Watching My Loving Parents

We were an average family of five, well known and respected in the community. My Dad, Ravi, was a postmaster at the local post-office and my Mom, Rani, was a staff-nurse at the district hospital. Dad was then 53 and Mom had just turned 50. Both had fallen in love with each other many moons ago and brought three of us into this world. My eldest sister, Sheela, was 27, a dentist by qualification, recently married to a lawyer and happily settled down in Kuala Lumpur. My second sister, Leela, was 22 and in her third year of a psychology degree at the Science University in Penang. My name is Mohan and I was the youngest at 18. I had just started my first semester, pursuing a Chemical Engineering degree at the University of Malaya in Kuala Lumpur.
Our home was located in the town of Tampin in the southern part of Malaysia. At that time, we stayed in a government house (provided by the government, since both my parents were working in the civil service) in a "civil-servants" neighbourhood. The house was a typical Malay-style house, built of wood with the front half of the house, built on concrete stilts. We had a large veranda in the front, leading to the living room. There were two bedrooms opening up to the living room – one was occupied by my parents and the other by my sisters. The two rooms shared a common, large attached bathroom (WC plus shower) – you had to walk down a short stairs to the bathroom. Then we had a utility room which we used as our prayer room. This was all on the front half. The back half was on ground level – from the upper front half, you had to walk down a short stairs to the back part, which comprised of two bedrooms, a spacious dining area, kitchen, store, a large bathroom and a drying area. The two bedrooms were at each corner, separated by the kitchen and the store. This was an old house, but still in pretty good shape generally. The outer walls of the house were made of thick, sawn timber, but the inner partitions (between the rooms) were thin.
I occupied one of the bedrooms at the back and the other was used by my Grandpa before he died some years ago. This was now used by our live-in maid, Sundari. Sundari was 50 (like Mom) and a widow, since the past 5 years. She has been our maid since I can remember and she brought us up. We fondly called her Aayahmah (literally translated as maid mother) and being the only boy around, I was her pet. Sundari shared a close relationship with my Mom. Her ex-husband worked as a labourer, but life was difficult for them and they could hardly make ends meet. They had a beautiful daughter, Mala, whose upbringing was financed by my parents' right from the start. Sundari, together with Mala, had moved into that room after her husband died (alcohol poisoning) more than 5 years ago. They became an integral part of our family and were very happy. Mala, a few weeks younger than me, had finished school and was now at a nurses' training college in Taiping.
We were third generation Tamils in Malaysia and were Hindus by religion. We observed prayers, fasts and special days, as well as visited the temple regularly. Neither Dad nor Mom smoked or drank alcohol. They were in perfectly good health (neither was overweight nor fat) and actually, looked much younger than their ages. They were careful about their diets but did not prevent us from eating anything that we liked. They were not really conservative but expected a certain discipline from us.
The story to follow happened in late 1976. I had a 2-week semester break and decided to spend all the time at home. Campus was my first time away from home for a long period and I missed my parents and home. For the first week, I was going to be there alone with my parents and Aayahmah. My sister, Leela, who was also having a 2-week semester break, would only come home the following weekend, as she had some assignments to complete.
I arrived home on Friday evening to the warm welcome of my Dad. Mom was away at a week-long refreshers' course in Kuantan and would be back on Saturday afternoon. I went to greet Aayahmah in the kitchen where she was preparing something for us to eat. She gave me a big hug and asked about my well-being.
Over dinner, Dad was asking me about my course and the campus. He brought me up to date about Sheila, Leela and Mala – how each of them was doing. After dinner, Dad and I went up to watch the news on TV, where he also updated me about the latest news and gossips in town. Aayahmah had her dinner, put away the dishes and cleaned up.
Around 11pm, I wished Dad goodnight and went to my room. I was feeling tired after the journey. As I went down the stairs, I saw Aayahmah sorting out the dirty clothes for washing.
