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It was only then, as she watched her best friend - now her lover – standing topless and blindfolded before her son, that things began to make sense. Last Saturday when she’d come home early and found Rehana in bed, naked, she must have walked in on them. Rehana later admitted to Muktha that she was involved with someone, but she didn’t go into specifics. No wonder.

And then Mukta gasped. She gasped so loud that she had to move quickly from the window in case they’d heard her. Prasad had been home Saturday when Rehana began seducing her! How long did he stick around before leaving? What did he hear? What did he see? 

She stood there, shaking, trying to regain her composure. She had to leave. She had to go someplace where she could think. But instead, she found herself leaning in front of the window again, very much aware of the growing dampness in her pussy. 

By now, the blindfolded beauty was standing in just her panties, holding out her petticoat to Prasad. Mukta watched as her son took the petticoat and, like before, tossed them into the corner. 

There was a moment’s hesitation as Prasad surveyed the beauty before him. Again he said something Mukta couldn’t quite make out. And then she watched Rehana slide the panties down her legs. She stepped out of the panties quickly, stood up, and held them out to Prasad. This time, however, Prasad held the damp garment to his nose, breathing in the scents of her arousal, before lowering it. Again he said something, and Rehana opened her mouth. Prasad stepped forward confidently, stuffed the panties into Rehana’s mouth and kissed her on the forehead.

Mukta could feel her own arousal growing as she watched her 38-year-old best friend standing naked and blindfolded, with her panties stuffed in her mouth, while her fully dressed 20-year-old son stood before her, in complete control. But Mukta wasn’t really sure what was getting her so hot. Was it watching her new lesbian lover? Was it watching an older woman being completely controlled by a younger man? Was it her son? Was it knowing that her son had watched her making love to Rehana? Or was it all of them? She wasn’t really sure. But she did know how horny she was as she rubbed her pussy through her saree.

Suddenly, Prasad turned and walked towards the kitchen. He returned with a kitchen chair, set it down a bit away from Rehana, and sat down in it. Again he said something. This time, she watched Rehana walking slowly towards her son, stepping carefully, feeling for objects with her hands. She watched her bump into a wing chair, adjust her course, and continue, at last reaching her son. She felt his head, his shoulders, and she maneuvered around him, kneeling down beside him.

“Oh my God!” Mukta gasped out loud as she watched her friend lean over Prasad’s lap, her ass pointed almost directly towards her. Her son was about to deliver a spanking to Rehana’s bottom, and she was going to watch.

“Make this good,” Prasad said to Rehana. “We have an audience.”

Rehana gasped, muttering something through her panty-filled mouth, instinctively trying to get up. But Prasad held her firm.

“Relax,” he said. “It’s mom. She’s outback, looking in through the window. She’s been there for the whole show.”

Rehana tried to say something again, but it came out garbled, unintelligible.

Prasad had never before looked at his mom as anything other than his mother. She’d always been there for him when he’d needed her. Just like any mother would. And he’d always loved her. Just like any son would. But that was the extent of it. He’d never fantasized about her, never dreamed about her. 

Until last weekend. Until he watched Rehana seduce her. Until he saw the two women holding each other passionately, rolling across the bed as they brought each other off. Since then, he’d been unable to get her out of his mind. And knowing that she was watching him only added to his fantasy.

Mukta watched Prasad place his hand on Rehana’s big fair ass. Slowly, he stroked her behind. She could see her friend squirming, seeking out the hand. He eased his fingers into her pussy, slowly pushing in, then out. 

WHACK! With a suddenness that startled Mukta, Prasad withdrew his fingers and whacked Rehana’s big soft fair ass, causing her to jump, her muffled scream audible even through the closed windows.

Mukta could stand it no more. She quickly surveyed her situation and discerned that she was reasonably well hidden and unlikely to be seen. That was all she needed. A moment later, her saree was pulled up were bunched around her waist and her hand was inside her panties, slamming into her cunt. Prasad was once again stroking Rehana’s big fair ass, brushing lightly over her pussy, just enough to tease her. Mukta watched the older woman squirm, completely at her son’s mercy.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! More blows. More muffled screams. And a redness beginning to appear on Rehana’s ass, while Mukta pumped her own pussy harder and harder.

Prasad’s fingers slid quickly back into Rehana’s pussy, stroking in an out like a piston, while the woman squirmed helplessly on his lap. And Mukta felt her left hand sliding under her pallu removed the saree of her shoulder alwoed it to fall and then her hands were in her blouse, squeezing her tits, while her pussy gyrated on her right hand.
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WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Prasad attacked her ass with a fury that astounded Mukta. This time when he stopped, he went for her ass hole, sliding his fingers in, rocking Rehana’s ass. There were more muffled cries. But this time, there was a hint of pleasure in them. Rehana was screaming with pleasure “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhyessssssssss smack my ass smak it as you like and finger my asshole yessssssssssssss yessssssoooooooooooh”And he continued to work Rehana’s ass, while Mukta brought herself closer to the edge.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! From the convulsions of her body, it was clear to Mukta that Rehana was moaning “ ooooooooooooh GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD I am cumminggggggggggggggg yesssssssssssssssssss fuccccccccccccccck yesssssssssssssssssss maderchoddddddddddddddd you aremaking me cummmmmmmmmm”coming, and coming hard. With a final, frantic fury, Mukta joined her friend, feeling the orgasmic waves flowing over her.

She stumbled away from the window, leaning against the house to catch her breath. There was a voice inside of her, deep inside, yelling that this was wrong, that it could only come to no good. But she ignored the voice, and her back slid slowly down the house siding until her panties came to rest on the dirt.


For several long minutes, Prasad allowed Rehana to lie on his lap and gather herself. “I think mom liked the show,” he said at last. “She pulled her saree up and had one hand in her panties and one under her blouse. She came just after you did, and then disappeared.”

Rehana nodded her head, acknowledging what he had said.

“Can you stand?”

Again she nodded, moving back to her knees before standing up. She looked shaky, but to proud to let on. 

Prasad stood up, grabbed the chair, and disappeared into the kitchen. When he reappeared, he was dialing his cell phone. “Hi. It’s me,” he said into the phone. “Are you ready? My aunty is ready for you guys”he was talking to his friend’s

He waited, listening to the party on the other end. “Good,” he said and hung up the phone. 

“I’ll be in my room for a while, “ he said to Rehana. “I’m expecting a couple of friends to stop by momentarily. Let them in and keep them entertained until I come back, okay you are going to enjoy moreof young lunds Reahana and give a good show to mom she needs to get hot ?”

“Yes sir,” she responded obediently, not quite certain whether the tremors in her body were from anticipation of two total strangers that too young boys are going to enjoy her and she will be watched by her close friend in her house. Ultimately, however, it didn’t matter. She would do exactly what she’d been told to do.


Mukta regained her composure slowly. There were a million thoughts running through her mind, but she tried to shut them out. One thing she couldn’t shut out, however, was the sight of her best friend sprawled across her son’s lap, getting a very hard, very erotic spanking.

When she finally regained her feet, she carefully brushed the dirt off the back of her panties, pulled her petticoat along with her saree she pushed it down and was getting up from the floor of the garden, and tucked in her blouse. Feeling somewhat more composed, she looked into the window just in time to see her son hanging up his cell phone. He turned to Rehana, said something, and headed off down the hall, leaving her standing alone in the center of the room.


Mukta watched for a moment, wondering what, if anything was next. But Rehana just stood there, unmoving, and Prasad didn’t return. For several minutes, nothing changed. Just when she’d convinced herself that it was time to leave, Mukta heard the sound of car doors closing somewhere in front of the house.

“Oh shit,” Mukta thought. “Now what.” Her first thought was that these were just a couple of Prasad’s friends showing up unannounced. Then panic struck her. Of course Prasad wouldn’t answer the door. But his car was out front. What if they walked around the house looking for him? They’d catch her!

She heard the distant sound of her doorbell ringing. Just as she was turning to leave, the most extraordinary thing happened. Rehana turned and began moving slowly and carefully to the front door. Mukta froze in her tracks, crouching down for a closer look. She watched in astonishment as Rehana reached the door, unlocked the deadbolt, and pulled the door open. She made no move to hide behind the door, and no move to cover-up. Instead, she stood there boldly, eyes blindfolded, mouth stuffed with her own panties, and waited.
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From the looks on their faces, the two young men who stood there were not totally surprised by what greeted them. Even so, there was a moment of awkwardness before they finally entered the house. Rehana closed and locked the door and turned in the direction of her guests. Mukta immediately recognized the two as friends of Prasad’s. Javeed was a long haired boy of average height. Ram was a bit taller and better developed, with short dark hair. She’d never have imagined either of them involved in something like this. But then again, before today, she would never have imagined Prasad or Rehana involved, either.

Once the door was shut and locked, the boys lost all of their awkwardness. Ram stepped behind Rehana and grabbed her big tits roughly. Javeed had one hand on her pussy while the other hand removed the panties from her mouth and tossed them aside. He quickly had his lips on hers, pressing her firmly against Ram. My god aunty we never thought we can ever see you like this my god it is our dream come true when Prasad said we can have you the way we want we did not think it is possible” Ram said
Rehana said “ why don’t you guys like a women like me in this state don’t you want me to be your sex object”
Javeed “ aunty we were ready to kill someone to get to fuck you from the day we saw you in the supermarket with Mukta aunty but we never thought that a women who looks so traditional in saree can be so slutty without clothes”
Rehana “ will you guys just talk are do what you have come far”

Mukta watched the two as they groped her friend. There was very little tenderness involved, only hungry hands and lips flying all around her body. But they were clearly having an effect on Rehana. Mukta could tell by the way her friend arched her back, pressing her tits into Ram’s hands as they mauled her savagely, and by the way her hips were gyrating against Javeed’s hand, that she was on the edge. 

But the guys stopped suddenly, denying Rehana her release. Instead, Javeed took hold of her hands and guided them to his shirt. Rehana moved quickly, grabbing the shirt and pulling it over his head. Without any hesitation, she moved to Ram, repeating the process.

Ram put his hands on her shoulder, pressing downward until she was on her knees. He rested his hand on her head as she removed his shoes. She turned her attention next to his jeans, quickly unhooking them and sliding them down his legs, dragging his underwear with them. When he stepped out of his pants, she began probing him with her hands, much as a blind person would. Initially, she bypassed his cock, sliding her hands instead up his legs, around his ass, and across his chest, pausing only to pinch his nipples. She couldn’t resist the temptation for long, however, and was soon sliding her hands purposefully towards his cock. She reached it at last and began stroking it gently, measuring it with her hands, cupping his balls gently. Satisfied at last, she leaned forward and took the tool into her mouth.

But she wasn’t allowed to savor it for more than a few seconds, before Ram pushed her away. Mukta watched Javeed reach out and turn her friend’s head towards him, as if to say “my turn.” Rehana, still on her knees, turned toward the fairer boy, and quickly set about disrobing him. In short order, Javeed was also naked, and she began her exploration of him. Again, it wasn’t long before her hands found their way to his penis. 

Nor was it long before Ram moved around beside Javeed, giving Rehana a choice of beautiful young cocks on which to indulge herself. And indulge herself she did, taking first one cock deeply in her mouth, than the other, spending just enough time on each to get the guys going, before switching to the other. And all the while, she kept both hands busy stoking their rods, or fondling their balls.

As Mukta watched the side of her friends head bounce from one cock to the other, pausing to savor the taste of each, her own hands had made their way once again to her pussy, but not before she’d shoved both her saree petticoat and panties down to her ankles.

