Adultery Hot kinky mummy fucked by everyone(english version)

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Hot Kinky Mommy Gets Fucked by Everyone
 
#### INTRODUCTION SECTION
Hey there, you naughty bunch! My name's Aditya, and I've devoured tons of steamy stories here, but the kind that really gets my cock throbbing are rare as fuck. And the few that exist? I've plowed through 70-80% of them already.
 
This tale's all about my mommy's wild, dripping-wet fuck sessions—starting with my uncle and maybe escalating to other horny studs if you filthy minds suggest it. Mmm, imagine her milky tits bouncing as she's railed hard...
 
Since I'm a total newbie at spinning these yarns, don't expect regular updates, okay? I'll beg for your patience...
 
In this story, I'll weave in the hottest scenes from tales I've read before, plus some dirty fantasies straight from my twisted mind. And make sure you soak up every detail in the character intro arc—it'll help you visualize the steamy action ahead, like her creamy curves begging to be touched.
 
I'd love your hints on what kinky shit should happen next... I'll listen and try to cram in whatever makes my dick hard.
 
Drop those comments so I know if this filthy tale is making you cum—or not. It'll motivate me to pump out updates faster...
 
The images and GIFs used here are 100% real, folks. Sure, the saree might switch up, but those facial expressions and body quivers? Pure, authentic lust. Dive in deep, feel the heat—don't even think they're fake. They're not.
 
EVERYTHING IS REAL 100%, FEEL THEM ?
 
#### Character Introduction with Images
 
Mom's Introduction
 
In this pic, Mommy's juicy boobs aren't fully on display, but don't worry, darling—the story will uncover them soon enough, all swollen and leaking... ?
 
Name: Chandni 
Skin: My mommy's skin is creamy white, like fresh milk waiting to be sucked. 
Age: 35 
She used to teach dance to kids, her hips swaying seductively. 
Mom's super open-minded, thanks to her mixed roots—her dad was Indian, but Mommy's got that Russian fire. 
She does yoga and workouts every day, keeping her body tight and youthful, making her look like a goddess. When she steps out of the shower, dripping wet, she could pass for a Russian model—pics coming up to prove it. 
Personality: Cuteness overload, playful like my dear Uncle Aasim. 
Mom craves sex like a bitch in heat, but she loves me even more, then my little brother. I'm her favorite because I'm her first-born, with my adorable, naughty ways. 
She's had two boyfriends before, but Mommy's got a pure heart—she cares for everyone. 
But her sex life flipped upside down because of Dad.
 
1. My Dad – Name: Nilesh. He's a great guy, open-minded, with a white-collar job in a new company. We're upper-middle-class, comfy as hell. 
   Dad switched from his old gig due to some bullshit issues. His current company's a startup, fighting for market share, so he's buried in work—traveling to other countries for deals. He comes from a rich family, which is why Mommy's folks married her off to him. She dreamed of a life full of passionate, bed-shaking fucks, but fate had other plans. 
   Dad's Issue: Stress killed his sex drive—hormones tanked, and now he's barely interested in pounding pussy. They both get it, but Mommy's frustrated as fuck, barely getting any cock these days.
 
2. Me – Name: Aditya, but everyone calls me Adi. Keeping my age a secret for now... 
   I'm in college, but I'm a badass fighter—everyone's ass clenches when they see me coming. 
   I've got a girlfriend I fuck senseless all the time. 
   Dual personality: Super cute and childish like a little boy around family and relatives. But outside? Hardcore alpha, dominating everything.
 
3. My Little Brother – Name: Naman. He babbles a bit but doesn't get jack shit about sex or the world. Still suckling on Mommy's tits for that sweet milk.
 
4. Uncle – Name: Aasim. He's our family friend, lives right next door. Best buds with Dad and super close to Mom too—he's head over heels in love with her. Sweet as candy, hilarious as fuck. Feels like he and Dad could share anything, even the dirtiest secrets. He's a software dev at Google's Indian branch, mostly WFH. Comes from a buff family, so he's got those genes—looks like a real stud, built to fuck hard. 
   He's married, and his wife (Suman) was smoking hot—but not hotter than Mommy. They've got a kid named Banu. 
   Banu's 3 now, but when he was 2.5, Suman died in a tragic accident. 
   Six months later, things are stabilizing, but Aasim still aches for her pussy... I mean, her memory.
 
5. Family Members – Huge extended fam: Grandpas, uncles, aunts, and more. But they live separate; we do our own thing. 
   Can add 'em to the story later if you pervs want.
 
 Part-1
Today was one of those perfect, sultry days. I was dead asleep, having jerked off hard last night thinking about Mommy—her curves, her scent, her everything.
 
Mommy rises at 6 AM sharp, showers, then dives into chores like prepping breakfast...
 
It was 8:10 AM, and like clockwork, she'd come wake me at 8.
 
Dad was out jogging, so Mommy finished breakfast and slipped into my room to rouse me...
 
Mom creaks open my door, steps in, and flips on the light. She always locks it behind her—no accidents, no peeks. She knows my naughty habits all too well... Even with Dad out, she plays it safe. Mommy raised me to be a cheeky, mischievous little devil...
 
Me: "Ummm, Mommy, let me sleep a bit more. It's only 7..." (I pout like a baby). 
In my sleepy haze: "Come snuggle with me for an hour." 
Mommy (smiling sweetly, full of love): "Adi, baby, get up. How much more will you sleep? It's past 8." 
Me: "Just a little longer, Mommy..." 
She sits beside me: "Aww, my precious boy." 
Mommy: "Why do you stay up so late? What do you do all night?" 
Mommy: "Aww, my sweet baby. Still sleepy?" (In the most seductive, husky tone). 
(I always flirt and tease with Mommy—she loves my playful side. She just warns me not to do it in front of others, or they'll think dirty thoughts...) 
Me, sweetly: "Mommy, you look stunning today. What's the secret?" 
Mommy: "Oh, really? Just today? Not every day?" 
Me: "Mommy, you look hotter than the day before, every single time." 
Mommy (grinning): "Flattering me, huh?" 
I didn't want to get up, so I grab her waist, pull her down beside me, and start tickling her while cuddling tight. 
 
Me: "Now let me sleep another half-hour. I won't let you go till then..." 
Mommy giggles: "Hey, stop! No tickling, no tickling..." 
I hug her harder, planting innocent kisses all over her face (sweet ones, not the lusty kind yet). 
 
(Mommy and I were so open and playful—we did this flirty stuff all the time. She still sees me as her little boy, spoiling me rotten. I love teasing her, especially when she blushes and tries to escape—it turns me on so much.) 
 
Mommy laughs again: "Adi, let go! Dad'll be back... Aaahhhh..." (I'm squeezing her waist) "Please, stop... Ummm..." 
When I pause, she flips and climbs on top of me. (We're both cracking up.) 
 
Now Mommy's tickling me back—I squirm and laugh my ass off... 
She does it for 30 seconds; she knows my sleep's shattered. 
We don't do this every day, but at least 3 times a week for our morning fun. 
In the tussle, her pallu slips, revealing her massive, heaving tits in that deep cleavage—looking so fucking sexy. I crank up the heat... 
I slide my hand into her blouse's cleavage, yanking her closer. Two buttons pop open, her face inches from mine. I plant a cute peck on her lips. 
Mommy: "Uuumm...... Ummm.. Addddiiiiiii....." 
Mommy: "Naughty boy! Who does that to their mommy?" (Pouting cutely). "Hmm..." 
She fixes her buttons, muttering. 
Me: "The ones who love their mommy do." 
I've kissed her lips before in play... 
"Okay, fun's over—get up..." 
I lean down quick and nip her nipple through the blouse... 
Mommy smiles: "Aaahhhh..... Adi.... No......" She kisses my forehead and sits up on the bed. 
Mommy: "We discussed this—we're not doing that anymore... You're grown now, but still want Mommy's milk?" 
I sit behind her, hug her from the back, nuzzling her shoulder... 
Me: "Mommy, I love being close to you every second. Please, let me suckle just once more..." (With the cutest puppy face). 
Mommy: "My sweet baby, but it's not right anymore. You're big, and Dad said no..." 
Me, whining: "So what? Let Dad say what he wants. Who is he to come between a mom and son? Don't tell him. When you feed Naman, I crave it too..." I kiss her cheek. 
Mommy laughs: "Fine, Adi, next time you can have a little..." 
Me: "Mommy, you're the sweetest in the world! I love you a billion times!" I shower her face with kisses. 
Mommy: "I love you too, my baby..." 
I release her... As she heads to the door, I call: "Mommy, come here—one more thing..." 
Mommy: "What is it?" (Walking back). 
I poke her left tit deep, teasing, then dash to the bed's end laughing. Mommy: "Aaahhhh..." She pretends to slap me, smirking: "Naughty devil!" Then leaves with a smile... 
 
I was thrilled with the day's start. I get up, freshen, and head to shower...
 
Dad jogs daily with Uncle Aasim. 
Uncle's house has three: Him, Banu, and his elderly mom—who cares for Banu since Suman's accident. 
 
Uncle and Dad return... 
Dad: "Breakfast at our place." 
Uncle: "Absolutely." 
 
They shower at their homes. By then, Mommy's got breakfast ready. I've showered, splashed on perfume. 
Mommy's in a gorgeous saree today... 
 
*(Image of today's saree...)* 
 
Uncle arrives for breakfast, eyes devouring Mommy... 
Mommy: "Aasim ji, come in, we've been waiting..." (She lights up seeing him— she likes him too). 
 
Uncle: "What can I say, Chandni ji? Next time, no waiting." 
Uncle: "After all these years of marriage, you still look breathtakingly beautiful." 
Dad glances at Mommy, teasing: "Hey Chandni, your tit's showing..." 
Dad and Uncle burst out laughing... 
Mommy blushes, adjusts her pallu... 
Changing the subject: 
Mommy: "So, how are you, Aasim ji? Everything okay?" 
Uncle: "Yes, bhabhi, all good. Just got promoted, heading a project now. Life's getting back on track after Suman. But I miss her..." 
Dad: "Don't worry, it's all fate. If He took something, He's got plans. We're here for you." 
Mommy: "Yes, Aasim ji, Nilesh and I are always with you." 
Uncle: "Chandni ji, that's why I come here— you remind me of Suman..." 
They all smile... 
Uncle asks Dad: 
Uncle: "How's your startup?" 
Dad: "Tons of workload, man." 
(Dad's a senior dev.) 
Dad: "You know startups—bosses don't trust juniors much." 
Dad: "We end up doing most of it." 
Uncle: "True, and you gotta guide the newbies too." 
Dad: "Spot on." 
Chit-chat continues... 
Mommy: "Come on, eat breakfast..." 
Dad: "Yes, Chandni, let's go, Aasim." 
Uncle: "Sure." 
 
Then they dig in...
 
Mommy finishes serving breakfast and slides into the seat next to Dad, her saree hugging her curves just right as they all dive into chit-chat...
 
(Uncle's turn to speak...)
 
Uncle: "Your dhokla is the best in the whole damn world—soft, steamy, and oh-so-tempting."
 
(They all burst into laughter...)
 
Mommy: "Really? Then have some more. Are my dhokla your favorites?"
 
(Dad's too busy stuffing his face with dhokla to catch the flirty undertones.)
 
Uncle: "Chandni ji, everything you make drives me wild—I crave it all."
 
Mommy's totally impressed... ?
 
Let me tell you something, friends: If you compliment a mommy in any way—her cooking, her looks, her anything—she gets all hot and bothered for you, hanging on your every word.
 
Just then, Dad gets a call and bolts out in a hurry. Now it's just Mommy and Uncle at the table, the air thick with tension.
 
