“Mom, the tailor Abdul and his son have come to see you,” announced Binu, giving his mother’s breast a final, soft squeeze.
Manya was stunned at this announcement by her son, coming as it did after he had kissed and given her a thorough feel over. His enterprise pleasantly surprised her.
“Pest”, she laughed and slapped her son on his butt playfully. “You’re telling me now after so long.” One hand was still under the covers and on her pussy when she told Binu,
“i’ll be out there in two minutes. Tell them to sit down”.
Taking one last look at his Mom’s nude form, Binu was convinced that his mother was indeed naked under the bed sheet. He left the room, allowing Manya to dress up.
The dressing up was quick since Manya simply slipped into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten years now. He was almost a saintly old man. Manya felt very comfortable with him. It was when she entered the living area that both Deen and Manya got a shock. Deen because of his Mom’s scanty attire and Manya because she hadn’t expected Abdul to come with his son. But she continued in her attire because they had to take her measurements in any case. Three male eyes looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained breasts swaying sexily with each step. Deen left them and went to his room. But he took up a position at the keyhole to peep on his Mom with the tailor. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be busy for at least another half hour.
Manya made some initial small talk with Abdul. Abdul’s son was hardly eighteen years old. He was a slim lad with keen eyes and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every time her breasts heaved during the talk. She also noticed that the lad’s eyes remained fixed on her huge, exposed midriff when he was not staring at her melons. Abdul then took measurements for her blouse. His son noted down while the father called out. The watching Deen saw his mother raise both her hands for Abdul to measure her chest. His dick shot to attention yet again as the tape encircled her full breasts and jerked hard whenever Abdul’s knuckles pressed into Manya’s cups. He also saw Abdul’s hand graze his mother’s erect nipples on two occasions.
Manya on her part allowed the job to go on. The tape graced her armpits, back, arms, shoulders and neck. When it came to the neck, she indicated to Abdul to lower the neck by a few inches. Abdul brought the tape with his thumb well past the mid point of his beautiful customer’s ripe cleavage and held it for a moment. Manya nodded with a twinkle in her eyes and Abdul read out the measurement for his dazed son to jot down.
The old tailor then gave the tape to his understudy son for taking the petticoat measurements. Deen was startled. Manya herself didn’t expect it but was indifferent to the change. Kneeling down to face her sexy waist, the lad encircled the lush ass of the housewife with the tape and called out the size. Deen found the kid’s reading out his Mom’s ass size a very stimulating and wild act. He kept clutching his aching dick and peeped on as the boy circled the tape around his Mom’s luscious waist above the belly button.