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"There's something different about you." Ganesh looked at his wife across the dinner table. "New haircut?"


"No." Anushka shook her head and blushed. Was her husband really so clueless? She'd made a deal with a dead woman. That deal had somehow changed her body. More importantly, she'd done irredeemable things with her eighteen-year-old son. "Nothing's different."



"She's just wearing different clothes, Dad." Krishan eyed his broccoli and pushed it around his plate with his fork.

"Yeah, Mom. You're always on the frumpy side of things, but you really went the extra mile tonight." Shriya pointed at the oversized shirt Anushka wore over her dress. "Is that one of Dad's sweatshirts?"

"Yes." Anushka nodded and took a sip of water. "I think I'd like some wine tonight. Do you want some wine, Ganesh?"

"Yes, to wine." Ganesh stroked his beard. "But it's not the clothes. Something else changed, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"It's nothing," Anushka said in a hushed voice. She quickly stood and rushed into the kitchen to fetch a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"I'll have some wine, too," Shriya called after her.

"When you're twenty-one." Ganesh gave his daughter a stern look. "Not a day before."

"Here you go, Ganesh." Anushka returned to the dining room with two glasses and the bottle. She put a wine glass in front of her husband and looked at the red liquid sloshing back and forth, thinking of that hellish glow that had emanated from her breasts, hips, and between her legs. What sort of bargain had she struck? Anushka didn't know.



"Thank you." Ganesh looked up at his wife as she stood next to him eyeing her wine. "You can sit back down now."

"What?" Anushka's cheeks flushed a deeper red and she returned to her seat. "Sorry, I was just thinking." She placed the wine bottle in the middle of the table and took a long sip from her wine.

"Good ... broccoli." Krishan had yet to take a bite. His cheeks also turned rosy as he thought about why his mom might be so nervous. Krishan had invaded her earlier that day. He'd plundered her and stretched her. It was more than strange trying to pretend everything was normal when it wasn't. Krishan felt a bit woozy. Would her pussy tighten back up or would it be different now?

"What's up with you two?" Shriya watched her brother closely. "You're acting weird, Krish."

"It's just been a long, strange day, Shriya." Ganesh watched his wife finish off her wine and pour herself another glass. "What with the prowler and everything."

"I want us to bring in an expert on the supernatural, Ganesh. I feel like our house is haunted." Anushka looked over at her husband with soft, brown eyes.

"Not this again." Ganesh took a bite of chicken and chewed. "Even if I thought it was a good idea, we don't have the money. That and ghosts aren't real."

Anushka was tempted to refute his pig-headedness by telling Ganesh about her experiences that day. She could strip right there at the table and show him what the mansion had done to her. But she would never hurt her husband like that. She chose a different tack. "King Saul brings in the Witch of Endor to communicate with prophet Samuel's ghost. And it works. The ghost talks to them." She took another sip of wine. "I'll find someone who'll help us for free. I promise."

"Your own Witch of Endor?" Ganesh could feel himself losing this argument.

"Something like that." Anushka nodded and polished off her second glass of wine. She poured herself a third.

"Fine." Ganesh sighed. "But I don't want this getting in the way of our remodel."

"Fine." Anushka nodded. She could get a handle on the situation.



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That night, Anushka secluded herself in the study. She shopped for new bras online, but didn't really know what size she needed. Drunk and exhausted, she was really just waiting for her husband to go to sleep before she went to bed.

Much later, in the darkness of her bedroom, she removed her clothes down to her panties and slipped under the sheets next to the snoring Ganesh. What would she tell him when he finally noticed her more womanly body? Would he even notice?

Anushka lay in her bed a long time, her mind returning again and again to that deep penetration by Krishan's oversized thing. She knew that after those events, she'd never be the same. But she hoped that if they could exorcise the house, she and Krishan might return to some semblance of normal. Without thinking about it, her hands moved down under her panties. She quietly stroked herself to orgasm while her husband snored next to her. She was terrified of getting caught by him, but she couldn't stop. After about ten minutes, she shuddered through ecstasy and worked to catch her breath.



The masturbation had a calming effect. A little while later, sleep took her and she dreamed of giving herself to dark creatures. It was a fitful night of tossing and turning.

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The hallway was a scary place at night. Of course, Krishan was old enough that the dark shouldn't frighten him. And that was true until Vinay changed it. Now the great mansion was a looming threat with all its lights extinguished for the day. Unfortunately, Krishan had to pee and the only way to get to the bathroom was to cross that gloomy hall.

Krishan flipped off the blanket and limped across his room. Moonlight bathed the floorboards in a pale glow. He adjusted his micro-boxers, the only thing he wore, and shivered. He looked both ways, but the long hall offered nothing but still shadows. He wanted to dart into the bathroom, but his gimpy ankle wouldn't let him. He slowly moved across the hall, flipped on the bathroom light, and relieved himself. When he was done, he turned toward the bathroom doorway and froze. He still held his torpid dick in his hands.

"No smile for me, Krishan?" Nayanthara stood in the hall, looking in at him. She wore a long, white nightgown and cradled her  belly with her left hand. Nayanthara looked down at the soft penis. "Your leviathan sleeps, I see. I can understand that it would be tired. Such a busy day."



"I'm sorry." Krishan tucked his dick back in his underwear. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands at the sink. "You startled me. I thought you might be ... him."

Nayanthara arched an eyebrow and looked to her left and right conspiratorially. "He does indeed search, even now. But his anger blinds him, dearie. He is ... attenuated at present. Never fear." She held her arms open in front of her. "Now, let me embrace my little conqueror. We have much to celebrate."

Without thinking, Krishan finally gave her that smile and limped into her arms. Despite the cool temperature of her skin, he felt so perfectly at home pressed up against the swelling mountains of her breasts and belly. He squeezed her tight and looked up into her mirthful, green eyes. "I did it, Nayanthara. I don't know if I should have, but I did it."



"You certainly did." Nayanthara kissed him on the forehead and took his hand in hers. She led him back into his bedroom and closed the door behind them. "Never feel shame for what you do with your mother, Krish. It is the most natural thing and will bring you both an ocean of happiness." She brought him to his bed, moving slowly so as not to push his sprained ankle too much. They sat down on the edge of the mattress. She gazed at a picture on the wall with lots of curving lines and circles. "What does that illustration chart?"

"That poster?" Krishan glanced at the wall. "That shows every mission beyond Earth's orbit. You see that's Earth there. That's Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, and so on."

"Missions? You've lost me, I'm afraid." A slight frown crept across her freckled face. There was so much to this new world that was beyond her.

"Well ... um ... maybe I could explain it later?" Krishan regarded the gentle curve of her feminine jawline and her dainty, alluring neck. "We were talking about my mom?"

"Yes, of course." The sadness disappeared and Nayanthara's white teeth reappeared, framed in a bright smile. "You found a task worthy of that mighty bludgeon." She looked down at his underwear and could see his penis hardening. "And it's not as weary as I thought. All to the good."

"So, you're happy?" Krishan pushed his blond hair back on his head and gave her a look full of eagerness. "Can we ...?"

Nayanthara let out her jaunty, melodic laugh. "Young men have a mind for only one thing. But first, some discourse. While I am pleased that you maneuvered Anushka into bed, I have some disquiet over your manner once she opened her flower to you."



"What do you mean?" Krishan's fingers twisted the blanket in his hand. Had he done something wrong? Well, of course he'd done something wrong. He'd had sex with his mother.

"Attend, Krishan." Nayanthara reached up and caressed his soft cheek with her fingertips. "You are no longer the meek thing you were. If you mate with acquiescence, you'll lose your women to the stallion in the neighboring pasture. Understand? You don't want to play the part of the gelding, like your father."

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"Wait just a second, he -" Krishan fell back on the bed as her frigid hands pushed on his bare chest.

"But fear not, young one." Nayanthara lifted her nightgown to her waist and straddled Krishan. "I will teach you all that you must know. Now, seize my bosom."

"What?" Krishan looked up at her in confusion.

"Demonstrate your longing. Take my breasts in your hands and maul them, dearie." She smiled sweetly down at him, like she'd asked him to fetch her an ice cream.

"I'm not supposed to. I shouldn't have even pulled your hair that one time. I mean, I want to, but it's not right." Krishan stared at her with wide eyes.

"Don't make me cross." Nayanthara's face darkened and her smile evaporated. Suddenly looking quite formidable, she swung her right hand and struck Krishan's left cheek with her open palm. The sound of the slap reverberated around the room. "Do as I ask."

