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I glanced at the clock. It was 5 in the evening. I was at the computer for more than 3 hours. My eyes were hurting, but there was a raging laughter inside me. I couldn’t hold it in, and I started laughing loudly. I went through all the files.

There was so much evidence that I could bury Rajiv in lawsuits and bring his family to the streets. But that would be the easy way. I wanted to torment this motherfucker. I wanted him on his knees begging me. I got up and stretched my body, which was stiff from sitting for such long hours.

I unlocked my room and went to the living room. Some romantic movie was playing on the TV. Mom was sitting on the couch in her nightdress. I rarely saw her wearing one of her nightgowns but now it made me happy. She was all naked below that gown.

My dick got erect at the thought of it, and lust got on my mind. I got an idea, and I got all naked. She was completely focused on the movie. My dick was hard, and I moved towards her. I quickly sat on the couch with my dick still standing. She noticed my presence but not my dick.

I was laughing from inside. The living room was dark because of the weather outside, so it was hard to notice if someone was naked. I moved my hands to the back of her shoulder, barely touching. This was fun. I wanted to take it further, so I started talking to her.

She was too invested in the movie even to bother looking at me while talking.

Rahul: Mom. Tell me something.

Mom: Hmm. What?

Rahul: Won’t you get pregnant since I cum into you?

She waved her hands, still not looking.

Mom: Don’t stress. I was on birth control for a long time after you were born. I can’t get pregnant now.

It was a random question I asked out of curiosity, but it made me happy and excited. My dick got hard again. I took her hand and placed it on my hard dick. She was startled and suddenly looked at me.

Mom: Baba, no. I’m watching a movie. Not now.

Rahul: I can’t fuck you now. You made me horny with that whole birth control thing.

I made a puppy face. She gently slapped my shoulder at the mention of the word “fuck”.

Mom: Language. I’m your mother.

Rahul: Not while my dick is hard.

She pouted her lips, glancing at me and then back at the television. I was gently stroking my dick with her hands. The centre table vibrated, and the screen glowed on Mom’s phone. I glanced at it. It was her sister. My masi. Neha masi was in her early thirties and had been married for almost 2 years.

Her husband worked in the Gulf and was home for 1-2 months in a year. She and Mom had a deep bond. They shared every. Mom leapt on the phone and picked it up, shooting a sly smile towards me. She laid back, pausing the movie and pulling back her hand from my dick.

She started talking with masi, her legs dangling from the couch. I picked her one leg up and rested it on my naked thighs. I started massaging her feet. She smiled at me, still listening to the rant masi was dumping on her. I moved up my hands to her knee, then her thighs.

I gently moved my hands up and down her inner thighs, feeling her milky skin against my hand. I could feel her breaths heavy and her periodic glares whenever I squeezed her thighs. I parted her legs further.  I saw that she was wearing light pink panties, which were wet, probably from all the touching.

I got up and moved close to her neck, placing a small kiss. I could feel her trembling, my hands scratching her thighs. I pulled away and gave her a sly smile. I parted her legs further and started kissing her thighs from the bottom up.

She let out a soft moan, which was quite audible to the person on the other side of the phone. She made an excuse and tried pushing me away, but I was having fun. I moved my kisses up and stopped on her puss. I breathed against her panty and then took it in my mouth.

She tried pushing me away, but both my hands were already grabbing her thighs and pushing them apart. I pulled her panties in one swift go and assumed my position again. She was grabbing my hair and letting out controlled moans. My tongue made its way inside her pussy while my lips sucked her juices.

My tongue was alternating between her clit and hole, making clockwise motion. Soon it made its way to her asshole, and I was nose deep in her pussy-licking slurping sounds. I was devouring her pussy like an animal, hungry for days. Her breaths were heavier now, and she was barely talking.

I pulled away for a moment and looked at her, my lips wet from her juices.  She was biting her lips and mouthing ‘STOP’pleading me, but I had had enough of the teasing. I stroked my rock-hard dick, ready to enter her, when suddenly she spoke on the phone.

Mom: Yeah, he is here. Watching some movie…. Haha…. Do you want to talk to him?

She extended the phone to me, and a chuckle left my mouth. I took the phone from her hand and placed it on my ear.

Rahul: Hey Masi. How are you?

Masi went on with her list of formal questions that every relative keeps prepared. Mom was now lying back with her hand on her head, sweating hard. One hand was on the phone, and the other was gently stroking her thigh and knee. I moved my hands on her pussy, my thumb rubbing her clitoris.

I slowly put two of my fingers in, and she breathed a gasp of air. I started moving my fingers inside her, exploring every part of her pussy while playing with her clit. She was restless now, her ass moving up and down in the air, trying to escape my hold.

The talk was nearly over so I said my goodbyes to Masi and hung up the call. Mom looked up at me, my two fingers still inside her. She was sweating hard, her nightgown wet near the neck and her underarms. Her hair was a mess.

“Sorry about your movie.” I smiled apologetically at her.

“It’s not your fault, baby” She smiled back, pulling away from my fingers.

She got up and opened the curtains a bit to let some light in. It was summer, so the sun was still up. She pulled the hem of her gown and threw it on the couch. Sweat droplets glistened against her brown nipples, erect from the fingering. I was stroking my dick, using her wetness as lube.

Suddenly, she got on all fours on the floor in front of me. Her ass was towards me, legs spread apart to reveal her hairy, red and wet pussy. “You have to complete what you start” She looked back at me. My dick got so hard it hurt. It felt like all the blood was flowing to my dick the moment I heard those words.

I could understand why Rajiv was so desperate to fuck her. He suspected that she had a wild side, but she never showed it to him. Now that she was inviting me fuck her, I knew that she had unleashed the slut inside her. I instantly got up and moved. I spanked her ass as hard as I could.

She screamed and moaned as my hand left a red print on her wet white ass. I kneeled in front of her face. She looked up at me and understood the task. I collected her hair and moved her lips towards my dick. She pulled her tongue out and licked the tip of my dick.

Her tongue moved around my dick in circles, making it wet all over as she tasted my precum. I couldn’t resist and pushed her head gently. She opened her mouth to engulf my throbbing dick. I started fucking her mouth, saliva drooling on the floor. I let go of her hair and grabbed both her hanging tits.

She was slurping on my dick, trying to eat it as if it was a candy. I pinched and squeezed her tits hard, but she didn’t say anything. She pulled back and wiped her lips with one hand, the other one supporting her. I got up, went around her and kneeled behind her ass, the tip of my dick on her pussy.

She was pushing back slightly, eager to get fucked by her son. I grabbed the box of cigarettes from the couch and lit one up. With one hand, I adjusted my dick, and it went in without any effort. She sucked in a gulp of air, and my free hand grabbed her red ass while I took a long drag of the cigarette.

I started fucking her pussy, slowly and gently. I took another drag and passed the half-burnt cigarette towards her. She took one hand, and I grabbed her ass with both hands so she didn’t fall off. I was now pounding her one stroke at a time, the sound of her wet ass loud against my thighs.

She was taking drags of the cigarette in between the deep strokes, breathing a little heavy. I moved my hands on her back, up and down, then to her hanging mangoes with a light brown tip. I squeezed and mauled them gently while kissing her shoulders and neck.

My dick felt warm against her pussy which was once again soaking from the teasing. The moment she took the last drag, I pinched her nipples hard and pulled away, taking control of her ass. I spanked her other ass and started pounding her fast and hard.

The sound of the pounding was now getting mixed with her loud moans. She was taken by surprise, and her hand moved towards my stomach, trying to push me away. I grabbed that hand with my right hand and her hair with my left, going balls deep inside her.

A cry left her mouth as I increased the pace and left her hand for her to support herself against what was coming. Both my hands grabbed her ass cheeks again and stretched them to reveal her asshole. I slowed down and pulled my dick out, my left thumb immediately on her clit, making a fast circular motion.

She was groaning from the pleasure, trying to catch her breath. I spat on her asshole and started moving my right thumb on it, lubricating her ass.

“You ever tried anal, mom?” I asked while gently pushing her asshole with my thumb.

“Mmm. Once, I think in college. But he was too big. We dropped it.” She said, moaning, her breaths interrupting her speech.

I increased the pace on her clit, a laugh leaving her mouth between the heavy breaths and pushed my other thumb completely inside her asshole. She let out a squeal, trying to get away, but I had her under my grasp. I started fingering her asshole a little faster while playing with her clit.

She was nearing orgasm now. It was quite evident from the screams and moans that were loud and out of control, like an animal desperate to be freed. Her thighs shivered against my right hand that was between her ass cheeks, and she let out a scream, leaving my left hand wet.

I pulled out my thumb from her asshole. She fell stomach down on the floor, exhausted and panting. I gently stroked her hair, then her back moving down to her red ass, massaging her as she tried to catch her breath. I got up, sat on the couch and grabbed my phone.

She sat up on the floor, parts of her milky white skin red from the grabbing and spanking, her hair dishevelled. Her face was wet, sweat and saliva mixing on her lips. She was sitting with her legs spread apart, supporting herself on her hands, giving me a clear view of her wet pussy and erect nipples.

But the best part of her after fuck look was the smile that was plastered across her face as she looked at me.

“You didn’t cum, baba.” The smile on her face fainted as she realized this.

“The next time I’m cumming, it would be inside your ass,” I smirked at her.

Her face went from shock to blush. She smiled again, this time in agreement. I opened my phone to book bus tickets for our trip to Manali. Mom got up from the floor and went into the washroom. She came back 20 minutes later, cleaned up and dressed in a white transparent t-shirt and light blue panties.

I was finalizing the booking. She sat beside me, rubbing my arm and back gently. This gesture was something that always made me feel safe, and it was her old habit. Today it was a little different, better, probably due to the new side of our relationship.

She grabbed the pack of cigarettes and lighted one. I finished the bookings and got up with my semi-hard dick hanging.

“Why don’t you take a bath? We will then pack our bags and have dinner.” She smiled, moving her hands up and down my arm.

I nodded and went to the washroom. I took a bath and got dressed. We then packed our stuff, talking and laughing. I had never seen her this happy in a while. This was all for her. Everything that I was doing. I would burn down Rajiv if that brought a smile to her face.

We had dinner, and I told her that the bus was at noon and we’ll reach there tomorrow night. Then I told her about all the beautiful places we’ll visit and how the resort rooms had private hot springs. She looked excited to listen to me talk about these things.

We watched a movie again and cuddled to sleep. The next afternoon we caught the bus to Manali and reached there by 8 in the night. It was an exhausting journey, but an escort cab was at the bus station to pick us up. We reached the resort by 8:30 and checked in.

It was truly beautiful. I hadn’t lied to Mom about my friend’s dad owning the resort. Rishi’s father owned this resort and every other resort within a 5 KM radius. I told Mom to go to the room and freshen up and maybe get some rest.

“Where are you going?” She asked while handing the bags to the housekeeping.

“I’ll be back. I have to go and say hello to Rishi’s dad. Thank him for this,” I said, handing her the key to our room.

She nodded, giving me a puppy face. I gave her a side hug and bid her goodbye. As soon as she disappeared into the lift lobby, I turned towards the receptionist. My phone rang before I could speak. It was Mayank Uncle, Rishi’s father. I answered.

Rahul: Hi Uncle! How are you?

Mayank: I’m a good beta. How was the journey?

Rahul: It was good, uncle. A bit exhausting, if I’m being honest.

I heard a faint laugh.

Mayank: Why don’t you come up and have a drink with me? We have some catching up to do. I’m in the penthouse in this very building. I’ll send my secretary to get you.

Rahul: Sure Uncle. I’ll be there.

I cut the call and turned to the receptionist again.

“Could you help me with the room number of Mrs. Divya Gautam?” I asked her.

She typed some keys on her computer. “Sir, it’s 403.”

I smiled and thanked her. I pressed the lift button and smiled.

“The irony,” I said out loud as I got in the lift and pressed the P button on top.

Hello Readers. I am back with a real incident! Hope you enjoy the story.

I am Pavani, I am married. I completed my engineering and was working in Hyderabad. I didn’t have any affairs before marriage. I was clean and a virgin.

I married Sarath, and I lost my virginity to him on my first night. It was a memorable night as he enjoyed my body 5 times. It was painful, and I was drenched that night.

Later, we had unlimited fun on our honeymoon. Then later, I shifted to an in-law’s house, and it has not worked with his mother. I don’t have any interest in dog fights, and hubby became the caretaker between us, and eventually we moved to a separate house.

Life became more complicated as our earnings were low, and we felt below the poverty line. With this struggle, we left Hyderabad and moved to Pune as we got better opportunities. We worked for two years in Pune and shifted to Bangalore with a better pay scale.

Finally, we decided to have a kid, and soon I became pregnant. We both used to have sex at least 4 days a week, and he does for 45 minutes. I never felt short of happiness with him on the bed. I got my delivery in Bangalore, and post that, my parents took me to their place.

