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As long as you have a partner willing to lend her lips. In my case, my partner is my Raveena (mother). My father died and left behind a very young beautiful widow. Although my Raveena has overcome the financial problem by starting a tailoring job, there is something still missing from her life.

A life partner that she deserves, someone who would love her emotionally, physically, sexually while she is in her best years of life. As a son, I was there to emotionally support her, but sexually? Till a couple of months ago, I wouldn’t even think of doing such things to her.

But the situation has changed. She is no longer just a mother to me. I have had to myself take up the responsibility to satisfy her fully and so I did. There was no exchange of words. Just warm kisses as I gently pressed my face against her’s. My hands were shaking as I lowered them to undress her.

But she firmly guided my hands so I could remove her sari, unhook her blouse and take the underwear off, all while still kissing. As I stripped her entirely out of her clothes, she did the same for me. Unbuttoning my shirt, pulling down my pants.

Within a couple of minutes, we both were completely naked and wrapped in each other’s arms. For a moment I just wanted to sit at a distance and admire her beautiful body, making her turn around and show herself to me. I have seen her in underwear before but never fully nude.

But that was not the right moment, the feeling of her warm body on me was extremely pleasurable for me to do anything else. Her breasts pressing against my chest, our birthing organs rubbing against each other and our lips in contact all this time. It was overloading my senses.

That voluptuous body I was feeling all over. Those huge breasts that persistently teased me with their cleavage. Those perky nipples that got hard after I squeezed with my thumbs. Running my hands down her slightly big belly and grabbing her bum. Massaging those butt cheeks, squeezing them together and pulling them apart to reveal the hole in between.

Rubbing my dick over the slits of her vagina as I stared deep into her innocent eyes. I knew that any moment we were going to engage into something unexpected, something forbidden; the sweet taboo. All I had to do was ask,

“Raveena I want to have sex with you. Will you…?”

This was easy, perhaps too easy. I knew it was my birthday and that Raveena would do anything for me. But asking this from her would be perhaps too much. As I shared my fantasy with my best friend Arjun, the expressions on his face scared me.

What if Raveena felt the same? Or worse. What if she beats me as a punishment? What if she throws me out of the house? Or what if she locks herself in the house? What if she leaves me never to be seen again?

The reward was high but so were the risks and the conflict to choose which over which was tremendous. As I walked towards home I was still confused whether to ask her or not. And my friend Arjun, he was not helping. He was trying to explain to me how incest is wrong although he couldn’t convince me why it is wrong.

While we walked towards home, Arjun kept talking while I continued to think. “Aree Jegan, how are you? How is Aunty?” asked a skinny thin mustache man. He was a raggedly dressed middle-aged vegetable seller standing at the roadside who called me as I walked.

“Ta..ra..n.” I grunted his name in a low tone as I felt like punching his disfigured teeth in and dropping him on the ground. “Tharki (pervert) saala,” I told Arjun as we continued to walk without responding to Taran’s question. Ever since that fucking tailor suggested my mother wear those low cut blouses, her huge exposed cleavage was attracting many sexual predators.

This Taran was one of them. I didn’t realize this at first. He was selling us vegetables at a lower rate as a condolence after my father passed away. At times he was kind enough to deliver the vegetables at home in the evening. But slowly a pattern emerged.

Taran was a hardworking man and would personally handpick the vegetables to any customer that arrive. But it happened quite a few times that whenever my mother came to him, he would be suddenly busy on his phone. Just so he could see Raveena bend over to pick the veggies while he ogled her chest.

He even reduced the height of the table so that she would have to bend further down. The times when he delivered the vegetables home, would always coincide with when Raja the ugly tailor was home. The other day I was pretty sure that I saw someone peeping through the window while my Raveena was in her underwear trying on the new blouse.

“What an asshole!” Arjun cursed as we continued to walk. “Why didn’t you catch him?” he asked. But I had no words that would convince him. Thankfully before he demanded the answer, Arjun saw someone and went to help. It was an old man who fell on the road.

“Dada Broju,” I grunted, yet again. While Arjun got him settled on a bench roadside, I didn’t buy his bluff. He was the other pervert, a level higher than Taran I must say. “Don’t believe that old fart,” I said to Arjun as we took our final steps towards home.

“I’ve seen him fall countless times whenever Raveena was around just so he could feel her breasts when she picked him up.” Arjun was shocked to hear this but I learned it by then, ‘Old man doesn’t mean good man.’

“There was this one time…” I continued, “… he planned it such that he fell on her chest with his face wedged in her cleavage. Then grabbing her tits with his hands he tried to shove his face deeper while pretending to do the opposite.”

Arjun was speechless as we walked towards the doorstep. I was about to ring the bell when I heard voices from inside. We went around and peeped through an open window. It was that harami Raja with another one of his lessons. My mother was in her white bra-panty while he stood behind her.

While she was wearing the blouse, he was rubbing his erection on her butt. Raveena pretended to not notice. “This has to stop, why do you put up with these perverts?” he asked me again as we hid under the window to avoid suspicion. He asked but I couldn’t reply as I can’t tell Arjun one little secret of mine.

The fact that I once dreamed my mother having sex with all three at the same time while the entire neighborhood watched from outside the windows. The worst part was that I was sitting on the bed but I didn’t stop. Although I don’t want this to happen in reality, I liked fantasizing Raveena having sex with different men in the neighborhood.

I was sitting on the bed with a boner in my pants. I was stroking it hard as I saw Raveena being violated through all three of her holes. They had kept Raveena on a table completely nude. Broju the old man who was very much shorter than Raveena had his head resting on her chest using her right boob as a pillow while he played with her left tit.

His dick was shoved deep in her pussy at the same time. Meanwhile, Raju, the bald tailor had her legs spread apart and pounding her asshole. And the third, Taran, the vegetable guy drilling inside her mouth as he rested his ass on her face. Meanwhile, my Raveena whose head was laid back was looking at me upside down as tears came out of her eyes and rolled down up her forehead.

All the perverted crowd meanwhile threw money from the window cheering Raveena’s name, begging to let them in. I could see the pain in her eyes but my hand continued to milk my cock desperately waiting for my turn to cum. It was bad and yet it felt so good.

Although I cursed the perverts of the locality, I had started to enjoy seeing Raveena being teased. So how could I stop them from doing the same? “Tell me.” Arjun insisted as I snapped out of this fantasy. We were still hiding under the window.

It took me a while to plan the sentence that was on my mind since I started walking back home with my best friend Arjun. I took my time, thought about it and then I finally spoke.“Raveena is still young and she has sexual urges,” I paused.

I took a deep breath as there was no turning back after what I will say, “There is only one way to keep her away from these perverts. If I can’t have sex with her, it has to be you.” I was waiting for Arjun to react, but he didn’t. I hope he heard me clearly but he was frozen, motionless, as if dead that very instant.

“Raveena!”

I shouted loudly as I stood at the door with my friend Arjun. What I saw happening in the house was very shocking. At that very moment Raja, the tailoring tutor was sitting on the bed’s edge. Leaning back with his legs spread and Raveena was on her knees positioned between his legs.

She was doing something that was giving a sense of relief and pleasure to Raja. It was pissing me off, so I interrupted. “Cramps,” she said as she massaged his thighs a couple of times before stepping back. Raja was uncomfortable too. Usually, Raja is not intimidated by me.

