Adultery Hot Family Secrets (Updated : June 30)

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Leana - Pinkie

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Malavika

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Amala

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Leena

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Priya

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They sleep together in their room and I sleep in my room. Some times when it rains heavily and they are scared of thunderstorms they come and sleep on my bed

Next day morning, I made fresh Horlicks for them and went to their room. They saw me with Horlicks and felt happy.

They had the hot Horlicks and started getting ready for sch ool

Both of them being same gender saves time, they can use same bathroom together

I made them ready just like their mom used to help them get ready for sch ool

I can see happiness returning  in their face. What is changed since last few days ? I was paying attention to minute details like giving them Horlicks, make their lunch box ready, help them put the clothes for them, polishing shoes, helping them in home work etc.  They gave a warm hug and went to sch ool

I planned my office  work such a way I get some free time from 4-6PM and I work again from 6:30-8:00 PM

They came back from sch ool tired at around 4 PM, I gave them some snacks to eat and told them “girls, today we are going to have a surprise session and I need your cooperation”, while saying this my voice was shivering. The girls were curious to know what it is.

I held their hands and took them to their room and I gave a towel each to them and said “today daddy is going to bath you, in the mornings you were always in a hurry to go to sch ool and are not taking proper bath”

They were stunned and looked at each other. After a minute of silence, they nodded their head in agreement. I asked them to wrap the towel around them and remove their clothes as I turned to other side. They removed their sch ool uniform and wrapped towel around their chest covering upto thighs.

We all went to the bathroom and I started collecting water in bucket and looked at them, they are shy and feeling uncomfortable, after pouring some hot water on them, they started feeling normal. Now I can see their almost nude bodies. Pinkie’s tits are so tight and her nipples are poking through the wet towel while Leena’s boobs are handful and can see the round shape and pink nipples protruding like sharp pencil needle. I was rubbing their back, first started with Pinkie and went behind her and applied soap on her back, shoulders and legs. I was leaning so close to her back holding her by waist, that my wet boxers is touching her back , after a while I turned her towards me and my semi erect dick is touching her cute tits as I am applying shampoo to her head. Meanwhile Leena was looking at me and my manhood that was poking out of my boxers.



I poured water on Pinkie’s head and made sure my boxers is fully wet and my semi erect lund is protruding from my boxers hitting her tits. Pinkie was staring at my huge manhood admiringly and I pulled her more closer towards me and started rubbing her back with some soap. My fully erect lund is now rubbing her small tits and the transparent towel is not able to hide anything . meanwhile I pulled Leena also closer and started rubbing her shoulder and asked her to lift her arm up a bit and I applied some soap in her armpits and started rubbing her there and some towards her tits through the towel

I asked Pinkie to go out as she completed her bath and told I will finish akka and finish mine

Pinkie was initially reluctant to go out and finally had to go

Now I was with Leena and wanted to be more adventurous with the elder one. I took more soap and this time I put my hand inside her towel and touched her tits. She moaned a bit and held my shoulder for support. I took her hand and put inside my boxers, shitttt… her hand when it touched my lund sent electric shock waves across my body and I couldn’t control any more and took out my lund from my boxers and holding her hand and my hand, I started pumping my thick lund while I was squeezing her tits over her wet towel.

Leena didn’t expect this and she was also moaning and enjoying, after gripping and fisting my cock tight and pumping it hard, she made me cum in spurts in such a ferocious manner that I drenched her face with my cum and with a semi erect and hanging lund, I made her to kneel in front of me and I was hitting her face with my lund.. her face is completely wet with my thick cum and I really wanted to put my dick in her mouth but restrained myself and let her go. She finished her bath and went out, I also completed my bath and came out naked.  The girls were on bed waiting for me to come and seeing my hanging dick, Pinkie was staring at me. I went to my room and wore fresh boxer

Every one was silent, we finished dinner

Next day, around 6 PM, I went to girls room, Pinkie was outside playing and Leena was lying on the bed taking some rest



I was looking at her smooth thighs and round ass and lied next to her on the bed and started caressing her thighs, I was feeling so erotic and leaned forward to kiss her on neck while she was lazy and felt my kiss and moaned a bit. I was massaging her round ass over her shorts and squeezing the flesh between her thighs as she lifted her buttocks up giving me access to her inner thighs, I took courage and put my hand inside her shorts and touched her pantie and started rubbing her soft flesh there while kissing her ears and smelling her fresh hair which is so much mesmerizing. I was using my fingers to search for her treasure and it was already wet there and she was happily enjoying whatever I am doing and moaning a bit. I was feeling her soft cunt lips and found no hair there at all, it was so smooth and soft..

I took my fingers into my mouth and licked her juices and wet my fingers and took it to her cunt lips and massaging the layers of pussy and rubbing and massaging her soft flesh and this time she became stiff and stretched her legs and made a big moan and held the bedsheet tight with her hands and froze like that for a while and then relaxed completely , I can feel so much pussy juices on my hand and it was completely wet with her orgasm, I removed my hand from her shorts and licked it clean and then heard the door bell, it must be Pinkie, so I went and answered the door

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After dinner, we were chatting while watching a movie on TV

I thought Pinkie would be angry on me for asking her to leave the bathroom with her akka still in the bathroom. They would have discussed what has happened inside. But I don’t see any negative reaction from Pinkie

I changed the channel to put a porn movie.

 

it was also an incest story and dad banged his daughter so hard and finally released so much cum on her boobs which she cleaned with her tongue and was happily chewing the strands of the cum.

Leena and Pinkie were surprised to see her gulping her dad’s cum. They couldn’t believe such things are possible

After that scene, I switched off the TV and gave good night hug to them and left to my room

My intention of making the girls come out of the trauma of their mother’s loss is slowly yielding the desired results. I was happy for them and myself

Next day, after coming from sch ool, Pinkie didn’t even take her snacks and took me to my bed room and made me to lie down on the bed and took out my lund from my boxers and started feeling it. She was resting her head on my thick thigh and started playing with it.. the way she is looking at my lund with deep lust and a desire to swallow it, my lund started moving. Whenever I get too much excited my lund doesn’t listen to me and goes out of my control, Pinkie is slowly pumping it up and down and her cute face and innocent looks made me melt and I couldn’t believe she has grown up this big to play with my dick, to my eyes she is still looking like a sch ool kid but the way she has grown up recently with her womanhood in full glow, I couldn’t believe it.

