Mom and Balloon man
#21
This is a ver hot story, I've read this story a long time age ( almost 14 or 15 years back). Thanks for posting this again.
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#22
Hi guys shall I continue the story for you guys but I need support before that
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#23
(12-09-2024, 10:44 PM)RowdyRathorehi Wrote: Hi guys shall I continue the story for you guys but I need support before that


Yes.
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I have changed names of some



The party was in full swing, and laughter filled the air. Guests milled about, chatting and sipping drinks. The music played softly in the background, and a colorful array of decorations brightened the spacious hall. The atmosphere was festive, but one moment threatened to change everything.
Anjali entered the room, her presence commanding attention. She was a high-class divorcee, known for her elegance, and she had just one son, Aarav, who was now a grumpy teenager. Aarav had never liked his mother’s new boyfriend, a balloon seller named Raju, who was not exactly a match for her in looks or stature. With his scruffy appearance and humble profession, Raju seemed out of place among the elite guests.
As the evening went on, Anjali found herself chatting and laughing with her friends, trying to forget about her awkward relationship. But soon enough, Raju arrived with a bunch of brightly colored balloons—purple, green, and gold—floating above his head like he had just stepped out of a carnival. The balloons made him slightly more interesting, at least for a moment.
“Look who’s here!” Anjali said with a forced smile as she spotted Raju. She tried to maintain her composure while Aarav groaned, mortified by his mother’s boyfriend. “Why does he have to come?” Aarav whispered to himself.
As the party reached its peak, Raju and Anjali began to get lost in the moment. The music changed to a romantic tune, and with a mischievous grin, Raju took Anjali's hand, pulling her towards the dance floor. She hesitated but then let herself be led, snippets of laughter spilling from her lips.
The guests watched as Raju wrapped his arms around Anjali, their bodies swaying to the beat. He leaned down to whisper something silly in her ear, and she burst into laughter, leaning back against him, fully enjoying the moment. Aarav couldn’t bear to watch; it was too embarrassing. He turned his back on the dance floor, trying to block out the sight of his mother dancing with someone he considered beneath her.
But the show was just getting started. Raju, in a spontaneous display of affection, swooped down and planted a kiss on Anjali’s cheek. She blushed, giggling like a collegegirl. Seeing this, the guests erupted in cheers and laughter. “Look at them!” someone called out. “What a couple!”
Aarav felt his face go hot with anger and humiliation. Did they have to make such a scene? Even his father, who had come to the party looking dapper and collected, stood nearby with his jaw dropping in disbelief.
Then came the unexpected moment that sealed the unfortunate fate of the evening. Raju, emboldened by the laughter of the crowd, suddenly swept Anjali into his arms, holding her like a princess. The guests squealed in delight, taking pictures and cheering. Anjali, caught up in the spirit of the night, wrapped her arms around Raju’s neck and giggled uncontrollably.
But the laughter was cut short as Anjali’s ex-husband, Raj, tried to interject. “This is ridiculous! You can’t just—” he started, but his words fell flat against the joyous energy of the party. Raju, caught up in the moment, turned to Raj, grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh, come on! You just need to learn how to have fun!” he said, holding Anjali tighter as they twirled around. The sight was more than Raj could handle. He felt a surge of jealousy and anger.
The room filled with a mix of laughter and shocked silence. Aarav felt a bitter pang in his heart, filled with disdain for the entire situation. Why couldn’t his mom choose someone better? Hadn’t she been through enough already?
As the music played and Raju pulled Anjali in for yet another kiss, one guest shouted, “Kiss her again!” The crowd roared with delight, and Raju pulled Anjali closer, the two of them sharing a playful, smirking kiss that looked a little too passionate for the room's taste.
Raj, unable to take it anymore, stormed away to the side, his face flushed with anger. The contrast between the two men was stark; Raju, the carefree balloon seller, and Raj, the sophisticated businessman, each representing different worlds that collided horribly that evening.
Aarav finally decided he had enough. He walked over to his mom, ready to pull her away from the ridiculous spectacle. As he approached, he heard Raju whisper something sweet yet silly in Anjali's ear, making her giggle once more. Aarav couldn’t take it anymore. “Mom!” he shouted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and desperation. “Can we please go home?”
Anjali finally noticed her son, a wide grin on her face. “Just a moment, Aarav! We’re having fun!” But she could see her son’s discomfort and reluctantly pulled away from Raju.
Raju winked at Aarav, holding up a balloon playfully. “Don’t you want a balloon, buddy?” he called out, but Aarav turned his back, wanting to disappear into thin air.
Anjali tried to calm Aarav down as they stepped away from the dance floor, but all she could think about was how the evening had unfolded. The laughter, the joy, and the unexpected twists had created a night she would never forget, although Aarav wished he could erase it from memory.
As the party continued, the colors of the balloons danced in the dim light, a reminder of the night’s outrageous celebration—and the unlikely romance blooming before everyone’s eyes.



