14-01-2022, 11:30 PM
Ramesh : Kneel on the bed, with your arms behind your head.
Divya by now knew that she’s going to be taken, she had accepted the fact that whatever ramesh makes her do or does with her, she will do it willingly for her family. So she kneels on the bed, placing her soft ass over her ankles and raises both her arms and locks them behind her head.
It was a sight to be seen, to be drunk in. Ramesh watched her with all the lust he had, gazing at her pervertedly, wetting his lips, the air in the room was thick, it was pin-drop silence in there. The room was bright, the air-conditioner off, and here on the bed the voluptuous, curvy, affectionate mother of his friend sat in the kneeled position as he asked her to, making her look all the more enticing, with her fleshy thighs, her fertile hips, her clean sweaty by now armpits, her hair intact in a bun, the bindi and vermilion signifying that she is someone’s wife, it gave him a kick thinking about how he is gonna devour the whole of her and her values. He looked around in the room and found her married portrait with her husband and a family picture, where mohit was standing in between her and his father. He went and brought that photo frame and sat on his haunches in front of her, showing her the photo and giving her a wicked smile, as tears filled her eyes watching her family picture. Ramesh was enjoying tormenting her mentally, he wanted to break her completely before he took her. He darted his tongue out and licked divya’s face in the photograph, disgusting divya all the more. He was slowly circling his tongue on her face in the photograph, wetting it. He held the frame in his left hand while still licking it and with his right hand he touched divya’s face, caressing her cheeks, grabbing the soft tender flesh of her face he was gently kneading it. Divya closed her eyes feeling humiliated and disgusted at the same time. She was not able to fathom the fact that this was happening for real. She just let him do whatever he wanted. She has submitted herself completely to him.
After what seemed an eternity, divya felt ramesh withdrew his right hand, and she opened her eyes to see as to what he is upto now. He was watching her with his nostrils puffed, breathing heavy, she could sense a lot of unbridled lust in his eyes. Her eyebrows curved in a motherly way, her hands started to ache a bit because she still had them locked behind her head, she was sweating now, she could feel her underarms wet, sweat over her upper lip, her forehead perspiring, her cleavage glistening. She just looked at him pleadingly hoping that he would stop whatever he is doing to her. She thought it would have been better if he would have just fucked her, but this whole game of his was unbearable for her moral compass. How would she undo the whole night in her memories if he keeps being this relentless in breaking her.
Ramesh, who was on his haunches till now, stood up. He unbuttoned his shrit and threw it on the floor. He was sweating too and divya could see sprouting hair on his chest all damp with sweat. He then undid his pants and threw them on the floor beside his and divya’s maxie. There was a bulge in his underwear which made divya look away disgustingly. Here was a boy, a friend of her son, whom she considered her own son alike, was about to take her on her marital bed. How could Mohit do this which led to his mother being humiliated like this was all she could think.
“Look here, aunty!”, said ramesh, making divya snap out of her thoughts and made her look at him. He raised his right arm, wet two of his fingers with the sweat, making divya breathe heavy unsure of what he is upto, brought those two fingers to her face and placed it under her nostrils, making her breathe his stench. Divya wanted to turn her face away but she knew it was futile. So she just kept inhaling his stench which was quite strong, while looking at him. He repeated it with his other underarm too, this time he even spat on his fingers mixing his saliva with his sweat, and made her smell it, sniff it, rubbing it on her lips and cheeks. This was too much for divya. It was as if he was ingraining himself into her, carving his stench onto her. Her tears had dried up by now and her hands started aching. Ramesh noticed it and kneeled in front of her and started inhaling her aroma, sniffing it deep as if taking a snort of a drug powder, it was an aphrodisiac for him, the beautiful pious mother’s and a wife’s sweat. He even licked her armpits, making divya shiver, as he greedily lapped up the sweat of both her underarms, while both his hands kneading the flesh of her hips, making divya squirm and slightly wet. Yes, the mother and a wife in her were taking a backseat as the woman in her was slowly coming up to the brim.
