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It was a very strange feeling. I could not make up my mind whether I should be happy about it, sad, or traumatized! It was the night that changed my life forever. I was talking with my hubby on the phone, who had gone out of Kolkata for a project. I was in a bedroom.

“Oh yeah… I’ll… get it for you… I know how much you love Idli!”

Every word had to struggle to come out of my mouth. I feared I might utter the wrong word, and Krish might get suspicious. Not that he ever thought I would cheat on him. His name is Shankar Radhakrishnan.

But lovingly, I call him Krish, and he calls me Chinna. Just to clarify, my name is Kumari Chinoy. I am a busty fair-skinned woman with an ass you can’t keep your hands off. But more about me later.

I have to get this out of my system. I need to share this immensely pleasurable moment that I had experienced that night.

“When are you coming?… Ah!!” I shrieked.

“What is it?” he asked with concern, “Is it the mangalsutra again?”

“Um…yeah,” I spoke but bit my lip mid-sentence looking down at my bare chest.

“Chinna, how many times have I told you. Just go to the goldsmith and get the pointy part of it fixed. He won’t charge much. Are you going to scream every time it hurts you?”

“Ahhh!” I screamed louder.

“See, you did it again,” he responded.

I looked down at my huge dangling breasts again. It was not the mangalsutra that was hurting me. At that moment, there was a man aggressively biting my nipple. I was getting a mixed pain-pleasure feeling. So even though it hurt, I didn’t stop him. He was sucking on my tit like a baby.

It was not his fault. I was leaking at the moment. Having recently given birth to a cute little boy, my breasts had grown bigger. I had lost control over them. I would start milking just at the thought of my baby. Talking to Krish reminded me of my baby, and so I started lactating.

Some men get disgusted by the smell of a mother’s milk but not this guy. He quickly pounced on me, pinned me to the bed with his huge muscular arms, and started sucking aggressively. Throughout the phone call, he was drinking my breast milk patiently.

The instant my breasts were dry, he looked up and then whispered in my ear, “Enough with chit-chat. Things are going to get intense. Unless you want your husband to hear what is to happen, hang up. Hang up the fucking phone.” He whispered.

I did as he asked while he started kissing my neck. While his mouth was busy there, his hands were locating my pussy. He then gently rubbed his erect cock on my vaginal opening.

“I love clean women.”

He giggled while gently sliding in his 8-inch dick. I don’t know why I had to shave my pubic hair that day. Actually, I wear a lot of jeans, so I fear the hair might get caught in the zipper. It’s a painful experience that I don’t want to have again.

“I love clean women!” He yelled as, with sudden force, he thrust his entire dick inside me.

I screamed at the top of my voice. Having given birth recently, I feared rough sex would harm my vagina. Thankfully when I went to the doctor the next day, she assured me that no damage was done.

She mischievously said, “Your husband no longer needs to be gentle in there. Just don’t scream, or you will wake the neighbors.”

She gave an evil smile while gently patting my bare pussy. After that she let me wear my clothes. Sorry, I got off track. Back to the night before.

“Ahhh…ahh… ahhh!” I screamed while I dug my nails deep in his muscular back. The deeper my nails pierced his skin harder he fucked me. I hated being fucked by a man who is not my husband. But I was also loving being fucked by a man better than my husband.

With every thrust, my scream got louder and louder. Well, the place where I was that night, there were no neighbors to wake up. Even if someone were to hear me, they wouldn’t care. After all, everybody goes to a brothel to fuck.What else do you expect to hear?

The hardcore sex that began at that moment continued for the whole night. There was no continuous action. We fucked, I slept, we fucked sometime later, I slept again, and then we fucked whenever he was hard again.

I was drowsy, and things were a blur. I don’t know why a couple of times I felt that the man fucking me was of a different size from the man before. But I didn’t care. I simply received the pleasure and hopefully gave some back while experiencing the life of a prostitute for one night.

The next morning, I woke up exhausted. It’s as if I passed out after a long workout at the gym. There was nobody in the room except me. I was naked top to bottom but clean.

There were many times he shot his thick white cum on my face and my body. Once in my butt hole. Strangely, though, I didn’t have any sticky feeling.

Quickly I wore my sari. “Strange,” I whispered to myself. The blouse and the skirt were fitting loose on me. “Did I lose a lot of weight in one night?!” I wondered.

No. Actually, the guy that brought me in last night was very rough while stripping me. Hence despite it not being a low-cut blouse, I was showing off a significant amount of cleavage.

My breasts were swollen after a night full of sucking and kinky slapping. So much that they refused to stay inside my bra, so I decided not to wear it and then got out.

Walking out of the brothel, all the other prostitutes were giggling, looking at me. Yesterday, I was a beautiful, virgin-like, high society woman. But one night, here, had turned me into one of them. I felt embarrassed. Fortunately, they didn’t know my name.

Suddenly a woman yelled at me from behind. “A! Tere piche ka dikh raha hai. (Hey, your back part is showing).”

As I turned, she approached me. She gently placed her palm on my visible waist and then ran her middle finger around until she touched my butt crack.

“Oh my god!” I whispered with shock.

She slipped her hand in to gently pinch my butt-hole and then pulled my sari up until it was covered. I thanked her and walked away. Getting out of the structure that opened in a back alley, I went around to the front.

There, my other female activist friends were already present. They had their hoardings and posters ready. They were planning the schedule such that the protest that begins in the morning continues till evening.

I could hear whispers, “We have to end this violence! Sex workers are humans too! All brothels have to be closed! And legalize prostitution too!”

I didn’t join that group. Actually, my job is to have conversations with brothel owners, government officials, and politicians to take action and shut all these unofficial brothels. I have a team of my own.

I walked through this crowd of courageous women. I was looking for a fellow activist, a friend, another married woman, and a recent mother named Nisha. One would think her to be my twin, except her skin complexion is significantly darker.

“Nisha,” I spoke to get her attention.

While most women protesters wear western outfits, Nisha is the only other woman who wears a sari. Because this is the most suited outfit for new moms, it gives us ease to feed our baby whenever wherever without taking off all our clothes.

“Kumari,” she smiled, looking at me. Then her smile faded as she noticed that I wasn’t as bubbly and energetic as usual. “What happened?” she asked while hugging me.

“You know… late-night meetings,” I spoke in a low tone to avoid suspicion.

Nisha: With the local MLA?

Me: No. The brothel owner. Didn’t I tell you he was coming from Dubai last night?

Nisha: So, how was the meeting?

Me: Good. He agreed to shut his brothel until the bill for legalizing prostitution was signed.

Nisha: That’s great news! I think we should tell ever-

I interrupted her. Then taking her away from the group of activists, I said,

Me: He has agreed but with a condition.

Nisha: What is it? But, before that, did you get the papers signed?

Me: Yes, I did. Here…

I said, opening my purse. While taking out the papers, I accidentally dropped my bra. Immediately I bent down to pick it up. But while doing that, I dropped the loose signed papers that went all over the place. Quickly we got down to pick them up. Thankfully it was early morning, so the roads were clean and dry.

As we continued to pick, a bunch of indecent men at the adjacent tea stall started giggling and whistling. I didn’t realize that their reaction was directed towards me, so I kept on picking the papers. Then suddenly,

“Kumari!” shouted Nisha.

She was standing in front of me with shocked expressions on her face. She quickly pulled me up and placed those picked papers on my behind. That instant, I felt those papers touching my bare butt.

Apparently, when I bent, the loose sari slipped, and a significant portion of my butt was exposed to those perverts to feast on. At any other place, a decent man would have run towards me to cover it up. But where we were, this kind of reaction was expected.

“You need a change of clothes. Come with me,” said Nisha.

As we walked, she released her hand, and I held the papers in place. Even after pulling it up, the sari stayed significantly low on my waist. Nisha informed the activist in charge, and then we sat in an autorickshaw to leave.

Nisha: What fucking exactly happened last night?

I said nothing. I just gave her a look saying that the auto driver is listening, so it is best to talk after reaching home. Nisha didn’t listen. Instead, she started speaking in English.

Nisha: You can’t go home in this condition. We’ll go to my apartment. Sujoy has taken Hema with him to his parent’s house.

Sujoy is Nisha’s husband, and Hema is a newly born baby girl. She then gave the driver directions in Bengali. In that conversation, she checked if the driver understood English. Once we were confident that he wouldn’t understand a word if we spoke in English, we started talking.

Nisha: So, tell me what happened.

Me: Last night, after you all went home, I waited. Since my husband is out of Kolkata now, I had taken my baby boy to my parent’s house. He’s still there.

Nisha: What happened at the broth-

Nisha was impatient. Thankfully, she realized that even if he doesn’t speak English, he might know a few words.

Nisha: How long were you there at the office?

Me: Actually, the whole night.

Nisha: Whole night! We don’t do overtime. You should have rescheduled. What were you doing there?

Me: That was not an option. The meeting was very intense. At first, we talked. I introduced my proposal. He instantly agreed to it, then came the ‘but.’

Nisha: But?

Me: The owner said he was willing to shut this branch for the time it will take until approval. But he wants us to compensate for the losses.

Nisha: Compensation? How much money?

Me: Not money. He has another arrangement in mind.

Nisha: What?

I didn’t say anything. Instead, I made her look down at my hands, and with gestures, I hinted, “They want us to have sex.”

Me: If we agree, they will select five members from us to be taken to the Dubai branch, for a weekend, every month.

Nisha: For work?!

Now Nisha made hand gestures of ‘sex’ to confirm what I was saying. I didn’t say anything. Suddenly my tongue felt heavy. I got a bitter sensation just like last night when that guy forced his cock inside my mouth for a blowjob. I simply nodded.

Nisha: He has his employees. Why can’t he take them?

Me: He says he wants women… employees of a high standard. Someone like us?

Nisha: Tell me you didn’t agree to that.

I didn’t say anything. But suddenly, I had an itchy feeling in my crotch area. So I rubbed my hand over it. Nisha understood.

Nisha: Did you?

Me: Yes. They wanted to make sure if I could perform.

Suddenly with that thought, I slipped back into the memory of the night before. “It is indecent for a woman like me to do that,” I said to the huge muscular guy. He is the owner of that brothel who came from Dubai. He calls himself Gunna.

“I know, but changing society is not easy. There’s a price to everything. The question is, are you willing to pay?” he said, eyeing my huge breasts.

I ensured my pallu was in place, but it was as if he saw through it. I was heavily conflicted after this proposal. For the first time, we were able to break through the barriers. Gunna is the owner of a chain of brothels all over India. The price was high, personally, but the change was necessary for the greater good.

The lady politicians had agreed to draft the bill to legalize prostitution. For such sensitive topics, the information doesn’t get public immediately. The bill becomes a law secretively. The change happens, and once we see its positive effect, the information about legalizing prostitution will be made public.

Everything was set. All we needed was agreement from the side of brothel owners.

“Oh, come on,” he said with a devilish smile, “You’ll enjoy it.”

