Hello, dear readers of ISS. I am Kishen from Pune, reminiscing about the time in my teens. I made a life-changing discovery about my seemingly conservative and decent family, neighbors, and friends.
It was the onset of my pre-university (PU) days. Having passed the first board exam, I was allotted the PU seat for a reputed institution. I felt more like a young man than a boy.
My best buddies, Deepak, Kartik, and Tariq, were still around. Thanks to them getting seats in the colleges near our locality, college days couldn’t be cooler. Roaming the city, watching porn, masturbating and talking about sex felt like a lesser sin, more like the forte of the big boys.
“There aren’t many pretty girls in my batch,” Deepak said as the four of us sat by our ‘secret hangout place’ in the city, bunking collectively.
“I hear you’ve got hot MILF teachers, though,” Tariq remarked.
“But he got no balls to seduce them, let alone approach a girl,” said Kartik.
“Too bad you guys are not in my college to feast your eyes on the so-called milf teachers,” responded Deepak.
“Whatever, I am getting hornier by the day. I hope to soon find my way out of the porn and masturbation cycle,” I said.
“Go to hookers, bro!” came the response in unison from the horny and delusional virgins.
As if it is so easy. Well, it is, but we weren’t too brave for that. The conceptions around safe sex, STDs, societal decency, and the risks of seeking paid sex have been drilled so hard into our minds by our moms.
Thank you, Mom, for initiating the whole thing!
My 42-year-old youthful mom, Savitri, made it a priority to educate me and my buddies about sex. It’s cravings and the potential life-ruining pitfalls we could fall in should we give in to our cravings.
The ‘classes’ were initiated two years after Kartik, who lives in a joint family, went to one of his aunts (dad’s elder sister) one night. He went for a dick massage because it was suddenly ‘hurting.’
Poor guy learned it the embarrassing way that society, at least ours, doesn’t run on porn logic.
I came to know about this piece of interesting information just recently. His 50-year-old voluptuous mom told me during a post-bang fondle session. She casually sucked on my dick tip like a lollipop. More on that in another part.
Coming back, we were educated on the risks of sex, drug, and alcohol abuse, game addiction, and porn. But porn was something that came naturally to us. Probably every teenage 90s kid was riding the first waves of internet penetration.
“Man, I wish we had a more free-er and accommodating society, like those foreigner folks,” I sighed.
“C’mon, man. You’re too brainwashed by porn. Every society has its restrictions,” responded Kartik, as though he was speaking from experience.
“But not as conservative as ours,” remarked Tariq.
“On the good side, we have a huge population, bro. Sooner or later, we’d be stumbling into having sex,” said Deepak. “It’s now a matter of finding and bonding with a girl.”
“Girl? I thought you were into aunties?” I said.
“True, but would you say no to a girl? All young studs are into aunties,” Deepak responded.
“I hope you are not into my mom in that case,” blurted Tariq, rather unknowingly. “You have the biggest dick among us. You’d definitely satisfy her. Ha ha.”
Snap! WTF did he just say? We were all taken aback for a moment.
“Fuck you! Man.” Deepak raised his voice.
“Arrey, drop it! It is not worth it. Tariq blurted it out by mistake like he always does. Let’s go home. I need to go and play some games before my parents come from work.”
“I am sorry I said that. I didn’t mean to. I am not a perv, at least not more than what you guys are,” said Tariq.
What was that supposed to mean?!? We changed the subject, talked about other stuff for a while and dispersed. Tariq was concerned if things were ‘cool’ among us. It was, more or less. We didn’t get the time yet, to process what he said.
Heading back home, I wish I had known back then that Tariq’s words planted in some of our heads the engrossing, enticing idea of making out with each other’s moms. Or his words may have kindled that dormant idea beneath our raging minds.
Or maybe we were already fantasizing about each other moms, especially when our minds wandered while masturbating. We’d never know for sure. The depressing reality that fantasy was far from our reality weighed in on me. I took the stairs to our building.
What else could a sex-starved teenager’s mind be thinking other than sex? I usually arrive home 15 minutes before my parents. As I was bunking, I arrived two hours earlier. I had some plans. I managed to steal a pair of used panties from Usha aunty, who lived next door.
To me, stealing them was like a horny James Bond move. And successful I was, at all times. Not a soul noticed. Usha aunty used to give her house keys to mom whenever she went to her village. It had always been my duty to ensure the fish in the Usha aunty’s aquarium were fed.
