Adultery The Motherly Slut of Paschim Vihar

[Uvaaaa]

Keep rocking and what happened for bet with his sahil's friend.

[Sage_69]

What a horny bitch. There’s husband and son in the house and she is getting fucked in the kitchen by someone else.

[bikiniking]

Keep rocking and what happened for bet with his sahil's friend.

Well, we all will get to know together, was there even a bet?   Maybe Sahil is training her for a purpose :P

[bikiniking]

What a horny bitch. There’s husband and son in the house and she is getting fucked in the kitchen by someone else.

I prefer my characters to be bold :)

[Kamaveri]

Make son as a cuckold while getting fucked by sahil the cuckold son must be hold his mom's hand supportively. Be supportive for mom.

[bikiniking]

The days following that unforgettable midnight kitchen rendezvous blurred into a haze of restless nights and guilt-ridden days for me. It had been just over a week since I'd hidden in the shadows, watching Sahil dominate my mother, right there on the counter where she prepared our family meals.

The images replayed endlessly in my mind: her nighty hiked up, ass cheeks rippling with each brutal thrust, her moans - those breathy "aaahhh"s and "mmmh"s - echoing like a siren's call. She'd squirted across the floor like a fountain, then knelt to lap it up under his command, her tongue darting out greedily while he slapped her cheeks lightly and called her his

I'd cum in my boxers that night, hating the arousal that surged through me, but unable to stop stroking to the depraved sight. And the dashcam footage from Mayank's i20 - It paled in comparison now - What I saw was live action, in our home, it was visceral, the scents of sweat and sex lingering in the air long after they'd cleaned up.

At tis age, I was supposed to be focused on cricket practice, college assignments, and maybe chasing girls my age. Instead, I was trapped in this web of family secrets, my lean, athletic build tense with unspoken rage and twisted desire. Mom had changed subtly over the past month - her sarees tied lower on her hips, revealing the soft curve of her belly and that tantalizing navel; her blouses cut deeper, offering glimpses of her 36Dbreasts that made my throat dry.

She laughed more freely, her full lips curving into smiles that hid the hunger in her almond-shaped eyes. Dad, Subodh, remained blissfully ignorant, his MBA-fueled marketing trips keeping him away more often than not. Or so I thought. The house in Delhi's Paschim Vihar, with its three stories of upscale comfort marble floors, movie-like decor, and that community vibe Dad had raved about when we moved - now felt like a prison of whispers and hidden moans.

It was a humid Saturday afternoon when the next layer of the mystery began to peel away. Dad lounged in the living room, flipping through his phone, his salt-and-pepper hair neatly combed, dressed in a casual polo and slacks.

Dad: "Suno, I'm heading out to meet the old gang - Raj, Amit, and the others. Cards and a few drinks. Don't wait up; might be late."

He stood, planting a peck on Mom's cheek as she sat on the couch, her red saree dbanging elegantly over her curves, the blouse hugging her breasts just enough to show the faint outline of her bra. She looked up at him with that practiced wifely smile, but I caught the flicker in her eyes - a spark of anticipation that made my stomach knot.

"Have fun, ji," she replied, her voice smooth as silk.

"Don't lose too much this time. And drive safe the traffic's brutal." Her hand lingered on his arm a second longer than necessary, but Dad just chuckled, ruffling my hair as he passed me on the recliner.

"Bunty, beta, hit those books, don't slack off." I nodded mechanically, my mind already racing. 

As soon as his Honda City pulled out of the driveway, the engine fading into the Delhi bustle, Mom's demeanor shifted. She stretched languidly, her saree pallu slipping slightly to reveal more cleavage, and glanced at her phone.

A secretive smile tugged at her lips as she typed a quick message.

"Bunty, I'm going upstairs for a bit. Headache from this heat, might take a nap." She rubbed her temple theatrically, but her eyes sparkled with something far from fatigue.

"Sure, Maa," I muttered, pretending to scroll on my phone. But my heart hammered. I'd seen that look before. 

Sahil had messaged me earlier about "chilling," but I'd dodged him with a lame excuse about assignments. Now, I knew where he'd be chilling. I waited in my room, ears strained, until the doorbell chimed softly about half an hour later. Peeking from my window, I saw Sahil at the door, his lean frame in a tight t-shirt and jeans, that cocky grin flashing as Mom let him in secrettly. She glanced around nervously before pulling him inside, their hug lingering, her hand brushing his crotch discreetly. Giggles floated up the stairs as they ascended to her bedroom - the master suite, with its king-sized bed, soft lighting, and that air of sanctity now about to be defiled again.

