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My name is Gautam (changed). I come from a Tamil family that has lived in Bangalore for three generations. The incident happened in 2014. Believe it or not, it really happened. But I have added some imagination to spice it up. It’s about my mother, who is traditional and deeply religious.

Everybody respects her but also doesn’t know why a few things happened. I’ve witnessed my parents having sex. It is a common occurrence in many homes. Seen her naked just in front of me and some more, which also really happened. I will tell continuations of this story.

For every son, it is sure that their mother is the first woman and crush. They love and think they are his wife. Slowly, as we grow up understand they are mothers, not wives. It’s surely that the first naked women we see in our lives are our mothers.

They think we are pure souls and show their bodies in front of us while dressing or doing something. And everyone surely saw.

I have an elder brother, and our mother is 42. My father distributor of Everest Masala and other consumer items. Busy from 9 am to 7 pm, six days a week. Other than that, he is always with us only.

My mother’s name is Jyoti (changed). Fair skin, not thin or too thick, normal in size and has a tummy that can be seen. Breasts are slightly saggy. She is beautiful and conservative in her looks. Her character is soft. But she gets angry if she doesn’t like something. We are happily living as a family.

It was November. My mother’s elder sister’s son’s engagement happened. The marriage was in December with only a few days gap. Our family and relatives were busy with that preparation and discussion. They bought sarees and other dresses for the marriage.

Mom needed a designer blouse for her Kanchipuram saree but was too busy with wedding preparations. With only 3 days left, she had to choose blouses for multiple events and a few salwar kameez. After browsing designs online, we finalised a combination late at 8:30 pm.

We went walking to the tailor. A medium-sized house they have used as a tailor shop. Our tailor was Prasad Kumar, a Kannada man with lighter skin than my dad (who is brown). He has been our family’s go-to for stitching for a long time, even before my mom’s marriage.

Since we called ahead, he was waiting for us alone at his tailor shop, which is located near my grandmother’s house. The door was closed when we arrived, so we called him. He said he was inside, opened it, and welcomed us.

Jyoti: Prasad, sorry, are we late?

Prasad: Hey, nothing, this is marriage season. I had extra work, so I’m staying here only almost a week. Someone will come to chitchat, so only I had closed the door.

Jyoti: If you’re busy, then will you be able to give in two days?

Prasad: Jyoti, of course, I’ll stitch for you. You’ve been coming to me for stitching for as long as we’ve known each other. Even your mother has given for me only.

Jyoti: Thank You, Prasad. I only trust your tailoring skills. If you had declined, it would have been challenging for me.

They briefly chatted about marriage. Prasad mentioned he was invited but could only attend the reception.

Prasad: OK, come inside, let me close the door, or someone may waste my time. Show me the design you have selected.

We went and sat on a bench, and he sat beside the table.

Prasad: Did you bring the reference blouse for measurements?

Jyoti: Ha, yes.

Prasad: Good. Show me the saree design and show me the designer blouse designs you selected.

Showed the design she selected on the internet.

Prasad: Huh, I don’t know whether I can finish this design and give you in time.

Jyoti: Why, what happened?

Prasad: You have come with a rich-looking design, full of stone works and due to some design patterns on that. The cutting is also different.

Looking at it, he was thinking how he would do it soon.

Prasad: OK, I will finish it soon for you

Her face was happy somehow.

Prasad: (seeing saree box) You want to wear like this, the model in the picture?

Jyoti: I don’t know, is it possible to wear it like that?

Prasad: You have to wear a Mermaid petticoat (inner skirt) for that. Do you have one?

She nodded no.

Prasad: I have to stitch that also.

Thinking for a minute.

Prasad: What are the other dresses to be stitched?

Jyoti: Another blouse, 3 kurtis and slim-fit pants for that.

Prasad: Did you bring reference pants for that?

Jyoti: Aiyoo, I forgot about it in this marriage tension.

Prasad: It’s OK. Anyhow, I had to measure for the blouse. The cutting is different for your design, and you want a Mermaid petticoat also.

Jyoti: Thank God. OK

Then he suggested some other colour blouse materials for that saree, and she also liked one.

Jyoti: Prasad, it’s getting late, measure quickly.

Prasad: OK, I will call my wife.

He called many times, but she did not pick up.

Jyoti: What happened?

Prasad: My wife is angry with me because I forgot to stitch a blouse for her relative’s marriage. I had many orders. Customer satisfaction is important in work. What can I do?

Then he said he would take the measurements.

Prasad: Jyoti, since I have less time to stitch, I should take exact measurements. There won’t be chances of alterations, and stonework can be done exactly, as it takes more time.

Jyoti: OK, any problem?

Prasad: No, nothing. I need to take measurements, but I can’t with what you’re wearing.

Hesitatly he said. My mother thought of her dupatta (a shawl-like thing they wear with salwar kameez) and removed it.

Prasad: It won’t be easy to measure with the salwar kameez, also.

Mom was shocked but tried to act normal. I saw, although her face turned pink.

Prasad: I have to take measurements. Otherwise, it would be difficult. Nothing to worry, it’s normal.

He said to her, looking at me for my reaction. I was, like, sitting dumb.

Prasad: Come quickly. We will finish on time.

She handed me her mobile and handbag. She walked to the curtain, making eye contact with Prasad and smiling briefly before breaking it. The curtain was to cover the table but allow people to see. She hesitantly removed her salwar kameez.

Both were showing themselves as if everything was normal. I was also looking and giving no reaction, but inside I was horny. I had a hard-on. The weight of the handbag on it was pleasurable. She was wearing a cream-white bra. She hung the salwar kameez on a hook and turned around.

I couldn’t believe my mother casually removed the dress in front of someone. I hadn’t seen anything like this at home. It was a decent bra with few turmeric stains upholding and covering her breasts.

Her gold Thali ( Mangalsutra) was boldly looking at her cleavage. That sindoor on her beautiful face. She was looking hot, traditionally sexy.

Prasad: Jyoti, turn back. Let me take shoulder measurements.

The tailor measured my mother’s shoulder with tape, his fingers touching her skin, making her shiver. Then he noted in a book under my mother’s name. Then measured her back.

Prasad: Jyoti, is this length OK?

Jyoti: Ha (soft voice).

Prasad: Turn Jyoti. I should take chest size.

She turned, caught his eye, and blushed with a shy smile, looking down with shyness.

Prasad: Lift your arms about shoulder level.

Then he went near her like hugging but brought the tape around her. My mother was also shocked by a second. Then, he measured just under and above the breast.

Prasad: I will take the measurements of the breast, tell me how tight you want.

He was standing in front of her, close to her, and holding the tape near her cleavage.

Prasad: Is this fitting tight enough?

Jyoti: Yeah (with huge breath).

Prasad: Do you want your breasts to be cupped or normal?

Jyoti: Cupped type. (shy head down)

Prasad: Then I have to measure the breast also.

He sided the Thali (Mangalsutra) and circled the tape around her left breast. Surely, he felt her heavy heartbeats. She was sweating, glittering for the light. When I peeped, I could see he was holding the tape in her cleavage. Then he noted in the book.

Then went and took from her neck to the end of her cleavage. She was quiet. I could sense her aroma filling the room, mixed with the fan’s air. He was enjoying it, I guess.

Prasad: Jyoti, lift your hands straight up.

She lifted her arms, revealing underarm hairs in her armpit and slightly tanned skin. Beautiful, it was. He went next to her and measured her arm.

Prasad: How long should the sleeves be? They should be short or cover the little dark area at your underarms.

Jyoti: (smiling) Cover that dark skin.

He placed tape from where the dark skin starts and placed it on her armpit, touching my beautiful mother’s underarm hair. Felt how lucky that bastard was as her body glowed with sweat and a rosy hue. I was lusting towards my mom.

When I saw her breasts again, I could see now her bra was pointed. I did not understand that it was nipple erection. Only years later did I realise she had been aroused that day.

Prasad: Jyoti, are you wearing a saree above the navel or below? I should measure for the petticoat.

Jyoti: Thinking below my belly button. Just below it.

Prasad: OK, good.

He glanced at her hip. Pants above the hip were covering the navel.

Prasad: Can you lose your pants a little down so that I measure?

She untied the knot of her pant thread and carefully lowered holding it, revealing light brown panties. The tailor bent towards her and brought tape around her. Due to her hands coming in the way, she left the pants. OMG, they fell. She was trying to bend to pick up the pants.

Prasad: It’s OK, Jyoti. Anyhow I have to measure your legs for petticoat and pants.

She watched him as he worked. My eyes looked at her thighs, fair and hot. Looking at her panties, it had a wet spot, the fabric near her  pussy between her legs visibly damp. I thought maybe women sweat there more. Meanwhile, the tailor adjusted the tape, bringing it lower to encircle her buttocks.

Prasad: Turn around. I should take the size of your back.

View of her beautiful mature ass was making me jealous. Her underwear was tucked in between her ass crack, due to which we could see her ass shape. I could see some marks on her ass, making me crazy to touch them. Tailor held the tape against her ass to measure.

I couldn’t help but feel he was intimately surveying my mother’s body. Saw her without blinking eyes. She had a mole on her back towards the right of the lower part of her shoulder. Seeing her shape in semi-nude was amazing.

She had plumpy hips and thighs. I saw a few hairs on her legs, adding to her natural beauty.

Prasad: Turn Jyoti, let me take the size of the legs together.

I was captivated by her traditional adornment. The sindoor, earrings, Thali (Mangalsutra), a sacred thread around the waist, gold and glass bangles. The glinting silver anklets and the toe rings. All combined to make her the most alluring woman I had ever seen.

Her figure, coupled with her shyness that day, left an unforgettable impression on me. Tailor proceeded to measure her thighs, knees, and ankles together, she wore a shy smile, her modesty evident throughout the process.

Prasad: Spread your legs a little bit, Jyoti. For pants, I need measurements.

To my surprise, she spread almost three feet apart. That was too wide. It was damn arousing looking in that position. The tailor measured the ankle and moved towards the lower part of her thighs. Then he brought the tape to the upper part of the thighs.

His hands brushed her inner thighs and touched her pussy. It seemed like a current flowing through her body. Suddenly, she placed her hands on his shoulder for support.

Prasad: What happened?

Jyoti: Nothing, felt tickled.

She was closing her eyes, enjoying. Then he got up and was sketching, sitting on the table. My mother was seeing what he was doing, but I was enjoying seeing her. She turned to me casually and asked.

Jyoti: What is the time, Gautam?

Me: 9:18 pm, Amma.

Jyoti: Getting late, Prasad

Prasad: Ha Jyoti, a minute

She came forward and was standing next to the tailor.

Prasad: Jyoti what kind of back do you want, normal or show your back full?

Jyoti: (Shyness) Full.

Prasad: How much open should I keep? Do you want the mole on your back visible? That would be beautiful.

Jyoti: (eyes closed and smiling) OK, even I wanted it like that.

Prasad: How deep should it be in the front neck?

Jyoti: Medium, not too much

Prasad: How deep exactly do you want the mole present on the right breast visible or not?

I peeped to see and was shocked. A mole was present on her right boob just by cleavage. This lucky tailor bastard has observed every inch and corner of her. I was already happy seeing her undressed next to me. But jealous of him touching her.

Jyoti: No, be just above that.

Prasad: OK, measurement over.

My mother bent to pick pants. Her ass shape was so hot that anybody would love to touch and kiss it. The wet spot on her panties had spread and become large. I thought she had sweated too much. She took her salwar kameez and sat on the bench next to me and wore it.

Her aroma was taking me to paradise with the scent of femininity. Throughout the entire experience, both my mother and I acted as though everything was normal.

Prasad: OK, Jyoti, I will make sure you look beautiful in the entire function.

My mother blushed and smiled, and then the man at the table offered me sweets from the drawer.

Prasad: Gautam boy, study well and be a good boy.

