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Hello everyone, I am a 35-year-old man living in London for the past 6 years. My family lives in Delhi, so I visit Delhi once a year. As you read in my last story, “Shy NRI Bhabhi’s Massage in Front of cuck husband“, myself, Nitin, and the shy NRI bhabhi Smita had a great massage session.

In the next few weeks, there was no contact with them. I was also having a good time with Soumya. It was kind of biding my time to see if we would meet again.

One day, I got a message on WhatsApp from a new number saying, “Hello”. I checked the DP on WhatsApp and it was the NRI bhabhi Smita. I conversed with her. It was a short brief conversation. She was asking me if I could meet her, near her work in a coffee shop for 15 minutes. We decided to meet the next morning at 10:00. She asked if we could keep this conversation between myself and her only.

I made my way to Chigwell again the next day and met her in Starbucks, not far from there. She came looking beautiful and dressed up for the occasion, with boots up to the knees, blue jeans, and a black jacket. Her ass was looking amazing and the makeup on her face made her look even better. I got coffee for both of us and our conversation was like this:-

Me: How are you?

Smita: Fine, and you?

Me: Fine, still remember the good time we had.

Smita: Yes, it was good, never done before, you made me a “Paapi” (started laughing).

Me: Sometimes ‘sinful’ can be more fun, right?

Smita: I need to discuss something with you.

Me: Go ahead.

Smita: Nitin wants me to have sex with you.

Me: Sounds good to me.

Smita: Me too, but there is a problem.

Me: What is the problem?

Smita: He wants to be cuckolded by you. Basically, he wants you to have sex with me in front of him like last time. But maybe add a bit more abuse in that.

Me: Ok, I am listening. Generally, I am not someone to abuse unless you bring that side out of me.

Smita: I know, even I don’t want him to get abused or even cuckolded.

Me: Ok.

Smita: Nitin is a good man, very intelligent, but always the butt of the jokes from his colleagues and friends. Because they know he is a bit weak, they make him look stupid sometimes, which I don’t like.

Me: That’s not very nice.

Smita: Exactly, hence I make him feel respected at home.

Me: So, where are we going with this?

Smita: Even I am not sure if I want to have sex with you in front of him.

Me: What about ‘not in front of him’?

Smita: I guess I want to try that since your magical touch from massage.

Me: What about Nitin?

Smita: You might think it’s weird as I am supposed to be faithful to my husband. But I want to have sex with you without his knowledge.

Me: I have no problem if you have no problems.

Smita: I want to see how it will go. Is it worth doing it in front of him? Also, how will I react after that?

Me: When should we do it?

Smita: I can make an excuse at work if you are free for the next few hours.

Me: I can take half a day off as well.

Smita: Can you book a hotel, as I don’t want to do it in my house without Nitin?

Then I booked a hotel for us via an app. The NRI bhabhi asked me to get condoms as I couldn’t cum inside her. Guess it was a safe option, so I got it from the local supermarket. Then we got the cab to the hotel, which was no more than 10 minutes away.

In the cab, I put my hand around her and rested on her shoulder. She looked at me and we had a small kiss on the lips. She winked at me and said, “You must not have thought today will be your lucky day”. I just smiled and thought, “Let me rip your pussy apart, and see who will feel lucky”.

The hotel check-in was easy, and we proceeded to the 2nd-floor room. I opened the windows and we had a view of the motorway (highway in India). She asked me to keep it closed, but I insisted, “At 60-70 miles per hour, who can see what is happening inside the 2nd floor window?” She was convinced with the idea and went to the toilet to freshen herself up. I took my clothes off apart from the underwear.

Smita came out, laughed, and said, “Someone is eager.”

I went close to her took her in my arms and started kissing the bhabhi’s luscious lips. Then I took her jacket off, put it on the side table, made her sit in bed, and started taking her shoes off, then her socks. While looking at her, I started licking her feet and gave a little suck to her thumb. She started feeling the heat, pulled me to bed, and started kissing again. Our lips were glued and tongues were in each other’s mouths, I could taste the chewing gum that she was chewing to get rid of the coffee taste.

My hands were rolling on her back and squeezing her big butts. Then I took her top off and in the next second, her bra was on the floor as well. I remembered from the last time I had a good time with these lovely boobs. So I started sucking them and squeezing them. My one hand was rubbing her thighs. Her fingers were all over my head/hair. Her armpits were clean with no hairs, even though I was not into armpits. But I did lick there for a few minutes which she loved, and said, “Nitin loves this.”

Hearing that, I got a bit more excited and started licking both armpits and carried on pinching the NRI bhabhi’s nipples. Then we had another passionate kiss while I started unbuckling her jeans. She was wearing tight jeans to display her curvy figure to the full extent. I complimented her, “Love the way these jeans were showing your bums.”

Smita said she had to change 4 times to get the right jeans which display her figure nicely to me. Then I removed her jeans. That day, she was wearing a thong. I was like, “Wow, you are completely differently dressed to how you were at home”.

She said she liked to be a good lady generally, but as she knew we were going to do a “Paap”, she was dressed up to make “Paap” more exciting.

As I was about to go down on her, she held my underwear and said, “Let’s remove this”, took my cock out, and gave it a nice kiss. I gave her a challenge which was, if she could suck my cock to full depth inside her throat, I would abuse Nitin in front of her if she would like that. I wasn’t sure how it would go, but she took it nicely and started giving me a blowjob.

I was sitting on my knees. Smita was sitting in a doggy pose and sucking my dick. My hands were trying to go spread her bums so that I could see in the mirror how that ass/pussy was looking today. After sucking my cock for a few minutes, I took my cock out of her mouth, went behind her, moved her thong string out of the way, and started licking. It was a new position for her.

The sexy NRI bhabhi was in a doggy pose in bed and I was licking her pussy/ass from behind. Her pussy/ass was tasting sweet, guess she applied some sexy lotion to make it more yummy. After licking her crack for a few minutes, it was time to do some good work. So made her lay down on the bed, took her thong off, and told her I was going to take this thong back as a memento. Hearing this, she started laughing.

I was rubbing my dick on her clit. Then she reminded me, “Honey, don’t forget the condom.”

I gave her a sealed condom, went close to her face, and asked her to cover it before I fucked her. As she was about to put it on, I quickly pushed inside her mouth for another quick blowjob. Then she put a condom on my dick and spat on my dick. I went between her legs and rubbed her pussy which was lovely and clean.

Then I started pushing my dick inside her. It was a beautiful feeling to fuck another married pussy. I started fucking her between her legs. After some time, she asked me to take it out. As soon as I took it out, she started rubbing her pussy.

I knew Smita was about to cum, so I started licking her pussy. Suddenly, the bhabhi cummed over my face. I wiped cum off my face. It was good. I carried on licking it and licked her ass once again as well. Then I sat on a chair near the window. She came and sat around my legs with her pussy over my dick. Then she started jumping up and down again. My hands were also pushing her bums up and down. We both could see cars passing on the highway while fucking each other at the same speed.

Smita asked me, “Do you think anyone can see us at that speed?”

I replied, “Not that I care, but if someone does, they will be jealous that I am fucking this fine married Indian pussy.”

Guess she liked my answer and said I was a real fucker, and started kissing me. I got a bit brutal and started spanking her bums as well. I think she had never seen outside in sex like today and started cumming again.

Then I took her to bed, asked her to turn into a doggy position, started licking her pussy again from behind (which helps me in prolonging sex), and rubbed her ass. Then I spat on her asshole and pushed a finger inside her ass. She was not prepared for that and looked behind. I started fingering her ass, while my thumb was rubbing her clit.

She said, “You fucker! Is that pussy not enough for you?!”

I said, “It is, I am testing your ass because I am going to fuck that in front of Nitin”, and pushed the second finger inside her ass.

She was in a bit of pain now and said, “He has never fucked my ass and never asked me either.”

I said, “It’s okay, this is an untouched part of your body and I will show him how it gets done.”

After fingering the NRI bhabhi’s ass for a good few minutes, her pussy was dripping wet. Then I brought my cock from behind and started fucking her front behind once again. Her bums were matching the rhythm of my cock going inside her pussy. I carried on playing with her asshole with one thumb and we both were getting on limits.

Smita cummed once again and could sense I was about to cum. Then she said, “Lick my cum first..”

I quickly bent down and started licking her cum and as soon her pussy was wiped off, she jumped back and removed the condom, and asked me to cum in her mouth. I held her hair, pushed my cock inside her mouth, and started fucking her mouth. It was too much and I cummed inside her mouth.

The she went to the bathroom, not sure if she she spat out or drank the cum. Then she came back and said, “That’s enough for me.”

I asked for one more round, she promised “soon” and started getting ready. Then I cleaned myself up and dressed up. She made 2 cups of coffee from the coffee-making facilities inside the room. I sat on the bed, she sat between my legs, and we both started sipping coffee. My hands were inside her top on her bra. She was enjoying the touch. Our small conversation to finish this meeting was like-

Smita: I am glad I made the right choice to come here with you.

Me: I am happy that you enjoyed it again with me.

Smita: You can be wild, but careful, my ass is still hurting a bit.

Me: What will happen when I will fuck your ass in the future?

Smita: I will be dead then lol or more like Nitin.

Me: Nitin will love it.

Smita: I am sure he will, he is so weak, but still I want you to respect our family.

Me: Yes, no problems with that.

Smita: I cannot make this a regular occurrence, so it will be a once-in-a-while kind of thing.

Me: As you wish, you got my number so just contact me.

We finished our coffee and before opening the door, kissed once again with me slapping her big ass.

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The lead of this story is Madhumita.

The questions asked by a young, handsome boy fetched back memories of past lost days. Madhumita never got a hint of her running away days, running away youth, and the running away thrill. She could hardly remember her last time exploration of exciting new things.

Madhumita – a 39-year-old married woman settled in Bangalore. She came from a well-educated family. She made all her youth struggle hard making her prepare to crack a government job. She lost all her teenage days buried in books.

Her efforts gave fruit as she got selected for a government job in Bangalore. But the struggle never seems to leave her.

As of today, her daily routine includes: Waking up too early and preparing breakfast and lunch for kids/husband/family. Getting ready for the office in a hurry, running to the nearby metro. Hang on a crowded metro with a heavy bag for almost an hour in the morning.

She used to work in an old govt building near Vidhana Soudha. Then, lunch from her box. Buy vegetables, and climb the metro again with clumsy crowded people/ Reach home sweaty/tired/strained. A little talk with her parents on the ground floor, her in-laws, and her kids.

Eat dinner and sleep. Repeat. It was a roller coaster ride. Sundays were dedicated to more work like washing clothes and cleaning the house. Even festival holidays never brought her the rest like all Indian women.

She could hardly remember a day of outing/a day idling, sitting and watching TV/a day roaming with her friends/a day eating her favorite foods and drinks/a day having pani puri. She even doesn’t remember a day when her husband took care of her. She looks old.

At the age of 39, why did she suddenly have the above realization?

The first time she saw the young boy on the metro train who rekindled her youth days. He was with what looked like his girlfriend. He wasn’t bothered about the public as he was touching and playing with his girlfriend’s body.

At this moment, Madhumita doesn’t know that this same man will be banging her brains out. And make her sleep with a sore pussy to rest for one complete day. The fuck of her lifetime.