Uncle: "Can I say something? You won't get mad, right?"
 
Mommy: "Go ahead, spill it—I won't mind."
 
Uncle: "Even after popping out two kids, Chandni ji, you're still so fucking fit. What's your secret? Tell me."
 
Mommy (smiling shyly): "Aasim ji, you're too much! I do yoga, and I used to teach dance—maybe that's why."
 
Uncle: "Looks like I'll have to join you for yoga now."
 
Mommy: "Absolutely! I keep nagging Adi's dad to come too—it builds mental strength—but he won't listen. He's just obsessed with trimming his belly."
 
Uncle and Mommy crack up laughing...
 
Mommy (grinning): "Anyway, you're already so ripped. You don't need it..."
 
Uncle: "I was talking about keeping you company..."
 
Uncle: "You're amazing, Chandni. Spending time with you feels so damn good."
 
Mommy: "Thaaank yooou, Aasim ji" (beaming with a flirty smile).
 
That's when I stroll downstairs. They spot me and go quiet—I can tell Uncle was flirting hard with Mommy, like he always does; I've caught it before. Mommy starts serving me breakfast right away.
 
After plating it up, she plops back down at the table.
 
Me: "Mommy, eat with us too."
 
Mommy: "My sweet baby, you three finish first—I'll eat after."
 
Me: "I hate that, Mommy. Join us at the table. Everyone's here; we can grab what we want."
 
Uncle: "Yeah, Chandni, your little one is right." (In that playful accent.)
 
We three chuckle at Uncle's vibe.
 
Mommy: "Okay, fine, you win."
 
Then Mommy starts eating too.
 
I don't know why, but seeing Uncle and Mommy together gets me all warm and tingly inside. She looks so happy with him—giggling, joking—and time flies when they're around each other.
 
Compared to Dad, who's all straight-laced, work-obsessed, no jokes, no laughs... and forget about sex; that's ancient history.
 
Now, mischief hits me hard.
 
Me: "So, Uncle, what were you two whispering about before I came? Mommy was smiling ear to ear."
 
Mommy and Uncle both blush like crazy.
 
Uncle: "Nothing much, kiddo. I was just praising your mommy's saree and saying may the gods never let her age—she looks so damn adorable."
 
Mommy: "You shouldn't say stuff like that in front of the kids!"
 
Me: "Ooooohhhhhhh" (grinning wickedly).
 
Mommy glares at me.
 
Mommy: "Uncle was just talking about helping me with yoga..."
 
Me: "Yeah, Mommy, Uncle could lift you into all sorts of yoga poses. Right, Uncle?" (I wink at him).
 
Uncle and I burst out laughing.
 
Uncle: "Why not, Adi?"
 
Mommy's shocked, staring at me with her finger to her lips: "Shhh......"
 
We're still cracking up when Uncle chimes in...
 
Uncle: "Spot on, Adi. And ever since Chandni's little one (Naman) came along, she's looked even hotter."
 
Mommy bows her head, blushing crimson.
 
Me: "Mommy, you should train at the gym with Uncle—you'd look even sexier."
 
Mommy: "Have some shame, son! Aasim ji is right here."
 
Me: "But he's the one training you, so he has to know. Right, Uncle?"
 
Uncle: "Yeah, Chandni, it'd feel so good on you."
 
By now, Mommy's pussy is probably soaking wet.
 
Mommy: "We'll talk about that later."
 
Just then, Naman starts wailing for milk...
 
Mommy glances toward the bedroom: "Aww, my baby's awake."
 
In front of Uncle, I say innocently: "Mommy, are you gonna feed Naman your milk now?"
 
Mommy's eyes go wide, staring at me for 4 seconds, then...
 
Mommy: "Adi, we don't say things like that in front of Aasim Uncle!"
 
Uncle's secretly thrilled.
 
Uncle: "Did Adi say something wrong?"
 
Mommy: "Aasim ji, you're always up for teasing me."
 
Mommy: "You know that word (milk) is something a mom says in private moments with her kids—not in public."
 
Uncle: "Oh come on, this isn't public—it's our home. Who's a stranger here?"
 
Uncle: "Fine, fine, if I'm the outsider..." (faking disappointment) "I thought of you, Nilesh ji, Aditya, and Naman as my own heart's family—even now."
 
Uncle: "Guess in my life, besides my kid, there's no one else..." (looking even more down).
 
Me: "No way, Uncle—that's not it at all. You're thinking wrong."
 
Me: "Family's made from the heart, not blood. For me, my family is you, Banu, Mommy, Dad, and Naman."
 
Me: "Next time, don't even think or say you're alone—ever!" (dead serious).
 
Uncle: "Okay, okay."
 
Mommy: "Please forgive me..." (her eyes welling up) "I didn't mean it like that at all."
 
Mommy: "You've always been ours, and since Suman's accident, you and Banu have gotten even closer to us."
 
Me: "Yeah, Uncle, Mommy's spot on."
 
Me: "Think of yourself as my second dad." (Lightening the mood.)
 
I laugh...
 
Mommy stares at me with wide eyes again, then smiles...
 
Uncle, eyeing Mommy: "But your mommy's face isn't saying that..."
 
Mommy: "No, it's not... I mean yes... No..."
 
She's stuttering, head down in shame.
 
Seeing Uncle and me laugh, Mommy cracks a little smile too.
 
Uncle: "There we go... Now, what was that word again?" (Teasing Mommy.)
 
We all laugh again...
 
Mommy's face turns beet red...
 
Now Mommy's inner slut awakens; she stands up and says in the kinkiest way: "If you were my baby, I'd tell you..."
 
Uncle and I roar with laughter, and Mommy giggles too as she goes to get Naman.
 
A bit later, Mommy returns with Naman, who's suckling greedily under her covered pallu, nursing on her full, milky tits.
 
She sits back in her chair.
 
Uncle: "You look so good right now, Chandni." (Winking at her.)
 
Mommy: "And I don't look good the rest of the time? You're always teasing me."
 
Uncle: "You always look good to me—but right now? Even hotter."
 
Uncle: "As for teasing, Nilesh never has time for you, so I fill that need..." (Grinning.)
 
Mommy: "I don't need it—whatever my husband gives is enough." (Pouting playfully.)
 
Me, jumping in: "Yeah right, Mommy—you totally need Uncle. You're always smiling when he's around."
 
Uncle: "Oh, is that so?" (Laughing.)
 
Mommy: "Well, sometimes..."
 
Mommy finishes eating...
 
Now, holding Naman with one hand as he nurses, she starts clearing plates with the other...
 
As she picks them up, mischief strikes me again. Sitting next to her, I shove my head under her pallu.
 
Mommy gasps in surprise—drops the plate, grabs my shoulder, pulls me away, then tugs my ear: "You're all grown up and still acting like a baby, hmm?"
 
Me, laughing: "Okay, okay, sorry! Won't do it again—forgive me, sweet Mommy?"
 
Uncle's loving every second, chuckling: "Looks like Adi's my son after all."
 
When Mommy gets close to Uncle to grab his plate, she slips on a puddle of water Dad spilled earlier in his rush.
 
She tumbles right into Uncle's lap—it's like heaven for him. His pants were already tenting from our dirty talk and my antics; Mommy feels that hard cock poke her ass, but Uncle quickly wraps his hand around her waist, squeezing her belly to "steady" her...
 
The scene: Uncle in the chair, Mommy perched on his throbbing lap, one hand cradling Naman as he sucks her tit, Uncle groping her soft belly... And Mommy lets out a sultry "Aaaahhh..."
 
That moan escapes her lips, all husky and needy. She jumps up quick, apologizes to Uncle—who's grinning like he won the lottery—and blushes hard. Composing herself, she grabs his plate again.
 
As she heads to the kitchen, Uncle calls her back.
 
She comes over; he says: "Bend down, please." And to me: "Adi, check if anyone's outside."
 
I look—no one's there...
 
That's when Uncle plants a kiss on her cheek.
 
Uncle: "That's for your sorry..." (Smiling slyly.)
 
Mommy's shocked: "Oh? And what about you groping my belly...?"
 
Uncle, playing innocent: "I didn't do that..."
 
Mommy: "You're so naughty!" (Pouting as she dashes to the kitchen...)
 
Me, laughing: "Uncle, what did I miss?"
 
He starts laughing too...
 
A little later, Dad comes back with some news...
 
In the next update...

