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As she disconnected the call, Yasmeen was tense. She was on a call with her hubby, Abrar. He informed her that they had lost the court case. They had lost their ancestral property.

They now have two options – either appeal against the verdict in the higher court or accept this verdict. Having spent all the liquid cash they had on this litigation, they decided to accept the verdict.

Yasmeen is from a very modest background. From her childhood, she was interested in studying and being an independent woman. However, her family background didn’t help.

In exchange for a handsome amount, her parents married her off to Abrar despite him being 20 years older than her. Abrar lives with his aged parents and two divorced sisters. It was only after their marriage that Yasmeen realized that the pomp and splendour were just superficial.

In reality, they were living off the cash that they would get by selling their antique jewellery, artefacts and other possessions. Yasmeen’s inner voice told her that it’s important for her to be independent so she can support the family when needed.

She convinces Abrar that she should study and get her master’s degree. Their entire village would look up to their family, and that would enhance their family’s reputation. She knew that Abrar and her family, though conservative, would agree with anything for false prestige. True to her guess, they agreed.

They live in a remote village in West Bengal. She picked up a private university on the outskirts of Hyderabad as she wanted to stay away from them. She was just a couple of months away from completing her master’s, and she heard this news.

Abrar tells her that the court gave them 1 week to vacate their palatial house. They have a two-bedroom house attached to a 3-acre farmland in the adjacent village. Fortunately for them, this wasn’t part of the litigation. So they’ve decided to move there and do farming.

Abrar also mentioned that they have a few loans that they’re expected to repay. The meagre income from the farm would barely help them sustain But he’s not sure how he would repay the loans.

Given this, Yasmeen decided that she’d work. And simultaneously, she wants to calm down Abrar a bit. So, she calls him up and informs him that she’ll work at the same university that she’s studying. The money she’d earn would help them manage expenses while repaying the loans.

She assures him that in 4-5 years, they will be able to repay. Abrar feels so relieved, agrees to it and asks her, “But is there any job available?”

“My professor asked me a couple of days back if I wanted to take up an open position on the campus and stay back. I’ll now go to him and tell him I’d like to take it.” She lies to make him feel better.

Now, the biggest challenge is – how would she get a job at this university. The reason for her picking up this university was that they’d give her accommodation, food and salary. A major part of her salary can be saved, which can help them.

Just then, she gets a call from Rakesh, her classmate, “Yaz, where are you? We’re all waiting for you.”

“Why?” she asks.

“Forgot? We’ve got to firm up our plans for tomorrow’s event,” Rakesh says with a tinge of irritation.

That’s when she remembers that the final years are hosting a speaker series tomorrow. Along with Rakesh and a few others, she’s part of the organizing committee. They agreed to meet up to discuss the arrangements.

“I’ll be there in 2 minutes,” she paces towards the cafeteria as she’s speaking to him. They spend the new few hours discussing the finer aspects.

The responsibility she’s entrusted with is escorting the Chairman to the auditorium and back to his office. The Chairman, Mr Rao, is one of the well-known educationists in the State. He owns a group of institutions, amongst which this university is the latest one.

He is well-connected in the power circles. He is known to be a no-nonsense man who doesn’t interact much with anyone. The Admin block is a 10 storied building on the University campus. While the auditorium is on the ground floor, the first 5 floors of the building have the university’s admin office.

The 6th floor has the office of the Dean along with the chambers for the professors and other teaching staff. From the 7th floor onwards, it is off-limits for all the students. No one really knows anything about what’s on these floors.

The 10th floor has a sprawling Chairman’s office that has a magnificent three-sided open view. People have only heard of it but have never seen it. Only the Dean has been to it a few times when he had to meet the Chairman.

A visit to the Chairman’s office needs a lot of approvals. It almost takes 3 hours for Yasmeen to get those approvals. The next morning, at the scheduled time, Yasmeen goes to the Chairman’s office and is awestruck by the grandeur of the place. She greets Mr Rao, and they get into the elevator.

The elevator stops at floor 6, where a few professors get in. The elevator gets full. Mr Rao moves to the corner wall of the elevator. Yasmeen is standing in front of him. Yasmeen is wearing western formals and heels that day. She’s in tight, formal black trousers and a light pink coloured tight fitting shirt.

The dress is making her look more alluring. She has a protruding butt which got more prominent due to her trousers and heels. Unknowingly, her butt gently presses Mr Rao’s crotch.

Now, Mr Rao is a single parent in his late 50s. His seriousness towards his profession and his values deprived him of female proximity. This unexpected touch stirs him up. His dick slowly begins to react to the situation. It becomes mildly erect but just enough to greet Yasmeen’s butt cheek.

Yasmeen could feel the hardness, and she couldn’t believe it. She got the widely respected Mr Rao hard. While her instant thought is to move forward, she can’t owing to the man standing in front of her. So, she lets it be, which causes Mr Rao’s dick to harden slightly further.

As they both are grappling with the unexpected turn of events, the lift reaches the ground floor. They step out of the lift. Yasmeen escorts Mr Rao to the auditorium, and the event begins.

During the entire event, she could sense Mr Rao stealing glances at Yasmeen. At the same time, she is trying to figure out a way that can be a win-win for all. As the event ends, Yasmeen gets back to Mr Rao and escorts him back. What Mr Rao doesn’t know is that she has decided for both of them.

On the way to the lift, she engages him in some small talk. She’s holding the big flower basket that is given to Mr Rao in his honour and walking alongside him. As they enter the lift, she wants to make her intentions towards him very obvious.

As they enter the lift, she realizes that it is just the two of them. Yet she stands in front of him. As the lift starts, all she does is deliberately push her butt into his groin. Her butt takes care of the rest. Though there’s a fabric between their naked skins, the situation makes “it” hard for Mr Rao.

His dick gets harder than before. As the lift reaches the last floor and the door opens, Mr Rao looks at Yasmeen. He thanks her and extends his hand to take the flower basket from her.

“It’s ok, sir – I’ll help you to keep it in your room,” she politely says and walks with him into the room.

As they enter his room, the door closes behind them and Mr Rao again thanks Yasmeen. She puts the flower basket down and turns towards him. She unbuttons the top three buttons of her shirt while looking into his eyes. The situation is making her breathe heavily.

Her 36C bust is trying to break free from her bra. Her chest is heaving up and down with her heavy breaths. He can’t believe what’s happening. Just as he’s about to say something, Yasmeen puts her finger on his lips and gently presses his lips. That kills the words that were about to come out.

She then holds his wrist, lifts it and places it on her left boob. Though covered by the shirt and bra, he could still feel the firmness, warmth and softness of her breasts. He wants to move his hand away from her breast.

But without his knowledge, involuntarily, his hand slightly firms up the grip and ever so gently squeezes her boob. Yasmeen figures out that she now has him. She moves closer to him. So close that their faces could feel the warmth of each other’s breath.

She places a kiss on his lips. Just as she does it, her hand goes down to caress his manhood over his trousers. His dick responds to her touch and begins to grow. She walks him to his chair and makes him sit. Yasmeen kneels, then proceeds to spread his legs, unzip his trousers and insert her hand inside.

“Impressive,” is all she says as she holds his dick over his underwear. Her hand makes its way into the underwear. For the first time, her naked skin touches his manhood. His dick pulsates by the touch. Yasmeen looks into his eyes and coyly smiles, fully aware of what he’s going through.

She then slowly and carefully pulls it out. It’s black, thick and semi-erect. She feels it’s a bit uncomfortable dealing with it like this. So she unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his trouser, and just pulls the elastic band of his underwear below his cock.

She brings his cock out fully, along with his balls. She opens it up so she gets some space to work through. She carefully begins to stroke his cock, trying to bring it to full glory. Her efforts yield results in no time. His fully erect manhood is black, thick and glistening with the oozing precum.

“You’re thick,” is all she says, and that makes Mr Rao feel proud. She lovingly looks at it, bites her lower lip, and takes out her tongue. She uses her hand to pull the head of his cock out of the foreskin. She lovingly places a kiss on the pink head of his cock.

A chill runs up his spine and he has goosebumps all over. Although he had sex before, this is the first time he’s experiencing it. For him, he was just focused on his professional life, and sex was just another chore for him. He lost his wife 6 years after their marriage.

Since then, he never had sex, although he occasionally masturbates. She then kisses his balls and proceeds to lick along the length of his fully erect shaft. The feeling is so overwhelming that the muscles in his cock tighten further.

She looks at him again, smiles and then proceeds to engulf his manhood with her mouth. The warmth, moistness and the gentle scraping of her teeth over his cock makes him quiver, and he lets out a loud gasp. “Aah,” is all he could say.

His hand goes behind her head in an effort to push her further. He doesn’t want this moment to end. Holding the base of his cock, she engulfs it all and begins to suck it. This gets unbearable for him. It’s been a while since he last emptied his balls.

He’s on the edge and can explode anytime. He tries to pull her head away from his cock as he doesn’t want to empty himself in her mouth. She understands what he’s trying to do, and then she does something that he never expected. She digs her mouth further and increases her speed.

He can no longer hold himself and cums in her mouth with a loud groan. His entire body is throbbing as his cock spurts the sperm in her mouth. She lovingly takes it all in and waits for him to settle down. As he settles down, she licks the tip of his cock for the last few drops and licks it dry.

Mr Rao can still not believe what happened. A sexy girl who is old enough to be his daughter gave him a blowjob. She gets up and smiles at him as he begins to buckle up. She buttons up her shirt and then surprises him with something. She removes her heels and removes her trouser.

Mr Rao is in awe of her sexy legs – especially her thighs. She then turns away from him, slowly pulls down her panty while jiggling her ass. He begins to get hard again, seeing her naked butt. The shapely butt and her smooth and fair skin adds to the growing restlessness in him.

She turns around, exposing her clean-shaven pussy to him. He could see some moistness around her pussy lips. He thinks that she’s loving whatever is happening here. She picks up her panty, drops it in his lap and says, “A small souvenir from me.”

She then proceeds to pull up her trousers. As she’s dressing up, she says, “Sir, I’ll be completely yours. But I need help from you. I’m in financial trouble, and I need help.” As she pauses, he thinks that she’s trying to take money from him for sex. He instantly starts to think lowly of her.

“I’m not asking you for any money. Please give me a job. I’ll work hard and sincerely like any other employee. And as a mark of gratitude for giving me the job, I’ll totally surrender myself to you. Not just for once. I’ll be fully yours for as long as I’m here.”

She pauses and then proceeds, “Please think it over, sir and let me know. But one thing sir, I really like you and admire you. I’m willing to surrender to you out of love and respect but not for money. Other than the salary and perks that you give to all your employees, I expect nothing else from you.”

She writes down her number on a piece of paper, says, “If you wish to consider me, here’s my number,” and leaves his room.

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“Sneha,” Rakesh waves, inviting me to them. I watch the handsome stranger. With every step, my heart was beating faster and faster. I was inching closer to this dangerous addiction, Rocky. Rocky stood with calm confidence.

I literally bit my lower lips between my teeth in anxiety and excitement. Rocky was too collected. He welcomed with a wide smile and a sturdy handshake, “Hello, madam.” How can he do this? His strong hand firmly holds me. His deep stare creates turbulence inside my body.

His touch excited me with goosebumps. I was nearly senseless with anxiety. My cheek widened to an awkward smile. He boldly leaves a comment, ignoring the presence of my husband, “You look very beautiful, madam.” He winks at me, a lightning-quick wink that neither my husband nor the broker caught.

My heart stops for a moment as I detach my hand from the stranger’s clasp and quickly watch my husband. My expression was like a college girl, and my just shaved pussy was wet. Fuck! Rocky, What magic do you do?

I was too focused on watching every word spoken by this stranger. My heart was begging for his lips to be all over my body. I was unable to read his intentions. I tried to hold a serious face, but I couldn’t. Every time I watch his lips, my lips tend to widen into a blush or smile.

Even though the conversation was around 15 minutes, I felt it ended fast in a glimpse of an eye. “OK, there are some more properties we will intimate you,” was the last statement from Rocky. We bid bye. My eyes were locked infinitely with the stranger and my feet refused again to step away.

Like a magnet, there was some force dragging me to him. I forcefully turned away and walked slowly all the way, controlling the urge to turn my gaze to watch him. My hunger awoken this morning reached its peak. My mind suddenly went into fantasy.

The stranger’s lips and tongue are inside my mouth, kissing me wildly at a corner of one of the under-construction flats. Fuck I am going crazy for him. His strong arms are lifting me like a toy. His fit torso.

My thoughts ran unguarded, thinking about the ways his thick cock would be piercing my pussy. His lips hungrily, savaging every inch of my body. I was leaking juices like never before, and my panty was drenched. Losing my self-control, I tilted my head to watch this hunter.