"Good night, Aayahmah. It's good to be home again," I wished her.
"Good night, Sweetheart . Sleep well, you must be tired," she replied.
As I lay on my bed, my thoughts were moving from one thing to another, not really focussing on any one subject. I had everything a boy could ask for – I had a good family, I excelled in my studies and sports and I was liked by everyone. But I was a late developer as far as sex was concerned - I had only discovered masturbation when I was close to 16. That was when I saw my first Penthouse magazine, lent to me by my best friend. I soon started reading more about sex and making love – the Kamasutra fascinated me. And, I saw my first porno film (40 mm) when I was 17.
But, at 18 I was still a total virgin. Sure I liked girls and had many girl friends at school and now, campus, but in our society many things at that young age were taboo. And, due to my late development in this area, I was also very, very ignorant. I never associated my family with sex for example. I never considered my Mom, Aayahmah or sisters in a sexual way. And worse, I didn't even think my parents were having sex – sure they had given birth to us, but I always assumed it was a task, not a pleasure (till I was 15, I still believed that the stork brought the babies from God to earth). Yes at 18, a very ignorant me. I dozed off to a deep slumber.
Woke up late the next day and after a shower, I sat down to have some hot breakfast or rather brunch. Dad had left early for work and would be back at 5pm. Aayahmah sat across me and chatted with me. She asked me about campus, my studies and friends. I gave her all the details. I asked her how Mala was doing and she updated me.
After brunch, I grabbed my bike and cycled to town. No particular purpose, but only to check if any of my former schoolmates were around. Not finding anyone, I cycled around aimlessly and then headed home. I told Aayahmah that I will skip lunch and instead do some homework. She was busy downstairs with the washing and cleaning.
Mom came home at 3pm. She looked as ever elegant in her nurse's uniform. I greeted her with a big hug.
"Look at you, you have grown darker," she exclaimed.
"Yeah, too much football under the sun, Mom," I replied. "How was your training course?" I asked.
"Oh, the usual, boring refreshers' course," she answered. "Let me go greet Aayahmah and get changed," she continued.
After she had greeted Aayahmah and exchanged some small talk, she went to her room to get changed. "I am going to lay down for a nap, tired after the long week" Mom said. "We will go to the temple later for prayers," she continued.
"Ok, it will be nice to go with Dad and you," I answered.
Dad came home at around 6pm – he had stopped for a haircut on the way home. Mom had already woken up, had a shower and dressed to go to temple. She greeted Dad with a simple "Hi, Athan, how are you?" (Athan is Tamil word which wives use to dearly call their husbands). Dad replied that he was fine and asked her when she had got back. She told him to go take a shower, as we were going to the temple.
Before leaving for the temple, Mom told Aayahmah to prepare a light thosai (pancake) dinner. Mom looked radiant (even exotic) in her yellow, silk sari - she is about five-ten in height, fair complexion and medium built. Saris always look good on her and with long black hair half way down her back she looked like the Goddess herself. A string of fresh jasmine flowers was fixed to her hair and a red pottu (kumkum powder) adorned her forehead. Dad usually wore a dhoti to temple and with his six foot frame, he looks really aristocratic. Standing in the temple, I couldn't help but admire my parents – they made such a beautiful couple. Some folks in the temple came over to talk to us. Some asked me about the university and my course. We left for home after having some prasadham (sweet rice).
Aayahmah had made my favourite meal – thosai with coconut chutney. I had a good helping as I had skipped lunch. Everyone was chatty.
"How was your course, Rani?" Dad asked.
"Generally alright, but at times boring. There were some funny moments too" Mom said.
"What funny moments?" Dad asked.
"I'll tell you another time," Mom smiled.
"What funny moments at a nursing course?" I wondered.
Mom turned to me and asked "How is life in campus? Any girlfriends?"
"Knowing him, he would be engrossed in his books and football" said Dad.
"Life is fun, Mom. But I want to establish myself within the campus community first. Girls will have to wait," I replied.
"Do whatever you think is right" said Mom and Dad simultaneously.
