“Unhhhh!” Padmabati fucked her cunt with the cucumber even faster,; approaching her cum. “Oh, Tappu ! Tappu ! Tappu.”
“Yeah?” came the unsuspecting voice from the other side of the door. Oh, shit! Padmabati thought. He’d heard her!
“You want me for something?” Tappu knocked lightly on the door. “Dadima! Did you just call me?”
“Ummm, just a second, Tappu beta !” Red-faced with shame and fear, her pussy still throbbing miserably, the naked Grandma leaped off the bed and looked for something to cover her body. The only thing she could find was a yellow, terry-cotton dupatta, which she wrapped around her bare torso.
Padmabati took a deep breath and faced the door as calmly as she could. “Come in, Tappu beta !” Her grandson entered the bedroom. He was a tall, muscular school-boy of class-ix. He always seemed to smile at his grandma in a way that was friendly and wickedly horny at the same time.
Padmabati flushed as she knotted the dupatta under her arm, trying not to stare at her grandson’s bulging cock through his Bermuda shorts. Tappu sat on the edge of the bed and stared openly at her legs.
“What’s up Dadima?” he asked. “Your voice sounded kind of weird. You okay? ” Tappu asked.
“No, I’m fine,” Padmabati murmured nervously, sitting next to him. “I just had a little itch in my throat. That’s all.”
“Okay,” Tappu shrugged. “What’d you want to talk about?”
There was a short silence. Padmabati hadn’t wanted to talk to him, and now the only thing she could think of was the reason he’d come to stay with her in the first place.
“Tappu sona,” she began hesitantly. “Do you… do you know why your mother sent you here to visit with me?”
Tappu gazed at his grandma, and his expression told Padmabati that he wasn’t embarrassed at all. If anything, he looked proud. She squirmed again trying not to look at his crotch.
“Yeah, I know,” Tappu said.
“Oh! You’re aware about that. I might as well not beat around the bush with this. Your mother, told me that you… that you made a vulgar pass at her. A sexual pass, at your own mother !”
“I know,” Tappu said, grinning. “You don’t have to remind me!”
“Tappu beta, don’t you know what a sin it is to feel that kind of desire for your own mother? Other boys your age aren’t that way. Tappu, incest is the…”
“I guess I can’t help it, Dadima,” Tappu said. “She really turns me on! I mean, Mamoni has these super, big tits, and man, I just love the way her huge ass wiggles when she walks, just begging for a cock. God, I get stiff just thinking about it!”
“Tappu sona please!” Padmabati yelped. “Please sona, don’t talk that way about your respected mother in front of your own grandma !”
“Mujhe paata hain, but I can’t resist,” Tappu said, suddenly wrinkling his nose. “It smells kind of funny in here!”
Padmabati flushed nearly scarlet, realizing that the only thing her grandson could be smelling was the unmistakable, musky aroma of her wet pussy. The youth sniffed the air, then he grinned at her in an even more leering way.
“My God, now I know what it is!” he said with a grin. “It smells just like your pussy, Dadima !”
“Tappu !” Padmabati was trembling with lust, and her effort to be stern looked as desperate as it felt.
“What a disgusting thing to say! How could you…” Padmabati stammered.
“No, no… It definitely smells like your pussy Dadima !” Tappu insisted. He studied her, seeming to notice for the first time her disheveled hair, and the sweat glistening on her skin. “Yeah! You were jacking off, weren’t you Dadima ?”
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