Amit was spending his holidays at his uncle's house in the village. A city-bred boy, at 19 years, this was his first ever visit to a village. His parents were having a difficult time with their marriage and his father thought sending him away to the village for a month to his oldest brother's house would be a good way to settle a number of issues with Amit's mother in privacy.

Amit was a sensitive, shy boy, and it would be a good atmosphere for him in the village where Amit's uncle had a large affectionate family of nearly 15 people living in the family's palatial ancestral bungalow. They were primarily farmers and only Amit's father, who was the youngest of four brothers, had set out to make a living in the city about 20 years ago.

As Amit got off the crowded passenger train at Rampur village station, he was greeted by his uncle and cousin who he had only seen a couple of times when they came to the city about a couple of years ao.

"Beta... hope you had a good trip..."

His uncle, Pratap chacha, hugged him affectionately. His cousin Vishal took Amit's bag from him and patted his shoulder. His uncle looked a little disappointed at Amit.

"Beta you are so thin. Are you not eating well?"

Amit shyly shrugged and his uncle put his arm around him and they went to a parked ambassador car outside the station.

As the car drew into the palatial ancestral house, Amit was getting slightly nervous about meeting the large family. He did not know any of them too well, and had really only seen them just once or twice and had very little memories of them. And now he had to spend time in their midst for a month!

As soon as he got off the car, about 10 people descended on him, greeting him, hugging him, patting him etc. His father's two other brothers, Ramu chacha and Sunil chacha, his cousin brothers whose names also he did not know, his grandfather etc were all over him as they escorted him into the house. That's when Amit saw the ladies. His three aunts. Rani chachi, who was Pratap's wife, Neha chachi who was Ramu's wife and Deepa chachi who was Sunil's wife. Both the other brothers of Amit's father, Ramu and Sunil, did not live in this house but in their own houses in different parts of the village. They had all come here now to greet Amit and spend a day with him. The program was that Amit would spend a few days with each of them later at their houses before returning to the city.

But right now, Amit could not keep from staring at his three aunts who he was seeing for the first time since reaching adolescence. Rani chachi was 39 years old, fair and with the a stunning figure. She was beautiful in a rustic way. Her features were sharp and her smile was dazzling and affectionate. Even though she was wearing the traditional saree that completely clad her body, Amit could see the extreme voluptousness of her body as she came forward to pat him on his cheek and gave him a glass of lassi.

"Kaisa hai beta... kitne bade ho gaye ho..."

Amit blushed profusely and took the glass. As he was drinking, Neha chachi shook her head.

"Lekin kitna patla hai... yeh city ke bachche bahut bakwaas cheez khate hain... yahan ham isko achcha khana khilaayenge... kyon khaaoge na beta..."

Amit nodded and blushed again. Neha chachi was the tallest of the three aunts at about 5 feet 6 inches. Just an inch shorter than Amit. Her features were also the most delicate of the three aunts and her body was not as stacked as the other two aunts, but maintained very well at her age of 38.

As everyone was busy asking him about the city, his studies and parents etc, Amit cast a glance at Deepa chachi. She was 36 and was the only educated of the entire womenfolk in the family, having passed her tenth. She looked at Amit and seemed to understand his plight.

"Ghabrao nahi beta... do din mein tum sab ko jaan jaaoge... dekho kitna paseena chooth raha hai..."

And she used her pallu to mop his forehead. Amit got a glance of her milky white flesh of her ample navel for just a second before she walked away. And Amit had a tough time keeping his eyes of her swaying bouncy ass cheeks as she walked away.

The day passed with great difficulty for Amit as he went through it in a daze. There was endless chatting, eating, again chatting and by night, he was exhausted. By then all the realtives had left, and the only ones remaining in the house were Pratap chacha, Rani chachi, his cousin Vishal who was about 20 years old, and the servants who lived in the outhouse.

After dinner, Amit was taken to his room on the first floor of the house by Rani chachi. As he followed her up the stairs, Amit could not keep his eyes off the her awesome gaand. It was the most alluring and perfect piece of ass he had ever seen in his life. The saree clung to her fleshy ass like a skin and he found blood rushing into his cok and had to look away to control himself, feeling guilty in his young confused mind.

Unknown to the happening in his mind, Rani chachi cheerfully led him into his room. It was a medium sized one with a wooden cot and an almirah for his clothes. Irt was neatly done and there was window from which Amit could see the vast backyard of the house. Rani chachi smiled.

"Kyon beta... pasand aayi..."

"Haan... thanks..."

She laughed and patted his cheek.

"Arre thanks ki kya baat hai. Tum to mera beta samaan hai. Jaise Vishal waise tu..."

He blushed and she found it very endearing.

"Aur tum apni mummy papa ke baarein mein zyada mat soch. Sab theek ho jayega... yahan kisi cheez ki zaroorat padi to mujhe zaroor bataana..."

"Jee chachi..."

As she turned around to leave, she is reminded of something.

"Beta ek attached bathroom hai dekho..."

She pointed to a small bathroom.

"Isme kundli nahin lagti hai... do din mein theek kara dungi... isliya zara sambhalke..."

He blushed for the nth time and heaved a huge sigh of relief as she left. He changed into his shorts and plonked down on the cot thinking of the days happenings. As he slowly drifted into a sleep he kept seeing images of his aunts, especially Rani chachi... her beauty, her body, her kindness... he felt so close to her already. And then he blanked into a deep slumber.

Rani chachi was busy making breakfast for the family the next morning. Her routine started at 5am and she took bath first thing everyday. Followed by puja at home and then cooking. It was already 7 am and she called out to Champa the maid.

"Are Champa... upar jaake dekho ki Amit jaaga ya nahin..."

Champa was cleaning the backyard. She was a young woman of 30 who lived with her husband Gopal in the outhouse along with another servant couple -- Jhansi and her husband Manu. Both Manu and Gopal were the drivers for the family and often spent long weeks driving around the countryside buying and distributing farm products for the family. Champa was a dark complexioned earthy woman who was attractive in her own right. She was rather short -- about 5 feet -- and well rounded, but she made up for it with the way she carried herself. She was loyal to the family and thought the world of Rani chachi.

"Jee dekht I hoon..."

Champa went up the stairs and walked into Amit's room. He seemed fast asleep and was sleeping on his side. She the window was open and some leaves had blown into the room. She quietly walked to clear the leaves and as she turned back, she glanced at the sleeping figure of the boy. He looked very angelic to her, with just the slightest hint of a moustache on him. It seemed wrong for her to wake him, he was sleeping so soundly. And as she was about to leave, something caught her eye.

There seemed to be a some lump in his shorts that protruded way more than normal. Now Champa was a happily married woman who knew all about men and how they are endowed. But it was striking to see that this young boy had such a massive lump that it could not be anything other than... As she was caught in her whirl of thoughts, Amit suddenly stirred out of his sleep.

Scared and shaken, Champa bluttered.

"Jee... aapko Rani ji ne nashte ke liye bulaya hai..."

Barely able to see her, and adjusting his eyes, he muttered.

"Aata hoon... nahake aata hoon..."

Without saying anything further, Champa left the room. There was strange sense of excitement in her that she had never known. Lost in this state she went down absentmindedly and saw Rani chachi serving the table.

"Kya hua Champa... Amit uth gaya?"

"Jee..."

And Champa walked past Rani towards the backyard. Rani was surprised as Champa usually would have helped her at the table She turned and spoke.

"Are Rani... kya baat hai? Kis soch mein ho?"

Still in her slightly excited state, Champa shook her head.

"Jee kuch nahin..."

And Champa walked out into the backyard. Rani thought for a second that she was acting a little unusually but then continued setting the table.

In the backyard, Champa frantically looked around for Jhansi and found her at the well washing some clothes, where even Pratap and his son Vishal were bathing. Champa called out to Jhansi as carefully as she could.

"Are Jhansi... idhar aa ek minute ke liye... jaldi..."

Jhansi, also the same age as Champa at about 30 was actually the thinnest girl in the entire family. But she was also the most sexually adventurous, having slept with many of the village boys before she got married. The only reason she did not continue it after marriage was because her husband was a brute who would kill her if he found out.

But she would always keep telling Champa about her erotic adventures, and though the voluptuous Chapma had never slept with anyone other than her husband, she found all of Jhansi's stories about big cocks and how they satisfy a woman wildly exciting, and would look forward to hearing all the endless titillating stories that Jhansi would dish out. As Jhansi neared her, Champa pulled her to a wall, and spoke quickly.

"Are... tu nahin maanegi... mujhe bhi vishwas nahin hota..."

"Baat kya hai jaldi bol... bahut kaam hai..."

"Teri pasand ki baat hai... jaldi karegi to nahin bolti ja..."

"Achcha meri maa... bol kya hai..."

At the same time, Rani had gone into the kitchen to heat something on the stove. She was distracted by whispers coming from near the closed window. She could make out that it was Champa's voice. She was about to open the window and ask for something when she heard Champa saying this.

"Woh jo naya chokra hai na... shahar se aaya hai?"

"Haan... to?"

"Mein abhi use uthane gayi... aur meine dekha..."

Rani's interest was also now aroused and she wanted to hear what Champa had to say. Jhansi was getting impatient.

"Kya dekha.?"

"Sharam aati hai... woh uska..."

"Kya?"

"Woh so raha tha... aur maine uska... dekha..."

"Uska lund?"

"The words hit Rani like bolts. She had never even uttered such words in her life. And she never even knew that women spoke like that. In a state of disbelief she continued hearing the conversation.

"Chee... aisa mat bol... mujhe sharam aati hai...."

Champa was strangely excited but was also feeling very shy. Jhansi shook her head.

"Are to kaun si nayi baat hai... is gaon mein sabhi marad dikhate phirte hain..."

"Nahin... woh baat nahin hai..."

"To phir kya hai?"

"Is ladke ka... bahut bada laga mujhe..."

"Are woh to sirf bachcha hai... kitna bada hoga?"

Champa got embarrassed, and blushed. Jhansi was surprised seeing this and chided her.

"Are tu to bahut sharma rahi hai... itna achcha laga kya us chokre ka lund?"

Rani was dumbly listening to everything, with bated breath. She never was prepared for anything like this she would hear in her whole life.

"Maine poora nahin dekha... sirf knicker ke upar se dekha... lekin itna bada tha..."

