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Church & The Glance:

Sunday service ended. Aunty Anna stood with my mother near the vestibule. She wore her usual modest floral dress. It was buttoned to the throat.

But when I approached, her eyes met mine. They didn’t flinch away like before. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips.

Aunty Anna: Look at you.

Her voice was a soft tease. Only I could fully hear it.

Aunty Anna: All grown up in a button-down. Almost looks like you belong here.

My mother laughed.

Mom: Don’t encourage his vanity, Anna.

Aunty Anna: Oh, I’m just observing.

Her gaze dropped briefly to my fitted shirt. Then it returned to my eyes.

Aunty Anna: College has filled him out.

Sunday Lunch & The Car Ride:

We were at their home. The air was rich with the smell of spices. It was Sunday chicken curry.

Aunty Anna: We need more chicken.

Aunty Anna announced.

Aunty Anna: Come, help me carry bags from the shop.

The drive was quiet at first. She wore a white salwar kameez. The thin fabric hugged every curve. The neckline showed a soft, deep cleavage. Her breasts were full. They were easily a D-cup.

They strained against the material with each breath. Her hips flared generously. It made her waist seem smaller. Her round ass pressed against the car seat. It shifted subtly with the movement.

Me: You look… different today, Aunty.

I said, my voice steady. She glanced over.

Aunty Anna: Do I? This is just an old thing.

Me: It’s not old. It’s perfect.

I let my eyes travel slowly down her body.

Me: The white suits you. Shows your shape.

She didn’t scold me. Instead, a faint blush coloured her cheeks.

Aunty Anna: You’ve become quite bold. That shirt shows your shoulders. You work out.

Me: I do. Noticed you noticed.

The air grew thick. My cock was already half-hard from watching her. It began to swell fully against my pants. I was about 5.8 inches. It was thickening. The bulge became obvious in the quiet car.

She parked near the shop. But she didn’t get out. Her eyes dipped to my lap. They lingered. Then they snapped back to my face. Her breath hitched.

Aunty Anna: You should… be careful.

She whispered. But there was no anger. Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

Aunty Anna: That’s… quite a reaction.

Me: Can’t help it.

I shifted slightly. The outline of my cock was clearer.

Me: Not when you look like that. Your body is incredible, Aunty. Your breasts, that waist, your ass… It’s driving me crazy.

She closed her eyes for a second. A silent prayer was on her lips. When she opened them, they were dark with conflict.

Aunty Anna: This is sin.

Me: This is the truth.

I countered softly.

Me: You don’t move away.

She exhaled sharply. It was a shaky, warm sound.

Aunty Anna: We need to get the chicken.

The Discovery:

Later, back at her house, I excused myself. I went to the guest bathroom. The air inside was warm. It smelled like her perfume. As I turned to close the door, I saw it. Hanging on the back was a set of her clothes. It was a black bra and panties.

They were the kind you see in videos. They were not plain at all. My breath caught. I stepped closer. The bra was lace. It was sheer in parts. It had deep cups. I checked the tag: 36D. My mind flashed to her full breasts. They strained against her white kameez.

The panties were small. They were just triangles of black lace. They had a thin string at the hips. I could almost picture them on her. They would hug her round ass. My cock began to stir and harden again. I was looking at them. I quickly used the bathroom.

My mind raced with images. When I came out, I found her alone. She was in the dining area, clearing the table. My mom was in the living room. She was talking on the phone.

Aunty Anna: Can you help me for a second?

Aunty Anna asked. She was not looking at me.

Aunty Anna: There are a few things on the top of the kitchen slab. I can’t reach.

I followed her into the kitchen. She pointed to a high cabinet.

Aunty Anna: The extra containers are up there.

I climbed onto the counter. As I reached up, I heard her step closer. She was handing me something. From my height, I looked down. Her neckline gaped open. I had a full view down her cleavage. Her breasts were pushed together by her bra. They were heavy and soft.

I could see the deep shadow between them. I saw the edge of her bra cup. My dick hardened instantly. It pressed tight against my pants. I took the containers. I hopped down and turned to face her. My bulge was obvious now. It was a thick outline against the fabric.

Her eyes dropped straight to it. She froze. Her own breath stopped. She just stared. Her lips were slightly parted. She couldn’t look away. That’s when my mom walked into the kitchen.

Mom: Did you find the—?

Her voice cut off. Her eyes followed Aunty Anna’s stare. They landed right on the tent in my pants. Both women were silent. They were staring. My cock was fully hard now. It was about 7 inches thick. The head was clearly outlined.

I saw my mom’s eyes widen. Aunty Anna’s face flushed deep red. But she still didn’t look away. It was like they had never seen a dick that big before. I could see the shock in their faces. They were thinking it was bigger than their husbands’.

The silence was loud. Then my mom snapped.

Mom: For God’s sake!

She shouted. Her voice was sharp with embarrassment and anger.

Mom: Have some shame! Adjust yourself and sit in the car right now!

She was scolding me. But it was really for what we all had just seen. I quickly turned. I pulled my shirt down to hide it. But the damage was done.

I walked out. I felt their eyes on my back. The car ride home was dead quiet. My mom didn’t say a word. But just before she started the engine, she glanced at me. Then she quickly looked away. Her own face was troubled.

That night, all I could see was Aunty Anna’s black lace. I saw her cleavage. I saw the look in her eyes. It was not anger. It was pure, raw shock. And something else underneath it. Something that matched my own hunger.

Continues.

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The next day, while returning from college with Madhuri, Karan was in his own world. So much had changed that he got to lose his virginity, and he was making good money. But his love and desire for Sameera still looked like a dream.

Madhuri: “Hey dumbo! You look lost”

Karan: No, it’s nothing.

“You barely stay in your flat, you are working for that boutique now. Something’s up,” said Madhuri.

“I think I am in love with Sameera,” confessed Karan suddenly.

“What? Sameera, the owner of that boutique, isn’t she a bit old for you?” Madhuri was gutted hearing that the love of her childhood loves someone else. But she kept a straight face, trying to be brave.

“She would be 2-3 years older, but I have very strong feelings for her,” said Karan.

Suddenly, Karan saw Ruchi with Sonam in the society coming towards her. Seeing Sonam, he could not believe that such an innocent-looking woman was fucked like a slut last night in the room next to her. Suddenly, Ruchi said to Karan, “Hey! Sameera has called us all, let’s go.”

Karan went with them. Madhuri had tears in her eyes, “He loves someone else, and who is this girl with whom he went?” She went to her flat with so many questions in her mind.

In the boutique, everyone handed their sex report to Sameera. Karan felt too embarrassed to give his sex report to the girl he was in love with. Sameera had a smile when she read Ruchi and Karan’s report. “I need 15000 rupees for hotel, food and condoms,” said Amit.

“15000, OK,” Sammera gave him the money.

“Hey, Ruchi. Let’s go,” ordered Amit.

“But you said today you will do it with me,” said Sonam aunty. Amit paid no heed to her. Ruchi got up and went with him. Sonam was left heartbroken. Karan was shocked that Ruchi did not even ask Inder, her boyfriend, before leaving. Inder asked Karan for drinks and took him to his place.

In the hotel, Amit spanked Ruchi’s ass so hard it echoed in the whole room. She was just in her panties. Amit was standing behind her with one hand, teasing her nipples. With the other hand, he was caressing the ass cheek he had spanked just now.

“Stop being a bully, Amit! You are being too rough,” said Ruchi.

Amit inserted his hands in her panties, grabbed the cloth from inside, and tore it into pieces, throwing it aside. Slap, he slapped on Ruchi’s left tit so hard it became red, and his hand was imprinted on it.

He grabbed Ruchi’s open hair and inserted three fingers suddenly into her pussy. He started fingering her so hard that Ruchi’s whole body started shaking.

“Oh, God, Amit, not so hard. I beg you,” but the pleasure was too much along with the pain. “I am cumming…” announced Ruchi and came on Amit’s hand.

“Did that nerd make you feel like this?” asked Amit. Ruchi turned around, grabbed Amit’s dick, and started rubbing it. She could not help but compare how big Karan was to the dick she was holding now. “Your techniques might be better, but his dick is on another level,” teased Ruchi.

“Oh, is it?” Amit suddenly lifted Ruchi in his arms, took her to bed, and threw her like an object on it. “Let us compare now,” said Amit with a wicked smile.

He positioned himself on top and pushed his dick in one go, and started ramming Ruchi with crazy speed. Ruchi was going crazy. Amit knew all her weak spots. He kept fucking her non-stop in the same position till she felt a powerful orgasm building inside her.

“Right there! Right there! Please, Amit, don’t stop fuck me like your bitch,” pleaded Ruchi.

“Now tell me who is better?” Amit lifted both her legs, came on top, and started giving long and slow thrusts.

“You are, you are definitely better,” screamed Ruchi as she reached her orgasm and started squirting. Amit too reached his climax, exerting himself as a superior male.

Karan and Inder were having drinks. Inder asked Karan to stay away from Amit, as he has ego issues and does not like other guys in the group. He would try to push Karan out someday. “We are 3 guys and 2 girls in this group, you should bring someone,” said Inder.

“But I do not know anyone who would agree to be part of this,” said Karan.

“What about that cute girl you roam around with?” Inder hinted to Karan about Madhuri.

Karan got upset and banged the table, “Leave her out of this. “Just kidding. Let’s work out together from tomorrow,” said Inder. Karan left for his place, but to his surprise, Ruchi was standing at his door.

“Hey Di, let’s go inside need to talk about something,” Ruchi said with a worried expression. They went inside. Ruchi was wearing a knee-length floral dress. Karan was unaware that she was not wearing panties inside.

“I won’t waste time. I had sex with Amit today. I do not like that guy, but he is good at sex; he makes me feel so many things that I did not feel with you. What do you think of that?” asked Ruchi.

Embarrassed, Karan said, “I don’t know what to say. Should I be sorry?”

“You lost as a male, you idiot, and all you can say is sorry. I will teach you all about sex from today, you will learn and get better,” commanded Ruchi.

Ruchi lay on the bed, lifted her dress with her fingers, spread her pussy, and asked Karan to suck her clitoris. Karan was amazed that he had not noticed last time, but Ruchi had a pink pussy with no trace of any hair on it. Without thinking twice, he started sucking Ruchi’s pussy.

Sucking on it hard, he also started swiping his tongue on Ruchi’s pussy walls. Ruchi went into a trance; her hair was tied in a tight bun. Karan’s hand went into her dress and started mauling her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples.

Ruchi started building a huge orgasm, but she did not want to cum yet. She pushed Karan to remove his clothes, made him stand, went down on her knees, and started sucking his huge dick. Her lips felt like some magic to Karan; he felt she was going to suck his soul out.

She would take it all in till her throat, swirl her tongue around his dick, and suck it all the way to its tip. Her technique was perfect. Karan suddenly held her hair bun and thrust his balls against her chin. She was gagging and choking for breath, but she did not push Karan away and took it like a pro till he pulled out.

“Let me see if I have a condom. Here,” Ruchi gave Karan a condom from her purse; it was Amit’s. Karan covered his dick with it, but it only reached till half of his dick. It was tight, and it hurt. “It’s paining, said Karan.

Ruchi pulled out the condom “From today, call me Di, and I will let you fuck me without any protection,” said Ruchi, taking off her dress and lying on the bed with her legs open. Karan came on top and inserted his dick in Ruchi’s pussy and started fucking her.

