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One week turned into two and two into three. We had nothing to fear as Yogita was issueless, and my child was in boarding school. Towards the end of the third week, a package arrived for me. Yogita announced:

Yogita: it’s for you, “A belated birthday gift from your loving wife.”

Me: Open it, darling.

It never occurred to me to enquire about Anu’s whereabouts since Yogi was with me. I asked:

Me: Where is Anu?

Yogita: SSH! Wait and watch.

She positioned herself comfortably between my legs and opened my zip to suck my cock. I supported her head by placing my hand behind her head in her silky bobbed hair.

The video came with a disclaimer, “This video is not live.” The elevator looked strangely familiar. The Milf who entered first looked like Anu, with a black mask on her pretty face. The tall guy behind her looked like Suraj, Yogita’s husband, with a green mask.

The elevator door closed, and I realized it was one of the elevators in my apartment building. The two people inside removed their masks. It was Anu and Suraj, alright.

Suraj had positioned his erection in Anu’s ass crack, albeit with the saree and pants in-between them. She used her red fingernail to comb her sly fringe out of her long eyelashes. Anu’s hair was set to perfection, with its thickness not reduced by the steps cut from shoulder to BSL.

Suraj smelled the shiny tresses and moved them to the front, exposing her silky back. Anu bent her head smiling, showing her dimpled cheek and pearly teeth. She had a 6-inch chakra tattooed between the shoulder blades. She must’ve hidden it from me because I usually liked having sex in a missionary position.

The elevator stopped, and I instantly recognized my apartment building. Anu walked towards my flat, her hips swaying like she had invited Suraj to follow her inside the flat. The flat door was opened by none other than Yogita.

She had her hair in a bun as she had before the bob cut. It was jet black and shiny. Up close, I noticed Anu’s hair was burgundy like I’d dyed it. So it was before my birthday.

Anu kissed Yogita on her juicy lips while Yogita helped Anu to undress. I pushed my cock deeper into Yogi’s mouth and held her silky head with both hands. The gir-on-girl action was getting hotter as the trio was undressing.

I saw Anu’s sexy figure (36-28-36) being unraveled by Yogita. Her white bra was removed first to reveal a gorgeous pair of boobs with erect tits. They shared a big vibrator to pleasure each other’s clits while scissoring like lesbians.

Yogita looked fuckable with chin-length curtain bangs and a black bra while Anu was naked from top to bottom. Anu descended on Suraj’s erect dick with her pussy wide open and started grinding. Both ladies were sitting on Suraj’s loins, facing each other.

Yogi was holding Anu’s tits and started sucking them. Anu smiled with pleasure and arched her back. Anu sat at the foot of the bed, jerking Suraj’s cock with both hands while licking his cock head with the tip of her tongue. She brushed his ballsack with her thick hair to give him a tickle.

Suraj ejaculated, shooting cumshots at Anu’s mouth. One of them missed the mark and landed on her eye. Yogi wiped the semen with her long finger and deposited it in Anu’s lipstick-clad mouth.

Yogi was facing Anu, and Suraj was on his back enjoying the service from two ladies. Anu was imagining someone else, so she closed her eyes and turned around after swallowing the last bit of cum.

Yogita understood and tied a silk handkerchief on Anu’s eyes as a blindfold. Anu was facing away from Suraj and took his cock into her cunt in reverse cowgirl style, her enjoyment evident from the grin on her face. She started fucking Suraj right away with long strokes of her shaved pussy.

I pulled out of Yogi’s warm mouth and embraced her tightly, kissing her thick arched lips. Yogi wanted cock and guided my member into her pussy with her hands, straddling my hip simultaneously. All I could feel while going in was the tightness and slight stubble around her box.

Anu was going faster and faster till she started flailing for grip. I understood that she would climax any second now. At that very moment, I creamed Yogi’s pussy with strong thrusts.

Yogi was kneeling behind Anu on Suraj’s thighs. She fingered her pussy along the landing strip on her mound. Suraj was playing with her v-shaped back and sleeveless blouse when she started getting her orgasm.

He opened her bun and let her side-parted hair cover her tits while he got up to lick the dragonfly tattoo on her neck. Anu got dressed, draped her saree, and wore her cloth mask. Suraj followed suit and got fully dressed.

Yogi was the last to get up from the bed. The camera followed her as she went to the bathroom and shed her remaining clothes before going in. Anu kept her black saree on the bed and joined Suraj in the elevator.

So it was the day of our anniversary, I concluded, quietly switching off the video. Yogita was looking lovely with the sleeveless white dress, showing off her shiny golden thighs and a black retainer on her nose. She spoke to me as if announcing something.

Yogita: I wanted to get bobbed hair to show my tattoo. Making a bun was always a hassle.

Me: Baby, you look sexy.

We kissed like two lovers, our age difference vanishing into thin air. Yogi reminded me that they (Anu and Suraj) would be ‘here’ any minute. I reluctantly agreed to part with her, not before playing with her short hair.

She was too sexy and so much fun. Yogita said I fucked better than Suraj, now that the initial attraction was gone.

Momentarily we heard the unmistakable ‘ding’ of an elevator reaching its intended floor. The doorbell rang, and we broke our lip lock reluctantly.

To be continued.

The story picks up just after the events of Part 2. I (Abhiram) had to oversee my mother’s (Spoorti) first session as a prostitute with our landlord, Ramappa. I watched this session as my mother was scared of violence or worse, given her first time doing it for money. I watched my mom get a hardcore fuck.

Ramappa left at 5 pm. I closed the door behind him and went to check on my mother in the bedroom. I’ll explain the scene for a better picture. I see my mother lying on the bed with her legs in an M shape spread apart, with a polythene bag over her sprained ankle.

Her body was covered in sweat, and her face was smeared with semen. Her sweaty, waist-length hair covered one of her breasts. The other was plopped to the side. Her left hand was on her stomach as though she was in pain. Her right hand covered her face (I could see the underarm hair here).

I could see her vagina in the pubic bush, making me think how moist it would feel putting my hand in there. I was aroused for the 100th time. But a voice in the back of my head said that I shouldn’t as she had just been ‘used.’

I thought she was asleep from the tiredness, and therefore I touched her stomach area and said, “Ma?” I wanted to squeeze her breasts which were centimeters away from my hand now.

She saw me, and I could see her face going red. She immediately turned to her side, facing her back to me. Now I could see her bubble butt. Her stomach line showed small fat tires.

“He left?”

“Yes, Ma.”

“Beta, you leave me alone here and go sleep in the hall.”

I didn’t feel like trying to get her to have sex with me at the moment, given her pain and the fact that Ramappa had just been there. It turned me down a bit. But I thought I could at least get to touch and explore her body that day. I didn’t want her to have it with me reluctantly. I could wait.

I say, “Ma, at least take a bath. It could be unhygienic.”

“I can’t, beta, my stomach is paining and my sprain…”

I see my chance and say, “Ma do you want help? I can bathe you.”

There was a 10-second silence, and she said, a bit sadly, “Beta, I made you watch over this as I was scared of violence. I can try and take a bath on my own in 1 hour.”

I say, “Ma, I know you don’t need to explain this. I don’t mind bathing you now.” I didn’t wait for her to reply, so I lifted her arm and made her sit. Her body felt slimy. I put her arm around my shoulder and made her stand. Her hair fell over her breasts, and we started limping to the bathroom.

I made her sit on the stool. I partitioned her hair into two and covered her breasts. I didn’t want to arouse myself more than what it was already.

“Ma, I’m removing my clothes as they will get wet.” I hastily removed my shirt and shorts. I left my underwear so as her to notice my bulge purposely. I started the hand shower and washed her hair first. I then tied her silky smooth hair in a bun.

“Ma, since I can’t keep your hair in this position, please keep both your hands on your head. It’ll be easy for me to….”

She cut me short, “Ok, beta.”

I could see her huge pear-like saggy breasts. They weren’t wrinkly but only drooping down. I touched them with one hand and sprayed water from the showerhead with the other. They felt like touching warm, smooth clay. I slightly squeezed the left one to see my mom’s reaction.

She had closed her eyes and wasn’t even looking at me. She felt it but didn’t say anything or stop me. She was fairer than me (I am 5/10, and she is 7/10 on a fairness scale, you could say.) The only change in her skin tone was from her bruises from how Ramappa held her before.

I cleaned the cum off her face, and then I crouched. I asked her to stand, and she did. It looked like I was a mechanic under a car. I slowly poured water on her vagina and ran my fingers through her pubes. She quickly tried to stop me, and I removed my hand before she could.

Her eyes were still closed. I could see the red hand marks running down her thighs from when Ramappa had held her. Some water rebounded from her body and hit my face. I couldn’t stop myself and went straight to kiss her vagina. I felt the pubic hair around my mouth first.

Then I felt the smooth, thick vagina with my lips and tongue. Then it was over, and my mom had pulled my head back with her hair. She slapped me, and I could feel the wrath.

“Beta, I know I have become a prostitute. I’m only doing this for us and the money. I can’t have you also using me. You are my son after all,” she said half angrily and sadly. She quickly wrapped herself with a towel and said, “You wash up and come.”

After this, I was devastated. She probably would not have me penetrating her and I didn’t want to force her. I had to come up with another idea.

Later that night, she was sleeping next to me in the hall as the bedroom was still dirty. She was wearing a nighty. I couldn’t sleep at all that night. At 3 am I could hear my mom snoring, so again, I took my chance. I slowly lifted her nighty and saw her white panty.

I pulled the elastic and put my middle finger straight into her vagina. It felt moist, wet, and tight. I heard a soft “Ah!,” and then my stupid voice in the back of the head said, “She will throw you out of the house if she wakes up now.”

I stopped dead and checked if she had woken up and was relieved to see her eyes still closed. I closed her dress up and went back to sleep. The next day I didn’t talk much to my mother. She was now taking painkillers, and I could only guess why.

I went out to get some groceries and met my friend. Then it hit me. I can pretend to be a client to my mom. I can ask for a BDSM fantasy and keep her blindfolded with earbuds so she would not recognize me.

I asked my friend if he had an extra SIM card. I told him I was trying to start a small business. He luckily had one, and I got it off him within 2 days.

Now, I will describe my complete plan for the amount of work I had to do to get my mom to have sex with me. It is almost May now, and I put my plan in motion. I used my new SIM and Whatsapped my mother.

“Hey there, I am Mr. X.”

I immediately thought this was executed wrong and didn’t expect my mom to reply, thinking of some scam. I kept checking till the night, and no reply. Then I texted her again,

“Hey again, I wanted to ask about the services you provide. I am a close friend of Ramappa, and I got this number from him.”

After 2 minutes, I heard my phone beep. “Hi Mr. X, I teach classical dance online.”

I knew my mom was avoiding the topic. I sent her a small clip of her old belly dance video when her bra had torn off. I replied with a message, “I am asking for the other services.”

I get a reply, “I don’t do this anymore. Please stop messaging me.”

