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This happened when I was around thirteen. Then I lived with my parents in the outskirts of an unimportant district of Kerala. My father ran a small tea-shop and my mother helped him in the business. Though I was their only child, I was not much spoilt. I was not bad in my studies and frequently stood first in my class. I was very obedient to my parents. Since they were fairly educated people, they knew well the value of good education and, though it was beyond their means, they were sending me to an English medium school in a nearby town. Looking back, I think that we were a happy family, though poor, and were envied by all our neighbors. Our troubles started when my father fell ill suddenly and died. He was in the habit of drinking toddy once in a while, but of late, probably because of the sudden heavy losses in running the tea-shop due to the appearance of a restaurant across the road, he had started drinking more frequently. Early one evening, his condition got so worse that we had to rush him to a hospital. The doctors said that his condition was very critical. He died after remaining bedridden for some weeks. After his death, my mother gathered herself together very quickly and tried to run our tea-shop alone. But she soon found out that she could not do it on her own. I suggested to her that I could stop going to school and give her a hand in the tea-shop. But she would not allow that, even though our financial conditions were fast becoming from bad to worse. During my father’s long illness, we had to borrow heavily from our friends and relatives. They were now coming to our house almost everyday and demanding their money back. We were in a desperate situation.

It was during this time that a woman in our neighborhood told my mother that an old couple in our locality was looking for a servant-woman who could do all the household work and take care of them by staying with them in their house. My mother and I went to see this old couple. We found that they were in their early sixties. The old man, who was called Vasu, was a retired school-teacher. His wife’s name was Parvathiamma. They had a son and a daughter who were now married and were settled in different places. When my mother expressed the desire to work in their house Vasu and Parvathiamma asked her if she had any previous experience of working as a servant-woman. My mother told them that she had the experience of running a tea-shop for more than ten years. This seemed to satisfy them and they were ready to take my mother in as the servant-woman of their house. They warned her that she would have to do all the work alone, and without any complaints. My mother agreed.

Thus we started a new life. To clear all our debts, my mother sold the tea-shop and our house and we moved into the house of this old couple. It was not a big house. It was a rather old-fashioned one. We were given a small room beside the kitchen to live in. The old couple seemed to be good people. Parvathiamma was initially a little reserved with my mother. But when she saw that my mother was a good-natured and hard-working woman, she became quite attached to her. The old woman was the talkative type, but she was ill most of the time and so my mother had to take good care of her. Vasu, on the other hand, was a quiet man. He hardly opened his mouth in the house. Since he had been a school-teacher, I would often take his help with my lessons. He would help me usually, but sometimes, if he was not feeling like it, he would shoo we away. The old couple did not have many visitors in their house, therefore they valued our company very much. One frequent visitor to the house was a man called Raghu. He lived in a nearby village and came to the house once or twice a week to do odd jobs. He was a tall and stout fellow with a very dark complexion. He liked to talk and chew betel. The old man and woman rarely allowed him to enter the house. Whenever he came, he was given a number of tasks like chopping fire-wood, digging the ground around the coconut trees, mending the roof, so on and so forth. He was punctual most of the time, and when he was not punctual the old woman would scold him. He seemed like a friendly person to me. I liked to watch him work and he seemed to like to talk with me. He would tell me about his village, the festivals there, his wife and his many quarrels with her. My mother also liked to talk with him. She one day told him our story, about my father and our little tea-shop. He was a good listener and he listened to her as he chopped wood. He addressed my mother as “chechi”, meaning, and elder sister.

Most of what my mother earned as salary was spent on my education. Often it was not enough. Sometimes when I asked for money to buy books or other things she would go and borrow from the old couple. Vasu would show readiness to help immediately. But the old woman would initially show some reluctance, but eventually she would give in. She would tell my mother that the borrowed amount would be cut from her next month’s salary. But often my mother would get the full salary itself; the old woman would ask her to forget the money she had borrowed. The old woman was kind to my mother in many other ways also. Often, when her son or daughter visited the house and brought presents, she would give something or the other to my mother. I used to wonder why she was being so kind to us. But soon Parvathiamma was to ask something from my mother in return for all the kindness she was showering on us.

One day I was in my room studying for my exams. My mother was in the kitchen. Parvathiamma came to the kitchen and struck up a conversation with my mother. At first I was not paying any attention to what she was talking. Then when I realized that she was discussing Vasu’s sex life, I naturally began to listen attentively. The old woman was saying that in his youth her husband had been rather shy. He had not taken much interest in sexual activities. It was only during the later years of their married life that he began to show a keen desire for sex. After their children had grown up, Parvathiamma had little desire for sex, but Vasu, on the other hand, had started craving for flesh so much that her disinterest in the subject angered him. At that time he had quite openly expressed to her about his hidden lusts, often embarrassing her with his statements. She would laugh at him and this would make him more frustrated. And once, the old woman told my mother, he said to me that he wished to see me in the arms of another man. He would love to watch it, he said, another man making love to his wife. Parvathiamma laughed loudly when she said this to my mother. My mother was clearly embarrassed. She tried to pass it off with a few remarks of exclamation and embarrassment.

Parvathiamma sadly commented now, as if to herself, that the old man had surely failed to enjoy himself during his youth. And now, in his old age he was showing a wild interest in sex which, she said, was very unbecoming of him. She said again that she felt pity for the poor man because he had failed to see all the colors of life during his “best times”.

” What can I do?” she told my mother. “At my age I cannot satisfy his hunger. Moreover, he does no desire me at all. I feel sorry for him.”

Here she paused. Then she said to my mother, “But, Sunandini, you can help him.” There was another pause, during which I know that my mother must have looked at her in a puzzled manner.

Then she told my mother in very plain words that she could help the old man by having sex with him!

My heart was beating wildly when heard this. I waited with abated breath to see how my mother was going to react. She was undoubtedly shocked, just like me. There was silence for a few seconds from her part. Then she tried to laugh it of as a joke. But she realized quickly that the old woman was serious, and she grew silent.

“What do you say, Sunandini?” asked Parvathiamma in a gentle voice, when my mother remained silent for a long time.

“I… I don’t know what to say, Parvathiamma,” stammered my mother. She sounded utterly confused.

“Think about it,” said the old woman. “Think about it for a moment. What do you have to lose?”

A deep silence prevailed in the kitchen for a while. Then I heard my mother tell Parvathiamma in an apologetic manner that she could not even think of doing such a thing, that it was a sin and the gods would never forgive her.

To my amazement the old woman became quite angry. She reminded my mother of the many times that she had helped her. She called my mother a thankless woman and suddenly started to cry. She told my mother that she was ready to fall on her feet like a beggar.

“I can’t bear to see him suffer”, she said, weeping. “That’s why I’m begging you. He could never go with an outside woman, because then somehow people will know. You live in our house. You are not an outsider. So there is no danger of anybody finding out. Besides, at his age do you think that he will be very demanding? Just let him hold you once in a while. That’s all.” She kept on talking like this, obstinately, angrily, beseechingly.

“Don’t forget,” she told my mother. “One word from me and you and your son will be thrown out of this house in no moment.”

“Aiyo, Parvathiamma, don’t talk like that,” said my mother. “I and my son will be ever thankful to you and sar.”

“Then , this is how you show your gratitude?”

My mother began to cry. Maybe she was hurt when the old woman called her thankless.

“You will say yes to my request or not?” asked Parvathiamma, as if for the last time. The tone of her voice was very threatening.

A brief pause. Then with my own ears I heard my mother say a weak yes!

Parvathiamma was overjoyed. She thanked my mother again and again.

Then she said, almost in a teasing manner, “Shall I send him to your room tonight, after Hari is asleep?”

My mother did not reply.

“Shall I?”

“Aiyo…tonight?”

“Yes. He cannot wait any longer.”

As a teenager, at that time, I had already started experimenting with sex. I used to talk a lot about sex with my friends and we also used to watch a lot of adult movies in the local theatres. But none of us – at least, not me – had ever seen a blue film. It was my greatest desire to see a blue film. My mother was in her late thirties at that time. She was thirty-eight, I think. She was a very beautiful woman with a wheaty complexion and a body which was the dream of every man. At my age I was very much aware of the sensuality of her body. Since we shared a single room, it was impossible for me to turn a blind eye to her voluptuous figure. I used to feel very guilty whenever I found myself eying at her large breasts, her midriff, and her deep navel. But she was not at all aware of my feelings. She thought that I was still a small kid. Sometimes she would change her sari standing right in front of me. And I already knew that Vasu had an eye on her. Although he hardly talked with her, I had so many times seen him gazing at her body longingly. He would hide behind his newspaper and ogle at her as she moved around the house with her work. Once I was in his room and he was helping me with a problem in mathematics. My mother was there, atop a stool. She was cleaning the ceiling fan. To reach the fan, she had to stand on her toes and stretch her arms up straight. Every time her arms went up, her sari would be lifted and her navel would come into view. All the time she was there the old man had kept on glancing at her unashamedly. And every time he glanced, his blood would rush up to his face. In another instance, I caught him staring at my mother through the kitchen window. She was in the backyard, washing clothes. Her sari had slid off her shoulder, revealing the tops of her heavy boobs seen through the low neckline of her blouse. And Vasu’s eyes were simply feasting

That night mother was very silent. She was very thoughtful while we were having our dinner in the kitchen. After eating, we entered our room. There were two cots in the room, put close together. The room was so small that the two cots covered a large portion of the floor. The cots made an “L” shape; I slept on the cot laid against the wall that separated the kitchen from our room and she on the one next to the window. The window opened into the backyard of the house where there was a tiny coconut grove and a well.

I lay down. She also lay down after switching off the light.

“Hari, have you studied everything for your exam tomorrow?” she asked me now.

“Yes, amma,” I replied.

Then silence fell in our room. The window was open and silvery moonlight was flooding into the room through the space above the curtain. I was not going to sleep. My young mind was almost bursting with anticipation and excitement. I waited, counting the seconds, controlling the great urge to toss and turn on my cot. Time seemed to suddenly stand still and I just got on becoming more and more impatient.

The clock in the drawing room of the house struck ten. A moment later Vasu knocked at the door and called my mother’s name softly.

My mother sat up. She looked at me. I did not move a muscle. I was lying wide awake with one arm placed on my forehead. She could not see my eyes. But I was afraid that she might hear my rapid heartbeats. When she felt sure that I was asleep, she got up. She stood in the center of the room and adjusted her sari. Vasu called her again. She looked at the door undecidedly for a while. Then taking a firm step forward, she opened the door.

From where I lay I could not see Vasu. But I could see the nervous way in which my mother looked at him and then looked down at the floor.

“Hari is asleep?” I heard him ask her, almost in a whisper. It was difficult say whether he had asked a question or made a statement.

“Um”, she said.

There was a brief silence.

Then the old man said, “I am unable to sleep. It is awfully hot in my room. I’ll sit here for a while here.” So saying, he gently brushed past her.

When Vasu saw me, he frowned, as if he had not expected me to be here. He stood beside my mother’s cot, looking at me a little nervously, and then shifted his gaze out of the window, at the moonlit coconut grove. My mother just stood at the door. I noticed that she was breathing very heavily, as if she had been running. Her face was a sudden whirlwind of emotions. Then, all at once, she stepped forward and fell upon the old man’s feet.

“I am a poor woman, sar,” she said as she burst into tears. “Please…”

Vasu was not ready for this. He was almost panic stricken for a moment. He glanced at me in alarm.

“What are you doing!” he exclaimed. He stepped back, away from her. “Get up…get up. Don’t make so much noise here…your son will wake up…”

“Please…” My mother kept on trying to hold his feet and she would not stop crying.

“I said don’t make noise,” said the old man, irritated, very much like a teacher in a noisy class. He glanced in my direction again and again.

“Sar, I beg you…please…”

Vasu now bent down and desperately caught hold of her shoulders. He tried to bring her to her feet. She stood up slowly, her cheeks wet with tears, her face contorted, as if she was in pain. She kept on crying, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. He stood holding her, looking at her, perhaps suddenly finding it hard to believe that he was so close to her, that she was in his arms. He kept on gazing at her, his mouth slightly open, as if mesmerized by the sensuality of her face. He looked at her quivering lips, her full cheeks, and her soft chin. He slowly looked down at her bosom where her sari had slid away slightly, showing the tops of her large tits. My mother very large tits. They were so large that she was literally embarrassed of them. She was in the habit of wearing her sari wrapped around her shoulders to hide their enormous size. They were so large that they would be the first things anybody – especially men – would notice about her. In between her crying, she suddenly became aware of where Vasu was looking. She quickly stepped back and adjusted her sari. The old man now looked at her arse. She was standing a little sideways to him, and when my mother stood sideways her large arse stood out very prominently. It was broad and well-rounded. It was pure heaven to watch her big arse jiggle as she moved around the house. Vasu’s mouth watered. He gulped and looked at this sex goddess whom he longed to take into his arms and… She wiped her face with her sari and looked at him through a corner of her eye. He gulped. She was a beautiful woman, fair-skinned, healthy and with a very sexy face. Sometimes just watching her lips move used to give me a hard-on.

The old man sighed and he suddenly sat down on my mother’s cot. He looked in my direction, vaguely lost in thought. Then he said, “Sunandini, I am not going to hurt you. I promise.” She just kept standing there with her eyes fixed on the floor, her cheeks still moist from her crying. “I just wanted to talk to you,” he told her, his eyes shifting between her huge tits and her big, sexy arse. He sighed again. It was a hot night. He had started to sweat. He kept quite for a while. And then, as if he had been gathering his courage all that time, he said, “If you come and sit her…close to me…for a while, I will go away. Just for while.” His voice was shaking.

She stiffened visibly when she heard this, and she began to breathe rapidly, as if she was going to burst into a fresh torrent of tears. She gazed at him and caught the imploring expression on his face.

“Sunandini,” he whispered. “Please…”

She turned her face away from him, her mind in turmoil. She was well aware that Vasu had been good to her ever since she had come to live in this house. He had helped her so many times. And in return if she… No, no…she could not bring her to even think about it. Her fingers kept tugging at a corner of her sari unconsciously.

She looked at me. I was barely breathing.

“Sar,” she said slowly, “this is not proper…”

“Who will come to know of this? Not a single soul.”

“But…”

She bit her lips, her eyes shut tightly, teardrops still forming at the corners. What was she thinking? Maybe she was thinking about what Parvathiamma had said to her in the kitchen: “Just let him hold you once in a while”. And, how that old woman had threatened to throw her and her son out of the house if she did not do what she wanted her to do. Her son. He was a bright lad. It was important that he should continue with his studies.

She looked at the old man. He patted upon the cot. He said, “Come, sit here. Just for a while. And then I will go away.”

“Sar, Hari will wake up,” said my mother.

“We will not make any noise.”

She took in a deep breath. In her mind she realized that perhaps this was the only solution to the whole matter. Maybe, if she just sat down with this old man for a few moments he would go away. She once again looked at me.

Then she started to step towards him. But Vasu said to her, “Close that door first.”

The interruption seemed to make her undecided again. But she slowly headed for the door. I watched the old man look lustily at her behind. She bolted the door and slowly came and sat down upon the cot. She sat close to the old man, close but not touching. He seemed to relax a bit. He looked at her.

His sex goddess. In flesh and blood, and so close to him. My god! He was drawing his knees together, as if already he was having an erection.

Vasu said, “Sunandini, I know that you are always worried about your son’s education.”

He moved closer to her, so that their shoulders and thighs touched. She stiffened, but she did no move away. She just sat there, her sari wrapped around her tightly, as if it was a fortress, and her eyes more interested on the pale floor of the room. A short, dull laugh unconsciously escaped the old man’s lips. He was so much filled with excitement.

He brought his mouth close to her face and breathed, “From today, whatever you need for him, just ask me. Okay?”

She did not say anything. She moved her face slightly away from him, as if he had bad breath. But he was not really interested in what he was saying or how she had to respond. All his attention was on her sexy lips, her round tits…

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Um” she nodded now, feeling very uncomfortable because she was well aware of where he was looking.

Then the old man said, “Ever since I saw you…I have been…”

He was unable to complete his sentence. Suddenly he caught hold of her hand.

She tried to pull it away at first, then she let him have it. He squeezed it gently, looking at it like a child with a new toy. He laughed again, a short triumphant laugh. A lusty laugh. “Sar…,” she whispered for no reason at all. “Why are you so afraid, Sunandini?” Vasu asked. He lifted her hand and kissed it. “Aiyo!” she said. She glanced at him and then looked away. He kissed her hand again. Then, even as I looked, Vasu gently guided her hand to his loins. Shocked, she withdrew her hand with a jerk and looked away from him. He slowly extended his left arm around her shoulders and held her tightly. “Sar!” she exclaimed.

“Please…” he whispered into her ear, “don’t get up”. And then, with his other hand he slowly parted his mundu to reveal a big, half-erect cock. It looked like a large banana. Through the corner of her eye she saw what he had done and she turned her face away even more. She tried to stand up but he held her down with his one hand. Vasu was a strong man. Even at this age, whenever Raghu was unavailable, he would chop wood, a work in which I was not very skilled. “Please…” he begged. My mother sat stiffly. He caught hold of her hand again. She tried in vain to pull it away. He very slowly brought it to his penis. She cried out lightly when her fingers touched his large organ, as if his it was red hot. She tried her best to free her hand from his grip. Now he used both his hands and, after a short tug-of-war, he made her hold his cock. “Please…” he said like a very desperate beggar. He did not leave her hand. He knew that if he did, she would immediately withdraw it. She did not say anything. She was sweating hard and the shocked expression would not leave her face. He begged again. She shook her head. Without looking at him, as if in a dream, she said, “Hari might wake up, sar.”