She has picked up some tricks already from the porn and she is pumping me so fast now that my dick is about to explode any time

 

I was making huge moans and couldn’t control at all as Pinkie is laughing at me the way I am moaning, she is making a slave to her small hands and youthful innocence. I melted in her charm and exploded heavily releasing spurts of cum all over her face and hair. I was cumming for almost a minute as she was not leaving my dick at all and seems to know how much to extract from me.. finally at the end, I exhausted and pulled my little sweet doll onto my chest and started licking my cum off her cute face and kissing her cheeks and looking into her innocent eyes asked her in a husky voice “do you want to play with daddy’s dick everyday after coming from sch ool ? u like it ?”, she was also kissing my cheeks and nodded in shy. The way she is licking my cum, it looks like she liked the taste

“do you really like daddy’s cum taste ? you want more ?”, I was looking into her eyes and asked. She was feeling too shy to look into my eyes and the way she was licking her lips I understood she is enjoying the taste. I gave her a deep kiss on her lips and said “now go and do your home work” and I left her

One thing is the girls have an understanding if one of them is having intimate moment with me, the other girl wouldn’t interfere and stays away giving the other girl her privacy with me

In the night, I was not getting sleep at all as my dick started itching. I got up and went to the girls room. There was a dim light and they were sleeping

 

towards outside of the bed was Leena. I went near to her and stood in front of the bed and slowly took out her night shorts. She was not wearing panty inside and I could see thick thighs and round ass and now I can see her pussy layers from back. Compared to Pinkie, Leena is having more developed body obviously and that made me to feel her womanhood much better and caress it and feel the holes.. both of them. I was licking my fingers and touching her holes and spreading her pussy lips which started becoming wet. I didn’t want to use force as she might wake up. So I played softly while Pinkie is sleeping with her face towards the wall. I played with Leena for some more time and pulled her shorts back in its original place and went back to my room

I couldn’t get sleep at all and it made the matter even worse. I urgently needed a release. I don’t want to do it myself, so again I went back to the girls room and this time switched on the main light and sat near the face of Leena and put my dick in front of her lips and started pushing hard. Leena woke up and seeing me there with his lund trying to invade her sleeping mouth, she got shocked initially but then with series of things happening with me, she smiled and held my dick with her hands and kissed it.

Meanwhile Pinkie also got up



Leena got up on the bed and she took my lund in her mouth, it was so good for me to get my lund in a woman’s mouth after almost 6 years as my wife stopped oral sex. My lund is finding peace in my elder daughter’s mouth while my younger one was watching with disappointed looks. I pulled Pinkie closer to me and started kissing her lips while pushing my lund hard in Leena’s mouth.

Lean is no novice at giving me head as she watched the porn and she is at her best attacking my lund from one corner to another and she is not leaving even one millimeter and licking and sucking my balls, mushroom head and dick balls.. making slurp sounds and moans. I gave a hard kiss to Pinkie and left her and gave my full concentration on Leana and I was skull fucking her, making her gasp for breath and the saliva is drooling over my shaft on to her now nude chest



As the intensity has reached  its highest point, I made a big roar and pulled my younger one also to join her akka and exploded huge amount of cum on both their faces and I was shivering while one is licking my balls and another my lund.. as I released my last tranch of cum, I collapsed on the bed

Madhu, soon we became so close, now they are sleeping in my bed and we started exploring our bodies more. The initial days of my marital life has come back satisfying my dick has assumed the highest priority. As soon as they come back from sch ool, they would climb on me like hungry tigress and start licking my whole body and one would keep sucking my lund while other gets her pussy drenched in sweat  licked by me. After a very steamy session of 15 minutes, we would collapse on the sofa for a while and then hit the bathroom and take shower together

All this while I never let them shift their focus from studies and also made sure all we do is oral, no penetration, I was very clear in my thinking not to go to that extent

So far so good, but that night changed our lives completely



Leena invited her friend Kamala to out house. After the demise of their mom, they were away from their friends, this is the first time their fried came, I was happy for them as they were getting back to their previous days

I don’t know this girl Kamala, since she looked innocent like my daughters I felt happy for their choice, I don’t want them to be in bad company

After dinner, I went to my room and slept and all the three girls were in their room playing and laughing

I felt happy for them that they got some body else apart from me to be with and be happy

Around mid night I saw some sensation in my groin and I opened my eyes. Shittt… Kamala was on my crotch, pulling my lund out of my shorts (I was wearing shorts, not boxers) and started kissing my lund. I was in shock what to do, before I could think, she waved her magic on my lund and it became stiff. I haven’t touched a woman beyond my family. This is first time someone else was making me happy. Yes, I was feeling happy and I held her head and pushed it heard on my lund. She seems to be an expert in this and was giving better blow job than my daughters.

The way she is smiling and playing with my lund made me go mad, after 5 minutes, she got up and removed her night dress and was rubbing her sweet pussy and making me ready to invade her. I was not in a stage to fuck anyone, little bit of oral is fine, but soon she sat on me and started moving up and down. My lund went out of control and I was at it. After my wife’s death this is my first fuck and my lund was hungry.

That girl started making louder moans and even started using bad words.. by then both my daughters woke up and came to my room



I was not guilty looking at them as it was not me who initiated the fuck but it doesn’t matter to them. I was fucking that girl wild and aggressive and the way she is egging me made me more wilder


“COME ON UNCLE…. FUCK ME… FASTER… MORE DEEPER… AHHHHHH… UMMMM.. SO GOOD… BETTER THAN… MY PAPA.. AHMMMM UNCLEEEEE… UFFFFFF…. U HAVE… BIGGER LUND THAN MY PAPA… HMMMM…. FASTER..”

So she is getting fucked by her dad, that’s why she has become an expert already. The reference to her dad made all three of us curious..

“FAST…. UNCLE… DON’T SHOW  … MERCY… FUCKKKKKK.. MAKE ME YOUR SEX DOLL.. FUCK ME…LIKE YOUR DAUGHTERS…AHHH UNCLE.. I WILL COME  …EVERY WEEK… FUCK MEE…. MY GAAADDDDD.. SO GOOD… UFFF… “

I can see some kind of jelous feeling in my daughters face. I was fucking Kamala more aggressively

THAPAK..THAPAKKKK… DHADDDDD.. THAPAKKKK.. DHAHDDDD. .. DHADDDD.. THAPAK…

“AHHHHH.. UFFF… BE MY DAD UNCLE… FUCK THIS LITTLE PUSSY EVERY DAY… AHHH… NEVER HAD THIS KIND OF FEELING… UMMMM… UNCLE…. AHHHH… YOUR DAUGHTERS ARE SO LUCKY…. AHHHH… CUMMINNGGG.. I AM….CUMMINGGGG… UMMM.. I AMM…. AHHHH… CUMMMMMM…INGGGGGGGG..”