In time, the guys stepped back from Rehana, leaving the blindfolded woman panting wantonly in the middle of the floor. After a short moment, Ram stepped forward, grabbed Rehana by her hair, and pushed her forward onto her hands and knees. Knowing exactly what he wanted, he moved behind her, quickly impaling her with his meat.
his big dick disappeared in her pussy and his big lund was feeling the hotness and the wetness of her pussy at the same time, he was feeling as if he is in heaven fucking this women as old as his mom and the feeling of fucking some MILF in whose name you have shagged now you are getting your dick in her real pussy not in your hands was too hot for him 

Not to be denied, Javeed quickly positioned himself in front of Rehana, grabbed her by the head, and guided his cock into her mouth. Soon, the boys established a rhythm as they slammed the wanton slut mercilessly, one in her pussy, one in her mouth. 


Rehana was not moaning but screaming with pleasure of two cocks her voice “ ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmoooooooooooooooooooooooooo”was not much as she had one big dick in her mouth 

And Mukta watched, pounding her fingers into her own pussy like a bitch in heat, unable to deny the eroticism of the moment, and wishing that she were Rehana.

And just when it couldn’t get any better for Mukta, Prasad walked into the living room completely naked, his erection standing proudly before him. It was at that moment that Mukta felt the familiar pleasure crashing through her loins. And as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her, she never took her eyes off her son’s cock.


Rehana was on fire as the boys slammed into her from both ends. Ever since they’d walked through the front door, they’d controlled her, teased her, and toyed with her. All without saying a word. Truthfully, Rehana had no idea who they were, only that they were friends of Prasad’s. In her own mind, one was named fat-cock, the other long-cock.
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Right now, Rehana’s mind was a blur as the pleasure kept building and building, heading for what was certain to be a massive release. She never questioned Prasad when he told her to “entertain” his friends. She trusted him completely. What’s more, she relished the naughtiness of the situation and her friend watching it made it more hotter for her. Her body shook as fat-cock slammed her pussy, filling her with his breadth, and long-cock filled her mouth. But it wasn’t a blow job she was giving to him, rather it was a mouth fucking he was inflicting on her.

She felt her tits shaking beneath her as fat-cock held her hips and long-cock held her head. She reached her right hand back to her clit, desperately seeking release. But before she could cum, she felt fat-cock’s body go rigid, jerking spasmodically as he filled her with his cum.

Even as the final drops of his seed were oozing into her, she felt both boys withdrawing from her. “No nooooooooooooooo pleaseeeeeeee noooooooooo I want it moreeeeeee ,” she gasped, pleading for more.

She wasn’t disappointed. No sooner had fat-cock withdraw from her and moved aside, then long-cock was positioning himself in his place. “Yes,yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ohhhhhhhhhhhhh goddddddddddddddd yess” she gasped as the tip of long-cock’s manhood pressed against her back door. “Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard fukc m y ass with that big lund yes just fuck me with that young lowda yesssssss!”

With surprising gentleness, long-cock eased into her, slowly at first, just a little at a time. But soon, the thrusts were quicker and deeper, until finally, he was ramming himself into her without mercy.

Rehana balanced precariously on her left hand while her right feverishly attacked her love button. And then it struck her. She screamed out as the throws of ecstasy filled her body. Her left hand collapsed and her head and shoulders fell to the floor as long-cock continued his attack.

And finally he came, his sperm filling her dark hole and oozing down her leg. As he withdrew from her, the last of his sperm spent, Rehana felt her muscles fail her. She fell over sideways, before rolling onto her back. And she lay there, chest heaving, only vaguely aware of her situation.

She heard sounds around her, somehow associating them with fat-cock and long-cock getting dressed. And she heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and realized that they had left. And then there was nothing, only sweet, silent peace.

After a while, how long she wasn’t certain, she heard a rustling noise near her, followed by a hand gently stroking her cheek. “Lift your heard.” She recognized Prasad’s voice, and smiled. She reached out with her hand and felt his body. Feeling that he was naked, she shook her head.

“Come here,” she said quietly. “Leave the blindfold on.”


Mukta managed to pull herself together just about the time Ram and Javeed left. With a little effort, she managed to make herself look presentable, and prepared to leave. She took one final look inside and saw her son bending over her best friend. For a moment, she was nearly sucked in again, but she managed to tear herself away from the window, and begin the short trip back to the car.
Ten minutes later, she found herself sitting in a restaurant corner, a half-empty coke in front of her and naughty, un mother like thoughts filling her head

Mukta exited the restaurant around 4:00 PM. She stood there a moment, unsure of what to do next, but she still wasn’t quite ready to face Rehana and Prasad. Not after what she’d seen earlier that afternoon. So now what?

She hopped into her car, fidgeted a bit with the seat belt and mirrors, and pulled out of the parking lot. She drove aimlessly, trying unsuccessfully to come to grips with her emotions.

She thought of Rehana, her best friend. She saw her as she’d been last weekend when the two of them had made slow, tender love for the first time. And she saw Rehana as she was earlier today, a blindfolded, submissive slut, only too eager to submit herself to anybody’s will. 

And then there was Prasad, her son. She saw him as he dominated Rehana - a woman 18 years his senior - with her naked body sprawled over his lap as he spanked her, teased her, and brought her to orgasm. And she saw his naked body, with his engorged manhood standing proudly before him. 

She had every right to be angry! True, Rehana had told her that she was seeing someone, but she didn’t say it was Prasad! Nor did she let on about what a submissive slut she was! How many people had fucked her lately? She was afraid to guess. And Prasad, her own son! How could he treat a woman like that?

Yes, she had every right to be angry. And she was! But what was really bothering her was how horny it had made her. How she’d become so obsessed with what she was watching, that she’d dropped her panty on the spot - in her own backyard – and brought herself to orgasm. Not once, but twice! And even worse, the second time, it was the sight of Prasad’s naked body that had sent over the edge. Try as she might, she just couldn’t get that picture out of her mind. 

And now, she was afraid to go home. Afraid to face him, and afraid to face her. And afraid of what might happen if she couldn’t get a grip on her growing jealousy of Rehana, and the unmotherly urges she was feeling for her son. Thinking a walk might help, she headed for her favorite park. 
She’d been walking for about 15 minutes when a young man, a jogger, pulled up beside her.

“Hi, Mrs. Mukta,” he said, panting. “Remember me?”

Mukta looked at the young man, at his sweat-drenched tee shirt topping his blue jogging shorts. “Ganesh. Of course I remember you. How’s your life these days?” 

Ganesh had been a teammate of Prasad’s on the pre university college cricket team two and a half years ago. He was approximately 6’ tall, with short hair.
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“Pretty good,” he smiled, pleased that she’d recognized him. “Good enough to get me a seat in engg college, at least.”

“That’s wonderful, Ganesh. Congratulations,” she said. “I’m not interrupting your jogging, am I?”

“Actually, I’m about finished. I live up the way a bit. If you don’t mind, I’ll walk with you the rest of the way. It’ll help me cool down.”

They walked slowly, talking mostly about cricket. While Mukta appreciated the diversion, she still couldn’t shake the images that haunted her. Nor could she put out the fire that was smoldering within her.

“Well, this is home,” Ganesh said at last, pointing to a large villa that backed up to the park.

“Wow, that’s quite a spread. Looks like the doctoring business is going strong,” she exclaimed, remembering that Ganesh’s father was a prominent local doctor.

“Would you like to come up for an ice tea? I could give you the grand tour while we’re there.” Ganesh asked.

“Oh no. I couldn’t,” she replied. “What would your parents say?” 

“They’ve been in Ooty for almost two weeks. They went on their second honeymoon and left me here alone. Truth is I could use a little company. Come on. What do you say?”

Mukta hesitated, looking from Ganesh, to the house, then back to Ganesh. She wondered briefly if he was hitting on her, but quickly dismissed the notion. Besides, it didn’t really matter, since she was rapidly coming to the conclusion that there was only one solution to her problem, only one prescription that would help her deal with the images that were still so fresh in her mind. More and more, Mukta was coming to the conclusion that young Mr. Ganesh might be just the medicine she needed.

And she thought of Rehana, and of Prasad. 

Mukta answered at last. “Why not?”

“Great!” Ganesh exclaimed. “The gate’s right over here.”

Ganesh stepped over to the gate and pulled it open. “After you,” he smiled.

Mukta returned his smile and stepped through the gate. Once inside, she hesitated, surveying the immaculately landscaped yard, the neatly trimmed shrubs, and the beautiful flowers. “Wow,” she said, stepping next to Ganesh and resting her hand on his sweaty shoulder. “Who does your yard work?”

“We have a lawn service that does the mowing and trimming, but mom’s the one with the green thumb when it comes to the gardens.”

Mukta removed her hand from his shoulder. She could sense that Ganesh was a little uneasy with her closeness, but she didn’t move away. “Lead the way,” she said after a moment.

“This is the pool,” he said as they rounded the privacy fence. It was an oval shaped in-ground pool of average size, bordered by a large patio.

Ganesh’s jaw nearly hit the ground. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He looked away from Mrs.Mukta nervously, not knowing how to react. Surely she was joking. Wasn’t she?

“Relax,Ganesh,” Mukta said as she leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. “I don’t bite, you know.” But inwardly, Mukta was on fire. She could see the uneasiness she was causing Ganesh, and she was feeding on it. And she knew that, for her, there was no turning back. She wanted him, and she would have him.

She started towards the house, paused, and looked back. “Aren’t you going to show me the inside?” 

“Err, yeah, sure,” Ganesh said nervously, hurrying to catch up with her.

They entered the house in a large country kitchen and removed their shoes. They then moved through the family, living, and dining rooms. They came to a stairwell with one set of stairs going up, and one set going down.

Mukta looked suggestively at the young man. “What’s upstairs?” she cooed.

“Err, just the bedrooms,” Ganesh answered nervously, not knowing what to make of Mrs. Mutka’s suggestive behavior. He was certain it was his imagination, but damn if she didn’t appear to be coming on to him. “Maybe we should go down and see the rec. room.”

“You’re the boss,” she responded.
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“Follow me,” Ganesh said, happy to be moving again.

Mukta followed Ganesh down the stairs and into the rec. room. She rounded the corner into a long room, with a wet bar on one end, and a high-top table with bar stools along the side. But it was the pool table that got her attention.

“Perfect,” she said, more to herself than to Ganesh. “Just perfect.” And from the deep, dark recesses of her mind, she recalled the scene she’d watched with her husband, all those years ago. And she knew this was the place.

She walked over to the pool table and ran her fingers lightly over the felt. “Do you ever watch pornography, Ganesh?” she asked without looking at him.

Dumbstruck by the question, Ganesh stood motionless. He stared at the back of her head, before letting his eyes wander, drinking in the soft, delicate curves of her mature body. “Damn,” he thought, trying to regain his composure. “Maybe she is hitting on me. Now what do I do?” But try as he might, his 18-year-old mind could not come up with an answer for dealing with a horny 40-year-old.

Finally, as the silence was becoming almost unbearable, he managed a response. “No,” he lied, barely audible. “Really?” Mukta inquired. She turned to face him. “Truthfully, I haven’t watched any since I was a newlywed. But I do remember this one scene,” she said. And slowly, she stepped closer to the nervous young man.

“It was about a gardener, if my memory serves me correctly, and a fancy young woman.” By now, Ganesh had backed up as far as he could, but still Mukta came on, now only a foot away. 

“It took place in a rec. room, much like this one. And there was a pool table.” She placed her hands on his still sweaty tee shirt, rubbing his chest, her mouth a mere inches from his face.

“And he took her,” she whispered into his ear, pressing her breasts against him. “Right there on the pool table.” Softly, she nibbled on his ear.

She eased her head back just enough so she could look him in the eyes. “Will you be my gardener, Ganesh? Will you take me right here, right now?” She slid her hand down Ganesh’s chest and across his stomach. Gently, she rubbed his manhood through his shorts. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

But Ganesh just stood there, unable to answer, unable to move.

