My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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My chirpy mom went to open the door and found Vicky standing at the entrance, as expected. He complimented (my guess) and they laughed after mom said thanks. 

 

He was using the words Jaanu, Darling, jaaneman very frequenly and was not averse to his choice of words. They stood near the entrance for some time, I could not see them directly but hear them clearly.

 

“Vicky us din ke liye thanks” (thanks for the other day)

 

“phir sookha thanks” he said (again dry thanks)

 

“Geela kaise karoon” (how to make it wet) she asked.

 

“Bata doonga – for starters start calling me jaanu, jaaneman, darling”

 

She laughed and said “anything else darling”

 

Vicky said “2nd part – remove the Chunni – don’t hide your assets – I have come for inspection – you know” 

 

She said “oye”

 

“toh jaaun” he said (should I go)

 

“Ok jaanu” she surrendered and put her chunni on one of the chairs nearby.

 

“That’s like my sexy jaanu” he said with a lot of emphasis on my and sexy

 

Mom didn’t say anything but smiled.  She thought it was moving much faster than she anticipated or much further than she bargained for.

 

They were still standing nearby and had moved to a position where I could see & hear them clearly.

 

“Yeh geela thanks kab tak chalega” (how long will demands of wet thankyou continue) she asked.

 

“jab tak aap chaaho” (as long as you want) he replied.

 

Mom smiled and kep quiet as she knew that Vicky was aware that she was a partner in this game.

 

They then spoke a bit more and moved to the room.  Vicky was sitting with mom on the sofa and they were talking very freely.

 

Mom again broached the topic of girl friends.

 

Vicky replied very cleverly “Girl friend ke baare mein toh bata diya, par jaanu joh sunne mein aapko interest woh bahuton ke saath kiya hai jaaneman” (told you about the girl friend but darling I have done with a lot of them what you are interested in knowing – that was sex)

 

Mom had been caught and she was still defiant “tu hee bata main kya poochna chahati hoon” (you tell what I was going to ask)

 

“Toh jaanu sun hee lo ki maine bahut ladkiyon aur auntiyon ki pyaas mitaai hai” (I have quenched the thirst of many girls and aunties) Vicky said

 

Mom had nowhere to go as the import of the sentence hit her like a tonne of bricks.

 

Without using bad words he was hitting her with sexually loaded sentences.  He was unashamedly eyeing the cleavage and then coming very close to her many times.  There would be hardly a couple of centimeters difference between their lips on a few occasions.  They were talking in low tones hence I could not make out.  Mom was getting nervous by the second.

 

Then suddenly he laughed aloud and said “Mere baare mein toh sab pooch liya – apne aashikon ke baare mein toh batao” (you have asked everything about me – tell about yourself)

 

Mom felt relaxed as the tone increased and said “kya bataaon” (what to tell)

He said “Jaaneman tum maal ho – bahut ladkon ne try maara hoga” (darling you are a babe – many guys would have tried their luck)

 

Mom blushed and replied “koi nahin thaa” (there was none)

 

Vicky was not going to leave this opportunity “darling aap kahe rahe ho ki itne tota maal pe kisi ne haath nahin saaf kiye” (darling you are telling me that none did with you)

 

She blushed and said “main chai banane jaa rahi hoon” (I am going to prepare some tea)

 

Vicky got up and followed her to the kitchen.

 

The kitchen was in line of sight.  I only had to move a bit to adjust the line. 

 

As she put the vessel on the stove, Vicky put her hands on Mom’s shoulders.  She shuddered but did not ask him to remove the hands. Vicky was in no mood to oblige anyways.

 

Rubbing his hands on the exposed shoulders and upper arms he said “Batao toh sahi Kalia jee se pahele kisne is makhmal pe haath ragde thhey” (before Mr Kalia who else had felt this velvet)

 

Mom shook her shoulders a bit to dissuade him but he was firm in his approach.

 

“Batao naa – atleast koi ek toh hoga jisne aapko kiss kiya hoga, boobs dabaye honge, ass dabai hogi” (tell – must be atleast one who would have kissed you, pressed boobs & ass)

 

Must admit Vicky was persistent.

 

Mom kept quiet for a few seconds and then said “chal pahele chai peete hain” (lets have tea first)

 

Vicky said ok and they had tea back in the room.

 

He told her a few non-veg jokes which she readily lapped up.

 

By now Vicky had his arm across Mom’s shoulder and he was rubbing it in a slow motion while talking. I could see them but now the talks had come down to low tones with Mom shaking her head in negative a couple of times and then smiling at others.  I could not hear them but could make out that Vicky was saying something naughty about Mom’s melons seeing the way she was responding to him. 

