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Ye kahani shuru hoti hain aaj se 2 saal pehle. Meri biwi ki ek friend thi jise main pasand karta tha. Height 5 feet 8 inches, rang gora, 36 ke boobs size aur 40 ki gaand thi uski. Usko bachha hone ke baad uski gaand fel gayi thi. Aur mujhe woh gaand pasand thi aur mujhe chodhne ke liye chahiye thi kisi bhi haalat mein.

Khair, ek din maine usko msg kiya apni biwi ki shikayat karne ke bahane. Haala ke mujhe lagaa nahi tha woh respond karegi par usne kiya. Maine use apni aur biwi ke beech ki baatein share karna shuru kiya. Pehle main use roz marra ki baatein share karta, lekin kuch samay baad main apni sex life ki details uske saath share karne laga.

Ek din maine use kahaa ki, “Tumhari dost mujhe uski gaand nahi maarne deti.”

Haala ke mujhe lagaa kahin woh bura na maan jaaye ke main uski dost ke baare main aisa keh raha hu. Magar uska response aaya, “Kyun nahi maarne deti apni gaand tumhe?”

Maine kaha, “Woh purane khayalat ki hain. Use ye sab nahi pasand. Woh naya kuch try hi nahi karti.”

Usne mujhse pucha, “Naya matlab?”

Maine fir khulke usse kaha, “Jaise mera lund muh main nahi leti, mujhe use doggy style main chodhna hain, woh nahi karne deti. Gaand maarni hain, lekin woh mana kar deti hain. Mujhe apni chut mein ungli daalne nahi deti. Pata nahi kyun aisi hain woh. Jab bhi chodne chadhta hu uske upar toh aisa lagta hain kisi randi ko chodh raha hu paise deke, jo sirf shot maaro aur jao… yahi chahti hain.”

Iske baad uska response aaya, “Arey, ye toh galat hain… aakhir aap uske pati ho. Aapko pura haq hain use jaise chaho, chodho. Main use samjhaungi.”

Maine kaha, “Nahi… aap mat baat karo usse. Use bura lagega ke maine ye sab aapke saath share kiya hain.”

Fir maine usse himmat karke puch hi liya, “Kahin hum dono mil sakte hain?”

Mujhe laga ke manaa kar degi. Par uska jawab aaya, “Thik hain X mall mein milte hain kal dopahar ko.”

Mujhe laga ab toh baat ban gayi. Maine Kaha, “Thik hain… kal milte hain fir.”

Ab agle din ki khushi main ke aaj toh bas uski gaand maarne mil hi jaegi. Maine raat ko saari taiyaari kar li. Tel, Vaseline, condom… sab pack kar liya.

Agle din dopahar ko main X mall pohonch gaya. Maine yellow shirt green pants pehni thi. Chodhne mein aasani ho, uske liye maine underwear nahi pehni thi. Woh aayi. Usne black salwar kameez pehni thi. Baal peeche bandhe hue, naak mein choti si nath aur haatho mein gold bangles pehni thi. Hum dono food court mein mile.

Woh baithi aur hum dono ne baat chit shuru ki. Haala ke hum ek dusre ko bahot time se jaante the lekin aise akele pehli baar mil rahe the. Hum baate karte gaye aur waqt ka pata nahi chala. Dopahar ki shaam ho gayi.

Maine use kaha, “Chalo, mall explore karte hain.”

Usne kaha, “Thik hain.”

Hum lift ki taraf gaye par lift aa nahi rahi thi. Toh maine kaha, “Stairs se chalte hain.”

Jab hum ‘exit’ stairs ke andar aaye toh dekha ekdum sannata tha. Food court third floor pe tha aur uske upar mujhe shayad koi jagah mil jaye. Toh maine kahan, “Chalo, upar chal ke dekhte hain.”

Usne pucha, “Kyun?”

Maine kahan, “Aise hi.”

Upar gaye toh wahan bhi sannata, magar ek khaali jagah thi jahan koi aa jaa nahi kar raha tha. Woh lift generator ka room the piche; uski aawaz aa rahi thi, bas.

Maine kaha, “Baithte hain idhar…”

Usne kahan, “Thik hain.”

Jab hum dono ek dusre ke bagal mein baithe, main sirf uske laal hothon ko dekh raha tha. Usne pucha, “Kya dekh rahe ho?”

Maine apna haath uske chin pe rakha aur mere hothon ko uske hothon ke kareeb le gaya aur mere hothon ko uske hothon pe rakh diya aur use choosne laga. Mujhe laga woh mujhe piche kar degi magar usne kiya nahi waisa.

Aur woh bhi mere hothon ko choosne lagi. Meri zubaan maine uske muh mein daali aur usne woh bhi choosi. Fir maine uski zabaan ko chusa aur fir hothon ko choosa aur dheere se haath uske boobs pe rakha aur dabane laga.

Usne siskari bhari, “Aaaahhhh.. Dheere se..”

Fir maine uski kameez pe haath daala aur utarne laga par woh mana kar rahi thi. Usne kaha, “Koi dekh lega ya koi aa jaega toh meri izzat kharab ho Jaegi.”

Maine kaha, “Nahi… koi nahi aayega. Itna sannata hain koi aaya bhi toh aawaz aayegi uske pairo ki. Tum fikar mat karo.”

Ye sunkar woh thori shaant hui aur maine uski kameez nikal di. Uske 36 inch ke boobs padded bra main jakde hue the jo ki black colour ki thi. Maine uski bra unhook ki aur nikal di.

Uske nipples bade bade aur khade the bilkul. Aisa lag raha tha jaise ke mujhe bula rahe ho ke, “Aao choos lo.”

Maine apne hoth uske nipples ki taraf le gaya aur use choosne laga.

Usne zor se chillaya, “Aaaahhhh.. kya kar rahe ho? Kaato mat… mujhe dard ho raha hain.”

Maine uski suni nahi aur daanto se thora kaat raha tha aur choos raha tha uske nipples.

Fir thori der baad usko zameen par letaya aur uski salwar nikal di. Ab woh sirf panty mein thi jo ke brown color ki thi aur gili ho chuki thi uski choot ki jagah par. Maine dheere se uski panty bhi utarna shuru kiya. Woh thora hichkhichayi par resist nahi kar rahi thi zyaada. Fir maine uski puri panty utar di.

Ab woh nangi mere saamne leti hui thi; sharma rahi thi. Mujhe dekh nahi rahi thi. Maine uski dono taango ko pakda aur faila diya. Uski gili choot mujhe saaf dikhayi de rahi thi. Maine apne hothon ko uske choot ke opening par laaya aur lick kiya. Woh zor se siskiyayi, “Aahhhhh…”

Fir maine uski choot chaatna shuru kiya aur apni do ungliyo ko uske choot ke darwaze par rakha aur andar ghusa diya. Kya garam choot thi uski! Gili aur tight. Bachha hone ke baad bhi itni tight thi, ye mujhe nahi lagaa tha.

Ab main use apni ungliyo se chodhne laga. Dheere dheere fir tez aur tez. Maine itni tezi se uski choot chodhi ungliyo se ke usko mera haath pakadna pada rokne ke liye. Mujhe samajh aa gaya tha ke woh jhad chuki hain. Woh uthi, mujhe apni baahon main liya aur zoro se kiss kiya.

Fir maine use pakda aur usko kutiya banaya. Woh aage se jhuk gayi jiski wajah se uske boobs zameen pe lagne lage aur gaand upar uth ke aayi uski.

Maine apni ab pant utari aur mera 7 inch ka lund, jo puri tarah se khada tha, uske upar tel lagaya. Fir apni ungliyo mein Vaseline lekar uski gaand pe lagaya.

Woh mudi aur pucha, “Ye kya kar rahe ho?”

Maine kaha, “Gaand mein tumhari Vaseline laga raha hu. Choot toh tumhara husband chodhta hi hoga… aaj main tumhari gaand maarunga.”

Ye sun ke woh thoda ghabra gayi aur kaha, “Nahi… bahot dard hoga. Maine kabhi apni gaand nahi marwayi hain.”

Ye sunke mujhe gussa aaya aur maine zor se uski gaand pe thappad maara aur kaha, “Tum chup raho. Pehle dard hoga thora… fir mazaa aane lagega.”

Ye kehkar achanak se maine apna lund uske gaand ke ched pe rakha aur zor se ghusa diya. Ek dard bhari aawaz uske muh se nikli, “Aaaaahhh… ufff… nikalo please. Mujhse nahi ho raha.”

Ye sunke main ruk gaya aur apna lund uski gaand mein fasa ke rakha. Fir 2 min baad maine uski gaand chodhna shuru kiya.

Pehle dheere dheere. Aur ab uski dard bhari awaz siskiyo mein badal gayi.

“Aah… hmm… ufff… aaah..”

Aur ab maine apni speed badhayi. Uske upar chadh gaya. Aur jaise ek kutta zor se apni kutiya ko chodhta hain, waise hi main bhi use zor zor se chodhne laga.

Use ab mazaa aa raha tha full. Aur ab main jhadne wala tha. Ek zor se push kiya uski gaand mein maine apne lund se aur mera saara paani uske gaand ke andar chod diya. Aur maine apna lund wahi atka ke rakha.

Thori der baad maine apna lund nikala magar ek bhi boond mere paani ki uski gaand se bahar nahi aayi.

Woh jab mud ke uthne gayi toh ladkadha rahi thi. Maine kaha, “Baith jao…”

Magar woh baith bhi nahi pa rahi thi. Maine usko panty pehnai aur bra pehnai. Usne fir apne kapde pehne.

Fir hum log bahar aa gaye mall se aur uske baad se woh hamara thikana ho gaya chodhne ke liye.

*****

Agle part mein bataunga ke kaise maine usko convince kiya mere se pregnant hone ko.

Please read the earlier parts.

I came down from the terrace 10 minutes later. I spoke with relatives who had come to offer condolences. I had dinner quietly while Priya served. Priya was wearing a red lehenga and a white shirt. The shirt material was so transparent that I could see the bra she was wearing.

Her boobs were jiggling inside her shirt as she served me dinner. I was having dinner, staring at Priya’s boobs. I saw Mamata Aunty standing behind her and signalling me not to speak with her daughter. I quietly had my dinner and got up.

“Chinnu, Priya and I will sleep in the guest room as I don’t want you to be alone tonight. Tomorrow morning, we have to go to the Kaveri River to immerse your Dad’s ashes. So, sleep well, as we have to leave early in the morning,” Mamata Aunty said, and I went to my room nodding at Aunty.

Switching off the lights, lying on the bed, I thought about the evening’s incidents with Mamata Aunty. What a bizarre turn of events with my busty aunty. I knew she was out of bounds for me today, as her daughter was staying with us. I don’t know when I drifted to sleep, as I was very tired.

I woke up in the middle of the night. I felt soft hands holding my cock, trying to get it hard. My shorts and briefs were lying at my feet. I was naked from the waist down. I knew it should be Mamata Aunty who had come to my room after her daughter Priya had slept.

I kept silent, wanting to see what she was going to do after my cock got erect. It was semi-erect after a lady’s touch. I feigned sleeping, making a light snore to make aunty believe that I was sleeping. Mamata Aunty was sitting on the bed near my thighs and was jerking my cock slowly.

Taking her own time, not in a hurry, like she did on the terrace. The room was pitch dark with a faint light creeping through the window curtains. I found that there was a difference in her handjob. The handjob she gave me on the terrace was fast and furious.

But now she was handling my cock with great care and not hurting me like she did last time. While getting jerked, I wondered if she was going to move to the next level or stop after I cum. I was hoping that she wouldn’t stop by masturbating me.

She wouldn’t have come in the middle of the night, leaving her daughter alone in her room. I was about to get the answer anytime soon, as my cock was rock hard in her soft palm.

I heard her sigh and saw her getting off the bed. She sat on my thighs, straddling me without uttering a word, thinking I was asleep. My joy knew no bounds. I knew she was going to take me inside her and fuck me. I was going to lose my virginity with my buxom Aunty.

She was going to complete the final incest act with her nephew, thinking that I was sleeping. I knew she was aroused when I finger fucker her on the terrace. She had lost her husband a few years back and lived like a nun all these years, deprived of sex.

I didn’t speak, thinking that she might leave, finding me awake. Maybe she wanted to have sex with me without my knowledge. She had come to my room to have sex with me while I was sleeping. I might miss the golden opportunity to have sex with my aunty if I woke up, so I kept quiet.

I could see her body lightly as some light was peeping from the window curtains. I saw her lifting her dress, and her naked ass touched my thighs, sending a shiver down my body. She sat close, and my cock was brushing her mound.

I wanted to hold her midriff and to assist her in taking me, but stopped awaiting her next course of action. Mamata Aunty held my cock at the base very gently, and my cock tip touched something soft. I knew it should be her pussy lips. But I was surprised when the tip didn’t feel her hairy pubic hairs.

I had felt them when I fingered her pussy. I thought that she might have shaved or trimmed her pussy to get it fucked nicely after a very long time. She was rubbing my mushroom head all along her pussy lips. I was not surprised to see her pussy dripping lots of juices, which was making my cock tip moist.

Clever lady, she was getting my cock lubricated for easy penetration. I saw her resting her knees on the bed between my thighs. Holding my cock firmly at the base, I saw her positioning the cock tip at her pussy opening.

My God, finally, I was going to fuck a woman who was my busty Mamata Aunty. Correction, she was going to fuck me and not me. I thought of speaking with her now. But stopped thinking she might change her mind and leave, seeing me awake.

I wanted to enjoy the time with her as long as it lasted and kept quiet. Grunting hard, Mamata Aunty lowered her ass down and her pussy swallowed my mushroom head. Her pussy was like a hot furnace. In spite of all the lubrication, her pussy was too tight for my 8-inch-thick cock.

Keeping both her hands on my tummy, she pushed her ass further down, taking my cock inside her red-hot, burning pussy inch by inch. My goodness, I can’t believe myself. Finally, I was inside my Aunt’s hot pussy. I wondered why she had not yet uttered a word in spite of committing the incest act with her nephew.

She stayed still for a few seconds; maybe she was feeling the sensation of my cock throbbing inside her. I saw her staring at me to check if I was awake or not. I had not closed my eyes fully and was seeing all her actions clearly. Seeing me still sleeping, she got confident.