I got the idea of keeping a duplicate key to steal freshly worn panties when she isn’t around. Otherwise, even if she was at home, I was always welcome at the house. My former tuition teacher and neighbor, Usha aunty, lived with her husband, Ramesh uncle.
Her daughter, Neetu, recently delivered a baby boy. Usha aunty and Ramesh uncle stayed alone after he was married off. My room has a balcony adjacent to the balcony in Usha aunty’s bedroom. I undressed, leaving my door open. I felt unrestricted that I had the whole house to myself.
I took out the two panties, lay on the bed and began sniffing them as I stroked my tool with my eyes closed. I slowly and steadily awakened my sensuality. The eyes of my imagination saw Usha aunty’s semi-hairy pussy rubbing against my nose.
To my surprise, the two panties smelled slightly different from one another. I could tell. Oh boy! My closed eyes saw Neetu joining in, pushing her mother away sensually before squatting on my face. My mouth watered, and my strokes became faster.
I could now hear Usha aunty’s and Neetu’s moans from thin air above me. As I was about to rev further, I was jolted back to reality by a very real sound. A distant but distinct “Oh my God!” A brief but signature laugh that could have been no one else’s by my mom’s.
Eyes wide open, hands frozen, I was re-processing what I had just heard. Could she have come early? I heard no calling bells. I paused for a few seconds. My ears worked hard to filter away the roadside noise. My ears caught another dimmer “Oh god” sound.
It was none other than my mom Savitri’s. It seemed to come from Usha aunty’s bedroom. I got up from the bed and tucked away the panties. I wore shorts and a t-shirt and exited my house in a jiffy. I found myself standing in front of the main door of the adjacent flat. Usha aunty’s flat!
Mom’s sneakers weren’t there on Usha aunty’s welcome mat. She shouldn’t be inside. Was I making up things? I could hear the TV playing out loud from the inside. Some 90s Marathi movie, for that matter. I kept my ears on the door for about five minutes.
I watched for anyone coming to the corridor or if another door might open. Despite the TV sound, I sensed no movement in the living room. The horny James Bond in me had successfully raided the house several times while Usha aunty was away.
“Fuck it. Let us be sure,” I told myself.
I returned and got the duplicate key to Usha aunty’s house. I opened the door, making a minimal sound. If somebody saw me, I could say I found the door unlocked anyway. I was right! No one was in the living room despite the TV being on.
I tip-toed towards the dining room, which was empty. Then Neetu’s room – empty, the kitchen- empty! I got further away from the TV. I could hear conversational gibberish coming from Usha aunty’s room. Its door was left ajar. The room was alight by a dim light.
I knelt and walked on all fours towards the ajar door. The table beside the doorway to Usha aunty’s bedroom helped me hide. I peeked, I saw, and I was shocked!
Four naked bodies in an orgy! My mom Savitri, Usha Aunty, Ramesh Uncle, and my dad, Sunil. Mom was lying on her back, blowing Ramesh uncle. Each of her legs rested on Usha aunty and Dad. They were licking her together. Two tongues, a clit and three lips fondling each other.
Dad was holding and fondling mom’s right tit while his other hand fingered Usha aunty. Her left-hand fingers were spreading mom’s pussy lips, and her right hand was clutched to mom’s hands. What circuitry for the sexual energy to flow and circulate!
I’d love to be fixated on the action or plunge myself into it. But I know I couldn’t continue peeking, at least not from my current vantage point. A slight head turn by Ramesh uncle could blow my cover. I went back a little and assumed a squatting position.
I heard them and could peek at their action from time to time. Or get up and stride off before anyone comes out of the bedroom.
“Ooh!” came my mom’s orgasmic moan. Loud and clear!
“She came again,” I heard Usha aunty say.
“Good, now let me focus on making you cum,” said dad.
I could hear them move. I peeked cautiously.
I saw mom going further into the bed, near the pillows. Dad and Usha aunty were engrossed in kissing and fingering each other. Yes, you read that right. Usha aunty was fingering dad. Ramesh uncle helped mom keep a pillow under her shoulders and sat on her chest so she could continue sucking him off.
His back was facing me now. There is a lesser chance of anyone catching me peeking. And guess who was oozing pre-cum. I took my dick out and stroked my medium-sized pee-pee. In about a few minutes, I saw Usha aunty moaning and breathing louder.
My dad took her hand away from fingering him. he sat up on the bed and focused on finger fucking her. I saw him using both hands to finger-the-fuck out of Usha aunty’s clit, pussy lips, vagina, and butthole. His fingers seem to know the keystrokes to Usha aunty’s pleasure cues.
