Author: admin

Disclaimer: Every character in this story might be a work of fiction. This is an adult story, so please read only if you are 18+.

I am currently a full-time employee of a large corporation. In that corporation, I am a CRM specialist, and I got to do all the stuff. I stay in a 1 BK apartment a little far from the metro city (to save money, of course).

At my home, there is my father, mother, and Jyoti (my sister, we adopted her from my father’s friend as they died in a car accident during her childhood. She was 2 years old at that time). They are all in a village which is 2 days away (train journey time) from my current location.

My father was a farmer, and now, as I am established, I am helping him to make a house of our own, and the work is continuing. My mother is a housewife and Jyoti is studying nursery now.

As you might have guessed, she is the one with whom I had a never-forgotten time. If I have to say, her body shape is perfect. She has 32 DD measurements with fair white skin. Her body shape is like Kat Dennings and her face is like Elizabeth Olsen.

I was busy with my work so I hadn’t gone to the village for 6 months, and she had been going to the hostel to study. She reached home 3 months back. I haven’t seen her for nearly 3 years, and we had lots of conversations on Mobile only. Now she is in our village.

My job requires me to work 5 days a week in the office and 0.5 days work from home. It’s tiring but I have to do the work for money. Hmm, off-topic. Let’s start with the content.

It was Friday evening and I got a call from my father. He said that Jyoti had an entrance exam located in my work city. He wanted me to fetch her and bring her here. Jyoti took the phone from Papa and said –

Jyoti: Hi bro, how are you? Today, I got the exam location. I was telling paa-maa that I could go to your place alone and surprise you, but they said straight no.

Me: Exactly, I am going to fetch you.

Jyoti: Ha!

Father: Ok, come tomorrow and take her to your place.

Me: Ok.

I booked an instant flight. It was at 0:30 am. Then I rushed home and made all the preparations to go there. After a flight, 5 hours of train, and 2 hours of bus travel, I reached the village. There I met with some friends and headed to our house.

I reached the house, and someone closed my eyes from behind, and some soft stuff was pressed on my back.

I said at once: Jyoti!

Then my adopted sister opened and came to the front and hugged me. Her hands were smaller and I was a big guy with a muscular body. So she pressed her body closer to meet her two hands on the back of mine. This was a play we used to play since childhood crushing each other like some wrestlers. Her chest was firmly pressed against my chest and kinda my heartbeat was racing like hell.

Mother: Jyoti, let him rest a little. Come, eat this malayi.

My adopted sister loves all milk-related stuff. Maybe that was why her mammary glands were bigger. I have read one article about how eating milk stuff increases breast size and makes them soft. Although I hadn’t touched her directly, I knew she must be having soft breasts.

She ran and pulled the malayi pot towards her, sitting on a small bed where usually everyone who comes to our house (like, a sofa). I sat beside her after I freshened up and stole her half of malayi and ate it. She became angry and jumped on me playing like a cat. That is what love is all about. We fought for some time on that bed until she got her stamina low. Her dress was a little out of order due to the fight and I saw a glimpse of her cleavage from that.

Then my mother asked her to take a bath and asked me to eat anything.

Me: Let Jyoti come, we will eat together. Give Paa to eat. He might have some work.

So maa served him.

Father: When are you going?

Me: This Monday. I talked to the client, and my manager also approved for work from home. So, I am thinking of going on Monday.

Mother: No, Monday will be your 3rd day, so it will cause harm. You go on Tuesday.

Paa nodded, me too. I was sitting and Jyoti shouted.

Jyoti: Bro, give me the towel; I have forgotten.

Then I stood up and reached her drawer, fetched her towel, and was about to hand it over to her. To my surprise, she opened the bathroom door, only covering her body with a wet towel. Her shapes were perfectly seen although the towel was thick. She stretched her right hand towards me for a towel and I handed it. She smiled and took it. After drying herself, she came out with the towel and saw me.

Jyoti: Haven’t eaten yet?

Me: Waiting for you.

She rushed to the drawer, fetched a white tee shirt, and dressed up. She usually wears a full dress up to her neck (some have buttons on them, so nothing much was revealed).

Then my mother gave us milk, rice, curry, and fry, and we ate with our stomachs full. Father hadn’t left home and asked to make a tatkal ticket on Tuesday. I nodded and he left. After we ate, we went to sleep. Our house was 2 bhk. One was for mother and father, and another for us two.

We slept on the bed. She was a hell sleeper. She never woke up unless you shouted in her ear. I used to be tired of waking her up in the morning. And she had the habit of suckling her thumb while asleep, a bad habit but she couldn’t leave it.

Then I slept by her side. Although I was in the village, it was still a hot day, and I woke up out of hotness (thanks to the sun). But when I woke up, it was heavy. It felt like I was buried underneath something. I opened my eyes and saw my adopted sister’s right hand was on my neck and her two legs were on my thigh. My left hand was only free. She had her whole body on my right hand.

I tried to pull my right hand out. But first I lowered her hand from my neck and got a grasp of breath. Then I pushed her legs off my body sliding her side. When I tried to pull my hand, I felt a strange sensation. My hand was in between my adopted sister’s two boobs. I could feel them as I slid out. It was difficult.

At last, I pulled my hand. But when I saw Jyoti, I was in awe. What the hell! I had pulled up her dress during the process! Now her half-boobs were visible, and even the sweat was making it look so beautiful. She was fair but her boobs were even fairer. I had a sudden urge to masturbate.

So I silently stood up from bed, tip-toed to the door, opened it a little, and gazed outside. No one was there. Then I pulled the door and locked it by the locking cramp. Our room had two windows, but it would be difficult to see what was happening to the bed. So, I thought to keep it open.

Then I came to the bed. Her dress was still like that. I pulled her dress down, but I made it worse. Now her nipples were showing for wet and sweat and cleavage were showing. I couldn’t even understand. Before I knew anything, my hand was on my adopted sister’s boob, touching her nipples. I at once backed off.

I shook her a little on the shoulder, saying, “Jyoti”. She didn’t give any response. I had hard feelings to jerk. Then I slept beside her and put my hand in, pulled my dick out, and started to masturbate. After 2 minutes, I urged to cum. Out of my habit, I mean to right and splash.

Oh no, I remembered I was in a village and I had sprayed on Jyoti! It fell on her shirt and boobs. I was in a panic situation and removed my shirt and started to wipe it. During this, Jyoti sided a little, showing she was about to wake. I left her side and jumped to the front of the window.

Jyoti: Bro, what are you doing there?

I turned towards her and said: It’s too hot here.

She was rubbing her eyes and said: Did you pee? Your pants are wet.

I at once saw and realized some cum was there on my pants.

Me: No, this is sweat.

To avoid other conversations, I went to her, held her hand, and treated her like she was taunting and making fun of me. After some wrestling, Jyoti said –

Jyoti: Now, I am wet. I need to wash.

Me: No, don’t, you will catch a cold. Let’s go out till the electricity is back and change the clothes.

She saw her clothes and it was fully wet.

Jyoti: Oh man, I am completely wet.

She went to the drawer and pulled out one t-shirt and bra and was about to pull her dress up.

Me: Hey-hey wait. I am still here.

Jyoti: So, what? You turn that side. Ok leave it, I will turn and change.

She turned away, pulled her dress up, and put the old bra off and the new one on. Then she turned back. She saw me and was looking annoyed.

Jyoti: You told me not to change in front of you, and you are here showing your nipples.

I realized I had no shirt on. I laughed and told her –

Me: Yeah-yeah, changing! Unfortunately, I don’t have bigger boobs than you.

It slipped out of my tongue. She was about to hit me and I tried to run. But I got caught as she was close to the door. She pressed my chest and told me –

Jyoti: Make this softer, and it will grow (and pinched my nipples).

Me: Ahhh, it hurts (and beat her on the head).

So we went out and enjoyed the breeze under the trees. Farmers had installed sprinklers on the field, so it was really great for the weather. Me and Jyoti met some of my old friends and gossiped a lot. Then we returned home at night. Papa said he got us tickets and I was happy.

The day went by and it was Tuesday. Papa came with us to leave us at the station. I gave some cash to Papa from the ATM, and Jyoti was showing me her hand, begging for some.

Me: I am with you, so why do you need money?

We all laughed, and Papa seated us on the train and went out. Our seat was on a 3rd AC compartment side up and low. We had lots of luggage so we put all luggage in the upper seat and below the seat and sat on the seat below.

Me: We have to adjust here for a night (Jyoti nodded).

It was night. We ordered food on the train and sat there until night. It was in the AC cabin, so it was cold inside.

The rest is in part 2.

So, how was the story? Please let me know in the comment section. I really want it.

Gauri asks Fidah for a quick bathroom visit. She wants to ensure her ass is free of any shit remnants that ‘may have accumulated’ since when Fidah helped her clear it earlier that day.

Fidah says it’s not necessary as it’s highly unlikely. But when an overly conscious Gauri insists, she agrees and asks her to do it herself and come back. Not seeming confident in herself doing it, Gauri says she’d really appreciate Fidah’s assistance to be double sure.

Annoyed, Fidah asks Tariq to assist Gauri this time. Gauri pretends to be hesitant and shy to take Tariq along. But Fidah, being Fidah, calls out Gauris’ bullshit and makes them go.

As they leave, a curious Kishen asks what the process of clearing the asshole would actually be like. Fidah says it’s nothing but shoving/sticking the jet spray up the asshole, filling it with water and ‘flushing’ it out a few times or as much as required—after taking a shit.

“Eeww, so Tariq has to watch Gauri take a shit?” asks Deepak.

“Of course not. Shitting has to be done alone unless Tariq is into that kind of thing. And Gauri has already shat herself a couple of times as I was preparing her for you, I mean, the other person. She is not going to take a shit now. It’s just that she will have Tariq spray water up her ass a few times and see that it’s, you know, clear. I won’t put my son through gross shit like that. I know he would be repulsed.” Fidah explains.

“We would never judge you, aunty,” Kishen says with a flirty intent.

“Nice, keep trying to flatter me, but you won’t get shit, as we agreed.” Fidah teases.

Kishens keeps his hand on his chest and says, “Too fucking bad…All I want is your shit!”

Fidah laughs.

Pointing to the gear knob dildo, Deepak asks. “So, how often do you use this? I didn’t know you had such a brilliant dildo.”

“Nobody knew until now, Deepak. Not even my son. As a sex-starved woman, I used to use it regularly, but not after I started getting your and your father’s dick and your mother’s (Hema’s) lovely actions on my holes and body,” reveals Fidah.

“Can you take the whole thing inside you?” Kishen asks curiously.

With an erotic ‘Ahhh,’ Fidah slides the whole of the bulbous knob up her asshole. She turns around and begins wagging it like a tail.

“Wow, aunty, with that gear shift, you’re certainly you’re changing the gear of my sex drive,” comments Kishen.

“Creative flattery, Kishen, but you’re still not getting any…”

“Why?”

“You know why! You only agreed.”

“But I already told you my mother knows about my sexual side, and she’d be cool with it…” Kishen negotiates.

Patting on Kishen’s shoulder, with the gear knob lever still sticking out of her ass, Fidah teases, “I know, Kishen. I’m just teasing you. In fact, I love the flattery you’re giving me. Let’s see how good you can keep doing it, and maybe I’ll reward you.”

Kishen nods in agreement, taking Fidah’s words both as a challenge and an assurance that he will get action from her. After all, he knows he can very well withstand her teasings. The teasing she’s giving him to give in is nothing compared to the brutal teasings he had to endure from some people in his circle.

Gauri enters the room. She is super blushing and smiling. And so is Tariq. Gauri tells Fidah that her ass was, in-fact, clear of any shitty debris. But “thanks to Tariq’s assistance,” she was able to ensure the same and be confident to face what Fidah had in store for her.

When Fidah asks why they’re blushing so much, both of them try to brush it off. But when she insists, Tariq says, “Nothing much, Ammi. Gauri was unconvinced that her ass was shit-free even after many flushings. So to prove it to her once and for all, I mouthed the water coming out of her asshole.”

Overcome with shyness, Gauri covers her face. Fidah, Deepak and Kishen react with an echoing “Eew,” but their hands involuntarily begin to rub their genitals. Fidah asks Gauri if she’s ready to have her asshole also stretched for the special someone. Gauri nods with excitement.

Fidah removes the knob from her asshole (with another ‘Aahh’) and says she will be back after washing it. Gauri stops her and says that she doesn’t mind not washing it because it was inside ‘Memsab’s ass’. But Kishen, like a hygiene enforcer, urges that the knob be cleaned thoroughly.

He grabs it from Fidah’s hand. Surprising everyone, he proceeds to lick it clean. “How about that for flattering you?” he asks Fidah. Trying to conceal her playful blushing, Fidah responds, “Impressive.”

All of them soon got to work at stretching Gauri’s asshole. They initially have her on all fours (doggy) on the floor and suck Deepak’s dick. Fidah makes Kishen lay his back on the floor facing Gauri’s hanging tits. He begins suckling on them like a calf.

Tariq and Fidah—the mother and son—begin their work on stretching Gauri’s asshole. They begin with the rimming of Gauri’s asshole—taking turns and, a while later, together. To Tariq, it is only in situations like these where his mom wouldn’t mind his tongue touching hers. Gauri’s moans filled the room.

They then start applying oil generously and begin fingering her—one at a time, and in time, together. Gauri shrieks in pain from time to time as the mother-son duo literally attempt to push the boundaries of her asshole. They carefully measure her comfort and increase the sync and intensity of their fingering act.

Immersing herself in the pleasure, Gauri pleads with them not to stop but to continue until she gets used to it. So that she can present her hole to the special someone, their fingering act culminated in both the middle and point fingers of both their hands gripping the inner wall of Gauri’s ass.

They continued to stretch and unstretched it. They get to a point where they try to stretch open the hole, like how one would stretch socks to put their feet in. Fidah signals Deepak to come over. Suddenly, when Gauri least expected it, with a ‘plop’ and a loud shriek, Deepak thrusts the knob into her asshole.

Tears begin to flow from Gauri’s eyes. Hearing Gauri shriek, Kishen gets up from lying on the floor and pleasuring her hanging bosoms. He laughs at seeing the knob disappear into the ass with the lever sticking out. “Can’t Gauri push it out like she’s pushing out shit?” asks Kishen.

“Yes, I guess, but why should she? What’s the fun in that? Let it be there for a while. Let us anally stimulate her as much as she or we would want.” Fidah responds. They make Gauri lie on her back and place a pillow below her butt—a more relaxed posture.

Fidah proceeds to squat on Gauri’s face. Making Gauri lick her bottom line, Fidah leans forward to pinch and stimulate Gauri’s nipples. Kishen watches as Tariq and Deepak, sitting near Gauri’s ass, take turns pleasuring her by moving the ‘lever,’ fingering and licking her pussy and rubbing her clit. As a stroking spectator, he proceeds to sit close to them.

“Ahh, the pleasure-pain is slowing going away, memsab. It’s more pleasurable now. I didn’t imagine it would be this nice when you told me,” Gauri says.

“You two talked sex also…” asks Deepak.

“Of course, everything is sex and beyond. Memsab has become my guide and mentor in life,” says Gauri.

“I didn’t want you to miss out on that surprise pleasurable pain while losing your anal virginity,” Fidah says. “That’s why I asked Deepak to thrust it. Enjoy it lingering. You’re getting used to it. Soon you will be an able anal whore.”

“You seem to be talking from experience, aunty. I’m curious. How did you lose your anal virginity?” Kishen asks Fidah.

“It was totally unpleasant and painful. Back when I was nothing but a shy young bride, Tariq’s father pushed his thing in my ass and ripped my hole.”

“Oh, sorry about that,” replies Kishen.

“Ha, that’s what he also told me, but, unlike you, there was zero concern or empathy. That mother fucker! Glad he’s out of my life!”

“Was he literally, you know, a mother fucker?” asks Kishen.

“Of course not! I was cursing him. But he did eye my mother. Back then, I was disgusted by it.”

“Would you have been ok with it now?” asks Deepak.

