Wife pays for husband's sins (blckml,humiliation of innocent housewife)

[msd23]

what a story.... cant wait to see dishas fucking

[ronylol]

cant wait bro

[saleem8026]

Erotic update

[tweeny_fory]

super erotic updates...
the turn of events between mom n sun was so quick that he had his day at the end...
so now we can see more of mom son fucking in open n other places...

the next one to explore is the dau.. lets see she falls into this game

[drlund]

Unexpected and fast update...
But love your story.. excellent writing and awesome update as always..
Waiting for the next part..

[xboard1986]

Extremely Hotttt

[sam1981]

When Mr. Misra awoke the next morning he slowly opened his eyes and turned towards Jyoti. She was wide awake, staring at him. He thought back to his witnessing Disha's masturbating and instantly got hard. Kicking the cover off, Mr. Misra grabbed Jyoti's head and shoved it to his crotch. She obediently opened her mouth and began sucking his cock, not stopping until he exploded into her mouth and she swallowed the hot, slimy liquid.

Jyoti showered and went downstairs to make tea for Mr. Misra. She felt uncomfortable standing in the kitchen in a nighty without underwear on, but Mr. Misra had directed her dressing and insisted. She impatiently watched the tea boiling in the pot, wishing for it to speed up. She was so consumed with the coffee pot that she didn't hear the soft steps made by feet clad in sneakers. Jyoti literally shrieked when she felt a hand on her ass. She spun around to see her son smiling.

"Aarav, what are you doing?" Jyoti said in a loud whisper.

The boy was stunned. His mother had come to him the night before and they had great sex. He thought she was playing a game he didn't understand and decided to play along. Aarav moved forward, causing Jyoti to back up until she was against the counter. He then pressed his lips to hers and thrust his hand under her dress in one motion. Jyoti felt her son's tongue forcing its way into her mouth and his finger into her pussy.

Jyoti became hysterical, pushing and clawing at her son. Her venomous assault was finally too much for the confused boy so Aarav backed away. Just then the telephone rang. Jyoti ran to answer the phone, but didn't have time to even say "hello." Her eyes darted around the room when she heard Mr. Misra' voice and what he was telling her. He had obviously seen her and Aarav's struggle in the kitchen so she guessed correctly that he had cameras throughout the house.

"No I can't," Jyoti whimpered.

"You will or else I'll invite your son up here to watch videos."

There was silence on both ends of the telephone line and then Jyoti softly stated that she understood. Without further words, Jyoti hung up.

"Who was that?" Aarav asked.

"Huh? Oh, never mind. It's not important."

"Mom, I'm sorry. I guess I don't understand. After last night... well, I thought..."

Aarav's voice faded. He was not sure what was happening, was last night a dream. Meanwhile, Jyoti’s eyes once again searched the room, knowing she and her son were being watched by Mr. Misra. He had called her on his cell phone and was very clear about what he expected.

"Aarav, it's my fault. I don't know what got into me last night, but I can see I caused a problem. Let me take care of it for you."

Aarav still didn't understand his mother's strange behavior, and actually took a step backwards when Jyoti moved towards him. He was about to say something when Jyoti pressed her lips to his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Aarav immediately responded, using his own tongue to push hers back into her mouth. He began a passionate kiss, but suddenly stopped and pulled his head away. Aarav looked down when he felt his mother's hand rubbing his cock.

"Mom...?"

"Shhh, darling, let Mommy take care of your problem."

Aarav didn't know that Jyoti was acting on Mr. Misra' orders. The stunned boy was silent, standing in the kitchen, while his mother's hands unbuckled his belt and then opened his pants. Soon his clothes were pushed to his ankles and his hard cock pointed at his mother. Jyoti's hand wrapped around her son's cock and gently wanked him. Aarav let out a sigh and grabbed the table for support.