Damn, his eyes were transfixed, and he caught my eyes. I felt delighted that he had not lost interest in me, and he, too, wanted me. I want him. I need him. I want him to bang me as his pet. I turn again, and watching his eyes, I tell myself, “This shaved pussy is yours, handsome Stranger.”

I don’t know what to do. As we reach the car, I take my mobile and walk slightly away. Fuck! I am acting. What the hell am I doing? There was no call. I was acting as if talking to someone. I am doing all this like a keyed toy.

I return to my husband and shamelessly lie on his face, “Hey Raki, You go home. I got a call from the office. I have to go to the office.” He says, “No problem. Thanks for coming, honey. It’s my mistake. I will drop you at the office.”

Shit, Why the fuck he remains so loyal to me? I don’t feel a hint of guilt. I want the stranger’s lips all over my body. I convinced him, “His (the broker’s) vehicle is near our home, right? You carry on. I shared the location with the driver. He will pick me up.”

Rakesh, “It’s OK. Once the car arrives, I will leave.” I did not expect that Rakesh would wait. I wanted him gone. I suddenly go harsh, speaking in a louder tone, “Hey Raki, Why do you want him to wait? Don’t act. Please go. I am perfectly OK.”

Raki says OK and leaves. Once the car was out of my sight, I turned my gaze around to watch the stranger. He was standing with his eyes continuing to stay on me. I don’t want to watch his magnetically seductive eyes. I lower my head, watching the floor and walk to the base of the stairs.

At the base, I tremble when I lift my head to watch him. A momentary gaze exchanges lots of unspoken messages between us. I start climbing the concrete stairs. I have no idea, What the hell I was doing. After climbing one floor, I peep between the rails confirming that the stranger is indeed following me.

I was so desperate that if he hadn’t followed, I would have shamelessly asked him to follow. With each click of my heels, my mind chanted mistake, mistake mistake. But my heart, for once, wouldn’t listen. I entered the flat that the broker had shown earlier on the fourth floor.

I stood facing the empty void with my back to the main door. “Hey, beautiful” damn the same word. The same manly tone which he had in the function hall on our first meet. I need this. I turn to face him.

I lose my composure seeing him and mumble, “I am waiting for a car from my office. I thought to check out the flat until the car arrived.” He grinned, and I could make out that he knew very well that I was lying. We both knew why we were there, and we both needed each other.

“Come, follow me,” saying this, he walks. I follow him without asking any questions. I climbed the stairs, watching his nervy thigh and stiff back. We climbed to the seventh floor, which had two massive-sized flats. He stood near the door of one flat and showed his hand, ordering me to enter.

I stepped into the villa-styled flat with the stranger so close. My nipples were so hard that they poked out of my dress, craving for the stranger’s lips and tongue. He showed me around the flat. On reaching the spacious balcony, I occupied one corner and stood holding the rail. He stood at the other corner.

He asks, “How long have you been married?”

Me: Three years.

His next question was straight like an arrow, as if he knew me so well, “During this time, Have you ever had an extramarital affair?”

I should have kept a serious face, but I couldn’t as I smiled, answering, “That’s private. I should slap you for even asking.”

He smiles with his eyes right into me, taking a few steps closer, “So slap me. Then answer the question.”

He stood just a few feet away from me, watching my response. I swallowed. The longer he waited, the warmer the space between us grew. I licked my drying lips. I spoke, watching his lips, “No, I’ve never cheated on my husband.”

The sudden urge to see what he’d taste like to put his mouth on mine. He continues, “Ever been tempted.”

Me: No. I love him. I did not even fantasize about another man.

Hiding the fact that I have been endlessly fantasizing about him from the moment I saw him.  My face warmed. I hadn’t misunderstood his intentions. He’d practically asked me to have an affair.

Me: Sorry to disappoint you. I am not that kind of person. I’m not going to sleep with you.

He: I don’t believe you. I’m not disappointed by your reply. I won’t sleep with you either. Not tonight.

I couldn’t voice my attraction to him. My eyes were showing it to him. He understood by the way he flicked his tongue over his bottom lips with a satisfied half smile that followed.

“Not any night?” I corrected his last statement. My voice faltered as my reply sounded more like a question. He inched closer. The railing dug into my back. He had me cornered. Trapped, I could not set myself free even if I wanted.

I couldn’t resist my infuriating urge with him this close to be in his arms if he commanded me.

He: After that night, I never wanted to see you again. Because I can’t control the temptation you leave behind.

Me: Why didn’t you follow me?

My voice was very romantic. Damn, What am I doing? The intensity between us grew thicker with every moment. Waiting for his response, my eyes lingered on his hard muscles too big for his shirt. My fingers curled into fists, and my cheeks burned. He was so goddamn beautiful.

I could keep my married status aside, run and leap into his arms cover his face with kisses. Press my willing self against his hard body. He spoke confidently, “Do you realize you are flirting with me just as you flirted at the wedding with only eyes? But today, with words.”

I blinked, forcing myself out of the fantasy. I closed my eyes and heaved a deep sigh, Get it under control. He continued, “After the insult at our last meeting. You got to ask for it?”

My throat dried I swallowed. (I want you. At this moment, I will not just ask. I am ready to beg). I controlled speaking these words aloud.

“Sneha, I am growing tired of pretending. I want to eat you. I want to cherish every bit of you. I want to fuck you. Fuck you here and now. You are so tempting.” His words enchanted my body. I found my phone dinging and read a text from my husband, “Did you reach the office?”

I ignored the text. I didn’t want Rocky to know about the text, but my phone started ringing. I silenced my husband’s call and tucked it inside my bag.

I ask again, “Why did you not follow me?”

He replied, “I would have followed you since I wanted you madly on the wedding night, but I didn’t.”

Me: Yeah, I remember the way you ogled all over my body.

He: I moved out on your repeated telling that you were married. I backed out since I felt sad about not creating the same lust as was in me. I want something I find a way to get it. You belong to someone else.

A deep breath filled my nostrils with the smell of perfume from Rocky. His stare followed me as I moved. “No more waiting, Beautiful.” In one slow, measured movement, he wrapped his strong arm around my waist and pulled me to him.

His other hand rose and raked through my hair, tilting my mouth upward. My eyes fluttered shut as his lips met mine, and everything else fell away. Warmth pulsed through me as he tested the new territory with a purposeful and tender kiss.

My mouth parted, and he answered by opening it farther with his lips. An ache blossomed between my legs. My head swam with the hot breath and heady taste of another man after so many years. He cupped my face and backed me against the wall as the kiss became wilder and needier.

His hands moved down my neck and over my collarbone. They covered my shoulders, pressing me into the wall. That throbbing between my thighs grew eager for relief. I took his cheeks in my hands, his skin smooth over the sharp jaw and moaned on his tongue.

He suddenly stepped away, breaking the kiss. He started to walk away. It intoxicated me that he could read my thoughts, fears, and desires. I didn’t want to be so vulnerable to anyone, not even to my husband.

As he walked away, I desperately and beggingly shouted, “Hey stranger, I want you. I want to be kissed. I want to be eaten. I want to be banged. These are your lips. I want you inside me. Please don’t go. Sorry about the wedding day.”

Until the final part! Thank you, all ISS readers.

As I walked down the stairs, Dev came out of the room. His face was wrought with doubt, guilt, and perplexity.

“I am… I am sorry maa. Are you okay?” he asked.

I looked up at him. If only he knew how my body welcomed his sliding, his grunting, the way he wildly grabbed my boobs, the way his warm cum splashed on my back. I couldn’t tell him. But I couldn’t hide it either.

I slowly scooped his dick from my back with my fingers. Then looking at him seductively, I licked my fingers covered in this thick semen and ate them.

“That answers your question, Deva” I murmured.

“Oh… you kinky tasty woman!” I could see his cock getting erect again.

“But keep your dirty hands from my boobs, okay?” I mock-scolded him.

“Yes, maa.”

“You were the one who asked for my ass so, live with it”, I said, giggling as I went to our room and closed the door.

As I took a bath, I couldn’t but wonder at the lie I had told my son. Not only did I want my son to crush and knead my boobs, but I wanted his hands all over my body. Then I fingered myself thinking about my son’s thick manhood.

I was in heat, but I couldn’t show my son that I was ripe for him. I am a sanskari mother after all! Fated by the Gods to live with a gandhii nitamb and a pervert of a son who had been smelling and enjoying it for the last two days – all for his marriage. But the price to pay was my sanity.

As I came out of the bathroom, I saw Ravi changing his sweaty t-shirt.

“You are back”, he said.

“Oh yes, my patidev”, I hissed as I seductively undraped my towel exposing my naked body to my husband, switching off the lights and putting our dim night lamp on.

Soon his dresses were on the floor and I was straddling him like a wild huntress. I kissed him like a starving bear. After a wild exchange of kisses, he pinned me to the bed, got on top of me, and slid his penis inside my buttery wet pussy.

My hubby thrust in me vigorously for a few seconds and dumped his semen before I could bloom. Unbothered, I quickly took his fingers and plodded it inside my pussy. Although his fingering lacked the intensity of our younger years, I bloomed like a flower cumming like a waterfall of milk when I imagined my son’s finger in there instead of Ravi’s. My white cum oozed through my pussy and thighs, leaking into the bedsheet.

“Don’t you want to taste it, Ravi? Lots of milk in waste” I smirked.

Ravi slowly drank and ate my cum, kissing me. Then we hugged and kissed before dressing up. That night, my body glowed from the orgasm. Both men complimented me as we had dinner. I was flattered as much as I was famished by all the taboos that my son had done. Just as I was about to sleep, I got Dev’s message.

Dev: Good night, you sexy woman. Can’t wait to worship your ass tomorrow.

Although I agreed with him to be there whenever he needed me, I decided to play around a little.

Me: Aren’t you done yet, son?

Dev: Not yet. I am addicted to your musky gandii butthole scent and the soft warm ass cheeks. Just wait for tomorrow.

Shivers went up my spine as I read it. But I couldn’t control my sanskari impulses as well.

Me: Don’t you think you have to take a break tomorrow, just to check if your fetish is gone or not? If you eat me every day, how will you know?

Dev: Although I am pretty sure my fetish is not gone yet; we’ll do as you suggested.

Me: Okay. So, no touching tomorrow. Also, there is Aarti’s birthday party, so come with me in the evening.

Dev: Okay, maa.

My sanskari self had instructed him not to touch me. But my randi self had other ideas.

The next morning, my son came to the kitchen in the early hours. I welcomed him wearing a black tight petticoat and blouse. As he sat on the kitchen slab cutting vegetables, I stood at the other side of the slab and turned towards him.

I was offering a full view of my upper body including my deep cleavage. As he stopped and gasped at my beautiful form, I put my hands on the slab and jutted out my chest in the pretext of stretching.

“What are you looking at?” I winked.

“Your beautiful face, of course.”

“Really?”

I then seductively walked toward him. Placing my hands on the slab on either side of his thighs, I leaned at him, exposing my cleavage further.

“How about now?”

“Ohh… your breasts… it’s… it’s… so sexy, maa”

“Like what you see? Can I wear this blouse in the evening?” I asked.

“ Yeah-yeah maa”, he fumbled.

“Thank you, beta! Now I don’t want to spoil this dress.”

Slowly, I removed my blouse. I watched my son’s lips go dry and cock got erect as I unveiled my buxom full breasts clad in tight black bra. He let down his pajamas and took out his throbbing monster.

Then I walked towards him, allowing him to get the full view of his bra-clad mother. As I seductively squeezed my boobs, he began to stroke his cock. I watched his hands move up and down across his erect pole.

“Chee! You pervert, masturbating to your mother?”

“Yeah, maa”.

“To her boobs?”

“Yeah, maa…”.

“Is it big for you, do you want to suck them? Do you want to smell them? Do you want to see my nipples from which you drank your milk?” I encouraged.

“Oh yes… yes mother…”, he moaned stimulating his dick with speed and force.

“Oh… my pervert beta, lusting over his own mother’s breasts…, you bekari son, you dirty little brat, rub your cock for mummy, good boy. I’ll feed my boobs to your waiting warm mouth. I’ll let them cover in your sweet saliva, I’ll let you suck and eat my soft flesh, I’ll let you press them, knead them and eat them…”

“Ohhhh uffff maaaaaa”, he grunted as his cock exploded thick streams of warm semen which landed on my breasts and black bra.

“Looks like you got a new fetish”, I smirked.

“Seems you like my new fetish…”, he smirked back.

Then I cleaned his cum from his sleeping cock and tasted it. I tied back the knot of his pajamas.

“See you in the evening. Remember, no touching, no smelling, and from now on, no masturbation. ”

“Done”.

Then I sent him to his room, quickly completed the chores, and fed breakfast to my soldiers before bidding them goodbye. In the evening, I presented to the party wearing a black chiffon saree and the black blouse that I seduced my son with the morning. Dev also made it to the function on time. The birthday girl was a student of mine and her friends who were also my students were present at the party.