Mukta turned around, her back to Ganesh, and snuggled close. Reaching back, she took his hands and guided them forward, placing them firmly on her breasts over her saree whose pallu had already falls off her shoulders and the breast were ready to get out of the blouse. “Squeezed them, Ganesh,” she urged. “Squeeze them hard.” She rubbed her backside against him and held his hands on her breasts. Gradually, she could feel him beginning to respond.

She could feel him softly, tentatively squeezing her breasts, not quite certain if this was really happening.

“Harder!” she urged. “Use me. Or abuse me. I don’t care, just take me!” She felt him squeezing her harder, pulling her tighter against his body. And she knew that she was having an effect. “Take me please , Ganesh,” she screamed. “Take me now!”

And it was like the damn had suddenly burst open. Ganesh released her tits, grabbed the front of her blouse, and violently ripped it open, sending displaced buttons all over the floor.

“Yes!” Mukta exclaimed, a note of triumph in her voice.

Mukta stepped forward and spread her arms, allowing Ganesh to tear the blouse from her shoulders. As he reached for her bra, she was removing her saree from her tummy and pulling the string of her petticoat. And as the bra fell free, she was stepping out of her saree and the petticoat with the panties. A moment later, she had once again backed her way into his arms, cooing contentedly as his hands took hold of her now naked body.



She turned around to face her young stud. She took his head in her hands and pulled him to her. Their lips came together and their tongues shot across the divide, dancing wildly with each other. Their hunger for each other grew, fueled by their own lust as they tried desperately to devour each other.

Mukta broke the kiss first, grabbed hold of his hands, and stepped back. She stood there, his hands in hers, allowing him to examine her nakedness. He looked upon her body hungrily, from her slightly disheveled hair, to the rising and falling of her perfectly proportioned breasts, to her taught, slender figure, and to the curly black hair peaking out at the top of her legs.

And when their eyes met again, she could see the questions forming. Releasing his hands quickly, she reached over and placed a finger on his lips. “Anything you want is yours for the taking,” she said softly. “Anything at all. But no questions.”

She removed her finger, took his hands, and led him to the edge of the pool table.

She hopped onto the railing and, with her legs spread wide and Ganesh standing between them, eased herself down until her back came to rest on the felt surface. Slowly, he followed her down until his elbows rested on either side of her arms and his head hovered above hers.
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As he looked into her eyes, he could see the lust, the hunger, and the fire. At that moment, he finally understood what she wanted - what she needed.

He resisted the urge to kiss her, pushing himself up from the table instead. Resting his hands on her thighs, he lightly traced his fingers over the sensitive flesh, taking great care to barely miss the center of her cunt. 

He could feel the heat building in his crotch as he looked down upon her, surveying all that would soon be his. He longed to release his burning manhood from the constrictive confines of his shorts, but didn’t, thinking how much sweeter it would be to make her wait.

Ganesh allowed his hands to wander freely. He massaged her thighs, spreading them wide as he went. He moved over her hips slowly, reaching her tummy, pausing to play with her belly button and to lightly tickle her sides.

Leaning forward slightly, he grabbed her tits. And as he squeezed them, their eyes met. They stared into each others souls as he continued to massage her, squeezing harder, pressing them against her. He watched her eyes, seeing the fire grow hotter and hotter as he rubbed her mounds.

He released her breasts and took hold of a nipple in each hand, twirling them between his fingers. And still, their eyes feasted upon each other. He alternated between pulling on her nipples, stretching them away from her body, and twirling them roughly in his fingers. But it wasn’t until he flicked her left nipple with his right finger, that he finally heard her gasp. But still, she wouldn’t lower or close her eyes.

He released her tits and slid his hands down to her pussy. She jumped as his fingers found her button, and she bit down on her lower lip. He could see in her eyes that she was desperate, that she wanted him, but she hadn’t said a word since she led him to the table.

Swiftly, he inserted his fingers into her dripping pussy and began pumping her. She writhed on the table below him as he toyed with her clit, driving in and out of her pussy, flicking his thumb over her enflamed clit. He watched her grab her tits and squeeze them mercilessly, never diverting her eyes from his. 

And then he dropped to his knees, examining the prize before him. He continued pumping her fiercely with his fingers as he moved his mouth to her button. And that’s when she screamed. That’s when she released her breasts, grabbing his head instead, and pulled him firmly against her. she was cumming “oooooooooooh my godddddddddddd wantttttttt thissss yes’’ And that’s when the first waves of orgasm washed over her.

When her orgasm eased, she released his head from her grasp. Ganesh rose slowly to his feet, surveying the pleasure he had caused. With a smile on his face, he grabbed the bottom of his tee shirt, pulled it over his head, and cast it aside. He hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his shorts. He paused for a moment, teasing her, before sliding them down his legs and kicking them aside.

Lifting her head from the table, Mukta examined the young man, giving extra attention to his excited 8-inch erection. She looked into Ganesh’s eyes and smiled approvingly, before laying her head back down on the table.

Reaching down, Ganesh took hold of his cock and guided it towards her. He rubbed it against her slit teasingly as she reached out for him with her pussy. He pulled it away from her briefly, before pressing it against her love button. She jumped when he slapped it lightly against the swollen bud. 

Again, he rubbed his lund against her pussy, only this time he eased into her slightly. He placed his hands on her thighs and spread her wide, as she reached up and raked her fingers across his chest. There was a look of longing clearly evident in her eyes. Slowly, he inched his way into her, pausing before he’d gone to deep, and then withdrew. He repeated the process, allowing himself to penetrate a little deeper each time, but still withheld his entire length.

Mukta slid her hands down his sides, trying unsuccessfully to pull him into her, before Ganesh grabbed her hands and pulled them from his body. Leaning forward slowly, he pinned her hands on either side of her head, and allowed his body to hover lightly on top of hers. She lifted her head anxiously and pressed her lips to his. 

The fire that burned in her as their tongues darted quickly back and forth was threatening to consume her. She wanted him! She needed him! Now! But he was holding back, teasing her. And still, the fire grew hotter. Suddenly, just when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer, “ please Ganesh fuck me with that big lund harder fuck me yes fuck fuck fuck fuck” she felt him ram his meat deep into the heart of her desire.

Her lips fell limply open as he held her pinned beneath him and slammed his meat into her. Over and over, he slammed her. Her lips dropped away from his as her head fell back onto the table. Their still open eyes met, hers glazed over with a look of pure lust, and his burning with a desire he desperately needed to satisfy.

He released her hands as he continued pounding his meat into her. Without hesitation, she threw her arms around him, pulling him as close as two people could get. She threw her pussy out to meet his relentless thrusts, and her body began to quiver, a precursor of the pleasure that was soon to come “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH yesssssssssssssssssssssssss my goddddddddddd fuck the hell of my cunt yes Ganesh yesssssssssssssss fuck fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Me now I am cumingg”.

For Ganesh’s part, it was no longer about control, it was no longer about playing Mukta’s game. His teenage sex drive had taken over and was now flowing in high gear. He felt the electricity that signaled the onset of his cuming, “OOOOOOOOOOOH Auntttttttttttttyyyyyyyyyyyy I am cumming in your mature motherly cunt godddddddd bosdddddddi chinallllllll” and he rammed her harder. He felt the beginning convulsions that marked the point of no return, and still he rammed her. And then, with a ferocity that scared even him, he exploded, his body jerking spasmodically as his semen emptied inside of her.

And just as he was releasing his seed into her, Mukta let out a screamOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS MYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDD , holding him desperately as her own orgasm struck. They clutched at each other, each seeking the maximum pleasure they could suck from the other, oblivious to everything but their own desperate needs.
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Finally, it was over. Mukta slumped back onto the table while Ganesh rested on his elbows, hovering over her. She ran her fingernails over his back as she stared into his eyes. Ganesh returned her stare, a faint smile evident on his up-turned lips. For several minutes, they lay there, basking in the afterglow.

When Ganesh went to stand up, Mukta moaned. “No,pleaseee no I want it moreeeeeeeee” she said softly, her arms still around his back. But he just smiled at her as he pushed aside her arms and stood up.

It was then that Mukta realized that he was still hard. She looked at him with questioning eyes as he grabbed her legs and lifted them upright, before slowly pressing them towards her head.

For a moment, just when she realized what the young man wanted, she swore her heart stopped beating. But she hesitated only slightly before obediently reaching up, grabbing her legs, and pulling them to her chest. Neither of them said a word as Ganesh guided his cock, still wet with her juices, to her forbidden hole the tight asshole. He slid the tip around her asshole, and pressed lightly at the entrance.

When Mukta told the boy he could take anything he wanted, she never imagined he would want her ass. She’d never given her ass to anyone before, and she had to admit, she was scared, uncertain if she could handle his size without being ripped apart. But she’d said anything, and she wasn’t going to back down now. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure she could even if she wanted to. And Mukta could feel her juices beginning to flow again. “OOOOOOOoh Goddd, help me,I am ooooooooooooooooh yesssssssssssssss goddddddddddd” she thought as his tip eased inside her.

Ganesh had one hand between her legs, steadying her, as his other hand guided his erection. Slowly, he eased into her, and then backed out, not quite completely withdrawing. He could see the strained look on Mukta’s face as he slowly eased himself in and out, not allowing himself to delve deeply until she was ready to handle him. 
Gradually, he felt her muscles relaxing, and he eased in a little further, still pumping her slowly, carefully. Soon he was half way in, then he was almost there. And finally, he had his entire lund in her ass. He moved his hands to her legs, freeing hers for other pleasures.

As he stood over her with his cock buried deep in her ass, the enormity of his situation hit him. Here he was ass fucking a hot woman more than twice his age, the mother of a former teammate. And he, albeit with her blessing, was in complete control. 

He smiled as he watched her hands move purposefully to her pussy, uncovering her button and stroking it, never taking her eyes off of him. She moaned as he spread her legs wider and began pumping his big lund into her asshole.

Mukta’s head spun with conflicting emotions as she lay beneath her young stud, more exposed and more controlled than at any time in her life. The naughtiness, the degradation of being taken in the ass, not to mention the pain. But the pain was turning more and more to pleasure as Ganesh eased himself in and out of her. She could feel her pussy coming to life as she continued working her clit.

Ganesh gradually increased the pace, slamming into her quicker and with greater urgency. He allowed his gaze to wander from her face to her breasts, rising and falling quickly as she gasped for air, and then to her pussy. He watched her fingers expertly working her clit, and listened to the moans that told him she was getting close “ooooooooooooh noooooooooooooooooo I have never had so good in my life Ganesh fuck your friend’s mom like a whore yes make me a randi a chinal yesssssssss fuck meeeee”.

Ganesh kept up his relentless pace while Mukta continued working her clit. He watched her body start jerking spasmodically as her orgasm struck. With an urgency he’d never before experienced, he slammed into her again and again while she gasped “ oooooooooooooooh my godddddddddd yesssssssssssssssssss I am coming agaian yessssssssssssssssssss”.

And at last he came, filling her ass with his cum. His body jerked in time with hers as he emptied his load into her until, at last, it was over. Without a word, Ganesh gingerly withdrew from her, climbed up on the pool table and lay down beside her. The two lay side by side, hand in hand, struggling for air. 

Slowly, they began to recover. It was Mukta who stirred first, rolling onto her side and planting a soft kiss on Ganesh’s forehead. She lifted herself from the pool table and stood up.

“Can I use your phone?” she asked. “I need to let my son know I won’t be home tonight.”

Ganesh looked at her and nodded, wondering what was still to come.

He half-listened to Mukta’s side of the conversation. It seemed that her son was asking a lot of questions, none of which she was answering other than to say that she was fine, and she’d see him sometime tomorrow.

