Misc. Erotica ...And My Mother doesn't Remain Ours

[garamrohan]

Why the sex session have skipped? What is the point to write a erotic story then?

Dear, I have my own style of writing and I go by it. Having said that, I am open to the feedback from reader and this is not short sex story and the readers also want it to be a long fantasy, please check the Poll results attached to this thread.

If you want to read quick sex, check my short stories.

[Deepika2021]

Hi bro,
Story is good. Story plot is extraordinary.
But one small thing pls add some detailed sex scenes between both of them. This is my humble request only.

[desilund84]

Bro I am a big fan krf ur stories. 

I must say this is an awesome and extraordinary story. Very unique from other ones.

Thanks for presenting it to us but i got oy one request and that's please provide update a bi quick. There have been too many delays and looking at th story we don't want to keep any patience :) such is a story mqn.

Please give hs fast and bog updates. Its a humble request.

[garamrohan]

Good to know you are liking the story deepika and desilund. I am going to post my next update late in the night. Hope you will enjoy it.

[Deepika2021]

Eagerly waiting for the erotic update

[desilund84]

Good to know you are liking the story deepika and desilund. I am going to post my next update late in the night. Hope you will enjoy it.

How late today bro? Waiting....

[garamrohan]

There was no wet dream for me that night. I was wide awake, masturbating furiously into a handkerchief until I cummed. The memory of the bathroom; the sights, the strong smell had haunted me. Closing my eyes offered no escape; my mind kept constructing graphic, torturous images of what that bastard Rambo guy had done to my mummy. 


I lay there resting, my chest heaving as sweat dried on my forehead. Exhausted by the release, I didn't even have the energy to get up and wash the dirty handkerchief. I simply tossed it aside, my eyelids growing heavy. 

Strangely, the guilt didn't come this time. Had Aditya’s words triggered the shift? It was highly likely. I was becoming resistant to carrying an overwhelming emotional burden. Instead of trying to suppress the powerful emotions erupting inside me, I was learning to accept them; and that included accepting my unnatural arousal. It was wrong, I knew that, but I needed to be kind to myself. These dark impulses weren't born of a filthy imagination; they were my subconscious mind's reaction to the terrible reality unfolding around me. I can’t fight right now, I realized. But I shouldn’t flee or lose hope either, my inner voice whispered. Until the right opportunity presented itself, accepting the situation and its twisted impact on my desires was the only way to stay sane.

It became a routine after that. Every fifth day or so, Rambo would be roaming around our area; specifically near our house. Though his pretext was of begging, I knew exactly what he wanted. It was a wicked, undeniable truth: my mummy, a beautiful, dignified, middle-aged woman from a respectable family – a mother to grown children, including a married daughter – had become his sexual obsession. She was now the outlet for his twisted desires. Mummy’s voluptuous body and dignified grace aroused him, and knowing her desperate need to protect the family's honor ensured him that she would never cry out for help.  Mummy’s alluring features, paired with her inherently fearful nature, had turned her into his permanent target. Her own natural beauty had tragically turned into a curse. 
  
And so, every afternoon, right after college, my scanning began. Was Mummy asleep? Was she wearing a different saree? I couldn't stop myself from locking myself in the backyard bathroom for an unusually long time, obsessively hunting for evidence. And sometimes, my curiosity didn't stop at mere observation. And occasionally, my curiosity pushed me beyond just looking… anyway. 

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On the morning of February twenty-eighth, I was busy preparing for the final mock tests scheduled that week. I sat back in a lounge chair with a book in one hand and a bowl of corn snacks in the other. Mummy always made the tastiest, spiciest snacks, and as I flipped through my notes, I asked her to make some more while I finished the current bowlful. 

Then suddenly I saw him.

He passed by the road without stopping at our door. Maybe he’d spotted me. I couldn’t stop counting the days on my fingers; it had been six days since I last found traces of his visit. The bastard was practically in heat, driven by pure animal urgency. My stomach churned resulting in a tight ache. Should I even go to college today? A sudden, chaotic train of panic raced through my head. 


I stood up and walked into the kitchen. Mummy was busy packing my lunchbox, looking like an absolute goddess in her neatly pleated, simple saree. But the peaceful image shattered the moment I remembered the dark truth that this pure, dignified woman was being hunted by a predator. Rambo guy was out there somewhere, just waiting for me to leave for college. 

