Thursday, March 12, 2009

My big-breasted mum - part 14

Part 14
by IwantbustyKim

Oblivious to what Sifu was doing to her and me in the grandhall, my mom nodded her head obediently to Mr. Chan's words and listened attentively what he had to say.

He explained that the nether forces in her body had become stronger and in order for her to remove them she would have to undergo the ritual where his sifu would recruit allied agents from the underworld to aid them. As they will be possesed, she has to be blindfolded for her own well-being and would need to be calm and motionless and follow his instructions closly, lest calamity befall on all of them. He then explained that his sifu is a powerful medium ordained in such arts and that she was in good hands.

As his sifu put his hands on my mom's shoulders, he then started chanting in that strange tongue similar to what Mr. Chan had chanted while we were in his flat. However unlike Mr. Chan, his baritone voice was soft and reassuring and his chant reverberated across the large hallway.

Chan2 walked over to the altar and took down the cloth draped over the 3 Ft tall structure, revealing what was beneath. Standing in the middle of the 2 towering candles was a huge bronze idol of the demon/god that was tattooed on Mr. Chan. With ivory fangs protruding out of its mouth, it stood aggressively with a lewd posture, its front claws were in the air with its hips thrust outwards. Naked, the idol was crafted with an oversized but ornate penis jutting upwards. From a distance, it looked like it was doggy-fucking an invisble figure.

Chan2 then laid the huge cloth infront of the centre and placed a cushion ontop of it. He then took my mom by her hands and guided her to a kneeling position on the cushion. As she knelt down on the cushion, her legs were split apart as she tried to balance herself. Seeing his opportunity, the Sifu squated and tilted his head sideways, his nose inches away from the front of her skirt as he enjoyed the close-up upskirt view of my mom.

However, his view was short-lived as instinctively, my mom pressed down the front of her miniskirt between her thighs and bent her knees inwards, much to Sifu's dismay. Annoyed, he placed his hands on her shoulders again, instructing her not to move and to raise her hands upwards. Grabbing a huge bundle of lit joss sticks from Mr. Chan, he postioned both her hands around the bundle and got her to hold them up in the air.

As my mom's arms were wobbly from such a awkward position, he took a spool of raffian-rope and a white towel from his clothbag. Wrapping the cloth over her wrists, he bound them together with the raffian tightly. My mom who was visibly disturbed struggled initially but was reassured when Mr. Chan calmed her down and told her everything will be alright. Chan2 and Mr. Chan then threw the raffian-rope over a wooden pillar above the altar, using it as a make-shift pulley until her hands were at the right height.

What would my father think as I thought to myself and pointed the camera at her general direction. How would he react, seeing her poor gullible busty wife kneeling in front of 3 lecherous and manipulative men, blindfolded, now bounded and dressed in only a thin fabric to cover her modesty. Her arms now pointing skyward, causing the sides of her D-cup breasts to spill out in folds. So large were her breasts that though she was clad in a "dudou" (which was designed to cover the stomach), her mid-rift was exposed as well as the underside of her bare breasts clad in the dudou.

The 3 men stood around her and while chanting in unison ogled at her from above while chuckling privately to themselves at her vulnerable predicament. Their eyes widdened in lustful glee like the idol behind them as they plotted on what to do next.

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