“He is fast asleep, Sunandini. He won’t wake up if we don’t make any noise.” She bit her lips and rolled her eyes, as if she was unable to think clearly. Then with my own eyes I saw my mother’s fingers gently tighten around Vasu’s big cock. But she did not turn her face around to look at him or his penis. She sat very stiffly, all the time her face turned towards the wall. Vasu seemed to be feeling dizzy. He left her hand very slowly, and with drunken eyes, he gazed at her hand holding his cock one its own. And the cock – big as it was – was getting more and more erect by the second. He tightened his grip around her shoulder, drawing her closer to him. He sat and for a long time he gazed her hand holding his cock. She was holding it loosely, almost as if she was afraid of crumbling it if she held it tightly. And then, even as he looked, my mother started moving her hand up and down, stroking his big cock very, very gently. He shut his eyes, relaxing completely, and breathed, “This is all I want…Sunandini…this is all I want.” Up and down, up and down, went her hand. Very gently. But she was actually holding his cock for namesake only, rubbing it with just the “O” of her thumb and index finger. My god! What am I seeing! I thought to myself. By the expression on her face you could see that she was not liking it one bit. She was taking it all in like a very awful tasting medicine which she wanted to gulp down as fast as possible. Perhaps she was thinking that the sooner she satisfied him, the earlier he would leave.

As she continued to rub him, he withdrew his arm from her shoulder and sat back, planting his palms behind him on the cot. He just watched her hand do the work. She sat stiffly all the time, not daring to turn her face and look at his organ. But after a while I realized that she was gazing at it from the corner of her eye. This rubbing went on for almost ten minutes. Then, she suddenly grew restless and stopped moving her hand. She said, “Madi, sar. Enough. Hari might wake up.” She could not take it any more. He shook his head impatiently. “No, no,” he said. “You go on…don’t stop now…” She sat undecidedly for a while. Then she whispered to him, “Shall we go into the kitchen?” I wondered with a sudden panic whether she had seen that I was awake. Or had I made some unconscious movements of my body? I was myself having an erection under my lungi which was getting more and more uncomfortable. Vasu’s whole body was tense. Maybe he was on the verge of an ejaculation. His eyes were shut tight and he was totally drenched in sweat. “Don’t stop now…” he seemed to mutter. With a feverish movement, he threw his arms around my mother. “Aiyo, sar!” she exclaimed. She left his penis and started to get up. But she could not get up, for the old man was too strong for her.

He grabbed her huge tits in his palms. With a cry, my mother caught hold of his wrists and tried to push his hands away, but he was too strong for her. She kept on trying to stand up, but he held her in place. He dug his nose under her thick, straight hair and started kissing her neck, at the same time he started kneading her huge boobs very roughly. Quite thrilled, I watched how his strong palms were squeezing her round, melon-sized tits. Her sari had slid down her shoulders and I could see how, every time he squeezed, the tops of her boobs swelled out through the low neckline of her tight blouse like balloons.

“Sar…let me go…please…” Tears welled up in her eyes again.

They were struggling with each other now, their breathing heavy, the cot creaking wildly.

“Ssshhh! Calm down,” he warned her. “Your son will wake up.”

“Please…sar…”

As I said, Vasu was a really strong man. He lifted my mother up almost bodily and dropped her down on the cot. The old cot almost gave away.

“Aiyo!” she cried out loudly.

Then, before she could get up, he pinned her down by her shoulders and climbed upon her. As he did so his mundu came off him and fell on the floor and I saw him lying on top of my mother stark naked. His hands grabbed her wrists like wrenches and spread her arms wide open. Then, after looking at her tear-stained face for a second, he started kissing her. He kissed her all over her face, all wet, noisy kisses that reflected the great lust he was having for her. She kept throwing her head this way and that to avoid his greedy lips. Now she was really crying, her body rocking with each burst of emotion.

“Shut up!” he commanded. He looked in my direction briefly. Then he pressed his lips upon hers so tightly that she could not make any more crying noises. For the next whole minute or two he laid upon her like that, his lips glued to hers and her wrists pinned hard against the cot so that she could not move at all. So as not to be suffocated, she was breathing heavily through her nose. They were both breathing heavily. The night was very calm and only the sound of their unsteady breathing disturbed the heavy silence. For some time she had kept making crying noises in her throat. But now she stopped. She was constantly gazing at me through a corner of her eye. Her cheeks were still tear-stained, but the tears were quickly drying. She stopped struggling. The two figures lying so lip-locked on the cot were not moving at all.

Finally, Vasu lifted his head, ending the long kiss.

He looked at her. She looked at him and for a brief moment their eyes were locked like their lips had been. Next, he started kissing her face again. One, two, three…the kisses fell. They did not stop and kept falling. She kept throwing her head gently to this side and that, gently moaning complainingly.

Oh, how he was kissing her face!

“Sar, enough…” she said after some time. “Hari might wake up any time.”

But he would not stop. He planted a noisy kiss on her lips and whispered, “Let us do it very quietly.”

“We will do it tomorrow…please…” she whispered to him, entreatingly, submissively, “after Hari has gone to school.”

“No,” he breathed, “I want you now.”

“Aiyo, sar…”

He gathered her fat lower lip between his teeth and pulled at it so hard that she shut her eyes tightly and moaned in pain. He left her hands which he had been holding tightly all this time and caught hold of her shoulders. He gently sucked her sexy lower lip for a few moments. Then, he left her lips and slowly slid down a little so that his face was upon her bosom.

“Aiyo!” she exclaimed and quickly crossed her arms over her over-sized boobs. He brushed away her arms impatiently and his eyes feasted on her big, round tits packed tightly in her dirty, white blouse. All that scuffle had made her sweat heavily. She was not wearing a bra under her blouse and she was not in the habit of wearing one. And since her blouse was totally wet because of her sweat, it showed a lot of her skin. Her dark nipples were clearly visible even to me from where I lay. She tried to cover her tits once more but Vasu would not let her. She once again tried to tell him that it was enough for one night, but he had suddenly grown deaf. He gently poked his nose between her huge boobs. The neckline of her blouse was so low that it presented a generous view of the deep cleavage between her huge tits.

“Aiyo! Sar…aiyo,” she said and looked at him as he dug his nose deeper and deeper as if to fathom the depth. His palms cupped her lofty boobs from either sides and fondled them lovingly.

“Aiyo, sar…,” she exclaimed. She looked in my direction a couple of times. Clearly, she was perturbed at the thought of her son waking up suddenly and seeing them in this position. I longed to assure her that her son was not going to wake up tonight. I watched as she tried in vain to remove his hands from her tits, as she tried in vain to push him off her body. The old man was in a world of his own. Oh my god! Almost all of his face had now disappeared between her enormous boobs and it looked like her blouse would tear.

A moment later, Vasu resurfaced, his face red. He looked at the two tits again and kissed them lovingly.

Next, his hands began to fumble with the hooks of her blouse.

My mother quickly caught hold of his hands and gently shook her head from side to side, looking at him beseechingly.

“Please,” he said.

Still shaking her head, she said, “No, sar…please…let us do it later…”

“Just let me open your blouse,” he told her, “and then I will go.”

“Sar…Hari…”

Vasu brushed away her hands very impatiently and undid the first hook.

“Sar…”

My mother understood that it was futile to stop Vasu. And now she watched as he kept on undoing one hook after the other. Her blouse was very tight and her huge tits seemed to be very impatient to get out. The thin material of her blouse was straining. When there were a couple of more hooks to be undone Vasu paused to run his palms in wide circles over the exposed portions of her boobs. Then he undid one more hook. He looked into her eyes. She too looked at him. And at that time something like a cloud seemed to come over her eyes. They became so dark, as if she had just applied kanmashi on them.

The last hook seemed to be stuck. The old man’s fingers struggled with them for a while. Then he looked at her. She glanced in my direction furtively. Then she gently brought her hands up and, lifting her head to have a closer look, she undid the hook for him.

Oh me god! Oh my god! My mother’s huge tits! Bare!

They were bigger than I had ever imagined. Vasu cradled them lovingly between his palms. Her titties seemed to be greatly relieved to be out of that tight blouse. As he looked at them, at their sheer bulk, the old man’s eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets. He was finding it hard to believe that he was actually holding her lovely tits in his hands, and they were bare, and he could do whatever he wanted to with them. He was looking at them in total disbelief. His mouth was slightly open. He gulped a couple of times.

“Aiyo, sar…idu venda…” said my mother. She covered her eyes with a corner of her sari.

Because of their enormous size and their weight, her surprisingly firm tits were tilted to the sides so that much of their bulk rested on her upper arms. Her nipples made slanting angles to her torso. Still, even in a reclining position, her massive tits were retaining their rotundity and firmness. The old man gathered her heavy tits together between his palms so that they rose up and their nipples pointed straight up. He was still pop-eyed. He was finding it hard to believe that he was actually holding her tits. He just kept looking at them. After a while he lowered his head and placed a kiss on each nipple. My mother peeped at him from under her sari. Next he started licking her nipples and they soon became so hard and erect that they tickled his tongue.

He took one standing nipple between his teeth and threw back his head, lifting the nipple and the boob with it up. He did not let go until she had cried out in pain a couple of times.

“Aiyo…sar…” she said, “what are you doing…?”

The old man now ran a trembling palm all over one tit, as if to get an idea about its actual size, squeezing it a couple of times. He caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard. He tugged at her nipple so hard that she had to catch hold of his arm.

“Sar…” she begged.

He smiled at her. He could not stop now. He had just started to have fun. He grabbed her well-rounded boobs in his large palms and started squeezing them, hard. She lay still with her face turned towards the window. Occasionally an “Aiyo” would escape her lips when he squeezed too hard. He kept on exerting pressure, kneading her tits like dough. He had lusted for her tits for a long time and now he wanted to play with them to his heart’s content. Vasu now once again cradled her hulking, well-rounded boobs between his palms and started shaking them from side to side gently. It was a wonder to see something so big shaking. Her two tits were sandwiched so tightly between his palms that they were raised up, their crowns reaching an unbelievable height. And the way he was holding and shaking them, it almost looked as if he was doing a balancing act in a circus. As he shook them, he watched her nipples draw strange circles in the air. He gently brought his head down and caught one nipple between his lips. He started sucking the nipple. And she moaned, a sexy moan. He sucked hard, taking control of both her nipples, sucking them in turns, making her moan more and more.

In between, he placed his face between her boobs and shook them, so that they slapped against his chin. He dug his teeth into her boob and bit her hard.

“Aiyo…sar…!”

Then, he continued sucking her rigid nipples, continuously moving from nipple to nipple as he sucked. And how she was moaning! I noticed that she would gather a portion of her fat lower lip between her teeth and push it out gently as she moaned. Vasu was having a good time. He had dreamt of this moment so many times.

“Look, how they are shaking,” he said to her as he shook her tits. She uncovered her eyes only briefly to gaze at them.

“Aiyo, sar, what are you doing…?” she whispered.

Pressing her tits together, Vasu brought her nipples so close to each other that they touched. Holding them thus, he sucked both her nipples together for a while. This was a sight to see. She peeped at him from under her sari. Next, he once again started kneading her huge tits, using all the strength that he had in his fingers.

“Aiyo, sar…melle..melle,” she breathed. “Slowly, sar…slowly.”

He did not care if he was hurting her. He kept on squeezing her abundant boobs, as if wanted to make them rounder and softer. Her tits were so big that it was not possible to hold one tit in each palm. But he was managing. In between, he was also shaking her tits, as if he enjoyed it more that anything.

Finally, he left her tits and sat upon the cot. She looked at him from under her sari. Once again, she crossed her forearms over her big tits. Vasu now concentrated on her pebble-smooth belly. She had a large belly, but it was very smooth, and it was milk-white. He ran his palm gently over her belly, looking at it as if in a dream. He dug his middle finger into her navel, tickling her. She quickly turned on her side and lay with her back to him. The old man’s eyes now rested on her arse. He wanted to touch it at once. But he decided to wait. He looked at her once from head to heel.

“Take your blouse off,” he said.

She did not move. Sweat glistened on her sexy waist where the flesh had doubled up deliciously with age.

He touched her waist. He said again, “Sunandini, take off your blouse. I want to see your back completely bare.”

“Sar…not now please…later,” she begged without looking at him.

“Please…” he said. “Just take off your blouse…I just want to see you…”

She lay still for a while. Then she took in a deep breath and started peeling her blouse off her. It was not easy. She had to sit up to do it. And I noticed that how, when she flourished her arms to take off her blouse, her heavy tits swung. In her hurry, her blouse got torn. But she did not care. She removed it quickly and started to lie down again like before. But he caught hold of her shoulders and gently turned her towards him.

“Let me look at you,” he said.

She tried to free herself, but it was not to be. She gently crossed her forearms over her huge tits and avoided looking at him.

“Stand on your knees,” he told her. He wanted to have a good view of her tits with her body in an erect position.

She showed a lot of reluctance, but she slowly raised herself on her knees, never once uncovering her bosom.

He sat in front of her in a comfortable position with his legs folded. For the first time I saw my mother directly looking at his cock. But she looked only once, then she looked away. With his erect cock standing like the leaning tower of Pisa, Vasu placed his palms on her fat upper arms and studied her.

“Bring your hand down,” he said to her.

Her face became red suddenly. How could she? Till yesterday she had looked at this man like a retired school-teacher who was kind enough to occasionally help her son with his lessons, and, that too, free of cost. She had respected him so much. He was, in a way, a god to him. It was because of him that she and her son had survived their ordeal. Never in her wildest dreams she could bring herself even to think of doing something of this nature with this old man. And now… She was clearly lost in thoughts when he asked her again to uncover her tits. She looked at him, her face blank, and slowly shook her head. But then, the next moment, she gently lowered her arms. She turned her head and looked away. No, she won’t look at him again. She won’t be able to.

The old man looked at her round, oversized tits. Now with her body in an upright position they looked rounder, and so monumental. They were so surprisingly firm, and very, very round. She was more than a feet away from his body, but her boobs were so huge that her jutting nipples almost reached his face. Their enormity was more evident to me, as I was looking at her body from the side. To me they seemed like two lofty, balloon-shaped towers standing horizontally between her fat upper arms. They were magnificent. They were big. Very unwieldy.

Vasu kept admiring their sensual beauty for a long time. He studied the soft skin. Not a single blemish on it. He studied how the dark circular areas around her erect nipples glistened. Her hardened nipples were now longer, so long that in her present position you could use them to hang something.

Then he placed his hands on her shoulders, close to her neck and started sliding them down gently, very gently. When they reached her boobs, he started moving them in a circular fashion, each hand minutely taking note of the amazing rotundity of her colossal boobs. His thumbs played with her nipples for a moment. Then he gently placed his palms on either side of her tits, sandwiching them, and applied a little pressure, making the great tits bulge out towards him.

“Aiyo, sar…” she mouthed, ” what are you doing…?” Now that her tits were in a suspended position, they shook like anything. Vasu first shook them very gently. Then, as his momentum grew, he started moving his hands very animatedly, tossing her tits this way and that. Her elastic tits seemed to stretch as they shook.

“Madi…madi sar…” she whispered. She glanced at me once. May she was agitated by the thought of how in the world she would explain to her son if he suddenly woke up and saw this queer scene.

Vasu kept rocking her grand tits. Now he shook them in a manner which made them slap against each other. It made sound too, two melon-sized boobs colliding with each other. Thump, thump.

Now this was too much for her. She caught hold of his wrists and begged him to stop. He did and she, clutching her man-handled tits, quickly got down from her knees. She gently lay down again like before, with her back turned towards the old man.

He took in a deep breath, as if he was suddenly feeling tired. He sat and for a long time eyed at her bare back. She looked very sexy from behind. Her back was covered with her sweat. Beads of sweat rolled down the skin of her waist. She was nearing forty, but her body had retained that hour-glass shape which she had in her younger days. Her long, straight hair had come undone, and now it lay scattered beside her head. Vasu touched and stroked her hair. Maybe he loved her hair. A couple of strands over her ears had turned gray with age, otherwise her hair was black. The old man parted her hair from behind her neck and bent down to kiss her there. She did not move when her kissed her. He kissed her bare shoulder. And then her waist. He gathered the flabby flesh of her waist between his fingers and squeezed it so hard that she clutched his hand. The sheet of sweat on her bare back was making her look sexier. Sweat slowly trickled down the cleavage of flesh at her waist and down and across her back

“Lie on your belly,” he said to her now.

She waited a couple of seconds just to show that she would not do it willingly. Then she rolled over and lay on her belly, pressing her heavy tits against the cot. Vasu studied her arse for a while. Then he touched it with his fingers. It must have felt warm. Her whole body went tense when he placed both his palms upon her buttocks. Gently he ran his trembling palms all over them in wide circular motions, taking into account their rotundity. She raised her head a couple of times to let him know that she did not like he was doing. Then, all of a sudden, he caught hold of her sari at her ankles and started lifting it up. She quickly sat up and looked at him. She shook her head, her disheveled hair brushing against her cheeks.

“No…sar…I can’t let you…” she said, her arms once again enveloping her outsized tits.

He grabbed his cock in his hand and started stroking it. Perhaps he found the picture of her sitting on the cot with her arms crossed over her enormous tits very sexy. He kept looking at her and masturbated. She looked away, but she sat as she was. She did not move and turn her back to him.

“Move away your hands…,” he whispered to her urgently. “Let me see your mulakal again.”

Maybe he was about to ejaculate.

“Please…Sunandini…let me…”

There was so much of lust in his voice that it shook. She sensed it and looked at him. Then, to my utter amazement, I saw the shadow of a smile playing on my mother’s lips. Is she smiling? Or is it just a trick of the light and shadow. The naked bulb hanging from a wooden beam above produced only a dim light. Then, still looking at the old man, she slowly lowered her arms from her tits. And she turned her torso towards him, pointing her rigid nipples in his direction. The old man was beside himself with excitement. He started stroking his cock very vigorously.

“Shake your tits,” he told her, “shake your tits.” Oh, he loved her tits! She slowly shifted her position and sat completely facing him, her knees pointing in his direction. The old man too moved and sat with his knees pointing towards her, never stopping the movements of his hand stroking penis. Then looking at him, my mother raised her arms up to gather and tie her hair. Oh, how her massive tits rose and fell and wobbled with her actions. It was heaven to watch. Slowly placing her palms upon her knees, she started moving her torso from side to side and thus making her heavy tits shake gently.

