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Chitra finished her breakfast. She stood up hurriedly and gave a kiss on Prameela’s cheek. “Amma, I’m going to Padma’s house. I’ll be back by evening. Don’t wait for me”
Prameela smiled warmly. “Ok, darling. Enjoy your time with friends.” Chitra nodded and left.
Around 2 PM, two skinny boys knock timidly. One is Suri, who is Padma’s brother, and the other is Mani, who is Chitra’s cousin, Prameela’s Brother’s son. Both of them are 19, but they look like 15. One difference is that Suri is short, around 5’2”, whereas Mani is taller at 5’8″.
Prameela opened the door. “Mani! Suri! Come in. What brings you both?”
Mani glanced around eagerly, his eyes darting. “Aunty, is Chitra akka here? We need to talk to her.”
Prameela chuckled. “She left right after breakfast—to your house. Why is it urgent?” Pointing at Suri.
Mani’s eyes lit up like firecrackers. “His house? Okay, thanks, Attha!” He spun and bolted, Suri scrambling after him.
Prameela called out, puzzled. “Wait, why did you come here? Everything okay?” But they were already gone.
The boys rushed to Padma’s house. The door creaked open for Padma’s mother.
“Chitra? She went out with your sister earlier. They said something about the fields. Not back yet.”
Disappointed, Suri and Mani wandered the village. No sign of the girls. After searching for an hour, they got back to Prameela’s house, hoping she would have returned. Prameela opened the door again “You guys are back? Did you find her?”
Mani shrugged. “No, Attha. Can we wait inside?”
“Of course. This is your house too.” She let them in.
They settled on the sofa in the hall, flipping through channels on TV. Prameela headed to the kitchen to finish the work, leaving them in the hall. The boys sat close, and they were excited. Mani took out his phone, opened a video and started playing.
Suri leaned in, whispering urgently, “Play it quietly.” Mani muted the video. It was a shaky video, captured discreetly. Initially, it was hard for anyone unaware to guess what it was, but in a few seconds, everything was clear. It was the video of Chitra’s sexcapade in the train toilet with Amar.
The boys watched it multiple times before, but they couldn’t get enough of it. Their cocks started getting hard against their shorts. They forgot about their surroundings.
Prameela approached from behind with two glasses of juice. Curious about their hushed whispers, she peeked over their shoulders. Her eyes bulged in shock.
The tray slipped from her hands, and the glasses shattered on the floor. The boys jumped. Mani immediately locked the phone and placed it inside his short pocket.
Prameela stood frozen. Her face lost all blood and turned pale. Even though she saw just a few seconds of the video, it was enough for her to understand what happened. She saw her daughter getting railed like a whore in that filthy train toilet.
“Attha…” Mani could barely open his voice
Prameela’s pointing at the phone in his pocket. “Where… where did you get this?”
Suri started sweating. He swallowed hard and said, “I… I recorded it. On the train. I didn’t mean—”
Prameela felt her head spinning, and she couldn’t stand anymore. She collapsed onto the sofa. The boys froze for a second, then moved instinctively. Mani sat on her left, Suri on her right, on the sofa.
Prameela wore a cream chiffon saree with a deep-cut black blouse. Her cleavage could be seen through the transparent saree. She had a graceful, mature figure with approximately 36-27-40 measurements. Her breasts are round and full. She got right fat on her hips with folds that could make any man go crazy.
Finally, her butt is so huge, it sways like a pendulum when she walks. She stared blankly at the wall in front. There was dead drop silence. No one spoke for what felt like an eternity.
Mani gained some courage. “Attha… I… we didn’t mean for you to see…”
Suri added. “It was… on the train. I just… recorded it. For… for later.”
She sat there silently as if she didn’t hear the boys speak. She was breathing heavily. With each breath, her breasts rose and fell hard. Due to this, her pallu slipped low, exposing her blouse-covered breasts.