“Never, because I know he is not a good man. If he was a decent man, and if I was as open minded as I am now, then maybe I would have been cool with it. Provided, of course, my mother also consented.” Fidah responds.

“If he was a decent man, and assuming his mother, not yours, aunty, also consented. Would you have been ok with him being a literal mother fucker?” asks Kishen.

“The conservative blinded me—who I was back then—would never have been ok with that. But, if my mindset were open the way it is now, I wouldn’t have minded. Again, provided everything is with mutual consent. If he were a nice man, he would have made it known to me also.” Fidah explains.

Satisfied at Fidah’s answer, Kishen looks at Tariq and Deepak with a ‘do-you-now-see-where-I-was-coming-from’ look. (part 18)

Deepak gets suspicious. He asks, “Bro, why are you so concerned about the word mother fucker?”

“What do you mean?” Kishen responds, pretending not to know what Deepak is talking about.

“Earlier also, you got a little hyper, when Karthik said it.”

“Nothing like that, man,” Kishen fumbles. “I was asking because, you see, and don’t mind me, Fidah aunty, I thought you were referring to your ex-husband as mother fucker because he was fucking his mother. I wanted to know if you despise it.”

“Despise what? Mother fucking?” Fidah asks.

“No, I mean, yes. I wanted to know if that’s why you’re not encouraging Tariq’s inclination towards you.”

“Oh, I see. No, I don’t despise mother fucking. And I am not judgmental or angry at my son for wanting to fuck me. I am not encouraging him to make advances to me simply because I don’t see him that way. Just like how Deepak does not encourage his mother to make advances towards him, even though she wants it from him.” Fidah clarifies.

“I, too, lost my anal virginity brutally and unpleasantly,” Tariq recalls looking sad (part 2).

“I feel for you, son. Coming to know about that horrific incident had been like I was being violated,” Fidah sympathies.

“My apologies to you as well, Tariq, on behalf of my horrible mother fucker ex-husband!” Gauri says.

Tariq says, “No need to apologise, Gauri. I know, Ammi. I am glad I was able to come over that dark episode. I’m happy now. Things couldn’t get better.”

“I’m proud of you, son,” Fidah says. “Now, please focus on pleasuring Gauri.”

“Now, Kishen. Don’t go asking Gauri if her ex-husband was also a mother fucker.” Deepak jokes as he rubs Gauri’s clit. They laugh. Thinking about Kishen’s question, Fidah recollects how Kishen had fumbled on Deepak’s comment. Her suspicions grow.

“So, tell me, Kishen. Where are your concerns about mother fucking coming from?” she asks with a detective-like tone. “Are you doing it with Savi?”

“What? No!” Kishen answers, looking annoyed and giving her a “not again” look.

“You seem to get unnecessarily annoyed at that question, too,” Tariq comments.

Kishen is at the loss of words and visibly uneasy. Seeing that, Fidah decides to stop her teasing and probing. “Enough!” she announces. “Let’s not pry on Kishen’s matters. Now, Kishen, the wait is over. Come over and feed me your dick.”

A wide grin filled Kishen’s face. Fidah aunty had finally granted him what he’s been craving for. He gets up and proceeds to plant his feet on either side of Gauri’s abdomen. Squatting—with his butt touching her stomach and face, facing Fidah—he leans over and lowkey forces his lips on Fidah’s.

Surprised, Fidah welcomes his smooch and reciprocates it. Tariq and Deepak claps and cheers. Kishen proceeds to fondle her breasts and stimulate her nipples. She does the same to Gauri, whose face she is squatting on.  For several minutes, the room is filled with sounds of Kishen’s and Fidah’s sloppy kissing.

Gauri’s slurpy licking of Fidah’s bottom. Along with her moans from being anally dildo’ed and pussy rubbed by Tariq and Deepak. Affectionately cupping Kishen’s chin with both her hands, Fidah asks him to stand up as the time has come for her to blow him.

With Kishen’s throbbing normal-sized dick millimetres away from her face, she begins to admire it. She holds it with the tips of her fingers and takes a good look at its length and girth. “That is a fine specimen of yet another cock,” she comments.

Kishen watches her, admirably inspecting his cock. His heart pounds, knowing that at any time now, it would feel the wet warmth of a Muslim woman’s mouth. The first, and probably the last—in his life. He could already feel her breath hitting it.

Just then, he sees Fidah pause. Her facial expressions change to that of a surprise. She asks Gauri to stop licking her and brushes off Gauri’s concerned ‘Why?” with a “Nothing!” Kishen knew something was up. It was as though she saw or realised something and snapped.

“Is everything all right?” he asks.

Fidah looks at him with a blank look and says, “I’m sorry Kishen. I just remembered that the special someone who we’re preparing Gauri for will be here soon, and he doesn’t know that you will be here. I was not expecting you here. So, I am going to have to ask you to leave now to respect his privacy. Really sorry.”

Kishen’s heart sank, even though he could understand her reason. But what hit him was why she didn’t think of it earlier. Why should she have come this far with Kishen and drop it all of a sudden? Tariq and Deepak felt the same.

“Ammi, what nonsense is this? Why is it that you come to think of it only now? Better than this was me not bringing him home. He is hurt.” Tariq defends Kishen.

“I’m terribly sorry. It’s all my fault.”

“You’re lying, Ammi. Something tells me the reason is something else. What is it?”

“Are you still afraid, Fidah aunty, of Mom finding out?” Kishen asks.

“No, I am not, and I cannot explain it now, Kishen. Can you honestly answer if I ask you something? Don’t worry, I won’t ask about who you’re having sex with or anything like that.” Fidah says.

“What is it, aunty?”

“Will you be getting sex today from whoever it is that you’re getting it from? I don’t want to leave you hanging.”

“Yes, yes, I guess,” Kishen says. Thinking about the assurance he gave Savi as he was getting ready to leave the house to meet Tariq, Deep, and Karthk (Part 17).

“Thank God. That makes me a little less guilty for putting you through this and more hopeful,” says Fidah and begins stroking Kishen’s deflated cock.

“Hopeful for what? And why are you stroking me if you’d want me to leave?” asks Kishen.

“I have my reasons, Kishen, and that’s all I can say at the moment,” responds Fidah and makes Kishen, rather half-heartedly, fuck her armpit with his only-somewhat erect dick. There, too, she lets him thrust it between her armpit just a few times without any lubrication. She leaves him hanging and confused.

“What the fuck is this, Ammi? You decide to include him in our circle. Then you ask him to leave. But then you make him fuck your armpit, and that too just a few times. What is going on in your mind?” asks Tariq.

“Listen, boys, I know you are all confused and angry. But please understand that whatever I am doing, I am hoping it will turn out to be for the greater good. I cannot say anything more.” Fidah explains.

Although Kishen found Fidah’s action deeply flawed and out of logic, he respected it and left the house. He sat sadly on the bus towards his house. Kishen wondered what a tease-full day it had been for him. First, his mother teases him with an incomplete blowjob.

Now Fidah aunty is leaving him to be content with just a few thrusts to her armpit. He couldn’t understand why she even made him fuck her armpit after telling him he had to leave. He was even more confused as to why she didn’t think about respecting the privacy of ‘that special someone’ earlier.

Why, only seconds before sucking him, it occurred to her. “Does she have any other motive?” he wondered. “Whatever! No use wondering about it. Fuck it! At least I will get some action from Mom today,” Kishen says to himself. “Or will she also get cold feet like Fidah aunty just did?” he worries.

Kishen had to use his spare key to enter his house as no one was home. He assumed Savi left the house as she’d mentioned on the phone. He felt bad for being a no-show for her. He decided to freshen up, eat, take a nap and be ready for her when she returned.

Just as he undressed and wrapped a towel over his waist, he heard the housebell ring. Rightly guessing that it’s Savi, Kishen decides to give her a pleasant surprise. He tiptoes to her room, slides under her bed and removes his towel and begins stroking his cock—anticipating her arrival to deliver a surprise fuck.

From under the bed, he hears the calling bell go once more. After a minute, he hears Savi opening the main door with her keys. “Kishen, are you here?” he hears Savi calling out. He keeps mum with excitement. He hears her footsteps approaching his room.

“He told me he wouldn’t be here, yet his footwear is outside which made me think he is home. He may have gone out after coming back. Come to my room.” Kishen hears Savi saying.

“Fuck! She’s not alone. Who is she talking to?” Kishen wonders, feeling stuck under the bed now that there was somebody with her.

As they enter the room, Kishen tries to guess who the guest is, looking at the bottom part of their dress that is visible to him. He recognises Savi by the pattern of her Kurti’s fall/lower part. It wasn’t difficult for him to guess who the guest was.

Seeing a fair, chubby pair of feet curtained by the pure white petticoat and saree pleats, Kishen instantly knew that it was none other than Maya Aunty—Karthik’s mom. He recalled Karthik mentioning earlier that day about their meeting.

Maya aunty was the cutest-looking of all mothers. She was fair and chubby, shorty, and deeply traditional. Traits that her always-white widow attire could never conceal. Seeing her, even people who’d never have any hots for her would wish to hug her, not necessarily in a sexually charged way.

She does have wrinkles slowly seeping into her face as she’s getting older. Even as her eyes harboured a widow’s gloom, her smile had always been sweet with a signature dimple. Everyone unanimously agrees she’d never deserved to be widowed, and that, too, too soon.

Karthik’s father was her first and only crush-turned-lover-turned-hubby. Bound by binding faith and traditional outlook, she refused to even think of remarrying. She is determined to raise Karthik and his didi, Shalini, with her tailoring job.

She greatly looks up to her better-educated friends Savi, Fidah, and Hema. Especially Savi, all of whom she had the good fortune to befriend courtesy of her son’s best-friendship with their sons (Kishen, Tariq, and Deepak.)

They always offered her friendship, consolation and guidance to take up the responsibility of raising her children. With no other option but to listen to their conversation, Kishen hopes she leaves soon. Although he knows that’s highly unlikely when women start talking.

Savi proceeds to sit on the bed. Kishen sees her leg and feet from under the bed. He sees Maya aunty grab the chair and sit on it. The same chair he watched his father eat out his mother (Part 15). From his vantage under the bed, he gets to see most of her body—excluding the shoulder above—facing his direction.

“So, how has the last two weeks been?” he hears Savi ask Maya.

“It was hell in the beginning. I couldn’t get my mind off it. I was feeling guilty, ashamed, and angry at myself. I had a hard time not showing anything to Karthik and Shalini,” Maya says.

“And?”

“And nothing…” Maya replies, looking towards the floor. Kishen carefully slides further under the bed, towards the wall, to not risk being seen.

“Did your world come crashing down? Did the Gods you fear and worship bring ill fate upon you?” Savi asks.

“I am still afraid that my karma will come back to me and punish me for what I did someday. That fear comes and goes from time to time. But, like you told me, I am also starting to see how the Gods I so dearly worship could see me as anything but a sinner. I mean, I have not hurt anybody. I am giving my all to hold life together for my children. All I did was involve myself in some harmless pleasuring with you!”

“What?” Kishens eyes widen as he listens in more keenly, stroking his dick.

Maya adds, “There is also another good thing that happened to me.”

“Which is?” Savi asks.

“I told you last time, na, that a lot of dirty thoughts come up in my mind. I go into a cycle of feeling guilty for those thoughts, cursing myself and punishing myself. After you made me cum, those thoughts have reduced, and I feel far less guilty for that. I feel like a heavy load has been lifted off me.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“But I also get horny for more,” Maya says. Kishen senses a little shying in her tone. Savi laughs naughtily and replies, “I can give you as much as you want.”

Maya continues, “I had a dream a few days ago after I had fallen asleep feeling guilty for what I did with you. I saw Karthik’s father coming to me smiling and saying that I did nothing wrong and that he was happy for me.” Kishen hears Maya Aunty’s voice break as she begins tearing up.

“Aww. That’s so sweet,” says Savi. Kishen noticed her voice, too, was breaking. “I’ll tell you what: Close your eyes, Maya, and follow my instructions.”

“Sure, Savi,” Maya says and closes her eyes. Kishen slowly inches closer to the open side of the bed for a better view.

“Loosen your saree, and lift it along with the petticoat, all the way to your waist. I need a good view of your bottom.”

Maya does as instructed. She rolls up her petticoat and saree to the hip level and removes her panty. She leans back, moves her butt towards the cushion’s edge, and spreads her legs, resting them on the chair’s handrest.

Kishen’s eyes get transfixed at her plump thighs and pussy with contrasting but juicy light-brown labia curtaining her slit.

To be continued. Feedback: [email protected].

Mummy mere lund ko kacche ke upar se sehlane lagi. Ab hum dono ke ander ek jaise aag lagi hui thi. Kuch der hum dono bina ruke ek dusre ke honton ko chuste rahe. Fir main alag ho gaya. Mummy ko pakad ke bed par jhuka diya.

Bed par jhukte hi mummy ki moti gaand mere samne aa gayi. Fir main mummy ki gaand ko sehlate hue bola.

Main – Mummy, aap aapne pair bhi upar kar lo. Aur waise hi jhuk jao. Jaise kal raat aap mere upar jhukkar mera lund chus rahe the.

Meri baat sunte hi mummy ne aapne pair upar kar liye. Ab woh mere samne ghodi ban gayi. Ghodi bante hi mummy ki chut aur gaand ka ched khul ke mere samne aa gaye. Mummy ki chut hamesha ki tarah geeli hi padi thi.

Mummy ki chut ka ched dekhkar mann kar raha tha ki abhi aapna lund nikal ke unki chut mein daal du. Magar main koi jaldbaazi nahi karna chahta tha. Kyuki ab to mummy bhi mera khul ke sath de rahi thi. Isiliye maine aapna muh sidha mummy ki gaand ke ched par laga diya.

Ab main khada khada mummy ki gaand ka ched chaatne laga. Aur aapne hath se unki chut sehlane laga. Subha subha chudai ka khel khelne mein alag hi maza aa raha tha. Mummy aaram se jhuki hui thi.

Main kabhi unki gaand ko chaat ta to kabhi unki chut ko. Meri jeebh ne chaat chaat ke mummy ki gaand ke ched ko geela kar diya tha. Jisse mummy ki gaand ka ched chikna ho gaya tha. Ab meri jeebh thodi thodi unki gaand ke ander ja rahi thi.

Mummy tej tej saanse lete hue ummm mmmm aaahhh kiye ja rahi thi. Mummy ki gaand ko aapni jeebh se chodte hue main mummy ki chut ko ragde ja raha tha. Jisse unko aur bhi jadayda maza aa raha tha.

Kuch der mummy ki gaand chaatne ke baad maine aapni jeebh mummy ki chut mein daal di. Fir main mummy ki chut mein jeebh daal daal ke unki chut ko chodne laga.

Jhuke jhuke shayad mummy ke ghutno mein dard hone laga tha. Isiliye woh bar bar hil rahi thi. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Mummy, aapke ghutne mein dard ho raha ho. To aap sidhe hoke let jaye.

Meri baat sunte hi mummy palat ke sidhi ho gayi. Fir mummy upar hoke bed par sidhi let gayi. Sidhe let te hi mummy ne khud aapni taange faila li. Aur unki chut fir se khul ke mere samne aa gayi.

Mummy ki chut dekhte hi main bhi bed par chad gaya. Fir bed par chad kar mummy ke upar aa gaya. Mummy ke upar aate hi main fir se mummy ke honton ko chusne laga. Mummy bhi taange failaye mere honton ko chusne lagi.

Mummy ke honton ko chuste hue main aapna hath neeche le gaya. Fir main mummy ki chut sehlane laga. Mere chune aur chaatne se mummy ki chut pani pani ho rahi thi. Main mummy ki chut ko ragde ja raha tha.

Kuch der mummy ke honton ko chusne ke baad main unke dudh ko chusta hua neeche aane laga. Aur jaise hi main mummy ki chut ke pass paucha. Tabhi mummy ne mere sir par hath rakha. Aur mere sir ko aapni chut par daba diya.

