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Shaving My Indian Daughter-In-Law

My name is Raghbir Singh. I am 61 years old, but being physically fit, I look much younger. I have retired as a wrestling coach from local college. I am more than 6ft tall and weigh about 90kg. I am a former wrestler and well built like a bull. I still do physical exercises and keep myself fit.

In my family, there is Lajwanti, my wife aged about 57. She is a very religious lady and spends most of her time in the temple. I had a daughter Sujata, who is married and happily settled with her in-laws.

Ranvir is my only son, aged about 30 years, working in some MNC in the marketing department and is normally is on tour for about 25 days in a month. Sushma is my Daughter- In- Law. She has been married to my son for about 4 years. She is 28 years old, a plump and chubby girl, with milky whitish complexion.

Sushma is very beautiful. I don't know her exact figure but she must be about 38-28-36. Her main assets are her big buttocks and big boobs. She normally wears tight clothes and when she walks in the house, her plump and fuck able body is on clear display and it keeps my cock hard always. Sushma loves to flaunt her beautiful and meaty body and teasing the others.

As my son is normally out on tour, so we three persons are left in the house. Always watching my horny Daughter- In- Law is the regular feast to my eyes.

I have found that perhaps she is not getting regular and sufficient fucking from my son. The reason is that as my son is normally away, so he gets only 5-6 days to stay with his wife and on these days also he is tired and asks rest.

Another reason is that as my son is normally on tour, so to pass his time, he has started drinking heavily. So he is not able to do his duties as a husband as efficiently as he should be doing. This leaves my Daughter- In- Law to her masturbation sessions in her bathroom.

I had found that many times she spends, more time than needed, in the bathroom.

She looks like a bitch in heat.

As I am a former wrestler, so I possess a manly body made like a bull. I regularly massage my body with oil in the morning before my bath and it takes about 20-25 minutes oil massage.

Normally I massage myself in the drawing room, so my Daughter- In- Law gets many chances to watch my healthy and muscular manly body.

Many times, I have found her, giving glances to my well-built body. Certainly, those looks are not of a Daughter- In- Law to her Father- In- Law but of a sex-starved lady to a "man".

My wife goes to temple in morning for about 2 hours, so when I do my massage, we only Daughter- In- Law and Father- In- Law are left in the house. I also love to flaunt my manly body to my Daughter- In- Law. Sushma normally comes to drawing room during my massage time, with one excuse or other. As at the time of massage, I am wearing only small underwear, so it gives her ample opportunity to watch her Father- In- Law. I also love to display myself to her.

This is normal teasing game of both of us. As due to my son being away and wife in the temple, daily we have about 2 hours to ourselves. So as soon as my wife goes to temple, I take out my oil bottle and come to drawing room wearing only an underwear and Sushma also comes to the drawing room with some excuse like cleaning or mopping the floor etc, and we both enjoy our teasing game.

Sometimes I talk to her while massaging and we crack jokes, sometimes even a bit adult and non-vegetarian jokes also and laugh together. I feel that she wants more than Father- In- Law's love from me and I am surely ready and horny for that.

For some days I was thinking of a way to break the ice and to do something in the right direction.

I decided that I am a male so I will have to take the first step.

So today, I wore small "V" shape underwear, which was very loose for me and quite bigger than my size. As soon as my wife went to temple, I took my oil bottle and came to drawing room.

Sushma also closed and latched the front door and came to my room, with a broom in her hand. I was sitting on a mat and rubbing oil on my chest and legs. Due to rubbing, my muscular body was shining with oil. Sushma was giving me usual lusty glances.

I started talking with her and cracked some jokes. Then I took first step and asked her,

" Sushma! I can't reach my back and unable to rub oil on back. If you are free, can you rub my back a bit?"

Sushma surprisingly looked towards me as it was the first time; I had asked her to rub oil on me. She hesitated bit and then smilingly spoke,

"Papa Ji! Why not? I am just coming to you. I am free and will rub oil on you properly."

There was a spark and tinkle in her eyes, when she spoke "rub oil on you properly". It was double meaning, but I kept silent.

Sushma kept the broom on one side and came to me. I gave her the oil bottle and asked her to rub oil on my muscular back. She was wearing a nice silky sari. She hesitated a bit and said,

"Papa Ji! I am wearing a sari and it may get dirty with oil, so better I remove the expensive silky sari and come back". Saying this Sushma went to her room.

When she came back, I dropped my jaw. She was wearing only thin petticoat and blouse. Her chubby and plump body was bulging out completely in her attire.

Her big boobs were swaying while walking to me and my eyes were glued to them. Looking me watching her plump body, Sushma smiled and taking oil bottle from me, sat near my back and pouring some oil on her palm she started rubbing on my manly back.

She was sitting near me and rubbing oil with both hands. So when she was moving her hands on back, with the swaying of body, her big boobs, which were confined in her loose bra and blouse, were also swaying sideways and I was sitting enjoying her.

A fine odor was coming from her. Perhaps while changing the clothes, she had used some perfume also.

Sushma was rubbing oil and I was secretly watching her body, as she was sitting so close to me for the first time. I was enjoying being so near to her. Her hands were doing miracles to me and it all was so soothing.

I lovingly spoke to her,

"sushma! Your hands are magical. It is for the first time that my back is rubbed, as your mother in law always goes to temple in morning and there is no one to rub my back. Thank you. All my body pains are gone with your touch. You are doing it perfectly."

Sushma was happy to hear it. She smiled and opened up with me and said,

"Papa Ji! I am a part of family. Why did you never asked me to rub oil on you. There is no need to hesitate. In future also whenever you need me to apply oil on you, just ask me."

I smiled and thanked her. Sushma was also feeling happy for ice between us being broken. She also smiled and asked me,

"Papa Ji! Your back is done. Do you want me to rub oil on you anywhere else? Because, then, I have to do, some other chores."

I was enjoying her company and wanted her to stay with me, but where could I ask her to apply oil now? So I was thinking what to say?

Sushma found me hesitating, so she spoke hastily (perhaps she also wanted to stay near to me and my almost naked body and feared that I may not ask her to go),

"Papa Ji! It is difficult to massage yourself by own. You lie down and I will rub oil and massage your arms and legs etc."

I was happy but still hesitating as I was wearing only a small underwear and to my horror my cock has started raising its head, as I was getting hot for being so near to her, and there was no way to hide my erection.

Perhaps Sushma was getting hornier and thought that I may not refuse her, so before that I may say anything, she put her hands on my shoulders and putting some pressure and lying me down on mat, said,

"Oh Papa Ji! Don't think so much. Just lie down and I will massage you with oil."

Saying this she put me down on mat and took oil bottle. I thought that if she is not hesitating that why should I? And I kept silent.

Sushma sat very near to my waist. I was laying bare chest. Her feminine body odor was making me hornier. She put some oil on her hands and started rubbing on my arms.

Within 2 minutes she finished arms and again put oil on hands and slid her body near to my knees and put her hands on my calves.

As soon as her hands touched my legs, I felt like an electric shot. My body twitched and also twitched my cock under my underwear.

Sushma was keeping her eyes on my legs and rubbing from calves to knees. She was wearing only a petticoat blouse and I could see the outlines of her panty and bra beneath it.

I knew that we both are horny and getting hot. Sushma knew that my eyes are glued to her body, so she kept her gaze on my legs only, perhaps to give me uninterrupted chance to watch her sexy body from so near.

I was getting horny with every passing minute. My cock was getting hard now. Sushma also noticed my cock getting hard. She smiled and putting some more oil on her hands, she started rubbing my thighs.

As soon as her hands touched my thighs, I jumped and my cock twitched in excitement. It started pulsating and throbbing.

Sushma also noticed my hardening cock as it was raising the material of underwear up. She was also getting hot and her breathing quickened. She put both her hands on my both thighs and giving pressure on her palms started moving her hands upward.

Now her hands were dangerously nearing the joint of my legs. Her eyes were glued on my hardening cock and my eyes on her big boobs. She kept moving her hand up and my cock kept hardening and erect cock made a tent in my underwear.

As I was wearing loose underwear, so as my big and muscular cock hardened, it raised the cloth of underwear up and it being loose on thighs, now the base of my cock was visible to her from the sides of the underwear.

Sushma gave a sigh and keeping her thumbs inside of my thighs brought them so up that they touched the underwear. A slight moan came from my mouth. Her thumbs were caressing and rubbing the base of my cock now. Though she was not touching my erect cock, but her hands were doing more than that to me.

Sushma turned her face toward my waist and was shamelessly watching the cock (almost half of cock was visible to her from the sides of my loose underwear). She kept moving her thumbs upward and ultimately they touched the base of my cock, from under the tented cloth of underwear.

I moaned loudly. Sushma knew that I liked what she was doing. So she massaged the underside of cock and even scratched my big balls with her nails.

My cock was so tight now that it was almost an iron rod. It was throbbing in underwear and the cloth of underwear was moving up and down with the throbbing of my tight cock, and Sushma was watching it intently.

For some time, she kept caressing the base of cock with het thumbs and my cock kept throbbing. I was nearing my orgasm and was about to shoot before her eyes.

Now Sushma didn't withdrew her thumbs back but keeping them inside my tented underwear, started scratching the balls and base of cock with her big nails.

I knew I was on the brink of shooting a thundering orgasm. But I didn't want to shoot like this as this was our first time, so I asked her,

"Sushma! It is so hot these days. Why don't you wear some easy and sleeveless clothes at home? It will help saving from hot weather."

"Papa Ji! You are my Father- In- Law and like my father, so I am shy to tell that I also want to wear sleeveless clothes, but I have big hairs on my underarms. So the hairs will show in my sleeve less clothes."She exclaimed.

"Beta! Why don't you use hair remover cream or shave them?' I inquired.

She bent her head shyly and said,

"Papa Ji! I tried using cream but it is allergic to me. I want to shave my armpits, but I fear that the blade may cut me. I have never used shaving set. I had asked your son (my husband) many times to teach me how to use a razor, but he never has time for me and does not teach me. So I can't do anything and have to wear full sleeve only to hide my hairy armpits."

"Sushma! If you don't use shaving set, then you will be having big hairs not only in your armpits, but on whole of your body?" I fumbled, as I could not say about her private parts.

But Sushma understood my point and smilingly and shyly bent her head and in a whispering tone spoke out,

"Yes Papa Ji! I have long hair as I have never shaved them. But I see that you keep yourself clean shaven on whole body. Do you shave yourself?"

I understood that she was referring to my public hair as she could see in my tented underwear that I was clean shaven. So I smiled and lovingly said,

"Oh Sushma! I love to be clean shaven and I have been shaving myself not only in my armpits but down there also for a long time. You are my Daughter- In- Law and like my own daughter and this is wrong in the eyes of society to teach you shaving yourself particularly down there. Otherwise I would have loved to teach you to shave yourself and you could keep yourself clean everywhere."

I put extra stress on the word "everywhere". Sushma smiled as she knows, what I meant by that.

She was horny and perhaps didn't want to let the chance go away, so she shyly said,

"Papa Ji! It is nothing wrong in teaching anything. Shaving is nothing wrong. I would love it if you teach me to shave. But please don't let anybody know about it. Mother- In- Law is away, you may teach me now."

I was more than happy. I brought my shaving set and tube of cold cream and asked Sushma to remove her blouse, so that I may shave her underarms and she may learn it.

Sushma was shy. She bent her head and softly spoke,

"Papa Ji! Please don't let anybody know it. Let it be our little secret only."

Saying this she opened her blouse and kept it on the cot. She was wearing a small bra, which was made of lace net and black in color. My eyeballs popped out of their socket, as 90% of her big milky boobs were clearly visible from them. As the bra was black and her own skin whitish, so her boobs were on clear display. Her boobs were very big and bra was so small, that it hardly hid the big areola and her nipples, otherwise the big swell of her boobs was out of bra and clearly visible to my ogling eyes.

Sushma saw me watching her boobs with lust, but kept silent as she herself was also horny. I wanted to see her boobs in open, so persuading her, I asked,

"Sushma Beta! When I will shave your underarms, the hair may fell on the net of bra and may stick in that and afterward they may start itching you. So you may open the bra also. See, I am like your father, so there is nothing to be shy of me."

Sushma hesitated, but she was also enjoying the show, she was giving me. She thought for a moment and then saying,

"Yes Papa Ji! You are right. The hair may stick in bra."

She opened the bra hooks, put the bra away and trying to cover her big melons with one hand, she raised her other arm above her head, so that I may shave her.

I was in heaven. Here my own beautiful and chubby Daughter- In- Law was sitting before me, totally nude from the waist up, and covering her big naked boobs with just one hand and raising her other arm above her head so that her father- in- law may shave her.

Her big boobs were so big, that it was impossible to cover one boob with one hand and here she was trying to cover both of them with one hand. So she could cover only the areola of boobs under her hand and otherwise her big treasure was on feast to my prying eyes.

I licked my dry lips and wanted to see her fully. So I, in a loving tone said,

"Sushma! Beta! You are so beautiful. I am your Father- In- Law, so don't feel shy of me. You may remove your hand. Your body is so nice and shapely that you should be proud of that. The girls who are even not one hundredth point beautiful than you, love to flaunt their bodies, and you are as beautiful as an angle, and trying to cover yourself."

Saying this I took her hand from her boobs and pulled it down. Sushma was shy, so she held her head down, but didn't stop me.

Now her big and milky boobs were naked before my eyes. As soon as her boobs came in view, a little moan came out of my mouth. With great force, I stopped myself from putting my hands and mouth on her boobs. She was so plump and her boobs were so big and tight. They were not shagging even a bit and stood tight. Her nipples were about one inche in size and were erect like bullets. Surely she was horny like hell and was in lust. Her eyes were turning red with lust.

Sushma saw me watching her boobs and I was transfixed with her beauty. When she found me lost on her boobs, she shyly spoke,

"Papa Ji! Please start shaving, I feel shame, sitting nude like this."

I took my razor and shaved her armpits telling her the way to use it. Within 2 minutes, I was done with both her arms and her hairy armpits were shining plain now.

Sushma was happy to see her armpits. And her shame had somewhat gone now. She was happy and said,

"Oh Papa Ji! You are great. It was so easy. I feel so happy today to have such a caring and loving Father- In- Law."

I wanted to see her cunt now, so patting on her head lovingly I said,

"Sushma! See it is so simple and easy. Next time I will sit near and you try yourself. Now you lie down and remove your petticoat and panty, so that we may shave you down there also."

Sushma surprisingly replied,

"Papa Ji! Do you want to shave me down there also? It will be so wrong for me to lie naked before you. You are like my father, and I feel ashamed to remove my panty before you."

Saying this she kept sitting. I knew that we both were horny as hell and she was just making an excuse only. So smilingly, with one hand, and pushing her to lie down, I put my other hand on the cord of her petticoat and said,

"Ok Beta! If you feel shame to take off your petticoat and panty, I will do it for you."

Saying this I pulled the strings of her petticoat and it fell open. Sushma was lying on ground and put both her hands on her face to cover it in shame. I smilingly put my fingers in her waistband of panty and tried to pull down both her petticoat and panty in one go.

Sushma was feeling shy and keeping her eyes covered in shame, she slightly raised her waist up, so that I may pull her panty down.

The scene was so erotic and my cock was so tight that it felt like a steel rod and was aching with tightness. I pulled her clothes down and removing them away from her legs, I put them nearby.

We both were in heaven. Here my own plump Daughter- In- Law was lying before me, totally nude and with not even a single piece of thread on her body and I was sitting near her with the biggest and tightest boner of my life, wearing only a small and loose underwear.

I put my hands on her hands and lovingly removed them from her face saying,

"Sushma! Why are you closing your eyes? If you don't see than how will you learn to shave yourself? I am like your father, so don't shy. See now I may start shaving your cunt... I mean your vagina."

In the heat of lust, I used the word "cunt", but Sushma didn't seem to mind it. Perhaps she was hornier than me. She opened her eyes, and saw me watching her nude body lying bare before her.

She shyly said,

"Papa Ji! It is shameful for me to lie totally naked. You are wearing your own clothes and ask me not to shy. Papa, please remove your own underwear also, so that we both may be in same position and I may see, if you shave me as clean as you yourself."

I smiled as I knew that she want to see my throbbing and big cock and making the pretext of shyness. I knew today's day was going to be the best of my life. And I hoped to get some more from my horny and beautiful Daughter- In- Law.

I smilingly stood up and putting my fingers in my waistband, lowered my underwear to reveal my 7 inches and 4 inches in girth, a fat and throbbing cock before her eyes. As soon as Sushma saw my cock, a whimper of surprise and a lustful moan came from her lips.

As she was lying and I was standing near her, she could see my cock clearly. Her eyes were glued to my cock, which was throbbing before her. She gave a sly smile, as I asked her,

"Sushma! Is it all right? Isn't it quite clean shaven? How do you find the difference with my son?"

She kept her eyes on my cock and said,

"Oh Papa Ji! The difference in you and your son is that you are quite clean there, but the main difference is that you are much bigger than your son. You are a wrestler, but it seems that you took extra exercises for yours this portion and like the big muscles of your body, your this special muscle has also grown in size and mass. It is big as a monster. Your son is a drunkard and many a times not even able to stand it up, while you seem to be made of steel. Its head down there looks like a big tomato, though unlike your son it is covered under its skin, butstill it seems to be big. You are quite big and it is so magnificent. It seems that you have cut it from a donkey and put it on your waist."

Saying this Sushma smiled. Though I had asked her about the difference with my son in shaving there, but Sushma took it to compare my cock with my son's. But as she didn't mind speaking about the size and tightness of my cock and so I also decided to take the initiative and took her hand and putting it on my cock said,

"Sushma Beti! You need not to shy. You may see the size of my cockhead by peeling its foreskin back and also feel the smoothness of shaving on my pelvic region. Now I am going to shave you on your cunt and you part your legs apart, so that I may shave you properly."

Sushma didn't speak anything and held my cock in her hand. She held my cock in her fist and moving the foreskin revealed the big cockhead out. Then again she brought the foreskin and covered the cockhead. She played the cockhead like this 3-4 times.

Then she involuntarily started moving her hand on my erect cock and pulling the foreskin back started rubbing on my big cockhead. I took a pillow and put it under her waist to raise it and took the razor in hand.

I looked into my beautiful Daughter- In- Law's eyes and smiled on her. She felt shame and closed her eyes but didn't give up the cock in her hand and kept rubbing its cockhead and moving her fist on the length of it.

I was in heaven. I was going to shave my own beautiful and plump Daughter- In- Law with my hands. She was lying before me with her legs wide apart and her hairy cunt was on clear display before my eyes.

I took her outer cunt lips in my hands and parting them to reveal their inner pinkish flesh, started shaving her cunt gently. The sound of moving razor was so erotic. I was enjoying feeling the cunt and gently moving my fingers on the outer lips of her cunt.

I took her clit in my fingers and she jumped with joy. A big moan came from her mouth. She was whimpering with lust. I kept caressing her erect clit, in the pretext of shaving her properly. Occasionally I was moving my fingers on the outer lips of her cunt.

Her cunt was getting so wet, that the inner lips and the pinkish flesh of her cunt was glistening with her cunt juices. She was so horny and wet.

Sushma was enjoying the feel of manly hands of her own Father- In- Law on her cunt, and also the sensation of moving razor on her cunt. She was watching me shaving her. With every move of razor more and more of her cunt was being shaven and becoming clear. She had a beautiful and whitish cunt. The inner pinkish flesh of cunt was clearly visible.

Sushma was moaning softly and her fist on my cock had tightened and her movement on my cock has fastened.

Now whole of her cunt had been shaved and putting the razor on one side, and rubbing my hand on the clean shaven pelvic, I asked lovingly,

"Sushma! See how beautiful you look after shave. You really have a beautiful cunt. I have never seen such a beautiful piece of feminine beauty. You may rub your hand to feel the difference. Now let me rub some cold cream on it as it works as an antiseptic."

Saying this I took her other hand and put it below her waist. She rubbed her hand and shyly said,

"Papa Ji! You are a magician. It is like a miracle. You have shaved it so easily and it feels so smooth. Though you are my Father- In- Law and it is so wrong to let you shave me there, but I really thank you so much for doing such a splendid job for me."

I was happy and took a big wad of cream on my finger and started rubbing it on her shaven area. Sushma was moaning and now due to enjoyment her eyes were closed.

I was rubbing my fingers on the sides of her cunt lips and she was moaning in ecstasy. After rubbing her pelvic area for some time, I started rubbing cold cream near to her cunt. I kept rubbing my fingers on her outer cunt lips and seeing only moans from my Daughter- In- Law, I parted both her cunt lips and started rubbing on the inner side of her cunt.

There was no resistance from her, so taking it a positive response; I started rubbing her clit, with my cream coated fingers. As I touched her most sensitive area, Sushma gave a loud moan and bucked her waist up in the air. She was enjoying my attention on her clit.

Sushma was moaning but she didn't stop me from rubbing her cunt lips. So emboldened by her cooperation, I slowly parted her lips apart and slowly inserted my index finger in her cunt.

As soon as my finger entered her cunt, Sushma bucked her waist in air to receive more of my finger in cunt and gave a loud moan in lust. I was so happy that she liked it. So I inserted more and within no time, whole of my finger was inside her cunt. Sushma was keeping her eyes closed and moaning loudly, and bucking her cunt to receive more and more of my finger in her vagina.

In the pretext of rubbing cold cream, now I was finger fucking her and she was enjoying it. (In all this time she kept her fist fastened on my cock and kept moving her hand on the length of it as if masturbating me.)

After some time, I asked her lovingly,

´ Sushma! How are you feeling? Is my rubbing of cold cream giving some relief to you or not?"

"Oh Papa Ji! It is miraculously good. Your hands are magical. I can't tell, how soothing it feels to get the cream rubbed. Though your rubbing of cream inside me, is so soothing but the sides of the nails on your finger are pinching and itching me inside. Please remove your finger as you have big nails and troubling me."

I slowly asked, "Sushma! Beta! Don't you like the finger rubbing cream in you?"

"No Papa Ji! It is not so. It feels so good, but the nails are big. Don't you have something bigger and longer, which may reach more in depths but no nail."

Now I could sense her plan. The horny bitch wanted something bigger from me. So I said,

"Sushma! I have nothing bigger than my finger. I do have a cock, which you are holding in your hands. I can put cold cream on it and put in your cunt, to rub the cold cream inside. It is bigger and will reach in the depths and also have no nails on it. If you don't mind, may I put my cock in your cunt? I am sure you will like the feeling of rubbing in there."

Saying this I put my questioning eyes on her face. Sushma was more than willing to let me fuck her, but feigning innocent she spoke in a questioning tone,

"Papa Ji ji! You are my Father- In- Law, and like my father. If you put your cock in my cunt, will it not be incest? I am like your daughter, so think if anybody comes to know of it, what will happen to our position in society? Also your cock is so big and about double the size than your son, so it will be painful for me to take it in my small vagina. You will surely tear me apart down there and also it will be painful for me than soothing rubbing of the cream."

I knew that she wanted to be fucked by me but only pretending to be a pious lady, so let her keep the pretense and acting the same way, I spoke.

"You are right. Sushma! But I assure you that whatever we do, nobody will ever come to know of it. Your Mother- In- Law is away and will be back in 2 hours, and be sure that this will not be leaked from my side. Secondly I have experience of fucking your Mother- In- Law, so I assure you that it is not going to be painful, rather you will love the feeling of my cock in your cunt. Just let me put it in once, and you will ask me again and again to put it your cunt. Even if it pains you, I will stop immediately and will fuck you... I mean rub you with only that much length of cock as you can handle and enjoy. So don't hesitate and let me put my cock in you. Look it is already throbbing in anticipation of going in your beautiful and tight cunt. "

Saying this I flexed my cock in her hand and she could feel the flexing of tight cock in her hand. Sushma smiled on my eagerness to fuck her and said.

"But Papa Ji! Will it not be incest, if you put your cock in my vagina? It will be sin against society and GOD?"

I paused and thought for a while and concluding, I said,

"Sushma! It is alright that I am your Father- In- Law, and Father- In- Law is like real father, so if I put my cock in your cunt it will be incest. But tell me one thing. If I take a hollow pipe which is filled with air, and put it in your cunt, then am I putting the air in your cunt or the pipe. Same way if I don't peel a banana and put it in your cunt, then will I be putting the banana shell in your cunt or the banana pulp?"

Sushma couldn't get my point so with a surprised looking face said,

"Papa Ji! If you put a hollow pipe, then you will be putting the pipe and not the air inside. Same way if you put a banana then it is the banana and not the pulp. Because, then there is no contact of air or the banana pulp, with my vaginal muscles."

I smiled and said,

"OK Sushma! The same way if I put my cock in condom and then put it in your cunt, then it will be condom latex and not the flesh of cock touching your cunt. Then it will not be incest. So I put my cock in condom and fuck... I mean rub you in there, it will not be incest. GOD will be happy up there and we both will be happy down here."

Sushma had no reply, so she smiled on my wit and shyly said,

"Papa Ji! You have reply to all questions. What can I say now? You do whatever you want, but it should not be painful as you are so big down there." Saying this she shook my cock and smiled mischievously.

I ran to my room and in no time was back with a condom in my hand. I tore the wrapper and gave the condom to Sushma to put it on my cock. She lovingly held my cock in one hand and with other hand smilingly and lovingly put it on. I was watching my loving daughter, putting condom on my erect cock to fuck her and I was smiling happily. Sure I was a lucky bastard and today was going to be my luckiest day.

I again made her lye on ground and put a pillow under her waist to raise her cunt for a better angle.

Sushma shut her eyes with shame and could not see directly in my eyes. Then I put both my hands under her legs and folded them till her knees touched her shoulders and also parted her legs for a better penetration of my thick cock.

Then I put a big wad of cold cream on cockhead and parting the outer lips of her cunt with my hands; I put the tip of my cock on the entrance of her cunt and gave a slight thrust. My cockhead, parting her cunt lips, entered her vagina.

Sushma was not used to be fucked by such big cock, so she whimpered in pain. But before it that she could say anything or push my cock out, I gave a big thrust and my half cock entered her cunt.

Sushma gave a painful moan. She was restless. I lovingly took both her boobs in my hands and gently squeezing them, put my mouth on her tender lips and started kissing her passionately. Simultaneously I was squeezing her boobs and rubbing the nipples with my thumb and fingers.

This gave her some relief. I asked in a loving tone,

"Sushma Beta! Half the cock is inside. How do you feel now? Should I take it out, if you feeling pain? You are my loving daughter and I will not fuck you against your wish or if it is paining you. Please tell how do you feel the cock in you?"

Saying this I again kissed her on lips. Sushma was feeling bit pain, but with every passing second it was subsiding and she was getting immense pleasure of my big cock. So she hid her face in my chest shyly and whispered,

"Papa Ji! Your cock is so big for me. I am not used to such a big cock. You have stretched my cunt to its limits. Also your cock is reaching inside the unexplored depths of my cunt. I didn't expect my cunt could flex so much to accommodate such a mammoth sized cock. Please don't take it out, but only keep still for some time and give me a chance to adjust for such a big thing in me."

I smiled and kept kissing and rubbing her boobs, but didn't move my cock. Within 5 minutes Sushma was feeling fine and started pushing her pelvic up to sign me to continue with thrusting and fucking, but smilingly I kept still and looking her in eyes, asked her,

"Sushma! How is it now? What should I do?"

Sushma knew that I know her position, but was teasing her. So she hit my chest with her tiny fists and then hugged me tightly, and whispered,

"Papa Ji! It is all right now. Now you show me your strength. I want to see, what wrestling you can do and whether you have great power down there also or a big body only. Papa, please fuck me with all your strength and let me feel the fuck with a real "man". Please don't speak anything now, it is action time. Please do it fast."

This was more than enough to arouse me. I started fucking her with full length of my cock. Sushma wrapped her legs around my waist and hugged me tightly.

I was putting all my power to fuck her. I was giving such powerful thrusts on her cunt and with every push; her body was sliding 3 inches up towards her head.

I increased my thrusts and also their speed. Now my cock was moving in her cunt with great speed. Sushma was moaning loudly and chanting, "Oh Oh Oh...oh GOD, it is so sweat. It is heaven. Papa Ji! Fuck me with all your might. Today I feel like married. Please do it."

We both were drenched with sweat, and panting heavily.

We kept fucking the same way and speed for about 15 minutes. Now I was nearing my big orgasm. Sushma was also nearing her own biggest ever orgasm. I put my mouth near her ears and said.

"Sushma! Beta! I am near. I may not last long. Oh GOD it is so good to be in your cunt. Sushma! I am coming...oh I am coming."

Saying this I gave 5-6 biggest and most powerful thrusts in her cunt and with a long and loud moan my cock started spurting its nectar in my Daughter- In- Law's cunt.

As Sushma felt the twitching of my cock. She knew that I was coming, this sent her on her edge and with a big shriek and squeal, she stabbed her nails in my back and her biggest and thundering orgasm hit her.

She clenched me with her legs and arms and her cunt started overflowing her own cunt juices.

My cock kept spewing its nectar in her cunt and Sushma's cunt kept milking my cock.

After 2 -3 minutes, my cock was fully drained out and I fell on her big boobs like a dead dog.

We both were totally exhausted and our strength was drained out. We kept lying in each other's arms for 10-15 minutes and then I regained some strength and opened my eyes.

I looked at Sushma's face. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be sleeping, but there was a glow of extreme satisfaction and pleasure. I kissed lovingly her lips and she opened her eyes.

When she saw me looking in her face, I smiled at her. She felt shame and tightly hugged me with both her hands and hid her face shyly in my chest.

I put one finger below her chin and raising her face and kissing on lips, asked her,

"Sushma Beta! How are you now? How was the experience? Did you liked it or felt pain? Do you love me there in you or not? Please tell me."

Sushma tightened her hug and whispered,

´Oh Papa Ji! This was the most intense orgasm of my life. I never felt such pleasure in my life. This was certainly the best time of my life. I felt so tight there but I felt only love for you and not even a bit pain. The pain was also enjoyable. I didn't know that sex can be so pleasure also. I felt like being in heaven. For the first time I felt like being fucked by a real "man". Papa Ji! You are a real wrestler, not only in sports but in bed also. I love you and I am so happy that we did it."

I was more than happy to hear it. I kissed on her lips and said,

"Sushma! You are my Daughter- In- Law and like my daughter, but I loved fucking you. It was the best fuck of my life also. But you stopped me from doing it without condom, but I will love to fuck you without it. As you say that fucking in cunt without condom is incest, and you don't want to do incest with your Father- In- Law, so I will like to fuck you in ass, without a condom. As putting cock anywhere else than cunt is not incest, so please let me fuck you in your ass without condom."

Saying this, I lovingly started rubbing my finger tip on her wrinkled ass hole.

Sushma kept silent. I knew that she feared my big cock, so I didn't force her and kept rubbing her ass hole.

After a pause, she made up her decision and lovingly said,

"Papa Ji! You are so big for my cunt even. I could take you there with great efforts. But you gave me the best time of my life and I want to return the favor. Also I have faith in my Papa, that if I feel much pain, you will take it out. I can feel your hardening cock, between our bodies. Papa Ji now my life is yours. You may fuck your Daughter- In- Law as and when you want. If you want to do it in my ass, you may. I will not refuse my loving Father- In- Law. "

I was more than happy to hear it. I hugged her lovingly and kissed her passionately. Then I stood up and peeling my sperm filled condom, threw it away.

My cock was getting tight again with the anticipation of fucking my beautiful and loving Daughter- In- Law in ass. Within no time it was again hard as iron rod.

I asked Sushma to get up in doggy style. She smilingly nodded her head and came in doggy pose.

Her big buttocks and small anal opening was now clear before my eyes. I lovingly moved my hand on her butts and rubbed my finger on her tiny hole. She was twitching her ass hole in fear.

I put my mouth on her ass hole and taking my tongue out, started licking her tiny ass hole. As soon as she felt my tongue on her ass hole, Sushma gave a big moan. Her ass muscles which were tight till now, relaxed and she was enjoying the first ever licking of her ass hole.

I pulled her ass cheeks aside and pushed my tongue in her tiny ass hole. Sushma gave a shriek and started bucking back her butts on my face with pleasure.

I was making her relax and to smooth her rectum, so that I may be able to insert such a big and fat cock in her ass. Sushma was moaning loudly and enjoying the first ever licking and tongue fucking of her life.

After some time, I pulled my tongue from her ass. Sushma turned her face towards me and there was a glow of heavenly pleasure on her face. She looked toward my throbbing cock and without asking anything, got hold of it and took in her mouth.

It was all unexpected for me. She has taken a big length of my cock in her mouth and pulling her cheeks inside, to make a sucking vacuum, she started licking and sucking my cock.

I gave a big moan and put my hands on her head and lovingly started caressing her hair. Sushma was not an expert in cock sucking; perhaps it was her first time of sucking a cock. She was occasionally putting her teeth on cock, but she was sucking with enthusiasm.

After 2-3 minutes, my cock started pulsating in her mouth. I feared that I may shoot my semen in her mouth, so reluctantly I pulled my cock out of her mouth and turned her back. My cock was so tight that the veins on its stem were filled with blood and clearly visible. The cock was glistening with her saliva and looking so big.

Sushma immediately stood on her knees and parting her legs wide then hid her face in pillow. She knew that it was her first chance of anal fuck and that also with such a big cock, so it was not going to be easy for her.

I put a generous amount of oil on her ass hole and inserting my finger, I lubricated her spinster with finger fucking. Then I drenched my own cock in oil, and put the tip on her ass opening.

As Sushma felt the hot tip, touching her ass hole, she shuddered in fear and automatically tensed. I kept my cock head on her anal opening and lying on her back, took both her hanging boobs in my hands and started fondling them, and lovingly said,

"Sushma! You are my darling Daughter- In- Law and I love you so much. Don't afraid, I will be gentle. Please relax and let me insert just the cockhead now. If you adjust to the size and allow, only then I will push it in, otherwise I will not inflict pain to my daughter and will not fuck you in ass. Please Beta, relax."

My words put her on ease and she relaxed. As soon as I felt her relaxing, I gave a big and powerful thrust and opening her brown wrinkled ass hole, my cock head went inside her ass.

Sushma gave a painful shriek and started chanting OH OH OH .

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My cock was really big for her and it was her first anal fucking. So I kept still and lying on her back, kept fondling her nipples with my thumbs and fingers and also started kissing her back. Sushma had clenched her teeth and was trying to bear the pain in ass. But she was brave and didn't ask me to pull my cock out.

I was lying still, but kept the pressure of cock inside. I was doing pushing action, but not giving thrusts. Sushma was tense, so her ass muscles were tight again, and my cock was wedged in her ass.

Her ass was so tight that it felt as if my cock was clutched in a vice. Her ass muscles were holding my cock like a tightest fist.

After some time, Sushma relaxed as the pain in her ass has reduced and also I was not giving jerks or thrusts, so her ass hole got adjusted. Now as I was giving a continuous pressure on ass, so now my cock, very slowly, started slipping in her hole.

Sushma could feel my cock going in her ass hole, but as it was so slow and also pain has reduced, so she kept silent.

I brought one hand down to her cunt and took her clit in my thumb and finger and started gently massaging it. Sushma gave big moan of pleasure. I was happy that she liked it and was moaning in ecstasy.

Now I gave a big jerk and all of my cock went inside her ass and my public bones touched her buttocks.

As Sushma felt my cock moving in and my front side touching her butts, she knew that the game is over and whole of cock is inside her ass hole.

She gave a moan mixed with pain and pleasure. It was more of relief that my cock was now fully inserted in her ass.

I kept still for sometime so that her ass may adjust to the big cock wedged in it. Then I started giving small thrusts and started fucking her with 2 inches of cock.

After 3-4 times, finding no resistance from Sushma, I started fucking her ass with big and powerful strokes. Now I was pulling my cock, till only the tip was inside and then thrusting it fully in her. Sushma was not feeling the pain or uneasiness now, and she had hidden her face in pillow and was moaning loudly.

I was enjoying the immense pleasure and was anal fucking my lovely Daughter- In- Law with my big cock.

I increased my speed, as her ass was fully lubricated and relaxed so she was taking my full length of cock with ease.

I kept fucking Sushma's ass for about 10 minutes, and now my balls were getting tighter and I felt that I may not last long. So lovingly I asked Sushma,

"Sushma Beti! I am nearing my orgasm and may not last long. May I come in you?"

Sushma kept silent but nodded her head for me to go ahead.

I increased my speed and with a big thrust, I jabbed my cock in her ass and my cock twitched with delight. My cock pulsated and throbbed and shot its first spurt of thick white cum in her ass. The first spurt was followed by another and then another, till I couldn't count the numbers.

As I hit my orgasm, Sushma also brought her hand to her cunt and rubbed her clit vigorously and gave a big squeal and she also came along with me. Her cunt also started releasing her cunt juices and she was enjoying another big orgasm in same day.

We both fell on the mat like dead wood. After some time, my cock softened and with a plop sound it came out of my darling Daughter- In- Law's ass. As my cock has plugged her ass, so when I pulled my cock out, all the stopped cum came rushing out of her ass hole and passing through the channel of her cunt, started felling on the ground.

After about 5 minutes, we regained our energy and I pulled Sushma in my arms and hugging her, kissed passionately on her lips. She also reciprocated and kissed me with equal love and lust.

I lovingly asked her,

"Sushma! How was the fuck? Did you like it or was it painful for you? How was the experience?"

She was naturally shy, but looking in my face with love, she hugged me and spoke,

"Oh Papa Ji! Thank you so much for whatever you have done with me. Today I felt like a real women. You are marvelous and monster of a man. Your manhood is so big and tight, but you are so expert that I didn't felt any uneasiness or pain. I loved the way, you made love to me. Today was the first ever chance in my ass. I was still virgin there and like your son took away my cunt cherry on my wedding night, you took my ass cherry today. So today is like another wedding day and you are like another husband to me. I feel today is my wedding day (night) with you. I love you so much that I can't tell you. Papa Ji I love you as Father- In- Law and also as my love."

Saying this Sushma hugged me with love and planted her lips on my lips. I also hugged her and took her in my arms and said,

"Sushma! You are my Daughter- In- Law and like my own daughter, but from the day, you came to this house. I was fascinated with your beauty. I am lucky that you accepted my love and allowed me to fuck you. You were so tight that I relived my own wedding night with your Mother- In- Law. I love you more than anyone else in world. "

Sushma was so happy to hear it. She lovingly said,

"Oh Papa Ji! Thank you so much to accept my love. From today onward, in the eyes of world, I am your Daughter- In- Law and you are my father, but in my eyes you are my second husband. From today onward, I will put another line of vermilion (red powder which Indian ***** ladies put in their head for the long life and love of their husband) in my hair for you along with your son. From today onward, I will put another Bindi (red dot type sticker ***** ladies put on their forehead in the name of their husband), on my forehead for you. From today you are my husband and I am your wife. You have every right on me and you can make love to me in any hole at any time and in any way, you like. Like a wife, I will always be there for you to fuck me."

Saying this, her eyes became moist with love and tears of love came to my eyes also. I tightened my hug and kissed and kissed her like a mad man.

Then I broke my embrace and asked her,

"Sushma! My darling! Hurry up, as the time of your Mother- In- Law to come back from temple is nearing up. We should not make her suspicious. I will again fuck you tomorrow. Tomorrow I want you to sit on my lap facing me and fuck your cunt in this position and then make you lie in missionary position and then I will fuck you in your ass, while you face me and see me fucking your tiny ass hole."

Sushma smiled and said, "Oh Papa Ji! You are so horny for me. But now I am your wife also so I will be looking forward for tomorrow for being with you as you want. You can do anything with me. I hope to learn different positions and ways to enjoy sex with you."

Saying this, my Daughter- In- Law went to bathroom to get ready. This was our first day, and after that we daily fuck in the morning and whenever we get a chance, we fuck like horny rabbits.

For the whole of world, we are Father- In- Law and Daughter- In- Law, but for each other we are husband and wife. So the saga of mutual love goes on

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Wife Wants Husband To Seduce Mother



This is a strange story of how I had got to have sex relationship with my mother-in-law. Actually it is my own wife who asked me to seduce my mother-in-law (her own mother) and to have sex with her. Mother-in-law, whom I call Sasuma (mother-in-law in Hindi), thinks my wife is unaware of our relationship, little did she know that it all started with my wife only. Let me tell the whole story in detail.

My name is Sunil, and called by name Sonu. My wife is Aarti, she is 23 years old while I am 25. We fell in love with each other, while we both were studying in college here and with the consent of our parents got married. We live in Mumbai while wife is from Ahmedabad.

In my in laws, there is only one person, my Sasuma Sunanda. She is 45 years old, voluptuous chubby and plump. Though, she is fatty but so beautiful and fair in color. She must be about 75 kg with 5'-4" height. She is quite fair in color and very beautiful. She has very big boobs, which must be 38D size or even bigger and even bigger buttocks. Her big melons and ass, is so inviting to see, as if calling to come and touch me and caress me and maul me and *** me.

It is very difficult to stop ones lusty thoughts while looking at her assets. I think she knows of the piercing eyes of men, and perhaps she secretly enjoys that but by character she is pious and there has been not even a rumor about her sex relationship with anybody.

Though she has a protruding belly but her big waistline makes her more attractive. Her buttocks are so big like earthen pitchers so even her big belly adds to her sexy figure.

She wears sari and it makes her more attractive, as I can see her big boobs from the sides. She never wears seductively or revealingly but very conservatively.

I always had a crush on her, and had been ogling her beautiful big body secretly, but she is unaware of my intentions. She loved me like a son and always considered me as a very nice and pious boy.

She is a widow for about 20 years. Life had been very harsh on her. Her husband suffered from cancer and was bed ridden for 2 years. It drained almost all of their savings and he died. Luckily he was a government employee so Sasuma got a job in his place. It was 20 years back; my wife was only 3 years old then.

Sasuma was a very religious lady and she devoted all her life upbringing her only child, my wife. Though she was very beautiful and got many proposals but she turned all of them down as she feared for future of her daughter.

She lived the pious life of a widow and got best education to my wife. She never married and there was not even a rumor about her extra marital life. Everybody respected her. My wife has a great regard for her. She loves her so much and always keeps in mind that her mother has spoiled her own youth and life for her sake and betterment. While she could get married after being widow, as she was so beautiful and having a job, but she preferred to suppress her feelings and remained single for her daughter's sake. So my wife loves and respects her so much. She is ready to go to any extent for her mother.

After marriage we settled in Mumbai, but she was still living in Ahmedabad. My wife and even I wanted her to sell the house there and live with us here, but she was not agreeing. Money was not a problem but she was of old fashion that not to live with married daughter. Repeated requests from my wife were always turned down.

I and my wife both were living happily. We have a very active sex life. I fucked my wife almost daily and in her ass on her special days. Wife also loved sex. She knew of my insatiable sex hunger and was always ready to let me fuck her any time any hole, I wanted.

I have a big cock. It is about 7 inches but it is much bigger in girth. It is not less than 4" fat. So it looks so enormous. We have sometimes thought of swinging partners to add fire to our sex life but somehow it never materialized. But my wife had no objection of my fucking outside. Anyway we always experimented with different sex poses and styles.

Now my wife was pregnant for 6 months. We both and also my Sasuma were so happy with the coming addition in our family. My Sasuma was supposed to come to us after 2 days to help us as there was no other in family. Also she was very eager to see her grandchild.

Due to the advanced stage of pregnancy, doctor had strictly stopped our sex activities. I was getting frustrated as I had no fuck for many days and I wanted it daily and sometimes many times a day.

My wife had no objection if I go to some whore and fuck her, but I refused the idea as I didn't want to cheat her but she was persistent that I should satiate my sex hunger with someone as she was not available.

However after 2 days my Sasuma came. We were so happy to see her and she took hold of all the household things in her hands. She was to stay even some months after delivery, so we settled her in guest room, which was near to our own bedroom.

As I told my Sasuma was very voluptuous and beautiful. At home she felt at ease and was a bit carefree in her attire. She normally wears sari and maxi at home. Her big boobs and bigger ass, dangling in her loose clothes was a regular feast to my eyes. I already had a crush on her so now secretly I was enjoying her body on display to me.

My Sasuma was unaware of my scanning eyes and used to do household chores normally. As it was summer season so she normally discarded sari and was in petticoat blouse and I could see her big melons freely. When she used to walk, her even bigger ass used to move sideways and its dangling was a feast to my eyes. But it was increasing my already unfulfilled sex hunger. I was dying for a fuck but my wife was a big no due to her pregnancy. She many a times asked me to go to a whore but I settled only for a blow job from her.

One day I was sitting in drawing room and Sasuma was cleaning the floor, she was bending on her waist and she was not wearing her sari today. Her boobs were confined in her bra and blouse. Due to her bending for work, her cleavage was clearly visible to me. I could see right through the valley of her boobs. About 90% of her boobs were visible. I was lost in the beautiful scene of my Sasuma's cleavage. My cock was hard and unknowingly I was rubbing it over my pajama.

Suddenly I looked toward door and found Aarti standing there and watching me ogling her mother and rubbing my cock.

I was caught red handed. I was embarrassed and turned my face toward TV. Aarti smiled and went back.

At night in the room, we both were sitting on the bed. Aarti was looking serious and lost in some thoughts. I was ashamed to be caught by her. I was also silent. I sat near to her and softly took her hand in my hand and said,

"Aarti! Please don't be angry. I am sorry. It was unintentional. Sasuma was standing like this and my eyes fell on her. Please forgive me."

Aarti patted my hand and said,

"Sunil! I want to talk to you. It is serious please don't get mad and listen carefully. I know the reason of your ogling my mother. I know she is beautiful and voluptuous. And you like such ladies. I know I am unavailable for sex for some months. Though I try my best to satiate your sex hunger by letting you fuck me in ass or by hand job or blowjob. But I know a cunt is a cunt and you are not getting a real fuck, so you are always horny. So such actions from you are totally pardonable. I am not angry. But there is something else I want to talk."

I was worried and kept looking at her face. Then she said,

"Sunil! I want you to seduce my mother and fuck her."

I was stunned. It was like a bomb on my head. I was looking blank on her face as if she had gone mad and then stammering said,

"Aarti! Are you gone mad? You know what you say. Just think before you speak."

Aarti smiled and said,

"Sunil! My love! I am OK. I asked you this after a lot of thought. Actually I was thinking of this for a long time. But never had the courage to ask you, but today as I saw you rubbing your cock, while looking my mother's boobs, I was sure that you will do it. Look. I love my mother so much. You know she got widow at a tender age of 24 and didn't marry for my sake. She could get any good husband and enjoy her youth, but she decided to take my care. She is without a man for 24 years. She is never fucked for so long, how could she have slept in her young days? I cannot live without a cock for 2 days, and want to be fucked daily but Mother is living without a cock for 24 years. Just think of the sacrifice. This is the ultimate act any women can do for her child. She is living lonely for my future."

She stopped for a moment and then looking at my face again said,

"I cannot bring her youth back. Nor can I ask her to marry at this age. Nor I can even think of her going to some outsider and enjoy sex. But I want to repay her. I want her to enjoy what she is missing in her life. An outsider may even blackmail her and may ruin her respect in society. You are the only safe bet. If you seduce her and fuck her, she will somewhat make up for the loss in her youth. Also it will be within family. Please don't refuse me. I will be very happy, if you let her enjoy fucking with you. I make a promise and a woe that one day I will taste my own mother's cunt juices directly from your cock."

I was silent at this new outcome. Anyway we kept talking for a long time. And ultimately I agreed. Rather I was willing to fuck her as I had a crush on her for a long time. We both made out a plan and kept refining it for some days. We also rehearsed the plan many times and made some changes. My experience of acting in college days helped me. Now we were ready with our plan. It was to be a big challenge to seduce her.

Next day we started our plan.

In afternoon we both acted a loud quarrel between us. We both were shouting (false) in room in heated words. Then after some time, I slammed the door open and came out in drawing room and sat in sofa. Aarti was still in her room.

I hung my head as if in despair and took it in hands and hung it. I was acting to be very sad and unhappy. Sasuma was worried to find us quarreling. She didn't know the matter. So she came to me and sat near to me and lovingly asked me the matter.

I made a sorry face and in a slow voice said,

"Sasuma! It is personal but getting very difficult for me. I cannot stand it. Aarti is changed so much. You can't do anything. I have to face my bad luck alone."

Naturally Sasuma was worried. She aksed'

"Sonu beta! What is the matter? Please tell me. I will certainly do something for you. You are my loving son in law. We are family. We will sort the matter. Please share it with me and don't quarrel as this."

I again acted hesitating and said,

"Sasuma! Actually I feel shy to talk it to you, but you are the only person who can understand it and can guide Aarti. The problem is with our sex life. After pregnancy Aarti has lost interest in sex. Doctor has also asked her to remain away from sex till child birth. Before it we used to do sex daily, I have strong sex drive and want it to do it daily, even 2- 3 times some days, but now Aarti doesn't want it."

Sasuma was stunned to hear all this, as she didn't expect it to be the matter. Nor was she expecting me to speak all this. She was silent and bewildered as what to say. In Indian culture she is not supposed to interfere in sex matters of daughter, but before it that she could stop me from speaking, and spoke all these already rehearsed lines. I kept my face facing down and kept speaking, as per our plan.

I continued,

"Sasuma! I have requested Aarti, to think of my needs. It is already 15 days now since she helped me with her mouth. I am dying for a release, I requested her that if she doesn't like sex, due to risk to child, she may help me out with her another opening (anal). Or even with her mouth but she is so adamantly against sex. She is not even ready to relieve me with hand. I am so horny and stiff all day, but she doesn't care for me. Today also when I requested her to think of my needs, she shouted at me and quarreled. I don't know what to do? Sasuma! I love her and I won't cheat her or go to any prostitute or street whores. I won't do it with any outsider, though many of my colleagues or even her friends are ready to have relationship with me. But I am always loyal to her and will always remain loyal to her. Also there is fear of getting some disease with prostitutes and loss of money. Anyway I won't go to any one else as I love my wife, but she should think of me."

I paused. Sasuma was stunned and silent. She could not utter even a word. I kept my face down, (it was as per our plan, so that she may not feel embarrassed or stop me from speaking.) I continued,

"Sasuma! I am in a fix. Aarti is my love so won't cheat her, but I am not having a release. I am young and with my own needs, I don't know what to do with it. You please guide your daughter to let me use "other ways" to help me. Being your daughter she will listen to you. Will you do it for me?"

Saying this I looked at her. Sasuma was silent, her face was white like a paper, but finding me waiting for her reply, she spoke,

"Sonu beta! It is so odd. What can I do? She is my blood. I can't interfere in your matters. It is even so weird to talk this between us. In our Indian tradition, I am not supposed to even know all this. Sorry I cannot do anything."

I was expecting for this reply as we had already planned it, so hurriedly I said,

"Sasuma! What can I do then, I cannot cheat my wife and even you are refusing to talk to Aarti. Please do something."

Then with a pause, and making a thoughtful face, I again said,

"Sasuma! If you cannot talk it with Aarti, please do something for me. See how hard I am all day. It is paining. (Saying this I pointed towards my hard cock, as while all this seduction and talk, my cock was already steel hard. And was prominently visible from my loose pajama. I had already pulled my underwear to a side to let the hard cock be visible from my pajama even). Sasuma! I cannot go to any whore, but you are family and understand my problem."

Then as per plan I blurted out,

"Sasuma! Can you please help me out with your hands?"

It was like a bomb on her head. There was a pin drop silence. Sasuma was stunned and white. She had not thought of it even in her wildest dreams, that one day her son-in-law will ask her to give her a hand job. She stuttered and shouted angrily,

"Sonu! Are you gone mad? Do you know what you are saying? Have you lost your brains? Oh GOD, what I am hearing. I am your mother-in-law. How could you say such rubbish request to me? Am I supposed to do all this with my SIL?"

She was angry, but we already knew it, so we had already planned for the situation. I started crying and apologetically said,

"Sasuma! I am sorry. Please forgive me. I should not say all this. This is my personal problem, and I should not hope for a help from you. Though if you agree, it can be an easy solution. I may hide myself under blanket. It won't take more than 2 minutes. But I am sorry it is wrong. Sasuma! Forgive me. But think of something about me and some way to help me out. I am so desperate for a release. Though it is wrong but please thinks of my request. It is the easy way if you help me with your hand."

Saying this I wiped my tears and went away. I entered my room. Aarti was standing behind the door and hearing all this. She was happy. She hugged me and lovingly kissing me on lips said,

"Sunil! It was great. You are a good actor. The first phase of our plan went well. Now my mother will keep thinking of your cock (saying this she pushed her hand in my pajama and took hold of my hard cock), for full night. This will soften her. After all she is also a lady and without a fuck for so many years. We will give another push to our plan tomorrow.

In the drawing room, Sasuma kept sitting silent. She was lost in her thoughts. We husband wife have already planned all these words. We wanted her to keep thinking about my cock and giving hand job to me. We wanted that such thoughts keep roaming in her thoughts. We had already planned the seduction taking in mind the psychological angle also.

As hoped, the thoughts of masturbating me by hand kept coming to Sasuma's mind. Perhaps she was thinking about my proposal and perhaps also about the size and hardness of my cock.

Whole of evening and even at night she was silent.

When she went to sleep and was alone at night, she kept thinking of my proposal. This was the first time in last 20 years, when some man has asked her to give him a hand job. She was unknowingly getting wet in her panties, but she was still not ready for it.

Next morning, I acted silent and didn't speak much. Sasuma was thinking that I was still annoyed with her daughter. She was silent and not talking to me or even avoiding eye contact with me. She was feeling embarrassed to even look towards me.

I ate my breakfast alone (Aarti deliberately didn't come out of her room to show as if we are not on talking terms. This again made Sasuma worried.). Anyway after breakfast, I took my bag. Sasuma was in kitchen. I went to her and said,

"Sasuma! I am sorry but Aarti didn't cooperate with me at night. I asked even for anal sex but she refused, she was not ready to use her mouth and then not even her hand on me. I am so desperate for some release. Please think of me. You are our own and only one with whom I can share my problems."

Sasuma was silent and before she could say anything, I went out.

Sasuma was silent. She was in a dilemma. Neither could she agree to me to masturbate nor could she ask her pregnant daughter to let her horny husband fuck her.

For whole day the thoughts kept coming to her mind but she could not decide anything. This was our already planned psychological part of seduction plan.

As per our plan we kept silent and nothing happened for 2 days. Sasuma was avoiding me but getting normal now. I also didn't bring the matter out.

Then one day we started our next phase of action.

This was Sunday, after lunch, we all went to our rooms to take rest. As planned me and Aarti started shouting with each other (false). We were quarreling loudly. Though we were sitting on bed in each other arms but acting a quarrel.

Our heated voices were coming out of room. Sasuma came out of her room, but as she could sense the reason, so she was hesitating to interfere. After sometimes, I took some chilies in hands and then rubbed my hands on my eyes, naturally I felt pain in eyes and water came in them. I again rubbed my eyes and now they were red. Also water (tears) was coming out of them. It looked as if I was crying. I slammed the door shut behind and came to drawing room and sat there putting my head in my hands.

I was falsely weeping. Actually in the name of sitting in a gloomy pose, I was rubbing my eyes, so that it may look as I was crying out.

Sasuma kept standing in kitchen watching me for some time and then as I hoped, she took pity on me and hesitatingly came to me and asked the matter.

As per plan I started crying loudly and then in sobs said,

"Sasuma! I am at the end now. Nobody cares for me. Aarti also asked to do whatever I want but she won't let me have sex with her, not a release even with her hands. Even you also don't understand my situation and not ready to help me. I have decided that I will not go to any other lady or prostitute but I will end my life now. Enough is enough. I will commit suicide so that you all are happy."

Saying this I again falsely started crying and hid my face in hands.

Sasuma was stunned with my decision. She hurriedly came to me and patting on my shoulder said,

"Sonu Beta! Don't behave like this. I am a mother and cannot ask my daughter to help you. Don't think of suicide. OK. Let it be. I will help you with my hands tonight and give you a release. When Aarti sleeps at night, you come to spare bed room and lye under a blanket. I will come there. But don't let anybody know it."

I jumped with joy. Sasuma looked at my gleaming face she felt shy and immediately went to kitchen.

I went to my room. Aarti was standing behind the door and watching all this. She hugged me tightly with love and said,

"Sunil! Congratulations. We have won the first phase of our plan. My mother has agreed to masturbate you. This is our victory. You are a great actor. Now the ice is broken. Shortly you will succeed to fuck my mother. It is great going, my dear husband."

Saying this Aarti kissed me with love and took my already hard cock in her hands and squeezed it lovingly and again spoke'

"Sunil! See the devil is already gleaming with joy and throbbing in anticipations for the night. When you get to fuck my mother, please don't forget my cunt that is your first duty. Now take some rest and be ready for the next show at night. I hardly wait to see my mother masturbating her son in law. Please let the door be a bit ajar or window be open, so that I may see my mother doing the hand job to her son in law."

Aarti seemed to be so happy. This was a special and weird type to love to her mother. She wanted her mother to be happy at any cost. Even if, mother is being fucked by her own son-in-law.

I was eagerly waiting for night. We had an early dinner. I was time and again looking at my Sasuma. She was so shy and avoiding eye contact with me. Aarti was looking at her blushing mother and teasingly winking at me to show the shyness of her mother.

Aarti retired to her bedroom saying she wants to sleep. Then I went to guest room and opened my lungi +t shirt and lied at bed and a blanket to cover my fully naked body. My cock was throbbing with happiness and it was rock hard already. Aarti was already hid near window and when I looked at her, she smiled and raising her thumb wished me good luck. I also smiled and gave her a flying kiss.

Sasuma came in the room. She was very tense and trembling; don't know with shyness, excitement or what. The room was dimly lit. When she saw me lying naked, she hesitated, but then came near to me. I asked her to sit near me. She slowly put her hand on my naked chest and said,

Sonu Beta! This is so wrong. I have not done all this in last 20 years. Please let it be a secret."

I kept silent and putting my hand on her hand, slid it down ward to my navel. I was under blanket below waist. Sasuma slowly brought her hand below my naval but then hesitatingly stopped. I smiled at her and guided her hand under blanket to my cock. As soon as her hand touched my cock, I jumped with joy, and a moan escaped my lips.

As I jumped with joy, blanket slid down ward. My cock was still hidden. I put my hand on Sasuma's hand and made her wrap her fingers around my cock. Sasuma held my cock.

My cock was so big but it grew in size as she held it in her hands. She was silent but her breathing fastened. Her chest was heaving up and down. She had held my cock in her fist but she was still not moving it.

Sasuma was holding a cock after 20 years, so I gave her time to let her feel a cock in hand. She was enjoying the feel of a rod of flesh in her hand after a long time. Perhaps my cock was bigger than her deceased husband. She slowly started moving her hand on its entire length.

I was shamelessly moaning loudly now. Sasuma was feeling shame. After all in Indian tradition, it is a taboo for a Mother-in-law to hold her Son-in-law's cock in hand. And this was happening. She was at loss of words. She didn't know what to say. It was so unexpected. She liked the feel of a hard cock, and on the same time wanted to run away as I was her own Son-in-law. Anyway silently she was moving her hand on the entire length of my cock now.

I looked toward window. Aarti was there and enjoying the show. She raised her thumb in air and signaled me to keep going.

I smiled and knowingly started moving my pelvic as if in enjoyment. This led to lowering of blanket down. And within one minute I was lying naked before my Sasuma and blanket was lying near my feet.

Sasuma didn't say anything as her eyes were glued to my throbbing cock. My cock was very big and hard. Sasuma was holding a cock after 20 years and feeling the touch of a flesh rod in hand. She was moving her hand on its full length.

I was moaning shamelessly and she was enjoying it. She was not expecting to see my naked cock like this but to hold it and hurriedly masturbate me under the blanket, but here I was lying without any cloth and she was holding my cock in light.

Sasuma's was also getting hot and horny now and her cunt was flooding her cunt juices and getting wet. She was shamelessly moving her hand on my cock's length and giving me a proper hand job.

My cock head was partially covered under cock shield. When she moved her hand down, the flesh would pull along and the cock head would come out of its confinement and when she pulled her hand up, it would again cover under its veil. Sasuma was enjoying this game. She desperately wanted to touch and rub her cunt, but as she was my mother-in-law, she could not do it before me.

I asked her to put her other hand below my balls and to caress them. Sasuma immediately put her other hand under my balls and started scratching under it with her nails.

I was in cloud nine and enjoying the first hand job from my own mother-in-law. I knew that my wife Aarti was standing behind the window and watching her mother in action with me.

Sasuma's cunt must be dripping wet now. Her head was spinning and she was lost in the beauty of the cock in hand. I was feeling my orgasm to be nearing.

I tried another step and hurriedly spoke,

"Sasuma! It is coming. Oh GOD I am about to shoot. Sasuma! It will dirty all the bed and your hands. Please hurry up and put your mouth on it to cover it."

I was hurrying up and wiggling as if I was about to cum. Sasuma was bewildered and didn't know what to say. Though she was so horny now and her cunt was wet with her juices. But she didn't expect me to ask her to take my cock in her mouth.

I again hurried up and before that Sasuma could even speak anything, I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her face on my hard cock.

Before that she could understand anything, her mouth was near my cock head. Her lips parted automatically or perhaps she tried to say something, but by then I pulled her down and her open lips touched my hot cock.

A moan slipped from her mouth and her open lips slid on my cock and about 2 inches cock was there in her mouth. Sasuma was stunned but this was so much for me. I jerked my pelvic up and half of my cock was in her mouth. Before it that Sasuma could think of what to do, her lips cling to my cock and her mouth automatically started moving on my cock. Her cheeks pulled in side and she started sucking my cock like a candy. Perhaps she was waiting for such moment to suck a cock for 20 years and this was the time to fulfill her desires.

This was too much for me. I again pulled her on my cock and now almost all of my cock was there in her mouth. Sasuma was voluntarily giving me a nice blow job now. She was so much in lust and has pulled her cheeks in and was bobbling her mouth on my hard cock. She was holding it in her fist and as she could not take all of my big cock in her mouth so with one hand she was moving on it and with other hand scratching under my balls.

Now it was not Son-in-law or Mother-In-Law, but it was pure lust.

She was sucking me vigorously and her one hand slipped on her cunt over her salwar. She was rubbing her cunt shamelessly. I looked toward the window and my wife Aarti was standing behind the curtain and watching her mother sucking her Son-in-law's cock. As our eyes met, she winked and raised her thumb to buck me up and a sign to go ahead. This part of sucking was not as per plan but spontaneous act and Sasuma had done it.

She was looking so happy to see all this.

This was getting so much to me. I could not hold anymore and shouted,

"Sasuma! Suck fast. I am cumming. Oh GOD oh GOD ........"

and with this I pulled my waist up and sent my cock all the way in my Sasuma's mouth. My cock started throbbing violently and a big gob of cum shoot from its tip and passing Sasuma's throat, it went right in her stomach. This was followed by another gob. By then Sasuma tightened her cheeks around my throbbing cock and I kept moaning loudly and bucking violently.

My cock kept spewing its cock juices as if I will never stop cumming and Sasuma kept drinking my juices. Her breathing was so heavy now and her hand was rubbing her cunt so fast over her salwar, but she didn't let even a single drop of cum spill out of her mouth or fell on bed.

Slowly the speed of cumming reduced and stopped after I came about half a liter. Sasuma drank all of my cum and still she kept my cock in her mouth and kept licking it like a lollipop. She was sucking it as if it was a mango, and she has to suck all the juice from it.

My cock shrunk in size and then Sasuma released it from her mouth. It was glistening with her saliva. Now Sasuma was so hot and her own cunt was burning with lust.

With shame of what she had done with me, she hurriedly dashed toward door and without looking toward me fast went out and ran to her own room. She entered her room and slammed the door shut behind her. Then she fell on her bed and immediately put her hand in her salwar and rubbed her cunt vigorously. She was already on the verge of her orgasm. She rubbed only 2-3 times and with a very loud OHHhhhhhhhhhhh......... she bucked her cunt up in air and her body started convulsing rapidly and it started trembling violently. She hit her biggest orgasm in 20 years and her cunt flooded with her juices.

Her moans were so loud and audible in our room also.

My wife Aarti came out behind the window. She was so happy and face lit with joy. I was still lying nude. She hugged me with happiness and kissing me on lips said,

"Sunil! I am so happy that our plan is working even beyond our imaginations. I hoped my mother to give you a hand job and she ended up sucking your cock. Look your cock is flaccid but it is shining with my mother's saliva. Let me taste my mother's saliva."

Saying this she took my cock in her mouth and sucked my cock. I hugged and kissed her with happiness.




Next morning Sasuma was feeling so shy. She was not making eye contact with me. What to speak of talking to me, she was even avoiding coming before me. Perhaps she was also not mentally ready for what happened. Instead of giving me a release, she ended up sucking my cock and then masturbating in my name.

2-3 days passed as such. Things were getting normal now. I was behaving normal and Sasuma was also behaving normal as her daughter was near. We were talking normally. As per our plan, I had to wait for some days, so that Sasuma would think of her sex session with me and gets horny with passing days. We had planned accordingly. Sasuma was secretly wishing me to ask for another session of "release", but I was giving her time. The memories to sucking her Son-in-law's cock were hovering her mind and she was horny for me.

After about a week, one day when she was in kitchen, I went to her and lovingly said,

"Sasuma! Thank you so much for giving me a release that day. Your daughter is still not cooperating with me. She is not ready for sex with me. Now it is so many days. Please help me out and give me a release. I will wait for you in same bedroom at night. Please help me out."

Sasuma was red with shame but secretly happy to hear all this, but to keep the modesty she said,

"Sonu Beta! You are my son in law. It is so wrong what we did on that day. Let the past be buried and we don't do it again. All what happened on that day should not happen. So please don't force me."

Me and Aarti had already planned for this answer. So as per our seduction plan, I took my Sasuma's hand in my hand and said,

"Sasuma! Don't feel bad. We did nothing wrong. We are family. If your daughter can do all this how can it be wrong with her mother? Moreover it is not incest but helping your Son-in-law. I assure you, that it will be feeling good for you also. Please don't refuse and come to me at 9 at night. I assure you will love it and enjoy it."

Saying this, I kissed her hand lovingly and went out. Sasuma was silent.

I went to my room and told Aarti about our tonight's plan. Aarti was happy to hear it and asked me to do as our seduction plan. We both rehearsed our plan a bit she then asked me to keep the window open, so that she could see her mother enjoying with her Son-in-law.

At night at about 9 pm, I was waiting. I was lying totally nude. Today I was not under a blanket even and not wearing even a t shirt. Sasuma came in the room. She found me lying naked but she kept silent. Perhaps we both were above the normal shyness now.

My cock was already hard with anticipation and throbbing in air. It was facing the ceiling and standing erect like a flagpole. It was twitching up and down. I smiled at Sasuma and she came and sat on her knees, near to me on bed.