I started to miss my hubby during that period, and slowly, my sexual needs doubled. During that time, I remember once we both visited sex stories websites, but it didn’t work. Stories were like mom fuck, son fuck, which was fake.

We thought it was not good stuff to read and close the topic. But I started to read stories other than incest. I found a Wife-swapping story in a portal and connected with the author’s wife. I reached out with a fake name via hangout and chatted with her for a week.

She loves to watch her hubby’s sex with another lady, and it’s weird for me. Later, I deleted the fake account and moved to Bangalore. My brother got a job in Bangalore, so my parents moved to Bangalore. They took a flat near my house.

Reunion with my husband after delivery was emotional. He treated me roughly on the bed. I wanted him to go hard as I was craving for him. I rejoined the company after maternity leave. The staff has changed with new girls.

One day, my hubby and I were watching the movie and it had a bold scene. Heroin’s facial expressions were very seductive, and her moans were high.
Then, our conversation moves on.

Me: Chitti (I call my hubby Chitti), it’s too romantic.

He: Yes, let’s start then.

Me: Wait, Chitti! Let’s see together.

He: Haha, let’s do it.

Me: Abba Chitti. Chitti, did I moan like her?

He: Yes, you do.

Me: Chitti! I don’t moan.

He: You want me to record. You moan very loudly when I kiss you below.

Me: Chee! Did I moan louder?

He: Yes, a lot during sex, too.

We had sex, but I did not notice my moans. But at the same time, I would love to hear my hard moans and see my facial expressions. Then, I used to ask him how I moaned, and his response was the same, “I can’t say that you moan sexy.” One day, I told him I wanted to hear my moans.

We agreed to record our sex. It was unsuccessful because I felt ashamed to become nude in front of the camera. Forcefully, we did, but it’s not up to mark as we both knew the fact of recording and natural flavour was missed in the video.

Later, we installed SPY CCTV in our bedroom to record our sex. My hubby was not interested, but I was desperate to listen to my moans. My sex carvings were high after my delivery, and I wanted to do kinky things.

To add up a spice, we didn’t have sex for three weeks. We wanted to be more aggressive so that we both could view natural feelings. My period was over, and luckily, we got one additional holiday. I was away from sex for almost all 3 weeks, and we had hardcore sex in the night.

Initially, we both forgot about the spy camera and later, at night, we both checked the recorded session. I moaned louder and dirty. My facial expressions were cute, and that made my hubby for another round. I had plenty of sex and completed 2 packets of Kamasutra condoms in 3 days.

One day in the office, during the tea break in the evening, we (girls gang) were discussing the in-laws and their annoying culture. During the discussion, Ankita said, “Your husband is good and supports you.” My immediate thought was how this slut knew about my husband’s behaviour ( Lanja Munda ki Ela tesulu.)

I smiled and asked her how come, you know, then she replied, “You are always happy and never raised complaints about your hubby. I can understand you control your hubby.” But her response was not convincing for me, and I felt she knew my hubby well.

At night, I checked my hubby’s Facebook and Ankita was on his friend list and her number was stored in his mobile. They both worked together in their previous company in Hyderabad. My hubby didn’t say much about her and shied away.

After a week, during the weekend, I intentionally brought up this topic in afternoon sex. I waited for one round and then started my conversation. My baby was sleeping, and both were nude, lying on the bed. I put my head on his chest and said.

Me: Chitti.

He: Yes.

Me: What have you done with me? After delivery, I was not able to say no to you.

He: (smiled) You look so hot after delivery. Can’t control my feelings. Fuck me again (Dengava)

He pushed me into a missionary position, and his chest was rubbing my boobs.

Me: Chitti! Ankita’s boobs are soft like me?

He: Pressed my boobs and said, “I don’t know.”

Me: Chitti! Fuck, fuck

He: Pushed his dick, and I was saying chitti.

Me: Fuck me! Fuck me! Think I am Ankita.

Then he became super rude and had hard sex for close to 15 minutes. We had a few more rounds, but I figured out Ankita was his ex. Hubby didn’t disclose it, and Ankita didn’t interact with me. I decided to move out of my comfort zone and put him in front of his table.

Me: Chitti.

He: Yes?

Me: Have you fuck Ankita? ( Ankita ni Dengava)

He was surprised by my question and said no with a nervous.

Me: Do you want to fuck her again (Malli dendutava?)
He: Shut up!

Me: Fuck her in front of my eyes ( na mundu dengu)

I asked him to fuck in front of me. Butt he didn’t say anything and shouted at me. This was repeated for a month. Finally, we concluded that he would fuck her, but not in front of me. ( I can’t describe everything in the story).

Even though we fought every day, I used to have sex with him. After delivery, my sex carvings were high, and I wanted to have kinky things on the bed. I became more bold and shameless. I was asking for more sex in different positions, and hubby is doing it with me.

I forced my hubby a lot to fuck Ankita in front of my eyes, and it’s not ethical for me. Hubby gave me the twist that he would never reach out to Ankita for sex. I should convince her without impacting our marriage life.

After a few days, I understand that she is ready to be a whore as she is not getting a basic dose from her husband. Her Sex life is dry as her hubby is spending 4 hours in traffic and not having sex with her.

Intentionally, I used to chat about my sex life with her (bits and pieces) and noticed desperation from her. On the other hand, hubby is not making any effort to chat with her. I was pushing him, but no response from him and our conversation during that night was below.

Me: Ankita is looking for sex. Chat with her now.

He: How come you know about Ankita’s sex life?

Me: Arrey! As a girl, I understand her inner feelings. Her hubby is not doing with her as he travels more than 4 hours in traffic and lack of sleep.

He: Oh! I don’t chat with her. I feel shy.

Me: Does your dick know about the meaning of shy? Asshole! You were violent the first night, and tears came out from my eyes more than 3 times.
He smiled! You are my wife, and your pussy is mine. The first night is about the sex.

Me: OK, give me your mobile.

I send a WhatsApp message to Ankita from my hubby’s mobile saying, “ Hey Ankita,” at around 11:00 pm. Immediately, she responded with Hi.

Me: Can we meet? It’s been a long time since we didn’t meet.

She didn’t respond to the chat and my hubby was laughing at me. After 30 minutes, I texted her from my hubby’s mobile, saying, “I will be alone this Friday as my wife will be out of town”. She didn’t respond.

The next day in the office I met her and she didn’t say anything about the message. I informed her that I would be out of the office on Friday.

There was no happy expression from her and no response to my hubby too. We had good sex. I was lying on my hubby’s chest and told him that Ankita was not interested in you.

He: Why should she be interested in me? She married a rich guy.

Me: I thought I could fulfil my fantasy.

He: Don’t read too much of sex stories. Those are fake stories.

Me: I love to watch your sex episodes with other women.

He: Don’t risk life for fantasy. We have a kid and we both are doing well.

Me: I am happy in bed, but something I should do to remember for old age.
Then, all of a sudden, my hubby got a message from Ankita. He was disappointed, and I was happy.

Her message was, “She told me where is she going?”

Me: (with hubby’s mobile, she is going out along with her parents) for 3 days. Will be back on Sunday night.

She: OK.

Me: How are you doing? Having fun with hubby.

She: Life is dry!

Me: Can we meet?

She: When and where?

Me: You can come to my place. I am alone for 3 days.

She: (She took time to respond) I am married and can’t meet directly like before.
Me: I understand you, trust me, my place is good and safe.
She: ufff! Let’s see. I will let you know by tomorrow.

The next day, she applied for leave, and I was excited. She confirmed that she will meet hubby on Friday. Hubby is not interested as I watch them through spy cam. Finally, I convinced my hubby, and on Friday, I moved to my parents ‘ place.

My parents were out of town, and my brother went to the office. Me and my kid at my mom’s place, and I log into Spy Cam with an app. Ankita arrived at my place, and they both had yet to arrive in the bedroom. A spy cam is installed in the bulb holder in my bedroom.

It’s been 15 minutes, and they didn’t come up to the bedroom. My excitement level was high. I was curious what they were doing in the living room. Finally, I saw them in the bedroom. They were kissing passionately and entered the bedroom. They both were hugging tightly and kissing hard.

Ankita is in a bra and panty, and my hubby is in lowers. I can see half-nude boobs easily as her bra strips are out of the shoulder. She is 5.3 feet, fair, with 36 sizes of boobs. Her waist is 30, with a good round shape of ass. Her boobs were half nude, and the rest covered with her bra.

My inner feelings were like, why is she behaving like a true whore. Bloody shameless whore ( Lanja Munda, sigguleni lanja). My hubby’s hands were around her waist and kissing her lips. Her hands were around his waist. Their tongue got twisted and did not break the kiss.

He lifted her while kissing, and she quickly kept her legs around his waist and kissed very passionately. And then, she unhooked her bra and removed her bra completely. She threw her bra and pushed his head towards her boobs. He shamelessly bit her brown nipple, and I heard her moan.

Ankita’s legs were around my hubby’s waist, and hubby was biting her nipple one after another. Her moans were louder and louder. He started to suck her boobs one after another. She was moaning like, “Yeah! Yes, eat it.”

He sucked her boobs for some time and put her on the bed. She pulled my hubby’s underwear without being shy and said, “ I can’t wait, asshole! My pussy is craving for sex and fuck me hard” ( Orey, puku ni Dengava)

I was surprised by her bad words. She is desperate and demanding my hubby for sex. She placed his hands on her panty waistband and signalled him to remove her panty. She moaned, “ Honey! Panty is wet, and take it off”. She moved her legs wider and raised her waist.

Hubby started to pull her panty from the waist to the thighs and then calves and feet. Her eyes were hungry, and she moved her legs wider. His dick is standing like a tower, and his face is enlightened. He is seeing her pussy with lust. She signalled him with her index finger to kiss her pussy.

With her seductive voice, she said, “Oye! Make my treasure happy! Fuck me like bitch.” (Puku ni dengu. Ni lanja ni nenu). He didn’t waste any time and jumped on her cunt. He moved her legs wider and buried his head inside her pussy. Her moans were high and higher.

Her hands were pushing his head hard and shouting and moaning. He was licking her pussy, and her fingers moved onto her nipples. She was pressing her nipples hard and moaning like your mother fucker, ass hole. Her moans become dirty and louder.

She folded her one leg, and I could not see my hubby through the spy cam. I was not happy and my blood started to boil like 1000 degrees. I started to feel bad watching pussy licking of other women by hubby.

Ankita started to say, “Enough of licking! I am carving for sex, baby.” (Chalu, Inka nanu denga ra lanja kokada)

He stopped licking her pussy and started to kiss his waist, and reached her boobs. His face is wet, and Ankita holds his dick with huge lust in her eyes. I understand what Ankita wants from my husband. I got angry and felt bad. She is dirty and does not feel shy.

He down the dick skin and said, can I suck your dick with a very seductive voice ( modda cheekida) Fuck! It’s out of the syllabus for me, and I can’t imagine Ankita’s behavior. She was talking very desi language, and my hubby was on high.

Ankita is rubbing his dick, and slowly she starts to bite her lips. His dick was raising, and she touched his nipples intentionally. Hubby held her hair hard while she was massaging hubby’s chest nipple with her nipples. I can see he is pulling her hair hard with aggression on his face.

Then, this slut started to lick his chest nipples and bit it hard. After that, she went down and took his dick inside her mouth. She is making moans and taking her tongue out and licking dick like choco bar ice cream. Later my hubby held her hair and thrust his dick inside her mouth.

I can’t see her eyes, but she is enjoying it. And all of a sudden, I hear my hubby’s voice, “I am ready to cum!” Hubby’s facial expressions have changed, and I know he cum inside her mouth. She took all the cum and changed her position to 69.

She literally sits on my hubby’s mouth and licks his dick. My hubby’s hands were on either side of her waist. He is pushing his head hard between her legs. Ankita started to moan aloud and stopped licking the dick. She started moving her ass back, and hubby was licking her pussy.

Then she moved her waist in the round and started to moan like, “Fuck, Fuck, son of bitch! Fuck my mom.” (Dengara, ni ammi ni Denga, dengu, na Amma dengu).

I was not sure if he was sucking her pussy or ass. But her moans were pure Desi, and hubby licked her for some time. Hubby took the condom, and without wasting any time, she moved into a missionary position and spread her legs wider.

He pushed his dick without wasting any time, and I logged out from spycam. I was crying and not feeling good. Honestly, it was not good to see a live sex episode, and I ruined my life. I encourage hubby, but I can’t stop my tears.

After 30 minutes, I decided to turn on the spy camera, and they both were fucking in women and top. Their desi conservation was next level and I felt shy to hear.

Ankita was saying like, “ Fuck me, my mom is slut, and I am slut. Fuck me in front of my mom, fuck.” ( Dengu, ma Amma ni kuda dengu, lanja family madhi, dengu ra).