She gave a one big wild moan and then collapsed on the bed without any sensation and I was also at my peak and I continued to fuck her little tight pussy and my daughters were shocked since I  didn’t stop as the girl collapsed.. but after some more hard thursts deeper into her tight pussy .. she awakened.. with a jerk.. with saliva drooling over mouth and now responding with milder moves, she looked at me with an innocent and begging look to fuck her more.. she is too week to even moan now..

I held her by waist and made her settle on all fours and entered from behind in her ass which seems to be already opened..i fucked her ass hole for two minutes pulling her head by her hair and collapsed on her back with full force and weight and gave my final few thrusts and released my heavy cum deep in her ass hole.. we were sweating so much that the bed sheet became wet

That was one hell of a fuck and after five minutes, I offered hug to my daughters and looked at them with an apologetic face. There was no reaction from them

After this incident, there are many changes happening in our lives

Leena took my permission and went to Kamala’s house for sleepover. I had a blind confidence in my daughters. But she saw what I did to her friend and Kamala’s dad did exactly same thing to her it seems which I came to know after couple of months.

Then Pinkie’s friend sweety came to our house. Pinkie and sweety slept in my room and after a while both of them started licking my lund and I never thought I would fuck Pinkie’s friends. 



Madhu, world has changed a lot and girls are losing virginity at very young age and I could sense that when sweety forced me to fuck her

A week later Pinkie went to sweeties house. When a man of my age cant resist the temptation, how can you expect the young girls to be pious.

Pinkie, Leena lost their virginity.. that made me put my no0fuck rule aside and started fucking my two sweet dolls.

Soon we became slaves to sex. With one month over, my work from home is gone and I am on my sales job and on travel for 2 weeks in a  month and those two weeks the girls couldn’t wait for me to come, but are happy with their friends’ dads and brothers. I also started fucking some strangers in my hotel room

Madhu, this whole thing put their studies back and they started failing in exams.

What started as an attempt to get them out of the tragedy of losing their mom has made them lose their virginity, fail exams and become slaves to sex and that made them vulnerable .

I had to stop it. I had to live by example. It was a tough call. I married my wife’s sister and stopped touching my daughters and my new wife made strict rules for the girls. Not to go out for sleep overs. Since she is known to my daughters and since they like her like their mom, they slowly stopped from all these dirty things. It took a while for us to become normal

Madhu, that’s my life story and I learnt my lessons hard. Never ever allow your daughter to become like mine. Especially since you are travelling so much

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Both Priya and Manju were shocked at hearing that story.. yes, they saw some girls addicted to sex so much they do anything and go anywhere to be trapped by strangers, that’s dangerous thing to do

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Let’s get into Malavika, Abhi thread (continuation of Episode 42)



Aunty, mom started making more bolder moves. Since I have completely surrendered to her, I shed my inhibitions and started enjoying whatever mom was doing which is what she told me anyway. How can I say no to my loving mom who took so much interest in my issues and consulted doctor, got many tests done and she seems determined to cure my issues. Even I am feeling low for not able to enjoy my youthful life like my friends and hence determined to cooperate with mom

One day at night, around mid night mom came to my room, almost naked, with her sari just covering her boobs, she came to my room and with sister sleeping on other cot, I was tense what would mom do. She came quietly and climbed the bed and sat on my chest and pulled my head towards her crotch and she was pressing my nose and lips against her sweet wet pussy filled with juices, initially I didn’t know what those juices are.. and then the smell and texture of those thick juices made me get instant hard on.. my god.. they are papa’s cum juices and fresh and thick and hot. Mom came directly after papa fucked her cunt and released his cum on her pussy and mom came running to me




I was so much excited about all this and started licking mom’s pussy and slurping her cunt lips to lick each and every drop of papa’s cum juice mixed with mom’s cunt juice. I was licking her pussy dry and pinching her clitoris made mom jump a bit and soon she turned to other side and slept on my body in 69 position and pulled the bed sheet on us so that sister wont see us. As soon as mom touched my already fully erected dick with her soft tongue tip, I jumped a bit and even bite mom’s pussy lips wth my teeth.

Aunty, this is the best introduction to the new world of ecstasy and  pleasure which mom is fully aware off and holding my hand and taking me to the shores of the heaven. Needless to say as soon as my mom’s mouth sucked my dick inside, I erupted wildly and filled mom’s mouth with thick layers of cum and in fact I was coming more time than actually I was inside mom’s mouth. 

Mom didn’t get disappointed, she immediately got up and slept on me and started kissing my tender lips and transferring  my cum to me which I was relishing a lot. With slurpy kisses and hot love bites , I took mom’s mounds into my mouth and started chewing her nipples.

Soon we heard sister getting up to go to washroom, I pulled the bedsheet over mom and covered her. As soon as sister went to wash room, mom left my room

Aunty, that was the beginning of many such hot encounters

I need to tell you the role of my papa here.

He knew something is wrong with me but he gave mom full freedom to handle my case as he got busy with Akki’s issue. He didn’t want to intervene with what mom was doing to me.

 


This transfer of papa’s cum and my cum to my mouth was going well and in fact I was curious why mom and papa wouldn’t call me to sleep in their room and papa after making sex with mom would directly release his hot cum in my mouth.

That was one crazy thought I got and mom scolded me playfully for getting such thoughts but she gave the actual reason. They don’t want to make my sister uncomfortable with me sleeping in their room. That would make her to think on similar lines and may insist she wants to sleep with parents as well. they don’t want a young girl to get such ideas, so they didn’t let me sleep with them

One day I came early from sch ool and papa was in his gym and sister was in sch ool

Mom gave me something to eat and asked me why I came early ?

I told mom, I got one crazy dream yesterday night and I wanted to share that with you, for some reason I thought I should not hold this back and I know you will like what I would tell you and wish its not a dream but reality.

Mom got curious and asked me to narrate my dream.

I started telling my dream to my loving mom

One day I was in bathroom getting ready for sch ool

I was naked and taking shower,  then I heard a knock on my door , it was mom and she told she needed to use the bathroom as other bathroom was being used by papa

I was shocked mom feels more comfortable to use my bathroom with me inside than using their bathroom with papa inside. This made me curious and I opened the door.

Mom came inside and sat on the commode making hissing sound which made me get hard on. Mom was looking at me while peeing and she even laughed at me and said “boy, why are you looking at mom like this, I sued to give you bath for several years, did you forget or what”, I simply laughed and said “no mom, I didn’t forget and in fact was wondering why did you stop giving bath to me”

That made mom horny it seems, she immediately got up from the commode, flushed it and dropped to her knees and pushed me against the shower's side wall. The water rained down on her, wetting her  hair and golden body, slipping down her face and over my cock. Mom took my prick in her hand, holding the base as she shook my floppy meat around, each swing adding stiffness to its length.