Mukta hung up the phone and stood there, lost in thought. Ganesh had been wonderful, of that there was no doubt. And she certainly was not changing her plans to spend the night with him. Yet just the sound of Prasad’s voice had brought back all the emotions from earlier that day. Giving herself to Ganesh had been a wonderful diversion, but it had not succeeded in displacing her growing jealousy of her best friend Rehana, and of the relationship she had with her son, a relationship that Mukta could never have.

She turned and headed for the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Ganesh asked.

Mukta stopped and turned. “fucking you in your bedroom,” she smiled. A moment later she disappeared up the stairs. Ganesh followed the sound of her footsteps as she moved through the house. Faintly, he heard the sliding glass doors open, and then close, and then there was silence.

With a sigh, he struggled to his feet, knowing that this was going to be a very long night, but one that he was not likely to forget, Mukta spent the entire night fucking the young lad who did not disappoint her.


It was 11:00 Wednesday morning. Mukta sat in her parked car two blocks from home, wondering how she’d be able to face her best friend and her son after all the events that transpired the previous day.

She was wearing a blue cotton kameez that was several sizes too big for her, and a white salwar, both of which were complements of Ganesh. The loan had become necessary when young Ganesh, an eighteen-year-old basketball player and former teammate of her son, had ripped her blouse from her body, rendering the garment unfit for public display. The saree had fared much better, and lie neatly folded in the back seat. Ganesh’s attack on her had been wild and determined, but not unwanted. In fact, it had taken quite a bit of urging on her part to get him started.
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Throwing herself at teenagers was not something the 40 year-old woman normally did. But yesterday had been different. It started with her leaving work early and watching through the back window of her house as her naked, blindfolded best friend lay across her son’s lap while he spanked her mercilessly. This was the very same best friend who had seduced Mukta into a lesbian encounter just last week. And it got worse when Rehana, still blindfolded, gave herself to two of Prasad’s friends, allowing them to completely have their way with her.

But the real problem was the jealousy that Mukta felt for Rehana, and the forbidden thoughts for her son that she couldn’t get out of her mind.

So to solve her problem, to satisfy the unfulfilled desire that burned in her veins, she’d taken advantage of a chance encounter with young Ganesh. After spending the night with him, surrendering herself completely to his every desire, she’d called in sick to work, borrowed something to wear, and started home. While the encounter had been immensely satisfying, it had not, unfortunately, lessened the yearnings she had for her son, or the jealousy she felt of her best friend.

Taking a deep breath, Mukta put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb, heading for home.


“Are you sure?” Rehana asked.

“As sure as I can be,” Prasad answered.

It was 7:30 that evening when Mukta stepped out to run a quick errand. Prasad wasted no time taking his story to Rehana, Mukta’s best friend and temporary housemate – not to mention his submissive lover.

“When she got home, she was wearing a Salwar Kameez,” Prasad explained. “Certainly not what she wore to work, and not the kind of garb you’d expect someone her own age to lend her I remember she wearing a saree when she went out.

“She was acting really nervous, which considering what she saw, isn’t too surprising. But she was, I don’t know, different somehow,” he said, searching for the right words.

“Yes,” Rehana said. “I noticed the same thing at dinner.”

“Anyway, she headed straight for the shower and stayed there quite a while,” Prasad explained. “I snuck into her room, intending to look through her purse for any ‘incriminating’ evidence, but I never got that far. I saw the kerchief lying inside out on the floor, with Ganesh’s name written across the inside of it.”

“But that doesn’t prove it was him,” Rehana interjected. “It could have been his father, or his mother, for that matter.”

“No,” Prasad responded. “I ran into Ganesh at the gym last week. He said his parents were in Ooty for two weeks.”

“Oh, my. It looks like we created a monster,” Rehana replied, a wry smile crossing her lips.

“Boy, would I love to have been a fly on the wall for that encounter,” Prasad said dreamily, finding it more and more difficult to see his mother in anything but a sexual context.


It was two nights later when Prasad and Rehana next discussed the matter. It had become increasingly apparent to both of them that Mukta was in the midst of an enormous personal struggle. She was always nervous around them, fidgeting with her fingers, never looking either of them in the eyes. Further, she was always finding excuses to get out of the house, sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for a few hours.

But what struck Prasad most was the meekness, clearly not a trait he’d ever associated with his mother before. 

“If I didn’t know better,” Prasad said, “I’d swear she had feelings for me. Sexual feelings, I mean.”

Rehana looked at him, silent for a moment. “Trust me, she does,” she finally said. “Women can sense these things. Just like I can sense that you have feelings for her.”

For a moment neither spoke. Finally, without another word, Prasad turned and headed for his room.

It was several hours later, long after Mukta and Rehana had headed off to their separate bedrooms for the night, before Prasad finally left his room. He crept furtively to Rehana’s room, waking her carefully.Thirty minutes later, he was back to his own room, a smile on his face, and his plan firmly in place. Breakfast that Saturday morning had been an awkward affair, very little conversation and almost no eye contact. Even Prasad’s announcement of his plans to go to his buddy’s cabin for the remainder of the weekend met very little interrogation from his mom, just a meek acceptance. He departed shortly after breakfast, leaving the two women alone.

Mukta and Rehana spent the remainder of the morning avoiding each other. It was sometime in the early afternoon when Mukta headed out to do the weekly grocery shopping.

Rehana was in her room when Mukta returned. She listened as she brought in the groceries. It wasn’t until she heard her beginning to put everything away that she left her room, heading for the kitchen.

The women made brief eye contact before Mukta turned away. Rehana made no effort to help her friend, choosing instead to stand silently and watch as Mukta scurried about the kitchen. Only once did Mukta stop what she was doing to look at Rehana questioningly. When Mukta just stood there, staring, Rehana quickly went back about her business.
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Mukta was bent over at the waist putting the last of the groceries into the cupboard. She rose up and turned around, gasping when she bumped into Rehana. Before she could react, Rehana took her friend’s face between her hands and pulled her close. For a moment, Mukta froze, the internal conflict paralyzing her with thoughts of her son, of a naked and submissive Rehana, and of a young and hungry Ganesh. But her dilemma passed quickly as the emotions she had kept bottled up inside her finally burst free.

She threw her arms around Rehana as their lips came crashing together. Hungrily, the two women devoured each other, bodies pressing hard against each other, tongues dancing freely.

Rehana broke the kiss first, sliding one arm around her lover while the other pulled her head gently against her shoulder. And she could feel the tension - or was it desperation - in her friend’s embrace as she gently stroked her hair.

“This must have been hard on you,” Rehana said after a bit.

Mukta pulled her head back and looked questioningly at her friend. But Rehana just smiled, and pulled her head back against her shoulder.

“It’s okay,” she said, once again stroking her hair. “I know you were watching us the other day.”

Rehana could sense her friend’s tension growing again as they continued their embrace. After a time, she pushed Mukta gently away. She reached out to brush the hair from her eyes, and gave a warm, reassuring smile.

“Do you trust me, Mukta?” she asked softly.

For a moment, there was no response. Finally, Mukta nodded her head slowly, hesitantly.

“Do you want me to help you?”

This time, there was a pleading look in her eyes. “Yes.”

Rehana leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead, pulling the blindfold from her back pocket. Mukta panicked when she saw what Rehana held in her hand, jumping back instinctively. Her internal turmoil ran rampant as she wrestled with her emotions.

But Rehana just stood by quietly, waiting, the blindfold held out before her. For Mukta, time seemed to stand still. She wanted to run, tried to run, but her feet wouldn’t move. She opened her mouth to protest, to scream out NO! But nothing came out.


Slowly, she could feel her resolve failing as the thoughts of Rehana spread out across Prasad’s lap filled her mind. “Prasad! Oh my God, Prasad!my own son” She screamed silently to herself as she stiffened up again. “What about Prasad?” But her latest panic lasted only a moment. Prasad wasn’t there. He was gone for the weekend.

And that’s when she decided. That’s when she realized she couldn’t escape her emotional web alone, and the only way to solve her problem was to go wherever Rehana decided to take her.

So, she took a deep breath, and stepped back towards Rehana.

“Turn around,” Rehana said, her voice a little firmer than it had been. Mukta moved quickly to obey, slipping naturally, even comfortably, into her role.

And then the lights went out for Mukta, as Rehana eased the blindfold over her eyes and tied it snuggly behind her head.

Only then did Rehana look towards the back window, to the spot where Mukta had watched from earlier in the week, and the spot where Prasad watched from now. She smiled and held up both hands, with all fingers extended. Ten minutes. Then she returned her attention to Mukta.

For those ten minutes, Mukta embraced Rehana from behind. She nibbled on her ears and blew gently into them. She licked and kissed her way down one side of her neck and up the other. She let her hands roam freely over her captives clothed body, down her sides, over her tummy between and around her breasts. Eventually, her hands found their way to the breasts themselves, and to that magical spot between her legs.

For the first time in days, Rehana was relaxed, her body responding to the magic hands. She moaned as they gently caressed her, and sighed as they rubbed her big breasts. She almost cried when they wandered between her legs, so great was her relief.

And then the doorbell rang. Mukta stiffened instantly, her hands starting for the blindfold. But they never reached it, as Rehana grabbed them, brought them back to her sides and held them firmly in place.

“You said you trusted me. Do you or don’t you?”
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“I do, but . . .”

“No buts,” Rehana said, cutting her off. “You either trust me, or you don’t. Which is it?”

Mukta stood there, mouth agape, unable to respond.

“I know you watched us through the back window. I know that you came at least twice. And I know about Ganesh,” she said the last softly, for effect. “Mukta, I know what you want and what you need even better than you do. But I won’t force you.” There was a moment’s hesitation. “Last chance. Yes or no?”

Slowly, barely perceptibly, Mukta nodded her head.

“Good,” Rehana said, and the doorbell sounded again. “At the front door is a friend of mine, a lover. He’s going to help you. All you have to do is open the door and let him in. But,” she said emphatically, “once you let him in, the blindfold stays on until I take it off. Agreed?” 

Again, Mukta nodded her head.

“Say it,” Rehana insisted.

“I agree. The blindfold stays on until you take it off.” Somehow, just saying the words gave Mukta a new resolve. She stretched her hands out in front of her, feeling around for objects, and made her way slowly towards the door.

The doorbell rang one more time before she reached it. She felt around until she found the knob, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Mukta stood beside the open door, her hand clutching the doorknob. She could feel her body shaking as she lowered her head. A hand took hold of hers, pulling it away from the door. The next sound she heard was the sound of the front door closing. For a moment, nothing happened. Mukta’s mind was running in circles. Who was this stranger? Why did she allow Rehana to talk her into this? What was he going to do? Why was she doing this?

Just when she could stand it no more, a finger touched the bottom of her chin, lifting it up slowly. And then the stranger’s lips touched hers, lightly at first, barely grazing them. And then again, lingering just a bit this time. And then one more time, only this time the stranger’s lips surrounded hers, and she felt his tongue probing against her lips. Instinctively, she opened up, allowing his tongue to enter.

She reached out for him with her mouth, allowing the kiss to fuel her passion until the kiss was the only thing that mattered. And then there were hands on her breasts, squeezing the bra-encased mounds roughly through her white cotton saree. As her fire burned hotter and hotter, a distant part of her mind wondered, who is this? Is it Javeed? Is it Ram? It could be either one, based on what she witnessed the other day. Or maybe it was Ganesh! After all, Rehana did say she knew about him. But she dismissed Ganesh. She was certain she would recognize him. It had to be either Javeed or Ram.

The lips broke away suddenly, leaving her reaching out with her mouth, still wanting, as the hands continued to fondle her tits. Standing there blindfolded, with a stranger mauling her bosom and her best friend looking on, she felt cheap. She felt slutty. 