After dinner, Dad and I sat for a while in the veranda while Mom helped Sundari clean up. After Mom was done, we went for a short walk around the block to a small playground. We always did that after meals – helps with digestion. We chatted more there and we got back home about an hour later. Mom & Dad sat to watch TV while I went to my room to listen to a live English soccer match on the radio.
At about 11pm, I came upstairs to get some extra pillows from my sister's room. Aayahmah was already asleep so I couldn't ask her. My parents were probably asleep as well, I thought. As I was looking for the pillows in my sister's room, I could hear voices from my parent's bedroom. For some reason, I put my ear to the thin wall separating the rooms and tried to listen to what they were talking.
"When do you start work again, Rani?" Dad asked.
"On Tuesday, morning shift," Mom replied. "We have to go the market and get provisions tomorrow," she continued, "Leela is also coming to stay next weekend."
"Yes, I know. We'll do it tomorrow," Dad confirmed.
I heard someone opening the door to the common bathroom and minutes later, the shower running. Call it curiosity or call it premonition, I decided to stay a while longer in my sister's room. I switched off the lights in the room and in the darkness I spotted some rays of lights coming through the wall from my parents' bedroom. I checked them and found three tiny holes, from different vantage points, which offered me a clear view into my parents' room.
Their bed was situated across on the other side of the wall, so I had a perfect view of Dad sitting on the bed reading a book - one of the holes offered that direct view. Another hole offered an angled view to the bed, but a direct view to the dressing table, which had a large mirror. So, I could see Dad's reflection on it. The third hole offered another angled view to the bed from the other side.
My heart stopped beating as I comprehended what I was about to do – I was going to peep on my parents. I wasn't expecting anything really in my ignorance, but I was just so curious.
A few minutes later Mom came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and a sarong underneath. My eye was glued to the scene before me. Her long hair was undone and she sat in front of the dressing table. I saw her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her hair – she was beautiful.
So what were the funny moments at your training?Dad asked still reading his book.He had his sarong on.
"One of the trainers asked if there was a bone in the penis" replied Mom with a smile.
"Did you answer that?" asked Dad.
"No" said Mom "but one of the junior nurses did."
"The trainer then asked how come the penis becomes so hard, if there is no bone," said Mom.
"Because there's a bone" laughed Dad. He had put away the book and was admiring Mom.
"No, silly. Another participant explained about stimulation and erection" answered Mom.
I was getting mighty interested in their conversation and was glad I stayed. When I heard Mom lock the bathroom door on her side, I waited a while and then quietly opened the door on my side a little, so that I could hear their talk much clearer. I also checked to see if there were any other lights on in the house. Everything was in darkness except the light in their room. I alternated between the three peep holes to have the best view.
"You always said I had a bone," continued Dad.
"When you are hard, it is like a bone, darling," laughed Mom. "Did your bone miss me?" she asked. As she asked that, she was looking away from him (and me). She slipped off the sarong and pulled on a nightgown. In that split second, I saw her naked body from the back. Nice medium built and not much fat at all – my first view of a naked woman in real life, my Mom.
"Yes, he did. He wants you so much," said Dad.
"Did he miss his honey-pot?" asked Mom.
"Yes, and me too. I am starved of your honey, Rani" said Dad.
I could have never imagined that. My parents talking in such erotic fashion. "What else am I in for?" I wondered.
"She's missed him too. And, I have missed you, Athan. One week is too long without you" said Mom, as she approached my Dad. He stood up and they held each other before he bent down to kiss Mom full on the lips. Their hands started roaming over their backs.
"God, I have missed you, da" said Dad. "I want you."
Mom switched on the two table lamps at either side of their bed and then switched off the main room light. On one of the side tables, there were two tumblers, probably filled with milk or plain water. My parents usually drank warm cow's milk before bed. The string of jasmine flowers which Mom had on her hair at the temple was also on that side table.