Jyoti dropped to her knees and looked around the room one last time. She didn't see the cameras but knew they were there. She turned back to her son's cock and admired its size, then stuffed it into her mouth. Jyoti held the dick between her lips and flicked her tongue all around it. Aarav moaned his approval. Then Jyoti began moving her head, dragging her lips along the shaft, from time to time stopping to suck on the fat head. Aarav continued to lean on the table, but his other hand rested on the top of his mother's head feeling it move back and forth.

"Oh, Mom..." Aarav gasped.

Jyoti stopped moving when she felt her son's hips jerk, and then began swallowing his sperm. Aarav's fingers clutched her hair, pulling it so that
Jyoti felt a slight pain in her scalp, but she didn't pull away. Her instructions were clear. Jyoti was to swallow all of her son's sperm, and that's just what she did.

Only when Aarav stopped cumming did she back away and stand up.

When Aarav came around he suddenly felt embarrassed standing before his mother in the kitchen with his saliva-coated cock hanging between his legs. He quickly stooped and grabbed his clothes, yanking his pants and underwear up in one motion. Aarav blurted out that he had to meet a friend and almost ran out of the house.

Jyoti stood in the kitchen with the taste of her son's sperm lingering in her mouth. The tension she felt triggered tears to flow down her cheeks. She turned in a daze and noticed the chai was boiling and ready to flow out of the pot. Jyoti carried the tea to the bedroom, to Mr. Misra, all the while sniffling and weeping.

"What are you crying about?" Mr. Misra asked when Jyoti entered the bedroom.

"You're ruining my life."

"If anyone ruined your life it's your husband. Don't blame me."

"You really believe that, don't you?" Jyoti asked incredulously.

"Yeah, don't you?"

Jyoti thought about it for a moment and, in a way, it was Ajay's fault. If it hadn't been for his shortcomings none of this would have happened. But Mr. Misra was to blame too. He didn't have to make her do all those perverted things. He was a monster. But Jyoti knew it was useless to argue. She served Mr. Misra his tea and sat in a chair, silently watching him drink. To her he looked like a king knowing his lowly servant was at his beck 'n call.

[Renjith]

Continue

[ronylol]

waiting for disha

[masochist]

Yeah, lets wait and see how it goes with disha. Awesome story..

[saleem8026]

Nice sexy update

[Locker]

Awesome story and good update

[veeravaibhav]

Jyoti is a complete slut now. Soon Disha will also become a complete slut. Both will start enjoy a new profession as prostitutes for clients of Mishra. Waiting for update.

[sam1981]

Jyoti stood in the kitchen with the taste of her son's sperm lingering in her mouth. The tension she felt triggered tears to flow down her cheeks. She turned in a daze and noticed the green light on the coffee machine. The coffee was ready. Jyoti carried the coffee to her bedroom, to Mr. Misra, all the while sniffling and weeping.

"What are you crying about?" Mr. Misra asked when Jyoti entered the bedroom.

"You're ruining my life."

"If anyone ruined your life it's your husband. Don't blame me."

"You really believe that, don't you?" Jyoti asked incredulously.

"Yeah, don't you?"

Jyoti thought about it for a moment and, in a way, it was Ajay's fault. If it hadn't been for his shortcomings none of this would have happened. But Mr. Misra was to blame too. He didn't have to make her do all those perverted things. He was a monster. But Jyoti knew it was useless to argue. She served Mr. Misra his coffee and sat in a chair, silently watching him drink. To her he looked like a king knowing his lowly servant was at his beck 'n call.

After Mr. Misra had his tea, he felt restless. He absentmindedly looked around the room and then his eyes stayed on Jyoti. She was very attractive and he knew she was naked under her nighty. Mr. Misra told Jyoti to remove her nighty which she promptly did. He studied her body, noticing that she was no longer shy when he looked at her nude. She had come a long way since he first made her strip in front of him. Part of him missed her modesty and the humiliation she had felt standing naked before him. Misra’s cock sprung to action.

"Go on, sit on it," Mr. Misra said.