There was a final squeeze, one that made her gasp, before the hands released her, leaving her alone and blindfolded, waiting for what would happen next. She heard a rustling noise, and then felt hands pulling on her shoe, first the right foot, then the left. A hand grabbed her by the back of her right calf and lifted her foot from the ground, pulling off the shoe with the other hand. The process was repeated for the other foot, and then for each of the ankle socks she wore.

The stranger ran his fingers lightly up her legs, starting at the feet, continuing until they reached the hem of her saree. But they didn’t stop there, continuing instead up to the navel .

Just when the saree slits were released from her tummy and the saree was released, she felt Rehana step up behind her and grab hold of her blouse and un button the blouse ever so slowly. By now, Mukta was too caught up in the game to stop, much too involved to even consider protesting. Instead, she raised her arms obediently.

The next thing she knew, her blouse was sliding over her head and her saree and the petticoat were sliding down her legs, panties and all. As quick as that, she had been stripped down to just her bra, which lasted only moments longer as Rehana quickly removed and discarded the final unwanted article.

Mukta stood naked before the stranger, her heart pounding through her chest. Now she was beginning to understand what had driven Rehana the other day. Now she could feel that very same lust coursing through her veins that had so obviously driven her friend. And now, she was ready for more.

“Take two steps forward, stop, and bend at the waist,” Rehana ordered.

Prasad watched as his naked mother immediately followed the instructions, amazed at how easily she’d been coerced into this situation. He could tell that she was hot, and he knew he could have her right now. But he wasn’t ready yet. There was still more of the game to be played.

He moved slowly behind his mother until her ass was directly in front of him. First, he touched her ass ever-so-lightly, trailing his fingertips across her bare fanny. He ran his fingers between her butt-cheeks, lightly passing over her dark hole before gliding teasingly over her wet pussy.
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WHACK! Mukta jumped at the sudden, painful attack, clearly caught off guard.

“Hold your position!” Rehana ordered.

Quickly, Mukta returned to her bent over position, waiting for what was to come next. It was only then that she thought of Prasad, and of the spanking he had delivered mercilessly to her best friend’s backside. It was then that the thought first crossed her mind. Prasad! It couldn’t be! Could it? But Prasad had gone camping. Or was that just a story?

Before she had time to panic, she felt his fingers sliding into her pussy, and again, all thoughts except her deprived need for more were expunged from her head. She bit her lip, shaking slightly as the fingers began working their way in and out of her motherly wet pussy. She allowed her ass to gyrate against his fingers, and she could feel her pleasure mounting.

WHACK! Another sharp, unexpected blow, and then nothing. She held her bent over position, aware of a slight bustling of activity around her.

“Stand up!” Rehana ordered.

She immediately obeyed. Rehana took hold of her arm and led her slowly across the room.

“Kneel down,” she said after they’d stopped.

When Mukta moved to obey, she realized that the stranger was seated on a chair immediately in front of her.

“Bend over his lap!” Rehana ordered firmly.

But this time, Mukta hesitated. This was much too similar to Prasad and Rehana’s display the other day to be coincidence. Again she wondered if this could be Prasad. Only this time, she thought there was a strong chance that it was. And now, she didn’t know what to do. She’d gone too far to stop. She desperately needed to continue. But how could she if this really was Prasad? 

Quickly, her mind responded. It didn’t have to be Prasad. After all, Rehana knew she’d seen them, knew she’d gotten off on watching them. What would be more natural than for her to recreate the scene, only with someone else? Someone other than Prasad.

She knew the argument was weak. But it was enough. It had to be enough, because there was no way she could stop now.

Slowly, she reached out and felt for his lap. Just as slowly, she began lowering herself across it until she was completely prone, completely at his will. And as she lay there naked across his lap, she wondered again if it was Prasad. Only this time, she couldn’t deny that secretly, she was hoping it was.

She closed her already sight-deprived eyes when his hands touched her, left hand grazing lightly over her back, right hand squeezing her cheeks. She could feel his excited lund pressing against her through his pants and she wondered if it was as beautiful as Prasad’s, or if it was Prasad’s, and how long would she have to wait before it would be hers?

She gasped when the fingers slid into her wet pussy and began pumping her cunt. She could feel her pleasure mounting as he pumped her harder, harder.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Subconsciously, she knew the blows were coming, but still, they caught her off guard. She screamed out, instinctively trying to rise up from his lap. But he held her firm, quickly reinserting his fingers into her pussy. She let out an exasperated moan as the pleasure began again, supplanting the pain. This time, he worked her cunt longer, bringing her closer to release, but not nearly close enough, before . . . WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Again she screamed out. Again she tried to rise from his lap. And again he held her down firmly.

A moment passed. “On your knees,” Rehana barked out, breaking the silence.

But Mukta hesitated, not wanting the pleasure/pain to stop. “On your knees,” Rehana repeated. Slowly Mukta moved to obey.

She heard the stranger rise to his feet and move away, only to be replaced on the chair by Rehana. “Bend over my knees,” Rehana ordered.

She reached out for Rehana’s legs, her spirit uplifted thinking the pleasure/pain might continue. She was surprised to find the legs unclothed. She hesitated a moment. When Rehana didn’t immediately yell at her, she let her hand wander over her best friend’s body, finding it completely devoid of clothing.

She allowed her hands to hesitate on her friend’s big soft breasts. She swore she heard her moan as she squeezed the mounds, as she toyed with her nipples.

“That’s enough,” Rehana exclaimed, not quite as forcefully as before. “Over my lap.”

This time, Muktha quickly complied, wondering what a sight this must be for the stranger.
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WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Rehana wasted no time, lashing out quickly and firmly at the prone woman. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! This time, tears welled up in Mukta’s eyes as she screamed out.OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO!! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK
At last the attack stopped. Mukta felt Rehana’s hand return gently to her enflamed ass, rubbing it softly. “That’s what you get for spying on me the other day. And if you ever do something like that again, you’ll get more. Do you understand?”

Mukta nodded her head shakily. “Yes, ma’am,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s better,” Rehana said, slipping her fingers into Mukta’s flowing pussy.

Mukta gasped as her friend’s fingers began gliding skillfully in and out of her pussy, providing pleasure while her ass still stung with pain. “Oh yes,yesss yess oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeaaassss” she heard herself moan as the fingers continued with their task.

She heard a noise in front of her, and then felt fingers running lightly through her hair. Tentatively, Mukta lifted her right hand from the floor, reaching out to the stranger before her. She could feel that he, too, was naked as her hand slid quickly to his cock. She took hold of his weapon, stroking it gently, stretching her neck towards him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Rehana asked, temporarily stopping the assault on her pussy. “It’s not too late to stop.”

Mukta hesitated, as the true meaning of Rehana’s question sunk in – was she sure she wanted to take her son’s cock into her mouth? This, she was certain, was Rehana’s way of telling her who the stranger was, without spoiling the game. Why else would Rehana ask her that question? Why else would she offer her the opportunity to call it off?

Mukta didn’t answer Rehana. Instead, she pulled the enraged cock towards her, opening her mouth as its tip pressed against her lips, allowing her son’s cock to slide into her mouth.

In her present position – lying across Rehana’s lap – she was unable to move her head enough to give Prasad the kind of blow-job she’d like. That problem was quickly solved, however, as Prasad grabbed each side of Mukta’s head, held it firmly in place, and began slowly easing his cock into her mouth.

She felt Rehana’s fingers re-entering her pussy as Prasad slowly eased his cock out of her mouth. She lowered her hand to the floor, supporting herself as her best friend and her son worked her from both ends. Mukta struggled to keep from gagging on her son’s massive cock as he held her head firmly in place, fucking her mouth with a gradually increasing pace.



Her head was swimming as she completely surrendered to her delirious lust. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She jumped under the force of the completely unexpected attack, still in shock even as the fingers returned to her pussy.

She felt Prasad’s grip firming up on her head as his strokes took on a greater urgency. She felt the fire building within her as Rehana frantically pounded into her helpless pussy. And she felt Prasad’s body tense up as he shoved as much of his cock into her as he could, his sperm emptying into her mouth his own mother’s mouth and dripping out the corners.

And then her own orgasm crashed over her. WHACK! WHACK! In and out! Mercilessly, Rehana alternated between spanking and finger-fucking. If there weren’t a massive cock spewing it juice into her mouth, Mukta would have screamed. Instead, she nearly passed out from the overflow of emotions.

Relief finally arrived as the cock slid from her mouth, only to be patted against her lips, her cheeks, and her nose, leaving everything they touched covered with a film of cum. Finally, Prasad released her head and Rehana withdrew from her pussy. For a moment, she held her position, gasping for air. 

“Take me to bed, fuck me with that big lund please ” she said shakily when she’d recovered enough to move.


Mukta, still blindfolded, lay on her back in the middle of her king-size bed, with Rehana to her left and Prasad to her right. Her ass still ached from the beating she’d received, first from her son, then from her best friend.

She lay quietly for a while, enjoying the tingling feeling of fingers dancing lightly across her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, and around her cunt. She made no immediate move to return the pleasure, either to her son or to Rehana. Rather, she allowed them to pleasure her while she regained her composure.

It wasn’t until each of her lovers took a breast in their mouth, and Rehana’s fingers started once again working on her clit, that she began to respond. “Oh GODDDDDDDDDD,” she moaned, their assault intensifying. She marveled at the difference in touch between the woman and the man. Rehana’s mouth worked lightly, almost playfully over her breast, raking her teeth gently over the nipple, while her fingers worked a gentle magic on her clit. Prasad, meanwhile, was squeezing her breast roughly with his hand while his mouth worked hungrily on her nipple. Where Rehana was tender and patient, Prasad was rough and hurried. Together, they were reawakening her body.

Mukta squirmed under their attention, oblivious now to the throbbing of her ass. She cried out softly as they worked over her bosom. She arched her back, pressing her pussy against the probing hands.

“No!oooooooooooooooohhhhhh noooooooooooo” she said suddenly, sitting bolt upright
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“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Rehana asked, a concerned tone in her voice. 
Mukta leaned towards Rehana, feeling for her blindly, finding her. Lightly, she stroked the hair away from her best friend’s eyes, and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Nothing’s wrong,” she whispered. “Everything’s perfect.you will get that big lund in your cunt honey don’t worry your cunt will be filled

With a final quick kiss, she turned towards her son, finding him with her hands. Just as gently, she leaned in and gave him a kiss, before easing him down onto his back.

She placed her hands on his chest, pausing to admire the feel of his muscles before easing her leg over his body. With her cunt hovering over his once again erect cock, she removed her hands from his chest, took hold of his lund, and eased herself down until he was pressed against the lips of her pussy this lund was same size as Ganesh but much thicker and was filling her cunt much better and tighter then her husband ever had.

“Here we go, baby,” she said, almost in a whisper. Slowly, deliberately, she eased herself onto him, letting out a small gasp as his meat began filling her up. When she had completely engulfed him, she leaned forward until her breasts were resting on his chest, and sought out his lips with hers.

Their lips came together tenderly as he wrapped his arms around her. The gentleness of their embrace was a stark contrast to the events that had so recently transpired. As their lips lingered together, his hands wandered over her back to her buttocks. She groaned when he squeezed her, even the light squeeze bringing back painful memories. 

As their embrace continued, Mukta began slowly gyrating her hips, allowing the pleasure to build slowly. She ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed her bosom against his chest.

And slowly, the pace picked up.

As their heat began to build, she broke the kiss and pushed herself upright, allowing her hands to rest on his stomach. And as his hands found their way back to her buttocks, they picked up the pace some more.