But at that moment, next to me was a fair-skinned, more than 6 feet tall and muscular man standing. My friend Arjun Chari. Seeing him there scared Raja. He got up quickly and ran out of the house. It was still my birthday and I didn’t expect this from Raveena. I was furious as I told my friend to sit.

“I’m going to have a bath,” I said in a rude tone without looking at Raveena and rushed to the bathroom. ‘Maybe it was just cramped.’ I tried to convince myself. Just before walking in the bathroom, I winked at my friend. That wink meant something, something we had planned earlier.

When we saw Raja’s class going on we hid outside a window. “Here’s what you are going to do,” I said to him. “Both of us will walk in the house. I will rush to the bathroom for a bath and will take a very long time as I usually do. That’s when you do it.”

My Plan

While you are sitting you will inquire about her new profession. You will tell her that your mother wants to stitch one blouse. Raveena will ask for your mother’s measurements. You have to stare into her eyes and say, same as yours. Then you will select one from the already made collection.

Pick the sexiest of all and then tell her, “I want to see if it looks good, I don’t have a good imagination.” You will say standing very close to her. She won’t refuse. Since I have occupied the bathroom, she will have to change in front of you. I don’t think she will hesitate to change in front of an outside man.

She’s got very used to it. You help her strip out of her sari. As she stands there looking down in shame, you will take off the pallu. Then unbutton the blouse while you hug her from the front. You pull that blouse off her. That sexy white push-up bra of hers makes the boobs squeeze so tight, it’s just sexy!

 

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You will help her put on this trial blouse. But before you button it, your hands press her boobs a few times. She gets aroused. Your eyes are still locked as I go ahead and squeeze her boobs even further. She moans but bites her lips seductively. That’s when I go ahead and kiss hard on her lips.

In a rush, she tries to take off her bra. But I can’t wait. I ripped off her bra to expose her huge mommy breasts. I go ahead and lick her nipples wet and suck on them a bit. They grow hard while in my mouth. I would then pinch her nipples and pull on her tits. She likes that, I saw her doing it to herself one night.

She moans even harder. I pull down her sari, stripping her out of the rest of her clothes. Her beautiful bare body is now in front of my eyes to feast on it. I can’t take any longer. She unzips my pants to release the beast within. She then guides my dick inside her moist warm pussy.

The pleasure is un-measurable. But I want to give it to her hard. I lift her off the ground and pin her against the wall. I fuck her hard. I give her good. I mean you do. You have sex with her.

Back To Reality

I was so into the plan that I was living it while narrating it to Arjun and again in the bathroom. While my friend had sex with Raveena resting her on the wall. I on the other side was masturbating wrapping her bra around my dick. I was just aroused by the thought of dirty things Arjun would be doing to my mother.

I gave them sufficient time to have sex and then get back to normal as if nothing happened. As I stepped out of the bathroom, Raveena was doing something in the kitchen. Arjun was sitting on the bed, eating something. There was a blouse kept folded next to him. Seeing it I smiled and then looked at Arjun.

There was neither guilt nor a sense of satisfaction on his face. Considering how hesitant he was for executing this plan, he was not giving me any hints as to how it happened. “I didn’t do it,” he whispered to me as I walked close to him. “Chicken!” I yelled.

The plan had failed. I should have known better. Arjun’s nature doesn’t match his physical personality. Despite intimidating people, when Arjun starts speaking you can see a child in him. He is too kind to force anyone into doing something against their will.

“I can’t take it anymore. How long am I supposed to fantasize? If I can’t do it let me at least watch her having sex.” I vented out when I caught Arjun in an abandoned structure near his college. Ya, Arjun used to go to college but I didn’t.

“You have to do it,” I told him. “You know even now that tharki (perverted) Raja is there with my Raveena. You know what happened on my birthday. Nowadays I am scared of going home. I don’t want to catch my mother in an awkward position with Raja.”

Every word of that sentence was hurting me. But I couldn’t deny what seemed like destiny. All I could do is, “At least if I don’t see it, it didn’t happen.” Arjun tried to reassure me, calm me down. But I poured my heart out, confessing everything. Arjun was a good friend who would keep any secret for me.

I could trust him. “You know I get flashes. Sudden images of Raveena grabbing on to Raja’s tiny dick. Raveena on her knees tit-fucking him. Raveena peeping out of the window casually waving ‘Good Morning’ to passers-by while Raja pounded her ass from behind.”

“I’m not concerned about those other two perverts Taran, the vegetable salesman, and that old fart Broju. But Raja, that asshole Raja has got very close to my mother.” I was saying out loud anything that came to my mind, holding nothing back.

“You have to, you must have sex with my Raveena!” I said it out loud.

“Ewww!”

Suddenly we heard a different voice. A female voice. We followed the voice to the source, just around a corner behind a wall. A pretty one, skinny, tall, fair with long hair. “What kind of disgusting perverts are you two?” She yelled out as she picked her books and walked away. I stood there frozen, but Arjun ran behind her.

Catching her a few meters away Arjun started explaining it to her. The thing I was concerned with was how much did she hear and what lie was Arjun using to cover it up. They were there for a couple of minutes. I was observing both their expressions trying to decipher what talk was happening. Suddenly she smiled and walked towards me, in slow-motion, the way I saw it.

“Arjun told me everything. It’s so nice that you care about your mother’s needs. You aren’t like those conservative kids who think that mother belongs with father even though their dad has been cold in the grave for over 20 years. Every woman has sexual needs. It’s so kind of you that you are looking for a suitable mate in the form of your friend.”

She was talking a lot. But the gist of it was that Arjun didn’t tell her everything. I love how open-minded she was. But even she can’t digest the thought of a son wanting to have sex with his own mother. “There are a lot of creeps out there,” she said while smiling at me.

Then out of nowhere she came close and gave a gentle kiss on my cheek. Then she walked away. She didn’t wait for my reaction. But perhaps she didn’t need to. My stunned expression said it all, perhaps I even was blushing. Once she was gone I walked to Arjun and said, “Bro, what kind of a magician are you!”

Many days had passed. I was still struggling to make Arjun seduce my mother. I was forcing situations where Arjun continued to interact with Raveena. I was the mastermind of it, though I never showed involvement. One morning Raveena was out in the market buying vegetables. I saw her from far.

I saw that pervert Taran’s expressions as he looked down my Raveena’s chest while she bent to scan through the vegetables. I was so angry that I wanted to march there and beat him up. But Arjun stopped me, he went there instead. Raveena had told Taran to pack the veggies by then.

When she was supposed to pick up bags, Arjun lent a helping hand. We had planned this in advance about what he was going to say. “My mother loved the blouse. She asked me to buy one more. But this time, actually pay money for it.” This was convincing enough as I saw Arjun walk with Raveena home.

I was following them from a distance. To be honest I wasn’t fully focused on this plan at that moment. That girl who kissed my cheek, Vishakha, gave me her number. We have been chatting ever since. She’s nice and I liked her. But I had to follow Raveena and Arjun to see that everything went smoothly.

It wasn’t. That old fart Broju was full of his dirty tricks. Whenever a hot woman would come his way, he would suddenly fall down. Sadly Arjun was holding the bags so Raveena had to pick him up. I saw it with my own eyes. While she held his arm to pick him up, his palm was firmly groping her left boob.