I ignored his comment. I was able to hear my racing heartbeat. I started sweating. He noticed that and quickly reduced the AC temperature. I was lost in deep thought. I kept on repeating one thought,

“I’m doing this for those women who sell their bodies for money. They give pleasure, and yet they are ridiculed by society. It’s for their better future. Legalizing prostitution will solve so many problems of the sex industry. I’m doing it for them. For them!”

I continued to mentally chant these words, “For them!” I did it for so long that Gunna got bored. He stood up, went around the couch, and then rested his hands on my shoulders. Seeing me not react to it, he slipped his hands lower to cup my boobs. I still didn’t react.

The blouse was too tight for his hand to slide. Still, he tried stretching the fabric to its limit. Thankfully he stopped trying any further. Instead, he gently unhooked the blouse and my bra. He let my tits out. I was feeling all this, but still, I hadn’t decided whether to go all the way.

So I simply sat there, letting him do what he wanted. Thankfully he sent his men out before making a move. I could feel him pinching my nipples. This stranger was getting overly comfortable with my body. As he leaned forwards, he let out a warm breath on my neck.

After massaging my breasts, his hands were fast approaching my pussy. When his mouth was just an inch away from my ear, he whispered, “When something is inevitable, you might as well enjoy it.”

Following that, his right hand located my pussy. He turned my head with another, forcing himself to kiss me on my lips.

“Usually, these whores don’t let you kiss on their lips. You are different. I can sense it. Stick to this attitude, and you’ll make a lot of money for and from me.”

As a matter of fact, I didn’t agree for him to take five of us to Dubai for some rich man’s pleasure. But my body was reacting to his touch. My pussy was already wet. Craving to be touched. The last time my husband had sex with me was when he got me pregnant. My body needed this.

He realized that. After feeling my moist pussy he took his hand out and said, “Before things get dirty, let us finish all the formalities. Where do I have to sign?”

After his signatures, there was no turning back. Hence began the night of aggressive but passionate sex in a cheap brothel. I was bathed in regular intervals with thick white cum.

A loud bell ring brought me to the present. Seeing me lost in thought, Nisha had stopped talking to me. Anyway, she got all the information she needed from me. As I looked around, Nisha was checking the papers. She seemed happy.

The ring that woke me up came from the driver’s phone. He quickly plugged the earphones and started talking. After talking for a while in Bengali, he suddenly switched to English. We were stunned.

Despite being an auto driver, he spoke in flawless English, that too in an American accent. We were confused, shocked but more so worried, “He heard our entire conversation.” Nisha whispered.

We sat quietly until he hung up the phone. Then Nisha softly spoke, “Did you understand all we were talking about?”

When he was about to answer, that was the first time I tried looking at his face. I didn’t see his eyes, but I noticed his devilish smile from the rearview mirror. The same smile every blackmailer gives after he realizes that the fish has caught the bait.

He started talking. With the level of detail with which he had pieced all the information, I could foresee what was inevitable. Despite us being discrete, he understood it all. Picking us from outside the brothel, the protesting activists, the information he had from the local news, and finally our conversation.

By that time, we had reached our destination. Before we got out, I gathered the courage to ask one question. “How did you figure out that I had nasty rough sex throughout the night at the brothel?”

He smiled, thought for a while, and then said, “Based on how you are dressed.” His eyes were laser point focused on my breasts. That’s when I realized that my pallu had slipped. I was shamelessly displaying deep cleavage to this poor horny driver.

Nisha quickly paid him and then pulled me out of the auto. We walked away. But the driver parked his auto and came after us.

“Assuming that a high society married woman to like you might not want what I know about you to become public knowledge,” he said after ensuring nobody was listening, “…and now that I know where you live. How are we going to settle this?”

He didn’t say anything further. After that, one thing led to another, and an hour later, all three of us were sweaty, naked, lying in Nisha’s bed and gasping for air. It was quite a scene. Two busty milfs pressing their flawless naked bodies on a poor yet attractive young auto driver.

All three of us shared kisses. Arvind said, looking at Nisha, “I didn’t think you would want to be a part of this settlement deal.”

Nisha smiled, kissed him on his lips, and then got out of bed. While walking to the bathroom, she turned and said, “Why not? If we are going to Dubai, then we better practice.”

This followed with a devilish smile as Nisha mischievously spanked her round ass. This was an invitation for us to join in the shower. We did that, but before getting out of bed, we fucked one more time.

The night before was a blur, but this time I was consciously enjoying every thrust. I bit my lip as I got the urge to moan. Despite a lot of fucking that happened, Arvind had the stamina to go on and on and on. At the point of climax, I requested him to spray his jizz in my mouth.

After last night I grew a liking to the taste of cum. Arvind generously sprayed it all in without spilling a drop outside.

“Save some for me,” said Nisha, peeping out of the bathroom, naked and all wet. “Come quick.”

Quickly I sucked him dry. While grabbing each other’s butt-cheek, we stepped inside the bathroom.

After the two of us were dressed and he was ready to leave. I walked him to the door. Meanwhile, Nisha was taking way too long in the shower. I handed Arvind his phone saying, “I’ve saved our numbers on your phone. I’m Horny Milf No. 1, and she Horny Milf No. 2.”

I thought this would make Arvind happy, but instead, he stood still. “Oh, so you saw the pictures.”

“What pictures?”

“Never mind,” he said, taking the phone from my hand.

He was leaving but then stopped and said, “Since you are okay with us having sex. I need to confess something.”

“Confess what?!” yelled Nisha stepping out of the bedroom wearing nothing but just a towel to cover her privates.

He looked at her and then at me. Locking eyes with me, he said, “Outside when you asked how did I know that you had sex at the brothel. I lied when I said I guessed. I thought you wouldn’t remember. Actually, I was one of the guys who fucked you last night in the brothel.”

For a moment, there was an awkward silence between us. While Arvind maintained a distance from me, he hugged Nisha while fingering her pussy one last time before leaving. Arvind was leaving, but desperate, Nisha wanted more.

She untied her towel, saying, “Don’t you want a picture of me?”

Arvind smiled, took a picture, and walked away. He stepped out of the house and was gone. The last thing he said to me came as a shock to me.

Including Arvind, up till that point, I thought I had sex with a total of three guys in my entire life. My husband Krish, the brothel owner Gunna and auto driver Arvind. But as it turns out, many more unknown guys roaming around Kolkata got a taste of this horny milf.

“How should I react if our paths cross in the future?” I wondered. That’s when Nisha shook me out of this confusion, saying, “Since we have already started, there is no reason for us to stop now.”

To Be Cunt-I-Nude. But you can read my other tales here.

This is a real incident that happened to me. I belong to a small town. I have three members in my family. Me (Rohan 25), my mom (Sonali 45), and my dad. My dad works in a travel agency.

This incident happened in January 2020. My dad got an assignment abroad. They were paying hefty money so my dad decided to go. It was for a year. Due to a logistics issue, he could not take my mom with him. She had to live alone.

I was working in Delhi. So everyone decided that she will stay with me in Delhi. I also wanted it.

Dad had to leave in two weeks. Since my mom had to relocate to Delhi, she had to pack everything. They did their packing in a week and came to Delhi immediately. Mom had extra luggage so she decided to send it by ‘Safexpress’.

Let me describe my mom. She is a perfect woman. A little curvy, milky white, curly hairs, juicy lips, big ass, and jumbo melons. She always wears a saree, matched with bangles, jewelry, and high heels.

My dad is also a very charming person. They were a couple at Delhi University and my dad made my mom pregnant in the second year. They were deeply in love so they eloped and get married. I was their only child. They are still the lovebirds.

I am also very handsome. I have a well-built body and am 6 feet in height. I live in one BHK flat in Delhi. I used to live with my girlfriend but we broke a week ago. We were very passionate. And now I was missing her like hell.

Mom and dad came to Delhi and I went to pick them from the airport. When I saw mom, my mouth was wide open. I did not see her since last year. Mom had lost a little weight, she was shining. It was clearly evident that she was working out very hard.

We came to my flat. I told them that I have arranged their bed in the bedroom and I will sleep in the drawing room. We ordered food and we started eating. We talked about our relatives back in town and how dad was going to manage his things in Europe. My mom was observing me.

After dinner, my dad went to sleep and mom decided to sit with me in the living room. We were very close. She noticed that I was sad so she asked me the reason behind it. I ignored and asked her not to worry. She went to sleep.

In the morning, mom prepared breakfast and we had it together. My dad went for his visa work and I went to my office. My mom stayed at home.

I came back in the evening. Dad was not yet home. I called him and he said he will be home at midnight. He had some urgent work to do. I got freshened up and my mom asked me if I would like to have coffee? I said yes.

She prepared a good cup of coffee and we sat together we were drinking coffee. She asked me, “Beta, what is the problem? Why are you upset? Tell me.” I said again, “It’s nothing, mom.”

She attempted to know the reason behind my sadness but I did not tell her. She got sad, and asked, “Is it because of I decided to stay with you. Do you think that your freedom will be curtailed? Is that why you are sad.

I said, “No mom, I want you to stay here.” Then she said, “If you will not tell me why are you so sad, then I will understand that this is the reason.”

I said, “Ok. I will tell you.” I told her that I broke up with my girlfriend and I miss her so much. She listened calmly and said, “Don’t worry, these things happen these days. You will find another girlfriend very soon.” She winked.

My mom said, “You are such a handsome man. Any girl would like to date you.” I became relaxed and we prepared dinner together. Dad came and we had dinner together and we slept.

The next day again, my dad had to go for his visa work. My mom said that she was going to meet her school friend who was living in Delhi. She asked me if I can take her to meet her friend.

My dad went and I was waiting in the living room and my mom was getting dressed in the bedroom. When she came, I was mesmerized. She was looking gorgeous.

Mom was wearing a net saree, very thin mangalsutra, matching bangles, and four inches pencil heels. I complimented her and she smiled very gracefully. She was not looking like my mom. She was looking like she just got married some months ago.

We went to the parking. She sat in the front seat of my car. I was not able to stop ogling at her. We reached her friend’s house. She was there at the gate itself. Her husband asked me to follow him so I can park my car.

My mom and her friend went inside. I parked the car and came to their home. When I entered the drawing-room, her friend said, “Welcome jijaji.” I was shocked and was about to say something and suddenly, I saw mom and she blinked at me. She hinted me not to say anything. I was surprised.

Then her friend started telling me about the childhood of my mom. They did not meet her after school. But, she knew that my mom eloped with her boyfriend.

After some time, I said that I was getting late for the office and I left. When I was leaving, a friend of my mom was saying that she would also have eloped with such a handsome man.

I came in the evening, we had tea together, and asked my mom that, “Shall we leave?” She said, yes.

As we were leaving, my mom held my hand. I brought the car near the gate and she sat with me. Her friend asked her to visit again and said bye to me.

As we moved from the gate, I asked mom, “What was that mom?” She started giggling and said, “Nothing.”

I asked her again. Then she said, “When you were parking the car, her friend misunderstood me as her husband and started praising you that how hot and charming you are. So I did not want to correct her that actually you are my son.”

“But mom, this is not right.”

She said that she liked it when her friend addressed me as mom’s husband. I was stunned.

