Archana Hot Mom - (By - INDIAN_MAVERICK1190 0

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Both boys shared a fetish for lingerie and for stockings and pantyhose in particular. They sometimes took turns making up stories that involved having Archana dressed up to the nines only to have her clothes removed item by item as the story progressed. Raucous frat boys would abduct her on her way home from a dinner party and force her to play strip poker in the dead of night at their fraternity house. Or she might be a teller at a bank taken to the vault by desperate robbers who amused themselves with her by playing rock/paper/scissors to decide who got to remove the next article of clothing. In each instance, Archana would end up wearing only nylons and high heels at some point before being stripped naked to have all of her holes used — often simultaneously — by whichever imaginary captives were holding her captive in the story being told.


Deepak had a particularly rich and twisted imagination when it came to Mrs. Michael and, for his turn telling stories, he would occasionally spin very dark tales such as having her captured by menacing cannibals, who, after fucking her, would lower her into a huge caldron of boiling water all trussed up in twine with an apple in her mouth and a large carrot shoved up her ass. For his part, Ravi found such tall tales extremely entertaining and he would stop Deepak periodically to ask questions or seek greater detail on the misfortunes and sexual assaults being fictionally visited on his poor mother.

Of course, Archana had no idea she had the starring role in such depraved fantasies behind her son's closed bedroom door. In fact, to some extent Archana had found the obsession her son's friend had with her to be flattering. Her self esteem had been battered for years and her life had become a rather tedious routine from which she got little joy. This was surprising given how physically gorgeous Archana truly was. Even at the age of 38, in bigger cities there are actually a surprising number of opportunities for the few women who can truly be considered to score as "knockouts" on the pulchritude scale. Archana Michael was most certainly a beauty of that caliber. Nevertheless, Panvel and its malignant mores sucked the air out any hopes she might have had, leaving her both isolated and insecure. Thus, Deepak's initial awkward compliments and tendency to look at her with big puppy-dog eyes seemed cute early on and a welcome bit of positive attention for a change.

More recently, though, Archana did become aware that the two boys were bringing home men's magazines that they sometimes kept out in the open in the family room, practically daring her to object. She also knew they surfed porn sites together on Ravi's computer in his room since they didn't even try to hide the browser pages when she would later come in to clean the place up. Moreover, Deepak's charming tendency to gaze longingly at her seemed to be, of late, much more focused on her breasts, butt and legs to the point that she began feeling uncomfortable. Still, she passed it all off as "boys-will-be-boys" behavior that she reasoned must be the norm for teenagers their age. Matters did get more complicated, though, as she was cleaning up the kitchen one evening when Ravi came in and casually make a pronouncement: 

"Hey Mom, Deepak's folks are out of town for the weekend. I told him you'd take some wine over to his house for a movie date with him tonight."

"You told him w-what?," Archana asked incredulously.

"Well, you know he's got a crush on you big time ... and, of course, I owe him for all that stuff he did for me at scout camp last month. So I figured you could help me get square with him."

"By doing what exactly?" Archana's voice was quavering at this point.

"I just told you," Ravi spat out. His voice had a petulant edge now. "You're going to take a bottle of wine over to Deepak's house and spend a nice evening with him."

Archana's stomach tightened.....