After paying ₹1000 as advance, we left the shop. On our way home, I noticed my mother’s smile and blush as she held my hand firmly. When I arrived, my father had already brought dinner from the restaurant.

Seeing her joy, my father inquired if she was pleased with her dress. But I understood the true cause of her happiness.

We slept. There was a pooja tomorrow in her sister’s home. I got up and had to take a bath. In two bathrooms, one was where my father had just gone, and in the other, where my mother was about to come out. I heard the bathroom door open and saw my mother come already in her salwar kameez.

She urged me to hurry. I locked the door and went to put my clothes in the laundry bucket. That’s where I saw her yesterday’s clothes. I found a cream-white colour bra and light brown colour panties. I was on cloud nine, sniffing her inner wears and touching my dick with them.

I remembered the wet spot she had yesterday. Her panties had some stains where the wet spot was there. I kept that area in my mouth, chewing and tasting the salty thing, thinking it was her sweat. But it was her pussy juices and cum she was leaking. I

t tells that she was aroused and horny that day. I wore them and was thinking about her. Then, after a day, we went to the tailor. He gave her only one blouse for the morning marriage. He said he would give a designer blouse for the night reception by evening.

The next morning, she was beautiful, wearing a stitched blouse. We went to marriage. As close relatives, we participated in the Pooja. After lunch, my mother chatted for almost 3:30 pm. My father and brother had brought their dresses to the function hall so that they could get ready quickly and be there.

But my mother’s blouse was still with the tailor. We took an autorickshaw to fetch it, and she called the tailor on the way.

Jyoti: Hello, Prasad. Is the blouse ready? I’m on the way to that shop.

She was listening to what he was saying and said

Jyoti: Prasad, I will go home and get Gautam ready and get myself fresh. Can you please bring me there?

Hearing that, I was puzzled about the situation. Then she ended the call, thanking him.

Gautam: Amma, aren’t we going to tailor shop?

Jyoti: The tailor told me that he was finishing the dress. So, why waste time there? I asked him to deliver it to our home while we got ready.

We reached home, but she was tired as she got up early today. She slept on the sofa for a small nap. I also slept watching TV. She woke me later and took me to her room to wash my face. Still sleepy, I got scolded for being late.

Just then, the doorbell rang. She hurried to open the door. I peeked out to see it was the tailor. She greeted him. Then she came to the room. After a few minutes tailor came into the room, bringing a huge cover. He kept the cover he brought on the bed. I saw my mother remove the saree, there only in front of us.

She was only in a blouse and petticoat. She went to the bathroom. We could hear her urinating and later washing her face. A few minutes later, she came out and smiled at him. I noticed water marks all over her blouse and petticoat, and she seemed to be hurrying. I was still confused as to why she was open in front of him.

Prasad: Jyoti, you have kept the house nice and neat.

She thanked him for the compliment. He opened the cover and kept the things on the bed. There were some boxes. I looked at them curiously. He showed her a designer blouse.

Jyoti: Wow, Prasad, it looks beautiful. I love it. I did not expect this would be good.

Prasad: Wear it. It would be more beautiful on you.

She blushed, looking at him. She was looking at herself in the mirror, keeping it on her.

Prasad: Jyoti, this blouse has an open back and medium-deep neck, so I brought innerwear to match. Since you can’t wear your regular bras with it, I got this special one in a matching colour.

Jyoti: Thank you, Prasad. What kind of bra is this?

Prasad: They are strapless. They don’t have shoulder straps.

Jyoti: Oh I know them, have seen online.

Prasad: Also, panties. I saw that day that your underwear was stuck in between. That would be uncomfortable for a Mermaid petticoat. These are small and slim, so they don’t create a visible impression.

The bras he showed were in satin material and looked expensive. The panties were like a net in front and had some padding at the back to avoid getting stuck in between asses. As he said it was less of the cloth, was just enough to cover.

Jyoti: Prasad, you made things comfortable to wear. Thank you very much. I’m excited to see myself in the saree.

Telling that she removed the blouse hooks she was wearing in front of him. She was wearing a black bra. The way she was removing the blouse was an awesome act, like a shirt she was removing. I caught a glimpse of almost hairless underarms, and even a tailor noticed it.

Prasad: Oh, you have trimmed the underarm hair. That’s good Jyoti.

Jyoti: (with shyness) Yeah, that makes sweat a little bit extra. That’s why I trimmed using my husband’s trimmer.

Then she kept the blouse on the bed and took the strapless bra. She turned opposite to us and removed the bra she was wearing in front of us. I was in shock that my mother was half naked in front of her son and tailor. The mirror reflection allowed us a glimpse of her right breast.

She had dark brown nipples, though the light’s glare obscured the view. She wore it and turned around to show it to him. The Thali (Mangalsutra) was boldly on her cleavage, looking quite attractive.

Prasad: They look beautiful on you.

She came near the bed, positioning in between me and the tailor. She was close to me. Removed the underwear she was wearing under her petticoat only, falling to her feet. It had a small wet spot, possibly from urination earlier, I thought. She kept it on the bed and put on new panties beneath her petticoat.

Tailor with a designer blouse approached her. She removed the knot of the petticoat thread she was wearing. It just fell. Now, I was astonished. Literally, her pussy is visible through the net material. Her pussy hair was trimmed. I also saw the pussy line.

The net material simply was on the pussy, forming the shape of the pussy, made me look at that only. Her ass was not covered fully. Could see her round ass. It covered only the ass crack resembling a bikini. She started wearing a designer blouse, trying to put another hand in.

Prasad: Jyoti, the stones may fall. Wait, I will help you.

He helped put it on and came in front to hook the blouse. I was jealous of somebody making my mother wear a blouse. She admired herself in the mirror, proud of her appearance. He went near her again with the Mermaid petticoat, opened that and kneeled side to side with her.

Turning towards him, she put her legs in petticoat as he was guiding in. He tied it to her hip, asking her for tightness and adjusted it to her form.

Jyoti: Gautam, how do I look?

Me: You look good, Amma.

He then brought the saree, folded a part for pallu kept on her shoulder and asked to hold. He tied the saree, folded the remaining and tucked in her dress touching her navel and pinned it. He then tied the lace of her blouse and assisted with the jewellery she started wearing.

He opened a box, took the chain, and kneeled near her and tied it on her hip. She was a hip chain, looking beautiful on her navel. He then adorned her hair with jasmine flowers. He finally made her ready. She was happy and cute. It was 6 o’clock.

We took an autorickshaw, and he followed on his bike. Everyone looked at her, and all the ladies asked about the saree. Later, the tailor said he had dinner, so he was leaving as he had work.

I was confused about my mom’s behaviour, wondering if she was cheating or had a bad character. I read about women’s sexuality on Wikipedia and Quora to understand. I learned that women, like men, can be attracted to different people, even if they’re married.

But this doesn’t mean they’re bad or cheating. It’s just a temporary feeling. Reading this cleared up my doubts because I had never seen my mom act this way before. She’s always been loyal to my dad, and they’ve been romantic until now.

I will tell how I saw my parents having sex and seeing her nude. I will tell you in the coming parts which are real. Also will tell you some imaginary fictional stories about my mother that I fantasise about during masturbation. Surely that will make you cum.

I welcome your thoughts, reviews, and similar experiences that happened to you. [email protected].

It has been a while since we last made love to each other, like intense and sensual love. The kids are on a trip, and I have the entire weekend to enjoy her. Between me working and her being a dedicated housewife and taking care of our two kids, we barely get enough time for each other.

Hence, this week was a golden opportunity for us. We had the entire home to ourselves. Had it not been Friday, I wouldn’t have had to wait till the evening. I got back home to see her drying her hair at the window. She had just taken a bath, and her skin was still moist.

The warm sunlight was reflecting from her skin, giving her a radiant and glowing silhouette. My eyes were stuck to her, just admiring her. The way her waist folds as she bends sideways. The way her pallu is pulled downwards reveals her cleavage a bit.

I just stood there, mesmerised by the view, till her sweet voice broke my trance.

“What are you staring at?”

I instinctively replied, “Your face.”

She continued with “What do you want?” while adding a melody to it.

“You.”

“What if I said no?”

“You won’t be able to.”

“You don’t seem to have any pure intentions,” she said, squinting her eyes gleefully as a smile enveloped her face.

I took a step forward in her direction, only to be stopped by her “Stop.” It felt like I walked into a wall.

“Take a bath first, then come near me.”

I can’t object to that, as I haven’t taken a bath yet. I came out of the shower and wore my white shirt and navy blue pants. I sprayed the perfume she liked the most on me. I found her in the kitchen, making breakfast for both of us. Her hair was not totally dried and lay on her right shoulder.

It reveals her left collarbone and neck, as well as her back. It still seems a bit wet from sweat accumulated while working in the kitchen’s heat. Slowly creeping towards her, I crossed my arms around her waist.

One closer to her breasts, pushing onto her lower breasts a bit, while the other near her belly button. My fingertips slipped between her saree and her skin. She had a surprised gasp as I touched her. Taking a sniff, she replied, “Wow, whom do you want to impress that you’re wearing this perfume?”

“I already have her in my arms.”

“Oh,” she continued with her cooking. “What will you do if she is impressed?”

“This.”

I lowered my head towards her neck. I started kissing her, making my way up to her ears while leaving a trail of kisses. I pulled her earlobe with my lips and started nibbling on it gently. I knew that was her weak spot, and her body responded quickly to it.

I could feel her temperature rise. Her breathing got heavy and much more frequent. She started pushing her hips against me as she leaned a bit forward. Her hands had stopped moving, but she held onto the spoon. I could see her biting her lower lips on the reflective surface of the chimney over the stove.

I urge you to take her then and there. Push her on the kitchen counter, tear off her clothes, and make love to her. But I couldn’t. Had it not been for the meetings, we would have been all over each other. Instead, I trailed down towards her collarbone and gave her a hickey.

My hand slipped down towards her thigh. I grabbed it tightly with my fingers pushing against her pussy.  “Fuck,” her lips puckered inward as she tried to stifle her moans, her eyes closed. Her thighs flexed, pushing my hand against her pussy.

Her hands gripped the edges of the kitchen counter as she pushed her ass against my bone and moved it around. She very well knew how her charms worked on me. But I had some other plans for her. The more I play with her, the more I tease her.

The more I made her anticipate, the more excited she gets when it’s time for sex. I knew how to make her hungry for it. I pushed her against the counter, driving my boner deeper between her ass. I could feel her wetness seeping through the folds of the saree and on my fingers.

She was ready for it. This was a make-or-break thing. If I do it right, we will be having wild love-making in the evening; if I get it wrong, I’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight. The greater the risks, the sweeter the rewards. I pulled my hand from between her thighs and unfolded my other hand from around her waist.

Placing them on her hands, I interlocked my fingers with her. I leaned against her, pressing my boner harder against her. I whispered in her ears, “That’s all that I wanted to do. Bring the breakfast to the table. I have to leave for the office soon.”

I unclasped my fingers and kissed her cheek before I backed away from her and moved towards the door. Before I left the room, I turned to look at her and saw her staring back at me. Her anger and frustration were clearly visible in her frowning eyebrows and her grinding teeth.

At that moment, I could see myself sleeping on the couch. But just as I thought my faith was sealed, she had a faint squint in her eyes and a developing grin, a sign of hope. I knew she would be up for it, for she likes to be teased and likes to tease me back.

I remember her flashing me, making suggestive comments, and making seductive faces while at an event. What followed after that was a long and steamy session after we got back.

I sat at the dining table while reading the newspaper until she brought the breakfast. I was waiting for her to do something. But we had our breakfast in silence. I was doubting my assumptions now. Maybe I’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight.

I was lost in the thought of how I should play things differently now. I heard the clink of a spoon falling on the floor. I saw it lying just beside her, and her hand was reaching out for it. Just at that moment, I saw her pallu fall beside her hand. My eyes zoomed up towards her chest.

