Two Girls, One Cucumber

A special thanks to my editor/friend @Kenjisato for helping me out. His quick and precise editing made it possible for me to post this frequently.

Disclaimer: My story is a complete work of imagination. But the characters are based on real persons, particularly my neighbours. But for their privacy, I had to change their names and characteristics. My intention is not to harm or disrespect them, but to only use their means to share a funny, erotic story.

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Tumpa slowly stepped out of the noisy auto rickshaw, her eyes gazing the meter. As she paid him, the driver's eyes were fixed on her purse. She gave him a sharp look, and he quickly returned his gaze to the road. A smug smile crept across Tumpa's face as the rickshaw disappeared into the distance.

The slightly warm evening sun kissed her bare skin as she walked home. Her heart fluttered, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. She hummed an old 90s song under her breath.

A bike honked past her, but she was too lost in her thoughts to notice. As she took the turn, Tumpa saw the setting sun, casting a warm glow over her house.

Tumpa pushed open the door and kicked off her sandals before she walked into the house. The house felt comparatively colder than outside, as she made her way to the kitchen. Her saree danced around her, as she swayed her hips to the humming tune that was playing in her head.

Her bare feet danced across the kitchen's cold tile, echoing through the empty house. She placed her bags on the counter and started unpacking them. She rustled with the plastic bags as she hurried to finish.

There was an unexplainable, rushed feeling in her body that heightened her movements. She was constantly gazing at her fridge as she placed the items into their respective places.

Tumpa couldn't hold back for long, biting her lip; her thoughts were consumed by a gift that she had received from her neighborhood friend, Joshna.

Tumpa and Joshna were good friends, but their relationship was more like that of sisters. Joshna at thirty-six, was seven years younger than Tumpa. She has always seen Tumpa as her big sister and admired her greatly.

Earlier that day.

Tumpa wasn't surprised to see Joshna in her living room, waiting for her. Joshna usually welcomed herself inside, whenever she felt like it. Tumpa rubbed her hands with her pallu, as she raised her eyebrows at Joshna, wondering what she was doing here.

Joshna jumped up from the sofa and greeted Tumpa with a big smile. Before Tumpa could react, Joshna held up a basket in front of her face.

"These beauties are freshly picked from my garden," Joshna said, with excitement.

Tumpa slowly gasped, as she looked at the home-grown cucumbers. She had a surprising gaze as she looked at Joshna, asking for more context.

"I just harvested them a few hours ago. On my first try, I have grown them perfectly." Joshna continued, "So I thought, why not share this joy with everyone? Some are from me, and the rest are from my lovely neighbors."

Joshna gently shook the basket, knocking the crisp cucumbers against each other. She asked her di to pick one. Tumpa's eyes moved left to right as she looked at those freshly picked cucumbers. Among them, one stood out to her. It was perfect, long, and thick, which made her heart race and her cheeks blush.

"I don't have all day, you know. Pick one quickly," Joshna said.

Tumpa knew which one she wanted to pick, the big one that stood out the most. But she was a little embarrassed to say; what if Joshna understood what was going on in her head?

Tumpa's hand hovered over the basket for a few minutes, but she couldn't muster up her courage to pick the one she wanted.

"Uff! Tumpa di, you are thinking too much," Joshna said impatiently. "Take one, or I'm leaving."

Unlike Joshna, Tumpa didn't act on her instincts; she had to plan her every move. Picking the right cucumber without raising any questions was tricky. Tumpa's hand froze as she was lost in her thoughts.

"You will take years before you pick one," Joshna said, frustratedly.

She moved her hovering hand and pulled a cucumber from her basket. Tumpa's heart skipped a beat as she saw Joshna giving her the monstrous cucumber that she had wanted all along.

"This one's for you," she said, in a playful purring tone. "The best one for my Tumpa di."

"This one?" Tumpa asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yup!" Joshna said, with a glowing smile on her face.

Joshna's curious eyes lingered on her face, as she handed over the cucumber. Tumpa blushed slightly as she took the cucumber from her hand. She tried her best to control her excitement, but her eyes widened as soon as she had the cucumber in her hand.

She had never felt such a heavy, firm yet smooth cucumber in her hand before. Tumpa held the tips of the cucumber between her palms to measure its length. She was sure it was definitely more than nine inches.

Tumpa felt a thrill of anticipation coursing through her body. A playful smile slipped from her lips as she was planning exactly what she was going to do with the cucumber.

She was so lost in her dirty thoughts that she hadn't noticed that Joshna was looking at her, with a sly smile playing on her lips as their eyes met.

Tumpa quickly made a serious face, but deep down, she felt like Joshna had understood what was going on in her head. A silent message of understanding passed between them as they shared a knowing smile. Tumpa's heart hammered in her chest as she felt the thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of embarrassment.

"Thank... thank you, so much!" Tumpa said, trying to play it cool.

Joshna's smile grew bolder, as she said, "I know what you are thinking, Tumpa di."

Tumpa's cheeks turned red hot, as she widened her eyes with embarrassment. She didn't think Joshna would be so outspoken about her thoughts. But then, it was Joshna, who was quite open about anything.

Joshna believed they had a very special bond of understanding, so she never hesitated to ask or tell her anything. Tumpa still remembered, word for word, Joshna's description of how she had doggy-style sex with her husband.

To be honest, Tumpa actually loved this kind of gossip and conversation, but that was only limited to others. Tumpa was very exclusive about her own sexual preferences and likes, keeping them to herself only.

Knowing Joshan's blabbermouth nature, Tumpa knew she wouldn't hold back on her. Tiny sweat drops started to form on her forehead as she waited for her to speak.

"I know that you are thinking about what amazing dishes you will prepare from this outstanding cucumber," Joshna said, her smile still glowing brightly on her face.

There was a moment of silence between them before Tumpa started laughing forcefully. Tumpa felt quick relief, thinking she had dodged a bullet.

"You got me!" Tumpa exclaimed, as she thought about how sometimes, Joshna could be so clueless.

Tumpa escorted her to the gate. On their way, Joshna turned back and stared at Tumpa.

With a playful smile, Joshna added, "Or maybe, you can try something else with it."

"Excuse me?" Tumpa exclaimed, confusingly.

"Wash it thoroughly," Joshna said, with a mischievous glow in her eyes. "You wouldn't want it to taste fishy."

Tumpa immediately knew what she was referring to. Her face turned red from embarrassment. She bit her lip and quickly covered her mouth with her pallu to hide her shame.

Suddenly, for a few seconds, the air between them got tense, as they shared an unseen thrill of arousal.

"Okay?" Joshna asked, softly.

Tumpa nodded, her mind racing with naughty thoughts. She watched Joshna saunter away with great excitement.

Tumpa hurriedly came inside the house and made her way to the kitchen. The cucumber she left a few minutes ago was standing tall among all the other vegetables. She felt a rush of excitement and couldn't help but squeeze the cucumber to feel its firmness.

Her imagination went wild as she thought about how it would feel inside her warm body. With a naughty smirk, Tumpa placed the cucumber in the fridge-- she wanted it to be chilled and crispy.

The day went by; each tick of the clock gave her a shiver of excitement. Tumpa's breath hitched as her thoughts filled with vivid images of her pink flesh eating the velvety green skin.

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Tumpa felt a rush of excitement; her face glowed with a naughty smile as she recalled everything from the morning. Her anticipation grew with thoughts of the cucumber's smooth skin against hers.

Her eyes fell on the fridge, where her cucumber king was waiting for its queen.

Finally, she placed the last item on the rack. Her work was done. She hurriedly washed her hands in the basin, as she couldn't wait anymore.

Tumpa stood in front of the fridge, while she giggled to herself, saying, "You have no idea what naughty things I will do with you, Mister. Cucumber."

She reached for the fridge handle, her hand a few inches away, when she stopped. In all this excitement, she had completely forgotten to pee. Tumpa had held it for hours. She laughed at her silly situation and rushed to the bathroom.

Tumpa hitched her saree up and pulled down her blue-and-red-diamond-patterned panties, then sat on the commode. She closed her eyes as she relieved herself, a straight stream of warm, golden liquid hitting the cold ceramic bowl of the commode, creating a loud splashing sound. It echoed for a few seconds before being engulfed by the loud flushing sound.

Before getting up, Tumpa inspected her anus with the help of her left-hand index finger. She gently circled her anus with the tip of her finger and then softly pushed her finger into her asshole. She did that to ensure that her hole was clean and ready for the show.

Tumpa breathed a sigh of relief after checking her everything. Before leaving the bathroom, she checked herself in the mirror and gave a shy smile to her own reflection.