After the cake-cutting ceremony, my son gave me a small piece of cake on a paper plate with a note that read.

“Dear maa…. you look so beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off you, and I wish I was born as your panty so I could smell you every time. I wish I was born as your bra so I can savor your breasts every time, I wish I could be born as your sandals so I can feel your sexy feet, I wish for so much more but tonight, I wish that you place this little piece of cake in your ass crack”.

The letter was too gratifying to reject. Then I looked at my sweet son lovingly, blew him a flying kiss, and then nodded in affirmation. I went to the toilet and carefully wedged the cake in my anal crevice before meticulously covering it with my panty.

As I came out, my son suggested that the teacher and the students do a dance performance. Everyone agreed before I could do anything. I looked at my son pleadingly praying that cake did not ooze out of my ass.

The chiffon saree was pretty transparent and I could see my son ogling at my fertile flaring hips and deep navel. Now, I had to tie my saree in such a way that it exposed my fleshy hips and the contours of my breasts. Then I lifted the lower part of the saree to ease the movement of my legs which meant that my shapely ass was even more accentuated by the saree.

As the dance began, we first moved showing our front to the audience and then our backs. I was pretty sure that my full plushy tight breasts on the front and my buxom fertile hips and ass were moved in the maximum seductive stance. Amidst the dance, I glanced lustily and teasingly at my son who watched the assets of his mother.

After the dance was over, everyone came to congratulate us. But there was no sign of Dev anywhere. By this time, I could feel sweat mixed with cake filled up in my ass crack. I thought I would put away some cake from my ass otherwise the contents would spill over.

The toilet was inside the room. As I walked into the dimly lit room, someone caught my body and closed my mouth before closing and locking the door. It was none other than my son. Before I could say anything, he forcefully grabbed and pinched my ass cheeks as I helplessly gasped. Then he bent me over the bed and lifted the petticoat and saree exposing my panty-covered ass. In a jiffy, I felt my panties being removed which landed next to my face. In no time, my son began eating and licking the cake from my ass.

I breathed heavily thinking about the dirty risky forbidden taboo erotic thing my son was doing in a semi-public function, eating his mother’s sweaty ass crack laden with yummy creamy cake. I was helpless to his warm hungry slurps and I helplessly surrendered to his depravity. He kept eating and smelling and tongue fucking my butthole till someone began to knock on the door.

As the knock got louder, my son let me loose and restored my saree. He took my panty and stuffed it in his pocket. Before I could protest, he pushed me into the bathroom. Then I heard him opening the door and telling the outsiders that I had a small sprain which he helped with and now I was in the bathroom. He called me. I came out of the bathroom relaxed with a sigh of relief.

Geez! I wanted to go to the toilet to get rid of some portion of the cake. But my naughty son got rid of the entire cake, my ass sweat. And my panties too.

I joined the crowd, panty-less with nothing to absorb my precum oozing through my cunt. A few feet apart, I saw the eater of my ass talking with guests unaware that the particles of cake that he ate from my stinky ass were still around his mouth.

On our way back, I pretended to admonish my son for his excesses while wiping off the cake from his silly face. But in truth, the whole session felt phenomenally raunchy. The oozing river of precum wetting my thighs and staining my petticoat stood as a demonstration of that.

Dear Readers, get ready to get your dicks hard and pussies wet with the 10 best sex stories of November 2023!

1)Married sister-in-law wants to get pregnant

By: crazy_dragon

My wife’s sister was desperate to get pregnant natural way. She asked her sister for help. Learn how I ‘pushed’ to fuck my sister-in-law and cum inside her.

‘My sister-in-law turned me on my back and started riding me again. I reached out and grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples, moved my hand to her mouth and she sucked my fingers. I put her on her back and started licking her wet pussy, kissing her pussy lips and mounted her again.’Read the entire story here.

2) Caretaker for disabled bhabhi – Part 2

By: decent_larka

It was the day when bhabhi was discharged from the hospital. Find out the conditions I had to accept in order to get my bhabhi to live with me.

‘Your bhabhi is lactating, she is producing milk. Her child is not with her so she can’t express the milk using her own hands or even operate a breast pump with her hands. That’s why I had to keep coming in and helping her relieve the pressure. This is something she will need help with from now on amongst other things.’Read the entire story here.

3) No Way Out – Part 2 (The ‘Sex’ Solution)

By: adultstories

My son was in pain and the only solution was to make him fuck a woman. Then how did I let him fuck me to cure his pain, find out in this story.

‘Rohit was puzzled because he never expected this kind of thing. But he was a brave boy and he did as my husband said. However, he failed at his first attempt, his dick was too big for my little cunt. So, I helped him, grabbed his dick, and set it on my vagina. Then he gave the first stroke.’Read the entire story here.

4) Satisfied my sexy elder sister-in-law to the core – Part 2

By: dguram36

I was with my sister-in-law drinking and chatting. Find out how I seduced my wife’s sister by discussing sexual topics & ended up fucking her thirsty pussy.

‘I love sucking boobs and I am sure that most of the men do like it. But I can actually take a lady to orgasm by sucking her boobs! I have done it with my wife, I have done it with my girlfriends. It is altogether a different experience for them and me also.’Read the entire story here.

5) Motherly Lust – Part 1

By: daddyriccio

A son’s feeling toward mom Reshma changes after an accident. Unable to control lust, he tries to masturbate. Find out what happens when his mom walks in!

‘Reshma slowly started to stroke her son’s cock back and forth. Rohan was hard all day and his dick was covered in the precum. Now his face was all flushed red. His mom was stroking his dick. Her tits were slightly shaking due to her hand thrusts.’Read the entire story here.

6) Consoling my heartbroken brother lead to sex!

By: Hotindu

My brother was betrayed by his gf and wanted to end his life. Learn how I came to know about his situation and got fucked by him to save his life.

‘Chethan was lying on the sofa wearing only a pair of boxers while Bindu was on him sucking his lips! Pranav felt like he was stabbed by the two most trusted people in his life. He hardly spoke and returned home and was crying.’Read the entire story here.

7) Helping village women turned to benefits

By: viraj35

I went to a village to drop my friend. There I help 2 women and took them to my home. Find out what made me sexually involve with one of this village maids.

‘Then I lost control and hugged tightly and started licking her neck. Madhavi was making small sounds and she hugged me more tightly. I lifted her head and kissed her forehead, moved to her lips, and started kissing her most beautiful lips.’Read the entire story here.

8) Banging my hot housewife mom – Part 1

By: whydoineedusername

Real story of how I accidentally saw my hot housewife mom naked while bathing and how that led to many more unimaginable things in my life.

‘When she was in the kitchen, she bent down to take something from the fridge and I could literally see her boobs hanging. She didn’t wear her bra! I was hooked. She might have forgotten to wear it in a hurry when I ran into the bathroom.’Read the entire story here.

9) Bhabhi and the exercise – Part 1

By: thesecretadmirer6271

After seeing my hot bhabhi first time in bra, I started getting sexually attracted toward her. Then we exercise together and slowly, I try to seduce her. Read on.

‘She was wearing tight leggings with a white t-shirt. I could see her boobs, they looked pretty solid, lol. Then we started with a brisk walk and as I looked toward bhabhi’s breasts, they were going up and down, which was quite turning me on!’Read the entire story here.

10) Sibling’s Secret

By: 2023e16

This is a story between me and my sister. My family gave me a surprise on my birthday as I had moved to Hyderabad. But Diya had a special surprise as well.

‘We exchanged our tongues and saliva and made love. She slid her hands into my shorts while our lips were still in contact. Diya started stroking my dick slowly. Man, it was so good. I fucking loved this moment.’Read the entire story here.

So, is your favorite story on this list? If it is, read it again and share it with your friends!

I slept like a log after a busy sex day. I had cummed thrice, twice in Sripriya’s pussy and once in her mouth. My lips were aching. I sucked both the mom and daughter’s pussies till they orgasmed in my mouth and savoured their juices.

I woke up in the middle of the night. I felt my bedsheet being pulled away and soft hands trying to pull my cock out from my briefs. I opened my eyes and found the room dark. I noticed somebody sitting on the bed near my hips. My cock was pulled out from the briefs in a flash.

It was soon engulfed in a warm mouth. I was scared and shouted, “Who is this?”

“Sshh, Chetta, do you want to wake my husband sleeping below in our house? It is me, Sripriya darling,” I heard Sripriya’s soft voice.

“What are you doing here in the middle of the night, Sripriya?” I asked her in a low tone.

“It’s not night but dawn. It was 5 am, and I couldn’t sleep as your cock was flashing in my mind the whole night. So I came here to see your little brother again and couldn’t resist sucking it. Is it ok if I suck you now, Chetta?” Sripriya spoke in a low voice.

“How did you enter the house? I had locked the main door last night,” I asked her, trying to see her face in the darkness.

“Have you forgotten that I am the Landlady of this house? We have a spare key for this house. I came in using the spare key. Do you want me to leave, Chetta?” Sripriya said with a voice almost in tears.

“No, no, I didn’t mean like that. You are welcome anytime, dear. I was just shocked. Come on, suck my cock nicely, Sripriya. You will taste our juices from my cock. I didn’t wash after fucking you in your kitchen,” I said, trying to push her head down to my already hard cock.

“What? You didn’t wash it last night? You are a bad boy. Ok, I will clean it myself using my tongue. You got hard the moment I touched you. Are you hard always and ready to fuck Chetta,” Sripriya said, jerking my cock gently.

“I am not impotent not to get hard when a sexy lady like you touches me. Just seeing your voluptuous body gets me horny. Your husband is a lucky bastard to have you 24/7 to warm his bed,” I said. I inserted my right hand inside her saree from the bottom. Sripriya spread her legs wide.

She gave my hand free access inside her saree and petticoat. She said, “But what is the use, dear? He gets hard rarely. Even if he gets his small cock hard, he cums before I reach my first orgasm and sprays his cum over my pussy. I was yearning for a man like you who can stay hard even after cumming.”

As she was speaking, my hand moved up, feeling her fleshy thighs. I stopped when it came between her thighs junction. Pressing my palm on her trimmed pussy and thumb, locating her clit began to flicker it.

“Amma, you have magic in your mouth and hands, Chetta. Please fuck me with your fingers while I give a nice morning blowjob,” Sripriya said, moaning loudly.

“Do you want my fingers to fuck you, not my cock, dear,” I said, thrusting my middle finger inside her wet pussy. My thumb was got busy with her clit.

“Aah, slowly, Chetta. I want your cock, too, but not now, as I have to cook breakfast. I will please your cock with my mouth, and you please me with your fingers,” Sripriya said, bending her head down to take my cock inside her mouth.

“Then suck my cock nicely like a bitch,” saying I pushed her head down with my free left hand. Sripriya jerking my cock a bit faster, said, “I love when you call me names like bitch, slut and whore. Please use dirty language when we are alone like this, but not in front of my daughter or husband.”

“Ok, my fucking whore, suck my cock and make me cum, slut,” I said, pushing my finger deep into her. Sripriya took my cock inside her mouth in a jiffy. It hit the back of her throat, choking her. I knew she was horny and had come early in the morning to please.

Showing her no mercy, I pushed her head down onto my cock. Saliva was dripping out of the corner of her lips, wetting my pubic hair. My finger was busy fucking her and triggering her clit, getting her more aroused. I made her choke on my hard cock for a few seconds and took my hand off her head.

Sripriya took my cock off her mouth, taking deep breaths began hitting on my chest. I switched on the light, and the room was flooded with light. I saw Sripriya’s face was smeared with her saliva and tears dripping down her eyes. I felt pity for her.

Pulling her towards me and kissing her lips for a few seconds, tasting her saliva. I saw her eyes asking me to stop kissing. I removed my lips and asked, “Sorry I was a bit harsh on you. Didn’t you like my kiss, dear?” My fingers were still inside her pussy.

Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, Sripriya said, “I know you didn’t mean any harm. Now I want you to kiss my lower lips just like you kissed my upper lips.”

I saw her blushing as she was asking me to suck her pussy and satisfy her orally. So my Landlady had come to get her pussy eaten. What was wrong with this Nair Ladies, both mom and daughter wanted their pussy to be sucked and eaten.

I pulled my fingers from her pussy, got up and stood on the floor. Sripriya, looking at me with confusion, asked,” Did I say anything wrong, Chetta?” Instead of answering her, holding her legs, I pulled Sripriya to the edge of the bed and ripped her saree from her body.

Her ass was on the edge, with her feet dangling down and almost touching the floor. Bending over her, I gripped her blouse from the top and looked at her.

