Adultery My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners by debt_is_paid

[usaiha2]

मेरे एक पाठक ने ई-मेल पे पूछा है कि...

" महोदय , आप इतनी जल्दी जल्दी पोस्ट क्यों डाल रहे हो...

 हम तो पुरा पोस्ट पढ कर कमेन्ट करना चाहते हैं , उतने में आपके 4 नये पोस्ट आ जा रहे हैं... 


भाई ... पहली बात - जैसा कि मैं हमेशा कहता हूँ कि मैं ओरिजनल राईटर नहीं हुं... और सेव की हुई कहानियों को पैस्ट करता हुं... 

मुझे किसी कि लिखी कहानियों को अपने नाम से छापना या उसका क्रेडिट लेना भी पसंद नहीं है... तो किसी पाठक को अपडेट के लिए वेट क्यों करवाया जाए...


और दुसरा रिज़न ये है कि कुछ चु** पाठक अजीब माँग करने लगते हैं कि ये करवाओ... 

वो करवाओ... ऐसे चुसवाओ... मुत पिलाओ... माँ भेन टिचर से करवा... रोल प्ले करवा

ऐसे करवा... वेसे करवा 

(भाषा का सटीक उपयोग मेरे उपर किया गया है मित्रों)

तुने ये नहीं करवाया... तो हम कहानि नहीं पढेंगे...

Asking for updates of complete stories

Even some one told me you should creat the story list... & I forgot 01 person told me you should write the story in big fonts as I am unable to read stories 

और तो और कभी पोस्ट मैं देर हो जाए तो यही चु**, एम. सी. & बि.सि. पाठक थ्रेड पर धमकी भी देते हैं कि कहानी खत्म नहीं करना थी तो शुरू क्यों कि...


अपनी पसंद का कुछ लिखो तो भी इनका पेट दुखता है... और जल्दी जल्दी पोस्ट देने पर तो मेल  पर भी शीकायत करते हैं... 

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ऐसे सभी सम्माननिय पाठकों से नीवेदन है... ये सभी कहानियां मेने अपने मनोरंजन के लिए नेट से ही कापि पेस्ट कि हैं... और चाहता हूं कि आप भी इनका आनंद लें...

मुझे या अन्य किसी लेखक को परेशान किए बगैर...

धन्यवाद

[Silent.guardian]

Last part missing still one of the hottest series

[Silent.guardian]

debt is paid hottest

[usaiha2]

Surely this story ends here... but my other threads (https://xossipy.com/search.php?action=re...2cb70cbb3b) will continue & give joy's of new Incest, Adultery Non erotic & Erotic stories to all of my friends...

As I always say ... I am not the original writer, I just Copy some best stories from different internet sites & pest them here...

ALL THANKS TO ORIGINAL WRITER'S  FOR WRITING SUCH A INTERESTING STORIES

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[flash speed 321]

Plz someone continue this blockbuster story

[sarit11]

continued parts from ...

He then kissed her on the cheek and promised her that he would be back.


My mom then left the room as the video ended!

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"Hey, aren’t you going to wake up? Look at the time!", my mom yelled as she barged into my room. She then pried open the curtains in my room, letting the bright rays of the sun hit my face as I mumbled incomprehensibly and got up from my bed. "Hurry up! You have to go to college!"

As I sat up on the bed, half awake, I noticed my mom was wearing a modest fluffy white nightgown with no bra, which allowed her massive boobs to hang freely inside the gown, looking soft and squishy and when she walked they jiggled in a way that could bring a grown man to his knees. Although, there wasn’t much to see, it was enough to make my mouth water.

As I entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, I reminisced how much things had changed. It had been almost a year since that perverted Uncle Shyam left our neighborhood for fear of some goons who were trying to track him down since he had borrowed money from them. Since his leave, my mom’s sexual adventures had almost come to a standstill. She was dressing modestly at home again and rarely entertained any kind of lustful glares at her or engaged in any kind of illicit activity with other males. Slowly but surely, she was transforming back into her same sweet, homely, devoted housewife self. Physically though, she hadn’t changed much. She was still one of the most beautiful and charming ladies in the neighborhood. Her brown curly hair looked like dense clouds heralding a storm while her captivating dark brown slender eyes were enough to seductively trap any man. She had definitely gained a little bit of weight since Uncle Shyam left, but for the most part still held that scrumptious 36DD-30-40 figure.

"Bimla! Get Babu’s food ready!", my mom yelled at our maid-servant Bimla.

"It’s ready, Madam!", she yelled back.

In the days following Uncle Shyam’s leave, our man-servant Haria also had to quit our job and had to go back to his village since his mother was getting sicker by the day. So we decided to hire a new local maid named Bimla. Bimla was a typical 40 year old married Bihari woman – she was plump with a voluptuous body, small eyes, rosy lips and dimple. Her complexion was moderately dark and she had proportionately large sized breasts – about 42 size – and a round ass which was fuller than even my mom’s. She also had a belly the size of a 4 month pregnant lady which accentuated her already large breasts, even though she hid them in her silk saree. She always wore bright colored sarees wrapped tightly around her curves and a couple of other exaggerated accessories such as a big red bindi, false-gold nose ring, bangles, ears stud in 2 different places, toe-rings on two toes on each leg, etc.

Breakfast was uneventful with some small banter about how I was settling into the new college. I failed in my final tests last year and therefore, had to rejoin a new local college to get my graduate degree. Honestly, after everything that happened last year, I didn’t think I would be able to concentrate on my studies enough to pass anyways. But unfortunately, I had to join mid-semester and without knowing a single person in this new college. To top it off, because I was shy and timid, my classmates thought of this as a sign of weakness and had begun to bully me. I decided to keep that a secret from my parents, particularly my mom, because I didn’t want her to worry about me or feel bad for me. Plus, I was also too shy to say anything or stand up for myself, even though every night I would plan on beating them up for treating me like a joke.

Anyways, my ride showed up soon after breakfast and I grabbed my book bag and ran outside. I used to carpool and there were always at least 3-4 college guys travelling with me, along with the driver. Half way to the car, I heard my mom call for me, "Babu, come and take your laptop!". I turned around and saw her standing in the doorway with the laptop and charger. She walked a few feet onto the street to meet me, and I instantly froze.

“Ureeee sala!!”, I heard a cat-call from behind me. I looked back and saw Rohit sitting in the bus with his window down. He was a college stud who used to bully and rag me quite a lot. He and his friends were gawking out the window, checking out my naive mature mother. Even though she was wearing a modest nightgown, as soon as the sunlight fell on it, it became incredibly translucent. Her nightgown was so amazingly revealing that everyone could see her naked legs, the curves of her sexy body, and the outline of her large, enticing breasts. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra under the gown as the cloth puffed out around her perky nipples. Moreover, as she stepped closer to the car and myself, everyone could see the brown outline of her nipples through the white fabric. The outline of her pussy-lips was clearly visible as well, and you could see that her pubic hair had been freshly trimmed. I could tell that everybody in the car – including the driver – was getting a huge boner watching my sweet homely mature mother dressed like an unbeknownst casual whore!

[sarit11]

In the meantime, my mom had no idea the show she was putting on for these young horny 20 year-olds. She was still slowly moving towards me with my laptop held high and yelling out my name. Fortunately, I snapped out of my trance and quickly dashed towards her to grab my laptop and charger from her hands, running as fast as I could to try and minimize the amount of time that everyone in the car got to see my mom's body on display. Almost every seat in the car was filled, and every student on board was looking out the window, getting an eye-full of my mom's almost-naked body. The only open seat for me was next to Rohit and even though I hated him, I had no choice but to sit beside him.


As we started to drive off I looked back to see my mom still fully visible while she was walking back inside, the translucent nightgown barely hiding her full, erotic plump ass to all the boys in the pool-car. I didn’t think things could get any worse, until Rohit started showing everybody his phone. "Oh man I got some great pictures with my phone!", he boasted loudly. I was shocked. One of my college-mates had actually taken pictures of my mom in that state and was now showing it to everybody in the car!

"Let me see!", asked another boy, and Rohit passed the phone around the car. All of the boys swiped through the phone images and ogled my mom's body with lust. I was powerless to stop them since I was a weak and timid guy, and was scared that if I said something to them then they would beat me up.

Some of the boys had never seen a naked woman before. Not that my mom was naked in any of the pictures, but her outfit was so revealing that they could clearly see all the outlines and curves of her body, not to mention her perky nipples and womanly pussy. In some ways, it was almost more scandalous than if she had just walked out fully naked. They started making embarrassing and lewd comments like, "Your mom is a great maal!" or "Have you seen the slut’s milky boobies? So tight!" or "Ufff what a wonderful ass!", while they surfed through the pictures.

But the most indecent comments came from the college stud himself, Rohit! "Did you see those big protruding lips? You can tell she has sucked a lot of cocks!". Some of the guys giggled at the comment. My cheeks instantly went red, mainly because he was right. But Rohit didn’t stop there. "Did you see how her hips were swaying as she was walking back? That means she's desperate to be fucked! I watch a lot of porn, but I've never seen a pornstar who is this slutty!"

My ears burned as he talked about my sweet homely mother like that. Finally I turned to him and yelled “Shut up!”

There was silence for two seconds and then the boys turned their attention from the phone onto me. Suddenly, Rohit slapped me quite hard on the back of the head and I almost started to see stars. He then stared directly into my eyes with a threatening glare and said, "If you talk too much then I’ll beat the shit out of you and then piss in your mouth! You understand that, you son of a bitch?" I immediately turned my head meekly to the floor, unable to meet his frightening stare. Even the driver was a mute spectator to all of this.

Rohit smiled victoriously and continued to show my mom’s pictures to the group, while making lewd comments about her. "See how her legs are waxed smooth? She keeps them waxed, so men will know that she is an easy lay.", all the boys except me again giggled at his comments. I was so deeply flushed that I continued to stare at the floor, unable to muster up the courage to give a response after that smack to the head.

The boys were mesmerized by the pictures of my sexy curvaceous mother as they listened to Rohit, believing every word he said. "You can see part of her pussy in this picture. See how swollen and engorged it looks? That means her fuck-hole is stretched out from all the whoring she's done!". They all laughed at the comment once again. I have to be honest, even though I felt ashamed listening to this, I also felt a tinge of arousal listening to this strong masculine college stud talking so derogatorily about my mom. This brought back memories of everything me and my mom had been through a year ago with Uncle Shyam and all those commoners.

The drive to college that morning felt like it lasted an eternity. Rohit and his friends kept ogling the photos, while making increasingly vulgar comments to try and provoke me. They continued to pester me until we reached the college!

[sarit11]

Unfortunately, my day with the bullies was not over. There were three of them and they cornered me in the bathroom. Rohit was a good half-foot taller than me and he pinned me against the wall. He looked at me directly, his eyes staring a hole in me and I looked down scared. "Hey you son of a bitch, you scared?", he asked with a heavy scary voice.

Before I had a chance to answer though, Rohit grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed it against the door of one of the bathroom stalls. “Ouuuchhh!”, I winced in pain and the bullies laughed.

"Hey Rohit, ask him about his mother. Man, even after cumming twice this morning, my cock still gets rock hard thinking about that slut!", they again started making those derogatory comments about my mom causing my heart to skip a beat. What was this all about? They would always make fun of me, but this time it seemed like they were more aroused after seeing my mom in all her near-naked splendor this morning and were getting more animalistic.