“As expected, this guy’s dick is on another level. His movements are still on average, but the size…it reaches is incredible,” thought Ruchi.

Karan kept hammering on Ruchi’s pussy. This time, he felt more comfortable and lasted much longer than last time. Ruchi wrapped her legs while Karan kept pushing in and out of her pussy. She started moaning so much that he kissed her to muffle her voice.

He turned her into a doggy pose, held her waist, and started fucking her hard. Ruchi felt she had experienced nothing like this ever. Karan’s dick was rubbing against every corner of her pussy. Karan kept fucking her, seeing her asshole was driving him crazy. He felt a wave of energy and increased his pace.

It started to become too much for Ruchi to handle. She felt something boiling inside her, and in no time, she had such a powerful orgasm that she almost fainted.

Karan also came inside her and lay on top of her, exhausted. “Can’t believe with no experience he made me cum so much. What will he do once he becomes a pro?” wondered Ruchi.

For the next 2 months, Karan worked out with Inder. He started gaining strength, and his body started to become muscular. Ruchi is fucking him frequently, teaching him new positions and techniques without realising that she is getting addicted to Karan’s dick.

In Sonam aunty’s apartment, she was having dinner with Amit. Amit could not forget when Ruchi said that Karan’s dick is much bigger than his, even after months that had hurt his ego. “I need you to fuck that new guy,” said Amit to Sonam.

Shocked Sonam said, “Are you mad? What made you say this suddenly?”

“Just do it. Else forget me, I won’t even touch you in future if you don’t listen to me” Amit stood up and started leaving towards the door.

Sonam was still digesting what happened. She could not imagine her life without Amit, even though he treated her like trash. She was just a personal whore for Amit, but she loved Amit so much.

Amit wanted to prove his superiority. He planned that when Sonam submitted her report saying Karan was just average, he would start losing his place. In his mind, his plan was perfect.

What would happen?

To be continued.

Hi, this is Zakir from Dhaka city. Today, I am going to narrate how I had sex with my mother-in-law. She was a very conservative lady, but I finally blackmailed her into having sex with me.

The thing is that although I was married, I was not having a child with my wife. It’s because I did not put cum into her pussy at the end of every intercourse. I simply withdrew my dick and cum outside. This is why it had been longer than seven years after marriage, but I didn’t give her any children.

Actually, there were some incidents caused by them that made my student life quite long. I could not graduate on time because of them, because of my mother-in-law and her stupid decisions and actions.  I could not divorce my wife either.

Because the moment I decided to divorce, they would file a Police case against me and put me behind bars. So I kept my wife, but I was not giving her the child she was demanding. When she put a lot of pressure on me back in 2013, I made a plan.

I actually sent a proposal to my mother-in-law to have sex with me. I mean, to allow me to have sex with her. If she did that, I would impregnate her daughter, and she could be a grandmother at last. My mother-in-law, Lufunnissa, could not bear her daughter’s life to be ruined.

So, after much deliberation, she decided to have it with me. First, she rejected, but one week later, she agreed to do that. I was very much joyful when I came to know about that. She invited me to see her at her home when nobody would be around. On the particular date, I got there.

She opened the door. Previously, I told her that she must be in a salwar kameez so that she would look young. She was like 52 years old at that time, and I was 33. After putting on the salwar kameez, she looked like she was 35 years old. When I saw the red lipstick on her lips, my member stood up.

It was all ready to have sex with her. She said, “Come in,” and I started rubbing my cock. She said, “What’s the hurry? Come here into this room.” I followed her, and she said, “Would you like to eat something first?” I said, “No, I want to eat your lipstick.”

She locked the door to make it 100% secure. I also made sure that nobody was really around in her home at that time. Then I asked her, “Do you really allow me to do this to you, or are you going to make a scene? I am like your son, but the other day, a few months ago, I got a glimpse of your boob when the pallu was removed accidentally, and I saw the outline of your left boob over the blouse. I got aroused instantly. Since that moment, I have been craving for your body.”

Now she was calm and a little bit smiling. She said, “I know we shouldn’t be doing this. But you have made up your mind, and you are not going to impregnate my daughter if I don’t do this with you. That’s why I have decided to do this.”

I said, “Can I kiss you?” She said, “Come do it.” I hugged her and started kissing her. I was tasting her lipstick. After a while, I was kissing her cheeks, then I took her to bed. I was pressing her boobs one by one above the kameez. She was getting horny. Her breathing was getting heavier and faster.

I started to kiss her neck and shoulder. She said, “This is uncomfortable. Let us get comfortable first.” By saying this, she took off her kameez. She was in her bra now. I could see a little bit of hair on her armpit. I started kissing there. I put my hand inside the bra cup.

I was molesting her boobs, pressing her nipples. She was getting a little bit of pain, but at the same time, she was sexually totally aroused. I then got off the bed and got fully naked by undressing. At the same time, she took off her salwar, and she was only in her panties now.

I told her to take out the pants. She said you can do it yourself. So, I just used my hands to take off her panties and asked her to spread her legs. She did that. I took a clear look at her pussy. That was already moisturised. I started to finger fuck her a little bit, and after that, I started to suck on her pussy.

She firmly held my head, and she was screaming and enjoying. When she was fully wet, I was also fully ready in the cock, and I told her to guide my member through her pussy. She did that. I started to suck on her boobs. I rested on her body. After a while, I felt the urge to do the strokes.

First of all, I was slowly fucking her. She was also moaning. Then I increased the speed of strokes. I even had sex with her in the doggy position, the Cowgirl position, and finally in the missionary position. When I sensed that I was about to cum, she had cum twice in the meantime.

I asked her whether I could put the cum inside her pussy. She said no. I said okay, but I didn’t feel like putting the cum outside. So at the final blow, I put everything in her womb. She tried to push me away. but I kept insisting and pressed her below me. When it was over, she pushed me hard and got off.

She said, ” What did you just do?” I said, “Why are you worrying? You are 52 years old. Your menstrual cycle must have stopped, and you can even have a one-time pill.” Then she asked whether her daughter was going to have a baby now.

I said, “Definitely, but you have to continue this for another two months.  I will come every week, and you will have to satisfy me.”

I did that, and when the two months were over, I started putting my cum inside both her and her daughter. Her daughter became pregnant, and we finally had our first baby. This is how my mother-in-law sacrificed her chastity. I was happy, but I could not continue that for a long time.

When the baby was a few months old, my mother-in-law threatened that she would tell everything to her sons and get me arrested. So, I had to stop having sex with her, only with her daughter. Even her daughter does not give me enough sex nowadays.

So, I am looking for other ladies. If anyone in Dhaka or Bangladesh wants to give me a chance to satisfy them, don’t hesitate to get in touch with me at [email protected].

Hi Kush here, I’ve seen the comments to continue part 2. So, I’m continuing the story where it stopped.

Amma: Ajay, you have to listen to me. When Akash left me that letter, it rattled me. I grew up with rules, faith, and all those things drilled into me. So I tried to pass them on to you and your brother. But the way he wrote about my body, about me giving birth to him, it hit a nerve I didn’t even know I had.

Amma: I was furious. And honestly, scared too. The nerve of him—he knew it was wrong, sinful even. Still, the way he wrote, the things he dared to say. He didn’t stop there. He talked about your father and me, how we barely spent any time together.

Amma: Then he said he could step in, take his father’s place, and do it safely with pleasure, sharing. He wrote as in, during these lockdowns and COVID, we don’t know whether we will live or die. So instead of this fear of death, let me see that beautiful body of yours and savour it.

Amma: See your son’s wonderful dick, which has grown very long since you gave birth. Let’s give each other pleasure. Let the world call it sin or incest. But we will act as normal as mother and son outside, but like lovers when we are inside alone.

Amma: And with nothing else going on during those days, I couldn’t stop thinking about his words in my mind. They wouldn’t leave me alone. I thought that Akash was brought into this world through my sex with your father. I have full rights to his body.

Amma: And from my childhood, I had always lived under strict conditions. So, when my own blood approached me with such feelings, I let go of all my inhibitions. I decided then and there that I would be physical with my son in secret, maintaining our normal mother-son facade outside.

Amma: I then knocked on his bathroom door, giving my silent approval. So now, you’ve seen your brother and me. Yes, my dear, I agree to welcome you into this relationship too.

Akash: Amma, are you truly sure about this decision?

Amma: Yes, Akash. As the mother of both my sons, I carried you both in my stomach and fed milk from my breasts. Both of you are my creation, and my body belongs to both of you equally, just as yours belongs to me. We might have started this, but your little brother deserves my whole body equally.

Akash: Okay, Amma. As you say. Ajay, welcome to our secret, beautiful world.

The three of them sit on the sofa: Ajay, his mother Lata and brother Akash. Tension hangs thick, but excitement is beneath for Ajay. Lata was sweating, and her blouse was wet from earlier sweat.

Me: So, we’re doing this. All of us. But how? Dad’s back tonight.

Amma: (With a guilty smile) We wait. Like always. Your father works late grading papers. Akash and I sneak moments. Now, with you, the same rules. Secrecy first.

Akash: (Nods, eyes on Lata’s cleavage) Yeah, Ajay, and equal shares. I show you the ropes, Ajay. Mom’s pussy and ass are fire.

Amma (whispering): Ajay, you really want this? Your first time with me?

Me: Watched you two. Your ass up, Akash’s tongue buried in it. Yeah, Ma. I want in.

Akash stands and pulls Amma up gently.

Akash: Let’s seal it. Let’s quickly taste Mom before Dad comes home. Ajay, you can lose your virginity to Mom before Dad comes. Let’s move to the bedroom now, come both of you!

Everyone now moved to their parents’ room. My heart was racing very fast.

Amma: Are you ready to see your Amma’s naked body, Ajay? I’m old, but I tried maintaining the MILF figure, which most young people love. Every time, your brother Akash used to do the honours of removing my clothes. Now, you do the honour of removing your own mother’s clothes and see her MILF body.

Me: Yes, Amma, I used to see your navel in a saree and your big tits in the blouse. I’ve imagined sometimes how you look when you’re naked and feel that.

I strip her saree pallu slowly. She was wearing a cotton saree, revealing her navel with slight chubbiness in her stomach and her belly button. Uff, it was mind-blowing. Her full body has a whitish texture. Then Amma indicated that I remove her blouse where the clips were on the front.

Then I slowly touched her boobs and then started removing the blouse clip. And while removing her blouse, I observed my Amma’s cleavage and thought whether it was a dream. I’m seeing my Amma’s tits so close, and my Amma only asked me remove her clothes.

It was crazy. Then I opened full clips and removed her full blouse from her body. She was gorgeous, and her cleavage in her bra was so sexy. Then she ordered me to remove her petticoat. Within seconds, I held the petticoat and removed it, and it fell down.

Now my Amma was in just a bra and a petticoat. Her body was quite big, but with a proper MILF body. Akash started undressing himself. Then Amma asked me to undress. I removed my clothes and was in shorts, and my dick was already fully erect by then.

Then she came forward and placed her hand on my shorts and started rubbing my dick from the outside. Then asked me, “Do you like to see your Amma’s tits, which once fed you?”

I replied, saying, “Hell yes, Amma, I want to see my very own milk tanker which fed me and made me grow this big.

Then I removed her bra slowly and freed her titties. And there it is, my Amma’s hot tits, slightly sagging breasts with dark nipples. Then, without saying, I removed her panties as well. Now there’s my Amma with saggy tits and hairy bush, and wide hips.