“Do you to fuck me now, Chetta? I don’t mind. Let my hubby and his daughter wait for their breakfast. But don’t take too long. Priya may come up searching for me, as she was awake when I came up. Make it a quickie like you did last night in my kitchen,” Sripriya said.

She lifted her petticoat, spreading her legs and opening her pussy which was slick with her cum. Gripping her blouse top, I ripped it. The hooks gave away, and her big breasts tumbled out in the open.

“How can I go down with this torn blouse, Chetta? If you asked me, I would have removed the blouse myself. You are impossible to understand. Do whatever you want to do with me. But I have to go down in 10 minutes,” Sripriya said.

Opening her legs wide, she looked at me with sex written all over her face. Kneeling on the floor, I brought my face between her thighs and nuzzled her mound. My nose, cheeks and chin got smeared with her juices. I clamped my lips on her dripping pussy.

My hands moved up to take possession of her prized twin treasures. My lips latched on her pussy lips while my nose was grazing her clit.

“Amma! This is what I like about you, Chetta. You always do the unexcepted. Come on, suck me and have your morning juice. Dig your tongue deep inside and see how your whore is leaking for you,” Sripriya was screaming while I sucked her juicy pussy nonstop.

Her mammoth breasts were getting crushed in my palms. Her nipples were being pulled, testing their elasticity. Sripriya had another orgasm while I was eating her, flooding my mouth with her cum. I sucked all her juices, digging my tongue inside her honey pot.

I was tormenting her fleshy breasts as I wanted. I was digging my nails into her soft spongy boobs. I was pressing them mercilessly, and she never complained a bit like a good submissive slut. Her moaning was getting louder while I sucked her cum out of her dripping pussy.

“Yes, Chetta. Suck me, it’s all yours. God, I am cumming again,” Sripriya shouted, gripping my hair tightly. Another gush of cum flooded my mouth. By now, my face was totally smeared with her sticky cum. I lost track of time. I came to my senses when my mobile buzzed and saw a message flashing.

Leaving her boobs, I picked up the mobile and saw a message from Priya. Wondering why she was messaging me at this time. I opened the message.

It read, “I know my slut stepmom is in your house. Stop eating that bitch’s pussy and send her down. My dad is awake and is asking for her. If you are not satisfied with that bitch, you can eat my fresh young pussy.” So Priya knew that her mom was with me and getting her pussy eaten.

I didn’t want her or, worse, her dad to come up in search of Sripriya. I got up and, giving her saree, said, “It’s getting late for you, Sripriya. We will complete what we started in the afternoon. Now go home and, as a good wife, prepare breakfast for your family.”

Sripriya got up wearing a saree and said, looking down at my still-hard cock, “But Chetta, you are not yet satisfied. How can I leave you like this?”

“So you will leave after satisfying me, Sripriya?” I said, staring at her breasts and pussy.

“Yes, Chetta. My husband will think that I have gone to bring milk. But I am worried about Priya. She may have seen me coming up as she was awake. Fuck me as fast as you can, like last night. I will come leisurely in the afternoon when I bring lunch. We can fuck me for a long time as you wish,” Sripriya said.

Lying on the bed and lifting her saree as she was like a few minutes before. Taking my mobile, I typed a message to Priya saying,  “I am going to fuck your mom now. So keep your dad busy so he won’t notice his wife’s absence for another 10 minutes.”

Holding my cock in my right hand, bending a bit down, moved my cock up and down Sripriya’s pussy lips. It got it lubricated with her dripping juices. Then pointing at her pussy door gave a hard push. Her pussy swallowed all of my 8 inches effortlessly.

“Slowly,” Sripriya cried out loudly. Without bothering to hear her screams, I pulled my cock to the head. I dived in her again and started fucking her in long strokes. Sripriya’s plump, fleshy body was creaking my cot as I humped her relentlessly.

She was trying to lift her ass, trying to fuck me back but was not able to. I was hammering her, lowering my hips and pushing my cock deep in her. After 2 minutes, I heard a ping on my mobile. Turned and saw it was from Priya. Pushing my deep into her, lying still, I picked up the mobile.

It read, “Motherfucker, using my slut mom for early morning fuck. 5 minutes up and another 5 minutes only, bastard.” I typed a reply, “Give me 15 minutes, Priya.” I kept the mobile down and started to fuck Sripriya again.

“Who is messaging you so early in the morning, Chetta?” Sripriya asked, breathing hard and caressing my chest, wiping the sweat. “It’s a friend, dear,” Saying I concentrated on fucking her, trying to cum early and to send her back home.

Sripriya, holding my taut nipples and twisting them with her fingers, asked, “Is it a girlfriend or boyfriend, Chetta?”

Before I could answer her, there was another ping. I knew it was from Priya. It read, “I can make you cum in a minute with my tight pussy. Why are you fucking that cunt. Shall I come, fucker?”

I wondered at the young girl’s guts, challenging me. So I typed, “Come over, I will fuck both mom and daughter simultaneously on my bed.” Sripriya, pinching my nipples, said,” I asked you who is messaging you.”

Grabbing her breasts in both hands for support, I was lazily moving my cock in and out of her pussy. I said, “It’s my partner from Bangalore asking me to send a quotation for a project. Why are you torturing my sensitive nipples? Why don’t you suck them and show how much you love me, dear?”

Sripriya, lifting her head off the bed, licked both my nipples with her tongue stretched out. Looking into my eyes, she said, “Is this much love sufficient, Chetta? Or do you want me to suck like you suck mine?” Grabbing the pillow and placing it under her neck, I said,” Suck it as I suck yours.”

“But Chetta, your nipples are so small. How can I take it in my mouth and suck,” Saying Sripriya took my right nipple in her mouth and tried to suck as much as possible. My whole body shivered when she sucked, and her teeth tried to bite my nipple.

Taking my left hand from her breast, holding her head and pressing her face to my chest, I said,” Yes, yes, like a baby. Don’t hesitate to bite it. It’s not as soft as ladies. But bite it gently, Sripriya.” Sripriya nodded her head, holding her nipple bit it with her teeth softly.

I had stopped fucking her and was enjoying the sensations of my nipple being sucked and bitten. Sripriya was lifting her ass and indicating to me to start fucking her. Gripping her left breast and holding her head in my left hand, I began fucking her in slow strokes.

Then I heard my mobile ping. It was a message from Priya again, and it read, “You have only 5 minutes to send my mom back, dear.” I was surprised to see Priya messaging me Dear instead of the usual Bastard. Sripriya was sucking my left nipple now, with her arms wrapped around my neck for support.

She was sucking and biting my hard nipple, trying to please me, knowing that I liked her sucking. Taking my hands off her, resting my elbows on the bed, I picked up my mobile. I

I typed, “Give me another 15 minutes, dear. Your mom is sucking my nipple and getting fucked nicely. Her pussy came twice on my cock, and it’s gripping me tightly, not allowing me to pull my cock out from it. Come up and join us. We can have a threesome with your mom. I will suck your fresh pussy and make you cum while I fuck your mother. If you allow me, I will fuck you, too, and you can suck your mom. Want to join us, baby?”

Dropping the mobile and lifting my hips, I started to pound Sripriya. The cot was creaking a lot as I hammered Sripriya’s hapless wet pussy. She hung on to my neck, sucking my nipples as much as she could and receiving my pounding without any complaints.

I fucked Sripriya for another 5 minutes, and my cock showed no signs of cumming. In the morning cold weather, her warm body heat and wet pussy was giving me extreme pleasure. I had said 10 minutes, and it was more than 25 minutes.

I had only 10 minutes more to cum and to send her home. I increased my speed. My balls were banging against her ass cheeks as her buttocks were lifted off the bed a bit up. Her legs were wrapped across my back. I heard my damn mobile ping again. Priya had messaged me again.

Picking up the mobile, I read it, “How could you type such a lengthy message while fucking, Uncle? Dad was screaming for coffee, and I prepared it for him. Please send Sripriya home ASAP. About you fucking me, I will think about it when I come for tuition in the evening, if you have any left after fucking my mom in the afternoon too. See you in the evening, bye, Uncle.”

First, it was bastard, then dear. Now, respectfully, Priya was addressing me, Uncle. I couldn’t understand this girl. I knew this was her last message. I didn’t bother to reply to her back. Lifting my body, took my nipple off Sripriya’s mouth.

Now resting both my hands on her shoulders, I started fucking her in long strokes. Her body shook violently under me. Sripriya began shouting at the top of her voice. I quickly closed her mouth, kissing her to silence her shouting. I didn’t want her husband to come in search of her, hearing his wife’s screams.

Sripriya was crushing her soft lips on mine and kissing me wildly. I ploughed her relentlessly. Her big breasts were swaying all over her chest under me. I knew I had to finish her off quickly. She had come three times when I started banging her, and she also should be tired.

Taking my lips off her, I said, “Suck my nipples dear. I am close.” Like a good, obedient lover, Sripriya quickly latched on to my right nipple and started to chew it. Pushing all my 8 inches cock in her moist tunnel, I stood still. My cock began to shoot cum in her in large jets, and it throbbed as it cum.

Sripriya’s pussy was gripping me tightly as I poured my semen into her unprotected pussy. Sripriya stopped sucking my nipple when she sensed my cock pouring cum in her. Resting her head on the pillow, she smiled at me and said, “You said it would be a quickie, Chetta. Do you always fuck for so long?”

“Depends on the lady, dear,” I said, kissing her chin.

“Hmm, so you find me attractive and sexy. What will you do if you get a young girl?” Sripriya asked, laughing.

“You mean a young girl like Priya. Maybe I will last longer,” I said, giving her a hint.

“Yes, you can take her example. But be careful when you are with Priya. She is not as innocent as she looks. I know she is more beautiful and sexy than me, but she is a wild and naughty girl. I know she doesn’t consider me as her mom, but she is good at heart.”

My cock had mellowed down, and it popped out from Sripriya’s filled-up pussy. I got off her and stood up. Sripriya, too, got of the bed, her saree and petticoat dropping down.

Picking up the pallo from the floor wrapped it across her torn blouse. I picked a tissue paper from the side table and, giving it to her, asked her to wipe her pussy clean.

“No, Chetta, I want to feel you inside me till I take a bath. It gives me satisfaction and confidence that I have a man, too. But I am worried about the blouse. How am I going to my home with a torn blouse?” Sripriya said, showing her blouse.

I searched for a safety pin in the drawer and handed it to her. Sripriya, holding the edge of her pallo with her teeth, hooked her blouse in the centre. Now, her breasts were covered up a bit, and she looked decent. Wrapping her pallo on her shoulders, Sripriya hugged me.

She said,” Thanks for giving me a nice fuck this early in the morning, Chetta. I will come back with your lunch in the afternoon.”

Giving me a light kiss on my lips, Sripriya walked out of the bedroom. My mind was on Priya now.

The story continues.

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

Main 35 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekh kar pant se bahar aane lagta hai, woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade stann aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.

Mere pati “Ghosh Babu” meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte, to mujhe doosre mardo ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah se pel sake. Mere stanno ko choos sake aur meri chut ki aag ko thanda kar sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni kahani ka agla part.

Pichle part mein aapne padha, main Raman ke office gayi, aur waha maine usko kisi ladki ko apne cabin mein chodte hue dekha. Fir chudai ke baad Raman ne us ladki ko koi contract sign karke diya. Ab aage badhte hai.

Meri samajh mein kuch nahi aa raha tha, ki woh ladki kon thi, aur Raman ne usko kaise choda. Aur fir chodne ke baad Raman ne usko kon sa contract sign karke diya. Fir maine Raman se poocha-

Main: Ye sab kya ho raha tha?

Fir Raman bola: Woh ladki doosri company ki taraf se mujhse contract lene aayi thi.

Main: To fir tumne usko…

Raman: Main usko chod kaise raha tha yahi na?

Main: Haa.

Raman: Dekho aaj kal corporate sector mein competition bahut badh gaya hai. Log aage badhne ke liye kuch bhi karne ko taiyaar baithe rehte hai. Is ladke ke boss ne isko contract sign karwane bheja tha. Haalaki last time iske boss ke sath hui meeting mein main contract sign karne se mana kar chuka tha.

Raman: Lekin is ladki ne apne boss ke kaha ki agar ye contract sign karwa layegi to isko kya milega. Ispe iske boss ne isko acha offer diya tha. Isliye ye contract paane ke liye kuch bhi karne ko ready thi. To mera jo dil kiya maine usse karwaya, aur fir usko contract sign karke de diya.

Main: Lekin isse to business mein loss ho sakta hai na?

Raman: Woh kaise?

Main: Tum aise kisi ko bhi contract dete rahe, to tumhare business par asar pad sakta hai.

Raman: Mujhe uske contract mein faida hai, isiliye maine contract accept kiya. Ladki to bina wajah hi chud kar chali gayi. Ye sab usne aage badhne ke liye kiya, aur maine uski progress mein apna maza dhoondh liya.

