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Hey everyone, this is Karthi, a software guy working in Chennai. This is a story of how I got into a physical relationship with a neighbour turned friend of mine, Preeti.

Being a regular reader of ISS I wanted to share some of my experience in the real world for you people and I would like to narrate this story from Preeti’s perspective as realistically as possible.

I am Preeti, a 34-year-old divorcee mom with a 5-year-old son. I am a very traditional homely woman working in an accounting firm. Me and my son stay in a gated community in Guindy, with my brother and his family visiting when needed since I am a single parent living alone.

Karthi, a 29-year-old bachelor, stays on the same floor as us. He is a 5 ft 7 in, fair young man with a slender build. We used to just nod when meeting in the lift. We knew nothing about each other before this incident.

One day as usual I was coming to the apartment lift and saw my neighbhour Karthi in it. He saw me coming and held the lift door for me. I got in, exchanged smiles, and thanked him. While I got into the lift, I got a call from my son’s school saying he injured himself while playing and wanted me to come to the hospital as soon as possible. I panicked immediately with fear and tears filling my face.

I wanted to rush to the hospital as soon as possible and was trying to book a cab but was not getting any. Karthi noticed this and asked me what happened. Upon knowing about my son’s accident, he told me it was better to go soon and gave me his car keys. I told him I didn’t know how to drive and hence he accompanied me to the hospital.

On reaching there, we got to know that my son had fractured his arms when he fell down the stairs. I spoke to the doctor and didn’t want to leave my son’s side for even a second.

Understanding this, Karthi assisted me with all the hospital formalities and brought us dinner, medicine, and even fruits by himself.

Since it was late, I thanked him sincerely and asked him to go home. He obliged and I took care of my son that night.

The next morning, he visited the hospital brought us breakfast, and enquired about my son’s health. Seeing his good and helpful nature, I let down my inhibitions and shared about my son and his health conditions. After this incident, we both became good friends and talked for a few minutes whenever we met.

He regularly asked about my son’s arms and health when we met and even played with him on a few weekends while he was recovering and thus my son and him also became good buddies.

Later I got to know that he is a native of Coimbatore and stays alone in Chennai due to his work.

I hosted some lunch sessions with him on the weekend as a thank-you gesture and he helped me whenever my brother or friends were unavailable for any help. Till then, we both had no sexual tension or intention and were good friends till then.

The following week, due to some heavy rains, the ceiling in my house started leaking and we had water all over the floor. I asked Karthi if he knew anyone to fix the leak and he shared some contacts and came with me to enquire with them since he was free and wanted to drive his car before leaving it for servicing. So I agreed and visited a few service shops.

On enquiring with the serviceman, they told us they would need a week to fix the ceiling and they wanted us to stay outside for a week till they plastered the entire ceiling.

This upset me a lot since I was uncomfortable staying in a hotel for a week. Karthi understood my situation and offered his apartment to me for a week. He, also being a decent guy told me he would be staying in his friend’s place for a week and I can have the house to myself with my son for the week. I was happy with the setup and agreed to it after some hesitation. This was great help from his side and he did without putting me in an uncomfortable position.

After this discussion, I and Karthi came to my home to see the status of the house now and Karthi was helping in moving some furniture away from dripping water.

The floor was already wet with rain water and when he tried to walk on it with some heavy furniture, he lost his balance and fell with the full weight of the furniture in his hands. He immediately started bleeding since some nails also cut his arms. I rushed to him, did some first-aid and took him to hospital. While we were traveling to the hospital, we both held hands the whole trip and he was almost half asleep but held a strong grip.

We saw the doctor, and he advised us to rest for a week and not move his hands further since there was a hairline fracture on his hands and legs and multiple stitches near the joints and right hand.

On hearing this, I felt very bad. He had already done so much for us and now he broke his hands also while trying to help me. So I decided to help him for a week by cooking for him and helping him whenever needed. He was a little hesitant at first, but he didn’t have much choice either. So agreed to take my help in certain tasks.

The next day, I dropped my kid off and would go straight to his house, clean up and give him food before leaving to office around 11. For the first day, he started eating with a spoon on his unbroken left hand but kept spilling food on his dress. So the next day, I started feeding him with a spoon. This was when we both started having weird sensations and became a little conscious.

While I was having this feeling, I couldn’t help but not be a little excited about it. I was finally having feelings for a guy after 4 years of my divorce. I really liked him and wanted to be close to him. But I also didn’t want to force anything and spoil the good friendship I had with him and break his trust. So I hid my emotions and tried to be as casual about it as possible.

After eating, he wanted to sit for some time in the sun. So I helped him get up and move to a different place on the balcony. For that, he had to put his left arm around my shoulders to get up. That was when he laid his hands on me for the first time and I couldn’t help but behave like an 18-year-old in love. I blushed with hormones running wild within me and thoughts on what he was feeling about this made me frequently look and analyze his face. He was trying to avoid looking me in the eye and keep a straight face.

While we sat on the balcony, my neighbhour cum friend said thanks for all my help and told me he was in a way very happy to have met with this accident so that he could get time to spend with me alone. While I wanted to get deep into the answer and ask why he said so, I decided to not respond and kept quiet. I couldn’t help but notice his eyes running all over me. I became a bit cautious and wanted to go in. So, I asked and lifted him once again. This time, he put his hand on my hip.

During this time, I was wearing an orange cotton saree which did a good job of covering my chest. But the side of my hips near my belly was exposed.

Coming to my appearance, I am a 5 ft 4 in woman with a brown complexion. I have a slender body and a fair and even face. While I don’t get a lot of attention from public men because of my traditional dress and distant nature, I have always felt I was good-looking and maintained a good figure.

Now, coming back to the story, while I was supporting Karthi to come back inside the apartment, he placed his hands on the exposed side hips of mine. This sent shivers all over my body. And I was pretty sure Karthi also felt that way. But I did not complain and started pulling him a little closer to me with my other hand. Karthi took it as an encouraging sign and as we moved closer to the apartment, I could sense him pressing his hand tightly in my hip. His thumb and index finger started squeezing a section of belly muffin top and I could feel his middle finger reaching back and forth towards my navel.

While I was completely drenched in this newfound pleasure, I couldn’t help but keep evaluating if what I was doing was right or wrong.

Even after the divorce, weren’t I allowed to have a happy life? Will my actions affect my son? Am I spoiling the life of a bachelor by getting involved in his life?

Karthi sensing me deep in thoughts, took his hand from my hips and started maintaining a distance.

We both didn’t speak about that. But I continued to help him in any way possible to accommodate his broken arm. We had dinner regularly together and spoke for hours about our daily lives, work, and family. I got to know that he had a girlfriend for 4 years and had broken up with her a year back due to some family conflicts.

I shared about my ex-husband and the issues due to which we got divorced. He was an alcoholic and was taking this family down the drain with his drug and gambling issues. We separated with the help of my mother-in-law and my brother and moved to a different city to be away from him.

As we slowly started becoming close, we started playing badminton together, going shopping, and sometimes even movies together with my son. Similarly one day we went to Pantaloons clothing together to purchase a dress for me and my son for his birthday. Karthi accompanied me and gave suggestions on picking up a saree and salwar.

While I tried multiple dresses and wore them down to him to get his opinions, I could see his eyes running over my body while analyzing. We both felt the tension when shopping but didn’t take it further till then.

I knew he liked orange, so later I tried an orange saree with a sleeveless blouse and asked for his opinion. He saw that dress and just did not say anything and just took a quick breath for a while and said it was fabulous after being dumb folded for some time. Being alone for over 4 years, this kind of genuine compliment felt very good to me. And this changed something inside me and I decided to let go of my inhibitions.

While trying the dress in the trial room, one of the dresses needed a zip that needed to be pulled up from behind. Since no ladies were nearby, I had to call Karthi. I knew I was making a mistake. But internally, I wanted him near me and convinced myself this was a harmless task with no bad intentions from my side.

I bought a sleeveless top that showed a bit of navel and I was mostly in my petticoat. The zip in the sleeveless top needed to be pulled up. Karthi came near the trail room. I asked him to come and help me with the dress and closed the door.

He came in with a bit of happiness on his face. I turned back and showed him my half-bear back. Karthi complimented that I look slim and even go for a smaller size. I smiled inside but didn’t respond.

He came very close to me from behind and I could feel his breath in my neck. I could feel him pulling the zip up and down taking his time. I asked him what was taking so long and he replied there was something on my back and started caressing my back in the name of cleaning it. Again, I was on cloud nine. I could not believe this was happening even though I secretly wanted it to happen.

Now my bachelor neighbhour started caressing with both his hands on my back and reached my navel from behind through the dress. He was not kidding when he told me I could fit in a dress one level smaller. His entire hands were almost inside my dress now. While he reached and touched my navel, he was fully hugging me from behind. Also, he brought his chin close to my face and placed it over my shoulders and was nearly brushing my ears with his cheeks and beard.

We both reached a point of intimacy where we both need not pretend and Karthi also realized it. His moves were bold now and I started breathing heavily. I was looking at us from the mirror in front of us and getting even more turned on by checking us out the in mirror.

He slowly took his hand up my stomach towards my chest. He started blowing slightly into my ears. I lost it completely now and was sending my hands to my back to find him. I was moving my hips horizontally on his pants and found a huge bulge. He also started throbbing his manhood over my dress.

I found the buttons of his pants from behind and was trying to put my hand into it. And he took one hand from my chest and sent it down my ass. The other hand grabbed one of my breasts over the bra. He sent one finger into the bra to run over my nipples. Like a car wiper, his fingers started to run over my nipples from both sides. And his other hand went down my ass and touched the wet spots of my vagina from behind. He was so gentle and raw at the same time.

After playing like that for some time, I wanted to return the favor so with great difficulty broke the bond and turned back to be face to face.

Karthi held my shoulders on both sides and said sorry if he had forced me into this and that he could stop if that was what I wanted. Hearing this, I understood that this was not just a lusty mistake and that I genuinely liked him as a person. I told Karthi I loved him for the first time and kissed him gently. He kissed back. We didn’t use our tongues and just felt each other’s presence.

The shop was getting crowded and we could hear it from the noise that started outside. I told Karthi, “Let’s go home, I want you fully without any disturbance” and he took a heavy breath and smiled.

Later, we both went home and made love multiple times. And it continued on various occasions. But that is a story for the next part.

Thanks for reading.

Regards,
Karthi

If you have any feedback please send an email to [email protected] and I would be happy to connect.

Ab aage :-

Nancy bahu wo chain dekhne lagi, aur boobs ke beech se mere naam ka pendant hatho mein lekar boli: Main isko hamesha apne seene se laga kar rakhungi.

Nancy ne mujhe apni baahon mein bhar liya, aur mera face uske 34″ ke boobs ke beech lekar wo mujhe kehne lagi: Aapki baat hamesha maanungi, aur aapko khush rakhungi main.

Main Nancy ke boobs ke beech apna face zor se daba kar boobs ka ehsaas karne laga, aur fir boobs ke upar ke hisse ko apni jeebh se chaatne laga. Nancy ko bhi samajh aa gaya tha ki main kya chaahta tha.

Nancy (Apne mann mein sochte hue): Mujhe inko khush rakhna hoga. Inki hi chalti hai poore parivar mein, aur paise ki chaabi bhi ye hi hai. Agar thoda compromise karna pada to kar loongi. Aur jaise ye mere boobs ko upar se chaat rahe hai apni jeebh se, lagta hai ye meri khoobsurti se mast ho rahe hai. Inko fasane mein waqt nahi lagega.

Samir (mann mein): Oh ye to mere face par apne boobs dabane lagi.

Main samajh gaya ki ye ladki kuch alag thi. Fir usne mere sar par kis kiya aur boli-

Nancy: Main aapki bahu hu, aur aap aaj se jo bologe sirf wo hi karungi.

Wo zabardasti meri shirt khol kar meri body mein malish karne lagi, aur mera lund to poora apni aukaat mein aa gaya tha. Nancy ye dekh muskurane lagi, aur baar-baar usko touch karne lagi.

Hum dono ka ye khel thodi der aise hi chalta raha. Fir maine shirt pehan li, aur wo mere pair dabane lagi.

Kuch der mein sasu mom room mein aayi, aur Nancy ko mere pair dabate hue dekh kar boli-

Sasu maa: Bahu tum bahut achi ho. Ye hamare ghar ka jamayi hai, aur yahi asal mein hum sab ko dekh rahe hai. Inki sewa karogi to mewa milega.

Sasu mom ko ye dekh bahut acha laga ki unki bahu sanskari thi. Par mujhe pata tha ki wo kaisi thi. Aur mujhe bhi kaafi din ho chuke the koi 19-20 saal ki ladki ke sath sex kiye hue. To ab nazar Nancy ke upar hi tik gayi thi meri.

Fir hum sab apne-apne ghar aa gaye the, aur main apne bete ki shaadi ki taiyaari mein lag gaya tha. Shaadi ke din hamne khoob masti ki, aur bete ki shaadi ki, aur bahu ko ghar le aaya. Beta-bahu honeymoon ke liye Australia chale gaye, aur main firse ek baar sasural gaya.

Sasural mein main sasu mom se mila, aur shaadi ki baat karne laga ki kaise shaadi karni thi Nancy aur saale ke bete Karan ki. Sasu mom mujhe kuch din rehne ke liye boli, aur paise ki madad maangi shaadi ke liye.

Mera saala to doosre shehar mein job kar raha tha, aur kuch zyada kamata bhi nahi tha. Barsha saale ki wife waha baithi sab sun rahi thi.

Main fir bola: Aap log mere ho, (aur main sasu mom ko bola ki) shaadi ka saara kharcha main karunga.