"Kh... Kh... Khana"

That voice echoed from the verandah and I startled to the core. The pan in Mummy's hand slipped, and the sabji (vegetable) spilled onto the counter. She didn't look back at me. She couldn’t. But I could read the sheer, suffocating fear radiating from her. Her hands trembled as she stared straight ahead, trying to hide her face. She knew exactly who it was. The Rambo guy had arrived : the unwanted companion; master of her private afternoons. 
 
I gathered all my courage and went outside.

“What do you want?” I spoke with a level of confidence and arrogance that surprised even me.

He startled slightly, and then recovered; to ask for food in his usual, mad language.

“There’s no food for you here. And don’t ever come back, do you understand?” I yelled at him, my eyes radiating all of my anger and frustration.

He turned on his heel and walked away immediately. That made me feel full of pride. I knew deep down that this small victory hadn't permanently saved Mummy; he would almost certainly return the moment I wasn't around. But it was a critical, bold first step toward my ultimate plan to eliminate him from our lives forever.

I left for college that morning with a happy heart. Mummy looked relieved, too. At the very least, I had neutralized the immediate danger.

–

“Mind you, Aditya, I’m scoring better than you in English this time,” I teased him right after today's English mock test wrapped up.
We were sitting together on a bench, sharing our tiffins.

“Let’s see,” he replied with his usual cool attitude. “You’ve looked relaxed these days, man. Keep it up. You’ll do wonders if you don’t let stress overburden you… whatever the reason behind it may be.”

I smiled, feeling a quiet surge of gratitude. We had just finished eating when the peon appeared with a notice: a half-day off. It was month-end, and we were free for the rest of the day.

“Hey, let’s go play cricket,” one of our friends suggested. Everyone agreed instantly except for me. I had already resolved not to play cricket until exams were over. My true motive, of course, was to spend as much time as possible at home protecting Mummy, so I couldn't just give in. I should probably just sit in the library and study, I reasoned.

“What’s wrong with you, Rohan? What else are you going to do with the rest of your day? Go home and help your mummy with the laundry?” one boy mocked, leading to a burst of laughter from the others.

But suddenly that comment struck my mind. It was 2:30 in the afternoon. If I rushed home right this second, I could act as a barrier against Rambo guy and shield my mummy for at least another day. I picked up my bag and hurried toward the exit, leaving them all behind without uttering a single word. 
 
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My footsteps became light and cautious as I neared the house, as if the slightest sound might expose a terrible secret. The moment I stepped onto the verandah, my stomach ached. Dropped in one corner was Rambo's dirty sack. The realization hit me like a physical blow: I was too late. The predator was already cornering his prey.

My entire body shook. For the first time in my life, I was about to cross a line I had never dared to face. I knew that walking inside could be disastrous. Finding me there wouldn't help; instead, it would utterly torment Mummy’s soul if she knew her own son had witnessed her in such a compromised position. Yet, I couldn't fight the overwhelming desire to look. I had seen him mounting her down by the river ghat once before, but it had been from a distance. As shameful as it was to admit, I hadn't been able to see the act clearly back then, especially with Mummy lying flat and mostly out of my view.

The house was completely quiet, but then I heard a tiny sound. It was a soft rustling movement coming from my parents' bedroom. To get close enough to see what was happening, I had to walk to the kitchen first. I took tiny, careful steps, making sure my feet didn't make a slighted sound. My heart was beating so hard and fast that it actually hurt my chest, and the loud thumping sound filled my ears. I stopped right outside the room and held my breath, terrified that they would hear me. Slowly, I leaned my head toward the small crack in the half-closed door and looked inside. In that exact second, my eyes went wide, and I saw something so awful it completely froze me in place. What I saw inside that room wasn't just awful; it was a visual crime, an act so profoundly taboo and illicit that even looking at it should be punished in hell. 

But my eyes stretched wide, with excitement and curiosity as much as with fear and disgust I saw mummy lying there on the bed, and she looked so helpless. She did not have any of her regular clothes on. Her colorful saree, blouse, and undergarments were tossed all over the floor and the chairs like trash. The only thing she had to protect herself was a single, thin shawl. She held onto it with all her strength, wrapping it around her chest and stomach like a shield. She was shaking all over, with her watery eyes tightly closed, and trying her absolute best to cover up as much of her skin as possible. She just wanted to hide from the terrible person who had broken into her private room, and now was standing next to bed in all his natural state and a monstrous, ugly, sticky penis pulsating at his groin.

