10-05-2019, 08:11 PM
Knowing that the time had come, Prasad slipped back to his room. He gathered his things quietly and crept back into the hall. He passed the quest room bent low, praying he wouldn’t be caught, and made his way to the garage. He grabbed his bag and headed out the back door, wondering just how he was going to spend the rest of the weekend.
He certainly knew how his mother and Rehana were going to be spending it.
“I wasn’t entirely honest with you,” Rehana said as the two women lay in each other’s arms, still basking in their sexual pleasure.
“Oh?” Mukta said, rolling away from her naked friend slightly.
“I haven’t been entirely alone, lately,” Rehana explained. “I’ve had an occasional fling with a certain gentleman. It’s not an exclusive relationship, but it is a very special one. Are you mad?”
“Should I be?”
“Well, I misstated the truth just to get you into bed.”
Mukta leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. “Why should that bother me? It worked didn’t it?"
“Hi sweetheart,” Mukta said as her son entered the kitchen through the garage door. “How was your trip?”
“It was fine,” he responded, giving his mom a quick kiss. “Hi Rehana aunty ,” he said to his mother’s best friend, their temporary house guest.
The funny thing was, he actually had spent the weekend. He’d been forced out of the house on Friday when Rehana, his lover, decided to seduce his mom. She’d told Mukta that Prasad had gone camping, thereby ensuring a weekend alone for the two girls. Prasad had watched the seduction, learning things about his mother he’d never imagined, before sneaking out the garage. He didn’t have much trouble convincing his buddy Anirudh, that a weekend in the woods would be fun.
“Did you girls do anything special?” he asked, giving a knowing wink to Rehana.
“Oh, just girl stuff,” Rehana answered, smiling. It was Tuesday, right around noon, when Mukta turned the car onto her street, heading home with another unexpected afternoon off. As she approached her house, she noticed both Prasad’s and Rehana’s car in the driveway. “That’s odd,” she thought. “Just like last Saturday.” And a funny feeling crept over her as she thought back to the day when she’d walked in on Rehana, naked in bed in the middle of the day, and the seduction that followed.
For some reason which she couldn’t quite put her finger on, Mukta drove right by the house, turned at the next corner, and parked out of sight of the house. “What was Rehana doing home?” she thought as she exited her car.
She cut through the neighbor’s back yard, approaching her own house furtively. She knew she was being silly, but couldn’t convince herself to turn around.
First, she approached Prasad’s bedroom window and peered inside. Nothing. Next, she came to the guest room window - the room occupied by her house guest - and peered inside. Again nothing. She even looked inside her own bedroom window. Still nothing.
Nearly convinced it was only her imagination playing tricks with her mind, she decided to take a quick look in the living room before going back to get her car.
And there they were. Instinctively, Mukta jumped back from the window. “What the hell?” she gasped. She took a second to regain her composure and slowly moved back to the window.
There was her son, pacing back and forth across the living room floor, while Rehana stood completely still in the middle of the room, almost at attention, with a blindfold around her eyes.
Mukta watched as her son stopped pacing, ending up in front of her blindfolded friend. She saw Prasad saying something, but couldn’t quite make out the words. And her jaw dropped when Rehana pulled her saree of her shoulder allowed it to fall on the ground , and began unbuttoning the blouse right in front of Prasad. It didn’t take long until she slid the blouse off her shoulders and handed it to Prasad, who tossed it in a heap in the corner.
Mukta stood there, hiding in the bushes, too stunned to move, too stunned to think. She watched as Rehana reached behind her back, undid the clasp of her lacy netted bra which was waiting to be removed so her huge tits get freedom, and removed it quickly. Obediently, she held it out for Prasad, who took it from her and tossed it on top of the blouse.
He certainly knew how his mother and Rehana were going to be spending it.
“I wasn’t entirely honest with you,” Rehana said as the two women lay in each other’s arms, still basking in their sexual pleasure.
“Oh?” Mukta said, rolling away from her naked friend slightly.
“I haven’t been entirely alone, lately,” Rehana explained. “I’ve had an occasional fling with a certain gentleman. It’s not an exclusive relationship, but it is a very special one. Are you mad?”
“Should I be?”
“Well, I misstated the truth just to get you into bed.”
Mukta leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. “Why should that bother me? It worked didn’t it?"
“Hi sweetheart,” Mukta said as her son entered the kitchen through the garage door. “How was your trip?”
“It was fine,” he responded, giving his mom a quick kiss. “Hi Rehana aunty ,” he said to his mother’s best friend, their temporary house guest.
The funny thing was, he actually had spent the weekend. He’d been forced out of the house on Friday when Rehana, his lover, decided to seduce his mom. She’d told Mukta that Prasad had gone camping, thereby ensuring a weekend alone for the two girls. Prasad had watched the seduction, learning things about his mother he’d never imagined, before sneaking out the garage. He didn’t have much trouble convincing his buddy Anirudh, that a weekend in the woods would be fun.
“Did you girls do anything special?” he asked, giving a knowing wink to Rehana.
“Oh, just girl stuff,” Rehana answered, smiling. It was Tuesday, right around noon, when Mukta turned the car onto her street, heading home with another unexpected afternoon off. As she approached her house, she noticed both Prasad’s and Rehana’s car in the driveway. “That’s odd,” she thought. “Just like last Saturday.” And a funny feeling crept over her as she thought back to the day when she’d walked in on Rehana, naked in bed in the middle of the day, and the seduction that followed.
For some reason which she couldn’t quite put her finger on, Mukta drove right by the house, turned at the next corner, and parked out of sight of the house. “What was Rehana doing home?” she thought as she exited her car.
She cut through the neighbor’s back yard, approaching her own house furtively. She knew she was being silly, but couldn’t convince herself to turn around.
First, she approached Prasad’s bedroom window and peered inside. Nothing. Next, she came to the guest room window - the room occupied by her house guest - and peered inside. Again nothing. She even looked inside her own bedroom window. Still nothing.
Nearly convinced it was only her imagination playing tricks with her mind, she decided to take a quick look in the living room before going back to get her car.
And there they were. Instinctively, Mukta jumped back from the window. “What the hell?” she gasped. She took a second to regain her composure and slowly moved back to the window.
There was her son, pacing back and forth across the living room floor, while Rehana stood completely still in the middle of the room, almost at attention, with a blindfold around her eyes.
Mukta watched as her son stopped pacing, ending up in front of her blindfolded friend. She saw Prasad saying something, but couldn’t quite make out the words. And her jaw dropped when Rehana pulled her saree of her shoulder allowed it to fall on the ground , and began unbuttoning the blouse right in front of Prasad. It didn’t take long until she slid the blouse off her shoulders and handed it to Prasad, who tossed it in a heap in the corner.
Mukta stood there, hiding in the bushes, too stunned to move, too stunned to think. She watched as Rehana reached behind her back, undid the clasp of her lacy netted bra which was waiting to be removed so her huge tits get freedom, and removed it quickly. Obediently, she held it out for Prasad, who took it from her and tossed it on top of the blouse.
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Thanks & Regards,
Givemeextra
One man's wife is another man's slut
I don't have a Religion, I am free. Do not impose your Morality on me
Thanks & Regards,
Givemeextra
One man's wife is another man's slut
I don't have a Religion, I am free. Do not impose your Morality on me