19-06-2019, 09:48 AM
I unzipped my pants and started stroking my semi-hard weiner. "Ahhhh!!! Fuck me yes!! Ahhhh!!!", the mother cried, as the big bull pounded his near 9-inch black cock deep inside her pink mound.
I imagined my mom in the situation, her juicy pussy being drilled doggy style by a filthty low-class pervert, with a humungous dick. "Mmmmm....Yessss!! Harder! Faster!", the more she screamed, the closer the son got to orgasm. He was enjoying the view, enjoying his sweet, homely mom being ravaged by this monster. He was frothing at the mouth, unable to contain the anguish, little drops of precum were oozing from the tip of his little manhood.
I heard the door unlock, but I was too far into this amazing fuck session to actually check whether my own mom had come in. My mind was racing with the thoughts of some low-class pervert taking my mom from behind, burying his dirty, uncut meat deep into her womb and making her scream like a filthy whore! "Ahhhh......I'm cummiinnggggg!", the woman in the video cried along with the two males. And so did I! A thick spurt of white goo launched from the tip of my prick and landed on my chest, stomach and even my chin. It was an amazing orgasm; perhaps too amazing. Since I fell asleep on the chair soon after, without even cleaning myself up.
When I woke up, I was in a haze. It was night-time. I checked the clock. "9:30 PM! Holy Shit!", I almost yelled." I had asleep for nearly 3 hours. The cum on my chest had dryed up to form a hard, sticky goo. I tried wiping it with a towel, but it wouldn't work. So I decided to have a bath.
While walking down the stairs, I noticed something strange. Drops of white sticky liquid were on each staircase. I bent down and ticked a sample of the liquid. My eyes got widened as I realized what it was. "Fresh cum!", I said to myself. I walked back upstairs, tracing the drops of semen to see where it leads and to my shock, it stopped right outside my mother's bedroom door.
I knocked, "Ma, tumi ghore acho" ("Mom, are you home"). No answer.
I knocked again. "Ki holo Acho ki ghore Shara dao!" ("What happened Are you home Answer me!")
Then I heard my mom speak in a faint voice. "Babu, amar sorir ajke bhalo nei. Tumi kichu ekta banie khe nao." ("Babu, today I'm not feeling well. Make something and eat it yourself.")
I was genuinely concerned now. "Keno ki hoeche tomar" ("Why what happened to you")
"Ei ektu klanto. Ekhon ghumachi. Kal sokale thik hoejabe." ("Just a little tired, that's all. I'm sleeping now. I'll wake up tomorrow.")
This was getting stranger and stranger by the minute. Anyways, there was nothing more I could do. I decided to follow the droplets of cum downstairs and to my surprise, it led to the kitchen. What was more shocking was that the kitchen counter and the surrounding area was a mess! On one side, there was a bowl of half-mixed atta ("wheat") dough which seemed to have seen better days, i.e. it was in tatters. Powdered masalas were strewn all over the floor near the counter and one of mom's bangles was idly sitting on the counter. The rest of the kitchen seemed normal.
Luckily, I found the camera intact and knew that it was well hidden from her view. I brought it down from the shelf, examined it to see if it was indeed in one piece. Then I went to check the cameras in the dressing room and the bathroom. I took those with me and went back upstairs into my room. The only camera that I wasn't able to retrieve was my mom's bedroom camera. I decided to take care of that tomorrow.
When I got to my room, I quickly turned on my laptop, having completely forgotten about washing the already dried-up cum that was etched on my upper body. I was eager to know what had happened while I was asleep and these cameras were the only way I could find out. I pulled out the memory card from the camera saying "Kitchen CAM" and then inserted into my laptop's card reader to check for what happened in the last 3 hours that I was asleep.
I wavered for some time before turning on the video, the sweat forming on my forehead making me uneasy. The video started with an overview of the kitchen, the camera panning on to the kitchen counter, adjacent to the kitchen entrace.
"Trk! Trk!", the sound of the door unlocking. I remember this being the time when I was totally mesmerized by the porn video in front of me.
"Babu, bari achis", ("Babu, are you home") The familiar voice of my mom, which seemed to me that sounded very tired.
Mom entered the kitchen and I could see her wearing a blue, chiffon sari which was semi transparent. She also wore a blue, sleeveless blouse underneath and I thought I noticed through the translucent saree that one of the hooks of her blouse were torn, causing a deep valley between her white, milky tanks to become increasingly visible. But what was really odd was that her hair was dishevelled and her lipstick appeared to have been smothered around her protruding lips. I wondered why she would dress so carelessly while going to her paternal house, to have a meeting with the local MLA.
"Mone hoe ghore nei. Bhaloi hoeche. Thaklei proshno korto." ("Maybe he's not home. Good. If he were here, he would definitely ask questions.") I was a little surprised to hear that from my mother. I admit that I have been asking a lot of questions recently, but that's only because of what she's done and been doing in the past few weeks.
Anyways, my mother headed to the dressing room. At this point I was tempted to put on the video of the dressing room. But I stopped myself because I knew the real action happened in the kitchen and I wanted to get to it as soon as possible. After about 5 minutes, I fast-forwarded the video by about 15 more minutes. At that time, there was a call on the door. My mom was in the final stages of her dress up and I saw her peep into the kitchen once - she was wearing the same sexy, new yellow plus-size nighty - and then walk towards the main door to open it. In my gut, I had a feeling that it could be Shyam Uncle!
