#saree petticoat

[womenindia]

Knowing how to choose the right petticoat for a saree

In the rich tapestry of Indian culture, the saree holds a special place, symbolizing elegance, tradition, and grace. Draping a saree isn't just about wrapping fabric around oneself; it's an art form, a timeless expression of femininity and sophistication. While choosing the perfect saree is crucial, what often gets overlooked is the importance of the foundation garment - the saree petticoat. Often relegated to the background, the right petticoat can make all the difference in achieving that flawless saree drape.

Indian saree petticoats are more than just a supporting garment; they play a vital role in ensuring the saree drapes beautifully and enhances your silhouette. From the fabric to the fit, here's how mastering the art of saree draping begins with selecting the right petticoat.

Understanding the Role of a Saree Petticoat

Before delving into the nuances of selecting the perfect petticoat, it's essential to understand its role in saree draping. A petticoat provides the foundation for the saree, lending it structure and shape. It acts as a base onto which the saree fabric is draped and tucked, ensuring a smooth and graceful fall. Moreover, the petticoat holds the pleats in place, preventing them from slipping and maintaining the saree's elegance throughout the day.

Choosing the Right Fabric

One of the critical factors to consider when selecting a saree petticoat is the fabric. While cotton petticoats are popular for their breathability and comfort, silk petticoats are preferred for their luxurious feel and smooth texture. Depending on the saree fabric and occasion, you may opt for a petticoat that complements the saree material.

For instance, if you're wearing a silk saree, a silk petticoat would be the ideal choice as it ensures the saree drapes seamlessly without any creases or wrinkles. On the other hand, if you're donning a lightweight chiffon or georgette saree, a cotton petticoat would provide the necessary grip for the fabric to hold its shape.

Ensuring the Right Fit

The fit of the petticoat is paramount in achieving a flattering saree drape. A well-fitted petticoat not only accentuates your curves but also provides the necessary support for the saree to fall gracefully. When selecting a petticoat, ensure that it sits snugly at your waist without being too tight or too loose.

Additionally, consider the length of the petticoat, which ideally matches the length of your saree. A petticoat that is too long can cause the saree to drag on the floor, while a shorter petticoat may result in an awkward drape. Aim for a length that allows the saree to skim the floor gracefully, with just a hint of the petticoat peeking through.

Exploring Design Options

While functionality is paramount, saree petticoats also offer an opportunity to experiment with different designs and styles. From basic solid colors to intricate embellishments and lace detailing, there's a myriad of options to choose from based on your personal preference and saree style.

Opt for a neutral-colored petticoat like white or beige for versatility, or add a pop of color with vibrant hues like red or royal blue to complement your saree's palette. Embroidered or printed petticoats can also add a touch of glamour to your ensemble, especially for festive occasions or weddings.

Maintaining Care and Comfort

Lastly, caring for your saree petticoats is essential to ensure longevity and comfort. Always wash them gently by hand or on a delicate cycle to preserve the fabric and prevent any damage. Hang them to dry in a well-ventilated area away from direct sunlight to avoid shrinking or fading.

Additionally, consider investing in multiple petticoats in different colors and fabrics to cater to various saree styles and occasions. This allows you to mix and match effortlessly, ensuring you always have the perfect foundation for your saree ensemble.

For quality saree petticoats that enhance your saree experience, explore the exquisite collection at Women India, where tradition meets innovation.

In conclusion, mastering the art of saree draping begins with selecting the right petticoat. Indian saree petticoats not only provide the necessary support and structure but also contribute to the overall aesthetic of your ensemble. By paying attention to factors such as fabric, fit, design, and maintenance, you can elevate your saree game and exude confidence and poise with every drape. So the next time you adorn a saree, remember that the perfect petticoat is the secret to mastering this timeless art form.

[rasbharii]

Indian women in incomplete without a saree.

[thecdtales]

Lady Superstar |CH.05|

S Y N O P S I S   Top Film Star Ranjith is going through a rough patch in his career and looking for a comeback. Ranjith’s wife Aishwarya narrates a script with a challenging role for him. What twists and turns does that movie and life have in store for him? CHAPTER | 05 |   Aishwarya gets a surprising offer from Manish. Shooting begins and Ranjith’s feminine look gets leaked online sparking…

[iambydollyjain]

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[shenayafashionsurat]

Enhance Your Collection: Wholesale Petticoats for Retailers - A Buying Guide

Petticoats are an essential component of a woman's wardrobe, providing the necessary foundation for a well-fitted and graceful silhouette. As a retailer, stocking a wide range of wholesale petticoats can enhance your collection and cater to the diverse needs of your customers. 

In this detailed buying guide for petticoats, we will explore the importance of petticoats, discuss the different types available in the market, highlight key factors to consider when purchasing wholesale petticoats from a Surat petticoat manufacturer, and provide insights on how to make the most of this valuable addition to your inventory.

The Importance of Saree Fitted Petticoat:

Petticoats play a vital role in enhancing the overall look and comfort of various garments, especially ethnic and traditional outfits. Here are some reasons why petticoats are a must-have for every woman:

Shape and Structure: 

Petticoats add volume and shape to skirts, dresses, and sarees, creating a flattering and feminine silhouette. They provide structure to the outer garment, ensuring it drapes elegantly and falls gracefully.

Modesty and Coverage: 

Modern petticoat provides an additional layer underneath sheer or lightweight fabrics, ensuring modesty and preventing see-through situations. They offer coverage and prevent the garment from clinging to the body.

Comfort and Ease of Movement: 

Petticoats made from lightweight and breathable fabrics like cotton or satin allow for easy movement and prevent garments from sticking to the skin. They offer comfort, especially during warmer seasons or in regions with hot climates.

Types of Wholesale Petticoats:

When it comes to stocking wholesale petticoats from any wholesaler of fancy petticoat in Surat, offering a variety of types can help cater to different customer preferences and outfit requirements. Here are some popular types of petticoats that you can consider adding to your collection:

A-Line Petticoats:

A-Line petticoats are versatile and suitable for various styles of skirts, dresses, and sarees. They have a flared A-line shape that adds volume and structure to the garment, creating a flattering silhouette.

Mermaid Petticoats:

A Mermaid petticoat is a fitted petticoat designed specifically for enhancing the shape and volume of mermaid-style skirts and gowns. They feature a fitted top and a flared bottom that mimics the silhouette of a mermaid tail.

Layered Petticoats:

Layered petticoats are perfect for creating a dramatic effect and adding extra volume to ball gowns, ethnic wear, or costumes. They consist of multiple tiers or layers of fabric that create a full and voluminous look.

Hoop Petticoats:

Hoop petticoats have a structured framework of hoops or wires that give the garment a voluminous shape. They are often used for bridal gowns or historical costumes, where a pronounced and structured silhouette is desired.

Tulle Petticoats:

Tulle petticoats are made from lightweight and sheer tulle fabric. They provide a soft and fluffy look, adding volume to skirts and dresses without weighing them down. Tulle petticoats are popular for creating a romantic and ethereal appeal.

Ball Gown Petticoats:

Ball gown petticoats are specifically designed to complement ball gowns or dresses with a full and voluminous skirt. They are often made from layers of tulle or organza fabric to create a majestic and grand appearance.

Crinoline Petticoats:

Crinoline petticoats are made from stiff and structured fabrics like horsehair or stiff netting. They are used to give skirts a defined and puffed-out shape, commonly seen in vintage-inspired or retro-style dresses.

By offering a diverse range of wholesale plain petticoat in Surat that includes these different types, you can cater to a wide range of customers and their specific outfit needs. Whether it's for bridal wear, formal occasions, or everyday use, having a variety of petticoats in your collection ensures that customers can find the right style and fit to enhance their garments and create the desired look.