Tumpa's heart raced as she opened the fridge door, as a cold breeze of air kissed her skin. Her glowing and excited eyes went wide in shock, as she saw the empty shelf-- her cucumber was gone.

Panic set in as she started searching the fridge. She removed every single item from the fridge, but the cucumber was nowhere to be found. Tumpa clenched her fist in utter frustration. Tumpa suddenly felt like her body was getting heavy from exertion. Her breath came shorter as she looked at the empty fridge shelf.

Tumpa closed the fridge and went to the living room. The warm orange light from the setting sun was still emanating from the window in the room. It had painted long shadows of the furniture on the wall.

Tumpa sat on the sofa, her body feeling heavy. She was confused, as she thought about who could have taken her beloved cucumber. She had deliberately hidden the cucumber in the fridge, so no one would find it easily.

"There was no one in the house who knew about the cucumber," she said to herself.

She tossed her head, thinking about how long she had waited to play with the cucumber, and then it was gone. Suddenly, a soft, muffled sound floated down from upstairs.

Tumpa's thoughts got interrupted and she felt a chilling fear running down her spine. Tumpa thought she had been home alone, but there was someone else in the house, which she was completely unaware of.

After her husband had passed away, Tumpa and her daughter lived in this house by themselves, and had never experienced something like this. Tumpa's thoughts were flooded with questions. She quickly came to the conclusion that there was an intruder in her house, and

that maybe he or she had taken her cucumber.

Tumpa felt like the intruder hadn't noticed her presence. Her horniness had faded to concern. She was scared and worried, knowing if she didn't act quickly, it would be over for her. Her legs were shaking, but she somehow managed to stand up.

Her eyes jerked between the key holder and the stairs. She had left her phone on the small rack of the key holder. She softly took big steps towards the holder. Tumpa quickly grabbed her phone and started dialing the number.

Tumpa had a plan. She would call the police and run out of the house to inform the neighbors. Her hand shook in panic, causing her to keep on dialing the wrong numbers.

Suddenly, a loud moan made her jump out of her skin. A soft scream escaped from her mouth, followed by her phone falling out of her hands.

Tumpa froze with frowning brows. She recognized the moan; it was her daughter's. Tumpa was confused; she knew her daughter, Rumpa, had told her that she was going to her friend's house directly from her college to do some project.

Tumpa immediately felt like something wasn't right. She tiptoed up the stairs, making sure her sandals didn't make any sound. An unknowing fear crept into her mind as she made her way to the second floor.

Tumpa stopped in front of Rumpa's room. She could clearly hear her daughter's growing moans coming from behind the closed door. Tumpa's cheeks turned red as she felt a mix of confusion and strange excitement in her body.

Tumpa had always respected her daughter's privacy, but this time, she couldn't resist her urges. She reached for the doorknob with a trembling hand. She slowly turned the knob and jarred the door.

Tumpa's eyes widened with shock, and she gasped. She couldn't believe her eyes, as she was witnessing it right in front of her. Rumpa's room was a mess; her clothes were scattered around the floor.

Tumpa saw her nineteen-year-old daughter lying on the bed. She was naked waist down, wearing only a blue t-shirt and nothing else, not even her bra.

Rumpa's legs were spread apart like a butterfly's wings, and between her thighs she was holding her mother's missing cucumber. It was gleaming with her pussy juice.

Tumpa clearly understood that her daughter was using her cucumber for masturbation. She felt a mix of emotions-- anger, shock, and arousal. She was upset that her beloved cucumber had been taken from her. Tumpa had never imagined in her life that she would be upset about something like this.

Tumpa looked at her daughter's face. Rumpa's eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth parted in a silent cry, as she pushed the massive cucumber into her vagina. She was forcibly burying the cucumber in her vagina, pushing it deeper into herself.

Suddenly, Tumpa's anger disappeared into concern as she watched her daughter stumbling with the cucumber. Her hand work was clumsy, and her technique lacked experience. Rumpa's forehead started sweating as she focused on her daughter fitting the cucumber in her vagina.

Rumpa was so desperate to find her pleasure that she was causing pain to herself. She blenched every time she pushed in. The cucumber was too big and rough for Rumpa's delicate virgin vagina. It was painful for Tumpa to watch her daughter in such pain.

Tumpa's motherly instincts kicked in, and she knew she had to step in. She felt a twinge of pity, mixed with an unexplainable excitement that was boiling in her belly. Tumpa knew she was crossing the line, but she couldn't help herself.

Tumpa pushed aside her embarrassment with the motherly responsibility of guiding her child. She gathered all her courage and pushed open the door. She slowly walked in, her heart racing as she moved closer to her.

Tumpa took a deep breath to calm her racing pulse. She quietly sat on the edge of the bed; her eyes fixed on her daughter. Tumpa slowly pulled out Rumpa's phone that was tucked under her pillow. With a swift move, she unplugged her headphones from her phone.

Suddenly, Rumpa's room was filled with the cacophony of moans and grunts. Rumpa jolted, her eyes flying open in horror and surprise. A soft scream came out from her throat. The cucumber slipped from her hand and hit the nightstand and then landed with a wet thud on the floor.

Rumpa's cheeks were burdened with embarrassment. She hastily covered herself with a pillow.

"Maa! I... I was just... uh... I can explain," Rumpa stuttered.

"Can you?" Tumpa asked, mockingly.  

The room was filled with moans from the porn video that was playing on her phone. Tumpa slightly shifted her gaze to her phone, hinting at Rumpa to turn the video off.

Rumpa quickly, with her shaky hands, took her phone and turned off the video. Rumpa didn't look up at her mom, and she kept her head low; she was desperately seeking a cover story, but nothing came to her mind.

There was a brief silence between the two of them before Tumpa got up from the bed. She walked to the other side of the bed and picked up the cucumber from the floor.

She held it between her index finger and thumb. Her heart sank at the condition of her beloved cucumber, it was covered with Rumpa's sticky, half-dried pussy juice and floor dust.

Tumpa's dream of getting her pussy pounded by a massive cucumber remained a dream. She felt frustrated and irritated as she looked at the cucumber.

She held the cucumber in front of her daughter. Rumpa didn't look; she maintained her gaze on her twiddling fingers.

"Explain!" Tumpa demanded, in a harsh tone.

Tumpa may have sounded harsh, but deep down, she was still worried about her daughter. Rumpa remained quiet for a few seconds, but then she spoke.  Rumpa told the truth, without knowing the consequences of her actions.

At last, Rumpa sobbingly said, "I'm sorry, maa." 

Her eyes teared up and she closed them, hiding her guilt-filled tears; Rumpa started crying.

Seeing Rumpa in such a vulnerable state, Tumpa's heart sank.  She rushed to hug her daughter; her anger had melted away.

Tumpa calmed her down and wiped her tears with her pallu.

Tumpa said, "Sweetie, no, I'm not upset with you. I'm just worried that you may hurt yourself."

Rumpa looked at her mother with embarrassed eyes. She hadn't expected her mother to say something like that. But as she looked into her eyes, she felt calm and safe. Rumpa felt the warmth of love in her mother's arms.

Slowly, with a bit of hesitation in her voice, Rumpa said, "I just couldn't control myself after seeing that cucumber, maa." She continued, "My desires took a better of me."

Tumpa gently rubbed her shoulder, realizing that her daughter had the same taste as her. Tumpa, deep down, slightly felt proud of her daughter, knowing they both had a knack for big things.

"How did you find out about the cucumber?" Tumpa asked.

"I... I actually... I saw you and Joshna auntie with the cucumber," Rumpa said, in a stumbling tone.

Rumpa slowly explained everything to her mother; telling her how she had seen Joshan handing Tumpa the cucumber until the part where she hid the cucumber, up in the backside of the freezer.

"Sorry, maa, I was wrong about the cucumber," Rumpa said, in a soft, timid tone.

Rumpa told how she had been misguided by those porn videos. Especially one particular video of a girl who took a massive cucumber in her anal hole without any problem.  Rumpa explained that she just wanted to explore something fun and new, but she never expected it to be this painful.

Tumpa closed her eyes and exhaled in disappointment. As a mother, she felt bad for her daughter and the many more teens, who take sexual references from porn videos.

"I'm sorry, maa. I shouldn't have done this," Rumpa said, in a low soft tone.

"It's okay, sweetie," Tumpa said softly.

Tumpa truly couldn't be mad at her daughter; she knew how Rumpa felt after seeing that cucumber. It was tempting, and to be honest, Tumpa was nowhere close to judging her own daughter-- she was also going to do the same thing, if everything had played out as she had hoped.

Tumpa gently grabbed her daughter's hands and explained, "There is nothing to be ashamed of." She continued, "We all have been there at some point or another. But, my dear, remember one thing-- whatever you see in those adult videos is all overhyped or fabricated.

