Adultery Mom became shameless

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Aisha was a good '. mom. She lived in a small house with her son Ahmed in a busy city. She always wore her veil and long clothes. She prayed five times a day and never missed the mosque on Fridays. Her husband died five years ago, so she raised Ahmed alone. She was 42, but looked young with her curvy body, big breasts, and round hips. Men stared at her, but she ignored them. She taught Ahmed to stay away from Hindus because they worshipped idols. 'They are not like us,' she said.

Next door lived Raj, a strong ***** man. He was 35, tall, with dark skin and muscles from his gym work. He fixed cars for a living. Raj smiled at Aisha every day. He said 'Namaste' and she replied 'Assalamualaikum' coldly. But deep inside, she felt a pull. One hot afternoon, Ahmed went to college. Aisha's car broke down. She called Raj for help.

Raj came over in his tight shirt. Sweat made his clothes stick to his chest. He bent under the car, his pants tight on his ass. Aisha watched from the window. Her heart beat fast. When he stood, she saw a big bulge in his pants. Her pussy tingled. She shook her head. 'Shame on me,' she thought. But that night, she dreamed of touching it.

Next day, Raj fixed the car for free. Aisha thanked him with tea. They sat in her kitchen. Raj's hand brushed hers. Electricity shot through her. 'You are beautiful, aunty,' he said. She blushed under her veil. 'Don't say that. I am '..' But her eyes went to his crotch. It grew big. She stared. Raj noticed. He grinned.

That evening, Ahmed was out. Aisha heard noise. Raj was in his backyard, shirtless, washing his body. Water ran down his chest, abs, to his shorts. The shorts got wet, showing the outline of his thick ***** cock. It hung heavy, long even soft. Aisha hid behind the curtain. Her hand went inside her salwar. She rubbed her wet pussy. ',.' forgive me,' she whispered. But she fingered faster, imagining that cock inside her.

She came hard, juices soaking her fingers. From that day, Aisha changed. She peeked at Raj daily. She cooked extra food and gave it to him, saying it was for Ahmed. Raj invited her inside once. Ahmed was at friend's house. Inside Raj's home, she saw ***** gods on the wall. She felt guilty, but excited. Raj hugged her goodbye. His hard cock pressed on her belly. It was huge, throbbing. 'Feel it, Aisha ji,' he whispered. She pulled away but her nipples were hard.

Nights became torture. Aisha masturbated thinking of Raj's cock. She whispered dirty words in Urdu. '***** lund... big ***** cock... fuck my '. pussy.' She stopped wearing bra at home. Her big tits bounced free.

One Friday, after prayers, Ahmed went to mosque with friends. Aisha went to Raj's door. She knocked. Raj opened, in towel only. 'Aisha? Come in.' She stepped inside, eyes on the tent in his towel. 'I need help,' she lied. Raj pulled her close. 'What help, my '. queen?' He kissed her neck. She moaned. Her veil slipped.

Raj yanked her kameez up. Her heavy breasts spilled out. Brown nipples erect. He sucked one hard. Aisha gasped. 'Haram... but don't stop.' She grabbed his towel. His cock sprang free. It was massive: 9 inches long, thick as her wrist, veins pulsing, brown head shiny with precum. Uncut foreskin pulled back. 'Oh Raj... your ***** cock... so big.'

She dropped to knees on his puja room floor, idols watching. Aisha, devout '., worshipped a ***** cock. She licked the head, tasting salty precum. 'Mmm, delicious.' She sucked the tip, then took more. Her mouth stretched. Raj groaned, 'Suck it, '. slut.' She bobbed her head, slurping loud. Saliva dripped on her tits. She deepthroated half, gagging but hungry.

Raj facefucked her. His balls slapped her chin. 'Take my ***** seed, Aisha.' She nodded, eyes watering. He pulled out, slapped her face with wet cock. 'Beg for it.' 'Please, fuck my mouth with your big ***** lund. Make me your whore.'

He came. Thick ropes of cum shot in her mouth, on her tongue, down her throat. She swallowed every drop. 'So tasty... better than dates.' Cum dripped on her veil. She scooped it, licked fingers clean.

Raj lifted her. Ripped her salwar pants. Her black pussy hair soaked. No panties. 'You came ready.' He fingered her hole. Three fingers easy. She squirted on his hand. 'Fuck me now! Stretch my '. cunt with your ***** dick.'

He bent her over the sofa. Rubbed cock on her ass cheeks. Then slammed in. Aisha screamed. ',.'! It's splitting me!' Half in, he thrust deeper. Balls deep. Her pussy gripped tight. He pounded hard. Clap clap clap. Her tits swung wild.