I had to up the game a bit and replied, “I have the entire video of this dance. You know what happens in the end, right? I also know how you got free rent from my dear friend Ramappa. Do you want me to spread this in your neighborhood?”

I waited and waited. 10 minutes go by, and finally, I get a reply. “I charge by the hour. Each hour is 50k, and fantasies cost extra.”

I was shocked. My mom was going professional. I somehow had to play my cards right. I wanted my mom only for myself.

“Ok, Spoorti. I will send you the details.”

Reply: I don’t know who you are. Can you send me a picture of yourself?

“I want to be anonymous. I will pay you extra to not ask my name.”

Reply: Can I at least ask you what services you want?

“I need a private dance session and a hardcore BDSM session without any condom. I need you to wear blindfolds and earplugs for my identity the whole time. Of course, I’ll pay extra.”

Reply: I can accept all the conditions except the no condom. There is a lot of risks.

“I can send a full health report beforehand, and you are free to take oral pills.”

Reply: Ok. Send me details, and I will confirm.

I was elated beyond imagination. It was so easy to get my mom to have sex without her even knowing. I had already prepared a 2-page long instruction and fantasies. I don’t want to spoil this now. I will reveal all of this data as we go.

The next morning I sent her the PDF, I didn’t send the money quote.

Reply: I have to reject this offer as this is too much. I checked for all the things you asked for, and they are rough.

“You didn’t ask me how much I’m paying. I can give you 4L in cash for this 2 hours session along with all of these demands. Half now and rest after.”

Reply after 2 hours: Ok, this offer is reasonable. I accept.

I was so happy that I was high without drugs. But there was one thing I had missed. When I had bathed my mother, I wanted some things that turned me down to go.

I replied the next day: “I will send my health report 1 week before the session. Let us keep the date to be 5th June after lockdown lifts. I also have a few small health concerns. Can you share a health report and a naked picture?”

Reply: I will also send the health report. But why do you need the picture?

“I need to see some lengths for the BDSM session and see if your hair turns me on.”

I waited almost 12 hours for this.

Reply: Two pictures of her completely naked. Obviously, she had again partitioned her long hair and covered her breasts. Her pubes made it very hard to see her vagina. The back picture reviews her imperfect hourglass shape. Small fat was accumulating in her waist. I could see some ass hair too.

I messaged, “I have some more demands. Can you completely shave your pussy, ass, and underarm hair? I can pay for the spa and salon treatments. I also need you to have this haircut.”

I sent her a picture of short, shoulder-length hair.

Reply: “This can be done. Now send me half of the agreed amount and 20k for my makeover. Also, I will send you the hotel address for 5th June for security reasons.”

Now, all of you are wondering how I can afford this amount. I had made this money from crypto long ago and hid the investment from my parents. I was lucky that the market was high and made this cash of 5L.

I was saving this earlier as I didn’t want to pay my parents’ loan and was very selfish. So overall, I’m getting this for free as the money will be in my family only.

“Ok, once I send the money, there is no backing out.” I was impressed by how professional my mother had become with only one prior client.

Reply: “Sure”

I sent her 2.2L.

If you want to suggest some fantasies or reviews, please email [email protected].

Hi everyone! This is a real story of how I fucked my hot ex-girlfriend. I think of this incident every night before going to bed and masturbate. I haven’t had sex with her in the last 2 years after our break-up. But that day, I used some cunning tricks in the library to seduce her first and then played strip poker finally to fuck her.

Coming to the story, my name is Rithwik, and this story happened one year back when I was in the final year of my graduation. Giving a bit of context to the story, I and my ex-girlfriend whose name is Sruthi, were in deep love in our first year of graduation.

Even though I was an average-looking guy, my manly attitude made me quite popular with girls, and I used to have a lot of girls following me during my graduation days. Sruthi was also one of them who proposed to me. Even though she was not the hottest girl in the college, I accepted it.

We had sex almost 200 times during our first year of graduation. We have done it almost in all the places in the college – bathroom, lift, cafeteria, etc. I used to take her to Oyo’s room many times and enjoy.

Coming to her body, she looks milky white with a rounded hot ass, and oh my god, her armpits look so perfect. The only problem was that she had lemon-sized boobs and some extra fat on her belly. But still, the way she used to play in the bed was amazing.

Whenever I think of her, It reminds me of the way she used to play with me with her hands, her tongue, and being wild in the bed, which always makes me hard. We used to have a lot of hard-core and passionate sex almost every day. We used to lick the saliva of each other’s mouths with tongues.

Actually, after having sex with me many times, her body shape started changing. Her tits started to get bigger, the ass became even more rounded, and she became very experienced in the bed.

But something dramatic happened after one year in the relationship. I only used her for sex and never cared about her feelings. She recognized that, and as a result, she wanted to end our relationship.

I was shocked by her abrupt decision. Suddenly, everything changed as there was no more sex and not even a kiss. Now, I was deprived of sex. Being in a relationship with a girl when everyone in the college knows about it, it becomes extremely tough to find another girl.

The news of our breakup had spread all over the college and hostel. Suddenly, I became lonely. But what made things even worst was that within 5 months of our break-up, she found another boyfriend outside the college, and she started having fun. I got to know about this from our common friends.

Now we were just friends. Meanwhile, I tried to put some memories in her head. I wanted to seduce my hot ex-girlfriend to have sex with me again. Sometimes, I begged to her, but she was very stubborn as she had a boyfriend.

Things went this way for the next 2 years, and even I moved on. Till then, she became a bombshell of the college. When I was in the relationship with her, she was an average-looking girl, and I never imagined that she would turn up to be this hot in 2 years.

I used to observe her here and there in the two years but never got the chance to spend some time and talk to her.

Fast-forwarding to our fourth year of graduation, one day, when I was sitting in the library and preparing for one of the internal exams. I was the topper of the subject. But, for most of the students, it was difficult. So, many of them used to approach me to clear their doubts.

Suddenly, someone came and sat beside me. I was shocked to see it was Sruthi. She has changed a lot. Her boobs size had increased dramatically, and they were very juicy. She had started applying makeup and wearing modern dresses which were exposing her cleavage, thighs, armpits.

That day, she was wearing a skirt that was only covering her knees.

Sruthi: Hi! How are you?
Me: Great! What’s up?

Sruthi: Nothing, I had a doubt, and seems like no one, except you, can clear this.
Me: Sure! Happy to help you.

We were talking almost after 1 year, and my ex-gf had become hot. I was sitting on the chair and working on my laptop placed on the table in front of me. Sruthi was sitting beside me in the chair. She kept her notebook in front of me and started asking the questions.

Oh god! Almost after 2 years, I had a view of those beautiful juicy boobs. Now they were no longer the lemons or oranges that I used to extract the juice from. They had become well-shaped round coconuts. I could see the stretch marks on her left boob. Maybe, her current boyfriend was playing with them daily.

I started to listen to the question she was asking but, I was not able to concentrate as I was getting hard, and her perfume was making the matter even worse. She was smelling like an angel.

She was wearing a sleeveless black top which was displaying ample cleavage and tempting armpits. I thought of placing my hand on her thighs but hesitated as I was not aware of how she would respond.

When we used to fuck, she was never this hot or dressed well. She never wore lipstick or exposed dresses as I was a bit possessive. But now, I can’t say anything as I’m no more her boyfriend.

Sruthi: So, how to solve this question?
Me: It’s a bit complicated. I can’t tell the answer directly. First, you have to be clear with the concept, and then only I can help.

Sruthi: Then explain the concept, I have time.

(I was looking at my watch.)

Sruthi: Please! Please, I don’t want to get low marks in the exam. Only 2 days are left before the exam, so can’t read on my own. Please help!

I started explaining the concept, even thinking, if I can get some time to enjoy myself with her. In between anf after 2 minutes, unknowingly I placed my hand on her thighs to ask whether she had understood whatever I explained. She was shocked, and her facial expression changed. She was breathing heavily as I can see at her chest.

She removed my hand from her thighs. Even I was shocked as this was not intentional. But, I was even more shocked by her expression, she was both angry and aroused. Now, I wanted to touch my hot ex-lover intentionally but I had to be careful because if she shouted, it create a big scene in the library.

That was when I got an excellent idea. I said to myself, “She can’t shout or get up and walk away suddenly because we were in the library, and anything like that will be big news in the college. There will be rumors like something happened again between Rithwik and Sruthi.”

So, I wanted to take advantage of this situation. I have explained the concept and she was thanking me after that. I looked around the library that how many people were there. We were sitting at a corner facing a wall, and there were only a few people behind us. They can’t see what we were doing until there is some sudden noise.

During the time of our relationship, I knew that the weakest point on her body, to seduce, is her pussy. Whenever I touched her there, she became mine. I used to give my sexy ex-girlfriend many orgasms by fingering her pussy.

Sruthi: Thanks, Rithwik. You made the concept look very simple. I’ll get back to you if I have any doubts.

Without saying a word, I silently slid my hand into her skirt and started feeling her perfect soft thighs. She suddenly left a soft moan, and we were looking at each other’s eyes. She was in shock and my hand was doing all the things to her thighs.

Sruthi: Hey, what are you doing? (Saying that, she tried to get up immediately)
Me: Sit down! And don’t get up. My fingers are between your panties and pussy.

She stopped her attempt to get up, and her expression became erotic with her eyes were getting small.

Me: Now, listen carefully. I don’t want to touch your pussy, but in case you try to stand, I will catch your panty, and it will come out. So, just stay on the chair, and I will not touch your pussy. I wanna feel your thighs only.

Sruthi: I am not your slut to do whatever you say.

Her voice was weak as my fingers were still on her pussy lips and she was getting aroused.

Me: Yeah! You are now. Answer my questions otherwise, you know what am I going to do to your sweet pussy.

Sruthi: Please, Rithwik! Aaaaaaaaah!

Now, my ex-girlfriend was not able to speak as I slightly pushed my finger inside her pussy.

Sruthi: I will stay but please remove the finger.

I removed it and started moving my hand seductively over her thighs and she had already fallen on the table in front with her eyes closed, and one hand on her mouth to cover the moaning sounds. She was not try to get away.

I said, “Get up and look into my eyes when I play with your thighs.”

She raised her head from the table and looked straight into my eyes. Oh my god! The lust in her eyes, I can feel it but she was trying to control it as she already had a boyfriend now. But I was not in the mood to stop.

I stared at my hot ex-girlfriend’s big boobs which were 40% out now and I could see the clear cleavage. I wanted to place my dick between the cleavage. She noticed that I was looking at her boobs, and slowly adjusted them.

Me: Leave it. I like the view.

Sruthi: You are an animal! You only used to love my body, you never understood my feelings.

Me: If I am the animal, I would have fucked your brains out by now. I am being a bit decent and promising you that I will not touch any of your private parts until you stay seated. Now, show me more cleavage.

Sruthi wasn’t resisting or trying to move my hands. I realized she also wanted it.

I again started vibrating my fingers near my aroused ex-girlfriend’s pussy but didn’t touch it directly, but was vibrating my finger over the panty. She gave a loud moan but I was lucky that no one noticed it.

