Puchku Babu 3

Readers are requested to read the first two chapters of this series “Puchku Babu 1 and 2”, to better comprehend the story so far…

 I said, “Manju, yeh kya kar rahi ho tum ? Aisa mat karo please. (Manju what are you doing? Don't do this please).”

Manju was giggling, but said with mock seriousness, “Manju nahi, pehley Manju didi bolo. (Not Manju, first address me as your elder sister, say Manju didi.)”

I meekly said, “Ok…. Manju didi, kya kar rahi ho aap ?”

Manju laughed, “What Puchku Babu? Tum didi se kya sharma rahey ho ? Why are you feeling shy of your elder sister? You are not able to accept me as your elder sister, that is why you are getting embarrassed.”

I said, “How can I accept you as my older sister? I am 33 years old and you are just 20. How can I call you Didi? 

Manju made a face at me. “Do you always want me to compare your size with me? You know that I am more than a foot taller than you. I am 5’11” whereas you are just 4’10”. You don't even reach my shoulders. When you stand in front of me, your face is in front of my breasts. That is how short you are. And where my weight is 75 kgs, you are only 51 kgs. I am almost one and a half times your weight. So you see that I'm much bigger than you in size. Even then if you feel that you cannot call me Didi, then just prove that you are stronger than me, so that I can accept that you can protect me as my elder brother.”

Manju had a mischievous smile on her face. She bent her head down and put one hand under my back and placed her other hand under the bend of my knees, and easily swept me off my feet. I didn't expect this. I got startled and my arms went around Manju's neck as a reflex action. Manju threw her head back and laughed out loud, but suddenly checked it. Possibly, she did not want the sound to reach the next room where her mother and sisters were chatting. She slowly carried me in her cradle near the dressing table and stood in front of the full-length mirror looking at our reflection. I turned to look in the mirror. It was so embarrassing. There I was a fully grown-up adult man of 33 years being carried helplessly in the arms of a tall 20-year-old college girl lying over her full breasts.

She was laughing looking at our reflection in the mirror. She said, “Ok, now you have to prove that you are man enough to protect your 13 years younger sister-in-law. You just have to free yourself and get down on the floor from your captivity in my arms. Use all your strength, if necessary hit me. But you have to free yourself from your younger sister. If you cannot, then you will have to call me Didi. Ok ?”

I knew this was an impossible task. She was so much bigger and taller than me. But still, to maintain my masculine honour, I started wriggling in her arms. Manju just tightened her grip a little. I tried hard to push her on her shoulders so that her hold on my back broke. But she was holding me back in a vice-like grip. I was not able to loosen her hold any bit. She started laughing and started walking with me. I kept on struggling as she walked with me slowly all over the room. She came and stood before the mirror again. I was so engrossed in fighting her, I didn't realize she was standing there, holding me up on her breasts looking at my struggles in the mirror and laughing away. Suddenly my eyes fell on the mirror and I saw myself struggling to free myself with all my might, kicking my legs in the air, hanging high up on the breasts of this young girl, who was laughing like mad. I was making a fool of myself. I stopped struggling immediately. There was no point…she was way too strong for me.

Manju said, "Kya hua ? Aur ladney ka dum nahi hai ? What happened? Don't have any more energy to fight? Yeh bachhi ki godi sey utar nahi paya ? Couldn't you get off from the arms of this young girl?"

I said, “Please Manjudidi, put me down, it's so odd being carried in your arms like this.” 

Manju laughed. She lifted me bodily up even higher so that my face was just under her lips. She brought her face down over mine, looked into my eyes and said, “Kya ho gaya? Bura lag raha hai kya didi ki goud mey ghumna? (Are you feeling bad moving around in Didi's arms) ?”

I said, “Not that. But you are only a young girl of 20 and I'm a grown-up man of 33. But against your strength, I am so weak and helpless being captured by you. You are carrying me in your arms like I am a small child. It's obvious that I will feel embarrassed.”

She said, “That I can understand. But tell me honestly, whether you are really feeling bad being carried helplessly in my arms like a small child ? I have a feeling that you are inwardly liking it ?” She winked at me with an amused expression on her face.

What could I say? I said, “Manjudidi, let me go na please. If your sisters or mother come in now, what will they think seeing me lying like a baby in your cradle.”

Manju smiled at me, “Ok I will. But first you give your Didi a kiss on your own. I can take my kiss forcefully, you can't stop me lying helpless in my control, but I won't. You have to give it to me yourself.”

Manju pulled up my body so that my face was just in front of hers. Me with my height of 4’10”, was now lifted by Manju to her height of 5’11”. My arms were already around her neck. I tightened my grip on her neck and pressed my lips on her soft cheek. When I released her, Manju gave me a broad smile.

Manju carried me back to the bed. Then she put both her hands under my buttocks and lifted me up on her body, straddling her from the front. My legs went around her firm stomach. My arms instinctively went around her neck. She looked at me sweetly and kissed me straight on my lips. A long, hard and wet kiss. She whispered, “You are very sweet, my little Puchku Babu. If Anju didi did not want to marry you, I would have immediately offered to marry you, so that I could have you as my own.” She gave me her sweet smile.