She said, “Do not think too much. We are not going to see her again in the coming days.”

She said, “If you want, I am ready to go out as your girlfriend for one day.”

We came home and got freshen up. Dad came and asked about our day. We had our dinner together and went to bed. I kept thinking about the day and I touched my dick. It was leaking! This was the first time when my dick was leaking while I was thinking about my mom.

I started playing with my cock and I heard someone moaning. When I listened more, I realized that it was coming from my bedroom. I went near the door silently. My mom was moaning. She was giggling and saying,

“Ohh hubby, don’t tease your wife like this ooh ouch. Hubby, no, oohh aahh.” Then I heard her scream, “Aaahhhh. Yesss. Fuck your wife aahhh, oooh, aise hi. Fuck your chick like you use to fuck her in college. Fuck me, fuck your wifey.. yess yess.”

I opened my boxer and started stroking my dick!

“Hubby, your wife is going to miss you so much. Your wife needs you, she needs your lund. Fuck her. Oohh aaaahh yess jaan.”

My dad started moaning louder and he came. My mom also stopped moaning. I went to the sofa and slept. After some time, my mom came outside to use the washroom. I peeked into her. She was looking drained.

In the morning, I knocked at the door, dad came outside and said, “Your mom will come after some time.”

We had our breakfast together and I went to the office. I came in the evening, dad was out. I got freshen up and mom prepared tea. Now, I was seeing her only as a woman. I was ogling at her perfectly shaped ass in her saree when she was in the kitchen.

She asked me if I was fine and I said, “Yes better, maa.”

I started noticing her more now. She also saw me staring at her. But she did not say anything but gave naughty smiles.

To be continued.

Hi all, this is Raj from Mumbai, sharing the experience that I had with my hot neighbour, Nandini over the course of two afternoons.

About myself, I am a 28-year-old professional working and living in Mumbai, 6 feet tall with a normal physique and a 7-inch dick that can satisfy any woman.

Coming back to the story, across from where I was staying, stayed the heroine of this story, Nandini. Nandini was this bombshell MILF.

She was 45 years old, about 5 feet 5 tall, with a beautiful face, big, brown eyes, long black hair that came to her mid-back. She had a nice figure with sexy curves and she always wore sarees that highlighted her 34-30-38 figure.

When I first met my milf neighbour, I was stunned to see this beauty and jacked off many times thinking about her and was waiting for the opportunity if I could have sex with her.

Over a period of time, we both got to know each other very well and I would often end up at her place, for lunch or dinner and I would make it point to try and flirt with her or compliment her body. She always laughed it off, calling me silly or naughty boy.

I couldn’t even imagine how her husband would leave her alone while he went away for business trips for months at a time.

One day, as I was heading to the gym in the evening, I ran into my milf neighbour Nandini in the hallway,

Nandini: Where are you going?

Me: Just to the gym! Why, what happened?

Nandini: Oh okay, I was wondering if you could get some stuff for me from the store.

Me: Sure, Nandini. What do you need? I’ll get it on the way back.

Nandini: How sweet. Here, take the list.

I finished my workout and got the few items she wanted. I rang the doorbell and when she opened it, she looked like a beautiful angel in this black nightie and gown combo she was wearing. I was speechless.

Me: You look so beautiful! Wow, Nandini!

Nandini: Haha! Thank you, you always say nice things about me.

Me: How can I not?

Nandini blushed and took the bag from me and said, “Very sweet of you to do this! Thanks! Come over tomorrow in the afternoon so I can thank you unless you are too busy working out in the gym.”

Me: I will definitely come over tomorrow. Maybe we can workout together. (I said that and gave her a wink.)

My sexy milf neighbour smiled at me again and said, “Maybe we will!”

The next day I was super excited and went to her home in the afternoon. When she opened the door, she was actually in a sporty attire of a t-shirt and track pants. I was surprised by her a little.

Nandini: What? You said we workout together so I am ready for a workout.

Me: Yeah, yeah! I am ready if you are.

What I had thought initially was going to be a routine get-together turned out to be a lot more fun because Nandini and I actually started doing a few exercises together. I was helping my hot milf neighbour stretch and showing her basic exercises like lunges and squats.

She wasn’t understanding the technique properly, so I went behind her, held her by the waist, and began doing the squats with her. Her flowery scent was intoxicating and being so close to her and touching her, I began to have a massive hard-on.

Every time she went down, it seemed like she was pushing her ass further and further into my dick and I was definitely grinding into her as well. I couldn’t believe my luck that I was in this situation with this hot MILF.

After what seemed like an eternity of this foreplay and teasing, she said, “Phew! I am tired. I think that’s enough for today.”

I obviously didn’t want this to end, so hoping for the best, I suggested, “Yes, but it is necessary to cool down also after so many exercises. Why don’t you lie down and I will stretch some of your muscles.”

To my good luck, she agreed and lay down in front of me. I just marveled at the beauty in front of me. At first, I just began to squeeze her thighs and her legs in a gentle, rhythmic motion. She seemed like she was liking it and let out a few, low pleasurable moans. This gave me the green signal to become a little bolder.

I picked up her right leg, placed it on my left shoulder. My hot neighbour opened her eyes and just looked at me, saying nothing. I then began to squeeze her thighs all the way up, slowly and measuringly.

As I was doing this, I was also moving slightly forward due to natural motion, so my erect cock that was poking through my shorts was rubbing on the inside of her thigh. She had definitely seen it and was definitely feeling it but she continued to enjoy my massage.

With every increasing minute, I was getting more focused on my erection rubbing up against her than I was with massaging her. I soon dropped my milf neighbour’s leg and began to simulate sex on her with my cock rubbing up and down on her pubic mound. She just hugged me and let me continue with what I was doing!

I dropped my tracks and let my cock out in its full glory and continued to rub on the soft fabric of hers. She understood what had happened and moved her hand down to find my cock. Her soft hands encircled my cock as I continued to rub on her. She squeezed her hand around my dick each time I made an upward thrust.

After 5-10 minutes of this, I finally bust a nut and cummed right onto her hand and her track pants. I was lying on top of her, breathing heavily into her ear till I was finally done cumming.

I got up and pulled up my tracks, she did too and got up and took all the cum in her hands and put It into her mouth! I was shocked.

She said, “Well, this was a good workout. But I think it’s enough for today.”

I went into my apartment after that and pretty much spent the whole day in a blur just rethinking everything and reliving the memories and jacking off, over and over again.

It was at around 11 pm when my phone buzzed and I saw it was a text from my milf neighbour Nandini that read, “Had fun today, naughty boy. I want some more tomorrow. 😉 ”

I replied, “You are gonna get it, sexy. 😉 ”

The next day I went over in the afternoon and Nandini opened the door naked. Her intentions were clear and I didn’t need any encouragement.

As soon as I saw her, I went in and kissed her. I ran my hands down her back, cupped her ass, and picked her up. We continued kissing with her in my arms and I slammed her against the wall. My dick was hard and I lowered her right onto it. She let out a loud moan as I filled her up.

The horny Indian milf’s pussy was so tight that I felt like it was in a vise grip. I began to bounce her on my cock, hitting her hilt with each thrust. She wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my butt as I continued fucking her in the standing position.

After fucking like this for some time, she let out a scream and came all over my dick. Her pussy juices coating my cock all over.

I gently let her down and she went immediately on her knees and began to suck my cock. She was a pro with the way she moved her head up and down my shaft. Her tongue gliding over my member in hot, erotic motions, circling it, moving up and down, flicking the tip. Her hand massaged my balls as her mouth continued to work on my dick.

It didn’t take long and I blew a huge load right into her mouth and she drank every drop.

I actually felt a bit weak and had to sit down on the couch. She nestled into me and said, “We’re just getting started, big boy. You better be ready to work me out properly.”

With that, my milf neighbour began to stroke my cock, and even though it had just reached its peak, it sprang back to life and she sat over me and began to ride me cowgirl style.

After that, it became one huge marathon session. We fucked all afternoon and all night – doing it on the couch, the table, the bed in every position we could – missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl, 69, prone bone, spooning, and many more.

I fucked her till her pussy and my cock had gone sore. I emptied my cum in her pussy multiple times, on her tits, on her face, in her mouth, in her ass. She was a cum-guzzling slut and she milked me dry.

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That night after I got cozy with my mom, my dad came at his usual time and took her for the ride. I am not sure how much time I have spent in sleep, but I woke with the clanking of utensils in the kitchen. It seemed like morning, and mom seemed to be busy with her morning chores.

I wondered how she could get to work after a tiring night between her son and husband. I remembered the night events. I just jumped in bed and looked at my siblings in a deep sleep. I turned towards the room in which my father slept, and the light was switched off.

I am not sure if he has already left for work or is sleeping. As I was getting back to bed, my sight fell on a piece of crumpled cloth on the shelf beside me. I looked at it keenly, taking a closer look with my eyes. It was my mom’s blouse which made her look hot last evening.

Unbelievingly I took it into my hands and tried to find the ends. I was shocked to see the end it met in few hours. I tried to imagine if this is the condition of the blouse. I tried to imagine what my mom had gone through. I guessed she must have enjoyed it a lot.

At that moment, my mom walked in and caught me red-handed with her blouse in my hands. We looked at each other for a moment, and I was the first to give a naughty smile. She responded to my smile. I boldly mauled the blouse in my hands, making it crumpled, and threw it on the shelf.

Then I retreated to bed to continue my sleep. She walked back into the kitchen, taking the bowls that were kept on the table.

“It’s almost 8. Don’t you want to go to college? Come fresh up and get ready. I am preparing breakfast.” I woke up to my mom’s voice. She said and moved into the kitchen. It was hard for me to concentrate on what she was saying while looking at her.

As her words sank into my mind, my eyes ogled at her swaying ass and back. My dick was beginning to throb. I wriggled out of my thoughts and got out of bed to refresh. My dad seemed to have already left to work for a couple of weeks.

By the time I finished getting into my college clothes, I didn’t get a chance to interact or see my mom. I got ready and sat for breakfast. I remember mom serving me Upma. That’s when our eyes met again for a few seconds. I could not stop myself from giving a naughty smile.

She responded with a smile on her lips. We ate while I secretly ogled at my mom’s body and exchanged looks with her. My brother and sister finished their breakfast first, and I followed them. I got ready and went out to wear shoes. As I was wearing shoes, both my brother and sister rushed out.

I wore my shoes and went inside to say goodbye to my mom. “Mom! I am going. Close the door,” saying I entered the room. And mom was coming from the kitchen. A few seconds and my mom entered the room. She looked at me and stopped while her eyes looked at the drawing-room.

She looked at me again, and our eyes locked. I moved closer to her and moved my hand onto her bare waist to hold it. As I held the waist, I could feel it was warm and smooth. She was neither smiling nor serious but looking at me. I moved more closer, not leaving any space between us.

I looked at her for a moment before I moved forward to take her lips. In a second, I squared my lips over hers and opened my lips to take hers. Both her lips came into my mouth, and the excitement rushed in my body, making blood rush towards my crotch.