Factors to Consider When Purchasing Wholesale Petticoats:

To ensure customer satisfaction and maximize sales, keep the following factors in mind while selecting wholesale petticoats for retailers:

Fabric Quality: Choose petticoats made from high-quality fabrics that are comfortable, durable, and have good draping properties. Fabrics like cotton, satin, or tulle are popular choices.

Size and Length Options: Offer petticoats in different sizes and adjustable lengths to accommodate varying body shapes and garment lengths.

Elastic Waistbands: Look for petticoats with elastic waistbands for a comfortable and flexible fit that can easily accommodate different waist sizes.

Color Variations: Consider stocking petticoats in various colors to match the wide range of outfits your customers may wear.

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Making the Most of Wholesale Petticoats:

To market and sell wholesale petticoats effectively, consider the following strategies from the best petticoat suppliers for retailers:

- Display: Showcase the petticoats prominently in your store, displaying them alongside relevant garments to help customers visualize the complete outfit.

- Sizing Assistance: Provide size guides and assistance to help customers select the right petticoat size for their body measurements and intended use.

- Cross Promotion: Encourage customers to purchase petticoats alongside complementary garments, such as sarees, skirts, or dresses, to complete the look.

- Online Presence: Optimize your website and online store with relevant keywords, descriptions, and high-quality images of your wholesale petticoat collection to attract online shoppers.

Thus, it is crucial to get the ideal collection of wholesale petticoats from the Shenaya Fashion online store, which leads among the top petticoat manufacturers for retailers.

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Shenaya Fashion is a renowned online store based in Surat that specializes in manufacturing high-quality wholesale petticoats. With a focus on providing high-quality products and a wide range of options, Shenaya Fashion has established itself as a trusted destination for retailers looking to stock up on petticoats.  A wholesale saree petticoat at best price is an essential addition to any retailer's inventory, offering customers the foundation they need for well-fitting and graceful outfits. Remember, the right wholesale petticoats can not only provide comfort and structure but also elevate the overall appearance and confidence of your customers.

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[pseudoquiddity]

Here's my little piece on (P1) Utopianism and orientalism/Utopian co-opting of (other) cultures (and some broadly Asian fun facts):

What's always struck me is the undercurrent of Asian aesthetic influence in P1 and one obvious reason for why it's there at all is the fact that they're bordering Mongolia and China. Many Eurasian nomads are artistically influenced by regional, cultural styles in the middle east, India, China, etc. that central and southern Asian area. But since the Kin's artistic aesthetic (in P1) reflect a utilitarianism use of leather and, broadly speaking, the Earth, where this influence appears most is with the Utopians.

Take Eva Yan, for example! I've only heard her clothes described as "strange," but the style is very reminiscent of a certain kind of dress ...

She's wearing something close to an Indian petticoat and blouse, but she's missing the saree. It might actually be what's around her neck. Indian blouses typically end above the stomach and are either long-sleeved (like what Eva's wearing) or go to the elbows. It even looks like the material might be the same, which would be silk. It seems to me that Eva Yan is doing in P1 what she's doing in P2; she's taking all of her favorite parts of a certain culture's dress and outfitting it to her tastes. Indian clothes are designed to be breathable, but Eva uses that design to look alluring. I would say that the Stamatins do the same thing in their own way; The Broken Heart's interior design and opium pipes evoke the Western-exported idea of Asian drug dens and they name their dead colleague Farkhad, based off the Persian story of Khosrow and Shirin, whether he was Persian, in the area or not - we wouldn't know.

Maria(and Eva?)'s occasional use of the honorific en-Daniil is reflective of this, too. "en" is short for "encik" and is a Malaysian convention. The reason why it's "en-Daniil" and not "en-Dankovsky" is because Malaysian names are structured like "Razak bin Osman," where the "bin" means "son of." It would be odd to call someone "Mister son of Osman," so it's either "en-Razak" or "en-Razak bin Osman."

Off the top of my head, those are the most explicit examples ... and, obviously, the Utopians all use the Kin's culture and aesthetics, too, and incorporate whatever about it interests them into their lifestyles. That aside (or not), as for why the Utopians specifically do this --- it may really be because they live in Asia. Personally, I interpret this as a very individualistic case of orientalism that expresses how Utopians seek out aesthetic beauty and concepts they find both appealing and "other" --- whether this is natural-law-breaking ideas or other cultures. I think this is a very cherry-picked kind of admiration.

[zeherili-ankhein]

A big part of Calcutta's aesthetic appeal is the dominant colonial influence. If we take that away, what are we left with?

Then we are left with Kalikshetra or Kalikata, the land of Maa Kali.

And lots of mishti and pujo and folk paintings and culture

Oh and definitely no beautiful buildings to look at :( and no cutlet, chop, fish kobiraji, bharer cha or ledekeni 😞 and definitely a totally different daily cuisine as there won't be any big famine to alter the food habits of people

Edit: and yeah no blouse or petticoat for women to wear, so the clothing would also be very different for both men and women as colonial period influenced the clothing too. And the modern way of wear saree would also not be there, so it would be like the original bengali atpoure style or the historically accurate one.

Most probably the Kolkata we know today won't even exist as Kolkata's popularity or significance came from the colonial period and the merchants. Not even during the Bengal Sultanate was Kolkata very much important. So it would mostly be a forest village area idk... Never thought like that

Also Calcutta is a shit basic name so drop that maybe??

(also I think i totally butchered the answer as you wanted to know about what would happen without the aesthetic, but I guess these all counts as you'd need to remove the colonizers too if you are removing the aesthetic)

[murdockbarnes]

saree not saree

pairing: lily evans x desi fem!reader

summary: helping lily put on a saree for the first time.

wordcount: 672 words

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact. SEXUAL TENSION!! they're gay your honour!!!, pining, fluff, awkwardness

A/N: this thought popped into my head and would not let me sleep. reader is desi and there is no mention of which country so as to be more inclusive.

any feedback would be greatly appreciated. have a great day!

*not edited, all mistakes are mine*

it took lily little convincing to attend your family function with you. cultural food, cultural clothes, and a sleepover with her best friend rolled into one? count her in!

but as much as she loved sarees (especially seeing you in them), she would need all your help and then some to be able to wear it properly.

with your own saree done, you look over and see lily holding hers.

"here, let me help." you said, stepping closer to lily.

"oh yes, please thank god," she said with a chuckle. you smiled back in response, taking hold of the saree now. you see her petticoat is much too lose to be able to the saree and tell her it needs to be more snug.

"may i?" you ask, gesturing to the petticoat, and she nods.

you take the string to tighten the petticoat, untying it and praying your bent head hides how warm your cheeks have gotten. as you work on retying it to a snugger fit, your knuckles brush the soft skin of lily's skin, and you miss the way her breath hitches and her cheeks redden.

you tuck one end of the saree into the petticoat, trying to use the very tips of your fingers to do so while still making sure it's secure enough. when you finish pleating and tuck it in, your fingers sliding between lily's skin and petticoat, just below her belly button, you see her breath hitch and goosebumps rise all over her skin. you finally look up, now eyelevel with her heaving chest, and your eyes slowly pan over to her face as red as her hair.

her eyes are wide, filled with... panic? and if you weren't concerned about her and hypervigilant of the slightest of her motions, you would have missed the quick glance at your lips.

with your hands still around her hips, gently tracing the edge of the petticoat, and therefore her skin, you rise to your full height. you two are close enough to feel each other's breaths, and you can practically taste the sweets she had earlier. still looking into her wide eyes, you take the saree and drape it over her shoulder, pinching the fabric in the small space between your bodies to adjust it over her chest, careful not to touch. lily hopes you fail to notice the fresh wave of goosebumps, but you do.

with careful hands, you tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, fingers coming back to cradle lily's jaw.