Those moans were not comfortable, and I turned off the app with anger on my face. After an hour, I turned on, and they were sleeping nude on the bed. After two hours, I turned on the app. This time, they both were in doggy positions. I switched off and uninstalled the app.

At 4 pm, I called my hubby, and by that time, Ankita had left home. I reached home, removed the spy camera, and burnt the memory card inside the camera. I was very angry, and I shouldn’t have encouraged my hubby for this adventure. I lost feelings for my hubby and sex. We stopped talking for close to 7 months.

I was away for sex for 7 months. It’s my mistake, and thankfully my hubby is a nice person and didn’t leave me. After a year, we left Bangalore and shifted to Chennai and things got settled after that. But it’s a lesson learnt for me.

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Hi everyone, this is a real ongoing experience that I had with my mother. In this part, I shall be telling about how our incest started.

My name is Jazz (nickname). At that time, I was 20 years old. I am 5’11 feet tall with an athletic build, good lean muscles, and a six-inch dick with pretty good width. I had been studying in Delhi for my bachelors. I come from a rich background, so my parents rented me a private apartment in a decent part of Delhi. I would bring in girls for night outs almost every weekend. I had always been very horny since my teenage and would indulge in fetishes and hardcore sex.

My family lives near Gurugram. My dad works in a MNC at a senior position and my mom left her job recently and was a homemaker then. My dad would tour a lot due to the nature of his job and sometimes would even go on foreign tours which lasted for a week or so. Overall, life had been going pretty smoothly until now.

My mom Ritu (nickname) was 45 at that time. She was about 5’5 feet tall. Her skin was kind of like milk-colored. She had the right curves like a proper woman should have. Her boobs were mid-sized. Her belly was almost flat and she had a big ass that got to be spanked. She had great smooth legs with the sexiest feet I have seen. I have always been an admirer of her body. Every day, I used to fantasize about fucking her hard and bad.

When I moved to my personal apartment, mom used to spend some days at my place usually on weekends or when dad was out on a trip. On whichsoever weekend she wouldn’t be coming, I would usually go out clubbing and end up fucking a girl at my place. Mom always used to tell me that she was coming to my apartment beforehand.

One Friday night, I was at my place fucking a milf which I met on a dating app and had invited for movie night at my place. We were all naked and sweaty when we were making out like crazy in the living area on the couch. She was moaning way too loud and I was pumping my dick hard from behind. It was around 10 pm at that time that the main door of the apartment swung open and here we were in doggy position fucking like maniacs. I was stunned at that time to see my mom at the front door! I couldn’t even move.

That lady I was with, got up and ran to the bedroom to collect her clothes and stuff. I was there in front of my mom naked and shaking. I came back to my senses and quickly put on my underwear. My mom hadn’t spoken a thing yet. At first, she had both hands covering her mouth, but then she had a kinky smile on her face. Mom came forward and sat on the couch. The lady left in a few minutes without uttering a thing. Mom got up and locked the door. I was still in my underwear with a fully hard dick.

Mom came forward and asked me to sit. She let out a big laugh and said, “That was a big surprise. I didn’t know my son had become a man already.”

She sounded more pleased than angry. This was such a relief and I became easy and sat near her. She had a different spark in her eyes and a naughty smile on her face. Mom asked me who the lady was and told her I met her on a dating app and set out a movie date here.

She asked me, “Don’t you think she’s kind of old to be dating you?” To which I replied, “Mom, I like mature ladies. They just do it better for me.”

She asked me, “Better what?”

I replied, “Better sex.”

Mom smirked and asked me to clean the mess and play something on TV. I obeyed like a good boy.

After a while, she told me she was going to stay with me for a whole week, till next Sunday. To which I had mixed emotions, I couldn’t fuck anyone at my place now. But I was getting some taboo thoughts which I was trying to fight with. But then, mom asked me to rub her feet. Here is the thing guys. My mom has an absolute beauty of feet pair. She always gets pedicures and keeps them sexy.

I obeyed and removed her sandals and started admiring those feet with my hands. Mom kind of knew that I loved her feet. I didn’t know she would take advantage of this. I got a hard-on again. I was still in boxer and my tent was at its peak. Mom was side-eyeing while pretending to watch TV. She suddenly moved her feet and touched my rock-hard cock. She gasped and asked me what was that. I couldn’t but admit, “Mom, I just love your feet, I don’t know what they do to me, I can’t help it.”

Mom smiled and put her feet on my face, teased my lips with her toes, and said, “Why don’t you show me then?”

I became crazy at the moment. I couldn’t believe it was happening, but on my own, my hands worked and held her feet to my mouth and I started licking her soles and toes. They had a musky scent and salty flavor. I became a mad dog. I cleaned her soles and even in between her toes with my tongue. My mom was loving it. She was constantly moaning and saying how much she loved it.

I had lost my senses now and so had my mother. We were in complete euphoria. I started kissing her legs and removed her trousers. Then I ripped her shirt apart and she was loving it. She was lying in front of me in just a bra and panty now. She herself removed her bra and pounced on her boobs and sucked them like a baby searching for milk.

We kissed and locked our tongues. I went down kissing her neck, boobs, and belly, and finally reached her panties. I held the side of the panty with my teeth and dragged it down. She kicked me with her feet on my chest and got up and slid my boxer down to let my cock breathe. She went down on her knees and said, “That is mom’s dick.”

I couldn’t believe she would be so nasty, but I was totally in love. She started sucking my dick like a pro. I held her hair and guided her head movements. That was the best blowjob I ever got. I cummed a lot and she swallowed almost all of it and the rest was out on her lovely face. She then went to the washroom and cleaned herself. I quickly went to the bedroom to get a condom pack.

When I came back, she was already in the living room, lying on the couch naked, and said, “Madarchod chodega nahi mujhe?”

Hearing this, in a few seconds, my dick was back to rock-hard mode. I replied by opening a condom package, “Apko chodne k liye hi to condom laya hoon.”

I wore a condom and jumped on her. We played some item song on the TV and I was eating her pussy and asshole. I ate my mom’s pussy for like 10 minutes after which she was begging me to fuck her. She was crying, “Please chod de mujhe Jazz.”

I kept teasing her by slapping her pussy with my dick. Out of nowhere, she grabbed my dick like a butcher and guided it into her hole. I started slamming her pussy nice and slow at first. Then we started increasing the pace. The whole apartment was filled with the noise of our bodies hitting against each other with item song at the back. What a nasty scene it was! She placed her feet on my chest and rubbed them, while I was fucking the shit out of her pussy.

Then we switched to doggy after 10-15 minutes. I held her hair and started fucking her hard. She was moaning like a bitch. The couch was shaking as well. I had never fucked so hard before this time. I was completely in a loop and fucking her insanely. She was crying with pleasure.

I kept ramming her ass for like another 15 minutes after which we came together. We were exhausted after this intense round. We ordered some food. It was almost 12 am already.

We were still naked when the food arrived. I quickly put on a tee and shorts and grabbed food. After eating, we were in the bedroom naked. We had no plan of sleeping yet. I had been eating my food from her feet and her pussy. This had led to extreme fire again between us.

In the upcoming parts, I shall narrate what happened in the days to come. Thank you for the read.

Hello readers, I am Rohit. This is an exciting fictional story of a woman named Emy, who is 36 years old. She has a son named Jake and a husband named John, who is away most of the time due to work. Emy has a lot of money and lives a posh life in a luxury condo gifted to her by her husband. Her son is more like a sluggish person and prefers to stay with his mother most of the time.

Emy is a possessive and control freak by nature, and hence, her husband and son agree to all her demands to keep her happy. Most of her husband’s financial holdings are registered in her name, and she is the one who makes the financial decisions on what to buy or sell.

Emy is a sexual predator, but her needs and desires are not met as her husband is away most of the time. She makes her son, Jake, do all the housework. He also gives massages to his mother and helps her take a bath. But still, Emy decided to maintain some sexual boundaries between them. This means that Jake hasn’t even seen her naked body or been close to her sexually.

But Jake had desperate sexual feelings towards his mother. He has a habit of sniffing his mother’s undergarments while he does the laundry. He masturbated to the pictures of his mother. He consumes a lot of porn; most of them are cuckold videos. He believes that his mother is not aware of his adventures. But things took a turn on his 19th birthday.

Emy confronted Jake; she told him that she was completely aware of the fact that he had been masturbating on her used pants. She let him know that she had gone through his browser history and so many cuckold videos.

Jake asked for forgiveness. Finally, she brought up a demand. She showed him a new chastity cage made out of steel that she had just ordered online as a gift for his birthday. She said, “I am sure that you know what this is. Now, let me put this on your dick so that you don’t masturbate without my permission. Do you agree to go through this with full consent?”

Jake was excited and agreed immediately. Emy then asked her son to get naked, and he followed. Emy got surprised and laughed at the size of her son’s dick. She said, “Aww, that’s cute; your dick is even smaller than that of your father.” Hearing this, the micro-penis began to get erect.

She said, “So pathetic that you are feeling excited even when being humiliated by your own mother.” “Now tell me, my son, do you ever believe that any woman is going to have sex with such a small dick?”

Jake bowed his head, he still had an erection. He was enjoying the humiliation for some reason.

Emy: Now, to put the chastity cage on your dick, we need to let go of that erection.

Saying this, she gently grabbed his balls and rubbed them slowly, making circles. Suddenly, she launched a spank on his balls. He immediately fell to the ground as it was unexpected.

Seeing this, Emy began laughing out loud and said, “Come on baby, stand up for your sweet little caring mommy.”

Saying this, she grabbed his head and made him stand again. “This is what happens to the naughty boys who lust on their mothers,” she said.

She then decided to take a bath. She got naked for the first time in front of her son. Jake felt blood pumping to his penis and felt his dickey getting tight inside the cage. But all he could do was just dream about flourishing through her in lust.

Emy got inside the bathroom with Jake by her side. She slowly turned on the shower and began taking a bath. After her body was wet, she ordered Jake to soap her body up. Jake quickly swung into action and began applying soap to her body. During this, his cock was throbbing against the cage.

Emy noticed this and smiled. “Is my boy’s little penny trying to get hard? Aww, that’s so pathetic.”

“Continue to soap by body, dear son,” she ordered. He quickly complied with her. He lustily soaped her entire body and cleaned her by trying to not lust her body to prevent an erection.

After Emy was done with her bath, she ordered Jake to clean himself up and prepare her dinner quickly. He obeyed as commanded. In the meantime, she video-called her husband and informed him about the events that unfolded. She had captured the photos and videos of her locking her son up. She had sent them to his WhatsApp.

Emy spoke to her husband through the video call: “Your son is a sissy just like you are. He pathetically sniffs my pants, jerks to my photos and watches cuckold videos just like you. Like father, like son. He’s now locked in a sweet chastity cage just like you.”

Jake cooked the dinner and served it to her. He made some egg noodles and avocado juice. Emy was sitting at her dining table and started to have dinner. Jake was about to sit next to her when suddenly she stopped him and said, “Slaves eat their master’s leftovers, and that too, not at a table but on the floor beside their master’s feet.” “Go fetch me a cup of water and kneel beside me.”

After she was done eating, she ordered Jake to bring a tray from the kitchen, and he quickly complied. He placed the tray beside her feet. She then took the leftover food and dumped it into the tray and also poured the remaining juice into the tray. She then started to trample the food using her feet. She then ordered him to lick her feet clean. Without any hesitation, Jake followed her commands as he was enjoying these BDSM acts to the fullest.

Emy ensured to record all these events in her cameras that had been set across in various angles.

Jake ate all the food that was in the tray with great participation, just like an obedient dog. He then cleaned up the dishes and went to his mother. “Massage my feet,” Emy ordered. She was wearing a t-shirt and small cotton shorts. He gently started pressing her feet while desperately trying to avoid an erection. She had gathered all the footage on her laptop and was going through it in the meantime.

At around 10 o’clock, she decided to go to bed. Jake thought it was over, but then he noticed she grabbed some ropes and started to tie them against the poles of the bed. He understood what was about to happen. Emy made Jake lay on her bed and tied both his arms and legs securely and firmly. She went to her closet and pulled out her canes, lashes, and wooden paddle. Jack has seen them in BDSM porn videos.

She removed her shorts and her pants. She had some stains due to her arousal. She inserted her pants into her son’s mouth and whispered into his ears, “It’s going to be a long night, my dear pervert son. This is what dirty boys like you deserve for lusting their mothers. Shall we start with your consent?” Jake nodded in agreement.

She used all the stuff on her son. She then removed her pants from his mouth and asked, “How does your sweet mommy taste, my dear sissy son. Lovely?”

Jake said it was good.

She then untied Jake and ordered him to serve her some water and go sleep on the kitchen floor. He brought her the wish she asked for. Emy and Jake then slept.

End of Part 1.

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Hi, I’m Rahul, 24 years old, muscular, and above average looking from Kolkata. The heroine of the story is Deblina (name changed, obviously).