Mummy ki is harkat se main samajh gaya ki unka pani nikalne wala hai. Isiliye woh aisa kar rahi hai. Chut par sir dabate hi main mummy ki chut fir se chaatne laga. Mummy ka hath abhi bhi mere sir par tha.

Aur woh mera sir sehlate hue aapni chut par daba rahi thi. Fir maine aapni ungli ander daal di. Mummy ki chut chaat te hue ungli ander bahar karne laga. Mummy ummm mmmm kiye ja rahi thi. Fir kuch der baad aaahhh aahhh karte hue unka pani nikal gaya.

Main mummy ki chut ko abhi bhi chaat raha tha. Aur woh dhere dhere mere baalo ko sehla rahi thi. Chut chaat ke saaf karne ke baad main mummy ke upar aa gaya. Fir se mummy ke honton ko chusne laga.

Mummy meri peeth aur baalo ko sehlate hue mere honton ko chus rahi thi. Kuch der honton ko chusne ke baad main unke bagal mein koni tika ke let gaya. Mummy ke dudh dabate hue bola.

Main – Aacha laga mummy.

Mummy – Hmm hmm bahut aacha laga beta.

Main – Mummy, aaj kitne waqt ke baad aapne subha subha is sukh ka maza liya hai.

Mummy – Kai saalo baad beta.

Main – Kyu mummy? Kya papa ab subha subha kabhi chudai nahi karte hai?

Mummy – Main khud hi nahi karne deti hu beta.

Main – Aisa kyu mummy? Maine to suna hai. Aurto ko subha subha sabse jayada maza aata hai. Abhi aapko dekhkar lag raha tha ki ye baat sach hai.

Mummy – Ha beta ye sach hai ki subha subha ye sab karne mein jayada maza aata hai. Magar maza sirf tab aata hai. Jab karne wala aurat ki puri tasalli kara de. Aur agar woh aurat ko adhure mein chhod de. To sara din kharab ho jata hai.

Aur tere papa to harr bar mujhe adhura hi chhod dete hai. Woh mere pati hai. Isiliye main raat mein unki iccha puri kar deti hu. Magar subha subha main nahi chahti ki unki wajah se mera pura din kharab ho jaye. Magar jab se tu mujhe ye sukh dene laga.

Tab se mujhe bhi har bar aapni tasalli karwana aacha lagne laga hai. Isiliye kal raat tere papa ke karne ke bawjud bhi main tere pass aayi thi. Kyuki hamesha ki tarah kal bhi unhone mujhe adhura chhod diya tha. Fir tune us adhurepan ko pura kar diya.

Main – Mummy, aaj ke baad aapko kabhi bhi adhura nahi rehna padega. Ab se harr subha main aapko aise hi pyaar karunga. Aur aap jab bhi chahoge. Main tab aapko ye sukh dunga.

Mummy – Main janti hu mere bacche. Teri wajah se pehli bar maine aapne dimag ki jagah dil ki baat suni hai. Aur tune hi mere ander ki adhuri aurat ko pura kiya hai. Jo hamesha is sukh ke liye tarasti thi.

Mummy ki baat sunke main fir se unke honton ko chusne laga. Aur unke honton ko chuste hue unki gaand ko dabane laga. Aur is bar mummy ne bhi mere honton ko chuste hue aapna hath mere kacche mein daal diya. Fir woh mere lund ko sehlane lagi.

Fir kuch der honton ko chusne ke baad hum dono alag ho gaye. Magar mummy abhi bhi mera lund sehla rahi thi. Fir main bola.

Main – Mummy, kal raat jis tarah aapne mere lund ka sara pani aapne muh mein le liya tha. Kya aap papa ka bhi pani aise hi muh mein le lete ho?

Mummy – Are nahi nahi beta. Kal maine pehli bar aisa kiya tha. Agar main tera pani muh mein naa leti. To woh sara bister par gir jata. Isiliye maine woh muh mein le liya tha.

Main – Magar mummy muh mein lene ke baad bhi thoda sa pani aapke muh se nikal gaya tha.

Mummy – Ha beta main janti hu. Tera pani bahut jayada nikalta hai. Mera to pura muh bhar gaya tha. Isiliye thoda sa gir gaya tha. Aur thoda to mere ander bhi chala gaya tha.

Main – Mummy, aap sach mein mera pani pe gayi thi.

Mummy – Ha beta pura muh bhara hua tha. Isiliye thoda sa ander chala gaya tha.

Main – Mummy, aapko to bahut bura laga hoga. Mera pani peeke.

Mummy – Nahi beta utna bhi bura nahi laga. Isiliye ander le liya tha.

Main – Mummy, mujhe to aapki chut ke pani ka swaad bahut pasand hai. Isiliye main to use harr bar peeta hu. Aapko mere lund ke pani ka swaad kaisa laga.

Mummy – Beta, thoda sa cream jaisa aur namkeen sa swaad tha. Magar bura nahi tha.

Mummy ki baat sunke main khus ho gaya. Aur mujhe ye jaan kar aacha laga ki mummy ko mere lund ka pani aacha laga tha. Isiliye woh use thoda sa pe gayi thi. Fir main mummy chut sehlane laga. Fir mummy boli.

Mummy – Beta, sade 9 baj gaye hai. Ab to uth ja.

Main – Mummy, aapko chhodke jana ka mann nahi kar raha hai.

Mummy – Beta, main kaha bhagi ja rahi hu. Sara din tere sath hi rahungi.

Main – Mummy, aaj hum dono akele hai. Aaj main sara din aapko pareshan karunga.

Mummy – Woh to main janti hu mere bacche ki aaj sara din tu mujhe pareshan karega. Aur mujhe bhi tera pareshan karna aacha lagta hai.

Mummy ki baat sunke hum dono hasne lage. Fir hum dono bed se uth gaye. Mummy puri nangi khadi hoke mere lund ko dekh rahi thi. Fir main mummy ke pass gaya. Fir se unhe pakad liya.

Mera khada lund kacche ke ander se hi mummy ki chut par lag raha tha. Tabhi mummy ne mera lund kacche ke upar se pakad liya. Fir woh use sehlate hue boli.

Mummy – Beta, tera ye to ek dum pathar ban gaya hai.

Main – Ha mummy aapko dekhte hi khada ho jata hai. Abhi to main aapki chut chaat ke hata hu. Aur upar se aap nangi khadi ho. To iska pathar banna to lazmi hai.

Mummy – Beta, tu kahe to main ise shaant kar du.

Main – Mummy, aaj pure din hum dono nange hi rehne wale hai. Tab aap mera lund aache se shaant karna. Main aaj aapki aache se tasalli karwaunga.

Aapni baat bolte hi main mummy ke honton ko fir chusne laga. Fir kuch der baad hum dono alag ho gaye. Fir mummy ne aapni mexi pehen li. Main fresh hone chala gaya. Fir fresh hoke main mummy ke kamre mein aa gaya.

Fir kuch der baad mummy bhi naha ke peticot mein aa gayi. Mummy ka geela badan bahut hi jayada kamuk lag raha tha. Mummy ko dekhkar main uth ke beth gaya. Mummy ko hi dekhne laga. Mummy bhi mujhe hi dekhe ja rahi thi.

Tabhi main utha aur mummy ke peeche jaake unhe pakad liya. Aur peeche jaate hi mummy ki gardan aur unki peeth par jo pani ki bonde thi. Woh chaatne laga. Tabhi mummy boli.

Mummy – Kya kar raha hai beta? Mujhe abhi pooja karni hai.

Main – Kar lena pooja mummy. Aapke badan par ye pani ki bonde bahut hi aachi lag rahi hai.

Main mummy ki gardan aur peeth dono ko chaat raha tha. Tabhi maine mummy ka hath pakad liya. Jisse woh aapna peticot pakde hue thi. Aur hath pakadte hi mummy ka peticot unke hath se chuth ke neeche gir gaya.

Aur peticot ke neeche girte hi mummy sirf kali v shape wali panty mein aa gayi. Mummy ko panty mein dekhkar mera lund aur jayada tight ho gaya. Tabhi mummy mujhse ek dum se alag ho gayi. Fir woh boli.

Mummy – Beta, ab bas kar. Mujhe pooja bhi karni hai. Tu to jab dekho shuru ho jata hai.

Main – Kya karu mummy? Aap aise bahut kamuk dikh rahe the. Isiliye raha nahi jata hai.

Mummy – Beta, thoda sabar kar le. Main kahi bhaagi thodi ja rahi hu.

Mummy ki baat sunke main bed par beth gaya. Fir mummy ne safed bra nikal ke pehen li. Aur peticot utha ke use aapni nabhi se neeche bandh liya. Aaj mummy wakai bahut kamuk lag rahi thi. Mummy ko dekhkar aisa lag raha tha.

Jaise ki woh koi south ki mallu aunty ho. Fir mummy pooja karne lagi. Aur pooja karke hum dono nasta karne lage. Nasta karne ke baad mummy ghar ke kaam mein lag gayi. Main dukaan ke saman ki list banana laga.

Fir sade 11 baje mummy kaam karke kamre mein aa gayi. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Chalo mummy tayar ho jao. Market chalte hai saman leke aana.

Meri baat sunke mummy ne halke laal rang ki saree pehen li. Mummy ne saree bhi nabhi se neeche bandhi thi. Jo unke upar bahut aachi lag rahi thi. Fir main aur mummy saman lene bajar chale gaye. Pure raste mummy mujhse chipke bethi hui thi.

Aur unke dudh meri peeth par dabe hue the. Fir dukaan pauch ke hum log saman lene lage. Aur dukaan par jo log the. Woh mummy ko hi taade ja rahe the. Aur mujhe ye dekhkar aacha lag raha tha.

Fir jab mummy chudiya dekhne lagi. Tabhi maine dukaan wale ko side mein bulaya. Aur usse jaali wali bra panty ke liye bol diya.

Aur dukaand wale ne mujhe 2 set pack karke mere saman mein daal diya. Fir main aur mummy saman ka thela leke bahar aa gaye. Fir maine mummy ko gol gappe khilaye. Jo ki unhe bahut pasand hai. Fir hum log ghar aa gaye. Hame ghar aate aate sava 1 baj gaye.

Ghar aate hi sabse pehle mummy ne aapni saree nikal di. Aur woh blouse aur peticot mein aa gayi. Fir woh saman dekhne lagi. Main bed par let gaya. Mummy saman nikal nikal ke dekh rahi thi.

Tabhi unki nazar us jaali wali bra panty ke set par gayi. Aur jaise hi mummy ne use khol ke dekha. To woh chock gayi. Aur boli.

Mummy – Beta, ye 2 bra panty kyu le li. Ye wali to hamare dukaan par pehle si hai.

Main – Mummy, ye bra panty unse alag hai. Jo hamari dukaan par hai.

Meri baat sunke mummy bra panty nikal ke dekhne lagi. Aur jaise hi unhone jaali wali bra panty dekhi. To woh chock ke boli.

Mummy – Beta, aaj kal kaisi kaisi bra panty chal rahi hai. Ise pehno ya naa pehno ek hi brabar hai. Ismein sab kuch to dikhta hai.

Main – Mummy, ye bra panty sirf pyaar karne ke liye pehni jati hai. Aurto aur ladkiyon ko is bra panty mein dekhkar. Harr ladka use toot ke pyaar karta hai. Isiliye main bhi ye aapke liye laya hu.

Mummy ye baat sunke chock gayi ki ye bra panty mein unke liye laya tha.

Mummy – Ye kya keh raha hai beta? Ye bra panty tu mere liye laya hai.

Main – Ha mummy aapke liye laya hu. Kyuki main aapko is bra panty mein dekhna chahta hu. Aap is bra panty mein bahut hi kamuk aur sundar lagoge.

Meri baat sunke mummy sharmane lagi. Kyuki woh bhi janti thi ki ye bra panty kyu pehni jati hai.

Main – Mummy, papa ne kabhi aapko aise koi cheej laake nahi di hogi. Kyuki unhe in sab cheejo se koi farak nahi padta hai. Magar main aapse bahut pyaar karta hu. Main chahta hu ki meri mummy sabse jayada sunder dikhe.

Meri baat sunke mummy smile karne lagi. Fir unhone sara saman samet diya. Fir woh hum dono ke liye khana nikal ke le aayi. Fir main aur mummy khana khane lage. Aur khana khane ke baad mummy bartan rakhne chali gayi.

Tab tak maine sare kapde nikal diye. Aur sirf kacche mein let gaya. Fir kuch der baad mummy bhi aa gayi. Aur jo bra panty main unke liye laya tha. Woh use almari mein rakhne lagi.

Magar tabhi main bed se utha. Aur sidha mummy ke pass jaake unhe almari se laga diya. Jaise hi maine mummy ko almari se lagaya. To woh mujhe dekhne lagi. Mummy mujhse kuch keh nahi rahi thi.

Magar meri aankho mein dekhkar unhe saaf saaf pata chal raha tha ki main kya chahta hu. Aur agle hi pal maine aapna muh mummy ke honton mein laga diya. Mummy bhi khadi khadi meri honton ko chusne lagi. Mummy ke honton ko chuste hue unke dudh jor jor se dabane laga. Tabhi mummy boli

Mummy – Aaahh aaram se beta. Aaram se.

Mummy ke dudh dabate hue fir main unki gardan ko aapni jeebh se chaatne laga. Mummy ummm mmmmm karne lagi. Agar aurto ki gardan ko aache se chaata jaye. To woh aur jayada garam ho jati hai. Aur aaj main mummy ko puri tarah se garam karna chahta tha.

Mummy ki gardan ko chaat te hue main unke blouse ke huk kholne laga. Aur kuch der mein sare huk kholne ke baad maine mummy ko palat diya. Aur unke palat te hi maine mummy ka blouse pakda. Aur use peeche kheech ke nikal diya.

Ab mummy sirf bra aur peticot mein mere samne khadi thi. Mummy ki peeth dekhte hi maine aapna muh unki peeth par laga diya. Fir main aapni jeebh unki puri peeth par firane laga. Mummy almari par hath rakhkar khadi hui thi.

Main aapni jeebh kabhi unki peeth par firata to kabhi unki gardan par. Mummy ab garam hone lagi thi. Unki saanse tej tej chalne lagi thi. Tabhi maine mummy ko sidha kiya. Aur bra ke upar se hi unke dudh ko dabate hue chusne laga.

Mummy aapni aankhe band kiye khadi hui thi. Aur woh is pal ka maza le rahi thi. Maine chus chus ke mummy ki bra aage se geeli kar di thi. Aur geeli hone se mummy ke dudh ki ghundiya ubhar ke dikhne lagi thi. Jo mummy ke garam hone se khadi ho gayi thi.

Main bra ke upar se hi mummy ki ghundiyo ko chus raha tha. Aur woh khadi khadi kasmasa rahi thi. Kuch der mummy ke dudh chusne ke baad main unke pet ko chumta hua unki gehri nabhi tak aa gaya. Fir maine aapni puri jeebh mummy ki gehri nabhi mein daal di.

Aur nabhi mein jeebh jaate hi mummy ne ek jor ki aaahhh bhari. Fir main mummy ka pet pakad ke unki nabhi ko jeebh daal daal ke chaatne laga. Aisa lag raha tha. Jaise main aapni jeebh se mummy ki nabhi ko chod raha hu.

Mummy ki nabhi chaat chaat ke maine unka pet geela kar diya tha. Fir maine mummy ki nabhi chaat te hue unke peticot ka nada khol diya. Aur nade ke khulte hi mummy ka peticot neeche gir gaya. Peticot ke neeche girte hi maine aapni jeebh mummy ki nabhi se nikal li. Fir main mummy ko dekhne laga.

Mummy bhi mujhe hi dekh rahi thi. Mummy ko dekhte hue maine aapna muh panty ke upar se hi mummy ki chut par laga diya. Aur muh lagate hi mujhe mummy ki chut ki mehak milne lagi. Main neeche betha betha mummy ki chut ko chaat raha tha.

Mummy khade khade mere sir ko sehla rahi thi. 2-3 bar mummy ki chut ko chaat ke main khada ho gaya. Aur mere khade hote hi mummy ne mujhe khud se chipk liya. Fir hum dono khade khade ek dusre ke honton ko chusne lage.