Her first brief eye contact with this smart, handsome boy happened during the second meeting. This time, she found him near the panipuri counter in front of her office with a different girl who was prettier than the first one.

The boy was dashing as he looked straight into her eyes deeply ignoring the prettiest girl who was with him at that moment. Fuck, Madhumita felt excited and impressed by this boy. He dared to look into her, awakening her dead desires for sex.

During the third meeting in a few days, Madhumita could not control and gave away a smile to this smart young boy. He read something in her smile and chased behind her, opening up the first conversation.

The young boy said, “Hi.” Alarmed by his audacity she walks faster, ignoring him. The handsome young boy persisted again and said, “Hi,” this time louder than the first time.

She stops, puts on a serious face, and asks, “Hi. What?”

“You saw me, right? That day.” His confidence, smile, and the straight question caught her. A smile crossed her face without her control as she asked, “Which day?”

He ignores her question and praises her, “You look very pretty.” She covers her blush with a poker face asking, “Hey, What Pretty? What’s your age?” He seems to have no effect by her serious, angry face as he continues to flirt, “Come on Aunty. You do know you are very hot.”

He scanned her from head to toe as he finished his last statement. She felt like he undressed her with his alluring, deep eyes. He continued to speak, “Shall we have panipuri? Please.” She doesn’t know why she responded so. But her reply was, “I am married.”

He quickly responded, “I know you are married. That’s why I liked you. What is wrong with having panipuri with me?” Her mind told her, “Fuck I do not want to eat panipuri with him.” She replied sternly, “No.” He pleaded, “Please, just once.” She strongly repeated, “No,” and walked out.

After a week, they run into each other at a fourth meet. The young boy was with his first girlfriend. Seeing Madhumita, he speaks something in the ear of his girlfriend and rushes towards her. Madhumita was enjoying his attention towards her.

His girlfriend, who was younger, prettier, and beautiful, drove her activa out of the scene. This handsome boy ran into her again. With his alluring and charming smile, he wishes, “Hi, Aunty.” She hates it when she is referred to as an Aunty.

“Oop Hi”, he corrected, deleting the word Aunty as if he could read her hatred for the word. She glances all around, “Someone will see us. Please go.” He wasn’t ready to hear a No as he persisted, “Let them see.”

She replied just a “No.” He watches around and says, “OK. Here is the deal. Tomorrow at 5:30 near Vidhana Soudha metro station, panipuri stall. I will be waiting for you.” He informs her and leaves without hearing her response.

Madhumita was happier than ever before. She was floating on the cloud that evening. She was not irritated by the jam-crowded metro train while on her journey back home. She made a special dinner for her family, most importantly with love.

She takes a shower in the evening. For the first time in years, she wore jasmine and her favourite hottest saree. She wanted to tempt her husband for sex. She provoked her husband to bed for romance, foreplay, and damn fuck. Her hubby did not express any appreciation for her seduction efforts.

But he did fuck her, but her body was left craving for more and unfulfilled. The memories of the young boy were fresh in her head. His looks gave her a sleepless night with a delight fresh in her head.

The next morning, she awakes lousy and sleepy. She heads to shower early. Her bare body felt raw, hot, and soft. She wears a revealing yellow saree and a long strand of jasmine flowers in her hair.

She notices her reflection and cherishes her beauty and hotness. She even imagines how the boy will stare at her in this saree. She never liked men’s lusty stares. But today was different. She enjoyed men’s special attention on her body in the metro.

There was no doubt in her head. She had decided to visit the panipuri stall at the designated time. Her day ran slower as she eagerly waited for the clock to hit 05:20. She hurriedly rushed and reached the panipuri stall at 5:30.

She expected the boy to be waiting for her arrival. But he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she stood waiting for the boy, scanning all the people passing by. As the clock continued to tick, every minute she grew angrier and angrier on him.

She started to scold herself for having come expecting this young boy. The time ticked past 06 PM with no hint of the boy. She could not leave as she was very desperate to see him. Her legs were not ready to leave this place without seeing him.

At last, very sadly and angrily, she started to step towards the metro station. That is when a bike sped into her. She was excited as well as thrilled by seeing the young man. She continues to walk past his bike.

The young boy shouts, “Aunty. . . Aunty.” The crowd around her looked at this loudly shouting boy. She rushes to his bike to make his shouting stop. With no hint of sorry for making her wait, he signals her to climb onto his bike. She questions him, “What?”

“If you don’t sit. I won’t see you again,” he orders. She looks all around and continues to walk away from him. The boy screams again, “Oye. Aunty.” She climbs onto his bike, sitting one-sided. The boy speeds up his bike. She sat with a gap between them.

She was a little scared, thinking, “Where the hell was he taking?” He drove his bike through multiple small lanes of Chikpete. Bangalore’s pothole roads made her hefty huge boobs graze his back. Madhumita’s horniness returned while sitting behind the handsome boy on his bike.

Her pussy was active, with juices forming from the moment she saw him on his bike. She held his shoulder tightly as he drove faster. The young boy finally stops in front of an old-looking multi-storied building. He drives into the underground parking lot.

With no questions asked she follows him climbing the stairs. She was sweating with a pumped-up heartbeat as she climbed narrow stairs reaching the penultimate fourth floor. The fourth floor had a small room in one corner.

She stopped watching while the handsome guy walked past her and unlocked the door of that small room. Her heart suddenly yearned to get fucked by this handsome young bull. Like all women, she thought, “Will she surrender her yummy body so easily to this daring boy?”

But what other option did she have? She did climb all those stairs only to get drilled by this boy. The room looked dirty. Even with cool breezes, Madhumita’s underarms were wet and sticky with sweat. She stopped dead, thinking, what the hell was happening?

She decided not to surrender so easily and show some resistance. She waits on the stairs, but the boy doesn’t return to convince her to enter the small room. She takes measured, slow steps towards the room. If she didn’t have any plans of getting her pussy pounded, she could have walked out.

Madhumita instead progresses to the small room to hear her moans. Her pussy gets torn apart by the hard thrusts of the hungry boy. As she nears the door, she hears the sound of a flush. She then notices the boy appearing at the door entrance.

“Hey, What are you waiting for? Come inside.”

Standing in front of him, she says, “I am getting late. Why you brought me here? I want to go.”

He smiles broadly, and his reply astonishes her, “Baby, Don’t you know? Why I brought you here. Do you want to go?”

He suddenly yanks open his T-shirt, unveiling his sexy, hairless, sculpted chest. “Where do you want to go? Come now.” She shakes her head, “No, Please. I want to go home.” His reply was, “OK. Go home”

He shuts the door and latches from inside, leaving her stranded alone on the roof. “How can he close the door on me?”, she thinks. Angrily she walks towards the stairs with her leg anklet making noises.

A low noise hits her ear, “Ah, please don’t stop.” She stops and returns to the door of the small room. As she stepped closer to the room, the sound of the moans grew louder. She keeps her ear on the door, hearing the loud moans of a woman emanating from a speaker. Fuck!

Suddenly, the door was unlocked, and she was dragged inside. The young man hurriedly and hungrily showers kisses all around her sweat-drenched face. His lips hungrily kisses and sucks every bit of her face. She tries to push him away by his bare chest.

But his kisses had already made her pussy give away, leaking juices drenching her panty. The boy’s hands freely scanned over the saree, touching every soft corner of her body.

His hands land on her thick ass cheeks. He grabs the flesh of her ass cheeks firmly. Her ass cheeks were huge and juggling. He squeezed them hard painfully, “Ah, Kyaa Gaand hai.” (Ah, what an ass!)

His lips, after kissing every part of her face, were back to her lips. She was so horny that she allowed his lips to taste and enter her lips. Oh god, he tastes so nice. Madhumita seemed to have taken control as she was kissing him wildly now.

The boy tries to poke his fingers into the tightly wrapped ass crack. She moaned into his mouth. He continued kissing, sucking her lower and upper lips and taking her tongue into his mouth. He was kissing her cross-mouthed.

She opened her eyes and watched his handsome face as he hungrily ate her lips. He broke the kiss for a moment and looked into her eyes, “Ah, Aunty. No girl tastes like you. Heavens.” She feels heavens by his appreciation He locks his lips again.

Her mouth was going dry, and her throat was raw as he sipped every bit of her saliva. “Aunty, kiss me.” He continued to suck, not allowing Madhu to take a breath.

The story continues to part 2. Thank you, all ISS readers.

This is a continuation of the previous part. Please read them and come back here. Send your feedback to [email protected]

About Characters:

MIL: Sangeetha (36DD-28-38)

SIL: Pallavi is a very gorgeous woman who turned 21 (in 2013). 34D-24-38. She is very cute, sexy and has an amazing hourglass figure with a sexy ass.

Arun: Pallavi’s husband and a cuckold.

Me: I am Vira.

Quick Recap:

I accidentally told Pallavi that her mom had the same mole below her breast like her. I was caught red-handed. Pallavi was furious and was using cuss words against her mom (as she hated her). I told the truth. I made both mom and daughter reconcile.

After the emotional happiness, I fucked her for a good long time and then slept till 11:30 AM.

Continuation of the story:

After some time, Pallavi woke up due to a phone call.

Pallavi: Bava, wake up. Arun is calling. It’s a video call.

Me: Feeling sleepy, darling. Just say Hi from my side.

She rejected the call and woke me up.

Pallavi: Bava, wake up. He will call again. Let’s have fun.

As I didn’t wake up, she started giving me a blowjob. I finally woke up. She asked me to get inside the bedsheet. She just popped her head out of the bedsheet and video-called (Facetime) her husband.

Pallavi: Hi Pati Dev. What’s up?

Arun: Hi Srimati Devi. Nothing. I was going to the pub with friends. Just wanted to talk to you before I got drunk. What’s your plan?

Pallavi: Yes. I’ve some plans. Or should I say only one plan?

Arun: Hey, are you still in bed? It’s almost 11:30. Rosy didn’t wake you up? Did you have breakfast or not?

Pallavi: No, dear. I asked her to come late today, but it’s almost time. She may come at any moment.

Arun: Go and eat something.

Pallavi: OK. I’ll go after some time.

Arun: Hey! I don’t see any straps. What are you wearing? Show me?

Pallavi: Do you want to see it?

Arun: Just a minute, let me go somewhere private.

I was actually fondling her boobs and thighs inside the bedsheet while she was on a call with her husband. I was completely under the bedsheet. Arun didn’t know I had come to Chennai.

Arun: Now show me. Are you wearing anything inside or naked?

Pallavi just opened the right side of the bedsheet to show her boob, but I was actually pressing and playing with her nipple. I was also rubbing my hard dick on her thighs inside the bedsheet.

Arun: Hey, whose hand is that on your boob? It doesn’t look like yours!

Pallavi: No. It’s my hand only. I was covering my nipple.

It was, in fact, my hand. Pallavi started to laugh and tease Arun.

Arun: No. I know it’s not your hand. It is slightly dark compared to yours.

Pallavi: No, dear. It’s due to the shadow. It’s my hand only…

Arun: Show me again.

This time Pallavi covered her boob with her hand. I went down and started kissing her navel and further down to lick her pussy. The call went on. For almost a minute, she was able to manage. Pallavi started to enjoy this hide-and-seek game.