She was too polite to react or to drop him. I had half a mind of going to kick that old man in his dick. But Arjun came again. After keeping the bags just outside the home, Arjun came to escort the old man. I was so angry that I punched a wall, crushing a couple of bricks.

“Listen, you old man, if I see you ever doing what you did to Raveena again, this fist will go through your face,” I said threatening Broju while Arjun was standing next to me. “Go now, she must be waiting,” I said to Arjun. “Aren’t you coming?” he asked.

“No, I have to go somewhere else,” I replied while blushing. I didn’t tell him but Vishakha was calling me to meet. Maybe it was me who was holding back Raveena and Arjun from getting close. So I decided to get out of the way. I went to an abandoned under construction site to meet Vishakha.

“Come oh royal prince to my humble abode,” she said in a singing voice. “This is the castle that I have been dying to show you.” In that site, Vishakha had built a room for her, walls of curtains, a foamy bed, food to eat, books to read, etc. As she walked in I followed her. She took off her shoes, so did I.

She took off her jacket, so did I. As we sat on the bed facing each other, she took off her shirt. Vishakha was still supposedly growing. So her breasts weren’t sufficiently big as of the women I usually fantasize about. But how could I say no to that cute face? She didn’t say anything and kept on gazing into my eyes.

I wanted to make a move. But I had a phone in my hand. I was wondering how it was going with Arjun back home. If he needed my help. She saw that and snatched my phone out of my hands and threw it away. “How dare you!” I said mischievously. I pounced on her, kissing her hard.

We were making out while she unbuttoned my shirt. Throwing the shirt away I continued to kiss all over her face, neck, shoulder. While she lay flat on the bed I kept on kissing while going down. She was wearing a small bra. Even at that moment, I knew I was going to be disappointed with what I would see.

So I went down to unbutton her pants. Pulling them down I started kissing her clean pussy. She was enjoying it as she gave out soft moans. “That’s enough,” she said as she pulled me up. “Let’s go to the main course.” She stole the words out of my mouth. Dropping my pants I slid my dick inside her pussy.

It took me a while but she helped me to put it in. With every thrust she was moaning, shouting, screaming. Hopefully, there was no one there to hear us. It was moist and warm, a beautiful feeling that no water soaked bra gave me ever. Those hours of masturbation training didn’t prepare me for the real deal.

That’s why within a couple of minutes I was done. I was a virgin, hence inexperienced. Fortunately, she was a virgin too. So no one to compare my stamina with. We both had the best time of our lives despite lasting a few seconds. But there was something, something I didn’t realize until a lot later.

Until Vishakha herself told me. I was too turned off by Vishakha’s tiny breasts. So in the heat of the moment, I shut my eyes to imagine Raveena’s boobs. So when I came I involuntarily whispered, “Thank you Raveena.” She realized that and as she said, “It scared me when I learned that you were just using me to fantasize having sex with your precious Raveena.”

But that happened weeks later. As of that point, we were two naked warm bodies entangled with each other in a place where there was a risk of being caught. Perhaps she is the cure for my Raveena obsession.

Meanwhile elsewhere:

It was late in the evening. Oblivious to Raveena’s son Jegan, Raja was sitting in his tailoring shop with someone in the dark. “What are you saying? I never saw Raveena in that sense. Raveena is like my sister.” Raja tried to justify. “But wouldn’t you want to fuck that sister!”

“Raveena. I want to have sex with you.” Finally, I spoke these words to my mother.

It had been a while since I wanted to have sex with my mother, since the time my father passed away. But I couldn’t gather enough courage to do it. I couldn’t ask her to have sex with me until that day.

This happened one night while having dinner. It was a very emotional moment. My eyes had gotten swollen red due to crying a lot. The last couple of weeks had been quite an emotional roller-coaster for me. My body was shaking as I stammered while speaking to her since the time I reached home.

I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t make eye contact with her. I was feeling uncomfortable, almost suffocating when I sat for dinner. I was having difficulty swallowing the food she served. Clearly, I was distressed but she didn’t seem bothered by it. She had her own problems, sadly all because of me.

At that moment Raveena was wearing a brown tight blouse and a matching underskirt only. She had stopped wearing saris inside the house, even in front of me. As she moved around the house, her breasts jiggled since she was not wearing any bra.

With every step she took, the fabric of her blouse stretched showing off more and more cleavage. The reason she wasn’t wearing any bra was because the ones she owned were all broken. She couldn’t afford to buy new ones.

“Jerks! Why did they have to break her bras every time they had their way with Raveena?” I cursed the many men I saw walk in and out of my house in the last couple of weeks. Even though I was angry I couldn’t blame them. I was equally responsible for Raveena’s condition.

When we sat and ate our food I unknowingly kept on staring at her chest. I could see nipples poking out of her blouse. I was feeling so guilty that I had no other option but to put forth this proposal of having sex with me and so I did.

Let’s back up a couple of weeks.

I was at the top of the world for finally having sex. “I am so happy having lost my virginity to a girl who likes me back. The way my life has been up until this point, I feared that I might die a virgin or lose my virginity to a prostitute. Thanks to Vishakha, my girlfriend, I don’t have to worry about it anymore.” I said to myself as I held Vishakha in my arms.

 

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At that moment we were lying naked on an old ragged bed inside an abandoned under-construction building.

I didn’t even think about the other thing that I should be happy about. Before coming to this place, I sent Arjun, my friend, to have sex with my mother. I was pretty sure that they would go through with it. The way they walked home holding hands. I could see the lust in their eyes.

“Best day of my life,” I said after kissing Vishakha as we watched the sunset from there. We were still naked and cuddling. Someone might have caught us, but we didn’t care.

It indeed was the best day of my life. Sadly, everything went downhill after that. When I returned home, like a detective dog I snooped around the house. There were clear signs of some sexual activity that might have happened inside the house.

Also, I caught glimpses of Raveena blushing while avoiding eye contact with me. In my mind, I said, “I am proud of you my friend. Thank you.” I imagined Arjun smiling back.

The next day I wanted to thank Arjun for real so I went looking for him. He was not early to college as usual. I waited for him outside the college premises but he didn’t come. When I was walking away I saw Arjun running in the opposite direction as he was already late for the class.

During the lunch break, I searched for him, still, he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, I had to spend the entire break making-out with my ‘girlfriend’ Vishakha. She was more than comfortable to give me a hot blowjob in one of the empty classrooms. No complaints there.

I was very much excited to talk to Arjun. To exchange some details about how he fucked Raveena. But with time I started losing excitement. Something felt off. Suddenly an unexpected thought hit me. “Maybe Arjun didn’t have sex with Raveena.”

“But then who did?”

As quick as the thought came I tried pushing it away. At the end of the day, I finally caught Arjun. There was nowhere he could run. He had to tell me the truth. Sadly he did.

“I don’t know if I should be happy about this or sad but… I did not have sex with your mother.” Confessed Arjun. As bad as this news was when Arjun told me the full story, I felt my eyes burning as I imagined the awful scene. I was sad and dejected and I walked home with that story swirling in my mind.