I couldn't resist. Creeping out, I positioned myself outside the door, ear pressed to the wood, the keyhole offering a voyeur's paradise. The room inside was a sanctuary of afternoon light, sunbeams filtering through sheer curtains, casting golden hues on the neatly made bed with its silk sheets, the dresser adorned with family photos - me as a kid, Dad and Mom on their anniversary - and the faint scent of jasmine from her perfume mingling with the growing musk of arousal.

Sahil didn't waste a second, pulling Mom into his arms the moment the door clicked shut.

"Finally alone, meri Chikni. I've been rock hard all morning dreaming about your tight pussy gripping me, your moans in my ear," he murmured, his voice low and hungry, hands roaming her saree-clad body, squeezing her ass cheeks through the fabric, feeling the soft give under his fingers.

Mom melted into him, a soft "Mmmh..." escaping her lips as she pressed her curves against his hardness.

"Aaahhh... Sahil... with him out tonight, we have all the time we need. But be gentle... or rough—I can't decide." She winked playfully, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the lean muscles of his chest, tracing the lines with her nails.

They kissed passionately, tongues entwining in a wet, sloppy dance, her full lips sucking on his lower one, biting gently to elicit a groan from him. Sahil's hands worked the saree pallu free, letting it cascade to the floor like a red waterfall, revealing her blouse straining against her heaving 36D breasts, the hooks taut and begging for release.



"Ohhhh... your tits look incredible in this blouse, Aunty - so full, so inviting," Sahil growled, cupping them roughly, his thumbs circling the hardening nipples through the thin cotton, feeling them pebble under his touch. Mom arched into his hands,

"Mmmh... pinch them, beta... aaahhh... make Aunty's nipples throb for you." He twisted them gently at first, then harder, rolling the buds between his fingers until she gasped, "Ohhhh... yes... harder... mmmh, it hurts so good!"



The blouse came off next, hooks popping one by one with deliberate slowness, her breasts spilling free like ripe melons - full, heavy orbs with dark areolas the size of coins, nipples erect and dark like chocolate buds, begging to be sucked. Sahil pushed her back onto the bed, the mattress sinking under her weight as she bounced slightly, her saree now fully unwound, petticoat riding up her thighs. He stripped swiftly, his cock springing free - thick as my wrist, veined like a roadmap, the head swollen and leaking a bead of precum that glistened in the light. Mom licked her lips hungrily, eyes locked on it.

"Aaahhh... so big and ready for Aunty... mmmh, come here, let me taste that delicious cock."

She sat up, pulling him closer by his hips, her tongue flicking out to lap at the precum, savoring the salty tang with a "Mmmh... you taste like sin, Sahil... ohhhh, I could suck you all day." 

Her lips parted, engulfing the head, sucking gently at first, her tongue swirling around the ridge, then taking more, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed. Wet slurps filled the room, her hand stroking the base in twisting motions, squeezing his balls lightly to make him groan.

"Aaahhh... yes... suck it deeper, Aunty... mmmh... gag on my cock like the slut you are." Sahil's hips bucked forward, fucking her mouth shallowly, her saliva dripping down his shaft, coating his balls as she deepthroated him, gagging with a wet "Gluck... aaahhh..." but not stopping, her eyes watering with effort and lust.



I knelt at the keyhole, my shorts tented painfully, hand slipping inside to stroke my own cock slowly, matching her rhythm. The sight of Mom's breasts heaving with each bob, her nipples brushing his thighs, was mesmerizing - her transformation from homemaker to cock-worshipping whore complete.

Sahil pulled out with a slick pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock.

"Chal... get ready to be fucked nowWWW" He yanked off her petticoat and panties, tossing them aside, exposing her fluffy black bush matted with arousal, her pussy lips puffy and slick, clit peeking out like a pink pearl.

"Spread those legs wide... show me your hungry cunt." Mom complied, her fingers parting her lips to reveal the wet, pink interior, juices trickling down to her asshole.

"Ohhhh... look how wet Aunty is for you... mmmh, fuck me, Sahil... stretch this pussy with your thick cock."

He climbed between her thighs, rubbing his cockhead along her slit, teasing her clit until she bucked her hips. 

"Beg for it... tell me you're my dirty MILF slut." 

"Aaahhh... please, beta... Aunty's your dirty MILF slut... ohhhh... shove it in deep... mmmh, make me scream!" 

