Like mother like daughter
Hi all, hope you had read my earlier story Bindu and her folks…well could’nt get enough time after that to pen my experiences. Am a bit free of my pressing career commitments nowso here’s the next ……about bindu….Chip of the old block !!!With beena now totally in my care , we were meeting and mating quite unabashedly . It was during one such day that I could break ice with bindu. As I had mentioned earlier bindu wasdoing her management studies inBangalore and used to come home on weekends or once a month. As beena had married early this lass of hers was around23yrs of age and in stark contrast to her mother. She was darkly dusky with a fine skin. Although she could never catch us together as we took adequate care but what has to happen has to happen….It was on a Saturday afternoon when we had just finished our session that the doorbell rang. Beena was perplexed , I quickly put on my shirt and lungi and she dashed off in her nighty to open the door. Hi mom!! Surprise…bindu exclaimed. Beena was also quite pleased withher daughters sudden coming. 2 days back I had gifted beena a nice wall hanging. A portrait of avillage girl carrying water . I justcame from the hallway adjacentto the bed room and said maybe I shall come later to put the picture . Bindu was staring at me and beena said uncle was here tohelp her with the wall hanging.Gosh !! were we caught?? . Bindu smiled at me and said thanks uncle for all the help. I really am not worried much about mom as you are around to help her. I said its my pleasure. Beena brought some cool mango frooti hot and asked me to join them. Diplomatically I enquired with Bindu , how her studies were going on. She said exams were round the corner and had a few project presentations. While beena had gone to get the drinks, bindu was on a call .Snidely I was looking at her .I mean this was the first time I saw her completely. And must say thoughshe had gone on her dad on the colour department as regards other paraphernalia she was all her mother. Normally have seen her wearing jeans and t shirt with a denim jacket most of the times. But today as it was afternoon she was wearing a longskirt with a short kurti top. She was non chalently speaking on her cell phone and I was taking stock of her. Bindu was around 5 ft 5 inches dark , the light coloured skirt and top only accentuated the duskiness more.She had quite a long legs with a flaring hips. You know when women wear skirts there bottom looks fairly large.In my judgement hers was around definitely 36 plus. She had nice shape and from the loose kurti , I could make out a flat stomach. But one thing was as it was a hot afternoon the kurti was clinging to her due to sweat and large puddle could be noticed under her arms. The swell of her chest and faintly I could make out small stubs of hernipples. Well she too was well endowed in this department too.Again a safe guess around 36BB. I felt an urge to just press those globes and take in her scents. Arm pits all sweaty was making me a bit horny. We sat down and were sipping frooti when the phone rang and beena picked it up , it was ajit and theywere talking sweet nothings. Meanwhile I felt some stares myself . In advertently turing my face , I found bindu checkingme out. Her sweaty body had got me all worked up and it was quiteevident from the bulge in my lungi. I forgot to mention I had’nt worn any undies. I just smiled at her and jokingly askedher mango milkshake is better than this frooti. She naughtily smiled and said I prefer bananamilk. Was this a proposition…I could not make out but did feel that shortly she was going to havemy banana milk. Bindu…acchan wants to have a word, she smiled and went away.What I had not understood in mynaivety was that both mother and daughter were more of buddies and used to share everything …all secrets. This I came to know much later and all along I had a faint suspicion but never bothered about the same.
Hi all, hope you had read my earlier story Bindu and her folks…well could’nt get enough time after that to pen my experiences. Am a bit free of my pressing career commitments nowso here’s the next ……about bindu….Chip of the old block !!!With beena now totally in my care , we were meeting and mating quite unabashedly . It was during one such day that I could break ice with bindu. As I had mentioned earlier bindu wasdoing her management studies inBangalore and used to come home on weekends or once a month. As beena had married early this lass of hers was around23yrs of age and in stark contrast to her mother. She was darkly dusky with a fine skin. Although she could never catch us together as we took adequate care but what has to happen has to happen….It was on a Saturday afternoon when we had just finished our session that the doorbell rang. Beena was perplexed , I quickly put on my shirt and lungi and she dashed off in her nighty to open the door. Hi mom!! Surprise…bindu exclaimed. Beena was also quite pleased withher daughters sudden coming. 2 days back I had gifted beena a nice wall hanging. A portrait of avillage girl carrying water . I justcame from the hallway adjacentto the bed room and said maybe I shall come later to put the picture . Bindu was staring at me and beena said uncle was here tohelp her with the wall hanging.Gosh !! were we caught?? . Bindu smiled at me and said thanks uncle for all the help. I really am not worried much about mom as you are around to help her. I said its my pleasure. Beena brought some cool mango frooti hot and asked me to join them. Diplomatically I enquired with Bindu , how her studies were going on. She said exams were round the corner and had a few project presentations. While beena had gone to get the drinks, bindu was on a call .Snidely I was looking at her .I mean this was the first time I saw her completely. And must say thoughshe had gone on her dad on the colour department as regards other paraphernalia she was all her mother. Normally have seen her wearing jeans and t shirt with a denim jacket most of the times. But today as it was afternoon she was wearing a longskirt with a short kurti top. She was non chalently speaking on her cell phone and I was taking stock of her. Bindu was around 5 ft 5 inches dark , the light coloured skirt and top only accentuated the duskiness more.She had quite a long legs with a flaring hips. You know when women wear skirts there bottom looks fairly large.In my judgement hers was around definitely 36 plus. She had nice shape and from the loose kurti , I could make out a flat stomach. But one thing was as it was a hot afternoon the kurti was clinging to her due to sweat and large puddle could be noticed under her arms. The swell of her chest and faintly I could make out small stubs of hernipples. Well she too was well endowed in this department too.Again a safe guess around 36BB. I felt an urge to just press those globes and take in her scents. Arm pits all sweaty was making me a bit horny. We sat down and were sipping frooti when the phone rang and beena picked it up , it was ajit and theywere talking sweet nothings. Meanwhile I felt some stares myself . In advertently turing my face , I found bindu checkingme out. Her sweaty body had got me all worked up and it was quiteevident from the bulge in my lungi. I forgot to mention I had’nt worn any undies. I just smiled at her and jokingly askedher mango milkshake is better than this frooti. She naughtily smiled and said I prefer bananamilk. Was this a proposition…I could not make out but did feel that shortly she was going to havemy banana milk. Bindu…acchan wants to have a word, she smiled and went away.What I had not understood in mynaivety was that both mother and daughter were more of buddies and used to share everything …all secrets. This I came to know much later and all along I had a faint suspicion but never bothered about the same.
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