I saw something enough to make blood rush to her other head. Her boobs were pressing against her blouse, her cleavage forming a valley between them, with a faint light emerging from the other end. It didn’t last long as she sat up and pulled the pallu over her shoulder.

“If you’re done staring, eat,” she replied as she caught my eyes meeting hers.

“Haa.” I resumed my breakfast, eating the last few bites, before she took the utensils and started washing them. While I took my blazer and my office bag, I realised something. Her pallu was fastened to her blouse via a safety pin broach of the same colour as her saree.

While she pushed the pallu over her shoulder, there was no broach near or around her. Unless she deliberately removed it. Just knowing that she was up for it put me in a good mood, and I started planning for the evening. As I was about to leave, she caught me at the door.

I saw the broach on her shoulder, and she realised that I knew what she had done. She closed the distance and put her hands on my chest.  “You’re not the only one who can tease,” she winked as her right hand slid down towards my cock. She started stroking it over my pants.

She licked her lips and bit her lower lip while locking eyes with me, and that was enough to give me a hard-on. The door was open behind me, and gladly, we didn’t have any neighbours on our floor. She slowly pushed me out of the door while playing with the head of my shaft.

Raising on her toes, she whispered in my ears, “Don’t have to go to the office?” At that very moment, I felt a sharp pain. She flicked the head of my penis. It wasn’t very painful, but enough to make the hard-on go soft.

“We’re equal now,” she laughed, and she closed the safety door while reversing back into the house. “See you in the evening, hubby.” Her sassy comment with a grin while waving at me was enough to make my day. But it was just the start.

I was already fascinated by the evening as I replied. “See you, wifey,” and went into the lift.

The morning went by quickly, and it was already lunchtime. The Friday rush and meetings kept me busy and away from my phone. As I unlocked it, I got her name pop up on my screen. She had just messaged me.

Her: Had lunch?

Me: No, I will have now. You?

Her: Done.

Me: I opened the tiffin, but I don’t know if I can eat it.

Her:  Why do you say that? Why can’t you eat?

Me: Maybe you put something in because I teased you earlier?

Her: Hehe, no, no, I didn’t spike the lunch. But still have to take revenge.

Me: Isn’t what you did at the front door enough?

Her: Yeah, but revenge for this is left.

She sent a selfie of the hickey from an upper angle. Her pallu was on her lap, and she pressed against the sides of her boobs, giving them a push-up effect. She was trying to get me horny, and it did the job well.

Me: Seems I should have rather given hickeys on those two.

Her: I wouldn’t have stopped you, but the office was more important for you.

Me: Work was necessary. Let me make it up to you. We will go for dinner in the evening.

Her: Alright, what time?

Me: 7:00 p.m., be ready.

Her: Okay, what should I wear?

Me: Anything casual.

Her: Okay, how’s work?

Me: It’s a bit hectic. I have a meeting to attend.

Her: You could have taken a leave. Who is going to scold the boss?

Me: I could have, but I would have been stressed the entire weekend. I want to focus on one thing this weekend.

Her: What?

Me: You.

Her: Haha, don’t butter me up.

Me:  I would have done it in person, but alas, I’m here.

Her: And what else might you have done?

Me: That’s a secret.

Her: Yeah, yeah, you don’t have it.

Me: Hehe, see for yourself in the evening.

Her: Haa, that we will see if you get time to stop staring at me.

Me: How could I not when you’re so hot and sexy?

Her: Yeah, yeah, stop buttering me up and have your lunch. I’ll do some chores till then.

Me: Alright, I will call you when I leave. Bye.

Her: Bye.

I continued with my work, and as the clock struck 6:30, I packed my stuff and hurried to the car. I called her as soon as I started driving.

Me: Ready?

Her: Yeah.

Me: Okay, meet me in 10 minutes at the gate.

Her: Haa. Cut the call. I’m getting ready.

Me: You said you’re ready.

Her: Let me get ready, bye.

I reached the gates at 6:58, and she was nowhere to be found. I got out of the car. I was just about to call her when my eyes fell on a beauty walking towards me. She was covered in a white floral sundress with a snugged waist. Flaunting her hourglass figure while the dress highlighted her voluptuous figure.

Her long, unbounded, silky hairs flowed to the side. It was her, the woman I fell for, now making heads turn as she walked towards me, leaving me stunned.  She came close to me, pinched the dress from the side, and gave a twirl.

“How do I look?”

“Words would be insufficient to describe your beauty? Rather, I should be complimenting the one who made you or the one who brought us together?”

“Nope, I’m the one to be complimented since I put in the effort,” She winked.

“You, my love, are effortlessly beautiful. No amount of words strung into a sentence would be enough to describe your charm.” I winked back.

She smiled from ear to ear and kissed me. I can feel the jealous gaze of people cursing me for having such a drop-dead gorgeous wife. I opened the door for her, went to the driver’s seat, and drove off to the restaurant.

Her: Listen. Let’s not dine at a restaurant.

“Then where should we go?”

“Let’s have street food, I am craving Pani Puri.”

“Let’s go then, but it won’t be enough to satiate us.”

“Yeah, then we will have a sandwich, then momos, then pav bhaji and some juice.”

“Seems you have already planned it.”

“Hehehe, yes.”

We went to her favourite Pani Puri stall and ate Pani Puri there. Afterwards, we had sandwiches and pav bhaji. She was full by then. We decided to go for a walk in the park. We walked around for an hour or so, and it was 9:30. The park was about to close.

On our way back, we decided to go for a long drive. It was quite a long highway, and I was cruising at the speed limit. We had been talking about random things when she suddenly went silent. I looked at her and saw her pulling her sundress up and removing her white pants.

The dress was crumpled up at her waist. She took my hand and rubbed it over her pussy. She was soaking wet. Her fluids were on my finger. She took my hand and started licking my fingers one at a time. But she wasn’t done. Her hands were now on my lap, touching my cock and rubbing it over my pants.

I knew what she was onto, and I wanted that too. I pushed my seat back a bit to make space for her head. She unzipped my pants and started stroking my cock. Her hands are magic, soft yet firm. She stroked my penis and started licking the tip of it. This was risky.

I slowed down my car and started driving in the left lane at a moderate speed. We were still approximately 10 minutes away from reaching home. But she was in no mood to wait. Her mouth was all over my shaft, licking my glans with her tongue and rubbing it on the insides of her cheeks.

Her drool was all over my pants while one of my hands gripped the steering wheel and the other held her head. It didn’t take long for me to start building up fluids. I squirted all of it in her mouth. She just gulped it all down as she lifted her head.

A bit of my sperm was left on her lips. She likes it off with her tongue seductively while looking at me. That one look was enough to make me go hard again. This woman has that kind of hold over me. It was about time we reached home.

I zipped up my pants and dabbed the excess drool in me before getting out of the car. She pulled her dress down. We made our way towards the lift. She grabbed my arm and walked beside me. As soon as the lift closed, she started rubbing herself over my wrist.

We reached our floor. She opened the doors to our house with the keys and entered while I followed behind her. As soon as I closed the door behind me, she jumped on me, pinning me against the door. She started kissing me passionately. Her hands were wrapped around my head, pulling me in.

We were kissing, pushing out tongues in each other’s mouths, and playing with each other. My hands were on her ass, pushing her into me. Her hands had already found their way to my shirt and were undoing my buttons. We both somehow made our way to the bedroom.

Kissing while rolling and bumping against the wall. We let go of each other and just started undressing ourselves. She got herself out of the dress as quickly as I got myself out of my pants and underwear. She had already gotten hold of my erect dick.

She was stroking it. My hands were on her slit, rubbing on her clitoral area with my palm while my fingers pushed against the walls inside her pussy.  We slowly shuffled towards the bed while kissing and playing with each other. Her legs were against the frame of the bed, and she fell on it.

I took the opportunity to kneel, spread her legs apart, and start eating her out. She was already wet with all the moisture from the fingering. I started pressing my tongue against her slit, pushing them apart. I was rubbing the back of my tongue against her clitoral area.

She was way more sensitive. She responded to the first brush of my tongue against her clitoral area. Closing her legs and thrusting her pussy into me by flexing her buttocks and thighs. I forced her legs open again and pinned them to the side while continuing to eat her pussy.

Playing with her labials, nibbling on them. Pulling them with my lips, I enjoyed just eating her and seeing how she reacted. Her back arched, raising her. Her hands were on my head, grabbing my hair and pushing my face against her. Her eyes closed while she licked and bit on her lower lips.

She moaned. “Uhmm, yes, fuck, yes, yes.”  Her vocabulary was reduced to just a few words and a lot of moans.  Suddenly, she started shivering. A loud moan erupted. Her legs folded in against the force of my hands holding them down, and she convulsed.

Her breathing was heavy and rapid. But it soon started to subside and get back to normal.  “Fuck me, fuck me now, please,” she begged. I was ready as well. My heart was raging to be in her and feel her warmth around it. I let go of her and stood up.

She turned herself in the meantime, getting into a doggy position. She leaned down, her back arching while her head lay on the mattress. She held her buttocks with her hands and spread them open, revealing her pussy and butthole.

I grabbed her ass and started rubbing my dick around her entrance, grinding against it. Teasing her didn’t last long. She reached out from underneath and grabbed my dick, and pushed it against her entrance as she pushed herself back. The entire length went in; it was warm and well-lubricated with her cum.

“Aah,” she moaned against the mattress as I spanked her ass. Her insides contracted against my dick as I spanked her. I started thrusting her at a slow but deep pace. She started rocking back and forth, and we were in sync. My glans never came out of her.

As I pulled back, she rocked ahead. But just enough to keep the glans in. As I moved forward, she rocked back, pushing my cock deep into her. Every contact of her ass with my body made a clapping sound. The ripples travelled along her butt, making it giggle.

Her boobs were pressed against the mattress and bounced a bit.  Looking down, it was the best view I could have. Her ass pressed against me, with a faint print of my hand on one of her butt cheeks. Her back arched, pushing her ass up. Her curvy ass narrowed down towards her waist.

With her back dimples visible and her love handles contouring and acting as a bridge between her curvy ass and slim wait. Her boobs pressed against the mattress, spilling to the side. Her hands were extended in front of her, grabbing on the bedsheet.

The icing on the cake was her muffled moans. The way she twisted and twirled her ass if I stopped thrusting her for a second.  I didn’t want her to strain herself to keep herself in this position. I gathered some pillows and pushed them below her belly so she could rest herself down and still have the same position.

She plopped down, exhaled, and relaxed a bit, which was good for me. The more relaxed she felt, the longer I could make love to her. We had transferred from a downward doggy to an elevated prone bone.

It was a much better position in my books. The motion rubbed her clitoral area against the pillows, creating one more stimulus. My hands were now moving over her back, grabbing on her back muscles and moving around. Pushing my fingertips against her skin, leaving a trail without cutting into her skin.

I was enjoying leaving my marks on her, etching my imprints on her. I claimed her to be mine. Caught up in the sensation and the moment, I realised I was reaching the edge. Gaining control of my breathing, I slowed down my tempo, trying to last longer.

I couldn’t stop myself from moaning under my breath. Her warmth enveloped my shaft. The sensation of her soft flesh in my hands and the visible imprints I left on her back were too many stimuli to ignore. I grabbed onto her ass tightly and started thrusting her faster and harder.

One thing I knew she liked while going harder was spanks. Her other butt cheek was still plain without my imprints. I started spanking her gently. I noticed her contracting around my cock with each spank. 4–5 hard spanks on both cheeks. They were both red and sensitive to touch.

The moment I grabbed them tightly, her moans increased in volume. But it wasn’t a negative response.

“I’m going to…” I huffed out while breathing heavily.

“In…me…cum inside,” she managed to reply with her moans in between.