“Ohhh…lovely!” exclaimed Vasu. This encouraged her to shake her boobs more vigorously. And she started jerking her torso in a manner which literally threw her boobs from side to side. She glanced at her dancing tits and she watched the expression on his face. And the old man worked his cock like a machine.

This went on for quite a while.

Then Vasu suddenly stopped stroking his cock. He looked a little tired. He was bathed in sweat.

“I need a glass of water,” he told her.

There was a jug of water on the table placed at the foot of her cot. She turned around and, raising herself upon her knees, she poured some water into a glass from this jug and gave it to him. As he drank, she once again sat with her forearms crossed over her bosom, her head bowed. She glanced at me once.

Vasu drank slowly and emptied the glass-tumbler. He returned the tumbler to her and she placed it on the table.

“Have a drink,” he told her, “you must be thirsty, too.”

She shook her head. She was looking at his cock now. He followed her gaze and found that his penis was dwindling in size. It was loosing its erection. He lifted it with his hand and looked at her. He looked very despondent. He eyed her blankly. He gently stroked his cock, trying to revive its erection. But his manhood was deserting him completely.

“I am an old man,” he said now and wiped the perspiration on his brow. He sat back and did not know what to do.

Maybe a wave of sympathy traveled through my mother. She gently moved closer to him, removing her arms from her tits. She gave him a randy look and moved closer, still closer to him, so close that one of her full tits touched his shoulder. The old man was taken aback by her action.

I was taken aback myself by her conduct. Next, I saw her pressing her cheek against the old man’s hairy chest. She placed her palm on his shoulder and gently lifted her face up to kiss his neck. Vasu gasped. She stroked the back of his head and his ear. She looked at him and smiled timidly. Then she pressed her tender lips against his.

All of a sudden, he threw his arms around her and drew her all the more closer to him. She in turn returned his embrace with a sudden moan, flattening her plump boobs against his chest with such force that his torso was thrown back. And the two of them began to move closer and closer to one another, as if they wanted to merge into each other. They were both moaning, the flat of their palms running up and down their backs, speaking a strange language of lust. Twice they kissed each other’s lips. They were stroking each other so vigorously that I could hear the sound of sweat-stained skin rubbing over sweat-stained skin. And how my mother was moaning! In total abandon. She had perhaps completely forgotten that her own son was in the same room. And it was not surprising, seeing that it was such a long time since she had known a man.

And they made a very sexy picture. The old man and my mother in each other’s arms, he fully naked and she with her torso bare. Oh, how they were feeling for each other’s body, their closeness not seeming enough for them. They were breathing heavily, sexy moans escaping my mother’s lips on and off. He was kissing her cheeks and she was receiving his kisses with lust written all over her sexy face. He gently placed a palm on her cheek and prized open her mouth with his tongue. He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth and she took it all in, sucking his tongue. She sucked greedily, her own tongue playing with his all the time. And, as she sucked, she held him all the more tightly, jamming her huge tits against his chest, his hairy chest. She liked the hair on his chest and she was again and again bringing her hand between their bodies to run her fingers through them. I watched as my mother now shoved her own tongue into his mouth and pushed him so hard that he was forced to lie down on the cot. She climbed upon him like a tigress. She placed her palms on both sides of his body and, looking at him lustily, she rubbed her boobs all over his chest, sometimes loosely, sometimes with pressure. Vasu watched her as she massaged his body with her great boobs. Since now she was on her all fours, her tits hung down and took on a balloon-like shape. She moved her torso forward and let her tits brush against his face. He laughed lightly and once again threw his arms around her. Bringing her huge boobs to rest on his chest, she caught hold of his head at both sides and started kissing his lips. He stuck out his tongue and she started sucking it once again greedily.

They were now both totally drenched in sweat. My mother’s voluptuous body glistened in the dim light of the bulb. Vasu’s hands massaged her bare, sweaty back and she liked it. His hands moved down and squeezed her buttocks, and she liked it too. I saw him pull her sari up from her thighs and put his hand into it to feel her bare arse. She laughed lightly when he squeezed her bare arse.

“Sunandini…” he whispered.

“Um…”

“Show me your chandi. Your bare buttocks.”

“Aiyo…no…”

“Please…I will die this moment if you don’t show me…” She laughed. Then she whispered into his ear, “Sar, I will show you anything you want.” He kissed her lips lovingly a couple of times. Then he loosened his grip on her body and she understood that he wanted to see her arse now. She sat up slowly.

“Take off your sari,” he told her. She gave him a tangy look and smiled. Their lovemaking had once again loosened her hair. She gathered and tied it in a bun behind her head. Vasu too sat up. His cock was erect once again. He now held it and showed it to her proudly. She looked at his cock now fixedly for some time. It was a big cock and she was clearly marveled by its size. Standing on her knees, she started pulling at her sari gently. She was in no hurry at all. Nor was Vasu. He sat calmly as she busied herself with the task of taking off her sari. Carefully, she unwound the sari from around her and dropped it on the floor. Next she undid the knot on the string of her petticoat. She did not drop her petticoat immediately. She gently raised herself on her knees, her heavy tits swaying this way and that, and she looked at the old man teasingly. She smiled a gentle smile and studied the expression on his face. She watched him gulp. He stroked his penis almost absent-mindedly. She was a big woman and, the manner in which she was holding her petticoat, all of her big belly and some pubic hair showing, her big boobs gently pendulating with her movements, she looked a very sexy dish. She started to turn around on her knees, the cot creaking, her tits swinging wildly. She positioned herself with her back to him. Then she turned her head to look at him. He gulped again. Now, pushing her massive, but shapely arse towards him, she started lowering her petticoat. Slowly. No hurry at all. I gulped myself when the top of her heavy, well-rounded bottom came into view. Down and down went her petticoat until her big, sexy arse was finally fully exposed for Vasu and me to see. Oh my god! It was so large, and so round. And, since she was pushing her chandi towards him, so that the two cheeks were slightly parted, I could make out her dark anus from where I lay. Oh, she was really a sex-goddess!

She eyed at him, smiling teasingly, and watched the effect the sight of her bare arse was having on him.

Vasu had already started stroking his big cock gently. Now, the sight of her bare arse made the movements of his stroking hand vigorous.

He studied her arse. It was big, and round. It was wheat-colored, like the rest of her. Actually, it was fairer, and its cheeks were the color of apples.

Never stopping to the stroking of his cock, he leaned over and gave her arse a quick pinch.

“Aaahhh…” she cried out and rubbed her arse with her fingers where it hurt. She looked at him.

“I have wanted to do it ever since I put my eyes on you,” he told her.

She smiled. “Now you can do it whenever you want to,” she said slowly, looking straight into his eyes.

“Whenever I want?”

“Yes…but only when nobody is watching,” she said shyly.

“Shake your chandi a little.”

She gave him a spicy look. Then she started swinging her big buttocks for him to see. She swung gently, as if she was dancing.

My mother was actually a trained dancer. And until she got married when she was twenty-four, she used to teach mohiniattam to young girls at her home. She could not continue teaching after she got married. Work in the tea-shop took most of her time. Here, in this house, when Parvathiamma came to know about my mother’s dancing skills, she one day made her show her some of the steps. My mother was not ready to show, at first, and had to be cajoled a lot. She did it a bit clumsily; her body had changed a lot over the years. She was feeling a lot embarrassed, too, because Vasu was there, and I was there also. Her navel was showing as she exhibited various dancing postures. Mid-way through her performance, she laughed and rushed out of the room, covering her face with her sari. The old woman had commented that she was shy like a teenage girl.

Now, Vasu kept watching the gently swaying of her arse and was so thrilled that he was stroking his cock like a possessed man. His whole body was stiff. Maybe he was about ejaculate.

But he did not want to ejaculate yet.

He suddenly stopped moving his hand and said, “Show me your mohiniattam.”

She glanced at him and smiled teasingly.

“Please…”

“Later…” she whispered. “I’ll show you later.”

“Naked.”

“Um.” Vasu could not hold himself back any longer. He lunged forward and placed his eager hands upon her magnificent bottom. He moved his palms in wide circles all over it, feeling its warmth, its enormity, and its rotundity. His whole body was shaking now. With a feverish movement, he positioned himself close behind her and, pushing one cheek of her great bottom to the side, he brought the tip of his cock in contact with her hot anus.

“Aiyo, sar…what are you doing?” she said. He had taken her completely by surprise. He was pushing her so hard that she was thrown forward, and to regain her balance she caught hold of the table. But she did not move her arse away from his cock. Clutching the edge of the table tightly, she whispered, “Sar, idu venda…aiyo…”

He had once again become deaf to her protests, which had been gradually becoming weaker and weaker. Standing on one knee, he twisted his wrist, moving his cock this way and that in order to squeeze it into her arsehole. But the wall of her anus was not seeming to budge.

“Do you have oil here?” he asked now, impatiently.

She looked at him questioningly for a while, but then she understood. There was a medium-sized bottle of coconut oil placed upon the table. She picked it up and handed it to him. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured a large amount of the oil over his cock, spreading the oil all over it with his free hand. He returned the bottle to her. Now he moved a little closer to her started to poke his penis into her arse-hole again. This time he met with only little resistance. The cock slid in quite smoothly. In, in it went. He kept on pushing gently until it was inside her to the hilt. I watched her face. Her eyes were shut and she was wincing a little. A slow moan escaped her lips. His cock finally in position, Vasu now stood behind her on both his knees and studied the manner in which his cock was swallowed up by her anus.

She said,”Sar…please…idu venda.”

He did not say anything. He shut his eyes. Maybe he was enjoying the warm sensation of the walls of her anus tightening around his cock.

“Aiyo…what are we doing…” Said my mother as if to herself. She stood with her torso leaning over the table. And waited.

The old man got ready to fuck her arse. He placed his palms on both sides of her waist and started moving his pelvis back and forth.

“Aiyo…uummm…” She tightened her grip on the table and bit her lips.

Back and forth, back and forth. The cot began to creak. Back and forth, back and forth. Vasu moved slowly, but rhythmically. From where I lay I could see his oil-stained cock going in and out of her anus. His cock was probably a little more that six inches long and with every thrust of his pelvis he was making it go all the way in. And everything he thrust, his heavy balls would slap noisily against her arse. And a moan would escape her lips.

This went on for I don’t know how long, but after some time he suddenly slowed down and came to a stop. He was literally bathing in sweat. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and announced, “I am tired.”

He carefully disengaged his penis from her arse and plopped down upon the cot. She too sat down beside him and impulsively brought her arms in front of her tits.

“Sar, do you want water?” she asked.

He nodded.

She poured him water from the jug on the table. He drank slowly and returned the tumbler to her. She drank too, for the night was hot. She parted the curtains of the small window behind them to let in some fresh air. Outside, it was a full moon night. I could see the bright moon from my cot. Somewhere far away a night-bird was crying.

Once again, Vasu’s cock was deserting him. He held it and stroked it gently, sadly. She saw what he was doing. She drew closer to him and took his cock from him. He looked at her and she gave him a gentle smile. He relaxed a bit. He spread his thighs and sat back, watching her do whatever she was doing with his cock. She held his penis with both her hands; his cock, even when not erect, was so long that she had to use both her hands to cover it fully. Then she started stroking it, her hands moving in a manner which suggested that she was pulling a thick rope, or, more clearly, as if she was milking him. He liked it and sat watching her do it for some time. Then he extended his hands and grabbed her bulky boobs. He put his palms under them and lifted them up, as if to weigh them. He held them cradled between his palms and teased the nipples with his thumb. She had big nipples, which now became bigger and erect. It seemed to excite him to watch her nipples grow erect. He looked at her.

“Do you have clips here?” he asked her.

She looked at him incredulously. “Clips?” she asked.

“Those which you use to attach clothes to the line.”

“Yes,” she said. She lifted the curtain of the window from below and there on the window-sill Vasu saw lying some clips. He picked up two. She still watched him in confusion as he brought one clip close to her nipple. Then she knew what he had in mind. She bent her torso sideways to avoid him.

“Aiyo, sar…,” she said, “what are you doing?”

“It won’t hurt, Sunandini,” the old man assured her.

Without saying anything more, he caught hold of her shoulder and attached one clip to her nipple. An ‘Aiyo’ escaped her parted lips.

“Sar…,” she said, “it hurts. A little.” She smiled at him and sat still as he attached the other clip to her other nipple. Then he sat back and studied the result. She felt a little embarrassed as she sat there before him with the clips dangling from her nipples. White clips on pink nipples. Somehow the clips on her nipples were bothering her, making her feel ashamed. Wearing them and sitting in front of him was making her feel more than naked. But the old man was very much enjoying the scene. So thrilled was he at the sight of those clips hanging from her nipples that his cock was once again coming to life. She noticed it. She once again took his cock in her hands and caressed it. As she stroked him, she would move both her hands from the hilt of his great cock to the tip, hilt to tip, hilt to tip, gently, gently. Her milking action was so sexy to watch that I longed to make her do the same thing to my cock. His cock, I noticed, was not fully erect yet.

“Sunandini,” said Vasu, “now show me the dance.”

“Now?” she asked, a little shyly. She was completely naked now and he wanted her to do a little mohiniattam in front of him. She looked down at his cock. Maybe, that would make it fully erect.

She left his penis and got down on the floor. I looked at her from under my forearm. My god, what a picture she made! With not a string of clothing on her – just two clips hanging from her nipples – she was standing in front of this old man, and she was going to dance. But she was shy, very shy. She stood covering her face for a moment. Then, after looking at the old man for a second, she started to dance. She made some elaborate stances of mohiniattam with her buttocks jutting behind her and her arms making some gentle gestures. Her sexy tits jiggled as she moved. The clips swung too. When she turned around, it was pure heaven to watch her lovely, round arse. For a woman of almost forty, she moved quite gracefully, seductively. The old man watched her all the time, mesmerized, even forgetting to stroke his cock. Finally, he asked her to stop. He too got down on the floor. “Squat down,” he told her. His cock was in his hand. It was erect, but not completely. She was breathing a little heavily after her dance performance. She squatted down slowly. He stepped forward and waved his cock in front of her eyes. Her blood quickly rushed to her face. But she did not get up. She knew what he had in his mind. She looked at his manhood.

“Will you give it a kiss?” he asked her.

She looked at him and her face became even redder. She shook her head. Somehow she was unable to smile anymore.

“Just a small kiss,” he said.

She looked at him. She knew that now he was going to beg her to do it. Very reluctantly, she tilted back her head and gave a small peck on the tip of his cock. Then she gave another. Then she moved down and kissed his balls. He moaned and touched her shoulders. This seemed to encourage her. She grabbed his cock and gently pushed back its foreskin, exposing the shiny head, which she licked once with her tongue, gently, self-consciously. He cried out in pleasure. She looked up at him to watch the expression on his face. Now she started licking him all over, wetting his cock completely with her spit. Vasu looked heavenwards and muttered some vague things. She licked greedily, her head bobbing up and down with the movements of her tongue.

She stopped licking his cock and looked at him as she held it in her hand. His cock was now hard like an iron rod. It was a long time since she had felt in her hand an erect cock, or any manner of cock for that matter, and she felt thrilled. She looked at it and wondered about the power that was surging through it. She could feel it, as if it was an electric current running through a wire. She looked into his eyes as she started stroking his cock vigorously, Then, holding his manhood with both her hands, she parted her lips and slowly started taking it into her mouth. Vasu suddenly felt weak at his knees and he clutched at her shoulders for support. She could not take his cock in to the hilt. It was simply too large. But she took in as much of it that she comfortably could, then, throwing back her head, she slowly let it slide out of her mouth, but not completely. Throwing her head forward, she once again let his cock glide into her mouth. This process went on for a while, her head bobbing up and down gently all the time. Then the old man decided to take it over from her. He caught hold of her wrists and lifted them up. Holding her wrists tightly for support and also for controlling the position of her head, he started moving his pelvis back and forth, back and forth. She kept her head steady and let him gently fuck her mouth. Back and forth, back and forth. He went on like this for I don’t how long. It seemed like this night was never going to end.

“Ah!” moaned the old man. He was liking it, the sensation of her warm lips around his cock. He shut his eyes and concentrated on the tickling sensation of her lips rubbing against his large cock and how, inside her mouth, her restless tongue was playing with his manhood. The whole universe must have gone blank for him. The whole universe, except for his cock and her mouth. His cock and her mouth. Oh, how he was massaging his cock with her lips. It lasted a good five minutes. Or more. “Madi, Sunandini,” he said finally. He gently withdrew his cock from her mouth. He was tired. He sat down on the cot. She too stood up, her weighty tits swinging, the clips attached to her nipples still intact. He looked at her tiredly. He said slowly, “I want to see your chandi again.”

She looked at him, that teasing smile returning to her lips. She started to turn around.

“No,” he told her, “come on the cot.” So she climbed upon the cot.

“Stand on all fours,” Vasu instructed.

She gave him a knowing look. Then she first turned her back to him. Eying him with the corner of her eye, she touched the clips and asked, “Shall I remove these?”

“No, let them be.”

Then, placing her ankles on both sides of the old man, she slowly raised herself on all fours. This brought her large, well-rounded chandi close to his face, so close that he could probably feel its warmth on his cheeks. He placed his palms on her arse and looked at her. Her big, pendulous tits were hanging down and looked like balloons, the clips attached to the nipples almost touching the cot. “Fold your arms and lower your shoulders,” he instructed her. “I want your arse up. Only your arse.” She turned her head to glance at him once and smiled. She gently lowered her torso by shifting her weight to her elbows and rested her head upon her forearms. Now her arse stood higher than her shoulders, and the rest of her. Not content, Vasu asked her to lift her buttocks higher. She did.

“Higher,” he said to her, “you can make it go still higher.”

My mother took in a deep breath. Then, straining as much as that she could, she lifted her arse up and up, and still up, her supple backbone making a very steep curve to her shoulders. Now her chandi was really high up in the air, My god! It looked so very sexy, her jackfruit-sized arse standing so tall and slowly swaying from side to side. Vasu once again placed his palms upon her arse and stroked it lovingly. Then suddenly he slapped one of the cheeks so hard that she cried out. He liked it. He slapped her arse again. And again. Noisily. She lifted her head and looked at him. She gently warned him that he was making a lot of noise. She glanced in my direction. She asked him to slap lightly. But Vasu would not listen. He kept on slapping her hard. He would slap one cheek with one hand, and then the other cheek with the other hand. His arms moved in wide circles in the air so that the slaps fell hard and noisily.

