Wonderful Journey with Bhabhi – Part 14

Continuing from Part 13…

My bhabhi’s friend knocked on the door and asked, “Are you alright? You’re not feeling hungry, Pradeep?”

I shouted from inside the room, “I need a plate of food. Can you bring it to my room alone?”

Bhabhi’s friend: “OK!”

Bhabhi: “Pradeep, open the door!”

Me: “No, Bhabhi. You scolded me. You didn’t even think that I’m searching for a job and am unemployed. How could you do this to me?”

Bhabhi: “Oh, sorry. I was tired, Pradeep, so I didn’t know what I was doing. Now, please open the door.”

I opened the door, and she (Bhabhi) brought lunch. She was wearing a white T-shirt and blue shorts. I was shocked after seeing her shining long legs and tight T-shirt. She looked like a college girl.

Bhabhi (in a low voice): “Pradeep, stop staring at me like that. I’m feeling discomfort, and my friend is watching us.”

I requested her friend to wait in the hall while we discussed something privately, so she left, and I locked my door.

I made her sit on my lap and asked her to feed me.

Bhabhi: “This is too much, Pradeep. You’re not my son, while he is sleeping in my room.”

Me: “He drank your milk, and I too drank your milk, so in a way, I’m your son only.”

Bhabhi: “OMG, stop, stop! Don’t say all those things now. My friend might hear.”

Now she sat on my lap, feeding me with a spoon. Wow, her ass is so soft; I didn’t feel any weight on me, and her fragrance was much better than in the morning when I attacked her in the bathroom.

My dick started getting big, and she could feel it too. Later, I asked her to feed me with her hand.

Bhabhi: “Oh, come on!”

Me: “Please, Bhabhi!”

She put the spoon aside and started feeding me with her hand. When she put her finger along with the food in my mouth, it tasted different. After swallowing the food, I licked her fingers slowly two or three times.

Me: “Bhabhi, I want to open your T-shirt and eat food while looking at your bra.”

Bhabhi: “No!”

Me: “Please, Bhabhi…”

Bhabhi: “OK, what option do I have!”

She set the plate aside, and I held her hands up. I placed my finger on her palm and slowly moved it from the center of her palm downward, like drawing a line from her palm to her armpit, then from there to her waist, and again from there to her navel.

I made a rotation on her navel, kissed it, kissed both her boobs over her bra, and kissed near her armpit. She was moaning softly.

Then I removed her T-shirt, and she continued to feed me. I was looking at her upper cleavage while eating the food. What a yummy lunch…

Me: “Bhabhi, can I remove your shorts now?”

Bhabhi: “Yes, please remove it, you rascal.”

Me: “Oh, you turned on, huh?”

I made her get up from my lap while holding the plate in her hand. Then I saw her round navel exactly in front of my mouth. I kissed her navel and started sucking it, so she started moaning a little louder. I was rolling my tongue in her navel and licking it.

Bhabhi: “Please, Pradeep, stop it. I can’t hold the plate anymore.”

I kept playing with her navel and biting it.

Bhabhi: “Oh God, I can’t take it anymore. Stop… eat the food, not my navel.”

Her body was moving irregularly. I understood her struggle and stopped eating her navel. I unhooked her shorts button, turned her around, and saw her ass in front of my face. I bit her ass over her shorts and pulled her shorts down.

Wow, her ass — my God… so awesome with her black thong.

I kissed her ass cheeks, turned her around, and kissed her pussy over her thong. Then I made her sit on my lap again, and she started feeding me.

It’s been almost 30 minutes; the food got cold, but it still feels hot because a girl — that too a married girl, that too a mother — is sitting on my lap in only a bra and thong and feeding me with her hand.

I came in my pants that day, and even now…

After a few more bites:

Me: “Bhabhi, I want to see your boobs.”

Bhabhi: “No, my friend is there…”

Me: “You want me to shout so your friend can hear?”

