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Following is a creative work of fiction. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents.

After a steamy session, I fell beside her. After some time, I turned towards her and, holding her waist, got close to her. She looked at me for the first time. I kissed her, to which she reciprocated. I was feeling an urge to pee. I got up, wrapped the lungi around my waist, covering the still half-hard dick.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To pee, darling,” I said. I stepped on the floor, moving to the next room to go out. I again said,  “The night is still young, mom. Get ready for the next round.”

I walked out and opened the door to go out to pee. Usually, I would have been scared to come out at that time. But the sex has given me new courage and feeling of man. As the cold breeze hit my body, soothing it, I started peeing at the tree. I did a few strolls to enjoy the weather.

After some time, I could hear someone at the door. My mom came out back in her chocolate sari and the green blouse she wore that evening. I smiled at her. She went to the bathroom, which is outside, and shut the door. I could hear her pee in the silent night.

She came out and sat on the steps. Her face was glistening under the moonlight. The maroon-colored vermilion on her forehead went sideways and distorted, a symbol of wild sex. She looked at me with a smile. I was walking half-naked when I reciprocated her smile.

I was enjoying it. I went and sat beside her. I took her hand, holding it close to my naked chest, asked her, “How is it?”

She smiled in response. I was a little confused by the smile. I thought I was not enough to equal my dad. Then again, I repeated the question.

“I loved it,” she said.

After a pause, I said, “That’s it?”

She looked at me with a naughty look and moved her hand on my chest, which now has the nascent hair. She moved her hands over my shoulders and looked at me.

“You are better than your dad. He was never able to engage me this long. Enough now. That’s what you want to hear, right?” she said in a low, shy, and naughty voice.

“No, is it what you feel?”

She looked at me, and our eyes met again. I saw her eyes smiling at me, and that was so tempting for me. I grabbed her at the back of her head and pulled her closer to my kissing her. We started to kiss passionately, which soon turned wet. There was a pristine silence.

We can hear each other’s breath and low sounds of response to kisses from inside our mouths. There was a low slurping sound due to the wetness of drooling saliva from our mouths. I pulled her a little closer by moving my hand from her back.

I was holding her waist as her right boob pressed to the side of my chest. My dick responded instantaneously to our lewd actions. We lost track of time as we indulged in our kiss. But there came the point where my dick was throbbing with excitement and needed attention.

I disentangled my lips and looked at her with my lusty eyes. She seemed to be in a similar position. Looking deeply into her eyes, I held her hand pushed into my lungi, which made its way to hold my naked dick. And when she held it, I felt as if somebody was killing me with pleasure.

She was holding as if not sure what to do next. I held her hand from over the lungi and made her hand move. This made her hand move the skin on the dick slide down and up along with the meat of the dick. That gave a deep sense of pleasure.

After a few minutes, I left her hand to continue with the act and kissed her once, looking into her eyes. I know she also needs attention. I, with my right hand, started to raise her sari till it raised to her knees.

“Shall we go inside?” she asked, stopping the act.

“No, continue,” I said, prodding her hand and pushing my hand inside the sari.
And when it touched her womanhood, she startled and said, “Chee, what are you doing?” and stopped the act again.

“This is finger fucking. Now don’t stop and continue what you are doing.”

She looked at me for a moment, surprised and weird. As my fingers started slitting her pussy lips, she gasped, closing her eyes and holding my tool tightly. Her grip was so tight that I felt the blood would stop circulating to it. I pulled her closer again, holding her waist.

I started moving my fingers slowly like a piston in her lubricated heavenly cave. Her eyes were still closed, with her grip loosened slightly and slowly moving. I could see her open her mouth to control her excitement and express the pleasure.

After a couple of minutes, my fingers started working a piston. She adjusted to the excitement and started moving her hand, shamelessly looking into my eyes. The gentle breeze of jasmine bush that covered us from public view was intoxicating and coupling our pleasure.

We got adjusted to the act and thoroughly enjoyed it. Now, as the excitement started to grow, we started kissing like mad dogs. I was kissing her lips, cheeks, face, neck, and shoulder blades. At times my left hand, which held her waist, moved a bit above.

I made her loose end of the sari slid a bit, exposing her cleavage. I held the boob and pushed from below so that the cleavage became evident. The mounds exposed from the blouse’s cut also increased. Within no time, our hands started to take the pace. She started to let out low moans of pleasure.

We came closer, and my hand started to pain a bit. There was tension building inside around my crotch. Within no time, I was ready to come. “I am ready to come, Shoba,” I yelled in her ears. While constantly sucking the ear lobe. In few minutes, I blasted in her hands.

I increased the force and pace in the excitement. She made a loud gasp, and my hand could feel the leakage from her pussy. As we blasted, we felt weak. She leaned to the half-broken brick boundary wall. I fell back to lie on the floor. We held our positions to overcome the pleasure and excitement.

After a minute, my mom looked at me first and came down to lie down beside me. Her head rested on my muscle. That was the first time she came so close. Although we were sleeping close to each other before, there was a distance that I could feel in her.

But now I can feel the proximity of her. She raised her hand and hesitantly placed it over my chest. We looked at each other for a moment. She came closer to land a peck on lips and whispered in my ear,  “That was lovely.”

“You liked it?”

She smiled shyly. I held her bare waist, pulled her closed, and kissed her for a minute before separating and enjoying the fresh breeze. She also moved a bit away and lay beside me, looking at the sky above us. We lay there in silence, looking at stars after the hiatus of our bodies.

Time seemed to fly by the time our bodies regained the vigor for another round of marathons. We got inside it and switched on the night lamp. The watch was showing 2:35, barely stretching their hands while thin seconds hand making rounds in vigor.

I looked down at the bed we left an hour ago, which had become almost a mess. And looking at all that, my manhood sprang to life and is urging for another marathon session. I made no delay and pulled her close to me by holding her waist, still looking at the watch.

She was startled by the sudden unexpected act, and she fell on me to balance herself. Now her head rested on my shoulder, and the upper half of the body rested on my upper crest of the body. She balanced herself but stayed there, looking at me with a smile.

I placed my other hand on the bare side of the waist. I slowly whispered into her ears as my hands smothered her hands from elbow to shoulder over the new blouse, “I want to tear this blouse to pieces too.” She just smiled.

I could still sense a bit of hesitation for her to speak her mind. I understood that now I had her body in my control. But I also wanted her mind to in under my control. I decided that this round would fix that. I moved my hand to hold her boobs and started kissing her jaw.

I was giving wet kisses at her jawline till our lips met for a play. This time I pushed my tongue inside and started to explore her mouth. She opened her eyes for a moment but kept cooperating with my act. I started mauling her big boobs and grinding my hard-on into the crack of her ass over the sari.

Our bodies started heating up. I at once pulled her sari, exposing the boobs, and moved my hands to hold the blouse over the edges to start tearing it. But she pulled her face freeing her mouth, and held my hands with hers. I looked at her to know why she stopped after such a great two rounds of fucking.

“Turn off the lights,” she said, hovering her hand over my cheek. I didn’t want to upset her. We together moved to the switchboard in the same position, and I switched off the light. Then we got back to the bed. I could not keep my hands off her boobs and waist.

She came closer to me, receding to the previous position, except we were sitting now. I have the support of the wall. We resumed our kissing. Slowly it became intense. She turned towards me, making her boobs take support on my chest. I could feel her superiority in age and experience now.

But the intense lust that I am romancing my mom was adding vigor to match her experience. My hands rolled on her ass, exploring the softness of her ass cheeks. Slowly I moved over by holding her hands made her get back to the pillow. We were kissing while I disrobed her sari.

I got on top of her while kissing her. This time I made up my mind that she should feel my manhood inside her for a very long time. I have vowed that I would not cum till I made her for 3-4 times in a single fuck. I decided what I wanted to achieve. I pushed her petticoat over her waist and spread her legs.

Meanwhile, I removed my lungi and became naked. My manhood is breaking with hard-on raging to get inside and fuck her like a bull. She held my manhood and guided me to get inside her. As the tip of the cock touched the slit of her pussy, I rammed it without waiting for her response.

She gasped with the thrust. My rod made its way into her pussy. I held it in the position by tightly pinning her. I was enjoying the depth and warmth of the hole. And I continued with my wet kisses in her mouth. Slowly I started to move inside her pussy.

It was very slow initially, and I was taking my time. But that was making her impatient, and she was getting horny with the fuck. Understanding a woman’s body is very important for any man. And that moment, I understood my mom’s body.

As she continued to get horny, I teased her by intermittently giving her hard thrusts with some pace. We are lost in our world of pleasures in the darkness. I did not count the time, but I decided to fuck her like a man this time. Slowly I raised the pace while holding myself from cumming.

As I started fucking her with pace, her whole body was under my control. I could now hear the same sound of bangles. I used to hear when dad took her. But those were very faint, and that could be because I was in the other room with the door closed.

As I gave her long and hard fucks, she was also moaning lowly, trying to hold the excitement and pleasure under her lips. I sucked her boobs, had deep tongue kissing, and made her cum thrice before I increased the pace and came together with her.

I was hungover her naked body for some time before I unhooked myself from her body and slid beside her. I was still trying to catch up with the breath. I don’t know how much time passed by. But I opened my eyes when the lights switched on.

My mom was standing beside the bed, adjusting her sari. I was still naked and shamelessly lying on the crumpled bedsheet and distorted pillows. She was looking like a damsel in distress with her distorted hair and vermilion, a symbol of our steamy sex.

After she was satisfied with adjusting her sari, she untied her hair and quickly made a tidied bun at the back of her head. As she finished with her hair, her gaze turned towards me, and a seductive naughty smile greeted me.

I could not resist. I pulled her down, holding her hand. She sat beside me still with the same smile.

“What happened?” she asked.

“You have to tell.”

“My son just fucked me.”

“That’s it?”

After a short pause looking and trying to gauge my thoughts, she said, “My son just fucked me like a man.”

“That’s it?”

“I never had such a fuck in my life.”

“Not even with your husband?”

“No.”

I could sense the surety in her, ‘No.’ I pulled her closer to me and gave a deep kiss. Now, as I held her waist again, she held me to stop with her hand. I looked at her, a little surprised.

“It is already 4, and one of your siblings might wake anytime for water or piss.”

“So what?”

“I don’t want to be caught sleeping with their elder brother. So, for now, control yourself and get some rest. All the days are ours, right?”

“Really?”

“What really?”

“That I can fuck you anytime I want again.”

“Do you think you can stop, let alone me stopping you?”

“I thought so.”

She got up from the bed. She went to the corner of the room where the first blouse I had torn and thrown away was lying. She took it into her hands and looked at it closer, exchanging looks with me.

“What?” I said.

“Well, my son has kept his word.”

“What word?” I asked intentionally.

“That he will tear is worse than his father. And I think he pushed the blouse to reach its destiny.”

“Wow! That’s great.”

“Yeah! Now I have to find excuses to tell my real husband why the blouse is like this.”

She said, showing the completely torn blouse. It was worse than when I saw it last time after my father’s fuck in the shelf. I looked at her proudly. She also smiled naughtily and, holding it started to move towards the door. Before opening the door, she looked at me.

She said, “Shameless fellow, wear something, or you have to explain to your siblings why you are naked.” And without waiting for my response, I switched off the lights and disappeared.

In the darkness, I smiled vilely and put on my pajama and banian before restoring the bed to its position on the cot. I retired to bed, still feeling horny for my mom. I slipped into sleep thinking of how lucky I am to bed my mother, make her my woman, and think about my future romantic days with her.

To be continued.

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I am Renjan ( Not my original name), this story happened a few months back. I am living in Mangalore, but my native is Palakkad, Kerala. I have a house there.