Main: Ok.

Raman: Aur tum batao kaisi ho? Aaj bhi bahut sexy lag rahi ho.

Main: Hehe, thanks.

Raman: To ready apni nayi job ke liye?

Main: Haa bilkul ready.

Fir Raman mujhe apne sath office mein le gaya, aur ek-ek karke sabse introduce karaya. Uske baad woh mujhe ek cabin mein le gaya jiske baahar ‘Customer Relation Manager’ ki plate lagi hui thi. Hum log andar gaye, aur usne mujhse kaha-

Raman: To Nikita ji, aaj se ye cabin aapka, aur post to aap ne baahar padh hi li hogi.

Main: Arre tum bina interview ke mujhe itni badi post de rahe ho.

Raman: Meri nazar badi paarkhi hai Nikita. Main logon ko badi jaldi pehchan leta hu. Is waqt is kursi ke liye tumse zyada valid candidate nahi hai.

Main ye sun kar muskurane lag gayi. Fir maine Raman se kaha-

Main: Thank you, Raman.

Raman: Please don’t say thanks. It doesn’t make any difference to me.

Main: Waise hum business kis cheez ka karte hai?

Raman: Hum log gents and ladies undergarments banate hai.

Main: Ok. Pehle undergarments banate ho, fir usko utaarte ho. (maine haste hue kaha).

Raman: Kuch cheeze pehante hi utaarne ke liye. To main bhi wahi karta hu. Acha ab main chalta hu. Varsha tumhe saara kaam samjha degi.

Main: Ok Sir.

Raman: Haha, Sir main doosro ke liye hu. Tumhare liye sirf Raman.

Fir woh mujhe waha chhodh kar chala gaya. Main jaake apni chair par baith gayi. Mere cabin se poora reception area dikh raha tha. Fir maine kaam ka poochne ke liye Varsha ke desk ki taraf dekha.

Maine dekha woh apne desk par nahi thi. Mere table par ek list thi, jis par har department ke number typed the. Maine reception wala number dial kiya, lekin kisi ne phone nahi uthaya. Fir main apni chair se khadi hui, aur cabin ke baahar aayi.

Main reception ki taraf gayi, aur Varsha ko awaaz lagayi. Lekin mujhe koi reply nahi aaya. Fir maine socha ki woh washroom gayi hogi. Ye soch kar main apne cabin ki taraf wapas aa gayi. Meri nazar reception ki taraf hi thi.

Main Varsha ki wait kar rahi thi, ki kab woh aaye, aur mujhe kaam ke baare mein bataye. Aur main kab apna kaam shuru karu. 10-minute ho gaye, lekin Varsha nahi aayi.

Fir maine socha ki kyun na main usko washroom mein dekhne jau. Isi bahane main bhi washroom ho aaungi. Ye soch kar main washroom ki taraf chal padi. Mujhe washroom ka pata nahi tha ki kon si side pe tha, to maine peon se poocha, aur waha pahunch gayi.

Main washroom ke andar gayi, lekin waha mujhe koi nazar nahi aaya. Maine socha woh kisi cabin mein hogi. Ye soch kar main aage badhi. Teesre number ka cabin andar se locked tha. Abhi main cabin knock karke poochne hi wali thi, ki mujhe andar se awaaz aane lagi.

Varsha: Arre rehne do na Manoj, aise yaha ye sab theek nahi hai. Kisi ko pata chal gaya na to panga pad jayega, aur hamari job chali jayegi. Tum to jaante hi ho ki sir bahut gusse waale hai.

Manoj: Yaar Varsha, ab sirf kissing se mera mann nahi bharta. Mujhe kuch aur bhi karna hai. Utaro na apni skirt, aur mujhe dekhne do na apni jaanu ki chut.

Varsha: Manoj please zid mat karo.

Unki baatein sun kar main samajh gayi, ki un dono ka chakkar chal raha tha. Aur romance karne ke liye bahut saare couples ki tarah un dono ne bhi toilet naam ki jagah dhoondh li thi.

Ab maine cabin knock karne ka irada chhodh diya, aur dheere se bina awaaz kiye sath waale cabin mein chali gayi. Waha jaake maine toilet seat band ki, aur upar chadh kar sath waale cabin mein dekhne lagi.

Maine dekha ki Varsha ke sath ek handsome sa ladka khada tha, jisko woh Manoj bula rahi thi. Raman ke cabin mein jaate waqt maine Manoj ko dekha tha.

Manoj 5’11” height wala hatta-katta ladka tha. Uski umar 28 se 32 ke beech mein hogi. Varsha jaisi ladkiyan Manoj jaise ladkon par badi jaldi gir jati hai. Jaisa ki maine pichli kahani mein bataya tha, ki Varsha ne ek one piece suit pehna hua tha.

Coat uska cabin ke darwaze ki kundi par tanga hua tha. Ab woh sirf shirt aur skirt mein thi. Manoj pant aur shirt mein tha. Woh Varsha ko wahi kapde utaar kar uske sath chudai karne ke liye bol raha tha. Lekin Varsha usko mana kar rahi thi.

Fir Manoj ne Varsha ko apni baahon mein bhar liya, aur usko kiss karna shuru kar diya. Varsha bhi uska sath dene lagi.

Hi, Ram again with another story! This is about how I made my mom plan to make me sleep with her younger sister while sleeping with her.

Once in my room, I was reading an incest story on my system with my mom’s sister’s picture, suddenly a call came. I went out without closing the PC. When I returned home, I noticed my system was off and the room was cleaned. I realized my mom was there earlier!

Thinking I shut down the system, I went downstairs and asked my mom to make me tea. After a few minutes, she handed it to me and went to attend to my father. As soon as my father’s car left, she came to me and asked, “What the hell were you doing on your PC?” Then it flashed, I hadn’t shut down the computer. I was embarrassed and was about to leave. She pulled me back and said, “Answer me first!”

Me: Mom, I was reading a dirty story!

Mom: You are not just reading them, you also have mom-son porn videos.

I was a bit taken back, and was mad that she went through my personal stuff. Realizing that she didn’t rat me out to my father, I thought of explaining it to her and said, “Mom, it is not what you think. I just read them to relieve stress.”

She seemed to understand and said, “What about the videos?”

Me: They are also part of stress relief, but they are definitely not about you and me. It is just a fantasy.

My mom was relieved to hear that and said, “It is about you and Pinni. You fantasize about my sister.”

She figured it out from the picture. Since I cannot deny it, I nodded saying yes!

There was a moment of silence. Noticing that I was ashamed of the revelation, she said, “For how long have you been fantasizing about your aunty?”

Me: Since puberty.

She was taken back and said, “You know it can never happen! Also, she is older now than in the picture.”

Me: I know, but this thing never goes away. God knows how many things I have tried to get rid of this feeling. But whenever I see her smile, all the bottled up feelings come back. And all I think of is ways to pin her down and relieve myself in her.

My mom genuinely believed me, hugged me and said, “Don’t worry son, we will get through this.”

I hugged her back and felt an erection. I quickly pulled myself back and went to my room feeling ashamed!

It was night and my mom called for dinner. I went downstairs and pretended nothing had happened! She informed me my father will be late and she wants to talk to me after dinner. I agreed!

It was 9 and I turned on the TV. My mom came after a few minutes and said, “I researched on how to get you the help, some suggested therapy if it is in early stages and others suggested having sex with an older woman with the same physical features. I noticed from your bills and medical files, you already tried therapy. Then you are left with option 2.”

Me: Do you think I was lying when I told you that I tried everything?

Mom: No, but..I don’t know what to make out of it.. I was just not sure..

Me: Anyways mom, I don’t care what you think of me or trust me. By the way, I didn’t try option 2 because I am not interested in sleeping with random people..

Saying this, I went to my room and closed the door. I felt sad that my mom didn’t trust me even though I told everything.

The next morning, I packed my bag and thought of going on a long bike ride to get some space. As soon as I came down, my father noticed my bag and said, “Where are you going?”

Me: I am planning to go on a long ride.

Dad: Is it important?

I cannot say why I was going on a trip all of sudden. It would open another can of worms and I said, “Nothing important. Just like that.”

Dad: Okay then! I am going on a business trip. I want you to stay at the house and take care of things here and the office. As soon as I get back, you can go enjoy the trip. Is that okay with you?

Half heartedly, I said, “Okay.”

After an hour, my father got ready and left for the airport. I went into my room and laid down thinking about the awkward conversations I needed to have with my mother.

After a few minutes, my mom knocked on the door and came in. I woke up and looked at her. She said, “Ram, sorry for not trusting you. I promise I will never do that again.”

Me: It is okay mom. I think I have overreacted too.

She smiled and said, “There is a way, we can try option 2 if you are open to it.”

I was a bit annoyed as she was not leaving the topic alone. I said, “If it makes you happy, then we will try it. What do you suggest?”

Mom looked worried and murmured.

Me: Mom, I didn’t hear you..

Mom: Dry humping!!

We kept silent for a while and I said, “Mom, are you sure about it?”

Mom: I am not sure about anything, but I want to help you however I can so that you can get over my sister and move on with your life..

I sighed and said, “Mom, if the feelings do not go, we are both scarred for life. Do you know that?”

She was taken back and said, “If the feelings don’t go, then it’s okay. I will think of a way where you have her until you are bored of her. Let’s try this first. Thrust me this is not going to scar us because you are going to love your mother and relive it thinking of my sister while I blind my eyes and believe you are my little one playing with me.

She convinced me and I said, “Mom, when do you want to try it?”

She looked at the watch and said, “How about tonight after dinner?”

I agreed and went to the office.

When I finished work at the office, it was 8 pm and started my journey to the house. I arrived at 8:30 pm. My mom opened the door and was wearing a saree. She was anxious.

I went to my room, freshened up and came downstairs. My mom was talking to my dad over the phone. As soon as she saw me, she cut the call short and asked how my day was. I said it was nice. She smiled and said, “Have your dinner! I will lock the house.” I said, “Okay.”

I finished dinner in 15 minutes and went to the TV. My mom came back and said, “Son, are you okay with it?”

I said, “I am okay. If you are not, then we can stop now.”

She smiled and said, “Wait in your room. I will be there.”

I turned off the TV and waited in my room. After 15 minutes or so, she came in a saree along with a sleeping mask. She took a deep breath and said, “Remember, dry humping only.” I nodded saying yes.

She removed the safety pin that was clipping the saree to the blouse. She laid on the bed and removed the pallu, allowing me to see the blouse and wore the sleeping mask. She adjusted herself and pulled the saree up along with the petticoat until the knees. I could clearly see her clean shaven fair legs. She stopped and laid her arms to the sides.

I was not sure on how to proceed. So, I pulled her saree along with the petticoat further until her black panty was in sight. My mom was motionless signaling that she was okay with it. Then I touched mom’s panty for which she said no. I was a bit disappointed, but not lost hope. So, I asked my mom to remove her blouse.

She resisted saying we agreed only to dry humping to which I said, “Mom, I am asking you because I want to feel the love you gave me as a child one more time. So, I can relive and feel it. Also, it shows me how much I mean to you.”

Hearing it without any second thought, she removed her blouse and bra, which revealed her breasts. I quickly took and threw them away. Realizing what happened, she covered her breasts with her palms.

I pulled the saree off of her. Next, I pulled the petticoat while leaving her with only panties. She didn’t say a word since the panties are still on. Now, I made myself naked and hopped on top of her. She felt the heat of my naked body,

I started kissing on her cheeks and slowly, I started licking her. This made her uncomfortable, but didn’t say a word. I squeezed both the cheeks and she opened her mouth. I kissed the lips and inserted my tongue in her. She quickly took her hands off her breasts and tried to stop me. Before she could do that, I locked her palms with mine and started kissing her ferociously. I did that for 10 minutes until she stopped resisting and started accepting.

I pulled myself back and removed my grip on her palms to see whether she was okay. Then I kissed again and this time, she caressed me and started kissing me back! Again, I pulled back and locked her palms with mine and tied her hands over her head with the saree that was lying around. Now, I could see my mom’s hairy armpits. I went close to them, started poking them with my nose. She seemed to make her feel aroused, so I took my tongue and started licking them. This made her body hot. I stopped and looked at my mom’s face and she bit her lip.

Now I kissed her neck and came down to the breasts. I noticed that my mom’s nipples were stiff as she was around. I started licking them and my mom said, “Son, please get on with the humping. I cannot take this anymore.”

Then I said, “Mom, this is helping me. Please bear with me for sometime.” She sighed.

I continued the same with the other breast, but this time, I started sucking too. At the same time, my dick started rubbing her against the vagina. This made my mom’s panties wet and she realized that her body was not under her control anymore. Realizing what was going to happen next, I stopped.

I put on my pants and untied her. She took the mask off and looked at me and said, “You didn’t hump.”