"Kitna bada tha? Haath se dikhake bol..."

"Uff baba naa... mein woh sab nahin kar sakti... mujhe bahut sharam aati hai..."

By now Jhansi was rather curious. She held Champa's hand roughly.

"Agar tu nahin dikhaogi, to mein tumhe mere sale ki lund ke barein mein nahin bataaongi... kuch nahin bataaongi... ja..."

And as Jhansi was walking away, Champa called to her.

"Itna bada tha..."

And as Jhansi turned around, she was shocked speechless. Champa held out both her hands and was showing the size of the lump she saw inside Amit's shorts. Unable to control her curiosity, Rani wanted to mindlessly open the window, when she heard Jhansi's voice.

"Ladka hai ki gadha hai? Are mujhe isi waqt dekhna hi hai us chokre ka lund..."

With a bead of perspiration on her face, at that moment Rani opened the window and suddenly Champa and Jhansi whirled around at the noise. To Rani's utter disappointment, she could not see anything. She acted a little angry.

"Yeh... yeh kya ho raha hai idhar?"

"Ji kuch nahin... bas aise hi..."

Rani took a moment to compose herself.

"Tum dono jao sabse keha do ki 15 minutes mein nashta tyaar rahega... jao..."

As both of them went away, Rani turned back and tried to collect her thoughts. She hardly believed all that she heard and it strangely excited her in a way she never felt before.

And she let out a sigh of relief when she started hearing whisperings again outside the kitchen window. Champa's voice.

"Kya hua?"

"Baap re... baap re..."

"Bol kya hua?"

"Agar khud nahin dekhi hoti... to kabhi nahin maanti..."

Juices started flowing into Champa's pussy. She always had this peculiar liking for hearing descriptions of other men's cocks, though she had never seen anyone else's except her husband's. She whispered gruffly to Jhansi.

"Aage bol... kya dekha tune?"

"Us chokre ka lund to dheela tha... lekin maine zindagi mein itna bada..."

Jhansi stopped, trying to catch her breath. Rani's heart was racing inside like crazy. Weird sensations were going on in her body and mind. Jhansi again spoke.

"Chaahe mera marad mujhe maar de, mujhe to us lund se chudwaana hi hai..."

"Chup Jhansi. Woh to sirf 15 saal ka ladka hai. Kuch aisa mat karo ki..."

"Arey vahi to saara mazaa hai. Aise kunwara aur gadhe jaisa lundwala ladke ko chodhne ke baarein mein sikhana har kisi aurat ki naseeb mein nahin hota..."

Champa was blushing and strangely excited. She mumbled.

"Itna achcha laga tumhe woh... uska...?"

Jhansi was not able to control her excitement herself. She hugged Champa.

"Haan meri jaan. Arey mujhe yeh dekhna hia ki jab tagda hota hai to uska lund kitna bada hota hai..."

"To kya tum suchmuch uske saat... karegi?"

"Haan meri jaan... lekin pehle usko dheere dheere lalchaana padega... pataa nahin woh auraton ke baarein mein abhi sochne laga ki nahin..."

Suddenly we hear her husband's coarse voice.

"Aye Jhansi... idhar aa. Sahab bula rahein hain..."

Everyone is jolted out of the scene with that shout. Rani takes a deep breath to calm down her breathing, washes her face a little and walks out of the kitchen.

In the next half an hour, there are a lot of changes in the house. At the breakfast table, Pratap Singh told everyone that there are some lands for sale in a village about 100kms from Rampur. He must to go there and spend a few days to check things out for himself, and make other inspections. He decided to take Vishal with him. Manu will be the driver and Jhansi will accompany them to take care of cooking needs, as they will be staying in a small house in the middle of the fields.

Once Pratap Singh decides, there is no question of anyone disagreeing. In 15 minutes, everyone packs up and are ready to leave. At the last minute, Pratap Singh turns to Amit.

"Beta... tum bhi chalo hamaare saath. Yahan tum bilkul bore ho jaaoge."

Jhansi who is unable to control her excitement, looked at Champa and winked naughtily. Champa blushed and looked down. But unknown to both, Rani has noticed this and speaks up to Pratap.

"Ji... Amit ko yaheen rehne deejiye. Ghar mein koi to ladka hone chahiye. Aur waise bhi uska khana peena yahan achcha hoga..."

Pratap looks at Amit, and hugs him.

"Sahi hai. To hum 5-6 din mein vaapas aajayenge beta..."

Even Amit heaved a sigh of relief at Rani chachi's suggestion, because he wanted to stay back. While the comfort of the house was better compared to leaving in the middle of a field, something was drawing him towards Rani chachi.

From the time he came down for breakfast, he could just not keep his eyes off his aunt. She was wearing a green color chiffon saree and blouse, and her figure was so spectacularly showcased in that dress that he was scared he would get an erection in front of everyone. While not an ounce of flesh was revealed other than necessary, the way her massive breasts heaved when she moved, the way her round huge butt swayed as she walked and the extraordinary beauty in her face were the stuff of dreams. The smell of sandal and milk, probably because of the paste she used to bathe with, was so intoxicating every time she came near him. And she gave him so much attention and affection that he was bowled over completely. And also had a frustrating time controlling his erection.

So as soon as breakfast was over and Pratap Singh left with the others, Amit wanted to slink away into the privacy of his room, where he would probably not get any guilty thoughts about his chachi. As he started climbing the stairs, he heard Rani chachi's voice.

"Beta... kahan jaa rahe ho?"

"Ji chachi... mein to... uh... upar kamre mein jaa raha tha. Aise hi..."

Rani smiled at the shyness and nervousness of the boy. She thought it would e a good idea to give him some work around the house so that he slowly starts getting used to the people and atmosphere, without getting bored.

"Mere liye ek kaam karoge?"

"Ji zaroor..."

"To idhar aao... aangan mein..."

She took him to the vast backyard of the house and showed him some 50 coconuts on a wooden cot.

"Kyat um inko tod sakte ho?"

Amit looked at the stack of brown coconuts and wondered how he could break them open. Rani chachi understood his confusion.

"Aao mein bataati hoon..."

She led him to the cot and called out.

"Arey Champa... idhar aao..."

Champa came out from a shed further in the backyard, her hands dirty with some mud. She stood respectfully before Rani who spoke to her.

"Haat dhoke aao aur Amit ko bataao kaise naariyal phodna hai..."

"Ji..."

Champa scampered to a nearby tap and hurriedly started washing her hands and feet. Rani chachi now turned to Amit.

"Beta achchi tarah dekh lo... kaafi aasan hai..."

"Ji chachi... mein kar loonga..."

He smiled at her shyly and nervously. She patted his cheek affectionately.

"Agar bahut takleef hua to mat karna... mein baad mein karwa loongi..."

He nodded and went over to the cot. Rani also walked away and in a few seconds Champa came over to the cot. Without a word, she picked up a sickle lying under the cot and sat on the edge of the cot. She waited for a second to make sure Amit was watching. Then she picked up a coconut, placed its head carefully on the edge of the cot which had a metal coating, and then with a swift stroke of the sickle, broke it open. And with great expertise, she immediately pointed the open mouth of the coconut to a metal container by the side and the coconut water went into it, without a drop being spilled.

She looked up at Amit, as though to ask if he understood. Amit shrugged.

"Phir se kijiye..."

She found his expression cute. No one had ever spoken to her with such respect in the village. Stifling a smile, she picked up another coconut and did the same. And then looked at him again. He nodded slowly.

"Theek hai... agar nahin kar paya to mein aapse phir poochoonga..."

She got up and spoke softly.

"Hum yaheen honge..."

Then she quickly walked away and picked a broom and started to sweep the backyard. Diffidently, Amit sat and started slowly figuring out how Chmapa placed the coconut on the metal surface and how she held the sickle etc.
In the kitchen, Rani chachi took a breather for a minute from her cooking. It was a hot a day and she started fanning herself, leaning against a slab. Her thoughts drifted to all that she heard in the morning between those two women. She refused to believe that Champa would speak like that. Jhansi was not of such a good reputation and she knew that all along. They kept her as a maid because she was very efficient in her work, and her husband was a good worker. So Rani was not as shocked about Jhansi indulging in cheap talk and actions.

But Champa was always so obedient, so sweet, so religious and spoke so softly. So how could she speak about sexual matters so openly with Jhansi? Rani still could not believe that Champa had said all that about young Amit. That she spoke to Jhansi about young Amit's... thing... He was just a boy. Why would a grown woman, happily married woman of 30 like Champa think about a boy like that... and...

Her thoughts are disturbed by the screech of the cooker whistle. And Rani qickly comes back to the world. She switches off the stove and takes a breath. She suddenly felt relieved that Jhansi was not with them for a few days. With Jhansi out of the way, Champa would not indulge in such talk, nor such thoughts, even if she did earlier. And once Jhansi returned, Rani decided she would sack her from work and hire someone else. It was probably her bad influence that made Chmpa talk and behave like that. Rani again drifted off into her thoughts not sure how to handle the next step.

Meanwhile, Amit was slowly getting the hang of his work, though he was not a quarter as efficient as Champa. He was spilling the coconut water all around, not chopping the head of the coconut properly and making a lot of noise etc. Champa who was sweeping the floor nearby, was amused and decided to help Amit out a little. She walked over to him and spoke softly.

"Ek taang oopar rakhiye... aur ek neeche... isse aasan hota hai sambhaalne mein..."

Amit nodded and quickly folded his right leg in front of him on the cot and left his left leg touching the ground, and moved closer to the edge of the cot. He indeed found that his balance was better and he smiled shyly at Champa, and then got to work again.

Champa then again went back to sweeping. But with the image of the shy smile that Amit flashed on her. Champa had never seen such a sweet boy in the village ever. All the men, and even boys were rough, crude and disrespectful.

It was like all the males felt it was their right to be nasty and brutish with women to keep showing their supremacy. For all women in the village, it was a fact of life and no one ever questioned it. So, the way this boy Amit spoke and behaved was such a new experience for Champa. She continued in this vein of thoughts as she was sweeping the entire backyard, unaware that young Amit was feasting his eyes on her round, huge gaand clad in the wet cotton saree.