Mummy ke honton ko chuste hue main unki gaand ko dabane laga. Mummy mere kacche ke ander hath daal ke mere lund ko aage peeche karne lagi. Mummy bra panty mein ek dum qayamat lag rahi thi. Main unki gaand dabate hue honton ko chuse ja raha tha.

Mera lund aage peeche karte karte mummy ne mera lund kacche ke bahar nikal liya. Fir maine aapna kaccha neeche sarka ke nikal diya. Ab main mummy ke samne pura nanga khada tha. Aur woh mere lund ke supade ko aapne hath mein leke masal rahi thi.

Kuch der mummy ke honton ko chusne ke baad maine unki bra ka huk khol diya. Mummy ne aapni bra nikal ke neeche fek di. Bra ke nikalte hi mummy ke bade bade dudh bahar nikal ke latkane lage. Main unhe hatho mein leke masalane laga.

Mummy kabhi aahhh mmmm karti. To kabhi aapne honton ko katne lagi. Mummy ko dekh kar saaf saaf pata chal raha tha ki woh aache se garam ho chuki hai. Kuch der mummy ke dudh ko masalne ke baad maine mummy ke khande pakde.

Aur unhe bed par bitha diya. Bed par bethte hi mummy peeche ki taraf khisak kar let gayi. Mummy ke let hi main bhi bed par aa gaya. Mummy ke pairo ke pass beth gaya. Mummy lete lete mere lund ko hi dekhe ja rahi thi. Jiske supade se precum ki bonde nikal nikal ke tapak rahi thi.

Mummy jis tarah mere lund ko dekh rahi thi. Usse ye saaf saaf pata chal raha tha ki woh mere lund ko aapni chut mein lene ke tadap rahi hai. Bas woh ye baat muh se keh nahi rahi hai. Mummy ke pairo ke pass bethte hi unki jangho ko aapni jeebh se chaatne laga.

Mummy ki jangho ko chaat te hue main unki chaat ke aas pass chaatne laga. Mummy ki chut ki tej mehak meri naak mein ghus rahi thi. Ab main bhi unhe chodne ke liye pagal hua ja raha tha.

Kuch der mummy ki jangho ko chaatne ke baad maine mummy ki panty pakdi. Aur use halke halke nikalne laga. Mummy ki panty nikalte hue main unko dekh raha tha. Aur woh mummy ki aankho mein mera lund lene ki tadap saaf saaf dikh rahi thi.

Fir maine mummy ki panty puri nikal di. Aur panty ke nikalte hi mummy ne aapni taange fir se faila li. Mummy ki taange failte hi unki chut ka chamda fail gaya. Ab mummy ki geeli chut ka ched khul ke mujhe bulane laga.

Mummy bhi aache se janti thi ki ek mard ko kaise tadpaya jata hai. Aaj hum dono hi ek dusre ko tadpa rahe the. Fir main mummy ke upar sa gaya. Mummy ke upar aate hi mera lund mummy ki chut se chipak gaya.

Jaise hi mera lund mummy ki chut par laga. Tabhi mummy ne aankhe band karke ummm ki awaaj nikali. Aur woh aapni aankhe band karke let gayi. Mummy ke aise hi let te hi main unke honton ko chusne laga. Mummy aankhe band karke mera sath dene lagi.

Main aapni kamar halke halke hila raha tha. Jisse mera lund bar bar mummy ki chut par lag raha tha. Fir maine mummy ke honton chhod diye. Magar woh abhi tak aankhe band karke leti hui thi. Aur ye mere liye sabse aacha mouka tha.

Kyuki ab mummy mera lund lene ke liye puri tarah se tayar thi. Fir maine aapni kamar ko halke se thoda peeche kiya. Aur aapne ek hath se aapna lund pakad ke mummy ki chut ke ched par laga diya. Mummy abhi bhi aankhe band kiye hue mere lund ki ragad ka maza le rahi thi.

Fir agle hi pal maine aapna lund mummy ki chut utaar diya. Mummy ki chut pehle se hi pani pani ho rahi thi. Isiliye mera pura lund ek bar mein ander ghus gaya. Aur jaise hi mera lund ander ghusa. Tabhi mummy ke muh se ek lambi si aaahhhhh ki nikli.

Mummy main mummy ke upar leta leta unhe dekhne laga. Mummy ke chere par halke dard bhare aur santushti ke bhav dikh rahe the. Main aapna lund daalke unhe hi dekh raha tha.

“Ma’am, your boarding pass, please?”

The attendant’s voice was a gentle reminder of the bustling world outside the boarding gate. Me Sandhya, a 38-year-old woman, handed the boarding pass to the attendant. I am wearing a saree with all the usual wear, the gold border glinting under the fluorescent lights.

The attendant nodded and returned the pass that read ‘Dubai’ with a stamp. I took a deep breath, my heart racing with excitement. I am returning to Abu Dhabi after a short trip to India. I was looking for an empty seat to wait for the boarding announcement. That’s when I saw her.

Aisha was a teenage girl with a mane of dark hair that fell in soft waves down from her head cover. She wore a typical black colour, Burka. She was seated by the window, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone, her thumbs dancing across it. I felt a peculiar thrill at the sight of her youthful beauty.

“Excuse me,” I said with a warm voice. Aisha looked up, her eyes widening before she offered a shy smile. “Is this seat taken?”

Aisha glanced at the space beside her and shook her head. “No, ma’am,” she replied, her voice as sweet as jaggery. “Please, sit.” I took the seat.

Our conversation began tentatively with the usual travel banter. Why they were going to Dubai, what they hoped to see, the usual complaints about flight delays. But as the minutes ticked by, the air grew thicker with an unspoken tension.

I noticed the way Aisha’s eyes would occasionally flicker towards me, a question lingering in our depths. I felt a sudden urge to reach out and brush the girl’s cheek, to feel the softness of her skin.

“You know,” I began, leaning in slightly, “I’ve been in Dubai for several years. It’s quite the adventure.”

Aisha looked at me, curiosity piqued. “What’s the best thing about it?”

“The best thing,” I said, in a seductive voice, “is that it’s a place where you can be anyone you want to be.”

The air between us crackled with a silent understanding. I felt a thrill of anticipation as I saw the spark of interest in Aisha’s eyes.

“Ma’am,” she said, her voice a little quieter, “what do you mean by that?”

I leaned closer, my breath warm against her ear. “It’s a city of secrets, where you can explore sides of yourself you never knew existed.” My hand rested lightly on her thigh, the fabric of her abaya stretching taut over her skin. “You ever felt like there’s more to life than what you’ve been told?”

Aisha’s eyes searched mine, a hint of nervousness in her gaze. “Sometimes,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Well,” I said, my voice a gentle purr, “today might be the day you find out.”

Aisha’s eyes widened, and she looked around, but the area was mostly empty. Only a few stray travellers dotted the rows of seats.

“Ma’am,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, “I don’t know what you’re—”

“Shh,” I hushed her, placing a finger gently against her lips. “Just listen. I can see something in you, something… curious.”

Aisha’s breath hitched, and she stared at me, her eyes wide and questioning. I removed my hand from her thigh and took hers in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re going to love it in Dubai,” I said, my voice low and inviting. “But only if you’re open to new experiences.”

“Like what?” she asked, her curiosity clear despite the blush creeping up her neck.

“Well,” I began, my eyes dropping to her lap, “have you ever felt… something… when you’re all alone?”

Aisha’s cheeks grew even redder, but she didn’t pull away. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely a murmur.

“Sometimes,” I whispered, “women have needs that they can’t express. Needs that society doesn’t always understand.”

“Ma’am,” she said, her voice a soft tremor, “what are you suggesting?”

“Let’s just say,” I whispered, my eyes locked on hers, “that I can show you some of those experiences.”

As we boarded the plane, most of the seats remained empty, a stroke of luck that sent a thrill down my spine. I directed Aisha to the back of the aircraft, where we found ourselves surrounded by vacant seats.

The cabin crew barely glanced our way as we settled in. The privacy gave me the courage to act on my desires.

“Are you sure about this, Aisha?” I asked, my voice a seductive whisper as I took the seat beside her.

Her eyes searched mine, a storm of emotions swirling within them. “I… I don’t know,” she stuttered, but she didn’t pull away when I placed my hand on her thigh.

“Don’t worry,” I assured her.

The plane’s engines roared to life, and the aircraft began to move, the vibrations adding to the tension in the air. I leaned closer, my hand moving in her abaya, tracing an opening. “Just let go,” I whispered, my breath tickling her ear. “Let me show you something beautiful.”

Aisha’s breath grew ragged, and she looked at me with a mix of fear and longing. “But, ma’am,” she whispered, “what if someone sees?”

“That’s part of the thrill,” I replied, my smile playful and mischievous. “But don’t worry, the seats are empty, no one will see us, even the flight attendants will stop walking around once settled.”

Aisha’s heart raced, and she looked around nervously. But she was also curious, and something about my confidence was reassuring. She nodded, and I took that as my cue.

“Good girl,” I said, my voice a soft purr. “Now, just relax and let me take care of you.”

Aisha’s eyes grew even wider as my hand slipped under the fold of her abaya. She took a sharp intake of breath when my fingers grazed the fabric of her panties.

“Ma’am,” she gasped, her voice a sultry mix of excitement and apprehension.

“Do you like that?” I whispered, my thumb circling the fabric covering her clit.

Aisha’s eyes fluttered closed, and she nodded, her breathing shallow and rapid. “Yes,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper. “But I’ve never… I’m not sure…”

“That’s okay,” I reassured her, my voice a warm caress. “I’ll guide you through it.”

Aisha’s body tensed as my fingers found their way under her panties, the heat from her pussy making me wet with desire. “Ma’am,” she whispered, her voice a needy whine, “I don’t know if this is right.”

“Don’t think about right or wrong,” I murmured, my voice a gentle command. “Just feel.”

Aisha’s eyes searched mine for a moment, and then she nodded, her breath hitching as my fingertips grazed her slick folds. “Ma’am,” she whispered, “I’ve never done this before.”

I was surprised to hear that and got excited to touch the untouched, even by my fingers.

“Don’t worry,” I said, my voice soothing and full of promise. “You’re in good hands.”

Aisha’s eyes searched mine, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in their depths. I knew she was on the edge, torn between the desire to flee and the curiosity that held her in place. I leaned closer, my breath warm against her cheek.

“Trust me,” I whispered, my hand continuing to explore her tender flesh. “This is going to be an experience you’ll never forget.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away as my middle finger slid into her wetness, the sound of her gasp muffled by the rumble of the plane’s engines. “Oh, ma’am,” she breathed, her hips instinctively moving to meet my touch. “It feels… different.”

“Good, different?” I asked, my voice a low purr.

“Ye-yes,” Aisha stuttered, her eyes squeezed shut as I began to pump my finger in and out of her. Her hips rolled with each thrust, her body responding to the sensations I was giving her.

“Good,” I murmured, my thumb now circling her clit. “Just let it happen, Aisha.”

Her eyes flew open, meeting mine with a mix of shock and arousal. “Ma’am, I… I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Believe it, sweet girl,” I murmured, increasing the speed of my finger. “Your body knows what it wants.”

Aisha’s breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling beneath the confines of her abaya. “Ma’am,” she gasped, “What are you doing to me?”

“I’m awakening your desires,” I whispered, my voice a gentle caress. “Your body is made for pleasure, and I’m going to show you just how much.”

Aisha’s eyes searched mine, a mix of confusion and growing arousal. “But, ma’am,” she panted, “what if we get caught?”

“The risk makes it all the more thrilling,” I replied with a wink. “Now, let’s not waste any more time.”

Aisha bit her bottom lip, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and excitement. “What should I do?” she breathed, her voice trembling slightly.

“I want you to go to the washroom,” I instructed, my voice low and steady. “Take off your panties and come back to me.”

Aisha’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t argue. She nodded and stood up, her legs shaky from the excitement. She walked away, her abaya swaying gently, leaving me with the scent of her arousal lingering in the air.

“Don’t take too long,” I called after her, my voice a seductive promise.

Ab aage:-

Arush ji ne mujhe fir message karke bola ki wo kal fir aa rahe the, aur mujhe taiyaar rehne ko kaha.

Doosre din main subha nahane gayi, aur apni chut ke baalon ko saaf kiya, aur waxing karke apni body ko saaf ki. Maine ek red colour ki net wali panty ke sath ek half cup bra pehan li, aur red colour ki saree pehan kar taiyaar hui.

Main aaj poore mood mein thi, ki Arush ji mere hone waale nandoyi se khoob masti karungi. Arush ji sab ke jaane ke baad din mein 10 baje ghar aaye, aur mujhe red saree mein dekh kar dekhte hi reh gaye.

Wo bole: Bhabhi aaj to aap mere sath suhagraat ki taiyaari mein hi lag rahi hai.

Ye kehte hue wo mere paas aaye, aur mere hontho ki red lipstick ko choosne lage. Wo mere lips ko aise choos rahe the, jaise ki kaat ke khaa hi jayenge. Wo mujhe utha kar bedroom mein le gaye, aur main fir bed par baithi unki pant ka hook khol kar pant ke sath underwear ko bhi neeche sarka di.

Unka lund mere muh mein aa laga, aur lund ko main hath mein le kar uspe apni jeebh ferne lagi. Ye dekh kar Arush khush ho gaya aur bola-

Arush: Bhabhi aaj to aap kaafi ache mood mein lag rahi ho.

Lagta hai aaj aap mujhe khush kar hi dogi. Main unke poore lund ko upar se neeche chaatne lagi, aur usme se paseene ki mehak mujhe kaafi mast lag rahi thi. Main unke lund ke upar jhuk kar lund apne muh mein le li, aur choosne lagi. Nandoyi ji ke muh se aaah nikalne lagi, aur wo mere muh mein apne lund ka dhakka lagane lage.

Thodi hi der unhone mere muh mein dhakke lagaye, aur fir mere ek-ek kapde ko kholne lage. Fir bra panty dekh kar bole-

Arush: Bhabhi aap aaj pari se kam nahi lag rahi ho. Aisa lag raha hai aapse hi maine shaadi ki hai.

Unhone mujhe bed par lita kar meri panty kheench kar baahar nikaal di, aur meri clean shave chut dekh kar kaafi khush hue. Wo mere pair choomte hue meri chut mein muh laga kar chaatne lage.

Aahhh unhone meri chut ko apne muh mein le kar jeebh chhed mein daal di. Ab wo jeebh se chut ke daane ko ragadne lage. Uufffff unke aisa karne se meri chut mein se paani behne laga.

Aaaahhhh aur mere hath unke sar mein jaa pahunche. Main apne pair ko unke sar par dabane lagi. Kya mast chut choos rahe the nandoyi ji. Meri to aaahhh nikal gayi.

Wo meri chut ke daane ko jeebh ke beech daba kar kheenchne lage, aur chooste hue ek ungli chut mein daal di. Wo zor-zor se chut mein ungli karne lage, aur mere chut ka rass peete rahe. Fir wo mujhe ulta lita kar meri chut ko chaatne lage, aur chut se hote hue mere chootadon ko kiss karne lage. Wo mere chootad ko hath mein le kar dabate hue bole-

Arush: Aapke chootad kaafi soft aur ubhre hue hai.

Wo apni jeebh se mere chootadon ko chaatne lage. Fir mere dono chootadon ko pakad kar thoda khola, aur fir gaand ke chhed par muh laga kar soonghne lage. Arush mere chootad ke chhed ki mehak ko aise le rahe the jaise koi perfume ho. Wo baar-baar chootadon ke chhed ke paas apni naak lagate aur soonghne lagte.

Wo bole: Bhabhi kya mehak hai aapki body ki, aapke chootadon ki aaahhhh. Mere lund mein is mehak ne jaan daal di. Aaahhh meri sexy bhabhi aaahh.

Wo firse apna muh mere chootadon ke chhed par laaye, par ab wo apni jeebh ko chhed par laga kar chaatne lage, aur bolne lage-

Arush: Maal bhabhi ho aap.