I said, “No.”

She sighed and gave her back her clothes, but she threw them away. Then she removed her panty and said, “Son, let’s mate and show me how much I mean to you like I showed you.”

Hearing this, without any second thought, I pushed her onto the bed. My mother spread her legs, exposing her hairy vagina and for me to enter. She was expecting my dick, but I gave her my tongue and fingers. I started pulling and licking her vagina while fingering her clitoris. This made her drive crazy. She started pulling me out, but I didn’t stop until I had my mom’s juice.

Once she orgasmed, I inserted my dick inside her and started fucking her while seeing her face making sure that she knows that she was being fucked by her own son. This continued for another 15 minutes and finally I cummed inside my mom.

Later we both hugged and slept. I woke up at 7 and my mom had already left. I had my bath and went downstairs. She greeted me with a smile and asked me to stay so we could talk. I agreed.

Once the maid left, my mom came to me and asked how I was feeling. I said, “Great!” and she said, “Me too. By the way, my younger sister is coming to you.”

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Hello friends, mera naam Raju hai (name changed). Main aapko apni zindagi ki ek real kahani sunane jaa raha hu. Ye ISS par meri first story hai, isliye koi mistake ho to maaf karna hai.

Ye kahani tab shuru hoti hai, jab main 12 saal ka tha, aur meri behan 13.5 saal ki thi. Mere ghar mein hum 4 log mummy, papa, didi aur main rehte the. Didi ka naam Shruti tha (name changed).

Main thoda bhola tha, aur meri behan bahut chalaak thi. Wo mujhe hamesha chidhati rehti thi, aur main rota rehta tha. Ek din to usne hadd kar di. Jab main bathroom mein gaya peshaab karne, to usne baahar se light band kar di.

Main bahut zor se chillaya, par didi ne light on nahi ki, aur darwaza bhi nahi khola. Kuch samay baad mummy ne aake darwaza khola, aur maine unko saari baat batayi.

Meri sister mujhe aise hi bahut tang karti rehti, aur mujhe torture karti. Meri mom ko ye sab pata tha. Dheere-dheere din beet gaye, jab main 19 years ka ho gaya hai meri didi lagbhag 21 years ki hone wali thi. Main ab samajhdaar ho chuka tha, aur meri didi bhi ab kacchi kali se fool ban chuki thi. Uska figure 28-32-34 tha. Use dekh kar mere muh mein paani aane laga tha.

Fir wo din aa hi gaya jiska mujhe intezaar tha. Mere papa kisi kaam se out of city gaye hue the. Ghar par mummy, main aur didi thi. Raat ke 9:00 baje hum teeno dinner ke liye ek sath baith gaye.

Meri behan ne ek tight blue t-shirt aur bahut chhoti mini coloured short pehni thi, jo uski chut se chipki hui thi. Garmi ka mausam tha, isliye usne neeche bra panty bhi nahi pehni thi. Meri mummy ne kaha-

Mummy: Beta aaj tumhe apna saara badla poora kar lena chahiye.

Main: Kaisa badla mummy?

Mummy: Jo tum bachpan se bardasht karte aa rahe ho.

Meri behan hum dono ki baaton ko samajhne ki koshish kar thi thi. Mummy ne mujhe ishara karke bataya.

Main: Haa mummy, badla to main bahut saalon se lena chaah raha hu. Bas sahi mauke ka intezaar kar raha tha.

Mummy: Isse acha mauka ab tumhe nahi mil sakta. Jao le jao ise andar ke kamre mein, aur kar lo apna badla poora.

Meri behan ko pata chal gaya tha ki aaj uske sath kuch bahut hone wala tha. Par wo ghabrayi nahi. Fir maine uska hath pakda, aur use kamre mein le aaya, aur doors lock kar diye.

Main: Aaj tujhse saara badla loonga jo toone mere sath kiya.

Wo sochne lag gayi aur boli-

Shruti: Par main to bas mazaak ke taur par karti thi.

Jab tak wo kuch boli, maine use bed par dhakela aur kapde se uske dono hath baandh diye. Wo samajh nahi paa rahi thi ki kya kare. Fir wo boli-

Shruti: Arre meri baat to suno.

Main: Abhi baad ke liye thodi baatein bacha lo, abhi to shuruaat hai.

Main kitchen se thoda sa tel le aaya. Fir maine uske pairon se start kiya, aur tel maalish karta-karta uski jangh par aa gaya. Use accha mehsoos ho raha tha.

Shruti: Bhai ahh, gudgudi ho rahi hai ssss.

Wo kuch bol rahi thi ki main uski shorts ke andar hath daal kar uski chut ko sehlane laga. Wo kasmasane lagi.

Shruti: Aahh bhai maaf kar de mujhe aahh.

Par maine uski ek na suni, aur doosri side doosra hath bhi uski chut par le aaya, aur uski chut se khelne laga. Uski chut ke chhote-chhote baal mujhe mehsoos ho rahe the. Wo hil-hil ke apni hawas ko dikha rahi thi. Uski chut ek-dum garam thi.

Maine apne dono hath uski short se nikale, aur upar le jaate le jaate uski t-shirt mein ghusa diye. Wo siskariyan lene lagi.

Shruti: aahhhh bhai mat karo please, oooh.

Uske hath bandhe hone ki wajah se wo kuch nahi kar payi aur kasmasati rahi. Main saamp ki tarah uske boobs par apne hath rengta raha, aur dekhte hi dekhte maine uski t-shirt upar utha thi. Wow! Wo soft boobs aaj bhi yaad karke paani chhoot jata hai.

Maine uske boobs ki ache se maalish ki. Fir uski chut ko apne daanto se kaatna shuru kar diya. Wo chilla uthi.

Shruti: Bhai mat karo na please. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki itni badi saza milegi mujhe aahh bhai.

Main uski choochi ko kaat-te hue neeche aa gaya aur uski short nikaal kar uske muh mein ghusa di. Wo ab kuch nahi bol sakti thi. Mere saamne ab ek nangi chut padi thi.

Main bina time waste karte hue apni jeebh ko behan ki chut par chalane laga. Wo kuch kar nahi paa rahi thi, isliye wo apni chut utha-utha kar ishara kar rahi thi ki uska paani nikalne wala tha.

Main tab bhi uski chut par apni jeebh lagaye rakhi. Jab mujhe pata lag gaya ki uska paani nikalne wala tha, to main usse door ho gaya, aur uske muh ko azaad kar diya. Wo gidgidane lagi aur boli-

Shruti: Bhai please-please ruko mat bhai. Aa jao na, aur shant to kar do mujhe bhai. Main aur nahi ruk sakti please.

Uski itni baat sunte hi maine firse apni jeebh se uski chut ke aas-paas waale hisse ko chaata, aur ab baari thi climax ki. Maine apna lund nikala jo ki bilkul seedha tight khada tha.

Fir maine apni behan ki kamar par takiya rakha. Uske baad maine uski dono taango ko utha kar apne kandho par rakh diya. Maine bina uski parwah karte hue ek hi baar mein apna lund uski chut mein ghusa diya.

Shruti: Aahhhh bhai nikaal behan ke lode. Aayi mummy.

Wo cheekhne lagi zor-zor se aur maine uske muh par hath rakha. Fir maine ek aur zordaar dhakka laga diya. Wo behosh hone wali thi. Maine ek zordaar thappad uske gaalon par maara. Dheere-dheere use samajh aa gayi ki yahi sacchayi thi, aur wo apni gaand uthane lagi.

Ab maza do-guna badh gaya. Hum dono lagataar 15 minute lage rahe. Is beech meri behan 2 baat jhad chuki thi. Ab mera paani chootne wala tha. Maine apni raftaar badhayi, aur saara paani behan ki chut mein hi chhodh diya.

Mummy – Beta, jab bhi tu mujhe chuta hai. Tab mujhe tera pyaar mehsus hota hai. Aur aacha bhi lagta hai. Jis tarah tu mera khayal rakhta hai. Utna to tere papa bhi nahi rakhte hai. Magar main har bar yahi sochti hu ki kya ye sahi hai?

Mummy ne jaise hi apni baat puri ki tabhi maine aage badh ke unke honton ko chum liya. Aur is bar mummy bhi peeche nahi hui. Main unke honton ko chusta raha. Mummy ne bhi apni aankhe band kar li.

Kuch der baad jab main peeche hata. Tab mummy ne bhi apni aankhe khol li. Aur woh mujhe dekhne lagi.

Abhi – Mummy, sahi aur galat sab hamari soch hai. Agar ye sab galat hi hota to sabse pehle papa ko is baat ka bura lagna chahiye tha. Kyuki aapne nahi balki unhone aapko dhokha diya tha. Aur aap to unhe dhokha bhi nahi de rahe ho.

Agar ye rishta aapka bahar hota to shayad ye galat hota. Magar main to aapka aapna hu. Aur ghar ki baat ghar mein rahe to kisi ko kuch pata bhi nahi chalega.

Mummy meri baat sunne lagi. Maine unhe gale laga liya. Is bar mummy ne bhi mujhe kas ke pakad liya. Aur hum dono ek dusre ke gale lage rahe. Kuch der baad hum dono alag ho gaye. Main mummy ki godi mein sir rakhkar let gaya.

Mummy TV dekhte hue, mere baalo mein hath firane lagi. Aur bar bar mujhe dekhkar smile karne lagi. Mummy ki chuchiya mere muh ke samne latak rahi thi. Aur mujhse raha nahi ja raha tha.

Tabhi maine hath bada ke mummy ki chuchi ko pakad liya. Aur jaise hi maine aisa kiya. Mummy ne mujhe dekha. Aur woh mujhe dekhkar dubara TV dekhne lagi. Jaise ki ab unhe mere chune se koi farak hi nahi pad raha tha.

Main mummy ki chuchi ko daba raha tha. Mummy beech beech mein aapne honton ko daba rahi thi. Kuch der chuchiyo se khelne ke baad mummy boli.

Mummy – Chal beta tu beth main chai bana ke laati hu.

Mummy ki baat sunke main unki godi se uth gaya. Mummy kitchen mein chali gayi. Aur woh chai banane lagi. Aur kuch hi der baad woh wapas aa gayi. Fir hum dono chai peene lage.

Main mummy se unke din ke bare mein puchna lagega. Fir kafi der hum dono baat karte rahe. Fir main tere pass aa gaya.

Main – Sahi hai bhai, matlab ab aunty puri tarah se maan hai. Aur aaj raat bahut aachi chudai hone wali hai.

Abhi – Ha bhai maan to gayi hai. Magar unke man mein abhi bhi thodi bahut jhijhak hai. Woh pata nahi kab dur hogi.

Main – Bhai ye jhijhak aaj raat hi khatam ho jayegi. Aur tu dekhna aunty bhi aaj tera khul ke sath dengi.

Abhi – Tere muh mein ghee shakar yaar. Kaash aise hi ho jaye.

Main – Tu chinta mat kar bhai. Aaj sab sahi hoga. Waise tu jab aunty ke pair mein tel lagata hai to aaj aache se tel lagana. Aur sirf pair mein hi nahi baaki sab jagah bhi. Fir dekhna aunty ke upar kaisa jaadu hota hai.

Abhi – Tu theek keh raha hai bhai. Ye tarika aacha rahega. Waise bhi maine kai din se mummy ke pair mein tel nahi lagaya hai. Aaj raat unhe aache se khus kar dunga.

Abhishek se kuch der baat karke main aapne ghar aa gaya. Aur bas main subha hone ka intezar karne laga. Aaj mujhe abhishek se jalan ho rahi thi. Kyuki aaj raat woh apni mummy ko chodne wala tha. Aur uski baat sun sun ke mera lund khada ho jata tha.

Aur mujhe ghar par aake. Aapna lund hila ke shaant karna padta tha. Jaise taise raat beeth gayi. Aur subha hote hi main abhishek ke ghar pahuch gaya. Tab tak aunty jaa chuki thi. Aur abhishek aaj bahut hi jayada khus tha. Ander jaate hi maine abhishek se pucha.

Main – Bhai, raat mein kaam bana ya nahi. Aunty tere sath khuli ya nahi.

Abhi – Bhai, tujhe bata nahi sakta hu ki kal raat kitna maza aaya hai. Kal raat maine mummy ko 3 bar choda. Aur unhone bhi khul ke chudai ke maze liye. Hame sote sote 2 baj gaya tha.

Main – Kya baat hai bhai? Matlab ab mere dost ki puri aish hi aish hai. Waise bata na bhai kya kya hua?

Abhi – Bhai, jab tu gaya. Uske baad main aur mummy khana khane lage. Fir mummy aapne kamre mein jaake TV dekhni lagi. Main bhi sirf kacche mein mummy ke kamre mein pauch gaya.