Arjun’s mother is a slut! No, I am not cursing her. Preity Chari, his mother, is actually a cheap slut. Not everybody in the village knows about this but she indeed has a long list of secret lovers (casual fuckers) in the village. Her husband, Arjun’s father is oblivious of it.

Sadly Arjun knows this and I too. But between us, we vowed to keep this a secret.

Getting to the story Arjun narrated, that evening Arjun and Raveena walked to the house holding hands. Things were clearly getting heated up as he saw Raveena blushing whenever he squeezed her hand. She was quite turned on by this tall muscular mature looking friend of mine.

At that moment both of them saw each other as lovers. When they reached the door, Arjun pulled her close and they shared an intimate kiss. Raveena couldn’t control anymore so she pushed the door open, rushed inside and pulled him in.

At that very moment, Arjun’s mother Preity was sitting on the bed. She was completely naked except for an open blouse that she had on her shoulders. Meanwhile, Raja (the tailor) was in between her thighs licking her pussy. Raveena was embarrassed so she looked away.

Arjun was getting angry with every second. Raja, a dark-skinned ugly guy, simply stood there completely naked. He proudly showed off his dick. Arjun grabbed him by the neck and dragged him out of the house. He was about to beat him up when Raja said this,

“I believe you don’t want your father and the entire village to find out about your mother’s bad habits, do you?” said Raja. He grinned saying, “Believe me when I say that I have photographic proof.”

Meanwhile inside, Preity in a hurry got dressed. “Sorry Raveena to drop by unannounced.” Said she, “Actually I loved the blouse you gave me so I had come to buy another one. Since you were not home, Raja saw me and let me in.” Preity got dressed and walked out of the house.

When she saw Raja pinned to the ground by her son, she pulled Arjun up and dragged him away. The only people left behind were that horny naked Raja and my aroused Raveena. I don’t want to say what happened next.

It was a nightmare to even think that Raja finally got to fuck Raveena. I would have let that go if this was just one isolated event. But this was just the beginning. In the days to follow, I saw Raveena having sex many times. Not just with Raja, that fucker brought many men to my home to have sex with her.

The vegetable seller Taran, that old man Broju. It was close to the end of the month-end. So he brought his three employees to my place to give them their ‘bonuses’. Even our neighbor uncle Johar had his way. I had heard rumors that he only likes to fuck his daughter-in-law.

It was very shocking to see the kind of slut Raveena was becoming. Still, I never confronted her or stopped this from happening. All the times that I watched her being fucked, not once it appeared that she was forced into it. She was more than welcoming to suck on their cocks and drink their cum.

She seemed happy. When she was banged by Raja and his three employees. She even begged for more. I used to get so sexually frustrated every time I watched her in action, thankfully I had a release. I used to call Vishakha and within 5 minutes she would meet me for a fuck.

Vishakha was very bold, she never hesitated to fuck in open. We had sex at so many public places; open farms, public toilets, rooftops, alleyways. Once we did it at an empty bus-stop. When passing by bus arrived we quickly hid behind a tree and continued to fuck. We heard a couple of passengers cheer, “Yahoo!”

Finally, the day of the proposal arrived. Usually, Raveena’s lovers used to wait till sun-down to begin with their naughty business. But that day they started early. I called Vishakha to meet me at the construction site. By the time I reached she was already there waiting.

Seeing me she came running and jumped on me and we started kissing. She continued to kiss as I carried her up the two flights of stairs. Like two horny animals we took off our clothes and hopped on to the bed.

“No more foreplay. Give it to me,” said she. Quickly I rubbed my dick over her cunt and with one thrust I shoved it.

“Ah!” she moaned loudly.

As usual, I fucked her hard until I could erase the images of Raveena fucking other men. Vishakha started moaning loudly.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she screamed at the top of her voice. Fortunately, there was nobody there. While pounding her pussy I tried squeezing her breasts but was disappointed to feel her flat chest. She realized that and so she turned around. I continued to thrust her.

“Ahhh!! Fuck me! Fuck me like a dog!”

“Fuck me like my father is fucking your mother right now.” She screamed.

For a couple of thrusts, I didn’t realize what she just said. Then suddenly I stopped.

“What did you just say?” I asked.

“Amm… nothing. Come on baby, let’s continue.” She said and started kissing my neck.

“No, stop.” I stood up, “How do you know that your father is with Raveena right now?”

All of a sudden I was turned-off. I looked away asking, “Did you send him to my place?”

Sorry, I forgot to mention this earlier. My girlfriend Vishakha has a reputation in the village. Men call her ‘the slut-maker’. When Vishakha found out that her father’s wife is not her real mother, she took up an initiative to turn her ‘fake mother’ into a village slut.

She has even blackmailed a couple of her classmates to suck random cocks in public. When she said this, a terrible thought came to my head and so I repeated the question hoping she would say ‘No’.

“Did you send your father to have sex with Raveena?”

There was a long pause. I sensed hesitation in her voice, yet she spoke.

“I did all this for you.” She confessed.

This was a big shock to me. I turned to look at her and I could see the truth in her eyes. I knew while getting into this relationship that Vishakha is a bad person. But she is not a liar. That is what I loved about her.

“I wanted you to love me the way you wanted to love your mother. The only way you would love me if you would see your Raveena for a cheap slut that she is.”

“Don’t call her. You don’t deserve it!” I shouted.

Vishakha cried as she told me everything. “I planned everything. I forced Raja to have sex with Raveena. I told him to take other men to her place to fuck her. I gave the idea to blackmail Raveena into sex. She agreed to have sex more and more because she feared Raja would tell you about her.”

I couldn’t hear anymore. I started getting dressed while not looking at her. When I went to take my pants, she pulled on them. “Please don’t go… I told you the truth… I love you.”

I left my pants with her and without wearing them I walked home. I know all the men around the world would curse me for giving up an opportunity of having sex. But the situation was much more important than sex.

I was getting a severe headache thinking about all the things Vishakha confessed about. All the times I caught Raveena being fucked, all because of me. Those memories suddenly returned to me,

One such memory when uncle Johar, our neighbor, was fucking Raveena. He continued to curse her. “Moan louder bitch! I want my horny fans to hear you scream.”

It was dark and I peeked in from the window. Johar had her sit like a dog while he fucked her from behind grabbing her by her hair.

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In front of them was a video camera recording them. “Thank you Raveena, my viewers were getting bored seeing me fuck my bahu (daughter-in-law) in all my videos. I am going to get so many more views on this video. We’ll make more in the future.”

I was so aroused by the thought of this action being filmed that I took my dick out and started masturbating. Little did I know that Raveena had to endure this all because of me, “Hi friends, look at this slut. Please enjoy this video and don’t forget to like and share. Whatever you do don’t tell her son about it. Because if he finds out then he will want to fuck his mother too.”

I snapped back to the present. By the time I reached home, I had decided. “The only way Raveena can stop having sex if I tell her that I know what she has been doing all these days.” I said to myself, “But what if she still doesn’t stop?” I argued, “Maybe it’s time to finally have sex with her.”

When I confessed to Raveena “I want to have sex with you.” She didn’t say anything. But a couple of days later, it was her birthday. That night our bodies were finally united.

She must have felt embarrassed to see me fucking her so Raveena turned off the lights. After all the things I did to her, she did not resist. She was having difficulty finding me in the darkness, so I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. I kissed all over her face until I located her lips.