Today she was wearing petticoat and blouse. I couldn't find it she was wearing a bra and panty underneath. She was already hot of thinking about masturbating me. Perhaps she was also wet under her panty and looking forward to masturbate her Son-in-law.

Anyway she sat and gently held my cock in her palm. As her fingers encircled my cock, I gave a loud moan.

Sasuma's fist tightened around my cock and she started moving her hand on my cock. After about 2 minutes of gentle masturbation strokes, I asked her take my cock in her mouth. She opened her mouth to say something, but before it I put my hand behind her neck and gently pulled her mouth on my hard cock.

Perhaps in her mind Sasuma also wanted to suck my cock, so there was no resistance and her lips opened up. She gulped my cock in her mouth. I bucked my pelvic up in happiness. Sasuma started moving her head up and down on my cock. She was sucking it like a mango. She was also hot. Today she was not feeling so shy. She held my cock in her hand and put her other hand on her cunt over her petticoat and started rubbing her cunt. She was also enjoying it. I knew this was not helping her Son-in-law for a release but pure lust as she was also horny.

I glanced toward window, and as expected, Aarti was standing behind it. As our eyes met, she smiled and raised her thumb in air to congratulate me.

Now I started the next part of our seduction plan. I gently put my hand on her back and started caressing her. Sasuma kept silent as it was not big deal of me to move my hand on her back.

Then I gently started bringing my hand down and slowly put my hand on her own hand rubbing her cunt. As soon as I put my hand on her hand on her petticoat covered cunt, she went still immediately. Perhaps she thought that I was enjoying her sucking and was not aware of her rubbing her cunt.

She immediately pulled her hand away, but due to this, my own hand landed straight on her cunt. As soon as her puffy cunt came in my hands, I cupped her cunt and squeezed it in my fist.

Sasuma moaned loudly but tried to push my hand away from her cunt. But I cupped her cunt in palm and started rubbing my fingers on her cunt slit. This calmed her down and she also started moaning slowly.

Sasuma was in heaven. Her own Son-in-law was rubbing her cunt over her petticoat. She wanted it so her tries to push my hand was halfheartedly.

With my other hand I held her free hand and put it under my balls and signaled her to scratch under my balls. Sasuma stopped her efforts of removing me from her cunt and cupped my balls and started rubbing them.

Now we both were horny and enjoying. I was rubbing my fat and plump Sasuma's cunt over her petticoat and panty and she was sucking my hard cock.

I was not getting the proper feel of her cunt as it was covered under her petticoat and panty. So with other hand slowly I started raising her petticoat up. Sasuma made some feeble protest sounds as her mouth was filled with my cock. And wiggled her butts to stop me from raising her petticoat, but I raised it high and now her very big sized buttocks, clad only in this small panty, were naked.

I made Sasuma sit on her knees. As she bent over my cock to keep sucking it, she has to raise her buttocks up and she was sitting in doggy style. Her buttocks were raised high in air and she slowly parted her knees apart to give me better access to her cunt. I took the signal and cupped her cunt again.

I looked toward window and my wife Aarti was standing there looking all this seduction game. She signaled me to remove her panty also.

I got encouraged and putting my hands in my Mother-In-Law's panty, pulled it down to her knees. Sasuma made some feeble protest sounds, but did nothing to stop me. Now her ass and cunt was naked before my eyes. As Sasuma was sitting in doggy pose and had raised her buttocks up, it gave me the best view of her puffy cunt. Her puckered brown ass hole was also clearly before me. Her cunt was swollen and puffy. As she was very plump and chubby, her cunt was also big in size. It was covered with a very big dark bush of her hairs.

Sasuma was so horny and lost in lust that she was past shyness and standing like a whore. Perhaps all her attention was on sucking my hard cock, and she found it so tasty that she paid no attention that her cunt was naked.

Sasuma's cunt slit was clearly visible as she had already parted her knees wide for a better angle to sit. I put my finger in her slit and started rubbing the inner red flesh of her cunt. Sasuma gave a loud moan on my finger touching her naked flesh.

I was moving my fingers in the channel of her cunt and when it came to her cunt opening, I used to push my finger in her cunt hole till one knuckle and then again move it till her slit and then rub her rose bud with my fingers.

Sasuma was so wet now, her cunt was dripping wet. She was fully cooperating with me. She was shamelessly sucking her Son-in-law and I was shamelessly rubbing in her cunt slit.

Behind the window Aarti was standing and signaling me to push my fingers in her mother's cunt. Emboldened by my wife's encouragement, I put the tip of my index finger on my Sasuma's cunt opening and pushed it in. her cunt was already so wet that with one gentle push, my finger went in fully.

Sasuma gave a big moan, but wiggled her buttocks to dislodge my finger. But I added one more finger and pushed both of them inside.

Sasuma kept moaning now she was enjoying it. I started moving my fingers in and out and started finger fucking her fast. Sasuma raised her buttocks in air and now she was standing in doggy pose. She parted her knees maximum and it gave me better angle and ease to move my fingers rapidly.

My fingers were fast going in and out of her cunt. I was finger fucking her with full speed and my Sasuma was fully cooperating with me. She was kneeling in doggy style and letting my fingers probe her cunt till end. My fingers were moving in and out like a rail piston.

I held her clit with my other hand started rubbing and rolling it with my fingers. Sasuma was in heaven. She was being finger fucked and clitoris rubbed after 20 years.

Her cunt was so tight and also so wet. It flooded from inside. And with increase of my speed, she also increased her speed of sucking. I looked toward my wife Aarti and as our eyes met, she made a clapping sign (without sound) to encourage me to finger fuck her mother.

We both were lost in lust and my orgasm was nearing now. I shouted,

"Sasuma! Do it fast. I am nearing up. Oh GOD I am about to cum. Sasuma suck tightly."

Sasuma tightened her grip and also her lips on my cock. And I also increased my speed on her cunt.

Suddenly I shouted with joy, and my cock twitched and started shooting jet and jets of thick white cum in her mouth.

Sasuma immediately tightened her lips on my cock and started drinking all the cock nectar. I was vigorously finger fucking her.

Suddenly her whole body started convulsing and shivering. She gave a big moan and her body shuddered. Her cunt muscles clenched my fingers and her cunt flooded with her juices.

She was experiencing the biggest orgasm of her life after 20 years and that also on her son-in-law's fingers.

Sasuma's kept shuddering and her cunt released so much of her juices that they drenched my hand till wrist. Even some of juices fell on bed also and made a big pool of her cunt juices on bed.

We both were exhausted with such a big orgasm. Sasuma felt so weak that she fell on my stomach. My cock which was fast getting flaccid was still in her mouth and she was still sucking it like a candy.

I was also feeling exhausted and my fingers were still in her cunt, though I was not fucking her now.

I looked at my wife Aarti's side. She was smilingly standing behind the window and raised her thumb to congratulate me. She was so happy with this new development as her seduction trap was working properly.

After some time Sasuma opened her eyes and stood up. She was feeling so shameful of me as today I had made her naked and even finger fucked her. She was not looking in my side; she pulled her panty up and adjusted her clothes. She was silent. Then without looking in my side, she went toward the door. As she was about to exit the room, I called her. She turned toward me; her eyes fell on my cock. I was still lying naked on bed as before.

I smiled and softly said,

"Sasuma! Thank you so much for your cooperation, it felt great today. I hope it was equally good for you."

Sasuma turned red with shame, though she didn't speak anything, but she smiled at me and silently went out to her room.

Aarti immediately came out. She was happy for her seduction trap to working fine and she hugged me happily. She kissed me on lips and said,

"Sunil! Congratulations, today we have marched one step more. It felt so nice to see your fingers moving in and out of my mother's cunt so fast. I know you have enjoyed a lot today. That day I tasted my mother's saliva from your cock, and today let me taste my mother's cunt from your fingers."

Saying this she put my fingers which were still drenched with her mother's cunt juices in her mouth and licked them dry.

We both husband and wife, went to our room and sitting in each other's arms we kept discussing our future plans for a long time. We rehearsed our trap and polished it for better results. We both were hopeful that we will succeed in our seduction plan and I will be able to fuck my mother-in-law.

Next day Sasuma was though silent, but not so upset as last time. She was avoiding facing and making eye contact with me.

When we all sat for breakfast, Aarti started teasing her. She said,

"Sunil! You seem to be so happy. What is the matter? It seems as if you got a lottery and look to be in good mood. Your face is shining with happiness as if a cat has got a big bowlful of milk."

Sasuma immediately went silent. She apprehensively looked in my side, fearing that I may not say something about our night adventures to my wife. I replied,

"Aarti! There may be many reasons for one's happiness. One person may not think of somebody's desires, but there may be others who care and come forward to help him out. And help him with one way or other. And when somebody's needs and desires are fulfilled naturally he is happy."

Sasuma feared and looked sternly toward me, as she feared that her daughter may sense something. But Aarti was smiling as this was her own plan. Little did Sasuma know that her own daughter was the writer and director of this seduction play? Anyway we both kept teasing my Sasuma for some time as such.

By evening Sasuma was normal and talking to me as if nothing has happened. She was also in a very good mood, as she had been fucked (though with fingers only) after a long gap of about 20 years, and enjoyed some manly hands on and fingers in her cunt and got her release without her own hand after 20 years time.

Again I kept silent for 3-4 days; Sasuma was getting hot and horny now. Perhaps she was also looking forward for my next call. Secretly she also wanted to enjoy with me.

Now I was also getting horny and Aarti was also asking me to take another step early.

Then one day we decided another step. Sasuma was about to go to bathroom. I went near to her and said,

"Sasuma! Today again I want you to help me for a release. Sasuma! Last time I found that you are so hairy down there. You see there is a chance of your hair being pushed in with my fingers and then they may itch you inside and create problem. So I had brought my shaver for you. Please shave and clean yourself in bathroom and be ready for the night. See your daughter also shaves herself and sometimes I even lick her, even then it is so easy and nice without hair. Your daughter loves being licked by me. Please clean yourself."

Saying this I tried to give her my razor. Sasuma was surprised with this new demand. She tried to say something in protest, but as per our rehearsed plan, on the same time, Aarti came out of her room. Sasuma hurriedly took the razor and hid it under her clothes and went in the bathroom silently, so that her daughter may not notice it.

Aarti saw all this, she smiled and winked at me and said that she wanted to see her mother shaving herself in bathroom and getting ready for her own son in law.

We both went to bathroom. Aarti peeped inside from the key hole and I stood behind her and peeped from a small crack in the door.

Inside, Sasuma was sitting on the commode and her legs were wide. She was totally nude and was shaving her cunt clean. Me cock immediately hardened on seeing my own Sasuma, shaving her cunt for me. Aarti was also getting hot. As she was standing bent from waist, my cock started pushing in her butt crack. As I was getting horny, I pushed my cock on her ass. Aarti playfully took my cock in her fist and pushed me away, saying that her mother was shaving for me so I should be patient till night.

After sometime Sasuma came out and went to her room. She was shy of looking toward me as she had shaved herself from my razor. She blushed and was behaving like a teenager girl. Aarti smiled on me on her mother's shyness.

Anyway as per plan Aarti retired to her bedroom early and I went to extra bedroom, and took off all my clothes and lied on bed totally nude. We had already crossed the formality of hiding under blanket long ago.

After some time Sasuma came in room. She was a bit shy today, perhaps from shaving herself for me. She was wearing petticoat and blouse today. There were no traces of bra under her blouse. I hoped she must not be wearing any panty also. Her nipples were erect and were standing like, small cherry fruits, through her blouse.

My cock was already hard and standing like a flag pole. It was throbbing in anticipation. Sasuma sat near me on the bed and took hold of my cock in her fist.

She started pumping my cock. After 2-3 minutes, I started moving my hand on her back. Sasuma was already waiting for my moves. She shivered on my touch.

Slowly I brought my hands on her hips. I asked her to sit on bed on her knees. She knew the reason, but she silently folded her legs and sat on her knees. I slowly pushed her face down on my cock, signaling her to take it in her mouth.

I brought my hand on her butt crack and started moving my fingers in her butt crack and on her ass hole.

Sasuma was wiggling as if in protest, but I took the benefit of it and started raising her petticoat up. Soon her petticoat was bunched on her back and she was naked waist down. As expected she was not wearing any panty today. I moved my fingers on her naked ass hole and then on her cunt.

Sasuma shivered on my touch. I looked toward Aarti. She was standing behind curtain and signaling me to push my fingers in her mother's cunt. She was getting more impatient for me to finger fuck her mother than even me or my Sasuma.

I smiled and moved my palm on Sasuma's cunt. It was smooth like butter. Cleanly shaved and puffy cunt felt spongy. It was hot. I inserted one finger in her. Sasuma tried to say something but I pushed her mouth on my cock, and her open mouth engulfed my hard cock.

Sasuma muffled some sounds, but I pushed her more on my cock and Sasuma became silent and started sucking my cock. She was taking my cock about 4 inches in her mouth and pulling her cheeks inside, she was sucking my cock like lollipop.

Now I was moving 2 fingers fully inside her cunt and finger fucking her.

She was moaning delightfully but as her mouth was filled with my cock so her sounds could not come out.

I pulled the string of her petticoat and it fell open. I pulled it down and removing it threw it away. Sasuma wiggled in protest but she was nude waist down now. I looked toward my wife Aarti, and she signaled me to lick my mother-in-law. Encouraged by Aarti, I started pulling Sasuma's waist toward my face. Perhaps Sasuma understood it or she herself wanted it so she let her cunt move toward face. She parted her legs and put them on the either side of my face. Her neatly shaven cunt was just on my face. We were in 69 position.

I put my fingers in her cunt and parting her cunt's puffy outer lips wide, pulled her cunt on my mouth.

Sasuma lowered her cunt and I took my tongue out. As she lowered her cunt on my face, my tightened tongue entered like a spear, straight in her wide open cunt lips.

As soon as my tongue entered her cunt, Sasuma gave a squeal and pushed her cunt on my mouth. I started sucking her cunt vigorously.

I put her clit in my lips and started nibbling it. Sasuma was getting mad with lust. She increased her speed of sucking and she was thrashing her cunt on my mouth now violently.

I took her boobs in my hands and squeezed them. Then I started opening the buttons. By now Sasuma was wearing only her blouse. She muffled some protest sounds but I removed her blouse also. Now both of us were totally nude.

Sasuma was getting mad with lust. Today was the first time after many years when some mouth and tongue was working on her cunt.

We both were lying in 69 position and sucking and licking in the same position. Sasuma was doing 69 perhaps after more than 20 years so she in expertise was clear and she was pushing her cunt on my mouth, but we both were enjoying it.

She was nearing her biggest orgasm and it automatically increased her speed of thrashing her pelvic. I was also nearing my orgasm. I looked toward my wife Aarti who was standing behind the window and watching her mother being tongue fucked by her husband. She was looking very happy. Perhaps she also knew that the orgasm was near. She made a "O" with her fingers and pushed index finger of other hand in it and started making a fuck motion with it. She was asking me to try to fuck her mother.

I was nearing my own orgasm but I thought that Aarti's idea was fine. That was a chance when I could try to fuck my mother-in-law.

I nodded my head in affirmation toward my wife Aarti, and abruptly removed my mouth from my Sasuma's cunt.

Sasuma was near her orgasm, she was bewildered with my action. She wanted me to continue and took her to greatest height but I had removed my face and fingers from her cunt.

She took my cock out from her mouth, and looked toward me with puzzled looks. She was my own mother-in-law, so she could not ask me to suck her cunt to orgasm. There were Mother-In-Law lions of requests in her gaze on me, but I lied still. Silently she was asking me as to what has happened? And why had I stopped sucking her cunt?

I sat on bed and said,

"Sasuma! I want to suck your boob's now." and before it that she could say anything I pulled her toward me and we both lied on bed facing each other. I took my Sasuma's boobs in hands and started squeezing them. Then I put my mouth on her lips and started kissing her like a lover. Sasuma's shyness has long evaporated and she was also kissing me back. I pushed my tongue in her mouth and we were French kissing now.

I lowered my hand and took my very hard cock in hand and started rubbing on her cunt. She made some feeble protest of my rubbing cock on her cunt, but I kept rubbing my cock head on her clit. As my hot cock head touched her clit, she moaned loudly and opened her legs wide.

She was lying on her side, and she raised one leg which resulted in her cunt lips open. I took the opportunity and took my hot cock head on her cunt opening and gave a powerful push.

Sasuma's cunt was already so wet with her juices and my saliva, so my hard cock, parting her cunt lips apart, entered her cunt for about 3 inches.

As my cock entered her, Sasuma moaned so loudly. She tried to pull back to took my cock out, but I had already put my hand behind her neck and pulled her close.

Sasuma's cunt was burning hot like a furnace. She was so wet. My cock was in my own mother-in-law for the first time. It felt so good. As Sasuma was not fucked for 20 years, so her cunt was so tight as a virgin girl. Even her daughter was not as tight as her.

I started in and out motion. I was properly fucking my Sasuma now. She was also silent and perhaps she thought that the ultimate was already done so no use of resisting now, so better enjoy the fuck with a real cock after so long gap.

So Sasuma started moving her waist along with the rhythm of my fucking. We both were lying facing each other and fucking slowly. I started giving powerful pushes and shortly my cock entered fully in, and our bellies touched each other indicating that the cock was all in. Sasuma's cunt was so wet and slippery inside.

Sasuma was enjoying the real fuck now. As she was facing me, she could not see her daughter standing on her back (behind the window) and enjoying her mother being fucked by her husband.

I looked at my wife and she made a clapping sign (acting to clap but no sound), indicating her happiness. She motioned me to fuck her mother harder and fast.

I kissed my Sasuma and asked her lovingly,

"Sasuma! My cock seems to be fully in. do you like the feel of my cock in you?"

Sasuma kept silent for some time and then she thought something and then said,

"Sonu Beta! I have a big belly, actually our bellied are touching and you are not fully in. If you make me lie on bed facing ceiling and widening them fold my legs toward my shoulders, and put a big pillow below my waist. And if you come in between my wide open legs, I think, then it can go 2- 3 inches more in and you can increase the speed also."

Saying this Sasuma hid her face in my chest with shame. (Though I was fucking her but after all she was my Sasuma, and also Indian, so how could she tell her son in law as to how to fuck her properly.) She was still moving her waist with my thrusts but not making eye contact due to shyness, though she was blushing shyly. I looked at my wife and she was also smiling on her mother's reply.

I smiled and got up from bed. Then I rolled my naked Sasuma facing the ceiling. She was shy and kept her eyes closed, but she cooperated and I could easily roll her straight.

Then I widened her legs apart and folded her legs towards her shoulder. I took a big pillow form the bed and put it under her waist. Sasuma raised her buttocks up in air, to let me put it properly under it. This gave a perfect angle for penetration. Her thighs were so big and fat. Her cunt was neatly shaven and puffy. As I widened her legs, the puffy and swollen lips of her cunt opened apart. The pink inner flesh of her cunt was visible now. Her cunt was wide open as a gate inviting her most lovable guest (cock) in come in.

I caressed my index finger on the inner pink flesh gently. Sasuma gave a loud moan and bucked her butts up in air. My finger went half inside. Sasuma kept her waist up in air, so that my finger may not get dislodged.

I sat between her wide legs and put her legs on my shoulders. My cock was hard as steel and dangling over her cunt.

Sasuma was still not looking on me. Her eyes were still closed but she was so horny and waiting for my next move. I lowered my hips and my cock head touched her cunt in her wide slit. Sasuma immediately moaned loudly.

I was teasing her and moving my cock head in her slit but not pushing it in. Sasuma was getting impatient. She wanted me to fuck her now, but I was teasing her. She was bucking her waist up to let my cock go in her cunt, but I was just moving it in her channel of cunt.

As she was already so hot and horny, so she was getting desperate. When she found me not pushing my hard cock in, she had to open her eyes. With a pleading look she was looking in my eyes. As she was my mother-in-law, so she could not directly ask me to fuck her, but there were Millions of requests in her look.

She slowly put her hand in our bodies and got hold of my cock. I smiled and she immediately closed her eyes but didn't release my cock from her fist. Then she brought the cock head on her cunt opening. Then I placed my burning head of cock on her cunt opening.

I also could not hold any longer as I was also getting desperate to fuck my Sasuma, so as she put my cock head on her cunt opening, I gave a powerful stroke and parting her puffy cunt lips aside; my hard cock went almost half in.

Sasuma immediately put her arms around my neck and gave a loud shriek. She was clinging to my neck and I gave 2 – 3 more powerful strokes and my cock went, all the way in my mother-in-law's cunt, till my heavy and cum filled balls were resting on her ass hole. And they were giving her the warmth of them.

Sasuma's eyes were closed but her face was lit with happiness. As after a long gap of 20 years a young and hard cock was buried balls deep in her cunt.

I started moving my cock in and out. Now we were fucking like rabbits. She was fully in lust now and bucking her waist to meet my every inward move. Our bodies were wet with sweet and the room was filled with "slap slap slap" sounds of striking of our genitals. My, cum filled heavy balls were striking on her anus and it had turned red with all the heavy beating. But Sasuma was moaning and getting fucked furiously.

Sasuma was not fucked for the last 20 years, so she was so tight. I was feeling as if I was fucking a virgin.

My cock was moving in her cunt like a piston. I kissed her lips and asked,

"Sasuma! Is this angle right for action? Am I fully in now, as you asked and do you like the motion now?"

Sasuma kept silent but tightened her grip on my back, indicating that she loved it.

We kept fucking like this for 10 minutes. Now my orgasm was building up. Sasuma's own orgasm, which was going to be the biggest one in the last 20 years was also near.

It automatically increased our fuck speed. We both were panting heavily. Suddenly some churning started in me. I knew I was near. I moaned loudly.

"Oh Sasuma! I am near. Oh GOD I am cumming. I am cumming in my own Sasuma's cunt."

Saying this I gave some really hard strokes and my cock started spewing its hot lava in my Sasuma's hot cunt.

As soon as my hot cum hit her inside, Sasuma gave a loud shriek and cling to my back. Her cunt started shivering violently and it flooded with her cunt juices.

She was chanting Oh OH Oh and was having the biggest orgasm of her life with her son in law. Her body was vibrating with her spasms and her cunt was squeezing my cock and Mother-In-Law king it fast till the last drop was in it.

We both kept cumming for long time and I deposited about 250 gms hot lava in her cunt. Her cunt was overflowing with my juices and also her own nectar.

We both kept lying in each other's arms for long time and then slowly our mutual orgasm subsided.

I fell like a dead dog on her bare breasts. After some time, we regained our composure and we opened our eyes. I looked straight in her eyes and smiled. She was so shy, but this time she didn't closed her eyes but tightly hugged me with love.

We were not Mother-in-law & Son-in-law now, but behaving like lovers. My cock was flaccid now but still in her cunt. Sasuma also did nothing to take it out.

Then something came to her mind and she took my face in her hands and kissed me squarely on my lips. This was first kiss from my Sasuma and it showed the happiness she was getting now.

Then she put her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly again. Then she started crying loudly. She was weeping and still hugging me. I was puzzled and looked surprisingly towards my wife Aarti. Her face was also lit with happiness. She signaled me to keep silent and let her mother weep.

Sasuma kept crying for some time and then slowly her sobs went silent. She wiped her moist eyes and looked in my eyes. There was ocean of love in her gaze. She kissed me again and said,

"Sunil Beta! You are my Son-in-law and it is so bad what we did just now. But I must confess that I was never so happy in my life. After more than 20 years I have been with a man and that also with my own son in law. It is a sin against GOD and society. I have betrayed my own daughter. But I have never been so happy in my life. I have forgotten the feel of a man inside me. We made me women again. I love you as Son-in-law and also as a lover now. Please don't let anybody know of it."

I also lovingly hugged her. And said that I wanted this relationship to continue and Sasuma agreed.

Then she put her hand in our bodies and took my cock out of her cunt. It was wet with our juices and shining with it.

Sasuma stood from her bed and put on her clothes. Then she slowly went out to her room.

I was still sitting naked on the bed and thinking about what had happened today. I was in mixed thoughts.

Aarti, my wife came out behind the window and latched the door from inside. Then she came to me. She was so happy that words were not coming out of her mouth. Her face was glowing with happiness. She was the first lady I had seen who was so happy that her husband has fucked her mother so much.

I stood from bed. I was still naked and my cock was flaccid now. It was smeared with her mother's cunt juices and shining with our mutual nectar.

Aarti was standing near me. Her eyes were moist with joy. She hugged me and sobbingly said,

"Sunil! Today I am so happy that I cannot describe it. Our all planning has bore fruit and I have been successful in getting my own mother thoroughly fucked by my husband. You don't know how much my mother has sacrificed for me and lost her youth for me. I cannot get her youth back, but I got her fucked again. Now please fuck her daily. You may miss fucking me some day but promise that you will never miss to fuck my mother any day. See your cock is drenched with my mother's cunt juices and it is shining with your mutual honey. Now let me complete my woe to lick my mother's cunt juices from my husband's cock."

Saying this Aarti sat near my feet and took my flaccid cock in her hand and took it in her mouth and started licking it like a lollipop.

That was the most erotic sight of my life; my own wife was lovingly licking her mother's juices from my cock. Aarti opened her mouth and said,

"Sunil! My mother's cunt juices are bit salty but so tasty. I have licked and drank your cock honey many times and I know the sweet taste, today it is mixed with some tangy salty taste. So that must be my mother's juices. But it is so tasty. From today onward I will lick both of your juices from your cock. Don't ever wipe your cock after fucking my mother."

Saying this she smiled and again started sucking my cock.

I was happy as now onward I had 2 gorgeous women to fuck and the life was going to be heaven.

[RRahul]

Wife's Cooperation



Shekhar and his wife, Anita and have a very exciting marriage. She's a wonderful lover, friend and a very beautiful woman. Other men are often attracted to her, and one can see them looking and lusting after her whenever they are out in the evening. Shekhar finds this exciting and encourages her to wear revealing clothing and insists that she go braless as often as possible, especially at home, because nature has blessed her with a pair of the sexiest breasts possible ;perfectly round and succulent capped by chocolate-pink coloured nipples which invariably peep through transparent dresses.

Anita is 28 years old. She has exposed her breasts on nude beaches and Shekhar is sure she enjoyed all the stares. Once in the evening when it was slightly dark she even pulled off her panties and played around in the sea fully naked. Not only that while walking back they came across a fisherfolk couple. It was dark but they had a lantern. Still Anita stopped and asked them a few questions just to let them realise that they were talking to a pretty young and naked lady.

Whenever she wears a saree it is always with sleeveless blouses and deep plunging necklines in front and at the back. Not only this this whenever she visits Shekhar’s parents she is always properly clothed in Salwar Kameez, dutifully applies sindur and wears Mangalsutra. No wonder they are all praise for their pretty daughter-in-law.

A couple of years ago Shekhar began to fantasize about having other men see her nude and began to obsess about exposing and displaying her in public. Shekhar had fantasized about her going to nude beaches and stripping completely, showing off her lovely pussy and ass and even posing for nude photographs. He was however apprehensive whether she would ever agree to any of that. But the fantasies continued anyway, and expanded to include her being touched, fondled and even made love to by other men.

A few months ago, he took a big risk and shared one of his more mild fantasies with Anita. He presented it in the form of a story about another woman who's husband exposed her to other men - strangers, and that this fictional woman became very excited with the exposure and gradually started doing it to please her husband. At first she was a little shocked at his story, but then Shekhar noticed that she was becoming excited. He expanded on the story and her excitement grew. Her increased excitement drove him to greater fantasies and ever more detailed stories. After telling the stories they had fantastic love making sessions during which she was absolutely wild. Her reaction led Shekhar to conclude that someday he might be able to see his fantasies come true.

Shekhar started to think about showing her off to his best friend. Dileep and Shekhar had grown up together, sharing many dates and wild experiences as young men. He had been Shekhar’s best man at their wedding, and he approved wholeheartedly of Shekhar’s marriage to Anita. In fact, perhaps Dileep too was in love with her, and Shekhar believed that he was a little disappointed when they were married since he often commented about what a sexy lady she was, and how lucky Shekhar was to have such a gorgeous creature. The fantasies Shekhar was having were becoming wildly exciting and he decided to enhance them by teasing Dileep with her charms.

One day, a couple of weeks ago, Dileep and Shekhar were having a beer after work at the local watering hole. When he opened his wallet and pulled out some money, Shekhar 'accidentally' dropped a picture on the floor next to him. It was a Polaroid of Anita nude in the shower - a side view showing the profile of her breasts and perky chocolate-pink nipples very clearly. It had been taken a few days earlier without her knowledge. Shekhar pretended not to notice it fall, so Dileep reached down and picked it up.

He stared at it until Shekhar saId, "What's that you've got?"

Sheepishly, he handed it back to Shekhar who feigned embarrassment, saying,

"Oh, my God, If Anita knew you had seen this snap she'd die of shame. Please don't ever say anything about it. She doesn't even know I have it. "

"Oh, of course not! I would never say anything about it. But, can I please see it again - just for a minute. He was almost begging. Shekhar held the picture in his hands for a minute and then said, "Well, as long as you've seen it anyway... " and handed it back to him.

"She's incredibly beautiful, "

"Yes, isn't she? And, I feel so fortunate to have that gorgeous body to go home to. You know, she's a very sexual woman. She's quite dIfferent in bed from the woman you think she is. Know what I mean?"

"Exactly how is she different?” Dileep asked.

Shekhar started out by just talking to Dileep about their sexual experiences, and he fell for the bait; hook, line and sinker. Shekhar told him about how they often played before sex and he asked Shekhar if Anita got really wet during foreplay. Shekhar described it to him in detail, how she would often beg him to touch her a certain way, and how powerful her climaxes were. It was incredibly sexual talking for Shekhar to talk to his best friend about his wife. In a way, it was just like taking her clothes off and exposing her to him..

The conversation went on for several beers and a couple of hours like this. He never grew tired of hearing about Anita. Every little detail seemed to excite him even more. Shekhar could see by the way he was moving around that he had a huge erection... and for that matter so did Shekhar. It's hard to describe how powerfully sexual it was to describe every intimate detail of his wife's lovely body to another man - especially a man who knew her so well.

Shekhar further told him what her nipples looked like when she got excited, where they made love, what position Anita liked the best, how she liked to take his cock into her mouth when it was soft and suck gently on it until it got hard, how she screamed when she had a particularly intense orgasm. He ate it up, listening intently and asking questions to elicit more information from Shekhar. And he loved every minute of it.

Then Shekhar showed him some more pictures of Anita - some were Polaroids and some were from his 35mm camera where he'd used high speed color film. They showed her nude body from a number of different angles. Some were a little fuzzy but most were very clear and revealed her lovely charms. All were taken wIthout her knowledge. Shekhar also led Dileep to believe that he had many other, much more graphic photos - even though it wasn't true, at least not at that time.

Dileep loved the photos and commented that, "I only wish that sometime I could see the real thing. "

"Are you serious? I mean, would you really like to see my wife naked?"

Dileep nearly fell off the bar stool. The beers were having an effect on both of us, and he exclaimed, "Wow, would I?"

"Well, maybe your wish could come true. Maybe some night I'll have you over and we'll see what we can do. " Shekhar began the plan. Without her knowledge, he was going to expose his wife nude to his best friend, Dileep.

The next day, Dileep called and saId, "You know, last night I was a little drunk, and If I said anything that was out of line.... "

"Of course not, " Shekhar interrupted, "In fact, I've been thinking about our plan. Maybe we can work out something this Friday night. Are you still game?"

"Are you serious? I mean, I thought you... Well, you know, we had a lot of beers and.. "

"I'm still in this, if you are. " Shekhar wasn't about to let him slip out of my fantasy at this point. He had invested too much energy and thought.

"Well, sure!" He exclaimed. "God, who wouldn't want to see that body up close. She's incredible. "

When Shekhar left for work on Friday, he told Anita that he wanted to have a special night with her.

"When I get home be bathed and perfumed - and put that little black dress on - you know the one. I'll be here at 7 p. m. sharp. ” After work, he picked up some nice wine, and a bouquet of flowers. When he arrived, dinner was ready and Anita greeted him at the door smelling like an angel and looking like Jezebel. She was tremendously sexy.

Through dinner, he kept her wine glass full and complimented her frequently on how sexy she looked. They touched and kissed often, their tongues probing each other’s mouth and could feel the sexual tension building.

After dinner, they adjourned to the sofa for some heavy petting. He removed her dress and played with her breasts, sucking on her nipples until she was begging to be fucked. She was getting as hot as a firecracker. Finally, he picked her up and carried her into their bedroom. She lay on the bed while he lighted some candles and turned out the lights.

Shekhar lay next to her and whispered, "I'd like to try something different. I'm going to blindfold you. "

She murmured a soft protest, but then assented with a soft mewing sound, as he tied a black blindfold around her eyes and checked it carefully.

"Now, I have another little surprise. " From my night stand he took some velcro straps that he had prepared and wrapped them, first around one wrist, after adjusting her bangles and then the other. She began to protest but he ignored her as he quickly attached her wrists to the bedposts, pulling her arms apart as he snugged them tightly onto the post.

Anita started to protest, but Shekhar put a fInger to her lips, saying, "This isn't all, my love. There's more coming. You are now in my power and I'm going to seduce this lovely young princess. "

She bought into the charade and responded with soft moaning sounds. He then bound Anita's ankles after sliding the dainty anklets to one side. At first she resisted, but now was becoming turned on at the prospect of a little kinky sex wIth her husband. He had tied her up once before and she had become very aroused then.

Looking at his lovely wife as she lay spread-eagled and blindfolded on their bed, totally nude wIth her breasts jutting up except for her black lace thong panties, Shekhar wondered if he really could go through with it. Once Dileep had seen her like this he would always have that picture in his mind whenever he wanted it.

But Shekhar knew he couldn't miss this chance. He was way too excited to stop. After nuzzling and caressing Anita a little he put a padded stereo headset on her ears. She objected immediately. But with a little talking about how he wanted all of her senses focused on touch she finally relented.

"And, " he scolded her, "If you keep on protesting, I'm going to put a gag in your mouth. I'm your Master. You are my captive, my slave, and you must do everything I tell you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. "

Shekhar almost came. This was too good to be true. Better than he had ever hoped.

Tuning in to her favorite music station he set the volume fairly strong. Then, he tested her ability to hear him when he talked. She couldn't hear a thing. Then he turned the lights on bright, and pulling out his cock stroked it a couple of times while gazing at her and thinking about what would be happening in a few minutes.

By this time he was literally shaking with excitement. Dileep, who lived only two blocks away at the time, was waiting. Shekhar placed the call.

"Everything is all set. The front door is unlocked. Come in quietly and wait in the living room for me. "

Less than two minutes later he heard the front door open. (He must have flown down the street. ) Shekhar put his cock back in the trouser, left Anita and met him in the living room.

"Are you ready?"

He nodded eagerly, and after cautioning him to be very quiet, Shekhar led him down the hall. With his heart pounding he opened the door to their bedroom. Shekhar watched Dileep’s eyes as he got his first sight of his erotically dressed and positioned wife. They both just stared at her for a few long moments. He just could not take his eyes off her breasts the nipples of which were quite erect. Shekhar was still nervous even though he knew well that she couldn't possibly hear anything, but still he whispered, "Watch me, watch how I do this. "

Moving around to the side of the bed he lightly began to stroke Anita's hip and then the top of her leg down to her ankles. When he moved to the inside of her leg she began to moan and writhe slightly. Dileep watched intently.

Excited by the prospect of talking out loud about Anita's body in the same room about her to his best frIend, Shekhar asked in a normal voice, "If you could do anything you wanted to her, what would it be?"

Astonished, he looked at Shekhar and after thinking for a moment said, "Oh, that's easy, I would I would like to make love to her. " Shekhar told hIm to quit sugar coating his language and say what he meant.

Realizing that it was turning me on, Dileep said, "I'd like to fuck her really hard. "

Drunk with excitement Shekhar reached over, pushed her short dress aside and openly stroked her cunt through her panties. She responded immediately moved her hips up to his fingers and moaned softly. Here was his pretty wife, getting more and more sexually excited while his best friend watched! It was a dream come true.

“But you can do everything except fuck her. ” Shekhar said to Dileep.

Then Dileep asked if he could touch her. Shekhar’s chest was pounding with excitement as Dileep slowly began stroking her legs as Shekhar had done. When his hand was a couple of inches away from her panties he looked up at Shekhar. With a pounding heart Shekhar nodded for him to go ahead. He watched, his heart in his throat, as Dileep’s hand reached Anita’s panties and lightly stroked her well shaped pussy through them. She then responded to his touch! Here was the same pussy that was under that lovely wedding-day saree on their wedding day being stroked by his best friend, with only the thin fabric of her lace panties separating his fingers from her now very wet pussy.

Shekhar touched his arm to get him to stop because he wanted himself to be the one to give Dileep his first glimpse of her pussy. Pushing the crotch of her panties aside Shekhar exposed first one lip and then her full pussy to Dileep.

He could now see the most private intimate part of his wife's body. For some weird reason Shekhar was almost embarrassed for her because she was so very wet and obviously in a state of extreme arousal - then it became the most exciting thing he had ever experienced. Almost losing control Shekhar untied her legs and pulled off her panties and let Dileep drink in this picture of her swollen pussy. She must have been very turned on by being tied up the second time in her life because she was extremely wet.

After pulling her panties the rest of the way off Shekhar gave them to Dileep and told him that he could keep them. He jumped at the sound of Shekhar’s voice until he remembered that she couldn't hear anything. After smelling her panties he stuffed them in his pocket. Shekhar left her legs untied.

Now she was slowly opening and closing her legs and trying to get some satisfaction. Shekhar got the video camera and tripod from the closet and began to videotape her like this. He told Dileep to get his cock out and rub it on her leg. He again said that Dileep should not fuck her, but he could do everything else.

Instead of just taking his cock out, he undressed completely, dropping his clothes in a pile on the floor. Dileep’s cock was at a full erection sticking straight out from his body. Shekhar noticed that he was a bit larger than Shekhar’s, but not all that different. Shekhar told Dileep to put his cock in Anita’s tied hand. This was very risky because she might note the difference.

He moved to the head of the bed and slipped his cock into her open and unexpecting hand. She immediately grabbed it. Later Shekhar wondered why he did not think that Anita could have noticed the difference. It was larger than Shekhar’s and a quite different shape. When she grabbed, she murmured, "Oh, you're so hard!"

For Dileep's part he just groaned "Oh, man-n-n-n... " and started leaking precum. He rubbed it on her fingers and pulled back so he wouldn't cum. Somehow she didn't notice the difference and Shekhar breathed a sigh of relief. Then became excited as Shekhar looked at his wife's hand with another man's cum on her fingers.

Since only one of them could touch her at a time, Shekhar motioned for Dileep to go ahead who took teased the nipple of her right breast with his tongue. Anita squirmed with pleasure and wanted him to suck it but he just kept alternating between one nipple and the other deliberately teasing them till they were fully erect. His right hand stroked her right leg from her knee up until it reached her cunt. This was the moment Shekhar had been waiting for. He watched and stroked his own cock as his friend’s fingers first touched his wife's wet slit. She began bucking and he slipped first one, then two fingers into her. He then took his slick, wet fingers and put them in her mouth. She greedily sucked her own pussy juice off my friend's fIngers until he put them back In her soaking wet pussy. All the while her ears were closed and music was playing.

Shekhar’s cock was very hard. Although he did not want Dileep to fuck her he did want him to jerk off on her. And also wanted to catch it on film.

Now Anita was humping Dileep's fingers for all she was worth. From her sounds, Shekhar knew she was about to cum and cum hard. He was jerking himself off with his other hand. He told Dileep to cum on her face. Her eyes were covered by the blindfold, but her mouth, chin and neck were exposed.

At first, Dileep was holding himself about level with her shoulders aimed at her face, but as his masturbation picked up speed he pulled closer and closer to her chin. Suddenly he stopped, thrust his pelvis towards her until his cock head was less than an inch from her chin and pointed up to her mouth. Dileep groaned and then exploded on Anita's face. She jerked in surprise, and then laughed. Her chin and lips were literally painted with stripes of Dileep's cum. As the last spurts landed on her neck, Dileep gently slapped his now softening cock on her lips. Anita opened her mouth and hungrily took his cock in, sucking eagerly on it. He pulled back, afraid she would notice the difference, and allowed her to suck only the head of it. Both their cocks had a foreskin but Dileep's foreskin was longer. He rolled it back with his hand and thrust just the head of his cock into Anita’s eager mouth. She was masterful at this and soon his cock began to harden again. In a matter of minutes he was back to full staff.

Anita began opening and closing her legs. This, for her, was a request to be fucked and she was moaning softly to enhance the seduction. Shekhar watched almost in a trance as Dileep repositioned himself between her legs and began stroking his dick, leaning closer and closer to her very wet pussy. Shekhar should have stopped him at this point but he just sat on the edge of the bed, powerless to even move.

Dileep began sliding his cock along the inside of her thigh leaving a thin trail of wetness. Shekhar’s mind continued telling him to stop his friend. He even motioned him to keep his cock away from her Anita’s pussy but Dileep said that he would take care not to fuck her. Shekhar just watched as the head of his cock came into contact with the lips of her pussy. Now Anita was straining at her bindings and trying to bring the head of his cock more into contact with her cunt.

As Shekhar watched, Dileep spread her cunt lips wide with his thumbs. Then he began rubbing the head of cock up and down her wide open slit without actually going inside of her. Anita for her part began humping his cock trying to get it inside.

She was begging, "Please fuck me! Please! Do it hard!" As Dileep continued to tease her pussy, Anita pulled her pelvis down away from Dileep as far into the bed as she could. As Dileep followed her down to remain in contact she suddenly thrust back up catching him and Shekhar by surprise, and his cock slipped into the folds of her pussy by about three inches. He looked at Shekhar sheepishly as if to say that it was not his fault but made no attempt to withdraw his cock from her pussy. He let it remain embedded there.

Both Dileep and Anita moaned. Dileep tried to remain still, but he just didn't have the will power to pull out, and Anita used that three inches to begin fucking him. Shekhar watched in horror and excitement as Dileep gave in and began fucking her back. Dileep looked up at Shekhar and said, "I'm sorry I really am, but her pussy is so wet and so open! I can't stop!"

Shekhar was aghast. Taking Shekhar’s silence as permission, Dileep began fucking her hard and harder. He untied her ankles and folded her legs upto her armpits. He then kept the soles of her bare feet on his shoulders and started fucking her. He was really pounding into her, much harder than the way Shekhar usually fucked her, and she was loving it. He was driving into her with so much energy that Shekhar was afraid that the headphones might come off. He would withdraw his cock fully leaving just the head inside Anita’s pussy and then shove it right in upto the hilt till it was difficult to differentiate between their pubic hair. The motion was such that their pubic bones made a clapping noise each time he thrust his cock into her cunt. Anita's hands were tied and her breasts were bobbing up and down with each thrust. It was a unique sight. The pink lips of her pussy being pried open by his cock and then those lips holding the cock in a vicelike grip till he withdrew and whammed it in again. It was now that Dileep started squeezing her breasts, playing with her nipples and finally sucking them.

Shekhar moved the tripod with the camera into a better position to capture his cock plunging into his wife’s pussy. Then Shekhar also removed his clothes and sat back on the bed and began stroking his cock as he watched this incredible scene.

Shekhar knew this couldn't last very long and suddenly Dileep groaned and, driving hard into her with all of his strength, he came deep inside of her. It was so very exciting to Shekhar and as he was stroking his cock, he too came at the same time. It was an incredible experience. Shekhar just couldn't believe it – his friend Dileep was cumming inside the pretty pussy of his, Shekhar’s wife, and that too right in front of his eyes!

Suddenly, Shekhar realized that Dileep didn't have a condom on, and Anita didn't take birth control pills because they made her sick! She depended on Shekhar for birth control. Oh, shit! That too should have made him stop Dileep then and there from fucking Anita. Now what if she becomes pregnant!

Meanwhile, Anita was twisting and squirming, wanting more. Dileep's cock was still inside her and he just lay there. As she squirmed he began to get hard again, and soon he started fucking her again. Dileep also sucked her pretty toes and played with her anklets. This time, they fucked hard for a long time until Anita began to cum and cum hard!

Dileep exclaimed to Shekhar, "It feels like her pussy is milking my cock!". Shekhar knew exactly what he was talking about. When Anita was really turned on she could grab his or any cock with her cunt. It was like a little hand down in there grabbing your dick. He watched his wife have the most intense orgasm he had ever seen her have with his friend’s cock shoved up in her. Her climax lasted and lasted and finally he could see that Dileep was coming again. Her pussy was certainly full. He was spent and this time they just lay there together, breathing hard. Finally, he pulled out and backed away from his friend’s lovely wife.

He gave Shekhar a big bear hug, and said, "Thank you my very dear friend, for the most wonderful night of my life. " Then he quietly gathered his clothes and left.

Shekhar looked at his lovely wife lying there, and his cock came into action. As he heard the front door open and close, he mounted her and slipped his cock into her very full pussy. They fucked very slowly for a long time until they both built into an incredible climax. Afterwards, Shekhar washed and dried her and then, after putting the camera and tripod away and with all the lights turned off again, he removed her blindfold, earphones and untied her arms. She wrapped her arms around him and cried softly into her husband’s neck.

"That was a very wonderful night of fucking. I'll remember that forever!" Then she turned over and promptly went into a very deep sleep.

Shekhar lay awake for a long time thinking about what had happened and whether or not he should ever tell her what happened. However, he agonized over it for a week, and had just about decided that the only honorable thing he could do would be to tell her. He was sure that she would be angry, but since she was broadminded he hoped that she would understand.. Who knows? He just had to find the right time.

Since that night, Shekhar must have watched that video twenty times. Dileep has asked to see it too, and plans are being made by both of them to get together some evening soon to relive that wonderful night.

Last night, Shekhar and Anita were petting and about to make love, when she pushed him over on his back and slid down between his legs. She took his cock in her mouth and began to give him a wonderful blowjob. Usually, when he used to come, she used to pull his cock out and finish his climax with her hand. This time, however, she swallowed every drop. Afterwards, when they were lying there with her face cuddled under his chin, she remarked, "You taste very different from Dileep, did you know that?"

Shekhar’s heart pounded;he was speechless! After a few minutes, he asked, "What gave us away?"

Anita smiled. "The first hint was that his cock is shaped different... It's a little bigger, too, but it was the shape that confused me. When it was in my hand, I just thought you had an a different erection, but when I was able to get it into my mouth I knew something was wrong. The head is larger, and he tasted very different. My first reaction was total panic, but then I realized that this was something that you had planned carefully, and must have wanted very badly so, after getting my fears under control, I finally decided to go along. In any case there was nothing much I could have done. I was naked and tied, with my pussy jutting out. It was good that I was not fucked right away. When I took the cock in my mouth I knew that it was not you and it gave me time to prepare myself for sex with somebody else. I had no idea who the other man was, but he was being gentle and... well, it felt good. When he was gettIng into the position between my legs to fuck me, it just didn't feel the same.. You know, you and I, we just fit together so well. Another man? Well he's different. You have a certain way of getting on and getting off. He was a little clumsy.

But the real giveaway was when he started fucking me. The radio was a good idea, and I couldn't hear anything, but at one point, the station took a pause between songs, and during that quiet period, I heard him say something about being sorry, that he just couldn't stop. I immediately recognized Dileep's voice. At first I was embarrassed that it was him - somebody I knew, but then I thought about it and was flattered and delighted that he would want me. Then he started fucking me very hard, and by then it felt so good, I didn't want it to stop. Also, I was very excited about the thought of you watching us. "

"It was a wonderful night. Thank you. There is one small problem though. He wasn't wearing a condom and... well, I think I might be pregnant.... ”Anita sounded serious.

'Are you serious?' Shekhar was appalled. This was something that he was most apprehensive about.

She laughed. 'No. I was just pulling your leg. But don't you thInk it is risky if you invite any of your friends to fuck me when I am thinking that it is you whose cock is inside me. This time I did not get pregnant but next time suppose I do. What will I tell the world? That I am carrying Dileep’s baby?All this should be done only during my safe days or when I am taking pills. By the way why did you not ask Dileep to wear a condom?’

'I---well, It just did not cross my mind. '

‘Be careful next time. It Is so typical of you to be careless. All men are. Imagine, letting your wife be fucked without ensuring that the man is wearing a condom. You must be the only one to be so careless. 'she said in mock anger. ‘Not only pregnancy there are a number of other diseases that have to be taken care of. We know Dileep so that is not a problem but, darling, please be careful next time. By the way, don't let Dileep know that I know that it was he who fucked me. What do you say?"

"Why?"

"No particular reason. It Is just that I'll feel shy and odd. "

"Shy!After he has fucked you!"

"Come on now. He still thinks that I was letting my hubby fuck me. You are very sweet. Unlike chauvinists who get all uptight if somebody sees their wife's tits although they are dyIng to screw other's wives. You are really a darling. Broad minded in the true sense of the term. But give me some time. I'll let you know when to tell him. And I still don't know how Sunita, his wife will react when she comes to know that Dileep has fucked me. And what about you, you naughty stud. Whose wife have you been fucking lately?"

'Nobody, '

Okay. Tell me whenever you feel like'' And she planted a kiss on Shekhar’s lips gradually working her way down to his fly, unzipping it, taking his flacid penis out, taking it in her warm mouth and started sucking it till it was rock hard.

[RRahul]

[color=rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87)]Vyshya Dharma[/color]



[color=rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87)]One day, by noon, it was so sultry. I thought, it might provide some relief, if I kept open our backyard window.

When I opened it, the window hooked me to witness an act of lovemaking.

The Electricity Board people had had chopped down a branch from a dense tree, standing in our backyard, to make way to the overhead power lines. A gap thus created exposed to me the lovers in the house behind.

May be I was sex starved all these eight years, but then I was never allowed to listen to my body utterances. My husband was a businessman. A busy man he posed to be. He used to burden my mind with his business worries and find excuses, always, to stay away from my sexual needs. Luckily, he could spare some time in the early days of our married life. I conceived and gave birth to our daughter, who is eight years old now.

Even so with all his involvements in our business, my husband found it difficult to compete with a fast growing rival in our locality. The rival was a Rajasthani marwadi, who stepped in as a pawn-broker, but leaped up into the grocery business to pull away all our customers to his supermarket. And we were in the verge of closing down our grocery shop.

The house behind was of that marwadi, our rival businessman. It was his white skinned wife, sprawled on the backstairs steps, hiking her chaniya and blouse, baring her fatty choot and saggy boobs. Letting down his trousers, a black boy, one of the servants in their supermarket, was serving her extra demand by driving his plunger rod in and out of her pleasure box.

A hot wave seized my body. A well fired up in between my thighs. My mental as well as physical balance got disturbed. I sensed emptiness. Emptiness that was left unfulfilled by my husband for so long a time. My fingers were drawn towards the centre of my heat. My pulsating cunt of the swollen lips was burning with the lava of its steaming slit.

When the act was concluded, the marwadi wife disappeared into her house and appeared again with a lunch carrier. Her lover-boy took the carrier box and left the house.

I wandered inside my house; lay on the sofa, trying to control my whirling desire, but in vain. I had to relieve the pressure, somehow. I rushed toward the bathroom.

The door of the bathroom had lost its bolt long back, but it didn't pop up on my mind on that rushing moment. I pushed open the door. There, lighted up by the ventilator, was the huge erection of a young cock, beaten by a moving hand. It was my younger brother.

Two days back my mother arrived from our native village with my younger brother. He had just completed his college final. My mother left him here in town and took my daughter with her to village, to spend their summer holidays.

And here, alas, my brother is spending his holidays within the four walls of our bathroom, playing with his loin-bat.

Out of sheer shock, I barked at him like a frightened dog. And I didn't know why, I slapped him shouting, "Othavaakkarap payalae! (Useless boy!)" and walked out breathless.

My brother was ten years younger than me. Smacking him was not new to me. In his childhood, I have used it on him so many times to discipline him. And lo now... a spoiled kid!

The very day he arrived at our home, I was drying my daughter's wet hair with a towel and she was naked, after her bath. By then, the rice-cooker started whistling. I pushed my daughter in the hands of my brother to dry her further and rushed into the kitchen. After attending to the rice-cooker, I put out my head to see whether my brother was comfortable with his assigned job, for my daughter was not an easy one to manage. He had already completed his drying and, to my bewilderment, was kissing her squarely on her pubic mound. She giggled, of course, my innocent girl!

By that very moment my husband entered and noticed everything, including my shocking expression. He came into the kitchen and patted my shoulder, saying, "Nothing to worry. It's mere affection. You could have done the same thing with your brother in his childhood."

My husband was right. My brother was a small boy then, three or four years old. Five, six of us girls in teen were chit-chatting, sitting in the veranda of our village house. Suddenly my kid brother ran into us, naked. My friends laughed in chorus and started making fun of him. "Look at his penis" wondered a girl, "even at this age, it's as big as my thumb! What it would be like when he's grownup!" Other girls laughed loud at her comment.

My mother came out and told me to bath my brother. I took him to the backyard, where we store water, to give him a bath. Once my brother and I were alone, I looked at his penis. What my friend observed was true. For his age, his thing was obviously big. I looked around. Nobody was there to notice. I pulled him up and kissed his penis. He giggled.

The bathroom masturbating scene of my brother flashed back into my mind. The penis of my brother had taken such a shape to make true the early prediction of my teenage friend. Unbelievable! It's as big as that of a donkey! Far more huge than that of my husband!

A fresh stream of hotness gushed through my cunt-hole. If I get a chance to plug this leaky hole with the hugeness of that lovely cock, oh, my God! I wanted to run back into the bathroom and ride my brother's cock then and there, but...

I went into the kitchen, searched all-around and found a slim and long brinjal. I placed my left foot on the two feet high grinder-platform, hiked my sari and petticoat, exposed my hairy cunt and inserted the brinjal into my oozing exigency. It was heartening to have something inside. Closing my eyes I imagined the brinjal as my brother's cock.

It's wrong.

It's all wrong, oh God, how can a sister, that too an elder responsible sister, fuck her own adolescent brother?

The white marwadi woman sprawled on the backstairs steps, hiking her chaniya and blouse, baring her fatty choot and saggy boobs. And letting down his trousers, the black servant boy was driving his plunger rod in and out of her pleasure box.

Lighted up by the ventilator, was the huge erection of the young cock of my brother, beaten by his moving hand.

The desire won.

To have that massive thing up your cunt is a boon. A bitter envy towards my brother's would be wife soured my thoughts. I moved the brinjal in and out of my dripping hole. The vision of my brother's big thing fucking up my cunt was driving me crazy.

With a jolt the door opened. Kitchen doors never have inner locks. There stood agape my brother. For a few seconds I froze in my masturbation, exposing my hairy cunt with the engulped brinjal. Then I dropped the vegetable, pulled down my dress and tried to be steady. But out of shame I hung my head. He had a travel bag in his hand. 'So you are running away' I thought, 'but, now, I am the shameless one who has to run.'

I ran out of the kitchen into my bedroom and threw me on the bed, facedown. I cursed myself. Few seconds later, the mattress quaked by some other weight. I didn't face up. It was only him. He cleared his throat and yet in a hoarse voice called me, "Akkaa (sister)". I had no courage to face him. I buried my face further into my pillow. But then I felt his hand, yes, his own hand on my buttocks. I froze.

His hand roamed all over the roundness of my buttocks. I should have kicked him out, but I didn't. I could've wriggled out, at least, but I had no strength to do that either. Interrupted twice, my craving cunt was dying to have some action. May be a real action, this time. He squeezed my buttocks. I didn't stir. His hand roamed down over my thighs, over my calves and...

He pushed up my dress inch by inch, all the while manipulating the flesh of my baring legs. When he uncovered the heaving globes of my buttocks, he used his both hands on them. My thighs moved apart, voluntarily. Immediately, he positioned himself in between. From his position, he could view the protruding fatty lips of my fleshy cunt, I thought. I wanted to pull down my dress and cover my shame, but, instead, I raised my bottom a bit to present him more. He started kneading my mounds, as if he is going to make bread out of them. Then I felt his finger tips on the sensitive lips of my seeping cunt. I shivered. He kissed my buttocks and at the same time inserted his fingers, first one next two and then three, through the rims of my cunt. Then he moved his fingers in and out. I couldn't control my feelings. I moaned and moaned.

I pulled in my knees to his convenience and offered my treasure, raised. But then I felt the sweeping of his tongue on and through the crease of my rims. Oh, my God! He licked me as if a dog at the smelly cunt of a bitch in heat. He fucked me with his tongue-tip. Juices started gushing out to bath his ploughing tongue and chewing mouth. He slurped up.

Then there was a break. I feared that he left abruptly. I raised my torso and looked behind through the gap of my thighs. There he was, pushing down his trousers and brief. His cock sprung out in a huge erection. I gasped in anticipation. First I felt his hands on my hips, then his massive cock-head at my bottom lobes. He too was on heat, obvious, but his nudging was aimless. I lost my patience, put my right hand in between my thighs, caught his cock and shoved it into my target. Instantly he rammed in.

When I was a collegegirl, on the way back home from our college, we had to cross the municipal office and the adjacent veterinary hospital. We often had chance to witness the arranged fuck of the village cows by the municipal bull. The petite cow would be locked in between iron bars and the well-fed sturdy bull would be made to mount the cow. As the dripping unsheathed stout cock entered the cunt, the poor cow would let out a terrible cry 'mmmmmaaaaaaaa...'

The same way I groaned and gasped. My brother's cock was so long and thick. It reached the unknown depths of my cunt, stretching them wide. My whole body shuddered and I was drowned by an immediate climax, which was indescribable for I had never before experienced such one in my life. I wanted to roll around, take him to my bosoms and cover him with a shower of kisses, but then, out of shame, I could face him only with my rear.

Having buried his thing completely into my sheath, he too growled. May be he had never before experienced such a heat and lube. (By the way he finger fucked and lapped my cunt, I didn't consider it was his first fuck). When he started moving his rock hard rod and stabbed my depths, I sobbed in unbearable pleasure.

His thighs were hitting against my buttocks, driving his distended cock-head into the far depths of my secrets. I could view his swinging testicles through the gap of my thighs. In no time I was carried away. I started pushing my bottom backward, in response, to receive his every stroke. And in unison we rocked. A slurping sound produced by our fuck was echoed by the four walls to compliment our laborious breathing, pleasurable groaning and thighs-buttocks slapping. In minutes, I sensed again the approach of that high flying sensations and at the same moment his grip on my hips hardened and he increased his speed. I shuddered in no time and then his cock injected its hot lava and flooded the far depths of my bubbling cunt. I collapsed on the bed. My brother collapsed on me. His member slipped out, painting the back of my thighs with its sticky wetness. We remained like that. Then I wept silently, mainly out of relief of my sexual stress.

My brother misunderstood my crying and begged my forgiveness again and again. Even then I couldn't gather my courage and face him to explain the real reason. He left the room.

Afterwards we never talked. He didn't leave for our village, but he managed to stay away from me. Daily he went to our grocery shop to help my husband in his business. Almost one month passed like that. My daughter arrived from her vacation for her college reopened. On the first day, when she was about to leave for college, she handed over me an envelope and said, "An aunty in the village gave this letter to give it to maamaa (maternal uncle). Please give him."

As soon as my daughter left, I opened the envelope and read the letter:

My dear lover-boy,

I miss you. You said you would return in few days, but one month has gone. My secret territories are longing for you to feel and play with them. How can you forget the wonderful things we did together? No lovers in the world could have achieved the mutual oral pleasures we had. May be you are angry because I didn't allow you to put your 'that' into my 'this'. Being a widow, I am afraid of pregnancy and bad name. But I've promised you that once you arrived with nirodhs (condoms), we could enjoy. I am also eager to have your very big 'that' inside my 'this'. As I taught you every other thing, I'll teach you that thing too. I want to be your first woman, so that you'll remember me always. Purchase as much nirodhs as possible and come back immediately.

Yours Father-mother playmate

P.S. Please destroy this as soon as you read.

It was a shocking revelation regarding my brother, but heartening at the same time to come to know that he hadn't fucked any other woman. It was only me. I was the one who gave his virgin fuck. I could understand now his growl, when his penis came into contact with my hot wetness. Thinking about all those sensations, my desires flared up. Once is not enough. I wanted to have in his wonderful cock one more time. The mutual oral pleasures, mentioned in the letter, also ignited my imaginations.

I took a razor and shaved my cunt clean to make it palatable. When he came to have lunch, of course, along with my husband, I told him to stay back saying that I had some work for him. He blinked, but had no other way because my husband seconded me.

Once we were alone, I asked him to sit beside me on the sofa. I produced him the letter. In no time his face went pale. Who's it? I wanted to know, but he didn't reveal. He never made her known. I liked that character of maintaining secrecy. Such men are the ones suitable for kalla-oal (clandestine-fuck). Okay, leave her; is it me then your first woman? I cautiously asked. He nodded and lowered his head. I was overwhelmed by an emotional upsurge. I hugged him. Emboldened, he placed his hand on my breast. I disheveled his hair. He squeezed his hand-load. I slumped on the sofa. He tripped over me. We kissed.

Oral pleasures...it was mentioned in that letter, what's it? I asked him in a diminutive voice. He blushed, but slipped down to the ground and positioned himself in between my legs. I was leaning on my back to the hand-rest with one of my legs resting on the floor and one, over the backrest. He hiked my nightie and exposed my clean shaved fleshy cunt. From my position I could read his face. He wetted his lips with his tongue. Then he looked at my face. I blushed but jerked up my cunt in anticipation. He kissed on the fleshy mound first. That itself sent a shiver through my body. Then he crossed his lips with the labia of my cunt and smeared them with the secretions. He put out his tongue and lapped up from my asshole to my clit, several times. My cunt started giving out more and more juices. He entered my hole with his tongue and propelled it through the undulations. I took hold of his head, running my fingers through his hair. He threw a glance toward me. I smiled back, weakly. He didn't have any aversion at all. He licked and sucked my juices into his throat, almost in a hurry, as if he didn't want to miss even a drop by slip. Then he traced up to my clit, attacked it with little pecks, circling it this way and that way with the tip of his tongue. My poor clit! It quivered as if it was caught in a storm. I raised my hips to give him more access. He took my clit into his lips and sucked it as if it was a tiny cock. I pulled at his hairs, pressed his face against my cunt, groaned and shuddered in uncontrollable outburst. He dived back into my hole and slurped up the sudden outpouring. I was writhing and moaning and moaning like a wounded cub.

He got up and peeled off his dresses. His cock sprang up like a lance. I wetted my lips with the tip of my tongue and stretched my hand toward his cock. He didn't give it in my hand, instead he hovered over me and placed it at my cunt. That was double okay to me. He fumbled because of his inexperience. My hand went to help him and he filled up my hole.

At that instant the phone rang.

He was agitated. I told him not to bother and raised and lowered my hip, urging him to go with his fuck. He started moving in and out. I cupped his face and kissed him. He smiled. I let out a little foolish laugh. Passion drives away shyness.

"Un mulaiyai thiranthu kudu, akkaa, pudichchikkittu oakkiraen (Yield open your breasts, sister, to hold them as supports to fuck)"

I was shocked by his vulgar speech, but it stimulated me more, I must admit. I raised my back and pulled out my nightie over my head. I didn't wear any bra. I was completely naked. My breasts were big and a bit saggy, mainly because of their weight, but on that day, I was over aroused and they became taut with their nipples as hard as pebbles. He eagerly held them, pressed them and hungrily sucked at my extended nipples.

"Your boobs are bigger than those of mom."

I was shocked further. "You...mom...how?"

"Oh, she's a careless woman. While changing dress she exposes everything."

"Oh! What about that woman, the widow?"

"She's nothing, just skins and bones."

I sighed. "So you won't go back to her?"

"Only a mad man will leave a beautiful wife like you."

I was elated, but slapped him playfully, "I'm your sister, wife only to your brother-in-law."

"By law, yes, but by love..." he executed ten fifteen punishable strokes and declared, "Sister though but, once fucked is, a wife."

I sealed his mouth with mine. He concentrated on his strokes. It was hard as steel, his young penis. It's going to iron out my vagina, I thought. Though his hands were bony, they were equally strong. They were making pulp out of my breasts. I started whimpering by my approaching climax. I urged him to speed up.

A super-fast train rushed in, in the nearby railway track, shaking the structures.

"Ah, ammmaaaa aaaahhhh" my body rocked. The tip of his cock swelled further and busted. Stream after stream his molten lava filled my cavern. I swooned almost. He collapsed on me. I showered and covered his face with kisses. A kid, indeed, yet my younger brother led me into that ultimate bliss; a woman born is to know.

Fully relaxed, he slipped into a nap over my body, keeping his limp cock lodged in my hole.

The door bell rang. We got up. He gathered his cloths and ran into the bathroom. I slipped into my nightie and walked to the door. The door was not bolted in, oh God, I was alarmed. I opened the door. The milk man was standing at the outer gate. I regained my breath.

After tea, I bolted in with my younger brother to fulfill my sexual fantasies till my husband arrived late in the night.

It turned out to be our regular affair afterwards. My brother was eager to learn new and new things. Neither did I have a chance to practice. We learned together. Those were the loveliest days in my life. My husband being at our shop and my daughter at her college, my brother and I, lying at one another's arms, naked always, were exploring and experimenting in the art of love. A young cock is a young cock, jumping to life even at a slightest provocation, ever ready and never unwilling to perform. I adored his young thing and liked to have it buried in me always.

His vacation was nearing its end. I didn't want to lose him. I was concerned. I didn't know how to express my husband my wish. I went to the shiva temple; worshiped the linga (symbol of phallus) with hibiscus flowers (symbol of vulva) and petitioned my wishes in the ears of the nandhi (bull, the symbol of virility). It's a ritual we Hindus follow. The same night my husband told me he got my brother a seat in the local college, so that my brother would be a help in our business. Next day I went to the same temple, taking my brother too, and offered thanks for such a miracle. And I offered, on returning home, my hibiscus on the linga of my brother and we celebrated.

It turned out one day, our business rival, the marwadi, decided to vacate our town. Latter I came to know that it was because of his wife having affair with the servant boys. Also I came to know that my brother had photographed those affairs, but it reached my husband who, without exposing himself, used it to belittle his rival. What would my husband do if he comes to know my own affair with my blood brother? I worried.

Getting loans, my husband managed to buy the marwadi's establishment. We flourished. My husband was the happiest man in the world. Our business being managed by professionals, most of the time, he was on tour. His aim was to open as many branches as possible. I could get plenty of time to be alone with my brother.

My brother yielded to my every pull. I enjoyed him as if he was my pleasure toy. My cavern was always filled and overflowed with his semen. The result was that I conceived. I conceived once again, after nine years. I wanted to have that baby, even though it was seeded by my blood brother. I had to create an alibi. For that I had to have my husband discharge in me at least once.

