My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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He still continued the strokes and hitting her hard and deep.  So deep that the lady on the floor didn’t know such contact points existed.  Such was the ferocity of the attacks that she was feeling being ripped apart. Such was the passion on display that she was feeling ‘desired’ by someone.  The monotonous nature of married life had taken the spark out of Bhawna.  It was great being felt so passionately by someone, hardly mattered the male was much younger than the female. Her body had taken over and she was yearning for the touches.  The male knew how and where to touch, how much to touch and how long to touch. He showed his expertise with the way he handled her.  His bites on her neck, licking her skin and the way he made her wanted was getting too much for her to handle. Her fuse had gone off and she was on point of no return. 

 

Vicky was not letting off his attacks.  The continued pounding she was receiving from him was just not ending.  It was like wave and wave of attack hitting her deep inside her love castle.  She was in the other world when she felt warm semen filling her.  She too was on verge of yet another powerful orgasm while she was getting filled in with warm semen.

 

I just could not see it anymore and sat on the stool.

 

Rahul could not believe his eyes on his mother’s adulterous and wanton slutty behaviour and also the fact that he too was enjoying seeing her in that state.

 

Rahul just lost track of time and so did the lovers in front of him.  After and hour or so more of love making, Vicky got up, went to washroom, washed his face, wore his clothes and left.  Rahul saw his mom still on the bedroom carpet, sleeping like a kid and in her birthday suit. It was as if the participants and audience had enough for the day and were tired.  As Vicky left, Rahul came out of his hideout, locked the main door from inside and then left from the alternate exit just like he had entered and went to the park.

 

He just could not get out the images of his mother and Vicky and was crying aloud. 

 

He then quietened down, not knowing what to do. Vicky hadn’t bangd his mother, she was a willing participant. She had her needs, Vicky was there to service her.  What to say, even he himself was lecherous enough to make plans to see his mom getting screwed. He did nothing to stop it or let them know that he doubted it.  The worst was he enjoyed seeing her mother with another man and his tool testified against him. That is, it too got very hard seeing her in that state.

 

Rahul looked up and kept quiet.  Picked himself up and went back home.

 

Was welcomed in by his mother in slightly better state than he had left her. She had washed her face, was dressed, disshevelled saree, disshevelled hair.  He knew what happened but still asked “kya hua” (what happened0

 

She replied “so rahi thee” (was sleeping)

 

He replied ok but wanted to say “I know with whom you are sleeping around”

 

From then on – Rahul became James Bond and tracked her mom’s fuckfest.  She went out very often with Vicky and he had realized it was more for sex rather than any emotional support. This arrangement suited both since there was no scene of any commitment from either side.  He saw her giving him a blow job in an open park, he saw them making out in their car, he saw them making out on open terrace, fonding each other in cinema hall and his house furniture, walls etc were witnesses to a fuckfest never seen before.

 

Vicky’s huge hose pipe coupled with his stamina had made him a formidable lover. The best she had ever experienced.  This had ensured that Rahul was able to see her mom in all stages of nudity on many occasions.  Suddenly it had stopped hurting that much.  He consoled himself based on the site seeing opportunities being made available to him.

 

Vicky and Rahul’s mother never bothered whether he knew about them or not. She was beyond that stage and also in her eyes he was too young to cause any trouble.

 

Here I stop with this session and move on to the next one.