One day, my immediate neighbour called me unexpectedly. He informed me that his daughter was getting married and wanted to know if he could use my house too. I had no issues with that since the house was vacant for a while so I politely agreed to help him out. And I even decided to clean the house for him.

As agreed, I reached my house but the neighbour’s house was so silent. So I went there, and to my surprise, there was no one except the soon-to-be bride. I enquired where they all were and she said they went to another place and the place was in lockdown so they cannot make it back that day.

I didn’t have much time, I thought I could clean and leave the keys with him and go back to Mangalore. But now it is not possible, I called him, and explained my situation.

Hearing our conversation, Aadra (the bride) politely said that she will help me clean the place. Even though I refused, she insisted on helping me. The house was too dusty, so I changed to a lungi, and a baniyan. She told me that she will get some cleaning lotion.

The mallu girl came back wearing a white salwar and leggings. We decided to clean different rooms. I went to my bedroom. There were some covers so it was easy to clean. After cleaning my portion, I went on to check on Aadra. She was half done. But the work had made my neighbour’s daughter sweaty and her white salwar had become see-through.

I also noticed she was only wearing a petticoat inside and no bra. I felt awkward so I looked away. I took some water and made tea. She noticed me looking at her and she started smiling.

After drinking the tea, we both proceeded to clean. While cleaning, the mallu girl stared bending down even further than usual to show me her cleavage! I tried ignoring it at first but she kept on showing it to me. I knew she was horny.

She started to show her thighs and her leggings too. I could see no panty line and I knew she wanted to fuck me from the minute I knocked on her door. When she knew I started to notice her, she gave me a mischievous smile.

I didn’t want to wait any further, even if anything goes wrong, the horny mallu girl will get married next week. So I took hold of her by the waist and pinned her to the wall! She was smiling.

I kissed her on the cheeks to see if she resist. She said, “Don’t worry, I want you to fuck me”. I kissed her lips. She was sweaty but that didn’t matter to me. I swear her sweat smelled more like a fragrance!

She said, “I don’t know why but I always had a crush on you.” I kissed her again. And I asked her, “Are you okay with me fucking you?” to confirm again and she said that she was fine. I also reminded her about the consequences, but she replied that she will put it on the groom.

Except for the neighboring house, there were no other houses nearby. So, we both knew we were safe.

My mallu soon-to-be bride girl interlocked her legs on my waist and I carried her to my bedroom. While carrying her, we were kissing. I slowly pulled her salwar off. Her neck was wet with sweat that smelled like a flower. I kissed her on the neck and slowly pulled her petticoat. Aadra resisted and pulled my baniyan.

She kissed my chest and took hold of my lungi. She pulled it off and with her tongue and took my penis into her mouth. Her mouth was filled with saliva, she was too horny I could see her pants tripping. She slowly started giving me a blowjob.

Suddenly, her phone rang. It was her soon-to-be husband, Krishna. She took the phone even though I said not to. Krishna heard that she was alone and wanted to see her. She said that she wanted to remain a virgin for her future husband and that she was at a friend’s house. While telling him this, the horny mallu girl was sucking my dick!

I pulled her pants down. I started to lick her pussy, it was so wet and she was enjoying all this. I took my penis and took it to her pussy. Her vagina was so small, it was the first time she was fucking someone. So, she was telling the truth, but I wanted to break the sexy mallu neighbour girl’s seal.

I licked the pussy and then took some coconut oil from the kitchen. I slowly pushed my dick in and she was in pain, but she asked me to continue. I slowly started to fuck my neighbour’s daughter and play with her boobs. Her boobs were firm and it felt amazing.

After fucking for a while, we stopped and cleaned the house completely, as there was some more portion left. Then we went to the bathroom. I always wanted to fuck a girl in the standing position and I did that with her. I turned on the shower and also fucked her in a one-leg-up fucking position.

Since her parents were stuck, I knew we had the whole night for ourselves. Later that night, I went to her house. Her father had purchased a new bed for her. We even fucked in it. I don’t know how many times I cummed in the mallu girl’s vagina. I didn’t count it but I was sure I made her pregnant.

The next morning, I left for Mangalore. And after a week, I saw her marriage pictures on Facebook. I was happy for her. We even keep in touch. She now lives in New Delhi and I once even stayed with them. That day, she gave me a handjob without me even asking for it. And when she gave me a blowjob once Krishna started sleeping.

Last week, I got a message from her on Facebook saying that she was pregnant and I was sure it was my child. Since Krishna and I look a lot similar, I don’t think I have to worry about it!

James, the slut, sat on the floor, wearing only a tiny pink lace thong panty, and looked up at Garima. She stood over him with her hands on her hips and giggled at his predicament. He panted to catch his breath, with his face blushing bright red with intense embarrassment.

He had been bouncing up and down on his butt cheeks on the floor. His butt was now very sore. But the most embarrassing part for James was that he had been fed 35 Indian cocks as Garima watched and laughed.

His throat was so hardcore fucked that he saw stars and forgot his name. It was an incredibly intense, brutal, deep-throat blow-jobbing. James proved, once again, that he is the slutty cock-whore of India. No one has given more blowjobs than James has.

Before the butt-bouncing had started, James had been face-fucked so hard that he was light-headed, and his mind was complete mush. Garima watched James sitting on the floor with his tongue hanging out, his eyes crossed.

His head was weaving back and forth, stars dancing around his head, and birds chirping in his mind. Despite being power tonsil-banged, James whimpered for more cock to Garima. That is because James is a slutty insatiable cock-whore.

Whether he is awake or sleeping, he craves a cock in his mouth. And James loves guzzling mouthful after mouthful of warm cum. Garima found all of this quite humorous.

Garima routinely had James stripped down to his effeminate panties and on his hands and knees for her. She would take her large wooden sorority paddle and light his butt cheeks on fire.

He would bark like a dog for her and blush at being thoroughly female-dominated. It was intensely embarrassing for James and wildly entertaining for Garima.

Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked Naksh with 23 of his Indian guy friends. Three girlfriends of Garima were with them. The first would watch and laugh while the guys fed James their cocks, one at a time. James bobbed and slurped with slutty abandon as he dutifully gobbled every cock in the room.

But it was Naksh, with his gigantic monster cock, that put James in his place more than anything. As Naksh pushed so deep down James’ throat, his balls pressed against James’ chin.

Naksh just let his cock sit there for a few seconds. James’ eyes watered profusely, and his throat clicked as it repeatedly overcame gag-reflexes. James’ face turned red as he waited for Naksh to give him a breath of oxygen.

This scene played out over and over and over. It was so embarrassing for James because Garima and her girlfriends watched and laughed and clapped. Then Naksh just began hardcore plunging his monster cock deep down James’ throat.

It was brutal, and it was intense. Naksh pumped his hips like a hydraulic machine. James’ eyes rolled back in his head as his tonsils were pounded with power.

It was so so very embarrassing for James. He blushed and thought of how humiliating it was to have Naksh be the one that taught him his rightful place as cock-slurping sissy boi.

James submitted to Naksh and surrendered to his will as he serviced his cock and guzzled his cum. James had become the most embarrassed person in the world.

As Naksh pulled out of James’ throat, James fell back on his butt with a THUD! He looked up at Naksh with his mouth wide open in flabbergasted shock. He wanted to say something to Naksh. But the only words that would come out were, “More please!”

So Naksh shoved his huge cock back into James’ slutty mouth. Over the next two hours, Naksh repeatedly filled James’ mouth with cum and slammed his throat with authority and dominance. It was a display of obvious domination.

When Naksh finished fucking James’ face, it was easily apparent to everyone watching that James was dizzy with humiliation and was seeing stars. He sat on his bottom and whimpered in surrender, and blushed.

James licked his cum-drenched lips and sat in total disbelief at what had happened to him. Then the other Indian guys began to take their turns with James and his oh-so-fuckable-lips.

James slurped and gobbled cock after cock after cock. His eyes watered, fluttered, and rolled back as he was fed so much cum. James could only guzzle, blush, and keep slurping cocks.

When all those guys were done, James sat shivering and shell-shocked. His tonsils, after being repeatedly slammed, were inflamed and sore. His throat had been hardcore fucked like the cheap rag doll slut that he was. The girls giggled at his incredible embarrassment.

When James rolled over and lifted his butt into the air, it was like he was asking for the spanking he knew he deserved. Garima and her paddle of female domination taught James his slutty subservient place. She whacked his butt cheeks until they burned with the heat of a thousand fires.

All James could do was whimper and blush. Garima teased James about his tiny girly panties. James blushed and wiggled his bottom for Garima. Garima spanked him firmly with undisputed dominating authority.

James shoved his fist into his mouth and bit it as he grunted in humiliation. He rolled his eyes and blushed. He knew he would not be sitting down for a long time.

Just when James didn’t think his embarrassment could get any worse, Naksh stepped forward. He re-inserted his monster cock into James’ slutty mouth. The cock slid so very deep into his throat. James bobbed and slurped and slobbered.

Naksh took full ownership of James’ tonsils, and James would forever be known as Naksh’s sissy bitch. Garima and the girls laughed and laughed at James. It was so very entertaining to witness such intense sissification.

So after Naksh loaded James’ mouth with a gallon of warm sticky cum, the girls got James up on his feet. He was unsteady and shaky because his ass throbbed, and his brain was face-fucked into oatmeal.

The girls helped James get a cheerleading uniform on and get full make-up applied. A blonde wig and a hair bow were added. Then James was taken out into public. He was taken to a local park to perform cheers as a cheerleader.

He also cheered for a group of girls playing volleyball, and he cheered for the salesgirls at Victorias Secret.  James was thoroughly humiliated and had been throat fucked so hard. But he found new energy when wearing his cheerleading uniform.

James cheered with peppy enthusiasm and obvious love for cheerleading. He was not just James the sissy bitch or James the slutty cock-whore. He was James the cock-slurping rah-rah.

Following is a creative work of fiction. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents.

It was around 11 am when I woke up. I could see my mom walking into my room with a smile. She came and sat beside me as we locked our eyes romantically. There was a moment of silence. I placed my hand softly on her shoulder and started caressing, looking into her eyes.

Her hair was loosely tied which was rolled to one side. This was making her look sexier. And a naughty smile that lit up her face is seducing me. Caressing her shoulder, my hand moved down over her hand. The bangles clanked, which sounded sweet in the silence.

I was getting horny moment by moment. Then I slowly moved my hand to hold her waist and started caressing it. She moved close to put my hand at ease. There was a smell of freshness which I often felt after she did pooja. The whole situation made me horny.

I decided to take it slow and continued caressing her waist. I got halfway up in the bed, holding her waist and getting close to her face. I buried my face in her neck and started pecking it, pressing her body to mine. Her boobs softly pressed against my chest.

I started licking her chin and jaws while pecking and kissing her neck. My grip on her waist tightened as our bodies pressed close. After few moments, I moved to her ear and started eating the ear and ear lobes with lips. My saliva was making the ear wet.

As my tongue entered her ear, she giggled and released a hissing sound suggesting she was getting aroused. Slowly she placed her hands around my waist and started moving them on my back which only added fuel to the fire. I was also caressing her back.

As I moved it up, I could feel the skin at the moderate cut in the back.  I moved it down a little further down.  I could feel the soft ass. I loved the softness of the bums, and I continued groping them. My other hand is still playing with the waist.

We were lost in the moment and didn’t realize the time. It was my mom who first loosened the grip and said, “Still tired?” She queried in a tone of provocative naughtiness.

Me: Oh! Why don’t you find out yourself?