 

Even though there was nobody else in the house still they were talking in whispers.  For them I was not there.  It continued for over 10-15 minutes.  Vicky did not remove his arm from her shoulder and she was enjoying the attention being showered.  She has been used to a lot of attention but perhaps remained confined within the norms owing to Dad.  Now Dad being overseas and a young dashing man to shower attention she felt like a young college going girl being sought after a boy.  Boy was my Cock Hard!!

 

Very gradually Vicky planted a soft kiss on her cheek.  She looked at him and said loud enough for me to hear “yeh kya thaa” (what was this)

 

“Next part of wet thank you” pat came the measured reply.

She was defenceless.

 

He then changed the track and said “fashion parade nahin karni kya” (don’t you want to do the fashion parade – meaning try the dresses)

 

She was caught off-guard and before she could say anything else on the kiss, she had to agree since she had called him for that purpose only.

 

First was the turn of the decent saarees. They were high end heavy duty saarees meant for heavy official functions only.  Nothing much to write home about but the blouses, on sleevless and the other just an inch over the shoulder giving a good view of her creamy skin.  They were very nicely cut to show back skin. Looked to be high end saarees.  Nothing much happened apart from Vicky coming close to her on a few occasions and a lot of non-veg jokes and sexual banter with liberal use of Jaanu, Darling, Jaaneman from both the sides. The kiss on the cheek seemed to have been forgotten or taken in stride or liked very much.

 

Mom wanted to wear and show the two decent suits but Vicky was not much interested. He got a call from someone and he had to leave after 10 minutes.  Just then as he announced that he will have to leave, our phone rang and Mom went to pick it up. Mom was wearing the sleeveless blouse, the pallu was slightly off place and showed a bit of melon.  It was a call from one of her cousins.  I could not see them directly but could see them thanks to the mirror reflections.  She was talking away to glory when Vicky approached and kept his hands on her shoulders. 

 

Mom continued talking but there was a perceptible change in the breathing pattern.  Her heavy melons were moving up & down in a protruded motion.  Vicky knew she could not                                      do anything at that stage and planted a soft kiss on the nape of her neck.  She froze and did not utter a word to the point that the under end person had to ask her a couple of times if she was there.  Mom was dazed.  Vicky was getting brazen by the second.

 

Another round of assault on her nape and this time he put his hand on the right breast and pressed it gently leaving Mom gasping.

 

Before she could say anything he planted a soft kiss on the other side of the neck said something and left for the day. 

 

I had cummed multiple times in the store itself. 

 

Vicky had left both the Mom and son gasping but for different reasons.

 

As she went to the washroom, I tiptoed outside from the same route and went to the park and wanted to cry.  I could not, tears refused to drop.  The tool was still hard with memories of my mother with Vicky.  I could see she was on the verge of cheating as Vicky in one go had become the man of the house. He had protected Mom and took care of my studies as well.

 

Verge of cheating may not be the correct phrase but on verge of surrendering to Vicky.

 

Back to the author version

 

The next day was a Sunday she was expecting Vicky’s call. He did not call till the evening.

 

Bhawna was getting frustrated.  Unknown to her, Rahul was also getting frustrated by seeing her Mom in new light.  She had become a hot woman from Mom and he was finding it difficult to erase the last evening’s images from his mind.  He wanted Vicky to call her Mom, come to their home and screw his mom to glory.  All the notions of good, bad have been erased to the point that he wanted to see the hot lady naked and his only chance was Vicky doing it for him.

 

Bhawna was walking in the house looking quite occupied.   More than the audacity of the youngster of kissing the nape of her neck or pressing her boob, which a few of them had done in the buses as well, accidently, she was more concerned or inquisitive about the impact size of his tool when he was massaging her boob.  It was big and strong.  It was far bigger than anything she had felt or taken.  She had her share of flings but this was something special when felt on her bottom.

 

One part of her did not want “wet” the thankyou futher but the other wanted to “drench” the thankyou completely.

 

The sexual urges not being fulfilled due to husband not being there and also that Bhawna was high on sexual yearning quotient.

 

The sexual urges made her call Vicky on his cell. Fortunately he was alone at home at that point of time. 

 

Rahul too was at home and he picked up the call. He had correctly guessed that his mom would call Vicky.  Vicky not calling her had further perturbed her to the point of calling him herself.  She was in heat.

 

“Hello Vicky” Vicky started the conversation.

 

“Haanji kya haal” (how are you) she said.

 

“badiya – aap batao” (fine – you tell) he responded.