Ramesh stood up and asked her to get her hands down, which she did feeling relieved from her ache. He grabbed her hair bun and loosened it making her hair cascade all over her behind. He roughly grabbed the back of her head and pressed her face to his underwear covered crotch, feeling her warm breath. Divya was surprised by this suddenness and to stabilise herself she held his waist, while he rubbed his crotch over her face. She was breathing in the strong aroma of his crotch as well as feeling the hard flesh all over her face. With his left hand behind her head, ramesh placed right hand over her left fleshy, bra claded breast, and squeezed it mercilessly, making divya moan in a very sultry way.
Ramesh : I always used to watch them move and jiggle in your blouse. Haramzaadi, kitna tadpaaya hain tune, mujhe. Kuttiya aaj khoob nochunga, dabaaunga, ragdunga tere bhare hue badan ko. Ahhh bhainkelaudi, kaisa lag raha hain tujhe bol randi!!
Divya : Mujhe nahi pata tha ki tum itni hawas leke aate the mere ghar mere liye. Iske liye mai kabhi tumhe maaf nahi karungi. Maine hamesha tumhe apne bachhe jaisa samjha aur tum ye ghinona kaam kar rahe ho mere saath.
Ramesh : Jab bachhe jaisa samjha hain toh khelne de na iske saath, ek pati ke baad ek bachhe ka hi haq hai na uske maa ke chaati pe. Dekh kaise bhare hue hain, ikdum komal, gol aur maansal.
He kept squeezing her breast, while humping her face. Then he took a step back, pulled his underwear down, making his hard cock bob up and down. He stepped out of his underwear and stood in front of divya. For divya this was only the second cock she was seeing, her frist was of her husband’s. It was more or less similar, but this one was forbidden. The woman in her was gradually getting excited, as the main act was approaching. Ramesh has successfully broken her down and now she was staring at his cock, with her vermilion spread over her forehead, her bindi displaced, her hair disheveled, she gave the look of being ready to be ravaged.
Ramesh spat on his cock and rubbed it all over her face. Divya had never taken her husband in her mouth so she was new to all this. Ramesh held her head, asked her to open her mouth and keep it in an “O” shape, which she did. He held her head with both her hands and shoved his cock into her mouth and started fucking her pious mouth.
Divya by now knew that she’s going to be taken, she had accepted the fact that whatever ramesh makes her do or does with her, she will do it willingly for her family. So she kneels on the bed, placing her soft ass over her ankles and raises both her arms and locks them behind her head.
It was a sight to be seen, to be drunk in. Ramesh watched her with all the lust he had, gazing at her pervertedly, wetting his lips, the air in the room was thick, it was pin-drop silence in there. The room was bright, the air-conditioner off, and here on the bed the voluptuous, curvy, affectionate mother of his friend sat in the kneeled position as he asked her to, making her look all the more enticing, with her fleshy thighs, her fertile hips, her clean sweaty by now armpits, her hair intact in a bun, the bindi and vermilion signifying that she is someone’s wife, it gave him a kick thinking about how he is gonna devour the whole of her and her values. He looked around in the room and found her married portrait with her husband and a family picture, where mohit was standing in between her and his father. He went and brought that photo frame and sat on his haunches in front of her, showing her the photo and giving her a wicked smile, as tears filled her eyes watching her family picture. Ramesh was enjoying tormenting her mentally, he wanted to break her completely before he took her. He darted his tongue out and licked divya’s face in the photograph, disgusting divya all the more. He was slowly circling his tongue on her face in the photograph, wetting it. He held the frame in his left hand while still licking it and with his right hand he touched divya’s face, caressing her cheeks, grabbing the soft tender flesh of her face he was gently kneading it. Divya closed her eyes feeling humiliated and disgusted at the same time. She was not able to fathom the fact that this was happening for real. She just let him do whatever he wanted. She has submitted herself completely to him.
After what seemed an eternity, divya felt ramesh withdrew his right hand, and she opened her eyes to see as to what he is upto now. He was watching her with his nostrils puffed, breathing heavy, she could sense a lot of unbridled lust in his eyes. Her eyebrows curved in a motherly way, her hands started to ache a bit because she still had them locked behind her head, she was sweating now, she could feel her underarms wet, sweat over her upper lip, her forehead perspiring, her cleavage glistening. She just looked at him pleadingly hoping that he would stop whatever he is doing to her. She thought it would have been better if he would have just fucked her, but this whole game of his was unbearable for her moral compass. How would she undo the whole night in her memories if he keeps being this relentless in breaking her.