She turned towards Mani and asked, “Show me. I want to watch it fully.”
The boys exchanged a stunned glance.
Prameela pulled the phone from Mani’s short pocket. This sent an electric shock through Mani’s body. As she took the device, her pallu slipped a little more.
Mani hesitated a bit, then unlocked and played the video. Prameela watched in deep silence. She watched every move of her daughter without blinking for a second.
The boys sat tensed beside her. Their heads were hanging low, but they took glances at the phone, their desire to reach others. The room was filled with the muffled sounds from the tiny speaker. The video ended with Chitra’s satisfied smile.
Prameela threw her head back against the sofa backrest. Her eyes were shut, and she was taking deep breaths. Her chest rose and fell heavily. With each breath, her pallu started shifting. Finally, the pallu had completely slipped, exposing a deep cleavage covered with sweat droplets.
Prameela’s head is spinning. It was going in multiple directions. Fear started gripping her. What happens if this video spreads? Even if one person in the family sees it. Chitra’s life and our family’s name are ruined.
With the advent of social media these days, if the video becomes viral, what will happen to their future? Their status in the village?
Suddenly, her thoughts drifted towards the boys. Why were they looking for her? What do they want with the video? To show her? Blackmail? Or something darker? What were their intentions?
Mani and Suri froze with panic. They had never seen her like this.
“Attha…” Mani spoke slowly with fear. “Attha, please… don’t cry.”
A few tears slipped from the corners of her closed eyes. The boys exchanged a frightened glance and then moved closer. Mani gently placed a hand on her left shoulder, and Suri tentatively placed his on her right arm in an attempt to calm her.
Prameela opened her eyes slowly and looked at the. With a low, heavy voice, she asked, “What… What were you planning to do with this? Why were you looking for Chitra today?”
Mani swallowed hard, “Attha, we… We didn’t know what to do. We just… found it exciting. We wanted to see her… talk to her… maybe show her? We weren’t sure.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “We didn’t want to hurt anyone.”
Without thinking, Mani leaned in and hugged her tightly in an apologetic manner. “I’m sorry, Attha. Really sorry. We didn’t mean for you to see.” Suri shifted closer to her, hand still on her arm. His face was down with guilt.
Prameela didn’t push him away. She sat there without any movement except for the heavy breathing. She could feel the boys’ hot breath on her. She noticed her pallu had fallen, and her deep cleavage was out in the open.
Then slowly she started looking at the boys. Even though their faces looked scared, their eyes darted frequently towards her breasts. She looked down towards their shorts and could unmistakably see her hard cocks tightening their shorts.
She didn’t move. Neither did they. She didn’t cover herself. Instead, she let out a soft sigh. She processed the event slowly. They didn’t mean harm, but they kept it and came for Chitra. They tried desperately to meet her. Now, even after getting caught, they couldn’t contain their feelings.
They are excited by her body and touch. Even though she was afraid of video leaks and repercussions, something stirred deep inside her. There was always something about these boys. Their nervousness, their youth, the way they looked at her. It stirred an old, familiar thrill she hadn’t felt in years.
These young boys gave attention like no one else. They were so eager, hungry and desperate. She had noticed it since they hit puberty. The way they looked at her body and the innocent touches. She liked it then.
She even teased by letting her pallu slip, brushing their cocks with her ass. Slapping them playfully for every small naughty thing, giving hugs and so on. It excited her, this power, this unspoken game.
Now, with them so close and seeing them excited even in this situation, she felt an opportunity. A test to see how far their excitement went. To feel that attention again.
Her hands moved. One hand rested on Mani’s left thigh, close to the groin. The other on Suri’s right thigh. She didn’t press or grab. She just placed them there, feeling the heat coming from their groin.
The boys froze. Their eyes widened. They looked at her face, then at her palm and then again at her face. One could figure out the confusion written all over.