 

After rounds of pleasantraries which were very boring and irritating for Rahul she came to the point.  The lady was taking initiative.

 

“Vicky – tune baaki dresses toh dekhi nahin” (you didn’t see the remaining dresses)

 

“OK” curt reply from Vicky

 

“kab aayega” (when will you come)

 

“call karta hoon” (will call) he and Rahul both knew that she was now his for the taking.

 

“tere opinion chahiye – shaadi mein jaane se pahele” (need your opinion before going for marriage) she reasoned.

 

“Tarson – Wednesday – meri telecon hai, jaldi aa jaaunga – 3 baje aa jaaunga” (Wednesday, I have a telecon, will come early, reach your home by 3pm)

 

It made the mother son duo happy for same yet different reasons.

 

Vicky wanted to end the call ensuring his domination over her.

“Abhi thankyou poora geela nahin hua hai – still sookha” (The thank you is still dry, not wet completely) he said.

 

“daba..” (pressed…) she became silent before she could complete pressing of boobs.

 

Vicky smiled and said “jaaneman, poora geela hoga toh tumhe bahut mazaa aayega” (darling, you will enjoy, when you are completely drenched in thankyou)

 

She kept quiet.

 

He continued “bahut see auntiyon / bandiyon ke certificates hain” (I have certificates from a lot of girls and aunties)

 

She immediately said “kis cheez ke” (for what) and regretted her hurry.

 

“Satisfaction ke” he replied calmly.

 

She got the import of the meaning the it hit her like anything.  The boy had the audacity to tell her that he would screw her and she would enjoy it no end.

 

He said “phir Wednesday ko aaun” (should I come on Wednesday)

 

She could only manage a mere hmmm.

 

Rahul kept the receiver down and did not know how to react.  His mom was inviting a youngster with a blanket permission to screw to glory.  He was waiting for the Wednesday but little did he know that his mother and Vicky were talking on phone on Monday and Tuesday for hours together and the conversation had become very raunchy and naughty.

 

Vicky went to his office for a very early morning telecon at 7am.  The telecon continued till 2pm and he left after taking lunch.

 

At the other end, Rahul had announced to her mom that he will be going to a friend’s place for his birthday directly from college and he would be back only by 8.30pm at the earliest.  It was music to her ears and seeing her reaction the kid too got happy.  He had made his arrangements for the special screening.

 

He reached his home and entered from the rear stairs. When he was sure that his mom was in bathroom, he moved inside using his time tested tricks of opening that door and went to take position inside the door. He had made arrangements by keeping packet of biscuits and water bottles with him. Something told him that he was there in for a long haul that day.

 

At about 2.50pm, his mother came out from the room.  Rahul saw the huge tent in his trousers.  Boy was she looking hot.

 

From here onwards, in Rahul’s words

 

Mom was looking even better than Saturday. Today she knew what was coming. She was anticipating and perhaps even waiting for it.  Today the cleavage was a bit longer, chunni was no where to be seen.  The sleeveless kurta showed more of her shoulders or was it my imagination.  The cuts both the sides were far deeper than usual.  The kurta stuck like second skin.  I was finding very difficult to locate her bra under the kurta. Either it was not there at all or it was the thin lacy type variety.  The hair were still in the knot variety with a few loose strands giving the luscious effect if any more was needed.

 

How badly I wished that day that she was not my mom, for I wanted to lust after her, wanted to see her naked and wanted to see her in bed.

Right on time Vicky arrived. He pressed the doorbell and a chirpy mom went to open it.  They were standing near the entrance, not in my line of sight, and talking in hushed tones.  Suddenly there was a silence for a few seconds and then mom came to view with Vicky close by her side.  His hand was just a couple of inches above her ass globes and as they were entering the drawing room it went down by a few inches to land squarely on her well rounded orbs. 

 

Mom looked at him only to be met by “you are my darling” comment signifying his complete control and ownership over mom.

 

They went to the room, could see them talking cheek to cheek but in hushed tones. Could not make out what they were saying.  But Vicky did plant a couple soft ones on her cheeks.

 

Before it could go out of hand, which she wanted to, Mom got up to announce that she will prepare tea in the kitchen. Vicky too followed her.

 

Vicky was towering mom by quite a few inches, had placed his hands on her naked shoulders and the hands started their journey southwards on naked arms.  Mom was not reacting to his touches in the sense of rebutting him. Her body was reacting in the sense that it wanted more of him.  The ass moved a bit back, involuntarily, and mom became stiff.  She was not the usual quick mover in the kitchen but stuck in one pose.  As she was about to pour milk in the vessel, Vicky placed his palm on one boob and said “mujhe taaza doodh pasand hai” (I like fresh milk.