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Part-2

Dad was beaming with joy...
Uncle: "Whoa, Nilesh ji, you look thrilled today! What's the big news?"
Dad: "Yeah, man, I'm over the moon."
Me: "What happened, Dad? Did you get a promotion too?"
Dad: "Son, I got a call from the company—my startup's sending me to Australia for some business meetings."
Uncle tensed up a bit, worried Dad might drag the whole family along, cutting off his chances to devour my mommy's juicy curves.
Uncle: "Awesome! They've finally seen your talent. I wish you all the success."
Dad: "Thanks a ton, Aasim ji—you're a true friend."
Uncle: "So, how long's the trip?"
Dad: "20 days. We've snagged some new investors there. I leave in 3 days—first-class flight booked. Boss says they need my tech skills and persuasion. I'm the key player; the whole company's riding on me."
Uncle: "Fantastic! I trust you completely, Nilesh ji—give it your 100%. Australia's gorgeous too. Your good days are here..."
Dad: "Absolutely. I'm pumped."
Me: "Dad, you're heading to Australia in 3 days?"
Dad (a bit down): "Yeah, Adi."
Me: "What about me and Mommy?"
Uncle (faking disappointment): "Sorry, kiddo. The company's still in startup mode—can't afford a full family trip for 20 days. But don't worry, if the deal seals perfectly, I'll snag a 10 lakh bonus... Then we'll jet off somewhere amazing, I promise."
Me: "Okay, Dad. I'll pray for your success."
Dad smiles. I was secretly thrilled—me and Mommy getting quality time with Uncle? Fuck yeah.
Mommy strolls in from the kitchen, overhearing the Australia buzz.
Mommy: "What's all this chatter?"
Dad: "My darling, great news from work—I'm off to Australia!"
Mommy (surprised): "Australia? Why?"
Dad: "Yeah, new investors for the startup. Gotta go solo for 20 days."
Mommy: "Oh, okay." (She looks a tad disappointed, her full tits heaving with a sigh.)
Uncle's watching, his mind exploding with filthy thoughts. Dad leaving alone? Nothing to stop him from pounding Mommy's wet pussy senseless. He was just wary of me—but hell, I wanted the same: Uncle giving my deserving mommy the deep, satisfying fucks Dad never could.
Dad: "Don't be upset, Chandni. I swear, when I return, we'll take the whole family on a killer vacation."
Mommy: "Yeah, just sad you'll be gone so long."
Dad: "I'll be back quick. And Aasim ji's here to look after you, Adi, and Naman."
Dad: "Right, Aasim ji? You'll take care of my wife and kids?"
Uncle: "Come on, no need to ask—it's our family, after all."
Dad grins: "Hey, I was just..."
Mommy blushes at the "take care" line—she knows exactly how Uncle plans to "care" for her once Dad's gone, his hands all over her milky body.
Mommy: "Fine, just come back soon."
Dad: "Promise."
Me: "No worries, Mommy—me and Uncle are here to take care of you."
Uncle: "Why, Chandni ji, don't you like us? Can't handle 20 days without Nilesh ji?"
Dad and Uncle crack up...
Mommy: "Oh, I know—you two will drive me crazy. I know your naughty tricks all too well."
(Mommy and Uncle were besties; Dad knew, and since Uncle's a joker, he'd flirt shamelessly with her. Dad just enjoyed the show... He's a real cuck, like me.)
(Everyone laughs...)
Dad: "Yeah, Aasim ji will fullfill all your needs. Don't worry."
Mommy: "Okay, I won't."
Uncle: "We're all here. We'll take good care of you—together."
Me: "Yeah, it's always fun with Uncle around."
Mommy: "Thank you, everyone ?."
More chit-chat about Australia, then Uncle heads home... He was ecstatic, just counting down those 3 days...
In those three days, Dad fucked Mommy as much as he could... But the poor guy couldn't last beyond 5-7 minutes. Mommy hadn't been properly satisfied in 3 years—what could my poor, horny mom do?
For three whole days, Dad gave it his all, slamming into my mommy's tight pussy.
I spied on every single session—Dad never lasted past 5 minutes. What a limp-dicked loser... Each fuck arely hit 5-8 minutes. I started pitying him: How did such a stunning, nympho goddess get trapped with this? Her life's wasting away without a real pounding. My only wish? Uncle and Mommy hooking up, giving her the orgasmic bliss she craves.
Dad and Mommy's dirty talk mid-fuck...
Dad's thrusting into Mommy missionary-style on the bed... He yanks her nightie's strap, freeing one massive, milk-swollen tit. Mommy giggles: "Nilesh, you're the biggest baby I've ever seen."
Dad: "How much milk's left in these beauties?"
Mommy: "They're always full—even after the baby sucks, they refill quick. I have to squeeze it out myself sometimes."
Dad: "My love, tell me next time—I'll drink every drop."
Mommy (laughing): "Oh yeah? Should I show up at your office to feed you my tits?"
Dad chuckles, latching onto her nipple, suckling greedily...
Mommy: "Mmm, what naughty talk... You're always with Aasim ji when home—gonna suck my milk in front of him?" She laughs...
Dad (grinning): "You're getting so dirty lately—I've noticed."
Dad: "Aasim ji's cool though..." (Chuckling—maybe he wouldn't mind; give it a try...)
Then Dad tugs and sucks her nipple harder...
Mommy: "Ahhh... Ahhhhh... Don't bite... No marks..."
Dad nips anyway in the heat.
Mommy: "Aaaaaahhhhhhhh....."
Mommy: "No, no—Adi's uncle is as swee as he is devilish... Ahhh... He'd shove you aside and suck my tits himself."
Dad bursts out laughing: "Hahahahaha..."
Mommy joins in: "Aasim ji's such a rascal."
Dad: "Really..."
Dad stops sucking.
Mommy: "If Suman were alive, it'd be perfect..."
Mommy: "Adi's uncle would have some peace in life... Now it's just me..."
Dad: "Why?"
Mommy: "I mean... I'm his only friend... You're naughty too, thinking wild things..."
Dad laughs...
Dad's sliding his cock slowly into Mommy's dripping cunt, thrusting gently while they chat...
Dad teases again: "Fine, while I'm gone... Let Adi milk you instead..."
Mommy: "But you said no—he's grown now."
Dad: "I meant not in public. What you two do at home? No issue with me."
My mind exploded with joy—thank you, Dad, thank you...
Mommy (blushing): "It's been so long since he nursed, and he's all manly now—not baby age for milk... You're crazy..." She bows her head in shame...
Dad (smiling): "Then why cling to him so much? He's your son—let him suckle, what's the harm..."
Mommy: "I don't cling—he's glued to me 24/7."
Mommy: "But he's so adorable... Can't push him away. His childish antics melt me..."
Dad keeps thrusting slow... Mommy rocks her hips, chatting in missionary, her tits jiggling.
Now Dad ramps up, pounding harder... Mommy's already soaked from the Uncle and me talk. When he slams deeper, she fakes loud moans: "Aaahhhh..... Aaaachhhhhhh...."
Aahh.....
Mommy: "Harder, harder.... Aaachhhh....."
Thapp... thpp..... thapppppp... thappp....
Then Dad cums inside her pussy—barely any load.
I think: What kind of man is this? Could knock up 10 kids but can't satisfy one? I hate when he touches her—it feels like she doesn't love him anymore. That spark died 3 years ago.
No man touches my mom without her consent... Except Uncle—that's different. I know she secretly loves him; that's why I see him as family.
Back to the story...
Mommy pops an I-pill—no pregnancy risk...
But she didn't cum... Nothing new; 3 years without an orgasm. Always left frustrated...
The whole show ends in under 10 minutes. I expected zilch from Dad.
I head to my room, jerking off imagining Uncle in Dad's place, ravaging Mommy... Dreaming of what'll happen after these 3 days... Then crash out...
Three days later...
Dad: "Son, wanna drop me at the airport this morning?"
Me: "Sorry, Dad—got a college project due. Can't be late; huge day."
Dad: "Okay, no problem."
Me: "Why not go with Uncle? He'll drop you."
Dad: "Sure. I'll ask him."
Soon, Uncle shows up...
Dad: "You're early..."
Uncle (grinning): "You're off for 20 days—thought I'd squeeze in more time. Can't chat like this without you..."
Dad gets the hint—those flirty vibes... They both laugh...
Uncle: "Just get to Australia safe. Call when you land."
Dad: "Your heart's pure gold. I've had friends, but none like you."
Uncle truly saw Dad as his best bud—but still craved fucking his wife. Doesn't mean hate, right? Happens all over: Besties sharing wives, tag-teaming, staying tight as ever...
More chit-chat between them...
Then Mommy enters, packing special food. Uncle's heart races at the sight—she's smoking hot... Happens daily; his lust builds. One day, he'll claim her pussy—inevitable.
Mommy's tits bounce as she walks, so sultry and inviting... She's dbangd her pallu over just one milky globe, the other on full display.
Deep cleavage teasing... God, I've seen her tits tons—when she bathes, dresses, feeds Naman.
She does it all in front of me; still sees me as her baby boy.
I mean, she knows I'm grown, but spoils me like a kid—and I play along with childish antics.
Back to the story...
Mommy spots Uncle there too, but instead of fully covering her heaving, milk-swollen tits, she purrs: "Oh, Aasim ji, you're here too—come in, come in."
She was thrilled he'd shown up, her nipples probably tingling under that thin pallu.
She'd noticed his eyes glued to her luscious breasts... but with Uncle, it didn't bother her one bit—it turned her on.
Dad (smiling wickedly): "And my queen, you're looking so damn sexy... Last night's passion hasn't faded yet."
Dad only talked dirty like that in front of Uncle. To him, Uncle was family—hell, in today's world, even blood relatives aren't this loyal, but a friend like Uncle? Better than kin (that's what Dad believed).
Mommy packs the special food she'd brought into Dad's suitcase, her saree clinging to her curves as she bends
Uncle: "Nilesh... man, your life's set" (watching Mommy pack, his cock probably twitching). "I'm the only lonely stud here."
Mommy: "Aasim ji, why don't you remarry?"
Uncle: "Oh, I will—if I find someone just like you. But the gods made you one-of-a-kind, a single, perfect piece."
Mommy beams at the compliment, her cheeks flushing with desire...
They both laugh; Mommy flashes a coy smile.
Then, Mommy heads back to the kitchen for more...
After chatting with Dad a bit, Uncle excuses himself to the bathroom—right in front of Dad, he gets up from the hall and heads that way...
Something felt off to me (like always—secretly, it thrilled me)
I sneak after him. Uncle veers off course once inside...
And slips into the kitchen... My hunch was spot on—he's plotting to propose to Mommy these days... and fuck her senseless too...
I peek from the door, watching and listening to every filthy detail...
I knew once Dad left, Mommy's real, earth-shattering moans—"Aaaahhhh.... Aaaahhh.."—would echo after 3 long years. (Thinking that made me grin inside).
Now, the kitchen scene...
Uncle sneaks up and pinches Mommy's waist hard.
Mommy: "Aaooccchhh... Aah..., Adi, not now pleaseee, tease me later."
Uncle: "It's me, Chandni—your own special someone."
Mommy whirls around: "Oh, Aasim ji, you? Here? Where's Adi's dad?"
Uncle (smirking): "Still in the hall, but he'll be gone soon..."
Mommy (nervous, her pussy probably wetting): "Oh? Then what are you doing here? And why pinch me?" (Pouting cutely) "Hu.. hu...."
Uncle (grinning): "Can't I even do that...? He places both hands on her shoulders.
Mommy: "No, go—Adi might come." She glances out, checking if anyone's watching... and brushes his hands away.
I duck out of sight—I was ready for this...
Uncle: "No one's here; Adi's in the hall."
Mommy sighs in relief.
Uncle: "You're so amazing, Chandni, and so ho......" (He trails off) "Gorgeous right now."
Mommy (blushing deep): "Really..?"
Mommy (smiling): "And what were you saying? So ho...? Tell me, tell me??"
Uncle: "Um.. h.. I was just saying ho... heroine."
Mommy (grinning): "I know what you meant... Am I a heroine? Haaa..."
Uncle: "At least to me, you are..."
Mommy (smiling wider): "I get what you're doing with me..."
Uncle: "Then say it with those beautiful, kissable lips..."
Mommy (giggling): "No way—I'm not like you, flirting with your best friend's wife..."
Mommy (a bit panicked): "Okay, go now—someone might come. Bye."
Uncle: "Going, but I'll be back... Bye."
As he leaves, he steals a kiss on her cheek and grazes her navel...
Mommy: "Aahh..., No..., You've gotten so naughty—I won't talk to you anymore" (Faking a pout) and "hu.." as she puffs her cheeks...
My lust was raging too... That's exactly what I wanted—Uncle to pound my mommy raw, over and over.
After that, life would be pure bliss. I want to fuck my mommy too—I could've done it ages ago. With all my teasing and play, he never stops me; she even encourages it. If I snuck up alone, yanked off her saree, and shoved my 8-inch cock straight into her dripping cunt, she'd just moan sweetly: "Adi, please stop... Do it later, someone might come... Let go..... Addiiiii......."
(Thinking that made me smirk.)
But what could I do? Uncle was coming back; I snuck out to the garden.
Uncle detours to the bathroom first, flushes for show, then returns to the hall.
Dad hears the flush...
Uncle sits: "Anyway, only half an hour till 10—we should head out."
Dad: "Yeah, let's go. Hey, Chandni, we're leaving..."
Mommy rushes out.
I come in from the garden...
Dad: "Aasim ji, take care of them—I'm leaving them with you."
Uncle: "Come on, no need to ask for family."
Uncle: "Chandni ji's as much mine as yours... I mean, the family's mine too..."
(Everyone laughs...)
Mommy smirks at Uncle with a sideways glance... God, what a scene... Her tits jiggled with her smile... Felt like I couldn't hold back—rip open her blouse right there in front of Uncle. Whatever happens, happens...
Mommy and I bid Dad goodbye...
Let's see what Aasim ji does with my mother after dropping him at the airport. I'm planning to say something bold to one of them (Mommy or Uncle) in the next update.....