Me: Show me more of your tits.

As she was completely aroused, she quickly loosened the thread of her dress and pulled it slightly down. As she had done that very quickly, what she didn’t notice was that she pulled the dress down more than I expected.

Now more than half of her huge tits were outside, and I wanted to squeeze them. No one in the library was able to see that what was happening between us. Our backs were facing them, and there was a wall in front of us.

I moved my chair closer to her, and slightly pulled her t-shirt downwards, and “Oh my god!” That moment, I couldn’t control my boner because her tits were completely out now, and the size of her big boobs was making me mad.

I immediately wanted to bite her nipples but controlled myself as she could have started moaning louder. But I placed my one hand on her left boob and started slightly squeezing it, while my other hand was at the walls of her pussy titillating her.

She said, “Aaah Rithwik! Anybody can come and see us.”

I knew that she was enjoying it. She was not able to speak clearly and started biting her lips.

She turned her face and started staring at me. I went closer to her face, and now our lips were only a few centimeters away. She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were filled with lust. I sensed an opportunity and slightly licked her lips with my tongue. In response, even her tongue came out to taste my tongue, and I was not expecting that.

Me: Looks like someone wants to kiss me.

I squeezed the hot college girl’s boobs so badly that she moaned out loud by opening her mouth, and my tongue entered inside. She started licking my tongue in her mouth. She was very good at that. Now, I wanted to lick not only her tongue but also her nipples.

Me: Let me once taste your boobs.

I didn’t want to miss this chance, I acted as if I was trying to get some book on the right side of her, and in that way, my face has come in front of my hot ex-gf’s big juicy boobs. Immediately, I took her left nipple into my mouth. She closed her mouth to control herself. I enjoyed those plumpy boobies for a minute and saw someone coming towards us.

I immediately retracted to my position and took out my hand from her skirt. I asked her to adjust her dress. She immediately did that and left the chair.

Even though she left, I knew that the game was on. We have started it again and I knew that she will come to me to have that fun again. Now, I had a cunny plan in my head.

In the next part, read how I bought her to my room without even a slight reluctance from her and what happened next.

If you have any comments, you can reach out to me at [email protected]

Hi friends, indru tamil kama kathaiyil en pakathu veetil puthithaaga kudi vantha akkavai sex seitha kathaiyai ungal idam pagirugiren. Vaarungal tamil kama kathaikul selalam, enathu peyar vikram vayathu 27 aagugirathu. Enaku thirumana vayathil inum thirumanam seiyamal vaithu irunthaargal, aanal enaku pengal methu athigam aasai ilamal thaan irunthathu.

En pakathu veetil vadagaiku vitu irunthaargal aanal yarum angu varamal irunthaargal. Naan niraiya kama kathaigal matum padipen, athil niraiya pakathu veetil irukum auntyai niraiya aangal matter pottukondu irupaargal. Athu polave en vaazhvilum nadantha kama kathaiyai patri thaan indru kathaiyil ungal idam pagira pogiren.

Intha vayathilum naan thinamum kai pazhakam matum thaan seithukondu irunthen, enaku kai pazhakam seivathu endraal migavum pidikum. Thinamum kai adikamal irunthaal enaku thukame varathu, oru murai en paati veetirku sendru irunthen. Appozhuthu angu niraiya per velai paarthukondu irunthaargal.

Velai seithukondu irukum pozhuthu enaku moodu vanthathaal naan bathroom sendru kai adika aarambithen. Aanal antha roomil thapal ilamal irunthathu, athanaal suma thaan kathavai sathi vitu kai adithukonde irunthen. Appozhuthu oru velai seiyum aunty naan kai adithukondu irupathai paarthu vitaargal.

Enakum oru vithamaaga kucham vanthathu vitathu, naan udane en veetirku vanthu viten. Naan veetirku vanthathum antha aunty ennai paarthathu oru mathiri irunthathu athanaal naan kathavil thapal ilatha idangalil kai pazhakam seivathe ilai. En vaazhai kai pazhakam kama kathai endru jollyaga thaan sendrukondu irunthathu.

Appozhuthu thaan en pakathu veetil oru caril yaro vanthu paarthukondu irunthaargal, athu oru kanavan manaivi iru pilaigal irunthaargal. Antha akkavirku vayathu 35 irukum, kanavanuku vayathu 40 irukum. Antha akka ennai paarthathum urimaiyaaga thambi ingu konjam vaaiyen paa endru azhaithaal. Naan appozhuthu kama kathai thaan padithukondu irunthen.

En sunni paathi viraitha nilaiyil thaan irunthathu, akka ennai kite azhaithu intha veetu owner engu irukiraargal naangal ingu kudi varalam endru irukirom endru solinaal. Naan udane sari en udan vaangal endru house owner irukum veetirku azhaithu sendru viten. Antha akka nee engu pa irukirai endru ketal? Naan antha veetirku pakathu veedu thaan endru solinen.

Athai soliyathum ennai oru nimidam apadiye paarthu appozhuthu naam ellam sontha karargal aaga porom endru solinaal. Naanum sirithu vitu kandipa akka sari naan varugiren endru soli angu irunthu kilambinen. Akka paarka sexiyaaga irunthaal aval iru mulaiyum perithaaga pazhuthu irunthathu, aval mulaaiyai neengal paarthaal kandipaaga avalai ooka aasai paduveergal.

Antha akka en pakathu veetirku kudi vanthaal, engal veetirku vanthu calling bell adithaal. Calling bell adithathum naan thaan kathavai thiranthen, ennai paarthu vazhinthukonde paal kudi paa endru solinaal. Ethuku akka paal endru keten? Naangal puthithaaga pakathu veetil kudi vanthu irukirom athanaal paal kachu ungaluku tharugirom endru solinaal.

Appozhuthu aval mulai perithaaga pazhuthu en kangaluku therinthathu, en amma vanthathum aval udane aval mulaiyai maraithu adaka odukamaaga irunthaal. Ipadiye sendrukondu irunthathu, naan thianamum aval vasal perukum pozhuthu aval mulai pilavai jollyaaga paarthukondu irupen. Avalum naan paarkiren endru therinthathu nandraaga mulai pilavai kanbipaal.

Athai paarkum pozhuthu en sunni lesaga viraithu irukum, akka oru naal naan aval mulai pilavai paarthukondu irupathai paarthaal. Naanum thalaiyai thirupaamal avalaiye paarthukondu irunthen, avalum ennai paarthukonde keezhe gunintha padiye perukikondu irunthaal. Adutha naal ennai aval veetirku vara solinaal.

Slab meethu irukum mixcy eduthu kodu da endru solinaal, naan ule varum pozhuthe aval mulaiyaal ennai idithaal. Haaaaaaaa mulai kaambu perithaaga irunthathu, panju pondra menmaiyana ondru en meethu patu azhunthiyathu. Ithu naal varai enai entha penum idithathe kidaiyaathu, ival mulai en meethu patathum enaku sunni udane viraika aarambithathu.

Aval veetil veru yarume ilai, naangal iruvar matum thaa irunthom naan annan enge endru keten? Avan velaiku sendru irukiraan mendum thirumba vara neram aagum endraal. Sema matter irukirathu endru matum enaku theriyum aanal eppozhuthu athu endru theriyamal irunthathu. Kitchen azhaithu sendraal, angu sendrathum aval ennai vaitha kangal edukamal paarthukonde irunthaal.

Naanum akkavai vaitha kangal edukamal paarthukonde irunthen, akka en pakam nerungi vanthaal aval mulai en meethu patathu. En kanathai pidithu ithazhai paarthu oru kiss seithaal, haaaaaaa nala iruke endru naanum akka ithazhai sappi kiss seithen. Iruvarum nandraaga kiss seithukonde irunthom, aval mulai meethu en kaiyai pidithu vaithaal.

Ithu naal varai enaku ithu pondru sema moodu eriyathe ilai, akkavai irukamaaga kati pidithu nandraaga kiss seithen. Iruvarum nandraaga kiss seithukonde irunthom, akkavin periya mulaiyai kaiyil pidithu pisainthukonde irunthen. Haa haa sema moodu vanthathu, nandraaga mulaiyai pidithu pisainthen. Akkavaum ennai kiss seivathai niruthaamal kiss seithukonde irunthaal.

Pinbu akka sothil kai vaithu pidithu pisainthen, haaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaa akka soothu perithaaga irunthathu. Kama kathaigalai paditha anubavathai vaithu akkavai sex seithen, akka kuthiyil en sunni viraithu patukondu irunthathu. Pinbu akka kutha vaithu en sunniyai veliyil eduthaal, haaaaaaaaa enaku moodu tharumaraka eera aarambithathu.

En sunni nangu viraithu akka vaaiku neraga viraithu nindrathu, akka sunni munaiyai naakal naki vitu sunniyai oomba aarambithaal. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa moodil naan sokiviten endru than sola vendum, sunniyai porumaiyaaga vizhungi oombinaal. Inbamaaga irunthathu, nandraaga oombikonde irukum pozhuthu enaku sunniyil vinthu varuvathu pola irunthathu.

Ena seivathu endru theriya vilai, innum konja neram oombinaale en sunniyil vinthu vanthu vidum pola irunthathu. Aanal akkavirku en sunniyil vinthu vanthu vidum endru therinthu irunthathu, athanaal sunniyai oombuvathai niruthivitu aval mulaiyai veliyil eduthu kanbithaal. Akka mulaiyai vaaiyil vaithu sappi suvaika aarambithen.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ivalavu periya mulaiyai naan itharku munbu sapiyathe ilai muthal muraiye periya mulaiyai sapum athistam enaku kidaithu irukirathu. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaa evalavu periya mulai, ithai sappikonde irukalam endru thondriyathu. Mulai kaambu karupaaga sexiyaaga irunthathu, nandraaga kiss seithu sappikonde irunthen.

Iru mulai kaambaiyum vidamal vizhungi sappi konde irunthen, sappa sappa mulai suvaiyaaga irunthathu. Pinbu akka aval mulaiyai veliyil kanbithukonde mendum kutha vaithu sunniyai sappa aarambithaal. Haaaaaaaaaaaaa ennai meendum mendum sorgathirku azhaithu selvathu pola irunthathu, sunniyai kama padangalil varuvathu pola nandraaga oombi vital.

Enaku sunniyai intha murai aval vaaiyil irunthu eduka manathe ilai, vinthu vanthaalum athai thadupathaaga ilai. Sunniayai nangu vizhungi oombikonde irunthaal appozhuthu enaku sunniyil vinthu varum sugam vara aarambithathu. Poolai urinthu sappum pozhuthu enaku moodu thalai eari vinthu akka vaaikul irangiyathu.

En sunni vinthai muzhuvathum aval vaaikul vara vaithu urinthu kudithu vitaal. Pinbu ezhunthu ennai kiss seithu vitu aval mulaiyai jakitkul vitu vitu nalai ithe nerathirku veetirku vaa da endru solinaal. Naan mendum avalai kiss seithu kandipaaga vara di endru soli vitu angu irunthu vega vegamaaga veetirku sendren.