Let me worship you first my darling" said Mom, getting down on her knees. She pulled off his sarong and there stood my Dad naked. I gasped at his semi-hard cock – it looked massive. It must have been around 6 to 7 inches long only, but really thick. She planted a kiss on his cock and said "Mmm, I want you in me."
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My Mom and Dad doing things what I'd seen on film! How could it be? How could I have been so ignorant to not imagine them making love. I was getting excited by now, not so much as in sexually stimulated but as in watching the scene unfolding before me.
Dad held her by her head as she slowly took his rod into her mouth little by little. She licked around the head before sliding it back into her mouth. She did this a few times before she gently forced him to sit down at the age of the bed.
It gave me a chance to admire his now fully-hard cock. Yes, it was truly beautiful – it looked like the mighty lingam. It was really thick and surrounded by a bush of hair. And the head was like a mushroom, beautifully shaped. I was less than 8 feet away from them, on the other side of the wall.
Mom took off her robe and stood completely naked in front of Dad. His cock twitched when he saw her like that. GOD was she beautiful! Nice rounded breasts, not too big and only a little sag. She had a little tummy fat but fitted well with her figure. Her bums were also nicely rounded, with little sign of stretch. What really caught my eye however was the dark hair between her legs – she was VERY HAIRY! I knew she had hairy armpits (which normally are hidden, as she always wears dresses or blouses with sleeves outside the house) but I never ever imagined that much hair down under. And, that contrast against her fair skin was a sight. I was now turned on as Dad reached out and stroked her pussy hair.
Mom bent down to kiss him on the lips. I could see their mouths open as they exchanged tongues. Dad was still stroking Mom's pussy gently. Mom put a pillow on the floor and then slid down her knees on it, between Dad's legs. She took hold of his cock and licked it from his balls up to the head and down again. Dad held her head as she manipulated his magnificent tool with her lips and tongue. At one point, she had the whole cock in her mouth and Dad groaned "Ohhhh, Rani....that's soooo nice. He's missed you."
"I know" said Mom, looking up at Dad for a second, "he's talking to me. He wants to give me his honey."
Dad rested his back against the mattress while Mom increased her sucking. She used one hand on his balls, while she used the other to rub his nipples.
"Suck me, Rani, make me cum, make me explode" groaned Dad, as Mom expertly used her mouth. She now had only his head in her mouth and sucked on it in small intervals, using her tongue to lick around it in between. She took her long hair and spread it over Dad's thighs. It hid my view slightly but the sight before me was more erotic than anything I'd seen before. My cock was rock hard at that moment, but I forced myself to keep my hand away from it – I wanted to see Mom and Dad till they finished.
Mom held Dad's cock now in her hand and talked to it. "You are mine and I want you," before taking it all the way into her mouth.
Dad lifted his bums off the mattress as he tried to force more of it in. "Ohhh...Rani, yesss. Suck my cock; suck it. Please Rani ma, please."
Mom increased her sucking tempo and Dad was going wild. He reached out to stroke her long hair back and looked at her with such love and pleasure. "I'm going to explode soon, darling" he cried. Mom looked at him and continued her oral loving, bobbing her head up and down faster, seeing the pleasure she was giving to the man whom she loved and belonged to.
And then Dad exploded. "Raniii....ma, oh my Darling YESSSSS.....aaaahhhhhh". Mom didn't lose a beat and continued, as Dad humped her mouth. "Oh yesss......Raniiiiiii". After a few more hard strokes, he fell back on the bed and Mom slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled her mouth off his still hard cock. He had shot his load into Mom's hungry mouth.
What happened next was incredible. Mom kept stroking his cock and squeezed out the last globs of his cum which flowed out over the side of his cock. She then placed her mouth over his cock head and let the cum already in her mouth (she had kept it in her mouth without swallowing) pour out over Dad's cock. The sight was amazing – thick cum slowly falling down from her mouth over his cock. It was like the abishegam (worship) done on a Shiva lingam, when milk or yoghurt is poured over the lingam. And, then she sat in front of him, She took the string of jasmine flowers which was on the side table (next to the bed) and circled it around Dad's cock. She kneeled in front of his cock as if in prayer and said "My Lord, My Linga, My Love" before licking of all the cum on his cock and balls and finally, taking his cock once again into her mouth to completely clean it.
At that precise moment, my cock twitched and exploded, without me even touching it. I muffled my cries on the pillow as I had an intense feeling all the way from my head right down to my toes. Never had I expected to see this, especially my parents engaged in such love acts. I was seeing my parents in a new light.