[desilund84]

Is that it for the day bro and leaving us hanging or coming more of updates?

[amzad2004]

When will you publish next update?

[Deepika2021]

Ahaha! very interesting what will happen next, will save his mom or stand & see his mom as helpless son.

[prabudmt]

I have to tell truth here bro, i was upset with quantity of update... The story is slow and erotic but that is the speciality of your story that's what i liked it but small updates make the story stranded on same point what left before...and we lost interest and dissapointed. I think we viewers rushed u post quickly... So please take your time and post big update then only story is smooth and keep on entertaining... Already story is slow paced with Small update makes story kept still... So please big update and inform us when will be next huge update...its our request bro

[Ankita b]

This storyline is awesome but definitely need big update with pictures and elaborate more

[The Great One]

You are writing a nice story but you are giving very small updates. You should update the story within 2 to 3 days and also post AI images. Give bigger updates of story and write a lengthy story whenever you write a chapter of the story

[Ghost1041]

Rambo's image

[Deepika2021]

Waiting for the update

[garamrohan]

Is that it for the day bro and leaving us hanging or coming more of updates?

When will you publish next update?

Ahaha! very interesting what will happen next, will save his mom or stand & see his mom as helpless son.

I have to tell truth here bro,....

This storyline is awesome but definitely need big update with pictures and elaborate more

You are writing a nice ....

Rambo's image

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Thank you very much, Deepika, Desilund, Amjad, Ankita, prabudmt, the great one and Ghost, for the reply and letting me know you guys are reading the story. 


I am going to post next update late night today. (after 12 PM most likely, so you can also check tomorrow morning) 

Thank you very much Ghost for sharing your imagination of the Rambo with us. It looks apt and nasty.

[Gladiator967]

Please give update

[Gladiator967]

It's past 12 am

[garamrohan]

She shrank back against the headboard the moment his knees hit the bed. He gave a filthy smile, displaying a row of decaying, yellowed teeth.

“No…” Mummy muttered weakly, her voice trembling. His eyes roamed hungrily over her shawl-covered frame, filled with uncontrollable lust.

“Majaa… give me maja…,” he growled. Reaching out, his rough hand grabbed her fair, bare arm and pulled her toward him. She moved reluctantly, like a terrified lamb that had already anticipated its slaughter, using her free hand to frantically keep the shawl pinned against her body.

“Come… come… do maja… like this… like this…” He pointed aggressively at a crumpled poster lying on the bed, its edges fluttering in the draft from the ceiling fan.

“I can’t… Leave me… For God’s sake,” Mummy pleaded, her voice thick with utter helplessness.

“Hmmmm…” he hummed deeply, his tone turning sharp and rigorous. It was clear he was entirely indifferent to her begs, and he wasn't about to listen to a single word. He wanted her to submit completely, to act exactly as he commanded.

He pulled her upward until she had no choice but to stand. His rough hands traced the curves of her body, running from her shoulders all the way to her hips. Witnessing her glowing skin and soft frame seemed to make him even more aggressive. His cock hardened, his nostrils started fluttering as his breathing turned thick and heavy.

He kept sweeping his hands over her body as if he couldn't believe his luck. Suddenly, he trapped the smooth skin of her forearm between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it roughly. “Maja…” he whined. He buried his mouth against her bare skin, sucking greedily. His tongue darted up and down her arm like a wiper, slicking her skin with saliva as he tasted her with an insatiable, wild urgency.

She backed away a step, hesitantly, worrying if that will call wrath of the maniac. But with a sobbing face she stood there. He straightened up, looked sternly into her eyes and reached to her waist to pull her to him and she bumped on his chest, her hands struggling to keep hold of the shawl around her body. 

As his face came down on hers, she jerked her head to the side. He licked her exposed neck anyway, aggressively pushing for a kiss. Before she could move again, he framed her neck with both hands, locking her posture so she was entirely trapped. She managed only a muffled whimper, gathering strength to keep her lips away from his predatory mouth. Denied her lips, he settled for her soft cheek, his mouth consuming her soft skin, as he slurped and bit hungrily at the spot where his misplaced kiss had struck. 

Hungrily, he munched on her juicy lips, trying to crush his lips against hers for a full kiss. Mummy fought back silently, squeezing her lips tightly together to block him. He kept up the pressure, refusing to back down. Then, his fingers clawed at the thin shawl. He gave a hard jerk, fully determined to strip away her last piece of protection. 