One day, at about 9 O'clock in the morning, my brother was at home. When I asked him the reason for his skipping classes, he told me that, on that day, he had an exam at 2 O'clock, afternoon. As usual, my husband was getting ready to go outstation. I handed over him his washed cloths and hurried in to relieve my bladder. By the time I stepped out, my husband was already gone. I was to remind him of our wedding anniversary, that year, for I was scheming to go to bed with him on that occasion. I sighed.

Bolting in the main door I called on my brother. He said he was preparing for his exam. I said I'd prepare him better. He laughed and said he needed no preparation to write that one exam. Prove then, I said. Look, my pen is ready, he said coming out of his room naked. We entered my bed room.

I seated myself on my bed. What's it today? he wanted to know. Mummy wants to breastfeed her baby, I said. He laughed. I made him lay on my lap and freed my breasts. With my own hand I fed him one of my nipples. He sucked at it like a baby. I ran my fingers through his hair affectionately. He hungrily sucked and at the same time ran his free hand on my other breast, now cupping and now pressing it. What are you doing with the other breast? I asked. He stopped sucking and answered, haven't you seen that children play like that while suckling? I laughed and ran my fingers on his upstanding cock, now sliding and now pulling at it and said, haven't you seen that mothers play like that while suckling? He said, some mothers kiss it and some even take it between their lips and amuse. Oh, my naughty boy, I said and bent to suck at his penis.

That position was not convenient. So I pushed him down on his back and knelt between his thighs. I took half of his cock into my mouth. I could mouth only that much. His mushroom head is already hitting my tonsils. I glided my mouth up and down. That hardness and that lips-stretching thickness stimulated me and my saliva ran down. Akkaa, give me your cunt to eat, he pleaded. I made myself nude and sat on his head, offering him my cunt to lick. I knelt on my knees and elbows and took back his cock into my mouth. He licked up my cunt from my clit to my slot. I sucked only his cock-head, now running the tip of my tongue around the neck and now jabbing at the small opening of the head. When he prolonged his sucking at my clit, I closed my eyes, rubbed the tip of his cock-head on my eyelids and all over my face, all the while gently squeezing his testicles. Then my abdomen throbbed and my cunt released its juices.

I freed my hip from his grip and rotated myself 180 degree. I placed the salivating mouth of my cunt on the tip of his roof-pointing cock and glided down. I rode him like one possessed. His rock hard cock was hitting my depths. My boobs were jumping. He held them and squeezed. I fucked him down, he fucked me up and we clashed like enemies with vengeance. Fuck fuck fuck, you sister-fucking reckless thug, I cooed. Fuck fuck fuck, you brother-banging immoral slut, he roared back. I fell on him and bit his cheeks, all the while moving up down his cock. He caught my hair violently and chewed at my lips. His cock impaled my cervices at every stroke. Increasing my speed I cried, I'm cummmiiinnnggg...and when it rocked my body I collapsed on him, but he rolled me under and continued his fucking. His end was not near. I moaned and moaned. He lifted my legs, placed them over his shoulders and drove his cock deep and deep. He attacked me as if he wanted to kill me, his cock repeatedly stretching through the tight ring of my womb-gate. I had no other choice than moaning and groaning. Violent attack of that merciless cunt-shearing cock lifted my body to one more shivering climax. He increased his speed and released his hot flood, at last, just before I passed out.

My brother brought me back to consciousness by sprinkling water. First I blinked at him, then I recollected. A blush crept into my cheeks. I pulled him down and laid on me, embracing and kissing him. His cock stirred in between our nakedness. I raised my brow and questioned him. He smiled sheepishly. I put my hand in between and guided his cock into my pit. Fuck my kid, fuck your fuck-loving sister as many times as possible; you are young and energetic; I am fuck-starved, I said. Doesn't my brother-in-law fuck you enough? He wanted to know. That doesn't matter, obey your elder sister and fulfill her desire, I raised my tone. Okay, akkaa, calm down. I obey you and I am going to fuck you my fleshy lovely fuck-crazy sister. I'd fuck and fuck and fuck and drain all my energy into your cunt, he said. Save something for your would be wife, I suggested. No wife; only my cunt-yielding elder sister I want to spend my lifetime with, he concluded.

We fucked until 1 O'clock. By then he discharged his semen thrice into my cunt. He had a quick lunch and left for college. Seeing him off as I bolted the main door, I noticed the washed cloths I offered my husband that morning, kept untouched, on the sofa. So he left in his old dirty cloths, I sighed. I picked up those cloths and carried them to our bedroom to put them back into the cupboard. One of the cupboard doors was standing crack-opened. I was careless while locking it, I thought. I opened it, but screamed and stepped back in shock when I observed something big emerging from it. It was my husband.

I was still naked, finding no time to dress in my hurry to see off my brother to write his exam. My naked body was shivering out of shock followed by shame. But my husband took me into his hands and pacified me.

"Don't worry. I know everything. I first watched you and your brother making love on the sofa, long back. I phoned up on that day, but there was no responce. I came home to find your love making. I was worried then only because you forget to bolt the door. It's good to have your brother as your lover than any servants and sales boys. It'll remain as a family secret. Think, the marvadi had to part with lot of money because of his wife; finally he had to close down his business."

I sighed. "Are you not angry then?"

"On what ground? I don't find time and energy to satisfy you. Your brother is so young and having a thing of doubles my size. A woman who has given birth needs thick manhood to fill up her bore. I admit I can never give the pleasure your brother gives. See for example, today he filled you with pleasure till you faint and yet you wanted more and he accomplished."

"But isn't it wrong to do it with a blood-brother?"

"I don't think so. Anything gainful is a right thing. That's what business ethics, the vyshya dharma."

"That's alright for business, but for family proceedings..."

"Family is created by man. Every other species enjoy sex with blood relatives. Laying rules, man has limited his choices and now suffering stresses. Better make love with blood relatives than bear with useless husbands and wives."

"Will you allow then our relationship to continue?"

"Yes, by all means. Gain is the only motto."

I sighed. "What were your feelings watching us from inside the cupboard?"

"Watching you both..." he paused and then said, "I masturbated."

"Chi!"

He lowered me on the bed on my back and spread my thighs. I thought he was going to fuck, but then he lowered his head toward my cunt. I protested in alarm, "No..."

"What's wrong? I know your brother filled you three times. Let me taste the honey-milk blending of a sister and brother."

He dived into my slushiness and licked it zealously. The very act of my husband eating out my cunt brimming with my brother's cum triggered me and with a great shudder I climaxed on my husband's mouth, the very first climax with my husband. He beamed. I blushed.

Relaxed, I opened out in a small voice, "I'm afraid, I'm pregnant."

"Ah ha! Then give us a boy."

"But it's of my brother."

"But it'll be accounted as my own. I'm planning to marry our daughter to your brother and we would marry their daughter to our son. Thus our business will be within our family for years to come." (Marrying sister's daughter is not incest, but traditionally legal in our part of India).

I embraced my husband and also his ideas. Gain by all means. Awaiting my brother to gain more, I murmured in my husband's ears, "Is it alright if I fuck my brother openly in front of you?"

"I would welcome, but forbidden pleasures are sweeter with all its uncertain thrills. At least, let him enjoy it as long as it goes unrevealed. Your brother brought us luck. We are obligated to serve him better, eh?"

"I love you than ever before, but what do you gain out of this?"

"I gain my family unbroken and so my family business impaired."

My husband prepared to remain inside the cupboard while my brother and I stage our fucking. I made it more and more vulgar to give my husband as much as satisfaction. Ours is the only family in the whole world now, I bed, of unlimited happiness and gain.
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[RRahul]

Give solace to my lair - Suthakaami Temple



I started my journey home. Just out of college I got a job, in the city, and was in my probation period. It was not wise to go on leave, but I received a call from my father saying that my mother became mad and my presence there was essential.

On the way home, along the hilly road, our bus was stopped, at a hamlet, for tea. Getting down, I walked a bit away, went behind a bush and started emptying my bladder. As I was doing so, I was not aware, then, that a woman nearby was looking at my out-of-fly secrecy. When I noticed her presence I felt awkward, but she smiled at me. A mad woman she was. Thought of my mother flashed in me. I smiled back. And the mad woman voiced, "A big penis you have there to give solace to a lair so dear."

All the way home I was wondering on the mad woman's remark.

On reaching home, I found my mother quite normal, but my father and sister had already condemned her as mad. By evening, I came to realize, they were right. My mother started talking in an incoherent manner and in between uttering unashamedly words like cunt, cock, fuck etc. She didn't sleep that whole night. It was decided then that I take her to the city and show her to a doctor specialist. I accepted, reluctantly.

On the way back, I fell asleep with my mother in the bus. Later when I was woken up by the bus conductor, I couldn't grasp immediately what he was saying. The bus was break-downed. Passengers got down and were waiting for a pick up.

I found, to my shock, my mother was missing. I enquired the people around there. Someone said she went behind the bushes.

She had wandered away. I panicked. A not-so-much-used narrow path was leading in one direction. That was the only possible route she could have taken in that mountain terrain. After ten minutes walk in dismay, I found an angel taking bath in a small pool surrounded by beautiful locale, my God, it was my mother! I became angry first, but cooled down immediately looking at her serenity.

I walked up and called her to come out. She swimmed away and called me to come in. I found no other way to get her out. Leaving the bags on the shore, I stripped down to my brief and jumped in. The pool was peculiarly warm and, you believe me, I got an immediate erection as soon as I got into it. I was a bit embarrassed but I thought, 'The erection is inside the water and nobody is going to see it'.

I approached my mother and caught her by her hand to lead her out, but she pulled me in and pushed me down into the depths. In that act, I felt her breasts brushed against my face. They were big and firm. And not only that, but to my horror, she was stark naked.

"You have taken a holy dip, my son, and now you can come with me inside the temple." My mother pointed her finger towards a cave.

"But, mom…" Even before I uttered a single word, her fingers tipped against my erection and I was dumbfounded.

Then she walked out in her naked glory. Her buttocks were jutting out, round and heavy and swinging in circular jerks. On the shore, she turned around. Her boobs were full but sagged a bit because of their heaviness. Her bulged mound of a cunt was invitingly wide. I was drawn to her like a monsoon fly to an open flame.

My mother entered the cave followed by me. It was not a mere cave, but a sculptured temple. And, a wide stone altar was carved out on the floor-center.

My mother turned around again and faced me. My cock became painfully stiff. She pulled me up to and freed my cock. She caressed it with her warm soft fingers. It throbbed. She embraced me. Her firm heavy breasts pressed against my bare wide chest. She kissed me fully on my lips.

Then she stepped back, caught me by my cock, led me to the altar and pushed me hard. I was down on the altar, on my back. My cock was pointing the roof. She climbed over me and crawled up. When her face was right above my cock, she bent down and kissed its bare head. A shiver ran through my body. She crawled further and when her face was right above my face she kissed me again. I could smell and taste the saltiness of my pre-cum on her lips.

My mother then raised her hips, brought and placed her puffy cunt right above my cock and teased its tip by her slimy slit. Unable to bear, I lunged upward.

"Ah ha!" She pulled herself up. I lost my patience. But she commanded, "Hold my breasts and squeeze them, son"

I caught her fleshy melons and squeezed them. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed it.

"Now I am going to take you through the 'sorggavaasal' (gateway of heaven), my son" My mother announced. "Your cock is going to taste, I believe, its first cunt, right?"

"Yes, mom, but don't be so cruel. I'm dying" I cried desperately. "Allow me to enter."

"That's my lover boy. Here it is, now I am going to fuck my own son's virile and virgin cock with my experienced, motherly, mouth watering cunt."

With these erotic words, my mother slipped down my stiff vertical pole with her hot juicy cunt. Heaven I entered into. Heaven indeed it was, though hot as inferno.

My mother started moving up and down. With each movement, my cock divined the pleasure depths of her juicy pit. Sometime, she sits upright and do up-down jumps and sometime, she lies with her big breasts on my chest and flays my cock, raising and lowering her buttocks. All the time she was uttering carnal spicy words and sentences.

"Ah, my son, so deep it goes. Never before, my womb was invaded so far. Push it up and fuck me deep"

I responded and fucked her up from under. It was like swimming in eternal sweetness.

"Fuck my boy, fuck the cunt which gave you birth. Your sturdy cock stretches my cunt hole wide" My mother cooed. "Moving in and out, it sure will iron out the wrinkles there."

With her cascade like black hair let loose and her breasts swinging, my mother looked like a Demonic Goddess. With guttural noises, she flung out filthy words. Increasing her fucking speed she started devouring me like a lioness on its prey.

"Fuck my son, fuck me. Fuck your sex starved mom. Fuck my fuckable cunt with your thick and lengthy lance. Fuck me fuck. Fuck me fuck…" My mother shrieked in a frenzy state and ground her swollen cunt lips at the base of my cock.

Then it happened: her pelvic muscles started pulsating waves after waves and her whole body shivered. A gush of hot juices poured down from her inner walls of a cunt.

"Pump out now. Pump out your semen and flood my cunt. Feed your mummy's womb with your cock's fresh ambrosia" So demanding she fell down on my chest and fucked me with short little strokes.

My own cock then erupted stream after stream and the fullness of my balls emptied up into her cunt. I fucked back until the lost drop of my semen was out. Then I laid there spent-up with my mother on me, panting.

When we regained our normal breaths, my mother kissed me affectionately, and dismounted me. Then she encircled my sticky limp cock with her fingers and said, "Come on, let us go out, get into the pool, wash and regain our energy. Goddess of this temple is much pleased with our performance."

When we came out of the cave, it was dark already and it happened to be a full moon day. The moon was rising in the eastern sky. The forest was calm and dreamy. Fire flies were every where flying criss-crossly.

The pool was warm as it was before and stimulated us, in that strange way, as soon as our skins touched its water. Coming out of my shyness, this time, I pulled my mommy from behind, nesting my cock in the fold of her buttocks, hugged and squeezed her breasts. We were petting and kissing and the night was felt so beautiful.

"Let's go inside again" My mother said. "We ought to offer the Goddess, our cunt-cock union, right on her altar."

Then she led me in to the cave. No light was required inside. The temple was carved out in such a way that the rays of the full moon were finding ways to lit up the interior sufficiently. Only then I noticed the cave interior was full of erotic sculptures: I pointed out them to my mother. Together we, hand in hand, went up to and looked at them:

At the entrance, on the back-wall, on one side, was sculptured a standing naked woman with her one leg slightly lifted to reveal her slit.

On the other side of the entrance was a sculptured naked man (rather a boy) standing with a huge erected cock tilting upwards.

The second one to the sculptured naked woman was the sculpture of the same woman sitting on a throne, leaning backward with her parted thighs, offers her sliced cunt for the knelt down boy to lick.

Symmetrically, on the other side, the boy was seated the same way and his cock being sucked by the woman with cheeks in-caved.

Then on one side, sitting on a divan, the woman, with lifted legs folded at her knees, spreads her cunt like a flower, while the boy, standing in front, inserts his thick cock into that flowered cunt.

On the other side, fully stretched on her side, the woman, with her upper leg folded unto her breast, yields her bulged cunt, and the boy from behind, leaning on his elbow, drives his cock into it.

Then in the next, the woman, lying on her back, offers her cunt up and the boy from top, holding her breasts, buries his cock down into her uplifted cunt.

Other side, in symmetry, the woman is down on her fours with her head lifted and mouth slightly opened, while the boy is bolting her from behind, in doggy style.

And at the center, in the deep back wall, the boy lies on his back with his pole pointing upward and the woman, with her legs on both sides of his hips, descents on him, swallowing his cock into the mouth of her cunt.

"Here are the guide ways" My mother declared seeing those sculptures. "No doubt, as lovers, we have to perform all these acts and fulfill us, as well as the Goddess."

And we stayed there whole night. And in the moon light, the sculptures appeared as real human beings engaged in the pleasure acts. Needless to say that we performed every act depicted in those sculptures. I ejaculated seven times: six times inside my mother's cunt and one time in her mouth. Every time, a dip in the pool invigorated our energies. After completing the five fuck-acts, my mother sucked my cock, as the sixth act, until it spurt out and she drank the outcome. I too performed the eating of her pussy until she achieved the climax. Finally, as the seventh act, she enacted again the first commenced woman-on-top act and with our gushing finale, my mother declared that the sanctifying festival had come to an end.

When we came out of the cave, finally, the moon was setting in the west and the golden fire ball was rising on the east.

In the morning sunlight, on the temple wall, there above the entrance, I could read out a Sanskrit sloka, engraved in Tamil-Brahmi script:

Vandhaegurusthanam sukhayoanisaagaram |

Lingaamrthapriyam suthakaami maatharam ||

This, with my acquired skill in that language, roughly translates,

I worship the plump-breasted, the pleasure-ocean-cunt possessor |

The cock-nectar lover, the son-desiring mother ||

I was astonished. It was unbelievable. A temple constructed to worship the son-fucking mother as a Goddess. And we, a mother and son, were dragged unaware to do a whole night 'leela' to commemorate it.

My mother asked me affectionately, "Would you like to honor the Goddess at our home too?"

"I would love to do it anywhere anytime" I answered. We embraced once again at the temple gate and together we bowed and kissed the holy site.

That was like a dream. When we reached the city next day, I found my mother was completely cured. I thanked 'Goddess Suthakaami' for her unconventional way of remedy. Though I thanked Goddess, I felt sad with-in, longing for that unconventional way itself. One can not dare to fuck his own mother when she is perfectly conscious.

After a week, my father arrived at city to take back my mother. It was inevitable. I was unbearably sad, but I managed to control myself in their presence.

In the evening they went for shopping. Once they stepped out, I broke-down, collapsed on the floor and cried to the Goddess Suthakaami, recapping all that happened in her temple, and begged her to take away my life then and there.

When my parents returned after shopping, my father complained, my mother was not at all cured. I did not understand, but my mother proved he was right. Yes, she was talking incoherently and that too in vulgar words like cunt, cock, fuck etc.

Very next day my father left, requesting me to show her to a real doctor.

After seeing my father off, when I returned and rang the door bell, my mother crack opened the door and told me to enter in quickly. I entered. There, inside, she was completely naked and smiling at me. It was a pleasant shock. She pulled me to her and I wept on her shoulder.

"You crazy fucking therapist, it was only Goddess Suthkaami who brought me back, in the guise of changing my sandals, to witness your confessing prayer. Thank Goddess" My mother narrated me in a soothing tone. "Now I see the whole picture. Your dad became old and weak. It was my bottled up sexual frustration which made me insane. The nightlong fuck at Suthakaami Temple, by your young energetic cock, satiated my sex-starved cunt and healed me of my madness. Thank you, son, and thank you for everything. Come now, come to mom, I want us to enjoy it in full consciousness."

She led me in to the bed room. She herself removed my cloths and made me naked. When my cock sprang up, she cried pleasantly, "Oh, my goodness, how big you are there! It surely will give solace to my lair."

The soothsayer mad woman's face flashed in my memory.

My mother lay on her back and presented me her bulged open cunt. She herself held my cock and placed its bulbous head at her petal gaped gate. I entered into her juicy volcano and, pressing her breasts, started giving lengthy strokes. Placing her heals on my waist; my mother pulled down my head and kissed on my lips. Then she said, "Let me not be cured of my faked madness till you get married."

"If you yield your cunt like this," I said, "I will never marry at all."

Pleased, she sucked at my lips passionately. Her cunt surged at my cock profoundly.

Since then my mother and I are living as husband and wife. Suthakaami Temple became famous now. Lot of western tourists visits it. I believe, way back home, mothers fuck their sons and sons, their own mothers.

[RRahul]

Sisterly Love



My name is Raju now a 16 year old budding boy living with my mom and dad.My Elder Sister,Priya was elder to me by 8 years.She was married to a software engineer in Bangalore.

It was the month of may, I was having my college vacation.Priya Sister called one day saying that her Husband received a direct order from his office in Europe.She asked mom to come and stay with her since the place where she stays is remote from the city and isolated without any neighbours nearby.Mom said she would come there the next day with me. Unfortunately my mom and dad had to go to Madurai the next day in order to attend a funeral of a close relative. Mom told him "Raju go to sister's house and stay there for three months till your vacation".Mom asked him take his college books so that he can study when it gets bored.Mom also told that she would come there next week..

I took the night train to bangalore.While on travel I remembered about my elder sister(akka).My Akka looks like hollywood actress Anjelina Jolie with plump boobs and heavy Buttocks. Ever since at the age of 14 when my sister was not married, I started to have funny feeling of girls. The extremely large breasts of akka heaved beneath the dress she wore. Her breasts were like coconuts. Akka has a nice slim body and a killer legs. Her long brown hair was right down to her buttock.My Sister's Buttocks were big like water melons.

I remembered it was a party day and I and my friend were playing hide and seek in our house.The game was going well but on one instance I had used all the places to hide.Now it was my turn,I cannot find any place to hide.I went into my sister's room.My elder sister was studying for college exams.I seeked her assistance in finding new place for hiding. She was wearing a very lengthy gown and sitting in the chair.Akka told me to hide inside her gown. Before my friend came I entered my akka's skirt.Within seconds of entering inside my sister's skirt she locked my head in between her thighs.A strong smell which I had never before smelled came from my sister.This smell was something I can not forget.I slowly moved my head towards the part where my sister's legs met.When I did this my face hit her panty covered pubic region.I found that this smell came from there.I kept my nose there in between my beautiful sister's legs and sniffed more of her feminine odour.At last my friend failed to find me and said to my sister that I had cheated him by escaping out of house.After he left,I came out from my sister' skirt.I thanked sister for helping in the game.

From that day on, I used to go to bathroom after my Sister and find her soiled panties and smell it. Whenever I get a chance, I would accidentally brush my hand on my Sister's huge Buttocks.The soft cheeks of my sister's buttocks turned me on.I would not miss any chance to see my sister cleavage whenever she would bend before me.Her cleavage showed that sister's Tits are milk white color.

Now back to presence, I arrived at bangalore railway station.My brother in law came to receive me from the station. He asked me why my mother did'nt come.I explained him that mom and dad went to madurai.He then took me to their house. This was the first time I was visiting my sister' house.We nearly left bangalore and on the outer skirts were located the lavish Bangalow of my sister.As soon as I entered, I had to go for a piss which I was holding for long time.So I made my way through the bedroom to the bathroom.While pissing I heard my sister and brotherinlaw talking.

Sister told him "Ram how can i manage without my mom".

He said,"look Priya I had to urgently go there tomorrow or i would be fired".

Sister told "But Ram, the doctor had told i should not walk for a week and how can i do my personal needs like going for a toilet,changing dress,Bathing etc.

Ram told,"See Priya Raj is you little Brother and it is not harm for him to do all these duties for his elder sister.You are like his mom."

So hearing all these made Raj dick hard.I was going to help my Elder sister in all her needs even for going toilet.

After having my piss I entered the bedroom and saw akka was laying on the bed.Brother in law told that Sister had a accident in her legswhile driving her car..They hid the news from mom because this would frighten our dad who was a heart patient.When sister saw me she opened her arms and waved in a way to receive me near her.I went near her and sat on the bed.She asked "Raj how did you do the exams?".I said "I did very well."

Now his brother in law said,"Raj, I want know if you could lift your sister from her bed to toilet."

He removed the bedsheet covering my sister and asked me to lift her.I saw my sister wearing only a shirt and small skirt which showed me her sexy round thighs.My brother in law lifted sister's skirt slightly up her thighs and showed me the wound in her thighs.He also told me that sister has bruises above her thighs too.I was amazed to see a female's milk white thighs at a very closeup.While I openmouthed watching my sister's legs,Ram told, "come on Raj lift your sister.

I shyly proceeded towards my sister and placed my arms under her shoulder and another under her hips and tried to lift her. But it was hard for me to lift her. Brother inlaw laughed and said "you cannot lift her like that.You have to place one arm under the Kundi(buttocks) of your sister".I was embarassed by hearing him say Kundi.I kept a hand under my sister's Kundi .And at this place her skirt rode up and I was having my hands on sister's bare thighs.They were very soft and cool to touch.

Now It was very easy for me to lift sister.He was surprised and asked how she was so weightless like air eventhough she was very bigger than him.Brotherinlaw told me that usually ladies are weightless even if they are huge and fat.He asked him to place her in the bed.

Ram asked me, "So raj, i am going to mumbai by flight tonight,would you don't bother to lift your sister whenever she needs?". I said yes with joy.Ram now said he would explain how to change his sister's clothes.I told it was embarrassing to see my own sister changing clothes.Ram laughed and told anyhow you have to do it tomorrow for your sister.I left the room while Ram changed sister's clothes and took her to toilet and after she slept he prepared for his travel.

That night I left my brother in law at the aerodrome. Before leaving Ram said," Raj take care of your sister,Don't be shy and do anything she asks you to do." Raj replied "Don't worry She is my elder sister,I will take care of her".

After leaving Ram for his departure,I returned home at a great speed thinking of lifting my own sister from her bed with my hands holding her big Kundis(butt).I had a key by himself and entered the house.I straightly went to my sister's bed to find if she would need anything.I found my sister with her skirt high up her waist showing all of her panty covered pelvic region. Her white panties even showed me her dark pubic hairs protruding through the sheer material. The next day my sister called me to clean her.I took her to the toilet first.While taking her to the toilet I enjoyed the softness of her big buttocks. As soon as we entered the bathroom she asked me to remove her dress.I slowly undid all the buttons, I dropped her clothes. Woww! she was excellent with bra and white panties. Of course I had my hard on and I have well planned to hide it from her view. This is my first time to see any female like that; that too my own juicy elder sister made my penis rise high inside my pants.

She complained her legs were hurting. I apologized and made her sit on the toilet bowl. As I went to unbuckle her bra, she protested. Raj...."Could we like do this later.... I mean its only my hand and leg, you don't need to take off my bra". I was shocked and thought for a moment. How can I make a mistake like this! It is only her hand was injured not her breast. I just made a story and said that I wanted to make sure that I made a clean job since she is my beloved my elder sister. She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek. I then said that I need to take off her panties since the bruises very close to her crotch . She thought for a moment.....Then she said "I guess you're right...I'm sorry Raj, would you mind taking off for me...I'm beginning to feel weak." Well I know her conscious were still active and I better not do anything funny. As I tried to pull she scream in pain and I stopped. So I decided I did not want to pull directly since it will brush toward the side of her leg. I informed her that I'll have to do it gentle and slowly and may have to apply pressure on certain area of her private part. This time she was really red and embarrassed. And she said "Raj... just take off my bra first and clean my body first and then my....panties. I'm sorry Raj.

Yahoo! I get to see her breast first. I remove her bra and I almost came when her nipple pointed at me. I quickly brought a chair to sit in front of her. I started to wet a cloth and began to rub on her body. She cried as I rubbed. I've told her not to worry or embarrassed since I'll take care of her in any circumstances. And I said "Sister... just close your eye and I'll clean you off." She then said " Raj why don't you lay me down on the bed so it will be easier for me." Her breast crushed to my mouth as I lifted her. "Sorry akka(sister)!" I tried to speak within her trapped breast.

I was on top of her on the bed as I rubbed her body. "Akka I need to apply lotion to your bruises as well as to your body.

I gave her a quick medicine "caressing" on her hand and then my ever waited body massage. As I spread the lotion on her body, she shivered. I could see the wetness from her panties. She tried to cover her breast and as I massaged I gently remove her hand and continue. No protest came from her as I continued to form circles around her nipple. She moan for a moment and then tried to stop. I really got a tremendous hard on... I thought I might cum. I played with her belly button and she started to giggle. "Stop that Raj!" she laughed. And I continued to massage her again.

I can't wait any longer....Without informing her I started to go for her panties. I could see her swollen vagina from her see thru panties and it was really wet.. I laid my hands on her opening of her vagina (thru her panties of course) and slid her panties to the left so that I can remove it with no friction to her right leg. As soon as I slid ...my akka spoke "Thambi(little brother)...your finger is in my ........is in me." I realized that I was sort of finger fucking her. Immediately I moved my hand on the top region of her vagina. "Thambi" she panted. "Please don't....you're touching my errr.... I mean my clitoris". I froze I can't believe my Akka actually said that. I Immediately removed my hand. "Sorry Akka you are slippery there and I accidentally....you know" I pretended blushed.

"Thambi, I need to pee... I am so weak. Please just remove my panties. Now I don't care how you remove it but don't insert your finger." She cried. "But Akka I don't know how" I mumbled. Her eyes were closed all the while. So I just went and slide her panties to the left a bit with caution and the musk smell was really making me funny. I bent down to her vagina and licked a bit. "Thambi... what are you applying there?" she enquired. What was I doing I thought my self. "Well it was no difficult to remove her panties... but just I wanted to make it longer" I thought myself. "I'm actually making my akka suffer in this stage. Shame on myself " I spoke within me. Now my plump sister was lying in front of me completely nude

I came to my sense and removed her panties. My first time I ever looked at a vagina, that too my own elder sister's sweet vagina. Well she maintain her pubic hair as well. Now she was totally naked. "Thambi...take me to the toilet" she spoke. "Sister I'll carry you. You don't need to walk." I offered. And I went and carried her. Carefully I placed a hand underneath her buttocks(Kundi) and the other on the back of her shoulder. I mentioned her to wrap her arm around my neck. As I carried I accidentally slipped my index finger into her crack of her buttock. I could feel her anus at the tip of my finger and her flowing juice which make it slippery at her anal region. "Sorry akka" I apologized. "No need for one;you can get a better grip when you have your finger inserted in my asshole " she comforted me. I was surprised and further thrust my finger inside her anus. It was hot inside my sister's like a burning stowe. I also slowly moved my finger in and out of sister's asshole.I brought her to the toilet bowl and make her sit. "Err Raj...could you wait outside for a moment" she said embarrassed. I waited outside for a moment.

For all our openness, she'd not been this relaxed with me at home.I strained to hear her intimate sounds. I needn't have, for when she began to pee, it was remarkably loud. I could hear her initial tinkle followed by the characteristic hissing sound of female urination, pee splashing against the porcelain, ending with the less forceful last squirts dribbling into the water. I was enthralled with the sounds, for it called to my mind vivid mental imagery.

"Raj... I feel so helpless. I'm scared. It's burning around my leg area. Could you like just sleep with me for tonight" She asked. I agreed as I carried her the same way as before. This time no accident occurred.

I laid her on the bed and said "Akka, the Brotherinlaw(machan) said that you should wear loose clothes. But if I were to dress you again..." "It's ok thambi.. I'll sleep naked today. I don't want to go through again. Since you are beside me, I feel very safe" she said. ("Very safe!!!!! This must be a joke! What happen if...." I thought)

"It's getting late honey. Could you just apply the medicine on my leg" she requested. Well I'm suppose to clean her, but I just went and applied the medicine on her leg. Her hand was covering her vagina(pundai). I could still see her vagina was dripping wet and I got another hard on. I felt like tasting her. "Honey please don't look at my pundai" she advised. ("Shit she was looking at me watching her") . I just tried to give an excuse " I just trying to ....? Nothing! ". "Well could you get me my pills?" she asked. I brought her the pills and guess what! Most of these pills were to stop the pain and make her sleep. She took them. I took my bath and jerk off immediately came into her room with towel wrap around . "Are you going to sleep like that with me" she asked . "No of cause with my shorts on" I replied. She was relieved. I told her that I was going to the shop to get something and be back in 30 minute. I closed her body with the blanket and gave a kiss then left.

When I got back I found her asleep. I decided to get naked with her. As I removed her blanket to get in with her, I saw her finger in her pundai. I got an instant hard on. I called her and no reply was transmitted back. I got in her bed and got close to her. I look at her...She was really beautiful. Her lipstick were still remained from the morning. I took my chance and kissed her on her lips. First a short kiss and then a longer one. My penis arched over my sister's hips making oscillating movements and soon a thick liquid came from my penis. I was frightened and cleaned the mess and then got in the bed with her again. It was 11.30pm. I was not sleepy at all. I did not have any guilt of sleeping with my sister nude...why?

She is my blood and ....that's all. She is a human just like me. She is very loyal to her husband.I began to kiss her again long and slow. Hard on again....Her lips very slippery like a silk and we exchanged out body liquid with kissing. I know it was wrong but continued. I began to suck her breast. I was on her left while kissing her breast and a trail of the same white liquid were painted on her leg while my penis was brushing against her soft skin. I got even bolder , I removed her finger from her pundai and placed mine. I began to paddle my finger in her. It was difficult and tight. I brought my lips and french kissed her pundai. I sucked all her juices. I inserted my tongue in her. Her pubic hair was around my nose and man....it was awfully heavenly.I searched for the smell of my earlier days.But that smell was not coming from her pundai now. She began to move and I froze..............?

I got back to sleep well pretending. She was drowsy and called my name. "I need to go to the toilet." She said. Well the medicine did not work well, I guess. Her eye were open now as she saw me naked. "Oh my...You're ....I mean...". "I'm sorry akka, I always sleep naked in my bed. I was not used to sleep with clothes on. And it's quite warm here." I explained. (quite warm!! What an excuse I gave). Anyhow she was not that conscious to think. She says she need to go for a pee badly, to my surprise she tries to get up from the bed. She fails and I came to the rescue by gently carrying her as our skin touched. I gave me a shiver as I took her to the bathroom. ("Well she did see my hard on and maybe probably thinks of a normal erection or ...? I said to myself) This time she never mention me to wait outside.

Well I went and wore my shorts to cover my hard on. I carried her to the bed and she was already asleep. I noticed that her vagina was wet with her piss and she did not wipe it. So I clean her there by licking her piss awhile.

I really wanted to explore her body. And I went above her and guided my finger into her opening. I did not want to check if she is awake but just wanted to open and explore her badly. I entered a bit and a bit and .....shit! I came with white liquid again.

Next morning, As I opened my eye, sister was examining her pundai. ("Oh shit! I forgot to clean up my mess. I pretended like just woke up and asked her "What happen sister?". As I went close to her, she did not look at me since I was naked. "Sister there something I need to tell you..." I said. "Last night after you went to the bathroom, you did not clean your.....your..pus..err...pundai. Well I wanted you to be clean so I wash your vagina and applied lotion." "Lotion!" she laughed to hide all embarrassement between me and her. Then she taught, the so call lotion was also inside her. "No this can't be... I mean I don't understand...the lotion is inside me as well." She replied. ("Oopps!! What am I suppose to say now..??") "AAkka...well I actually applied the lotion in my finger and inserted in your pundai." I said. "Raj! How could you" she scream. I pretended to cry and said that I wanted her to be very clean and free of bacteria and all the science bull shit and told her that she is the only one that I can rely and wanted her to be in the perfect stage of health. She looked into my eye and gave me a kiss all over my face. "I'm sorry Raj, I know how much of trouble you have gotten to keep me in the perfect stage of health. Well Raj, in future please do not insert finger in me. I am not thinking negative of you ok." She explained. I know she has felt a bit of guilt when she said this. She hugged me without realizing naked. My penis(sunni) came into view and touched her back and we both broke off the hug immediately. "Oh my" she blushed. "Morning erection " I said and laughed. We both started laughing.

Well she looks partially recovered today. She could walk a little but still requires support. She was still naked. I suggested that she needs to be cleaned up since yesterday was not a proper job. We were in the bathroom as I carefully wet a cloth and wipe over her shoulder , breast, stomach and lower......."I'll do that " she said. So I had to leave to avoid anymore mistakes. She wrap herself with a towel and came out slowly. We had breakfast and she said she need to take the medicine. This time I gave two of each pills. She then felt sleepy and told me to accompany her to the bedroom. She just laid and said..."Thanks for all the help you have given me, Raj". I just took the opportunity and gave her a small hug and a kiss.I continued my adventures around her pussy that night also.

On the next day she woke earlier than me. I did not know what happen, later I woke up. She was not there. She was preparing breakfast. "God!.... She is well" I thought. I went to her and she acts casual. "Raj, you naughty yesterday again!. You applied the lotion again in me" she grin. "....." . "Well thanks for taking care of me. Frankly the lotion you apply actually reduced my regular menstrual pain . " shyly she said. "Wow bingo! . She does not know I fucked her. Oh shit... she is having her period now".

"Tell me Raj.. please" she beg. "It's ok I forgive you for the indecent behavior. I know it's a torture for you to see me naked. And towards that you have not been seeing any girls. Tell me the truth and I promise I will not change my feeling on you. What had been done is done ok." She said.

"Well akka I was kinda horny so I took out my penis and slightly rubbed against your vagina."

"Did you cum?" she asked.

I asked , "What is cum?sister". She said "Well,Raj it is the thick liquid that comes from a boy's penis,when he is excited. "Yeah...I did.. around the entrance" I said. "Entrance?" she puzzled "I mean the entrance of your vagina" I explained. "For god's sake you never put your cum inside akka's vagina,else you would have made me pregnant " she said.

We took breakfast together and I playfully went to her and fed her and played some tricks. Both of us sat and watched movies. "Can we not hide anything between us anymore" I asked. "Well sure honey...what do you want to know?" she asked.

I was close to her as I bravely ask her to teach me how to kiss. "Raj... why are you asking me that?" "Well I don't know" I said. "It's natural... you will know later when you get a girl" "What happen if I kissed her wrongly... the only person I can trust is you. You can teach me how to kiss. I never kissed before" I lied . She thought for a moment and said. "Don't tell anyone that I teach you how to kiss.. ok!" "Ok akka". "Raj.. All you have to do is met our lips...." Instantaneously I brought myself and parted my lips with hers. She gently held my head and kissed me and took of. "Akka...can I try a French kiss". Without her reply I kissed her with my tongue found her. Man....it was like heaven. She moan a little. She was breathing heavily. I hugged her as kissed her again and again. She as well returned me kisses and said "Raj...I don't know...but I love you." She whispered. I knew that was the turning point of our relationship. Her lips were now slippery. This was my first time I actually could draw out her body layout since the amount of hugging I had with her earlier. I could feel her mouth liquid replaced mine and it was so smooth in my mouth and all the way down my body. She was now lying her head on my chest on the sofa and told me. "You can feel free to ask me anything honey."

"What is menstrual?" I asked.

"Raj you are too young to know that!" she blushed a little, looking away.

"My biology book say that I should know now, besides I know they get period and... once a month I think..."

"Fine I'll tell you " she nodded. "Girls start to menstruate between age 7-15 or sometimes later..."

"When did you start menstruate, sister?" I asked. "No! and stop asking this... I started menstruated at the age of 12, ok!" she screamed

"Raj this is my personnel matter... now just concentrate," her voice hardened.

"How often do you menstruate now? " I asked again.

"I have an earlier cycle 25days? " she looked at me. "Not as often as you think..." she smiled.

"Are you menstruating now? " I asked curiously.

"Yes " she said shyly. All pieces of puzzle were matched together when I came to know that she was having a period. She caught me staring at her.

Knowing her start age menstruated made my dick to stand. The little bulge through my shorts showing me the sign of excitement. There was a total silence in the room until she...

" Just promise me that you won't tell any of my personnel matter.".

"Yes sister, not a word," I promised and asked her "Sister can i see your menstruating pundai"

"Now that is way too personnel,But I shall show you " she responded. At time to time she would move herself a little to adjust her shorts.

"Well Raj, I will show you my menstruating pundai," she said sarcastically. I was shocked by her words "But Raj, I need you to do something for me before that.," she asked.

"Anything sister..." I said eagerly waiting for her request.

"Your broinlaw was very good in giving massage, he gave me a massage on that day; when I had my period. It was so wonderful, like he knows my body. He said that, that was natural for his generation. Now you may have give me massage too. All you have to do is follow my instruction." She explained.

I agreed to her needs.

Sister took me to her bedroom which was so cold as she to get ready. She started to get changed in front of me. Exposing her breasts, then dropping her skirts leaving on her bulky panty.Maybe the bulkness of her panty was due to her padding her pundai with mestrual pads.Then she covered waist-below with a towel. I felt my dick pushing through my underwear-less shorts. To make matter worst, she saw it.

"Take off your shirt," she said.

She poured her trust on me. She handed me an oil based lubricant, which has a sign 'made in India'.

"I trust you with all my heart." She added. I didn't know if I was trust worthy. I stood there studying her topless body. At this age, her body has a unique tender shape. Her tummy was flat, oversized breast and a nice colored white skin tone.

"Ready? " she called.

"Yeah, Sister..."

"Pour the lubricant over my chest and go along my shoulder..." she instructed.Slowly I started to caress her shoulder. Her legs started to rub one another and her hands were at the side of her waist rubbing. Light traces of my finger to her neck made her to breathe deep air, inhaling the fragrance of the lubricant . The movement of her legs had somehow loosened the knot of her towel. She made no attempt to tighten. Without further instructions, I journeyed up to her mountains. Reaching to the peeks the mountains, I poured more onto her taut nipples. Circling her nipples with both my thumbs and feeling her hard pointing nipples as her response. "Oh... my... harder!" she demand. Her breasts were filled with a thick coating of lubricant. I started to run my rough palm over her slippery nipples which made her jerk and tremble, pinching them playfully. The knot of her towel had fallen apart exposing her bulky panty. Her legs were freed from the restriction of the towel, spreading them wide and proud. My dick was getting longer as it reached out from my shorts.

I went over her bed and centered, taking the empty room that her legs left for. On my knees, I started dragging down my heavy palm down to her stomach and cleaning her belly button to give her a sensation. All I could hear was her breathing, she was silenced. I felt her hairless legs brushing against my hairy ones stroking beside. Going lower down to her band of her panty, into her restriction area, feeling her cozy soft tampon which was properly laid beneath her panty. Gently giving it a squeeze that made her bit her lower lip and started to cry. Her hands met mine, lowering her panty down to show her womanhood. Taking control from her, sliding down her panty, I saw a light brown stain on the tampon. Her period was not heavy or it might not started at all. Her hands were now rubbing her soft watery lips as I almost took of her panty.I felt a smell oozing from her pundai.Yes the same smell I had when I hide inside my sister's skirt.I was turned on by her menstrual smell.

She laid there totally naked while, I was also naked now.

"Honey, let have our limits..." she cautioned.

"If you were to... cum, don't do it on me." She cautioned again.

"Come here..." she whispered. Bringing my face to hers, I felt the heat from hers. She cupped my cheeks with her soaked hands and crushed her mouth against mine. Her kiss was so intense until I started shooting over her stomach. My body landed on hers as my dick was on her stomach and my balls were on her silky wet pubic hair.

"My goodness ... you're naked!" she started to aware. She didn't know I came on her while we had out intense kiss.

"Just try to be careful by not inserting it into me," she warned. I brought my hand to her womanhood, touching her silky pubic hair and went lower. She stopped me from going further down to her canal.

"Why don't you do my back(kundi)..." she avoided me from exploring her womanhood(pundai).

She was on her back, showing off her chubby buttocks(kundi). I did not concentrate her back much but only when I saw her ass mountains at a closeup, I saw how beautiful my sister is made there.I went down to her buttock. Spreading her kundi cheeks, I found her glory anus. Pouring the lubricant over her buttock, massaging and squeezing. It was time for me to check out her anus. Placing a finger on it....

"No!..." she said before I started to push.

"But sister... I'm not going to have intercourse, just inserting my finger..."

"I would rather prefer you to play with my vagina."

She turned around, presenting her swollen menstuating vagina.

"Raj, go ahead, remove the tampoon... " she encouraged.

Touching her narrow slit, pushing them apart, revealing her pink shinny regions.I could see the blood patches inside her pundai.I removed her tampoon by pulling the string towards me. Just above her slit, I saw a small knob. At this time, my fingers were already wet caressing her slit. Pushing up my finger to her small knob unexpectedly made her to tremble. My dick was building up its second erection.

Now I asked sister "How are babies born?I had studied in my biology book that sperm entering into vagina would make girls pregnant?" Sister told "Yes but the girl must be a big girl producing eggs from her ovaries". I asked "Sister where are the ovaries? on your body?" Sister pointed her stomach part and said it was laying somewhere beneath there.

Sister told, "O.K. I will teach you how to make baby by allowing you to put your sperm inside my vagina." I was surprised and asked, "You are my sister and what if you husband knows this".

Twist of the story :

Sister told,"Yes , he knows that i am going to make a baby with my baby brother". I asked how.She told that since their marriage of 5 years they cannot make a baby.The doctor had told that broinlaw's sperm count was very low and he cannot impregnate sister.So they planed to hire a man to donate his sperm to impregnate sister.

Sister had told about this idea to my mom.But mom told that why she has to go outside for hiring.Sister asked who can i hire then.Mom had told that since Raj is on his vacation holidays he can be used to impregnate sister. Sister had asked since he was a small boy he would not even have his erection,then how could he produce sperm.Mom had promised sister that she had seen my hardness in the early morning and even the sperm spilled over my bed.

After getting convinced sister had accepted to make her own kid brother as father of her child. Broinlaw was also accepted because the family secret would be inside the family. His impotency would also not be known to anyone.So he(broinlaw) had framed the drama of seducing her brother and fall into her menstruating vagina.

After telling the story Sister said "Before impregnating me, you should know about the female anatomy." "After the lesson you can put your sperm inside my vagina." "your broinlaw would come only after i give birth to our child".Now she lifted herself to provide great view to her brother.

Sister said "Now raju I am sorry for not taking you a tour on your sister's body.Sister shall show you everything about female anatomy".

Her huge tits hung nearly to the bed with the tips of the erect nipples just grazing the surface of the sheets as the enormous boobs swung back and forth. Electric waves of pleasure jolted through her with each swing.

The Pussy Exploration :

Lesson 1 is all about the three holy holes of your sister. First hole is the front hole of your sister.It is the front door to heaven.

Sister reached one hand back between her thighs.

"Give me your hand, Raju."

Sister took his hand and placed it on her wet pussy.

"Feel my pussy, Raju. Feel how wet I am. My pussy gets that way when I'm very excited, just like your dick gets hard when you're excited. Raju asked "Sister, Where is your pussy?"

She took his hand guiding over her cunt, and his fingers slipping in between the puffy lips of her wet gash. She guided him to her clit and said pussy is nothing but what you call vagina in your biology lessons.

"Feel that big bump, baby? That's my clit. You know how good it feels when you rub your dick when it's hard? Well, rubbing my clit when it's hard like that feels just as good to me. Rub it for me, sweetie. Gently..."

His fingers caressed her clit softly and she sighed with pleasure. She grabbed up one of her hanging tits and began to pinch and tug on the hard nipple as the erotic sensations of her brother's tongue writhing in her asshole as he stroked her sensitive clit pushed her through wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Lifting the big boob to her face she sucked her own nipple hard, thinking about how nice it was going to be to have her baby nursing on her tits again, even if she didn't have any milk to give him.

Reaching between her legs again she took his hand and guided it to her hole.

[RRahul]

She stretched out and turned on the lamp. I gasped as I was treated to the best view of her ass I had ever seen. I could see the dimples in her butt, and down between her legs I could see her pussy, glistening with the juices which oozed from her slit. My little dick was instantly harder than it had ever been before.

Without even looking at me she asked, "Do you like what you see, honey?"

"Oh, yes!"I said

Still not looking at me she reached behind her and, after caressing the big globes of her butt, she slowly started to pull her cheeks apart. I held my breath in anticipation, and as her dusky asshole was gradually exposed to my view I slowly released my breath in one long shuddering sigh of pleasure.

I watched her anus wink at me as my sister flexed her sphincter muscles.My eyes were glued to her asshole as she teased me with the view, and she smiled to see how totally mesmerized I was to her ass.

She spread her butt cheeks wide again and winked her asshole at me For some reason the idea of seeing me squirm as she skewered my ass with her fingers or various objects made her pussy throb and ooze. At last I had turned completely around and was facing her again with eyes fixed on her exposed asshole.

"Would you like to see the rest of it, too, brother?"; " Do you want to explore deep inside your akka's Buttocks baby?". "Oh, yes, sister, I do. I really do! You're so very pretty, and I especially love your bottom, akka."

"You like looking at my butt and seeing my asshole, don't you, Raju?"

"Uh, huh."

"Why don't you get closer and get a better look then "

I climbed onto the bed with sister and moved closer to put my face nearer her fat bottom. She flexed and wiggled her anal muscles for me as I gazed longingly at her hole.

"Why don't you hold my butt open, honey. It'll be easier for you since you're right there."

My hands were warm and moist when I gently placed them on the chubby globes of sister's ass, and I pushed softly on them to spread her cleft wider. With her own hands now free, Sister quietly worked one hand up underneath her and began to slowly stroke her tingling clit. Intense waves of pleasure flowed over her body and her juices flowed ever faster.

"Get closer, Raju," she whispered.

Raju crept nearer.

"You've been thinking a lot about my asshole, haven't you, honey? Dreaming about seeing it, touching it,smelling it ........"

"Uh, huh," he murmured dreamily.

"Get real close."

She could feel my warm breath on the moist flesh around her anus, and a shiver ran through her body.

"Sniff it, Raju. Smell my asshole."

She heard myself taking a long deep breath, inhaling the sweet aroma of her butt. I held the breath for a moment and then slowly exhaled, causing her again to feel the warmth of my breath on her ass. I sniffed deeply again, releasing it at last in a long shuddering exhalation.I was breathing my sister's asshole like sniffing a inhaler, used for relieving colds.

"That's it, brother. That's the beginning of what you've wanted for a long time, isn't it?"

"Uh, huh."

"You love my ass, don't you, sweetie?"

"Oh, yes, sister. I really do."

"Good, brother. Show me how much. Kiss my asshole."

This was the moment of truth. She waited, holding her breath, to see if I would really follow through. It wasn't long before she felt me moving, and then she felt the touch of my puckered lips pressing themselves against her buttocks opening.

Instantly an orgasm rippled through her body, and she moaned softly. I drew back quickly when I heard the different sound my sister made, thinking I had done something wrong to her backside.

"I'm sorry, sister. I din't mean to hurt you."

"No, brother, it's all right. You didn't hurt me at all. It just felt so good. In fact, I want you to do it again, okay?"

Without a word I moved to obey. As my lips pressed themselves against her hole again she shivered with pleasure.

"Use your tongue, Raju," she instructed. "Lick it. Stick your tongue in it and taste the sweet asshole."

She felt my tongue begin to circle around and lap at her hole before I opened my mouth wide and pressed the tip of my tongue through her anus. She squeezed my tongue with her rectal muscles and they both groaned in unison.She continued to massage my tongue with her sphincter as her fingers slithered in her dripping cunt. After she released my tongue, I said "sister, my tongue was caught inside i am afraid"

Sister told " brother I only played a little with your tongue.Don't be afraid.".Again gaining confidence raju plunged his head inside his sister's honey pot.

She slowly drew herself up onto her hands and knees.I managed to keep my tongue in her ass throughout the transition of position.

She tossed the covers back and crawled out over to me,her brother, letting her dangling breasts drag across my body. She stood beside the bed and stretched, then bent over and stretched in the general direction of the floor, knowing full well that I was right behind her and staring hungrily at her big bare butt and exposed asshole as she did so. She wanted me totally addicted to her ass.

Piss hole exploration :

"The next holy hole of sister is my piss hole.From this hole the holy water comes outside yous sister" sister said teasingly.

"Actually," he said, "I've been trying to figure out exactly where girls pee from. I mean, I can see where my pee comes out but I'm not sure about where it comes out on them."

"Well, there's a special little hole for that between the clit and the vagina. That's the big hole you put your hand into last night and the big bump you were rubbing before that. The pee comes out of the little hole," she explained.

"Oh. I didn't notice any other holes. Would you show me yours?"

"Ok, I guess. You'll have to lay down on the floor underneath me in order for me to really show you clearly, though."

I was on his back on the floor in seconds.

Sister stood astride my head and then squatted down over me. Reaching underneath herself she used one hand to spread her pussy lips and the other to point.

"Okay, this bump here is the clit. That's what you were rubbing last night that made me feel so good. And back here is my vagina, the hole that baby's come out of and that you put your hand into."

She smiled at him as she touched her anus. "Of course, you know what this is. My anus or asshole. That's where the poop comes out.Your back door way to heaven."

Finally she touched the barely visible opening of her urethra and said, "Here's the peehole. That's where girls pee from when they go. Like I have to go right now."

Before she could stand back up, though, Raju asked, "Can I see your pee come out of the hole?"

Sister noticed my dick twitch as I asked, and she remembered that I had been getting off observing her pee and shit sounds for some time while she was wounded, and she realized that it would be arousing for me to observe up close.

"Well, okay in that case, I guess. Are you ready?"

She knew the answer to that question just by looking at my dick pointing straight up at her.

"Uh-huh. I'm ready."

It took her a moment to relax the right muscles, but soon enough a little pee dribbled out of her peehole. It was followed by a bigger dribble, and then at last a stream shot out of the hole between her spread pussy lips. It splattered across my face, and before she could say anything I opened my mouth and let it fill up with her hot urine. She watched as I swallowed what I had caught and then let my mouth fill up again. As the last of her pee sprayed out onto my mouth I swallowed again.

"Where did you learn to do that, honey?"

"I know everything comes from you are sacred, Sister.So I considered your piss as eternal holy water.Is it okay?"

"Yes, sweetie, it's just fine for you to do that. I'll let you do it anytime you want."

"Did you see enough? Did you like it?"

She stood up and turned to leave the bathroom, saying, "Well, take a shower and clean yourself up, too. I'll have breakfast ready downstairs when you're done."

"Okay, sister," he mumbled.

The next morning

I rose from bed refreshed from the previous days activities. I went into...breakfast and sister was in her nightgown. My...breakfast was at the table. I leaned over and kissed Sister on the cheek and...caught a glimpse of her bare nipples. I took another bite of breakfast and looked eagerly towards sister...She said, "Wait untill you finish the breakfast." I said i want to have food on her naked body , sister removed her nightgown. She walked naked ass across the breakfast table...that made my cock snap to attention.I made sister lay on the floor and put the bread pieces on her belly.To my surprise sister told she had packed fruit jam inside her pussy and asshole.Then i took the jam form her pussy and asshole and spread it on the bread and finished my breakfast. I said "Sister I am thirsty.I need Water." Sister brought her crotch just above my mouth and said you can get your water from my hole.Saying this she started to piss and I positioned my head towards her piss stream and started to drink it. WoW it was hot sweet water mannn!!

Then Sister brought back a specimen cup from the...kitchen area where her purse was kept.

I asked, "Where and when did you get that?

She responded, "I dropped by my OB/GYN's office yesterday afternoon and made an...appointment for me today, since I have to confirm weather you can impregnate me with your sperm . Now move your chair back and let me get that important sample of sperm from you"

I slid my chair back and removed my boxers. She smiled as my hard-on came into...view. She knelt between my legs and started kissing my cock. Then she said,..."Please warn me before you cum so we can get a complete sample for the Doctor,...he will want to have it all." She then engulfed my cock with her mouth. She...worked her tongue around my cock and sucked hard pulling my cock every way. After 10 minutes, I gasped, "I'm about..." She placed the cup over...the head and finished me by jerking me off the rest of the way. I exploded and...filled the cup. I heard her softly counting "...thirteen, fourteen, and...fifteen." Then I stopped cumming. She let out whistle, "Yep, I need a new form...of contraception if this stuff is really potent. Impressive amount." She held up...the cup and I saw 20 cc's in the cup. Until now, I never cared how much sperm I...sprayed.

My cock was still hard. I grabbed Sister and sat her on my lap. I found out that...her pussy was soaking. I ground my cock against her. She gasped, "I need to get...this to the Doctor's office in the next 30 minutes. This small boy must wait until later."...She got up and moved off to get dressed. She poked her head out of their bedroom...door and said, "Get dressed if you are going to watch my exam and learn what...happens in the doctor's exam of a vagina. It will provide an excellent learning experience for you."

The Doctor's Office :

Sister and I walked into the Doctor's office and I sat down in the waiting room...She approached the check-in area. She handed over the paper bag with my sperm in...it. The Nurse smiled and said, "We will get right on it. Please have a seat and...we will call you." The nurse asked sister who this cute boy is.Sister told, "He is my little brother".

Sister sat beside me and smiled. She picked up a magazine and started to read...It seemed like an hour. The Nurse came to the door and called "Mrs. Priya."...Sister rose and motioned for me to follow. The Nurse asked, "Is your kid brother coming in?"...sister nodded yes. We stopped while Sister was weighed and had her temperature...taken. Then she and I were shown into an Examination room. The Nurse said, "Mrs...Priya you need to disrobe and put on the gown and sit on the table. Boy, you...need to sit over there." pointing to the corner stool. She left and closed the...door.

Sister disrobed, she was naked, and my cock started getting hard. She then put...on the gown and then sat on the table. She told me, "Keep your cock in your...pants, we'll take care of you later."

The Doctor walked in and said, "Good Morning Mrs. Priya, I see we have a visitor...today."

Sister said, "This is my kid Brother Raju and I am educating him in what happens at a...woman's appointment. Could you explain the exam to him?"

The Doctor replied, "Not a problem. I wish more Elder Sisters would do this for their...little brothers it would take care of some of the mystery of the OB/GYN. Now we had a...Sperm sample of yours that we ran through the LAB. The results are really quite amazing. The...sample had to be two samples."

Sister stated, "No just one sample, I took it myself. How potent is it?"

"Well, the sperm count is quite higher then normal. Your husband seems to have...increased his output quite a bit. It was 20 cc's and the last count your husband...had was only 10 cc's." replied the Doctor. "What has changed in his diet?"

"It is not my husband's sample. It is Raju's sample. I told you that I was...educating him this summer." replied my Sister.

"Then, we do need to talk in private after the exam." stated the Doctor.

With that he motioned for me to move closer and he explained the Exam process to...me. He inserted a device called a speculum in to Sister's vagina. He manuvered...the speculum around and opened Sisters vagina. He the took a swab of her cervix...and said they would sent it to the LAB for a PAP Test. I looked and watched the...Doctor work on Sister. Then the Doctor removed the speculum and inserted his...fingers for an internal Exam. He told me he was feeling the ovaries and the...uterus. Then the Doctor asked, "have you been giving yourself breast Exams."

Sister stated, "Yes and could you show Raju how we do that as well?"

The Doctor opened Sister's gown and felt up her breasts for any lumps. Boy, was...my cock getting really hard in my pants. The Doctor completed her the Exam and...indicated to Sister, "Please get dressed I will be back." The Doctor left the...room. Sister asked me, "Please hand me my purse." I thought she was getting a...tissue to clean off all of the KY jelly. "Come over here, and drop your pants." she instructed me. "Now take your cock...and fuck me right now!"

I slid into her in one smooth motion. Her pussy was open and ready and slick. I...thought I felt her cervix. She explained to me, "most women are nervous with...male OB/GYN's since they could be bangd this easy. The Stirrups and the position...of the woman is perfect for a Doctor to take advantage of the relationship. Now...finish before the Doctor returns" I could not believe what Sister was allowing...me to do. I was fucking her in a near public place. People were around. It sent...me over the top. I exploded my load into her vulnerable vagina. I pulled back up...my pants. Sister got dressed. The Doctor returned.

"Please wait here While your Sister and I talk in private."

Sister and the Doctor left to talk. I waited in the Exam Room. After a few...minutes Sister returned. She took me to the Doctor's office. As I entered The...Doctor motioned me to sit down.

The Doctor said, "Son, your sperm count is so potent you need to make certain to...utilize at least a condom, if not the Pill with every young lady you have sex...with in the future or you will have the girl in trouble by getting her pregnant...We would like to propose to you to get a collection of your sperm once a week...We will pay you $300 for each sample. . You can be a donor for many women so...that they can have babies. You are of exceptional potency and the amount of...sperm in your semen is very high. You and your Sister should discuss this...proposition and let us know. Please make certain you utilize condoms or the girl...is on the Pill before intercourse."

Sister and I left the office. I had a new feeling of power. My cock was still...hard from watching my Sister's exam and hearing what the Doctor said about me...Sister waited until we were in the car before speaking. "Raju, I now know how...extremely potent you are. We have to be certain of the birth control measures...you employ with other females. I will stop at the Store and pick up condoms for...you."

"Does this mean I have to use them with you while you are educating me?" I...asked.

"I hope you have not made me pregnant with what we have done so far. If I am...pregnant baby would be yours. She stated. "I will make sure that...you know how to use the condoms correctly, meaning we will show you twice. Then...I will continue to use the diaphragm until my period. Then I will have to start... have your perfect cock...and explode your sperm in me."

We stopped at the Store to get a few things. We got back to the house. I went to our bedroom. I wanted to lay down and relax. Sister came in naked in 10 minutes. She...tossed me a large box of condoms. "Want to try these?" In her other hand was her...diaphragm kit. "Your choice, baby"

I chose the condoms for this time. She placed the kit on the table and told me,..."I will teach you how they should be put on" She opened the box of condoms and...then opened the package and rolled on my erect cock. She laid back and motioned me to...enter her. As I slid into her I felt less sensation. We rocked back and forth...for 30 minutes. Sister was having orgasms I could not feel how wet she was with...my cock. I got near and blew my load in the condom.

Sister instructed me to remove the condom with my cock. Then she eased it off...me. I was amazed at what she did next. She turned it up and let it run into her...mouth and swallowed all of the sperm in the full condom. She exclaimed, "I will...never waste your sperm. You will cum in me or I will swallow the seed of my brother...I will be right back." She left the room.

She returned to bedroom and laid down on bed. She kissed me on the mouth and...caressed my manhood. I asked "What did you do?" Her reply was "I...douched to be fresh. Will you lick my clit?"

"Sure, I would love to" I responded. She straddled my face and presented her...pussy for my licking. She took hold of the headboard. I started licking her warm...pussy paying attention to her entire pussy including he clit. I took it into my...mouth and sucked on it. She started to moan and she got wetter as she neared...orgasm. As she entered her orgasm I felt her juices flow into my mouth. She...climbed off my mouth. I...rolled another condom on my erection. I then climbed on top of her and slide...home in a smooth stroke. She gasped and moaned into her orgasm. I pounded her...womb for all it was worth. We did it for 30 minutes. The sensation of the condom...was not good for me. I blew my next load into the condom. After a moment I...pulled out and she unrolled the condom and gulped down my semen. She laid back and asked, "Please fill...Sister full again."

"My pleasure", I stated as I slid home. "I prefer the natural feeling of skin on...skin. I don't like the feel of condoms at all!"

"Most men do like the feel without a condom", Sister stated flatly. "Now send...me to the stars, baby!"

I started pumping my cock into her wet and ready womb. I started slowly. Pausing...at the opening and quickly sliding to the bottom and feeling the resistance of...her diaphragm as I got to the bottom. I slowly picked up the pace of the thrust...and she worked her hips thrust against me. Soon she started her orgasms. They...rose and continued to rise and then went one on top of the other. When they...rolled on top of each other her eyes rolled back and she seemed to pass out. I...kept pounding her pussy for all it was worth. After a while I neared my own...orgasm. I blew another 15 spurts of potent semen deep in her pussy. I collapsed...on top of her and we lay there recovering.

FISTING Sister :

Now after our luch Sister called me and said "Brother Since my periods have stopped I will show how to fist your Sister's pussy". Saying this asked me to start exploring her vagina with my fingers one by one.

It felt so good to her, and she urged him to use more fingers and reach deeper. Moments later she gasped with pleasant surprise as she felt his whole hand slide into her. But at the moment it was just an incredibly great sensation to be filled the way she was.

"Oh, yesss, Raju! That's very good! Now push your hand deeper."

She felt his hand and arm slide into her cunt until he had reached her cervix. She let him feel and explore the depths of her cunt, and explained that he was touching the outside of the womb where he had developed into a baby. It was like having an enormous cock with fingers writhing in her pussy, and she felt herself beginning to lose control. Laughingly she asked "Raju did you hit any treasure inside akka's buttocks?"

"Pull your hand back now, sweetie. Not all the way out, leave just the hand inside my hole. Now push it back in until you touch the cervix again. Yes, baby, like that!"

"Now do it again. This time make your hand into a fist, okay?"

She felt his hand move inside her as he complied and then moaned softly as she felt his fist begin to plunge back and forth in her deep hole.

"That's it, honey! Just like that. Keep doing it until I tell you to stop."

His arm and fist were thrusting in and out of the depths of her cunt like an enormous cock, and she quickly felt the onset of an orgasm like she had never known. With every thrust of his fist into her she clamped her asshole tight around his tongue, and she was squeezing and massaging his arm as it slid back and forth between her pussy lips as the 10-year-old fist fucked her vagina. She looked forward to having him do the same thing to her asshole one day soon, thinking how much he was going to love it, too.

Thinking about having her brother's hand and arm in her ass pushed her over the edge then, and a tremendous orgasm slammed through her body. She began bouncing around, thrusting herself back against the boy's arm and coating it with the juices which she could feel pouring from her inner recesses. She collapsed onto her pillow, pressing her face into it to muffle the scream which was bursting from her throat; she didn't want to frighten her brother or make him think he was hurting her. That might make him stop and that was the last thing she wanted him to do right then. She could feel him struggling to keep his tongue in her ass and at the same time continue the fist fucking he was giving her as she writhed with orgasmic pleasure, and she didn't want to complicate things any more.

At last the wave expended itself and she began to slowly wind down. She had her brother push his hand as deep into her pussy as he could and told him to just leave it right there while she caught her breath. When she was through shivering she squeezed his tongue and released it out of her rectum, like a prisoner released from jail. Then slowly had him pull his arm out of her cunt. Finally she flopped her heavy body over on her side and patted the bed near her.

"Come up here beside me, baby." I squirmed up to sit where she indicated. "Now what you did is called fisting a woman in pussy" she said.Then she slept unaware of my eager eyes on her pussy.

She asked, "How did you like that session?"

"It was wonderful. When can I spurt my sperm in your pussy to make you pregnant?" I asked.

We will talk about getting me pregnant in the...future. We have to calculate and plan when it would fruitfull to inject your sperm that I would surely be pregnant." She got up and moved to her...bathroom. As usual I slept inside my sister's buttocks cheeks. My education continued the next...day.

The next day

When I woke Sister...was having tea at the table and my breakfast was waiting for me. I sat down...after kissing sister good morning.

I started the conversation with, "Sister, I really want to make you pregnant with my baby making sperm!" was my...reply.

"I too love the explosion of a man in my womb".she said

"Either I let you try to get me pregnant starting next month, or when...Mom returns from Madurai".

"I want to get you pregnant, first. Then I want the Doctor to know I made you...pregnant."

She moved to me and started sucking on my cock with her mouth. She licked the...head and kissed the shaft and kissed and sucked my balls. She paid a lot of...attention to my cock. It got really hard. Then she went down on it all the way...I knew I could not take much more of it. She swirled her tongue around my cock...It felt wonderful. I told Sister, "I'm going to cum real soon. Like now" I...started spurting and Sister swallowed all of it.

Ten days later

I woke up this morning and went to breakfast. Sister was sitting at the table. I sat down after kissing her good morning. I...noticed that she was wearing panties today. I asked, "How are you this morning?"

Sister said, "Good news my period started today." I said akka I don't believe you You just had your periods. Akka removed her panties and opened her legs wider To show her pussy that had started menstruation.