This real story happened on March 6, 2024. Dune 2 was released in India on March 1. But I went to see that movie on March 6 as I was busy with my college work. On that day, one of my afternoon classes was cancelled, so I was free.

The Dune 2 afternoon show was starting at 3:25 PM. I checked tickets on BookMyShow. The whole theatre was almost empty. I thought I would go and buy tickets directly from Cinepolis in Acropolis Mall to avoid extra charges from BookMyShow.

I reached there in the next 20 minutes. It was almost 3:25 PM. I checked the seats in the app again. There were a lot of empty seats in the top row only. I observed that there was only one seat booked in the last corner. So I left one seat from the corner seat and booked the third seat from the corner.

I paid for the tickets and went inside the auditorium. When I approached my seat in the last row, I observed that a girl was sitting alone in the corner seat. I was surprised. I knew that the seat beside hers was empty. I went and sat beside her.

She looked to be around 24-26 years old. She had curly hair and a buff cut. She was wearing a sleeveless dress. By the time I settled into my seat, the movie had already started, so I didn’t have any time to talk with her. She was enjoying the movie.

After some time, there was an interval break. I went out for popcorn and came back with popcorn in my hand. At this time, I gathered some courage and offered some popcorn to her. She politely said no, but I kept insisting, and she took some. After that, we started talking.

I introduced myself, and she shared a little bit about herself. Then I asked why she came alone. She told me that she had a boyfriend who was an MD student. He ditched her at the last moment, so she came to the movie alone in anger.

They had booked a corner seat for themselves, and she cancelled one seat and sat in another. Now, the second half started. I accidentally touched her hand while resting my hand on the aisle (the single handrest between us).

I said sorry, and she told me there was nothing to worry about. I could keep my hand on the same aisle. So, I also kept my hand there. After some time, I started holding her hand and didn’t say anything. Now, we were both holding hands. After 10 minutes, I took her hand in my left hand and put my right hand on her shoulder. Still, she didn’t say anything and leaned on me. Now we were like a couple watching a movie.

Then, a scene came where the hero Timothée kissed the heroine Zendaya. At that moment, I looked at her, and she looked at me. I leaned toward her, and we kissed on the lips. We broke the kiss and suddenly looked around to see if someone was watching us.

As everyone was busy watching the movie, I kissed her again, and we kept kissing multiple times. Now we were in the mood, and she kept her hands on my pants. I anticipated what was going to happen next. She started rubbing over my pants.

After some time, she opened my pants zipper and took my dick in her left hand. She started playing with it slowly. Now, I started pressing her soft breasts with my right hand. We also started kissing slowly. It went on for 15-20 minutes. We didn’t care who was seeing us or not.

We were just in our world. Suddenly, the lights turned on, and we realized that the movie had ended. We corrected our clothes. We looked into each other’s eyes, and we both knew that we wanted more. We sat holding each other’s hands until everyone left.

Then we started kissing again, and after 5 minutes, a cleaner came to clean the auditorium and saw us. So we got up and came out of the auditorium. We were holding each other’s hands and walking into Acropolis Mall without saying a word.

At one point, she looked at me and said, “Let’s go to Rabindra Sarovar.” I just nodded my head. She told me she came on a scooty, and it was in the basement parking. We got inside a lift. The lift was crowded on the 3rd floor. I pulled her back toward me, where my dick could clearly rub against her ass.

She turned back and gave me a naughty smile. After reaching the ground floor, the lift was empty. I turned her and started kissing her; we both kissed like wild animals. Once we reached the basement, we went toward her scooty and left for Rabindra Sarovar.

It was around 7 PM when we entered Rabindra Sarovar. For those who are not from Bengal, Rabindra Sarovar is a famous lovers’ spot. Here, you can do all types of activities with your partner. It was already dark when we went inside.

When entering from the Ramakrishna Mission Institute side, on the left, you will find several sitting spots with umbrella-type overhead structures. We went there. There was a couple who were already making out.

As soon as we arrived, Deblina sat on her knees and took my dick in her mouth. She started stroking it slowly. I sat on the bench and was slowly enjoying it. There was no one around, just two couples making out. After 10 minutes, she stood up, and I was ready to ride her.

I asked the guy from the other couple if they had an extra condom. Luckily, they did and gave it to us with a smile. She opened the condom using her teeth and put it on my dick. I made her sit on the bench and lifted her to keep her on my shoulders.

I removed her panties with my hand and smelled them. She was already so wet. I already had my fingers in her pussy, and kept fingering her. She was moaning softly and slowly. At the same time, we were kissing, and I was fingering her while she was playing with my dick.

Now it was time to insert my dick into her pussy. We were in a tabletop position already. I slowly inserted my dick inside her, and she started pulling my hair. I kissed her and started slowly increasing the speed. She started liking it and began kissing me wildly.

We were in this position for 5-7 minutes. Then she made me sit on the bench, and she came on me. We were in the Chairman position now. She was dominating me and riding my dick like a wild animal. She was kissing and biting my lips so badly.

We were in this position for a long time. The couple on the other side also started copying our position. Now I got up and pushed her onto the bench backwards and started to insert from behind. Now, we were in a standing doggy position.

I went very wild and started fucking her very hard. For a minute, the other couple stopped and started watching us. Her moans made me go crazy, and I fucked her very hard. We were in this position for a long time. After this position, she went on her knees again and started stroking.

After a few minutes, I finally came into her mouth. She got up and gave me a long kiss. We looked into each other’s eyes, smiled, and started kissing again. It was around 8 PM, and we cleaned each other and put on our clothes. The other couple was already done and was enjoying our show.

After we dressed, the other guy came to me and asked if we were interested in a foursome. We said okay and exchanged numbers. Later, we left Rabindra Sarovar. She dropped me off at my room, gave me a last kiss, pulled me near her, and thanked me for the day. Then she left. We are still in touch.

This was my story. If any girls or women in Kolkata are interested in having fun safely and anonymously, you can ping me on my email ID: [email protected]. Thanks for reading.

Mummy – Beta, tu fir se shuru ho gaya. Maine ek bar aapne dudh chhune ke liye haa bol diya. To ab kya tu bar bar yahi chhuta rahega.

Main – To kya hua, mummy? Bachpan mein bhi to main inse aise hi let kar khelta tha.

Mummy – Tab tu baccha tha beta. Ab tu itna bada dheengda ho gaya hai. Aur ab bhi tu inse khelna chahta hai.

Main – Mummy, main chahe jitna bada ho jau. Rahunga to aapka beta hi. Waise aaj dopher mein aapke dudh ke chu ke mujhe bahut aacha lag raha tha. Isiliye fir se chune ka mann kar raha hai.

Aapni baat puri karte hi maine mummy ke dudh maxi ke upar se pakad liye. Main bade pyaar se unke dudh ko dabane laga. Mummy mujhe dekh rahi thi. Main unke dudh ko masle ja raha tha. Main bar bar mummy ke dudh ki ghundiyo ko ched raha tha.

Mummy aapna muh dusri side karke aapne honton ko aapne muh mein daba rahi thi. Abhi 2-3 minute hi hue the ki tabhi mummy bol padi.

Mummy – Ab bas bhi kar beta kitna mera dudh ke sath khelaga.

Main – Mummy, inhe chu ke bahut aacha lagta hai. Isiliye mere dost kehte hai ki aurto ke dudh se khelna bahut kismat wale mardo ko milta hai.

Mummy – Beta, main teri maa hu. Aur tu aapni biwi ke nahi, balki aapne maa ke dudh se khel raha hai. Main jaldi hi teri shaadi kar dungi. Tab aapni biwi ke dudh se khelna.

Main – Mummy, ek baat kahu.

Mummy – Hmm hmmm.

Main – Mummy, aap ne mujhe 3 ladkiya dikhayi. Sach kahu to mujhe teeno mein se ek bhi ladki achi nahi lagi.

Mummy – Aisa kyu keh raha beta? Teeno ladkiya sahi thi. Gori bhi thi.

Main – Mummy, mujhe kale gore se jayada farak nahi padta hai.

Mummy – Beta, to tujhe kaise ladki pasand hai.

Main – Mummy, ab jo ladki aap dekhna. Woh bhale gori naa ho. Magar woh thodi bhare badan wali ho. Bilkul aap ke jaise. Mujhe patli ladkiya bilkul pasand nahi hai.

Mummy aapni tareef sunke sharmane lagi. Maine fir se unke dudh daba diye. Meri is harkat par mummy ne aapne mathe par haath mara. Aur boli.

Mummy – Hey bagwan, kya karu main tera? Mera beta bilkul pagal ho gaya hai.

Mummy ki baat sunke main muskurane laga. Aur fir 2-4 bar mummy ke dudh dabane ke baad mummy boli.

Mummy – Chal beta ab main chalti hu. Tu bhi so ja. Subha dukaan par bhi jana hai.

Main – Theek hai mummy. Magar aap panty to de jao.

Mummy – Beta, agar tu roj roj aise karega. To tujhe kamjori aa jayegi.

Main – Mummy, roj roj kaha karta hu. 2-3 din mein ek bar karta hu. Aur agar aaj nahi kara. To ye raat mein khud nikal jayega. Mummy ye dekho kacche mein kitna tight ho gaya hai.

Mummy mere kacche ko dekhne lagi. Aur fir unhone aapni maxi uthayi. Main mummy ki maasal jangho ko dekhne laga. Mujhe mummy ki pehni hui panty ka thoda sa hissa dikha. Magar kya batau dosto. Mummy ke upar v shape panty bahut aachi lag rahi thi.

Mummy ne ek jhatke mein aapni panty utar ke mujhe de di. Maine turant mummy ki panty unke samne hi unke chut wale hisse ko dekhne laga. Mummy mujhe aisa karta dekh rahi thi. Magar ab hamare beech kafi kuch badal chuka tha.

Isiliye woh mujhe kuch keh nahi rahi thi. Aur jaise hi maine mummy ki panty ka chut wala hissa dekha. To woh aaj pehle ke muqable jayada geela tha. Mummy ki panty dekhte hi main mummy ko dekhar smile karne laga.

Mummy ne sharam ke karan aapna chera neeche kar liya. Mummy ka chera sharam se laal ho gaya tha. Aur fir main bola.

Main – Mummy, lagta hai aaj papa aapko is panty mein dekhkar jayada hi khus ho gaye honge. Tabhi aaj unhone aapko jeebhar ke pyaar kiya hai.

Meri baat sunte hi mummy mujhe dekhne lagi. Kyuki aaj main unki dhukti rag ko ched raha tha. Kyuki main janta tha. Papa mummy ki chudai naa ke brabar karte hai. Aur agar karte bhi hai. To unki tasalli nahi kara pate hai.

Rahul bhaiya ne aaj mujhe mummy ki dhukti rag chedne ko kaha tha. Kyuki ab mummy mere sath kafi khul gayi thi. Main itna aage badh gaya tha ki ab sahi time tha. Mummy ke dard ke bare mein baat karne ka, taaki mummy mujhse aur jayada khul jaye.

Aur aaj raat main usi ki shurwat kar raha tha. Mummy mujhe dekhe ja rahi thi. Fir main bola.

Main – Mummy, aap aise kya dekh rahe ho? Main sach hi to bol raha hu. Aap to shaadi shuda ho. Papa to aapko roj pyaar karte honge. Tabhi to aapki panty ander se aise geeli rehti hai.

Mummy – Beta, ye tere papa aur mere beech ki baat hai. Tujhe usmein padne ki jarurat nahi hai. Tu aapne kaam se kaam rakh.

Mummy ne ye baat thode gusse mein kahi thi. Kyuki aaj maine unki dhukti rag ko cheda tha. Mummy aapni baat bolke kamre mein se nikal gayi. Main wahi bed par beth gaya. Rahul bhaiya ne sahi kaha tha. Mummy ki baat aate hi woh thodi naraj ho jayengi.

Aur hua bhi waisa hi, mummy thodi gusse mein nikal gayi. Aur fir main bhi mummy panty chaat ke aur sungh ke let gaya. Aur fir agli subha main jaldi uth gaya. Mummy ke kamre mein aate hi main kamre ke bahar nikal gaya.

Aaj maine mummy se koi baat nahi ki thi. Aur fir jaldi se naha dhoke main dukaan ki chaabi leke dukaan chala gaya. Mummy tab chai bana rahi thi. Aaj maine dukaan jaldi khol di. Aur fir main dukaan par beth gaya. Rahul bhaiya ne mujhe bata diya tha.

Ki aaj kya kya baat karni hai. Main dukaan par aaram se betha hua tha. Aur tabhi sade 10 baje mummy dukaan par aa gayi. Mummy ke hath mein khane ka dabba tha. Aur dukaan par aate hi mummy mujhe dekhne lagi. Maine mummy ko ek bar dekha.

Aur fir aapni nazar ghuma li. Mujhe aise dekhkar mummy dukaan ke ander aa gayi. Aur ander aate hi woh boli.