Dad sat up and looked at Mom. "Rani-ma, I'm yours da, yours only." He stood up and they kissed again before Mom rested her head against his chest.
"Was it nice, Athan?" asked Mom. "You came a lot, I love your honey".
"Yes, it was so intense, as always. I am surprised this old cock still cums that much," said Dad.
"It's not old. Look at it" said Mom as she held it. "It's still so hard and it's mine. It's beautiful," she kissed him.
"Let me worship you now my Goddess, let me pleasure you" said Dad lovingly.
They turned and Mom sat on the edge of the bed. Dad got down on his knees now and kissed her. Mom pulled his head down to her breasts and Dad flicked his tongue over the now hard nipples. She had nice, big areoles and nipples and Mom held out her boobs, offering them to Dad. Dad started sucking on them as Mom stroked his hair. After a while Dad looked up at her and said "I need your honey now."
He pushed her back on the bed and spread her legs. He planted kisses on her pussy. My first view of a pussy that close and she was beautiful. Dad used his fingers to part her pussy hair and slowly let his tongue trace along her pussy lips starting from the bottom. One of Mom's hands was at the back of his head, guiding him. She used the other hand to spread the top of her pussy lips when Dad's tongue reached that point, obviously opening up her clit for his attention. Dad then used one hand to knead her bums and the other to touch her breasts and body. It was so beautiful to see them that way. No hurry, no force, just plain simple loving.
I couldn't see much of Mom's pussy at first, apart from the hair but it was a sight to behold, as they set a rhythm – Dad lapped her pussy slowly and when his tongue reached the top, Mom would raise her bums off the bed. This went on for a few minutes till Mom raised her legs up and spread them wide – Dad supported her legs with his hands and licked hungrily. Now I could see her pussy lips open – some pink in the black hair.
"That's where I came out from," I thought, as I adjusted my now hardening rod.
"Mmmm...Athan. Your tongue is driving me crazy. Make me cum, please Athan, please," cried Mom, as she spread her legs even wider. She used her fingers to spread open her pussy lips, as Dad eagerly moved his tongue up to her clit. He was moving his tongue around her clit, first gently and then with increased tempo, which made Mom cry out for more.
"Yesss.Athan, my darling,I love your mouth and tongue.Please don't stop. I want this everyday," moaned Mom. Her legs were now over Dad's shoulders, as he went about pleasuring his beloved woman.
He looked up at her to say "I love your hairy cunt, Rani. It's beautiful. I love your taste. I want you to cum in my mouth, darling." Then he dived back to her pussy and continued the oral assault with his tongue.
"My pussy is yours, Athan, only yours. It's for you alone. Eat it, make me cum please," cried Mom. She started raising her hips in a constant rhythm to Dad's licking. She now pulled on Dad's hair, trying to pull him into her pussy. "Lick me, lick me, lick me," repeated Mom.
I saw Dad slowly use a finger to rub along her slit as his tongue continued to lap her leaking pussy. I could here the wetness now as Dad inserted a finger into Mom.
"Yesss.....make me cum, Athan, I'm close," cried Mom, "my honey is pouring for you, my love."
Mom raised her back of the ground as she pushed her pussy hard into Dad's face. "Lick me, Athan, I'm cummmiiiinnnngggg," as she fucked his face with her hairy pussy, "YESSSS cumminnggggggggggg more, more, please Athan, Aaaathan...aathaaaan, don't stop licking. Move your tongue," she cried.
Dad did just that I guess, as Mom gave a mighty push to his face and fell back on to the bed, groaning in pleasure. Dad immediately sat back on the floor and pulled Mom upright using both her hands to a standing position.
"Squat over my face and pour your honey out", he cried.
He leaned back and Mom stood with her legs on either side of his head and positioned her pussy over Dad's open mouth. His cock was standing up like a flagpole again, hard and twitching. Her legs were apart and she bent her knees slightly to open up her pussy to his face. I actually saw her honey dripping on to Dad's face and heard him cry "Yes, drown me with your love juice, Rani."
Mom held on to his head pulling his mouth to her pussy as she dripped her juice into his mouth. Dad had his hand on her bums, trying to squeeze more juice out of her. His tongue was out as she humped him like that. "Athan....Athan, yesssss....," she cried as another wave of pleasure hit her.
The sight was too much for me and I only stroked twice before my cock spewed out for the second time that night. What a most beautiful and erotic scene – of two lovers pleasuring one another. That they were my parents heightened my pleasure.
Mom continued to move her pussy on Dad's face. "Yesss, Rani, rub your honey all over my face. I love your yoni da. It's mine," cried Dad.