I went closer to mom's crotch and saw Sister's beautiful blood stained reddish cunt. I could even smell the feminine smell of my Sister.

"Sister, I think that's great," was my response.

"However, I am leaning towards letting...you give me a baby. I will let you know after my period." she said

Six days later

I woke-up from my Sister's buttocks and went in and took my morning piss. I then went to down to...breakfast.. I leaned over to kiss Sister...good morning. As I was dong so I noticed that she was not wearing panties. I got...a good look at her breasts and my cock sprang to attention. I said, "Good...morning Sister! I see your period is over."

She stood and removed her nightgown. I embraced her in a passionate hug and deep...kiss. She slide my boxer's down. "Raju, I want your cock in me now!"

I placed her on the table and moved my cock towards her waiting pussy. She...leaned back and presented herself to me. I rubbed my raging cock between her...legs and slide the head just inside her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me...and pulled me deep into her pussy.

"How does that feel, Baby?" She inquired. "Does it feel any different today?"

"It feels wet and wonderful" was my only response. "You are going to get your wish, Baby. "Fill me with your potent seed and make me pregnant, Baby!"

This drove me to new heights in passion. I started pounding her pussy with my...long cock strokes. I did not feel the resistance and hopped I...would make her pregnant within the month. I knew I could. I felt every ridge of...her pussy. Sister stated, " Put the fire out on my womb with your fire hose."...She was in a continuous orgasm right when I started blowing my load deep in her...womb. I ripped through that orgasm and kept pumping my cock deep in her womb...with no rest. We kept at it for the next 30 minutes. Sister moaned every orgasm...and then I blew my second load into her pussy while I had her legs dbangd over...my shoulders.

When we both finished we took a pause. I kissed Sister deeply. "That's just a...sample of what your are going to get for the next month! You will be so...pregnant, that the kid will be born pregnant if it is a girl." What I did not...tell her was that I was going to knock up my sister as well.

Her response was, "I know, I know."

We moved to her bed for the next injection.

A week later

I woke up to a blow job. Sister was working on my cock. She then moved her pussy to my mouth. I started licking...her woman hood. I licked her clit to orgasm. She turned around and placed my...throbbing cock in her flowing pussy. I glided into her as she ground her clit...against me.

The next three days(after 13 days from starting of periods first day) are real important towards our goal. "This is my most...fertile time of the month. Give me all of your loads deep in me." Sister requested me.

I grabbed her and rolled us over and thrust deep into her and stated, "I will...give your womb such a cum shower you might be pregnant for the rest of your...life." I spread her legs wider and pushed her knees up to her breasts and...pounded her pussy for 20 minutes. She was on the verge of passing out from...orgasms. I was so close I told her, "This load will knock you up so much." I...blew 15 ropes of potent sperm into her waiting fertile pussy. I laid deep in her...pussy holding my sperm in her so it would not escape. She started moaning in an...orgasm, "I know you just made me pregnant!" Her pussy just started to milk ever...drop of sperm out of me. I stayed still enjoying the feeling of her pulsing...vagina. Then, I just had to stroke in and out because of the milking her pussy...was doing to me. When I started to move, the feeling was too much because I blew...a second load deep in her womb.

We laid together for a while this time, because when I woke my cock was inside...her keeping the semen deep in her. I rolled her on top of me and she started to...move her hips wanting more. She rode me for 20 minutes while having orgasms, boy...could she have orgasms.

After a few more minutes, I could feel my own orgasm building to a peak. I told...her, "I'm ready to cum any time now." That's when she changed positions to where...she was squatting over my cock and then she drove my cock deep in her womb. I...could feel I was deeper. I felt her cervix rub against the head of my cock and...this sent me over the top after 3 deep penetrations. I blew my third load deep...in her pussy.

After we caught our breaths we got up and noticed it was 2 PM and we were both...hungry. We had lunch and went to my bedroom for a last deposit of the day.

Over the next 2 days I gave Sister's womb the cum bath to end all cum baths. We...slacked off to twice a day for the rest of the month. Needless to say Sister...missed her next period. She was happy about knowing I had made her pregnant.

At the Doctor's Office Two Months later

Sister had made the appointment the prior month. The Doctor wanted to make sure...she was pregnant. Sister and I went in for the appointment. The Doctor looked me...in the eye and asked if the baby was mine. Sister answered, "He is the only male...I have been having unprotected sex with since my last period. My husband is outstation for his job."

The Doctor asked, "What was the purpose of getting your Sister pregnant?"

I responded, "It was my broinlaw's request,since he was not able to impregnate my Sister ." Sister laughed and said, "Yes dactor we only seduced him to make me pregnant".

The Doctor asked, "How many times did you all have sex?"

Sister said, "I just could not stop having him filling my womb with sperm each...day."

The Doctor indicated, "I need to examine you to see how far along you are with...your pregnancy. Please get positioned for me." Sister was already in the gown...She positioned herself on the table. The Doctor found out what Sister meaning...about having her pussy filled with my sperm. He responded, "Well, I guess you...filled her this morning." He continued his exam of Sister.

After a couple of minutes, the Doctor did a breast and pelvic exam and Sister...was still on the table. "Well, Mrs. Priya you are sure...pregnant now. You will be due in April." Indicated the Doctor. "Son we need to talk...about what you propose. I am looking for Sperm Donors to help with my fertility...clinic. Mrs. Priya I need some relief from your exam, I seem to have gotten...rather aroused."

I heard a zipper being unzipped. The Doctor let his pants drop to the floor and...I heard Sister gasp. I moved to the side of the table and watched as the...Doctor's cock was entering my Sister's waiting pussy. He was not any larger that I...was.

Sister stated, "OK Doctor, this time only and only since I cannot get anymore...pregnant."

The Doctor said, "I've been wanting to make a deposit in you ever since you...started coming to this practice."

With that he crammed the rest of his cock into Sister's vagina. He started quick...thrusting movements. I knew he would not last long. In about 5 minutes and prior...to Sister having her first orgasm the Doctor blew his load in her already...pregnant pussy.

Later in the evening after they went home. Weeks had passed by and she was three months old pregnant.

Some women look overwrought when pregnant, showing the weight of the demands pregnancy places on their bodies. Other women bloom like flowers, glowing with the radiance of the life growing within them. Sister was in the latter category. Her face was positively beaming with the promise of life, and her slender figure blossomed into Rubenesque proportions with Sister's already large breasts became heavier and fuller.

Her buttocks had it's new pear-shaped looked. She was no longer wearing blouse but nightgown. She had stopped wearing panty and bra due to the pregnancy effect and discomfort. She was getting weaker as, I was doing all the household things. She was very grateful with me, not even her husband would do this when he's around. Our relationship was getting closer both i and Sister lived and slept nude in the house.

One day Sister called Mom and told that she is three months pregnant. Mom told she would come immediately to take care of pregnant Sister.

After mom came I and sister began to wear clothes around, Because we are shy of nude with Mom around.

Mom had told me that I should take very well care of Sister since there is no one except us. A month later, Sister was complaining saying she needed a bigger bra. She removed her shirt showing me her trapped breasts inside her tight bra. Her breasts have taken a new shape since the last time I saw. Much more bigger and a strong pointed nipples which I could see pointing through from the fabric of her bra. I suggested that she could uses mom's bra. (Mom was bigger size than Sister in all ways was. Mom was 5'4, plump, widen hips, slim legs like Sister but a little fatter and a bigger pear type breasts.)

On that night, mom and us were all in the same room. Sister requested for mom's bra. Mom at first hesitated but later she agreed. Casually mom slid her nightgown below and took off her silk black bra. Being shocked that mom actually took off her bra in front of me made me sexually excited. Mom breasts was gigantic, slightly saggy but her nipples were dark brown and big. Her areola was a bit rough not smooth like Sister's. Casually like mom, Sister took off hers and put on mom's. It did fit well but I could not get the glimpse of her breasts since it was too fast.

"You know Sister, it better to sleep without clothes when your are pregnant. It may relieve whatever pain you have during the night." Mom advised. A sudden tightness in my shorts occurred by mom's statement.

"Already I and raju have been like that only,we are shy to be naked before you." Sister stammered.

"There's nothing to shamed off, you're going to sleep with your own brother.Let me also get nude so that you two are not embarrassed " mom pointed out. When mom shed all her clothes I saw my mom's Buttocks were bigger that my sister's.Each of Mom's Butt halves were equal to one Jack fruit.

That night all three of us were naked but cover with a single blanket. I felt really shy lying between two naked females. If I were to face Sister, I might do something stupid. I faced my direction to my mom. My erection was to the max. I tried to cover as I could. Facing mom as my wet erection accidentally touched her belly button made her eyes opened and she looked at me.

"Feeling so cold, honey..." mom whispered. I just nodded to secure myself. Unexpectedly mom moved closer to me. "Raju, I usually have something to hug with while I'm asleep, just positioned yourself comfortably so that I can hug you." She whispered. I felt really frighten... what happen if I would cum on her.

"By the way... put your...your penis below me, I don't want it to get trapped between our stomach." She ordered. Uncontrollably I positioned my penis below mom and tried not touching her vagina. Mom must be crazy for me to put my penis below her... what happen if I could touch her private parts. Mom came very close to me and brought her knee above my side hips. As a result of her movement, my penis made contact with mom's vagina. An electrifying shock merged in me as I tried to move back. "It's ok honey, I don't mind. You are my son, I'm sure nothing will go wrong", she smiled as she whispered. I felt her heat on my penis. Mom's pussy was bald like Sister's. I even felt the moistness of her bald pussy. Her crack was slightly opened which made my dick to positioned between there. I would tend to move a little which unexpectedly cause a fiction between our private parts.

"Are you feeling comfortable..." mom asked while moving her hips.

"I'm sorry mom... it's just I end up moving there... Can I put my hands over your body..." I asked.

"Of course you can honey, don't worry about rubbing me there, just go to sleep." She ran her warm hands across my bare buttock. I did the same, running my warm palm across her buttock made her come closer. Her breasts were in contact with my hard chest. Penis was pushing against her crack. My palm was on the crack of her buttocks unknowably massaging there.

"Honey... are you find difficulties sleeping..." she whispered.

"I... I guess so. I'm afraid my erection might... go inside...." I stammered. I thought mom would throw me out of bed. Instead she moved much more closely as she took my penis and rubbed over her slit. It felt so wonderful.

"Shhh! We don't want to wake your sister." She smiled. I felt the opening of her moist slit and I tired to push. Mom however never let me go in her and stopped. "No! Raju... what are you trying to do!" she looked mad.

I got froze for a moment. "I thought..." I paused...

"Raju I just wanted to make you cum, that's all. How could you have an idea like that." she said. I apologized to her and she started to rub me again. I could feel mom's warm breath against my nose. It didn't take long for me, I started spraying my rich seeds over her slit and made a mess around her cunt. Mom's hand was coated with my sperms. My body tensed was no more. I felt much more relaxed. No a word came from us. It was total silence. Mom did not wash her self but remained sleeping with me. It was around 3 am, I woke up from a dream. I saw mom was fast asleep under the dim light.

My erection got it's strength back, demanding me for one more round. I started to run my palm against her buttocks. Slowly I began to run it down her buttock's crack where I found her anus. Mom was still sleeping. My erection started to hit against mom's slit. I started to play with her anus by circling it around and then going lower to her vagina.

"What are you doing?" a low voice tone came from mom. She felt my penis against her slit. All she did was remove my hand from there and she started to do the same thing, stroking it against her. She rubbed my penis hard against her slit. Each stroke she made, the harder my penis is pressed. It took almost six strokes to make the head of my penis positioned inside her. She stopped. Guess she fell asleep. I felt my penis about to slip out without support... I pushed a little as it went in feeling her warm walls. Another inch was made and I felt warm and moist inside her. I moved my body towards her as I got all my length in her and started to rock. Mom signed. My hard penis blew inside her and she was not aware of what was going on. Here I am fucked both mom and sister. I never felt this good in my entire life.

Next morning, everything went on fine. We were having our breakfast. Sister told mom that she felt rather uneasy around 5 am. Mom comforted her saying that was normal for a pregnant lady. Mom in fact suggested that she should go for a mild massage. Sister agreed and mom took her to the room. A few moments later I was called in. There I saw mom and Sister were totally naked. Tightening was building through my shorts. Mom told that I should learn the therapy that she's going to perform to Sister. Mom started to stoke Sister tight buttocks, feeling the smoothness texture of her skin. Sister was very relaxed and calm. I on the other hand was not so comfortable in my shorts. Carefully I removed my shirts not distracting them. "Turn over," mom whispered. "I'll do your tummy."

"That's where I feel worst," said Sister while turning herself. I almost fainted when I saw mom taking the vibrator. Never that I knew mom used a vibrator. "You know, this is the tool I have that can satisfy me compare to having sex with men," proudly mom said. Sister was as shocked as I am. Slowly Sister opened her legs exposing the delicate pink flesh. I saw a little moisture dewing the pink flare lips of Sister. I guess Sister was no so shocked as I expected. Mom let the vibrator move down and touched the inside of Sister's thighs. Mom paused and waited for Sister's response. Sister's eyes were just shut. Her moistness were getting heavy. Shifting the position of the vibrator, mom brought it to the tender skin between the thigh and pubis. Sister started to shiver. Mom acted as if I was not there. She did not turn to me and she was not aware that I was already getting fully naked.

"Take it easy Sister, just relax," mom comforted. Sister just nodded unable to speak and her eyes were still shut. Mom moved the vibrator higher to her clit, which made Sister suddenly tremble. Mom would have moved the vibrator away but she didn't.

"That where the best feelings are," mom whispered. "Trust me and let yourself go..." Sister's juice were starting to drip from her vagina. In few seconds later Sister started shuddering and gasping feeling as is she's going to burst right open. I went closer to see the sexy movement of my sister as she was pleasured. Mom was unable to concentrate the vibrator at Sister's clit. Sister's moistness had spread all over her vagina making the vibrator to slip down into her tunnel. Sister's voice started to be shaky as she moaned. Mom breath got heavier. It was time I started to shift my concentration to mom. Mom's tits were hard and I saw the light path of her moistness spread beneath the cotton of the bed sheet. Seems mom was also having a good time. The fact that really got me excited was mom started to finger herself. I was in the middle of two women who were reaching for orgasm. Mom was no longer in a position to give pleasure to Sister. All mom did was thrust the vibrator in Sister as Sister continued from there.

Mom laid flat on the bed with her two taut nipples pointing to the ceiling. Mom's eyes were staring at mine. "Come here," mom called spreading her legs giving me room. Her pink lips were now visible and moist. I went over her body as I part my lips with hers. Kissing her passionately, mom let my tongue in her mouth. Her hands found my erection beneath her vagina and she started to rub against her slit like she had done last night. My tongue fought with hers violently. I felt the heat from her warm soft body yet so comforting. Sister never seems to pay attention with us but she was still fucking herself with the vibrator. Mom positioned the head of my penis to her hard clit as she rubbed forcefully. I was on her like a dummy but enjoying the sensation. Frequently mom starts kissing while she rubs my penis against her womanhood. I would try to increase pressure for a better effect. All we did was action nothing was spoken. Her vagina become intense moist as our juices mixed. Mom was reluctant to have me inside her. I could feel her vagina swell with pleasure. Her nipples were more taut. I would try to push in a little but she held my penis tight. "Please mom... let me do it once," I begged her. Still reluctant she'd only rub against her. I begged again saying I'll only do once and then take it out.

With some hesitation surprisingly she guided my penis to her entrance. I pushed slowly inside her, feeling the warmness of her pussy walls contracting against my penis. Mom moaned out aloud as she strained to open her secret place deep inside her to give me room for my long penis. I was deep inside her fulfilling her deepest sexual area that no men ever did. She signed trying to catch her breath. Her hands kneaded my buttocks forcing me to go in further inside her. There was no return, I found my dream place.I was again back to my birth place.The mother hole I felt that I was going to cum any moment. I tried to withdraw but mom locked me with her legs. "Let it go..." Mom cried. "All of it inside me...".

Emptying every drop of hot cum inside her as she panted. Mom started to cry relieving her all her tension loads from her memory. Lying beside mom and Sister with my moist penis. I assume Sister was already sleeping not knowing what just happen.

Mom prepared lunch for us after our sexual activities. That month Mom missed her periods. I was happy that I Impregnated both my Mom and Elder Sister.

Since then I was fucking both my Mom and Sister. We three never wore any clothes.At night I was sandwiched in between my naked mom and sister. Since they both are pregnant their large bellies would brush against me. I would lay on the top of my mom's pregnant belly sometimes.

I fucked my elder Sister till the day when she gave birth to a Boy. Now she had started to produce milk from her breasts. Daily at morning My Sister would feed me with her milk, While at night I drank my mom's piss. Now I began to use my mom's Kundi as a pillow for my head at night. I explored my mommy's asshole every night.

One day after three months, when I was fucking my mom hardly, She screamed wildly.I was afraid but Sister came for help ,Sister told mom was having her labour pain". That was the first time I am going to see a woman giving birth to a baby. I saw mom shouting making her hips wide and pulsating with her buttocks heaving up and down. After some time the baby started to come outside with the head first out. Blood was all the bed and when the baby came out,we found it to be a baby girl.

[RRahul]

This how mom looks

This is how my sis looks

[RRahul]

Sadness of Widow Indian Mother



This is a true story of myself and my widow mother. I am Imran Khan, 22 years old and live in Lucknow. In our house, there lives my Ammijaan Nafisa and my sister Aamna.

My sister is about 24 years old but due to poverty in the house, we are still not able to get her married yet. My father Abdul Mehboob had died about 3 year back in a road accident. He was hospitalized for many months, before his death, which drained all of our savings in the bank, but he could not survive.

I was studying in graduation then, but due to depleting financial position of the house, I had to give up my education and now I am working I a small factory on a smaller salary.

The medical bills of my father had rendered us poor and my meager salary is just sufficient to make the both ends meet in our home. Due to our orthodox '. culture, there is no chance of my Ammijaan or sister to go out and do some job. So due to this we are still unable to save for his dowry and get her married.

In our city, the ladies wear burqa out of house, but within the walls of house, there are free to wear normal suits.

Now let me tell a bit about my Ammijaan and sister. My sister Aamna is 24 years old, standing about 5'-3", with a slim body and a beautiful face. She is so sexy but I have never ever thought of her in that way. She is very strict and being elder to me, she normally bullies me. She is annoyed with the financial position of family, because due to which she is still unmarried. So she is normally angry and irritated always.

My Ammijaan is about 45 years old and a bit obese. She is chubby, but as she is tall lady of 5'-6", with a fair color, she doesn't look plump. She has very big boobs and a very vast ass. Though she wears burqa outside, but she wears normal suits at home. Though she was of very happy nature and always smiling, but now after my father's death, she is normally in a sad and gloomy mood.

I always thought and she is sad because of my father's death and worried about the marriage of my sister.

Though my Ammijaan is a sexy lady but I never thought of her in a sexy way. I was also getting horny due to my age, but knew that there is no chance of my marriage till my sister, so I had befriended a girl from the neighborhood and had fucked her many times in our house, when my Ammijaan and sister were out for something.

I am only male in the family, so I used to bring all the household shopping as grocery or vegetables, while coming back from office. This is my routine.

Many a times I have found my Ammijaan sitting in a sad mood. I try to make her happy, but she is as such. This makes me sad.

One day, my sister had gone to one of her friends in locality, and my Ammijaan was alone in the house. She might have forgotten to latch the door from inside. I was not feeling well, so I took half day leave from office and came back earlier.

I opened the main door and went inside but could not find my sister or mother. I went to my sister's room but it was empty. Then I went to my mother's room. It was closed but not bolted from inside.

Some strange noises were coming out from inside. I was surprised and thought that some thief might have broken in.

I opened the door and entered inside. As I entered the room, I felt like a nuclear bomb exploded on my head.

There inside the room, was standing my chubby mother. Her salwar was open and was lying near her feet. She was standing near the bed, and with one hand she was holding her shirt up near her boobs. As her salwar was lying on feet and shirt was up, so her cunt (Choot) was all nude and before my eyes. As she was standing facing me, so her cunt (Choot) was in full view to me.

She had inserted a big candle in her cunt (Choot) and with her another hand she was fucking her cunt (Choot) with it.

Perhaps she was nearing her orgasm then. Her head was tilted backside and there was a glow on her face. Her hand was holding the candle and moving it in and out with a great speed.

As soon as I opened the door, she looked in my side. She was really shocked and horrified to see me. She was stunned and her face turned white on looking me standing in the door.

She was bewildered to see me and could not think as what to do. First she was so horrified and secondly she was in ecstasy and near her orgasm, so she could not think anything immediately. (But even then her hand moved the candle 3-4 times in and out, before her hand stopped).

It was a very sexy scene. Here my own beautiful Ammijaan was standing, naked waist down, before me, with a big candle inserted almost half in her cunt (Choot) and fucking herself with it, and me, her own son standing in the door, looking at this most erotic scene of my life. She was very plump and she was having a big bush of public hairs on her cunt. She was so bushy that only the white candle was visible, which was hanging out of her cunt.

I was also stunned and we both stood still like stone status. Then after about 10-15 seconds, she regained her senses and immediately pushed her shirt down to cover her naked cunt. But in hurry she forgot to pull the candle out of her cunt.

As the candle was stuck in cunt, so when she pushed shirt down, it pushed downward the portion of candle hanging out of her cunt. It resulted in tilting the candle downward and she cried in pain, as candle pushed in wrong angle.

Then feeling pain, she left the shirt and bending down, she tried to pull the salwar upside to cover her bare cunt.

Again the same thing happened. This time the salwar pulled the candle, which was still wedged in her cunt, upward. She again felt pain as the angle of candle in cunt (Choot) pulled upward.

She again cried in pain and tears came in her eyes.

I was standing in a fix, like a statue and watching all this. Now she was fumbling with her clothes and she pulled the candle out of her cunt.

About 5-6 inches of candle came out of her cunt. My Ammijaan had rubbed the edge in the shape of a cock (Lund) head. The part was glistering with her cunt (Choot) juices and it was very thick and long.

She immediately covered her naked cunt (Choot) and turned facing away from me. I could clearly see her big buttocks now. Her ass (Gaand) was very big and meaty. She was looking very sexy in this pose.

I also gained some senses now and hurriedly went outside the room and ran to my own room.

I closed the door behind me and fell on my bed. This all had happened so fast and so unexpected that my heart was pumping as if I had run miles together.

After some minutes rest, my thinking power came back and I started thinking about what has just happened.

This was the first time in my young life that I had seen my own Ammijaan naked. Not only naked but with a candle in her cunt (Choot) and she fucking herself with it.

As soon as the scene, came before my eyes, my cock (Lund) became erect as a steel rod. Now I was thinking of my own Ammijaan and my hand automatically went inside my pant and I started fondling with my erect cock.

But after 2-3 minutes I came out of room. Ammijaan was still in her room, and it was closed from inside.

She was really ashamed with the unexpected situation and could not come out and face me. I also could not face her, so I went to drawing room and sat there.

Half an passed, but Ammijaan was so ashamed that still she could not come out of her room.

Then suddenly main door opened and my sister Aamna came in. She asked me, "Imran Bhai! Why are you sitting like this? Where is mother? Are you alright?"

I tried to speak as if everything is normal and said, "Aamna Baji! I was feeling a bit unwell, so I came a bit early today. Ammijaan is in her room, perhaps taking rest or sleeping."

Aamna, as usual was in rough mood. She irritatingly said," Is this a time to rest or sleep?" . Then she shouted in a high voice and called mother.

Now Ammijaan could not remain in her room long. She came out and was rubbing her eyes pretending as if she was sleeping.

Ammijaan could not make eye contact with me. She came to my sister and told her that she was resting and then took her to kitchen to prepare dinner.

Even at dinner or afterwards, Ammijaan was feeling so ashamed and not looking in my side.

She was fearing that I may not tell anything to my sister, who was very stern in nature.

Next day was Sunday and no office for me. Ammijaan was at her usual silent. She was not talking to me. There was a icy silent between both of us. She was avoiding looking or talking to me. She was very ashamed.

At about 10, my sister went to bathroom to have a bath. Ammijaan was standing in kitchen then. As she saw, Aamna going in for bath, she came to me. Her face was red with shame and she was looking towards the floor. She said in a low voice, "Imran Beta! I want to talk to you."

I was silent and could understand that she wanted to talk about yesterday's incident. So I nodded my head only. She slowly spoke, "Imran! I don't know what to say? I am so sorry, for what happened yesterday. Please forgive your mother. It will not happen again. Please don't tell anything to your sister. I don't know what to say, but I feel so lonely and sad without your Abbajaan. I am also a living person with some physical needs and desires. I am not so old yet. I have to do something for my needs. Your father is not alive and I can not go to any other man. But nothing can be done, I am not so old yet, but don't know how to satisfy myself and that makes me sad. So in the heat of need for sex and sadness, I committed yesterday's mistake. Please forgive your Ammijaan and don't feel bad for me. Please don't tell anybody about it."

I was silent and feeling pity on my mother. I said, "Mother! I can understand your position. Please be assured from me. Nobody will ever know anything ever. I can understand that as father is not there, you have to satisfy your own needs yourself. You are so beautiful and young, and father is dead for 3 years. I don't know how could you pass your days without a man's companionship. Please behave normal, as Aamna Baji may get suspicious. Please Ammijaan cheer up your mood and forget whatever happened. Actually that was my mistake. I should not have come to your room without knocking it."

Ammijaan was happy to hear me and that made her relax. She caressed my head lovingly and said, "Imran! I know that you are a good boy. Actually your father was very active physically with me and we used to love each other daily. So I got addicted to this type of pleasure. Now as your father is dead, but I am still alive with my needs. I don't know how to satisfy my desires. Please understand, and don't let anybody know of it."

Saying this she smiled a bit.

I was also happy to see the atmosphere getting normal and Ammijaan shedding her shame. So to make the matter lighter, I also smiled and lovingly said, "mother! It is OK. But please be more careful in future and please close all the doors before you go in your room to use your candle, as anybody may come in. secondly, I want to warn you about something. First, you please lubricate the candle properly as its surface is so rough and may get you bruises inside. Secondly, I have found that you don't shave yourself. The long hair may go in along with the candle and may cause irritation or other problems inside. Also from hygienic point of view, you should try to remain clean. I am your son and not supposed to say all this but after yesterday's incident, I give just an advise."

Ammijaan was silent. She didn't expect me to speak all this. Her face went red with shame. But perhaps she was also enjoying the moment, so she continued, "Imran Beta! You are right. I am using candle as there is no other way. I am widow so nothing can be done. Anyway, I will be careful in future. Actually in past your father used to bring me shaving razor and I could clean / shave myself. But now I cant get it. You know neither I can ask somebody to buy a razor for me nor can I ask from the shop myself. Anyway I will be careful."

I was also getting hotter as the talk was getting sexy. So I smiled and said, "Oh Mother! Please don't worry. As now I know of your need, I give you my shaving set and you can use it. Afterwards I will bring a new shaving set for you."

Ammijaan kept silent and did not say anything. Taking it to be her affirmation, I went to my room and brought my shaving razor and gave it to mothr.

Ammijaan was feeling very shame to take a shaving razor from me, her own son, to shave her cunt. So she kept her head down but silently took the razor from my hand and silently kept in her bra.

As I saw my Ammijaan hiding my razor in her bra, my cock (Lund) got an instant erection. I smiled assuringly on mother, but she was shy and kept her face down.

Then Ammijaan slowly thanked me and went to kitchen and busy herself there.

After some time Aamna Baji came out of bathroom and Ammijaan took her clothes and went to bathroom to take bath.

When she was going to bathroom (with my razor hid in her bra), I kept my eyes on her back and watched her big ass. When Ammijaan was entering bathroom, she looked in my side. I was already looking her, so as soon as our eyes met, I smiled mischievously.

Mother's face became red with shame and lowering her head she hurriedly went inside the bathroom.

After bath she went to her room. In evening when Aamna Baji went to her friend, we only Ammijaan and son were there in house. I was sitting in drawing room, watching TV. Ammijaan came to me and silently handed me back my shaving razor.

She was feeling shy and not looking in my side. I tried to ease the atmosphere and smiling said, "Was it working? Ammijaan? Are you clean now. I ask it because if the set is OK, I will bring the same type of razor for your personal use. Did it clean without any problem?"

Ammijaan was naturally shy but she kept standing near to me and softly said, "Imran Beta! Thank you so much for your help. This was quite better than what your father used to bring. I used it after a long gap of 3 years and now I feel so clean. Please bring one new set for me from the market and then I will not need to borrow from you."

I was enjoying the talk and did not want to end it and said, "mother! You used it after so long. Did it gave you any cut or bruises? Could it clean properly?"

Ammijaan again kept silent for some time and then shyly said in a low tone, "Imran! Please change the topic. I feel shy talking this with you. I have already told you that it worked wonders and I am fully clean now. You are my son, so I can not show it to you to see yourself, but be assured that I used it properly and it worked wonders on me down there."

I smiled back, but before it that I could say anything , Aamna Baji came and we both kept silent on the matter.

By next day, everything was normal and I was talking to her normally. She was also behaving as if nothing has happened.

Next day was Monday, and I was going to office. Aamna came to me and asked me to bring vegetables from the market while coming back. I said OK and asked her to give me a list of vegetables needed.

Aamna gave me a list and went to her room for some work. As I was moving towards door, Ammijaan came to me and softly said, "Imran! Please bring one big Brinjal also with vegetables. Don't give it me Aamna but me secretly.

Her face was red with shame while saying this. I teasingly said, "Mother! Why you need only one brinjal? It is not sufficient for dinner. Do you want it to use in you, I mean your down there?"

Mother's face again went red on hearing me, but still she smiled shyly and said, "Imran! Don't speak so much. You know why I need it. Please do as I told you. Give it to me secretly and not let your elder sister get suspicious."

I smiled and nodding my head went to my office. In the evening I brought vegetables and handed them to Aamna Baji, but kept 2 brinjals in my bag.

Next day was a holiday, so I did not have to go to office. At about 10 in morning, after breakfast, Aamna told that she had to visit her friend and will be back only afternoon.

After Aamna went out, Ammijaan closed all the doors and came to my room and asked shyly, "Imran Beta! Have you brought what I had told you? Please hand it over to me."

I took my bag and took out the brinjals and handing over them to Ammijaan said, "Mother! These are the biggest brinjal I could get. Yesterday there was no good brinjals available in the market. I couldn't get the brinjals of even my size. You have to do away with these only, next time I bring the bigger ones."

Ammijaan kept silent and then shyly said, "Imran! What can be done. I is my luck and destiny. I will have to do away with whatever I get. As nothing can be done. If ,.' was on my side, your father had not died."

I silently took out 2 brinjals, which were about 6 inches in length and about 2.5 inches in girth. They looked like big cock. Ammijaan took them in their hands. Her hands were shivering with shame but still she took them.

She was looking surprised and said, "Imran! These are very big and tight. I was not expecting them to be so big. Don't feel bad for these. Why were you saying them to be small. And what did you mean to say that they are not even your size?"

I was a bit taken aback because actually in the heat of conversation I had spoken about the size of my cock. But as now Ammijaan has asked me about it, I had to reply. So I hung my head and softly said, "Ammijaan! Sorry for that. It just skipped out of my mouth. I did not want to compare, but actually I meant that these brinjals are not even the size of my manhood."

Ammijaan was also stunned to hear it and was silent for some time. Then she thought of something and making the matter lighter she said, "Oh Imran! I have been in only one man in life and that was your father. He was so big and muscular. I know only his size. You are quite petite and thin. Your body development is also not as your father. I don't think that you could be as big as your father. These brinjals are a bit shorter than your father, so I think you tell a lie, while comparing these with yourself."

saying this, Ammijaan smiled as if she had got a thief.

I was naturally angry and said, "mother! I am not a liar. I can prove it. You may see for yourself."

Saying this is stood up and put my fingers in my pajama to pull it down. I was expecting my Ammijaan to admonish me for trying to do it and stop me, but she kept silent and was looking toward me, as if expecting to see my throbbing cock.

Though I did not want to go so far, but now I had to expose my cock (Lund) before my Ammijaan to prove myself.

So slowly, I put my fingers in my pajama and pulled it down along with my underwear. My cock (Lund) was already throbbing and was very tight with the situation. So as I pulled my pajama down, it sprang out facing the ceiling as if a snake is set free from its confinements. My cock (Lund) was so thick and tight and standing in all its glory. I was feeling shy to stand naked like this before my own mother, but Ammijaan was not feeling shy, but she was looking keenly towards my cock (Lund) with a hungry look in her eyes.

She was looking like a cat sitting before a bowl of milk. There was no hint of shame or shyness in her eyes. She wet her dry lips with her tongue. She seemed to be in a trance like state.

My cock (Lund) was getting harder with each passing second. It was getting hornier to find my own Ammijaan looking like a hungry cat to it. When I found her not to be shy, I also decided to shun away my inhibitions and spoke out to her, "look Ammijaan! Is it not bigger than the brinjals. My cock (Lund) is about 7 inches long and about 3 inches thick. I was not telling a lie."

Ammijaan kept looking at my cock (Lund) and without blinking even her eye and said, "Oh Imran Beta! You are so alike your dead father. You seem to be true copy of him. He was equally big in length and even girth down there. Even your color is same. It seems that I am not looking at my own son but at my own husband. If you cover your face, even I may not be able to differentiate in you and your father."

I felt proud to be so sexy and big as my bull father. I flexed my cock (Lund) and it throbbed up and down in air. Ammijaan smiled on its throbbing and added, "Imran! Your mushroom head is of the same shape as your father. Even you are clean shave as him. I feel like looking at my husband's organ after 3 years. The only difference I find is that you are a bit longer and thicker than him and it is so surprising for me. It seems that you inherited your genes from your father only."

Ammijaan was sitting on bed and I was standing naked waist down near her. My throbbing cock (Lund) was near to her face and she was looking with lust and greed in her face.

I was getting hornier with each second. When I found that my Ammijaan is not shying so I decided to take another step and taking her hand in my hand, I put it on my tight cock (Lund) and said in a husky voice, "Ammijaan! By looking you don't find any difference with my father. You feel it in your hand to check if it is equally tight and hot also or not. Only then you can say that we both are alike."

This was a bold step of me. I was expecting her to admonish me, but Ammijaan kept her hand on my cock (Lund) and wrapped her fingers on its base.

She clenched her fist tightly on my cock (Lund) and moved her hand on the length of it, as if she was giving me a hand job.

A little moan escaped from my mouth but Ammijaan did not seem to notice it and kept caressing her hand on my cock. She seemed to like my cock (Lund) and was moving her fist tightly on my cock.

I let my pajama go from my hands and it fell on my feet. I took my legs out of it and kicked it away. Ammijaan kept moving her hand on my cock (Lund) and I was naturally in seventh heaven. I sat near her so that she may keep moving her hand on my cock.

Ammijaan kept caressing my cock (Lund) and said in a husky tone, "Imran! You are almost same as your father in looks of your organ, but you are much more hot and very much harder than him. He was not so tight as you even 20 years before. You seem to be made of steel down here. You are so hot that if you stir your cock (Lund) in a glass of milk, you may make it boil with it."

Saying this Ammijaan laughed and I also joined her to make the atmosphere lighter.

She kept her eyes glued to my cock (Lund) and kept caressing it. I was enjoying it so much and Ammijaan also seemed to be transfixed. I wanted to move ahead and fuck her there and then only, but did not know how to proceed further. Then a small drop of pre cum emerged on the tip of my cock.

It was glistering like a pearl on the tip of cock (Lund) head. Ammijaan saw it and looking upon my face, smiled at it. I was so horny. I smiled and asked, "Ammijaan! Is it same as father. Did he used to have the same type of pre cum as me?"

Perhaps Ammijaan was more horny than me, she thought of something and said, "Your father had a habit. Whenever there was such a situation, he used to ask me to lick it and tell the taste. Then he used to ask me to suck it properly. But now he is dead and your poor Ammijaan is left only with his memories. Those were the best days of my life. Anyway one cannot go against the destiny of his life."

Saying this Ammijaan kept her eyes in my eyes. There was a untold thirst in her eyes and she seemed to be begging me to let her suck my cock.

Naturally I was more interested than her. So taking the opportunity I encouraged her, "Ammijaan! You can go ahead and lick it. Then you can compare the taste of both your son and husband. If you want, you may even suck it. After all I am your own son and you have every right to do anything with me."

Ammijaan spoke hesitatingly (but the pinch of hesitation was clearly missing in her voice and face), "Imran! You are my loving son and I thank you so much as you want to remove the sadness from my fate. But just think, what will happen if somebody comes to know of all this. What will happen if your sister knows it?"

I knew that Ammijaan was so horny and was just pretending to be a shy lady. So in an assuring tone, I said, "Mother! You don't mind. You can lick my cock (Lund) head off its pre cum. Nobody will ever know of it. Sister is away and will not be back for another 2 hours. So you may suck my cock (Lund) to your heart's content."

saying this I smiled on her and putting my palm on the back of her neck, pushed her head on my cock (Lund) head. Ammijaan was perhaps waiting for such encouragement, so she bent her head and as her mouth was just about to touch my cock, she turned towards me. Her face was shining was happiness and lust. She smiled and said, "Imran! It should remain just between you and me. Nobody else should ever know it."

I just nodded my head and pushed her head further on my cock.

Ammijaan opened her lips and making a big "O" with it. Put her lips on the tip of my cock. And then licked the drop of pre cum from it.

A very big moan came out of my mouth. I was just about to shoot my load there and then only. With very great effort, I stopped myself from cumming. And slowly pushed her head on my cock (Lund) and jerked my pelvic upward to let her take more of my cock (Lund) in her mouth.

Perhaps Ammijaan also wanted to suck me properly. She let more and more of my cock (Lund) slip in her mouth and started sucking the like a lollipop. She was sucking it like a professional whore. She must have big experience and practice of cock (Lund) sucking with father.

I was in heaven, as my fantasy lady, my own Ammijaan was sucking my cock (Lund) with great interest and vigor. She was making slurping sounds and also caressing my balls with her other hand.

I was enjoying it and to encourage her is said, "Ammijaan! How do you feel my cock? Does it taste same as father? How do you differentiate its taste from my father? And is it the way you both used to do it?"

Ammijaan took her mouth from my cock (Lund) and still keeping it in her fist, turned her face towards me and said, "Imran Beta! You are my son. As I have already said that I am a widow and I have to adjust with my luck. I have to be satisfied with only as much as I may get. I am just checking the taste of your cock (Lund) and not doing the sucking as me and your father used to do. Actually we always did it in 69 position. Whenever I used to suck him, he pulled me on top of her and used to lick me down there. But I have a bad luck now, so should not hope for everything the same way."

I was delighted to hear her. It meant that not only she was enjoying sucking me but also wanted me to lick her cunt (Choot) and do it properly in 69 position. I was more than eager to do it and to see her cunt (Choot) from near. So beaming with joy, I said to my mother, "Ammijaan! Please don't hesitate. I am your own son and after the death of father, it is my duty as a son to see that my loving Ammijaan is not deprived of anything in life. Ammijaan I will never shy to serve you and to do away with sadness in your life. So today, I will lick your cunt (Choot) the way father used to do."

Saying this I put my hands on her waist (as I was lying on my back on bed and she was sitting near to me), and pulled her pelvic toward my mouth. Ammijaan fumbled a bit and then let me pull her waist towards my mouth. I pushed her legs apart and make her stand on both sides of my face in doggy style. Ammijaan let me do all this but kept sucking my cock.

Now it put my hands on cord of her salwar and opened it. Ammijaan did not protest a bit and rather let me open it. I pulled the salwar down to her ankles and removing it from her legs throw it away on the floor.

The most exciting and sexy scene was here before my eyes. My own mother's big ass (Gaand) cheeks were whitish in color and as I put my hands on it, they felt very tight. Her cunt (Choot) was very swollen and clean shave. Perhaps Ammijaan wanted to make it happen today and had shaved her cunt (Choot) today itself.

Her puffy cunt (Choot) lips were shaking. They were rapidly opening and closing as if looking for my tongue to touch it. Ammijaan was eagerly waiting for me to lick her.

Her clit was dark brown and hanging out of her cunt (Choot) like a beautiful flower. It was very nice piece of meat. It flicked it with my fingers and Ammijaan shivered on my touch. But she was not stopping me.

Then I took her clit in my thumb and index finger and started rubbing and gently massaging it.

Ammijaan was moaning loudly now and her pace increased on my cock.

In my mind I thanked ,.' million times to bring me this opportunity to lick my own mother's cunt (Choot) and slowly opened her outer cunt (Choot) lips with both my hands. This showed the pinkish inner flesh which was so moist. She was leaking her juices as she was so horny. Ammijaan was going to enjoying a tongue moving in and out of her cunt (Choot) after many years so naturally she was waiting me eagerly.

Then I took my tongue out and touched the tip of her clit with it. Ammijaan let a big moan and pushed her pelvic on my face. I took her clit in my teeth and started gently nibbling and chewing it.

Ammijaan was sucking my cock (Lund) with great speed. She was taking about 5 inches of my cock (Lund) in her mouth and moving her tongue on the throbbing head of my cock.

I gently massaged and rubbed my fingers along the slit of her cunt (Choot) and kept sucking her clit vigorously. Her cunt (Choot) was oozing wet and it was glistening with her cunt (Choot) juices. I put my mouth on her cunt (Choot) hole and started rubbing her clit with one hand . I was sucking her cunt (Choot) like a juice bottle and inserted my tongue in her cunt.

As soon as I inserted my tongue in her cunt, she took my cock (Lund) out of her mouth and said, "Oh Imran! My loving son! It is so nice. Your father also used to suck my cunt (Choot) and tongue fuck me in the same way. It is so nice now. I am in heaven. Please don't stop and increase your speed. It is even better than your dead father."

Saying this she again put her mouth on my cock (Lund) and started sucking vigorously. I was also happy to find that my loving Ammijaan liked the way I licked and sucked her cunt, so I inserted my tongue fully in her cunt (Choot) and kept lapping her cunt (Choot) juices.

Then I drenched my other hand's index finger in her cunt (Choot) juices and put it on the opening of her anus.

She shivered in anticipation. I inserted my finger in her ass (Gaand) hole. Now with one hand I was finger fucking her ass (Gaand) hole and with other I was rubbing her clit. Also I had put my mouth on her cunt (Choot) and was fucking her cunt (Choot) with my tongue.

Ammijaan again took her mouth from my cock (Lund) and said in lust filled voice, "Oh Imran Beta! Oh it is Jannat. I am feeling the same as with your father. He also used to insert his finger in the same way as you. Sometimes he even inserted 2 fingers and moved in and out with more speed. Any way you have made his memories live again."

Saying this she again took my cock (Lund) in mouth and kept sucking as before.

I did not know if Ammijaan was speaking truth and accidentally I was doing the same way as my dead father or Ammijaan was playing smart and in the name of father she was guiding me to do the way she wanted to enjoy.

Anyway both ways I was happy to oblige her and I inserted one more finger in her ass (Gaand) hole and Ammijaan let out a whimper. She was more than happy to find me fucking her ass (Gaand) with more fingers.

We both were panting heavily and were nearing our mutual orgasm. I was feeling my cock (Lund) to be throbbing uncontrollably and started bucking my hips to fuck her mouth more deep.

Ammijaan was an expert in sex. She could sense my coming orgasm. She increase the speed of her sucking and with other hand started caressing and gently scratching the underside of my balls with her nails.

Her own orgasm was also nearing. Her moans were getting more and more loud now and she was pushing her cunt (Choot) on my mouth with speed.

I pushed one more finger in her ass (Gaand) and cried, "Oh Mother! I am coming. Oh ,.'! It is nearing. Ammijaan please fast. Please Ammijaan suck my cock (Lund) fast."

Ammijaan let a big cry of ecstasy and pushed her cunt (Choot) on my face and with a big jerk her cunt (Choot) started flowing her cunt (Choot) juices. She was shaking wildly as in fever and her cunt (Choot) was overflowing with her cum. I put my mouth on the opening of her cunt (Choot) and kept sucking her juices. She was releasing so much juices that it overflowed my chin and wet my face.

On the other side, as I felt my Ammijaan hitting her orgasm. My own cock (Lund) twitched and with a big grunt, I raised my pelvic up in the air and putting my hands on my mother's head, I pushed it on my cock. And with a big jerk I inserted my cock (Lund) fully in her mouth, gagging her throat and my cock (Lund) jerked fast.

A hot lava of cum, started from my inside and passing through the passage of my cock, a big glob of cum jerked out from the tip of my cock.

The first jet of cum was very big and fast. It went straight in her throat and passing it went in her stomach.

The first jet of semen was followed by other and then another. I lost the count of it. My cock (Lund) kept jerking and kept spitting its cum in my mother's mouth.

This was the biggest and the best orgasm of my life. I must have cum about half a liter.

Ammijaan proved that she was a master cock (Lund) sucker. She drank all the cum from my cock (Lund) and did not let even a single drop of it come out of her mouth.

We both had hit our orgasm simultaneously and after our mutual cumming stopped. She fell on my belly like a dead log.

I was so drained out that I had no energy to push her big belly from my face. She kept lying in same way, with her cunt (Choot) on my mouth, and my fingers in her ass (Gaand) for about 15-20 minutes.

We both were lying like dead. After 15-20 minutes, I regained some sensed and pulled my 2 fingers out of her ass (Gaand) hole.

Ammijaan also felt my fingers going out of her ass (Gaand) and woke up from her slumber. My deflated cock (Lund) was still in her mouth but now it was shrunk small.

Ammijaan arose from bed from 69 position and again lied on bed facing towards me. I was very happy. Ammijaan also seemed to be satisfied as a cat has just eaten a bowl of milk. There was a glow of happiness on her face.

She was lying near to me. She was still naked waist down and wearing only a shirt. I was also naked waist down.

I hugged my Ammijaan and lovingly asked her, "Oh Mother! It was great. I think that I was almost about my father. You were saying that I am so thin so can not be equal to my father. Ammijaan! How did you find my cock? Are you happy with it?"

Ammijaan was shying and she blushed. Then she kissed me lovingly on the cheeks and hugged me with love and said, "Oh Imran! My loving son. I agree that you are far better than your father. You are much bigger in girth and even a bit bigger in size than him. But the main difference is that you are far hotter and steel tight than him. Your father was not so rock hard as you. Also you taste so good. Not only your pre cum is tastier but your semen is also like honey. I had never ever sucked a cock (Lund) so tastier. You made me forget your own father."

Saying this Ammijaan hid her face in my chest with shame.

I also hugged her with love. And started moving my hand on her back with love. Then I lowered my hand and started caressing in her naked ass (Gaand) crack. When my finger reached her anus, I slowly inserted my finger up to one knuckle in her ass (Gaand) hole and kept rubbing it there.

Ammijaan seemed to love it and did not stopped me from doing it.

I thought that Ammijaan is in lusty mood today, so I should try to move further. So I asked her, "mother! You have tasted my cock (Lund) milk today only, but I had been tasting your milk since childhood. But now it is many years since I had sucked your boobs. Please remove your kameez so that I may see the milk pots, from where I had sucked milk in childhood. I want to see how they look now. From your kameez the boobs look so big, but I want to see how they look naked."

saying this I put my hands on her shirt and tried to raise it over her head. She held my hand and stopped me saying, "Beta! You are my son and a son has always a right to his mother's boobs. So even if I want to stop you, the morality says that a Ammijaan should not stop her son from her breast. So you may not even see my breast but may even taste them by sucking the. But I will not remove my shirt as you yourself are wearing your own shirt and want to make me totally nude. It is not fare. Either you also remove your own shirt or I will just raise my shirt to show you my breast."

I was naturally willing for it. Ammijaan was really hot and knew how to make the things progress without looking vulgar. It was clear that Ammijaan wanted both of us to be nude. So I sat on the bed and removed my shirt and threw it away.

Ammijaan smiled on my eagerness and she slowly sat on the bed and slowly in a teasingly manner started raising her shirt. Her big and milky white boobs came in light. She removed her shirt and put it away.

Now we both were totally nude and sitting near to each other. Mother's boobs were very big and whitish in color. They were tight and not even a bit sagging down.

Her size must be about 38DD. I smiled mischievously in her eyes and put my hands on her boobs and squeezed them. Then I started fondling them with love and keeping her nipples in two fingers started caressing them. Ammijaan was moaning now and her eyes again started turning red with lust.

I asked her with love, "Ammijaan! Your boobs are so big and milky. They are so tight. And not even fitting in my hands. May I put my mouth on them and suck them?"

Ammijaan caressed my head and smilingly said, "Imran Beta! You are my son. How can a Ammijaan stop her son from sucking her breast? This is your birth right. You go on a suck them."

Saying this, she lied on the bed and also pushed my on the bed. Totally nude, we both were lying facing each other. She put her hand behind my neck and pulled my face on her boobs.

I opened my lips and took her left nipple in my mouth. Then I started sucking her. Her boobs were so sweet. A tasty and beautiful feminine odor was coming from her breasts. I loved the taste and started sucking her left boob by pulling more and more of its flesh in mouth.

I was moving my tongue on her nipple and chewing the boob. With other hand I started fondling her other boob.

Ammijaan was moaning in lust now. She was moving her fingers in my head and pushing my mouth on her boobs.

She lowered her other hand and putting it behind my waist, pulled my pelvic towards her own. My cock (Lund) had already started raising its head and was getting hard with each breath.

As she pulled me near to her, my hard cock (Lund) touched her naked cunt. As soon as my hot and hard cock, hit her cunt (Choot) lips, she let out a big moan and bringing her hand in front, took my cock (Lund) in her hand and wrapping her fingers on my big cock (Lund) head, she started moving her fist on the length on my cock.

I was on cloud nine. Keeping my sucking of her boobs, I also brought one hand down and started fondling her cunt. Ammijaan moaned in lust and pushed her cunt (Choot) forward to let me cup it properly.

I started squeezing her cunt (Choot) in my fist and then pushed one finger in her cunt. Ammijaan was getting very wet now and her cunt (Choot) had gone slippery with her cunt (Choot) juices.

She was moving her hand fast on my throbbing hard cock (Lund) and I was finger fucking her cunt (Choot) while squeezing it in my palm. And also sucking her boobs simultaneously.

We both were enjoying the game.

We both were panting and breathing heavily now. My cock (Lund) was aching and it seemed that all the blood of my body was running to it. It had gone so hard that it was paining now.

I took her boob out of my mouth and looked at her face. Her eyes were red with lust and begging me for a hard fuck. But she was a lady and also my mother, so out of shyness, she could not ask me to fuck her.

Then I decided to take a big step and rolled myself over the naked body of my mother. And I put my lips on her lips and started kissing her vigorously.

She faintly tried to resist my mouth but I kept kissing her and then I inserted my tongue in her mouth and gave her passionate kiss. Ammijaan also stopped her resistance and hugged me and she also darted her tongue out and pushed in my mouth.

I also hugged her naked body and her very big and tight boobs were now meshed between our chests. We were hugging like lovers and kissing like a couple in lust.

I put my knee between her legs and parting both her legs settled my body in her legs in missionary position.

As both of us were naked and my cock (Lund) was hard and throbbing with lust. It settled its bulbous head on mother's cunt (Choot) and I started rubbing it on her clit by moving my cock (Lund) in the slit of her cunt.

It seemed as if I was going to fuck her. We both were in a tight embrace in missionary position and I was moving my cock (Lund) head in the channel of her cunt (Choot) while hugging and kissing her.

As my cock (Lund) head rubbed on her swollen clit, Ammijaan gave a big moan and jerked her pelvic up to let my cock (Lund) head rub firmly.

I lowered my cock (Lund) in her slit and as it reached the entrance of her cunt, I stopped it there only and gave a slight pressure on it but did not let my cock (Lund) enter her cunt.

Ammijaan gave a whimper and bucked her waist to let my cock (Lund) enter her cunt. But I stopped my self as I wanted to fuck her with her consent and did not want to go for a one night stand only, but to fuck her daily and to remove the sadness in her life.

So I kept my cock (Lund) head on her cunt (Choot) hole and made an eye contact with her and asked her in loving tone," Mother! You are so sweat. It is heaven to hug and to rub my cock (Lund) on your cunt. Ammijaan I was to remove sadness from your life and to make you forget my dead father, by fulfilling the vacuum in your life, of not having a cock (Lund) to fuck you. Ammijaan I want to fuck you so that you are not deprived of sex and you enjoy your life. Ammijaan please allow me to enter my cock (Lund) in your cunt (Choot) and to fuck you. I promise that as you liked the sucking of my cock, you will also love to fuck with me. Please Ammijaan I want to fuck you.

Saying this I gave a bit more pressure of my cock (Lund) on her cunt (Choot) hole and kept rubbing it while looking in her eyes and begging to fuck her.

Ammijaan hugged my tightly and kissing me on lips said, "Imran! Thank you so much for being so caring of sadness in life. I pray to ,.' to bless all the mothers with the sons as you. Though the feel of your cock (Lund) on my cunt (Choot) is so exciting but I can not allow you to fuck me as you are my son and we live in Indian and also '. culture. How I can let you fuck me? It is clearly a sin against ,.' and society. It is incest. I am sad in my life after death of your father but it is not proper to let my own son fuck me. Just think what will happen to our position in family and society if anybody comes to know of our immoral and illicit relationship. I have already done wrong to let you lick me but letting you put your hard cock (Lund) in my cunt (Choot) is another big step. So Imran! Let me live with my sadness. It is my destiny. We may keep sucking and licking like today, but I think we should not fuck."

I knew Ammijaan was dying to let my cock (Lund) move in her waiting cunt. But she was just making a scene and trying to act as a pious lady. She had just sucked my cock (Lund) dry and drank all my cum and also let me suck her cunt, so she was only teasing me but actually she wanted me to fuck her.

So I tightened my hug and fondling her boobs, said, "mother! Don't be so conservative. I promise that no body will ever come to know of my fucking you. ,.' has given birth to me as a son, perhaps He also want me to fuck you after father, otherwise I may also have been a girl. Ammijaan I am your own son. Your secret will always remain a secret with me. I will daily fuck you hard but only when my sister is away, and we will always be cautious. Mother, as a son, it is my duty to help you in all ways. Being a son I have to make sure that my loving Ammijaan get all that she needs and is always happy. Let it be a hard fuck even. As a son I will fulfill all your needs, let me fuck you mother."

Ammijaan kept silent for some time and pretended to be lost in some thoughts. Then as if she made up her mind and then said in loving tone, "Imran! My son, perhaps you are right. Perhaps ,.' wants you to take care of my needs and so He has sent you as a son with a hard cock (Lund) and not as a daughter with another cunt. But please be cautious. Nobody should ever come to know of our relationship. You may fuck me but only when your sister is away."

As soon as Ammijaan said this, I gave a cry of delight and clenching my buttocks, hardened my already rock hard cock (Lund) and gave a big thrust in her cunt. Ammijaan was already dripping wet and my cock (Lund) parting her cunt (Choot) lips, uninterruptedly went in her cunt (Choot) till about half of it was inside her cunt. Ammijaan gave a moan of delight and hugged me tightly.

She was also very happy to have a big and hard cock (Lund) in her cunt (Choot) after a long time.

I gave another shot and I was in her cunt (Choot) till my balls were glued to her ass (Gaand) hole tightly.

Ammijaan stopped me from fucking further and said, "Imran! Please stop a while. It is a long time since I have a hot and hard cock (Lund) in my cunt. Let my cock (Lund) adjust to your big masculinity of cock (Lund) and let me feel the cock (Lund) inside. Also let me savor the feeling of a cock (Lund) moving in and out of my cunt (Choot) again."

I hugged her lovingly and kept lying on her breasts for about 5 minutes, but kept sucking and fondling her big boobs.

Ammijaan kept her eyes closed and was lost in the heaven of lust and enjoying the feel of a cock.

After some time she opened her eyes and signaled me to move ahead. I withdrew my cock (Lund) about half and again thrust it inside with a big stroke. Then I started my fast speed and now my hard cock (Lund) was moving in and out like a piston in my mother's cunt.

Ammijaan was moaning loudly and was finding it unable to control herself with the pleasure she was getting. Surely the fuck with a real cock (Lund) is of no comparison to a candle.

We both were lost in lust and fucking like two WWF wrestlers. We were grunting and whimpering loudly but my speed was not slowing anyway. Ammijaan was also keeping her pace with me and was bucking her buttocks to meet each of my inward thrust.

This animal lust kept for about 15 minutes and then I increased my speed and cried," Oh Mother! It is coming. Oh ,.' it is so nice feeling. Oh ,.' Oh ,.'. And chanting this I gave a very big thrust and sent whole of my cock (Lund) in her cunt (Choot) and my cock (Lund) started spewing its honey in her cunt.

As soon as my first spurt of semen hit her cunt, she also hit perhaps the biggest orgasm of many years and gave a loud cry and hugged me tightly in her arms.

Ammijaan was releasing her cum so much that her cunt (Choot) was overflowing with it. My semen and her cunt (Choot) juices were mixed and coming out of her cunt. I kept fucking her with speed and Futch Futch sound was coming out from her cunt (Choot) with my thrusts.

I don't know, for how long I kept cumming in her cunt (Choot) and she also kept cumming on my cock. Then our discharge slowed and stopped.

Fully discharged and spent out, I fell on her naked body like a limp dog and we both hugged each other with all our might.

We kept lying for some time as such then slowly I raised myself from her breasts and Ammijaan also opened her eyes. There was only love and love in her gaze. She looked straight in my eyes and kissed me lovingly on my lips and said, "Imran! I am so thankful to ,.' that HE had blessed me with such a loving and caring son. Who loved his Ammijaan so much that he can not see her in sad mood. He is ready to do anything to make his Ammijaan happy. I am so glad that you are my son.

You have fucked me so hard that even your father had not fucked me so vigorously even on my wedding night. Your cock (Lund) is so hot and hard and you can fuck so long. I am sure that now onward I am never going to be sad in my life. When my son is there to with such a magnificent cock (Lund) to fuck me, I am never going to starve for a fuck. Imran! From today onward you will fuck me daily to my hearts content and make sure that nobody ever comes to know of our relation."

Saying this Ammijaan hugged me tightly and I also kissed her on lips and assured her of a great fucking daily. I assured to fuck her not only in her cunt (Choot) but also in her ass (Gaand) and in mouth.

Ammijaan was eager to be fucked in all of her holes.

From that day onward we both fuck daily and there is always a smile on my mother's face and she is always happy.

The life is full of love and happiness now for both of us.

[RRahul]

Punjabi Village Mom



As the parents of Guru belonged to village, they married early.  Soon after the marriage his mother faced a hostile mother-in-law.  Their relationship turned so sour that one day, when Guru was four, his father divorced his mother.  He kept Guru with him, only as a gesture of male dominance.  As per village tradition his father and mother re-married soon. After his second marriage his father decided to move to a nearby town.  His mother, however, remained in the village.  He occasionally visited the village and was aware of the fact who his real mother was but not permitted to meet her.  Change, however, had the final say.

As Guru turned nineteen his father died.  His step mother declined to keep him in her home.  He shifted back to his village and started to live with one of his uncle.  There, he was treated as a servant and kept busy in different chores all day.  Seeing his plight, one of his maternal uncle asked Guru to start living with his mother again.  The reason for this was the fact that her second husband was ill and not capable of farm work.  As his mother had no children from her second husband she was more than happy to accept Guru in her home.  Even his step father had no objection on his presence.  That is how Guru was brought back to his mother after a break of almost 15 years.  His first meeting with his mom was uneventful apart from the fact that she hugged him tight and cried a lot.  She asked him to forget the past and live with her forever.

His new beginning with his mother was good in many ways but one.  He had difficulty accepting her as mother.  She was only 36 and maintained a very youthful look.  She had grown up on that farm so she was strong, and had the hands of a farm worker.  She was not very tall, nor was her chest very big.  She still had her, slender figure from her younger years.  Her hair wasn't too long but thick and dark brown.  There had a hint of grey in her hairs but she used to conceal it well.  Guru was young and horny and not well aware which female to lust and which not.
His step father Satpal was a small farmer who owned a three room house in the middle of his farm land.  Guru was given a room and respect.  He was asked to help in farm affair which was not difficult for him.  Soon after his coming into the life of his mother he realised that relation between she and her husband are not ideal.  She was a talkative women while her husband was a quiet man.  Her desire to talk was fulfilled with the presence of Guru.  Both became quiet frank with each other in a short period of time.

While Guru had own issues Reshma was not free from hers.  One day a village lady asked whether Reshma ever thought about finding a match for her son Guru.  Reshma then, realised that her son was no child.  He was a fully grown man.  Once she saw him working without a shirt and was fascinated by his powerful body.  The thought of becoming a mother-in-law and also a grandmother was not pleasing to her.  She never considered herself that old.

One summer day Guru was lying on a charpoy in the inner veranda of the house.  His step father was not in sight and his mother was preparing meal in the kitchen.  After some time he saw her coming out of the kitchen and going towards the pedestal fan that was near Guru.  She was perspiring and her dress was becoming wet.  Guru was shocked to see that parts of her body were visible under the wet dress.

"Oh god, its too hot," She said and came forward to get some air from the fan.  Guru was surprised to see that Reshma pulled the front of her long shirt and let the air pass under it.  By doing so , she revealed her belly to the eyes of her son.  The skin of the belly was pink and smooth. It looked so juicy that Guru wanted to feel it with his hands.  He had trouble hiding his boner but his mother had no problem in showing her body to him.  He didn't know why but he had a feeling that she was showing her body to him intentionally.

Most of the people in the village knew him already so he adjusted to his new life easily.  One distant relative told Guru that after the death of his step father his property will belong to Guru as his step father had no legal heirs left.  Does the term property included his wife too?  Thought Guru and this thought gave him one large erection.  He was aware of the art of masturbation so he had no problem getting rid of it.

One day Satpal was advised to meet a doctor in the city.  He took one of his servant with him and went out for at least four days.  One day went peacefully.  Next day Finding spare time Reshma decided to go out and bring some 'chara' for the cattle.  She asked Guru to accompany her.  They crossed their farm land and went into the small forest where the grass was in plenty.  By the time they reached in the forest cool air started to blow and it became clear that rain was about to fall.  Instead of turning back they kept cutting the grass.

"Jaldi Jaldi.  [be qiuck]" said Reshma

"Okay Ma ji." Said Guru

It was perhaps the weather or seclusion but Gure was enjoying watching his mother.  They were cutting grass and piling it up.  Soon the light drizzle hit them.  "I think we should pick whatever we had and move back." suggested Reshma.

Guru obeyed and started gathering the grass.  To help him wrap a rope around it, Reshma took her duppatta off.  As she picked on pile up Guru was stunned.  The neckline of the shirt of Reshma was broad and it was showing her cleavage.  Guru saw the whiteness of her neck and jiggling of her breasts.  He felt a current passing through his body.  He forget to grab the pile.

"What are you thinking Guru, Rain will get us soon."

As Guru took pile from her, only then Reshma realised that her son was eying her with lust.  Her immediate action was off anger but she said nothing.

"Lets, move back" he said but then rain started falling fast.

It came suddenly and strongly.  By the time they can realise their mistake they were in the middle of nowhere.  They put the piles of grass over their heads but rain was hitting them from every where.  On a narrow path Guru asked his mom to walk ahead of him.  From behind he could see that her dress was wet and clinging to her body.  The movement of her ass cheek was almost visible to him.  Wow, women have sexy asses.  He thought and forgot about the trouble he was in.

"Its cold...What a mistake," She said

"Keep walking Ma, we will find a shelter somewhere." he said

Just as they came out of the forest they saw a open space getting filled with rain water.  A he-donkey and a she-donkey were standing in the open space.  He-donkey was sniffing the cunt of she-donkey.  It was clear he was about to mate.

"Which fool let them pasture here," remarked Reshma

This draw the attention of Guru to the donkeys.  By then the He-donkey was mounting the she-donkey.  One can see his thick black cock penetrating the cunt of she-donkey.  In past he witnessed such matings but that day it was different.  He thought.  I had a cock, my mom had a cunt.  How good it might have been to be donkeys instead of being humans.

"These animals have no morals'" Reshma said

The animal mating had its effect on her too.  Guru looked at her and saw her blushing.  By now she was so wet that she was half naked.  As she saw Guru eying her charms again she blushed more.  Guru was amazed to see her body looking nude despite the cloths.  He could see not only the hole of her navel but the knot of her shalwar near it.  Below it there was a little dark but her shapely legs were as visible as her belly.  Reshma on the other hand, had difficulty in realising that being a young man her son was was over interested in female anatomy.  How can a son lust after his mother? she thought.  NO, NO.  At the same time it pleased her that she still had a body to attract a male.  Being wife of a respectable man and sister to a village elder people of the village respected her a lot.  Most of the villagers were calling her either Mata ji or Behan ji and she believed her days as a woman are over.  Now all of a sudden a new chapter is opened.  Some body was finding her desirable and for a second it does not mattered who he was.

She wanted to move from the site of donkeys but not had the courage.  Then hails started to fall along with the rain.  "Oh god, Are you planning to dig my grave here." she said to Guru.

"Lets walk a little, our farm is not far away." Guru suggested.  They kept walking in the rain and after sometime reached the edge of their farm.

"Look mom there." Guru pointed to a small muddy hut.  "We will be safe there."

He almost ran towards it and Reshma followed.  Hut was theirs the purpose of the hut was to keep a night watch over the crops.  As they reached near the hut they found it locked from outside.

"Oh, this is locked by father." Guru said,

"Way hun ki Karan gay.  {Whats now}" she asked

"Let me see" Guru went to a side and found a wooden window there.  He pushed it with force and it gave way.  "Drop the pile outside Ma, and move inside." He called loudly in the rain.

"Hai way, look at the height of it.  How will I get inside?" She inquired as she came near him.

"Come forward ma, I will pull you up." Guru said and let her pass in front of him.  As she came near the mouth of window he put his shoulder under her ass and grabbed her at her waist.  She was amazed to see how easily he picked her up.  She jumped inside and saw Guru coming in too.  because of the cold both forget about their semi nudity.  The inside of the hut was a great protection for them against the rain and wind.  Guru looked inside and saw a charpoy with a pillow and a cotton sheet.

"We will stay here till rain stops." he said

"Someone might come here." she told him with some fear in her eyes

"Nobody will come here in this rain ma." He looked at his shivering mother and then went to bolt the door from inside.  "Its okay now."

"What about window?" She said and he bolted it too.  It became very dark.

"Look ma, you take your outer garments off and get inside the sheet.  It will protect you and help your dress to dry."

"What about you son," she asked

"I can bear cold." he said

Soon he heard some hissing and fast breathing.  His ma was taking her dress off.  This fact made him hot again.  He was sad that he could not look at her because of dark but happy as the dark was hiding his erection. He heard Reshma saying something.

"Where to put my wet cloths."

"There is a nail in the wall."