Then she also removed my shorts, and my dick was out, welcoming into the incest relation.

Akash: Not bad, Akash, you also have a good size.

Me: No, bro, cannot give competition to your dick.

Amma: It can easily satisfy me, dear, don’t compare with your brother’s.

Me: Okay, Amma, shall we start now?

Amma: Yes, dear, come to bed.

Then Amma slept on the bed. I jumped on her and started kissing her face and lips like a hungry animal. It was my first time kissing, with so much lust. My Amma didn’t say anything and saw everything that I’m going to do. Then I licked every part of her body, face, ear, neck, shoulders, hands, and armpits.

It was so sweaty with no hair, slightly dark. I licked it till I was satisfied. Then went to the stomach, the navel, the belly button. I played, licked, ate, kissed. I did everything that day. Akash was smiling at the side who had sat on the other end of the bed, watching my doings to Amma.

Because he knew, since it was my first time, I was feeling very lusty, so both Amma and Akash were being spectators and were seeing me. I went to her pussy and directly started eating like a hungry animal. I was spreading, inserting my tongue inside the pussy, putting fingers inside, and spitting inside the hole.

I licked for around 5 minutes and then lifted Amma’s legs to access her asshole, which was dark on the side. First, I just smelled, and the smell was so pungent, and that was an awesome feeling. First time seeing the asshole of another person so close.

For god’s sake, it was my own Amma’s pooping hole. It was already eaten a few hours back by my brother. It was wet from his eating, and there was sweat at the asshole as well. I initially felt dirty, then my Mom asked me to taste her asshole. Then I felt like trying and did the lick and tasted it.

Uff, it was a very sexy feeling eating her, imagining the Mom shitting. The smell of her asshole when licked and smelled deeply of shit. Then my Mom spread her asshole and asked me eat well. She asked me to insert my tongue deeply and lick.

I did what she asked and did what Akash was doing when I was looking in the window just hours back. It was a truly mind-blowing act where your mother spreads her asshole and asks her son to eat it.

Then Amma told me, “Let me suck your dick for some time. Let it lubricate with my mouth before we start you to lose your virginity.” Then she took my cock into her mouth for the first time. Uff, you can’t express that wonderful feeling to anyone.

The mother is taking her son’s dick and licking and eating it like a lollipop. She has become an expert in giving blowjob. My Mom did this to Akash every day. I was moaning in pleasure when my Amma suddenly took the entire dick into her throat. She choked with her saliva all over my cock.

Then, after 3 minutes, I told her I’m getting cum, then she suddenly stopped giving me a blowjob.

Then Amma told, “Ajay, it’s time for the next chapter and an important chapter. You’ll now enter inside me, the very same place you once came out in one piece. I felt pain when you came, but now it’ll be pleasurable. Ajay, dear, let’s consummate and make this relationship grow more deeply.”

Saying this, my Amma lay on the bed and spread her legs and asked me to enter her. Then I came near her in missionary position. My Amma only took my dick and rubbed my dick on to her pussy and then in one go pushed inside her.

Ah, it was wet and hot inside her. I felt very different. I’ve now entered my birthplace. Amma asked me to move back and forth with each thrust into her slowly. She taught me very well in the initial sex itself. I followed her instructions like a good son and fucked her gently.

I started at a little pace, where I fuck her hard. There was a sound that used to come when my balls and legs used to hit her ass. It was so unbelievable. I was fucking Amma with my brother, seeing our act, rubbing his dick. I used to suck both her tits while I fuck her.

My Amma asked me control myself from cumming and told me to last long. After 5 minutes of fucking in missionary, my Amma took over. She sat on my dick in cowgirl position and started jumping on me. The image of Amma jumping with no guilt and regrets on my dick.

She was riding me like a horse, her big ass on my thighs, my Amma was an expert in every position. I was literally happily lying on the bed and getting all the main action from Amma. Then Amma came forward and asked me to ram her hard. Then I did as she asked and rammed her for 2 minutes.

Akash replied to me, saying, “Ajay, you are doing very well for the first time. Great going, keep going till you are satisfied with Amma.” Listening to this, I increased ramming for 2 minutes, and I slowed down due to fatigue. Then Mom took action and fucked me.

I then asked, “Amma, I’m feeling like cumming. Can I do it inside, please?” Amma replied, saying, “I’m currently ovulating, and I may get pregnant. But since it’s your first time, I agree you can come inside. Akash, go and get the emergency pill from your cupboard.”

I replied, “Thanks, Amma,” and, saying this, I grunted and cum totally inside her.  Then my Amma took off her pants and cleaned my mess. We separated, and I was satisfied and exhausted from the amazing incest sex with Amma.

Who could have imagined the morning that I would see my Amma and brother naked? Amma is fully naked, doing things no son should do, then I get to do the same with Amma. I lost my virginity to my mother.

Oh my God, the incest with mother, the feeling is very different. The same person who had fed me milk from her breast once is now giving them to suckle for pleasure.

Me: Akash, you’re a god, bro. Seriously. How did you get the courage, such guts and confidence to approach Amma to have sex with her? She was always so disciplined, so caring, the perfect, loving mother. I still can’t remove from my mind the fact that I just had sex with my own mother.

Me: When I came home from the hostel yesterday, I thought it was just going to be another normal break. I never imagined that the next morning, such a massive surprise, incredible pleasure would be looking for me. I’m getting to see my Amma totally naked, and even I get to enjoy that body.

Akash: (Sitting back with a composed yet victorious expression on his face) Ajay, it had nothing to do with confidence. Desperation was the main factor. For years, I had been observing her as she moved through space as this ‘perfect’ woman, while I was raging with lust. And I’ve come to the realisation that, despite all these rules and prayers, she is just a woman with flesh and blood. God’s sake, she was as lonely as I was when I took a chance with that letter in that lockdown.

Amma: (Smoothing her hair, her eyes still soft from the encounter) It’s because we are of the same blood, Ajay. That’s the reason the confidence was there. A mother and son know each other better than anyone else ever. Don’t need to be shocked, Ajay, anymore. This is our reality now. This is how we love each other in this house.

Akash: Exactly. And don’t worry, Ajay. This was just your start. Now that you’ve tasted her, you’ll realise that no other woman in the world will even come close to her. You’re one of us now. We share her, we protect her, and we’ll keep this secret until the day we die.

Author’s Note: The series I will be narrating is a long one. It involves multiple levels of sexual pleasure. It starts with how I went from being a shy and resistant person to an exhibitionist. One thing I learned in this process is that women like it slow and with dynamic foreplay.

I have been a reader of ISS and took inspiration from stories to try them myself, which I will be narrating as I go on. All I request is a little patience.

*****

Hi everyone. I am Vimal, aged 29, basically from Tamil Nadu but living in Mumbai for work. I am about 5’10” and have an athletic build. I am fair, work out, and play daily.

The heroine of this story is Kavya (name changed, of course). She is from Pune and is the most beautiful girl I have met to date. Her dressing is very modern and makes any man look at her with hunger to fuck her.

She has a cute smile and could give many Tamil actresses a run for their money. She is slightly short, but she looks a lot like Shraddha Srinath. I don’t want to disclose her size, but she has a perfect body with a cute tummy.

In this series, I will tell you how I went so slow with my girl that her hunger for sex made her break all her chains and come to me.

Now, coming to the story.

Like everyone, I too got attracted to her, but I am a very shy and underconfident person when it comes to girls, so I did not allow any feelings to develop. I knew she was way out of my league, so I looked at her as just another girl and interacted with her with friendly intentions.

After knowing her for about two years, I first invited her to Mumbai during a festival, and we had a good time. We slept together in the same bed, but I maintained my distance like a good friend. This made her feel safe with me.

Seeing her being comfortable with me, I made my plan.

I asked her for a seven-day road trip covering Pune, Mangalore, Coorg, and Bangalore. I plan my trips well.

I am an avid traveler, mostly preferring road trips. I have a Jeep Compass, which I use for long-distance drive, and stay at only 4-star or 5-star hotels.

During the first few days, we had a great time; again, I maintained my distance. I wanted to be sure before making my first move.

On the sixth day, we were at Coorg in a 200-acre coffee estate. Kavya immediately fell in love with the place. I had reserved a private suite (which cost me 10k for a night) and brought special Amrut Fusion whisky to celebrate the night.

Until then, we were enjoying ourselves as perfect friends, sleeping on separate beds and not touching with bad intentions, etc. That night changed everything for me.

After having four pegs, I invited her for a game of Uno, and the loser had to tell a secret. She was hesitating initially, but I let alcohol do the trick, and after two more pegs, she gave in.

I lost the first game and told her mine. I was a virgin until then (a 28-year-old virgin, which made her laugh). The next game she lost and told her love story and her breakup, which happened in her college days.

While narrating the story, she kept her legs on my lap in a teasing way. I gave her a small massage, and she liked it very much.

Next, we discussed sexual topics and went for a walk at 3 am. She asked me to pick her up and walk back to the room. As I picked her up, I got a boner, and she felt it.

I took her all the way back to our room, placed her on the bed, and we cuddled. I put my hand inside her top and could feel her bra, but just caressed her navel.

I could feel her breathing while feeling the softness of her skin. She was making me go mad. I did not kiss her. I knew she wanted it. Both of us wanted it. But I held on, and it was a fight of who would give in first.

With that, the desire was just exploding. But she controlled herself, and I wanted to test her desire and control. Also, I am someone who feels I should not force a girl at any cost. So we slept off.

The next day, I felt her being more comfortable with me. I knew today was my day. As we settled in for the night, we drank to celebrate the end of the trip and danced like crazy for some songs.

We went to bed and then cuddled just like yesterday. During this, I purposefully let my hot breath hit her neck. I knew she gets aroused by that.

At once, our faces were so close. We were looking into each other’s eyes. Again, nobody wanted to give in.

I knew this was the last day and asked her, “Can I kiss you?”

She was waiting for something from me. (So, being such a beautiful girl, there has always been so much attention from boys, and she got what she wanted very easily. If a boy was trying to hit on her, he did not wait so long for a kiss. It was different for her. There was someone testing her patience.)

She did not say yes but kissed me.

We kissed for maybe an hour. The longing and hunger of seven days were in that kiss. I hugged her tightly, feeling her breasts press against my chest until she screamed with pain.

I released her and pressed her breasts over her top, removing it in a second. I then kept my palms over her breasts over her pink bra and gave them a tight squeeze.

She asked me with her eyes, “Do you want them?”

I was like, “Hell yeah.”

I saw them for the first time in my life, having fantasized about how they would look for 2 years. Not too big or too small – just the right size with the right-sized areolas of a brownish-pink color.

I brought all that hunger at once to her boobs. I sucked on them like a baby, pulled them using my lips, and gave small, sharp bites using my teeth.

She was moaning and arching her back, pushing her breasts into my mouth. I took her left breast in my mouth and the right in my hands. I mauled her boobs and tried to take them completely inside my mouth.

Then, I used my teeth to do something with her nipples (not biting), which made her go mad. She was surprised and asked, “Where did you learn that?”

Frankly, I don’t know why I did it; it just came naturally. I knew she wanted more.

I removed her skirt and saw her fully wet panties. It was her turn now. She came on top of me, made me naked, and took my dick in her mouth. It was the best feeling I had.