Sasu mom kaafi khush hui, aur fir dinner karne ke baad sasu mom mujhe aur Barsha se boli-

Sasu maa: Aap dono raat ko ek sath hi so jana.

Aur Barsha se boli: Jab tak Samir mera jamayi yaha hai, tum inke sath hi so jana.

Fir Barsha mujhe apne sath bedroom mein le gayi aur boli: Sasu mom aapko apni bahu ko chodne ka khula offer hi de dali (aur hasne lagi).

Main bhi bola: Haa jab wo khud ki dono betiyon ko mere sath sula sakti hai, to apni bahu ko kyun nahi. Aur aage dekhna Nancy ko bhi mere sath sula dengi.

Ye sun kar Barsha ka muh dheela pad gaya aur wo boli: Kya, aap Nancy ko bhi chodna chaahte ho!?

Maine kaha: Isme kya burayi hai? Nancy sundar hai. Acha badan hai uska.

Barsha: Par wo to bahut chhoti hai na aap se.

Samir: Chhoti uski umar hai, uske boobs to bade hai. Aur uski chut aaram se mera lund legi. Ab sasu jaisi hogi bahu bhi to waisi hi hogi.

Main aaj firse Barsha ke sath chudai ka khel khelne laga, aur maine kaha: Ek kaam karo, Nancy ko kal bula lo ghar.

Doosre din Nancy ek red colour ki kurti pehan kar ghar aayi, wo kaafi mast lag rahi thi. Usne pencil heel ki sandal pehni thi, aur red lipstick laga kar kaafi bold lag rahi thi wo.

Sasu mom neeche baithi thi. Unke ab pairon mein itni himmat nahi thi ki wo upar aaye, aur Nancy upar ke kamre mein Barsha se baat karne lagi. Maine Barsha ke mobile par message kiya ki Nancy ko mere paas chhodh do.

Wo turant Nancy ko boli: Main kitchen mein lunch bana lu, aur tum Samir ji ke paas baith jao.

Nancy mere paas aayi aur bed par baith gayi.

Maine usko kaha: Upar aa jao, pair bhi upar kar lo.

To wo sandal kholne lagi.

Par maine usko kaha: Aise hi aa jao, koi zaroorat nahi sandal kholne ki.

Wo samjhi nahi to maine kaha: Arre tum lakshmi ho ghar ki, aur tumhare pair shubh hai.

Ye bol kar maine uske pairon ko apne hatho mein lekar apne upar rakh liya, aur pairon ko sehlane laga.

Nancy: Mujhe bahut ajeeb lag raha hai aise bed par sandal samet. Aur aap bhi mere pairon ko sehla rahe ho.

Samir: Itna mat socho Nancy. Ye itne sundar pair zameen mein rakhne ke liye nahi hai.

Aur ye bol kar pair par ek kiss kar diya.

Nancy: Aaahh, ye kya kar rahe ho aap? Gudgudi ho rahi hai.

Samir: Acha tumne meri di hui chain pehni hai ki nahi? Dikhao mujhe.

Nancy apni kurti se dupatte ko alag karke neeche bed par rakh deti hai, aur chain dikhane lagti hai.

Samir: Arre Nancy bahu, aise nahi. Tum mere naam ke pendant ko apne gale mein boobs ke beech hi fassa kar rakho. Aur upar ke button khol do main dekh loonga.

Nancy (mann mein): Arre ye to khul kar mere boobs ke liye bol rahe hai.

Aur fir apni kurti ke upar ke 2 button khol kar dikhane lagi.

To be continued…

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My dick was too hard now, and I wanted to fuck. I looked at Rhea sitting in my piss. I gestured for her to clean up. She took the support of the floor and stood up. I spanked her ass as she turned for the shower and laughed. “Keep the door open,” I ordered, moving to fuck Divya.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her thick tits hanging like huge mangoes, black nipples pointing outwards. I stood in front of her, and her hand moved towards my dick, shaking. I pulled back and pushed her on the bed. “Enough of the sucking.” I spread her thick thighs, squeezing them.

Her pussy was still wet, so I put the tip on her lips and started rubbing. She was looking sideways, trying to avoid eye contact as if that would make all of this real. I stopped for a moment and gently pushed my dick inside. She let out a moan.

I started fucking her, and the sound of our thighs clapping got mixed with her loud moans. She was tightly holding the bed sheet with one hand while her other hand tried to push me away. I increased my pace, both my hands busy, spreading her legs wider. Her moans got louder with each pounding.

I slowed down and left her legs, going down to kiss her. I squeezed her tits, which were now wet with her sweat. I kissed her gently on the lips, the motions of my dick slow and constant against her. She kissed me back and wrapped both her legs around my waist. I smiled against the kiss and increased my pace again.

She broke the kiss and started moaning again. I kissed her neck and collarbone while her nails dug inside my back. Her thick body felt like a cushion beneath me, and the strokes felt easier. I slowed down again after some minutes, and she took a deep breath while looking at me.

Her eyes were wet, and she was breathing hard. I pulled my dick out, which was still super hard and gestured for her to turn around. She got up, trying to balance herself on her feet and bent over with her hands on the bed, her gorgeous tits hanging.

I grabbed my tripod and placed it near the bed so that her ass was clearly visible. “Hey, Rajiv Ji” I whispered in the camera after pressing record. “Guess whose ass this is.” I pointed towards the huge brown ass in the camera. “Spoiler alert: it’s your wife.” I chuckled.

I grabbed her ass and squeezed it. I moved my hands around, feeling every inch of her giant ass. It was such a perfect shape, like two plums but in a bigger size. I kicked her legs and moved them further apart, revealing her shaved pussy, looking like a sandwich.

I grabbed my cigarette box from the table along with the lighter and kept it on her bent waist, preparing for the ass fucking. I kept my dick on her pussy again, lit a cigarette and pushed it inside. She moaned and let out a heavy breath. I started pounding her slowly, in a constant rhythm.

I took another drag and found her looking at me and then at the cigarette. I smiled and rolled my eyes. ‘This bitch is truly shameless.’ That’s what I thought, and I passed the cigarette to her. She took the cigarette, and I spanked her ass, gently rubbing her back.

Slowly my hands found their way to her hanging tits, and I started playing with them while kissing the back of her neck. She moaned softly in pleasure between the drags. She passed the cigarette back to me, and I placed it between my lips. I grabbed both her cheeks and started pounding her fast.

She was caught off guard and tried to look back. I took one last drag and threw the bud, taking control of her once again. She started moaning, and I grabbed the leash that was attached to her neck, still increasing the pace. Her pussy was tight, and the warmth was engulfing my dick.

I felt like cumming when suddenly my eyes went towards the washroom door where Rhea was standing, a towel draped around her body and her collar gone, looking at her mom getting pounded by a stranger. Anger rushed to my brain, and I stopped, pulling my dick out.

Divya, who had forgotten about the situation and was enjoying the fucking, was surprised too and looked back at me and then at her daughter. I pushed Divya’s ass in anger, and she fell face down on the bed. I grabbed Rhea’s hair, and she squealed in pain.

“Who told you to get dressed?” I jerked her head, making her face me. She was shocked and couldn’t reply.

“I need to teach you some manners,” I said, grabbing the towel with my other hand. I threw the towel at Divya and bent her daughter on the bed.

“Please. Not her,” Divya squealed. I glared at her, my eyes filled with anger. Her face was covered with fear, and she immediately looked down. I left Rhea’s hair and moved towards the chair to grab my bag. I pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a ball gag.

“The whole family lacks etiquette.” I grabbed Divya’s hands and handcuffed them behind her back. I placed the ball gag in her mouth and tied it. “You speak a lot, Divya. Now you watch.” I stood up again and went behind Rhea, who was still bent over the bed.

I placed my dick on her tight pussy and pushed, but it didn’t go in. I smiled at Divya, my anger vanishing slowly. She was sitting on the bed with her hands tied behind her back and saliva drooling on her huge tits.

“Are you a virgin, Rhea?” I rubbed her back while looking into Divya’s eyes, which were tearing up.

Rhea hesitated and cleared her throat. “I asked you something,” I said loudly and squeezed her petite shoulder.

“Yes.” She screamed in pain. I snickered as I gently rubbed my hard dick on her pussy.

“What a waste of such a good ass.” I squeezed her ass, my hand leaving an imprint again. “Don’t worry,” I said. I grabbed one of her thighs and put her leg on the bed. I spread apart her pussy lips even more, making space for my dick to go in. I placed my dick on her pussy once again and pushed.

It went in smoothly, and she let out a cry followed by heavy breathing. Her back arched up. I pushed it down slowly, my dick going deeper with each push and Rhea breathing more heavily. I paused and kissed her neck.

“This will be a lesson for you. The dildo of consequences arrives un-oiled.” I whispered in her ear. Both my hands squeezed and mauled her small tits. I pulled back from her neck and grabbed her huge ass, positioning myself. I started pounding her, slowly at first.

But it was not long before she was moaning louder than her mom, who was sitting drenched in her saliva, eyes tearing. I grabbed Rhea’s hair and went balls-deep in her pussy. It was tighter than Divya’s for obvious reasons. I was enjoying the movement.

I couldn’t stop myself while Divya begged with her eyes to leave her daughter. I was nearing my orgasm, and Rhea was beyond exhausted. Her tongue was out. She was panting like a thirsty dog, her body going numb. I pulled out, and she fell on the bed, breathing hard and groaning.

I slowly rubbed my dick and kneeled in front of Divya, spreading her legs and entering her pussy. My dick smoothly went in. I started sucking on one of her tits. I came inside her as she sobbed on my neck. I pulled out, and some of my cum leaked from her pussy.

I was exhausted, too, but this had been fun, I thought to myself. Rhea was half asleep in the same position. I opened Divya’s ball gag and she slurped some of her saliva in. She instantly knew why I had done that and bent over to reach my dick. She started sucking it and cleaning it.

I caressed her hair and smiled at the camera, which was still recording. She sucked me for 10 more minutes, after which I stood up. I stopped the recording and sent it to Rishi right away. Rhea was now asleep, groaning, and her naked body moving in her sleep. I released Divya’s handcuffs and kissed her gently.

“You’re a smart woman, Divya. I know, you know, it’s not over yet.” I spoke as I packed my bag and wore my clothes. She nodded while avoiding eye contact. I smiled and pulled the bag over my shoulder. She was still kneeling on the bed beside her sleeping daughter.

My eyes went to her tits again, as they always went. I couldn’t stop myself. I dropped my bag on the floor and gestured to her. “Why don’t you help me clean up first?” I said, lowering my bottoms. I went to the washroom and turned on the shower.

The hot water hit my body, and a wild sensation ran across my nerves. A feeling of satisfaction. A feeling of revenge. Divya followed and opened the shower door. She kneeled in front of me. I smiled at how good I’ve trained this uptight bitch in just a few hours.

She took my semi-hard dick in her hand and started stroking it while I rubbed shampoo on my head. She started sucking it and licking it, her tongue going to my balls. She sucked off the tip while stroking my foreskin. She was putting her heart into this blowjob.

She sucked my balls, taking one at a time. I washed off the soap from my body, and Divya was still going deep on my dick. I gave in to the warmth and suction of her mouth and came once again, this time all over her tits. She took it all without protest, and I got out of the shower.

I dried off and dressed while Divya took a shower. “I have your number. I’ll give you a call.” I winked at her and left the washroom. “Oh, and one more thing.”

I turned around. “Don’t pick if your husband calls. If you talk to him without my permission, I’ll send the videos from tonight to your relatives and pretty much everyone in the world.” I smiled. She nodded again, dread in her eyes. I turned around and left the washroom.

I grabbed my bag and saw myself out, filled with a weird feeling of joy. I looked at my watch. It was 1 in the night. I had one more errand to run before I went to bed. I had to go and meet Rishi for the next phase of my plan. I opened Rishi’s chat and tapped on the location link.

I went down to reception and booked a cab for Rishi’s apartment here in Manali. It took me 40 minutes to find his building, thanks to his love for mountains and views. I rang the bell and Rishi showed up 5 minutes later, whiskey glass in his hand.

He welcomed me in, and I made myself comfortable on his couch.

“Whiskey?” He looked at me from the bar counter.

“You have Jack Daniels?” I asked, fishing his centre table for cigarettes.

“One Jack Daniels coming right up.” I heard.

Rishi came back and placed a glass in front of me.

“So, how was it?” He smirked at me.

“You were getting live updates. Still need to ask?” I smiled.

“Watching isn’t as fun. You’ve gotten good, though.” He snickered and raised his glass.

“Cheers. You fucker.” I laughed and chimed my glass to his.

We talked for a while on drinks and it was around 3:30 when I decided to leave.

“So what’s the plan ahead?” He asked me at the door.

“I am going to lure Rajiv into coming here.” I lit a cigarette. “If everything goes to plan, he should be here the day after tomorrow. We can set the next phase in motion.” I took a drag and passed the cigarette to Rishi, who nodded.

“I’m going to rest now. I’ll talk to you later.” I moved towards my cab.

“One more thing.” I turned back. “If you find Mayank uncle, tell him I said yes.” I smiled and sat in the cab.

It took me more than an hour to come back to the resort. The sun was about to rise. I looked at my watch as I boarded the elevator. It was 10 minutes to 5. Mom would be very angry when she wakes and I would have to tell her some excuse. I thought of giving Mayank uncle as an excuse that he stopped me.

I stood in front of the gate and quietly placed my key card on the handle. The door chimed, and I entered the room. The room was dimly lit, with just a lamp that was glowing warm at the corner of the room. The moment I caught the sight of the bed, I saw two legs.

