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Hello, my name is Suresh. We live in Bangalore. We consist of 4 members: myself, Suresh (19), my dad, a businessman, my grandmother, and my strict and traditional mom. Her name is Shobana. She is chubby, around 40 years old, with a well-maintained figure of 35-30-35 with a height of 5’4″ and a weight of around 69 kg. She is a teacher who teaches mathematics in her school. This is a simple introduction to my family.

My friend Arun is very close to me and he is around 20 years. We both are in the same college and he used to stay in the hostel. He is a huge fan of aunties and married women.

I and my family used to stay in a 2bhk, where my mom and dad used to sleep in one room and I and my grandmother used to sleep in another.

Mom Shobana is a very strict and dominating lady. She always wears a saree, sometimes a chudidar (salwar). She is like a typical south Indian woman, with sindhoor in the head mangalsutra and a gold chain on her beautiful neck. She is fair in color, having thick and long hair till her lower back.

As my mom was a teacher, she always wanted me to be perfect in everything, especially in my studies. But I was poor in my studies. I was interested in sports, but my mom didn’t like that, so she started to scold me in front of everyone, dad, and neighbors. I used to get angry inside, but I used to ignore it.

One day, due to a family function, I didn’t go to college for a few days. Later, I went to college and met my friend Arun.

Arun: Hey bro, where are you these days? I tried to call you but got no response. What happened?

Me: Nothin bro, I went to the village for a family function, so I couldn’t communicate with you.

Arun: That’s fine, bro.

Me: When is the final year exam?

Arun: I will be there after three months; there is not much time left, bro.

I was a bit sad. He asked me what happened. I told him, “Nothing, bro. I need to study a lot or else my mother will kill me by torturing me.”

Arun: Bro, nothing to worry about, I will help you. By the way, you said your mom is a teacher, right?

Me: Ha, she is.

Arun: It’s not fair, bro, you never introduced me to her since being my best friend.

Me: Hey, nothing like that.

By saying that, I took my phone and showed my mom and dad’s photo and her single photo inside a train. She’s my mom.

After seeing her pic, he said, “Nice bro, looking good, nice family, and she is beautiful.”

I ignored his comment.

He went to the hostel and I came back home. I saw no one was in the house except my mom. I think she just returned from school. Without making noise, I entered my parents’ room. To my luck, the door was not locked; it was slightly open.

Slowly, I peeped and was stunned and shocked. I saw my south Indian traditional strict mom removing her saree and she was in a blouse and petticoat. Her mangalsutra was hanging sexily, her sexy milky cleavage was out of the world. Slowly, she removed her blouse and petticoat. I was shocked more. I was sweating throughout my body after seeing her in a white bra and red pants. Her thighs and her ass were next level. It was a stiff and tight body. Her body was fully white. Her boobs were also stiff and hard.

My dick got hard and for the first time, I was seeing my mom like this. I got clean bowled by her body! She put chudidar (salwar kameez). I came back to my senses and ran toward the bathroom and locked from the inside. I started masturbating. I was doing it hard and rough while imagining my mom’s hot body. Finally, I cummed and freshened up.

I came outside, went toward my room, and changed my dress. Mom came and asked –

Mom: How is your college today?

Me: It’s nice, mom (I was still imagining her in a bra and pants). Mom, we got the exam timetable.

Mom: Omg, when is it?

Me: After 2 months. my friend Arun informed me.

Mom: Who is this Arun whom you never mentioned?

Me: He is my best friend, mom. He stays in the hostel. He is a class topper.

Mom: And you are looser in academics. At least get a pass, or else I will throw you out of this house. You are very arrogant.

Me: I will study well mom, don’t worry.

In the meantime, my dad and grandmother came. My dad was never a problem for me; he was my mom’s slave and always said yes to her decisions. My grandmother didn’t even care about my academics.

I had my dinner with my family. Mom told me to study till 12 am, wake up at 6 am, and study during the entire day. She told me she would come and check on me at 12 am again. I got irritated and came to the room.

In the meantime, I was also thinking that I should really study, or else it would be a shame for our family. After some some time, I got a message from Arun.

Arun: Hey bro, have you slept?

Me: No bro, sitting and studying.

Arun: Nice, bro. Had dinner?

Me: Yes. What are you doing, bro?

Arun: Nothing, just thinking about your family.

Me (I was surprised): What?

Arun: Nothing, bro. I was missing my own family.

Me: Don’t worry, bro. After the exam, you can spend some quality time with your family.

Arun: If you don’t mind, send your family pictures.

Me: I sent pictures of my mom, dad, and myself together.

Arun: Really nice picture, bro. By the way, aunty looks very young.

I was shocked. I wanted to know his intention toward my mom. So I sent a single photo of her in a saree.

Me: Yes bro, but she is very strict.

Arun: She is beautiful and sexy.

Me: What are you saying, bro?! She is my mother! (angry emoji.)

I understood his intention clearly. He wanted to enjoy my mom.

Arun: Sorry, bro. I didn’t mean to say that. Sorry, extremely sorry.

Me: Ok, good night.

I switched off my mobile and started to study.

The time was around 12 am, mom came from her bedroom wearing a nighty and asked me.

Mom: Still studying? Good. Okay, now that it is already 12 am, get some rest. Good night.

I was stunned by her looks at night. She was looking sexy. My dick got hard and did masturbation twice that day. I was very happy to see my mom in a bra and panties during the dress change. I was seeing her at night for the first time after knowing my best friend had lusty feelings for my mom.

The next day morning:

It was Sunday and the house was still empty. Mom was watching the news and I asked her what was going on. She told me that dad and grandmother had gone to the village for a week due to some farmland issues. I was very happy to hear this. So, now me and mom were alone at home.

In the next story, I tell how I convinced my mom to invite my friend Arun to our house for combined studies and how me and my best friend Arun seduced my strict mom in the absence of my dad.

Thank you for reading. I know it is lengthy, but hotter parts are coming soon.

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Hello everyone, I am Santhosh from Bangalore, 22 years old. I just completed my studies. This is my first story. Please do support.

About my mom, she is 46 years old, a typical fair South Indian milf with 38d boobs. She is very conservative and orthodox. She is very friendly, but she is a little strict with me. She has so many friends in our society. Most of them are men. As she had a good figure, everyone liked to talk to her and spend time with her. My dad was a businessman, he had his own business in a different city. So, most of the time, he will be out of Bangalore. I and mom stay together in Bangalore.

Mom kept her body well-maintained by doing some basic yoga at home. She wore only sarees while going out. When at home, she wears only nighty which will be loose. So we can easily make out her figure. Boobs and ass shapes would be clearly visible.

Let me start the story now. This is a real story. This incident happened in December last year.

Actually, we had to attend the function in the native, so I and mom planned to go. On that day, mom first took a bath and came out. Then I went to take a bath. I was fully shocked as there were pubic hairs on the razor. She had forgotten to take her razor with her in a hurry. Mom had cleanly shaved her pussy and I thought maybe she always kept it clean.

Then I took a bath, got ready and we both went to the village to attend the function. We traveled in a bus. It is about 4 hours from Bangalore. Throughout the journey, mom was looking very happy and excited. I thought she was happy to attend the function. She wore a green saree and a black blouse. She was wearing a matching black bra of 38 size. She was looking like a sex goddess.

We reached our village and the function went well. We met many of our relatives and we had a good time. Mom was talking to all happily.

After the function, it was late, so mom told me we will stay in the village for the night. I said no, let’s go as there were buses to Bangalore and we can go back. But mom said no, we will sleep tonight and tomorrow early morning, we will return to Bangalore.

We went to our house in the native. had early dinner as it was a very tiring day.

Mom made beds ready for us to sleep. I was simply scrolling through Instagram and watching some funny reels. At around 8 pm, mom told me she wanted to go to the bathroom. We didn’t have a bathroom in the village so we had to go to the fields. Since it was night, I told mom that I will come with her. But she said no and that she will go to the nearby field and come back soon. She took the mobile phone.

Mom was wearing a nighty. It was very cold outside also. The time was 8:30 pm, but she hadn’t come back. So I called on her phone. She picked up the phone and told me she was on the way back. But she was breathing heavily. I had some doubts and then she suddenly cut the call!

At 8:45 pm, she didn’t return. So I went searching for her in our fields. In the field, I heard someone talking slowly. I went closer slowly without making noise. It was my mom with an uncle whom I didn’t know.

Mom was lying down on the field and this uncle was fucking her hard! He was on top of her. Her legs were wide-spread and he was between her legs, thrusting his hard dick inside her. I could see his full length disappear inside my mom. She was moaning hard and enjoying it. She was making so much noise. She was enjoying it nicely and calling him by the name ‘Muniyappa.’

After some time, I thought both were about to climax. I didn’t disturb her. I was very hard seeing my own mother getting fucked. I started stroking my dick there itself and cummed soon. Mom was looking like a porn star at that time. Then I silently came back.

I was waiting for her to return, and she came at 9:30 pm. She was sweating fully, and tired. I asked her what happened and she lied to me that the dogs chased her and she had to run and come home. She told me she will take a bath now.

Mom took her new set of nighties from the bag and went inside to take a bath. After 10 minutes, she came out. She told me to sleep as early as tomorrow morning. we should go back home. We then slept.

After some time, I silently went and checked her dress which she had removed to take a bath. Mom’s panty was fully wet and had thick cum inside it. That uncle had cummed so much in her pussy and she had wiped it with her panty. I think he had not used a condom also. He fucked my mom like a slut. And I didn’t find the bra also. Maybe she went there without a bra or left the bra there only. Maybe that uncle tore the bra in a hurry.

Suddenly, I remembered why she had shaved her pussy in the morning. It was all planned by her. Coming to the function, staying for the night and this bathroom drama – all to get fucked hard like this.

From that onward, I daily checked her panty especially when we went to the native.

This is a real story that happened and I am hoping to see more action of my mom with more strangers. I get more excited and horny when I recall the incident I saw that night.

I never imagined my mom like this before. She was a fully orthodox and decent woman, but she also had a big lusty side inside her. Her body needed more satisfaction from men to keep her happy.

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Ye kahani meri chotti behen Pankhuri ki hai. Last part mein apne padha ki kis tarah behen ko raat drivers ke saath bitani padi. Woh usse petrol pump mein le gaye the. Pata nahi behen ke saath raat bhar unhone kya kya kiya.

Subah jab main wahan pahunch toh Pankhuri ke ankh par patti bandhi thi. Aur un logon ne uske haath ko uske hi sari se bandh rakha tha. Maine Pankhuri ko azad kiya. Pankhuri waise hi sirf sari mein bike par beth kar ghar aa gayi.

Maine Pankhuri ko apne haathon se nehlaya aur usse badan dard ki dawayi di aur sula diya. Pankhuri din bhar soti rahi. Shaam ko 5 baje uski neend khuli.

Main din bhar sochta raha ki puri raat kya kiya hogaa unhone Pankhuri ke saath. Tabhi mere number pe ek anjan number se call aya.

Unknown number – Kya tum Rajeev bol rahe ho?

Main – Han, aap kaun?

Unknown number – Koi nahi, tumhari ek chiz mere pass hai. Chahiye kya.

Main – Kaun ho bhai? Kya chiz hai?

Unknown number – Haha. Tumhari behen ka yaar. Kuch yaad aya? Tumhari behen ki bra panty yahin par padi hai. Unhe nahi loge kya?

Main – Toh tum log ho. Kaal raat meri behen ki chudai kar ke maan nahi bhara. Tumhe mera number mila kahan se?

Unknown number – Ab roz petrol pump par upi se payment karte ho. Number milna kaun sa muskil hai. Waise bra aur panty ki size kya hai teri behen ki. Sochta hun ek nayi sexy si tranparent lingerie gift karu teri behen ko. Teri behen ke badan se woh bra panty utarne mein bohut maza ayega.

Main turant woh number kaat kar usse block kar deta hun. Kuch der baad mujhe ek whatshapp message aata hai.

Unknown number – Ek baat batana toh bhul hi gaya. Ek video bhej raha hun dekh kar batana toh kaisi hai.

Fir 2-minute mein mujhe ek video ati hai. Main kya dekhta hun. Pankhuri ke ankh par paati bandhi hai. Aur 2 log uski chuchiyon ko dabakar chus rahe hai. Behen sisak rahi hai.

Pankhuri ab phass chuki thi. Mujhe pata tha ki woh log ab Pankhuri ko blackmail karenge.

Unknown number – Maza aya ki nahi. Aisi bohut si video banayi hai teri nangi behen ki kal. Dekhna hai toh behen ko lekar yahan petrol pump par aaja. Teri behen ka sab besabri se intezar kar rahe hai.