She started to ride my cock like a cowgirl. I felt her hopping up and down on my cock. Her warm buttocks were giving my thighs a warm pleasure when she was lying down, taking all of my 8 inches inside her. I might have something good in my previous birth to have sex with such a sexy and busty Aunty.

Oh dear, I was getting the first fuck of my life from my mature aunty. I wondered how her pussy could be so tight in spite of being 40+ and a mother of a grown-up daughter. I didn’t think much in the heat of the moment as I was getting what I desired after a long time.

Mamata Aunty was lifting her body up and then slamming down on my cock the next instant. My cock was fully smeared with her juices as she was dripping a lot. But she was going full strong on my cock, and I wondered if she kept doing like this, she would break my cock.

But I didn’t care as long as I got what I wanted. I wanted to touch and feel her body, mainly her massive boobs, which were within my reach. Not able to resist myself anymore, I raised my hands to her bosom and cupped her boobs through her clothes.

I got the shock of my life when my hands felt a shirt and its buttons instead of a blouse, which Mamata Aunty usually wore. And another shock was that the boobs were much smaller than Mamata Aunt’s big ones. I wondered if her boobs had shrunk in size in the past few hours.

I knew that this was not Mamata Aunty but was another person. But who else was there in our house right now apart from Mamata Aunty and her daughter? Oh my God, it was Priya who was riding me and not her mother, Mamata Aunty, as I had earlier thought.

I didn’t know what to do. I discovered my cousin sister coming to my room in the middle of the night, jerked me, and now she was riding me. Priya had come to my room voluntarily after her mother had fallen asleep. She was hopping on my cock, showing me heaven.

Why shouldn’t I take advantage of the situation, I thought. Holding her shirt, I pulled it apart, and the buttons gave way. I could see Priya’s bra in the dim light. Keeping my fingers below the bra strap, I lifted the bra, and her boobs popped out from under the bra cups.

Immediately, I cupped both her boobs and found them very firm, unlike her mother’s spongy ones. Priya was 3-4 years older than me and was married too. I was amused to see her boobs so firm in spite of being married. She was not new to fucking, and I knew she was wild in her college days.

Maybe her hubby was a lazy guy to play with her boobs, I thought. But who cares as long as I got what I wanted? I started to press her firm boobs and began to enjoy another pair of boobs in one night. Mother was a busty lady and sexy, but daughter was even sexier and a horny one too, like her mother.

My thumbs started playing with her sharp nipples, unlike her mom’s, which were thick and long.

Priya spoke to me for the first time after entering my room. “What mother fucker. Are my tits not enough for your hands? Do you want my mom’s big ones so that you can suck those big boobs like you did on the terrace?” I heard Priya saying. I tried to switch on the light switch. It was near the dressing table.

But she held my hand and stopped me. “Let’s keep it this way, Rajesh. I don’t want you to see me naked, after all, you are my cousin and I am married. I am enjoying it, and I know you are too. Just think of me as one of your girlfriends for tonight, and let’s enjoy the sex as much as we can. Right now, we are not cousins but lovers. Got it, mother fucker.”

“Ok Didi,” I said meekly.

“Not Didi. You are free to call me Priya, and I don’t mind if you call me slut Rajesh,” Priya said in hushed tones so that her mother, who was sleeping in the adjoining room, couldn’t hear.

Cupping her firm boobs tightly, I pulled her towards me, and she fell on top of me. Priya’s face was close to mine, and I couldn’t resist. I kissed her lips. She didn’t reciprocate for a few seconds while my lips were crushing her soft lips. Later, she dipped her tongue in my mouth, and I sucked it like candy.

Her tongue was slimmer and tenderer than her mom’s, but the taste of saliva was the same. Genes matter, but body sizes differ. We kissed each other for a few minutes while my cock was completely lodged inside her. Taking my hands from her boobs, I cupped her ass, which was round and firm.

Saliva was getting exchanged, and we kissed like horny lovers in heat. She sucked my tongue for a few seconds and was getting her tongue sucked by me. Both our lips were hurting by now, and we were both breathing heavily.

Priya pulled her lips from mine and stared into my eyes. She asked, “How long do you take to cum usually, Rajesh?”

“Depends. But why are you asking?” I smiled and asked.

“I saw you took a lot of time to come when my mom was giving you a handjob,” Priya said.

“Were you standing and watching us the whole time?” I asked.

“No duffer. I served dinner to guests and came to the terrace to see why Mom was taking so long to bring you down,” Priya said.

“What did you see?” I asked her.

“I saw you both standing under the water tank, and I wondered what you both were doing at that late hour. I came closer and was shocked seeing what was going on between you two,” Priya said.

“We both were just standing, and Aunty was trying to pacify me,” I said, trying to cover up Aunty and our sinful acts, which we committed on the terrace.

“What. My mom was pacifying by holding and jerking your cock,” She said loudly.

“No, Didi. You are mistaken. Aunty was trying to help me as I had got a hard-on. She was worried as my cock had made a bulge in my shorts, and it was looking too ugly to come in front of the guests like that. So….” I said in defence of her mother.

Priya cut me short and said, “So my mom was giving you a handjob trying to cum from your cock. But why did she allow you to remove her blouse and bra and offer her tits for you to suck? Maybe she was breastfeeding you her milk, which she never had.”

“No, I was taking too long to come. So I requested Aunty to touch and feel her boobs while she jerked me. That’s all, Didi,” I said meekly.

“And you want me to believe that nonsense? So, you should have only touched her tits and not sucked them by gobbling her whole tits in your mouth, idiot,” Priya said angrily.

“Sorry, Didi. I got carried away seeing her big boobs, and I couldn’t control myself,” I said.

“That’s also ok. But why were you pushing your cock between my mother’s thighs as if to penetrate her when you were screaming, “I am coming” Were you trying to fuck her?” Priya asked.

I knew that Aunty and I were caught red-handed by her daughter, and there was nothing more to defend our sinful acts. “Are we going to keep arguing like this the whole night, Didi?” I said, accepting my defeat.

“That’s my brother. Tell me honestly, did you enjoy being with my mother, Rajesh?” She asked as a daughter now.

“I thoroughly enjoyed it. Aunt’s big boobs, long thick nipples, curvy midriff, soft pussy lips, which were wet and her whole body, which was warm and HOT. Everything. But I don’t know if she enjoyed it as much as I did,” I said, explaining every part of Aunt’s body,

“Don’t you worry about that? I saw her face glowing when she came down. I have never seen her so happy. I could smell your cum on her clothes. I couldn’t resist myself, so I came here to taste what my mother had tasted a few hours before. Hope you don’t mind me crashing in the middle of the night and taking advantage of you and your cock,” Priya said.

“I don’t mind, Didi. In fact, I am happy that you came over. When I asked Aunty about you, she said angrily Not to even think of you,” I said.

“Maybe my mom is jealous that I might steal you from her. Don’t worry about her, and let’s keep this secret between us. She should not know what happened between us. Ok, Rajesh,” Priya said, trying to keep this incident between ourselves like her mom. Like mom, like daughter, I thought.

“What has happened between us, Didi?” I asked, smiling.

“Bastard. What more can happen? My brother’s cock is inside my pussy, and I am half naked on your bed,” Priya replied angrily.

“But I have not yet got to suck my sister’s boobs, Priya,” I said, laughing.

“Mother fucker. Do you want to suck my small tits after enjoying my mom’s big ones, bastard? Come on, take it and suck as much as you want to,” Priya said, leaning forward and bringing her right nipple close to my lips.

Staring at her pointy nipple, I said,” Don’t call me mother fucker Didi. I still haven’t fucked your mother…I mean Aunty.”

“Will you fuck my mother if you get the chance?” She asked.

“Of course, I will, and then you can call me mother fucker. But I don’t think she will agree. She is afraid and worried thinking what will happen if someone comes to know about it,” I said.

“She is always like that. She wanted to have sex but was worried about the societal stigma. Don’t worry about that. I will tame her, and she will come to you voluntarily, just like I came now. Anyway, we are going for a long drive to immerse your dad’s ashes. While coming back, I will drive the car, and you will seduce my mother and try to fuck her in the car. Now suck my tits while I ride you, mother fucker,” Priya said, giving her nipple to my mouth and starting to bounce on my cock like a bitch in heat.

I thought of asking her how I can fuck her mother inside the car in her presence. Seeing her offering her boobs to suck, I kept quiet and started sucking Priya’s nipple, pressing her boobs to feel their firmness. I took my free hand behind her back, cupped her ass cheeks and traced her ass crack with my fingers.

Her ass was also firm and round, while she was humping up and down on my cock in a good rhythm. I should admit that she was hopping on me like an experienced rider. Actually, I wanted to be on top of her and fuck her in missionary position.

But I was not in a position to ask her as she was the BOSS in the room. I got busy fondling all over her body, sucking her sharp nipple. I admit, I didn’t get much pleasure from sucking her boobs like I enjoyed sucking her mother’s big ones.

But I didn’t express it as I knew she would get annoyed and stop the fuck midway. The fucking was getting monotonous, and I wanted some action as I was bored of sucking her breast. Taking my mouth off her nipple, I asked,” Can I suck your pussy, Didi?”

Priya stopped fucking and gave me a very strange look. “What did you ask?” She asked.

I was terrified thinking she was angry. “Nothing, Didi,” I said meekly.

“No, repeat what you said just now,” She asked again.

I took some seconds to reply and finally said,” I asked if I can suck you.”

“You are already sucking my tits. You asked something else. Go ahead, ask,” Priya insisted.

Staring down at our union, I said,” I want to suck you down there. Only if you don’t mind.”

Priya giggled like a little girl and said,” Really. Are you sure you want to suck my pussy.”

“Yes, Didi,” I said with a firm tone.

“Ok, be my guest, but don’t expect a return favour from me….I mean blowjob,” Priya said with her eyes sparkling in the dark room.

“I don’t need a blowjob. But why. Don’t you like to suck cock?” I asked her.

“Yes, I hate sucking cock. My ex-boyfriend requested that I suck his dick when he was totally drunk. I offered my pussy, but he was not in a state to have sex. Feeling pity for him, I sucked his cock for a while to relieve him. But that bastard held my hair and mouth fucked me forcefully and ejaculated in my mouth. That was very disgraceful, and I broke up with him. Later, I married Anil, whom Mom had selected. End of the story. Are you sure you want to eat my pussy because most men don’t like women’s cum taste? Beware, I squirt heavily when I come.” Priya said.

“The more the merrier. I want to suck a girl’s pussy and see what it tastes like, Didi,” I said eagerly.

“Ok. As you wish. Even I am dying to know how you suck, bro,” said Priya, moving up, dislodging my cock from the warm confines of her tight pussy hole.

Priya moved and sat on my chest, bringing her pussy mound close to my face. I couldn’t see a damn thing of her pussy in the dark as her body was blocking the window light. But I could smell her pussy odour, which was very strong as she was creaming heavily.

“I can’t see your pussy. How can I lick it, Didi?” I said.

“You want me to switch on the light. Are you making out of eating my pussy just to see me naked, Bro?” Priya asked with suspicion.

“No God promise, Didi. It’s too dark and I can’t see your pussy clearly,” I said.

“Ok, here we go,” said Priya. ’s hand moved toward the wall and switched on the light.

The room was flooded with light. I saw Priya’s neatly trimmed pussy clearly. The lips were parted and oozing lots of juice. Priya parted her pussy lips, showing her pussy opening. She said,” I think, you know, the anatomy of a pussy. The bottom hole is the hole where the cock goes in.

The centre small hole is where piss comes out. The top small bud is my clit, which is very sensitive. You’d better take good care of it by licking and sucking it. For God’s sake, don’t bite it or else I will scream and my mother will come running.”

Nodding, I pushed my tongue tip inside her vagina and rotated it. Priya gripped my hair and said, moaning,” That’s it. Keep licking and push your tongue inside as much as you can. Keep your thumb on my clit and keep rubbing it gently.”

I kept on licking her opening, tweaking her clit with my thumb as she said. Priya was pushing my head towards her crotch, and it was difficult for me to breathe. I moved my tongue up and down her slit a few times, and she lifted her ass off my chest, trying to take as much of my tongue as she could on her dripping pussy.

“Yes, baby. Lick your sister’s pussy and drink her cum. Ok…stop….now insert your fingers inside me and fuck me. While finger fucking me, lick and suck my clit. It will give me another orgasm,” Priya said, guiding me on how to pleasure her orally.

I pushed one finger first. Feeling it was not sufficient, I inserted another finger and finger fucked her with two fingers. My lips latched onto her clit and sucked it softly. “Oh, Baby, I am cumming,” Priya shouted, gripping my head tightly.

My mouth was flooded with her juices, and I swallowed as much as possible. Priya’s body was shivering as she experienced her orgasm. I was proud of myself, thinking that I had given my sister an orgasm with my mouth. After her orgasm subsided, Priya fell on the bed beside me and said,” Thank you, bro. But sorry, I don’t have the energy to get fucked. I will give you a handjob and make you cum just like my mother did.”

Holy shit. Another handjob. I nodded, and she started jerking me. I knew that I could have her anytime and was satisfied with the handjob she was giving me, and drifted to sleep.

The story continues in the next part.

Hello, everyone! This is Anurag (30 now) from a city in UP.

This is the story of a mother’s transformation into a cheap slut, pimped by her own son whom she helped with teenage problems.

This story starts around a few years ago, when I was 19 years old and bodily changes led to an embarrassing encounter with my mother. Although nothing significant happened for 6 years after that incident, it sowed the seed that led to my mother’s transformation into a slut and later a whore, whom I now pimp regularly and who enjoys it a lot.

Before moving on to the story, let me introduce my family. My family includes my father, a retired defense personnel who now runs a security agency in a town near our city. He is currently 50 years old, handsome, and proud with a good personality.

My mother, Shyama (48 now), is a plump North Indian lady who has spent most of her life as a traditional, religious woman dedicated to her family. In the last 6 years, she has secretly transformed into a cheap whore who gets pimped by her own elder son.

Her vital stats are 36D-34-42 with a pear-shaped body and ample flesh in her middle and lower body, nicely shaped boobs that are very soft and firm for her age, with almond brown nipples approximately 2 cm in size.

