Turn around of shy wife

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It was only then, as she watched her best friend - now her lover – standing topless and blindfolded before her son, that things began to make sense. Last Saturday when she’d come home early and found Rehana in bed, naked, she must have walked in on them. Rehana later admitted to Muktha that she was involved with someone, but she didn’t go into specifics. No wonder.

And then Mukta gasped. She gasped so loud that she had to move quickly from the window in case they’d heard her. Prasad had been home Saturday when Rehana began seducing her! How long did he stick around before leaving? What did he hear? What did he see? 

She stood there, shaking, trying to regain her composure. She had to leave. She had to go someplace where she could think. But instead, she found herself leaning in front of the window again, very much aware of the growing dampness in her pussy. 

By now, the blindfolded beauty was standing in just her panties, holding out her petticoat to Prasad. Mukta watched as her son took the petticoat and, like before, tossed them into the corner. 

There was a moment’s hesitation as Prasad surveyed the beauty before him. Again he said something Mukta couldn’t quite make out. And then she watched Rehana slide the panties down her legs. She stepped out of the panties quickly, stood up, and held them out to Prasad. This time, however, Prasad held the damp garment to his nose, breathing in the scents of her arousal, before lowering it. Again he said something, and Rehana opened her mouth. Prasad stepped forward confidently, stuffed the panties into Rehana’s mouth and kissed her on the forehead.

Mukta could feel her own arousal growing as she watched her 38-year-old best friend standing naked and blindfolded, with her panties stuffed in her mouth, while her fully dressed 20-year-old son stood before her, in complete control. But Mukta wasn’t really sure what was getting her so hot. Was it watching her new lesbian lover? Was it watching an older woman being completely controlled by a younger man? Was it her son? Was it knowing that her son had watched her making love to Rehana? Or was it all of them? She wasn’t really sure. But she did know how horny she was as she rubbed her pussy through her saree.

Suddenly, Prasad turned and walked towards the kitchen. He returned with a kitchen chair, set it down a bit away from Rehana, and sat down in it. Again he said something. This time, she watched Rehana walking slowly towards her son, stepping carefully, feeling for objects with her hands. She watched her bump into a wing chair, adjust her course, and continue, at last reaching her son. She felt his head, his shoulders, and she maneuvered around him, kneeling down beside him.

“Oh my God!” Mukta gasped out loud as she watched her friend lean over Prasad’s lap, her ass pointed almost directly towards her. Her son was about to deliver a spanking to Rehana’s bottom, and she was going to watch.

“Make this good,” Prasad said to Rehana. “We have an audience.”

Rehana gasped, muttering something through her panty-filled mouth, instinctively trying to get up. But Prasad held her firm.

“Relax,” he said. “It’s mom. She’s outback, looking in through the window. She’s been there for the whole show.”

Rehana tried to say something again, but it came out garbled, unintelligible.

Prasad had never before looked at his mom as anything other than his mother. She’d always been there for him when he’d needed her. Just like any mother would. And he’d always loved her. Just like any son would. But that was the extent of it. He’d never fantasized about her, never dreamed about her. 

Until last weekend. Until he watched Rehana seduce her. Until he saw the two women holding each other passionately, rolling across the bed as they brought each other off. Since then, he’d been unable to get her out of his mind. And knowing that she was watching him only added to his fantasy.

Mukta watched Prasad place his hand on Rehana’s big fair ass. Slowly, he stroked her behind. She could see her friend squirming, seeking out the hand. He eased his fingers into her pussy, slowly pushing in, then out. 

WHACK! With a suddenness that startled Mukta, Prasad withdrew his fingers and whacked Rehana’s big soft fair ass, causing her to jump, her muffled scream audible even through the closed windows.

Mukta could stand it no more. She quickly surveyed her situation and discerned that she was reasonably well hidden and unlikely to be seen. That was all she needed. A moment later, her saree was pulled up were bunched around her waist and her hand was inside her panties, slamming into her cunt. Prasad was once again stroking Rehana’s big fair ass, brushing lightly over her pussy, just enough to tease her. Mukta watched the older woman squirm, completely at her son’s mercy.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! More blows. More muffled screams. And a redness beginning to appear on Rehana’s ass, while Mukta pumped her own pussy harder and harder.

Prasad’s fingers slid quickly back into Rehana’s pussy, stroking in an out like a piston, while the woman squirmed helplessly on his lap. And Mukta felt her left hand sliding under her pallu removed the saree of her shoulder alwoed it to fall and then her hands were in her blouse, squeezing her tits, while her pussy gyrated on her right hand.