Summer of Indian Aunties

Chapter 13 - The Return of The Aunties

The Two Aunts Are Together.

"Dada.Dada."

Suddenly I realized that Tara the rickshaw driver was speaking to me. His attempt to converse had broken my chain of thought.

"Oh, sorry, Tara. Were you speaking to me?"

"Yes,dada. I am sorry, if I disturbed your thoughts."

"No, it's ok. Tell me."

We were on the way to pick up my older aunt Shaheen from the bus station. This morning I had just dropped off Taiba at the bus station, and you know what had happened with her and Sachin the gangster. I was still a bit shaken by that incident, but now it was later in the day, and we were on the way to the bus station again.

Tara huffed as he pedalled the rickshaw up a steep hill. For a minute there was quietness. Then we reached the top and it would be downhill most of the way.

"I was wondering..." Tara continued, as he controlled the brakes. "If this Shaheenmamaniof yours... is like... Taibamemsahib."

"Oh." I then realized what he was hinting at. Tara was well acquainted with my antics with Taiba.

Tara was the samerickshaw wallahwho had brought Taiba from the station to our house two weeks ago. I remember how, when I had greeted Taiba at the door, I had hugged her tightly, kissed her cheeks warmly, and felt up her big bottom, all in plain sight of this man. He had watched, with big eyes, surprised, as I put a finger in my aunt's ass crack, and then pinched her round bottom, all in full view of anyone on the street. And a few days ago, when he had taken us - me and Taiba - to the city, and as I paid him, I had reached out and grabbed Taiba by her buttocks right in front of Tara.

"She has a nicegaand, na?" I had asked him, kneading my aunt's posterior right there, openly on the street. Taiba had stood there helplessly, her face blushing a bright red, as I poked her rectum, pinched her ass cheeks, and then had given her buttocks a satisfying whack. All in public in the street, in front of Tara.

"Oh, no! No!" I hastily lied. "Tara... this is my oldermamani. Mybarey mamani. Please don't say anything inappropriate to her, ok?"

"Yes,dada. Of course,dada."

If only you knew, Tara!

"Dada." Tara huffed. "When you asked me... this morning... what I would do if given a chance with... someone like your Taibamamani."

"Er... yes?" I replied cautiously.

"I have never seen someone with agaandlike your Taiba mamani." Tara admitted. "What apeechwade! And she is your aunt... but she allows you to... you know."

I laughed.

"Taiba is very free with me, and I am with her." I boasted. "I can do whatever I want with her, and she will allow me. Her husband doesn't know."

"You are very lucky,dada." Tara jealously admitted. "In my age... I can only dream. Ah, if I only had few minutes with yourmamani! What I would do to her!"

I should be offended by what he was saying, but I knew I had myself encouraged that. However, a plan was beginning to form in my mind, and I needed Tara's help with that. So at the moment, I decided to play along.

"If I gave you only two minutes with her, what would you do?" I asked him. "Two minutes."

"Oh... I wouldn't know whatnotto do!" Tara was honest. "I would like to pinch herpeechwade! I would like to squeeze her breasts! Touch her waist! Hug her! Kiss her!"

I laughed again. And then I subtly changed the topic.

"Tara." I told him, "As much fun as this was, keep this to yourself. Otherwise, you will not get to see Taiba - or her beautiful biggaand- at all."

"Er... of course,dada. I am sorry,dada, if I offended. Please forgive me."

I didn't have time to process the exchange as my cell phone suddenly rang. Surprised, as I wasn't expecting any calls, I took a quick glance at the caller id.

It was Nadia, the third and the youngest of mymamanis! I wondered what she wanted. And what a coincidence - for her to callnow!

"Hey, my most beautiful and gorgeousmamani!" I answered the call, speaking to her in Bangla. "Amar shobchey shundori aar gorgeous mamani. Nice to hear from you."

"Hey, handsome." The sweet and sultry voice of my youngest aunt, the only one who was a genuine Bengali, came through my phone. "Your Bangla has improved so much! So... tell me, how's the stud muffin of the family holding out?"

I had always admired the sexy voices of true Bongs. These ladies knew how to speak to a boy.

"I am good,chotey mamani."

"Has your othermamanis ravished you yet, my handsome hunk?"