She was unable to control her words as I was licking her pussy. She was jiggling and jerking her body as I was licking her pussy. She was biting her lips and moaning slightly.

Arun: What happened? You are acting strangely today.

Pallavi: No.

Arun: You are talking as if you are masturbating and talking. Are you using the vibrator?

Pallavi: No.

She tried pushing my head away from her pussy. But I kept licking and fingering her pussy.

Arun: Then?

Pallavi: Hmmm, nothing.

Pallavi stayed silent and enjoyed my tongue working on her clitoris. When I inserted my finger in her pussy, she moaned loudly.

Arun: Are you fingering, dear?

She didn’t respond. She just closed her eyes and was enjoying herself as she was about to have an orgasm. She lost complete control. She held the bed headboard, and unknowingly, she switched to the back camera. He could see the bump on the bedsheet near her pussy area.

Arun: Hey. What is happening? Wait. Now I know whose hand it was. Is it Viru? When did he come? Is he naked, too? Is he licking your pussy right now? You two had sex?

Arun was asking too many questions. Pallavi was near climax as I was licking and fingering fast. In a minute, she had an orgasm. She finally recovered her control and took the mobile.

Pallavi: Wait, wait, pati dear. There are too many questions. Relax. I wanted to surprise you.

She then removed the bedsheet completely and showed my face, which was still licking her pussy. I sheepishly smiled and said ‘Hi’ to Arun while pinching her nipple.

Arun: Wow. What is happening? Bro, when did you come? Why didn’t any of you tell me?

Yes, Arun is aware of our affair. In fact, he was the one who planned and made me fuck her during their honeymoon. He took me with them as a photographer. Pallavi seduced me and made me fuck her. It was as if Pallavi and my honeymoon.

Me: Hi Bro, how are you?

With my face near her tits and slightly pressing her boob as Pallavi is supporting my head. Arun was enjoying this scene. I think he took a screenshot.

Arun: I’m fine. Looks like you two had lots of fun without informing me.

Me: Yes, we had fun last night. And also this morning. And now, too.

Arun: Pallavi, do you want to continue? Should I wait?

Pallavi: It’s OK, darling. I just had an orgasm. We fucked very wildly in the morning.

I started sucking her nipple and pinching her other nipple. Pallavi started to moan loudly.

Arun: Oh! I missed seeing your fucking session.

Pallavi: Yes, dear. I didn’t expect him to come until he landed in Chennai. He had previously told me many times that he would come here but hadn’t. I thought he wouldn’t come this time either. That’s why I didn’t inform you, Arun.

I kissed her lips while she was talking to Arun. Teasing her husband gave me a big hard-on. She started to rub my dick. Pallavi’s boob was pressing on my chest. She gave a live show to Arun. We continued kissing. Kissed almost for a minute in front of her husband.

Pallavi suddenly broke the kiss and said.

Pallavi: Arun, Bava called me a whore.

Arun: Oh Woah! Why bro? Why did you call her that? Is it for fun or serious?

Me: Hey, I didn’t call you a whore. I asked you, “Are you a whore?”

I was about to explain, but Pallavi interrupted me.

Pallavi: No, Arun. It was just casual talk. Nothing serious. I was kidding.

Arun: Then fine. Have fun, then. Go and suck Bro’s dick. I want to see it.

Pallavi: You know what! We just finished a session before you called me. But see here. Bava’s dick is hard again. Do you mind if I take care of it?

Arun: Yes, Yes. Love to see you do that. It’s your fav dick, right?

Pallavi started to suck in front of Arun on the phone. I was holding her hair to give her good access to my dick. She held the mobile with one hand and another hand on my dick. Arun was enjoying the show. I guess he was shagging while Pallavi was sucking my dick.

Pallavi started to have a deep throat. It was too much. My nerves are pulling me and giving me a high. I just closed my eyes and started enjoying that feeling. Pallavi has become an expert in giving blowjobs. I was moaning. After a good few minutes of sucking my dick, she said, “Bava, my pussy needs this dick.”

She then positioned the mobile to give a good view to Arun. She came and sat on me. She gently positioned herself, and she inserted my dick in her wet pussy. Gave a big gasp and started to ride in the cowgirl position. I started to pinch her nipples.

She was riding smoothly and started to increase the pace. She started to feel my dick deep inside her pussy. I started to pinch her nipples and press her boobs.

Then we heard the doorbell. It was Rosy at the door. She rang the bell a few times. But Pallavi didn’t mind and continued riding my dick. Finally, Rosy called Pallavi’s phone.

Pallavi: Darlings, wait. Rosy is at the door. She is calling me now. Arun, be online or else disconnect, I’ll call you again.

She disconnected Arun’s call and called Rosy’s mobile. All this while riding my dick. It took almost a minute to connect the call and re-dial again. Pallavi was riding my dick. She gave the mobile to me and put it on speaker. She then kept her hands on my chest and started to ride properly.

My dick was hitting her deep inside her pussy. Finally, the call connected after a few re-dial attempts. Pallavi was moaning while talking to Rosy. While short of breath, Pallavi told Rosy, “Ah, Rosy, wait for 5 minutes. Wait at the door”. Rosy understood and laughed. Rosy replied, “OK, madam. Take your time. No problem.”

After disconnecting the call, She asked me to video call Arun. She kept the mobile near the pillow and continued riding my dick in the cowgirl position. She couldn’t hold the pleasure. She kept moving her hips fast. Arun and I watched her.

I pressed her boobs and gave her more pleasure. I just inserted my finger where her clitoris was rubbing my skin. This gave her extra pleasure due to the rubbing of outside and inside pussy. Her wet juices were flowing and lubricated the pussy region well. She was gliding.

After a minute or so, she arched back as she reached her peak. She then pulled me up and hugged me while sitting on my dick. She then fed me her nipples. I sucked them while she continued moving her hips on my dick. I pressed the butt and slapped them. She continued her movement without any breaks.

I was holding her slim waist with one hand. With my left hand, I was holding her right breast and pressed hard. I supported her movement by holding her butt and pushing my dick deeper into that position. I continued sucking and biting her nipples. She shortened her hip movement and increased her pace.

She closed her eyes and positioned better. Now her hip movement is only about 4 to 5 inches, like moving her pussy till the end of the dick and then back in again. I guess it was hitting the G-spot while she was letting my dick in and out. She vibrated and had an orgasm.

She collapsed on me. We both lay down on the bed like that. It was already 15 minutes since Rosy’s call. Pallavi realised the time and said.

Pallavi: I’ll open the door and freshen up.

Me: Hey, you can’t leave my dick hard like this. Let’s finish.

Arun: Yes. I agree, Pallavi. Take care of that hard dick.

Pallavi: Sorry for the break, Bava. Bye, Arun. We will continue after breakfast.

Me: It’s not fair to leave my dick so hard. I’m yet to cum.

She got down and gave a kiss and licked the top of the dick’s head which was completely drenched with her juices. She licked my dick entirely and gave my dick some strokes with her hand. Then kissed me again on my lips, giving me a taste of her juices. She was about to get down from the bed. Then Arun shouted!

Arun: Hey, wait. Both of you go naked to open the door and capture her reaction.

Me: No way.

Arun: Please, bro.

Pallavi: Don’t worry, Arun. Bava has to listen to whatever I tell him to do today. I won the bet, Bava. You have to listen.

That’s it for now, folks. In the next part, I will explain about the sex with Rosy and Pallavi. Keep masturbating. Keep fucking. Be Happy and Enjoy the day.

With Love, Vira.

Kahani ab aage se.

Archita: Oh, Rohit. Kitna bada hai yaar. Pura gale mein daba diya tumne. Bohut bure ho tum, thoda toh dhire kara karo.

Maine usse apni taraf khincha aur gaal chumte hue kaha.

Main: Kya karu, mere jaan. Control nahi hua, tum itna mast chusti ho. Mera jhadne wala tha, toh main chahata tha tum isse pee jao.

Archita: Woh toh tum mujhe bata dete na. Main waise bhi pee leti. Baby, tumne aisa kyu kiya? Mera muh dukh raha hai.

Main: Pyar aur sex mein itna toh chalta hai, meri jaan. Tu hai hi itni hasin, control nahi hota. Acha yeh bata, kaisa laga mera kaam ras?

Archita: Bohut garam aur majedaar tha. Tumhare sath-sath mere chut se bhi kaam ras beh gaya. Tumara bohut bada hai, kaise lungi main isme? Maar doge tum toh.

Main: Toh, fir tujhe ab nahi chudna hai.

Archita: Maine aisa kab kaha, baby. Tumse khub chudna hai mujhe. Tumne ab mere jawani ki aag sulga di hai. Lekin, yaar karenge kaise? Ghar per toh Sumit hoga.

Archita: Tum aaj mujhe bohut ache se chodna. Lekin, mere bete ka kuch karna hoga. Warna, hamari chudai ki awaaj se usse pata chal jayega. Hame sab privately karna hoga.

Main: Pahle hum yaha se nikalte hai. Restaurant mein khana kha kar ghar chalte hai.

Archita ne apna muh aur baal thik kiye. Fir hum waha se nikalne lage. Maine chalte hue, chupke se Sumit ko message kiya, ki woh apni mom ko call kare aur jo kaha woh bata de.

Usne bhi 5 minute mein apni maa ko call kar diya. Archita ka phone bajne laga, mujhe boli.

Archita: Rohit, tumare dost ka phone aa raha hai. Kya pata woh yaha toh nahi aa raha hai?

Main: Baat karo.

Usne baat ki, 2-minute baad, uske chehre per muskurahat najar aane lagi. Fir usne phone cut karke, mujhse kaha.

Archita: Baby, love you love you so much. Aaj mai bohut khush hu. Pata hai tumhe Sumit ne kya kaha?

Main: Tumhe hi bola hai, tum hi bataoge na, mere jaan.

Archita: Haa jaan suno, usne kaha hai ki, aaj woh ghar nahi aane wala hai. Woh apne friend ke ghar kuch kaam se rukne wala hai. Aaj hum dono gf-bf puri raat masti karenge.

Main: Fir mere jaan, aaj tumari jamke lunga.

Archita yeh sunke hasne lagi aur dhire se mere kande per marne lagi. Aur muskurate hue boli.

Archita: Hatt badmash kahi ke. Pyar se karna samjhe, tumhara bohut bada lag raha tha mujhe.

Maine jhat se uski kamar pakdi aur hum chalne lage. Usne bhi ab bina sharam kiye, mere hatho mein hath daal liya. Ek mast randi ki tarah chalne lagi. Hum waha se restaurant gaye. Humne jaldi se khana khaya.

Archita ne mujhe dhire se sharmate hue kaha.

Archita: Mujhe pata aaj tum bohut badmashi karoge. Theatre mein bhi waisa hi kiya tha. Isliye, medical se safety ke liye, woh sab le lena.

Main: Woh sab kya hota hai? Jara ache se batao, mujhe pata nahi hai.

Archita: Tum na bano mat samjhe, tum pure experience ladke lag rahe ho. Jo bola kar lena tum.

Main: Thik hai, mere rani.

Itna keh kar maine uske gale per chum liya. Woh sharmate hue, apna muh mere kande mein chupane lagi. Maine kaha.