I said, pulling her to the side, pushed her onto the bed. She didn’t resist. I got on top of her as half of my body rested on her beautiful boobs. As my chest pressed over her boobs, my hand locked itself to her waist. Looking straight into her eyes, I moved my head to lock her lips with mine.

It started slowly, and in minutes our bodies began to slide over each other. My leg pulled the sari over her knees. Our legs rubbed against each other. We are now enjoying the caressing of bodies.

After some time, we loosened again from the embrace. I looked at her face, which was now full of sexual expression. I opened my mouth and, holding the loose end of the sari, moved it to the side. That exposed her 36D boobs. Since she was lying, they were pushed back a little, trying to get out of the blouse.

I loved the mounds exposed out of the blouse and buried face between them. There was cleavage in the form of a small line between the two boobs. I pushed my tongue into it and started to play inside it. My dick is already up and throbbing for action. But I was feeling comfortable and in control.

Mom was holding my head to her boobs. Slowly I loosened her hooks one by one getting more access to her boobs. In few minutes, I opened all her hooks. Once all her hooks are released, I raised a little above. Looking into her eyes, I widened the blouse.

With both hands, took the tight and soft boobs and pressed them together. The nakedness of the boobs on my hands was so erotic. Mom was getting engaged and aroused. Her half-closed eyes and her half-nude body with the naked boobs in my hand are tempting and worth a look of million dollars.

As I mauled her boobs holding them together, the tips of the nipples turned hard. I could not resist that. I took one of the nipples, including the light brown areole, into my mouth and sucked it. I then widened my mouth to push her right boob into my mouth still further.

I felt I got ample flesh into my mouth. I held it softly with my teeth and let my tongue do the magic. I rolled it in circles, started from the outer rim of the boob, slowly making inwards to the nipple. Once I reached the nipple, I sucked it tightly. Then I slowly released it to my teeth and held it there softly in my teeth.

I slowly pulled the nipple up and sideways till it stretched to the maximum. After that, I still pulled it softly, trying to stretch it beyond the maximum, and then she released it. A moan was a little louder than ever.

Mom: Slowly, it’s hurting.

Hearing that, I loosened the stretch, easing her pain. Then I stretched it again to which again repeated with a painful moan. She now held my head and tried to control it. But I pushed the boob back into my mouth and repeated the circles with my tongue.

Then I again pulled the nipples softly, stretching them. She now started enjoying the pull-ups of her nipples. For the next 5-10 minutes, I swapped between two boobs repeating the ritual with my tongue and teeth while my hands mauled them.

I think after nearly 15 minutes of the ordeal, I left her boobs. When I looked at them, they were red with teeth marks on the boobs. She rubbed the nipples with her palms. I think they were paining due to my naughty treatment.

As she rubbed her nipples, looking at me with half-closed eyes. I moved my hand to the stomach where the pleats of her sari are tucked into the petticoat. Without a moment of delay, I pulled them roughly and rushed to throw the sari away.

But there was a part stuck below her ass and the loose end of her sari still under her back. But it exposed the blue-colored petticoat. I could see a part of the naked ass through the crack in the petticoat to her sides. I got up and pulled her up without giving her more time to soothe her nipples.

Mom: Wait! My nipples are hurting.

Me: This is nothing, Shobha. I am done fucking you properly. You won’t be able to walk properly.

She widened her eyes with a surprising look and looked at me.

Me: What?

Mom: Nothing, you are becoming bold.

Me: Is it about fucking. Then I have not started yet.

Mom: No, You are calling me by name.

Me: Oh! I got a shameless horny mom.

She was about to say something. But without giving her a chance, I started pulling the sari, which came off easily when she lifted her ass. I threw the sari on the floor and pulled the blouse from her hands, to which she cooperated. Her blouse met the same fate as her sari.

Then I pushed her onto the bed and got on top of her. I started licking her body, starting from shoulders, then moved to the neck, and then down her body to boobs. While licking her boobs, I pulled the band holding her, loosened her, and threw it. Now her hair is set free.

I moved up and pushed my hands into her hair. I then went for a deep wet kiss which lasted for a few minutes. We enjoyed eating each other’s lips. Then I again, I started moving down, licking her body. I licked and ate her waist and stomach to my hearts’ content.

When my dick could not take more, I threw my clothes away and started crawling up from her legs. As I crawled up, her petticoat also moved up, exposing her legs, then her knees, and finally her thighs. At that moment, I could not hold myself.

I held the loose end of the petticoat and pushed it up, allowing myself between her legs. I raised her ass and pushed the petticoat up to her waist. I did not like the petticoat there. I pulled the strings and pulled it out, making her completely naked. We are both naked in broad daylight.

Outside no one had a clue of what the mom-son duo are doing. I opened the legs and looked at her pussy covered in hair. I moved close and then put the dick at the threshold. The dick was throbbing tightly. I teased her pussy by caressing it softly over her pussy slit.

Then slowly, I put the tip of the head of the dick on the slit and moved my body up. My waist slowly pushed down, which further made my dick slid into her already wet pussy. After few seconds, it settled tightly in her pussy which is warm and wet. I held it there as it softly rested touch the base of her pussy.

She closed her eyes, feeling the manhood inside her pussy. After few moments, our eyes met. I slowly started raising my waist and pushing it down. This has slowly started the piston movement inside her pussy. Her legs relaxed, and my waist started to gain momentum.

The wetness inside her pussy greased my dick, making the movement frictionless. My movements gained momentum inside her pussy. She started to shake and move, complying with my strokes. It did not take long for me to start long and hard strokes.

My balls are hitting her buttocks and making a strange erotic noise. The bangles made a clanking noise as she moved her hands on my back, enjoying the hits from her son. I was kissing her and licking her upper part of the body while fucking her.
It was the morning, and there was silence around. In the silence, we could hear our bodies. And this has aroused us more. After some time, I got up on my knees and, holding her thighs. I started fucking her pulling her towards me. This made the strokes of the dick very hard.

Her body shook for every stroke. I continued the fucking, sometimes holding her legs, sometimes her hands, and sometimes her boobs. Soon I realized that it was time for the last part of the act. I got over her and increased the speed. Our bodies intertwined.

Mom put her legs around me and tightened, challenging my fucking. My manhood accepted the challenge and started the powerful strokes. I also increased the pace of fucking. Our bodies became one at that moment when I pumped all my liquids inside her pussy.

As I emptied, she raised her waist as if to suck all of it. After a couple of minutes, we were relieved, and I fell over her. We were in the embrace. We could feel the sweat of our bodies which lubricated the move of the embrace of our bodies.

We were not sure when we drifted into a deep sleep, all the while in an embrace.

To be continued.

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Hi, I am Jayanthi, 33 (now), good-looking, mother, homemaker, and caretaker. My life is filled with feelings but I could not say less about sex because I enjoy doing sex.

In this part, I will be narrating my old experiences and the things involved in my life which started this journey. I would like to share here the last 11 years of my life.

2010 College Farewell

Like everyone, my college life was also so colorful. I enjoyed it. I was a BA English graduate. I was good at my studies. Sometimes, even seniors also came to me to clear their doubts during my second and third years. I also enjoyed clearing those doubts.

At college, we usually wore half-sarees and hence so many people called me ‘Teacher’. Even some professors also called me like that!

My body figure was very clear to people (my stats were 26-24-28 at that time). I have seen many people ogling at me with waterfalls in their mouths! But I could not feel anything about this up to the beginning of my third year.

At that time, one of my classmates proposed to me. Classmates do not propose to me like that usually. But I liked him because he was always lonely in the class, not mingling with anyone, so I liked him.

We started to bunk our classes. He would take me to various places like temples, theatres, and parks. But I made sure those things didn’t affect my studies.

My boyfriend always liked to be with me alone at that time. We both simply kissed. He used to touch my body over my clothes, nothing more. I also let him do whatever he wanted.

Then, it was our farewell day, and the function finished at around 7.00 pm. Everyone was gone. I and my boyfriend sat and spoke about various things. Then he went to the boy’s toilet to urinate and he called me, “Jaya, I fell here. Can you please come and help me?”

I rushed to the toilet. He looked like he had fallen on the floor there. He asked me for help to get up.

I suddenly placed my bag in front of the door, lifted him with my hand, and guided him to sit on the western toilet cover. He instructed me to close the door.

Once I shut the toilet door, he suddenly started to kiss me like crazy! I was in a blue saree and matching blouse that day. And while kissing, my boyfriend pressed my boobs so many times. He did not stop kissing as well for 2-3 minutes.

Then my lover reached my undergarments after lifting my saree and petticoat and slid my panty down till my knee. Then he brought his face down and started licking and kissing my pussy! It was an inexplicable feeling. He did it for about 5 minutes. And I reached my orgasm for the first time in my life!

He stood up and kissing me again. I did not know he was also preparing his cock for intercourse while kissing me. Suddenly, I felt some flesh touching my pussy and it made me feel good! But soon, my college boyfriend pushed his cock slowly into my virgin pussy. I screamed, “AHHHHH..” It was a heavenly feeling though.

Then he started stroking me so hard while kissing me. He also didn’t stop pressing my breasts. I was not in this world anymore, it was like floating in heaven. I again reached another orgasm.

After hardly 5-6 minutes of the fuck, my classmate cum boyfriend filled my womb with his liquid. It touched inside my womb and it felt warm. I told him, “I can’t stand anymore..”

Then he allowed me to sit on the western toilet cover. I looked at him, his 2-3 shirt buttons were open and he had removed his pants. He had slid his underwear down till his knee. I saw my boyfriend’s cock only at that time. It looked still hard but so small. Its length was about 3-4 inches. He looked so tired.

I called him near me, dragged him to kneel, and then put his head on my lap and caressed his hairs with my fingers, and started to have a conversation.

Me: Is it paining?

Arjun: Jaya, what do you say? It never pained at any time. It was awesome. I am so lucky to have you.

Me: You look tired. That is why I said so.

Arjun: I am not. Tell me what you need.

Me: Can you show me your manhood?

He stood in front of me. I took my boyfriend’s manhood in my left hand and started to play with it by stroking and shaking it.

Arjun: Jaya, why don’t you take it into your mouth. I won’t mind.

Me: Hey, no! I don’t like that, If you want to take mine, then take it. (I showed him my pussy by lifting my saree and petticoat.)

Arjun: I need only this; it gives liquid like a honey shower. I always love to drink it.

These conversations prepared me for another round. Now I checked the time, it was nearly 7.30 pm. As it was farewell day, we could make excuses for reaching home late.

Me: Hmm. Drink as much as you need. But until then, I want to play with your small toy.

I gave my water bottle to him for a little bit to relax. I hugged him in that same position. But still, he was kneeling. I was on the western toilet cover. Then my lover kissed my navel. He changed my mood, I pushed his head towards my hip tightly.

I removed my blue embroidery blouse’s hooks and lifted my black bra. I released my boobs from the bra and it hit on his head. He suddenly changed his position and took one of my boobs into his mouth. He squeezed the other boob. By that, I had one more orgasm!

I pushed his head towards my pussy immediately. He was licking all of my liquids and swallowing them.

Suddenly, my bf helped me stand and put his manhood so fast in my pussy. But unlike earlier, it did not hurt me much. Due to more orgasms, I was already ready for another round.

I nodded to him indicating there was no pain and helped him to fuck me freely. He fucked me so hard and very fast. I could not control myself, those “ah” sounds increased. Anyone outside could hear it. He was kissing me to stop me from shouting.

Soon, we reached our orgasm at the same time. My boyfriend sat on me with his manhood still inside me.