Sahil thrust forward, burying half his length in one go, her pussy stretching around him with a wet squelch. 

"Ohhhh fuck... so tight... aaahhh!" Mom cried, her back arching off the bed. He pulled back, then slammed in fully, bottoming out with a grunt, his balls pressing against her ass.

"Mmmh... feel every inch, Aunty... ohhhh... your pussy's like velvet," Sahil groaned, starting slow, deep strokes that made her toes curl. 

Each thrust elicited a symphony of moans from he...

"Aaahhh... yes... deeper... mmmh... grind it in... ohhhh god!"

He picked up speed, the bed creaking rhythmically, his hands pinning her wrists above her head for control.

"Take it all, raand saali... you're my fuck toy now."



Her tits bounced wildly with each slam, and he leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while biting the bud. "Ohhhh... suck Aunty's tits... mmmh... bite them... aaahhh, yes, harder!"

They flipped, Mom on top now, straddling him reverse cowgirl, her ass facing him as she sank down onto his cock.

"Aaahhh... riding you like this... ohhhh... your cock hits so deep... mmmh!" She bounced, hips grinding in circles, her ass cheeks clapping against his thighs, the sight hypnotic.



Sahil slapped her ass, "Faster, slut... aaahhh... milk me with that tight cunt... ohhhh, yes!"

Mom's moans grew frantic, "Mmmh... spank Aunty... aaahhh... make my ass red... ohhhh, I'm cumming! Ohh mere rabbbaaa!!"

As she shuddered through her climax, Sahil flipped her onto all fours, doggy style.

"Abhi to aur chudegi tu, bend over properly... show me that juicy ass." He thrust in from behind, pounding with animalistic force, his balls slapping her clit wetly.

"Aaahhh... deeper... mmmh... fuck Aunty like a bitch... ohhhh!" He pulled her hair, arching her back, slapping her ass cheeks until they glowed pink.

"You're my whore... say it... aaahhh!"
"Ohhhh... Aunty's your whore... mmmh... cum inside... aaahhh, fill me!"

But Sahil pulled out, flipping her missionary once more, legs over his shoulders.

"One more position... squirt for me again." He rubbed her clit furiously while thrusting deep, building her up.

"Aaahhh... oh god... mmmh... squirting... ohhhh yes, beta!" Juices sprayed, soaking the sheets. Sahil roared, pulling out to cum - ropes splattering her tits, belly, and pussy in hot, sticky bursts.



Panting, Sahil's dominance surged: He slapped her cheek lightly,

"What a pathetic slut you are... aaahhh... squirting like a cheap whore."

Mom moaned, "Mmmh... yes... punish Aunty... ohhhh, more." He slapped the other, gripping her throat lightly,

"My obedient bitch... clean it all." Mom knew what to do next, and started to lap up all their juices from her body and her cotton bedsheet. Sahil slowly sneaked out to the attached washroom to pee and cleanup!!

As they cleaned, Mom's phone rang!! "Riya Delhi" calling...

"Oh baby, he was incredible... made me cum twice... aaahhh, so rough."

I put my ears tightly, trying to listen in as hard as I could... There was some static, bad connection maybe, she looked at the washroom door lovingly, grateful for her lover cleaning in there and put the phone on speaker.

The voice glitched - little thicker, husky and  "Details... did he slap you?" 

Mom giggled.. "Details later you tharki..."

Some laughter on the other end, I'm 50% sure it was not a woman...

[bikiniking]

The weight of that afternoon bedroom spectacle still hung over me like a storm cloud, even days later. I'd watched from the keyhole as Sahil turned Mom into a writhing, moaning mess on her marital bed - her saree discarded in a heap, breasts bouncing wildly as she rode him, her pussy clenching around his thick cock with every grind of her hips. Her cries of "Aaahhh... deeper, beta... mmmh, make Aunty cum!" echoed in my ears, mingling with the mystery of "Riya" - that glitched call where the voice sounded eerily like a man, urging her to spill every filthy detail.

I'd confided the bare bones to Mayank, my closest buddy, but held back the full depravity. The dashcam footage burned a hole in my phone - the unedited clip of Mom blowing fucking in the car. It was time to share it all. If anyone could help me unpack this mess, it was him.

That Thursday evening, I texted Mayank: "Come over or meet at yours? Got something wild to show you about the Sahil-Mom thing."

He replied instantly: "My place. Parents out. Beers ready."

