I now stood near the door, my back to the women, awaiting further instructions.
“No peeking, OK, dear?” Vidya yelled at me. “I am going to check up on mama’s boobies.”
“Umm…” I was quite hot under my collar. “Yes, dear.”
I just realized there was another mirror in the hallway. It was positioned just in the right place so I could actually see, if I turned my face slightly, what was happening inside the room.
Vidya came up close to her mother and stood across her. She raised her hands and gently cupped Poonam’s breasts.
“Hmm.” Vidya mused aloud. She squeezed her mother’s right breast, and then the left.
“They appear firm, mama.” Vidya gently pinched the tip of Poonam’s right nipple, and then the left. “Do you want me to take a closer look?”
“Would you, dear?” My mother-in-law asked her. “I was wondering if I should change my bra size or get a different type of bra for support.”
“Sure, mama.” Vidya started to unbutton her mother’s blouse.
“No peeking, husband!” She suddenly called out, even though I hadn’t moved. “I am taking off mama’s blouse!”
“Er … of course, dear! Yes, dear.”
I wondered if they knew I could see it all. I was now quite hard, and started to gently rub myself over my pants.
Once Poonam’s blouse was unbuttoned, she raised her arms and Vidya took off the blouse. Then Vidya went around her back and unhooked the bra. It fell to the floor and my mother-in-law’s boobs fell free.
I had to practice the utmost self control to not start ejaculating right there. My mother-in-law had massive breasts, with big areoles and nipples to match. It was clear where Vidya got her genes from. Wow!
“Ah, I forgot how big your breasts are, mama!” Vidya exclaimed.
“You have big ones yourself, beti!” Poonam replied, smiling. “And all the problems of big breasts along with it!”
Vidya cupped her mother’s bare naked right breast and started to grope her.
“I don’t know, mama.” She bit her lip as she kneaded Poonam’s breasts. “My boobs have always made me a favourite of the guys, you know!”
“Yeah well.” Poonam’s body gently swayed as her daughter pressed her puppies. “Try jogging with these. You are a young woman! I can’t find a sports bra for me and can’t exactly wear a tank top when I go jogging, and they bounce around all the time!”
“Sometimes I have trouble sleeping.” Vidya confessed, as she switched her attention to Poonam’s left boob. “But then I get your jamai babu to suck on them and I sleep fine!”
Both the ladies laughed. Vidya then stood back.
“No, mama. You are not sagging.” She declared. “And no lumps either, you’ll be glad to know.”
“Thanks, beti!” Poonam bent down and started to put on her bra again. “It’s a relief.”
“Speaking of relief …” Vidya giggled. “I’d better go and give my husband some!”
Such was the open relation Poonam had with Vidya. It just evolved into that type of mother-daughter bond. I had once asked Vidya how she was so free with Poonam.
“It must be due to the first time she caught me,” Vidya had answered after some thinking, “When I was in high school, I was fooling around with the neighbour’s son in my room. Rather than beat me or punish me, my mother sat down with me, and taught her all about sex, and safety.”