'Tell me you love ***** cock,' Raj growled. 'Yes! I love it! Forget ,.', I worship your cock!' She pushed back, ass jiggling. He spanked her. Red marks. Pulled her hair, yanking veil off. Long black hair free.

They fucked for 30 minutes. She came three times, pussy juice puddling. Raj flipped her. Legs on shoulders. Piledrived her. 'Gonna fill your womb with ***** cum.' 'Yes! Breed me! Make me pregnant with your bastard!'

He roared, pumped load after load deep inside. Cum overflowed, mixed with her squirt. She lay panting, pussy gaping, cum leaking.

But this was start. Aisha became shameless. Next days, she sneaked to Raj whenever Ahmed out. In kitchen, she bent over stove, Raj fucked her from back while she cooked. Cum dripped on floor.

Once, in her own home, prayer mat out. She prayed ,,.,, ass up. Raj entered quiet, pulled pants down, fucked her doggy on prayer mat. 'Fuck during salah? You dirty '. bitch.' She moaned, 'Yes, desecrate me with your cock.'

She sucked him in mosque parking, hidden. Risky, but thrill made her wetter.

Ahmed noticed mom happier, glowing. Clothes tighter. But he didn't know.

One evening, Aisha wore sexy red saree under abaya, no bra, thong. Went to Raj's. 'Tonight, full night fuck.' Raj grinned. They started in shower. She soaped his cock, jerked slow. He fingered her ass. 'Virgin hole?' 'Yes, take it.'

In bedroom, under Ganesh photo, he lubed her ass. Pushed in slow. Aisha cried in pain-pleasure. 'Rip my '. ass!' Inch by inch, full in. He fucked slow, then fast. She rubbed clit, came anal orgasm.

Switched to pussy. Missionary, deep kisses. Tongue fuck. Then cowgirl. Aisha rode hard, tits bouncing, grinding clit on base. 'Your cock owns me.' Reverse cowgirl, ass rippling.

Doggy again, pulling arms back. Spitroast position. He choked her light. 'Cum slut for ***** dick.'

Hours passed. Multiple creampies. Pussy, ass, mouth filled. She slept with cock inside.

Morning, Ahmed almost caught them. Aisha rushed home, cum still inside.

Now, addicted. She planned more. Told Raj, 'I want gangbang. Your ***** friends fuck me.' But first, riskier spots.

That night, Ahmed slept early. Aisha texted Raj: 'Come now. Backyard.' Under stars, on grass, Raj fucked her throat. She gagged quiet. Then bent her over fence. Fucked pussy hard. Fence shook.

Suddenly, Ahmed's window light on. They froze. Cock deep inside. Aisha bit lip. Ahmed looked out, saw shadows? Went back.

Heart pounding, they continued. Raj filled her again.

Aisha whispered, 'Tomorrow, bring friend. I need more cocks.' Raj nodded.

But as she snuck inside, Ahmed's door creaked...

(To be continued)

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When she heard movement from Ahmed's room. The door creaked open slowly. 'Mom? Is that you?' Ahmed called out softly, his voice sleepy and confused.

Aisha held her breath, pressing herself against the wall. She moved silently, slipping into her own bedroom and easing the door shut behind her without a sound. Ahmed poked his head out into the hallway, glanced around, scratched his head, and then shuffled back to his bed, muttering, 'Must have been the wind or something.'

Once safe in her room, Aisha collapsed onto her bed, her body still buzzing from the intense session. She slid her fingers into her sloppy, cum-filled pussy, scooping out the sticky mixture of ***** seed. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she licked them clean, savoring the salty taste. 'I need more of this tomorrow,' she whispered to herself, her mind already racing with anticipation. Exhaustion finally overtook her, and she drifted off into dreams filled with endless thick cocks surrounding her.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains as Ahmed left for college early, kissing her cheek goodbye. 'See you later, Mom. Have a good day!' Aisha showered thoroughly, washing away the physical evidence, but the fire in her body refused to be quenched. Drying off, she grabbed her phone and texted Raj: 'Come over today with your friends. I want a full gangbang. I need those ***** cocks filling every hole of mine.' Raj's reply came almost instantly: 'It's all set. Be at my garage at 2 PM. Come hungry, Aisha ji.'