Jaise hi main mummy ke kamre mein ghusa. Unki nazar mere upar gayi. Aur woh mujhe kacche mein dekhkar smile karne lagi. Tabhi main bhi unhe dekhkar muskura diya. Fir jaake mummy ke sath bed par beth gaya.

Main kuch der bed par betha raha. Fir main mummy ki godi mein let gaya. Mummy waise hi bethi bethi TV dekh rahi thi. Tabhi papa ka call aa gaya. Mummy ka phone dusri side rakha hua tha to woh boli.

Mummy – Beta, mera mobile to uthana. Tere papa ka call aa raha hai.

Main mummy ki godh se uth gaya. Aur mobile uthake mummy ko de diya. Fir se unki godhi mein let gaya. Mummy ne papa ka call utha liya. Aur woh unse baat karne lagi.

Mummy – Ha ji maine khana kha liya. Aur abhi bhi kha chuka hai. Aapne khaya ya nahi.

Papa mummy se khana ke bare mein puch rahe the. Mummy unhe yahi sab bata rahi thi. Mujhe papa ki awaaj nahi aa rahi thi. Magar mummy ke jawab se main samjh ja raha tha ki papa mummy se kya puch rahe the.

Mummy papa se baat kar rahi thi. Aur tabhi maine unki chuchiyo par hath rakh diya. Aur jaise hi maine aisa kiya. Mummy ek dum se uchal padi. Aur woh mujhe ghoor ke dekhne lagi. Main mummy ki chuchiya dabane laga.

Aur woh mujhe aankhe dikhane lagi. Magar main smile karta hue mummy ki chuchiya dabaye ja raha tha. Aur woh ek hath se mera hath hatane ki koshish kar rahi thi.

Mummy – Aacha waise aap kab aane wale ho.

Mummy papa se aane ke bare mein puch rahi thi. Fir papa ne mummy ko aane ka time bata diya.

Mummy – Theek hai theek hai ji. Chalo main rakhti hu. Aap bhi aaram karo ab.

Mummy call kaat diya. Aur mobile uthake side mein rakh diya. Fir woh turant bol padi.

Mummy – Tera dimag kharab ho gaya kya? Mere tere papa se baat kar rahi hu. Aur tu yaha ye sab harkate kar raha hai. Agar unhe pata chal jata to.

Abhi – Mummy, aap darr kyu rahi ho. Papa ko thodi pata. Main kya kar raha hu? Waise bhi unhone koi video call thodi ki thi.

Meri baat sunke mummy thodi shaant hui. Fir main unki godi se uth gaya. Aur unke liye tel ki bottle le aaya. Aur unke pair ke pass beth gaya. Fir maine mummy ka ghutna mod diya. Tabhi mummy boli.

Mummy – Are beta rehne de. Aaj mere dard nahi ho raha hai.

Abhi – To kya hua mummy? Maine inte dino se aapke tel nahi lagaya hai. Aaj main aapke aache se tel lagaunga.

Maine thoda se tel liya. Aur use mummy ki taango mein lagane laga. Mummy TV dekh rahi thi. Main unki taango mein tel laga raha tha. Mummy bar bar mujhe dekhkar smile kar rahi thi. Main unhe dekhkar smile kar raha tha.

Tel lagate hue Maine mummy ki dono taange ghutne ke pass se mod di thi. Aur unki mexi ko bhi ghutno ke upar tak kar diya tha. Magar mummy ne is bar mujhe kuch bhi nahi kaha. Aur na hi unhone apni mexi neeche ki.

Mujhe mummy ki chut saaf saaf dikhayi de rahi thi. Aur woh bhi bar bar mujhe dekh rahi thi. Lagbhag 10-minute tak main mummy ke pairo mein tel lagata raha. Fir maine aapne hatho mein tel liya.

Aur use mummy ki jangho mein lagane laga. Mummy mujhe apni jangho mein tel lagate dekh rahi thi. Main bade pyaar se mummy ki janghe sehla raha tha. Mummy ki jangho mein ki malish karte karte main mummy ki chut ke pass pauch gaya.

Aur mujhe mummy ki aankho mein ek nasha sa dikhne laga. Jaise hi maine mummy ki chut par hath lagaya. Mummy ne mera hath tabhi pakad liya. Magar maine aapna hath hataya nahi. Balki use mummy ki chut par hi rakha.

Mummy aur main ek dusre ki aankho mein dekh rahe the. Mummy ki chut garam ki garmi mujhe mere hatho par mehsus ho rahi thi. Mummy ki chut ka geelapan bhi mujhe saaf saaf mehsus ho raha tha.

Kuch der hum dono ek dusre ko aise hi dekhte rahe. Maine bhi aapna hath mummy ki chut se nahi hataya. Fir kuch der baad main bola.

Abhi – Mummy, aap pet bal let jao. Main peeche se bhi tel laga deta hu.

Mummy meri aankho mein dekh rahi thi. Aur tabhi maine aapna hath mummy ki chut se hata liya. Mummy palat ke aapne pet ke bal let gayi. Jaise hi mummy pet ke bal leti unki uthi hui gaand mere samne aa gayi. Aur mera lund mummy ki gaand dekhkar. Aur bhi jayada tight ho gaya.

Fir maine mummy ki mexi unki gaand tak utha di. Mummy ki gaand mexi ke ander thi. Magar unki gaand ki line thodi thodi dikh rahi thi. Fir main mummy ke pair ke upar aa gaya. Aur aapne dono hatho mein tel leke. Mummy ki taango se leke jangho tak malish karne laga.

Mummy pet ke bal aaram se leti hui thi. Aur woh malish ka maza le rahi thi. Kuch der mummy taango aur jangho ki malish karne ke baad maine mummy ki mexi unki gaand ke upar kar di. Mummy ki nangi gaand mere samne aa gayi.

Fir maine tel ki bottle li. Aur usmein se tel mummy ki gaand ki line par daalne laga. Tel gaand se hota hua. Mummy ki chut tak jaane laga. Main dono hatho se mummy ki gaand ki malish karne laga. Mummy ki makhmali gaand dabane mein bahut maza aa raha tha.

Mummy ki gaand dabate hue. Main unki gaand ko pakad ke faila deta tha. Jisse mummy ki gaand aur chut ka ched khul ke mere samne aa jata tha. Main malish karte karte. Aapna anghuta mummy ki chut ke ander thoda ghusa deta tha.

Jisse mummy chaadar ko jor se pakad leti thi. Mummy ki chut puri tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Main bar bar aapna anghuta unki chut mein daal raha tha. Kuch der mummy ki gaand ki malish karne ke baad maine mummy ko palat diya.

Mummy palate hi mujhe dekhne lagi. Tabhi maine mummy ki mexi ko pakda. Aur use utaarne laga. Mummy ne mexi utaarne ka koi virodh nahi kiya. Balki unhone khud apni peeth aur hath upar karke mexi nikalne mein madad ki.

Mexi ke nikalte hi mummy puri tarah se nangi ho gayi. Aur unki chuchiya bahar nikalne ke latakne lagi. Fir maine tel ki bottle uthayi. Aur usmein se tel mummy ki chuchiyo aur unke pet par daalne laga.

Mummy ne apni aankhe band kar li. Main mummy ke pet aur chuchiyo ko masalne laga. Mummy ke badi badi chuchiya mere hatho mein puri nahi aa rahi thi. Isiliye ek ek chuchi ko aapne dono hatho se masal raha tha.

Mummy aapne honton ko muh mein daba rahi thi. Unke chere par kamukta bhare bhaav saaf dikhayi de rahe the. Mummy ki chuchi masalte hue. Maine aapna kaccha nikal diya. Aur kaccha nikalte hi mera lund uchal ke bahar aa gaya.

Mummy ki nazar mere lund par tehar gayi. Main mummy ki chuchiya masalne laga. Fir maine mummy ka hath pakad ke aapne lund par rakh diya. Mummy ne bhi bade aaram se mera lund pakad liya.

Aur woh meri aankho mein dekhti hui. Mera lund aage peeche karne lagi. Mummy ki aankho mein saaf saaf dikh raha tha ki woh kitni garam ho chuki hai. Fir main mummy ke pet ke upar aake beth gaya.

Aur mera lund mummy ki chuchiyo par lagne laga. Fir main mummy ke upar jhuk gaya. Aur unke honton ko chumne ke liye aage bada. Tabhi mummy ne bhi aapna muh aage kiya. Aur hum dono ke honton aapas mein mil gaye.

Is bar sirf main hi nahi balki mummy bhi mere honton ko chus rahi thi. Aur unke rasili honton ka swaad mere muh mein aa raha tha. Hum dono ek dusre ke honton ko pagalo tarah chus rahe the. Mummy ke hath meri peeth par aa gaye the.

Aur woh mujhe khud se chipkaye hue thi. Hum dono 2 se 3 minute tak ek dusre ke honton ko chuste rahe. Fir main mummy ki chuchiya dabane laga. Aur ek chuchi ko aapne muh mein bhar liya. Aur use kheech kheech ke chusne laga.

Jab kabhi main mummy ki chuchi ko jor se kheech leta to unke muh se aahhh ki awaaj nikal aati. Mummy ki chuchiya chusne ke baad main unke pet ko chumne laga. Aur mere hath mummy ki chut ko sehlane laga. Mummy ki chut pani pani ho rahi thi.

Aur unki chut ka pani mere hath mein lag raha tha. Mummy ka pet chumte hue. Main neeche aa gaya. Aur is bar mummy ne khud apni taange mere liye faila di. Maine bhi aapna muh mummy ki chut par laga diya.

Aur bade pyaar se mummy ki chut chaatne laga. Jab main mummy ki chut chaat raha tha to woh khud ki kamar ko upar utha rahi thi. Main mummy ki jangho ko sehlate hue. Unki chut ko chaat raha tha.

Mummy kuch jayada hi garam ho gayi thi. Aur unke muh siiiii siiiiii ummm mmmm ki awaaj nikal rahi thi. Mummy kafi der se khud ko roke hue the. Main bina ruke mummy ki chut chaat raha tha. Aur kuch hi der baad mummy apni taange jodne lagi.

Aur unka hath mere sir par aa gaya. Mummy mera sir apni chut par dabane lagi. Mummy ko aisa karte dekhkar. Main samajh gaya ki unka pani nikalne wala hai. Aur kuch der baad mummy ka pani nikal gaya.

Aur unhone jor se mera sir apni chut par daba diya. Maine bhi mummy ki chut ka pani chaat chaat ke saaf kar diya. Fir mummy ne aapna hath mere sir se hata liya. Jab mummy ne aapna hath mere sir hataya to main sir uthake mummy ko dekhne laga.

Mummy ke chere par santushti dikh rahi thi. Aur unhe dekhkar mujhe bahut aacha lag raha tha. Fir main mummy ke upar jhuk gaya. Mummy ne bhi mujhe apni baaho mein bhar liya. Aur khud se chipka liya.

Mera lund neeche se mummy ki chut par lag raha tha. Main fir se mummy ke honton ko chusne laga. Mummy mere baalo mein hath firate hue. Mere honton ko chus rahi thi. Aur neeche se mera lund bar bar mummy ki chut par dashak de raha tha.

Tabhi maine aapna hath neeche dala. Aur lund pakad ke mummy ki chut par laga diya. Aur bade hi aaram se mummy ki chut mein lund utaar diya. Jaise hi mera pura lund mummy ki chut mein gaya. Mummy ne mujhe kas ke pakad liya.

Main neeche se apni kamar chalane laga. Aur mera lund mummy ki chut ke ander bahar hone laga. Mummy mujhe kas ke pakdi rahi. Tabhi main bola.

Abhi – Mummy, kya abhi bhi ye sab aapko galat raha hai?

Mummy – Beta, agar galat bhi hai to ab mujhe koi farak nahi padta hai. Main tujhe bata nahi sakti hu ki main kab se is pyaar ke liye taras rahi thi. Tere papa ne mujhe akela chhod diya tha. Magar tune mujhe fir se ek aurat hone ka ahsas dilaya hai. Isiliye ab mujhe koi farak padta hai.

Abhi – I love you mummy. I love you so much.
Mummy – I love you mere bacche.

Mummy ke upar chadi hui garmi ne unke muh se woh sach nikalwa diya tha. Jo woh hosh mein rehte hue kabhi nahi bolti. Magar mummy ke muh se ye baat sunke mujhe aacha lag raha tha. Aur unki is baat ne mere ander aur bhi jayada josh bhar diya tha.

Main mummy ke upar se utha gaya. Aur unki kamar ko pakad ke dhakke lagane laga. Mummy ki chuchiya upar neeche ho rahi thi. Aur ab woh bina kisi jhijhak ke aaahh ahhhh ummm mmmm kar rahi thi.