After a while, Mom slid down and sat on Dad's laps. She reached down to grab his mighty lingam and impaled herself on it. "Aaaahmmmma...." she cried, before starting to move slowly to accommodate Dad's fabulous prick inside her cunt.
"Feels so gooood, Athan," cooed Mom.
"God, I love your pussy da, it's so tight...mmmm," moaned Dad.
What a sight to behold – Dad sitting on the floor and Mom sitting on him, facing him, with his cock buried deep inside her pussy. My cock refused to go down. They moved slowly, no hurry, no rush. She held on to him and kissed him, as she crushed her hard nipples against him.
"Suck my nipples," pleaded Mom, as she leaned back. Dad took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked on it, then the other. Mom really did have nice boobs.
"I love you, da. I love your cock in me," whispered Mom, as she bounced on his cock.
"Keep me inside you forever," whispered Dad, and pushed up, forcing his rod deeper into Mom.
"Mmm...yesss, nice," cried Mom.
"Squeeze me, Rani," pleaded Dad, followed by "Yesss.... "
Mom was obviously milking his cock.
"Let's get up on the bed," said Mom.
"Okay, hold on," said Dad and without parting from Mom, slowly stood up with Mom still impaled on his prick, her legs wrapped around his hips and her hands around his neck. Dad turned around and sat down slowly on the bed, eventually lay down on his back. Mom didn't miss a beat and now started riding his cock – her hairy pussy going down on Dad's mighty cock was so clear before my eyes and it was a sight to behold. I stood mesmerized as I witnessed this finest union of lingam and yoni, my Dad and Mom.
Mom started moving faster now, fucking Dad. On every downwards movement, Dad pushed up, his bums lifting off the mattress, as he pushed his full length into Mom. And then I heard it for the first time
"Fuck me, darling. Fuck me hard. I love your big cock," cried Mom in obscene pleasure, her long hair swirling around as she rode Dad. I had never heard my Mom or Dad use swear words till that moment.
"GODDDD, it feels so good, Athan. Fuck me..." she continued, looking at Dad with so much passion and heat. She used her hands to support herself against Dad's shoulders and started really humping him. Her breasts were moving and Dad reached out to pull on her nipples, as he continued his upward thrusts in unison to Mom's downward force.
"GOD...Rani ma, your pussy is so wet and tight. It feels so good, I love it," groaned Dad.
"Yes, Athan. It feels so good around your cock. I love your cock, it's mine. Fuck me, Athan," cried Mom.
I started stroking my cock in tandem with my parents. Never in my wildest dreams had I expected this. They were beautiful together. Not obscene, just very erotic....and there was so much LOVE. The look on Mom and Dad, the way they touched each other, the way they kissed each other, the way they moved together, the way they fucked....like the God and Goddess...just LOVE.
Their urgency increased as the ultimate bonding seemed near.
"Let's explode together, da" cried Dad.
"Yes, Athan, I'm near, just fuck me hard with your love stick. Yesss..like that," cried Mom,as she started to grind her pussy really hard against Dad, while he lifted his back off the bed again. Mom held on to his bums now and tried to pull him as deep as possible and then she virtually screamed,Nowww yessssss."
"Raniiii.YESSSSSSSS........cum my darling, cum on my cock...." moaned Dad as Mom started her explosion.
"Athan...Athaaaaannnn.....yes, cummminnngggggggggggg, God Athan......feels so good. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee," screamed Mom.
And then Dad really started pounding her pussy, holding Mom by her hips and crying "Exploding Rani my cock is exploding.aaahhhh.squeeze it, milk it dry, Rani.yesssmore, more.crush my cock in your pussy."
They went at it like jack-rabbits for another five minutes or so till Mom screamed again "Athan fuck me fuck me till I die....I want to die like this...on your cock...fuck me........YESSSSSS....cumminnggggg again, Athan.....maaaa." She fell forward on his chest, but kept on grinding her hips.
My cock spurted out an impressive third load of cum. The pillow was soaked with my cum as were my shorts and my cock was still rock hard. I had witnessed an act of love like never before. My eyes were glued to them.
They were still moving, but slowly – strokes to prolong the pleasure, I was to learn much later. Mom lay on top of Dad and kissed him all over his face. "I love you, Athan," she kept repeating between kisses. She reached out to pick up the string of jasmine flowers which lay on the floor.
Mom lifted herself gently off Dad's cock and placed one hand under her pussy, as if to cover it. With the other hand she put the jasmine flowers around the base of Dad's cock. She then sat back on his cock and started riding again slowly. "Your cock and my pussy are now married, Athan," she cried, "we are one always" and fell back on him, never once stopping the gyration of her pussy on Dad's phallus. My cock stirred again.
After a few more minutes of that, Mom got off Dad's cock and replaced it with her mouth. She cleaned his cock of all their honey and then took a tumbler of milk and offered it to Dad. He took a sip

