07-04-2020, 07:19 AM
When Mr. Misra awoke the next morning he slowly opened his eyes and turned towards Jyoti. She was wide awake, staring at him. He thought back to his witnessing Disha's masturbating and instantly got hard. Kicking the cover off, Mr. Misra grabbed Jyoti's head and shoved it to his crotch. She obediently opened her mouth and began sucking his cock, not stopping until he exploded into her mouth and she swallowed the hot, slimy liquid.
Jyoti showered and went downstairs to make tea for Mr. Misra. She felt uncomfortable standing in the kitchen in a nighty without underwear on, but Mr. Misra had directed her dressing and insisted. She impatiently watched the tea boiling in the pot, wishing for it to speed up. She was so consumed with the coffee pot that she didn't hear the soft steps made by feet clad in sneakers. Jyoti literally shrieked when she felt a hand on her ass. She spun around to see her son smiling.
"Aarav, what are you doing?" Jyoti said in a loud whisper.
The boy was stunned. His mother had come to him the night before and they had great sex. He thought she was playing a game he didn't understand and decided to play along. Aarav moved forward, causing Jyoti to back up until she was against the counter. He then pressed his lips to hers and thrust his hand under her dress in one motion. Jyoti felt her son's tongue forcing its way into her mouth and his finger into her pussy.
Jyoti became hysterical, pushing and clawing at her son. Her venomous assault was finally too much for the confused boy so Aarav backed away. Just then the telephone rang. Jyoti ran to answer the phone, but didn't have time to even say "hello." Her eyes darted around the room when she heard Mr. Misra' voice and what he was telling her. He had obviously seen her and Aarav's struggle in the kitchen so she guessed correctly that he had cameras throughout the house.
"No I can't," Jyoti whimpered.
"You will or else I'll invite your son up here to watch videos."
There was silence on both ends of the telephone line and then Jyoti softly stated that she understood. Without further words, Jyoti hung up.
"Who was that?" Aarav asked.
"Huh? Oh, never mind. It's not important."
"Mom, I'm sorry. I guess I don't understand. After last night... well, I thought..."
Aarav's voice faded. He was not sure what was happening, was last night a dream. Meanwhile, Jyoti’s eyes once again searched the room, knowing she and her son were being watched by Mr. Misra. He had called her on his cell phone and was very clear about what he expected.
"Aarav, it's my fault. I don't know what got into me last night, but I can see I caused a problem. Let me take care of it for you."
Aarav still didn't understand his mother's strange behavior, and actually took a step backwards when Jyoti moved towards him. He was about to say something when Jyoti pressed her lips to his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Aarav immediately responded, using his own tongue to push hers back into her mouth. He began a passionate kiss, but suddenly stopped and pulled his head away. Aarav looked down when he felt his mother's hand rubbing his cock.
"Mom...?"
"Shhh, darling, let Mommy take care of your problem."
Aarav didn't know that Jyoti was acting on Mr. Misra' orders. The stunned boy was silent, standing in the kitchen, while his mother's hands unbuckled his belt and then opened his pants. Soon his clothes were pushed to his ankles and his hard cock pointed at his mother. Jyoti's hand wrapped around her son's cock and gently wanked him. Aarav let out a sigh and grabbed the table for support.
Jyoti dropped to her knees and looked around the room one last time. She didn't see the cameras but knew they were there. She turned back to her son's cock and admired its size, then stuffed it into her mouth. Jyoti held the dick between her lips and flicked her tongue all around it. Aarav moaned his approval. Then Jyoti began moving her head, dragging her lips along the shaft, from time to time stopping to suck on the fat head. Aarav continued to lean on the table, but his other hand rested on the top of his mother's head feeling it move back and forth.
"Oh, Mom..." Aarav gasped.
Jyoti stopped moving when she felt her son's hips jerk, and then began swallowing his sperm. Aarav's fingers clutched her hair, pulling it so that
Jyoti felt a slight pain in her scalp, but she didn't pull away. Her instructions were clear. Jyoti was to swallow all of her son's sperm, and that's just what she did.
Only when Aarav stopped cumming did she back away and stand up.
When Aarav came around he suddenly felt embarrassed standing before his mother in the kitchen with his saliva-coated cock hanging between his legs. He quickly stooped and grabbed his clothes, yanking his pants and underwear up in one motion. Aarav blurted out that he had to meet a friend and almost ran out of the house.
Jyoti stood in the kitchen with the taste of her son's sperm lingering in her mouth. The tension she felt triggered tears to flow down her cheeks. She turned in a daze and noticed the chai was boiling and ready to flow out of the pot. Jyoti carried the tea to the bedroom, to Mr. Misra, all the while sniffling and weeping.
"What are you crying about?" Mr. Misra asked when Jyoti entered the bedroom.
"You're ruining my life."
"If anyone ruined your life it's your husband. Don't blame me."
"You really believe that, don't you?" Jyoti asked incredulously.
"Yeah, don't you?"
