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Sometimes life throws an unexpected situation at you. It is how you react to it that determines how the situation plays out. This story explores the slow build of emotions, sexual energy, and attraction towards Nisha, my friend’s wife, a sexy HR.

I just ended the last sentence without using any adjective for Nisha, and there is a reason for it. I want you to feel what I felt when I saw her. I will go back in time and start the story.

Characters:

Sumit: My friend from school, currently working as a Sr. Manager for an MNC Consulting Company

Nisha: Married to Sumit. She did her MBA in Human Resources from XLRI and is currently HR Manager for a Top IT Company

Rohit (Me): Sumit’s school friend, working for a Hedge Fund company creating financial models for them, and single.

Few months before this encounter, I got a message from Sumit.

Sumit: Dude, you alive?

Me: Who is this?

Sumit: Fucker, it’s me, Sumit!

Me: Lol, fuck, where have you been?

Sumit: I have been here on Earth. Which planet have you been on?

Me: Same one! Haha.

Sumit: You just forgot everyone.

Me: No yaar, life happened, and here I am.

Sumit: So married?

Me: Nope, what about you?

Sumit: Yup, it’s been a year.

Me: Wow! Congrats! What does Bhabhi do?

Sumit: She is an HR Manager

Me thinking: Fuck! Married to an HR. Lucky bastard.

Me: Nice.

Sumit: So which city are you in?

Me: Mumbai, You?

Sumit: Dude, I am in Bangalore.

Me: Aah, Tech City.

Sumit: Why don’t you visit us?

Me: Really?

Sumit: Yes, you can meet your bhabhi, and we can catch up. Stay at our place. It will be fun.

Me: Wow, sounds fun. Let me see when I can get leave. My manager is a mother fucker.

Sumit: Lol! Whose manager isn’t?

Well, this is how the conversation started with Sumit. We continued to chat over WhatsApp and calls. I don’t want to bore you with the usual shit two guys talk.

Anyways, coming to the story. After a few months, I managed to get the leave and told Sumit I would visit them for a couple of weeks. I finally reached the Bangalore airport and met Sumit at the arrivals.

Me: Hey.

Sumit: Dude, finally we meet after ages. Now let’s go and give your bhabhi a surprise?

Me: Surprise?

Sumit: Yeah, I didn’t tell her that you are coming today. She thinks you are coming tomorrow.

Me: Dude, she will kill you.

Sumit: Chill, it’s ok.

We finally reached his Apartment building. We got down. He got a call and started talking, and I was waiting for him.

Sumit: Dude, why don’t you take the lift and go to Floor 12, Apt 1203. Here is the key. I will get your luggage.

Me: You sure?

Sumit: Yes, don’t worry. I will finish my call and come up with the luggage.

I got in the lift and reached the 12th floor. I started walking towards Apt 1203. As soon as I reached it, I entered the key and opened the door. I wasn’t sure what to expect as the idiot just sent me up alone. So I entered after opening the door, and it appeared to be the living room or hall.

I looked around. It looked amazing. Far better than my bachelor pad. But nobody was there. I stood there, hoping someone would turn up. Suddenly I heard, “Sumit if you are going to just disappear without telling me, at least let me know when you are coming back.”

I was so surprised to hear a soft but angry female voice. I turned my head left to see who it was. As I moved my head to the left, I was shocked to see a young woman wearing tight blue jeans walking towards the sofa and picking up stuff from it.

Well, that’s not the shocking part. I mean, the jeans were so tight that I could make out the shape of her sexy ass. The jeans were just above her ass, hanging on her hip bone, giving a perfect tight round shape to her ass. But the problem was that the milky white body was just covered with jeans down.

But on top, I could see her complete white silky smooth back. Only the hidden parts were those that were covered by the black bra straps. Yes, she was wearing tight blue jeans and a skimpy black bra. As her back was towards me, she had still not seen me.

But I had already gotten a sexy shock to see a woman with such a sexy figure. She continued to work with her back towards me. She thought it was Sumit and continued to speak.

“And where the hell did you even go? When I ask you to go somewhere, you have your stupid work all the time. And now you leave without telling me.”

She kept on yelling, and I was like, “Shit, do I just stay quiet and admire her figure or interrupt her to say it’s me and not Sumit.”

As she wasn’t getting any response, she finally turned around. She said, “Now why the hell are you not talking.”

That moment when she turned, I saw her full front side for the first time. It was like in my brain and my world, time had come to a standstill. Let me explain to you why.

Now here is a reality, don’t ask me why it is like this, but that’s how it is. Whenever you talk about HR Executives and Managers, the first thing that comes to your mind is extremely beautiful fair cock raising sexy women. They will get you so close to getting fired.

When you go to these HR ladies, you cannot control your eyes scanning their entire bodies. When you have completed checking her out, your eyes finally land on those huge gentle soft sexy warm tits. They are either covered in a tight white shirt or giving a slight glimpse of cleavage through those low-cut tops.

Now I am not talking about HRs in these government offices or other shitty companies. I am talking about MNCs and high-end Banks. These HR women are like sex bombs.

They are meant to drive you sexually crazy and forget about any bonus, increments, promotion, or appraisals you want to talk about. The only thought in your mind is, should I kiss her lips or let those lips kiss me down. Because either way, I will cum loads and loads of thick cum.

So coming back to the moment she turned around, and I saw her, I was like, “Fuck, what the hell is she.” Such a beautiful cute, and sexy face. Big eyes, perfect-shaped pink lips, sexy red cheeks, and the slight anger on her face made her look cute yet fucking hot.

I wanted just to let my eyes enjoy her beautiful face. But what was down was going to make this encounter even more interesting. Remember I said above that her back was only covered by black bra straps. Yes, the front part of her upper body was covered or barely covered by half cupped black bra.

It had pushed her huge milky white boobs almost out of her bra, making her look seductively hot. I slowly zoomed out and admired her. There she was, standing in tight blue jeans hanging just on her waist. The jeans ended on her waist.

Then there started the sexiest flat abs I have ever seen. In that flat soft abs, a navel was going to make her stomach/abs more than just sexy. I mean, I can keep writing sexy repeatedly. But trust me, standing there are looking at her navel was heavenly.

I can’t explain it in words. Somethings you have to experience because women like her are not just meant to be described on paper. They are meant to be seen for real, for starters, and much more if you get a chance. My eyes moved up from her navel, going up towards those heavenly boobs.

I realized that from the moment her jeans ended on her waist, the distance to reach the bottom end of her bra was considerable. I could see a lot more of her milky body. Also, the bra she was wearing was really small. I mean, it was a half-cupped bra.

But even then, it was so small that her boobs were almost jiggling out. And when I saw her completely again, I realized that my friend had married an almost replica of Neha Sharma. The same beautiful, expressive, seductive eyes.

Milky white body as Neha, Amazing boobs, and fucking hot figure. Finally, when my eyes reached her eyes, I could see her looking at me then came.

“Who the hell are you?”

Me: I am Rohit.

“Wait, are you saying you are the Rohit?”

Me: Yes

“The Rohit who is supposed to come tomorrow?”

Me: Yes

“Then why the hell are you here today?”

Me: Well, I was always supposed to come today. I guess Sumit wanted to give you a surprise. So perhaps he didn’t tell you the real date I was coming on.

“Well, I am Nisha, his wife, and I am not going to leave him.”

In all this, perhaps Neha finally realized she was not wearing anything over her bra.

Nisha: I am not wearing anything over my bra, right? (She asked in a sweet, shy way)

Me:(Smiling) I guess not.

Nisha: Shit!

What happened next made me realize that those big boobs were just not big. They were soft too.

Neha realized she was not wearing anything over her bra. She immediately moved her right palm over her left breast. Perhaps in a way to cup and cover them. But her hand, in excitement, just hit the bottom part of her breast. That created a small wave moving her left breast ever so slowly.

I could see the softness of her breast as it moved. Her hands slowly moved up, cupping both her boobs, and she smiled.

Nisha: Well, you got to excuse me. I better get dressed. Your room is towards the right.

Saying this, Nisha left. I just stood there picturing her beautiful boobs, barely covered by her bra. I slowly walked towards my room and closed the door. I went straight to the bathroom after seeing my best friend’s wife!

Hi friends, indru tamil kama kathaiyil en sontha annanai eppadi sex vaithukonden enbathai ungal idam pagirugiren. En peyar indhu vayathu 19 aagugirathu, naan college padithukondu irukiren, naan padipathu pengal college enbathaal aangal vasame en meethu padathu. Naan Coimbatore collegeil padithu varugiren, ithu oru kudmba kama kathai.

Enaku aangal sunni endraal migavum pidikum, aangalai paarkum pozhuthu ellam avargalin sunniyai vaitha kangal edukamal paarthukondu irupen. Naan eppozhuthu aangalin sunniyai paarka pogireno endru aarvamaaga irunthen, pinbu enaku seikiramaaga thirumanam seithu en kanavan sunniyai vaaikul vida vendum endru aarvamaaga irunthen.

En veetil adikadi enaku seikiramaaga thirumanam seithuvaiyungal endru solikonde irupen. Naan ithu naal varai aangal sunniyai vayathirku vantha naal muthal paarthathe ilai, sila neram en appa anna sunniyai kuda maraivaaga paarpen. Ennai ormons suma vida vilai athu thaan unmaiyaana oru vizhayam, naan ithu naal varai viral kuda potathu illai.

Sex pathi ethuvume theriyamal thaan irunthen athu naan last bench selum varai thaan. En teacher oru murai ennai last benchil amara solinaal. Nanum sendru last benchil amarnthen andre naan mudivu seithu viten ini naan last benchil thaan amaruven endru. Enaku appozhuthu oru thozhi kidaithaal aval peyar gomathi.

Enaku anaithaiyum soli thara aarambithaal, oru naal mobile eduthu vanthu enaku muthal muraiyaaga matter seiyum kama padathai enaku kanbika aarambithaal. Naanum antha kama padathai muthal muraiyaaga paarthen, athil antha pen aanin sunniyai azhagaga vaiayil vaithu sappinaal, pinbu avalin kuthiyai antha aan naakal naki sappinaan.

Kuthiyai naki vitu avan sunniyai pundaikul vitu matter poda aarambithaan, ithu thaan enaku muthal murai sex seivathai paarpathu. Antha aan vegamaaga penin kuthiyil poolai vitu niraiya nilaiyil oothu iruthiyil avan sunniyil velaiyaaga paal vanthathu. Antha paalai pen urinthu kudikiraal, enaku appozhuthu thaan theriyum aangal sunniyil vinthu varum enbathu.

Ipadiye thinamum kama padam paarthukonde irunthom, naan viral podavum katrukonden. Oru naal muthal muraiyaaga viral poda aarambithen, eppadi viral poda vendum endru gomathi soli irunthaal. Nanum aval soliyathu pola muthalil oru viralai vitu sex seiya aarambithen. Haaaaaaaaaaa inbamaaga irunthathu, aval soliyathu pola kama padathai ninaithukonde suya inbam seiya aarambithen.

Enaku sema moodaga irunthathu antha anin sunniyai en pundaikul viduvathu pola viral poten. Enaku vayiril irunthu thalaiku etho minsaram paaivathu pola irunthathu. Iru viralai kuthikul vitu vegamaaga suya inbam seithen appozhuthu antha kama padathil antha pennin kuthiyai kathalan nakum pozhuthu evalavu sugamaaga irukum endru ninaithen.

Athai ninaithu oru kaiyil mulaiyai pidithu pisainthu maru kaiyil kuthiyil vegamaaga viral poten. Appozhuthu sugathil enaku kangal sokiyathu, kathalan pen kuthiyil poolai irukuvathai ninaithu viral podum pozhuthu enaku muthal muraiyaaga vinthu vanthathu. Ippozhuthu thaan naan vayathirku vanthen endru ninaithen.

Nalai college sendru en thozhi idam enaku vinthu vanthuthu di endru sonen, ini thinamum viral poda vendiya avasiyam vara aarambithathu. Naan thinamum kama padam paarthu vitu athai ninaithu veetil iravil viral potu vanthen. Oru naal en thozhi hey kama padathai vida kama kathai thaan di semaya irukuthu endru soli enaku kama kathaiyai padika vaithaal.

Athil naan paditha muthal kathaiye annan thangai kathai thaan, athai naan padika aarambithen muthal muthalil paditha kathai athai naan enaalum marakave maten. Athil thangai kuthiyai annan nakuvathu polaiyum pinbu thangai annan sunniyai oombi kanju kudipathu polaiyum ezhuthi irunthathu. Antha kathaiyai paditha naalil irunthu enaku en annan meethu kama ennam vara aarambithathu.

Oru tharunathil en annan eppozhuthu en kan mun irunthaalum naan avan sunniyai matum paarthu moodagave irupen. Avan sunniyai suvaika aasaiyaaga irunthen, oru naal annan room sendru naan indru unudane thungugiren endru solinen. En annanum sari thungu endru solinaan, ithai soliyathum naan oru mani neram amaithiyaaga irunthen.