But the night wasn't done just yet. A gentle hush fell over the room as Ayesha's grandmother stood up, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have the most delightful news!” she announced. The room fell silent; all eyes turned toward her. “We are here to celebrate Ayesha's new chapter in life, and what could be more splendid than a wedding announcement?”
Gasps and murmurs swept through the crowd as Ayesha’s heart raced with both joy and shock. “Wait, what?” even Ayesha managed to stammer, her eyes darting between her grandmother and Raj.
“Yes! I declare that Anjali and Raju will be getting married!” Arrav grandmother proclaimed, eyes shining with delight. Raj expression morphed from anger to disbelief. “All assets will be transferred to my lovely daughter,” grandfather chimed in, sealing the deal with a flourish.
There was an uproar in the room, laughter bubbling over, shock mingling with excitement. Vikram balled his fists at his sides, rage burning deep within him, but he couldn’t change the course of what was happening.
Aman stood aside, eyes wide with confusion and anger, watching as the party turned into a celebration of his mother’s unconventional choices. Cuddling and kisses shared between Anjali and Raju became the talk of the evening, and he felt slighted as his world shifted beneath him.
As the dancing resumed, Raju took Anjalai’s hand, twirling her and pulling her into a tight embrace. “I can’t believe this is happening!” she breathed, laughing at the spontaneity of it all. They danced under the twinkling lights, lost in the moment, while raj watched with simmering disappointment, knowing he had lost not just a wife but the comfort of the life he knew.
Anjali relished the freedom, and as she danced with Raju, she felt
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(13-09-2024, 09:38 PM)RowdyRathorehi Wrote: I have changed names of some


The party was in full swing, and laughter filled the air. Guests milled about, chatting and sipping drinks. The music played softly in the background, and a colorful array of decorations brightened the spacious hall. The atmosphere was festive, but one moment threatened to change everything.

Nice, but could have been more intimate scenes I feel.
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#26
All tease part are little bit of teasing to make this story little progress to some after this will have some intimacy
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As the night went on, the dance floor became more and more crowded, but Anjali and Raju only had eyes for each other. They danced with an intensity that was both intimate and playful, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Raju, emboldened by the excitement of the moment, pulled Anjali closer, whispering something dirty and seductive in her ear. She blushed, biting her lip as she looked up at him with desire in her eyes.
Aarav, still standing nearby, watched in horror as his mother and her balloon-selling boyfriend became more and more entwined. He couldn't believe what he was seeing – it was like they had forgotten that anyone else was even in the room.
Raju's hands roamed over Anjali's body, gripping her hips and pulling her even closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. They moved together, their bodies grinding against each other in a way that was both sensual and humiliating for Aarav.
Raj, still seething with anger, watched from the sidelines as his ex-wife and her new lover became more and more lost in their own world. He couldn't believe what he was seeing – it was like they were trying to rub their happiness in his face.
But Anjali and Raju didn't care. They were lost in their own little world, a world where nothing else mattered but the two of them. They danced together, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they explored each other with their hands and mouths.
As the night went on, the dance floor became more and more crowded, but Anjali and Raju only had eyes for each other. They danced with an intensity that was both intimate and playful, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Raju, emboldened by the excitement of the moment, pulled Anjali closer, whispering something dirty and seductive in her ear. She blushed, biting her lip as she looked up at him with desire in her eyes.
Aarav, still standing nearby, watched in horror as his mother and her balloon-selling boyfriend became more and more entwined. He couldn't believe what he was seeing – it was like they had forgotten that anyone else was even in the room.
Raju's hands roamed over Anjali's body, gripping her hips and pulling her even closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. They moved together, their bodies grinding against each other in a way that was both sensual and humiliating for Aarav.
Raj, still seething with anger, watched from the sidelines as his ex-wife and her new lover became more and more lost in their own world. He couldn't believe what he was seeing – it was like they were trying to rub their happiness in his face.
But Anjali and Raju didn't care. They were lost in their own little world, a world where nothing else mattered but the two of them. They danced together, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they explored each other with their hands and mouths.