"tell me to stop, lily," you breathe out in a whisper, lips inches from hers, "tell me to stop if you don't want this."

she glances back down at your lips. "i don't want you to."

and before you can react, you feel her fingers wrap around the back of your neck and her lips on yours. it's soft at first, slow and sweet, but it slowly grows in urgency as her fingers tangle in your hair, trailing over your shoulders and chest to finally rest low on your back. you can do nothing but go with the flow, hands in lily's hair, surprised because you hadn't thought she had kissed a girl before. out of breath, you both slowly break apart, foreheads still together.

"not bad for my first time kissing a girl, huh?" lily says a bit breathlessly. she feels warm all over her body, heart thudding against her chest. but simultaneously, there's a comforting feeling, like warm honey coating her from head to toe. it's a heady feeling, she won't lie.

"hmm, maybe you could do with some practice, though," you joke, giving her a quick peck or two. "we have to go now though, or we'll be late and all the sweets will be gone."

"after all, we have all the time in the world to figure it out." lily's smile bright as she says so. she takes your hand out the door, and she'll follow it just about anywhere.

after all, what's better than a best friend?

[ramayantika]

–✦– 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙍𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 –✦–

Usha Lakshmi Gargi Ratri Saraswati

Rati

(@krishna-sahacharini had figured it out 💖)

Amidst my box of pink, peach and nude shades of lipsticks, the bold red lip colour stands out. It appears as if it wants to mock me. 'You purchased me from Ladies Corner two months and I am still sitting in your box with an unbroken seal. Are you afraid of a colour?'

I have worn red sarees, red frocks and even red tops. I have red clips and rubber bands, heck even red sandals, but the prospect of applying red lipstick scares me. It makes me nervous. I have heard this boy tell me that you look gently and dainty in pink and peach shades like a fairy. The other day while coming back from college, I heard an aunty comment on a girl, saying, "God, did you see that bold red shade on her lips. It looks so improper. Girls should wear light shades that makes them look graceful."

But I remember applying the same red shade on my lips after borrowing her lipstick. She was reading a book then and I was trying out her lipstick. The colour suited me so well! For the first time, I got goosebumps when I saw my lips in red. It felt as empowering, liberating, bold as well as beautiful. My friend was observing my reaction and cheered, "You must wear red colour too you know. The shades you wear look pretty, but red has that charm which no other shade has." I blush and mutter a thank you. That evening I bought a red lipstick for myself.

Never wore it after I purchased it though. I always make excuses to myself. I carry a gentle, sweet, cotton candy persona so red isn't suitable.

Like always, I pick my light pink lipstick to retain my natural colour. I look at the black saree with golden borders carefully placed on the bed and then at my reflection in the mirror. Open tousled hair, black blouse, white petticoat and golden jhumke dangling down my ears. I bring the pink lipstick near my lips when suddenly the mirror turns black.

Gasping, I touch the mirror. I pinch myself to ensure if I am active or dreaming. The slight pain tells me I am actively experiencing this. My heart paces in panic. This feels like a scene from a horror movie and for a moment I brace myself to prepare for a ghostly attack when the black fades away only to reveal a lady dressed in dark red robes. Her outfit reminds me of sculptures of dancers, apsaras and goddesses from ancient Indian temples and paintings.

Her skin is as fair as milk. Well drawn arched eyebrows between which a red circular dot called bindu is carefully applied. Deep kohl highlights her beautiful pair of eyes. On her neck, I see a nuptial chain and a couple of jewelled necklaces reaching below her bosom. A thick strip of deep red cloth is tied around her chest. On her waist, I see a loosely tied waist chain and her hips sport a jingling hip belt. She wears a dhoti styled draped cloth which reaches till the knees to cover the lower half of the body. There was a specific name to it which I had read in a book. Sadly, I can't recall the name anymore.

I stare at her matchless beauty. She gracefully steps outside the mirror and stands behind me. Her thin fingers gently place themselves on my shoulders, and she whispers in my ear. "Did you recognize me?"

Stuttering, I try to form an answer. "Apsara Menaka?" She looks like a sculpture reborn alive from a temple after all!

The woman chuckles and taps my cheek with her index finger. "I am the Goddess of Love, my darling."

My lips part in shock. I gaze at the reflection of the woman beside me. "Rati...." I murmur.

"Absolutely correct! Thankfully, you remember me. Many women don't -- atleast not in today's generation."

Hundreds of question circle my mind regarding why is the Love goddess here in my room on a random Saturday afternoon when I am to leave for an outing in an hour.

"My my, did you forget about the lady in red from your visions? I am here for that only," I hear the goddess say.

She snaps her fingers and the lady in red appears on my mirror. Her face looks eerily similar to mine. I hear Devi Rati again. "Do not look away from the mirror until the lady in red disappears."

The woman looks mesmerizing. She doesn't have the perfect zero figure like models do. I see her belly rolls and love handles. There are a few stretch marks on the side of her waist where a thin chain lies. But God, the confidence on her face and eyes makes me shiver. Her eyes makes me want to get lost. This was the woman, I wanted to be and not someone who pinched at her love handles and looked up hundred ways of removing stretch marks from my hips and thighs while fretting over my slight double chin and non existent jawline.

Devi Rati speaks again. "Look at her, love. Her bold red dress stands for the feminine energy she carries within herself. Do not confuse her sensuality with lust. Her eyes are bright and playful. She needs no man no woman to tell her how gorgeous she looks or how modest she has to look. She saw you look at the 'flaws' of her form, but she is beyond flaws and perfections of the flesh. She knows the trivial nature of beauty. It only lasts until the age of youthfulness runs. But does that mean one should not appreciate beauty? Should one not wear good clothes and adorn themselves?

"They should and everyone has the right to feel good about themselves. Do not cover or hide yourself. If you love a colour, a dress or a jewel, wear it. If the world has to judge you, they would just do it for a minute and forget about you in the next minute." She picks the red lipstick from my box. "Your life is too short to be spent in worry if a boy or that old woman down the lane will call you bold for wearing a simple red shade."

She gently applies the lipstick on my lips. Her eyes meet mine and what she says next gives me goosebumps once again. "When they tell you to cover yourself on their narrowed understanding of modesty and culture, remind them about me, Rati, the goddess of Love and Beauty. Remind them of the goddesses and their sculptures from the same temples they love to visit. Remind them of apsaras and beautiful maidens who were clever, wise, knowledgeable and beautiful. Remind them of the same golden ancient culture that looked upon the female form, every female body as divine and everlasting."

The goddess makes me stand up and removes her hip belt and ties it around mine. "Do not let them dim your shine. This powerful red shade intimidates many. This power, this divinity and beauty is your reminder that we reside in you. Your body is a temple for the divine Shakti. You are the legacy of us Goddesses, queens and maidens who carried wisdom and power equally. Do not let them take away or make you hide this powerful radiance from your mind, heart, body and soul."

Rati snaps her fingers once again and the mirror shows my reflection. I am dressed in the same red saree, bold dark kohl lined eyes, red lipstick, jingling anklets and roses in my hair just like the lady in red from my dreams. She winks and says, "I not only make two people fall in love, my love. I also teach how to fall in love and admire oneself."

"Thank you, Rati..." My eyes well up with tears. It's not because I look so pretty. It's because for finally acknowledging my identity, my power and my connection with these divine women and Goddesses who have looked after me and every woman on earth. I promise myself that I shall let no one especially a man to take away my strength and pride for me, not when I carry the power of the Goddesses in my bones.

"Now now, i would hate to see that kajal drip down your eyes."

I laugh and wave at the goddess. Time to show the world sakhis!