My manhood sprang to life. I pulled her closer by moving my hand onto her ass and using the other hand to hold the waist covered by sari. I am not sure how many moments I have kissed her. But I left her lips unwillingly. She removed my hands from her body and said, “Now go to college, babu.”

I smiled, saying, “Sure, darling,” and walking out. I stepped out and turned around. I looked at her, and smiling at her naughtily, I said, “Tonight is my time, and we are going to have a long, fun night.”

“Oh! Have you grown up that much now? Are you trying to be a man now? Remember, you are my son!” she said in a plain tone.

“You will experience what a man your son is and how much your son has grown up. And after tonight, you will forget that I am your son. You will remember the man in me,” I retorted.

She widened her eyes and with a smile “Concentrate on your studies and now go or else you will be late.” I got down the steps, and our eyes met again for the last time before the door closed. I could see a small naughty smile flash on her lips again. And that lifted my spirits for the night as I rushed for college for the day.

As the bell rang, I ran outside the class to get out of the gate first. I could hardly concentrate on the class. My mind was now again flocked with the thoughts of the impending night. There were doubts if my mom would change her mind. To set everything right for the night, I should reach home ahead of my siblings.

I was able to get out of college first successfully and was walking home steadily. I was running whenever possible to reach early. As I was nearing home, my whole body was excited with anticipation and arousal. As I reached home, I knocked on the door quickly.

After a few seconds, my mom opened the door. She seemed fresh and must have tidied her hair. She smiled and walked inside without waiting as I entered. I quickly removed the shoes, threw the socks, and rushed inside. As I entered the inside room, she was not there.

I rushed into the kitchen. She was at the stove and was making something. I went from behind her and held her from back, sticking my hard on to her ass. She looked at me a bit startled, and our eyes met. I kissed her bare back exposed from a very small cut and ground my dick on her ass.

Then I kissed her neck and turned her to my side, turning off the stove while holding her soft waist. I was not a bit hesitant. I pulled her closer and started kissing her neck. My hands hovered on her back and ass while caressing it. I moved our bodies a bit closer so that her boobs were pressed against my chest.

I was madly kissing her, and within minutes we got into a deep lip lock. She put her hands around me and cooperated with my kiss. I was not sure of the time. But my mom released from lip lock and looked into my eyes for a second to adjust her breathe.

She said, “Your brother and sister will come anytime now. Go and change your dress. I will get you some snacks.”

I looked deep into her eyes for a minute pulling her close to me, and said, “Okay! Let’s continue this tonight. I can’t wait to take you to the next room. By the way, what are you planning to wear for tonight?”

“Why? I already wore this sari. Wasn’t that enough?”

“Not enough, my darling mommy. I want you in that chocolate color sari and the 3/4th blouse which you wore when your husband is around.”

“You are not my husband. Remember that. And I don’t have a matching blouse for that.”

“Don’t worry. I will fix that for you,” I said and left the kitchen.

We had the snacks and sat down for homework in the front room. After some time, my mom got busy in the kitchen. I told her that I would be going to my friend’s home nearby to complete some homework together. While I moved out, I pulled out the chocolate sari and blouse and stuffed them into my bag.

First, I went straight to the ladies’ tailor shop. I gave the blouse for mending the damage made by my dad. I used my kid face and naivety to get through.

“Aunty, my mom has asked to fix the blouse.”

She looked at it and said, “It will take some time. Come and get it tomorrow.”

‘No, aunty, my mom wants it today.”

She looked at me for a moment and said, “Wait for some time. I will do it. It will cost Rs.5.”

‘Okay, aunty,’ I said and sat down on the bench. I observed that tailor aunty is also a sexy woman. It took an hour before she finished mending the blouse. I collected the blouse and rushed out from the place by shelling out the amount. It was already close to getting dark. I knew I should be home soon.

I rushed to the shop which ironed clothes. I almost threw them, asking the guy to get them ironed. I was lucky there were no other clothes at that time to iron. But he looked at me weirdly as he took them to iron. It was another 20 minutes before I got out of the shop and on my way home.

I walked towards home with a smile and a sense of gratification. At the same time, I was excited for the night. Before I reached home, I had to buy one more thing.

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Kumar jumped out of his car after his long ride in a hurry towards his unrequited love. He walked briskly across the parking lot. Without taking a moment to look, crossed the normally busy road without care. He maintained a poker face but kept his head down, praying that he would be left unmolested by the time he reached his flat.

He had also refused to join his co-workers for a couple of drinks, despite it being a Friday. His mind was only focused on one thing. Did he make it in time?

He reached the front door and then rang the bell. He waited for a while until it was clear that no one was going to open the door. He sighed and opened his bag to search for his keys.

Then, he heard the familiar shuffle of footsteps. He stopped, straightened his collar, and put on his best “I am tired” face. He heard a sweet voice repeat over and over, “I am coming.”

BAM. The door exploded from its hinges with unnecessary force. It revealed a haggard woman, face slick with sweat and exertion, somewhere between the age of 28 to 36. Despite his best attempts at maintaining a grumpy, tired face, Kumar would always cheer up when he saw that smiling face.

That cocktail smell of sweat, detergent, and shampoo sent his head into a tailspin. When she took his bag, and his hands brushed up against her rough hands, he could feel all his body shiver.

“Welcome back, Kumar-ji!” she said.

“Thank you, Mamta.”

Yes, Kumar was in love with his maid.

“Is Shruti home?” he asked absentmindedly. “No, Madam left for the evening. She said she was going to her mother’s place.” Mamta continued after that, but Kumar did not stop her.

He loved hearing her talk. He would drink in all her mannerisms as she prattled on. Like how she would tuck a strand of hair behind her ear (but only the left one). Or how she would scratch the little mole in her long neck. Or how her nose would flare out when she was excited or angry.

Kumar never figured out when his one-sided infatuation towards his maid started. Was it when his marriage started to fall apart due to problems with his wife’s brother?

Or when teaching lost its luster and purpose that Kumar was sure he would never lose? Or was it when he was exposed to the hardened optimism of Mamta, something that could only be cultured with hardship?

Well, it did not matter to Kumar. He stared at his maid work with his back turned to him. Her simple clothes did nothing to hide her ample curves, stockpiled through the ages.

Despite her best attempts at neglecting it, her face still shone with a beauty that one can only be a gift by nature. There was a simplicity to her beauty that Kumar appreciated, honesty that he adored, and care that he loved.

When she turned around, she frowned, “Why are you smiling?”

“I am?” Kumar asked.

She returned his smile with a radiant one. “Here’s your tea,” she handed him a cup.

“Just one cup?”

“Unlike Kumar-ji, I still have a lot of work to complete, so I can’t sit around drinking tea,” she said.

“Come on. You must be tired. I see it in your face. It’s just one cup,” he pleaded. He knew she never refused a cup of tea. She placed her hands on her hips. (Oh, how he loved when she did that!) Her face scrunched up in concentration.

“Fine,” she said exasperatedly. He watched her return sheepishly with a steaming cup of tea, already prepared. Kumar just smiled.

“What? I knew you would ask me to have tea with you. So I just made extra,” she said with feigned annoyance.

“Did you want me to ask you to sit down and have tea with me?” Kumar said mischievously.

Mamta blushed and looked away. Kumar reached out and gently touched her hands. She looked back at him warmly before pulling away from his touch. Then, after taking a deep breath, she said, “Did you hear about….”

Kumar and Mamta got lost in the labyrinths of gossip and murmurs for hours. Their teacups were empty hours ago. Kumar was always amazed at Mamta’s ability to keep track of multiple storylines of her and his neighbors, diving in and out of different stories, secrets, and affairs, weaving a tapestry of the city’s resident’s messy lives.

One minute, they talked about how the barber’s teenage son was caught smoking with one of his students (a bright problem-child). Then switch to talking of Mrs. Sharma’s latest investment misadventures. Then how the sand mafia was planning to burn down the Blue Mall to commit insurance fraud.

“Certainly, that’s not true,” Kumar exclaimed in shock. “It is! I heard the butcher’s wife talking about it.”

“But, how would she know?”

“Well, you see,” she said excitedly, “Her husband used to be friends with…”

She paused for that extra bit of Mamta flair, “Chota don!”

“No. No way. He was caught years ago. I think I was in college when that happened,” Kumar said.

“Another thing about the butcher’s wife,” she said. She leaned a little towards him. Kumar caught a glimpse of her cleavage. He leaned in closer. She shot two glances to her left and her right, even though they were alone in that room.

“She is having an affair with Mr. Pandey,” she whispered. Kumar looked at her wide-eyed.

“I think what you told me about the mafia. You should have been whispering that,” Kumar said.

“It’s scandalous,” Mamta said, blushing again. However, this time it was Kumar who looked away.

“They always looked happy together. I mean, at least compared to…” Us, he thought to himself, unable to say the words out loud.

“Kumar-ji, I am sorry…” Kumar raised his hand to cut her apology short.

“It’s not your fault,” he said, his hoarse voice surprising him. Mamta squirmed in her seat in obvious discomfort. She collected the empty cups and got up. “I should go now,” she said quietly.

“No, wait.” Kumar got up. He reached out to Mamta. She turned around, hesitant. He hugged her.

“Kumar-ji, we can’t.”

“Please. Just for a while, let me feel….” The words died in his throat as he pulled her closer, his hug tighter. Can she tell how fast my heart is beating? He wondered to himself. Can she understand everything my heart is telling her? Excitement. Shame. Loneliness. Pain.

“Please,” he found himself pleading again. “Please, don’t leave me alone tonight.” He looked down at her, staring into her beautiful eyes. He kissed her.

It was a short kiss, a shallow one, yet, a kiss had never tasted sweeter. The faint bitterness of the tea they just had, swirled inside his mouth. But it was far weaker compared to the ecstasy he felt. He had done it. He finally kissed her.

When they stopped, he met her gaze. He could see a hint of hesitation swim in her eyes. Yet, she said nothing. Kumar lifted her head and kissed her again. As she melted in his arms, their tongues danced and wrestled inside. His hands reached out for her breasts, and through her clothes, groped them.

He heard a quiet moan as he kissed her neck, taking in deep breaths to smell her hair. With great care, his hands slid down, slipping inside her pants. Gently, he caressed her womanhood, enjoying her moans and gasps that grew louder and louder.

Mamta pushed him away. “Kumar-ji, we can’t. We are both married.”

“Broken marriages,” Kumar said forcefully, “we are tied to partners that don’t even love us anymore. Shouldn’t we be allowed to be happy too?”

“Kumar-ji, will this make you happy?”

“Every second I spend with you makes me happy,” Kumar whispered in her ears. He gently cupped her face and stared into her eyes. “I won’t force you to do anything that you don’t want to,” Kumar said.

“You say that after you’ve kissed me?”

“I…I mean…”Kumar stammered hesitantly. Kumar had essentially forced himself on her, consumed by his desire. Kumar tried to force out an apology but found it hard to speak when that lovely pouting face, cute as a button, broke out in giggling.