Prameela, looking down at their groin, said, “You said you weren’t sure what you wanted.” Hey, fingers ran over the hard on over the shorts. “But your bodies seem to know.”
“At-Attha…” Mani managed, voice cracking. “We… we didn’t… mean…”
Suri swallowed hard, his face fell, and he instinctively pressed his thighs with her.
“We… just…” They couldn’t finish. Their faces dropped in shame. She didn’t pull her hands away. Instead, she ran her fingers in slow circles along the inner thighs, brushing the hard ones.
Mani and Suri couldn’t tell if she was angry, hurt, or something else entirely. They sat frozen with confused boners. Then slowly and deliberately, Prameela moved. Her hands slid further up their thighs and cupped the outlines of their hard cocks through the shorts.
The boys gasped in unison, and their bodies jerked in shock. Suri leaked pre-cum, leaving a wet spot on his shorts. Prameela didn’t speak at first. She held them there. Finally, she spoke, “Why are you so hard?” she asked.
Mani tried to speak, but the words came out in a stutter. “At-Attha… we… we don’t know… it just…”
Suri tried to speak. “We… we’re sorry… but… it feels…” They couldn’t finish. Prameela felt the heat of their bodies. She tightened her fingers around their cocks through the fabric and yanked Mani and Suri off the sofa.
The boys stumbled to their feet. Mani bends slightly, Suri clutching her arm. She released them slowly. “Take your shorts off and then shirts. Now.” She commanded.
The boys hesitated. She gave a tight slap on Mani’s face. Immediately, they complied. Mani shoved his shorts down and took off his shirt. Suri followed him. Prameela kicked the clothes to the other corner of the room.
Boys instinctively covered their cocks, but she rose between them and slapped their wrists. “Hands away,” she hissed. She took a long look at their cocks. Suri’s was small and delicate, just four inches. Mani’s was a bit longer, with six inches curved upward, but thin.
She sat back on the sofa. Her legs parted subtly. “Kneel,” she commanded with a serious face. They dropped instantly.
“Face each other,” she commanded. The boys hesitated and didn’t make a move.
Prameela stood between them immediately and smacked their asses hard. They let out a sharp squeal and obliged immediately. They turned to face each other close enough that their cocks nearly touched.
Prameela sat back and said, stepping. “Good. Now jerk each other’s cocks with one hand and squeeze the balls with the other.”
By now, they understood what would happen if they didn’t obey. Their hands moved hesitantly. Mani’s fingers wrapped around Suri’s small cock, squeezing the base and balls gently; Suri did the same to Mani’s thin length, stroking slowly.
But the tension was so much that their arousal faded and cocks softened. Mani’s thin length slipped from Suri’s grasp while Suri’s small one wilted completely in Mani’s hand.
Prameela watched for a moment, then laughed. It wasn’t cruel, but amused. The boys felt humiliated.
“Stand up,” she said. She too got up from the sofa and stood between them. They obeyed, but they could feel their legs go weak. Prameela looked at them, then pointed. “Mani, remove my blouse. Suri, the saree and petticoat.”
The boys were surprised but obliged without any question. Mani’s hands trembled as he tried to unhook. The blouse is so tight, it is slipping off his fingers. With a smile, Prameela helped him.
Suri struggled to unclip the pin near her navel. It broke, and the saree loosened. He pulled it completely, and Prameela stepped out of it. She also helped him with petticoat knots, and it fell.
They succeeded finally. Prameela is in a black lace bra and panties. The bra is a half-cup style. It could barely convert her tits. Her nipples could be seen trying to pop out. The panty dug deep into her pussy, fat and stretched tight over her curves.
She sat back on the sofa, legs parted slightly. “Mani, stand behind me and massage my shoulders, and Suri, kneel in front and massage my legs.”
Mani stood behind Prameela, his hands trembling as he placed them on her shoulders. Suri knelt in front, staring at her feet. Prameela felt their nervousness; she exhaled slowly and softened her voice.