Mukta could feel the passion building, she was shouting oooooooooooooooooooh yesssssssssss yessssssssOOOOOOOOOOOOOH goddddddddd fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee I have never had such a big lun din my cunt yessssssssssssssssssssss”the familiar pings of ecstasy building in her loins. She purred softly when his hands engulfed her breasts, throwing her head back in pleasure.

And now she was pounding her pussy onto his shaft as he arched his pelvis towards her. She reached for his chest as he pulled on her nipples. Both mother and son moaned as their orgasms neared.

When it finally engulfed her, it was like no orgasm she’d ever experienced. It was the culmination of everything that had recently transpired. It was her and her son, even though she couldn’t see him, even though he hadn’t spoken a word, and even though she couldn’t be completely positive it was he. It was the dark and mysterious journey that Rehana and this stranger – her son – had guided her on. It was her journey into the world of submission.

After she’d collapsed onto his chest, they lay as they were, both panting for breath, both overwhelmed by their respective orgasms. It was several minutes when he rolled her off of him, sat up and rose to his feet. Mukta lay on her back, trying without success to see him through the blindfold. She listened to his footsteps as he left the room, closing the bedroom door behind him. She could barely make out the sound of him fiddling around in the living room before she heard the front door slam shut. And he was gone.

There was a tear in her eye when Rehana pulled off the blindfold. She bent over and gently kissed it, before snuggling up next to her friend.

They lay together well into the night, just holding each other. Sometime before the sun came up they made slow, gentle love together, before drifting back to sleep in each other’s arms.


True to his story, Prasad didn’t arrive home the next day until just before suppertime. The girls had spent a leisurely day together, accomplishing little. The highpoint of the day had been the morning shower they shared.

Mukta was in the kitchen when she heard the door open. She turned nervously as her son strolled in. Suddenly, she panicked. How should she act with him? What if it hadn’t been him? What if . . .

“Hi mom,” Prasad said easily, as if nothing had happened.

“Hi baby. How was your weekend?” she responded, turning to pick something up from the kitchen counter.

WHACK! The slap on her ass was sudden and as hard, if not harder than the ones from the day before.

She turned to him quickly, the shock on her face obvious. But the smile on his face wiped away any doubts.

“My weekend was fucking fabulous,” he answered. 

As he turned and walked away, Mukta turned quickly towards Rehana, who just stood there and shrugged her shoulders. “Boys,” was all she said. Rehana returned to her home town after the Bangalore project got started and took over by her hubby, who got busy with the working Bangalore and her son Salman was busy with his exams, Ravi had gone out for internship from the college ,
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When she came back home she was surprised that her Sister In law Shabana Sheik was new neighbor next to her villa who had shifted recently, as her hubby had left to US on new project work, Shabana was about 5 years younger to her husband Saleem was about 43 year old was close to Rehana from the beginning of her marriage to Saleem , she was nice working lady she used to work in a bank , but she was very traditional type , used to wear only sarees mostly cotton and some times she used to wear burqa as well when ever she left the house , she used to cover her hair with the veil . She was transferred to Rehana’s city so with the help of Saleem she got the house next to Rehana , so that even Rehana had some company and Shabana will also feel at home being close to her Sister In Law, and her son, Azmath. He was not good in studies so after his 12 the he discontinued his studies and started his own electronic shop, where he used to sell electronic items like TV, Mobiles, Laptops etc Now when Shabana became her neighbor Rehana was frequently getting together for shopping, dinners, and movies. 

At one of her frequent outings with Shabana, Rehana mentioned that she was planning to replace the old television, Air conditioners and even the music system and she had some trouble with her lap top as well. She had gotten proposals and quotes from various professional repairers, but the quotes were ridiculously high. Shabana mentioned that Azmath would be happy to do the job for her and would certainly charge less than those other crooks. When Shabana got home later that evening, she discussed the idea with Azmath. He agreed, saying he could start the following Saturday.

It had taken nearly the entire day to clean up and remove the old Air conditioners and the electrical wiring of the old Telvison and do the new wiring work ,Tomorrow he would return and arrange the new wiring and other electrical works and installation of new systems. It looked good. Azmath was pleased with his progress. 

Azmath was eighteen years of age, stood 5'10'' tall and weighed in at a solid 78 Kgs. He had curly black hair and was the reason his mom had married at such a young age. 

As Azmath was finishing up for the day, Rehana popped her head out the back door. "Could I interest you in a Coke or a sandwich, Azmath?"

"I'd love a Coke, Rehana Aunty, but I'll pass on the sandwich." 

"Coming right up." Rehana nodded and disappeared back inside. Azmath stared after her dreamily. She may be older,she may be her mother’s brothers’ wife his own uncles’ wife and his aunty he thought, but you could never tell by looking at her. She had been prancing around all day in a pair of blue kameez and a white salwar the kameez was tight on her big boobs showing the clear stripes of her bra and the big neck showing lot more of her fair soft cleavage then required and the salwar was tight which did little to hide her obvious attributes. It was a wonder she didn't realize the affect she was having on him.

Truth was Azmath didn't realize the affect he was having on Rehana. Rehana had known Azmath, for almost his child birth. In that time, she'd never viewed him as anything other than Shabana's kid. He was certainly cute, not to mention well built, but he was just 18. He was the same age as her son salman and one year younger to her latest lover Prasad. Today, however, things were different. Today Rehana saw a strong, well built young man, toiling in the heat, body glistening in sweat. Seeing him shirtless, muscles rippling, it was almost more than she could handle. Despite feeling odd about her feelings, she had been unable to avoid finding excuses to watch him work.

Rehana returned shortly with a glass of wine for herself and a Coke for Azmath and joined him at the table on the deck. "You got a lot done today, Azmath. It really looks great."

"Thanks." Azmath found it difficult to avoid staring at her. He found himself fidgeting in his seat in an attempt to conceal his growing hard on.

"Do you think you'll finish up tomorrow?" She didn't know what was coming over her, but this boy was having an effect on her that she didn't entirely understand. Rehana noticed Azmath's apparent uneasiness. Could it be that this young stud found her, 20 years his senior, attractive? She was aware of a tingling sensation emanating from between her legs, and could feel her juices start to flow. 

"Sure, Rehana Aunty, I plan on starting around 10:00 AM and should be all done by 2:00, if that's okay."

"That would be perfect, Azmath. I plan on being home all day tomorrow. Do you have everything you need?"

"Yes. I'm all set. All the new systems will be delivered by 9 am and installation will take about three hours, I should be on my way," Azmath said as he finished his Coke. If he didn't leave soon, he was sure he'd burst his shorts open. "See you tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll walk with you as far as the gate." Azmath rose uncomfortably, trying to conceal his hard on. Rehana was right behind him as he headed for the gate. When they reached the gate, Rehana stumbled and fell into Azmath, mashing her big tits against his arm and inadvertently brushing her hand between his legs. There was no mistaking his firmness.

They made their way silently to the gate and parted ways. Azmath couldn't wait to reach his bedroom. He needed some major relief, and fast.

Azmath had no sooner reached his room when he stopped suddenly. "Damn, I forgot my wallet and bike keys." He certainly couldn't leave them, but he didn't really think he was up to facing his aunt again. "Well, I can always sneak in the back gate and get them without bothering her," he said out loud.

He quickly retraced his steps, quietly entering the back gate and heading for the table where he left his stuff. He was just turning to leave when he heard some noises. It almost sounded like someone screaming and it seemed to be coming from the house. Worried for Rehana's safety, Azmath eased quietly to a partly opened window and peered inside.
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What he saw was the most amazing sight he had seen in his young life. There, right before his very eyes, lay his sexy aunty Rehana, sprawled out on her bed, fully naked with one hand massaging the most gorgeous fair and big tits he had ever seen and the other frantically working her clit.

Azmath controlled his first reaction, which was to scream and make a run for it. One quick look around reassured him that, in the privacy of Rehana's back yard, no one would see him. He immediately dropped his shorts and went to work on his massive boner, unable to divert his eyes from the heavenly body laid open before him. He stroked himself as she massaged first one tit, then the other, as she spread her legs wide to accommodate both her hands, as she thrust her hips skyward to meet her fingers as they dug deeply into her cunt. He shot his cum on the side of the house as he heard her scream his name “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooh AZMATHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee yesssssssssssssss fuck my cuntttttt”, and watched as she bucked wildly on the bed before letting out a final gasp and collapsing. He nearly collapsed himself. Quickly regaining his composure, he took one last look inside at the goddess lying limp upon the bed before him, gathered up his shorts and took off for home. That night, Azmath lay in bed reliving the afternoon's events. It occurred to him that, for some reason, he had been responsible for his aunt Rehana's arousal. That he had been the object of her sexual fantasy seemed obvious. Something about him, or something he had done, had sent her racing for sexual release immediately after he had left. He wondered. Would it happen again? Could it happen again? He made up his mind then and there that, if the opportunity arose again, things would unfold differently for both of them.

While dressing the next morning, it crossed Azmath's mind that he should be nervous, uncomfortable with what he had seen, with how he felt, with what he hoped to do. He wasn't. Azmath had been with girls before. Women no, but girls his own age, yes. He was not wholly inexperienced in the art of love. He was in control of himself and had no doubt that, given the chance, he could handle his aunt Rehana. Handle Rehana. If this day brought a repeat of yesterday's extra-curricular activity, he intended to seize the moment.

Rehana awoke the next morning with a rush of emotions. She knew that yesterday's emotional roller-coaster ride was wrong. She was too old to be harboring such feelings toward Azmath. He was her best friend's son he was his Sister in laws son, he was as old as her own son. She prayed that, somehow, she could control herself today, that she could put their relationship back on the level it belonged, that she could somehow overcome her body's betrayal. This is all because of Amit he had changed her for ever ,now after having fucked by Amit, then by Ravi, recently by new lover Prasad, she wanted sex every day and she cannot get it from her husband and even her son was not there ,she just cannot go out and get from any tom dick and harry as her social status was at stake, she needed sex that’s all but she was aware of the situation. 

Azmath arrived at precisely 10 o'clock, let himself in the back gate and went right to work. 

"Good morning, Azmath," he heard her shout. He stopped what he was doing, turned and spotted her on the deck. She was dressed in the same blue kameez deep neck and tight on her body, with no bra. Not much in the way of modesty, he thought, as he remembered her spread-eagled on her bed, her fingers crammed up her cunt, calling out his name. "Good morning, Rehana . You're looking good this morning."

"Why thank you, Azmath. Is there anything I can get for you?"

"Not at the moment, thanks. Maybe later, though."

"Okay. Just shout if you need anything." She disappeared inside the back door. Funny, she thought to herself, but he'd never called her by her first name before he always called aunty . Nor had he ever complimented her on her looks. She smiled to herself as she felt that familiar tingling sensation building in her loins. "Stop it," she said out loud. "I'm not going down that road again." She tried to get her feelings under control as she went about her household chores, but she kept finding herself at the bedroom door staring at him fixing the new air conditioner. Or out back, doing one non-important task or another, stealing a glance his way whenever she thought he wasn't looking. She was beginning to feel like a high college girl with a crush on someone.

Azmath had everything finished and cleaned up by 2:30. He went to the back door and looked inside. "All done Rehana aunty. Do you want to take a look?"

"I'll be right there," she her responded.

She met him in the bedroom then saw the living room. "It looks great, Azmath. You sure did a good job. Have a seat on the deck I run inside and get your money. Could I interest you in a coke or something?"

You could interest me in something, he thought, but answered "A coke would be great, if you have one, why do you have to pay me aunty "
Rehana Said “ I know I need not pay but do you get the new air conditioner, LED TV for free I have to pay for that is it not”

He took a seat at the table and waited. "I hope you don't mind a check" she said as she returned from the house. She handed him his check and the coke, then disappeared back inside the house. She reappeared moments later with a glass of wine and sat down across from him. They talked for a while about nothing in particular, but Azmath found it difficult to concentrate. His gaze kept returning to the slow, rhythmic rising of her big boobs in her in the deep neck kameez which was bit low neck and bit transparent, and the nipples, which showed through unmistakably.