I started to feel the cum build up in the base of my cock. Trying hard to contract and hold it in for longer, I started thrusting in faster while grabbing on her ass tight. My dick started to swell up, getting ready to paint her insides with my cum.

It seemed to have made her reach her end as well. She started to contract harder around my dick. I had reached my limit, and it came out bursting. I could feel the thick cum moving inside me and surrounding my dick inside her. It was hot and dense.

My cock was still pulsating and unloading bits of cum inside her. It seems to have hit her spots right. She started contracting and pulsating around my dick while her body stiffened. As her breathing returned to normal, she turned around and pulled me in.

As I fell onto her, she climbed over me, and we made out. We decided to call it a night, took a shower together, and went to sleep. We had two more days to ourselves. One thing was sure: we weren’t done with each other yet, for there were more cravings yet to be satisfied.

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Continued from part 5. Given the size of the story, I am breaking this up again into two parts. I hope to have your patience to read both parts in unison.

It was Sunday afternoon when I woke up on my bed. The night was wild. I was trying to guess where my friend Rini was. I thought she might be getting fresh. But when I looked at the watch laying on the coffee table next to the bed, it was clocking 2 pm.

I realized she must have left. I woke up naked with a boner while remembering last night. Then I dragged myself out of the bed with my dick saluting the ceiling.

My eyes fell on the dining table, there was a note and her lip gloss. The note read, “Check your email”. The impression of Rini’s lips was the insignia on the back of the note.

Then I took a quick shower and settled on the couch, opening my laptop to check her mail. I am copy-pasting her mail without adulteration for all my readers. I hope you all were as eager as me to know her story.

Email:-

“Hey Rahul, sorry I had to leave you this morning unannounced. But I had to attend to my dad as he was getting restless. Cannot really blame him much as he is perhaps addicted to waking up feeling my mouth on his dick every morning if I am in town.

You must be thinking what a slut I have become, but honestly, a very few could make me orgasm like my dad does. Thankfully, you didn’t disappoint me last night. I had a couple of orgasms with you and it was great.

I know you will be taking your flight back to London tomorrow morning and I might not see you again for some time. But when we meet next time, I will make it up for you.

I am currently on my way to the airport, I have a flight to catch for Delhi. But thought to tell you what happened thereafter between me and dad.

I think you deserve to know and maybe by the time you read this, I will already be on my flight with my cell phone in flight mode. But don’t stress, I will call you at night once I have completed my business requirements before I retire for the night, muaahhh.

After that evening when my dad filled my mouth with his cum for the first time, I tiptoed back to my room before my dad could realize. I was the one taking his load. While walking back, I was confused with the feeling that was erupting inside me. My cunt was leaking, some drops of my dad’s cum were still on the edges of my lips and some started to dry on my chest down my boobs.

I could still taste that salty, bitterly cum of my dad in my mouth. The nascent after the scent of his cum filled my nostrils which was giving me goosebumps.

I could feel my juice leaking down my thighs as I walked towards my room silently. Halfway to my room, I could hear my friend scream at the top of her voice, believing my dad finally got my friend’s pussy. The whole house was silent except for the screams and loud moans which my friend was making.

I knew the bitch was trying to send me a message, or maybe trying to provoke me to feel my dad’s dick inside my own cunt. My dad kept fucking her hard for almost an hour. Then I sat down next to the door of my room keeping the door ajar. One part of me wanted to hear those screams and the other was reminding me what a slut I had become.

During that hour of debacle, my heart kept pounding, my pussy got wetter and my mind went wild. I didn’t even realize when I smeared my fingers with the melted transparent cum off my chest and started licking my fingers. Honestly, Rahul, I am getting wet right now also as I am writing this mail to you even though this happened years back.

Hope you will understand how I was feeling and was going through having tasted sex for the first time. It wasn’t sex actually, but more of my introduction to raw sex. I was overwhelmed by what was happening to me.

I could hear my dad grunt as he emptied himself on my friend (she told me later that my dad filled her ovulating pussy that evening *wink*).

After taking a shower, my friend left the house and my dad dozed off to sleep. I also pulled myself up and waited for my friend to leave and went to take a shower.

During the shower, I couldn’t help but finger myself hard remembering my dad’s hard dick. I came out slyly to ensure my dad did not get a heed of my presence. Maybe he was too happy, satisfied, and exhausted to even bother thinking of me to be present in the house.

He woke up around 8 pm when he came around my room to check on me. Luckily, I was awake when he knocked. I responded affirmatively. He pushed his head inside the room to call me for dinner.

Soon after, I joined him at the dining table. I could see him relaxed and smiling to himself. Even though I knew why he was full of life today, I asked him the reason to which he deflected the question without answering.

After that day, my friend’s weekend visit continued. I could sense the happiness my dad was getting as he had started being so full of life.

It excited me as well since the routine continued on alternate weekends. I would tiptoe into his room and my friend would make me suck his dick. She told me that she has made arrangements with my dad that she could get him to blindfold the first half and second half, and dad could fuck her the way he pleases.

This continued for almost two months. I would have drunk my dad’s cum four to five times. I was getting addicted to the smell and taste of my dad’s cum. Even I tried to sneak into his room after he slept to taste his dick. But I would duck out last moment thinking if he caught me, what would happen?

After two months, my friend had to leave the city for a month for a Euro trip. The first week was fine for both me and my dad. But the week after onwards, my dad started getting restless. The same was affecting me as well given my weekly dose of my dad’s cum had stopped. We both started staying more restless.

My dad started jerking more frequently as I watched hiding, similarly for me, all the fingering, and playing with myself wasn’t helping either. The dissatisfaction and the urge started to be visible on our faces and our behavior.

I started looking at all the passing men and their crotch. I was becoming more horny day by day. Similarly, I noticed my dad staring at our maid’s ass or her boobs at times. It was disgusting to watch my dad drool over our maids. But given he was addicted to my friend’s pussy and the action he was getting, I felt pity for him too.

I would notice his boner every time the maid was around. Honestly, Rahul, the last thing I wanted was to find my dad drilling my maid. My mind kept drifting to the thought that the arrangement I had with my friend couldn’t really continue to be honest.

I took a quick shower and shaved my underarms and my pubes too. I wanted him to lick the smoothest pussy he ever feasted on. Then I applied light makeup, wore my favorite perfume, and put on satin shorts and a sleeveless noodle strap tee. I intentionally didn’t wear any of my inners (bra and panty) and made sure my shapely ass and perky boobs were the highlight.

It was around 9 pm when I walked in next to him. He was having his favorite whiskey wearing shorts and a t-shirt. By the looks of him, he wasn’t actually enjoying his drink. But was more drifting in his thoughts sitting next to our bar set up.

Then I went close to him and put my elbow on his shoulder making sure that my boob rubbed on his shoulder back. He looked at me turning his head and smiled. His glare moved from my eyes to my cleavage as I was leaning on him. My choice of tee complimented my intentions.

My nipples were hard ever since I decided to fuck my dad. We exchanged pleasantries and leaned more on his arms to rub my boobs even more.

I could sense him getting a bit uncomfortable. But I guess he was liking the female body touch on himself. I put more of my body weight on the sides of his body trying to maintain contact with our bodies.

I asked if he was doing fine as he had been partly disturbed for a few days. He denied it and asked me the reason for my mood swings. I told him that he was the reason very blatantly to which he was surprised and concerned.

He turned towards me sitting on his bar chair and looked at my eyes. He tried to keep his sight on my eyes which kept drifting to my neckline and sometimes even down the valley. I held his hand with both mine and kept it on my chest between my boobs. Then I looked into his eyes and told him that I knew he was missing my friend.

Instead of getting surprised he took a deep breath and said he could explain. I cut him short and told him he didn’t have to. I lowered my head and he kissed my head. Then I kept my head on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat. In that position itself, I told him that I missed my friend too.

He left his glass from the other hand and kept his hand on my back. It was definitely not a father’s touch. I could feel it as a man’s touch. He pulled me more onto himself and firmed up his grip over my back. My boobs were now crushing on his chest. In a mellow voice, he said he knew why I was missing my friend.

Signing off for now, part 7 to follow with the last part of her email transcript.

Keep sending your feedback, these mean a lot. Thank you all.

This is Rahul Roy, your very own investment banker from London currently put up in Stratford E20. Feel free to leave me a note at [email protected]

Mera naam Shambhavi hai. College se mera ek boyfriend hai, Yash. Hamne apne relationship ke pehle 3 teen maheeno mein hi sex karna shuru kar diya, kabhi uske ghar, kabhi mere, kahi jagah nahi mili to college washrooms (kayi baar to wo mujhe surprise dene burkha pehan ke girls washroom mein ghus jata tha).

Shuru mein to wo mujhe ek aam mard ki tarah pelta tha. Sirf kabhi-kabhi apne pasand ke kapde pehan ke aane bolta tha. Use main saree mein bahut pasand thi. Usne keh diya tha ki jab bhi college se bahaar sex ho, to saree zaroor se pehanna. Aur ho sake to saamne se khulne waale blouse pehanna (use kholte-kholte mere boobs chaatna pasand tha).

Dheere-dheere mujhe usne apne BDSM fantasy ke baare mein bataya. Kaise use mujhe baandh kar apni gulaam soch ke acha lagta tha. Ek do baar usne mujhe mere dupatte ya saree se baandha bhi tha. Lekin abhi tak hum logon ne kuch hardcore try nahi kiya tha. Dheere-dheere baat shaadi tak pahunch gayi. Ab mujhe saree ki aadat ho gayi thi, aur din bhar usi mein rehti thi.

Usne mujhe shaadi ke do din pehle akele mein ek construction site par bulaya (mujhe pata tha use mujhe chodna tha). Main ache se saj-thaj ke uske paas gayi. Usne mujhe ek thaila diya aur kaha hamari suhagraat ki planning. “Planning?” Maine poocha. “Haa, suhagraat khaas honi chahiye. Sirf pati-patni to koi bhi ban jata hai. Kyun na hum ek level up, master-slave bane?”

Mujhe uski baatein garam kar rahi thi. Bina ye soche ki wo kis level tak serious tha maine haste hue haa kar di. “Is thaile mein instructions slip aur baaki samaan hai”. Ye bol ke wo chala gaya, mujhme aag laga ke.

Maine ghar jaa kar thaile mein dekha to front-pinned wala blouse tha, ek chhed wali lingerie, petticoat filmo mein item girls jaisa. Ek saree aur ek packed dibba jisme likha ‘BDSM KIT for horny couples‘ . Ek letter mila jisme likha , “Meri slave girl Shambhavi, neeche diye gaye instructions and all circumstances tumhe follow karne hai:-

1. Suhagraat ke liye tumhe mere diye hue kapde hi pehanne hai. Tum room mein mujhse pehle aa kar ready hoke rehna.
2. Footwear ke liye tum sabse zyada height wali pencil heel hi use karogi.
3. Meri di hui BDSM kit mein ek ball gag hai. Use pehan ke hi mera intezaar karna.
4. Kisi bhi rule ko unfollow karne par strict punishment milegi

– Love from your master Yash.”

Main poori garam ho chuki thi. Meri ungliyan baar-baar meri pussy mein ghusna chaah rahi thi. Main samajh chuki thi main Yash ki patni nahi balki randi banne wali thi. Par meri hawas mujhe uske lund ke alawa kuch sochne nahi de rahi thi.

Aakhir-kaar meri shaadi ka din aa hi gaya. Shaadi ki rasmo ke baad mujhe suhagraat ke liye mujhe kamre mein le jaya gaya. Meri behne aur Yash ki behan ‘Sanaya’ mere paas kuch hassi-mazaak kar rahi thi. “Bhabhi kuch socha ki bhaiya ke sath kya-kya karogi?” Main to yahi soch ke ghabra rahi thi wo mere sath kya-kya karenge. Pichle kuch dino se wo mujhe submission aur humiliation se related videos bhej rahe the.