and passed the rest to Mom. She then lay back by the side of Dad, both on their backs.


For me, it was seeing two people who were so deeply in love and who had just made such intense, passionate and taboo-less love. Seeing them lay there, I was really spellbound. Mom, fair

skinned nice rounded breasts and an extremely hairy pussy – her legs were partly opened. Dad, a little fairer than Mom, little hair on his chest, but a mighty tool between his legs. His cock was

now flaccid but what a beauty. They were made for each other. They looked lovely. And, they were MY parents. I was proud and felt really good.

Laying there, in the after-glow of their love-making, they talked to each other.

"It was fantastic, Athan. God, I love you so much. I love your cock, my lingam. I wish I could keep you in my pussy forever," said Mom, as she touched Dad's cock.

"Yes, Rani, my Goddess. You give me so much pleasure. I love you," said Dad, as he inserted a finger into Mom's leaking pussy and brought it back to his mouth to suck on it. "I love your yoni

da. I wish I could hide in your pussy and be with you all the time."Moments later, Mom got up kissed Dad's cock once again before heading to the bathroom. I immediately closed the bathroom

door on my side. She came back a few minutes after that, dried herself with the towel and pulled Dad by his tool gently. Dad got up to use the bathroom. Mom took a sip of milk and got into bed.

Dad came back, dried himself and tied his sarong. He drank some water from the other tumbler before getting into bed. They hugged each and with a final kiss, said goodnight and switched off the

lights.

I looked at the clock and it was 1a.m. They had been making love for almost two hours. I quietly made my way back downstairs to my room, carrying the wet pillow with me. My shorts were also

damp. In my room, I changed my shorts, switched on the ceiling fan and after a glass of water I switched off the light and got into bed.

I reflected on what I'd seen, re-enacting every scene from the start. God, it was so erotic and beautiful. As image after image of my parents making love flashed through my mind, I felt nothing

but sheer joy for them. My cock was getting hard again and I stroked it slowly.

I did not want to replace my Dad between Mom's legs or to have Mom suck my cock or the likes. Far from that, I was in total respect of them – they were made for each other. Seeing them having

such pleasure, I wanted to be like them, to find a woman like Mom whom I could fully satisfy like Dad did and she, me - and to love each other for eternity, just like my parents. But God, did I want

to see my parents making love again...my cock erupted again as the image of my Mom crying out on my Dad's cock flashed in my mind. "I love you Mom, I love you Dad", I whispered before

turning around to catch some sleep.

Some time during the night I had a dream. Mom was riding Dad and crying out "Fuck me with your beautiful cock, Athan. Fill me up with it and cum in my pussy. It needs your love, let's make a

baby."

"Yesssss, Raniii.....ma, my Goddess, here it comes da......my love juice....filling your yoni up", cried Dad, "let's make our baby".

"Athan....aathaaaaaan......am cumminggg on your cock, am making our baby," screamed Mom, as they exploded together.

Mom lifted herself off Dad's cock and sat on Dad's chest. She opened her pussy lips and told Dad with so much love "Look Athan, look inside my yoni, there's our baby, do you see it?"

"Yes, Rani, I see our baby da", replied Dad looking inside Mom's love tunnel.

I looked into the tunnel - I saw myself.

On Sunday morning, I awoke to the sun's rays peeking through some openings in the wooden walls of my room. I looked at my bed-side clock and it was 8:40. I was about to get out of my room

to use the toilet, but stopped when I heard voices outside my room (from the dining area). My room door was slightly open, so I could clearly here the conversation.

"You look radiant this morning, Rani-ma," Aayahmah complimented Mom, "such a happy and satisfied look. Your face and eyes tells a story of so much love."

"Ohh you! Don't tease me-lah, Sundari. A week away from the man I love. What did you expect apart from a passionate night of love-making?" laughed Mom.

"Yes, I would have expected that. Annan (translates as big brother in Tamil) would have missed you too and wanted you so much," said Aayahmah. "You two are truly made for each other" she

continued.

"Yes, I am so lucky to have him," said Mom. I nodded in agreement.

"And he, you" replied Aayahmah. Again I nodded. "Here's your coffee, Rani-ma."

It was an interesting conversation between Mom and Aayahmah. They were so open with each other.

"I wish you could also enjoy the same womanly pleasures as I do, Sundari," said Mom. "You know that you are like my sister. And you know that I did try some years ago after your hubby died, to

persuade my hubby to take you as his second wife and satisfy you as a woman, but he's not the least interested. He's never raised that issue again. Not that it's you - he's just not interested in

any other woman. Says he's got more than enough woman in me," explained Mom further.