Then I checked the time. It was almost 8.00 pm. I looked at my areola and nipples. They had turned red. Then I saw my pussy, it was like a crushed flower. I cleaned it with my handkerchief and poured some water on it. Then I dressed properly and rushed to my house on my boyfriend’s bike, took a bath, and slept.

We both cleared the final exams. I was one of the toppers in my college. My bf went to Chennai in search of a job. We both messaged each other whenever we got time. But, after a few days, I missed my periods.

One of my friends was a doctor. She confirmed that I was pregnant. I called him and informed him with some fear. He consoled and gave me his address and asked me to come to Chennai.

I took some clothes and my certificates and came to Chennai to start a new life with my bf. But, later I realized that my life had already started. That address my lover gave me was fake! I had come to Chennai and didn’t have anyone to help.

As a lonely woman, I have reached this world. I end my story here. I will tell you how I struggled in Chennai and started to have a safe life here.

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“You are joking, right?” Sneha said with a hint of uncertainty. Her eyes darted left and right, eyeing the two men seated in front of her. The man on her right failed to meet her eyes. The man on the left leered at her.

“Honey, we can try again. Couples never get it right the first few times. Maybe the pills will work now,” she pleaded with the man on the right. He shook his head.

“Sneha, it’s my fault. I am not…,” he trailed off, unable to speak the words into existence.

“At least, we can try something else. Not this? Not with him!” she pointed at the man seated to the left.

“You want some stranger, then?” her husband burst out.

“If you want to keep this whole affair a secret, Sneha, then you have no other choice,” patronized the man on the left.

“At least, my children will look like me, Sneha,” her husband said, his voice weak and quivering.

“But, with your brother?”

“Yes, with my brother.”

The man on the left walked over to Sneha. He placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them softly. “Yes, Sneha, with me.” He took her hand into his and led her away into the darkened room just behind them.

Sneha turned around, hoping to see some reaction from her husband. Maybe he would realize the mistake they were making. As the door closed in front of her, she knew he would not do anything. Their lives would forever be changed.

“Do we need to start now?”

“Well, you’re not getting any younger, Sneha.”

She ground her teeth as she stumbled around, trying to find the light switch. As the lights flickered on with hesitation, she turned to face her partner for the night. Dark, tousled hair framed his youthful face.

His eyes and nose were sharp. Yet vestiges of child-like roundness were still present, giving him that youthful look. Many might call him handsome, some cute. But not as much as him, she thought to herself.

He ambled towards her with a smug smile plastered on his face. He reached in for a kiss, but she leaned away.

“Stop. Listen here. I am only doing this because my husband thinks this is the only way. What we will be doing here is strictly functional. No baggage, no emotions, nothing. Do you understand?”

He sighed. “Look, Sneha. We are family. I am not happy or proud to be here. I am just helping my brother, alright. And after all of this is done, I still want to be close with you guys. I understand. You don’t want emotions or baggage. But it would help if you didn’t look at me like you wanted to murder me. Might make your husband happy, but that’s a boner killer right there.”

Sneha thought about punching him, preferably in his dick, but what good would that do.

“Undress.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As he stripped, Sneha could not help but admire his physique. His shoulders were wide, and his pectoral muscles were quite well defined. She could even make out marks on his abs. Her eyes followed the plunging v-cut down to the massive bulge barely contained by his strained boxers.

“Like what you see?”

With a petulant hmph, she turned away. She felt one of his hands grope her butt while the other wriggled its way underneath her t-shirt. With one of his meaty fingers, he caressed her stomach and groped her breast. At first, he massaged them slowly and methodically, slowly increasing his intensity.

He forced both of her breasts out of their restraints and pinched her nipples. Sneha could not help but moan a little. He buried his face into her hair, taking long breaths, kissing her neck with feigned affection.

Sneha was feeling the effects of his foreplay. But her mind was distracted by the massive, throbbing lump of meat and heat pushing up against her butt. It’s nothing like his, she thought to herself. She let the man undress her.

He let her constantly know that he was enjoying it. He did not need to. She could tell from his erection. She felt his penis dance when he roughly pulled at her bra and again when he coaxed her out of her tight jeans.

“Every part of you is incredible, Sneha,” he whispered in her ears, his murmurs heavy with lust. His left hand kept playing with her breasts, groping, pulling, and teasing them constantly. His right hand snaked down her body, his cool touch sending shivers down her spine.

He began his attack on her womanhood, rubbing on them and flicking her clitoris. Even though she wanted to reject his touch, she could feel her body responding. Her breathing got heavier, her gasps and moans got louder. Her pussy started to get even wetter.

She barely contained herself when he inserted two of his fingers inside of her, sliding in and out, probing for her weak point. No, he is good at this. Suddenly, like a jolt of electricity, pleasure flooded her body, overpowering her mind. She could not contain her loudest moan of the evening so far.

“Oh, you got super tight there for a second. Guess I found it,” he exclaimed.

“I …. No…I was not….” Words failed her as her mind tried desperately to regain control. Another gasp as he pulled his fingers out. He held those wet, glistening fingers in front of her face, taunting her.

“Lick them.” And she did, eagerly, lapping up the juices, her juices with pervert enthusiasm. With a rough shove, he forced her to the bed. She turned to stare at her partner, at his hideous grin, his sculpted body, and his impressive manhood.

As it twitched, she could feel her body respond too, a steady stream of endorphins coursing through her arteries and veins.

“Let’s….. get on with it…..” she whimpered. And he came crashing down on her like a beast in heat.

Despite all the foreplay, her body was not ready for his penis. Pain and pleasure became indistinguishable as he forced the entirety of his penis inside of her.

“Hold on, slow down….please,” she pleaded with him.

“No can do, Sneha.” Like a piston, he moved with force and intensity unknown to Sneha. Yet her body rejoiced. She was moaning and screaming as she had never before.

Each moan seemed only to encourage him to get rougher with her. He bit one of her nipples as he carelessly pulled the other. He bit down on her neck and nibbled on her ears.

All of her unsullied body was open for him to spoil, soil, and pollute. But who knew one could feel so good while getting defiled? There was no hint of love or tenderness that she was used to. Instead, he attacked like a beast, biting, snapping, and tearing into her body.

He groped, he spanked, he talked. Sneha felt her consciousness drown among the waves of concentrated pleasure. Down, down into the inky blackness. Sneha’s eyes snapped wide open. She was still in her bedroom.

Her brain struggled to decode the mess of raw data. Her eyes focused on the lump covered by the blanket right next to her. She felt her body itch as memories started to flood back in. His sculpted body, his rough hands, his big…

She stretched out her hands and lightly took hold of the blanket. Her heart raced at supersonic speeds as she gently lifted it over her head. She immediately felt her heart relax as her eyes traced out the familiar contours of her husband’s face.

She immediately pushed herself against his body, basking in his warmth, surrounded by a familiar scent. A safe one. Just like that, as she distantly felt her husband’s gentle hands on her face, she drifted to sleep again.

She woke up again, clinging on to her husband, her anchor. “Hey,” he said hesitantly. “Hey,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. He turned away, for a second too long.

“Here, have some water.”

He is avoiding me, she thought to herself.

“I got some breakfast for you after you first woke up. But by the time I got it ready, you were dead again,” she heard her husband say, his back still facing her. He headed towards the door.

“Dear,” her weak voice cried out.

He stopped. “Yes?” he said cheerfully.

“Stop pretending as if everything is okay,” The steel in her voice surprised her, and by the way he jumped, her husband was quite surprised too.

“Dear,” she said again.

“Look at me.”

He refused.

“Honey, look at me.”

He remained silent.

“Manish. Look. At. Me,”

He turned around slowly. What was that look on his face? Shame? Regret? Pity? Fear? She clenched her fists as she could barely contain her anger. All of this, everything that had happened so far, was his fault. HIS fault.

“What happened last night? After….” she trailed off. Keep your eyes on him, don’t look away, she thought to herself. Her husband could not meet her gaze.

“You were ….loud. I don’t know when exactly you passed out. I could only get into the room after he left. He said you had been out for quite a while, Sneha.”

“What? Say it.”

“Sneha, I…You were never this loud when we …And your face, I….”

This time, it was Sneha who could not meet her husband’s sad stare.

“We can still stop this, right?” Sneha asked again, hoping for a different answer.

“Sneha, I want your child. I don’t want an adoption, or with the help of a donor, I want a mini-you.” Sneha giggled. “I’m sorry this isn’t going the way we planned. But once we break through ….whatever we are caught up in right now….”

“Then we will…go back, right? To the way things were?” Sneha continued. He nodded as Sneha lept into his arms. If only things were that simple.

It had been a week since she had first slept with her brother-in-law. Thankfully, her pregnancy tests had come back negative. Sure, her husband was unhappy with the development. He just wanted the whole affair to be done and over with. She, herself, was quite happy.

The mere thought of raising her brother-in-law’s child as her husband’s made her uncomfortable. Was that the right word, she thought to herself. It would come to her eventually. That was not important right now.

Her brother-in-law had not contacted either of them in a week. She and her husband were finally moving forward. Hell, maybe they could even… She whipped out her vibrating cell phone, taking a moment to admire that sly blush creeping up on her face. Then she felt her heart drop when she saw the caller.

“So nice of you to come here immediately after I called. Feels like I hired a hooker for the night,” she heard her brother-in-law say. She could not respond as her mouth was filled to the brim with his penis. She pushed the dick away for a second and glared at him.

“What?” he said absent-mindedly.

“Why did you call? Why did you? Damn, we thought we were through with this crap. We were moving on!” she said.

“You should have known, though. How hard it is for couples to conceive. How they try for years and years, but to no avail,” he said calmly. “We are here to fight for your dreams, your husband’s dreams. Do you want to go back to him again, holding up another negative test?” He took her hands in his.

“Do you want to see him disappointed and broken, blaming himself forever and ever?” He pulled her into a hug. “Do you want that disappointment to taint your loving marriage?” She let the man kiss her.

“Inside. Not here!” she managed to get out before he swooped in again for another deep kiss. He did not let her move away from the hallway, pinning her against the wall as they made out. With practiced grace, he stripped her naked. She could feel his burning gaze all over her.

“I always knew you were smoking hot, Sneha, but damn, who knew you were hiding this from all of us?” His hands reached out to grope her mature breasts and her ample behind, to caress her smooth, pale skin, to touch her womanhood.

“I am just an old married lady,” she said, embarrassed. She raised her arms to hide her breasts. It was embarrassing to show it to a younger man. He stopped her arms and lowered them. Then, he gently cupped her face with his hands.

“Not to me.” He kissed her again, his hands groping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Sweet pleasure intoxicated her, and she drank every bit of it despite not wanting to. With each passing moment, their kissing and groping became even more intense, more frantic.

Pushed against the wall, Sneha’s whole world was consumed by her lover. Her hands snaked their way down his toned torso, slithered down his pants. Her hand rubbed his engorged, heated penis gently.

The other hand was busy wrestling against the belt buckle and the pant zipper, caging his impressive manhood. She couldn’t help herself as she stared at her brother-in-law’s quivering yet the taut mass of flesh. With every touch, it seemed to leap and dance in front of her, almost hypnotically.

With one more kiss, he pushed Sneha down gently. Sneha knelt and took his penis in her hands. Her hands moved back and forth with seasoned grace as she licked the wet head of his manhood. She readily ignored the bitter and smelly assault on her senses. They were replaced by a fire burning within her core.

It was almost as if she was drinking in his warmth and his vigor, using it to fuel her lustful fire.

“Faster!” he and her body ordered, and so she did. She took his penis deep inside her mouth and throat as pain transformed into pleasure. She looked up at him and was pleased to find his face contorted due to pleasure and concentration.