The legs of a man. He was sleeping naked on the bed, on his back, with his dick out. Then I caught the sight of mom’s ass. She was sleeping naked, too, on her stomach with her bare ass. Clothes were lying around all over the room, and it was a mess.

Suddenly, the guy got up as soon as I reached the edge of the bed. He stretched his hands and sat up on the bed, light falling on his face as he pulled out a cigarette from the pack on his side table.

“Mayank uncle?” I enquired.

“Rahul, my man. I was just about to leave.” He said, gently squeezing mom’s bare ass.

My father-in-law, Ramesh, was a man of simple tastes, living a quiet life in Kerala. When we visited home from Abu Dhabi, we brought with us a new iPhone. It was my husband’s thoughtful gift to keep his father connected with his far-flung family.

My FIL’s fingers danced over the screen with agility as I patiently explained the features. He was eager to learn to stay in touch with his loved ones. Initially, it was just a casual question here and there, an innocent inquiry into my day.

But as the weeks rolled by, the tone grew more intimate, the messages more frequent. The general queries about my and my children’s well-being began to feel like an intrusion into my personal space.

I, the dutiful daughter-in-law, replied with a polite smile. My thumbs danced over the screen as I tried to maintain the façade of familial warmth. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more beneath the surface of his digital overtures.

One morning, after my husband had left for work and the children had been dropped off at school, my phone buzzed with a message from my FIL. It was a photo of him, dressed in a simple white dhoti, standing in his garden. The sun casts a golden hue over his form.

He looked at the camera with a knowing smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief that made her heart flutter. The accompanying text read, “Today’s dress, What’s yours, Molu?” I stared at the message, my mouth agape, unsure of what to make of it.

I felt a strange mix of confusion and excitement. It was a question I had never expected from my father-in-law. Yet, it was one that I found myself eager to answer. I don’t know why. The following days brought more such messages, each one more daring than the last.

Photos of my FIL in various states of undress, each one accompanied by a cheeky inquiry about my attire. I felt a thrill I hadn’t experienced in years, a thrill that was tinged with guilt. After all, this was my husband’s father.  But I couldn’t deny the allure of his youthful spirit, his playful banter.

The way his gaze seemed to penetrate the screen and reach out to me. It ignited a fire within me that she had long thought extinguished. Our video calls grew longer, the conversations more personal. We talked about our desires, our fears, and our deepest secrets.

He spoke of his longing for intimacy, the passion that had faded in his marriage over the years. I found myself opening up to him, sharing my unfulfilled desires and the loneliness that often engulfed me in my marriage.

Our bond grew stronger with each passing day. The digital barrier between us felt less and less substantial. The first time it happened, I was in the kitchen. My apron was tied tightly around my waist. The video call notification popped up on my screen, and before I could even think, I accepted it.

He was there, in his bedroom, his bare chest on display, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. I looked down at my attire, the simple cotton blouse and sari I had worn that day. I knew what he wanted, what he was asking for.

And so I slid my blouse and showed the red bra strap. His eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle. “Very nice, Sandhya,” he said, his voice thick with something that I couldn’t quite place.

The next day, the messages grew bolder. He sent a video of himself, his dhoti hiked up, revealing his firm thighs as he walked towards the camera. The message that accompanied it was simple yet explicit: “Your turn.”

My heart raced as I thought of what to do. I had never been one for such games, but the thrill of it all was intoxicating. I found myself eager to please him, to satisfy his curiosity.

In the quiet of my bedroom, I took a deep breath and unhooked my blouse, letting my breasts spill out in my bra. They were heavier than they used to be after having nurtured three children. But they still had a youthful perkiness to them.

I picked up my phone, the cool glass pressing against my skin as I angled it just right. With trembling fingers, I snapped a photo, my nipples peeking out from the lacy red fabric. My cheeks burned as I hit send, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.

The anticipation was unbearable. I waited for his response, the seconds stretching into an eternity. Finally, the message came through: “Beautiful, my dear. Just as I imagined.”

His words were like a sweet elixir. They filled me with a sense of power and desire that I hadn’t felt in years.  I craved more of his attention, his approval. The lines between familial affection and something far more carnally thrilling began to blur.

The next day, my FIL’s message was more direct. “Show me more, Sandhya,” it read, the demand clear in his tone. I felt a thrill of excitement mingled with a pang of guilt. Yet, I found myself unable to resist. I retreated to my bedroom, my heart racing, and unhooked my bra.

But as I looked down at my bare breasts, a sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over me. My hands trembled, the bra still cupping my modesty. I didn’t feel beautiful or seductive; I felt exposed and vulnerable. I took a deep breath and held the bra over my chest.

I was creating a tantalizing frame for my husband’s father’s eyes. I snapped a photo, the red fabric contrasting sharply with my brown skin. It was a compromise, a way to satisfy his hunger without fully revealing myself.

I sent the image with a brief message, “Is this what you wanted?” My screen remained silent for what felt like an eternity before his response finally came through.

“Yes,” he typed, his message punctuated with a series of heart emojis. “But next time, I want to see those beautiful nipples. I miss watching my granddaughter drink from her mother’s milk.”

My mind reeled with conflicting emotions. The guilt of betraying my husband, the thrill of the forbidden. The strange, twisted comfort of being desired by someone who had seen me in my most natural state. I stared at the screen, unsure of how to respond.

“Your grandkids are almost ten years old now, uncle,” I replied, my voice shaking. “They don’t drink milk from me anymore.”

His response was swift and unapologetic. “Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the sight of them, does it?”

This had gone too far. But before I could respond, he sent a message again, “Don’t be shy, Sandhya. please, do this with me too?” His words hung in the air, a silent plea that seemed to echo through the empty house. My resolve wavered, the weight of his gaze, though digital, heavy upon me.

With trembling fingers, I let the bra fall away, revealing my full breasts to the cold lens of my phone. The click of the camera was like a gunshot in the quiet room. I stared at the image, the blush of my nipples stark against the darkened areola.

It was a sight that should have been reserved for my husband. But here I was, sharing it with his father. I sent the photo, my heart hammering in my chest, waiting for his reaction. The message notification chimed, and I read his response with bated breath.

“Ah, my beauty,” he wrote, his words like a warm embrace. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to see this.” His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a strange sense of accomplishment. It was as if I had passed some secret test, one that no one else knew I was taking.

The days that followed were a blur of daring photos and increasingly explicit messages. Each day, he would demand a new part of me, insisting that he needed to see more. First, it was my legs, the smooth skin of my thighs peeking out from under my sari. Then, it was my midriff, the soft curve of my stomach that had borne three children. And then, the day came when he asked for more.

I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. The weight of his gaze, though unseen, was palpable. I took a deep breath and stood, my heart racing as I slipped off my sari and petticoat, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

I positioned the phone low, the camera capturing the curve of my hips and the swell of my mound. I sent the photo with a trembling hand, my heart in my throat. The response was almost instant. “Perfect,” he wrote, his words a warm caress. “Now, I want to see all of you, my lovely daughter-in-law.”

The following day, I found myself standing in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, the sunlight casting a soft glow across my skin. I had picked out a pair of red lace panties, knowing they would drive him wild. I took a deep breath and turned to face the reflection.

With trembling hands, I slid them down my thighs, feeling the cool air kiss my skin. I stepped out of them, the fabric pooling around my ankles like a crimson waterfall.

Continued.

Hello all, I’m Vikarn back with another story. Thanks, and a shout-out to Ms. Shruti, one of my oldest readers. She shared this incident with me and asked me to write a story about it. So here it is.

A bit about myself: I’m Shruti, a single mother. I’m 42 years old and have a normal body type. These are my stats. I’m 5’3 tall with a weight of 58 kg. I measure 34-30-36 inches. I prefer Western clothes, but I also wear sarees on special occasions.

This incident started when I fought with my only daughter. Whatever happened to me in my life was the consequence of that fight. Post that fight, she decided to move out and live with her boyfriend. This was all about the intro. Now, let’s move ahead with the story.

My daughter doesn’t seem to know me anymore. Not only does she never come home or call, but now she’s decided to take our mutual friend and move out without so much as an explanation. I’m hurt, bitter, angry. And I need to vent to someone, someone not too far away.

That’s when I remembered Vicky, a childhood friend from college who has been living in India for the past few years. We haven’t spoken in ages, but we’ve always had a great rapport. Perhaps it’s time to rekindle that connection.

I quickly typed up a message and hit send, hoping that this would help with my current situation. Little did I know that this message would also alter Vicky’s life forever.

Me: Hello, how are you? It’s been ages since we last spoke, hasn’t it? I hope you’re well and enjoying your stay in Delhi. You’ve lived here long enough now. Have you settled down yet? “

The next morning, I woke up to find several new messages on WhatsApp. I couldn’t wait to read them all!

Vicky: Hey, good to hear from you. Yes, I’m doing all right these days. Life is quite interesting here. What about you? Where have you been all this while? Wow, my day just got brighter.

Reading his words felt like talking to him again after so many years apart.

Me: Thank God for technology. Anyway, shall we catch up over video chat sometime? Maybe today evening at 6 pm?

Me: Let me know if that works for you. I’ll be looking forward to hearing more about what you’ve been up to. See you soon!

Vicky: Yes, let’s do it. That should work fine. Can’t wait to see you.

Oh wow! So, he finally responded. My heart fluttered with excitement. This was going to be awesome.

Vicky: Bye, until then…

I went about my daily routine of working from home, taking care of my dog, cooking dinner, etc. All while eagerly anticipating our virtual get-together.

As 5 pm rolled around, I got ready by changing into some comfy clothes and grabbing a glass of wine (just because). Then, at exactly 6 pm, we both logged onto Zoom and began chatting away like old times. Time flew by as we caught each other up on the latest happenings in our respective lives.

We talked about his job, mine too, our pets, hobbies, and anything under the sun. It felt amazing reconnecting with such an old friend after being separated for so long. Then suddenly, something happened.

An idea popped into my head that I couldn’t shake off. It was there, lurking beneath the surface of our conversation like a murky pond full of secrets waiting to emerge.

I didn’t want to, but I asked, “Hey, Vicky if you get time, would like to meet for lunch or dinner? It’s been a while, na.”

To which he replied, “Sure, sounds good. Any preference where?”

“How about my place?” I asked.

He agreed right away, saying, “Sure thing, I’d love to visit your place. Let me know when suits best.”

“So, how about Saturday night?”

“Sounds great! I’m looking forward to seeing you.”

We ended the call feeling giddy with anticipation. Little did either of us know what lay ahead. On Saturday afternoon, I cleaned the house, prepared food for two, and set up a comfortable space in my den.

At 7 pm sharp, there came a knock at the door. I opened it to reveal Vicky standing there wearing a casual outfit and a bottle of wine wrapped as a gift. His eyes lit up upon seeing me, and he gave me a big hug before entering.

We sat down in the den and started catching up over snacks and drinks. It wasn’t long before we got lost in conversation once again. Our talk veered towards personal matters like relationships, families, hopes, dreams, etc. Soon enough, dinner was served, and we devoured it happily.

During dessert, though, something unexpected occurred. Unbeknownst to either of us, the topic of sex crept its way into the discussion. We were discussing how lonely we were during lockdown when he said that sometimes watching porn helped relieve stress since his wife was stuck at a different location.

From there, one thing led to another. Suddenly, we found ourselves sharing our deepest desires and fantasies about what we wanted to experience sexually. It all happened so naturally, almost effortlessly. It seemed inevitable, given the circumstances.

Suddenly, he asked me about my fantasy which was never fulfilled and silly me. I also told him about my fantasy of someone eating my ass or doing anal. To my surprise, he started laughing after hearing my fantasy.

“How dare you laugh?” I exclaimed angrily. “I can’t believe you didn’t do it, even after being married for so long,” he said. After apologising, he confessed to me that his wife also liked it, so he has done it many times.

With those words alone, all of my defences crumbled. There was something magnetic about this man despite knowing he belonged to someone else. I could feel myself drawn closer and closer to him every second we spent together. All rational thought disappeared, leaving only primal instinct guiding my actions.

I know I was tipsy and that’s what was making me think like this. But somehow, someway, alcohol didn’t make any difference to me anymore. I reached out and gently touched his leg. He looked down at my hand, then back up at me, his expression unreadable.

So, without thinking twice, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. A bolt of lightning shot through my body, setting off fireworks within me. For a moment, nothing existed except the taste of his mouth, the softness of his skin, and the intensity of our first kiss.

The moment stretched into eternity until he pulled away, slowly breaking the spell.

Still holding his gaze firmly, I whispered, “Are you okay?” “Yeah,” he said hoarsely, his voice cracking slightly. “It’s just…” He trailed off, clearly unsure of himself now.

“What?” I urged him on. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”

He took a deep breath and spoke again, “I mean,” he paused, searching. Then I took the lead and leaned forward and started kissing him again, without thinking much.

It was more passionate than the previous one. My tongue darted between his parted lips, seeking refuge inside him. Suddenly, his hands grabbed my butt cheeks tightly, pulling me even closer to him over his lap. My heartbeat sped up as we continued exploring each other’s mouths.

In that instant, everything around us ceased existing. There were no rules, no boundaries, only pure desire driving us onward. After a few minutes passed by without saying anything else, Vicky’s hands started roaming on my back, exploring my skin under my top.

I moaned as he traced my spine, sending tingles throughout my entire being. Feeling bold, I reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest to my touch. The sight of his well-defined pecs made my heart flutter uncontrollably. As I caressed his muscles, I felt him grow harder underneath me.

His fingers slid beneath my bra, pinching my nipples, causing me to gasp audibly. My mind went blank, consumed by sheer lust. Without warning, Vicky picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. Laying me down on the bed, he removed the rest of my clothes, revealing my naked form to his hungry gaze.