“Easy, boys,” she said playfully, glancing down at Suri. “Just relax your hands. Start slow, like this.” She reached down, guiding Suri’s palm up her calf with her own hand, showing the rhythm. “See? Firm but gentle. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
Suri nodded jerkily. “Y-yes, Aunty…”
She turned her head slightly toward Mani. “And you, Mani, use your thumbs here and press them deep.” She smiled softly. “Don’t be so tense, boys. I’m not going to bite.”
The boys’ nerves began to calm under her playful words. Mani’s with slow and deep thumb movements. Suri’s trip too started getting the hang of it. He started with a good grip and pressure.
“Good,” Prameela’s eyes closed in relaxation. “That’s better. Keep going. You’re doing well now.”
The boys are excited again, which was evident from their hardons. Mani’s hands moved downward, sliding from her shoulders to her upper chest and brushing the bra strap accidentally. It caused the bra to slip off one shoulder. A hard, dark nipple peeked, but Prameela didn’t adjust it.
Suri’s massage deepened. His hands were inches higher, exploring higher from the knees to the inner thighs to the soft panty line, where the fabric dug deep.
Prameela noticed the boys getting comfortable and hard. “That’s it, boys. You are getting the hang of it now. Go deep and hard.”
She reached back, guiding Mani’s fingers over her upper chest. Her bra strap completely fell off, exposing her left boob fully.
“See? That’s it. You’re making Attha feel so good already.”
She guided Suri, “Higher. The inner thighs need more attention” Her hand guided him upward and deep between her thighs. Suri could feel tremendous heat.
Prameela escalated this further, “Come down further, Mani. Massage my chest. The muscles here are so tight.”
Mani’s hands moved down, but the bra cup was obstructing movement. Prameela smiled and bent a little forward, cuing him to unclasp the bra. Mani’s inexperienced hands fumbled. With a loving smile, she helped him and now her massive tits are out in the open.
Mani resumed the massage. He tried to cup each boob with one palm, but they were too big for him. He used both hands and started rubbing her tits. Prameela spread her legs wider, the black panties digging even deeper into her pussy fat. Suri could trace the shape of her pussy covered with a soaking wet panty.
Prameela sighed with deep pleasure as Mani kneading tits and Suri rubbing pussy edges. She tilted her head back and, in a testing way, said. “Different body parts need different methods. Lips for some places… tongue for others.”
She pulled Mani’s head. “Come here, Mani, massage my hard nipples with your lips.”
Mani bent over her shoulder. He grabbed her right boob, lifted it gently, and placed his lips on the stiff nipple. Their cheeks brushed, and Mani could feel hot breath on his neck. With his left hand, he grabbed her left breast and began squeezing it hard.
Prameela spread her legs wider and looked down. “Suri… remove my panties.”
Suri’s hands trembled, but she obeyed. She raised her hips just enough, allowing him to slide the panties down her thighs. Her clean pussy was exposed. It was smooth, wet and swollen.
She settled back, legs parted wide. “Now use your tongue to massage my clit, Suri. Slow and long like licking a popsicle.” Suri leaned in, hesitant at first, but her hand gently guided his head. His tongue touched her clit. Suri could feel hot waves hitting his face. He began licking it just like she asked.
Mani began sucking nipples hard, pulling them and biting them. His confidence grew with each movement and was encouraged by the moans from Prameela. With the other hand, he started pinching and pulling the left nipple, squeezing the boob as hard as possible.
His inexperienced moves were so surprising, delivering new sensations. Suri’s tongue on her clit went crazy. His licks were so irregular, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep and never quite the same. The unpredictability thrilled her.
Her moans grew heavier, and her hips pushed further on his face. She grabbed his head by his hair and pushed him deeper. “Yes… just like that… don’t stop,” she moaned huskily.
Prameela’s hunger grew. She pulled Mani to the front of the sofa. “Come here, Mani… right in front.” Then she motioned to Suri. “Stand up, Suri… beside him.”