Kaafi der tak aisa karne ke baad wo mere muh ke paas aaye, aur lund mere muh mein de kar muh ko chodne lage. Fir mujhe doggy position mein kiya, aur meri gaand mein lund laga kar set kiya.

Main unhe boli: Main kabhi bhi gaand mein nahi li hu. Ye mera pehli baar hai. Aaram se karna aap.

Wo meri gaand mein thook kar usko geela kiye, aur apna lund se ek dhakka laga diya. Lund thoda hi andar gaya tha, ki meri dard se cheekh nikal gayi, aur main aage ho kar side ho gayi aur boli-

Main: Nahi karwana hai peeche.

Par fir unhone mujhe manaya, aur fir doggy position mein karke mere pair thode faila diye, aur meri kamar pakad kar ek dhakka laga diya.

Mujhe zor ka dard hua, aur main fir side hone lagi. Par is-baar unhone meri kamar ko zor se pakad liya, aur ek jhatka gaand mein laga diya. Isse lund aadhe se bhi zyada andar chala gaya, aur main behosh si hone lagi. Mujhe bahut zor se dard ho raha tha. Aisa lag raha tha kisi ne meri gaand mein bambu daal diya ho. Wo bina ruke mujhe pakad kar zor-zor ka dhakka gaand mein lagane lage.

10 minutes se bhi zyada gaand chudai mein wo jhad kar bed par let gaye, aur meri to haalat itni kharaab ho gayi thi, ki main gaand chudai ka kuch bhi maza nahi le payi. Gaand chudai ne mujhe sirf dard aur takleef hi di. Nandoyi ji ne meri kuwari gaand ka satyanash kar diya tha. Meri aaj ki chudai ki pyaas aise utregi mujhe pata nahi tha.

Iske baad to nandoyi ji mujhe aur Pinki ko daily chodne lage. 1 maheene baad main periods miss kar gayi, aur ye baat sirf main aur Arush ji ko hi pata thi ki main Arush ji se pregnant hui thi.

Shaadi ke kuch 15 din pehle tak Arush mere nandoyi ne hum dono nanad bhabhi ko khoob choda. Unhone hum dono ki chut aur gaand ke chhed ko chod-chod kar aisa bana diya, ki lund ab aaram se andar chala jaye bina kisi takleef ke.

Fir ek aisi khabar saamne aayi, ki hum dono nanad bhabhi bilkul toot gayi, aur hum dono kisi ko bhi kuch batane laayak nahi thi. Hum dono ke sath hi aisa kyun hua. Hum dono, khaas kar Pinki meri nanad itni unlucky kaise ho sakti hai.

Next part mein padhe ki hum dono ke sath kya hua.

To be continued…

Hi all, I have written close to 50 stories on ISS so far and have got good responses. That gives me the motivation to write more such stories.

To the ladies, I’m a 40-year-old married male, a native of Tamil Nadu (Madurai), but living in Bangalore for 6+ years. I’m open to flings or NSA relationships without impacting our personal lives. To the guys, please don’t mail me asking for the email ID or contact details of the woman in the stories.

This story revolves around 3 people named Anamika (27), Guru (24) and Prem (40). All of them live in the same PG in Bangalore, where both men and women are allowed to stay together. Guru works in a bank. Prem works in a startup in sales, and Anamika works as a full time trader.

Guru and Prem stay in the same room, and Anamika stays with her boyfriend in the nearby room. Anamika moved there just a couple of months ago. Guru and Prem have been there for more than a year. The story is written from the view of Prem.

Guru and I are in high-pressure jobs. Daily, we came back from work very exhausted and used to have a smoke and have dinner inside the PG itself. Post 11, both of us watch porn on our respective laptops. Since I know what he is watching and vice versa, we don’t usually wear headphones to control the noise.

Sometimes we exchange or watch together if any one has an exciting porn video. Then we masturbate together and go to sleep. This has been our routine almost every day. And on weekends, the frequency of porn and masturbation increases.

Around Mid July, while watching porn, we heard a moaning sound. Both of us turned to the other one’s laptop to see if he was watching better porn. But later realized that the sounds we were hearing were real and not from laptops. We realized that the sound was from the nearby room, and it got us excited.

There is a very thin wall between both our rooms. We were able to hear the moan. Minute by minute, the moan sound kept increasing. At some point, we decided to peep into Anamika’s room to see the live-action. There is a small hole that will almost show their entire room.

First I went near that silently and started watching it. Let me tell you about Anamika. She is a voluptuous girl with huge assets, and she is white. At this age itself, her boobs size must have been 34. Her ass was much bigger than her boobs at 36.

I saw that her boyfriend was fucking her in a doggy position with her face facing towards our room. I could see her hanging boobs from that view. But I wasn’t able to see her pussy or the guy’s cock. He was going as hard as possible from the back. Their cot was moving here and there with each push.

She seemed to be in great pleasure and was asking him to fuck more. The guy stopped to take a rest and suddenly held her hair and started to fuck her again in the same position. Though initially she struggled with a bit of pain in her neck, the pleasure was better than the pain.

She started moving her ass back so that his cock goes too deep. My cock, which was used to watching porn, had become rock hard by seeing their live action. Suddenly, Guru pushed me and said he wanted to watch it. He also took out his cock from his tracks and started to stroke it.

I couldn’t take out her face from my mind, so I tried to push him away. But he said I already watched for more than 10 minutes and now it’s his turn. I was getting restless, and my cock was still hard. I don’t know what came into my mind. I took my cock and hit the back of Guru with it.

He was also in so much mood that he didn’t care about it. Suddenly I opened his ass and tried to insert my cock into his asshole. He wasn’t expecting it, so he suddenly turned his head back but still was bending forward. I told him I couldn’t control it anymore and I needed a hole.

He was also in a very horny state and was holding his cock. I slowly and steadily started to insert my cock into Guru’s asshole. At first, I was finding it very difficult to put it in. But later, I applied my saliva in his asshole as well as my cock and inserted it in.

A few inches of cock has gone inside Guru’s ass hole now. I started to slowly fuck him. I kept imagining his ass hole as Anamika’s pussy and started to fuck, increasing the speed. I started to ride him harder this time. After 10 minutes of fucking, I let out my cum in his ass hole, and I went to the bed.

He was still watching the live session of Anamika and was not satisfied fully. So he came to the bed and took my cock into his mouth suddenly. Though I have had a few guys sucking me during my childhood days, it’s been ages since I have been sucked.

This one felt so good. He started to move up and down, held my balls in his hands and pressed them. Sometimes, I felt pain in the balls, and sometimes, he would gently press it. Since I already released my cum a few minutes ago only, it took me 15 minutes to release it next time.

Guru gulped my entire cum, and then we lay down in the bed. We didn’t talk about anything. After a few minutes, I went up and saw through the hole. But they had finished their fucking session and were sitting in dresses. So I went to my bed and lay down there.

Neither I nor Guru spoke about it that entire day. As usual the next day at 11 PM, we tried to look into Anamika’s room, but nothing was happening. But my cock, which has seen real fucking needed something better than a porn video. So I opened my trousers, let my cock out and went near Guru.

None of us spoke a word. He took my cock into his mouth and started to suck it. After a few minutes, I asked him to stop. He understood what I needed now, lowered his track pants and bent down for me. This time it was easy for me to go inside, and I started fucking him.

This gay relationship of ours started being a daily affair. Guru and I started talking about it openly. He started making noise while he was getting fucked. I always told him to lower his voice, or the nearby guys would hear us and start to tease us.

One day, me and Guru were in the dining area having our dinner. Anamika saw us and smiled. We have never spoken to her before. But this smile looks sheepish like she knows something about us. But I being an introvert, didn’t dare to go and talk to her.

That day while I was fucking Guru, I told him to make a little more noise purposefully, and he, too, obeyed. Then I stopped fucking and went near that hole through which I saw Anamika’s room. She was sitting closer to our room, having her ears in the wall. She was fingering her pussy.

I immediately went to Guru and fucked him very hard. He, too, made much louder moans. I took him near that hole and kept fucking him while looking at Anamika’s pussy. Now I know I might get this pussy someday. I didn’t inform Guru about it.

So the next day, I went to my room a little early before Guru arrived and looked through the hole. Anamika was sitting idly in the bed reading some books, but I wanted to make her horny. So, I started making that moaning sound. She came near the walls and started to listen to it.

Now, I also went exactly near where her ears were. In a mild voice, I said, “Hey, Anamika, I know you love it. Let me know if you want me to fuck you also like this.” Suddenly, I went again near the hole. She was still having her ears near the wall, confused about what to say.

Me: Anamika, don’t worry, dear. I will not tell this to anyone. Our secret will be only between us and not even my other friend knows it.

Anamika: Who is it speaking? Guru or Prem?

Since she has heard only the moan sound, she doesn’t even know who was fucking whom.

Me: I’m Prem here.

Anamika: Ok, Prem, are you the one fucking Guru, or he fucks you?

Me: No, I only fuck him and he is my sub.

Anamika: Ok then, can you come to my room now?

All these conversations were in a very feeble voice so that no one else could hear it. I was in front of her room within a minute and knocked it. She opened it. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt with black shorts which was not even covering her half thighs.

Anamika: Hey!

Me: Hi!

Anamika: So, you guys are gays?

Me: Well, not exactly. You made us do that?

Anamika: What? Me? How?

Me: Yes, we happened to hear your moaning sound and saw your boyfriend fucking you one day. That made us excited, and I ended up fucking him. This happened almost a month ago. Now it has become a routine for me to fuck him before sleeping.

I told the entire story in a minute without any break. She was watching me with wide eyes. I even showed her the hole through which we saw them fucking.

Anamika: I wasn’t aware of this hole. I don’t know why this doesn’t even look like a hole from this side.

Me: Yes, it shows your room clearly from the other side. So, what shall we do now?
Anamika: What was your intention with me, and why do you think I called you here? My boyfriend isn’t back for a week and I’m all yours till then.

I didn’t need anything more than that and put my right hand on her left boob. I put my left hand on her right hip and pulled her closer towards me. I started kissing her juicy lips while I was pressing her boobs.

She was co-operating nicely. I rolled my hands around her back and groped her ass, gave a couple of slaps on both asses.

Anamika: You even know what makes you more horny?

Me: I saw your boyfriend slapping you the other day while riding you.

I tore her t-shirt in the blink of an eye. She was standing in front of me with a bra and her trousers. She saw me weirdly and understood I was an animal in bed. Came closer to me and started to kiss me madly. This time, her kisses were also very hard.

She was pinching wherever possible in my body. She went down and bit my nipples one by one, lowered my shorts and put her hands into my underwear. She held my balls and squeezed them hard. On the other hand, I was squeezing her boobs and biting them.

We realized we were made for each other, as both of us wanted aggressive sex. I lowered her shorts and pushed her on the bed. She was lying on the bed with her bra and panties only. I removed my dresses fully and became nude. I forcefully opened her legs and tried to remove her panty.

But it was a little difficult. So she moved her body up, and I lowered it fully. I started licking like a dog. Sometimes I even bit the inside of her pussy. Cum started flowing out of her pussy within a minute. I kept drinking it and continued licking for 15 more minutes.

I got up and kept my cock near her pussy walls, circled with my tip and teasing her. She got up, slapped me on my chest and told me not to make her wait anymore. I put my 6-inch thick black cock into her pink pussy. She was still wearing her bra.

I didn’t give her time to unhook, rather just moved it up and started to suck, bite and slap her boobs. After 20 minutes of fucking her with my cock, I was about to release my cum. Took it out and went near her mouth. She wasn’t expecting it, but my sudden movement made her open her mouth a little.

And that’s the small gap I needed. I put my cock inside her mouth and stroked for a minute. I released my cum into her mouth. She couldn’t spit out as my cock was still inside, and she was still lying down. She drank it completely, and after my cock became small, I took it out.

She said she never used to drink cum before with her previous boyfriends. I said, “There is a beginning for everything, and this is your beginning.” After another few minutes, I came back to my room, telling her that I would keep coming till her boyfriend was back.

She needs to come to my room after her boyfriend comes back. She, too, agreed to that arrangement. When I came into my room, Guru was standing there already, and I guessed it right, he had seen us fucking. Probably he might have thought I don’t need him anymore.

But he was wrong. So I made him lie down and started fucking him, making a lot of moans. He was happy and Anamika also was happy to hear the moans.

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“I want you to go to the washroom,” I instructed, my voice low and steady. “Take off your dresses except Burka, and come back to me.”

Her eyes went wide with shock, but she nodded, swallowed hard, and stood up, her legs wobbly. “Aunty,” she whispered, “are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more certain,” I said with a wink. “Now go, don’t keep me waiting.”

Aisha took a deep breath and made her way to the washroom, her legs shaking slightly. I watched her go. I knew she was nervous, but the excitement was palpable. When she returned, she looked both scared and exhilarated.

She had followed my instructions to the letter, leaving her burka on and removing everything else. Her cheeks were flushed, and she avoided eye contact, instead focusing on the aisle floor.

“Good girl,” I praised, “Now, Aisha,” I said, my voice a sultry purr, “you’re going to put your dresses in your hand luggage except the panty.”

Her eyes widened as she looked at me, the implication of my words sinking in. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice a breathy whisper, “my panties?”

“Yes,” I said, my tone firm yet playful. “Keep them in your hand, sweet girl.”
With a knowing smile, I leaned in closer, my hand reaching for the hand holding her panties. “Trust me,” I whispered.

I took the soft and wet panty from her hand and brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply. “Mmm,” I murmured, “you smell so sweet.”

Aisha’s eyes went wide with shock and arousal as she watched me, her cheeks burning with a deep blush. “Aunty,” she whispered, “that’s… that’s not right.”

“Oh, but it feels so good, doesn’t it?” I said, my voice a seductive whisper as I took a second sniff of her panties.

Aisha’s eyes grew wide, and she gulped, watching as I slowly folded the damp fabric. “Aunty,” she whispered, “what are you going to do with it?”

“I want you to smell them,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “I want you to know what you do to me.”

Aisha’s eyes widened, and she looked at me with a mix of horror and intrigue. “Aunty,” she breathed, “I can’t.”

“Why not?” I asked, my tone playful yet insistent. “You want to know what it feels like, don’t you?”

With trembling hands, Aisha took the panties from me and brought them to her nose. Her eyes fluttered closed as she inhaled deeply. I could see the moment her body betrayed her, the scent of her arousal sending a shockwave through her.

“Aunty,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire, “it’s… intense.”

“Good,” I said, my voice a gentle command. “Now, give back and sit with me.”

Aisha handed me her panties, and I tucked them into my pocket. She sat back down, her eyes still wide with astonishment. “Aunty,” she whispered, “what do we do now?”

“Now,” I said with a smile, “we explore each other.”

“But, Aunty,” she murmured, “what if someone sees?”

“Let them,” I said with a smirk, my eyes dark with desire. “Or better yet, let’s make sure no one does.”

With that, I grabbed the blanket and draped it over our laps, creating a cosy, private cocoon. “Now,” I murmured, “we can be as naughty as we want.”

“Aunty,” Aisha whispered, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves, “what do we do now?”

“Now,” I said with a smirk, “we get comfortable.” I slid my hand under the blanket, my fingers finding their way back to her thigh. “Spread your legs for me, sweet girl.”

Aisha’s eyes went wide, but she did as I asked, her legs opening slightly. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves.

“Good girl,” I said, my fingers tracing patterns on her bare skin, inching closer to her wetness. “Now, tell me what you’re feeling.”

“Aunty,” Aisha’s voice quivered, “I feel strange.”

My hand moved closer to her wetness. “It’s okay to feel this way.”

“Aunty,” she murmured, her voice quivering with anticipation, “What are you going to do to me?”

“Everything you’ve ever dreamed of,” I replied, my voice a soft purr. “But first, I want to hear you say it.”

“Aunty,” she whispered, “I want… I want you to touch me.”

“Where, Aisha?” I asked, my voice a low growl. “Tell me where you want me to touch you.” Hesitating for a moment before whispering, “Aunty, I want you to touch me… there.”