Maine Yash se kaha bhi shayad main ye sab na kar pau. Lekin wo sirf itna keh ke taal deta “Chinta mat karo, main sab karwa loonga tumse.” Mujhe waise hi darr lag raha tha, aur ye mahila mandal bhi mere kamre se jaa hi nahi raha tha.

Mujhe Yash ke according taiyaar bhi hona tha. Aakhir-kaar sab apni-apni raye de kar waha se chale gaye. Maine turant apne samaan mein se unka diya samaan nikala. Unke diye lingerie, petticoat aur blouse sab pehan liye. Maine fir unka diya ball gag bhi lagaya.

2-3 minute lagane hatane ke baad wo bhi mere muh pe ache se set ho gaya. Maine ye sab karne se pehle room ki kundi laga di thi. Agar koi dekh leta to samjhana kaafi muskil ho jata. Maine jab final touch ke liye apni almirah kholi, to usme ek dupatta tha, rani pink aur thoda bada. Ek note bhi tha, “Isko apne ghoonghat ki tarah istemaal karna”.

Main sochne lagi ki agar Yash ko mere muh pe ghoonghat chahiye hi tha, to main apni saree ke pallu ka use kar leti. Khair pehli raat mujhe use naraaz nahi karna tha. Maine ghoonghat ko ache se apne upar daal liya. Ghoonghat ke kaaran mera ball gag chhup gaya tha.

Fir maine himmat karke kundi hata di, aur aa kar bistar par dupatte mein muh chhupa ke baith gayi. Room mein koi to aaya, main darr gayi. Agar ye Yash nahi hua, aur koi hua to maine to apne muh par gag lagaya hua tha, aur kuch bol bhi nahi paati. Kismat se wo Yash hi tha. Usne awaaz di “Shambhavi taiyaar ho na aaj ke liye?”

Uski baatein mujhe darra rahi thi, lekin hawas ko bhi badha rahi thi. Maine bhi ball gag ke peeche se hmm ummm hmm kiya. Usne mujhse poocha, “Bdsm kit kaha rakha hai?” Maine bhi hisaab se corner par ishara kar diya. Wo thoda ruk ke bola, “Bag mein?” Maine fir ball gag ke peeche se haami bhari. Is baar to ball gag se mera poora thook girne laga.

Maine muh se thook hatane ki koshish ki, tabhi usne mera hath kass ke pakad liya aur kaha, “Shambhavi tum jaanti nahi ho ye thook aaj kitna zaroori hai tumhare liye, ise barbaad mat karo. Ruko ek slave ko zyada hi chhoot dedi hai maine”.

Ye keh ke usne mere dono hatho aur pairon par fur wali hathkadi laga di. Wo mere paas aa chuka tha, aur mujhe chhoone laga. Usne ghoonghat hatana shuru kiya. Lekin, to my surprise, wo use peeche se hata kar meri aankhon ke saamne le aaya, aur patti ke jaisa meri aankhon ke aas-paas baandh diya.

To be continued.

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Savita enjoyed sex with Aman, her intern. Now she wanted Annie to taste Aman’s dick as well. So she called Aman home one day while Annie was with her. Savita, Annie and Aman were enjoying an awesome threesome. But they were rudely interrupted by Neha, Aman’s girlfriend. She was obviously mad at all three of them.

Savita and Annie calm Neha down and involve her in a lesbian threesome. Aman was just watching as all this unfolded in front of him. But how do Neha and Aman deal with having sex with their professor?

Watch this video and find out: Episode 70 – Neha’s Sex Education.

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Trip to Goa

In the last part, I have written about how me and Mom had sex. It was the second week of June, and I have even fucked my Mom’s ass. I planned a trip to Goa. It was a surprise for Mom.

Well, I planned a honeymoon trip with Mom. I rented a house near a beach where nudism was allowed.

Me – Mom, pack your stuff. We are going on a trip.

Mom – What, where are we going and how?

Me – Just pack your clothes and don’t forget to take your swimming costumes.

Mom – At least tell me, where are we going?

Me – Well, we are going to Goa.

We packed our stuff and took our flight to Goa. We reached at 8 pm. We were so tired that we ordered some food online. After having dinner, I went to our room to see the arrangement I had asked for.

The room was perfect, decorated with flowers and balloons. It was perfect for a honeymoon. There was a heart on a bedsheet made with rose petals. After that, me and Mom went to have a shower.

Me – Ready for your surprise?

Mom – Yes.

Me – Just close your eyes, and let’s go to the bedroom. Now, open your eyes.

Mom – It’s an amazing, beautiful room.

Then, without wasting any time, I hugged Mom and started kissing her. Then I pushed her on the bed and started kissing her all over. I kissed her whole body. Then I sucked her boobs for 20 minutes.

After that, I started licking her pussy. I was licking her pussy deep inside, and she was moaning loudly. After that, we switched to the 69 position. Now I was licking her pussy, and she was sucking my dick. We both released our cum and drank it without wasting even a drop.

After that, Mom came into the doggy position. I inserted my dick inside her pussy and started fucking her. She was moaning like she got fucked the first time. After that, I fucked in a missionary position and released my cum inside her pussy.

I cleaned her pussy, by licking and eating my cum. Later she sucked and cleaned my dick. While she was sucking, I got hard again.

Me – Ready for another session?

Mom – I can’t wait, dear, fuck me.

Me – Yes, Mom, I guess it’s ass time now.

After that, I applied lube on her ass and my dick. She was lying down on the bed. I inserted my dick inside her ass and started fucking her. I fucked her for another half hour in the same position. Then I fucked her pussy for 10 minutes and again released my cum inside her pussy.

I drank Mom’s milk again. Then she sucked my dick. I got hard again. Her mouth feels like heaven. This time, I fucked her in missionary, cowgirl and doggy position. This time, I released my cum on her tits.

Mom also has released her cum 7 times in this session. We were so tired that we didn’t know when we went to sleep.

The next day, we went to the beach, where we found like 20 people naked. They were mostly foreigners, but there were 2 to 3 Indian people too.

We had done naked swimming there for an hour, then had some rest. We went back to our house. After having lunch, I sucked Mom’s boob and started kissing her all over her body. She was sitting in the kitchen on the counter, I started licking her pussy, and she pissed in my mouth. Her piss was delicious.

I inserted my dick in her pussy and started fucking her. After fucking for a few minutes, we went to the hall, and I was sitting on the couch. Mom started sucking my dick. She drank my cum after sucking it for 20 minutes. After that, I fucked her in doggy style. She was moaning loudly.

I inserted my dick inside her ass and fucked ass for half an hour. I then released my cum on her tits. After that, we went to have a shower and then rested for some time. We again went to the beach in the evening, where we were able to talk with some foreigners.

There was an old man (Oliver) who was really attractive. My Mom was continuously looking at his white dick. I asked the old man to come and fuck my Mom with me.

At first, he refused, but after talking and convincing him for a few minutes, he got ready. He has a white skin tone. He is hairy and has a 7-inch white dick.

I invited him to come the next morning and keep it a surprise for my Mom. I welcomed him at 10 am when my Mom was having a shower. When she came out, we both were waiting for her on the couch in the hall.

Mom – Good morning.

Oliver- Good morning.

Me – Mom, are you ready for a threesome?

Mom – What do you mean?

Me – I know you wanted to take Oliver’s dick, so I convinced him.

Mom – love you, dear.

Then Mom started sucking our dicks. She sucked it for 10 minutes. After that, Oliver inserted his dick in Mom’s pussy and started fucking her, I was sucking her boobs. After sucking for a few minutes, Oliver was on the bottom, Mom was in the middle, and I was on top.

Oliver was fucking Mom’s pussy, and I was fucking her ass. We fucked her for 20 minutes in the same position. Then, we both switched positions. I fucked her pussy, and Oliver fucked her ass. We both released cum on her tits at the same time.

After that, Oliver fucked Mom alone for the next round, and I was recording them. They started with kissing for almost 7-8 minutes, then Oliver sucked Mom’s boobs and kissed her all over. Then they came in 69 position.

Then Mom was sucking him, and he was licking Mom’s pussy. Then he fucked Mom for another half hour in missionary, cowgirl and doggy style. This time, he released his cum inside Mom’s mouth.

She drank it all without wasting even a single drop. She cleaned his dick by sucking it, then me and Oliver made Mom drink our piss, and Oliver also drank Mom’s piss.

I have already booked another trip abroad for me and Mom, which I will talk about in the next part.

Hi, Madhan here, a passionate erotic writer. Thanks to all my ISS readers for the likes and valuable comments. Looking to connect with Pleasure-seeking girls/ladies/couples. Reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed.

This story will be narrated from the standpoint of Anusha.

The next morning of our first anniversary, I woke with my husband’s sticky bare body pressed onto me. He slept snoring with his arm tightly hugging my huge bare boobs. I detached myself from him. I watch my bare, milky body reflection in the mirror.

I touch the sides of my heavy boobs and rub my nipples. Fuck No! Guilt occupied my head, thinking of our lovely anniversary day. The guilt of imagining the bully on the road while my loving husband fingered my pussy for my pleasure.

I hurry into the washroom and pour cold water, washing away the unfaithful thoughts. I was working in the kitchen with my memories, jogging at yesterday’s event. My hubby hugs me, bidding bye to the office. He kisses my ear, “Bye, baby.”

I smile and walk with him to wave bye from the balcony as he happily drives to the office. Consciously, I decided never to see the bully stranger again in my life. But I didn’t know at that moment that my subconscious dreamed and wanted to be banged by the bully stranger.

It’s been around 15 days. I was in a lingerie shop buying bras and panties with my husband. I recognized it—the sound of the loud laugh and the manly tone. My hubby, too, seems to recognize it as his facial muscles tighten and become tense. I act normal.

My husband suddenly shows a hurry and bills the lingerie with a slightly shaky hand. I self-checked myself on how I looked. I wore a normal red salwar kameez that day. The moment I stepped outside, my stubborn eyes craved to see the bully man.

It was a small tea stall. To my husband’s happiness and my heartache, the bully stranger stood with his back to us, talking with two people. I secretly started wishing for the bully stranger to notice me. He was loud, and his tone was very manly.

My husband had to take a U-turn. I knew our bike would go in the field of vision of the bully man. But to my surprise, my hubby drives straight, taking a long route. Fuck I felt too restless as my hubby drove the bike away from the bully stranger.

Around 200m from the shop losing my self-conscious, I lied to my husband that I had left my mobile in the shop. But it was safely tucked and hidden inside the bag of lingerie. My hubby angrily turned his bike to the shop. I knew he couldn’t express his fear of returning to the store.

I made him wait near the bike. I took slow steps all the way, staring at the bully stranger, praying for him to turn around. Like an invisible force, he turns around and notices me. There was a quick eye contact. He smiles. Fuck! A lusty smile. I rush into the store and return quickly to be seated on my hubby’s bike.

I was thrilled by making the bully stranger ogle me continuously as our bike drove away. After a week, I faced the bully stranger in a vegetable stall. Unfortunately, the bully man was with his wife, and I was with my husband. My hubby escaped making direct eye contact with this man.

He was scared to shit. My hubby rushed me again to buy things faster. I never believed it happened, and I did that. Secretive messages were flowing between me and the bully man. For example, I signalled ‘No’ and looked at my husband. Indicating to the stranger, ‘Do not scare and bully my husband.’

His smile is very destructive. He sneaks a piece of paper into my vegetable basket with his number. I quickly hid the piece of paper before my husband or his wife got any clue. On returning home, I saved his number with a girl’s name and quickly looked for his profile picture.

There was none since he had not saved my number. All night, I controlled from texting/calling the bully a stranger. The next day, when my husband left for work, and father-in-law went to roam around with his friends. I lost control and rang his number.