Pinbu akkavum motai maadiku vanthaal, en udan jolllyga oru kathali pola nandraaga pesikondu irunthaal. Enaku migavum pidithu irunthathu aval en idam pazhaguvathu, naangal kathalargal pola pazhagikondu irunthom. Adutha naal aagiyathu naan sariyaaga akka eppozhuthu signel tharuvaal appozhuthu veetirkul pooralam endru kathukondu irunthen. Thodarum.

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The threesome with my husband and son gave indescribable pleasure not only to me but to them also. They were so charged up that within half an hour of emptying their balls in my pussy and ass. They were ready for another round.

It was a Saturday night. So none of us were in a hurry to wake up early the next morning and not in the mood to go to sleep. I can vouch as a woman that there cannot be a more exciting feeling than having two cocks inside you. Especially in the pussy and ass at the same time.

Having tasted it once, I became addicted to it. So the whole night, father and son fucked my ass, mouth, and pussy. They also took eager turns in fucking my tits and emptying their balls in my cum hungry mouth. It was like an endless carnal odyssey.

We all were eager to transcend new sexual boundaries by devising unexplored techniques. I can’t even remember when we eventually dozed off. But they had cum fiercely in my pussy and ass atleast two more times together.

After that endless night of distilled ecstasy, I woke up with their arms around me. I gently got up without disturbing their blissful slumber. Donning a simple satin robe, I hit the kitchen. I woke them up with a breakfast of sausage, poached eggs, and a mixed fruit milkshake.

We normally talked as we ate. Both showered praises on my culinary skill, validating my well-established formula of keeping men happy. “Feed them well, fuck them better.”

“Soni,” Suvendu suggested, “Why don’t we celebrate our historic day with the Bong perennial favorite Hilsa fish?”

“Ok, boys, get the best Hilsa in town,” I agreed enthusiastically.

I wanted some alone time to share my experience with Vineeta. As they drove off, I made a WhatsApp call to Vini.

“Oh, Sonali, I thought you must have eloped with someone.” Her characteristic naughtiness was refreshing to my ears.

“Why elope when everything is within a hand’s reach?”

“Is there something more other than your lusty boy?”

I broke into rapture as I excitedly narrated my first threesome experience. I added the typical feminine sensations which only a woman can comprehend. We shifted to video call as we wanted to see each other’s expressions.

“Sonali, it is incredible that your hubby wanted your son to fuck you. You just made my cunt water. Damn two hot hard cocks inside you at the same time. The thought of two cocks exploding in your cunt and ass is making me ooze like a smashed watermelon.”

Her mouth seemed to drool in lust. “Damn, if I could convince Suresh to join Rick and me. He is so conservative. If he knows I have been fucking my son, he might have a stroke or throw us out. Sonali, I’m so horny now, and I admit you’re one genuine dirty slut.”

“Vini, I realized being a dirty slut gave me the most memorable day of my life. It makes me so complete and fulfilled.”

“Yes, now you have daily access to two cocks 24×7, really fulfilling. Both my ass and cunt are itching for double drilling. If only I could convince Suresh.”
I felt the anguish in her voice and decided to do something for her. After all, she is the Guru, and I should offer her a befitting Gurudakshina.

“Just let your son fuck your brains out for the tie being. Let’s catch up on Monday, and let me find something for your double dick craving.”

“Ok, dear happy fucking throughout the weekend.”

I was extremely lucky that at the age of 45 when most women stopped thinking about sex, I was having the best fucks in my entire life. My beloved fuckers returned soon with crates of beer, hilsa, and prawns to go along with the beer. They eagerly stepped into the kitchen to hasten my cooking process.

I guessed they were gearing up to fuck me as soon as possible. Most women complain that men offer little help in the kitchen and household matters. Start by fucking them so well that they will eagerly help you get you out of there to the bedroom asap.

Within another one and a half hours, we were ready with fried prawns and super chilled beers. We raised a toast as the Hilsa simmered in mustard paste and steam.

Suvendu spoke, “To the historic day and many many happy returns of the day.
“To endless returns of the day,” Joy added, “ And to the sexiest lady on the planet.”
The compliments made me blush like a teenage girl, which they savored gleefully. We breezed through an hour over two bottles of beer each and two servings of lip-smacking prawns and Hilsa.

When the third beer started swarming our brains, I could feel the desire to get fucked. Father and son unabashedly started cuddling my soft, firm boobs over my satin robe. I reciprocated by grabbing their cocks over their cotton boxer shorts. They started rising to the occasion.

Aah, the warmth of two hardening cocks seeping into my silky soft palms felt so refreshing. Only a woman can savor this pleasurable sensation. Though we are not so expressive, every girl loves handling a cock in her hands.

Within two minutes of foreplay, we were naked and ready and unanimously chose the sitting room plush sofa. Suvendu sat below it. Placing me over his mouth started eating me. Joy positioned himself upon the sofa and started twirling his tongue in and around m ass.

The sensation of two sloppy male tongues was too much to handle for any woman. Naturally, my pussy and ass squirmed from inside for a cock. “Enough of your tongues, boys. I need your cocks right now,” I announced like a shameless slut. “Let me get them as hard as I can.”

I knelt on the carpet and invited their pulsating poles in my hungry salivating mouth. Father and son complied by driving their turgidities down my throat in alternate and amazing rhythm. They were getting enlarged in the process.

While fucking my mouth, Joy asked, “Dad, what do you prefer, mom’s ass or cunt?”

“To be honest, son, your om’s ass is quite new to me. I want to get more familiar.”

“I will gladly take mom’s cunt. May I suggest something new for mom?”

While they fucked my mouth, Joy suggested a novel position. They would lie on their backs on the sofa with their dicks horizontally parallel to each other. I would sit on them in the right/left profile. The dad’s cock will be in my ass on the right profile, and on the left, the son’s.

After sucking them to glorious erections, I decided to start with hubby’s dick in my ass. Father and son took the position. It felt extremely erotic to watch two raging boners so close together with the balls grazing each other. I couldn’t even put up an iota of feminine coyness.

I mounted the sofa to assume the right profile. I got hubby’s cockhead firmly at my rectal entrance and my son’s at my cunt. I let my entire weight down on their meaty shafts. I shrieked in unfeigned pleasure as the rock-hard pleasure sausages sank into my lusty orifices.

Right at that moment, Rick was cuddling Vini’s boobs. He had exploded like a volcano in her mouth a few minutes earlier, which she had gulped down eagerly.

“Mom, are you not happy with me?”

“Why are you asking this?”

“I felt your mind wandering while I was fucking you today. Is something troubling you? Are you regretting this?”

“Absolutely not. It’s something else, son.”

“Like what?”

“Son, now that we are a sexy couple. Would you feel jealous to watch me fuck another man?”

“That’s odd. My desire to fuck you arose once I saw you fuck dad. It made me rather hard than jealous.”

“Say you saw me in action with someone else?”

“Mom, you mean I’m watching you with another fellow. I’m in the scene?”

“Yes.”

“Mom, what do you exactly want?”

Vineeta narrated how she had inspired me to embark on my incestuous journey with my son. Then I graduated to having my son and hubby together. “Rick, I also feel like getting the dual dick treatment.” She rested her case candidly.

“Damn, mom, Joy is fucking Sonali aunty, that’s hot! Lucky motherfucker, and along with his dad! That’s out of this world. I wish I could fuck you with dad, mom.”

“Your dad is hardly liberal. He might get a stroke if he learns about us, let alone a threesome. Sonali called us at her place on Monday. She said she was planning to cherish my fantasy. I was wondering what would be your reaction.”
“Mom, if I am an active participant, I would gladly cooperate to fulfill your fantasy. I think Sonali aunty will gift you Joy.”

Vineeta’s mouth opened wide. “ Rick, you think so—you and Joy, two hot young cocks!” Her voice wavered as her mind visualized Joy and Rick plundering her mouth, boobs, pussy, and ass.

Rick gently rubbed Vini’s pussy and exclaimed, “Wow, mom, you’re leaking at the very thought of it. You want to get fucked badly again.”

“Yes, Rick, yes, shove that fat cock in my mouth. Mom will get it real hard. Promise me, son. You’ll fuck me throughout the weekend. Like a merciless beast.”

“Your obedient son will fuck you so much that you’ll beg me to stop, but I won’t. I’ll keep plundering you. I love to fuck you so much, mom. You have made me the luckiest mother fucker in this universe. Now let me fuck your hot moth for a while.”

Vineeta opened her angry slutty mouth wide open to accommodate her son’s pulsating pole. While Vineeta and Rick conversed, I was having the ride of my life. With effortless ease, two cocks plunging in and out of my pussy and ass gradually came to the edge of an orgasm.

An unmeasurable amount of raw ecstasy was snowballing rapidly inside me. In the throes of uncontrollable rapture, I found myself uttering a plethora of Bengali explicit.

“Sala bap beta mile amar pod gud mere khub masti lutchish na? Ne ne pran khule masti ne tora , toder dobol chodone amar jibon dhonnyo holo re.” (Father and son are getting the best of my pussy and ass. Take maximum pleasure. Your double fuck has made my life worth living.)

They reciprocated vociferously.

“Soni, I never imagined that you would be riding my cock with your supreme ass,” gasped Suvendu, “Joy, thank you so much for getting me your mother’s ass.”

“Dad, how can I thank you enough for getting me your wife’s cunt. Without you, I would have spent my entire life jerking off to her. Now, mom’s riding me with her cunt! Oh ma go tomakei sudhu chudbo sarajibon dhore.” (Mom dear, I will fuck only you all my life.)

“Ha ha chudbi, tor ma ke chara r kauke chudte hobe na. Tor ma er gud pod mukh mai jokhon jeta khushi chudish. Ar bap beta mile roj amake chude toder barar utoy jol khosabi. Oh, sala ki chudchish re amar bodhoy jol khosbe re.”

(Yes fuck me, you don’t need to fuck anyone else other than your mother. Your mother’s cunt ass mouth boobs. Whenever whatever you want. Guys, you will fuck me every day together and make me cum. You guys are fucking me so well. I think I am going to cum soon.)

“Ha, ma ha, aro koshiye tol thap dite thako amar r babar bara pod gud bhore nao ma. Prankhule amader bara chude tomar chorbiwala gud er jol khosao ma ahhh sonali ma go tomaar guder jole aj amader buk pet bhasiye dao.”

(Yes, mom, yes, ride harder and take our cocks real deep in your ass and cunt. Fuck us to your heart’s content and spew juice from your lardy cunt. Ahh, Sonali, mom dearest, bathe our stomach and chest in your cunt juice.)

The raw language of my son got me closer to the brink of an explosive orgasm. Even my hubby joined eagerly, which made matters more intense.

“Ha Soni prankhule chod amader tor gud r pod diye ki vabe tor pod ta amar bara kamre dhorche re ne ne aro koshiye chude tor guder jole amader chan koriye de.”(Yes, Soni fuck us real hard with your cunt and ass. The way your ass is pumping my cock, yes, ride harder and bathe us in your cunt juice.)