He found her rustic beauty appealing when he looked at her up close as she was showing him how to break the coconuts. Then when she came and told him how to keep his balance, he had to look up at her and the angle of his view made it clear to him that this woman had huge protruding breasts that were tightly confined under her saree. And he could even briefly see glimpses of cleavage as she was sweeping the yard. She was short, but very enticing in her manner and speech. And now as she was sweeping with her back to him, there was nothing he could do to keep his gaze away from that amazing, round mound of ass flesh as it quivered just a few feet in front of him.

It was the stuff of fantasies for him. He had jacked off hundreds of times in the last couple of years to images and visions of older women like Rani chachi and Champa. Middle aged, pretty features with huge round breasts, wide hips and a massive round ass! Now it seemed unbelievable to him that two such amazing womanly specimens were right around him. He felt guilty thinking about them that way -- especially his Rani chachi -- but he could not help it. The extreme voluptuousness of these women up close was too much for his young cock.

And as he kept looking at Champas jiggling, quivering gaand, blood started rushing into his cock. It was getting hard and big. And when Champa suddenly turned around, he could see the deep cleavage between her breasts as she was bent down. It seemed too unreal for his young eyes that this woman would have such massive breasts. With her physical effort, her tits were glistening with a fine sheen of sweat and it was like they would burst out of her blouse any minute. His cock was now up like a flagpole and he had an irrestitible urge to get to some privacy and jack off.

As he kept staring at her breasts, Champa suddenly looked up at him -- as he had gone silent and she could hear no noise of coconut chopping -- and found him staring between her breasts. She looked down and was horrified to see that he could see almost a quarter of her breasts. She quickly pulled her pallu over to cover her breasts.

Then she looked up again and by now Amit had averted his eyes in absolute shame at being caught looking at a married woman much older than him. And he was now sweating in anxiety as well as the heat caused by his throbbing erection. He cursed himself for coming out that morning in just his pyjama, without wearing any underwear, as he expected that once through with breakfast he could go back to his room. But now he was caught staring at Champa's breasts, and his lund was hard as steel. He put a coconut in front of his crotch and tried to cover the bulge frantically.

Champa's heart also missed a heart beat. Was that young boy looking at her breasts? That's what Jhansi was talking about in the morning earlier, wasn't she? Jhansi had said that she wanted to first find out if the young boy had started thinking about women...

"Pata nahin who abhi auraton ke baarein mein sochne laga ya nahin..."

That would be the first step to his seduction. She remembered Jhansi's words.

"Pehle usko dheere dheere lalchaana padega..."

Champa's heartbeats grew faster as she finished her sweeping. So, was he indeed looking at her body? She knew she had one of the most curvaceous bodies in the village. She knew it since the time she was fifteen. Even her own female cousins and friends often used to comment on the size of her breasts and buttocks.

"Arey Champa... tujhse shaadi karnewala bahut hi naseebwala hoga... aur kabhi kisi doosri aurat ki taraf aankh bhi nahin uthakar dekhega..."

She always used to feel shy when she heard such comments. "Chee..." she used to say in response. But it turned out true. Her husband was completely loyal to her, and she was proud of it. And in reurn she too never played the seductress to any man in the village ever.

Champa was always shy by nature and never ever dared to display her body to anyone... though she sometimes had nasty and lewd thoughts about other men from time to time. Especially since she made friendship with Jhansi. Though she never uttered or spoke lewd words like 'chodna', 'lund', 'chooth', 'mummay' etc like Jhansi did, Champa was always strangely excited when she heard about how other couples have sex with each other. But she was happy to just indulge in those fantasies mentally, and never ever wanted to be physically involved in with any other man -- though she could have easily slept with any man in the village for they were all lusting for her, including the thakur and Jhansi's husband Manu. Yet, Champa never really was so tempted by any other man so much that she would want to sleep with him.

But now, since all the incidents of that morning and having almost caught young Amit looking at her body, she was strangely aroused in her own way. She had never ever encountered a male like Amit in her life. All the men she knew were much older than her, and none of the younger boys in the village mattered to her in any way. She never thought that young boys had sexual feelings, atleast not for women as old as her. She thought only men over 20 had such thoughts and feelings.

Was the boy getting distracted by her? Should she walk away or...? Then she had an idea. She was anyway finished with sweeping the back yard. Why not she herself complete that task of breaking the coconuts? That would let the poor boy get back into the house and away from her.

Her whole body now slightly glistening with sweat, she walked upto Amit who had a hard time doing his work, while covering his raging hardon. And when she neared him, he got so nervous that he was almost afraid to look her in the eye. She spoke softly.

"Mein kar loongi Amit babu..."

"K... kya?"

"Aap uthiye aur andar jaaiye... mein kar loongi..."

Amit was stumped for any reaction. In front of him was the woman who had given him one of the biggest hardons of his young life, asking him to get up and he did not dare to. In fact, if he even moved an inch, he was sure his game would be up. He cursed himself endlessly for wearing just a sheer cotton pyjama that morning. He mumbled.

"Jee nahin... mein hi kar loonga..."

She smiled and spoke again.

"To phir theek hai... mein bhi karti hoon... kaam jaldi ho jaayega aur aap jaldi andar ja sakte hain..."

Saying so she sat down in front of him on the floor.

Amit was horrified beyond limit now. It was only a matter of time before the woman could see the bulge in his pyjamas. What would happen then? And how could he get up and walk into the house now? If his chachi caught him with a hardon he would die there of shame. His shirt was so short that it barely came to his crotch. There was only one thing to do now.

He got up holding a coconut in front of him and nervously mumbled to Champa without looking her in the eye.

"Achcha aap hi kar lo... mein zara peeche wahan tak jaake dekh aata hoon..."

And without even waiting for any reply, he walked away trying to hold the cocnut as casually as possible and briskly walked towards the cow stables at the back of the yard.

And as he neared the cowshed, his heart leapt in the biggest relief. He escaped barely! But he could not be more mistaken.

For in the moment that Amit got up for just the briefest second, Champa's eye caught the protrusion in the front of his thin pyjamas before he clumsily held the coconut there and walked away. Her mind went numb for a few moments. It seemed like he had stuffed some piece of wood in the front of his pyjama, and it protruded out monsterously...! Could it be...? But how could it be...? "Lekin itna bada kaise ho sakta hai...?" Champa's mind boggled at the thought. Her body was coursing with a strange new excitement. Then she thought. "Lekin aur kya ho sakta hai?" It had to be his... thing! Otherwise why would he hold up that coconut like that in front of him?

A slow sheen of heavy perspiration formed on her forehead now as her mind slowly started racing with thoughts. This young boy had been watching her all along and as a result he... his thing became like that? Did she do that to him? Was he aroused looking at her body? Did he find her attractive? But she was so much older to him...

With these thoughts, she turned to the direction of the cow shed and Amit was nowhere to be seen. Why did he go there? And where was he? Her heart beating wildly now, and getting curious, she looked into the house to see if Rani was anywhere around. Champa then saw Rani in the kitchen absorbed in her own thoughts while cooking.

With a new found daring that she never had before in her life, Champa made up her mind to quickly go and see where Amit had gone. Though common sense suggested that she stick around and attend to her work, some spark was ignited in her mind that made her curious about Amit. Champa now mopped her forehead with her pallu and slowly got up and started walking cautiously towards the shed. There was no one in sight and she then slowly started creeping up towards the side. Then she heard a small noise... like a grunt. She stopped at once, waiting for something to happen. Then she heard another muffled grunt. As though some one was having trouble breathing. Scared, but getting ever more curious she slowly took on step at a time along the side of the shed towards the noise which seemed to be coming from just a few feet away from the backside of the shed.

By now she knew that it was Amit making those noises and that he was at the back of the shed. And indeed it was. Young Amit was so much aroused by the presence of the voluptuos Champa around him that there was no way his raging hardon would soften if he did not jack off. And when he came to the shed a few minutes back, he found that there was no one around and the entire backside compound wall of the house was so high that no one could see him if he stood leaning against the back wall of the cowshed.

It was a perfect place for him to whip his cock out and jack off. In fact it had become his perfect pastime in the last one year since he discovered the pleasures of jacking off. He leaned against the back wall of the shed closed his eyes and imagined the beauty, gentleness and stacked womanly body of Champa. He saw her immense, soft breasts, the wide hips and her irresistible gaand moving in front of him. His cock throbbed violently at those thoughts and he started fisting it. And grunting.

Which was what caught Champa's attention. Her sweat had now started seeping out in a steady flow as she slowly edged her way along the side of the shed towards the back. And as she was about to cross the edge to walk to the back, a shadow caught her eye. The sun was reflected off a piece of glass on the other side of the shed and it cast the shadow of young Amit in the most betraying manner, unknown to him. Since the reflected light was falling on Amit from his side, and since he was standing very close to the corner of the shed at the back, his shadow was clearly formed on the ground and that was what caught Champa's eye. She could see the silhouette of his entire profile in the shadow from where she was standing without being seen by Amit.

And what a sight it was. She could clearly make out now from the sound of his moans and his slight build that the shadow belonged to Amit. He was moving his hand in front of himself in a blur and Champa was just left gaping! What was he doing? Why was he groaning and grunting? And then suddenly for a brief moment, Amit's hand moved away. And she saw it! She saw the protrusion that had tented his pyjama. Even the shadow looked somewhat menacing. It seemed like a chunk of wood that was rising up from his thighs! "Kya hai ye? Yeh ladka kiske saath khel raha hai?" That was the thought ringing in Champa's mind. And then as suddenly, again Amit's hand went back to hold that protrusion and his hand started moving in a blur. He started slowly moaning and grunting again. Champa put her hand to her mouth in disbelief at all that was happening!

She suddenly remembered what Jhansi had once told her. That the first sign of horny young boys is that they get their lunds hard at the slightest provocation and then they start to play with them... So, was this boy playing with his...? Champa's throat went dry at the thought. Was that thing he was holding his...?

And the next moment, Amit let out a grunt.

"Ughhghhhh..."

He was still wildly jerking his fist and his head was thrown back. And Champa could see some spouting from the tip of the protrusion. It went on and on for a about 15 seconds and slowly Amit's grunts came down. Champa just froze with her hand closed on her mouth, sweating and her eyes glazed with moistness.

The moment was suddenly broken by the loud voice of Rani.

"Arey Champa, udhar kya kar rahi ho?"

