relaxed her and excited her. Pain was almost nonexistent after some time. Finally, Gabi achieved a minor orgasm. Ma knew it and smiled.

“Thank you, Ma.”

“Anytime beta! But you must have sex whenever it is possible for you. It may help you adjust to his size. And you can really afford loosening it a bit! Ha ha ha!”

“Ma, how are you… erm… down there?”

“You have already seen it.”

“Yes, but not the way you have seen me.”

So, Ma allowed Gabi to lift her saree and petticoat and see my birthplace once again. Ma never wore any panties when she wore saree. Gabi was a bit skeptical of the rural process of vaginal hair removal, therefore, Ma volunteered to undergo it first. As a result, both Ma and Gabi were completely hairless down there. Gabi touched her.

“Ma, your lips are soft.”

“You like it?”

“Yes Ma. I love it… It is my husband’s birthplace… it is beautiful and sacred!” she said and kissed her vagina. Ma smiled.

“Ma,” Gabi added, “say, just for today, all of us stay naked?”

“In this cold?!”

“Hmmm at least we all can sleep together… naked?”

“We will see… we will see”

Bro ye to kamaal kar diya. What a great update. Thanks a ton and now anticipation has again increased many fold for the next update. Take your time but continue this gem. Waiting for Kajal’a intro into the family and Sunil’s antics with Maa.

 

[avsji]

Bro ye to kamaal kar diya. What a great update. Thanks a ton and now anticipation has again increased many fold for the next update. Take your time but continue this gem. Waiting for Kajal’a intro into the family and Sunil’s antics with Maa.

This story, really is based on a real life experience of a close friend.
I have only changed their names, and hidden the names of the place.. but most of the incidents are real (or at least I think so).
Therefore, some of your expectations can not be met. But thanks for liking the story.

 

[avsji]

It was great fun to have a long stroll in the village. I was there after many years, so it was good to catch up with everyone - old acquaintances, friends, and well-wishers. I had spent some years of my early life in my village, so I did not know many people there. But apparently everyone knew me. It was not very surprising because I had married a ‘gori’ woman. I met some of my childhood friends, who were all married four to six years before me and were now parents to at least two children. They seemed happy with their lives - they had their trades: mostly agriculture and supporting wives.

Life in rural setting is relatively uncomplicated. It is also surprisingly unencumbered. We, the city dwellers are more weighed down by our propriety. The rural people, although traditional, do not carry as much weight of being proper. I met a few bhabhis for tea, and they curiously asked about my life and even married life, which was less than a day old. Despite meeting me for the first time, they were very open and jovial in nature. They teased me in the way the bhabhis and devars tease each other – borderline risqué. Some of their teasing had allusions to me having sex with Gabi such that she understands how strong Indian men are! Also, they did not show any qualms in breastfeeding their children in front of me. This requires unbuttoning of blouse, and alternating the babies between the two breasts, which would increase the chance of exposing their breasts to me. At times I thought that they might even have deliberately exposed themselves to me.

Their attitude towards child rearing is also more carefree. In cities, we behave as if children are the center of our universe… as if they have accomplished something amazing by just being born! City dwelling parents behave as if they owe their life to their children. In my village, their attitude was that the nature takes care of all the people. Children are no different. They grow together with the other children of their own age, and they have parents of same age to look after them. They say that it takes a village to raise a child, which is naturally witnessed in rural setting. Overall, it was fun stroll in the village, and I could not wait to bring Gabi with me for the next one.

When I returned from my walk, I saw that Dad, Ma, Kajal and Gabi all were sitting together, enjoying tea. Tea before lunch is a bit unknown to me, but life here was so relaxed that it seemed okay to break those rules occasionally. Dad and Ma were telling them stories about their life and this village, interspersed with some of the most embarrassing stories about my childhood that only parents could tell. Things like how my penis got caught between big books once, how it used to get erect while I suckled her, how she used to play with it, how I roamed naked in the house, even when I was a teenage boy, how I used to apply soap on my buttocks and slide across the wet roof during the rains, and how she and Dad ‘taught’ me about making love, etc. Ladies laughed at my expense. They also shared stories about this house, Dad’s upbringing, Dad and Ma’s wedding, how different this house was then from now… etc.

