Kaamna - The Epic Story of an Indian Housewife

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Chapter 2

The whole house hold was up by the time Kaamna got out of her bedroom. Her father-in-law, Ashok was reading the morning newspaper in the hall. He was in his late seventies. He had lost his wife many years back. Ravi was his youngest son. Deepak, Ravi’s elder brother, just entered the hall from his bedroom with his ever famous grim look. Kaaman had hardly seen him smile. Pooja, his wife, was already in the kitchen overlooking the arrangements for breakfast. Kaamna felt a tinge of guilt as she made her way to the kitchen after wishing her father-in-law. He never even acknowledged her presence. Kaamna was used to this. Pooja Bhabhi was a very cheerful & fun loving person. But off late, she looked very tired in the mornings. “Good Morning, Pooja bhabhi. Am so sorry that I woke up late” Kaamna lied. “It’s alright, Kaamna. No worries. Btw, your cheeks are flushed. Everything alright?” she asked. Kaamna blushed, making her cheeks go even red. “It’s nothing, Bhabhi. What’s for breakfast?” she asked desperate to change the topic. Of course, Pooja Bhabhi was very close but to talk about sexual urges didn’t seem appropriate. In a few minutes, the brats of the household, Kushi, her 18 year old daughter, Vikram, who celebrated his 21st birthday yesterday, Pari, who was as old as Kushi, both Pooja’s kids, would barge in for breakfast. Thank God their family was rich enough to afford a hoard of servants. Shanthamma & her husband Chikanna managed the entire batch of servants. Her father-in-law was one of the top businessmen of the country.


Breakfast was like a ritual every morning. Ashok had made a rule that all members of the family should have their breakfast together & nobody dared to break that rule. Kushi barged into the kitchen & hugged Kaamna tightly from behind with her arms wrapped around her huge breasts. Kaamna again felt that now familiar tingling sensation between her thighs. Oh! God! Even the touch of my daughter is turning me on. What is wrong with me? Kaaman thought worriedly as her hand moved by instinct towards her pussy. She stopped just in time. “Hi, Mom. Hi, Pooja Bhabhi” Kushi exclaimed. Kaamna smiled at her daughter. She has my looks. Kushi was perfect in every sense. Hour-glass figure, firm round breasts, quite big for her age, fair complexion, the dimple on her cheeks added to her beauty. She was the darling of every one. Pari, on the other hand, was average looking. She had her father’s looks, including that grim expression. She was a loner who kept to herself most of the times. It was rather an irony that she was named Pari. Vikram was surprisingly handsome. His firm jaw line went well with his well-toned gym body. Within half an hour, the house was almost empty. Kids left for college & the men to office.


Kaamna went up to her room as she had to get ready to go out for shopping. She had a half the heart to masturbate again . But she didn’t. This shouldn’t become a habit, she thought. She got into the back seat of her new Mercedes, Ravi’s gift for their wedding anniversary, & told the driver to take her to the mall. She took out her phone to call Ravi. It was Vikram’s phone! Damn! He must have taken my phone by mistake. Their phones were identical. The new iPhone 4S. Let me call Vikram & tell him. But he would be in class now & he wouldn’t be able to answer the call. Kaamna decided that she would inform him the afternoon when his classes get over. Out of boredom & curiosity, she started browsing through Vikram’s phone. She was in for a shock. There were nude photos of a girl she knew. This girl was Sakshi, who studies with Vikram. She visits her house regularly. There were many videos of her too. Kaamna didn’t want to go through the videos. But then, she couldn’t control herself. One particular video in which Sakshi was feeling herself caught her attention. It was very erotic. Sakshi was a very pretty girl. She was a little thin with perky breasts & a clean shaven pussy. Kaamna always wanted to get this done, but she couldn’t as she felt shy about this. Sakshi in the video was acting like a pornstar, feeling her breasts, her pussy, while giving lewd expressions. Kaamna was getting turned on. Her pussy had started to throb. The leggings which she wore were starting to get wet. Unconsciously her hand went to her pussy & started squeezing it. She had her headphones on & the volume was on full. The moans of Sakshi were getting louder & louder as she was vigorously fingering her pussy. Kaamna’s body was in full heat. Her pussy juices were in full flow. She silently put one hand inside her leggings. The feel of her skin on her dripping wet pussy sent shivers through her body. She moaned loudly & started fingering it. “Everything all right, madam?” ,Ramu, the driver asked without turning back.

Kaamna couldn’t hear him as she had her headphones on. Getting no response from her, Ramu turned back while the car was at the signal. The sight which he saw was unforgettable. Kaamna at the back seat, her legs wide apart, one hand inside her leggings moving at a rapid pace, eyes closed, teeth biting her lips, were too much for him to handle. His dick jerked right up in his trousers. As the signal turned green, he adjusted the rear-view mirror so that he could see Kaaman. He was just able to see her face. That itself was very erotic. Without thinking, he pulled the zip of his trousers down & let this throbbing dick out. Luckily, the car was heavily tinted. With one hand on the steering, he started to stroke his dick. Since it was an automatic transmission, he had no trouble driving with one hand. Sakshi, on the phone, Kaamna, at the back seat & Ramu in the driver seat, all three of them we in tandem. Kaamna was not even aware that Ramu was masturbating in the front seat. She was in her own world. Twice during the day she was deprived of an orgasm. This time she wasn’t going to let that happen. The phone was down on the seat. She didn’t need it anymore. The moans of Sakshi through the headphones were enough for her. With her other free had, she started pinching her now erect nipples & squeezing her huge breasts. She let out a loud moan when she finally orgasmed. Her juices kept flowing & flowing. Ramu, in the meanwhile, had ejaculated at the same exact time. He had cum like never before. His trousers were drenched in cum. A few drops of had splattered on the steering wheel too. He quickly took a towel & wiped it clean. But his trousers were in a sorry state, sticky with his cum. He couldn’t get down from the car like this. Kaamna, after a few minutes, snapped into the real world. She was shocked at herself that she had masturbated in the back seat of her car while here driver was at the front. She hoped that Ramu hadn’t noticed anything. How wrong she was! “Ramu, am not feeling well. Let’s go home.” She told him. Ramu was very relieved to hear this. He can at least have a wash once when he is home. A big round stain was starting to form on the seat cover where Kaamna’s juices had overflowed. The stench of her juices was beginning to fill up the car as the AC was on. Ramu was getting turned on again by the mixed smell of his own cum & the smell of Kaamna’s juices. But he knew that he couldn’t get lucky again. As the car drove into the driveway of their house, “Ramu, give the seat covers for wash today itself. It is dirty.” Kaaman told him. She caught a hint of smile when Ramu acknowledged. Does he know what happened on the back ? Shrugging these thoughts, Kaamna walked uncomfortably into house hoping that she could get into her room unstopped. She was all wet & sticky.