“I can’t believe you are so good at this,” he gasped out. She picked up the pace. Her hands tight around his bulging cock. Her tongue danced around the shaft and the head, periodically blessing them with kisses.

Suddenly, her love grabbed a fistful of her hair and rammed his penis inside her mouth, as deep as he could. Thick, ropey semen exploded out and into Sneha. I can’t breathe, she thought to herself. But yet instead of panic, her brain turned to pleasure.

Endorphins rushed through her body as she felt waves of pleasure ripple out throughout her body.

“Wow, you took it like a queen!” he said, pulling his cock out of her mouth. Sneha fought back against her gag reflex, using the uncomfortable feeling to fuel her hunger. I am only doing this because he asked me to. I am doing this for us. She had to remind herself.

Yet, it was oh so easy to just let go and get swept in the torrent of sensual pleasure, down into the depths of depravity.

“Hey!” A voice called out. She looked up.

“I know you enjoyed it. Yet, you are still fighting against yourself. So what if you enjoy our love-making? It’s just biology, you know.”

“But…” she started before he swept her up into a deep kiss.

“Enjoy it,” he said firmly, “Every time you look at your child’s face, do you want memories of pain and unhappiness to tarnish it? Please don’t do it for your husband or me. Do it for your child.”

Flawed or not, her brain, swamped with hormones, lapped up his words promptly. All Sneha had wanted was for someone to affirm her feelings and her actions, and now she had the permission to let go. She launched herself at her brother-in-law, kissing him with ferocity and desire.

She pulled her arms tightly around his toned body, melting under his heat and his lust. Her hands worked their way down to his chest, teasing and flicking his nipples. Just like that, she could feel his manhood, stiff, erect and hot, against her behind, continuing its hypnotic dance.

“Let’s go inside,” she said, leading him voluntarily to her bedroom. He swept her up in his arms, carrying her to the room. She could feel her heartbeat like a drum. The sound of blood speeding through her body blocked out everything else. Her eyes were glued to him, her brother-in-law.

She understood what was happening to her, but she didn’t want to confront those feelings now. This slice in her life would be only dedicated to one thing; dirty, dirty pleasure.

Soon enough, the two lovers were at each other again, a whirlwind of hands, lips, and tongues. Sneha was aware that she was acting differently. She was shaking her hips, biting her lips, spreading her legs – all for him. Unable to hold himself back, her lover rushed forward, pushing her on the bed.

In one slick move, he pushed his penis inside of Sneha. A loud moan escaped her lips as searching hands played around with her erogenous zones. Each thrust, each kiss sent her brain into delirium as waves upon waves of pleasure hammered her sensibilities.

Her arms hung onto her lovers with a vice grip. Her legs were wrapped tightly around him. Her body would not let him go. Suddenly, he stopped. She could soon hear why. She heard the familiar click of the front door opening, the familiar shuffle through the hallway, and a familiar voice calling her name.

Her husband was home. Shame, guilt, and disgust rose with bitter bile to her throat. She pushed her brother-in-law away. She paced around in the room, her brain refusing to do any sort of work.

“It does not suit you,” he called out.

“Shut up! He is here!” she whispered furiously.

“Who’s here?”

“My husband, your brother!”

“So, he knows about our arrangement. He is the one who set it all up,” he replied as he stood up.

“Yes, but…” He embraced her tightly, and surprisingly, she felt comfortable in that embrace. Her hands reached out to caress his chest lovingly as she looked up at her brother-in-law longingly.

No was what she wanted to say, but instead, she kissed him. Feelings of shame and guilt retreated under the sheer warmth that she was experiencing from the kiss.

As she melted under his arms, she heard a soft knock on the door. She ignored it as his fingers snaked their way into her maidenhood. She tried to push him away one last time as she whispered unconvincingly, “My husband is here.”

He looked at her and smiled. “And I am here,” he reassured. She stared at that handsome face and those intense eyes burning with lust and passion. Familiar feelings rose again inside of her, she …

“Honey, are you there?” inquired the voice outside the door. Sneha leaped towards the door, checking the door’s lock.

“No, I mean, yes,” she said, flustered.

The knob rattled against the door.

“Can I come in?”

“No,” she moaned as her lover’s finger slid across the small of her back and inside her pussy.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes!” she said quickly.

“Oh, well, I think I forgot my briefcase today. Can you check if it is inside?”

“It’s not here!” she replied quickly.

“Really?”

“I think I saw it in the hallway,” she cut him off, praying that he would leave. She could feel the heat emanating from her lover’s penis, ready to ravage her. Her body was responding to the simulation in kind that itch, that warmth, that need.

They were the only thing circling in her mind right now. If only he would just leave.

“Really?” her husband said stupidly as her lover lifted her legs and inserted his penis inside of her. The feeling of pleasure and relief was immediate. He gripped her waist tightly as he started to move.

Ecstasy, pleasure, and lust flooded her body as she felt her legs buckle, her grip weakens, and her mind falters. Yet, it was not enough. She wanted more. She wanted to scream and moan, kiss, and bite.

“Sneha, we need to talk about something,” the nuisance said.

“Huh?” was all she could manage, a commendable effort considering she was biting down on his neck.

“This whole thing we are doing, I am sorry I never considered your feelings. If you want to stop it, let’s stop.”

What, she thought to herself. After everything that had happened, he wanted to stop now! Now that she was finally enjoying herself? Like tar, bile, and acid, she felt black anger boiling inside of her.

But then she looked at her lover, looked into his eyes. As they kissed, she felt that anger dissipate. She had an answer.

“Don’t worry about me,” she said cheerfully. “I want a baby too, you know. Rather, we should have your brother move in with us.”

Silence reigned for a moment.

“Wha…What did you say?”

“Well, we aren’t getting any younger now. We should be more efficient, more productive.”

“But, you said you hated it. You hated the whole idea.”

“Manish, remember who came groveling to me. Jeez, you should try being more like your brother,” she said, dripping with venom.

She felt her lover’s penis harden even more inside of her. His thrusts became more frantic. He leaned in for a deep kiss. “That’s harsh,” her lover said, yet she caught a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I love you,” a defeated voice called out from behind the door.

She hesitated for a moment. She could not say those words out loud. Her lover brushed the hair away from her face. “Say something,” her lover whispered. She stared into his eyes.

“I love you.”

“Did you say something?” She could not tell if it was her husband or her brother-in-law who said it.

“I love you!” she said louder. He kissed her again, a deep, passionate kiss.

“I love you!” His thrusts became more frantic.

“I love you,” she cried out. She could feel her trembling, sweating body prepare for the big climax.

“I LOVE YOU!” she cried out, as her back arched and her eyes rolled back in time with her lover’s ejaculation. Convulsions rocked her body as her brain was overloaded with pleasure. The eviscerating heat of the orgasm burned away all of her pretenses and lies.

As she drowned in euphoria, she knew that she meant those words for one person and one person only. She knew their romance would continue, and her husband would do nothing to stop Sneha’s long ride.

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Arfa was both surprised and happy after Amy narrated her last night’s hook-up story. She was happy that finally Amy was spreading her legs and satisfying her needs.

Later that day, Amy and Arfa went out and did some shopping. They did everything they could, spending money like paper pampering themselves with costly clothes to a pedicure. Their skin glowed after a golden facial.

But that was not the facial either of them was looking for. After all, the apartment had arranged a grand annual event for all its residents. Amy had to attend that. Meanwhile, Arfa had an event to attend.

She called Hari and asked him to be her driver for the day.  Amy took out one of her most expensive partywear. After a warm shower. She waxed completely and moisturized her skin. She picked up a lacy thin black panty that was transparent except at the middle and pulled it up her legs.

She pressed her breasts. These melons made men weak. Gently she placed her black push-up bra over her tits and strapped it behind. Then she got into her tight green skirt that reached her knees. She turned around and looked at her ass in the mirror.

Her ex used to crush them like sponge balls, and she had only become sexier with age. She wore a green sleeveless top with a very thin transparent strap for the shoulder. It looked like a green silk scarf wrapped across her boobs.

Thanks to the push-up bra, her melons seemed to give a very deep cleavage. Amy wore a thin necklace that glistened against her skin.

And just like that, she got the attention of all the men and a few women too as she walked into the annual party. It was 7 PM, and Arfa hadn’t shown up yet, but Amy’s phone vibrated.

“I can’t come today. I am getting my holes filled!”

Amy giggled as she read it.

Her perfectly shaped ass was giving off the boundaries of the panties that she wore. The thin gave between her top and her skirt also exposed her fleshy navel and belly button. She was looking like the perfect slut someone would want in their bed.

Maybe due to her excess glamour and slutty look, men who wanted to hit on her could not build up the courage for it. Finally, as she was watching the show around, a guy in his 30s showed up offering a glass of wine. She accepted it more than happily.

They talked about the party, he asked her name, but she didn’t ask him. Amy exposed as much cleavage as she could to the stranger whenever he talked. His eyes could never have enough of her. He was moving closer to her every second, and they were pressing against each other’s bodies.

And then there was a power shutdown. Completely dark, the backup generator wasn’t starting either. She felt his hand on her ass.  He was squeezing them gently, feeling her ass as much as he could.

His fingers traced her panties and pinched her butt. Rubbing her ass crack, he grinned. In a fraction of a second, she grabbed his crotch in the darkness. He was getting hard inside his pants, and she felt a warmth she wanted in her mouth.

“If you touch me, I get to touch you,” She whispered

“Better make it happy then,” He grinned.

He took her to the farthest, darkest end of the garden. Some of the backup lights turned on, but Amy was turned on even more.  Pushing him against a wall, she kissed his neck while arms fondled her ass like a pillow.

She pressed her melons against her chest, making him wild as a horse. She gently pressed her hand on his crotch. He was big and warm. He undid his pants for her, and she slithered inside his pants, trying to get a hold of his tool.

As expected, he was already leaking within his underwear. She rubbed it slowly and took it out, unwrapping his underwear.

Locking lips with him, she rubbed the top of his cock. He was wet and extremely hard. He was throbbing with veins within just a few strokes. His load was building up so was her cunt.

He moaned as her palm tightened over his dick and jerked him faster than before. Another few minutes and he was on the verge of unloading his milkshake.

Amy took a moment to admire the manhood. She wanted it in her mouth but smudging her lipstick was not something she would do now.  She held him tightly and felt his veins and the aroma from his dick.

He leaked precum into her palms that lubricated his cock. She was squeezing his balls too. She had never even touched a stranger, and right now, she was stroking a stranger’s cock.

“I wish I could taste you, but I don’t want to ruin my lipstick,” She said, smiling.

“My dick is already in heaven,” he replied.

She stopped for a second and licked the precum off her palms. Her hand was slipping due to excessive lubrication by the precum.”I like how it tastes,” She smiled.

Looking at his face, she jerked him harder and faster than before. His cock throbbed like a machine about to explode. His balls were getting ready to discharge.

“I am coming,” he moaned.

“I know you are,” She grinned as she felt her palms get wet with his thick sticky juice. He let out a decent load onto her palm and wrist. He enjoyed the erotic handjob from a mature woman.

She licked her thumb, tasting the residual milkshake. “Not bad,” She said, smiling.

Almost all the lights were back by now. Letting him dress up, she walked away, licking her fingers. She was soaking wet, and she needed some help too.

To be continued.

Hi lovely readers! Before I start the story, I want to thank you for showing so much love on my previous story. I was overwhelmed by reading your comments and since many of you wanted to connect with me personally, I have mentioned my email address at the end of this story.

About me:

I am a 27-year-old single woman living in Mumbai. I am a very sexual person and I love sex a lot. I have been single for the last 7 years because I enjoy having a wide range of options.