“Masterji! Do you think I will let you go after kissing me like that? After lighting my fire!” she said cheerfully. “Shouldn’t we be allowed to be happy too?” she teased him and then leaped up into his arms to kiss him.

Now, it was her turn. It was not hard for her hands to find and wrap her fingers around the throbbing pillar of heat and flesh pressing against her. With care, she freed his engorged manhood from their restraints.

As they kissed, she stroked his cock with her rough hands and felt it grow hotter and bigger, as if it was feeding off of her warmth. She could feel Kumar’s heart beating faster, and his hot breath grew heavier.

As a faint moan escaped Kumar’s lips, she squatted down and took his penis inside her mouth. Kumar had never felt anything like this before. “Wow, I never imagined you knew something …vulgar,” Kumar gasped out between moans.

Mamta raised her eyebrows. “A married woman should know a few tricks,” she said seductively before licking his shaft.

Kumar knew he couldn’t last long. He felt the pressure, the impulse build-up inside of him, multiplied with each wet kiss, each stroke, each lick. Yet, he tried to hold on, using all his willpower to keep it at bay.

Mamta only increased her intensity. Her grip on his penis tightened, her head moved up and down his penis at terrifying yet exhilarating speed.

“Mamta, I am…” His semen burst through and into Mamta’s mouth, the thick ropey seed forcing its way down her throat. Kumar himself felt all energy leave his legs as he struggled to keep up with this unprecedented overload of euphoria. He had never cum the way he had right now.

Tiny tremors and shivers raced up and down his body as Mamta swallowed his load, staring up at him with wide eyes, like a cat in heat. She took her time, shaking her hips as she stood up, maintaining eye contact with Kumar, teasing out everything from him. She licked her lips and took Kumar’s hand in hers.

“We are not going to stop here, are we?” Mamta whispered into his ears.

Kumar shook his head. Mamta shot a sly smile. Then, she led them both towards the bedroom. They had barely closed the bedroom door before they started tearing clothes off each other – clothing lying discarded on the floor as the two lovers jumped on the bed.

Kumar showered Mamta’s curvy body with kisses. He slowly made his way down her body, tasting each part of her until he reached her womanhood. Kumar kissed her inner thigh, caressing the lips of her pussy. He used his finger to press on her clitoris, taking great pride in his ability to make her moan.

He took his time, playing around with her, teasing her, before he inserted his fingers inside. He continued his assault, trying to find that sweet spot, his fingers relentless in their pursuit. It only made Mamta moan louder and more frequently.

“Master?”

“Yes.”

“Could you use your tongue?”

Kumar smiled. He knelt. First, he kissed her inner thigh as his fingers slid inside and out. Then, he kissed her clitoris. Then only he forced his tongue inside. Kumar ate Mamta out with fury and intensity, using everything he had done, seen, and heard about.

‘I would do anything to make her happy,’ he thought to himself, ‘God, what a dangerous feeling.’

“Yes! Just like that!” she yelled out as Mamta forced Kumar even deeper inside. Each lick, each touch sent shockwaves of pleasure, shooting up her spine, rocking her brain every time. It built up, bouncing back getting stronger as Kumar continued his verbal attack.

“Oh my…I am…”

Her words were cut short as her back arched back to an impossible angle, and her eyes rolled back. Pleasure. It was a pleasure like she had never felt before. Everything she had experienced before was dwarfed by this orgasm.

It was a storm, a hurricane that blew away all of her sensibilities, all her doubts, and replaced them with one thing. Lust. She only needed one thing. It was Kumar, her employer, her married employer. Yet, she could not stop herself from spreading her legs. She looked at Kumar.

“Masterji! I want you inside me! I want you to ravage me!” Kumar stepped forward, his painfully erect penis twitching in anticipation. Like a beast, he fell upon her. It took every ounce of willpower not to cum immediately, but Kumar held on.

He wanted to see Mamta cum again, her quivering flesh, that deranged look on her face. His movements intensified as imagination ran wild in his mind. Just seeing her naked, moaning, gasping for air pleased him immensely. His grip on her breasts tightened as he sucked on her nipples.

Without missing a beat, she nibbled on his ears. Kumar shifted his focus to her long gorgeous neck. They exchanged a sloppy kiss one more time before changing positions. After a brief respite, Kumar was back at it again, pounding her deep while they shuffled around.

He watched, transfixed as ripples traveled through her massive yet dreamily soft butt. His hands continued their attack on her breasts, teasing her nipples, as he leaned in, burying his face into her hair, kissing her neck, and whispering sweet nothings into her ears.

“Mamta, I want you by my side forever,” Kumar found himself saying.

“Of course, Kumar-ji.”

“No, no more ‘ji’ business. Call me by my name, like you would your lover!”

“Kumar, I want you to cum deep inside me. I want you to make me yours! I want you to forget all about your wife and only think of me!”

“Yes!” Kumar’s movements intensified, his mind focused on one thing and one thing only, to make Mamta his.

“Mamta, I love you! I love you so much!”

“Yes! I love you too!”

Kumar turned Mamta around and kissed her. He continued until he could hold on no longer. An unstoppable torrent of ecstasy flooded Kumar’s mind as his penis exploded inside of Mamta’s quivering, tightening pussy.

The near-apocalyptic deluge of pleasure washed away all of his frustrations, his pent-up anger towards his domestic life. As he stared into Mamta’s eyes, a strange feeling of content welled up from inside. He had found his answer, his anchor, his love, and there was no room for his wife here. It was his unusual feeling for his maid, Mamta.

Kumar and Mamta kissed each other as they collapsed with exhaustion.

Hola folks, I am Rahul from Karnataka with a story of a nympho girl. I am 22 years old, currently working in a reputed MNC. I have constantly been reading the stories on ISS and some other sites. But I feel stories in the ISS are much more erotic than others.

I started reading stories from pre-lockdown time and wished to get laid like those people. Well, I guess I am a bit unlucky in that until now. But I am pretty sure that I will get a chance to get laid with a pretty angel soon. (You will get to know by the end of this story).

Well, about me, I am 5.9 ft tall with an average body and facial looks. I have a 6-inch tool which is sufficient for many sexual desires, I guess. (Let me know this in feedback ).

I am now coming to the lady protagonist of the story. Her name is Neha, with a mesmerizing milky body from which nobody can take off their eyes. It is filled with fats in the right places with a pair of huge melons. Sorry, I am bad at number sizing the body. But those melons are pretty huge than average.

Her hair runs up to the middle of the back. She is of the same age as me, i.e., 22, and lives in Delhi. I am already feeling the bulge in my pants by preparing my mind to write this wonderful story.

Meeting Neha, a beautiful girl on Instagram, is one of the best things that ever happened to me. She is the only girl who I have texted personally till now. She is one of the best persons I have met. She means more than a girlfriend to me.

I don’t exactly remember how I got her to text me. But we started texting casually initially. We exchanged a few kinds of stuff and got to know each other.

We exchanged our pics, too. She was looking like an angel standing in front of the mirror with an iPhone in her right hand and her left hand on the neck. She had a cute round face with little chubby cheeks, beautiful eyes. A mole on the left side of the chin added more beauty to her cute little face.

I guessed that her height was 5.6 ft (which is the exact guess). She wore a black one-piece dress up to just below her waist. It covered the panty she wore, exposing the milky white thighs. She looked no less to any model in the world.

That was enough for me to get a boner. Later that night, I jerked off thrice, seeing at that glamourous pic of hers.

Gradually we started to feel free. We ended up calling each other with couples’ names like babe, bae, honey, etc. This casual chatting went on for few days. Then I gathered my dare to ask her about her sexual fantasies. I got to know that she is still a virgin.

To let you know her sexual fantasies, I am pasting our conversations with her permission.

Me: Baby, can you tell me what sexual fantasies you have? What would you like to do with your partner?

Neha: Huh? You naughty boy! Since you initiated this stuff, I guess there is no need to hide my fantasies and dream in front of you. I will be horny most of the time, fingering myself and feeling the pleasure whenever I get the opportunity to do it. I want to feel some tongue over my pussy and fingers in it.

Neha: I am not ready for sex, saving it for my husband. I want someone to suck me hard and make me cum in their mouth. I wish my partner would tie my hands and legs to the cot and suck my dripping wet pussy harder. I can take anything in my pussy other than cock and want him to make my pink pussy red.

Me: Wow, that’s some nasty fantasies you got, babe. I want to try that on you, and I can be that lucky partner of yours. I want to taste that tight pussy of yours and suck it so hard that all your juices will be dried up in a go.

As I was typing this, I got a surprise from her. She had sent a pic of her cum filled fingers with a caption, “See what you did to my tight little pussy (with a wink emoji).”

Me: WTH! I had just asked about your fantasies, and you are already dripping your juices?

Neha: You want to take a direct look?

Me: What?

I was stunned by this message. Without wasting any time, she sent a pic. It took few seconds for me to download the pic and what I saw is still in my head. The unforgettable first image was her dripping pussy. That was the first time I saw a pussy in real (except in porn).

It was a totally clean shaved pussy leaving no trails of pubic hair anywhere near it. The juice was dripping like jelly from fruit. I understood that she was already completely naked and all set for the show.

I was totally out of the world seeing that beautiful pussy for the first time. Unable to find words to express what I felt. I kept looking at that pic for a couple of minutes.

Neha: Will you say anything or keep looking at that pic?

Saying this, she unsent the pic. I felt a little disappointed that I didn’t take a screenshot of that beautiful view. I only managed to send emojis. I was still in the hangover caused by that pic.

She understood that it was new for me and waited before sending the next message. After few minutes, she texted,

Neha: Come out of the hangover, baby, don’t make me wait. Let’s have some fun, hurry up!

I felt my brain was completely non-functional. I was unable to react to the messages. I took some time and finally replied, feeling unconscious.

Me: What fun? (Still confused)

Neha: Are you alone, baby?

Me: Yeah, I am alone.

Neha: Okay, wait for a sec.

I got a video call notification on Instagram requesting me to join. Without wasting time, I clicked on the join button and entered the call. As soon as I entered the call, I saw her sitting, exposing her huge juicy, soft melons with erected not-so-dark nipples.

That was a hell of a show for me. It was all for the first time I saw it, and I stayed stunned. I kept on looking at her boobs without even seeing her face.

Neha: What are you looking at, baby?

She snapped her fingers, smiling at the camera. I quickly came to my senses and smiled, scratching my head. She kept on looking at her screen, not sure what she was looking at. I was taking turns to look at her face and boobs in confusion. A few minutes later, she talked.

Neha: Do you like these, baby? (Cupping the melons with both hands, giving me a good look. The boobs looked like overweighted for her small looking hands)

Me: (Staring at those round cupped boobs) Uhh huh! There isn’t a guy who doesn’t like this pair of titties.

I wish I were right there in front of her to press her boobs as hard as possible and suck those beautiful boobies. I opened my mouth a little bit. She depicted that I wanted to taste those juicy melons. Seeing me, she started massaging her boobs, slowly pressing them and biting her lips, looking at me.

Neha: Aah, you want me to do this, naughty asshole? (pinching her nipples harder and moaning )

Me: Ohh yeah, baby, please!