Every inch of me belonged to him now. As soon as we finished undressing him, too, we began devouring each other like ravenous animals. Tongues danced in unison, tasting every corner of our mouths. Lips crushed together, desperately trying to express every emotion bubbling inside us.

Hands wandered freely across bare flesh, memorising every curve, every scar, every freckle. No detail was overlooked, and no sensation was spared. He started to kiss and lick my earlobes. I felt very ticklish, and at the same time, I loved it, too.

Now, his mouth moved lower towards my neck. He kept going further down till he reached my collarbone. As he licked along my jawline towards my chin, his breath smelled sweet like fruit juice. Then his lips met mine again, but this time, they lingered longer than before.

Gradually, his kisses came to my breasts, pausing briefly on each nipple, teasing them with his warm, wet tongue.  My whole body shook with pleasure as he sucked and nibbled on my sensitive nubs. Soon enough, my back arched off the mattress, begging for more attention.

I squirmed beneath him, my arousal building steadily as his mouth continued downward, tracing lazy circles around my navel. Finally, his lips reached their destination, landing gently upon my swollen clit.

At once, my hips bucked upward, urging him on, wanting him to take me completely. At first, he kissed it, using his tongue to trace little patterns around its perimeter. Slowly but surely, however, his movements grew bolder.

Gently, he pushed his tongue against my opening, probing deeper with each stroke. I let out a loud cry, my legs trembling from the intense pleasure coursing through me. My legs wrapped themselves around his waist, locking him in place as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

With every flick of his talented tongue, my orgasm grew stronger, bursting forth like a volcano erupting after decades of dormancy. It’s been years since my divorce. Somebody touched my clitoris. My eyes closed tightly, overwhelmed by the overwhelming bliss surging through me.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him down there between my legs, smiling. He said, smiling cheekily, ” Shruti, I still remember your fantasy, and your fantasy will be fulfilled today”.

I smiled back, saying, “Oh?” He replied yes and started sucking my swollen pussy again and slowly moved his way to my inner thighs and then knees. Then he made me turn and made me lay on my stomach. He started kissing my back thighs and started biting and licking them slowly.

After making me so aroused, he positioned himself behind me and slid his flexible tongue between my ass. I moaned loudly, and my asshole twitched involuntarily. Slowly but surely, he worked his way deeper, penetrating me with long strokes of his velvety tongue.

As he explored my tight hole, my pleasure soared to new heights, leaving me writhing helplessly beneath him. The feeling was incredible; never had I experienced such ecstasy! I was enjoying this ecstasy when he moved up on me and placed his rigid dick on my ass entrance.

I slowly started to push it in. Because my ass was already so wet with his saliva, his dick smoothly went in. He gripped my hip bones firmly, thrusting deeply inside me. His pace quickened, sending shockwaves of delight rippling through me. My moans echoed throughout the room, filling the air with raucous noises.

Sweat trickled down his brow, mingling with the perspiration coating my face. He then made me kneel on my fours. He positioned his hard dick on my wet dripping pussy and started thrusting. In and out, his massive cock filled me with blissful sensations.

Our bodies collided repeatedly, our groins slamming together in rhythm. With every stroke, my heart pounded faster, driven by the sheer intensity of passion coursing through me. I knew I was going to burst soon. I was on the verge of orgasm, and it was very hard for me to hold now.

As if reading my thoughts, he pulled out suddenly. I heard myself moan audibly in frustration. He turned me around and took my leg up onto his shoulder, and resumed fucking my pussy wildly. In seconds, I came undone. The world seemed to spin out of control, every fibre of my being ablaze with euphoria.

I cried out loudly, lost in the throes of pure ecstasy. He continued thrusting as hard and as fast as he could, and within seconds, I felt warm liquid in my pussy. He too cummed. We both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily. A few minutes passed.

I got up and brought water for us to drink. He came and hugged me tightly and asked me, “How am I feeling now?” I said, “Just awesome.” I haven’t had sex in the last five years. Finally, I did have one that too such a good one, thank you. He laughed, and we hugged again.

I never expected this to happen, but I was happy. I also shared my problem with him, for which I initially contacted him. He told me not to worry at all and suggested some solutions that would work.

It has been two days now since we had an amazing night, and we are planning for more such meetups. I, too, promised to keep it a secret and won’t interfere in his personal life. We both talked a lot during these days, and our friendship is growing day by day.

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Continuing from the last part. After inviting me into the house, she gave me water to drink, and noticing that I was still staring at her, she started questioning me.

Manasa: What happened, Anna?

Me (clearing my throat): Are you working out?

Manasa: Yes, I had a lot to drink the last few days and missed my workout session. Also, I got this sportswear today only, so had to try it out. How does it look, Anna? (Saying this, she rotated one and gave a pose.)

Me: It looks very good on you and you look very beautiful.

Manasa: I thought so too. I had it on display in the mall, so I just bought it.

Me: Nice, so did you go to the mall today?

Manasa: Yes, I had to do some shopping. I went to the workplace and, after discussing my research internship project, I got to know I might have to spend a few more days here. So I did some shopping today so I could have sufficient set of clothes. I knew she was making her reasons to stay and spend quality time. So I smiled and said, ‘Good’ and then asked her –

Me: What did you buy?

Manasa: I got a few more sets of this sportswear, some nighties, and a couple of dresses. I’ll show you later. Please freshen up while I complete my workout.

Me: Okay, take your time.

Then I got freshened up and casually put on a pullover and shots before getting out. Manasa was still working out and it was very hard for me to ignore her. So I just walked to the living room couch and started TV but kept watching her.

She felt my gaze on her, which satisfied her, and she continued with her workout, smiling. After some time, she stopped and turned to me when I was checking her figure. Then she asked making a shy face-

Manasa: What are you looking at Anna?

I subconsciously said ‘You’ and then I thought about what I just said and ignored it. Then I continued the conversation by saying-

Me: You do very hard exercise, Manasa, and also, your body is very flexible. Since when are you training?

Manasa: Don’t fool me, Anna. How is this called flexible? My belly fat started to show up and also I have some body fat here and there. I am getting chubbier day by day. So I started working out. It’s been 3 months now, but still no improvement as such.

Me: Stop thinking like that, Manasa. Girls should be a little chubby. And what belly fat you’re talking about? From what I can see, your belly looks perfect, and you are looking very beautiful as it is. Trust me when I say this: you have a very good body, which many guys will madly crush on.

Manasa (got shy and said): But I want to be skinny. I think that’s what attracts boys.

Me: No, girls should not be too skinny. If you ask me, you look perfect like this. You have been like this from childhood, and you were beautiful then, and you have become even more beautiful now.

Manasa: But I don’t have a good height, Anna. And now my body is also not skinny. So, I thought girls of my height are better off being skinny. I like taller guys so to be a better match to a guy who’s tall like you, I want to be skinny.

Me: What nonsense are you talking about? You will be perfect for any man in this world. Just look at you in the mirror, you are very beautiful and hot. You are perfect for any man in this world, and if anyone should have an inferiority complex, it should be the man and not you.

Manasa: Thanks for the compliment, Anna. But you are my Anna. So, it’s obvious you only have good things to say. But when we talk about outsiders, not everyone will have the same opinion.

Then I stood up, went to her, and dragged her in front of a mirror. After that, I pulled her beside me and kept my hand around her naked navel, which I always wanted to do.

Then I said: See, you are very beautiful. Look, as you said, even with my height, I look pale standing beside you, and this is how beautiful you are. Don’t change anything for others, and the person who loves you will like everything you have to offer as it is.

Manasa: I believe you, Anna.

Then she hugged me tightly sideways which made sure her boob was pressing on me. Her sweat had some kind of alluring aroma to it. After transferring all her sweat on me, she left her tight grip a little and said-

Manasa: Ayyo, I transferred all my sweat onto you.

Me (smiled and said): It’s worth it as I got a hug from the most beautiful girl in this world.

And I just pressed my hand a little which was still on her navel.

Manasa got shy and hit my hand for pressing her boob. Then she tried to leave my grip. I just loosened it a little, but still held my hand around the navel. So, she let me have my fun and said –

Manasa: Don’t pull my leg, Anna. How can I be most beautiful? Have you lost your vision?

Me: Why are you getting under-confident, Manasa? Look at you. If you are not the most beautiful then who is? From childhood, in my eyes, you have been the most perfect and beautiful girl and I can argue with anyone who says otherwise.

Manasa: You are like everyone, Anna. I am here, so you are saying this right just to make me happy. I have seen how close you were getting to Nancy when she was here. You are like all men.

Me (smiled and said): Is this the smell of jealousy?

Manasa: Nothing like that; you don’t have the guts to accept it, and I am saying just what I noticed.

Then I pulled her closer and stood behind her back with both of my hands on her navel and made her face mirror. I started slowly rubbing her navel and told her –

Me:  Yes, Nancy is very beautiful and hot too. But even if she is here, I still say you are the most beautiful girl, okay?

She was smiling and happy at my gesture, and navel rubbing had its effect, too. So she fully leaned on my back and said –

Manasa: No Anna, how can I be more beautiful than Nancy? Do you know, even in college most boys surround her all the time, and I cannot even count how many proposals she has got.

Me: That might be true, but I just say it’s the loss of those boys. Anyway, for me, you are the most beautiful girl. Everyone has a certain type they like. So, why are you discussing others and thinking of yourself as inferior? Just be positive and bring out your best for people who like you and appreciate your beauty.

Manasa: Right Anna, I got it. Also, I didn’t know you were such a sweet talker, Anna. You can charm any girl out there. So, have you found any sister-in-law for me here in Chandigarh?

Me (laughed and said): I still haven’t found someone as beautiful as you.

Manasa (smiled and replied): You might not find anyone if you keep me as a benchmark.

Me: Someone got her confidence back.

Manasa (laughed and said): Yeah, it’s all thanks to you. So Anna, if what you said is true and if you truly feel I am very beautiful and hot, then tell me honestly. Between me and Nancy, where do you feel I beat her in hotness and where in beauty?

Me: Now, you are getting naughty, and trying to get things out of my mouth.

Manasa: Come on, Anna, don’t trick me and tell me the truth.

Me: Okay, if you really want to know. To tell you the truth, everything you are from head to toe makes you beautiful and it’s very difficult to point at one thing. Look at you, for example, you have such long and beautiful hair. Also, your body as a whole is very beautiful too. At least I like such body structure, and if I come to your face, I doubt anyone can beat you as you have such fair and smooth skin, beautiful eyes, and cutest smile. So, it’s very hard to point out one thing.

Me: Also, even just by the facial beauty, Nancy doesn’t come close to you. But for me, the most beautiful thing is that small birthmark you have just under your eyes.

Saying that, I slowly touched it with my hand for a couple of seconds and again brought my hand back on her navel.

Manasa: Anna, I too like this birthmark very much, and with such good observation, I believe you about what you said earlier. So, now let’s talk about hotness, Anna?

Me: You are putting me in a tough spot, Manasa. How can I talk about my own sister’s hotness? Let’s just say you are super hot and leave this topic here, okay?

Manasa: No Anna, you cannot do that. Tell me now or I will assume you lied to me.

Me: But Manasa, hotness cannot be described as I described your beauty. It’s a completely different story, and it’s described by a more sensitive part of the body. It might be awkward.

Manasa: I am not a kid, Anna. So, just tell me and if you don’t want to feel awkward, then let’s say I am your girlfriend for the next five minutes. So, now tell me, what makes your sister, ohh sorry, your girlfriend, hot?

Me: You sure you want to do this?

Manasa: Yes absolutely.

Me: Okay, the first thing is definitely your lips; if it’s not hot, then what is? Also, as I said earlier, I like girls with slight fat here and there, which attracts me personally. So that’s why I feel you are very hot as it is. If I have to specify then it’s your figure. You have nothing in excess or anything is lacking. So men overall and I personally think that’s hot. That’s also the reason I think Nancy is lacking in a few compared to you. Now are you satisfied?

Manasa was holding my hand tightly, which was on her navel, then said: Your girlfriend is satisfied, and you have passed the test with flying colors.

Me: You have become even more naughty than before Manasa. If this roleplay of yours is done, why don’t you go and freshen up?

Manasa: Yes, I can do that Anna. If you have enjoyed it enough, then why don’t you remove your hands?

I was very embarrassed and quickly removed my hand from her navel.

She smiled and said: I’ll go and get a shower and change clothes. Then we can make dinner.

She happily went in to take a shower and told me to wait, and after the bath, she would show me all the dresses she bought today. I was very much looking forward to it. I was not able to handle her anymore, and every thought in my mind was saying don’t let go of her and get into her panties as soon as possible. And I was hoping it would happen today.

Then I noticed I still had the sweat she left on me which was enchanting enough to mess up my mind. But now she was telling me that she would again seduce me with all her sexy dresses. I thought this girl was getting bolder and bolder. I let her have her way for now, and once I got into her panties, I would definitely punish her till she cried and begged me for mercy.

After 10 minutes, she came out of the shower and asked to wait for her in the living room, and she would show all her new clothes. I sat down on the couch like a king. Then she went in to change her clothes, and after 5 minutes, she came out wearing a pink color knee-length dress and showed off her moves in front of me.

Me (smiled and said): It’s very good, and you look like a Barbie doll. (Also just joked and  added saying) You got 8 out of 10 for this.

She pretended as if she was angry and said: Anna, you said my taste is good and I like this dress, so you should give me ten on ten.

Me: Ohh, but what should I do if I like the next one even more? So, I kept some scope for improvement.

Manasa: That’s not fair. Tell me where you are cutting those two marks.