"As a woman with some sexual experience, I can clearly tell you that every woman has different tastes. Not every woman can take a seven-inch dick without destroying her vagina. At the same time, there are some who can penetrate both of their holes simultaneously with a happy face.

Rumpa's face turned red after hearing her mother's wise words of advice. On the other hand, Tumpa couldn't believe that she had actually told all of this to her daughter with a straight face.

Rumpa had always seen her mother as a woman of a soft and gentle personality. She was somewhat open with her mother about love and that, but never knew that her mother was so knowledgeable about sex.

Tumpa picked up the cucumber from the nightstand and showed it to her daughter.

With a concerned look in her eyes, she said, "This is not how you treat a... vegetable, dear. You have bruised it beyond recovery."

Rumpa didn't know what to say, so she nodded awkwardly. She knew her mother was trying to guide her, but all this was a little too much for her.

"First of all, when masturbating using vegetables, always remember to put a condom on top of them. It will keep everything clean and hygienic."

Tumpa paused for a moment. She closed her eyes and started thinking of what other things she needed to tell her daughter.

"Second, never dig your nails into vegetables. It will damage the vegetables, and then you can't eat them after you're done using them."

Tumpa paused and looked at her daughter, checking if she was listening to her or not. Rumpa kept her gaze low. There was a clear sign of embarrassment on her face.

"And lastly, use lube. You can try coconut oil, body oil, or even mustard oil. But using lube is essential, even if your condom is extra lubricated. It reduces friction and keeps everything smooth and silky."

Rumpa, with her widening eyes, looked at her mother; she was mortified and speechless. Although she was embarrassed, Rumpa felt a rush of excitement in her core.

Tumpa, on the other hand, felt extremely embarrassed and liberated. She had crossed the line and set a new boundary for them. Tumpa felt she was no longer just a mother, but she had also become the person who would guide her daughter into the world of adulthood.

A soft smile played on Tumpa's lips as she looked at her daughter. Both of them were experiencing a trance of excitement in their bodies.

There was a brief moment of silence before they burst out laughing. Both of them felt relief in their hearts, knowing that they had one less secret to hide from one another.

It felt like everything had come to a happy ending, but Tumpa wasn't done yet. Lost in her newfound bond with her daughter, she thought of something interesting, something that would make their bond a memorable one.

Tumpa carefully placed the cucumber on the table, and said, "Now, I know you may find it too much, but I have something better for you."

Tumpa sounded jollier than usual, which somehow worried Rumpa. She felt like everything was moving faster.

"What, maa?" Rumpa asked, in a shy but curious tone.

"I can't just tell you like that. If you want to know what I'm talking about, we have to go to my room, sweetie," Tumpa said, with anticipation.

Rumpa was nervous, but she felt a thrill of excitement in her heart. Before Rumpa could answer her, Tumpa got up, pulling her daughter's right arm.

"Come on, let's go to my room," Tumpa said.

"What... why?!" Rumpa mumbled.

"You have nothing to be worried about," Tumpa said, in a reassuring voice. "It's the perfect time for you to know the world a little more."

Rumpa's heart rose with anticipation and excitement. Her mother's absurd words, with a hint of naughtiness, were giving her a shiver of cold down her core.

Rumpa calmly got up from bed, and started to put on her panties.

"Stop, no need to wear them," Tumpa said.

"Maa?!" Rumpa exclaimed, in an embarrassed tone.

"There is no one in the house, sweetie," Tumpa said, in a cheeky tone. "Also, don't be shy in front of your mother; I gave birth to you."

Rumpa exhaled, and with a little grumpy face, she followed her mother to her bedroom. She had never walked around the house like this, half-naked. Rumpa's soft, youthful bottom jiggled a bit, as she walked into her mother's room.

As Tumpa followed her daughter into her own bedroom, she left the door ajar before entering. Tumpa quickly closed the windows and turned on the lights.

Tumpa then told her daughter to make herself comfortable. Rumpa slowly sat on the edge of the bed, the soft, plush fabric of the bedsheet felt smooth and cold under her naked butt cheeks.

After seeing everything was clear, Tumpa sat beside her daughter. She looked at Rumpa with a soft smile, then with a gentle touch, she brushed a loose strand of hair off Rumpa's face.

Tumpa's heart rose, as she thought about how she should approach her daughter without making it a big deal. She repeatedly thought that she was doing right, and that nothing would go wrong.

Tumpa, with a calming composure asked Rumpa, "We both are adults here, right?"

Rumpa nodded hesitantly. She felt like something weird was about to happen and she would be in the center of it.

For a few seconds, both of them went quiet. There was awkward tension growing between them, which was occasionally intruded upon by the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the chirping of crickets outside the window.

Suddenly, Tumpa broke the silence and asked, "Dear, have you ever wondered how I... kept... managing myself?"

Rumpa narrowed her eyes in confusion. She gazed at her mother's face for any clue as to what she meant by that. But before she could say anything, Tumpa spoke.

Swallowing hard, Tumpa said in a straight tone, "I'm sure by now, you are aware of the fact that everybody has their special needs." She clinched her fist and looked straight into her daughter's eyes. "Just like anyone else, I also have my needs."

Rumpa interrupted, "What are you saying, maa?"

Tumpa bit her lip, as she was struggling with her words. She knew there was no other way, but to say it straight to her daughter.

"How do you think I fulfilled my sexual needs after your father's death? It wasn't like I could go for one-night stands or see other guys, definitely not in this society.

"So, after your father was gone, I found new ways to fulfil my pleasures, without breaking my vows."

Rumpa's eyes widened with embarrassment. She, never in her life, thought of having a sexual conversation with her mother so openly. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as she thought of her mother's words in her mind.

"I know it's awkward, but trust me, it's for your own good," Tumpa said, in a soft tone.

Rumpa nodded, and said in a soft breath, "But maa, I don't think it's something a mother and daughter should discuss so openly."

Tumpa lightly rested her hand on Rumpa's knee, and said, "See me as your friend with whom you can be free."

She said all of this in a steady voice, despite being nervous inside.

"See this as an opportunity to bond with your mother. And believe me, dear, one day when you will be all grown up, you will remember these days and laugh."

Tumpa's words made a deep impact on Rumpa as she had always regretted not being able to spend more time with her father. So, when Tumpa spoke about bonding, she immediately felt the fear of missing out.

Again, there was an untold silence, tensing up the atmosphere between them.

Tumpa looked at her daughter's eyes, only to find a mild hint of sadness.

To change Rumpa's mind, she decided to reveal her secret.

"I use... toys." Tumpa's gaze slightly shifted towards the floor before returning to her daughter's. "Adult toys to be precise."

There was a hint of embarrassment in her tone, but she felt proud to come clean.

Rumpa's heart raced and her body shivered as her worry then transformed into curiosity.

Rumpa knew what an adult toy was, but had never seen one in real life. She knew adult toys were very common among young adults, but she never thought that proper ladies, like her mother, were also into them. Rumpa wasn't judging her. She was just surprised to know that her traditional-looking, simple-minded mother could use something like that.

Rumpa wasn't wrong, Tumpa did live and share a simple life. However, there was one thing that Rumpa hadn't learned yet about her mother, and that was that she was a shy and curious woman with hidden desires.

Tumpa was forty-eight years old, and yet she still loved to explore her secret wild side. Just like Rumpa, many people often took her chubby, lighthearted behavior as her real personality. But deep down, Tumpa was a naughty spirit with wild desires.

Tumpa kept herself simple and traditional, as her admirers always loved to see her chubby figure in a saree. Tumpa with her brown complexion, her silky-smooth skin, and her round face with her big lips and bright eyes, could make anyone's day.

Although her breasts were a little saggy, her buttocks remained tight and firm --they squeaked together when she walked. But what really made her desirable was her sexy navel, only a few lucky guys had ever seen her belly button.

"Adult toys?" Rumpa asked, in a mixed voice of shock and excitement.

Tumpa nodded solemnly. "Yes dear, it is the only thing that keeps me satisfied without needing another man."

Rumpa found her mother's words so mesmerizing and liberating. She couldn't hold in her curiosity, and asked, "Where did you buy them?"

She was curious to know how her mother had gotten her hands on those toys. Rumpa knew that sex toys weren't openly sold in India, so how did she know about them in the first place?

Tumpa paused for a moment, and gathered her thoughts. "It's your Joshan auntie. She told me there are those little devices that will... help me to do my business without any consequences."

Rumpa started having a vivid idea about her mother's sexual life after her dad's passing away. Rumpa felt a strange cocktail of emotions. She was embarrassed but intrigued by her mother's secret side. To be honest, she wanted to know more about it.