“Aiyo, sar,” she said, “don’t make so much noise.”

He went on slapping her. The enormous cheeks of her arse grew red. She grew quite. She pressed her forehead against her arms, her disheveled hair covering her face completely, and silently bore the slapping. But I had a feeling that she was actually enjoying it. Every time he slapped her, a moan would escape her, a moan that suggested more pleasure than pain. His deliveries were so hard now that once or twice she lost her precarious balance and almost fell on the cot. With every slap her arse was thrown sideways. It was so sexy to see her ample buttocks thrown this way and that. Finally, fearing that I would wake up anytime now, she tilted her head to glance at him and said, “Aiyo, madi sar. Enough…you are hurting me.”

Vasu stopped. He was perspiring heavily. He looked in my direction. Then he grabbed her bottom at both sides and gently wiped the sweat on his face upon the twin, well-rounded cheeks. Then he sat back and looked at her buttocks admiringly for some time. He caressed her arse with his fingers, tickling her. She laughed and slowly swayed her magnificent behind from side to side. He was thrilled. He stood upon the cot and, planting his feet on both sides of her, he caught hold of his cock and slowly poked it into her arse-hole. From where I lay I could clearly see it disappearing into her anus. When her anus had swallowed all of his cock, he started moving his pelvis, fucking her. He placed one hand on the window sill for balance and started pumping her arse quite energetically which seemed quite surprising for his age. The cot creaked complainingly, but the old man kept on moving, his whole body bathed in sweat. My god, how he was fucking her!

He stopped suddenly and withdrew his cock. My mother turned her head to look at him.

“I need oil again,” he told her.

She promptly handed him the small bottle of coconut oil kept on the table. He quickly applied oil on his large, pulsating cock. Then he parted one of the cheeks of her arse and poured the oil into her anus. He thumped the flat of his palm upon her arse-hole a number of times to make the oil go deeper and deeper. Then he returned the bottle to her and gently reattached his cock to her arse-hole. He tested the friction upon his cock by moving his pelvis violently a couple of times. Satisfied, he gave her big, sweat-stained arse a loud slap and started fucking her again. She moaned, thrilled at his amazing strength and energy, and the enormous size of his cock which was filling her arse-hole so completely. Her face was hidden from me by her upper arm and long hair, but I could see that she was thrilled, from the way she was moaning and clutching at the bed-cover, from the way she was stiffening her toes and leg muscles. He was now fucking her like a stallion. The cot was creaking so wildly that it seemed like it would give away anytime. My mother was again and again telling him to slow down and not to make so much noise. Fuck, fuck went Vasu. Creak, creak went cot. Now it had become quite a noisy affair. “Sar, some one is knocking at the door,” whispered my mother suddenly.

This is the last part of my story. But you can expect more stories from me. The old man stopped moving. Totally drenched in sweat, and very tired, he gazed towards the door and listened. For a moment I thought that it was all my mother’s imagination. But then I heard it too. A light rapping on the door. It was probably Parvathiamma. Had she come to see about how things were going? My mother looked at Vasu. He had already disengaged himself from her and had plopped down upon the cot. He seemed to be out of breath. The knocking came again.

“Who is it?” the old man asked.

“It is me,” came the reply. “Raghu…”

Panic and guilt suddenly filled my mother’s face. She got down from the cot and hurriedly picked up her petticoat from the floor. She put it on, constantly eying towards the door, as if she feared that it would burst open anytime. She picked up her sari and started winding it around her hips. I had no idea that a woman could put on a sari so quickly. All this time, the old man had not moved from his place. He now said, “Sunandini, you don’t need to panic.”

“Sar, it is Raghu!” she whispered to him, as if she thought that he had failed to hear what the caller had spoken a moment ago.

“Yes. I had asked Raghu to come.”

She looked at him now, very much puzzled.

“Go and open the door,” he told her calmly.

She did not move and just stared at him. He slowly put on his mundu. My mother stood like a statue as he went up to the door to open it. Her mind was clearly in a whirlwind. And so was mine. She opened her mouth to speak to him, but the words did not come. She wanted to stop him, but she knew that she never would be able to. She did not know what to do. She looked like she was cornered. She had yet to put on her blouse. She quickly covered herself as best as she could with her sari. She moved closer to my cot and stood with her back to the door. She was sweating heavily, and this time it was not from fucking. My heart was beating like a brass drum. I was perplexed and I was thrilled by the sudden turn of events. Raghu stepped in undecidedly when the old man opened the door.

“Why are you so late?” the latter asked.

Raghu just mumbled something.

“I had asked you to be here at nine. How did you get in?”

“I climbed over the wall.”

Vasu was not amused. He did not like people jumping over his compound wall at this time of the night. But he let it pass. Raghu looked at my mother. He and the old man exchanged knowing glances. A lusty smile began to form in the formers face.

“Speak in low tones,” warned the old man. “We don’t want to wake up the boy.”

Raghu now looked at me. But then his gaze again returned to my mother. He was looking at her in a very dirty manner. I had never seen him eye her like that. Although, once or twice, I had caught him looking at her in an odd manner when her back was turned. He was about thirty and was giant of a man. His body dark as coal.

“Raghu, sit down,” said Vasu, as if he was playing the host. Though he showed a little reluctance, Raghu sat down. Perhaps he was thinking that in this business he was an equal – or, probably, more than equal – to his master. He was wearing a shirt and a lungi. Maybe he was slightly drunk to. The old man now turned to my mother.

“Sunandini…” he called her name softly.

She stiffened, but did not move from her place. The old man winked at Raghu. All of a sudden, my mother whirled around and, partially covering her face with her sari, started to rush out of the room.

“Raghu, stop her…!” Vasu cried out.

Raghu jumped upon his feet and easily stopped her by throwing his big arms around her waist. She struggled with him. The old man quickly slipped past them and shut the door. Then he turned around and stood watching the tussle between my mother and Raqhu. If Vasu was too strong for her, Raghu was even stronger. Locked within his arms, she could barely move her body. She struggled weakly. And all the time, she hardly opened her mouth. I noted that how, when she was in a similar situation with Vasu some moments ago, she had cried and begged. But now she made no sounds. My heart beating wildly, I watched Raghu lift my mother up bodily. Then she must have pushed with her legs, for he lost his balance and fell upon the cot, and he over him. But he never loosened his grip on her. He quickly regained his balance and came to a sitting position, and she found herself seated on his lap. She quickly tried to get. But that was impossible. Raghu’s was a vice-like grip. She tried in vain to push his great arms off her body. The sari which she had so hurriedly wrapped around her shoulders had come undone and both her lovely coconuts were fully exposed.

Vasu now came excitedly and sat down beside Raghu.

“Make her sit between us,” the old man said.

Raghu obediently loosened his grip on her body lightly and pushed her to the side, so that now she found herself sitting sandwiched between the two men. She tried to stand up again, but Raghu quickly placed an arm over her shoulder. She crossed her forearms over her enormous, well-rounded tits and became still, realizing finally that fighting was futile. There was no way out of this situation. Was she crying again? No, her eyes were dry. But the expression on her face told me that she was not liking it all one bit. There was a little anger too in her eyes.

“Where were you running, Sunandini?” Vasu asked her, pushing her hair off the side of her face, for her long, straight tresses had come loose. “We won’t hurt you,” the old man assured her.

“What is this?” exclaimed Raghu, laughing and pointing at the clip stuck to one nipple which he could see. Though she was trying her best to cover her boobs, it was not possible to completely hide anything so large with one’s arms.

Vasu did not say anything. One of the clips had fallen off and it was lying on the floor. The old man retrieved it. He gently tugged at her hand to uncover her bosom, but she would not budge.

“Sar, Hari will wake up…” my mother spoke now for the fist time since Raghu made his entry, “…if he sees…” Her voice was hushed, as if she did not want Raghu to hear her.

“He is fast asleep, woman,” said the old man. “Besides, we will all be very quiet. Won’t we, Raghu?”

Raghu nodded, gulping. Yes, it was true that he had lusted this woman. He called her “chechi”, but when her back was turned he would ogle at her body. It was impossible not to ogle at her body. How could anyone ignore something so sensual? Once when he went to the well to wash his hands and feet after his work, he found her bathing. She was just in her petticoat, worn around her bosom. She was all wet. He remembered how her only piece of clothing stuck to her body and showed the various curves. She had seen him and he had quickly withdrawn. I had witnessed this little episode, because I was with him at that time. I was going to the well too, and I had been fairly embarrassed when we saw my mother in that condition.

And now, Raghu was dying to see her uncover her tits. His wish was fulfilled a moment later when my mother much reluctantly let the old man lower her forearm and show one bare tit. Big and round. I was not seeing it for the first time tonight, but I again marveled at its rotund shape. I don’t know how her boobs had retained their round shape, seeing that they were so big and she was a woman of almost forty. As both men eyed at her greedily, she turned her head and looked away from Raghu. Somehow, Raghu’s presence was very much embarrassing her.

Raghu watched in amazement as Vasu re-attached the clip to her nipple. She sucked in air through her teeth to show that it hurt her.

Then the old man made my mother lower her other arm, too, so that now both her oversized tits were uncovered for the men to feast their eyes upon. They kept looking at her, as if they were looking at a great piece of work. I watched my mother shut her eyes tight. She seemed like she was wishing that she were somewhere else.

The old man looked at Raghu. “Raghu, ” he said, “don’t you want to touch her?”

Raghu laughed as if he was tickled. He looked at Vasu, who nodded with a smile.

The young man reluctantly placed his palm on her belly. He liked her belly. It often showed through her sari when she was working. My mother stiffened visible at Raghu’s touch. A gasp escaped her lips. His palm began to caress her pebble-smooth belly. I watched as blood rushed up to his face which was filled with excitement and lust. He moved his palm slowly, exploring the lovely curves of her flank.

As for me, it was one big sexy sight, my mother sitting sandwiched between the two men, her abnormally large boobs hanging down, clips fitted to her jutting nipples.

“Sar…” breathed my mother, “…it is very late now. Let us do it tomorrow.”

Vasu just laughed, as if she had cracked a joke.

“Please, sar, what will Hari think if he sees…?”

“Hari is fast asleep.”

The tip of Raghu’s middle finger was moving in circles around her navel. He put his finger into her navel and continued to move it in a circular motion. Maybe she was tickled. She pushed his hand away. Vasu touched her boobs. They were so large that his big palm covered not even half of one tit. He removed one clip from a nipple. He held the nipple between his thumb and index finger and squeezed it so hard that an “Aiyo” escaped her lips. Then he bent his torso and took the nipple into his lips. Thus holding the nipple, he let his tongue play with it for a while. Then he started sucking it. Raghu watched him in amusement. He decided to play with the tit on his side. He removed the clip from the nipple. He did it roughly, yanking the clip off, so that she cried out in pain and clutched at her tit with both her palms. He tugged at her palms and slowly uncovered his tit, that is, the one on his side. He looked at it and gulped. He gently placed his palm on the tit and started squeezing it, gently at first, and then a little roughly. She tried weakly to push his hand away, but he kept on squeezing her. He drew closer to her and dug his teeth on her bare shoulder, making her cry out in pain. Where he bit her he left the deep imprints of his teeth. His passion was rising, and he bit her again.

“Aiyo…!” she cried out and she jerked her shoulder away from him. She now looked at him for the first time. She had an attractive, sexy face, and Raghu looked at it as if mesmerized. She watched the expression in his eyes and it seemed to relax her a bit. Maybe she had no idea that he lusted for her body so much. It was raw lust that she saw in his eyes. He did not give her time to read more. He put his arm around her shoulder from behind her and, drawing her to him, he planted a kiss on her cheek. She turned her face away from him, as if she was repulsed. He started kissing her ear, her neck… Vasu now left her nipple and, seeing her face turned toward him, glued his lips to hers. She did not return his kiss, but she did not move her face away either. The old man kissed her on the lips about twenty times, all wet, noisy kisses. Raghu’s hand now moved on to the other tit, the one Vasu had been sucking at, as if to see if it was any different from the tit that at present belonged to him. Now he started kneading both tits, one after the other, his strong palms squeezing her rubbery flesh into all possible shapes. He was hurting her and she touched his hand to let him know that.

The old man was now kissing her cheek, and chin…he was showering kisses all over her face. Raghu joined him. And the two men started kissing my mother’s sexy face almost as if they were competing with each other. She shut her eyes and sat still. There was nothing that she could do. In between, both the men liked to bite her fat lower lip. And I watched as Raghu forced his tongue into her mouth, making her suck it. She sucked it slowly, reluctantly. He threw both his arms around her possessively and planted several noisy kisses on her sexy lips. Vasu paused to watch. He leaned back a little so as to have a better view of my mother and Raghu. He liked the way he was kissing her, planting each kiss with such force that he almost hurt her. She kept on trying to free herself from his grip, but his arms were very strong. He went on kissing her, all over her face, her neck, her shoulders… he spared nothing. Then he pulled back his arms and looked at her colossal tits. He pressed his strong palms on the sides of the tits and tugged at them so roughly that she winced. She was forced to turn her torso completely towards him. He lifted her great boobs up and stuck one nipple into his mouth. She watched him suck it greedily. Vasu now took hold of her other tit, literally snatching it from Raghu. He pulled at it, making her turn her torso slightly towards him. He started sucking the nipple. Both men were holding each tit of her with both their hands and pulling it towards them, so that now her nipples were pointing in a sideways direction. After sucking her tits to their hearts content, the men began kissing her face again. She had a sexy face, my mother did, and that is why both men liked to kiss it so much. They were kissing her and at the same time their hands were working on her tits. Vasu started shaking her tits. Raghu followed suit.

Of the two men, Raghu’s passion was amazing. His face was already very red, because all his blood seemed to be in his face now. He was kissing her like a maniac. In between, he dug his teeth into her fleshy cheek and bit her so hard that she cried out loudly. “Sshhh…” Vasu warned her, pointing his finger towards me. Now, both the men once again returned to her tits. They got down on the floor and, kneeling in front of her, started sucking her nipples again. She glanced down at them and shut her eyes. They sucked noisily. Raghu’s right hand gently stroked her flabby waist. The old man would again and again stop sucking for a few seconds and let his tongue play with her erect nipple, his tongue moving so fast that it tickled her greatly. As both of them made loud sucking noises, they looked at each other and winked. They were sucking so hard that my mother seemed to gently lift her pelvis as she moan. She touched the sides of her great boobs and shut her eyes.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh….” she moaned, loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. She opened her eyes and looked heavenwards.

Even as I watched, she gently lifted her heavy boobs up with her palms, to give the men a more comfortable position to suck. The men were quite thrilled by the way she had suddenly started co-operating with them, and they sucked with greater lust and vigor. She was biting her lower lip, as if to muffle her moans, but the moans would in adverntly come. And the way she was biting her lip was in itself very sexy. She had done this when Vasu was playing with her, too. She would bite one side of her fat lower lip and then push it out gently. She sat there, her eyes shut, holding her oversized tits, regaling at the pleasure the men were giving her by their sucking. When she moaned, her whole body would shiver. “Ummmm….” she moaned and, throwing her head back, thrust her great boobs towards the men. The pleasure they were giving her was too much for her and it was making her dizzy. For a moment, it seemed like she was going to fall off the cot. She let go her tits and clutched at the shoulders of the two men for support. As she did so, her heavy boobs were suspended and the nipples slithered out of the grip of the two men. The men bent their torso further down to take her nipples back into their hungry mouths. They continued sucking.

After sucking her nipple for almost ten minutes, the old man stood up. Raghu, finding it improper to continue the task when his master had already finished, stood up, too. My mother opened her eyes and looked at the two men. Vasu was undoing his mundu. He let it drop on the floor. Stark naked now, he grabbed his erect manhood and waved it in front of her face. She looked away. She turned her face away from Raghu, as if she was still embarrassed by his presence. Taking his master’s example, Raghu too took off all his clothes, first his shirt and then his lungi. Oh my god! His cock was one big organ, as big as a donkey’s. It was not fully erect yet, but it looked immense. As I said earlier, Raghu’s body was very dark, and his cock and buttocks were even darker, literally black in color. My mother did not lift her eyes to look at his penis. But I think she saw it through the corner of her eyes. Vasu stepped forward and slapped his cock upon her cheek. She tilted her torso backward and glanced at him. He smiled at her. She was unable to return his smile. She quickly returned her gaze to the floor, where she had been staring all the time. Vasu now slapped her cheek again with his large cock. Raghu followed suit. He hit her on the other cheek with his heavy organ and I saw that her head was literally thrown sideways by the impact. She did not look at him. She silently let him hit her again. And again, and again.. Thump, thump, thump…he hit quite violently, jerking his hips sideways for maximum impact.

Vasu now brought the tip of his cock in contact with her lips. She moved her face away from his cock. He laughed. “Why are you shying away now?” he asked her. “Come on, give us both a kiss.” She shook her head. “Then we will continue to hit you,” said Vasu. He slapped her with his cock again. Raghu did the same. “Come on, let us sit down,” said Vasu after some time. The two men sat down on either side of her. They sat close to her, their shoulders pressing against hers, their cocks standing up in the air. Raghu kissed the soft skin of her shoulder and looked at her. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor. Vasu kissed her on the cheek. “Isn’t she a beautiful woman?” he said. The younger man nodded. Together, the two men sat admiring the beauty of her face for a while. Then the old man said, “Sunandini, take our cocks in your hand.” Raghu laughed excitedly. She sat still. She leaned forward slightly, clutching her huge tits in her fleshy arms as if she was hiding some treasure. Vasu suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand down to his manhood. She tried to jerk her hand away, but he held it tightly. Looking at this scene, Raghu too caught hold of her hand and brought it down to his towering erection. Now she struggled with the two men, trying her best to pull her hands free from their grip. But they were simply too strong for her. The men used both their hands and finally made my mother circle her fingers around their hardened cocks. She sat there, defeated and humiliated, her long, straight hair in a mess, holding their manhood’s in her hands. When they slowly released her hands she did not pull away her hands from their cocks. Perhaps she understood that there was no other way. Suddenly I noticed that she was crying. Tears were trickling down her pebble-smooth cheeks. And, as she cried, she began to slowly stroke their cocks. She did it clumsily, maybe because she was doing it with both her hands. She moved her hands slowly, simultaneously, unwillingly. Her tears trickled down and fell on her fantastic boobs.

