Through My Teacher And To Her Daughter - Part 1
As I am from Kerala, this is yet another story with a village background. Not a story, but an incident or series of incidents presented as a story. When I was in upper primary school, a new lady teacher joined there. She was young and beautiful. bit dark in complexion, but a very lively complexion. She was 5’6 in height and with big well developed boobs and very sexy curves. Her hair was curly and that added to her seductive charm. By the time I had stated masturbating and this teacher became my fantasy figure in masturbation dreams. The she got married to an elderly cousin of mine who was a state government employee. He was very lean, almost unhealthy and definitely not a match for her with her good curvy figure and sumptuous feminine charms. His house was near mine and I became a regular visitor there, mainly because I wanted to see his wife. She was friendly with me. I joined the college and was slowly growing up into a young man. And she had given birth to two kids. Elder one a girl and the younger a boy. After finishing college I stated looking for a job. During that time I joined a health centre and stated taking care of my fitness. I developed a good physique and with my six feet frame I knew I was looking impressive, though I did not have much courage to venture into sexual exploits. (Of course later everything changed as I had narrated earlier, in my various stories) One day I was chatting with her in her house and her husband was not there. We discussed many things and we touched the topic of fitness. “You look very good,” she said all of a sudden. I did no how to respond and I just smiled. “You know, we women like to see men with good personality, like you men wanting to see beautiful girls,” she added. I started wondering why she was telling me all this but I was happy that she liked me. Only if she knew how much I enjoyed seeing her and seeing her feminine charms, I thought. I started getting an erection slowly, listening to her and sitting just opposite her, seeing her. I think I was looking at her boobs and trying to get a glimpse of her cleavage, under the impression that it would not be noticed by her. How foolish I was. Now I now that women never miss such stealing glances from men. It was evening and she asked whether I was in a hurry to go. I said No. Ok, she said and went inside the house from the drawing room where we were sitting and came back in three or four minutes. She was carrying some vegetables and a knife. “Let me cut some vegetables and get ready for dinner while we talk’, she said. Instead of chair, she sat on the floor opposite to me. Now I was in a vantage position to see her boobs and the cleavage clearly. I was hopping for the moment when the saree gets dropped from her bosom. I did not have to wait long. With her hand movements, cutting vegetables, it frequently happened and my eyes never missed an opportunity see and ejoy her cleavage and the big boobs, before she adjusted her saree to cover her assets again. I was enjoying the show and after sometime I noticed that her saree was not covering her boobs and the cleavage was before me to watch, as she had decide to leave the saree like that, exposing her boobs. I had a doubt , was it deliberate, But I was not sure. It didn’t matter and my eyes were glued to her breasts, with my dick swelling and rebelling under my brief. It was in July, season of monsoon and heavy rains. Power cut was a regular feature. Suddenly the light went off. It was pitch dark and she lit an oil lamp, which is always kept ready in every house. Let us enjoy the semi darkness and wait for the electricity to return, she said. Then after sometime, when my eyes got used to the semi darkness, I noticed something strange, but very pleasantly strange. While sitting on the floor, after lighting the oil lamp, in the semi darkness, she was sitting with her legs out stretched and drawing her saree to her thighs. Her legs were completely exposed and some part of her thighs was also visible. This is convenient while cutting vegetables, she said. I was happy. Now not only her cleavage but some part of her thighs were visible. After some more time, straining my eyes more, in the dim light of the tiny lamp, I saw that she had raised her saree further, and I was looking at dark patch/part of her groin, between her thighs. I could not believe my eyes. In the din light, she was showing me her pussy, even then it was not as clear as in day light. And she was continuing with her work of cutting vegetables. She took a mango and stated cutting into pieces. Do you want some, mangoes, she asked me. I heard it only vaguely ,as I was feasting on the blurred view of her cunt, the very one which I used visualize when I masturbated. But still I had a doubt .Is it possible for my old teacher, my cousin’s wife to show hr cunt. I wanted to make sure and to see her pussy more closely. With my cock in full mood and tiff, though under my dhothi, I got up went near her asking for mango cuts. You take it, she said and I suspected a slight widening movement of her legs. Was she spreading her legs making her cunt more visible to me. I squatted before her and took some mango slices. While picking it up , I deliberately dropped one slice into her saree, between her thighs. Before she could I stretched my hand between her thighs, to pick the mango slices. Wow, I hit the right spot. My fingers touched her hairy pussy. Now I was sure that the dark patch I was seeing between her thighs was her hairy pussy and not shadow cast by the lamp. I was wondering what to do next, with my fingers feeling her fleshy pussy and the thick growth of hair around it. Naughty boy, she said smiling. I was relieved that she did not get angry. I smile at her and started felling her cunt with burning lust. It was raining heavily outside and the door was closed. And I was sure that the children were not there.