“Nooooo!” she panicked, her voice cracking.

But with those words her lips parted, leaving them entirely vulnerable. Her delicate lips instantly became captive to his predatory mouth, and he ruthlessly seized the opportunity. He consumed her lips with a raw, aggressive kiss, silencing her cries beneath a heavy suffocation. 

His body kept grinding against hers, his hands heavily pressing the soft, shapely contours of her body beneath the thin shawl, even as he continued to brutally consume her lips. He tried another sudden, violent jerk to rip the shawl away. And mummy panicked in his mouth, but mummy’s alertness allowed her to clutch the fabric even tighter. Though her mouth remained helplessly trapped in the gross kiss, she refused to let him strip away her final defense.

As they struggled, their bodies turned in such a way that I was suddenly looking at exactly what a kiss looked like up close. This was the very first time I had ever witnessed a kiss. My throat went completely dry as the realization hit me, because this was nothing like the beautiful scenes in romantic movies, the stories I had heard from friends, or the gentle dreams I had imagined in my own mind.

It wasn't romantic at all; it was a literal looting. It was the total, violent taking over of my mummy without her consent. Rambo was consuming her mouth, ruthlessly drinking juice of her mouth and mixing his own with hers, as if that would turn her into his own property.

Mummy was panicking, her face flushing red from the lack of air. She tried to speak, but her voice was completely swallowed by his mouth, turning into tiny, muffled whimpers. He didn't care; he just locked his arms around her tighter, crushing her body against his. 

Suddenly, I looked down toward his stomach and froze. He was completely erect. His hard shaft stood rigid, reaching till his belly button, pulsing with aggression. The thick veins on his dark, sticky cock looked sharp and prominent, showing just how excited he had become and my misfortune - the lady he had a thing for was my own birthgiving mother.

The moment he finally pulled his mouth away, satisfied for now, mummy gasped for air, breathing heavily. As the pressure left her lips, her eyes filled with tears, and she began to sob quietly.

But he didn't give her a second to recover. “No crying… No… No crying… Only maja,” he growled, grabbing her shoulder and shaking her like a stubborn child would do. He pointed his finger aggressively back at the poster lying on the bed. “Like this… Like this… Maja like this!” he exclaimed, his voice shaking with a dark, unstable excitement.

She looked at the photo and cried, “I simply can’t do this.”

But Rambo was not someone who would listen. Referring to the torn movie poster on the bed, he began to awkwardly position his body, ruthlessly dragging mummy into place to force her to mirror the image. I could see the fragmented edges of the paper fluttering under the fan, but I couldn’t see the actual graphic.

Realizing she had no escape, a heavy, crushing helplessness settled over mummy. Her body finally went slack, her fierce resistance breaking as she stopped fighting.

“Haan…” Rambo chirped happily, his face lighting up with a sick satisfaction. “I maja… you maja… both maja.” He reached up and gently wiped the tears from her wet cheek, as if he was her caring husband. Probably, that day he was imagining himself as a hero of his life who is destined to get the mummy, just like a hero gets heroin in the bollywood movies. 

"Fuck..." I whispered to myself, sliding my zipper down to release the tight pressure in my pants, my eyes still locked onto the room. 

He caught her close with one hand around her waist, using the other to force her arm around his neck. Their bodies set together, with only her one free hand clutching the shawl between them. He grabbed that wrist of her as well, making it clear it was time for that arm to follow.

“No, please…” she panicked, but his grip was firm. He forcefully pressed her palm against his bare, hairy chest, though mummy managed to keep the shawl sandwiched as a barrier between them.

Suddenly, he slid his hand under her bare, plump thigh which was completely exposed, as the shawl was barely covering her torso. He lifted her leg, locking it around his waist. The movement brought their genitals into immediate, dangerous proximity. I was hard as rock, my mind burning with curiosity about what that poster actually is.

Rambo kept comparing their position to the poster, looking back and forth. My beautiful mummy was entirely his captive, and I knew that he was anyway going to have his way with her voluptuous body. But the weirdness of his actions like this poster pose thing was twisting my mind even further.

Something in the arrangement felt incomplete to him. A wicked smile appeared on his face as he figured it out. He reached for mummy’s neatly pinned bun. He unraveled the knot, piercing his dirty fingers deep into the strands. Her beautiful hair gave way, cascading down her back like a sheet of black rain. 