Ramesh, who was on his haunches till now, stood up. He unbuttoned his shrit and threw it on the floor. He was sweating too and divya could see sprouting hair on his chest all damp with sweat. He then undid his pants and threw them on the floor beside his and divya’s maxie. There was a bulge in his underwear which made divya look away disgustingly. Here was a boy, a friend of her son, whom she considered her own son alike, was about to take her on her marital bed. How could Mohit do this which led to his mother being humiliated like this was all she could think.
“Look here, aunty!”, said ramesh, making divya snap out of her thoughts and made her look at him. He raised his right arm, wet two of his fingers with the sweat, making divya breathe heavy unsure of what he is upto, brought those two fingers to her face and placed it under her nostrils, making her breathe his stench. Divya wanted to turn her face away but she knew it was futile. So she just kept inhaling his stench which was quite strong, while looking at him. He repeated it with his other underarm too, this time he even spat on his fingers mixing his saliva with his sweat, and made her smell it, sniff it, rubbing it on her lips and cheeks. This was too much for divya. It was as if he was ingraining himself into her, carving his stench onto her. Her tears had dried up by now and her hands started aching. Ramesh noticed it and kneeled in front of her and started inhaling her aroma, sniffing it deep as if taking a snort of a drug powder, it was an aphrodisiac for him, the beautiful pious mother’s and a wife’s sweat. He even licked her armpits, making divya shiver, as he greedily lapped up the sweat of both her underarms, while both his hands kneading the flesh of her hips, making divya squirm and slightly wet. Yes, the mother and a wife in her were taking a backseat as the woman in her was slowly coming up to the brim.
Ramesh stood up and asked her to get her hands down, which she did feeling relieved from her ache. He grabbed her hair bun and loosened it making her hair cascade all over her behind. He roughly grabbed the back of her head and pressed her face to his underwear covered crotch, feeling her warm breath. Divya was surprised by this suddenness and to stabilise herself she held his waist, while he rubbed his crotch over her face. She was breathing in the strong aroma of his crotch as well as feeling the hard flesh all over her face. With his left hand behind her head, ramesh placed right hand over her left fleshy, bra claded breast, and squeezed it mercilessly, making divya moan in a very sultry way.
Ramesh : I always used to watch them move and jiggle in your blouse. Haramzaadi, kitna tadpaaya hain tune, mujhe. Kuttiya aaj khoob nochunga, dabaaunga, ragdunga tere bhare hue badan ko. Ahhh bhainkelaudi, kaisa lag raha hain tujhe bol randi!!
Divya : Mujhe nahi pata tha ki tum itni hawas leke aate the mere ghar mere liye. Iske liye mai kabhi tumhe maaf nahi karungi. Maine hamesha tumhe apne bachhe jaisa samjha aur tum ye ghinona kaam kar rahe ho mere saath.
Ramesh : Jab bachhe jaisa samjha hain toh khelne de na iske saath, ek pati ke baad ek bachhe ka hi haq hai na uske maa ke chaati pe. Dekh kaise bhare hue hain, ikdum komal, gol aur maansal.
He kept squeezing her breast, while humping her face. Then he took a step back, pulled his underwear down, making his hard cock bob up and down. He stepped out of his underwear and stood in front of divya. For divya this was only the second cock she was seeing, her frist was of her husband’s. It was more or less similar, but this one was forbidden. The woman in her was gradually getting excited, as the main act was approaching. Ramesh has successfully broken her down and now she was staring at his cock, with her vermilion spread over her forehead, her bindi displaced, her hair disheveled, she gave the look of being ready to be ravaged.
Ramesh spat on his cock and rubbed it all over her face. Divya had never taken her husband in her mouth so she was new to all this. Ramesh held her head, asked her to open her mouth and keep it in an “O” shape, which she did. He held her head with both her hands and shoved his cock into her mouth and started fucking her pious mouth.
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