Then there’s me, the elder son of the family, Anurag, currently working as an assistant professor in a reputed institute in North India (obviously, I cannot disclose the exact institution for privacy reasons). Some of you may guess that I used my mother to get to that position 3 years back.

I am 180 cm tall, slightly overweight with fair complexion and a dick of around 6 inches and 2 inches in girth. Although the dick may seem average, I have been blessed with great stamina and normally last for a significant amount of time in bed with foreplay and sex. (Thanks to my ex-girlfriend and love of my life who taught me how to satisfy a lady but left me in struggling days and got married to someone else after fucking me for 2 years).

Apart from me, I also have my younger brother Arun (27 years now) who works for an MNC in Pune and has been living there for the last 6 years, leaving home just after his B.tech in 2019.

Now, coming to the actual incident (which sowed the seed that led to whatever is happening in my and my mom’s life today). It happened on 20th June 2013 when I was 18 years old and in 1st year of college.

I had recently started to masturbate, although I knew about sex much earlier. I was introduced to porn 3 years back but didn’t know how to masturbate and often spilled my loads in my underwear while watching porn.

This led to unhygienic pubes and, with a lot of hair on my pubes getting spilled with sperm, I got an infection on my testicles and pubes during the summer vacations of 2013.

Myself and my mother were alone at home as my father was still serving in defense at the time, and my brother was with my grandparents during the summer vacations.

It was my boards that year, which was kind of a big deal in middle-class families at the time, and I was not allowed a long vacation. So, I joined a coaching class, which now I am very happy about.

Due to the infection, my pubes used to itch a lot, and I couldn’t control myself from scratching my pubes all the time.

On the 19th June, I came back home from the coaching at 7, and by 8 pm, my mom and I were watching a daily soap on TV while having dinner.

As usual, I was scratching my pubes with one hand and watching TV while having dinner with the other hand. I was so into the serial that I didn’t notice that mom was watching me continuously scratching my pubic area.

After the serial was over, I finished my dinner and was watching TV when mom asked me about the problem I was having and why I was scratching so much. I was embarrassed then and hesitantly told her about my infection and pubic hairs, which were disturbing me.

She was also embarrassed but told me to keep myself clean and use soap to wash regularly.

It was the first time I noticed my mother’s body as she was wearing a loose maxi after having an evening bath before having dinner. She was around 36 at the time and was in the prime of her youth as a married lady. She was not that plump at the time and had fat in the right places.

Firm boobs and a pear-shaped rear made me hard that night, and it was the first time I masturbated imagining my mom. Although her face was not in my imaginations, her body definitely was. After ejaculating in my underwear again that night, I felt guilty and promised myself not to think about her ever again.

Next morning, as I again masturbated in my underwear the previous night, my scratching grew, and mom again noticed it and asked about it. I was very ashamed from the previous night’s incident and got emotional, as if I was in a lot of pain.

Although that emotion was due to my guilt, my mom thought it was due to the pain I was in and asked me to show her the infection. I was taken aback as it was new, and I didn’t remember getting naked in front of my mom a long time ago, definitely not after my dick grew and my pubic hair appeared out of nowhere.

I was hesitant initially, but my mom convinced me to show her my private area as she said she had seen it a lot and she could help me with my problem. I was slowly removing my shorts when mom came close to me and pulled my shorts with my underwear in one go.

Due to the cum, my underwear was stuck to my pubes, and due to the sudden pull, some hair got pulled. I let out a small scream, and my mom saw my limp cock and testicles along with a lot of hair on my pubes for the first time. It was feeling shy, so I took my eyes away.

As my cock sprang out, a foul smell of mixed sperm and urine came out, and my mom disgustedly put her hands on her nose. This made me even more embarrassed. My mom started scolding me for being unhygienic and told me to clean my pubes with a razor as there was no trimmer in the house.

I took a razor from my father’s old shaving kit and went to the bathroom to shave my pubes. My father had kept those razors 2 months back when he was home, and they were not used in between.

As soon as I started shaving dry, some hair got stuck in the razor, and a slight cut happened in my upper pubes. I was kind of melodramatic at that time and cried very loudly.

My mom came to the bathroom door and asked me what happened. I told her about the cut. She asked me to open the door, and I hesitantly opened the door. I was stark naked in front of my mother for the first time in my memory and was feeling shy.

She came near me and took a look at my cut. It was a very small cut but bleeding was there. She scolded me and called me an idiot for that and told me to put the seat on the commode down and sit on it.

I was shocked as this was the last thing I was expecting — my own mother cleaning my pubes when we were all alone in our house. It was around 8 in the morning, and my mother was still in her nighty she wore the previous night.

I tried to refuse her, but she was dominant at the time and took control of me, and I did what she said. She kneeled in front of me and started shaving my pubes gently. But as it was dry and hard, I was getting hurt. She then told me to get the shaving kit of my father.

I got out of the bathroom naked and went to my parents’ bedroom, took the shaving kit from my mother’s almirah, and took it back to the bathroom. My mom was now sitting on the wooden stool in the bathroom, and I gave the kit to mummy and again sat on the commode, spreading my legs.

I don’t remember now what thoughts were going on in my mind at that time, but I kind of surrendered myself to my mother’s wishes at that time.

She took out the shaving foam from the kit and started looking for the shaving brush, but it was missing. She paused for a moment and then started to apply the cream on my pubes and my testicles and started foaming it with her hands.

This was my first female touch to my genitals ever, and I started to get aroused, and blood started flowing rapidly in my limp cock. She didn’t notice immediately, but when my cock grew around twice in size, she suddenly looked at me, and it was the first erotic eye contact with my mother.

After two seconds, I moved my eyes away, but my mom kept lathering me, and my dick continued growing. By the time she completed lathering my genitals and pubes, my dick was fully grown and saluting my first female touch of my life — my own mother!

I again looked at her, and she was now looking for the razor around, and I noticed her boobs and cleavage. She was looking sexy with dusk complexion and small spots of sweat on her upper boobs. A line of droplets was flowing from her neck and was getting lost somewhere between her boobs.

She was not noticing me and was continuously shaving my pubes and testicles. My dick now started jerking as I was staring at her boobs. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were now slightly visible over her maxi. She too may have been getting aroused due to all that was going on.

Due to the sudden jerking of my dick, she looked at my face and noticed that I was staring at her boobs and cleavage. She stopped shaving and tried to adjust her maxi. I don’t know what came to my mind.

I held her hand to stop her from covering her cleavage and put her hand again back to my testicles, which she was shaving at the time, with a stern eye contact. She didn’t say anything and started shaving again.

It was a moment with a lot of emotions. I was aroused, afraid, excited, nervous, and courageous all at the same time. My mouth went dry, and when I tried to speak, no words came out of my mouth.

I took a gulp down my throat and asked mummy to use both hands while shaving my wrinkled testicle skin. Stretch with one hand and shave with the other. I remember saying so with complete authority as her master and not as her teenage son.

To my surprise, she obliged and started using both hands while shaving my balls. This gave me courage, and I kept my right hand on her head. She looked in my eyes, and I pushed her head to focus on the task she was doing, and she obliged.

I started rubbing my hand in her hair and opened her buns. Her long hairs got loose and fell down on her back. Meanwhile, she didn’t resist and continued shaving my balls.

Then, I kept my hand on her left shoulder and started rubbing her exposed skin between her neck and the edge of her maxi, which was almost dropped from her shoulders now as she was tilted leftwards.

I kept on rubbing her skin and jerking my cock without touching it. Suddenly, she started getting up as she had completed cleaning my private parts. But I pushed her down with my right hand on her shoulder and put her head right above my cock, and all of a sudden, I started jerking my cock with my left hand.

It was hardly 4-5 strokes when a thick splash of sperm oozed out of my dick and hit the sindur of my mother. I was in ecstasy with closed eyes and splashed almost 6-7 splashes of my warm sperm on my mother’s hair and forehead. I was moaning heavily.

After almost 45 seconds, I loosened my grip on her head and opened my eyes. A thick load of white sperm was flowing from her maang into her eyes and on her nose. She immediately got up after I left her, took my white cotton vest, which was laying nearby, to clean my sperm from her face and hair, and got out of the bathroom.

I was sitting on my commode, completely dumbstruck by what just happened and how I was going to face my mother from then on. Although I was feeling guilty and ashamed with my behavior at that time, it was easily the biggest load of my life till that date.

I was completely satisfied, and a sense of calmness mixed with guilt and shame was going on inside me. I stood up and got in front of the bathroom mirror to look at myself. A small smile came to my face, which I remember starkly even after 12 years of that incident.

I didn’t know that this incident would be the seed that would transform my innocent, religious, and faithful mother into a classless whore in the future.

*****

That’s all for this part.

I’ll write what happened when I came out of the bathroom in the next part.

This story will be in many parts, so please have patience and keep supporting.

See you in the next part soon.

Hi friends, I am writing a story after a long break. I hope you enjoy the erotic sex incidents that happened in my family after my father’s demise.

After my mother’s death a few years back, my father had a sudden heart attack in the early morning. He had celebrated his 50th birthday a few weeks back. I was 21, studying in my 3rd year of Engineering. I quickly called up Mamata Aunty, my Dad’s sister, who lives close to our house.

I took him to the hospital in our car with Mamata Aunt’s help, but he didn’t survive. He passed away before we reached the hospital. We cremated my dad in the evening and came back to the house, and it felt empty. I wondered what I was going to do without him.

Financially, we were well off, but I was alone in this big, bad world. After my dad’s cremation, most of the family members went back, but Mamata Aunty came to our house along with me. Mamata Aunty was my Dad’s younger sister, who was in her early forties.

She was a widow and had a daughter who had married recently. She lived in a joint family in the same neighbourhood. She took care of and treated me as her own son after my mother’s death. She used to say that I was the son she never had.

Her daughter Priya, who was a few years older than me, also treated me as her kid brother. Till now, I honestly never had any sexual inclination towards Mamata Aunty, not that she was not beautiful. She was a bit tall, around 5ft 6 inches in height.

She looked like Jonitha D’ruz, the Indian porn actress, but her upper and lower treasures were bigger than hers. I mean, her breasts and buttocks were big and awesome. Let me come to the story. Mamata Aunty asked me to take a bath and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

I came to my room and was still crying, remembering my Dad, wondering what to do, living alone in the big house. I took a bath, came out and wore a shirt and shorts. I sat on the bed thinking about my Dad, sobbing, and I lost track of the time. I heard the bedroom door being opened, and turned.

I saw Mamata Aunty coming inside the room. “What are you doing, Chinnu (My pet name). Anna (Big brother, my Dad) is gone. How long are you going to grieve like this? Come on, get up. Dinner is ready. You have not eaten anything since morning. Come and have dinner,” said Mamata Aunty, sitting on the bed beside me.

Mamata Aunty caressed my hair in affection as I wept like a baby. Seeing me not stop crying, she lifted my head from the bed and placed it on her lap. Even though my head was on her thighs, which were covered by a saree, I could feel her body heat emitting from her fleshy thighs.

I tried to look up at her face, but her massive breasts came in between. I kept on staring at her blouse-covered breasts as her pallo was slightly off and not covering them properly. Mamata Aunt’s one hand was on my hair and the other on my face, petting me like a baby.

“My brother is gone and I don’t want to lose you, my child,” said Mamata Aunty, bending a bit down, and kissing my forehead affectionately.

Now, Mamata Aunt’s breasts were resting on my cheek. I felt them soft and tender. I didn’t know what to do, keeping my mouth wide open, I licked and sucked her breasts through the blouse wherever I could reach. I knew I was wetting her blouse and she would think it was my tears.

But very gently, taking caution not to want her to suspect me of my kinky acts. “Stop crying, Chinnu. You have lots of things to achieve in life. You can’t keep mourning about your father forever,” said Mamata Aunty, kissing me on the cheek. Her breast tip was dangerously close to my lips.

The horny devil in me woke up I took that exciting tip in my mouth and sucked it on the blouse material. Mamata Aunty moaned lightly and said,” Are you remembering your mother, baby?”

I wanted to say, ‘not my mother, but you, Aunty.’ I wanted to hold her gorgeous breasts and feel them, but restrained myself. My cock had grown obscenely in my shorts, and I tried to hide my erection by pressing my thighs together. Mamata Aunty was not observing that I was sucking her breast tip.

Maybe she was thinking it was my cheeks or nose. I was excited and suddenly bit her tip. She was taken aback, sat up properly and covered her chest properly with the saree pallo. If she had observed her blouse, she could have seen saliva stains all over it. And I had not yet stopped crying to divert her attention.

Holding my head, Mamata Aunty made me sit on the bed. To hide the erection in my shorts, I quickly got off the bed and turned my back towards her. Mamata Aunty also got up and stood beside me, holding my hand. I had stopped crying and tried to walk towards the door.

Mamata Aunty suddenly pulled me, made me turn towards her and hugged me tightly. I didn’t know how to react to her motherly embrace. My body went rigid, and I stood silently for a few seconds, feeling her warm body hugging me so closely.

Seeing me silent, Mamata Aunty placed her right hand on my head, and her left hand was caressing my back, trying to console me. She was pacifying me like a mother does to her crying child.

She said, “Don’t worry, Chinnu. We are all here for you. Priya (Her married daughter) and I will always be with you. Now come, let’s have dinner.”

I was not hearing her, but felt uncomfortable at first as she had embraced me tightly. I was not used to being hugged so closely by ladies. Mamata Aunty had pressed her breasts to my chest, and her head was resting on my shoulders.

Her big breasts were tingling just below my chest, as she was a few inches shorter than I was. Her lips were close to my neck and ears as she said soothing and encouraging words. I, too, rested my neck on her shoulders, feeling her naked skin as she patted my head.

She affectionately pressed my face to her shoulder and was trying to console me. Consoling me, my foot. The way she was pressing her breasts on my chest, both our thighs touching each other’s, I was getting aroused, feeling her body warmth and the fragrance of a woman’s body.

This was the first time a female was hugging me, let alone my Aunt. As I was wearing loose shorts, my cock had bulged up, and I knew it was poking at her tummy. My poor Aunty was still consoling me by patting my head with her right hand. Her left hand was behind and was caressing my back on the T-shirt.

Letting my face rest on her shoulder, I started to weep again to hide my arousal. My free hands went behind her back and started moving them over her blouse and saree pallu. As Mamata Aunty was in mother mode, I was trying not to think about her as a sex object.