"Rohit, give me your phone, buddy! I wanna masturbate while watching her pics again! It’s bloody fantastic masturbating in front of a son on his mother!", my earned burned as I listened to him.

I didn’t think Rohit was going to stoop that low. But he just grinned like a devious animal and handed his phone to his friend who was asking for it. As soon as his friend, Avik, got the phone, he immediately unzipped his trouser and pulled out his manhood. His cock slowly grew in size as he gradually stroked it while scrolling through the pictures on the phone. At full-length, he didn’t seem very big – only about 6 inches in size. However, the fact that he was watching my mom’s near-naked pictures while masturbating, made me extremely aroused as well. I couldn’t look away and kept watching him as he moved his hand up and down the shaft and over the bulbous head. Rohit smiled as he realized that I was getting aroused watching him do that.

"Haha, watch how this bastard is eyeing Avik’s cock! Do you wanna put it in your mouth, you son of a bitch?", Rohit bellowed, and I immediately blushed again.

After a minute or two, Avik let out a sigh, “Ughhhhhh”, and leaned the back of his head against the wall. His body shook and his cock twitched as he came. Not so much a spurt but more a steady stream of cum flowed from his cock. He eventually took away his hand which was covered in cum and before I knew what was happening, he shoved his fingers in my gaping mouth.

It tasted awful and I almost puked. But Rohit grabbed me by the throat and motioned that I swallow or else! Being scared, I licked Avik’s fingers clean and swallowed whatever cum he had on them. The three boys thought it was hilarious, laughing loudly as Avik pulled his fingers out of my mouth, that were now wet with my saliva. He then proceeded to wipe the saliva-laden fingers over my face as a further sign of degradation.

"I think he enjoyed it.", Rohit giggled. I flushed once again in embarrassment.

"This morning when you told us to shut up, it felt as though you wanted you mommy all to yourself!", the third guy chuckled.

I looked down at my feet as I did not want to encourage them to prod any further about my mom. It was humiliating and I was scared at what they might want to do to her. Suddenly, Rohit chimed in, "Oh no, it’d be a waste for a big-tittied milf like that not to be used by plenty of guys!". They all burst out in laughter at the comment. "Your mom still seems pretty young, for a milf. She must have gotten pregnant when she was in school. Probably in the men’s bathroom by a bunch of crazy and drunk high school seniors. I bet she has no idea who your dad is. She probably couldn’t narrow it down past 5 or 10 different guys, half of whom she didn’t know the name of.", Rohit continued.

I stood there and listened to insult after insult about my shy innocent mom. I couldn’t face him. I just kept staring down at the floor, doing my best to ignore him and his chuckling friends.

Suddenly, he slapped me on the head and said, "Alright, now listen to something important! Do you want us to stop bullying you?".

I was surprised to hear him say that. Of course I wanted them to stop this humiliation. But what could they want in return. I shuddered at the though of what Rohit – the perverted bully – might come up with in exchange.

I nodded with trepidation. Rohit smiled victoriously again, “Thikache, tobe ekta shorto ache. Amra kal theke toke aar disturb korbo na jodi tui amader jonna ekta kaaj korar promise koris.” (“Alright, but there’s a condition: starting tomorrow, none of us will beleaguer you, if you promise to do something for us.” there was a hint of malice in his voice. I couldn’t say anything though as I was in no condition to negotiate, so I just nodded again and let out a meek “Mhmmmm”.

Rohit smiled, "We liked those pictures of your cum-hungry slut mom. But the pics were taken from so far away, they aren’t great quality.". It felt weird hearing them talking about my mom in such a derogatory way again, but as I said before, I was in no position to argue. Plus, them talking like that about my sweet homely mother was getting me excited as well. "We want more pictures of that slut. Better quality photos and close-ups. And you’re going to get them for us!"

I froze. My mind stopped working for a few seconds as I contemplated the perversity of what they were asking. I knew that I had no choice, however. If I disagreed, Rohit and his friends would beat the shit out of me, right then and there. They would probably continue doing that everyday for the rest of the semester. Perhaps, daily after that even. He really had me in a pickle.

My voice went hoarse. I spoke very quietly. "I’ll take more pictures of my mom this weekend, and send them to you.".

Rohit ruffled my hair, messing it all up. "Remember, if I don’t get those pictures, then a lot worse pain that is what’s waiting for you next week!", and he left with his bandwagon.

I spent the rest of the day in emotional agony. I couldn’t believe this was happening again. It had only been a year since Shyam Uncle left and now this bully was trying to bring back those days yet again. I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement within me as I envisioned my sweet homely mature mother at the mercy of these bullies, but I also felt guilty thinking about it since now my mom had finally gotten her life together – free from all the depravities that she was being subjected to before.

When I got back home, I was completely stressed out. I saw Bimla was in the kitchen making dinner arrangements while my mom was in the living room watching saans-bahu serials. She was dressed in the same white nightgown as in the morning. When she saw me, she smiled happily and said, "Hey, Babu, how was your day?"

I frowned.

She noticed it and said in a concerned voice, "Hey, did something happen?"

I desperately wanted to tell her what was going on, but I also didn’t want to stress her out. "No, it’s just that they announced our midterms, so my mood is a little off."

My mom laughed, "Oh, so what, dear? You have to study, right? Don’t worry so much. Regardless of whenever your tests occur, I’m sure you’ll do good. Now go to the bathroom and freshen up."

I nodded and went to the bathroom as I was told. While I was in the bathroom, my mind kept floating back to what Rohit had said earlier today. I wanted to avoid it, but I knew he would keep his word to beat me up if I failed to get him more of my mom’s pictures. I was trying to figure out a way to do it but was coming up empty.

[sarit11]

After my shower, I sat in my room listening to some music on my earphone while surfing through my Facebook posts on my laptop. All of a sudden, my mom surprised me from behind, "Hey, do you think your mom should get a Facebook account too?".

I didn't know she was even in the room, and her unexpected presence and question freaked me out, especially since I was thinking about her and how to get what Rohit had asked of me. I just kept staring at her without answering and she asked me again, "Hey, tell me! Will you open up an account for me on facebook?". This time, however, she bent over in a way that gave her magical 36DD breasts a seductive cleavage and although they were covered, her nipple impressions clearly showed through the sheer white fabric. My mind was wandering but I was also too stressed out to get an erection at that point. Suddenly, an idea hit me!

"Uhhh…yes…of course.", I said hesitantly.

“Ah thank you, sona!”, and she kissed me lightly on the cheek.

My mom was about to turn around and leave, when I blurted out. "But, in order to open an account on facebook, you have to have a lot of pictures.", I felt a tinge of nervousness as I said that, half-hoping that my mom would freak out and decide to say no.

But, instead, she went, "Oh yes of course. Then can you do me a favor? Can you take some recent pictures of mine?".

"Yes of course. Wait, let me get my camera.", I was excited now. But my mom didn’t think I’d ask her to pose now.

"Wait, sweety. Let me go back to my room and change into my saree.".

"No need.", I said as I found my camera inside one of my bedside drawers. "I’ll only be capturing the face."

My mom appeared skeptical. But I knew she trusted me, so she agreed. As she stood against one of the wider walls, I asked her to smile. As soon as she did, she looked like the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. Her face was plump, fair and youthful and there wasn’t a single mark on her. But I had no intention of only capturing her face. I clicked the first picture, capturing her full frontal body in that nightgown – looking like a hot plus-sized model. "Nice! This will be your profile pic.".

"Really? Is it good? Let me see.", he chirped and approached me, but I quickly retracted and said, "What’s the hurry? I’ll transfer the picture to my laptop and then show you. Tomorrow morning perhaps.".

"Okay, fine. Tomorrow, I’ll wear something better and you can take more pictures.", she giggled with excitement as I nodded. And then left the room.

I breathed a sigh of relief! It was easy convincing her to pose for these pictures. But I was afraid of what Rohit and his friends might do once they got a hold of it.

The next morning, I woke up to an ominous text from Rohit. "Good Morning, you son of a bitch! You remember the promise, right?". I immediately felt a chill run through my spine.

"Yes, I remember.", I texted back with trembling hands.

"If you don’t remember then you’re going to be in a lot of trouble.", I gulped at his response. I quickly got out of bed and took a shower to cool myself off and to plan for what I was going to do.

After my shower, I transferred my mom’s photo to my laptop. I made a copy of the original full-body picture and in that I kept only her face, while cropping out the rest of the body. When I showed it to my mom, she was elated. "When will you open my Facebook account?", she asked while we were having breakfast.

"Tomorrow perhaps, when I have some time.". I have to admit, I was surprised to see her so eager to open up her social networking account. I guess the fact that Dad wasn’t here most of the year and that she was bored sitting at home all day, was getting too much for her. She needed an outlet and social networking websites like Facebook provide the perfect outlet for that kind of boredom. Plus, the fact that her hyper-sexual life had been idle for over a year, also added to her boredom. Fortunately, for me, this was a golden opportunity to grab more of her pictures for Rohit and his friends. For some reason, the idea of taking pictures of my sweet homely mature sexy mother and sharing them with those perverted bullies was starting to have an effect on me. I was definitely getting excited thinking about it. “Ma, ekta chobi die kono laabh nei facebook e. Eksathe 7-8 ta chobi dile tobe lokjon friend-request pathae.” (“Mom, there’s no point is putting up just one picture on Facebook. You need at least 7-8 for people to like you enough to send you friend-request.”

"Really? But I just want to keep in touch with some of our relatives.", she said naively, not understanding the true purpose of my ask.

"Yes, but what if they don’t recognize you with just one picture? So, it’s better to take as many pictures as you can and post them so that everyone can recognize you."

"Oh yes, you’re right, I believe.", my mom said while pondering intensely.

"Why don’t you do one thing, get dressed in a proper outfit because today I’m going to take full pictures of you, which will not only make you look good but also let other people recognize you easily.", I said with a wry smile.

After breakfast, while Bimla was cleaning the house, I quickly went to my bedroom and grabbed the camera. I then went out and knocked on my parent’s bedroom and my mom said from inside, "Come inside, I’m ready." I was pleasantly surprised when I saw her. She was wearing a white sleeveless kameez with blue flower patterns and a light sky blue colored frilly salwar. The kameez was cut with a deep neckline that showed a little cleavage, but she had worn her duppatta over her shoulders which did a good job in somewhat hiding them. The kameez was tight enough that it pulled snug around her natural womanly breasts and back, thereby accentuating her upper-body curves. The dress also had a three-inch light blue ribbon wrapped around her waist just under where her navel was hidden. It gave her waist a tight, thin appearance. Beneath the blue ribbon, the salwar formed around her hips and narrowed around her thighs, while tapering down her ankles. The dress gave her body a strong hour-glass like appearance, which was topped off by the little glimpse of her cleavage. Her finger and toe nails were painted hot red. Her hair was worn down, falling in waves over her bare shoulders, and she’d done a careful job of applying her natural looking lipstick and a touch of eye-liner. All-in-all, she still looked incredibly sexually appealing, but it was more of a natural and innocent look rather than the attention-grabbing sex-crazy look that would have men drooling.

[sarit11]

This was starting to feel like an actual photoshoot!