Jyoti grabbed Mr. Misra' cock and guided it to her pussy. She sat down gently, feeling his cock enter her. When it was all the way inside her, Jyoti paused a moment to adjust to its size and then slowly lifted up. Without being told to, Jyoti began fucking her husband's boss.

Mr. Misra looked up into Jyoti's face. He knew she hated having to fuck him, but he also knew that part of her enjoyed it. He had evidently unleashed repressed feelings that Jyoti hadn't known she had. Mr. Misra felt Jyoti's pussy gripping his cock while she bounced up and down on it, increasing the pleasure she was feeling. Jyoti would deny it, even to herself, but Mr. Misra knew she was enjoying the fuck.

Mr. Misra heard a squeak and leaned to the side, looking around Jyoti's bouncing body. He caught a glimpse of someone peering through the now cracked door. When the door was pushed open a little more, Mr. Misra recognized Jyoti's daughter. He panicked for a moment but then realized the girl hadn't screamed. She hadn't left either. Disha was watching.

Mr. Misra thrust up hard into Jyoti and she reacted by crashing down on his cock. Unlike earlier, he did it repeatedly. It triggered something inside Jyoti who began bouncing up and down on his cock so hard and fast that she had to lean forward on her hands to support herself. Jyoti was moaning and grunting as she fucked Mr. Misra' big cock. And then a loud "aaaaaahhhhhh" escaped her mouth as she climaxed.

Disha had gotten up and went to use the bathroom. She had heard noises coming from down the hall and followed them. Standing outside her parents' bedroom door, Disha listened to the sounds. Although a virgin, not counting the dildo she occasionally used, Disha understood what the sounds were. She had never heard noises like that come from her parents' bedroom and, anyway, her father wasn't even home. The high school girl's curiosity got the better of her so she turned the doorknob as quietly as she could and pushed the door slightly open. She held her breath when the hinges squeaked, but looked into the room anyway. Disha wasn't able to see much but, since the noises hadn't stopped, she believed she was undetected. Disha pushed the door open a little more and felt so dizzy at what she saw that she almost fainted.

Her mother was naked astride a man, and since her father wasn't home it couldn't be him. Her mother was bouncing up and down, fucking the man. She was doing most of the work, although the man sometimes thrust up into her. When that happened Disha heard her mother grunt, but then she'd pick up her pace. And when the man became more active, her mother went ballistic. She leaned forward and fucked the man harder. In that position, Disha was able to see the man's cock sliding in and out of her mother's pussy. Disha watched open-mouthed. And then her mother cried out and stopped moving, other than her buttocks clenching.

Disha continued watching as her mother fell forward onto the man. The movement caused his cock to slide out of her pussy, popping out completely. Disha saw the cock spring upwards and then lean back towards her mother's red and swollen pussy-lips. His cock was shiny with what Disha knew to be her mother's juices.

And then, after her mother had been given time to rest, the man whispered into her ear. Looking very tired, her mother shifted and turned around. Disha ducked further behind the door, but did not leave. Her mother didn't look up so Disha inched forward a little to get a better look. She almost gasped when her mother put the cock into her mouth. Disha watched her straight-laced mother suck the cock that had just fucked her. And by the look of it, was experienced in giving blowjobs. But if that wasn't a big enough shock, Disha heard the man grunt and saw her mother's cheeks puff out. The man's ass kept lifting off the bed and Disha knew he was cumming in her mother's mouth. Disha watched in silence as her mother swallowed the sperm. Disha looked at the man but didn't recognize him, then noticed him staring in her direction. She didn't know if he saw her but panicked and dashed down the hall to the bathroom.

[ronylol]

cant wait bro . what will happen now

[Ajay Kailash]

Awesome. Waiting to see Disha and Jyoti fucking and fucked by Mishra

[drlund]

Awesome...
Love the pace of story

[Dumeelkumar]

Lovely update

[Ananthukutty]

Superb

[Vishal Ramana]

Wow. Interesting turn of events