Hearing my hubby uttering explicit in our mother tongue drove me to a frenzy. I started to pump my squirming pussy and ass over their meaty hard shafts in a wild abandoned manner, achieving a new speed in my life. It made me even wetter.

The obscenely sweet squelching sounds of their cocks moving in and out of my pussy and ass. It added to the ambiance, and all we three could do was yell in ecstasy. My shrieks were getting loud to submerge their groans of pleasure.  Then it came in a thunderous frenzied manner knocking out my entire senses.

A huge snowball of unimaginable ecstasy exploded inside me, spiraling down to my clamoring cunt and ejecting a ferocious, almost endless fountain of cunt juice. It was making obscene sinful, sloshing, sloppy sounds. It made me yell out like a primitive wild prehistoric bitch of an indescribable species.

I buried their cocks in my cunt and ass as hard as I could. The feeling of their pulsating cocks inside me. I came like a fire brigade hosepipe, which made my terrific orgasm even more delicious. My eyes rolled over completely. I kept cumming for over a minute and a half in bursts of cunt juice.

It was spraying out like a monstrous shower. My growls and yells eventually subsided as the last oozings trickled down over my son’s cock. My entire body felt drained out of the last bit of strength. Being good fuckers, both my hubby and son sat up with their cocks firmly embedded in my pussy.

They held my body in their strong arms. The strength of their arms and the caress of their chests on my boobs and back made me feel absolutely out of this world. Our bodies can give us so much pleasure. We remained in that ecstatic position for around five minutes,

Ah, two men with their meat swords in my orifices and their bodies encompassing mine. Only a woman will grasp the level of bliss I was experiencing. That’s why I again recommend that at least once in her life, every woman should try a threesome.

The thought of Vinita also crossed my mind. Yes, she should also get this treatment. But whom should I offer her? Suvendu or Joy? A pang of jealousy ran through my mind to visualize Joy moaning in ecstasy while fucking her huge melon-like boobs.

Similar jealousy flooded my mind as I visualized my hubby ramming her bountiful ass. I reasoned that Joy would have to get married one day, and his cock would get shared by another woman. So Vineeta can have my son.

The two sons with their young cocks would fuck the living daylights out of her as many times as she wanted. But my husband’s cock is my legal property. No wife can tolerate even to think of her husband’s cock inside another woman. So my son would be the best Gurudakshina for Vineeta.

Finally, when I normalized, I let them lie back. My jaw almost dropped to my knees as I witnessed the mess I had made. Not only their pubic area, but they were also drenched up to their necks in my cunt juices. The less said about the bedsheet, the better.

“Oh my God, did I cum so much? You guys are drenched.”

“Yes, darling Soni, this is the first time I saw you cum like a hurricane.”

“Mom, you have put Veronica Rodriguez to shame.”

I liked being compared superlatively to the famous Colombian pornstar. Every woman has a pornstar inside her. It takes the right man to bring it out.

“Ah, don’t flatter,” I feigned my satisfaction.

“ Mom, no flattering here. You put all the pornstars to shame. After having fucked you, I don’t even feel the urge to watch porn.”

“I agree wholeheartedly. Your new hot sexy siren avatar overshadows all pornstars put together.” My hubby’s compliments made me glow from inside.

“Ok fuckers, now what do you want this pornstar to do? How do you want this brand new pornstar Sonali to make you cum?”

“That furious ride was too hot to handle for any man. But somehow, I managed to hold on. Dad has lots of experience. It might have been easier for him to hold back.”

“Yes, son agreed about the experience thing. But your mom’s ass was gripping my cock so tightly. During her final frenzied ride, even I was about to cum. With tremendous willpower, I held back. I didn’t want to ruin her massive orgasm.”

“Same here, dad. I wanted mom to cum hardest.”

“Oh, you lovely boys, how much you care about me. I must be the luckiest woman on this planet. Now come on, boys, it’s time to get your cocks exploding. I would personally like you guys to fill my mouth. You know how much I have got addicted to the taste of cum lately.”

“Excellent proposal, Soni.”

“Dad, let’s fuck mom’s mouth on that alternate manner and try to cum together in her mouth and give her a sperm cocktail.”

“Wow, that’s a novel idea, sperm cocktail!”

The mention of the words made my tongue salivate to feel their amalgamated cum down my throat. Yes, no doubt swallowing healthy, thick man mayonnaise does make your skin glow in youthful radiance. The so-called anti-aging creams are nothing but bullshit. The best anti-aging for a woman is a man’s cum.

They didn’t waste time. The moment I pulled out and knelt on the carpet, their throbbing dicks started plowing my mouth. Ah, the intensity with which their expanding cock heads nuzzled the back of my throat. The alternate degree of warmth of their poles.

The heat of their cockheads in my throat was so blissful. Within two minutes of alternate fucking their cocks grew fatter. Both groaned and moaned in unison with tremendous appreciation for my mouth in our mother tongue.

“Oh, Soni tor mukh chude je eto aram paboke janto, ahhh ki darun lagche tor gola obdi dhon dhokate r besikhon dhorte parbo na re.” (Soni never imagined so much pleasure by fucking your mouth. It feels wonderful to put it down your throat. I don’t think I can hold on for long.)

“Ma go tomar mukh jeno dhon chodon khawar jonnye tairi hoyechilo. Ahhhh ma amaro fyada jhorbe mone hochche.” (Mom dearest, your mouth was tailor-made to get fucked. I feel like cumming too.)

Their cocks swiveled wildly inside my mouth. I grabbed them with both my hands and stationed their cockheads to my lower lip. Dad and son growled like primitive beasts in unison. Their hot thick loads started to fly from their cock tips and hit my throat.

I kept tugging and twirling until the last drops trickled on my lower lip. I protruded my tongue, licked off the final droplets from their cocktips. I showed them the reservoir of cum in my mouth. Their joint loads had filled up my mouth almost to the lips.

They both looked at me in awe and admiration. I expertly closed my mouth, pressed my lips together. Then, a loud gulping sound swallowed down the cum cocktail. As usual, it felt heavenly to feel the sperm load traveling down the food pipe down to my stomach.

I let out a loud moan of pure satisfaction. It made them smile almost up to their ears. The thought of Vineeta again ran through my mind. Being the cum addict she is, how wonderful would she feel to have Rick and Joy cumming inside her mouth together.

Vineeta wouldn’t mind fucking Joy. My concern was whether Joy would agree or not. Whether Rick would like to share his mom with another man after his passionate affair with her.

Well, someday, I will be answering all the questions. Till then, I will be having these gorgeous cocks all for myself and getting fucked in every way possible.

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The story will be narrated in the footsteps of the housewife Sindhu.

He then moved his lips to my slim tummy area and sucked all around the tummy with his hands holding my hips firm. He hugged me with his face pushing on the soft, slim tummy. He then sucked and played with my belly button.

I had reached the climax and felt that I was about to cum. I shouted, moaning ‘Ahh’ and cum inside the panty. This was too fast. The instant my body shuddered while reaching climax, my hands grabbed his hair tightly.

I pulled his hair hard with my pussy relieving the cum. When I opened my tightly closed eyes, Madhan’s eyebrow rose to ask me whether I had a blast. I gave the nod, and a shy smile crossed my lips unavoidably.

I hurriedly walked to the washroom. The washroom was in the corner outside of the main bedroom. I could see my blush through the washroom mirror. While I set foot outside the bathroom, he grabbed me suddenly. Heavens, I was amazed when he hugged me tightly.

He was a fit guy. The hug was so tight that my delicate boobs were squeezed hard against his chest. I was out of breath in all this excitement. He broke the tight hug and looked right into my eyes and then my lips hungrily. I have full thick lips with red lipstick applied.

He moved a hand behind my back and another behind the bend of my knee. He hoisted me up deftly with my body pressing onto his body. I was enjoying every bit of it. I rested my face over his shoulder and stared into his eyes, which was romantic.

He walked slowly, carrying me to the bedroom with one hand squeezing the skin just lower of my boobs. He rested me on the bed delicately. He pulled the wet saree out of my body. He quickly removed his shirt, banyan, and pant.

I am now lying on the bed with only a blouse on top and a petticoat at the bottom. He held my feet, sucked the toe fingers of my leg. I was moaning since this was a new feeling for me. He undid the knot of my petticoat and pulled them out of my legs.

He started kissing through the feet to the thigh. When his lips touched the inner of my thigh, I had a unique tingling sensation run through my body. I was wet once again. He was doing it with much patience. While his lips were sucking my inner of the soft white thigh, his hand rubbed my pussy over the panty.

He climbed over me, kissed my lips which were hungry again. We kissed with our tongues inside each other’s mouths, tasting the saliva of one another. He slid his hand inside my panty. His thumb started rubbing the clitoral hood with his tongue stuck inside my mouth.

He hurriedly tried to unbutton my blouse. He was struggling to unhook my tight blouse. I helped to undo my tight blouse for Madhan. He then pulled out the white bra. My boobs fell the bra. I have huge, firm, milky boobs with thick broad nipples.

My husband spends more time sucking my nipples. He loves them. To my utter surprise, even Madhan, too, was staring at my erect nipples with his popped-out eyes. I shyly concealed my boobs with both of my hands. He parted my hands off the boobs.

He dug his face at the cleavage and pushed both the boobs against the sides of his cheek. He rubbed his face all over the boobs. His lips firmly sucked the part between my boobs.

Oh god, his strong hands are pressing my soft cushiony boobs strongly against either side of his cheek. His tongue started teasing me. He then sucked my neck. His hard squeeze made me feel pain alongside never before pleasure as well.

He pulled my panty low and parted my legs apart. His mouth locked onto my thick erect nipples. He dug his middle finger inside my pussy. His mouth started sucking nipples, hungry at the same time. Oh! I took a huge breath. He finger fucked me with his hungry mouth eating my boob one after the other.

He pulled out his finger of my wet pussy and moved his face to between my thighs. He looked at me with his warm breath falling over my pussy. He then locked his face between my thigh. He rubbed his face over the pussy pressing my thigh over the side of his ear.

He then parted my pussy lip slowly with his fingers which were already wet with precum. He rolled the tip of his tongue through the lower end of pussy lip till the clitoris. Oh heavens, I was on cloud nine. I held his head with both of my hands and moaned louder.

He continued to lick my pussy with the tip of his tongue. He then increased the pace of his lick. He then continued with his full tongue moving through the pussy opening. His thumb was rubbing the clitoral hood vigorously.

I was moaning harshly with my hands pressing his head into my pussy. I was enjoying his tongue job. I was never licked like this. What a feeling! He then suddenly turned me around to a doggy position. He pulled his huge cock out of his underwear which was firm and juicy.

He made me stoop with my ass raised as high as possible with legs parted apart. He spanked my ass hard. I had a bad craving to feel his cock inside me. I started feeling slutty with his hand hitting my ass hard. I gave a loud moan.

