We had a maid Remya(alias) who has been a part of this family for years. Remya met my grandmother in her 20’s, and has been with us since. I know her abusive husband and children, and they respect me. She always had an uncanny and fake laugh to any and every joke that my grandmother said.
This happened a while ago, when I was in my early 20’s and she was in her late 40’s. I will try my best to recollect the specifics of the incidents. Remya is short, dusky and fit. Her hair was always oiled and tied back. She comes early in the morning and goes into our store room to change into her work clothes. She always wore a loose gown. It was worn in with tears here and there. And I have never found her to be attractive, and I still don’t.
Around the time this happened, she had known me for more than 20 years and would call me mone. And every two days, she would clean my room. Regardless if I am in there or not. I was always a slutty person. I am heavily into CnC and abuse. And at that time was reeling from a breakup. I did not miss my ex. But I missed the warmth of her pussy, her chubby tits and her deep moans.
And for the last 20 odd years I never batted an eye towards my maid. But the pent up sexual frustration changed something in my mind about her. I began to see her differently, the way she adjusted her ill fitting gown to hide her strap. I began to take notice of how she sweats, and how she used to clear it off her forehead and neck. How she lifted her arms, pushing her chest out while she was tying her hair. And how she used to bend forwards revealing her breasts as she tried to sweep beneath the furnitures. The more she worked, more she sweatier she got and the more the gown stuck to her body. During peek afternoon temperatures, you can make out her sweaty silhouette. Her boobs looked lop shaped, and I could make out her tummy. I used to stalk her from the first floor of my house where I had a clear view of her cleavage as she worked on the ground floor. It used to turn me a lot. I fantasised her a lot, and I felt disgusted at my fantasies as I found her to be ugly (unattractive would be an understatement).
I could feel my cock throbbing. Just waiting to explode every time I saw her. And I knew it was time to make a move. I started to sleep naked with my blanket over me when she came to clean my room. I was banking on her waking me up and folding up the blanket as she always used to do. But she did not want to disturb her mon’s sleep, she sang her usual song, cleaned my room and left. This happed a couple of time and made me even more agitated. My body yearned for her hairy, unkempt pussy. Then I started to partially cover my body with the blanket, and with each passing day I got bolder and the area that the blanket covered became less and less to the point where the tip of my uncircumcised dick could be see poking out of the blanket. My eyes were open just enough to see her reaction. As usual she came into my room singing her song, and cleaned as much as she could till she saw the tip of my dick. She stopped her singing and stood there for a minute just looking at it. I was more than excited, and I gave it a good throb making it jump out of the confines of the blanket. She had the full view of my shaved uncircumcised veiny chocolate dick. I half expected her to scream as she has a history of becoming squeamish and gets easily scared. But she didn’t. After some time, she proceeded to sing her song, cleaned my room and left.
Nothing happened for the next few days, I played it safe. After a week or so after I first flashed her, I got the itch to do it again. This time, I wanted to flash her as I came out of the shower. I purposely left my towel on the bed and went to shower. I got rid of my excess body hair. I prioritised hygiene and here I was lusting behind someone who was very sweaty, filthy and most probably hairy & unkempt down there. I could hear her singing and working. After a minute, I came out of butt naked. My dick was hard and rock solid. I did not have to jack off to get it hard. The mere thought of flashing her made it like that.
She screamed when she saw me walk towards her.
I asked her why she was screaming?
She said something along the lines of: Mone entha kaanikunne, entha udupp idaathe vanne.
She was shivering..
I remember telling her that njan towel edukaan vittu poyi. Chechi vannath arinjilla. Njan ippozhum chechide cheriya mone alle.
My dick was throbbing and she was staring at it. I took the towel from my bed and went back to the shower. I did not lock the door and left it a bit open just incase she wanted to peep a look at her mone’s body. Things got awkward fast. She refused to talk to me and did not look at my face for days. She stopped cleaning my room if I was in there, and she started to leave tea outside my room, and told me to come and collect it.
After a couple of days, she cleaned my room with me in it. She was very tensed and did not sing her usual song. She stayed silent throughout. Around 4pm she brought tea into my room. I thanked her and told her that I needed to talk to her regarding what she saw. She did not want to.. with uncertainty I proceeded to block her way out of the room. She was stunned, but did not scream. The entire ordeal had already made me hard. I removed my tshirt and pulled my pants down. She stared at me and I was expecting a slap across my face. Instead she stood there shaking yet silent. I took that as a sign. I locked the door behind me and moved towards her. She got scared and tried to back away.