His Rohini apartment was a short drive away - a cramped but cozy spot, walls plastered with cricket posters and scantily clad models, a testament to our shared teenage fantasies. I arrived with my phone clutched like a grenade, nerves jangling. Mayank greeted me at the door, his stocky build from gym sessions filling the frame, a beer in hand.

"Yo, Bunty. You look like shit. What's up with Aunty and that prick Sahil?"

We settled on his couch, the room dim with just a lamp glowing. I took a swig of beer, steeling myself.

Me: "Bro, it's worse than I said. Remember the dashcam clip I sent? That's just the tip. Sahil's been fucking her for a month - kitchen, bedroom, car. I caught them live multiple times. And this 'Riya' person... something's off. But first, you gotta see these video. They are... intense."

Mayank's eyes lit up, leaning forward. "

Mayank: No way, man. Aunty? Your hot mom? Show me, show me. I've fantasized about her forever - those curves, that laugh. Bet she's a screamer."

I didn't like the way he was being dirty about her from the get go... But he was the only one I can confide in.

I pulled out my phone, heart pounding, and hit play on the unedited dashcam footage from 2 days back, mom and Sahil had gone out for some errands. The screen flickered to life - the interior of Mayank's i20

Mom slid into the passenger seat, her saree slightly askew, giggling as Sahil leaned over. "

Sahil, beta, this is so risky... what if Bunty finds out? What if anyone sees us out here in broad daylight like this?" she whispered, but her hand was already on his thigh, rubbing slowly, teasingly, inching higher with every word.

Sahil's voice rumbled through the speakers: "Aunty, that's exactly what makes it so incredibly hot, don't you think? The thrill of getting caught, the danger of it all, your son's best friend taking you for a wild ride right here in this car, while the world goes by outside. Admit it, it makes your pussy throb with excitement, doesn't it? Feel how wet you already are just thinking about it."

Mom bit her lip, her cheeks flushing a deep red, and nodded shyly. "Aaahhh... yes, beta, you're right... it does make me so wet, so incredibly aroused... mmmh, the risk is turning me on more than I can even describe."

Mayank's breath caught, his eyes glued to the screen.

Mayank: "Holy fuck, Bunty. Look at her hand - sliding up his leg like that, so bold, so eager. Aunty's not even hesitating. She's got that look in her eyes, like she's starving for cock. Damn, her saree is riding up already, showing those thick thighs of hers. I've jerked off thinking about legs like that wrapped around me, squeezing tight while I pound her. Aaahhh... this is gold, bro."

He too has jerked off thinking about her? This was strange, It didn't feel weird that Mayank too have hots for her. All said and done I've been jerking off thinking about her as well...

I nodded, my own cock stirring as the video progressed. On screen, they kissed deeply, Mom's tongue darting into Sahil's mouth with a wet smack, her hands fumbling with his zipper.

"Mmmh... Sahil, your lips taste so good... ohhhh, kiss Aunty harder, make it sloppy and wet just like I love it," she murmured between kisses. Sahil groaned,



"Aaahhh... yes!! your tongue feels amazing swirling around mine... mmmh, you're such a hungry little slut for me, aren't you? Unzip me fully now, take out that hard cock you've been craving all day."

Mom obliged, fishing out his thick, veined cock, stroking it slowly at first, her thumb circling the head to spread the leaking precum.

"Ohhhh... so big and hard for Aunty... aaahhh... feel how it's throbbing in my hand, pulsing with need... mmmh, I love how it jumps when I squeeze it just right like this." Sahil's head fell back.

 "Mmmh... stroke it faster, Aunty... aaahhh... yes, just like that, twist your hand around the shaft, make it slick with my precum... ohhhh, you're a natural at this."

Mayank's hand drifted to his crotch, rubbing slowly.

Mayank: "Fuck, look at her grip—firm but gentle, like she's milking him. Those fingers... bet they're soft as silk. I've always wanted Aunty's hands on me, stroking me slow at first, then faster, building up until I can't hold back. Aaahhh... and her lips—full and red, hovering so close. She's gonna suck him, isn't she? Mmmh... imagine her looking up at me with those eyes while she blows me, gagging on my cock."



Sure enough, Mom leaned down, her long hair falling like a curtain over his lap. Her tongue flicked out first, lapping at the head.

"Mmmh... tastes so salty and delicious... aaahhh... your precum is like honey, beta... ohhhh, I could lick it all day." 