My hand slid between her thighs, her dampness slick against my skin. “Like this?” I murmured, my thumb brushing her clit lightly.

“Yes,” Aisha gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Aunty, it feels so good.”

“Tell me more,” I encouraged, my excitement growing. “Where else do you want me to touch you?”

“Aunty,” Aisha’s voice was barely a whisper, “I want you to… inside me.”

“Do you mean this?” I asked, my finger teasing her entrance.

“Yes, Aunty,” she gasped, her eyes still closed tightly.

“Good,” I murmured, pressing my finger into her warm, tight channel. She was so wet, so ready. “Now, tell me if you like it.”

“Aunty,” Aisha whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand. “It feels… it feels amazing.”

Aisha’s eyes remained closed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as I slowly added a second finger to the first, stretching her open. “Aunty,” she murmured, her body trembling.

“Does that feel good?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

“Yes, Aunty,” Aisha panted, her hips grinding against my hand.

“Perfect,” I murmured, adding a third finger. “Just relax and let me in.”

Aisha’s eyes flew open, and she bit her lip hard. “Aunty,” she gasped, “it’s too much.”

“Shh,” I soothed, gently withdrawing my third finger. “We’ll go slow.”

I could feel her tightness, her inexperience. It was both a challenge and a thrill. “You’re doing so well,” I whispered, my voice a comforting caress. “Now, let’s just stick with two.”

Her breathing grew heavier as I curled my fingers inside her, the rhythm slow and steady. “Aunty,” she panted.

“Does it feel good?” I asked, watching her face intently.

“Yes, Aunty,” Aisha moaned, her eyes still closed. I moved close to her lips and brushed my lips with her tender lips. She responded with surprising eagerness, her tongue tentatively meeting mine.

“Aunty,” she whispered between kisses, “I’ve never done this before.”

“I know,” I murmured, my voice thick with lust. “That’s what makes it so special.”

I leaned in, my mouth finding hers again, my tongue delving deep. She moaned into my mouth, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair. My other hand cupped her breast gently, feeling her nipple harden under the fabric of her burka.

“Aunty,” she whimpered against my lips, “it feels… so good.”

“Mm,” I hummed, my mouth moving to her neck, kissing and nipping the soft, tender skin while fingering her.

“Aunty,” Aisha’s voice was a breathless plea, “please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, sweet girl,” I promised, my thumb circling her clit as my fingers pumped in and out of her tight pussy. Her hips were moving in time with my hand, her body seeking more of the pleasure I was giving her.

I pulled my hand out from under the blanket, my fingers glistening with her juices. “Open your mouth,” I instructed, and she obeyed, her eyes full of curiosity. I slid my fingers between her parted lips, and she closed her eyes, her tongue tentatively flicking out to taste herself.

“Aunty,” she murmured, “it’s… salty.”

“That’s how pussy tastes,” I said, my voice a seductive whisper. “Now, watch me.”

With that, I leaned down, my mouth closing over her clit, my tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive bud. Aisha gasped, her hands clutching the armrests. “Aunty,” she whimpered, her hips bucking upward, pushing herself closer to my mouth.

“Mm, you taste so sweet,” I murmured, licking up the length of her slit before plunging my tongue inside her. Her legs widened further, and she let out a soft moan, her body shaking with the intensity of the sensation.

“Aunty,” she whispered, her voice a desperate plea, “please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” I promised, my tongue swirling around her clit, feeling her body tense with each flick. “Not until you come for me.”

“Aunty,” Aisha’s voice was a strangled moan, her hips rocking into my mouth. “I’m… I’m going to…”

“That’s it,” I murmured, my voice muffled by her sweetness. “Come for me, Aisha.”

I sucked her clit hard, my tongue flicking rapidly as her body tensed, and she came, her sweet juices flooding my mouth. I swallowed greedily, the taste of her orgasm only adding to my growing need.

“Aunty,” Aisha’s voice was a breathless whimper, “that was… amazing.”

“You liked it?” I asked, a knowing smile playing on my lips as I sat back up.

“Yes, Aunty,” Aisha whispered, her cheeks flushed a dark red. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“Good,” I said, a smirk playing on my lips. “Now, let’s get you dressed.”

I helped Aisha put on her burka properly, my hands lingering on her body as I tucked her in. She was still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I could feel the heat coming off her in waves. “Aunty,” she murmured, her eyes still glazed with pleasure, “what now?”

“You’re going to experience something you’ve never felt before,” I said, my voice a seductive whisper. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

I took her hand under the blanket and placed it on the zipper of my skirt. “Feel it?” I prompted, my heart racing with excitement.

“Yes, Aunty,” Aisha whispered, her trembling fingers tracing the metal teeth.

“Good,” I said, my voice a seductive purr. “Now, unzip it for me.”

Aisha’s hand was shaking as she reached for the zipper, but she did as I asked, the sound of it descending filling the quiet cabin. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“Keep going,” I encouraged, my excitement growing as the fabric parted, revealing my bare skin. “Good girl.”

Aisha’s hand slid down the zipper, her touch tentative yet eager. When my skirt was open, I spread my legs, giving her full access. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Go ahead,” I urged, my arousal building. “Explore me.”

Aisha’s hand hovered for a moment before finally touching my skin, her fingers tracing the line of my inner thigh. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.

“How does it feel?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

“Aunty,” Aisha’s voice was filled with awe, “your skin is so soft, and your thighs are big.”

“Keep going,” I whispered, my breath hot in her ear. “Feel higher.”

Her trembling hand obeyed, moving up my thigh until it brushed against the fabric of my lace panties. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice a mix of fear and excitement.

“Do you want to touch me here?” I whispered, guiding her hand to my wetness.

“Yes, Aunty,” Aisha replied, her voice shaking. She slid her hand under the fabric, her fingers touching my pussy lightly.

“Mm,” I murmured, my desire spiking. “That’s it, just like that.”

“Aunty,” Aisha whispered, her eyes wide with wonder as she touched me.

“That’s it,” I said, my voice a gentle command. “Keep going.”

Aisha’s hand moved more confidently now, her fingers tracing my wetness through the fabric of my panties. “Aunty,” she murmured, “you’re so wet.”

“That’s what you do to me,” I said, my voice low and seductive. “Now, slide your hand inside.”

Aisha’s eyes went wide, but she did as I instructed, her trembling fingers slipping under the elastic band of my panties. “Aunty,” she gasped as she felt my bare shaved pussy.

“Mm, yes,” I encouraged, my voice thick with desire. “That’s it, sweet girl.”

Aisha’s eyes widened as she felt my wetness, her arousal mirroring mine. She slid her fingers into my pussy, her touch tentative yet eager. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Tell me how it feels,” I asked, my voice a gentle command.

“Aunty,” Aisha whispered, “it’s… it’s so wet.”

“Mm, that’s because of you,” I said, my voice a low growl. “Now, rub my clit for me, baby.”

She obeyed, her fingers shaking as they found my sensitive nub. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. “It’s so… so swollen.”

“Just like you make me,” I said, my voice a low purr. “Now, rub it. Make it feel good.”

Her fingers began to move in tight circles, and I moaned, my hips rocking into her hand. “Aunty,” she whispered, “what does this do to you?”

“It makes me wetter,” I murmured, my eyes closed in pleasure. “Keep going, baby.”

Aisha’s touch grew bolder, her fingertips gliding over my clit with more confidence.

“Aunty,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of awe and desire, “does this feel good?”

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my hips bucking against her hand. “Just like that.”

“Aunty,” Aisha whispered, her eyes wide with excitement, “I want to make you feel good.”

“Then do it,” I encouraged my voice a seductive whisper. “Make me cum, baby.”

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice tentative yet eager, “will you… will you show me?”

“Show you what, baby?” I asked, a knowing smile playing on my lips.

“How to make you come,” Aisha murmured, her eyes searching mine.

“With your mouth,” I said, my voice a sultry whisper. “Use your tongue to make me feel like you’ve never felt before.”

Aisha’s eyes went wide with excitement and a touch of fear. “My mouth, Aunty?”

“Yes,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “Your sweet, innocent mouth.”

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my skin. “Aunty,” she whispered, “how do I do it?”

“Just watch and feel,” I instructed, taking her hand and guiding it to my throbbing clit. “Use your tongue like you’re licking an ice cream cone.”

Aisha leaned in, her warm breath fanning over my pussy, making me shiver. She tentatively licked my slit, her eyes meeting mine for approval. I nodded, and she grew bolder, her tongue lapping up my juices like a hungry kitten.

“Mm,” I murmured, my hand gently guiding her head closer. “Just like that, baby.”

Aisha’s tentative licks grew more confident, her tongue swirling around my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice filled with excitement, “am I doing it right?”

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my hips pushing up into her mouth. “So good, baby, how does it taste?.”

“It’s salty,” Aisha murmured, her eyes looking up at me with curiosity. “But I like it.”

“Good,” I whispered, my hand stroking her hair. “Now, let’s try something else.”

“Aunty,” Aisha’s voice was a mix of excitement and apprehension. “What?”

“I want you to suck my clit,” I instructed, my voice low and filled with desire. “It’ll feel like a little button.”

Aisha nodded. She leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over my clit before her mouth closed around it, sucking gently.

“Aunty,” she murmured, her voice muffled by my pussy, “is this what you like?”

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my hips rocking into her mouth. “Harder, baby.”

Aisha obeyed, her mouth sucking more insistently on my clit. I could feel the pressure building, my body tensing with each flick of her tongue. “Aunty,” she murmured between breaths, “am I doing it right?”

“Perfect, baby,” I moaned, my voice a low growl of approval. “Just like that.”

“Aunty,” Aisha whispered, “it feels so strange.”

“Mm, so good,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Keep sucking, baby.”

Her tongue swirled around my clit, and she sucked harder, taking me closer and closer to the edge.

“Aisha,” I groaned, my voice thick with lust, “you’re doing so well.”

I could feel my orgasm approaching, my body taut with anticipation.

“Aisha,” I gasped, my voice tight with need, “faster, baby, faster.”

Her mouth worked over my clit with renewed vigour, and I felt myself getting closer to the edge. “Mm, yes,” I moaned, my hips moving in sync with her mouth. “Just like that.”

“Aunty,” Aisha murmured, her voice muffled by my pussy, “I can feel you getting wetter.”

“Mm, yes,” I gasped, my hand fisting in her hair. “Keep going, baby.”

Her mouth worked tirelessly, sucking and licking my clit with a passion that surprised me. I could feel the tension coiling in my belly, my toes curling in my shoes. “Aisha,” I whispered, my voice tight with pleasure, “you’re going to make me cum.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t stop, her tongue flicking against my clit faster and faster.

“Aisha,” I gasped, my voice tight with need, “you’re going to make me cum.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t stop, her tongue flicking against my clit with more urgency. I could feel the tension coiling in my belly, my body tensing as the pleasure grew. “Mm, yes,” I moaned, my hand fisting in her hair. “Don’t stop, baby, fuck with your fingers too.”

She slipped two fingers into my pussy, her movements tentative at first but quickly becoming more confident as she felt my response. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. “Can I push one more finger?”

“Mm, yes, push as much as you can,” I moaned, my hips grinding against her hand.

Aisha’s eyes widened as she added another finger, her movements becoming more confident as she felt me stretch around her. She sucked my clit harder, her tongue swirling around it as her fingers moved in and out of me.

“Aunty,” she murmured, her voice filled with excitement, “I can feel you tightening around me.”

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my voice tight with pleasure. “Keep going, baby. You’re making me so wet.”

Her fingers were moving more confidently now. She pushed a fourth finger inside me, and I couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped my lips. “Aunty,” she whispered, “you’re so tight.”

“Mm, keep going,” I urged, my voice strained with pleasure.

“Aunty,” Aisha whispered, her mouth still working my clit, “I want to drink your come.”

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my body trembling with the intensity of my approaching orgasm. “You can, baby. Just keep sucking.”

Aisha’s mouth worked my clit with a fervour that was both innocent and incredibly arousing. Her fingers pumped in and out of me, the sensation of her knuckles brushing against my G-spot sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

“Aunty,” she murmured, her voice muffled by my pussy, “I can feel it.”

“Feel what, baby?” I gasped

“Your cum,” Aisha murmured.

“Mm, yes,” I breathed, my body tightening around her fingers. “You’re going to make me come.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she sucked my clit harder, her tongue flicking faster. “Aunty,” she murmured, “it’s happening.”

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my body trembling. “Keep going, baby.”

Aisha’s fingers worked my pussy with surprising skill. She had a natural talent for this, it seems.

“Aunty,” she whispered, her mouth still wrapped around my clit, “it feels like you’re going to explode.”

“Mm, I am, baby,” I moaned, my body arching upward. “Keep going, just like that.”

Aisha increased her pace, her mouth sucking and licking with a fierce hunger. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice muffled, “I want it all.”

“Mm, baby,” I whispered, my hips bucking against her face, “you’re going to get it.”

Aisha’s eyes widened, and she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she took me closer to the edge. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice muffled by my pussy, “I can taste it.”

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. “Swallow it all, baby.”

Aisha’s eyes went wide as she felt the warmth of my come to fill her mouth, but she did as I instructed, swallowing it down with a look of surprised satisfaction. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice still muffled by my pussy, “it’s… it’s salty.”

“Mm, yes,” I murmured, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. “Now, lick me clean.”

Aisha’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t protest, her tongue swiping eagerly at my folds, tasting every drop of my juices. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and awe, “it’s… it’s so different.”

As she lapped at me, I couldn’t help but think about how far we’d come in such a short time. The innocent girl in the burka was now eagerly devouring me, her curiosity and desire leading the way. “Aunty,” she murmured, her tongue tracing the path of my orgasm, “will it always be like this?”

“Like what, baby?” I asked, my voice still breathless from the intense pleasure she’d just given me.

“Like this,” Aisha murmured, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. “With us… exploring each other.”

“Mm, yes,” I said, my voice still thick with satisfaction. “It will always be like this as long as you want it to be.”

“Aunty,” she whispered, her voice filled with wonder, “what if I always want it?”

“Then,” I murmured, a smirk playing on my lips, “we’ll always find a way.”

Aisha looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of wonder and excitement. “What do you mean, Aunty?”

“I mean,” I murmured, my voice low and seductive, “that we’ve just begun. There’s so much more for you to learn, to experience.”

Her eyes searched mine, a mix of excitement and a hint of fear. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “what else is there?”

“So much,” I promised, my voice low and filled with desire. “But first, we need to get dressed. We’re almost there.”

We both moved quickly, smoothing our clothes into place, the evidence of our encounter hidden beneath the fabric. As we zipped and buttoned, our eyes met, the heat of our shared secret simmering between us. I pulled out a business card from my purse, my fingers lingering on the smooth paper.

“Here,” I said, my voice a seductive whisper. “Call me when you’re ready for more.”

Aisha took the card with trembling hands, her eyes wide with excitement. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice a mix of shyness and desire, “I don’t know if I can ever thank you enough for this.”

“You don’t have to,” I said, smoothing down my skirt and tucking in my shirt. “Just remember, this is your journey. Take it at your own pace.”

Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she tucked the card into the hidden pocket of her burka. “Aunty,” she whispered, her eyes downcast, “I will call you.”

“Good,” I murmured, my voice filled with satisfaction. “Now, let’s go to the washroom and get ready to land.”

We both stood up, the remnants of our shared passion lingering in the air like a warm embrace. The flight attendant’s voice announced that we would be landing in Dubai shortly, and the fasten seatbelt sign lit up.

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I am Harry, 34 years old, 6 feet tall, and slightly big build, with a 7-inch dick, currently settled in Toronto. Any woman in the GTA can contact me. Now, without further adieu, let’s get to the story.

I am an employee who works as a truck driver in Toronto. A little about me – After my graduation, I started working in Bangalore for an IT firm. Due to pressure from my family, I got married, and that hardly lasted 2 years. Due to this, I fell into depression and lost my job. After recovering, I shifted to Toronto, and since I couldn’t get back to IT, I started truck driving in Canada and eventually got settled.