“I came to this house when I was only fourteen! Newly married. I had no idea of how to behave. I knew nothing of housework. I was just a jaunty, carefree girl! But my mother-in-law was such a great lady. She always treated me as her own flesh and blood and let me grow in our marriage. I think, a lot of what we have now, if mostly because of her.”

Dad was visibly pleased and proud to hear such good words about his mother. But he decided to play it a bit down.

“Yes, yes… she loved you, and only you. And she was particularly harsh on me. She used to threaten me by saying, ‘If you hurt my Bahu, I will beat you’.”

“O ho ho ho!” Ma teased him, “And what was wrong in that? You started to torment me from the moment I came to this house.”

I was shocked. So was Gabi. We can not imagine that Dad could torment anyone, much less, Ma. He was such a gentle soul, who only tried to help others whenever possible. I never saw him even speaking with others loudly. And he loved Ma so much. Therefore, tormenting her was impossible.

“I tormented you? Whenever did I do that?” Dad too was confused.

“Achchha ji. Bahut bhole ban rahe ho abhi (How innocent you are play acting now). Gabi beta, Kajal beta, my vidaai (the send-off ceremony following wedding) was in the morning and we reached here just before afternoon… and your Dad, my bhole raam, stripped me off my choli the very first time we got alone… in the daytime itself.”

“Oh, that!” Dad was so relieved hearing that, “Tell me Gabi beta, Kajal beta, how does stripping one’s newly wedded bride off her choli amount to tormenting her?”

“Ma ji, I don’t see anything wrong with that.” Kajal too chimed in, smiling at the banter that was flying between Ma and Dad.

“No? But I was so young!” Ma countered, “How can one do it to a girl?”

“I agree with Ma! Daddy…” Gabi too joined in, taking Ma’s side, “why did you remove Ma’s choli?” while smiling ear to ear.

“Gabi beta, you can not side your Ma on this… tell me, why does Amar remove your choli?” Dad answered evenly, “of course to love his wife’s breasts! I too did to love my wife’s breasts…”

Gabi reddened at Dad’s admission. She also remembered that he had seen her fully naked just about an hour ago.

“Ma, I don’t know why you would complain.” I also added my two cents, “It is only natural that a husband would like to kiss and suck his wife’s breasts.”

“Yeah! Men and their fixation with breasts!” Ma said.

“Ma… not only men… not only men.” I corrected, hinting to Ma that Gabi too loves her breasts.

“Arre, Gabi to meri bitiya hai (Gabi is my daughter).” Ma said sweetly, briefly hugging her.

“And I am your son.”

“And I am your husband.” Dad has been a bit more forthcoming today about his intimate life.

“Your Daddy suckled his mother till he was sixteen!” Ma revealed to us, teasing him a bit.

“Did she have milk for that long?” Kajal had genuine curiosity.

“Yes, I did… and soon after, I got you.” Dad accepted and added a bit of new information for us to digest.

“I don’t know… I don’t know whether she had enough milk that long.” Ma said answering Kajal’s question, “I don’t think it was possible… but talking about myself, I produced some milk till Amar was about ten, and nothing after that. But he, like his Dad, continued till he was about fourteen or fifteen…” I nodded to confirm what Ma said, “So, I think that his breastfeeding tendency came from his father.”

“Doodh to tumhaare main abhi bhi karta hoon jaan-e-man (I still suckle your breasts, my darling).” Dad said leeringly, while reaching for Ma’s breast.

Ma swatted his hand away, “Not in front of the children, you shameless man!”

“It is okay, Ma ji! We won’t mind. Let Dad enjoy suckling your wonderful breasts!” Kajal and Gabi said in unison, smiling and half laughing at their carefree and loving banter.

“Don’t worry. He enjoys doing that every day!” Ma said.