"Yes, Nayanthara." Krishan's cheek burned. He resolved not to disappoint Nayanthara again. "Like this?" He reached up and massaged her boobs, tugging a pulling. They were so full and supple, and so cold.



"I can see I'll have to be patient. You are such a tender soul." Nayanthara sighed and a little half-smile returned to her lips. The darkness had passed. "You have the tools, dearie. But you have much to learn. We'll take small steps." She reached under her and pulled his boxers down to his thighs. "But I don't mean to only reprimand you on your day of glory. You may have your reward." She grasped his throbbing cock and slid it into her vagina. The rod was so warm, and it filled her with the most wonderful heat. "Let me guide you a little." She reached down and took his hands in hers. She placed his small hands on her rocking hips. "You sat there like a lump while your mother did all the work. You may think that your prodigious bludgeon is enough for any woman on its own. But that is not so."

"I don't want to ... uh ... uh ... hurt anyone." Krishan grunted as her frigid pussy clamped on his dick.

"Never fear ... oooohhhhhh ... I ask only that you hold me with some urgency at this time. Women yearn to be needed." Nayanthara sped up her hips. She pulled her nightgown over her head, exposing her pale skin to the moonlight. "All women want to be kneaded." She tossed the nightgown to the floor. The round mounds of her boobs and belly shook with the effort of her coupling. "Evidence to a woman your desire by releasing your manly nature. Continue your practice on me. Now."



"Okay." Krishan sat up so that he could reach around and cup her butt. He pressed hard into her icy flesh and massaged each cheek.

"Yeesssssss." Nayanthara cherished the feeling of his thin chest pushing against her belly. They fit together perfectly. The young gentleman and the mature lady, both at the height of vitality. "You need no permission. Win my heart through my body, as a ruffian would. Take what you want. This is what a woman wants. This is what your mother wants."

"I ... uh ... uh ... understand." Krishan's pleasure built as the pale woman undulated on his lap. He leaned forward, without asking, and pressed his lips to the chill of her breasts. He softly nibbled at the supple nipple between his teeth.

"That's it, dearie," Nayanthara hissed. She cradled his head in her hands, running her fingers through his blond hair. "Take ... take ... take ... all that I offer. And then push me to offer more."

"Mmmmmmmmm." Krishan sucked on the nipple and cold, sweet milk flowed into his mouth. He gulped the intoxicating drink down. His hands gripped her firm butt, pressing her onto his dick with each forward churn of her hips.



Nayanthara rode Krishan like that for a long time. She cooed and grunted as he moved his mouth from one breast to the other, taking her milk from her. Eventually, she felt the spasms in his thighs and hips. He was ready. "Now it's ... oooohhhhh ... your turn to give, Krish. Fill me with your infernal seed."

Krishan barely heard her words, he was so lost in the ecstasy of the moment. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh." He unloaded inside the apparition's pussy, convulsing with each shot of cum. When he was done and coming down from his high, he found that he'd already been tucked into bed. He was so tired. He looked up to see the naked redhead lean over him and give him a kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight," Krishan said and closed his eyes.



"Goodnight, my prince," Nayanthara whispered. "May you conquer many in your dreams." She straightened up and smiled down at the boy as he drifted into sleep. And she, herself, drifted off, too, disappearing from the room like dust on the wind.

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The twins sat in the dining room eating breakfast before school. "How's the ankle?" Shriya said between bites of bagel.

"I'll live." Krishan paused his spoonful of cereal on its way to his mouth. "How's your hand?"

"I'll live." Shriya held up her lightly bandaged hand and offered a thin smile. "I just don't want to see that man with the top hat ever again."

"Me too." Krishan nodded and took the bite of cereal. That was so very true.

The doorbell chimed, playing the first eight notes from Beethoven's Fifth Symphony.

"I'll get it." Anushka stepped out of the kitchen and walked through the dining room. She wore a skirt and an oversized t-shirt.

"You look ... different, Mom," Shriya called after her.

"Don't be rude, pumpkin." Anushka smiled at her daughter. Her plan today was to pretend nothing was wrong. Fake it until you make it.



Krishan could just barely hear Anushka talking to someone as she answered the door. A few minutes later, she returned to the dining room with two people behind her. "Krishan and Shriya, meet our guests." Anushka smiled at her children. "This is Mr. Maxamed Samatar and Mrs. Khadra Samatar." Anushka stepped to the side so her children could say hello. Maxamed was a tallish man with dark skin, short black hair, and a crisp blue suit and tie. He did not smile at the twins. Khadra was a short, slim woman, wearing a dress that covered all but her hands, and a headscarf that covered her hair and neck. Her complexion matched her husband's, but she offered a wide smile with lots of white teeth.

"Hello, children." Khadra nodded to each twin in turn.

"Hello." Shriya returned the smile and looked at the equipment each guest held. They had all sorts of electronic devices in their hands and hung over their shoulders.

"Hi." Krishan hadn't ever met a woman with a hijab before, but he had seen them around. He thought Khadra was quite striking with her pretty, heart-shaped face. He wondered what her hair looked like. But, he guessed, that was the point of the hijab. "Are you helping with the remodel?"

"We are here to -" Khadra started to say something, but was cut off by her husband.

"We are experts with the paranormal." Maxamed's countenance looked grim. "We are here to investigate and rid your home of any demons that may linger. I get the feeling that we may be needed. I feel the presence of Dhegdheer. Do you not, Khadra?"

"Let's not scare the children." Kahdra's smile widened further as she tried to reassure the two youngsters.

"We're not children. We're eighteen." Shriya raised an eyebrow and looked at Anushka. "What's this about, Mom?"

"Nothing, pumpkin." Anushka stepped over to her daughter and patted her on the shoulder.



"Ghosts?" Krishan's face turned pale. He suddenly worried for Nayanthara. "You're here to rid the house of ghosts?"

While Krishan talked to the Samatars, Shriya stood and leaned close to Anushka. "Ghosts, Mom? This is weird. I don't think they're even Christian," Shriya whispered.

"They were free," Anushka whispered to her daughter as Krishan peppered the Samatars with questions. "I don't mind who they worship. I just want them to check the house. It's just a precaution." Anushka leaned away from Shriya and addressed the room. "The twins were just leaving for school. Would you like to put down your things?"

"We'll set them down below the main stairs and get started. This could take all morning." Maxamed eyed Anushka like he did not like what he saw. "Where is your husband?"

"He's up in the west tower." Anushka walked past her guests to the dining room doorway. "I'll lead you to him. You can drop your stuff on the way." She turned back to the twins. "Off to school with you two." She then left with the Samatars right behind her.

"I don't like it." Krishan furrowed his brows and stared at the empty doorway.

"It's weird, but whatever." Shriya picked up her backpack from where it leaned by the wall. "Does Mom look like she's putting on weight to you?"

"Maybe a little." Krishan slowly stood and moved toward his own backpack. He didn't want to leave the house and let those people harm Nayanthara. But what could he do?

"She looks good, don't get me wrong." Shriya didn't notice the far off look in her brother's eyes. "I'm just worried that the move may have been harder on her than normal. Gaining weight is a sign of ..." Shriya talked and talked as they made their way to the front door.

Beyond his sister's voice, Krishan heard a whisper pass down the long hall. It was Nayanthara's sweet voice.

"Never fear, dearie," Nayanthara said. "I've faced worse. I'll be here when you return."



Krishan smiled and looked at his sister. She was still talking about weight. She didn't seem to hear Nayanthara. He took a deep breath. This was good. Everything would be fine. The twins left the house to go catch their bus.

~~

When Maxamed and Khadra started their investigation, Maxamed switched to speaking Somali. He knew his wife preferred English, but he always thought the mother tongue would give them the upper hand on American evil spirits. "They have lots of white people books," Maxamed said in Somali. He surveyed the library, holding his electromagnetic field detector in front of him.

"What are white people books?" Khadra also spoke Somali. She was a good wife and tried to do what was asked of her.

"I'm picking up something on the meter. A heavy EMF." Maxamed stepped closer to the books and stopped with his detector touching a book titled First Love. "This, Khadra, is a white person book."

"Is it?" Khadra moved close to her husband and read the spine. "It's Russian, not American."

Maxamed turned off his detector and looked carefully at the spine of each book in the area.

"That is the problem with you, husband." Khadra shivered despite the warm temperature in the room. "It is always us and them with you. I am American. It is simply we, now."

"Watch your tongue, woman." Maxamed pulled out First Love and looked in the gap where it had been.

"Sorry." Khadra lowered her eyes.

"There is something here behind the books." Maxamed took more books from the shelf and stared. "have mercy."