I met my mother's eyes as she stared up at me. She uttered a laughing breath right before taking my crown into her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine. My chest rose and fell; my abs did the same, and mom ran her other hand up to my stomach and over my chest, touching my body in ways a mother isn't supposed to touch her boy.

"Yeah," I moaned, "fuck yeah, Mom. You're--mmm--mouth is so fucking hot."

I placed my hands in her hair, holding her as she bobbed her head up and down on my dick. She licked all around my bell-end, her tongue swirling above and below it in a warm circle of wet flesh. She slid her mouth down my shaft and pushed her tongue past her lower lip to keep it swishing at my pole.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned. "God, you're fucking good at that."

"Good at what Abhi?" Mom asked, but with her mouth full, the words came out thick and sloppy and so fucking sexy. Soft, mwah, mwah, mwah sounds followed as she worked my third leg hard.

"You're a good fucking cocksucker," I whispered.

Mom gulp-laughed. She lowered her eyes and bobbed her head back and forth, fucking my dick with her mouth fast and quick. Each brush of her lips sent shivers up my back, while the billowing of her cheeks tightened my sack, and the quivering entrance of her throat cushioned my glans with wet softness.


I didn't want to come in my mother's mouth, but I could have. She was so fucking good at licking dick that my balls wanted to explode. There was something intense and decadent about looking into the eyes of the woman who birthed me while she gobbled down my fuck-meat--meat never meant for the women of my family: Mom, Akki
"Fuck," I growled, tightening my grip on my mother's hair.


I pulled my mother's head from my prick, keeping my grip on her hair as I slid behind her, never letting her get off her knees. Mom's saliva coated my cock, and water splashed against her back as I pushed her head downward, forcing her to her hands with her ass up and head down, her back arched, and her knees spread wide. Her sweet muff hung between her thighs in a soft, glazed hammock of pussy-curved flesh. I grabbed my cock around its base, held my steel-hard pole straight, and aimed my missile-shaped knob at my mother's puffy lips without bothering to warm her up. I didn't have to; she was as soft and slippery as warmed-up butter.



"Uhng," Mom grunted as my crown parted her pink walls. Her slippery clam parted with a tight friction even as her pussy juices added to the slipperiness of my spit-covered dick.


"Mom," I sighed. "Why do you get so wet for me?"



A throaty, unbelievable moan left my mother's mouth as my cock filled her twat.

Mom's pink walls swelled against my shaft, the pressure bringing pleasure to my throbbing rod. I pulled out and pushed in, her pussy lips chasing me as I banged my hips against my mother's firm ass, my sack slapping her clitty with each thrust.



"Fuck, baby," Mom whimpered. "Fuck it, baby. Fuck that pussy! Oh, fuck it good, Abhi!"


I pulled out of her grip and fucked back into her again, my cock stretching her insides, making room for its thickness. I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips, holding her in place as I fuck-pumped her cunny from behind. I stood on my right knee with my foot back while raising my left knee, planting my foot on the tub floor, and swivelling my hips so I could press my dick into my mother's muff as deeply as possible.

"Uh, uh, uh," Mom moaned with each deep, plunging pussy-stroke.

"Uh, fuck, oh--oh-oh-oh!"

"Fuck, that's a hot pussy, Mom," I moaned. "Godd, fuck, you're so hot between your legs."


"Mmm, fuck, ooh," she whimpered as I poked her cunny from different angles. "Get it, baby. Get that pussy good!"
I smacked my mother's ass cheek, her firm and meaty hills rippling. Her big tits bounced below her as the warm water crashed and exploded against our bodies. 

Her curves and softness thrilled me, and I watched her ass ripple with each thrust. The naughty, clapping sound of our bodies smacking together filled her bathroom with an echo that spurred my thrusting to new heights.


"You like this dick, Mom?" I asked, spanking her butt again, then again. "Do you love it when your son fucks you?"


"Oh, god, yes," Mom growled, expelling her breath from her lungs. 

"Oh fuck, baby, yeah, fuck Mommy. Fuck Mommy's pussy, Abhi." She moaned several times as I thrust harder. "Oh, it's your, baby. This pussy belongs to you!"

Her asshole winked at me. The little sunken divot of crinkled flesh was pink and clean, making me wonder if she had ever had it bleached. I laughed at my stupid thought and threw a firm fucking into the softness between my mother's thighs. A tingle shot through my glans, and a tight strain ran through my shaft. I squeezed the muscles in my tip as I fought off my need to come.

"Play with your pussy, Mom," I said, spanking her again, forcing a gasp from her lips. "Play with my fucking balls too."


"Oh, baby," Mom whispered. "So fucking naughty with your mother."
Not naughty enough.

I lifted my left hand to my mouth and drooled spit over my middle. Mom stroked my sack with her fingers, giving me a limb-shaking buzz. I moaned, tilted my chin down, and let a wad of spit fall onto my mother's asshole. Water washed over us, but it didn't matter; my spit stayed put. I lowered my middle finger and pressed it to my mother's silky back door.


"Uh, fuck," Mom groaned as my finger wiggled against the snug ring guarding her insides.


"Let me in that ass," I gasped, spanking Mom again and again.


"Uh, fuck," Mom grunted. "Fight it, baby." She grunted again as I applied more pressure to her anal ring. Even with the spit lubing my finger, Mom wasn't gonna give it up easily. "Fight your way--mmm--up Mommy's tight butt."


"Fuck."



But I did as my mother told me to do. I wiggled my fingertip against her rear end. Mom played with her pussy, whimpering, and slapping her clit, rubbing it, then slapping it again, only stopping to caress my balls. My entire body shivered, and the chill of intense pleasure buzzed across my scrotum. 

Fuck, but my nut was about to bust soon.
I grunted, closed my eyes, and twisted my finger against her asshole. Mom clenched her ring hard as I slowly--so fucking slowly--spread her pucker open. Mom whimpered when the tip entered her insides. She also stopped fighting me, and my finger slid up her snug butt to the last knuckle.


"Oh," Mom moan-gasped as my finger prodded her guts.
I felt my cock through the membrane between her anal cavity and cunny canal. Mom fell to her forearms, dropping her head between them with her fingers threaded for prayer.

"So fucking nasty," Mom whispered. "You fucking nasty--uh--nasty--uh--boy!"

I lost it, growling, and pounding my mother's juicy cunny hard while leaving my finger buried up her bum, the friction against my cock unreal as I rubbed my prick through her fascia tissue with my finger. God, my dick felt big.  