But Dad was chuffed at getting this kind of support from us. Ma was wearing a cardigan sweater. He started to tentatively unbutton it. Curiously, Ma did not stop him this time.

 

[avsji]

“When we married, your Ma’s breasts were small… but they were very beautiful. Throughout the wedding rituals, I kept wondering how they would look like… how she would look like…” he seemed to be in a trance, as if that old scene were playing in front of him, “…I mean wedding rituals are all fine… but when one is getting a bride… as beautiful as your Ma,” by that time all buttons of Ma’s cardigan were undone, “who would think about rituals?”

Ma by now had started to give an affectionate smile; she knew she would not be able to stop what was happening. She loved Dad very much and was ready to give him her love in any form and at any time. That is how she was raised from childhood. More than that, she always welcomed his love and his advances.

“But who can blame me for behaving in such a manner? And why?” Dad continued, unbuttoning her blouse, “I was only twenty and my hormones were raging.” Three buttons down, two more to go, “Do you know… I had never seen her before. In those days, the bride and groom used to meet for the first time in the wedding mandap,” … now all the buttons were undone, and Ma’s beautiful breasts were out on display.

Kajal gawked at the unbelievingly erotic scene that was unfolding in front of her eyes. It could have been unbelievable for her, but perhaps not so much. She had already seen us behaving with each other that was so different from what we know as ‘usual’ families. Readers might be forgiven for thinking that my family was creepy… The truth is that we were a very open and loving family.

“What else could I do when I got alone with her for the first time? I had to strip her off her choli and suckle these beautiful and tasty breasts.” he said and took one of her nipples in his mouth. Ma lovingly held his head: her fingers nestled in his thick hair.

Although a bit unfamiliar, it was a beautiful scene. That was the first time I realized how handsome my Dad and how beautiful my Ma were! I had witnessed their intimacy many years after they ‘educated’ me.

Ma closed her eyes in pleasure. In no time, her nipples responded to Dad’s touch and were erect! Dad eagerly and earnestly removed Ma’s blouse and she was now naked waist up. In her wanton pleasure, Ma somehow opened her eyes and looked at the audience. With her eyes, she signaled us to scamper. All three of us shook our heads in ‘no’. Ma sighed and closed her eyes again. The hotness of their passion was palpable.

“And I did not only strip you off your choli. You were the first girl who I saw completely naked.” Dad huffed between suckling and pulling her saree pleats from inside her petticoat.

‘How did things become so hot, so quickly?’ I wondered. I am not sure how everyone else thought about it.

We were transfixed. Dad’s passion had gone out of hand, and he was now stripping Ma with carefree abandon. He was suckling and kissing her chest passionately. Ma was also hot. A few things that I only imagined, were now unfolding for real. Children, especially, Indian children do not think of their parents as sexual beings and feel icky when that fact is even suggested. But the very fact that we are so populous, is the manifestation of one simple fact - that our parents have had a lot of sex! I had a more liberal take on my parents’ sexuality because I had witnessed them in one such occasion and understood that my parents had an active sex life. But seeing this happening at such proximity, when I knew the nitty gritty of marital sex, was something else. I did not know how to react. One part of my reasonable mind suggested that we let them be, while the other part persuaded to stay and see. Perhaps, they also wanted us to see.

While Dad was pulling her petticoat down, Ma said in unsteady voice, “Kuchh to sharam karo (Have some shame) … bachche dekh rahe hain (The children are watching us) …”

She was too excited, and too powerless to stop it.

“Arre bachchon se kya sharam karna (Why should I be shy in front of children)? Ye bachche bhi to din raat yahi kar rahe hain (They too are doing the same thing day in and day out).”

Dad said and he slipped Ma’s petticoat over her buttocks. In the next few seconds, Ma was as naked as the day she was born. It was amazing! Of course, I had seen Ma as naked as that for the first time in my life. Of course, Dad, Gabi and Kajal had already seen her naked on earlier occasions. But for me, it was a completely new experience. Ma looked almost the same as Kajal’s, only a bit fairer, and her lips were thicker and more prominent. There was no hiding the fact that Ma was super excited. We all could see the little glistening of her vaginal juices on her vaginal lips.