Unknown number – Bol apni behen ko lekar ayega ki teri behen ki kal raat ki saari chudai ki video porn site par daal dun. Fir puri duniya teri behen ki madmast chudai ka maza legi.

Shaam ko unhone Pankhuri ki jo grease lagakar chudai ki thi uski video bhi bheeji. Main usse dekh hi raha tha ki Pankhuri uth gayi.

Pankhuri – Kya hua bhaiya? Kya chuppa rahe ho?

Aur aisa keh kar woh. Mobile le leti hai. Woh dekhti hai ki kaise truck se grease lekar uski choot par laga rahe hai.

Pankhuri – Accha toh mujh se woh log kaise khel rahe the iski video dekh kar maze lo tum. Par woh kaise grease laga rahe hai na meri choot par.

Use lag raha tha ki ye video maine banayi hai. Par jab woh dekhti hai ki main pole par bandha hun. Uske hosh udh jaate hai. Woh dekhti hai ki kisi anjan number se mere whashapp par 2 video kisi ne bheji hai.

Woh ye dekh hi rahi thi ki ussi number se call atta hai. Aur woh speaker par phone daal deti hai.

Unknown number – Video toh dekh hi li hogi. Teri us sexy behen ko bhi dikha dena. Aur bol kab apni behen ko lekar aa raha hai? Uski jawani ka maza lene ka dubara se sabka maan kar raha hai.

Main – Tum dubara se call maat karna daal do jahan dalna hai video.

Aur aisa kehkar main call kaat deta hun.

Pankhuri – Bhai, pagal ho kya? Unhone saach mein meri video porn site par daal di toh main kya karungi. Mujhe bohut dar lag raha hai.

Main – Kuch nahi hogga. Woh log aise hi blackmail kar rahe hai.

Behen thodi saant hoti hai. Unka koi call nahi aata. Hum dinner kar so jaate hai. Par jab subah main apni phone dekhta hun to usme ek link ayi thi.

Maine woh link khol kar dekhi toh dang reh gaya tha. Police ne Pankhuri ki jo road par khule aam chudai ki thi. Uski video unhone chup kar nikal li thi. Wohi video unhone ek porn site par upload kar di thi.

Uss video ko 5000 logon ne dekh bhi liya tha. Raat hone ke kaaran humdono ki sakal thik se toh nahi dikh rahi thi. Par fir bhi koi thoda zoom kar dekhe toh woh hameen pehchan sakta tha. Mera dar sach sabit ho raha tha.

Par maine ye socha nahi tha ki woh log sach mein behen ki video porn site par daal denge. Pankhuri abhi bhi so rahi thi. Main sochne laga ki aab kya kare. Mujhe pata tha ki woh log dubara call karenge. Aur aisa hi hua.

Unknown number – Ab maza aa gaya na. Aur manna karo. Abhi toh bass ek hi video dali hai. Aaj dopahar tak agar apni behen ko lekar nahi aye toh. Sari video porn site par daal denge. Waise teri behen ki video toh trending par hai. Accha hai. Hamari baat na manne ki saza toh milegi na. Teri behen ab jald hi pornstar banne wali hai.

Pankhuri – Kya hua bhai? Itne pareshan kyun dikh rahe ho?

Main – Tum hi dekh lo.

Aur aise keh kar usse main porn site khol kar dikhata hun. Uski video sabse upar trending par thi. Usne jaise hi woh video open ki. Tab usse samaj aya ki uski police sang chudai ki video porn site par upload ho chuki thi. Woh ab rone lagi.

Pankhuri – Hey bhagwan. Ab main kya karungi. Main toh kisiko munh dikhane layak nahi rahi. Ab toh sab woh video dekh lenge. Mera kya hoga ab bhaiya. Meri saheliyan toh jeene nahi dengi mujhe. Ye kya kiya maine.

Pankhuri ko ab apni galti par pachtaava ho raha tha. Uski jawani ki pyas uski nange hone ki chahat. Uski ye khatarnak fantasy ne. Uski pyasi choot ne. Bechari ko phassa diya.

Woh log fir se phone karte hai. Aur behen ko lekar anne ko kehte hai.

Woh behen ko phone dene ko khehte hai. Main phone speaker par dal deta hun.

Behen jaise hi hello kehti hai. Woh kehte hai.

Unknown number – Kahan ho hamari paltu kutiya? Tumhe apne malik ki yaad nahi aati? Chal jaldi se apne malik ke pass ajja. Aaj tera maan nahi kara raha kya highway par nangi hokar ghumne ka? Chal apne bhai ko bol tujhe wohi kal wali sari pehnakar hamare pass lekar aane ko.

Unknown number – Warna toh tujhe bataya hi hogga usne. Nahi toh porn site par puri duniya teri nange jism ke dedar karegi. Bol ayegi hamre pass ya pornstar banne ka irada hai.

Pankhuri – Ab kya karenge bhai. Woh log paka saari video daal denge. Agar main nahi gayi toh.

Main – Haan par agar gayi toh woh log bhuke bhediyon ki tarah tumhare badan ko noch khayege. Kya kya karenge tumhare sath pata nahi.

Pankhuri – Unki baat maan lo, bhai le challo mujhe unlogon ke pass. Iske alawa koi rasta nahi.

Behen unki baat manne ko majboor thi. Main apni behen ko bike par bithakar petrol pump le aata hun. Main apni behen ko anjan logon se chudai karwane ke liye lekar ja raha tha.

Woh log Pankhuri ko dekh kar khush ho jane haan. Tali baja kar uska swagat karte hai. “Dekho boss ye hai hamari paltu kutiya. Kaisi lagi?”

“Kutiya toh nangi hoti hai na. Iske badan par toh yeh sari hai.”

“Boss ye sari nahi ye toh apke liye gift wrap hai. Ye gift wrap hataoge toh apko andar gift milega.”

“Accha challo main itni mehnat kar leta hun. Par manna padega teri ye kutiya toh bohut mast dikhti hai. Challo ab dekhte hai ye bina kapdon ke kaise dikhti hai.”

Boss – Kyun re tu bhai hai iska? Pata hai na yahan teri behen ki chudai hogi. Fir bhi isse yaha lekar aya.

Driver – Kya karega bichara. Iski behen ki nangi video jo hamare pass hai. Waise bhi yehi toh kal khud apni nangi behen ko highway par ghumma raha tha. Police walon jab iski behen ki chudai kar rahe the. Tab ye maze se apni behen ki chudai dekh raha tha.

Boss – Toh aaj isse hi photographer banate hai. Kyun re aaj apni behen ki porn video shoot karega bol? Chal tune agar thik se apni behen ki video banayi to khush hokar inam bhi denge.

Main bebas hokar apni hi behen ki chudai ki video banane ko ready ho gaya. Fir boss Pankhuri ke sari ko ek aur se pakadte hai. Aur behen bass apne haath se apne boobs ko chupane ki khosis karti.

Saab tali bajakar apne boss ka hosla bhadha rahe the. Aur meri behen dheere dheere nangi ho rahi thi. Boss uske badan se dheere dheere saare khich kar alag kar dete hai.

Behen sharam se pani pani ho rahi thi. Wahan 15-20 log uske nange badan ko dekh rahe the. Behen apne haathon se kisi tarah apni bra ko chupati toh. Kabhi apne panty ko. Mujhe behen par taras aa raha tha. Sab lar tapkate behen ke nange hone ka intezar kar rahe the. Aur hass rahe the.

Boss – Yaar kya madmast jawani hai ye toh. Kya maza kiya hoga yaar tumlogo ne kal. Kyun re kutiya? Apni bra panty khud utargi ki main nikalu? Chaal haat haata kar apni bra panty thik se toh dikha.

Behen aisa hi karti hai Ek ek kar sab behen ki choot aur chuchiyon ko sehlate huye idhar udhar haath lagane lage hai. Behen buri tarah tadap uthni hai. 20 log uske jism se khel rahe the.

Boss- Dekh be teri behen ke jism se kasse sab khel rahe hai. Thik se video bana chahiye.

Boss uske jism par charo tarah haath pherta hai. Aur fir uski chuchiyon par haath rakhta hai. Behen ab apni sharmo hayay bhol machalne lagti hai. Woh bhi ab garam ho chuki thi. Aur apne haath apne sir par rakhkar apni chuchi dabwa rahi thi.

Kuch der uski chuchiyon ko shelane ke baad boss uski bra ko dono aur se pakadta hai. Aur agge se phad kar behen ke badan se nikal phekta hai. Behen ke jor se anhen bharti hai. Aur apni chuchiyon ko apne haaton se chupa leti hai.

Boss – Dekh rahe ho kya rasili chuchiyan hai yaar iski.

Fir kya woh behen ko haath ko uski chuchiyon se alag karte hai aur uske sir par rakh dete hai. Behen apni ankhen band kar leti hai.

Boss – Chal aise murti bankar khadi reh chup chaap.

Aur fir dono chuchiyon ko haath se dabate huye uski nipple ko katte hai. Behen tadap rahi thi. Agli hi paal boss uski panty bhi uske badan se noch dalte hai. Behen puri tarah nangi hokar murti baan sabke bich khadi thi.

Saab jor jor se sitti marte hui taali bajate hai. Behen puri nangi thi. Aur woh log uske nange badan ko ghor rahe the.

Boss – Kya gori chitti maal hai yaar ye. Isse dekh toh acche achho ki niyat kharab ho jayegi. Tera bhai toh bohut lucky hai. Kyun re tu toh roz maze karta hoga apni behen ke saath?

Main kuch nahi kheta bass apni nazre jhuka leta hun. Humdon ab unke rehmo karam par the.

Boss – Suna hai kal raat saali nangi hokar highway par ghoom rahi thi. Mujhe bhi dhikhao kaise ghum rahi thi. Chalo re sab isse thoda ghumma latte hai. Bichari ka maan hai bahar highwaay par ghumne ka.

Ab toh woh log Pankhuri ko din ke ujale mein hi highway par ghummane chahte the.

Main – Please behen ki izzat aise sari aam nilam maat karo na. Abhi toh din hai. Chaho toh raat mein le chalna bahar. Uski izzat ke bare mein toh socho.

Boss – Saale teri behen kisi randi se kaam hai kya. Ek randi ki kya izzat. Bahut shok hai na nange hokar highway ghumne ka. To fir isse toh abhi hi highway par nangi kutiya ban ghumayenge. Kyun saali randi bol apne munh se khud ko bahar le janne ko.

Behen toh ab madmast ho chuki thi. Usse ab kahan hosh tha. Woh toh nangi apne jawani ke lutwane ko betab thi.

Pankhuri – Haan le chalo na. Aaj din ke ujale mein apni iss kutiya ko road par ghumao na.

“Chalo re isse uss school tak le chalte hai. Aaj wahin par iski class lete hai.”

School wahan se kuch 300-meter door tha. Fir kya behen nangi apne ghutno par thi. Aur uske gale main boss ne ek paata dal usse petrol pump se bahar le janne lagte hai.

Saab behen ko ghere huye the lockdown ke kaaran ek duka log hi highway par the. Par fir bhi bichari behen. Din ke ujjale mein nangi bahar jaane wali thi. Behen ko ab school tak aise hi jaana tha.

Petrol pump se bahar atte hi sabki nanzar wahan pade pani ke pipe par padti hai. Fir kya woh behen ke nange badan par pani daal usse road par hi nehlane lagte hai.

Fir ek kehta hai, “Isse toh aaj tel lagakar chodenge.”

Boss – Toh le aao na tel. Ye kahan manna karne wali hai.

Woh log kaun sa tel laate. Saab milkar uske badan par mobile laganne lagte. Pankhuri puri tarah mobile mein latpat ho chuki thi.

Boss – Kya mast dikh rahi yaar ye toh. Kaise tel mein latpat hai ye. Maza aa gaya. Accha hai saali ko aise hi le chalo.

Bechari behen woh ab bhari dhophari main highway par kutiya ban ghumma rahi thi. Aate jaate kuch log dekhna chahte the ki kya chal raha hai. Kuch ne sayad behen ko dekh bhi liya ho. Main bass chup chap behen ki chudai hotte dekh raha tha.

Driver – Chaal re kutiya thik se chaal. Abhi bohut door jaana hai. Dekh rahi hai na. Kaal bina bateye yaahn se tera bhai tujhe le gaya tha na. Uski sajja hai ye. Dekh kaise kutiya baan khuleaam teri pared nikal di hamne. Aaj tak kisiki ki aisi nangi pared nahi nikli hogi.