Jyoti thought about it for a moment and, in a way, it was Ajay's fault. If it hadn't been for his shortcomings none of this would have happened. But Mr. Misra was to blame too. He didn't have to make her do all those perverted things. He was a monster. But Jyoti knew it was useless to argue. She served Mr. Misra his tea and sat in a chair, silently watching him drink. To her he looked like a king knowing his lowly servant was at his beck 'n call.
Jyoti showered and went downstairs to make tea for Mr. Misra. She felt uncomfortable standing in the kitchen in a nighty without underwear on, but Mr. Misra had directed her dressing and insisted. She impatiently watched the tea boiling in the pot, wishing for it to speed up. She was so consumed with the coffee pot that she didn't hear the soft steps made by feet clad in sneakers. Jyoti literally shrieked when she felt a hand on her ass. She spun around to see her son smiling.
"Aarav, what are you doing?" Jyoti said in a loud whisper.
The boy was stunned. His mother had come to him the night before and they had great sex. He thought she was playing a game he didn't understand and decided to play along. Aarav moved forward, causing Jyoti to back up until she was against the counter. He then pressed his lips to hers and thrust his hand under her dress in one motion. Jyoti felt her son's tongue forcing its way into her mouth and his finger into her pussy.
Jyoti became hysterical, pushing and clawing at her son. Her venomous assault was finally too much for the confused boy so Aarav backed away. Just then the telephone rang. Jyoti ran to answer the phone, but didn't have time to even say "hello." Her eyes darted around the room when she heard Mr. Misra' voice and what he was telling her. He had obviously seen her and Aarav's struggle in the kitchen so she guessed correctly that he had cameras throughout the house.
"No I can't," Jyoti whimpered.
"You will or else I'll invite your son up here to watch videos."
There was silence on both ends of the telephone line and then Jyoti softly stated that she understood. Without further words, Jyoti hung up.
"Who was that?" Aarav asked.
"Huh? Oh, never mind. It's not important."
"Mom, I'm sorry. I guess I don't understand. After last night... well, I thought..."
Aarav's voice faded. He was not sure what was happening, was last night a dream. Meanwhile, Jyoti’s eyes once again searched the room, knowing she and her son were being watched by Mr. Misra. He had called her on his cell phone and was very clear about what he expected.
"Aarav, it's my fault. I don't know what got into me last night, but I can see I caused a problem. Let me take care of it for you."
Aarav still didn't understand his mother's strange behavior, and actually took a step backwards when Jyoti moved towards him. He was about to say something when Jyoti pressed her lips to his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Aarav immediately responded, using his own tongue to push hers back into her mouth. He began a passionate kiss, but suddenly stopped and pulled his head away. Aarav looked down when he felt his mother's hand rubbing his cock.
"Mom...?"
"Shhh, darling, let Mommy take care of your problem."
Aarav didn't know that Jyoti was acting on Mr. Misra' orders. The stunned boy was silent, standing in the kitchen, while his mother's hands unbuckled his belt and then opened his pants. Soon his clothes were pushed to his ankles and his hard cock pointed at his mother. Jyoti's hand wrapped around her son's cock and gently wanked him. Aarav let out a sigh and grabbed the table for support.
Jyoti dropped to her knees and looked around the room one last time. She didn't see the cameras but knew they were there. She turned back to her son's cock and admired its size, then stuffed it into her mouth. Jyoti held the dick between her lips and flicked her tongue all around it. Aarav moaned his approval. Then Jyoti began moving her head, dragging her lips along the shaft, from time to time stopping to suck on the fat head. Aarav continued to lean on the table, but his other hand rested on the top of his mother's head feeling it move back and forth.
"Oh, Mom..." Aarav gasped.
Jyoti stopped moving when she felt her son's hips jerk, and then began swallowing his sperm. Aarav's fingers clutched her hair, pulling it so that
Jyoti felt a slight pain in her scalp, but she didn't pull away. Her instructions were clear. Jyoti was to swallow all of her son's sperm, and that's just what she did.
Only when Aarav stopped cumming did she back away and stand up.
When Aarav came around he suddenly felt embarrassed standing before his mother in the kitchen with his saliva-coated cock hanging between his legs. He quickly stooped and grabbed his clothes, yanking his pants and underwear up in one motion. Aarav blurted out that he had to meet a friend and almost ran out of the house.
Jyoti stood in the kitchen with the taste of her son's sperm lingering in her mouth. The tension she felt triggered tears to flow down her cheeks. She turned in a daze and noticed the chai was boiling and ready to flow out of the pot. Jyoti carried the tea to the bedroom, to Mr. Misra, all the while sniffling and weeping.
"What are you crying about?" Mr. Misra asked when Jyoti entered the bedroom.
"You're ruining my life."
"If anyone ruined your life it's your husband. Don't blame me."
"You really believe that, don't you?" Jyoti asked incredulously.
"Yeah, don't you?"
Jyoti thought about it for a moment and, in a way, it was Ajay's fault. If it hadn't been for his shortcomings none of this would have happened. But Mr. Misra was to blame too. He didn't have to make her do all those perverted things. He was a monster. But Jyoti knew it was useless to argue. She served Mr. Misra his tea and sat in a chair, silently watching him drink. To her he looked like a king knowing his lowly servant was at his beck 'n call.
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