She went out of the room carrying me in her arms into the other room where my Saas, my wife Anju and her youngest sister Ranju were still chatting enthusiastically.

All three women were sitting on each of the three corners of the bed. The gifts which we had brought for my in-laws were piled up in the middle of the bed. Manju, sorry Manjudidi went and sat on the only corner left on the bed. Since there was not much space left on the bed, Manju adjusted my body to sit on her lap with my back resting on her chest. She stretched her legs out straight on the bed. Then she made me stretch my small legs over her full legs. I was so much shorter than her, that even sitting on Manju's lap, my feet just barely crossed her knees only, nowhere near her own big feet. Even sitting on my young sister-in-law's lap, my head reached up to her shoulders. Manju wrapped her long shapely arms around my body and held me firmly on her lap.

The three ladies, my wife, mother-in-law and Chhoti Saali Ranju were all looking at us lovingly; the process of Manju making me sit on her lap and holding me as if I were her much younger brother. 

Anju, my wife said, “See Mummy, doesn't Rahul look so cute sitting on his Manjudidi’s lap? Aur kitna protest kar raha thha woh. He was protesting so much. Manju, it seems you could ultimately tame your Jijaji to be your little brother.” 

All four of the ladies gave a hearty laugh. What could I do? There was no point sulking. I had to accept that I had no chance against any of these bigger, taller and stronger women. So it was better to show that being smaller and weaker than Manju did not matter to me. So I had a shy smile on my face as if I did not care.

Manju asked the others what was being discussed. My mother-in-law said that they were planning to give a small reception for their relatives and close neighbours and some friends of the three girls. Since nobody could attend our wedding, they were planning to have a function in the next few days. My mother-in-law had already made some venue arrangements when she had come to know of our date of visit. So there ensued a discussion regarding the venue of the reception, the menu planned for the occasion and the probable guest lists. I knew that my mother-in-law’s financial condition was not so good. She would possibly have to borrow money for this function. So I said that I have a condition. I can only participate in this programme, only if the entire expenses is borne by me. There were a lot of protests on this by my mother-in-law. But I could sense that my wife Anju was very pleased that I had made this offer on my own to bear the expenses. After some arguments, I was able to convince my mother-in-law. I saw in the faces of all the ladies that they felt very happy and proud of me. Since I was sitting on Manju's lap, she hugged me tightly from behind and even bent her head down and gave a loving kiss on my cheek, as if kissing her small brother.

My mother-in-law then broke up the ladies’ chat session. She said, “Now let Rahul and Anju take some rest. You two girls go to your room.”

Ranju came and tweaked my cheek with her fingers as if I were a small child. She said, “Have a good rest, Puchku Jiju, I will play with you in the evening.” Then both the younger sisters left.

I came to know that this was my mother-in-law’s room, which she was sharing with us. My mother-in-law lay down on one side. My wife Anju lay on the other side of the bed. Mother-in-law pulled me inside, to make space for Anju. There were just two pillows. With my Mother-in-law and Anju now lying on them, I was just sitting in their middle, not knowing how to lie down without any pillow. 

Anju and her mother-in-law laid back on their pillows. My mother-in-law pulled me from behind and I fell back on the bed, lying between my wife and my mother-in-law.

Their bed was a little small for three people to fit in properly. It was bigger than a single bed, but just a shade smaller than a double bed. And my mother-in-law was a big, real big lady. Just imagine, a 5’10” and 90 kg, 41-year-old woman on one side; and her 22-year-old daughter 5' 5” and 65 kg on the other. Sandwiched between these two women is me, a grown-up man of 33 years, with my 4’10” and 51 kg figure. 

My mother-in-law had stretched out her big fat arm straight towards her daughter. She had turned to her side facing inwards towards the bed. She made me lie on her solid thick upper arm. Both the women were facing each other. My mother-in-law pulled my small body towards her so that I was lying on my side facing her. My head rested on her fat arm; my face flush with her big breasts, because that was the level my height could reach. She had her big palm behind my head pressing my face on her huge but soft breasts. My wife was also spooning me from behind. Because of the small width of the bed, all three of us were hugging together, clinging to each other, with me literally sandwiched between the two big women. 

The two women were talking in hushed voices. They were both much taller than me, so they could look at each other and talk over my head. They were planning a visit to one of my wife's aunts in the evening. They were discussing that they would leave me at home, with Manju and Ranju. I wasn't any part of their discussion and decision though. They didn't even ask me whether I wanted to go or stay at home.

My eyes were closed. My mother-in-law was running her long and thick fingers through my hair. My eyes were feeling drowsy. I heard my mother-in-law say to my wife, “He is so small and cute. Look at him sleeping with his face on my breasts as if wanting to have his milk from his mother. Do you mind Anju if I breastfeed him ?”