“Click! Click!”, I took some of her pictures standing, some while sitting on the bed and a few other sexy poses of her bending over the table. Before we were done, however, I decided to get bolder. While she was not looking and putting things up the bedroom cupboard, I instantly snapped a picture of her. The movement of lifting her arms up caused her massive jugs to stretch against the material of the kameez making her look incredibly sexy.

"The pictures look good, mom.", I said after that snap. "I’ll transfer the pictures to my laptop tonight and tomorrow I’ll create your facebook profile."

After I came back to my room, I suddenly received another text message from Rohit. "Hey slut-boy, did you finally take those pictures I told you to take?".

“Ugh!”, I sighed. This is not what I wanted to see today – messages after messages from Rohit, on a Saturday. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to think about him again until Monday morning. The phone beeped again.

"Hey piglet, are you ignoring me? If I don’t get a response from you in the next 2 minutes, I’ll bust your sorry ass in college on Monday!"

The threating tone of the message got me really scared and I quickly typed a response, "Yes, Rohit. I didn’t forget. The pictures have been taken. I’ll bring them to college the day after tomorrow."

His reply: "Good boy. If you waited 10 more seconds, you would’ve been in deep trouble. But I can’t wait until Monday. You have to send me those pictures right now!"

I was stunned. I didn’t know how to respond. But I also didn’t have a choice. I knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Ok. I’ll send you the pics right now.”

I locked my bedroom door and within a few minutes, I transferred the pictures from my camera to the computer. My fingers wavered all of 5 seconds before I typed in his email address that he had texted me and pressed “Send”.

After that, every passing minute felt like an agony. My eyes glossed over some of the old folders that contained videos of my mom in compromising situations with Shyam Uncle, Haria and all the other ugly perverts she’d been with. I decided not to open any of those folders for the time being but was constantly reminded of the things I had to do for Shyam Uncle, and how this situation with Rohit felt so similar. In many ways, Rohit seemed far worse than Uncle Shyam because at least the latter was more mature and experienced. Rohit was a just perverse, young, impulsive bully.

Nearly 10 minutes had passed, when I finally got a text from him. "Congrats, wimp-tard! You escaped a beating this coming Monday. Now I have some beautiful HD pics of your whore-mom. Isn’t that great?"

I felt both excited and disgusted at him for talking about my sweet homely naive mother like that. But I was too scared to confront him or even express my excitement to him for fear of him labeling me. “Yes, Rohit.”, I replied. He had me by the balls and I had no choice but to play along with him. At least, I thought now he would leave me alone for the rest of the weekend. But that wasn’t meant to be.

After dinner, I got another text from Rohit, "Hey loser, is your mom asleep?"

I was sitting on one side of the sofa reading a book while my mom was sitting on the other side. When she saw my phone go off, she asked, "Who’s texting you this late?", she asked casually.

"Just a friend from college, mom.", I lied. I mean Rohit was from my college, but he was no friend.

My mom smiled sheepishly. "Do you have a girlfriend? Are you hiding her from your mother?"

"No no, this is just a friend. Asking about the midterms.", I quickly replied.

I made a conscious attempt to hide the screen of my cellphone so that my mom wouldn’t see what was on it or what I was typing. I was afraid she’d find out about what I’d been doing behind her back. "No. We just finished eating dinner.", I texted back.

His reply: "Great news! Excellent timing, because I’m feeling extremely horny right. Take some pics of that whore and send them to me right now."

I was stunned. He wanted pictures now? I decided to make up an excuse. "Rohit, my laptop crashed. It won’t get repaired before tomorrow. I can’t send you pics tonight.", I texted back.

Nothing came back from his side for the next five minutes. I assumed he bought it and gave a sigh of relief. Suddenly, my phone beeped again.

His reply: Chap nish na bokchod! Toke chobi email korte hobe na. Khali chobi tule amae phone e whatsapp kore de. (“Don’t worry, dipshit! You don’t have to email me the pictures. Just take them on your phone and send them to me on whatsapp.”).

I gulped. Now I was really in a bind. I didn’t know how to respond back and say no. I decided there was no way out of this and I replied, “OK”.

After inhaling a good amount of oxygen, I finally found the courage to ask my mom, "Mom, do you want to take some more pics to put on facebook?"

My mom looked at me surprised, "But you haven’t even opened my account yet. So what would I do with all those pictures?"

I quickly made up an excuse, "No, it’s just that you know Maitri aunty, right? I was looking at her facebook profile this afternoon. She has a lot of solo pictures there. I was thinking if you had that many, then your profile would look very attractive."

Maitri aunty was one of my mom’s most avid rivals and she was the one who always spread nasty rumors about her in the neighborhood. Plus, her husband was also a business rival of my Dad’s, so there was a lot of animosity between the two families. The moment she heard Maitri’s aunty’s name, she quickly responded, "Yes, absolutely. Come to my room after 10-15 minutes, when I’m ready." She then bolted to her room while I felt glad that at least the first phase of my plan worked.

After a good 15 minutes, I knocked on her bedroom door and went in as soon as she gave me permission. "How do I look? Is my hair okay?". She was still wearing the tight fitting flower kameez that showed off her bust and that skinny sky-blue salwar that accentuated her arse. She had her hair down just like in the morning and was wearing light make-up. The bonus though was that she was not using her duppatta as in the morning, thereby showing a bit of cleavage due to the deep neckline of the kameez. I guess it was because she trusted me and was more comfortable around me. She looked stunning! She always looked stunning!

I smiled and nodded, "You look gorgeous, mommy." She blushed at the comment.

I took out my phone and my mom immediately asked, "Hey, what happened to the camera?"

I quickly made up a lie, "Camera is not working for some reason. I’ll check it out in the morning. Meanwhile, I’ll use my phone for taking pics."

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My sweet naive mother didn’t suspect a thing and agreed. Moreover, I relaxed her by taking taking some pictures just of her head and shoulders, portrait pictures that I showed her to ease her senses and to also give her an idea of what I was taking.

Suddenly, I got a text from Rohit again. "Hurry up! My cock is getting limp.". Thankfully I had kept the phone on silent, so my mom didn’t realize that a text had come in. But I knew this was crunch time and so I took a deep breath and asked my mom, "Mom, put both hands on your hips and twist your body slightly, then you’ll look great for a unique shot."

"Like this?", she asked.

My sweet innocent naïve mother did exactly as she was told and the results were unbelievable! Even though she was wearing a modest dress, her massive 36DD breasts jut out as soon as she did what I told her and she looked sexy as hell posing like that. I immediately snapped a few pictures and sent them over to Rohit on Whatsapp. My heart was racing as I read his response, "Good. But her hair is covering some of her cleavage. Tell the fuck-meat to brush her hair back, so I can see more of her tits."

I hesitated for a second, but then I told her. "Mom, can you brush away some of your hair from the front? I can’t see the dress properly through all that dense hair."

Being a naïve homely housewife, my mom obediently complied, brushing her hair back so the phone-camera got a full view of her cleavage. She, however, kept thinking it was so I could capture more of the dress.

Once I sent those pictures, I immediately got another text, "Ufff….your mom has me hard already. Tell her to put her hands behind her head, while I jerk my cock!".

I have to admit his cheap talks and the fact that he was putting me in this humiliating position of tricking my mom, was making me horny as well. I felt my cock stirring in my pants as I said to her, "Mom, now put your hands behind your head and stand."

My sweet innocent mother complied without any hesitation, causing more of her cleavage to show. I kept snapping photos while constantly getting derogatory and demanding messages from Rohit. "Oh fuck yes! Keep going! I’m already stroking my dick!"

"Now, zoom in on her boobs and give me some close-up tit-pics.". Without stepping any closer to my mom, I zoomed in on her breasts. They were covered by the white-and-blue flower kameez, but the dress was pulled tight around them, showing their round shape. The way she was standing with her hands above her head really pushed out a lot of cleavage out, too. Rohit was a genious!

My mom didn’t suspect a thing as I clicked those pictures. She thought I was taking full photos of the dress. She couldn’t see that I was just zoomed in on her breasts, snapping picture after picture of them as she twisted her body this-way-and-that with her hands behind her head. I even got a few modest ones in there that I could show her without her realizing something fishy was going on.

I didn’t get a response from Rohit again for 2-3 minutes, so I assumed he was busy jerking off to the pictures I already sent to him. "Hey Babu, do you wanna take more pictures?". My mom was getting into it right now and I could tell she was excited.

Since I hadn’t gotten a response, I assumed it was over. I was about to tell her the same, when I got another text. "Uffff…..I can’t hold on for much longer, I don’t think! Your mom’s big melons are really making me hot. Tell her to lean forward, I want you to take pics down her top. Include her face in the pics, too. I want everyone to know who they’re looking at when I show them the pics.". The perversity of his words sent chills down my spine. I had no choice but to ask my mom for this.

"Mom, lean forward. I need to take pictures at another angle.". By this time, my mom was too engrossed in the whole modeling for social media experience that she instantly complied. She placed her hands on her knees and bent forward at the waist. Her dress was very tight when she was standing but when she leaned forward, it loosened a bit and fell forward, allowing a glimpse of her purple bra. I took a few close-up pictures of her breasts as they hung forward, careful to include my mom’s full face as the college stud had instructed.

As soon as I sent them off to Rohit, I immediately got another text, "Wow, your mom is trying to make me blow my load. This is way more fun than jerking to internet porn."

I hate to admit that I felt my own dick getting hard in my pants. Rohit, on the other hand, had quite the arrangement. He was able to rub his dick freely while getting photos after photos of close up, high definition shots straight to his phone.

As expected though, he was not done. "Tell the slut to change in to something formal. I wanna see her in a modern dress." Now I was in a predicament. My mom, to my knowledge, had never worn formal clothes nor did she own any.

I decided to ask. "Mom, taking pictures wearing the same dress is a little boring. Do you have any formal dresses? I mean, any modern dresses besides salwar kameez? Actually, I don’t want people to look at your picture and think you’re a typical small-town suburban housewife."

My mom didn’t seem surprised about what I was asking and instead seemed happy that I was so concerned about her image. She said, "Wait, your Dad has some formal shirts which might fit me. And I also have a pencil skirt that I bought a long time ago. Wait outside and I’ll call you when I’m ready."

While I was waiting outside her door, I got another text message from Rohit. "I’m getting annoyed from waiting."

I felt worried as I read the text. I did not want to test him. I quickly replied back, "Sorry, Rohit. My mom agreed to do the photos. She is just getting ready."

His reply: “Good. Amar bishwas hoche na je tor ma ete eto sohoje raaji hoejache. Mithe kotha bolchis nischoe?” (“Good. I can’t believe your mom is agreeing so easily. You must be lying to her, right?”

My reply: "Yes."

His reply: "Haha. I can’t believe she’s buying all the lies you’re telling her. She’s not very smart, is she? But at least she makes up for being it by having such a pretty face and banging-hot body!"

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My mom opened the door before I could type out a response. I was stunned as soon as I laid eyes on her. She was looking incredibly hot wearing a white formal buttoned up shirt and a dark pencil skirt that ended just below her knees. Since the shirt was obviously my Dad’s size, it fit tightly around her bosom, clearly tracing the outline of her bra. The pencil skirt hugged her hips and womanly thighs tightly as well, and bubble butt was nicely showcased underneath it. Below her skirt, her long silky legs were always a turn on as it is – being smooth and elegant as ever. The shirt was tucked into her skirt with a wide belt accentuating her fleshy waist.