The voice was a shocker to both Amit and Champa. She suddenly turned towards the verandah at the back and found Rani walking towards her. Amit was so scared out of his wits that he quickly started wearing his clothes. Rani approached Champa and asked again suspicioualy.

"Idhar kya kar rahi ho?"

"jee kuch nahin..."

Champa started mopping her body with her pallu and tried to smile. Rani was surprised to see Champa's slightly disheveled state.

"Aur tumhe kya hogaya hai? Itna paseena... aur bahut thakhi hui lag rahi ho..."

"Jee kuch nahin. Mein to bilkul theek hoon..."

"Aur Amit kahan gaya? Tumne dekha usko?"

"Ji... nahin..."

Hearing all this, frantically, Amit had managed to wear his clothes, though his erection had still not gone down completely. But in his desperation, as he had to get out of there at any cost, he walked out with both his hands in front. He was sweating too and out of breath. Rani was shocked to see him coming from behind the shed.

"Beta tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho?"

"Ji chachi... mein bas aise hi dekhne aaya tha..."

He then walked away without making any eye contact with either of them. The poor innocent boy heaved a sigh of relief that he was not caught in the act by either of these women and was thankful it was such a close call. Not realizing in his wildest dreams that the sly Champa now knew fairly well what he had been up to, and even as he walked past her eyes darted for just a fraction of a second to his hands that he held in front of his pants. His pants had a slight tent that even both his hands could not cover, and a thrill went up her body as she realized it. She took a deep breath to calm herself.

Unaware of the silent tensions in both Champa and Amit, Rani quickly spoke to the young boy walking away.

"Beta Amit, 20 minute mein khana laga rahi hoon. Tum baaki ke naariyal thod sakte ho ya mein Champa se karwaaun?"

"Jee chachi... mein kar loonga..."

He walked away and Rani turned to Champa.

"Ab tum bhi chalo... aur apne marad ko bulaao... dono aa jana khane ke liye..."

Champa nodded and Rani left towards the house. Champa stood there till Rani went out of her sight and then looked towards Amit who had already started breaking the cocnuts. She stood for a couple of moments and then slowly walked to the back of the cowshed to the spot where Amit probably was standing earlier.

In a state of excitement, her sharp eyes started scanning the ground and then her eyes froze. On the ground about four feet from the edge of the wall was something slimy, wet and milky. She walked to the spot and bent down. It looked like someone had spilled a big glass of milk on the ground.

Her heart beating wildly, Champa reached down and dabbed at the muddy wetness. She looked around to see if anyone was approaching. Then she took her finger and put it to her nose. It was the more the smell of mud and earth than anything else, but her nostrils also registered the strong smell of cum -- the first time in her life that she was smelling it -- as she never ever smelled her husband's cum, though he always wanted Champa to taste his cum. But she always refused because she felt it was too dirty to smell ort taste it, though Jhansi always talked about drinking the cum of men's cocks.

The smell of cum worked like an aphrodisiac for her, and though she had never smelt it before, the fragrance worked on her mind as well as her desires. Champa clearly understood what young Amit had been upto. She got up and stated walking as her mind raced with many thoughts. She remembered once a conversation she had with Jhansi about her [Jhansi's] devar once.

"Satrah saal ka ladka hai... lekin Hamesha apna lund hilata rehta hai..."

"Kya? Lekin kyon Jhansi?"

"Arey... ye chokre log hamesha ladki ke baarein mein sochte rehte hain... ya ladkiyon ki nangi tasveer dekhte rehte hain... aur jab koi ladki nahin milti... tab apne haath se kaam chala lete hain... nahin to lund khada hi rehta hai..."

"Chee... kya gandi baat hai..."

"Arey... mera devar to mujhe dekhkar bhi chup chup kar lund hilaane chala jaata hai... tabhi ek din meine usko pakda..."
Champa now remembered this talk and a jolt of excitement went up her body. "So was Amit looking at her and then his lund got...? And what was he doing behind the shed? Kya ye ladka apna... woh hilaane aaya tha? Kya woh mujhe dekhkar itna uthsukh hua tha ki uska... khada ho gaya?"

She came out from behind the shed and looked at the young boy engrossed in his work. He seemed to have got the hang of the work and he was fast finishing his task. He seemed so innocent and sweet. Champa's mind raced again with thoughts.

"Kya yeh ladka ladkiyon ke baarein mein sochne laga hai? Lekin mein to aurat hoon. Is se bahut badi hoon... kya yeh ladka mera jism ko dekhkar...?"

Champa's mind was on the brink of somehow finding out now. Curiosity was killing her. She just wanted to find out if the boy did all that because of her. That's all. And if yes, then she would be very careful with him from then on. Just confirm once what was on his mind and then taking precautions if necessary. "Agar meri wajah se ladka uthsukh ho raha hai to mujhe pata hona chahiye... taaki mein ahinda sambhalkar rahoon..." And her mind thought of a plan as she walked up to Amit.

Seeeing her approach, Amit looked up. She smiled and spoke softly.

"Amit babu... mein yaheen kuen [water well] ke paas ja rahi hoon... bahut garam hai aaj aur kaafi paseena chooth raha hai. Isliye mein thoda naha loon... Agar malkin poochi to kahe dena ki abhi 5 minute mein waapas aajaaoongi..."

"Th... theek hai..."

As he bent his head down shyly, her gaze lingered on him for just a second and she walked away from him. This time deliberately swaying her big ass more than normal as she walked away. And Amit looked at that alluring mound of flesh from the corner of his eyes and felt the blood surge again.

She suddenly turned around and caught him looking at her. A startled Amit at once averted his eyes and pretended to be busy with work. She smiled, probably confirming to herself that he was indeed interested in her body. But she was still not sure.

Champa walked to the large well which was about 15 meters away from the house and surrouneded by tall bushes all around it. But she cunningly stood at a spot that was in a straight line to where Amit was sitting. And a small partition in the bushes ensured that everytime there was a breeze, the bushes would sway and Amit could get a glimpse of her for a couple of seconds. But she was careful to stand in such a way that no one from the house could see her, as there were a few tall bushes that blocked the view if anyone were to look from inside the house. She loosened her hair and started sprinkling the water on herself, over her clothes.

In two minutes her entire body was drenched with water and her cotton clothes clung to her body like a second skin. And from 15 meters away, Amit was spellbound. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that a woman could be built like that. Though Champa was a little short, she more than made up for it by the curves of her body. She had always known it. And she slyly looked in Amit's direction and her heart raced when she found that he had completely stopped work and was looking blatantly in her direction.

Breathing heavily, she grew a little more bolder and poured more water on her, turning around and sideways so that he could see her from all angles. Amit's lund was now beginning to twitch and throb wildly. And he was frustrated that he was not able to see her clearly for more than 2 or 3 seconds at a stretch. His hand automatically went to his crotch and he was trying to release the stiffening slab of meat from getting wedged between his thighs. And Champa on her part was also trying to steal glances at him, to see what he was doing, but it was her turn to get frustrated as she was also not able to see very clearly what he was upto. She could make out that one of his hands went to his pants, but that was it.

Inside the house, Rani got impatient when Champa did not turn up, nor did she hear the noise of cocnuts breaking by Amit. She walked into the backyard to find that Amit, with his back turned to her on the cot, was sitting still as a statue and looking at something. And he seemed to be scratching at something in front of his pants. "Yeh ladka kya kar raha hai... aur kahan kho gaya hai?" And she looked in the direction of his gaze and looked towards the well. That was when she heard the slight sound of water from there, and as she quietlky walked closer to Amit she could see more and more that there was someone at the well.

Amit was so engrossed in drinking in Champa's voluptuous physical charms, that he did not hear the shuffle of his aunt's feet as she came closer. And when she came close enough, she saw that it was Champa at the well. She was shocked at the state in which Champa was. "Yeh paagal aurat is waqt naha rahi hai? Aur ise ho kya gaya hai? Khuli aangan mein masti se naha rahi hai..." Rani could not ignore the fact that Champa's body was on spectacular display and then it hit her. "Aur... yeh ladka Amit usko dekh raha hai... he bhagwan..." She was unable to control herself and shouted.

"CHAMPA..."

Amit was startled out of his wits and he at once removed his hand from his crotch and turned around to see his aunt quickly walking towards Champa, angrily.

"Champa... tumhe sharam nahin aati... is samay aise nahate hue?"

Champa was shocked too and scared out of her wits. She quickly reached out for one of her old sarees that she had placed on the wall of the well for drying only that morning and covered her body with it.

"Jee... malkin... bahut garmi hai aaj... aur haath pair thode gande ho gaye the..."

Seeing her scared face, Rani being a gentle woman at heart, cooled down a little. But she still was a little angry.

"To phir peeche bathroom mein chali jaati... yahan kisi ne tumhe aise dekh liya to..."

"Jeee... mein soch rahi thi ki ghar mein saare aadmi bahar gaye hue hain... isliye..."

"Arey Champa... samjha karo... shahar se ladka aaya hua hai... tumhe is halat mein usne dekh liya to kya sochega?"

"Jee... maaf kar dijiye..."

Rani had cooled down a little more. She shook her head and muttered.

"Achcha theek hai... tum jaldi se tayyar ho jao aur apne marad ko dhoondo. Pehle mein Amit ko khana lagaaungi... tume dono uske baad aana... samjhi?"

"jee malkin..."

Rani turned back and walked towards Amit who by now had almost completed his work. And he was lost in his own whirl of thoughts. "Had Rani chachi seen him looking at Champa? Had she seen him handle his crotch? Was she angry with him?"

As she approached, the nervousness on his face was apparent to Rani. She smiled at him.

"Beta Amit... tumne to bahut jaldi seekh liya ye kaam..."

He was immensely reliueved to hear her talk like that. She was not angry with him. He smiled a little.

"Jee chachi... aur do minute mein poora kar doonga..."

"Nahin beta... koi zaroorat nahin... tum ab utho aur khana khane chalo... baaki ka kaam mein kisi aur se karwa loongi..."

She put her hand on his shoulder and patted him. He obediently got up and she patted his cheek.

"Jaao... mun haath dhoke aao..."

"jee chachi..."

He walked away with mixed feelings of relief and guilt. But unknown to Amit, Rani was starting to get worried now. So much had happened since morning that she did not have any clue as to how to make sense out of everything and how to handle the situation. She shrugged and went on to set the table for lunch.