‘Wow!’ I thought.

Next, he started to undo his pajamas. I never thought that Dad could be so eager to strip naked in front of two other women. Perhaps, he was eager to do it because of two other women! Soon, he was standing there in his undies and fully clothed above that. We could see his erection straining against his underwear.

“Poora,” Ma huffed, “poora utaaro (Strip fully naked) …”

So, Dad got busy stripping, and while he was busy doing that, Gabi reached and gently tickled Ma’s clitoris. I don’t know what she was thinking. Perhaps she thought that since Ma could touch her there, she too could do it for her. Ma’s clitoris was engorged with excitement and was poking out of its hood. Gabi pinched it. Ma’s whole body jolted as if she was shocked by electricity.

“S..sh…shaitaan bachchi (mischievous girl)!” Ma moaned, “You… you can not t…tease your mother like this…”

 

[avsji]

By that time, Dad had divested of all his clothes except for his undies. His penis was forcefully pushing against the loose fabric. One could see that he too was fully ready. He undid the string of his janghiya (undergarment) and let loose his eager manhood.

I internally smiled when I saw his penis. Without any doubt I was at least one good inch longer and one good inch thicker in girth than Dad. Just a few years ago, his penis frightened me. But now, he might as well be envious of my size. I guess, all women by now had realized this fact. But it was not about me. It was about my parents.

He opened her thighs wide and positioning himself between them. I guess old people certainly lack the finesse of lovemaking. Being exposed to pornographic material, we youngsters were more in to foreplay and prolonging the intercourse. While I take a long time before I copulate, Dad plunged his penis inside Ma as soon as he was out of her undergarment. Perhaps this was new to her as well. Her vaginal defenses yielded unexpectedly, and she almost screamed,

“Dheere… dheere… (slowly… slowly).” she requested.

But Dad was not in a mood to play soft. He plunged in deep. Ma felt Dad’s warm body against hers, his soft breath against her ear and his firm penis inside her vagina.

“Mar gai baba (I am dead) …”

Agreed that those who were engaged in an explicit sex before us were my parents, I will concede that its effect was too much for me. I was beyond excited watching my parents have sex live in front of us. I would be lying if I claim that this whole erotic scene did not affect us in sexual manner. It was way too easy for me to get excited in my early twenties – I used to get erection at the drop of the hat. So, I was ready. But I could not bring myself to have sex with Gabi. One reason was that Kajal was also there, and she would feel left out and miserable, had we too started having sex. And the second reason was that Gabi was sore from all the attention that she received since we started our marital lovemaking. So, I thought, I will skip the desert for now.

Ma pulled Dad towards herself and whispered, “I love you.”

Dad was chuffed! He had an audience, and a willing partner to live this erotic fantasy. He thrust himself into Ma deeper and faster, building up a wholesome rhythm. He looked at Ma and admired how lovely she looked naked! Ma’s breasts bounced erotically in rhythm to his thrusts. Both of their breathing became labored as they built up to the crescendo. Ma instinctively raised her knees to allow deeper penetration, eventually wrapping her legs around him, drawing him deeper into her.

“I love you too.” Dad responded, as seductively as possible.

Ma let out a satisfactory sigh, reached her hand down to Dad’s testicles, squeezing them lovingly, as he continued to fuck her. In today’s public lovemaking, she was an equally willing partner to Dad. They continued for just a couple of more minutes before both were ready to orgasm. Over years they had developed a perfect synchronism in their physical intimacy and now both could reach climax together. She expertly caressed Dad’s testicles at the same time kissing him, thrusting her hips to match his own thrusts. We all could see how wet she was! Amazing to see your own parents enjoying the forbidden fruit that created you!

I will be brutally honest with you all. I did feel a bit of disappointment in how Dad made love to Ma. It did not seem to last even three minutes and there was no foreplay. Yes, it was passionate. And yes, it was full of wanton love as well. But then, who was I to pass any judgement? If Ma enjoyed it, then I guess, Dad’s technique was alright. Not every woman wants to be fucked for hours! Real life is not like a pornography.