The party had reached its crescendo, and the atmosphere was electric. Anjali and Raju's playful dance had set the tone for the evening, and the guests couldn't get enough of their infectious energy. As the night wore on, the couple continued to tease each other, their flirtatious banter sending waves of laughter through the room.
The following day, Anjali and Raju made their way to the registration office, their hearts filled with excitement. The thought of starting a new life together was intoxicating, and they couldn't wait to make it official. But Anjali had a surprise in store for her son, Aarav.
As they sat in the office, Anjali turned to her new husband and said, "Raju, I want you to have it all. I want to transfer all of my assets to you." Raju's eyes widened in surprise, and he stammered, "B-but, Anjali, are you sure?" She nodded, a determined look in her eyes. "Yes, I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
The clerk looked on in astonishment as Anjali signed the papers, officially transferring her wealth to Raju. Aarav watched in disbelief as his mother handed over her fortune to a man he considered beneath her. But Anjali was resolute, and she knew she was making the right decision.
As they left the office, Raju couldn't help but pull Anjali in for a tight embrace. "Thank you, my love," he whispered in her ear. "This means the world to me." Anjali smiled, her heart swelling with love for her new husband.
Back at home, Raju couldn't keep his hands off his new wife. He pulled her close, nuzzling her neck and whispering naughty things in her ear. Anjali giggled, her body tingling with anticipation. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still.
As they cuddled on the couch, Raju's hands began to wander. He traced his fingers along her collarbone, making her shiver with delight. Anjali leaned into him, her body begging for more. Raju's fingers found the buttons of her blouse, and he slowly undid them, one by one.
Anjali's breasts spilled out, her nipples hardening under his gaze. Raju couldn't resist, and he leaned in, taking one in his mouth and sucking gently. Anjali moaned, her body arching towards him. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer still.
Their lovemaking was passionate and intense, a testament to the deep connection they shared. As they lay in each other's arms, spent and satisfied, they knew they had made the right decision. They were meant to be together, and nothing could ever change that.
As they cuddled, Raju teased Aarav, "Look at your mother, son. She's all mine now." Aarav rolled his eyes, but he couldn't deny the happiness that radiated from his mother. For the first time in a long time, Anjali was truly happy, and that was all that mattered.