"Oh, fuck," I cried out. My body flushed red, and my balls tingled, the sensation starting at their center and staying there, then radiating outward before shooting up my sack and through my shaft to the tip. I came--unable to stop myself--my hips going into overdrive. As my balls emptied load after sticky load into her juicy hole, I continued to fuck my mother's pussy, gasping as my knob grew sensitive and tingled all over.




Mom whimpered throughout my orgasm, taking the hard fucking like a pro. When the last of my cum slid from my cock, I stayed hard within her, kept my finger in her ass, and reached around my right hand to play with the swollen pleasure-nub capping her pussy.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh--Abhi, baby, Abhi!" Mom howled as her cream flowed.
I could imagine what we looked like: Mom and son, locked together hip to ass with my finger up her butt and my cock deep within her twat, our hips turning in circles as she squirmed against me. Fuck, I never went soft, and when Mom came, she surprised me by sucking a small orgasm from my shaft that left me whimpering.
We cleaned up after regaining breath, towelled off, and dressed

That’s the dream I got mom !!!!

My mom got stunned hearing that !!!

Few surprises for mom



One, I became bold enough to get such wild dreams
Two, I became close enough with her to share this without any hesitation. Telling mom that her son fucked her in bathroom
Three, I could have that much strength to fuck any woman, forget about mom

With all these surprises, she gave me a wild kiss and she pulled down my shorts and took my entire cock and balls into her wide deep mouth and remained it like that for a minute and then she gulped my cum which I released in spurts in her deep throat and she took out my dick and balls from her mouth and gave me wild kisses licking and biting my lips.

Aunty, the way things are happening mom was happy and she wanted to accelerate my transformation, one day she invited Poonam aunty for dinner. That day papa and sister were not at home

After dinner we all settled in mom’s room. It’s a habit to sleep with mom whenever aunty comes as I would like to hear their slutty conversations. As if she doesn’t know already mom asked aunty “Poonam, who did your son Sameer become so much attached to you, I see that boy always with you whenever I come to your house. Can you explain how it happened ?”

Poonam aunty also knows mom was asking this to just to provoke me and instill some courage and boldness in me. I didn’t mind that at all

Aunty started telling.  But there was a different spin to the story which I was not aware of till then



Anitha, this started few years back when the relation between my husband and myself hit rock bottom low. First few years of wedding all couples are happy and them comes a phase when things become routine and the struggles in life and career take over interest in love and sex, and the arrival of kids in our lives would mean diluting our love towards our partner. Its along dry phase and one day my husband Suresh got a brilliant idea. He didn’t tell this to me initially

One day night he gave me some warm milk which I felt little odd in taste. I asked him what it is, he simply smiled. Like this he gave me that milk for 3 more days and after a week , started feeling heaviness in my boobs, it was exactly the same feeling when we were lactating after delivery. My husband took my heavy boob in his mouth and started sucking like a kid and slowly my breast milk started oozing out. I was shocked, how come I was lactating at that time, my husband’s smile gave me a hint that the special milk he gave me for four days is to produce my breast milk !!!




He added some artificial lactation simulation tablets in the milk. Later I googled and found its not harmful to take those tablets and the effect would last for a month. I was shocked but at the same time was happy that my husband found something to ignite spark in our rather dull sex life. I was in cloud nine and thanked him a lot. But this tablet cant be used for long as it will have long term side effects

Two days later, s around 3 pm, door bell rang, it was Sameer who came from sch ool, the way he was staring at my boobs made me realize later that my blouse got wet due to my nipples protruding and oozing some milk, that night Suresh didn’t suck my boobs as he was stuck in office calls and slept late. The way Sameer was looking at the wet patched on my blouse made me feel shy. His sharp eyes and a small movement in his shorts made me worry as a mother



Next day in early morning while I was sleeping, I found my “husband” who was next to me on bed, was pressing his head against my boob and I understood what he wants and without opening my eyes, I removed few hooks and pulled my right boob out of my blouse and put in my “husband’s” mouth. The sense of him sucking my nipple sent shiver across my body, it was such a great feeling to have this kind of romance , this would kick start the day on high note. After a 5 minutes of non stop attack on my right boob, sucking, licking , kissing and even biting,, I found a never seen earlier kind of feeling and I didn’t know it was my mischievous son Abhi who came and slept next to me to suck my boob as he was patches of milk on my blouse in last couple of days. How did I know it was Sameer ?

After 5 min, he left quietly and I opened my eyes to adjust my boobs in my blouse , then saw my husband coming from bathroom. I asked him when I went to bathroom, he told 10 min back and that made my body shiver in vibration. It was such a great feeling to give my milk to my son after so many years but worst part is I didn’t know it was my son who was milking me !!! never the less I felt happy

Next day around 4 PM, I went to nearby shop and while coming home, rain started. Since my house was not very far away, I didn’t stop anywhere and came home, fully drenched in the rain

As I stepped across the threshold of my home, I took a moment to look at myself. Through my completely soaked saree and blouse, my voluptuous breasts were clearly visible—crowned by large, dark coffee-colored nipples that stood out nearly an inch in prominence. My nipples were erect and rigid, aroused by the sharp looks of my son yesterday—words describing the unique pleasure a mother derives from sleeping with my son. Clad in my wet saree, I appeared almost completely naked.

I rang the door bell

Sameer appeared to be occupied with some task inside. "Ah... coming... coming! Who is it?" he called out as he entered the hall. He stopped at the threshold, his face lighting up with sheer delight like that of a beaming child, as he beheld me standing there—drenched to the bone by the rain, my body clinging wetly to my frame, leaving me appearing nearly three-quarters naked. "Who is it? Mom? Come in, come in! Oh my, you’re completely soaked!" he exclaimed, welcoming me inside. 

Yet, even as he spoke, his eyes widened in a lecherous stare; he gazed intently at my voluptuous breasts—clearly visible beneath my wet saree and blouse—and the broad expanse of my dark nipples, his gaze virtually banging me on the spot. Fully aware that, given my current predicament, any attempt to conceal my modesty would be a futile exercise, I made no effort to hide my exposed feminine charms as I began to speak with my son Sameer.

"Oh my... you’re completely drenched mom! Wait, let me get you a towel so you can dry off. If you stay like that, you’ll surely catch a cold," Sameer said, stepping inside to fetch a fresh towel which he then handed to me. "It’s raining heavily... the spray is drifting right into the house, soaking everything. Wait—if I close the door, the rain won't blow in," he added, brushing past me as he went to shut the front door.



I began drying my hair with the towel, yet I was acutely aware that as I raised my arms to do so, my breasts—visible through my soaked, thin blouse and the even thinner bra beneath it—would be exposed to Sameer’s gaze in a state of near-nudity. However, given my current predicament, I also knew I had no other choice. 