"You really want this, maa?" she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Their eyes met, and a soft smile played on Tumpa's lips.

"Yes, my love," she replied. "But I want you to understand this. What we are doing is nothing to be ashamed of. Seeking pleasure is a part of life, and I am just guiding you through."

Tumpa's words were weaving a new pattern of empowerment into Rumpa's heart, making her let go of her shame. She bit her lip and a mischievous smile glowed on her face. Tumpa saw her daughter's smile, and she immediately knew she had received her message.

Tumpa's smile grew with a hint of a mischievous spark in her eyes, and she said, "You are ready, then?"

"Yes... maa," Rumpa said, hesitantly.

Tumpa reached into her closet and pulled out a wooden box.

"This... my dear," she said while placing the box on the bed, in front of Rumpa, "is the miracle box that kept your mother pure and satisfied."

Hearing her mother's words, Rumpa felt a jolt of excitement and her heart rose in her body. She looked at the wooden box with curious eyes.

From the outside, it looked like a fancy jewelry box. Three flower-shaped patterns covered the lid and sides, giving it an old vintage look.

Rumpa's hand hovered over the small chest as she looked at her mother.

"Go ahead," Tumpa urged with a knowing smile. "Open it."

Rumpa couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mingling with trepidation, as she reached for the box. Slowly, she lifted the lid, revealing her mother's precious toys. They were neatly wrapped in separate white cotton cloths.

As Rumpa slowly unraveled her mother's toys, Tumpa, on the other hand, was enjoying the scene. She loved how Rumpa took her time before making her next move. It made her excited; she bit her lip in anticipation.

Rumpa slowly picked up one of the wrapped toys and quickly dropped it on the bed.

"Eww!!" Rumpa said disgustedly.

"Okay, drama queen, there is nothing to eww about," Tumpa said, in a bossy tone. "What do you think of me, ha? They are all clean and sanitized."

Rumpa's reaction was nothing out of the ordinary. Those toys she dropped were her mother's butt plugs. She knew what they were and where they were used. Her first thought after seeing those butt plugs-- was that these two had been inside her maa's stinky dump hole.

She slowly picked them up and felt their weight. They were heavy and felt premium. They had a full-glossy metal body with two heart-shaped crystals at the end of each plug's end.

Rumpa felt a strange desire to sniff those butt plugs. But then it would be too much for the first time. She didn't want to look like a weirdo in front of her mother.

Rumpa said with a childish smile, "I like this pink one, maa."

Tumpa smiled, and immediately said, "Take it."

Rumpa's eyes widened with shameful surprise. "No... no, I was just saying I like the colors," she said. Her face turned red from embarrassment. "Also, I'm pretty sure that I'm not ready to take one yet, not in my asshole, at least."

Tumpa laughed after hearing her daughter's silly excuse.

The second thing Rumpa unwrapped was a purple dildo. It had a small, wired controller attached to it. Rumpa's eyes widened as she examined the dildo. It felt soft and cold. Her fingers traced the artificial veins made on it. She squeezed the swollen tip of the dildo to feel its texture. The silicone looked and felt top-notch.

Rumpa felt unexplainable excitement in her vagina, as she squeezed the perfectly curved tip of the dildo. She took the controller in her hand, and pressed it on.

With a buzzing sound, the dildo started shaking in her hand. Her eyes widened and her mouth turned into a big 'O'. She looked at her mother and wiggled the dildo in her face.

"Look, maa, it's begging to get inside of you," Rumpa said jokingly.

Tumpa's face turned red from extreme embarrassment. But then she knew something sort of like this was bound to happen. So, she kept her cool, remained was composed, and laughed off her joke.

Rumpa turned off the dildo and asked, "It looks to be about five inches. Maa, can you take it all the way in?"

Tumpa's eyes widened with shock, she was caught off guard. Her parental instincts kicked in-- she made her eyes big, giving her daughter a warning, as if telling her she was crossing the line.

But then she quickly changed her mind, and said, "I can only take half."

There was desperation in her tone, which was quite clear. Tumpa immediately felt regretful about her decision. She wanted to be frank and open with her daughter, but instead, she had come off like a slut.

Rumpa started laughing at her mother's reaction.

"Wow, maa, mad respect!" she exclaimed with a wink.

Tumpa didn't understand what Rumpa meant, so she smiled and gave a playful nudge back.

The third item Rumpa unwrapped was not a toy, to be exact. It looked more like a pen-lipstick but was way heavier.

"What is this, maa?" Rumpa asked, with uncertainty on her face.

"It's an eye massager," Tumpa explained. "It is mainly used to reduce wrinkles under your eyes, but I use it as a mini-vibrator."

Rumpa's eyes widened with surprise. She thanked her luck for getting her into such a mess; otherwise, she would have missed seeing this side of her mother. In her heart, it felt like a kinky adventure, and with each passing moment, she was seeing the weirdest-of-the-weird sides of her mother.

"But why, maa?" Rumpa asked, in a curious tone.

Tumpa cleared her throat, and said in a coy manner, "Those vibrators cost a lot, so I used this eye massager as a makeshift vibrator."

Rumpa's once excited look changed into utter disappointment. She was expecting some kind of kinky answer from her mother.

Rumpa shook her head slowly, and said, "Typical middle-class jugaru mindset," expressing her dissatisfaction.

"You, shut up. Don't act like you are some kind of vibrator expert," Tumpa said, in a grumpy tone.

Rumpa laughed, and said, "So sorry, maa!" in a childish manner.

With that, Rumpa touched the bottom of the box. It looked like she had reached the end. The box was empty. Rumpa looked at her mother with a grinning face with a little bit of awkwardness.

"Your collection isn't that massive, maa," Rumpa said while stretching her arms.

She started wrapping the toys and placing them back in the box.

"Stop, what do you think you are doing?" Tumpa added, "It's not over yet."

Rumpa skipped a bit. She slowly looked at her mother. Tumpa sat down next to her and placed her hand on her daughter's shoulder.

Tumpa leaned in, her voice calm and reassuring. "I didn't bring you here just to show you my toys." A soft smile played on her lips, as she said, "I want you to use them."

"WHAT?!" Rumpa exclaimed, loudly.

The room was filled with electric silence as Rumpa stared at her mother in shock and embarrassment.

Tumpa took Rumpa's hands in her lap, and said, "We're both adults here." Her voice felt soft and understanding. "I'm not forcing you; these kinds of things can't be forced. But when I saw you struggling with the cucumber, I knew it was my responsibility to guide you, my dear."

Everything was moving so fast that Rumpa didn't know how to act. She had never felt such strong emotions in her life. She knew her mother just wanted to help her, but then somewhere in her conscience, she felt a guilt.

"But, maa, don't you think it's wrong?" Rumpa questioned, hesitantly.

Tumpa protested, "No, dear." Her voice felt reassuring. "Don't judge a person without knowing the reason for one's action. Also, I believe this will be a great way to bond."

Rumpa looked at her mother with mesmerizing grace. She never, in her life, could have thought that her widowed mother would be so open-minded. Suddenly, she felt that if she denied this offer from her, then maybe she would never have the chance to know this side of her mother.

A sudden need for validation arose in Rumpa's mind. This was a validation that showed she could do what her mother wanted her to do.

Rumpa took a deep breath, and said, "Okay!"

Tumpa's face glowed with a bright smile. But deep down, she was worried about how it would all turn out.

Rumpa slowly shifted to the middle of the bed and made herself comfortable. Her heart started pounding faster as she felt exposed and vulnerable.

"Now, let's start with the basics," Tumpa said, in a soft and tender voice.

She took the dildo, and said, "Honey, this one will be perfect for you."

Tumpa handed over the dildo to Rumpa with a smile on her face.

"Wait... maa, it's too big for me," Rumpa said, nervously.

"It's totally the perfect size for you, beta," Tumpa responded, her voice calm and soothing. "It only looks big from the outside. But once it's in your vagina, your body will adjust itself."

Rumpa felt her cheeks warm, as her face turned red from nervousness.

Tumpa quickly noticed Rumpa's worry in her eyes.

She gently squeezed her shoulder, and said, "Plus, my dildo is the same size as that cucumber you tried, remember?"

Rumpa's mind raced back in time to that awkward moment. She felt so embarrassed that her eyes were shut. Just remembering it made her shiver from shame. But then when she opened her eyes, she saw her mother, whom she was about to share her first dildo experience with.

The air grew thick with anticipation, as Tumpa reached for the nightstand drawer, and she pulled out a towel and a bottle of lube.

She winked at her daughter, and said, "My two trusty companions."