In a few minutes, Amit was having lunch. But his condition was very unenviable. Being the only male in the house, and Rani chachi being pretty much traditional in her approach to her household responsibilities, she insisted that he first have lunch, and then only will she have later. Left with no option, and still guilty about all that happened before lunch, Amit quietly sat at the dining table.

Rani chachi served Amit, placed a few rotis in his plate and ruffled his hair affectionately.

"Beta... sharmao mat. Theek say khao..."

"Ji..."

And he slowly started eating. So as not to make the boy feel nervous while eating with her presence so close to him, Rani chachi thought it would be a good time to dust the showcases in the dining room while the boy was having lunch. She picked up a duster and went to a nearby showcase and started dusting and rearranging some objects there. The showcase was about ten feet away from where Amit sat. As he started eating, her train of thoughts continued again about what she saw before lunch.

She was pretty much sure that young Amit was looking at Champa as she was having her bath. In fact, Rani herself was surprised at seeing the awesome body of Champa a few minutes ago. She always knew that Champa was fleshy and curvy, but she was always dressed carefully so as to cover herself modestly. However, the effect of wet clothes clinging to her body left nothing to imagination. Any man would get excited by such a body... and no wonder young Amit was probably looking at her. "Lekin Amit to sirf 15 saal ka hai... aur kitna massom hai... kya woh kisi aurat ko us nazar se dekh sakta hai... woh bhi jo uski umar se itni badi ho?"

She looked up in a mirror attached to the showcase to look at Amit, and he was again lost in something as he was slowly eating. She found him sweet and innocent. "Nahin... yeh ladka seedha dekhkar bhi baat nahin karta hai... to kaise ek nahaati hui aurat ko dekhega...?" She went back to dusting, with her back turned to Amit.

And oblivious to her thoughts, Amit was actually lost in gazing at his chachi's awesome, fleshy ass as she was dusting. He just could not help it. The green chiffon saree clung so nicely to her form and d****d so perfectly around her, that he just could not help it. Her round ass looked so much bigger than even Champa's... and so much fuller. The sight was intoxicating to his senses. And as she slowly bent forward or leaned sideways while dusting, Amit could feel intense throbbing in his balls and cock. He was eating absent mindedly while his eyes kept darting and lingering on his voluptuous chachi's massive ass. The throbbing in his lund increased and he looked away to have some semblance of control, while pressing down on his lund in a childish, desperate attempt to drive the blood out of his cock.

Rani chachi, still slowly dusting, looked up again in the mirror to see if he was eating properly. At that instant, again, Amit looked at her ass. It was a straight, direct look that zeroed in right on her ass. And it was exactly similar to the expression he had on his face when he was looking at Champa bathing. Rani could never forget that glazed look of Amit as though he was in a trance. It was the same look again now. Suddenly a little conscious, Rani took a step to the side, and she saw in the reflection that his eyes moved along with her body.

Amit was completely unaware that his chachi could see him clearly in the mirror in front of her. It took a few seconds for her to realize what was happening. "Yeh ladka kya dekh raha hai...?" She moved some more to her side and sure enough, young Amit's eyes followed her ass. When the realization struck her, she was numbed. "Yeh ladka to meri... yeh to meri... wahan to nahin dekh raha hai... he bhagwan... kya ho gaya hai ise?"

Numbed by the sudden realization, Rani could not act or think for a few seconds. She again looked up in the mirror and sure enough, young Amit was still staring transfixed at her back. He was hardly eating. "Yeh ladka mujhe aisa kyon dekh raha hai... galat baat hai..." Rani's heart was beating fast and her mind got clouded as she did not know what to do. And to her great relief then, Champa walked in.

"Malkin... mera marad to cinema dekhne chala gaya hai... abhi to nahin lautega..."

Amit was also alerted by her presence and her put his head down and started eating his food quickly and quietly.

Rani turned around, and saw that Amit was now just not looking up anymore. She turned to Champa.

"Achah theek hai... tum rasoi mein chalo mein tumhe khana deti hoon..."

And as she walked out of the room, she was relieved, but also suddenly consciuous of the eyes of young Amit on her large, bouncy ass as she walked away.

In a few minutes, Amit quickly finished his lunch and walked into the kitchen with his plate just as Rani chachi was distributing the food to Champa. He stood at the entrance of the kitchen and spoke softly.

"Chachi... mein ise kahan rakhoon..."

Rani looked around and shook her head.

"Beta... thali ko table pe hi rakh dena tha... mein utha leti..."

"Ji... koi baat nahin..."

"Lo mujhe de do... aur ahinda ye sab kaam mujh par chod do..."

She took the plate from him, suddenly again conscious that this young boy was secretly looking at her body just a few minutes ago. Then she quickly spoke.

"Beta... abhi do pahar ko tum aaraam karo oopar apne kamre mein... phir shaam ko mein tumhe neeche bulaati hoon..."

"Jee..."

And he silentlt slid off, relieved to be all by himself for at least a couple of hours. Champa also by now left the kitchen and now as Rani started to have her lunch, her mind started dwelling on all the unbelievable incidents of the day. So much had taken place that Rani's mind was confused and tired, yet curious too.

First, the conversations between Champa and Jhansi were so blatantly sexual in a way that she never thought possible that married women would speak like that to each other no matter how uneducated or crude they were. They were talking about Amit and his...! That itself was so unbelievable to Rani. Then she saw Amit trying to look at Champa as she was taking a bath and finally she saw him looking at her ...! The thought itself made her squirm and she quickly reached out for a glass of water.

But then when she thought of the boy Amit, it seemed that all this was not possible. After all he was just 15 years old and so innocent looking. He was sweet in his talking and so well behaved. Was she wrong in judging the incidents that took place? Maybe she was so influnced by the talk of Champa and Jhnansi in the morning that she imagined that Amit also was behaving strangely. The thought gave her a lot of relief suddenly. She felt so motherly and affectionate towards the young boy all of a sudden. He must be going through so much trouble back home with the fight between his parents... he needs a lot of love and support from her. Wit this thought, she started quickly finishing her lunch, happy and convinced that nothing was wrong with the young boy.

About half an hour later, she was sitting in front of the tv watching some afternoon serial when Champa walked in sheepishly and sat on the floor a few feet away. This was normal as Champa and Rani always watched these serials together in the afternoons when all the housework was done and the men had gone out on some work or the other. Rani looked at her.

"Kya hua Champa... aaj aane mein der kar di... 10 minute to chala gaya kahaani mein..."

Champa was slightly nervous.

"Jee malkin... kuch nahin... apna marad ko khana khila rahi thi... woh abhi aya tha..."

Rani nodded and turned back to the TV. Both watched silently for a while, and during the break, Champa spoke a little hesitatntly.

"Malkin... kya mailk log pahunch gaye honge?"

"Haan... pahunch gaye... tum to jaanti ho na, Jhansi ka marad kitna tej chalata hai gaadi... meri abhi 10 minute pehle Vishal se baat hui..."

Champa's face lit up a little. But she spoke hesitantly again.

"Malkin... mujhe Jhansi ke saat kuch jaroori baat karni hai... kya mein aapka phone istamaal kar sakti hoon?"

"Haan... le lo... lekin baat jaldi khatam karna..."

Saying this, Rani gave her cellphone lying nearby to Champa. As Champa was walking out, Rani asked.

"lekin Jhansi kaise baat karegi? Uske paas to phone nahin hai..."

"Ji... uske marad ke paas hai..."

Rani nodded and went back to her TV. The serial started again, and she got so engrossed that she did not reliaze that Champa had not returned even after 10 minutes. Curious, she went to the back yard and looked around but could not find her. Shrugging she went to the kitchen for some water. Then she heard faintly, Champa's voice. It was coming from out side the closed kitchen window where she had stood earlier in the morning.

In an instant, Rani's heart started thumping. All the recollections of the morning came flooding back to her and she slowly inched forward towards the window to hear better what was happening. As she went very close to the window, she heard Champa's excited whisper.

"Arre chup kar Jhansi... mujhe us ladke ke saath kuch nahin karna hai..."

Then there was a pause. Then again Champa.

"Nahin main jhooth nahin bol rahi... Mein tumko ye sab bata rahi hoon isliye ki mujhe sirf ye yakeen karna hai ki woh mujhe aisa kyon dekh raha tha..."

Then Chmpa giggled again.

"Chee nahin Jhansi nahin... mujhe usko woh... cheez dehne mein koi dilchaspi nahin hai... kya gandi baat karti ho..."

Then another pause and by now Rani was utterly flummoxed at the conversation. Champa spoke again.

"Arey nahin Jhansi... woh to sirf 15 saal ka ladka hain... mein kyon uska... dekhna chahoongi? Chal mein phone rakhti hoon tu aise hi baat karegi to..."

Then Champa giggled again.

"Nahin... mujhe koi tarkeeb nahin chahiye... mujhe to sirf tumko bataana tha ki subah se ye sab hua tha... bas aur kuch nahin..."

Then a pause and again Champa.

"Phir do din tak phone pe baat nahin kar sakegi? Kyon?"

Then a pause. And again Champa sepaks.

"Achcha tumhara marad kahin aur jaa raha hai... theek hai...to ab mein kya karoon jaldi bol. Nahin to malkin aa jayegi..."

Rani could not believe that Champa, her maid whom she had known for 6 years now and was so docile, was behaving like this. Champa spoke again.

"Achcha achcha theek hai... tum jeet gayi meri maa... main maanti hoon... mujhe... mujhe uska woh dekhna hai... lekin bas ek baar..."

Rani was shocked. Her mind went blank. Then Champa spoke again.

"Haan... meri maa, haan... khade huye dekhna chahati hoon... ab khush?"

Rani's throat went dry. And her heart started thumping. After a few seconds, Champa spoke again.

"Sirf ek tareeka hai? Kya...?"

Then she speaks again.

"Lekin... ghar mein hamesha malkin rehti hai... achcha... mauka dekh kar usko lalchaaon? Uske saamne thoda pallu giraaoon? Aur? Achcha... aisa karne se... woh phir se kahin chupkar apna us... sey khelne lagega? Aur phir?"

Rani who was listening to all this with increasing anger suddenly decided to put a stop to the talk. She shouted out from the kitchen.