Woh kabhi usse piche se marte toh kab usse aise ghutnon ke baal bethte. Behen ek paltu kutiya ki tarah unki haar baat manti. Woh usse highway se parade karwate huye school tak le atte hai. Behen jaise jaise chalti uske badan se mobile road par girti jaati.

Boss – 10 class mein hamne biology mein reproduction ka theory padha tha na? Aaj class room mein hum practical krenge.

Behen wahan board ke pass bane bench par nangi let jaati hai. Fir kya behen ki bass jor jor se moan karne ki awaz aatti hai. Boss ka lund uski choot par andar bahar ho raha tha. Mobile ke karan lund bade arram se ja raha tha.

Saab milkar behen ko baari baari se wahin bench par chodte hai. Sabke badan par mobile lag chuka tha. Saab fir behen ke saath wahin par banne pokhar par nahate hai.

Ab woh behen ki ankh mein paati bandh usse gaadi ki bonnet par bandh dete hai. Woh waise ki behen ko bonnet par betha kar apne ek resort par le jaate hai. Woh wahan se 2 km door tha. Behen 2 km tak aisi hi nangi hokar resort tak jaati hai.

Boss ki wahan ek private pary honne wali thi kuch 20-25 log wahan anne wale the. Behen ko ab wahan par waiter banne ko boss kehta hai.

Behen nangi hokar sabko daru serve karti hai. Koi usse tip dekar goad mein bithata toh. Koi uski chuchiyon ko dabata. Koi usse daru pilata.

Fir ek trolley ko dhaka dete huye main lata hun. Behen cake ke bich nangi leti thi. Aur uske badan par alag alg type ki desert rakhi thi. Woh log behen ke badan se sab chizen haaton se uthakar khanne lagte hai.

Daru ke nasse mein nasse mein sab ab dance karne lagte hai. Fir kya sab nange hokar behen ke saath dance kar rahe the. Boss kuch aur call girls ko bhi bula leta hai. Kuch 5-6 call girls bhi aa jaati hai.

Behen nasse mein un call girls ke saath nach rahi thi. Woh party ab sex party baan chucki thi. Behen ka woh nanga nach dekh call girls hi hairan thi.

Fir achanak wahan barish honne lagti hai. Saab under aa jaate hai. Par behen baarish mein nach rahi thi. Woh sabko bulati hai.

Call girls puchte hai – Kaun hai ye kahan se ayi hai?

Boss – Tumhe toh paise dekar bulaya hai. Woh free ki maal hai.

Saab bahar aakar baarish mein nachne lagte hai. Behen un call girls ke saath ek call girl ki tarah hi nach rahi thi. Fir kya woh call grils behen ko lakar cake ke table par leta deta hai. Aur sab guest milkar behen ke badan par cake lagate hai.

Woh behen ko cake mein lotpot hokar chodte hai. Behen kuch 50 logon ke bich nangi cake mein latpat hokar pati thi.

Fir kya fir wahan par charo tarah chudai challo hoti hai. Behen ke pass sabse jyada log gher kar khade the. Baari baari se sab uski chudai karte hai. Call girls bhi akar behen ke jism se maze lete hai. Uski chuchiyon ko dabkar choosti hai.

Behen ki asi halat dekh mujhe uspar daya aa rahi thi. Par behen ko kahan hosh tha. Woh daru ke nasse men madmost hokar sabse chudwa rahi thi.

Raat ko kuch 1 baje tak aise hi. Wahan sex party chalti hai. Boss khush ho jaata hai. Aur mujhe 2000-rupee ka ek note deta hai.

Behen ab waise hi nangi bike par beth kar ghar janne ki zid karne lagti hai. Saab log daru pikar itne dhut the ki unhe pata hi nahi chal ki maine unki camera ki recording sab apne saath le gaya.

Behen bike ke phiche bethi jor jor se awaz karti hui ghar ke aur ja rahi thi. Halki baarish mein behen nangi bhigte huye jaa rahi thi. Uske badan par sirf cake ke alava kuch nahi tha.

Behen ke badan par abhi bhi bohut sara cake laga tha. Raste mein jaate waqt fir se woh police wale milte hai.

Police – Kaise ho? Ye kahan se aa rahe ho. Oh teri ye toh badan par sirf cake laga hai. Lagata hai kissi party mein se aa rahe ho.

Main – Haan sir. Majbori mein janna pada tha. Kisi tarah uss party se bhaag kar ayen hai.

Police – Jam kar chudai hui hai. Pankhuri hamen pehchana ki nahi?

Main fir police walon ko Pankhuri ki aaj ki chudai ki video dikhata hun. Woh sab video dekh fir se Pankhuri ki chudia karne ka dil karta hai. Waise bhi uske bheega nanga badan aur uspar laga cake unhe pagal kar raha tha.

Police – Teri behen kya call girl baan gayi hai.

Main – Nahi sir par call girls ke saath wahan party mein chuda rahi thi 50 logon se.

Fir kya police wallen uske badan se saara cake chaat chaat kar khane lagte hai. Woh sab fir se wahin road par hi uski chudai karte hai. Behen khussi khussi sabko apni choot deti hai.

Main bhi behen ke badan se cake chaat kar khaane lagta hun. Tabhi baarish bohut tez honne lagti hai. Police walon ke saath milkar behen ko barrish mein road ke bicho bich letakar chod rahe the.

Behen highway par hi chilla chillakar chud rahi thi. Fir pollce wallon se vida le. Main behen ko ghar le aata hun.

Behen unhe mera number de deti hai. Aur kehti hai, “Jaab bhi dil kare call karna. Main apni choot lekar aa jayungi aap logon ki pyass bhujane.” Pankhuri puri call girl ki tarah baat kar rahi thi.

2 din mein uski itni chudai hui hai ki ginna bhi muskil tha. Ye din behen hamesha yaad rakhegi. Meri baat na maane ki sazza usse chukani padi thi.

Do din mein uski asi chudai hui hai ki randiyan bhi sharma jaye. Agle din unka fir se call atta hai. We behen ko dubara lanne ko kehte hai. Fir se wohi porn site par video dalne ki dhamki dete hai. Main unhe video bhejne ko kehta hun.

Mujhe patta tha. Ki unki saari recording mere pass hai. Woh bass kuch dino tak aise hi baar baar mujhe call karkar dhamkate hai.

Main Pankhuri ki saari recording copy kar leta hun. Hum ab woh jagah chod dete hai. Aur kuch time ke liye dusre jagah chale jaate hai.

Toh iss tarah Pankhuri ki blackmail kar chudai hoti hai. Humdono baad mein uski video dekhte hai. Behen apni aisi chudai dekh khush ho jaati hai. Uski kitni saari fantasy puri ho chuki thi.

Aplogon ko uski ye chudai kaisi lagi comment mein jarur batayen.

If you have read the previous stories, then you will know that at 57, I am hairy, 5’10, 65kg, 32 waist. I have a 6.5 cylindrical dick, best made to suck. And you know David, 19, the slim, 55kg, smooth like silk. Except a nice light garden around his 5.5 inches had been my loving bedmate for a few times.

It was the second day that my sweet David and I had been in the Hotel. Spending every moment naked and pleasuring each other all day had been exhausting and extremely satisfying.

When the room service boy Akhon had hinted he was interested, my mind was in turmoil. There was David with me, and this naughty Akhon was invading my dreams. I asked David what to do, and he said he was OK with that.

In the morning, David said he was going to tour the city and would return late. He told me to make Akhon as happy as I had made him. After he left, I ordered breakfast, and sure enough, Akhon delivered it. When he was leaving, I told him I was alone for the day and would like a massage from him.

He smiled his bright, naughty smile. He said that he was finishing his night shift in an hour and would return when free. I wore my boxers with a tight second undie beneath. Akhon came as promised, carrying a bottle of scented oil. I lay on my stomach on the king-size bed toward one side.

He dripped some oil on my back and shoulders and started rubbing it in. His delicate fingers traced circles on my shoulders and back. Rubbing it up and down my back, he applied some pressure. I just lay there enjoying his sensual touch. Rubbing along my back and arms, he kept pinching my skin.

Then he reached my waist and pulled at the sides. I was getting hard and pressing my groin into the soft bed. Akhon then took my wrist, intertwined his fingers with mine, and pressed his thumb on my palms. His thumbnails dug into my palm.

Then, after 3 minutes, he took the other hand and did the same. He then pinched and rubbed my arms to the shoulders. He was making a fist and rubbing it in my armpits. I just lay back and was lost in the delicious touching. My hard-on was clearly tenting my undies, and I could se him watching it and smiling.

Then I turned on my stomach, and he started with my feet and soles. As with my palms, he dug his thumbs into my soles, tugged at the toes, and then started on my calves. With both hands, he pinched and rubbed both calves.

I asked him to climb onto the bed so it was easier. He came close and put both my feet against his body as he caressed my calves. Then, putting them down, he started on my thighs.

With his thumbs on my inner thighs, he rubbed his hands from knee to groin. Each time, he would reach a little further up till his palms started pressing on my buns, and his thumbs reached my thigh joint. Then he would reach up to my back, and that made his hard-on touch my buns and back.

We were deliberately going slow, wanting to make the most of the time. I asked him to remove his trousers and shirt. Now, both were in our undies.

I again turned over, and he lay on top. I took his face in my hands and lightly licked his lips. I kissed his chin, cheeks, nose and eyes. He opened his thighs and gripped my waist, our hard cock lying side by side. I removed my boxers. He was rubbing his crotch with mine.

I raised my knees and put my feet around his calves. Our feet were playing with each other. My hands started roaming all over his back, and he was moaning in my ears.

Then I poked my tongue into his warm, open mouth. He immediately started sucking on it. I pulled his tongue into mine and did the same. Both tongues started flicking, pulling and sucking, our saliva mixing in the mouths. I sucked on his upper lip, and he took my lower one.

Biting and tugging, we were both getting very excited. He desperately reached for my brief and pushed it off, as I did the same for him. Now both were naked, and our cocks were rubbing all along the shaft. I held his sweet, small buns with my palms.

I pushed him up till he was standing in front of me as I sat against the headboard. His tight lovely cock was throbbing in front of my face. I put my lips around his wet glistening cock. I started to use my tongue all around the smooth head and pushed it against the slit.

As I was enjoying his taste, he wanted to push more into my mouth, but I held his buns and prevented him from entering more than his head. I licked the underside of his shaft and sucked his balls into my warm mouth. He was whimpering and moaning above me.

He was tugging at my hair and trying to enter my ass. I caressed his inner thighs and ass, played with his cock and balls. He begged me, “Ab chodh do naa.” (Please fuck me now.) I lay him down on his back, I climbed over him and started rubbing my stiff hard dick against his bud.

He immediately bent his knees and raised his waist while wrapping his arms around my neck. I poked his hole and slid my cock into my lovely horny boy. When I was fully inside, I held still as his warm insides tightened around my shaft. His hole was pulsating around my dick, and he bit my lips hard.

I started moving slowly in and out. He matched my moves with his waist, trying to take as much as he could. I started a slow and steady rhythm as we kissed and sucked tongues.

As the pressure started mounting, my pace increased. Soon, we were pumping each other hard and loud. As I started mounting my peak, his cum started squirting between our bodies. I went into high gear and moved my piston long and hard. As I climaxed, I heard the door open and saw David enter.

And then what followed is for the next time. If any slim, smooth boys want to try for real, drop me a line at [email protected]. And don’t forget to read my other tales here.

I went to the hall preparing a list of things I needed to buy for her including toiletries. I went to my bedroom and said “I am going out for some shopping and I will lock the door and you take rest”.

I went to the medical store and bought a pack of sanitary pads and a box of KS honeymoon special condoms. Then went to the supermarket and bought the toiletries, etc.

I went to the local garment store, and I asked the man at the counter, “I need to buy some clothes for a woman.” He asked, “Do you know her sizes?” I went blank, asking what he meant.

I said, “I want to buy bras and panties and some nighties. Etc.” He looked at my face and smiled, asking me, “Is this your first time.” I said, “Yes,” I showed him the sanitary pads. He said he had panties, which should be enough for this purpose.

He suggested I buy 7 of them because sometimes full cycles can last 7 days. I asked what he meant. He took me inside to the underwear section and showed me lacy underwear, mostly fancy for special occasions like honeymoon, etc.

He showed me many different types of bras. He said to buy the correct type, I need to get her measurements. I asked, “Can you show me what measurements I need to take and if I could borrow your measuring tape. I will be back in 1 hour with the measurements to buy the rest of the clothes.”

Then I saw one of his saleswomen in the store who was nearly like Uma except for her height. I told him about it. He called her and asked me to take a closer look to be sure. I said, “I may not be very accurate, but I am 90% sure.” He told her something.