"I can believe that Rani-ma. He finds total satisfaction in you" said Aayahmah. "You two are the perfect couple -- blessed from the heavens. Long may you live as Man and Wife" she said in a

truly sincere tone. "Not once in the last 27 years that I have been working for you has Annan ever tried to flirt with me, he only has you in his eyes" continued Aayahmah.

"I may have been unlucky to have lost my husband early and not be able to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh anymore, but in another sense I am really blessed to be a part of your wonderful

family. The way you and Anna have treated Mala and me, what more could I ask for. I am truly happy here with you all" said Aayahmah.

There was silence for some seconds -- I assumed that they were just hugging and comforting each other. Then Mom said "I'll take his coffee up to him and after that we are going to the market.

Anything else needed besides the shopping list we made yesterday?" asked Mom.

"No, I think we got everything noted" replied Aayahmah.

I waited for a while, till I heard Dad's car driving away. Then I came out of my room and went to use the toilet, after which I headed for the kitchen to have my morning mug of coffee. Aayahmah

was making it for me and handed it over to me.

"Good Morning, Aayahmah," I wished. "Have Mom and Dad left for the market?" I asked.

"Good Morning, Mohan. Yes, they just left and should be back before 11:00. You know how crowded the market is on Sundays" replied Aayahmah.

"Did you have a good sleep?" she asked.

"Yes, a wonderful sleep," I said. "May I ask you something, Aayahmah?" I muttered.

"Sure, Sweetheart" she replied.

"How long have you known Mom and Dad?" I asked.

"More than 27 years, since your Mom was pregnant with Sheela" she replied. "We have shared a lot together. She's like my sister and your Dad like my brother" she continued.

Aayahmah was wearing a sari -- she always wore a sari around the house. Only when she did gardening, she used slacks and a shirt or t-shirt - she had a nice garden patch at the back, where

she grew some green vegetables, as well as flowering plants like jasmine, hibiscus and daisies. She was around the same height as Mom, though she had a bigger frame, but she wasn't fat.

After the events of last night and the conversation I overheard this morning, I was seeing her in a different perspective -- as a woman. She was darker than Mom but beautiful, with sharp, lovely

facial features and hardly any wrinkles. She had really nice, round eyes and sensual, thick lips and a pretty nose, adorned with a gold stud. Her hair was as long as Mom's and she always tied it

into a bun at the back. Her sari was well draped around her body and didn't show any flesh. All I could make out was her wide, well-rounded buttocks.

"Do you miss your husband, Aayahmah?" I asked.

"As a husband, NO!" she replied with bitterness. "It was an arranged marriage and he seemed a good man when we were first married. But when I was pregnant with Mala, he lost his job as an

attendant in the hospital, due to his drinking habit. Your parents advised him many times, but he never changed. Your Dad even found for him jobs as a gardener in the post-office, but his drinking

destroyed everything. Life for Mala and me was hell. I never found any satisfaction from him as a husband and Mala never as a father. Only your parents kept us alive and well" she said with tears

in her eyes.

"And, why are you so curious this morning, my son?" asked Aayahmah.

"Nothing really, I was just wondering. Why didn't you re-marry?" I asked.

"What? Who would want to marry me?" she asked. "And, in our society, it's unthinkable" she continued.

"Why not? I have a Tamil friend in campus whose Mom married a second husband at 55," I answered as I kept admiring her pretty face. "And, hey, I would marry you if I was a little older," I

joked.

She stared at me, laughed and then hugged me. "You always knew how to melt my heart, even when you were a baby" she said, holding my head to her bosom. "Now go take your bath" she

ordered.

Our bathroom downstairs was really large. Water from a tap was collected in a large porcelain tub, which helped make the water chill. We then used a plastic container (with a handle) to take the

water from the tub and pour it over ourselves -- a manual shower, you can say. I loved having a shower like that. Within the bathroom, there was also a square block of concrete, about waist

height, on which there was a granite stone cemented. This was where Aayahmah used to wash all our clothes on (no washing machine in those days or at least, we couldn't afford one). Mom had

however instilled discipline in my sisters that their panties and bras should be washed by themselves and not left around in the bathroom or laundry pail for someone else to wash.