 

She could not say anything but only closed her eyes and let out a “mmm” in response.  That was music to all set of ears at home that day.

 

Vicky disengaged leaving the mom-son duo wanting more from him.

 

They had their tea near the dining table and talked away to glory.  Vicky had kept his arm across mom’s shoulder as if he owned her and he continued the non-veg jokes. Mom was enjoying them to the hilt.

 

She then asked her to do the job he had come to do. 

 

He smiled and said “woh bhi karoonga – pahele saariyan toh pahen ke dikhaao” (will do that also – but first show the saaris)

 

He then instructed “neeche petticoat mat pahenna” (don’t wear the petticoat underneath)

 

Vicky went back to the drawing room.  From here I could see where he was sitting.  After about 15 minutes Mom came out of the room.

 

It was a pink coloured saare with some embroidery work done.  Quite transparent.  Sleeveless blouse with deep back and front.  Blouse had a very thin strip of cloth but had quite a few doris running on the back.  The melons did everything to come out of it.  It seemed that there was no bra since could not see any bra straps.  Very light make up done.  Hair loosely tied in a bun.  Boy was she looking something.  As she went away from me, I could see the shape of her lush posterior and supple thighs.  Definitely there was no petticoat.

 

She went and stood in front of Vicky.

 

Vicky went near her, observed her from very close quarters.  I am sure she would have felt his breath on her skin. She was still and even I could see goose pimples on her creamy skin.  Vicky was making her expect and want him to make the moves. He was holding it back for some grand entrance.  Though it was tied a couple of inches below the navel, he still asked her to tie the next one further down only to be met by an obedient yes.

 

He looked at her posterior and mentioned that the ass has come out well in petticoat less saaree and definitely someone at the function would attack her ass.

 

The talks were getting dirtier.

 

Mom was enjoying it.

 

For the full 5 minutes, she wanted her to touch but Vicky was always hair’s breadth away from her.

 

He then asked her to wear the next one.

 

She came out after 5-7 minutes only. No change in hairstyle or makeup.

 

This was more scandalous than the previous one.  The sleeveless blouse only had 2-3 strings to hold the strips of cloth.  The saree was transparent was a stylish print in blue.  The front showed a lot of cleavage.  The blouse was quite small as well. Much too small for a well endowed lady like her.  The pallu was not tied to the shoulder and was falling aside far too often.  As it fell down, Vicky looked at the divine cleavage and Mom buried her head in his torso not able to face her. 

 

Very easily he put his hands on her naked back and let them roam from neck to inches over ass globes. She was not moving and Vicky’s hands were covering every inch of her back.  Then the hands got tired of roaming and rested on the gorgeous mounds of ass globes.  He pressed her mounds to the delight of all present in the house, two in the open and one in hiding.  The pressure on the mounds had increased to the point of his fingers parting the globes by diving in the ass crack.

 

She let out a moan “mmmm”

 

Vicky said “jaaneman itne se hee mmmm ho gayi – jab asli attack hoga – tab kya” (darling you are moaning with fingers only – what will happen with the real thing)

 

She moaned further and Vicky kissed her exposed shoulders.  She was enjoying it a lot but then like a bolt from the blue, Vicky asked her to show the final dress. 

 

That dress was inspired from Mrs Kapoor’s dress of Sheetal’s birthday. 

 

She took special care to wear the scarlet red with shades of black transparent saree.  The hair were now in a French knot rather than the usual bun.  Earlier she was wearing a very small underneath skirt but now it went off and a string was tied to her waist to hold the saree in place.  The string was tied quite low and it showed about 5 inches worth of skin below the navel.  She for the final time saw herself in the mirror and came out.

 

I could not believe what I was seeing – I had run out of adjectives to explain her beauty.  Mom was wearing a backless halter blouse with two thin strings tied her slender neck and the two thin strings running on her back. The blouse cloth strained to cover the much desireable melons of mom and could not cover front fully and nothingon the sides.  It was scandalous. If mom was wearing that thing without security cover of papa, I am sure she would be screwed everytime and always.

 

Vicky liked what he saw.  He licked his lips in anticipation, Mom perhaps licked hers.  She had her back towards me and I could see the gorgeous ass mounds of hers. Boy what would anyone not give to screw those luscious mounds.  Vicky opened his arms to hold her in an embrace and she too perhaps was ready to melt into him.

 

Just then as luck would have it, the phone rang.  Both came out of their dream sequence.

 

She hurriedly picked up the phone and started talking. It was Dad on the other side.