She went to the bra section, brought 4 different size bras, and introduced herself as Mary. She asked, “Are you buying all these for someone important,” I said, “Yes, very special.” She was happy to hear. I said, “The lady I am buying all these for has never before worn any underwear.”

While talking, I slipped a 2000 note in her hands. Mary looked at me, very surprised. I said, “Keep it because this is my first time. I am going to need a lot of your help, even the unusual kinds.”

Mary understood and said, “I will help you as much as I can, but don’t tell anything to my manager.” I winked at her and followed her through the women’s dress section. She went to the back of the store inside a store room.

She said, “I have given you 4 different sizes of bras. Only one of them will fit correctly to your woman.” I saw this room was very big. She said, “Step inside, lock the door and stand opposite.” She removed her pallu, exposing her blouse to me.

I was staring at her BIG boobs with deep cleavage because of the low-cut blouse. Mary said, “I am going to teach you how to take correct measurements to make sure the bra fits your woman correctly and comfortably.”

I could not take my eyes off her chest and nodded while she was talking. Mary unhooked her blouse from the front. My throat went dry, and my eyes popped out. Mary said, “I have never done this before but felt like doing it to help you.”

She spread her blouse and turned around, asking me to remove it. I removed it and put it on the hook behind the door. I had a monster hard-on in my pants now. She turned her back to me, raising her hands and asking me to hug her from behind.

She held my hands and made me cup her boobs. This made both of our bodies pressed against each other, and my erect dick was pressing into her butt. She said, “Your woman is very lucky to have you.”

I asked her why, and she said, “It is the size of your manhood that I can feel.” I immediately removed my hands, stepping back and telling her, “I am sorry.” She said, “It is ok,” and turned around and touched my dick thru my pants.

Mary, softly rubbing my hard-on, said, “I wish I could have been so lucky myself. After looking at a woman’s boobs so closely, if a man does not get aroused, then that is a big problem. So it is very normal, and I do not mind.”

Mary asked, “Can I take a closer look?” I nodded yes. Mary pulled down my zipper and took my cock out from my underwear, stroking it with her hand. She said, “You have a beautiful size. If I were not committed to someone else, then I would have asked you to fuck me right now.”

She got up and turned around, facing her back to me, but only this time she raised her sari. I lifted her sari while she bent forward, telling me to raise it till I could see her panties. I raised it till I saw her black panties.

She joined her thighs tightly together and pushed her butt towards my cock, guiding it between her legs. She stood up straight, telling me to let go of her clothes. Mary raised her hands, and I quickly cupped her boobs over her bra.

I was tightly hugging her with my dick rubbing her pussy over her panties. She said, “I did this to make you comfortable. Otherwise, your erection in your pants would be hurting. Except for putting your cock inside my pussy you can do anything.”

She raised her sari from the front while she slowly did a to-and-fro motion as if we were fucking. I got the signal and started humping her from behind. I pushed my hand down from below her sari, slipping it inside her panty. I felt her wet pussy.

My cock was feeling great buried in her triangle of heat and wetness. I pulled one side of her panty a little and pushed my cock in it, now directly rubbing her pussy. Mary tried pushing me away, saying, “I said no, putting it inside.”

I hugged her, saying, “I am not inserting it, just feeling your love hole to enhance pleasure for both of us.” I began giving strokes, and she calmed down. She unhooked her bra from the front and took it off.

I grabbed her left breast and started squeezing it hard with my left hand while my right hand was busy fingering her clit. I continued stroking her from behind, and soon, Mary was on fire. I turned her face sideways and placed my lips on hers, and she went mad kissing me.

We were like this for some time, and I was getting close to cumming. Mary suddenly jerked like crazy, pushing herself up on her toes and wriggling her body, having an orgasm. Lowering herself down while I was humping her from behind.

This caused the tip of my cock to enter her pussy. I was sure she knew what had happened. She turned her face sideways, locking her lips in a kiss with mine. She pushed her hand inside her panty, guiding my cock further inside her pussy.

She gave a few strokes, pushing her butt against my crotch, helping my cock to enter inside fully. I broke the kiss and was about to speak. She looked at me and said, “Forget everything and fuck me now and make me your slave.”

I gave a few long and slow strokes, enjoying the tightness of her pussy around my cock. As I was close to cumming and the real fun had just started, I wanted to prolong my release. I turned her around. I kissed her and held her boobs with my hands squeezing and massaging them.

I took her puffed nipples in my mouth, sucking on them hard. Mary was still stroking my dick with her hands. I kissed her again and made her sit on some carton boxes. They seemed to be strong and took her weight. I raised her sari, removing her panty completely.

I spread her legs, revealing her brown shaved pussy shining with her juices. I put my mouth to her pussy and started licking it. Mary was going mad with pleasure and said, “We need to hurry up.” I continued eating her pussy and drinking all her juices, and she had another orgasm.

I got up and placed my dick at the entrance of her pussy and slowly pushed it inside. Mary kept saying, “Oh my god, oh my god,” all the time I was fucking her pussy. Her pussy was tight like a virgin, and I was enjoying fucking her with slow strokes.

I fucked her for about 7 odd minutes, and I wanted to pull out before I cum to avoid pregnancy. Maybe Mary, too, felt it and locked her legs behind me, taking me deeper into her. I emptied my balls inside her and fell on her, panting.

She held my face and kissed me, saying, “I have no regrets breaking my oath for you and am happy to be available whenever you need me.” I asked, “What if you got pregnant?”

She said, “I want to get pregnant because I and my hubby have been trying for over 10 years without luck. I had the best sex ever today, and you clearly have lots of experience.” I kissed her, saying, “Today was my first time, and you have taken my virginity.”

Mary could not believe it and asked if I enjoyed it. I said, “I will never forget this day because it was the best time of my life. I want to fuck you again.” We went to the small toilet to clean and sneaked out of there as if nothing happened.

Mary taught me how to measure a woman’s bra size correctly. She asked me what kind of clothes I was looking to buy. I said everything from daily wear to some special ones. She understood and took me to the nightwear section and showed me some cotton nighties.

I told her to give me about 4-5 in bright colours. Then she showed me the special collection in satin to silk, which was of various types like two pieces, 3 pieces, etc. I tried visualizing Uma in these and decided to buy various types and colours, about 5 sets.

All of them shared one feature: they were max knee or mid-thigh length. Mary suggested I come back with the right bra measurements, and then she will help me select the rest of the clothes.

I whispered to her, “I am hard again and want to fuck you one more time.” She looked at me and smilingly said, “I also want it desperately, but doing it here could be risky.” I asked, “Can you step out of the shop for a break?”

She said, “Definitely.” I said, “I will pay the bill, and after I leave, you should take your break and come to the street behind the shop. I have parked my car there.” I was back in my car, desperately waiting for her to arrive.

Mary reached a while later, getting in the front seat. She said she got delayed because her manager stopped to ask her why she was missing a while ago. She told him she was teaching me how to take measurements.  I looked around and did not see anyone on the street. I grabbed her boobs and kissed her lips.

Mary kissed me back with equal passion. After the kiss, I said, “If we can go to my place, we can do two things. First we can enjoy each other with full privacy. Then, you can take the measurements. I will drop you back, and we could buy the rest of the clothes.”

Mary asked what about my princess at home? Will that not be a problem? I said, “Leave that for me to sort out.” As my house was close by, we reached within 5-7 minutes. Mary said she stayed not too far from my house. We went inside carrying the 10-odd shopping bags.

I unlocked the door to find Uma nowhere around. I kept all the bags in the hall and asked Mary to sit on the sofa. I locked the main door and went to the kitchen. I found Uma cleaning the entire kitchen piece by piece. She turned to me, and I saw she was looking like a sex bomb.

Uma was kneeling while cleaning and now stood up as I went closer to her. I held her by her waist and turned her around. As I guessed, my t-shirt was very tight around her chest, showcasing her big boobs and nipples. My tracks also fit her very well. They were deep between her ass cheeks, highlighting her curves.

When she turned around to face me, she was blushing with her head bent. I lifted her face by her chin and asked how she was feeling in these clothes. She blushed, burying her face in my chest and softly whispering it was nice. I held both her hands, threw them around my back, and hugged her tightly.

Uma hugged me back, saying, “Thank you for everything. I am very happy now.” I said, “This was not even the beginning. Follow me to the hall.”

Uma followed me, and when she saw Mary, she ran back inside. I went after her and asked what happened. She said she was very shy to face anyone wearing my clothes. I said Mary was here to take her measurements so I could buy clothes for her.

I held her hand and came back to the hall. Uma kept staring at the floor. I told Mary that Uma was feeling very shy because she was wearing my clothes. Mary told Uma she was looking very nice and pretty. I picked up all the bags and gave them to Uma to take them to the bedroom and see what I bought for her.

I said I had some important things to do with Mary. I will take 30 minutes with her. Uma was surprised to see so many bags. She asked why did I buy so many things. I said not to worry and to check if she liked what I bought. After Uma went inside the 2nd room, I grabbed Mary’s hand and took her to my bedroom.

As soon as we got inside, I locked the door. When I turned, Mary was already removing her clothes, and I removed mine. We both got naked in seconds and were hugging and kissing each other. After a few minutes of kissing and feeling each other’s bodies, I took Mary to my bed and got on top of her.

I started kissing her from her forehead to her earlobes to her upper neck to her neck down to her boobs, stopping at her nipples. She had big boobs, which I could barely grab with one palm. I held her breast and started rubbing my face all over it.

I kissed all around the breast in circles before coming back to sucking and chewing her nipple. Then I moved to her other breast and did the same. Mary was squirming with pleasure and had started moaning, “Oh god, oh god.” I kissed her on her lips, reminding her not to be loud.

I came back to her nipples. After nibbling on them for a few minutes, I went down to her waist and kissed all around it, stopping at her navel. I started kissing, pushing my tongue into her navel, sucking on it. I kept doing this for some time.

Mary had her hands behind my head, pushing me to do more. I came down to her shaven pussy and kissed the tip of her pussy, pushing two fingers inside at the same time. Mary jerked at this. I spread her legs and continued kissing and licking her thighs all the way down to her feet.

Mary luckily had clean feet, and I spent time sucking her toes while she was wriggling with pleasure. I moved back and kissed her wet pussy again and kissed her other leg. I came back to her pussy, spreading her legs wide, folding them. I dived with my mouth, licking the length of her pussy crack.

I licked her pussy with my tongue alternating between licking her clit and tongue fucking her love hole. Mary had another orgasm while I was at it, and she was squirting. I stuck my mouth harder and drank all her juices that flowed out.

After her orgasm subsided and her juices finished flowing, I climbed up on her and kissed her again. Mary had tears of joy in her eyes and said, “I had never experienced orgasms before till I met you. I had only heard about it, and I am so happy now.”

I said I was thankful to her for giving me the chance to make love to her. It was also my first time, and I want to keep making love to her forever. She smiled, saying I was a pro in bed, and today was the first time she experienced foreplay.

She said all her hubby did was strip and get on her squeezing her boobs a little. He put his thing, which was not even half my size, inside her and gave between 5 to 10 strokes and was done and rolled off to sleep.

This has been her once-every-few-weeks sex life for 10 years. I kissed her again and said now we both are there for each other. We will do everything she longed for but could never do it. I was constantly fingering her pussy while we spoke.

Mary held my face and kissed me hard. She said she couldn’t wait for me to fuck her. I grabbed a pillow and asked her to raise her butt and place it under her butt. I spread her legs wide. I positioned my cock at the entrance of her love hole and slowly pushed it inside.

She seemed to be in pain. So I slowed down and inserted it in her pussy and started giving strokes. When the look on her face eased, I pushed a little more and kept doing this till I was fully inside her super tight tunnel of love. I pushed my dick to maximum depth inside her, and she was kissing me wild.

I started picking up speed. I fucked her like this for about ten minutes before I could feel my balls getting ready to shoot. I pulled out and asked her to get into doggy style. This time I easily pushed my dick into her from behind and started fucking her hard and fast.

Mary buried her face in the pillow to silence her moans. I fucked her for a few more minutes like this and then pulled out again. I brought her to the edge of my bed and asked her to remain in doggy style. I stood behind her pushing my dick inside her pussy fucking her with all my strength.

I was not able to hold on much longer and came deep inside her pussy. I collapsed on her with my dick still inside her pussy, emptying every last drop of my seed. Mary said she was already a slave of my lovemaking. I really knew how to please a woman.

I told her I was happy to hear this because I was putting a theory (gathered from watching porn) to practice. I got off and pulled her to her feet. We both went to the attached bathroom and showered together. By the time we were towelling, I was getting hard again, and Mary saw it.