She engulfed him, lips stretching wide around his girth, bobbing slowly, her cheeks hollowing with suction. Wet slurps filled the audio, her hand twisting the base as she took more, gagging with a "Gluck... mmmh..." but pushing deeper.

Sahil groaned on video: "Aaahhh... yes, suck it deeper, Aunty... mmmh... feel it hit the back of your throat... ohhhh... gag on my cock like the good little slut you are... aaahhh... use that tongue, swirl it around the head, make it nice and wet." 

Mom hummed around him, "Mmmh... yes, beta... ohhhh... your cock fills my mouth so perfectly... aaahhh... I love gagging on it, feeling it pulse against my tongue."

Mayank's stroking picked up pace. "

Mayank: "Damn, Bunty, she's deepthroating him like a pro - look at her throat bulge. Those lips... stretched so wide, saliva dripping down his balls. I'd grab her hair, guide her head... 'Aaahhh... suck harder, Aunty... mmmh... take it all, gag for me... ohhhh... yes, just like that, you're my blowjob queen.' Her tits must be bouncing under that saree—bet they're heaving with every bob."

I shifted uncomfortably, my own hand rubbing my bulge. 

Me: "Yeah... she swallowed him whole. And listen to her moans—'mmmh' around his cock, vibrating it. She's into it, bro."

The video continued: Mom pulling off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips.

"Aaahhh... fuck me now, Sahil... ohhhh... I need your cock inside Aunty's pussy... mmmh... make me cum hard, beta... stretch me wide with that thick shaft."

Sahil fingered her on screen, his hand disappearing under her saree.

"Mmmh... so wet already... aaahhh... your pussy's dripping for me... ohhhh... feel my fingers curl inside, hitting that spot... yes, squirt for me, Aunty."

Mom bucked, "Aaahhh... yes... finger Aunty deeper... mmmh... ohhhh... cumming... aaahhh!"

Mayank: "Fuck, she's squirting in the car - look at the seat getting soaked. Her face - eyes rolled back, mouth open... I'd make her squirt on my face... 'Mmmh... drench me, Aunty... aaahhh... taste your juices... ohhhh... you're so sweet.' That bush—fluffy and wet. I'd bury my tongue in it."

Sahil's voice in the video: "Now ride me, slut... aaahhh... sink that tight pussy down... mmmh... grind on it... ohhhh... bounce harder."

Mom straddled him, saree hiked, impaling herself. "Ohhhh... so full... aaahhh... your cock stretches me so good... mmmh... yes, beta... fuck Aunty up!"

Mayank's stroking was frantic: "Her hips—grinding like a pro. I'd hold that ass... 'Aaahhh... ride me, Aunty... mmmh... bounce those tits... ohhhh... cum on my cock... aaahhh... milk me dry.' Fuck, Bunty, can I... jerk off to this? She's too hot—got me throbbing."



I hesitated, but the heat in the room was infectious. "Yeah, Mayank man. Go for it. I do it all the time."

Mayank unzipped, his cock springing free - thick, veined, leaking. "Aaahhh... feels better out... mmmh... stroke with me, bro? Her moans... ohhhh... so sexy."

I pulled mine out too, hard and aching.

Mayak: "Fine... rewind to the blowjob."

We stroked in sync, eyes on the screen. 

Mayank: "Look at her lips slide... aaahhh... up and down, so slow and teasing at first, then faster and deeper, really working that shaft with her mouth... mmmh... I'd thrust into her throat... ohhhh... feel her gag around me... aaahhh... 'Suck it harder, Aunty, take every inch like the good little cock-sucker you are... mmmh... yes, Bitch!!, swallow my precum, taste how bad I want you.' Her hands twisting the base... aaahhh... bet she squeezes just right... ohhhh... making it throb even harder."

Me: "Yeah... she deepthroats like it's nothing... aaahhh... gags but keeps going, eyes watering but full of lust... mmmh... imagine her looking up at you... ohhhh... begging with her eyes for more cock... aaahhh... 'Mmmh, Aunty, your mouth's heaven... swallow it all... yes, like that... ohhhh... feel my balls tighten.'"

We pulled up another video of her giving a blowjob to Sahil.

Sahil on video came, Mom swallowing with "Mmmh... so much cum... aaahhh... tasty... ohhhh... every drop down Aunty's throat."



Mayank: "Fuck, she swallows... aaahhh... no spill, all gone... mmmh... I'd cum twice as much for her... ohhhh... paint her face first, then make her lick it off... aaahhh... 'Clean up, Aunty... mmmh... taste my load on your skin... yes, meri Randi, you're my cum slut.'"