Fast forward three months later, and Anjali's belly had grown round with child. She and Raju had just welcomed a beautiful baby boy into the world, and the proud parents couldn't have been happier. The baby had inherited his father's dark curls and his mother's sparkling eyes, and the likeness to the balloon seller who had first brought them together was uncanny.
As they settled into their new life as a family, Anjali's mother came to visit, eager to meet her new grandson. She took one look at the baby and gasped in delight. "He looks just like the balloon seller!" she exclaimed.
Raju grinned, proud of the little family they had created. "Yes, he does," he said, beaming. "And we have big plans for him. We want to make sure he has everything he needs to grow up strong and healthy."
Anjali's mother nodded, her eyes shining with tears. "I'm so happy for you both," she said. "And I have a favor to ask. I know the balloon seller has a lot on his plate, with his own business and now a family to take care of. Would you mind if I helped out? I'd love to spend some time with my grandson and help raise him up to be a fine young man."
Raju and Anjali exchanged a glance, and Raju nodded. "Of course, Mother," he said. "We'd be honored to have your help."
The balloon seller beamed, grateful for the support. "Thank you," he said. "I'll make sure to breed more little ones for you to spoil."
Anjali's mother blushed, but she couldn't hide her excitement. "I can't wait," she said.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Raju opened it to find Anjali's ex-husband standing on the doorstep. "I heard the news," he said, his voice tight. "I came to see the baby."
Raju nodded, stepping aside to let him in. "Of course," he said. "Come in and meet your son."
The ex-husband's eyes widened as he took in the baby's resemblance to the balloon seller. "He looks just like him," he said, his voice filled with disbelief.
Raju grinned, unable to resist a little teasing. "Yes, he does," he said. "And we have something to ask you. Anjali and I have decided to transfer all of her assets to me, as we are now a family. We were wondering if you could hand over the property that we gave you during our marriage. It's only fair, since all of Anjali's other assets are now in my name."
The ex-husband's face turned red with anger, but Anjali spoke up before he could say anything. "Yes, dear," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "We'd appreciate it if you could do that for us. It's important for our family's future."
She stood up, her body on display in a sheer robe that left little to the imagination. She sat back down on the balloon seller's lap, her curves on full display.
The ex-husband's eyes bulged as he took in the sight of his ex-wife, half-naked and sitting on another man's lap. "Anjali, what are you doing?" he stammered.
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm living my best life," she said, running her fingers through the balloon seller's hair. "And I suggest you do the same. Now, about that property..."
Raju stepped closer, his arm around Anjali's waist. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Thank you, my love," he whispered.
Anjali shivered, her body responding to his touch. She leaned back, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.
The ex-husband watched, his anger turning to frustration. He stood up, his fists clenched at his sides. "Fine," he said, his voice tight. "I'll sign over the property. But this isn't over, Anjali. I won't let you get away with this."
Anjali laughed, her voice husky with desire. "Oh, I'm not going anywhere," she said. "I'm right here, where I belong."
The ex-husband stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
Raju and Anjali exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with desire. "Shall we retire to the bedroom?" Raju said, his voice low and seductive.
Anjali nodded, her body tingling with anticipation. "Yes, please," she said, her voice breathless.
As they made their way to the bedroom, the balloon seller's hands began to wander. He traced his fingers along Anjali's collarbone, making her shiver with delight. Anjali leaned into him, her body begging for more.
Their lovemaking was passionate and intense, a testament to the deep connection they shared. As they lay in each other's arms, spent and satisfied, they knew they had made the right decision. They were meant to be together, and nothing could ever change that.
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The next morning, Arav woke up early to get ready for college. He got dressed and packed his bag, eager to see his newly born sister. But when he came down the stairs, he was surprised to find his mother in her room, nursing a man who was not his father.
"Raj son, do you have any sense?" Anjali shouted, her voice filled with anger. "Can't you knock before entering?"
Raju, the balloon seller, smiled at Arav as he left the room. He had a satisfied look on his face, and Arav couldn't help but notice the milk droplets on the corners of his mouth.
"I promised your grandmother I would produce more children, and I am a man of my word," Raju said teasingly, winking at Arav.
Arav was confused and hurt. He had always looked up to his father, but now he couldn't help but feel betrayed. He sat in the living room, listening to the sounds of his mother and Raju in the other room.
After some time, Raju emerged from the room, still wearing a satisfied smile.
"Your father left the car for you," he said to Arav. "He said he won't be needing it anymore."
Arav felt a pang of anger in his chest. He couldn't believe his father had given up so easily.
Later that day, Anjali came out of the bathroom, wearing only a t-shirt and a new mangalsutra. She went to the pooja room and prayed to the gods, before touching Raju's feet to seek his blessings.


Raju blessed his new wife then anjali asked “what shall I cook for you my love ”
Raju smiled at his new wife, his eyes filled with desire. "Your milk is enough for the day," he said, looking at Arav.
Anjali laughed and playfully hit Raju's arm.



Suddenly knock sound came from door
It was her company manager, an older man named Arunachalam.
Raju stopped anjali. "No need to change on dress," he said, winking at Anjali. "But it might be a stranger. How can I stand in front of him and do this...fantasy?"
Anjali laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Anything for you, my love," she said, before opening the door.
Arunachalam couldn't believe what he was seeing. Anjali, the mother of two, sitting on Raju's lap, her bare legs dbangd over his. He couldn't help but stare as Raju signed the contract, placed his thumb leaving a mark on the paper.
But then, without warning, Raju placed his thumb on Anjali's ass, leaving a mark that was all too visible. Arunachalam couldn't tear his eyes away as Raju leaned in and kissed Anjali, his hand still on her ass.
"Is that all, sir?" Anjali asked, her voice dripping with seduction.
Arunachalam nodded, his throat dry. "Yes, that will be all," he said, before turning and leaving the house, his mind reeling.
Raju and Anjali laughed, their bodies entwined. "That was fun," Raju said, his hand still on Anjali's ass.
"Yes, it was," Anjali replied, her eyes shining with desire. "But we should be careful. We don't want to shock Arav too much."
Raju nodded, his hand still on Anjali's ass. "Of course, my love," he said, before pulling her close and kissing her deeply.
Their bodies moved together, their hands exploring each other's bodies. They were lost in their own world, a world of passion and desire.
For Arav, it was a confusing and hurtful moment, but for Anjali and Raju, it was a moment of pure pleasure and intimacy. They were in love, and nothing else mattered.
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#29
More intimate scenes in front of her son please.
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