She asked me how she looked and I was speechless. I could only smile and gesture my index finger and thumb in an ‘O’ to show her that she looked perfect.

I almost forgot what I was there to do, when I got another text from Rohit, "Hurry up, dickhead!"

I quickly adjusted my phone and suggested different posed to my mom. "Mom, put your hands on the table behind you and grip the edge.".

"What will that do, sweetie?", she asked curiously.

"Two years ago when I was doing my internship, there I saw office women taking pictures in these poses. Just trust me. I won’t lie to you.", I said, feeling guilty but also getting highly turned on.

My sweet naïve mother believed me and complied. This position thrust her breasts forward against her shirt, straining her buttons against her large breasts.

I clicked that picture and sent to Rohit.

His reply: "Uffff….tell her to open a few buttons."

"Why don't you unbutton a few buttons? Your shirt looks a little tight.".

"You’re right, sweetie.". My hot, sexy, bossy-looking mother unbuttoned her top two buttons showing a little cleavage whenever she leaned slightly forward. Of course, I was ready to take pictures of her as soon as she did.

After sending them to Rohit, he replied, "Ufff….that’s it, not much longer now!"

My mom was coming up with her own poses now. She put her hands back on the table behind her and threw her head back, causing her breasts to push up, almost half-exposed. I quickly took another picture and sent to Rohit. I didn’t receive a message from him right away. He must have been too busy, enjoying the photo I just sent. I snapped another. Then a third.

After two whole minutes, I got a response from him, "Damn, she is a real attention starved slut. She knows all the signature pornstar poses."

He followed that last text with another one. "Now tell her to sit. I want some shots of her legs."

I asked my mom the same and she hurried over to the bed and sat on the edge, crossing her legs. I snapped pictures of her sitting like that as she stretched both her arms back on the bed behind her, rocking a coy and sexy smile. I groaned softly as my dick strained against my pants at this tantalizing view. As she leaned back, inadvertently pushing her chest out, I took several pictures of her sprawled there, focusing on her cleavage.

His reply: "Get down on your knees to get a better angle, then tell the slut to uncross and recross her legs, and keep taking pics the whole time she does it. Don’t forget to include the pornstar’s face in each shot."

I got on my knees, and my mom did as requested. While she was uncrossing her legs, I snapped two full pictures of her uncrossed, slighty-spread legs, with her exposed purple panties in view. As she recrossed her legs, she had no idea that I was snapping photos the whole time. The camera was silent and my mom was assuming I would wait until she was posing before I snapped the pics. "How’s that?", she asked once her legs were fully crossed.

"That looks good.", I replied guiltily, knowing I’d just betrayed my mom’s trust and snapped photos up her skirt for Rohit. The phone message confirmed it: "That was a nice upskirt shot, I got a great view of her juicy, hungry pussy hidden by her panties. Her cleavage and face are in full view in the shot, too. Waaooow!"

I flushed as I read his texts. "Do you want to take more pictures?", as my mom said this, she hopped up on her knees, staying on the bed, and turned her back to me. She looked back over her shoulder, and brushed her hair out of her face. Damn! She looked so amazing! The dress followed all of her curves and hugged her plump-ass so tight that you could see the outline of her panties stretching against the material. I think she was trying to fix the bed, but unbeknownst to her, she was putting up quite the illicit show. She actually reminded me of another porn scene; the part of the video where the pornstar just finished sucking a guy’s hard dick, and then bent over, impatiently waiting to be fucked.

I snapped as many pictures as I could while she was in that pose and immediately sent them to Rohit. By the time I got a response, my mom had gotten back into her original comparatively modest position. But as soon as I read the response, I felt relieved.

His reply: "Ohhhh Shit! I just came! Uffff….you mom is a hot bitch!"

After reading his text, I finally said to my mom, "OK mom that’s perfect, I think I got all I need."

My sweet innocent mother had no idea the double-meaning behind that statement. "Thank you, sweety, for being patient with your mommy." We said good-night to each other and I then went back to my room. As soon as I closed the door, I took off my pants and started jerking off. I came within seconds!

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The next day went by uneventfully. I opened up my mom’s facebook account in front of her, using the first photo that I took of her face with my camera as her profile picture and used some of the more modest pictures from yesterday for her albums. I had either hidden or edited all the other more revealing pictures of her last night, before I went to bed. I was afraid of what she would think of all the pictures I had taken of her without her knowledge.


My mom was very happy with the profile I created and I spent most of the Sunday trying to teach her how to use facebook and at her behest, I taught her how to navigate through the internet. We rarely have these mother-son emotional bonding moments and she was very happy with the amount of attention I was giving her. We even talked to my Dad over the phone and he said he’ll try to come back in a few weeks this time, which made both of use really excited since he’ll be bringing a lot of goodies with him. The day felt really normal compared to all the crap that had been going on in my college, with Rohit and his bullies. I was afraid of what was going to happen tomorrow when I went to college tomorrow.

During the afternoon, when Bimla had finished all her work and was about to leave the house, I heard an interesting conversation between her and my mom. "So, Bimla, how’s your husband doing? We haven’t talked about him for a long time."

Bimla’s husband used to work as a masseuse in Bihar. She had talked to him about moving to Calcutta several times because she hated being apart from her husband. But her husband was in no mood to move here since he had a lucrative business there. "He’s doing good, memsahib. He’s busy but does call me regularly."

"Okay, it’s good to be busy. But you guys shouldn’t stay apart like this.", she croaked as she said this. Clearly, with dad being away on business trips most of the time, their relationship was becoming more and more strained. My parents seemed to just gradually drift more and more apart, which made it understandable as to why my sweet homely mother probably allowed all of the things that happened to her over a year ago to happen.

"Yes, but what can we do, memsahib? He doesn’t have any work here.", Bimla frowned.

"Don’t worry. Tell him to at least come here and check out the city. I’ll try to look around and see if I can find something for him here.", my mom replied.

"Are you telling the truth, memsahib?", her face lit up as she asked.

"Yes, of course!", replied my mom.

Bimla was excited, "Thank you, memsahib. I’ll talk to him today itself." She left elated with the news.

Next day, I was a little skeptical about going to college. I wanted to skip it, but because my attendance was already low, I had no choice but to go. The carpool ride was particularly embarrassing this time as the whole time Rohit and his bully friends kept ogling at my mom’s pictures that I had sent him on Saturday and constantly making comments like:

"Ufff….your mom’s a total MILF!"

"Issshhhhh if only I had this slut for one night! Man, I would’ve fucked her till her pussy turned red!"

"I bet when she’s out on the streets, everyone stares at her ass and titties! The thought of her milky boobies is getting me hard already."

I was disgusted but at the same time was getting highly aroused hearing them degrading my mom like this. I knew Rohit was going to show those pictures to his friends and I dreaded that moment. I was afraid of what they might do with those pictures – would they keep it with them or sell it online. The latter thought scared the hell out of me but at the same time made me excited thinking of my mom as an amateur pornstar.

The worst moment came when Rohit showed them the last picture. "Hey guys, this is the picture that I jacked off to two nights ago!". He was showing them the picture of my mom bent over on the bed, fixing the sheets. I didn’t realize how sultry it looked until Rohit began showing it to his bully friends. She was on all fours like a dog, and had arched her back. As she did, the lower part of her skirt had naturally ridden upwards significantly on her back-side, exposing her long silky legs and creamy meaty thighs.

"Give me the phone!", Avik snatched the phone from Rohit and began stroking his cock over his trousers. "Ahhhhh…man, I have to get to the bathroom as soon as we reach the college.". Rohit and the others laughed at his remark, while I blushed and sunk deeper into the seat.

I was relieved when we reached college and most of the bullies ran to the bathroom to relieve themselves. I noticed they had very large boners that were clearly visible over their trousers. Oh my gosh, they were seriously jerking off to my mom! I felt even more embarrassed then, but decided there was nothing I could do, so I resigned to my classes.

The classes went by uneventfully. I didn’t leave the classroom at all for fear of being bullied by my classmates. However, later in the day, one of my professors called me to his office. He was my Engineering Mathematics teacher. His name was Ashish and he was a tall handsome guy in his mid forties, with good physique, attractive eyes and a mustache. I understood why he had called me to his office. I scored very poor grades in my pre-test and now that the midterms were coming, he probably wanted to ensure I was studying hard for them. This was not uncommon for me since I was never a very good student. In school, my parents were frequently summoned by my teachers for discussing my poor performance in studies. But they had never been called to my college before. As a result, when I reached his office, I was surprised by what greeted me there.

It was my mom sitting on a chair across the table from Prof. Ashish! "Come in, Joydeep. Have a seat.", he motioned to the chair next to my mom. I did exactly as he said. My mom’s expression, as soon as I looked at her, was of disappointment and annoyance. She was obviously unhappy at being called into college for a disciplinary meeting. My mom was wearing a loose pink half-sleeved kameez and tight white leggings. The kameez had a few buttons at the top, which were buttoned up quite modestly. Since her forearms were uncovered, they showed off her smooth creamy skin. But the main highlight was her leggings! It was tight enough to show the distinct curvature of her thighs. As everyone knows, my mom has great legs and the legging clung enticingly to the firm swell of her delectable round full ass.

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During the meeting, the professor was going over my poor grades in the assignments over the last few weeks as well as how he was not expecting anything better from me during the midterms. "Madam, your son’s scores were very less in the pre-test and have been less in the assignments. If this continues, I don’t think he can pass in this midterm.", he said to my mom.

I shook my head in embarrassment as my mom eyed me in disdain. When I looked up, however, I noticed him eyeing my mother while chatting about my consistently declining performance. Professor Ashish had a reputation of being a flirt among both college girls and married women because he was so charming and handsome. In my sweet innocent mother’s case, while talking to her, he was always either ogling at her mature curvaceous womanly body while talking to her or stealing furtive glances at her bulging bosom when she wasn’t looking.

My mom noticed it too and for a brief moment, I felt as though she was flushing whenever she made eye-contact with him or noticed him checking her out.

As the conversation went on, since my mother was sitting down across the desk from the professor, he asked her if she wanted to see some of my work. Professor Ashish turned his monitor around so she could see, but then the former couldn't see my work and explain it to my mom at the same time. "Come sit next to me and you’ll see it better.", his tone was half-requesting and half-ordering.

"Yes, of course.", my mom agreed without hesitation. I guess she was too embarrassed about being called into my college and wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. She stood up and slowly moved the chair to the professor’s side of the desk. She positioned it close to his chair so that they could both see the monitor. I, of course, was still sitting across the desk. I have to admit though that I was a little unnerved at how close my mom sat to him.

After a few seconds of talking, Professor Ashish moved his chair even closer to my mom’s, to the point where I could tell that his elbow was lightly touching her breast on her side every time she moved to see the monitor closer. My mom’s expression was completely indifferent to what was going on so I assumed she was thinking that the professor was doing this by accident. Then the professor put his right hand down under the desk and at the same time, I noticed my mom look down for a second and then instantly focus her attention back to the screen. I assumed he put his hand down to allow more room for my mom but for some reason I saw the color of her face changing. She looked pale and there were beads of sweat forming on her forehead. It was quite hot in the room but something about her reactions told me that something else was going on.