Tumpa then opened the bottle of lube and carefully poured a generous amount of it onto the tip of the dildo. After that, she gently grabbed it and gave it a good massage, making sure that the entire length got coated.

Tumpa's hand job was on point. She held the dildo with both hands and smoothly rubbed the lube. Her skillful hands slid up and down, while at the same time, twisting and turning the dildo.

Rumpa swallowed hard, as she imagined how a real cock would have felt with that kind of massage.

After lubrication was complete, Tumpa handed it to her daughter. Rumpa, with her trembling hands, took the dildo. It felt cold, sticky, and slimy against her skin. She looked at her mother with doubtful eyes; she started wondering how it would feel inside her vagina.

Tumpa leaned in; her breath felt warm against Rumpa's ear. "You're going to love it, I promise," she whispered. "Now, just relax and follow my instructions."

Rumpa felt a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal as she obeyed her mother's instruction.

"Lie down," Tumpa said, her voice a mix of excitement and eagerness. "And spread your legs."

Rumpa obeyed without saying a word. Her heart pounded in her chest as she slowly spread her legs, revealing her pink, shaved pussy.

Rumpa carefully placed the dildo on her vaginal entrance.

Tumpa, who was seated near her, saw that the tip of the dildo was a little off track. So, she leaned in and adjusted the position of the dildo.

Rumpa raised her head and looked at her mother. A proud smile played on Tumpa's lips as she nodded in approval.

"Go slow," Tumpa said, softly. "Feel it."

Rumpa took a deep breath and slowly pushed the tip inside her vagina. It was tight, but she could feel the lube making it easy to slide in. With a little bit of pressure and her mother's gentle coaxing, Rumpa managed to take the dildo halfway into her pussy.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that made her toes curl.

Tumpa watched with a strange mix of pride and arousal, as her daughter's hips began to rise in sync with the dildo. She could see a faint smile on Rumpa's lips as she got the hang of it.

"That's it," Tumpa murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Good girl, just like that."

Rumpa's breath hitched, as she felt her pussy walls contract around the dildo as it moved deeper into her. It was nothing like she had ever felt before. This was something new, something that made her body shiver from pleasure. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling as the dildo slid in and out of her wet vagina.

"How is it feeling?" Tumpa asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rumpa nodded; her eyes were still closed. "Yes," she said, with a soft breath. "It feels... amazing."

Soon, the room filled with the moaning sounds of Rumpa's pleasure. Her firm, strong breasts bounced with each thrust, as the dildo moved in and out of her virgin pussy.

The sight was too much to bear, and Tumpa soon felt a heat of her own building within her core. She quickly stood up and pulled her saree up, revealing her dense-bushy, brown pussy. She put her right hand on her vagina, which had already started dripping with pussy juice, and started moving her fingers in a rapid circular motion on her clit.

With her other hand, Tumpa pulled her blouse up, exposing her big, round breasts. Then she started playing with her nipples, pinching and rolling them until they were hard little peaks.

The room soon felt like an orchestra of pleasure. The moans and gasps of mother and daughter echoed throughout the room. It was an intimate moment, a bonding experience that neither of them had ever imagined, and yet they were doing it.

Suddenly, between moans, Tumpa heard her daughter's gasping voice-- Rumpa had started to feel the beginning of an orgasm.

"Maa," she managed to gasp out, "I think I'm... I'm going to..."

Tumpa quickly stopped, pulled her blouse down and leaned in. "A little more," she whispered. "You are doing so well."

With each stroke, Rumpa felt one step closer to the edge. Tumpa saw a sticky white cream coating all around the base of the dildo. Rumpa's body tensed and her hips bucked. She pushed the dildo deeper with a loud, moaning cry.

"Maa.. I'm going to come," Rumpa gasped. Her eyes flew open to meet her mother's.

Tumpa nodded with a heavy chest. She then quickly slid a towel under Rumpa's hips to catch her first spurt of juice.

"You are doing so well," she said.

Rumpa's body arched off the bed, and a keening cry escaped her lips. Tumpa watched in awe, as she also felt her own pussy getting wet. The sight of her daughter orgasming made her horny as fuck.

And with that, a wave of orgasm washed over Rumpa like a tsunami. Her pussy walls convulsed around the dildo, and with that, she came.

Rumpa collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily. She felt a sense of satisfaction as her warm cum trickled between her legs.

Tumpa gently pulled the dildo out of her daughter's vagina and held it in front of her face. Her eyes widened with surprise and ecstasy. Tumpa felt a strong and sudden urge to smell the dildo; to sniff her daughter's first pussy cream that she had pumped using her mother's dildo.

Tumpa slowly brought it near her nose and quickly sniffed the strong, musky odor of her daughter's pussy juice. She felt like her own core was tingling for some action as she savored the smell.

Tumpa then took a few tissue papers and covered the dildo with them and placed it on the side table. Then she sat beside her daughter and gently started caressing her hair.

"So, how was your first time doing it with your mother's dildo?" Tumpa asked, her voice thick with a mix of amusement and arousal.

Rumpa panted hurriedly, and said, "To be honest... that felt... intense."

Her cheeks flushed as she stared at the ceiling.

Tumpa looked at her with a knowing smile, and said, "You're a natural, darling."

Rumpa slowly turned her gaze to her mother and nodded shyly. Her heart was still racing, as she felt the aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through her body.

"I can't believe I just did that... in front of you," she murmured.

Tumpa laughed softly at her daughter's remark. They both had a few conversations before Tumpa's gaze fell on the six-inch dildo that she had left on the table. Those tissue papers had already started leaking Rumpa's juices. Before it got on her table, Tumpa stood up and quickly picked it from there.

"I must admit, I'm a little jealous of you," Tumpa said, in a low tone.

"Ha? Why, maa?" Rumpa asked confusingly.

"Nah... nothing," Tumpa said, in a sighing tone.

She walked to the other side of the bed and picked up the cucumber she had left when she walked in.

As soon as Rumpa saw the cucumber, she realized what her mother was talking about--

she had been about to pleasure herself with the cucumber, but her plan was ruined by her. She began to feel badly and frustrated, knowing how much her mother had been looking forward to this, and yet Rumpa had lost herself to her own lust and greed.

Rumpa knew an apology wouldn't be enough. But what else could she even offer to her mother that would replace the thrill of a nine-inch cucumber ride?

"Maa, I'm so sorry for ruining your cucumber!" Rumpa exclaimed, sitting up abruptly.

Tumpa, with an understanding smile, waved her hand dismissively.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," she said, her eyes on Rumpa's face. "Seeing you having fun was much more pleasurable than some cucumber ride," Tumpa added, with a smile.

Rumpa's face turned red, and she lowered her head in embarrassment. As her head was lowered, her eyes went straight in between her legs, in front of her vagina. She saw small clusters of cum still clinging to her pussy.

Rumpa quickly leaned to her right and pulled out the towel from underneath her. Then she cleaned the remaining cum with the towel and folded it aside. She lay down and closed her eyes to savor the moment.

Meanwhile, Tumpa went to the bathroom to clean the dildo. After she came back, her eyes hovered over Rumpa, who was lying sprawled across the bed. A knowing smile played on her lips as she felt relief.

Tumpa very neatly patted and dried the dildo before wrapping it back in white cloth. Then she slowly put it back in the box, followed by the rest of the toys.

As Tumpa closed the box, she couldn't help but feel a twinge in her body. She could still feel the wetness between her legs, craving the cucumber she had dreamed of.

She shook off her urge and walked over to the closet. She opened the closet door, and to her surprise, a bag filled with old clothes tumbled out, along with a packet. It all landed near Tumpa's feet, with a crinkling sound.

Rumpa's eyes swung open at the sound of the bag falling. She sat up and looked at her mother, then her gaze darted to the fallen packet on the floor. Rumpa's jaw dropped and she looked at Tumpa, who was standing, frozen.

"Oh my God, maa, what's this?" Rumpa exclaimed. Her voice was a mix of shock and curiosity.

The packet that caused this sudden disturbance in their peace was none other than one of Tumpa's sex toys. But this one was different, something you would only find in people who have a kink for sex toys or people with wild minds. But definitely not in the closet of a widow.

The most captivating part of the packet was its cover image. Two blonde ladies, fully nude, only wearing red high heels. They were positioned, one on top of the other in a doggy-style position. Their fat asses were glazed with oil, and a big brown dildo joined their pussies like a bent rubber pipe.

Underneath the image in bright blue color, the phrase, 'Double pussy-cats' was inscribed.

Tumpa's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe her luck. She knew she had hidden the packet well enough for it not to tumble out like this. But who could she blame? The toy she had tried to hide from everyone had made its grand entry.