Under her modest abaya, Aisha dressed like a slut: a sheer black bra that barely contained her heavy tits, no panties, and a short skirt that rode up with every step. She walked over to Raj's place, her pussy already dripping in excitement. The garage door was half-open, and inside, three shirtless men waited, their pants bulging obviously. Raj, with his muscular build; Vikram, fat but with a massive low-hanging cock; and Sameer, young and lean with an impressively long dick.

'Aisha ji, these are my brothers in arms,' Raj said with a grin, locking the door behind her. Aisha let her abaya drop to the floor, revealing her slutty outfit. Their eyes locked onto her curves, especially the bulges in their pants. 'I am your '. whore now,' she declared boldly. 'Use me however you want.' The men laughed heartily. 'That's the spirit,' Vikram rumbled, stepping forward first.

Vikram pulled her close, his rough hands grabbing her tits and squeezing them hard. 'These are big udders, perfect for ***** milk,' he growled, ripping off her bra. He latched onto her nipples, sucking and biting until they were raw and marked with teeth imprints. Aisha moaned loudly, 'Oh yes, bite them harder!' Sameer moved behind her, flipping up her skirt and shoving two fingers straight into her tight ass. 'This pindhi ass is begging for it,' he said, spitting on her hole for lube before pushing deeper.

Raj unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock, slapping it against her face. 'Open up and suck it, slut,' he commanded. Aisha dropped to her knees on the oily garage floor, her mouth watering. She opened wide, and Raj thrust in deep, his balls slapping her chin as he gagged her throat. 'That's it, take it all,' he grunted. Vikram pulled out his short, thick cock next and fed it into her mouth, stretching her cheeks wide. 'Good girl, choke on it,' he said while Sameer jerked his long dick over her head.

She rotated between them eagerly, sucking one cock while jerking the other two with her spit-slick hands. 'Mmm, your ***** lunds taste so fucking good,' she mumbled around a mouthful. They took turns facefucking her relentlessly. Vikram came first, blasting hot cum down her tonsils. 'Swallow every drop!' he ordered, and she did, though some overflowed from her lips. Sameer followed, painting her forehead with thick ropes. 'Wear it like makeup,' he laughed. Raj held back, saving his load for her pussy.

They stripped her completely naked and bent her over the car hood. Vikram lay underneath, guiding her pussy onto his cock. His belly slapped against her thighs as he rammed upward, stretching her wide. 'Fuck, you're tight even after all that sucking,' he groaned. Raj shoved his cock back into her mouth, while Sameer lubed her ass with spit and pushed in slowly. Aisha screamed around Raj's dick, 'Yes! Fill all my holes! Fuck me everywhere!'

The triple penetration was brutal and intense. Their bodies slammed together, making the car rock on its suspension. Sweat poured off them as they pounded her without mercy. Vikram grunted loudly, 'Here it comes!' and flooded her womb with his cum. He pulled out, and a gush of seed spilled out. Sameer sped up in her ass, her cheeks clenching around him until he shot ropes deep inside. Raj yanked her hair back and throatfucked her until he erupted, forcing her to swallow his third massive load.

But they weren't finished. They switched positions seamlessly. Sameer took her pussy now, his long dick hitting her cervix with every thrust. 'Scream for me,' he demanded, and she did. Raj claimed her ass, now loose and slick from the previous pounding. Vikram slid his cock between her massive tits, tittyfucking her hard while pinching her sore nipples. 'These jugs are made for this,' he said.

Aisha came over and over, squirting onto the garage floor in messy puddles. 'Breed this '. bitch! Give me ***** babies!' she begged wildly. The men cheered, 'We'll fill you up good!' They rotated again, even attempting a double pussy stretch with Raj and Vikram both cramming into her cunt. The pain burned into pure bliss, and she howled, 'Oh god, it's splitting me apart—don't stop!'

Hours dragged on in the sex-stinking garage. Cum coated her everywhere: a mask on her face, glazing her tits, oozing from both holes. At one point, they pissed on her in a golden shower, marking her as theirs. Aisha opened her mouth wide, drinking it down eagerly. 'Yes, mark me as your property,' she pleaded.

Finally, they gave her their last loads in a pussy creampie gangbang. She lay on her back with legs spread wide, and one by one, they pumped into her overflowing hole, mixing their seed deep inside.

Aisha dressed on shaky legs, her panty-less pussy squelching with cum as she walked home, dripping trails behind her. Raj whispered in her ear, 'Tomorrow, more at our temple. Get ready for the ultimate taboo.' Her eyes lit up with forbidden excitement.