[theHero]

Part 3

I'd been waiting for this day forever... Dad was off to Australia for 20 days on work, leaving the perfect window for Uncle to seize his chance—hoisting Mommy onto his lap, spreading her thighs wide, and pounding her dripping pussy until she squirted like a fountain. Uncle must be thrilled as fuck... and so was I. Nothing could stop him from becoming my second dad now...
Uncle could return anytime after dropping Dad at the airport...
Mommy was still in the kitchen. I snuck in, pausing for 2 seconds to drink in her stunning beauty... Then I wrapped my arms around her from behind, hugging tight.
Mommy (grinning): "Here comes my naughty devil—done with your teasing already? Come on... Adi..."
I showered kisses all over her neck, cheeks, shoulders... My hands roamed her soft belly, stroking it sensually...
Me: "My sweet Mommy... You're so gorgeous... I'll never let you go..."
Mommy (giggling): "Let go, please... Let me work... You can do whatever you're doing later... Adddiiiiiii..."
Me: "No, I've fallen in love with you. I'm not like Dad, ditching such a hot wife at home..." (Kissing her neck deeply...)
Mommy: "Love me later... Let go now..."
Me: "Nope... Dad's off having fun in Australia... Now you're all mine, okay!"
Mommy: "You'll never let go... Hmm..."
Me: "You're not some thing to abandon—you're made for loving..." (Squeezing her waist this time)...
Mommy: "Aahhh.. Adiii... No... Na..."
Me: "Mommy, you like it when I do this, don't you..."
Mommy: "Aahh... Hmm.. Let go... Someone might come..."
Me: Squeezing harder...
Me: "Should I squeeze even tighter, Mommy? Tell me... ?"
Me: "You love it when someone touches your waist like this... Say it..."
Mommy: "Aaaahhh.... Only your dad... and you... Aahh..."
Me: "And me??"
Me: "There's one more you didn't name..." I start chuckling softly...
Teasing about Uncle Aasim: "Mommy, he's groped you too—massaging your waist from top to bottom... Hahahah.. Hahaha.. Ahhaha..."
Mommy wriggles free from my hands, turns around. I pin her against the basin... Pressing close...
She places both hands on my shoulders... Mine stay on her waist, squeezing... Mommy's getting so wet down there.
Mommy plants a kiss on my cheek: "Go now, come back later—I'm washing dishes."
Me: "You do your work; I'll do mine..."
Me: "Mom, tell me truthfully—do you still love Dad like you did when you married?"
Mommy stops laughing, looks disappointed: "What, Adi... Why ask that out of nowhere?"
I pull her closer... "Mom, answer me. Do you love Dad?"
She stays silent, head bowed, hands on my shoulders, mine on her waist—she just stands there...
Me: "Mom, I'm the closest person to you in the world. If you can't tell me, who will you tell? The neighbor???"
She doesn't speak, just grips my shoulders tighter.
Me: "Mom, you said if you can't tell anyone, at least be open with me—like with your own mom..."
Me: "What's happened to that? I'm open with you, hide nothing... And I expect you to share everything too."
She says nothing, just hugs my neck tight, tears in her eyes...
Mom: "Adi.......... Mm.. m.. I don't love your dad... When we arried, I thought love would grow... But he's not romantic at all. He married me just for my sexy body, w.. wo... He's impotent—barely interested in sex... What can I do?" She bursts into sobs... "I have needs too, but your dad can't fulfill them..."
Me: "Mom, please don't cry..." I wipe her tears... But she won't let go of the hug... I manage to dry her eyes somehow...
Me: "Mom, don't worry—I'm here. I'll fix everything."
Me: "I'll fulfill all your needs... Even the ones Dad can't. Just never cry again."
She stops crying... Now just holding me lovingly...
Me (smiling): "Mom, one question."
Mommy: "Ask..."
Me: "When was the last time you came...?

She tries to pull away, scold me—but I don't want the scolding, so I laugh and hug her tighter; she can't escape...
Mommy: "Crazy boy.... Who talks to their mom like that..."
Me, serious now: "Mom, I said with me around, no one will hurt you... I have the right to know. How long has that limp-dicked bastard not made you happy..."
Mommy: "But son..."
Me: "Mom, no buts—you're mine now. I won't let anyone touch you... Not even him. You'll sleep only with me from now on..."
Mommy: "What will Dad say... And society... Au... Auu... And your Uncle Aasim ji... What will he say..."
Me: "Mooom.... Forget society and Dad—I'll handle them... I'll do something amazing; everyone will bow to me..."
A smile lights up her face...
Mommy: "Really, it feels like I depend only on you now... If my baby loves me, I'll have no worries..."
Me, boldly: "Oh yeah, my queen..."
Mommy again...
Mommy: "Whatever you say goes now..." Hugging me tight... "My king......"
We both—mom and son—burst into laughter...
Me: "Mom, your full responsibility is mine now..."
She just smiles...
I'm still hugging her... And squeeze one of her tits hard...
Mommy flashes a devilish smile: "Naughty, teasing me—let go..." One hand on my back holding the hug, the other futilely trying to free her tit...
Mommy: "Let go, Addiiii..... Ummm... Ahhh... Ahh... Not so hard........." Then she gives up, wraps both arms around me again...
Mommy (grinning): "As soon as your dad leaves, you've claimed me..."
Me: "Mom, you were always mine—and always will be..."
Mom: "Never leave me alone..."
Me: "Yes, Mom—never. Me and Aasim ji will take full care of you..."
Mommy:
Aasim ji............
I release the hug...
Me: "Yesss, Mooom..... Uncle Aasim's great too..." Pinching her belly playfully: "He won't let you miss a strong, dark, massive hunk..."
She giggles wildly... Hides her face...
Mommy: "What do you mean...

Me: "Exactly what you're thinking..." And squeeze her other tit...
Mom: "Get off, shameless... Touching your mom anywhere...... These are only for your little brother......" (Teasing)...
Me: "Don't play hard to get, Mom—or I'll rip your blouse in the market, strip you topless..." Laughing, then: "Then not me—the whole world will suck your tits... Squeezing and groping them... Hahahahahahahaha......"
She blushes hard... Covers her eyes with her hands... Teasing back: "Get lost, what a dirty boy—saying you'll let the world drink from your mom's tits, naughty boy Adi."
Me, laughing: "What's the problem, Mom? You'd love it most—think how huge your nipples would get..... Hahahahhhaahhhahahhhh......... You'd fill everyone's bellies..."
She's flushing red and yellow with shame... "Get lost, naughty... Only my babies drink from me......"
I squeeze her boobs again...
Mommy: "Aaahhhhh......"
Me: "Mommy...."
Mommy: "Yesss...."
Me: "If you nursed outside too... Uncle Aasim would suck and drink the most, hahahhhaahhahahhha......... He'd chase everyone away with his strength... Grab you and guzzle all your juice himself..."
Mommy: "Get lost, rascal... Saying anything...... Aasim ji's not like that..... He's so good......"
Me: "Yes, Mom, haven't you noticed how he stares at you—like a starving beggar at food? Like he'll scoop you up right now, throw you on the bed, fuck you senseless, and pump another baby into you... My little brother.. Hahahahhhahhaahaaahhah......"
Mommy: "Get lost, crazy..." She storms off in fake anger... Muttering, "Big baby coming out..."
I grab her waist, hoist her onto the counter: "Where you going, my love..."
Mommy: "You've gone full naughty, Adi—get off, I won't talk to you....." (Pouting fakely)...
Me: "Mad at me, huh, my sweet Mommy?" (Faking hurt): "Fine, I won't talk to you either... Go wherever..." And release her...
Mommy: "Aww, aww, my baby's upset..." Hugging lovingly: "I was joking—could I ever not talk to you? No, my baby..." Kisses all over my face...
I plant a dangerous kiss on her lips—she squirms at first: "Ooommm... Mmhh... Mh.. Na..... Naa.... Ummm...... Ummm...." Then she joins in, kissing back fiercely......... Pure bliss, what can I say...
I break the kiss: "Mommy, I want to suck your milk—feed me......"
Mommy: "My precious son.... Still whining like a baby... My baby... Wants Mommy's milk...."
Me: "Yesss, Mooom. Feed me milk....." Squeezing her tits harder—her blouse wets at the nipples from leaking...