We built to climax, stroking faster.

Mayank: "Gonna cum... aaahhh... thinking of her pussy... mmmh... wet and hairy... ohhhh... fucking her doggy... aaahhh... slapping that ass... mmmh... 'Bounce back, Aunty... take it deep... yes... ohhhh... squirt for me again.'" I groaned: "Me too... aaahhh... her tits... mmmh... sucking them... ohhhh... while she rides... aaahhh... 'Cum on my cock, Maa... mmmh... milk me.'"

We erupted together, ropes splattering, grunting

"Aaahhh... for Aunty!" and "Ohhhh... Kutiya!" Panting,

Mayank: "Best wank ever. Need the real thing—her lips, her pussy... aaahhh... help me, Bunty? Set it up... mmmh... I'll make her scream louder than Sahil... ohhhh... imagine tag-teaming... aaahhh... one in her mouth, one in her cunt... mmmh... her moans muffled... yes."


I nodded, the thrill overriding guilt.

Me: "Deal. She's horny all the time now... aaahhh... dresses like a slut—low blouses, tight sarees... mmmh... showing cleavage, navel... ohhhh... you'll love burying your face in her tits... aaahhh... sucking those dark nipples... mmmh... while she begs 'Fuck Aunty harder, Mayank beta... yes... ohhhh... make me your whore too.'"

We talked for hours, looping the video, stroking again.

Mayank: "Her squirt in the car—aaahhh... soaking the seat, I'd drink it, lap every 

Me: "She does - multiple times. Tu bhi chod meri mummy ko, fuck her wild yaar!!" And we kept making up all the plans scenarios and castles in the air...


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We jerked off twice again, it was almost 4 hours since I came to his place. As the afterglow of our shared release faded, the room heavy with the musky scent of cum and sweat, After the third round of jerk offs I wiped my hand on a tissue and leaned back, my heart still racing. Mayank did the same, his face flushed, but the high was wearing off, replaced by that familiar knot of guilt and curiosity in my gut.

"Bro," I started, voice low as if the walls had ears...

"there's more to this shit than just Sahil banging her. Remember that name 'Riya' I mentioned? The one from her phone, the 'old college friend' who's been texting her all this encouraging crap about hooking up with him? It's fucking weird, man. At first, I thought it was some wild girlfriend pushing her to cheat, like in those porn plots. But the other day, I overheard a call—Mom giggling about the sex, spilling details like 'he made me cum twice, Riya, just like you suggested. And the voice on the other end... it glitched, Mayank. Sounded deep, almost like a man, but distorted, like through some app.

I checked her contacts - 'Riya' has no pic, just a generic emoji, and the messages are all flirty, It's too possessive, too knowing. What if it's not a woman at all? What if mom is fucking another man? involved somehow, playing games? It's creeping me out, like our my mom is in on some twisted secret."

Mayank's eyes widened, the post-nut clarity sharpening his focus as he zipped up.

"Whoa, Bunty, that's some thriller shit. Aunty cheating with Sahil, and now 'Riya' might be another man? Is she really a whore or something? Fuck, your dad would be devastated, I mean we can still jerk off to it, but he's anyway such a loser. Let's explore this - start with her phone next time you're alone. Deal?"

I nodded, the thrill of the hunt mixing with the erotic buzz, sealing our pact in the dim light of his room...

To be continued...

[Kamaveri]

If i was her son, i will support her activities and advise her do do sex whith whoever she want and while she having sex with other i will go to her and holding her hand and asking her that "how it feels mom?? Do you enjoy this, if you want more pleasure i will arrange for you mom just enjoy mom"

[Uvaaaa]

Fire update and wait next update.

[Munda007]

I think next is you take your mom to date night with Sahil and let her enjoy knowing that you are watching and enjoying. it will give her a different kick and she will be even more horny for her young lover

[Yash121]

Mind-blowing

[Sage_69]

Son will become a detective for his mom but his goal is probably getting some video clips to jerk off alone in the room.

[saranrama]

 Give next update soon! Riya is her Husband? I got a feeling

[mahamatherchod]

update

[bikiniking]

Mind-blowing

Thank you!!

[Yash121]

Waiting for next

[bikiniking]

Waiting for next

Planning to write one update this weekend!

[Munda007]

Planning to write one update this weekend!

Great buddy

[Uvaaaa]

Please update

[bikiniking]

Please update

soon! A bit held up with work...