"What is it?" Khadra peered into the opening her husband had made and gasped. "What malevolent spirit taunts us so?"

"Grab me a bag and tongs." Maxamed watched his slender wife dig into her bag. "Do you think it is the lady's? She was dressed like a harlot."

"No. She's the innocent sort." Khadra rose with the bag and tongs and handed them to her husband. "Look at the size. What woman could fit that inside her?"

"If you take my tool inside you, surely you could take this." Maxamed chuckled to himself. "Do not answer that. This thing is that of a giant."

Khadra giggled but did not answer. She watched her husband bag it up and stuff it in his tote. "What other tricks does this spirit have in store?"

"We shall see." Maxamed put the books back on the shelf. "We shall see."

~~

The paranormal investigators sat across the dining table from Ganesh and Anushka. They had spent the morning going through the house. Somewhere far off in the house a clock struck noon.

Khadra cocked her head and listened. That was odd, she didn't remember seeing a large chiming clock as they searched the house.

"Can we offer you lunch?" Anushka smiled at the couple.

"No thank you." Maxamed barely curved his lips in reply. "Ridding the world of evil spirits is payment enough. Of course, some people choose to donate to our cause. That would be greatly appreciated."

Ganesh shot Anushka a harsh look.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Samatar." Anushka patted Ganesh's hand on the table. "We're a little short on funds right now."

"Well, maybe when you spend some time in your lovely house without the company of spirits, you will find some funds. Yes?" Maxamed nodded to himself. "Our instruments picked up many anomalous results. The library was of particular interest to us. We found objects that had lingering traces of an entity." Maxamed placed Anushka's copy of First Love, on the table. "Do you know this book?"

"Yes." Anushka nodded and thought about Nayanthara's interest in the novel. "That's my book."

"Strange." Khadra opened the book and peered at the first page. "Perhaps -"

"Perhaps it is of little interest." Maxamed cut off his wife. "We also found this tool in the library. I must warn you, this is ... um ... uncomfortable for us." He reached into his tote. "But that is what the spirits desire. To make us uneasy." He pulled the massive, black dildo, out of his tote. It was still in a clear plastic bag. He placed it on the table.

Ganesh's eyes widened, but he said nothing.

"Um ... um ..." Anushka stammered. How did it get back in the library? "I've ... we've never seen that before."

Khadra eyed Anushka closely. Was this her phallus after all? Khadra could not imagine this innocent woman taking such a thing inside her. She adjusted her headscarf and tried to think purer thoughts.

"Just as I thought." Maxamed nodded with gravity. "These evil spirits love tricks. We will dispose of this for you."

"Thank you." Ganesh glared at his wife.

"We have made symbols of protection with salt on the floor of the library, the main living room, and the boy's room upstairs," Maxamed said. "Also, the fireplaces. Wherever our sensors picked up activity. Please do not disturb the symbols."

"Is that really necessary?" Ganesh sighed. He couldn't believe his wife got him to agree to this.

"Most necessary." Maxamed's dark lips pressed together. He did not like being questioned. "The last thing to discuss is the locked room by the main stairs. We must gain access."

"We don't have a key." Ganesh shrugged. "I'll get to it eventually. The best we can tell from the original house plan is that it was some sort of drawing room. Smaller than the other living rooms."

"I do not think that is right." Maxamed shook his head slowly. "That I do not like. I will place a very strong protection symbol outside that door. In a week's time, we will return to freshen our symbols. If the door is unlocked by then, that would be very well for all."

"Sure." Ganesh would get to it when he got to it.

"We will now finish up with your home." Khadra offered her pretty smile and stood.

"In a week, we'll return. We encourage you to consider a donation at that time so that we may continue our invaluable work." Maxamed gathered his things and stood next to his wife.

"We'll think about it." Anushka stood too.

"Thank you." Maxamed nodded and the couple exited the dining room.

"What a scam," Ganesh whispered.

"They've calmed my nerves, dear." Anushka patted Ganesh's shoulder. "Maybe we will give them a small donation when they come back."

"And how did that huge black thing end up in the library, Anu? I thought you threw it away." Ganesh stood, suddenly very nervous that his wife had been using that monster behind his back.

"It wasn't me." Anushka looked into his eyes with complete sincerity. "I don't know how that thing got in the library."

"Okay, fine." Funny thing was, Ganesh believed his wife. She hadn't put it there. Maybe the house was haunted. Or maybe she was sleepwalking. Whatever was happening, Ganesh wished his list of projects wasn't quite so long. He didn't want his family to spend any more time in the  Mansion than they had to.

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Krishan burst in the front door after school. His sister still trudged up the front walk behind him. "Mom?" He walked into the entry room and looked around. Something caught his eye to the left. Something white on the floor outside the locked door. He walked over to it and looked down. Drawn on the floor in white power was a crude bird with an arrow in its claw.

"What's that?" Shriya walked up next to her brother and looked down.

"That will rid us of our little ghost, problem. Supposedly." Ganesh descended the stairs and looked down at his kids. "There's a few of those symbols around the house. Don't disturb them or face the wrath of your mother."

"This is weird, Dad." Shriya looked over at her father.

"I agree. I'll have a little talk with the pastor about it on Sunday." Ganesh got to the bottom of the stairs. "Until then, don't mess with the salt pictures. They won't harm anything."

"Sure, Dad." Shriya said.

"Sure." Krishan kept his eyes on the symbol. Until he saw Nayanthara again, he'd worry. She had told him everything would be fine, but this sort of symbolism seemed ... well, Krishan wasn't sure, but it was certainly more than he'd expected.

Krishan let his sister wander off to do homework, and his dad went back to work on the house. He wandered around and found more symbols in the library, and in front of the fireplaces in his room and the main living room. He also found his mom jogging on the treadmill in the basement. He froze when he saw her wide hips and side-boob bouncing with each stride. Even in an oversized t-shirt and baggy shorts, she was a splendid sight.

"Hi, Mom."



"Oh, hello, pumpkin." Anushka looked over her shoulder at him and caught him staring at her butt. She didn't remember Karun checking her out that way when he was a teenager. Then again, she hadn't ever done naughty things with Karun. She blushed and turned her head forward again. "Did Dad tell you about the symbols?"

"Yeah, Mom."

"We should be free and clear of the Varma's now. Everything will go back to normal." Anushka frowned at that and hit the button to stop the treadmill. If things were going to go back to normal, why was her body still so darn curvy? She'd resisted buying new clothes in the day since she'd made that bargain, but at the very least she'd need some new bras soon. Her poor boobs ached and were spilling out of the sports bra under her shirt. Maybe she'd need some new pants, too. She couldn't even fit into any of her jeans now.

"I hope not." Krishan realized he still had his backpack on. He slipped out of it and dropped it by the stairs.

"What do you mean?" The treadmill came to a full stop and beeped. Anushka had to do a double take at her seven-minute-thirty-eight-second per mile average. She hadn't run like that since she was a girl in high school track. "The Samatars seemed very professional. I think we can put all this behind us." She grabbed her hand towel and wiped off her sweaty face.

"Nayanthara is helping us, Mom." Krishan closed the distance between them. He could smell her sweat from several feet away. It smelled like raw energy. He loved it. "And speaking of help, I need some assistance with my ..."

"Not a chance, Krish." Anushka kept her back to him, towel still up to her face. "I do feel a sense of clear headedness since the Samatars did their thing. I think what we did was very wrong. Maybe we should sit down and talk about -" Anushka sucked in her breath as she felt hands sliding down her hips. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking some advice, Mom." Krishan reached around Anushka and dug his fingers into the front of her pelvis. He pulled her back against the hard dick in his pants.

"My, gosh," Anushka whispered. "It's really hard, isn't it?"

"Yeah, Mom." Krishan moved his hips and rubbed against the back of her shorts. His hands wandered northward and cupped her breasts through her shirt and sports bra. This level of assertiveness didn't feel natural, but he didn't want to be the gelding like Nayanthara had said. "You can just use your boobs again. We don't need to have sex."

"I can't ..." Anushka shut her eyes. All her focus went to that goliath pressed up against her backside. "I can't think straight. I thought we could move on ... from this ... but ..." Her son's hands were so forceful as they kneaded her breasts. She could clearly feel how deeply he desired her. His own mother. Heaven help them. She turned around in his arms and she looked down at his gentle blue eyes. "Not here, sweetie. Anyone could walk down those stairs any minute."

"I love you, Mom." Krishan leaned up and gently nibbled at her soft, full lower lip. His tongue entered her mouth and soon they were making out.