It may sound weird that, after all that had happened, she still felt embarrassed; Tumpa didn't want to look like a total slut in front of her daughter. The guilt in her eyes and the guilty smile that played on her lips was enough evidence for Rumpa that her mother had fucked up.

Tumpa slowly bent down and picked up the packet with her trembling hand.

"It's... it's just another one of my toys, sweetie," Tumpa said casually, trying to play it safe. "I haven't gotten the chance to open this one yet."

But Rumpa wasn't buying it. She slid off the bed, her bare feet hit the cool floor with a soft thud. In a swift motion, she snatched the packet from her mother's hand.

"Let me see," Rumpa demanded, a playful glint in her eyes.

Tumpa's eyes widened in surprise. Rumpa took a few steps back and rushed to the other side of the bed. She looked at her mother and gave her a naughty smile, and then started examining the packet very carefully.

"Double-headed... Dildo...!" Rumpa read it aloud, in a mischievous tone.

She looked at her mother, raising her eyebrows. The smile on her face clearly indicated how she was surprised and aroused by finding her mother's little secret.

Rumpa carefully tore off the plastic seal before pulling out the dildo from inside the packet. Her eyes widened with a naughty smile as she held the twele-inch-long double-headed dildo in her hands.

The dildo was, indeed, a sight to behold, with two bulbous heads that looked just like actual cock heads, ready to pump out pee from any vagina. The dildo was a light brownish color, with visible veins that covered its entire length, giving it an eerily realistic look.

Rumpa sniffed the tip of it, smelling the faint latex odor. As she gently squeezed its silicone texture, Rumpa realized it was way softer and more flexible than the last one she had just used. It could be bent in any direction, without any restriction.

Rumpa's eyes lit up as she felt the weight of it in her hand. Her imagination had already raced with the possibilities of what naughty things her mother could do with it. Just the thought of it made her pussy wet.

"Isn't it for couples?" Rumpa asked. Her voice was a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Tumpa nodded, trying to keep her voice steady.

"It's made for couples or partners who want to... take things to the next level," she said, choosing her words carefully.

"You mean like lesbian couples?" Rumpa asked, while biting her lips.

Tumpa trembled over her words, and said, "Not... no... not like, it's for every type of couple."

"Or maybe single ladies who want to get both of their holes jammed at the same time for a change," Rumpa said, with a mischievous enthusiasm.

Tumpa didn't know how to react, or what to say. She just stared at her daughter with a nervous smile.

"So, maa... why do you have this?" Rumpa asked, while waving the dildo in her mother's direction.

Tumpa felt a chilling fear run down her body. She knew Rumpa would eventually ask her this question. And, why wouldn't she ask? It's not like something that she sees every day.

Tumpa felt extremely embarrassed. She felt like she had gotten trapped in her own play. Her mind searched for an answer, but nothing was coming into her head. To be honest, Tumpa's reason was simple; she had a kink for collecting sex toys. That was the reason why, when she saw the ads for the double-headed dildo, she couldn't resist.

Tumpa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She braced herself for another of those conversations she had never thought to have with her daughter. She sat on the edge of the bed and motioned to Rumpa to join her. The daughter walked over to the bed without hesitation and dropped herself beside her mother. She slid under her mother's arm and wrapped her arms around Tumpa's breast.

She smiled, knowing that she couldn't lie to her daughter and decided to come clean. Tumpa told her everything. Not knowing what Rumpa's reaction would be, she only prayed that she would accept the truth.

When she stopped, Tumpa noticed how Rumpa was looking at her with mesmerizing and excited eyes. Seeing all the excitement in Rumpa's eyes, Tumpa felt relief.

After hearing her mother, Rumpa asked, "Will you try it?"

Tumpa smiled softly and shook her head and told her no.

Rumpa looked into her mother's eyes and saw an unspoken sadness. She didn't understand what was stopping her mother from using the dildo that she wanted to try so badly.

Rumpa saw how her mother was looking at the dildo, with a mix of fascination and lust. Her eyes were lingering on the two heads that looked so promising.

"Are you ashamed of it, or what?" Rumpa asked, in a soft whisper tone.

"Why... what... are you saying?" Tumpa exclaimed, tension in her voice.

"Then why didn't you use it?" Rumpa asked. "Why are you keeping it a secret?"

Tumpa's cheeks were reddened by shame, and she quickly but gently pushed Rumpa's her arms and held her hands.

"Listen, I'm not hiding or ashamed of it," Tumpa protested. "I just don't want to use it, that's all."

"Really?" Rumpa asked, while pulling her hands from Tumpa's grip. She leaned in, softly whispering into her mother's ear, "You know what, maa, maybe you are looking for a partner with whom you can enjoy it to its fullest."

Tumpa's eyes widened with shock. She quickly pushed Rumpa back and stood up. A mischievous grin spread across Rumpa's face, as she realized her intuition was correct.

Tumpa was horrified, as she wondered how her daughter had figured out the truth. There was complete silence in the room for minutes, before Tumpa nervously told her, "It's getting late... and I haven't... prepared any dinner."

Her cheeks were still red, and she quickly looked away from her daughter, focusing instead on the clothes scattered on the floor.

She bent down to pick up her clothes. Rumpa felt a sudden burden of guilt in her heart. She stared at the dildo with disappointment. She asked herself why her mother had to hide her feelings and why couldn't she be more open about her lust and love.

Rumpa's eyes studied her mother's wide round ass. She knew any man would fall for those attractive ass pillows. Rumpa closed her eyes for a second and imagined how a dick would feel between those soft, warm ass pillows of her mother.

She felt a shiver of excitement running down her body. Suddenly she felt a strange, powerful urge that she couldn't hold back. She realized that if her mother didn't, she would.

"Maa," Rumpa asked, in a low voice.

Tumpa didn't respond; she was still busy sorting out the clothes. Rumpa felt a little frustrated and pinched Tumpa's right butt cheek to get her attention.

"Ouch! Why did you do that?" Tumpa turned and asked in a sharp tone.

Her right hand flew over to her right butt cheek, gently rubbing the pinched area.

Seeing her mother's attention, Rumpa cleared her throat, and said, "Why don't we try it?"

Confused and a little annoyed, Tumpa furrowed her brow, and asked, "What?!"

Rumpa swallowed hard, and with an awkward smile, she said, "Why don't we try your double-headed dildo, maa."

Tumpa's eyes widened with shock and surprise. She had never expected Rumpa to ever ask her something like this. Her throat felt dry as she almost choked on her own words.

"WHAT?? NO! Rumpa, how could you ask your own mother something like this?" she said, her voice intense but shaky. "There is a line for everything."

Rumpa's expression changed and it was clear that she wasn't giving up so easily.

"What line, maa?" Rumpa coaxed. "Didn't you just tell me that we're both adults here and we can talk openly? And, if you are talking about crossing the line, then what about my line? I just got stripped naked and masturbated in front of you with a dildo, after you convinced me to do it."

Tumpa saw her own hungry reflection in Rumpa's eyes, which was impossible to ignore. Her conscience started to split into two-- one half wanted to go with the flow, while the other still resisted the urge.

Tumpa's knees wobbled after hearing Rumpa. She realized she had crossed the line without knowing it.

But, the thought of sharing a dildo with her daughter made her heart rise with even more embarrassment and shame.

Rumpa stood and looked into her mother's eyes, and said, "Come on, maa, don't act this way. We both know you want to try it, so there is no point in hiding it. We have already crossed that line."

Tumpa felt a sudden suffocation as she tried to look into her daughter's eyes. She felt like her heart would explode when Rumpa hugged her and told her to breathe.

"Maa, it's okay, I'm not forcing you," Rumpa said, softly. "Self-love can't be forced. But holding it back won't do you good."

Hearing her daughter so loud and clear, Tumpa wondered when her small girl had grown up so much. A faint smile appeared on her face, showing her pride at her daughter's bold words.

Rumpa wiped her mother's tears, and said, "Maa, as much as I know, you are dying to use that dildo, so for once, forget that I'm your daughter and see this as an opportunity and accept it."

It was true; she was badly craving to try that dildo, but to be honest, her conscience had stopped her. Knowing that for a widow like her, sensual love wasn't an option, she felt conflicted. But hearing her daughter's tempting words, Tumpa felt an ache between her legs that she couldn't ignore.

The idea of exposing her holes in front of her daughter was both terrifying and thrilling to her. Finally, she decided to listen to her desires.

With a defeated look, Tumpa took the dildo from the bed and said, "Fine," her voice barely above a whisper, "but only this one time."

Although Tumpa looked calm, deep down she was feeling a cocktail of thrilling fear. Tumpa knew what she needed to do first. She locked the bedroom door and windows, and pulled down all the curtains, making the room a safe and secure place for them.