It had been impossible for Rehana not to notice Azmath's preoccupation with her breasts. She realized that, given the circumstances, her choice of clothing that morning hadn't been the best. She may have sensed the effect she was having on Azmath, but she knew the effect he was having on her.

After he finished his coke, Azmath rose from his chair. "Well, I've got to run now. Thanks again for the job, Rehana aunty. If there's anything you need done in the future, just let me know." With that, he collected his things, except for his bike keys and wallet, which he conveniently forgot, and headed out the gate.

The moment Azmath left Rehana was through the back door and headed for the bedroom. Her kameez was off before she was two steps into the house, discarded on the living room floor. The next thing she knew, she was lying face up on her bed, her right hand squeezing her big soft breasts, her left hand shoved down her salwar. Part of her was trying to figure out what was going on with her. She couldn't explain how he could have this effect on her. Maybe it was because she hadn't been with anyone for the last month after she left Bangalore and Prasad her husband Saleem was also not there. Maybe it was some strange hormonal imbalance. Whatever it was, it was beyond her control. It had taken all her will power not to jump his bones earlier. She was not going to be denied her release now.

She reluctantly removed her hands from her their current pleasure, and sent them to free her entrapped cunt. Quickly, the snap on her salwar was released and the salwar was down. Placing her thumbs inside her panties, she quickly removed these final obstacles, kicking them across the room. She closed her eyes and returned her hands to their previous positions, moving gentler now, slower, enjoying the sexual fire building within her. Slowly, but with certainty, her fingers moved to ensnare her clitoris. Her right hand reluctantly relented in its attack on her bosom, and redirected its attention to the depths of her enflamed pussy. With one hand on her love button and one attacking her cunt, she moved swiftly and decisively towards what was certain to be a massive orgasm. Dreamily, she opened her eyes. To her surprise, there was Azmath, sitting above her on the bed, staring intently at her. She screamed his name “ what the hell you are doing here in my bed room Azmath”and moved to cover herself. But just then, her body betrayed her, exploding into orgasm.
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"Oh, shit! I'm coming, I'm coming,OOOOOOOOOH noaaaaaaaa I am cumiinggggg" she screamed, closing her eyes. Her hands shot instantly back to her cunt, renewing their effort with a relentless attack. She kept up this attack as her hips thrust skyward to meet her hands. "Oh Azmath," she screamed as wave after wave engulfed her, carrying her swiftly and deliberately to Nirvana. Finally, her orgasms started to subside. After several moments, exactly how long she couldn't tell, she started to regain her composure. When she finally realized where she was, and what had just happened, she opened her eyes. Where was Azmath? No longer was he towering over her. Had it all been just been a dream? Had it all been just a fabulous, naughty dream?


Then, she felt him. She arched her neck and looked between her legs. There he was. "Oh, Azmath," she cried out. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what's come over me. I'm so ashamed, Azmath." She tried to sit up, when, suddenly, she felt Azmath's tongue licking the juices off of her inner thighs. She felt his soft, tender kisses moving slowly toward the heart of her cunt. She tried once again to sit up, but Azmath gently pushed her back down. She was powerless to resist him. His tongue continued its march towards her center, kissing her right thigh, gently nibbling her left, until finally reaching its goal.

"Azmath, what are you doing? Please stop, Azmath. Azmath?this is not correct you cannot do this to me please stop" His tongue dove deep inside her pussy, lapping up the juices that had only recently stopped flowing from her body. She felt the fires of lust re-igniting.

"Azmath? Ohhhhhhh yes! Ohhhhhh yes, Azmath! Oh please don't stop, Azmath. Eat me Azmath! Eat my pussy! Oh, yes.please go one lick me eat my pussy yesssssss" She couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't believe it was her telling him to eat her pussy. Oh god, it felt so good. 

Azmath moved upwards and began sucking on Rehana's love button, sending shivers through her entire body. She clutched madly at her big breasts, mashing them into her body, screaming out Azmath's name. He inserted a finger into her juicy, wet cut. Then two fingers, then three. She bucked her hips wildly as her body neared another orgasm.

"Oh, Azmath, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, Azmath. Oh fuck, I'm cumming, AzmathYesssssssssssssssssssss yesssssssssssssss." Rehana continued to thrash on the bed as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. Finally, it was over. She had never climaxed like that for almost a month after she had fucked Prasad.

She opened her eyes slowly, dreamily. Azmath lay beside her now, with her pussy juices smeared all over his face. He smiled at her, but said nothing. She looked deeply into his eyes. "Oh, Azmath, this is so wrong.we must not do this please" She pushed him gently onto his back and laid her head on his shoulder. Her fingers wandered slowly, aimlessly over his chest. She lifted her head, looked at him closely, bent over and kissed him lightly on the lips. She kissed him again, this time opening her mouth, seeking out his tongue with hers, and finding it. She tasted herself on him, and liked what she tasted. Slowly her hand wandered down to his crotch, still encased in his work shorts.

Having regained some of her strength, Rehana swung her legs off the side of the bed and dropped to her knees on the floor. She took his hands and pulled him to his feet in front of her. No resistance was offered. She couldn't believe what was happening. Couldn't believe she was about to take Azmath's cock into her mouth. But she knew that she would. Somehow, she knew that she must. 

She reached for his shorts and very slowly slid them down over his hips. It was like opening a present. Then, at last, it was free, standing straight and proud before her. It was more than she had hoped for. More than she had dreamed of. She discarded his shorts and raised her hands to encase her trophy. She cupped his balls gently in her left hand, then, tenderly, stroked his rigid length is her right.

Slowly, gently she rubbed him. She leaned in to kiss it, lightly on the head at first, then taking the head briefly into her mouth. She circled its eye with her tongue, clearly enjoying the feast before her.

Azmath gently stroked her hair. "Do you like it? "he asks.

"Oh yes," she purrs quietly.

"Do you want it?"

"Oh, yes."

"Then take it," he urged. "Take it like you mean it. Take it hard! Take it all!take my lund fully Aunty "

She grabbed his ass, one cheek in each hand, and pulled him into her. She took him deep. She took all of him. Her tongue bathed his cock as she took him. Over and over, in and out she took him, until finally he could take it no more.

"I'm coming," he gasped. "Oh Godd, here it comes." With that, he began pumping his sperm into her mouth. She took it all, but he kept coming. Finally, as she could swallow no more, his stream subsided, the final spurts trickling out of the edges of her mouth. She released his organ from her mouth and lapped up what she could.

She lifted her head and looked up at him, seeking his approval. He smiled at her. Gently, Azmath lifted Rehana to her feet. He took her in his arms and rocked her gently. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her tenderly. She melted into his arms as they tumbled back onto the bed.

Rehana came to rest on Azmath, her legs straddling his right leg, her right breast pressed against his chest. She supported her weight on her elbows as she stared into his eyes.

"I don't know what's come over me, Azmath. Part of me is ashamed of how I've been feeling, but I just can't help it," she began. "I've never behaved like this before. I've never had such powerful feelings about any man before. Never before have I felt the animal passion that I felt today with you. I liked it, Azmath. I liked it and I want it again. Can you understand that, your lund is so hard so young and long so thick ?"

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Rehana aunty, and nothing to explain. What just happened between us was a beautiful, erotic experience. It's a memory I'll cherish as long as I live. And I, too, want it to happen again." He grinned mischievously. "Maybe I can find out just how deep your animal passions run.You are so sexy and so beautiful "She smiles. "Your wish is my command, oh master." The look of lust in her eyes was unmistakable.

There was silence as Azmath reached up to stroke her hair from her face. God, she was beautiful, he thought, as he felt that familiar urge beginning to build in his dick.
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Rehana felt it, also. She brushed his face with her right hand and leaned in to kiss him. Their lips met and opened to engulf each other. Their tongues danced crazily, while their hands began to explore each other's body. Azmath rolled her onto her back, released his lips from hers, and sent them to attack her large, excited nipples. She moaned in pleasure as he bit lightly on first one nipple, then the other. She raked her finger nails across his back as he pressed her mounds together, taking both nipples in his mouth together. She bucked her hips madly into his as he began to kiss her belly, moving slowly, but deftly towards her screaming pussy.

"Oh, no you don't," she gasped, rolling him onto his back. She looked into his eyes. He never imagined that someone could experience the level of pure animal lust that was so apparent in her eyes. She rose to her knees and straddled him, her pussy already dripping, crying out for release. She needed him. She needed him inside her, now.


She rose above him, hesitating while she positioned his pulsing member at the gate of her cunt. She plunged down upon him. He gasped. She moaned “oooooooooooooooooooooh yessssssss so big so tight in my cunt yesssssssssssssss ooooooooooooh you are so thick my cunt needed so badly ooooooooooh godddd fuckkkkkkkkkk”. She pounded herself upon him. Up and down, over and over. She grabbed her tits and mashed them into her chest. She was now fucking him from the top her pussy was so tightly feeling his big thick lund

"Oh shit. I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh shit I cannot control I am cooing again maderchodddddddddd bosdikey chinalkey ." Her body began to shake as the violent throws of her orgasm over took her. Just as she was approaching her peak, Azmath's body clenched as he fired his hips up to meet hers. Together they came in a flood of juices. Finally spent, Rehana collapsed on top of Azmath. They held each other tight while their bodies subsided. At last it was over.

Azmath rolled her onto her back and stood up. He stared down at her and smiled. "I have to go," he said. "If I don't leave now, I may never leave." He leaned over and kissed her, softly, his tongue dancing gently with hers. "I'll let myself out. Please, stay just as you are. I don't ever want to forget how you look right now."

He threw on his shorts, grabbed his shirt, and headed for the door. Out on the porch, Azmath couldn't resist one last look, so he headed for the bedroom window. Looking in, he saw Rehana, just as he left her, only her fingers had once again found their way to her pussy, where they slowly and softly massaged her swollen lips.

Azmath shook his head, turned, and headed for home. This had certainly been a weekend to remember. He wondered what the coming weeks and months had in store. 

All throughout the long, endless day, Azmath’s mind wandered back to the events of the preceding day. He thought of Rehana, dressed in her deep neck and revealing blouse. He thought of her lying on her bed, hands busily exploring the most intimate nooks and crannies of her body as he watched through the window. He thought of the taste of her juices as they flowed from her pussy, and of her mouth as it danced on his cock, sucking him to the very gates of heaven. And he thought of her sitting on his erection, driving them both to orgasm, her beautiful breasts bouncing above him. And he wondered how she felt today, whether she would have second thoughts about a relationship with a boy so much younger than herself, as young as her son and related to her so closely.

She had left a message on his cell phone for him. She needed to talk to him and wanted to see him that evening. He needed to talk to her as well. But he did not intend to let her get away, however she might feel. Yesterday had been an explosion of eroticism, and he wanted more. Azmath got to Rehana’s around 5:30 that evening. He knocked on the door and waited. The door swung open. There stood Rehana, an uneasy smile on her face. For several moments they stood there, as time seemed to stand still. “Hello Azmath,” she said uneasily. “Please come in. I’m glad you could come I needed you badly ”

He entered her home as she carefully closed and locked the door behind him. He turned and looked at her as she stood, back pressed firmly to the door. In that moment he knew, for the look in her eyes said more than words ever could. He moved slowly towards her. He stopped inches from her, took her face between his two hands and gently kissed her. His lips retreated and their eyes locked together.