Pinbu vendum endre kaalai thuki neraga annan sunni meethu vaithu en mulaiyai avan kaiyil vaithu idithen. Ipadi irunthaal kandipaaga avan sunni viraikum endru ninaithen, en annan ennai vida 3 vayathu thaan periyavan. Aanal naan thaan avanuku akka pola irupen, annan oliyaaga irupaan aanal avan sunni viraikatha pozhuthe perithaaga thaan irunthathu.

Sirithu nerathil annan sunni viraika aarambithathu, appozhuthe therinthukonden annan vizhithu thaan irukiraan endru. Avan sunni nangu viraithathu, naan kaiyai nenju meethu vaithu irunthen, kaiyai angu irunthu porumaiyaaga keezhe eduthu sendren. Annai kati pidikave sema moodaga irunthathu, en mulai kaambu viraithu irunthathu.

Miga sexiyaaaga avan sunniyai pidithu thadavinen, sunni 6” viraithu irunthathu, athai azhagaga pidithu thadavi avan drowserai kayati suniyai veliyil eduthen, athai pidikum pozhuthe en vaaiyil echu ooriyathu. Naan neram athigam eduthukola vilai neraga sunniyai vaikul viten, athan suvai nandraaga irunthathu. Sunni munaiyil konjam velai paal suranthu irunthathu.

Athai naki suvaithu urinthu sunniyai sappi vaayil surakum echiyai kudithen, sunni suvaiyaaga irunthathu. Kama padathil pengal oombuvathu pola nandraaga sunniyai kaiyil pidithu adithukonde porumaiyaaga oombinen. Oombikonde irukum pozhuthu en annan sunniyil velai paal vanthathu, athu muzhuvathum en vaaikul sendrathu.

Muzhu paalaiyum naan oru sottu kuda vidamal sappi kudithen, sunni paal suvaiyaaga irunthathu. Annan sunniyil vinthu vanthum sirithu neram oombi vitu pinbu drowsarai mele thuki aninthu vitu naan paduthu urangiviten. Adutha naal en annan ennai en roomile indraikum thangu endru solinaan, naan avanai paarthu sirithen.

Pinbu adutha nalum avan udan paduthu irunthen, indru avan vizhithu irukum pozhuthe avan sunnniyil kai vaithen. Anan en mulai meethu kai vaithaan, iruvarum kiss seiya aarambithom, enakum epadi kiss seivathu endru theriya vilai avanukum eppadi kiss seivathu endru theriya vilai, aanal iruvarum kiss seithu vaaiyai sapinom.

Kama padathil ithazhai nandraaga sapinaargal athu pola naanum annan ithazhai sappinen,  annan en mulai meethu kai vaithu thadavinaan. En mulai perithaaga irukum athanaal avan jollyaaga en mulaiyai pidithu thadavinaan. Naan en mulaiyai veliyil eduthu viten, udane athai thadavi vaai vaithu kaambai sappa aarambithaan.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ena oru sugam itharku munbu en mulaiyil ivalavu sugathai paarthathe ilai. Nandraaga mulaiyai sappi vitan, pinbu naan sunniyai veliyil eduthu sunniyai vaaikul vitu sappa aarambithen. En thalai meethu kai vaithu thadavi vitan, enaku migavum pidithu irunthathu. Poolai sirithu neram oombi vitu mendum kiss seithen.

En kuthiyai kutai pavadaiyai kayati katinen, annanai naka sonen, naan ithai soliyathum avan kuthiyil vaai vaithu naaku poda arambithaan. Haaaaaaaaaaa sugathil naan sokipoi viten endru kuda solalam, avalavu inbamaaga irunthathu. Pinbu avan sunniyai en kuthiyil vida aarambithaan, muthalil sunni kuthikul irangum pozhuthu lesaga valithathu.

Ooka ooka sugamaaga irunthathu, en meethu paduthu kuthiyil poolai vitu nandraaga ooka aarambithaan. Haaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaa hmmmmmmmmmm endru ennai meeri naan munara aarambithen. Enaku migavum pidithu irunthathu matter poduvatharku, oothukonde irukum pozhuthu en pundaiyil moodu athigam aagi vinthu vanthathu.

Vinthu vanthum enai oothukonde irunthaan, moodil avanai irukamaaga kati pidithukonden, apozhuthu avanukum moodu eri vinthu vanthathu. Vinthai muzhuvathum en vaaikul vitu irakinaan, naan sunni paalai urinthu kudithen. Ini thinamum annan sunni paalai naan kudipen, enathu kathaiyai padithu rasithatharku nandri, vanakam.

Following is a creative work of fiction about an obsession. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents.

Being the first kid, my mom loved me more than my other two siblings. I enjoyed a special pampering while getting punished for the naughty things, which I used to do. As a kid, my mom was the most beautiful and sexy woman I was surrounded by.

I used to spend most of the time going back and forth around her. I don’t remember exactly when it has started – my fascination for my mother. However, I remember a night distinctly.

It was a usual night. Since dad was out of the station, my siblings and I were sleeping with my mom. But I never in my wildest thoughts could have imagined that night would be the first night ever to experience it. As I slowly gained my consciousness, I realized that my left hand felt something soft and smooth.

I liked the feeling of it. The more I liked the feeling, the more conscious I gained. I opened my eyes and realized that my hand touched my mom’s waist over her sari. I never got a chance to hold it, nor did I think to hold it ever before. But I loved the feeling of the waist on my hand.

Something primitive in my mind told me that I am doing something wrong and feeling something very wrong. This culture was rooted in my DNA from my ancestors. But that did not stop me from pursuing my thoughts further. I groped around and made my way inside the blanket.

Then after going through a few layers of the cloth, which is the sari, I could feel the naked skin of her waist. It was smooth and felt like cheese. My manhood responded to the touch making my pajamas tight. I kept my hand still and intact with her waist. But there was a monster brewing inside me, prodding for more.

My thoughts swung back and forth, trying to figure out the desire of the monster. And as they settled down without my knowledge, I pulled back my hand. The desires inside me welled up. I got up and opened my shirt buttons.

Placing a hand in the space between my mom and my brother, who is now sleeping between mom and me, I moved over and kept the other hand in the space between my mom and my sister. Then I slowly lowered my body over her.

As I lowered my body, I could feel the air between us becoming thin. In seconds, I can feel the chilled, smooth, and soft mounds of her. I lingered there without putting much pressure over her mounds and enjoyed the heaven. My mind cannot figure out how much time I was lingering over there.

Then I receded to my place and put my shirt buttons back. But still, my manhood is not satisfied, and I wanted more. I again passed my hand over my brother to reach to her beautiful waist. The moment I reached and touched the naked waist, she jumped off the place and went to the switches.

Guided by instinct and a moment while was reaching for switches was enough for me to pull back my hand by adjusting my brother’s hand. When the light switched on, I could feel my mom looking at us. After a moment, I can hear her moving my brother’s hand and coming back to bed.

I somehow managed to go to sleep without lifting a finger in silence and the darkness. After that night, my eyes started to prey on her body, feeding my lust. My mind started to give some closer attention to it. My mind, eyes, and body started to give more attention to her waist. It soon became an obsession.

My mind started to fantasize about her waist, like how I would touch it and play with it. It became almost impossible to shake off the thoughts about her. I wanted to be with her more than anything. After that night, I almost lived in my mind while fantasies broiled about my mom’s beautiful midriff.

And nothing much eventful happened for many months. Also, I, too, was clueless about proceeding further in my escapades. It was almost a year since the last encounter with my mom. I was living the leftovers of the experience, scratching my memory.

And then it happened. We had to shift our house as the owner wanted to build a new home in its place. We didn’t have enough time to search around in the small town. So we had to move the available one. It is not much compared to our last house, but it is something we could manage.

I did not like the house but could not do much about it. In a few days, I joined college after the summers. Sometimes I felt mundane with my life and wondered if it would ever change. But with a new class and new books, I was indulged with studies. But that was only for a certain period.

Soon my devious mind was back at work. All the while, it is not like I wasn’t attracted to any other woman. I was attracted to many women whom I would see regularly. I fantasize about them. In all this, I realized that I was more attracted to older women than younger women.

The girls of my age never appealed to my tastes. With college, and studies I had little time to give attention to my mom. However, she was never out of my mind. But soon, with my dad devoting more time to his work, we are left more time with me, my mom, and my siblings.

I got a little more chance to be alone with her and, of course, along with my siblings. In recent times, my mind constantly went towards my mom and the experience I had with her. I longed to have it one more time. One day, my lecherous mind has found an opportunity.

She would wake me up for studies early in the morning. Sometimes these early mornings could be as early as 4 o’clock. It was one such fortunate morning. I was studying while she dozed off to a nap and was soon in a deep sleep. I stopped studying and started to look at her closely.

That was the first time I could see her so close. I started scanning her from toe to head. But the squatting position did not give me ample opportunity to examine the curves. Her lips got my attention, and there was an urge to kiss the lip in a moment.

I am not sure what came to my mind. I just moved my face close to her and looked at her for a second before placing my lips over hers. I squared my lips slightly over hers, especially my lower lip touching her lower lip. It was enough for a deluge of blood to rush towards my male hood.

It was only a few seconds. I pulled my face back, devouring the experience I shared with her, and got ready for the next one. When I placed my lower lip on hers again, she suddenly opened her eyes and caught me red-handed.

“What were you doing?” she said in a curt tone.

I was silent, my head buried in the book with embarrassment. I could not look at her. I was scared that she might tell dad, or she might beat me black and blue and create a scene early in the morning. I just sat there awaiting my fate.

“I asked, what were you doing?” she said now in a curt and pressing tone. I understood that she would not leave me until I spit something from my mouth. I was unsure what to say. But I managed to blurt out something like ‘nothing’ with my head still buried in the book.

She looked at me for a few seconds and left into the kitchen for her morning chores. That was the beginning of a new chapter of my adventures with my sleeping mom. Over the year, a very few times, I got a chance to be beside her while she is asleep and touch my lips to her.
After the summer of next year, it was decided that I will be home tutored. I was disappointed that I will miss college and aunties. I was feeling happy that I could now be close to my mom and enjoy the proximity. Days started passing, and we set ourselves to a routine.

Dad has left for his work, and when my siblings leave for school. It was now literally mom and me at home. Mornings used to be lessons, and post-lunch is my study hours. My mom goes for an afternoon nap after completing her household chores.

It was in that nap I found a chance for my misadventures. It was hard to track the days of my misadventures with her. But most of my afternoons are horny. I confine my adventures to the waist and lips. Any man would immediately make a note of the beautiful waist first.

I will start by touching the waist with the tip of the finger. Then slowly move to keep full finger and then slowly to two fingers. I could hardly reach a complete hand or 4 fingers. Sometimes, I get a chance to touch the lips. Rarely did I use to get a chance to touch the waist and lips at a time.

I remember such an instance a couple of times. But I immediately rushed to the bathroom to relieve myself. It is not rosy all the time. There is a time when my adventures took the wrong turn. There were quite a few times that I was caught red-handed doing my adventures, and somehow I escaped.

Maybe she thought I was still a kid and doing what I am doing is out of being naïve. But I was too naïve to pass it as a naïve act. I know practically what I am doing. There are instances where I was caught, and dad came home. However, somehow it got passed as I was not studying properly.

In those moments, I could feel my heart pounding. My mom time and again saved my ass. But she never told anyone about my little misadventures with her, nor did she keep me away from her. I think she loved me too much, and I took complete advantage of it.

But soon, it was clear for her that for her elder son, she is more than a mom. I was not at all looking at her as a mom. That became clear as an acknowledgment that summer with an incident.

It was summer, and since dad was not at home, we siblings used to sleep with her. I was sleeping next to her, enjoying the proximity. Suddenly, when not expected the most, there was a knock on the door, and it was dad. My brother switched on the lights and rushed to open the door.

My mother, who was sleeping next to me, smiled a naughty kind of smile and said, “Your time is up now, babu. Go sleep with your grandmother in the next room.” And I could sense the kinkiness in her smile and an acknowledgment that ‘I know about you, son. But that’s enough.’

I had to leave to sleep in the next room with my grandmother. There are few such incidents where she made it evident that she knew my intentions and enjoyed them. Those were some sprout of moments, and immediately or the next day, she is my strict and loving mother.

After that, the whole summer was uneventful, although I wanted some adventures with her. Every day, I prayed for a chance to hold the tight, smooth, fleshy, cheese-like waist that does not have any folds. Her waist was my object of fantasy and obsession.

I started to go to college again. My private moments with mom were confined to weekends and, at times, evenings on some days. I hardly ever got a chance to touch her. My raging hormones are waiting for a chance to explore her assets. It was a month into college.

On a fine day as I was doing my homework suddenly there was a power cut. Both my siblings are playing outside, and I could hear their voices. I didn’t want to go out as I didn’t want my mom to get up to light the lamp and use the break. I was lying beside her and playing with my pen.

Suddenly my mom, out of the blue, said something that shocked me, “What would you have done if you are not my son?” she said. I was a bit confused, and I could sense that there was an underlying meaning to it.  I tried to look at her face in the dim light coming from the ventilator above.

She had the same naughty smile on her face. Again I don’t know what came to my mind. My hand went over mid-riff and rested it on the smooth waist. I waited for my mom to react. But to my surprise, she did not react. I looked into her eyes and returned a smile holding her mid-riff.