Mummy – Tu aaj nasta karke kyu nahi aaya? Main tujhe awaaj bhi de rahi thi.

Main – Mujhe bhookh nahi thi. Isiliye jaldi dukaan par aa gaya.

Mummy – Chal le main nasta leke aayi hu. Yahi kha le.

Main – Mujhe bhookh nahi mummy. Ise rehne do.

Mummy – Ye kya hai beta? Tu drama kyu dikha raha hai?

Main – Main kaha drama dikha raha hu mummy? Kal raat aap hi mujhe suna ke gayi thi ki mujhe aapne kaam se kaam rakhna chahiye.

Mummy – Are beta woh kal raat gusse mein nikal gaya tha. Tu abhi tak naraj hai kya?

Main – Mummy, main aur aap itne time se khul ke baate kar rahe hai. Hum dono ek dusre ko samjhte hai. Isiliye kal raat aapki geeli panty dekhkar maine bol diya tha. Magar aap to choti si baat par gussa ho gaye.

Mummy – Beta, kuch baate patni patni ke beech ki hoti hai. Jo sabko nahi batayi jati hai.

Main – Mummy, ye baat main samjhta hu. Maine to aise hi puch liya tha. Magar jis tarah aapne mujhe jawab diya tha. Usse mujhe lagne laga hai ki aapke aur papa ke beech sab theek nahi hai. Aisa hai kya?

Mummy – Beta, tu woh sab chhod. Chal pehle nasta kar le.

Main – Mummy, aap hamesha meri pareshani ko samajhte ho. Aur hamesha meri madad bhi karte ho. Sach sach batao mummy. Kya papa aapko pyaar karte bhi ya nahi. Aapko mere sir ki kasam.

Mummy – Beta, ye kya hai? Tu bar bar mujhe aapni kasam kyu de deta hai?

Main – Mummy, aap aur main ek dusre ki jhooti kasam kabhi nahi kha sakte hai. Kyuki hum dono hi ek dusre se bahut pyaar karte hai. Isiliye jab aapko bhi mujhse kuch janna hota hai. To aap mujhe aapni kasam dete ho.

Ab sach sach batao mummy ki sach kya hai? Jiski wajah se main raat mein bhi sahi se so nahi paya hu. Kya papa aapko pyaar karte hai ya nahi?

Mummy – Karte hai beta. Magar umar ke sath sath pyaar kam hota jata hai.

Main – Mummy, pyaar se umar kya lena dena hai. Jab insan ko pyaar ki jarurat hai. Tab to use pyaar milna hi chahiye. Aur aapki umar itni bhi nahi hui hai ki aapko pyaar ki jarurat na ho. Sach to ye hai ki papa ko sirf darru peene ki padi rehti hai. Aur woh darru mein hi dube rehte hai.

Meri baat sunke mummy mujhe ghur ke dekhne lagi. Kyuki aaj main mummy ke adhuri iccha ki baat kar raha tha.

Main – Mummy, bhale hi meri shaadi nahi hui hai. Aur naa mere pass pyaar karne ke liye koi aurat hai. Magar main itna to janta hi hu ki jaise ek mard ko pyaar karne ke liye ek aurat ki jarurat hoti hai. Jisse woh aapni garmi nikal sake.

Waise hi ek aurat ko bhi ek mard ki jarurat hoti hai. Jisse woh sari jismani khushi hasil kar sake. Jisse usko khushi milti hai. Waise mummy sach sach batana. Papa aapko mahine mein kitni bar pyaar karte hai.

Mummy – Beta, ye kya hai? Tu is baat ko bhool kyu nahi jata?

Main – Mummy, maine aapko aapni kasam di hai. Aap sach sach batao.

Mummy – 1 ya 2 bar bas.

Main – Main janta tha mummy. Papa ko bas aapni darru ki chinta hai. Unhe aapki jara si bhi parwa nahi hai.

Mummy – Beta, chhod ye baate. Tu pehle nasta kar le. Subha se bhookha hai tu.

Mummy ki baat puri hote hi maine aapne gaal par khud ek jor se thappad mara. Aur jaise hi maine aisa kiya. Mummy chock gayi. Aur fir ek aur thappad dusre gaal par mara. Tabhi mummy ne mere hath ko pakad liya. Aur woh boli.

Mummy – Ye kya kar raha hai beta? Khud ko kyu marr raha hai?

Main – Mummy, laant hai mujhpe. Main roj aapse aapni pareshani ke bare baat karta hu. Aur aap meri madad bhi karte ho. Magar maine aaj tak aapse aapki pareshani nahi puchi kitna nalayak beta hu.

Mummy – Beta, aisa mat bol. Tu bahut aacha beta. Itni si umar mein sara ghar sambhalta hai. Mera aur aapne papa ka khayal rakhta hai. Meri itni parwa karta hai. Aisa mat bol beta aisa mat bol.

Main – Mummy, pehle hamare beech ye sab baate nahi hoti thi. Tab tak to ye sab theek tha. Magar ab to hum dono sari baate karte hai. Kam se kam ab to mujhe aapse puchna chahiye tha. Har roj aapki geeli panty dekhkar main sochta tha.

Ki papa aapse harr raat pyaar karke sote hai. Magar mujhe nahi malum tha ki aapko woh sukh mil hi nahi raha hai. Jo harr aurat ki jarurat hoti hai.

Mummy – Beta, ismein tu kya hi kar sakta hai?

Main – Mummy, kam se kam aapse khul ke baat karke aapka thoda dard to kam kar hi sakta tha. Magar mujhe to sirf aapne sukh ki padi thi. Maine aap par dhayan hi nahi diya.

Mummy – Beta, tu mere liye jitna karta hai. Woh hi bahut hai. Chal ab nasta kar le. Subha se bhookha hai tu.

Main – Mummy, aap bhi mere sath kha lo. Main janta hu aap ne bhi kuch nahi khaya hai.

Mummy mujhe dekhkar smile karne lagi. Aur fir hum dono ne nasta kar liya. Main mummy se normally baate karne laga. Aur beech beech mein majak bhi karne laga. Jisse mummy ka sara mood theek ho gaya.

Mummy se normal baate karne se unhe ye nahi lagta tha ki main hamesha sex ki baate hi karta hu. Aur normal baate karne se hum dono ke beech ka rishta aur jayada aacha ho raha tha. 1 baje tak hum dono baate karte rahe. Aur customer bhi dekhte rahe.

Fir mummy ghar chali gayi. Aur theek 2 baje main bhi ghar pauch gaya. Aur aaj bhi mummy blouse aur peticot mein thi. Aur fir ghar aake hum dono khana khane lage. Main aaj bhi sirf kacche mein mummy ke bed par leta tha.

Aur fir kuch der baad mummy bhi aa gayi. Aur woh bhi mere bagal mein let gayi. Mummy ke let te hi main unke khande par sir rakhkar let gaya. Mummy mere baal ko sehlane lagi. Jaise hi mummy mere baal sehlane lagi. Tabhi maine unke dudh par hath rakh diya.

Mummy ke dudh dabane aur sehlane laga. Aur fir mummy smile karte hue boli.

Mummy – Ye kya kar raha hai tu?

Main – Kya kar raha hu mummy? Aapke dudh se khel raha hu.

Mummy – Beta, ab to tu roj hi aisa karna laga hai.

Main – Kya karu mummy. Mujhe aapke dudh se khelna aacha lagta hai. Isiliye ab roj hath aapne aap aapke dudh par chala jata hai. Waise aapko koi dikkat to nahi hai.

Mummy – Tujhse kyu dikkat hogi? Tu mera beta hai?

Main – Mummy, aapse ek baat puchu. Aap kal ki tarah naraj to nahi hoge.

Mummy – Beta, kya ye baat tere papa aur mere bare mein hai?

Main – Ha mummy main kuch janna chahta hu.

Mummy – Beta, tu woh baat bhool kyu nahi jata?

Main – Mummy, baat aapki khushi se jhudi hai. Isiliye main bhool nahi pa raha hu. Aur isiliye main ye baat janna chahta hu. Please mummy.

Mummy meri baat ke bare mein sochne lagi. Main unke dudh ki ghundiyo ko masle ja raha tha. Aur fir 1-minute sochne ke baad mummy boli.

Mummy – Kya puchna chahta hai beta?

Main – Mummy, kya abhi bhi aapka mann karta hai ki aapko bhi wahi jismani sukh mile. Jo harr aurat ke liye jaruri hota hai. Sach sach batana mummy.

Mummy – Ha beta karta hai. Bhala aisi konsi aurat hogi. Jo is sukh ke liye tadapti naa ho.

Main – Mummy, to aap ye baat papa se kyu nahi kehte ho? Ki aapko bhi ye sukh chahiye. Aap to shaadi shuda ho. Aap to hak se ye baat bol sakte ho.

Mummy – Beta, jis samaj mein hum log rehte hai. Waha aurte khul ke ye baat kabhi nahi kehti hai. Warna aise aurat ko uska khud ka pati giri hui samjha hai. Aur waise bhi beta umar hone ke sath sath sab badal jata hai. Aur ye ghar ghar ki kahani hai.

Main – Mummy, aapki baat sunke lagta hai. Aapki aur meri halat ek jaise hai. Aap shaadi shuda hoke bhi tadap rahi ho. Main bina shaadi ke tadap raha hu. Mummy kya shaadi karne ke baad bhi aise hi rehna padta hai?

Mummy – Beta, shaadi ke kuch saal tak ye sab bahut jayada hota hai. Fir bacche hone ke baad sab kam hone lagta hai. Aur fir meri umar mein aate aate hai. Naa ke brabar hota hai.

Main – Mummy, isiliye aaj kal ke ladke ladkiya shaadi se pehle hi chudai ka bharpur maza le lete the.

Mummy mere muh se chudai shabd sunke mujhe dekhne lagi.

Main – Mummy, main sach keh raha hu. Yaha tak ki aap jis ladki se meri shaadi karoge. Woh bhi pehle se ye sab kar chuki hogi.

Mummy – Beta, saari ladkiya ek jaise nahi hoti hai.

Main – Mummy, aaj kal jayadatar ladkiya aise hi hai. Jaise hi unki chut se pani nikalne lagta hai. Woh kisi na kisi ko pakad ke aapni chut ki garmi shaant karwa leti hai. Isiliye jab aapki panty maine geeli dekhi.

Tab mujhe thoda andaza ho gaya tha ki aapko bhi woh sukh nahi milta hai. Jo harr aurat ko chahiye hota hai.

Mummy meri baat ke bare mein sochne lagi. Aur kamre mein ek dum sannata cha gaya. Thodi der hum dono shaant rahe. Fir mummy boli.

Mummy – Beta, main tujhse ek baat puchu. Sach sach batayega.

Main – Haa haa mummy puchu.

Mummy – Beta, jab main tujhe panty deti hu. Tab woh roj subha mujhe geeli milti hai. Kya tu meri panty mein woh sab karta hai?

Mujhe laga nahi tha ki mummy mujhse ye sawal puchengi. Magar unhone ye sawal puch ke mujhe ek aur mouka de diya tha.

Main – Are nahi nahi mummy woh to main chaaatt….

Main jaankar aapni baat puri karte karte ruk gaya. Jisse mummy samajh gayi ki main unki panty ko chaat ta hu. Aapni baat puri naa karte hue main neeche dekhne laga. Fir mummy ne mera chera upar kiya aur boli.

Mummy – Beta, tu meri panty ko chaat ta hai naa.

Main – Ha mummy aapko jo panty geeli milti hai. Use main chaat ke geela karta hu.

Mummy – Mujhe laga hi tha. Magar tujhse puchna sahi nahi lag raha tha. Isiliye main tujhse puch nahi rahi thi. Beta tu janta hai. Meri panty kitni gandi hoti hai. Main use pehen ke susu letrin jati hu. Meri din bhar ki susu usmein lagi hoti hai. Aur tu use hi chaat ta hai.

Main – Main kya karu mummy? Aapki panty se jo tej mehak aati hai. Use sunghkar mujhe kuch hosh hi nahi rehta hai. Pehle main sirf aapki panty ko sunghta tha. Magar fir mujhe aapki panty mein geelapan dikhne laga. Mummy maine kahi pada tha.

Aur mere dost bhi yahi kehte hai ki agar koi mard kisi aurat ki chut se nikla hua kaamras peeta hai. To use ander ek alag hi josh aa jata hai. Mere pass to koi aurat thi hi nahi, Isiliye jab maine aapki panty mein woh kaamras dekha. To main khud ko rok nahi paya.

Aur isiliye main aapki chut se nikla kaamras chaatne laga. Aur jab jab main aapki panty se woh kaamras chaat ta tha. To mujhe bahut aacha lagta tha.

Mummy meri baat sunke mujhe dekhne lagi. Mummy ko dekhkar lag raha tha ki woh ye baat pehle se janti thi. Magar woh ye baat mere muh se sunna chahti thi. Kuch der chup rehne ke baad mummy boli.