"Mmmmmmmm." Anushka wanted to tell him how much she loved him, too. But she didn't want to break their kiss. Her hands moved around his shoulders as he groped and rubbed her back. They kissed for a good long while. Eventually, she pulled back. "Not in here, I said." She took his hand and led him toward the door to the utility half of the basement, where the washer and dryer and other mechanicals were. She noticed he still walked with a slight limp, but he seemed much better. He'd healed very fast, it seemed. She opened the door, turned on the light, and they walked into the unfinished room. She closed the door behind them.



"Thanks, Mom. I really appreciate the help." Krishan pulled down his underwear and pants and left them on the concrete floor. He walked over to the washing machine and pulled himself up so he was sitting on top. He took off his shirt and dropped it. His dick stood out proudly, the dark-purple head swaying side to side slightly with his elevated pulse. "Here?"

"Yes." Anushka wanted to make eye contact with her son, but her gaze was drawn to that monster between his legs. She pulled off her shirt and then she pulled off her sports bra. A chill ran through her as her sweaty boobs were exposed to the cool basement air. She walked to her son. "There's something magical about you, Krish. I never thought ..." She stopped in front of the washing machine and took hold of his penis. "I just never thought." Her hands stroked him up and down.

"You're so beautiful." Krishan's eyes moved from Anushka's full boobs, with their large, pink nipples and small areola, up to the mesmerized expression on her pretty face.



Soon, Anushka was bent at the waist, enveloping her son's thing with her breasts. She performed the act like she'd done with him before, a hand held to the outside of each boob, pressing them up and down. She spit down on that purple head for lubrication. She took a peek up at Krishan's face. Judging from his expression, she guessed that she'd become pretty good at this new sex act. "What a good boy," she breathed. She didn't have a towel with her to soak his seed up. Well, she supposed she'd have to swallow it all up. Nothing to be done about that. She stroked him like that for more than ten minutes.

"It's not ... uh ... uh ... coming out, Mom." Krishan's face was red and he grunted as he worked hard to hold back his orgasm. "Can I put it ... inside you again?"

"No sex, Krish." Anushka shook her head and watched the monstrous organ sliding between her breasts. "I am not going to cheat on your father again. Can you imagine what he'd do if he found out?"

"Yeah, he'd go crazy." Krishan didn't mention that he thought his dad would probably go crazy if he caught his wife giving their son a titjob, too. Krishan considered the lies everyone tells themselves. "Can I just put the tip in? Please?"

"I said no, mister." Anushka looked up into his sweet face. She could see sweat dripping down his forehead. "No whining. You should be happy I'm doing this for you."

"I am." Krishan put his hands on his mom's shoulders. He could feel her little muscles working as she worked her boobs up and down with her arms. "Sorry." He tried to focus on enjoying the titjob. It was, after all, miraculous in and of itself.



At that moment, Nayanthara descended the basement stairs on bare feet. Her bustled dress trailed behind her. She entered the basement and looked to her left.

One of those ghastly symbols glowed a pallid green at her from the floor by the fireplace. This one showed a crude frog holding a trident. Nayanthara stepped over to the thing and tried to annihilate the frog by spreading the salt with her foot. But she found she could not touch the thing. She crossed her arms and frowned. The frog symbol stared back up at her. Why did it glow in such a sickly way? Nayanthara turned away from the symbol and silently crossed the basement. She would eventually put the Samatars in their place. But first, she needed to help Krishan.

The door to the unfinished half of the basement silently opened and Nayanthara stepped through. She could hear the slick wetness of Anushka's breasts as she tried to bring her son to completion. Nayanthara caught Krishan's eye as she shut the door behind her, but Anushka was too busy staring at his steed to notice the entry of a third wheel. Nayanthara smiled at Krishan and held her finger up to her pink lips for silence. She then stalked across the floor until she was right behind Anushka.



"Are you close?" Anushka's arms were tiring.

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"Almost." Krishan watched Nayanthara as she sank to her knees behind his mother, cradling her swollen belly.

"Oh." Anushka gave a start and stopped stroking Krishan with her breasts. "Something cold on my back. Ohhhh." Anushka shivered and felt her shorts and panties drop to the floor. "How?" Anushka tried to turn around, but Krishan's grip on her shoulders tightened and he held her facing him.

"It's Nayanthara," Krishan whispered.

"Oh, no. She was supposed to be ... ooooohhhhhhh." In one motion, those freezing hands spread Anushka's legs and pulled her butt up so she was bent further at the waist. Then a shock of pleasure spread through her as something amazing happened to her vagina. "What is she dooooinnnnnggggg?" But Anushka knew. She could feel those hands of ice, one on each butt cheek. And she knew the frigid thing squirming along her vaginal lips was another woman's tongue. For the second time in her life, and the second time in two days, someone was giving her oral sex.

"Wow, Mom, she's eating you out." Krishan could just see Nayanthara's hat and her perfect hair bob behind his mother's ass.

"Language ... Krishan ... uh ... uh ... don't ..." Anushka's mind trailed off. Her hands dropped her boobs and grabbed her son's penis. Her mouth descended and she took the head into her mouth. As pleasure surged through her from that icy tongue, she bounced her head with short strokes.



After a few minutes, Nayanthara backed off Anushka's nethers and stood. "She's ready, now. Hop down from there."

"Okay." Krishan pulled his dick out of his mom's mouth and slid off the washing machine. He stood next to his panting mother as she put her hands on the edge of the machine and tried to focus her mind.

"You have the tool of an animal, Krish." Nayanthara spread Anushka's legs a little more and lowered her hips so that Krishan could line up from behind. "Take her like an animal." Nayanthara smacked Anushka's backside and enjoyed the sound that reverberated around the Spartan room.

"Just the tip?" Krishan got behind his mother and looked down at her wide hips and gorgeous pale ass.

"Enough with that nonsense, lad." Nayanthara then slapped Krishan's little ass. The sound was not the same. "Take her like you mean it."

"Here I go, Mom." Krishan lined up his dick with her pink pussy lips. Clear precum mixed with Anushka's own secretions.

"I don't think we ... uuuuugggghhhhhh." Anushka's muscles spasmed as inch after inch slid into her. She gripped the edge of the washing machine as tightly as she could. Her son's monster was a key and she was the accepting lock. They were made to be like this. "Be ... gentle."



"Do not be gentle." Nayanthara leaned against the dryer and watched the couple. Such pure beauty to see this God-fearing mother falling and falling.

"Okay." Krishan grabbed Anushka's hips and held tightly. Once he was all the way in, he pulled most of the way out and slammed back in. He watched the ripples spread on Anushka's ass and listened to her grunt. He slammed her again and again. At first there was no rhythm, but then he fell into a predictable meter with each violent thrust. Krishan willed his orgasm away, he wanted to plow his mom like this forever. He could see the sides of her breasts swinging below her and the little muscles on her back tensing and relaxing with each thrust she absorbed.

"I'm ... I'm ... You're going to make me ... oooooooohhhhhhhh." Anushka didn't have much of a singing voice, but she sounded practically operatic as she orgasmed, head flailing side to side.

"Her hair, dearie. Take her hair." Nayanthara clapped and cheered them on.



"You ... feel ... so ... good ... Mom." Krishan let go of her hip with his right hand and took a pile of Anushka's brown hair in his fist. He pulled her back so that she looked up at the ceiling and arched her back.

"Oh ... oh ... nobody ... nobody ... has ..." Anushka was losing her mind. Krishan had complete control over her. She came again and again as he took her like he owned her. In the back of her mind, she knew this wasn't the sweet boy she raised. That the house, that Nayanthara, had influenced him and seduced him. But at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to care about anything but allowing him to use her as he needed.

"I'm getting ... close." Krishan's grip tightened on her hair. He looked down to see how grotesquely stretched her pussy was around his dick.

"Not ... inside." Anushka trembled through another orgasm. She could feel her vagina gushing. Oh no, she was squirting again. The second time in her life. Before she could feel any shame, the orgasm carried her mind away.



"Wow." Krishan looked down as the concrete floor, his legs, and his dick were suddenly covered in liquid. Even with the extra lubrication, she was still so tight. He looked over at Nayanthara with a question written on his face.

"It's just the downstairs flood. It means she likes it. Now, listen to your mother, Krish." Nayanthara nodded firmly. "Not inside."

"Yes." Of course. How could Krishan ever consider cumming in his own mother? Things were changing so fast.

Nayanthara leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Wait for permission on that one. One day she'll beg for it. We don't want any regression, do we?"