Now tightening the grip on the mid-riff, I moved closer to her and almost reached over boobs. I was moving my face close. When I was an inch away from her face, the lights came back. Our eyes lingered, looking at each other for a second before we left each other.

There was a sound of footsteps in the next room approaching the room. As my brother entered the room, she got up, adjusting her sari. I jumped back, picking my book and trying to rummage through pages. He rushed into the kitchen, and she followed him.

I looked at her raising my head. Before she disappeared into the kitchen, she flashed a seductive, naughty smile at me, which I reciprocated. I got down to complete my homework for the day. A few minutes later, my brother also joined me, followed by my sister.

To be continued.

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Hi all Indian sex story readers, this is Madhan here with a story of a curvy hot Bangalore girl. First of all, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback for my stories. I am a story writer with many stories published.

About Me: I am a Madhan of 28 years of age, 6″ tall, south Indian complexion, broad shoulder, and a normal body with skills of tasting a body erotically. I belong to one of the cleanest cities in India, Mysuru, but currently working in Bangalore (which has all varieties of chicks/aunties).

Horny unsatisfied housewives, sexy young baby dolls, and wanna have fun ladies (Bengaluru) can reach me on my Hangout and mail [email protected]. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. Telegram @msarsstr

The story will be narrated in the footsteps of Komal Chandel (Real name).

Coming to the story, I am Komal, originally from Akola, and was staying with my parents and a younger brother. I am 24 years old cute girl. I am a very regular reader of ISS stories. I always enjoyed the thrill and pleasure of the words in the story. A few situations drove me crazy.

I had two boyfriends, obviously the second one after the breakup with the first guy. Both of these boyfriends never fulfilled me. They never gave attention to satisfying every bit of my body as it happens in ISS stories. The encounters were mostly a quickie, and my body craved and needed more wilderness.

I wanted my body to be dominated by a strong male partner. I messaged few guys after reading their stories, and I felt a strong connection with Madhan. I reached him after reading his story where he banged two cousin sisters in a wild threesome.

Every time I read his story, I was getting wet between my legs. We exchanged pictures and chatted on hangout.

After hearing his fantasies, I wanted to give my body to him to be tasted. His sexy chats left my body yearning and void. Another reason to have connected with Madhan was that I would stay in Bangalore for two years to finish the MBA.

I got selected for MBA from a well-known college in Bangalore. Due to COVID, the joining date was delayed repeatedly. I was very excited to be finally out of the grasp of my controlling parents and enjoy the hornier side of my life freely in Bangalore.

When the second wave of COVID had subsided, the college had sent a mail with a date for joining. The moment I told Madhan about the joining date, he asked for the meet. I agreed instantly.

I reached Bangalore on Wednesday and planned to meet Madhan on Saturday the same week. He had booked a five-star hotel which was around 10 Km from my hostel.

Let me describe myself. I am milky white fair-skinned, and around 5.2’ in height. I wore Madhan’s recommended, netted dark red saree with a matching red colored sleeveless and bareback blouse. My body stats are 34c-28-32.

I applied matching red lipstick on my soft thick lips and red nail polish on my sharp lengthy nails. I wore a red-colored designer ring on the middle finger of my right hand and dangling silver earrings on my ears.

I had a long sharp nose and medium-length dark hair. In the saree, the skin of my milky white hips, bare shoulders, and bareback was noticeable and eye-grabbing.

The moment I left the college hostel. On the way to meet Madhan, I could see the hungry awestruck eyes of the 50 years old hostel warden scanning me. The old-aged hostel watchman stared at me with his popped-out eyes. Even my roommate looked at me with her mouth wide open.

The Ola driver had his eyes transfixed on me through the mirror, forgetting the roads. He spoke so softly when he asked where to drop. I enjoyed the dirty stares of these hungry men. I was thinking how I would be feasted by Madhan, with huge expectations.

I stepped down the taxi to see a high-raised hotel building which was around 15 floors. My eyes searched and caught Madhan. He was waiting for me since I had messaged him when the cab was about to reach. Madhan froze with a blank stare, and his eyes scanned me from head to toe.

I noticed a slight movement inside his pants, and a smile crossed my lips with a blush. My cheeks turn pinkish when I blush. He winked at me and gave me a wide lusty smile. My heart started racing with an increased heartbeat. He took my handbag and walked me to the lift, which took us to the 9th floor.

The hotel was tidy and clean, with a carpeted corridor to the room. He walked me inside the cool room with a queen bed with white covers, a white comforter, and a wall-mounted TV. He closed the door once we both were inside and looked at me with those hungry eyes.

He was a tall guy. I was breathing heavily. A shiver ran through my body, standing here with my body waiting to be feasted. Madhan was waiting to cool the lava hotness of my body. He, without any hesitation and shyness, pushed me to the wall near the door. He cupped my face and moved his face close to mine.

I wanted to push him away. His touch made me allow Madhan to do whatever he wishes with my body. His touch gave me a feeling that he is the guy who will fulfill the desire of dominatingly being eaten away every bit. I closed my eyes tight. His lips gently touched my lips.

I was about to push him away when his lips started sucking my lips. I wanted him to continue. His hands grabbed my hips while his lips were tasting my lower lip, then my upper lips. He pulled my tongue through his lips and sucked them dry. I was already wet between my sexy thighs.

I continued tasting his lips. He tried to lift me and continue kissing. My saree did not allow him to do that. After he broke the kiss, I opened my eyes, looking into his lusty eyes. His eyes scanned all the corners of my body. He then left his stronghold.

I was confident that this day would be the wildest and unforgettable. I walked into the carpeted room. Madhan pushed the curtains of the see-through mirror, which showed the view of the beautiful city.

The room was chilling with a centralized AC. The room had beautiful art painting hangings over the bed and walls to the side. Madhan removed his shoes, belt, and shirt. I removed my high heel sandal and stood near the see-through mirror.

Madhan was standing two feet away with eyes scanning me, which made me shy and horny. He stood very silently for few minutes, enjoying my beauty. I was a hot bomb from my teenage, with hungry men craving all along in my life. There was something different about Madhan.

When he walked slowly towards me, I had a butterfly feel inside my stomach. I am skipping the talks between us. He took my hand, kissed the back of the hand. He continued kissing and sucking through to the shoulder. When his lips were nibbling the elbow area, I had goose-pimples on my body.

He then turned me around pushed me to the see-through mirror. He pushed me with my boobs pressing on the see-through mirror. He pushed the hair which was covering the bareback. He spread my shoulders with wide-open arms.

He ran his fingers touching feather touch from the one hand to the shoulder, then the back and other hands shoulder back to the hand. His lips kissed and sucked my ears from behind. I gave a sudden ‘Ahhhhh’ moan when his strong hands squeezed my ass cheeks hard.

He sucked my ears with his rod positioned and pushed between my ass cheeks over the silky saree. He said, “Komal, what a hottie you are, seeing from the back your curves are shapely, honey.” His strong, firm hands were holding my hips strong.

His lips sucked all around my back. When reached just behind my neck, his lips felt a tingling sensation and moved my head with the sensation. My body was never submissive like this ever. His mouth reached my navel area, and he sucked all around my slim navel.

He tasted my hips very slowly, bit by bit, enjoying every bit of my sexy navel. My face was pushed against the see-through mirror, which was fogged because of the warm breath from my mouth. After feasting the complete back, he turned me around.

He pushed my saree slightly, held my hips with both of his hands. He dug his face into my navel with his tongue moving in and out of my belly button. I was already on cloud 9, thinking about what is awaiting.

Guys, lengthy stories are always boring to read. Please review the story. In the coming part, I will explain his tearing off my panty and his rod piercing my wet pussy from behind in a standing position.

Thank you, all the ISS readers.

Narrated by Shobha

Hello, main Shobha bhabhi aur aaj meri kahani. Pichle baaraap logo ne dekha ki mere pati ke dost Tushaar unke kahne par bank ka manager bann kar aaya. Isse pahle Naveen aaya tha aur ab Tushaar. Mere pati mujh par apni pariksha chala rahe the aur main apni game.

Par Tushaar ke sath main ek doosri hi khel khel rahi thi. Woh khel jisme main ek kafi seedhi sadhi pati vrata patni thi. Aur jise sex ke bare mein kafi jaankari nahi thi. Mere is naatak ka shikaar Tushaar ho gaya.

Aur mujhe isme maza aane laga. Tushaar ki har baat par main uski tareef kar rahi thi. Taaki woh mann hi mann phulkar aur zyada bole aur mere sath flirt bhi kare.

Ab aage.

Tushaar bola ki uski biwi uske bina Goa gayi hui hai. Main chaokne ka naatak kar boli: Goa? Tumhare bina?

Tushaar: Haan! Isme kya hai, ham kafi independent couple hai. Ek dusre par aisa koi rok tok nahi lagate ki ye na karo woh na karo.

Main: Wow! Ab to sachme mujhe lag rahi hai ki mere pati ko tumhare paas tuition bhejni padegi.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, bilkul jab woh aaye to bhej dena. Loan ke sath usko romance ke classes bhi de dunga.

Main sharmati hui boli: Waise, unke aane se pahle bhi tum, kisi aor ki tuition le sakte ho.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, ab woh kaon hai.

Main honto ko kaat sharmaati hui boli: Main!

Tushaar mujhe ek tak dekhne laga aur fir bola: Matlab?

Main: Hmm, matlab ki tum kuch baate mujhe bhi bata sakte ho, agar tumhare paas waqt hai to.

Tushaar: Are waqt to bohut hai, aaj waise bhi bank ki chutti haina to time hai.

Janti thi ki ye yahi kahega, main boli: Hmmm, to kuch batao mujhe.

Tushaar: Woh tum batao Shobha, tumhe kiss bare mein jaanni hai.

Main: Par ek baat ka darr hai mujhe.

Tushaar: Kiss baat ki?

Main masoom si shakal banati hui boli: Ye baate mere husband ko na pata chale.

Tushaar: Oh, uski tum chinta bilkul na karo. Waise bhi bank ka manager hun, client ka information raaz rakhna hamare bank ka niyam hai, ha-ha-ha!

Main: To woh niyam yaha bhi nibhaoge? Pakka!

Tushaar: Bilkul shobha, pakka, mujhpar bharosa rakho.

Main: Theek hai, to fir batao ab.

Theek usi waqt meri phone baj padi. Dekhi to Rakesh ka call aa raha tha, shayad woh janta tha ki is waqt Tushaar yahi hai.

Main Tushaar se boli: Mere husband hai.

Main phone uthayi aur Tushaar ko dekhti hui phone mein bolne lagi: Hello!

Rakesh: Hello, kya kar rahi ho, subah call kiya tha, tum uthayi nahi.

Main awaaz mein masumiyat ke sath boli: Haan ji woh mein kaam kar rahi thi kitchen mein.

Rakesh: Kya hua, tum aise kyu baat kar rahi ho? Tabiyat to theek hai?

Rakesh ko nahi pata tha ki main yaha Tushaar ke samne pati wrata aurat ban rahi thi. Nain boli: Woh bank ke manager yaha aaye hue hai.

Rakesh: Oh! Waha hai kya?

Main: Haan, woh kal ke paper pe theek se sign nahi hue the, to aaj manager sir hi aa gaye khud se.

Rakesh: To hua nahi kya ab tak?

Main: Nahi woh…

Main Tushaar ko dekh halke se mukurayi aur phone mein aage boli: Woh mujhe documents ke bare mein bata rahe the, to wahi samjha rahe the.

Rakesh: Oh, achcha!

Main: Haan ji, woh bole ki aapke aane ke baad aapko bhi samjha denge par abhi pahle mujhe samjhane wale hai.

Meri ye baat sun Tushaar muh par hath rakh muskurane laga.

Rakesh: Aapko! Ha-ha-ha, bank manager aaya hai to mujhe aapko kahke bula rahi ho. Theek hai, jo hai woh khatm karke use sign karke dedo.

Main: Haan ji theek hai.

Rakesh: Ha-ha-ha, ji ki bachchi, theek hai main sham ko call karta hun to fir. Chalo bye. Love you.

Main: Hmmm, ok. Bye.

Rakesh: Ha-ha-ha, uske samne love you nahi bologi kya ji?

Main phone kat di aur ek message bhejne lagi jab Tushaar mujhe dekh bola: Kya bole woh?

Main phone mein apna kaam kar Tushaar se boli: Yahi ki documents ko samjhlo uske baad hi sign karna.

Main mann mein sochne lagi ki mere pati soch rahe the ki main is bank manager ko sunane ke liye aise achchi patni bankar baat kar rahi hun. Par bechare mere pati ko kya pata, main yaha ye nautanki kiss iraade se kar rahi hun.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, kaonse document samajhna hai?

Main firse sharmati hui boli: Tushaar, aise mat bolo mujhe sharm aa jayegi.

Tushaar: Yahi sharam to tumhe sabse alag banati hai.

Main: Woh kyu?

Tushaar: Sharmeeli ladkiyo ko bigaadne ka apna hi maza hai.

Main: Ohh to tum mujhe bigaad doge?

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, ab bina bigde baat to nahi banegi.

Main bhawro ko uthakar poochi: Kaonsi baat nahi banegi?

Tushaar: Tumhare romance ke classes ki.