Mummy – Beta, magar meri panty bahut gandi hoti hai. Aur tu use chaat ta hai. Tu usse bimar pad sakta hai.

Main – Mummy, main kya karu? Jab maine aapki panty mein woh geelapan dekha. To mujhse raha nahi gaya. Aur isiliye maine use chaat liya. Waise mummy kya ye kaamras tabhi nikalta hai. Jab koi aurat ander se santusht nahi hoti hai.

Mummy meri baat sunke sochne lagi. Kyuki shayad woh ye janti thi ki ye baat main sidhe sidhe mummy ke liye bol raha tha.

Main – Batao na mummy. Kya ye baat sach hoti hai?

Mummy – Ha beta ye sach hai.

Main – Mummy, isiliye aapki bhi panty aapke kaamras se geeli rehti hai. Kyuki ab papa aapko ye sukh nahi dete hai.

Mummy – Beta, umar ke sath sath bahut kuch badal jata hai.

Main – Waise mummy aapse ek baat kahu. Agar aap bura na mano to.

Mummy – Hmm hmmm

Main – Mummy, aap kehte ho. Umar ke sath sab badal jata hai. Magar sach kahu. To maine ab bhi kai logo ko aapko ghurte dekha hai. Yaha tak ki jo aurte hamari dukaan par bra panty lene aati hai. Unki nazar bhi aapke bade bade dudh par hoti hai.

Aur unhe dekhkar ye saaf saaf pata chalta hai ki woh aapse jalti hai. Mummy aap sach mein bahut khoobsurat ho. Mujhe to kabhi kabhi ye lagta hai. Papa kitne kismat wale hai. Magar unhe to bas aapni darru ki padi rehti hai.

Aapni tareef sunke mummy ke chere par ek smile aa gayi. Aapni tareef harr aurat ko pasand hoti hai. Fir woh chahe kisi bhi umar ki ho.

Mummy – Beta, tu itna sab kuch dekhta hai dukaan par bethkar ki kon mujhe dekh raha hai. Aur kon mujhse jal raha hai.

Main – Mummy, ek aur sach baat kahu.

Mummy – Haa haa bol.

Main – Sach kahu mummy kabhi kabhi jab main bhi aapko kapde badalte hue dekhta hu. To mera bhi lund khada ho jata hai.

Aapni baat puri karte hi maine aapne gaal par hath rakh liya. Aur ye dekhkar mummy muskurane lagi.

Mummy – Ye kya kar raha hai tu?

Main – Mummy, mujhe laga. Ab mere thappad padne wala hai.

Mummy – Ab thappad marne se kya hoga beta? Ab to tu itni gandi baate bhi mujhse keh deta hai. Aur tera ye jab dekho to khada rehta hai.

Mummy neeche mere kacche ko dekhne lagi. Jaha mera lund kacche ke ander tambu banke khada tha.

Main – Mummy, aap mere lund ko ye ye karke kyu bolti ho? Jab aap aapni saheliya se aur aas pados ki aurte se baat karti hai. Tab aap log lund ko kya bolti hai?

Mummy – Beta, tu kya chahta hai? Main tere samne khul ke sab bola karu.

Main – Mummy, ab jab hamare beech baato ka koi parda nahi hai. Tab to aap khul ke bol hi sakte ho. Waise bhi hum dono ye baat kisi ke samne thodi karte hai. Waise mummy aap aur aapki saheliya lund ko kya bolti hai?

Mummy – Beta, tu kitna besharam ho gaya hai. Aapni maa se ye baate bulwana chahta hai.

Main – Mummy, ab to main bhi aapka dost hi hu. Batao naa mummy kya bolte ho?

Mummy – Hatiyaar aur lund hi bolte hai.

Mummy ke muh se hatiyaar aur lund sunke aisa laga. Jaise kisi ne kaano mein mishri ghol di ho.

Main – Mummy, ek baat sach sach bataoge.

Mummy – Hmm hmmm.

Main – Mummy, aap hamesha mere kacche ki taraf hi kyu dekhte ho?

Meri baat sunke mummy smile karne lagi.

Main – Batao naa mummy. Aap hamesha mere kacche ko kyu dekhte ho?

Mummy – Ab main kya hi kahu beta? Jab bhi tu mere samne aata hai. To tere kacche mein tera ye khada hi rehta hai. Aur tera kaccha tambu banke samne se utha hota hai. Isiliye naa chate hue bhi nazar wahi chali jati hai.

Main – Mummy, mera lund jo hamesha khada rehta hai. Kya ye aachi baat hai ya buri?

Mummy – Ismein kuch bhi bura nahi hai beta. Harr mard alag alag hota hai. Aur kisi kisi ke sath ye sab jayada hota hai.

Main – Mummy, kya koi aurat mere jaise ladke ko pasand karegi. Jiska lund hamesha khada rehta hai.

Mummy – Bilkul pasand karegi beta? Ek aurat ke nazariye se ye uske liye bahut aacha hai. Aisa mard bahut kam aurto ko milta hai. Jiska hathiyaar hamesha khada rehta hai.

Main – Mummy, ek bar mere lund ko dekhkar mera dost bola ki mera lund kafi lamba aur mota hai. Main jis aurat ke upar chadunga. Uski cheekhe nikalwa dega. Mummy kya woh sach bol raha tha?

Aapni baat puri karte hi maine aapne kacche se aapna lund bahar nikal liya. Aur kacche ke bahar aate hi mera khule supade wala mota lamba lund mummy ke samne khada ho gaya. Mere khade lund ko mummy tak taki lagaye ghurne lagi.

The lobby around the reception didn’t have any people. Since it was off-season for tourism, the place was as if it were in its world. I had just checked in after a long drive, and the warden out there opened the keys to my room.

It was a homestay in one of the remote places in the western ghats. I was a lone person staying there while the caretaker told me he would be unavailable for the rest of the day. He just informed me that there’s milk in the fridge, dosa batter, chutney, eggs and bread if needed.

I took a hot bath and changed before taking my bags from the car. I managed just to put my luggage off before it started raining again. I poured coffee into a cup and started to sip, lighting a cigarette.

As I was smoking, a car arrived inside the gate. A middle-aged man rolled down the window to ask me, “Got any rooms here?”

“Not sure, I’m a guest here. You need to ask the warden here.” I had to shout in order for him to hear in the rain.

He immediately turned to the other side and informed the other person before getting down. He got down and asked, “Where’s the warden?”

“He left around 15 minutes ago. Have you booked any room?”

“No, it wasn’t planned. I’m low on fuel, and it’s getting late. We needed to stay by.” He told me.

“He just left a while ago. I’m not sure if he’s available. If you want to get him now, you need to walk up over to him. I don’t think your car can drive until there.”

He took the umbrella from his car and moved towards that side before saying, “Let me just enquire.”

I saw him fading away into the rain. However, I had my coffee and cigarette to enjoy. As I had a couple of drags and turned towards the car, I noticed another person inside.

“Why don’t you come in?” I had to shout again.

“I don’t have an umbrella,” I heard a female voice from the car.

I placed my coffee mug on the veranda, opened the umbrella and walked towards the car.

A lady in her early 40s, dressed casually in shorts and a tank top with Crocs footwear, opened the door and got into my umbrella, saying, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

We soon got into the shelter of the home, and she introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Vandana.”

“I’m Sumit,” I responded.

She looked towards the cigarette I was smoking and asked me, “If you don’t mind, can I have a drag?”

I lent my cigarette to her. She had a deep drag and started speaking, “My hubby is always like that, careless in everything.”

“Why? What went wrong?” I asked her.

“See, we are stranded here, and there’s no fuel. Stay hasn’t been booked, I don’t know anything, I don’t know why he behaves so irresponsibly sometimes,” she told it all in a single breath.

“That’s okay, cool down now. You’re anyways got to a place now,” I tried confronting her with soothing words.

“Yeah, but I don’t know if it’s available or not.”

“Neither I. However, I don’t think any other guests are coming in as the caretaker here just left a while ago telling me he wouldn’t be available,” These words of mine made her exclaim, “Oh my God.”

While she was saying that, I just checked her. She had wavy hair that framed her face, highlighting her deep, soulful brown eyes. She wasn’t the type to stand out in a crowd, but her presence was captivating. However, she had her mannerisms of talking.

I asked her if she needed some coffee. She wondered, “If there’s any available?”

I welcomed her into the home and showed her through the kitchen and the fridge. She picked up milk, and with filter coffee decoction, it didn’t take her long to make a cup of coffee.

Making herself comfortable on the sofa, Vandana started speaking to me, “We are from Bangalore, and we just came out for a drive. But my husband miscalculated the fuel in the car. By the time he noticed it, we didn’t have enough to reach the fuel station. But we somehow managed to reach this place. I wasn’t sure if anybody would be here. Because in another place we went in looking in the map, there was nobody there.”

Vandana has a knack for talking continuously. However, I broke it by saying, “Yes, it’s off-season, you know. All the stays are closed. Even here, the service isn’t available. I am here to stay because this belongs to my friend.”

“Oh, that’s nice. You have got friends in nice places,” she had a wide smile while saying it.

“Yeah, it’s fortunate that my friend owns a property here,” I responded in a natural tone. Vandana looked piercing at me to say, “Who doesn’t like to befriend a handsome like you?”

“Oh, milf lady, what a perfect ice breaker to seduce someone,” I just thought but responded by saying, “Hmm, glad you like my company.”

“Hey, by the way,” she started, looking around to continue, “Can I have a shower? I have been travelling all day.”

“There you can,” I showed her through the washroom and guided her with the hot water, which I had discovered just a while ago. She thanked me, and I left.

She was done bathing. The sound of the rain outside was a perfect backdrop to the soft hum of the water heater. Vandana opened the door just ajar and called out, “Sumit, can you please hand me a towel?”

I quickly fetched a towel from the linen closet and handed it to her through the small gap in the door. She took it with a playful smile and a soft “Thank you.”

A few moments later, Vandana stepped out, her body wrapped in the towel, water droplets still glistening on her skin. She moved with an easy grace, her confidence evident in every step.

She walked over to where I was sitting and, with a flirtatious tilt of her head, asked, “Would you mind helping me get my bags from the car?”

I nodded, feeling a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. As I stood up to head towards the door, she made no move to tighten her towel. Instead, she let it slip just a bit, enough to reveal the curve of her shoulders and the top of her breasts. It was a calculated move, one that didn’t go unnoticed.

I stepped out into the rain, retrieved her bags, and brought them back inside. Vandana was waiting in the living room, her towel still barely holding on. She took the bags from me, her fingers brushing against mine, sending a spark through my body.

“Thank you, Sumit,” she said softly, her voice dripping with seduction. Without much hesitation but as if there was no other way, Vandana let the towel fall. She stood there, completely naked, her skin glowing in the soft light of the room. She didn’t rush to cover herself.

Instead, she bent down slowly to search her bag, giving me ample time to explore every inch of her body with my eyes. After what felt like an eternity, she pulled out a piece of lingerie. It was a sheer, black negligee that left little to the imagination. Vandana slipped it on, the fabric clinging to her damp skin.

The top was transparent, offering a tantalizing view of her breasts. The rest flowed down her body, ending just above her thighs. She also pulled out a light coat, which she draped over her shoulders but didn’t bother to close.

She turned to face me, her eyes locking onto mine. “How do I look?” she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

Though I’ve been with MILFs earlier, I was amazed by the quickness with Vandana.

“Stunning,” I said with my voice thick with desire.

Vandana took a step closer, closing the distance between us. “You know, Sumit,” she began, her fingers trailing down my chest, “I’ve always believed in seizing the moment. And right now, I want to make the most of this unexpected situation.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with promise. The rain outside continued to pour, but inside, the atmosphere was electric. The night was beginning, and I knew it would be one filled with shared seduction and ecstasy.

Vandana’s fingers traced a path down my chest, sending shivers through my body. She pressed herself against me, her breath warm on my neck. “What do you say, Sumit?” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.

I took a deep breath, “I say we make the most of it,” I replied, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.

She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”

Vandana took my hand and led me to the couch. She pushed me down gently, her touch firm yet tender. She straddled me, her negligee riding up her thighs, her eyes never leaving mine. “Let’s start with something simple,” she murmured, her fingers working on the buttons of my shirt.

I watched, entranced, as she undressed me with practised ease. Her hands were soft but insistent, her touch setting my skin on fire. When she had my shirt open, she ran her hands over my chest, exploring the contours of my muscles. “You have a nice body, Sumit,” she said appreciatively.

“So do you,” I replied, my hands finding her hips, pulling her closer and feeling her 38D boobs.

She leaned in, her lips finding mine. The kiss was slow, sensual, a perfect blend of passion and tenderness. As our tongues danced together, I felt her grind against me, her heat seeping through the thin fabric of her lingerie.

Vandana broke the kiss, her eyes dark with desire. “I want you. I want your heat in this rain,” she said.