She sucked my balls like a pro. I finally experienced heaven on earth as she sucked my dick like a lollipop, and I came in her mouth. She drank it all with her eyes full of lust, begging me to make passionate love to her.

Now, I knew she was ready. She wanted me inside her. I went on top of her, pulling her thighs to me, and went down on her pussy, throwing away her panties. I was mesmerized, looking at a clean, waxed clit with no hair, ready to be eaten.

I first went to lick around her clit, circling as I could taste the dripping juices from her pussy. I then poured honey and let my tongue deep inside her pussy, drinking all the juices. She was moaning and suffocating me by pushing her pussy towards my face. I pinned her to the bed, holding both her hands above her head using one of my hands. I rubbed the tip of my dick on her clit.

She gasped and begged me to enter her. Since she was very tight because of no sex for 6 years, I went in very slowly. She guided me by twisting and moving her hips, and I kissed her as she cried in pain. But she wanted me inside her and kept guiding me.

I saw multiple expressions on her face. Once I was fully in, I could see her eyes full of tears. My dick, being wider, stretched her, and she pleaded with me to stay inside her and not move.

I knew what I had to do. So I slowly started my in-and-out movement, taking only half my dick’s length, and I could see she was enjoying it. I slowly increased my pace and could feel her vaginal wall getting relaxed and accommodating my dick.

Then, I started going full on (full out and in movements). She was experiencing the opening and shutting of her pussy. Then, I did fast-paced, harder movements.

She started moaning and telling me, “Harder, go harder.”

I got so much energy to ram her pussy so fast. I increased my pace so much that my thighs and knees were aching. I started to come and asked her if I needed to pull out. She wanted everything I had. So I came inside her.

As we lay beside each other, I was playing with her nipples. In no time, they became hard, and I took the lead this time. We made love this time in doggy style. I started with her ass this time and slowly put my hands and raised her to a doggy position.

She was nudging me to enter her. I licked her pussy clean and put my dick inside. I made her arch her back by pulling her hair and started pounding her. With the other hand, I was squeezing her boobs and pinching the nipples.

She was going through a roller coaster as she moaned to my tempo. I went deep in her pussy while pinching her nipple and pulling her hair. She was moaning with all the pain and asking for more, with the juices dripping on my thighs, combined with our salty sweat. I came inside her and collapsed on her.

We both slept naked that night. The next day, I dropped her off at the Bangalore airport and told her about the plan for our next trip to Mysuru. She did not want to part ways with me but decided to meet very soon.

*****

That is the end of this part. Hope you liked the story.

In the upcoming parts, I will narrate how I fulfilled my fantasies like sex on the highway, exposing myself to bikers and truck drivers, fucking on an empty beach at night, fucking with curtains open in a room so outsiders can see, and swapping with my best friend and his girlfriend, etc. So, stay tuned.

Interested girls from Mumbai or Pune wanting to join me on my trips may contact me using [email protected]. I can assure you of complete confidentiality.

Please send your feedback about the story to the same email ID.

Raghu did not try to initiate anything that night. He was pretty worn out after the session that afternoon, and he didn’t want to push things too fast. He understood his mother was a horny woman with a high sex drive. She loved to have regular sex, given the chance. All she needed was the right push.

Raghu woke up the next morning and had to rush to college. He had very little attendance, and he didn’t want to face the wrath of his grandfather if he failed. He went to his mother in the kitchen, and he asked her to give him a blowjob as he pulled out his dick.

Manju refused and said what happened yesterday was a one-time thing and cannot be repeated. He left as he was already in a rush and could hear his grandfather’s bedroom door open.

He had a hard time concentrating in college. His Mom completely occupied his mind. The thought of fucking her again when he got back home gave him a big boner. He imagined the different positions he would be fucking her today. What it would feel like embracing her smooth, naked body.

Manju, too, was having a hard time. The image of her son’s hard cock from the morning was still stuck in her head. Refusing him wasn’t easy. Once her father left for work, she spent most of the day finger fucking her wet pussy. The thoughts of joy she experienced with her son’s huge prick.

Every time she climaxed, she told herself the fuck session the day before had been a one-time thing. She would not be the kind of mother who opened her legs whenever her son demanded, but she found herself rubbing her clit every hour to the thought of getting fucked by her son.

She finished her daily chores and prepared lunch. It was 2 PM. Manju and her Mom were in the middle of lunch when the main door opened, and Raghu walked in. She could see his massive hardon visible as he came in. Raghu came in and sat next to her.

She could see him glancing at her tits whenever her Mom was not looking. Raghu’s grandma was sitting opposite, so she could not see what he was doing. Raghu slowly placed his hand on his mother’s thighs and started to pull her saree up. Manju was scared out of her mind.

She looked at her Mom, who was still eating her food, unaware of what her grandson was up to. Manju looked angrily at her son for a second and tried to move his hand away without attracting her mother’s attention. Raghu did not move his hand.

He pulled his Mom’s saree and petticoat all the way to her thighs and placed his hand on her soft thigh. Manju could feel her loins moistening as her son kneaded and squeezed her thigh. She could feel his hands moving to her inner thigh. She was starting to feel horny again, and the slut in her started to come out.

All the feelings of guilt and shame she felt the whole day started to vanish. Raghu ran his middle finger on his mother’s pussy. He moved the finger briskly in and out. Her pussy was very warm and swollen, and it started to drip. Raghu pushed two of his fingers inside.

He started to jack off his mother in front of his grandmother. Manju blushed with shame but slowly moved her legs wider, giving her son more access. Raghu smiled and brought his thumb to the dark pink bud protruding from his mother’s pussy. He started to rub her clit vigorously.

Manju could feel cum welling up deep inside her. She could feel her nipples and her asshole tingle. Raghu suddenly removed his hand. Manju’s Mom finished eating her lunch and was about to get up. Manju adjusted her saree and started to eat her lunch.

The grandmother stood up and turned to wash her hands. Raghu squeezed his Mom’s tits as he winked and went to the bathroom to wash up. By the time Raghu washed up and came out of the bathroom, his Mom was in the kitchen cleaning vessels.

His grandmother was in the hall talking on the landline with her sister. Raghu went into the kitchen. Manju was standing in the corner with a scared look on her face. Raghu said silently as he slid his pants off, “Get down on your knees, Mom”

Manju: “Please, beta, let’s not do this again.”

Raghu could tell her mouth was saying it, but her body felt different about it. Her erect nipples were a dead giveaway. He came close to her and placed one hand on her ass and another on her tit. She did not move away or push him away.

Her son’s pulsating cock was making her clit spasm; the thought of it inside her again was making her pussy wet.

Raghu: “Must we do this every time, Maa? We both know how much you enjoyed it last time.”

He slid his hand inside her blouse; she was not wearing a bra. He started to squeeze her massive tits as he thrust his tongue into his mother’s mouth, squeezing her ass with his other hand. Manju was returning his kiss. Her tongue plunged into his mouth.

Their tongues met each other, crawling like two snakes against each other. Soon, they were in an embrace. Manju held her son back as his thick, long rod lay on top of her stomach. They both moaned in pleasure. They both could feel the love-making organ between them vibrate.

He was about to push his Mom down and insert his dick in her mouth like yesterday. His grandmother yelled for him from the hall. Frustrated, he pulled his pants up and went to the hall. She asked him to book an Uber for her as she was going to her sister’s house.

Raghu was delighted. It was 2:30, and his grandfather wouldn’t be home for a few hours. That would leave him alone with his Mom. He walked his grandmother to the cab. He waited as she got in. She said she was going to come back late at night. He waved her goodbye and waited till the cab left. theirlane.

He ran back to his house. His mother was waiting for him near the entrance of their bedroom. There was no expression on her face. He closed the door and turned to see his mother going into their bedroom. He followed her in, stripping his clothes on the way.

He was completely naked by the time he was in the bedroom. Manju looked at the fit figure of her son; his erect penis looked like the muscular tail of a Jaguar. He was any girl’s dream.

As he came close, she said, “Please, beta, you don’t have to do this. Please wait for a year. You will finish your education, and we will get you married immediately.”

Raghu smiled as he dropped his mother’s pallu. As he started to revolve around her and remove the rest of her saree, he said, “Oh, Mom. It’s not like I haven’t fucked girls before. I have torn a lot of pussies in my college.”

He dropped her saree and was now undoing her petticoat thread “Girls my age can’t take the size of my dick. That is why I love older ladies’ pussy so much. They are used to talking dicks.”

He undid her petticoat. Manju was now naked from the waist down. Raghu caressed her naked ass and gave it a tight spank. He then proceeded to remove her blouse “Also, I wouldn’t replace your pussy for any other pussy, maa. There is nothing more erotic in the world than fucking your own mother.”

He took off her blouse; both the mother and son were now naked. Manju was now looking at both their bodies in the mirror. She knew she was going to do what he wanted her to do. She lost all control the minute he placed his hand on her thigh during lunch.

She told herself she was going to have fun today and would figure out a way of stopping this the next time. Raghu turned on the lights. He moved the mirror in the morning before he left so he could watch himself fuck his Mom. He pulled her close and started to kiss her again.

They were now in a naked embrace, kissing each other, mauling each other’s lips like lovers. Raghu moved her hand on his dick. Manju immediately started to jerk off her son’s cock vigorously. She switched to his ball sack and started to caress it.

Her soft hands on his sack skin made Raghu squirm with pleasure. He continued to kiss his Mom in a blissful lust; his one hand was on her naked ass and was squeezing her tits.

Raghu dropped on the bed, lay on his back, folding his hands behind his head, he said, “lick my dick, maa and give that lovely pussy, I can smell the aroma from here”

Shamefully, hornily, the mother then did as her son asked. She placed one leg next to his face. Then lifted her second leg and placed it on the other side, making sure her clit was right above her son’s face. She then slowly crawled down, crushing her big tits on his stomach.

She groaned as she stared at her son’s mammoth dick pulsating in front of her. She pulled the foreskin and could see the knob glistening with pre-cum. The smell from it made her pussy quiver. She could hear the rain getting louder and feel her son embracing her back.

She pressed her lips on top of his cock. She closed her eyes and started sucking, concentrating on the taste and sensation of his cock. Meanwhile, Raghu shuddered with pleasure; he was enjoying her nakedness. The feel of her skin on his, he was caressing her back with both his hands.

He slowly pulled his right hand up and parted her ass cheeks. He placed his face between her thighs, facing her wet, fragrant pussy. He pressed his mouth to her wet, swollen pussy. He squeezed her right ass cheek with one hand, digging his finer nails into her fleshy buttock.

He thrust his tongue, pushing it deep inside her pussy hole. Manju wriggled her ass and moaned deeply. She showed her appreciation by sucking her son’s dick with more vigour. Raghu started licking and sluicing his tongue up and down between the pink folds of his mother’s pussy slit.

Manju shuddered and moaned deeply when Raghu touched his tongue to the sensitive clit nubbin.

Manju: “Oh, Raghu! That feels so good, beta… maa likes getting her clit licked and sucked…Raghu lick it beta lick your maa.”

Both the mother and son were soon enjoying each other’s genitals in a naked embrace. Manju felt like a complete whore now, willing to do absolutely anything for Raghu as long as he let her suck his cock. Raghu was licking and lapping his mother’s pussy and her inner thighs like a dog.

He was about to dig his finger deep inside her ass hole when they heard a blast from outside. It was the transformer, and they lost electricity immediately.

Manju stopped sucking and looked for the cause of the noise like a dog that was interrupted while eating its food. Raghu dug his finger deep inside her shit hole.