He glanced at the poster one more time, looking entirely content. Their faces were hardly an inch apart given the pose he had forced her into. He looked at her as if asking for her approval, but she simply lowered her eyes in shame and disgust. 

I was aroused, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t feel the absolute horror of mummy’s position. This filthy monster had looted her chastity so many times, and every single time, she had forced herself to survive the shock – for us, for our family. The moments during the assault were pure hell, but what about the mental toll she had to pay later on? Trying to calm herself, ensuring nobody else ever found out, and on top of everything, worrying about the infections and diseases that this shabby beggar could have carried into her body. 

I stared at his ugly face. Spiky, greying beard, a mess of tangled hair, and his unhealthy, rotting mouth. He leaned in toward mummy’s face to devour her beauty even more closely. Suddenly, the breeze from the window caught the poster on the bed. It flew off and landed face-up on the floor right near the door gap, revealing exactly what he wanted them to pose like.



"Fuck..." I muttered, freezing. I avoided the urge to touch my cock, my eyes darting back and forth between the graphic on the poster and the two people replicating it in real life right next to me.

I couldn’t stop doing the comparison. What was truly common between the print and the reality? Just the geometry of a pose. The core elements were entirely missing: basic human decency, a shared willingness. Mummy's natural, buxom beauty could have been relatable to the seductive, well-maintained actress of the film - “Khajuraho ki Rani”, despite both having completely different body features, but Rambo was a pile of shit next to the male actor, who was nothing more than a B-grade extra himself. 

The contrast between Rambo and mummy was sickening: a violent predator’s ugliness and aggressiveness crushing the elegance and beauty of my mummy. Her fair, curvy body entangled with his dark-skinned, dirty body, looked so taboo and arousing. As if a flawless, luminous moon trapped helplessly under the shadow of an eclipse. 

He installed his dirty mouth back over hers, and she had to serve him with her ever-juicy, luscious lips. The reality of the scene unfolding before me went far beyond the cheap graphic on that B-grade film poster.  Of course, this was just the starter for a predator like Rambo; he was preparing to consume the whole meal in his own twisted, unusual ways. 

The heat in the room became unbearable. The hissing and friction of the bodies increased as Rambo’s filthy kissing turned into dirty, salivating smooches and his hands moved like machinery on mummy’s soft body that was at his disposal only. He shut down every single attempt mummy made to pull her hands away from his neck or chest, forcefully trapping her in his grip. The pacing of the assault grew incredibly fast. He was aggressively squeezing her, crushing her against him, and draining her mouth without giving her a single second to catch her breath. Left with no choice, she moved only enough to keep her balance and maintain her grip on the shawl, anchoring her arm tightly around his neck for support while her other hand kept the fabric pressed flat at his chest.

“Hmmmmm” he groaned, full of irritation and with much pressure got that shawl off her body and threw it on the bed. Mummy let out a cry but that didn’t help and she was all nude in the room, just like her companion for now. 

My heart thumped violently, slamming against my ribs as I saw her stark naked for the very first time in my life. It feels shameful to even admit, but the thoughts formed in my mind : as a woman, her body was breathtaking. She possessed a soft, flawless, and beautifully curved body with the perfect proportion of shape - her thighs, her hips, and especially her breasts. I was entirely paralyzed, completely unable to take my eyes away from the sight. 

Mummy tried hopelessly to cover her boobs and groin area with her two hands full of beautiful green bangles. But it was too much to be covered by two hands. No wonder, psycho like Rambo had lost his patience. He buried his face hungrily into her chest, rubbing his rough face against the full, heavy curve of her breasts, which had no cover now; only the mangalsutra hanging on those, which had proven to be useless for protecting her for all this month or so.

“No… no… no…” Mummy whimpered, trying desperately to push his head away. But Rambo had already locked onto his target. I watched in absolute excitement and horror as he took her breast into his mouth. The sheer, overwhelming shock of the sight broke my body’s defenses; at that exact second, I came heavily in my pants, without my hand ever touching my cock. 

I backed myself away from the door, locking my hand over my mouth to suppress any sound before it could escape. Leaning against the wall, I waited for the room to stop spinning and for my lungs to stop burning. My mind and body had gone entirely numb due to the heavy exhaustion of the orgasm.

