When Janani And I Almost Get Caught – Part 9
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This is a continuation from my previous stories in the Anjan series (links on top) so read them first. Comments welcome at [email protected]. I jumped in her direction and hugged her tight from the side and planted a whole lot of kisses on her cheek. I ensured my hand held her waist (instead of her shoulders like I had been doing till now), and that too on the part not covered by her saree. I kissed her a bunch of times, resisted a strong temptation to lick her and made her face me. I put my face close enough to hers so our foreheads and noses touched each other. I looked directly into her face and said, “Maami, I will marry you right now, you are so damn hot!” I made it a point to squeeze her waist as I said that. She gave a curious look for a split second before laughing it off, and I laughed with her as I walked to Anjan’s room. The weekdays brought our decadent, perverted lifestyle back. On Monday, we fucked Janani so badly out of pent up frustration that she could barely walk properly till Wednesday. I started getting much closer to Anjan’s mom and was enjoying it. By Tuesday, I made it a part of the routine to get my face close enough to hers like on Sunday, and ensured her body completely pressed into mine, boobs crushing into my chest. On Wednesday, I noticed that she tied her saree below the navel, for whatever reason she did. I decided I’m gonna risk it and make a mention of it. As she raised her arms for our daily hug and I moved mine towards her waist, I put my left hand below the part of the pallu covering her belly, caressed her belly from the front and all the way to the back, pulled her into me with a jerk and kissed her cheek. I got my face close to hers and said, “Maami, don’t think I didn’t notice how sexy below the navel looks with you! Don’t let any of the guys in the office get near you though, you are mine”. I winked at the end of that, and hugged her really tight. “You are getting naughtier day by day! Idhellaam thappu! I’m like a mom to you so treat me with respect”, she said, half smiling, as I let her go and was about to pass her by. I felt naughty so I hugged her from behind, ensuring my hardon didn’t touch her, and replied, “Amma ellaam illa! You are now my girlfriend and I can do this! Your fault you are so sexy!” I kissed her on her cheek at the end and let her go. “Poda” she said dismissively, giggling, and walked off. On an impulse, I ran after her. She turned around and looked inquiringly. I was very tempted to kiss her on her lips, but controlled myself and just put my hand on her exposed waist and the other hand on her back, pulled her in for another hug, kissed her cheeks and said, squeezing her waist, “Maami, you are mine! I won’t even share you with maama!” She giggled, caught my face with her hands, pulled me down (I was 5’8” and she was 5’2”) kissed me on the forehead, nuzzled my nose and said, “I’m all yours, boyfriend” and laughed as she walked away. Obviously neither of us attached much value to the incident and both of us assumed the other was just cracking a joke. But Janani saw us and asked me what was up – I told her and she just went “hmmm” and started taking my shirt off for a quick fuck before she left. On Thursday, I got a little late in reaching Anjan’s place because the bus broke down. I walked up the stairs to their place a little dejected about the fact that I won’t get to do my daily perverted ritual with their mom, only to be shocked to see her waiting at the doorway. For a second I thought she had a holiday and was going to stay at home and got even more disappointed. But I realized she was fully dressed as if for work and started wondering what was up. “Sorry maami, bus breakdown, adhaan late”, I said walking towards her. “Ennaachu? How come you are still here? Did you also get late?” I inquired. She grinned and moved towards me, arms outstretched, “How can I leave without my daily quota of ego boosters from my boyfriend?” she giggled and hugged me as I pulled her into my embrace. “Now who is being naughty”, I cooed into her ear as I hugged her. I was tempted to grab her ass but knew it would mess everything up so I restrained myself. “Run, before you get late, girlfriend”, I said, squeezing her hip and laying stress on the last word. She tittered and ran away like a schoolgirl, as I walked away hornier than ever. Friday brought a similar scene, only I was on time and nuzzled her nose as I pinched her hip that day. Much as I enjoyed these brief interludes with their mom, the siblings were my predominant source of fun and we fucked like bunnies and did insanely crazy shit while at it. Which is why the next weekend was the worst. For one, Anjan and I knew we had studied barely anything and had our papers from Monday. For another, we weren’t interested in fucking till the exams were over. But the worst was that Janani was feeling exceptionally randy that weekend because of her upcoming periods and kept interrupting our studies. Finally, we managed to make her understand that we really need to study or we’ll flunk really badly and she agreed to leave the room after we fingered her to an orgasm while trying to study. At lunchtime, I offered to help set the table once again, while Anjan decided to continue studying. I noticed that their mom rarely flirted with me when her husband was in the house and so I didn’t flirt much with her either. But as I went into the kitchen, the first thing I could notice was her waist uncovered by the saree, and damp with sweat, as she stood at the stove. It was looking so luscious that it was all I could do to keep myself from grabbing and licking and biting at it. Their dad was anyway reading his stupid book so I decided to take the chance and walked over and put my hand on her waist, caressing and lightly pressing into her and hugging her from behind, careful not to let my hardon touch her, “hi, my sexy girlfriend”, I whispered into her ear. But to my shock, she pushed me away quietly and didn’t react at all. I decided not to push my luck any more and quietly help set the table. As we waited for her to finish the cooking, Janani came up to me and pinched my ass and pulled me into a kiss. I could almost swear her dad saw us, but he didn’t react so I assumed the idiot was too engrossed in his book. Since he was anyway not looking, Janani decide to go the whole way and fell onto the floor making out, releasing our pent up frustrations from a half day of no sex. I even started pulling her tee up and groping her boobs as she unzipped me and pulled my hard cock out and started stroking it. Only, we forgot that their mom isn’t as senseless as their dad and could hear us grunting as we made out. “Janani, ennaachu? Why are you kids making weird noises?” We sprang up to our feet and jumped back onto the table before she stepped out of the kitchen. I had the presence of mind to quickly think up of something so I grabbed Janani’s arm and kept mine on the table as if the two of us were arm-wrestling. Janani didn’t realize soon enough and didn’t get her hand properly into position so, just as their mom walked in, I shouted, “Hey cheating! You can’t keep your elbow off the table!”. Janani got the idea and quickly pushed my hand down with both her hand, taking the movement it required to push the tablecloth in my direction to hide my erection. “Rascals you kids are!” she giggled. Then she suddenly drew her face into a stern expression and told Janani to come into the kitchen. Janani and I were freaked, but she calmly got up and followed her mom into the kitchen as I made to push my cock into my pants and zipped it back. I waited with intense trepidation wondering whether their mom had seen my erection, and kept looking at the kitchen doorway. Within a few seconds, Janani walked out grinning broadly. As I questioningly looked at her, she lifted her tee and flashed me and blew a kiss in my direction and came and sat next to me. “She has issues with me not wearing a bra around the house, especially when you guys are around. Oh well!” she explained, and giggled as she took my hand and put it under her tee to her naked breast. I squeezed it as I licked her cheek and took it out as we waited for her mom. We had lunch and Anjan and I studied the rest of the day. To be continued unless you guys feel I shouldn’t. The next part involves a lot more sex, and a lot more balls being squeezed, and not just mine and Anjan’s. Comments welcome at [email protected] When Janani And I Almost Get Caught – Part 9