More over I was now aroused by the things my husband has been doing lately.  My mind had reached a compromise: from now on, if a boy like my son were to lay his hands on me, I would simply have to stop resisting, surrender my body, and let myself be taken. Consequently, a sense of reckless abandon washed over me; adopting an attitude of "come what may," I stood right there in our doorway, drying my hair with the towel he had given me, while stealing sidelong glances to observe his every move.

As I raised my arms to wipe my head, my full, voluptuous breasts—and the inch-wide expanse of dark, coffee-colored cleavage between them, along with my nipples—stood out vividly through my wet blouse. Sameer gazed with ravenous desire, his eyes fixed not only on my breasts but also on my rain-soaked saree pallu; clinging tightly to my body, the wet fabric revealed my bare midriff—uncovered from just beneath my blouse down to below my navel—and the deep indentation of my belly button. 

Watching my son gulp in speechless awe at the sight of his mother’s voluptuous figure—still so vibrant and alluring even at my age—a strange sense of pride welled up within me. A mischievous thought took root in my mind: I wanted to provoke my son even further—to drive him absolutely wild with desire. However, deciding it would be prudent to first ascertain exactly who else was present in the house before making my next move...

I leaned forward slightly, continuing to wipe the back of my neck and shoulders with my towel, and asked, "Is Priya not at home?"

Sameer, entranced and intoxicated by the sight of my naked beauty, stammered, "Ah... Priya? No, she isn't here mom! She went to Akki’s house straight from sch ool," he said haltingly.

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Mind blowing bro
In the stage where abhi was ill and his beautiful mother feed him her pussy nectar mix with her husband's potent cock yoghurt then suck him off and feed his own cum to make her baby boy healthy and also there is the idea of him sleeping with his parents so daddy can feed him directly.
The idea is since abhi is weak and needs extra protein for his health and there is his gym freak hunky father who also wants his baby boy get stronger and mommy is doing whatever she needs to do for her boy.
If daddy feed him from both ends and mommy helps them it would be more raunchy fuckfest, loving hunky daddy bear loving caring mothering milf mommy and their baby boy who needs his parents extra care.
It's just an idea

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I, sensing the reason behind Sameer’s flustered state, smiled inwardly. "So, that means you’re all alone at home," I remarked; as I wiped my head and shoulders with the towel dbangd over me, the towel brushed against me—causing the wet pallu of my saree to slide completely off my shoulder and fall to the floor. Judging that there was no point in panicking or creating an unnecessary commotion in the current situation, I pretended not to notice that my pallu had slipped; I simply continued wiping my hair with the towel and leaned forward a little further.

As I leaned even further forward, my breasts hung down, and through my wet blouse—revealing a deep cleavage between them—they appeared nearly three-quarters naked to Sameer’s eyes. Gazing at my breasts—which, despite me being past forty, still possessed the smooth luster and vibrant vitality of my twenties—Sameer was driven mad with desire. 

As I stood there—appearing nearly three-quarters naked in my wet saree—the glistening radiance of my body alone was enough to make Sameer’s member stiffen inside his shorts, throbbing with an intense yearning to bury itself deep within the folds of my womanhood. As if adding fuel to the fire, the *pallu* of my saree—which had offered the barest hint of modesty—slipped down; and as if that weren't enough, I leaned even further forward.


Through the plunging neckline of my blouse, my breasts—nipples and all—were laid bare, offering a visual feast to Sameer’s eyes. His mouth went dry, and he stood frozen in place like a statue. Convinced that I had revealed everything I intended to show him, I suddenly seemed to notice—as if for the very first time—that the *pallu* meant to cover my bosom had slipped away. Blushing crimson with feigned modesty, I dbangd the *pallu* back over my shoulder; then, shivering from the chill of my wet saree, I let out a soft, trembling gasp—"Sss... ah..." Snapped out of the trance into which my naked beauty had plunged him, and returning to the reality of the moment, Sameer spoke up:

"Oh my... oh dear mom... You can't stay in that wet saree for so long! Wait right here... I'll go to the wardrobe and fetch you a dry saree" With those words, Sameer headed into our bedroom. Despite my repeated and emphatic protests, he paid me no heed; instead, he fetched a saree—complete with a blouse and petticoat and placed it in my hands. Leading me toward the bathroom, he instructed me, "Go inside, take off those wet clothes, and then proceed to the bedroom to dbang this dry saree." With that, he gently but firmly ushered me into their bathroom.

Doing exactly as my son had instructed, I removed my wet clothes inside the bathroom. I wrapped the towel I held around my waist—adjusting its upper edge to cover my breasts, though it did not quite reach my shoulders—and, taking slow, tentative steps, I made my way out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom.



I was not aware then that my son was peeping into the bathroom through the bathroom door which was not fully closed by me

The towel, which failed to fully conceal my body, reached only as far down as my thighs—so high, in fact, that as I moved my legs to walk, the lower edges of the towel parted just enough to reveal the delicate petals of my womanhood beneath? The towel, tied high up just beneath my armpits, proved insufficient to fully conceal my breasts—voluptuous and glistening with flesh at a size 38"—leaving three-quarters of them exposed as I stepped out of the bathroom. Upon beholding this vision of me,

Sameer stood dumbfounded; though he felt an intense urge to act, he remained motionless and wide-eyed—paralyzed by his inability to figure out what to do, how to do it, or where to begin. Meanwhile, I, deliberately displaying every curve of my body for his gaze, slowly made my way into our bedroom. Just as I crossed the threshold, I turned completely around, allowing Sameer to feast his eyes—to his utter delight and arousal—upon my entirely naked back and buttocks, and indeed, the entirety of my exposed rear profile; having thus captivated him, I stepped inside, closed the bedroom door, and latched it shut.

Upon entering the room, I was initially surprised to see the clothes, that he had given me to wear. Yet, I couldn't help but think, "It's alright; Sameer is quite the connoisseur." The reason for this realization was that Sameer had handed me a sheer red Nylon saree, a blouse even more transparent than the saree itself, and a petticoat just as sheer as the blouse.

Gazing at those clothes, I mused: *If I looked so naked in that wet white saree, it is absolutely certain that I will appear even more naked in this red saree and blouse



I quickly dbangd the saree in a style I knew would accentuate my sex appeal. I then glanced at my reflection in the full-length mirror attached to the nearby wardrobe—and was left utterly speechless. For, despite wearing the clothes Sameer had given her, it truly felt as though i was wearing nothing at all. Through my clothes—or rather, the lack thereof—my breasts, complete with their nipples, were visible in their nakedness; so too was my belly, with its deep navel, and my lower abdomen. 