Bhabhi: “Oh! You’re blackmailing your bhabhi now. I don’t like you blackmailing me.”

She stood up after saying that, and I held her hand and pulled her back onto my lap. I held her head with both hands and tried to kiss her lips. She was trying to escape my kiss.

Bhabhi: “Bastard, leave me!”

And she slapped me with the hand she was feeding me with.

Me: “Ahhh!”

I shouted like that.

The food was on my chin. Then she stood up. After a silence of 5 to 10 seconds, she asked me…

Bhabhi: “Oh, I’m so sorry, Pradeep. You want to kiss me, right? Wait, I will kiss you.”

She leaned forward to my face to kiss me, then I told her…

Me: “Stop, stop!”

Bhabhi: “Then what do you want me to do?”

Me: “What is it with you girls? You’ll hit us and then say sorry so that we should forget what you did and then ask what you want.”

Bhabhi: “No, no, Pradu!”

Me: “Stop, Bhabhi. You girls will take what you want from boys, willingly or unwillingly, and then you don’t care about what we want. If we try to take what we want, you think it’s a big mistake. Do boys look like puppets to girls or what?”

Bhabhi: “Oye, what are you telling me? Shut your mouth. Don’t act too much. If a girl keeps a relationship with a boy or a boy keeps a relationship with a girl, this society will blame the girl only.”

Me: “You look sexy in this dress while you’re speaking all this.”

Bhabhi: “Oh, stop it, Pradeep,” and she smiled.

Me: “OK, now feed me, Bhabhi!”

So she started feeding me while standing. I could see her boobs; it was awesome to watch!

Me: “Bhabhi, sit on my lap and feed me!”

Bhabhi: “You’ll scold me and then ask me to sit on your lap in my underwear. What a day I’m having…”

Me: “Your day is sexy, Bhabhi!”

Bhabhi: “Keep quiet and finish your lunch first. Your torture is too much.”

Me: “Bhabhi, I want to suck your boobs. Can you remove your bra for me, please?”

Bhabhi: “Yeah, I was wondering why you didn’t ask this. Is the bra enough, or do you want me to remove my thong too?”

Me: “Yes, both. You remove them, Bhabhi…”

Bhabhi: “Ah, what a brother I have!”

She put the plate on the bed and removed her underwear. Wow, she is so shining with dark milk-colored skin, and I could see a little hair between her legs.

So she sat on my lap and started feeding me. I was feeling so hot; my dick was struggling inside my boxer.

I was looking at her boobs and having food. Her boobs are firm, and the smell is something different that is making me crazy. I slowly moved my hand onto her thighs and reached between her legs.

Bhabhi: “Pradu, stop it, idiot. Today is enough.”

Me: “Please, Bhabhi…”

Bhabhi: “No, I can’t give you freedom like this. I’m your bhabhi; you should know that.”

Me: “I know that. That’s why I’m asking you. Now, please open your legs a little wider so I can touch and feel your pussy.”

Bhabhi: “OK, you promise me you won’t make me squirt this time.”

Me: “OK, not a big deal.”

She opened her legs, and I started to massage her pussy lips in a circular motion and inserted one finger inside her pussy.

She jerked backward immediately when my middle finger disappeared into her pussy. I was rotating my finger inside her pussy. She started biting her lips and asking me to stop.

Me: “You start feeding me food, and I’ll stop.”

Bhabhi: “You idiot, I can’t feed you if you keep your finger in my pussy and keep rotating it. Please, Pradu, stop. Please, please, I beg you, stop it.”

Me: “Finish feeding me, and I’ll stop.”

She agreed immediately. Her hand was shaking while she was feeding me. The food was almost gone from the plate. With much difficulty, she was feeding me.

I removed my finger from her pussy and brought it near my nose; it smells superb.

And it was done. I removed my finger from her pussy and let her go wash her hands and relax a bit.

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Till next time, guys. Bye, bye.

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