Then Ammijaan slowly thanked me and went to kitchen and busy herself there.
After some time Aamna Baji came out of bathroom and Ammijaan took her clothes and went to bathroom to take bath.
When she was going to bathroom (with my razor hid in her bra), I kept my eyes on her back and watched her big ass. When Ammijaan was entering bathroom, she looked in my side. I was already looking her, so as soon as our eyes met, I smiled mischievously.
Mother’s face became red with shame and lowering her head she hurriedly went inside the bathroom.
After bath she went to her room. In evening when Aamna Baji went to her friend, we only Ammijaan and son were there in house. I was sitting in drawing room, watching TV. Ammijaan came to me and silently handed me back my shaving razor.
She was feeling shy and not looking in my side. I tried to ease the atmosphere and smiling said, “Was it working? Ammijaan? Are you clean now. I ask it because if the set is OK, I will bring the same type of razor for your personal use. Did it clean without any problem?”
Ammijaan was naturally shy but she kept standing near to me and softly said, “Imran Beta! Thank you so much for your help. This was quite better than what your father used to bring. I used it after a long gap of 3 years and now I feel so clean. Please bring one new set for me from the market and then I will not need to borrow from you.”
I was enjoying the talk and did not want to end it and said, “mother! You used it after so long. Did it gave you any cut or bruises? Could it clean properly?”
Ammijaan again kept silent for some time and then shyly said in a low tone, “Imran! Please change the topic. I feel shy talking this with you. I have already told you that it worked wonders and I am fully clean now. You are my son, so I can not show it to you to see yourself, but be assured that I used it properly and it worked wonders on me down there.”
I smiled back, but before it that I could say anything , Aamna Baji came and we both kept silent on the matter.
By next day, everything was normal and I was talking to her normally. She was also behaving as if nothing has happened.
Next day was Monday, and I was going to office. Aamna came to me and asked me to bring vegetables from the market while coming back. I said OK and asked her to give me a list of vegetables needed.
Aamna gave me a list and went to her room for some work. As I was moving towards door, Ammijaan came to me and softly said, “Imran! Please bring one big Brinjal also with vegetables. Don’t give it me Aamna but me secretly.
Her face was red with shame while saying this. I teasingly said, “Mother! Why you need only one brinjal? It is not sufficient for dinner. Do you want it to use in you, I mean your down there?”
Mother’s face again went red on hearing me, but still she smiled shyly and said, “Imran! Don’t speak so much. You know why I need it. Please do as I told you. Give it to me secretly and not let your elder sister get suspicious.”
I smiled and nodding my head went to my office. In the evening I brought vegetables and handed them to Aamna Baji, but kept 2 brinjals in my bag.