"Er... ravished... haha, you are funny,chotey mamani. We are having fun, thanks for asking." I answered, reining in myself. Nadia's calls were always full of fun and innuendo, and I had to be careful. I almost called her 'my sexymamani', but that would have crossed a line.

Unlike Shaheen and Taiba, I took care not to flirt with Nadia too much, even if she always flirted with me. Correction - not even, Nadiaalwaysflirted with me.

My relationship with Nadia had a different paradigm, as she was merely five years older than me. I know Nadia treated me more like a valued friend and confidant rather than her nephew, and I didn't want to damage that aspect. Moreover, while there was a certain freedom in flirting with an older lady, with Nadia I had to be careful because of appearance's sake.

"I am sure you are doing good, Nazu. A handsome stud, stuck in a lodge, alone with two desperate housewives." Nadia laughed. "But I, your poorchotey shundori mamani, am not doing well."

"Oh... err... why not,chotey mamani?"

"Well, you see, my handsome stud... I am stuck here working with yourbuddha(old) uncles, while your othermamanis have left their husbands behind, and are enjoying themselves with you. Ravishing you. Most likely taking turns with you."

Enjoying themselves! Ha! You don't know half of it, Nadia mamani, I thought with a grin.

"You will be here soon,chotey mamani." I told her. "We will enjoy the rest of August together, you and me. I am looking forward to you joining me, my beautifulchotey mamani. And then... you can... er... enjoy yourself with me. We can go hiking and swimming and more. Two more weeks... In just fourteen days or so, you too... can... err... ravish me."

"That's fourteen days you get to spend with your othermamanis." Nadia had a jovial tone. "Tell me, Nazu, have you been behaving yourself?"

Careful, now.

"Er... come again,chotey mamani?"

"Shaheenbhabhiand Taibabhabhiwill have had you to themselves for a month, all alone. Two old horny desperate housewives, along with a handsome young man. I hope you haven't done anything to them that you won't to me!"

I forced a laugh.

"No,chotey mamani." I replied, and then added, somewhat naughtily. "How I wish! Haha! Maybe they are notthatdesperate after all."

And then, boldly, I added, "I really hope I can do everything to you that I am doingtothem,chotey mamani."

"You are a naughty boy, Nazu." I could almost hear the smile in Nadia's voice. "I can't wait to have you to myself. I am going to enjoy myself thoroughly with you. You don't know how badly I am looking forward to some much-needed vacation! Ugh!"

"Ohchotey mamani! You are now the one who sounds desperate!"

"Hmm. You are right, stud boy." Nadia laughed. "Not to mention... my old husband... yourchotey mamu... is on another conference... and I am all alone at home..."

"And now you sound both lonely AND desperate!" I couldn't help but give back a little. "I am sure when you are here, I can enjoy myself with you. And um... have some ravishing times with you. Can't wait to have you here beside me,chotey mamani. The village is beautiful in the summer. And it will be even more beautiful with you here with me."

"Ah, my handsome stud muffin. And I look forward to being beautifully ravished by you,beta, in that beautiful village."

SMOOCH!

She blew me a kiss through the phone.

"Thank you, my beautifulmamani."

We both laughed. I had missed talking with Nadia.

If you had just heard this conversation, you would think she was being very outspoken and sexually explicit. The truth is - I knew this was just her being... her. She loved her husband deeply, even ifmamuwas twenty years older than her. I was the only member of the family close to her age, and she treated me like a close friend. Our sexual banter was just that... banter.

"Do you know," Nadia suddenly changed her tone to a complaining one. "Yourbarey mamu- the husband of your desperate and horny Shaheenmamani- is actually giving me some work for when I go to Tinpur! All to interfere with you... er...beautifullyravishing me! What asaazish(conspiracy)!"

"Oh, no. How can I dozabardastiwith you and take yourizzatif you have to work!" I pretended to be sad. "On your vacation too!"

"Haha, I KNOW! I was so looking forward to you taking myizzat." Nadia chuckled. "And do you know the work? It's so boring! That shop you and TaibaBhabhimanaged to acquire with that agent? In the Tinpur market? Your uncle wants it stocked with some merchandise, and he wants to send it with me when I come to Tinpur. I can't even say no."

"Don't worry,chotey mamani." I comforted her. "I will try and rent a taxi when I pick you up."

We both knew that would not be easy. Tinpur was not that big a village, and finding a taxi wouldn't be easy.