The men completely ignored her tears. Perhaps, for them, her crying only increased her sensuality. They just watched her hands move up and down gently. She held their cocks just tight enough for their foreskins to be pulled back and returned. The shiny tips of their great cocks appeared and disappeared under the dull glow of the overhanging naked bulb. Her tears kept rolling down, but she did no stop the movements of her hands. Now she made crying noises too. She shut her eyes, squeezing the tears out, which rolled down and kept wetting her enormous boobs. I noticed her tears trickle down her nipples, drop by drop. Raghu pinched her nipple, the pain making her suck air in through her teeth noisily. “Raghu,” said the old man all of a sudden, “take that bottle of coconut oil from that table. Let her put some oil on our cocks.” Raghu stretched his arm and picked up the bottle. He unscrewed its cap and positioned the bottle above my mother’s hand. Reluctantly, she left his cock and upturned her palm. He carefully poured a large measure of oil into it. She slowly rubbed her palms together, spreading the coconut oil evenly on both surfaces, and she gently started applying the oil all over both the men’s cocks. They moaned with pleasure as her hands traveled up and down the length of their manhood. Then she resumed stroking.

Vasu now stretched out his hand, making a cup of his palm. He gently winked at the younger man, who smiled knowingly and poured some coconut oil into the formers hand. The old man slapped the oil on to my mother’s tit and started spreading it all over its smooth surface with circular movements of his palm. Immediately, Raghu followed suit. He took some oil into his palm and applied it on her tit. Then he poured out some more oil and rubbed it all over her bare back. Vasu took some more oil from him and applied it on her belly and again on her tit. Raghu upturned the bottle, emptying almost half of its content into his cupped palm. After returning the bottle to the table, he gently administered all that oil on both her jumbo boobs. Now both men worked on her heavy tits with their palms, rubbing her, kneading her, running their palms in circles, running their palms vertically, running their palms horizontally, squeezing her, and even slapping her. And when they were finished, the skin of her amazing, well-rounded tits glistened as if it was polished. The area around her nipples seemed like mirrors and I am sure that you could see your faces in them if you scrutinized closely. Their hands did not stop at her tits. They continued to massage her back and waist and pebble-smooth belly. And, all this while, her hands kept stroking their cocks, slowly and steadily. The younger man, placing his right hand on her back, started giving her belly an elaborate massage with the flat of his other palm. He loved her belly. She had a somewhat large belly, a portion of which was continuously visible when she moved around the house with her work. If the edge of her sari shifted from its position just a little, her lovely navel would come to view. Whenever Raghu came to the house, he would simply long for a glimpse of her navel. Often, when he got the chance of stealing glances at her sexy navel, she would catch him in the action. The expression on her face would tell him that she was aware of where he was looking. His heart would beat faster, as his eyes would search her face and eyes for some kind response. But she would always turn her eyes away, and she would gently pull at her sari to cover her belly properly. In his wild fantasies he would imagine her to smile at him invitingly and let him ogle at her navel all that he wanted to.

He now looked at his palm moving in all directions over her beautiful belly, giving her a tight massage, and he smiled greedily. Looking straight into her eyes, he dug his middle finger into her navel and let it stay there. For the first time, he thought he caught a flicker of the fire of passion burning in her heart. But she looked away quickly. He rubbed his palms on her face, and he was so overcome with passion that kissed her lips noisily. He moaned and, suddenly, he climbed upon his feet. He grasped her hair from behind and pressed the tip of his big cock to her lips. He shoved hard, but she would not budge. The next moment, she gave Raghu a great push and jumped upon on her feet. She started to head for the door. But Raghu caught her easily. But, since there was oil all over her torso, she slithered out of his grip and ran for the door. But the younger man lunged forward wildly and threw his arms around her. He lifted her up, her massive boobs heaving, and planted her feet in front of the old man. Raghu grasped her arms and pinned them to her back.

“Please…let me go…” she cried, trying to pull her arms free. She turned her head and glanced at me. And for a while I thought she was going to call out for my help.

“Not until we are finished,” said the old man. With her arms twisted and held tightly behind her, he watched her how her enormous boobs hung in front of her, swinging from side to side with the movements of her body. He slowly placed his palms on her tits.

“What mulakal!” he said. “how did you make them so large, Sunandini?”

“Somebody must be squeezing them every night,” Raghu said and laughed.

“Who plays with your mulakal, Sunandini? Tell us.”

“Hari does…” Raghu laughed again.

The old man laughed too. “I don’t know,” he said, “they sleep in the same room. and she has not known a man for a long time now.” He squeezed her tits. Hard. His strong fingers moved like worms in a can.

“I am sure she makes the boy fuck her,” said Raghu after some time.

“Does she?” Vasu pinched her nipples.

“This boy has a dirty mind, sar. He likes to talk with me about women.”

“Aha?” The old man caught hold of her large tits from the sides and started shaking them from side to side.

Raghu watched him and laughed. Holding her arms with one hand, he used his other hand to tug at her sari. Since she had not wound it properly, it came off quite easily. He dropped it on the floor. Then he carefully undid the knot on the string of her petticoat It went down like a falling curtain. And there stood my mother, with not a thread of clothing on her, in the arms of Raghu.

Vasu bent his knees so that his face came in level with her tits. He now bit her nipple so hard that she cried out. He kept on playing with her tits for some time.

“Let us lift her up and put her on the cot,” he said a little later. Raghu smiled. Vasu bent down and caught hold of her legs above her ankles. Raghu put his arms under her armpits and, together, the two men lifted my mother up. She protested only weakly, for she knew that her protests would fall deaf ears. They lifted her up, but they did not place her body on the cot immediately. They started swinging her body in the air. She was a big woman, and she was stark naked. So it was a little queer to watch her being swung like that.

“Aiyo…please put me down…” she said. The men laughed. Next they dropped her on to the cot, heavily. The impact made her mammoth boobs jump up and she almost fell down from the cot. She would have fallen if she had not caught the edge of the cot just in time.

The two men laughed and she looked up at them helplessly.

Vasu noticed that how her enormous buttocks were moving as she turned over to got up.

“Now,” said he to Raghu, “I want to show you something which I am sure you have never seen in your life.”

“What is it, sar?” asked the younger fellow excitedly.

The old man gestured him to be patient. He said to my mother, “Stand on your al fours. Show us your lovely chandi.”

Raghu laughed.

My mother looked at Vasu. “Sar, it is too late tonight,” she said. But even as she spoke, she knew that it was futile to argue with him. If she begged, her begging would fall on deaf ears.

Nevertheless, she begged. “Please…”

“Do as I tell you,” Vasu told her sharply.

She did not look at Raghu. She slowly got on her knees and started to turn her body around.

“Turn your arse towards this direction, towards us,” the old man instructed her, gesturing with his hands.

My mother lifted the pillow and placed it under the window-sill, against the wall. She knew exactly how Vasu wanted her to position her lovely arse. She placed her forearms on the pillow and, resting her head on her forearms, she gently lifted up her well-rounded arse.

Raghu laughed excitedly. He fondled his big cock with his hand.

“Do you like what you are seeing?” asked the old man.

Raghu nodded.

“Don’t you want to touch what you are seeing?”

“Yes!”

With a naughty laugh, the younger man slowly placed his palms on my mother’s enormous buttocks. I noticed, to my surprise, that his fingers were trembling.

“They are warm,” he commented.

Gently, he let the tip of his fingers run all over the great expanse of her wheat-complexioned chandi, his touch feathery. She was tickled, but she remained still.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, as if it was all too much for him finally, and he bent down and placed a kiss on her arse-hole.

Vasu gently pushed him a little to the side. “Now watch this,” he said.

He stroked her jackfruit-sized arse lovingly for a brief moment. Then, lifting his hand, he placed a quick slap upon one of the great cheeks. She did not move or say anything.

“Ahhahaa!” Raghu laughed, clapping his hands.

The old man’s arm came down like a whip. Again and again. He started slapping her with both his hands, one hand after the other, and one cheek after the other. Crack! His slaps fell noisily. Now my mother tilted her head to look at him, to let his know that he was hurting her. But that was the whole idea.

Vasu moved a little aside. “You too slap,” he told Raghu, who joined him quite willingly. So the two men stood on either side of her huge buttocks and started slapping her. Slap, slap.

“Aiyo…madi…sar…” she begged after a while.

But the men would not stop.

“Please…”

Slap. Slap. The cheeks of her over-sized chandi grew red.

Finally, Vasu stopped and said, “Pour some oil on her arse.”

The younger man retrieved the bottle on the table. Now it was only half full.

“Pour all of it on her big arse,” Vasu told him. “Put some of it into her arse-hole. I want to see you fuck her arse-hole.”

When he heard this, Raghu’s whole body trembled. He laughed. But my mother immediately sat up.

“No…sar…please…adu venda…” she begged.

“What is bothering you, woman?” asked Vasu. “He will fuck your arse-hole better than I did.”

She did not say anything. She was avoiding Raghu’s gaze and her face was red with embarrassment. She gently crossed her forearms over her balloon-like boobs and started to climb down from the cot.

“You won’t let Raghu fuck your arse-hole?” Vasu said.

She did not reply, but she slowly shook her head. She was standing on the floor now. Her long, straight hair fell on one side of her face and she looked very beautiful and sexy.

All of a sudden, the old man slapped her on the face. It was an explosive action and she was completely taken by surprise. The impact threw her body back and she fell heavily upon the cot, her jumbo-sized tits jumping up and down, like passengers in a bus that is crossing a sudden bump.

“Return to your dog-like position immediately!” Vasu ordered her.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She was afraid that he would slap her again. She sat up and raised her arms in self-defense.

“Please…” she said weakly and, at the same time, she slowly climbed upon her knees and started to turn around, turning her wide buttocks towards them.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and gently laid her forearms once again on the pillow. Then, pressing her face against the forearms, she slowly lifted up her jumbo buttocks.

“That’s a nice girl!” said Vasu. The men were truly delighted. They stepped back a little to have good view of her great asset.

“I have never seen a lovelier chandi,” remarked Raghu.

“So how many chandis have your seen in your life?” asked the old man in a lighter mood.

“Many,” replied the younger man, “but none as huge and shapely as this.”

“Go on,” said Vasu now, “let your hands work on her chandi.”

Raghu had already removed the cap of the bottle. Now he stepped forward with a broad grin on his face and, raising his hand, he slowly upturned the bottle above my mother’s huge buttocks, moving his hand in a circle as he did so, allowing the coconut oil to fall all over her. Then, quickly putting the empty bottle on the table, he started spreading the oil all over the two massive cheeks before the oil flowed down her fat thighs. The part of her body she was keeping raised swayed as he used a lot of pressure to rub the oil evenly with his palms. He moved his palms continuously in great circles on both the cheeks, massaging her, making her arse warm. She tried to remain as still as possible, hiding her face in her forearms. She kept quiet.

Vasu now suddenly sat down on a corner of the cot and watched the whole scene passively. He kept stroking his erect cock slowly.

The younger man kept moving his palms in circles on her arse. I could hear the sound of skin rubbing against skin as his hands moved. In between, he would let his hands glide down to the small of her back and her lovely waist.

Then, grinning at the old man, he gave her arse a loud slap. Her arse thrown to one side, she almost losing her balance, and then it slowly returned to its original position. He slapped her again, this time with his other hand. Now her arse leaned towards the other side. He went on slapping her in this manner. He had large hands and he was slapping her quite ruthlessly, his hands flying in the air in wide circles.

Slap. Slap.

Vasu kept looking at her quickly reddening arse and at her face. He could not see her face, though, because she was keeping it pressed against her forearms.

She bore Raghu’s slapping silently. Now Raghu got ready to fuck her arse-hole. Moving close to her, he brought the tip of his large cock in contact with the opening of her anus. She stiffened, and for a second it seemed like she wanted to protest. But she remained silent, and still. Gently moving his cock to this side and that with his hand, he started poking it into her anus. He had applied some oil on his penis, too, but his manhood was bigger than Vasu’s. So, he was having to push his way through. The head of his cock was now in. Raghu now left his penis and grabbed her hips with both his hands. He pushed. She suddenly sucked in air through her teeth.

“Aiyo…Raghu…” she said.

He thrust his pelvis forward, slowly but steadily, and did not stop until his large cock was not inside her to the hilt.

“Ra..ghuuuu…aiyo…aaaahhhhhhhhh…” It was such a sexy moan that both the men looked towards her face, though they could not see it. The younger man waited. He was completely inside her now. And he was finding it hard to believe. Oh, how much he had lusted for her broad, well-rounded arse. If ever her back was turned towards him, his eyes would glue themselves on her arse. It was big and its rotundity was always visible through her sari. And, when she moved, he could clearly make out the jiggling of each plump cheek. Once, when he was picking up chopped-up fire-wood in the backyard of the house and she was helping him there, her arse had come so close to his face that he could feel its warmth, and he had almost stretched out his hand and pinched it. Now, Raghu stroked her fleshy hips lovingly. He shut his eyes and for a while he concentrated on how the walls of her anus were tightening around his hard cock. Vasu was loving it all. He was about to witness a scene of arse-fucking. His lovely sex-goddess was about to be arse-fucked by a dirty, dark fellow.

As Raghu stood still, my mother lifted her head and glanced at him through the corner of her eye. She could feel the power and hardness of his erect cock all the way up to her throat. The man saw her looking up at him. He smiled. He gently leaned his torso forward and gathered her long, straight hair in his hands. Then, clutching the end of her beautiful locks with one hand, he placed his other hand on her hip and started moving his pelvis. My mother pressed her forehead against her forearms; I could see her nose and her lips now from where I lay. As he started fucking her arse-hole, she gathered her lower lip between her teeth and made short moaning sounds. Raghu suddenly tugged at her hair and she was forced to tilt her head back; her nose and her lips disappeared from my view. Raghu had started slowly, moving his pelvis almost like a sloth. But now his movements were catching speed and his rhythm was getting steadier. His large testicles were slapping against her wet cunt, and I think that she was liking it. He increased his speed. She began to moan louder. She would moan every time his pelvis leapt towards her and his balls went “thump” on her juicy cunt. Vasu was not even blinking. He was slowly stroking his cock which was now erect like never before. He was again and looking at her face, which he could see now, since Raghu was pulling her hair and she had to keep her head raised. He watched her clutch her pillow tightly, her eyes shut, her toes and lower leg muscles stiffened, loud moans escaping her parted lips. She was loving it now. He could tell by the manner in which she was moaning and biting her fat lower lip.

Vasu sat and watched the fucking couple for about ten minutes. Then he got up.

“Raghu, can you climb upon the cot?” he asked.

Raghu stopped and looked at him as if he was waking from a dream.

“What, sar?” he said. He was totally drenched in sweat.

“Climb upon the cot,” the old man said. “I want to join you.”

Raghu started to disengage himself from my mother.

“No, no,” said Vasu, “don’t take it out. There must be room in there for both of us.”

The younger man understood. He grinned at the old man. I saw my mother looking at the two men through the corner of her eye. Raghu carefully lifted his leg and climbed upon the cot. He kept his knees bent, so as not to disturb the position of his pulsating cock. The window was directly above my mother’s head. He left her hair and caught hold of the window-bars with both his hands for support. Vasu now positioned himself behind her. He looked at her large anus into which Raghu’s great cock was disappearing. Her arse-hole looked packed. But he believed that the elastic walls of her anus could accommodate one more cock. If it was otherwise, they would see. He held his erect penis and rubbed its tip against the lovely cheeks of her huge buttocks. He tickled her cunt with it. Her cunt was dripping wet and looked very hungry. It looked as if it was all ready to swallow his cock. But, right now, the old man was more interested in her arse-hole. His cock found the lower portion of the opening of her anus. Maneuvering with his hand, he tested the elasticity of the opening. From where I lay, I could make out no opening at all; it was already occupied by a large, black banana. Vasu pushed and, to my amazement, I saw a portion of the head of his erect penis disappear into the tiny, dark space between Raghu’s cock and my mother’s anus’ lower wall. “Aiyo!” said my mother, “idu venda…sar…aiyo…” The men paid no attention to her. For them, she was now just a hole. Vasu pushed with his hands and kept on finding room for his big cock.

“Aiyoooooo…ohhhhhh…aiyo…….!.” my mother groaned. She wanted to get up, but Raghu was directly above her now. A lot of his weight was falling on her body and it was keeping her pinned down. Vasu went in further into her and she gave out such a sharp cry that the old man had to slap her on her arse to keep her quiet. Now, almost half his cock was inside her anus. Raghu bent down his head to see how things were moving. Vasu left his penis and started pushing with his pelvis. And, with my mother producing her longest moan till now, the old man shoved his cock all the way into her already occupied anus. All the way. To the hilt. Now her arse-hole was going to be fucked by not one, but by two cocks, together. She held her pillow in a tight grip as Vasu took in a deep breath. He was bathed in sweat. All three of them were wet with perspiration. The night was very silent. What time was it? I wondered. Outside, a cool breeze was blowing and some of it was coming in through the open window.

“Sar…idu venda…” my mother begged. “It hurts…aiyo…please…!”

First, the old man started to move. He moved clumsily, because though he was moving his pelvis, his cock was stuck and stationery. Then, Raghu started moving.