Krishan couldn't believe Anushka would ever beg for his cum. But then again, he had her bent over the washing machine, so anything was possible. He pulled out of his mother and Nayanthara grabbed his dick with her cold hands. Krishan looked down at her pale fingers, at the ring with those binary diamonds, as Nayanthara jacked him to completion. "It's ... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh." Krishan let go of his mom's hair and screamed as he unloaded on Anushka's butt and back. Thick ropes of cum covered her.



"Krish, Krish, Krish," Anushka murmured. She hung her head and felt the hot splashes all the way up onto her shoulder blades. There was so much of it. When he was done, Anushka straightened and turned around. The apparition was gone. She hugged her son, cradling his head to the upper part of her left breast. His still hard penis slipped snuggly between her thighs.

"That was ... incredible." Krishan saw spots dancing before his eyes.

"It really was." Anushka squeezed his thin frame tightly. "I lived my whole life never knowing it could be like this. I brought you into the world. And you brought me this." She pressed her thighs together around his penis. "What are we going to do?"

"Round two?" Krishan looked up hopefully into her soft, brown eyes.

"Not a chance." Anushka pushed him away. She could feel his semen dripping down her back. "Your father and sister are home." Her eyes regained some of their focus. "I mean, goodness. They're home right now while we're like this. And I almost forgot, Karun and Hansika are coming for dinner tonight." She looked around the floor for her clothes and noticed the wet spot she'd made on the concrete by the washing machine.



"Karun?" Krishan frowned. He hadn't realized his brother was coming. That chased some of the high out of his brain. He hated his brother, but he loved his mom. He could see the worry in her eyes. "What do you need from me?"

"Help me clean and get dressed." Anushka walked over to the hamper and bent to look in. "I'll get something to wipe us off first. We'll both need a shower. Afterward, you can help me with dinner. Okay?"

"Sure, Mom." Krishan gazed at her round butt as she bent over the hamper. The way her boobs hung down in front of her was so inviting. But he was a good son. He wouldn't take her again however tempting it was. He'd help her clean and prepare. "Whatever you need."




To be continue.......

[Phantom]

Superb updates bro..... Keep going 

[ashw]

Anushka is My Wife,My Love,My Honey,My Sweetheart






Anushka is my wife and I am her hubby..She is made for me only...I hug her tightly and lick her whole naked body and fuck her daily day and night with my monster dick very very hard in every position of Kamasutra and in her every hole..She moaning loudly and enjoy real pleasure with me in bed...She is My LOVE, My JAAN.

[Sabzzz19]

Bro still pending request on julie, oviya, raiza wilson, janani iyer, bindhu madhavi, abhirami venkatachalam... plsee update its just an humble request....

[Kallu]

Brother really you work so hard on this thread i really believe you are very less credited for your work so thankyou for your work

[Smad1979]

Agreed^. Also I remember there was this big story update with mother daughter series and Shraddha and Kareena Kapoor were the most popular choices for it. Is that still on the agenda?

[Krishan202]

I was 28 years old with a well-built body and some say handsome too. I have been and still am sex crazy from the very beginning since I observed that my boner gets erected as soon as I wake up. The rest, about sex I learned from my friends.


I was working in a multinational company. I had my own house and car where I was living alone. For about two years I was managing somehow eating in hotels etc. But then I thought about hiring a full-time maid to do all my work including cooking.


One person living nearby brought a lady about 26 years old. Elegantly dressed, not very fair but with sharp features, medium size boobs, and prominent round bottom. She was beautiful indeed with a nice figure and curves. She was hot indeed. Nobody would think even that she is a maid. I did not.





I, therefore, told both of them that she would be my helper and not a maid. That person told me that she belongs to a respectful family living with her mother a few blocks from my house. She is a divorcee. Her husband, an engineer, divorced her after one year of marriage.


Her father was an honest man who invested all his hard-earned money to buy a house and the marriage of his daughter. They are now managing on his pension only. I felt pity for her and hired her on more wages than demanded.


I made a schedule and gave her my house key. She will come early at seven and wake me up with a glass of water. I will then go jogging and exercise. On returning, I will take a cup of tea and see headlines in the newspaper. Then I will get ready for the office. I will have breakfast, take a lunchbox, and go.


During the day she will clean the house, wash and press the clothes, take a bath, eat. If she gets any extra time, she can go home or sleep in the drawing-room. At 5.30 when I come, she gives me a cup of tea and dinner at 8.30. She eats and after that goes home. This continued for about three months.





As mentioned earlier I was too sex crazy and used to stare at her whenever possible. When she woke me up my boner used to be erected visible through the sheet as a flagstaff. Whenever she is around me, I will stare at her and get horny.


I found that she never had any bra. Still her boobs were erect and the nipple visible when her sari fell from her shoulder. How much I wished to have her, it is difficult to tell. But I always controlled myself. Whenever I could not, I would offload in the bathroom thinking about her.


She also seemed to be as sexy as I was. Her intentions were clear by her actions. She would try her best to be around me, staring at me and my boner. Otherwise she was very sweet and mild in talking. She was not the gossiping type, kept quiet most of the time.





She was very affectionate to me. Whenever I had a headache, she would rub and massage my forehead. Once I had a fever for three days. She was attending like a nurse and did not go home, sitting by my side on a chair throughout the night.


That day I had severe pain in both legs and then while jogging, I got a sprain in my ankle. Somehow I came back and lay on the bed. I told her and also took leave from the office. She was very worried. She asked me to take a rest while she applied gel on my ankles and pressed my feet.


Applying gel and tight bandage gave me good relief in my ankle. She started pressing my legs from down to high up to where thighs end. My boner erected by her touch on thighs when it came up to the joint. In the process, she touched the boner also which made me horny.





But at the same time I got so much relief by her soft hands and her innocent looks and of course her boobs, that I slept thinking of her. Suddenly I woke up, with the erection of my boner, and looked around. To my surprise she was lying by my side.


Her hand was still on my thigh and her sari fell off her shoulder showing her boob and the nipple. I felt aroused again, penis throbbing, balls paining and lost my mind. I slowly opened all the buttons of her blouse and put that part open. Same time she opened her eyes.


Seeing me looking at her made her guilty. She tried to get up but I put my mouth on her mouth and squeezed her solid spongy boob by hand. With little hesitation she responded to my kissing. Her hand on my neck. I took her hand off my neck and put it on my throbbing penis still inside my boxer.





She held it and examined it from top to base and the thickness and she pressed hard in kissing appreciating the size. I whispered to her to remove all her clothes and I removed mine too. She lay completely nude in front of me.

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Oh! What a sight! Such a beautiful, and voluptuous girl with a cute figure and solid boobs. Small pink nipples standing straight, thin waist, flat stomach shapely thighs, and legs. Short pubic hairs in between thighs, standing in full light before me.


My boner was throbbing with excitement which made my sex animal overpower me. I became mad with lust and excitement. My one hand was squeezing her boobs and nipple. My mouth was sucking and playing with the other and my other hand was exploring her.





From the neck, back, stomach, navel, and her round silky bottom and full smooth thighs till it reached her pubic short hairs. She moaned. My thumb and index finger found the clitoris, pressed it, and then my finger started rubbing it. Then to the very wet pleasure hole.





She moaned loud and my penis became restless to enter it. She was pushing and pulling the skin of my penis in a quick motion. She was also playing with my hanging balls. The time came to standstill. My senses came back hearing her scream.





The head of my penis was already inside trying to go further as she was too tight for it. I grunted and thrust again, making her yelp as she felt her vaginal walls being stretched by my manhood. My organ was long, and thick for her. I thrust hard again and this time.


I managed to penetrate her fully, making her groan and then finally sigh with relief as my organ reached deep inside her. I groaned as well as I felt her hot, wet, and soft vaginal walls accept my organ fully. My both hands were on her boobs squeezing hard. Her hands were on my neck pulling it to kiss her.





Immediately, I began to thrust in and out of her, going as fast and hard as I could. I reached out under her back and squeezed her hips with both my hands, holding them in place for my organ to drill. She gyrated her hips and did something inside which amazingly increased the enjoyment.


She must have felt my hot breath on her neck as I drilled her hard. Our crotches generate loud wet slapping noises as we meet each other. She shouted loud as she orgasmed while my organ began to harden and jerk wildly with each thrust as I was also close.


She caressed my back gently as I began to grunt loudly with every thrust. I squeezed her hips so hard with my fingers that it hurt. She, in turn, put her hands on my hips helping me in my thrust. Also sometimes caressing my balls which made me all the madder.