Main: Tum kabhi sharmati ho, kabhi khul ke bolti ho. Tumari yahi ada mujhe garam kar rahi hai.

Archita: Chup karo aur chalo ab.

Main: Haa, ab toh tumare ander bhi jawani bhadak rahi hai. Raha nahi jaa raha hai, mere jaan ko.

Archita: Tum sudhroge nahi, chalo bhi ab.

Kuch readers ko story thodi boring lag rahi hogi. Lekin dosto, sab kuch detail mein bhi batana jaruri hai. Maine bohut kuch skip kiya hai. Fir kuch jaruri baate hai, jo batana jaruri hai. Warna aap sabhi ko kahani fake lagegi.

Mere yeh story puri real hai, isliye thoda detail mein bata raha hu. Aap log bas kahani ka maja lijiye aur mujhe mail jarur karna.

Archita aur main romantic baate karte hue, waha se ghar jaane lage. Uska chehre bohut khila-khila lag raha tha. Maine uska chehra pakad kar kaha.

Main: Kya baat hai, jab main aaya tab tum dukhi lag rahi thi. Aur aaj yeh khubsurat chehra ek dum khila hua hai. Kya raaj hai, mujhe bhi batao.

Archita: Haa baby, uss waqt mai apni boring log se pareshan thi. Mujhe charo taraf bas boriyat dikh rahi thi. Jab se tum aaye ho, mujhe tumhara sath pasand aaya hai. Kyuki, mujhe tumhare jaisa ek sexy aur naughty friend chahiye tha. Tumhare uncle toh bilkul romantic nahi hai.

Main: Mere rani. Ab main hu, tum ab saari tention chod do. Tumara ache se khyal rakhne ke liye, main hamesha tumare sath hu.

Archita: Thanks, baby.

Itna kehkar woh apna face mere kande per rakh kar, apna ek hath mere face per ghumane lagi. Fir hum aise hi baate karte hue, 20 minutes mein ghar aa gaye.

Ghar aake Archita mujhe boli.

Archita: Tum medical chale jao, main naha kar apne boyfriend ke liye ready ho jaati hu. Aaj bohut excitement ho rahi hai.

Main: Mera toh abhi se khada hai. Yeh dekho.

Archita: Tum 24 ghante mood mein rehta ho. Ab jao, main aadhe ghanta mein ready hoti hu.

Maine uski kamar pakdi aur apni taraf khicha. Aur el dum se uske hoth apne hotho se pakad liye. Woh bhi sath dene lagi, hum aankh band karke, lip kiss karne lage. Muh se ummm slop slop, ki awaaz aane lagi.

Fir 5 minute kiss ke baad woh boli.

Archita: Tum na bohut romantic boy ho. Love you, Rohit. Ab jao bhi, mujhe ready hona tumare liye.

Archita apne room mein 34′ ki gand hilate hue jaane lagi. Kya gajab ki kadak gand thi. Maine soch liya tha, iski gaand aaj faad dunga. Tabhi maine dekha, dusre room se Sumit nikalne laga.

Maine ishare mein usse rukne ko kaha. Aur chhup jaane ko keh diya. Sumit bhi baat mante hue, chhup gaya. Maine usse message kiya.

Main: Bahar mat nikalna abhi. Jab tak main tere maa ke room mein na chala jau. Tu jara bhi awaaz mat karna.

Sumit (message per): Haa, samajh gaya. Tu bas mujhe message kar dena. Acha, kaha jaa raha hai?

Main: Condom lene, aaj tere maa ka full mood hai chudne ka.

Sumit: Bhai, tu aaj usse randi ki tarah chodna. Mujhe uski cheekhe sunni hai.

Main: Haa, tu dekhta jaa.

Fir main waha se medical per chala gaya. 2 packet condom aur 5 tablet viagra ki li. Kyuki, jamke chodna tha Archita ko. Aaj uski halat kharab hone wali thi. 2 packet cigarette aur 4 beer ki bottle li.

Fir 10 minute mein sidha ghar aa gaya. Maine aate hi usse awaaj di.

Main: Kya hua mere bulbul. Abhi ready nahi hui kya?

Archita: Baby, bas 15 minute aur.

Main: Jaldi karo, ab lund ruk nahi raha hai.

Archita: Are yaar, tum itna jorse mat bolo. Koi sun na le, bas thoda ruko.

Main wahi hall mein bethkar cigarette peene laga. Ek hath se apne 7-inch ke garam lund ko masal raha tha. Itne mein usne gate khola aur mere samne aa gayi. Aur haste hue boli.

Archita: Lo mere babu, aapki girlfriend ready ho gayi.

Sumit apne room ki khidki se dekh raha tha. Maine dekha uski maa aaj kaher daha rahi thi. Usne aaj kadak net wali saari aur blouse pehna hua tha. Archita ne black saari aur blouse pehna hua tha.

Hotho per halki red lipstick khule hue kamar tak baal the. Uska 34-32-34 ka figure kadak dekh raha tha. Aankho mein kajal dekhkar maza hi aa gaya. Maine kaha.

Main: Wow baby. Aaj toh mere jaan bohut jaher lag rahi ho. Bahar jake dekho, aaj kitno ka katal kar doge. Bohut hi gajab aur khubsurat badan ki malkin ho.

Archita sharmate hue boli: Tum na bohut tarif karte ho. Itni baat toh kabhi Sumit ke papa ne bhi nahi boli.

Maine uska hath pakad kar, apni godh mein betha liya. Woh bhi haste hue beth gayi. Maine cigarette uske muh mein de di. Woh bhi maje se peene lagi. Beer dekh kar boli.

Archita: Yeh kya, aaj toh tum puri taiyari ke sath aaye ho. Beer bhi peete ho tum?

Main: Aaj tum bhi peena, jao 2 glass le aao aur thodi namkin bhi.

Woh bhi baat mante hue boli: Tum jao room mein, main wahi sab leke aati hu.

Dosto, kaise lagi yeh romantic andaaj wali kahani. Agle part mein aapko Archita ki damdaar aur chut faad chudai milegi. Kahani kaise lagi, mujhe [email protected] per mail kare.

My name is Sadim and I am 23 years old from Mumbai, India. This is the story of my widow mom who is 42 years old. She is chubby, her size is 40-38-40. Her name is Maria, she is a housewife. My dad passed away before covid. We live in a 2-bhk.

Let me describe a little about my mom. She wears robes, bras and panties at home. She is a modern lady. My mom and dad were really active in sex, they used to have sex almost every day. But after the death of my dad, she started masturbating in her room during the night. She uses dildos to satisfy her. I used to hear her moaning every day at night.

We both have a habit of sleeping naked at night. So, many times, we have seen each other naked. My mom serves me tea every morning when I am naked.

Due to COVID-19, my college was closed, and I was having online classes, I used to stay in shorts the whole day and attend my classes. I had caught my mom many times fingering and fucking her pussy with dildo during covid. Because of the hot weather, my mom stopped wearing bra and panties and because of this, I was able to see her big boobs and clean shaved pussy every day. This was the reason I got attracted to my mom.

Me: Mom, can you give me a massage?

Mom: Why not. Let me grab some oil.

Me: Sure.

After that, my widow mom got oil and meanwhile, I got into my briefs and lied down on the table. Mom massaged my back and then she pulled my briefs down and massaged my legs and ass. Then she asked me to turn around.

Me: But I am naked.

Mom: That’s ok, you are my son.

Me: But mom, I am feeling shy.

Mom: No need, just turn around.

Me: Ok.

She massaged my whole body and even applied oil on my dick. My dick got erected by his touch, even her boobs were visible. She was looking at my dick continuously.

Me: Do you also need a massage?

Mom: Sure.

Me: Lie on the massage table.

She removed her robe and was completely naked. Then I massaged her back and legs, and then massaged her ass.

Mom: You are doing really good.

Me: Thanks, mom.

Then she turned around and I started massaging her boobs and then I moved to her pussy. My dick was rock hard. She was also really horny. I became naughty and inserted my one finger in her pussy and started fingering her. She had not responded anything but she took my dick in her hand and started masturbating me. We both cummed at the same time.

After that, there was complete silence. We both went to our rooms.

During our dinner –

Me: I am sorry for what happened in the afternoon during the massage.

Mom: It’s fine, son. After your dad’s death, it was the first time someone fingered me.

Me: Was it not wrong?

Mom: Not at all.

Me: Does that mean we can do it again?

Mom: Yes, but we should not take this further.

Me: Means?

Mom: We can masturbate together because we both need it.

After having dinner, my widow mother showed me her and dad’s recorded sex. She showed me her first night of sex too. We both masturbated by watching those.

For a week, after dinner, we used to masturbate together.

Suddenly, one day she asked me to lick her pussy. I was really excited because I was really waiting for this movement. I licked her pussy and drank her cum. Then she sucked my dick and drank my cum. Again for a week, we both sucked and licked each other and satisfied ourselves.

My birthday was coming, I decided to ask mom for sex on my birthday. I was not aware that my mom was planning for the same. She asked me to go out for some time on my birthday so that she could manage everything.

When I came back, the whole house was decorated with flowers and balloons. They even ordered food and drinks. We both celebrated my birthday, had food and drinks and then went to mom’s room for the next part.

After entering her room, she started kissing me. The room was covered with completely red rose petals and heart-shaped balloons and a lot of candles. Everything was feeling really romantic.

We both kissed for 10 minutes. Then I sucked my widow mom’s boobs and kissed all over her body. She started sucking my dick, and after a few minutes, we both came in 69 position. She started sucking my dick and I started licking her pussy.

We both sucked and licked each other for half an hour. I kept my dick on top of her pussy. I inserted my dick inside her pussy and started fucking her pussy hard. I fucked in the cowgirl, doggy and missionary positions. I released my cum deep inside her pussy. We both were so tired that we both went to sleep.

When I woke up, my mom was still sleeping. I was not able to control myself. I spared her legs and started fucking my widow mom. She woke up with my pushes, and then we both started kissing. I sucked her boobs and fucked her hard again and cummed deep inside her.

My mom told me that she had recorded everything at night with cameras to keep our first sex as a memory. Then we both took a bath together and had breakfast and then watched our last night’s sex. Then we both started having sex every day.

My mom showed me more videos of her sex with my maternal and paternal grandpa, and also with many other family members like her dad’s brothers and my dad’s brother and even some of his friends. They were really hot and sexy and in all the videos, she was moaning really loudly.

After a month of our sex life, she got pregnant. Then we got a baby boy as a symbol of our love. We continued our sex life and even after I got married, I continued fucked her hard.

After a year –

Mom: It’s time, for you to get married.

Me: But mom, I love you, I can’t marry someone else.

Mom: But you have to. Don’t worry, we will continue our life like this only.

Then I agreed to marry, but after the marriage, I was not able to fuck my mom for a month. But luckily, my wife went to her house for some days. So, me and mom both started having sex again. I fucked her twice every day during the whole week.

Suddenly, one day while I was fucking my widow mom, my wife came back and caught us! She was shocked and went back to his mom again as she was from the same city.

After that, I went to see my wife and bring her back. She had already told me everything about me and my mom to my mother-in-law. I convinced both of them that my mom also had needs and we both loved each other. I stayed that day at my wife’s house and fucked her hard that day. I caught my mother-in-law watching us and fingering her pussy!