I already sensed some pre-cum in my pants and started rubbing my cock over my shorts. She looked at me, rubbing my dick, and gave a slutty smile, which turned me on more. She kept on massaging her boobs and pinching the tits in between. Her low voice moans were so arousing for any man.

After a few minutes, she stopped and laughed at me.

Me: Why are you laughing, babe? (With confuse face)

Neha: (Laughingly) You rub your cock your pants? Don’t you want to jerk?

Me: (Feeling shy) Haha, I want to but…

Neha: Don’t you want to show your dick to me?

Me: I want to show baby, but I am not yet ready to show it now. I feel shy and scared.

Neha: (Laughing loud) Look who’s being a girl here. Okay, you can take your time. You can take it out whenever you feel comfortable.

Saying this, she moved a bit away from the camera so that I could see her wet pussy. She smiled, seeing me looking at her pussy like a hungry wolf. I think she liked the way I was looking at it.

Neha: Do you have a clear view, hon?

In the response, I only nodded my head without taking my eyes off her pussy. She smiled again and asked me.

Neha: Want do you want me to do now, baby?

Me: Anything you want to show me, it’s your show, babe.

Neha: Then sit back and enjoy the free show, naughty boy. (with a grin on her face)

She had spread her legs, took her right hand near to the pussy, and started rubbing the clitoris slowly. Her pussy was already dripping the juices before she touched the clit. Slowly she increased the speed of rubbing the clit, and her moans became loud.

The view of her massaging the clit vigorously and her moans turned me on to the next level. Now I was feeling pain in my pants. She saw me in pain.

Neha: Remember I said, you can take out your cock anytime, baby. (Smiled)

I smiled back and quickly removed my shorts completely, and threw them away. I was looking at her pussy hungrily. I held my cock with my right hand and started stroking it slowly. But still, my phone’s camera wasn’t covering my dick.

Neha: (With a smile) That’s like a good naughty boy. Now let me have a look at your monstrous cock, show me, show me! (She said eagerly)

I kept my phone on the table near me and sat on the chair. I focused the camera and asked her opinion.

Neha: Wow! You have a big cock, baby. I want to take it in my mouth. It’s going to choke me. Awesome! (Looking surprised)

Me: (Shy) Thank you! (Smiled)

She continued rubbing her clit at full speed for some more time. I held my dick again with my right hand and started stroking it. We both were lost in our pleasures. Her loud moans were so pleased to hear. This went on for few minutes. She stopped massaging her clit.

Neha: I want to insert my fingers in with your permission, daddy! (Winked and smiled)

The word ‘DADDY’ from her mouth turned me on, and I increased my stroking speed. And in response, I just nodded my head, giving her permission to insert her finger. At first, she slowly rubbed her finger vertically over the lips of her pussy and took some juice on her finger.

She showed it to the camera. Her fingers were dripping from her juices. And she licked her fingers slowly and moaned.

Neha: Mmmm! It tastes so fucking good. Aahh!

I watched her licking her juices with my mouth wide open. Saliva was dripping out of my mouth. She laughed, looking at me.

Neha: Haha, you should have looked at your face. I wish you were here to taste this yummy juice of mine. (Winked)

Me: (With mouth wide open and looking at it hungrily) I want to taste that juice of your slutty pussy. (Saliva dripped out of my mouth)

She laughed again and took her left hand near her pussy, stretching the lips of her wet pussy. With the right hand, she inserted her middle finger slowly inside her hole. The scene I was watching was unforgettable. I can’t even put it in words how I was feeling at that moment.

I kept on stroking my cock faster than before. She inserted one more finger inside the pussy. I finger fucked her pussy so hard that her moans were loud enough to wake everyone at my house. (Luckily, I was wearing earphones).

She was shivering and bouncing on her bed while finger fucking her pink little pussy. We both were in cloud 9, enjoying each other’s view. We masturbated in this position for nearly 20-25 minutes. I was about to reach the climax and heard her moans getting louder.

Me: Aahh! I am about to cum, baby!

Neha: Me too, babe!

After few seconds we both came to our phones’ screens. We both had made ourselves a mess of ourselves. Cum all over my waist and her cum all over her bed and thighs. I watched my friend finger fucking herself and jerked off in front of her. The friend whom I met online only a few days ago.

We were both happy and satisfied with what we did and were smiling at each other. We ended the call to clean ourselves. All of this happened so suddenly that I hadn’t even expected that we could do anything like this. I cleaned myself and wiped the floor, put on my shorts, and texted her.

Me: Hey, baby! Have you cleaned yourself?

There wasn’t a reply for 5 more minutes. I thought she was still not done cleaning herself. I got a reply from her after 5 minutes.

Neha: Ufff! I had messed my bed so much that it took me this much time to clean it. It’s all your fault.

Me: My fault? You are the one who started sending me pics and started the video calling.

Neha: Just kidding, sweetie, I enjoyed what we did today. I liked doing it in front of you. Looking forward to doing it again, baby!

Me: Me too, darling. I enjoyed watching you a lot. I can watch it all day and jerk off in front of you. I will try to dominate you next time.

Neha: I would love to be submissive to you, baby! I want you to act like my boss and order me around.

Me: Wait and watch! Be ready for the next time, BITCH!

Neha: Looking forward to it, SIR!

We both exchanged good night messages later and went to bed. I was unable to sleep that night. The scene of Neha finger fucking was still so fresh, like a blooming flower in my head. I had to jerk off two more times that night to sleep. That was one hell of a fucking wonderful day for me.

I will come up with the next part of the story ASAP, folks! I hope my sexual encounter with an online friendmade your dicks hard and pussies wet.

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I was on a long bus trip by myself. I was prepared for an uneventful trip, but something happened that changed my mind. At one of the stops, a woman got on. Her clothes were tight, and her figure was fucking amazing. Any man would want to run their hands all over her thirst-inducing body!

She came and sat next to me, and we started talking. She noticed me looking at her cleavage, and she didn’t mind! She teased me jokingly about it, but she didn’t shy away.

It had gotten dark and everyone had begun to sleep off. My co-passenger and I were still talking when suddenly she looked around and then smiled at me. She leaned forward, and my eyes fixated on her cleavage again. She looked back once more, and then pulled her top down and showed me her tit!

I was in a trance. I reached out her tits and gasped as the tender feel of her soft nipple grazed my hungry fingers. I woke up startled when the bus driver hit a sudden break. Apparently, I was dreaming! This realization was such a disappointment.

The second I got down at my stop I was pissed. Once I was alone, I searched for porn to satisfy my frustration. I found a video I liked, but when I clicked on it, an advertisement popped up instead. It led me to a website called DSCgirls.live. Until then, I was not aware of such a site existing for the Indians.

I liked all the sexy, Indian asses and boobs I saw on the site. It didn’t take me much time to pay for some credits via UPI after creating an account.

Then, I scrolled through their long list of hot, horny desi Indian girls and bhabhis, looking for my perfect girl. I finally found her, Dimple!

Dimple was hot as fuck and her body was sexy like the chick from the bus. I messaged her and we talked for a while. I told her about my dream, and she was interested in helping me make my dreams come true, so we set up a meeting.

She came online wearing a tight black top over her soft, creamy and fair skin. Her breasts were squished together fondly. She bit her red lips into the cam and looked back, just like the woman in my dreams, and pulled out one of her juicy tits.

Dimple: Does this remind you of anything? You naughty boy!

Me: Oh, absolutely! Do that again, slower. Moan while you do it.

Dimple: Why don’t you pull your juicy cock out and get comfortable. I’m all yours tonight. (wink)

I got out of my pants and sat down with my cock out. She moaned loudly as she pulled both her tits out. She twirled her fingers around her juicy nipples and licked her lips.

She pulled her top off slowly. I stroked my cock softly as I watched her step back from the camera. She was wearing nothing but a thong now, and it wedged straight into her sexy ass-crack. Her ass glistened in the light, and so did her tits as she turned her head sideways to look and smile at me.

Dimple: Tell me, naughty boy. What did you wanna do with this sexy body?

She shifted from one leg to the other while tilting her head to tease me shamelessly. She brought her tits closer to the cam.

Me: I want those fucking tits, baby!

Dimple: Yea? These juicy tits?

She rubbed her tits into the cam as I stroked myself. She twirled her nipples fondly and moaned as she used one hand to finger herself. She bit her lip and groaned as she stuck her fingers deeper into her pussy.

Dimple: Goddamn! Look at that juicy cock of yours! Can you put it in my mouth, baby?

Me: Bring that mouth closer!

I brought my cock closer to the cam, and she put her drooling mouth to the cam and twirled her tongue around as I stroked harder to what I saw. This was much better than some random tit on a bus!

Dimple: Stroke harder, baby! God, I want that cock touching my dirty body so bad!

I started stroking faster as she pulled out a dildo and rubbed it all over her naughty body. She moaned as she pushed it between her juicy tits and teased me. She let out another sultry moan as she ran the toy down her chest, stomach, and to her hips. She turned around and smacked her ass, and it reddened.

Seeing her red palm print appearing on that ass made me stroke harder as I groaned with pleasure. She put the dildo in her ass and grinded her pussy against it and moaned and I stroked harder.

Dimple: Squeeze that juicy cock for me, baby!

Me: Let me fuck that ass, you naughty slut!

Dimple: Ooh! Slut! God, that turns me on when you’re being mean!

She took some cold lube and squirted some on her thick ass. She rubbed it in as she watched me to stroke. She bit her lips and brought her lips to the cam and made sucking noises as if she was sucking my warm cock. She twirled her tongue and fingered her asshole and then giggled.

Dimple: Is this the shiny ass you wanted to fuck, naughty boy?

Me: Spread that shit open!

She moaned suggestively as she used both hands to pry open her glistening ass cheeks. She put the tip of the dildo in and yelped with pleasure as her juicy ass closed around it. She turned back and smiled watching as I stroked my cock so close to the cam. She brought the cam closer to her ass and moaned louder as the dildo slid in and out of her juicy pussy.

My limit was fast approaching. She turned around and stuck the dildo back in her pussy and sat on it! Dimple rocked her juicy hips back and forth while sucking on her fingers as she moaned and twirled her tongue.

Dimple: Oh god! It feels so good to feel that juicy cock inside me! Fuck me harder!

Me: Squeeze those tits!

She squeezed them and moaned as she bounced and I sprayed my screen with my cum as she continued to rock. Once I came to my senses I wiped off the screen and sat back. My cock throbbed from my amazing orgasm and she chuckled as she moved up and down slowly on her toy.

Dimple pulled it out and sucked on it as she moaned. Her body was sweaty and she loved it. She lifted her arms and licked her sweaty pits and breathed heavily. She squeezed her tits again as I stroked my cock gently.

Dimple: Damn, baby! That was so fun! (giggles)

She moaned again and blew a kiss into the cam as she got up and wiped off her pussy and ass. She waved bye as she ended the call, and I booked another session for the next day! Best purchase I ever made!!

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Following is a creative work of fiction about first time sex with mom. 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.