She said, “My god, you have so much stamina to get ready for another round so soon. The princess outside is a very lucky woman, and I hope Uma has the appetite to satisfy me.” I joked at Mary’s statement, saying if Uma alone cannot handle it, then she is also there to fill in right.

Mary blushed, saying she was going to try to come often because she was addicted to my cock. We got ready. Just before unlocking the door, I pushed Mary to the wall and kissed her again, squeezing her boobs.

She, too, was running her hands below, rubbing my erection. We broke the kiss and stepped out of the room.

If you’d like me to post more of this, let me know how you liked it. You can reach me at [email protected] with your suggestions and feedback.

Hi readers, this is me Shyam, back with the second part of my sex life with Aysha. In this part, Diya comes into the story.

Thank you for the response to the first story, I’m happy to know that you guys liked it. For first-time readers, I suggest reading the first part for better continuity. – Mallu Girl Aysha: Dating App To Sex Slave

This story series contains submissive and rough sex. Let us go into the story.

Aysha smiled happily sitting in between my legs, only wearing a hijab and looking at my dick getting hard again. I told her to walk on all fours to the bathroom. Then I made her stand up and removed her hijab. It was a great sight. Her smooth hair flowed freely. She had hair till the length of the bra strap which was not too long or too short.

Now she was completely naked. We took a bath together and applied soap to each other. I fucked her in the shower against the wall. She pushed her ass back to me while her boobs pressed the wall. Her hands and face leaned on the wall and she looked like a real slut.

My dick went into her pussy from the back. I slapped her ass too a few times, making her moan louder. When I was about to cum, I caught hold of her hair and turned her to pull her down. She understood it and took my dick in her mouth. I pushed my dick down her mouth and shot my cum deep in her throat. She swallowed it, looked at me and smiled.

Then I lifted her and kissed for a few minutes while I caressed her boobs and ass. Both of us were tired, so we slept afterward, cuddling.

The next morning, I woke up to the amazing view of the beauty sucking my dick and making it hard. I looked at her and she made eye contact with me while taking my dick deep in her mouth.

After a few minutes of sucking, I pulled her up and gave her the morning kiss while rubbing my hands over her pussy. I pushed my middle finger in and started fingering her. She lost balance in my act and fell on me, but did not break the kiss.

I moved her to the side, got up and went behind her, making her stand in doggy style on all fours. I took my hard dick and rubbed it over her pussy. By then, she was wet over there. I didn’t waste any time, I pushed my dick into her pussy and she moaned loudly. I started fucking her fast, the sound of my hip hitting her ass echoed in the room along with her loud moans.

After some time, she had her orgasm and fell on the bed. I pulled her ass back up in the air and continued fucking her and cummed inside her pussy. I kept my dick in her pussy and collapsed above her.

We lied like that for some time. We then got up from the bed. I could see her pussy was dripping the mixed juices of both of us. She was about to clean it but I did not allow her. So she put on her panties above it.

She started dressing to leave but she had no bra as I tore it off yesterday. But somehow she managed her hijab to cover her boobs area. She was in a hurry as she had to go to her hometown on the afternoon flight for a week and she hadn’t even packed for that. I gave her one more kiss and slapped her ass over her pants and she left.

For me, that day was free as I had already completed my work early. So I was again surfing through some sites and came across a BDSM site. To my amazement, I saw a familiar face on the profile photo of a comment and it was my ex-girlfriend Diya. She had commented, “Looking for a master for this obedient slave.”

I created a profile quickly with a fake name and messaged her.

Me: Hey, bitch!

Diya: Who is this?

Me: I saw your comment. Do you wish to be my slave?

Diya: I am not sure, but let’s try it for a day and decide.

Me: Ok. So, it starts now.

Diya: I have one condition. I won’t be sending any photos with my face or telling any personal details till then.

Me: That is fine. But you will only address me as ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ from now.

I knew that my ex-gf was into sub and dom sex when we dated. We even roleplayed sometimes but never knew she was this desperate to be a submissive bitch!

Diya: Yes, master.

Her reply made me smile and I planned to make her my personal bitch who will do anything I say.

Me: Let’s start with you telling me what you are wearing now.

Diya: Black shorts, pink panties, and a grey loose t-shirt.

Me: Bra?

Diya: I am in my room, so I didn’t wear any bra.

Me: Good. Now, remove your shorts and panties and send a photo of your cunt. Let me see how good my bitch’s cunt.

Diya: Ok, master. As you say.

And she sent a photo of her cunt. I saw that she had grown some hair around.

Me: Clean shave your pussy and send me a photo again in 10 minutes.

Diya: Yes, sir.

And my ex-lover went offline and I waited for her reply. After 6 minutes, she sent me a photo of her clean shaved pussy.

Me: Ok, bitch. It looks good. Now, finger your pussy in front of a mirror. Look at yourself when you finger and send me the audio of you moaning.

And 2 minutes later, I received the audio. She was moaning heavily and had orgasmed. I could imagine her from the audio.

Me: How was it, bitch?

Diya: That was awesome, master. I had never done it in front of a mirror. It gave me a new experience.

Me: Write ‘slut’ above your pussy and send me a photo.

She did as I told her.

Me: Show me the carrots and cucumber you have in your fridge.

She sent me a photo and I picked a big one.

Me: Insert it in your pussy and wear panties over it.

Diya: Yes, master. See this.

My ex-girlfriend sent me a photo of the bulge in her panty.

Me: Has anyone fucked you in your ass?

As far as I knew, she had a virgin ass.

Diya: No, master. But one of my ex-lovers had fingered my ass once, it was so painful for me, so I stopped it.

Me: Have you ever swallowed cum?

Diya: Yes, master. I love the taste of cum.

Me: Good girl.

Diya: Thank you, master. I have to go to the office for a meeting, master.

Me: Don’t you dare remove that carrot. Keep it there till you come back.

Diya: Ok, master. Bye.

That time, Aysha called me to tell me that she was at the airport and going to her hometown. She sent a selfie from the airport. I asked her, “Do I only get to see this now?” And she sent me a photo of her lifting her top in the bathroom, showing her melons cupped by her bra. She also gave a cute expression making the photo a very memorable one.

Aysha told me that she wouldn’t be able to call me from home as there was a function and she would be busy for the week. She also promised me that we would meet as soon as she got back next week.

I went on with my daily routines and office work and the time went on. It was evening and I got a notification, it was from Diya.

Diya: Hey, master!

Me: Yes bitch, you back? How was your day?

Diya: It was a good day, master. The carrot in my pussy made it difficult to sit properly, but I managed somehow. It kept me horny and wet all day long.

Me: Did you love it, bitch?

Diya: Yes master, I loved it.

Me: It’s still inside you. Right?

Diya: Yes master, still making me wet.

Me: Get yourself naked bitch and take out the carrot. Smell it, suck it, taste your juices.

Diya: Ok, master.

Me: Did you like it?

Diya: Yes, master. It makes me horny.

Me: Show me your pussy and make sure the word ‘SLUT’ is written on it.

She sent me a photo of her pussy with ‘SLUT’ written above.

Me: Good, bitch. Now, finger like you did earlier, in front of the mirror and along with it, suck the carrot thinking that it is my dick. But this time, don’t orgasm without asking my permission.

Diya: Ok, master.

And there came a voice note of her moaning. A photo of a wet carrot with her juices and saliva. And a photo of the finger in her pussy.

Diya: Master, can I cum?

Me: No bitch, you don’t deserve it yet. Beg for it.

Diya sent me audio, “Please master..let me cum.. please master…please….”

My ex-girlfriend was begging to have that orgasm and finally, I allowed.

Me: Yes bitch, now you can cum.

She sent me a photo of her juices flowing over her thighs.

Me: Take your juice in your hands and lick it. Taste your juices.

Diya: Yes master, it tastes so good.

Me: Now, keep the carrot back in your wet pussy and wear the panty back.

Diya: It feels so good, master. I don’t need a full day. I have decided. I am your slave, I submit myself to you master. Tell me what to do and I will do it. I am all yours.

I was so happy and asked her to send me a photo of her with only panties.

She did it. I saw my ex wearing only panties again. Her hot figure and boobs made me hornier. I haven’t yet disclosed my identity. So, I thought of giving her a surprise.

(To be continued)

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Hi Boys, Nikita Sinha here. Once again, a big thanks and hugs to all those who had sent me their love and feedback for my previous stories.The responses to my last story have been overwhelming.

Kindly read my previous stories before you read this one since it’s a continuation. You can read them on my profile.

Now let’s get to the story.

We bid our goodbyes to Antony Chettan and left there. When we reached back to our room, it was a little late. Since it was a hectic day, we were exhausted and hungry. I took a quick shower, and the cold water on my hot body was such a refreshing feeling.

I came out of the shower and was drying my hair in the dining area with a small towel. I was wearing only a big towel around me. Shreekanth, in the meantime, had ordered some food and went to shower.

Just then, the doorbell rang twice, and I was stunned for a second. I was wearing only the towel that barely covered me from my chest to my thighs. I looked through the peephole. I saw Rajesh, the room service guy who came in the morning, waiting outside with a tray of food.

I was looking around frantically to find my dresses. Just then, I remembered the things Shreekanth told me about Rajesh watching me sleep in the morning. I thought to myself, “No one’s around, and Shreekanth is having a bath, so even he’ll not know. Why not tease Rajesh a bit?”

Such sexy thoughts and the thrill of flashing guys have been brewing in my mind. That thought even took over me that I had intercourse with a stranger. So I decided to tease Rajesh, the room service guy.

I lowered the towel a little more so that a little more of my cleavage was visible. Just then, the bell rang again. I opened the door a little, peeped in a way that only my face was visible to him, and saw Rajesh smiling at me.

Rajesh: Your food is ready, ma’am. May I come in?

Me: Yeah, sure.

As I finished saying that, I opened the door fully and looked at Rajesh, who was surprised and hesitatingly smiled. That’s when he discovered I was only in a towel.

Rajesh: Are you sure, ma’am?

He asked again, a little confused seeing my attire.

Me: Yes, please come in. Sorry, I made you wait. I was taking a shower.

Rajesh: Oh, it’s fine, ma’am.

He followed me inside and started making the table. He kept the food on the table. He tried to be a professional and wasn’t looking at me. But that’s when I began to have a conversation with him so that he had to face me.

Me: Hey, how’s work?

Rajesh: Going well, ma’am. It’s not the busiest yet, so it’s fine.

He was too shy to look at me but would, at times, take a glance.

Me: That’s nice. By the way, it’s a beautiful place you have here. I’m really enjoying it here.

Rajesh: Thanks a lot, ma’am. Hope you enjoy the rest of your stay as well.

Me: Thanks. You’re really sweet.

He smiled, looking at me and looked at me from head to toe, even though he knew I was looking at him. The fact that I wasn’t resisting his look or acknowledging it made him even more confident. I then took a moisturizing cream from the dressing table and stood near him.

I raised one leg to keep it on the bed and started applying it on my feet. He was confident by then. He watched me exposing my inner thighs and applying cream over them. He was purposefully taking longer than usual to serve the food.

I kept my left leg on the bed and applied the cream from my thighs to my toes. He was looking at my thighs and legs while I applied cream over them. Then, at my cleavage, I bent to reach my toes. I did the same with my right leg.

I noticed that he was keeping the dishes back on the tray and serving them to stay in the room longer. I then started rubbing the cream on my back but couldn’t reach it. I acted like I couldn’t reach it. I knew he noticed but acted busy at his work.

Me: Hey. If you don’t mind, could you help me?

Rajesh looked at me with confused eyes and smiled at me.

Rajesh: Me? Oh sure, ma’am. What can I do for you?

He asked eagerly and hurriedly kept the tray and came near me.

Me: If you don’t mind, could you help with the cream on my back, please?

I asked, smiling at him

Rajesh: Of course, ma’am.

I gave him the cream and stood facing my back to him. I held the knot of the towel near my chest and lowered the back portion of the towel for him. He applied the cream on both his hands and started to apply it on my back.

He started from the neck and worked his way down. His warm hands were really soothing on my soft skin.

“Wow, that feels so good,” I said, letting out a soft moan. He was gently applying the cream around. The towel on my back was just above my ass crack. He was tugging it further down slowly with every move. So I loosened the grip, and the towel lowered, exposing the side of my boobs and a little bit of my ass.

He saw it and took the cream, applied it on both his hands. He kept his hand on my centre back and moved sideways, working his fingers and massaging me. As he reached the side, he gently felt my side boobs with his fingertips. My left hand was still holding the towel.