Tumpa didn't want anyone to know what was about to happen there in her room. And locking the door was a way for her to hide her naughty deeds from the neighbours. Here, she couldn't risk their reputation as a traditional widowed mother and an innocent daughter, could she?

She turned on the lights and double checked the windows and door before taking a sigh of relief. Tumpa stood in front of the dresser and looked in the mirror. Her nervousness was clearly visible on her face. She closed her eyes and told herself she could do this.

Rumpa felt the anticipation in the air, as she saw her mother getting undressed. She couldn't help but stare. She had never seen her mother like this before. Her body quivered with excitement, and her mind raced with the thought of what was coming next.

Tumpa began undressing-- she lowered her pallu from her chest and untied the knot from her waist, then slowly unwrapped her saree. Soon, her white cotton saree, which once proved her innocent and traditional nature, slid down from her body and fell to the floor around her ankles.

Then she began to untie the hook on her blouse. After that, she pulled the sash of her petticoat, letting it also fall to the floor, revealing her thick thighs.

Tumpa then stood in front of the mirror, only wearing her bra and panties. Her gaze fell on her daughter's reflection, who watched with great admiration; the daughter's breath growing heavier, watching her widowed mother.

Tumpa, with a blend of shyness and excitement, murmured, "Rumpa, sweetie, please come here and help me unclasp my bra."

Rumpa stepped up to her knees and dragged herself to the edge of the bed. Her own hands were trembling slightly as she opened the clasp.

Tumpa's breasts spilled out as the bra fell off. Her breasts were large and heavy--the nipples were erect and looked sensitive.

Tumpa then bent forward, and with both of her hands, pulled her onion red-colored panties down, revealing her bushy pussy and plump round butt. Her unshaven pubic hair created a stark contrast to the soft, supple skin.

Tumpa put her hands on her hips, and stood completely naked in front of the mirror. Her hands hovered over her stomach, squeezing the soft folds of her belly, noticing the extra folds that had formed over the years.

"I really should start working out," she murmured to herself.

"Absolutely not," Rumpa protested. "It's your natural beauty. Also, men love their women with thick curves, and those folds of yours add an extra sexiness to your figure."

Tumpa turned around and looked at her daughter. A shy smile played on her lips, and she said, "Thank you, sweetie."

Her breasts bounced slightly as she turned to her side. Tumpa looked at her fat ass agreed with Rumpa-- it was, indeed, a sight to behold. She giggled to herself and jiggled her ass. Seeing her own ass bouncing like that, Tumpa started feeling horny; she could feel more wetness building between her legs.

Without wasting any more time, Tumpa quickly climbed onto the bed. The mattress dipped slightly under her weight. Rumpa followed her, and soon both of them were sitting face to face.

Tumpa sprawled on the bed, and for the first time Rumpa saw her mother's experienced pink vagina from behind her bushy pubes. She couldn't help but wonder how many dicks she could fit in her pussy. Her body shivered, as she pictured two fat dicks pounding her mother's vagina together at the same time.

Tumpa reached for the bottle of lube that she kept on the nightstand. Her hands shook as she popped the cap open. Then she squeezed a generous amount of lube onto her fingers and rubbed it into her clit.

Rumpa watched her mother with fascination. The sight was both sensual and mesmerizing. Tumpa poured some more lube on her middle finger, and gently circled it around her sphincter. She shut her eyes, and a soft moan escaped her lips as she pushed her finger into her anus.

Rumpa watched in awe, as her mother's fingers did their magic. She suddenly had a weird urge to finger her mother's asshole. But then she thought, it would be too early for that.

A glint of mischief played in her eyes, as she tested, "Maa, your pubes farm is denser than the Amazon forest."

Tumpa, who was lost in her anal massage, opened her eyes, then pulled her finger out of her anus and gently poked on Rumpa's ankle, and protested, "It's a thousand times better than your shaved thirsty desert."

Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, but there was a spark of amusement in her eyes. There was a pause before both started laughing. Tumpa felt a strange erotic thrill at the thought of sharing her favorite dildo with her daughter.

"You should apply some on your anus, too," Tumpa said, while passing the bottle of lube to Rumpa. "It'll make the ride smooth."

"Hell nah! I'M NOT PUTTING that monster in my back door!" she nervously exclaimed. "Also, my pussy is already wet and gushy from seeing you rubbing lube on yours."

Tumpa softly giggled, "Great!"

After that, she took a generous amount of lube on her palm and started rubbing it on the dildo, making sure it was fully coated before they used it.

Rumpa bit her lip with excitement, as she admired how her mother skillfully rubbed lube on the double-headed dildo.

After everything was ready, they positioned themselves in the middle of the bed, their legs spread wide in a mirrored stance. Tumpa placed the dildo between them, the gleaming in the white light of the bedroom.

Tumpa slowly held the dildo with both of her hands, her fingers tracing the shiny surface. She took a deep breath and looked at Rumpa, who watched her with a mix of trepidation and desire.

"We'll go slowly," Tumpa said.

"Maa, are you sure we can take it?" Rumpa asked, her voice a soft, nervous whisper.

She stared at the two plump heads and couldn't help but think about one thing-- how were they both going to fit both of this monster's heads in their vaginas at the same time?

"Oh, dear, of course we can," Tumpa began, her voice low and soothing. "See, I will put it in and slowly push the other end inside you. It's just like joining two railway cars."

Tumpa smiled and leaned back, her large breasts rose and fell with each breath. She then took the first step, guiding one of the dildo's heads to her own wet entrance. Tumpa inhaled sharply and pushed it in, her eyes fluttered shut.

Rumpa held her breath as she saw her mother in action. She took her time to admire the beauty of her mother's pussy as it swallowed the dildo. A foamy white cream formed on the glistening surface of the dildo, which coated her outer walls. It all looked so empowering to her.

Tumpa, with a gentle nod, indicated for Rumpa to slide closer.

Rumpa slightly moved her hips, closing the gap between them. Then hold of she took the other dildo head, her heart racing. She slid it along her slit, feeling the coolness of the silicone against her pussy.

Rumpa took a deep breath and leaned back.

Tumpa slowly pushed her hips, pushing the dildo past Rumpa's clit. She felt the stretch as the head of the toy entered her. The pain was intense, but she bit her lip, refusing to show any weakness. She let out a soft gasp, her eyes meeting her mother's. They shared a look of pure, unbridled lust.

"Ready?" Tumpa whispered, her voice thick with lust.

Rumpa nodded, her eyes never leaving her mother's. Slowly, both of them started rocking their hips. Tumpa's breath hitched as she felt a sharp push from Rumpa's side.

"Not so hard," Tumpa murmured, her eyes half-closed.

Soon, they began to move in a rhythm. The dildo filled them both, sliding in and out in a smooth motion that grew faster with every passing second. Tumpa's breasts bounced with every thrust. Her nipples were hard, and puffing with arousal.

With every thrust, Tumpa realized what she had been missing all these years. She had totally forgotten how thrilling it was to have intimacy with another person. She felt like such a fool for secluding herself from all this fun and lust that she had craved so much. Her excitement and pleasure were at their peak when she thought that it was definitely time for her to move on from the memories of her husband.

Rumpa saw a wide smile spread on her mother's face.

Both mother's and daughter's moans grew louder. Tumpa's hand found its way to her clit, her index finger circling around her swollen bud, as she pushed the dildo deeper into her pussy, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure.

Their bodies moved like pistons, their hips pushing and falling in sync. The sight of her mother's pussy being filled with the same toy as hers was more erotic than anything Rumpa had ever imagined.

The dildo's heads hit their G-spots with every thrust, and the sensation was almost too much to bear. Tumpa's toes curled, her body arching off the bed.

"Faster, sweetie," Tumpa panted, "a little more."

Their breaths grew heavier, their moans louder. Tumpa's hand moved faster on her clit, her hips buckling with every stroke.

"Maa," Rumpa whispered, "I think I'm going to... I'm going to..."

"No! Not so soon, honey," Tumpa encouraged, her voice thick with passion. "Hold it a little longer."

The dildo stretched Rumpa's walls to their limits. The feeling of fullness was almost overwhelming; her tight pussy struggled to accommodate its girth.

Tumpa's eyes were closed, her heavy hips bucking widely. Her moans grew louder with every passing minute. Soon, they stopped, and Tumpa asked Rumpa to change their positions.

"This time, put it into my back hole," Tumpa said, with a heavy, panting voice.

Tumpa slowly unclenched her walls, releasing the dildo from her vagina, making it slide out of her wetness. Its head was covered in her white creamy juice. The dildo dangled from Tumpa's pussy like an actual erect dick. Next, they positioned themselves, Tumpa lying on her back with her legs in the air, and Rumpa kneeled between them.