Main sochne lagi ki ye mujhe bigadne ki baat kar raha hai. Par ye nahi jaanta ki main andar se kitni bigdi hui hun.

Main boli: Hmmm, kahi tumhare mann mein kuch aur to nahi?

Tushaar: Matlab, kuch aur kya ho sakta hai? Main to bas, tumhari madad kar raha hun.

Main: Ok, to theek hai.

Tushaar: To ab mujhse dil khol kar baat karo Shobha.

Main: Dil khol kar matlab?

Tushaar: Matlab ki bina kisi sharam ya darr ke, ye sochlo ki main koi aayina hun.

Main: Ohh, tab to tum bohut kuch sunoge, ha-ha-ha!

Tushaar: To sunaona Shobha.

Main: Offo, class tum meri le rahe ho aur mujhe bolne ko kah rahe ho!

Tushaar: Theek hai, pahli baat tumhe sikhane ko utna kuch hai nahi, problem shayad tumhare pati mein hai.

Main: Kya problem?

Tushaar: Tumhare pati ne abhi phone kiya tha, ek baar bhi ‘I love you’ bola?

Waise to Rakesh ne bola tha lekin main jhoot boli: Nahi, nahi bole.

Tushaar: Yahi to, banda romantic hai hi nahi. Main hota to phone mein love ke saath chummy bhi de deta.

Main sharmati hui hass padi to woh aage bola: Waise main hota to phone mein bolne ki naobat hi nahi hoti.

Main: Woh kyu?

Tushaar: Main kabhi tumhe chor kar jata hi nahi.

Main: Achcha! Woh kyu?

Tushaar: Hamesha ghar pe hi rahta tumhare sath.

Main: Kyu, woh to batao.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, tum sachme sunna chahti ho?

Main honto ko kaat boli: Haan, bataona.

Tushaar: Wahi jo ek mard karta jise tum jaisi biwi milti.

Main: Offo, tum khud bole ki dil khol kar baat karo aur ab khud hi ghuma firakar kah rahe ho.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, pata nahi kahi main kuch bolu aur zyada ho gaya aur tum mujhe laat maar kar ghar se bahar hi nikal de.

Main: Aysi kya baat hai, batao to.

Main tang par tang rakh boli: Nahi marungi laat, ab batao bhi.

Tushaar: Ghar pe rahkar, bas tumhe pyar karta.

Main: Pyar to mere husband bhi karte hai.

Tushaar: Tum nadaan ho, baato ko samjhti nahi.

Main: Kya matlab?

Tushaar: Main sex ki baat kar raha hun.

Main sharm bhari muskaan bana kar boli: Oh, achcha.

Tushaar: Subah, dopahar, sham, raat, hamesha.

Main: Itni bar!

Tushaar: Haan, kai bar.

Main: Naah, aisa thodi hota hai, sirf wahi karte rahe to ghar ke kaam main kaise karungi?

Tushaar: Tum ghar ke kaam kar lena aur main tumhare sath,.

Main: Woh kaise?

Tushaar sofe se utha aur meri taraf aane laga, apne hath badakar bola: Aao, batata hun.

Main sandeh mein pad gayi kya ye mujhe sachme ab chodne ki baat par utar aaya, mere chehre par sandeh dekh woh bola: Ha-ha-ha, ghabrao mat main kuch nahi karunga, bharosa rakho.

Main uske hath mein hath di aur uth khadi hui.

Tushaar: Ghar ki koi ek kaam batao.

Main: Hmmm, khana banana.

Tushaar mere hath ko pakad aage chalne laga to main boli: Kaha?

Tushaar: Aao to, bharosa rakho.

Main uske peeche gayi aur mujhe woh kitchen le gaya. Waha woh mujhe stove ke samne khada karwa kar bola: Ab socho ki tum khana bana rahi ho.

Main sar ghuma kar use dekh boli: Ok, fir?

Tushaar peeche se mere kamar par ek hath rakh mere kareeb aaya aur mere kaan mein bola: Jab tum khana banaogi to tumhare pati aise tumhare peeche aayenge.

Uski garam sanse mere kaan mein gudgudi kar rahi thi, main boli: Fir.

Uske ek hath mere kamar par rakhne par main kuch na boli. To apne dusre hath ko meri dusri taraf kamar par rakh bola: Aise peeche se tumhe komalta se pakdega.

Main: Aur!

Woh meri gand par apne uthte ubhar ko sata kar bola: Aise tumse chipak jayega.

Main: Kyu?

Woh meri kamar par apni pakad ko kasta hua apni ungliya dabakar bola: Kyu ki ham aise nahi hote agar main tumhara pati hota to.

Main firse palat kar use dekh boli: To, kaise hote?

Tushaar apne lund ke ubhar ko meri gand par dabata hua bola: Tab ham dono, kabhi bhi, ghar mein, aise kapde nahi pehne rahte.

Main: To kya pehante?

Tushaar: Main aur tum neeche kuch nahi pehante. Main shirt mein aur tum sirf suit mein aur kuch bhi nahi.

Main: Hmmm, aisa kyu?

Tushar firse aage dabata hua apne tann chuke lund ko meri gand par dabata hua bola: Taaki jab tum khana banao to main tumhe peeche se chod raha hota.

Main jaanbooch kar awaaz mein sisak ke sath boli: Isss! Tushaar, kya kah rahe ho.

Tushaar: Kyu bura laga.

Main: Mmm, haan, Woh kitna ganda shabd hai.

Tushaar firse waise hi meri gand par dabaaw deta hua bola: Kya sachem? Agar main tumhara pati hota, aur kahta, ki tumhe chodunga, to bura lagta tumhe?

Main use aisa dikhana chahti thi mano woh mujhe apne shabdo ke aaghosh mein phasa raha ho. Aur main phas rahi hun, main dheemi awaaz mein boli: Isss, nahi.

Tushaar: To, kaisa lagta.

Main: Mmm, bohut achcha lagta.

Tushar apne honto ko mere kaan par sahlata hua bola: Aise jab bhi tum khana banati to main tumhe chodte rahta.

Main: Mmm.

Tushaar: Ab bolo, aur kya kaam karti ho?

Main: Jhadoo, ghar jhaadoo lagana.

Tushar turant meri kamar se hath hataya aur peeche hat kar bola: To lagao jhadoo.

Main palat kar use dekh boli: Abhi?

Jab main palti to mujhe uske pant mein tanaav dikh gaya. Par main nazar andaaz kardi mano mujhe uske bare pata hi nahi chala.

Tushaar: Haan, jhaadoo lekar hath mein pakdo. Agli cheez sikhata hun.

Main aage badi aur darwaze ke peeche rakhi jhaadu lekar boli: Sachme tum mujhse jhadu lagwaaoge kya?

Woh mere taraf bada aur mujhe mere kamar se pakad palatta hua mere peeche sat kar bola: Abhi main tumhe class de raha hun na. To master se sawaal nahi karte, jhadu lagao.

Main thodi si jhuki jisse meri gand uske ubhaar ko daba gayi aur fir mein jhaadu lgati hui boli: Ab?

Woh apna ek hath meri kamar se uthaya. Aur meri suit ke upar se meri gand par rakh bola: Jab tum jhadu lagaogi to main aise tumhe hath lagaunga.

Main: Isss, Tushaar, kya kar rahe ho?

Tushaar: Shhh, abhi main Tushaar nahi hun. Socho ki tumhara pati hun Shobha.

Ye kahta hua woh meri gand ko dheere se dabane laga. Main boli: Mmm, ok.

Woh ek aur baar dabaya. Fir apne hath ki ungliyo ke sath meri suit ke kapde ko meri gand ki darar mein dabata hua bola: Aur fir aise tumhari gand ko apni ungliyo se tarashunga.

Main: Mmm, gand, Tushaar tum kitne gande ho.

Tushaar: Shhh, Shobha, main tumhara pati hun, Tushaar nahi.

Ye kahta hua woh apna hath meri gand se hata liya aur poocha: Agar tumhara pati ye kare aur kahe to ganda lagega kya?

Main: Mmm, nahi.

Woh kuch karne laga peeche aur kuch pal baad meri gand par kuch sataya aur main jaan gayi woh kya hai. Woh apne lund ko apne pant se nikal chukka tha aur use meri suit ke upar se meri gand par ragad raha tha.

Par main anjaan bani rahi aur boli: Fir kya karoge?

Is baar woh meri gand ki daraar mein apne tanne lund ko dhakelte hua bola: Chodunga! Firse chodunga tumhe aise khade rakh ke.

Main: Mmmm, firse?

Tushaar: Haan Shobha, firse, tumhe poore ghar ki jhaadu lagwate hue har jagah chalwate hue chodunga.

Main: Mmm, tum gande ho par kitne romantic bhi ho.

Tushaar dhake lagata hua bola: Ye tareeka pasand aaya?

Main: Hmmm, bohut.

Tushaar: Aur bolo, aur kya kaam karte ho?

Main: Jhaadu lagane ke baad ghar ka pocha lagana?

Tushaar: To jab tum mop se pocha lagaogi tab bhi main aise hi karunga.

Main ise aur dilchasb banane ke liye boli: Mmm, par main mop nahi isthamal karti.

Tushaar: Kyu? To kaise?

Main: Mop se theek se hota nahi, main to apne haato se hi geele kapde ke sath karti hun.

Tushaar: Woh kaise?

Main sar palat kar use dekh boli: Ghutno par baith kar.

Is baat par Tushaar ke lund ne meri gand par jhatka de mara, samajh gayi use ye baat kitni pasand aayi.

Tushaar: Waah, woh to aur bhi achcha hai.

Main anjaan si bankar boli: Woh kyu, usme kya hai?

Tushaar: Zara dikhao na, tum kaise pocha lagati ho?

Main: Ab tum mujhse pochcha bhi lagaoge?

Tushaar: Nahi Shobha, bas waise baitho jaise tum pochcha lagati ho.

Main: Hmmm, theek hai.

Main samne jhukti hui. Apni gand uske tanne nange lund se achche se dabati hui ghodi ban boli: Aise, aise baith kar karti hun mein.

Tushaar mere peeche khud bhi ghutno par baith mere kamar par hath rakh bola: Pata hai jab tum aise ghar ka pochcha lagaogi to main kya karunga?

Main: Nahi, kya karoge?

Tushaar peeche se mujhse satta hua meri suit ke nichle chor ko pakad meri kamar par rakh diya. Main kuch na boli. Who apne lund ko meri salwar ke sath gand aur jangh ke beech dabata hua bola: Main aise tumhare peeche akar tumhe firse chodunga.

Main: Mmm, aise bhi karte hai kya?

Tushaar: Haan.

Ab woh dheere dheere apne lund ko meri jangho ke beech ghusate hue bola: Tum aise sare ghar mein ghutno par chalke pochcha lagaogi aur main tumhare peeche se chodta rahunga.

Use ab bhi yahi lag raha tha ki main nahi jaanti ki woh apna lund bahar nikale hue hai. Main boli: Is, mmm, ye sochne mein kitna romantic lagta hai.

Tushar: To socho karne mein kitna maza aayega? Pata hai is tareeke ko kya kahte hai?

Main: Kya?

Tushaar: Meri gand ko daboch dabata hua bola: Isse doggy style kahte hai.

Main: Tumhara matlab kuta?

Tushaar: Haan, jaise ek kuta kutiya ko chodta hai. Waise main tumhe tumhare chaar pairo par chodunga, Shobha.

Main: Mmmm, tum sachme bohut gande ho par bohut romantic ho Tushaar, kash tum mere pati hote.

Tushaar: Hota to? Hota to kya Shobha? Bolo…

Main: Hota to…

Tushaar apna hath meri kamar se samne mere salwaar ke naade tak le aaya. Main ye baat jaan rahi thi lekin anjaan banne mein fayda dikh rahi thi mujhe.
Tushaar: Sharmao mat Shobha, bolo…

Main: To main tumse abhi isi waqt…

Is baat par woh mere salwaar ke naade ko kheech khola aur meri salwaar dheeli ho gayi.

Tushaar apne awaaz mein zor deta hua bola: Isi waqt kya? Bolo Shobha!

Main: Mmmm, main tumse isi waqt chodwati.

Meri is baat par aur shayad mere muh se sunn woh poore josh mein aa gaya. Meri salwaar aur panti ki chor ko pakad neeche ki aur kheechta hua utarne laga.

Main: Tushaar, ye, ye tum kya kar rahe ho?

Tushaar: Wahi jo tum chahti ho apne pati se Shobha.

Main: Par… par tum mere pati nahi ho.

Tushaar: Ghabrao mat Shobha, tumhare ichcha ke bina main kuch nahi karunga. Main tumhe chode bina pati ka sukh dene ka tareeka dikhane wala hun.

Main sochne lagi ki ise kya pata meri abhi chudhne ki kitni zyada ichcha ho rahi hai. Par main boli: Mmmm, woh kaise,

Is par woh meri salwaar ko kheech meri jangho se neeche utarta hua ghutno tak le aaya. Fir thoda peeche hat kar jhuk kar apna muh meri gand ke paas le aaya aur bola: Jaanna chahogi, sex mein chodne ke alaawa aur kya kya hai?

Main: Mmmm, agar tum sikha rahe ho to theek hai.