My right was on my hair, and my arms were lifted. I could sense him move closer and could feel his breath on the back of my neck. With every stroke, his hands were getting more and more onto my side boobs. He massaged my armpits in between.

My eyes closed, feeling his warm hands on my smooth, cold skin. Just then, I heard the shower go off. Shreekanth had finished and would be out soon. So I got back to my senses and pulled my towel back. I looked at Rajesh.

There was a mix of excitement and sadness on his face. He hurried to leave at the same time, anticipating what I had to say to him.

Me: Hey, Thank you so much for your help. It was really great.

Rajesh: Oh, it’s totally fine, ma’am. Happy to help. I hope you’re fine with it.

Me: Of course. Made me want to have a full-body massage, actually. Speaking of which, do you guys have someone like a masseur around here? I’m pretty stiff from the cold. I would really like a body massage.

Rajesh: Oh no, sorry, ma’am. Since it’s not the season time, we don’t have anyone around.

Me: Oh, okay.

Rajesh: Ma’am, if you don’t mind, I can give you a massage. I’m obviously not a pro at it, but I’m good. But only if you’re okay with it, though.

Me: Oh! You could? Umm. Well, I’m okay with it.

Rajesh: Okay then. When should I come for the massage?

Me: You can come in the evening.

Rajesh: Okay, sure, ma’am. See you then.

He looked at me, smiled, and took the tray left. I saw him till the door, closed and locked it. I removed my towel, lay down in the bed, and felt my pussy. It was already wet by then. Just then, Shreekanth came out of the bathroom wearing a towel.

Seeing me naked on the bed, he got an instant hard-on. He removed his towel and flung it to the corner. He lay down on me and put his lips on mine. We had an intense wet smooch for about 10 minutes while his dick was rubbing over my pussy.

He took some of the saliva that was oozing out of our mouths. He applied it on his dick and pushed it in. We had a 45-minute session before we sat down to eat.

Soon after lunch, we were lying on the bed. I was wondering what to tell Shreekanth about the massage session. Before I could say about it, he told me that two of his friends had come and were in a nearby hotel. He needed to visit them in the evening.

By evening, Shreekanth got ready and left to meet his friends. I was pretty excited about what was to come. I went and quickly rinsed my body with some shower gel. I was a little sweaty from the sex session.

I wiped my body with the towel and put on a black thong. It was a little transparent on the front, with the strap going tight deep inside my ass crack. I chose not to wear any bra. I then took the transparent black gown from the cupboard and wore it.

I looked at myself in the mirror for a while. It was sure to turn on any guy. I was waiting on the balcony when the doorbell rang at about 6 p.m. I saw Rajesh waiting through the peephole. I loosened the knot of my gown a little, put my hair to the front and opened the door.

I saw a stunned look on Rajesh’s face. He looked at my cleavage and belly button, which had become visible as I loosened the gown.

Me: Hey. Please come in.

Rajesh: Thank you, ma’am.

I closed the door behind me. But he waited there for me to walk in front of him. I obliged and walked towards the balcony.

Rajesh: Are you ready, ma’am?

Me: Oh yes, I am. By the way, my name is Nikita. You can call me Nikki.

Rajesh: Oh, really glad to meet you, ma’am.

Me: Same here, Rajesh. But again, just Nikki, please.

Rajesh: Okay, Nikki.

Saying that, he blushed the hardest, struggling to make eye contact.

Rajesh: Where would you like me to set up, ma’am?

Me: You mean Nikki? Yeah sure. I think the balcony is fine.

Rajesh: Huh? Really?

Me: yeah. Is that a problem?

Rajesh: Nope. Not at all, ma’am. I mean Nikki.

I laughed, and he found the perfect moment to get a view of my jiggling boobs through the transparent gown. He took the portable spa bed to the balcony and started setting it up. He took the other box and kept it on the side of the bed.

He was looking around the open balcony. There were a few buildings around and the road right below. We were on the first floor of the hotel, which was easily visible. There was a bit of nervousness on his face, but he didn’t say otherwise.

Rajesh: It’s ready, Nikki.

I walked to the mirror and tied my hair into a bun. As I raised my hands, the gown parted further from the middle. I saw Rajesh looking at me through the mirror. I didn’t bother to proper my gown and walked towards him.

Rajesh: Everything’s ready. Please lie down here.

He was confidently looking at my bosoms by then. I turned around and faced my back towards him. I untied my gown, and it slid through my body and fell. I was literally topless by then. I only had my thongs on, which barely covered my ass.

I hopped onto the bed. He was looking at my boobs which were swaying more than ever. I was steadying myself to lie down. I lay face-down in the bed.

Rajesh: Place your face correctly by this opening and relax.

I positioned myself and closed my eyes. He took the bottle of warm oil and poured it from my toes to my upper thighs. As the oil oozed to the sides, he would apply pressure with his thumb all over and then massage them slowly. He raised my legs one by one to massage between my inner thigh and toes.

He then took the oil and poured it over my ass. He jiggled my ass to apply the oil over it and began messaging. He parted my ass cheeks and moved the back strap of my thong, and poured a few drops of oil. I let out a moan as the warm oil came in contact with my skin. His fingers fiddled with my asshole.

I was pretty sure he would have noticed my wet pussy by then. He massaged there with his thumb for some more time and kept my legs back on the bed.

He moved towards my upper body, poured some more oil on my back, and began massaging my back. He moved my hands upward, which I placed above my head, and was rubbing the sides along with my armpits. I let out a moan each time he applied pressure.

He applied the oil on both his hands, massaged my neck gently and worked his way down to my waist. My hands kept above my head, gave him ample space to massage my armpits and side boobs. With each stroke, he would reach more and more to my side boobs.

He was massaging my armpits and side boobs for the longest time. He fondled them for some more time, and by then, I found the stiffness of my back relieved.

Rajesh: Ma’am. I meant Nikki. How was it? Was it fine?

Me: It was amazing. The stiffness is gone. You’re really good.

He was still fondling my armpits and side boobs as he spoke.

Rajesh: Oh, thanks a lot.

Me: So, are we done here?

Rajesh: The back is done, ma’am. If you want the front…

He stuttered as he wasn’t sure to ask me to turn around. But I replied just as he asked.

Me: Oh yeah, surely.

I said and looked at him. His face turned from hesitant to eager face real quick as I answered him. I then got up and rolled myself to face upward. My boobs were really dangling as I rolled myself and lay on my back on the massage bed. He couldn’t take his eyes off my breasts, which bounced as I positioned myself.

He took the oil and poured it from my chest to the waist. I could feel the oil leak on my belly button and giggled. He smiled at me, looking at my jiggling boobs. I giggled and quickly started to massage from the waist upward.

He massaged my waist and the sides of my body and worked his way up. As he massaged and played with my belly button and waist, I let out a moan. As he stood closer to massage me, my hand brushed his crotch area. I was anticipating it but wanted to make sure it was conscious. So, I didn’t react the first two times.

The next time it happened, I opened my palm and felt the warmth of his dick. He stopped moving to and fro and rested his dick on my hand. I caressed his dick over his for some more time and slowly opened his zip. He was excited and frantically looking around as well as we were on the balcony.

As I slowly opened his zip, he quickly took his dick and put it out, and looked at me thrilled. I held his dick and began stroking it. It was as long as my palm and really thick and warm. I looked at him and smiled as I stroked with my right hand.

He, meanwhile, resumed massaging my upper body as I stroked his dick. He took the warm oil, poured it on my chest, and held my breasts. He swayed to the side with both his hands, held it in the centre, and began massaging it in a circular motion.

I stroked his dick to and fro as he moved his hands around my boobs. He played with my nipples, which were already hard because of the cold climate. He pinched them lightly and pressed my boobs tightly. I moaned as I applied some saliva to my hand and lubricated the stroking.

He bent down and felt my nipples with his tongue. He salivated around my areola and sucked hard on my boobs. While sucking on my right boob, he fondled my left boob with his left hand. He lubricated his right hand with his saliva and began fingering my pussy.

I pulled him closer as I held his dick and placed a few kisses on the tip, and wiggled my tongue over it. He let out a moan as my mouth felt the head of his dick, and my tongue tasted it. I moved closer to him to take it all inside my mouth.

He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of my mouth engulf his dick. He kept fondling my boobs, pinching them with his left hand and fingering my pussy with his right middle finger. I kept blowing him in full force while I overflowed because of his fingering.

Around 10 minutes later, he held my head, thrusting faster and began moaning loudly. I knew he was nearing his climax, so even I tried to blow faster.

“Nikita madam!”’ he exclaimed. He held my face and deposited his liquid inside my mouth. Most of it spilt out and fell on my neck and boobs, as it was more than I could hold. I laid down back on the massage bed, panting and gasping for air, trying to swallow the load in my mouth.

He parted my legs and put his face in between my legs. I was startled as his tongue felt my already wet pussy. He inserted his tongue deep inside and sucked on it as he gulped the juices that flowed out. Along with his tongue, he inserted his middle finger and felt me from the inside.

I held his head tightly onto me as it was really enthralling for me. He licked me dry, held my legs, and pulled me to the edge of the massage bed. He held his dick in his hand, which had gone a little limp by then, and looked around frantically. I looked at him, and our eyes met.

“Can I go in raw, please?” he asked, giving me a pity look.

Just before I could answer him, my phone rang. We both were startled. But he rushed inside to get my phone from my bed as I couldn’t get up as quickly as I wanted to. He waited for me to complete the call while he began hardening himself for round two.

But it was Sreekanth who called me to inform me that both his friends would be accompanying him back to our place. They were about to leave from there. I sat up and informed Rajesh about the same, and he felt dejected. He was almost teary-eyed, but I couldn’t help it.

I quickly went into my room, put my gown back on and tied my messy hair into a bun. He hurried to put his clothes back on and pack up the massage bed and stuff. I walked him to the door, where he hugged me tightly and savoured my tongue with his.

I could feel his anger as he forced his saliva deep into me. I assured him that I would call him later when I could. He gave me a last peck on my cheek and left the room.

I locked the door and went in. I knew Sreekanth and his friends would reach in another 15 minutes. I had a quick shower to wash off the oil on my body. I stood under the shower, reminiscing about the massage as I washed the wetness off my pussy.

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Hey all! This is a story between me and my high school friend, Manvi. This happened in Nagpur when we were 19. Both of us had lost our virginity by then.

We were extremely mature about sex for that age. We knew we loved sex, but we didn’t want the drama of a relationship. And most importantly, we were experts in talking dirty. And making people uncomfortable with the filthy talk.

Manvi had a thin waist and a tight round ass. Her boobs were like light bulbs, with pointy nipples. We both were in the school basketball team. We used to spend a lot of time practising in and out of school.

While playing, we both used to touch each other’s private parts whenever we got a chance. Sometimes, I used to spank her when she was shooting a basket. She used to wear cute thigh-length shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt while playing.

She had incredibly sexy thighs. The type that would want you just to spread apart and start shoving your cock in. This particular story was when we were 19. She started going to a commerce college, and I pursued science.

It was all very new for us since we don’t see each other every day now. But I used to play basketball every day. There, I used to be around a lot of pretty girls. But none gave me a high that Manvi did. She was some goddess.

We didn’t have smartphones back then. It was all about SMS packs and word limits. But we both were too bored of that crap.

One day, we stumbled upon each other near Hislop College, Nagpur.

She said, “Ooh, l sense a throbbing cock somewhere, lol.”

I smirked and responded, “Well, it salutes a dry pussy when it sees one.”

Manvi (chuckled): I have missed you, Mr.Black-Cock.

It’s exactly as it sounds. I have a black pulsating 5.6-inch dick which Manvi was obsessed about.

Me: Me too, Miss Velvet Pussy.

She laughed. Manvi looked around, biting her lips and came a bit closer to me.

Manvi whispered: Want to soak my pussy right now?

I was thrilled, and my cock actually started throbbing. I am sure it remembered her lips.

Me: Of course. I see your boobs are almost the size of my palm now.

She came a bit forward and gave my cock a wild rub. And gave me the horniest expression. She was wearing a salwar kameez. So she had the most Indian cleavage ever.

Manvi: Want to see my new panties? Bummer, I’m not wearing any, lol!

She laughed maniacally. She held my hand and walked me to the nearest cigarette shack. She went seductively to the shopkeeper and showed just enough cleavage to get his blood running.

Manvi: Bhaiya, 5-6 minute ke liye tapri ke peeche jaana hai. Kisiko bhejna mat. Nahi toh aapka lauda kaat dungi haha

(Uncle, I need to go behind the shack for 5-6 minutes. Make sure no one comes, or else I shall cut your cock)

She gave him a 20 rupee note.

He said: Jaiye madam. (Go, madam.)

