“You are no old woman, mama.” Vidya made Poonam stand up straight, hugged her and gave her a quick kiss on her cheeks.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
Then Vidya turned back to me. Poonam giggled and once again bent over, jiggling her butt in front my face. Vidya laughed.
“Well, dear husband, you didn’t answer mama’s question. Does she have a big butt?”
As she said this, Vidya raised her hand. Poonam was still bent over, her butt thrust out at me. Vidya brought her hand down sharply.
SMACK!
My wife spanked her mother’s butt playfully. “What do you think, hubby?”
SMACK!
“Mummy …” I managed to croak. “You look quite fit … to me.”
“No … but what about her butt?”
SMACK!
“Um … darling … her butt … looks quite good.”
“Why thank you, jamai babu.” Poonam wriggled her butt playfully before standing up straight. Vidya winked at her and nudged at me. I was now trying to discreetly place a cushion over my pants, trying to hide the bulge of my raging boner.
“Alright, beti.” Poonam laughed at my blushing face as she took her seat back. She then turned to her daughter. “I will join the gym, but on one condition. You will find me a handsome fitness instructor there.”
Vidya laughed. “OK mama. Done! You can have mine if you want.”
Vidya sat down beside me and wrapped her arms around my neck. After kissing me on the lips, Vidya then swiftly snatched the cushion away from my hands, exposing the rising hump in my pants to all.
“Did mama’s butt make you all excited, dear?” She asked, giving me a kiss on my cheek.
“Um …”
Both mother and daughter laughed as I blushed with acute embarrassment.
My mother-in-law Poonam’s relationship with her daughter (and my wife) Vidya was different than the ones she had with all of her other children. None of her other daughters, for example, would have grabbed their mother’s butt, let alone have the audacity to spank it. Vidya alone had the sass to nudge and wink at her at my futile attempt to hide a boner. Poonam and Vidya were less mother and daughter, and more of friends and sisters. I also felt Poonam was also less inhibited with Vidya when it came to physical touching.
Two days ago it had been us who were visiting her, and after dinner we were watching some TV.
“Vidya,” Poonam suddenly told her, turning around to face her. “I think I am beginning to sag. I wanted you to take a look.”
“Sure, mama.” Vidya responded, as if it was no big deal. “Let me see. Please stand up, and go over there by the mirror.”
“Yes, beti.”
Vidya then turned to me.
“Darling, would you please stand up and go by the door?”
“Yes, dear.”
I obediently stood up.
“Good,” Vidya smiled at me, before issuing her order, “Now please turn around so your back is to us, dear.”
“Yes, darling.”
I slowly made my way out of the room.
“I am always amazed as to how obedient my jamai babu is, Vidya.” I heard Poonam tell her daughter. “Unlike other Indian men who might be chauvinistic or have an ego when it came to listening to their wives, Rajesh humbly does whatever you ask of him.”
“Yes, mama.” Vidya replied. She was probably smiling triumphantly at her mother’s characterization of me as obedient. “Rajesh simply adores me.”