I knew that it would be incest. My mind was saying so, but will my body oblige my mind? Finally, body won over mind, lust took over. I hugged her back, pressing her body to mine firmly. I could feel her big, soft breasts being crushed onto my flat chest.

But yet Mamata Aunty was unmindful of what her hugging was doing to me and my arousal, and was still trying to pacify me. I had stopped crying, and my lips, which were resting on her shoulder blades, kissed her naked shoulder skin. My lips were touching and tasting a woman’s body for the first time.

Her massive breasts were completely crushed onto my chest. my cock, which was fully erect by now, was struggling between our bodies. Not able to resist myself, my hands moved down to her midriff and caught her naked, curvy, fleshy waist with my palms.

The gap below her blouse and above her saree was naked. I was sexually aroused by feeling her warm, fleshy tummy. Throwing all caution to the wind, I dropped my hands down and cupped both her ass cheeks firmly, feeling the size and shape of her voluptuous buttocks.

It felt heavenly to hold both her big, round ass cheeks in both my hands. Mamata Aunty was startled when I grabbed her buttocks in my hands. “Chinnu, come, let’s have dinner,” She said and tried to move away from the embrace.

Pressing my face on her naked shoulder, I said, “Thank you, Aunty, I feel like I am holding my mother after a long time. Dad left me alone. Will you always be there for me, Aunty?”

Mamata Aunty turned her face towards mine and gave a peck on my right cheek in a motherly way. While she moved her lips away, I felt like kissing her red lips, but not like a son, but like a horny lover, but I controlled myself.

“Of course, I will be with you always, Chinnu. Not only me, but also Priya. You will be a son to me I never had and a protective brother to Priya,” Mamata Aunty said, wanting me to be her son, but I wanted to be her lover.

While she was speaking, my fingers were trailing the gap between her buttocks. I was trying to locate her ass hole and her slit. I knew I was treading on dangerous grounds, yet I wanted to explore more of her body. I had seen her massive cleavage a number of times when she was bending.

Her big breasts were trying to pop out from the top of the blouse. They were giving a warm sensation to my chest. Now I badly wanted to feel and see her breasts, which were very close to closing. But how was the big question as she was treating and consoling me as her own son.

Nevertheless, I wanted to give it a try, but at an appropriate time. I knew she wouldn’t fall so easily, as I have seen her for the past 21 years. She was living a recluse’s life after her husband’s death. It will take time, I knew, and I wanted to take it step by step. A cunning idea crept into my mind.

I lowered my head down just above her breast slopes and started weeping again. I knew she would be worried. As I expected, Mamata Aunty looked concerned, pressed my face further down to her breasts and tried to pacify me. Her saree pallo had moved away from her blouse.

I could see her ample cleavage from the top of her blouse. My tears were wetting her chest area and I took another bold step. Stretching my tongue out, I licked her skin just above her blouse top, wherever the tongue could reach. I knew she wouldn’t be able to sense it.

My tears were flowing out freely, wetting her chest. As I expected, the poor woman couldn’t read what I was doing with her body. My one hand was moving in her ass crack, and another was moving all over the back of her blouse, feeling her warm skin.

The poor lady was busy trying to console her horny nephew. Getting bolder, I moved my face down to her breast slopes. I rested there, feeling the soft, warm breasts of my Aunt for the very first time. I had deliberately not yet stopped crying, and this time I was drenching her blouse with my tears.

As the saree pallo had deserted the blouse, my lips had free access to her breast’s top flesh, which was soft and spongy. I licked all over her top breasts, flesh, and moved my face further down to her twin peaks. I was licking all over her mounds, licking the tip of her blouse, her nipple.

It was hidden under the blouse, desperately trying to locate her nipple. It was hidden beneath the damn blouse and bra. I was busy nuzzling my face all over her massive breasts, nose digging in, and tongue wetting her blouse with my saliva, along with my tears.

We were in that position for almost 5 minutes. Mamata Aunty was consoling me like a mother does to her crying child. I was very much sure that she might have felt my aroused cock, which was trying to poke her hard on her belly.

“Stop crying like a baby. You are a man now. You have a long life ahead of you, Chinnu, “Mamata Aunty said, patting my head, as my face was nuzzling her breasts and was trying to pacify me.

Yes, indeed, I was a man. She was not able to read my mind as my hands explored her back and face, feeling the softness of her massive breasts. I hugged her more firmly to feel her body warmth and heat. And the damn doorbell rang.

“Looks like someone has come. Come, let’s go, Chinnu,” said Mamata Aunty, gently pushing me away, and I reluctantly left her warm body.

Mamata Aunty pulled her saree pallu up over her blouse, covering her twin treasures, and walked out of the room. I felt disheartened as I was close to coming. I didn’t mind soiling my shorts, caressing and feeling her body warmth. I took out a beer bottle and sneaked out of the room through the back door.

I climbed the staircase to the terrace and went below the water tank. It was my hiding and drinking place to have my Saturday drinks from the prying eyes of my Dad. But he knew it and didn’t bother to come up, giving me privacy.

Opening the bottle, I sat down on the terrace floor and started to enjoy the beer. I looked down at my crotch and saw my cock had not yet subsided and had made a tent. Feeling pity for it, I pulled it out to the cold wind and started jerking off slowly.

The busty body of my Aunt flashed over my mind. I started jerking off fast, hoping to get a quick orgasm. In one hand I had the beer bottle and in the other hand I was furiously masturbating my hard-on cock. I lost track of the time and came back to my senses when I heard the footsteps.

Wondering who it might be, I hid the beer bottle behind my back and tried to stuff my cock back inside the shorts. It was too late. “What are you doing here, Chinnu?” I heard Mamata Aunt’s voice as she came near me and stood before me.

Seeing Mamata Aunty standing before me, I struggled to insert my cock back in my shorts. But I was not able, as I was nervous and my hands were shaking in fear. Mamata Aunty looked down at my crotch and noticed my erect cock, which was in my hand.

She looked both shocked and surprised. I hung my head in shame, not able to look at her. I was caught red-handed while masturbating by my Aunt. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and I knew she was also caught up in an awkward position.

We both were silent for a minute, and finally, Mamata Aunty spoke, breaking the ice between us. “Come down, Rajesh. Some relatives have come. They want to speak with you and offer their condolences,” Mamata Aunty said and went and stood near the terrace door, waiting for me.

I was relieved as she gave me privacy to stuff my cock back inside the shorts. It was still strong like a steel rod. I got up, but to my dismay, my cock had made a tent over my shorts. It was looking very obscene. Feeling very awkward, I walked towards the terrace door where Mamata Aunty was waiting for me.

I saw her staring down at my crotch with her mouth wide open. “What is that, Rajesh? Are you going to come down with that THING sticking out like that?” Mamata Aunty said in an angry tone.

“Sorry, Aunty. It’s… not going down,” I stammered, trying to push my cock back to hide the bulge, but I was not successful.

“Oh my God. Your father passed away this morning and was cremated. You are drinking and doing awful things here on the terrace alone. Now go and do something to that THING, so that it doesn’t show off before the relatives. Do whatever you want and come back quickly. I will be waiting for you here,” Mamata Aunty said, staring at my crotch.

I hurriedly went back to the water tank bottom, hiding from the prying eyes of my Aunt. Pulling my cock out of the shorts, I started to masturbate furiously, standing and holding the wall for support.

A few minutes passed, but my cock showed no signs of ejaculation, and I was getting desperate to come. I heard my Aunt’s voice again.

“Are you finished, Rajesh?” I heard Mamata Aunty asking me.

“No…not yet, Aunty,” I said with heavy breathing.

“Try harder and come quickly. I don’t want anyone coming up here and catching you like this,” Mamata Aunty said in an anxious, hurried tone.

“I am trying, but it’s not going down, Aunty,” I said in a desperate voice.

“Get that ‘THING’ down and I don’t want you to look like a clown in front of the relatives,” I heard Mamata Aunt’s voice, which was a bit calmer now.

Desperate to get a quick orgasm, I pushed my shorts and briefs down to my feet and started to beat my cock at a furious speed. But with no results whatsoever. A minute later, I heard her voice again.

“Did that THING come down, Rajesh?” Mamata Aunty asked again, and this time I felt she was closer to me.

Mamata Aunty had stopped calling me Chinnu and was calling me by my name. I felt awkward. I knew she was furious at me. While I was busy jerking and thinking about her sudden change in her tone, I heard her footsteps.

I looked up and saw Mamata Aunty standing before me, staring at my cock in my hand with eyes and mouth wide open in shock. The shorts were down at my feet, and I had nothing but my hands to cover my modesty from my Aunt’s fiercely prying eyes.

Covering my manhood with both my hands which was fully erect, I looked at her with desperation in my eyes. Mamata Aunty stood like a zombie staring down at my cock, which both my hands were not able to cover successfully.

Clearing her throat, she said, “What got this THING this hard. Tell me honestly.”

Instead of answering her, I stared at her breasts shamelessly. Her saree pallu was fluttering due to the cool breeze blowing, and her blouse was clearly visible. Her left breast tip was poking out from the confines of the pallu, which got me more excited.

I thought of jerking again in front of her, but stopped thinking about what she would think.

“I think I got the answer. I was holding and cuddling you like my son and was trying to pacify you as you were in grief. But you took advantage of me. I had a small doubt in my mind when your hands were behind my back. I thought you were my baby and never thought you were a MAN now. Aren’t you ashamed to do that with your own Aunty? I thought you thought of me as your mother, not as a…,” Mamata Aunty said with a nervous voice and stopped midway.

“Sorry, Aunty. I got carried away. Please forgive me,” I said, shivering with fear, thinking that she would scold me or worse. She would tell about me to our relatives.

The story continues in the next part. Readers can email me at [email protected] with their views and suggestions. Interested female readers are welcome to have a dirty chat with me.

I enrolled on a teaching volunteer program in a remote village in the Northeast. I was provided an accommodation, but I was asked to cook for myself. If you would like to write to me, you can email me at [email protected].

The accommodation provided to me was in a hillside and there were only two houses in the hillside, one mine and the other a simple house which belonged to the milkmaid of the village.

Her name was Leela, mid-30s. She had an extremely athletic body and the face of an angel that would make athletes and actresses ashamed. Her husband is a woodcutter who left her for the summer village and will only return in the winter. Only a few remained at the village.

I asked Leela for a bottle of milk. She was happy. Her son was responsible for delivery in the village since I lived above their house. Leela agreed to deliver milk to me personally. Her son used to deliver milk from 5.30 am onwards. Leela delivers my bottle of milk when she sees the light in my kitchen.

I knew her by her body and her scent. Her smell hit hard: sweet, wet milk, dry hay, and the deep, hot musk of her sweat. It was a smell of pure, raw sex. She had the stillness and strength of the mountain itself.

Her hands were rough, made for work, yet they handled the heavy brass milk pails with a maddening, quiet grace. Her husband was a shadow, gone to the forest for weeks—a fact that became a loud, constant invitation.

She was built for strong use. Her shoulders were wide, her hips heavy and stable under the thin, faded cloth of her sari. That cloth fought to hide the generous, low curve of her breasts. They were full, the shape of the harvest.

The skin where the cloth pulled back was dark honey. But my mind always pictured the pale, soft white skin beneath, especially the dark, bruised rose-brown of the nipple. When the fabric shifted, a violent, sick pull of need hit my gut.

Her face was strong, but her mouth was always slightly parted, waiting. The daily milk exchange became the edge of a blade. I’d lean in close, fighting the urge to taste the salt on her neck. When she poured, I waited, breathless, for the inevitable.

My fingers grazing hers under the weight of the pot—a tiny, deliberate sin. The shock was electric. I would reel back, gasping, my hands trembling. It was a desperate ritual, measured by the frantic heat of my pulse and the sticky sweat on her palm.

Her eyes, full of the mountain’s lonely distance, saw the ruin in mine. Her simple, cold iron wedding ring was always there, a boundary that only made our need sharper. The “casual” relationship was a lie.

The truth was the raw, exquisite urgency we shared, leading us to the only real place in the valley: the cow shed. The signal was simple: a simple nod to call as soon as his son left the house for delivery. The shed was our theatre of sin, thick with hot dust and dry weeds.

Then she was there, a phantom from the tall grass, silent and immediate. She didn’t speak. Her eyes held the same flicker of guilt and fear, making our need a shared, terrible risk. The silence snapped with my first ragged breath, and she moved.

The warmth of her body broke every rule I owned. My hands, pale and desperate, grabbed the thin cotton of her blouse. The promised, shocking weight of her breasts pressed into my starched shirt, heavy anchors of her real life. The kiss was a furious attempt to gorge ourselves on months of slow-burning pain.

My mouth drank the salt from her neck. My hands became utterly desperate, tearing the cloth from her waist. Her rough, vital hands met mine with a wild frenzy, ripping my collar open, stripping away the teacher. Her cool iron ring scraped my throat as she pulled my head down.

The cold metal against my frantic heat was the physical contradiction of our sin. We sank against the sun-warmed stones, the air thick with sex and earth. This was not casual; it was a necessary, brutal consumption. It was over too soon.

We clung there, slick with sweat and shame, our chests heaving, forcing the breath back until the trembling stopped. The only sound was the loud, ragged sound of our recovery.

The explosive first time created a desperate routine. My classroom was torture; my day was built around the tilt of that brass pail. Our stolen time was brief, a desperate snatch of reality behind the stone wall.

She was honest about her quiet sorrow. Our bond was purely present tense, a raw, temporary relief. We knew the stone’s rough texture and the precise way the sun moved. Every time felt like the first time—the shocking weight of her, the musk.

The feeling of my civilised self being mentally dismantled by her working hands. I would shut my eyes, jaw tight with the effort of not shouting the relief of being utterly consumed.

I kissed the sweet, soft place beneath her collarbone before moving to the warm, heavy abundance of her breast, tasting faint milk on her skin. She had a way of pulling my hair, silent and fierce. It confirmed the utter ruin of the teacher and the triumph of the man she had uncovered.

The cool iron ring was always inches from my skin, the only thing keeping the whole burning world from collapsing. The end was a simple date on a paper. My teaching term was over. We didn’t need to speak of it. The time limit was the contract we had both silently signed.