"What happened, Mrs. Saha? ? Is everything alright?". My mom gave him a frosty-nosed look and said, “Yes, everything is fine, professor.”

I was suspicious and curious to know what was going on. So, I moved my chair slightly further back so I could get a better vantage point of what was happening under the table. However, what I saw happening underneath the table gave me goosebumps! Professor Ashish’s right hand was on my mom’s left thigh and he was slowly stroking it. I was shocked at the audacity of this professor. Since the leggings my mom was wearing were skin-tight, I bet this bastard was having a gala time feeling her smooth and soft, feminine legs. He was alternating between stroking her upper-thighs and then caressing her inner thigh near her knee. He caressed down the inner thigh slowly, softly, gently squeezing and feeling and stroking, while my mom squirmed in her chair.

Next, the professor daringly moved his deft hand higher and let it linger in the smooth softness where my mom’s upper thighs hugged together, so close to her special place that he was now close to touching the edge of her mound. I was shocked when she parted her thighs just slightly. I looked at my mom and she had covered her mouth to stop herself from moaning, while still continuing to listen to the Professor talking about my tests and showing her what was on his monitor. She whimpered and sighed quietly when his hand inched deeper between her thighs and a bit higher, just under the edge of her hips - dangerously near her panty-covered mound, daringly close to her urgent love-center.

Out of womanly shyness, her thighs hugged the professor’s hand sweetly and then parted a little further to let him caress and feel. I guess staying away from Dad for this long and the fact that her sexual adventures had been over for a year, was causing her frustrations to come out and making her become somewhat sexually receptive.

His hand continued to caress my sweet homely mother lovingly up under the edge of her hips, and his fingers lightly stroked along the edge of her panty-line in the crease of her groin next to her Venus mound. His hand then began to caress back down toward her knee from the soft warmth of that thrilling, secluded place. She squeezed his hand gently as it caressed kneeward and coaxed it back to the higher softness and down between her legs. Suddenly, in a breathy whisper she said, "Ohhhh" and squeezed his hand between her soft, upper thighs and shook violently. She was breathing hard now and after a minute or two, she rose up and said, "That’s it, Mr. Ashish. I understood. My son’s exams will be fine.", then she turned to me, "Babu, I’m going to the washroom. Make sure you call me before you leave."

With that, she hurriedly bolted the room, but not before showing us the visible wet patch on the front of her leggings and a trickle of wetness running down the inside of her legs. I looked at the who tried to cover up a sheepish smile. Neither of us talked about it, but we both knew what had just happened. My sweet homely mature mother had just orgasmed at the touch of this lecherous professor!

After that awkward encounter with my mom and the Professor, I was not sure if I could trust anyone in that college. I knew Professor Ashish had a reputation of being a womanizer, but I had no idea that he would take advantage of my mom like this. Moreover, I knew my mom would be too afraid of losing this chance for me to have a career, to even complain about the professor.

I was surprised that she came so easily though. My assumption was that since this past one year she barely had any sex or even any kind of foreplay thanks to all the men in her life leaving her, her pent-up sexual frustrations were starting to emanate at the slightest touch. But now, the question was, where had she gone after wetting herself? I was pretty sure she didn’t bring another dress. So, now what? I decided to walk to the women’s washroom and wait outside to see if she was okay. Classes were coming to an end anyways and the carpool would be here soon.

Suddenly, I got a text from my mom, "Babu, I can’t seem to call home from my cell. Can you call Bimla and tell her to bring an extra pair of salwar-kameez to me?"

I immediately complied and rang up our house number. “Beep! Beep! Beep!”, the ringer went on, but for some odd reason, no one was picking up our landline. I was getting stressed out. I had no idea what to do.

My situation got significantly worse when I saw Rohit and his gang moving in my direction. I tried to hide behind one of the pillars, but I wasn’t fast enough. As soon as they noticed me, Rohit yelled, "Look at that depressing motherfucker standing in front of the ladies toilet and jacking off!". Everyone in the hallway laughed at the remark as I shook my head in embarrassment.

I was also getting increasingly concerned about my mom being almost trapped inside the washroom since she had nothing to wear because of what happened with the Professor. "Hey dipshit retard, how long are you gonna stand there jacking off?", Rohit said as he approached me. I looked down at my feet hoping they’d just get bored and take off.

Suddenly, my phone pinged “Beep!”, indicating that I had received another text. I knew it must’ve been my mom and so, I didn’t want to check my phone in front of them. But without even asking, Rohit snatched the phone from me. I tried to stop him from reading the text, but it was too late.

"Hey, your slut mom is texting you. What’s up?", he asked. Rohit then grinned from ear-to-ear as soon as he read the text. "Brothers, listen to this.". Then he proceeded to do something that was more humiliating than anything else, "Did you call Bimla? Is she bringing extra clothes.", he read the message out loud.

Immediately, all three of the bullies looked at me in surprise. They all put two and two together and realized somewhat of what was happening. "Hey, is your mom inside?", Rohit asked pointing at the ladies toilet. At this point, I had no way of evading them. I had to get my mom out of there and I didn’t know who else to ask for help.

I nervously nodded my head. As soon as I did, all of the bullies’ suddenly became elated. "Haha! What is she doing inside?", one of them asked.

“Extra jama-kapor keno lagbe?” (“Why does she need extra clothes?), asked the other one.

When I stayed quiet and shook my head, Rohit pinched my arm saying, "Tell us the truth!". He was pinching my arm so hard, I thought I would cry.

Even though they were hurting me, I decided to lie in order to avoid further embarrassment. I told them that my mom had come to meet some of the professors to ask about my progress and then during one such meeting, spilled water all over her dress while drinking it. Rohit and his friends seemed to buy into it pretty easily and the former smiled gleefully as he looked at me. He slapped me on the head and said, "Well, it looks like today is your and your mother’s lucky day.", he said with a grin.

[sarit11]

Rohit started looking around searching for someone and then finally yelled, "Hey Natasha, come here!". He was calling out to one of the hottest girls in college, named Tanya Singh. Tanya was a fair, beautiful, tall petite girl who happened to be one of the most sought-after girls in college. To my shock and amazement, as soon as she appeared before him, Rohit gave her a warm hug and a kiss right on the lips. He then whispered something in her ear, to which she smiled and nodded. After that, Tanya asked some of the girls that were with her to accompany her inside the washroom. I was shocked and a bit nervous at what was happening. I looked at Rohit and his bully friends to get some sort of an answer as to what was going on, but they just smirked as they looked back at me. I knew something was up and I was sure I wasn’t going to like it.

After nearly twenty minutes, Tanya and her friends came out of the washroom. She kissed Rohit on her lips again as his friends and I drooled at the sight. Five minutes after she left, my mom came out of the washroom as well, much to everyone’s shock at her appearance. She was wearing the tightest leggings I had ever seen that followed the curvature of her shapely legs and plump ass amazingly well. Moreover, the girls had covered her large tits with a tight kameez that had a V-neck that barely covered half of her cleavage and the length of the dress stopped a few inches above her knee. The kameez was half-sleeved, so her creamy fair hands were also visible for everyone to see. Everyone, including myself, were salivating while staring at my mother – a mature homely housewife dressed like a young college-girl. My mom’s face seemed flushed as she noticed the attention that she was getting. When she moved to allow some of the other girls to enter the ladies room, everyone’s eyes were on her ass. There was so much going on with her massive hips: curves and bumps that moved in seductive unison as she shifted and stepped aside.

In a minute or so, we heard the bell ring indicating to everyone that college was over for the day. My mom looked at me and said, "Sweety, call a taxi.".

Suddenly, Rohit crept up from behind and said, "Why Aunty? Our carpool will be here any second."

My mom turned around, quite astonished to meet this new guy, "Who are you guys?"

"My name is Rohit and these guys are Avik and Joydeep. We’re friends of Arijit.", Rohit said, as my mom turned to me for confirmation.

I knew if I said "Yes, mom, they’re my friends.". Rohit smirked as I said that, knowing fully well that he had me cornered.

My mom felt more at ease now. "But will there be enough space for everyone in the car."

"Of course. Plus, you are well maintained, you barely will need any space at all.", my mom flushed at his comment, even though we knew fully well that she was quite a plump lady.

The carpool arrived soon and drove up close to where we were standing. It didn’t take long for Rohit to convince the driver regarding taking my mom along for the ride. He took one look at her and was ready to take her in.

I wanted to sit next to my mom, but Rohit had other plans. "Arijit, you sit in front. We’ll sit in the back with your mother. Is that okay, Ma’am?", he asked my mom.

My naïve mother had no clue about their true intentions, so she happily obliged. When we got into the minivan, I reluctantly sat in the front with the driver while Rohit and Avik climbed inside the back with my mom. She was essentially asked to sit in between Rohit and Avik, while Joy climbed in next to me, much to his dismay. By the time everyone got in, it was painstakingly clear that the back seat was not very spacious. As a result, my mom had to squeeze in with the two other boys, to the point where their bodies were almost touching each other. It was clear from her facial expression that my mom was visibly uncomfortable. Rohit and Avik, on the other hand, seemed to be getting set for the ride of their lives.

As the car started moving, my mom decided to make some small-talk to break the ice. "So, Rohit, how did you and Arijit meet?"

"Oh, he was lost. Apparently some jerks at school told him to report to the wrong classroom as a joke. I found him in the halls and helped him get to the right class.", he said with a wry grin as he looked at me through the rear-view mirror. I was disgusted by his lie. It was the actually the opposite of what had happened. Rohit was the jerk who had told me to report to the wrong classroom and later, one of the teachers guided me to the right class.

But my mom didn’t know any better, so she believed him, “Baah, that is so sweet of you, Rohit.”

"Oh no, it was nothing. Anybody would have done the same. I just hate that some guys can be so mean.", he glanced at me again and gave another wry smile as I clenched my teeth in frustration.

Hearing that, however, my mom surprisingly reached across and squeezed his shoulder, and stroked his arm. "No, that’s not true, sweetheart. You’re a great guy. I’m so glad you go to school with my son.", she said with a flirtatious smile.

I was shocked and was feeling very uncomfortable, especially with her use of the word "sweetheart" to address him. Just then, Joydeep whispered in my ear, "Your mom is flirting with Rohit. She really is a cock-starved slut, isn’t she?"

"Uh…N-No…", I stammered. It seemed as though I was trying to convince myself more than the bully sitting next to me. But inside, I recalled all that had happened between her and all those commoners a year back and I knew she was capable of more.

While conversing, Rohit tried to put his hand inside his pocket to take out his cellphone. As his hands went low, I noticed from the rear-view mirror again that my mom was shifting uncomfortably and blushing. I immediately saw that the reason for her flushing was because Rohit’s elbow was poking her breast as he was grabbing his phone. In the meantime, I also witnessed Avik’s eyes darting down at her large breasts, which were bobbling from the car rolling on the rough roads. The tight kameez she was wearing also had the unique effect of exposing the creamy valley between her breasts even more due to the constant bouncing. Since Avik was taller than my mother, from the mirror, I could clearly see him stealing furtive glances at her plunging cleavage, accentuated by the tight bra that she was wearing underneath her kameez.

"Have you spent your entire life here? In Calcutta?", Rohit asked her.