“Sunil! Ooh, you are a Mozart in fingering,” said Usha aunty.
Everyone laughed. Ramesh uncle was the loudest. I leaned back in caution, breaking from my view. But I didn’t stop stroking. My precum was dripping on the floor.
There wasn’t much talking. The room’s silence was broken by the sound of cushions and bedsheets moving, light moans, grunts and heavy breathing. The four adults I looked up to in life were engrossed in the act.
I still look up to them with high regard. How they conducted their public and private lives and how they taught, or rather showed, me the same. You will get to know about that through the parts in this series.
I heard Ramesh uncle letting out a big moan. I saw him getting up from mom’s chest, falling on his back on the bed, and lying beside her. He was looking up at the ceiling, relaxing. I have to be careful. He could notice the silhouette of half my face should he look below the door frame, near the table.
“You’ve cum too much, even for the second time Ramesh,” said Mom. She began wiping his cum from her face with her fingers and sucking them.
I cum at that very sight. My load was all over the floor. I leaned back, wiped my cum with my bare hands and rubbed it on my shorts. I heard Usha aunty letting out her orgasmic moan. In my post-nut clarity, I was afraid to peek. Where would Ramesh uncle be looking?
“Fuck it…”
I peeked again. I saw Usha aunty next to mom, licking her hubby’s cum from mom’s face. While planting a few kisses on her cum-ridden lips, cheeks and chin.
“Come here, you sluts!” my dad demanded. He stood from the bed facing them, his bare back facing me.
I leaned back as three pairs of eyes looked in his direction. I could easily be spotted. I could hear from dad’s moans and slurpy sounds that mom and Usha aunty were sucking him off.
“Spread your legs,” I heard mom say.
“No! Push and dig your fingers through my clenched ass,” dad responded.
“That’s how he likes it,” said Ramesh uncle.
“Yes! Just like that, Savi, dig it through,” said Dad.
“I think we need to kneel on the floor, Savi. It is easier and more comfortable. Sunil, can you step back?” Usha aunty said.
I heard my dad stepping back and mom and Usha aunty kneeling on the floor to blow dad. They are closer to the door. Even though I couldn’t see them, I cautiously moved back.
“Yes, that’s perfect. Try to take it fully into your mouth, Usha. Savi darling, continue licking my balls while you wiggle your fingers down there,” said dad.
Dad sure was having an otherworldly experience. His moans conveyed it all. I could also hear the familiar ‘click’ sound of Ramesh uncle lighting a cigarette.
“Ok, I am about to release. One of you stroke me like a motor. (pause) Ah…just like that. Keep the pace,” I heard dad say after a few minutes.
I wish I could see who was stroking him,
“Ahh….” I heard him ejaculate.
“Damm it, Sunil, not on my hair again! Usha, hold it away from my hair next time, please.” said mom.
“I am sorry, Savi. Please, go and wash,” Usha aunty responded.
I could hear them standing up. I stood up slowly and took a step back, ready to jolt away if mom or anyone decided to come out of the room. I saw Neetu’s room was open for me to go and hide in case of an emergency.
“I like your signature wink Sunil, as those two work you down there,” I heard Ramesh uncle say.
Dad giggled. “I need a cig too,” I heard him say.
I could hear mom and dad walking away from the door. My heart skipped a beat because, for a moment, I thought they were walking towards the door. I heard mom opening the bathroom door attached to Usha aunty’s bedroom. I could also hear the sound of Dad and Usha sitting on the bed.
“Come soon and wash, Suni. Kishen will be home in an hour or so,” said Mom as she closed the bathroom door.
“There is still more time. Wash the cum off of your hair and come lie next to me,” said Dad, after I heard him light the cig.
It seemed like they were going to nap or cuddle for a while. The show was over. I felt bad for missing the actual fucking. I wanted to see it in real life and not in porn. But I just witnessed sex for the first time in my life. And that, too a group fuck session.
I put my dick back in my shorts, tip-toed, opened the main door, and stepped out. I closed it in absolute slow motion and sprinted back to my flat’s door, although it was just a few steps away. Dashing into my bed, I hugged my pillow tight and stared blankly at the wall for many minutes, processing what I saw.
I sat on the bed and took Usha aunty’s and Neetu’s panties from under it. I shagged myself, sniffing them. And I knew I shouldn’t have, but it felt all the more arousing to wipe my cum in their panties. And that, my friends, triggered the chain of events I will tell you about in upcoming parts.
That’s all for now.
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