The boys obeyed, hard cocks bobbing inches from her face. She slid down from the sofa gracefully, kneeling on the floor between them. Without a word, she leaned forward, taking Suri’s small cock and balls into her mouth in one go. She vacuumed his cock and balls. Suri gasped.
With her right hand, she reached for Mani. She wrapped her palm around his cock and groped the entire length along with his balls. She left Suri and moved to Mani. With one go, she took the entire length of his thin cock like a lollipop. She tickled his tip with her tongue, which sent shivers through his body.
With her left hand, she grabbed Suri’s tiny cock, and with two fingers, she stroked it and played with the balls. The boys couldn’t last. Within moments, they sprayed. Mani came first, he let it all in her mouth and she gulped it and let out a clean cock.
Suri immediately followed by painting her face with splashes of watery cum. Prameela, with a naughty smile, licked their cum and let out a deep moan. “Good boys,” she murmured, voice husky. “Now… let me teach you how to please a woman properly.”
She slid back onto the floor, lying on her back in a full spread-eagled position. Her massive tits were jiggling while her open pussy was glistening wet. No one needed a better invite than this. “Come here. It’s time to feast,” she invited lustily.
The boys scrambled eagerly. The boys pounced on her heavy boobs. Mani took her right, and Suri left. They were on them like hungry pups, sucking, biting and licking. Mani moved lower, licking her body while going all the way down between her legs.
He too wanted a taste of it. This freed the boob for Suri. He alternatively sucked, squeezed and even slapped them. The sharp slaps turned on her more. “Yes… just like that… harder…”
Within no time, the young cocks are hard again. She sat up slightly, pulling them closer. “Mani. You got first.”
Mani positioned himself between her legs. He fumbled, the tip slid against her wet folds, missing the entrance twice. Prameela smiled softly. She reached down to guide him. Her fingers wrapped around his thin shaft, aligning him. “There… slow… push.”
He slid in with a groan. He could feel a hot sensation as if his cock were in an oven. She let out a low moan and wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.
Suri sat on her chest. She opened her mouth and took his small cock. She held him by holding his ass and pushed his hips towards her mouth. Suri began to fuck her mouth.
Mani thrusted steadily and hard, making wet slapping sounds. After a few minutes, he pulled out so Suri could take his place. Suri took her pussy immediately, sliding into her slippery pussy. Mani moved to her mouth and emulated the same hard movements he used to fuck her mouth.
The boys lasted only minutes. Suri came first. He tried to cum deep in her, but given his small cock, the cum could be seen dripping out. He pulled out, completely spent, and collapsed beside her, trying to catch his breath.
Mani took his place immediately, entering her cum-filled pussy. He thrusted with full force and vigour. Within moments, he tensed and released inside her pussy. Both their cums are leaking out of her pussy.
The boys collapsed beside her, exhausted, faces resting on her massive tits. Prameela smiled softly, hands lovingly massaging their hair. They drifted into sleep like that till evening.
Prameela woke up first. She gently shook them awake, kissing each forehead. “Time to go.”
She helped them dress. At the door, she pulled them close, kissing each boy deeply. “This stays our secret,” she whispered. “Whenever you want… come back. We’ll have fun again.”
She deleted the video from Mani’s phone and then sent them off with a naughty smile.
Later, Chitra returned home, stepping in quietly. She went straight to her room without a word, freshened up, and emerged dressed for travel.
“Amma, I have to leave tonight. An urgent work came up. I booked a late-night train. Chintu will drop me at the station.”
Prameela nodded, hiding her surprise. “Be safe, Bangaram. Call when you reach.”
Chintu arrived soon after, helping with her bag. He dropped her at the station. No words were exchanged. The next day, Chitra was back in the city.
Read what happened back in the city, ‘Circle of Life – Part 5 (Surprise Reunion Finale)’
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