Raghu: “Stop getting distracted, you bitch. Suck my dick, you pussy. Do you like this, you pussy, do you like finger up your bum! I bet you take it up your ass too, huh?”

He kept fingering her ass as Manju started sucking her son’s cock. She felt completely shameless now. Her son’s disgusting words were turning on her. Raghu was now rubbing her clit with his thumb while he finger fucked her asshole.

They both knew they were about to cum, Raghu increased his finger strokes and started to lap her pussy like a dog drinking water. Manju squealed and started to suck his cock, She could feel her walls getting ready to explode, and it happened at once.

Raghu shot a tremendous shower of spunk out of his cockhead into his mother’s throat. Manju felt the cum fall on her tongue and go down her tonsils as she herself gave her child a mouthful of pussy juice to lick and suck up. They kept sucking and jacking each other, helping each other through the orgasm.

Manju fell on the bed. She felt completely shameless now, unable to control herself the minute her son touched her and letting him suck and fuck her. If she’d gone this far with him, she might as well go the rest of the way. It had been a long, long time since she’d felt a prick in her little shitter.

Manju sat up straight next to Raghu’s thighs, catching her breath as they were both sweating profusely now,

She said, watching her son’s dick, which was still erect, “You are a dirty boy, beta, you made your mother your bitch. Is this something you fantasise about, beta, fucking your mother like a dog while she is on all fours?”

Raghu smiled and caressed his Mom’s naked tits. Manju rubbed his inner thighs and said, “I bet you fantasise about fucking your maa in the ass, don’t you, beta? Is that where you want to put this next?”

Raghu’s dick vibrated with Manju’s touch and her words. Raghu has never had the chance to fuck anyone in the ass before. His first time would be when his mother made his dick throb harder than ever.

Manju said as she watched her son get up with anticipation, “You’d better get some lotion from the bathroom then. Seeing as you will never get over your sick desire to fuck your mother unless I let you fuck my asshole too.”

Raghu disappeared into the bathroom. Manju grabbed a pillow and thrust it under her belly. She felt completely ashamed of herself, letting her own son fuck her in the ass. She decided she is going to go all the way and find a way to fix things tomorrow.

She shamefully gripped her ass globes, spreading them wide, revealing her shit hole to her only son. Raghu came in with lotion and found his Mom in a doggie position on two pillows and her hand spreading her ass cheeks. He smiled to himself and was about to jump on the bed.

Manju said, “Open the windows, beta, and make sure the curtains are closed in case someone sees, let some cold air in.” Raghu obeyed; he opened the windows and let the curtains down, and cold air hit him. Their walls were high; there was no way anyone could see him.

It was raining hard; Raghu enjoyed the view for a moment and then joined his mother on the bed. Manju heard him moving behind her, uncapping the lotion jar. She whimpered as her boy started pasting the lube liberally all over her little shitter.

“Stick your fingers in, beta. Get Mommy’s little asshole nice and juicy.”

Raghu did as his mother asked, straightening his fingers, thrusting them into her asshole. Manju groaned. She heard a new sound behind her as her son basted his huge cock liberally with lotion.

“That’s enough, Raghu. Time to fuck Mommy’s asshole now, honey. Hurry, honey, give Mommy’s asshole a good, hard ass fucking!”

Raghu mounted his naked mother, aiming his swollen cock tip at her little shit hole. Manju gasped with intense pleasure. Manju bit her lip, suppressing the slight pain she felt as her asshole stretched to accommodate his cock.

Then she started humping, wiggling at the same time, trying to help her son stuff every inch of his fuck pole into her narrow ass.

“Fuck your maa, fuck Ma’s little asshole!” she pleaded.

Manju released her buns, no longer needing to hold them open. She thrust her hand under her belly and started finger fucking, rubbing her clit as hard as she could.

“Maa needs ass-fucking, Raghu!” she panted. “Deeper, baby, really ram it in now! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, fuck my asshole as deep as you can!”

Raghu grunted as he heaved on top of her, forcing his immense cock deeper and deeper into her asshole. Then it was all the way inside her, buried to the balls, his huge prick pulsating. It soaked in the indescribable tightness of her shit tunnel.

He felt bliss as cold air blew in from outside. It was raining heavily, cold air kept blowing in from the window outside, and it blew the curtain away. They could look directly into the garden. Raghu looked at himself fucking his mother in the mirror.

He could see his mother with her eyes closed, biting her lips with pleasure. Her perfect boobs were swinging. Manju started humping harder, moaning and crying as she shamefully fucked her stretched, tingling asshole onto his cock. Raghu pulled out slowly, then rammed his prick back into her bowels.

Then he settled into a hard, fast rhythm, slamming his prick in and out of his mother’s horny little shitter. Manju could feel her son’s fuck organ swell inside her; she could sense he would soon be blasting her bowels with a load.

“Fuck my asshole beta!! Fuck your maa’s tiny little ass hole. Ahh beta!!! You are fucking me so good, you like it too, na beta? I can see your expression in the mirror as you stab your sword in!!! Is that why you kept moving the mirror there, beta? Do you like it, beta? Do you like looking at yourself fuck your own mother in the ass? You dirty little boy”

The orgasm burst suddenly deep inside her, making her pussy clench her fingers. Her asshole gripped and milked around Raghu’s hammering cock. Manju shrieked with shameful pleasure, rubbing her clit with force and pinched her own nipples as she climaxed.

Raghu collapsed on top of her, ramming his cock all the way to the hilt of her bowels. He could feel his cum coming out and falling on his balls. He was spent, he placed his hand on her tits and said “You are the best fuck of my life, maa.”

Manju felt completely ashamed of herself. She decided she had to do something about Raghu’s craving to fuck her. She’d make him see a counsellor. But she worried what the world would think if the word got around. She thought it best to contact Aunt Raji.

Even if she found out what happened here, it would be within the family. Raji was a famous psychologist after all. She had the record among the psychologists for the most referrals from boys’ schools. Her article even came in the paper.

What Manju didn’t know was that Raji was a world-class slut.

To be continued.

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Yeah kahani mere office ki ek ladki Komal aur uske college ki dost Kajal ki hai. Hum ek car ke showroom mein kaam kiya karte the. Maine boss ko kehkar hi office mein kuch young sales girl ko rakhne ki sifarish ki thi.

Boss ko meri baat achi lagi aur humne 2 ladkiyan hire karne ki soche hai. Pehle jo ladki ayi thi woh umar mein thodi badi thi woh thi Komal. uski umar 23 saal thi. Par woh dekhne mein kaafi sundar thi.

Uska gora badan aur uske madak jism ko dekh baaki office ke saare staff ki haalat kharab ho rahi thi. Saabki raaton ki neend haram ho rakhi thi.

Wahan saare male staff bachlor hi the, sirf ek Kamlesh bhaiya the jinki 1 saal pehle saadi huyi thi. Kehne ko toh woh bhi 28 saal ke hi the. Par hum aksar unhe chidhane ke liye uncle kehte. Unki shaadi jo ho gayi thi. Komal ko dekhne ke bahane saare log aksar overtime karte the.

Komal car ki test drive ke liye bhi customer ke saath jaati thi. Dekhte dekhte 6 mahine par ho gaye

Boss meri iss idea se kaafi kush the, kyunki sales badh gayi thi, woh mujhe ek aur ladki hire karne ko kehte. Komal ka selection maine hi kiya tha. Woh mere ek dost ki behen thi. Toh meri acchi baat hone lagi thi usse.

Hamare office mein 4 gents the aur Komal sirf ek ladki thi. Maine Komal ko hi kaha ki ek aur ladki hire karni hai.

Komal – Haan Rajeev sir, kyun nahi meri ek dost hai jo Delhi mein mere saath padhti thi. Maine usse bataya tha. Woh bhi yahan join karna chahti hai.

Aur aisa kehkar woh Kajal ki photo mujhe dikhati hai. Uski dost Kajal toh aur jyada tanaka maal thi. Woh usse 2 saal chotti thi, Komal uski senior thi college mein.

Uski photo dekhkar hi mera lund khada ho jaata hai. Aur Komal ki nazar uspar pad jaati hai. Woh muskurane lagti hai. Aur wahan se chali jaati hai. Main bhi sakpaka kar wahan se chala jaata hoon.

Main usse interview ke liye bulane ko kehta hoon, par woh ek mahine baad ka time mangti hai. Ek din Komal bagal mein bethi hoti hai, aur landline par baat kar rahi thi. Achanak usse boss bula lete hai, aur woh apna mobile wahin bhul jaati hai. Uska whatshaap khula tha. Aur usi waqt usse ek photo koi bhejta hai.

Woh photo dekh toh mere saans hi ruk si jaati hai. Usme main kya dekhta hoon ki Komal sirf pink bikini mein pool ke kinare kadhi hai, aur uske haath kiski admin ke saar par hai, woh admii mazze se usse apne bahoon mein jakde hue hai.

Main yeh dekh hi raha tha ki ek message aata hai, ki, “Jaanu aaj ka kya plan hai?” Maine uska mobile rakha hi tha ki Komal aa jaati hai. Sayad usne mujhe uska mobile use karte dekh liya tha. Main anjan banne ki acting karne lagta hoon.

Isse pehle ki woh kuch kehti main puch leta hoon.

Main – Komal boss ne kyun bulaya tha. Kuch special hai kya?

Komal – Actually, kya chupana meri Shaadi tai ho gayi hai. Aur 2 mahine baad meri engagement hai. Wohi boss ko chutti ke liye bola tha toh boss ne bulaaya tha.

Mujhe ab samaj aya yeah uske boyfriend ki photo hogi uske saath masti kar rahi hogi. Mujhe uske boyfriend se jalan hone lagi kya mast item mili hai usse.

Komal ki yeah baat sun sabka mun sukh jaata hai, ab itni mast maal ki shaadi ho jayegi. Par hum saab maan markar usse congrats karte hain. Par woh sabka udaas chehra notice kar leti hai.

Komal – Kya hogaya tumlog kush nahi ho kya meri shaadi ki khabar sunkar.

Main – Are kuch nahi tum chali jayogi na toh saab udas ho gaye sunkar.

Komal – Kisne kaha itni achi job chod kar kaun jaata hai. Bas Shaadi, phir honeymoon aur phir wapas aa jayungi aur kya.

Us din shaam ko office ke baad chai ki tapri par Rohan mera office collegue mujhse pucha hai,

Rohan – yaar Komal ki woh photo mast thi na. Kya dikh rahi thi yaar us bikini mein, maine chupke se uski photo le li jaab tum dekh rahe the.

Aur aisa kehkar woh mujhe woh photo dikhata hai.

Main – Haan na rohan yaar hum toh itne din se laar tapkate reh gaye aur dekho yeh ab shaadi kar raha hai usse. Kitna mazza kiya hoga yaar isne.

Rohan – Sach kaha hamari rasmalai yeh kha raha hai.

Main – Haan mazze hai iske, nayi car bhi dila di hai usse. Abhi se paise loota raha hai. Kismat ho toh aisi.

Hum baat kar hi rahe the ki Komal apni car lekar atti hai, aur hume lift ke liye puchti hai.

Main – Kya baat hai pati bana nahi nayi car bhi gift kardi.

Komal – Kaun pati, maine apne paise se li hai.

Rohan – Waah itne dino se hum toh na kharid paye, lagta hai kuber ka khajana laga hai.