After finishing our session and when my wife slept, I went to my mother-in-law’s (MIL) room. She was fingering her pussy and pressing her boobs.

MIL: What are you doing?

Me(started touching her): You are hot as your daughter.

MIL: This is wrong.

Me: You also have feelings, you also have needs.

MIL: No, it’s wrong.

Me: There is nothing wrong in it.

Then I started kissing her and fingering her pussy. She got horny. We both came in 69 position and she started sucking me and I started licking her. Then I fucked my wife’s mom in the cowgirl and doggy position and slept with her. My wife caught us in the morning. She was really angry but we both made her understand that her mom also had needs and it was better to keep these stuff inside the family.

Then we three came back to my house. I started to fuck all of them – my mom, wife and mother-in-law. They all got pregnant at the same time and gave birth to 3 boys, one boy each. I am still fucking my mom, wife and mother-in-law, we all have sex together.

I hope you liked my story, please give your valuable feedback.

To doston hazir hu ek baar fir aapke liye story ka secod part lekar. Ye doosra part hai mami ki chudai ka. Jisne pehla part read nahi kiya, please link se read kar le. Maaf karna kaafi time lag gaya 2nd part likhne mein.

To jaise ki maine bataya tha 1st part mein, ki raat ko mami ke sath maze lene ke baad subha office chala gaya, aur poora din yahi sochta raha ki yaar kahi mami mama ko na bata de. Yahi soch-soch ke meri fatti padi thi.

Jaise-taise poora din nikla, aur shaam ko main ghar aaya. Mami hall mein baithi tv dekh rahi thi. Then mami ne chai banayi, aur hamne pee hall mein baith kar. Ab tak main samajh chuka tha ki mami normal thi. Matlab ya to mami ko pata nahi tha, ya mami khud enjoy karna chaahti thi. Ye sab sochte-sochte raat ho gayi. Fir hamne dinner kiya, aur sone ki taiyaari kar karne lage. Lagbhag 10 baj gaye the.

Mami boli: Chal so jaate hai ab.

Ye bol kar mami room mein chali gayi, aur mujhe boli-

Mami: Aaja ab tu bhi tv band karke.

Fir 15-20 minute ke baad main room mein gaya, to mami ne kapde change karke ek short nighty pehan li thi. Ye dekh kar main thoda shock hua. But then realise hua ki shayad mami khud hi chudna chaahti thi. Mann mein yahi chal raha tha ki aaj to mami ko chod kar hi rahuga.

Then hum let gaye. Aaj mami directly meri bagal mein let gayi, aur unki bagal mein apne bete ko sula diya. Mere dimag mein yahi chal raha tha ki mami ko chodne ki shuruaat karu. Ye sab sochte hue 1 hour nikal gaya, aur mami meri taraf apni gaand karke so gayi.

Main thodi himmat karke mami ki taraf palta aur lund ek-dum khada ho gaya mami ko sexy nighty mein dekh kar. Fir dheere-dheere mami ke kareeb ho gaya, aur thoda satt kar let gaya. Then apna lund mami ki gaand par laga diya.

Jab mera lund mami ki gaand par laga to ek-dum mami thodi hili, aur idhar meri fatt gayi ki mami jaag gayi kya. Main chup-chap aankhen band karke sone ka naatak karta raha, aur fir 10 minute baad himmat karke thoda aur satt gaya.

Mami ki taraf se koi reaction nahi aaya, to maine apna hath mami ke boobs par rakh diya aur leta raha. Jab mami ki taraf se kuch halchal nahi hui, to main thoda aur chipak gaya. Ab mera lund poori tarah se mami ki gaand par lag raha tha, aur hath boobs ke maze le rahe the.

Main kaafi der aise bina kuch aage kiye leta raha. Fir mami ki taraf se thodi halchal hui. Wo thoda hili, aur lund feel karne lagi. Ab mujhe itna to samajh aa gaya tha ki mami jaag rahi thi, and maze le rahi thi. Ab main bhi thoda shuru ho gaya, aur apna hath boobs par ghumane laga.

Fir mami ki garam saanso ki awaaz aane lagi, and maine himmat karke apna lund baahar nikaal kar mami ka hath peeche karke unko lund pakadne ka hint diya. Mami bina kisi objection ke lund lund pakad li. Ab to main rukna nahi chaahta tha, aur boobs ko ache se dabane laga.

Mami and main ab full mood mein aa gaye the. Wo mera lund sehla rahi thi aur main mami ke boobs. Then maine mami ke kaan mein bola-

Main: Mami,nab aur kitna tadpaogi? Ab aa jao, maze lo, aur mujhe bhi do.

Mami ne smile ki and meri taraf karwat badal kar mere hontho par kiss karne lagi. Kiss lagbhag 5-7 minute chali.

Then mami boli: Chal doosre room mein chalte hai, nahi to Rohan jaag jayega.

Ye bol kar mami uthi, aur doosre room mein gayi. Main bhi peeche-peeche chal diya. Room mein pahunchte hi maine mami ko pakad liya aur kiss karna start kar diya. Kiss karte-karte bed par le gaya, aur hontho aur gaalon par kiss karne laga.

Then maine mami ki nighty nikaal di and apne bhi sab kapde nikaal diye. Mami ab bra panty mein thi, aur main bilkul nanga. Mami mera lund dekh kar pakad kar khud hi choosne lagi. Unke aisa karne se main shock ho gaya ki mami to direct choosne lagi.

Mami ki poori hawas dikh rahi thi. Wo 5-7 minute mera lund choos kar uthi, aur apni bra panty nikaal kar apne boobs ko mere muh par rakh kar boli-

Mami: Choos le beta inko aaj.

Main bhi mami ke boobs chooste hue dudh peene laga. Then hum 69 position mein let kar ek-doosre ko chaatne-choosne lage. Mami maze se mera lund choos rahi thi, aur main mami ki chut. Wo itne ache se choos rahi thi ki mera rukna mushkil ho gaya, aur idhar mami ka bhi yahi haal tha, jaise main finger karte hue mami ki chut chaat raha tha.

10-15 minute ki chusayi ke baad dono ek-doosre ke muh mein paani nikal kar let gaye, aur jo hua uske baare mein baat karke hasne lage.

Maine bola: Mami mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha ye sab itni jaldi ho gaya.

Mami boli: Wo chhodh, aur ab aahe ka program shuru karte hai.

Ye bol kar mami mera lund choos kar khada karne lagi. Jab lund khada ho gaya to mami boli-

Mami: Ab ruka nahi jaa raha rahul mujhse.

Me: Mami main kon sa rukna chaahta hu.

Mami: To wait kiski kar raha hai? Daal de lund meri chut mein, aur bujha de iski aag.

Me: Bilkul meri mami.

Then main mami ko leta kar uske upar aa gaya. Fir uski legs apne khando par rakhi, aur lund ko set karke ghusa diya. Half lund jaate hi mami boli-

Mami: Ahhh beta, ghusa de poora. Bade dino baad chud rahi hu.

Maine bhi apna poora lund ghusa diya mami ki chut mein, aur chodna start kar diya.

Mami: Aahhh Rahul beta, chod apni mami ko

Me: Mami tumne to aaj poori khushi de di mujhe mere lund ko apni chut mein le kar.

Mami maze le chudwa rahi thi mujhse. 5 minute ki chudai ke baad main mami ko ghodi bana kar mami ko peeche se chodne laga.

Mami: Aahhh beta chod zor-zor se apni mami ko.

Main mami ke baal pakad kar dhakke de kar chodne laga. Pach-pach ki awaaze aani lagi. Mami ka ek baar paani nikal gaya, aur lund aaram se andar-baahar hone laga.

Maine mami ko chodna chaalu rakha, aur lund ko zor-zor se pelta raha. 10 minute aur chodne ke baad mami ka ek baar aur paani nikal gaya. Ab mera bhi hone wala tha.

Me: Mami chut mein hi nikaal du?

Mami: Nahi Rahul, chut mein nahi baahar nikaal.

Me: Theek hai mami.

Then mera nikalne wala tha, to maine lund baahar nikala, aur maal mami ke pet par nikaal diya. Fir main mami ke bagal mein let gaya. Mami uthi, aur apne aap ko saaf karke mere bagal mein aa kar let gayi.

Main aur mami nange lete rahe. Fir maine mami ko us raat 2 baar aur choda aur subha uth kar ready ho kar office chala gaya. Uske baad main aur mami jab mauka mila chudai karne lage.

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It was the month of Valentine’s Day and these are the top 10 Indian sex stories that you, Readers, enjoyed in February 2024.

1) Mom’s Desires (Fucking my hot mom)

By: writerboy76

My dad was away for my birthday. This opened doors for me to fuck my Mom while my friend watched us. I realised that my Mom wanted this as much as I did.

‘When we were sleeping, Raghu commented, “Man, your Mom is so hot. Fuck, what sexy boobs they are.” I was like, “Yeah, man, I didn’t even notice till today.” My dick was hard, and when I looked at Raghu, he was stroking his dick.’Read the entire story here.

2) Mom becomes son’s temporary wife – Part 2

By: ramyaakash

Indian mom Ramya was gonna fuck her virgin, naive son for first time. Learn how she guided him at every step and took his hard dick inside her tight pussy.

‘His penis was steam hot with blood rushing inside it. I finally rescued my lips from his mouth and started running my hand on his penis. He jerked a bit and I asked him to remove his shorts. I still was a bit surprised to see his dick size. He stood naked.’Read the entire story here.

3) Sex with MIL & SIL Story Series

By: rocky_5862

This is about me having sex with my sister-in-law when her husband was in the USA. I accidentally revealed to her that I had an affair with her mother, too.

‘I was enjoying her boobs show. After a few minutes of eating ice cream she dropped a little ice cream on her right breast. Without any hesitation, I started to lick it, and she supported my head with her left hand. The next second, she untied her blouse.’Read the entire story here.

4) Satisfying My Married Elder Sister

By: Franklin0660

This is a real story about me and my sister. I got to fuck and satisfy my sister when she felt unsatisfied with her husband, who had erectile dysfunction.

‘She asked me to unhook her bra. After unhooking it, I touched her naked milky boobs. I gave her the boob job to her, and her nipples became so hard. I turned her to face me. I sat on the sofa and made her sit on my legs. I squeezed her boobs and started licking her nipples.’Read the entire story here.

5) A Surprise Threesome

By: radhika6cwife

I was in a discussion with my neighbour when my BIL came over and started to play with me. He fucked me while my neighbour watched and joined us in fun.

‘I was looking at her in shock. Abhi pulled my V-cut dress down, making my boobs pop out. “Fuck look at the bitch nipples. They are so hard, and what a fucking shape,” Anusha commented. Abhi reached for my pussy and entered his hand into my shorts.’Read the entire story here.

6) Amma’s Boy – Part 1 (How it all started)

By: mywritings

Story of how a mallu mother Sujatha start having sexual thoughts about her own son. It all started after witnessing son’s cock in ‘action’ for first time.

‘I saw my son pile driving Divya! They were in the missionary position. Divya’s legs were on Achu’s shoulders and he was fucking her like a mad bull! I was furious, I wanted to barge in and confront them, but something stopped me. I couldn’t move an inch, it was like my body froze.’Read the entire story here.