"I don't see any."

"Hand the cloths to me, I will hang them."

"Okay,"

In the dark she came near him.  Their bodies touched.  Intentionally he let his hand roam over her body.  Realising that he was touching her at her naked waist she shivered more.  In haste she grabbed his hand and handed him over her cloths.  He squeezed the water from them and hanged them.  She quickly warped the sheet around her and laid her on the bed.  After hanging her cloths Guru took off his cloths.  She tried to look at Guru.  She can only see his silhouette.  His mother was still in her bra and underwear but compare to her he was fully nude.

"Are you okay now Ma?" he asked

"I am okay and feeling proud of you."

"What Proud?  about me."

"You have taken so much of responsibility.  Here I am safe because of you."

"Whatever I did I did for you."

"You love me so much.  I am proud."

"I can do anything for you." he said in a heavy voice.  She was not aware that while he was saying this he was holding his cock in one of his hand.

"I am safe but you are not, standing in open."

"I think rain will stop in an soon."

"I think you should also come inside the sheet.  Who know how long it will take to stop."

This suggestion made his cock twitch.  First time he declined the offer but then thought about the opportunity and decided to avail it.  When his Ma repeated her offer he moved to the bed along with her.  She raised the sheet from one side and let him slip inside.

"Thanks ma, its really cold outside."

"You males think you are made of steel but in reality you are as human as we women"

"I know I am human ji."

She laughed and what a laugh it was.  It made him wish to kiss her.  She seldom laughed but when she laughed it stirred something in heart of listener.  He was now so close to his mother.  Never in his life he thought that one day he will be lying nude with his mother.  As he had an erection he tried to keep a little distance from her.  Reshma, however had other ideas.  She wanted to check how far he can go.

"Sharma nahin Beta, Come near" she put her hand over his waist and pulled him towards him.  As he turned towards her she kissed him on his forehead.  "Main vari jawan put, how caring you are?"

"Na karo enhi tarif Ma ji, Don't spoil me."

She put one of her legs over his leg and dropped her head on his shoulder.  This was a gesture of surrender but Guru was hesitant to go further.  What if she gets angry.  She can kick him out of the house.  One of her boob was pushing at his body and she was half over him.  He had no escape but to act.  His thoughts were now guided by his cock.  She stretched her leg further and put some of her weight on him.  She had a great urge to grab his cock but she too was afraid to initiate.  He might mind it.  Slowly she moved her leg and her thigh touched the cock.  The cock was hard like a dry branch of wood.  He moaned in pleasure.

"Ki huya, [what happened]"

"Kuj nahin....  there is so little space here..."

"Can you bear my weight, I will come over you."

"Yes Ma, Thats what I want." He pulled her over him and she adjusted her body to that of his.  He took her in his arms and squeezed her.  She felt the hardness of his cock pressing into her belly.  Her choot was wet beyond her wildest dream.  She got the courage and touched his erect pole of a lun. This was first time a woman touched him there.

"Way, what is this pricking me?"

"My lun Ma ji..."

"Besharm mein teri ma haan....  [I am your mother you fool.]"

"I am not doing anything bad ji..."

"Phair ....  why it is so erect..."

"Perhaps watching donkeys getting sex...  had its effects.."

"Chup....Are you saying you got hot watching a she-donkey and not me..."

"Ma O Ma..." he took the face of his mother in his hands and kissed her on lips.  "I admit, this because of you."

"You know what people call those boys who lust after their mothers."

"Hell with them ji....No body will know ever..."

"I am frightened son...this is wrong..." She said and grabbed his cock in her hand.  Her hand was so soft that for a second it felt like her pussy.

She knew he was novice.  She was going to be his first.  He knew she was his mother.  A woman used and abused many times.  He let her slip to a side and pressed his hand over her puddi.  Underwear was still in the way but he could feel the heat and wetness.

"haye rabba.....haye rabba.......haye ....Oh God..." she moaned in pleasure

He pulled the elastic of her underwear down and she helped him take it off by raising her ass up.  Rain was still falling outside and there was no fear of any interference.  He fell over her and kissed her again.  This time she kissed back and said,

"Don't waist time....  or I may change my Mind."

Guru dropped the cotton sheet to side.  In the dim light he could see that his mother was ready to mate.  She opened her long legs for him.  He can see the dark hairs and pouting lips of her Vulva.  He rubbed his thumb over her cunt and heard her saying.  "Si...si...ah...ah.."

He bent over her and tried to put his cock in her.  he missed the target.

"Tehar ja....wait ..." She took the pillow from under her head and put it under her Gaand.  This gave the necessary elevation for the penetration. "Be slow please be slow.."

She stretched her legs further and Guru put the head of his cock inside her cunt.  She became tense.  She was fucked before but today was different. She never had this feeling before.  He put his hands over her boobs and pushed.  He slipped in and it was heaven for him.

"Kithay phans gai haye....You are big ....It won't go..."

"Its already in Ma...  you are wet and hot...it will slide..."

"Haye...haye....marjanya hauli .......hauli ufff.....I am a woman not a she-donkey.."

"Sorry sorry Ma...Should I pull it back." Guru was really worried about the pain.

It pleased Reshma to know that her son was not yet aware of the ways of woman, about their mock anger and mock pain.

"Hun Nahin....If you pull it now then it will be more painful...." She moaned

"So you want me to push more in..."

"What wey.....what are you saying...Is there some more..." She touched the place where her son was mating her.  "O Babji...still half left...keep quiet..."

"Not half...only a inch or so..." he felt proud that the size of his cock was appreciated by his mother.

"I don't have unlimited room in my puddi son....be careful..." she hissed.  She was not feeling any pain but she wanted to continue tease her son.

"Where you took so much, a little more won't do any harm" he pleaded

"When I say no more then it means no more." Reshma said in mock anger. " I don't want to go to a doctor..."

"Listen..please...you have accommodated the girth of my cock...  only a little length is left."

"I know you will not listen to me...okay then ....  go ahead....but be slow."

He grabbed her shoulders and pushed more.  He really had a big one, bigger than any she took so far.  She felt pain coming again.  She started to throw her head to both sides and moaned.  She bit her lower lip and tried to fight back the pain.  Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. She hoped Guru didn't see them.  If he did he might stop and she wanted to take this thing through to the end, no matter how much it hurt.  She never felt so much filled.  She felt Guru's breath on her shoulder.  He kissed the side of her neck.

She was biting her lips and her hands started rubbing her boobs.  What a fool I am.  Thought Guru.  I forgot about her boobs.  He was not even removed her bra.  In a quick movement he pushed the bra up and started rubbing her boobs.

"Oh my God, bus." She cried.  She put her arms around his neck and held on for a long, deep fucking.

"Relax Ma, I am now fully in..."

"you are not only big ...you are hot too..."

"Your cunt too is very hot Ma..." On instinct he pulled and pushed his cock.

"Oh ya...  Thats soothing...  do it more...Lagga reh hauli hauli..."

Reshama squeezed her eyes shut and clung to her son's body.  She wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him down tight.  All of that huge cock was inside her.  She was fucked by men more than twice in age then Guru, men who were supposed to be experienced at fucking, who knew how to treat a woman to make up for their lack of size.  He was not like them.  He was better.  He had the incredible size they would never have, and he had the tenderness they could only pretend to have.  Here was her dream man, laying between her legs, fucking her the way she always wished she could be fucked, and he was her Son.

"Do your husband ...  fucks you the way I am fucking?"

"Besharma...If was fucking me at all I will not be lying here under you."

"Now I am your man...promise you won't let him fuck you again.."

"Uffffffff.....  we will see....uuunnnngggghhhh......haye.......later....don't settle everything so quickly...Kanjara"

He raise his back and pulled her head down.  He started sucking the lips of Reshma.  It was sudden and very turning.  She pressed her lips to that of his by pushing his neck with her arm.  As she sucked back Guru felt like bursting.  His cock that was already erect became as hard as steel.  He stopped for breath and said,

"Say you will never say no to me...."

"I am yours but ....  we will have to be careful about others."

"You are kind , you are beautiful, you are sexy and a best mother."

"Marjanaya...Hun te Mother, mother bandh karde...[Stop calling me mother...]"

"I will call you whatever name I like....you are my mother slut.." he said.

He started fucking her fast.  This time she decided not to demand him go slow.  She put her mouth near his ear and said,

"Pick my legs up and put them over your shoulder..."

Waow...what a request it was.  He obeyed by doing this.  In the process his cock came out for a second but the next instant he entered it back to tilt.  He jerked a couple of times and Reshma felt over the moon.

"Zalama.....Ufffff...Ungggg...Oh kill me...."

At that moment Guru felt that the pussy was tightening around his cock. It was so pleasure-able.  He wanted to tear it apart.  She was again in pain.

"Ki ho reha hai Ma .....  are you okay..."

"Okay ...  tera sar....You are tearing me apart..." She almost screamed but it was not the scream of pain or fear.  It was different.  It was pleasing.

Her words made his cock swell.  It was now or never situation.  He pushed her legs towards her shoulders that were on his shoulder.  It opened her more.  Helped him raise her bum up.  The semen started its journey from the testicles towards the head of cock.  He stopped the penetration and filled her to tilt.  Thus started the inevitable.  He was throwing his hot cum in the receptive cunt of his mother.  Reshma was already on the verge of a spasm, she got tense and her pussy secreted more.  Both gripped each other tightly.  He spurted so much of his cum that part of it started leaking out of the pussy.

"Tauba...Ahhhh...Ufffff...."

"Ahhh...Ahhhhh...AhGg"

A cold rain was falling outside but one hot rain was falling inside Reshma.  She made a very bold decision of making it with her son but she was now happy over her decision.  She felt something she never felt before. The cock was shrinking so she spread legs.  Guru fell over her.  She was not bold in sex with her past two husband but she now wanted to be bold.  She was caressing his body with his slender arms.

"Sohna o mera Sohna...."

"Sohna ki Ma...."

"Mera ...  Sub kuj.."

He drew his cock from her pussy and fell to a side.  As his cock left the hole of cunt a lot of his cum leaked out too.  Both of them were breathing hard.  She was ruffing his hairs and kissing him on his forehead. The clouds were still bursting outside.  It means they were still safe from outside interference.  They have committed the biggest sin on earth but none of them had any regret.  If the son had his wish then she had her dream.  They were feeling out of this world, in another world.

"You silent...Waht are you thinking?" she asked

"Nothing...thinking that by violating you I might made you angry."

"Have I said something?...Jhalla...I am not angry." she said.  "rather happy."

"You enjoyed?"

"Yeah..Haan ji..." She laughed a little and asked.  "You enjoyed?"

"I am feeling myself in heaven Ma."

"No regret for making your Ma your slut."

"You are not a slut ...you are my beautiful doll."

"And you were trying to break the waist of your doll."

"It was my first time...next time I will be careful?'

"No next time ji...Bus...fair nahin"

"You make me erect then how can you say no next ji..."

The talk they were having with each other had an effect on them.  Instead of cooling down they were heating up.  She could feel the cock of Guru getting erect again.

"O babaji...you are getting erect again...Marjanaya...what you ate today?" She said and grabbed the cock in her hand.  It was hard like a steel.  She as caressing it with love.  "How big God, I can't grip it full."

He moaned and one of his hand started rubbing the boobs of Reshma.  He could feel the nipple getting stiff.  She groaned in lust.  Her lust made her bold.  She turned one of leg and before Guru can realise what was happening, she was sitting on his legs.  Her 'choot' was only a inch away from his cock.  She put one of her hand over his belly and with other hand griped his cock.  Now he knew what she had in mind.  She bent forward and then sat down on his cock.  Because of the presence of fluids her cunt was so slippery that cock made its journey all the way up.

The entry was so astonishing that Guru raised himself on his elbows and watched the amazing sight of cock meeting cunt.  There was pain in their sexual organs but they were enjoying it.  Reshma was biting her lips and moaning.  Guru could see how red her face was looking.  He jerked and let his remaining cock slip in.

"Hi wey....You donkey...have some mercy...  Its giving me pain...Uuunnnggg."

"What ever is done...done by you.."

Despite this she pulled and pushed her soft round ass upon his cock.  He was stunned by the movement of her breasts.  In excitement he grabbed both of them and gave a tight squeeze.  Instead of complaining she increased her speed.  She sometime went up and down and sometime forward and backward.

"It took long to find you and now I know why?" she siad in a very low voice.  "Almighty wanted you to be my lover."

"The day I saw you again I wanted to make you my wife."

"Hi ...Zamana...  the world don't allow such relations."

"What world allows and what not is not important...  the important is that We are loving each other like husband and wife."

"Yes oh..yes..you made me mad with lust...I am all yours."

"Please don't talk like that....I feel coming again."

"jaldi na kar....Hi...." she pleaded but was late.

Guru started throwing another load of his cum in her.  She fell upon the chest of loving son.  He clenched her in his arms.  She clenched her cunt muscles.  She wanted to squeeze each and every drop of his cum.  Twice in a short period of time made them tired and realise where they were.  rain was still falling but now its erotic effect was less.  After a while Reshma stood up and raised her hands and stretched her body.

"I have an urge to pee Guru."

"Its still raining outside...."

"What should I do...Should I pee inside?"

"No its not wise...Wait a minute...  I had an idea." Guru said and stood up too.

What he suggested was naughty but interesting.  He told her that he will open the window and raise her in his arms.  She can throw the pee outside. As there was a tree in front of the window therefore, no one can watch her. He opened the window and let the air come in.  Next he asked his mom to stand near window facing it.  From behind he lat her sit her in his lap and then grabbing her tights raised her up.

Over her shoulder he could see her pubic hair very clearly.  Reshma spread her legs apart and grasped her cunt lips.  It was a beautiful tight crease, no inner lips pushing through, just a dark vertical line.  The crease now spread open to reveal her slim pink inner lips, themselves parted slightly showing just a peek of her hole.  She hadn't even begun to piss when he could see dribbles of semen coming out of her cunt.  She said to him, "Just hold me tight you naughty boy." Suddenly the stream began and she must have peed for about a minute.  When she finished she said, 'WoW' and asked him to let her stand again.  He too was feeling an urge to pee. He jumed up and sitting at the sil of window pissed outside.  It was a naughty act but very pleasing.  When he came back to room he saw his mother searching for her cloths.

"Where is my bra and underwear?" she asked

"Its still raining Ma."

"Its getting dark as well...  we will to go back somehow."

"We can spent some more time here..."

"Somebody might be searching for us."

"Father has gone to meet his Doctor...he will come tomorrow."

"Are you gone mad...  I am tired and hungry, I want to go home"

She sat down to search her lost things under the bed.  She was able to locate her bra but her underwear was not in sight.  He saw it lying in a corner and hand it to her.  Instead of wearing it she started cleaning her cunt with it.

"What?  what are you doing Ma..."

"Cleaning your cum ...." she looked at him and then said, "You put so much in me ...fool...I may get pregnant...?" She fluttered her eyelids in and looked at him in anger.

Her words had an effect on him but he knew his mother was not in mood for more.  She started dressing and asked him to do the same.  He looked towards the window and saw rain getting weak.  Reluctantly he too started dressing.  They came out of the hut the way they went in.  They somehow made it to their home.



By the time they made it to their home it was quiet dark.  Rain was stopping as if laughing on them.  Resham said to her son that she was going to take shower meanwhile he could also do the same.  She asked him to behave as she have to cook dinner for them.  He was feeling hungry too.  First he gave fodder and water to cattle who too were hungry.  He respected the privacy of his mom and took his shower in a spare bathroom.  He put a fresh dress and came out in the courtyard.  Resham was sitting in the kitchen.  She was quiet a sight when he saw her again.  Her new dress was even more provocative then the previous one.  It was a combination of red and yellow.  She had her wet hairs tied in a towel and towel was spread over her shoulders.  she was not wearing a Duppata so the swell of bust looked more inviting than ever.  The sex and shower made her desireable beyond words, but He controlled his lust and went in.

"Aa gaya mera lal....go sit on the table." she said as if nothing bad happened between them.

Guru was enjoying the change in her mood.  He obeyed her and sat down on the table that was laid in the veranda.  Soon she came in with food.  Both of them took their food in silence.  She was a good cook so Guru took more than his fill.  As he finished eating Reshma said,

"Go rest in your room I will bring hot tea for you."

"Thanks Ma ji I really needed that."

There was a TV in his room but when he tried to watch it, it looked a boring thing.  He changed the channels but nothing worked.  When he saw his mom coming into his room he switched the TV off.  Reshma handed him his tea and started to move back.  He put the tea to side table and grabbed her hand.  She turned, took his face in hand and kissed him on his forehead, just like a good mother.

"NO son....Food look good only when you are hungry....you can't keep eating all the time."

"But, I love you..."

"I love you too and worried about your health....take a good sleep and forget everything."

She was so firm in her words that Guru had no option but to obey.  he let her go.  For some time he took his tea then decided to sleep.  Sleep failed to take him over despite the fact he was tired.  He kept thinking about the events of the day.  One of his dream was fulfilled.  He fucked the woman he wanted to fuck.  The memory of the sex was not as erotic as the last words of his mother.  He remembered her saying that he could make her pregnant.  Is it possible.  He thought.  In his imagination he saw her walking with a full belly, her child inside her womb.

"Ma oh Ma I want to make you pregnant." he cried alone.

His step-dad was absent from the house.  That was an opportunity he don't wast to miss.  In another room, Reshma too was thinking.  What a mistake she made.  However, she was not feeling as much guilty as she should have felt.  She heard from other women that how much sex can be pleasurable.  Before today she never had that much pleasure.  She felt so secure in the arms of her son.  Am I a SLUT?  she thought.  No I am as innocent as a bird.  She was feeling like a bird that was set free from a cage.

Guru stood up and went into the room of his mother.  It was dark inside but when he said,

"Ma ji" he heard her say.  "Ki Aa"

"I came to ask you something."

"let me sleep.  we will talk in the morning."

"No, its urgent." he said

"Okay switch the light on and come in."

Guru switched the light and moved towards his mother.  She was lying in her bed but sat down a little when she saw him coming.  She looked at his pyjama and to her satisfaction there was no erection.  He could see that her hairs were loose and spread over her shoulders.  He sat down on a corner of the bed and said,

"I am worried."

"Worried about what?" She asked in surprise

"When you....said ....that...."

"That? ....What I said?"

"That you can get pregnant."

"hai mein mar gaye...  That was just a passing thought, nothing serious."

"You mean that is not possible?"

"In my age this is not possible...I think"

"What is your age exactly?"

"marjanaya...  age is not asked from ladies?"

"Phair vi....approximately."

"I think I am ...  34, no no....36.."

"You call that old...this is a ripe age for getting pregnant." he told her

"I don't understand you...  Are you afraid of making me Grabwatti or you want to make me Grabwatti?"

"Don't you want to have more children..."

"I want to have more....  but this is dangerous."

"Why dangerous ji?"

"Besharma....Not from you."

"But I want."

"You can have children from the woman you will marry." .  "Enj na karo ji.  I now consider you my wife and it is your duty to give me children."

"Changi zaberdasti Aa....  from gripping my finger you are now gripping my neck."

"Pet Ma ji Pet...I want your womb."

Although she was resisting his suggestion but deep inside she was very moved by this idea.

"Tell me if world will know the truth ...where would you stand?"

"I will take you to a city where nobody will know about us and we can live like a couple."

"Kanjra...this was what you were planning in your room?"

"I was even planning to see you in bridal dress."

"Ja apne kamrey...  you are getting some funny ideas." She blushed

Guru judged from her restlessness that she was again ready to mate.  She was aware that her female form was charming to her son.  Her pointed breasts were tranquil like the lull before a storm.  A wicked charm was rippling on her thighs.  There is no haste, although her blood is boiling for the touch of her son's cock in her throbbing womanhood.

"Will you marry me or not?  tell me?" he persisted

"Are you insane or what...I already told you that in privacy I will be your wife."

"Can I kiss my wife?" He moved forward and held her hand

[RRahul]

Reshma holds Guru's hands and pulls him up. "Kiss me, as if I am your 18 years old bride. Kiss me if you ever want to marry me."

Reshma's lips are soft, hot, and juicy. If he could stand the growing pressure of blood in his manhood, he would straight dive his face into her thighs and eat her cunt, But for now he decides to be content with only what her lips hold. He sucked her upper lip like a lollipop and her lower lip like a chewing gum.

"This is not kissing," Reshma says. "This is molestation." She pushed his hands under her waist until they are lodged on her hips. "Enjoy them," she murmured, "while I teach you how to kiss your 16 years old bride."

Guru clasped the flesh of his mother's ass, separated the ass cheeks. He reveled in their velvety smoothness. he drew the elastic of the shalwar down. There was no underwear. His hands moved until the furthest horizon of her haunches. He pushed onto the bones on her sides and enjoyed his charge. Her body became live under his grasp. His two index fingers met together and together they touched her rectum, and played with the humid orifice.

"Kanjar na hove ta kise than da..." Reshma remarked and pressed her tummy onto his ramrod. Her pointed nipples caressed his hairy chest. She took his face in her hand and kissed him full on lips.

Guru trembled at the touch of his mother's mouth on his mouth. Reshma kissed softly his Adam's apple, presses her full lips on his taut neck. Guru clasped his mother's asses for his life, leaving his finger marks on her flesh. His mother held his cheeks with her palms and touched his lips with her lips. "You must kiss your bride like this," she says, disengaging herself. She put her lips along his lips softly.

Her lips are like liquid vanilla on his lips. Her breaths were scented with jasmine. His fine chest hairs cut through her tit-flesh here and there. Mimicking his molesting kiss, she drowned his upper and lower lips respectively with the crumbling vanilla of her fluid lips.

Guru's tongue, hard and aroused, pushed of its own volley through her lips and teeth and touched her wet tongue. She accepted his tongue on the flat of her tongue; curving, she covered his oral digit from both sides, and held it there.

Caressing his tongue this way for several moments, she offered him her tongue inside his mouth. Her juicy tongue was agile against his sturdy tongue. Mother and son french kissed each other for several minutes until Guru began to slide Reshma's shalwar over her hips.

Guru took her dress off in seconds. It didn't take him long to take his off too. He wiped his face with her garments as if it is a sterile towel. He wiped his chest, his neck, and his armpits with the holy wetness of his mother's garment.

Sitting at her feet, he felt her calves and legs against his face. Raising each foot, he kissed her toes. Guru is stark naked and was looking like a Greek god.

"You want to fuck me, don't you Guru?" Reshma said, raking her pubic bush with his erect penis. She was holding it, almost painfully for him. She stroked his cock across the longitude of her raised clitoris. "If you want to fuck me, you have to talk dirty."

She positioned his ramrod along the slit of her pussy, giving the bulbous head the first sip of her pussy juice to taste. "If you don't talk dirty, you have to put up with this teasing." She pulled his rigid cock downward, tried to reach her asshole with his cock head.

Guru kept silent. If not, he wouldn't have enjoyed the sexiness of his mother. "I am a wicked mother," she says. "If I am to be fucked by my son, I am talked dirty too by my son." She swiped his cock along her slit, giving the hungry cockhead another sip of her pussy juice to bath in. She made the rigid cock slither in the wide garden of her pubic forest.

"My mother is a saint, and a queen. My mother's pussy was stretched only twice. Once when she gave birth to me, and when my cock ravished her." Guru said in a sing-song fashion.

Reshma kissed Guru, a motherly lip-kiss. She pushed the half of his bulbous head into the folds of her labia. Her soft inner lips were snug against the hard cock-meat.

"My son is a bastard. My son has no morality. He wants to fuck me morning and evening. He takes my breasts in his mouth and kisses my nipples as if I am his personal whore. He fucks me as if I am a street bitch in summer heat."

Guru stole a moment and attempted to shove his cock into his mother's cunt. Reshma stopped him. What he got is a painful fist around his girth. "Utter some dirty words, my new husband," Reshma cooed, giving his cock another sip of her cunt juice. "Or sonny's bird will not enter mommy's nest."

"Let me, Mother," Guru cried. "Or I will pull out your tits." Guru pulled at his mother's breasts as if they are a pair of young rabbits and he wants to squeeze them to death.

Reshma avenged by tightening her fist around his rod. She is not kind and his cock suffered a moment of acute pain.

"Don't dare call me mother tonight," Reshma says angrily. "I am your bride."

"My bride, let me." Guru surrenders.

"And you are such a bastard," Reshma pushed her vagina onto his cock three inches forward, "you want to make your mother your bride. And mother of your babies."

"Oh fuck," Guru cried, measuring the depth of difference in feel between the two parts of his cock, one part sunk inside his mother's cunt and other part in her grip.

"Please My Ma My Bride," Guru entreated.

It works this time. Reshma steadily pushed her son's large cock into her cunt until their pubic hairs were woven. There is no doubt that Guru has accepted her mother as his bride. Hot tears well up from her soul. Her maternal emotion releases fresh juices around her son's cock. Her pussy walls collapsed on his iron-hard manhood from all sides in eternal surrender. Her arms embraced her son victoriously. She had never thought she is capable of such sentiments.

"Guru," she wept, kissing him ferociously, "Please, call me your 'Wohti' one more time?"

"Wohti my wohti."

Maternal tenderness from her heart erupted in volcanic proportion and mixed with the sugary syrup in her womanhood. Every part of her body kissed and caressed every part of her son's body. She had never found such tender love in her heart for her son.

Guru, for the first time in his life, knows what it is meant to have a woman of his own. So radical is the change that he felt as if he is a new being, without juvenile ego, without youthful frivolity, but with the knowledge of a new door opened to the deepest recess in his heart. He hugged her not as a mother, not as a sex queen, not as an erotic witch, but simply as his wife. He felt her skin against his with hitherto unknown intimacy. He felt her breasts against his chest, her belly against his, her pubic hair against his, her pussy around his cock, and her thighs against his. These touches now had new meanings, new depths. His hand was all over her maternal back, on her gentle slopes and curves, on the fleshy moons of her ass, on the sides of her regal arms, on the nape of her slender neck, on the grace of her spinal carve. His cock lurched inside her sex with a convulsive rhythm to the victory of universally acclaimed original motherhood.

In frenzy he pushed one of his finger in her anus. To his surprise it pleased her. "Mmmm... oh yeah... yessssss," she hissed.

He kept his cock deep, grinding it inside her incredibly tight channel. His finger on her torrid anus started pushing at the center of the squinting hole, the tip started entering her ass.

She had never had so much stimulation, his thick cock in her cunt, his finger in her ass. She concentrated harder, and finally pushed out with her anus. She felt his finger entering her bottom. "Oh... oh... ohgod," she gasped.

Guru slowly pushed his finger all the way in and not only felt the hot ring of her asshole tighten around his digit, but her wet, warm cunt clenched even tighter around his thick prick. His hips pulled back and he started a steady rhythm, thrusting his cock hard and deep into her cunt, over and over again, ramming into her, sometimes grinding it deep in her for a few seconds, slowly pulling back then forcefully plunging deep again.

She knew she was only a few seconds away from cresting into the most intense orgasm of her life. Feral sounds started emanating from her throat, "Uhhhhrrrr.... urrrhhh... arrrghhhh... mmmhhhh.... oh... oh... OH! ARRRH!"

Her body convulsed with the most excruciatingly wonderful orgasm. Wave after wave of erotic pleasure coursed through her uncontrollable body. It was almost as if she was getting electric shocks, periodically making her pussy and anus clamp tightly around his still thrusting cock and twisting finger, then her abdomen clenched so hard that she could barely breathe. After each intense wave of erotic delight she thought it couldn't feel better, then the next wave would wash through her topping the one she had just experienced. "Oh... urrrrrhh... oh... oh gawwwwd," she moaned.

Guru pulled his finger from her asshole, and both his hands moved. He gripped her tits roughly, digging his fingertips into her pliant flesh. He reared back again, then rammed his thick, throbbing prick so hard and deep into her hot, quivering cunt.

"OW!" She kept twitching and shaking as her orgasm kept sending wave after wave of intense pleasure through her body. His cock became a forceful piston in her cunt. She felt a dozen fierce, fast thrusts into her. Thap-thap-thap-thap... "Oh... ohgod!"

"Tell me what you want, bitch... tell me what you want."

"I... I want you to... to fuck me.... fuck me."

He rammed his throbbing dick as hard as he could into her gooey, tight cunt. He rammed deep again and grind it in her. "Urrrh! Fu-uck!" He nearly shouted. His torso leaned over his bride mother and then froze for a moment. The first ripple started deep in his balls forcing his hot jiz up, making his thick cock swell even thicker and longer, the hot gob quickly traveled up to the head then he felt it spew out the tip. "URRH!" Another half dozen spasms of his throbbing muscle instantly followed, shooting more and more viscous jiz into her womb.

Reshma felt it. The bulbous head of her Son's cock was jammed firmly against her cervix, the sudden expansion and the instant gooey nugget of hot cream spitting into the warm confines of her womb. It kept pumping, gob after gob of viscous heat filling her, seeping around the head, then down around the length of his cock. With his gripping hands on her boobs, his fingertips digging in, his rod pumping and pumping, her own ass grinding against his groin, her cunt clenching, relaxing, clenching again in spasms against his stiff muscle with all her strength as if trying to milk him; her own orgasm finally peaked.

Her own Son had just given her more hot pleasure than she had ever experience. Her entire body was tingling, shivering with delicious pleasure and thrilling pleasure-pain. In her inebriated state, she didn't fully realize that at least some of her erotic fulfillment was from how he had fucked her, how she had loved being dominated, ordered, forced. She had loved struggling but then giving in to him, and loved not having to think. All she had to do was feel, and know his entire attention was focused on her, on her alone. She felt the last gob of hot goo spew into her stretched, convulsing cunt and she fainted.

Guru was gasping his breaths as his torso fell onto his mother. He couldn't remember the last time, if ever, he had cum so fucking hard. He kept his hands gripping her breasts for another minute as he caught his breath. His hands loosened, then his thumbs and index fingers clamped the taut, raspberry shaped nipples. He twisted them hard but there was no response. He was still breathing hard when he growled, "You wanted this, didn't you, bitch?" His jaw clenched when she didn't answer. He twisted her taut nipples the other way. "You need this, you love it, don't you, bitch?"

Finding no answer made him worried. "Ma ...Reshma..." he shouted "Are you okay"

He slapped on her face and she tried to control her breathing but couldn't, "Yeah... yeah... okay... okay."

"You're mine now. You're my exclusive obedient little doll. You'll do whatever the fuck I say from now on. Got that?" .

"Ahhh! Yes... yes, Guru... I'm... I'm yours!"

"Now you can have your sleep... you deserve it."

Saying that he yanked his softening cock from her cunt and left the room.





It was the horn of a truck that woke Guru. He had no idea how long he slept. Realising that he slept too long, he rushed to bathroom. He cleaned himself and remembered that cattle would be waiting for their food. Instead of going in he went out to their shed. It was dark because of clouds otherwise it was not early. Rain was again in the air. As he reached to cattle shed he realised that his mother already fed the cattle. He started searching her and found her milking the cow in cow shed. She was sitting on her haunches and filling a bucket with the milk. She saw Guru and smiled.

"Jaag Gaya mera Lal....was sleep good?."

"I am sorry ji....you should have awaken me."

"I went to your room but then thought you are too tired for work.'

"And you are fit for work....You should not have done cattle feeding by yourself."

"Cattle feeding is not a big work...Its all done."

"Can I help you now."

"You can pick the bucket when it gets filled."

Again she was looking so normal that for a while Guru thought everything that happened yesterday was a dream. But no, she was wearing a blue dress and took a shower again. To avoid dirt getting in her dress Reshma wbangd the lower portion of her shirt around her waist. From one angle a part of her waist and from another angle her waist band was visible. Events of last night started repeated themselves in his mind. He felt a great desire to kiss her but resisted the idea because they were not inside the house. Reshma apparently was busy in milking cow but in reality she was checking Guru. He was still eyeing her which was big positive. Some times a man starts ignoring the woman he wins once.

"Took this bucket in and bring another." she said to him

"have you said something to me."

"where is your mind....Milkman will come to collect milk soon." she told him

Realising the situation Guru took the milk filled bucket from his mother and went in to bring another. When he came back his mother shifted to next cow. She took the empty bucket from him and handed her Duppata [scarf] to him.

"Phar wey...Tang kar reha maino."

She started milking again and Guru started watching her again. This time he could see the swell of her bust clearly. How different are her udders from the udders of a cow. He thought. While those of cow were like bananas her were like juicy mangoes. As he watcher with lust she felt proud of her body. It pleased her to know that her beauty can mesmerism a young male still. She decided to tease him a little.

"Don't eat me with your eyes...get this bucket."

Guru blushed but had nothing to say. Straightening her dress, Reshma started standing up as he moved to pick the bucket. Instead of picking the bucket he gabbed her in his arms from behind. He kissed her on her open neck and let his erect pole go inside her asscheeks. At her front he grabbed her boobs and gave then a good squeeze. The attack was so sudden that Reshma failed to do anything about it. She shivered and spoke in anger. "Ungggg...Chadd maino...What are you doing Ass....I told you the milkman is about to come any minute."

Guru was not in a mood to listen her plea but then he heard Milkman calling his name.

"Ma the sora...why he has to come this moment." he said and let his mom go.

Reshma wore her duppata in haste. "wey...you look after the cows...I will meet him." She picked the bucket and moved to meet the milkman.

The milkman was a mature man of 45. Reshma was not new to him but that day he found her different. She was looking so sexy that he felt a stir in his loins.

"You are late brother." she told him

"Sister...its the rain....the paths are all dirty..."

He took the buckets from her and started pouring them in a bigger bucket. As he started leaving Reshma saw an neighbor lady approaching her house. Findind Reshma standing there she said,

"You were not in the house yesterday. I came to meet you twice, once before the rain and once after."

"Khair a Tai Banto.... was there anything urgent?"

"My daughter asked me to invite you on the marriage of her daughter Nimmo."

"She invited me herself but marriage is a week away."

"Yes, but last night we gathered for singing and dancing and you know no such meeting is complete without you."

"Tauba Tauba. Tai...Don't ask me what happened in rain...I thanked god when I made it back to home."

"Somebody told me that rain and hail damaged a big area."

"Chal chore...tell me the marriage is well underway or not?'

"Yes...everything going well."

[RRahul]

As the two were talking the small drops of rain started falling again. Reshma was not interested in calling the old lady in her home because she was a big talker.  She wanted her to go away but she kept talking, and the rain kept getting strong.  'Bitch go and die elsewhere' Reshma wanted to tell the old lady but in reality she was compelled to invite the old lady inside.  "Aa ja Tai ...I will prepare tea."


"I am very busy at home but it won't be bad idea to stay for a while."

"I am busy too but it won't hurt me if you spent some time here."

"The entire village praises you for your good manners.  Reshma." The old lady sat down in the veranda and kept talking.  "your husband is lucky to have you and now you have your son is back with you."

'ji ji' Reshma said and went in the kitchen to prepare tea for tai and breakfast for Guru.  When Guru came in he was surprised to see an old lady sitting there.  In his heart he cursed her but on face he smiled.

"Welcome tai...how is your health?"

"Don't ask about health son...old age a illness in itself."

"get yourself checked by a doctor." he advised 'or by the angel of death' he thought.

"Everyone praise you for the way you are looking after the chores here put." she said

Then he heard his mother telling him to get ready for breakfast.  He went to washroom just to avoid the old woman.  As he watched himself in mirror he said to himself.  'Qismat....what a bad luck, first the milkman and now this hag of a woman...when I will get a chance to be alone with my love.  Have mercy god, have mercy.'

He don't want to sit with the old lady so he went inside his room.  Just then he heard his mom telling that lady.  "Tai have your tea...I will return after giving his breakfast to Guru."

She quickly moved to his room with a tray in her hands.  Guru saw her coming but said nothing.  She put his breakfast on a side table.

"Shahbash...have your breakfast.."

"Ma...why you let this hag enter the house?'' he asked in whisper

"I won't called her from her house...She came here and rain started falling." she whispered back.

"Get her out somehow."

"She will go by herself...soon"

Then Reshma did something only a naughty girl can do.  She held one biscuit in her lips and took it near the mouth of Guru.  Guru took only half of it as he sucked more on her lips.  If the game was on then she surely was no novice.  His cock which was in rest for sometime, jumped to occasion.  Realising him getting erect Reshma rubbed his cock over the cloth of his pyjama.  He too rubbed her boobs over the shirt.

"Wey...you human or what...always erect like a steel."

"Its because of you...one touch or even a glimpse and I feel leaking."

Despite the presence of an old lady both of them were feeling very horny. If Guru was erect like a steel her cunt was soaking with lust.  As he tried to push her shirt up she held his hand.

"No...wait..."

The old lady realised that Reshma was not paying attention to her, She decided to call her.

"Thanks fo the tea Reshma...but where are you?"

They were not aware but Tai Banto came to say this near the room.  Quickly they seprated.  Guru started sipping tea and Reshma went out to meet the lady.

"Fuck your family old hag...Kutti sali" he said to himself

After having his breakfast Guru came out of his room.  Both the women were stting and talking.  Seeing him the old lady said, "I am taking your mother with me son"

"What?  why?"

"A marriage is taking place in our house and we want her opinion about some dresses."

The information hit him like a arrow in the heart.  he looked towards his mom.  His eyes were pleading her to stay but she didn't want to make anyone suspicious.

"I will be back soon...give me the umbrella and close the door."

"You should also pay a visit to our house sometime." The old hag said to Guru.

Before he could think of something to say they were gone.  How lucky was the last day and how bad is today.  He thought.  For sometime he watched rain falling then started thinking about his mother.  Where he was wanting her to be in his arms she was suggesting dress designs to some foolish women.  As the more time passed he thought of going to that house himself and bring his mom back on some pretext.  Only thing that kept him going there was the thought that those people might compell him to stay too.  Was she teasing her intentionally.  Whenever he heard some voices he watched towards the open door but there was no sign of Reshma.  Why she was taking so much interest in marrige of strangers.  He even said to himself.

"Kithe reh gai...maharani"

he was a male and should dominate her.  Showing too much love might give an advantage over him.  He will wait.  He thought and saw rain stopping.  He got up and moved out of the house.  Nobody was in the street.  It was the rain that was keeping people in.  He was still deciding whether to go forward or back when he saw a woman coming towards him.  She was wearing blue.  Lord O Lord.  She was Reshma.  His heart missed a beat.  All the anger he was against her was gone.  When she came near she saw some water in the way.  Without any shame she raised her shalwar up and walked forward. This made half of her legs visible.  They were glowing like white tubes.  He thanked the god that nobody was watching her apart from him.  After coming out of water she dropped her dress down and cleared her feet then she saw her son watching her.

"what are you doing here?" she asked and fluttered her eye lids.

"Nothing ji....just talking with the clouds." he said in mock anger

"Sorry...it was not possible to leave a women gathering.  One canot avoid her social life."

"Tell me truly, you care for me or not"

"Care?  I love you Kanjra."

"Should we go home or you have some more socail duties to do?

"Listen...a bad thing has happened." she said with some sadness.  Guru looked at her and she continued.  "I lost one of my earring yesterday."

"You are wearing a pair even now."

"This one is different.  That one was heavier.  Costlier."

"Lets go home we will search that later." he suggested

"No.  we will go and search it now." she declared.  "Today we have got an umbrella."

They were in open and standing there for long time was not wise.  They quickly took a short rout towards the hut.  The air was still cool and took thier mind off sex.  As they reached near hut Guru said,

"we forgot to bring the key"

"No problem...we will enter through the window like yesterday.

For entering through window he picked his mom once again in his arms.  The soft touch of her body made him horny again.  As soon as they were inside the hut they were under the spell of sex.  She immediate started searching.  As she bent to see under the bed her ass was towards Guru.  That was too much inviting.  He closes the window and tried to mount her the way a dogs mounts a bitch.

"Let me search the 'Bali'."

"No.  later"

"Have you shut the window."

"Yeah"

He grabbed her at her waist and picked her in his lap.  He sat down on the edge of the bed and started rubbing her body at various places.  One of his hand slipped under her shirt.  He raised her bra up and held her breast.

"You teased me enough...its my turn to tease you." he said.

"Pagal...  I wanted to be with you but fate kept me away."

"You could have made a pretext and returned."

"Now don't waste the time.  I am untying my shalwar."

She loosened the waist band and Guru helped her drop it to the floor.  He asked her to pull her underwear down too and meanwhile came out of his pyjama.  Now both were naked waist down.  He kissed the pink soft cheeks of her ass and even liked at the crease of her ass cheeks.  For a second she though he might lick her anus but emotion took him over.  He grabbed at her thighs and stabbed her on the pole of his cock.

"mar gai hai....mar gai...Ahhhh...hauli vad kanjara..."

She was wet and his cok made a slick entry.  He had no idea why his mom was acting like a virgin.  To please her he said,

"I think I am not big...but your cunt is tight like that of a virgin"

"i am not a virgin...but you are big like a horse."

Packing of her cunt with a cock was good but not good enough.  She wanted him to penetrate.  In the sitting position it was not easy.  She herself started moving her bum up and down.  Guru was as surprised as he was pleased.  he grabbed her thighs and helped in move up and down.  With every jerk a new reccess was opening in her cunt.

"say you are mine."

"I am yours."

"Say I am your Khassam."

"You are my Kkassam."

"Say make me pregnant."

"make me pregnant."

This talk was having a very erotic effect on both of them.  His hand let the legs go and moved to her breast.  He started rubbing her nipples.

"A fire is burning inside your cunt."

"haye rabba.....Only you can extinguish that fire"

The wetness in her cunt increased so much that she stopped moving.  She breathing hard and feeling at the verge of a climax.  She joint her thighs tightly and Guru cried.

"I am coming ...Oh..ohoh...Aa"

When he finally stopped leaking he fell down on the bed.  Reshma laid herself along with him.  She put her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

"Are you tired?" she asked

"I am not tired but feeling satisfied like a person who quenches his thirst with water."

"I am feeling the same way."

"Do you want to search the 'bali'?"

"I lost no 'bali', I just wanted to bring you here."

"this hut is our paradise."

"Now lets go home.  You must be feeling hungry."

That was ture so he agreed to go back.  They dressed again and came out of the hut.  He was happy and smiling.  She saw that and said,

"Don't smile like a fool....you should be ashamed of fucking your mother."

"I don't know Mom ...whether she is the one who is fucking me or me fucking her."

"kamina...  not feeling any shame at fucking her four times."

"Not four mem...three times."

"Three time ...don't you know the counting?"

"Three times in the hut"

"And once in the night...how can you not count that."

"Don't count everything..soon you will forget counting."

"Its my cunt that gets the pain, its my cunt that gets teared, how can I not count."

"Stop talking like a foolish child."

"Aaho ji....you have fucked me , now you don't want to listen my voice."

"Your voice is sweeter than that of nightingale ji....I wanted to stop you because we are approaching the village."

"okay...okay."

"Mafi ji"

Reshma smiled at the innocence of her son.  As they entered the street of thier home they saw some people walking there.  Silently they made to their home.  Once inside she told him to go and look after the cattle, while she would prepare food.  Just before entering the kitchen she realised that she was not clean.  Her mother always advised her that she should enter the kitchen only when clean.  'Tauba Tauba'.  She decided to take a quick shower.

As soon as she went into her bathroom Guru came in.  He went to kichen first.  She was not there.  He quickly took some milk and came out of the kitchen.  He could guess where she was.  He went in her room and looked at her bathroom door.  The door was closed so he knocked.

"Kon...?" she asked

"Tera Khassam." he said laughing

"Go away and take a shower yourself."

"I want to tell you something urgent."

"We will talk after the shower.  or you can tell it from outside."

"just for one minute...open the door."

"I can understand your urgent work...  only a hour ago you had me Kanjra."

"Dont take me wrong."

"No..Later ...okay"

As she was talking she was taking her dress and jewelry off.  Soon she was standing buck naked inside the bathroom.  From a small hole Guru peeked inside.  The nakedness in front of him was so different.  She appeared another woman to him.

"Okay I am going...  and in protest I will not eat." Guru said and started to move.

Just then he saw the door of bathroom opening.  He quickly entered the bathroom and bolted the door.  He saw Reshma standing with her back towards him.  She was semi wet and trying to pour more water over her body.

"What you want to say." she asked without turning her face to him.  "Bol vi...I want to take a bath."

She wanted him to act but Guru was watching her nudity in amazement.  The curve of her waist and the swell of her buttocks were highly erotic.  Some water was flowing from her hairs towards her 'Gaand'.  He moved behind her and caressed her ass.  The entire body of Reshma trembled at that touch.

"You said you want to say something...Harami...this is what you want to say.  I had my doubts about you.

"You are my Queen...  and you have a body I can't resist for a minute."

"I know why you are calling me Queen..."

"Then tell....why"

"Getting me ready for another attack of your unbearable cock."

Guru put his arms around her by getting them under her armpits.  He started messaging the upthrust of her chest.  She was so moved that she started breathing hard.  She thrust her ass backward and found that her son was as naked as her.  His cock made a small push inside the crack of her ass cheeks.  He rubbed her hard at front.  She moaned.

"Why don't you show some patience..."

"You are like a fire and I am like a wood my Queen...  I can't resist you."

"Aahhhhhh....unnnngggghhhj.....  I think it was mistake to let you fuck me.  I was not aware that you will use me day and night."

The truth was, however, quiet opposite.  She was enjoying the attention she was getting from her young virile son.

"I am three in one for you Ma" he said and explained.  "Your son, your husband and your lover.  you have to satisfy all three of me."

He pinched her nipples and pulled her boobs.  Again she cried in pain but something in her wanted him to continue.

"You are making me your personal slut.  don't call me Queen."

"Can I call you my doll."

"A good child dress his or her doll but you are undressing yours."

"Because mine looks better without the dress."

"No son can even think of talking like that to his mom.'

"No mom can put the cock of her son with her hand in her puddi."

He took the lobe of the one of her ear and sucked on it.  That was a breath taking act for Reshma.  He kept licking her ear and she kept groaning.  Then he pulled her a little and turned her toward the sink.  Resting her elbows on the counter top, she bent over, spread her legs out wide and leaned her ass back to him.  He fell behind her on his knees and saw a wonderful sight.  Two of her most secret holes were displayed to him . They were a feast for the eyes of a horny man like him.  He slowly spread the folds of her cunt and watched.  The folds were wet and swollen.  They were pink, wrinkled and pearlescent in the bathroom light.  She used her fingers to pull them apart, showing the barest darkness of a hole near the bottom, surrounded like the center of a flower with wet pink petals.  Then she moved her fingers upwards and began to play with a firm bud of flesh.

A clitoris!  Guru was looking at a clitoris for the first time!  "What is this Reshma ji...?"

He reached up with a finger, touching over the wet pearl that was her clitoris.  It was firm but rubbery, and moved if he pressed hard.  It also seemed to have a sheath of sorts.  The more he touched it, the more Reshma moaned.

"Na kar Harami....I feel like dying." she screamed

He bit his bottom lip and moved his finger lower.  He stroked the sexy folds of his mother's pussy.  She closed her eyes and let her head drop back.  Her wet dark hair dripped water all over bathroom floor when she shook her head and moaned.

He wanted to taste her.  Not completely but a little.  He pushed his face against her pussy.  She was hot.  She was wet and there was also a sweet musky scent that coated all of the tiny folds he found himself licking.  He tried to kiss her pussy but that seemed so inadequate in this close proximity.  So he continued to flick his tongue out over her sex.  Guru took long strokes with his tongue, licking her from top to bottom.

He must have been doing it right because Reshma shuddered and moaned.

"Hey Mata....  that feels so fucking good!" She cried.

Guru licked up and down, feeling his arms beginning to shake under the weight.  His sister was a short, petite girl but maybe her breasts were a bit too heavy.  He was starting to lose hold of her.  And he wanted to do a good job, wanted to show her he was a fast learner.

Guru shoved his tongue into Reshma's cunthole, and swirled it around.  Then he fucked her with it, fattening it sometimes, and other times making it like a snake, thin and slippery.  She got wetter.  And wetter.  And wetter!  And sweeter too!

Guru licked and sucked more, forcing his face hard against his sister's cunt.  He fucked her hole with his tongue, squeezing her ass cheeks even as he began to lose his grip.

"Little more...little more, Guru!" She was crying out loud now, head tossed back.  "Yes, yes yes!  mar ditta mainu"

He knew it was time, she was cumming.  He wondered what would happen.  Would she spurt the way guys do?  Reshma writhed and rocked, obviously losing control of her whole body as she came.  And sweet nectar of sex filled Guru's waiting mouth.  He tongued it up, drinking her full juices. It was like a watery syrup, weirdly flesh like in taste but not in a bad way.  He licked and lapped until he pulled his head away.

"Enough!  You're driving me, uffff, crazy!"

His face was slick with her pussy juice and she was smiling at him as she took a towel and wiped him clean.  Then she looked down at his cock, which as erect as ever.

"I think," she said softly, "I don't need that now.  You satisfied me with your tongue."

"No...don't give me that...Reshma ji....."

He pushed her back to sink and stood up.  She trembled as he put the bulbous head of his cock over her cunt.  Leaning his hips forward, he felt his cock ease into her cunt.  She felt so soft, so warm and wet as he slipped inch by inch into her.

Slowly withdrawing, be then pushed into her again, feeling her caress every bit of his cock with the walls of her pussy.  He pulled out again and then shoved harder, feeling his balls bounce off of her.  Picking up speed he grabbed her hips as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper into her, watching her ass jiggle as their bodies slapped together.

Only then something disturbed them beyond their wildest imagination.  The phone started ringing.  Reshma could guess that it was from her husband. It stopped ringing once but then started ringing again.

"Wey phone ....  Hai wey phone." She froze and said

"Fuck the phone Ma...ignore it..."

"It may be from your father..."

She struggled and freed herself.  Knowing the importance of the phone she ran into the room without wearing any cloths.  Guru watched her pick the phone naked.

"Where you were? ....what took you so long?" She heard the angry voice of Satpal.

"I was in the kitchen....Cooking Saag...and..." She replied in a softer tone.  "How are you."

"I am Alright...I once phoned yesterday.  Nobody answered,"

"We, I mean me and Guru were held out by the rain...Ki dassan..."

"Bas, Bas....  listen the doctor admitted me here in his hospital."

"Haye...Why?" She spoke like a wife worried about her husband.

"Nothing to worry...Just a few more tests...."

"Chalo theek....I will pray for your health."

"Listen...  I will not return tomorrow....It will take three more days here."

She could express how pleasing was that news to her.  "Acha"

"How is Guru...Taking care."

"He is right....he is taking care of everything ...especially my care."

After that her husband decided to shut the phone.  Guru saw her putting the phone back.  he ran towards her and grabbed her in his arms.  He started kissing her like a mad man.  She wanted to resist but failed to say anything.  She started kissing him back.  He sucked her tongue and she put her arms around his neck.  How strong is he?  she thought.  They kissed deeply for several seconds, their tongues tangling.

Guru sat down on a armless chair.  He picked Reshma at her ass and raised her up.  She knew what he wanted.  Happily she let her legs go around his waist and sat down in his lap.  Guru was quick to insert his cock into her cunt.  She straddled his hips and melted her dripping cunt onto his cock.  When she had it in all the way, she began to ride his cock. There was a mirror in the room through which Guru could watch how his cock pistoned upward to meet his mom's downward plung.

Even minutes ago she had an orgasm but felt another building inside her. Guru continued shoving his cock in and out of his mother, feeling the sensation of her envelope him, feeling her wetness slide over him, feeling her warmth draw him in.  He was going deeper and deeper with each pump, until he felt their pubic mounds meet and he knew he was in all the way.  As he opened and closed her buttocks, he found her anus winking up at her, and he quickly pressed a finger, then two fingers to her anal ring.  When he had it fairly loose and reasonably lubricated, he pushed the fingers in and began to finger fuck her tight ass.  It didn't stay tight long, however, as the more he finger-reamed her ass, the more open and relaxed it got.

Reshma was nearly comatose as a succession of orgasms spilled from her. Watching her cry in ecstacy he couldn't hold off any more and arching his back he came, spurting his cum into his mother's pussy in spurt after spurt. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her tight, keeping himself pushed tight against her ass, trying to keep his cock inside her as it slowly shrank.  She finally crashed with a violent, full-body trembler that left her witless.

None of them talked and there was nothing to talk.  Finally she spoke.

"There is a good news."

"Tell me please."

"H is not coming ...ullo da patta, Satpal is not coming for another three days." she was smiling telling that.

"Good oye....what a news." he said and thought for a second.  "After watching you talking to him nude, I have an idea?"

"An idea...Tauba...teri Shaitani Soch."

"Reshma ji today we will not wear any dresses."

"Tut paina...  I have to cook food."

"You will cook nude and I will watch."



She obeyed the order of Guru and remained nude.  On her demand Guru closed all the windows and drew curtains over them.  She went to piss nude and went to cook nude.  Their house was built in such away that watching them from outside was not possible.  They ate late and after having some hot tea they laid themself together on the same bed.  For sometime they talked like two lovers.

"only one thing bothers me in this relationship Guru" she said with some sadness.

"And what is that?"

"The way I talk with you...I really don't know why I talk dirty...with you."

"Your dirty talk gives me pleasure Ma...  There is nothing to worry."

"No...Only a slut talk like that...You can think that I am a woman of very low morals."

"Franky I respect you more than I love you."

"Thank you but Promise you will never change your attidude towards me."

"Pormise ji promise." He said.

Reshma let her head rest on his chest.  That was gesture of showing love. He grabbed her face and kissed her.  The kissing made him erect and his hands moved over her belly.  Slowly they moved forward to check her at her cunt.  When she saw that she said,

"Not so quick please....I am very sour down there.  Give my poor cunt some rest."

"Okay ...  Ma Ok....But god has given you so many holes to please."

"What are you saying I don't understand....."

"You have got your mouth to please and you can make a hole by joining your boobs."

"tauba...what a devil you are,"

"But the best alternative hole you got is your shitter...the bum hole."

"Mein Gaand nahin marvandi..."

"Then let me fuck your choot."

"Oh god...  what a mess I am in...."

"You 'ill have to make a decision,"

"But your cock is so big it won't go in my 'Bund'...its very tight."

"Let me try....I will stop if it pains you."

"I am agreeing only for once....right."

Guru was beyond logic now.  He plunged his tongue into her shithole, covering it with his lips and french-kissing her itchy hole.  His breathing became ragged and he spread her buttocks to gain better access to her tight, brown hole, swirling his wet tongue around the puckered rim of her anus.  As soon as he felt it wet enough he tried to insert the head of his cock inside her shitter.  The entry was difficult because of two fact.  First there was a big difference in the size of his cock and the passage of her shitter.  Second was her pychological condition.  She was expecting pain and wanted to resist it.  He held her waist and pushed forward.  The tip of the cock moved in but that was all for the time being.

"Stop for god sake....you will ruin my shitter...how will I shit then."

"Relax....nothing yet and you are crying as if I tore your shitter."

"Haye meri bund....Kanjra....you are tearing me apart." She felt the cock move forward.

"Let me think ....  if others do this to their wives then why not me." Guru said.  He saw her jerk like a fish and stopped.

"I am not a coward like other women son...but use some technique to do this."

"Can you suggest something?"

"Pick the oil bottle from the dressing table and oil my shitter."

He got up to pick the oil bottle meant for oiling hairs.  On return he saw his mom putting two pillows under her belly to give he back some elevation.  She spread her legs and he started oiling her shitter.  He put some on his cock as well.

"Are you ready?"

"Oonh..Slow be very slow....  and promise after buggering me you will let me sleep."

"No non sense Ma..Its only the begining of the of the night and you are giving up."

"You are a devil..show some mercy please."

"After three days you husband will come back...lets use this time to maximum."

"Don't get worried...I will create opportunities even in his presence."

Reshma looked back at him over her shoulder.  She wiggled her ass and moaned.  His fingers alone felt good.  She tried not to think of how much his cock was going to hurt.  The anticipation was killing her.  She wanted him to just sink it in her and get off so it would be over.  At the same time, she wanted him to go slow so she could savor every inch of that cock as it split her open.  She wanted to enjoy the feeling of it wedged inside her tight hole, sliding in and out.

The bed shifted as he knelt behind her.  She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to whimper.  She didn't want him to hear how scared she was.

Guru's hand touched her ass and she flinched.  She was trembling.  He probably knew how scared she was now.  Would he stop?  She thought not.

"Spread your ass apart," He said.  His voice was soft, just above a whisper.

She reached back with both hands.  Her heart was pounding and her breath was uneven.  She couldn't believe she was actually going to do such a nasty thing.  She heard from some other women that nothing was more intimate than being sodomised in the ass.  They claimed that it creates a kind of bond between a woman and the man who did it to her, and their relationship from that point could no longer be just casual.  Now she would share that bond forever with her son.  The thought made her feel warm and fuzzy inside.

She pulled her ass cheeks apart, trying to stretch her hole open as wide as she could.  She was trembling all over.  The cold head of Guru's cock touched her tender asshole.  She moaned.  So far it felt good.  He pressed it in and she resisted the urge to force it back out.

He pressed harder.  She squirmed, biting her lip to keep from screaming in pain.  He pressed more.  A groan came from deep in her throat.  It felt like he was trying to shove a tree into her ass.  She began to regret it. The pain was intense.

Guru pushed for a few seconds, then eased off.  The pain subsided.  She was panting.  "Is it in?" she asked.  Her voice trembled.

"Almost," he said.  "You're still too tight."

She whimpered.  It wasn't even in yet.  She didn't know if she could take this.  She must have been crazy to think she could take a cock that size in her tiny asshole.  The pain to get just the tip in was too much for her already.

Like a brutal animal her son started pushing again.  She groaned, her teeth clenched together.  She could feel herself stretching to accept him. His hands squeezed her hips and he forced himself in with a quick jerk.  Reshma cried out, blinded by a jolt of pain.  For a moment, she felt nothing but a sharp stinging, then the pain began to fade and she felt something else.  The cock was moving in and out, pushing a little deeper each time.  His cock buried entirely in his mother's chuff, his bollocks resting against her smooth cuntlips.  This was the incredible sensation she expected.  He kept pushing and she groaned.  How much of it would fit inside her?  It felt so good sliding in.  She hoped he would find room for every inch.  Then Guru put one of his hands over her Clit and rubbed.

"Oh God, Guru," She sighed.  "I am going to faint."

He began to slide his weapon in and out of her slippery arsehole, and rubbing her cunt.  The pleasurable sensations grew stronger, more difficult to resist.  His prick fucked into her arse again and again, and she chewed her lips, enduring and enjoying.  After a few minutes later Reshma had adjusted to his size and began to shove her arse back against his invading prick.  Has this bitch had been buttfucked before.  A thought passed over his mind.

"Oh, you fucker!  Make me your anal slut."

She arched her back, pushing her ass up.  His cock sunk another inch deeper and she groaned.  Guru leaned over her.  She could feel his breath on her back.  His hands came up around her sides and squeezed her tits.  He kissed the back of her neck and she shivered.  Her hands clutched the sheets, balling them up in her fists just to hang on.  She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip in her teeth.  He was rocking her back and forth, forcing more and more of his cock into her tight asshole.  The anticipation of the orgasm that would wash over her trembling body thrilled her.  Her clit was so sensitive under his fingers that she heard herself begging him to stop.  He didn't stop.  He fucked her.  It was what she'd asked for, and it was what he gave her.  Emma thrashed wildly on the bed, her body spastically out of control as her elder brother's huge prick ravaged her shit-tube until she could stand it no longer.  Panting loudly, She collapsed on the bed like a rag-doll, his slippery cock slipping from her back-passage with a slurp.  Guru bent down to kiss her neck, his hard prick resting between her slick buttocks.  As her naked body spasmed in the clutches of her climax, Guru pulled the cheeks of her arse wide open and gazed at her gaping anus.  With a single thrust he penetrated her shitter and sodomised her with renewed vigour.  With it would come the sensation of his warm cum shooting inside her.Just then she felt his orgasm explode inside her, and she blushed.  To Guru's surprise he didn't lose his erection and was able to continue buggering his beautiful mother, unbelievably aroused by sensation of his knob slipping through the mass of his own semen in her rectum.

Overflowing with jism and lube, Reshma's shit-tube slurped under the assault of her son's hefty cock.  She slapped her fanny with the palm of her hand, gasping as another orgasm took hold of her thrashing body.  Suddenly Guru gasped too, and she knew that he was going to come again, that he was going to splatter her guts once more with the discharge of his jism.  She thrust her arse back against him, engulfing his prick in her tight shitter, and she wiggled her arse from side to side, her shitting muscles.  She was unable to prevent her own orgasm.

"So this is what it's like!" she moaned from deep in her guts,



"Look, Guru Look." Reshma said and turned herself once in front of him.

"I see nothing new."

"Khotaya ...look at my belly." She pointed to the extra roundness of her belly.

It was dawned to Guru that he made his mom Reshma pregnant.  Her body had blossomed and the weight she had gained had filled her out in all the right places.  Her ass had a smooth roundness and her breasts had increased at least a cup size to a nice full C.  The most distinctive change had been in her face, where the added flesh had softened her features.  Like all women carrying a child her skin glowed with health, and Guru thought she had gone from pretty to hot as hell, despite the obvious swell of pregnancy in her belly.

"O Ma...I am so happy."

"Tell me honestly, Guru, do you think I'm beautiful?" Reshma asked

Guru chuckled, "I've always thought you were the hottest female on earth."

"OK," said she giggling, "Now compared to before I was pregnant."

"No question," he said, "you're twice as beautiful.

He took her in his arms and kissed her fervertly.  That was a high point in their romance and none of them was feeling ashamed.  What about Satpal and the rest of the village.  There was not much problem.  Everyone took the up coming baby as the baby of Satpal.  Nobody had slightest idea that it is the work of her son Guru.

[RRahul]

An Everlasting Affair

It all began when I lost my new-born baby boy just after 15 days of his birth. He was suffering from some rare complications in his kidney.
They say that breast-feeding is good for both mother and child. It helps to maintain good health of baby as well as mother. Agreed, but what to do when there is no baby?
I didn't know what to do with my breasts. My body was producing milk and there was no one to consume it. There was a severe pain in my breasts due to accumulation of milk. Also I was feeling fever. I asked Ketan, my hubby to help. He sucked my breasts for few seconds once and refused to comply next time. He said he didn't like smell. He even refused to come close forget about making love.
I complained about pain to the doctor at the nursing home. Doctor advised me to throw away milk by pressing my breasts with my own hands. I tried this but I felt very guilty. I was wasting energy given to me by God!
I approached one NGO. They sent me to orphanage to breastfeed one abandoned newborn baby. I didn't like baby's face. I asked for another baby. No one really cared. The baby was crying too much. I noticed that babies were not cared properly and there was lack of hygiene.
I just couldn't breast-feed the baby. I left the orphanage and never went back. My breasts were becoming heavy. I had to press and throw away the milk.
'Ketan, what do I do now?' I asked my hubby next day morning when he was getting ready to go to office.
He just didn't react.
'Why can't you help me, Ketan?' I was about to cry.
He shouted, 'Go to hell!' and left home.
I cried. I threw my self in bed and hide my face under pillow and cried more. I felt very lonely and helpless. 
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
'What happened Bahu, why are you crying?' I heard my father-in-law's voice. I got up and dried tears from my face with pallu of my saree. Immediately I realized my error. My father-in-law was watching me and I had exposed my breasts to him. I replaced the pallu and sat properly.
'Bahu, what's wrong?' he was sitting in bed beside me. I got up and stood keeping some distance.
'Nothing, Babuji!' 
'Tell me what it is. May be I can help you?' he got up from the bed and came nearer.
I sat down on the edge of bed and said, 'Babuji, your son doesn't love me.'
There was a pin drop silence. I regretted saying this. In the three years of my marriage with Ketan, I had complained for the first time.
'This is a very serious allegation. I must know what happened between you two.' Babuji pulled a chair and sat before me. 'Tell me, what is the matter?'
I thought for few seconds. Sushmita, Sush, should I tell or shouldn't I? 
I didn't know my father-in-law well. We had not lived together. My father-in-law came to stay with us very recently after the death of my MIL. He was in good health and had a good charming personality. He had made friends in our neighborhood in no time. I decided to take a chance as he was an elder in the home and might be able to help solve my problem.
I told him the problem in detail and concluded, 'Babuji, Ketan refused to help me!'
'Well,' Babuji said, 'Lot of men don't like the smell of milk on their wives body. May be Ketan is one of them!'
'Babuji, what do I do?' I asked him desperately.
There was a silence.
I said, 'Sorry to bother you Babuji, I shouldn't have told you the problem at all!'
'Bahu,' father-in-law said quietly, 'If you don't mind, allow me and I shall suck your breasts!' 
I was taken aback.
I had never ever imagined that my father-in-law could play the roll of my baby.
'Just think over. In the meantime, I shall make coffee for you.' He left for kitchen. I was so dumbfound that I couldn't stop him and say that making coffee was my duty.
Well Sush, baby, what to do now? 
In the three month of his stay with us, my father-in-law had impressed me a lot. He is cultured and very well behaved man. Also he has a good sense of humor which Ketan, my hubby lacks. He has never eyed me the way some senior citizens try to undress or bang you by their eyes only. All signs of a perfect gentleman!
'Coffee!' he brought two cups of coffee in a tray. I picked up a cup without saying a word and had a sip.
'So', he asked, 'What have you decided, Bahu?'
Go! Sush, go for it, now! 
I said, 'Babuji, I am ready to breast-feed you but I have few conditions.'
'Go on.' He said.
'Number one, this has to be confidential between two of us.' I said.
'Of course, agreed.' He said.
'Number two, you will be blindfolded.'
Surprised but still, he smiled and said, 'Agreed.'
'Number three, apart from sucking, you will not touch me anywhere. Is that okay?'
He smiled again and said, 'Okay, agreed.'
'Babuji, you will have to suck my breasts at least twice a day. We shall start today right now. I expect you in my bed room in five minutes from now.' I gulped down last sip of coffee and saw that Babuji hasn't touched his coffee at all! 
'Babuji, your coffee will get cold!'
He said, 'I don't need coffee now!'
Am I doing right? Or am I wrong? 
I heard knock on the door. I missed a heartbeat.
'Please come in, Babuji!' I said.
He came in and stood in the door clueless. I went ahead and made him sit on my bed. I blindfold him with a black dupatta I found from my wardrobe. 
I stared him for a moment.
Sush, are you sure you know what are you doing? Someone was asking me. Yes, I know what I am doing. I dropped pallu of my saree, unbuttoned my blouse, lifted my bra, rubbed my right breast little and squeezed my nipple. Tiny drops of milk appeared. I thrust my breast in his waiting mouth.