I looked at my cock and said: And that’s why we love Manvi

The shack was at the end of the road. There was a little space behind it, just enough to make Manvi lean and spread her legs a foot wide. She was walking furiously. Damn, she was horny.

Manvi: Mandar jaldi yaar. Foreplay wagare ka time nahi hai. Bus ghusa ke paani pila de.

(Quick Mandar, there’s no time for foreplay. Just push your cock in and feed me your fluids.)

As soon as we reached the spot, I pulled her stroll down and cupped her buttocks. Gave her a loud spank.

Manvi: Ahh!

Me: Turn around, slut.

I turned her around and bent her a little. She was so perfect that her cute watermelon ass came right on my cock. I held her shoulder and pulled her kameez off them. I could see her straps. I lifted her kameez and started removing her salwar strings.

Manvi: Smooth, huh! Faster babe. Or are you just stalling to get a hard-on hahaha

Me: I was hard the minute I fucked you in my mind.

Manvi: Shut up and fuck now.

I pulled her salwar in one go to her heels. The bitch wasn’t lying. She wasn’t wearing panties. I quickly pulled my pants down and slapped my black dick on her butt.

Manvi: Mandar, you ass, stop watching too much porn. A lady doesn’t really like to wait.

I spat on my finger and, without any mercy, entered it forcefully in her ass. That was our thing. Finger the ass, fuck the pussy.

Manvi: Ah! Mandar, you are my favourite boy toy. I see you remember. Finger the ass and fuck my pussy.

I pushed my dick into her wet tight pussy mercilessly. She suppressed a scream.

Manvi: Uff, Mandar, fuck you for letting me dry all this time.

Me: Come on, babe, twerk that booty.

Manvi started shaking in rhythm. She was biting her lips. And her face was pushed against the wall. I started humping her hard. There was no condom. She was a sucker for naked dicks and a pill addict.

She had an abortion already. And we still don’t know whether it was my doing or someone else’s. Isn’t that hot? I squeezed shoulder with one hand and fingered her ass with the other. My dick was doing the rest.

She was thumping me back. Thap thap thap thap. The sounds only got wetter. Phach, phach, phach. Suddenly, there was a sound of a twig cracking through the bushes. I almost stopped

Manvi: Ah, don’t worry, Mr Black-cock. It’s the shopkeeper.

Me: Lol, should we call him to spank you too?

Manvi: Nah, not today. My dad’s coming to pick me up.

Me: Such a bummer.

Manvi shouted to the shopkeeper: Bhaiya, aapko bhi ek lauda chahiye kya gand mein? Bhago idhar se nahi toh chilla dungi!

(Uncle, do you want to get fucked in the ass too? If not, then fuck off, or I will start screaming.)

The shopkeeper ran away.

Me: Such a tease!

Manvi: Just keep humping.

I cupped her boobs from behind and started ramming her like a horse. Her body was writhing like a snake. Her bangles were making sounds like it was some brothel.

Manvi: Ah, harder.

Me: Babe, I think your father will have to wait. My balls aren’t in the mood to drain today, lol.

Manvi: Maybe I should have given the shopkeeper a chance while I suck you dry.

Me: Hahaha, let me go deeper.

I lifted her one leg against the wall and thrust hard inside her. She almost lost her balance.

Manvi: Aah, where did you learn that? Which slut are you banging nowadays?

Me: Just the usual, Anushka comes in handy. One hell of a nymph that bitch is.

Manvi: Aah that slut. Maybe I will do her one day, hahaha.

Me: Hahaha, sure, she once drained me in a cup and drank it naked.

Manvi: Shit, that makes me so wet. Mandar, cum fast, I want a drink too.

I knew what I had to do. I removed my cock in one thrust. Manvi shrieked.

Manvi: What the fuck do you think you are doing?

I got hold of her kameez end and lifted it. Shoved the same in her mouth. I spat heavily on my cock and shoved it inside her ass without a warning. Manvi writhed and suppressed a miserable scream. Her back arched and started shaking. She was so so so tight that my cock was suddenly squeezing life.

Me: Ah, bitch you are so tight. Get a dildo and practice your ass, babe.

Manvi: Ahh, hmmm.

She couldn’t utter a word. I held both her hands so she couldn’t remove the gag from her mouth. And started humping harder.

One stroke, two strokes, three, four, five……

…13, 14, 15 and so on.

I felt a gush of cum rushing itself into my dick. I quickly removed her gag.

Me: Quick, choose mouth or ass or cleavage

Manvi: Mouth now.

I withdrew my cock at once, and Manvi quickly went on her knees. One boob of hers was popping out of her kurti. I bent a bit and squeezed that tit.

I unloaded a huge squirt on her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was humming.

Manvi: Aah, Mandar.

She started licking her lips and stroking my cock.

Manvi: Aah, babe, you are the best fit for all my holes

Me: Now fuck off, or that old geezer of yours will make a fuss.

She quickly got hold of her things. Adjusted her cleavage and started walking off. She started walking towards the shop. I spanked her extremely hard as she left. She let out a moan and wiggled her ass.

I sat behind the shop for a while to let go first. I was still stroking my cock. Over the years, Manvi and I had a lot of such endeavours. Stay tuned for more. Do read my previous stories.

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I was flushing with sensations as I paced across the room. My heart was pounding. I never thought in my wildest dreams that a squeeze on my ass can be this arousing. I bit my lips at the thought that my son’s giant palms mauled my soft cheeks. I felt this strange desire to present my cheeks to him and surrender to his mercy, let him squeeze and tease me.

For a moment I wanted him all over my ass, wanted to feel his tongue in every place, my butthole.. but at the same time, it is so sweaty and stinky. It is a gandhii place, totally gandhii. It is my most private secret place that even my husband has not explored.

I couldn’t take my mind off the steamy thoughts so I thought of going for a run in the ground to distract myself.

“Wow! You look very energetic today, honey,” my husband Ravi remarked as he came out of the bathroom.

“Yeah honey, I feel good today. Tempted to go for a run. You want to come?”

“Well, no! I just had a bath and must get to shop a bit early today! There’s a thunderstorm warning. You should go to school early today.”

“Just a few minutes of run and I’ll be okay,” I hummed, slipping on my black tight tracks and t-shirt. As I got out of our room, I saw my son Dev walking out of the hallway, dressed up in running gear. He was headed out to the stadium too.

We took the car and dropped Ravi at the shop. As soon as we bid bye to my husband, my son’s hand rested on my ass.

“Shh…honey, I am driving!” I chided.

“You are the best of us when it comes to driving, so don’t worry!” my son winked as he gently moved his hands around.

I pushed his hands away and warned him again. Retracting his pesky hands, he sat like a good baby for the rest of the ride.

Before our jogging, Dev came close and whispered:

“Run well, maa.” He gave a quick pinch.

“Okay! Geez beta, stop your pinching, it’s public!” I whispered.

My whole plan about not getting horny was ruined by this idiot son.

As I jogged, I paid attention to my ass. The way the fabric of my wet panty made delicate friction, the way my butt giggled, the sweat accumulating, the heat, etc. I remembered how these very cheeks were held by my son’s strong hands as he pleasured them. I longed for his hands to feel my hot beating burning ass again. I longed for him to knead and tease. I longed to feel the way he made me feel with his antics.

As I drove back home, I stared at my son’s hands differently. For the first time, the sight of his palms made me aroused. I waited if he would make a move but he was quiet. Soon, it began to rain heavily. Dev turned on the radio. The news announced that today would be a holiday due to rain.

“No office today,” Dev whispered.

“No school for me either.”

We silently parked the car. I turned off the engine.

Soon after I stood on the floor, Dev suddenly held my waist and picked me up.

He locked me in his grip and carried me to his room. He placed me against the wall, hung his arm around my waist began kneading my ass again. My spirits soared as I felt his grip again. It took a good amount of self-control on my part not to moan or yell “Yesssss” when he kept kneading and pressing my hot ass cheeks.

But the control was short-lived. As he continuously and lovingly molested my cheeks, I moaned “Yes” to his every attack.

“You like your son kneading you?”

“Yesssss yessss..I love your hands there son..Knead me forcefully. Yes!” What a shameless person I had become overnight! A slave to my son’s lustful fetish. I could not believe I was enjoying my ass being assaulted.

“Oh maa, mera randi deviiii” Dev moaned as he began to knead harder and faster.

“Ohhh meri ranjhaa, oooh maaro mujhe jhor se..” I bickered.

I got aroused in every affront. The room was filled with sounds of moans, slaps and pompous grunting.

After moments of intense ass-squeezing, suddenly Dev stopped.

My senses heightened and became sensitive to the calm. I was standing against the wall with hands resting on them and my ass facing my son. He was just behind me, allowing his long finger to seductively trace through my back. I felt goosebumps as his bare hands entered my tracks. I shuddered as his rough palm slowly grazed the soft naked skin of my ass for the first time. I let him remove my tracks and my soaked, wet, dripping panty.

I felt the cool air against my naked, exposed ass. Next, I felt my son’s big palm against my cheeks. I felt his fingers cupping and his thumbs grazing the crevice of my ass. Oh my God! My son was moving through the crevice, the forbidden place, the dark place, my gandhii place. Oh no, his thumbs were grazing deeper.

“Oh my god, oh my god. Stop. Stop it.. Mother is dirty down there” I pleaded but to no avail. My son’s finger slid through my sweaty crevice unashamed.

“Uuuhh…It’s dirty and stinky there, beta….don’t embarrass your mother..please…”

My son responded by further widening my cheeks. In the space between my dirty crevice…I felt some strange sensation of air and moisture. I shuddered when I realized that it was my son’s nose on my butthole. He was going to smell my sweating, dirty, dark anal crevice.

“Ohhh..no…its gandiii gandiii..please..” I moaned but to no avail. I felt him inhale my dirty slimy scent and shudder pierced through my spine as the taboo debauchery ensued between the mother and son.

Dev gently wafted and whiffed in his mother’s deep scent. He stole away the secrets from my puckered arse hole, inch by inch. He lingered achingly through every inch of crevice and relished its dirty, steamy, scent. I soon felt my son’s wet tongue touch my butthole. Sensation throbbed through my being with his dirty touch and my womb spasmed in pleasure. I didn’t realize that juices from my pussy were overflowing and wetting the carpet. All I knew was that his warm, wet, dirty touch sent spasm after spasm of bliss.

My own son was licking and smelling every corner of my dirty sweaty ass. The wetness of his tongue adorned my sphincter and tickled my nerves into a wave orgasm. The sheer taboo, the sheer sin, the sheer rawness of my son lustily inhaling, smelling, and devouring my darkest dirty anal crevices made me moan in a wild rapture.

He ate every crevice of me, he smelled every forbidden place as long as he wanted. He smelled with abandon, and passion and wild longing. He tasted me, and ate me for hours till my body exploded intense shuddering orgasm after orgasm.

“Oh maaa, maa, I love you,” Dev moaned as I regained my composure.

He gently lifted me and placed me on his bed, gave me some water and wrapped a warm blanket around me. As he tried to go away, I held his hand, cajoled him into the blanket and slept with him.

I woke up and checked the time. The thunderstorm had subsided. It was time for Ravi to return. I took my clothes and walked to my room.

Dev excused me from going to his room again that night. But I longed to see him again. After Ravi slept, I tiptoed into his room. He was in his studies, the night lamp turned on. He perceived my entrance quizzically.

I walked to him slowly, turned around, removed my leggings to reveal my bare ass, and bent down. My ass must have glistened under the night lamp. Soon my son’s mouth was on my crevice. I warmed up to his tongue and let him have my butt to his heart’s content.

My pussy leaked water, overflowing its container. Fuck! I wanted that lustful itch of mine to be fulfilled. I wanted to get penetrated and fucked. Lovingly. Relentlessly. Thoroughly. If only we weren’t related, I thought. If only he felt the same way about my pussy. But he was my son who was getting over his obsession so that he could find a life partner. I should control myself.

Dev thanked me for coming, lay me on the bed and he lay next to me. We talked without inhibitions. He told me all this was like a dream come true for him. I wished I could kiss him and run my fingers through his chest, but that would be super taboo and so I controlled it.

“You know I really wish to cuddle you and hold you, maa. But we can’t, right maa…” Dev whispered.

“I am afraid so..”

My heart shuddered with love for him but one side of me controlled.

That night, Dev got some warm massage oil, made me lie on my stomach and gently and lovingly, massaged my buxom ass till it was time for me to return. It was a beautiful experience. Still, my pussy needed some fulfillment.