"Arey Champa... kahaan ho tum? Champa..."

Scared out of her wits, Champa instantly switched off the phone and started running back around the kitchen into the house. Rani was waiting for her in the kitchen when she came in. Rani was angry.

"Kahaan gayi thi? Aur kitni der phone par baat kar rahi thi?"

"Ji... maalkin... maaf kar dijiye... number nahin lag raha tha..."

Rani stared at her not knowing whether to confront her or just ignore everything. She just reached out her hand.

"Lo... phone mujhe de do aur jao..."

Champa quietly gave the phone and walked away towards the outhouse.

Rani was terribly affected by what she heard just now. She had to get a hold on herself and think this clearly now. She walked to the living room, switched off the TV and sat down on her favorite chair. The first thing she realzed was that there was no doubt anymore that Champa has also noticed something about the way Amit was looking at her. Which means even her own doubts about Amit were not wrong. So... it was sure for now that young Amit was looking at the bodies of both Champa as well as herself.

But what was his intention? Was it just innocent looking, because he was never so close to any women or girls, or was he really looking them with something in his mind... like... Oh no! That cant be. "Ek 15 saal ka ladka aise kaise soch sakta hai? Woh bhi shaadi shuda auraton ke barien mein... aur mein to uski chachi hoon... nahin! Aisa nahin ho sakta hai... lakin agar Champak o bhi lagta hai ki Amit usko dekh raja tha... to phir kuch to sachaayi hogi..."
By now she agreed that perhaps young Amit was probably looking at both of them in a way that he should not. That was the first conclusion she made. Then came the difficult part. Why were the woman talking so much about him? Amit was just 15, so even if he was looking at women, perhaps it was because of his young age and he did not know better. But Champa and Jhansi were grown, married and reposnible women. They should not be talking about Amit in such a manner. Her mind boggled when she tried to recollect details of their conversation. They were talking so much about his... his... Oh God! How can they do that?

She never expected that Champa would ever be capable of such thoughts. And what she heard her talk on the phone, prompted her to come to another conclusion. She must keep Champa out of Amit's way, till she found a way to manage the whole situation. Once her husband and son returned, she would send Amit away to her brother-in-law's house where he would be safe from these lecherous women.

The first thing she decided to do was to not let Champa do any of the household work for the next 4-5 days till everyone returned. That way, Champa would just take care of the backyard work, and not have to enter the house. And she would also keep Amit away from the backyard and out of Champa's sight. Rani decided she would easily manage all the household work, as there were just two people in the hosue. And she would also not let Champa speak on the phone again, till everyone returned. And once that happened, she would fire Jhansi from the job, so that she could no more influence Champa with her dirty talk.

And the third conclusion she made was that she had to determnine the truth of why Amit was looking at women who were old enough to be his mother. It was wrong and he had to be corrected right now, at this young age. But she had to be sure of what he was upto, and she decided that if she caught him again looking at her, she will surely have to scold him if necessary.

By evening, she gave the necessary instructions to Champa, who was highly disappointed at the strict demnanour of Rani, but dared not question anything. Champa quietly went away, resigned to her fate. That done, Rani now went up to Amit's room to call him down for evening coffee and some snacks. As she slowly walked into his room, she found that Amit was sleeping deeply, and was lying face down on the cot. She wanted to wake him up, but seeing that he was completely immersed in sleep, decided to walk away and come back after half an hour.

As she was walking out, she quickly glanced around the newly painted room and found that Amit had still not unpacked his bag and his belongings were all sprayed around messily in one corner of the room, where the painters had put the remaining paint boxes and paint brushes. There were a couple of shirts lying on top of his bags, then his shoes were lying around, powder box, hair gel, wet towel etc. She decided that she would neatly arrange everything quietly in a cupboard before waking him up.

As she quickly started picking up all the toiletries like powder, comb, hair gel etc, accidentally she knocked over the table where the painters had kept their materials. The next instant everything on the table tumbled down onto the bag and the floor. It made a big noise, and Amit woke up with a start. Rani was suddenly aghast to find that the paint completely leaked out and were all over the bag, and all over Amit's belongings inside the bag.

"He bhagwan..."

She gasped and tried to pull out the paint boxes, and it ended up in more piant splashing over the rest of his clothes. In less than a minute, all of Amit's clothes were sticky and stained with paint except those that were lying outside earlier.

Amit by now got up and ran over to Rani chachi.

"K... Kya hua chachi?"

"Beta... sorry... lekin ye dekho tumhare saare kapde kharab ho gaye..."

She quickly reached into the bag and pulled out his clothes and was aghast to find that most of the clothes were stained. Amit was also now complete;ly shaken out of his sleep and was at a loss what to say or do.

"Ji chachi... k... koi baat nahin..."

He also bent down to see the extent of damage. Except for a pair of socks and a belt, everything was damaged. Rani chachi saw the disappointment and helplessness in his face and felt guilty that she was careless in this happening.

"Beta... mein inko dry cleaning ke liye bhej doongi... 3-4 din mein bilkul theek ho jayenge... tab tak hum tumhare liye naye kapde khareed lenge... sorry..."

"Koi baat nahin chachi... naye kapdon ki zaroorat nahin hai..."

"Lekin tab tak kya pehanoge beta?"

He looked around and spotted a couple of his shirts.

"Ji... ye t-shirts aur... mein adjust kar loonga... koi baat nahin... lekin mujhe naye kapde nahin chahiye..."

She smiled at his innocence and patted his head.

"Achcha ek kaam karenge. Mein tumhe aaj ke liye Vishal kuch kapde deti hoon. Agar tumhe fit hue to pehan lena... nahin to kal hum bazaar jayenge. Theek?"

"Ji... uski bhi zaroorat nahin..."

She got up along with him and spoke now a little more sternly.

"Arey mein keha rahi hoon na? Aaj ke liye Vishal ke kapde pehan lo tum."

Amit now nodded because it also made sense. Except for the pyjamas he was wearing, and 2-3 shirts, there was nothing else he could wear. She again smiled.

"Kal laundry wala aake tumhare kapde le jaayega. Abhi tum neeche chalo. Thoda naashta kar lo... aur phir mein tumhe Vishal ke kapde deti hoon."

He nodded.

Ten minutes later, Amit had finished a wonderful evening snack consisting of coffee, samosas and some burfis. As he was washing his hands, Rani chachi spoke to him.

"Beta abhi hum upar chalenge. Mein Vishal ke kamre mein jaati hoon aur tum apne kamre mein jao aur naap [measurement] ke liye tumhara ek pant, shirt, banian sab lao. Unke hisaab se mein Vishal ke kapde tumhare liye nikaalke deti hoon..."

"Lekin chachi... kapde ke upar to paint..."

"Arey koi baat nahin... unme se jin par bhi kam paint gira ho woh leke aana... sirf naap ke liye... ab jaldi chalo."

She started walking in front of him, and he was following her meekly. This time however, he was careful to not look at her magnificient swaying ass right in front of him, as he remembered all the close calls the whole day of him being almost caught looking at her. He determinedly did not look in her direction, and kept his eyes down though her ass was so fleshy and round that he could see its alluring, round form moving ahead of him from the corner of his eye. He did not look in her direction.

For her part, Rani chachi was also relieved that she did not catch or sense Amit looking at her the way he did at lunch time. She felt better now, and if Amit continued the same way, there would be no more problems and tension for her. Once they reached the first floor, she went into Vishal's room, while Amit walked into his room. He looked in his bag among the stained clothes and managed to pick one each of the least stained pant, shirt and banian.

He then went to Vishal's room where Rani chachi had opened one of the cupboards and was waiting for him. He gave her his clothes that he had got and she spent the next few minutes trying to find a match from Vishal's old clothes to see which would fit best. She was an expert in stitching, so even if the clothes were slightly bigger, she could make adjustments with a few stitches here and there. After a while she finally came up with a pair of cotton shorts and two shirts.

"Tumhaare size ka pant to bilkul nahin mila Amit beta... Aur ye shorts aur kameez bhi tumhare size se thode bade hain. Ek baar pahen ke dekhlo. Agar pasand aaye to size mein bilkul theek kar doongi. Aur pasand nahin aaye to kal market jaakar naye khareedenge..."

Amit quietly took the clothes. And was about to walk out when Rani chachi spoke again.

"Beta Amit... ruko. Abhi banian bhi deti hoon... lekin... beta tumne apna koi... woh... ladke jo pehante hain... woh... nahin diya?"

"Ji? Kya?"

She was a little hesistant.

"Wohi... naap ke liye tumne banian to diya... lekin apna koi... wohi... neeche pehante ho na?... woh nahin diya..."

Amit was shellshocked. His chachi, his beautiful chachi, was asking about his underwear. He started breaking into a thin sweat and he tunred around at her blankly.

"Ji... mein... woh... uski koi zaroorat nahin?"

"Kya?"

"Ji... aap sirf banian de dijiya... aur kuch nahin chahiye..."

"Lekin bete... tum kya pehanoge... wahan?"

He wanted to just die now. He did not know where to hide or what to say. Somehow he had to get out of the situation. He just mumbled a desperate answer.

"Ji... to phir kuch bhi de dijiye... mein pahen loonga..."

She realized that the young boy was feeling extremely shy, and that he was nervous talking about his underclothes. She found his innocence appealing again, but she also knew that it was healthy for growing boys to wear undergarments... her mother used to tell her the same thing when Vishal was in his teens. Growing boys would need a good underwear to absorb sweat as well as give protection there. So though the situation was delicate, Rani chachi decided that it was in the best interest of Amit that he not feel shy and wear something inside. She spoke with a smile, but sternly.

"Bete sharmaane ki koi baat nahin... Tumhare umar mein sabhi ladke pehante hain na? Aur tum to mere liye mere Vishal jaise ho... mere saamne kya sharmaana? Jaao, aur apna ek... woh leke aao..."

Meekly, and left with no option, Amit walked back to his room and returned with a slightly paint-stained underwear. It was what is commonly called J-trunk [ it is designed for men with hydrocil problems, or black men use it a lot in the US. The pouch of the underwear is very big, compared to a regular underwear, to accommodate a large cock and balls].