I have an average height and dark skin and big assets. My 38F size boobs always grab the attention of men while walking on the streets, on the train, or bus. I love the attention and I love flaunting my huge tits by wearing deep-neck clothes and tops.

Men approach me by first starting a conversation and then slowly, move their hands on my body. I love it when they think I am not aware when they touch my body!

Anyways, I hope this story makes you cum for me!

Here is the story:

It had been 3 months since I left my old job and had lost contact with my ex-boss Aniket. We chatted a little on WhatsApp but it was about random stuff. The memory of my previous boss’s thick cock inside me was still fresh and I would often think about him on top of him while I was being fucked by someone.

One day, I was on a Tinder date. The guy had set the mood by lighting scented candles and good music. We talked a little about work and other stuff but then, got right to business because we were both horny. He grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. I moaned in between the kisses that turned him on even more, making him bite my lips and slide his tongue inside my mouth which I took gladly.

Things escalated quickly and soon, I was on my knees, and he was fucking my mouth ruthlessly. My Tinder date’s fat dick reminded me of my ex-boss Aniket and I just wanted him so badly. While my date quickly ran to the washroom to grab a packet of condoms, I texted Aniket telling him that I wanted him to meet me and fuck me!

An hour after the amazing meaningless fuck with the stranger, I got into my cab and checked my phone. Aniket had sent me a picture of his fat dick. I couldn’t help but rub my pussy over the clothes. He told me that he got hard just by reading my message. We decided to meet on the same day.

I immediately changed the drop location of the cab to his home address and eagerly waited to see him. My pussy was on fire and I constantly kept reaching out and rubbing it. I saw the driver stealing some glances from the rearview mirror but I didn’t care.

My ex-boss met me just outside his apartment and grabbed my hand. I followed him to his apartment while the cab driver waited, watching us. He knew what we were up to and that turned me on even more. Lucky for me, Aniket stayed on the ground floor so, in no time, we were inside his house. He had a small table set up with hukkah and beer.

“I am going to fuck your brains out,” he told me as he locked the door and grabbed me in his arms.

“Oh, I’ve missed you,” I kissed him like there’s no tomorrow.

Aniket told me that our meeting had to be a secret and he didn’t want anybody to know about it. Apparently, he was in a relationship with a woman whom he was serious about.

“All I care about is this,” I told my previous boss as I grabbed his dick over his tracks. He wasn’t wearing underwear.

“What a whore!” he said, satisfied with my answer, and slid his hands inside my top and unbuttoned my bra. I took off his t-shirt and my top. He sat on the bed and pulled me on his lap facing him. Aniket grabbed both my boobs in his hands and licked them.

“Oh, I’ve missed these huge melons. Sahi main bahot bade hai, baby.”

My ex-boss had gone crazy and he kept on sucking my nipples. I could feel his dick poking me and I started grinding my ass on it slowly.

“Ohhh fuckkk. Slut!”

I smiled at him, got off his lap, and pulled his tracks down.

“My girlfriend and I haven’t had sex so I didn’t shave,” he explained as I grabbed his hairy balls.

“It’s perfect,” I told him and got on my knees. And my previous employer positioned his dick on my mouth and started fucking it.

While I was getting deep-throated for the second time, I realized what a slut I have become. Aniket moaned loudly as he drilled my mouth.

“Fuck..Baby, mera nikal jaega aaj jaldi. I missed you..”

Aniket had gone crazy. He pulled me up and pushed me on his bed, opened my legs and licked my wet clit. I felt like I should tell him about the Tinder date but then I felt his fingers spreading my pussy lips followed by the cool sensation of his tongue penetrating inside me. I decided to go with the flow.

He ate me like a hungry dog and made me cum in his mouth. I pulled him on top of me and kissed his lips. His mouth tasted like my pussy and cum.

“What has gotten into you?” I asked him as he was being crazy horny.

“I’ve not fucked anyone after you. I didn’t want to. I want to fuck my girlfriend but she wants to wait. I didn’t plan to cheat on her but when you texted me, I couldn’t control myself.”

“I’m glad you couldn’t. I want to keep fucking me as long as we can.”

Before he could say anything, I wrapped my legs around my ex-boss’s waist and positioned his dick right on my fuck-hole.

“Baby. Condom ke bina nahi. Tu preg ho gai toh mushkil ho jaegi,” he said.

“You don’t want to fuck me without a condom?”

“Fuck! No! I want to. But..”

“Then fuck me, baby!”

I tightened my legs grip around his waist and slid his dick inside.

“Ahh fuck baby. Oh, fuck bahot gili hai tu” Aniket looked into my eyes as his dick tested my tight hole.

“Please..” I looked into his eyes and begged for his dick. I know he loved watching me beg for his dick.

He groaned and pushed his dick deeper.

“More!” I demanded.

“Yess!” He pushed his thing deeper in me.

“More! All of it!” I stared into his eyes and told him what I wanted.

“You’re mine,” he said while choking me.

“Make me yours,” I loved provoking the beast side of him.

He grabbed my hands and held them over my head and started licking my underarms while his dick drilled me like there is no tomorrow.

After fucking me in missionary for a few minutes, my ex-boss grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the bed. He pinned me on the door and lifted one leg of mine on the table. He positioned his dick on my hole and with one big thrust, he was deep inside me. He fucked me mercilessly with sweat dripping from his face and body.

“Fuck!! Baby. I can fuck you every day.”

“Pleasee. Your dick feels so good,” I moaned still pinned to a door.

He covered my mouth and fucked me from behind for a while and then pushed me onto the floor.

“Ghodi banja.”

I obeyed him immediately and got on my fours. I spread my legs apart. Aniket positioned his monster cock against my hole, grabbed my ass, and pushed it inside me.

I screamed because of the pain but he didn’t care. He grabbed my hair and banged me, spanked me real hard. I loved how he made me feel like a slut that I am.

“Baby.. I’m gon..na cum,” he moaned while still fucking me.

I stopped him and lied with my back on the floor.

“I wanna look into your eyes when you cum in me.”

“Baby, are you sure?”

“Only if you want to like I do.”

He kissed me softly and held my legs open.

“Good Lord! You are leaking.”

I smiled thinking about the steamy Tinder fuck that had made my pussy wet.

My horny ex-boss slid his fat dick inside me with ease and started banging me. He had his stare fixated on me as he kept drilled me. The sweet funny boy was gone and all I could see was a monster using my fuck-hole.

“Shitttt!”

“Yes! Give it to me!”

“Fuckk baby, pussy bahot garam hai teri. I can’t hold it.”

“Don’t, baby. I want it!”

I spread my legs apart and he fucked me hard and with one deep strong thrust, he pumped his hot jizz inside me. We kissed while I felt his cum being sprayed inside me. The feeling of warm cum filling my womb was amazing.

“I.. I fucking love you,” he grabbed my face and kissed me softly.

He stayed on top of me with his now limp dick still inside as he caught his breath.

“I’ve never cum so badly. Your pussy was so wet.”

I thought for a second and decided to tell him.

“Aniket, I have to tell you something.”

“What, baby?” he said while biting my nipple.

“I actually was on a date with a guy I met on tinder. I was at his place when I texted you.”

“He fucked you?” he asked.

“Yes. But we used a condom. I don’t know, I wanted you without it.”

“You were in the middle of a fuck date when you texted me? Fuck!”

“I’m sorry.”

“What? No no!! I’m happy. I did feel your pussy a little sore. But I thought you’re just horny. I loved fucking that sore pussy.”

“You did?”

He slid his hands in between my legs and started rubbing my clit.

“Oh, hell yeah! Let’s do this again. Maybe you can go on a Tinder date after I fuck you.”

My ex-boss slid 3 fingers inside my cum filled pussy.

“Oh yes, please. Deeper, baby,” I couldn’t believe that I had become so shameless and horny with him.

Aniket fingered my pussy for half an hour and made me cum multiple times. I licked his fingers clean that tasted like his and my cum.

We continued to meet at his place till the lockdown. But we decided to not have unprotected sex as it was risky. I still play with my pussy thinking about how amazing it felt when he pumped his jizz inside me.

** The End **

Thank you guys for reading and let me know in the comments how you think about the story. I want to clarify that this is a true incident with changes in names and other minor details.

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Love you!

Hello readers! This is Simraan and it’s time to drop your pants and grab that horny cock of yours for a quick release of sexual stress!

You guys probably know how sexual mosh pits in concerts can attract a lusty crowd by a quick peek of panty or sexy thongs. Well, I am about to tell you about a wild incident that took place in a nightclub. Believe me, I didn’t flash my panty here because I wasn’t wearing any…

One wild Friday evening, I was hanging out with my girl friends to have a good time. After a few rounds of drinks, we decided to hit the dance floor of the nightclub to arouse a few cocks that we were interested in.

To make it exciting, my girl friends and I, pulled our panties while we were warming up in the middle of a decent crowd. I was grinding my body against my friends and that sexually inspired a few guys to come closer to us!

I soon found my group surrounded by four handsome dudes who were moving their bodies teasingly to match our rhythm. The beats were rocking, and the low lights made them strip away the clothes. Soon, the hands began to grip the female waists to pull them closer to feel their curves.

There was a wave of orgasmic vibes that hit my pussy the moment one of the men started grinding with me. He was quite experienced as he knew the right-hand gestures and the body touch that makes a woman wild. One wrong move and the whole mood could be ruined.

The men began to shuffle so that all the curvy chicks enjoyed the best part in equal. Sometime later, I sensed a new guy behind my curvy body. He started off well by rubbing his cock just enough against my moving hips. But then he began to lift my skirt high enough to expose my ass cheeks.

The dude was violating all the dance floor etiquettes with unknown people. He grabbed my ass cheeks and started rolling his fingers over my ass crack. If it wasn’t for all the drinks that I had gulped down, I would have kicked him in the balls for behaving like a desperate donkey.

The dude then started grinding his naked cock against my ass cheeks. I felt the thickness of his manhood and enjoyed it a little bit before it started pressing down, looking for penetration!

I grabbed that dude by his cock and made it to the side of the crowd. People were cheering us as they made way for us to slip outside the club to a place where the magic happens. The extra horny guy whose cock I was pulling along with me was telling me that he knew a better place where we could fuck hard quick.

After reaching a private place, I stood in front of the guy whose dick looked like it was going to shoot cum any minute.

Me: What’s the matter with you asshole?! Are you new to this place?

He looked at me with a confusing glance and then began to leave the spot.

Me: Who said you can leave just like that? I am not a hooker who will spread my legs just after that performance. You have had way too much fun already.

The guy: Just tell that to my cock-sucking girlfriend. She certainly didn’t hesitate to fuck with a random guy… (he shouted).

The guy realized that he wasn’t in a position to shout in fact even open his mouth other than asking for an apology. He continued even before I could react.

The guy: I’m sorry, okay? I got the shock of my life just a few hours ago and then I lost control of watching you dance in the club. Really, I am sorry for that!

Me: Was this your first breakup?

The guy: I wish I had confronted her. But I want to show that bitch that I am not her puppy.

I felt bad for that guy, so I asked him what happened. After listening to the cause of his sorry state, I wanted to help that guy make closure with his cheating girlfriend. When I told the guy that I can help him get equal with his girlfriend, his face brightened up.

He told me his name was Abhishek, before leaving the club with excitement. I decided to help Abhishek because of the size of his cock! It was quite thick even though I wasn’t holding it properly while pulling him out of the dance floor.

Abhishek had caught his girlfriend fucking another guy that day. The worst part was that his girlfriend told her new lover that Abhishek obeyed her like a puppy. My pussy got wet when Abhishek was describing the adulterous scenes he saw at the club.