"Should I go faster or slower, maa?" Rumpa asked.

Tumpa ignored Rumpa's initial question and guided the dildo to her anal entrance. The slightly warm silicone head sent shivers down her spine as its tip stuck on her entrance.

"Now, go as deep as you can," Tumpa said, in a deep, moaning voice.

With a gentle push, Rumpa pushed the dildo head inside her mother's anal hole. Tumpa's sphincter was already drenched in sticky, stinky, gooey sweat, making it easy for her to take the dildo into her asshole.

Rumpa pushed her hips, and the dildo slid into her mother's anal hole smoothly. Tumpa's anal walls stretched as it swallowed the massive dildo.

Rumpa, with admiration in her tone, asked, "I didn't know assholes could be stretched to this extent."

"Years of practice, sweetheart," Tumpa said in a moaning tone.

The sight of her mother's anus stretching around the toy was almost too much for Rumpa to handle. She felt another wave of arousal building within her. She couldn't help but reach out to finger her own anal hole.

Rumpa pushed her middle finger slowly into her anus and started to wiggle it, rubbing the tip of her finger against her anus walls. Rumpa resumed her movements. Her hips rocked, and her movements became frantic.

Rumpa could feel the pleasure building inside her body with every passing minute. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, which started to beg for more attention. She pulled her finger out of her asshole and moved over to her pussy. She slapped her clit, before putting it inside her mouth. As she sucked her fingers, Rumpa could taste the sensual flavor of her body.

Rumpa had never felt this much arousal before in her life. She reached down and wrapped her other hand around the base joint of the double-headed dildo and pushed it deeper into her mother's anal hole.

She watched with extreme joy as her mother screamed with pleasure. Tumpa clutched the bed sheet with her nails. In her mind, she was imagining having sex with a stranger while her husband was out at work. Tumpa never knew that she would be turned on by such slutty thoughts.

Rumpa leaned in and kissed her mother's erect nipples, her teeth grazing the soft flesh. She started sucking on them, making sure that her mother's voluptuous breasts didn't miss out on the action. Tumpa could feel the warmth of her daughter's breath against her areolas, giving her the naughty tickle of thrill.

Tumpa tightly wrapped her arms around Rumpa, and pulled her against her chest. Rumpa started kissing her mother's breasts. Their moves grew more erratic, more wild. Rumpa felt the familiar tightening in her stomach, the coil of pleasure that signaled her impending climax. Rumpa's moans grew louder, her body convulsing with every thrust.

And then it hit her, a wave of ecstasy that crashed over her body like a tidal wave. Rumpa's vagina clenched around the dildo, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning. Her eyes went rolling back as she realized she had come.

Her body tightened, her muscles clenched around the dildo as she came, her juices spilling out and coating the dildo. Tumpa watched her daughter's face contort in pleasure, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.

The dildo slid out of Rumpa's vagina and she fell down on her bottom. Her breath was heavy with satisfaction. She pulled herself up and looked at her mother, who saw her sweaty daughter with a smile.

"Sorry, Maa, I came," Rumpa said slowly, her breath long and heavy.

"You did great," Tumpa murmured, in an orgasmic voice. "Now I can go all out."

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Tumpa took control. She pushed the dildo deeper into her anus; the second head of the dildo wobbled in the air.

Rumpa's eyes widened as she saw her mother taking the entire one side of the dildo in her hole. She couldn't believe her eyes; her mother had pushed past her own limits and taken half of the dildo in her anal hole.

"Maa," she breathed softly, "careful..."

Tumpa's legs began to shake, and her body tightened like a coil. She slowly started moving the dildo in and out. She slowly increased her speed. Rumpa's heart reached higher as Tumpa's moans grew louder. She felt the bed shake beneath them.

"Fuck," Tumpa gasped, her eyes rolling back into her head. "It's so deep."

Rumpa sat up and moved close to her mother's ass. She was anticipating that at any moment her mother would climax. She moved her head closer to her mother's vagina, hoping to witness her mother's first orgasm to come out. But instead of that, something totally unexpected happened.

Tumpa's body shook as she felt the pressure slowly get closer to her opening. Her muscles tightened, and she released a stream of warm, golden water from her pussy, shooting and falling in midair down to the center of the bed.

Rumpa, who was too close to her mother's vagina, got to taste her mother's pee, as it splashed onto her lips and face. Rumpa moved back, her eyes widened with surprise and thrill. She licked off the few drops of pee that fell on her lips, it tasted bitter and salty.

Tumpa finally hit her climax.

"I'm going to cum," she panted, her voice hoarse with passion.

Her moans echoed throughout the house, as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Tumpa's body curled with pleasure, as she tightened her anal muscles, clinging to the dildo, until her white milky juice oozed out of her body.

Tumpa let out another loud, guttural moan that echoed throughout the house. She, along with a farting sound, pushed out the dildo from her anus, as she would a solid log of poop. The dildo dropped down, covered in her anal juice.

Tumpa collapsed on the bed. Her chest felt heavy with every breath she took. Rumpa watched her mother's face with a mix of awe and amusement.

"Maa?" she whispered, wondering, if her mother had passed out from ecstasy.

Tumpa's eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile played on her lips.

"Yeah... sweetie," Tumpa murmured, her voice low and drowsy.

She reached out and stroked Rumpa's cheek.

Rumpa lay down beside her mother, both panting and sweaty, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience.

Rumpa looked into her mother's eyes and asked in a satisfying voice, "So, how was it, maa?"

Tumpa grinned; her cheeks were flushed with excitement.

"Great," she whispered, "that was... amazing."

Tumpa pulled her closer, her arms wrapping around her daughter's waist.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice calm and gentle. "I needed it."

Rumpa nuzzled into her mother's neck, feeling a mix of relief and exhilaration. Tumpa kissed her forehead, her face swelling with satisfaction and love. They lay there for hours. Their bodies were sticky with sweat and lube. The silence of the room was only broken by the sounds of their heavy breathing, hearts beating, and occasional murmurs.

Finally, Tumpa pushed herself up onto her elbows. She saw the time, and in a panic, she quickly sat up. The clock showed 8:01pm.

"It looks like we have to order takeout," Tumpa said, her voice still a little shaky.

Rumpa stretched her limbs and torso before sitting up. She covered herself with a towel, and said slowly, "Before that, we should take a shower."

Tumpa agreed and got out of the bed. She started picking her clothes, but she stopped suddenly and turned back.

"Dear," she called out.

Rumpa, who was still sitting on the bed, quickly looked at her mother, while keeping her eyes open wide.

"Whatever happens today should stay between us," Tumpa said, her voice low and serious.

Rumpa gave her thumbs up and again lay down. Tumpa shook her head with a mix of relief and understanding. Tumpa turned and bent down to pick up her remaining clothes.

When Rumpa noticed the aftermath of her mother's holes, they were covered with cum, lube, and other sticky juices. Her asshole was still straight out from the dildo. Rumpa suddenly had a thought.

She bit her lip and with a mischievous smile asked, "Hey, maa, tell me something, how many dicks can you fit in those holes of yours?"

Tumpa quickly covered her back with her left hand and turned around. She was surprised to hear that. It was so sudden and random that she didn't know what to tell her.

A few seconds later, Tumpa, without showing any direct expression, showed three with her fingers.

Rumpa acted surprised, covered her mouth, made a wow sound, and said, "Really?"

Tumpa bit her lips, and said, "Yeah... two for my pussy and one for my asshole."

There was a moment of silence. Both Tumpa and Rumpa looked at each other with amusement and thrill before both burst into laughter.

* * *

A few days later, Tumpa and Rumpa were coming back from shopping, when they saw Joshna standing in front of their house.

"Tumpa di, I finally get a glimpse of you," Joshna said, with a joyful smile on her face.

Tumpa knew why she was there and what would come next from her mouth.

"So, did you like it?" Joshna asked, with a curious look on her face.

But before Tumpa could answer, Rumpa jumped in, and said, "Joshna Kaki, your cucumber was so tasty that it gave us an orgasm as soon as we put it in."

Tumpa frowned with surprise and embarrassment, and Joshna narrowed her eyes. She looked confused and clueless.

Rumpa glanced at both before saying, "As we put it in our mouths, the cucumber hit us with its orgasmic taste. Right, maa?"

Tumpa shook her head awkwardly and started laughing, trying to hide her nervousness. Rumpa pushed them aside, and walked into the house. But before going in, she winked at her mother mischievously.

Joshna, confused and curious, looked at Tumpa, who stood there with an awkward smile on her face.