“Thanks, Sona.” Ajmira looked at her son in a strange sort of way.
Then suddenly his mother kissed him on the lips which she did never. She held her mouth against him for a little while and he could taste her lipstick. It was nice, in a girl sort of way….. although she was his own mother and her breath was hot and musky. Suddenly he felt strange and gave a little squirm. She broke the kiss and looked at him again.
“Although you’re growing up so fast, you’re still a kid and novice about it, Sona. You don’t really understand now, but soon you will find out.” She smiled knowingly as he stood up in front of her and she put her hand on his chest, and slowly moved it down. When she got to his cock ( even though he had his half-pants on ) she gave it a little squeeze over the pants. “Oh yes, I could feel it…. you’re really growing up in this section.”
She then stood up and adjusted her towel. He caught a flash of her tits. His mother’s tits were as large as Malti-Masi…. yes, they became larger after his sister Taslima’s birth, but her skin was much paler and her nipples were pink. She swiftly covered those up.
“I’m going to breastfeed your sister. You can come out and help your Malti-Masi few minutes for cooking, if you like….. till I come back.”
“OK, Ammi,” Nodding his head, he went downstairs to the kitchen and waited for Malti-Masi’s coming.
He could hear his mother talking with Malti-Masi softly in her room. After a little while, his mother and Malti-Masi came out. His mother was wearing a Maxi, but Malti-Masi was wearing a blouse and a Saree….. pulling it above her knee….as if like a skirt…. like most of normal Adibasi women.
“OK, Malti…. I’ve to breastfeed my baby…. so take help from Abdul if you require,” said his mother, and gave the Adibasi maid a quick kiss on her black lips.
“Thanks Didimoni, no need for help…. I’ll do myself?’ They hugged as Malti-Masi returned the kiss, “You’re so is so good, Didimoni. And Choto-Malik is really growing up fast…. isn’t he?’
“Oh, yes, that he is, Malti,” His mother smiled happily as she walked towards her room.
“You’re a good boy…… now sit down here like a good boy and let me finish my work,” She said….. taking his hand as she helped him to sit on a nearby stool and then sitting on the floor, she started cutting some vegetables.
Normally when women cut the vegetables, they sit their bottoms down on the floor, and then put their legs under their ass so that you can’t see their underwear. But Malti-Masi didn’t do this! As she sat down on her ass, she spread her folded knees and as a result her Saree lifted up further which was previously left above her knee.
Abdul couldn’t help but looking between her spread legs! She was wearing neither a Saya ( Petticoat ) nor a panties under her Saree, and he could see her unobstructed black cunt in all it’s hairy glory.
There it was, a big, wet reddish slit with darkened swollen lips on either side, and a little finger glistening with moisture…. poking out at the top. The great forest of curly black hair spread either side….. covering everything else. She must have given him few seconds intentionally to stare at it.