I smooched her hard. I even slipped her tongue until she choked. We kissed while I fondled her breasts, pressing them hard. It was the first time I was feeling breasts this big. Sadly her blouse was in my way.

Quickly I ripped it apart and then pressed my hands on her bare tits. They were as good as I imagined.

I lifted her up and pressed her against the wall and started sucking on her tits. “Raveena, please let me drink your milk as I used to when I was little,” I said, biting on her nipple.

Suddenly she grabbed my hand and placed it on her pussy. Raveena wanted me to fuck her but was too embarrassed to say. She turned around to let me do it from behind. Because of her big butt, I was struggling to find the hole. But she touched my dick and guided it inside her pussy.

The warmth of her womb that I felt at the moment was very satisfying. Pressing her against the wall I fucked her hard. Raveena was tempted to moan but then she stopped herself biting her lip. Within just a couple of minutes, I was close to climax. She took my dick out and let me ejaculate on her body.

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Honestly, I do last much longer with Vishakha. But the hotness of Raveena’s voluptuous body was too much for me to hold any longer. Finally, I had sex with my Raveena and I was relieved. Once done I simply laid naked on the floor.

“Please cuddle with me for some time, Raveena.” I requested. But she was in a hurry to get dressed. I don’t know what happened after that as I fell asleep naked on the floor.

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#Amala Paul

 

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My name is Peter. I am a 22 years old Insurance salesman, six feet tall, fair and handsome. I have decided never to marry. My decision is the result of the decision made by my Father. Father Alex decided to marry again after the death of my mother when she was 40 years old. Father was 53 then and then he met this slut Amala, a gorgeous woman. She was 30 when my Father married her.

The whole locality gossipped about this couple. My step mother Amala was a sex bomb. She was extremely hot. She had her hair cut like a boy’s and wore unconventionally in skirts, shorts and even in a bikini inside the house. She looked more like my sister than my mother, her almost naked body aroused me sexually and I found it hard to supress my growing erection in front of her as she roamed about half naked in the house.

I have always been a sucker for a good round ass on a woman. If you like nice full round ass Amala is very hot and her tits are juicy that stick out straight from her chest.

After only a few days, or after a few nights of my Father’s marriage, I began to get a clear picture of Father’s love affair and marriage.Father had taken my stepmom on a honeymoon to Manali. On their return, I felt some tension between the two mismatched people. One thing was clear to me, she hated me. She did not like me in the house. She would always be nagging me over nothing. “Peter should spend more time at work. He is always sitting at home. His friends are all bums.” I was sick of her comments.

Having my bitch-stepmom living in our home was driving me crazy but if I wanted to see my Father happy, I had to put up with the bitch. For her part, as far I understood, Amala was not getting her full dose of cock. Her sexual tension was building daily. My Father was 54. After all, he was no match for this bitch!

Usually I come home late. I spend more time out with friends. I drink to pass time so that when I come home, Father and my stepmom are asleep. One day I had a fever and was in bed the whole day. At night I heard screaming from Father’s room,” If your cock did not have the strength, why did you marry me? motherfucker, if you could not fuck your mother, why did you bringher home. I need a powerful cock, if you can't give me that, I can get it whenever I want. Many hunks were waiting for me.”

I was fully awake by now. So my step-mother had shown her slutish colors? She was a cock hungry slut and Father could not satisfy her. If she did not get a cock in her cunt, haldf the mohall was already waiting for their turn to fuck my mother. Yes, the situation was fucked up! Events turned even worse when one evening when my bitch mother Amala and I were alone in the house

I was in my room when Amala stormed in. I looked over at her and there was fire in her eyes and an expression of anger on her face. Seeing me passing by she muttered, “all men in this house are impotent!”

I was bugged. She was right in her own way but now she was crossing her limits. “Sounds like my slut mother needs a good hard cock which my poor Father is not giving her. But look in the house, some one has a cock that can make my stepmom cry murder,” I said rubbing my cock as I stared at her sexy ass. Amala was wearing a pair of shorts and a very small blouse which left much of her body naked. I had been aroused by her nakedness. My Father’s impotence was making me angry too. I wanted to make my step-mother beg for my cock. If Father could not satisfy her, at least I could do it.

“Fuck you! Like father, like son! You two are no good” She was burning with rage and frustration.

“Amala, you are bitch, but I must tell you, you couldn’t handle me. You wont be able to walk right if I fucked you properly for an hour,you slut!” I said as my cock was becoming harder.

“You mother fucking asshole; I’ll show you who is the boss in this house. I am not taking any shit from you. Your father can’t raise his cock and always leaves me high and dry.” Then she raised her hands and tried to slap me on my face. I caught her hand before she could reach my face. The bitch had to be shown her place.

I grabbed one of her hands and twisted it behind her back as my other hand landed on her boob. I squeezed the boob as I pushed her body toward the bed. I shoved on the bed and said, “No bitch can talk like this in this house even if she is my Father’s Raand(whore). What Father can’t do, I can understand?” I slapped her on the face. She stared back at me in disbelief.

She lowered her eyes. Her face had the imprint of my slap. Her face was eye level with my crotch as I grabbed her by the hair. My cock had now formed a large tent in my pajamas. She stared at my bulge, “Leave me you bastard. I am your mother! You couldn’t do anything to your mother!” But her voice was weak

My hand landed on her face again and she screamed. As I pulled down my pajamas and my cock sprang out like an animal, “Ok Amala, admitted Father is not a match for a bitch like you, but I am. Now show me, my whore mother, you can please a man. I am taking Father’s place in bed for you, as a favor for you!”

Amala opened her mouth to say something but I shoved my cock in her open mouth. She tried to push it away but I slapped her face again and held her mouth glued to my cock and soon she was sucking my cock hard and deep. She was actually quite an expert cocksucker. I grabbed the blouse she was wearing and tore it off leaving her naked from her chest up. The bitch was not wearing any bra.

I cupped her tits and fondled them wildly. “Do you like this cock? Whores love my cock. Suck it, Amala, you don't have to look outside the house. I am your husband from now onwards. You will be my wife in the day and Father’s at night!”

I then pulled out my cock when she was really loving it in her mouth. I wanted to tease the bitch. Amala reached her hands out for my cock to take it back in her mouth. I grabbed her juicy tits and mauled them roughly.

I then lowered my mouth on those tits and kissed them. I pinched her mipples and sucked. I licked and nibbled on every inch of her hot tit flesh. ” Suck on your mother’s boobs, son. Your father doesn’t suck on them, motherfucker, suck on your mother’s boobs”

I was angry and aroused at the same time. Pre-cum had begun to dribble from my cock. I grabbed her and dragged her over to the bed and slammed her face down as she was lying across it. Seeing her ass raised up in the air I couldn’t resist and gave it a slap and then pulled her shorts down. Amala wore no panties. Her slit was glistening with pussy-juice.

I stuck two fingers down there and pulled them out and sucked my fingers. Oh yes, her juices were delicious. I came up behind her and let my cock rest on her ass then as I pulled her head by her hair with one hand and slapped her ass with the other, ” All you need is some cock don’t you? Come on bitch confess you have to get some cock in your cunt and poor Father is not giving you.”