******** ***** ****** ******** ****** ***********

Look, I am really excited for this. For a while before writing about Sarawati, I thought maybe I shouldn't write Rati because I was afraid if I would do justice to her.

But as every piece of art that I do is inspired and dedicated to the gods. Nothing of it is mine, somehow the Goddesses made me do it skskkanskakasmsmsmsks so here I am. Mein jaa rahi nahane ab :)

Tagging all of you because I want all of you to read this 🤧: @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @tumhari-bhairavi @sanskari-kanya @krishna-sahacharini @krishna-priyatama @mere-heera @morally-gayy @shut-up-rabert @arachneofthoughts @thegleamingmoon @flowerheadkiller @ketchup-jar-ka @kaal-naagin

[sewlastcentury]

1810s morning dress complete! Complete coincidence that I am looking off to my right in all of these images, oops. 

I used Fig Leaf Patterns’ Regency Morning Dress pattern; the whole thing is unlined and made out of about 4.5 yards of a lovely vintage semi-sheer wool saree. I also made new stays (Redthreaded), chemise, a half-bodied petticoat, and a chemisette with ruff for this. Oh, and the shoes! 😎 I followed Nicole Rudolph’s great regency shoe video tutorial.

Overall I’m decently happy - my favorite part is honestly the chemisette, as it’s ridiculous and I love it. However, I’d mocked up the dress bodice but neglected to check the armscyes, and they’re *huge*; along with the baggy sleeves, it creates a lot of bulk up at my shoulders and upper arms that just doesn’t look flattering. (I also had some issues with the very filmy wool that resulted in not making the underbust tight enough.) The next time I pull this out to wear I’ll probably narrow the sleeves, and if I used the pattern again I’d narrow the armscyes a great deal as well. *I did cut off about half the fabric in the CB of the bodice back, as even with this length there was more than enough gathering going on. 

I’m gonna call this about 92% handsewn - long skirt seams and the skirt gathering stitches were done on machine and the rest I did by hand. 

[womenindia]

Mastering the Art with the Right Saree Petticoat

Unlock the secrets to achieving a flawless saree drape! Often overlooked, the saree petticoat plays a vital role in creating a stunning and sophisticated saree look. Our guide dives deep into the world of saree petticoats, exploring how the right fabric, fit, and petticoat type can work wonders for your silhouette. Learn how to choose the perfect petticoat to complement your saree fabric, whether it's a luxurious silk or a breezy chiffon. Discover how the right petticoat ensures the saree drapes smoothly and gracefully, eliminating wrinkles and creating a polished look that lasts all day. With the right foundation in place, you'll be well on your way to mastering the art of saree draping and radiating elegance with every step. https://www.womenindia.com/collections/petticoat

[4uru]

List of things im going to do after exams:

(Making a list so i dont kill myself, and have smth to look foreward to)

Learn how to wear saree in the pre british colonization way (without blouse or petticoat)

Write one shots and fanfics

Learn how to draw backgrounds (this is a dangerous one bc thinking about this makes me want to die)

Eat fried cauliflower

I ran out of things-

[afrofeministe]

A saree (or sari) is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent that consists of an unstitched stretch of woven fabric arranged over the body as a robe, with one end attached to the waist, while the other end rests over one shoulder as a shawl, sometimes baring a part of the midriff.

It is form of ethnic wear in Bangladesh, India, Pakistan, Sri Lanka and Nepal. The saree is worn with a fitted bodice also called a choli (ravike or kuppasa in southern India, and cholo in Nepal) and a petticoat called ghagra, parkar, or ul-pavadai / Photo saree-types-lifestyleasia.com

[iambydollyjain]

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[myungjaehyun]

the petticoat around my waist is so tight so that my saree doesn't fall off but throughout the day I felt like I'm dying

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After finishing my evening workout, I showered and changed into a pair of comfortable slacks and a t-shirt. It was nearing 7:30 pm and since I had nothing to do, I thought I might as well head to Kalpana aunty's place where I was supposed to go for dinner. I couldn't help but think about how my fortunes with the women in my colony had changed. More than me, it was perhaps Kalpana aunty who was waiting for me to come to her place, since this was the last night she would be alone. Tomorrow, Jigna was returning from her picnic, and so was Jatin bhai from his business trip. Not that I wouldn't get any more opportunities to sleep with the loving Kalpana aunty, but then being alone meant raw uninhibited sex. I smiled inwardly at the thought of that. It was indeed a welcome change from having to masturbate 3 times a day.

As I rang the bell at Kalpana auntie's house, I heard her call out from inside "Kaun hai..." "It's me aunty ... Jignesh" I called back through the door. I heard an exclamation of "Oh..." from inside, and the sound of her bustling around inside the house. "Beta, are you alone ... or is somebody with you?" she asked from behind the door. "I am alone, aunty..." I replied in a perplexed voice, wondering why she would thing that I would be accompanied by somebody. A moment later, the door opened partly. But I couldn't see her anywhere. I was just about to say something when she spoke from behind the partly opened door "Main idhar hoon beta ... aap jaldi se andar aa jaao..." My confusion growing, I stepped inside. It was only after I stepped inside and she closed the door behind us that I understood the reason for this strange behavior.

She was not wearing her saree, and was clad only in her blouse and petticoat; with a thin rough linen cloth (ostensibly used to wipe vessels in the kitchen) resting on her shoulder. She was drenched with sweat and mopped her face with the cloth, even as I gazed at her in amusement. Looking at me with an embarrassed smile, she said "Oh beta, I was not expecting you to come so early ... I was cooking in the kitchen, and it's so hot so I ... I ... I had taken off my saree ... I am ... I am so sorry beta..." For some strange reason, this little incident both aroused and touched me at the same time. If she had wanted to, she could have kept me waiting at the door while she made her self presentable. But I guess the fact that she didn't do so, spoke volumes about the regard she held me in.

Shaking my head with a smile, I embraced her warmly and said "Oh aunty ... aap bhi na..." Her hands had been fidgeting with the kitchen cloth on her shoulder, partly in embarrassment, and partly in an attempt to cover her huge breasts held tight inside the blouse with her arms. As I gazed at her smiling face, I couldn't help but think that inspite of her having a weather-beaten, wheat complexioned, and pockmarked face, she had beautiful big eyes and and an even endearing smile. As her huge firm heavy breasts pressed against my chest, she rested her left hand on my shoulder, and placed the other hand on my hips; returning my embrace. As always the broad strap of her black bra peeked out from under her blouse at the shoulder, and her blouse was drenched with sweat at the neck and the armpits.

"I just thought that I'd come a little early and help you with your work, aunty..." I said to her lovingly. "Oh beta ... you are so nice..." she said with a warm smile, caressing my cheek with her right hand. As I let go off her, she said "Just give me a minute beta ... I will quickly wear my saree and come..." "Oh no aunty ... no need to do that please..." I said quickly " ... you don't have to be so formal with me..." "But beta..." she began to protest. "And besides ... I love seeing you this way, aunty..." I continued with a naughty smile. Hearing that, she smiled with a mixture of love and shyness, and said "Theek hai beta ... as you say..." Turning around, she went into the kitchen and quickly returned with a glass of water on a tray. As I took the glass from her, she said "Beta ... you please make yourself comfortable ... aunty will finish cooking quickly and come..." "I'd rather be with you in the kitchen, aunty..." I replied with my most charming smile. She just smiled and shook her head silently.