I imagined my mom in the situation, her juicy pussy being drilled doggy style by a filthty low-class pervert, with a humungous dick. "Mmmmm....Yessss!! Harder! Faster!", the more she screamed, the closer the son got to orgasm. He was enjoying the view, enjoying his sweet, homely mom being ravaged by this monster. He was frothing at the mouth, unable to contain the anguish, little drops of precum were oozing from the tip of his little manhood.
I heard the door unlock, but I was too far into this amazing fuck session to actually check whether my own mom had come in. My mind was racing with the thoughts of some low-class pervert taking my mom from behind, burying his dirty, uncut meat deep into her womb and making her scream like a filthy whore! "Ahhhh......I'm cummiinnggggg!", the woman in the video cried along with the two males. And so did I! A thick spurt of white goo launched from the tip of my prick and landed on my chest, stomach and even my chin. It was an amazing orgasm; perhaps too amazing. Since I fell asleep on the chair soon after, without even cleaning myself up.
When I woke up, I was in a haze. It was night-time. I checked the clock. "9:30 PM! Holy Shit!", I almost yelled." I had asleep for nearly 3 hours. The cum on my chest had dryed up to form a hard, sticky goo. I tried wiping it with a towel, but it wouldn't work. So I decided to have a bath.
While walking down the stairs, I noticed something strange. Drops of white sticky liquid were on each staircase. I bent down and ticked a sample of the liquid. My eyes got widened as I realized what it was. "Fresh cum!", I said to myself. I walked back upstairs, tracing the drops of semen to see where it leads and to my shock, it stopped right outside my mother's bedroom door.
I knocked, "Ma, tumi ghore acho" ("Mom, are you home"). No answer.
I knocked again. "Ki holo Acho ki ghore Shara dao!" ("What happened Are you home Answer me!")
Then I heard my mom speak in a faint voice. "Babu, amar sorir ajke bhalo nei. Tumi kichu ekta banie khe nao." ("Babu, today I'm not feeling well. Make something and eat it yourself.")
I was genuinely concerned now. "Keno ki hoeche tomar" ("Why what happened to you")
"Ei ektu klanto. Ekhon ghumachi. Kal sokale thik hoejabe." ("Just a little tired, that's all. I'm sleeping now. I'll wake up tomorrow.")
This was getting stranger and stranger by the minute. Anyways, there was nothing more I could do. I decided to follow the droplets of cum downstairs and to my surprise, it led to the kitchen. What was more shocking was that the kitchen counter and the surrounding area was a mess! On one side, there was a bowl of half-mixed atta ("wheat") dough which seemed to have seen better days, i.e. it was in tatters. Powdered masalas were strewn all over the floor near the counter and one of mom's bangles was idly sitting on the counter. The rest of the kitchen seemed normal.
Luckily, I found the camera intact and knew that it was well hidden from her view. I brought it down from the shelf, examined it to see if it was indeed in one piece. Then I went to check the cameras in the dressing room and the bathroom. I took those with me and went back upstairs into my room. The only camera that I wasn't able to retrieve was my mom's bedroom camera. I decided to take care of that tomorrow.
When I got to my room, I quickly turned on my laptop, having completely forgotten about washing the already dried-up cum that was etched on my upper body. I was eager to know what had happened while I was asleep and these cameras were the only way I could find out. I pulled out the memory card from the camera saying "Kitchen CAM" and then inserted into my laptop's card reader to check for what happened in the last 3 hours that I was asleep.
I wavered for some time before turning on the video, the sweat forming on my forehead making me uneasy. The video started with an overview of the kitchen, the camera panning on to the kitchen counter, adjacent to the kitchen entrace.
"Trk! Trk!", the sound of the door unlocking. I remember this being the time when I was totally mesmerized by the porn video in front of me.
"Babu, bari achis", ("Babu, are you home") The familiar voice of my mom, which seemed to me that sounded very tired.
Mom entered the kitchen and I could see her wearing a blue, chiffon sari which was semi transparent. She also wore a blue, sleeveless blouse underneath and I thought I noticed through the translucent saree that one of the hooks of her blouse were torn, causing a deep valley between her white, milky tanks to become increasingly visible. But what was really odd was that her hair was dishevelled and her lipstick appeared to have been smothered around her protruding lips. I wondered why she would dress so carelessly while going to her paternal house, to have a meeting with the local MLA.
"Mone hoe ghore nei. Bhaloi hoeche. Thaklei proshno korto." ("Maybe he's not home. Good. If he were here, he would definitely ask questions.") I was a little surprised to hear that from my mother. I admit that I have been asking a lot of questions recently, but that's only because of what she's done and been doing in the past few weeks.
Anyways, my mother headed to the dressing room. At this point I was tempted to put on the video of the dressing room. But I stopped myself because I knew the real action happened in the kitchen and I wanted to get to it as soon as possible. After about 5 minutes, I fast-forwarded the video by about 15 more minutes. At that time, there was a call on the door. My mom was in the final stages of her dress up and I saw her peep into the kitchen once - she was wearing the same sexy, new yellow plus-size nighty - and then walk towards the main door to open it. In my gut, I had a feeling that it could be Shyam Uncle!
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