“AAhh, yes. Maderchod, fuck your step-mom, fuck, your whore mother! Fuck me, fuck me now; son,” she yelled as she moved her ass against my hard cock. I had other plans for my whore mother. I pulled her ass cheeks apart.

I looked at her tiny brown puckered asshole I aimed my cock right at her asshole. She cried loudly “motherfucker…not my ass!” But I pushed my cock head into her ass. Her ass was tight but I forced it in and it slid in before Amala realized what I was doing. She yelled and told me to stop and that she needed my cock in her cunt.”bastard fuck me in the cunt and not in the ass, you son of a motherfucker” But I did not stop.

Grabbing her by the hips I gave my cock another shove and the head went right inside of her shit hole. Amala squealed loudly but I didn’t stop. I shoved even harder and sank more meat into that tight ass. My mother was now whimpering but I couldn’t stop. I pulled back once again and rammed hard in and out of that delicious ass.

It was the tightest hole I had ever fucked. Amala was crying. I had my hand on her clit fingering her clit furiously. I groaned, “Bitch, you’ve had this coming for a long time. I have seen you everyday looking for my cock. I hope my whore ammi loved to be fucked in the ass!”

“Oh Beta, it fucking hurts. You are tearing up my asshole; don’t fucking stop,” she replied out of breath. Without thinking about it I began spanking her ass cheeks increasing the moaning coming from her lips. My cock was working like a piston and she was pushing her ass on my cock.” Ammi, you are going to be joint wife of Father and me. Ohhh Allah, I am cumming in your ass! Fuck me. fuck my cock Ammi!” I began to shoot my load in her ass. My cock filled her backdoor with my seed.

I kept fucking her ass after cumming and then slid out of her ass. I looked down admiring her asshole.

 

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“You fucking bastard! You know I wanted that fat cock in my pussy. My naughty Puttar (son) spoiled everything by putting it in my ass. But that is also yours beta. Now fuck in cunt. Give me your cock, give it to me; fuck my hot pussy,” she demanded urgently. I grabbed her erect nipples between my fingers and twisted and pinched them roughly.

Amala was begging for my cock. Her begging was turning me on.

I laid Amala on her back with her legs spread wide and a pillow placed under her ass. Placing my cock-head on her wet pussy, I said,”Mother, take your Son’s lund in your hand and put it in your cunt. You have called me a motherfucker, now make me one. When you have a mother who is a bitch like you, anyone will love to be a motherfucker. Take it in your choot Ammi!” She caught my cock and guided it in her furry cunt, as I was leaning on her naked body

I fucked her. She wrapped her legs around my ass and clung to me. Her boobs were pressed to my chest. We were panting.”Yes Son, ram your cock in Ammi’s choot. Do what your Father has to do. Show Ammi Jannat. Way to Jannat goes through LUND for a woman. Give me your cock, fill Ammi’s choot and fuck me! Ammi’s choot is cumming, son fuck me, make Ammi cum on your lund!” I brought her close to cumming but then slowed my strokes, making her want my cock more and more.

We were bathed in sweat. Our bodies fucked madly. Cock entered Ammi’s choot like it was home for the cock. Then I felt my juice rise from my balls. I grew faster and harder in my thrusts. “ Ammi! mother, you whore, I am cumming. Oh God what a whore my mother is” I cried as I shot my cum in her cunt. She had cum too. We lay in a huddle on the bed.

By the time we opened our eyes, it was noon. Ammi sat up and then went into the kitchen, naked. I went after her and hugged her from behind, my cock was nestled in her ass crack. I told her she could have my cock in her cunt whenever she wanted if she agreed to my conditions.

“You will behave with Father and respect him. Spend night with Father and make love to him if he wants. If he cant fuck you I am always there, understand? Father is always out during the day and I am free. So you will be my wife during the day. To the outside world, I will be your son and you my Ammi. You will obey every command of your son. You will dress as I say and be a nice whore wife to your son, understand?” In return for being my wife, she would get the young fat cock of her son. Amala agreed to every word of mine.

I sat between her thighs and began to lick her choot. I flicked my tongue over her swollen clit and she had a shattering orgasm that caused her entire body to convulse. I grabbed her ass and sucked on her pussy as she moaned and groaned as she pushed her cunt on my face. The kitchen became our fuck-room and she cummed on my tongue.

That day we spent fucking and sucking. At night, Father came home tired and went into his room. He did not ask for tea or food as he was scared his wife would begin to curse. I signaled and she went to Father . She acted like a devoted wife and set the table for Father. Father looked happy. They went into their room.

The next morning after Father left for work, she came into my room” Peter, my lord, wake up, your slave is here to please you Son. Look at your wife, she has shaved her choot for you. Dont you want her in your bed, lets start our day” Ipulled her on my bed and bit the back of her neck and grabbed and squeezed her boobs and asked her about Father’s fuck last night. She said,” Alex did enter me and I encouraged him to fuck me. He did manage to thrust three four times and them came. I think he will improve with time”

I pushed her legs apart and pulled her pajamas down. She was naked underneath. My fingers slid onto her silky choot and began rubbing her clit rapidly. Slapping her ass I fucked her with my fingers.

“I want you to lick my ass Peter. I have felt your lund in my gaand but I want you to lick it, won't you lick it, Son Mother wants it” I turned her over so that her ass was up and she lay on her stomach. I parted her ass cheeks and kissed it. Ammi was breathing heavily. She trembled as she felt my tongue snaking up her ass hole. Her ass cheeks seemed delicious to me and I licked her ass.

My slut was actually moaning and cramming her ass harder and harder against my face. I could tell her cunt was flowing freely. Coming up for air I bit hard all over her ass cheeks and told her, “I’m going to make you my total slut!”

“Oh God, yes Puttar! I already am; I’ll do anything, for you my day husband!” she sighed. I rolled her off the bed and bent her against the bed and took off my pajamas. My cock was eager to get into her ass.

I fucked her ass as my cock went deep into her ass. I was ramming my cock in and out of her. She cried out in pain at first but soon her whole body was writhing around in ecstasy. Her hips came up to meet each thrust. Ammi was having difficulty catching her breath.

I pumped in and out of her ass. My fingers twisted her nipples as my cock slid into her tight ass.

Rhythmically I continued to fuck her. After several minutes my balls tightened and my spunk poured out of me into her ass.

“I want you to make me mother of your baby, Peter,” Amala said once. “I want the world to know that I am carrying the child of you in my womb. And what more can a son do than fathering a child for his Father. Fuck me to become mother of your child Son. The world will call him or her a brother or sister but Amala will know it is your son or daughter and that will be our dark secret” My cock was hard just listening to her idea.

Why not make my slut Ammi the mother of my child? The horny bitch wanted it! I asked her to wait. I took a bottle of wine and made Ammi and drank it myself.” you are making mother drink. Make her drink and fuck her and make her pregnant”

I was ready to fill her pussy, to fill it with my seed. She bent down to suck my cock before I entered her cunt. Her tongue swirled around my cock head as her hand played with my balls. Seductively she gradually swallowed my cock.

Animal lust was consuming us as she sucked me harder and deeper until she was deep throating me. Moans soon escaped my mouth and I became weak in the knees. I held on to Ammi’s shoulders for support.