That night, Ahmed came home late. Aisha cooked dinner, her ass still sore and pussy throbbing happily. She sat gingerly at the table. Ahmed stared at her curiously. 'Mom, you're walking a bit funny today. And you smell... kind of weird. Like sweat or something.' She blushed deeply. 'Oh, it's nothing, beta. I'm just tired from running errands all day.' But under the table, hidden from view, she slipped her fingers into her dripping slit, fingering herself quietly while chatting.

The next day, with Ahmed off at college, Aisha met Raj, who drove her to an old abandoned temple on the outskirts. His friends waited now four, including a new guy named Karan, a tattooed thug with a cruel grin.

No words were needed. They stripped her clothes off immediately and laid her on the cold altar stone. Raj tied her wrists loosely to the pillars, spreading her eagle-wide. 'Tonight, we sacrifice this '. cunt to Shiva,' he announced mockingly. They chanted fake mantras as they pulled out their cocks.

Karan went first for her throat, fucking it brutally while holding her in a choke grip. 'Take it deep, whore,' he snarled. Vikram pounded her pussy mercilessly. Sameer worked four fingers into her ass, almost fisting her. Raj lightly whipped her tits with his belt, leaving red welts. 'Beg for more pain,' he said, and she did: 'Whip me harder! Punish this sinful body!'

The orgy exploded into chaos. She took two cocks in her pussy, one in her ass, mouth stuffed full, hands jerking others. They swapped endlessly, covering her in cum baths and bukkake facials. She drank cum from bowls they collected. One of them fingered her until she squirted a fountain of whore's juice,' they laughed. Aisha joined in, laughing crazily.
As the sun set, they untied her, her body crusted with dried cum. Raj drove her back, dropping her near home.

Ahmed was waiting when she slipped inside. 'Mom, where were you all day? I called a few times.' 'Just at the market, beta,' she lied smoothly, though her veil had suspicious stains. He frowned but let it go.

The nights blurred into a haze of addiction. Aisha grew bolder. One afternoon, while Ahmed napped, Raj sneaked into their house. He bent her over the kitchen counter and fucked her hard against the sink. Their thrusts were loud, skin slapping skin. Ahmed stirred in the living room. They froze, Raj's cock buried deep inside her. Ahmed yawned, 'Weird noise...' and went back to sleep. Raj resumed immediately, whispering, 'Quiet now,' before creampieing her quickly.

Another time, right after prayers at the mosque, Aisha met Raj in a nearby alley, still in her burqa. She dropped to her knees and sucked his cock through his open zipper, the public thrill making her soak the ground. 'People are walking by—hurry,' she urged between slurps.

She even bought a small ***** necklace, hiding it under her clothes. During prayers, she wore it and rubbed her pussy against the prayer mat, fantasizing about their cocks.

Ahmed started suspecting more. One day, he spotted hickeys on her neck. 'Mom, do you have a boyfriend or something? What's going on?' She slapped his arm lightly. 'Mind your studies, Ahmed! Don't ask silly questions.' But inside, her pussy got wet at the thought of being caught.

A week later, the big plan unfolded: Raj's party at his house, filled with ten ***** men. Aisha dressed as a slutty bride in a low-cut red lehenga, no underwear. She entered the backyard tent as a 'surprise for the guests.'

The men cheered wildly. Raj announced, 'Gentlemen, feast on this '. randi tonight!' The gangbang was epic. It started with her dancing seductively, hips swaying, tits spilling out. Hands groped her everywhere.

They formed a circle around her as she knelt in the center. Cocks whipped her face playfully at first. 'Suck us all, one by one,' Raj ordered. She did a round-robin blowjob, deepthroating each, licking balls hungrily. Cum facials layered on thick—ropes hitting her face from every angle.

They lifted her onto a table, legs spread wide. A queue formed for her pussy, each man getting five minutes before swapping. 'Next! Pound that hole harder!' they shouted. Her pussy turned raw and gaping. Then the ass train: doggy style in a chain, one after another reaming her backdoor.

DPs and triples everywhere. Airtight setups with cocks in every hole. They rolled her through positions—double cowgirl stacks she rode like a pro.

The finale was a massive bukkake. All ten stroked over her as she posed with tongue out. 'Cover me completely!' she begged. Ropes hit her from all sides until she swam in a pool of cum.

She cleaned every cock orally, swallowing remnants. 'Delicious,' she purred.

Raj drove her home at 3 AM. Ahmed was asleep. Aisha snuck to bed, her body wrecked but ecstatic.

Morning came with Ahmed banging on her door. 'Mom! Wake up! You're late for everything!' She groaned, her pussy aching gloriously, flakes of dried cum peeling from her skin as she rose.