My hands were shaking nervously. “Hello,” No words came out of my mouth, and I disconnected the call. The next was he had shared a location on WhatsApp with a text, ‘Tonight at 11 PM.’ I checked the location it was three streets away from my place.

I immediately blocked his number. I scolded myself for starting a conversation and trying to get fucked by him. How could he give his house address when his wife would be around? What does he think of me?

Guys beg and go wild for a small text from a woman. But here he was, daringly sending the location and time. I blocked him on WhatsApp, but he sent a text message. ‘If you are not coming today, it’s over. I will never see you again. I will never fuck you.’

My nipples hardened by reading his text. My body shivered, and I got frightened. How can he imagine things? I was disturbed not by his daring message but by thinking, ‘Will he not see me again? Will he not fuck me?’ Fuck! Why the hell should he fuck me?

“Today is your last chance,” was the last message. Consciously, I knew I would not be going. But unconsciously, I was preparing myself to go and get fucked. I did the following things unconsciously.

In the evening, I walk to the said location. I noticed it was a duplex home with a roof, garden and stairs at the front. I observe the white bullet. I bathed late in the evening with a head bath. I searched for a nicer salwar kameez. I wore the new lingerie my hubby bought the day I saw the bully for the second time.

My bra cups pushed my boobs firm and round. My pussy had slight poking hair growth. The unconscious took over the conscious as I stepped outside with no dupatta to get banged by a man who bullied my loving husband in public. The time was half past twelve.

Before stepping out of my home, I unblocked the bully stranger and rang his number. On the last ring, he answers and orders, “Come soon, I am waiting,” How could he know I would go? I was very scared and thrilled at the same time. My pussy lips were joyous eager to be fucked by the stranger.

I took slow, measured steps into his street. The front gate of his house was open. My eyes climb up all the way and notice the rugged man in his banyan watching me down from the rooftop garden. He shakes his head, signalling me to climb the stairs to the roof.

In the cold of the night, my body shivered. My forehead, body, and underarms were wet with sweat. I had kept the anklet at the house to avoid its sound. I climbed the stairs to reach the garden, which had a roof and a big swing chair for sitting.

The moment I stepped on the roof, the rough hands grabbed my elbow and pulled me into him. “How long have I been waiting for you? Fuck, how hot you are.” Without wasting time, his lips were all over my face. His lips flooded with kisses on my forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and all around my face.

I was breathless. Ignoring my lips, his lips were all over my face. I let out a moan of pleasure when his lips caught my ear, especially the part where we pin the earrings. Both hands were over my hefty boobs over the salwar kameez. His hands were massaging my huge boobs with slow presses.

He pushed me to one of the poles of the garden and grabbed my chin, moving his hands, which were massaging my boobs. Lifting my face, he hushes, “Look at me. I was dreaming to fuck you from that day.” I couldn’t dare to look him in the eye. I kept my eyes tightly shut.

He locks his lips and sucks my lips. I did not respond to his kiss as he tried to push his tongue into my mouth. He moved one of his hands from my chin. I placed it over my pussy, and started to rub my pussy over the pants. My lips still did not respond to his wild kiss.

He pulls the knot off my pants and inserts his hand into my pants. His rough fingers reached inside of my panty to the pussy. The moment his fingers rub my pussy lips, I get wilder and respond by sucking his lips and taking his tongue and sucking his tongue.

His slow massage of my pussy lips turns rasher. He rubbed my pussy wildly and pushed his finger inside my pussy. First, one finger, then two fingers, and he started twisting his fingers inside my pussy. I broke the kiss to let out the moan.

He shut my mouth with his other hand, “Shhhhh,” He pulled my pants along with my panty low. He signalled again, “Shhhhhh, control,” he swung, positioning me into a doggy position with my hands resting on the railings of the rooftop garden.

He widened my thighs wide apart and spanked my white ass cheek hard. He continued to rub my drenched pussy rigorously and pushed three fingers into my pussy. I breathed hard, and my pussy orgasms for the first time. He did not stop. His fingers continued to fuck me, with my juices drenching his hands.

Rubbing his huge nervy cock from his lungi. Pulling my hair, he pushes his cock raw with no condoms. Damn, my pussy never took such a huge cock before. His dick was thicker and longer than my hubby’s. I let out, “Ahh.” He shushed me again.

With my pony hair tightly in his grasp, he continued to bang me with huge thrusts. His thrusts were hard and quick. My pussy leaked for the second time in no time. Grabbing the cup of the ass cheek, he pushes again, “What an ass, Oh baby,”

He quickly turned me around. He made me remove my kameez. He grabbed my boobs, “Damn, they are so raw and yummy,” he mouths and sucks my boobs like a baby. This was his third bang when he took me on top of him and squeezed my boobs hard and painful.

He sucked my boobs and nipples thoroughly. As he had commented, he did bang me wild like never before. Like my hubby never would be, and until my pussy was sore with pain. The moment his dick loses girth, he would push me to suck, and his cock would grow in size for the next round.

Did he take any tablets? He fucked me till 2 in the morning. My boobs had his hand marks. My neck had his love bites. My ass was red from the marks of his spanks. My mouth still tastes his cock and lips. It was really a big mistake, a devastating mistake.

But because of the pleasure he gave me, I accepted the mistake and was happy to have done it. I never met that man afterwards. Even though I came face to face with him many times, I controlled him, and he never forced me afterwards.

Did he read me so well that he knew I would return to him one day?

The story ends here. Thank you, all ISS readers.

The story is continued from part 6. Given the size of the story, I am breaking this up again into two parts. Hope to have your patience to read Parts 6 and 7 in unison.

The email continued:-

I was a bit surprised and looked at him. Our lips were just centimeters away. Then I moved closer to his lips and so did he. We kissed for the first time, and looking into my eyes he said he knew. I asked him in a low voice as to what he knew.

He started sliding his hand downwards from my back to my waist. He must have felt the elastic holding my shorts over my ass. Then he got hold of the elastic and slid his head further down reaching my ass crack. Exploring through the contours of the ass crack, he reached my folded cunt lips passing through my butthole.

The moment his fingers found my cunt hole, he stuck a little of his finger and pulled me even closer. We were continuously looking at each other and he kissed my lips. This time, it was more than just a peck. He was sucking my lips, biting the lips one by one simultaneously poking his finger in and out of my hole.

Then he broke the kiss but didn’t remove his finger from my cunt. His hand was wide enough to hold both parts of my ass yet managed to push his fingers too in the process. He told me, “Beta, I know it was you who sucked my dick last two times and by the looks of it, you seem to be getting better every time”.

He continued, “I am sorry beta, but more than fucking your friend every weekend, I started waiting for you to suck me. I felt more joy seeing you going down on me than fucking your friend”.

This time, I kissed him fully chewing his lips, and put my arms around his neck climbing my right knee on his thighs to give him better access to my hole.

Having my knee on his thigh spread my ass even more. Now he could freely push his finger up to his knuckles. Every time his finger hit the deepest part of my pussy, I would squirm and kiss him even harder. With his other hand, he started squeezing my boobs one at a time. It was getting wild between us.

He adjusted himself, lowered his shorts, removed my tee and shorts, and sat on the chair. Then he lifted me and made me sit over his crotch. We both were naked and horny. We were not talking anymore. Occasionally our eyes would meet. I could feel his hard dick on my pussy. Then he made me lean over the bar counter and held both my boobs with his hands together. He made me feel wanted and loved again. He would rub his palm from my neck to my boobs, sometimes squeezing them, and sometimes pinching my nipples.

My body would automatically react to his touches and I would move my ass even harder rubbing my pussy on his dick. I was sure this made his dick all wet. The taboo of sitting on my father’s dick and he mauling my boobs would send shivers. I started cumming after many days and the joy was immense.

My trembling may have triggered his orgasm too as he started shooting his cum too. The force of his cum was so immense that some of the shots landed on my boobs and neck.

The orgasm was intense for both of us, our hearts were thumping. Then he fell on my chest breathing heavily. Both of us were sweating profusely.

Even though he just shot his load, his dick was still hard. My cum drenched his pubes and some were trickling down on his balls. After catching our breath, he lifted me hugging me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to the bedroom.

I was feeling like a baby being held in his arms. His one hand was supporting my back and the other holding my ass to ensure I didn’t fall. I remember how my father used to carry me when I was a small child. But today, it was different. I wasn’t a baby anymore. I was a grown adult yet he carried me with the same love and affection. The only difference between them and now was that today, we were not only a father-daughter pair, but a man and woman. Our naked skin was rubbing against each other.

While moving to the room, he ensured to hold me securely by my ass but was sure to keep his finger in my hole.

We reached the bedroom and he slowly put me in bed. We detached from each other. I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs hanging down the bed. When we were fully detached, I was sitting upright and he was standing close in front of me.

Then I raised my head to see his semi-erect dick right near my face. His dick was inches away from my face, but I could still smell his dick. There was a string of liquid cum between his head ending on his thighs.

He was constantly looking at me. I looked at him once and then extended my hand to hold his penis.

Then he moved back a step, maybe thinking it was too wrong, but we both knew we had already crossed the line. I held his penis and dragged him closer. I told him how badly I wanted to suck his dick, taste his cum.

Then I stroked it a couple of times and opened my mouth and put his dick head inside my mouth. I took some time to rotate my tongue around it just to feel what I had been craving for all these weeks. Then I gave a deep suck just on his dick head pee hole trying to extract the remaining cum. This made him hold my head and his dick gained full size.

He innocently asked me, “Beta, are you sure you want to do this?” I looked at him and told him, “Yes papa, I want this, I missed you so much these weeks, please don’t stop me tonight.”

Saying this, I opened my mouth fully and tried to take the whole length. His penis was touching my throat and my lips engulfed till his roots. I kept doing this 5-6 times before he stopped me, “Beta, stop, else I will release again which I don’t want to.” Then I left his dick and dragged myself a bit more on the bed.

I kept my legs on the edge having my knees folded. Then I spread my legs to show my father my treasure. He kept looking at my pink folds. I was still a virgin so my hole was not that evident. It was just hiding behind my cunt lips.

Then he lowered himself next to my cunt and smelled it in full. He was holding my thighs and started licking the full length of my cunt folds. He flicked my clit a couple of times sending shivers. I held his hair pulling him more towards my cunt. He kept sucking me till I started screaming.

He said, “Beta, I never knew your cunt would taste so great. If I had known, I would have eaten you every morning and night after you became an adult.”

I told him, “Papa, I love you. I want to give you myself and my virginity for everything that you did for me after mom passed away. As a daughter, I couldn’t really do anything for you. I hope my virginity will make up for some of it.”

He said, “Beta, I love you and you don’t have to do this. I will always love you and I don’t want you to feel burdened. You have been an amazing child.” I cut him short, “No papa, I want this, I want you to be the one, to make me a woman.”

Rahul, you must be thinking how do I remember so much in detail? But tell you the truth, no woman would forget the moments when they lost their virginity.

He looked at me with so much affection. We were naked, but the way he looked at me as if I was just born. Then he left the room which surprised me. I thought he might have felt guilty. But I was wrong. He was back with his dangling erect dick. He however was holding a packet, I understood he went to get a condom. Then he stood next to my leg and started tearing the packet. He pulled the latex out of his cover and was about to roll it over his penis, but I stopped him.

I told him, “Papa, I want to feel you inside me without the latex. I want to feel the moment you enter me.” He interrupted, “But Beta, what if you get pregnant?”

I told him, “It’s ok papa, we will figure something out later, but for tonight, please papa, fuck me without a condom.”

He was more than happy. Then he threw away the condom and held his dick. He started rubbing his dick head on my slit. Then he leaned on me and kissed me. He was trying to enter me. But I believe my hole was too small to find. Finally, he gave a push and his dick head entered me tearing my hymen.

