“I can’t believe I’m even talking about my son’s masterbation and the size of his penis!” protested Ajmira meekly. “All right, he has a lovely big cock…. as you expected earlier, he is even bigger than my deceased husband…. it’s what you want to hear?”
“Yes dear…. but did you watch him cum? Was there a lot of it?”
“We are simply NOT having this conversation, Preet!” said Ajmira, who was nonetheless aware of a growing wetness between her legs.
Gurpreet laughed. “All right Ajmira, I guess we’ve badgered you enough. Don’t worry, honey, it’s all in good fun. Here, have some more RUM.”
Toward midnight, the party broke up, as Jaspal and Gurpreet left her room for the guestroom, somewhat unsteadily. Gurpreet said goodnight to Ajmira at the door to her room, then watched as she walked towards the guestroom.
Ten minutes later Gurpreet saw the lights in Ajmira’s room go off. She waited for a little while to make sure, and then eased out the door, wearing a short Maxi with it’s hem pasts her. Very calmly, she chalked out her plan as she smiled lewdly and walked quietly to Abdul’s nearby room. She hesitated for a moment, then knocked quietly on the door.
“Abdul,” she whispered. “It’s your Ma’am!”
After a moment, the door opened a little, and Abdul peered out. “Ma’am you! What’s the matter?”
“Let me in, Abdul. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Um…sure, Ma’am. Please come on in.” He opened the door and she followed him inside. He was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He gestured toward the only furniture in the room, the bed, and Gurpreet walked over and sat down, frankly admiring his youthful body.
“Come over and sit down, Abdul,” She said, patting the bed next to her. “C’mon, I won’t bite.”
Abdul moved to the bed and sat down next to her, very aware of the older woman’s intoxicating perfume. He thought how sexy she was, with her wavy, shoulder-length black hair and flawless fair skin. .He felt his cock stir in his boxers, and hoped that she wouldn’t notice the growing bulge there.
“Abdul, I just wanted to apologize for teasing you today in the living room. You know me, I get kinda crazy sometimes.”
“Oh, that’s okay, Ma’am. It didn’t bother me.”
“I know, but I think it bothered your mother.”
“She still thinks of me as a kid sometimes,” said Abdul sarcastically.
“Ohhhh, she shouldn’t do that. You’re definitely not a kid any more,” Gurpreet said slyly….. then changing the subject, she continued, “Listen, Abdul, there’s something I’ve always wanted to say you about. You know I haven’t a kid and so I treat you as my own. I want to see you a established and reputed person in future.”
“It’s OK Ma’am…. I’ll try to follow your advice.”
“Well…do you remember when I gave you Hindi coaching with Pobitro last year?”
“Sure, Ma’am, it was when I was a student of Class-VII…how could I forget that?”
“OK…. Now come to the point. In the recent test exam, you scored very poor and I didn’t expect that from you. You are my favourite student….. and secondary exam isn’t far away, the reputation of my school now totally depends on your performance. So, be attentive in my class and come to my house for special coaching…. yes, I’ve already talked with your mother and she is also worried about your poor performance.” Gurpreet sighed as Abdul nodded positively lowering his head shyly.