Her addiction deepened. She skipped prayers for more fucks. Raj got her a small 'Om' tattoo on her hip and pierced her nipples with dangling chains.

One super risky time: Ahmed's college fest. Aisha attended, but hid Raj in the car. After Ahmed's stage performance, she slipped out for a backseat frenzy. Windows steamed up as he fucked her senseless, students milling nearby.

Ahmed searched later. 'Where did Mom disappear to?'

Back home, her obsession hit a peak. She confessed to Raj, 'I want Ahmed to watch... or even join someday.' Raj's eyes widened. 'That's next-level kinky. We'll plan it slow.'

But that very night, during dinner, Ahmed confronted her. 'Mom, I know everything. I saw you from the backyard fence, fucking Raj and his friends. And you always smell like ***** cum these days.'

Aisha gasped, her fork clattering to the plate. Ahmed's eyes burned with anger... but there was a noticeable bulge tenting his pants?

(To be continued)

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Aisha's heart stopped dead in her chest as Ahmed's words hung in the air like a thunderclap. The clatter of her fork hitting the plate echoed in the quiet dining room, the remnants of their simple dal and rice dinner suddenly forgotten. She stared at her son, her face draining of color, her mind racing through a whirlwind of panic and shame. Under the table, her thighs clenched involuntarily, a fresh trickle of arousal mixing with the dried remnants from the night's debauchery still hidden beneath her loose salwar kameez.

'Ahmed... beta, what are you saying?' she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, forcing a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes. She reached out a trembling hand toward him, but he pulled back, his chair scbanging against the floor.

'I saw it all, Mom,' Ahmed repeated, his voice steady but laced with a mix of fury and something else—hurt, confusion, maybe even curiosity. He leaned forward, his dark eyes locking onto hers. 'Last week, from the fence. You were in Raj uncle's backyard, on that table, with all those men. They were... they were taking turns with you. Laughing, calling you names. And you were loving it. Begging for more.'

Aisha's breath hitched. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her kameez as forbidden memories flooded back—the rough hands, the relentless thrusts, the hot spurts filling her up. 'No, Ahmed, you must have misunderstood. It wasn't like that. I... I was just—'

'Misunderstood?' Ahmed cut her off, his tone sharpening. He stood up abruptly, towering over her at the table. 'I heard everything. "Breed this '. bitch!" That's what you said. And the way you looked, covered in their... their stuff. Mom, how could you? We're '.s. Dad would roll in his grave.'

Tears welled up in Aisha's eyes, but beneath the guilt, a twisted thrill stirred in her core. She noticed the bulge in Ahmed's pants again, more pronounced now, straining against the fabric of his jeans. Her son, her own flesh and blood, was aroused by this? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, making her pussy clench. 'Please, beta, sit down. Let me explain. It's not what you think. Raj... he helped me when I was lonely after your father passed. It started small, but... it grew. I couldn't stop.'

Ahmed hesitated, his chest heaving with emotion. He paced a few steps away, running a hand through his hair. 'Lonely? That's your excuse? For letting a bunch of ***** guys use you like some cheap whore? I followed you a few times, you know. To the garage, that old temple. I saw the marks on your neck, the way you walk funny sometimes. And tonight, when you came home, you reeked of sex. Sweat and cum, Mom. Their cum.'

Aisha stood up slowly, her legs shaky, and moved closer to him. She placed a hand on his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles. 'Ahmed, I'm sorry you saw that. But it's my life. Your father is gone, and I... I have needs. Raj and his friends, they make me feel alive. Desired. In ways I never knew.' Her voice softened, almost pleading. 'Don't hate me for it.'

He turned to face her, his eyes dropping briefly to her chest, where her heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath. The outline of her pierced nipples, a secret gift from Raj, poked through the thin material. Ahmed swallowed hard, his bulge twitching visibly. 'Hate you? Mom, I... I don't know what to feel. It's wrong. But when I saw you there, moaning like that... it did something to me. I couldn't look away.'

Aisha's eyes widened. She stepped closer, her hand sliding up his arm to his shoulder. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension. 'What do you mean, beta? Did it... excite you?' The words tumbled out before she could stop them, her voice husky, laced with the same addiction that had consumed her.

Ahmed's face flushed, and he looked away, but he didn't pull back. 'I shouldn't say it. It's sick. You're my mom.'