Ab hum kahan usse manna karte. Humdono car mein beth jaate hain. Main piche ki seat par tha aur rohan age betha ha.

Rohan – Yaar tumne toh apni shaadi ki khabar aise sukka sukka bata diya, photo bhi nahi dikhaya. Aise thodi hota hai. Kuch party sharty toh honni chahiye.

Komal – Haan hoga na, par main kaal ghar ja rahi hoon, akar karte hain na party. Yeh log photo, ladka business men hai. Electronics ka hi kaam hai unka.

Rohan – Kya baat hai, lamba haath mara hai tumne toh.

Aur aisa kehkar woh phone mein mujhe apne hone wale paati ki photo dikhati hai. Par jaise hi hi woh photo dekhta hai, uske mune se nikalta hai, yeah toh koi aur hai

Komal – Kya kaun aur hai.

Rohan – Matlab yeah dekha dekha lag raha hai.

Aur aisa kehkar woh phone mujhe de deta hai, phone mein jo photo Komal dikhati hai woh koi aur tha. Woh aaj subah wali bikini mein jo Komal ke saath tha woh aur yeah dono alag the.

Rohan isare se mujhe phir se subah wali photo dekhne ko kehta hai. Aur taab main dobara se yeah photo dekhta hoon, toh mujhe woh admi kuch jana pehchana lagta hai. Subah toh ek jhalak hi dekha tha maine, woh bhi bikini mein Komal ko dekh meri saans hi atak si gayi thi.

Komal hamein flat par utar kar ghar chali jaati hai. Rohan aur main ab baaten karte hue ghar jaane lagte hain.

Main – Yaar Rohan, matlab yeah banda alag hai photo wala. Isse maine kahin dekha hai.

Ab rohan bhi usski photo dekhta hai, aur pehchan jaata hai. Woh kai baar usse bahar car mein dekh cukka tha office ke bahar. Ab humen saak hone lagta hai, ki kahin na kahin yeah Komal ka boyfriend hi hai, jo roz usse office ke bahar milta hai.

Rohan – Dekh rahe ho na ajkal ki ladkiyon ko shaadi tay ho gayi par ab bhi boyfriend ko ghuma rahi hai. Komal aisi niklegi mujhe yakin nahi ho raha.

Main – Haan na yaar meri dost ki behen aisa kearegi yeh nahi socha tha. Par ajkal toh common hai.

Agli subah hum office janne lagte hain, aur main apni bike le leta hoon, bank hokar office jo jaan tha. Rohan bhi saath hota hai, aur tabhi bank se gujarte waqt humme woh admin phir dikhta, aur hum kya dekhte hai, Komal bhi saath hotti hai.

Rohan – Accha ji dekho kaise jhoot bolkar office se chutti li aur yahan boyfriend ke saath ghum rahi hai. Rajeev yaar dekho toh yeah kahan ja rahe hain

Aur phir hum kya dekhte hain, woh ek hotel mein chale jaate hain. Ab toh humen Komal ke baare mein jaane ki aur tadap hone lagti hai. Rohan ab saab kuch jaane mein jut jaata hai.

Rohan ab Komal ki flatmate ke boyfreind ko jaanta tha, woh bhi aksar chai ki tapri par atta jaata rehta, woh usse Komal ke baare mein puchne ko kehta hai apne girlfreind se.

Ab agle din ka itezar tha, aur Komal ki flatmate se jo pata chalta hai woh sunkar hum dang reh jaate hai. Komal ke yeah akela boyfriend nahi tha, woh do logon ko ek saath date kar rahi thi.

Uski roommate batati hai, ki kai baar raat toh Komal aur uske boyfreind wahin unke flat par bhi rukte the. Aur woh yeah bhi batati hai Komal acchi ladki nahi hai. Na jaane woh aisa kyun kehti hai.

Ab hum Komal ke roommate se milna chahte the, toh rohan uske dost ko Komal ke roommate jiska naam Nisha tha usse phone karta hai, aur Komal ke baare men puchta hai, woh milne ke liye usse bulata hai, toh woh humsab ko hi room par bula leti hai.

Komal ne usse kaha tha ki woh 3 din nahi rahegi ghar ja rahi hai. Hum teeno uske ghar pahunch jaate hai.

Rohan – Akhir Nisha tumne aisa kyun kaha ki Komal achi ladki nahi hai kya hua.

Nisha – Ab kya kahun meri roomate aisi hogi, maine nahi socha tha. Aap logon ne uss din Komal ko jiske saath kaar mein dekha tha woh toh aksar yahan atta rehta hai.

Rohan – Haan maine sunna yeah.

Nisha – Bass itna hi nahi woh raat ko yahan ruk bhi jaata hai kai baar. Mazze ki baat hai ki woh Shaadi suda hai aur uska naam Kartik hai. Uski biwi yahan nahi rehti. Toh bass woh Komal ko gift deta hai, hotel mein le jaata hai, ghumata hai, dono toh jaise pati patni ki tarah rehte hain. Room mein kya nahi karte.

Nisha – Saath nahate hain, saath sotte hain.

Main – Tum unhe kuch nahi kehti?

Nisha – Maine poocha tha Komal aye kya chaal raha hai, toh kehti hai, Meri jism ki jarurat hai, woh puri kar raha hai. Paise de raha hai toh kya galat hai. Tum bhi apni jism ki jarurat puri karlo kisne rokka hai. Akhir yeah jawani kyun barbad karun.

Rohan – Baap re, Komal aisi hogi, yeah ho yakin nahin kar sakta.

Nisha – Haan par saab karti hai. ek din toh raat mein dono ne daru pikar jo kiya hai. Komal puri nangi hokar haal mein aa gayi thi. Aur woh usse wahin haal mein leta kar usse daru se nehlakar uske badan se woh daru chaat chaat kar kha raha tha. In dono ko toh yeah bhi hosh nahi tha ki main wahan thi.

Nisha – Dono paglaon ki tarah hall mein hi puri tarah nirvstra hokar chudai kar rahe the. Aur toh aur subah tak waise hi nange ek dusre mein lipat kar sotte rahe.

Aur aisa kehkar woh mobile pe unki kuch video aur photo dikhati hai. Usse dekh kar toh hum teeno tadap uthte hain. Rohan aur meri tadap aur badh chukki thi. Komal ka woh nanga bigha badan jaise meri ankhon mein bass gaya tha.

Nisha – Komal ko itni besharam hai ki ek din achanak uske mummy papa aye thi, woh shaadi fix huyi thi na us din, aur yeah bhaisaab raat ko yahin the. Usne ulta usse mera bhai bata kar introduce kiya. Mujhe toh itni sharam aa rahi thi.

Nisha – Maine usse boli ki ab toh Shaadi fix ho gayi ab hi yeah saab karogi. toh kehti hai, paisa mil raha hai, mazza mil raha hai itna accha gift mila hai, toh koi pagal hi hai jo haath se jaane de. Shaadi tak toh puri azzadi hai na, uske baad ki tab dekhenge.

Nisha – yeah jo car hai na, yeah second hand car hai usne hi gift kiya hai

Nisha – Woh toh kehti hai ki tu bhi apne boyfriend ko bula le, isme burai kya hai, apni jism ki jarurat puri karni hi chahiye jawani ka pura mazza lena chahiye. ek baar toh isne mujhe pakad liya tha, aur lesbian sex karna chahti thi. Sex ki itni bhukki hai na woh ki usse kuch nahi sujta.

Nisha – Maine usse bol diya hai ki main dusri jagah flat dekh liya hai. wahan agle week shift ho jayungi. Accha hi hai, ab toh jo chahe kar sakti hai. ek ke saath masti kare yaa chaar ke saath mujhe kya.

Rohan – Baap re yeah itni chudakad hai mujhe nahi pata tha, aur office mein toh kitni acchi banti hai.

hum aise baat kar hi rahe the ki Komal flat mein aa jaati hai, woh bhi apne ussi boyfriend ke saath.

Komal – Are tumlog kya kar rahe ho yaan. Kyun Nisha, meri baat ko seriously le liye kya, aaj lagta hai puri gangbang ka irada hai.

Nisha – Main tumhari tarah randi nahi hoon, aur tumhari himaat kaise huyi aisa bolne ki sali kutiya.

Nisha ke mun se yeah baat sun hum dang reh jaate hain. Komal waise bhi daru ke nashe mein thi, aur uska woh boyfriend bhi.

Komal – Are baap re yeah toh gussa hogayi, ek baar kutiya baan ke toh dekh kitna mazza atta hai tumhe kya pata.

Aur aisa kehkar hasne lagti hai.

Komal – Yaar isse bhi apne saath Uk le jao, wahan kuch din mein iska yeah sara accha banne ke natak khatam ho jayega.

Humsaab ab usse bye bolte hain, aur Nisha bhi apne boyfreind ke saath uske flat par chali jaati hai.

Agli subah Komal ke uss boyfreind ka call aata hai mujhe, woh mujhe Komal ke flat par bula raha hotta hai, usse apni flight pakadni thi. Mujhe majbooran wahan jana padta hai. Main Rohan ko bhi saath le leta hoon

Main jaise hi wahan pahunchta hoon. Toh uske boyfreind ki halat dekh lagta hai unhone raat bhaar kya dhamal machaya hoga. Komal adhi nangi halat mein wahan jamin par padi thi, uski adhi pathi gown bass uski chuchoyon ko chupa rahi thi, uski mast gand aur uski choot saaf dikh rahi thi.

Rohan aur Main bass usse dekhte hi reh jaate hain. Uska boyfriend ki halat dekh main Rohan ko usse ghar chod anne ko kehta hoon. Aur woh beman se hi sahi usse ghar chodne ko chala jaata hai.

Ab Komal meri ankhon ke samne aise nangi halat mein thi, aur mera lund pura ufaan par tha. Main jaldi se phone nikal leta hoon, aur uski kuch photo aur video banane lagta hoon.

Komal toh jaise nasse mein thi. Jamein kaafi thandi thi. Toh main usse soffe par jaise sulane ke liye usse uthata woh mujhe pakakd leti aur bahoon meri bhar leti. Mere dono haath uski chuchoyon par the aur mera khada lund uski choot ko chu raha tha.

Main toh jaise uske madmast jawani mein doob jaane ko bekarar tha. Main bhala khud ko kaise rok sakta tha. Par in saab mein main bhul gaya tha ki darwaza khul hi reh gaya tha.

Main uske jism ko charo taraf chunne laga, uski dono chuchoyon ko dabata hua uski choot ko jaise chuya, mere badan mein aag si lag gayi. Komal ki choot ko maine jaise chua woh machal uthi, raat baar itni chudai ke baad bhi uski choot garam thi.

Itne dino se jiske madmast jawani ka mazza main lena chahta tha, woh aaj nangi mere samne thi. Age kya hone wala tha kya Komal ki garam choot ka mazza main le paya? Jaane ke liye next part ka intezar karen.

My name is Anu Mehta. After the arrest night, where five police officers used every hole while Satya watched helplessly behind the glass, I was hooked. Charges dropped, but Patel made it clear: “Community service every Friday night, slut. Wear less each time.”

Satya loved it. Dropped me at the back entrance like clockwork. Waited in the observation room. Hand in his pants. Eyes burning with humiliation and need.
First Friday, I wore a tiny black micro-skirt that didn’t cover my ass when I walked. No panties. Sheer white blouse, completely see-through. No bra.