Kuch der dhakke lagane ke baad main mummy upar jhuk gaya. Aur unko uthake aapne upar le aaya. Mummy ab mere lund ke upar bethi hui thi. Aur woh mujhe dekh rahi thi. Jaise hi main neeche se dhakke lagane chala. Tabhi mera lund mummy ki chut se bahar nikal gaya.

Aur isse pehle main aapna lund dubara mummy ki chut mein dalta. Mummy ne khud mera lund pakda. Aur use khud apni chut mein daal liya. Fir woh khud apni kamar ko aage peeche karne lagi.

Mummy ki dono chuchiya mere samne thi. Tabhi maine unki dono chuchiyo ko pakad liya. Aur unhe jor jor se dabane laga. Mummy apni kamar chalate chalate mere upar jhuk gayi. Aur tabhi maine mummy ki gaand ko pakda.

Aur use aapne lund par upar neeche karne laga. Mummy mere honton ko aapne honton mein liye hue thi. Maine neeche se dhakke lagate hue. Mummy ke honton ko chus raha tha. Kuch der baad mummy ne mere honton ko chhod diya.

Main mummy ki chuchiyo ko muh mein lene laga. Magar woh bar bar mere muh se nikal ja rahi thi. Tabhi mummy ne khud apni chuchi mere muh mein laga di. Main neeche se dhakke lagate hue. Mummy ki chuchiyo ko chusne laga.

Mummy kabhi aapne honton ko kaat ti to kabhi aaahh aahhh karne lagti. Fir kuch der baad mummy boli.

Mummy – Aise hi beta aise hi. Rukna mat beta rukna mat.

Mummy ke in shabdo ko sunne ke baad main khud ko rok nahi paya. Aur mere ander aur bhi jayada josh bhar gaya. Main neeche se tej tej dhakke lagane laga. Mummy bhi apni kamar ko jaldi jaldi chalane lagi.

Mummy ke muh se ‘Aah’ ki awaaj aa rahi thi. Aur kuch hi der baad mummy ka badan dheela pad gaya. Aur woh mere upar gir gayi. Maine bhi mummy ko khud se chipka liya. Aur unki peeth par hath ferne laga.

Kuch der hath ferne ke baad main mummy ko leke beth gaya. Mummy mujhse chipki bethi hui thi. Aur woh mujhe hi dekh rahi thi. Hum dono ek dusre ke honton ko chusne lage. Fir maine mummy ko upar se utha diya.

Aur unki kamar ko pakad ke unhe palatne laga. Mummy samajh gayi ki main kya chahta hu. Tabhi mummy mere samne khud ghodi ban gayi. Aur aapna sir neeche rakhkar. Aapni gaand ko upar utha liya.

Mummy ki gaand upar hote hi mujhe unki gaand aur chut ka ched khula hua dikhne laga. Maine aapna muh mummy ki gaand mein laga diya. Main mummy ki gaand ka ched chaatne laga. Mummy bade aaram se jhuki hui thi.

Main unki gaand chaate ja raha tha. Fir kuch der gaand chaatne ke baad maine aapna lund mummy ki chut mein daal diya. Aur unki gaand ko pakad ke dhakke lagane laga. Dhakke lagane se kamre mein thap thap ki awaaj hone lagi.

Mummy fir se moan karne lagi. Mere dhakke lagane se mummy ki chuchiya uchal rahi thi. Jo dekhne mein badi aachi lag rahi thi. Fir maine dhakke lagate hue. Mummy ki chuchiya pakad li. Aur unhe masalte hue dhakke lagane laga.

Mummy waise hi jhuki rahi. Main dhakke lagata raha. Kuch der aur dhakke lagane ke baad maine mummy ko sidha kar diya. Aur sidhe let te hi mummy ne khud apni taange faila li. Main unke upar jhuk gaya.

Aur aapna lund daalke fir se mummy ki chudai karne laga. Mummy aapne nakhun meri peeth par gada rahi thi. Main sata sat dhakke lagaye ja raha tha. Aur kuch hi der baad mummy ne apni taange meri kamar mein bandh li.

Aur mujh ko khud se puri tarah chipka liya. Maine bhi aapne dhakke tej kar diye. Aur kuch hi der baad main aur mummy ek sath jhad gaye. Mera sara pani mummy ki chut mein nikal gaya. Main unse chipak ke leta raha.

Kuch der hum dono ke beech koi baat nahi hui. Hum dono hi haaf rahe the. Fir jab main mummy ko uthke dekhne laga to mummy mujhe dekhne lagi. Aaj mummy bilkul hi alag lag rahi thi. Unke chere par woh shaanti thi.

Jo ek aachi chudai ke baad har aurat ke chere par hoti hai. Maine aage badke mummy ke honton ko chum liya. Mummy bhi mere honton ko chusne lagi. Kuch der baad main mummy ke upar se uth gaya.

Aur mere uthte hi mera lund mummy ki chut se bahar nikal aaya. Mummy ki chut ka ched khula hua dikhne laga. Mummy ki chut mera sara pani pe gayi thi. Fir main mummy ke bagal mein let gaya.

Mera lund abhi bhi pura dheela nahi pada tha. Mummy mere lund ko hi dekh rahi thi. Tabhi maine mummy ki gardan mein hath dalke unko khud se chipka liya. Mummy aur main ek dusre ko dekhe hi ja rahe the. Tabhi main bola.

Abhi – Mummy, mujhe maaf kar dena. Mera pani aapke ander nikal gaya. Kahi aapko koi pareshani to nahi hogi.

Mummy – Koi baat nahi beta. Woh sab main sambhal lungi. Tumhe chinta karne ki jarurat nahi hai.

Abhi – Mummy, aap bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho. Aur aaj aapke chere par ek alag hi chamak dikh rahi hai. Jo maine isse pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi.

Mummy meri baat sunke sharmane lagi. Aur neeche dekhne lagi.

Abhi – Mummy, aap aise hi khus raha karo. Jab aap khus hote ho to mujhe bahut aacha lagta hai.

Mummy – Beta, pehle khus rehne ki koi wajah hi nahi thi. Meri zindgi bas kat rahi thi. Subha se shaam tak main bas kaam ke bare mein sochti thi. Mere ander ki aurat to mar hi chuki thi. Maine bhi khud ke bare mein sochna band kar diya.

Magar jab tune mujhe pyaar kiya to bahut time ke baad mere ander ki aurat fir se jaag gayi. Aur bahut time baad maine ye khushi mehsus ki hai.

Abhi – Mummy, main bhi yahi chahta tha ki aap bhi khus raho. Magar papa ke dhoke ke baad aap bilkul badal gayi thi. Aapke chere par hamesha ek udasi dikhayi deti thi. Aapne papa ko maaf to kar diya tha. Magar dil se ye baat aap kabhi nahi nikal payi.

Mummy – Beta, ek aurat ke liye. Ye baat bhoolna asan nahi hai ki uska pati bahar kisi aur aurat ke sath raate rangeen kar raha hai. Aur uski khud ki biwi uska ghar sambhal rahi hai.

Hello all horny people. It’s Ronak here once again with a brand new story. To make you all the guys shag and all the ladies finger their pussies to your heart’s content.

This story is a work of fiction based on a fantasy shared by one of the female readers. Writing this one in the first person from her perspective. Let’s go.

If anyone entered the house at that moment, what a spectacle they would have witnessed, I thought. I could feel the moistness building up between my legs. Who would be the next one? I was wondering and also excited about what was next for me on the cards.

It had gone much better than what I had expected till now. I was certain that the climax was going to be much more than I had ever imagined. Seated on a chair, I looked at the 5 men seated around the round table, sipping their drinks leisurely and playing cards. My heart was beating faster in anticipation.

My father-in-law had kept his promise. I sat there recalling the day when I shared my fantasy with him after a steamy sex session. I would like him to invite his friends and share me with all of them like a pleasure toy.

Within the first six months of my marriage, I had fallen for my father-in-law who was quite a fit man of 57. He had been a loner since his wife passed away well before marriage. We developed a good bond over a few months. We spent a lot of time together when my husband would go to work.

One thing led to the other. Very soon, I had my father-in-law between my legs, pumping my ever-thirsty pussy hard. Initially, the sex between us was normal. But over time, we start getting kinkier. We indulged in many kinks like fucking at different places, BDSM, role plays etc.

After one such kinky session, he asked me about my extreme fantasy. I told her that I’d share only if he promised that he wouldn’t feel bad or angry about it. He promised. Then I shared my fantasy of him sharing me with his friends in a gangbang.

He was stunned when he listened to it first. But then told me that he was extremely delighted. Each one of them glanced at me once in a while. I could see the lust filled in their eyes. And why not? Here I was, sitting in a chair half naked.

The pallu of my saree was already on the ground. My upper body was half-covered only with a bra. The bra strap was already down from my left shoulder, resulting in the cup falling off, putting my full 34C size left breast on display.

My nipple was rock hard. It was still glistening with the saliva that my father-in-law left on it after sucking it really hard. I’m sure my blue-coloured panties were also visible through my netted patterned, almost transparent saree. My petticoat was already lying on the floor near the table.

5 pairs of eyes were ogling at me. Sparks appeared in those eyes whenever they looked at me. The spark was similar to a sportsman participating in a competition in his eyes looking at the winner’s trophy. And why should it have been any other way?

That was what I was for them today. A trophy! That was what they were playing for. A trophy in rotation. The winner of the game got to do whatever he wanted with me or he could ask me to do whatever he wanted to.

I had put on a netted transparent black saree. A matching sleeveless blouse with a deep neck revealing the deep valley between my breasts. Inside I had put on a fluorescent light blue coloured pair of undergarments. I had used a nice imported perfume as well.

I welcomed all the guests at the door. When they arrived, none of them could resist checking me out. I felt excited from inside as their eyes scanned my figure of 34-26-36 all along my feet to head. 5 ft. 7 in all in all.

They settled on the table, and I served them their drinks and snacks. My father-in-law introduced me to them. He also introduced each one of them by his name, occupation, how they got acquainted with each other, etc. All of them, barring one guy named Arif Kadri, were either close to 50 or were past 50.

But none of them were older than my father-in-law. Arif looked much younger. Maybe somewhere between 35 and 40. These were all well-settled, matured guys, fit and healthy, good looking, well behaved. They knew how to treat a woman.

I had a special interest in Arif. Though I had many sex adventures before my marriage, I had never tasted a Muslim cock. So when my father-in-law introduced him to me, my excitement increased manifold. The gathering was organized on account of my father-in-law’s birthday.

Fortunately my husband had been away for a two-week long business trip. He was not expected to return for another 4-d days. All the guests had brought one or the other gift as well. I took the gifts and stacked them away in his room.

Then, my father-in-law dropped the bomb at the table. On the special occasion of his birthday, this very special card party was organized. I was the rotating trophy of the game. The winner of every game could ask me to do whatever he wanted me to do, or he could do whatever he wished to do with me.

Three games were already over, and the fourth one was underway. I was getting more and more restless. My cock hungry mouth was flooded with water in anticipation of a Muslim cock entering it for the first time.

Mr. Diwakar Mehta won the first game. Mr. Mehta is one of the leading share brokers and also manages the portfolio of my father’s investments. He is a thorough gentleman. He was asked what he expected me to do. He hesitantly asked me to do a ramp walk like those fashion models do at fashion shows.

So, I played a suitable soundtrack and did a ramp walk, like models. I went all the way to his seat and displayed my vital assets from very close. I turned on my heels fully 360 degrees so that everyone could look at my sexy body thoroughly.

I turned around and bent forward to push my ass back, getting it very close to his face. Then I walked back to my seat, swaying my hips sexily for them. They were onto the next game, and the next round of drinks also began. Earlier, they were chitchatting about the things generally guys of that age discuss.

Mainly markets and politics. But once the announcement of the prize for the winner of the game was made, all the talks stopped. Now, everyone was focused on the game, as no one wanted to miss the trophy.

Mr Vikrant Sharma won the second game. Sharmaji works for the same company for which my father-in-law used to work. My FIL called me, telling me Mr. Sharma had won the game. So I went and stood near him. He stretched his hand and took my hand in his hand.

He slowly kissed on the back of my hand, saying, “You are really very beautiful, sweetheart. This friend of ours is one lucky bastard! I would like to see you without your blouse and petticoat. Please go and remove them, and then put your saree back over your bra and panties.”

I gave a mischievous smile and said, “Naughty uncle.” Then I took his hand in my hand and planted a wet kiss on his palm before walking back to the bedroom. I removed my saree. Then I removed my blouse and skirt. Then I wrapped my saree again and stopped to look at my reflection in the mirror.

My reflection turned me on. I am quite a horny woman. But in that combination of saree over my undergarments, I looked sexier than ever. I fell in love with myself all over again.

I’m stopping here for now. I will return with the next part soon. Awaiting your feedback in my mailbox, [email protected] or in the comments section. Signing off, yours truly, Ronak.