"No, actually I was born and raised in Siliguri. But since my marriage, I’ve been living here.", my mom replied, as Rohit put his hand across the top of the seat seat, over my mom’s shoulder in the pretext of making space. My mom shuddered ever so slightly as Rohit’s hand lightly touched her left shoulder.

"Oh nice. You can get a lot of large-sized dumplings in Siliguri, can’t you?", Rohit gave a fleeting glance at my mom’s bouncing tits as he made that snarky double-meaning comment and smiled while leaning her.

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I don’t think my sweet naïve mother suspected anything as she just smiled and said, "Yes, that is definitely something you can get all the time.". Rohit gradually shifted closer to her during the course of this conversation. From the rear-view mirror again, I could clearly see her left breast move as he ever-so-slightly grazed his fingers around its side. My mom looked down and I could see her cheeks turning red almost instantly. However, regardless of whether she thought this was by accident because the car was shaking so much or whether she thought this was deliberate, she hardly attempted a protest.

"There’s really no compliment that will do you justice. When I first saw you, I thought you were some sort of an angel.", he said as my mom flushed further. As the conversation continued, Rohit seemed to be getting bolder with each passing second. He was now clearly leaning into my mom, and pressing the palm of his hand against the side of her large, plump left breast. He was also trying to push his legs against hers. Even though my mom was looking increasingly uncomfortable and nervous now, she seemed to decide to let this continue. This emboldened the bully even further and he suddenly leaned more towards her so that his face was directly over her right ear. He then smilingly whispered something in my mom’s ear, to which she gave a nervous giggle. Was he telling her jokes? The sounds of traffic were blaring and I couldn’t hear a word that he had said to her. But her reactions seemed quite new and surprising to me and the thought of her letting a guy – who also happens to be my college bully – paw her massive jugs in public, right in front of me, was making me really horny. I felt my penis move and expand just a little. I even noticed Joy scratching his cock over his trousers while we both were enjoying the show from the rear-view mirrors.

Avik, the other bully next to my mom, seemed to be enjoying the show as well, since I saw him crack a few smiles as he noticed Rohit trying to flirt with my mom. The bully’s torso was almost turned towards her. He was smiling and talking to her very closely, with roving eyes and a confident pick-up smile, with his left knee appeared to be pressing into her right leg. He seemed to be having the time of his life. Soon, he placed his right hand on her right forearm, which was resting on her side. Surprisingly, my mom did not shrug it off. She didn’t even bother to acknowledge it. She simply kept giggling at the frequent whispers that he was mouthing off in her ear. Rohith then started slowly caressing my mom’s naked forearm with his fingers. My mom shivered for a second, perhaps in genuine surprise or because she might’ve felt a current going through her body after being touched by a man so boldly in a carpool, right behind her own son!

Either way, this didn’t continue for long as my mom reflexively pulled her arm away from him and crossed her arms over her massive bosom. However, this gave the perverted bully an opportunity to simply place his hand on her right shapely thigh instead, just above her knee. My mom gently pushed the hand away, not looking at him, and crossed her legs. This didn’t sway Rohit at all as he was was still turned towards her, smiling and whispering things in her ear. My mom kept chuckling nervously, not knowing exactly how to react to this college student apparently molesting her, literally behind her son’s back. Again, in the pretext of talking, he casually placed his hand on the top of her crossed leg. This time she didn’t remove his hand, even though now he was basically palming her shapely thighs over her tight leggings. Seizing the opportunity, Rohit carefully ran his fingers over the outside of her crossed leg, over her legging-covered well-maintained outer thigh.

For one brief moment, my mom glanced at the rear-view mirror and our eyes met. She smiled in a very motherly fashion. But behind her smile, I could sense that she was incredibly tense and uneasy. Her forehead was dotted with beads of sweat and she she was trying to wipe off with her hand. This sort of thing hadn’t happened to her in almost a year and now, perhaps she was praying for this journey to end so that she could escape this predicament.

Rohit had just started though. With his left hand on her right leg, he began massaging the inside of her fleshy thigh over her leggings. I shuddered to realize that this was the same thing that the professor was doing to her earlier in his chamber. But what was more shocking was what happened next. Not being able to avoid the situation any longer, my sweet homely lovelorn mother did the unexpected – she lightly grasped her kameez and unfurled it over the entire length of her thighs, and then rested her palm on her knees to avoid the kameez from rising up. I was utterly amazed to see that. To me this gave the impression that she was more concerned at being caught with a hand on her thigh than actually removing the hand from her thigh! This was a clear indication that she had given up and was now surrendering herself to these two perverted bullies!

There was no way for my sweet homely mother to avoid this situation – two young adults sitting on either side of her, trying to gently molest her while her son was sitting in the front seat. Seeing her in a somewhat defeated state, the other bully – Avik – who was sitting on my mom’s left finally got the courage to make his move! He shifted closer to her, almost rubbing shoulders with her, the bare skin of her smooth creamy arms grazing against his hairy forearms as the auto-rickshaw drove along the pathetically uneven roads of Calcutta. My mom flinched as soon as she felt him leaning into her. He brought his pimpled nose closer to her silky straight hair and took a long nasty satisfying sniff. My mom immediately made a sickened face and nudged the Avik’s pot-belly with her elbow, possibly in an attempt to signal him to move away from her. However, the perverted bully was too turned on to care. He crossed his arms over his chest and from one of the rear-view mirrors I could clearly see him pressing the back of his hand against her huge, juicy milk-tanks. My cock was almost about to burst out of my pants as I was watching this unfold, mere inches away from me.

Meanwhile, Rohit was having the time of his life petting my hot mature mother’s shapely thighs over her tight leggings, concealed by the outstretched kameez. His left hand was now deep between her legs. In fact, it was so far up her thighs that even his wrist had become invisible underneath the kameez. “Gulp!”, came her voice before she parted her lips, looking straight ahead at the road with her eyes wide open. Seeing her expressions and the way the main bully’s hand was turning underneath her kameez, I realized that his palm was now directly on her crotch, not her thigh! My mom looked frozen like a deer in the headlights!

Was she allowing him to touch her crotch? Did she just not know what to do? These were some of the disturbing yet scintillating questions that erupted in my mind. My mind became foggy watching and thinking about all this. Rohit was fondling my mother's pussy while Avik was caressing her breast, and all she seemed to be doing is covering it up. The thought gave me a raging hard-on. I continually remembered having this recurrent thought that I clearly enjoyed seeing men other than my Dad lusting for and touching my mom. However, I was slightly uncomfortable with the idea of her allowing these bullies to molest her. But at the same time, I was getting excited as well at the thought of her being humiliated by these bullies more than I ever had.

Suddenly I felt Joy’s arm against my thigh. I looked at him questioningly and he grinned, "Are you watching your whore mother’s performance? I can’t take it anymore.". He was clearly excited, but I had no idea what he intended to do with me. I was scared. I shifted a little hoping to dissuade him to move his arm, but to no avail. All that did was to move his hand further onto my lap. After a few seconds, I felt him start to shift but he now had moved closer and his arm was encircling my waist, his hand moving, gently rubbing my hip. I froze as his hand made small circles up under my thin t-shirt on my bare skin just above the waistband of my shorts. I could feel my face flushing hot and I was starting to get angry at myself for not shoving him away. I looked at him pleadingly again, hoping he would stop, but I got nothing.

"Watch how Avik is fondling your mom’s tits while Rohit fingers her pussy.", I watched the rear-view mirror as Joy’s hand now brushed down the front of my shorts with his wrist brushing my cock which gave an involuntary jump. Then he turned his wrist over and the palm of his hand rubbed gently back over my cock. I almost gasped out loud and realized that I had been holding my breath. My Gosh, this bully was feeling me up and I couldn’t do anything about it. Worst of all, my traitorous cock was starting to respond to the stimulus of a hand gently rubbing it, back and forth. As my cock grew in excitement, I arched my back and kept looking at what was happening with my mom as a distraction to what this bully was doing with me.

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I noticed my mother had started breathing really hard now and was wetting her lips frequently. Her walls were slowly starting to crumble and she was beginning to get turned on by these lewd advances from my two college bullies. Moreover, as I’ve said before, she sweats a lot and in the summers, one can always make out the sweat under her arms and sometimes on her back. The kameez that she was wearing was made of light material and hence, her black bra was distinctly showing through her clothes. The bra was small for her size and therefore, her 36DD boobs looked bigger than usual. The heat was making her sweat further and there was a huge stain under her arms. On top of that, her heavy breathing was causing her tight melons to expand and contract even more obscenely, strained-against-the-tight-top position, and making her cleavage really spill out. This prompted both Rohit and Avik to sit up and take notice. Avik was flat out leering at her heaving breasts like a predator staring at its prey, while Rohit kept glancing at her face and then back to her bouncing mammaries. They were both smiling from ear to ear, and I could feel my cock expanding even more as the third bully stroked it over my trousers.

Emboldened by the reaction of my hard little cock, Joy swiftly pushed his hand down the front of my loose trousers. "Watch how that slut is breathing hard!", he whispered in my ear. A bolt of lightning went from my balls up my spine as his warm hand closed around me, rubbing his thumb over the now cum-slick head of my tiny cock. My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest as he slowly caressed it and my almost hairless balls inside my shorts. He started to slowly jack me with his thumb and two fingers until I let out an involuntary silent moan, “Mmmmmmmmmm!!!!”.

Hopefully my mom didn’t hear me moan and surprisingly, the driver paid no attention to it either. He was too engrossed in his job to care.

I glanced back at the rear-view mirror again and Rohit’s hand was still concealed by my mother’s kameez. I did notice some movement underneath though - he was moving his hand in a way to suggest that he was attempting to open her knees more. With some struggle, he pried them open and quickly slipped his hand back between her legs again. My mom immediately bit her lower lip to prevent herself from screaming. Rohit’ hand was definitely on her inner thigh now, close to her crotch and I could see his arm moving slowly back and forth, like he was caressing her leg. And she was letting him! In fact, her expressions were so pure and seductive that the other uglier perverted bully – Avik – couldn’t control himself either. He turned his upper body towards my mom as he came in closer. Within seconds, I watched as his left hand came up and closed around her left breast. My mom immediately gave a jerk and the pervert quickly removed his hand. He waited for a few seconds and again proceeded to touch her boobs. My mom turned towards him and gave him a stern look. But the perverted bully just grinned, flashing his dirty yellow teeth. With a disgusted look on her face, my mom turned away and started looking straight ahead. She vaguely covered her breasts with her duppatta, concealing Avik’s hand over her giant mammaries.

Taking this as a clear invitation, the ugly perverted bully began to fondle her left boob lovingly, letting his left hand stay there for some time, probing it, squeezing it, exploring its shape. When he was satisfied, he slid his hand over to her right breast and did the same. At first, my mom was frozen to the spot, her arms pinned rigidly by her sides. Then as she got used to his touch she slowly relaxed, and without thinking she pushed her chest forward into his fingers. Avik smiled at her. He circled her nipple gently and then prodded it like he was pushing a start-up button.

All this was making both Joy and I even hornier. "Isssshhhhhh….watch how your mom is surrendering to them. She is a true whore…and you’re her son, which makes you my whore!", Joy chuckled as he whispered in my ear. He then licked my ear and gently kissed my neck as I fought with myself and the new feelings that focused on my cock and balls. Thankfully, because the seats were high, the people in the back had no idea what was the going on in the front and the driver simply was too focused on his job to care. Joy then gently grabbed my right hand and placed it on his cock, over his trousers. I could feel his very hard cock pressing up against my palm as he got busy with his warm hand on my naked cock again.