Nipples dark and hard. Fishnet stockings. The collar Satya bought me – silver letters “POLICE PROPERTY”. Stripper heels that made my legs look endless.
Patel waited at the door. Grabbed the collar. Pulled me inside hard. “On time, good little whore.”

Behind him, ten officers this time. Word had spread fast. All off-duty. Jeans. Tight shirts. Muscles. Hungry eyes. Patel marched me to the big briefing room. Long table. Chairs cleared. Mattresses on the floor now. They were ready.

Satya was tied to a chair in the corner. Hands behind back. Pants open. Cock out, but no touching allowed. Just watch. I looked at him. Smiled filthy.

“Look, baby… ten real men tonight… all for your wife’s holes.”

Satya groaned. Pre-cum dripped already. They didn’t speak much. Just took.
Patel pushed me face down on the table. Skirt flipped up. Ass and pussy bare.
He slapped my ass hard. Sting sharp. “Tell everyone who you belong to.”

Me: “All of you, Sir… my married body is police property… use me however you want.”

A low cheer. First two stepped up. One grabbed my hair roughly. Shoved his thick cock straight down my throat till my nose hit his stomach.

“GLURK… AHHH… FUCK MY FACE.”

I gagged instantly. Spit poured. Tears ran. Behind me, the second spat thick on my pussy. Didn’t rub. Just slammed balls-deep in one brutal thrust. “OH GOD… YES… FUCK YOUR SLUT RAW.”

Skin slapped loudly. The table shook.

Me: “UNNGHH… HARDER… PLEASE… DESTROY ME”
He gripped his bruised hips. Pounded savage
“Take it, married bitch… feel a real cock…”
I looked sideways at Satya.
“Baby… he’s so deep… stretching your wife… ahhh fuck!”

Satya’s cock twitched. Hand strained against ropes. I cum fast. Screaming around the cock in my throat.

“I’M CUMMING… POLICE COCK MAKES ME CUM SO HARD!”

Pussy clenched. Squirted down the officer’s thighs. Floor wet. He growled. Pulled out suddenly. Shot thick ropes deep inside me. Hot. Filling.

“Take that load, breeding slut.”
Next one instant. Even thicker.
“FUCKKK… IT’S HUGE… SPLITTING YOUR WIFE BABY… OH GOD”
He laughed. Slapped my ass red.

“Tell the cuck proper.”
Me (sobbing pleasure): “Satya… his cock is destroying my pussy… bigger than yours ever was… I’m just a hole for the police now… AHHH FUCK ME!”
Another orgasm ripped through. Legs shook violently.

They rotated nonstop. One finished down my throat. Held my head. Forced every drop.
“Swallow police cum, whore… drink it all…”
Salty. Thick. I gulped greedily. Tongue out for more.
Then my ass.

No warning. One spat once. Pushed into my tight ring hard.
“SCREAM FOR YOUR CUCKOLD.”

Me: “AHHHHH… TEARING MY ASS… YES… RUIN IT… MAKE IT GAPE…”
Both holes were filled again. Pounded opposite rhythm.
Me: “SO FULL… DON’T STOP… FUCK YOUR MARRIED CUMDUMP.”

I came again. Harder. Squirting on the table. Patel stood close. Filmed on a phone. Showed Satya the screen. “Look, cuck. Your wife is taking cock in every hole like a pro.”

They started double pussy. Two thick cocks are forcing my cunt together.
“NOOO… TOO BIG… OH FUCK… YES… STRETCH ME…” They pushed. Stretched me obscene.

“YES… DESTROY MY CUNT… MAKE IT LOSE… MY HUSBAND WILL NEVER FEEL IT AGAIN… AHHHH!”

I screamed raw. Came so hard my vision blurred. Satya whimpered loudly. Came untouched. Weak spurts on the floor. They laughed darkly.
“Pathetic cuck. Came just hearing his wife beg to be ruined.”
They wrote on my body with a permanent marker while fucking me

“CUCK’S WHORE” across my tits.
“FREE HOLES” on my ass cheeks.
“POLICE BREEDING SLUT” on my stomach.
One made me read it out loud while throat-fucking me.

Me (gagging): “I’m a cuckold’s whore… my holes are free for police… breed me… ahhh glurk.”

Hours of this. Load after load. Face painted thick white. Tits glazed. Pussy and ass are leaking rivers. Floor slippery with squirt and cum.

In the final round for the night, they put me on my back. Legs pinned to my chest. Pussy wide open. Every officer took turns breeding me deep. Few hard thrusts. Then unload.

“Take another load, married bitch.” By the tenth, I overflowed. Cum pushed out with every new cock.

Me: “Keep breeding me… fill me… make me pregnant with police babies… never my husband’s again.”

Satya cried out. Came the second time untouched. They untied him only to make him kneel. Patel pushed my legs wider.

“Clean your wife, cuck. Taste real men.” Satya licked greedily. Tongue scooping cum from my gaping pussy and ass. Swallowing while sobbing.

Me: “Good boy… eat police cum from your ruined wife.”

That Friday ended with me barely walking. Satya carried me to the car. Fucked my sloppy holes in the back seat. Crying from shame and lust. But it wasn’t enough.

Word kept spreading. A month later, they invited me to a proper party. Off-duty. Private warehouse outside town. No cameras. No rules. No limits.
Satya drove me. I wore only a long trench coat.

Nothing underneath except the collar and fresh marker writing all over my naked body: “POLICE CUMSLUT” on my tits, “BREED ME” above my pussy, “CUCK’S WIFE” on my lower back.

Twenty officers are waiting. Beer flowing. Loud music. Thick mattresses cover the floor. Chains hanging from beams. Patel opened the door. Ripped my coat off instantly. Every man whistled. Cocks out already. Patel grabbed my collar. Dragged me to the centre.

“Tonight, this married whore has no limits. Every hole. All night. Her cuck watches are tied up. No touching himself.”

They tied Satya to a metal chair facing the mattresses. Hands cuffed tight behind. Legs spread. Pants cut open. Cock exposed, but a rubber band around the base so he couldn’t cum without permission.

Me: “Look, baby… twenty real men… all here to destroy your wife while you sit useless.”

Satya groaned loudly. Cock purple already. They started immediately. Four grabbed me at once. One lay on a mattress. Pulled me down reverse. Cock straight up my ass dry. I sank slowly. Stretched burning. Second stood between my legs. Shoved into my pussy hard.

“OHHH GOD… BOTH HOLES INSTANT… YES…”

Third and fourth fed cocks into my hands. I stroked desperately. Fifth grabbed hair. Filled my mouth. All holes and both hands full. They bounced me violently.
Me: “MMMMPH… FUCK… USE EVERY HOLE… AHHH…”

I screamed around cock. Came in seconds. Squirting hard down the cock in my pussy. Patel walked around filming. “Tell the cuck what you are now.” I pulled my mouth free long enough. Spit and pre-cum stringing.

Me (gasping): “I’m a police gangbang whore… my marriage is dead… I live for real cock only… fuck me harder please!”

Satya whimpered. Cock leaked constantly. They rotated nonstop. Triple penetration. One deep in ass. Two are forcing my pussy together again.

“NO… TOO MUCH… AHHHH… YES… FORCE BOTH IN.”

They did. Stretched me beyond limits. Orgasm exploded. Squirted everywhere. Soaked three men. Another cock in the mouth. Another jerking on my face. Every position. On my knees in a circle. Twenty cocks surrounding. I sucked one after another. Face-fucked till I choked and drooled rivers.

Hands held my head still. No escape. Cum down my throat. On my face. In my hair. Eyes glued shut. Then on my back. Legs chained wide to beams. Pussy and ass are completely open. Line-up breeding. One after another slammed into my pussy. Few hard thrusts. Unload deep.

“Take it, breeding bitch… police seed only.”

By the fifteenth load, I was a leaking mess. Cum frothed out with every new cock.

Me: “Keep going… breed me all night… fill me till I overflow… make me carry police babies.”

Satya sobbed loudly. Rubber band biting. Cock desperate. They laughed.
“Look at him. Crying while his wife begs to get knocked up by strangers.”
Last hours pure filth. Double anal. Two thickest cocks are forcing my ass together.

“SCREAM LOUDER”

Me: “AHHHHHH… TEARING MY ASS APART… YES… RUIN IT COMPLETELY… NO MORE FOR MY PATHETIC CUCK.”

I came so violently that I blacked out for seconds. Woke with both still pounding. Final circle. All twenty of them are around me on my knees in the centre. I opened my mouth wide. Tongue out. Hands stroking two more.

Me: “Please… cover your property… drown me in cum.”

They did. Rope after thick rope. Face completely masked. Mouth overflowing. Tits painted thick layers. Hair matted. Body glazed. I scooped handfuls. Ate greedily. Rubbed it into my skin. Patel pushed me, crawling to Satya.

“Clean your destroyed wife, cuck.”

They removed the rubber band. Satya licked desperately. Face buried in my cum-soaked pussy and ass. Swallowing load after load while crying.

Me: “Good cuck… taste what real men left in your wife… you’ll never fill me again.”

He came instantly. Weak spurts on the floor. They untied him only after. Patel handed me my coat. Cum still dripping from every hole.

“Next month. Bigger party. Fifty men. Bring the cuck again.”

I smiled through the mask of cum.

“Yes, Sir… anything for police cock.”

Satya carried me to the car. I was too wrecked to walk. We didn’t speak the whole drive. Just fucked slow and broken when we got home. My holes are ruined. My marriage is a joke. My body owned.

And I have never been happier. I belong to them now. Completely.

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Church & The Glance:

Sunday service ended. Aunty Anna stood with my mother near the vestibule. She wore her usual modest floral dress. It was buttoned to the throat.

But when I approached, her eyes met mine. They didn’t flinch away like before. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips.

Aunty Anna: Look at you.

Her voice was a soft tease. Only I could fully hear it.

Aunty Anna: All grown up in a button-down. Almost looks like you belong here.

My mother laughed.

Mom: Don’t encourage his vanity, Anna.

Aunty Anna: Oh, I’m just observing.

Her gaze dropped briefly to my fitted shirt. Then it returned to my eyes.

Aunty Anna: College has filled him out.

Sunday Lunch & The Car Ride:

We were at their home. The air was rich with the smell of spices. It was Sunday chicken curry.

Aunty Anna: We need more chicken.

Aunty Anna announced.

Aunty Anna: Come, help me carry bags from the shop.

The drive was quiet at first. She wore a white salwar kameez. The thin fabric hugged every curve. The neckline showed a soft, deep cleavage. Her breasts were full. They were easily a D-cup.

They strained against the material with each breath. Her hips flared generously. It made her waist seem smaller. Her round ass pressed against the car seat. It shifted subtly with the movement.

Me: You look… different today, Aunty.

I said, my voice steady. She glanced over.

Aunty Anna: Do I? This is just an old thing.

Me: It’s not old. It’s perfect.

I let my eyes travel slowly down her body.

Me: The white suits you. Shows your shape.

She didn’t scold me. Instead, a faint blush coloured her cheeks.

Aunty Anna: You’ve become quite bold. That shirt shows your shoulders. You work out.

Me: I do. Noticed you noticed.

The air grew thick. My cock was already half-hard from watching her. It began to swell fully against my pants. I was about 5.8 inches. It was thickening. The bulge became obvious in the quiet car.

She parked near the shop. But she didn’t get out. Her eyes dipped to my lap. They lingered. Then they snapped back to my face. Her breath hitched.