 

Vicky saw an opportunity and moved behind her.  He started raining kisses on her shoulder and nape of the neck and the hands moved to press the boobs gently.

 

Suddenly mom’s breathing became heavier and bossom movement became protruded.  She was now getting aroused.  He voice was becoming laboured.

 

I guess dad asked something to the same effect from the other side only to be met by a “kuchh nahin hua” (nothing much has happened). 

 

Vicky was continuing the assault on her.  She pushed him back a bit. He did.

 

But then Vicky returned.  This time he started removing the saaree.  It was not pinned anywhere so off it went from the shoulders within a second and came down to the waist level within no time.

 

We had a cordless phone and hence he turned around mom to remove layer and layer of her saaree tied to the string.  She was talking and turning.  She was now more comfortable talking with dad with Vicky working his way on her.   Vicky too was quite comfortable becoming the Dushasan in removing the Saaree the only difference was this Draupadi was more than willing to get naked. 

 

The only person uncomfortable in the house was me hiding in the store and seeing Vicky unwrap my mom for his pleasure.

 

My cock was like a granite stone now.  I had removed my trousers and undies to not to mess them up.  I had already cummed once and was ready for many more for the day.  I never thought I could be that hard.  It was so hard that it was hurting now.  I was thinking that it would explode now.

 

What was only a couple of minutes or so seemed liked ages to me.  Layer by layer the transparent piece of cloth was going away bringing to light the shape of two supple luscious thighs of a lascivious lady for her drooling son inside the closet and her lover unwrapping her.  She just froze for a second and then continued talking to Dad.

 

As the final layer of saaree came off her, it brought to view the magnificient legs. My first focus was on her ass globes covered in a lacy red panty and a string just at the band of the panty to hold the saaree folds in place.

 

The ass was big and very well rounded.  Seemed to be firm as well since there was not any flab there.  The creamy white thighs were so inviting that I just wanted to come out of the store and lick them. 

 

Here it was, I Rahul hiding in the closet to see my mom make love to a young chap, salivating at the prospect of seeing her in buff.

 

Vicky went back and sat on the sofa for a minute admiring the sight before him.  Here she was the lovely beauty Bhawna talking on the phone in nothing more than a lacy red panty, a string tied across the waist and an ultra small bra less blouse.  Vicky and saw the light from the verandah hitting the back of Bhawna and dispersing in all sides to give her a halo look.  Vicky loved the light and shadow show on display by Bhawna.  She was now well into it. She turned around continuing talking.

 

I saw mom turning towards me, boy did I want to lick that inches of cleavage, suck those gigantic mammaries tied up in that flimsiest of sexy blouses.  A look down below gave me an indication of her having shaved her pubic hair. Since it was first time that I was seeing that crotch hence cannot say if it was done for today or was it a practice.

 

One phrase was hitting me now “safai kar lee” (have you cleaned) Vicky had asked Mom when he entered.  At that time I did not think much of it.

 

May be or may be not.  I was not sure.

 

Anyways, I left it at that and continued drooling over my own semi naked mother.  She was still talking to Dad.  Vicky had in the meanwhile come to embrace her from behind leading to startle mom. 

 

Vicky was in his birthday suit. 

 

Mom turned around first looked up and then down.

 

Dad was saying something and mom was responding only with “mmmm” continuing looking down.  Vicky turned her around for my benefit and attacked her from behind.

 

One movement and the knot behind her neck was unfastened and the top fell from the boobs tied only with a string holding the remains of the blouse behind her back.  The sight was heavenly.  Two creamy white melons with brown nipples, made to suck and mauled.

 

Second by second her tone on the phone was now getting incoherent with a lot of “hmms” “yees” and similar words.  Now it was getting difficult for her to hold herself back.

 

One more movement and off went the blouse compeletly.  It fell on the ground.  Mom’s one hand was still holding onto something.  Could not make out though I was quite sure it was his tool.  Vicky had started his familiar assault on nape and boobs this caused her to kneel on her knees and be on the verandah floor about 8 feet from her son in the closet.   She was not able to talk to her husband now.

 

He was still attacking her from behind.  Finally she was able to disconnect the telephone line and connect with her lover.  Now I could see what she was holding in her hand. It was his mammoth tool.  She turned around to face him only to meet his passionate kisses. 

 

Vicky was an expert in kissing and he kissed her very nicely. Lower lip meeting upper lip then lower lip, upper lip following the same.  The male tongue meeting the femal tongue and pushing it in further and licking of her lips again and again.  It was magical.

 

He then got a bit down and licked her cleavage. 

 

Suddenly he got up only to bring the mattress of a single bed in drawing room.