My eyes dimmed with the erotic sensation of the bully jerking me off with his warm hand and as I continued to watch my mom’s predicament through the rear-view mirror, I couldn’t believe my eyes. My own sweet devoted mother was getting so thoroughly molested by these two men – one massaging her thighs and the other groping her breasts! I had forgotten Why wasn't she stopping them? Of course, I knew why, but I didn’t want to admit it yet. I had forgotten what a natural whore she used to be just over a year ago with Uncle Shyam, Haria, Haripada, Bahadur and all those low class perverted people.

Avik’s body was severely twisted now and he must have been feeling the torque. He certainly looked uncomfortable, yet he was elated, as with his arm dbangd across my mom’s ample bosom he resumed his manipulations across the top of her tight kameez. My mom also was becoming cooperative, in the sense that her body was opening up to him as he continued fondling her tits. The perverted bully admired her nipples as they bulged through the fabric of her kameez and tight bra.

At the same time, Rohit also shifted his body slightly and leaned in closer, changing hands as he did. He was pressing his right hand firmly down and back while clutching my mom’s inner thigh.

“Unggggghhhhhhhh!”, my mom groaned softly at this explicit and aggressive carnal groping.

Rohit also seemed to be whispering in her ear. I saw her head twitch. As I continued watching, I realized that he wasn’t actually whispering to her. He was nibbling on her earlobe! His left arm slid over the top of her shoulder and was sensuously massaging her neck and shoulder. His right hand meanwhile was lodged high up my mom’s leg and judging by the angle of his right arm, he now had his fingers firmly against her twat. The same twat where I came out of! My mom’s body visibly jerked as his right arm moved again. Seeing her reaction and the leader bully’s hand movement, I knew without a doubt that he had deftly moved his fingers inside her tight leggings and his fingers were now groping her pussy over her panties. Shockingly, in addition to giving Avik clear passageway to groping her tits, my mom shifted slightly to ease the passage of Rohit’s hand and rolled her hips forward slightly to increase the pressure of his provocation of her vagina.

Soon, however, “Huhhhhhhhhhhhh….”, my mom sighed as she rested her head back against the seat and closed her eyes while her body convulsed in a mild orgasm, due to the constant mauling of her thighs and breasts by these two perverted bullies.

I was amazed at the turn of events. But I didn’t have any time to react. "Issshhhhh….if only you were a girl!", Joy’s lips went back to my ear and neck as he started nibbling, kissing and sucking my gooseflesh, all the while keeping up the finger assault on my dick. I shifted uncomfortably, but at the same time, the erotic absurdity of the situation was causing my body to betray my thoughts as my hard-on continued to rage. As Joy continued rubbing his fingers over my cock, he bit my neck hard making me groan softly. This was too much for me. I felt my balls tightening as his thumb and 2 fingers found my wet cock and slowly jacked me into a powerful orgasm – my sperm soaking my trousers as well as his hand. He then pulled his hand out and forcefully shoved them in my mouth, making me taste my own cum – right in front of the uncaring driver.

In a minute or two, our stop arrived. When it did, the two bullies almost immediately removed their hands from my mother’s voluptuous curves and they all sat themselves straight. My mom and I couldn’t wait to get out of the car. We quickly rushed out of the car as Rohit yelled, "We’ll meet up again tomorrow!". Neither my mom nor I bothered to respond to the bully and we both simply rushed to the gate, as the carpool sped off. I could see a trickle of love-juices flowing down my mother’s tight legging as she rushed towards the door while I’m sure she didn’t notice the wet patch on the front of my trousers. Either way, I’m sure both of us were glad that the horrific and adulterous day was over for now!

When we went inside the house, my mom and I were greeted by a visibly exhausted Bimla, who was immediately shocked and surprised by my mom’s sweaty appearance and the impression of the sticky fluid running down her legs. "What happened, memsahib?"

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My mom turned to give her a frosty-nosed look, perhaps still irritated by the fact that she didn’t show up in my college to my mom’s rescue. "Nothing. Someone from Joy’s college called and so I had to step out. Now I’m tired, so I’m going upstairs to take some much-needed rest.", she replied irritably, while hurrying to get upstairs to her room.

Bimla shouted after her though, "Memsahib, but I have something important to talk to you about.". My mom paid no heed to what the maid-servant was saying and instead, rushed to her bedroom and locked the door. I took this opportunity to rush to my room to grab some clean pants and later rushed to common bathroom to get the dried cum off my pubic regions.

The rest of the day, my mom and I were trying our best to avoid any conversation about my college or Rohit and the bullies. The only thing we discussed was what happened in the ladies and how she got her new clothes. "Babu, you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend in college.", she said as I sat down for dinner. To be honest, I didn’t know what to make of that statement.

"What are you saying?", I said surprised.

"Why, isn’t Tanya your girlfriend?"

I was amazed. "No no, are you crazy?" I wondered what could’ve prompted that from her.

I didn’t have to wonder for long though. "But Tanya said she was your girlfriend and that you had sent her to help me." I was surprised but it was also slowly starting to make sense for me. Rohit must’ve told Tanya to tell my mom that she was my girlfriend just to put her at ease. The perverted bully knew that there was no other way my mom would accept help from a stranger, even if she was a girl. I shook my head hoping this would all go away, but then my mom said, "Why are you blushing? I don’t mind if you have a girlfriend. I just want you to pay closer attention to your studies, is all."

I didn’t want to protest since I knew if I did, more questions would arise. I just shook my head and nodded hoping she wouldn’t ask anymore questions.

My mother, however, giggled and started teasing me, "She’s a good looking girl. You’re not planning on marrying her without telling me, are you?". I didn’t respond, so she decided not to tease me any further and let me go to bed as soon as dinner was finished.

That night there was a power outage and we had to turn on the generators. Now, the problem was that the generators could not support the power supply of the entire house. Therefore, my mom asked if I wanted to sleep with her for the night, so that just her room’s electrical equipment would be utilized. My parent’s bedroom had a long sofa which was situated against the wall, right next to their king-sized bed. I could easily fit in there and have a good night’s sleep. Thus, I agreed without much hesitation.

At night, though, I could hardly sleep. The images of my mom orgasming at the hands of my professor and the whole incident with Rohit and the other perverted bullies inside the carpool, were etched in my mind. Plus, the fact that she was sleeping just a few feet away from me wasn’t helping matters either. Moreover, the generators were not powerful enough to support the 1-ton air conditioner in my parent’s bedroom, and when I fell asleep, I hadn't opened the window, so our room was ridiculously hot and stuffy.

It was almost midnight and I was still wide awake, mainly due to fact that my sofa was was drenched with sweat. I wondered how I could get myself to sleep in this hot mess, when I twisted my head a little bit and looked at my mother. It was a full-moon night and the the entire room was lit by the brightness of the moonlight. Although it was a casual glance, the moment I saw her – sleeping on her backside wearing a flimsy spaghetti top nighty – I felt my lips getting wet and swallowed a huge gulp in my throat. I stared lustfully as her left hand inadvertently began sliding down her sky blue nightgown which now had wet patches of sweat all over. She was looking absolutely stunning and beautiful. She had such perfect curves and such mouth watering breasts that as I stared at her flimsy nighty-clad figure, I nearly managed to moan "Uffff!!"

Since my mom was sleeping on her back, her luscious breasts looked like twin round mountains formed on her chest and surprisingly, her nipples seemed to be hard and were looking like mountain peaks poking against her not-so-modest nightgown. She was snoozing quite heavily and it gave me the impression that she was in deep sleep. I don’t know for how long I kept staring at her, getting turned on with each passing second, feeling my penis getting painfully rock solid and demanding some attention soon.

As I kept viewing my mom’s magnificent sweaty boobs rising and falling with each breath, my sexual arousal was getting out of control, and then there came a point when I could not take the hardness any longer. In a split second, I decided to just cum quickly while watching her quietly. I decided to use my favorite method of masturbation – "pillow humping" – to attain sexual relief!

As a start, I I took one of the two pillows from below my head, and I placed it at the centre of the sofa, right underneath my crotch. I then slowly and methodically pulled down my pants and released my aching manhood free into the warmness of air. At that moment, my tiny cock was like a solid stick dancing to and fro as if it was attached to a spring. I then quickly climbed over my pillow and placed my penis on its lower edge side. I then covered my naked ass with the pants I was wearing. I lay still on my stomach for few minutes, so as to let my penis feel the softness of the pillow. The feel of the pillow below my steaming hot penis was like cold water poured over ice. It had such a soothing feel.

As I was busy adjusting my penis over the pillow, I suddenly heard my mom moan, “Mmmmmmm!!”

I instantly froze!

Slowly, carefully, I turned my eyesight towards her. My sweet unwary curvaceous mother was still sleeping on her backside. “Mmmmm!”, came another moan, but this time her hands started roaming all over her sweat-laden body. My eyes grew wide with amazement at the sight. I quickly adjusted my penis on the pillow while watching her moan and move her hands all over her body, still in a state of slumber. I had my eyes partially closed as well in case she woke up and saw me mounted over my pillow, with my penis pushed deep into it. Fortunately, I had placed my pants over my naked butt, in such a position that even in the moonlight, it would look like I was still wearing them.

Suddenly, to my astonishment, she began tickling her breasts softly over her nightgown. "Mmmmmm! Suck them! Suck my milky breasts!", she groaned while still physically asleep. My cock twitched ever so slightly as I heard those words! I wonder who she was dreaming about having sex with. Perhaps she was dreaming about my Dad. I never shared this with anyone before, but I used to watch my parents have sex as a teenager, whenever we went out for vacation and were staying in a hotel. My Dad never wanted me living alone in a separate room by myself. So, he always booked a large suite for the three of us, which had a single bed for me and a queen-sized for them. All three of us would be in the same bedroom, however.

At night, I would pretend to go to sleep early and an hour after I went to bed, they would turn off the lights. My mom would check if I was awake and once she was satisfied, she would grab a condom from our handbag and join my Dad in bed. I would cover myself with a blanket and then watch as my mom would sit on the bed, facing my Dad, with her back towards me. In the dim light, I could see my Dad sitting up, taking off his shirt and throwing it near the leg of the bed on his side. Then he and my mom would get close, their hands meeting. My mom would lay down on her backside, much like the state she is in now and my dad would bend over her. I could hear sounds like smooches and sucking noises, my mom’s moans in between.

My head would go for a spin, watching my mom and dad fuck each other like rabbits!

I did feel turned on by this sight, but yet would not touch my penis. I was too excited to watch my parents indulge in sex to do or think of doing anything at that time. And then dad would get up, and lie down on his back! For a second, I used to think this sex act was over, feeling disappointed. But then what happened would be truly unbelievable. My mom would get up from bed and would stand a few feet from me. My eyes would stare at her shapely legs in the dark. And then within 2 seconds, she would remove her nightgown and toss it down on the ground. My eyes would almost bulge out of their sockets as I would watch her unhook her bra, then her underwear and drop it on the floor. She would be totally naked! The light from the window would allow me to see her buxom body a bit, including her luscious womanly breasts and even the faint shadow of her nipple.