My own train of thought was broken by Dad’s satisfied grunts as he ejaculated inside her. With each squirt, he thrusted deeper, trying to deposit more and more of his seeds inside her. After six to eight thrusts, there was nothing more left in him to deposit. Finally, he collapsed on to Ma, as lovingly hugged him and kissed him all over his face.

“Thank you, my love,” she said in between the kisses, “this one was intense!”

‘Intense?’, I thought, ‘Hardly! They should see what Gabi and I do. What Kajal and I did. That is intense. Ma was still in her mid-thirties, and she had the vitality of a fertile, young woman. If she was satisfied with that performance, there must be a lot more to marital bliss than just sex. Without doubt, Dad and Ma were very deeply in love. Both sacrificed a lot for each other and after my arrival, for me. I became their common love, and they did everything to make me succeed. Whatever I was now, was only because of them.

But then suddenly, a thought flashed in my mind.

‘When Dad deposits his load in Ma, why does she not get pregnant?’

Dad kissed one of Ma’s nipples.

“I never thought I would be doing this…”

“What?”

“Loving you, in front of our children…”

Ma smiled.

“It is okay. They are our children… so it is okay.”

I was amazed how they considered all of us as their children. For them Kajal too was their own child. Kajal was just a couple of years younger than Ma, for chrissake! Many of my readers will find this extremely odd. But that is how my parents are. Loving. Affectionate. Soft-hearted. Gentle souls.

“Did you understand,” Ma finally addressed us directly, “this is how we made you… our love made you… all of you… yeah, you too Kajal. You too are my daughter. Not for a moment should you think that you are not one of my family. You are an integral part. I promised you that I will protect you. This is how I can do that best!”

Kajal, being the emotional soul that she is like the rest of us, was overcome with emotions, and started to sob as Ma’s declaration.

“Oh Ma ji… Ma ji…” she said repeatedly as she rushed to hug her.

Ma kissed her, “Never for even one moment, okay honey?”

“Never!” Kajal said and buried her face in Ma’s chest not caring about any of us.

Dad disengaged from Ma, as there was not enough room for the three of them, and looked at us,

“And you two, please treat Kajal as your own.”

“That we do, Daddy!”

“They do Pita ji,” Kajal said at the same time, “I don’t know my relationship with them, but I know that they are mine.”



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Later that day, I asked Dad about my genuine concern. He told me that he underwent nasbandi (vasectomy) during the sterilization program of the 1970's. His decision resulted mainly from economic prudence, as he wanted to give me the best of his resources to make me an able, young man. He told me that he was extremely proud of me and my achievements and blessed me several continued successes in future as well. He also made me promise him that I would help at least one poor family in my life so that someone else too can achieve what I achieved. I promised him that I will do that and hopefully in our ancestral village. He was extremely happy hearing that!

 

[avsji]

Near the noon, Ma asked me and Gabi to take a bath. We were smelling sex, is how she complained. But since the weather was cold, I wanted to find an excuse to skip taking bath. But then Ma said that it was important to be clean, otherwise it could cause infection - more possibly in Gabi. She was clearly referring to infection in our genitalia. Now that is something that I did not want. There was a little problem, however. To take bath, one needed to go outside of the house. A few years earlier, women used to take bath inside of the house, in the courtyard. So, it was decided that I will go out, whereas Ma, Gabi and Kajal can do it inside the house. Obviously, I needed to be out for a long time given three women were to take bath and the house would remain closed from inside. Now that is not what I wanted… I reasoned that there was no harm in taking a bath in front of the ladies, after all, each one of them had seen me naked at one time or the other.

Ma made a slight joke about whether there was anyone in the ‘family’ who had not seen me naked! It felt as if there was nothing that could qualify as a scandal to her! It meant that she just reiterated how she considered Kajal a part of this family. For Kajal, it was a big deal! Earlier she may have thought that perhaps Ma and Dad said that to mollify her, so that she did not feel left out. But now there was no doubt! Kajal was visibly pleased. So, it was decided… Gabi and I were to take a bath together, while Kajal and Ma helped us. It was decided just like that, as if it was something of a commonplace thing to do!