I returned to our room and began to kiss my husband Ravi. When he opened his eyes, I was naked rubbing my dripping pussy on his crotch like a bitch in heat. He responded by sucking my lips passionately. He removed his pajama and exposed his hardon. I kissed him with dripping saliva while he positioned his cock on the entrance of my wet cunt. I wasted no time in sliding in. It felt like years since we fucked and I felt happy we were doing it again.

I started bucking my hips on his cock like a wild demoness until he climaxed inside me, which was pretty quick. He went to the toilet to clean his jizz, put on a new pajama, kissed my lips and pulled me close.

“Mm, that was hot!” Ravi mused.

“It was, honey” I kissed him back.

Ravi slept like a baby while I rubbed my pussy till slumber overcame me as well.

The next day morning, I took a bath and was grinding for chutney when my son lifted the saree and petticoat, and slid my panty sideways without even wishing good morning.

“Hi, mom. Your cheeks are softer after the massage,” he said as he caressed my butt cups again.

“Oh…I don’t understand you.” I moaned as he spread the cups and buried his nose into my anal crevice, inhaling me again. It felt raunchy. His licking was too good for me to focus on grinding. He enjoyed eating my anal dumplings till I heard my husband’s alarm ring. I shooed him away just as Ravi woke up.

That morning, we had another kinky adventure. I took the usual metro bus to reach my school. The bus is crowded during the morning time and that day was no exception. As I stood in there, I felt a hand on my ass.

“Shit, Deva!” I noticed the huge hunk of a man clad in a mask standing behind me. He skillfully ran his finger around my soft ass. As the bus suddenly came to a halt at the next stop, he squeezed me.

“Uffff” I moaned. The lady next to me asked if I was okay.

“Yeah..uff..hmm…I’m fine ma’am..just a shhh sprain. No problem.”

As the crowd increased, Deva began to get bolder with me, kneading and teasing my ass. I stood leaning to a pole enjoying my son’s game. He was assaulting my ass, in a public bus! And I was enjoying it. He skillfully tickled me and readily kneaded me. My body sweated in the excitement.

After he kneaded my ass to his heart’s content, he leaned to me discreetly, “Fulfilled?”

“No..you dirty…” I whispered back, excited, anticipating his next move.

He now gently held my waist and pulled me behind until my ass rested on his hard erection. I felt his raging warmth on my cheeks. He skillfully found my crevice and rested his cock there, sliding gently all the while caressing my ass.

“How about now?” he whispered.

“Son, it’s…aah..you can’t…use that thing…”

“I can feel you there, that’s what we agreed. I can feel with my nose, tongue and…this too” Dev murmured.

No doubt he was right.

“Mm…you pervert….in that case….pull your me closer to you,” I whispered shamelessly as I ran my hips up and down against his cock. I felt his thickness and knew for a moment that he was hard and strong. My son’s manhood was grazing my plump ass. Our breathing got heavy and some of the passengers suspected we were doing something kinky. But we did not stop.

I bucked my hips on his cock and he slid his hardon against my ass crevice. We played until the bus reached my stop. I got out sweating, wet and horny. Deva was nowhere to be seen.

I walked into my teaching cabin hurriedly. The school assembly was to begin and I had to rush there soon after keeping my stuff. Just as I unlocked my cabin, my son pushed me after appearing from hiding. He hushed me and hugged me. I tried my best not to kiss him and somehow succeeded.

He turned me around and expertly undid my saree. Amidst our heavy breathing, he slid down my dainty light blue petticoat.

“Uff…beta…assembly!” I tried to wiggle, but he pinned me to the table, split open my crevice and began eating like a mad man.

“Oh you, dirty dirty dirty boy….” I shuddered softly as he relentlessly ravished my anal canal with his tongue. I heard his pant falling down and soon I felt his hot rod rubbing my ass crack.

“Uff, you pervert” I moaned as he poured lubricant into my crack and began sliding in and out.

“Best feeling it is, maa.”

“Uff…uff..you can enjoy as much—ahh—as you want at home beta….this is shh school..”

“Oh, yeah? Can’t I rub my cock here dance teacher?” he began kneading me mercilessly, stimulating every zone in my ass and sliding his boner on my ass crack.

“Mfff yeah…you dirty devil” I moaned as he seductively rubbed his dick in me. We relished the moment…until the bell rang.

“Ohh…yes yes…oh..shhhhitttttttt beta, the bell rang…get the fuck out.” I hurriedly moaned. I couldn’t believe one hour passed so fast.

Dev put on his trousers and kissed my cheeks. “I’ll see you after office, my yummy maa”.

He dashed off to his office and I spent another half an hour putting on my panties, petticoat, and saree.

Excruciating!

End of part 2

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This is a work of fiction of a mad man with mad tastes.

I am Priya. One can call me a very traditional but trendy, conservative, simple housewife who happens to be an ardent teacher of Carnatic dance at a nearby school. My husband, Ravi is a busy merchant. I am in my 40s and he is 60. We have been happily married for 25 years and we have a son, Deva who is 24 years old and works in government service.

My routine since the time of marriage has been pretty much the same. I wake up at 4 am, do the chores, send those soldiers to the battlefield, go to dance school, maintain the home and serve my lovely soldiers when they are back from fighting the world.

What I am going to narrate changed my life upside down. In the 25th year of my marriage, a series of events made me lose myself in a bottomless pit of myriad sensations of such rapture which any traditional woman would be ashamed to even share even though they secretly yearn for it in their darkest fantasies. Such was the wickedness, wildness, debauchery, and perverted lustfulness that I was awakened into. And the awakener was none other than my own son.

It all started a few years back when Deva had just started a job in government service. As any loving traditional parents would do at that juncture, we wanted to get our son married. But Deva was adamant as hell that he would not marry. He had no girlfriend, no relationship, no love interest of any kind even though several girls- some daughters of my friends, were attracted and drooling over his mere strong masculine appearance and deep voice.

My son cannot be described as the charming talkative type. He is taciturn. Spends time working out, traveling, and reading. He moves his imposing body quietly but confidently. He is very thoughtful and preempts much of my needs before I even have to raise them. He gets me a waterbag when I get periods, watches over me when I am taking classes, makes delicious parathas and paneer, makes me laugh when I worry and takes me out when needed. He is such a gentleman and I see no reason why he should remain unmarried.

Thoroughly fed up after his 65th rejection of the proposal, I decided to have a serious conversation with him. That evening, I went to his room. He was inside the bathroom showering after his gym time.

I sat on his bed and noticed his laptop. I saw images of a saree-clad woman’s behind. Buxom, shapely beautiful figures. It felt quite funny too because the saree in the image was almost the same saree I was wearing. Or is it?! Before I could get to seek the saree in close, my son came out wearing his white kurta and pajamas.

“Kya hein, maa?” Dev smiled.

“Young man!” I blurted.

“What is it?” Deva quipped. His hair was disheveled, but his eyes were calm and quiet, despite my temper. He even seemed to be finding humor in it.

“So many good proposals and you reject everything with impunity. At least give them a read before rejecting!”

“Why should I waste my time? Rejection is the right response or else I will ruin the life of another person.”

I made him sit near me.

“What’s really bothering you, son?” I asked.

“ I’ve been meaning to answer this, maa. Now I think it is the right time. I want you to listen carefully maa. Don’t judge.”

“Okay” I whispered, looking at his composed eyes.

“I’m..I’m obsessed with your ass, mother. Nothing else turns me on. No other woman arouses me. I’ve tried it many times but failed. I respond to your ass. Only to your beautiful ass.”

I felt my like I got hit by seven speeding trains.

“Chiiii! You idiot! You dirty swine! How could you even think like this! Hey Bhagwan!! What has my son become!! This is most disgusting!!!”

Dev was silent. In his silence, I regained my composure.

“Should I tell this to your father?”

“Will that help, maa? It will not solve anything apart from jeopardizing my marital future.”

“What will help you, Dev?”

“I’ve tried forgetting, masturbating, everything..but it is not working maa.”

Slowly, I realized.

“The woman in your laptop screen..it’s..its..?” I trembled.

“It is you, mother” Dev completed.

We sat for a few minutes in silence. I could not even look into my son’s eyes.

“Maa” Dev broke the silence.

“There is perhaps one way you can help. You see, I fantasize and have these fetishes due to wild imaginations..perhaps..if I can come back to reality and perhaps if I can really experience your ass to my heart’s content…then the cravings might be satiated. And then I might be to respond to other women.”

“Chiiii! It’s so immoral”, I responded.

“It is just like I craved for chole battura the first time, mother. Remember the story you used to say..when I was a kid, I cried and cried and fought for it. But after some months, I let go of my obsession to chole battura and moved on to other dishes.”

I sat there for some time and thought over it.

Perhaps he is right. This might be the only way to ensure that he gets to be with a girl and lead a normal life. A matter of a few days or weeks, then he will get over his obsession and be like a normal person.

So I agreed by laying down some conditions.

“You can feel my ass as much as you wish. I will be available whenever you message me. But you must promise that you will not touch or feel any other body part of mine. You will remove my clothing only to the extent of seeing my ass.”

“Okay. I promise. Thank you, mother,” Dev’s eyes brightened up, but as I walked out, I saw his smile and he looked like a wolf. A kind but very hungry wolf.

“Tomorrow, beta” I said.

“Tonight.” he corrected. “After papa has slept, come to my room in this very same saree, ma.” he smiled.

“Geez beta!” I could not help but blush.

“You’ll be safe with me mother, you know that.”

“I trust you, son.” My heart was pounding 100 miles.

That night, as agreed, I slipped out of our marital bed and walked in the darkness upstairs to our son’s room. It was all going to be quick business. He would fondle my bummer and meddle with it for some time and that’s it, work will be done and we both can go back to leading our normal life, or so I thought as I walked into Dev’s dimly lit room.

As I turned and stood on my toes, stumbling to lock the door, I felt my son’s giant hand come in to aid. With his right hand, he put on the lock while his left palm gently groped the back of my saree. His fingers traced the contours of my left cheek and slowly glided. Just as my son reached the part where the ass ends and thigh begins, he clenched his fingers and grabbed my soft butt cheek. Sensations trickled down my body as it was the very first time someone teased down there.

His strong palms briefly relaxed before grabbing my soft flesh again, and yet another heavy gasp escaped my lips. Our eyes met for the first time. I looked into him quietly, I felt the whole world stop into a dance of inaction. Just as I was relaxing, his strong palm grabbed my cheeks again. He pressed again and again. I gasped again and again. I leaned myself on the door and arched my ass outwards.

“Is this okay, son?”

“Oh Yes maaa..” Dev was now directly behind me, running both hands on my cheeks, gauging its contours and softness.

He whispered into my ears how he yearned for this moment and how much he wished to squeeze my soft flesh. As he whispered his fantasy to me which was turning into reality, his squeezes became firm and rough, firmer, and rougher. The room was filled with silent gasps of the mother and son.

“Is it difficult in the saree? I think mommy in petticoat will be better for your hands,” I told him between his squeezes.

“Not today, mom” Dev gasped. “It’s risky to spend more time here again with papa around.”

My son then gave a wrenching squeeze on my cheeks before releasing his hands and opening the door for me.

“Maa, don’t wash yourself today. Okay?”

I nodded.

We kissed each other a formal mother-son good night kiss before parting. I went to our room, removed my saree and snuggled up inside my husband. As he sheepishly opened his eyes, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my ass.

“Squeeze me, Ravi. Squeeze me” I pleaded but my words went unanswered. I snuggled inside the blanket and drifted off to sleep.

At 4 am, as usual, I made my way into the kitchen for the day’s chores. The pink blouse and petticoat from the night was comfortable on me. As I walked sleepily to the kitchen, I was greeted by Deva. He was devouring my voluptuous curvy frame, fertile waist and protruding mommy boobs and at once I could see his cock throbbing in his pajamas. While talking, as I turned toward the stove, he gave a tight slap on my left ass cheek. God knows why but it sent shivers through my spine and I shuddered a little.

“Hey, hold it there!” I mock scolded.

A few seconds later, he gave a tight slap to my right ass cheek and moved away before I could catch him. Any time I turned away from him, he would squeeze, pinch and slap. This gimmick continued till I finally caught him, pushed him to the wall and warned him not to irritate me. He agreed smilingly and promised he’d never repeat it.

But just as I turned away and barely walked 3 steps, my mom held my waist, pulled me back, and grabbed my ass with brute strength that I moaned. I fell on his strong arms. He pinned my naked waist with his left arm and pulled me towards him, while wildly squeezing my ass cheeks with his right palm. He squeezed and mauled and kneaded my cheeks till we both ended up panting and sweating. I loved it. It felt phenomenal.

After the session, he helped me cook and we split up before Ravi woke up.

End of part 1.

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