But she knew I was close to finishing and too much of an animal at that moment to be able to control myself. She felt my lips on her neck as I bit down on her, my penis at its hardest inside her. She felt a smallish splatter of semen hitting her vaginal walls. then I grunted, almost like a wolf.

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My penis jerked wildly into her vagina, poking into its walls and releasing a much larger load of semen now. I grunted and thrust hard again, my organ jerking and shooting more of my ejaculate inside her. I continued to hold on to her hips with my hands as my penis took on a life of its own.


It was jerking about wildly and spraying ejaculate inside her vagina. The twitches continued for sometime before subsiding and my hold on her hips relaxed quite a lot. By the time I was done, it felt like I was completely drained. My balls were empty of all fluid.





I then removed my hands off her hips, placing them under the curve of her waist, slumping almost lifeless on top of her. Penis started limping with semen oozing out from the side. Finally it came out with a sound and I came by her side from the top. Her eyes were still closed digesting her orgasm slowly.


We came to senses. I gave a kiss on her lips. But she felt shy being naked in front of me. So she got up, picked up her clothes and ran to the outer bathroom. I also got up and went to the bathroom to get dressed. When I came out, she had changed the bedsheet and was looking gorgeous in wet hair and new clothes.





On my request, we ate breakfast together and I said sorry to her. She put her head down looking down feeling shy but said nothing. Feeling guilty as I thought I had taken advantage of her poverty, her sincerity, and her innocence, I went to a nearby park and talked to my elder brother.


I told him my intention of marrying her but not about last night’s incident. After a long discussion, he agreed. Then on my way back I bought an anti-pregnancy pill, gave it to her to take. Then straight away I went to her mother. I told her that I want to marry her daughter.


The marriage will be a court marriage, two persons only from both sides will be there. I will bear all the expenses including her wedding outfits, etc. She was shocked as I had a fairly good reputation in the area. I gave her time to think over and let me know if acceptable.





THE-END

[Sabzzz19]

Manoj tried hard for a few minutes but couldn't get this image out if his mind. He had lived his life's dream that night and like whiff of smoke it had vanished. She had left him satisfied for the night but in a lurch for life. These memories would torment him like a night mare if he didn't put things in order both inside and outside. He had to shed this image of simpleton that was built around last few decades and let his inner instincts take control. He wanted to establish a conjugal relationship with her. And he knew for the fact that it had to happen now because tomorrow it will be too late and she shall have the opportunity to back out considering her conscience was in play. If he had to get a buy in from her on this relationship it was to be now while she was still reeling from the throes of their passionate love making. He hurriedly put on his soiled and wet clothes and started moving towards her house.

It was the middle of the night and the rains had resumed its ferocity. Even if he had not moved as stealthily as he was, no one would have noticed him. Though a risky move of visiting her house this late especially after what had conspired, the nature had provided him with a good cover. He discretely tip toed near her house and started looking for an opening to sneak in or at-least peek inside. Alas near the back side of the house which opened up in to wilderness, he found an open window. He moved towards it. With each step his heartbeat was quickening in pace and he could feel his cheeks flushed to see her again that night.

But when he came upto the window, he saw something he was unprepared for - the reality of how things are and how they will be.

In the dimly lit room, he saw her in all her naked glory. The scene was was mesmerising. Her husband, Prakash, was lying on the floor buck naked and she had mounted him with her thighs on either side of his waist. She was sitting on her haunches with her hands placed on his chest and her hour glass frame gyrating in circular and up-down motion against his groin. The long strokes her body was making clearly indicated the length of his shaft.



Manoj could make out the contours if their glistening bodies. But was it the rain or the sweat he did not know, nor could he care less. All he could focus on was how their bodies moved in tandem and how Aishwarya winced biting her lower lip and gasping or moaning every time she pushed his tool in. Her thick black long curly hair were dishevelled and a mess and were rolling down on both her shoulders. Her mangalsutra was dangling slightly away from her chest at an angle. Her green bangles clinking with each stroke. The chill in the weather had perked up her dark brown nipples. The sindoor she had on her forehead was smudged.

He couldn't make out if it was him or was their love-making actually so slow with each one of them relishing every inch of penetration. Meanwhile, Prakash's hands were roaming all over her taut figure. The same figure which he had mauled under his enormous frame a few hours ago. He could see Prakash grope and pinch her perked up tits, grunting intermittently out pure passion and pleasure. A pang of jealousy and reality hit him. She could never be his but what he had had with her some time ago can never be undone.



He never knew when and how he had fished out his own tool and had started stroking it when his eyes met hers. She flinched for a second but then she said something that surprised him.

She noticed some movement near the window right in front of her. Within the room and outside as well, it was so dark that it was difficult to make out. But those eyes that she had so intently looked at sometime ago were unmistakable. It had to be Manoj. She told Prakash to close his eyes while until both of them had climaxed. She was loud enough for Manoj to hear it.

Then she looked directly in Manoj's eyes wincing with the pleasure that she was getting by riding Prakash and letting Manoj see it. She bit her lower lip and grunted, "Ahhhhh"



She started addressing Manoj by looking at him and closing Prakash's eyes with her had. Her other hand was feeling up her own bosom.

Aishwarya: You enjoy this don't you? Me being ravaged like this.

Prakash: Yes!

Manoj nodded discreetly, with his tool in his hand now being jerked violently.

Aishwarya: You like this don't you?

She held her tit and pointed it at Manoj.

She then blew a kiss towards Manoj.



Aishwarya: Fucking bastard!! Fuck me hard!!

Prakash grabbed her by the waist and started matching her gyrations and pounding her faster. Somehow tonight was not about pleasuring each other the way they usually made love, but about deriving carnal pleasure from each other.

The grunts, groans and moans became louder and Aishwarya's cuss words became brasher. All societal shackles surrounding a village belle were being broken.

The profanity of the situation followed by her gyrations and expletives was too much for all of them to handle and all three of them climaxed together, with Aishwarya collapsing on her husband while watching lover walk away.



THE-END

Superb sexyy story on this black bitch

[Krishan202]

I am Raiza Wilson, a 31-year-old .


I feel it is necessary to talk about my appearance before I write about the incident. I am 5 feet6' tall and I weigh 55 kgs. I am very fair, I have black eyes, waist-length straight hair. I measure 30-28-34. As I am a bit on the bulky side, I sweat a lot. Hence I always keep my armpits and pussy clean.





My husband was a very loving person by heart and in bed. There were no days he let me sleep without physically loving me until destiny took him away.


As we are a middle-class family, we both used to work to push our lives forward. I am a commerce graduate. I was working for a firm as an accountant and assistant manager. After the passing away of my husband, I continued to work in the same firm. The firm was very familiar to me as the business promoter family had faith in my job.


All was good in the firm until the founder promoter retired and brought his son Ajay as the managing director.


During his initial days at work, Ajay was spending a lot of time with all of us. He depended on the manager and me for any clarifications.


Ajay was appreciative about my job. Things were going smoothly until the day when I shrugged off Ajay for physically advancing on me in the cabin. I had politely advised him not to indulge in such a manner. But I sensed a big change in Ajay’s attitude in the office after that incident.


I felt neglected and left out of prominence. I was coping up with the new situation understanding my situation. Also, I knew getting another job with such a salary was difficult.





After a couple of months, my manager was transferred to a new location. Ajay announced that a new manager from outside will be appointed if no company staff cleared the interview. A few people along with me applied for promotion.


All of my subordinates took the interview but I was not called for the interview. I was sulking for this insult but I was helpless. One morning when I was discussing with Ajay, he himself said, “You weren’t called for the interview even though you were eligible because of one reason – you pushed me away”.


When I was quiet, he continued, “Think over it till the last minute of today’s office and let me know if you need this promotion before you go”.




I didn’t think much about it until 3.30 pm as I understood Ajay was expecting sexual favour from me for the promotion. Later on, thoughts of all sorts started to flow in my mind. Finally, I came to an understanding that I will not be doing anything wrong if I give sexual favour to Ajay and on the other hand, that might secure my son’s life.


I made my decision not to be orthodox as I have a responsibility to secure my son’s life. Around 5 pm, all the staff left and Ajay was in his cabin. I took a lot of courage to enter his cabin. He said that he was planning to leave if I was late. He then asked


Ajay: What have you decided?
Raiza: I want the promotion, sir.


Ajay walked near me, put his hands on my shoulders, pressing them.
Ajay: Are you fine with this? (I kept quiet and didn’t move).





Ajay: Okay. Can you come to a hotel room tomorrow?