Bas mujhe yahi kahne ki der thi. Tushaar apne haato se meri gand ko do taraf phailaya aur fir mujhe meri gand aur choot ke muh par garm hawa mehsoos hui. Woh apni sanso se meri ched par phook raha tha. Waise maine ye tareeka uske taraf se sochi nahi thi par mujhe maza aa rahi thi.

Tushaar: Achcha laga?

Main: Mmmm.

Tushar apne chehre ko aur kareeb laya. Fir apne naak aur honto ko meri dono ched par dheere dheere satata hua sahlane laga.
Main: Mmmm, Tushaar, ye kya kar rahe ho?

Tushaar kuch na bola aur apni jeeb se meri choot se gand tak lambi chaat marne laga.

Main is baar koi natak na kar saki, par sachme maze mein aati hui boli: Mmmm, Tushaar, tum kitne gande ho.

Tushaar kuch pal aur chaatne ke baad bola: Main ganda hun?

Main: Haan, warna kaon aise karta hai? Mere pati kabhi aise nahi karte.

Tushaar: Main karta hun na, kya tumhe achcha nahi laga.

Main bolna to chahti thi ki kafi maza hai isme. Par chup rahi apni sharmo haya dikhane ke liye to woh bola: Bolo Shobha, kya tumhe ye pasand aaya?

Main: Mmmm.

Tushaar ek aur baar meri choot se gand tak chaat bola: Mmmm kya, khul kar bolo.

Main: Achcha laga, bohut.

Tushaar wapas apna muh mere andar le gaya aur meri choot ko chatne laga. Apni jeeb se meri choot ki honto ke sath khelta to kabhi upar jakar meri gand ki ched par apni jeeb ki nok chubhata hua chaatta. Main maze leti hui uski ghodi bani rahi.

Aur mann hi mann muskurati rahi ki Tushaar soch raha hai ki jeet woh raha hai par use meri niyaat ka koi andazaa nahi.

Kuch der baad main boli: Mmm Tushaar.

Woh peeche hat kar bola: Haan bolo Shobha.

Main: Kya main galat kar rahi hun?

Tushaar: Nahi Shobha, main to bas tumhe romance ke tareeke sikha raha hun.

Main: Par kya main apne pati ko dhoka nahi de rahi?

Tushaar: Agar tum aisa soch rahi ho to kya main apni patni ko dhoka nahi de raha?

Main: Mmm.

Tushaar: Ye bass main tumhari madad karne ke liye kar raha hun Shobha, aur kuch nahi mere mann mein.

Main sochne lagi ki mujhe sab pata hai iske mann mein kya hai. Main boli: Mmm theek hai, to kya ham ye waha sofe par kare? Kyu ki mere ghutne dard kar rahe hai aise floor pe baithke.

Woh dheere se uth khada hua aur meri kamar pakad mujhe bhi uthwate hue bola: Chalo udhar chalte hai.

Jaise hi main uth khadi hui mere ghutne par tiki salwaar sarakti hui neeche paaw ke paas ja giri. Par meri panty mere ghutno par kasi rahi. Main use sharmati hui dekh boli: Oops, girr gayi.

Woh apne paaw se salwaar ko dabata hua bola: Chalo paaw nikalo aur use yahi chor kar chalo.

Main: Iske bina?

Tushaar: Ab tumhari training mein iski zarurat nahi.

Main dheere se ek paaw aur fir dusri nikalti hui khud ko ab sirf jangho tak lambi suit aur ghutno par phasi panti mein hokar khadi boli: Aur meri panti.

Woh neeche dekha aur bola: Use abhi wahi rahne do.

Main: Woh kyu?

Tushar: Tumhe use aise apne ghutno par phasaye rakhe chalte dekhna chahta hun.

Main sharmati hui boli: Tum sachme bohut besharam ho.

Tushar meri kamar ko pakad mere peeche chipak bola: Kya tumhe is besharmi mein maza nahi aa raha? Sach batao.

Main: Mmmm, aa to rahi hai.

Ispar woh apne hath neeche le gaya. Aur meri suit ko upar uthakar meri nangi gand ko daboch bola: To fir maze lona. Kyu ye sab soch rahi ho?

Main: Mmm, bas mere pati ke karan.

Woh meri gand ko aur kasta hua pakad bola: Tumhare pati ko kabhi pata nahi chalega. Main apni biwi ki kasam kha kar kahta hun.

Uska lund meri nangi gand par takra rahi thi. Mujhe ye bhi mehsoos ho rahi thi ki uska lund geele pani ki halki boonde bhi chor raha hai. Main boli: To chalona waha chalte hai ab.

Woh dhakka deta hua mujhe aage chalwaya. Peeche se mujhe dekhne laga ki kis tarah main apni panti ko apni ghutno mein tika kar chal rahi hun.

Main use palat kar dekh boli: Tumhe mujhe aise dekhne mein kafi maza aa raha hai kya?

Tushaar: Haan, bohut, tum aise kafi sexy lag rahi ho.

Ye kahte waqt use andaaza na raha ki uska ek hath apne lund ko hila raha hai. Use dekh main chaokne ka dhong kar boli: Ye, ye tum kya kar rahe ho.

Tushaar: Woh maine socha ki tumhari sharam hatane ka yahi ek tareeka hai.

Main: Kya matlab?

Woh apne lund ko jhulata aur hilata hua apne akaar ko mujhe dikhakar bola: Yahi ki agar main thoda besharam ho jaun to shayad tumhari sharam nikal jaye aur tum poore mann se mere class ka maza lo.

Main uske lund ko aise dekhne lagi mano maine kabhi lund dekha hi na ho. Woh poocha: Kya hua? Kabhi dekha nahi kya?

Main honto ko kaat boli: Mmm, sirf apne pati ka dekhi hun, par woh itna bada nahi hai.

Main jaanti thi kisi bhi mard ke lund ki akaar ka tareef kardo to woh khud ko duniya ka raja hi samajh leta hai. Aisa hi hua aur woh muskurata hua mere paas aaya aur bola: To achche se dekhlo Shobha, sharmao mat.

Woh mere hath ko pakda aur apne lund ko meri hatheli mein dekar bola: Apni sharm ko door hatao aur batao kya ye sachme bada hai tumhare liye?

Main uske lund ko apne hath mein leti hui boli: Hmmm, bada hai, aur mota bhi.

Tushaar: Kya tumhe apne pati ke lund se chudne mein maza aata hai?

Main: Hmmm, aata hai.

Tushaar: To socho itne bade lund se kitna maza aayega?

Main: Nahi baba, mere pati ka hi theek hai.

Tushaar: Kyu?

Main apni hath mein uske lund ko kasti hui boli: Itna mota to meri phaad hi dega.

Woh mere hath ko pakda aur mujhe sakti ke sath palatta hua dhakel kar sofe par chahda kar ghutno par baitha diya. Uski is akramakta par main poochi: Ye tum kya kar rahe ho?

Woh mere peeche tha aur neeche meri suit uthakar meri gand par hath sahlata hua bola: Kya tumhe sakt mard pasand nahi?

Main: Sakt matlab? Romance mein sakt kyu?

Main aage bolti isse pahle woh meri gand par thappad maar bola: Agar tumhara pati aise sakt hokar tumhari gand par thappad mare to tumhe achcha nahi lagega?

Main uski maar ki chubhan mein boli: Ahhh, mmmm pata nahi.

Woh ek aur thappad mara aur bola: Sach batao, kya tumhe achcha nahi lag raha?

Main: Mmm, lag rahi hai.

Woh apna hath mere jangho ke beech le gaya. Meri geeli choot ki honto ko marodta hua sahla kar bola: Agar tumhara pati ek sakt mard bankar choda to kya tumhe maza nahi aayega?

Main: Mmmm, bohut, bohut maza ayega.

Lekin Tushaar ki masti pe pani pherte hue usi waqt darwaaze ki ghanti baji. Aur woh chidta hua bola: Are yaar ab ye kaon hai?

Bhale woh nahi jaanta tha. Lekin main jaanti thi ki ye kaon ho sakta hai.

To be continued.

Hi everyone! Long time no see with a story. This one is pretty much personal and still, gives me jolts. Now, let’s head to what happened.

Every guy can go through marriage but not every guy can get over at least one of their ex. And this one is what happened with my ex-girlfriend and how things uncovered becoming the most unpredictable moment of my life. I am dedicating it to all guys who remember their ex even after decades have passed.

Short recap about our relationship. It was one in which we never got to say goodbye and an expected outcome of a long-distance relationship.

To the date of the incident, I was running off to catch a train that day. I got on the train, found a single-seater since it was day-travel. Bored to death, I was scrolling Facebook and Instagram back to back.

That happened. The voice. I heard it again after years and still makes me skip a heartbeat for that love. It was her voice singing a melody for a baby. I felt that pain in my veins to have broken up after having a soul mate connection with her. I wished it was not real. The reality strikes again.

Now, don’t think of me as weak, but without that pain, I wouldn’t have learned that I had so much courage to love and care for the one. I told myself screw you and got past 3 rows and found her singing a lullaby for the baby. Now it was more like whispers.

Hey! That came with a pat from the nearby guy whom I realized it was her brother-in-law and sister who had accompanied her. Her whole family knew me as her friend.

Worse by far, I was looking at her with the gaze from the old days and seeing her in a white printed transparent saree with a sleeveless golden blouse having that charismatic smile and shushing not to talk.

To tell about my ex-lover, she was a normal kind of short, lean girl with a fairy white complexion, like actress Rashmika Mandanna physique in the tone of Rashi Khanna. That smile of hers, oh God, it really sends so much energy. It is for every guy looking at the girl they love.

Back to my realization, I was offered a seat and that was where the awkwardness set in. I knew she was married and still was seeing her mangalsutra but I had cut off later developments like the baby in her hands. That was when her sister took the baby from her hand so that we could talk.

She asked me where my seat was, walked back, and settled down on the one to one side seats facing each other. Damn, I wanted to give my ex-girlfriend a normal hug just to pretend that I had moved on. The sight of the mangalsutra kept me in proper senses.

Talking to one’s ex as if nothing happened is an art only woman can master. We started with the standard how are you? Your family? Your job? etc etc about each other.

I had quit the thought of love/marriage after the breakup and been mostly a workaholic. She had passed a few bank exams and was in a good position by then.

Straightly to the tragic part about her husband, she told me that her marriage didn’t go well since her husband was gay and was not physically involved with her. She was devastated and after many incidents, she had filed for divorce so that she can have a partner who can physically, emotionally and mentally be her husband.

Being a regular reader in ISS, I couldn’t stop thinking of this as an opportunity to express my love but also to bang a married virgin hard with all the pleasure my body can muster.

I quickly stood up and went near the compartment door calming myself and my dear boy inside the pants. There there, don’t think of me as a sick idiot to think so bad when an ex shares her miseries in life.

The thought that this was not any other woman but the love of my heart, the one who showed me how to love more and more deeper even it’s difficult brought me back to my senses.

My married ex-girlfriend came along near to the door to check on me and put her hand around me (our old way of talking to one other where the other one should always listen without making any interruption). “I know it had been worse but I had been over the tragedy and thinking about a new life after divorce”, she said.

It felt as she had completely gone cold about her feelings and of being loved. Realizing my look, she withdrew her hand saying that she knew how much I loved her and be more than happy to take her back but it was too late for us so no ideas there.

So we went back to her seat and exchanged our work experiences, laugh things around. The destination arrived and we exchanged numbers. We both hadn’t changed our numbers for like 7 years and I know hers by heart.

Days passed, but the thought of her never left my head like old times. Mind you, I am not a person who controls or pestering-type, but was madly, deeply in love with her.

Just like in the Twilight series, imprinting on someone is like making a mark on a person that binds both mind and soul of two persons for life where one becomes everything of the other.

I felt I had imprinted on her and my thoughts pacing inside my head about her well-being, her smile, her energy, the way she goes on about lifting the spirit of others with her excitement, such optimistic outlook, such genuine and innocent being. It does feel like describing a child but that is how much I cared for and mind you, she was courageous on top of all these.

I promised myself I shouldn’t be going back in my ex-girlfriend’s life after her marriage and now since her marriage was screwed up, after a month, I called her and talked casually. Here is one thing about women. You can never talk things casually to a woman you love without raising an alert of 0.01%.

She told me not to worry about her and that she was ok with her family to support and her job to keep her busy. Inside my head, I could see that face which had nothing but the deepest sorrows when she shared about her marriage life.

It is both fortune and pain that you can read the feelings and the emotions when people talk. Always the unsaid things have more meaning than the things that are said.

Exchanging texts like old times, we started to become close to each other again. The second chances are really rare and I was more lucky to come by one to make right for the first time.

Being in nearby cities, we met nearly once or twice a month, often me going to her place and come back. It had been 4.5 months since I made the first call. My birthday was coming around the weekend and she was busy that weekend so I shut myself up staying alone in my rented room as I stay away from my parents due to my work.

The night came. The clock ticked 12. She called me at 12.01 and wished me on my birthday and I slept by 2 after all the calls. I told my family and friends that I am out of town on a job so no one pokes their head around.

In the morning, I woke up next to her pretty face wearing a bathrobe inside my blanket even though I was dreaming. And to my disbelief, my ex-gf came near me throwing her hands around me whispering ‘Happy Birthday’ in my ears and to get up from the bed once my morning wood relaxed.