Me: I like this dress Manasa, but it’s a bit on the sexy side. But I personally like you in long dresses which are more classy or saree or lehenga which brings out the true Indian beauty which you are.

She was happy too and she originally put on this dress just to seduce me to some extent. But internally, she also liked the kind of dresses I mentioned. So she said –

Manasa: I didn’t get any Indian clothes, but I got a long dress. Let me show you. Wait here, Anna.

Then she went back to change and after 5 minutes, came out wearing a long blood-red dress with a tight fitting. After coming out, she showed off in front of me like last time, and she looked breathtakingly beautiful, just like a Greek goddess.

Me: You look like a goddess, Manasa. And I must say red looks most beautiful on you.

She was happy with my reaction and complimented me and asked: So, what’s the score, Anna?

Me: 10 out of 10. Oh, no, it’s still not enough, and it should be 15 out of 10.

She was happy with the score and came near me and showed off her curves again. Then she asked –

Manasa: Do you like what you see, Anna? And am I looking sexier too in this dress?

Me: It’s too hot to handle. Even in this cold, you are heating up the surroundings. It’s perfect for any Western dance party.

Manasa: Then why don’t you dance with me now?

She came to me, pulled me out, and played a song on her mobile. I told her I didn’t know how to dance to which she assured me she would lead and I just needed to follow her. Then she got close to me got my right hand interlocked with hers, and then led my left hand towards her navel. Then started moving to the beats.

She started looking at me and I was looking at her. It was like our eyes were talking with each other and our bodies were moving on their own. After some time, I started to lead her a bit. The beats of the song got a bit faster too and we did some spins and dips. It was getting hotter every second.

Then I moved my right hand to her thighs and gripped her navel, and with the other hand, I slightly lifted her. She also gave me access to her thighs, so I lifted her leg fully. Then I put my entire right-hand palm under her thighs and pulled her up, and also moved my left palm around her ass to support.

Once I lifted her, she came to my height, and she instinctively took both her hands out of my back. Then she placed it around my neck and brought her face near my face. Both our breathing was unstable and we were looking at each other very passionately. I knew both of us were waiting just for the other person to make the move.

I didn’t know if I should make any advances, but instinctively I took my chance. Then I used my left-hand palm, which I kept around her ass, to tightly squeeze her ass. She was already in the air and it acted like a trigger for her and slightly moaned.

But just when I thought of getting my long-awaited kiss, she put her face aside from mine, leaned her complete body on my body, and hugged me tightly. Her breathing was touching my neck and I knew her thoughts were disturbed at this moment. So I just thought of pushing it up a bit further before letting her go.

At this moment, she was fully under my control physically as I had lifted her in the air and locked her up completely. She had no option but to run unless I set her free, so I pretended to adjust her body on air only and moved her body a bit.

In that process, I tightly squeezed her thighs and ass, and this time, I didn’t pretend it was non-intentional, and even Manasa felt it. She was just getting a bit stable, and due to this action of mine, she again started to shiver, and I also heard a slight seductive moan leaving her. I enjoyed it completely and kept her in that position. I waited for another thirty seconds and then said-

Me: Manasa, you are very heavy.

This acted like a trigger and lightened up the tense mood. I don’t know what came up in her mind; she suddenly bit my collarbone very angrily and then jumped off me. It was a trigger for me and I was taken aback at this moment. She didn’t realize what it meant or what happened when you kiss another person’s color bone and how triggering it could be. But she was looking like an angry little tigress and told me –

Manasa: This is what will happen if you call me heavy again.

It was funny and I laughed and said –

Me: You bit me very hard, Manasa. Ok, it was my mistake to tease you. But punishment was too cruel, don’t you think? Or should I also use such methods to punish you if you make a mistake then?

Manasa: Whatever; who is afraid of you, Anna? And can you really punish me by biting me? I know you will never hurt me, and you cannot bear to see me crying, right?

Me: Don’t act all cute here. It will not work this time and you’ll pay for what you did. So, be ready for consequences, Manasa.

Upon hearing what I said, she started making faces at me. I just laughed it out and asked her if the perfume I gave was what she was wearing. For which, she smiled and said –

Manasa: Finally, you caught it haan, Anna? How is it?

I smiled and said: It’s very good, Manasa. It’s very attractive.

She smiled and said: Wait Anna, now I’ll show all my sportswear to you.

And then she ran back into my room. I just started laughing and waited for her to come out. She came out again, and I could see her wearing a pink sports bra and shorts, and she was looking very cute. She again posed a few times with expectations. I understood her and rated her very high with full marks for which she was very happy.

Then she showed off two more colored sportswear of red and white. I rated all of them very high, but I personally liked the red one more, as it showed off her sexy side and also enhanced her skin tone, which was a contrast to her sports bra’s color. I expressed my thoughts directly to her, and she was very happy to hear it and said red is also her favorite color.

Then I said: Ok, change and come back. Let’s start cooking.

She smiled and said she also brought some nighties so would wear them since we were not going out. I said okay but also had some expectations of seeing her in nighties. I just hoped it would not be a long nightie like the one she wore last night.

When she came out, I got the best surprise up till now. She was wearing a bathrobe kind of nightie and it was silky with just a knot separating from exposing what’s inside. On top of all, it was red color. It was only covering her thighs, and some parts of her legs above her knee were also exposed. Also, I was sure she only had a short-length top and shorts inside, so I just stood there staring at her. She was very satisfied with my expression and came near me and asked –

Manasa: Anna, how am I looking in this outfit?

I was in no way sane at that moment and said; “It’s too good, and there are no ratings for this. I cannot rate this at all. It’s out of this world.”

She was happy and showed around her moves. I was getting more and more aroused and had a thought to take her into bed, tie her up, and spank her for how she was seducing me. But then I thought it was very good progress that she was opening up, and with some more push, I could get into that nightie today only. There were still a lot more days to punish her and let me just focus on getting into her panties for today.

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Ab aage :-

Arush mere upar aa kar let gaye, aur meri chut jo panty ke andar thi uske upar apna lund ka dabaaw banata hai, aur chut ko panty ke upar se hi ghisne lagta hai.

Aisa lag raha tha jaise Arush mujhe chod raha tha, aur uska lund meri chut ki faank ko khol kar andar jaane ke liye tadap raha tha. Arush fir mere upar se utha, aur wo bed par baith kar apna underwear bhi utaar diya.

Maine usko kaha: Iski baat nahi hui thi.

To wo bola: Aap to mujhe chodne nahi dogi. To mujhe aapko dekhte hue hath se hi hilana padega.

Wo apna lund mere face ke paas laa kar hilane lage. Unka lund mere husband se kaafi bada aur lamba tha. Main wo dekh kar bas dekhti hi reh gayi. Wo apne lund ko tezi se hilane lage aur bolne lage-

Arush: Dekho Nandini bhabhi dekho, kaise mera lund aapki chut ke liye khada hai. Aapko chodna chaahta hai ye.

Main unki baat sun kar doosri taraf face kar li, aur unhone mera hath le kar apne lund pe laga diya. Unka lund kaafi garam aur mulayam tha. Maine apna hath jhat se hataya, aur unko bolne lagi-

Main: Ab aap jao.

Par wo lund ko aur tez hila kar apne lund ki pichkari mere boobs ke upar maar ke lund ki malayi se boobs ko bhar diya.

Fir wo mere paas aa kar let gaye. Main bhi kaafi der tak unke paas hi leti rahi, aur fir wo apne kapde pehan kar jaldi dobara aane ki bol kar chale gaye.

Unke jaane ke baad main bed par hi leti rahi, aur apni panty khol kar chut mein jo aag lagayi thi unhone, usko shant karne ke liye ungliyon se chut masalne lagi. Fir 2 ungliyan andar daal kar hilane lagi.

Unhone jo malayi apne lund ki mere boobs par chhodhi thi, usko apni jeebh se chaatne lagi, aur unka swaad lene lagi.

Mujhe bed par hi neend aa gayi, aur pata hi nahi chala ki main 2 ghante se so rahi thi. Main jaise hi uthi, apne aap ko aayine mein dekh kar nazar jhuka li, aur sharma gayi.

Kya maine ye galat to nahi kar rahi? Par mujhe ye jo bhi hua acha lagne laga tha, aur shayad mujhe bhi ye hi chahiye tha, jo Arush ji mere sath kar rahe the.

Maine apne kapde theek kiye, aur raat ka dinner banane lagi, aur fir main mere husband ke sath sone lagi.  Maine mere husband ko sex ke liye kaha. Par wo thake hue the, aur so gaye.

Maine raat ko chut mein ungli ki, aur bas aisa lag raha tha jaise Arush mere pair utha kar mujhe chod raha tha, aur meri chut dher saara paani chhodhne lagi. Fir main so gayi. Doosre din fir Arush fir aaya, aur meri tareef karne laga.

Wo bolne laga: Bhabhi aapke 36″ ke boobs (aur meri kamar mein hath laga kar bola), ye patli kamar aah bhabhi maza aa gaya tha kal aapke sath.

Main aap logon ko bata du, mera figure size hai 36-30-36, aur meri height 5’6″ ki hai. Main bilkul gori hu, aur lambe kaale baal hai mere. Arush fir mujhe room mein le gaya, aur mere blouse aur bra utaar ke dono boobs ko masalne laga.

Wo bolne laga: Aapke boobs ki daraar dekh kar maza aa raha hai.

Mera mangalsutra mere boobs ke beech dekh kar wo bola: Kaash ye mere naam ka hota, aur aapke boobs ke beech hamesha aisa hi main rehta.

Thodi hi der mein Arush ne mujhe baahon mein bhar liya, aur lips par lips rakh kar choosne laga. Wo mere sar ko pakad kar lips choos raha tha, aur main bhi uska sath dene lagi.

Arush: Aaahh yaar maza aa gaya Nandini bhabhi aapki ye muh ki meethi laar peene mein.

Wo mere gaal choosne laga. Mere sar aur peeth par hath ferne laga. Meri saanse lambi aur tez chalne legi. Wo fir mere boobs ko zor-zor se dabane laga, aur mere muh se aaah kar ke siskari nikli.

Main boli: Ooohhh aaah aah Arush ji, aaahhh, aaram se karo aahh. Oohh aaahh, Bahut shararati ho aap aaah.

Meri chut kaafi geeli ho chuki thi, aur chudai ka kaafi mann kar raha tha mujhe. Par mujhe limit mein hi rehna tha.

Unhone mere saare kapde utaar diye, aur sirf ek panty pehni hui reh gayi thi main. Fir unhone apne bhi saare kapde utaar diye underwear ko chhodh kar.

Unhone fir mujhe bed par lita diya, aur ek baar fir mere boobs choosne lage.

Main boli: Kitna choosoge? Isme dudh nahi aata.

To wo bole: Bhabhi aap 9 maheene wait karo, dudh bhi aa jayega isme.

Unhone fir apna underwear bhi khol diya, aur mere upar let kar chut ko panty ke upar se hi ghisne lage. Mujhe kaafi maza aa raha tha. Meri chut kaafi zyada paani chhodhne lagi.

Maine aankhen band kar li, aur chut mein lund ghisne ka maza lene lagi. Mere se bilkul raha nahi jaa raha tha. Main kaafi chudasi ho chuki thi, aur ab aisi haalat thi ki mujhe lund chut ke andar chahiye tha.

Maine ab mann bana liya tha ki aaj nahi to kabhi nahi. Fir maine apne hatho se panty pakdi, aur ek jhatke mein panty neeche kar di, aur Arush ji ka lund fach ki awaaz ke sath chut ke andar chala gaya.

Arush ek-dum se ruk gaya, aur apne lund ki aur dekha. Fir mere face par dekha. Main muskurate hue boli-

Main: Aur nahi raha jata Arush ji. Aapne meri chut mein aag laga rakhi hai.

Wo fir apne lund ka dhakka chut mein lagane lage, aur mujhe maza dene lage.

Main: Aaaahhhh Arush ji aaah. Oohhh, bahut maza aa raha hai. Aaah, aap to aaj meri khoob bajaoge ooohh aaahh.

Wo bolne lage: Aaah Nandini bhabhi mast maal ho aap, bilkul perfect. Ek-ek ang aapka mast hai. Kya figure paaya hai aapne bhabhi. Jab aap ko mera lund lena hi tha, to itne nakhre kyun ki bhabhi?

To be continued…

I froze there. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. It was Mayank uncle. His huge hands were squeezing mom’s ass. He lit his cigarette and took a drag. My eyes kept going back to his dick.

He had a massive dick. From the looks of it, it was at least 7.5 inches, that too when it was not hard. Upon getting hard, he must be reaching 8 inches.

“What’s the meaning of this?” I stammered, trying to process the scene in front of me.

“You see, Rahul, your mother and I go way back.” He took another drag and stroked his dick, looking at my mom lying naked. “I was a senior visiting a different university on an exchange program.” He stopped talking and looked at me. I was still in shock.

His words were passing through my ears, but I couldn’t make sense of them. Mom shifted in the bed and moved her hands around, patting them on the spot where Mayank was lying a few moments ago. When she could not feel him beside her, she got up and switched on the table lamp beside her bed.

Her hair was all over the place. She collected them and got on her knees, trying to find her hair band. Her gorgeous tits were moving left to right every time she moved her body. The hair on her pussy was gone. She was completely shaved, and it looked so different.

She tied her hair in a bun. She finally looked up, first at Mayank and then at me standing there, frozen in time.

“Shit.” She realised my presence. “Baby. Let me explain.” She moved towards me, but I stepped back.

“No need. I told him. He understands.” Mayank uncle took another drag and smiled.

“Oh, that’s good then.” She believed him instantly and smiled back. “Pass it to me.” She gestured at the cigarette in Mayank’s hand.