“Mmmmmm!!”, came another one of my mom’s moans, pulling me back into the present! She was squeezing her milk-tanks and massaging her nipples over her sweat-covered nighty this time. What was she thinking about? Was she truly so sexually frustrated after my dad left for his business trip and that Uncle Shyam and Haria were all gone, that she was touching herself while sleeping?

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Almost instinctively, she put a hand to her breast through her nightgown and felt and fondled her big tits while licking her lips in ecstasy. From my vantage point, she was mindlessly fingering her right nipple with her left hand through the sweat patch on her nightgown while moaning incessantly. As soon as her right nipple erected itself and started poking out of the wet patch, she began fingering her left nipple through her nightgown.

Regardless of what she was dreaming about, I was getting the show of my life! She turned sideways and was facing me directly now. Her ample breasts were sagging downward a little as she turned, still fingering her nipples. I could see the luscious shape of her mammies clearly. I just wanted to touch and squeeze them once. I could not hold on any longer, and due to my excessively stiff penis, I was forced to adjust myself on the pillow. The cotton like softness of the pillow automatically made me hump it a little. It was a complete reflex action to the build up sexual tension within me. I humped the pillow with very soft thrusts at first, but then increased the intensity to some real harsh thrusts into the pillow.

Soon though, to my surprise, she pulled the straps of her nightgown down to reveal her creamy shoulders, and then tugged on the center of the nighty to reveal her naked succulent mammaries. Moving her free hand to her breasts, my mom pinched and massaged the hardening nipples. For a full minute, she was pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples. “Mmmmphhhhh!”, she moaned in a soft angelic voice and bit her lip like a bitch in heat.

As I watched my mom cupping her nude mammaries in her hands, tweaking her nipples between her fingers and thumb, I started humping my pillow even harder. Suddenly, I noticed her left hand involuntarily slide towards her pussy. She drowsily raised her nighty, giving me a dimmed view of her shapely thighs, making my cock throb some more. For me, the sight of her sweat covered massive mammies and her exposed sweaty thighs were nearly enough to drive me over the edge, closing in on an orgasm of my own.

However, my hot horny mature mother didn’t want to stop there. Instead, she gradually pulled her nightgown up enough that it exposed her bushy twat! She then opened her legs farther, sleepily exposing her sweet juicy vulva. “Ahhhhhhh!!”, she moaned as her fingers touched her love-canal! From this trivial distance, I could feel her getting heavily aroused as she grazed her fingers and down her crotch. Her right hand was still grabbing her right breast and I could tell she was squeezing it harder this time. That sight made me so sexually aroused that I nearly leaked precum without even humping on my own pillow! I never expected her to do something like this now, and yet it was happening right in front of my eyes.

My mom kept rubbing her clit, massaging her lips as she slipped one finger inside her. Her mouth turned a big ‘O’ and her breathing turned shallow as she tried to masturbate in her sleep. While peeping on her, I felt myself feeling erotic and so sexual that I decided to hump quickly and aggressively too. So I too started humping my pillow rapidly. As I started humping aggressively, I gazed hungrily at my mom's curvaceous mature womanly body writhing in sexual bliss. I had a great view of her dark bushy pussy, with her sweaty tits hanging out of the top of her nightgown, her beige areolas and her nipples dotted with little droplets of sweat. She was getting highly aroused and I noticed saliva glistening on the sides of her chin, as they rolled down her gaping mouth, in a haze of absolute lust. She was looking extremely sultry lying naked just a few feet away from me, masturbating to some unknown person.

And then I heard something that completely sent shivers down my spine!

"Mmmmmm! Ahhhhhhh! Rohit, fuck me! Fuck your best friend’s mother! From now on, you’re not only Arijit’s friend, you are also my womanhood’s protector! Suck my milky tits and tear my pussy apart, baby! Uffffffff!", she moaned and moaned!

Oh my gosh! I was in utter disbelief. My mom was actually thinking about my college bully – the guy that has literally made my life a living hell since I first joined that college – while masturbating in her sleep! Perhaps this morning’s carpool-ride had had more of an effect on her than I had previously thought. Perhaps she had actually enjoyed all the molesting that had happened to her this past afternoon!

Next, she did something totally unexpected. She sleepily grabbed another pillow from the side and then, just like me climbed on top of her pillow, and was sleeping on her stomach. She squeezed 75% of the pillow within her thighs and the remaining 25% of the pillow – including the prickly pillow edge – was neatly rubbing roughly against her pussy as she humped it. “Ummmmmmm! Ufffffff!”, she groaned in her sleep as the pillow gave her incredible sexual sensations. That sight made me so sexually aroused that I nearly leaked semen without even humping on my own pillow! I had never seen her or any woman do something like this before and I was excited as hell!

I fucked my pillow furiously while watching the scene unfold in front of me. I didn’t care that she had the hots for my college bully. The sexual agony had overpowered all of my emotions.

I watched in utter disbelief and horniness as the bed-sheet below her was getting wetter and wetter with the mix of her sweat and womanly juices, while the pillow underneath her pussy was getting all the beating it could get from her thirsty cunt. First, she humped in slow random pushes inward, and then slowly increased her pace of rubbing into wild aggressive humps on the pillow. My mom humped her body on the bed wildly and continuously! I could hear the bed rattling and squeaking loudly, with the force of her masturbation.

"Ahhhhh! Rohit, harder! Fuck me harder!", my mom groaned while humping her pillow in such a way that her pussy was over the pillow edge. I could see her move up and down her pillow again and again and again, without any breaks.

I closed my eyes, and thought what it would be like if the bully Rohit was actually humping her with his long erect penis! I imagined him humping my sweet homely promiscuous mom. As this imagination flowered into a stronger incest-cuckolding feel, I started humping my penis very strongly into my pillow. During the process of my humping, I opened my eyes a little to see my mom, really in the final stages of her masturbation session. I could make out that she was coming close to an orgasm as now she was breathing deeply, and her movements made her humping the pillow extremely roughly. It felt like I was watching my mom being on top of the perverted bully, pushing herself deeper into his manhood during their illicit sexual act!

As I imagined all this in my head, I continued my humping, and now was in good rhythm too. I kept pressing my penis on the edge of the pillow again and again, and thus was able to get an immense sexual and erotic feel of each hump. I then saw my mom suddenly jumping up and down her pillow. I knew this kind of moment from her. This happened only when she reached an orgasm.

“Huhhhhh!! Rohhiiiitttttttttt!”, I heard my mom moan loudly a couple of times while her well-formed legs twitched violently. I could see her buttocks move inward very strongly and as her massive ass cheeks tightened completely, I heard my mom make one final loud grunting sound, “Unngggghhhhh!!!”. She then pushed herself deep into the pillow edge, and her ass cheeks remained tight for a couple of minutes as her entire movement slowed down and then she became absolutely still.

At that moment, I could imagine my mom's pillow getting drenched in her sexual juices. I smiled thinking about the pillow as a damp sticky cloth.

A few minutes later, she eased from the pillow, now having completed her orgasm. She was resting quietly on the bed, getting her breath back and soon, she started snoring again.

The sight of her reaching an orgasm was too much for me, and I was wildly masturbating. I quickly uncovered myself and within couple of seconds of stroking, I moaned – “Ohhhhhh!!” – and felt myself inject around 4 to 5 jets of hot sticky semen into the pillow. As I calmed my nerves post my orgasm, I relaxed and felt relieved of this long pending sex release. I then smiled as I too gradually drifted off to sleep!

[sarit11]

Next day, I was completely exhausted and didn’t even feel like going to college. I almost wouldn’t have to gone, until I realized that I had to keep up my attendance, otherwise I would fail. I intentionally decided not to take the carpool and instead opted to take two auto-rickshaws to get there. Frankly, I was tired of dealing with those bullies and just needed a break.


The first few classes of the day were uneventful. I actually started to dread that the day was coming to an end, because it meant I would have to face Professor Ashish again, since his was the last class – and after what happened between him and my mom, I’d preferred not to see him again.

It was unavoidable, however. So, when it finally came time to enter Professor Ashish’s class, I stalled for time, fiddling around the bathroom, mingling outside the door, trying to delay the inevitable. But when I peaked inside her classroom, I saw something strange. He was standing by his desk, talking to Rohit. What was going on? Why was he talking to Rohit?

I opened the door and walked in, it was still a few minutes before class and there were no other students in the room yet. When they saw me, they stopped talking and looked in my direction. I had a deer-in-the-headlights look in my face as I saw Professor Ashish greeting me with an angry look in his face while Rohit smirked away.

"Rohit here was just telling me he found that awful, disgusting note you wrote about me."

I was stunned. “N-N-Note?”, I asked in awe.

Professor Ashish immediately slammed the table in front of him, sending shockwaves down my spine and yelled, “Don’t play the fool with me, rascal!”

I was taken aback by his swearing and his anger. I couldn’t say anything for a full minute until Professor Ashish took out a note from his back pocket and threw it at me. He beckoned me to read it and as I did, my eyes grew wide with fear and nervousness. This is what the note said:

"That Professor Ashish is a number one retarded son of a bitch! But that piglet has a wife that’s truly sexy. I saw that slut a few days ago and since then I masturbate to her every night, and I dream about sucking on her giant sexy titties. Man, I wish I could bury my face in her ass!"

As soon as I was done reading, I horrifically looked up to see Professor Ashish’s expression. As expected, he was seething, while behind him, Rohit was making smiley faces. I knew I could not defend myself. I had no ground to stand on. The professor would think I was lying, especially after what happened with my mom. I just looked down at my feet, without saying a word.

"You’re lucky that Rohit or myself did not go to the principal with this, or even to the security officer. He was just apologizing to me that someone could be so awful to me. Rohit is such an exemplary student, he’s so kind and respectful. A true gentleman, unlike you. So from now on, we agreed that Rohit is going to tutor you on being a better student."

I gulped in fear. I was trapped. I had no escape. Once again, Rohit was coming out on top. Professor Ashish was praising him for reporting the note (that he probably wrote!). Of course I knew that this was all an elaborate plan to get closer to my sweet homely hot mature mother. He wanted to finish the job that he started in the carpool. Rohit gave me a sly smirk as I glanced in his direction. Class started soon after that and I was in a nervous mess. I sat in the back, never raising my hand or answering any questions. I was shocked at these new developments. On my way back, I decided to once again avoid the carpool – for fear of Rohit and his bullies and what perverted plans they might cook up again – and instead I decided to use the public commute.

When I got back home, I was depressed and was about to go to my room to watch porn or play video games to ease my tension when I heard a male voice. I was surprised as to who it could be.

"You slut, it looks like you’re well settled here.", came the male voice.

"What are you saying? I work here. And please speak softly, this is not our Patna.", came a female voice. I recognized that voice almost instantly. It was Bimla. But who was the guy with her. I had to find out. Slowly, without making a sound, I took off my shoes and quietly crept inside my house. The voices were coming from the kitchen and that’s where I was headed.

"I don’t give a damn.", he said. I came around the corner and and took a peek inside. I was surprised at what I saw. Bimla was standing inside talking to this middle-aged lean guy. He was dark-complexioned and had a decent amount of holes or pimples on his ugly face. He was wearing a fairly dirty yellow shirt, unbuttoned at the top. His pants were white and heavily stained. He had dense grayish dark hair on his head.