The strange noises from the bedroom never stopped. After about five or ten minutes, I forced myself to look through the gap in the door once more. Mummy was still standing in the same spot, her back turned toward me. Her loose, dark hair completely blanketed her smooth back, only partially revealing the striking, full globes of her ass. She was breathing heavily, letting out soft, reluctant sighs, and I realized Rambo had dropped down to his knees in front of her, still utterly driven to enjoy her mammeries.

The sickening, wet sounds continued without a pause: chyuk, chyuk, slurp. It was as if he was a hungry child latching onto her chest. Yet, there was nothing innocent about it. This hunger was predatory, a forbidden and primal sickness. He wasn’t feeding akin to a baby, to live; he was consuming her piece by piece for pure, carnal pleasure. 

He stood up, and from the movement of his arms, I could tell he was aggressively squeezing her big breasts. His eyes were completely bloodshot with lust; even that bizarre, unsettling smile had vanished from his lips. Only raw desire and a twisted sense of wonder remained on his face. He pressed and twisted her jugs for what felt like an eternity, while mummy could do nothing but let out quiet, exhausted sighs.

"So big dudu... so big majaa..." he muttered, staring down at her chest, his face completely blank of human emotion. He reached for her neck and flipped the mangalsutra over her shoulder so the pendant landed against her back. He wouldn't tolerate even the tiniest obstacle in his quest.

As he sat back down, the sloppy sounds started up all over again: slurp… chyuk… puk. The wet rhythm confirmed that his hungry mouth was locked onto her chest once more. The suction grew increasingly vigorous, the rising volume of the noise matching the intensity of mummy's reactions. At one point, the sensation became so overwhelming that she let out a sharp, breathless cry, throwing her head back and turning her face toward the door. For the first time in minutes, I caught a clear side-view of her face. Her eyes were tightly shut, her plump lower lips were pinned between her teeth to endure the stimulation. That view sent a jolt down my spine, making my cock come to life all over again. 

I watched, completely breathless, as he laid her flat on her back on the bed, never breaking his suction on her left breast. From my position at the door, the full extent of his hunger was quite visible. His mouth was moving aggressively, the pinkish-brown nipple and the delicate skin of her areola getting stretched, disappearing entirely into his mouth with every pull. Mummy squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, her chest heaving as a long, helpless sigh escaped her lips: “Aaaaah…” 

Her both breasts were shining with his dirty saliva. It was looking so gross and kinky at the same time. He grabbed her right breast with both his hands, pressing and turning it into different shapes and suddenly sucked on it.. As that nipple slipped out of his mouth, mummy let out another big moan “Aaaahh..” 

He kissed her aggressively, gripping her face tightly and suddenly stepped off the bed. I knew then that the final, devastating moment had arrived. He grabbed her by the ankles, pulling her across the bedsheet until her hips reached the very edge of the bed. Understanding her inescapable fate, mummy hid her eyes with her hands and began to sob quietly.

Now, her neatly kept, natural pubic hair that I had never seen before was exposed to me and it was looking extremely alluring on her fair body. Rambo became entirely restless, positioning himself right against her opening. My hand dropped to my pants, and I began to rub myself.

Rambo lifted her legs, pinning them against his chest. As he did, the glint of her silver anklet caught his eye. He deliberately knocked her ankles together, making the metal rings chime softly in the quiet room, before pressing a crude kiss against her foot.

"Majaa..." he growled, entirely consumed by the heat of the moment. With a sudden, heavy thrust, he forced himself deep inside her; penetrating the very place from which I had been brought into this world.

Mummy just sighed and Rambo furiously fucked her. His ass moved lightning fast and with clutching teeth he started giving powerful strokes into my mummy’s vagina, which had become his fun tool; and he was reaping extraordinary pleasure from it.

“Sloww… pls” she whined.

He kept fucking her faster, with a more chaotic rhythm as he buried himself inside her as deep as possible. I watched a white, foamy stuff begin to circle at the union of their sex organs. The contrast was sickening yet mesmerizing; though her mind never wanted to be with him, the raw, mechanical friction of his relentless hits had caused her body to submit to the physical reality of the act. Her juices were flowing and were getting mingled with Rambo’s precum. 

The furious fucking continued for nearly ten more minutes before his body finally went rigid and he collapsed heavily on top of her. Recognizing that it was over and that he would be leaving any moment, I carefully backed away from the door and slipped out of the house. I needed to hide in the deep shadows of the godown, waiting until Rambo went away and mummy had enough time to wash her body and sanitize the room before facing us again. 

[Gladiator967]

Good .but aftermath is always more interesting