He took another drag, smiling at her. “I have something better for your beautiful lips.” He gestured with his eyes towards his dick. It was now hard and long like a rod. She smiled and bent down. She was on all fours on the bed, her ass pointing towards me and her face in front of Mayank’s 8-inch beast.

She brought out her tongue and moved it around the tip of his dick. He pulled his foreskin back to reveal his dark tip. She moved her tongue around the hole on his tip, kissing it in between movements. Mayank had thrown the cigarette and was caressing her back.

She was licking his dick like a dog trying to lick a candy. He helped her push the dick inside her mouth, and she took over from there. She went deep, taking almost all of his dick in her mouth. She was sucking as if no one was in the room, ignoring the presence of her son.

Her tits moved with the motion of her mouth on his dick. She was gagging on his dick, making slurping sounds and laughing between heavy breaths from the choking. He pulled out his dick and kept it on her face, the tip falling on her forehead and the balls on her lips.

She took the balls in her mouth, one at a time, switching randomly between sucking and licking them. Mayank had shaved dick and balls, which made her task a lot easy. He was stroking his dick while she sucked his balls. He grabbed her head and moved it up.

She opened her mouth, and he placed the tip of his dick on her lips. She waited eagerly like a dog with its tongue out. He came, and his thick cum filled her mouth, some of it getting inside her nose. She drank it all and wiped her lips, still on all fours, smiling as she cleaned the rest of cum from his dick.

I stood there watching her ass move playfully, enjoying the morning wood in her mouth. It made my dick hard, watching the slut in her completely taking over. A phone rang in the room suddenly, breaking my trance. Mayank’s uncle searched for his phone and found it below his pillow.

He picked it up and listened for a while, then replied, “I’ll be there in 10.” He threw his phone back and grabbed his underwear and pants from the floor.

“Sorry darling, but I have a meeting in Delhi today. I have to leave. We’ll catch up later.” He said, pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. He put on his shirt and moved towards the door, crossing me and stopping.

“I got a message from Rishi. Welcome to the family.” He smiled and patted me on my shoulder. I smiled back awkwardly. He opened the door and left.

Mom took a deep breath and yawned, falling back on the bed with her hands behind her head. Her knees were up, and her legs spread, revealing her clean and shaved pussy. It was not that different from the rest of her body.  It was a bit darker from the rest of her skin tone but the difference could not be made.

It was freshly shaved so tiny ends of growing hair stood up around her lips. She looked at me, and her eyes moved to the bulge in my pants, then back at me. She put two of her fingers in her mouth and sucked at them. Then moved the two fingers to her pussy, rubbing her already wet pussy.

“Come here, baby. Let mummy take care of you.” She looked at me again, spreading her legs farther away. All the blood in my body shot up to my dick. I looked away, distracting myself. She saw the look on my face.

“What happened, Rahul?” She asked, worry on her face.

“I am a bit tired, mom. I need a bath.” I told her and moved towards the washroom.

I undressed and looked in the mirror. My dick was super hard from the teasing. I shook my head and entered the shower. The warm water calmed my mind and helped me process the situation. I saw Mom sucking Mayank uncle’s dick, and it didn’t anger me.

I was simply in shock, but I was not repulsed. Because mom was happy. She was consensually getting fucked by him. As he said that they were old friends, so it all did make sense. The washroom door opened suddenly, and Mom entered.

She looked at me and picked up her toothbrush, putting some toothpaste on it. Now that she was standing in bright light, her body was clearly visible, and so were the marks on it. There were love bites on her neck, two small ones around her collarbone and a big one on the side of her neck, near the shoulder.

Her ass was reddish at some points, suggesting spanks that she had gotten the previous night. They had a wild night, and she was still horny. I smiled under my breath. Mom finished brushing and gargled. She wiped her face with a towel and grabbed her toiletries bag.

She pulled out a shower cap and put it on. She opened the shower door and entered. I was standing in the warm water as she walked in. She came close to me and hugged me tightly, her tits pressing on my chest. I hugged her back. We both stood there in the warm shower for a while, not speaking.

“Are you angry with me?” She asked, planting kisses all over my chest.

“Why would I be angry with you?” I asked, sliding my hand between her ass cheeks.

“Don’t answer a question with another question.” She bit on my chest.

I giggled and held her face with both my hands. “I am not angry with you. I’m just tired. It was a long night.” I planted a kiss on her lips.

“Are you going to remain in the shower till sunrise?” She turned off the shower, and I snickered.

We dried off, and she stayed back to take a piss. I went back into the bedroom and turned the heating up. The mornings were relatively colder in the mountains. I could not muster the strength to get dressed, so I got inside the thick blanket naked and lay down with my hands behind my head.

I stretched my legs and groaned. These past days had been beyond tiring, but it was all for Mom. I smiled again. Mom appeared from the washroom wearing a loose grey-coloured T-shirt, switching the lights off behind her. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it off completely, throwing it on the floor.

I looked at her in surprise. She crawled on me, moving her hands along my knees and then my thighs. She bent and kissed my thighs. My dick was soft, but the view of her tits hanging inside her T-shirt made my dick flinch. She moved up and kissed the skin above my dick.

I noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She filled her mouth with saliva and slowly drooled some of it on my dick, using her hands to stroke it while she sat on her knees on the bed. She used it as lube to massage my dick, making me hard again. I was still lying down with my hands supporting my head.

She stroked it a few more times and pulled back the foreskin. She got up and stood right on top of my fully-erect dick, trying to squat on top of it. She placed my dick on her pussy, positioning it on her hole. It went right in her pussy, and she groaned.

Her hands were now on my chest. She started riding me, going up and down on my dick. The sound of our thighs colliding filled the room, along with her moans. She was moaning more freely this time around, without the fear of any judgment.

She started moving faster, and the sounds of her “Ahhh…Fuck…Shit…” became louder. She slowed down, probably tired and leaned in to kiss my neck. I grabbed her and started fucking her, moving my hips and pushing my dick deeper inside her wet pussy.

She hummed in my neck, moaning and breathing with each stroke. Her teeth bit my chest and nipples as I increased my pace. I pulled my dick out and flipped her on the bed. She got on all fours, and I positioned myself behind her, placing my dick on her pussy.

Suddenly I noticed something in her asshole. I spread her cheeks, and it was a butt plug in her asshole. I pressed on it, and she took a sharp breath.

“What do I see here?” I smirked at her, moving my thumb over the circular part of the plug.

“It’s a surprise.” She moved her ass back, pushing into my hard dick. “For you.” She said.

I placed a kiss on her ass and slowly pulled the plug. She moaned in pleasure as the thicker part left her asshole, and the rest of the plug slid out. It was a big one, red. She must have made an excuse to stay back and put it in. I smiled and spanked her ass, squeezing it.

She was still moving it, eager to get fucked. I spread her cheeks again. Her asshole was shaved and cleaned, but it was still tight. I spit a huge load on it and moved my dick a little bit above the entry of her asshole. I pushed hard, and the tip went in. She screamed and grabbed the bed sheet with her hands.

I made another hard push, and half of my dick slid inside her asshole. She moaned as if she was out of breath. Her head was tilted to the ceiling. I assumed she was nearing her orgasm. I took my two fingers and brought them at her pussy from the front, inserting them deep.

She started moaning as I moved my fingers inside her pussy. I increased my pace, and she pushed her ass back, sliding my dick further into her asshole. She was breathing hard. Suddenly, I felt her pussy getting extremely wet and warm as her knees shivered.

Her heavy breaths were getting interrupted by her laughs and moans. I caressed her back over her T-shirt and squeezed her shoulders as she enjoyed her orgasm. My dick was now almost engulfed by her asshole. I pushed her T-shirt up to her shoulders, revealing her tits and erect nipples.

I started moving my dick, and she held the sheets once again. I increased my pace as her asshole started to loosen up. It was an amazing feeling being inside her this way. It was tighter and drier. She was enjoying it, moaning and laughing, then screaming in between, experiencing all sorts of feelings.

I soaked her ass and increased my pace to the fullest. She started to moan even louder, and I was almost ready to cum. I slowed down, pushing my dick deep inside and came. I spanked her ass and pulled out my dick. The heat was up so both of us were sweating hard.

Her T-shirt was completely drenched in her sweat, and she was panting hard, sweat all over her back and her tits. She fell on the bed, gasping for air. I fell on the other side, my breath short. I snickered, happy from the bottom of my heart.

She started laughing, and then, all of a sudden, the room was filled with laughter and heavy breaths. She got up after a few minutes going to the washroom to clean up. She had trouble walking, I could tell. Her T-shirt was still over her tits while the rest of her body was wet with sweat.

She came back around 15 minutes later. I had dimmed all the lights, and the room was dark. I held her hands and guided her to the bed. We cuddled as she slept naked beside me.

“What was Mayank talking about?” She whispered, half-asleep.

“He offered me a job. I accepted.” I replied, pulling her closer to me.

“Congratulations.” She said, kissing me on the cheeks. I fell asleep shortly in the warmth of her love.

Mummy ki chut par muh lagte hi unhone ek gehri saans li. Fir woh mera muh hatate hue boli.

Mummy – Ye ye ye kya kar raha hai beta?

Main – Wahi kar raha hu mummy. Jo aap bhi hamesha se papa se chahte the. Magar unhone sirf aapne hi bare socha. Aur aapki iccha ka unhone kabhi dhyan nahi rakha. Magar aaj main aapki woh iccha bhi puri kar dunga.

Meri baat sunke mummy chup ho gayi. Maine fir se aapna muh mummy ki chut par laga diya. Mummy ki chut ke bade bade baal mere muh par lag rahe the. Magar is waqt mujhe sirf mummy ki chut se behta kaamras dikh raha tha.

Jise main chaat chaat ke pe raha tha. Mummy ki chut ki tej mehak mujhe unki chut chaatne ke liye uksa rahi thi. Main aapni jeebh chalaye ja raha tha. Meri jeebh mummy ki chut ke daane se lad rahi thi. Jo unki chut se bahar nikla hua tha.

Maine abhi tak mummy ki chut theek se dekhi nahi thi. Magar use chua jarur tha. Mummy ki chut chu ke itna to Pata chal gaya tha ki unki chut ka daana bahar nikla hua hai. Meri jeebh mummy ki chut ke daane par padte hi woh ‘mmm’ ki awaaj kar rahi thi.

Main aapni jeebh chalaye ja raha tha. Tabhi ek dum se mummy uth ke beth gayi. Aur unhone mera sir pakad ke aapni chut se hata diya. Fir woh boli.

Mummy – Beta, aisa mat kar. Mere neeche aapna muh mat laga. Woh gandi jagah hoti hai.

Main – Kuch bhi ganda nahi hai mummy. Balki kisi aurat ka kaamras peene ka mouka bohut kismat wale mardo ko milta hai. Aur aapke neech se behta ye kaamras mujhe bata raha hai ki aap bhi hamesha se yahi chahte the. Mummy aap aaram se let jao. Aur is pal ka maza lo. Jo aap bhi hamesha se chahte the.

Aapni baat bolte hi maine mummy ke seene par hath rakhkar unhe peeche lita diya. Aur unke let te hi maine fir se aapna muh mummy ki chut par laga diya. Main mummy ki chut ka chamda kheech kheech ke chus raha tha.

Mummy neeche bichi hui kathri ko pakade hue thi. Mummy ne aapne dono ghutne mode hue the. Mera muh unke dono pairo ke beech unki chut ko lapa lap chaat raha tha.

Mummy ki chut chaat te hue main ek hath se unki chut ke daane ko ragadne laga. Fir main aapni jeebh mummy ki chut se chalata hua. Sidha unki gaand ke ched par le aaya. Aur jaise hi meri jeebh mummy ke gaand ke ched par lagi. Tabhi mummy uchal padi. Fir woh kap kapati awaaj mein dheere se boli.

Mummy – Hmmm, waha nahi beta waha nahi. Woh gandi jagah hai. Waha mat kar beta.

Mummy ki is baat ka maine koi jawab nahi diya. Main aapni jeebh mummy ki gaand se leke chut tak chalane laga. Mummy ki dabi dabi si tej saanse mujhe is baat ka ahsas dila rahi thi ki unko bhi aapni chut chatwane mein bohut maza aa raha hai.

Aur aaye bhi kyu naa. Aaj pehli bar unka khud ka beta unki chut aur gaand chaat ke unhe khus kar raha tha. Maine ek hath se mummy ki jangh ko pakda hua tha. Aur dusre hath se main unki chut ke daane ko ragadte hue unki chut chaat raha tha.

Ab mummy ko dugna maza aa raha tha. Aur idhar mujhe mummy ki chut ki tej mehak aur uska swaad dono mil rahe the. Jo harr jawan ladke ke liye amrit ke saman hai. Fir maine aapni jeebh mummy ki chut ke ander daal di. Fir main apni jeebh se mummy ki chut kuredne laga.

Chut ke ander jeebh jaate hi mummy ka hath mere sir par aa gaya. Aur woh mere baalo ko sehlate hue mera sir aapni chut par dabane lagi. Mummy ke aisa karte hi main samajh gaya ki unka pani nikalne wala hai. Aur waise bhi aaj pehli bar unki chut ko koi chaat raha tha.

Jisse unka khud ko rokna muskil ho raha tha. Main jeebh aur hath chalaye ja raha tha. Fir kuch der baad ek aahhh ke sath mummy ka shari aur unke pair kaampne lage. Mummy mera sir aapni chut par dabane lagi.

Mummy ka hath abhi bhi mere sir par tha. Main abhi bhi unki chut chaat raha tha. Mummy ki chut se rista pani ko main chaat chaat ke pe raha tha. Fir kuch der baad mummy ka hath mere sir se hat gaya. Ab mummy ek dum shaant ho gayi.