'But you did see it,' she pressed gently, her fingers tracing down his chest. 'And you're hard right now, aren't you? Thinking about your mother getting fucked by those big ***** cocks.' The taboo words hung heavy, and Aisha felt a rush of wetness between her legs. She was crossing a line, but the fire in her wouldn't let her stop.

Ahmed groaned, his hands balling into fists at his sides. 'Stop, Mom. This isn't right.' But his body betrayed him, his erection throbbing as he shifted uncomfortably.

Aisha's resolve hardened. She glanced at the clock—late, the neighbors asleep. 'Let me show you it's okay. Just once. To understand.' Before he could protest, she sank to her knees in front of him, right there in the dining room, her hands fumbling with his belt. 'Ahmed, please. Let Mama make it better.'

'Mom, no—' he started, but his voice faltered as she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, his boxers tenting obscenely. His cock sprang free when she tugged them lower—thick, veined, already leaking precum at the tip. Bigger than she'd imagined for her 20-year-old son. Aisha's mouth watered, her addiction roaring to life.

'Oh, beta, you're so big,' she murmured, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, stroking slowly. Ahmed gasped, his hands gripping the table edge. 'This is wrong... but fuck, it feels good.'

She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lap at the precum, savoring the salty taste—different from Raj's, but just as intoxicating. 'Shh, just relax. Mama knows what to do.' She took him into her mouth, sucking gently at first, her lips stretching around his girth. Ahmed's hips bucked involuntarily, a low moan escaping him.

'God, Mom... your mouth is so warm,' he whispered, his resistance crumbling. Aisha bobbed her head, taking him deeper, her throat relaxing from all the practice with Raj's friends. She hummed around him, the vibrations making him shudder. One hand cupped his balls, massaging them lightly, while the other pumped the base.

Ahmed's hands tangled in her hair, not pushing, but holding on. 'I've jerked off thinking about it... about you with them. Imagining I was one of them.' The confession spilled out, raw and honest.

Aisha pulled back with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. 'Then let me be your first. Fuck Mama's mouth, beta. Use me like they do.' She dove back in, sucking harder, urging him on.

He did, thrusting tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, his cock sliding in and out of her eager mouth. 'Yes... just like that. You're better than any porn,' he panted. Minutes stretched as he facefucked her, her gags muffled, tears of effort streaming down her cheeks. Finally, he tensed. 'Mom, I'm gonna cum—'

'Give it to me,' she urged, pulling off just enough to speak before swallowing him whole again. Ahmed roared softly, his cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes down her throat. Aisha swallowed greedily, milking every drop, her pussy aching with need.

When he finished, she stood, wiping her mouth, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. 'See? It's our secret. No one has to know.'

Ahmed slumped back into his chair, dazed, his cock softening against his thigh. 'What now? This changes everything.'

Aisha smiled slyly, adjusting her kameez. 'Now, we explore. But tomorrow, I have plans with Raj. Maybe... you can watch? Learn more?'

He nodded slowly, a spark of dark curiosity in his eyes. 'Yeah. Maybe.'

The next day, Aisha texted Raj: 'Bring the boys to the house this afternoon. Ahmed knows. He wants in.' Raj's reply buzzed back: 'Holy shit, Aisha ji. This is gonna be legendary. We'll be there at 3.'

Ahmed skipped his afternoon classes, pacing the living room with nervous energy. Aisha prepared, showering and slipping into a sheer nightie that hugged her curves, her new nipple piercings glinting under the fabric. No panties, of course—her pussy already slick with anticipation.

The doorbell rang, and Ahmed answered, his face a mask of awkward excitement. Raj strode in first, followed by Vikram, Sameer, and Karan, all grinning like wolves. 'So, the boy's in on it now?' Raj clapped Ahmed on the back. 'Good man. Your mom's the best fuck in town.'

Ahmed blushed but managed a nod. 'Yeah. I... saw some of it.'

Aisha emerged from the bedroom, her hips swaying seductively. 'Welcome, everyone. Ahmed, sit on the couch and watch how it's done.' She dropped to her knees in the center of the living room, the men surrounding her like predators.

Raj unzipped first, his thick cock slapping her cheek. 'Suck it, slut.' Aisha obeyed, moaning as she took him deep. The others followed, cocks out and ready. Vikram grabbed her tits, twisting the piercings. 'Look at these—perfect for pulling.'

Ahmed watched, transfixed, his hand drifting to his crotch as Aisha rotated between the cocks, slurping and gagging. 'Mom... you're incredible,' he muttered.