Our last meeting behind the shed was different. The lust was still a raw fire, but threaded with an aching sorrow. The final act felt like a savage attempt to burn her image onto my very skin. I traced the calluses on her hands, memorising them.

I ran my fingers along the low, smooth curve of her breast, a silent, choked goodbye to the abundance I couldn’t keep. As she held me, the cold press of her wedding band became a solemn reminder of her tether to the valley. The scent of her—the milk, the deep musk—was a brand.

When it was finished, we lingered. She spoke once, her voice low and steady. “Go back to your books, Master,” she said, using the formal address for the first and last time. “This valley holds what it holds.”

The last milk exchange was cold and silent. She poured the cream. We did not touch. My pot was heavier than usual. Inside, wrapped in cloth, was a single, smooth, black river stone, worn round by water, still faintly carrying the scent of cow and earth. It was everything—a heavy, silent truth. I nodded.

I left the hills two hours later, the round stone heavy in my coat pocket. The mountains receded. But the visceral memory of her warmth, her strength, and the brief, absolute ruin she brought to my life was now a permanent, burning secret.

The days after that one accidental, sinful glimpse of Ragini Bhabhi’s waist were pure torture for me. I couldn’t focus anywhere. College lectures? Just noise. Football practice? Total waste.

I was only running around, but my mind was stuck on one thing. The moment when her saree moved in the wind, and I saw her deep navel. So neat, so perfect. Like some fucking magnet pulling my eyes.

Married woman or not, it didn’t matter. That image kept coming back like some curse. Every time I stepped out of my room, my eyes would automatically go towards her flat, hoping maybe she would open the door, maybe I would see her again.

And honestly, my stomach would twist with excitement mixed with fear. I used to get hard just like that, without any reason.

By Sunday evening, I was restless like anything. I was lying on bed, shorts loose, scrolling Insta reels and all, when suddenly ‘thak thak thak.’ Knock on my door. My heart jumped.

Who now? The landlord never comes without telling. My friends don’t visit here. I quickly adjusted my crotch and opened the door.

And fuck me… it was her.

Ragini bhabhi. Saree in dark green, blouse so tight on her boobs that I literally forgot how to breathe. Pallu is just hanging casually on the shoulder, showing some collarbone, her skin glowing in the yellow corridor light.

I swear in that moment, no woman on earth looked hotter. She was holding one steel dabba, wrapped in cloth.

“Namaste, Saurav ji,” she said. Her voice was soft, sweet. A little hesitant, but it melted in my ear.

I almost choked. “Y-yeah bhabhi,” I replied, trying hard not to stare at her cleavage.

“Rudresh told me you live alone… so I thought maybe you want some home food.” She stretched out the dabba.

When our fingers touched, a shock went straight down. My cock twitched instantly. I swallowed and stammered, “Th-thank you.”

She stood there one second more, like she wanted to say something else, then she just turned to leave.

And like an idiot, I blurted out, “Bhabhi… you want to come inside?”

She paused. Her eyes flickered, like she was confused. Maybe fear, maybe curiosity, I don’t know. But before she could answer, a door in the hall opened, creaked. She suddenly pulled her saree tight around herself and said, “I have to go. See you.”

And just like that, she left. I stood holding the hot dabba, watching her hips sway as she walked away.

That night I ate like a madman. Every bite felt like her. Spicy, tasty, full of flavour. While chewing, I kept imagining her rolling rotis, bangles clinking when she mixed curry, her fingers dipped in masala. My dick went hard again just thinking about how those same fingers would feel on my skin.

Fuck, it was like eating her. The next evening, I found myself outside her flat with the empty dabba. Like a fucking puppy. Knocked on the door.

Who opens? Rudresh bhaiyya.

Arre yaar.

“Ah, Saurav ji!” he smiled widely. “Returning dabba? Good, good.”

“Yeah, Bhaiyya, thank you. The food was really nice.”

“Come inside, come inside! Ragini made biryani today. You must try.”

For a second, I thought, No, it will look bad. But the smell of biryani and, honestly, the temptation to see her again, I stepped in.

Their house was simple, small. Some family photos on the wall. Rudresh looks proud in all pictures. Bhabhi was standing next to him with a polite smile.

And then she came out.

From the kitchen, carrying plates. Saree today was yellow, tight on her curves. The blouse was a little loose at the neck, and when she bent to keep things on the table, the neckline opened enough to give me a view of her cleavage. I froze. She noticed.

Our eyes met. She caught me looking. Her cheeks turned pink immediately.

Fuck.

“Sit, sit!” Rudresh patted my back. “Ragini, give him a plate also.”

She nodded, avoided my eyes, and went inside again.

Dinner started. Honestly, I don’t remember the taste. I was too busy stealing glances. Every time she leaned to serve, the saree shifted, showing her bare waist. Once her hip brushed my arm, I almost jumped. My fingers were itching badly to touch that skin.

Then, when she passed me water, our fingers touched, and we stayed for a moment, like a small electric spark. I looked at her. She was already looking at me. Her lips opened slightly.

Then Rudresh’s voice came. “So, Saurav, how’s college?”

I snapped out. Gave some useless answer. Couldn’t even focus. My eyes are only on bhabhi. She looked all flustered, like she was burning inside but couldn’t say anything.

That night in my bed, I just lost it. I kept imagining her waist, her ass moving under that saree, her shy eyes when I got caught staring. My hand was already inside my shorts before I even thought. I started stroking myself fast, imagining my tongue circling her navel.

My lips are sucking on her milky waist; her hips are grinding on my lap. Guilt and excitement are both mixed. I groaned into a pillow, cum shot all over my stomach. Only her face in my head.

The next morning, leaving for college, I heard sounds from their flat. They were arguing. Rudresh speaking softly, Bhabhi crying. My chest felt heavy, but I kept walking.

When I came back, Rudresh was standing outside with his boss. Fat potbelly fellow, slimy smile, eyes going up and down on Bhabhi like a hungry dog. She was standing in the doorway, holding her pallu tight like a shield.

The boss was cracking nasty jokes in Kannada, double-meaning types. Rudresh, poor fellow, was smiling, trying to please him.

Then the boss said, “Arrey Rudresh, your wife is too shy! Tell her to join us for drinks.” And he even touched her shoulder. She flinched.

My blood boiled.

I walked fast, footsteps loud. They all turned.

“Ah, Saurav!” Rudresh forced a smile. “Back from practice? Late today, haan.”

“Yeah Bhaiyya,” I said, my eyes only on Bhabhi. Relief flashed in her eyes seeing me.

The boss frowned. “Who is this?”

“My neighbour,” Rudresh said quickly.

I ignored him. Looked at Ragini. “Bhabhi, I need help with my food tonight. Please?”

Her lips parted. She nodded fast and went inside. The boss grumbled, but Rudresh calmed him and dragged him away.

As they left, I looked back. She was peeking from half-open door. Our eyes met. She mouthed, Thank you.

Two days passed. Rudresh went on a trip. The whole flat area felt too quiet. My mind is restless. Then, Thursday evening, the phone buzzed. Unknown number.

“Hello… It’s Ragini. Can you come to my flat? Need some help.”

My heart almost stopped. She had my number? Must be Rudresh who gave.

I typed back: haan bhaabi, swalpa hottili barthini.

Her door was slightly open. I knocked softly. “Bhabhi?”

“Come in,” her voice came.

Inside smelled of jasmine mixed with masala. She was near the balcony, back facing me, struggling with her saree pleats. Saree today was dark blue, shining in the tube light.

“This pin came out… I can’t fix it. Need to go out soon,” she said, cheeks red.

My throat went dry. She called me… for this?

“You want me to… help?”

She hesitated, then nodded slowly.

I stepped closer, hands shaking. My fingers touched her waist as I tried to tuck in the pleats. Her skin is warm. Her blouse had slid up, showing her navel. My breath got stuck.

“Tighter,” she whispered.

I pulled the saree tight around her hips. My knuckles touched her belly button. She gasped.

“Sorry,” I muttered, but I didn’t remove my hand.

Her back leaned into my chest while I pinned the saree. Her perfume filled my head.

Then she turned suddenly. Our faces are inches apart. Her eyes looked straight into mine, lips open.

“I don’t like how you see me,” she said softly.

My stomach flipped. “What?”

“Your eyes. They’re always… here.” She touched her own waist, then traced above her navel slowly.

I swallowed hard. “I… can’t help it.”

“Why not?” she whispered, stepping closer.

“It’s just… I have a fetish. For this.”

Her eyebrows went up. But she didn’t move back. “Fetish?” she repeated the word, tasting it. “And you don’t even hide it.”

“I try. But with you… impossible.”

She chuckled. “Ridiculous boy.” Then her eyes lit up. “What if I don’t want you to stop?”

My heart hammered like a drum. “Then I won’t.”

Her breath mixed with mine. Suddenly, my hands grabbed her waist, fingers digging into her bare skin. She gasped, but didn’t push me away. I ran my thumb around her navel. She shivered and grabbed my shoulders tight.

“Sam…” she whispered.

I kissed her.

At first soft, clumsy. She was shy, inexperienced. But when I groaned into her lips, she melted completely, pressing against me. Her hands went in my hair, pulling me.

I pinned her to the wall, mouth hungry. My hands roam everywhere: her hips, her breasts over the blouse. I brushed her nipple, she gasped, chest arching.

“We… we can’t,” she said, breathing hard, but her body pressed into mine.

I kissed her more deeply, tongue sliding into her. She clawed my back, desperate. Then suddenly thud. Loud door slam outside. We froze.

Her eyes were wide with fear. She pushed me back, quickly fixing the saree. I caught her wrist. “Bhabhi… you want me to go?”

Her eyes were full of fear and desire both.

“Not now,” she whispered. Then she pushed me slowly towards the door, breathing fast-fast.

I stepped out, heart beating like a dhol in my chest. She was inside, trembling, lips swollen, saree all messed up again.

One thing I knew, this was only the beginning.

Hi ISS readers, I am Krish. I am 40 and an executive working and settled in Seattle (USA). I am a loving husband and a father of a young son, but I am so tired of living this monotonous life. I long for sexual gratification, but I also intend to ensure some stability for my family, too.

That’s where I met Kanika, a 38-year-old woman in pursuit of a sexual interest. She’s 38, clever, self-assured, and pretty. We understood each other on the spot, and both had an alignment to keep things discreet. She did not want to risk her family commitments for a scintilla of happiness that we both were chasing.

We had an instant spark – not to mention one we couldn’t ignore. It got started with a paid discreet extramarital affair site in the US.

One day at work, I was bored and frustrated, so I logged into one of the extramarital affair dating sites. Within minutes, I was on a profile called Kanika, and we were talking about similar interests, like me, in our profiles.

I asked her in a random manner through the premium message, “What are you looking for in men here?”

The response came almost instantly.

“I crave a man who takes control. Someone who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to take it.”

Reading it twice, the words coursed through my veins.

“Control, huh? I can handle that,” I said. I kept thinking about it. How far was too far? I took a deep breath then typed, “What constitutes being ‘taken’ for you?” I tossed in a winking emoji, thinking, ‘What if she doesn’t respond? What if she does?’

Then her reply popped onto my screen, “Blindfolded. Hands tied behind my back. Helpless.” The words were blunt, deliberate, and my penis reacted to them before my brain could. This was more than flirting.

“And what would you want me to do while you’re … helpless?” I typed the words, weighing the weight of every letter. “How far would I go depending on the team I’m tangoing with?” I responded with anticipation that she would disclose more to me.

A few seconds later, she started posting her picture to me via the album share feature of the dating app. In the photo, Kanika was lying on her bed, soft and inviting as she splayed out her curves.

A silk scarf was tied around her eyes, the fabric stark against her skin. Her breasts were full, nipples taut, and the shadows between her legs hinted at something I couldn’t stop staring at.

I zoomed in my lens and tracked the lines of her body with my eyes, my breath catching in my throat. My penis pushed up against my slacks, the fabric suddenly too tight, too restricting.

Just then, the reminder of the work meeting popped up on my desktop, and I knew it – I needed to go to work, with a nice apology to Kanika and a commitment that we will continue to talk.

I completed the meetings very late at night, but still had the picture of Kanika, blindfolded and vulnerable, etched into my memory. The silk scarf, exposed skin, invitation to take control – all over again.

When I reached home and entered the shower, and shut my eyes, attempting to drown out Kanika’s body, but it didn’t help. Her face with a blindfold on, her parted lips, her hips bent; it burned into my mind.

Finished showering, I went to sleep next to my wife, who was in deep sleep, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how I had been flirting with Kanika. I quietly logged into the dating app and found her online.

I messaged her to open up again and be flirtatious, “I missed you a little bit in my day.”

“A little bit?” In her playful tone, she asked. “Or a lot?”

I could almost imagine her leaning back in her chair, smirking and daring me honestly. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily, deeply, almost before I knew it was an answer that she had chosen.

“Okay, a lot,” I typed. “What now?” The message came, and I froze. Her reply pierced all the tension.

“Now, you tell me what you really want.” I flinched. And the question hung there, heavy and dangerous.

My wife moved next to me, her hand grazing mine, in sleep. I pulled away, guilt stabbing at me all of a sudden. The excitement of this, the secrecy, the forbidden – it was already pulling me in.

I typed quickly, “I want to see you. I want to touch you. I want to taste you.” I stopped, then said, “I want to fuck you as though I have to because my marriage depends on it.”

The long silence was thick and stifling, and I waited for her response. I felt I could not breathe anymore.

Then the screen lit, and her reply was instantaneous, like a flash in the dark.

“Good,” she wrote. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

I looked at the screen. I could see my heart racing, and knew I could never turn back. Her message blared across my screen, slicing through the darkness like a knife.

“Tell me,” she wrote in a daring tone, “what exactly you want to do when you taste me.”

Now, I swallowed hard, the question on my mind. My wife moved beside me, holding her breath. I looked at her, then at the screen, my fingers shaking as I typed.

“I want to taste every inch of you now,” I replied, words flowing out more quickly than I might have dared to think of. “Starting with your neck, those soft little hairs at the base – then your shoulders…”

I paused, heart pounding, thinking whether to go too far. But her reply came rather quickly, and that fiery word lit something primal in me.