As I followed her into the kitchen, I could not help but once again gaze in awe at the way her humongous ass moved under the old worn petticoat. Incidentally she was wearing the same bottle green blouse and petticoat that she was wearing with her saree when she'd come to my place in the afternoon. My truculent cock, which had been teased by Mayuri ben's teenage daughter Amisha only a while back, stirred once again. Upon entering the kitchen, I saw that she was working on preparing a lavish spread for dinner. In order to ease her discomfort at my being in the kitchen while she cooked, I asked her "So what are you making for dinner today?" "Oh nothing much beta ... I am just hoping that you will like whatever little I have made..." Getting back to cutting some vegetables, she continued "I made daal dhokli ... your mother had told me you love that ... and I am now making some undhiyu..." For those unfamiliar with Gujarati cuisine, daal dhokli is a dish made out of steamed flour pancakes, cut and immersed in a thick lentil gravy. Undhiyu, on the other hand, is a delicacy made from a mixture of numerous non-leafy vegetables.

"Umm ... my mouth is already watering, aunty..." I said with a smile. "Oh please beta ... I am just praying that you will like it..." she replied in an eager voice. "And what are you making for dessert, aunty?" I asked. "Oh beta ... I made some gaajar ka halwa ... I hope you like it ... I was not sure of what sweet dishes you like..." she replied in an unsure voice. "Hmm ... actually I am not too big a fan of gaajar ka halwa..." I replied with a straight face. Hearing this, she frowned in worry, and pausing she said in worried voice "Oh beta ... how foolish of me ... I just assumed that..." I laughed heartily, and interrupting her said "Arre aunty ... I was just teasing you ... of course I love gaajar ka halwa ... in fact I love anything that you make..." walking up to her and wrapping my arms around her wide thick hips from behind. As I rested my chin on her shoulder, I whispered into her ear "And to tell you the truth aunty ... even if there is no dessert, I am fine ... since I am going to have you for dessert tonight..."

Hearing this, she let out a sigh of relief and turning sideways to look at my face, she said "Oh Jignesh beta ... don't say such sweet things to aunty ... because after some time, when you get tired of your Kalpana aunty ... I will really miss all this..." caressing my cheek with a wry smile on her face. In response, I just snuggled up closer to her from behind, pressing my crotch to her ample buttocks, and cupping her huge flesh breasts through the blouse, said enigmatically "Let's just see who gets tired of whom first..." As I gazed down at the valley between her huge breasts encased tightly inside the confines of her blouse, the mangalsutra adorning her chest, I felt her thick nipples harden even under the double layers of her blouse and bra. "Oh beta..." she groaned, throwing her head back and resting it against my chest " ... if you continue to do all this, then aunty will not be able to cook..." The faint odor of sweat from her hot body was arousing me, and realizing I had to save my energy for the night, I disengaged from her with a laugh. Sitting down on a stool in the kitchen, I chatted with her as she continued with her cooking.

Once she was done cooking, she excused herself by saying that she wanted to have a bath before serving me dinner. I caught up on some TV as she went for her bath. When she returned after finishing her bath, she was a transformed woman. She had changed into a purple chiffon saree embellished with shiny tinsel work that suited her complexion very well, and that was accompanied by a matching blouse. She had washed her hair, and since it was still not dry, she had wrapped a thin linen towel around her head & hair, like a makeshift headgear. Somehow the sight of a freshly bathed housewife, with a towel wrapped around her head always turned me on. As she walked into the room with a smile on her loving face, I could smell the faint aroma of some lavender talcum powder she'd liberally sprinkled on her body. "Time I bought this woman some deodorants..." I thought to myself.

As she bustled into the kitchen, she said to me apologetically "I am so sorry I had to make you wait beta..." I dismissed her apology with some appropriate comment. As I followed her into the kitchen to help her set the table, I noticed that the back of her blouse was wet due to water dripping from her hair, and that the outlines of her black bra could be seen through the blouse. Having set the table, I settled down to enjoy the sumptuous dinner she had prepared, and topped it up with the delicious carrot dessert she had so lovingly prepared. As I ate with relish, licking my fingers intermittently, she watched me with a look of tenderness and fondness. Once again, I was caught in this quandary of my lust for her being mixed with feelings of love and warmth. The predators that we men are, the thrill is all in the hunt, and having conquered the prey, we start to lose interest.

After we finished dinner, and I helped her clear the plates, she went into the kitchen to wash the utensils. I used to time to grab some fresh air in the small open courtyard behind their house. After a while, she came outside. She was carrying a bucket with washed clothes to be hung to dry in the courtyard. I went up to her to help her with the clothes, a gesture which pleased her immensely. Without looking at me as she was hanging the clothes on the line, she said "Beta ... tum jaisa ladka to har maa ka khwaab hota hai ... your mother is very happy to have a son like you..." I just laughed, partly at the irony of it. I'd never be caught doing anything to help my mom ever in the house, and I was dead sure there was nobody she detested more than her useless bum of a son.

She was standing on a stool in order to reach the clothes line, and as I was handing her the washed clothes one by one from the bucket, a bra of hers came into my hand. As I handed her the cheap cotton 38-C bra, a look of embarrassment came to her face, and all she could muster was an "Oh..." I just smiled at her teasingly. As she fixed a clip on the bra, she was silent for a while. Climbing down from the stool, she picked up the empty bucket, and stood there for a while, as if unsure of what to say. Clearing her throat, she said hesitatingly "Beta ... Jigna told me ... that when you bought those clothes for her ... you ... also ... bought some ... umm ... undergarments for her..."

Once again she paused, as if gathering her thoughts. "I am her mother ... and ... I should be doing this for her ... and I had been thinking of buying her some ... bras ... for quite some time now ... but for some reason or the other ... I had to keep postponing it..." she said slowly. I wasn't sure where this conversation was heading, and I was a little apprehensive that she might disapprove of me taking that kind of liberties with her teenage daughter. "You know beta ... she is growing up really fast ... and ... I could see that ... for her body ... she needs to wear a bra now..." she continued in a low voice. I just stood there silently, waiting for her to say more. Moving closer to me, she took hold of my hand in hers, and said "Beta ... what I am trying to say is that ... I am very grateful that you did that for Jigna ... I am ... I don't know what else to say..." she said with a tone of gratitude in her voice.

I just caressed the back of her palm and said "Oh come on aunty ... now again you are making me feel like a paraaya ... you and Jigna ... mean a lot to me aunty..." Hearing this, she smiled at me warmly, and placing her hand on my chest said "Yes I know beta ... you mean the world to Jigna ... I can see that she is very fond of you ... and I know that you also care for her very much..." Continuing, she said "And beta ... I need your help in handling her ... because she is growing up ... and at this age ... you know ... umm ... girls can get ... distracted ... you know what I mean, beta?" looking me in the eye. "I understand that aunty... "I replied reassuringly.

"And beta ... please guide her ... I mean ... please help her ... umm ... deal with those distractions ... you know what I am trying to say na, beta?" she asked me once again, looking at my face with those deep big eyes of hers. I was at a loss for words, as I was feeling terribly guilty about the fact that she was implicitly placing her daughter in my trust, while all I did was lust for that luscisous teenage school girl. Clearing my throat, I said "Don't worry about Jigna aunty ... I will take care of her ... and ... and I will make sure that I am there to handle her ... umm ... distractions..." What I had just said was a loaded statement, and I was praying she wouldn't understand the true meaning of my words.

To change the topic, I took hold of her hand and said "Now let's go inside aunty ... I ... I want to go to bed now ... with you..." the last two words being said with a smile on my face. She just smiled and followed me inside. As she was locking the rear courtyard door, she said to me "Beta ... I have kept the bedroom ready ... why don't you go ahead ... I'll join you in a minute..." I agreed and headed inside. She had put on fresh sheets and pillow covers on the bed in their master bedroom in preparation of my visit. I smiled to myself as I stripped off my slacks and t-shirt and lay down bare-chested on the comfortable bed in only my boxers. I lay there waiting for her to come, my thoughts drifted to the incredible chain of events in the last one week or so. Was it the new-found money that had changed my fortunes in matters of sex? Was it luck? Was it because I was being kind to people? Or was I a conniving scheming bastard exploiting the situation with these vulnerable women? There were no straight answers, I concluded. It was perhaps a combination of all of these.