My thighs—resembling sturdy tree trunks—were on display, and right where those two thighs met, barely visible yet undeniably present, lay my pubic mound; ten days prior I had shaved it smooth, and now, amidst the tiny sprouts of newly grown hair, it peeked out. As I gazed at my reflection in the full-length mirror, a sudden thrill coursed through my body.

"If I look like this even with this dishevelled hair and greasy face... just imagine what a vision I’ll be once I’m fully made up! You won’t know what hit you, Sameer," I mused. I picked up the comb lying beside the mirror, tidied my hair, applied powder to my face, and carefully placed a *bindi* on my forehead. Adorned and ready—much like the Goddess Rati awaiting the arrival of Lord Manmadha—I turned to the mirror to gaze upon my reflection once more.

This time, not only did another thrill shoot through my body, but as i beheld my reflection—appearing nearly three-quarters naked—an unexpected tingling sensation arose in my thighs, and my mind drifted into a state of blissful intoxication. With that, a thought took shape in my mind: "Oh, Sameer... today is your lucky day. Tonight, in the embrace of this mom—who now shines like the very embodiment of Goddess Rati—you are destined to experience a pleasure unlike any you have ever known in your entire life. Had this rain not come, this stroke of good fortune would never have been yours." "If your luck is truly that strong, how could I possibly escape it? Look—here I come... Just as you envisioned when you gave me this saree and blouse—just as you desired—I am coming to captivate you, to mesmerize you, and to intoxicate you with passion." Thinking these thoughts to myself, I opened the door to my bedroom and stepped out.

The moment he heard the sound of me opening my bedroom door—having been waiting eagerly for my arrival—Sameer, who had been seated on the sofa, sprang to his feet in a single swift motion. With eyes wide in astonishment, he gazed at my physical beauty with a look of intense desire—as if he were devouring me with his eyes—and exclaimed, "Magnificent! Even the beauty of Rati Devi herself pales in comparison to yours mom. The man who wins the privilege of your intimacy is truly blessed; his life is fulfilled. Papa is so lucky" As he spoke, his eyes continued to feast upon my alluring form.




Its then I saw my daughter Priya in another corner of the living room, in her sch ool uniform. When did she come ? I was shocked to see her there and the way my dress was and the way my son Sameer was approaching me, made me lower my head in shame in front of my daughter

The sheer impact that my beauty—which, despite my clothing, appeared as utterly naked and exposed as if i wore nothing at all—had upon Sameer was attested to by his own manhood: fully erect between his thighs, rising like a tent beneath his clothes.
I was caught between the desires of my son provoked by my actions and the disdainful looks on my daughter’s face. As a mom, I am answerable to both the kids, but the raising temperature inside me made me tilt towards my son first, I can convince my little daughter later.

 

So the shame of being watched by my young daughter is overtaken by the sheer desire ignited by fully erect cock of my son

Although Sameer made no great effort to conceal his visibly engorged member, Sameer—seeking instead to hide his face, which had flushed crimson with embarrassment—stammered out, "Oh mom... I made some coffee earlier because I was worried you might catch a chill after being in those wet clothes. Drinking something hot should help ward off the cold a little," and with that, he retreated into the kitchen to fetch the coffee.

There was pindrop silence between me and my daughter who took out her books to do home work

The fact that my son was doing all this right in front of his sister made his intentions clear, that he was ok his little sister to see all this romance and rather he wanted her also to participate sooner than later

Sameer came with hot coffee, after savouring the hot tasty coffee I wanted to dry my wet clothes, Sameer told me how to do it , I  followed his instructions—fastening the edges of my saree to the hooks and tying the loose end to the window grille behind the sofa. Suddenly, like a whirlwind, Sameer rushed in, wrapped his arms around me from behind, slid his hands beneath my to cup my breasts, and began kneading them passionately. Planting kisses on the nape of my neck and my back, he murmured, "mom... ah... how incredibly beautiful you are! I haven't been able to hold myself back for quite some time now..." As he spoke, he tightened his embrace, pressing me fiercely against his body.

Although I had anticipated that something like this might happen at some point, I certainly hadn't expected Sameer to make his move while I was in such a vulnerable position—kneeling on the sofa with both arms raised, tying my saree pallu to the window bars, and utterly unable to defend myself. As Sameer clung to my body, passionately kneading my breasts with both hands and planting kisses on my neck—my ultimate weak spot—he pressed me even tighter against him.

With so much happening in the living room, the little girl was watching us rather curiously instead of going to her room. This itself shows the transformation happening inside her young body and vulnerable mind

We both completely ignored her presence and we were in our own world

A sudden shiver ran through my body; startled, she cried out, "Sameer! Hey! Let go of me! Sameer... please, let me go!" I began struggling desperately to break free from his grasp.

"Mom... last few day.. your presence in the home and your beauty drove me mad. Just this once... please... just this once... don't turn me away." "Please..." Sameer murmured, passionately kneading my breasts.



"Let go, Sameer... Please... let me go! I am your mom! This is wrong... what you are doing is wrong!" I pleaded, struggling to break free from Sameer's grasp. As he continued to knead my breasts with intense lust, I cried out, "Oh... please, Sameer! I am your mother ! It is wrong for you to harbor such desires for someone like me. Please... let me go! Let me go! Your little sister is watching us.. please" I squirmed and thrashed about, trying to free myself; I lowered the leg I had propped on the sofa, attempting to escape, but found myself trapped—my saree was dbangd tightly across my body, leaving me with nowhere to run. With no other avenue left, I found myself slowly retreating backward, taking hesitant steps toward Sameer's room.

Responding to my protests, Sameer countered, "That is exactly what I'm saying, mom! Precisely *because* you are a married woman, if we were to be intimate just this once, there would be no fear of an unwanted pregnancy. And precisely *because* you are another man's wife, I crave you so intensely—I want to experience the unique thrill and pleasure of thrusting my cock into a pussy that has already been thoroughly broken in. Furthermore, no one would ever believe that you are a mother of two; that is precisely why I am so utterly captivated by you."

As he spoke, Sameer showered kisses upon my neck, the nape of my neck, and my shoulders, all the while continuing to knead my breasts with unbridled lust. My neck, shoulders, the nape of my neck, and my breasts—all were erogenous zones for me, parts of my body that were exquisitely sensitive to sexual touch. Although I kept protesting aloud—whispering, "No... don't... please don't!"—I knew deep down that I was inevitably going to surrender to Sameer. I was also well aware that the more a woman resists—crying out "No, no!"—the more a man's desire intensifies, driving him into a frenzy of passion. And the curiosity of his little sister watching us made him even more bolder. Me too



Moreover—whether he did it consciously or instinctively—as Sameer planted kisses on my neck, the nape of my neck, and my shoulders, and as he kneaded my breasts with raw, hungry intensity, a tingling numbness began to spread through my thighs. My pussy grew wet, the juices flowing like a flood. I was consumed by a feverish impatience: I yearned for Sameer to hurry up, to throw me onto the bed, to pin me beneath him, and—after rubbing his manhood against my buttocks like a sweet potato—to thrust it deep inside me, to grind against my pussy, and to let me finally revel in the pleasure of his vigorous fucking. Yet, despite my eagerness—or perhaps precisely because of it—I continued to squirm and struggle in Sameer's arms, feigning reluctance; I wanted *him* to be the one to force my submission, to overpower me, and to take me against my feigned will.