As he handed it over to her, Rani chachi took it in her hands and then after a second realized that it did not look normal. Her gaze went down to the pouch of the underwear and she looked at it in disbelief. It was like a small bag that hung down low as though it was used to carrying the weight of some heavy round object. She picked up one of Vishal's old underwears and measured it against the one that Amit just got. While the waist size of Vishal was more, the pouch of Amit's underwear was rounder and hung down about four inches more than Vishal's. She did not understand, and looked up at a nervous Amit.

"Beta... yeh pehante ho tum?"

"Ji..."

"Lekin yeh to... Vishal ka... us sey kaafi bada hai..."

"Ji... koi baat nahin..."

Amit was however dying of shame that his personal matters were being discussed like this with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. No man or boy would ever want to talk about such shameful things with another boy, leave alone such a woman. He was cursing his fate that he had to be in this situation, not knowing what to say or where to go. Rani again looked down at the underwear in disbelief and then it struck her that perhaps she could find a suitable underwear in her husband's cupboard, as he was much bigger in size. The waist could always be adjusted with a few stitches, at least for the time being. She turned to Amit.

"Beta mein abhi aati hoon... tum apne kamre mein intezaar karo..."

Amit just ran out and went into his room, in sheer relief.

Rani now went into the master bedroom and opened her husband's cupboard. She pulled out a couple of underwears and measured them against Amit's underwear. She was shocked at what she saw again. The waist of her husband's underwear was very much larger than even Vishal's, but when it came to the pouch, Amit's underwear was still hanging down about four inches more than her husbnad's. Which meant that in terms of height or size of the pouch, both her husband's and Vishal's were the same. But Amit's pouch size was much, much bigger.

But how could it be? He was thinner and shorter than both her husband and Vishal! Then how could it be that... What did it mean? And then in a flash, she remembered what Champa was saying to Jhansi in the morning. "Is ladke ka... sirf knicker ke upar se dekha... bahut bada laga mujhe..." A cold numbness swept up Rani's body as she remembered those words. Then Jhansi saying to Champa later. "Us chokre ka lund to dheela tha... lekin maine zindagi mein itna bada..." Oh god! So was it true what those women were talking about?

Rani's heart was now racing. She was holding the underwear of her 15 year old nephew in her hand, and it seemed that all that she heard in the morning about Amit might all be true. But feeling guilty suddenly, that she was giving importance to such dirty talk, she brushed aside all those thoughts. So what was she to do now? There was no way that any underwear of either Vishal or her husband could match up to Amit's. The only option was to buy him a new set of underwear the next day, because to wait till his clothes were drycleaned and brought back would take about 3-4 days minimum. She decided that the next day, she would send Champa's husband with Amit to the market and make sure that he buys some underwear that fits him well.

But what was Amit to wear till the next day atleast? The one she was holding in her hand was so badly damaged and stained that she could not even hurriedly wash it and give to him. All the rest of his clothes would be in far worse condition. "Lekin abhhi to woh neeche kuch pehana hoga. Sirf ek din ki baat hai. Kal tak wohi pehan sakta hai..." She thought, and finally walked out of the room.

Inside Amit's room, the nervous boy had just completed trying on the shirts that his chachi had given him. They were a little big, but good enough to wear. His mind was also reeling in thoughts. Things had been so embarrassing for him the whole day, and there were such extremes of experiences that he was totally confused and even slightly scared about what might be coming next. He should never have agreed to spend his vacation at the village. He cursed himself for the millionth time as his chachi walked in. She came close to him as he got up, and spoke a little hesitatntly.

"Beta... tumhara size ka... woh... mujhe nahin mila. Abhi jo pehane ho... us sey kal tak kaam chalaa sakte ho na?"

Amit's face turned beet red in shame. Only he knew that he was wearing no underwear that day. He made the greatest mistake of his young life that day, by not wearing any underwear thinking he could stay up in his room all by himself. And since morning, he had nothing but trouble because of that. Even after lunch, he was so exhausted and tensed up by the happenings of the day that as soon as he went up to his room, he just fell asleep. He always slept without his underwear because only he knew the discomfrt of wearing an underwear, beiang endowed as he was. In fact, he was ashamed of the size of his penis, as it acused so much tightness and strain in his crotch and he had take extra effort to see that its size was not revealed to anyone. And atleast when he slept, he wanted some freedom and lightness there. So he never wore an underwear while he slept. And when he got up from his sleep because of Rani chachi's small accident, there was hardly any time for him to wear an underwear. So when she asked him the question, "Abhi jo pehane ho... us sey kal tak kaam chalaa sakte ho na?", only he knew that he was wearing no underwear. But he looked down and mumbled.

"Ji... bilkul..."

She patted his face and smiled.

"Theek hai. Kal Gopal [Champa's husband] tumhe market le jaayega... aur tum apni pasand ki... khareed lena."

"Ji..."

Then she looked at the shirt he was wearing and smiled again.

"Arey wah... yeh to bahut achcha lag raha hai..."

She reached out and held the seam a little at the bottom.

"Shaayad yahan par thoda stitching karna padega..."

She bent a little, and folded the bottom seam of the shirt a little and nodded. In doing so, the pallu of her chiffon saree was stretched tightly to its limit by her enormous breasts as they thrust forward. Amit just looked up, not ever wanting to be caught looking at any woman in the household again. After a coiuple of seconds she nodded her head and spoke again.

"Theek hai... yeh mein kar loongi. Tum utaarke dedo mujhe... baaki ke do shirts bhi isee size ke hain. Sabko aise hi stitch kar doongi... "

He was relieved that she was finished.

"Ji..."

She stood up straight now, and Amit could see that her breasts were still stretching her saree to the limit. His mind shuddered, and he looked away for distraction. Oblivious to his thoughts, Rani chachi put her hand on her hips in mock anger.

"Ab utaaro bhi... mujhse kya sharmaana beta?"

A lump was struck in Amit's throat. How could he take his shirt off in front of her? And the way wshe was standing just two feet in front of him, like a goddess, was too much for Amit. He again mumbled.

"Ji? Abhi?"

"Nahin to? Shirt utaarne ke liye muhurath thode hi nikaalte hain?"

She laughed. Her beautiful features looked even more enticing because of the affectionate manner. He shrugged.

"Ji nahin..."

And he quickly took a deep breath and removed his shirt. The first thing that caught Rani chachi's eyes was the amount of hair on young Amit's chest. It had probably begun sprouting about a year or two ago, but it was thick and dark. It was smattered across his chest, and made a very thick trail down his abdomen and disappeared into the waistband of his pyjamas. She was struck by the amount of hair on his body, and averted her eyes.

Amit on his part was also extremely conscious of the amount of hair he had on his body, and he quickly gave the shirt to her. She smiled and took it and walked away.

He was about to wear one of his regular shirts, when she suddenly turned around. Her eyes fell on Vishal's shorts [that Amit had put on the bed] that she had given him earlier.

"Beta lekin tumne woh knicker nahin pehana... Woh bhi tumhaare liye thode bade honge. Ek baar pehankar dikhao. Sabhi ko ek baar stitch kar deti hoon..."

Amit was utterly helpless and he had by now utterly given up on trying to argue with his chachi. He realized now that there was no point protesting about anything. In her affection and concern, Rani chachi was going to have her way no matter what he was going to say. Better do as she says and get it over with, he thought. He just shrugged.

"Ji... mein... aap ek minute ke liye..."

She nodded cheerfully.

"Mein yaheen bahar hoon..."

He quickly removed the pyjama and looked at the shorts lying on the cot deciding which to wear first. Both were cream/white and were made of thin, light cotton. He picked one and wore it. The waist again was loose, and the length came to about his knees. He then started trying the other one.

Standing outside, Rani chachi suddenly had an idea. Why not just take Amit's waist measurement and then stitch to that size instead of embarrassing him by asking him to wear and try the shorts? It would save him a lot of embarrassment. Thinking so, she walked into the room speaking softly.

"Beta Amit... mein ek minute ke liye andar aa sakti hoon?"

And without waiting for any reply, she just walked in. Young Amnit got the shock of his life, as she walked in unexpectedly. Luckily, he had just worn the other shorts and so was saved the embarssment of being caught with his pants down. He just held on tightly to the waist and looked at her in a misture of shock and shame.

"Chachi... aap... meine abhi nahin pehana hai..."

She looked at the fear in his voice and expression and felt sorry for him.

"Sorry bete... mein to yeh bolne aayi thi ki..."

And then she stopped realizing that Amit had already worn the shorts. She looked at his face and shook her head.

"Koi baat nahin bete... mein abhi ek minute mein naap le leti hoon aur chali jaati hoon..."
She walked up to him, and he did not have even a second to protest. She knelt in front of him and looked up.

"Bete... apna shirt upar kar ke pakdo zara..."

"Lekin... chachi... knicker bahut loose hai... shirt pakadne ke liye meine knicker chod diya to..."

She laughed a little.

"Arey bete... mein knicker pakadke rakhoongi... ghabrao mat..."

Saying so she reached out and held the waist of the shorts tight. Then she smiled again.

"Ab khush? Lo ab apna shirt upar karke pakado..."

Dying of embarrassment, Amit held his shirt up and closed his eyes, waiting for the whole thing to just get over. She understood that he had closed his eyes to get it over with soon, and she decided to finish the whole thing quickly. As her gaze went to the waist of the knickers, she again noticed how the dark trail of hair went down the waist band of the shorts. And she also noticed that his legs had started sprouting thick hair that disappeared under the shorts just above his knees. "Ladka sirf 15 yars ka hai... lekin itne baal..." she could not help wondering. Even her husband, who she thought was hairy, did not have such thick hair. Then, shrugging off her unconscious observation, she held the waist of the shorts tight to see what would be the best fit, she found that he was standing back, in shyness and embarrassment. Without looking up, she spoke.

"Beta... zara aage aana..."

He stepped forward quickly. And that at instant, she saw through the light cotton material of the shorts that something heavy moved about 4-5 inches below his waist. She looked there as a reflex reaction. She could make out the outline of a heavy, round mass at the crotch of the shorts. It was like a loose, massive lump that moved forward when he stepped up to her. What was that? She thought he was hiding something, or was she just imagining things? She whispered.

"Beta... zara is taraf ghoomo... khidki ki taraf..."