The couple had come to the club to get naughty with each other. But his girlfriend caught hold of a guy who tickled her pussy with just the right looks. Abhishek ignored his girlfriend’s increasing eye contact with the guy and took her to a new spot.

His girlfriend then told him that she must be returning home to attend to some urgent matter. Abhishek agreed to leave the club separately but decided to follow his girlfriend secretly. To his shock and horror, his girlfriend went back into the dance arena to continue with her staring-seduction with the new guy; that was the shock.

The horror was when her girlfriend started grinding her body against the guy who looked as though he wanted to fuck her right there. Abhishek described their dancing scenes as quite provocative yet heartburning for him. Apparently, the guy was moving his hands on her girlfriend’s inner thighs while grinding his cock against her round ass.

Abhishek told me that that his girlfriend slipped outside the club not before the guy had licked her fingers after pulling his hands out of her skirt dress. Abhishek followed them and saw them kissing intensely on the lips and cuddling tightly. The guy was playing with his girlfriend’s ass cheeks while she stroked his cock.

Abhishek told me that while his girlfriend was getting fucked from behind in a standing position, she kept joking about him, describing him as her puppy to her new lover. Abhishek left the spot when his girlfriend took the new lover’s cum on her face – something she had not even done with Abhishek!

I told Abhishek to come to the club the next day again to enjoy a perfect closure experience. Also, I had told him to act in front of his girlfriend like he was talking secretly with another girl about meeting outside the club.

Everything was planned. Abhishek (with his girlfriend) and I saw each other in the club at our decided spots. While having a good time, Abhishek was supposed to slip outside the club and meet me at the place where he had seen his cheating girlfriend having sex with another guy.

First, it was I who had slipped outside the club waiting for him. Then, it was Abhishek’s turn to slip through the crowd. When he met me, he said that he had seen his girlfriend follow him. We stood in an embracing position to welcome Abhishek’s girlfriend in the cheating corner of the club.

Abhishek was looking from the corner of his eye for his girlfriend. He was supposed to press my shoulder (as a signal) when he saw his girlfriend coming out of the club secretly and catching us. But after a few heart-thumping minutes, I pressed Abhishek’s shoulder because I saw his girlfriend coming out of the club from a different back exit.

Me (whispering): The bitch sure knows all the exits in this club…

Abhishek did not say anything, but his focused eyes confirmed that he was ready for the closure act. To keep his reactions natural, I didn’t say what I had in my mind. I simply made him promise that he would do anything to feel better. But what I did tell him was to bring an expensive set of his girlfriend’s bra and panty, obey my commands and respond to me calling me his ‘mistress’.

Me: How come you have kept me waiting for so long?

Abhishek: I’m sorry, Mistress, but my ugly ass girlfriend wasted my time.

Me: Your girlfriend! Do you like her ass more than mine?

Abhishek: No, not at all my mistress. I like your ass. Your ass gives me a billion times more pleasure than my girlfriend’s ugly ass.

Me: I don’t trust you. Prove it!

Abhishek: Here, (showing me the lingerie) see these, this is what I had bought for that ugly ass skank. These only suit your amazing ass and beautiful boobs, my mistress.

I ordered Abhishek to remove my skirt dress and put on the bra and panty on me. He did it with affection (and touched my nude body more than required!) and then began to stare at me in awe.

Abhishek (bowing in front of me): My gorgeous mistress, you look ravishing in this expensive set of lingerie. My eyes have been cleaned from watching that ugly ass girlfriend of mine in these.

Me: Don’t just kiss my ass in words. Do it! Show me how much you love my sexy nude body. Fall at my feet and start licking…

The moment Abhishek put his lips on my bare feet, I saw his girlfriend watching us in disbelief. She was breathing slightly heavily that explained her jealousy. Abhishek moved his lips smoothly on my legs, he pulled his tongue out to lick my thighs and then got confused about whether to proceed further in the direction of my ass or pussy.

Me: Follow my ass, my loyal dog. I want you to smell and lick my ass to prove your loyalty.

Abhishek was only eager to do that. He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart to expose my ass crack and asshole. Then, he shoved his tongue inside my asshole and began to give me a rim job. The intensity was such that I grabbed his hair with one hand and one of my boobs with the other.

Me: How does my asshole taste? Better than that skank?

Abhishek: Your sweet asshole is incomparable with that stupid ass bitch face, my mistress. Her ugly ass only attracts pigs. I wish I could bury my face inside your asshole.

He kept worshipping my asshole and it was making my pussy wet! I pulled his hair and got him in front of me for the next task.

Me: Good. It seems like you are in love with my ass. Now, give the same treatment to my pussy. I want to know how much better it is than that stupid ass bitch.

Abhishek went on his knees and began to stimulate my wet pussy with his tongue. He sucked my clitoris in such a way that my legs began to shiver. I had to start pressing my big boobs in order to transfer the excitement.

Me: Yes, my loyal dog, keep licking my pussy just like that, oh!

I had to grab his hair and control his movements to let out the first batch of orgasmic fluid that was coming out.

Me: Take this water, my loyal dog. Tell me how it tastes, right there, ohh!

I squirted the vaginal fluid on his face and then made him lick my pussy to clean up the hot mess. He did it with enthusiasm all the while calling me his lovely mistress.

Me: It’s reward time, my dog. Lie down here, I want to ride on your cock. I hope it’s hot and hard to satisfy my pussy.

Abhishek: It will be its honour to slip inside your hot pussy, my mistress. I had been cleaning it thoroughly since it penetrated that ugly ass skank’s loose cunt.

Abhishek lied down on the ground with his hard cock sticking out like an arrow. I decided to taste his cock, so I rested my ass cheeks on his face.

Me: Let me taste your cock first. Till then, I want you to worship my tight ass. Do it properly or else I won’t let you penetrate my hot vagina.

Abhishek: I assure you, my mistress, I will eat your ass as if it were my diet. I must make love to your hot pussy because I want to taste how a real pussy feels. My loose cunt girlfriend never gave me that pleasure.

Saying that, Abhishek began to massage my ass cheeks while licking my asshole. I concentrated on sucking and stroking his cock which had a pulsating erection. After a few minutes of pleasurable foreplay, I sat on Abhishek’s cock and began to bounce up and down.

Me: I just want you to feel my pussy so don’t touch me while I’m bouncing on your cock. I want to make you feel the pleasure of a tight pussy.

I took his cock deep inside my hot and wet vagina. To make sure not to attract any attention apart from his girlfriend’s, I covered my mouth to soften my pleasurable moaning sounds.

After a few minutes of intense penetration, Abhishek was beginning to lose his calm. I didn’t want him to ejaculate his cumload inside my pussy, so I got up and began stroking his cock. It took a few hard strokes to make him shoot his hot load of cum.

I collected his love juice on the bra and panty. By then, his girlfriend had seen everything which made her leave the scene fuming.

Abhishek seemed more than satisfied when I described the look on his cheating girlfriend’s face when she left us.

We both had dinner and spent our remaining time talking about his girlfriend’s text message about a sudden headache that she got.

***

So, there it is you guys, that’s how my friendly BDSM tactics helped me worship the pervert (who then became my friend) and helped a poor guy seek closure with his cheating girlfriend.

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Following is a creative work of fiction. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents.

I woke up with my brother shaking me to wake up. I looked at my brother, who was in school uniform with half-open eyes.

Brother: What happened? Are you not going to college?

Me: I am feeling feverish. I won’t go.

Brother: Why are you sleeping here?

Me: Since the fever won’t spread to you guys, mom brought me here and cared for me all night.

Brother: Okay.

He didn’t bother to ask any more questions and left. I tried to sleep again. But the voices of my brother and sister have made my sleep elusive. The last I remember was my brother shouting to my mom that he was going to school.

By the time I woke up, it was almost 10:30. I was feeling light. No one would believe that last night I fucked my mom here in this very room. But now, the room seemed naïve without a hint. I could hear some movement in the kitchen, hinting my mom was busy with cooking.

The main door is closed, but I double-checked before going into the next room. I looked at the shelf and tried to search for the blouse which I had torn. Trying to think what she must have done, I entered the kitchen to see my mom cooking. She is busy stirring the curry, and the strong flavors hit my nostrils.

I stood at the entrance, turning my gaze to her. I was amazed looking at her. She was wearing a new brinjal-colored blouse. A white nylon sari with floral prints blue, pink, and brinjal colors was wrapped to her body, exposing her curves. All of them feeding to my lust again.

At the same time, I am feeling hungry and a bit dizzy. But the lust in me overtook my hunger. My manhood was already making a tent in my pant. I went from behind and stuck my body hard to her back, holding her by the midriff. My dick was poking on her ass cheeks, and I was kissing her shoulder blades.

She was startled for a moment and cooperated with my moves. My hands slowly raised from waist to boobs. And it was at that moment she caught my hand tightly.

Mom: First go and fresh up. I’ll get you something to eat.

Me: I want this for my breakfast.

I said, poking dick in her ass and pressing her boobs symbolically. She was silent for a moment, and she again said, “Let me finish the cooking.”

“First, let me finish doing you,” I said and turned off the gas stove, “Let’s bath together today,” I said.

She said, “I already did.”

“But do it with me again. Who’s going to stop you?” I retorted with a smile.

She smiled and released herself from my clutches, “Let me get some hot water.”

I let her do the chore while I became stark naked. The night the lights were turned off. Now my nakedness is clear in the daylight. My dick was standing and jumping up and down in the air as I moved. My mom completed preparing water for the bath and looked at me, walking towards her with my nakedness.

Mom: You have become shameless.

Me: After last night, what is there to be ashamed of, Shobha?

I said, standing close to her, who is still in her sari.

Me: I want you to become like me and come for a bath.

“No,” she said shyly with a smile.

Me: Much better. Let’s get into the bath. I will disrobe you one by one enjoying each inch of your body. I would love you to see how your son removes clothes from your body and fuck you here. You are going to have the fuck of your life, mom. A standing hardcore fuck.

She was smiling and looking at me with eyes widened and interested. I moved close to her, pulling her close to me. Looking into her naughty eyes and face with a naughty smile, I walked, pushing her into the bathing area. I walked till we hit the wall, and I was crushing her boobs on my chest.

Then I moved my face close to her to take her lips. She closed her eyes. My hands were groping her naked waist as we kissed. My other hand groped her ass. The kiss became intense, pushing each other’s heads in response. Our bodies are heating up.

After few minutes, we stopped kissing and looked at each other. I took the mug of water from the bucket and pinned her to the wall with my chest crushing her boobs. I poured water on both of us, making us wet. After a few mugs, I could see the clear curves of her body.

I stopped, and my hands explored those curves passing from waist to boobs to neck till her head. I then slowly removed the loose end of the wet sari covering those boobs. The trickles on her boobs were making us mad. I lowered my head, placed lips, sucked the water over the boobs.

She held my back and was close to me. I was getting excited. Slowly I started removing the hooks. The naked boobs with brown areoles gave their divine appearance. I was mad with lust. I started pushing my hardened dick over womanhood from above her sari.

My dick was throbbing, and my mind had an extreme adrenaline rush looking at my mom half-naked. I eagerly pulled out the blouse and threw it away. It fell in the middle of the kitchen. I saw her lustful eyes and holding her waist pulled closer to me. Her boobs crushed to mine while we kissed madly.

Then I made her sit on the small wooden plank resting on the cement vessel for holding water. I lifted her soaked saree while my dick was jumping in the air, throbbing. As I was exposing her, she looked at me with lust. When her pussy was exposed, I positioned my dick between her legs and slowly pushed it in.

She involuntarily wrapped her legs around my waist. This pushed my dick into her pussy easily. It was wet and slippery.