“Aaaaahhhh…stop it…please..idu venda…aiyo…”

Vasu slapped her buttocks. “Shut up,” he said. “Do you want your son to wake up and see you now?” She bit her lips, muffling her moans. The two men soon built a rhythm. Maybe, the walls of her arse-hole were now yielding and the gang of cocks was finally finding space to move. She, too, was now realizing that it was better to let the men have their way. Her body was visibly relaxing. And, as she relaxed, the men found more and more room for their business. Above all, the coconut oil which the men had used so lavishly was now coming to good and proper use. So, after a while, it was all a very smooth affair. I was enjoying it. The men were loving it. And she was loving it too. She had grown quiet. Her moans, which came occasionally, suggested only pleasure. A deep pleasure. Outside, the night-bird gave a loud call and flew away. It went on calling in the far distance. And then its voice faded away.

Hi sexy girls & boys my name is Saleem from Karachi Pakistan male 24 years old having a nice 8″ dick. Main apni story urdu main apko sunana chahta hoon takay zyada say zyada logoon gi samajh main asakay mairi bahan ka nam sadia hay aur uski umer 20 sal hay uska figure kafi khubsorat hay yeh un dinoon ki bat hay jab main Metric main tha aur mairi umar 18 sal aur sadia ki umar 14 sal thi aik din jab hamaray Chacha ka intikal hogaya to mairay parents unkay ghar Hydrerabad main chalay gay aur mairay Exams ki wajah say mujhay aur sadia ko ghar main chor gay hum nay School say akar khana freidge say nikal kar garam karkay kha liya aur phir apnay apnay room main sonay chalay gay main apnay paper ki tyari kar raha tha aur night bulb jala kar parh raha tha (mairi adat hay kay rat kay waqt mainsirf chaddi pahan kar sota hoon) kay achanak mairay kamray ka darwaza zoor say baja main ghabra gaya aur darwaza khola to sadia jhat say mairay galay lag kar rona suro hogai main nay pocha kya hoa to kahnay lagi mairay kamray main koi hay mainay usay samjhaya kay mairay aur tumharay elawah ghar main koi nahi hay magar woh buri tarah say dargai thi mainay uskay room ki talshi li to waha koi nahi tha mainay usay samjhaya magar woh nahi samjhi aur zid karnay lagi kay main apkay sath isi kamray.

Main sojati hoon mainay kaha theek hay agar tum darrahi ho to sojao main apnay paper ki tyari karnay laga aur woh sogai takreeban 2 ghantay kay bad mujhay bhi nend anay lagi aur main bhi night bulb jala kar sonay laga kay achanak mairi nazar uski maxi par pari (Sadia rat main frook type ki maxi pahanti hay) woh apni jagahsay hati hoi thi aur uski choot saf nazar arahi thi usnay andar chaddi nahi pahni thi maira to yeh daikhtay hi lund full khara hogaya aur chaddi ko pharnay laga mainay apni chaddi utar di aur ahista say sadia kay barabar main late gaya aur uski maxi ko ahista say upar khiskanay laga mainay not kia kay usnay under body bhi nahi pahni thi sayad garmi ki wajah say woh rat main full relax hokar soti thi mairay lund nay uskay jism ko tuch karna suro kardia uska munh mairi taraf tha mainay ahista say uski choot par ungli rakhi to woh bohat hi garam aur tight horahi thi mainay apnay hath ko uski choot par phairna suro kardi achanak usnay apna right hand mairay jism par rakh dia aur ahista ahista nichay lund tak pohanch gaya aik larki ka hath patay hi mairay lund nay apni pori aab o tab dikhadi aur woh aur tangaya jiski wajah say sadia ki ankh khul gai aur woh yeh sab daikh kar hairan rah gai main parishan hogaya kay ab yeh mairi sikayat parents say karday gi magar usnay apna hath say maira lund pakar kar pocha bhai yeh kya hay aur yeh itna bara kyoon hay mujhay yeh sunkar kuch tasali hoi aur phir mainay usay ghairna suru kiya ahista ahista mainay usay samjhanay samjhanay kay bahanay pora nanga kardia aur uskay chottay chottat gaind jaisay mammo ko dabana surro kardia.

Aur jab woh puri tarahsay garam hogai to apna lund uskay munh main day dia aur us say kaha kay isay chosso us waqt maira lund poray 5″ ka tha usnay usay chossna suro kardia aur mainay 69 ki position main akar uski choot ko chatna surro kardia thoori dair kay bad woh jhur gai aur uski choot nay namkeen pani chor dia mainay woh sara pi liya kuch hi dair main main bhi uskay munh main hi jhar gaya aur usnay maira sara mall chose liya aur mujhsay kahnay lagi bhai yeh to bohat hi mazaydar hay aur yeh sub karkay mujhay bara maza aya hay dobara karain mainay kaha ab hum kuch aur karaingay jissay tumhay aur zyada maza aay ga aur mainay apnay dressing table say vesline ki bottle uthai aur apnay lund aur uski choot par bohat sara vesline lagaya aur apni aik ungli uski choot main dali uski choot bohat tight thi ungli undar thori si hi gai thi kay woh cheekhnay lagi kay darda horaha hay mainay kaha thori dair bardast karo phir bohat maza aay ga aur ahista ahista uski choot main apni doonoon unglian dall kar uski choot ko vesline say achi tarah chikna kardia aur phir apnay kharay lund ko ahista say uski choot.

Main dala abhi mairay lund ka topa hi under gaya tha kay woh zoor zoor say cheekhnay lagi bhai nikalo mujhay bohat dard horaha hay manay uskay cheekhnay ki parwah kiyay baghar apna lund andar sirkana suro kardia takreeban 2″ andar janay kay bad main ruk gaya aur uskay hont par zordar kiss karnay laga aur uskay boobs ko dabanay laga kuch dair bad usay rahat mili ab mainay position laikar pahlay uskay munh ko apnay munh say achi tarah say dhak liya takay uski cheekh na nikal sakay aur phir aik zoordar jhatka mara uski cheekh mairay munh main hi dab gai aur maira pora lund uski choot main challa gaya woh tarapnay lagi aur behosh hogai magar mujhay hosh kaha tha mainay chudai ko jari rakha uski choot say khoon nikal raha tha mainay usay kapray say saf kia aur thoori dair kay bad apna lund bhi nikal kar saf kia aur uskay munh par pani markar usay hosh main laya woh ronay lagi usay bohat dard horaha tha mainay uski choonchioon ko khoob achi tarah say manjha kuch dair main usay sukoon mila to mainay aik bar phir tayyari ki aur apnay lund par phir vesline lagakar uski choot main dal dia ab mainay ahista ahista apna lund uski choot main dala woh thora cheekhi to main ruk gaya kuch dair bad usay dard ki jaga rahat milnay lagi aur woh apni kamar ko chalanay lagi ab mainay bhi apni raftar teez kardi aur hum doonon chudai main magan hogay taqreeban 15 mint kay bad woh jhar gai magar mainay apna kam jari rakha aur usay choodta raha taqreban adhay ghantay kay bad main bhi jahrgaya aur phir hum sogay aur yeh silsila kafi ursay jari raha acha ab mujhay ijazat hay main phir aaonga kaisi lagi mairi story send me e-mail [email protected].

I am a 26 years old boy from Punjab. I am going to tell you a real sex story of me and widow nanad of my didi. Ye bat aaj se kuch sal purani hai jab mai apne didi ke pass padne ke liye giya hua tha.mere jija ji ek bade buisness man hai un ke pass ek bada sa ghar hai us ghar me jija ji didi aur un ke ek widow sister rehti thi woh ek sarkari teacher thi our jallandhar ke paas ke ek pind me padane jati thi us ki umar koi 52 saal ki hogi us ka naam tha surjit us ke shakal se pata hi nahi chalta tha ki woh 52 saal ki hai shaadi ke kuch sall baad hi us ke pati ki maut ho gayi ek accident me us ka koi bacha bhi nahi tha woh mere didi aur jija ji ke sath rehte thi us ka kad takraban 5.4 feet rang saaf weight 70 our us ka body size 40 32 38 hoga.dikhne me woh bahot sunder our sexy lagti thi mai didi ke pass padne ke liye gaya surjit ka nature kafi different tha woh bolti bhi kam thi our ghusse wali bhi thi mere mann me us ke bare me kuch bhi na tha jab mere colege start hue to mere nai dost ban gaye hum free time me canteen me bath kar batte karte samay gujrata gaya aur hum log appas me kaffi ghul mil gaye zahir se baat hai ki is umar me non veg batto ka hona ik normal si baat thi kabbi koi sexy magzine le aata aur kabhi koi blue film ke c.d lae aata ye sab dekh dekh kar mera mann bhi kisse koi chodne ko karne laga. Hamara college sirf boys ka college tha mere nazar me do hi aurat thi ek didi par woh mere bahan thi aur ek didi ki nanad surjit.

Par us ke sath sex karna to bili ke gal me ghanti bhandhane wali baat thi din ba din surjit mere zehan me basti chali gayi us ka kamra mere kamre ke sath hi tha ek din acanak mere jija ji ne mera kamra apne manager ko de diya aur mera saman surjit ke kamre me shift kar diya mujhe ek ummed ki kiran dikhaide aur mai us ke sath rehne laga woh baat kafi kam bat karti thi kuch din to mai chup chap sota raha magar ek din mai us ko chodne ka plan banane laga woh aksar sari pehan kar soti thi mai us ke sonne ke bad us ke sahreer ko dekhta rehta maine apne dosto se baat ki to unho ne mujhe himmat kar ke try karne ko bola us din raat jab woh soi padi thi to mai use ke bade bade boobs per hath pehrane laga mujhe bahot maza aha raha tha mai 10 min use ke boobs ke sath kehlta raha phir mai uske tango ko sahlane laga aur thori der baad us ke paticot ke andar se us ke tango par haath pherane laga himmat karte karte mera hath us ke garam garam chut pe paunch gaya kya mazedar chot thi uski par ekdam achank woh jaag pari ye sab dekh kar woh haran rah gayi mai to dar gaya agar es ne didi ko bol diya to mere kya hoga mai us se sorry fell karne laga to woh has kar boli woh to kab se apni fudi dene k liye bekarar hai magar vada karo ki kisse se bolo ge nahi.

Maine vada kar diya aur us ko lip kiss karne laga lip kiss ke baad maine us ke moh me apni zeeb dal di aur us ki zeeb ko 10 min tak chusta raha us ke baad maine us ka balaos aur bra khol diye aur pagalo ki tara us ke boobs chupne laga woh bahut garam ho gayi aur mere ko zor zor se dabani lagi our boli pls apna lund dalo to maine us ka paitekot utara our uski panty utari us ke chut dekh kar mai haran ho gaya woh to ek kuvari ladki ki choot lag rahi thi magar us pe kafi baal the maine bola in ko shave nahi karti to boli kis ke lea shave karo to mai bath room se shaving kit laya aur maine us ke chut ke baal shave kiye shave karne ke baad hum 69 position me sucking karne lage woh mera lund chup rahi thi aur us ki chut thori der baad maine ue ki tange kholi aur apna lund us ki chut me dala zab maine zor se zataka mara to us ke aak me se pani aha gaya phir mai use chodta raha kuch der baad maine us ko doggy style me choda woh zor zor se bol rahi thi mai zarane wali hoon mai zarane wali hoon aur ek dam se wo discharge ho gayi thori der baad maine bhi apna pani us ke andar chod diya phir hum bathroom me nahane chale gaye us rat maine us ko 3 bar choda ye silsila 3 sal chalta raha mai use roz chodta woh garab nirodak goli khane lagi us ke chere per muskaan aha gayi thi aur ab woh har samme khush rahte thi phir meri padai puri ho gayi aur mai wapis apne ghar aha gaya abb mai jab bhi didi ke ghar jata hoon us ki roz chudai karta hoon any unmarried married divorcee any age woman want secret realtion with full satisfaction mail me at [email protected].

Hi Friends this is Sameer with a new real experience of my life. Today I am going to tell you a story of my sex relations which was happened few months before with my friend’s sister. I give tuitions (not professionally) at my home. One day my friend came to me and said to give tuitions to his Bua’s children at their home I said “ok” and went with him to their home. They were two brothers studying in 6th and 7th class, I started teaching them. I used to go to their home daily and did not meet another person of their family except their mother but I always see the ladies suits and salwar spreading their on sun so it was clear that there was a young girl too in their family but I never saw her because she hardly come out in our study room.

One day I went to their home and knocked the door and I was surprised to see a young girl of 15-16 of age opened the door, she was not much beautiful but she had a sensational body in that teen age. I went in and set in the study room she brought me water and moved back I was watching her heavy back. She was really full of juice… But I could not do anything. After some days I asked her brothers about her and they told me that “she is Sonika (Sonu) she is studying in class 10th” I said “ok” after some months both of brothers passed with good marks but she did not got good marks because she was not good in her studies. So her mother requested me to teach her for the final exams and I was agreed because I wanted this to be near of her… And she started her studies with me.

Now during the studies I always look at her huge boobs. I was surprised to see that she did not wear any bra as she had huge boobs. Her suites were transparent so her shameez was clearly visible to me but there was not any bra. And this was the thing which mostly fascinated me to her but she was unknown on all these things. She had no interest in movies, magazines and entertainment, she was a house girl so it so difficult to me get her easily but I was badly desired to crush her boobs, ass and her soft, untouched pussy day by day my desire was increasing. Sometimes I could see a little glance of her big boobs through her neck side. And I had no way to have sex with her. Many times I fucked her in my dreams and I never know that my dream will come true soon.

After few months I took a room on rent for tuitions and I said to her mother that “I am not able to come to your home now, so if you want your daughter’s studies continue then plzz send her to my institute”. Her mother agreed to send her and her sons also. Now she always comes to my institute regularly. And I thought that now I could have an opportunity… But I have to be familiar with her before everything. And I started laughing and joking with her and after few days she became very familiar with me and this was better for me. One day I gave her some work to do and she made lots of mistakes I became angry and I clutched her arm to punish her and suddenly my finger touched her one of the balls I felt like I touched any strong thing. First time I realized that her boobs were as strong as a stone. During this my cock became hot and it was erected as a rod but she did not feel this she just moved her arm from her breasts. This incident made me more anxious to fuck her.

And one day I was waiting for her in my institute for her class. I was still thinking the hardness of her boobs my cock was erected and I was rubbing it, I had closed my eyes, my one arm was on my eyes and one hand was rubbing my cock. My cock was fully erected and clearly visible in my pant near my thighs. Suddenly I heard the voice of Sonu she was coming. I moved back my hand from my cock and pretend to sleep. I had opened my eyes slightly so I could see her but she could not guess that I was sleeping or not. She came in and set towards me. I wanted her to see my cock. She was sitting there quietly… And suddenly her eyes fell on my cock. She moved her eyes from there first but she again fixed her eyes on it. I was seeing all this and my cock became stronger as her sights were falling on it. It was really a great feeling if one girl is watching at your cock like that. I was waiting for the next. Her face became red and her eyes were half closed. My 8″ cock became tighter and it was looking huge through my pant.

Few minutes later her hand moved and she placed it on my knee and said “Bhaiya…” I did not answer because I knew that what she was trying to do. When I did not answer her then her hand moved a bit upward on my thigh and she again said “Bhaiya”. But I was still quite. And her hand moved more upward. Now her finger was on the edge of my cock and her palm was on my thigh. She slowly ran her finger on the edge of my cock. I was on fire at that moment. She moved back her fingers from my cock and again said “Bhaiya utho na”. But I still did not move and finally she placed her palm on my dick and slowly ran it on my cock from its top to bottom. During this her face was become very red. She licked her lower lip and slowly pressed my dick. Now it was the right time to attack because her hand was on my cock. I rapidly moved my hand pressed her hand which was on my cock that time. Her face became white she was caught red handed. She tried to move her hand but I said “Khelti raho is se” she smiled in embarrassment and stood up. I rose from the chair and took her in my arms. I took her one ball in my palm and pressed it. It was really sensational. Her boobs were really very hard as I never imagine. I took her to bed and began to remove her kameez.

She said “nahi plzz aisa mat karo” But I did not want to listen anything I placed my lips on her lips and began to suck my one hand was still pressing her right boob. After some time she became hot and I removed her kameez. Her boobs were now behind her shameez. But her shameez was not able to hid her boobs because they were too large to fit in the shameez I removed her shameez too. Now her breasts were nacked. I kissed her boobs and took one nipple in my mouth WOWWWW it was really tremendous to suck the big boobs like those. Then I removed her salwar and panty. She was nacked now I removed my dresses and shown her my large cock I placed her hand on it and said “lo ab khelo is se” she grabbed it and began to press it with joy. Then I Said her” Sonu ise chooso plzzz” she denied. But I forcefully entered my cock into her mouth. With slight hesitations she started sucking it. I was about to cum then I pull out my cock from her mouth and moved down to her legs and placed my lips on her wet pussy I was licking and sucking it.

She was still rubbing my cock and my balls then she said “Bhaiya ab a jao na plzz” saying this she spread her legs more widely I set down between her legs and placed my cock on her pussy door. She was moaning “aaaaaahh Daaaaaaaaaaloooo naaaaaa plzzzzz” I pushed my cock in a bit and she screamed loudly “ahhhhhhhhhhhh Bahutt darddddd hooo rahaaaa haiiiiii” but I did not care at all I pushed more hardly tearing her pussy. It was bleeding and she was crying with pain. After sometime she began to enjoy it. And she took me in her arms. Now she was pushing her waist upward to get full cock in. We both were moaning loudly. I was pushing my dick in with strong hits and she was enjoying my every stroke… Then I released my cum in her pussy. She pressed me more tightly. Her pussy was full of my cum. Then I pulled out my pussy and slept on her large boobs for some time. After some time my cock erected again and then I fucked her ass hole. We enjoyed sex then she went back to her home. We always have sex during the class.

Its Zahid, Age 23, From Delhi. Now I tell u about my first Sex Experience. I think would u like to listen it in Urdu Language. But I will tell u Urdu and English Mix. In the previous summer I had go to enjoy my holidays to my Auntie’s House. She live in Lahore, My Aunty has three children. One girl and two boys. Girl is really very beautiful, barree baree ankhaine teekhay teekhay nain naqash, rang sanwalaa sa aur figure Wow, 36-28-36. Amazing figure. I was trying to touch and kiss him but wo mujhay lift hi nai karwaa rahi thee. Main mayoos hota chala ja raha tha aur soach raha tha kay main ammi say kah kar iss say Shadie zaroor karone ga magar! Aik din jab khala aur khalo apnay aik baitay ki Tang check karwanay Shekhopora gay hooay thay kiyonekay uss ki taang main say dard nia jaa raha tha Lahore main say bohat achhay achay doctors ko check karwaya laikin wo theak na hoa to kissi nay aik Bzurg ka bataya to sab udhar chaly gay.