As I reached home, it was almost 7. Both my brother and sister were already completing their homework. I got down to show as if completing homework and spent the next hour exchanging looks with my mom. My dick was already getting frequently hard thinking of the night.

We soon finished dinner and got down to bed. My mom was last to come to bed. She switched off the light. I winked at her and made a pout to express that I was kissing her. She replied with a smile, and the lights turned off. I was waiting eagerly for the night.

I don’t know when I slipped into sleep. But the watch on the shelf showed as 11 in the radium glow when I woke up. Everyone was in a deep sleep. I got down from the bed and went to the other side. I tapped my mom’s shoulders to wake her up. It took a few taps to wake her completely.

By the time my eyes got used to the darkness. I could sense the tiniest shade of light. I could see her sitting in her place, checking at my siblings. She signaled as if to ask what it was. I raised my hand with a finger showing the other room. For a moment, she looked at me.

I went to the corner where I placed my bag and pulled out the ironed sari and blouse from it. I walked back to her, who was sitting in the room. I handed them over to her. She took still as if she was not sure.

I moved close to her ear and whispered, “Wear the sari and come to the next room. I will be waiting for you.” I walked out without waiting for her response. And I pecked her before I moved out. I pulled the doors close and switched on the night bulb. Then I got down to arrange the room for the night.

I pulled the bed from the cot and put it in the same corner where my dad put it when he did her. I changed myself into the lungi and vest. I was waiting for her to come patiently. It was 30 minutes before she opened the door and walked in. She looked at the arrangements and me for a moment.

I sat like a man on the bed when she entered and looked at her with lust in my eyes. Our eyes met for a moment. She stood there at the door silently. “Why don’t you close the door, keep those flowers in your hair and come here, Shobha?” I said.

She widened her eyes in surprise as she heard me using her name for the first time. I looked straight into her eyes without flinching and asked, repeating my words. She looked at me for a moment and followed my instructions. She closed and locked the door from inside and came closer to the bed.

I was trying to control excitement and hard on. I held her hand and pulled her down to make her sit on the bed. She controlled and fell on the bed. She adjusted to sit on the bed and looked at me. I took the flowers from her hand and arranged them randomly in her hair.

Now in my favorite chocolate-colored sari and 3/4th blouse with a bunch of jasmine flowers in her hair. I could not wait. By holding her waist, I pulled her closer to me. And she loosened my grip. “Please! I am your mom.” At that moment, I just lost it.

I looked at her madly for a moment, and then words flew out of my mouth.
“What did you say? Didn’t you remember that you were my mom when you asked me that stupid question? Why didn’t you slap me when I held your waist? Instead, you smiled shamelessly and naughtily.”

“And you didn’t remember that you were my mom when I was grinding your ass with my dick. You didn’t remember that you were my mom when I was secretly playing with you behind your husband’s back for the past month. You didn’t remember that you were my mother while I was kissing you.”

“Now you come to this room by wearing the sari I asked you to wear and preaching to me that you are my mom?’ I stopped for the words to sink. We are looking at each other for few moments.

Then I said, “Don’t spoil the mood, Shobha. Yes, we were mom and son. But the moment you asked that question, I held your sexy waist. The moment you accepted it, our mother-son relationship ceased to exist.”

“Yes, we are mother and son to the outside world and the family. But within these four walls, and especially when we are alone, I am your lover. I am your husband, and I will fuck your brains out today. So, cooperate and enjoy.”

Saying this, I again pulled her closer to me with no resistance from her. I moved closer to her and buried my face in the bunch of jasmine flowers. As the sweet smell of jasmines blasted my nostrils, I felt intoxicated. My grip around her waist tightened.

I swayed my face in the bunch of flowers and moved my hands to take her beautiful tight boobs into my hands. I took the tight and soft boobs into my hands. I moved my face to the side and kissed the neck. As I kissed her neck, I started mauling her boobs.

She also soon started to lose control and adjusted her body to my acts. I was mauling her boobs with one hand from under the saree on one side and the other from over the saree. We got lost in inhibitions and shamelessly started kissing each other.

After few minutes, I released her. Looking straight into her eyes, I removed the pallu, exposing the tight boobs held in my favorite blouse. She was looking at me as I was removing the sari. I let it slide sideways, exposing the boobs. I held her hands tightly. I made her lie down on the bed.

Her boobs were still tight and standing like mountains which are making me mad. As she rested her head on the pillow, I could see the lust in her eyes. I removed the shirt first and then my Banian (Vest) and threw it away randomly. As I removed my vest, she signaled at me, looking at the light.

I understood that she wanted to switch off the lights. I got up, turned down the lights, and quickly returned to my place beside her. There was still enough light coming from the ventilator above the wall of the room. I could still make out her beautiful figure and lustful eyes looking at me.

Our eyes locked again, and I slowly held her midriff moved close to her. Then we looked at each other for a moment. We both know that from that moment, we will cease to exist as mom and son. It was a moment of lust and pure lust in our eyes. And that moment will alter our lives forever in the future.

We were there looking deeply at each other. It was not love but pure lust for each other. There was a raging lust inside me. With the expectation, my whole blood was rushing to the center of my body as it was slowly getting heavy. This was the moment I was waiting for.

When it is turning to reality, I want to live the moments. I don’t want to lose them to the heat of the moment. My eyes unlocked from her eyes. I looked at her head on the pillow flanked by loosened hair with strands of flowers around it.

Then they moved down to the mounds of heaven, which I can feel are now heaving in anticipation. I understood that she was also ready for the action. My eyes went back to lock with her eyes. I held the loose end of the sari and moved it further down, exposing the midriff.

I moved my body close to her and got over her. I moved my face close to her and rubbed my lips along her jawline. She pushed her hand under my hand and held me on my back. My lips moved till the other end of the jawline and retraced back to the chin, then went to her lips.

She silently opened her lips to me as my body rested on her. My chest was now crushing the smooth, spongy, and stiff boobs while I held her one side of the midriff. As our smooch became deep and crazy, the tongues rolled out to explore each other.

My hand played the soft and stiff waist, trying to push the sari down and blouse up. Then I moved my complete body over her. My legs got between hers as my manhood rested on her womanhood. My hand took her left hand first and crossed fingers while my hand pinned it beside her pillow.

Then she automatically gave in the right hand, meeting a similar fate as her left hand. My chest is now completely crushing hers. My flesh at the sides of the elbow is pressing hers, which is covered with the blouse. I have now literally pinned her to the bed.

Our heads moved from side to side as we kissed madly. After a few minutes, I released her hands. I buried my face between her mounds and held the two of them tightly together, kissing the flesh exposed by her blouse. Minute by minute, it was getting lustful.

My hip started to make movements that poked my dick at the center near her pussy over the sari. I soon realized that she was also syncing movements with my hip. Still, I am playing with her boobs while kissing them and enjoying with my hands and face.

At times I moved above to kiss her neck, push her blouse strips to the sides and bite her shoulder blades. Slowly I started expanding my exploration. I went down, and I suppose I kissed her pussy over the sari where she held my head madly for a moment before I further went down.

I started playing with her foot, kissing and moving above, exposing her calves. They were so stiff, fleshy, and curvy that my hard-on was raging. I furthered, pushing the sari above her thighs. When I started kissing the inside of her thighs, I could feel the nascent smell of her precum.

I started digging her thighs, kissing her with my lips. She could not resist and, holding my hair with her hands, pulled me up. Then we again kissed madly for few minutes. We became still madder, and I came back to her boobs. Now it seems her top hook has loosened.

I was losing to the moment of heat. I held the blouse at the top of the opening, exposing the boobs, and in one go pulled it hard. I could hear the short sounds of hooks coming off and the blouse tearing. That exposed more flesh of boobs. I didn’t wait and pushed one hand inside and pulled the right boob out.

I was wasting no time. I took it inside my mouth. It was too much for my mouth, and I was soon choking over her boob. She was going mad and raised her chest to push it more into her mouth. I circled my tongue around her nipple. Then I left from sucking the boob and making a slurping sound.

I held the remaining part of the blouse and pulled it again. This time all the hooks have gone for a toss, and the blouse tore off. I pushed the blouse to the side while it clung to her. I held the two boobs as they seemed to overflow in my hands.

I started sucking them, alternatively starting now with the left boob. This lust of madness went on for some time. I drilled my dick over pussy mound from above the sari. The sari seemed to crumple between us. I released the boob. Holding her hands above her head’s tights, I started sucking the boobs.

I also started to hit the pussy mound hard, raising the hips. In between, I smelled and kissed her arms while sucking the boobs. She at times got her lips, and we kissed with our lips. I was fully charged up. It was almost close to an hour as I played with her body.

I could not wait any longer, which I blurted out, “I can’t wait anymore, Shobha.” I got back to sucking the boobs and started removing the underwear to get naked. As I got naked, I stopped suddenly and pushed the sari above her waist. This exposed her womanhood.

I looked at her now into her eyes and tried reading her face. But it was already full of lust. I adjusted her legs, widening them.

I said, “That’s it, mom. This is the last moment of us as mom and son. If we proceed, we will not be mom and son anymore. Would you like to proceed? I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow morning and teach me morals.”

“Shut up! Put it inside, you son of a bitch.”

For the first time, I heard such nasty and filthy words from her mouth.

“Okay bitch! Then get ready for the fuck of your life. I will fuck your brains out and make you my bitch.”

Saying this, I was rubbing on her nakedness. She held my dick with her hand and pointed me in the right direction. After tenderly teasing it a couple of times, I entered it slowly. Since it was already lubricated, my dick went inside smoothly.

But I was feeling the tightness of her pussy and felt as if it was squeezing my dick. I waited for a moment to feel the pussy. Then I slowly raised my hip and pushed back. After a couple of times, I raised it slowly back as the dick came out of her pussy but not completely.

This time I thrust it back with all the force. I can hear her say ‘Slowly,’ which was lost in her gasp and pain. I gave her a few more hard thrusts, to which she responded similarly. I continued my strokes. I disrobed her completely in few minutes, making her devoid of any laces of motherhood she still held.

We became completely naked. I held her hands above her head and started sucking boobs as I continued my fucking. At times I exchanged her boobs to her lips for a deep wet kiss. Our saliva was drooling out of our mouths as we were kissing. We lost track of time as we enjoyed the entanglement of sex.

The pace of strokes increased in some moments. The next moments they became slow enjoying their leisure. She wrapped her legs around my heaving waist. I almost want to cum at the moment. But I was aware that young guys like me cum quickly. I want to hold it as long as I can.

I want my mom to say that I fucked her better than her husband. So I was intermittently giving her sudden hard thrusts taking her by surprise. Every time a hard thrust was a surprise to her. I am not sure how long it was, but the knob of my dick started to pain.

Soon there was a pressure building inside me. I know I will cum any minute now. I wanted to give a good climax. I slowly increased the pace and strength of my thrusts. My dick started giving her pussy long, hard and heavy strokes and thrusts to which her whole body was quivering.

As the pace increased and tension built around my libido, she raised her legs, and tights wrapped them around me. But I was mad and continued madly pumping her. We started our wet kiss while holding her boobs and mauling them.