“Down to my breasts,” she said, her voice a low murmur in my brain. “Tell me about my breasts, Krish.” I paused; my mouth was dry, thoughts were running all over the place.

How exactly could I say what I’d only imagined?

“They’re perfect,” I typed, deleting and retyping until it felt perfect. “The perfect handful. I want to have them in my hands, to press gently, to tease your nipples until they’re hard.” My jaw closed as I slammed ‘Send,’ the truth hanging in the air like a confession.

“And then?” she said, her voice tough and persistent. I was almost able to see her grin, lips rolled up in such a way as to make my stomach turn.

I wrote, my fingers moving, “I want to suck on them in waves until you are moaning and begging me to stop. I want to keep them moist and swollen, wanting more.” The words were weird, electric, not my words. But those were mine, and I couldn’t take them back.

She replied immediately, “And where does your tongue wander after my breasts, Krish?” That question loomed large, laden with the expectation.

My chest constricted, my breaths shallow and uneven, as if the room had suddenly run out of oxygen.

“Lower,” I said, my fingers trembling over the screen. “I want to kiss your navel right down to your thighs, wetter than ever before, hungrier than ever, until you’re squirming beneath me.” The words felt like threats, like a thread strung loose. They were electric.

“Tell me more about my stomach,” she said, the low, methodical quiet of an adult savoring each syllable. “What do you see? What do you taste?”

I shut my eyes, the image on my side burning behind my lids – the smooth curve of her belly, the slight rise and fall of her breath.

“I see perfection,” I wrote. “A canvas of soft skin, crying out for exploration, for a title.”

“The taste?” she pressed the point across, teeth biting me, teeth pushing back. “What does my skin taste like, Krish?”

“Like honey,” I said. “Sweet and warm, with a little salt. I want to lick all of you and you’ll shake, and you will beg me for more.” A long thick silence broke between me, and I questioned whether I’d gone too far.

Then she sent another message, “Don’t end at my belly, Krish. You got my whole body to play with.” I was sweating in cold due to excitement and nervousness. “Then I’m going south,” I kept typing. “To the beautiful joints. Your thighs came apart, your heat rising to meet me.” The cursor blinked, taunting me.

Her message was very harsh, and to her, it was one such line: “Tell me what you’ll do when you’re there.”

My fingers trembled and I typed, “I’ll kiss your thighs,” I wrote, “beginning at your knees, working my way up, teasing and tasting until you are begging me to stop.” The words were the boldest.

Her reply was instant. “And what will you find when you get there, Krish? What are you looking for?”

I closed my eyes, picturing soft, fragile skin. “A sweet, swollen paradise. I wanna bury my face in you, savor every sip of your nectar.” It was as if the response were all in one person and all together sending a shot through my bloodstream.

The screen flashed again, and her words blazed down the dark, “Show me, Krish. Show me what you would do with your tongue.”

I was shaking but still replied, “I was going to part your lips with my fingers, and then I would slip my tongue inside, feeling every inch of you, the sweetness, the saltiness, the heat.” These words seemed dangerous, electric, self-evident. “I’d pull at the end to tease your clit with the tip of my tongue,” I continued, “flicking and swirling, getting you going with excitement until you’re begging me to stop.”

As my heart raced, I continued, ”And then,” I typed, breath catching in my throat, “I’d suck on you, hard and deep, till you’re moaning and arching your back, your body trembling with pleasure.”

Her response was immediate, “Tell me about the sounds I’m going to make, Krish. What would I sound like when you’re eating me?”

“You would groan; you’d gasp. You’d scream my name,” I replied.

Then her reply came, “Just think of my fingers, Krish. What about my hands while you’re down there?”

My breath caught. I took a breath out, surprised by the question. By now, my hands were already under my trousers, jerking myself so slowly back and forth. I asked her frankly, “Are you playing with yourself?”

Her reply came instantly, “Of course, and I am loving it. 5 minutes for the Grand Finale. Please pace your jerking as you go.”

She was so smart; I was bemused because she knew what I was doing. “Your hands?” I typed.

“Yes, my hands. What would you do with them?” she replied.

I wrote, “You’d clutch the sheets. You’d run your fingers through my hair, pulling me in closer, forcing me on, telling exactly what you want, what you need. You’d reach down and touch yourself, leading, showing me along, until all at once you’d explode in my mouth.”

I received a message and dropped the phone on the bed, my hands shaking as I had just liberated myself and shed a great load of sperm in my trousers. The silence hung dense.

My wife’s breathing was steady alongside me, much better than the chaos in my head. The phone buzzed again.

“You are amazing, man. I never had this kind of orgasm with my husband as we had real sex. You made a huge fire inside me.” I chuckled at the sentiment and replied that from the Bollywood film Mann, “Aaag to lagni hi thi, petrol jo sath tha.”

We laughed at it both and ended our talk by promising to push it a little further in the coming days.

*****

Well, this is my account of sexting with Kanika. In the next episode, I will tell you how we met in a hotel, which was a more steamy experience.

If you are a female reader who shares some of the same interests as mine in Seattle or West Coast USA, or engages in similar sexting around the globe, then please reach out to me at [email protected].

Hello friends! Main Priya, aap sabka meri outdoor fantasy ki story mein swagat karti hu. Dusra part deri se aa raha hai kyoki ye meri pehli series hai.

Ab sare part submit kar rahi hu to aapko puri series ek sath mil jayegi. Aur pata chalega ki mere sath kya kya hua. Ek sidhi sadhi achchhi ladki se apne apartment ke watchman ki kutiya aur gulam banne ka safar aapko bataungi.

To aap sab mere bare mein jaante hi hai. Fir bhi main bata deti hu ki mera figure hai 34C-28-32. Apne pehla part nahi padha to padh lijiyega. To apka jyada time na lete hue main story par ati hu.

Jaise ki apko pata hai ki mere mummy papa dur kisi gao mein shadi mein gaye hai. Main ghar par akeli nangi rehne ke pure plan ke sath apni outdoor fantasy ko experience kar rahi hu. Main road per raat ke 2 baje nangi chal rahi hu.

Abhi abhi men’s washroom se moot aur tatti chakhkar ayi hu jo mujhe bohut pasand ayi thi.

Ab aage. Main road par chal rahi thi par mujhe dar nahi lag raha tha. Mujhe ghar jaisa hi lag raha tha. To maine ungli karne ki sochi. Main road ke bicho bich beth gayi. Apne pair fela diye aur chut mein teen ungliyan daalkar fingering karne lagi.

Mujhe maza aa raha tha. Maine aankh band kar di aur ek dusre hath se nipples ko dabate hue fingering karti rahi. Aur das minutes baad wahi road par jhad gayi aur apna paani nikal diya.

Apni ungliyan muh mein lekar jibh se chatkar maine apna pani chakha jo ki bohut pasand aya mujhe. Maine road se chatne ke liye position change ki aur kutiya ban gai aur chatne lagi. Bahot achcha lag raha tha.

Mujhe ab pata chal raha tha ki kutiya ban ke chudne mein kitna maza aata hoga. Par main to abhi tak virgin thi. Lekin kutiya banne mein jo maza tha. Main road par kutiya bankar hi chalne lagi. Agar koi gale mein patta bandhkar mujhe khichta to kesa lagta.

Par kya kare koi nahi tha main khud hi chal rahi thi kutiya ki tarah bina patte ke. Par chalte chalte mujhe pata nahi chala ke kab main ghum fir kar wapis apne apartment tak pahoch gayi thi. Watchman ne mujhe dekh liya.

Woh mere pass aya meri gaand par tin char chaante mare. Mere baal pakad kar khich kar mujhe gate ke ander le gaya aur bola.

Watchman:  Priya, kya maal hai tu. Mujhe pata tha tu ekdam sexy aur hot hai. Kapdo ke uper se hi bohut hot dikhti hai tu. Sirf socha tha ki tujhe chodne mein kitna maza ayega. Khayalo mein to kitni baar choda hai tujhe.

Main: Sachin, please mujhe chhod do. Main fir se nahi karungi kuch bhi aesa wesa.

Sachin: Randi, tere mummy papa ke jate hi tujhe chodna chahta tha par kaise chodta tujhe ye samajh nahi aa raha tha. Lekin tu behen ki lodi nangi sadko par ghumti hui mil jaayegi ye nahi socha tha woh kutiya banakar. Saali raand.

Main: Sachin, please. Mujhe jaane do. Main kuch bhi karungi lekin abhi mujhe jaane do.

Sachin: Jaane dene ka man to nahi hai lekin 5 baj gaye hai aur tere jesi randi ko to achche se chodne mein hi maza hai. Jaldi jaldi mein maza nahi ayega. Terrace par store room hai tu waha par rahegi jab tak tere mummy papa nahi aa jate. Main khana aur pani de jaaunga. Raat ko tere hi ghar par tere hi room mein chodunga achche se. Roj chodunga.

Main: Thik hai par mummy papa ko mat batana. Kisiko bhi mat batana. Jab chaho mujhe chod sakte ho.

Sachin: Chup saali raand. Jaisa main bolunga tu karegi. Chal abhi mera lund chus ander tak le kar. Aur mera sara maal pi ja. Chal saali chus professional randi ki tarah.

Sachin mere boobs par chaante marta hai. Maine sachin ki pent niche ki. Uski underwear bhi niche ki. Aur uska 10-inch ka lund meri aankhon ke samne tha jise dekhkar main dar gayi. Main 2-week Tak is se chudne wali thi dekhakar hi meri chut ki aur meri fat rahi thi.

Maine uska Lund hath mein pakda aur tope ki skin piche ki. Lund ke tope ko kiss kiya aur muh mein le liya aur chusne lagi. Thodi der baad maine pura lund ander le liya jo ki mere gale tak jaa raha tha.

Sachin: Sali randi kya chusti hai. Achche se chus.

Main apni jeebh ghumane lagi aur chusne lagi aur lund muh ke ander bahar karne lagi. Thodi der baad sachin ne mera sar pakda aur jor se mera muh chodne laga.

Usne 15 minutes Tak Mera muh choda aur apna saara pani mere muh mein hi chhod diya aur mujhe pine ko bola.  Main sab pi gayi. Mujhe pasand aya.

6 bajne wale the isliye Sachin mujhe terrace par le aya aur store room mein lock kar diya. Main waha par fingering karti rahi aue so gayi. Sachin dopahar ko aur raat ko khana lekar aata aur pani ko char bottles de jaata.

Lekin jab bhi woh aata mere muh mein mut ke jata. Use achcha lagta tha aur mujhe pasand tha mut pina. Aur raat ko 11 bajte hi woh mujhe terrace se mere ghar mein mere room mein le jaata.

Aur puri raat mujhe mere hi palang par chodta. Puri raat meri palangtod chudai hoti. Niche security par koi nahi rehta tha. Woh subah 6 baje mujhe fir se terrace par store room mein lock karke duty par chala jaata.

Roj raat ko main usse chudti thi. Par ek din woh mujhe dopahar mein chodne ghar le gaya aur meri gaand maar li. Aur us raat ke baad woh meri chut aur gaand dono ko chodta tha. Woh har raat ko sab record karta tha.

Par ek raat ko woh record karne ki jagah live ho gaya ek pornsite par aur mujhe cam girl bana diya. Aur free main mera show chala diya. Usne mere hath aur pair bandh diye. Aur cam show par announce kar diya ki viewers jo bhi bolenge woh mere sath karega. Kuch bhi karega.

Viewers ko mera real name, Insta ID, aur WhatsApp number bata diya usne. Address nahi bataya. Fir viewers ki demand par ek love blowjob. Usne meri gaand aur chut bhi maari aur stretch karke dikhayi cam per.

Clothes pin ko mere nipples par lagakar apne belt se jhatke se kar nikala. Viewers ne kya kya karvaya mere nipples ke sath. Yaha tak ki usne jalti mombatti meri chut ko chhute hue rakh di aur mujhe kiss kar raha tha.

Karib ek minute tak usme meri chut ko jalaya mombatti se. Bahot kuch kiya usne viewers ki sari demand puri ki. Lekin jab mere mummy papa wapis aye usse pehle usne mujhe chhod diya.

Maine papa ke room se chabi li aur almari kholkar kapde pehen liye. Lekin Sachin roj tin char baar mujhse lund chuswata aur ab roj raat ko mujhe gate ke pass chudne jana pad raha tha.

Par jise main bohut bura samajh rahi thi woh to achchha nikla. Sala kamina bohut tha par. Usne mummy papa ko mere outdoor fantasy ke bare mein sab bata diya. Usne mujhe kis halat mein dekha tha woh bhi bata diya.

Usne photos bhi dikhaye kuch jo usne liye is din. Mummy papa ne mujhe bohut daanta. Sachin ke phone mein se sab delete karva diya. Sachin ne mujhe chodne wali aur live cam show wali baat nahi batati.

Kamine ne mummy papa ko batakar mujhe age aur kuch jyada galat karne se rokne ka plan banaya aur unke ane se pehle Tak achche se chod bhi liya. Kya chalaki ki usne. Yaha tak ki saree chudai ke videos aur live cam show wale videos abhi bhi uske paas the.

Par mummy papa ne ghar bech diya aur shehar chhod diya. Humne state hi change kar diya aur abhi abhi naye Ghar mein shift hue hai. Unhone mera doctor ke paas ilaj bhi karwaya ki main fir se outdoor fantasy na karu.

Par maine doctor se chudva liya aur ilaj ho gaya esa certificate bhi le liya. Aur mummy papa ka bharosa bhi jit liya.

Is Priya ne ab lund ka swad chakh liya hai aur chut bhi lund ke liye pyasi rehti hai. Par mummy papa ke bohut restrictions hai. Lekin apki yeh kutiya Priya chudne ka rasta nikal hi legi. Aur apke liye nayi series lekar ayegi. Ye series yahi par khatam hoti hai.

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Sirf aap sab ke liye banaya hai. Aur ha koi lund mujhe chodna chahta ho to bhi contact kar sakta hai, lekin mujhe impress karna padega. Asani se nahi milegi ye chut. Aur agar kisi ko chut mein bohut pyaas hai to woh bhi contact kar sakti hai.

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“Sorry ke bacche. Remove your hands from that thing. Let me see what your problem is,” said Mamata Aunty, coming closer and standing before me.