“Already hot, bitch,” I said.

“Fuck me,” she said.

I slowly started moving and drilling her pussy while my hands mauled her boobs. At times I pinched the nipples making her moan while pushing my dick hard into her cunt. I was talking all dirty while enjoying the fuck. She, at times, responded dirtily.

I was not sure for how long I was pumping her. But then, out of the blue, she said, “Fuck me properly.” I held her tightly and embraced her. Then I lifted her while locking my dick with her pussy. Then I pinned her to the wall and started ramming her pussy. She was going ecstatic and mad.

After fucking 15 minutes, I came inside her this time. As our bodies tried to relax, I was holding her to the wall. My dick was still hard, and I could feel the juices dripped from her pussy to over my testicles. As the drop of the juice reached the leg halfway, I took the mug and started pouring water over us.

Maintaining the same position, we completely disrobed, exposing our locking of genitals. Then we bathed each other. She applied soap to my body, and I also applied soap to her. Then we enjoyed a relaxing bath with warm water. We came to the bedroom still locking.

But this time, we disentangled. My dick came out still hard and ready. Mom looked at it with widened eyes.

“Oh! My god, you are still hard. What should I do with this?” she said, pointing to my dick.

“Maybe take it into your pussy,” I said shamelessly and pushed onto the bed.

We had steamy sex for another hour and then rested for another hour. When we got up, it was 1:45 pm. Mom rushed into the kitchen wearing a new sari. She cooked lunch. By the time we had lunch, it was almost 3:30. As she came and rested, I was again ready for another session.

When I held her waist, she said she was tired. I just kissed her for few minutes and held her waist. I finger fucked her. She was looking at me while I fucked for 15 minutes. That night I didn’t get a chance to take her to the next room as she was tired.

The next day I had to go to college. But my mind was on when I would fuck her again. I made plans that I would take her to the next room again today. But the time has planned something else for me. When I reached home, I found that my dad had already come.

All my spirits were dampened, and my mom could see it on my face. But she didn’t make any expression. She was a completely normal mom again. I wondered if this is the same woman who bathed naked with me and got shamelessly fucked by me the other day.

I was confused by her behavior that evening. And that night, she slept in her normal place between my brother and sister. I was horny for her and upset. But I could not sleep that night. After a couple of hours, both my siblings were in a deep sleep. I took the chance and put my hand over my brother to reach her.

After pushing my hand into a blanket, I removed my sister’s hand from her waist and took her waist. When I was pressing her waist, she woke up and held my hand. She removed my hand and tried to sleep, but I again held her waist.

This time she raised half of her body – first looked at my siblings, then at the watch which the radium hands showed as 11:05. Then looked at me for a second and asked what I wanted. I signaled, putting my hand on my dick. She looked at me for a second. It was almost dark, and we could hardly see.

She was the first to get down from the bed. I took the lead and got down. As I started to get down, she walked into the kitchen. I got down and followed her into the kitchen. She was just beside the entrance. As I entered the kitchen, she pulled me closed and whispered, “What do you want?”

I kept my mouth near her ear said, “You know what I want.”  I held her mid-riff.

“Don’t be mad. Your dad is in the next room. He can come any minute. Be careful. He always suspects me. Behave till he is around.”

“So once he is not there, I can misbehave?” I asked in a whisper naughtily.

She didn’t respond. I embraced her tightly, pressing her boobs to my chest.

“Please, babu! Don’t behave like this when your dad is around. Wait till he leaves.”

“When will he leave?”

“I can’t ask him that? How am I supposed to ask that?”

“Then I can’t wait.”

“He can come inside any minute. Leave me and go to sleep.”

“No, he won’t come till so soon. I know he always takes to the next room only after 12:30. We still have 1 hour.”

“What do you want to do?”

“How about you getting fucked in a night by both your son and husband?”

“No, I can’t do it. If he comes, everything will end.”

“Don’t worry, Shobha. We will finish in 10 minutes. Please cooperate.”

By the time she would say something, I closed her lips and started mauling her boobs. Within minutes I stripped her naked and, pushing her to the wall, started ramming her cunt. Our naked bodies enjoyed. She soon forgot that her husband was in the next room and her other two children in the immediate room.

She enjoyed the fuck. It was an hour before I released her. When we were done, she wore her clothes and suddenly realized the time. We hurried to our places on the bed. She gave that naughty smile which I could see as my eyes got used to the darkness.

I am satisfied both physically and egoistically. I fucked her before her husband. My dad came after an hour and took her to the next room for a fuck. The next morning when I woke up, mom was in the kitchen. I first got down and came out to check the whereabouts of my dad.

He was not in the other bedroom and the front room. The door to the front room was closed but not locked. I knew that he must have gone to get the newspaper which he usually does. I latched the door from inside and rushed into the kitchen.

While going into the kitchen, I check on my siblings, who are still deep asleep. Mom has already too the bath and was making the tea. I went from behind and held, pushing my dick on her ass burying my face in her neck. She balanced herself and with a smile.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Dad has gone out to buy the newspaper,” I whispered back.

“So what? Your siblings will get up anytime. And he can be back anytime,” mom said.

I pushed her towards me and started kissing her. I played with her waist.

Mom: No, not now. Please, we don’t have time to do this.

Me: I know. Let me enjoy this waist.

She remained silent. Then again, after a few seconds.

Mom: The door is not closed.

Me: I latched it from inside.

Mom: Idiot, what will I say? Why I locked.

Me: Say that you went for bathing.

She did not respond. I continued my playing. Then again, I asked, “How was last night? You got fucked by your son and husband with a gap of 30 minutes. How is it getting fucked by son and husband on the same night?”

There was a silence. I released and looked at her face. She had a naughty smile.

Me: You liked it.

She smiled but did not answer.

Me: You act like Pativrata, but you are a horny bitch.

Mom: Watch your words, boy.

Me: I am already fucking you. What is there to watch in words. You are my horny bitch. Be ready for action again tonight.

Mom: No, I won’t. Your dad is here. You won’t get lucky every night.

“Let’s see,” saying this, I went back, unlatched the door, and got down to my daily chores.

The day went by normally. At night I forced her for a fuck. The same ritual continued for weeks. Every day she expresses the same fear, but at night gets fucked.

After a month my dad decided to go to the village. It was Friday. As he was leaving that evening, we secretly exchanged smiles. My brother went to drop him and get some groceries. While my sister worked on homework, I went into the kitchen and held mom in my embrace.

She was shying with smiles. I spoke in whispers in her ears. “Ready for action tonight. We have a long night Shobha again.”

She giggled. I kissed her lips and left her to do her chores. At night I took her to the next room. She came, and we got cozy. As we started to heat our bodies, I said, “Shobha, I want to marry you and fuck you like a wife.”

She smiled, and I pressed her waist. She knows by now that I liked her waist. She pushed her sari away, exposing her waist wrapped in a sari. I bent down and started kissing it.

I sucked it, mauled it till my heart’s content, and then my hands went on to take her boobs. As we locked our eyes, I proposed to her. This time she responded.

Mom: I am already married to your father.

Me: I want to marry you again. Remove this mangalsutra and tie it again. I want fuck you like a bride in all the saris. I want to be your real husband. As I always say, he is the husband for the world, but I am your real husband.

Mom: After marrying, what do you want to do?

Me: Fuck you like a wife.

Mom: Now also, you do the same. Why marry me?

Me: Now you are my mom. I am fucking you like a horny bitch. I want to fuck you like your husband. I want to tie the mangalsutra again. I want to have the first night.

She was silent.

Me: I will show you how many ways you can get fucked. I will teach you Kamasutra.

She silently looked at me.

Me: Silence is half agreement. Let’s get married when my siblings go out with dad for a trip. They are planning it for the next month.

She is still looking at me. I smiled and pulled her closer to me.

“What?” I asked.

Mom: Nothing. I am not sure what all the things you will make me do.

Me: You have a lot of surprises.

She smiled naughtily, closing in my face teasing me with her lips. I locked them without leaving anything for chance. Pulling her closer, I just switched off the gas stove. We lost in time till we suddenly realized that it was too long. At the same time, we disentangled, my brother walked in.

For the remaining part of the evening, I had to keep my hands to myself. We exchanged secret seductive smiles. It was hard for me to control my urges to take my mom to bed. Finally, we were able to retire to bed, switching off the lights.

It was hard to control my itching hands to keep them to myself and wait till the time was ripe. Sleep was hardly around that night. Just 3 hours seemed like eons. It was instinctive, and when it was ready, I rose with my elbows on the bed and tapped her shoulder.

She rose head looking at me in the darkness as if she was waiting for the same moment. I signaled her, pointing her to the next bedroom. We slowly got down from the bed without disturbing my siblings.

As we got down, I walked towards her, held her by the waist, and, moving close to her ears, expressed my wish, “Shobha, wear the green sari. Ah! But with the new 3/4th blouse that you got recently.

She held my head, pushing her fingers into the back of my hair and pulling my ear close to her ear, said something which surprised me.

“I know! That’s why I already got the blouse ready.”

She left to the next room, leaving me to my fate for the next few tens of minutes. I walked to the next room to get down to the arrangements to engage her for the night. I successfully made the bed on the same spot as I fucked the first time.

Today I was busy making the same bed ready for us. It was a weird feeling but aroused me. I was done with making the bed and lighting up a couple of incense sticks. I was strolling around the room with my hardened dick. Just the thought that I would fuck her on the same bed when my dad left was arousing.

After around 15 minutes, the door opened. My mom Shobha entered the room in a green-colored tiger striped nylon sari with a 3/4th hands blouse. The bare waist was exposed more than necessary. I understood that it was a necessary evil which I liked very much.

I couldn’t wait any further. Without waiting, I pushed her to the wall and held her waist, looking into her eyes. It was then she said something for which I don’t have an answer even today.

Mom: Why are you crazy about my waist? I know that you are mad about it. But not sure why.

Me: Even I am not sure, Shobha. But whenever I look at it, it provokes me to maul it to my heart’s content. And that, Shobha, will happen.

Mom: Oh! Soon I will become old, and you won’t love it the same way you do now.

It was new for me. She was oozing out such words out of her mouth like a lover. But I loved them. I quickly squeezed her lips for a minute, and then looking into her eyes, I said.

Me: Never, mom, your waist would never get old, and I would maul it even when you are old. I will drill your pussy when it wrinkles.

Mom: Really?

Me: Try me! You will see. Now stop talking, let me lock your beautiful lips between mine and your waist in my hand. And stop thinking, mom, enjoy the fuck.

She didn’t respond nor reject the idea. It was minutes before I played around with the waist and ran hands over her boobs, getting cozy in her arms. She put her arms on my back now and caressed it. I was aroused more by the act. I mauled it so hard that she released it by loosening her lips from mine.

Mom: Be gentle!

Me: Can’t darling, I waited to fuck you for long.

I held by her waist and took her to bed which was now made on the floor. This was to avoid creaky sounds that the cot releases when it shakes violently with my hardcore strokes. Yeah! And also from the strokes of her husband and my dad.

She lay on the bed, cooperating with my actions. I disrobed myself of the minimal robes which covered my body, leaving me in my underwear with a bulge. As I jumped on her, she shied away.

I pinned her hands on either side of her head and moved on top of her. She was still the same shy woman. In the first round, I fucked her by raising her petticoat along with her sari and pumped her for the rest of the night. I think it was early morning, around 5 am when she left the room.

We didn’t care if my siblings woke up in the middle of the night and enjoyed the night. It was the first time she hadn’t complained about getting late. As she left the room, I restored the bed to its previous place. I just got down to my rest after three quick fucks.

To be continued.

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