Though I was prepared, I couldn’t say yes to him.


Ajay: Can you come to a hotel room tomorrow? (He asked again)
Raiza: Yes, I will come sir.


Ajay: How do I believe you and book a room?


I assured him that I will come to the hotel room but Ajay was not convinced.

[Krishan202]

Ajay: Raiza, I will sign on your papers now if you can give me your pantie


I was in a puzzle about what to do.


Ajay: Raiza, it is getting late. I need to go.
Raiza: Sir, give me a moment. I will be back with what you asked.
Ajay: You can remove and give it to me here, Raiza.


I was left with no choice. I made up my mind and untied my churidar pant knot. It fell on my legs. I slid my hand inside the bottom. I pulled my black and blue designer semi-transparent pantie. I took it off through my legs.



I then walked to Ajay. As I extended my hand to give him my pantie, Ajay grabbed my pantie and smelled it while glaring at me.


I was about to return to wear my pants. Ajay pulled me by hand and said, “Since the day I saw you, I wanted to have you on my bed”. Saying this, he pulled me over him. He hugged me and was kissing my cheeks and ears.


He inserted his hand from the bottom of my top. He smooched my butts wildly and held my butt chips with his both hands and squeezed them hard saying he was waiting to feel my fleshy ass.


His hand moved up towards my neck. He unzipped my top. In a feeble voice I resisted by saying, “Sir, this is an office. I can come tomorrow”.





Without heeding to my request, Ajay said, “Raiza, no one else is here now”.


My boss pulled my top off my shoulders and kissed my cleavage. He was pulling my tops very hard that I felt he would tear it. So, I pulled off my tops myself.


Ajay was quick to unclip my lacy black bra. I was feeling strange as I never had expected that I would be giving sexual pleasure to a person other than my husband.


Ajay’s hands were pumping and squeezing my breasts. My boss’s insistence has made me stand at his cabin nude. While so many thoughts were running in my mind, Ajay was looking at my nude body from top to bottom. His stares were making me uncomfortable.





Ajay then hugged me tightly again and asked, “Why are you shivering? Consider me as your friend, you are at a ripe age and you need a man”.


He didn’t wait for my response, he started to kiss my face and lips. His saliva was mixed with mine. I had given space for him to explore my mouth with his tongue. His hands were moving unevenly over my body from the back to the front, from my breasts to my pussy and my butts.


Ajay gripped my boobs with both hands, squeezed them so hard that it pained me and I yelled. He bowed down, he kissed my breasts and cuddled them.


He bit my light brown nipples and sucked each of my nipples while he caressed my clean pussy simultaneously. I was in no position to stop him as I was only thinking about my job safety. I confess that there was my biological need too but I didn’t want to get into a relationship in the last 2 years of single life.





I was never left untouched after my marriage, my husband never rested until he sexually touched me if not fucking me even during periods. I was turned on with Ajay’s touches, squeezes, and cajoling. But I was still in a feeling that I was in this situation out of compulsion that I was letting him explore my body.


Meanwhile, Ajay turned me around, hugged me from behind, cupping my breasts and kissing my neck. He was pushing me forward towards the table. He forced me against the table. He bent me to lean over the table by holding my neck. He kissed my cheeks and sucked my earlobes.


Ajay then moved down, squeezed my butts with both hands and slapped my butts hard. He sniffed my butts. He then held my butts cheeks and spread them. I felt wet between my butt-crack. I felt his tongue moving through my butts to my pussy.


My boss then inserted his finger into my unfucked asshole. I was squirming with a bit of pain. I was hissing while he fingered my asshole. Ajay asked me, “any one fuked your ass?”. I was quiet and squirming.





Ajay slapped my butt cheeks hard and asked again


Without wanting for another slap, I mumbled, “No, sir”.


Ajay licked my butt-crack and said, “now i am going to fuck”. Fearing the pain of his dick in my ass, I immediately said, “Sir, no, please”.

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Ajay held his hand between my legs and lifted me a bit. He kissed my pussy, inserted his finger . He was licking my pussy and finger fucking my pussy so intensely that I was fully wet there. I was sexually so turned on that I was wanting to be fucked by my boss.






Ajay fingered and licked my pussy for a while more. Then I was left free. I thought he had let me go. I managed to turn and see him pulling his trousers and underwear. He held me again from behind and lifted my right leg. He came forward.


I could feel his abdomen against my butts. He pointed the tip of his dick at my pussy entrance. His dick started to pierce through my pussy lips and he was pushing it in. I felt the warmth of his dick scratching through my pussy walls.


His dick was coming at me so tightly. I was feeling the heat of his shaft in my pussy. I also felt a sort of happiness as he was shoving his dick deeper than I had ever felt in my life. I was hissing all the way. He drew his dick back and pushed it into my pussy so quickly that I screamed. Ajay started to fuck me and I started to moan.





I found Ajay’s driver sitting outside the cabin. To prevent him from hearing my moans, I held my hand against my mouth. Ajay didn’t care about anything, he was holding me by the waist and throbbing his dick hard. His throbbing was becoming harder and quicker upon each stroke.


I was feeling nice while Ajay was fucking me from behind. I didn’t keep my legs down on the floor, I was still covering my mouth with my hand.


To my shock, Ajay’s driver opened the cabin door. 


His driver closed the door but I felt ashamed and a bit nervous. Ajay, shoving his dick in me, leaned over me. He held my neck, licked my cheeks 


Ajay pulled me off the table, lifted and seated me on the table. He sucked my breasts and bent before me 





Anticipating his manly thrusts, I spread my legs. He saw my pussy from the front .He licked the wetness on my pussy and inner thighs. Then he got up holding his large and mighty dick. I was really excited with his red tomb and I laid on the table spreading my legs.


Ajay pulled me towards him, holding my legs. He was hitting my pussy with his dick and rubbing his dick between my pussy lips. I was so horny by that time that I had no hesitation. I held my boss’s dick and pushed a bit of his dick into my pussy. Ajay reciprocated my desire by shoving his entire dick in my pussy.


As his dick came into the deeper part of my pussy, I yelled. Ajay leaned over me, burying his dick in my pussy. He kissed my face and lips and then started to fuck me harder than before that my body was pushed upwards.





Ajay again pulled me towards him, held my shoulders and fucked me. As he was fucking so hard and deeper, I forgot all my hesitations and was enjoying his lustful thrusts. I was moaning and yelling loudly, forgetting that Ajay’s driver was sitting outside the cabin.


My breasts were bouncing back and forth for each of his strokes. I held my breasts with both hands.


We both were taking long breaths. Ajay too was groaning and moaning loudly. Finally, Ajay lost his pace in fucking me. His thrusts were becoming slow and deep in my pussy. At last, Ajay came in my pussy hard and leaned over me. It was a nice feeling when his cum jets were shot in my pussy and his warm cum flew inside my pussy.





I felt good and I was happy even though I initially resisted.


We took our time to get ourselves calm and gain our normal breathing. Ajay said, “Raiza, chalo abhi hotel room chalte”.


I said, “I need to go home”.


Ajay got up and said, “Take leave tomorrow. My car will pick you from home”.





We both freshened ourselves and wore back our clothes. Ajay dropped me at home.


THE-END

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My name is Kiran, I am a writer. After writing my experiences , I got a few responses. Lots of them were great. I loved it and others were spammers. This happened during the time of New Year.


She was holding the phone. On the other side was her husband. She was sitting nude on the bed. I kneeled in front of the bed and immersed my head between her legs. Kissing and licking her pussy lips. Giving a deep kiss into it. Her whimpering moans rose. I could hear the gulping sound.





My Janani Iyer was having sex with me. She was talking. My hands were on Janani’s thighs pressing it. Slowly rubbing them from bottom to top. I sucked up the drops of her pussy juice from the pussy lips. I widened her pussy lips. Janani moaned.


Janani: How are you?


I was putting my tongue slowly into her pussy. Then I pinched her clitoris. She was trying hard not to moan. Her hands were simultaneously moving from my head to her mouth. To and fro. To hide her moans from her boyfriend. She was biting her fingers. I bite her pussys lips. I then started to finger her with 3 fingers.





2 days earlier.


I was bored out of hell. I checked the hangout to find a lady who had given me an invite to chat. I decided to give it a try.  She has a cute face.


Janani: Hi.


Me: Hi.


Janani: I loved your story. It was quite great.


Me: I am glad to get such a great response. Ms?


Janani: Janani. By the way are you from Bangalore?


Me: That’s a lovely name. Yes, I am. What about you?


Janani: From Chennai. Settled in Bangalore.