Aunty Anna: You should… be careful.

She whispered. But there was no anger. Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

Aunty Anna: That’s… quite a reaction.

Me: Can’t help it.

I shifted slightly. The outline of my cock was clearer.

Me: Not when you look like that. Your body is incredible, Aunty. Your breasts, that waist, your ass… It’s driving me crazy.

She closed her eyes for a second. A silent prayer was on her lips. When she opened them, they were dark with conflict.

Aunty Anna: This is sin.

Me: This is the truth.

I countered softly.

Me: You don’t move away.

She exhaled sharply. It was a shaky, warm sound.

Aunty Anna: We need to get the chicken.

The Discovery:

Later, back at her house, I excused myself. I went to the guest bathroom. The air inside was warm. It smelled like her perfume. As I turned to close the door, I saw it. Hanging on the back was a set of her clothes. It was a black bra and panties.

They were the kind you see in videos. They were not plain at all. My breath caught. I stepped closer. The bra was lace. It was sheer in parts. It had deep cups. I checked the tag: 36D. My mind flashed to her full breasts. They strained against her white kameez.

The panties were small. They were just triangles of black lace. They had a thin string at the hips. I could almost picture them on her. They would hug her round ass. My cock began to stir and harden again. I was looking at them. I quickly used the bathroom.

My mind raced with images. When I came out, I found her alone. She was in the dining area, clearing the table. My mom was in the living room. She was talking on the phone.

Aunty Anna: Can you help me for a second?

Aunty Anna asked. She was not looking at me.

Aunty Anna: There are a few things on the top of the kitchen slab. I can’t reach.

I followed her into the kitchen. She pointed to a high cabinet.

Aunty Anna: The extra containers are up there.

I climbed onto the counter. As I reached up, I heard her step closer. She was handing me something. From my height, I looked down. Her neckline gaped open. I had a full view down her cleavage. Her breasts were pushed together by her bra. They were heavy and soft.

I could see the deep shadow between them. I saw the edge of her bra cup. My dick hardened instantly. It pressed tight against my pants. I took the containers. I hopped down and turned to face her. My bulge was obvious now. It was a thick outline against the fabric.

Her eyes dropped straight to it. She froze. Her own breath stopped. She just stared. Her lips were slightly parted. She couldn’t look away. That’s when my mom walked into the kitchen.

Mom: Did you find the—?

Her voice cut off. Her eyes followed Aunty Anna’s stare. They landed right on the tent in my pants. Both women were silent. They were staring. My cock was fully hard now. It was about 7 inches thick. The head was clearly outlined.

I saw my mom’s eyes widen. Aunty Anna’s face flushed deep red. But she still didn’t look away. It was like they had never seen a dick that big before. I could see the shock in their faces. They were thinking it was bigger than their husbands’.

The silence was loud. Then my mom snapped.

Mom: For God’s sake!

She shouted. Her voice was sharp with embarrassment and anger.

Mom: Have some shame! Adjust yourself and sit in the car right now!

She was scolding me. But it was really for what we all had just seen. I quickly turned. I pulled my shirt down to hide it. But the damage was done.

I walked out. I felt their eyes on my back. The car ride home was dead quiet. My mom didn’t say a word. But just before she started the engine, she glanced at me. Then she quickly looked away. Her own face was troubled.

That night, all I could see was Aunty Anna’s black lace. I saw her cleavage. I saw the look in her eyes. It was not anger. It was pure, raw shock. And something else underneath it. Something that matched my own hunger.

Continues.

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Hi Friends, Victor here with another encounter of mine. Names and professions of persons are changed because of privacy, but incidents and activities are real.

I am Victor, a 33-year-old resident of Ahmedabad, Gujarat. I live in my own apartment while my family is in my native place.

Here is the second part of how I fucked my beautiful neighbour to satisfy her lust and hunger for orgasm.

Riya walked ahead of me toward the bedroom. Her steps were unhurried, almost as if she wanted me to notice the sway of her hips, the soft curve of her waist. I followed her, pretending to look elsewhere. But in truth, I was unable to stop my eyes from admiring her ass.

The room was cool from the air conditioning. She stepped in and sat gently on the edge of the bed, adjusting her kurti as if suddenly aware of my gaze.

“Much better here,” she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. I placed the bag near the corner and replied, “Yes, I thought you’d be more comfortable inside.”

There was silence for a moment. Only the hum of the A/C filled the space. She traced her fingers along the bedsheet absently, her eyes avoiding mine. I leaned casually against the doorframe, watching her.

“Riya, can I ask you something?”

She looked up, meeting my eyes. “Hmm?”

Me: Are you always this strong? I mean, after the way your husband spoke to you just now. You held yourself so calmly. Most people would have broken down.

A faint shadow crossed her face.

Riya: What else can I do? He doesn’t mean harm. It’s just his work. His priorities. (She sighed, then added in a quieter tone) But sometimes, it feels like I don’t matter.

Her honesty hit me. I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “You do matter. More than you realise.”

She looked at me then, really looked. Our eyes locked, and I could feel something flicker between us–unspoken, fragile, but undeniable. To break the tension, she smiled faintly. “You talk as if you know me well already.”

I chuckled. “Some things don’t take long to understand. Sometimes one look says more than a hundred words.” I lean on her face and try to kiss her after completing this sentence, but she avoids me and looks away.

I was horrified that I had pissed her off. Her eyes were filled with tears, but she controlled herself and said

Riya: We just met. You helped me in my time of need. You understand me like a friend, but we might not cross our limits.

Me: I am not forcing you, but I can’t resist your beauty.

Riya: Okay.

Me: Feel comfortable and don’t worry. I am not a devil or anything

Riya: I am not afraid of the devil in bed. Actually, I like devils on bed.

Me: What?!

Riya: Don’t be happy, I am talking about sleeping in bed at night.

Me: Oh. I thought something else.

Riya: Yeah, that’s also true, what you thought.

Me: You are confusing me. Let’s clear things frankly.

Riya: What things?

Me: Let’s help each other and satisfy ourselves.

Riya: What? No, I can’t cheat my husband.

Me: I can clearly see lust in your eyes.

Riya: No, you misunderstood something.

Me: Okay, let’s be friends then?

Riya: Yeah, look, I am not telling that you are a bad or a wrong person. You look well. Your body is in great shape, and you live alone, so you had many fuck sessions on this bed with many girls. But I can’t overcome my feelings and cheat on my husband.

Me: Okay, your thinking is nice. I am STUD and fucked almost 10 partners on this bed, but with all limits set and mutual consent only.

Riya: Got it.

Her mobile rang, and she picked up. It’s her husband

Riya: Okay, call me once you reach

Me: What now?

Riya: He is coming home. I need to go, but after his call.

Me: So till that time, you are my…

Riya: What!?

Me: Guest. Don’t think about anything for now.

Riya: Okay

Me: At least one hug?

Riya: Yeah, come.

And she hugs me. I press her body on mine, and her breast feels awesome. My lips are near her ears, and I blow breath on her neck.

Riya: Ok, leave me now. You are very naughty

Me: Yeah, I am the devil you like in bed.

Riya: I don’t like you.

Me: You don’t have to try me in bed, that’s why.

Riya: Maybe something will try.

I free her from my hug and

Me: Really?

Riya: Why did you remove your hands?

Me: Women are very much aroused and seductive, but they hide it very well.

Riya said, “Let me go. We will meet someday and fulfil our wishes.”

We exchanged numbers and parted ways. She went to her apartment, and I watched her from my balcony.

Later that night, I messaged her, but she was not replying to or reading my message. After two days, she messaged me at noon, her husband gone to work, and she was at home.

Riya: Guests are at our home, and you message me, someday you will make big trouble.

Me: Sorry, I forgot.

Riya: What are you doing?

Me: Working.

Riya: Okay

Me: When to meet?

Riya: For what?

Me: We’re friends, yaar, there’s no reason for meeting.

Riya: Friends for what? Benefits?

Me: If you agree, only.

Riya: Oh, you have to try hard to agree with me.

Me: Then let’s go for dinner.

Riya: No, no no. I can’t come, my husband is at home.

Me: Let’s go for lunch then.

Riya: Now I will plan and tell you.

Me: Ok.

Riya: Bye for now.

She was making me do her work. She wants me, but can’t tell me, and makes me speak to her. Now I completely understand her game. She wants me so I can take further action.

In our society, the function of getting together is held. I see her and follow her here in the garden area. The lights were dim, and I held her hands. She gasped. I started kissing her first. She hesitated, but later gave up and started smooching me at the same pace. I rubbed her breast and kissed her neck wildly.

After 2-3 minutes of exploration out of our tongue, we separate without saying a word or hearing a word from her. After 12 AM, I message her. But not getting any reply. At nearly 12:45, I got a message, and immediately I saw. It’s from her.

Me: Still feeling my breath on your cheek, Riya?

Riya: Stop it. I told you someone would catch us.

Me: No one saw, but you felt it. Didn’t you?

Riya: Yes. And my heart is still racing.

Me: Good. I wanted it racing. I wanted you to lie awake tonight, thinking of how close my lips were, how much I wanted to take them lower.

Riya: Victor, don’t say such things at night. You’ll make it worse.

Me: That’s exactly what I want. Tell me, when you pressed your hand on my chest, what did you feel?

Riya: Warmth. Strong. My fingers didn’t want to let go.

Me: You don’t have to let go. Not when it’s just us. Imagine your hand sliding down from my chest, lower, feeling how hard you make me.

Riya: You’re shameless.

Me: And you love it. You know what I’m picturing now? Your saree tonight. That blue drape, I wanted to tug it free, let it fall, see what you were hiding underneath.

Riya: My whole body is hot reading this. I kept adjusting my pallu only because I thought everyone could see my skin burning.

Me: I wanted to pull that pallu aside myself, kiss every inch of that warm skin. From your shoulder down to your navel, slowly. Until you beg me to go lower.

Riya: Victor, if you keep typing like this, I won’t be able to sleep tonight.

Me: Good. I want you tossing in bed, restless, just like me. Hand slipping under your blanket, touching yourself where you wish it were my lips.

Riya: You’re inside my head. I already feel it.

Me: Then let me inside your body soon. Tell me, Riya, when Vishal leaves, do you want me in your room? Or will you sneak into mine?

Riya: Dangerous question. But my fingers are trembling as I type this. Your room. Safer. Dark. Hidden.

Me: Perfect. I’ll be waiting with the lights off, door unlocked. You have to walk in in that same blue saree, or maybe nothing at all.

Riya: Stop, I’m biting my lip too hard. My body’s aching.

Me: Touch yourself then. Right now. Pretend it’s my hand.

Riya: Already did. Couldn’t resist after that last line.

Me: Good girl. Keep going. Slide your fingers slowly, imagine my tongue replacing them.

Riya: Oh, Victor, I’m wet. Whispering your name under my breath.

Me: Cum for me, Riya. Let your husband sleep while you moan for me silently.

Riya: I did. My whole body shook. You’ve ruined me.

Me: No, I’ve only started. Next time, I won’t let you finish alone. I’ll be there to hold you, taste you, make you scream.

Riya: Victor, I can’t wait till he leaves. Every night is torture now.

Me: Then let the torture build. When it finally happens, Riya, it will be unforgettable.

Riya: You’re already unforgettable. Goodnight before I lose all control.

Me: Goodnight, my forbidden desire. Dream of me between your thighs.

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