Sameer noticed. 'Hey, kid, join in. Your turn for her mouth.' Ahmed hesitated, then stood, pulling out his hardening dick. Aisha's eyes lit up as she switched to him, sucking her son's cock while jerking Raj and Vikram.

'Fuck, beta, you taste like home,' she purred between licks. The room filled with grunts and wet sounds, the gangbang igniting in their family living room.

They moved her to the couch, bending her over the armrest. Raj claimed her pussy first, slamming in balls-deep. 'Still tight, even after all this.' Aisha cried out, pushing back. 'Harder, Raj! Show Ahmed how you own me!'

Ahmed knelt in front, feeding her his cock again. Vikram took her ass, stretching it wide. Karan and Sameer waited their turns, stroking themselves. 'Kid, you ever fucked before?' Karan asked Ahmed.

'N-no,' Ahmed admitted, thrusting into her mouth.

'After us, you get her pussy. Virgin to milf—nice.'

The pounding intensified, bodies slapping, Aisha's moans muffled by cock. She came hard, squirting onto the carpet. 'Yes! Fill me up, all of you!'

Raj pulled out and came on her back, hot spurts painting her skin. Vikram followed in her ass, grunting as he unloaded. Sameer took pussy next, then Karan in her mouth, making her swallow.

Finally, they stepped back, leaving Aisha a panting, cum-dripping mess. 'Your turn, son,' Raj said, wiping sweat from his brow.

Ahmed positioned himself behind her, his cock sliding easily into her soaked, gaping pussy. 'Oh god, Mom... it's so hot inside you.' He thrust experimentally, then harder, the sensation overwhelming.

Aisha arched back. 'Fuck me, beta! Give Mama your seed!'

The men cheered him on as he pounded away, his inexperience making it frantic and raw. 'I'm close—' he gasped.

'Cum inside! Breed me like they do!' Aisha begged.

Ahmed buried deep and erupted, his load mixing with the others, flooding her womb. He collapsed over her, spent.

As the men dressed and left with promises of more, Aisha pulled Ahmed into a hug, their bodies sticky. 'Welcome to the family secret, beta.'

But outside, a neighbor's light flicked on. Had someone heard? The risk just made it hotter.

(To be continued)

[samanthasam]

The days blurred into a haze of secrecy and indulgence for Aisha and Ahmed. What started as a shocking revelation had twisted into something deeper, more addictive. Aisha woke each morning with a secret smile, her body still humming from the previous night's escapades. Ahmed, once so innocent, now stole glances at her during breakfast, his eyes lingering on the curve of her hips or the way her dupatta slipped to reveal the faint bruises from rough hands.

One evening, as the sun dipped low over the neighborhood, Aisha lounged on the couch in a loose robe, her legs parted just enough to tease. Ahmed sat nearby, pretending to scroll on his phone, but his gaze kept drifting. 'Beta, come here,' she said softly, patting the cushion beside her. Her voice carried that husky edge, the one that promised more than words.

Ahmed set his phone down and slid closer, his thigh brushing hers. 'What is it, Mom?' he asked, though he already knew. The air between them thickened, charged like before.

She turned to him, her hand resting on his knee. 'I've been thinking about what happened the other day. With Raj and the others. You were amazing. But I want more for us. Just us, sometimes.' Her fingers trailed up his leg, feeling the heat building.

Ahmed swallowed, his pants tightening. 'Mom, it's risky. What if Dad's friends find out? Or the neighbors? That light last time... someone might talk.'

Aisha leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. 'That's what makes it exciting, isn't it? The danger. Like when I first went to Raj's garage. Heart pounding, but I couldn't stop.' She kissed his neck lightly, her hand cupping the growing bulge in his jeans. 'Let me feel you, beta. Show Mama how hard you get for her.'

He groaned, unzipping himself without another word. His cock sprang out, hard and ready, the tip already glistening. Aisha wrapped her hand around it, stroking firmly from base to head. 'So thick, just like your father was. But you last longer.' She pumped him slowly, watching his face twist in pleasure.

Ahmed reached under her robe, finding her bare pussy wet and open. 'You're soaked already,' he murmured, sliding two fingers inside her. She gasped, rocking against his hand. 'Because of you, beta. Thinking about your cock filling me up.'

They moved together, her strokes matching the thrust of his fingers. Aisha's free hand guided his head down to her breast, and he latched on, sucking her nipple hard, tugging the piercing with his teeth. 'Yes, bite it. Make it hurt good.' She moaned, her pussy clenching around him.

But Ahmed wanted more. He pulled his fingers out and stood, pulling her robe open. 'Bend over the couch, Mom. I need to fuck you now.' His voice was rough, confident—lessons learned from watching the men use her.