Amidst our playful struggle, the two of us found ourselves right at the threshold of Sameer's room. In the midst of their struggle, as the *pallu* of my saree became entangled in Sameer’s hands, he began tugging at it. I, in turn, gripped the portion of the saree covering my bosom with both hands to keep it in place. However, with the *pallu* no longer shielding my chest, my breasts—visible through my thin blouse—appeared almost naked. As i leaned forward to hold onto the *pallu* with both hands, my deep cleavage was exposed; my nipples, already erect from the heat of desire, silently proclaimed just how aroused I had become.

From the hem of my blouse down to the saree dbangd two hand-spans below my navel, my smooth belly and deep navel lay completely bare and unshielded. Through the thin saree and petticoat—which felt almost non-existent on my body—the beauty of my thighs, smooth and shapely like banana stems, was revealed. And there, where my thighs met, lay my cunt, covered in a delicate layer of fine downy hair. By now, juices of lust were already oozing from my cunt, wetting the space between my thighs; this moisture clung to my already thin petticoat and even began to dampen the folds of my saree. As Sameer  gazed upon that region between my thighs—now glistening and wet—he realized that although my cunt was dripping with desire, I was either holding back out of fear or simply playing hard to get. Sameer suddenly let go of the end of my saree, which he had been gripping and pulling with great force.

As Sameer abruptly released the saree, I—who had been straining hard to pull it back—suddenly stumbled backward and fell onto the bed situated behind me. Seizing the very opportunity he had been waiting for, Sameer pounced upon me like a lion; throwing himself full-length upon me, he began to maul me with savage intensity.

Momentarily startled and thrown into confusion by my sudden fall, I had barely grasped what was happening when Sameer landed upon me and began his assault.  
As I stumbled backward, I was thrown into a mix of panic and confusion; before I could even grasp what was happening, Sameer fell upon me and began to press his body against mine. Realizing instantly that there was no escape from Sameer's grasp, I decided to slowly give in—though I put up a token resistance, feigning as if Sameer were forcibly overpowering me. "What is this, Sameer? Let go! Stop it! You shouldn't be doing this!" I cried out, struggling within his embrace.



Pressing his erect member against my mound—while pinning my thighs with his, me legs with his, and my hands with his—Sameer attempted to shower my face with kisses. "Just this once, mom... agree to it just this one time. If you agree now, I promise I’ll never bother you again. Don't say no this time... please... please... agree, mom... please... please..." he pleaded, continuing his attempts to kiss my face. I kept turning my face from side to side, trying to prevent Sameer from planting kisses upon it. Yet, as he lay full-length upon me—pressing his thighs firmly against mine, attempting to rub his erect manhood against my mound, and striving all the while to kiss my face—and as my breasts were being powerfully crushed and subjected to intense friction beneath his chest, I found it incredibly difficult to suppress my rising desire. However, I was not quite ready to surrender to Sameer so quickly. Thus, feigning a struggle for a little while longer, I slowly began to adjust my body, positioning myself to yield more comfortably beneath the weight of his frame.

Meanwhile, even as I continued to struggle—or pretend to struggle—within his grasp, Sameer untied the shorts knot around his waist and let it fall to the floor. He then stripped off the shirt from his torso and cast that aside as well. Now completely naked, Sameer lay fully upon me, pressing his body against mine with crushing intensity.

Still feigning resistance, I parted my thighs. With that movement, Sameer’s erect member—pressing through the layers of my already thin saree and petticoat—settled warmly and firmly between my tender lips. Exhausted from struggling for quite some time, I paused for a moment—as if to catch my breath—sighed deeply, filling my lungs with air, and looked into Sameer's eyes with an expression of utter helplessness.



Seizing this perfect opportunity, Sameer locked his lips with mine; lifting his hips slightly, he hiked up her saree—along with my petticoat—to my waist. He then placed both his hands upon my breasts, cupping them firmly, and began to knead them with intense passion. Moaning "Mmm... mmm..." and struggling wildly, I pounded four sharp blows onto Sameer's back. She locked my legs tightly around his waist and, using my heels, began thumping rhythmically against his buttocks—*thud, thud*—while shouting, "Let go! I said let go of me, didn't I?" As she kicked and punched at him in a frantic commotion, the very act of locking my legs around his waist to kick him caused my thighs to spread wide open; in doing so, she inadvertently splayed myself open, effectively presenting my womanhood to Sameer.

The moment I thus spread my legs wide—as if offering my pussy to him and silently daring him to "take me"—Sameer seized the opportunity completely. Lifting his hips, he reached his hand into the space between our bodies, grasped his erect cock, and guided its tip into the folds of I my parted labia. Then, with a single, powerful thrust, he drove his cock deep and forcefully into the depths of my womanhood.



As my labial folds bunched up and his masculinity tore its way deep inside my—piercing through my very core with a sharp, searing sensation—I gasped, "Ahh... Sameer... what have you done?" Instantly, she wrapped both arms tightly around him in a fierce embrace, while tightening my legs—still locked around his waist—even more firmly... I clamped my thighs tightly around Sameer's waist, holding him in an unyielding, vice-like grip that rendered him immobile.

I held onto Sameer so tightly—with such an unyielding grip—that he couldn't budge even an inch. Seizing the opportunity, he thrust his erect member deep into my pussy; yet, fearing what the immediate aftermath and consequences might be, he struggled to lift his gaze and look into my face.

When Sameer finally looked at me, he saw that I  was holding him in a tight embrace, my eyes closed. As Sameer remained motionless within my tight grip—neither moving nor stirring—I  grew suspicious and slowly opened my eyes.

Upon opening my eyes, I saw Sameer looking at my face with evident anxiety. Meeting his gaze directly, I asked with a playful pout, "I kept saying 'no... no'... and *this* is what you do?" At that moment, the courage that had been slipping away from Sameer suddenly surged back. With renewed confidence, he smiled gently and asked, "Does one find a golden beauty like you mom just whenever one pleases?" Cupping my face in both his hands, Sameer leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

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