7) Mrs. Patel

By: lucipusi

An unsatisfied mother Mrs. Patel develops sexual attraction towards her young son. Read how she seduced and started a new incestual relationship with son.

‘Without another word, she pushed him back onto the bed, her hand diving beneath his shorts. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as she touched him. She laughed softly, her fingers curling around his length.’Read the entire story here.

8) Fucking the brains out of friend’s cheating wife

By: rajkundracn

My friend left his new wife at home for job purpose. Read how she used to call me to her house many times and I finally get to fuck her horny pussy and ass.

‘She looked amazing. Then I opened my sister-in-law’s bra and started sucking her breasts. The sound coming out of her mouth was driving me crazy. Then I also removed her panty. Uff… what a nice smooth pussy that was. Her pussy had become wet.’Read the entire story here.

9) Mother’s teaching – Part 1

By: naughtybunnystories

Porn videos and sex stories made me lust for mom. Then I ‘accidentally’ witness my mom fucking dad. Learn how these incidents lead to something unexpected in this incest story.

‘Me: I know that Papa doesn’t satisfy you now. 4-5 times, I have seen you go to the bathroom, and stay there for 10 minutes. Maybe you masturbate and then you sleep. I know Papa is not doing it as you want.’Read the entire story here.

10) Fucked young Punjabi sister-in-law at home

By: rajkundracn

Story of how comforting my Punjabi sister-in-law Reenu led to an illicit sexual encounter where I pleasured her orally and then fucked her multiple times.

‘I put my hand inside her blouse and while sucking her lips, put my tongue inside her mouth. Then when the blouse came off, my sister-in-law loosened the string of her petticoat. Her petticoat slipped down quickly and I saw bhabhi in a bra-panty for the first time.’Read the entire story here.

We hope you enjoyed reading these stories and shares them with your partners as well. Happy fapping your dick or fingering your pussy!

My name is Lex, and my mom’s name is Pushpa. She’s been working as an accountant in Chennai for as long as I can remember. She’s  44 years old now, with a dusky complexion that’s been the subject of many compliments. Her hair is long and black, usually kept in a tight bun during work hours.

She has a slender build, standing at about 5’5, and her choice of traditional attire accentuates her curves. She is a very loving and emphatic person. She would go out of her way to make sure that everyone around her is happy, not just at home but also at the workplace.

Kumar is my best friend, and he’s a software engineer. We’ve been friends for the past 6 years as we studied college together. Our families are close, too. Kumar often comes to my home and sometimes he even spends the night. He is very close to my mom, Pushpa.

My mom goes shopping and occasionally to movies with Kumar. She has a soft spot for him and always treats him as her son. Even Kumar calls her ‘Amma’.

One day, he told me, “Lex, I have got an offer from the US, and I’m leaving for a 5-year assignment.” Me, “That’s great, bro. It’s a big step. Wish you all the best.” He smiled and said, “Thanks, man. I’ll be leaving next month. Let’s go on a vacation with our friends before that.”

I nodded, and we made plans for a trip to Goa. We enjoyed it for a week. As he leaves on Saturday, a send-off party was arranged on Friday evening. He asked me, my dad, and my mom to be there. My mom usually comes home from work by 6 p.m.

So my dad and I got ready and were waiting for her. Around 6:30, my mom called me, “Son, I’m stuck with urgent work. I can’t tell when it’ll be over, so I’m coming late. You and your dad, go ahead to the party and don’t wait for me. Explain my situation to Kumar. He’ll understand.”

So me and my dad went to the party. Kumar welcomed us and was very disappointed not to see my mom. Around 9 pm, everyone started to leave. To our surprise, Kumar also took his car and left. We all thought that he was tired and had to rest before his flight. We were all drinking and enjoying the party.

Close to 9:30, my mom was still in her office all by herself except for the security at the gate. Suddenly, there was a knock on her cabin door. She was surprised as she was the last one to leave. She opened the door to see Kumar standing outside with an upset expression.

“Kumar,  what happened? Why did you leave the party so early? Is everything alright?” she asked, concerned. “It was boring because someone missed her son’s send-off as she was busy with work,” he said, grinning.

“I’m sorry, Kumar. I really had no idea I was holding you up. I’ll make it up to you,” he said, adding, “Why don’t you wait here for a bit until I finish my work? Then we’ll go to some place nice. Okay?” He nodded and sat beside her as she worked. Then he took a camera out of his bag and started rolling.

“Why are you recording? Just keep it aside.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I wanted to record this as a remembrance of you while I’m abroad,” Kumar said, his voice barely audible. Pushpa, being emphatic, “Okay, fine. Just let me finish my work.” They both were chit-chatting and making fun of each other for a while.

Then Kumar, with the flow, asked, “Amma, shall I kiss you?”

“What?” she exclaimed. “No, no, Amma. Not like that. Just on your hands.” he said defensively. She nodded and offered her fingers. He kissed her fingers. My mom then began to work on her computer. After a pause, Kumar moved near my mom and planted a kiss on her soft biceps.

She was taken aback. “What are you doing, Kumar?”

“You gave me permission to kiss your hands, Amma. Just concentrate on your work.”

“You naughty little boy! You’re not going to escape now. You can’t kiss my arms like that.”

He smiled innocently and planted a kiss on her upper arm, near her shoulder. She couldn’t help but laugh. “Kumar, I’m warning you. Don’t you dare go any lower?”

“Oh, like this…” Saying that he bent down and kissed her shoulder softly. “Oh boy, that’s enough of your mischief,” she said, giggling. He then bent down and kissed her armpit. It made her shriek and jolted back in her chair.

“Kumar, you little rascal! You’re lucky I’m working right now. I’m going to have to kill you when I get out of here.” She said, laughing and trying to compose herself. Kumar smiled and kissed her hand again, “Don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you.”

They continued to joke and laugh together. Kumar was still recording, capturing every moment of their special moment. “Whenever I see this video, I’ll remember the taste and the sweet smell of your armpit, Amma.”

As Kumar said this, my mom was taken aback. She couldn’t help but laugh and blush at the same time. “You’re such a rascal, Kumar. I’m going to have to give you a good spanking when I get out of here,” she said, trying to sound stern but failing as she giggled again.

She got back to her work. Kumar placed the camera in an angle and got behind her. He kept his hands on each of her shoulders and started to massage. “Hmmm! Finally, you are doing something useful,” she said, relaxing into his touch.

“I just wanted to make you feel better,” he said, still massaging her shoulders. My mom closed her eyes, enjoying the massage and the warmth of Kumar’s touch. “You know, Kumar, you’re like a son to me. I’m going to miss you so much,” she said, her voice soft and affectionate.

“Don’t say that, Amma. I’ll be back soon, and we can still be together. We’ll make sure to Skype and keep in touch,” he replied, his voice filled with reassurance. He continued to massage her shoulders. He started to move his hands up and down her back, gently kneading the muscles.

She let out a soft sigh of contentment, feeling the tension melting away. “Ah, that’s perfect, Kumar. Just like that,” she murmured, her body relaxing further into the chair. “You know, I’m going to miss you too, Kumar. You’ve always been such a good boy and so caring.”

Kumar smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. “I wish I was born to you, Amma.”

“You are still like my son, Kumar,” saying that she kissed his fingers. “Lex is lucky to be birthed, bathed, brought up and fed by you, Amma. You’re such a wonderful person.” He paused, taking a deep breath.

“If you were born to me, I would have done all of that to you, too,” she said caringly. “All of that?” he exclaimed. My mom said, “Unfortunately, I can’t do those now, you see.” Mischievously, Kumar replied, “But you could still do some of them, nah!”

“What bathe you?” my mom giggled. “No, no. But you can still feed me,” he continued. “What do you mean?” she asked, her curiosity piqued. “Well, you know what I mean, Amma.” My mom looked at him carefully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Kumar, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. Besides, I don’t think I could produce milk anymore.”

“Oh, come on, Amma. It’s not about the milk. I want to feel you as my mother. I want to feel that closeness, that bond.” His voice was pleading, and the vulnerability in his eyes made her heart ache.

He added, “Besides, no one is going to come to your office this late. You do your work, and I’ll lie on your lap. We’ll be fine.”

My mom still thinks him innocent, and he wants her as a mother. So she said, “Fine. But I must keep working. Just lie on my lap, and we can do this. But make sure you’re quiet so I can concentrate on my work, too.” Hearing that, Kumar took his camera and started filming the whole scene from another angle.

He lowered himself and lay on my mom’s lap. “Just like that, Kumar. Relax and close your eyes,” she said softly, gently stroking his hair. As he closed his eyes, she felt a wave of tenderness wash over her. She continued working, making sure to keep one hand on the keyboard and the other on the mouse.

Kumar pulled my mom’s pallu off her shoulders and slowly caressed her right boob over her blouse. He started to move his fingers in circles, massaging it gently. My mom, surprised, didn’t react immediately. She wanted to know if this was just a harmless gesture or if it was part of his plan.

She continued to work, her heart racing. Kumar continued to massage her breast. He moved his hand lower, cupping her warmth through her blouse. His fingers teased her, circling her nipple, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. The sensation was unlike anything she had felt in a long time.

It sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. He then unbuttoned her blouse slowly, revealing her black lacy bra. His fingers continued their dance, teasing her, making it impossible for her to concentrate on her work. The bra hook was inside the back of her blouse.

Kumar said, “Amma, can you take off your blouse, please? I want to see your bra properly,” he whispered. My mom hesitated, torn between her desire to indulge him and her need to maintain her professional demeanour.

Finally, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp’ Sliding the blouse off her shoulders and started to work on her computer. Kumar reached for her bra hook behind her and unhooked it. Slowly pulling the lacy fabric down and exposing her breasts to the cool air in the room.

He was amazed to see those nicely rounded tits still stiff and erect as his ex-girlfriend’s. He buried his face in them, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it gently while still caressing her with his other hand. My mom arched her back, moaning as pleasure coursed through her body.

Her fingers trembled on the keyboard, making it difficult for her to type. She tried to focus on her work. But the sensations Kumar was creating were too overwhelming. Kumar was holding the camera in one hand, recording the scene, while with the other, he was playing with my mom’s breasts.

He started to tease her nipples, sucking on one and rolling the other between his fingers. The sensation was too much for her to bear. She let out a moan, her hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. She tried to focus on her work, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Kumar’s touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. As he continued to pleasure her, Kumar whispered, “Amma, I want you to feed me. I want your milk. I want to taste it on my tongue.” My mom was taken aback by his request.

But the sensations he had created in her body were too powerful to ignore. She hesitantly brought her nipple to his lips and placed it in his mouth. He suckled hungrily, moaning with pleasure as he felt her warmth fill his mouth.

My mom closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations Kumar was creating as he sucked on her nipple. His hands remained busy, caressing her other breast, teasing her nipple with his thumb. The mixture of pleasure and the need to maintain her professional demeanour made it difficult for her to concentrate.

She tried to ignore the moans coming from Kumar’s throat as he enjoyed her milk. But the sounds only served to heighten her arousal. Her fingers were shivering over the keyboard, making it increasingly difficult for her to type.