Aisha obeyed, arching her back, presenting her ass to him. 'Take me, son. Pound your mother's hole.' Ahmed gripped her hips and thrust in, his cock stretching her wide. She cried out, pushing back to meet him. 'Deeper! Fuck me like you own this pussy.'

He did, slamming into her with wet slaps echoing in the room. His balls smacked against her clit, building her toward release. 'God, Mom, you're gripping me so tight. Better than anything.' Ahmed reached around, rubbing her clit in circles as he drove harder.

Aisha's orgasm hit fast, her walls pulsing around his shaft. 'Cum inside me, beta! Fill Mama's womb!' He grunted, burying deep and unloading, hot jets coating her insides. They collapsed together, panting, his cock still twitching inside her.

'That was intense,' Ahmed said after a minute, kissing her shoulder. 'But we can't keep doing this at home all the time. Too close to getting caught.'

Aisha nodded, a sly grin forming. 'You're right. Let's go out. Raj mentioned a party at the old warehouse tomorrow night. His crew will be there, and some new guys. You can join fully this time—no more watching from the sidelines.'

Ahmed's eyes lit up with a mix of nerves and thrill. 'New guys? Like, strangers?'

'Yes, beta. ***** men from the market, truck drivers—big, rough ones. They'll use me hard, and you can too. Or just watch if you want.' She squeezed his softening cock inside her. 'It'll be our adventure.'

The next night, they slipped out after dark, Aisha in a simple black abaya that hid her lack of underwear, Ahmed driving the old family car. The warehouse loomed on the edge of town, dimly lit with cars parked haphazardly outside. Music thumped faintly from within—Hindi beats mixed with laughter.

Raj met them at the door, his arm around a burly man with a thick mustache. 'Aisha ji! And the boy. Come in, come in. We've got twenty guys tonight. All waiting for the '. slut.' He slapped her ass through the fabric, making her yelp.

Ahmed tensed but followed, his hand on her lower back. Inside, the space was cleared—mattresses and blankets strewn about, bottles of cheap whiskey passed around. Men lounged in groups, shirts off, eyes hungry as Aisha entered. Whistles and catcalls filled the air.

'Look at her,' one man said, a tall driver named Baldev. 'Bet that veili's pussy is dripping already.'

Aisha shed her abaya, revealing her naked body—curves on full display, piercings catching the light. The men cheered. She dropped to her knees in the center, surrounded. 'Use me, all of you. My son watches and learns.'

Ahmed found a spot on a crate, his cock hardening as the first man—Raj—shoved his dick into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, gagging as he facefucked her. Baldev knelt behind, spreading her cheeks and licking her asshole before plunging his fat cock into her pussy.

'Fuck, she's loose but tightens up nice,' Baldev grunted, pounding away. Aisha moaned around Raj's shaft, her body rocking between them.

More joined: one grabbed her tits, pinching and slapping them red. Another fed her his balls to lick. Ahmed stroked himself through his pants, mesmerized. 'Go on, kid,' Raj said between thrusts. 'Get in there. She's yours too.'

Ahmed stripped and approached, his cock out. Aisha pulled off Raj to suck him instead, her tongue swirling around the head. 'Beta, yes! Join them.' The men laughed, encouraging him as he took her hand to jerk another cock.

They rotated her like a toy—double penetration with two in her pussy at once, stretching her limits. Anal with a third in her mouth. Cum splattered her face, tits, back. She begged through it all: 'More cocks! Fuck this whore harder!'

One man, a wiry guy named Ravi, tied her wrists with a belt and whipped her ass lightly with his hand. 'Take it, bitch. For betraying your faith.' The sting made her squirt, soaking the floor.

Ahmed took his turn in her ass, the tightness making him groan. 'Mom, it's so hot and tight back here.' He thrust steadily while a stranger fucked her pussy, the friction driving her wild.

Hours passed in a blur of sweat, grunts, and her endless orgasms. By the end, Aisha lay in a pool of cum, body marked and spent. The men filtered out, slapping Ahmed on the back. 'Good job, son. She's a keeper.'

As they drove home, Aisha leaned against Ahmed, her head on his shoulder. 'That was wild, beta. But next time, we invite more. Maybe even at the temple again.'

Ahmed nodded, exhausted but hooked. 'Yeah, Mom. Whatever you want.'

But as they pulled into the driveway, headlights flashed behind them—a security officer car? Or just a neighbor? The night held more secrets yet.

(To be continued)