He suddenly questioned me, “Do you want inside me?” I kept silent and nodded. He spanked my ass hard again and asked me to say it. I wanted his cock inside me very badly since my pussy was deprived for a long time.

I told sluttishly, “I want you inside me.” He slid on a condom over his dick. He fingered me with two fingers, adjusted my ass, and positioned his cock on the pussy opening which was waiting. He pushed his cock in a standing position over my back.

Oh heavens, his cock went deep into me like a rod. I was moaning with my face pressed hard against the bed. He pushed his cock hard into me. He banged me hard with his hands pressing hard on my ass cheeks. He banged for some time and pulled out his cock.

He turned me around. He lied down on the bed. I remembered that I had told him during the chat that I like cowgirl style. He pulled me over him. He held his cock to position it into the pussy.

I rode him in a cowgirl position with my boobs squeezed and jumping. Oh god! I circularly moved my hips feeling his cock all over the inside of pussy. I enjoyed every bit of this with closed.

I found the urge and started moving my hips faster. He held me, stopping. Pushed me onto the bed, lifted my legs high, and banged me hard with the bed, making a jerking noise.

I had a great time with Madhan. He bid goodbye and left. As per the commitment, he never disturbed me by asking me for the next meet or stuff. But I was disturbed and wanted his cock inside me again.

Thank you, all the ISS readers.

Narrated by Rahul

Hello dosto, main Rahul. Pichle baaraaplogo ne dekha kitchen mein Bharti ko dikhate hue main apni maa ki gand chod raha tha.

Kavita aunty maa ke kamre mein so rahi thi. Unhe kamre mein lock kar hum teeno yaha kitchen mein the. Mujhe aur maa ko dekh Bharti kafi uttejit thi aur abtak jhad bhi chuki thi.

Main ab bhi jhada nahi tha. Maa mere lund ko pakad muh mein lekar choosti hui Bharti ko dikhane lagi. Fir lund ko muh se nikal haat mein lekar hilati hui mujhe dekh boli: Ise bacha kar rakho, abhi jhadna mat.

Main: Kyu?

Maa Bharti ke taraf dekh boli: Kya tum janna chahogi?

Bharti hairani ke sath poochi: Kya?

Maa: Ki peeche lene mein maza aata hai ya nahi?

Maa ki uss baat ko sunn mera lund unke haat mein jhatke maar gaya. Jo baat main Bharti se na kah paaya woh maa kitne sadharan roop se pooch gayi. Bharti bhi hairaan thi par sath hi uske chehre par hairani ke sath vaasna ki ek halki muskaan bhi thi.

Bharti: Kya… main? Nahi nahi.

Maa: Kya tumhe sachme mann nahi?

Bharti: Mmm… par…

Main nahi chahta tha ki iske beech main kuch bolu. Maa yaha tak baat pahuncha sakti thi to main chahta tha ki maa hi Bharti ko apne tareeke se manaye.

Maa: Par kya? Bolo?

Tabhi hum teeno ke armaano mein paani pherti hui Kavita aunty kamre ke andar se darwaaze ko khat khatati hui awaaz di: Saru! Bahar ho kya? Darwaza kholo!

Maa had-badaati hui uth khadi hui aur sath hi Bharti bhi ghabraati hui apne kapde theek karne lagi.

Maa mujhe dekh boli: Jao jaakar living mein baitho tum.

Main poora chidta hua apne short ko wapas pehan kar bola: Uff… ye aunty thodi der aur nahi so sakti thi kya, had hai yaar.

Maa hasti hui mere gaal par thap-thapati hui boli: Hahaha, bohut ho gaya maze tumhare, ab jao.

Fir maa Bharti ko dekh boli: Beta tum jao, darwaza khol do. Main yaha khana banati hun. Use tumpar koi shak na ho.

Bharti kitchen se chali gayi aur fir mujhe kandhe se dhakka deti hui boli: Uff jao na tum bhi, jao… jakar living mein baitho.

Main jakar living mein baith gaya aur waha se maa ke kamre ke taraf dekhne laga. Bharti ke darwaaza kholte hi aunty nikalti hui boli: Sarika kidhar hai? Woh mujhe aise kyu band kar gayi?

Bharti kuch na boli aur aunty ke peeche-peeche aane lagi. Aunty ab ek lambe gown mein thi aur Bharti ke samne chalti hui kitchen ko jane lagi. Bharti aunty ke peeth-peeche mujhe dekh aisi muskaan de rahi thi maano chuppam-chupaayi pakde jane se bach gayi.

Waise sachme agar Bharti kamre ko lock na karti to pata nahi kya bawandar khada ho jata. Main fir living mein baitha unki baate sunne laga. Aunty kitchen pahunchte hi boli: Saru! Kya pehni hai tu?

Maa ki paardarshi choti nighty ko dekh aunty shayad hairaan thi. Uske baad aunty ki awaaz aayi: Aur tu! Tujhe ye itni choti nighty kaha se mili?

Ye shayad aunty Bharti se kah rahi thi.

Maa: Are woh maine hi di thi, uske saare kapde gande the, dhone ke liye daali hun, tab-tak pehanne ke liye maine hi di use.

Aunty: To kya hua, Rahul se ek pant-shirt mang leti. Ye sab pehan ke…

Maa: Offo Kavi, tum na bachchi ko aise mat hamesha taane maar… bechari apne ghar mein hi to hai.

Main mann hi mann ye sunn hasne laga ki Bharti aur bachchi!

Aunty: Hmmm… theek hai theek hai, ye bata mujhe tune lock kyu kiya andar?

Maa: Are main sochi tujhe thodi der sone doon araam se, koi pareshaan na kare sochkar lock kar di thi.

Aunty: Theek hai theek hai, waise saru.

Maa: Haan!

Aunty: Main so nahi rahi thi, neend nahi aa rahi thi aur shayad tumhari baat sahi hai.

Main sochne laga ki konsi baat. Mere kaan kutte ki tarah khadi ho gayi aage sunne ke liye.

Maa: Achcha… to?

Aunty: Khana banale fir baat karti hun tujhse.

Maa: Haan theek hai.

Main sochne laga ki yaar agar baat hi karni thi to itna kyu boli? Khamakha ab main yahi sochta rahunga ki akhir maa aur aunty kiss bare mein kamre mein baat ki?

Tabhi Bharti living mein aayi aur mere bagal wale sofe par baith gayi. Woh mujhse nazar nahi mila rahi thi. Shayad woh sharm kha rahi thi. Main kuch bola nahi. Warna kya pata aunty kitchen se sunnle.

Mobile nikala aur message kiya: Hello, itni shaant kyu baithi ho.

Par fir pata chala ki phone uske paas shayad nahi hai to main dheemi awaaz mein poocha: Oye, phone kaha hai tumhara?

Bhharti: Room mein.

Main: Dekhona.

Woh muskurati hui uthi aur apne room ko jaati hui mere sar pe haat se maar gayi. Uski iss harkat se jaan gaya ki ab Bharti poori tarah se mere sath mill chuki hai. Ab use bhi khoob maze lene ka mann hai aur ye baat soch mera lund firse koodne laga.

Kuch hi palo mein woh wapas aakar baithi aur apne phone mein message padh kar muskurati hui reply bheji.

Bharti: Main kaha shaant baithi hun tumhi kuch nahi bol rahe.

Main wapas likha: Agar kuch bola to aunty sunn li to?

Bharti: Aisa kya bolna chahte ho?

Main: Yahi ki maza aaya, mujhe aur maa ko dekh?

Woh padkar muskurati hui apni honto ko andar mod kar dabali aur likhi: Nahi bilkul maza nahi aayi mujhe.

Main: Achcha! To fir dekh kar ungli kyu kar rahi thi?

Bharti: Woh to bas aise hi, main hamesha karti hun.

Main: Achcha! Din mein ktni baar karti ho?

Bharti: Itni baar ki kabhi ginn nahi paayi. Tum?

Main: Main kya?

Bharti: Kitne baar nikalte ho?

Main: Kya nikalna, khulkar bolo?

Bharti: Ufff… tumhara juice!

Main: (zor se hasne ki smily) Juice? Muth bolte hai use.

Bharti: I know, pata hai mujhe.

Main: Ab itna bhi kyu sharmana, tum sab dekh chuki ho aur hamne bhi kar liya.

Bharti: To… tumhare tarah characterless bann jaun?

Main: Kyu characterless banne mein maza nahi aaya tumhe.

Bharti is par kuch na boli bas sharmati hui apni muskaan dabaaye rakhi. Main chup-chaap uske jaane bina apne short ke zip ke andar se apna khada lund nikala aur uski ek tasveer kheechli.

Main message mein likha: Ek cheez dikhaun?

Bharti: Kya?

Meine use message mein apne tane lund ka photo bheja aur sath mein likha: Dekhona, tumhare karan kya haal hai mera.
Bharti phone mein photo dekh pahle aankhe khol chaok gayi. Fir kitchen ke taraf dekhi aur fir mujhe dekh muskurati hui reply likhi: Pagal, bahar nikaal ke rakhe ho kya?

Main: Haan, chahiye?

Woh apni honto ko kaat wapas likhi: Haan.

Main: Tum bhi dikhaona.

Bharti: Nahi-nahi, mujhe pics wagayra bhejna pasand nahi.

Main: Achcha to dekhna pasand hai, ye to cheating hai.

Bharti: Uff… mujhe pasand nahi, usi liye.

Main apne lund ke chamde ko poora neeche kheecha aur chamakte lund ke sar ka ek close-up photo lekar bheja aur likha: Sachme mann nahi dikhane ka?

Bharti photo ko dekh kitchen ke taraf firse dekhi aur fir mere taraf dekhi. Meri nazar uspar thi ki tabhi woh apni jangho ko kholdi. Uske choti nighty ke andar mujhe woh apni choot dikhati hui baith reply type karne lagi.

Bharti: Lo dekhlo, ab khush!

Main: Nahi, nahi khush hun.

Bharti: Ab aur kya… dikha rahi hun na.

Main: Mujhe to use chaat kar khane ka mann ho raha hai.

Meri baat ko padh Bharti apni honto ko kafi zor se kaat gayi aur likhi: Maa khadi hai kitchen mein.

Main: Nahi to?

Bharti: Nahi to tumhe apni nighty ke andar kheech leti.

Sach bataun to sex ka maza to maza hi hai lekin sex chaat ka maza apne aap mein hi alag hota hai. Main use kuch likhta usse pahle hi Kavita aunty ki aanhat sunaayi di. Woh living room ko aa rahi thi, Bharti apni janghe satakar theek se baith gayi aur main turan apne lund ke upar sofe ka pillow rakh liya.

Aunty aakar mujhe dekh muskurayi. Fir Bharti ko dekh uske pehne kapde ko dekh chidti hui mere bagal aakar baith gayi.

Kavita aunty jamaayi leti hui boli: Neend bhi nahi aayi kuch bhi nahi…

Main: Kya hua aunty aap bade pareshaan kyu lag rahe the.