She took her hand and started caressing his hair, giving him a soft massage as he continued to suck on her breast. Kumar, feeling her touch, looked up at her with a satisfied smile. “That feels good, Amma. You are so soft and warm. Your milk is so sweet.”

He moved his head, taking her other breast into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily. My mom arched her back, moaning softly as he worked on her sensitive nipple. Her hand was gently running through his hair, urging him to continue.

She couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him suckle her breasts like this. It was making her body ache for more. Kumar was twisting and turning her nipple with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. My mom’s milk was overflowing from his mouth.

He continued to suckle her breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple. She moaned softly, her hips rocking against his hand as he expertly teased her sensitive flesh. His hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer, and she willingly arched into his touch.

The sensation of his warm, strong body against hers was overwhelming. She could feel herself growing increasingly aroused. Kumar took her hand and guided it to his crotch. My mom was shocked to feel the bulge. “What is this, Kumar!”

He smiled mischievously and whispered, “Want to know what it is? Just take it out and see for yourself, Amma.” Blushing furiously, she tentatively reached down and unzipped his pants. His erection sprang forth, already rock-hard and pre-cum leaking from the tip. She stared at the 8-inch cock in disbelief.

Kumar grinned, “Go on, Amma. Touch it. Feel how hard it is for me.” Her hand trembling, she wrapped it around his shaft, marvelling at the size and weight of it. He moaned softly, arching his back into her touch. “Oh, that feels so good, Amma. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a woman’s touch.”

He reached up with his free hand and cupped her breast, squeezing it roughly. The combination of pain and pleasure sent a shiver through her body. “This is not the little boy you used to know, is it Amma?” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. “No, it’s not,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The feel of his hard cock in her hand, the taste of her milk on his tongue. The way he was looking at her with such desire. It was all so overwhelming.

She couldn’t believe she was even considering what came next. Kumar let go of her boob and got up from her lap with a mouthful of my mommy’s milk. He offered his lips to her. He wanted her to taste it. She hesitantly opened her lips, kissed and drank a little of her warm milk from his mouth.

It was the most erotic thing she’d ever tasted. Her heart was racing, and her body ached for more. He then took my mom’s face in his hands, parted her lips with his lips, and slowly kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths.

My mom, half-naked in her office, hugging and kissing her son’s best friend. He is nearly half her age. Being recorded, she was in a haze of lust and desire. She was so turned on by the feel of his hard cock in her hand and the taste of her milk on his lips.

He kissed her passionately, his tongue sliding against hers. She felt a newfound sense of power and longing. She moaned into his kiss. Her body arched into his as their tongues danced together. Kumar, “I want my cock to feel your lips also, Amma.”

He placed his hand on the back of her head and guided her toward his hard dick. She hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of desire and fear. “This is wrong, Kumar. We shouldn’t be doing this. I never did this even to my husband,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

“I know, I know,” he murmured, slowly making her kneel before him. His hand gently cupped her cheek. He looked into her eyes, the desire and love in them mirroring his own. “But I need this, Amma. I need you to understand how much I want this.” His voice was husky, pleading, and it made her heart ache.

She felt a sting in her eyes as she looked at him, his expression so vulnerable and open. Holding her chin, Kumar brought his tip closer to her lips. She could feel the heat and smell the leaking pre-cum. Her heart was pounding as she brushed his tip slightly on her lips.

“Just give him a kiss, Amma,” he whispered, “just a tiny kiss.” She hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of his gaze and the hardness of his cock. Slowly, she gave a kiss, soft and gentle, to the tip of his erection as he moaned softly. “Yeah, just like that. Now put your tongue out and taste me.”

He let go of her chin and held his cock more firmly, guiding her lips over the head of his dick. My mom tentatively extended her tongue and tasted the pre-cum on his tip. It was salty and sweet, and it sent a shiver through her body. He cleaned his precum with her tongue and slowly parted her lips with his cock.

Kumar began to fuck her mouth, thrusting his hips forward as he held her head in place. “Oh god, Amma. That’s it. Suck on it,” he groaned. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him deep inside her mouth, his cock sliding against her tongue.

She wrapped her lips around him, taking more of him into her mouth, and began to bob her head up and down in time with his thrusts. Her desire was overwhelming, and she found herself wanting more and more of him. Their moans filled the room as their bodies moved in a rhythm of passion and need.

Kumar’s hand got hold of her bun hair and started to face-fuck my mom. He was holding the camera and recording my mom sucking his dick like a cheap whore. He fucked her face faster and harder, his hips slamming into her mouth, his balls tightening.

My mom’s throat stretched and flexed around him, taking him deeper and deeper. Her tongue swirling around his shaft. Her head was thrown back. Her eyes closed tightly. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as she tasted him, felt him, and took him all in.

The muscles in her jaw and neck stood out as she worked to deep-throat him. Her hands clutched at his hips, her nails digging into his skin. Kumar’s grip on her hair was firm, his movements erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. It was clear that he was close to cumming.

As he felt his release building, he pulled out of her mouth and guided her onto her back on the office table. Her eyes were wide with desire as she watched him, her lips swollen and red from their passionate kisses. He positioned himself between her legs, his erect cock pointing at her wet entrance.

“No, Kumar,” before she could finish her protest, he thrust into her, his hips slamming forward. He buried his cock to the hilt. His whole 8-inch cock disappeared into her as my mom arched her back, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips.

Kumar began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm as he fucked her. He gripped her shoulders, his fingers digging into her skin, and held her steady as he took her hard and fast. My mom’s breath came in ragged gasps, her nails digging into the table beneath her.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, echoing off the walls and mingling with their gasps and moans. She felt the familiar tugging sensation in her abdomen. He reached deep inside her, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust.

The pleasure was almost too much to bear. She arched her back off the table, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Her nails raked down his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her hips rose to meet each of his thrusts, their bodies in perfect sync as they moved together in a frenzy of passion.

Kumar then climbed onto the table and lay on my mom, pinning her arms above her head with his weight. His cock slid in and out of her as he began to fuck her harder. Her body was moving in rhythm with his, their skin slapping together in a wet, primal dance.

He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it roughly as he continued to thrust into her. My mom arched her back, moaning his name as the pleasure built inside her. She felt the familiar tightening in her abdomen. With a cry of release, she cum, her body shuddering beneath him.

Kumar felt her orgasm trigger his own. With a hoarse cry and a deep thrust, he started to cum so deep inside her. His sperm exploded directly into her womb. He was shaking and still releasing his load even after several minutes as if he was about to cum again.

My mom was hugging him tightly against her breast while he was still inside her. “That was amazing,” she gasped, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “I can’t believe we just did that.” Kumar leaned down and kissed her cheek, his cock still twitching inside her. “I know,” he whispered. “But it felt so good.”

He pulled out of her slowly. My mom could feel the last remnants of him slipping out of her as she watched his cock slide across her pussy. Kumar collapsed onto her, breathing heavily. “Wow,” he said. “I don’t know what came over me.”

She stroked his hair, running her fingers through it. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “We both needed this.” They lay together for a few moments, catching their breath. Kumar propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “I can’t believe I never noticed before.”

My mom blushed and looked away. “Oh, Kumar, you’re just saying that.” He reached out and traced her jawline with his finger, tilting her chin up to face him. “No, I mean it. You’re stunning.” She couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through her at his words.

They lay together in silence for a while longer, lost in each other’s gaze. Finally, Kumar pulled her into his arms and kissed her again, softly this time. He took the camera and shot a selfie of them naked and said, “This is the best send-off gift ever, Amma.” He smiled at her and kissed her again.

My mom replied naughtily, “Well, your flight is only tomorrow night!” They both giggled and caressed each other for a while, and then they got dressed up. Kumar then dropped my mom at our house, waved at me, and left.

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Hello doston, mera naam hai Nikita Ghosh aur main wapas aa gayi hu apni agli kahani ke sath. Jo log mujhe nahi jaante, woh ye jaan le, ki main aapki hot Bhabhi hu jiske baare mein soch kar aap dil khol ke apna lund hila sakte hai.

Main 35 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekh kar pant se bahar aane lagta hai, woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade stann aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.

Mere pati ‘Ghosh Babu’ meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte, to mujhe doosre mardo ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah se pel sake. Mere stanno ko choos sake aur meri chut ki aag ko thanda kar sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni kahani ka agla part.

Pichli kahani mein aapne padha ki Manoj aur Varsha ko range hath pakadne ke baad kaise maine Manoj ke sath chudai ka maza liya. Ab aage badhte hai.

Chudai ke baad maine apne kapde pehne, aur Manoj ko wapas bhej diya. Fir kuch der baad main ghar wapas chali gayi.

Agle din jaise hi main office mein enter hui, to Varsha ne mujhe kaha-

Varsha: Madam, aapko sir ne aate hi cabin mein bulaya hai.

Main: Kyun kya hua?

Varsha: Pata nahi, shayad koi kaam hoga.

Maine socha ki subha-subha Raman ko aisa kon sa kaam ho sakta tha. Fir maine apna handbag apne cabin mein rakha, aur Raman ke cabin ki taraf chal padi. Aaj maine black saree pehni thi aur uske sath blouse bhi black hi tha.

Fir cabin ke baahar pahunch kar maine cabin ke darwaze par knock karte hue kaha-

Main: May I come in?

Raman: Yes, come in.

Fir main darwaza khol kar cabin ke andar ghusi, aur Raman ne meri taraf dekh kar bola-

Raman: Oh Nikita, aa gayi tum.

Fir usne mujhe upar se neeche dekha aur bola-

Raman: Kya baat hai, aaj kisi ka qatal karne ka irada hai jo itni hot ban ke aayi ho.

Main: Aisa irada to mera roz hota hai.

Raman: Kya baat hai.

Fir Raman apni chair se khada hua, aur mere paas aa gaya. Woh mujhe bola-

Raman: Nikita tumme kuch to baat hai. Kya hai, pata nahi. Lekin tum har kisi ko apni taraf attract kar leti ho.

Ye kehte hue woh mere peeche chala gaya, aur fir peeche se mere kareeb aa gaya. Ab mujhe uski saanse peeche apni gardan ke neeche feel ho rahi thi. Usne aur paas aake kaha-

Raman: Tumhari khushbu mast hai.

Ye bolte hue usne apne hath meri kamar mein daal liye, aur meri gardan ke peeche ek kiss kar diya. Uske aisa karte hi mere muh se ishh ki awaaz nikli, aur meri saans tez ho gayi.

Fir woh meri nabhi mein apni ungli ghumane laga, aur pet par hath ferte hue mere boobs par aa gaya. Usne apne dono hath mere boobs par rakhe, aur unko zor se dabate hue meri gardan par kiss kar raha tha.

Main soch rahi thi ki Raman ko pata nahi kya ho gaya tha. Woh subha-subha garam ho rakha tha, aur mujhe bhi garam kar raha tha. Woh boobs dabata jaa raha tha, aur meri gardan aur kandho par peeche se kiss karta jaa raha tha.

Jab bhi woh boobs dabata, to meri chut mein ek current sa pass hota. Fir usne mujhe apni taraf ghumaya aur mere gaal par hath ferte hue bola-

Raman: Tumhari skin bohut soft hai, ek-dum kisi kuwari ladki jaisi. Isko feel karte hi dil karta hai isko kaat lu.