She stood up quickly and went to make some coffee. Heavens, I was shocked that she even noticed my hardness and most of all, talking about it casually. I freshened up and came out with the towel wrapped below. She gave me the coffee and gave me an action like removing my towel. Her games had leveled up, the second thing to notice.

While I was facing the wardrobe mirror drying my hair, she pinned me close to the mirror and found her bathrobe swinging on the sides to cover me and that was when I realized she was naked the whole time.

She placing one hand in front of my neck and pulling my head back, whispering in my ear, birthsuit ready for the birthday baby and started rubbing her boobs on my back circling, squeezing them both against my back and rolling from top to bottom.

The hot back rub gave off so much heat turning me on and the tent appeared above the towel.

Now my ex-girlfriend hugged me from behind leaving no gap and placing her hands in front over my chest and gliding up and down till the towel line maddening me with desire. And finally, she removed my towel and started hugging and rubbing entirely from behind.

Her one hand playing over my chest hair and my nipples and the other hands brushing from my thighs to my balls.

Her rubbing slowly and gradually left me more and more and I seized one pause to turn around and hug her completely rubbing my hardness over her pubic region, caressing her fair white back and rubbing and grabbing her round ass cheeks.

I held her head in a tight embrace leaning down to her ears, whispering that she was mine from the moment I welcomed her weepy face on the first day of our college; that I want to show her the love she deserves and all the pleasure her fairy white body can wield.

She came in close for a lip-lock like old times but this time, her mind, body, and soul were all in the smooching exploring ourselves while we both caress our hair behind our head drawing closer and closer till our mouth started paining.

I then turned her over and pinned her to the wardrobe mirror on the surface level from behind as she twitched feeling the mirror-coldness arching her head. I spread her legs evenly on each side making a way for my dick and I leaned on to kiss and prod her ear lobes squeezing from her thighs below while I rub my dick under her ass.

Of all the things she could do, she moaned my name out every time I sucked her earlobes making me even more horny. Just imagine that feeling, when your love moans on pleasure just your name over and over again.

Disclaimer: This story is not against gay or any other kind of sexuality, it is just about a woman who was cheated on false pretenses and unable to lead her life inside the marriage.

Come catch up about what happened next in the second part.

Hi friends, indru kathaiyil auntyai eppadi sex seithen endra kathaiyai ungalidam pagirugiren. En peyar Praveen, vayathu 28 aagugirathu, naan ithu naal varai entha auntyaiyum oothathu ilai. En kathali udan naan matter pani irukiren, aanal avaluku ippozhuthu thirumanam aagi vitathu.

Thirumanam aagiyathaal ippozhuthu yaraiyum ooka mudiyaamal veri pidithu thaan irukiren. Naan niraiya kama padangal paarpen aanal ippozhuthu thai vida kickaana kama kathai padika aarambithen. Eppozhuthu kama kathai padika aarambitheno appozhuthil irunthu enaku kama veri pidithu vitahu yar kidaipaargal avargalai ookalam endru kathukondu irunthen.

Kama padangalai paarthaal athu ungal manathil pathiyathu aanal athuve kama kathai padithaal neengal imagine seivathaal athu pengalai ookanum endra veriyai vara vaikum. Naanum kama veri pidithu thaan irunthen, naan chennaiyil irunthen. En veetil thiruvizha enbathaal ennai azhaithaargal, sari naanum village sendre niraiya naatkal aagugirathe endru ooruku vanthen.

Enaku nanbargal pakathu ooril thaan irupaargal athanaal naan pakathu ooruku endru en nanbanai paarka sendru irunthen. Appozhuthu thaan oru auntyai naan parthen antha aunty en idam nandraaga pesuvaargal. Avargal veru oru aanai vaithukondu irukiraargal endru en nanban soli irukiraan, enakum thevidiyakal thaanve vendum appozhuthu thaan avargalai oothu namathu kama veriyai theerthukolalam.

Antha auntyku munbu irunthathai vida ippozhuthu mulai perithaaga pazhuthu irunthathu. Aunty mulaiyai paarthaale enaku moodu earividum athilum nerail oru auntyai paarkum pozhuthu en vayathu pasangal yaruku irunthaalum moodu eari vidum. Antha auntyai paarthathum naan sirithen, avalum en arugil vanthu sirithu eppozhuthupa ooruku vanthaai endru ketal?

Antha auntyku vayathu 39 irukum, mulai perithaaga irunthathu thopai konjam irunthathu athai vida soothu vatamaaga perithaaga irunthathu. Enaku aunty mulai evalavu pidikiratho athe alavu avargalin soothu migavum pidikum. Aunty en arugil vanthu sirithu pesinaal, naan enai meethu en kangalaale avalai ooka aarambithen.

Auntyai vidamal paarthu rasithukonde irunthen, auntyum kangalaale ennai matter podu da endru solinaal. Naanum nangu vazhinthu aunty eppadi irukareergal nan ungalai athigamaaga miss paninnen, neengal ilmaal naan anga kastap patukondu irunthen endru soli sirithen. Apadiye unmaiyaava nee intha akkavai ninaithaai endru ketal?

Ena aunty neenga vera naan unmaiya ungalai patri lam ninaipen, neengal thaan ennai ninaika mateergal naan eppozhuthum ungalai ninaithukondu thaan irupen. En endraal neengal avalavu azhaganavargal endru soli ice vaithen. Aval ithai soliyathum vetkap patu sirithaal, naan iruntha kama veriku ippozhuthuthe aval veetirku sendru ookalam endru ninaithu irunthen.

Mundru naatkal matum thaan intha ooril irupen pinbu mendum chennaiku sela vendum enbathaal apadi ninaithen. Aunty sari veetuku vaa endru kupitaal? Sari aunty varugiren endru solinen. Aval ithu 5 nimidam kovilu sendru varugiren veetil vera yarume ilai endrum solinaal. Sari aunty naan wait seigiren neengal poi varungal.

Aunty vegamaaga nadanthu koviluku sendraal apozhuthu thirumbi aval soothai paarthen. Ippa ena soothu da auntyku, soothu perithaaga irunthathu. Ivalai kavuthupotu oothal epadi irukum endru ninaithen, en sunni sirithu nerathil viraithu vitathu. Epadiyavathu auntyai ooka vendum endru plan potukondu irunthen. Aunty 5 nimidam kazhithu vegamaaga nadanthu vanthaal vaa pa veetikul polam endru ennai veetirku azhaithu sendraal.

Naan bike en nanban veetin arugile vitu vitu aval pine nadanthu sendren, aunty soothai paarthu rasithukonde sendren. Veetirku sendrom angu sendru kathavai savi potu thiranthaal, thiranthu vitu vazhiyai maraithukonde ullle selupa endraal. Naan selum pozhuthu aunty mulaiyaal ennai nangu urasinaal.

Aunty mulai kaambu neendru irupathai naan nangu uranthen, aunty vendum endre en sunni nangu viraika seigiraal. En sunni mulai en meethu patathum nangu viraithu vitathu, aunty udane kathavai moodi thapal potal. Enaku therinthathu kandipaaga indru matter irukirathu endru, aanal epadi aarambikirathu endru theriyaamal irunthathu.

Aunty coffee sapardraya endru ketal? Naan ilai aunty enaku paal thaan vendum endru soli vazhinthen. Aval sari iru itho patu tharen endru soli paal poda aarambithaal, ena seiyalam endru yosithukondu irunthen. Veetil yaarume ilai kathavum thapal potu irukirathu athanaal epadiyavathu intha thurunathai payan paduthi auntyai oothu vida vendum endru ninaithen.

Aunty paal potu eduthu vanthaal, naan sofavil amarnthu irunthen aval neraga vanthu en arugil thudai urasuvathu pola amarnthaal. Appozhuthu enaku sunnni natukichu, en sunni paarthale viraithu irupathu therigirathu. Pant ooramaaga sunni viraithu therinthathu, auntyum en sunni viraithu irupathai paarthaal.

Aunty idam soodaga irukirathu paal endren, udane aval vaangi athai kudithu paarthu nandraaga thaane irukirathu endru solinaal. Athan pinbu naan ethum pesamal avalaiye paarthukondu irunthen, aunty udane glass table meethu vaithu vitu en kanathai pidithu ithazhil oru kiss seithaal. Naanum auntyai kiss adithu ithazhai sappi suvaithen.

Aunty mulai meethu kai vaithu thadavinen, ipaaa ena mola ivaluku athai ennal muzhuvathum pidikave mudiya vilai. Avalavu perithaaga irunthathu, aunty en kaiyai pidithu padukai araiku azhaithu sendraal, naan aval pine sendru soothil en sunniyai vaithu idithu kazhuthil mutham seithen. Aunty hmmmmmmmmm endru munarinaal.

Pinbu thirumbi ennai irukamaaga kati pidithaal, iru periya mulai kaambum en maarbil patu azhinthiyathu. Naan ilamaiyaana pengalai kati pidithu irukiren aanal ivalavu jamunu irunthathe ilai. Auntyai kati pidikave jamunu irunthathu, pinbu nangu kiss seithu ithazhai sapinom, auntykum kiss seiya therinthu thaan irunthathu.

Naanum aunty soothai pidithu azhithen, pinbu vega vegamaaga engal dress muzhuvathaiyum kayatinom. Apadi irukum pozhuthu naan aunty idam veetirku yaravathu varuvaargala endru keten? Appozhuthu yarum vara matargal endru solinaal. En sunniyai veliyil eduthu viten, sunni veliyil vanthathum aunty en sunniyai paarthu sunniyai nandraaga thaan valarthu vaithu irukiraai endru solinaal.

Sexiyaaga aunty bravai kayati periya mulaiyai nirvaanamaaga kanbithaal. Naan oru nimidam urainthupoi viten avalavu sexiyaaga irunthaal. Mulai perithaaga viraithu thukikondu nindrathu, intha vayathilum sexiyaaga mulai vaithu irukiraal endru paarthen. Pinbu nirvaanamaaga kati pidithu padukaiyil paduthu purandom.

Auntyai kiss seithu vitu mulaiyai kaiyil pidithu thadavi kaambai vaaiyil vaithu sapinen. Mulaiyai sapum pozhuthu aunty thalai meethu kai vaithu thadavikoduthu hmmmmmmmmmmmm endru munarinaal. Naan mulai kaambai nandraagu urainthukonde sapinen, pinbu aunty en sunniyai pidithu athil oru mutham seithu sappinaal.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ena sugam oombiya sirithu nerathile enaku vinthu vanthu vidum pola irunthathu. Konjam oombi vitu pinbu niruthinaal naan udnae auntyai paduka vaithu iru kaalgalai virithu kuthiyil poolai sorugi matter poda aarambithen. Sunni muzhuvathum aunty kuthikul irangiyathu, kuthi medaga irunthathu athil ookave inbamaaga irunthathu.

Aunty mulai meethu paduthu matter potukonde irunthen, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaa ena sugam ithu pondru sugathai naan anuba vaithathe ilai naan aunty pundaiku adimai aagi viten endru kuda solalam. Pinbu auntyai doggy nilaiyil vaithu matter poten, intha nilaiyil innum sugamaaga irunthathu. Vegamaaga doggy nilaiyil oothathil auntyku moodu vanthu aval pundaiyil vinthu vanthathu.

Pundai vinthu vanthathum auntyai apadiye paduka vaithen, kavunthu padutha nilaiyil vaithu avan soothu meethu paduthu sexiyaaga oothen. Appozhuthu sema moodu vanthu avla kuthikule en sunni vinthai iraki apadiye kati pidithu sirithu neram paduthu viten. Sunni pundaikul thaan irunthathu, pinbu vega vegamaaga angu irunthu kilambinen. Adutha naatkalil aval veetil kanavan irunthathaal ennai mendum auntyai ooka mudiya vilai.

En mobile number koduthu vitu eppozhuthu chance kidaikiratho appozhuthu ennai kupidu endru soli angu irunthu kilmabinen. Innum call varum endru kathu irukiren, en kathaiyai padithu rasithatharku, nandri vanakam.

Following is a creative work of fiction about passionate foreplay. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents.

In the first part of the story, a beginning has been made where a single question from mom will change everything.

By the time I finished my homework, my mom almost finished preparing dinner. All the while intermittently flashing her naughty smile and exchanging smiles. I was the first to finish the homework. As I arranged my books in my bag, my mind was back at her.

My mom is still in the kitchen, and I went into the kitchen. I picked the glass of water from the tumbler, and my mom turned back to see who it was. Again we exchanged silent smiles. She turned towards the stove to complete the curry. I just got bold enough.

By dipping a finger in the water, I rubbed it over the mid-riff. She just jumped over to look at what I was doing. She raised a hand with the same naughty smile as if to beat, and I moved away, smiling silently. Then she reminded me that my siblings are in the next room by keeping a finger on her lips.

I winked my eye and made a pout with lips as if kissing her, and retreated to the entrance. As I retreated, I looked back at mom, who now gave a naughty smile looking in my direction. In the next few minutes, both my brother and sister had completed the homework. My mom was done with her cooking.