I never in my wildest dreams thought that I was going to be caught by Mamata Aunty like this. I looked up at her while she was looking down at my crotch. Knowing that she won’t relent, I took my hands from my cock. It sprang up and down as soon as it was released.

Mamata Aunt’s eyes got wide seeing my cock jumping up and down in excitement. I saw her right hand going down below my cock, and in the next second, my balls were being cupped by her soft hand. I groaned in ecstasy, and my cock hit her on her fist like a sledgehammer.

I saw a kinky smile on her face as she toyed and played with my hanging balls, gently, very gently. My balls were very stiff as they had stored my cum from the past few days. Pre-cum was dripping profusely from the cock tip. She observed that.

She brought her hand up from the balls and placed her palm directly on the cock tip. My pre-cum made her palm wet and got her palm wet with my juices. The next second, I was shocked. Mamata Aunty suddenly gripped my cock tightly at the base and tugged it hard. I lost my balance and stumbled forward on her.

I tried to hold her shoulders for support. But she pushed me back with her free left hand. I fell back against the water tank wall. She was behaving like a school teacher who was reprimanding her naughty student for behaving badly. She moved her hand up and down my cock.

She was trying to jerk me in slow motion with no hurry whatsoever. I could feel my own cum on my cock. It had lubricated her palm for easy jerking. I felt like I was in heaven as this was the first time a woman was holding my cock. To my surprise, my own Aunt was jerking me off and helping me to reach an orgasm.

“This is the first ‘TUNNE’ (Penis in Kannada), I am seeing after my husband’s, and I am holding it too. OMG, I am holding and jerking my own brother’s son’s cock. I don’t know what more I have to see at this age?” Mamata Aunty spoke, keeping her head down, watching my cock as she jerked it.

Seeing me silent, Mamata Aunty looked up, kept staring at me while she jerked my cock slowly. I couldn’t help but groan in ecstasy as her tender hand moved up and down my cock. Due to her constant hand moment, her saree pallu slid and fell at her feet, exposing her gorgeous nipples with blouse on, of course.

I couldn’t help but stare at her massive mounds and the deep cleavage between the blouse hooks while she tugged my cock hardly. Her breasts were swaying gently, but they were held tightly by the blouse and bra. Otherwise, they would have danced before my eyes if they were naked.

“Why are you silent. Am I doing it properly, Rajesh? I used to do it for your Uncle when he was alive to get him erect. But I am doing it to bring it down. What an irony,” Mamata Aunty said, tugging my cock harder. My eyes were on her swaying breasts.

Mamata Aunty saw my eyes fixed on her breasts, and I saw a faint smile on her face. “Is this what you were lusting for, Rajesh?” Mamata Aunty asked me.

“What, Aunty?” I said in an innocent tone.

“My breasts, dumb boy. I now know that you were feeling my breasts with your face in the room. Did my breasts arouse you so much?” She asked me again.

“Yes, yes. Aunty,” I said, admitting shamelessly.

“Then what were your hands doing behind my back, Rajesh?” Mamata Aunty asked again.

“When Aunty,” I asked her again. She now knew how I groped her in the room when she was consoling me.

Mamata Aunty pulled my cock harder and said, “While I was hugging and consoling you, fool. Were you taking measurements of my ass to get me panties?”

“No, Aunty, I was just hugging you,” I said with a half-smile.

“Don’t lie to me, boy. I am 25 years older than you, and don’t forget I raised you after your mother died. I could feel your fingers moving all over my back and ass. I thought it was son’s touch but didn’t realise that you are a man now and busy feeling all over my body, you dirty boy,” She said, smiling now.

Seeing her smiling, I got bolder and said, “Yes, Aunty, I couldn’t help myself seeing your hot and sexy body so close, and I got carried away.”

“Again lies. Do I look sexy at this 45-year age?” She said.

“Oh, are you 45. I thought you were still 30,” I said, laughing at my own joke.

“If I am 30, then my 22-year-old daughter Priya is still 8, you fool,” Mamata Aunty said, bringing her face close to mine.

I saw her lips closely and thought of kissing her red-hot lips and seeing how soft they were, but stopped. Instead, I chided her, saying, “I thought you were Priya’s elder sister and not her mom.”

Mamata Aunty laughed out loud and said, “You know how to praise and seduce women. Did you learn this from your Dad?”

“Did you help my Dad like this after my mother’s death, Aunty?” I asked her curiously.

Mamata Aunty glared at me with piercing eyes and said angrily, “Shut up, besharam. I don’t know what my brother will be thinking seeing me helping you like this. May God rest his soul in peace.”

Since Mamata Aunty was holding my cock firmly and jerking me hard, I was feeling pain. I kept my hand and tried to slow her down. She looked at me and asked, “How long are you going to take to cum, Chinnu?”

“Sorry, Aunty. Usually, I cum early, I don’t know why it’s taking so long today,” I confessed.

“My husband, I mean your Uncle, would have split out by now. I should admit that you have good withholding power. Your future wife is a lucky girl,” She said.

“Why will she be lucky, Aunty?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

“Ah, because you can go on and on at her for a very long time. That’s why I said she will be very lucky,” Mamata Aunty said, jerking my cock faster, spoke again,” Why this damn THING is not going down. Tell me what will make this THING COOL DOWN.”

Instead of answering her, I stared at her breast mounds and cleavage shamelessly, and she noticed that. “You were so brave to fondle my body when I hugged you. Why are you hesitating now and standing like a zombie?” Mamata Aunty asked by lifting my chin with her free left hand.

I stared at her and knew she was not joking. My mouth went dry hearing her offer. Nervously, finally, I asked her, “Can I touch them, Aunty?”

Mamata Aunt’s face beamed with a big smile and said, “What do you want to touch Chinnu?”

Was she testing me, I wondered. Nevertheless, I asked again, “Can I touch your boobs, Aunty?”

Mamata Aunty laughed loudly and said, “I thought you were never going to ask. I know that nowadays, boys want to feel women’s breasts and nothing else. Yes, you can, but on one condition.”

I had raised both my hands to grope her breasts, but stopped hearing her. “What condition, Aunty?” I asked her.

“I want you to kiss me. But not as my nephew, like a ‘MAN,” Mamata Aunty said, blushing, inviting me to kiss her. I saw her biting her lower lip with her teeth, with her tongue protruding out of her lips. I couldn’t believe my own ears.

My naïve, pious housewife Aunty was asking me to kiss her and inviting me to feel and touch her breasts. What more can a 21-year-old man ask for? First, the kiss on her breasts, I was in a dilemma, and she herself cleared my confusion.

Holding my cock firmly at the base, Mamata Aunty leaned forward, bringing her shivering lips close to mine. I could see sweat beads forming on her upper lip on that cold night. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips on hers, feeling a mature woman’s lips and saliva for the first time.

Down, my hands had moved up and cupped both her breasts on the blouse, and gave a gentle squeeze to test their softness. They took different shapes as I pressed them hard.

Mamata Aunty moaned in my mouth as my hands pressed her massive breasts, showing no mercy. She quickly took my upper lip in her mouth and started sucking it. Her lower lip was in my mouth, and she was urging me to suck it. I sucked her soft lips, tasting her saliva.

My thumbs were trying to locate her nipples, but I was not able to. Getting desperate, I dug both my hands fingers into her blouse from the top and felt her naked breasts’ skin, which was very soft and warm as I imagined. My fingers encountered her bra strap.

I slid my fingers inside the tight bra straps, hoping to reach the final destination, her nipples. Which I was eager to feel. Finally, my fingers touched her nipples, and I held both nipples and gave a light squeeze. I found them hard and knew she was very much aroused.

Taking advantage of the situation, I pushed both my hands inside her bra. I was hoping to cup her full, naked breasts. In that melee, I felt one or two of her blouse hooks giving up. Since the blouse was loose now, my hands freely went inside her bra.

Now my hands were cupping her full, naked breasts and pressing them as I wanted to. As both my hands were touching and feeling my Aunt’s naked breasts, she got wild, took my tongue in her mouth and started sucking it like a lollipop.

We were both breathing hard and sucking each other’s saliva like there was no tomorrow. I felt her hand releasing my cock, and both her hands embraced me across my back. Mamata Aunty got more aggressive in kissing my lips and sucking my tongue. She pushed her own tongue inside my mouth.

I got the hint. I sucked her tongue, and it was soft and sweet as I was beginning to like her saliva taste. As she had leaned on me, I was not able to squeeze her breasts properly like before. But my cock was on her naked tummy skin and was trying to dig a hole in her.

The poor thing didn’t know that the door to heaven was a few inches below. Will she give me her pussy to fuck? That was the next big question. Nevertheless, I was enjoying feasting her soft lips, tender tongue and her groping her massive breasts.

Five minutes later, we were both gasping for air as we were kissing nonstop. Mamata Aunty took her lips off mine and stood properly. For the first time, I saw her as a woman filled with lust rather than the motherly nature she had.

“Sorry, Chinnu. I got carried away like you. Hope you didn’t mind my aggression, baby,” Mamata Aunty said, looking in my eyes.

Chinnu, Rajesh and now baby. “It’s ok, Aunty. I enjoyed it more than you. Thanks for your cooperation.” I said, staring at her blouse. Since the top two hooks were torn, the blouse flaps were parted. Her breasts were trying to pop out from the blouse top as much as possible.

My cock danced up and down in joy, and she observed that. Taking her eyes off my cock, staring at me and seeing my eyes on her breasts, Mamata Aunty said,” Are you not yet satisfied with them. You just now held them in your hands, Chinnu?”

Instead of answering her, I stood staring at her twin treasures, licking my lips. Knowing that I wanted more, Mamata Aunty thrust her chest towards me, and she said, “I know you are not satisfied by touching them. Be my guest, help yourself and do whatever you want with them, but come quickly, Chinnu.”

I looked at her and knew she meant business. Hurriedly, lifting both my hands, I unhooked the remaining 3 hooks of her blouse and pushed the flaps aside to expose the white bra she was wearing. The damn bra hook was at the back. I looked at her for permission, and she nodded.

Taking my hands behind her back, I tried to locate the bra hook, which was easy to find. I struggled for a few seconds to unhook the bra and finally succeeded. The bra cups plunged forward along with her massive breasts as it got unhooked.

Holding the bra cups in both her hands, she was preventing her breasts from getting naked. Mamata Aunty mocked me with her tongue sticking out. I don’t know what happened to me, holding the bra at the centre, I tugged it down forcefully. The bra straps slid down from her shoulders.

At the same instant, she took her hands away from her breasts, exposing them. It looked magnificent naked. I didn’t stop at that. I pulled the bra further down her shoulders, and it landed at her midriff. Now, Mamata Aunty was standing before me, topless and without any shame or guilt, exposing her melons to me.

“Is this what you wanted to see, right. It’s right in front of you. Go on, do whatever you want to do with them. But only for 5 minutes, and you should cum before that. Your clock has started ticking, Chinnu,” Mamata Aunty said in an urgent tone.

I knew that I could play with her breasts for only 5 minutes. I had to cum before that. Without wasting time, I grabbed her right breast at the base, holding it, I pulled her towards me. I mouthed the right nipple and started to suck it like a baby. My right hand went to her free left breast.

I started pressing it, and my thumb was tweaking the turgid nipple. I felt Aunt’s hand on my head, caressing and urging me to suck her breast like a mother does when she is breastfeeding her baby. I felt her free hand going down and taking possession of my cock, and she started masturbating me like before.

I knew I was not going to last longer if she jerked me like this. I now had her breasts to suck and to press. Morning, my Dad died and had possibly gone to heaven, and his sister was showing me heaven with her gorgeous body. Surely, I was in heaven at that instant.

I was not only sucking her nipple but also munching on the thick yet soft flesh. She was not minding that, as my teeth dug into the soft breast flesh, trying to milk her, which was not there. I got carried away and bit her soft breasts many times. She was busy jerking me and trying to make me cum as soon as possible.

But I was trying to withhold my impending orgasm. I wanted to enjoy my busty Aunty as long as possible. My cock was leaking pre-cum profusely, and her palm was lubricated, making it easy for her to jerk me. The time had stopped for me. I never wanted this to end.

I was getting so much pleasure from my Aunt. I didn’t bother to see if she was enjoying as much as I was. Human beings tend to think only about themselves and don’t bother to see if the partner is enjoying the same. I knew I was close to cum and wanted to warn her.

Taking the nipple of my mouth, I looked up at her and said,” I am close, Aunty.” Mamata Aunty at first didn’t realise what I was saying. She asked, “What happened. Did you get bored with my breasts? Ok, feel me down and don’t hesitate to touch me as you like.”

Mamata Aunty took my right hand, down to where she had tied her saree and petticoat. My goodness, she was offering her sacred womanhood voluntarily without asking. I knew she was asking for the return favour. How can I refuse such an offer to touch and feel her pussy?

I knew I had to control my orgasm for a few more minutes. The clever lady had untied the saree from its knot, and it had fallen at her feet like a heap. My fingers touched the petticoat cord and dipped it inside, trying to reach her mound as much as possible.

To my surprise, she was not wearing panties. It made my task easier to reach her pussy mound. While my right hand was trying to reach her pussy, Mamata Aunty pulled my mouth back to her breast. But this time, it was to her left breast, which was still not yet being taken care of.

Greedily, I took the nipple in my mouth and started munching on it. Down, my right hand felt her pubic hairs and moved further down. My fingers came in contact with her pussy slit. Not wasting any time, my middle finger moved up and down her slit, trying to find her opening.

Once I found it, I pushed my middle finger inside her, and her pussy opened up to my invading finger. It was trying to grip my finger tightly like a vice. She was very wet and was dripping lots of her juices. Her juice gave me enough lubrication to finger fuck her pussy.

Mamata Aunty and I got busy masturbating each other in the cold, night. She was groaning and moaning loudly as my finger plunged in and out of her moist pussy while she jerked me hard. Only the ‘puch’ ‘puch’ sounds which our hands were making during the mutual masturbations were heard.

I was busy sucking, no biting her soft, tender breast flesh while I finger fucked her and she jerked me off. Now I knew I couldn’t control myself anymore.

Taking my mouth off her nipple, I looked at her. Mamata Aunty stared back at me and asked,” Now what happened, Chinnu?”

“I am close, Aunty,” I said, showing my cock, which was in her hand.