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I stood, lifting her in my arms, and carried her to the bedroom. The rain outside continued to pour, the sound a soothing backdrop to the rising tension inside.

I laid her down on the bed, taking a moment to admire her. She was beautiful, her body a work of art. I kissed her again, my hands roaming over her curves, exploring every inch of her. She responded eagerly, her hands pulling me closer, her body arching into mine.

Our clothes soon lay discarded on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Vandana’s hands roamed over my body, her touch driving me wild. I kissed my way down her neck her chest, savouring the taste of her skin. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me on.

I took my time, teasing her with my lips and tongue, drawing out her pleasure. When I finally entered her, it was with a sense of inevitability, as if this was where we were always meant to end up. She gasped, her body tensing, then relaxing as she adjusted to me.

We moved together in perfect harmony, our bodies in sync, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge. Vandana’s moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that drove me wild. I could feel her getting closer, her body trembling beneath me.

“Sumit,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back, “I’m close.”

“Me too,” I managed to say, my release building.

With a final, powerful thrust, we both found our release, our bodies shuddering in ecstasy. I collapsed beside her, both of us panting, our bodies slick with sweat.

Vandana turned to me, a satisfied smile on her lips. “That was incredible,” she said, her voice a contented sigh.

“It was,” I agreed, pulling her close. “And the night is still young.”

She laughed softly, snuggling into my arms. “I like the way you think, Sumit.”

As I just came back from the restroom, I saw Vandana fully dressed. We could see her hubby Ramesh coming towards the cottage from a distance.

Ramesh came in, folding down the umbrella and looked towards Vandana to say, “No one is there. I looked around, waited and shouted if there was someone, but no response.”

Vandana said, “Oh, it’s hard to hear during this rain, I guess, isn’t it Sumit?” She turned towards me with a mischievous smile. “And by the way, he’s Ramesh, my loving husband.”

“Hello, Ramesh. Nice meeting you,” I gestured to him.

“Sorry I couldn’t find anyone out there, and I’m glad you engaged my wife in my absence. It would have been hard if she was lonely.”

“Oh, don’t mention that. It was a pleasure to me to host her as much as hers, I believe, isn’t it, mistress? I asked Vandana.

“Oh yes, Sumit is a genuine gentleman, you know. A real hot Bull.” Her second sentence made me turn towards her and notice her face while she was saying that. She has a perfectly lusty face.

He turned towards me, “Oh, so she already got to taste you? I never thought she would do that today. She was pissed off today.”

“Yes, man, I was pissed off with you. That’s why I happily embraced the right Bull Sumit,” Vandana said to his face mercilessly.

“I didn’t wash my pussy, particularly for that purpose. You need to taste his cum down here.” She lifted her maxi, and she was all nude down there. Her clean, shaved pussy had a cream pie with my cum in between.

As her hubby bent down, she pushed his head towards her pussy, and as he licked started murmuring, “Yeah, lick it, lick it, my cucky, you deserve it.”

As he continued licking, she called me in and took off my pants to get access to my dick. She started sucking it with utmost vigour. All the while, she moaned her aahs and oohs while she humiliated her cuckold hubby.

After finishing a round in there, she immediately made sure that her hubby cleaned up her pussy. I went outside for a smoke. This time, I lit up a roll of weed. She came out by the smell to say, “Hey, wow, that’s a bonus, please gimme a drag, gimme a drag.”

She started jumping while her boobs jumped in sync. We smoked along, sharing the roll, kissing to exchange smoke through our mouths. And later, she wanted to taste my dick along with the smoke. She started the blowjob accordingly.

It was raining outside. In the verandah, this MILF was blowing me out while her hubby was watching us holding his tiny dick. It didn’t need any more hotness to be added. I pulled her out into the rain and started to bang her in the doggy style.

This nymph was, however needed a few more positions in the rain. I called upon her hubby and asked him to bend down so that she could rest her leg over him.

By 3 am, she was so tired that she made her hubby hold her legs wide so that I could fuck her pussy well. She was sexually so high that she got fucked until she started snoring while I was fucking her.

The next morning, she woke me up with a blowjob. Soon after, she started riding me while I was still in bed.

After an active night, it took me a good 45 minutes to cum inside her pussy in the morning.

Vandana, while still embracing my dick, enjoyed the pulse for a couple of minutes. Then she turned around, and as an obedient cuckold hubby, he was waiting to lick her clean.

We later parted after having another session in the shower and then inside the room again.

Hope you like this experience of mine. If you’ve enjoyed this, you can thank me at [email protected].

Ab aage:-

Reshmi aur main thakaan ke kaaran chipak ke so rahe the. Main Reshmi ko subha hote hi bola ki ab tum mere sath chal rahi ho, aur meri wife ban ke rahogi.

Reshmi bilkul bhi taiyaar nahi thi mere sath jaane ke liye. Par usko majbooran mere sath mere ghar aana pada. Waha hum dono mask pehan ke video sex karte, aur live chudai karne lage. Par aisa sirf 3-4 din hi chala. Fir maine Reshmi ko ek red colour ki saree di, aur bola ki-

Main: Hum dono kal shaadi kar rahe hai, aur tum shaadi ke liye kal raat tak taiyaar rehna.

Reshmi haa kar di. Maine use aage kaha-

Main: Bilkul dulhan ki tarah lagni chahiye tum. Nahi to mujhe bura lag jayega.

Doosre din subha Reshmi mere liye daal-chawal bana ke ghar se parlor chali gayi, aur taiyaar ho kar aayi. Hatho mein mehandi, laal saree, aur hatho mein choodiyan, sath laal bindi aur laal lipstick.

Reshmi bilkul dulhan ban ke aayi thi. Uska gora jism aur dulhan ka roop dekh ke mera lund kaafi bada ho chuka tha.

Maine ek mombatti jalayi, aur Reshmi ko pakad ke mombatti ke 7 fere le liye, aur Reshmi se bola-

Main: Chalo, shaadi ho gayi hamari.

Reshmi ki shaadi aise hogi, wo kabhi sochi nahi thi. Usne kya-kya sapne dekhe the, aur ho kya raha tha ab uske sath. Main fir Rashmi ko apni godi mein utha ke bedroom mein le gaya, aur uski red lipstick ko chaat-chaat ke saaf kiya. Fir maine uski saree kholi. Sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thi wo.

Maine usko ek face mask pehnaya, aur aankhon mein patti baandh di. Main khud gayab ho gaya apni shakti se, aur live video shuru kiya uski hi social network site mein.

Live video mein sirf Reshmi dikh rahi thi, aur main gayab ho kar Reshmi ki nabhi ko kiss karne laga, aur fir Reshmi se kaha ki apna blouse kholo.

To usne ek-ek button kholna shuru kiya. Reshmi ko ye nahi pata tha ki main gayab tha, aur uski live video chal rahi thi. Live video mein bahut log aa chuke the. Reshmi ab sirf ek white bra aur petticoat mein thi. Maine uske peeche se uski bra bhi khol ke neeche gira di. Ab Reshmi upar se bilkul nangi thi, aur live video mein bahut saare comments the.

Fir uske petticoat ka naada bhi khol ke petticoat bhi alag kiya, aur usne panty nahi pehni thi. Reshmi poore mood mein thi chudai ke iska matlab. Reshmi ab poori nangi live video mein khadi thi, aur main usko kiss karne laga. Uske chut ko apni jeebh se chaatne laga.

Usne ek hath se mera sar dabaya, aur doosre se apne boobs masalne lagi. Reshmi ki suhagraat thi. Par live video mein. Reshmi ko maine ek dildo diya, aur uski chut mein laga diya. Sath hi wo dildo vibration bhi karne laga. Ye dekh live video waale ne comment kiya ki hum logon ka lund lelo, dildo se kya hoga?

Fir maine ek side mein jaa kar Reshmi se kaha: Tum is waqt live video mein ho, aur dildo se chudai karwa rahi ho. Face mask hatana nahi, sirf eyes ki patti hata lo.

Wo eyes ke patti hata li, aur main ab dobara side ho kar dikhne laga tha Reshmi ko.

Wo boli: Ye theek nahi hai.

To main bola: Bas entertainment ke liye karna hoga tumhe.

Fir maine usko ek gaajar di, aur wo apni chut mein daal ke hilane lagi, aur camera ko maine chut ke paas le-jaa kar achi se dikhaya. Fir uski gaand bhi dikhayi.

Maine fir live video khatam ki to wo rone lagi aur boli: Aaj hum dono pati-patni ban gaye hai. Aap kaise aisa kar sakte ho?

Maine kaha: Reshmi tum sirf mere lund ki patni ho. Tumhara kaam mere lund ke sewa karna hai.

Reshmi ko maine bed pe litaya, aur uski khoobsurat chut ko muh laga kar chaatne laga. Aakhir Reshmi sabse best ladki thi, jo mere lund pe aayi thi. Par ye ehsaas use maine nahi karwaya. 10 minutes tak uski chut ka rass peene ke baad main apne lund ko uski chut mein set karke dhakka laga diya, aur zabardast chudai shuru kar di uski.

Reshmi ke dono boobs uchal rahe the mere har ek dhakke se. Lund chut ka milan ho raha tha. Reshmi aur tez aur tez chodne ko kehne lagi. Main bhi lund ek baar mein hi poora daal deta, jisse uski cheekh nikal jati. Reshmi ki chut paani chodhne lagi thi, aur ab lund jaise hi chut ke andar jata, usme se fach-fach ki awaaz aati.

Main Reshmi ko utha kar bathroom mein le gaya. Waha bath tub ke andar usko lita diya, aur khud bhi let gaya. Ab mere upar Reshmi thi, aur maine neeche apne lund ko chut mein set kiya aur dhakka lagane laga.

Reshmi ke dono boobs mere hatho mein the, aur lund chut pe. Main Reshmi ke boobs ko kuch zyada hi zor se dabane laga. Uske boobs ke nipple ko ungli ke beech le kar daba diya.

Is harkat se Reshmi cheekh padi. Uske nipple mein dard ho gaya tha. Fir maine apna lund chut mein se hata kar gaand ke chhed mein lagaya, jisse Reshmi ne aisa nahi karne ko kaha. Par maine ek dhakka mein hi aadhe se zyada lund gaand mein daal diya.

Reshmi mere upar hi baithi thi. Wo hil bhi nahi paa rahi thi. Maine aur 4-5 jhatke mein hi apna poora lund uski gaand mein daal diya, aur chodne laga. Reshmi aah aah issss hmmm ufff jaisi awaaze karne lagi. Wo kisi russian randi se kam nahi lag rahi thi. Main uski lagataar gaand chudai karta raha, aur gaand ke chhed ko poora khol kar rakh diya.

Aur main apne ungli uski chut mein daal ke uski chut ungli se chodne laga, aur lund gaand mein. Is double chudai se Reshmi baar-baar chut ka paani chhodhne lagi.

Maine uski chut ka paani apni ungli mein lekar khud bhi chaata, aur Reshmi ko bhi chataya. Reshmi ko maine bathtub se baahar nikala, aur shower ke neeche use doggy position mein chodna shuru kar diya. Wo firse zor-zor se cheekhein maarne lagi.

Main bhi ab jhadne hi wala tha, ki 3-4 shot aur laga kar main uski gaand mein hi jhad gaya. Fir lund baahar karke uske muh mein de diya.

Reshmi bilkul achi tarah se mere lund ko chaat ke saaf ki, aur mujhe hug kar li.

To be continued.

Hello doston, swagat hai aapka is nayi hawas bhari kahani mein, jaha main aapko bataunga ki kaise maine apni bhabhi ko seduce kiya, aur uske baad hamari zindagi kya naya mod leti hai.

To mere bhai ki 2 shaadiyan hui hai. Jisme se ek bhabhi ka naam hai Preeti, aur ek ka naam hai Sushmita, aur bhaiya kaam ki wajah se zyadatar baahar hi rehte the. Dono hi bhabhiyan dikhne mein bahut sexy hai.

Preeti bhai ka body figure hai 34-30-34, aur bilkul doodh jaisi gori. Wahi Sushmita bhabhi ka body figure hai 36-30-34, aur ye dikhne mein thodi kam gori hai Preeti se. Meri umar 21 saal hai, aur height 6’2″ aur lund 7 inch lamba aur 3 inch mota hai.

Pehle main bahut shy ladka hua karta tha, aur bhabhiyon se bahut sharmata tha. Par dheere-dheere main unse thoda khulne laga, aur hamari achi bonding hoti gayi.

Fir jaise-jaise main 21 saal ka hua, main porn dekhne laga tha aur devar bhabhi porn dekh ke Sushmita bhabhi ke liye mere mann mein hawas bharne lagi, aur main unhe chodna chaahta tha. Par main unhe ye baat bata nahi sakta tha. Ab main unhe choone ke bahane dhoondhne laga.