Mummy ko shaant dekhkar main mummy ki taango ke beech se uth gaya. Aur sidha jaake mummy ke bagal mein let gaya. Mummy abhi bhi aankhe band kiye tej tej saanse le rahi thi. Fir mummy ke bagal mein letkar main fir se unke dudh chusne laga.

Jaise hi maine mummy ka dudh muh mein dala. Tabhi mummy side mein aankhe khol ke mujhe dekhne lagi. Main mummy ke dudh chuste hue unhe dekhne laga. Mummy mujhe dekhte hue ek dum shaant thi. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Kya hua mummy? Aap ek dum shaant kyu ho gaye?

Mummy – Beta, ye kya kiya tune?

Main – Wahi kiya mummy. Jo har aurat chahti hai. Aur aap bhi kahi na kahi yahi chahti thi. Abhi aapne khud kaha tha ki har aurat is khushi ki hakdaar hoti hai. Aur aapka bhi mann karta hai ki Jo khushi aapne papa ko unka woh muh leke di thi. Wahi khushi aapko bhi mile.

Mummy – Ha beta magar….

Main – Mummy, kya aapko aacha nahi laga?

Mummy – Aacha laga beta. Magar jo tu hath se karta hai. Main usse bhi khus hu. Magar abhi tu mere neeche aapna muh laga raha tha. Tu janta hai neeche ye kitni gandi hoti hai. Aur to aur tu mere peeche bhi muh laga raha tha. Waha kon aisa karta hai.

Main – Mummy, jab aapne papa ka woh muh leke unhe khus kiya tha. Tab kya papa ne aapse kaha tha? Ki ye ganda ise muh mein mat lo.

Meri baat sunke mummy chup ho gayi. Fir main bola.

Main – Mummy, jab hum kise se pyaar karte hai. To sabse pehle uski khushi ka khayal karte hai. Agar aapne bhi shuru se yahi socha hota ki jo aap meri madad kar rahe hai. Woh galat hai.

To aap kabhi meri madad nahi karte. Magar aap mujhe bohut pyaar karti hai. Isiliye aapne meri khushi ke liye woh sab kiya. Aur aapne papa ke liye wahi kiya. Jo unhone kaha tha. Magar unhone aapki khushi ka nahi socha.

Magar mere liye aapki khushi sabse pehle hai mummy. Aur aapki neeche wali ye bilkul gandi nahi hai. Iske ander se jo pani nikalta hai. Woh bohut nasib walo ko peene ko milta hai. Magar shayad papa ke nasib mein ye sukh nahi tha. Mummy kya aapko abhi bhi lagta hai? Ki maine kuch kiya hai.

Aapni baat bolke main mummy se chipak gaya. Mera lund unke pet mein lagne laga. Mummy ne mujhe khud se chipka liya. Fir woh boli.

Mummy – Nahi beta tune kuch galat nahi kiya hai. Bas jab tune mere neeche muh lagaya. To bada ajeeb sa laga.

Main – Kyu mummy ajeeb kyu laga? Kya aapko aapne neeche chatwa ke maza nahi aaya.

Mummy – Nahi beta aisa nahi hai. Aacha to laga. Bas shuru mein ajeeb lag raha tha. Magar uske baad to mujhe kuch hosh hi nahi tha beta ki mere sath kya ho raha hai. Aisa ahsas maine pehle kabhi mehsus nahi kiya tha.

Main – Mummy, sach kahu. To aapko ye sukh deke. Mujhe bhi bohut aacha laga. Aur aapke neeche se behta ye kaamras bhi mujhe bata raha tha ki aapko bhi ismein bohut maza aa raha tha.

Meri baat sunke mummy smile karne lagi. Aur is bar maine aapna hath mummy ki gaand par rakh diya. Mummy se chipke chipke main unki gaand ko dabane laga. Mummy ki gaand ek dum rui jaise mulayaam thi.

Main unki gaand ko dabaye ja raha tha. Kuch der mummy ki gaand dabane ke baad maine fir se aapna hath mummy ki chut par rakh diya. Mummy ki chut fir se thodi thodi geeli hone lagi thi. Mummy ki geeli chut chu ke main bola.

Main – Mummy, kya aapke neeche wali hamesha aise hi geeli rehti hai? Jaise abhi ho rahi hai.

Mummy – Beta, agar kisi bhi aurat se gandi baate ki jaye. Aur uske dudh aur neeche chua jaye. To uska geela hona lajmi hai.

Mummy ki baat sunke main uth ke beth gaya. Tabhi mummy boli.

Mummy – Kya hau beta? Tu uth kyu gaya?

Main – Mummy, main fir se aapki neeche wali ko chaatna chahta hu.

Mummy (chock te hue) – Beta tune abhi to kiya hai. Aur tu fir wahi sab karna chahta hai.

Main – Ha mummy mera bohut mann ho raha hai. Aur aapke neeche se fir se pani nikal rah hai.

Meri baat sunke mummy chup ho gayi. Fir main unke pairo ke pass aa gaya. Aur bola.

Main – Mummy, kya aapka mann nahi ho raha hai? Ki main fir se aapke neeche waise hi muh laga ke aapko khus karu. Jaise maine abhi kuch der pehle kiya tha.

Mummy meri baat sunke chup ho gayi. Aur neeche dekhne lagi. Tabhi maine unka muh upar kiya. Aur bola.

Main – Batao na mummy. Kya aapka mann ho raha hai ya nahi?

Mummy – Haa ho raha hai beta.

Main – Mummy, fir aap aaram se let jao. Aur mujhe fir se aapko woh khushi dene do. Jo aap bhi chahti ho.

Meri baat sunke mummy aaram se let gayi. Main unki taange faila ke fir se unki chut chaatne laga. Is bar maine15-minute tak mummy ki chut aur gaand dono ko chaata. Mummy ki aache se tasalli ka di. Is bar mummy shuru se mera sir sehla rahi thi.

Beech beech mein woh mera sir aapni chut par bhi daba rahi thi. Pani nikalne ke baad mummy aaram se leti hui thi. Fir main bhi jaake mummy ke bagal mein let gaya. Mummy ke bagal mein let te hi main unke dudh dabane laga.

Mummy ek dum shaant hoke leti hui thi. Aur woh aapne charamsukh ka aanad le rahi thi. Tabhi ghar ki light aa gayi. Mummy mujhe dekhne lagi. Mujhe dekhte hue mummy boli.

Mummy – Beta, light aa gayi. Chal neeche chalte hai.

Mummy ki baat sunte hi maine unka hath aapne lund par rakh diya. Aur bola.

Main – Mummy, maine to aapka pani 2 bar nikal diya hai. Magar aapke neeche chaatne se mera lund bohut jayada tight ho gaya. Aap pehle ise shaant kar do.

Mummy – Beta, yaha thodi thodi roshni ho gayi hai. Hum dono neeche chalte hai. Aur neeche tere kamre mein main ise shaant kar dungi.

Mummy ki baat sunke main uth gaya. Mummy ne bhi aapni mexi theek kar li. Fir maine bister samet liya. Fir hum dono neeche mere kamre mein aa gaye. Kamre aate hi mummy boli.

Mummy – Beta, tu yahi ruk main neeche tere papa ko dekh ke aati hu.

Main – Are mummy chhodo naa papa ko. Woh to so rahe honge. Aap ye dekho na kaise khada pada hai.

Mummy – Ha beta woh main dekh rahi hu. Magar tere papa ko dekhna bhi jaruri hai. Tu yahi tuk main bas ek minute mein aati hu.

Mummy ke jaate hi maine kamre ki light jala di. Fir maine aapna kaacha pura nikal diya. Aur khade khade aapna lund sehlane laga. Aaj mummy ki chut chaat ke sach mein maza aa gaya. Unki chut chaat kar mann kar raha tha ki abhi aapna lund usmein daal du.

Magar pata nahi kyu aaj mujhe bhi mummy ke sath bina chudai ka ye khel khelke maza aa raha tha. Aur rahul bhaiya ne bhi mujhe mana kiya tha. Isiliye main aisa nahi karta chahta tha. Main aapne kamre mein khada aapna lund ko dekh raha tha.

Jo mere precum se geela tha. Tabhi maine kapda uthaya. Aur aapne lund ko saaf kar diya. Jisse mera lund sookh gaya. Fir 2-minute baad hi mummy mere kamre mein aayi. Aur mujhe pura nanga dekhkar unki aankhe badi ho gayi.

Mummy mere lund ko kha jaane wali nazaro se dekh rahi thi. Tabhi mummy mere pass aayi boli.

Mummy – Beta, ye tune aapna kaccha kyu nikal diya.

Main – Mummy, mera lund kuch jayada hi tight ho gaya hai. Isiliye ye kacche mein atak raha tha. Isiliye nikal diya. Aur waise bhi is kamre mein aapke aur mere siva aur kon hai.

Meri baat sunke mummy bed par aake beth gayi. Mummy ke bethte hi main unke bilkul pass chala gaya. Mere pass jaate hi mummy ne mera lund pakad liya. Mera lund pakadte hi woh use aage peeche karne lagi.

Mummy mere lund ko bade pyaar se aage peeche kar rahi thi. Main khada khada unhe hi dekh raha tha. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Mummy, main aapki godi mein let jao. Fir aap ise sehla ke shaant kar dena.

Mummy – Let ja beta.

Mummy ki baat sunte hi main bed par aa gaya. Mummy waise hi aapni taange latkaye bed par bethi hui thi. Bed par aake main mummy ki godi mein sir rakhkar let gaya. Aur mere let te hi mummy ne fir se mera lund pakad liya.

Aur woh use upar neeche karne lagi. Mummy ki godh mein leta leta main unke dudh ko dabane laga. Mummy mera lund upar neeche kiye ja rahi thi. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Mummy, mera ye sookh gaya hai. Aap ispe thoda thuk laga do. Usse mujhe dard bhi nahi hoga.

Meri baat sunke mummy mujhe dekhne lagi. Fir unhone aapne muh mein dher sara thuk liya. Aur meri lund ki taraf jhukkar sara thuk uspe tapka diya. Mummy ka thuk mere supade se hota hua neeche tak aa gaya. Jisse mera pura lund geela ho gaya.

Ab mummy bade aaram se mere geele lund ko upar neeche kar rahi thi. Mummy ka hath pura thuk se geela ho chuka tha. Jisse woh mere lund par sata sat chal raha tha. Aur idhar mein leta leta mummy ke dudh unki mexi se bahar nikalne ki koshish kar rahi tha.

Magar jab main kai bar koshish karne ke baad bhi unke dudh nahi nikal paya. Tab mummy ne khud aapne dudh ko bahar nikal liya diya. Aur dudh ke bahar aate hi maine ek bacche ki tarah unke dono dudh ko bari bari se chusne laga.

Ab mummy mujhe kisi bhi cheej ke liye mana nahi karti thi. Kyuki ab hum dono kafi jayada khul chuke the. Isiliye aaj jab maine unki chut ko bhi chaata. To unhone jayada kuch nahi kaha. Aur mere samjhne par woh jald hi dusri baar bhi chut cnatwane ke liye maan gayi.

Jaise hi maine mummy ke dudh chusne shuru kiye. Tabhi woh mere lund ko jaldi jaldi upar neeche karne lagi. Geele hone ki wajah se mummy ka hath jaldi jaldi chal raha tha. Ab mera bhi pani nikalne wala tha. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Mummy, mera nikalne wala hai.

Jaise hi maine ye baat kahi mummy ne mera lund chhod diya. Main turant uth ke bed ke neeche aa gaya. Aur neeche aate hi mummy ne fir se mera lund pakad ke use aage peeche karna shuru kar diya. Fir kuch der mein mere lund se pani tapakna shuru ho gaya.

Aur is bar mummy ne aapna hath bhi nahi roka. Woh tab tak mere lund ko halke halke aage peeche karti rahi. Jab tak mere lund se pani ki aakhiri bond tak nahi nikal gayi. Meri aakhiri bond nikalne ke baad mummy ne mere lund ko thoda hilaya.

Fir unhone mere lund ko chhod diya. Mummy ki nazar abhi bhi mere lund par thi. Jo pani nikalne ke baad bhi dheela nahi hua tha. Mummy ke lund chhodte hi main unke samne aapne lund ke supade ko kholne band karne laga.

Tabhi mummy bed se uthi. Aur kapde se neecha gira pani saaf karne lagi. Pani saaf karne ke baad mummy khadi ho gayi. Aur boli.

Mummy – Beta, ab to kaccha pehan le. Ab to tera ye shaant ho gaya.

Main – Aisa kya ho gaya mummy? Kya aapko abhi bhi mujhe nanga dekhkar sharam aa rahi hai?

Mummy – Ab sharam kaha reh gayi hai beta. Bas tu nanga khada tha. Isiliye bol diya.

Mummy mera lund hi dekh rahi thi. Jise main unke samne band khol kar raha tha.

Main – Abhi pehen lunga mummy. Bas ye thoda dheela ho jaye. Pani nikalne ke baad bhi ye ab tak khada hua hai.

Mummy – Ha beta woh to main dekh rahi hu. Chal ab main chalti hu.

Main – Mummy, thodi der ruk jao naa. Thodi der baad chali jana.

Mummy – Beta, tu pagal ho gaya kya? Time dekh raha hai. 1 baj raha hai.

Maine time dekha to sach mein 1 baj raha tha. Aaj sach mein time ka pata nahi chala. Itni der tak aaj tak main aur mummy kabhi nahi jaage the.

Main – Mummy, bas thodi der ruk jao naa.