Uss din main so kar utha to main nay daikha Ghar main koi nai main ooper portion main gya waha mujhay kissi kay bataine karnay ki awaz ai main ruk gya aur taak jhaank kartay hoay jab sahan main pohncha to mairee caousen aur sath walone ka larka aik dosray ko kiss karnay main masroof thay iss say pahlay kay main kuch kartaa larkay nay mujhay daikh lea aur dum daba kar bhaag gya. Waha mairee cousin akailee khareee rah gai. Main jo uss say shadee karnay ki umeed lagay baitha tha. Bohat hairaan bhi hoa aur pereshan bhi. Khair main nay uss say kuch nai kaha aur yeh soach lea kay abhi khala aur khalo ko bataone ga main neechay gya aur T.V on kar kay T.V daikhnay laga. My cousin which name is Sadea come to me and said Zahid please don’t tell which u see to my parents. In the meanwhile I had think about Sadea a lot of ideas. So I say to him I will not tell to your parents if you will tell me about ur affair truly. Aur yeh bhi batao kay wo larka tumharay sath kya kya kar chukka hay aur tumharay darmyan yeh sab kuch kab say chal raha hay. Tou uss nay batya kay pichlay do month say wo mairay sath bataine karta hay aur kabhi kabhi kiss bhi kar laita hay.

Aur pichlay haftay say wo mairay mamay bhi daba raha hay. Main nay poocha kya uss nay tumhaine kabhi choda bhi hay. To Sadea nay kaha nai bilkul nai main aisa kaam nai karwaa saktee. Phir sadea nay mujh say kaha kay ab main nay tumhaine sab kuch sach sach bata diya hay abb to tum ammi aboo ko nai bataone gay. Main koan sa bewqoof tha main nay aik aur sharat rakh dee kay pahlay tum mairay sath wohi kuch karo jo tum uss larkay kay sath kartee thee phir mian unhaine nahi bataone ga. Bajaaye iss kay wo maan jatee wo to Gussay main aa gai aur kahnay lagee tum mujhay black mail kar rahay ho. Main nay jo karna tha kar lea abb main kissi say kuch nai karnay wali tumharee marzee tum batao ya na batao. Yeh kah kar wo doosray kamray main chalee gai. Aur main ulooaone ki tarha uss ko daikhta rah gya. Khair mujhay bara Gussa aya. Mian foran utha aur seedha main gate par chala gya check kya kay gate laga hooa hay. Uss kay baad uss kay kamray main gya aur wo apnay bed par laitee hoi thee main uss say kahnay laga asal main sadea mairay kahnay ka matlab yeh nai tha main to. Yeh kahtay hooay main uss kay qareeb pohanch chkaa tha aur main uss kay ooper late gya aur uss kay.

Hontone main hont Dall deaye uss nay bohat zor azmai ki laikin nakam. Uss ki awaz tak nai nikal rahi thee kiyone kay uss kay hont mairay moonh main thay. Takreeban 3 mint baad mujhy mahsoos hoa kay uss nay zoar azmai band kar dee hay aur uss kay hont bhi khulnay lagay haine aur uss nay apnee zubaan mairay moonh main daal dee hay. To main nay uss ko chorr diya aur kaha kay daikho Sadiya main tumharay sath kuch galat nai karon ga laikin agar tum zoar azmai karo gi tou na tou maza aye ga aur ho saktaa hay kuch galat bhi ho jay.

Tou uss nay kaha theak hay magar aik wada karo kay tum kissi ko kuch batao gay to nahi main nay kaha main kya pagal hoon jo kissi say kuch kahone ga. Tou uss nay kaha theak hay phir sab say pahlay mairay mammay dabo. Kiyone nahi jan-e-man main aaj tum ko wo mazza doon ga kay tum tamam ummar na bhulla sko gi. Iss kay baad main nay uss kay mammay maslnay shuru kar deay aur hontone main hont daal deaye. Uss kay moonh say ajeeb ajeeb see awazain niklnay lagee jaisay hhhmmmmmm ahhhhhh ooffffff. Mujhay aur bhi zaida maza anay laga main nay uss ki Qameez utarnee shuru ki to pahlay to uss nay roaka laikin phir maan gai. Aur main nay uss ki qameez samit uss ka Brazier bhi khol diya. Wowwww kya mamy thay uss kay main to pagal hi ho raha tha main nay foran hontone ko chorr kar moonh mamoo par laga deya aur udhar uss ki siskaryan bhi barnay lagee ahhhhhhhhhh offfffffffffffffff zahid please Ahista karo. Kato nahi siraf choooso, Aram say choosso. Aur 10 mint tak uss kay mammy chosnay kay baad maira haath achanak sadia ki Phuddi par chala gya to wo to uchal hi parri. Array kya hooa kahnay lagi nai main yeh nai karwaone ge. Main nay kaha daikho Sadia main siraf Hath hi phairoon ga aur kuch nai aur iss say tumhaine maza bhi bohat zaida aye ga aur agar na maza aye to dobara Shalwar pahan laina. Inshort main nay ussay bohat see tasliyone kay baad mana hi lea.

To main uss ki phudee par taqreeban teen mint hath phairta raha kay mairee aik unglee uss ki phudee main chalee gai. Sadia nay halkee see siskaree bharee aur kuch nai kaha. Main nay dosree unglee bhi daal dee iss baar phir aisa hi hoa. To uss kay baad main nay hath khaich lea aur siraf mamy dabanay laga. Aur kiss karnay laga. Sadia nay maira hath pakraa aur dobara phudee par rakh diya main nay poocha Maza aa raha hay na sadia , bolee haan phir main nay kaha daikho main nay tumharay kapray utaray haine ab mairay bhi utaro to uss nay aik aik kar kay tamam kapray utaar deay siway underwear kay, jiss mian aik wazha ubhaar nazar aa raha tha main nay kay issy bhi utaro to uss nay jab underwear utara to 7” lambaa lan daikh kar hairaan rah gai. Aur boli iss ka kya karoon main na kaha iss ko thora rub karo iss say mujhay maza milay ga. To uss nay aisay hi 2 mint tak kiya aur phir mujh say bolee kay Zahid mairee aik baat mano gay main nay kaha kiyone nai janab. Uss nay kaha kya tum mairee phudee chat saktay ho please mairee pudee main zubaan phairo. Main iss kam say bohat ghabrata tha mujhay acha nai lagtaa tha main nay kaha daikho sadiea yeh kaam theak nahi hay wo mannay ko tyaar hi na thee to main nay kaha aik sharat hay tum mairay lan ko Loly-pop ki tarah coso, phir main tumaree phudee chatone ga, uss nay kaha nai pahlay tum main nay kaha nai pahlay tum iss tarah yeh decide hooa kay 69 postion banai jay.

Uss kay baad uss nay maira lan ahista ahista moonh main laina shuru kya aur main nay uss ki phudee par zubaan rakh deee phir kuch hi dair baar maira lan uss kay moonh main aa jaa raha tha aur wo bohat shouk say maira lan choos rahee thee aur main uss ki phudee kay ander tak zubaan la lejaa raha tha. Kay achanak mairay moon main manee ka aik selaab aa gya. Aur main jazbaat ki aisee ro main bah raha tha kay uss ki saree manee Jose samajh kar pee gya. Phir uss nay uth kar mujhay kharaa kar lea aur aap nechay baith kar mairaa lan choosnay lageee main chotnay wala tha main nay ussay bataya. I am near about to cum then she said don’t worry and cum in my mouth. Main chotnay laga to Yaqqeen karaine mairee to cheekhaine nikal rahee thee.

Ahhahhhhaaaaaaaaaaa aur Sadea thee kay pooray zoar say khainch rahi thee aur uss nay aik Qatrah bhi zaaiea nai kya aur saree manee pee gai. Main nidhaal ho kar late gya aur wo mairaa lan chornay ko tyaar hi na thee aur laitay hooay wo maira lan choos rahi thee kay maira lan phir say tyaar honay laga. Aur main nay kaha Sadia aik baat main nay tumharee mani hay aur aik baat tum mairee mano go tou uss nay kaha kiyone nai zahid tum nay mujhay zindageee ka maza diya hay batao kya kar saktee hoon main tumharay leay. To main nay kaha main tumharee phudee marna chahtaa hoon daikho first time thora dard ho ga uss kay baad mazay hi mazay hongay. Asal maza to phudee mian hay. Tou uss nay inkaar kar diya laikin bohat taqraar kay baad wo maan hi gai aur uss nay tangaine philaa lee main nay uss ki qamar kay neechay taqya rakha to uss ki phudi upper ko uth aai aur bohat wazah ho gai main nay lan ki tope ahista ahista ander karna shuru ki to wo chkeenay lagee main nay nikaal lea aur phir dobara uss ki phudee par lan rakha aur uss kay ooper late gya aur hontone ko monh main lay lea aur aik zoardaar jhatkay say poray ka poora lan uss kay under kar diya uss nay mujhay iss zoar say peechay ko dhakaila kay agar main tyaar na hota to yaqeenan bed say neechay ja girta.

Laikin main chonkay pahlay say tayaar tha iss leay wo mairee grift say na nikal sakee balkay uss ki awaz tak na nikal saki bass ghutee ghutee si awaz aa rahie thee aiiiiiiiiiii mmmmm aur ankhone say ansone chal rahay thay laikin main nay lan bahir na nikala aur 3 mint baad main nay uss kay hont azad kar deay to wo ronay lagee aur kaha mujay bohat dard ho raha hay please nikalo lan ko bahir mujhay nai lainay mazay. Main nay kaha aik sharat pay nikalone ga kay tum bilkul nai hilo gi aur main khud hi ahista ahista nikalone ga wo maan gai aur main ahista ahista nikalnay laga jab adha topa bahir aa gya to main nay aik aur zaor daar jhatka diya aur phir lan ander. Iss baar wo cheekh hi paree aaiiiieyy marrrrrrrrr gai mannnnn offfffffffff nikalo issay bahir main ay nay uss ki aik na sunni aur ahista ahista jhatkay dainay shuru kar deay kuch dair baad wo bhi ooper ko uthnay lagee aur mujh say zaida zoar say ooper ko uthnay lagee aur kahnay lagee aur zoar say Zahid please fuck me like as a Bitch. Mujhay Kutee ki tarah chod kutay. Iss tarah kay alfaaz say main aur josheela ho gya aur zoar zoar say marnay laga. Main nay ussay Ghoree bana lea aur laga jhatkay pay jhatka marnay. Iss kay baad uss nay mujhay aapnay neechay kar lea aur lagee Ghurr swaree karnay.

Phir kay sara nikaal laitee aur aik dam ooper baith jatee main nay uss say kaha kay main choot raha hoon uss nay kaha bass aik mint main choot gyaa laikin wo aik hi lafaz kah rahi thee bas aik mint aaaaaahhhhhhhhh bas aik minttttt yeh kahtay hooay wo mairay opper baithee taqreeban do mint tak ghurr swaree kartee rahee aur phir mairay lan kay ird gird manee hi manee thee aur wo neechay aa gai. Wo choot chukee thee. Phir ham nay ikathay bath lea aur teen baar mazeed chudai ka maza lea aur phir chunkay kahala khalo anay walay thay iss leay kapray badlay aur appnay apnay kamone main masrrof ho gay. [email protected] How was my story viewers, I hope you will like it. I will wait your of your comments. If any fake, then forgive me as I am a new writer, Any Girl, married or unmarried lady, can call me for fucking, I can server for You better at all. Note my e-mail id [email protected].

Hi friends. My name is Raj & I wish to share my intimate love with you .Readers are requested to have patience while going thru this as this is neither a Fantasized story & neither a fake story as I have gone thru many stories. Some of them seems to be good and have some reality but most of them are fake & you can easily judge with your experience .Most of the stories are based on a fiction love with Bhabhi’s & Auntie’s & it seems that all Auntie’s & Bhabhi’s are just waiting that some Rahul/shekhar/Debu will come & F***K them .So, as I had mentioned earlier that this is not a story & so it does not have all the OOOH”S & AAAH’s. If you are reading it for these please go to next story. It started when I was around 28 & working with a four wheeler dealer. My job was selling four wheelers as sales Manager. Before that let me give a little brief about myself. I am Sikh guy handsome tall 6’1’’ I was very handsome with an athletic built (I am using was because this story is 10 years old).Though I am still handsome with a charming face and a very good humor sense & a caring attitude.

So coming back to story, it happened one day when a lady along with a gentleman came to showroom to buy a vehicle for her. As a routine job I delivered her the vehicle & she went away. After a few days I was busy on my job, My subordinate called me & handed over the phone to me saying that some lady is calling you. I heard a lady’s voice, she said I am Sonu speaking I did not recognize her as selling vehicles to customers Is a daily routine job & many lady customers comes to buy the vehicle. I thought she must be facing some problem in her vehicle & so she must have called me. With a professional voice I asked her how can I help? She said everything is fine & the vehicle is running ok .Again professionally I told her to call any time if her vehicle is giving any kind of trouble. She said OK & asked what I had taken in Lunch .I was blushed with the questioned she asked but coolly answered what I had in lunch. I asked why she asked me this question for which she replied nothing & hanged the phone. A few days later she came to my showroom with some problem in her vehicle & came straight to me & explained the problem. I called the mechanic who started diagnosing the problem. Mean time I asked her to sit in the customers lounge. As I was also free I also went to her & started chatting .Then I asked the reason of asking the question, she replied with her eyes down that she likes me & wanted me to be her friend. I was just surprised as I remembered that during the time of invoicing she had mentioned her name as Mrs. Asha. I thought let me also go a little further & check what is there in her mind. I asked her to meet at a coffee shop next day in the evening which she agreed.

Next day after finishing my job we went to coffee house in the evening & there she informed that her husband died in a n accident & she is having a 4 years daughter & is staying with her in-laws who are giving her mental touchier as they think that she is the reasons for their sons marriage. Here I want to tell you some thing about Sonu .She was an average looking girl hmmm & must be having an average height of 5ft, Aged 28, with dark black hairs & an average body. Overall she is a average good looking girl. She may have looked more beautiful if she must be doing some makeup but she was not supposed to do because Indian customs does not allow. That day we sat for an hour & she explained how her husband died in that accident. After that we went home & she used to call on regular intervals & we chat general matters.

One day she called me & informed that she had left her in-laws & shifted near to my residence. She was independent as she was working with some company which she got after her husband’s death. That evening I went to her house for the first time, she offered me tea. There I met her daughter who was beautiful but I can see all the pains, which a child is facing after her fathers death. We chat for some time & then I told her that I am leaving to my home. Her voice chocked & requested to sit for some more time, which I can not deny. There was some kind of attraction, which prompted me to spend some more time. She was feeling distress & I could only give her consolation & for the first time I touched her hands & wept her tears. She put her head on my shoulder & again for the very first time I kissed her forehead. She controlled her feelings & asked me to go as my parents must be waiting & moreover landlord may doubt.

Few days after I was alone in my house as every one went to attend a marriage. I called Sonu & asked whether she can come to my house, which she agreed as her daughter, had gone to her DADI’s place. She came after few minutes, I invited her to my house & we sat on a sofa, offered her some soft drinks. We felt that we were not having words to chat & just dazing in each other’s eyes. I sat besides her & again kissed her on her forehead. This time she lifted her face & from her eyes she invited me to kiss on her lips. Shyly I went near her & kissed on her lips. Initially it was just brushing but it turned down to a violent kissing session. For the first time I was experiencing a feel of a woman, her warmth, her passion, her aggression, her lust, her aroma & everything which a man always dreamt off in his entire bachelorhood.

We must have been engaged in same condition for some 20-25 minutes & a scene from Gunnies world Record came to my mind where couples in America kissed for hours to beat the world record. Finally we could not break the record & separated I slowly lifted her in my arms; she was very light weight & felt to me like I am carrying a feather. I took her to my bedroom & slowly undressing her. First her kammeez then her salwar .Now she was in front of me in her white panties & Bra which were on floor soon. Here she was started naked & for the first time I am gazing EVE in her natural clothes. I maid her laid down on bed & started kissing her everywhere. Though I was not experienced but enough seen adult movies gave me that confidence. I started kissing her earlobes, her naval, her neck, her back ,her toe figures & the best of gods great creativity the BLOOSOMS she must be feeling on the seventh world which I came to know after wards that she had a triple orgasm just with that passionate lovemaking. She then removed my clothes & started fondling by tool.

She was getting so horny that she begged me to enter inside her. I too was not able to control & made her laid on her back & put her legs on my shoulders & then I gave a thrust in her opening which she could not handle as tears started coming out of her eyes. I was not able to understand but she smiled & said that after her husband’s death I am the first man who she had loved & because she did not had sex for the last 2 years she is feeling pain. Her pubic area was full of lovely hairs which were not trimmed for years but it was so beautiful that I wished to play with them. Then I slowly shifted my mouth to her vagina .She gave a big groaning sound which I can never forget. She was shivering as she got fever of Malaria. She was trembling with joy, excitement & lust. She moved her thighs & buttocks so high that I was finding it difficult to handle it pressed my head so hard in her thighs that I almost got hyphenated… She came again & was giving a wild cat look.