Mommy: "My baby, drink tonight—I won't say no....."
I hug her again...
She hugs back tight...
Me: "Mommy, will you suck..."
She probably gets what I mean, blushes red again... After a full 5 seconds, asks..
Mom: "Whaaat... Suck what....."
Me (smiling): "What you're thinking... My cock....."
And I burst out laughing......
She's shocked I meant that—and saying it boldly..... Mom knows now I'm perfect to handle her...
She playfully slaps my chest, smiling: "You've got no shame..."
Me: "Okaay, fine—don't suck. But remember, I'll make you suck mine and Uncle Aasim's cocks.... Hahahah" And I dash out the narrow way...
I didn't need to run—I could've grabbed her hair like a real man, forced her down, and made her suck my dick... She'd pretend a bit then eagerly slurp away... But I wanted more seduction... So I went with the flow...
Out in the hall, I think...
My job prepping Mommy for Uncle was underway... I'd given her a seductive dose today, stirring her pussy... Now Uncle would finish it... And I'd watch secretly...
From the hall, I yell: "Mommy, I'm in my room studying—if you need anything, tell me..."
Mommy: "Okay, my devilish baby....."
In my room, I call Uncle—he picks up.
Me: "Hello, Uncle—dropped Dad at the airport?"
Uncle: "Yeah, son—your dad's gone."
Me: "Where are you now?"
Uncle: "Heading back—5 minutes away. What's up?"
I tell him to pull over—'cause the dose I'm about to drop is huge and bold...
Uncle: "What happened, son? Okay, hold on..." He parks the bike: "Yeah, tell me, Adi."
Me (nervous about his reaction, but positive—pausing 5 seconds to steel myself): "Uncle, go home and fuck my mom... Tear her pussy apart... She's been craving you forever... My mom needs your thick cock......"
30 seconds of silence... Both sides.
Uncle (shocked): "Whaaaat............"
Me (confident): "You heard right... Yeah... I'm sick of Dad... He never makes my sweet mom happy... You saw when she heard about Australia—she just said okay, like it doesn't matter if he's here or not... You know his issue... You're like my best friend—I respect you so much. You've taught me everything like a real dad—biking, cricket, trendy clothes, and more. Not like my so-called dad. You've been secretly teasing and romancing my mom—now stop hiding. I want you as my real dad... So romance her openly in front of me, tease her in front of me, fuck her in front of me—claim your right. I truly see you as the one to ravage her pussy, break the bed slamming into my delicate mom. She needs only you now—please, Uncle, don't say no. I know you love her, want to sleep with her. Dad's gone 20 days—quench her thirst. Any discussions, do them alone with me... I'll explain everything... But please, don't say no—for my mom's pussy...."
Uncle's speechless... Processes for 20 seconds: "Yes, I get it, my son... You've thought of us all—I can never repay this... " Tears in his eyes... "Thanks, kid... I promise I'll love your mom deeply—never let her want for anything. Thanks, my boy..." (He seemed more emotional than Mom).
Me: "Thank god you undrstand... But yeah, I love Mom tons too. You'll get this only if you stay under my control... You know how much she loves me—she'll never go against me... And all your fucking has to be in front of me... I love watching.. So what do you say, Uncle..."
Uncle: "Son, you're my real dad now—I'll follow every word... Just give me your mom naked, man...."
Me: "Uncle, but one problem—from me, it's a yes, but you'll have to seduce her into fucking—that's your job."
Me: "Uncle, just fuck her hard and knock her up again—I want another brother..... (Laughing)—Maybe you want another kid from her too... Right..... Haahahah....."
Uncle: "As you wish, my best boy Addiii......" And he laughs too: "Hhhahhhhaaaaaahhhaahhhh......... "
Me: "Okay, Uncle—bye.. I'm home in my room. Come straight here and propose to Mommy... I'll watch secretly, then convince her to let me join in bed... Okay, bye."
Uncle: "Okay, son—bye."
I hang up.
Uncle arrived home in just 5 minutes... But he was sweating buckets, thinking it wouldn't impress Chandni ji looking like this. So, he headed to his place first... Freshened up real nice, splashed on some killer perfume that made him smell irresistible—like Mommy would catch a whiff and wrap her legs around him on the spot. Anyway, moving on...
Uncle snuck in through the front door, slipping into the hall quietly. He was a mix of nerves and excitement—heart pounding with fear and joy. Now, let's see, folks, if Mommy gives in or just plays hard to get with her teasing nakhre. He crept toward the kitchen, but it was empty—the dishes all washed. Uncle paused, wondering where she'd gone, then it hit him to check the bedroom...
Guys, I'd already told Mommy I was studying in my room, so she probably figured not to disturb me. But as soon as I spotted Uncle, I snuck downstairs. He didn't see me coming from the bedroom side—he couldn't have...
I was thrilled with his timing... In just moments, you'd see why...
Uncle assumed Mommy was lounging... He cracked the bedroom door a sliver and peeked in—his breath caught, balls tightening instantly... Because there she was, casually nursing Naman with her milky tits out, no pallu in sight. She'd swapped her saree for a slinky nighty... Hell, she nursed in front of me 80% of the time anyway...
The vibe was pure, sultry heat—imagine a voluptuous housewife, her full, leaking breasts exposed, feeding her baby in the privacy of her room... And bam, a stranger bursts in. What a filthy, thrilling scene... I was loving every second of eyeing Mommy like that...
Uncle took three deep, ragged breaths, then shoved the door open wide and stormed in... Mommy jumped, startled—who the hell? She hadn't seen his face yet, but that body looked familiar. Panic hit, then relief washed over her—it was Uncle Aasim ji, not some intruder... Still, she was shocked; he'd been dropping Dad at the airport...
Mommy: "Aasim ji, you......"
Uncle: "Yes, Chandni—it's me. I told you I'd come back, and here I am."
Mommy scrambled for her pallu to cover up, but it wasn't on the bed. Blushing crimson, she tried shielding her swollen tits with her hands, shame flooding her as she mustered: "You... You were dropping Adi's dad at the airport—back so soon?"
That's how flushed she was......
Uncle plopped right beside her on the bed: "Yeah, Chandni—I raced my bike here... For you."
Mommy blushed, smiling shyly: "For me......?"
Uncle: "Nilesh said to take care of his wife—make sure she wants for nothing... So here I am, at your service."
Mommy (giggling): "Oh really... That's why you sped back on your bike..."
Uncle: "Only for you... My sweet bhabhi ji..." And he winked at her.
Mommy grinned again... "Well, there's no work right now, Aasim ji..."
Uncle: "Oh, telling me to leave already..."
Mommy: "No, no—why would I? Sit, pleaseee..."
Uncle (playfully): "So, what are you up to, my pretty bhabhi ji..."
Mommy shot him a sideways glare: "Can't you see what I'm doing..."
Uncle: "Nursing, bhabhi ji..." Another wink...
I was getting pumped—wondering how Mommy would fire back at his flirty antics...
Mommy: "Anyway, forget that... See that dupatta on the wardrobe? Please hand it to me..." She was mortified asking him for clothes like this...
Uncle (grinning): "Bhabhi ji, no need to be shy around me... Don't you see me as yours?"
Mommy, smiling: "You are ours... " She lowered her eyes... "But you always tease me... What can I do..... And anyway, I'm a mom—only my babies have the right to see my breasts..." Then, grinning: "What you've glimpsed is enough for you..."
Uncle: "My darling, I want to see it all—show me..."
Mommy's eyes widened, hand flying to her mouth...
Mommy: "Aasim ji, get out—or who knows what you'll do..."
Uncle chuckled, heading to the wardrobe... Spotting her bras while eyeing the dupatta. A wicked smile spread across his face—he grabbed the bras instead...
Mommy's jaw dropped... He dangled her two bras, teasing her with a smirk...
Uncle: "Whoa, what gorgeous bras, Chandni ji... Didn't know you wore flower prints and love hearts... My wife used to—I'd buy them for her... Love 'em..."
Mommy's ass clenched in embarrassment... Blushing wildly: "Y... You... Put those down... I'm so ashamed..."
Uncle laughed: "What's to be shy about, my love? Every woman wears these... And I adore this style..."
Mommy: "Let go... Aasim ji......"
Uncle brought the bras to his nose, inhaling deep... "Aaaaahhhhhh.... What a scent..."
Mommy thought to herself: He's getting high off sniffing my bra... She couldn't take it—jumped p, snatching at them... Uncle raised them high, standing tall... She leaped, trying to grab, but couldn't... One hand cradling my brother, the other reaching... Pressing against Uncle, her tits smooshing into him... He felt every jiggle, heating up...
Now, onward...
Uncle: "Fine, fine, bhabhi ji—on one condition, I'll return your bras..."
Mommy: "What..."
Uncle: "I'll keep one..."
Mommy, shocked: "Whaaat......"
Uncle roared with laughter: "Kidding, my Chandni..."
As he lowered them, he squeezed the tit pressing against him...
Mommy giggled, snatching her bras and darting back, eyeing him: "You're too much, Aasim ji—always taking advantage of being my best friend" (Pouting): "You're so dirty..." Then shyly: "I'm Adi's mom, and you're groping me behind his back..."
In my mind: Mom, Uncle's groping your tits right in front of mewith full rights.
Uncle (teasing): "Anyway, this room's ours for the next 20 days..."
Mommy, eyes wide: "Whaaat?"
Uncle, joking: "I mean, I want to spend these 20 days with you... My Chandni..."
Mommy (blushing): "Yours, huh..."
Uncle: "You look stunning..." He scooted closer, stroking Naman's head as he nursed...
Mommy's nipples tingled like electricity—fearing he'd squeeze hard again. Her milk flowed faster, spilling from Naman's mouth on both sides...
They both sat on the bed...
Uncle: "Look, Chandni—your milk's overflowing..." Laughing... Mommy just blushed, head down... What could she say......
Uncle: "You look so beautiful...... Mash,.'....."
Mommy: "You always flatter me falsely..." (Playing coy)......
Uncle: "Chandni, I swear on myself and God—I've never seen a woman as gorgeous as you. I'd never lie... Truly..."
Mommy loved these moments with him... Deep down, she craved Uncle Aasim... But couldn't admit it...
Mommy: "Really? But I have kids now—how am I still beautiful?"
Uncle: "Your mistake—women are hottest at this stage... When they've got two kids and hit their early 30s... So sultry... Mmm.. Mee... I mean, stunning..."
Mommy burst out laughing at the "sultry" slip... Her pussy soaking wet...
Uncle: "Nilesh's life is made with a wife like you. I envy him—you're his..."
That soured the mood...
Mom had gained courage from our talk... Now she could spill the truth... Knowing I had her back... No more fear...
Mommy (sad): "Nilesh ji doesn't even love me, and you say his life's made."
Her weak spot—denied bedroom bliss for years. Even those last three days brought no pleasure... She hadn't cum in 3-4 years...
Tears welled in her eyes...
Uncle: "Don't worry, Chandni... It'll be okay. I'm here..." He dbangd an arm over her shoulder... "My shoulder's always yours. Please don't cry—you don't look good like this..."
She stopped crying...
Mommy felt shy yet comforted—someone besides her son Adi listened in this world
Uncle: "Nilesh is such a fool, an ass—with a beauty like you, yet no love. If it were me, I'd give you every joy, show you the world, fulfill every desire..."
Mommy listened... Gazing at him like a lover...
I was thrilled—Uncle's sly, spinning sweet webs. Like this, Mommy'd spread her legs right now...
She'd always kinda loved him—they'd spent tons of time together. He kept her happy; she probably forgot her real husband sometimes.
Now, onward...
Mommy couldn't hold back... With my permission...
Sobbing, she threw her arms around Uncle. He opened his, welcoming her, hugging tight...
Uncle: In the embrace, whispered: "Where's Adi?"
Mommy, still hugging: "In his room..."
Her free tit mashed hard against his chest, nipples poking like diamonds... He savored every thrill...
Uncle: "My Chandni, I love you a billion times more than Nilesh. Just be mine."
Mommy giggled through tears...
Uncle (teasing): "By the way, your... um... other one's poking me..."
Mommy: "Whaaat....." Then realized, embarrassed, blushing... She broke the hug..
Mommy (shy): "You could've said earlier" (Head down, smiling)...... "Naughty...."
Uncle (laughing): "Okaaay.. I'm naughty.... But with those huge (nipples) teasing me—you're the real flirt....." (Cracking up)......
Mommy bowed her head, flushing red and yellow with shame...
Uncle pushed further: "If no kiss there... How about tasting—or just a peck..."
Mommy, eyes wide, mix of smile and shock: "What did you say....... Naughty......." Playfully slapping his chest...
God, what a steamy sight...
Uncle: "Fine, no tit kiss... Then one on the cheek, please......"
They were openly flirting now...
Uncle eyed the scene beside her...
Mommy laughed: "No, no..." And dashed away, holding Naman...
Uncle chased: "I'm faster..." Blocking the door so she couldn't escape...
Mommy, giggling cutely, turned back... Naman was full now... She laid him in the crib... Tucked her tits in.
Uncle sat on the bed; Mommy bolted for the door laughing... But he was right there—grabbed her waist, lifted her up...
Mommy: Giggling... "Let gooo... No..... No....."
Uncle (laughing): "Just one kiss... Please.... Chandni....... Come onnn......"
Mommy bowed her head, eyes shut, laughing... Loving the playful chase with him...
Uncle (smiling): "My love, come on naaa......."
Uncle: "Baby.... One kisss......."
Then he dropped her onto the bed...
Mommy laughed, scooting away—then noticed her tits peeking out of the nighty... Uncle glimpsed a tease... His cock stiffened from the fun... Mommy's pussy drenched... And mine leaked precum...
Onward...
Uncle grabbed her ankles; she quickly tried stuffing her boobs back... But he caught her hands, pinning them—climbing fully on top... She thrashed her head side to side; his face hovered above... Her top three buttons undone, only two fastened.
Uncle: "Give me a kiss, or..." Mommy blushed... "No, don't pull, please..." He shifted her wrists to one hand, freeing the other... Grabbed her nighty top: "Tell me what to do, love..."
Mommy (smiling): "No, no—Aasim ji, what are you doing, don't pull—Naman's here....."
Uncle: "He's seen your sweet treasures plenty—now his second dad will..."
Mommy (grinning): "Such naughty talk, Aasim ji..."
Uncle: "Fine, but I'll take my kiss from Adi's mommy..." And planted a fierce one on her cheek... Puch.... Puch.. Cch.. Chh... Then the other: Puuuhhch.. Chh.. Umm...
He'd released her hands... But her limits shattered—she was enjoying... Puch... Phcccchhh... Umm.. Um... Puch.... Chhh.....
For a full 2 minutes—120 seconds—of smacking, slurping bliss. Then he yanked her nighty down harder... Exposing 30% of her milky tits.
Mommy grabbed it quick, hiding: "You won't stop, will you..."
Uncle: "No... My darling..." Then dove in for a devastating lip lock...
Mommy's eyes bulged... Her lipstick smeared onto his lips...
Mommy: "Mmm..... Mm..... Nah.... No......"
Uncle crushed her lips, sucking hard...
Pleasure hit her....... THEN I burst through the door...
Uncle didn't flinch, but Mommy freaked...
Now Uncle just smirked at her in that state. "Adi, I thought you were studying—so I came to help in the kitchen... But here you are, enjoying with Uncle..."
Me: "How long's this been going on, Mom..."
Uncle: "Son, we're just playing around..."
Mommy shoved Uncle off, sat up, buttoning her nighty... Tense: "Adi, it's nothing—you know your uncle... Always teasing..."
Me: "Hahaha, okaaay, okay..." (She relaxed a bit...) "Mom, I love you—I just want you happy" (Hugging her): "Nothing else. You two look perfect together."
Mommy blushed a little...
Mommy: "Swear, Adi—from now on, no more... Don't be mad, please..."
Me: "No, no, Mom—I wasn't mad; it felt great seeing you seize life. Dad ruined yours... But I'm thrilled you took control."
Me: "I want you doing this every day..."
Mommy blushed: "Get off—I've got to go..."
Me (teasing): "Where to, my darling... Let me tease a bit too..." I pushed her back on the bed, climbed on—kissing her navel... She laughed hard... Now Uncle joined, lip-locking her.
Her mouth clamped... Just muffled: "Muhh.. Muu.... Mu... Muuuhhhhh..... Mu.. Um... Ummm..."
After 5 minutes, we let her go... Giggling, she fled the room...
Panting... What a wild start to the day...
We paused a bit, but Mommy avoided eye contact... Just smiling...
Lunchtime...
Mommy: "Adi baby, Aasim ji—come, food's ready..."
Uncle and I sat at the table... He hadn't washed—her lipstick still smeared on his mouth...
Mommy headed back to the kitchen... Uncle whispered: "Hold on, Adi—be right back..." And followed... I snuck after, peeking from the door... She was at the stove... He crept up, grabbed her waist, slamming his crotch into her plump, protruding ass—squeezing hard... She startled, then relaxed...