'Suck Babuji!' I said and held his head in my hands close to my body.
He placed his teeth on my nipple and began sucking.
[img=0x0]https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/proxy/Ooq9y3okiQZrCic7UeMTxlwP3O34AoF8_CFz14xBwlRUUDZcKNwUQ_yEvbNYTnwFx7hZdCWy90GTPlY-O9__tkbIKce56KDB50KZpeTiGrYosQm31KrZ0cbvl076e7E2LNRXe4z4=s0-d[/img]Flow of milk was passing from my body in to his. After few minutes, I shifted his mouth to my left breast. He sucked like an obedient child. He sucked and sucked.
He was not just sucking my breast. He was sucking my pains, my worries, my troubles, and my agonies.
After few minutes I sat on bed crossed legs and made my father-in-law lie in my lap. I placed his hands around my waist. He sucked me.
After half an hour, I pushed his head away from my body. I stepped down from bed. I adjusted my bra and buttoned my blouse. I removed his blindfold. I didn't bother to cover my breasts with pallu and held his face in my palms. I planted kisses on his cheeks. 'Thank you very much, Babuji!' I pulled his head and pressed deep in to my breasts. Tears began flowing from my eyes. 'Babuji, you have no idea, how happy I am today!'
He got up and hugged me tightly. He said, 'Bahu, I love you!'
After having afternoon tea my father-in-law was about to go for an evening walk. I asked, 'What time will you return, Babuji?
'What time you want me to return? He asked.
I said, 'Please remember that Ketan returns any time after eight in the evening!'
'Okay.' He said and left.
I went in to balcony to watch him going. To my surprise, he saw up in to balcony. Did he anticipate me looking for him? I waved my hand and he replied back by waving his hand. He dissolved in to crowd on the street.
I shaved my armpits. I shaved my pussy clean. I took a shower bath. I wore fresh set of bra and panty. I wore fresh petticoat. I selected new fresh saree. I went for a contrast color very low-cut blouse. I changed my hair style. I wore a dozen glass bangles on my left wrist. I wore my favorite perfume. I checked my self in mirror. I was happy with my look.
'Sush, are you waiting for your lover?' some one asked me. 'Get lost!' I said, 'He is my father-in-law! He is like my father!'
I watched television while waiting for my father-in-law to return. Not a single program on any channel could hold my attention. Time seem to flow very slowly. After a long wait door bell rang.
I almost rushed to open the door. I was disappointed. 
Ketan, my hubby had returned.
'Let me in!' he was irritated. I realized that I had blocked the way. I stepped aside. He came in. There was no sign of my father-in-law. 
He went in our bedroom. I didn't know what to do. I went behind him. He was searching for some thing in his drawer.
'You are early today.' I said.
'Any problem?' he was annoyed. As I didn't react, he said after few seconds, 'An urgent company meeting is going on. I need some files I had brought home. I have to go back.' He found the files. 
But he was in no mood to go back. He slump on sofa. 
'Shall I make tea for you?' I asked him though I wanted to ask him why you don't go.
'No.' he said and closed his eyes. No movement. Why isn't he going? I said, 'Ketan, didn't you said about some company meeting?'
Go! Go! My heart was shouting.
'Yes.' He got up lazily.
'Ketan, are you all right?'
'Huh? I am just tired, that's all.' 
'Ketan, you are working hard. You need a vacation. Just try to spare some days and I shall plan an outing!' I didn't know how I spoke those lines considering the fact that I was wishing him to get lost immediately.
His face didn't change at all. He headed towards door. 'I'll be late. Don't wait for dinner.' He left.
No thanks, no good bye, no hug, no parting kiss. That was my husband.
I didn't go in the balcony. He never looks back for me.
After eternity, the door bell rang again. This time it was my father-in-law. He was smiling.
'Babuji, why are you so late? Where were you?'
'It's just thirty pass seven!' he said, 'I had been away for just one and half hour!'
'Ketan was here!' I exclaimed.
'I know. I saw his car entering. Therefore I waited in the society garden. I know he was going back.'
'How did you know he was going back?' I asked.
'He didn't park the car in its place.'
'Smart thinking.' I held his hand and almost pulled him in to my bed room. I noticed he was hiding something behind his back.
'What's that?'
He produced a beautiful yellow rose.
'This is for you, Sushmita!' he said.
For the first time he called me by my name.
'Thank you Babuji, it's so nice of you.' I said. He helped me to insert the rose in my hair. 'Color yellow is for friendship.' He said, 'We are friends, right?'
'Yes Babuji, we are friends!' I shook hands with him.
'Bahu, is that okay if I call you "Sushmita"?'
'Of course okay, Babuji, it will be better if you call me just "Sush."
'Sush! That's fine! Sush, you look very pretty!'
'Thanks Babuji!'
We laughed. His remark set me thinking. My hubby had failed to notice what my father-in-law had. He has failed to notice my new saree, my new hair style and my make-up! 
I made him sit on bed and stood in front of him. I dropped pallu of my sari and started unbuttoning my blouse. He smiled mischievously.
'What happened?' I stopped and asked him.
He said, 'Thanks for not blindfold me!' he was looking at my breasts which I was about to unveil.
'Uppps!' I covered my breasts with my pallu of my saree and blindfold him.
He said, 'Sush, there is one problem. It's very uncomfortable to suck when your top is on.'
'Naughty, Babuji, you are very naughty!' But I understand his problem. For me also it was uncomfortable. I removed my blouse and bra totally and became topless. I pressed my boobs. I pulled his head close and thrust my left breast in his waiting mouth.
He began sucking.
After few seconds I placed his hand on my other breast and prompted to play with it. He fondled with my breast. He changed the breast on his own after few minutes. Also his hand caresses my other breast without my guidance. I had already given him my consent.
I was in seventh heaven. He was caressing my body with tenderness and love. How I wish time never flies!
When he was through, he kissed my breasts and pulled himself away. While removing blindfold I said, 'Babuji, please open your eyes. I want you to see me topless.' 
Immediately I covered both my breasts with my palms. 
He saw me without blinking his eyes. 
'Beautiful! Mind-blowing!' He touched my shoulders. He brought his hands lower and pushed my hands away and grabbed my breasts. He fondled them and said, 'Sush, you are sexy!'
I pulled him close and rubbed his head between my breasts vigorously. 
Ketan returned home very late in the night.
He slept till late in the morning. I saw my father-in-law moving restlessly in home.
'Babuji, what's the matter? You need something?' I asked him innocently when he followed me in to kitchen.
'Isn't he going to office?'
'No! He is too tired and I told him to take rest.' I lied.
'Is it? You told him to take rest?' he asked.
'Any problem?' 
'Why should I have a problem with that? He is your husband!' he turned to go out of kitchen.
Clearly, he was annoyed and upset.
I caught his hand just in time. 'Babuji!' I pulled him close to me. I placed my hands on his waist and pressed my breasts in to his chest. 'He is my hubby but you are my dear Babuji!'
He was frightened. 'Sush! What if he-'
I locked his lips with mine. 
Ketan took his time to come out of sleep. Babuji had already left for library after loosing hopes. I didn't call him on his cell phone after Ketan eventually left for office. father-in-law returned almost at noon.
I said, 'Babuji. I thought you left Mumbai.'
'I was lost in to one particular book at the library.' He explained.
Annoyed by the reply, I asked, 'Was that book more interesting than me?' 
'Hell no!' he said hurriedly, 'No book on this earth can ever be more interesting than you!' he tried to touch me but I moved away.
He followed me and said, 'Sush, I am sorry!'
'Why should you go to a library?' I was angry, 'Why couldn't you wait in the society garden just like yesterday?'
He grabbed my hand and pulled me close and locked my lips with his. 


He pulled my saree apart. 'Let's go in to my room for a change!' He said. 
When I was I unbuttoning my blouse he pulled me in bed.
He fondled with my breasts. His tongue encircled my nipples. He undressed me. He caressed my inner thighs. He kissed my love-hole. When he was relaxing for some seconds, I said, 'Babuji, now it's my turn to suck you!' I began unbuttoning his shirt. After squeezing and sucking his male nipples of his hairy chest for quite a considerable time, I touched ballooned area of his trouser and asked, 'Babuji, why don't you offer me the real thing to suck?' 
'Sure, my baby!' he unzipped his trouser.
[img=0x0]https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/proxy/eCs31I82utmSaypGCZ9uTMSwypYwfO2JEEvhE8IPBsIJhB2wC3YCfeIPWykgGvNB528TbV5sqEqmdM9YUGVY04B5Zdne5pukCq7aUYhNMPua9oQ=s0-d[/img]One thing leads to another and very soon we were making love in bed. Within two or three days my body had stopped manufacturing milk. But we continued. We were in love.
He was sixty-five but very much fit and fine. I was only twenty-five. I was slim and sexy. 



Encounter with my father-in-law made me realize the real woman within me. I realized why I was not happy with my hubby. Ketan always ignored me. My father-in-law made me realize I was a woman, a real beautiful woman. My moral was going low. My father-in-law took my care and enhanced my moral. 
Many a time just holding his hand was enough for me. Some time I would suck his thumb for hours. 

Some times he would just move his hand through my hairs and that was enough. Watching a sunset sitting close to each other in balcony is so romantic!
My love for father-in-law didn't take me away from my hubby. Rather my relationship with Ketan improved. I began loving him more intensely. He too reciprocated and began to show more respect and love for me. Frequency of making love also increased. I felt I was blessed.


So I continued fucking my hubby as well as my father-in-law. Afternoons were reserved for father-in-law and nights were for hubby. I enjoyed the game of love with both my lovers. Ketan was aggressive and Babuji was cool. He was a like an artist. Many a time he made me reaches multiple orgasms. Ketan use to fuck me only in missionary posture. Babuji was innovative. He always tried new and different postures. I made him fuck my ass also. We saw many porn movies together and played many indoor sex-games.
In no time I was pregnant again.

Both my hubby and father-in-law were happy to here the news. 'Is it mine?' father-in-law had asked.


'Of course it is yours, Babuji!' I lied to him. The fact was I did not know who the real father was. I never used any protection. I was sleeping with both of them regularly. Ketan had no reason to doubt my loyalty since I had been successful in keeping my affair secret.


I gave birth to a son. Also I had a daughter after five years. This time also I had no knowledge about who the real father was. 


Though my lover is not getting any younger he is always eager to make me happy. Nowadays he is suffering from early ejaculation. Many a times it becomes difficult for him to get proper hard-on. Without loosing his heart, he would give me pleasure by his fingers. He is at his best when he is making love to me with his tongue. 
Only regret in my life is I could never try threesome. 

[RRahul]

The Stormy Night

It was raining cats and dogs when I got off the bus at bus stand. Even though I made a very quick dash to the nearest shelter that was just a few feet away I got drenched. I found an empty bench away from the slanting rain and sat on it to take stock of my plight.

I am Mohan, a twenty two year old engineer, working as an engineer trainee in a reputed private firm in Madras (the city is now known as Chennai). My company worked five days a week. A very good friend of mine was getting married that Saturday night in his native place; a very small town some 50 miles away from Vijayawada. It was an impulsive, last minute decision on my part to attend that wedding.

Unfortunately for me, I couldn't get a train ticket and had to travel sitting in a bus all the way. Even as I left Madras on that Friday night, a cyclonic storm was making its way towards the South India in the Bay of Bengal. During that night of my travel it intensified further. The bus was buffeted by rain and strong winds and the journey was very wet and tiring. But, somehow, we managed to reach Vijayawada around eight in the morning that Saturday.

I had a cup of hot coffee at the coffee stall and then went to the inquiry counter. My plan was to take another bus to my friend's town.

"Forget it, Sir! All the buses are cancelled. The storm is going to cross the coast in a few hours quite close to us. Go and find yourself a safe accommodation. Everything is closing down in a couple of hours." It appeared to me that the inquiry clerk was trying to scare me and getting a kick out of it.

I moved away from the counter and looked around. There were only few people around and most of the stalls and ticket counters had already closed down. Perhaps, most of them didn't open at all that morning and the few people around were in a rush to go to the warmth and safety of their homes.

What should I do? I have to spend the day at Vijayawada for sure and wait for the storm to cross the coast, do its damage and destruction and weaken. But where do I stay? A hotel is not a luxury I could afford at that stage nor had I come prepared for such an expense. It was the fag end of the month and I was broke as usual.

Murthy! Yes! The solution came to me in a flash. Murthy's father was a friend of my father. Murthy must be around thirty now. I haven't seen him in the past five years. But, I knew

Murthy was working in Vijayawada and he lived here with his wife. More importantly, Murthy was highly obliged to my father.

It was my father who helped him secure his present good job with a private company. This was about five years back. Murthy worked hard, did well and got married. Though, I haven't seen him for a long time I was aware of these developments through my folks. I also remembered someone mentioning a few months back that his house was in the lane next to a famous theater, a landmark of sort in Vijayawada.

I decided to take my chances and find shelter with Murthy. I knew that the theater was only about a mile away from bus stand. But in this heavy rain that was quite a long way. I looked around and found a cycle rickshaw guy who was willing to take me. He demanded thrice the normal fare and I felt, given this weather, he was very reasonable. I got into the rickshaw.

Have you ever traveled in a cycle rickshaw with heavy rains lashing and gusty winds trying to blow you away? It can get really scary! I got totally drenched and so was my small travel bag. I felt awfully bad about the guy pulling the rickshaw. He was unable to pedal the bicycle against the strong wind and so, pulled the rickshaw manually. It took almost half an hour for us to reach the theater.

He stopped at the entry to the lane next to the theater.

"This is your lane, sir." He pointed out.

I looked. There was no road visible. The lane was like a canal; water flowing down to the other end. It looked at least a couple of feet deep, if not more.

"You will have to walk the rest of the way, sir. I am sorry." He said. I didn't argue. I paid his fare and a handsome tip. He deserved it.

I got down from the rickshaw and moved to the shelter provided by a small tree at the corner. I looked into the lane. There was no one around. All the houses had their doors and windows firmly shut. People were sensible and they were staying indoors. I didn't have any idea about Murthy's home. I stood there wondering what to do.

My savior was a ten year old boy who came from behind me and was going into the same lane. He was protected by an umbrella too.

"Hello! Could you tell me where is Murthy's house?"

"Which Murthy?" He asked seriously. I knew that in this part of the town, every other man was a Murthy. I tried to recollect his first name.

The boy was obviously smart and clever.

"Young Murthy sir or old man Murthy sir?" He asked.

"Young Murthy" I replied promptly.

He pointed to the second house on the right side and said, "Upstairs." He went his way and I blessed him and his parents.

I made my way to Murthy's house, wading through knee deep water, covering my head with my bag for protection against the heavy rain. I opened the small wooden gate. It was a two storied house a few feet above the street level. There was a small three feet paved pathway around the house and the main door was locked with a big lock from outside. Obviously, they were out.

I found the stair case to my left, climbed the stairs and reached the upstairs portion.

I earnestly hoped that this was indeed Murthy's place and he was there. I knocked on the wooden door. There was no answer and I knocked harder and longer.

The door didn't open but a small window to the right of the door and a few feet away opened.

"Who is it?" A female voice inquired.

"Is Murthy sir there?" I asked her.

"No. He is not here. Who wants him?" She asked again.

I gave her my name and introduced myself as a friend of Murthy. To give her some confidence, I told her my father's name.

It was as if I said, "Open Sesame!" The window shut and the door opened immediately. I rushed indoor and it took a lot of effort to shut the door against the winds.

"I am Jaya, his wife." She introduced herself.

Seeing my totally drenched condition she went inside and returned with a fresh towel and an ironed lungi (the male equivalent of a sari which one wraps around). I opened my bag, took out my small toilette kit and also a T shirt.

"Dry yourself before you catch cold. You are totally drenched." So saying, she gestured me to follow her. One of the doors in the next large room had a door that opened to the attached bathroom with toilette. The bathroom had another door that probably opened to their bedroom.

I brushed my teeth, finished my morning ablutions and walked out of the bathroom in a much better shape. She had a cup of hot filtered coffee ready and I really loved drinking that coffee. I needed it!

Jaya told me that Murthy had gone to Raipur two days ago on official work and he was expected back on Sunday evening. I told her about the purpose and details of my own trip and how I am now stuck in Vijayawada.

"I am glad that you remembered us and came here. We are highly indebted to your father. It is because of his blessings and kindness that we are happy." I was a bit embarrassed by the high praise they heaped on my father; but was secretly proud of him.

"Whether you like it or not, now you are struck with me." I joked with her.

"Oh! It is really a relief to have company in this horrible storm. I was scared." She replied.

She quickly prepared a breakfast of hot upma (a south Indian breakfast like a thick porridge) for me. I was famished, it was hot and delicious and I ate a second serving too.

"You must be tired after that overnight journey. Why don't you sleep off for a while? I will prepare lunch and wake you up." That was a very welcome suggestion.

She quickly made a bed for me on a folding type cot in the bigger living room which was the second room and I slept like a rock.

At 1pm, I woke up after much shouting and shaking by Jaya. My eyes were refusing to stay open and I went to the bathroom and had a quick face wash. The lunch was ready and spread out neatly on the small dining table. It was hot, spicy and delicious...just the way I liked my food. I praised her on here culinary skills and ate ravenously.

After we finished lunch, I moved to the front room and tried the Radio. The power supply was off. Jaya brought a small battery operated transistor radio and gave it to me.

"You can get the local stations and weather updates on this." She went back to clean up.

I heard the local news bulletin and it was depressing news. The storm was lashing the coast and all forms of transportation had come to a halt. There was a lot of damage already and the cyclone was expected to cross the coast in few hours time about sixty miles down south to us.

Jaya joined me in the room, sat on the chair opposite mine and listened to the news with rapt attention. When the bulletin concluded, I switched off. She had a worried look on her face. Even though I didn't show my feelings, I was worried too.

"I am worried, Mohan. They say it is going to cross close to us and do a lot of damage. I hope we are safe here." She did sound worried.

"I think I should forget about going to my friend's wedding. I only hope that they all would be safe." I expressed my own concerns.

"You can't think of going anywhere now. Forget about going to that wedding."

I nodded my head in assent.

We heard a commotion from outside. We didn't dare to open the door. Jaya opened the window partly and peeped through it. Then she asked me to join her. I did.

The lane was now flooded with water and the level was much higher than when I arrived that morning. Few of the houses which were at a lower level were flooded and folks from these houses were moving themselves and their valuables to the relative safety of neighbors' homes.

Luckily for us, Murthy's house was built three or four feet above the road level and very safe.

"We are on the first floor; so no worries at all." I said, hoping to boost her confidence.

"That is true, but, isn't this scary?"

It certainly was!

We shut the window and bolted it. It was just past three but the light outside dimmed considerably. The house turned dark and Jaya lit a candle.

"Do we have enough candles and matches?" I asked her.

So we went and checked. There were about ten candles and two match boxes in stock. We picked them up and placed them in the top shelf of the open rack there; a dry, safe and accessible place.

"We must use them carefully and not waste any." I added, unnecessarily.

"Thank God, you are here, Mohan. I just shudder to think of myself alone in this ghastly storm." Her voice cracked a little and she looked ready to burst into tears.

She didn't look much older than me so I decided to call her by name.

"Oh! Jaya! Don't worry. I am here with you now and you need not worry. I will not leave till the storm completely subsides. We are perfectly safe."

My words cheered her up a little.

I decided to take her mind off the storm. So, I started telling her things about Madras, my job, cinemas and things like that. Jaya was curious and she asked many questions. In the background, even through the closed doors, we could hear the winds howling and shrieking. It was just past five but totally dark.

I switched on the transistor radio.

The storm was going to cross the coast anytime now. People were asked to stay indoors and bolt up their doors and windows, as very high speed winds were blowing. 'Do not open the doors and windows' - the warnings said repeatedly.

I got up and checked that the doors and windows were fully closed and properly bolted. Despite that, the front door looked a little vulnerable. So, with the help of Jaya, I moved a couple of trunks against the door, as a sort of reinforcement. Jaya said she would cook some rice for our dinner. Some of the curry and dal that she cooked for our lunch were also available. I went with her to the kitchen to keep company.

Author's note

At this stage of the tale I would like to tell you a little more about the personalities of both Mohan and Jaya. Mohan was basically a good boy. He was above average but not brilliant at studies and did fairly well at the academics. He was tall at 5'10", very slim and had average physic and looks. He had a good, middle class upbringing and was taught the basic values well by his parents early in life.

His knowledge about sex was also average; as was the norm of those times. It was mostly bookish and hearsay. Like other boys of his age, he masturbated periodically fantasizing about the bodies of film stars or other beauties. He kept away from the temptation of going to the prostitutes or the like. He knew that he would get married in a few years and then he could have all the sex he wanted with his wife. Thus, sexually, he was both a virgin and a novice.

Jaya was twenty five year old. She too had a middle class upbringing and did her graduation in Arts (known as B.A degree). She was married three years ago and it was an arranged marriage. Her parents knew Murthy's parents through common friends and both sides liked the alliance and that was it.

Jaya was 5'4" tall and an average looking girl. She had wheat like complexion and plain features. Everything about her looks was average...her face, breasts, buttocks...were all average. Her most beautiful features were her eyes and her hair. She had big, black eyes that were beautiful and expressive. She also had long, silken, rich, black hair that she normally wore in a single pleat. When in the mood and in the privacy of her home, she would sometimes leave it loose for a day after shampooing it.

She too had minimal knowledge of sex when she got married and her husband was her first and only man. Murthy was only a couple of inches taller than her and was a little obese for his age. He was darker in complexion than his wife and had lots of body hair. Though he loved his wife he was an average performer in bed. After a few minutes of foreplay and kissing he would take his wife in a missionary position, fuck her for five minutes and ejaculate. Once done, he would get off her and go to sleep.

Jaya had an orgasm occasionally and was left fretting the other times. She had no prior knowledge or experience to bench mark. She therefore thought this was normal sex. But, sometimes, she felt that she was missing out on something and sex, perhaps, could be more pleasurable.

Her instinct told her that her hubby was 'coming' too soon. If only he could stay harder and longer inside her and fucked her longer it would be much better! She felt it but never dared to tell her hubby. She was scared of his possible reaction.

Though three years had gone by, she had not got pregnant. Her parents, his parents and all relatives were waiting for her to get pregnant. Those days, in our society, if a woman didn't get pregnant she was blamed as infertile. Though her gynecologist said there was nothing wrong with her and it was only a matter of time before she conceived, she was worried. So, she did what her mother and mother-in-law had asked her to do. She visited temples, prayed to God to make her pregnant.

This was the background of both these characters when they were thrown together by a quirk of fate to face the deadly storm on that fateful day.

Back to the story

Jaya finished cooking and we moved to the front room and lit a candle there. This was their drawing room and had a small sofa and two chairs. They were of the simple and less expensive wood and cane type design. I settled down on the sofa and Jaya joined me. Through the firmly closed doors we could hear the howling of the winds. I switched on the transistor set.

The news was on. The cyclone was moving slower than expected and was likely to cross the coast in the next few hours. The earlier warnings and the predictions of high wind speeds and extensive damage were repeated. I switched it off because we needed to conserve the batteries. With the telephone lines dead from that morning and power outage, we were totally cut off from the outside world. This transistor radio was our sole source of information.

I did the mistake of sharing these thoughts with Jaya. Instinctively, her hand sought mine and held them. Her body shivered a little. She was certainly scared and I felt a surge of sympathy. I moved a little closer to her and gently pressed her hand with mine.

"Don't worry, Jaya! We are far away from the path (of the cyclone) and we are in a big town. We are not alone. There are thousands around us. We are safe." I said with more confidence than I felt.

"I know but I am scared..." She mumbled.

To divert her attention, I started talking about movies. This was a subject that obviously fascinated her a great deal. We started talking about my favorite heroines and her favorite heroes. As we kept speaking, I became aware of her body, for the first time.

The sofa, with its back to the wall, was facing the front door. I was seated on the left side of the sofa and Jaya was to my right. Her right hand was in my hands now and as we talked, I became aware of its softness for the first time. Her hand was soft as a flower and her fingers were slim and shapely. Slowly, I let the fingers of my right hand entwine hers.

As I looked at her face, I realized, for the first time, how beautiful her eyes were!

"You have such lovely eyes, Jaya." I blurted out. My hand gave hers a gentle squeeze.

"Oh! Mohan! So you noticed at last! I was wondering whether you would notice at all! That is the first thing people tell me when they meet me first time...beautiful eyes!" She said that proudly and her face lit up with a smile.

"I too noticed it the first thing but I was scared about saying it out then."

She just smiled in reply. But now, her hand returned the squeeze.

We kept talking about all and sundry. But we both were aware of the fury of the raging cyclone and were scared. The winds were blowing at a higher speed now. This was obvious from the increased noise level and the tremendous air pressure that was rattling the doors and windows.

"This is getting too scary, Mohan!" Her voice reflected her fear.

There was no doubt about that. But, she was obviously much more scared than me. As a man, I was supposed to provide her some sort of confidence and protection. Instinct told me what to do. I freed my right hand, put my arm behind her, let my right hand rest on her shoulder and pulled her closer to me. She turned slightly to her left, towards me and moved closer. Her left cheek rested on my chest.

"Don't worry, Jaya. I am here with you and nothing will happen. Don't be afraid of the storm. It will blow off. Just relax, don't be tense." I just kept saying what I thought were comforting words.

My right hand left her shoulder and started brushing her long silken hair tenderly. It was a spontaneous gesture that was aimed at comforting and relaxing her. Her left hand reached for my free left hand, held it and her fingers entwined mine. She gave a gentle squeeze which was an appreciation of my actions and the comfort they provided.

We sat like that on the sofa for long minutes and stayed silent. The silence enhanced the howling noise of the winds which was now like a low pitched shriek of a banshee...a continuous one!

Jaya's body was still tense and I felt her tremble a little occasionally with small spasms, as if she were experiencing chills.

I dropped my right hand almost to her waist, put my left hand on her right shoulder and pulled her close to me. Her face now hid itself against my chest. My right hand held her waist and I was now slightly turned towards her. We were now in a sort of semi hug and our bodies adjusted themselves to a sort of snug fit.

"Don't worry, Jaya! We are safe and we are together." I reassured her.

"Yes Mohan. Thank you." Her voice was soft and sweet.

We kept quiet. I was now aware of her left breast that pressed against my chest. I was also aware of the smooth skin of her waits which was warm to my touch. I liked the feeling and my right palm made a slight adjustment so that it was in full contact with her soft and smooth waist. I felt a strange sense of excitement.

A thought suddenly occurred to me. If I was aware of the feel of her breast on my chest and my palm on her waist, so was she! If that were so, does this mean that Jaya likes us to be like this? May be yes or may be no. The fact was that we are caught in this wretched storm and we needed each other's support and comfort.

After about fifteen minutes I woke up with a start. I didn't even realize that I dozed off. My sudden movement woke up Jaya too. I let go off her and stood up.

"Can you believe it? We both dozed off." She smiled and so did her beautiful eyes.

I went to the toilette, relieved myself, returned to the sofa and switched on the transistor radio. Jaya had gone to the kitchen to make us some coffee. In a few minutes, she returned with two mugs of steaming hot coffee. We heard the news while drinking our coffee. The news was more or less a repeat of the earlier bulletin. We finished drinking coffee and I switched off the radio.

As if bound by an unsaid pact , we settled down back on the sofa. As a matter of fact, our postures and positioning was even more comfortable. I sat totally relaxed and Jaya rested her head like before on my chest. Now, she was even more side on towards me and her right hand rested limply on my left side. In this position while her left breast was pressed fully against my chest, her right breast brushed teasingly against the left part of my chest.

I liked the feel of her breasts against me. They felt like rubber balls; soft and hard like rubber. I was now fully aware of those breasts and my thoughts returned to them again and again. Was I committing a sin? I quickly removed that question from my mind. Not now, may be later but certainly not now, I told myself.

My right hand left her waist and moved to caress her silken hair once again. My left hand which was free moved and rested limply on her right shoulder. My right palm slowly dropped to her right cheek and brushed it lightly. There was not a sound from Jaya and her eyes remained shut. Her cheek was smooth and my fingers loved caressing it.

There was a sudden sound of something big falling with a thud...was it a tree or a small structure? We had no way of knowing. But this brought the fear home once again; fear which we had managed to keep away for some time.

"Don't worry. It is far away." I assured her.

In response her right hand tightened its grip on my side and she pressed harder against me as if hiding herself. Due to her sudden movement my right hand slipped from her right shoulder to her right breast and held it. It was accidental and unintentional. But it happened. Instinctively, my right palm cupped it.

For a full minute, we both waited with bated breath. I didn't pull my hand away. She didn't push it away. Thus, by mutual consent, it stayed there.

It felt wonderful to cup her breast. Honestly, it was my first feel of a woman's breast. It was a great feeling. It beat everything that I ever imagined. I wanted to enjoy that heavenly feeling again and again. So, I pressed her breast and squeezed it gently...again and again. Jaya let me do it. She didn't push my hand away. On the contrary, her slender fingers exerted slightly more pressure on my side.

As I fondled her boob I felt her nipple poking through the blouse. It was a pointed projection that drew my thumb to it. It felt good to tease it and roll it with my fingers. I thought I heard a light moan escape from her lips but I wasn't sure of it. After a while I took my hand off her tit.

Jaya got off the sofa a minute later and stretched herself a little.

"Shall we have dinner, Mohan?" She asked. I nodded my head in the affirmative.

In the dim light of the candle, it took us about half an hour to finish the dinner and clean up everything. During the dinner we talked about a lot of things but nothing even remotely connected with what I did in the period preceding dinner. It was as if it never happened! Back in the front room, I sat on the sofa and switched on the transistor set. The storm was almost on the coast now and was going to cross it at any minute.

Frankly, my mind was occupied with more important and exciting thoughts. What was going to happen now and later that night? Would Jaya allow me to fondle her some more or would she go to bed and leave me alone. I was hoping that she would allow me to continue my fondling and may be more. That would certainly help us both by taking our minds off the dreadful storm.

It was just past eight. Jaya returned to the front room with two pillows. I now sat on the right side of the sofa. If you recall, earlier I was sitting on the left side of the sofa and Jaya sat to my right. I changed the position deliberately for obvious reasons. Jaya sat to my left without a word. But I think she noticed the change of positions because she smiled knowingly as she sat down.

"I think the storm has just crossed the coast." I said.

"I am scared because we can expect maximum damage now." She shivered a little.

"Forget it. Just relax." Was that my signal to her that we should start action? She took the hint and snuggled up to me as my left arm went behind her. She was now seated with her back against the pillow on the left side hand rest of the sofa and leaned into me with her face buried in my chest. We didn't have to look into each other's eyes now.

I got a little more adventurous now. Instead of wrapping my arms in a circle around her I decided to access both her boobs. I dropped my left hand from her left shoulder, sought and found her left breast and cupped it. Next, I slipped my right hand between her right tit and my chest and grabbed it.

I now had the possession of both her boobs. I squeezed them triumphantly. Jaya gave a low moan. She didn't try to hide or suppress it. We both knew what we were doing and we liked it. That is it for now. So far I contented myself with fondling her blouse covered boobs. Now I lusted for her bare tits. I felt confident enough to proceed.

My fingers explored her blouse and I was pleasantly surprised to note that the bottom two hooks were off. I just pushed the blouse up to bare the tits and felt the resistance of the third hook. I managed to unhook that with shaking fingers and pushed the blouse up over her tits. As my damp and hot hands grabbed her bare breasts for the first time, Jaya moaned loudly.

I gave them a nice squeeze and they felt heavenly. They were not very big, they were shaped like mangoes and they were bouncy and tight. They felt so good in my hands that I could have played with them the whole night. My thumb and fingers found and caressed her nipples which grew hard now. They were nice, longish, pointed projections from the center of her tits and as I pressed them they hardened more.

I now felt a strong desire to break the furtiveness and bring matters into the open.

"Oh! Jaya! Your boobs are so nice to fondle." I whispered softly to her.

"Play with them. They are yours now. Tweak my nipples, please!" she whispered back.

I was elated. I felt liberated. Here we go, I thought. As if she read my thoughts Jaya lifted her head off my chest and re positioned herself. She now lay on the small sofa, on her back and lengthwise, her head resting on a pillow placed on the hand rest, her legs across my lap and resting on the other hand rest.

Her bare and proud breasts and their engorged nipples invited me. She watched with her beautiful eyes as I kneaded her boobs like dough and tweaked her nipples. I kept increasing the pressure as they responded to me.

Outside, there was a big sound from somewhere close by; was it something heavy that crashed or something that banged against a house? Whatever it was, it was loud enough to hear and we looked at each other with some fear in our eyes.

"Do you want to lick and suck my tits, Mohan?" Her voice shook when she said that.

"Yes! Very much! Can I, please?" My voice betrayed my lust.

I brought down my mouth to her right tit. Holding my head in her hands, Jaya whispered, "Lick the nipples and the area around it first and lick it well. Then you can suck the nipple."

I was a quick learner and followed the instructions. I licked her engorged nipples with my tongue first. Then I licked the circle surrounding her nipples; the aureole. As my tongue lapped at them, Jaya exclaimed," Oh God! Your tongue is so nice! It is licking well."

After several very wet licks, I clamped her wet nipple between my lips and sucked it hard.

At my first suck of her nipple, Jaya reacted with a loud moan of happiness.

Enthused by her response, I sucked her nipple greedily for a few minutes...licked and sucked it alternately. Jaya was really enjoying my sucking because her hands now gripped my head harder and pulled me closer to her chest. At that stage, I innovated. I opened my mouth much wider and took in as much of her tit in as I could. Then I started sucking that entire tit eagerly with my mouth.

When I did this, at some stage, her we, erect, pointed nipple hit the roof of my hot mouth. Jaya's body shook with a spasm of delight.

"Oh! Mohan! What are you doing? Are you eating my tit?" She shouted in delight.

In response, my right hand squeezed her left tit and tweaked her left nipple. Jaya's moaning was now loud and uninhibited.

I told you earlier how she lay on that small sofa. Her legs were across my lap and her feet rested on the right hand side rest. I became aware of something. My cock was hard now and I had a raging erection that made a big tent in the lungi I was wearing. Now, my hard cock poked against her buttocks...between them in fact. Though they were separated by several layers of clothing, it still felt very good.

"Oh! Mohan! This is so wonderful. Do you like my tits?" Jaya asked me a little shyly.

Releasing her nipple and tit for a second I answered her.

"They are fantastic. They are like sweet mangoes. I am going to suck them whole night." So saying, I switched tits. I started sucking her left tit and fondling the right with my hand.

"Oh! You are so hungry for my tits! Go on! I love your sucking them." She sounded very happy.

After about ten minutes, Jaya pushed me away from her chest and got into a sitting position. I followed suit. We were now seated on either end of the sofa - I on the right and she on the left.

We both looked so different now. Jaya's breasts were bare with the blouse pushed up all the way and wet with my saliva; her nipples hard and pointed. Top half of her sari lay crumpled in a heap over her lap. Her hair was in a bit of mess too but that still looked good. Her eyes were shining with excitement. I had no way of knowing how I looked but it could only be something like that...similar.

Jaya took my hands in hers and looked into my eyes.

"It was very good for both of us. I felt it. But, where should we stop?" She had a confused look in her face even as she said it.

"I do not know." It was a really honest reply from me.

"What do you mean you do not know? We have to decide this together." She sounded a bit hurt now and I was worried. I decided to be totally frank with her.

"I really mean that I do not know Jaya. Trust me, please. I have never been in the company of a girl. You are the first girl I ever touched this way. Everything is new to me." I blurted out.

"Oh! Mohan! You mean you have no experience at all?" She sounded incredulous.

I was hurt a little and it probably showed in my face. But, I nodded my head in assent.

"So you are what I was like when I got married; a virgin. My only sexual experience is from my husband and what he does. Can you believe that?"

"Yes, Jaya, I do." I replied.

Looking into her eyes now, I blurted out, "I want you, Jaya. Please, I want you badly." Even till today I do not know how I mustered the courage to say those words.

Jaya let out a deep sigh. She got off the sofa pulling me up along with her. Letting go of my hands, she quickly removed her blouse and threw it on the sofa. As her hands reached for my T Shirt, I understood. I quickly pulled it off over my head. We were both bare-chested. We embraced. Our arms tightened around each other.

Her bouncy, tight, pointed, mango boobs pressed hard against my bare chest. My chest was neither broad nor hairy but it was hard and strong. I was very conscious of the fact that my chest was not hairy which is what girls loved, it was generally said. But I forgot everything as her breasts burned into my chest. It felt as if we set a fire going on the points of contact.

It was then that Jaya's hands reached for my head and pulled it down while simultaneously lifting her chin and offering her quivering lips to me. I had, mercifully, seen enough English movies to know how one kissed, at least generally. I kissed Jaya. My lips clamped on hers and I sucked. That was the start of a very wet kiss.

Our mouths just refused to part. Her first kiss was the sweetest ever! I felt the sweet taste flowing from her lower lip into my lips and tongue. I chewed them, I sucked them, I did whatever I felt like doing. Instinct was the best teacher then. Jaya's tongue found mine and played with it. The tongues teased, dueled and played.

We came up for breath after several minutes. Jaya's hands reached out and pulled her sari away from her body and threw it on the sofa. Holding my hand in hers she led the quick walk to their bedroom. The room had a big double bed with comfortable looking mattress. To one side and in the corner was a big dresser. In the opposite side was the door that led to the bathroom.

Jaya quickly lighted the candle and left the candle stand on the dresser. She got into the bed and I jumped after her. Turning into each other, side on, we resumed kissing while our chests mated. When we broke off the kiss, my hands were on her buttocks.

"Oh! Mohan! This feels so good. We are alike, aren't we?" I really didn't understand what she meant but nodded my head wisely.

Her hands reached between us and came into contact with the big tent made by my hard, erect penis. They reached for it tentatively and then her fingers circled over my cock still under my lungi. I pushed my hands into the folds of her white petticoat and reached for her woman hood. My shaking hands found and rested on her mound.

She squeezed; so did I. Her hand traveled the length of my cock first. Then, she gently pulled my lungi away and bared my cock, my testicles and my pubis. My hands frantically searched for the string that held her petticoat in position. Jaya helped me by reaching it first and untied the string. With a little help from her I pulled it off her.

My cock was fully erect and swaying now like the leaning tower of Pisa. It was longish, slightly curved up, average thickness and my pink head was wet with a little juice through my tiny slit on it. I had black, silken, curly pubic hair that covered my pubic area and also my balls. They were not big but tight and well formed.

Jaya's pussy was the first I had ever seen, I mean a real one. At first I only saw her black pubic hair in the upper half which thinned as I looked a little lower. Now I could see the slit formed in her pussy's lower end and the beautiful opening. I cupped her pussy with my loving hands and gave it an appreciative squeeze.

"Oh! Mohan! Your cock is so beautiful. It is so hot to touch and hard like a steel rod." She was blabbering now.

"Show me your pussy, Jaya. I want to see and feel it all."

Quickly Jaya lay on her back. Then she bent her legs at the knees, opened her thighs and exposed her cunt. I got into a sitting position and brought my head close to her pussy for inspection. Then, her fingers reached for her cunt lips and pried them apart for me. I brought my right hand close and pushed my index finger into her cunt.

My finger went right into her tight cunt which opened itself, received it and then the soft walls closed around it and clamped it. It went right in and buried itself.

"Fuck my cunt with your finger, Mohan! Please!!" it was the first time I heard the F word from a girl. We boys used it often though.

I wiggled my finger in her tight cunt and moved it slowly in and out. She obviously liked it because her breath quickened a little.

"Can you put one more in?" she said a bit hesitantly, as if scared how I would react.

I did the most obvious thing. I took out by fore finger, bunched my fore and middle fingers together and pushed them slowly, with utmost care, deep into her cunt. Once fully in, I wiggled them.

"OMG! That is wonderful! You do have nice, long fingers. Fuck me nicely." Jaya was quite excited now and I felt the increased wetness around my fingers. As they moved in her juicy cunt it became quite squishy.

I felt instinctively that Jaya was ready. For the past few minutes I was also aware of my heightened state of excitement and agitation in my cock. It felt as if I was also coming close to bursting and I dared not delay. But, should I go ahead without her signal? I decided to ask her.

"Jaya, are you ready? "I asked a bit hesitantly.

"Of course, Mohan, I am ready. Fuck me with your hard cock now, fuck me well, my cunt is all yours." She was already on a high.

"Help me, Jaya." I mumbled.

Her hands grabbed my hard penis. Her left hand held it at the base and her right caught my cock head and guided it to her wet and open slit. As I slid my cock into Jaya's churning cunt, it found its way...the right way. Only then it occurred to me to ask her the important question.

"Are you sort of protected Jaya?" I asked hesitantly.

"Oh! That! Don't worry Mohan. It is perfectly okay." I was relieved to hear that.

As my cock buried itself in her juicy cunt, I remembered what I read vaguely somewhere. If you slip a pillow under a girl's ass you are likely to penetrate deeper into her. It made sound sense to me and so I remembered it. I managed to drag a pillow and slip it under Jaya's ass. She obviously liked what I did.

"Take me slowly please! Do not rush. There is no hurry." The way she said she was literally pleading. I didn't know anything about her sex life, nor did we discuss it. But, I was smart enough to understand that Jaya wanted me to fuck her good and long. Easier said than done to an inexperienced novice but I would certainly try to do so. I remembered one of the things I read about how to...

I started moving my hard cock in her cunt in slow, short strokes. After every few such strokes, I would let my cock go in up to the hilt. I made sure my mind started thinking of other things - how her husband fucks her, whether we get a chance to fuck the next day too, when her husband would return etc.

Amateurish though, my plan worked for me. Even after five minutes, I stayed hard and settled to a nice rhythm. Jaya looked into my eyes and said, "Aahh! So nice! You are fucking me so nicely that I am able to feel the cock setting every part of my cunt tingling with light fires. You are so good at this."

Hearing those words, my ego inflated and, perhaps, my cock swelled a little too.

After a few minutes, Jaya asked me to fuck her faster. I was waiting to do that. I started fucking her faster and with more frequent deep strokes. Jaya started lifting her ass in tandem and counter thrusting. Her response felt like she was fucking me back and it was exciting.

"My lover Mohan! Fucking me so good! You have come visiting only to fuck me. Do you like my cunt? "She was talking continuously now in an excited state.

"Yes, Jaya! Your cunt is so nice, hot, juicy and tight and it is hugging my cock so tightly. Do you like my cock? Is it good for you." I was as excited, as I pounded her.

""Lovely cock! Yours is! It is fucking my cunt so well like a piston and not stopping."Her breathing was a lot quicker now.

Instinctively I pushed my hands under her ass and grabbed it. I gave a hard squeeze to her buttocks and pulled her into me or should I say, against me. There was a sense of urgency as the crescendo built up. I felt the rush of blood and Jaya whimpered continuously.

"Aaaaaahhhhaaaaaaaa... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

That was how the long, continuous, unbroken moan started from Jaya. I felt myself exploding. There was a release, a forceful jet from my cock into Jaya's cunt. I knew and felt my semen flooding her cunt. Her legs were wrapped around my waist in a vice like grip and Jaya shook like a leaf. I felt her having a mighty orgasm. Spent totally in a minute or two, I fell on top of her.

I lost the sense of time. It was probably the same with Jaya. May be we drifted into a deep sleep for an hour or maybe it was only a few minutes of dozing. We had no way of knowing.

I was still inside her and she was still under me.

"Let us clean up." Her voice was very soft and sweet. I rolled off her and she got off the bed and went to the bathroom. After her return I followed suit. She had quickly remade the bed and lay on her back now, still totally naked. When I returned, Jaya made room for me on her right and I joined her.

"Do you know something, Mohan? We haven't talked about the storm in the past hour." She smiled as she said that.

"Fuck the storm! Who cares now! "I said in jest.

"Oh! Wasn't that what we were doing together! What do you want to do now?"

"Play with these mangoes and eat them." I reached for her boobs.

"Omg! Are you hungry, so soon? Okay, Play." She sounded very happy to let me play.

"Is junior sleeping and resting now?" Jaya reached for my limp cock.

I didn't reply; I couldn't, because I was sucking her right nipple and munching her tit.

Under her tender caressing junior sprang up and elongated.

"This is a beautiful sight for me. Is he hungry for me again, so soon?" She asked me.

I wanted to really impress my girl.

"He is really hungry, Jaya. I will not allow you to sleep tonight." I boasted.

"Who wants to sleep? We will fuck, fuck and fuck."

She pulled me away from her tit and kissed me hard on my mouth. For the first time in my life I understood the difference between giving a kiss and getting a kiss. Jaya kissed me like only a woman in love and fully aroused can kiss. It was an all encompassing and very wet union of her lips, tongue and mouth with mine. As she kissed, she fondled my cock and balls with her hand bringing me to full erection.

I was harder than before and even more confident of giving my girl a wonderful time. Jaya's eyes sparkled at the agitated condition of my cock. Quickly, she fell on her back and opened up for me. I touched her mound, her pussy and the slit tenderly with both hands and Jaya loved it. She was all wet and juicy.

I mounted her and holding my hard cock in my hand, I let my cock head touch and tease her quivering cunt lips and open slit without entering her. When she realized that I was teasing her, Jaya reached for my cock and pushed it in herself. Only when my cock traveled through the length of her tight passage and reached its maximum penetration, Jaya was finally satisfied and relaxed.

We fucked and fucked that second time. Slow, hard, stop...the rhythm changed; it often varied. We would go almost to the abyss and then stop just short of it. There were not many words spoken between us; but there were sounds; many sounds - grunts, moans, hissing, panting and occasional dirty words.

How our bodies responded to each other's implied needs without saying them out was incredible. Finally we got into the top gear and I pounded her with a fury that scared even me. Jaya thrashed about, whimpered and finally shrieked her way to the orgasm and at that moment, my dam burst. During those final minutes, I think we made more sounds than the storm.

We were so totally spent and exhausted that we didn't even have the energy to get up and clean up. I slept like a rock and, as Jaya told me later, so did she.

It was sometime in the early hours of morning that Jaya woke me up.

"Mohan! It is gone. The storm is gone." She was laughing out loud.

I finally woke up. We went to the front room and cautiously opened the window. It was still very dark and it was raining. But, the winds were gone. A very pleasant light breeze came in through the window. There was no doubt that the storm was gone. We celebrated with a kiss.

It was only around 4 in the morning. Jaya made coffee and we ate biscuits and drank the hot coffee together, sitting on the sofa where it all started. Then, we innovated and made love on the sofa. The innovation was more of accident than design. Because of the space constraint, I sat on the sofa and Jaya sat in my lap, her legs wide open and high, and feet resting on the sofa backrest. My arms held her in a hug and she slid on to my hard cock.

With a nice rocking motion we fucked. As we fucked, my right hand slipped to her ass and my finger touched her asshole. I rubbed my fingertip against her ass hole and she hissed a word that sounded like nice. So I kept poking her a little as she fucked me. That sofa fuck was fantastic and we got so much carried away that I bit her on the boob and her nails racked my back too.

When the day broke, we caught up with the news of the havoc caused by the cyclonic storm. It devastated a lot of villages and there have been many deaths of humans and animals. Around her home, we noticed some damage. The lane was still flooded, a couple of trees fell and a couple of poles were twisted.

Communications were restored by that evening and Murthy called up soon after. He was going to return only the next day when the trains are restored. Jaya told him about my arrival from Madras and how she survived the deadly storm thanks to my presence at their home. Murthy thanked me profusely for 'helping' his wife.

That made me feel guilty for a minute. He asked me to stay till he arrived. I told him that may not be possible and I plan to take the earliest transport back to Madras and report to work. We thanked each other and the call was over a few minutes later.

I made a few inquiries over phone and learned that the earliest I could leave was sometime next morning. Needless to say we were both very happy to get another whole night to ourselves. We fucked three times that night and it got better and better.

Next morning I left immediately after breakfast. Jaya was in tears and hugged me tightly before I left. I thanked her for being such a wonderful lover for two days and the glorious sex I had. She told me that the two days we had together were the best of her life. We both hoped to see each other sometime in future, though in our hearts we knew it was unlikely.

I kissed her good bye and then she hugged me for one last time. She whispered in my ear, "I hope I will have your baby, Mohan." I stopped in my tracks and looked into her beautiful, black eyes. There was no need to ask her...her eyes were telling me that she meant it.

"I hope we made one, Jaya."

With my heart full of tender love for the wonderful woman Jaya, I walked away reluctantly.

[RRahul]

New Beginnings



When he reached out and grabbed her wrist it was a spontaneous act.

Rangappa, over 60 years old was a fit and strong man. Early morning walks ended with a Yoga session. At the end of that Yoga session he would go back to his room on the first floor of his house and lie down.

His body would be energized and in this phase he would lie down and allow his body to relax completely.

Yoga increases circulation and opens up blood flow in vessels. A strong erection was the inevitable result and Rangappa allowed the freshness and power of the early morning erection.

His wife hardly maintained herself and sex at their age was a thing of the past.

Every once in a while Rangappa tamed his erection with a vigorous session of masturbation. On many other days he just enjoyed the fact that his body felt so alive.

No one disturbed him up here in his den. His wife had her own morning routines and typically stayed out of his way.

Only occasionally, Maniamma, the ironing lady came to collect the garage key to pull out her cart, which she stored in the garage for a small monthly rent. Maniamma also and her daughter Rukku also helped around with other chores. They were not the official domestic help. But they relied heavily on the goodness of Rangappa and his wife to run their small clothes ironing business.

Maniamma did come in more than once when Rangappa's erection was at full mast but Rangappa was pretty sure it was not visible.

He could not have been more wrong. In fact, on one occasion Rangappa's dhoti had a gap through which the strong, hard penis was fully on display to Maniamma.

She smiled to herself and collected the keys, discreet as always.

Rangappa was a fun guy. There were many afternoons when Maniamma and her assorted relatives sat out an extra hot afternoon or rainy day watching TV. Jokes were shared. Maniamma often made tea or lassi for everyone. All in all, the house had a very relaxed atmosphere.

Somewhere, Rangappa's instinctive grab of the wrist was borne of that informality.

It was not as if Maniamma had not fantasized about Rangappa's erection. She was impressed by the older man's virility. Her own body, in her 40s, was well toned and always hungry with sexual desire. She took as much of it was available from her husband and the odd paramour. She thought about his erections but liked him too much to risk doing something that might upset him. Not to mention her own economic compulsions.

Rangappa had not had a woman in any form in a while. This morning's erection was full and loaded and he had not masturbated in a while. He felt full with arousal and suspected that his cumming would be copious. It was at the precise moment when he felt it would be fulfilling to have a woman engage him that he heard the woman enter his room.

As she neared the headboard where the key was kept, he reached out. Waiting for a moment, without opening his eyes, he looked for a sign of resistance, outrage or cooperation.

Maniamma allowed her hand to be held and waited for guidance.

Sure enough, Rangappa was direct in communicating his desire. He slid her hand under his dhoti and brought her palm in contact with his throbbing cock.

A sexually active woman like Maniamma needed no prodding or persuasion.

Her fist closed on the cock and she gently moved her hand in the motion of a slow, relaxed fuck. The kind of fuck she reserved for long trysts with her lover. Those afternoon trysts were intended to last hours till the last quarter hour or so when he would pound their orgasms out like an animal.

Rangappa shuddered as he felt her rough hands on his flesh. While his own masturbation needed several strokes before he juiced up, today his fluids smeared her hands within a few strokes.

Maniamma leaned over Rangappa and placed her other hand on the other side of the bed. Her breasts were now over his face though he did not see them- his eyes remained closed.

But he was aware of her hovering over him.

She varied her speed. For every three or four relaxed strokes she gave him one quicker thrust with her fist. Rangappa gasped and his hand, which had been clutching the side of the bed, grasped her arm.

Maniamma continued her fisting silently, almost as if she was carrying out an assigned task.

Rangappa felt his cum boiling and rising in his system as he felt his orgasm coming on.

It was at that point that Maniamma stopped. Rangappa opened his eyes to see if she was leaving or anything disappointing like that.

Instead, he saw the woman opening her blouse hooks and her chocolate brown breasts spilled out of their confines.

Rangappa gratefully accepted the offering. One arm went around her and with one hand he grasped her breast. Licking and nibbling at the long nipples he sucked on them hungrily.

"Ayya!" she said soothingly and softly calling Rangappa by the title 'sir' as she always did.

Rangappa acknowledged her with a grunt and shuddered as Maniamma allowed her fingers to play on his balls and underside of his cock. Her fingers fluttered from the base to the head tapping him and then providing a fist into which he thrust frantically.

Rangappa sucked on one breast and then the other. The pleasure she was giving him was divine and long forgotten. The nipples were salty and wet and the breasts were nourishing.

Maniamma's pussy juiced up nicely with the ministration. She felt a tingling sensation as Rangappa's teeth played on her teats almost bringing her to orgasm.

Their sexual encounter more resembled that of teenagers than of two mature adults.

While the comfort between them was complete there was furtiveness in their illicit gratification.

And that setting was rudely interrupted with a call from downstairs by Rangappa's wife, "Maniamma, where are you?" The woman was taking much longer than usual to fetch her keys.

"Tell her I have left," whispered Maniamma to Rangappa, increasing the urgency of her fisting. She noticed an immediate softening of his cock in the tense moment.

"She is gone," called out Rangappa.

Maniamma rose and moved her head toward Rangappa's cock. Her masturbation was now more like the frantic animal fucking of the last minutes of the tryst with her paramour.

"But I didn't see her go," came the reply from Rangappa's wife.

"What will we do if she comes up now?" asked Rangappa in panic.

Maniamma slid her wet open mouth down his shaft in response.

The flagging erection was wrong-timed. Maniamma needed Rangappa to remain hard. This was a first for them together and while there was excitement in the rendezvous there was also the furtiveness associated with the illicitness.

Maniamma loved long, wild lovemaking. Nothing was taboo for her. Oral, conventional, positions, inventiveness and daring locations were all part of her sexuality. The only thing that would convince her to quicken to a finish was if that was needed for the new variant she was trying out.

And there was a need for being quick now. Her husband, her lovers were all from her social class and around her age if not ridiculously younger. Rangappa was an upper class gent and her first time with a man seriously older than her.

There was only one way to get him back to orgasm-imminent hardness.

Rangappa gasped in pleasure as Maniamma closed her wet mouth on his drenched cock. She deliberately salivated on the pulsating flesh.

She bobbed her head up and down, expertly looking for the spot on that cockhead which was Rangappa's high-pleasure spot. In one move she dragged and pressed her lower lip against the base of the cock.

It gave Rangappa great pleasure but she knew that the spot she was looking for would not be there. She then arched her upper lip and pressed it down slightly to the left on top. Rangappa's grunt and gasps were unbroken and continuous. As she came up and the cock slid out, she adjusted herself to caress the right side of the top. Once again Rangappa's sounds were unbroken and with no variation.

Maniamma then formed a tight 'O" with her lips and ran it down taking in the cock but applying pressure on the center-top. Rangappa jerked and shuddered as his legs lifted up in a spasm. The rhythm of his moaning became ragged. Hands, which were gripping the bedside suddenly wildly, reached out for the heavy hanging breasts of the woman who caused this pleasure. The hand squeezed the breast hard, pinching and twisting whatever flesh came to it.

Maniamma had found what she wanted. Rangappa's twisting of her nipple was painful but she did not mind that. She loved it when her men lost control and hurt her. She had been bitten with deep teeth-marks. Scratched with nails digging in. A strained hip when her leg had been thrown over the shoulder to fuck her with vigor. And then the fury of passion which left no marks when her man hammered her pussy with his cock, so hard as if to take revenge on her for her seductive prowess.

She treated all those marks, scratches, aches and pains as trophies. She took pride and she savored them. They helped extend the pleasure of what had transpired beyond the moment when each trophy found its spot on her. As she ironed clothes through the day she relived the moment when a particular bite or scratch was inflicted.

The next few bobs were focused on the knot of nerves Maniamma had so expertly uncovered. Rangappa felt his fluids move from simmer to boil as he readied to cum. Maniamma's hands coaxed and cajoled the underside of his cock and his balls. "Will she keep me in her mouth when I come?" he wondered.

Maniamma moved the final phase, marveling at Rangapaa's stamina. He would be a wonderful fuck she thought. She wrapped her fingers around his cock gripping him tight. She positioned her mouth at the top so that when the cock emerged from her fist it slid into the waiting mouth.

From here, ruthless rhythm was needed to bring about his release. She paced herself well, displaying the expertise borne out of innumerable trysts. One of those, she remembered was with her squatting beneath her cart. One of her lovers had shown up at her workspot and was desperate for release. His desperation was exciting and the challenge of being inventive had motivated her. That had been a really quick cum.

Rangappa's body was in convulsions. These sensations when he was masturbating would have caused him to slow down and extend pleasure. But Maniamma's rhythmic beat was merciless in its pursuit of his pleasure.

He had her breast in his palm and his nipples between fingers that milked her in rhythm with her milking action on his cock. Saliva poured on his cock and reduced the pleasurable friction. Maniamma compensated for this by a series of rapid bobs of her head, which was a lot more rapid than the rhythm set by her fist.

Rangappa was now ready to release.

"Maniamma!" he sighed as he stretched his legs out. His toes pointed downward and nerves and muscles went taut as his entire being was aligned to the release to come.

Maniamma had correctly guessed that Rangappa's wife would not come upstairs. But she failed to anticipate that her daughter would come looking for when the keys did not arrive.

Her daughter Rukku came to the door just when Rangappa gave a loud bellow as his body gave Maniamma what she was looking with such fervor.

Rukku retreated a little to be able to watch without being spotted. She saw her mother continue fisting and mouthing with unvarying rhythm.

Rangappa half sat up as his semen spurted. "Oh, Maniamma!" he gasped. He thrashed violently his hands roaming her back. Feverishly, he rubbed her flesh, her breasts and her nipples and her back.

At the first spurt, Maniamma had his cock well inside her mouth and it filled her with the copious release. She allowed the thick semen to mix and flow out with her saliva.

Rukku watched in fascination the cock in its glory and the mess of fluids her mother was managing with her hands now. The 21 year old had nowhere near the same experience as her mother. In fact, she was almost a prude in such matters as a reaction to her mother's sluttish permissiveness.

Nevertheless, she was a young woman with a body alive with all the desires and passions a 21 year old knew was there to be had. She had never been with a man in any way and watched with fascination the cock and its jerking spasms, revising her opinion of Rangappa as an old man who had his best years behind him.

For the next spurt and pulse, Maniamma withdrew her head and fisted down completely, pulling back the skin as much as it would go without hurting Rangappa. The angry red sheath was seen by both Rukku and Maniamma with equal fascination. The head bulged and the next spurt of thick semen rose in the air towards Maniamma's face and fell back after nearly kissing her lower lip.

Reflexively, she pulled back and continued fisting rapidly.

Gobs and gobs of cum spewed as Rangappa helplessly released all of his fluids into Maniamma's waiting hands.

Rukku felt her body hot and flushing as she instinctively felt the desire to receive those jets of cum inside her. She had no clue that a woman could use her hands and mouth to substitute the pussy for which the cock was intended. In that one instant she felt that she too should explore her own sexuality as her mother seemed to be doing.

Maniamma turned her head away from the cock which was now showing signs of flagging and her eyes looked at Rangappa who was looking down at her.

Mischievously, Maniamma ran her tongue over her lips cleaning the mess around her lips, which combined her saliva with his semen. Using the end of her garment she wiped her tongue and mouth and looked at the smear in her cloth and then up at Rangappa.

Rangappa was well and truly spent. He sagged back, allowing his body to relax. Maniamma reached for her breasts her eyes locked on his. Her fingers ran over the reddish marks Rangappa had made in his madness.

He started to apologize; but then stopped when he realized that Maniamma was giving him a show of who she was. With great deliberation she hefted the large mound of flesh into the panel of her blouse, eyes fixed on him. Then the other bulging breast. And she reattached each hook one by one.

It was sensuous as it might have been had she been unhooking her blouse. When she was done, the damp sweat patches and the stiff, hard nipples still showed Rangappa the best of her assets.

His cock lay on its side, still with volume if not hard. Cum dribbled from it. Maniamma wiped her hands on his dhoti and loosely covered the manhood, leaving it to the man to handle himself.

Rukku found herself regretting that she could not see her mother's sumptuous breasts. As the older woman turned to leave the room, Rukku fled down the stairs.

She did not want to be discovered. Maniamma was intensely aroused by this encounter. She had just been pragmatic enough to postpone her pleasure. She had a portfolio of lovers, each reserved to providing specific pleasures and indulgences. She needed to be fucked like an animal and she had a young one targeted.

Rangappa was drained. He had no time to react, respond or prevent anything. Not that he would have liked to. Deep slumber came quickly.

When he awoke, it was like any other morning in his house.


Rukku ran down the stairs, dizzy with the arousal of what she had just seen. She had a twinge of regret as well over having missed the full view of her mother Maniamma's sumptuous breasts.

What she had no dearth of was her first view of a cock. Rangappa, old as he was, was no less endowed for that and was virile as ever, as evidenced by the hardness she had seen. It seemed wondrous and large leaving Rukku wondering, "Is that the size of thing my mother takes in with all her various lovers? How does she open up to accommodate such pillars of flesh? Will I be able?"

The 21-year old girl was the diametric opposite of her mother. If the mother was voracious in her appetite for sex, the daughter deliberately held herself back. Not that she hadn't inherited her mother's sexuality; she was --deep inside -- just like her mom.

It was just that all her mother's lovers were licentious and had more than once tried to seduce her. Some of her mother's younger lovers were clearly in her age group and felt entitled to pitch for her.

Years of cultivating a defense mechanism had rendered her immune to these advances and predators. And yet bubbling beneath the surface was Rukku, an exact sexual replica of her mother, Maniamma the temptress and seductress.

This was the first time Rukku had such a ringside view of a sexual encounter between two adults. There had been other opportunities to indulge the voyeur in her, had she wanted to, given her mother's proclivity for sex.

Sometimes she looked in a very general sort of way to understand what was happening. She noted sexual positions, unusual locations and the inherent dangers in the situations. But when it came to the more intimate details she always looked away or wandered off. Yet, the sights and sounds were not lost on her.

This time, what she saw was something unexpected. The naïve young woman knew next to nothing of sexual encounters.

She did not know that a woman could take a man in her mouth. She could not imagine that a man would experience the kind of pleasure their benevolent landlord had felt, when his legs went taut. Did not sex involve penetration?

And while she had masturbated often enough to know that a person could pleasure his or herself, she had not considered that a man would enjoy a woman masturbating and mouthing him in preference to an outright fuck.

In giggling conversations with others of her age group she had learnt of how semen rushed into the woman to impregnate her. For the first time that morning she saw that white, thick substance spewing out of a man and gushing in viscous waves over her mother's clenched fist. The way her mother's mouth was hanging open, dripping saliva as she pleasured Rangappa, the daughter feared her mother was going to be hit in the face, or worse, have to swallow the substance.

But her mother adroitly avoided that. In fact, she noted the expertise with which the woman milked the cock in her hand. "Is that the same effect a pussy has on a cock?" she wondered.

She clenched her pussy to see how tight it would go, as she settled on the heap of canvasses under the staircase near the borewell pump. This was her favorite spot, where undetected she dreamed of lovers and sex when aroused. This was where she pleasured herself. And she was in serious need of pleasure right now.

One hand grasped her own breast, the way she had seen Rangappa clench her mother's breast. It was a bit hard to believe: the jovial and cordial Rangappa was their benevolent landlord who allowed them use of various facilities around his house. Not on one occasion had Rukku seen him say or do one thing out of place. She had long admired the man for his 'clean' behavior.

Now, a doubt cropped up. Was there a secret dalliance between her mother and the landlord, which was the real reason behind his benevolence?

Rukku had no way of knowing that the encounter she had just witnessed was the first ever.

In fact, from what she had seen that morning the pleasure seeking ways of Rangappa were so obvious and Rukku could not be blamed for jumping to conclusions.

As she imagined her own hand and mouth on Rangappa, as she imagined her own pussy stretching to take in the thick cock, her other hand wandered down. She sucked her stomach in so the petticoat cord had the slack to take her hand. Her middle finger slid past the mat of pubic hair and she found her passage slick with flow, ready to welcome her.

She slid her finger in to as far as it would go. It was not far enough. She put three fingers together, raised her hips and spread her legs out. She slid them in, again as far as they would go. Then she found her thumb against her clit. She rotated her wrist, creating traction between the ball of the thumb and the knob of flesh.

Pleasure frissoned through her lissome body. Through the cloth of her blouse, she pinched at herself harder, desperate to somehow mimic the feeling of a man's hand. It had to be harder, rougher -- that would be the only thing she could consider as a man's effect on her! Anything else -- her own hands -- were too soft to deliver her the pleasure she so craved right now.

She had no exposure or experience to texture, skin, temperature and the passion driving a man that touched a woman.

As her fingers slid in and out with increasing ease, it became clear that she was juicing up more than she ever had in the past. Her need soared as fingers became less effective. She needed a man, she thought in desperation, noting that there was no one really eligible. She thrust her hips too, as her fingers plunged, desperate to feel more pleasure. May be any man would do, never mind eligibility.

She thought of the eligible young men in their circle. The strongest of them had been taken by her mother. She had once seen them on an empty plot of land. A large cloth had been tied to trees to form a tent like they did in the villages. Beneath lay her Maniamma, legs spread wide apart. The strong young man, his muscles rippling, his buttocks taut, was busy pounding into her mother. She had taken note of the woman's hand clutching those strong buttocks and pulling him in, again and again.

She needed some pounding like that! While on other days she refused to entertain thoughts of fucking men her mother had fucked, today if he appeared before her right now, she would more than willing take him. Here and now!

In desperation she looked around, as though if she spotted a man she would have him, then and there. Her eyes fell on the creeper running up the wall and she saw the small cucumbers growing on the vine of the plant. It reminded her of the landlord Rangappa's cock.

She stretched out to reach but the nearest cucumber was just a wee bit too far away. Finally, she heaved herself up from her reclining position and lunged for the phallus shaped vegetable. She got her target.

Now, bunching up the folds of her petticoat, she nosed her pussy open with the knob of one end of the cucumber. She allowed the cucumber to be coated with her juices as she rotated the knob around the opening of her pussy. She then used this slickness to push the cucumber in a bit deeper. Now she was able to rotate it a lot less. She wiggled her hips and gasped as her pussy gave and absorbed the trunk of the cucumber.

She remembered hearing a similar gasp from her mother one night, when in a daring act, Maniamma had mounted her husband, even while her daughter lay asleep a hand's length away.

She had not been asleep. She had heard the man whispering something to Maniamma. Then she had seen the silhouette of her mother rising. She noticed her mother resting one knee on the floor while the other was akimbo. As the silhouette shape fell, she was treated to the sound of the gasp, as her husband's cock dutifully filled her space.

That fullness is what Rukku was hungry for. For now, the cucumber would have to serve her. Remembering a cautionary tale, which had sounded hilarious at the time, Rukku eased the cucumber back out a bit and instantly felt the ache of vacuum. She shoved it right back, this time with careless vigor.