She came into the room after a while, carrying a tray with a glass of warm milk. In terms of being pampered, it couldn't have gotten any better. With a smile, she sat down on the bed beside me and offered me the milk. I sat up, and taking the glass from her hands, said "Thank you, aunty..." She just smiled in return. After I finished drinking the sweetened milk, she took the empty glass from my hand and got up to place it on a small teapoy next to their cupboard. As she was about to turn around, I got up from the bed and quickly went and embraced her from behind. She let out a surprised "Oh..." and smiling, placed her hand on mine. My crotch was pressed against massive fleshy buttocks and my hands were wrapped around her mature fleshy belly. Turning her head sideways to look up to me, she said "Kya hua beta ... why did you get up?" In response, I just rested my chin on her shoulder, and pressed myself closer to her. Her damp hair was still tied in that thin cotton towel, and her blouse was wet at the back with the water from her damp hair.

Turning her around, I wrapped my arms around her waist again, and pressed my already hardening cock to her belly. Looking into her eyes, I bent my face and kissed her gently on the lips. "Oh beta..." she sighed, as my lips touched hers, and wrapped her arms around my back. Her mouth parted and our tongues intertwined as I kissed her hungrily. As I pulled my mouth away from hers, she closed her eyes and rested her face against my chest. We held in each other silently for a few moments. Then I pushed her away gently, and looking into her eyes said "Aunty, I want to see you ... can I take off your clothes... ?" "Oh Jignesh beta..." was all she could manage to say, as she looked into my eyes with love and nodded her head. Reaching out, I took hold of the pallu of her saree and began to undrape it. She just stood their silently, watching me with a look of tenderness and arousal.

As the saree came off her torso, I was once again rewarded by the sight of her huge 38-C breasts encased tightly inside the purple blouse of hers. The blouse was damp at the shoulders and I could see the thick strap of her black bra under the thin fabric of the blouse. As always, I couldn't help but admire the way her big heavy breasts strained inside the confines of her blouse, causing the hooks of blouse to be stretched. Resisting the temptation to grab her mature heavy breasts, I quickly pulled off the saree completely. As I dropped the saree on the floor, I looked at her stocky heavy built body clad only in the blouse and petticoat.

I sat down on the bed and pulled her towards me. With a sigh, she come to me and wrapped her arms around my bare back, pressing my face to her heavy fleshy belly. As I pressed my cheek to her belly, her heavy mature breasts rested on my head, even as I felt her ruffle the hair on my head fondly. Once again, I stood up and holding her by her waist, looked her in the eye. "Can I open your blouse, aunty?" I asked in a husky voice. "Yes, beta..." she whispered, looking me in the eye. I reached out between us and began to open the hooks of her blouse. She hunched her shoulders together to help me open the hooks easily, even as she continued to gaze at me silently. As the hooks of her blouse came open, I was rewarded by the sight of those beautiful big mature breasts held tight inside the confines of her cheap cotton black bra. Her breasts, in addition to being big, were also spread quite wide across her chests, causing them to bulge out of the cups of her bra near her armpits, and also form a deep inviting cleavage.

As I slid her blouse off her heavy arms with some difficulty and dropped them on the floor, I looked into her eyes again. Resting my left hand on her fleshy hips, I reached out with my right and cupping her huge fleshy breast with my right hand, squeezed gently. "Jignesh..." she breathed, as she thrust her chest out, and felt my fingers close around the firm heavy flesh of her breast through the bra. Once again, I sat down on the bed and looking into her aroused face, asked softly "Now can I remove your petticoat, aunty... ?" She just nodded hungrily, and placed her arm on my shoulder. I struggled a bit to undo the knot of her petticoat at the waist, and she helped me. As the knot of her petticoat came undone at the waist, I loosened the string causing her petticoat to slide down her legs and fall in a heap around her ankles.

I had never seen my darling Kalpana aunty in this state of undress, and my cock lurched inside my boxers at the sight of standing before me like that. She had the widest hips I had seen on any woman that seemed to flare out from her waist, inspite of the fact that she had very a very big waist too. Her bottom half was disproportionately large compared to her torso, endowed with a massive rounded ass that she was, and for some strange reason made her look even more arousing to me. As I gaszed at Kalpana aunty standing mutely before me, stripped down to her bra and panty, I felt a wave of arousal course through my veins. To me, it was an incredibly erotic sight seeing this mature 38-year old mother of two, standing in front of me clad only in her bra and panty.

Even though her black bra and panty did not seem to be from the same set, she had atleast bothered to wear them of the same colour; unlike many of the other other older married women who invariably wore colour-mismatched bras and panties. Her big fleshy belly, even though had layers of fat on it, did not hang out flabbily the way Mayuri ben's did, and seemed firm inspite of the girth. I noted that she wore a black string around her waist, just above the line of her panties, tied to which was a talisman of some sort. Her panties were by no means sexy, and instead were of a utilitarian type that was stretched wide across her butt, covering both her ass cheeks. I don't think a woman like her had ever waxed in the life, but thankfully she did not have too much of body hair.

As I placed my hand on her massively wide and heavy hips, she shivered involuntarily. Her massive tree-trunk like thighs tapered down to rounded fleshy knees, and a pair of stocky muscular calves. As I ran my hands along her massive brown-skinned thighs, she shivered and I felt goose-bumps come up on her skin. My cock, which had been throbbing for a while now, was almost fully hard now, and had formed a big bulge inside my boxers. On a sudden instinct, I hooked my fingers in the elastic waist band of her panties, and pulled it down roughly in one go. She let out a soft cry of "Ohh..." as her panties slid down to her knees. Letting the panty remain stuck near her knees, I was rewarded by the sight of her mature puffy cunt. To my pleasant surprise, she had trimmed the hair on her pussy. Gone was the forest of thick pubic hair, and in its place was a trimmed (not shaved) patch of pussy hair that covered the thick lips of her cunt.As I looked up to see the expression on her face, I could see that she was breathing heavily now and her chest heaved with the effort. It was a hugely arousing position to be in; sitting in front of this 38-year old housewife, and gazing at her body clad only in a bra and a panty that had been pulled down to her knees. Holding her by her waist with my left hand, I reached out with my right and gently ran my fingers along the thick mildly-haired pussy lips of hers. This resulted in her letting out a soft moan of "Oh mara dikraa..." and placing both her hands on my shoulders for support, even as she involuntarily parted her thighs a bit; as much as she could with the panty slid down to her knees restricting free movement.

Her head was turned sideways with her chin pressed to her shoulder, and her eyes were screwed shut, a result of the shame and arousal that I was sure she was being subject to. I then gently slid down her panties from her knees, and she cooperated by leaning forward on my shoulder for support and stepping out of them. Standing up, I embraced her once again, and pressing my fully hard cock inside the boxers to her well endowed belly, said to her "Ab aap bitar par let jaaiye, aunty..." She began to say something, but I cut her off by guiding her gently on to the bed. She lay down on the bed silently and shifted to the inside, making place for me on the outer side of the bed. She was lying on her side with her head supported by one hand bent at the elbows, and the other hand resting limply on her hips. Her huge breasts were pressed together inside the bra, creating a very inviting cleavage, and her legs were bunched together and bent at the knees.