I talked with Nadia for a bit more as she complained again about the work before she had to go. It was a fun filled conversation, and I was already looking forward to her visit soon. Nadia, being closer to me in age, had the same taste in music and movies as me, along with cuisine. We often went clubbing together (withmamu's permission, of course).

I glanced at my watch. We were almost there at the bus stop.

Nadia, and Taiba, you have to wait.

It was now time for my Shaheenmamani. We would be at the bus station in maybe 10 more minutes. I took the time to take a deep breath. FOCUS! It was time to think about my current situation.

FOCUS!

For the next two weeks, both Taibamamaniand Shaheenmamaniwas going to be here at the lodge with me. As Nadia had joked... two older desperate housewives. But she was only joking, while I knew the truth - I now had to juggle two hornymamanis in the house. Unknown to each other was the fact that I was having a torrid physical affair with both. Both my aunts had been energetically fucked by me, in almost every hole, in almost every room, in this lodge. But that was when I was alone with them. Now both were going to be there. What should I do?

I tried to think with a clear head. Should I now tell both about each other? Or should I just keep quiet? When I go to sleep at night, I could alternate between them, sleeping one night with Taiba and another night with Shaheenmamani. That way I would restrict the sexual activities to the night, in the bedroom. Or was there any advantage to gain if everything was out in the open?

I didn't have to decide immediately. Taibamamaniwasn't here, of course. She had gone to her cousin's place and would be back in the evening. Which meant I had a half day, almost, with Shaheenmamani. My dick started to rise on its own as I thought how I could fuck Shaheen a couple of times before Taiba returned. That is... if Shaheen didn't have any second thoughts or regrets about our affair, and still wanted to be fucked by me.

Oh well. I knew Taiba was not going to have any such thoughts. At least she was a guaranteed fuck. Oh, how I loved Taiba'sgaand!

FOCUS!

It was time for Shaheen.

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* * *

I waited for the bus to stop. It was a hot and muggy August morning. As usual, the 10.30 bus was late. It was almost 10.50 am. I watched as it squeaked to a stop, raising huge plumes of dust. Immediately a horde of people rushed towards the bus. Hawkers, who were fighting for the attention of the incoming customers. Porters who were carrying luggage of the new passengers waiting to board. Customers who were waiting for the return journey of the bus, wanting to get on board as soon as possible. And of course, us - those who were waiting for the incoming passengers. Amidst all the chaos, a small space was created by the tired bus conductor for the arriving passengers to alight.

I kept my eye on the passengers as they exited. Each one moved to the side and then motioned to one of the staff from the bus company. They were taking out the luggage from the baggage hold. Each customer was trying to get their suitcase or baggage or carton, with porters trying to grab it first and bargain for the service. It was chaotic. In other words - a normal Monday morning.

Then I saw the passenger I was waiting for alight from the bus. She exited with her rear to me, as she was climbing down the steep steps. She was a tall and big lady. Her bulky buttocks were prominent and protruding out. The heavysalwar kameezthat she was wearing was tight around her big frame. Her bottom had in fact crept into the cleft of her buttocks. So big was her butt that her top was riding up her big behind, leaving thesalwarshowing. I could just picture this lady with her tight bottoms, walking in front of me, and everyone making out the shape of her buttocks which would jiggle as she walked.

Yes, my tall, beautiful, big, bodacious, outwardly conservative, Shaheenmamaniwas here.

And then I saw the assault.

As Shaheen was climbing down, I saw the bus conductor place a hand on her rear end - allegedly to guide her and steady her, but in reality, his hand was placed square on her bum. Even through the din of the crowd, everyone could see exactly what was happening there. Even though he steadied my Shaheenmamani, I could see his fingers curl a bit as he groped my aunt's ample derriere, one finger going into the cleft of the buttocks. It was done so quickly, so subtly, that it was over before it began. As my aunt touched down on the ground, he simply patted her rump a couple of times and moved on to the next passenger. All my aunt could do was give him an exasperated look, before gesturing to one of the depot staff for her suitcase. Then she turned around to search for me. I waved and managed to catch her eye.

"Nazu!" My aunt beamed. "Over here!"

My thoughts were still on the bus conductor's behaviour. In my mind's eye, I recalled what happened this morning with Taibamamani.