I cried on top of my voice due to the pain. Tears rolled from my eyes, our heartbeats were racing. I was happy, excited, and horny. He got hold of me, pulled his dick head out for the blood to release, then again pushed it inside. This time he was fully inside.

I felt like a hot metal just pierced through my body. I was panting and so was he. He started stroking slowly initially. This made my vagina loosen up a bit. Now it started lubricating itself and I could feel his dick moving in and out quite comfortably. The friction sent me to the edge and I cummed again.

He continued to thump me increasing his pace. He split my thighs wide and started pumping his 8-inch in and out like a piston. Then he stopped and tried turning my legs. I understood what he wanted. I filled the lead and turned my ass towards him. He pulled me by my waist and I was on all fours now. Then he held his dick and entered me again. He held my love handles and started fucking me in doggy.

I was enjoying sex to its core. His excitement was unparalleled as he started spanking my ass. My 34″ white ass then, was getting spanked hard turning it all red. It made me squirm and started moaning and saying, “Yes papa, yes, fuck me hard papa, spank my ass. You own me, tear my pussy papa, tear it apart.” He kept fucking me hard and even tried to stick a finger in my asshole which made me more wild.

He turned me again into a missionary, maybe he wanted to see me moan. Then he started thrusting even harder.

He kept going on and on for fifteen minutes before announcing that he was going to cum. He was about to withdraw, but I held his arms and told him, “Papa, please don’t remove, fill my pussy papa. I want to feel your cum deep inside me. Do not deprive me of this experience papa.”

He needed no more motivation. He increased his speed and dug his dick deep inside my vagina till his roots before shooting his cum.

Rahul, I will never forget that night, especially that moment. Even though my pussy was sore, I could still feel his dick pulsating inside my cunt every time his dick twitched while releasing his cum. He was over me and breathing heavily, and may have shot 6-8 times as much as I could feel heaviness in my tummy. He was still hard inside me and kept kissing me.

We didn’t realize when we fell asleep, his dick was just outside my cunt. I could see a big patch on the bedsheet mixed with our cum and my blood.

Then I slept back and tried to remember the events which led to all this. I was just 22, no one ever touched me. I could have got any men I wished for. But I chose my father to be the One. I felt ashamed yet happy given no one would love me more than my father ever. He was lying naked next to me and he was looking so serene, so beautiful.

Then I kissed his forehead. I wasn’t really worried if I got pregnant, I was ready for the consequences. I was ready to even bear his child, I was in love with him. It wasn’t just lust between us but a feeling that united us. It was a taboo for the society. But for me, it was his love and care that gave me the strength to break all barriers.

His dick reacted to my kiss which triggered his morning erection. I sucked his penis to my heart’s content and rode him again until he emptied his morning seed. For the next couple of days, we fucked like sex-hungry lovers. My dad relieved our maids for those two days so no one could disturb us.

We fucked like nymphomaniacs in every part of the house. Who would imagine we were father-daughter lovers? I made sure he emptied his seed either in my pussy or in my mouth. He tried to stop me many times, “Beta, if you keep making me fill your womb with my seed, you will definitely bear my child,”

I told him, “Don’t worry Papa, let me breed for you and get you a son maybe. He will be the evidence of our love like I am of you and mom.”

And guess what, I missed my periods for the month. I was 22 when I first got pregnant with my father’s baby. Will tell you more about it maybe next time.

Well, Rahul, I don’t expect you to understand everything. Even though you may decide to stop speaking to me. But I love my dad and I will always be his daughter slut.

Time to go, boarding announced, will call you later- miss me, miss your slutty best friend until we speak.”

Well, the email was quite long and intense for me and I am sure she must have drenched her seat as well while typing this email too. I wondered how she managed to write such a long email. But I guess even she didn’t realize that her mail was like a novel in itself.

My beloved readers, keep sending your feedback, these mean a lot and help motivate me to share her story. Thank you all.

This is Rahul Roy, your very own investment banker from London currently put up in Stratford E20. Feel free to leave me a note at [email protected]

Signing off for now.

As planned, I arrived home on Saturday morning. As I walked in, my mom’s eyes widened in a delightful mix of surprise. Later, there was a bit of conversation as I asked for coffee, my mom said warmly. “Go and refresh yourself first.”

As I got into the shower, my mind swirled with thoughts on how to meet him. Earlier, planning felt easy, like slicing through butter. Now, it’s as tough as cutting stone with the same knife.

At 5 p.m. that day, he came to my house and seemed surprised to see me there. He was there to fix my dad’s laptop, which had viruses. He’s really good at fixing computers.

After inspecting the laptop, he told my dad, “Looks like a serious virus infected.”

He mentioned that he had a few small tasks to finish and would return soon. My dad agreed, understanding that fixing the laptop’s virus would take more time, as my dad also needed the data from the laptop. He arrived late, explaining that his previous job had taken longer than planned.

After dinner, around 9 p.m., he started fixing my dad’s laptop. He mentioned needing a UPS during the virus removal in case the laptop battery dies. Only my room on the top floor had a UPS, as it was installed there while I was studying for my board exams.

They both went to my room, and my dad told me to sleep with my mother. My thoughts were, What fuck is happening? Waste of coming here this weekend. Better I could have enjoyed myself with Meera. Then, my dad came down, and I was on the couch watching TV.

Dad told me, “Look, I have a bad headache, so I’m going to sleep and if I wake up also, I won’t be able to cross-check my presentation tomorrow morning. Better you keep an eye on him.”

More than a neighbour, he was a tutor during my exams. Dad trusted him a lot but feared he might gain unauthorised access to his laptop document. So, he believed one should be there.

I was surprised and hid my expression, pretending to be sleepy.

My dad continued, “You don’t sleep like you do when you study.”

I was just nodding my head.

He continued, “Go and get me my table for headache.”, he said in his usual commanding voice.

Now, the naughty of me played; instead of a headache pill, I gave him the sleeping pill, which my dad used to take occasionally. He didn’t notice it and had. My mother fears the dark and won’t come out alone at night.

I went upstairs and stood behind him. He was straddled on the roller chair, laptop on the computer table, and I playfully shook his chair, breaking his focus, and inquired about the progress of the virus removal.

He said, “I’ve been running some scans, trying to figure out how to handle it.”

I asked, “Means?”

He replied, “This virus… it’s different. It’s not just something one can get rid of with a quick fix.”

I asked him, “So, it’s not Possible?.”

He said, “I think the only way to deal with it is to let it run its course.”

I asked in shock, “So you’re saying just let it spread? Dad said he needed all his data safe.”

He said, “I have to understand it completely, see what it’s truly capable of. Don’t worry. Data will always be safe with my solution.”

I was more worried about two things: Will he accept? and about my dad’s laptop data. My dad is the devil in a bad mood. I said to him, “That’s risky. Are you sure… you can handle it?”

He replied, “I want to dive deep and explore every part of it. Only then can I truly know how to manage it.”

I don’t-didn’t understand what he was talking about. Then I kept my hands on his shoulder and did a massage to know his reaction.

He responded, “Continue, it’s great”.

As I continued the massage, a wave of suspense washed over me. Was he just being polite, or did he truly not want this interaction with me?

Despite my growing frustration, I decided to push through and continue the massage. When he stretched his arm, I took it as a sign to massage his hands as well.

With tension, My hands worked on his shoulders.

I moved my hands slowly, deliberately, trailing them down his chest. My fingers slipped under his T-shirt. I felt the shiver that ran through him, and a thrill shot through me in response.

As he began to react, I leaned in, bringing my mouth close to his ear. I exhaled softly, my breath mingling with the faint scent of his cologne. He tilted his head slightly.

“Hey, What you do,” he said, his tone deep and sensual.

I said, “Shhh.”

I continued, letting my hands explore further. I slid them around to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palms. His breathing quickened, and I matched my movements to its rhythm, slow and teasing.

I saw him in the laptop screen reflection, his eyes closed, a soft smile curving his lips. I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck and gave a playful nibble on his ear. He sighed again.

I stood and turned the chair to face me. Keeping one hand firmly on his chest over his T-shirt, I leaned in, letting my breath wash over his face. Without breaking the connection, I swiftly pulled his T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He was stunned to see my action.

He looked at me, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of delight. “Hey….. I didn’t….. from you.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re responsible for this,” I replied playfully.

He looked puzzled for a moment, then asked, “I was responsible?”

Without a word, I pulled my top over my head and cast it aside. Now I stood before with my bra. His eyes followed every movement as I made a movement that I knew to be sexy.

“What if your parents come?” he asked.

I looked at him. “So, you like it?” I asked, a teasing note in my voice.

He stared at me, struggling to find the right words. “No,” he started, shaking his head, “no… not like…..”

I saw through his hesitation; with a mischievous smile, I slowly unclasped my bra, letting it disappear. His eyes were drawn to my chest, his breath catching in his throat.

His eyes were locked onto my bare chest, and I could see the mixture of surprise and desire in his gaze. Without hesitation, I moved closer, gently cradling his face and guiding it between my bosom. I felt his warm breath against my skin as I held his head closer.

He seemed to be in a trance, his hands finding their way to my waist, holding me steady. I felt his breath hitch, a sign of his deepening arousal.

“Do you like it?” I whispered.

His response was a soft murmur against my skin. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “I like it a lot.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of satisfaction. “Good,” I said, threading my fingers through his hair and holding him close. Then just enjoy it.”

He let out a contented sigh, his hands sliding up my back, pulling me closer. For a while, we stayed like that.

I pulled back slightly and asked him. “Is it enough just to smell my bosom?” I teased, a playful smile on my lips.

He seemed to gather himself, his voice worshipful as he spoke. “I’ve never seen such a pair of big roses in full bloom,”

I raised an eyebrow, my smile widening. “So, you’ve seen many, have you?”

He stammered, clearly caught off guard. “No, I mean, I haven’t… I just…”

I cut him off, placing a finger on his lips. “Whatever,” I said, my voice softening. “I want to experience you.”

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with surprise. I nodded, leaning in closer. “So, let’s not waste any more time.”

He glanced toward the open door. “The doors are open,” he murmured.

I shook my head, my voice steady. “No one will come.”

He then asked, “Your dad’s laptop.”

I said, “Do it later first fix me.”

He rose from the chair, his movements deliberate. He moved towards me with a determined gaze that made my heart race. I found myself backing up slowly until my back met the cool surface of the wall.

He took my hands gently and pressed them against the wall. His palms pinned my wrists, holding me in place. His face was inches from mine, and then he leaned in, kissing my lips. It was soft at first, tentative, but quickly deepened, filled with hunger.

His kiss was hard, stealing my breath and making my heart race.

Later, he parted, and his hand moved gently to rest on my bosom. He whispered, “Soft as rose petals.”

I couldn’t help but tease him a little. “Haven’t touched any rose petals like this?”

A smile played on his lips as he traced his fingers along my skin. “Feel like they just blossomed for me.”

His words, which should have been used before with others, too. I could sense his true intention—to make love to me in his tender way.

His lips brushed against my nipples, and he murmured, “Thorns that don’t hurt.”

I couldn’t resist responding with a naughty smile, “Mmm, maybe you haven’t found the right thorns yet.”

He chuckled softly against it, his hands and lips exploring.

He hugged me tightly, and I embraced him just as firmly, feeling his lips travel across my shoulders and neck and finally to my lips. I turned him around and pushed him against the wall, kissing his chest before our lips met again in a passionate kiss.

He started to kiss me on my neck, and I mirrored his actions, our breaths mingling in a heated exchange. After a few moments, I pushed him against the wall with more force and stepped back slightly.

“I’m not comfortable…” I said.

He looked into my eyes, worried about mixing in his gaze.

“…By standing,” I continued, taking his hand and leading him to my bedroom.

I lay on the bed. With a playful smile, I signed him to come to me, curling my fingers in a beckoning gesture.