Sitting down on the bed beside her, I whispered to her "Aunty ... lie on your stomach please..." She complied, albeit with some confusion, wondering what I had in mind. Caressing her broad naked back, I said to her gently "Aunty ... you have taken care of me so much ... I just want to say thank you ... and this is my way of doing that..." Reaching out with her free hand, she took my hand in hers and said with arousal "Oh Jignesh beta ... please don't embarrass aunty like this ... I can never ever repay the kindness you have shown to me and my family..." Pausing for a moment, she continued "All I have to offer you is my body, Jignesh beta ... and try to serve you in whatever way I can..." I was immensely turned on by this completely submissive statement she had made, and I was filled with feelings that were a strange mix of lust and compassion for her.

In response, I just pushed her gently on to her stomach, and shifted on the bed to sit across her outstretched legs on my knees. Supporting myself on my knees, I began to gently knead the flesh on her thick muscular calves; an action which made her to jerk her head up from the bed and exclaim "Oh beta ... yeh aap kya kar rahe ho ... please..." "Shhh..." I said to her in return " ... you must be tired aunty ... just let me do what I want ... please aunty ... this is just my way of thanking you for everything..." I finished in an earnest voice. She let out a sigh on hearing this, and all she could muster was "Oh beta ... you are..." As she let her head drop on the pillow, I turned my attention to her body. I had never imagined I would have the pleasure of enjoying Kalpana aunty's body this way, as I gazed at the back of thick massive thighs, and that impossibly big mass of ass-flesh.

As I kneaded the muscles of her calves, I moved my hands upwards and began to press her thick fleshy thighs from the back. She just lay there submissively, cooperating with me fully. Gradually, my hands reached the twin mountains of her humungous ass. Even with my palms fully outstretched, I was able to cover only a part of each of her massive ass cheeks. As my fingers closed around the firm flesh of her butt, she let out a soft sigh and squirmed on the bed. Her face was buried in the pillow and her outstretched arms were placed above her head. I ran a finger teasingly along the inside of her thighs till it reached the crevice of her ass cheeks. As I ran my finger along the crack of her massive butt, she shivered and muttered into the pillow "Beta ... bas..." My cock was fully erect now and was feeling distinctly uncomfortable in the confines of my boxers. My balls too were swollen painfully.

Pausing for a moment, I quickly slid down my boxers to become buck naked. Freed of the confines of the boxers, my rock hard prick sprang upwards proudly, slapping against my belly. Sliding upwards on her body, I sat down gently on her mammoth ass, an action which caused my swollen balls to rest on her butt. She inadvertently jutted her ass upwards, as if to press her butt flesh against my balls. Placing my left hand on her back for support, I took hold of my cock with my right, and pumped it a few times to let my foreskin stretch and relax; an action which caused a few drops of pre-cum to ooze out of the slit of my red swollen cock head. On an instinct, I rubbed the swollen tip of my cock against the crack of her ass, lubricating it with my pre-cum.

As I had said earlier, it had been my fantasy from the start to someday shove my cock inside the 38-year old Kalpana aunty's mammoth ass. However, my cock was still sore from all the action I'd had earlier in the day, and in this condition, I knew that I would not be able to hold myself for too long. "Some other day, boy..." I thought to myself. Unlike the slutty Mayuri ben, the endearing Kalpana aunty had not shown any inclination towards anal sex so far, and I didn't want to do anything that would shock her. In any case, by the way her back was heaving with her breathing, I could make out she was aroused. She adjusted her pelvis on the bed, and spread her thighs wider, as if inviting me to take her in one way or the other.

Sliding down the back of her thighs once again, I slid my right hand between her thighs from behind and felt the opening of her pussy once again. She was wet alright, and as my fingers touched the moist slit of her cunt, she let out out a soft moan and squirmed her hips once again. Leaning forward, I placed both my hands on the bed on either side of her prostate body, and lay down on her back, pressing my naked body to hers. "Oh Jignesh beta..." she moaned again, even as I rested my chin on her shoulder, and kissed her neck, running my tongue along her earlobes. My cock was now pressed against the crack of her huge butt, and she was moving her hips on the bed trying to get a feel of my cock somewhere. Sliding my hand between our pressed bodies, I guided my rock hard cock under the mounds of her massive ass cheeks, till it was wedged between the crack of her ass with the tip touching the opening of her thick mature pussy.

She pushed her hips upwards as if urging me to slide my cock into her pussy from behind, even as she whispered huskily "Beta ... ab aunty ko aur mat tadpaao ... take me now please..." Tempted as I was to ram my cock into her cunt from behind, I still resisted the temptation, and instead just teased her by rubbing the swollen tip of my cock against the crack of her ass and the moist opening of her mature cunt. To add to her arousal, I reached between our bodies and quickly undid the clasp of her bra. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I ran my tongue along her spine. This caused her to shiver, and I felt goose pimples come up on her arms and back. She shivered and a soft hiss escaped her lips.

Getting off her back, I pulled her by her shoulder and turned her around. With a moan of "Jignesh..." she turned on to her back and lay there looking at me with a completely helpless and aroused look on her face. Her big eyes were looking at me with arousal, and her lips were parted, her breath coming in short shallow gasps. As I gazed at this mature heavily built 38-year old mature housewife lying nearly naked on the bed, her beautiful big eyes begging me to take her, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust course through my veins. In that position, with her wet hair still covered by that thin damp towel, her massive wide chest heaving, with the bra now unclasped from behind, her thick fleshy belly with a crevice near her incredibly deep belly button, and those short beefy legs parted slightly at the thighs to reveal her mature trimmed cunt in all its glory; I felt my cock quiver in anticipation.

Looking into her eyes, I reached out and almost roughly pulled off her bra. As she lifted her arms to help me pull the big old-fashioned black cotton bra from her chest, I was once again rewarded by the glorious sight of her huge heavy brown skinned 38-C sized breasts. The dark brown aereolas around her thick nipples were puckered with goose bumps in her arousal. In spite of the size of her breasts, they didn't sag the way Mayuri ben's did, and quivered ever so slightly with the movement of her arms. I was sitting on my knees by her side, and her hands instinctively reached out to take my throbbing cock in her hand. As her thick calloused fingers closed around the girth of my cock, I sighed, and reached out to hold both her massive breasts with my hands.

Cupping her heavy firm mature breasts from the underside, I squeezed them hard, eliciting a soft sigh from her. Her lips were parted, and she was beginning to breathe heavily now. As her hands began to stroke my cock slowly, my swollen cock head slipped out of the foreskin, and I threw my head back in pleasure, groaning "Oh aunty..." Continuing the maul her mature tits with my left hand, I quickly slid my right hand down to her pelvis, and pushing her thighs apart, thrust two of my fingers into her already wet thick cunt. The sudden intrustion of her mature pussy caused her to cry out "Ohh..." and she jerked her hips, vainly trying to lift her heavy hips off the bed.

With my fingers buried inside her sloppy wet juicy cunt up to my knuckles, I began to finger her pussy hard, causing her to twist and turn on the bed, her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut. I stood up on my knees and holding her face turned it towards me. As she looked up at me with desire, I placed my cock near her lips. Without a word, she opened her mouth. Holding her head covered with the damp towel with my left hand, I thrust my cock into her waiting mouth, even as I continued to finger her cunt violently with the fingers of my right hand. Unprepared that she was for this sudden assault on her mouth, she gagged as my thick swollen cock filled her mouth and tip almost touched the back of her throat. Her body shivered violently, and as her throat constricted around the tip of my cock, her heavy body lifted off the bed with a violent shudder. A low gurgling sound emanated from the depths of her throat as a burst of saliva came dribbing out of the side of her outstretched mouth.

