Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

With one hand she found the leg of a writing table while her other hand continued to be on her daughter-in-law's head, urging her on, making sure she missed no beat. As she strained, she pulled the table with a force that the moved the furniture with a loud scbanging noise. The lamp on the desktop crashed to the floor, but Thakurain's thrashing had only begun. Neither woman could be bothered with the noises or the consequences of what they were doing or attracting. Thakurain's large fleshy thighs were quivering and she was banging them together on the sides of Binita's head. The hand pulled the table as close as it could be pulled and she wound her hand around the angles of the furniture to grip it ever tighter as she humped.

"Hnnnnnnnnhh!" she grunted as her clit exploded.

"Binitaaaaaaah! Haaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaah! Haieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Beti!" she babbled.

Pritam could not believe his ears. It was his mother and in there was his wife too. His cock throbbed as in his mind he pictured his wife pleasuring his mom. But he knew nothing of how one woman could meet another woman's sexual needs. Yes, there was something in the porn movies he watched and yes, it turned him on. But anatomically it still seemed impossibility that two women could satiate one another. And then this? His mother? With his wife? It was insane.

Pritam was brought back to the present by the sounds of the thumping of Thakurain's buttocks as they slapped against the floor.

The waves rose to a crescendo that touched a new peak and then broke and washed over the woman's body. The orgasm was upon her coursing through every single cell in her body; the straining and thrusting had successfully pushed her over the brink. That brink was difficult for her to breach because her entire prior sexual experience had hovered along that boundary, with no assistance to make the breach. But Binita's ceaseless, merciless, tonguing, the fingers massaging her cunt walls, and in the back of Thakurain's mind her realization that this was what Thakur had initiated Binita into, took her over the cliff.

Once the peak was crossed, the waves cascaded down. Her throated opened as she screamed her release. A hot flush hit her breasts as her nipples seemed to catch fire. Her stomach convulsed and the thighs fluttered. Her insides opened up. She poured out, thick viscous releases flooding Binita's lips and chin and onto the floor below. Her whole body shook and shuddered and her breasts demanded to be held. Her jaw hung open and spittle drooled out one end of her mouth.

She was not in control of any of her bodily responses as she felt her entire being give way; there was only one event at that time, her sexual release. And her body was one single entity; her breasts, her pussy, her clit, her womb, her spine, her brain, her nipples were all compressed into one tiny point which became a single blubbering mass of convulsing flesh. It was this loss of her bodily control that caused her to fart loudly which made Binita quickly came up for air.

Binita's fingers replaced her tongue as they stroked the clit and rode down to the recesses of Thakurain's cunt and cavernous womb. As the fingers emerged they brought out the fluids which then smeared the clit, providing the lubrication that allowed Binita to manipulate, maul and manhandle that sliver of flesh without hurting her new-found lover. And so back and forth went Binita's hand from clit to womb and womb to clit, squeezing out every frisson of pleasure her mother-in-law deserved.

Thakurain clutched Binita as her body responded to the sliding and slipping finger treatment, the jerking and convulsing continuing for a long time. As she poured, so did her tears. She wept, she laughed and it was a joyous celebration of her release. Those fluids washed away a lifetime of sexual neglect and Thakurain felt a thrill as every part of her body vibrated and hummed with the effects of her orgasm.

She clutched Binita tightly, stroking her body, thanking the younger woman for helping her discover her own sexuality. Thakurain herself shuddered and quivered in spasms as the orgasm levered down to smaller and smaller waves. The waves melded into one long humming of every cell in her body. She now felt liberated and released from the constraints of her physical body. She slumped, completely spent but very alive.

Binita threw one leg over Thakurain, her hands still firmly plunged into the other woman's pussy. Their breasts touched as both women clung to each other. Binita snuggled down into her mother-in-law's bosom, strangely calmed by the other woman's release; as if it were her own orgasm.

Thakurain caressed her head and let the hand go down in a long downward sweeping stroke, on the nape of her neck, down Binita's seductive broad expansive back and down to her asscheeks, kneading them. And back up again all the way.