Aunty: Nahi-nahi… aisi koi baat nahi, bas pool mein tairkar thodi thak gayi thi.

Bharti: Aap tair bhi rahi thi?

Aunty: Haan-haan, kyu?

Bharti: Par aap jab aayi to aapke baal ekdam geele nahi the.

Main: Are haan…

Aunty: Are… woh main uske baad bohut der dhoop bhi khayi na… usi liye. Aur Bharti, tu kya idhar aise baithi hui hai, kuch padhna nahi hai kya tujhe?

Aunty yakeenan kuch chupa rahi thi, aur baat badalne ke liye hi woh Bharti ki padhayi ki baat kar rahi thi.

Bharti unse chidkar uthi aur apne room ko jaati hui boli: Main chali room khana banne par bula dena.

Main use jaate dekhne nahi gaya kyu ki aunty bagal mein hi thi. Aur main aisa nahi dikhana chahta tha ki main Bharti ko kisi buri nazar se dekhta hun. Bharti ke kamre mein ghuste hi aunty mere se chipak kar baithi aur boli: Achcha hua woh chali gayi.

Main: Kyu, woh kyu?

Aunty mere gaal ko halke se cheeti kaat boli: Ab mujhe mere Rahul ke sath thoda time milega.

Main mann mein sochne laga ki shayad hi duniya mein mere jitna naseeb wala koi hoga. Beti ke sath maze khatm to ab maa ke sath shuru, aur agar ye dono na ho to apni maa ke sath. Aisi zindagi ke kya kahne!

Main: Waise main bhi aapko bohut miss kar raha tha.

Aunty: Achcha! Jhoote kahi ke.

Main apni god par rakhi pillow hataya aur apne tanne lund ko unke samne uchalne dete hue bola: Dekhiye, agar yakeen na ho to.

Woh mere daanye-baanye hilte lund par halka thappad maar boli: Badmash, jab dekho ise taiyaar hi rakho tum.

Main: Auch! Kya karu, aap ho hi itni sexy, ki aapke paas aate hi iska ye haal ho jata hai.

Aunty ko kya pata tha ki mere lund ka ye haal aisa kyu tha. Ek to unki beti ko dikhate hue apni maa ki gand marne ke karan. Aur fir unki beti ke sath message karne ke karan tha ye haal.

Aunty apne haato mein mere lund ko lekar sahlaati hui boli: Itna bura haal kar deti hun kya main?

Main: Aur nahi to kya, agar Bharti yaha na hoti to aapko chainse baithne nahi deta main.

Aunty haato mein mere lund ko dabakar boli: Kyu, kya karte… agar woh na hoti to?

Main: Din bhar hum dono ghar mein poore time nange rahte.

Aunty: Hahaha. Hat, mujhe nahi rahna hamesha nange.

Woh mere lund ko chor di aur apne baalo ko samet baandhti hui boli: Uff aaj nahana bhi bhool gayi main.

Main: Kaho to main nahla doon?

Aunty: Hahaha, rahne do baba, main khud hi naha lungi.

Ye kahti hui aunty uth khadi hui aur boli: Chalo main nahake aati hun.

Main: Are rukona aunty, baad mein naha lijiyega.

Main ye kahta hua unki nighty pakad liya. Woh mere haat ko pakad nighty churati hui boli: Hahaha, pagal, main naha lungi. Tumhare jaisa bachcha nahi.

Main: Offo… koi baat nahi, soch lijiye ki kal ka bhuktaan karunga, waise maine bhi to nahaya nahi aaj.

Tabhi maa kitchen se awaaz dekar boli: Kavi… tu jaldi se naha le aur Rahul tum bhi.

Maa shayad ye nahi jaanti thi ki Bharti ab wapas mere kamre mein ja chuki hai. Maa mujhe apne kamre jakar nahane ki baat kar rahi thi. Aunty mujhe honto par ungli rakh shaant rahne ka ishara ki.

Aur fir kitchen ke darwaaze par jakar maa se boli: Theek hai Saru main jakar naha leti hun.

Main shaant baitha raha aur fir aunty maa ke kamre ki taraf chal padi. Main peeche se unhe dekhta raha ki kis tarah se mere haat se aunty ko nahlaane ka maoka nikal gaya.

Mere chehre par nirasha thi jab darwaaze ke paas phunch aunty palat kar mujhe dekhi. Who muskurakar pahle honto par ungli rakhi aur fir ishara ki ki main chup-chaap unke paas jaun. Woh mujhe ishara kar andar chali gayi.

To be continued.

This is the beginning of the journey between my aunt and me (her nephew). A little introduction about my aunt, she is the wife of my mom’s elder brother and her name is Shruti, age 36.

My dad and my uncle are business partners and also our families are very close to each other, so we all stay in a lavish 4 BHK entire floor apartment in Hyderabad. Coming to the figure, the stats of my aunt are 36-25-38, she is a voluptuous horny young lady.

One day, my aunt got a call from her parents that they have found a match for her brother and they want her to come and stay at their house to oversee all the work for his engagement. Since there’s a week before the event date, it was decided that I should drop my aunt at her parents’ home.

The next day, when we got into my car, it refused to start and the other cars were taken for a business trip. So we took my mom’s Vespa as it was only a 60 km journey and also the majority of the journey will be on a highway.

We started and I was driving for almost 40 minutes when my voluptuous aunt suggested that I need to take a break and she will drive for the rest of the journey. I reluctantly agreed because I had never driven a bike this long being accustomed to cars.

I sat behind her and she started to drive, it was 6 in the evening and we still need to cover 15 more km. That was when the sky suddenly went dark and clouds appeared, with a cool breeze cruising against us like trying to freeze its obstacles.

My young aunt was wearing a red silk saree with a half sleeve matching blouse with hooks in the front. Her saree was tied below her waist. Soon I started to feel the cold and started shivering, while my aunt was used to this coldness.

My aunt asked me to hold her as her saree can minimize the cold. I immediately slid my left hand from the open end of her saree dupatta and held her waist with my palm tightly. She felt a sudden shiver on her body and I slid my other hand from around her waist from the back as if I was hugging her.

I tightened my grip around her waist and my aunt slowed down. I could feel her heart beating faster and only then do I realize what I have done. I could feel the warmth of her body and her body was so smooth that I could feel my boner. My horny voluptuous aunt felt my boner poking at her ass and moved a little forward.

I pulled her back and moved my left hand onto her left boob. I could feel her boob from her blouse, it was holding it tightly and held very firm.

I kept my hand on her left boob and I can feel her breathing heavily. I could see my aunty’s face in the rearview mirror and for the first time, I saw how beautiful and how sexy she was. I wanted to feel her body and wanted her completely to consume me!

Shruti: Manav, what are you doing? (shivering)
Manav: Aunty, it’s very cold and we still need to cover 10 more km. So, as you suggested, I am keeping myself warm under your body.

Shruti: That I can see. Now, can you please remove your hand from my breasts and keep it onto my waist?
Manav: Oh, sorry aunty. I will immediately do that.

Saying that, I removed my hand from my voluptuous aunt’s breasts, and in a jiffy, with my hands, I grabbed both her boobs and started pressing them! We both felt the motion of electric waves passing through our bodies. My aunt immediately brought the vehicle to halt.

It was dark and on a highway, so no vehicle was in our sight. She looked very angry and tried to slap me when I held her slapping hand and with my other hand, held her face and gave a kiss on her lips! She was shocked and lost her grip.

Then I immediately took her beautiful face into my hands and started to explore her lips. It was a deep kiss and she was losing her grip to move away from me.

I then made my beautiful aunt open her mouth and pushed my tongue into her mouth. Her mouth felt like chocolate lava. I was sucking her lips and tasting her saliva and I couldn’t stop it. She soon gave in and responded to my kiss with equal passion!

Our tongues started to explore each of our mouths and saliva was being exchanged. Her mouth was heaven and her taste was a delight to hold back.

We broke our first kiss after almost 5 minutes when she was running out of air to breathe.

Shruti (coming to her senses): Manav, what have we done?! It should not have happened. What we have done is very bad.
Manav: No aunty, nothing we have done is wrong because we never felt it was and that’s why we both gave into the situation.

Shruti: Don’t talk rubbish. We kissed, I kissed you back for god’s sake. You are my nephew. I cheated on my husband. I am a very bad person.

And she started crying. I felt guilty and tried to console her. Tears were rolling down her eyes and at that moment, I saw her red juicy lips and couldn’t hold back.

I again held her face and started a kiss on my voluptuous aunt’s lips. She tried to push me back and to my surprise, she held the back of my head tightly and pressed her lips against mine! My aunt was vigorously tasting me and sucking my lips till my lower lip started to bleed.

Shruti: I am so sorry Manav, I just lost myself. I don’t understand what I am doing.

Manav: Aunty, stay calm. I can surely tell you what you are doing. It is your husband who is cheating on you with his secretary and so is my dad. Consider you are just paying it back, but of course, he doesn’t have to know about it.

Shruti: Still, I feel guilty but I was not able to resist you kissing me. I loved it. Your taste and its aroma, I want to have it all again and again.

Saying this, she looked into my eyes. It was the most innocent face I have ever seen and there was guilt and a sense of satisfaction on her face.

Manav: Aunty, I feel the same for you and I want you more than you want me but we are getting late and should probably ride fast to your parents’ home.

She handed me the keys to drive and I tossed them back, she understood why.

We again started to move and I confidently placed both my hands on her boobs and started to squeeze them and feel them from above her blouse.

Shruti: Manav, please stop the squeezing. Your grip is very hard and I am starting to lose control over the Vespa.

Manav: Aunty, I can only imagine how heavenly feeling I will get when I can hold these big, sexy boobs of yours with my hands and suck the hell out of your nipples.

Shruti: Ahh, stop talking like this Manav. Your words are making me go crazy.
Manav: Wait, and see what all I will do to your perfectly sculpted body and explore the universe out of it.

We almost reached her parent’s home, and I have started pressing her waist and her right boob simultaneously. Stopping the vehicle at the entry, my aunt ordered me to keep my hands away from her body until she says or else that was the last chance we got to move any further in the future.

Saying this, she took my face and gave a kiss on my cheek, and left a bite mark!

Manav (holding her travel bag): Will I get to fuck you tonight, Aunty?
Shruti: Maybe, maybe not (with a sheepish smile on her face).

We both went inside and greeted everyone. Her family loves me a lot as my aunt always tells them that I was like her own son and I really takes good care of her.

We had our dinner and when it was time to sleep, I was asked to share her brother’s room. I was disappointed.

Shruti: No, Manav and I will share the room as he is not comfortable staying at other’s houses, and having me beside him, makes him get accustomed to this place.

There was a big glow on my face and seeing it, aunty also gave a soothing smile and we all dispersed for the night.

Shruti (whispering in my ear while moving): I can’t wait to see what all I have in store for me. 🙂

The story will be continued.