We soon sat for eating. While having dinner, mom and I have exchanged some secret glances and smiles. By the time we finished dinner, I was fully charged up. Slowly both my siblings have reached the bed.

Usually, my mom will sleep on the edge beside my sister, followed by my brother. Then on the other end of the bed to the wall, it will be me. But that day, as she was retiring to switching off the lights before going to bed. I signaled to sleep beside me.

She looked at me and then asked my brother to sleep on the other end, which he liked very much. And switching off the light, she adjusted between my sister and me now. I was on cloud nine, and my mind didn’t know what to do. I moved close to her and put my hand over her.

Her body is now under the blanket. But I could feel the warmth and smoothness of her body. Even though the mind is filled with lust, it was still a mother-son coziness. I want to move out of that coziness today and make her feel the man in me. I waited till both my siblings went to sleep.

My mom moved towards my sister, facing her back to me. I thought that was the right time to make my move. So I pushed my hand inside the blanket and boldly pulled her sari, which was tucked in. That woke her up. I pushed the sari sideways to expose her waist.

She held my hand tightly as if not to move and turned her head to look at me. Since it was dark, we could not see each other, but we know that we are looking at each other. I did not attempt to take a back step. I pushed my waist, which pushed my hard-on on her cozy ass, and gyrated it slowly.

She didn’t attempt to move, but now she left my hand. I used my force to free my hand. Holding it tightly at a proper place on her waist, I pushed my dick on her ass and made very light movements at times. She did not move, nor did she responded to the gyrations of my dick on her ass.

Slowly I got the crack of her ass and stuck my dick into it. She released a low moan as I pushed my dick strongly into her ass crack. I buried my face between her neck and shoulder nape, kissing it. But it was then suddenly there was a knock on the door.

I had to release my grip, and she had to get up to check the door. It was my dad who came in the odd timing again. He went to refresh and came back in a few minutes. He was attempting not to make sounds so that he would not wake us up.

He wanted to take his wife for a fuck in the next room. They whispered to each other and left the room. My mom looked at me as she left the room and closed the door behind her. I was left there un-finished while she fulfilled her husband and filled her pussy.

I don’t remember when she came back, but it was early in the morning. When I got the sense, she was beside me sleeping. Taking that as a chance, I got into her blanket and got close to her. She was awake when I took back my position on her ass crack. She did not respond.

I worked my dick in her crack for a whole 3 minutes and released kissing her neck. Then she pushed me back, asking me to sleep properly and reiterating that my dad is in the next room. I obeyed her instructions.

Over the next 15 days, we continued a similar arrangement minus naughty smiles from mom and our smile exchanges. She is a devoted wife and a caring mother. Only at night, she slept beside me and accepted my advances. My routine was fixed.

I stick my dick in her ass crack and play around, and then dad comes to take her to the next room for a good fuck. Then when she comes back, I finish coming in my pants sometime between 2 AM and 4 AM. This became the routine for us for the next 20 days.

I was eagerly waiting to take our relationship to the next level. After a month, my dad talked about going out of the station for work and not returning until a month. He was giving instructions to mom on how to manage things and handed her some money.

I was instructed to get things from the market whenever needed. As he was instructing, I looked at her. She did not respond with her naughty smile. And realizing that he will leave the next morning for work has excited my hormones. To this was added fuel.

I was asked to get some groceries in the evening. By the time I came back, I was welcomed by my beautiful mom in her most beautiful attire. She was in the best sari of her life, which will haunt me for the rest of my life.

She was wearing a chocolate-colored printed floral nylon sari and a matching colored cotton blouse. As I looked at her, my dick raised to make a tent below my kurta, hiding it in plain sight. My mom could make out the lust in my eyes looking at her.

I halfheartedly completed my homework. I was making more than necessary trips to the kitchen to drink water and watch her. I was watching her so shamelessly that someone can easily see the lust in my eyes. She also could not hide her shyness.

A naughty smile flashed in response to my lust for the first time in a month. I waited for the night to dig my dick. It was night. As usual, I took my place behind my mom, holding her mid-riff and engaging her ass with my hardened dick. But I was a bit bold and was playing with mid-riff instead of keeping still.

At times she tried to hold my hand still. But I whispered a ‘Please’ in her ears. It made her loosen her grip and allowing me a free hand. I played with the waist as I started digging her ass with my dick. I mauled my face between her neck and shoulder nape, talking gibberish.

After few moments, my mom also joined by placing a hand over my head and giving me access to her neck. I moved my hand to her boobs. When I was about to maul it, I heard some movement at the door. It was a moment we got separated.

The next moment I remember her walking to the next room. As usual, she was beside me when I got to my senses from the deep sleep. I just got into her blanket without waiting for the decency of a son to take it slow. She was quick to awake with my action and turned to check me in the darkness.

I made my moves of the act from where I left. She gave access to her neck and waist and co-operated with my digging. But when my hands held her boobs, she tried to push them. With my ‘Please,’ whispers, I played with them till I was released. When I cooled down, this time, I didn’t separate myself.

Instead, I moved close to her ear and eating her ear and ear lobe, which tempted her again while giving life to my dick.

I whispered this time slowly but clearly, “Tonight is going to be our night. I will wait for you in the next room. From tonight till he comes back, the next room will be our room. Get ready for some real action, my mommy darling.”
Saying this, I separated from her without waiting for confirmation.

To be continued.

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My friend and I planned a two days trip to a hill resort in Maharashtra. We are both working with our wives aged 25-30. We are childhood friends who grew up sharing a lot many things. We hardly get time to meet in person on these busy days, as we stay in different cities.

Hence we planned a meet in a hill resort to have the best time. We decided to leave our kids at home to have full-time for ourselves. At 6 am, we reached the place, checked in. He is Prashant with his beautiful wife, Shilpa. I am Mahesh with my wife, Pallavi.

We greeted each other and went to freshen up. We got nice hill view cottages side by side. We had hot coffee at the counter, and we were invited for a jungle trek. Both females said no to it. My friend and I decided to go trekking. It was beautiful on the western ghats.

On the way, we discussed our jobs, cars, properties, and many more things. I asked him how is his sex life. He said it is okay and kept quiet.

I said, “In this busy life with work pressure, financial issues, kids, parents’ health, we hardly get time for ourselves. Sex has taken a back foot. Now the hunger for sex is reduced. We hardly do 2-3 times in a month.”

I thought only our sexual attraction has reduced and envied thinking he has a good sex life. Once I told him like this, he opened his mouth and said, “Same here, friend. We do less than yours, and that is too mechanical. I just come in a few minutes and sleep off. My wife also lost interest rarely asked for sex.”

Then we discussed the reasons for it. We remembered our college days and those beautiful girls. I asked him if he had sex with other ladies, he said no. I asked him what if he gets a chance to fuck another’s wife. He said he got attracted to a female colleague but never got a chance to fuck.

He asked me the same question. I told him I also get excited by seeing other women’s figures but never got a chance. He told me, “Let’s gangbang here if we get some beautiful girl in this forest.” We laughed. I told him, “Let’s try to catch somebody’s wife during dinner.” Again, we laughed.

We had a nice time with our wives, they also became friends, and we were happy. Afternoon we decided to go swimming. It was a nice big pool. My wife wore shorts with a t-shirt. His wife wore a t-shirt with night pants.

Once we were wet in water, I was stunned to see the beauty of my friend’s wife, Shilpa. She was fair, her boobs were beautiful, and I could see her nipples in the wet dress. They were jumping with her. My penis was instantly hard. Though she was not as beautiful as my wife Pallavi, she was very appealing.

I never looked at her like this before. My wife was a daring lady. Though she doesn’t know swimming, she went deep inside the pool. She suddenly slipped into the pool. Luckily Prashant held her by the waist. I noticed he’s staring at my wife’s beautiful figure, stared as if he’s going to eat her boobs.

She was looking very hot. Anybody would like to fuck her by seeing her boobs visible under her t-shirt. We played in the water, stared at each other’s wives, and came back to the room.

At night, we went for dinner. There were only a few couples were there. We started to have vodka at the bar counter. Ladies were enjoying soft drinks. I asked him to find another’s wife for a fuck. He said he could not find anybody who is attractive.

I said, ” Prashant, are you sure you can’t find a sexy lady?” He said, “Sure, man, no one is appealing to me.” I told him, “But you staring at someone’s wife’s boobs in the afternoon.” He said, “No chance. I didn’t find anybody.” Then I asked him, “Then to whom you were fantasizing in the swimming pool?”

He was shy to utter any words. He said, “Mahesh, you were also looking at my wife’s boobs. Both ladies were wet and looking hot, so we looked at them, that’s all. But I don’t have any intention to fuck your wife. After all, you are my friend. How can I imagine like that?” We were silent for a long time.

“What if we exchange our wives tonight?” I asked him. He was shocked, said, “Hey, no, it’s bad.” I told him, “Do you not want to see my wife naked? Really don’t want to suck her melons? ” We both were tight with alcohol by that time.

He said, “I would dream of having her. But it’s not at all possible as the ladies would not agree.”

“Prashant, I am excited to see my wife fucked by others. I want to have your wife beneath me. You also like to have my wife. Let’s do this tonight.”

He agreed to wife-swapping and asked how to go about it. We planned to doze them with vodka. Both ladies didn’t agree to drink. We both begged our wives made them drink at least 4 pegs. Then they had one glass of bhang and became drowsy.

We all reached our cottages. My sleepy wife fell on the soft bed. I came out of the cottage and called my friend to ask what Shilpa is doing. He said that she is lying on the bed.

We both were really scared to proceed with the swapping. If somehow they come to know, the results would be terrible. “Don’t worry. They are not fully awake. Tie them with blindfolds so that they can’t see. Just don’t talk to them and finish the dream work and come back to your place,” I told him.

He went to my cottage. I saw Shilpa was sleeping. I decide to postpone fucking her. I wanted to see my wife Pallavi getting fucked. So I went to our cottage window, which was open. The light was dim. My wife was sleeping on the bed with her sexy boobs inviting to be squeezed.

Prashant went inside and was staring at her beauty. He went to her and kissed her cheeks and forehead. She moaned, “Darling, why are you late? Let’s do it.” He took a small cloth and tied it to her eyes. She asked, “Oh, darling, what’s special today? Why are you blindfolding me.”

Prashant didn’t speak, started to kiss her. Her forehead, her cheeks, her pink lips, he was enjoying every inch of her beauty. They had a long smooch. They ate each other’s lips and sucking tongues. She was gently moaning. He continued licking and kissing her neck and kept squeezing her nice pair of 36 sized boobs.

She was halfway to heaven. He then went behind her, made her sit, started kissing her neck and grinding her breasts. Then he opened her t-shirt and again squeezed melons. He opened her bra, took both breasts in his hands, and squeezed as if he saw breasts for the first time.

He licked her back, which might have given current to my sexy wife, Pallavi.
Then he laid her on the bed and started to suck her boobs like a baby. She was moaning with pleasure. He sucked her boobs like mangoes and started licking her round navel. It looks damn sexy in a saree.

He opened her shorts and saw her red panty, which was wet already. He kissed and licked her inner thighs. As he went near her love hole, she shivered. He removed her panty and saw my wife’s beautiful pink rose vagina. He was in heaven seeing her naked, immediately started licking and kissing her vagina.

My wife was unable to control the pleasure and was moaning loudly. He kept licking her love juice. My wife secreted a lot of juice when she is excited. He kept drinking her love juice and inserted his two fingers. She begged for the deep fuck.

He undressed and opened her thighs and inserted his long hard rod into her pink rose. She was moaning like never before. I thought he’s giving more pleasure to my wife than I ever gave her. His penis was thicker and longer than mine. He was fucking her like a monster.

I feared he’s going to tear apart my wife’s vagina. I always dreamed of seeing my wife fucked by another man. This day, it became true. He fucked her in a missionary position. She made a loud noise. I thought she came. Prashant didn’t stop, never gave her rest as if there’s no tomorrow.

He fucked her in the doggy style, which is her favorite position, but I rarely fuck in the doggy position. He pushed and pushed his big penis inside my beautiful wife’s pussy. The whole room was filled with her loud moans. I never remember my wife giving so many moans when I was fucking her.

Maybe this is her ultimate sexual pleasure. I was happy to see her get such enormous pleasure. He was a hungry wolf eating my wife’s vagina. Her breasts were hanging and swinging with each thrust. I wanted to hold and squeeze her boobs.

Finally, he decided to come and gave a last big thrust in her vagina and came inside her, soon she also came. Both lay on each other, their sweaty bodies touching each other. I filled my eyes with my wife’s pleasure-filled face and went to his cottage.

When I looked at my boxer, it was wet with my juices, seeing my wife getting fucked. I decided to tear his wife’s vagina. When I went, Shilpa was sleeping with her cleavage visible. I dimmed the light and slept beside her. She was looking like a sex queen, her big breast raising with each breath.

I wanted to eat them like an apple. I kissed her lips and cheeks, bit her cheeks. She gave a light moan to that. Soon we were kissing, and I started to squeeze her boobs. They were bigger and firm than my wife’s. Maybe her husband uses them rarely.

I undressed her and took her one breast in my mouth and the other in my hand. She was moaning. I continued to suck and squeeze them till they were red. Her nipples were erect like my penis. I gently bit them, for which she gave a loud moan.