Uncle: "Mmm, mixing veggies today, Chandni—what a dish. But what are you cooking?" Still groping her waist, grinding his dick against her ass—his must be about 8 inches too.
She felt it poking her crack... But savored it...
Mommy: "Let go, Aasim ji—Adi might come... What are you doing.... Aahhummm..... Move your hand down... Don't... Like the food? Go eat—why here.... Aahh...."
Uncle thrust once over clothes...
Mommy: "Aahhhhhh...... Ummm..... It tickles..."
Uncle: "Fun? Want more..."
Mommy: "Nooo.... Go..."
He spun her around—face to face... She blushed, avoiding his eyes... Just smiling...
Uncle: "One more kiss—then I'll go... One more..."
She looked up, spotting her lipstick on his lips and around... Blushed: "What's this... You didn't wash..."
Uncle: "Your handiwork—from our bed fun..."
Mommy: "Wash it—Adi'll say something... Come, rinse..."
Uncle: "You do it..."
Knowing resistance was futile... She grabbed his hand, led to the sink, turned on the water—scrubbed his face...
Wiped with her own lips... Told him to go; he planted a fierce neck kiss for 20 seconds—Mommy: "Ahh.. Umm... Let go... Let go.... Aaaahhh.. Umm.." Giving her a hickey.
Uncle, leaving: "Chandni, you look stunning in sarees—wear one... Deep blouse too..."
And headed back... I sat in my chair... He joined beside me.
Me: "Uncle, having fun?"
Uncle: "Tons... Now it'll be daily bliss. Your mom's just nakhre today—tomorrow she'll crave it full-on..." Winked at me.
Mommy went from kitchen to bedroom... Emerged after 10 minutes...
Uncle and I stared at her...
Soon she joined, eating like normal... As if nothing happened...
Me: "Mom, what's that on your neck..."
She knew—the love bite from Aasim ji...
Mommy glared at Uncle playfully: "Your uncle did it—in the kitchen. He's gone full naughty—do something, Adi. I'm your mom; he can't take advantage like this..." (Pouting)...
Me: "Mom, no one takes advantage of my mom—except Uncle, right? He has some rights over you..." Winked at her: "Anyway, I gave him permission..."
Me: "Mom, it's so cute... You look even hotter now..."
She smiled: "Really... But your uncle's devilish—see, he bruised my waist red..."
I kissed her cheek...
Mommy (smiling): "You two just... Always teasing me..."
Me: "And truthfully, you love it... Sweet Mommy."
Mommy (pouting): "No way..."
Uncle: "Hey, Adi's mom—something in your saree."
Mommy: "What..."
Uncle yanked her pallu—exposing 30% of her milky tits...
Uncle: "A bug—gone now..."
Uncle: "God, what a creation you are—eyeing you alone gets me off..."
Mommy grinned: "Hay, what can I say, Aasim ji....." Smiling at him... Didn't fix her pallu... "Enough flattery—eat..."
Uncle and I devoured our food, ogling her deep cleavage, teasing her... We three finished...
When Mommy came for my plate, I pinched her belly...
Mommy: "Aahhh.. Adiii, naughty boy....."
I laughed... When she reached Uncle, he grabbed her waist, plopping her on his lap...
Me: "Hahahhahhhhaaa, Uncle—enjoying?"
And planted a lip kiss—her hair tousled... "Aahh.." escaped... Then nipped her neck... Moments later, she stood... Accidentally, her tits brushed him—pure bliss for him... Mommy yelped loud: "Aaaahhhhh....." Then, smirking: "You've got so muchfire—stud..." Grabbed the plates, headed to wash...
Me (winking): "Uncle, you're a player..."

He just smiled...

[theHero]

Part 3 Continuation...
The scene shifted to us lounging in the hall, sprawled on the sofa, eyes glued to the TV... Chit-chat flowed easily—college stuff for me, work woes for Uncle...
Uncle: "Son, I reckon your dad's Australia trip might stretch longer—based on my experience, business gigs like that often do."
Me: "Uncle, that's awesome news... Gives us more time to build that bond with Mommy..."
Uncle: "Yeah..."
We were sunk into the sofa, but Mommy had been standing behind us for 2 minutes, eavesdropping, hands on her hips with a fake stern face: "What bond are you building..."
Mo... Mooom... When did you sneak up? How long have you been there...
Mommy: "Two minutes—listening to your scheming..."
Uncle: "Oh, Chandni, we're just shooting the breeze... Forget it... Come sit."
I grabbed her hand, yanking her onto the sofa... But my bold Mommy plopped right into my lap...
Me: "Mom, I'm bored..."
Mommy: "Yesss......"
Me: "So, what should we do? Any ideas..."
Uncle: "Why not head to the bedroom..."
Mommy: "Your mind's always on one thing..."
Me: "Nah, Uncle—not in the mood. Something else..."
Her arms looped around my neck...
I whispered: "Let's watch a good movie..."
Mommy: "Sure.. Fine.." (She adored movies, especially Hollywood flicks)...
I announced: "ROMANTIC MOVIES!"
Mommy giggled, burying her face in my shoulder, then started peppering my neck with kisses for 5 seconds...
I murmured in her ear—something that made her eyes widen in surprise...
Then I signaled Uncle with a nod...
Uncle was a pro at this... He grabbed Mommy's waist just below, fingers digging into her plush ass cheeks, yanking her onto his lap... She squirmed back toward me... But he locked her in with both arms, gripping tight... She settled, melting against his chest... And we dove into the movie...
I didn't want to interrupt their heat—and craved a prime view of the action...
So I shifted to the side sofa... Mommy protested, but I insisted: "Mom, I don't want to disturb you and Uncle..."
Now I lounged on the side, while Mommy perched on Uncle's lap in the big one...
His hands roamed her waist; she reclined against him...
She'd surrendered fully. No more protests—just basking in his touch as they watched... His fingers didn't creep slowly anymore—they boldly squeezed her waist; she didn't stop him. He'd press lightly; she'd moan soft "Aah.. Umm.." but never halt him... Building courage, he grazed her blouse; she smiled, unresisting. Up to her neck, planting kisses... Mommy: "Umm.. Let go..." But said nothing more... He stroked her blouse again... Mommy: "Um.. Um... Ah.." He squeezed her tit... Mommy: "Umm.. No.. Let go—Adi's watching... Ummm..." But he ignored, kissing her neck, shoulders, ears... Craving more, he kneaded her breasts harder... Her "Aahhh.." escaped softly, controlled...
Mommy whispered in his ear: "Aasim ji, what are you doing—let go, Adi's right here."
Mommy (pouting): "You've gotten so naughty... I'm your friend's wife... You shouldn't do this behind his back..."
I eyed Uncle; he glanced back—I mouthed: This is the moment... He got it...
Uncle turned serious, dropping to one knee like a proposal, grabbing her hand: "Chandni, I love you so damn much..." (Me as Adi) I paused the movie, watching intently...
Uncle (dead serious): "I can't live without you... I'll love you a billion times more than Nilesh. Give you every joy in the world—things he couldn't dream of. Every word from my heart—feel it..." He pressed her hand to his pounding chest... "Nilesh could never love you... You dreamed big before marriage, but he crushed them. I'll make every fantasy real... My Chandni... I love you..." He was emotional as hell... Mommy even more, tears of joy streaming at his words... Truth was, she'd longed for him to propose forever... Feared rejection would shatter her...
My Mommy had waited for this moment forever—I had no clue how long...
Me, loud: "Please, Mom—don't cry... You look awful crying... Please stop... Uncle's amazing—he'll love you more than anyone... Obviously after me.."
Mommy's joyful tears turned to a giggle at my "after me" bit...
Me: "There—smile, no tears.. Okay, sweet Mommy..."
Mommy (sniffling): "Okay, my precious baby... Aasim ji, you're so wonderful... Since we met, I love spending time with you... I like you too..."
Uncle bounced with joy: "Wow, wow—yes? Then it's official, my love..." Gazing into her eyes...
Mommy, locking eyes: "Yes..." Then blushed, head down...
Uncle scooped her up, spinning her around... Everywhere... Mommy: "Let go—Adi's watching..." Giggling.
Uncle: "I want Adi to see his new dad romancing his mommy..." Laughing...
Mommy giggled, tears gone: "You're too much... Naughty... Put me down now..."
I laughed too—watching them heat up... Mommy blushed seeing me chuckle...
Then Uncle laid her on the sofa, climbing over for a fierce kiss...
Mommy: "Aaaaa.... Let gooo.... Aaahhh..... Ummm... Shhh...... Hmm.... Enough, enough..."
I stroked my cock over my pants... Eyes burning with lust...
Uncle released, grinning—they sat up... She fixed her tousled hair...
We three smiled at each other...
Mommy looked every bit the married vixen now...
She couldn't meet my eyes...
Me, joking: "Now we gotta marry you two quick..."
Mommy's eyes widened at me, faint smile...
Uncle laughed...
I hit play... We watched... Mommy leaned a bit more on Uncle...
He wasted no time restarting the torment—or love. No more gentle—he boldly mauled her tits over the blouse...

Mommy: "Umm... Umm... Aahh... Ahh.." Moaning... A bit louder... But glancing to see if I noticed... You know my stealth skills—I saw everything... She'd dbangd her pallu over his hands to hide... But he kneaded her breasts underneath... Uncle's face glowed with bliss... Mommy's too...
Her blouse soaked through from his squeezing... Movements visible over the pallu, but she said nothing—just smiled, watching... When our eyes met, I'd wink; she'd grin, duck her head... Back to the screen...
During sex scenes, Uncle and I eyed her... Me: "Mom, enjoying?"
Mommy (smiling): "Hmmm...."
Uncle heated up, crushing her tit—her loud "Aaahhhhhhhhhh... Uuuuuuummmmmmm......"
Me (smiling): "Yeah, Mom—you're loving it..."
Mommy (pouting): "Shut up, naughty... " I laughed...
Mommy whispered: "Slower—blouse is soaked, hmmm....."
Uncle, tenderly: "Okay, love.."
We rose after the movie...
Uncle's hands dripped with milk... Leaked from her blouse...
Mommy: "Come wash your hands...
Me: "Uncle, what's that on your hands..."
Mommy: "Nothing, son... Just sweaty..."
Me: "But sweat's not white, Mom..."
Mommy: "Drop it, Adi... Go fetch water—I'm thirsty..."
I went for her water...
Uncle to Mommy: "Let me lick it... Love your milk's taste anyway..."
Mommy, shy: "Fine... Go now—gotta cook..."
She changed her blouse in the bedroom... Old one drenched on both sides... Then to the kitchen...
Uncle and I headed out for a stroll...
We walked in the greenery...
Me: "Uncle, you squeezed her tits—but I'll be first to suck her nipples... Don't until I signal..."
Uncle: "Whatever you say, Adi..."
Then normal chat as we strolled...