I pulled him onto the bed, and we lay side by side, cuddling and kissing.

I asked him softly, “What do you think of me?”

Instead of answering with words, he kissed my lips tenderly.

Looking into his eyes, I whispered, “I want to be on top.”

He nodded; I stood on the bed and untied the knot of my pants, pushing them off. His eyes never left me as I moved my legs to straddle him.

I stood above him and said, “Remove my panties.” He did so.

Then, I continued to unbutton his pants as I reached the final hook.

“Wait,” he said softly. “Put your hand in your right pocket.”

I slid my hand into his pocket and felt the small, square-shaped sachet. I pulled it out, it was a condom and set it aside. With that settled, I removed his pants and briefs, revealing his arousal. It stood before me, vulnerable and ready. His voice was thick with need as he spoke. “Do what you like.”

I stepped closer, feeling the stiff muscles beneath my fingers. I kissed it softly. Then, with tenderness, my hands and lips explored it, responding to his every reaction.

Later, he gently guided me to put the condom on. Slowly, I placed the condom on the tip of his. I rolled it down, recalling the steps I had seen in videos. He let out a soft breath. “You’re doing great,” he encouraged.

Then, I came over to him, my legs straddling his hips as I positioned myself above him. Taking a deep breath, I reached down, guiding it to my entrance. His hands moved to my hips, steadying me as I began to lower myself onto him. This was new to me, something I had only seen but never done before.

He whispered soft encouragement. “Take your time,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine.

I nodded, slowly moving down further, feeling him slide deeper inside me. The stretch was unfamiliar.

I placed my hands on his chest, moving slowly, just like I had seen in the videos. I tried to mimic the rhythm, gradually increasing the speed. Despite my efforts, I couldn’t find the thrill I longed for. My movements felt awkward, more fluid and natural than I had imagined they would be.

I looked down at him, his eyes encouraging, his hands gently guiding my hips.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured. “Just let yourself go. Feel it, don’t think too much.”

I bit my lip, trying to focus on the sensations. “I want to make it good for you.”

“It already is,” he replied, his hands tightening on my hips. “Just keep moving. Let me feel all of you.”

“You feel so good,” I said, my voice trembling with nerves and desire. “So strong.”

“And you feel incredible,” he groaned, his eyes darkening with lust. “I love having you on top, taking control.”

“I just want to make you happy,” I admitted, a blush creeping up my cheeks.

“You do,” he assured me, his voice husky. “Just being with you is everything. Now, show me how much you want it.”

I tried to focus on his pleasure, on the connection between us. Then, something shifted. My movements became more instinctual, driven by the growing fire within me.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained. “You’re amazing.”

My body shuddered with the intensity of it. I had done it, even if it wasn’t exactly as I had imagined. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real.

I looked into his eyes, a hint of playfulness returning to my voice. “Can you drive me now?”

His lips curled into a smile. “Absolutely.”

We shifted positions. He positioned himself, and with a slow, steady movement, he entered me again. This time, the angle felt perfect.

The rhythm he set was perfect. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, our bodies ideally in sync.

“Is this better?” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

“It’s perfect,” I said.

With that, he made a different, more profound movement; I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, my body arching in response.

Then, I bit my lip, trying to hide the sounds threatening to escape as I was at home. I closed my lips tightly. Each movement he made pushed me closer to the edge, my muffled moans vibrating inside my lips.

Seeing me struggling to hide my moans, without a word, he quickened his pace. Each thrust is more intense than the last. The pleasure surged through me, almost unbearable.

I tried to stay quiet, clenching my teeth and pressing my lips together, but the sensations were too powerful. My hands gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I fought to keep the sounds inside.

He whispered, his voice a low, seductive growl. “I want to hear from you.”

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut, but the pleasure was overwhelming. My body trembled, unable to hold back.

“Come on,” he murmured.

I bit my lip hard, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape as he thrust deeper.

“You’re so stubborn,” he whispered.

I shook my head again. He chuckled, his hips moving in a different rhythm, exploring me with a new intensity.

My back arched involuntarily, my body betraying my resolve.

I clenched my teeth, struggling to hold back the sounds of pleasure that were building up inside me. He continued his relentless teasing.

“You can’t hold it forever,” he murmured.”

He smiled, and his thrusts grew more insistent.

I felt myself on the edge, my lips parting slightly as a soft whimper escaped my throat.

“That’s it,” he said. “Let me hear you.”

I closed my eyes, my breath coming in shallow gasps as the pleasure became too much to bear. Despite my best efforts, a low moan finally escaped my lips.

“There it is,” he said, his voice filled with triumph. “Good girl.”

I knew his increased pace would bring him to the edge soon, and as I struggled to muffle my moans, his movements became more intense.

His breath quickened, and I could feel him reaching his peak. Finally, he tensed, his body shuddering as he reached his release. I opened my mouth, letting out a deep, shuddering breath that I’d been holding back, unable to contain it any longer.

Our bodies pressed together. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing. It was my second encounter with a guy, but with a known person with whom I had a crush.

Later, he came from the bathroom. I turned my head slightly to look at him.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

I took a moment, “I feel… amazed,” I said softly.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he came and lay beside me.

“I feel the same,” he murmured, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.

“Every touch, every kiss… a new part…,” he said.

His fingers traced a slow, “You’re more than beautiful,” he said.

“You’re captivating. Every inch, every glance, every touch… it’s like…”

I turned fully to face him, our noses almost touching.

“And you,” I said, my hand resting on his chest. “You push me to feel alive. … it’s like I’m seeing you through your eyes.”

“I’…,” he said softly. “I didn’t expect this from you.”

I said to him, “My dad’s laptop needs fixing. It’s already very late.”

He replied, “It’s just now becoming 1 o’clock; we have more time,” as he traced his fingers on my bosom.

I insisted, “You have to fix the laptop, or he will…”

He then put his finger on my lips and said, “Don’t act.”

Confused, I asked, “What?”

He explained, “It’s a pendrive virus, and You only have the pendrive.”

“Yes, it was me,” I confessed. “I intentionally infected my dad’s laptop. I knew he would call you. But I still wonder why you didn’t fix the virus.”

He then said, “I just knew it had to be you. I fixed the virus when your father came down. I just ran a dummy scan to fool you.”

I asked, “So you knew?”

He replied, “I just had a doubt, and I said those words when you asked me about fixing the virus.”

I said to him, “Now I can relate to what you’re saying.”

He chuckled and said, “You are such a dummy.”

After a while of our naughty talks, He glanced at the clock, his fingers still intertwined with mine.

“I should get going,” he murmured with reluctance.

I nodded, though a part of me wished he could stay.

He sat up, reaching for his clothes scattered across the floor. I watched him dress. Once he was fully clothed, he came with my clothes.

I stood on my feet on the floor and said softly. “I’m glad we had this time together.”

“Say to your dad, I have fixed it,” he said, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “If required, I can come every week for routine check-ups.”

I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Goodbye, naughty,” I teased, leaning up to press a quick kiss. “Good night.”

To be continued.

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Trip to Thailand

I planned another trip just the next day. We returned from our last trip to Goa. My Dad already told me he has to stay 2 more weeks. It was the third week of June. I booked a villa at a nudist resort in Thailand.

After reaching the resort, we were so tired that we went to sleep and woke up in the evening. Then we went to the beach naked. Almost everyone was naked on the beach. Some were wearing shorts and bikinis.

First, we went swimming, then we enjoyed the sunset while having some snacks and came back to our villa. I asked to decorate the bedroom with the best romantic theme.

The room was decorated with dim candle lighting and rose petals. After having dinner, I went to the room and lit up all the candles. I then set up the camera so that we could record our sex. When Mom came to the bedroom, she was shocked. She loved the room decoration.

We started with kissing for 20 minutes, then I kissed her boobs and sucked them. I was squeezing them a lot. After that, I sat on the couch. Mom started sucking my dick and balls. She drank my cum.

Then I licked her pussy for 20 minutes and drank her cum. She was moaning loud and enjoying the feel of my tongue inside her pussy. After that, we both started kissing again.

After a few minutes, Mom came into a doggy position, and I fucked her pussy deep.  Then I fucked her in corkscrew style. After fucking her for half an hour, I released my cum inside her pussy while fucking in missionary style.

After that, Mom again sucked my dick for a few minutes. The second round began in which I fucked in her cowgirl style, and the second position was seashell. Then fucked in lazy boy style. I finally released my cum inside her pussy a second time in snake style.

I was still hard, so I fucked Mom in doggy style again and fucked her for 20 minutes. I again released my cum inside her pussy. After fucking her for three rounds, I licked and cleaned her pussy. Later she sucked my dick before we went to sleep.

The next morning, I edited the video and showed it to Mom. She loved it. I thought I was the one and only who was going to fuck Mom on this trip. But on the fourth day, Dad came to surprise us.

It was morning, and Mom and I were having sex in the hall. But suddenly, Dad came. We were so engrossed in sex that we forgot to lock the door. We did not even notice that Dad was watching us.

I did not notice until I released my cum inside her pussy. After that, when I saw Dad, I was shocked.

Me – Dad, you are here?

Mom – What are you saying? Honey, how are you here?

Dad- Well, I came to surprise you, but here I got a surprise.

Mom – Oh!

Dad – Yes, our son is a great fucker, dear

Mom – There is no doubt about it.

Me – Are you fine with this?

Dad – Of course.

Me – Come, then join us.

I started kissing my Mom, and Dad was kissing her back. I drank her milk and inserted my dick inside her pussy, and she was sucking Dad’s dick.

Me – Dad, fuck her ass now. Let us fuck her both holes.

Mom – Yes, dear, fuck my ass.

Dad – Babe, are you sure?

Me – Yes, Dad fuck her ass now.

We both were fucking Mom’s ass and pussy at the same time. She was moaning loudly. After I finished again and released my cum inside her pussy, I put the video I recorded on TV. Dad released her cum on Mom’s tits. After that, we enjoyed the video.

After that, we went to the beach naked and relaxed there and went swimming. As we were out, I asked to decorate the room again today. So that me, Mom and Dad can have our honeymoon together.

At night, after having dinner and a bath, we went to the bedroom. Mom and Dad started kissing. I was kissing Mom on her back, and then I started licking her pussy, and she was sucking Dad’s dick. After that, Dad started fucking Mom’s ass, and she was sucking my dick.

After I released my cum inside her mouth, without wasting any time, I inserted my dick in her pussy. Now, we were double-penetrating both her holes. Me and Dad released cum on her tits at the same time.

Later, Mom started sucking our dicks, and in no time, we both got hard again. This time, I fucked her ass, and Dad fucked her pussy. I don’t know why, but this time, we fucked her a little hard. She was moaning really loud.

We both released cum inside Mom’s mouth, and she drank it all. After that, she sucked our dicks and cleaned it. Later I licked her pussy in order to clean it.

The next morning, we went to different nudist beaches and enjoyed the whole day. We enjoyed a lot of beautiful views. Then we changed our resort and booked another villa where my Dad’s best friend was staying.

My Dad invited his friend to join us, but only 3 days were left of our trip. My Dad’s friend came while we were having sex. I was fucking Mom’s pussy, and Dad was fucking her ass.

Uncle came and inserted his dick in Mom’s mouth. Just after a few minutes, he released cum inside Mom’s mouth. After Dad released his cum inside her ass, Uncle inserted her dick in her ass and fucked her for 5 minutes.

He was tired of this only. But me and Dad again fucked for another half hour and made her drink our cum and piss too.

After finishing our trip, we came back with happy moments and many memories. It was the best trip of my whole life.

This was the third part. I know this episode sounds a little unbelievable, but it’s true. I have already told my family is open-minded. The story doesn’t end here. I have also fucked my grandma. My grandpa has also fucked my Mom.

I will upload the next part as soon as possible.