Hello to everyone from Rahul. I hope you are reading this, have taken their vaccine shots, and are doing well. I pray for a quick end to the pandemic. Hopefully, the year 2022 will be a great one for all of us without COVID. Keep reading my stories, and keep pleasuring yourself and sharing the love.

Tragedy struck Shivani after 3 years of her marriage. She and her husband were lovers in college who married each other straight out of college. She was 7 months pregnant and was traveling from Bangalore to Chennai with her husband, who was driving the car.

They were going to her parent’s house. A drunk truck driver rammed the truck into their car from the driver’s side, resulting in her husband’s instant death. Shivani ended up seriously injured in hospital with a miscarriage.

It took two whole months for the 24-year-old Shivani to recover physically, but mentally she was still shattered. She had married the love of her life and had lost her child. It made it very difficult for her to move on. She would sit at a corner and keep crying over what had happened.

She had a house in Bangalore. But she was living with her parents and younger unmarried brother in Chennai. Her parents and brother suggested that she take up some job and shift her focus to something else.

She had a month of counseling, but that didn’t help much. She was broken and always sad. She kept to herself and spoke very little. It had been 4 months since the tragedy. To keep her parents and brother from worrying about her, she prepared for the upcoming banking exams.

The main reason for her sadness was that she was lactating. Every time she pumped out milk, she would remember her child, which would only add to her depression. One day, when she broke down, her mother came in to console her, and she told her everything.

It was probably the first time after the accident that she spoke her mind and cried her heart out. This worried her parents. After many discussions, they concluded that they would start looking for a groom for her if Shivani agreed. They gave their suggestion to Shivani, who immediately rejected the idea.

That is when her father said that she needed a purpose in life to continue to live a life. She couldn’t go on like this. He suggested that if she is not getting married, then she should adopt a kid. Her mother immediately supported the idea.

Shivani said she needed time to think and went away to her room to contemplate in solitude. It took Shivani a week to convince herself to go ahead with the adoption. But it wasn’t easy as she was unemployed and a widow. It took two months for the adoption to happen.

Shivani would visit an orphanage near her home once in three days. But with her depressed state, she would never get attached to a kid. It went on for a month. One fine day she came in contact with a 16-month-old baby. She felt a strange connection with the child, and she smiled for the first time in months.

That was it. She immediately decided to adopt the baby. She told her parents, and within a week, all the procedures were taken care of. Finally, they brought the baby home.

There still was a condition that she had to fulfill to get full custody of the baby. That was to get employed within the year, or the court would make the adoption null and void. The baby would return to the orphanage. So she started to prepare for her banking exams.

Her mother was right. As soon as Shivani breastfed her baby, the bond was made for life. For Shivani, her son Rahul had become her life. She started to forget about the past and even overcame her depression. Instead of passing every single day in agony, she started to live her life.

She cleared her banking exam and got placed in SBI as an officer. She stayed at her parents’ place in Chennai and her brother till he got married. Then she decided to move back to Bangalore. Rahul was 5 when she shifted to Bangalore.

Shivani was a beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure. Big ass, sexy curves at the hips, and a big pair of juicy boobs. She looked like pornstar Crystal Swift. She would attract a lot of eyeballs but ignored the advances of every man. Her only priority and the most important thing was her adopted son Rahul.

Shivani was very protective of her son and would only leave him out of her sight when she was at work.  Even for Rahul, his mother was everything. He had just a few friends, so his social circle was more or less non-existent. Rahul, by the age of 19, had started to watch porn and masturbate.

He slowly got fascinated with incest porn. He gradually began to masturbate, imagining his mom Shivani. He would stare at her cleavage when she would bend down in front of him. He ogled at her ass when she walked away from him.

He would never miss a chance to see his mom Shivani change dress. She has no qualms about changing in front of Rahul. He would admire her nakedness to his heart’s content.

Shivani had replaced Rahul’s porn collection. He would fantasize about fucking her and would pleasure himself. But he never dared to do anything. Shivani would regularly hug him and kiss him on his cheeks. Rahul would do the same, which was a very common thing.

Shivani still hadn’t told him about her past and that he was adopted. She just told him that his father had died in a car accident. Time passed away quickly. Rahul had completed his junior college and had gotten admission to a national institute in Nagpur.

Shivani was reluctant at first to let him go to Nagpur and live in a hostel. This would be the first time she would live separately without her son. But she gave Rahul his freedom and let him go. Shivani wanted to live in Bangalore as she still had memories of her husband.

She would be very happy whenever Rahul would come home for the holidays. She would insist that he sleep with her. For Rahul, his mom Shivani was his soulmate, his first love, and his everything. They would cuddle and sleep very close to each other.

Rahul would find it very difficult to control his hard-on. But after a couple of days, he gave up on controlling it and tried to rub it against his mom’s body. Shivani would feel it but ignored it, either thinking of it to be an unintentional movement in sleep.

Rahul’s birthday was on Jan 6. But his exams got over early by Jan 2. For the first time in 4 years, he got the chance to spend his birthday with his mom. Rahul came home on the 4^th. Shivani, too, was very excited to be with her son on his birthday. She ordered the cake and surprised him at midnight.

They cut the cake, fed it to each other. They playfully applied a little on each other’s faces. Rahul started to play songs on his phone and asked his mom to dance with him. Shivani readily agreed, and they both started to gyrate to the music.

Rahul caught Shivani by her waist. He pulled her towards him and started to swing from one side to another, allowing his warm breath to fall on his mother’s neck. Shivani’s big breasts were now tightly pressed against Rahul’s chest. His hands moved all-around Shivani’s back.

Rahul was a well-built guy who used to go regularly to the gym and believed in staying fit. He was strong, and so was his grip around his mom’s waist. Shivani kissed her son on his cheeks as usual and started to pull away after 5 minutes. They both talked for a while and hit the bed, and slept cuddling each other.

The next day for her son’s birthday, Shivani had made his favorite breakfast. Rahul woke up and went straight to the kitchen to hug his mom from behind. His morning wood slid between Shivani’s ass crack above her pink satin nightgown.

She didn’t move for a while. She stood still to feel the heat of her son’s hard-on against her ass. Rahul kissed his mom on her neck and whispered good morning in her ears, bringing Shivani back to reality. She immediately pushed him away.

She turned around to give her son a peck on his cheek and sent him to the bathroom to freshen up. To Shivani’s surprise, Rahul returned after 10 minutes and started to have his tea and breakfast.

Shivani: You took a bath so quickly?

Rahul: No, Mom, I wasn’t in the mood. I will have a bath later or in the evening.

Shivani: We have to go to the temple. Just finish your breakfast and have a bath.

Rahul: Have you taken a bath?

Shivani: Not yet, but I am going right now.

Rahul: I am feeling lethargic. Can you bathe me as you used to when I was a kid?

Shivani: Are you kidding me? No way, finish your breakfast and take a bath.

Rahul: But it’s my birthday? Please?

Shivani: You are so lazy. Just finish your breakfast and come to my bathroom.

Rahul: Thank you, Mom. By the way, this tastes so good. Love you a lot.

Shivani went to her room and changed. She wore a white petticoat, which started from her boobs and ended a good 4-5 inches above her knees. Her cleavage was visible. She was looking so sexy that anyone who saw her would get an erection.

She tied her waist-long hair up in a bun and entered the bathroom. She started to fill the bucket with water in excitement. She, too, had wanted something like this to happen. As soon as the bucket was full, Rahul knocked on the bathroom door.

Shivani let him in. Rahul just stood still for a brief moment and began to admire his mom’s beauty. It had been a while, almost 4 years, since he saw his mom naked or even just wearing a petticoat like she was wearing at present.

Shivani: Are you just going to stand there, or will you remove your clothes, or do you expect me to do that as well?

Rahul: Oh, sorry! What should I remove?

Shivani: I have seen you naked a lot of times. But if you feel shy, wear your underwear and remove the rest.

Rahul wanted to show off his manhood to his mom. But he was afraid that he might not control it from getting hard. He might end up offending his mom. So he chose to keep his underwear and removed the rest. But he didn’t know that his mom wanted him to get fully naked.

She could see the thing that rubs against her at night when they are cuddling. Shivani, too had sexual feelings for her son just like Rahul had for her since his teenage.

For Shivani, it started when her son left for college. She started to miss him a lot. She realized that Rahul had become her soulmate, and she just loved him too much. She never wanted him to be away from him. But her motherly instinct would overpower her lust.

She would always end up with a debate on morality with herself. She would never do anything to fulfill her lust and express her love for her son Rahul. She, too, had masturbated, imagining him putting his cock in her pussy and pumping it with full force. But she never dared to act on her imagination.

Rahul was in his underwear. Shivani, in her petticoat, made Rahul sit on a knee-high stool and started pouring water on him. She took soap in her hands, rubbed it, and began applying it on him with her hands.

She soaped his upper body, both front, and back, along with his arms. Then without any thought, she blurted out something that she instantly regretted at first.

Shivani: Remove your underwear, Rahul.

Rahul: Mom?

Shivani: It’s fine dear, it’s important to clean the privates. I will do it, don’t be shy.

Rahul stood up and removed his underwear, and exposed his semi-hard cock to his mom. Shivani was impressed with the size but didn’t show any reaction and continued to soap him. Shivani sat on the stool, did his legs first. Finally touched his dick, slowly pulled back his foreskin.

She deliberately took her time to soap it. She saw his manhood grow to its full size and become hard as a rock. It was easily 7″ long and was thick as well, with nicely trimmed pubic hair. She lifted his dick and started to rub soap on his balls while admiring the veins at the lower part of his cock.

Shivani could feel her pussy getting wet and getting an urge to take his dick in her mouth. But she stayed strong. Without showing any emotion on her face and not making eye contact with her son, she turned him around. She applied soap on his ass and butt crack.

Then she made him sit and started to pour water to clean him. Again once she was done with her upper body, she made him stand and took her time to clean his privates. This time, she heard her son give out a moan.

Shivani’s cunt was fully wet by now and was leaking love fluids for her son. She finished cleaning him and gave him the towel. She asked him to dry himself and go out. But she also dared to say something very naughty for the first time to her son.

Shivani: Dry yourself, Rahul, and take care of it.

Rahul: What do you mean, mom?

Shivani pointed at his dick, made a fist, and shook it up and down, suggesting that he masturbated. Rahul took it as the perfect opportunity to break barriers. He acted as if he didn’t understand what his mom was saying and feigned innocence.

Shivani: Oh, come on, Rahul, do I have to spell it out? Go masturbate. You are hard as a rock.

Rahul: I don’t know what you are talking about, mom.

Shivani: Don’t act so innocent, Rahul. You’re in college and surely know about this stuff. I am sure that is what you discuss with your friends as well.

Rahul: Mom, I seriously don’t know what you are saying and what friends of mine are you talking about? You are my only friend. Tell me what I have to do, and I will do it.

He was trying to initiate an incestuous relationship with his sexy mother. Shivani was too clever to fall for such things. But she decided to play along. Even she wanted things to happen with the love of her life, Rahul, her adopted son.

To Be Continued.