My wife Anju chuckled. “I don't mind that. But Mummy, he is 33 and you are only 8 years older to him. He is not actually your son's age. Won't it be odd if you breastfeed him.”

I heard my mother-in-law say, “So what, look at his size, he does not even reach up to my breasts. He is more like a boy of 5 years to me in size. Besides in our relationship, I am your mother, so I am now his mother too. In fact, I want him to call me Mummyji and not Sasu ma.”

Then for the first time I was also included in the conversation. My mother-in-law addressed me and asked, “So Rahul beta, won't you call me Mummyji ?”

I didn't mind that. She was so much bigger and taller than me, that our age difference of 8 years was of no consequence to me. And besides, the way she was bathing me in the open in the morning like a small child, I was feeling like my mother was bathing me. So I said, “Yes Mummyji, why not ?”

Mummyji was extremely pleased at this. She hugged me tightly to her breasts once again.

I heard my wife say, “Mummy, you put Rahul to sleep. Meanwhile, let me go and chat with my sisters Manju and Ranju in their room. I'm not feeling sleepy now.” Anju patted my back as if to say bye and left the room. 

My mother-in-law was wearing a sari. She removed her pallu and opened the hooks of her blouse. My face was buried as if in a big soft bag of butter. She held my cheek and I could feel that she was guiding my lips on to her hard but soft fleshy mound. My eyes were closed. My senses were drowsy. My lips closed on to her nipple and instinctively I started sucking. It felt as if I was transported back to my childhood, lying with my face buried in my mother's breasts. Ohh ! The feeling was so heavenly. 

All this time, I was lying on my side, with my head resting on Mummyji’s big fat upper arm. Now she wrapped her big arms around my body and straightened herself on the bed, pulling me up on her huge body. I felt as if I was lying on an extra thick, extra soft mattress, while I was lying on her body, face down, with my face resting in the valley between her big breasts. Even with my face on her breasts, my feet were still not able to touch her feet. My full body was resting on hers, with enough space on both my sides to move about. She put two pillows under her head, so that she could look down on me with a smiling face, like a mother enjoying looking at her baby playing on her body. She had placed one hand on my body, loosely holding me, so that I would not roll over from her huge body onto the bed. I was lying more than one foot over the bed level, she was so thick. I was looking at her face, lying on this giant of a woman, feeling so little, but also so safe and protected, as if nobody on earth could harm me in presence of my huge but loving mother. 

She smiled sweetly, "Now go to sleep, my baby, take a short nap. Rest your head on one of my breasts, and make them your pillow. I'm just loving it having your cute little body on me like this. I'm feeling so content."

I said, “Mummyji, you look sleepy too. Why don't you take a short nap too.”

She said smiling, "To tell you the truth beta, I'm used to a little nap in the afternoon. Lonely life, you know, in the village, nothing much to do in the afternoons. If you don't mind, I'll just close my eyes and take some rest. Why don't you also take a nap on my body?"

She pressed my head on her breast guiding my lips. I closed my eyes. My lips closed in on her soft fleshy nipple. She ran her fat fingers through my hair, and caressed my cheek with her soft fluffy palm. She took my hand and put it on her other open breast. My hand cupped around her big and soft breast. She placed her palm over mine and slightly squeezed my hand. I didn't know it would feel so good. My lips and my fingers were working together. I heard Mummyji moan softly. My eyes were closed. She had wrapped her arms around my body. She held me on her big body with both her hands over my back. My full body weight was resting on her big body now. Fully. No parts of my body were touching the bed. She was 41 years old, and I was 33.  But, she was 90 kgs, and I was just 51 kgs. She was 5 feet 10 inches; I was one full foot shorter than her at 4’10". She was a middle-aged woman and I was a full-grown young man. But she was much bigger and taller and stronger than me. She was holding me like a small baby feeding me on her full breasts.

 But my 33-year-old brain was getting confused. What am I doing? I'm an adult man, how can I be breastfeeding from a woman who is just 8 years older than me? But what could I do? I couldn't get down from her body. For two reasons. One was for purely sentimental reasons; she wanted to breastfeed me as she thought of me like her small child. The other reason was that I was helplessly captured by her on her body. Both my legs were stuck between her big fat thighs. She had unknowingly held my legs captive between her solid thighs. They were so heavy, I couldn't even move my legs. Her heavy arms were crossed over my back, flattening my body fully on her stomach and breasts. Although my hands were free lying around her neck, I was helplessly pressed down under her heavy hands and my legs stuck between her fat thighs. And this middle-aged woman was holding me, an adult young man, unknowingly captured on her big body and had fallen asleep. Yes, she was snoring now. I felt so weak and helpless, that I could not even free myself from the grip of a middle-aged woman, who is holding me captive, without even exerting any strength. Because she doesn't even know that she's holding me helplessly captured on her body.…she's fast asleep. 

All I could do was close my eyes and sink inside the soft cushion bed, which was my big tall Mummyji.