She also just turned around at the same spot with her back to the window now, and Amit moved three or four steps to stand facing the window. And all this time, her gaze was now rivteted to the crotch of his shorts. And sure as before, the lump swayed heavily in the confines of his shorts, as he stood now facing the window. And with the light now falling from the evening sun on him, she could vaguely make out a dark mass through the material of the shorts.

She suddenly reazlied that young Amit was not wearing any underwear! Oh the poor boy, how embarrassed must he be? He did not have anything to wear underneath, and he was too shy to tell her! Her heart reached out to the poor boy, and she looked up.

"Beta... tum... tumne andar kuch nahin... pehana hai kya?"

That was it for Amit! Now she found out the thruth. It was now his turn for his throat to dry up, and he started sweating and mumbled a reply.

"Ji... woh... mein..."

She shrugged and said to him.

"Lekin bete mujhe bata dena chahiye tha..."

He went silent. She shook her head.

"Lo... pakado apna knicker..."

As he held the waist of his shorts, she got up.

"Bahut sharmaate ho bete..."

"Ji... mein..."

He tried to say something, but could not speak anything clearly. She brushed a stray strand of hair from her beautiful face and spoke now.

"Hum dono abhi market jayenge. Aur tum apni pasand ki... khareed lena... kal tak intezaar nahin karenge..."

"Ji... aapko aane ki koi zaroorat nahin... mein khud chala jaaoonga..."

She shook her head.

"Nahin bete... tum abhi bahut chotte ho, aur gaon mein naye aaye ho. Tumhe nahin pataa Kaun si cheez kahan milti hai... Mein saath chaloongi to bahut aasaan hoga... ab chalo jaldi se tayyaar hoke aao..."

She walked away, and poor Amit could do nothing but agree.

Half an hour later, Amit and his Rani chachi arrived at one of the biggest shops in the village. The shop owner, an old man of about 70 came out of the shop and respectfully folded his hands in front of Rani who nodded. They were taken in and given two chairs to sit and cool drinks were served. The old man spoke softly.

"Kahiye... kya kar sakta hoon..."

Rani spoke patting Amit on his shoulder.

"Ye mera bhatija hai... balki mera beta hi maan lijiye. Shahar se aaya hai... isko kuch khareedna hai. Aap iske saath rahiye aur..."

The old man smiled and got up.

"Ji... samajh gaya. Beta tum mere saath aao aur bataao tumhe kya chahiye..."

Amit was relieved that his aunty did not openly speak about his underewras there. It would be a lot easier for him to explain to the shopkeeper than if his aunty did. He also got up and alked away with the old man inside the shop. Rani smiled.

"Bete... aaraam se... koi jaldi nahin hai..."

As Amit slowly started explaining to the old man, Rani was relieved that the matter was being taken care of and she looked around the shop and found that a few magazines were lying on a counter some feet away. She got up and walked towards the counter. On the way, she saw a full length mirror and looked in it to see if she was looking okay, as we all do whenever we see a mirror. There was no one around and she took the luxury of just looking at her reflection for a few seconds more than normal. Her face was as beautiful and fresh as ever. She looked down at her clothes. She had changed into a light blue chiffon saree, and a matching blouse.

The saree was perfectly draped around her body and as she turned sideways, she saw the massive swell of her breasts jutting out in front of her body, accentuated all the more by the clinging chiffon material of the saree. Embarassed, she adjusted her pallu a little as the swell of her milky breasts was a little visible on top of the blouse. Then she turned around and looked back. The round rise of her ass extended almost as much as her breasts jutted out, and even the deep, long cleft between her buttocks was a little visible through the chiffon material. She shrugged.

"Mujhe ye saadi nahin pehanni chahiye thi..."

She never ever liked to expose her body even in the remotest possible way to anyone. But as they left home in a hurry, because the shops would close early in the village, she just wore this saree which was on her bed. Embarassed at the way her body shape showed within the confines of the saree, she quickly then stopped looking at herself and walked to the magazines counter. She picked up a women's magazine in hindi, and sat down to start browsing it.

She stopped at a section where women sent in their problems or questions about something in their life, and answers were provided by the magazine. Rani often liked to read this section as the questions mostly concerned household work, or women's issues like health, marriage, children etc. This time too it was no different. As she read through the routine questions and answrs, she did not realize the passage of time. In about 15 minutes, she heard the sound of footsteps and a voice.

"Memsaab..."

Rani put the magazine down and turned around. It was the shopkeeper. He adjusted his glasses and spoke very professionally.

"Ji... unko jo undrwear chahiye woh bahut hi kum log khareedthe hain. Us style mein mere paas sirf ek piece hai... aur ye size mein bhi kaafi bada hai..."

Then he a handed over two J-trunks to Rani. Embarassed, she spoke.

"Counter pe rakh dijiye..."

The man put them on the counter and looked at her.

"Lekin aapke bhatije keh rahein hai ki ye bhi fit nahin hoga... try bhi nahin kiya... bus ek baar dekhkar bol diya ki fit nahin hoga..."

"Kya?"

"Ji... aur mere paas to sirf do piece hai, aur yehi size mein. Ab issey bhi bada chahiye to mere paas nahin hai. Aapko shahar jaakar khareedna padega... ya mujhe mangwana padega aur uske liye kum se kum 3-4 din lag jaayenge... ek baar try kar lete to mujhe bhi pata chalta kitna bada chahiye... bahut sharma rahein hain..."

Suddenly Rani felt the heat around her and she used her kerchief to mop her face. She thought for a few seconds embarrassed about what was happening. She never had to deal with such a problem in her life, even with Vishal. She then looked at the man.

"Abhi Amit kahan hain..."

"Ji... woh... peeche..."

"Usko bulaayiye... aur isko pack kar dijiye..."

The man put the J-trunks in a bag and went to the back of the shop to call young Amit.. Rani quickly picked up the bag and walked out of the shop when the old man returned with Amit.

Not a word was spoken throughout the journey back home. Amit was embarrassed to death at what had happened, and so was Rani. But she wanted to know why Amit was acting strange when it came to wearing an underwear, so much so that the old man in the shop almost stopped short of complaining to her. And even if the underwear did not fit him, Amit should have worn it and told the old man wqhat the problem was. Now it was left to her to do all that delicate work. She did not want to raise a scaene in the shop, and thought at home, she could manage things better.

Once they reached home, Amit quietly slinked away to his room. And one minute later, Rani chachi entered with the bag.

"Bete... yeh lo..."

She handed over the j-trunks to him. Amit was surprised at that and before he could say anything, she spoke again.

"Isko ek baar pehano... aur dekho ki fit hota hai ki nahin..."

"Ch... Chachi... lekin... maine to unse kaha tha ki fit nahin hoga..."

"Arey bete... agar pehanoge nahin to kaise pata chalega?"

"Ji... mujhe pata chal jaata hai..."

Unable to reason out with the boy, she took the parcel back from him and pulled out the J-trunk. Then she held it out in front of him.

"Bete... mujhe to yeh theek hi lagt hai..."

How could Amit explain that it was not enough? How could he tell her that it had to be more soft and stretching material to accommodate his...? How could he tell her anything at all? He just mumbled.

"Ji... woh..."

She shook her head.

"Bus... chalo... ab ek baar pehanke to dekho... aur fit nahin hua to phir dekhenge..."

As Amit stared back at her blankly, she patted him.

"Ek minute ki hi baat hai bete... mein bahar khadi hoon..."

And she walked out. Left with no option, and wanting to get it over with, Amit decided the best thing would be to wear it and then tell her the truth anyway again -- that it was not the right fit.

Outside the room, Rani chachi stood impatiently, wanting to get the whole thing done with as much as Amit. She also knew the problems that people have when it came to extra size undergarments -- she being the best example of it. Ever since she started maturing into a woman, from age 14 onwards, she realized that her body was devolping more than girls her age. By the time she was 16, her breasts were fuller, rounder and heavier than even grown women. Regular bras never fit her. Her mother had to get special bras stitched for her to accommodate her awesome breasts. And the same was the case with her panties. Her ass grew as rapidly and as wholesomely as her breasts. In fact, it was the most awesome part of her body. So much so, that even her panties had to be custom-made. Specially stitched so that her butts were properly contained within them at all times. There was no size available in the market that catered to her waist-to-ass ratio. Her delicate waist was so slim and suddenly flared into such a fountain of flesh that it was impossible to get the right fit for her. Panties normally available in the market got torn within a couple of days because of the way her round fleshy ass stretched them to the limit. So to this day, Rani had to stitch her own undergarments discreetly at home. And she was such an expert at tailoring, that one look at her under clothes and one would never realize that they were all home-made.

Therefore, Rani could understand the embarrassment and trouble faced by young Amit, as he seemed to have the same problem. But how could such a skinny boy have the same troubles as her? He was not fleshy or even fully grown yet! But whatever it was, she felt it her responsibility to help him out as long as he was under her care. Then suddenly an idea struck her! Why not just stitch some underwear for the boy, if it was difficult to find the real size in the market? She could find out where the extra stitching was required and then do it herself in under one hour! It would save them both so much embarrassment from going to shops and even talking about it home.

Happy at once with the thought, she quickly walked into Amit's room.

"Beta... ek kaam kyon nahin karte...?"

In her haste, she did not knock on the closed door, but just walked in; thinking that by now Amit would have already been done with trying on the underwear. She could not have been more mistaken. For young Amit, tired and weary from all that was happening to him, took his own time to try on the underwear. So as his chachi walked in, he was caught with just his underwear on, and a short cotton shirt on top!

Rani chachi froze in her tracks and Amit, shocked at her unexpected and sudden entry, just instinctively pulled down his shirt to cover his crotch! At the same time he yelled out.

"CHACHI..."

Rani chachi was also equally embarrassed and she was at a loss about what to do. For a brief second her eyes went to his crotch which he was hopelessly trying to cover with his shirt by pulling it down. Then she recovered and turned around to walk out.

"Beta... kuch pant pehanlo... mein yaheen bahar khadi hoon..."

She walked out, and closed the door. She leaned against the wall and tried to collect her breath. Her mind was branded with the image of what she just saw. Even though it was just for one brief second or two, she clearly saw the way the underwear hung down between young Amit's thighs stretched to its maximum limit. It was as though some big vegetable was shoved down the front of his... and the underwear had no hope of concealing something like that. "He bhagwan!" Rani chachi unconsciously put her hand on her heaving chest to steady herself, both physically and mentally.