Squeezing her firm boobs was so nice feeling. My penis started dripping a lot of juices in my boxer. I licked her navel and went to her inner thighs. She had slender white thighs. Her moan got louder as I went near to her love hole. It was looking like a pink rose. Her vagina was oozing with liters of love juice.

I licked all the juice and continued licking her vagina lips, sucked her clitoris. She gave a loud moan and collapsed. Her vagina was full of secretion. My wife never had orgasms with sucking clit or vaginas lips. She again got excited with my continued breast massages and started moaning again.

I’m obsessed with the beauty of her breasts. I gently opened her thighs and pushed my lund. “Aah, so nice it is, fuck me like an animal. It has been so long you fucked me like that. Please tear my vagina. It’s waiting for the good fuck,” she said.

Her face was so sexy and erotic to see. I fucked her in a missionary position for 20 minutes, and she told me she’s cumming. I kept squeezing her breasts and kept fucking and released my load inside her. She was in heaven’s pleasure. I slept beside Shilpa and fondled my favorite pair of breasts.

I switched off the lights and inserted my fingers inside her hot dripping vagina. She asked, “Not satisfied yet?” I didn’t talk. She held my flaccid penis in her hands and started sucking it. It was a heavenly pleasure. Several times I asked my wife to suck my penis, which she never did.

Getting sucked was almost equal to fucking love hole. In no time, my penis was hard. She said, “Tiger is ready. Please satisfy me.” She was in a doggy position with my favorite boobs hanging and dancing. Her buts were so smooth. I massaged them.

I inserted my lund inside her hot pussy, held her boobs, and started to squeeze. Gently increased my pace and her moans also increased in volume. The room was full of our moans, and with a final thrust, I released inside her. She asked me to finger her till she orgasms.

I put two fingers, her vagina was soo hot, full of juice. I fingered the love hole for 5 minutes, and she came. She thanked me for such a good fuck after a long time. Asked me why I’m not talking. I just said, “Mmmmm,” and came out of the cottage. I hurriedly went to my room.

Prashant and my wife are sleeping naked. I don’t know whether they had one more fuck session or not. But my wife had a satisfactory look on her face. I woke up my friend and sent him to his cottage and slept beside my wife. I wanted to fuck my wife again, but my penis was tired and flaccid.

We got up a bit late, met at breakfast. Prashant and I were smiling at each other. Ladies asked why so. We didn’t say anything and went to get coffee. We didn’t discuss how the fucking sessions went. We had a new desire towards sex life, which was so dull before this happened.

My wife looked sexier than before. We knew it was a bad idea to swap wives. But a simple discussion and alcohol led us to this.

This is our second day. We haven’t planned anything for tonight. Guess what, swapping in the same room? No idea. What’s your suggestion? Should we swap again this weekend?

Hi readers! I hope you a doing fine during these troublesome times! Please keep safe! I know I haven’t been posting my story for a long time. I have been stuck up amid a lot of things.

I am coming to the story about my sister’s friend. For the pretext, my family thinks I haven’t had sex till now. They consider me one of the most innocent people! But the two lockdowns have made my sex life bad. I have been sex-deprived to the core.

I have been fapping my way through these lockdowns as the only option. I was depressed about my sex life and often thought my youth sex life was finished. But I didn’t know what my fate had in plans for me.

This takes me back to when I was a virgin, around 19 years old at that time. I was in my first relationship.  My sister has a very close friend, Vartika, who often comes to our place and stays over. We three, me, my sister, and Vartika, chill together and party.

While partying, my sister told Vartika that I am finally in a relationship and spend a lot of time with her. We were drinking and enjoying ourselves at the time. We were a bit drunk.

So Vartika, in a joking way, says, “Jab bhi sex karega, toh always wear a condom. You don’t want any complications. I always carry a condom with me for grabbing the opportunity.” She laughed. Both my sister and I took it as a joke, and we also laughed with her.

But that dialogue of hers somehow got stuck in my mind. Whenever I used to see her, I used to think she must be wanting a good fuck. To describe her, she is a 27-year-old, 5’5″ tall, with black hair up to her upper back. Her figure is 34-28-36 with good round boobs and a bubble butt.

I used to consider Vartika as my sister and never looked at her in that way. We both used to get along nicely. Whenever we used to meet, she used to hug me and pull my cheeks. She calls me ‘Cutie’ thanks to the innocent cute face that I have.

So during the first lockdown, I had my breakup. I used to be alone all the time and started fapping a lot. I got into a habit of fapping every single day. I couldn’t stop it, no matter how much I wanted to stop!

Between the lockdowns, one day while roaming in the market, I saw Vartika. We hugged as usual. There were no feelings other than that of a brother’s for his sister.  We went to have coffee and chatted for about 2 hours. While talking, I got to know that her parents are looking for a guy to get her married.

Because of that, she had to break up with her boyfriend.  I told her about my breakup in the lockdown while sitting in the café. We chatted about a few other things as well.

We both then left for our house, and we forgot about the conversation. During the second lockdown, I again started fapping every day.

My sister had come for a stay during the lockdown. So while chilling one day, we came to talk about Vartika. My sister video called her, and we three talked for about an hour. We invited her to our house the next day. Thankfully she lives just 2-3 lanes far from our house, so it was easy to come.

The next day Vartika came in a beautiful blue one-piece dress. She looked hot as always. I sprayed her hands with sanitizer. She walked into our house. I walked behind her. For the first time in all these years, I saw her bubble butt swaying and bouncing as she walked.

I could identify that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I thought of grabbing her ass and spanking it hard. I got back to my senses and thought she is my sister, so I cannot think about her like that. I, Vartika, and my sister were sitting in the room. We talked till the time was 8 pm.

We asked her to stay for dinner, and she said yes. After dinner, she went back to her place and left me with the memory of her bubble butt!

The whole night I imagined the scene of her ass swaying as she walked and couldn’t sleep.  I was scrolling my social media as I couldn’t sleep. Suddenly I got a message from Insta. It was Vartika. The conversation goes as follows

Vartika: Why didn’t you sleep?!

Me: Nothing, I was surfing the net. Why haven’t you slept?

V: I just finished reading a book! I thought of checking my messages and saw you online!

M: Oh, okay. So you sleep now!

V: First, tell me, what are you doing? Talking to your girlfriend?

M: Hahaha!  No, no, I don’t have a girlfriend!

V: What? You were in a relationship, right?

M: We broke up last year!

V: So you must be watching porn then.

M: Yaar, di! What are you saying?

V: You can tell me.  It’s normal, and everyone watches porn!

M: What do you mean?

V: To be honest, I was watching porn a few minutes back! Now tell me, were you also watching?

M: Di, I think you need to sleep. You are sleep talking.

V: Oh, please! Let’s do one thing. I won’t disturb you anymore. You continue with your porn. Life without sex is too boring.

M: Well, I cannot comment anything on that. I haven’t had sex! I’m still a virgin!

V: Oh please! Don’t you lie to me, mister! I’m sure you must have had sex!

M: No, no, seriously!

V: Okay, let’s agree to disagree. But just so you know, I have my doubts!

M: Now, what can I say in that? Keep your doubts, I guess!

V: Okay, so tell me, what kind of porn do you like?

M: (After thinking a bit): I’m getting fond of incest these days.

V: Ahaa! Incest is anyways too good!

M: Don’t tell me you also like incest?

V: I watch incest only.

M: Oh, okay. That’s good, I guess! Tell me one thing  (Thinking about the condom discussion)

V: Yeah, ask?

M: That day, you said something about condoms. I just wanted to ask how I should choose the best one?

V: It depends on the pleasure you want to give and receive.

I got shocked as I didn’t expect a straight answer.

M: And I saw, there are flavors and all also! How to choose the best one?

V: That means someone is planning to get laid, haan?

M: No, I have heard that masturbating while wearing a condom gives you ultimate pleasure! So I was thinking of trying that.

V: The flavor depends on your partner’s choice.  But the main aspect is the size!

M: And how do I select the perfect size for myself?

V: That would depend on your dick!

M: Is there any size chart type for this?

V: Tell me your dick dimensions  I’ll tell you the perfect size for you.

M: Yaar, di! This is not good! Chuck it. I’ll see it somewhere.

V: Tell me na!

M: Umm, okay, so it’s 7″ long and around 2.5″ in width.

V: Wow, that’s big!

M: Is it?

V: It would be too much fun with a dick of this size! You just ruined my sleep!

I got the hint at this point and continued the conversation

M: Can we please not talk about all this? I’m sorry I started this topic!

V: I’m not joking! The biggest I have had is 6″!

M: Okay! I won’t say anything about this now.

V: If you go for a hood company, buy XL or take L size for any other company.

M: Wait, buying a condom also had this company issue?

V: Yeah! Why do you think I told you to buy the best condoms? Spend more on a condom so that you don’t have to pay for your mistake later on, Cutie!

M: Oh, okay! Thank you for all this! And good night!

V: Good night? Seriously? You have ruined my sleep!

M: Di, there is a reason I call you didi!

V: Why? Because you like incest?

M: I consider you my sister, that’s it! Nothing else! No other motive!

V: But I love incest na, Cutie!

M: Can we not discuss this further?

V: This is not fair! You have given me something big to dream about and now you are asking me not to discuss all this!

M: Please!

V: Okay, do one thing  Come outside my house in the evening tomorrow and give me a call!

M: What happened?

V: Just come! I need to send some stuff over to your place!

M: Oh okay, as you say! But for now, good night and sweet dreams!

V: Good night and I will surely have dreams tonight!

After this conversation, I went to sleep excited, anticipating something great the next day. As asked, in the evening, around 5:30, I went outside her place and called her. She came and sat in the car. We greeted each other, and she then asked me to drive as per her directions

We reached a market complex a bit far from our place and called someone to send the stuff.  A guy came from the complex and handed her a brown paper packet. She took out a box of condoms and threw it on my lap

I said, “Di, what the hell!” She replied with a smirk on her face, “This is my favorite flavor, bubblegum! Masturbate wearing these, and you’ll remember me! But for now, since we are out, let’s go for a drive!”

I pretended to be shocked and drove as per her directions. Soon we reached a park wall, and she said to park the car here. As told, I parked and, as an innocent child, waiting for her next instructions.

She said, “Okay, so the thing is that I am shocked and haven’t been able to stop thinking about your dick! If you don’t mind, can you show it to me once, please?” I pretended to be hesitant, and she persuaded me a bit. I agreed with her and said, “I am very ashamed that I am doing this.”

She opened the zip of my trousers and took my dick out. Her warm hands felt so good on my dick. I just wanted her to give me a handjob there and then.  She said, “Wow! It actually is big! If I get a dick like this, then I’ll suck it the whole day!”

I was shocked. But then suddenly, she started stroking my dick a bit and said, “You like it?” I just nodded my head. I sat with my eyes closed. Out of the blue, she kissed the tip of my dick. I screamed, “Di, no! What the hell are you doing?”

She replies, “Let me do it! It’ll be fun for both of us! Or you can stop me if you want to!”

As she said this, she took my dick in her mouth to the full length.  I could feel the end of her throat, and she kept gagging on my dick. She came up and looked at me. I just held her head and kissed her soft lips. She guided my hands on her boobs as we kissed. Then she again went to my dick, taking it in her mouth

She was giving me a blowjob, and I went for her pussy.  She came prepared for this as she was wearing loose track pants.  As I rubbed her pussy, I asked, “What if someone sees us here?” She replied, “No one comes here. Just enjoy!”

I was on cloud nine, so I didn’t argue. But I continued rubbing her wet pussy.  She got up and we kissed again. She opened the box of condoms.  She takes one out, and then she opens it with her teeth. For virgin guys, let me tell you one thing  There is nothing sexier than a female opening a condom with her teeth!

She kept the condom on my dick and opened it up with her mouth. She started giving me a blowjob with the condom on. I rubbed her pussy with my left hand and went for her left boob with my right  I took my hand inside her t-shirt and her bra. She increased the speed of the blowjob.

I started squeezing her boobs. After 15-20 minutes of the blowjob, I came in the condom. She got up as I moaned while ejaculating and sat there as I fingered her.  We kissed again, and she bit my neck as she had her orgasm.

She then took the condom off my semi-limp dick and opened her mouth to taste my cum from the condom. My cum fell on her tongue. She gulped it down and said, “Ah! Bubblegum flavored cum! I love it!” She then opened the window and threw the condom out.

She then asked, “I hope you enjoyed it?” I replied, “I wish this could happen every day! It was that relaxing!” She said, “For now, let’s go back home.” But she didn’t let me put my dick back in my trousers.  She said she wanted it in her hands for maximum time!

We reached home as she stroked my dick. It had become hard again and she was surprised. She says, “Wow! You are ready to cum again! But now is not the time!” With this, she kissed me and gave me a love bite on my neck, and left without saying anything.

I become a bit sad, but I was very much satisfied with what had just happened. I went back home with the box of condoms and kept it in my cupboard. I messaged her out of some guilt. ‘Di, sorry for what happened! It won’t happen again! Please don’t tell this to anyone! Please!’

What happened after this is for the second part! Till then, enjoy fapping and fingering! I hope you liked how I took Vartika for a car ride.

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