[Sage_69]

Adi should be the first one to fuck his mom. The he should share her with his uncle.

[theHero]

Part 4...

We strolled back home around 8:30 PM...
Mommy had whipped up dinner and was waiting impatiently, her full, milky tits heaving with worry...
Mommy, a bit pissed: "Where the hell have you two been wandering? I've been freaking out..." She looked stressed... "You know how worried I got? Neither of you even took your phones..." (Ours were left on the sofa)...
I wrapped her in a hug: "Sorry, Mommy—forgive us..." And planted a kiss on her cheek...
Me: "Mommy, we were just out for a walk nearby—not far. You worry for nothing."
Mommy: "Aww, my sweet baby—if something happened to you, I'd die. You're my world; of course I worry—like with any mom and her kids."
Me: "Sorry, Mommy." I locked eyes with her, nodding like she'd forgotten something.
Mommy blushed for 2 seconds, then turned to Uncle: "Listen, ji, I... I... love you endlessly too. Don't disappear like that—especially without your phone. I was so anxious..."
And with a shy smile, she dashed to the kitchen...
Uncle floated to paradise, thanking the gods: "I'm over the moon—Chandni finally poured her heart out..."
Uncle: "Come on, Adi... Let's wash up..."
We freshened, lounging in the hall. Uncle snuck to Mommy's bedroom, raiding her wardrobe—emerging with a haul of her bras and panties...
He plopped beside me; seeing 10-12 of her lacy intimates made me crack up: "He heh he he..."
I high-fived him...
Me: "Now the fun begins..."
Mommy spotted him hauling her bras and panties into the hall—she bolted from the kitchen: "Aasim ji... Please... Don't mess with my underwear..."
Uncle ignored, dumping her silky secrets beside me...
Uncle: "Chandni rani... Your bras and panties are intoxicating... Tonight, the neighbor and son will savor your essence..."
Mommy ??: "No... I don't want Adi and you sniffing my private bits... Give back my panties..." (She was mortified saying it)
She lunged for them...
But I stuffed half her panties into my underwear; Uncle did the same with the rest...
Me: "Mommy, come fetch them yourself now..."
Uncle ??: "And as you grab, maybe suck a little too..."
Mommy's face burned crimson with shame... Her ass clenched at yanking her own panties from our pants...
Mommy thought: "Oh god... Who does this? They've shoved all my panties into their undies... What do I do... ??."
Me: "Mommy, this is all your fault... If you hadn't snatched them... We wouldn't have tucked them in our briefs..."
Mommy ??: "Sooorryyy... Son and Aasim ji... It's my mistake... I'm a woman; I should've stayed in my lane..."
Mommy: "Please give back my panties... I have nothing else to wear... If a stranger glimpses me down there, I'll cry..."
Our briefs bulged from her 5-5 panties... Uncle's packed with 5 of Mommy's; mine too...
Uncle: "Don't worry, my Chandni—I'll buy you even sexier ones from the market..."
Mommy, pouting: "No, I don't want your new panties—I want mine, the ones in your underwear..."
Mommy: "My husband bought these for me..."
Me: "Mom, wear Uncle's new ones... Screw Dad... Anyway, our cum's smeared all over yours—if you wear them, you'll get knocked up..."
Mommy, hearing me: "Oh my god... You... Too much... Don't talk to your mom like that, my Adi. How could I get pregnant from Uncle... I can't even dream it, my son..."
Mommy: "And don't feed these ideas to our Aasim ji, please, my king son..."
Me: "Fine, my sweet Mommy... But what's wrong with it You're a fertile, ripe woman; Uncle's a roaring, powerful stud... If in Dad's absence, Uncle grabs you, rips your saree to shreds, claims your body... Pounds you raw and brutal... Pumps you full of round-bellied babies... What's the issue, Mommy?"
Me: "Then you won't slave in the kitchen—just warm Uncle's bed... Nursing all my new siblings... When he returns from work, you'll feed him your swollen tits... And me too..."
Me: "Right, Uncle? Killer idea... Say yes—I'll prep Mommy..." ???
Uncle ??????????: "Thank you, my angel—your idea's gold... Please, Chandni bhabhi—say yes... Aditya's spot on..."
Mommy's head spun like a whirlwind... Her body quivered from my wild fantasy...
Then I laughed: "Joking... Mommy, you got so scared—like a bullet train..." ??.
Relief flooded her; she bolted to the kitchen, forgetting her panties... We indulged in her essence till dinner...

We brought Naman to the hall—he was awake—and played with him...
Uncle bonded deep with Naman...
Naman giggled along...
Teasing: "Naman, say Papa—Papa..." Uncle grinned: "Come on, kid—Papa..." Naman babbled "Papa Papa" to Uncle.
Mommy watched from the kitchen, eyes misty seeing Uncle play with him... Her love for him swelled...
Mommy: "Listen, Aasim ji—bring Banu too sometimes. He must get bored with your mom..."
Me: "Yeah, Uncle—Mom's right..."
Uncle: "Whatever you say, love" (Mommy blushed)... "He needs a mom too... You're perfect for him..."
Mommy beamed: "I adore kids."
Me, laughing: "Stay with Uncle, and you'll pop two or three more... Hahahhhhhaa..."
Mommy glared at Uncle playfully, telling me: "Shut up, naughty..."
Uncle: "Spot on, son."
She chatted with him a bit... Then back to the kitchen...
Uncle and Naman played great... I scrolled my phone, thinking how long since I'd fucked my college girls... Priya (my college fuckbuddy) messaged she'd been craving it... Fine, next college day—bio lab pounding (I'd railed her in every lab already)... Lost in Insta thoughts...
Mommy called: "Come—dinner's ready..."
Her cooking? Divine... Whaah...
She served...
Uncle: "Chandni, one request..."
Mommy, attentive: "Yes, tell me..."
Uncle, shy: "From now on, when I'm here for dinner... Bring a glass of milk too—for me..."
Mommy, blushing: "Milk..."
After a beat: "Sure—I'll warm some from the fridge right now."
Uncle: "No, you misunderstood... I want a woman's milk..."
Mommy stared...
Uncle: "Chandni, squeeze your own into a glass for me..."
Mommy, stunned: "My... Milk..."
Uncle: "Chandni, hand it over fresh—your milky nectar..."
Mommy, mortified: "What... My milk..."
Mommy, teasing shyly: "Have some shame, Aasim ji... Look at your build—you don't need anyone's milk..." ?
Me, shocked at his boldness: "Uncle, you want... Mommy's... To drink......... After a sec: "No issue—since you love each other now, normalize it. Mom, what say..." Smiling at her: "Right, my sweet Mommy..."
Uncle laughed: "Hahahhhhhahhhahahhhaa..... Kidding, Chandni..."
Relief: "You... Kids, at least spare such jokes in front of them..."
As she passed Uncle serving, he squeezed her ass...

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100% authentic ?.
Mommy: "Aaaaahhhhh......"
Mommy glanced at me shyly: "Adi, don't look—shouldn't see your mom like this..."
Me: "But Mom, what can I do... It's all right before my eyes—and I'm loving when you love Uncle..."
Mommy: "Seems my love's turned you fully naughty..."
Uncle pinched her belly...
Mommy: "Aaaaooochhh....." She dashed to the bedroom with my brother...
Back for plates...
When near me, I grabbed her waist, plopping her on my lap—kneading... Mommy: "Aahh... Ummmm..... Adiii...... Nooo...... Later......"
Me: "No, Mom—you're MINE too. Uncle can't hog all the fun... I have more rights over you..."
Mommy: "Ummm... Ahh.... Yes, my precious baby....."
My hand rested on her pussy—but no squeeze... Just gentle strokes...
Mommy, eyes wide: "Naughty, who touches their mom there..... Tell me...."
Me: "I love you too... No need to declare with my own mom... Mooom....."
Uncle just laughed... Watching... "Whoa.. What a scene....."
Me: "Uncle, why not crash here tonight... Sleep with us..."
Mommy grabbed my pussy-hand: "No, son—his mom's waiting... He's late already... Can't just stay..."
Me: "Why, Uncle—stay please, my request... Now I'm insisting..."
Uncle wanted this... But played coy: "Fine, son—I'll stay with you tonight..."
Mommy, surprised: "But your home... Your mom..."
Uncle: "Don't worry, Chandni—I'll handle it..."
Mommy: "You don't mind sleeping with us..."
Uncle: "How could I? My Chandni..."
Mommy: "Kids, with... I mean... Woo.."
Me: "What happened, Mom—you're fine. Lovers now—anything goes between you..."
She didn't say no... Just blushed...
Me: "Anyway, Uncle milked your tits for hours this afternoon..."
Mommy: "How do you know... Aasim ji told you..."
Uncle: "No, no—why would I... Adi must've seen... Sorry for groping your mom's tits..."
Me: "It's okay, Uncle—normal now... You love each other, right!"
Mommy: "Yes, Adi... I liked Uncle touching me there..."
Me, bad-boy stare: "Oh, Mommy—and where else did his touches thrill you..."
Mommy tugged my ear: "Naughty boy..... He touched me everywhere your real dad couldn't..."
Me: "Fine, fine... Uncle's staying—final..."
Mommy, pouting: "Whatever you say, my baby....." She zoomed to the bedroom like a bullet train... To prep an extra pillow... Tonight, Uncle, me, and Mommy—all together... Thrill: One big blanket for us...
Mommy secretly blushed...

Me: "Mom, sleep naked tonight... Like with Dad—do it with Uncle and me... Okay.."
Mommy: "Whaaat...... Who said I sle... (Didn't finish, Uncle there) with your dad...
Me: "Sorry—thought you and Dad at night... Did it..."
Mommy: "Aww, baby....."
Mommy to Uncle: "No, no—not like that... He just crashes—zero expectations from him..."
Uncle: "No worries, Chandni—if you crave it that bad, I'll give you that joy....." Laughing...
Mommy (grinning, shy): "No need... Adi's here for me..... More than enough..."
Uncle and I laughed..
Mommy flushed red......
Mommy: "Anyway, one more thing... You sleeping with us tonight... So....... I... Was saying... (Terrified to say)—you won't have sex with me... I'm shy... I know you love me, and I you... But on the first day Dad's gone..."
Me: "Mom, you're a bullet train—straight to sex..."
Mommy flushed like a tomato...
Mommy: "Stop, Adi—you'll kill your mom... Have mercy..."
Uncle: "My Chandni... Can't promise what happens in bed tonight... But don't worry, love... Your honor's precious to me..."
Me (baby voice, teasing): "My Mommy wants seeex... Wants to plaaay..."
Mommy: "Aadddiiiiiii......... Nooo......... Don't sayyy...... Pls..."
Mommy to Uncle: "You too—can't hold back at all..."
Uncle: "Who can..."
Mommy grinned, heading to set the bed...
NEXT EPISODE WILL BE BOLD

[Sage_69]

Waiting for next episode. The story feels like it should be published from start to finish in one go. Reading each part just making me more curious for the next one, en endless cycle.. LoL.

[ashuezy2]

Just tell the LLM to use basic text formatting skills, you will get better output. Please edit your posts.

[theHero]

Hello readers,

I'm pausing updates on this story for the time being.

I originally wrote it in Hindi several years ago, and it became my most popular work.

I specially crafted the dailouges for hindi not english.

Recently, I set out to translate it into English using a tool, but feedback from some users highlighted that the translation felt a bit artificial, generated and lacked the natural flow of the original, which I crafted directly.

In trying to improve it, I reviewed every line carefully, and it became clear that my writing from back then showed some immaturity—particularly in the mother's dialogues, which makes her very immature woman.