About my mom – She is in her late 60s, kind, and generous. We have always been best friends since I was little. Her stats are 36d-30-38. She has a nice pair of jugs and an ass that feels like heaven.

After I got settled, I had my parents from India come to Canada, and they started living with me. Eventually, they got used to living here and made a few friends. As I used to stay 4 days on the road to the US and back, my parents were left alone at home. Mom, who was a homemaker with a small circle, began to blossom into a social butterfly. And she made quite a few friends in my neighborhood. I was very happy for her. My dad started working for a food service as he was bored out of his mind.

After my failed marriage, I decided not to get married anytime soon. So I visited massage centers or escort services. On one occasion, I came across a profile of a busty Indian milf through a pimp who just got into the work. I was instantly attracted to the picture as the face was blurred.

As her first customer, I wanted to try her out. And after discussing things with him, I picked a motel and gave her the room number. Then I freshened up and was ready for action. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door from the hooker I had booked. Her voice was super seductive. I immediately turned off the lights and turned on ambient light to set the mood.

Candy: Hi, this is Candy.

Me: Please enter, the door is open.

Candy: Hi, this is my first time. Please bear with me.

As the light was super dim, I couldn’t see her face.

Me: Hey, that’s not an issue. We have the whole night, we can slowly start exploring each other.

Candy: Thank you for being so thoughtful.

She removed her coat under which she was wearing lingerie. Then she started crawling towards me like a cougar. As I was lying on the bed, she started crawling towards my face while rubbing her humongous tits all over my body and kissing me from toe to head. With that kind of sensation, I immediately got goosebumps and was on cloud 9.

Then the hooker slowly started kissing me while giving me small bites. I was amazed by the skills she had and hugged her tightly. She immediately broke free from it and asked me to be more patient. I relaxed and let her continue. Then she slowly started kissing and licking my earlobes. I wrapped my hands around her waist and caressed her velvety skin. I moved my hands to her boobs and gently cupped them. They felt really soft and smooth. As I started squeezing them gently, a soft moan escaped her mouth. I slowly started pinching her nipples which were long and hard.

While doing that, I started licking her neck and slowly came to her boobs. After that, I started kissing and biting her boobs around her nipples. She grew impatient and grabbed me by the hair and thrust her nipples into my mouth, and begged me to suck them hard.

I no longer stood at the ceremony and immediately attacked her nipples and breasts and sucked them with my mouth. I was flicking my tongue on her nipples. The hooker gasped in pleasure and hugged my head tightly. I immediately started grabbing her ass and started mauling them. While I was doing that, she rubbed her crotch vigorously over my dick. As she was wearing crotchless panties, my dick was rubbing over her pussy, and we were at peaks of ecstasy.

She immediately moved towards my dick and started devouring my dick into her mouth and giving me a sloppy blowjob. I couldn’t hold much longer, I grabbed her by the hair and started fucking her mouth while she was gagging. I was so horny that I cummed into her throat and held her.

After shooting a thick stream of cum, I let go of her hair. Immediately, she gasped for air and was lying over me. Once we both were relaxed, she started cleaning my dick with her mouth, and I instantly got my erection back.

Now I immediately got her into a doggy position and rammed my dick into her pussy. She gasped in shock and begged me to slow down. Only half my dick went in, after which I slowly started stroking till everything went in.

Once I adjusted into her pussy which was grabbing hold of my dick tightly, I started with slower strokes. Then, once she got adjusted to the rhythm, she told me to increase the pace. I increased my speed, one stroke at a time and both of us were bathing in pleasure and sweat.

While I was fucking her, I grabbed her boobs from behind and thrust as if our lives depended on it.

After a few minutes of fucking, we switched to cowgirl. She held my shoulders and was jumping on my dick as if she was riding a horse on a track.

After several long minutes of pounding each other, we reached our peak and came together. Then she fell on top of me. We were gasping for air and slowly relaxed and cuddled each other for a while and kissed and grabbed each other for a while.

After we both cooled off, we decided to go to wash our sweat off. Then I picked her up and we continued kissing each other on our way to the bathroom. As soon as she turned the lights on, our eyes met. Our whole world came crashing around us. I stood there staring at her while holding her in my arms.

After a few seconds of stunned silence which felt like centuries, she called me by my name. We were so flabbergasted that I yelped calling her, “MOM.”

As I let her onto the floor, my knees felt like jelly and dropped onto the floor.

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I hope you enjoyed the story. If I receive a good response, I will continue writing the next part.

Pallavi ko military walon ne bulaya tha. Unhe uski bra panty mili thi jo beach par beh gayi thi. Aur issi bahen Pallavi ki madmast chudai ka maza mila. Rat bhar bonfire jalakar un 6 military walon ke sath maine bhi Pallavi ke sath daru party kari.

Pallavi ko hame daru pilakar bonfire ke pass nachwaya. Daru ke nashe mein Pallavi kabhi beach par nangi hokar daudti toh kabhi. Wahin pani mein lotpot hokar apni chudai ki bheek mangti. Woh nashe mein apni sari sharmo haya bech khayi thi.

Military walon ne uski jawani ko pura fyada uthaya. Puri rat uski jee bharkar sabne chudai kari. Rat 3-4 baje tak koi na koi Pallavi ko chodta hi raha. Hum sab wahin beach par waise hi nange hokar so jate hai. Subah jab meri neend khulti hai toh main kya dekta hun.

Pallavi beach par apne pet ke bal leti hui hai. Usne apne pair pehla rakha hai. Aur ek military wala us choot par sir rakh kar so raha hai. Baki do log uski ek ek chuchiyon ko hath se pakad kar so rahe hai. Pallavi ke nange jism par sab taraf ballu lagga hai. Daru ki kuch bottle idhar udhar padi hai.

Main jaldi se camere se Pallavi aisi hi bohut si photoshoot karne lagta hun. Kya mast chudai hui thi Pallavi ki. Military walon ne usse kutiya banne ki achchi training di thi. Aur kaise woh uske gale mein patta dal usse kutiya ki tarah beach par ghumma rahe the. Pallavi maze se unki paltu kutiya ban nangi ghumti rahi.

Abhi din ke 8 baj rahe the. Main Pallavi ki aise hi photoshoot kar hi raha tha. Un military walon ki neend khul jati hai. Pallavi ko aise dekh unka fir se Pallavi ki chudai ka mann karne lagta hai.

Woh log ab Pallavi ke nange jism se khelne lagta hai. Ek uski choot chatne lagta hai. Aur woh do log ek ek chuchi ko choosne lagte hai. Pallavi puri machal uthti hai. Uski bhi neend khul jati hai.

Pallavi – Umm. Aaha. Rajeev sir. Dekho na ye log kaise mujhe chat kar kha rahe hai. Aah.

Main – Good morning, Pallavi. Dekh toh raha hun. Yehi toh chahti thi na Pallavi. Tumhe ache se training de rahe hai sab dekho.

Pallavi – Uff main pagal ho jayongi. Chalo na sab milkar swimming karte hai. Aaj toh koi dar nahi na Rajeev sir.

Fir kya tha. Sab fir se usse goad mein uthakar beach par le jate hai. Hum sab waise hi nangi Pallavi ke sath swiming karte hai. Fir se sab uski bari bari se apne lund par kudate hue uski thukai karte hai.

Pallavi ki khushi ka thikana nahi tha. Par ab main sabko bye bolta hun. Aur Pallavi ko jane ko kehta hun. Woh log Pallavi ko dress dete hai.

Pallavi – Dress ki kya jarurat hai. Main aj aise hi nangi hokar car mein jaungi. Meri ye fantasy aj puri kardo na Rajeev sir.

Aur main aisa hi karta hun. Woh toh mujhe bhi dress pehene nahi deti. Pallavi ko waise hi nangi hokar car men beth jati hai. Aur car drive karne ki zid karne lagti hai. Mujhe uski bat manni padti hai.

Main – Sach mein Pallavi sharm aur tumhara ab koi nata nahi. Maine ye nahi socha tha ki besharmi ki sare hade tum par kar dogi. Sach aj tak aisi koi trainee nahi ayi thi yahan.

Pallavi – Maine bhi nai socha tha sir. Par ye jawani ki tadap hi aisi hai. Ab toh main kuch bhi karne se nahi sharmayungi. Jo chahe karwalo sir.

Main – Accha hai. Client ke sath jo presentation hoga usme tumhe bohut acche number milenge. Accha ab jaldi challo.

Fir kya hum dono bikul nange hokar car mein ja rahe the. Kya fantasy thi Pallavi ki. Ab main usse apne upar bethakar usse apne lund par kudate hue drive karne ko kehta hun.

Meri ye bat sun woh bohut excited ho jati hai. Fir kya woh mere lund par uchal uchal kar chudwate hue car drive kar rahi hoti hai.

Pallavi – wah sir. Kya idea hai. Maine sapno mein bhi nahi socha tha ki kabhi aise nangi hokar chudai karwate hue car chala rahi hungi.

Hum waise hi nange hokar hostel pahunchte hai.

Pallavi – Rajeev sir. Mujhe aisi hi nangi apne goad mein uthakar le chalo na hostel ki room tak.

Main aisa hi karta hun. Main Pallavi koi apne goad mein utha hostel ki sidhiyon se usse le janne lagta hun. Kya din tha aj. Pallavi machalti hui nangi mere goad mein thi. Hum dono ke badan par kuch nahi tha. Main usse waise hi room tak le jata hun.

Woh ab mujhe wahan uske hostel mein rukne ko kehti hai. Main wahin uske hostel mein pura din bitata hun. Pura din hum bina kapdo ke bitate hai. Issi tarah Pallavi ki training ka time pura hota hai. Har din kisi na kissi tarah se woh naye naye kariko se apni chudai karwati hai.

Mujhe bohut maza a raha tha. Par ab Pallavi ke teen mahine pure honne wale the. Aur akhir din a jata hai. Jis din uska client ke sath presentation tha. Client ke 5 log office a chukke the aur hamari teeno traines ready the. Hum 3 TL aur boss ke sath woh 5 log the jinke samne teeno traines ko presentation deta tha.

Pehle Pallavi sabko teeno trainees ki lingeries mein apni photoshot dikhati hai. Jisme unke brand ke alag type ke bra, panty, babydolls wagera ke photots the. Unme se kuch un trainees ki photo bhi thi. Jo un clients ko bhi kafi achi lagi. Aur woh ab live un lingeries ko trainees ke badan par dekhna chahte the.

Aur hamnse sab trainess ko ek ek kar sarie lingerie try karne ko kaha. Takki client ushe usme dekh sakke. Sabse pehle ek sexy si lace lingerie mein Pallavi, Priya aur Jhoshna ati hai. Teeno kamal ki lag rahi thi un transparent si lace lingerie mein. Clients tali baza unka swagat karte hai.

Iske bad teeno ko ek sports bra aur shorts mein anna hotta hai. Jisme un teeno ka figure kya lag raha tha. Dekhte hi sabki niyat dol jaye. Aur akhir mein woh teeno ek se ek babydoll wali lingerie mein ati hai. Sab lingerie itni sexy thi ki.

Kuch dare aisi hi alag alag lingerie pehen teeno apne jism ki numaish karti hai. Aur client product dekh hamari tarif karte hai. Boss ab unko thanks bolta hai. Aur agge ek game khelne ke liye invite karta hai. Jisme 5 chit ek ek kar har kisko ek bowl mein se uthana tha.

Jo bhi challenge woh pick karenge woh trainees ko karna hoga. Un clients ko bhi pata tha ki challenge kuch bhi ho. Unhe in hasim makhmali jism ko chunne ka mauka jarur milega. Teeno trainees ki madmast jawani ka rass aj ye pinee wale the. Un clients ki excitement dekhne wali thi.

Fir kya ek client usme se ek chit uthata hai aur usme lika hota hai – “Sirf transparent babydoll pehen kar unki goad mein beth kar lap dance karna hai”. Ye dekh trainees thoda sharmati hai. Par unki jawani ke josh mein ye bat sun woh khuss bhi ho jate hai hai.

Fir kya teeno ek sexy si babydoll pehen kar wahin confeence room mein hi sexy sa dance challu karte hai. Sab client unki manmohak uttezak dance dekh pagal ho rahe hote hai. Main ab issare se Pallavi ko unke goad mein bethne ko kehta hun.

Fir kya sare traine ek ek kar unke goad mein beth kar dance karne lagte hai. Woh client ab unke jism ko charo taraf chu rahe the. Kuch deer aise hi unki goad mein bethne ke bad ab woh dusre challenge ke liye ready ho jate hai.

Trainees ke lap dance ke bad to woh clients aur sare TL un trainees ko nangi dekhne ke liye betab the. Ab dusra client ek aur chit uthata hai. Ab usme likha tha.

“Sirf lace lingerie aur white transparent saree pehen kar ana hai. Woh bhi bheega hua hona chahiye. Aur sab ek dusre ke badan use dress nikal kar ek dusre ko nangi karne ki koshish karenge. Jo pehle nangi ho gayi usse apni nange jism par sehad dalkar har ek ko chatana hoga.”

Ab toh room mein har koi excited tha. Ab toh teeno jawan jism apni jawani lootane ko tyar the. Fir kya tha teeno trainees ab bheega hui sare mein sabke samne thi.

Jaise hi main isara karta hun. Priya aur Jhoshna dono milkar Pallavi ke badan se uski sare nikalne ki koshsish karne lagte hai. Bichar Pallavi. Dono uske badan se uski sare phad dalta hai. Kya nazara tha teen sexy ladkiya ek dusre ko nangi karne mein tule the. Aur hum sab iska maza utha rahe the.

Pallavi ab sirf uski red bra panty mein thi. Pallavi ab kya kya bachati. Jhoshna ek taraf se uski bra kichti hai aur priya. Pallavi ki panty ko phad dalti hai. Pallavi dekhte dekhte sabke samnne nangi hoa chukki thi. Uske hi seheliyon ne sabke samne uske badan se uske kapde phad kar nangi kar diya tha.

Pallavi thora sochne lagti hai.

Jhoshna – Kya hua Pallavi tum har gayi ho. Ab jao sabko apne badan par se sahad chahto. Hum bhi dekhe tum kaise unhe apna jism chatwati ho.

Pallavi ko aise nangi dekh client ki halat kharab ho rahi thi. Upar se Pallavi ne apne nange badan par sehed dala aur table par sabke samne nangi let gayi.

Pallavi – Ao na sab dekho na. Mere badan par kaise sehad lagga hai. Dekhon toh zara kaise sab mere badan se iss sahad ko chahte hai.

Pallavi ki baten sun sab tadap uthte hai. Aur Pallavi ke badan par toot padte hai. Pallavi machalti hui. Sishakti hui sabse se apni choot chatwati hai.

Iss tarh se ab hum sab teesre challenge ki aur badhte hai. Pehle 2 challenge meiin hi Pallavi nangi hokar apni choot chatwa chukki thi.

Ab jaise hi teesra challenge nikalta hai. Main aur khush ho jata hun.

“Ab unhe apni sports bra aur shorts pehen beach par race lagani thi. Fir beach par apni sports bra aur shorts utar kar conference room mein anna tha. Jo bhi last mein ayega. Woh race har jayega. Aur harne walle ko ek anjane jagah par hi ankhon mein pati band strip dance karna tha.”

Ab ye challenge sun sabke hosh udd gaye the. Kyunki jo bhi harta usse anjan logon ke bich nangi hokar strip dance karna tha. Par ab kya tha challenge toh puri karni thi.

Toh sabne apni sports bra aur gym dress pehen liya. Aur race suru hui sab bich par gaye aur jaise hi race challu hui priya aur Jhoshna ne chalaki ki. Undono ne hi apni bra aur shorts utarne ki jagah phad dalli aur waise hi nangi daudti hui conference room mein a gayi. Pallavi fir se har chukki thi.

Main – Ye kya kiya Pallavi har gayi. Ab iski saja toh aj rat mein milegi. Jab hum yahan se jayenge.