Then, I grabbed her and put her on my bed. I fell on top of her and entered her pussy and held her ass. I kissed and began to fuck her, making my cock sink as deep as possible in Amala’s choot.

As she ground her pussy on my cock. While I continued to fuck Amala my hands cupped her ass.

“Oh, yes deeper, give Ammi all your lund Puttar, all of it” she whispered. I thrust deeply into her cunt. She screamed.

I began slamming my cock with great force inside of her hot tight cunt. I watched Ammi lift her ass to get more of my cock. She was bucking furiously at my cock”Yes, shoot it for me Puttar, fuck Ammi’s choot….sow your seed in Ammi’s choot……fill my cunt, Puttar!” she moaned. My cum erupted from my cock into Ammi’s choot. She could feel my hot lava as it splashed against her tight pussy. “Oh, yes Puttar” she yelled as she came. I continued squirting my hot cum deep into Ammi’s tight pussy. Ammi’s cunt sucked my cock hungrily as she came. “Ohhh God, yes, I’m cumming” Ammi moaned.

Amala missed her periods that month. She was happy to have conceived my child. She informed Father that she was pregnant with Father’s child. Father was delighted.” I am going to be a father again, Peter!” I smiled

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#Mamta Mohandas

 

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Mamta is aged 37 and happily married. Mamta is basically from Mangalore. Mamta’s mother tongue is Malayalam. Mamta completed 10 years of her marriage.

Mamta has three kids and lives in a joint family with her in-laws. Mamta is part of a big joint family in this era. Her house consists of herself, her husband, father-in-law, Mother-in-law, three kids, and sister-in-law (husband’s widowed sister).

All lived under a single roof in a big 4 bedroom duplex house at Vijay Nagar. Mamta’s day was always busy with loads of household chores. She was responsible for cooking, washing clothes, caring for her kids and her in-laws.

Mamta’s youth disappeared in all these day-to-day chores. She was only getting relaxed when she was in her mom’s place in Mangalore. But in recent times, she rarely can go to her mom’s place.

At age 37, Mamta suddenly started to feel her life similar to a prisoner’s life chained to a cell. Her husband gave lots of importance to sex than her feelings. He banged Mamta in all the different positions and exotic locations. Mamta never felt any shortcoming in her sex life with her hungry husband.

She had three kids in quick succession after marriage. Mamta was feeling tired and bored with her daily life. She badly wanted to escape from all this mess to a calm environment. She wanted to work.

Mamta has a B.Ed and B.Sc degree. Her husband instantly denied her request owing to lots of responsibilities at the house. Mamta’s all family members were dependent on her in one way. She felt dejected in failing to convince her husband.

She failed to escape from the hardships and burdens of her family commitments. She has a feeling that in recent times her husband hardly satisfies her. His erection doesn’t last long. Moreover, he is less interested in fulfilling her expectations of banging in unique ways, which he fulfilled until last year.

Her body cravings are killing her badly. She wants to be badly kissed, sucked every bit, and banged hard like a bitch. One day she found an ad while returning from the market. They urgently required a teacher for Kids Playschool.

The address of the School was 4 lanes away from our house. Mamta wanted to encash this opportunity to escape from the household chores. She hatched a plan to convince her husband. After many continued fights with her husband, she convinced him.

She attended the interview and was selected. The day she set foot outside the house to join the Playschool, she felt all the happiness returning. She felt relaxed and calm. But as days progressed, her bodily needs kept mounting high and high. Throughout her whole life, Mamta never has looked out of her box. During her teenage years with lots of opportunities around, she never entertained any boys. She controlled her hunger with fingering.

She traditionally married the guy whom her parents had opted for. After marriage, she hasn’t looked away from her husband. But only in recent times has her husband stopped indulging in wild sex, fulfilling her cravings. The crowd in her house made it difficult to find private time with her husband.

Last two months, she was untouched. The empty mind during the class made her think about going out of the box. She thought of fun with utmost secrecy and anonymity. She needed a guy who keeps the fun discreet and with no strings attached.

She started searching over the internet to find the guy who would satisfy her bodily craving. Mamta came in contact with Madhan. Mamta trusted Madhan as a genuine guy with secrecy and anonymity.

In Madhan words….

I convinced Mamta to meet in a luxury hotel. She wanted me to plan in a different place. I was out of options other than the hotel. Before the encounter, Mamta wanted to see me. Our first casual meeting was at the vegetable mart near her house.

Let me describe Mamta. Mamta has assets with shape and size similar to those of pornstar Milfs. Mamta was a pure Malayali with long hair with a sandal sticker on her forehead. Mamta was short in height, slightly less than 5 ft. Mamta was very chubby with cushiony flesh.

She has huge round cupped boobs and an approximately similar-sized ass. Mamta has a square-shaped face with big eyes, a small nose, thick juicy lips, and chubby cheeks.

The second meet (the day of the encounter) was during the lockdown when all kids were doing online classes. She had made some reasons in the house and reached the empty Playschool. I walked into the deserted Playschool after she opened the gate lock behind her.

I followed her to the main class hall of the Playschool, which had small plastic chairs for kids. As per my demand, Mamta wore a sandal-colored Kerala-style saree. Her just washed wavy hair was dangling over her back. The sandal sticker on her forehead and hanging gold ear loop emanated her beauty further.

I sat down on one of the plastic chairs and said, “Good Morning, Madam.” She blushed with her cheeks turning red with blush and replied, “Good Morning, kids.” Saying this, she climbed the small dais of the classroom. She started chalking out some letters on the board.

While she was chalking out the characters on the board, my eyes noticed sex shaky huge ass cheeks in saree and her soft, sagging fatty hips. I woke up from the chair walked slowly towards the hot bomb Mamta. I hugged her from behind tightly.

She dropped the chalk out of her hand. I hugged her so tightly that she rested her face on the board, rubbing the chalk onto her face. Heavenly, my thigh was feeling the soft flesh of her ass. My hands found the fatty flesh of her tummy. I started caressing the soft flesh of her hips.

My thick heavy penis was adjusting its position to crack in her ass cheeks. I love chubby aunts. I could smell the aroma emanating from her hair. I could smell the soap she had used and the strong smell of flavor of the shampoo.

I parted the saree, covering the bare skin back of the blouse. I started kissing her bareback slowly, inch by inch. She kept her head stuck on the board. She enjoyed my tasting with pin-drop silence, surrendering her lusty body to me. I threw open the saree from her shoulder.

I pressed my boner hard on the crack of the ass. My hands were squeezing all around the fleshy hips and tummy. My lips moved from the back to the back of the neck. Lips gradually moved to suck the sides of the neck. My hands moved from her hips to the ass cheeks.

My big hands were small to squeeze her huge ass cheeks properly. I enjoyed pressing her ass cheeks over the saree. My lips caught the top of the ear and started sucking them. When my lips caught her ear, she moaned. I sucked her ear one after the other, drenching wet my saliva.

I grabbed her hands and moved them over my pants. She could feel the erect rod inside my pants. She moved her hand, feeling my dick from head to base in slow motion. My cock danced and grew stronger by the touch of hot Mamta. She had small hands.

I pulled the saree out of her body and threw it on the class floor. I moved my hand to untie the knot of her petticoat. She stopped me, walked to cover all the window blinds of the class. She even latched the door of the class shut. The class walls were fully painted with lots of drawings, symbols, and letters.