I'll revisit and refine the entire piece in the future before sharing it again.

For now, my attention is on a new story I'm writing. I had considered using translation tools to handle everything quickly, but I've realized it deserves a more dedicated effort, so this will have to wait.

Thank you.

[Sage_69]

Alright. Take your time. We will be waiting. Just notify here if you open a new thread for this story.

[ashuezy2]

Here I have rewritten Scene 1 for you, please edit the post and use this.
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Character Introduction

Mom (Chandni)

• Name: Chandni
  
• Skin: My mommy's skin is creamy white, like fresh milk waiting to be sucked.  
  
• Age: 35
  
• She used to teach dance to small children.
  
• Mom is very open-minded. Her father was Indian, but her mother was Russian, so she has a mixed heritage.
  
• She does yoga and workouts every day, which keeps her body looking very fit and young.
  
• Personality: She is very sweet and playful, much like our family friend, Aasim.
  
• She is a very loving person, but her married life has become lonely. She loves me and my little brother very much. I am her first child, and we share a special, playful bond.
  
• Her life changed a lot because of Dad.
  

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1. My Dad (Nilesh)

• He's a good man and very open-minded. He has a good paying job at a new company. We are an upper middle class family and live comfortably.
  
• Dad left his old job because of some problems. His new company is a startup, and they are trying very hard to grow. This means he is always buried in work and often travels to other countries for deals.
  
• He comes from a rich family, which is why Mom’s family got her married to him. She had dreamed of a life full of love and passion, but things turned out differently.
  
• Dad's Issue: Because of all the stress from work, his interest in a physical relationship is almost zero. His hormones are all messed up. They both understand the problem, but it leaves Mommy feeling very frustrated and lonely.
  

2. Me (Aditya, or Adi)

• I’m in college. I act tough and strong with my friends, but with my family, I am still very childish and playful, like a little boy. I also have a girlfriend.
  

3. My Little Brother (Naman)

• He is just a baby and doesn't understand anything about the world yet. He is still breastfeeding.
  

4. Uncle (Aasim)

• He is our family friend and lives in the house next to ours. He is Dad's best friend and also very close to Mom. He really admires her.
  
• He is a software developer at Google and mostly works from home.
  
• He is married, and his wife (Suman) was very beautiful. They have a son named Banu, who is 3 years old.
  
• Tragically, Suman died in an accident six months ago.
  
• Things are slowly getting better for him, but Aasim is still very lonely and misses his wife.
  

5. Family Members

• We have a big extended family, but they all live separately. We mostly keep to ourselves.
  

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Scene 1

Today was one of those perfect, quiet days. I was fast asleep.
Mommy always wakes up at 6 AM, takes a shower, and then starts her chores, like making breakfast.
It was 8:10 AM, and as always, she would come to wake me at 8.
Dad was out for his morning jog, so Mommy finished making breakfast and came to my room to wake me up.
Mom quietly opened my door, stepped in, and turned on the light. She always locks the door behind her, just out of habit.

Me: "Ummm, Mommy, let me sleep a bit more. It's only 7..." (I pouted, hiding under the blanket).

Mommy: (Smiling softly) "Adi, baby, get up. How much more will you sleep? It's already past 8."

Me: "Just a little longer, Mommy..."
(She sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on my head).

Mommy: "Aww, my precious boy. Why do you stay up so late? What do you do all night?"

Me: (In a sleepy voice) "Mommy, you look so pretty today. What is the secret?"

Mommy: (Laughing a little) "Oh, really? Just today? Not every day?"

Me: "No, you look prettier every new day."

Mommy: "Stop flattering me, beta. Now get up. Dad will be back soon."
(I didn't want to get up, so I grabbed her hand and held it).

Me: "Let me sleep for half an hour more. I won't let you go."

Mommy: (Giggling) "Hey, stop it! Let go..."
(I just hugged her hand. Mommy and I were always very open and playful. She still treats me like her little boy, and I love teasing her. It’s our simple, fun routine).

Mommy: (Laughing) "Adi, let go! Dad will be back... Aah... stop it..."
(She gently pulled her hand away and tickled me for a few seconds. I started laughing and squirming. She knows that’s the fastest way to wake me up).

Mommy: "Okay, fun is over. Get up now."
(She kissed my forehead and stood up from the bed).

Mommy: "Come, breakfast is ready. Aasim ji is also coming."
(As she was going to the door, I called out).

Me: "Mommy, wait..."

Mommy: "What is it?" (She turned around).

Me: "You are the sweetest mommy in the world! I love you!"

Mommy: (She smiled, and this time, her smile seemed real). "I love you too, my baby. Now hurry up."
(She left with a smile. I felt happy seeing her smile like that. I got up, brushed, and went to take a shower).
Dad always jogs with Uncle Aasim. Uncle’s house has three people: him, his son Banu, and his old mother, who takes care of Banu. 
Uncle and Dad came back.

Dad: "Breakfast at our place, Aasim."

Uncle: "Of course, Nilesh."
They both went to their own houses to shower. By the time they were ready, Mommy had breakfast on the table. I had also showered and put on some perfume.
Mommy was wearing a beautiful blue saree today.
Uncle Aasim arrived, and his eyes went straight to Mommy.

Mommy: "Aasim ji, please come in. We were waiting for you." (She always lights up a little when he is around. She likes him a lot as a friend).

Uncle: "What can I say, Chandni ji? You look breathtakingly beautiful."

Dad: (Dad just laughed and teased Mom) "Be careful, Chandni, your pallu is slipping."
(Dad and Uncle both laughed. Mom blushed and quickly adjusted her saree).

Mommy: (Changing the topic) "So, how are you, Aasim ji? Is everything okay?"

Uncle: "Yes, bhabhi, all good. I just got a promotion. Life is slowly getting back on track after Suman. But I miss her..."

Dad: "Don't worry, man. It is all fate. If God took something, He must have a plan. We are here for you."

Mommy: "Yes, Aasim ji. Nilesh and I are always with you."

Uncle: "Chandni ji, that's why I love coming here. You all feel like my own family."
(They all smiled).

Uncle: (Asking Dad) "How is your startup work?"

Dad: "There is so much workload, man. You know how startups are. The bosses don't trust the new, young employees."

Dad: "We senior people have to do most of the hard work."

Uncle: "True, and you have to guide the new ones also."

Dad: "Exactly."
(They kept talking about work).

Mommy: "Come on, let's eat breakfast while it's hot."

Dad: "Yes, Chandni. Let's go, Aasim."

Uncle: "Sure."
(Mommy finished serving breakfast and sat down. Her saree looked lovely on her as they all started chatting).

Uncle: "Your dhokla is the best in the world, Chandni ji. So soft and tasty."
(They all laughed).

Mommy: "Really? Then please have some more. Are dhokla your favorite?"
(Dad was busy eating and checking his phone, not really paying attention).

Uncle: "Chandni ji, everything you make is my favorite."
(Mommy looked very pleased).
Just then, Dad got a call from his office. He frowned, looked at his watch, and quickly got up from the table.

Dad: "It's the office. I have to take this. It's urgent."
(He walked out onto the balcony, his voice already serious. Now it was just Mommy and Uncle at the table. The air felt a little different, quieter).

Uncle: "Can I say something? Please don't mind."

Mommy: "Go ahead, Aasim ji. I won't mind."

Uncle: "Even after two children, Chandni ji, you are so fit. What is your secret? You must tell me."

Mommy: (Smiling shyly) "Aasim ji, you are too much! I do yoga, and I used to be a dance teacher. Maybe that is why."

Uncle: "It looks like I will have to join you for yoga now."

Mommy: "You should! I keep telling Nilesh to come, too. It builds mental strength. But he only wants to run and trim his belly."
(Uncle and Mommy both laughed softly).

Mommy: "Anyway, you are already so fit. You don't need it."

Uncle: "I was talking about keeping you company..."
(There was a small pause).

Uncle: "You are a wonderful person, Chandni. Spending time with you... it feels good. It feels normal again."

Mommy: "Thank you, Aasim ji." (She gave him a warm, sweet smile).
That’s when I walked downstairs. When they saw me, they both went a little quiet. I could tell Uncle was flirting with Mommy, like he often does. I’ve seen it before. Mommy immediately got up to serve me breakfast.
After putting the plate in front of me, she sat back down.

Me: "Mommy, you also eat with us."

Mommy: "My sweet baby, you two finish first. I will eat after."

Me: "I don't like that, Mommy. Sit. We can all eat together."

Uncle: "Yes, Chandni, your son is right."
(We all chuckled a little).

Mommy: "Okay, fine, you win."
(Then Mommy started eating, too. I don't know why, but seeing Uncle and Mommy together felt... nice. She looks so happy when she talks to him—giggling and joking. Time just flies when he is here.
Dad is so different. He is always serious, always thinking about work. No jokes, no laughs... and no time for Mom.
A little mischief hit me.

Me: "So, Uncle, what were you two whispering about before I came? Mommy was smiling so much."
(Mommy and Uncle both looked a little embarrassed, which was funny).

Uncle: "Nothing, Adi. I was just praising your mommy's saree and telling her she looks very nice."

Mommy: "Aasim ji! You shouldn't say such things in front of the kids!"

Me: "Ooooohhhhhh." (I grinned at them).

Mommy: (Giving me a small glare) "He was just talking about... about yoga."

Me: "Yeah, Mommy, Uncle could help you with all the difficult yoga poses. Right, Uncle?" (I winked at him).
(Uncle and I burst out laughing).

Uncle: "Why not, Adi?"
(Mommy looked shocked, putting a finger to her lips).

Mommy: "Shhh......"
Just then, my little brother Naman started crying from the bedroom.

Mommy: (Her face softened) "Aww, my baby is awake."
(She got up and went to the bedroom. A minute later, she came back holding Naman. He was already starting to nurse under her [i]saree pallu. She sat back down in her chair, holding him close).
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Uncle: (His voice was soft) "You look very lovely right now, Chandni."

Mommy: "And I don't look good the rest of the time? You are always teasing me."

Uncle: "You always look good. But right now... it's a beautiful sight."
(Mommy blushed and looked down at Naman).

Mommy: "My husband gives me enough compliments, thank you." (She said it playfully, but her eyes were a little sad).

Me: "Yeah right, Mommy. You are always smiling only when Uncle is here."

Uncle: "Oh, is that true?" (He laughed).

Mommy: "Sometimes..."
(Mommy finished her food. Now, holding Naman with one hand as he nursed, she started clearing the plates with her other hand. As she reached over to get Uncle's plate, her foot slipped on a small puddle of water that Dad must have spilled earlier in his hurry).
(She yelped and started to fall forward, right towards Uncle Aasim).
(In a second, he shot his hands out and grabbed her firmly by the waist, stopping her from falling. Everything went silent).
(She was leaning right into him, his hands holding her waist tight. Naman, still in her arms, was pressed between them. Uncle Aasim just stared at her, his face inches from hers).

Uncle: "Careful, Chandni ji." (His voice was low and rough).
(Mom's face turned bright red. She quickly pushed herself back, pulling her [i]saree pallu tighter around herself. She was breathing fast).
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Mommy: "Sorry... thank you, Aasim ji. It's... it's just some water on the floor."
(She was very flustered. Uncle Aasim just watched her, his expression hard to read. He slowly let his hands fall from her waist).

Uncle: "No problem. Are you okay?"

Mommy: "Yes, yes..."
(She quickly grabbed his plate and hurried to the kitchen without looking back).

Me: "Wow, that was close, Uncle."
(He just nodded, still looking toward the kitchen. A little later, Dad came back inside, holding his phone).

Dad: "Guys, I have some news..."