Using the ancient method of chulha (wood fired stove), she boiled two bhagona (a type of large pot) full of water, and with my help brought to the courtyard for bathing. The inside handpump was used to draw water, which was mixed with hot water. Ma bathed Gabi, whereas Kajal bathed me. I noticed that Ma spent considerable time carefully cleaning Gabi’s vulva - using water to clean her inside. Taking her cue, Kajal did the same to me. Not surprising, I was hard in no time. Ma laughed looking at me like this,

“Apne chhunnu par koi control hai tumhara (Do you have any control over your penis)?”

“Rehne dijiye na Ma ji. Sundar sa to hai. (Let it be Ma ji. It looks handsome.)” Kajal blushed, while saying this.

“Haan… isi sundarta ne hi to meri dono betiyon ki myaani khol di hai… (Yes… this handsomeness only has fucked both my daughters’ vaginas).”

“Ma ji!” Kajal hid her face with her palms.

“Kya Ma ji! Kya mujhe samajh me nahi aata ki tum logo ke beech me kya chal raha hai (Do you think I do not understand what goes on between you)? Tujhe apni beti aise thode hi bana liya (I did not accept you as my daughter just like that)?”

“Kajal Di… aap bhi aa jao (you too join us in bath)…” Gabi added.

“Haan haan! Bilkul aa jao (Yes yes! Definitely join them).” Ma said.

Kajal protested mildly, but then sensing the mood in the room, I pulled her close to me, “Arre aao na!” and started to unbutton her blouse.

That aangan (courtyard) was steamed up by now - some by steaming water, and some by our own body heat. Kajal squirmed in my arms, afraid of how Ma would take her nakedness and our intimacy.

“Chhodo na (leave me)… Ma ji ke saamne (not in front of Ma ji)…”

“Arre, mujhse kya sharmaana (Don’t be shy in front of me). You are my only child, who I did not see naked.”

While Kajal squirmed, I removed her blouse and, in a few moments, her beautiful, milk-laden breasts were on display, and because of a bit of squeeze that happened in the process, it was easy to see droplets of milk forming on the tip of her nipples. Ma smiled. She remembered how Kajal acquiesced to her request of breastfeeding Gabi in front of village women before our wedding.

Kajal was a bit nervous because stripping for bathing would require her to be butt naked. She was afraid of how Ma would evaluate her. One must understand that Kajal came from a very humble background, where social evaluation based on several physical attributes was a norm. She was not as concerned about being naked - she understood that our family was different and that she was well accepted within our family. Her primary concern was whether Ma would dislike or even detest her dusky complexion. There is no denying the stigma associated with skin color in various Indian societies.

I personally never had any issue about skin color. I loved and respected Kajal for who she was. Gabi obviously had no issues with skin color either, because she accepted me as her husband, Kajal as her close confidante, mother, and friend, and my family as her family. What she wanted was love, and she got that with us. Ma and Dad had already disclosed their fondness and love for Kajal and declared her a part of our family. But perhaps, Kajal needed a bit more of assurance.

While giving me a bath, Kajal’s clothes had already become partially wet. When I divested her off her saree, we could see that her petticoat was almost clinging to her body. Both Ma and Gabi’s attention was now focused on Kajal, waiting for her to be free of clothes. That we were standing in cold, did not matter to us. As I undid the string of her petticoat, I was delighted to see that she was not wearing any panties - this indicated that she was not having periods (Kajal only wore panties during her periods).

“Ma,” Gabi spoke very fondly, “Kajal didi is my mother too.”

“Kajal, beta, you are so beautiful.” Ma said, and then addressing me she added, “Meri dono betiyon ko khush rakha karo tum (Keep both my daughters happy).”

“Jo agya maate (As your command, Ma).”

“Amar, if Di wants, can you make love to her?” Gabi added to Ma’s suggestion.