"Ah!" she exulted as the stretching gave her the first full sense of pleasure she had been seeking. There was hope for her yet! Her hips started fucking the cucumber and her hand acquired a rhythm in which the supple, firm cylinder slid in and out. There was a gentle curve at which the cucumber would go no further and Rukku did not dare plunge it further than that.

She noted that the rhythm of her hand was quite similar to the rhythm of her mother's hand on Rangappa Ayya (respectful title for an elder).

She shuddered a little spasm as she smiled to herself: same rhythm for cock as for cunt. She felt a yawning hunger inside her and the fucking became more desperate.

Leaving her breast clothed in its blouse, she slid her hand to other breast, this time under the blouse. She caught her nipple in a brutal grip between thumb and forefinger and twisted and rotated her long brown teats in rhythm with the fucking.

A man, she needed a man! She wanted to feel the weight of a man. She wanted this cucumber to be a cock, and for it to throb from within.

As her pussy melted into orgasm and gushed, she desperately wished for a similar warm gush to flood into her. She imagined the jets of cum thrown up by Rangappa's cock and wanted to feel such jets in her.

She wept in pleasure and frustration as she ceaselessly slid the cucumber back and forth. What had proved sufficient at the beginning proved now to be wet and slick to the point that sensations were fewer than before.

She pulled at one nipple, then the other. "Yes!" she screamed inwardly. "I want this pleasure! More! And from someone else!" she sobbed.

As the waves of the rough edges of her pleasure receded, so did the desperation. What replaced it was a resolve that she would now make sure she got the real thing.

She just had to find a man that would qualify.

It took Maniamma a bit longer to coax her bountiful breasts back into the confines of her blouse. Like many working class women from the lower income groups, she had no use for a bra. By the time she had stuffed them in and hooked up the blouse her daughter Rukku who had seen the entire encounter left without being noticed by the mother.

Maniamma took one glance more at the gently snoring Rangappa as he lay exhausted by the exhilarating orgasm. His garments were in complete disarray but his position was somewhat better because Maniamma had thrown the cloth of his sarong-like lower garment (dhoti) over him.

She noticed the large area that his sticky, messy semen covered in the cloth and took note that the man, despite his age seemed to be totally virile. Next time she did not plan to let this go waste; it would have to be inside her. She knew how to take a man and for her the epitome of pleasure was in his spending helplessly into her, in the throes of a death-like orgasm.

Maniamma was shamelessly engrossed in her own pleasure over the pleasure of any of her men. It just so happened that her own pleasure involved the cumming of her man. This morning, perhaps, was the first time when the entire encounter was purely focused on the man. It was spontaneous. It was a man that Maniamma admired and respected. And she had served him in many different ways. To her, the act of intense gratification too, was serving him.

Rangappa was one of the few men she had met in her life who, as her landlord, was downright nice and helpful and had never been exploitative. If sex had been part of the deal, she would not have minded it one bit, given how much she enjoyed sex and pleasure. But Rangappa was careful to a fault, not even touching her by accident while going about the daily give and take.

And now this. Now that the pleasure of her master was done and over with, her urgent and immediate craving was for her own pleasure. Apart from her breasts, which Rangappa Ayya had held, touched, kneaded and ravaged with his hungry hands, she had nothing from the encounter. As she walked down the stairs she felt the juice in her pussy squelching with her movements as hips rotated.

The vacantness between her legs was throbbing and her mind whirred as she considered which of her current crop of lovers would be available at this time. Her first preference was for Devan the most illicit of all her relationships. Devan was her husband's nephew -- by extension her own nephew.

Back Then...

Devan became her lover not because she made the first move. When the 20-year lad came from the village to make a living working with his uncle, he had been totally taken by the obvious sexuality of his aunt. He first saw her go away furtively with one of her lovers and concluded his aunt was licentious. His perception was confirmed when he saw her riding someone else with her typical ruthlessness. It was one of those moments when she was busy extracting her own orgasm from the hapless man below.

Devan slowly let the woman know his intentions. At work he leaned over her. He grazed her luscious breasts with his arm. And at least once let his hand drop on her sumptuous ass.

She ignored it at first, but then the signals became unmistakable. When she saw him out of the corner of eye ogling her and tugging at his erection beneath his lungi (sarong) she knew for sure. It was typical of Maniamma to start assessing Devan instead of being prudent.

Being strong, muscular and young, he qualified. The clincher was the probability that he was a virgin. She had no way of knowing for sure and that was something new in her book. All her men were either married or as licentious as her. The surge in her breasts and the tingling at her nipples at the thought of his virginity told her she had a new target.

The actual encounter happened by both the young man and the older woman allowing the situation to come together, each acting independently.

Maniamma stored the coal she needed for her clothes iron in the rooftop room of Rangappa's house. It was a crammed shed, full of all sorts of assorted things. Just inside the door of that shed lay a full sack of coal. When this coal was depleted she usually sent her husband to replenish it and haul up the heavy sack.

This time she asked Devan to handle that. When her husband said he would do it as was usual, she insisted that the newcomer earn his keep by doing more.

"Go up and keep this sack in that shed," she said to her nephew.

"But where? How?" asked Devan.

"Go up and wait there for me," she said, her eye meeting his eye. The eyes conveyed a lot more than what the words meant.

And there, in the shadow of the water tank, she had taught him what it was to be with a woman. Her surmise that he would be a virgin proved correct. She so enjoyed the tutoring. Holding his hardness and guiding it to her pussy she had asked him to push. And then, holding his hips she pushed him up and away. Then she switched her hands to his buttocks and pulled him in.

That is all she needed to teach him. His instincts took over. She gave him a free run of her as he fucked her mindlessly, seeking his own pleasure and trying to feel every part of a woman he had fantasized about throughout his growing up years.

There was a charm to his wild plunging and thrusting. He came, quickly and torrentially. But his erection was undiminished, as she had anticipated. It was this second fuck that she really wanted. The cock, she knew would not cum as easily as it had the first time.

She pushed him off. Devan lay on his back, his cock waving in the air. His first experience with a woman was not as great as he thought it would be, though he enjoyed the release into her much more than he had ever enjoyed masturbating.

Looking at the disheveled form of his aunt, he realized that he had wanted to fuck her, yes; but also to feel those breasts, caress her ass, and to feel her. And he had also wanted her to do things to him he had only seen on those pirated x-rated videos.

It had been too quick and too random.

His wildest dreams had then been realized when his aunt gently undid the hooks of her blouse and allowed her tits to spill out. Devan could not have known that Maniamma was aching for her breasts to be treated well. Devan could not have known that his aunt's cunt had barely begun to feel satiated and that much of her sexual needs lay before them.

And she continued to teach him. As only an expert lover would know she left his cock to rejuvenate and throb, ignoring the waving and bobbing shaft as her hands guided his hands to her breasts.

She taught him to squeeze them just how she liked it. She allowed him to play with them. But she also taught him to slap the sides of breasts gently. And hold her nipples like toggle switches and rotate them. And when his throat bobbed as he swallowed, she leaned forward to slap her breasts on his face, eventually feeding him her teats.

The slow stages in which she got him used to her breasts and her control of his hands had shown him her preferences. He was gentle in the nibbling and suckling. But he was harsh and quick in sucking them in and out of his lips.

Maniamma shivered. The young man was a great student. The way he sucked pleasure out of her breasts sent tingles to her pussy. Those were the connections she loved to experience. Holding her young lover's head to her breasts she ran her other hand slowly down his taut body, caressing him gently till she reached his groin.

Gently she passed the cock by and reached for his sac, gently lifting and caressing him there. And then her forefinger went beyond to the stretch between his legs and he shuddered.

She ran her fingers lightly up, tapping his sac, his pillar from base upward, slowly -- tapping as she went. For each tap the spongy cock bounced to her touch. She could feel the buzz in his nerves. He was ready.

Laying his head back on the floor, she swiveled one leg over the prone man. She leaned forward, her breasts back in his face. Bunching up her sari she descended on his cock. Cleverly, she let the triangle of her pubis catch and caress the cock. As she moved down his body the cock moved from pointing up toward his own belly down, snagged in her triangle. Maniamma caught the cockhead in her gaping open pussy and tried align the hot, waiting flesh so that if she pushed he would penetrate.

But the cock escaped as Maniamma moved her hips and sprang back to its taut, upward pointing position. Devan gasped in disappointment and Maniamma looked down at his face loaded with desire, her own face a mirror of his desire, her mouth agape. Her lower lip, hanging and wet was so exciting to him that he wanted to grab her and devour her. But it was not he who was in control this time.

She looked down between their bodies and saw the object of her immediate desire. His cockhead, red and bulbous, wet and smeared with the viscous fluids of his arousal waited for her.

Burning as she was desire, Maniamma knew better than to hurry. There was time enough to feast. But Devan thrust his hips upward in ardor.

She pressed him down and again moved her hips down snagging his cock in the same way. When the head had again found her pussy lips -- also agape- she reached between and held his cock delicately between forefinger and thumb. Holding it in alignment, she thrust downward, and was rewarded with the fulfilling sensation of a tight fit.

The nephew was well endowed indeed! Hoisting herself up, she straightened her torso. Her hands now off the floor, she grabbed his hands and brought them to her breasts. She squeezed her own breasts by manipulating his hands to squeeze her.

His cock was deep, up in her. Devan could not bear it but the weight of the woman on him prevented him from moving up. He contracted his sphincter and was rewarded with a dribble. Maniamma gasped in pleasure as it moved within her womb.

"Mmmmm!" she marveled. "Do that again!" she coaxed him.

Devan smiled. "Yes, perimma!" he replied, dutiful as ever, addressing her as aunt.

He released and contracted again. Again his cock jumped in its new lair. Maniamma felt her nephew's cock caress in her in unusual places in unusual ways again. Slowly she raised herself, allowing her weight down on Devan.

Reflexively, Devan straightened his arms, holding up his aunt above him b gripping her breasts hard. The slow measured pace by which she was collegeing him in pleasure added intensity.

Her nephew was a good learner and an excellent lover! He listened to her and was willing to serve and pleasure her down to the level of detail she wanted. The grip of those hands on her breast felt great and moved her hips in small circles.

"Perimma!" gasped Devan.

"What?" she asked, looking down at him radiantly.

"You... I.... no....!" he stammered.

"What?" she asked endearingly, changing the direction in which she rotated her hips.

"I might cum!" he wailed.

"So?" she asked impishly, postponing her pleasure as she enjoyed the newly deflowered man's predicament.

"I don't want to!" he said.

"Why? Why don't you want to?" she asked, knowing perfectly well what his answer would be. Suddenly she moved upward allowing him to slide outwards and then slowly, rotating and descending on him, she corkscrewed his cock back into her depths.

"This will end!" he implored.

"And you don't want it to?" she asked again, repeating the unsheathing of his cock and the corkscrew down.

Devan shuddered. His cumming was imminent. He felt desperate. His aunt had only just taken him in. This orgasm threatened to be weak and flowing rather than pounding and powerful, as he wanted.

Maniamma undid her hair and it cascaded down and the woman laughed at him lovingly.

Sliding off him completely she shimmied down his body till her face was at his cock. Devan's cock was jerking involuntarily, threatening to explode. She clamped down on the head with three fingers on top and thumb below and held it there, motionless.

Devan groaned as the orgasm receded. Somehow, he wanted both -- to cum as well as to prolong the session.

Maniamma looked up as the young man looked down.

"Now what is your problem?" she teased him, enjoying the complete control. Here was a toy-boy she could use to her heart's content from today on.

He shook his head wordlessly. He was wondering if his aunt intended to open her mouth and take his cock in and that thought was enough to have him orgasming again. But he didn't think she would. He had gotten far enough with this woman but for his aunt to mouth him was a tall ask.

She didn't take him in her mouth. But not for the reasons he thought. She knew that he would cum almost instantly and she had a cunt bubbling with desire that needed satisfaction. Moreover, if the coals did not reach the ironing cart soon enough, her husband might just show up.

She shimmied up and again guided his hands to her breast. Taking him in instantly she fucked him in a rhythm designed for her own pleasure.

Devan was now introduced to one dimension of his aunt's pleasuring that all her other lovers already knew about her. The fucking was incessant and rhythmic. It ignored him and his pleasure. There was no focus on his position and his cock.

She manipulated the contact and the thrusting in a way that her own pleasure soared.

"Oh yes!" she hissed. She added her own hands to his on her breasts, and as she continued the fucking, she twisted and pinched her nipples. The good student immediately took over the ministration of her teats from the teacher.

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" moaned Maniamma. With a huge exhalation she called out to him, "Raja!" It was a long drawl of an endearment women often called male kids in the house.

His aunt had often called him 'Raja' before, but never in the throes of pleasure.

"You, Raja, you! You are what this woman needs!" she babbled.

Devan was thrilled and his cock swelled such that Maniamma could feel the surge. His aunt was in love with him!

She was not. She was a very articulate lover who crooned, pampered and talked to her lovers. It gave her and them pleasure. She showered her lovers with attention and words, which made them feel like studs.

That made them behave like studs with her. And she needed and enjoyed that.

Her head lost control as she thrashed about in orgasm. Devan was being too careful with her breasts so she had her own fingers join him in treating her breasts. She came copiously, flooding the cock.

She slumped forward on him, holding her hips just high enough for him to hump upward.

Devan took to the new task with a gusto. He thrust upward in rapid jabs. The short stabs did not penetrate Maniamma deeply any more. She like that too -- there was pleasure to be had from the first one-third of her pussy as well.

She whispered into his ears, "Fuck your perimma well, you stud!"

Devan thrust upward.

"Just like that," she encouraged him. "Go, go, go, Raja!" she implored him as she felt one more orgasm welling up.

Devan thrust up and held there as his cock exploded.

"Oh yes!" she spoke into his ear. "Thrust, thrust!" she directed.

Devan shook and moved erratically as he kept thrusting to the best of his ability.

The warmth flooded into Maniamma's womb.

IT felt fantastic to Devan. His first orgasm was a sticky, tight mess as he had got stuck in her. This one was warm and bubbly. His aunt's whispers added to the pleasure.

He gave all of himself and filled her. It surged into Maniamma and mixed with her own released flowed back over their joined cock and cunt.

The flooding and the squelching slowed down the sensations as the orgasms receded and Maniamma slumped down, taking his cock in fully. It was still spewing and she enjoyed every spasm, still quaking.

The feverishness in her nipples receded and her breasts felt good crushed on his chest. His cock, unwilling to lose its hardness continued to release into her in smaller and smaller dribbles.

Her cunt still pulsated in the thrall of her orgasm. That told her that she herself was not quite done. From here, she would love to have him go down on her and take her one more level.

But today was not the day for that. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him.

"Happy? Got what you wanted?" she asked, wiggling her hips.

He gasped, the cock extra sensitive to movements now.

"I never..." he started.

"Don't!" she stopped him. "I noticed every single time you found a way to touch me okay!"

She slapped him on his hip. Slowly raising herself off him, she looked down and saw his reddened slick cock erect as ever.

She shook her head, marveling at how the human body responded to its first encounter.

"It will be like that for a day or two," she told him, kneeling between his legs as she tethered the hooks of her blouse to the impossible task of holding her flesh.

"Perimma is always there to take of you, isn't it?" she said. Leaning forward she fleeting kissed the cockhead.

Devan jumped in reflex.

"Get some of the coal down for today's work," she instructed him leaving there a heap of conquered flesh.

And she continued instructing him ever since, teaching him everything she knew and writing new chapters in her very own book of pleasure and sex.

And Now Today...

To that student she now turned in her moment of intense need. She needed to be fucked. And now.

She found him two streets away, getting his own ironing cart ready for the day. It was two years since he got here and as was her usual planning, she extended the franchise of her village by setting up more and more of them in small businesses around town.

In those two years, whenever she wanted a strong, powerful but submissive lover willing to be instructed it was Devan. There were others who dueled with her as the lovemaking progressed. They tried to subdue her with their own stamina and appetite for her. And she in turn reveled in the dueling as she pleasured them right back. It always ended with her satiated and the cocks limp and flaccid.

Devan was putting up the canvases that formed covers on all sides of the cart. As Maniamma approached his cart, Devan was surprised. She would not come looking for him unless she wanted him. If she had work for him, she would have called him on the mobile.

But this was too early in the morning. Maniamma usually got hungry for him in the afternoons and quite often in the middle of the night, after her husband had drunk himself silly.

"Fuck me now," instructed Maniamma.

"Where? How?" asked Devan, bewildered by the suddenness. Maniamma usually flirted a lot and her foreplay was quite aggressive before she asked him to mount her; or simply mounted him.

Today there were no preliminaries.

The one side of the cart, which she left open, was to the wall of an apartment complex. Covered on three sides by the cart and protected by the wall on the fourth side, Maniamma was ready to be taken.

"Here," she said simply, leaning over the cart, laying her cheek on the layers of cloth laid down to be the ironing surface. Reaching behind she pulled him to her till his cock brushed her ass through their clothing.

The student-nephew got the message. She wanted to be taken doggy style. He glanced up and down the street and yes; his aunt's plan did seem well laid out. They did not seem particularly visible as usually the cart was placed under trees and leafy vegetation to protect from the peak sun levels of the day.

With one hand he released his lungi (sarong) and with the other he pulled up the woman's sari. He reached under her to find her pussy and prepare her with some preliminaries. Instead, he was shocked to find that his target was soppy wet.

His cock rose rapidly to its full eminence and he hunched over the prone woman, attempting to fuck her. His hips moved and his cock prodded her flesh uselessly. He could not find her pussy with his cock. He reached between them and holding himself, nosed her around, pushing each time to see whether he was able to gain entry.

"You are too low. Your hips need to be higher," he grunted.

Maniamma moved the large stones used to block the wheels of the cart closer to the middle of the cart. She then stood on top of the two stones, elevating herself by about half a foot. She then leaned forward onto the cart again. Now her hips were in the air.

Devan again guided his cock, prodding. This time Maniamma joined in the quest, and with two fingers held his cock in the correct trajectory. AS the cock entered her, Maniamma was ecstatic. This angle was completely unique and no amount of energy or change in position could create this perfect angle in which the cock caressed the roof of her pussy all the way in.

She shuddered as he rammed in. While she was wet, he was dry -- from the moment he sighted her hurrying to him to this moment when he was penetrating her was less than minute. As he plunged in his skin pulled back and cock head swelled up and reared its head to the full just as he reached the mouth of her womb.

"Yes, Raja!" sighed Maniamma, loving the feeling of fullness. He was designed for her, made to order. She put her palm on her belly just over the area where he was embedded. She always felt like she could hold his erection in her fist from there, through her belly.

"Perimma!" stammered Devan as her pussy contracted on his cock.

He pulled out and rammed back, the whole cart shuddering with the force of this thrust. Maniamma, ever the pragmatist, gripped both sides of the top to steady the cart for she did not want to waste money on having it fixed later. Besides, she needed to present Devan with a steady target. If he pounded, she needed to be stationary for him to plunge in to the full depth.

He did. He thrust, he plunged and he filled her depth.

"Tell me, Raja!" she called out to her dear nephew.

"Perimma!" he repeated.

"Go ahead! Tell me, da!" she implored.

"Perimma!" he wept, as he felt her expertly contract on his plunging member.

"Give! Give! Give!" she coaxed him, realizing that Devan was calling out to his aunt in intense pleasure rather than to say anything.

Holding her hips, he fucked in and pulled out, hard and fast. He wanted her breasts but he needed to hold her. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, concentrating on the exact friction point of cock and cunt.

His nails dug into her sides as his semen boiled up into his orgasm. Maniamma reached back as she felt her own climax coming on. Clutching his ass, she pulled him as close as she could.

This restricted the depth of his fucking to short, sharp jabs. Devan increased his speed of fucking, reaming in and out of Maniamma's pussy.

She missed the full, long fucks filling her womb. But she now luxuriated in the pleasure of the rapid movement of his cock head on the top of her cunt and a particularly sensitive pleasure spot just beyond.

She felt like an animal today and would have loved to fuck him for long hours -- much longer than ever. Him on top. Her on top. Sixty-nine. And long languorous oral sex.

But not today, not just now. On a street at a time of day when activity would pick up any time.

They had to finish.

And finish he did- bellowing loudly as he spurted into her. He always came in copious gallons when fucking her. She always found him more vigorous than most and filling her more than others. Her other lovers had other women and seemed to regularly find release.

Her Devan released only into her. And his large surges as he filled her seemed to be the accumulated passion between their encounters.

He slumped on her, jerking and spasming as he continued to come. And she held him tight and to her, not wanting to let him out even by mistake. Now that his hands did not need to be on her hips, Devan reached under his aunt and found her breasts. Through her blouse he clutched at her, and felt out her nipples from within the thin fabric.

He caressed and teased them as he continued to release in ever decreasing dribbles. In that position he did not have to lose his full erection to slip out; just a reduction from the heights of passion was enough. His cock would no longer fit in its preferred spot.
Maniamma recognized the end of this session. She could have gone on but that would have meant another position and she could easily go for hours.

Instead she slapped her faithful students buttock, indicating to him to move. She let her sari slip to cover her. As she stood upright, she stepped off the stone blocks on which she had stood.

As she stepped on the ground, fluids seeped out of her and ran down her legs. She turned around to face her young lover. His cock was still semi-erect. She grasped it and gave it a few fist fucks to provide the completeness of pleasure Devan so deserved. He released every last drop into her fist.

And then she moved on from what was quite an unusual day beginning for her.

[RRahul]

The Absence



When she awoke she was looking at an unfamiliar ceiling. She had to remind herself about where she was. Slowly she remembered. She was in Jayshree madam's house. The family had gone to the US for a month. But the son could not travel as he had a crucial college year. So, they asked her to change her work timings. She was required to make lunch, be there when the boy returned from college.

So that is where she was. In that house. Next, she realized that she had no clothes on. At all. Nor were any of her clothes in sight. In which room of the house was she? This was the guest room. And as she became more awake she became aware of the smells around her. Her own smells and the smells of ...

It was just the first day of the new timings. Laxmi had rejigged all the other house timings where she did work. She decided to give the young man a good lunch on the first day so that he felt reassured about the quality of her cooking. She made an excellent mutton curry and then there was nothing to do. She had to wait for Lokesh to return from college. As always, her feet were aching. It was stressful, walking from one house to another and then on her feet all day doing various house chores. She rarely got a moment to sit. But since Jayashree madam just wanted someone around the house, and since there was no one at home, there was nothing to do.

She liked that change. She lay down on the floor and put her feet up on the sofa to give her feet much deserved rest. One of the other ladies at whose house she worked had kindly taught her this as a way to rest her feet. Vipareeta-karni. You get close to the wall or sofa and put up your feet a good height. The blood flow to the head served as a great pick me up in less than ten minutes. And the feet felt rested too.

It was not easy to do, for Laxmi wore a saree most of the time. Putting her feet up meant the garment fell back, exposing her legs and the lower part of the body. Living in a crowded small tenement that was not so easy to do. And she had a body worth lusting over. Even though she was technically a grandmother, that was only because she had been married young; and so had her daughter.

At forty-something, her body was sculpted and toned by years of housework in the various places she worked as a maid. Being a single woman meant she was open to approach by an assortment of lustful men. And having been widowed a while ago she did have those needs. But only when she wanted. And exposing her body was not an option.

Today she could.

By the time Lokesh reached home, Laxmi's Vipareeta-karani had hit and she was lost to the world, asleep. In any case, food was not on Lokesh's mind. He had the freedom of an empty house and was hungry to go look up what a friend had told him was really sexy and worth watching on YouTube. That did not mean he missed Laxmi lying there. Her head was towards the door he entered from with his key and her feet were on the sofa opposite. Her knees were showing as the saree had slipped. But what really caught his eye was her chest: breasts partially covered by the saree but for a good part exposed. Rising and falling with her gentle snoring.

For a young man with no real sexual experience breasts are a fascinating sight. The size, the shape, the texture - nothing mattered. That there were breasts to see was sufficient. Not that Laxmi was poorly endowed. She had nice sumptuous breasts. But nor were they large mammaries of every teen fantasy.

Lokesh's mind was on masturbation throughout his ride home. His friend had told him about a movie to watch and he was keen to get on with that. He continued to eye Laxmi as he went to his room to turn on his computer and look at those lascivious scenes to which he could masturbate.

It did not take him long to find as he was used to hunting down more and more sexy stuff to watch on the internet. And there it was. Wow! He had never seen something like this before. Somewhere halfway down the movie The Handmaiden two women were making lesbian love. Both were seated and the one on top was fisting the one below. The moans filled the room as the women were moaning, squealing and cumming - voices and noises mixed. It was in Korean but not that the language mattered.

He watched fascinated. The lovemaking continued. The scene was longer, much, much longer than similar scenes in most movies. As was his habit Lokesh waited till his cock was so hard and demanding that he simply had to touch himself. When one of the women ducked between the other's legs, it was too much to bear. The moment to stroke himself to a gushing cum was upon him. He slid his trouser down and his cock sprang up to attention; for attention.

That was also the moment Laxmi came looking on hearing the unusual sounds from the boy's room. Since Lokesh had turned the sound up to listen carefully to the exciting sounds of ecstasy he did not hear her open the room door. And the moment Laxmi entered the room her eyes went to the screen of the computer. She saw one body lying between the legs of a woman laid back. She was taken aback when the screen showed the face of a woman between those legs. That face was wet with the fluids of the other woman. She was transfixed. But so was Lokesh fascinated - he had never seen such a realistic shot. Nobody's face ever showed the wetness from eating a woman that was seen in this movie.

His cock was throbbing and he gently slid his hand up and down, groaning at the pleasure it gave him. Meanwhile, the women on the screen lay side by side and each tucked her head between the thighs of the other. The shot was from the top as the women merged into a 69 position while lying on their sides. Lokesh continued to stroke himself slowly, steadily. Then the women on the screen got into a different position. Pussies were pressed into each other and they hammered each other with their bodies. The moment of super-excitement came when both clasped hands so they could get support to fuck really hard.

Clutching at each other's hands, looking into each other's eyes, the two women fucked each other. Pussies rubbed and smeared. Lips must be caressing each other, splayed open with stimulation and lust. Unseen by the camera but seen in the eye of the mind, Lokesh imagined how those pussies were pulsing. They really needed to fill their pussies and here he was without someone to fuck! He groaned, desperate at having to make do with his hand.

Laxmi was fascinated as she was aroused. And she knew what the boy was doing. She felt like touching herself which is what she did many a time. There were enough men in her circle who had an eye on her luscious body. She was a pretty woman with the firm taut body of a working woman. She had a few that liked to fuck her. It was plain and simple sex, for them and for her. And yet, the woman in her never sought them out. It was they who came to her with their lust. She took her satisfaction when it came and from where it came. And left it at that. Men were trouble. And all of them were married. Double trouble.

She looked over Lokesh's shoulder and saw him stroke himself. The young man's cock was like any of the many she had seen. As it was with her breasts for the young man's eye, so it was with the cock for her eyes. It mattered that it was a cock; nothing else mattered.

Her hand joined his. She leaned over him from behind and the other hand went to his mouth to stifle him but to reassure him, too. She slipped fingers into his mouth, playing with his tongue as she stroked his cock. He turned around to see who it was and their eyes locked. Lokesh groaned and rubbed his face against her chest. His cock was in her hand now as Lokesh grasped at her body turning around in his chair as much as he could. She pumped down and his cockhead swelled, red and glistening. One more and his cum shot up. Her mouth involuntarily opened and her lips made a shape as if to take in the cock and its erupting white shots. Her head reared and jerked in unison with the convulsions of the cock. It was not a conscious act on her part. It was just how engrossed she was watching the thrusting and pulsing cock.

Gobs and gobs of cum flowed over her hand and down. Sounds of Lokesh groaning joined the chorus from the computer. The women on screen were cumming along with Lokesh here. Only Laxmi seemed left out. In his ecstasy, the boy's teeth had sunk into her breast but she didn't mind, somewhat protected from the harshness of the bite by her clothing. He stood up and when she removed her hand he quickly brought it back on his ever-pulsing cock. He made sure she kept stroking him. He hugged her and thrust into her hand repeatedly. When he stopped spewing he simply told her, "I need you. Let's fuck."

She needed the fucking, too. She was aroused for sure. It had been weeks since she had fucked one of those random men. And what she saw on the computer had caused her juices to flow even though she was largely unfamiliar with how one woman could pleasure another. And then this young man's virility all on display. But.

"Can you do anything?" she asked as her face caressed the boy's. He guided her hand to his still ramrod-stiff cock.

"Mmmmm," she murmured. He might not be able to cum so soon but that was to her advantage she thought to herself. She wanted to be fucked.

"Come," she whispered. And instead of showing the single-minded focus on possessing her pussy with his cock, his attention went straight to her breasts. He kissed the slopes and very incompetently tried to work the hooks open. He was not going to succeed anytime soon. She simply undid the hooks and pulled his face to her bosom. While he kissed and licked the more open slopes now, she undid her bra clasp. Heaven was open to him as he slathered her breasts with his saliva. Hungry lips sucked in the nipples setting Laxmi's pussy aflame.

No doubt Jayashree madam had asked her to look after the son. But she cannot have had this in mind. The prim older lady's son was just another lusty lad like any other.

The sucking continued for long till Laxmi gently had to remind him, "Don't you want to fuck?"

She pulled at her saree till it fell to the floor and now only the petticoat stood between Lokesh and his lifetime dream of a wet cunt to nest his cock in. she turned around to undo its cord. Lokesh kissed her bare back feverishly. Laxmi felt his hot and wet kisses and shivered: the men who took her did nothing for her. It was just animal fucking. That had its charm. But this was delicious. Her nipples stood hard and erect and now that her petticoat was undone she pulled it up over her breasts like many Indian women did while bathing.

Much of her body that Lokesh was lipping was now covered by that garment. She held his hand and led him to his single bed. Just enough for one person and another lying on top. They sat down next to each other and she looked down at his bobbing cock. "Do you know what to do?" she asked. He shook his head. No.

"Do you want to be on top of me?" she asked. No response. "Do you want me on top?" she asked. His mind went to the clips he had seen where the woman road the man to a climax. His hand snaked under the petticoat to feel her breasts. His palm stroked the nipple. She gasped. She swung her legs over and lay back. "Come on top," she instructed him.

He kneeled between her legs, his cock dangling. It was then that she took note of it. He was super-large from the excitement of a first fuck, all bulging and spongy. "Is it your first time?" she asked. He nodded. His cock was dripping onto her body below. He lowered his head to her breasts and licked them, long lazy strokes of his tongue. Her body trembled with excitement. She needed the fuck.

"Get between my legs," she urged him. He looked down at his cock, large and ready - but numbing from the swelling. She reached down and held him. And she tugged him by his cock close to her lips. "Push," she whispered, urgently. He thrust himself at her, aimlessly, clueless about where his target lay. He slid along her stomach and both of them groaned.

"Wait, wait, wait," she said hoarsely. She pushed him back and straddled him. Holding his cock firmly she brought her pussy over its target. And she sank down, shivering and stammering loudly, "Lokesh!" she groaned.

Holding him, she rolled over and now had him on top. Her stallion. Her young stud of a stallion.

"Now! Fuck me!" she commanded. He pulled back and felt almost stuck inside her - so heavily swollen was he. HE had never seen himself so large either. He thrust a bit, eyes wide.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she urged him on in desperation. He pulled back too far; he lost her; he thrust forward again missing his target.

This time she was able to guide him back without having to mount him. Then he thrust better - shallow quick thrusts, learning how to find her. And Laxmi needed the cock so much that she thrust back at him every time he pulled back. Lokesh groaned loudly and started to call out to her, "Laxmi amma!" he called out in desperation. She was so good!

"Yes Lokesh, my boy," she responded. He pounded away as pleasure returned to his numb cock. Laxmi was throwing herself around and up at him as pleasure ripped through her body. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she held on to his shoulders. The boy came into her and filled her. She did not feel that she was done. She could do with more fucking. The boy became a man in that instant. And he slumped forward on her as his cumming took over his body and he could nothing but shudder in to her, wailing and calling out her name. Oh! How he loved this woman!

She pushed him off. His cock was undiminished. It was red from the exertion. His foreskin had pulled back behind his cock head and was stuck there. But it was unconquered.

"You have not eaten!" she said to him. "Come. Let me feed you," she said shyly. She dbangd just her saree around her body - no blouse, no bra, no petticoat. She went to the kitchen to get him food.

A little voice inside her head told her that she needed him nourished for her own bodily needs. Those sexual needs were barely meet in the first fuck of that youth's life. If the edge was off she could look forward to her own satiation. Suddenly all the tasks that Jayashree madam had told her to do for her son's sake were for Laxmi's own sake. She needed that body to satiate her own primal needs. And the mutton curry she had made with onion, garlic and spices would do his renewal a lot of good.

As she walked to the kitchen, Lokesh could see her body just covered by that the thin layer of saree. Her ass, the curves of her body, her breasts were all visible. More than being a layer of modesty it added a layer of seduction to a hot-blooded woman. Lokesh felt hungry. And it was not for lunch.


Six yards of saree wound around her supple body did more to accentuate her sexuality than hide anything. She went to get the mutton curry and rice for the young master whom she had only just deflowered, as it were.

As she stirred the curry to a simmer her mind was on the stirring inside her. Lokesh (whom she had called 'chinayya' or young master for years now) represented unbridled libido but also a certain sophisticated gentleness which she had never experienced before.

Her mind was specifically on the tender kisses he implanted on her bare back before the demands on his virgin body made him fuck her. The amateurishness and the quick release were no surprise for so young a man. Nor was his desire to fuck and ability to release so soon after having been masturbated to a finish.

And while her mind was on the spots on her back that came alive to his kisses, she took in her breath sharply for she felt it again. It was not in her mind. Lokesh had come up behind her. There was just a band of soft cotton going diagonally across that beautiful expanse of flesh, leaving much of it open. He could even see the bulge of the side of her breast before the saree stole away the sight from him.

No one had ever kissed her, much less in an area not associated with plain and simple fucking. The men in her social circle that she was likely to encounter just mounted her and pounded into her. In like fashion, she pounded into them. The vigor made up for the lack of finesse, sometimes leaving her wonderfully tired and relaxed, even if a bit sore. It was just sex.

The kisses on her back were something else. Lokesh kissed the middle of her back and she shivered. He gently pressed his lips up on each spot down the spine, sucking her till it released with a pop. She gasped. He moved lower. And lower. And lower. Her pussy melted and flowed. Already the accumulation of cum from him had seeped and saturated the clutch of cloth of the saree she had tucked between her thighs. Now she surged.

The waist of her saree stopped him whereas the lower part of her body had already been reduced to jelly and she had subtly spread her leg and was ready if he reached the cleft of her buttocks and went anywhere from there.

He did not. He traced the way back up. The knot at the back of her neck -- she did not know that it could send the same electric shock that she felt when her nipples were toyed with! Oh, she wanted him so badly!

He nuzzled her, standing up to his full height now. She moved her face sideways and the gentle caress of face upon face and the wisps of hair excited both of them. Also standing up to its full height was his erection. But prodding her made him wince as the cockhead was bulging, unprotected by foreskin and feeling super-tender. He reached down and pulled it back up so that it was pressed between them. His abdomen, his raging erection and then the crevice between her buttocks.

She could feel its complete dimensions. There was something about that first fuck with him that left a lot to be desired. It was more about overcoming his first pangs of hunger and nothing more than that. She wiggled her buttocks and felt him -- it was going to be delicious to take that in deliberately and consciously. She was going to take him the way she wanted, she told herself.

For now, it was Lokesh doing the taking. His cock was warmly snuggled up to her accepting buttocks. His body was pressed against her. His hands went to the front to claim her breasts. The cotton was seductively soft and even softer were the breasts within. He held them, weighing them. Fingers searched out her nipples and played with them. Obediently, they stood to attention. He caught each between his thumbs and fingers and stroked them gently, tugging. All through the cloth because despite searching, in his ardor he could not find the way to go below the garment. His hand slid lower, caressing her tummy and threatening the probe the vale between the legs.

It was all too much for her and she swung around facing him. Her hand reached below and held his cock firmly. It seemed to hum with a life of its own. Her own desire had soared with his gentle kissing, nibbling and stroking. She now noticed that the cock could not be contained in her hand. But she knew a place where she could contain him in full and use him. "Fuck him like an animal!" her mind told her, much like the way she was used to being mounted. She wanted to do the mounting. She wanted to be the ... be the... be the...

A sputter from the curry told her it was thickening more than she intended. She turned off the stove and still holding his cock asked him, "Don't you want to eat?"

"Yes, I do. But not what you think?" he replied. He was a virgin till a short while ago. But his educated mind had been imaginatively absorbing the sexually charged content he viewed on YouTube. He was a different kind of guy. In theory, he knew the anatomy of a woman intimately. But beyond that he favored the exploration of a woman so beautifully depicted in many a movie. A woman had needs. And he could especially see in lesbian-themed movies that a woman's need was a great way to open a pathway to his own needs.

And here he was with a woman at his disposal. With plenty of time at hand. He had not tried something silly with her. It was she who had opened the floodgates. And now he intended to do everything.

Without knowing it in so many words, Laxmi felt it in him. Her face reddened at his suggestion that there was something else he wanted to eat. "Eat what?" she asked, her voice in a stutter.

He kissed her eyes as he spoke. "Did you see on my computer what that woman was doing to her friend? Like that," he explained. The flow between her legs was definitely not his or her cum from before. She was melting inside. She had never had anyone kiss her down there. In fact, till she saw it on the computer she had not heard of it or imagined it.

"But what about this?" she asked of this imaginative novice. She slid her hand up and down his cock which was now dripping onto her feet and the floor below. There was no answer. She remembered the scene on the computer when the women had swiveled around and each woman's face was buried in the other's crotch. Maybe that ....

They slid to the kitchen floor. He shimmied down so his face was at her abdomen. The saree was damp from all sorts of things. Her sweat, which smelled sweet to him, her cum, her natural aroma. She tugged her saree loose but left it to him to unwrap her. He nuzzled her, kissed her and stabbed at her with his tongue. She moaned loudly. Quickly her knees were up and spared wide as she comfortably lay back leaving herself open to him.

He did not disappoint. As fervently and tenderly as he had kissed her back, he kissed her between the legs. The difference between sucking on her skin and sucking here was apparently. . her guttural groans and moans filled the room as swiftly as his mouth filled with her juices.

"But what about you? Hunhh? What about that?" she babbled, her hand mimicking how the cock had felt in it. Pressing his head into her crotch lest he misunderstood what she wanted she slowly swiveled around. Already his cock was within her reach and she grasped at it, stroking it steadily. He was beautiful! That cock was so full, so large, so full of promise! As the swiveling continued it loomed over her face and her response was instinctive. She let him enter her mouth. She twirled it with her tongue and let him swirl in her mouth.

Lokesh changed the rhythm of his mouth to accommodate his care for her ... he made loud smacking kisses on her pussy. And then felt like fucking her so he pumped her mouth. She squealed as she tried to provide his cock with a channel to fuck inside her mouth. The deep suction on her pussy caused her to convulse. She added her hand to his cock to control the hammering so that she fucked him at least in part with her fist.

He was going to cum again and her hips were already thrashing uncontrollably as she came. Her buttocks thumped the floor and rose to fuck his face. She threw herself wildly, the cock escaping her mouth as he tongued her mercilessly. She was cumming and it was instance. She held on to his cock fisting him and kissing its head intermittently as she chanced upon it now and again.

"Laxmamma!" he groaned loudly into her pussy as his cock responded to her fisting. She knew he was cumming and she had not stopped cumming either. continuing to control the stroking with her hand she gave him the comfort of her mouth. Her mouth provided him with a warm bubbling shelter while her hand gave him the pleasure. Her own legs wrapped around him to make sure her pussy did not miss one single tongue stroke or face fuck.

She thrust her pussy up fully, the mound projecting into his face. Her hands worked the cock furiously. He jetted into her and she took his cum into her mouth fully. Some she could not help swallow. Some flowed out of her mouth. His cumming would not stop. Her fisting him did not stop either. Neither did he stop sucking on her. Nor did she stop cumming.

She drank and tasted him fully. Her tongue continued to swirl around the pillar of flesh. The struggle to say connected and control the pulsing was equal on both sides. He kept his mouth plastered to her pulsating pussy. She kept her fist around his cock and the head in her mouth.

When the incessant motions of cumming ebbed and everything came to a quiet after the storm, neither of them moved. They lay like that. His face on her cheek and she with him in her mouth.

He did not shrink even a bit. His cock had spilled its seed only out of compulsion. Otherwise he was not satiated one little bit.

He dozed off eventually. She gently rolled him off. His cock was upright waving in the air. I have still not taken that in to my aching, yawning pussy, she thought.

When he awoke she was sitting with the saree again wound around herself damper than ever before; more stained that ever. In a plate, she had a heap of rice hollowed to take a large servicing of mutton curry in a moat in the middle.

He lay there as she carefully placed small balls of rice and gravy in his mouth. When there were pieces of meat to be fed, her fingers entered his mouth and he sucked on the them like he was sucking on her teats. It made her shiver. Slowly but surely, the feeding become messier. She licked at the gravy that was on the sides of his mouth. The bit that dripped on to his chest. And then the dots of curry she placed on her nipples and brought it to her young master to eat off her.

And then she lay back and he ladled on small dabs of curry to eat from each breast. Her neck. Her tummy. And further down. And from between her legs. And the curry tasted special when he did that.

He was eventually fed and nourished. So was she as she ate off his body. Finally, she was ready to fill herself with his cock and be pounded by someone who really knew how to make love.


"You better rest and I better finish a few things," said Laxmi to the well fed young man, patting his cheek. She found her saree and pulled that part of it stuck under him and stood up. Lokesh devoured her with his eyes. Those breasts -- he had not tasted them enough. Those firm and shapely legs well-toned, he had felt around his face, chest and body. But he wanted to be gripped by them as he sank into this wondrous woman.

And slowly but surely, Laxmi dbangd herself in the garment. It would not count as 'tying the saree'. It was a sensuous mix of modesty and display designed to keep Lokesh on simmer. She was hardly done with him. So far, all that she had done was help him masturbate and fulfil one of his fantasies.

It was a surprising fantasy, because the men she was used to were more interested in mounting her like a bull might. She liked the raw fucking. But she loved what Lokesh represented.

She left him lying on the kitchen floor and went to the sink to do the dishes. There were not many for he had eaten from her hand and she had mixed the curry and rice in one serving bowl to feed him.

He lay there, in a lazy mood, partly drained but also rested from his nap. He wished for her to not leave him alone. He needed to explore every nuance of her body. When he had caught her garment to hold her back, she had gently made him let go, kissing and nipping at his fingers till he let go thinking she was convinced.

But she ran away with a naughty giggle and a nimbleness that belied her age. And from wherever she was she kept an eye on him. A virile but gentle lover! Years of encounters with males had blinded her to the idea that such a combination was possible. And imaginative at that!

And while she admired all that her eyes kept checking on his erection. It seemed not to flag by much, if at all any. Every now or then, as he drifted between sleep and wakefulness it twitched or bounded up with a life of its own. Occasionally, Lokesh reached down and stroked himself. It ached him and a few strokes provided relief. And he liked the moistness that resulted which seemed to soothe the ever-erect cock.

He had no way of knowing that that was inevitable in the aftermath of the loss of virginity to a woman. And there was more to come.

When she moved to the hall to dust it, he followed her there and positioned him on the sofa from where he could see her. His eyes were always on her well-rounded buttocks or eager to snatch a view of her breasts.

When she bent over to do something he thought he could see her nipples. Then he wondered about why he didn't just gather her in his arms and suck and love those mounds that seemed to be begging for attention.

She let him reach, touch, feel and try and coax -- but she never gave in to him.

When she went to hang out the clothes to dry on the back balcony she had to be a little carefully was she barely dressed. And he did not follow her there because he was nude most of the time. The dhoti was just a pretense of order was it was mostly askew, if at all on him.

And when she came back she found him snoring gently -- this time with his cock half in repose. That was the first time she had seen him less than erect since she walked into that room where he was watching that movie.

Now she knelt next to the sofa where he lay and put down the empty tub she was carrying. Her face hovered over that semi-flaccid cock. She wanted him hard and erect like before.

With a very wet mouth she took it in. just from the warmth of her mouth, with no movement, she got a small jerk of acknowledgement. She swirled her tongue around the cock. It rose rapidly. It was soon back to its full strength and impossible to accommodate in her mouth. She held the trunk of his cock in her hand and gently fucked him with her mouth.

His fluids flowed again and she thought she tasted the cardamom and cinnamon that she had used in the curry. That could not be! Must be from her fist she thought to herself. Nevertheless, the musky, salty, mildly spiced flavors kept her engrossed. And soon she felt his hand on the back of head, urging her on.

His hips moved too, trying to push himself over the edge. Every time she touched him he simply wanted to cum, spew and feel the gobs of flow. It felt fantastic. It was as if he was flowing just for her.

She raised her head off his cock and held it in her grip to restrain the buildup of his orgasm. Streaks of his juices stretched from her lips to his cock. Her hair had taken some and she was once again a picture of divinity in lust. She kept renewing the kumkum (saffron colored) round dot on her forehead. And it kept smearing with her contact with his body and the saliva and cum that kept getting added to her body.

She looked radiant. Reddened with lust. Stained with him. Eyes glimmering with admiration and lust for him. And her hair askew as if designed as a veil for them to hide under.

When she raised her head off him, the hanging lower lip, wet with a combination of his precum and her saliva made her look intoxication.

She looked up at him and said, "Time to fuck, young man. Your cum belongs to me, inside me now."

She held his hand and led him to the bedroom. She had long imagined the plush mattress for her sleep. Today she was looking forward to lying back comfortably for what she expected to the fuck of her lifetime thus far. She had fucked in the oddest of places including lying back on a cart once, while the guy that owned the cart stood and fucked her; the cart moved with his thrusts and came to rest against the wall behind -- allowing him to thrust in fully.

Here, she wanted to lie back and guide her lover to fuck her the way she imagined fucking should be.

She undid her saree and lay back on the soft mattress and well cushioned pillows. The sheets were going to be stained for sure and she wanted it that way. She wanted to make marks of ownership and conquest. Sheets could always be washed. But the searing lust she felt for this man had to be celebrated in full.

She lay back and spread her legs as wide as she could, knees up, feet flat on the bed. With outstretched arms, she called him to come mount her. His cock was surging and bobbing with the excitement of what was to come.

He kneeled between her. She gently took his cock between thumb and forefinger. "Follow me," she whispered, her voice thick with excitement. Cumming to being sucked was one thing. But being filled with a hot throbbing cock and a pounding man driving into her was the real thing.

It was going to be his first ever. Her mouth had always felt fabulous around his cock -- warm and bubbling. But he had never felt a pussy around it before. He had always imagined what it might be like. Now was the moment!

He lunged, grasping himself and aiming for her. With one hand on him, she used the other to open her pussy lips to him. Not that they needed any opening she was agape from arousal in any case. He thrust hard into her and she placed a palm on his lower abdomen stopping him from going the whole distance.

"Slowly," she whispered. She shivered as she said that because her own lust wanted him hard. Real hard. But she needed him to be hard the right way. Now with one leg coming around him she nudged his back, signaling to him that he should push forward.

His cock entered her wet channel and he gasped out 'Laxmamma!" in sheer pleasure. She held him close and her arms went around in a warm embrace.

He felt wonderful when his chest was pressed against her breasts. He tried to bring his head down to suck on them. So much to do! So much to love and taste! And with all the time at their disposal time seemed short. Her hand on his abdomen now pushed back and he withdrew but the leg on his back dictated how far and no further. And using this code she taught him her preferred rhythm. Just once, when he was inside her, he pushed a little more and the swelling of his cock head just when it was embedded in her womb caused her to gasp.

He was so inside her! Deep and embedded.

The steady rhythm and her twists and turns accompanying caused a surge of blood to his cock and he again wanted to pound really, really hard.

She tried to control him but she also felt her own insides gushing and wanted him to fuck her so very hard. And both of them were flowing so she also felt the need to reduce the lubrication and tried to reach for her saree.

As this sexual dual of desires was at its peak, the doorbell rang. And it rang in staccato, incessantly. It was someone who wanted the door opened and opened now!

They froze. Who could it be? Lokesh thought of some of his relatives whom his mother had asked to check on him. But this was only day one ...

Laxmi thought of some of the other maids who knew she worked here and sometimes came by to connect with her. But they wouldn't dare ring the bell like this ....

Laxmi would take too long to get into any condition to open the door. Her clothes were strewn in various parts of the hall and the saree by itself gave away more when it was the only piece of garment.

Actually, neither wanted to move away at a movement when they were just about to get animal in their rhythms and each was about to try conquer the other's lust.

But if someone had to go it was going to be Lokesh because that doorbell just wouldn't stop.

He grabbed his dhoti and quickly wrapped it around his waist. Askew and disorganized it was completely insufficient but it would have to do for now. He expected it to be some random salesperson that could be got rid of in a jiffy. That was the most logical possibility.

But it turned out to be his college friend, Seema. Seema was -- friends with benefits. Heavy petting. But nothing serious and nothing more. There she was. And her mouth fell open at the sight of his damp cloth, barely covering him. His pubic hair was visible, sticky, clearly damp. Lokesh must have been masturbating she thought.

And then the poorly veiled, large throbbing cock. She watched agape. She turned around to flee when he reached out and grabbed her by her wrist.

"Come and sit. Give me five minutes," he said, which was the most normal reaction of a person who had been interrupted in the middle of something. It reassured her. Whatever it was, he was not going to make any demands of her.

Lokesh turned his back to her and rushed back, calling out to her to shut the main door and make herself comfortable.

He went back to Laxmi who had loosely arranged the saree over herself. That was not going to be much use if it was one of Lokesh's relatives and they came in. but she felt better covered.

"Who was it?" she asked.

"No one," replied the lad in a hurry and cast aside the sham of a garment. He got back between her legs and readied to mount her. She too was desperate. Gone was her desire for smooth, rhythm. His sudden departure had made her aware of how empty she felt and how deeply he filled her. Now she wanted wild fucking. She wanted that lunging, rearing cockhead in her womb. She wanted to ride him. Make him lose control. And to see how richly he could fill her. Maybe even get her pregnant, for that was how fertile she felt in his presence.

And she surprised him with her bodily expression of that lust. When he placed himself inside her, shallow in her pussy, like she had taught him to, she thrust her hips up quickly fucking him hard.

He gasped. She held his arms and fucked back and forth taking her pleasure so she could get a grip on herself.

'Oh Lokesh, you are so hard for me," she screamed. "Come on fuck me, fuck me hard!" she begged.

Outside, Seema wondered if she was judging the sounds right. And as she wondered, her eyes chanced upon Laxmi's hastily discarded blouse half-inside the kitchen door. She went over and picked it up. It didn't look like anything fresh from a wash. Nor did it seem like a blouse that Lokesh's mom might have worn.

And then the clearly down-market bra. The petticoat. A woman's clothes in a house where she thought her friend was alone. The petticoat on the floor of the kitchen was the clincher. She knew.

She moved to the door where Lokesh had disappeared. Inside, Laxmi had gone completely berserk. After fucking the man above, her she decided she needed to be on top. She had swiveled over and unmindful of his needs or comfort simply fucked him hard and furiously. She loved the way his cock rode inside her. Her womb was filled, her pussy stretched and she was flowing and cumming in one seamless gush of pleasure.

"Chinnayaa, chinayaa, chinayaa!" she gasped as she took her pleasure. She grabbed his hands and guided him to pinch and maul her breasts. "Hurt me! Mark me! Keep me!" she babbled as he rolled and pinched her nipples.

Oh, he was good! She could not have enough of him. One corner of her mind tried to remember how many days there were before Jayshree madam returned. For how many days could she feed on this cock and this wonderful boy day and night?

And she lost that train of thought when Lokesh leaned forward and bit on her nipple.

She swung her legs forward and bounced on his lap holding his head to her breasts. All of her body was now begging for attention and she position herself so that the most pleasurable areas of her pussy got the most of his hardness as he went in and out of her.

In to this scene of reckless abandon, Seema moved the door ajar. There was her classmate-friend sitting with a woman on top who was fucking him mercilessly and screaming obscenities in her pleasure.

Lokesh noticed her out of the corner of his eye but Laxmi had him in her grip as she seemed insatiable. It was impossible to stop. She fucked him like a pleasure-seeking machine and his cock seemed quite up to the challenge.

Having cum so many times, having lost so much fluid in small dribbles, he was able to sustain for her. And in this phase, Laxmi was not keen on the imagination and beautifulness as much as her raw sexual pleasure.

And Seema was transfixed by this sight. While she had engaged in teenage petting with Lokesh, this was full-blown sex. She felt a slickness between her thighs at the beautiful sight of that woman's well-toned body, lovely looking breasts and the two of them pleasuring each other.

Her hand palming her crotch was almost involuntary. She watched in fascination at the two in action. How long had they been lovers she wondered?

Laxmi's incessant grazing of her sensitive spots on his unrelenting cock caused her to orgasm. She howled without restraint and screamed out Lokesh and Chinayaa alternately as her pussy melted down on him.

"You animal! You insatiable monster! Your cock is so hard in spite of my pounding it like this! Oh, my goodness. Give me, give more. After this you come on top and fuck me till you cum!" she pleaded as her body was wracked with uncontrolled pleasure.

Seema's ears reddened as she heard these descriptions of her friend. Lokesh's attempts to get Laxmi's attention were in vain. When he put his fingers on her mouth to quieten her she merely sucked them lustily. And none of this was lost on Seema. It was wild and raunchy sex. Unrestrained.

And finally, when her orgasm subsided Laxmi slumped forward. His cock was still quivering inside her. She knew she had to finish him, too. And that included consummating her own desire for her womb to be drenched.

She rested her head on his shoulder, towards the side where Seema was and that was when he noticed her. He remained embedded up in her pussy and she wiggled to enjoy the spongy hardness inside her.

She kissed his shoulder tenderly, her doe like eyes locking on Seema as she made soft-love to Lokesh.

Lokesh was a bit panicked for Seema was a family friend too and might spill the beans of his dalliance to his mother. He shook Laxmi to coax her to get off.

In a surprisingly athletic move she raised her leg over his head and swung over to face Seema. Unashamed -- no, proud of her breasts she displayed her body in full to the young woman. In one hand, she held Lokesh's reddened cock firmly, tamping down the possible release of its cum wastefully.

In any case, Lokesh was in a hurry to jump up to explain his situation to Seema. But with Laxmi sitting sideways in his lap he found it impossible to get up. "I can explain!" he stammered.

"What can you explain?" she asked laughingly, which was to his relief. "That she is a service engineer? Or a saleswoman who happens to be sitting on your lap?"

"No, we just ....." he said lamely.

"We were just fucking?" asked Seema, mockingly.

Laxmi fell back on the bed to watch the two friends argue. Playing with her own nipple which seemed to need some serious attention, she lay with one knee up. She pressed her thighs together as she felt lingering ripples of pleasure.

"Where did you find here?" asked Seema teasingly. That itself was a bit of a relief to Lokesh for he thought he could now manage her from here. But as he opened his mouth to say something, Seema crossed a boundary. "How much is she charging?" she asked.

Laxmi sprang up at that, eyes all fire and looking absolutely beautiful in that avatar. "If you had fucked him he wouldn't need to pay any one anything," she said.

"And how do you know I have not been fucking him," shouted Seema.

"I could feel it when I took him just now!" smiled Laxmi disarmingly. "And I can see it in you that you have not been fucked either!" It was a challenge.

"Oh, I have!" said the younger woman as she tried to bluff her way out.

"Then fuck him and show me!" said Laxmi spontaneously.

Seema went red and protested. "I am going to do nothing of the sort," she retorted.

"But you can, you know. You are beautiful," said Laxmi soothingly closing the gap between them. She stroked the girls face and said," There is nothing wrong in pleasure, you know?"

"But I can get into trouble," stammered the bewildered girl. The older woman seemed to be consuming her with her eyes.

It took Laxmi but a moment to slip her hand around the girl's bare midriff between the short t-shirt and low-slung jeans. Seema shivered at the soft touch of the work-roughened hands.

"Laxmi, leave her!" said Lokesh, ever-protective of his friend.

"For whom? For you?" asked Laxmi playfully, laughing. Seema had never seen a woman, so beautiful, so mature yet taut up so close. Those breasts... just looking at them caused her throat to dry up.

Laxmi's hand toyed with the waistband of the jeans and she thought she felt the roughness of pubic hair. She paused to look down and saw that the jeans were low slung indeed. She slid her hands down the front and encountered the damp crotch of Seema's panties. "You are wet!" she announced. "Excited, are we?" asked Laxmi.

Seema shook her head to indicate 'no' and was totally unconvincing in that. Laxmi's fingers searched within the jeans and while the younger girl tried to wriggle herself free, the older woman's obvious strength came to the fore.

Within seconds she had found the top band of the panties and her fingers were pouching Seema's obviously wet pussy. Her middle finger's invasion of the pussy was effortless and she gently pushed it in as deep as possible.

Triumphantly she asked, "No problem here with pleasure is there?"

"You cannot touch me like that," protested Seema feebly.

"You can feel me in exchange, if that's a deal," said Laxmi encouragingly, grabbing her hand and placing it on her own breast. Seema gasped in surprise and shock. But she did not withdraw her hand. In fact, she had never touched a breast other than her own and could see the difference from hers.

Laxmi's were larger and the nipples browner and more pronounced. And even as she thought of herself, Laxmi had the same thought. As Seema unthinkingly stroked the older woman's breasts and marveled at how mature and ripe they felt to her, Laxmi had worked up her t-shirt and bared the young and pert breasts of the young girl.

They were pink and more like buds, by comparison. Seema's body was in a raging fever of lust as she looked down at herself and then at Laxmi's breasts.

"When you have regular sex, you will find them larger. And then when you have babies. And then your man will suck those nipples. And then you too will become like this," explained Laxmi holding Seema's fingers to her own breasts and nipples.

Seema could not resist the voluptuous appeal of Laxmi's breasts and leaned forward to kiss them. At first, she was gentle and then she was more insistent, enjoying the long, supple feel of those nipples in her mouth.

Laxmi held her close and caressed her soft, tender back. She was just a little more than a kid, sexually, felt Laxmi, even though she too must be 18 to 20 years to be of Lokesh's class.

"You are so warm and beautiful," murmured Seema as she noisily sucked on woman's nourishing breasts.

"And you- tender and ready to be plucked," replied the house-maid. "Are you sure you have never fucked?" she asked gently.

Seema stood straight and buried her face in the crook of Laxmi's neck. "I want to but I am scared. Guys are too complicated," she said. "But yes, you see how hot and wet I feel."

And then it occurred to Laxmi that her first few bouts of pleasure with Lokesh did not involve penetration. So, Seema too could be introduced to pleasure without penetration. And what she had seen on Lokesh's computer was something she could do for the young girl, too.

Her face gently grazed and caressed Seema's as she told her, "You don't need him to experience pleasure. Lie back." A sense of command entered her voice as she said that last bit.

They moved to the bed. Seema raised her hips as she moved on to the bed and that helped Laxmi pull off her jeans. With all her experience at conventional sex, Laxmi had learned quickly from Lokesh's imagination and innovation. Gently, she nosed Seema's virginal pussy lips. Sweet smells wafted into her nostrils and she rubbed her face on her crotch.

Seema sighed contentedly. This was so free of tension, so relaxed. She felt safe and this woman in particular seemed incomparably gentle to the immature grabbing and exploring of her friends like Lokesh.

And no matter how wild Laxmi might become she could not get her pregnant.

She allowed Laxmi to spread her legs and widened them allowing as much access to Laxmi.

"Ah! Amma!' she cried out as Laxmi's tongue made progress. 'Name. What's your name?' she asked with a sense of urgency.

Laxmi was busy lapping at Seema's crotch to make way across the sparse pubic hair, wanting her lips to blossom open so she could get at her insides. She was so keen on tasting the young girl that she had no time to raise her head. She had just tasted her first man when she mouthed Lokesh. Now it was time for her first woman.

"She is Laxmi-amma," said Lokesh coming alongside them. Laxmi looked up briefly at hearing her name. She smiled at the reference to 'amma'; a term that Lokesh has used with Laxmi's name for the last several years she had been a maid in their house. The one she had cared for -- even bathed on occasion, it was only right that she helped him emerge as a man she thought.

In that instant Lokesh saw the wetness on her face like that scene in the Handmaiden. His cock was swollen and demanding attention. But the two women were engrossed and the only attention he could have was his own hand.

And as Laxmi lapped at Seema the young woman gave in to the old one's tongue, face and lips. She luxuriated in the waves of pleasure and held Laxmi's head and whimpered "Laxmi-amma, aaah!" as ripples of pleasure went through her.



It was her first experience of externally generated pleasure. Her own clumsy efforts at self-pleasure had been inadequate. And her body had seemed to freeze when petting with Lokesh. And now she seemed to have melted like warm butter into Laxmi's mouth. Under her touch she seemed willing to go everywhere.

Her hips bucked into Laxmi's face. Seeking pleasure, she fucked the woman's head mindlessly. The pleasure was intense and for almost the first time in her life she felt the vacuum between her legs and the need to be filled. She was designed to take in a man and yet ...

She looked for Lokesh and saw him alongside, masturbating furiously. She felt shy and turned her face away and closed her eyes giving in fully to the pleasure Laxmi was giving her. Lokesh leaned forward and took Seema's pinkish nipples between his lips only to be pushed away by the young girl, like so many times she had while they petted.

On cue, Laxmi's fingers entered her soppy wet pussy and Seema laughed in pleasure and joy. Laxmi had only just taken her first round of pleasure from Lokesh and her pussy was burning with desire again. She reached between her own legs and trying to masturbate as she sucked on Seema.

Lokesh sensed his chance and quickly came around to position himself behind Laxmi. His cock nosed Laxmi in all the wrong places as he vainly tried to fuck her pussy from behind. He was unable to till Laxmi reached under and guided him into her pussy.

Laxmi bawled out in pleasure with the unusual and probing angle of the doggy style fuck. Lokesh's head flailed at the intense pleasure. It seemed that his cock head and her pleasure zone were perfectly aligned in this position.

Seema did not realize what was happening. At first, she thought Laxmi had found a rhythm of fucking her with her entire head. She knew something was amiss when Laxmi's tongue and lips started missing the spots they had been hitting. From the crescendo of pleasure, she had felt, she now felt the disappointment of Laxmi missing her mark.

She opened her eyes to see what was going wrong and spotted Lokesh positioned behind Laxmi, his fingers digging into the fleshy buttocks, gripping her to fuck her. The animal-ness was appropriate to the animal position.

The intensity of pleasure was such that Laxmi gripped Seema's thighs for support and placing her head on Seema's stomach sobbed in pleasure.

Seema was as desperate over her lack of pleasure as Laxmi was desperate in pleasure. "Don't stop!" she pleaded. "Suck me! Suck me! You cannot do this. You started this now don't leave me high and dry," cried out Seema thrusting her hips upward in vain.

Finally, she raised her buttocks and propped her body up and holding Laxmi's head with one hand pressed mouth to pussy as best as she could. She rubbed herself hard against Laxmi's face smearing her quite completely with her juices.

'Suck me! Laxm-amma, don't pause! Don't stop! suck me! suck me!' she sobbed. She wanted Laxmi's full attention.

"Wait, wait, wait!" babbled the older woman as she made an attempt at sorting the needs. Her supposed experience fell short in this wild pleasure battle that had just broken out. She had never been here before; taken like this. And most of all never wanted to give and take so much at the same time.

She tried to reposition herself to best pleasure the girl as well as herself. But Lokesh could not take one miss in his beat and pounded her into the mattress the moment Seema let go of her.

A few deep thrusts later he was willing to give pause. Laxmi urgently took advantage of the lull in the storm and placed her mouth on Seema's pussy. She anchored the buttocks firmly in her hands. Sucking hard she briefly slapped her own buttock with one hand to egg Lokesh on, again.

And then they were in rhythm and in unison. Sucking and fucking as one single pleasure-beast . Lokesh's fucking thrust Laxmi onto Seema's pussy. And the grip of her hands and placement of her face made sure that the nose and chin fucked Seema's pussy properly.



It was Seema's first and most intense orgasm at the hands of another -- man or woman. Her moans rose to a crescendo and she thrust into Laxmi's face repeatedly falling back on the bed with thumps.

The sight of the writhing girl, thrashing around caused Lokesh to go over the edge. Laxmi felt the tell-tale signs of his swelling deep in her womb. She wanted to be face to face with him and have him deep in her, filling and drenching her with his seed.

She pin-pointed her tongue to thrash Seema to a full finish. The girl was now hollering at the top of her voice, screaming profanities. "Fuck me with your tongue, you whoring bitch!" she wrenched out her lungs at the height of her pleasure.

"Oh, I want you too you rutting animal, you!" she snarled at Lokesh as she felt her womb contract in a convulsion and then swell and explode again.

"She is not going to end tonight," thought Laxmi trying to hold her down and provide her something to beat against. "And he is not going to last. I need him deep."

She pushed herself up causing Lokesh to slip out and Seema to wildly grab at arms and legs of her college-friend and lover-maid. Laxmi sank back between Seema's thighs and wiggled herself to press as far back on the soppy wet thatch behind her. She was sure Lokesh's thrusts would be animal enough to rub her back onto the pussy behind.

Lokesh was desperate to get his 'about-to-explode' cock back into the nest where it belonged all along.

"Yes, come back in quickly. I need you deep in my womb," hissed Laxmi at Lokesh in orgasmic urgency.

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Yes, come back in quickly. I need you deep in my womb," hissed Laxmi at Lokesh in orgasmic urgency.


Lokesh's eyes were on Seema's sexy body, glistening as it was with the exertion of her orgasm. Eyes on Seema and mind on Laxmi Lokesh thrust forward with the eagerness of a novice. His cock sank into Laxmi's gaping wide and wet pussy.

Seema watched in lust as she saw the large monster slide effortlessly into the sexy older woman's bubbling snatch. And she watched again and again as the cock emerged only to plunge back in. The broad manhood was smeared in a mix of fluids, some whitish, some glistening.

Seema's throat choked with desire. Warnings be damned she wanted to feel the same wild pleasure that was causing Laxmi-amma to now grip Seema's arms to present Lokesh a stable target. "Me next, me next, me next!" she panted, quite amazed at her own immediate need for more on the back of such a deep-womb release inside her that had barely abated.

Laxmi raised one leg wide apart and wrapped it around Lokesh's back to hold him deep inside her, waiting for the moment of explosion.



Seema reached out for the woman who they said was a grandmother -- so hard to believe! She gripped Laxmi's large breasts and ripe nipples, kneading them hard and pulling and tugging.

"Oh Seema, I want you on my breasts. I want him in my womb. I need you both everywhere," she sighed as she kissed a part of Seema's hand that was within her reach.

Watching the young girl and the older woman- maid, grandmother -- however you described this sex goddess -- make love to each other was exciting. And they were hungry for him, too! -- and Lokesh shot one big, deep load inside his woman's womb.