She threw me to bed & jumped on me & put my Big tool in her mouth .Let me tell you friends that she was not licking it & was biting & eating it. Sometimes it was so painful that I had to pull it from her mouth. Slowly her pubic juices made her wet & she requested to get inside her .She took mine into her & started giving me jerks from beneath. The whole scene was like a Steam Engine movement of shaft & wheel .We were pushing so hard which made our organs red…We had a great sex time & we made love in different styles for about 2 hours . Finally as every good thing has to come an end our love making machine also got exhausted & we came at same time. My cum came in a force as if I am having a loo. The pressure was so intense that it surprised her too. Finally it was all over & we had our clothes but suddenly we were shocked as someone rang the door bells. I immediately rushed to door to find my sister on the door. We were so afraid but managed to hide her in bathroom. I then opened the door & asked her the reason of coming back early. She told me that she forgot her purse inside which she took & left immediately. I ran back to bathroom & asked her to come, We came out of our fear & after we started laughing at the situation we had. She went back to her home & we keep on maintaining a very healthy, caring & intense love. After she went back I checked my body & was horrified to see nail marks everywhere, which got normal after few days.

She never demanded any thing from me & all she wanted to love her. The whole episode finally ended when I was transferred to another city. After that we used to send letters to each other & it all ended after she got married. Today I am not aware where has she gone & never tried to find her as I do not want to disturb their marriage , but the way our relations started & ended is saved I’m my mind forever & I am sure that she must also not have forgotten me. I was having her love letters which I gave her after she married. So friends this is all about my first intimate love affair. After that I had relations with other girls too & every relation was so successful & had a happy ending .Every girl in my life was very special in her own way. There are many more good intimacies stories which I can share with anyone specially to a lady/girl .If you are interested in maintaining a graceful, long term relation please mail me at my mail ID [email protected]. I assure you will never forget the experience. So bye-bye every one & have a nice time. I hope you must have enjoyed every word & moment. Presently I am working with an MNC as Zonal Manager & enjoying my status well. I love touring & have an access to cities like Delhi, Punjab, MP, Bombay .Wishing you all a good health & happiness.

Hello Folks. I’m Faizal from Bihar. I’d like to narrate my experience with you. My mother was married at an early age of 15 to my father. This is regular among the Muslims in Northern part of Bihar and particularly in Patna where I live. My father is employed in Saudi Arabia for the last 14 years. He comes home only once or twice a year. As a young boy I was interested in watching members of the other sex and I got excited by heavy boobs. Usually my mother slept with me when I was a young boy. But when my father used to visit me she left me sleep alone in my room and she slept with father. I had no idea then, why she did so. One night during my fathers visit I woke up from sleep and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. On the way from bathroom I heard a low moan from my parent’s room. I got curious and went to investigate. In the faint light of the bed lamp I could make out my nude mother lying on bed and my father on top of it. The moans were coming from my mother. I felt as tingling sensation in my penis. I soon returned to my bed. Later I saw my mother dressed only in a petticoat followed by father coming out coming to the bathroom. The whole thing was in my mind for some days. I narrated this incident to one of my friends. He was a few years elder than me. He told me that my parents were having sex. He gave me some pornographic books and a video cassette.

When I was alone at house I played the cassette. I saw a negro making love with a white lady in it and I saw for the first time the cunt of a lady. One night when I was getting lying on the bed, ready to sleep, my father and mother came to my room. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. Convinced that I was asleep they went to their room and on the way I heard my mother say “You always have only this in mind” to my father. I got very excited. After they closed the door I tip toed to their room and viewed through the key hole. Luckily the light was on and I could see both of them sitting on the bed. My father was removing his shirt. He moved close to my mother and hugged her and slowly removed the saree from her shoulder. Mom stood up and helped him to remove the entire saree from the waist and let it on the floor. She then opened the blouse and removed it over her shoulder. Now she was only in a bra and petticoat. I saw my father take some spray from the cupboard and apply it between his legs. Later he moved towards mom who was sitting on the bed and he kept his hands on her bare shoulder and then slide towards the breast. He put his hands inside the breasts and started fondling them. Then he placed his other hand over her shoulder and unhooked the bra from behind and removed it slowly.

Mom asked father to switch off the light. I prayed please don’t make them switch off the light. Maybe, somebody heard my prayers. Father said to mom, “I want to see you in light”. He started fondling her breasts and put one in his mouth. He then proceeded to her belly and started licking her navel. Mother was keeping her hand in his hair. He then made mom to lie on one of her sides and untied the knot of her petticoat and slid it down. She wore a panty underneath. Father caressed her thighs and kissed the insides. He then slid down the panties and mom helped him remove it by raising her legs. Father removed his lungi and his large dick was pointed towards mom. Father took moms hand and kept it on his dick. Mom began stroking it while father was kissing her all over the face. He then pushed her head down towards his crotch.

Mother opened her mouth and started licking father’s dick. Later she put it in her mouth and started moving her head up and down. Then father made mom lie on the bed spread her legs and pushed his head between her thighs. He started licking her insides. Mother started to enjoy this and she kept stroking my fathers head affectionately. Father then got up from the bed, pulled mom to the edge of the bed, spread her legs wider and slowly pushed his shaft between her thighs. I heard mother say “Pathukke (Slowly)”. He slowly started pumping into her. As he increased the speed I could her the “plop plop plop plop” sound as his penis pushed harder into moms wet pussy walls. Meanwhile father was squeezing mom’s boobs. Mom started crying “aaaaaahh mmmm aaaahh ooooooooooh”. I could see mother grabbing father hard as her climax approached. Then she let out a aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” moan. Father continued ramming his rod and at last he fell on top of mother. I returned to my room and jacked off and went to sleep.

In the morning mom was cheerful. A few weeks later my father returned to Saudi Arabia. After 2 months I came to know that my mom was pregnant. My young sister was born during the summer vacations. My mother gained a bit of weight after her pregnancy and she looked more attractive than ever before. She used to breast feed my sister. I used to look at those wonderful breasts. I felt my young sister was lucky to suckle those breasts. Three of us slept in the same room. In the night my baby sister used to wake up and cry. Then mother would take her and breast feed her. One night my sister wet my mother’s saree. She just took the saree off and came to bed with only her blouse and petticoat. She didn’t wear any bra since she was feeding the baby and her lower blouse buttons were open. I moved closer to her and put my leg over her thigh. She said “Aren’t u asleep”. I just answered something sheepishly. I moved down a bit so that my face came into level with her breasts and moved towards them. I could smell milk down there. She didn’t mind when I kept hands on her breasts, she only made a “uummh” sound. I felt she must be enjoying this. I squeezed the boobs a bit and started to insert my hands through her blouse. She asked me what u is doing. I replied I am hungry. She smiled and said “Poor little baby”. I continued to explore her. I unhooked the top buttons of the blouse and freed the boobs from their captivity and started fondling them. She was enjoying it smilingly. The breasts were full and the areolas had the size of a 2 rupee coin. The nipples were erect and I put one in my mouth and started to suck it. Oh sweet milk started to flow into my mouth and I gulped it greedily. Mother moved towards me and asked me to leave some milk for my sister.

My hard penis was brushing her hand. She slowly placed her hand over my crotch while I was feeding on her breasts. Gently she inserted her hand through the pajama and caught my erect dick and asked “what is this, let me have a look.” She untied the strings of my pajama and slid it down and started stroking my dick. I have felt nothing like this before and wanted to continue it as long as possible. She then started stroking it up and down. After a few minutes I couldn’t hold myself for long and shooted my cum all over her palm. She smiled and took me to bathroom cleaned my dick and also her hand. When we returned to bed I jumped over her and started biting and squeezing her breasts. She asked me to relax and do it more gently. Meanwhile she untied the strings of her petticoat and slid it down her legs and she had nothing underneath. I saw her bushy cunt. She lay on her back and spread her legs wide and I was between her legs exploring my place of origin. I placed my finger on the hole and started to move my finger in and out. She raised her buttocks a little and asked me to place a pillow below them.

Her juices started to flow after a few minutes of my finger exploration of her cunt. She then moved to the edge of the bed and asked me to stand by the side of the bed. She spread her legs wide and asked me to insert my dick into her hole. I did so, but due to inexperience my member slipped out. The she took my member in her hand and put it in the right slot. Then she asked me to pump into her. I slowly started to move my dick in and out. Her hot juices drenched my dick and the cunt walls started to squeeze it. My mother moaned “oooohhhhh, pump it harder son, oooooohhhhh”. After some time when I was about to cum, I told her I was ready to go but she instructed me to continue pumping and I loaded my entire sperm into her. I continued pumping till she came. We were both exhausted after the ordeal and my mother bought some water from the fridge to drink. I said I didn’t want water but milk. She teased me but allowed to drink from her milk pots. I asked her whether she would become pregnant. She smiled and asked me not to worry about that. She said she was in the safe period now. We continued this till my father returned from Saudi Arabia. I don’t feel I’ve committed any sin. A son in need is a son indeed for any mother. If any one like contact with me. Call me at…[email protected].

When she turned fifteen, my sister Sheila started going to the same school as me and sort of got in my view every now and then. Some of the guys would come around sniffing out about my sister, wanting to know how old she was, and did her ever fool around, and that kind of stuff. Well, naturally I’d growl and make mean noises and then go sniffing after their sisters. It wasn’t that I was all that protective about Sheila. It was just that I couldn’t imagine anybody wanting to do anything like that with such a little brat. I mean, she was a real little snot, you know. In hindsight, you could hardly blame her really. So that’s the way things were for a couple of months. My little sister was just a kind of noise that lived in one end of our house. Then one night I got the midnight munchies real bad. I hadn’t fucked my girlfriend for a few days, so I was kind of restless and decided to go downstairs and pig-out on some patties.

Our house was two floors with Mom’s bedroom on the second floor, and Sheila’s bedroom on the ground floor, near the downstairs bathroom. In the dark, I sort of groped my way down the stairs and headed for the refrigerator. Sheila’s room is the last door before the kitchen, and as I moved down the hallway, I noticed her door was open a couple of inches, and the light was on. Out of curiosity, I stopped and looked in. Wow! I couldn’t believe it! There was my naked little kid sister standing in front of her mirror, but the sister I used to know wasn’t there anymore. This one had little curves and bumps in places she never had when we went skinny-dipping a couple of years ago. She now had a little curve to her butt and her hips seemed to be wider. She was still skinny, and she was still definitely a kid, but there were differences! Sheila was staring at herself in the mirror when I peeked in, and therefore facing away from me. In the mirror, I could see her from toes to forehead.

Where there used to be a navel on a flat, muscular board, there was now a gently curving little belly. Where there was a skinny rib cage with two nipples on it, there was now a creamy smooth plateau with two perfect little tits, each with a strawberry tip. Wow! Just for a moment, I saw my sister as she really was, a cute budding girl, tall, prettier than average, with a sensual mouth inherited from our mom, and large, limpid brown eyes, from Dad, no doubt. But before this stunning realization had time to really grab me, she started doing something that really blew my mind! Sheila stood in front of her mirror and began to posture and turn, staring at her sweet, naked young body. Like a photographic model, she raised her hands and began to caress her little breasts, rubbing the nipples between her fingers. She closed her eyes almost all the way and watched herself through lowered lashes, biting her lower lip and hissing softly like some video porn queen! Standing there unnoticed outside my little sister’s door, I was paralyzed. I’d never seen anything like this before, and it had my jaw hanging. It also had my cock rising, but I was too absorbed to notice. Sheila kept fondling her little tits until the nipples got hard.

They weren’t very big, so it was hard to tell at that distance, but they also got darker, and I could certainly see that! Then, she slowly lowered one hand and began to caress her slender young body all over, running her hands over her flanks and her belly, squeezing herself gently on the rump. She was also raising one leg and lowering it, rubbing the front of one calf against the back of the other. She kept working closer and closer to her hairless little choot. Sheila was breathing harder and harder, and so was I as I stared at my sister’s gorgeous young body in total disbelief! Then, like she was giving herself a reward, Sheila sighed and slid her hand between her legs. In the mirror, I could see her very gently and sensuously moving her middle finger back and forth across her little cunt, dipping it into the crack a little bit each time. I knew what she was doing, and it turned me on something fierce. My little sister was actually bringing herself off with her finger, and I was watching her do it!! Then, Sis took her hand off her tits and put it against the mirror. Steadying herself, she spread her legs and bent her knees awkwardly, then slid her other hand slowly downward and inward, her skinny middle finger disappearing to the hilt. Wow! That really turned me on, and I grabbed my rock-hard cock and began to rub it, imagining what it would be like to put my stiff prick into that tiny, pink little hole. As I watched, Sheila crouched over with her knees spread, bracing herself against the mirror, with her finger moving in and out of her hot little cunt.

And there was me with my dick up and my jaw down, staring through her partly-open door with my eyes about a foot out of my head and my mouth full of glue. We really would have made a weird scene if anybody had come along. Fortunately nobody did. Sis just kept on stroking her cunt and I just kept on staring and rubbing my cock. After a couple of minutes, though, I could see her legs beginning to tremble from the strain of the awkward position. I wondered why she didn’t just lie down on the bed. As if reading my mind, Sheila did that very thing. Actually, she kind of scuttled into her bed, never taking her finger out of her hairless little choot for a second. When she lay down, her feet were pointed straight at me. I got a perfect view right up between her legs, where all the action was going on. She was making all sorts of moans but all in whispers, like part of her was really into her diddling, but part was aware that she was in a house where other people were asleep. It was pretty strange to listen to, but who listened! I was so busy panting and sweating and rubbing my cock! Sheila was plugging herself fast and furious, with her legs spread wide and rigid on the bed and her other arm flung over her eyes. She kept clenching and unclenching the hand on that arm, raking her nails across her palm. She must really be close! Sis began to suck in her breath in heavy gasps and her legs and belly began to tremble and twitch. She started saying “Ooooohhh, Oooohhh,” really low and throaty, just like my girlfriend does when I’m throwing the bone to her and she’s about to come. I’d never heard that kind of sound out of Sheila before. Then she gritted her teeth and clamped her hand over her mouth.

She went “Uuhhmmmphh!” and shoved her ass straight up into the air. I could see a couple of drops of juice fall from her cunt. Wow! Sheila dropped back on her bed and took a few long, shaky breaths. Her hands fell away to her sides and her whole body went limp and relaxed. The area around her little titties and around her pussy was red and mottled. She looked very happy with herself. Then she sighed and squirmed her way into a more comfortable position. She rolled her head to the side and glanced casually toward the door. As her eyes went wide, I realized that during the heat of things, the door had swung almost halfway open. There I stood, my jaw hanging, with a big, stiff dick jutting out in front of me.

Sheila leapt upright in the bed, her eyes wide with fear and guilt. Then a look of pure hatred came over her. “Get out!” she hissed, low but venomous. “Get out of my room, you pervert! Get out!” She wore her nightgown. I grinned. “I just hang around outside your window at night and take pictures. I never would think to stand in your door… Which you NEVER close.” She stuck her chin out defiantly, which thrust her tits against her nightgown. My cock began to twitch in my pants. “It’s my room and I can do what I want in it. You have no right to invade my privacy.”

“What privacy?” I countered. “You leave your door open like you’re inviting the whole world in. If you want privacy just shut your door!” She flounced off the bed. “Okay! I will, then!” As Sheila stormed across the room, the gown parted and her pert little tits slid into view, like two pink ice cream cones with a raspberry nipple on each. God, she was turning me on! She came to the door and tried to close it. I jammed my foot in the frame and stuck my shoulder through. “Hey! Wait a minute Sheila; I’m not trying to make you mad.” She hesitated a moment and I gently pushed the door back open and came into her room. “And I’m not spying on you. After all, your door was open.” I sat on the edge of her bed.” Besides, what more could I see than what I saw tonight?” She gave me a venomous look. “Don’t you dare mention that, Rajan bhaiya! Don’t you ever mention it to anybody!” I raised an indignant eyebrow. “Boy, for somebody who’s been doing something like that, you sure are self-righteous, Sis!” She softened a little and came over to the bed. “Ohhh, Rajan bhaiya! You won’t tell, will you? Mom would get awfully mad.” I knew Mom would probably understand completely, but I saw my chance here. “Shit, I won’t tell, Sis,” I smiled, shaking my head, “It’s just something between you and me, right?” I let that little hint sink in.

I was making myself apart of her little sex conspiracy, and Sheila didn’t have much choice but to accept me. I could tell by her long, thoughtful look that she realized what I was doing. And I could also tell that she didn’t really mind. In fact, she seemed to be pleased! “Besides,” I added softly, “you saw as much of me as I saw of you. And after all, I’m your big brother. You should trust me.” I laid my hand on her leg. She shuddered a little, but did nothing to remove it. “Shit, Sheila,” I added, “everybody does that. You’re not the first girl that’s ever played with her, you know.” Sheila sat with her eyes down for a short time. Then she put her hand on my arm, the one that was on her thigh. “I don’t know why I do it, Rajan bhaiyya. It makes me feel all funny inside. It feels good.” “I know, Sheila,” I patted her thigh, then began to rub it softly. “It’s a natural thing.”

I slid my hand up Shilpa’s thigh slowly, enjoying the wonderfully soft warmth of it. She stiffened again and her hand gripped my wrist convulsively, but she didn’t really try to stop me. My heart was beginning to pound. I realized for the first time that I was finally going to get my hand in her panties. Maybe I’d get more! “Bhaiya,” she said, her voice a little scared. “Please…” I didn’t say anything, just kept stroking her thigh, moving my hand closer and closer to the edge of her panties. Sheila had my wrist in both hands, but made no move to either close her slightly parted legs or to back away across the bed. “Bhaiya, I’m scared,” she pleaded. I realized that she really was, and that if I didn’t soothe her fears, she’d bolt. It was hard to think about anything but her hot, moist little pussy, though. “Don’t be afraid, Sheila. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to do for you what you were doing to yourself .

Don’t you think that’ll be good?” She still wouldn’t look up, but her breathing was deep and heavy. “Y…yes,” she whispered. “Then relax, I can’t do anything for you if you’re all tight and tense.” I reached out with my free hand and gently pushed her back on the bed. For a moment she resisted, then she lay back. My heart began to really pound. I knew then that it was finally going to happen. “Open your legs, Sis,” I said softly. My voice was shaking. Her eyes were tightly closed, but Sheila slowly let her thighs go limp. Her legs were dangling over the side of the bed and had a kind of dead weight to them, but I got them apart with a little effort. And there she was, just as I’d fantasized at breakfast. Her panties pink and translucent, her thighs darkish, creamy and firm; her buttocks tight beneath her!