Ab chothe challenge ki bari thi. “Aur akhir kar teeno trainees ko isme ek ek client se chudai karni thi. Jisne bhi sabse last mein client ka pani nikala woh har gaya. Jo bhi harega. Usse sirft apne chuchion par pasties aur apni choot par g string dal kar mal mein jana tha. Aur lingerie paehen wapas ana tha.”

Pallavi – Hey bhagwan ye kaisa challenge hai. Jo hara uski toh public mein jism ki numaish ho jayegi.

Teeno jaldi se akar client ko apni choot shoup dete hai. Fir kya tha. Sab paglon ki tarah teeno traines ki chudai challu karte hai. Ek sath teeno traines ko aise client se chudte dekh teeno TL ko bura lag raha tha. Par maza bhi a raha tha. Par iss bar Pallavi ki kismat acchi thi. Aur Pallavi ke sath sath Jhoshna dono ne ek sath hi client ka pani nikal diya.

Main – Ye kya huya. Ab toh dono ko hi mail mein jana hoga. Challo Pallavi is bar ye akele nahi karna padega.

Panchva aur akri chit mein jo likha tha. Woh toh sabse khatarnak tha. “Club mein branch ki launch par ek game hogga. Sabko ek dhage ka buddle diya jayega. Aur 10-minute mein usse kuch toh banna hai jisse apni choot aur chuchiyon ko chuppa sakke.

Fir waise hi caltwalk karna hai model ki tarah. Jiski bi bani dress sabko sabse kharap lagi woh har jayega. Usse fir apni dress utar phekni hai sabke samne aur pole dane karna hai.”

Fir kya akhri task karne ke liye hameein rat tak ka intezar karna tha. Teeno trainee ab island se bahar ja rahe the. Unhone sabko bye kiya. Par unka challenge abhi baki tha.

Hamene teeno ke ankhon par pati bandhi aur unhe neend ko goli khila di. Taki unhe patta na chale hum kahan ja rahe hai.

Ab Pallavi ki strip dance karne ka time a chukka tha. Hum ek cruise ship se hi ja rahe the. Clients aur maine decide kiya ki Pallavi ko yahin apni strip dance karne ko kehenge.

Palalvi ko uthata hun. Aur usse swiming pool ke pass le ata hun. Wahan par ek bar thi. Aur log daru pikar enjoy kar rahe the. Kuch 15-20 log wahan par the.

Main – Pallavi challo ab tumhari har ki sajja milegi. Yahin ankhon mein pati band kar tumhe apni strip dance karni hai.

Woh toh khushi jhoom uthi aur music bazte hi woh dance challu karti hai. Usne sirf apni sports bra ke upar ek shirt peh rakha tha aur ek leggings pehna tha.

Jaise hi music baza woh apni shirt utar phekti hai. Aur muzic ki dhoon par nachte hue apni leggings bhi utar deti hai. Usse thoda sa nind ki dawayi ka asar bhi tha. Woh sports bra aur uski woh ping panty. Uff kya dikh rahi thi.

Sab ko hamne pehle hi awaz karne se mana kar diya tha. Agar Pallavi ko nangi dekhna hai toh koi awaz nahi karega. Tabho woh khud ane kapde khol kar phek deggi.

Woh aise hi karti hai. Woh trainees bhi ye dekh rahe the. Fir kya thi 2 second mein uski bra aur panty dono zameen par paddi thi. Uske badan par bass woh ankhon ki pati thi. Jaise hi woh nangi hotti hai. Sab tali baza kar khusi se jhoom uthte hai.

Pallavi jaise hi apne ankhon ki pati kholti hai. Woh sharm se pani pani ho jati hai. Itne sare logon ke beech woh puri tarah nangi thi.

Woh apne hatohon se apni chuchi aur choot ko chupane ki kosish karti hai par kya fyada sabne pahle hi usse nangi dekh liya tha. Woh ghabrakar jaise hi piche jati hai. Toh pool mein gir jati hai. Aur uska nanga badan pani mein bheeg jat hai.

Fir kya uski dekha dekhi baki sare log bhi pool mein khud jate hai. Sab ab uske Pallavi ke nange jism ko chunne ko tadap rahe the. Koi piche se usko pakadta toh koi uski chuchion ko dabata. Sab uske nange jism se khel rahe teh.

Pallavi na nai kehti par woh kahan manne wale the. Woh sabko apne choot dene ko majboor thi. Ab woh unhe nahi rokti. Fir kya tha. Sabka hosla aur badh jata hai. Woh ab Pallavi ke bheege badan ko chaat chat kar khanne lagte hai. Pallavi nangi hokar itne sare loogon se apni chudai karwa rahi thi.

Koi agge se usse chodta toh koi piche se. 3-4 log ek sath uske badan par toot pade the. Aur Pallavi chikhne ki awaz pur cruise mein a rahi thi. Usse pagalon ki tarah sab kha rahe the. Aur woh maze se sabko apni choot de rahi thi. Uska machalna nanga badan sabko pagal kar raha tha.

Woh jor jor se chilati hui apni chudai ka maza le rahi thi. Sab Pallavi ko apne muth se hi nehla dete hai. Dar rat tak uski thukai chalti rehti hai. Woh trainees bhi ab khud ko control nahi kar pate hai. Aur woh bhi apni dress utar phekte hai. Teeno jawan jism wahan sabki vasna ki bhook mitane ko bekarar thi.

Pallavi ki chudai ki awaz sun 10-12 log aur a jate hai. Aur sab milkar tamsabke samnne hi teeno tranees ki jam kar chudai karte hai. Clients bhi behti ganga mein hath dhoo lete hai. Un sabko bhi teeno apni choot bula bulakar chatwati hai.

Main un sabki chudai ki video banna raha tha. Woh crusie par sex party ka maza sabne loota tha. Agle din hum sab goa pahunch jate hai. Wahan hamne ek club book kar rakha tha. Ab woh teeno ki akhri challenge wahin par honna tha.

Wahan club mein kuch 30-40 log the aur lingerie brand ki nayi series launch start hoti hai. Akhir mein teeno ki game challu hoti hai. Pallavi, Priya aur Jhoshna ko ek dhage ka bundle de dete hai.

Timer challu hotta hai. 10 minute mein unhe kuch toh banna tha jisse unki izat dhakh sake. Par sab pareshan the. Sirf dhage se kya karte woh. Woh log bass dakhe ko modkar kisi tarh se kuch bannae ki kosish karte hai. Priya kishi tarah apne nipple ko dhakne layak ek bra jaise shape mein khuch banati hai.

Aur panty bhi bhi pas kisi tarah uske choot ko chuppa rahi thi. Kehne ko woh puri nangi hi thi. Pallavi aur Jhoshna ka bhi yehi hal tha. Fir kya tha. Un teeno ka time khatam ho jata hai. Aur main teeno ko model ki tarah catwalk karene ko kehta hun.

Light on hoti hai. Aur ek ek kar sabhi waise hi catwalk karti hui stage par ati hai. Un teeno ko dekh kar sabke hosh udd jate hai. Woh teeno ke badan par bass kuch dahage hi toh the. Sab unhe chunne ko pagal ho rahe the.

Ab bari voting ki ati hai. Aur Pallavi ki har hoti hai. Fir kya tha. Woh janti thi kya karna hai. Woh apni chooti si dress sabke samne utar phekti hai. Uski dress ko pakadne ke liye sab daud padte hai.

Woh puri nangi hokar sabke bich khadi thi. Ab woh waise hi nangi pole dance karne lagti hai. Par ab kaun bhala rukne wala tha. Sab Pallavi ke sath dance karne ko daud padte hai.

Fir kya tha Pallavi ki jawani ab un sabke rahmon karam par thi. Club mein khuleam ab uski chudai hoanna tai tha. Pallavi ko woh sab milkar gangbang karte hai. Pallavi ki kuch dino mein itni chudai hui thi ki usse ab dar anhi tha. Woh khushi khushi sabke lund par khudte hue apni choot thukwa rhai thi.

Woh log alag alga kartike se usse chod rahe the. Koi usse pool table par leta kar uski chudai karta toh koi uss goad mein utha kar. Main bhi sabke sath milkar usse chodta hun. Jaise hi main usse chodta hun sabke samne. Toh main usse yad dilat hun ki kiss tarah usne mere upar woh magazine phek mari thi.

Main – Kyun Pallavi interview mein kiss tarah ghamand mein tumne mujh par woh maganize mari thi yad hai? Aur aj dekho kaise puri nangi hokar sabse apni gang bang karwa rahi ho. Tumahra ye ghamand aj maine kaise tar tar kar diya hai. Kaise beshramon ki tarah sabko apni choot de rahi ho. Ye sab bas tumhara ghammand thodne ke liye the.

Main – Ao sab bhailog. Dekho iss kaise chudwane ke liye mari ja rahi hai. Sab rulakar choodo isse. Yehi iski aukad hai.

Mere muh se aisi baten sun Pallavi dang reh jati hai. Uss yekin hi nahi hotta.

Meeri ye baten sun uske woh apni ankhen jhokka leti hai. Toh iss tarah Pallavi ka ghamand toota hai. Aur mera badla pura hotta hai.

Dear viewers, story ke pehle part mein aapne dekha ki kaise hum ek open minded family mein rehte hai. Story mein bahut kuch bilkul real hai, aur thoda bahut fiction. Aap email pe ya comment mein pooch sakte hai ki story ka kon sa part bilkul real tha, aur kon sa fiction. Chaliye ab aage badhte hai.

Eid se ek din pehle ghar ki ladies ne mehandi lagwani thi. Sab ladies ne subha-subha hi parlour se mehandi lagwa li. Kyunki baad mein rush ho jayega, isliye mehandi lagwa ke ghar aa gayi.

Yameena ne washroom jana tha. Usne mujhe request ki ki main uski help karu. Main fir uske sath washroom chala gaya. Uske hatho pe mehandi lagi hui thi. Maine uski salwar utaar di. Usne peshaab kiya, aur mujhe kaha ki wash kar do.

Maine paani se wash kiya aur apne hath se achi tarah clean kar diya. Maine apni dono fingers uski phuddi mein achi tarah andar tak daal ke wash kar diya.

Fir maine kaha: Ab salwar utaar hi di hai, to dobara na pehno.

Usne kaha: Theek hai.

Thodi der baad Kiran ko peshaab aa gaya. Maine room mein hi uski salwar utaar ke rakh di. Washroom jaake uske zehan mein ek dare aaya.

Usne kaha: Bhai kya aap mera peshaab taste kar sakte ho?

Maine dare accept kiya aur apna muh uski phuddi ke paas le gaya. Usne peshaab shuru kiya. Garam-garam peshaab mere muh mein jaa raha tha, jisko main bahut enjoy kar raha tha. Fir uski phuddi zubaan se chaat-chaat ke saaf ki, aur paani use nahi kiya, aur washroom se baahar aa gaye. Ab uski salwar bhi utri hui thi.

Fir Naheed aur Faiza ki phuddi bhi peshaab ke baad wash kar di, aur un dono ne bhi salwar dobara nahi pehni. End pe ammi ko peshaab karwaya. Ammi ko wash karne ke dauran mera poora hath kalayi tak phuddi ke andar chala gaya tha. Ammi ne bhi salwar dobara nahi pehni.

Fir achanak light chali gayi. Garmi ke maare saari ladies ne mujhe kaha ki unki kameez aur bra utaar du, jiske baad meri saari sisters aur ammi bilkul nangi hoke baith gayi aur mehandi sukhane lagi. Tab main bhi saare kapde utaar ke nanga hoke baith gaya kyunki garmi bahut thi.

Achanak darwaze pe doorbell hui, to maine Kiran se kaha: Aap jaake poocho kon hai. Lekin open na karna (kyunki wo bilkul nangi thi).

Wo door pe gayi aur poocha: Kon hai?

Reply aaya: Aapka hamsaya.

Is dauran door achanak open hua (kyunki door lock nahi tha) aur hamsaya andar aa gaya. Ab Kiran bilkul nangi uske saamne khadi thi, aur wo Kiran ke 38″ size boobs aur shaved pussy ko bilkul clear dekh raha tha. Kiran ko kuch samajh nahi aaya wo kya kare. Lekin hamsaya discharge ho gaya tha aur uski geeli salwar bilkul clear thi. Wo chup karke wapas chala gaya.

Ab ammi ko tatti aa gayi jo maine wash karni thi, kyunki ammi ke hatho pe mehandi lagi hui thi. Ammi ne mujhe wash karne ke liye bulaya aur kaha-

Ammi: Finger daal ke bund ko achi tarah wash kar do.

Maine finger daali to meri 4 fingers bund ke hole mein chali gayi. Maine bund ko achi tarah wash kar diya. Baari-baari sab ne tatti ki, aur maine har ek ko 2 fingers bund mein daal ke achi tarah wash kiya.

Lekin Faiza ki bund mein ek bhi finger nahi jaa rahi thi, kyunki uski bund bahut tight thi. Maine uski bund pe coconut oil se massage kiya, aur fir ek-ek karke apni 3 fingers usme daal di. Fir achi tarah wash kar diya. Is dauran darwaze pe fir bell hui.

Ammi boli: Main dekhti hu.

Ammi ne samjha abbu aaye the, aur pooche bagair hi door open kar diya. Is baar doodh wala aaya tha, jo ammi ko dekh ke chaunk gaya. Kyunki ammi bilkul nangi uske saamne khadi thi. Wo ammi ke jumbo size boobs aur king size bund ko gaur se dekh raha tha.

Fir wo mazaak se bola: Baji aapke to apne mumme itne bade hai ki aapko to mujhse doodh lene ki zaroorat hi nahi hai.

Ammi bhi mazaak se boli: Bhai aap aake mera doodh nikaal diya karo na.

Wo hass ke bola: Baji kyun nahi.

Aur ammi ke mumme ko hath se touch karke check karne lag gaya. Fir main baahar aaya to wo wapas chala gaya.

Ab doorbell hui to Faiza ne darwaza khol diya. Arre ye kya, khala apni poori family ke sath eid ki mubarak dene aa chuki thi. Khala ke 2 bete aur 2 betiyan hai. Beto ki umar 15-26, aur betiyon ki umar 20 aur 22 hai.

Khala ne surprise diya tha, lekin hum sab kyunki nange the, isliye hum preshaan ho gaye the. Khala ki betiyan mera khada lund dekh ke laal ho rahi thi.

Tab khala ne kaha: Koi baat nahi. Agar aap sab nange hai to hum sab bhi kapde utaar denge, taaki aap log comfortable feel kare.

Aur khala aur khalu ne gate pe hi kapde utaar diye. Khala ki age 45 saal hai, aur mumme bhi 38″ size ke. Khala ka color black hai. Lekin nangi hoke khala ki body aag laga rahi thi. Sab drawing room mein aa gaye. Lekin khala ki betiyan sharam ke maare saamne nahi aa rahi thi.

Fir unko towel lapet ke baithne ki permission mil gayi. Khalu ka lund full hard ho chuka tha, aur 8 inch lamba tha. Unke beto ke lund bhi 6-6 inch lambe the. Fir mere abbu bhi aa gaye, aur sab ki tarah wo bhi nange ho gaye. Ab tak sab ki mehandi dry ho chuki thi. Sab ne hath dho liye, aur drawing room mein chand raat celebrate karne lage. Fir hum sub ne dare game khelna shuru kar diya.

Hamne dare game mein naam ki parchi nikaalte the. Pehli parchi pe jo name hota wo dare perform karta, aur doosri parchi pe jiska name hota wo dare suggest karta. Pehli parchi pe khala ki beti ka name nikla, aur doosri parchi pe mera. Maine simple dare diya ki towel khol do, aur usne sharmate hue towel khol diya.

Uff, what a beauty. Khala ki beti jisko main like bhi karta tha, wo mere saamne bilkul nangi khadi thi. 36 size mumme, badi bund, safed phuddi. Wow, kya baat hai.

Usko dekh ke uski behan ne khud hi towel khol diya, aur ab drawing room mein kisi ke jism pe koi ek kapda bhi nahi tha.

Fir kya hua, ye next part mein.

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