As the thrusts became harder and quicker, her moans also seemed like a train movement. Soon in moments, I was spraying my cum inside her as the strokes slowed down with slow, long, and hard thrusts. Slowly our lips also eased, but we enjoyed the wet kiss.

After few minutes, we disentangled, and I fell beside her trying to catch a breath. Our naked bodies could now feel the air from the fan above us. First, there were gasps to catch breathe, then a silence followed by the gratification our bodies enjoyed.

To be continued.

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Hello dosto mera naam hai Nikita Ghosh. Aur main wapas aa gayi hu apni agli kahani ke sath. Jo log mujhe nahi jaante, woh ye jaan le ki main apki hot bhabhi hu jiske baare mein soch kar ap dil khol ke apna lund hila sakte hai.

Main 34 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekhke pant se bahar aane lagta hai woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade stann aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.

Mere pati ‘Ghosh Babu’ meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte to mujhe doosre mardo ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah pel sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni agli kahani.

Ab main shuru karti hu apni ‘Complaint Karne Jaane Se Leke, Chudai Ki Class Tak’ ka agla part. Is part ka maza lene ke liye pichle parts zaroor padhe.

Pichle part mein aapne padha tha, ki kaise Amit mujhe party karne leke gaya aur pehle hum mall mein gaye. Fir us mall ke changing room mein hamne chudai ka chhota sa session kiya, jisme hame khoob maza aaya. Fir hum restaurant ki taraf chale gaye.

Maine red top aur blue jeans pehni thi aur hum restaurant mein baithe the. Restaurant mein jitne bhi ladke the, woh sab mujhe ghoor rahe the. Meri moti gaand aur bade-bade stann dekh kar sab ladko ke muh mein paani aa raha tha. Amit to pehle se hi meri gaand ko ghoor raha tha.

Fir Amit ne khaana order kiya aur hum dono khaana aane ki wait karne lage. Amit mere saamne wali chair pe baitha tha. Lekin usse control nahi hua aur woh mere paas aake baitha gaya. Jab tak hum khaane ki wait kar rahe the, usne meri jaangho pe haath ferna shuru kar diya.

Fir woh apna haath meri chut ke upar le gaya aur chut ko dabaane lag gaya. Uske aisa karne se meri chut mein firse khujli honi shuru ho gayi thi. Woh baar-baar mere paas aata, jisse uski garam saanse meri gardan aur gaalo se takraane lagti.

Main ab madhosh ho rahi thi aur maine bhi apna haath uske lund par rakh liya. Uska lund pehle se tight ho chuka tha aur ab woh firse chudai karne ke liye taiyaar tha. Fir Amit ne meri jeans ki zip kholi aur apna haath andar daal liya aur meri chut par panty ke upar se ungliya ferne laga.

Maine uska haath apni taango ke beech daba liya tha aur mujhe uske aisa karne se maza aa raha tha. Fir woh mere kaan ke paas aaya aur usne mere kaan mein kaha.

Amit: Bathroom mein chalte hai.

Main: Pagal ho gaye ho? Yaha itne log hai. Aise kaise.

Amit: Aise hi to maza aayega meri jaan.

Ye sun kar main hass padi, lekin maine uski baat nahi maani. Fir usne mujhe kaafi convince kiya aur mujhe uspe taras aa gaya. Waise main bhi garam ho chuki thi, to main maan gayi.

Fir hum dono waha se khade hue aur bathroom ki taraf jaane lage. Jab hum bathroom mein pahunche. To waha ladies aur gents ke liye single-single bathroom hi tha. Ye dekh kar hamara mood off ho gaya, kyuki hum risk nahi le sakte the.

Fir hum sochne lage, ki kya kiya jaaye aur tabhi hame bathroom ke peeche wala staircase dikha. Hum dono staircase ki taraf gaye aur chhat par chale gaye. Chhat par jaake hamne darwaza upar se band kar liya.

Waha par ek aur chhoti chhat thi, jis par paani ka tank pada tha. Waha ek chhoti si seedi bhi thi, to hum us tank wali chhat par chadh gaye.

Chhat par chadhte hi hamne ek-doosre ko kiss karna shuru kar diya. Hum dono ek-doosre ki jeebh choosne lage aur apni thook exchange karne lage. Hum dono ki hi aag bhadak chuki thi aur hum dono ek-doosre ko khaa jaana chaahte the.

Fir Amit ne meri gardan par kiss karna shuru kiya aur main uske sir ko apni chaati mein dabaane lagi. Fir Amit ne peeche se meri top mein haath daala aur meri bra ka hook khol diya. Uske baad usne aage se meri top mein haath daala aur meri bra ko kheench liya.

Fir usne meri bra ko neeche wali chhat par fenk diya aur dobara se mere stanno mein muh maarne laga. Usne meri top ko gale se kheencha aur mere stann baahar nikal liye. Stann baahar aane se meri top aur zyada kass gayi aur mere nipples khade ho gaye.

Fir Amit mere nipples ko chaatne laga aur choosne laga. Woh mere nipples ko chaat-te hue kaat bhi raha tha, jiska mujhe bohut maza aa raha tha. Usne mere nipples choos-choos kar laal kar diye the. Fir usne mera top utaar diya aur meri gardan par daant kaatne laga.

Main jaldi se neeche baith gayi aur maine uski belt khol kar uski pant neeche kar di. Usne mera sir pakda aur underwear mein se hi apna lund mere muh par maarne laga. Woh apna lund underwear mein se hi mere muh mein daal raha tha. Main uske underwear ko chaat rahi thi.

Fir maine uska underwear neeche kiya aur uska lund uchal kar mere muh par laga. Fir maine uske lund ko pyaar se chooma aur lund ke ched ko apni jeebh se sehlane lag gayi. Fir maine uske lund ki ek chuski li aur usko muh mein daalne lagi.

Maine uska poora lund apne muh mein daal liya aur usko choos kar uska swaad lene lagi. Amit ko maza aane laga aur woh dheere-dheere horny hone laga. Fir usne mera sir pakda aur zor-zor se mere muh mein dhakke dene laga.

Usne mere baal pakad liye aur apna lund mere gale tak le-jaa raha tha. Meri saans ruk rahi thi aur mere muh se laar tapak rahi thi. Lekin is sab mein mujhe bohut maza aa raha tha. Woh baar-baar lund mere muh se baahar nikaalta aur mere muh par lund se thappad marta.

Uske baad woh firse lund mere muh mein daal deta aur dhakke dene lagta. Fir thodi der lund chuswaane ke baad usne mujhe uthaya aur mere honth choosne laga. Hum dono firse paaglo ki tarah ek-doosre ke honth choosne lage.

Main uski shirt kholne lagi aur woh meri gaand dabaane laga. Usne meri jeans ka button khola aur usko kheench kar nikaal diya. Fir usne mujhe ghumaya aur neeche baith gaya. Usne meri panty bhi nikaal di aur meri ek taang ko utha kar tank par tika diya. Fir Amit ne meri gaand ko chooma aur bola-

Amit: Kya kamaal ki gaand hai teri, aaj to khaa jaaunga isko.

Ye bol kar usne apna muh aage badhaya aur meri gaand ke ched mein jeebh daalne lag gaya. Mujhe bada maza aa raha tha. Woh meri gaand ke ched ko choosne laga aur apne daanto se maas ko kheenchne laga. Usne meri gaand ko chaat-chaat kar mujhe pagal kar diya tha. Main usko bolne lagi-

Main: Amit aur mat tadpao aur faad do meri is gaand ko aahh…

Fir Amit khada hua aur usne apna lund meri gaand ke ched par set kiya. Uska lund meri thook se pehle hi bohut geela tha. Jaise hi usne apna lund mere ched par rakha, to mujhse raha nahi gaya aur maine neeche hokar poora lund apni gaand mein le liya.

Main: Aah!

Kya chain mila tha mujhe uska lund andar leke. Is dard mein bhi gazab ka maza hota hai. Fir woh meri gaand mein dhakke dene laga aur main bhi apna zor lagaane lagi. Woh peeche se meri gaand chod raha tha aur mere muh ko apni taraf mod kar mere honth bhi choos raha tha.

Main moan kiye jaa rahi thi aur woh zor-zor ke jhatke diye jaa raha tha. Fir usne mujhe farsh par lita diya aur meri meri gaand mein firse lund de diya. Woh meri gaand par baith kar meri gaand maar raha tha aur mere stann zameen se dab rahe the.

Fir thodi der meri gaand maarne ke baad usne mujhe seedha kiya aur mujhe kiss karne laga. Usne neeche se apna lund meri chut mein daal diya aur poori speed se meri chut chodne laga.

Maine bhi apni taange uski kamar ke ird-gird lapet li aur uske honth kaatne lagi. Upar dhoop thi aur main zameen pe thi, to mujhe kaafi garmi lag rahi thi. Fir maine Amit ko kaha.

Main: Mujhe garmi lag rahi hai.

Amit ne mujhe khada kiya aur idhar-udhar dekhne laga. Fir uske dimaag mein ek idea aaya. Usne tank ka dhakkan khol diya aur mujhe andar ghusne ko bola.

Main boli: Pagal ho tum, aise kaise tank mein ghus jau.

Amit: Arre main dikhaata hu.

Fir woh upar chadha aur tank mein ghus gaya. Tank poora nahi bhara tha aur paani chaati tak hi tha. Fir usne tank mein ghusne mein meri help ki aur main bhi tank mein ghus gayi. Fir usne meri chut mein lund daal diya aur mujhe chodna shuru kar diya.

Usne mujhe paani mein utha rakha tha aur mujhe swarg ka ehsaas ho raha tha. Hum dono pagal hokar chudai ka maza le rahe the. Paani mein jab lund andar jaata tha, to zor se chap-chap ki awaaze aati thi. Fir thodi der aise hi chudai ke baad hum baahar aa gaye.

Fir Amit ne mujhe kone mein deewar pe bithaya aur meri chut mein lund daal kar meri chudai karne laga. Usne apni speed bohut tez kar li thi aur ab main jhadne waali thi. Fir usne apna lund meri chut mein se nikaal liya aur muh chut ke neeche karke baith gaya.

Meri chut se paani girne laga aur usne mera saara paani pee liya. Fir woh khada hua aur usne apna lund mere muh ke saamne kar diya. Maine bhi uska lund choos-choos kar uska paani apne muh mein le liya aur pee gayi.

Ab hum dono santusht ho chuke the. Fir hum neeche utre aur apne-apne kapde pehan liye. Hamne darwaza khola aur wapas restaurant mein aa gaye. Hamara khaana aa chuka tha aur dhaka hua tha. Mera bag waha pada tha, isliye shayad waiter ko laga hoga ki hum wapas aayenge aur khaana wahi rakh gaya hoga.

Fir hamne khaana khaaya aur waha se nikal gaye. Amit ne mujhe mere ghar ke paas drop kiya aur chala gaya.

Iske baad kya hua, woh aapko agle part mein pata chalega. Agar aapko kahani ka maza aaya ho, to kahani ko like zaroor kariyega.