Then he pulled back and Seema had a ringside view of that rearing, spewing, reddened cock as it lunged back in. "Oh my god!" gasped Seema. Her insides were now burning with desire.

"Laxmamma!" he wailed. It was his first full release into her. In many ways, this was his true loss of virginity. He pulled back and hammered in, his foreskin pulled back in full and cockhead at its utmost. Deep in her womb he shot another load and then pulled back and more.

"I want it too, I want it. Keep some for me," whimpered Seema, trembling under Laxmi. Laxmi allowed her body to rub back on Seema transmitting the friction of bodies.

Laxmi was wracked with pleasure and filled with satisfaction with the flood of Lokesh's semen inside her. She gripped him hard and the boy fell forward on his teacher, the maid. Seema thrust as best as she could to take what little pleasure was available for her burning pussy, as boy and woman start to kiss each other in a million kisses covering each other's face.

Seema watched Laxmi as she expertly brought both legs around Lokesh's back and beat a tattoo on the small of his back, extracting every little driblet that he had to offer. The shivers and shaking of both bodies was well felt by her.

"Can I?" she asked Laxmi, the chief orchestrator. "I need him, too!"

Laxmi laughed, her impishness back as her desire receded to manageable levels. "give him time, she murmured, rubbing her face against the girl's arm and holding Seema's other hand to her breast to make her pinch and squeeze. The girl was too careful and she needed as many hands on her, in as many places.

Both boy and girl kissed and caressed the woman who was showing them the path to pleasure, almost in an act of gratitude. And soon they fell asleep in that heap of spent pleasure.



He slept longer than either of them. For Laxmi, it was a relaxed day compared to her usual routine as a maid. Till she rearranged her engagements to suit Jayashree madam's request for special timings, her day rarely -if ever- included a relaxed moment.

Compared to that, the long gaps between pieces of work, the wonderful, mind-boggling sex and then the luxury of naps between bouts of sucking and fucking was much more relaxing and easy.

Also, the cleaning up after feeding the young master was a thebangutic reverie: she had imagined everything that happened between them and the work just melted away.

But she had never made love to a woman before. Lokesh's friend Seema, another 18-year old like him had dropped in while she was fucking him. the demand from o give Seema pleasure without penetration fell to her. You could call Laxmi a lesbian by accident; but oh! what a fabulous accident.

And now they lay, in a crisscross of bodies. The three of them sprawled over each other were different combinations. Laxmi and Seema: lovers. Laxmi and Lokesh: also lovers. But Seema and Lokesh: intended lovers?

Seema certainly wanted to be fucked. At first, she was completely hesitant -- she was clinging on to her notion that guys spelt trouble of all kinds.

And then Laxmamma had lain back between Seema's legs and she had a vantage point view of Lokesh's cock plunging into Laxmiamma's willing hungry pussy. And she realized that no matter how well tongued she had been the real thing was to be fucked by a man, as well.

She had experienced the expertise of a woman. she wanted to experience the lust of her friend.

Before they fell asleep Seema had pleaded with Laxmi to let her fuck Lokesh -- or ask Lokesh to fuck her. And Laxmi had advised that Lokesh needed rest to fuck again, after having cum so many times in that one afternoon.

Of the three, Laxmi awoke sooner than the other two for she had excellent stamina of a working woman. Then Seema awoke for she was not as exhausted as Lokesh. She had just had one lesbian experience with Laxmi-amma and no more.

It was past sundown in the evening. The fuck-fest which had started for Laxmi at around 3 in the afternoon was still going strong.

"Wake him. I need it," said Seema to Laxmi, unsure and unwilling to deal with Lokesh directly.

'need what?" asked Laxmi innocently, shaking off the haze and disorientation of having slept at an odd hour and the other unusual events of the day.

"Need his.....," and Seema's mind wandered off to the slick glistening member that she had seen sliding in and out of Laxmi-amma. She also remembered Laxmi's full-throated advertisement for Lokesh's ability to give pleasure.

Now she wanted, and she wanted it bad!

"I need to be fucked!" said Seema, finding it more comfortable to say this than to say she wanted Lokesh's cock. "I need pleasure."

"You have to wait, remember?" said Laxmi.

"But I cannot wait a moment more for my pleasure!" purred Seema, stretching out like a pussy cat that needs stroking.

Laxmi remembered the taste of her sweet young pussy and wondered if there was some pleasure to be had if she gave some, too.

She turned towards Seema and cupped one breast... small, pert and yet to grow to a woman's fullness. She stroked her way down and rubbed her between the legs. Involuntarily the legs parted and ever so gently Laxmi rubbed harder with each successive stroke.

Then with a natural expertise which belied the fact that she had never been with a woman before, she spread her fingers. Having become harder in her strokes, she broadened the scope of her fingers. A few strokes later she started to increase the depth of her stroking, gently spreading apart Seema's virgin pussy.

She was the first person to kiss her down there. She had been the first person to give her any pleasure which was not self-generated. And now she was about to be the first to plunge fingers into her wet bubbling pussy.

"I will give you the pleasure you seek," she whispered, nuzzling Seema's face and bringing her mouth to her nipples as her fingers plunged back and forth.

At first Seema gave herself up to that pleasure spontaneously.

And then suddenly she slapped away the older woman's hand. "You got a full cock in you. And you want me to make do with your fingers?" she said accusingly.

"No dear! He is just sleeping," replied Laxmi absent-mindedly bringing her fingers wet with Seema's juices to her lips and admiring the sweet aromas. She looked over her shoulder at the supine form.

"Wake him now," said Seema Ordering Laxmi amma about came naturally to her. After all the woman was a maid. And equally, Laxmiamma's response was that of a typical maid to the members of any household.

Just to the stuff that you are asked to. Especially the next generation had a tendency to complain to their parents if their bidding was not done.

So almost reflexively, Laxmi's response to Seema's command was positive.

"Let's see," she said and turned her back to Seema and started to kiss Lokesh's chest. Seema moved close, pressing her breasts into Laxmi's back to look over her shoulder at the unfolding action. The warmth and closeness felt good. She watched Laxmamma expertly work his body. Soon the cascade of her loose hair covered the most operative part of what was happening.

Laxmi's head was over Lokesh's crotch and her long hair covered what was happening beneath. Seema quickly reached over and lifted the curtain of hair. Laxmi was using her lips to gently nibble on the sleeping cock. Seema watched in fascination at the sucking, the kisses and tugs on a part of the body she thought was meant only to drive into a woman.

Here this woman seemed to be making a snack of the male cock. The human mind is a wonderful thing. Even though he was asleep Lokesh's body started to respond. The cock unfurled, swelled, enlarged and with continuous kissing and mouthing it came to its full expression.

Once it was erect, Laxmi worked her lips up the pillar of the cock and then her mouth swiveled on to the cockhead. Then she pulled the cock to one side and letting the head out with a plop, went back down the pillar. And up again. And the claiming of the head -- this time it made Lokesh jerk awake. Again, she tugged the cock to the other side with her mouth. When she let it out it sprang to its natural position, angled up towards his stomach.

As it bounced during the release a spatter of pre-cum flew and landed on Laxmi. She made a mental note that a long bath was needed considering all the spots on her that had fluids of both these young lovers of hers.

When she moved up to the head again -- she found competition from Seema. The young girl had joined Laxmi in tasting Lokesh. When Laxmi's lips kissed their way down the pillar, Seema (holding her breath for she was unused to the tastes and smell) and claimed the cock.

Copying Laxmi, her head bobbed on the cock, her little mouth stretched painfully wide to accommodate the cock. How was Laxmi able to swallow his cock so easily and then, so much of it. And then Laxmi murmured that it was her turn. The way she took in the cock was deft. Only the head and just a swirl and out: a gourmet's tasting.

Seema's gobbling was that of a gourmand, wanting it all and wanting it whole. After a few times, she had warmed to the task completely. She started fucking his cock with her mouth, unmindful of the original goal of just waking up her target. Because her mouth could not take all of it in (or perhaps she lacked the expertise of Laxmi) her action was focused around the head and a little lower but not much more.

Unknown to the inexperienced girl from an orgasmic perspective this was where all the action was. There was a lot of pleasure and joy to be had from the lips and mouth covering the entire cock -- but not making him cum. Since Seema's mouth was acting on such sensitive parts, Lokesh's reaction to her was closer to what Seema was looking for.

He joined the rhythm and started to fuck her back gently in her mouth. The inability to close her mouth had caused saliva to pool and this now flowed down his cock. The lubrication made the wet, warm affair of cock-throating more luxurious. Laxmi watched in fascination as her second novice of the day seemed to be headed for a graduation of sort. The girl was really a natural at mouthing off a cock.

Laxmi found herself regretting that she could not be the recipient of that kind of man-pleasure from Seema; nor could she take Seema like a man could. Or the way this boy-turned-man was about to take. Being pleasure while impaling a woman had to be as much fun as being impaled!

But a groan and Lokesh reaching out for Seema's head brought her out of the spell.

She stopped the young girl. "Hey stop now! You wanted to fuck him, didn't you?"

Seema still remained with her face prone over the jerking and pulsating cock. She turned her head towards Laxmi, causing the warm penis to slap against her cheek. It felt good and she rubbed her face on it fondly.

"So?" she asked Laxmi, her mouth streaked with Lokesh's fluids. 'Salty' she thought to herself of the taste of her friend.

"So, if you mouth him anymore, he will spurt into your mouth. Then you will have to wait for him to rest and revive before he can fill you. Are you willing to wait with a wet pussy till then? We do have all night ahead of us," she joked. Her hand caressed and snaked its way to the lair between Seema's leg. Oh god, she was wet and flowing!

"Oh yes!" exulted the girl, her hips moving to Laxmi's touch. She was once again grateful for the presence and guidance of this experienced woman on her first sojourn with a guy. If Laxmi interpreted the hip movement as a desire for her, she was mistaken. "I want to fuck," said the virgin simply. This amazed Lokesh as he was now properly awake. This was the same girl who made a big scene of any of his attempts to pet her beyond some imaginary line.

Seema lay back, her legs spread wide and up. "Come on!" she shouted to Lokesh, much louder than needed for that room. It was her excitement.

Laxmi looked longingly at his massively erect cock and felt a dryness in her throat. But it was not her turn. It was Seema's.

It was just Lokesh's second fuck ever and Laxmi saw the awkwardness. And while Seema lust-crazed in her drive she was no better than Lokesh in the matter of comfort.

Laxmi sat next to the couple, legs folded under her. She reached between the two aching bodies and caught Lokesh's eagerly prodding cock gently between her thumb and forefinger. With her other hand, she pulled at one thigh of Seema to increase the space for Lokesh to position himself.

It was then that the enormity of the moment hit Seema. With the penis at the mouth of her pussy, she tensed and clutched at Laxmi's arm. "Laxmiamma", she gasped.

Laxmi held the young girls head to her breast and placing one hand on Lokesh's small of back encouraged him to push forward and in. The warmth of her bosom comforted the startled young girl. Again, when Lokesh seemed to be misdirected she held the cock at the entrance to the lair.

Both the boy and girl trembled but were encouraged by the woman to take the plunge.

"Laxmamma! It will hurt" stammered the hitherto eager girl.

"No, my love," cooed Laxmi. "I am here. Don't worry."

"I am scared," whimpered Seema, her eyes flitting from Laxmi's comforting, glittering eyes to Lokesh's lunging impatient cock.

"Easy, boy!" murmured Laxmi to Lokesh. He looked sideways at her and gave her a nervous smile. Somehow fucking Laxmiamma had seemed easy and natural compared to taking Seema. Despite Laxmi's guidance he seemed up against an impenetrable fortress with no soft and welcoming refuge for a visiting king. It rather felt like designed to resist invasion.

"Mmm, push!" urged Laxmi, excitement soaring within her. she would have loved for Seema to fondle a breast but the girl's hands were made into fists and resting on Lokesh's shoulder, gently adding to the resistance. Laxmi noted that she was not cupping the shoulder to hold invitingly.

If that was the signal from the hands she could well imagine the channel below. She looked down between her own legs and noted the lips swollen and parted despite her legs being together in that sitting position.

She now slid her hand between the bodies to check what was happening between these two kids, for though they were old enough to be in college, Lokesh had grown up in front of her eyes and would always count as a child for her.

She toggled the cock to make sure it was aimed right. Then she felt around for Seema's pussy and found her clenched tight. She leaned close to Seema's ear and whispered, "Relax!" Even if she wanted to it seemed she couldn't. Laxmi stretched alongside the struggling couple so that she could keep talking to Seema.

She looked up at Lokesh's tense perspiring face and give him a reassuring flutter of her eyelids. Looking down at Seema she repeated her instruction, "Relax!" This time her word was accompanied by the gentle stroking of Laxmi's hands on the inside of her thigh.

As Laxmi's fingers pressed deeper, Seema gasped at the electric sensations that ran in her body from the woman's touch. Her pussy gave a little. Again, Laxmi toggled Lokesh's cock like a paint brush on those lips.

"You want him, don't you?" she asked, one finger making headway like a recce for the largeness waiting to follow. The wetness was within, hot bubbling and inviting but not at the entrance where it was much needed. Laxmi added her saliva to her fingers and slathered it on Seema's pussy gates.

"Push!" she cried out to Lokesh, sure that she would roll him over and mount him with urgent desire for the provocation she felt.

Lokesh made a little headway and then was stuck again. Seema cried out more from alarm than from any actual pain.

"Again! Again!" she whispered to Lokesh, hoarse and thick with her own desire. By now Seema's head was cradled in her arms. The young girl clutched at Laxmi - torn between her tension and her desire.

Lokesh thrust his hips and reached the exact same situation as before.

"Ok, hold there!" instructed Laxmi. She kissed Seema, her tongue probing in deep and her hand took the cock between fingers and rubbed it within those gates as best as she could. The painting of precum had moved a wee bit forward. The new line of resistance was now lubricated.

She removed her mouth off Seema's just enough to say "again' to Lokesh. and then on the spur of the moment, with a wet, cock-like tongue she slid her tongue in and out of Seema's mouth to mimic fucking.

That the inside of her mouth could be so erotic was unknown to Seema. She shivered and forgot all about the monster waiting to invade her. Lokesh thrust forward on cue. He made headway and Seema squealed in protest. Luckily for her, Lokesh was stuck again. The channel spasmed to clutch and Seema tensed at the forced parting of her pussy. She felt full! (Though she wasn't.) She looked down and saw that a good bit of his cock was NOT within her.

And she thought of how it sank till its base into Laxmi amma's pussy, vanishing completely. She closed her eyes and shuddered. Laxmi grabbed her and invaded her with her tongue again. This time Seema wanted to fuck her back with her tongue. The erotic sliding of sensitive tongues against one another made both women shiver. For a moment, Seema forgot all about why she had felt the need for a man as she enjoyed fully the experience of a woman, warm, supple, understanding, comforting, erotic, pleasurable, satisfying....

And Lokesh thrust again as his own patience gave way to the need for this cock to be stroked. Laxmi used the back of her hand to indicate that he should pull out. And quickly her hand on his taut ass pressed forward. She was glad for the signaling she had previously used with him. It came in handy now.

She needed her hand on Seema's face so she quickly leveled her hand with Lokesh's eyes and indicted with a small gap between her fingers that the fucking had to be shallow. Her student proved adept as she felt the boy prod and retreat, again and again. She now occupied herself fully with Seema. Still couching her in one arm, she used the free hand to hold her face away from Lokesh above her to herself on the side and continued the tongue duel.

It was heavenly. Seema imagined whether Laxmi was this wet and hot in her pussy right now. Laxmi just gave into the luxurious feel and pleasure wondering about all the women she had in her circle and left unattended or unused or unloved: whichever.

And then 'pop'! gradually sinking in deeper, the cock reached where the pussy opened out to the womb and he was in, fully! His cockhead bulged and filled the space. Seema felt a sharp pain and cried into Laxmi's mouth, eyes widening. Laxmi knew her lover-girl had been taken in full. And Lokesh pressed in fully but he was large for her. Seema had tears in her eyes and Laxmi quickly pressed Lokesh's ass with her palm to make sure he stayed still for a bit.

"Do not fuck in and out!" she said in a voice filled with urgency and concern. Seema nodded in agreement, tears rolling and body shivering. But as he stayed deep and embedded, the vibrations from his cock seemed to transmit to her pussy and vibrations began in the walls that had put up that stiff resistance.

Soon her body was humming and she smiled from behind her tears. It was -- divinely beautiful to be filled so by a man. She looked down at the length which could not make its way in and looked up at Lokesh with admiration. She was glad her first fuck was with a man so strong and large! She was glad that she had Laxmamma to overcome her own self in this quest -- for in that instant she knew the biggest barrier to her own pleasure had been she herself.

Suddenly that comforting arm of Laxmi's felt like an uncomfortable wedge under her neck and back. Suddenly the mistress of guidance and pleasure thus far was an intrusion. Suddenly: why was Lokesh not fucking?

She pushed Laxmi away and locked her arms around his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulling back a bit, thrust up.

Lokesh gasped in surprise and pleasure. Time for him to capitalize on all the gymming. He propped himself up like he did during push-ups and lifted the small-built girl off the bed. Not by much but her pert ass was not on the mattress for that moment.

And he fucked, his hips alone moving into her lair and the cock sank in and Seema fell back on the mattress, screaming, "Oh, fuck!" all the emphasis on the 'k' so it sound like "fuckkkkkkkkkk".

This was the much-advertised golden moment! And yes, thanks to Laxmamma it did feel golden after that initial panic attack.

Lokesh lifted his strong hips and clinging on to him, little Seema was airborne again. And again, he thrust in, fucking her hard and deep.

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"Ah!" screamed Seema, pleasure tinged with the pain of deep invasion. IT was as if he was prizing her open to take his full dimensions. Laxmi lay back, propped on pillows watching the display of young lust- a boy and a girl discovering themselves and learning about pleasure the good, old-fashioned way.

Nothing old-fashioned for her in the way she pleasured herself watching these two. The woman who had never really pleasured herself had was stroking herself. With each thrusting fuck of Lokesh her fingers reached deeper. And when she watched Seema clutching on to him, she found herself finger fucking harder.

Her pussy was soaking wet and she was as much in need of the fuck as Seema was busy taking, perhaps more so.

The widening of the pussy, the pounding in her womb, the relentless cockhead and Lokesh's staying borne of his numerous cums earlier caused Seema to explode. Surprisingly the name she screamed out was Laxmi's and not Lokesh's.

"Laxmamma," she wailed as she felt a full-blooded orgasm from her awakened insides. Walls clutched at the marauding cock. And thankfully for her, that little nub she used to stroke in masturbation seemed to be reamed by the monster coming in and going out. She melted and grabbed Laxmi's hand painfully hard as her first orgasm ripped through her body.

Her body relaxed and fell back as pleasure coursed through her. Lokesh's pounding was unrelenting, unmindful of her deep release. And as she relaxed he went in deeper, seeming to touch the back and limit of her insides. She winced but did not resist.

She had given herself up to pleasure like she should have long ago. She turned to look at Laxmi and smiled. The older woman touched her cheek, gently. The mild, sticky dampness Seema felt on her cheek was from Laxmi's furious, incomplete masturbation.

And then Seema gasped in shock. Deep in her body a new quake arose and another orgasm shattered her -- this time from the walls of the pussy, she clearly felt it.

"Fuck me! You bastard! You stud! You fucker!" she howled out to Lokesh. "This is what you hungered for all these months, right?" She held him and fucked up back as if to tame him. But he was not going to be tamed that easily.

He groaned and nodded a yes. But it was a lie. The petting and touching of the previous months were pale in comparison to the luxurious fuck that Laxmiamma was; or the raw fuck that Seema was for him.

He gritted his teeth, concentrating hard now on cumming, glancing at Laxmamma occasionally.

Wracked by one orgasm after another, Seema was now little more than a rag in a storm. She flailed and held on for dear life as Lokesh fucked her like an animal. His orgasm was elusive but his cock was insistent. Sweat poured off him and trickled on to the young woman's body which was slick with her own sweat.

But she held on, clinging like a monkey might to its mother.

And Laxmi instinctively knew what to do. Loading her fingers with her saliva her hand cupped his ass. Her middle finger sank between the buttocks aided by lubrication. As she touched the sensitive inner areas and threatened to invade him, he convulsed and exploded.

He pounded maniacally into the former virgin who had completely given herself over to this fuck-storm. And he screamed out a name. Not Seema, who he was fucking. But Laxmamma who he was desiring.

"Laxmamma!" he babbled over and over again. Combined with a loud "ah!" her name became 'Laxmammaaaaaaaaah'.

"Yes, my dears" said Laxmamma soothingly. And Lokesh surprised her by pushing her on her back. He withdrew fully from Seema and that girl fell back limply on to the bed, drained by multiple orgasms and an animal pounding which was fantastic pleasure. Brilliant as it was she could take no more. But Seema felt pure jealousy for what Lokesh did next.

Holding his cock prone he plunged into Laxmiamma's rich, wet pussy. He laughed and gasped with great pleasure. Seema watched in fascination as her friend became less-frenzied and more forceful with Laxmamma. The way he pounded her was demanding and asking. And Laxmamma seemed to be rhythmic.

They were poetry together and Seema watched with fascination and jealousy as Lokesh smoothly lost his cum, his seed, his sperm deep in that woman who was supposedly a grandmother.

A million kisses on the older woman's face followed as Lokesh kept cumming. The gentle wings of a butterfly on Lokesh's ass as Laxmi tapped out every drop that he had to give was not lost on Seema. She was learning so much from this beautiful woman!

And there and then awakened inside Seema a desire more powerful than the desire for orgasm. She knew she wanted to be a warm, seductive, temptress like Laxmi. The pleasure Laxmi took seemed no less than the pleasure she took for herself.

But the pleasure Laxmi gave is what the man seemed to want and the way he wanted was vastly different. Laxmi had loved her: pleasure, comfort, maternal soothing -- everything. Laxmi had loved him -- teaching, guiding and giving pleasure and teaching Lokesh how it felt when a woman took pleasure from you.

Seema knew that instant that she wanted to be all that woman. She moved close to Laxmamma and cuddled up even as the two were in the throes of their orgasms.

She felt beautiful, she felt woman and knew she was going to train herself to be a gourmet. Someone to be wanted beyond orgasm and pleasure; and someone who took more than pleasure and orgasms.

Laxmiamma, the maid, was such a great teacher!

Laxmi did not know that. Not yet. But soon she would for something was about to happen.



The three of them fucked all night. Sometimes it was all of them. Sometimes just two of them. But in almost all combinations Laxmi, the maid, the teacher was present. That explained how she found herself alone, asleep and the house empty. Both Seema and Lokesh left in time for their college classes.

Both of them were grateful to Laxmiamma for the all the love, the pleasure, the education and the care she had shown. It was in that sense that they felt she should be left alone. Lokesh and Seema did not share notes with each other about the one-on-one time they later had with Laxmiamma. But they kind of knew.

There were occasions when Lokesh awoke and wanted Laxmiamma's undivided attention. At other times, it was Seema who wanted that. And at least once during the night there was a merry-go-round of sucking and fucking as a trio.

It explained Laxmi's exhaustion that she woke up so late; normally she was an early riser. But she had been drained from the afternoon before through the night. If she was not sucking, she was fucking or being fucked. She had been filled by Lokesh several times. And then Seema had wanted to learn how to suck as well as return that favor.

Orgasms were both exhilarating and draining. She was on a high when she awoke; but that was only after being well-rested. It was after both Lokesh and Seema left that she got a few hours of uninterrupted sleep during which she was lost to the world

As she lay on the bed, her first realization was that her body was bare. She had absolutely no clothes on. Then the memory of where she was and all that happened. Then the realization that she was late for all the other houses that she was to have reached by this time.

She got up with a start. She found her clothes all over the house. The kitchen, the hall and in the bedroom under the bed she found her bra, blouse, petticoat and saree. She dashed out of the house. As she left she noticed a man approaching. It became apparent that he was going to Jayashree madam's house. And that man seemed to know she had just come out of that house: both turned and looked at each other.

In all the years of work there, Laxmi did not particularly remember having seen him visit. But he did have a key to let himself in so he had to be someone known to the family.

She reached the houses where she had to work hopelessly late to face angry housewives. Each of them said the same thing to her: "Because we agreed to adjust our schedules because you had to go that other lady's house you are taking us for granted!"

She managed the day with some effort not just because of the timings but also because she kept remembering the wild times. After some time, there was a constant ache inside her for more of that passion. She had strong urges and carving for lust in her loins all day long.

She hastened back to Jayashree auntie's house promising to make up for shortfalls in work the next day.

And thus, a couple of days went by. Food, which to Lokesh's mother had been the principal reason for asking to Laxmi to be around became secondary to the boy himself. In fact, he had started to buy food on his way home so that Laxmi had little else to do than teach him how to pleasure a woman and to be pleasured himself.

The elevation of the maid to the status of worshipped teacher was quick. And worship her, he did.

It must have been the third day or the fourth when the man she had bumped into previously showed up at the door of the apartment. She may have been better able to remember after how many encounters with the two youngsters. But that too was a muddle of memories and events. She was surprised when the doorbell rang for it was much before the time for Lokesh to return.

She recognized him instantly as the person she had seen before. He, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly whom to find here. He walked in authoritatively, past Laxmi and marched to the middle of the hall, announcing that he was in fact Jayashree madam's cousin brother.

"She had asked me to check on Lokesh every now and then," he said and then turned to face Laxmi.

All of this was true. His name was Nagaraj and he had in fact visited the family on several occasions.

It was then that Laxmi could put some context to the face. "Yes sir! I know you. I have seen you on family occasions," she said, smiling. "But Lokesh is not here yet. It will take a couple of hours. Lunch will be ready in another half an hour if you wish to have some," she said, extending courtesies normal for extended family members.

"Yes, yes, I know all that," he said, waving it all off. "I like the way you are taking care of things. And I want you to render the same services to me, as well," he said.

"Well, it is a very packed schedule, but what kind of housework do you need done?" asked Laxmi. It was normal for families to network and find domestic help which was so hard to get in the cities nowadays.

"I think you can easily find time. And I am willing to pay handsomely, but not for the housework," said the man guardedly.

"Yejamaanre (my lord / sir) I know only housework," said Laxmi, her face quite blank and uncomprehending. "it is about all the special things you do for Lokesh," said Nagaraj.

"Well, normally I do not take up cooking assignments but I am doing this only for Jayashree madam in the circumstances," said Laxmi. She sensed that the thrust of the point that Nagaraj was making was elsewhere. But she preferred to let him take the long route rather than make anything a simple giveaway.

"You know very well which service I mean," he said and instantly knew he had hit the target when she turned deep scarlet, which for her color also meant a deeper tinge of brown. "not the one that Jayashree madam organized for him." He completed, leaving her in no doubt.

"I am willing to pay handsomely for it," he said pulling a wad of notes to tempt Laxmi.

Laxmi's temper flared up. It was an attempt to cover her tracks with a show of anger. But she also knew that he had spotted her doing something which he not to have seen.

And that was true. The other day when Nagaraj saw Laxmi leaving late in the morning he had at first thought that she was just finishing up on her chores. But the moment he entered the house, he could smell the aroma of sex.

Laxmi had woken up late and had no time to smoothen things out as she was a rush to make it to the other houses. She also expected to be back before the young man Lokesh returned from college and so time was on her side for tidying up.

Crumpled sheets, stained with all manners of fluids of sexual release, the odors of semen and cum having dried within that shut space -- all of them indicated that something was different. The clincher was the panties that Seema had been unable to trace at all.

In the heat of the moment when Laxmi peeled off the young woman's undergarment and flung it fell in a narrow space between the mattress and the footboard of the bed. Nagaraj spotted it. Its twisted, rolled up state caused him to imagine these being peeled off a woman -- in his mind Laxmi. That such an expensive one might not be worn by a working-class woman did not cross his mind, ill-equipped as a man is on such matters.

He had laid out a plan to catch the woman red-handed if she was engaged in some sort of activity designed to entrap his nephew. Sex, yes, for sure: but what was she docking him for? He needed to find out. After all his sister had given him some responsibility to keep an eye on Lokesh.

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He found a well-located cigarette stall at the time he knew Lokesh was expected to return from college. Aware that Laxmi had been retained to prepare lunch for the young man, he gave it enough time for them to get started with whatever it was they were indulging in. He then slipped into the apartment using his key.


The first thing he noticed was the air of wild abandon in the house. Lokesh's things were strewn at will in an otherwise neat space. And a trail of clothes -- his and hers -- led him to the room where wild fucking was in progress.

Even without that visual cue, a person could have found the way by the sounds and smells.

What threw him off completely was her body, beautifully sculpted by years of exercise through the kind of work she did. What made him forget his original plan was the way that body was on display. She was on top of his nephew, impaled on his cock, bouncing up and down with not a care for the young man's needs.

He could not have known it but Laxmi was focused on herself because she had spent the first round of sexual energy tonguing and sucking his ever-erect cock. It seemed to her that he had not lost a moment of erection in days now. He lay back and let her kiss him in the deepest recesses between his legs and up the pillar of his cock and twirl the head in that marvelous way she did... and on, and on and on.

Till she wanted some in return. Then too, he lay back and let her take -- not doing too much other than taking his pleasure in whatever form she gave it. It was at this point that Laxmi decided to focus on her own bodily needs. It during this bout of feverish fucking and moaning and screaming that nag raj chanced upon them. She was on top, touching and caressing her own nipples and quite simply just using him under her.

'They are a mismatched coupled," he had thought while reflecting on what was happening in this instance, sitting at the cigarette stall.

And yet when he actually saw them together, Laxmi's fabulous body, very pretty face and bubbling warmth seemed to match the sexual needs of the young man with surging hormones. She really is pretty; uncommon in the working class. His own nephew's good looks were only to be expected. Such thoughts all evaporated.

All could see was a fabulous woman who, if she was fucking his nephew, could also satiate his pent-up needs.

"you think I am doing this for money?" she burst out in only partially feigned rage. "I brought him over the years and now he is a man and he has needs. I just..." she waved her hands to show that she merely done what was logical.

"look I don't know!" argued Nagaraj, unwilling to be put off. "you cannot do it for affection for you hardly know me. You won't do it for money. Maybe you will do it for the pleasure of it?" he reasoned.

He distinctly remembered what looked like a very selfish bout of sex. If she was into her own pleasure, then maybe this angle would work.

And then he took the biggest chance with her. it was something he had never ever done before but with Laxmi he sensed that it was a make or break moment. Laxmi had her back to him and he thought this was the right time to share his problem with her.

When Laxmi turned around, she gasped in shock at the dark, large, brooding member hanging between his legs. It seemed to be steadily swelling, set free from the constraints of his clothing.

"You..." she started to say something but was at a total loss for words. She had been with men that were rough and coarse in their manner. Some were no doubt well endowed. So, she had been fucked in many different ways and in different circumstances. However, this was altogether a different matter. Nagaraj seemed to be very, very large, indeed.

He read her mind. On cue he told her, "That's my problem." No one has ever been able to take care of my needs and I have only depended on myself." He felt embarrassed and his eyes dropped to the floor.

His sex life had lasted just a few years in the early years of his marriage. Like many Indians of his generation much of the pleasure aspects were in any case given minimal importance. In his case, the moment his wife became assertive in the relationship she declared that she old not handle his demands.

He was not particularly demanding; but the size was not easy to handle for a woman like his wife for she was unfamiliar with matters of intimacy.

Life readjusted to a different meter and Nagaraj masturbated as often as he needed to. It was just of late that he felt the need to indulge himself more fully while he still could. He was a lot older, just getting to 70. Of late, he saw greater permissiveness around him and lots of people enjoying themselves like he never had.

Laxmi's reaction was a mixture of awe and impish mischievousness.

"but you are bold," she said, laughingly.

"I don't have a choice. It's more like desperation. But after I saw you the other day I felt you were the only person to whom I could say this. And ask for this," he said.

"And you think I would do this for pleasure?" she said, nodding at his bobbing cock.

"Well you said you wouldn't for money! And then that Lokesh was different. So, what's left?" asked Nagaraj, exasperated.

"Money is always welcome but I don't want to do it for that because that makes me a whore. So, you can just give me the money, kind of anyway. Affection requires time. And as for pleasure -- well, we can always find out," said Laxmi with a sparkle in her eye.

She gently, ever so gently, lifted him in her palm, just about assessing, measuring, weighing and judging what he was about. He jerked and bobbed and gasped. From what she could sense just a very deprived, older man. Perhaps closer to seventy. And the knot in her stomach said that she wanted to find out if size mattered.

Lokesh's cultured ways mattered. He was a sensitive and inventive lover. He continuously tried things which she had never experienced and was always looking to see it gave her pleasure. She had no way of knowing how a virgin could be like that. The truth of the matter was that Lokesh had seen so many sensuous and erotic scenes in movies of all sorts that not only had he many things to try out, but he also kept checking if Laxmi's reaction was as shown in those movies.

Sometimes it was as expected, for instance when he took her from behind. Sometimes it exceeded expectations especially when he sucked her to violent orgasms. And at other times, it felt short, notably she had mouthed him beautifully but never really made him cum or swallowed it the way he had seen it in movies.

Perhaps the uncle was similarly cultured but based on the case he made out, the action he pleased for, he was unlikely to be experienced or imaginative. But this cock, impressive in its size for unparalleled. She had never had anyone so large. The slick and immediate wetness between her legs was in anticipation of a mega-fuck and similarly sized orgasm.

"What do you want to do?" she asked, gently stroking him back and forth, but not in her grip. Her hand was small. She herself was small-ish in front of his large frame. She merely continued to stroke the base of his cock without constraining him so that it leaped, jerked and bobbed on its own, with precum leaking now at the excitement of being touched by a woman.

He could not remember when it had ever happened.

"I just want you to take charge of me," he mumbled in heated passion.

"That's twice in a row," thought the maid. And each was at the other end of the age spectrum. One turned just 19 and stepping into manhood. And the other staring at matters of old age -- though the hardness belied that. Not the size -- the hardness. That he had a large cock was one thing and that it was able to achieve such a full erection was quite another matter.

Laxmi knew because of certain other older men who had tried their luck with her. many had desire in the mind to fuck her but were not able to bodily take her. even when she had allowed it, it had not always worked. So yes, Nagaraj was impressive in his willingness and ability.

"Do we have the time?" asked Laxmi, her fingers capturing the viscous fluids and using it to tease his cockhead.

"Ah," gasped the old man, his nerves tingling like that of a young man. "I don't know. When does he return?" he managed to stutter.

"In a couple of hours, though he has come early to have me," whispered Laxmi. Her pussy was now bubbling with warmth. She needed something. But what? Unlike her other untutored lover, this one seemed to view himself as the center of all sexuality and his cock at the center of that universe.

"So, we cannot be sure," whispered Nagaraj rocking back and forth trying to make her form a sheath of her hand sufficient to pleasure her.

"we may get caught," she replied, dropping to her knees. The monster was now in her face. She tugged it down and left it to spring back up. Flecks of his precum spattered on her face and hair. Involuntarily she pursed her lips to avoid the spray. Then, quite contrariwise she kissed the moist and dripping bulbhead.

"Laxmi!" wailed the man above her head. He had barely ever been caressed, let alone kissed.

She walked down the pillar with her lips and judged that it was not something she could take into her mouth in any meaningful way. At best, she could take the cockhead and swirl her tongue around it. Anything more would most likely choke her.

And that gave her a proper estimate of size. She was not going to let this guy mount her. it would be brutal and dangerous. He might tear her apart, especially since his passion was on edge.

"You think he will come?" asked the uncle nervously about his nephew.

"I don't know about him," replied Laxmi, standing up and this time she did try to hold him in her fist. More than twice the length is his fist was outside her hand. And she could not get her fist around the girth. Her hand very quickly became hot and sticky.

What seemed like an awful lot of precum turned out to be very little when she tried to use it to lubricate her fist and his cock. There was not enough to go around.

She did not press hard simply because she could not. She already felt challenged to just hold him in her hand. Where was the question of masturbating him?

"I don't know about him but you will definitely cum, wont you?" asked the ever-mischievous Laxmi, her breath short with excitement.

"I hope he reaches late," blurted out Nagaraj thrusting against her fist to no use. "I want lots of you and I don't want to be caught either."

"you seem too excited to take lots of me," she whispered, nuzzling his chest and searching out his nipples through his shirt. "Anyway, there is only one way we can do this," she jerked her hand once to indicate what she meant by 'this'. "WE do this my way. Lie down," she instructed her third novice in four days. "I cannot risk you on top."

"That's what they all said," complained Nagaraj.

"All?" asked Laxmi as she led him by his hand to the guest room. Somehow, she felt odd about taking the boy's uncle to his room. "I thought you said only your wife?" probed Laxmi. Was the old man conning her into sex?

"well, mainly my wife. There was one girl in college who just... fled," said Nagaraj lamely.

"And?" asked Laxmi as she helped him out of his shirt. The old man was reasonably in shape. Not entirely flabby and gone to seed. But not also the muscular body of a working-class man. Nor the gym-toned body of Lokesh. She reminded herself of what Nagaraj's appeal was, glancing down at his impatient cock.

"here or there when I tried." Nagaraj said lamely.

"Men!" thought Laxmi slapping away his hands as he tried to take some sort of control of the situation.

As she kneeled and spread her legs preparatory to mounting him, she noticed that she was flowing quite a bit. She tried to get one leg across to straddle him and found that he was quite broad. She failed to reach across and her knee pressed down on this thigh on the other side and she stumbled and fell forward.

She controlled her fall with her hands and he found himself staring up at her, poised over him, her breasts inches away from his face. He glanced at the two straining mounds and up at her. "You still have your clothes on," he said, his throat choking.

"there are none where it matters," she replied, looking down at herself. Then she looked into his thirsty eyes. His hands were searching out where for 'where it mattered'. She laughed at his clumsy efforts at finding his way through the folds of her saree and her petticoat. She swung her chest at him.

Then she did something that took his breath away. She unhooked her blouse and let her breasts tumble out. Just when he was about to reach for them, she stood him taking those oh-so-juicy breasts out of his reach even as they bounced and jiggled and nipples perked up -- all stiff.

He grabbed her ankles as she stood astride his prone body. He found it easier to go under her skirts now and stroked his way up her legs. Past the knees he made a straight dash for her crotch and he sensed warmth and moisture. She bent her knees a bit and the pussy yawned open. His fingers brushed her pubic hair searching for the depths that promised him heaven.

She untied her petticoat and unwound her saree everything to fall around her in puddles of clothes. As she bent her knees further the elusive crotch came within reach and his fingers probed her but made no significant progress. Laxmi shivered and shuddered as her own needs rose to a wild height and the old man failed to go beyond teasing.

She positioned herself carefully. She was fearful and she was crazed with lust at the same time. The man below her fumbled, inept at what he himself needed and inept, too at what she hungered for. She painted her pussy lips with his broad cockhead and stroked back and forth till she was sure that their combined juices left not the smallest bit undrenched.

She would need every drop of lubricant for every wee bit of flesh that was to merge. And when she wedged down on the cockhead she gagged at the stretch, the pain and the stabbing heat of pleasure.

"Laxmi!" groaned Nagaraj.

"Ayya," screamed Laxmi. Nagaraj's hand reached for her mouth to stifle her voice but she, Lokesh and Seema had been giving full vent to their pleasures over the last few days.

Hands on his chest and not resting her hips down, Laxmi squatted on her haunches, his cockhead just at her outer lips, maintaining full control over her descent. There was no question of letting him in more than this much. She felt she would not be able to take in any more.

Making him cum by manipulating his cock within the initial sheath of her pussy was going to be a lot of hard work. Now she had taken on his assignment of providing pleasure. She was not going to stop and the little bit of cock in pussy seemed to be all that she could take. She dared not think of her own orgasm. She may have taken on more than she could consume.

It spread her as she very well expected. Balancing herself, she moved. The vibrations were intense. It seemed that the stretch had exposed every single nerve ending packed into that love tunnel by nature. She didn't even need to move for her body to hum in response to the stretch and caress of his thickness on her velvety softness.

She moved up once and back down. Nagaraj lurched in response as he felt a pussy grip his cock after the longest time. He wished she would ride down further. His cock too was spongy and engorged like -- like how it had been during his honeymoon, and never since.

He held her by her hips and tried to urge her down. But she was not going to make that mistake. Thighs muscular from years of wiping down floors on her haunches, she resisted him and rose, but not by much. She did not want to go through the pressure and pain -- pleasurable as it was -- of him prising her open. She was not designed to take this monster that easily.

She smiled to herself. She could imagine what Nagaraj had faced in life. No upper-class lady was going to be able to work like a horse atop him. And no woman could afford to let him on top. It was a working woman who could remain prone on top and move her hips by just that bit. A lesser woman might slip and fall, impaling herself on what was a force of annihilation if left to gravity.

She then noticed that when she hoisted herself up her pussy widened enough to let a gush of fluid which was otherwise dammed up, corked in by the massive bulbhead now inside her. deeper inside, her body resisted as her walls refused to stretch.

"Is it hard?" he asked, a little apprehensive that she would give up like many others before her.

"Hard?" she laughed. "You are a monster. Rock hard. And huge. Maybe ...." Her voice trailed off as she thought of some of her friends who might savor such a fuck. Her eyes were closed, her mind on the exact movement of hardness on velvet. Inside herself.

"Maybe? Maybe what? Actually, I was asking if it is difficult," grunted Nagaraj, desperate for more stimulation and wanting to cum. The desire to cum was intense but it was not going to happen with this slow, stop-start grinding.

"I know why none of the women in your circle could do anything for you," she sighed, shivering as she descended. Now she noticed that while her pussy gripped at him involuntarily, he was a tad bit deeper from taking advantage of the yield in the tunnel from when she lifted herself off.

she opened her eyes and looked at him. Moving much shorter than she otherwise she did, she jabbed up and down and said, "No one could be exercised enough to do this,"

"Yes!" he cried out as his cock gave signs of being stimulated enough to cum. A few more of these and he was going to hit a home run.

She thought he merely was agreeing with what she had just said. But soon she regretted having played around for she slipped a bit and she allowed his to wedge deeper and it seemed to hit something that caused her to yelp in a sharp pain.

"Ayya, master. You need an insatiable bitch to take you," she shuddered pulling back and grunting as she pushed back. It was an impossible situation. She could not take him deeper. She could not spread herself more. She could not go faster. And yes, she needed more. Much more. The tremors inside her causing her to shiver and shudder were insane! She just needed to cum, too!

She spread her legs wide as she could and found that it was good only for straddling his body. It did nothing for accommodating the cock inside her. her pussy had gone as wide as it was going to go.

"I thought you ..." started Nagaraj and stopped as soon as he felt a stiffening in her body. "You were fucking Lokesh like he could not give you enough!"

her thoughts went back to some of those raunchy women she knew and the loose talk they engaged in. at least a few of them were addicted, fucking several times a day among their set of men. And taking and allowing them to take as they fancied at each time. No one man could service such a woman. She was not designed to be a one-man woman. Anyone that wanted her to be his found himself giving up on that just because her insatiability. There were such women in her circle.

There were also ripe, warm women, who needed some real manhood in their bed to fill their idle afternoons and thirsty pussies, in the houses where she worked. But she really doubted if they could deal with this man. Maybe Lokesh. But not large, thick cocks that needed working through.

All the while, eyes closed she moved gently and yet, the open and caressed spots exploded and she felt a huge gush and shudder. Her body was in melt and she shuddered and convulsed. In this strong storm of an orgasm she lost control of her movements and went harder than she could afford and sharp twinges of pain mixed with her pleasure and she screamed.

"Ayaaaaaaa! Oh, I am so fucked!" she wept and came in torrents. Nagaraj felt her pour down and was hopeful that with this lubrication she could do more for him. She felt the vibrations build into a crescendo with barely any movement on her part.

She went into a low, long howl of pure pleasure. She let go of herself, her body slumped forward, breasts pressed against his chest. In deep pleasure, she still took care to keep her hips up. She made minor moves to extend her orgasm and there seemed to no end to cumming.

He tried to shake her to movement but she was lost to the world. "Get up," he urged her and his plea went unheard. He was desperate but there was nothing to be had. He was hopelessly stuck inside her. he clenched his buttocks so that his cock reared up as best as it could inside her.

"Oh god!" whimpered the maid, the hired-to-pleasure woman. The slightest movement sent her into convulsions.

"My turn!" he urged her. She shook her head in disbelief at her insides and in denial to him. She lay there, shuddering from time to time and rubbing her face on his chest at other times. The orgasm relaxed her body fantastically and she found herself needing to prop herself further and further up as the pussy melted and sank onto his unrelenting cock.

Her body was trembling and on fire. Every part screamed for a touch, a kiss, a caress. The kind only Lokesh could give her. That imaginative lover! And here was this brute of a cock which had caused such a primal upheaval inside her. What she had taken for a 'job' partly out of sympathy, partly out of the situation and partly with an eye on the cash had turned into a sexual odyssey of sorts for her. she had never been in so many situations of sexual experimentation and frontiers. When she heard the tales of her friends and 'madams' at whose houses she worked, she had often wondered if it was real. And if it was real why had it not happened to her?

Now it was clear to her that those other women must have been fucking the men at the houses they worked. In their social circles, all they got was raw fucking. This! This was heaven for its imaginativeness and sensitivity.

Nagaraj gave up. His cock did not, erect as ever, and now painfully so, for that's how it feels if a man wants to cum and does not.

She was done. She was drained. She had more stamina than this but this cumming was furious and intense. There was no question of rolling off him as she might have off Lokesh. Not only was his cock at its fullest, it was if she was hoisted on a tent pole.

Carefully, she lifted one leg and allowed herself to leave him completely, her face a picture of intense concentration as she watched the slick-wet monster slide out. He bobbed up as if the erection was just fresh and Laxmi shimmied down and kissed the head briefly before flopping next to the much-disappointed Nagaraj.

She turned her back to him, pressing her thighs together which brought about another frisson of pleasure. Dear god! She still was in pools and ripples of pleasure!

Idly and mischievously she thought of all that she could do advertising Nagaraj to her circle of women, whether friends or employers. Those high-class women! They would not be able to walk for days. She smiled to herself as she drifted off into a well-deserved nap.



Nagaraj lay there, desperate. What else could he do? He had taken a bold plunge of asking for help. And then the woman had shamelessly taken her own pleasure and was now snoring gently, back to him.

Those curves were beautiful. He looked down at his own ramrod stiff shaft. He was messed up with juices from her incessant cumming and his own releases. He looked around for something to clean himself so that he could maybe stroke himself for relief.

he used the bedsheet for the clothes were strewn across. And when he started to masturbate he could not help feeling pity for himself. He deserved a woman to empty into and here he was stroking himself again.

Just then Laxmi turned over on to her stomach to settle into deeper sleep. And unknown to both of them, Seema had watched at least some of Laxmi's exertions. She had found her way back hoping to catch Laxmi first and then her boyfriend Lokesh. And then the warmth of a threesome.

Strewn clothes suggested Lokesh had got to Laxmi before her. and when she located the hotbed of action, she was surprised to see that it was not Lokesh. It was someone she did not recognize.

Perhaps Laxmi was misusing the house for her own dalliances. She had caught the snatches of conversations. She had Laxmi struggle to fuck the man. And she had wondered why the woman who took Lokesh and her in so many different ways was being so restricted with this man.

All those doubts lifted from her mind when Laxmi lifted herself off the cock she had stuffed inside her. and as she watched the man wipe himself with sheets and stroke himself she found herself fascinated with the sheer size.

Her newly breached pussy juiced up instantly. Laxmi had made love to her. Laxmi had helped Lokesh fuck her and she had needed that help for she struggled to take him in. and with the intensity and warmth of the mature woman in their midst Seema discovered that she simply loved the pleasure. She was addicted.

And now this new challenge. Could she be taken? Could she take him? Could she offer herself? Would dear Laxmi share like how she had shared Lokesh with her? she undid the top button of her jeans and watched as the man stroked himself.

And then he kneeled between Laxmi's legs spreading them gently wide even as the woman slept. Nagaraj needed her bad and today he had crossed the line beyond which fear of being found or ridiculed was not a factor.

Holding his cock, he used its broad head to probe her recesses much to the fascination of Seema. Imagining his cock inside her much smaller pussy, she felt the urgency to fill herself at least with her fingers. Seema's fingers were slick and she slid in and out effortlessly.

The masturbation which had kept her going for so many years was now hopelessly inadequate. It was really, really large and even if he entered her, Seema was sure she would still be able to see his cock, not fully accommodated by whichever opening he took.

Seema's thoughts were bang-on. Probing in the blind, the cockhead found Laxmi's puckered anus and there was no way he was going to get in. but he prodded on till the woman woke up in panic!

"Hey!" she shouted propping herself up. And that was all the leverage Nagaraj needed. Lifting her up by her hips he took charge. Frantically, he managed to find her upturned pussy and pushed in.

her congealed juices quickly were moistened again and he was inside her. now it was his turn to understand her problem. He made headway but not much more than how much she had taken in.

"Ayya, Master, don't!" she pleaded. "Oh my god," she wept, her fists pounding into the bed as her body was wracked by pleasure which she did not want.

He grunted and pushed deeper. "No!" screamed the maid in pleasure and in resistance but she could not prevent her hips from bucking back towards him.

"Then what was that?" he growled, nails digging into her flesh. "You want it too!"

"No, I don't! I cannot" she sobbed.

He pushed and smiled as he judged himself to be deeper than ever. A little more and he could start to ride her and that would make him cum. He pushed in.

"ah!" she cried out in sharp pain, startling him.

"You bastard! You don't need a woman. You need a whore!" she screamed, leaving respect for the master out of the equation.

"So, what are you?" asked Nagaraj fucking her with force.

"Oh no! No! No! No!" she babbled. It could have been to the fucking. It could have been to what the question implied.

Nagaraj pulled back and pounded in this time sinking in the full distance which he had previously taken in gradually. Laxmi had never felt instant and continuous orgasms the way she did at his fucking. And yet he was touching her deep in places that were hurtful. She crawled forward. That extra space only gave him extra space to pound her again.

"I am not for this kind of fucking!" she sobbed. "There are others for this kind of pounding!"

"Where?" demanded Nagaraj, now in command, fucking her to the hilt, unmindful of what it meant for her. for too long had he been gentle and heedful at this precise point in a sexual encounter. And he was only the loser in the process.

Seema's fingers went deeper and deeper into her pussy till they were completely lost in her, as she mimicked Laxmi's situation.

"I will show them to you. Leave me!" pleaded Laxmi, fucking back at him. She needed to make him cum. She only succeeded in reducing her own self to jelly. She started to spend cum uncontrollably, her body wracked by sobs of pleasure, pain and all manners of feelings.

"Where? Where? Where?' asked Nagaraj vengefully at his years of deprivation ,each time fucking harder and deeper than ever.

"You are killing me!" screamed Laxmi. She reached under and felt the contours of his cock as it pulled out and pushed in. she could not control fucking him back as her own body made demands and also in realization that fucking him to a finish was the only way to finish this.

It was then Nagaraj noticed Seema masturbating furiously, propped against the door, her jeans down to her thighs, the other hand furiously pinching her breasts. She was seeking pleasure desperately.

"Her?" asked Nagaraj, staring at the young body, fucking harder than ever.

That extra thrust took Laxmi over the edge and saliva flowed from her mouth like the juices that erupted in her pussy. And she lost consciousness.

She fell forward, limp and try as he might, in that prone position Nagaraj could not retain his position in her and she slipped away and he felt the loss of grip on his cock. "No," he cried out, his head slumped forward and his hand immediately claiming the cock to provide relief from the sudden abandonment.

It took Seema no time to shuck off her jeans and move in on the opportunity. If Laxmi had struggled she was probably going to die consuming this cock. But she had to have it.

She came up behind Nagaraj and pressing her pert breasts into his back she reached around and her hand joined his on the cock. In her hands, it looked really, really large. She knew that Laxmi had worried about Lokesh fucking her and taken extra care. If that was the case with Lokesh how was this going to be.

They held hands around his hand and masturbated him. "Who are you?" asked the old man.

"One of the women Laxmi said was fit to fuck you," she replied, bold and full of adventure.

"You look like a girl!" blurted out Nagaraj, enjoying her attentions.

"19 years is enough!" she whispered and she could not help notice the jolt in Nagaraj's cock when she said that. The old man was excited.

She lay back and invited him with open arms, "come and fuck me as you please!"

That was an absolute first for Nagaraj. She had her legs spread wide and pink lips looked up at him. He suspected she was smaller than Laxmi but in his inflamed senses he had no doubt he was going to take her no matter what.

He took one leg over his shoulder so that his hand would be free to guide his cock into her. he was gentle nosing her pussy with his cock and all he felt he was doing was painting the outsides with his fluids. He made no progress at all in prising her open.

She was on fire inside, wanting to feel this slab inside her. she needed to know how it felt. Even as he held himself she lifted her hips and thrust towards him. It was of absolutely no use as the proportions were impossible.

She held her pussy lips apart with both hands and said, "Take me, uncle!"

Nagaraj's eyes widened when she said that. He paused for a moment at the realization that the use of the word 'uncle' brought. At 19 she was as young as his grand-daughter. But when the open lips prodded at his head, he focused back on his needs.

"Ah!" she gasped as he pushed into the opening. "Thrust!" she urged him. He pushed forward, sweat breaking out on his forehead from the nervousness.

"But..." he stammered.

"No buts. There is no way you can fuck me unless you just ram yourself in," panted the girl. She was being realistic. She pummeled at this buttocks with her heels urging him on.

"I may hurt you!" he blurted out.

"Let's find out," said Seema desperate to be filled. "come on! come on! come on!" she babbled locking her legs behind him to provide him a stable target.

He pushed, quite hopelessly stuck. She raised her hips, holding onto his arms. She wiggled herself onto him. "Come on, uncle! Harder!" she coaxed him.

"Yes magale, daughter," grunted the old man. AS he pushed on to avoid disappointing her, Seema felt a searing pain as he stretched her impossibly wide and almost immediately juices poured to quench the pain to be replaced by a satisfying fullness. She laughed. "We made it" she exulted and looked down and found most of him still outside. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him and said in surprise, "Uncle?"

He nodded. "there is more. But we have time!"

It was then he realized that she was small, smaller than Laxmi and all the other women he had tried to achieve completion with. He lifted her, holding her buttocks in his large hand. She had her eyes glued on their union, never taking them off the fascinating sight of his slithery wet cock disappearing inti her recesses. He held her and thrusting his hips and holding her as a target pushed in.

It was the similar situation as with Laxmi excepting that here, he was in control. And Seema was more willing and determined that Laxmi ever had been after the initial stages.

Atop him, she kept her legs spread wide and hands locked behind his neck.

He modified his approach, pulling out a bit and pushing in deeper with each successive thrust.

Seema's pussy melted and she screamed as pleasure ripped through her. she had enjoyed the pleasurable orgasms that Lokesh and Laxmi gave her. but this was insane. The stretching and the filling was gorgeous.

"uncle!" she cried out in delight. She wanted him --like, forever!

So, encouraged, Nagaraj was about to plunge on when the shouts of joy from Seema roused Laxmi from her slumber.

She woke up startled and seeing the young girl impaled on the monster she leaped up in alarm. "Stop! You will tear her apart!" she shouted.

Not to be stopped so close to his goal, Nagaraj simply pounded all the way into Seema and to his surprise she was able to take him in fully. Seema gasped. Her pussy was completely filled out and then he seemed to enter a deeper chamber inside her and she felt him bulging out in there. the cockhead was released from the confines of the narrow pussy and it grew large inside her.

"Oh uncle!" she cried out in joy.

"Magale, daughter!" wept Nagaraj. "Look" he nodded at their union.

"Yes," replied Seema. The root of his cock was at the mass of pubic hair between them, fully sunk into her. Laxmi looked too. She looked at Seema's face in surprise. Seema was radiant with joy and pleasure and Nagaraj pulled back and fucked hard.

Seema felt the knot of the cockhead pull back through the shaft and suddenly realized that this how a bitch was snagged with a dog's large bulging cockhead.

They pounded into each other.

"She could take me, Laxmi!" hollered Nagaraj to Laxmi. "She is deeper than you, even if a bit tighter!"

"Of course, she is tight, ayya! You should not have taken her. she was virgin till last week!" pleaded Laxmi.

Once again, Seema felt that surge in his cock, that extra excitement.

"My girl!" howled Nagaraj fucking her again and again. Now he had the rhythm he was used to while masturbating. Holding her firmly in his grip he concentrated on his cock and his own pleasure.

"oh, my goodness, oh my goodness, oh uncle!" shouted Seema. "You are the best fuck I ever had or even imagined!" she cried out.

"don't use such words," said Nagaraj, imagining his own grand-daughter.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" screamed Seema. There seemed no end to her pleasure and orgasm. And there seemed to be no end to Nagaraj's fucking.

"Stop!" cried out Laxmi in alarm.

"No," replied Seema wedging herself on to Nagaraj some more and fucking down now.

Laxmi put her arm around the girl, trying to support her and said, "I am worried about you! He can just keep fucking, you know!"

"I can take it all!" babbled the insatiable girl. "Uncle," she instructed Nagaraj. "Keep fucking me!"

They clung to each other, bodies red with exertion, sweat and from rubbing against each other.

There some quiet as they battled each other. Squishing sounds and Laxmi holding Seema best as she could was all that happened.

And then Seema groaned. The groan widened to a wail. The wail became a sob. There was no end to her pleasure and no end to how much of a pounding she could take. And yet, it was visible that her stamina was waning.

The girl who had been active in making 'uncle' fuck her, then was poised atop him, became like a rag doll, slumping back on Laxmi's support while Nagaraj pounded on in his hunt for his orgasm.

It started to arrive by which time Seema was holding on to Laxmi for dear life. "It's okay, baby," cooed Laxmi to Seema, holding her lovingly. "This is why I said not to," she whispered.

"No, let him. I want him to continue fucking me till he soaks my cunt," wept the girl.

And soak he did. When his orgasm hit, Seema's eyes flew open at the violent thrusting. There was an enlarging of that monstrous cock. Then came the thrashing. She held on like a little boat in a pacific storm.

"Magale! My daughter!" screamed the old man in relief. Every time he spurted, he was rooted in her pubis, the flooding going directly to her womb. And then pulling out and thrusting back in to the fullest. The pussy yawned open in surrender. Laxmi felt drops of fluid on her feet as the combined juices dripped from them.

Seema passed out in her hands and Nagaraj continued to pound her. It was as if a lifetime of cum was pouring out of him.

"My girl, my girl, my girl," he sobbed uncontrollably as he spewed into her. Laxmi and he held each other tight holding the girl between them as he continued to come for what seemed like forever.

Finally, his cock lost its volume but it still wouldn't slip out at its size. He pulled the girl off him and gave her to Laxmi. They collapsed in a heap on the bed.

"Look at what you have done, ayya, master," reproached Laxmi.

"What have I done? I just made her a woman," said Nagaraj, slipping into a slumber.

[RRahul]

Father and daughter real fucking story



 My father's third wife, my mother. My father is different to the previous two BB heels of their calf. He's first and second wives, three wives and five children. All older than me. Dad had two days each week in our house. The other is to stay with the rest of the week bibidera. He's clothes are big business. At 15 years of age, but this is in my youth burst. I'm 5 feet 1 'inch tall, chest size 33 ,. Then I saw myself in the mirror when I like my big boobs.

 One man came to the house in the morning by phone that the sudden Pop fell ill. . My mom, my younger brother after hearing the news that nanabhaike hurriedly went to nursing homes. I am alone in the house. My mom told me on the phone that afternoon at her grandfather's condition is very bad, so Mommy will not be able to return home for the next two days. Every nursing mother will no longer have to go home to Mama. My mom told me that earlier had been talking on the phone with you, Daddy, your parents have to stay home in the next two to three days. Do you have any thoughts, that you will not be alone at night. The cooking process will tokei. He's too mean for your morning meal and lunch tiffin to be made. If you need to store your parents tell you, your parents before going to stores that you will need to shop the market. Cooking Mama knew that I know whatever he can to continue to work two or three days.

After returning from the store, Dad, Dad, I told Daddy will give you tea. Dad asked you to tea parabito gas torch. I told hemse I started cooking a little. There will be no problem. If the church says it is difficult for parents to take the food from the hotel. Daddy said I do not need him all I can. Boolean my father was happy, and I went to the bathroom to be fresh in the kitchen went to tea.

If Mom ammui tea for Daddy. Tea is considered the father of the tea, but I do not know how much sugar they eat. He's going to find out a teaspoon of sugar, I went to the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door. What is the secret of the father. Dariye showed that she loves to go to the little inputs. I saw my father besriyara handful hands and closed his eyes and nose panties sumkache set. Oh, I was shocked to see done. Think Simple father called and said, "Dad, do what you have to do, they have to leave for the washing process, the smell of sweat coming out theketo ones. What I ate a little thatathame father, the first, I thought that maybe the sudden come out here. But Dad took care of it in a few seconds a little himself. He said: "I actually do not smell or hear that the washing launder. So I thought, well, I have forgotten a lot of it in my bra and panties in such a way that the smell is not washed or washed, did he mean that if the smell of sweat. He's going to learn from whatever I cook a teaspoon of sugar came home.

Dad is very happy to taste the tea in my hand. We sat down together to watch TV shows. It was an English movie on TV shows. Sin came kissed a sudden dive. The hero and heroine kissing openly snickered when I looked at Daddy's eyes squint, squint your eyes to see Dad looking at me. Then I noticed the face, in fact, from parents, from my swollen eyes, swollen lips, looking at the cover.

I felt like asasti. What seemed like a stranger to her own father. REFERENCES down that I grew up with, that Daddy made it to the Advance of it, or the study of the lark that would gag orders to the taste Oh, I cry abhimane, when the father fell ill and stayed asleep throughout the night, so that parents know how a sudden today seemed to be an outsider. He's in the back of the end and I could not bear it. I got up and started walking towards the kitchen jhata, Daddy said, Dad, I'm going home to cook a little bit, I have to warm up the dinner. Go to the kitchen and noticed that the father of my butt look Yeah.

I sat at the table with one of the parents. What sort of father sitting to eat I squint times as savage eyes looking at my chest. I looked very ugly. Daddy never ever happens to me, I've got to look like shameless.

He asked me to sudden Dad, what's your mom coming tomorrow. I do not know, however, that it was going to be able to return today. He's from the bowl by a sudden fell a camace Plink. I went down to pick up the plate Daddy Daddy Daddy dhanata stand in lungi. He's at the heart of the massive thatano dhanata who felt chamt know why.

However, since the end of dinner, Dad said, "Tina tonight, you will sleep in bed with me in our bedroom. Why did I sleep in my house that I have a bed. Dad said today it is your mother, what would separate sleeping. I do not think I have the willingness to shake their heads. I started to go into the bedroom and lay on the bed at night, I need my masari hung. Dad was in the bathroom. Dad returned from the bathroom, closed the door behind him. Then open vest was naked. He's the face I saw in the eyes squint thick wool filling. Daddy Daddy, how many times in the past, but today I saw naked acena seemed raucous an ox. Dad was nibiye lights. Dad, I do naita Flash. Dad did not say whether the dark good looks. The lights will go perfectly, and I fell asleep in the room was plunged in darkness.

After half an hour, was suddenly awoke. Oh, I felt his hand on my chest moving. Ghorata sleep a little cut on my shirt, my father understood the two handfuls of his own two hands tipache very slowly. I pretended to sleep, the first fear, then sat in silence for a while. Oh, the pressure started to rise, but the chest. I think at the end of a little courage father Dad said you do not sleep in the middle of the night ...... What are you doing these things. My father whispered to you two see stars like whether your exercise. I said, 'Get your hand off from her father, please, to my great shame. Oh, the shame of his father and said: Damn, what's up to you to exercise a little bloated debt Moreover gharato my press dark and well. I was like a father to me, is the sort catakio my sarilata. Dad, I do not care how many years I was bored to tone your chest, you're never alone-ray tina today to get your hands on the chest was very pleased. I remember five years ago, the last time your chest that you have to take a bath. And your heart just like Lemon is dumo dumo. And now I see

Like the flesh of your maite well. It was the khata was heard. But I kept quiet and did not say anything, just thinking maybe I stop Dad. He's hands down my stomach turn, but had no thamalona saloyarera came over to take my fisting. I can not and I will not be silent, shuddering up to pussy Daddy took his hand.

Dad, what are you doing? Why are not you glad you Tina? You and I in bed in the dark room, you want to make these karachenaamara aside the tensions night. You have to do whatever it takes bolacho?

I reconciled with my father to tell me that your meyedhura cudadeki fool the parents of the girl made the society. This is our true identity

You're a woman, and I'm a man. And besides, what you're now ... your mother and calf gave me the news that your monthly last year has begun.

He's the face of my period, I heard a terrible shame. Beralana any of mouth. The father continued.

Can you have your period, if the woman you have become since.

I said, 'Dad, you say, I have no idea kisaba. Leave me to my great fear.

Tina did not, I did not hear a word you today if I wanted answered.

He's the first time I heard the word fuck, dirty talk to Daddy never heard of it. Sometimes the bad boy of the neighborhood to talk dirty. Today there are the parents just do not understand why such strange behavior. Moreover, parents often say to me now that you're saying that you are.

Dad, please do me the bolana savage barbarian. And you say to me, you're not talking about you or without you, why?

Tina savage words have to do, what action or evil. I cudi your mother every night, today is your mother, so I thought this opportunity once in my Tina, who wanted the gold.

What I'm talking about Dad's still small

Tina You Live a mirror, your body is pushing the youth did he give it to me as soon as possible to your Saadi. And if your husband left you will Saadi ... He wanted you wanted wanted wanted to do. I wanted to take the blame if you do several times before. I put a lot of monkeys raised with love and affection, I've spent a lot of money behind you. Your first taste of femininity, I think I'd like to receive, not an outsider. "

So offhand father kissed me on the lips of. Took my chest and sat on the top of the gariye. He's on the flat I was going to get up and I need my heavy body.

Abbu I do not this to me, I just wear a tenth grade class. Dad did not care, I'm saying bhaya peyana Tina ... you would not harm you have to grow up.

Dad, please do not leave me. I think you are very large and thick.

Dad told me that I believe Tina in your body to take in at once. Say it is not what your monthly?

Is. If this is not asubida selayara My father drew stripped. I told my father I abbu are bhamya slowly phulano chamaya you can then my father Don dukabane a little pain in my chamara 8inci baratake filled her mother cry, I 'm getting too much pain.

My father was dumb cudade cude wanted me to hold out my chamadiye karedila blood. He's not out of the material as long as pajanta damara cudalo me. After a while I saw my father for the lesson iha iha iha iha U U U AAMS AAMS in my chamara cirita cirita Dell said the material.

Then the father went to sleep in the bathroom and put on fresh longer after I lost my father satitta to bed rilama .