Ye bol kar usne apne honth mere gaalon par lagaye, aur choomte hue meri gardan par chala gaya. Ab woh meri poori gardan ko choom-chaat raha tha. Fir usne meri saree ka pallu neeche gira diya, aur meri cleavage mein muh maarne laga. Mujhe usne bohut uttejit kar diya tha, aur ab meri chut geeli hone lagi.

Hum dono maze mein madhosh ho rahe the. Lekin tabhi uske table par pade phone ki ghanti baji, aur hamara dhyan toot gaya. Raman ne meri taraf smile karte hue dekha aur bola-

Raman: Is phone ko meri khushi bardasht nahi hai. Lekin kaam to karna hi padega na.

Ye bol kar woh apne table ki taraf wapas chala gaya, aur apni chair par baith kar phone sunne laga. Phone sunte hue usne mujhe saamne ki chair par baithne ka ishara kiya. Maine apni saree theek ki, aur uske saamne ki chair par jaake baith gayi. Main samajh gayi thi, ki abhi isse zyada to kuch nahi hoga.

Main Raman ko phone par baat karte hue sunne lagi. Woh kisi contract ke ruke hone ke baare mein baat kar raha tha. 5-minute tak uski phone par baat chalti rahi. Fir usne phone disconnect kiya, aur mujhe bola-

Raman: Nikita, ab jo bhi main tumse kehne jaa raha hu, woh bade dhyan se sunna.

Main: Haa boliye.

Raman: Rajasthan ke Mandawa gaon mein hamari company ne ek bohut badi zameen li thi kuch saal pehle. Hamari company waha par ek plant plan kar rahi thi. Lekin jab plant ka layout bana, to woh kuch aisa tha ki hame kuch aur zameen khareedni padni thi.

Main: Okay.

Raman: Lekin jo zameen hame chahiye, woh waha ke sarpanch ki hai. Ab woh sarpanch purane khayalon wala hai. Woh pehle se hi factory ke khilaaf tha, lekin ab to aur bhi pakka ho gaya hai, aur hame zameen bechne se saaf-saaf mana kar raha hai.

Raman: Ab dikkat ye hai ki uski zameen ke bina layout theek nahi baithega aur 500 crore mitti ho jayega.

Main: Arre to uske muh par double paise maaro, aur zameen khareed lo.

Raman: Yahi to problem hai. Woh kisi keemat par zameen dene ko taiyaar hi nahi hai. Hamne teen guna paise dene ka bhi try kiya. Lekin woh saala nahi maana. Ye buddhe logon ki yahi problem hoti hai. Na saale tarakki karte hai, na karne dete hai.

Main: To ab?

Raman: Nikita, ye kaam tumhe mere liye karna padega?

Main: Main!

Raman: Haa tum.

Main: Lekin mujhe is cheez ki knowledge nahi hai.

Raman: Nikita tumhe kisi training ki koi zaroorat nahi hai trust me. Tumhe bas waha jana hai. Aur us sarpanch ko convince karna hai ki woh apni zameen hamari company ko bech de. Aur ye kaise karna hai, ye tumhe hi sochna hoga. Saam, daam, dand, bhed, jo bhi karna pade karo.

Main: Aur waha main rukungi kaha?

Raman: Waha sab intezaam ho jayega. Kisi bhi tarah ki information ke liye waha ke police department mein hamara banda hai Nainsukh. Woh tumhari help karega.

Main: Main apne husband se ek baar baat kar lu?

Raman: Haa bilkul. Tum mujhe kal tak bata do discussion karke. Fir main tumhari flight ticket karwa deta hu. Abhi tum seedhe ghar jao, aur discussion karke mujhe bata dena kal tak.

Main: Ok.

Fir main seedhe ghar aa gayi. Ghosh Babu apne kaam par gaye the, aur shaam ko aane waale the. Fir main usi gaon ke baare mein sochte-sochte so gayi.

Shaam ko doorbell baji to meri neend khuli. Ghosh Babu aa chuke the. Unko chai-paani dene ke baad maine unse Mandawa jaane ke baare mein baat ki. Unhone ok kar diya. Maine usi waqt Raman ko phone kiya, aur usko yes bol diya.

Raman khush ho gaya, aur usne 2 din baad ki meri ticket karwa li. Ab main excited thi, ki waha jaake kya hoga.

Iske aage kya hua, ye aapko agle part mein pata chalega. Agar aapko kahani ka maza aaya ho, to kahani ko like zaroor kariyega aur mujhse baat karne ke liye📲 mujhe call bhi zaroor kariyega. Main aapki sex life ko mazedaar bana doongi, isliye mujhe call kijiye.

So, this is not a story, it is a real incident. So, let’s start.

Main 23 saal ka ek ladka hu aur meri gf 21 years ki thi. Hum dono ka relationship theek hi chal raha tha, jab tak hum dono close relationship mein the. Meri gf horny ladki thi, and hum dono ko dirty-dirty baatein karna pasand tha.

But wo mujhe apni pussy nahi deti thi. Only blowjob deti thi, aur main uske boobs touch karta tha. Main kabhi bhi uski pussy ke paas jata tha to wo mera hath hata deti, ya fir pakad leti thi. 2-3 months tak aise hi chala.

Mujhe lagta tha, ki shayad wo itna jaldi physical nahi hona chaahti thi. To main usko kuch bolta nahi tha. Bas usko intense kiss karta tha aur uske boobs choosta tha.

So ab life ka twist hota hai kyunki mujhe city chhodh ke baahar jana tha. Main usse Senior tha, aur meri graduation khatam ho gayi thi. To main PG ke like baahar shift ho gaya. But wo abhi bhi 1st year mein thi, to wo wahi pe reh gayi.

To ab hum dono long distance relationship mein aa gaye. Wo aur main raat mein ghanto baatein karte the, aur din mein naa ke barabar kyunki dono busy rehte the. Wo apni mummy ke phone se baat karti thi. Jaise-jaise din beetne lage, to maine notice kiya ki uska mere mein se interest kam hote jaa raha tha. Main hamesha try karta tha ki use kisi taraf mil jau.

Ek cheez maine mention nahi ki, ki usko Insta mein adult memes dekhna bhaut pasand tha. To wo mujhe aksar bhejti thi aur wo memes like bhi karti thi. Ye sab harkaton ki wajah se shayad uske followers ek-dum se badhne lage. Ab wo jab bhi bore hoti thi, tab wo strangers ke sath bhi baat karna shuru kar deti thi. Maine uski ye harkat dekhi to maine usko toka.

Maine usko bola: Agar memes hi dekhne hai, to meri id se dekh lo. Ladki ho to tharki log tumse chat karna hi chahenge.

But wo nahi maani. Ek din maine uski Insta chats check ki ( hum dono ke paas ek-doosre ka Id tha). To maine dekha ki wo strangers ke sex related baatein kar rahi thi aur uska aur mera sex experience share kar rahi thi. Like –

Stranger(St): Baby mera wala choos ke to dekho, maza aa jayega.

Gf: Tera kyun choosungi, mere bf ka bahut bada hai.

Maine jab dekha to maine ye nahi dekha ki usne kya likha tha.

Maine usko bola: Ye sab baatein hi kyu karna? Seedhe block karo aur matter khatam karo.

Fir iske baad thoda hum dono ke beech ann-ban rahi thi. Dheere-dheere sab theek ho gaya. Next time jab main aaya, to maine usko bulaya aur uske sath sex karne ka try kiya. But usne mujhe is baar bas apni pant ke andar finger ghusane di. Maine bahut andar tak ghusaya.

Main socha raha thi ki uska first time tha. But maine ek cheez notice ki, ki uska blood nahi nikla. Fir maine socha ki wo sport player thi, to uski seal pehle se tooti hogi. To maine zyada is matter mein nahi socha.

Jab main wapas chala gaya, to dheere-dheere usne mujhe ignore karna start kar diya. Main poora try karta tha ki mujhe wo reply kare, par uska ek hi bahana tha, ki mummy thi side pe. Fir ek din maine uski id check ki. Maine dekha ki ek meme page ne usko pic aur video bheji thi, jisme dick ki pic aur masturbating karte hue video aaya tha.

Maine kuch kiya nahi, aur bas wait kiya ki meri Gf is cheez par kaise react karti hai. Fir jab meri gf online aayi, to uske first usne wo pic aur video ko dekh ke “chee!” likha aur type kiya-

Gf: Itna chhota.

But wo dick bahut mota aur lamba tha ek-dum straight. But usne likha itna chhota aur ek do achi-achi gaaliyan di, aur us Id ko block kar diya. Is time mujhe bahut acha laga ki usne aisa act kiya. But fir mere dimag pe chalne laga ki kya hoga agar wo usko like karti aur bolti ki mujhe tumhara dick chahiye.

So aise aise hi time beet gaya aur sab theek chal raha tha. But ek din fir same name ke meme page se pic aayi. Jisko dekh ke main hakka-bakka ho gaya. Maine dekha ki pic mein meri Gf ke boob ki pic aayi thi. Kyunki main bhi apni Gf ke boobs ko ache se jaanta tha.

Usne likha: Main in boobs ko choosna aur chodna chaahta hu.

Jab maine ye dekha to main toot gaya. Socha ki ab ye kya dekhna pad raha tha, aur ye kaise hua. Meri gf ko lagta tha ki main simple ladka hu, but aisa nahi tha. Mere paas uska gmail tha, so maine pata kiya ki usne ek id banayi thi jise wo use karke meme page ki baatein karti thi.

Fir jab maine uski id ko khol ke dekha, to I was shoked. Usme bahut saari videos thi jisme wo banda mere gf ko Chod (fuck) raha tha. But us video mein us ladke ka face nahi tha, and he was fucking my gf in doggy style. Us Video ko dekh-dekh ke mujhe bahut bura lag raha tha.

But fantasy thi to maine dekha ki meri gf kitni sexy thi, aur uske hips aur ass bahut zyada sexy the. Us ladke ka dick itna bada aur mota tha ki meri gf chilla rahi thi. Usne jab meri gf ko aage se choda uski legs utha ke, to lag raha tha ki porn video chal rahi thi.

Fir maine dekha ki aur videos mein background bhi change tha. Means wo dono ne multiple time fuck kiya tha. Ek Video mein meri gf usko blowjob de rahi thi. Dekh ke bura lag raha tha, fir bhi dekha. Meri gf itni pro sucker thi ki wo poora dick apne muh ke andar le leti thi. Aur wo us video mein kar bhi rahi thi, jaise ki wo bahut bhookhi thi lund ko choosne ke liye.

Fir maine us id se log out kiya, aur 1-2 month baad hum dono ka break up bhi ho gaya. Main ek acha aadmi hu. Maine un videos aur pics ko viral nahi kiya. Socha meri zindagi to kharaab ho gayi thi. Kya milega mujhe usko barbaad karke. Fir uske baare mein pata lagaya to pata chal ki mere se bhi pehle uske 4 bf reh chuke the, aur wo meri gf bani thi kyunki us randi ki dimag mein shareef banne ka chul macha tha.

Jo hua main kabhi bhool nahi sakta. Aaj bhi meri gf hai, but wo jaisa blowjob deti thi waise mujhe abhi tak kabhi nahi mil paya.