"Ummfff..." she gurgled, even as she reached out with her hand to clasp my muscular buttocks and allowed me to plough my cock into the depths of her mouth. As her throat adjusted to the thickness of my cock, she lifted her head slightly off the pillow and began to bob her head back and forth, sucking on my rampant cock in earnest. It was a hugely erotic position to be in, with me on my knees next to her face, holding her head with one hand and fucking her thick lipped wide mouth, while my fingers were furiously ravaging her mature vagina. As I watched her big heavy breasts heave and wobble with my dual assault, I felt my balls tighten, threatening to spew forth my scalding hot cum into her warm sucking mouth.

With a groan, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and looking her in the eye, said "Aunty ... please fuck me now ... I want you to fuck me now..." With a look of infinite love and arousal in her eyes, she pulled my face to hers, and whispering "Oh beta..." kissed me passionately on my mouth. As she thrust her tongue into my mouth in wanton arousal, I grabbed hold of her massive tit and squeezed it roughly, pinching the thick aroused nipple hard. She pushed me down on the bed, and quickly sat up on the bed. Hefting her heavy body off the bed, she straddled me, and sat across my thighs, supporting herself on her knees and taking care not to let all her weight come on me. Taking my erect cock gently in her hand, she looked into my eyes and said ever so softly "Oh beta ... more than you ... I want you today ... I have not felt so ... so..." her voice trailed off, leaving her sentence unfinished. Supporting herself by placing one hand on the side of my shoulder, she leant forward and taking my rod in her hand guided it towards the opening of her thick juicy mature cunt.

With effort, she moved her legs, so that she was now in a squatting position on her haunches (and not resting on her knees), she lifted her massive wide hips and ass off the bed. Holding on to my erect cock to keep it upright, she slowly lowered her huge wide ass on to my cock. As the thick blood-gorged swollen tip of my cock parted the lips of her mature cunt, she closed her eyes and biting her lips, let out a soft cry of "Unnhhh..." Sitting on her haunches, and holding on to my outstretched hands for support, as she lowered her weight on to me, my slick rod slid into the depths of her eager mature cunt. The wonderful woman that she was, she took care not to sit down completely on my pelvis and crush me with the weight of her massive body. Instead, she supported her weight in that squatting position on her legs. In that position, even though my cock was buried to the hilt in her pussy, I did not feel any pressure of her weight on my body.

As she felt my cock twitch inside the wet folds of her cunt, she looked into my eyes lovingly. It was a sight to behold; the sight of the heavily and stockily built buxom Kalpana aunty, squatting on me with my cock buried inside her still reasonably tight cunt, buck naked except for that damp towel still wrapped around her hair, and that ubiquitous mangalsutra dangling from her neck between those incredibly heavy and firm massive orbs of mature tit flesh. Letting go off my hands which she had been clasping, she placed it on my chest, and began to lift and drop her incredibly wide and heavy hips on my pelvis. I threw my head back in pleasure, as she began to fuck me, the tempo increasing gradually.

She was not the type who was a screamer, but still as her cunt slid up and down on my raging hard cock, she couldn't help but let out soft grunts of "Unnhh ... unnhh ... unnhh..." Her huge mature breasts which were dangling in front of me, began to swing and shudder with each downward thrust of her hips, that massive ass of hers making slapping sounds as it pounded on my pelvis. Grabbing hold of her swinging dangling breasts, I also began to thrust my hips upwards each time hers came down, sending my cock deep into the previously unexplored depths of her cunt. I loved having a woman on top of me, but I had never imagined that a woman of Kalpana aunty's age and body structure could manage to do it so well. She was breathing heavily, as she focused on the task of giving me maximum pleasure, taking care to never let her complete weight come on me.

"Auntie..." I groaned " ... fuck me ... fuck me..." as she continued to thrust her hips vigorously on my raging hard cock, her massive breasts heaving violently with the effort. Hearing this, she started fucking me with renewed vigor, slapping her heavy buttocks on me harder. Somehow, this incredible woman was managing to contract her pussy muscles even as she was pounding her cunt on my cock from top, and this was enough to send my head into a tizzy. I had originally planned to mount her missionary style eventually, and fuck her senseless, but the pleasure that I was getting by her fucking me from top made me changed my mind. I was ready to come any moment now, but I wanted to see if I could watch her get her orgasm simply by riding my cock. I constricted the muscles of my buttocks to contain myself and hold on, keeping my cock hard at the same time.

She went on fucking me vigorously from top, and all her attention was now completely focused on that activity. She was oblivious to the feel of my hands mauling her dangling heavy breasts mercilessly, as her eyes were looking down towards where her mature cunt was sliding up and down on my rigid shaft. I lay back to enjoy the sensation, and watch how long she could continue this tempo of fucking me from top. She was beginning to tire with the effort now, and her mouth was open, sucking in huge gasps of breath, as she hefted and dropped her hips on my pelvis, fucking me as hard as anyone could in this position. To her credit, she didn't give up and kept at it with incredible dedication, all her senses focused only on getting me to my orgasm. Pulling on all my reserves, I held on, wanting her to cum before I did. With a few more downward thrusts, she threw her head back, her eyes screwed shut, and clenching her teeth, let out a hissing cry of "Jignesssss..."

That was the sign for me that her orgasm had begun to take hold of her body. In spite of her massive girth, her body shuddered uncontrollably and her mature cunt muscles contracted and expanded spasmodically, even as she bit her lips and hissed "Beta ... I am going to..." "Yes, aunty ... yes..." I groaned " ... I am also going to come..." Her mouth opened wide in a silent cry, as her orgasm eventually hit her, and she pumped her hips on me one final time. With a long drawn cry of "Uuiii maaa..." she collapsed on top of me, her hot molten lava like pussy letting out a gush of hot woman cum, that slid down my cock on to my balls. That was all that I had been waiting for, and with a deep chested grunt, I grabbed her by her back, and let my cock loose inside her pussy. Holding on, as I was for such a long time, my jism shot out of my cock with incredibly force, and flooded the cavity of her hot mature pussy. "Auntieee..." I screamed, grabbing her, those heavenly tits of hers quashed against my chest.

She lay there in that position on top of me for a while, dragging in deep lungfuls of breath, even as I lay gasping, trying to catch my own breath. Her pussy kept spasming, sending out fresh spurts of her own womanly cunt juices, even as my cock jerked and twitched inside her cunt. My cum intermingled with her pussy juices, flowed out of her pussy, and slid down my cock onto my now sagging testicles. We lay there for what seemed like an eternity, before I squirmed uncomfortably under her. Sensing that the weight of her body was causing me discomfort, she slid off my body and lay down on my side, her head buried in my chest. The towel which she had tied around her hair had come undone, and her uncombed damp hair lay disheveled across her face.

Looking up at me with loving eyes, she whispered "Oh Jignesh beta ... aaj tumne meri aas poori kar di..." Caressing my cheeks, she continued "The feeling of your seed inside me ... its as if ... as if ... you and I are one today..." After a pause, she said softly "I love you, Jignesh beta ... I love you ... I know that this may sound silly to you ... your old Kalpana aunty saying this to you ... but no matter what you think beta ... I want you to know ... that Kalpana aunty will always love you ... always..." Hearing these words, I let out a soft sigh, my heart going out to this incredibly woman. Wrapping my arms around her broad naked back and pulling her towards me, I replied sincerely "I love you too, aunty ... no matter where life takes me ... I will always always love you..." She propped her head up on her palm, and looking into my eyes with an expression of love and tenderness, she kissed me softly on the lips. "Thank you for saying that, beta..." she said softly. "No ... thank you, aunty ... thank you ... for loving me so much..." I replied, my voice quivering with my emotions. It was not everyday that a mother and a daughter, whom you only lusted for, said the same thing to you. It was tearing me apart all the more, knowing that unlike other women and girls that I had slept with, both Kalpana aunty and her teenage daughter Jigna, perhaps really loved me in some special way. She rested her head gently on my chest, and in that position, both of us drifted off to sleep.