Then the phone rang….. it was her Punjabi friend Gurpreet Kaur. They had been best friends for as long as either one could remember. Normally, Protima would have been happy to talk with her friend forever, but today, she had to make sure her son got out of the house in time for his coaching institute.
‘Gurpreet sure wants to talk about her latest conquest,’ Protima said to herself under her breath as she grabbed her mobile.
Protima and her Punjabi friend were, physically, polar opposites. Though their personalities were nearly synonymous of each other, physically one didn’t come close to resembling the other. Gurpreet was tall and slim. Protima, though nowhere close to being fat, was four inches shorter than Gurpreet and few kgs heavier with much wider hips like most of middle-aged Bengalee housewives.
Gurpreet had medium apple-sized tits, while Protima’s were bigger and full. Although the color of their hair were black, Gurpreet liked to keep her style in Bob-cut fashion while her own slightly wavy hairs were long cascading her ass. Also, Gurpreet was two years older and was still without any child as doctor had already declared a blank negative about her pregnancy.
“Okay, my dear sweet friend,” Protima replied gleefully. “Well! You would sure declare that you took a thirteen yrs old student of your school at your home last afternoon and fuck his brains out?”
“Neither,” Gurpreet said as she tried to suppress a giggle.
“What do you mean by that remark?” Protima asked.
“Just what I said….. neither.”
“Bullshit. I don’t believe you.”
“Not that it’s any of your concern,” Gurpreet began, “But I just happened to find a delectable nineteen year old Adibasi scavenger who accepts my request to drive my car.”
Protima was surprised by her aristocratic friend’s choice. She and her best friend had done a lot of carpet munching when they were in school and most of it had been on each other. They still got together when time and schedules permitted.
“I would like to hear all about it, but not right now. I have to make sure my son joins his coaching institute.”
“Speaking of your son,” Gurpreet said. “When are you going to let me seduce him?”
Protima gasped and giggled at the same time. Her son had started working out with weights when he was barely twelve. His body had been well sculptured since he was thirteen. It was after that her friend had been telling her what she wanted to do some silly things with him.
“Preet!” She exclaimed. “You know he is only fourteen yrs old and he’s my son!”
“So what, Pro? Do you want to keep him in your ‘Anchal’ ( Last Portion of Saree ) for yourself? I know you get lonely sometimes when your husband would stay outside long enough for his business purpose to keep you satisfied. And speaking about your son… you sure agree he is no more kid now…. do you notice the huze bulge at his crotch. I can’t wait to see the real thing.”
But Protima had already seen the real thing and could feel that her friend’s speculation wasn’t wrong at all. However she was glad they weren’t talking face to face. Had they been, her friend would have seen her blush profusely. Then she would have been teased without mercy. She laughed in spite of her growing horniness just remembering the early morning’s incident.
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