“Oh my God. Finally, you are ready to shoot. Ok, cum in my hand. I will wash it later,” Mamata Aunty said with a sense of victory.

Moving my finger inside her pussy, I said,” Shall I cum inside you, Aunty?”

Mamata Aunt’s eyes widened when I asked her permission to fuck and to cum inside her. She flinched when my finger hit the bottom of her pussy.

Regaining herself, she said, “No, Chinnu, this is not the time nor the place to have sex. I helped you to have an orgasm, and I don’t say that I didn’t enjoy it. I can’t lie because your finger inside me vouches for that, as I am uncontrollable today. After a long time, I have lost my senses and am leaking like a slut. I never felt satisfied like this, even with your Uncle.”

I was heartbroken hearing her and knew all was over between us. I finger fucked her furiously and fucked her hand using all my force. “Take it, take it,” I shouted and started shooting my cum in her hand.

Mamata Aunty was startled at first by my aggressive behaviour. But quickly regained herself and pushed my cock between her thighs. My cock tip was touching my fingers, which were busy fingering her. I pulled my finger out of her, hoping to get my cock tip on her pussy lips.

But the petticoat was a hindrance. The first spurts of cum fell on her petticoat, directly on her mound, wetting the white petticoat. The next few jets of cum fell on the petticoat. I saw her staring at my cock, which was spewing cum like a cannon. The petticoat near her mound was totally soiled with my cum.

The cum flow subsided, and my cock went limp in her hand. Mamata Aunty squeezed my cock till the last few drops of cum spilt out. She pulled the foreskin back and wiped the mushroom head cleanly using her petticoat. Her hand left my cock, and she said,” Are you satisfied, Chinnu?”

Pulling my shorts and briefs up, which were at my feet, covering my cock, I said,” Ah, yes, Aunty. But I didn’t get to do the ultimate.”

Mamata Aunty pulled the bra up and placed her breasts inside the bra cup. She said, “There will always be a next time if you behave properly, and you shouldn’t boast of this incident with anyone. Not even a soul, nor in your dreams.” Saying she turned her back to me, indicating that I hook up her bra.

Hooking her bra, I caressed her naked back, took my hands to the front and cupped her breasts again. Pushing my hands away, Mamata Aunty turned towards me and said, “I can see your THING jumping in joy when you touched my breasts. Are you not yet satisfied with them? You did everything with them that your Uncle never did when he was alive. Now, be a good boy and come down. I had asked Priya to serve dinner to the guests. I don’t know what she will be thinking.”

“What. Priya has come,” I said in excitement, thinking of my elder cousin sister’s sexy body. If her mother could give me so much pleasure, I wondered what she would offer me.

“Don’t even think of Priya in your dreams, Rajesh. I will strangle you if you try to get cosy with her,” Mamata Aunty hissed angrily at me. I knew I would spoil my chances with Aunty if I tried to woo Priya, who had an awesome figure.

“No, Aunty. I casually asked. I consider Priya as my sister. Why should I think of her in a bad way?” I tried to say.

“You call me Aunty and the result is in front of you, “Mamata Aunty said, showing the cum stained petticoat.

I smiled like an innocent boy, and she hissed and said, “Wipe off the grin from your face and come down 5 minutes later.” Saying, Mamata Aunty hooked her blouse, took the saree from the floor, and wrapped it across her tummy urgently.

Looking presentable, Mamata Aunty turned to leave. I don’t know what happened to me. I hugged her and said, “Thanks for the lovely gift, Aunty.” She was about to speak, but I closed her lips with mine, tasting her soft lips again and savouring her saliva.

Keeping her hands on my chest, pushing me away, Mamata Aunty said, “My goodness, you are uncontrollable. I could feel your THING hard again, and it’s poking my stomach. Finish that beer and come down quickly, Chinnu.” Saying she left.

The story continues in the next part.

The story continues in the next part. Readers can email me at [email protected] with their views and suggestions. Interested female readers are welcome to have a dirty chat with me.

Greetings to all the horny and passionate readers of this site. I’m a guy in my twenties with a horny dick and passionate smut writer and reader working in the IT industry.

This is the second part of the story “A reader’s invitation to City of Lakes – Part 1”. Do read this one before.

Sensual Morning sex-

I woke up around nine and called the front desk to have coffee sent to the room. We had a few sips and made some small talk. But I could tell she was starting to think about her day, while I had other things on my mind. I told her to close her eyes.

I grabbed the blindfold from my bedside table and slid it over her head. She gave a little smile, said the dark was nice, then rolled over on her side and said she was going back to sleep. She was wearing my long-sleeve shirt and no panties because we were up late enjoying each other the night before.

I wasn’t about to let her go back to sleep. “When you wear the blindfold, you do what you’re told,” I whispered into her ear. And I grabbed a naked hip and rolled her onto her back. At this point, I knew she was not yet in the mood, but I could also tell that she wasn’t annoyed.

I’m a lucky man – she would never gonna say “no”. I make sure she’s more than satisfied. I reached for coconut oil and poured some drops on her light brown pussy and gently began rubbing it.

Now, usually we are big on foreplay – cuddling, kissing, talking, touching. But the rules are different when the blindfold is on. I become more dominant, more demanding, and she seems to enjoy it. After a minute or two, I heard her first moan and felt her warm wetness seeping out to mix with the oil. Heaven.

I stood up beside the bed so I could rub her clit with my right thumb. I inserted a finger from my left hand inside her and very slowly started stroking her G-spot. I’ve learned how to vary the pressure and the speed. Touching her clit and G-spot at the same time to get her totally worked up.

After she’s fully aroused, she likes a lot of pressure on her clit and the slickness of the coconut oil lets me rub her firmly without hurting her. My pressure on her G-spot is lighter as I’m just warming her up for what’s coming next.

I teased her like this for maybe 5 minutes. She’s very swollen and making lots of sexy little noises, letting me know how much she loves it. You can learn so much about what a woman enjoys listening to her breath and all her love noises.

My favourite part about morning sex is that she’s incredibly sensitive and orgasmic. At night, the cocktails are fun, and her orgasms are strong. In the mornings, she has a different sexual energy, which she told me over a phone call. She’s also a beautiful woman.

Long brown hair, soft skin, a perfect smile, perky breasts, and a petite, very fit body. A nicely rounded ass that she’s not afraid to show off in tight jeans or workout tights. She’s in amazing shape for her age. She looks so hot lying there blindfolded, moaning, her swollen pussy shining with oil.

Now I am completely hard. While I’m admiring her body, I rub some of the oil onto my dick. I lift her hips and slide a pillow underneath her ass. I mount her, spreading her thighs wider with my legs. I grab the back of her neck with my right hand to hold her in place, and ease just the head of my dick inside her.

She gives one very loud moan like she did last night when I first penetrated her. I squeeze her neck harder and growl into her ear, “It’s my pussy.” Her breathing is very heavy, and I’m flexing every muscle in my body so she feels how powerful I am.

I say it again, “It’s my pussy.” I’m possessing her, and I want her to know it and feel it. She does. I can tell she is crazy turned on because she has both hands on my ass now. She is trying to pull me all the way in. But I don’t let her. I hold back. I give her just the head of my dick.

I told her she was a bad girl earlier for trying to go back to sleep. She can’t have it all yet. I tease her like this for maybe 3 minutes, in and out with just my head. She’s now going completely crazy pressing her hips upward. She is trying to force me all the way in while she tries to pull my ass toward her.

She will not win this struggle. I’m in control. So, she starts talking to me directly, which she rarely does during sex, “Please give it to me. I want the whole thing. Please bury it inside me.”. These are things I’ve made her say before. But they don’t work for her now. I keep giving her just the head.

Hearing her beg for it makes me even harder, throbbing so I’m sure she can feel it. I whisper into her ear, “When I put on the blindfold, are you my little slut, my reader?”

This feels risky because I’ve never called her a slut before. She’s so buttoned up outside of the bedroom. But we are both crazy turned on, and it was the right move.

She says, “Yes”. I said, “Yes, what?” She said, “I’ll be your little slut.” I said, “No, you are my little slut.” All the while I’m pressing just the head of my cock in and out, right on the edge. She understands and moans, “I am your little slut.” Those were the magic words I wanted to hear.

I thrust into her as deeply as I can. She gasped like I’d taken away all her breath and then practically screamed, “Oh My God!” I knew from experience that, as turned on as she was, and with her ass angled up on the pillow so that I was pressing up into her G-spot.

With my squeezing the back of her neck, she would now cum very quickly. From her moaning to her squeezing to the tightening of her neck muscles, I recognised all the signs. Always before, I’ve let her go ahead and cum at this point and declare victory.

But this morning I decided to hold the tension and take her right to the edge, so I thrusted four or five times, making sure I kept full pressure on the front wall of her pussy. I’m pulling back – the magic move to make her cum with my cock.

As I feel her clench up and just about to go over the edge, I say firmly, “No, not yet.”  I thrust all the way into her, stop moving and release the pressure on her neck. She was surprised. I’d never done this last night. I only waited a few seconds.

I started thrusting again slowly with full pressure against her front wall while again squeezing the back of her neck. Maybe 20 seconds later, I feel her start to clench up again, about to cum, and I say, “No, baby,” and again thrust deep, stop moving and release my grip on her neck.

I take her right to the edge of orgasm like this, maybe 4 or 5 more times. Every time I whispered in her ear, “I decide when you get to cum.”And each time she gets closer, faster, until it would only take 2 or 3 thrusts to take her all the way there. “Oh,” she is moaning so loudly.

At some point, she starts to sound desperate, begging, “Please, please, I want to cum” in a voice that told me it was time. I squeezed the back of her neck harder, which she absolutely loves, and said, “You’ve been such a good girl. I’m taking you now.” I could feel her entire body tense up with anticipation.

After 3 or 4 long, hard thrusts pressing against her favourite spot, she’s moaning. I could feel her pussy grip me in a giant contraction as her orgasm hits. I kept thrusting hard in and out right through her first giant squeeze. She was moaning my name over and over again.

The waves of pleasure rolled through her body, while the whole time I was growling into her ear, “Fuck, yeah. fuck, yeah. fuck, yeah.” I wasn’t thinking about myself, only her, but I suddenly felt my own orgasm build and hit. I exploded into her pulsing pussy. She cried out as she felt me start to cum.

I grabbed an ass cheek in each hand so I could pull her up and against me. Shooting my streams deep, deep into her. It’s rare that we cum together like that, but when it happens, it’s absolute magic. We were in heaven as the waves washed over our bodies in unison.

It felt like I was pumping a gallon of cum inside of her, and we together claimed every ounce of pleasure from a giant shared orgasm that seemed to last forever. She was still moaning my name as I squeezed her ass cheeks hard, pumping into her one final time.

We both collapsed onto the bed, blissed out by the lovemaking. She told me afterwards she had never cum that hard in her life and thanked me for not letting her go back to sleep. Love that morning sex. And then we both took a power nap for like 40 minutes and then got up again.

After our nap, Anjali woke up and suggested, “Let’s take a quick shower and then head out for lunch.” Because we were both still naked, Anjali got up and started walking toward the bathroom, her hips swaying with every step. I was instantly aroused again. Without hesitation, I got up and followed her.

I grabbed her by the waist from behind, pinning her hands against the wall. I gently nudged her legs apart, then began to nibble on her trapezius muscle, licking the sensitive skin behind her ears.

I then held her tightly in a standing spooning position, grabbing her hair with my left hand while my right hand played with her. Her pussy was already wet from the shower water, so I rubbed it with my fingertips before slowly sliding my middle and ring fingers inside.

I could feel her upper walls become engorged as I moved inside of her. Then I began whispering in Anjali’s ear, “I don’t want this day to end.” She responded with a soft moan, biting her lip. I lowered my head, flicking her firm nipples with my tongue and then trailing it down her flat stomach.

I nuzzled my face into her pussy. On my knees, I began to lick her, my tongue moving up and down her hot, wet slit as shower water ran down her stomach. I buried my nose in her scent, then slowly pushed my tongue in and out of her dripping pussy.

She pushed her hips into my face as my warm tongue filled the entrance to her tight hole. I increased the speed of my tongue, thrusting in and out, with each stroke grazing her clit. Her fingers tangled in my damp hair, pushing my head deeper into her.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, squeezing her slippery hips. I circled the tip of her clit with my tongue before lightly flicking it. The running water from the shower made her even wetter. I blew a soft stream of air on her, and the contrast of my warm breath against the water sent a shiver through her body.

I then wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking gently as my tongue flicked on and off. I turned her to face me, held her jaw, and gently asked her to sit down. Like an obedient child, she knelt and took my cock in her hand, looking up at me as she began to suck it like a lollipop.

With one hand, she massaged my balls while sucking my dick with an intensity that pulled me in like a vacuum. She picked up the pace, and my eyes began to close as I felt myself getting closer to the edge. I rose to my knees, my hard cock pressing against her.

I moved it up and down along her length, getting it slick with her wetness. I was teasing her clit with the head before sliding it inside. I began with slow, shallow thrusts, pushing in about four inches before burying the rest of my seven-inch length inside her. She let out a soft gasp as I filled her.

She rested her head on my shoulder as I started to pick up the pace. I drove my hips forward, my body slapping against her wet, hot skin. I held onto her hips, pulling her into me as I thrust into her. I lifted her leg with one hand, holding it to my side as I pounded into her.

She moaned and grunted, her cries of ecstasy filling my ears. Then I stopped, I came and sat on the toilet seat, and then I gestured Anjali towards me.

Like a hungry lioness, she sat on me in the cowgirl position, guiding my cock into her. With her hands on my shoulders, she started to rock back and forth, filling the bathroom with sensual sounds.

As she rode me, I moved my lips across her wet nipples and then to her armpits, making her even more ravenous. I grabbed her hair and lightly slapped her erect nipples, which made her ride me even faster. Her body tensed, and she cried out in pure pleasure.

“Oh, yes, baby, yes,” Anjali groaned, and at the same time, I shot a hot cum deep inside her wet pussy. We came together, our bodies shaking with the force of our shared climax.

Then we completed our bath, got ready, and headed out.

Stay tuned for more. I hope you enjoyed my story. I’m from around Delhi-NCR. For feedback and discussion, you can hit me up at [email protected] or via Google chat.