To ek din bhabhi aur main ghar par akele the, aur bhabhi jhaadu laga rahi thi. To mere mann mein bhabhi ko apna lund dikhane ka khayaal aaya. Fir main apne kamre mein nanga hoke muth maarne laga, aur 2 minute baad bhabhi andar aa gayi bina knock kiye. Wo mujhe aise dekh kar ghabra gayi, aur gusse mein boli-

Sushmita: Oye, ye kya kar raha hai tu?

Me (darne ki acting karta hua): Ku… kuch nahi bhabhi, sorry.

Sushmita: Kya sorry! Kar kya raha hai tu? Ye seekha kaha se toone?

Me: Bhabhi, aage se nahi hoga please. Par main kya karta, main bahut horny ho raha tha.

Sushmita: Acha ab tu horny bhi hone laga (mere lund ki taraf dekhte hue)?

Me: Nahi bhabhi, aisa nahi hai. Kabhi-kabhi ho jata hai. Par aap mere lund ko mat dekho, ajeeb lag raha hai.

Sushmita: Acha, jab nanga hoke pada hai yaha tab ajeeb nahi lagta. Jaldi kapde pehan aur nashta karne aaja.

Me: Theek hai, bhabhi.

Aur fir bhabhi chali jati hai, aur kitchen mein jaake khaana banane lagti hai. Par mera lund ab bhi khada tha, aur main kapde pehan ke baahar chala jata hu, aur bhabhi ko peeche se hug kar leta hu. Bahut tight hug karta hu, jisse mera lund unhe pakka mehsoos ho raha hoga unki gaand pe.

Bhabhi: Kya ho gaya ab? Kya chahiye tujhe?

Me: Bhabhi, please aaj subha ke baare mein batana mat kisi ko.

Bhabhi: Haa-haa nahi batati. Par gate to band kar liya kar.

Me: Aage se dhyan rakhunga bhabhi.

Aur fir main unki kamar pe ek rapat maar deta hu, aur wo mujhse masti mein ladne lagti hai. Is ladayi mein maine bhabhi ke boobs bhi dabaye, aur gaand bhi. Par unhone zyada objection nahi kiya, aur is haadse ke baad mujhse thoda aur khulne lagi.

Ab mujhe lagne laga ki wo bhi mujhe seduce kar rahi thi. Kyunki pocha lagate samay ya jab bhi main unke aas-paas hota tha, to wo apni gaand pe se suit ya t-shirt utha ke mujhe acha view deti thi, aur apna cleavage bhi bahut dikhati thi. Fir ek din maine himmat karke unse baat karne ki sochi.

Me: Bhabhi, kya kar rahi ho?

Sushmita: Kuch nahi bas TV dekh rahi thi. Bata kya hua?

Me: Bhabhi, mujhe aapse kuch baat karni thi.

Sushmita: Haa bol kya hua? Kya baat karni hai.

Me: Pehle aap meri kasam khao, ki aap gussa nahi karogi.

Sushmita: Aisi kya baat karni hai tujhe? Par gussa karne ki hogi to karungi.

Me: Nahi pehle aap kasam khao.

Sushmita: Chal theek hai teri kasam, nahi karungi gussa. Chal bata ab?

Me: Bhabhi, I like you. mujhe aapko kiss karni hai.

Sushmita: Bas itni si baat! Le kar le gaal pe kiss. Isme kyun gussa karungi?

Me: Nahi bhabhi, gaal pe nahi. French kiss karni hai.

Sushmita: Tujhe pata bhi hai tu kya bol raha hai? Pagal ho gaya  hai tu.

Me: Bhabhi, meri kabhi girlfriend nahi bani. Naa maine kabhi kisi ko kiss kiya. Please, aap karne do.

Sushmita: Nahi pagal, aise nahi hota.

Me: Bhabhi, please karne do, please bhabhi.

Sushmita: Acha chal theek hai kar le. Par sirf is baar.

Me: Thank you, bhabhi. Aap bahut achi ho.

Sushmita: Par tujhe french kiss karni aati hai?

Me: Nahi, aap sikha do na.

Sushmita: Theek hai. To kiss karte waqt mere ek honth ko apne dono hontho mein daba, aur choosna. Fir apni jeebh ko mere muh mein push karna. Aisa hi main karungi.

Me: Ok theek hai, bhabhi.

Itna bol kar bhabhi mere saamne baith jati hai. Par sofe par hum dono theek se kiss nahi kar paate, to bhabhi bolti hai-

Bhabhi: Yaar kabhi tera ghutna aa jata hai beech mein, kabhi mera.

Me: Bhabhi, main ek baat bolu? Aap meri god mein aake baith jao na.

Bhabhi: Aisa hai bete, zyada tez nahi chalte. Break laga le.

Me: Sorry, bhabhi.

Mere udaas hote hi bhabhi bina kuch bole meri god mein aake baith gayi aur boli: Le ab khush? Ho gaye tere ye armaan bhi poore.

Aur itna keh ke wo mere hontho ko apne hontho mein daba leti hai, aur hum dono kiss karne lagte hai. Mere hath bhabhi ki kamar par the. Par kiss karte time main apne hath dheere-dheere unki gaand par rakh deta hu, aur wo virodh bhi nahi karti. Ye dekh kar mera honsla aur badh jata hai, aur main unki gaand par hath ferne lagta hu, aur aise hi hamari wo kiss lagbhag 20 minute tak chali.

Bhabhi: Ab to khush hai na tu? Kar li toone bhi kiss.

Me: Haa bhabhi, aap to bahut achi kisser ho.

Bhabhi: Haa-haa chal ab zyada maska mat laga. Aur ye kiss karte time tere hath kidhar the?

Me: Bhabhi, wo galti se slip ho gaye the, sorry.

Bhabhi: Acha aur meri gaand bhi galti se daba raha tha tu!

Me: Sorry bhabhi, par ab next time kiss kab karenge?

Bhabhi: Dekhte hai aage ka aage.

Bhabhi uth ke jaane lagti hai. Par unke ghoomte hi main unki gaand pe slap kar deta hu zor se, to wo uchal padti hai.

Bhabhi: Ab ye kya tha?

Me: Sorry bhabhi, par aapki gaand itni gol aur badi hai, ki mann karta hai dabane ka, aur maarne ka.

Bhabhi: To mann ko zara control mein rakho.

Bhabhi chali jati hai aur shaam ho jati hai. Ab wo kitchen mein khaana bana rahi hoti hai, to main jaake unke gaal pe kiss kar deta hu.

Me: I love you, bhabhi.

Bhabhi: Kya hai! Ab kya chahiye?

Me: Kuch nahi, bas ek aur kiss.

Bhabhi: Abhi nahi, abhi main busy hu. Dekh nahi raha?

Me: Please bhabhi, bas ek kiss.

Bhabhi: Acha, theek hai. Par jaldi aa, aur tu ye mat sochna ki isse zyada kuch ho sakta hai.

Fir main bhabhi ko god mein utha ke slab pe bitha deta hu, aur hum kiss karne lagte hai. Main unki gaand bhi daba raha hota hu. Tabhi pata nahi mere mann mein kya aaya, maine apna ek hath unke lower mein daal diya, aur unki gaand pe rakh diya. Isse bhabhi ne mujhe ek-dum se peeche kar diya, aur gussa karne lagi.

Me: Sorry bhabhi, sorry. Aage se nahi hoga pakka.

Bhabhi: Acha, chal jaa abhi yaha se.

Me: Bhabhi, ek cheez poochni thi. Main aapko kabhi bhi kiss kar sakta hu kya?

Bhabhi: Kya matlab. Pagal ho gaya hai kya?

Me: Please bhabhi, matlab aap kuch bhi kar rahi ho to main aake bina pooche kar sakta hu kya aapko kiss?

Bhabhi: Haa theek hai baba, kar sakta hai.

Me: Bhabhi aur aapki gaand pe bhi maar sakta hu kya? Sach mein aapki gaand se mann nahi hatt raha.

Bhabhi: Acha, theek hai maar sakta hai gaand pe kabhi bhi. Par pehle jaa is apne lund ko shant kar le.

Me: Theek hai, bhabhi. I love you.

Iske baad main kabhi bhi jata, aur bhabhi ko kiss kar deta, aur unki gaand pe maarta rehta poora din. Unki gaand main poore din mein laal kar deta.

Is part mein bas itna hi. Agle part mein bataunga ki kaise maine bhabhi ko chudai ke liye manaya, aur unki tabad-tod chudai ki, aur unki gaand bhi maari.

It was a lovely evening in Hyderabad. I was on a date with a guy I met on a dating app. We decided to meet at a vegan place. I am a vegan and wanted to check out this new place. After ordering, we started talking about our shared interests.

“So, have you ever tried meat?” he asked.

“Never,” I said with a smirk, winking at him, “but I’ve never tried dead meat.”

That was my attempt to be bold and adventurous. He smiled awkwardly and looked down at his plate. The date went smoothly enough, but he never asked about my joke.

After the meal, he suggested we take a brief drive. I agreed because it was still early in the evening, and the weather was perfect. I would have rejected an offer to drop me home, but I liked this approach. It was romantic, and I felt I could trust him.

We started talking about our camping and backpacking stories. I was thrilled to discover that our interests matched. I expressed my desire to go on trips instead of dates, and he smiled in agreement.

As he drove, his palm accidentally brushed against my thighs. I felt the warmth of his skin, and before I knew it, I gently lifted my thigh and placed it over his palm. I had no intention to do so, but the warmth of his body made me want more.

He tried hard to pretend that nothing unusual had happened and continued driving. While, in fact, my bare thigh was resting in his open palm. His fingertips almost touched my inner. He was immobile for a while as if he was still processing my move.

I noticed him steal quick peeks at me from the corner of his eye. Impatient with his awkward freeze, I decided to take my adventurous spirit a notch further. I turned to him and looked him in the eye. I started to press my thigh onto his palm gently.

He seemed to enjoy it; I could see him smile a bit. He took a while but responded by moving his fingers here and there. They felt like feather tickles on my skin. I caught him staring at me in the mirror and gave him bold eye contact.

I rolled my eyes upwards and tilted my head up while biting my lip. I slowly slid my pelvis down, making his palm move further upward into the skirt. It finally met my pantie lining.

He stared at me with awe. I could see him sweating. The AC was doing no good. A few moments later, I repeated this movement. This time, my pantie lining rolled aside, welcoming his fingertips further in. He stared at me, awestruck.

“I hope you’re not uncomfortable,” he whispered.

“I’m not,” I said, looking at him directly.

He smiled and continued to tease me with his fingertips. His fingers moved in circles and traced shapes on my skin. I felt myself getting wetter by the second.

“Are you enjoying this?” I asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from him.

“Yes,” he whispered, still staring at me.

His fingers moved deeper, and his middle finger brushed against my clit. I gasped, surprised by the sudden rush of pleasure. I bit my lip hard to stop myself from moaning. I could feel the heat emanating from my body and hoped he wouldn’t notice.

“Are you enjoying this?” he asked, looking at me with a smile.

I nodded, unable to speak. His fingers were moving faster now, and I was trying hard to hold back my orgasm. As he slowed down the car on a deserted roadside, he leaned in closer to me and gently kissed my neck. His warm breath on my skin sent shivers down my spine.

“I’m going to make you cum,” he whispered in my ear.

His fingers moved faster now, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I let out a soft moan and came all over his hand. My body shook with pleasure, and I closed my eyes to savour the moment. When I opened them, he was staring at me with a smile.

“You’re incredible,” he said.

I smiled back at him, feeling a little shy but also incredibly turned on.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said, leaning in closer to kiss him. Our lips met, and we kissed passionately, the excitement of what just happened still fresh in our minds.

After a few minutes of kissing, I stopped, got up from my seat and sat in his lap. This action of mine lifted my skirt, completely exposing my lower body. I could feel his cock pressing hard against my butt.

I adjusted my position a little and started grinding my butt against his crotch. His hands moved up my waist and rested on my breasts. I started kissing his neck and moving my hands over his chest, tracing the outlines of his abs.

I could feel the heat emanating from his body, and his cock was rock hard. I started sucking his earlobes, and I licked his face. I moved my hands down to his crotch and gently stroked his cock through his pants. He moaned, and his eyes rolled up.

I loved the sight of him helpless and under my control. His hands were still on my breasts, squeezing my nipples and massaging my cleavage. His mouth was on my neck, biting and sucking. His teeth grazed against my skin, and I loved every bit of it.

He tried lifting my Tee shirt, but I stopped him. “Let’s save something for the next date,” I said, opening the car door. “Thanks for the amazing date” I said and stepped out of the car. “Anytime,” he said, smiling back at me and then he drove away.

I stood there for a few moments, smiling, still feeling his warm lips on my neck and the feel of his body under me. I then walked back home, eager for the next date. This was a perfect start to a long, adventurous journey together. The end.

Hope you enjoyed it. Please do let me know if there’s anything specific you’d like to read in my next story. I am new to writing, and I would really appreciate any feedback. Happy reading!