Mummy – Beta, aisa kya ho gaya hai? Jo tu mujhe rokna chahta hai.

Main – Mummy, mera mann fir se aapke neeche chaatne ka kar raha hai.

Mummy – Ye kya keh raha hai tu? 2 bar karne ke baad bhi tera mann nahi bhara kya?

Main – Pata nahi kyu mummy? Bas mann kar raha hai.

Mummy – Beta, ab bas kar. Main bhi thak gayi hu. Aur time bhi to dekh 1 baj raha hai. Chal ab so ja. Subha dukaan par bhi to jana hai.

Aapni baat bolke mummy chali gayi. Fir main bhi kaccha pehen ke so let gaya. Kuch der main mummy ke bare mein sochne laga. Fir mujhe bhi neend aa gayi. Fir subha 8 baje mummy mujhe jagane aayi. Jaise hi meri nazar mummy se mili.

Woh mujhe dekhkar smile karne lagi. Aaj mummy ka chera khila khila dikh raha tha. Aaj pehle ke mukable mummy ke chere ki rangat jayada dikh rahi thi. Mummy ko kuch der dekhkar main uth gaya. Fir main fresh ho gaya.

Mummy ke kamre mein unka intezaar karne laga. Fir kuch hi der baad mummy bhi kamre mein aa gayi. Kamre mein aate hi mummy ne almari se aapni bra aur saree nikali. Aur use pehnne lagi. Aaj mummy halke gulaabi rang ki bra pehen rahi thi.

Jo unke upar bohut aachi lag rahi thi. Mummy ke dono dudh bra mein phaad jaise tann gaye the. Main betha betha mummy ko hi dekhe ja raha tha. Hum dono ek dusre ko dekhkar smile kiye ja rahe the. Aur hamari aankhe ek dusre se baate kar rahi thi.

Tabhi main utha aur maine jaake mummy ko peeche se pakad liya. Mere hath sidha mummy ke dudh par chale gaye. Tabhi mummy boli.

Mummy – Kya kar raha hai beta? Mujhe kapde to pehnne de.

Main – Pehen lena kapde mummy. Waise bhi kapde kaha bhaage ja rahe hai.

Mummy – Ab kapde nahi pehnu. To kya tere samne aise hi khadi rahu?

Main – Waise mujhe to koi aitraaz nahi mummy. Aap to mujhe harr roop mein pasand ho. Bas aapko is roop mein dekhkar. Mere kacche ke ander betha ghoda uth ja jata hai.

Mummy – Ha beta woh to main itne waqt se dekh hi rahi hu. Chal ab chhod bhi de mujhe.

Main – Waise mummy aap ye peticot aapni nabhi se upar kyu pehente ho. Aap bhi baaki aurto ki tarah saree nabhi se neeche pehna karo.

Mummy – Beta, mera pet bahar nikal hua hai. Aur bahar nikle pet par nabhi se neeche saree aachi nahi lagti hai.

Main – Are mummy aapka pet itna bhi nahi nika hua hai. Aaj aap aapni saree nabhi se neeche pehno. Aap usmein aur bhi jayada aache lagoge.

Mummy – Are beta rehne de. Maine waise saree kabhi nahi pehni hai.

Main – Mummy, pehni to aapne panty bhi nahi thi. Magar aaj meri pasand ki panty pehnte ho. To ab saree aise pehnne mein kya dikkat hai?

Mummy – Tu nahi manega beta. Jab tak aapni ziddi puri nahi karwa leta. Tab tak manta nahi hai.

Meri baat sunte mummy ne aapne petticoat ka nada khol diya. Aur nada kholte hi mummy ka peticot dheela ho gaya. Aur mujhe mummy ki kali v shape wali panty dikhne lagi. Mummy mujhe aapni panty dekhte hue dekh rahi thi. Tabhi woh boli.

Mummy – Aise kya dekh raha hai beta?

Main – Dekh raha hu mummy. Kya aapne meri pasand wali hi panty pehni hai nahi.

Mummy – Ha beta wahi panty pehni hai. Jo tune laake di thi. Ab kya tu mujhe panty mein dekhna chahta hai?

Main – Ha mummy aapko ek bar is bra panty mein dekhne ka mann ho raha hai.

Mummy – Beta, tu fir subha subha shuru ho gaya.

Main – Mummy, kal raat mein bhi hum dono bina kapde ke sath mein the. To agar main aapko panty mein dekh bhi leta hu. To ismein konsi badi baat hai. Kya ek bar aap mujhe dikha nahi sakte ho?

Aapni baat bolte hi maine mummy ke hatho se unka peticot pakad liya. Mummy ne bhi mujhe ek bar bhi nahi roka. Mummy ka peticot pakadte hi maine use chhod diya. Aur mere chhodte hi peticot neeche zameen par gir gaya.

Ab mummy mere samne gulaabi bra aur kali panty mein khadi thi. Main mummy ke peeche khada tha. Isiliye meri sabse pehli bar mazar mummy ki badi gaand par gayi. Jo panty mein puri tarah sama nahi rahi thi.

Kali panty mummy ki badi gaand par ek dum kassi hui aa rahi thi. Jisse mummy ki gaand aur bhi jyada khoobsurat lag rahi thi. Peeche se ghumke main mummy ke samne aa gaya. Aur samne se mummy aur bhi jyada khoobsurat lag rahi thi.

Mummy mujhe hi dekhe ja rahi thi. Main mummy ke is kamuk roop ko dekhkar khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha. Fir main bola.

Main – Mummy, aap is bra panty mein bohut sundar lag rahe ho.

Meri baat sunke mummy ke chere par sharam ki laali aa gayi. Fir woh boli.

Mummy – Ab to dekh liya naa beta. Ab bas.

Aapni baat bolte hi mummy ne peticot utha ke use aapni nabhi se neeche bandh liya. Mummy ki nabhi gol aur gehri thi. Jo dekhne mein itni khoobsurat thi ki agar koi use dekh le. To woh use dekhe bina reh nahi paye.

Mera mann to kar raha tha ki main aapni jeebh mummy ki gehri nabhi mein daal du. Aur use jeebhar ke chaatu. Fir mummy ne aapni saree aur blouse bhi pehen liye. Aur aaj mummy ki saree nabhi se neeche thi. Jismein woh aur jayada khoobsurat lag rahi thi.

Kapde pehenne ke baad mummy pooja karne lagi. Fir hum dono ne nasta kiya. Aur nasta karne ke baad main dukaan par aa gaya. Dukaan par aake maine rahul bhaiya ko sab bata diya. Aur woh bhi ye jaan kar khush ho gaye.

Ki ab mera muh ab mummy ki chut tak pauch gaya hai. Rahul bhaiya ne mujhe bataya ki ab mujhe aage kya karna hai. Dukaan par betha betha main yahi soch raha tha ki main mummy ki chut chu chuka hu. Chaat chuka hu. Magar abhi tak maine unki chut dekhi nahi hai.

Magar aaj maine soch liya tha ki aaj main mummy ki chut dekh ke hi rahunga. Aur shayad aaj mummy bhi mujhe mana nahi karengi.

The 5 Indian girls laughed and cheered as James danced for them. He thrust and wiggled his hips for the girls as he sang and danced against the pole in the room. James wore a pink glitter thong panty, pink 2-inch high heels, and a pink cowboy hat with a sparkled pink band on it.

James wiggled and ground his hips as he looked seductively at the giggling girls. He was covered in glitter and was a total sissy boi. He sang ‘Pink pony club’ for the girls as though he were dancing in a club for sissies and queers.

James certainly was a sissy boi because he was only allowed to wear tiny girly panties. One of the Indian girls, Prits, made certain that James wore panties. She had turned him into a panty-boi a few years ago, and she was very proud of that.

But Prits was even more proud of her Girl Power transformation on James. Prits had turned James into a cock-gobbling sissy boi. James spent several hours every day sucking on cocks, demonstrating his biggest passion in life. He slurped and bobbed on Indian cocks with intense desire and advanced skill.

James was the cock-whore of India and gobbled more cocks than anyone could imagine. But tonight, he was a strip-tease pole dancer for the amusement of Indian girls. James danced sensually and sang the song, ‘Pink Pony Club.’

Prits and her girlfriends laughed and cheered for James. They rolled out a pink sheet cake with the words “James, the girly girl!” on it. The cake was set on the floor in front of James. James danced up to the cake and stepped over it. Then fell on his butt hard into the cake with a THUD! and a SPLAT!

The Indian girls cheered wildly. James wiggled his butt into the cake and started bouncing up and down on his butt on the cake. His cheeks repeatedly smushed into the cake and icing as he bounced.

James sang and bounced as he blushed with embarrassment. Prits cheered for his embarrassment. She loved it when James felt embarrassed for any reason.

Prits and her Indian Girl Power made James wear panties. She then made him suck cocks extensively. Now she was causing him to bounce on his butt in a pink cake. This had to be so very embarrassing for James.

Prits made James take a shower. He washed all that glitter off of him and the cake off of his butt, hips, and thighs. He then dressed in a tiny purple stringy thong with purple fishnet thigh-high stockings.

Prits and the girls took James to a party of 40 Indian girls. When James walked in, the girls flocked to him and giggled. They surrounded him, and a few of the girls slapped his butt cheeks. The girls were so excited to have sissy entertainment.

James danced and ‘Girls just wanna have fun’ for the girls. After a sensual and amusing show for the girls. James was escorted off the stage, where 38 Indian guys greeted him. James was fed the cocks of all 38 of those Indian guys. Sucking Indian cock was truly James’ full-time job and passion.

A number of those Indian guys were multi-orgasmic, so they power plunged James’ tonsils for a very long time. Those guys grabbed his ears and used them as face-fuck handles. Those Indian guys had thrust and pumped their hips with so much power and authority.

James’ watering eyes fluttered and spun in dizzying submission. After 6 hours of non-stop gobbling cock, James finished guzzling all the cum, and he sat in utter humiliation. His brain was disoriented as he panted to catch his breath and licked his cum-drenched lips.

James returned to the stage and sang ‘I wanna be loved by You’ and ‘Hanky Panky’ for the girls. The girls in the room were hilariously amused. Prits and her girlfriends took James back to her place.

James put on a French Maid uniform and then cooked all the girls dinner. After dinner, Prits allowed James to have some dessert. Prits brought in 14 Indian guys, and James was ordered to suck each guy dry.

James slurped, slobbered, sucked, and savoured each cock. He gobbled, gulped, and guzzled mouthful after mouthful of Indian cum. Prits ordered James to climb up on the sofa on his hands and knees and arch his lower back to pooch his butt in the air.

His French Maid dress was so short that it did not cover his butt cheeks when he bent over. So his sweet butt cheeks were on display for all the girls. Prits and her friend Jane took turns swinging a large sorority paddle and spanking James. The paddle had the words ‘Girl Power’ printed on it.

They smacked James’ butt cheeks into a red-hot burning glow. James then did a curtsy for Prits and Jane and went to his bedroom. He lay in bed and whimpered for his sore butt.

In the morning, James was awakened when a group of 26 Indian guys walked into his bedroom. He got out of bed and knelt on the floor, and sucked all 26 of those guys dry. Before noon, James had sucked off another 15 Indian guys.

Prits then took James to a public park where 44 Indian guys were waiting. James sucked all of those guys off. Around dinner time, James sloppy slurped the cocks of an additional 64 Indian guys. That night, James went to a huge party.

Before the party was over, James had performed 68 blowjobs. When Prits took James back home, another 24 guys were waiting. Prits spanked James and sent him to bed. James lay in bed and blushed. He rubbed his sore butt. His cumdrunk brain reeled with intense embarrassment.

He had sucked 241 Indian cocks that day. He whimpered in defeat and blushed. Pathetic Pitiful Panty-Boi! Prits went to bed, smirking. She ruled James with her feminine dominance. She was very happy that James was totally embarrassed. She drifted off to sleep peacefully, and she slept very well.

Prits knew that she was powerful. Pretty Powerful Prits!

The next morning, Prits and Jane woke James up and announced that he would have a day of pampering and cock sucking. Both girls knew how much James loved having Indian cocks in his mouth. But they also wanted to reward him for his slutty behaviour.

The girls took James to a spa for total body waxing, doing his hair, manicure, pedicure, skin treatment, eyebrow shaping, and facial. Then, the girls took James to a shopping mall and bought him a new matching lingerie set, a short pleated skirt, a new top, and a full makeover.

James looked so adorable and effeminate. Only Prits and Jane knew that he wasn’t an actual female. Prits and Jane dropped James off at a university where the entire men’s soccer team kept him on his knees for 4 hours.

James stumbled out of the locker room with all of his lipstick rubbed off, his mascara running down his face, and his hair a mess. He was baffled and cumdrunk. 32 Indian guys had just hardcore used him for their pleasure.

Prits flipped his skirt to slap his butt and noticed that his thong panty was only half on.

“What happened to your thong?” she asked.

James stared at her and stammered, “They yanked them down as 4 guys took me up the butt!”

Prits and Jane collapsed into each other in hilarious laughter.

“Oh my god…our cock-gobbler is now a peg-a-licious slut!” laughed Prits.

James grunted in embarrassment as he rubbed his sore butt and straightened his panties.

“How deep did they go?” smiled Prits.

“So so so deep! So deep that I saw stars!” pouted James.

Oh my! Really? That deep?” giggled Prits.

“Balls deep in my mouth and balls deep in my ass. I’m just a slutty sissy for Indian cock!” whimpered James.

Prits and Jane laughed at James and his embarrassment. James pouted and shoved his fists on his hips. All of them knew that James was a slutty sissy for Indian cock. Prits kept him in that place.