Me: Myself a Chennai too.



Janani: You know I had a doubt. You boys, are always too horny


Me: God-given gift has to be put to good use.


We chatted along for some time. I tried to make up a basic friendship between which shot off like a charm. I used to start with a small good morning to start up a chat each day. She loved the way I gave attention to her. In the next few days, she told me about herself.





She was a beautician who is a resident in Bangalore for some years now. She is 29. Married with a 3-year-old kid. Who owns her parlor and pretty much spends her quality time with her family.  Her husband is an employee in the merchant navy. He was rarely there.


But she seemed like a sweet girl. It was her friend who introduced her to the site and she had started reading the sex stories in them. She liked my story and messaged me to know about me. While reading my story she felt happy. I tried my best to keep her company through hangouts.


Then on Sunday after New Year, I woke up late due to the hangover of Saturday party.  I opened hangout and I had a message from her


Janani: Hi good morning.


Me: Hi good morning. Got up so early?


Janani: Early? It’s 10 in the morning. I was waiting for my sweet good morning message as usual from a cute boy. But it never came. So I had to wake him up.


Me: Oh, I am so sorry.


Janani: It’s fine. What party and drinking ha? Did you bring any girl home yesterday?



Me: A little bit partying. Are you jealous, Janani?


Janani: Why would I be jealous?


Me: I don’t know you sound like that.


Janani: Leave all that nonsense. What is your plan today?


Me: Nothing, cleaning stuff and getting ready for tomorrow. In the evening I may go out with a friend.


Janani: Lucky guy. You bachelors. A lot of time for yourself. I will be busy most of the time.


Me: Why don’t you take rest then? It's Sunday anyways, right?


Janani: I would love to so much. But my hubby came home on Thursday from his long trip. Now. He is dragging me to a function at his relative’s home. I don’t like to go there. I can’t say no to him. I fought with him in the morning.


Me: Why?



Janani: It was about his job. He will leave in another 4 days. Usually, it is at least 2 months’ leave. But he has some work. I saw these new contacts on the phone. I have doubt he is seeing someone else.


Me: It’s probably not what you think. They may be his new friends he makes. Don’t worry Janani. Your husband is not cheating on you.


Janani: But why can’t he spend time with me?  His friends are with their families He too much into all this stupid work.


Me: It’s ok, chill, baby. Just talk to him openly. It solves out in time. Besides I am there for you to spend time


Janani: What? You spend time where?


Took time to reply.


Me: Yes. Why not? I am here to hang out quite literally sometimes.


Janani: How? We have just been friends for a week. You too seemed like you were busy. How come all of sudden?


Me: I was just taking the time. Because once it happens it will stay long and strong.


Janani: It? Long strong?


Me: Yes, the relationship between us.


Janani: Oh the relationship? Are you sure?


Me: Everything I said.


Janani: Naughty guy. Catch you in the evening. Is it fine?


Me: Yeah. Before you go. Can I get a treat? I am pretty sure you are wearing a saree. But been waiting too long to see you in one too.


After some time.


Janani: (send a pic) Don’t do any naughty things with it.


Me: I am an innocent guy and so don’t have a clue what you are talking about.


Janani: I hope you are not always this innocent. Especially when we hangout.


Me: See you in the evening.


Till evening I have not received any message from her. I was a bit eager to talk to her that day. I didn’t know why. I got ping somewhere at 11 pm.



Janani: What are you up to naughty boy? Had your dinner?


Me: Hey babe. I had my food. I am up to no good like always. What about you?

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Janani: I just finished my work. So lying down. Do you mind if I ask you something?


Me: Sure. Go ahead.


Janani: I am not comfortable chatting here. If you don’t mind can we exchange mobile numbers?


Me: Well I am the one who asks for numbers usually. But thankfully. I have met an angel. I don’t have any problem if you are comfortable.


We shared our numbers with each other. I installed a telegram and pinged her.


Me: Hi you there?


Janani: I am there. Don’t make a noise. Because my hubby is next to me.


Me: It’s fine. How was your day?


Janani: It was an ok kind of day. What about you?


Me: The usual. But the day got much better. Once I am talking to you.


Janani: Did you have dinner?


Me: Yea. What about you?


Janani: Yes I had. What did you have, veg or non-veg?


Me: It was veg. I don’t eat a lot of non-veg. I do like to be a bit more nonveg.


Janani: Oh. Good boy.


Me: Do you do it?


Janani: I will tell you because you are a good friend. I do like to do it a lot. But since he is not here. I don’t get the chance. We do it in every blue moon.


Me: Why? It’s not illegal? You are legal to do any time


Janani: I would. But the problem is he is not here.


Me: Fuck! He is a gold-digger who doesn’t know he has a treasure on his bed.


Janani: Really?





Me: I am serious. And feel sad for you. What do you do to satisfy yourself?


Janani: I do read a lot of stories. Sometimes I masturbate not much once I do it with a carrot. Rest with my fingers. I feel a bit shy to tell you all this. But feel good to be open with someone


Me: I guess I am a lucky person then. And man, that carrot is luckier than me


Janani: You idiot. Are you feeling jealous?


Me: I am feeling bad for me. I could have replaced your fingers and carrot. If I had known before.


Janani: What are you talking about? I am married


Me: Oh sorry. I crossed a line. Good night, Janani.


No reply from Janani and I slept. For a day there was no reply. I guess I blew off another chance. Very next morning I got up late and was in a hurry to get to the office. I freshened up and got in a cab and checked my phone in a cab. There were two messages from her


Janani: Hi good morning. It’s ok you don’t have to apologize. I am not hurt. I will call you at 10.30 am once my hubby is out. Do pick my call.


Me: Waiting for your call.



I got a call from her by 11 am.


Janani: Hi, where are you? (she was whispering)


Me: I am in the office. How are you? Why are we whispering? Is your husband around?


Janani: I am good. Nop. Ping me on the telegram if you have time. I want to talk to you.


I pinged her in the telegram.


Me: You there?


Janani: Yes very much. Can I ask you something?


Me: You can ask anything except the moon.


Janani: I just got to know about you. I hope I can trust you.


Me: Yes, you can.


Janani: Thanks. In that case, I was lost in thought for a day. So will you replace the carrot?


Me: Meaning? You want me to fuck you?


Janani: If you want to replace I will be happy to oblige. Before that, we should meet up.


Me: I am ready when you are.


Janani: I have not been fucked from the last four months. I really need a lot of it. I know it sounds slutty. I am tired of waiting for him to notice me. I need to feel real hard meat in me. Please don’t mind. I am sharing my feelings.





Me: It's ok Janani we are best friends. Besides I understand women have needs. I am here to fulfill that and fuck you. Now onwards stop using carrots.


Janani: I hope we can meet soon.


Me: I’ll surely bring hard meat 7-inch thick rod you ordered.


Janani: Will you send it? If you don’t mind.


I shared my dick pic with her


Janani: Oh, God. Is it yours? I thought you were joking. I am so happy to have such an understanding friend.


Me: I will take it inside. I will go deep inside you. If you say no also I will not stop fucking you.


Janani: I knew that you were hardcore fucker. Reading your old story.


Me: Soon you will feel it.


Janani: I would love too. Imagining it feels like butterflies in my tummy.


I sent her one more pic of my dick.


Janani: You make me horny, dear.





Me: I will be there any time to fuck you. To satisfy that horniness.


Janani: Can we meet this week?


Me: You say where? I have been waiting for you for so long.


Janani: My place. I will tell you evening as my hubby is set to leave by tonight at 1:00 am.


Me: As you wish. There won’t be any trouble, right?


Janani: not at all.no one is home. You start conserving your stamina.


Me: I am always ready to fuck you like you are my slut


Janani: Yes I am hungry for it. Catch you in a little while. Someone is at the door.


Me: Take care sweetheart and ping me when you are free.


She pinged me in the evening.


Janani: Sorry for the late reply.


Me: It’s ok. I can understand I was waiting for you. What are you doing?


Janani: Nothing, cooking was done. I was talking to him. He is going tonight.


Me: Think twice and tell. There should not be a problem for you. Safety is important to you.


Janani: Thanks so much for your concern. No problem from my end. Just you come. Ping you the address later. I am sending my address.


Me: Trust me, I won't bite till I am in bed with you.





Janani: I am waiting to be bitten. Ping you later. See you soon. I need to pack his stuff.


Late-night I got a message with the address. In the morning I had sent a message asking her if everything was fine.


Janani: Come around 11. Let me freshen up. Carry condoms dear. I need a lot.