I was still standing on the dais, waiting for Mamta to return. She stood near the door and was staring at me. I moved one of my hands over the pants, teasing her by touching through the length of my cock. I then signaled her to come, with one eye blinking.

She ran impatiently towards me. I pushed her over the table, which was at the center of the dais, into a doggy position. I inserted my hand through the sides and untied the knot of her petticoat, which fell to the floor. She was with thick thighs, white legs, and giant white fleshy ass cheeks.

Her doggy posture with huge ass cheeks drove me crazy. I gave a painful spank on the ass. She endured the spank with a loud moan. I knelt, started sucking her legs with my hands, restlessly feeling every part of her below the hip area. I felt her thigh.

 

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My lips traveled, kissing through the legs to the thigh. I loved sucking her clean soft-ass Mamta cheeks. I gave another spank over the same ass cheek and pulled out a drenching panty out of her legs. I spread her legs wide till her pussy lip was visible to me.

I licked her precum-filled pussy once with the flat of my tongue. She gave a loud moan. I then applied some saliva and massaged/rubbed her pussy. My dick was so horny that I wanted to bang. I slowly controlled the urge and poked my wet middle finger into her ass hole.

Her asshole made way for my finger, which meant her husband had already ass fucked her. I finger fucked her asshole while my lips were sucking the juicy pussy. I then started licking her clitoris very fast with the tip of my tongue. I knew she was at the peak of her arousal. I stopped the licking before she came.

I pulled out my thick rod and positioned it over the pussy opening. I held her thick thigh and drove my cock into her pussy deep. I moved my cock slowly in and out of her pussy. I continued rhythmic slow fucking of her pussy.

I gave another spank and increased the pace of my drilling. She gave a loud cry, and I could feel warm fluid over my cock. I continued banging her till I released my cum into her pussy hole.

We slept next to each other on the bare floor of the classroom. With an excited tone, Mamta told me, “You brought the memories of the good old days back, Madhan.”

Mamta: My husband took me to Manali for a honeymoon. He banged me very hard and restlessly in that resort. You made my thoughts travel back to those days. My pussy was never drilled the same after that day.

Mamta: My husband did bang me multiple times in multiple positions later. But the satisfaction my pussy had on the early mornings at the resort of Manali was re-brought by you today.

Mamta also told about her husband’s sexual exploration of using a dildo in exploring double penetration. Hearing, I envied her husband, who prioritized satisfying her urges to the maximum.

Mamta then continued explaining her husband’s dare in fucking her in his office room on an evening. It was on the 15th floor. Hearing this, my cock woke for the second time. My eyes caught the huge shapely boobs tightly caged inside her Kerala-styled cream blouse.

Her heavy chest was moving up and down, synchronized with her breathing. I had my body warmed again. My breathing increased with a huge dick ready inside my underwear. Mamta noticed my dead stare at her boobs. She ceased talking. She started staring at my eyes and lips repetitively.

My eyes continued to enjoy the huge round sexy fleshy boobs. I looked at her cute face and noticed her increased breathing with her boobs cruising up and down faster. I continued my lusty stare at her boobs, making her hornier and uncomfortable.

I gulped down the saliva into my throat, looking at her sexy huge assets. I dragged her through the sexy slim hips closer to me. I drew her face through her neck close to my lips. She closed her eyes, anticipating a kiss. I waited with my lips feathers away, touching her thick juicy yummy lips.

She squinted her eyes slightly. I grasped her neck and forced my lips in haste. She responded by opening her lips, sucking away my lower and upper lips in a hurry. The kiss was very wild. She was kissing me wildly like she wasn’t kissed for very long.

I intentionally pulled away from my lips, breaking the kiss to tease Mamta’s wilderness. Mamta wildly climbed on top of me. She grabbed my head through the hair, locked her juicy lips, and continued kissing me. I tasted her juicy lips drinking all the honey out.

She then took my tongue into her mouth and sucked them like candy. While she continued kissing me non-stop, I caught hold of the huge shapely boobs, one in each hand. I felt the cushiony soft flesh of her boobs. My hands started squeezing them hard over the blouse.

My hands got hold of her fully erect, sharp nipples. I held her nipples with my thumb and index finger and squeezed them. I broke the long, breathless kiss. I hurriedly unhooked her tight blouse and removed them from her body.

boobs fell from her blouse, which was held by her white bra now. I unhooked the straps of her bra. I witnessed the gigantic, sagging, sexy fleshy boobs jumping out of the cage. I savored the moment with my eyes, especially those huge boobs.

I then tugged her over me with her huge boobs pressing onto my face. I rubbed my face feeling the sweaty milky white fleshy huge boobs. My hands grabbed her ass cheeks, one in each hand and started squeezing them.

My lips caught hold of one of her erect nipples. I sucked them like a child drinking the milk of her mom. I sucked her nipple, pressing her boobs over my face. She was playing her hands with my hair. I hungrily moved my lips from one nipple to another, unfulfilled.

She held my huge cock inside the underwear. She moved her pussy over me. She adjusted my cock into her warm pussy in a cowgirl position. While sucking her spongy boobs, my dick traveled slowly into her warm and drenching wet pussy.

She tilted her head back and started moving her hips, driving her pussy in and out of my huge dick. Her boobs went unreachable to my mouth. I grabbed her huge boobs with my hands and continued squeezing them hard.

She rode me with her warm pussy, driving through the thick rod. She moved her hips fast, jerkingly sitting on the huge dick. She jerked her body, and I could feel a warm fluid drenching all over my cock. She gave a relieved breath and slept over my chest with her sweaty boobs crashing over my chest.

She then slept next to me with her head resting on my chest. We slept nude on the chilling floor of the classroom. I played with her boobs and nipples with my fingers. She shyly pushed away my finger from her inviting boobs. I pulled her face again and started kissing her lips.

My hands parted her legs and started rubbing the dry pussy. As the kiss progressed and the rubbing continued, I could feel the wetness in her pussy. I extracted her from the floor towards the table at the center of the dais. I turned her around and lifted one of her legs, and rested them over the table.

I positioned my cock by slightly bending down and drove into her pussy. I held her hips and pushed my cock in and out of her pussy. The position felt difficult due to the height difference between us. I slept over the floor bareback and pulled her over me.

I made her sit over my cock in a reverse cowgirl position. I held her long hair from behind in my hands. She positioned my cock over her pussy lips. My cock slid into her juicy pussy. I circularly moved my hips, moving my dick feeling all around the inside of her pussy.

She rode me crazily in the reverse cowgirl position for some time. I felt the urge to cum. I stopped her and pulled out my cock. I took a deep breath controlling the urge to cum. I made her lie down bareback on the floor.

I climbed on top of her and held her chubby boobs together for the cock to slide through. I applied some spit all over her soft boobs. I slid my cock between tightly held boobs. She gave a loud moan, enjoying the fun.

I squeezed her boobs together in a tight hold, and boob fucked her. I then pulled out my cock, which was fully ready to cum. I calmed myself and lifted her legs. I positioned my cock in a missionary position. I banged her hard with my balls, hitting her ass and cummed into her pussy.

I enjoyed the rough and dirty time Mamta has offered me. I know she will never forget this day in her lifetime.

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