This morning. Sachin the gangster had helped Taiba climb on the bus by firmly holding my aunt by her gigantic ass with both hands as she climbed up the steps. As Taiba had climbed on board, she had to stand there helplessly as Sachin openly groped and pinched her bum. Even as he continued to do so, Taiba had to show her ticket to the bus conductor. When it was Sachin's turn, the gangster had simply looked at the bus conductor. The bus conductor's eyes followed Taiba, took a quick look at hergaand,which still had Sachin's finger in it, and then nod at Sachin. He didn't check Sachin's ticket, or any of his men's. The bus conductor had been an accomplice as Taiba was hustled by Sachin and his men towards the back of the bus where she had been sexually molested all through her ride.

It was the same bus conductor... thesameguy... who had now fondled Shaheen's bum. Both my aunts had been victims of molestation due to the same person. In Taiba's case the bus conductor had been an accomplice and in Shaheen's case he was the perpetrator. I made a mental note that I would have to teach this bus conductor a lesson.

No one harasses my aunts and gets away with it. If anyone was going to sexually bother my aunts, it should be me. No one else.

"Nazu!" Shaheen yelled out again. "Over here!"

I walked over to mymamaniwith firm steps and grabbed her in a tight hug.

"Oh,beta!" My aunt murmured as my hands went around her hips. "I missed you!"

"I missed you too,barey mamani!" I told her, hugging her tight. My hands were now around her big waist and placed squarely on her thick bum.

"Oh,beta!" Shaheen puckered her lip and gave me a kiss on my right cheek.

SMOOCH!

In return I squeezed her right butt cheek.

"Oooh." She squealed in delight, and then kissed me on my left cheek.

SMOOCH!

In return I squeezed her left butt cheek. Perhaps a little firmly, as she squealed.

"Oh,beta!" She was smiling at me.

I could sense that there were some in the crowd who had kept their eyes on this big lady and her big bum, and was now watching jealously as I squeezed, groped and pinched her bottom with abandon.

"Oh,beta!" Shaheen pleaded. "Don't molest me so in public,na! My poor bum! What will people think? Some of them know yourmamu! Let's go home, Nazu."

She had a point. Strange as it was... it was one thing for the bus conductor or a street hoodlum to do it - pinch my aunt's bum. That was accepted. Yet it was a scandal ifIdid it. Rather reluctantly, I stopped squeezing her bum.

"I am just so happy to see you back,barey mamani." I told her. I picked up her suitcase with my right hand and slipped my left arm around her ample waist.

Patting her again gently on her left butt cheek, I said, "Let's go,mamani."

As we walked back towards the rickshaw stand, I casually asked her, "Did anyone bother you on the journey,mamani? I noticed you were giving angry looks at the bus conductor."

"Oh,beta." My aunt sighed. "When you are an Indian lady in a crowded bus, and you have a bigpeechwadelike me, guys somehow find a reason to rest their hand on my ass or accidentally brush against me or pinch me surreptitiously. Especially when you are a bus conductor."

Don't I know it, I thought.I had seen this morning what happened to Taiba.

I stopped suddenly in my tracks and turned to face her.

"Do you want me to go and kick that bus conductor's ass?"

I placed exactly the right amount of anger, surprise, and rage in my voice. My aunt raised her eyebrows.

"Oh no, no, Nazu! Please don't! It won't do any good!"

"Why not?Barey mamani... these people need to learn..."

"No, Nazu." Shaheen pleaded with me. "Please calm down. You know here, this is normal. And what will happen? Only my name will be involved in scandal. Please, let it go. Please think of myizzat(honour),beta! Please think what will happen if yourmamuknows this lowly man was feeling up his wife or pinching her bum! He won't be able to show his face here. Please!"

Letting out a loud sigh, I once again patted her on the ass, placed my arm firmly on her waist and resumed walking towards the rickshaw stand.

"Only if you say so,barey mamani. No lady should be subject to harassment on public transit."

I really meant that. It was one thing that thatIwas fingering mymamani's buttocks. That was consensual. When the men on the bus did it, that was sexual assault. I mentally made a note that I would have to teach that bus conductor a lesson.

"I know,beta. Besides," Shaheen giggled. "It wasn't too bad. I was standing only on the final route. The last bus I couldn't get a seat. It was only half an hour or so that I was... assaulted."