It made her orgasms more intense when she thought her son was watching her. She made sure she was in position and watching from the window when Abdulbhai lowered his pants and pulled out his black cobra the first time she’d spied on him.
The window was at the back of the house and she knew no one could see her. She pulled her panties aside and rubbed her cunt as she watched Abdulbhai jerk off. She tried to time her orgasm so it would coincide with the jets of cum shooting out of Abdulbhai’s prick but her cunt usually spasmed before that happened.
Was her son doing the same thing. She’d heard that sound against the siding when she’d had her orgasms yesterday. Goli must watching her and timing his comes the same way she had timed hers when she was watching Abdulbhai.
After a week of window peeping Komal found that wasn’t enough. She wanted to see Abdulbhai’s prick closer. She had wanted to feel his prick and play with it. Did Goli want to see her cunt up close and did he want to push in his fingers? Numerous perverted imaginations about Abdul and her son were floating in her mind.
She had certainly wanted to feel Abdulbhai push his fingers into her cunt. She wondered if Goli fantasized about having her pull on his prick? If he was like Abdulbhai she suspected he did. She knew it would feel much better to have his fingers in her cunt rather than her own.
Did Goli dream about having his mother Jerk him off? Again from her experiences with Abdulbhai , she suspected he did. Komal watched from the window but she wanted to play with Abdulbhai’s prick until it shot off. She wanted to feel and smell his muslim cum just the way she smelled her fingers after she finger fucked herself.
Goli’s cum would smell and taste the same as Abdulbhai’s. When Komal’s frustration got acute enough she went outside and forwarded to the platform .
Abdulbhai was holding his nine inch prick in his hand and pumping his fist up and down. He looked up, pushed his prick between his thighs, and started to cry. Komal still didn’t see Abdul’s prick up close. She frowned at the Society’s shop-keeper and used her sternest voice.
“What were you doing, Abdulbhai ?” Abdul only sobbed and kept his prick pushed down. He lost his hard on and didn’t know what to say to Komalbhabi . He was afraid Komalbhabi would tell the Society’s members and he knew what he was doing was bad.
However she stood there with her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Answer me, what where you doing?”
“Uh, ah, nothing.”
“Don’t tell me nothing. I saw you with your lund ( prick) in your hand. Were you playing with your lund?”
Abdul was astonished to hear Komalbhabi use that word. He was scared and confused. Komal softened.
“If you show me what you were doing I won’t tell others .” “Please don’t tell others, they would throw me outside the society , please Komalbhabi .” He lived in constant fear of it.
“I won’t if you show me what you were doing.”
Abdul looked at Komalbhabi and blushed. He was so embarrassed at this point he didn’t know what to do.