My mother-in-law was visiting us for the evening. She lived nearby, not too far from where we had purchased our house some time ago. In fact, one of the factors that made us purchase this house was its proximity to Poonam.
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Poonam Sharma, my mother-in-law, was a fifty plus year old Indian lady, widowed just prior to our marriage. She lived by herself, and Vidya dropped in at her place almost daily or every other day in the morning, right after I left for work. Vidya would spend some time with Poonam, before heading to the gym. Sometimes my mother-in-law would also join her using Vidya’s guest pass.
It wasn’t that Poonam really needed to join the gym – unlike other older Indian ladies she had managed to keep herself in decent shape. Just like Vidya, she always used to watch what she ate (not easy with the lavish use of ghee in many of our Indian dishes!), and even at her age she would regularly go for a run early morning in the neighborhood. Yes, her big boobs were now starting to sag, and there were some slight wrinkles on her face, and her hair wasn’t completely black any more, but Poonam still looked at least ten to fifteen years younger than other women her age. I was very proud of my mother-in-law.
Her daughter Vidya, my wife, had inherited Poonam’s good looks and her healthy habits. Like her mother, Vidya kept herself quite fit and athletic as well, despite marriage. Vidya often used to tell me that her mother was her inspiration.
We had all just finished our evening tea, and were sitting in the living room.
“Mama! Look at your butt!” Vidya suddenly told Poonam, after she reached for the samosa plate again. “It’s bulging!”
“It’s not!” Poonam indignantly stood up and turned around to look over her back. “I have a nice butt.”
“No, mama!” Vidya shook her head dismissively. “You need to hit the gym again. You don’t want to let yourself go, like my dear fatty here.”
Vidya giggled as she poked me in my tummy. I could only grin meekly.
“Ok, honey, guilty as charged!” I laughed nervously, patting the slight pudge around my waist.
“C’mon, jamai babu!” Poonam turned to me. “You are only slightly healthy.”
“Jamai babu” is what Indian mothers-in-law often called their sons-in-law out of respect.
Poonam then stood up, and turned around so her back was to me, and bent over. She then turned her neck slightly and asked, “Do you think I have a big butt, jamai babu?”
I nearly chocked on my samosa. I blushed bright red as I looked at my mother-in-law bent over, her butt right in front of my face, and then at my wife, Vidya, who had a naughty smile on her lips.
“Oh, mama, you are embarrassing Rajesh.” Standing up, Vidya came close to her mother, and gave her mother’s butts a squeeze. “That’s a lot of meat, mama. You are joining me in the gym tomorrow.”
“Well, OK, dear, if you want an old woman with you.” Poonam replied, as Vidya continued to squeeze her butt cheeks. “I would slow you down at the gym.”