Suddenly, it was like the dam had burst open. She threw herself at him with such force that they both toppled to the floor. They rolled about on the living room carpet, madly ripping at each other’s clothes. He freed her breasts from their constraints of her blouse and attacked them with his hands and his mouth, tugging on her erect nipples, kissing them, biting on them. Quickly, they discarded each other’s remaining clothing. He moved his right hand to her already flowing pussy. She pushed him off of her and onto his back. Kneeling, she turned to take his pounding penis in her mouth, swinging her leg around so she was straddling his face. He raised his head to meet her neatly trimmed pussy, sending his tongue darting in and out of her like a tiny little penis, as she worked her tongue lovingly around the head of his cock. He massaged her butt cheeks and sucked on her clit as her head bobbed madly on his lowda. He felt her body tensing as he neared his own orgasm. She shuddered, and he could taste her orgasm, even as he began flooding her mouth with his cum.

Finally, it subsided. They lay there for several minutes, neither wishing to move their head form its heavenly surrounding. Finally, he rolled her over and turned so they were face to face. She ran her fingers through his hair and lightly traced her fingers across his chest. “You wanted to talk to me?” Azmath finally said.

“I think you just answered my questions, sir,” she giggled as she snuggled closer to him.

“I’m famished,” Azmath said suddenly. “How about you take me out to dinner?”

She jerked her head to look at him. “No way, buster. You’re staying right here so I can fuck your brains out."
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“They’ll be time enough for that later. Right now, though, it’s time to eat. I’m going to need all my energy if I’m going to keep up with you.”

Rehana hesitated “I’m not sure how to ask this, Azmath, but does this mean our relationship is to be public knowledge?” she questioned.

“To be honest, I don’t know if I’m ready to deal with that just yet. For tonight, let’s just say you’re buying me dinner because my mom’s out of town for the week and because I did such a bang up job for you this weekend, ”

Rehana hit him playfully. “What do you mean, your mom’s out of town for the week?” Azmath told Rehana about his mom’s trip to Chennai, and that she wouldn’t be home until Thursday morning.

“Then you’re staying with me this week. And you’re right. You will need your strength,” she smiled. “Alright, where do you want to go,” she said.

“I know just the place,” Azmath responded with a grin. “Say, do you happen to have a sexy saree on I love women in saree?”

“Yes,” she slowly responded, a questioning look in her eyes.

“Good. Wear it, and you won’t need any panties,” he grinned mischievously. “Now get going before I starve.”

“Yes, sir,” she said as she hopped to her feet. “Might I ask what you’re up to?”

“No! Now get moving.” With that, she headed for the bedroom, pausing to pick up her cast aside clothing, bending deeply at the waist, her ass and pussy intentionally directed in Azmath’s direction. Azmath threw his salwar at her. ”Hurry up.”

They got ready quickly, cleaning up just enough to not smell of each other’s sex. When they were ready to leave, Rehana tossed Azmath the keys. “You drive.”

It took only a few minutes to reach their destination, a local Chinese restaurant called Little China. Little China served good food, especially noddles, and had a nice cozy atmosphere, dimly lit, with red and white tablecloths on the tables. Azmath requested an out of the way booth in the back corner. This particular booth would only be visible to a fraction of the other tables. He seated Rehana first, sliding her so that she was facing out, with the table and tablecloth between her and the rest of the restaurant. 
They each ordered iced tea, and the waiter departed, giving them time to review the menu. Rehana looked at Azmath. “What are we going to do, stuck way back here in the corner? You’re not planning to take advantage of me, are you?”

Azmath moved closer, sliding his hand in the slit of her saree and he inserted his hand over her tummy then pushed the saree little bit away and pushed his hands inside the petticoat she was not wearing any panty as he had asked her and rubbing the inside of her thighs. Purring softly, Rehana spread her legs, allowing Azmath better access to her hidden gems. He removed his hand as the waiter returned. They quickly decided on a chicken, spring rolls and two salads, and the waiter again left them in peace.
Azmath slid the table closer to Rehana, better concealing the target of his desires. He turned toward her, reached under the table and freed the string of her petticoat and loosened the saree from her tummy. As if in retaliation, she reached between his legs, grabbed his cock, and squeezed. Briefly, their eyes met, before Azmath returned his attention to her saree pulled to down along with the petticoat till it was on the floor under the table, leaving her fully naked from the waist down, protected only by the table and tablecloth in front of her. She shuddered involuntarily and squeezed his vulnerable lund. He tenderly massaged her thighs, moving deftly towards her center. She parted her legs, allowing him complete access. He massaged her love button, sending shivers up and down her spine. She closed her eyes momentarily and moaned as he continued his assault, rocking her pelvis in rhythm with his hand.

He eased his hand away from her, startling her. She looked at him, and followed his glance to see the waiter returning with their order. She released her grip on him and sat tensely as the waiter delivered their food. As soon as the waiter turned his back, Azmath’s hand returned to her pussy, this time entering its depth with two fingers. She gasped out loud, causing the waiter to turn. She managed a smile and he walked away.

“Would you care for some spring roll?” Azmath asked.

“You bastard,” she replied. “He almost caught us.” But the lust in her eyes betrayed her. 

Azmath served up the spring roll and they ate, sharing causal conversation. Occasionally, he would reach over and caress her pussy, once sucking his juice coated finger in his mouth, another time offering his fingers to her lips. She looked at the fingers silently, then at Azmath. She took his fingers in her mouth and sucked, tasting her own juices, never taking her eyes off Azmath.

After they finished eating, Rehana took matters into her own hands. Slowly, sensually, she massaged her cunt while Azmath watched. Slowly, she allowed her fingers to enter her, in and out, harder now. Her gaze never strayed from Azmath. She felt like a total slut, but it felt so good. Spreading her legs wide, she leaned back as much as she dared and continued to pump her pussy. Slowly, she picked up the speed and intensity of her assault, moaning softly, until finally, her body stiffened as her orgasm swept over her.

Before she’d completely regained her composure, Azmath nudged her under the table. She looked up in time to see a pretty young woman Azmath’s age approaching the table. “Hello Jhanvi,” Azmath said. “What brings you out this evening?”

“Hi, Azmath,” she says as she sits down opposite of Azmath, next to Rehana. She looked at Rehana, then back at Azmath. “I see your taste in women has improved.” Rehana blushed noticeably as she tried to cover her nakedness. She was able to cover herself partly with the left her left thigh with the saree, but Jhanvi had sat on the saree which was partly fallen on the next chair edge, leaving her exposed.

“Oh, excuse me, Jhanvi. This is Rehana Khan, my aunty, my mother's elder brother's wife. I just fitted new air conditioner for her and she’s buying me dinner while my mom’s out of town as a way of saying thanks. Jhanvi’s a classmate of mine, Rehana Aunty. 

“Hi, Rehana aunty,” Jhanvi says. “It’s nice of you to take care of Azmath like that,”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jhanvi.” 

Jhanvi looked into the older woman’s eyes, and then allowed her gaze to drift slowly down to her lap, where they hovered momentarily. A knowing smile crossed her face as she licked her lips and looked back up into Rehana’s eyes. “It seems like Azmath’s getting his dessert early this evening. It certainly does look sweet. I’ll bet it could tempt just about anyone.”
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Realizing that their cover was blown, Azmath decided he might as well see how far things would go. Smiling at Jhanvi, he reached down and pulled back the left side of Rehana’s thigh which was covered by the saree, once again leaving her naked and exposed from the waist down. He reached his hand between her legs and began slowly massaging her pussy, as she involuntarily parted her legs. “Maybe you’d like to try it?” he said.

“Mmm,” Jhanvi said. “You wouldn’t mind would you, Azmath?”

“Not at all,” he said. “You wouldn’t mind, would you, Rehana aunty?”

Rehana just sat there, unable to say a word, and unable to move. She listened as they discussed her as if she were just a toy for their amusement. But she could feel the excitement growing within her as Azmath continued massaging her already dripping pussy.

After one final thrust, Azmath removed his hand, as Jhanvi’s hand slid over her thigh and between her legs to replace it. Gently, knowingly, she massaged Rehana’s clit. Rehana gasped, closing her eyes, being touched by a woman of that age she had sanjana the security officer inspector then her friend Mukta but this young age women for the first time. Oh god, she thought as she felt the pleasure building. Jhanvi lowered her fingers, sliding them into her flowing cunt. In and out her fingers went, unrelenting, driving deep into her cunt; bringing Rehana right to the brink of orgasm.

Then she withdrew her hand. Rehana snapped open her eyes and looked to Jhanvi, desperation in her eyes.

Jhanvi stared at Rehana, doing nothing. “Please, don’t stop,pleasee” Rehana whispered.

Jhanvi smiled at the lust filled eyes of the older woman, before reinserting her fingers into her slutty pussy. Rehana felt her lust build as Jhanvi renewed her assault. Frantically, Rehana raised her hips to meet the attacking fingers, feeling her orgasm building. “Oh shit,” she said as she tried to control herself, only vaguely aware of being in a restaurant, of potentially being on public display.

“Oh shit, I’m coming,yessssssssssssssss I am coming agaiannnnnnnnnnnnnnn yessssssss” she gasped as she was overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasure. 

When it was over, Rehana slumped back her seat, her sense of awareness gradually returning. “She has a very fine pussy,” she heard Jhanvi say to Azmath. “You’re a lucky man.”

There was a moment of silence. “Well, I guess I should get back to my boyfriend,” Jhanvi said. “He got really turned on watching Rehana masturbate. I bet he’s ready to fuck my brains out by now.” 

“Your boyfriend saw?” Rehana gasped as she looked around the restaurant. Her gaze finally settled on a young man, sitting alone, staring at her, with a huge grin on his face. Jhanvi leaned over and kissed Rehana on the lips, darting her tongue briefly into her mouth, before rising from her seat and returning to her table.

As soon as Jhanvi left, Rehana turned to Azmath. “Please take me home now,” she said to Azmath. “The sooner I get your gorgeous un cut cock inside me, the better.”

She pulled her petticoat and the saree back to her waist and some money from his wallet and tossed it on the table. He smiled at her. “I thought you were buying dinner tonight.”

“Shut up and get going,” was all she said. 

The drive home was done in silence. As Azmath turned onto their street, Rehana pulled the saree over her waist and the blouse was unhooked with the bra unclasped and pulled over her head, leaving her clad in shoes only. As he was turning into her driveway, she had his pants unbuckled. Before the car was completely inside the garage, she hit the button to close the door. As Azmath put the car in park and turned off the ignition, she had reclined her seat back and was pulling him on top of her. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me right now you maderchod bosdikey made me so Horney in there.” She pushed his pants down as far as she could reach.

Azmath slid her up the seat back, giving him room to get between her legs. With one quick move, he rammed home his throbbing big lund. After the activities at the restaurant, he was more than ready for release. She arched her back, thrusting her hips up to meet him. Their lovemaking was intense and passionate; their state of arousal ensuring that it would not be long lasting. “Oh yes, fuck me, Azmath, fuck me,fuck me with that big uncut lund of yours yesssssssss fuck me harder yesOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH” Rehana screamed. “Oh yes, just like that. Azmath, don’t stop. I’m coming, Azmath. Oh God fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ooooooooooooooooh yessssssssssssssst, here I come.” Her body shock as she clutched at Azmath with all her strength. 
“Oh Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, Rehana. Here I come.” Together, their bodies exploded. Azmath had completely shot his load before Rehana began to quiet down. When it was finally over, they lay there for some time, both totally spent, Rehana’s hair looking as if it had been through a storm. “Come on, Rehana. Let’s go inside,” Azmath said at last.

He struggled out of the passenger side of the car, with his pants around his ankles. He quickly discarded his pants and helped Rehana out. Leaving their clothing where it lay, they moved into the house. “I’m getting a glass of wine, Azmath. Would you like one?”
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