I asked her, ithu kanditt aahno chechi pedich poyath as I pointed towards my dick. I was met with silence. I told her that I loved her since childhood (I did not love her). She was in an abusive relationship. Her husband was in the labour union and would come home absolutely hammered and would beat her. She had bruises to prove that. I ensured that she would be safe, and that she did not have to face anything of the sort when she is with her mon. She did not concede to my advances and started to cry. I remember hugging her, trying to calm her down. She kept pushing me away, but later melted in her arms. I started to bash in on her husband and her troubles. I told her that she was a woman, and she should be loved. I kept emphasising her needs and desires. She really needed someone to hold her like that and tell her everything will be fine. I felt bad at that moment, but knew enough not to jeopardise what I literally have in my arms.
I kissed her forehead. And looked at her for a while. I began to nudge her nose with mine and went in for a kiss. She was a terrible kisser. I grabbed her hair bun and forced my tongue down her mouth. It was her first time that she had experienced a french kiss. I began eating her face out, her cheeks, her lips and her ears. I remember licking the sweat off her neck. At that moment, she was mine. I ran my hands along her body. And pushed my cock into her stomach.
She started to kiss my chest and my nipples. I pushed her down on her knees and made her suck my dick. I expected more from a mother of two who was in her 40’s. She just kept going in and out. It felt too vanilla for me. But the thought of chechi sucking me off made me cum in her mouth and I made her swallow it. Afterwhich, I gave her a sloppy kiss. I always give my good girls a kiss after a blowjob and she was no different.
I pulled up her gown and removed it. She had the most basic white bra and panty that I had even seen. The sight of which was killing my drive. I removed it and lead her to my bed. Her sweaty boobs rocked back and forth as she plopped onto my bed. Her hairy pussy was glistening. I started to suckle & bite into her nipples and proceeded to grab her other boob. She started to moan, which made me crazy. I licked the sweat off her chest and started to bite her and suckle her with more passion. I upped the ante with each moan. Her boobs and nipples were sore and had my bite marks on them.
In my experience with chubby women, they love it when I fondle their tummy. She was no different, she enjoyed the kisses around her navel. And the occasional suck here and there made her squirm. I laid my dick on her pussy, and started to thrust my hips while kissing her, making sure not to penetrate her yet. She called me mone in a tone that I have never heard before or heard since. By this time, my dick had slowly started to become hard again. I could feel my dick getting wetter with each rub against chechi’s pussy. I will never forget the look that she gave me. Gives me chills to this day. I decide to give into her demands and slid into her. She was so wet that I had little no resistance. My dick got hot and was engulfed in chechi’s wet pussy. It was pure wet bliss. And I knew that I wouldn’t last for long if I did not have control over my pleasure.
I tried to put my pleasure behind me, with each thrust I was trying to numb myself by forcibly diverting my mind away from chechi. When I knew that I was nearing my limit, I pulled it out and started to kiss her body. When the level of my pleasure began to reduce. I started to fuck her again. I wanted to last as much as possible. I wanted to prove that I was better than her husband. She kept calling me mone and hugged me. Fuck, I was overwhelmed with emotions of being nurtured and caressed. And I knew that I wouldn’t last for long so I pulled it out and came in her mouth.
I did not wish to go down on her pussy. The thought of going down over there made my dick limp. I got what I came for from my chechi. I have a kink of making out in front of the mirror. I want the woman I fuck to see her body and mine. And to witness raw emotions of sex we just had. So I pulled her out of my bed and made us stand in front of my mirror. I told her how beautiful she looked. She tried to cover her breasts. I forced it open and started to kiss her. She started to cry from the guilt of what she had done. I kept hugging and reassuring her.
The entire ordeal took about an hour, and it was getting late. My grandmother makes note of the time she leaves. She quickly wore her dress and went to see my grandmother.
The next whole month was awkward to say the least. She pulled away from me. She only wanted to interact with me if either my mother or grandmother was within my vicinity. When I finally got ahold of her, she broke down crying. She was a firm believer in god, and her family. She said that she did something that does not deserve forgiveness. And that she wanted nothing to do with me. She felt that she had not only cheated on her husband but she cheated on her family.
Things remained in that awkward phase for the coming months. She started to come less and less citing health issues. And later she stopped coming altogether.
She visits my grandmother every once in a while as she gives her some money. I do not interact with her when she comes.
Last time I checked, she was working at Sreekariyam. I do not know the specific place/house. But she has got better salary over there and the work load is lesser or so I have heard.