Adultery Rashleela In Lockdown

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Part -5
Pramila Devi was then jumping like a madwoman on the giant dick like hammer of the strong man who took shelter in her house. Husband, son, society, politeness are all vanished from her head. The realy is only the hunger between her two legs. Which has been poisoned by her husband by insulting her. Today she will definitely give bath  of this low caste non-Bengali' giant dick with her pussy juice! She will punish her husband by become a Randy of this unknown man !

-Oops ... how big is his cock! Sweating profusely. Giving me that pleasure that I have never experienced.

Suddenly Premila Devi became standstill in panic and felt a hand of an unknown person on her ass, the hand went and touched the hole of her ass. Nothing can be seen in the dark. But mothers know the smell of their children's . Premila Devi was stunned for a moment. Realized it was no one else, his son Santu!  She thought God has  punished her for her deeds today.

Going to get illegitimate sexual pleasure, her son's hand fell on her merciful body! Thinking of one more thing, the soul of 'sanskari' Premila Devi dried up in fear of discomfort. Her son caught her red handed to be sexual even with other men than his father!

Shhhit! Where will she go now with this sinful face! What if his father found out tomorrow morning? Does she have to sheare her body with his  own son this time? Does she have to give him sexual pleasure to keep his mouth shut? Is that the price her son has come to collect now ?

With a blink of  eye, so many thoughts played in the head of Premila Devi. But  Mohan's continual rampage stroke from down broke all her thoughts. Whoever comes, she has no leave in Mohan's office now ! Quarantine emergency services must be provided to their guest of other state ! Unable to give her son even the slightest hindrance, burring sea like Shame deep into her pussy  again  the chastity naked woman Pramila devi began to sway her waist with the rythm of Mohan's stroke.

No more thoughts are working in Santu's brain then. There is a commotion all over his body, the cock has become so hard that it looks like it will tear out his pant ! His heart is pressed like a stone in the chest. Every heartbeat is spreading the restlessness and excitement throughout the body.
Whoa, mother did not say anything? Won't say anything? Will she accept him in such a smooth and helpless way? Does that mean her mother is silently agreeing to have sex? Consent or surrender, what do you call it? Everything is getting confused, the power of thinking is lost! Santu realized that he had bitten the forbidden apple of the heaven today.
And there is no way back from the path of sin, this mistake will not be corrected in any way! From today, everything has changed. Santur's body trembled in an uneasy state of mind. But the feeling called 'cum' was swallowed  the shiver by the magic, the soft thigh of the loving ass of her loving mother that is held in his hand !

The last hint of discomfort was gone by the sound fuck sound of his mother mother secret hole pounded by the painter Mohan. 'thap...thap... fucking sound filled the every corner of that room.

Pramila Devi's ass, tits, and entire body was trembling with  Mohan's every strokes. Santu placed one hand on Pramila Devi's open back and with another hand started touching her mother's ass like a sex starved creature. He saw all the hair follicles below the waist standing up and stabbing him in the hand. What a wonderful pleasure, his mother's body is responding to his caress! Santu began to move his fingers from the top to the bottom of Pramila Devi's ass. He started digging with his nails the unsavory hole in the ass of his beautiful loving mother. He saw his  mother's ass responded with his tickling! The small mouth of the ass surrounded by the wrinkled skin trembled and shrunk into the crook of the son's hand. With more enthusiasm, Santu pressed his finger and grabbed the parting of his mother's buttocks. He started scratching on the high plateau of Goddess Pramila Devi's asses. He put a finger in the hole of his mother's asshole, and after a while he brought it out in fear. He soaked his hands in the sweat and juice of the sacred buttocks of the birth mother. Dick of an other man in her pussy and hand of her own college going son's hand on her ass cheeks while fucking that other man. A strange feeling of excitement trembled her whole body. Premila Devi reached the climax with a strange thrilling excitement , by her ass again she started to fuck Mohan.

Santu stretched out his hand and pulled out the window curtain to see his mother better. The room was filled with the light of the full moon of the twelfth. Pramila Devi realized her nudity completely by this time, she saw that with her there was her paramour and her own son is completely naked .

The shame seemed to spread through the veins of her body in the speed of light. She closed her eyes to forget the shame and increased the speed of fuck. Mohan started trembling with the every stroke of her tanpura like  hips.

Santu looked at the milky naked body of the woman who had give birth him, become enchanted by the moonlight. He saw that his mother's whole body was trembling with the stroke of Mohan's dick.

Everything is swaying .... mother's boobs, asses, stomach, cheekbones, the world around Santu .... everything!
It seems that an unknown naked female figure came down in the middle of the night to fulfill the happy dreams of this two men.

His hands became adventurous and began to move all around his mother's body. Santu started caressing her mother by turning his hand on her stomach and armpits. He raised his face and kissed the belly of Pramila Devi, from there , where he took shelter for ten months before seeing the light of this world. He kissed on Caesar's long cut under her mother's navel. Pramila  was shattered in shame , still she was continuously fucking mohan . That's when Santu's eyes fell on the two footballs that were jumping on his mother's chest. Two rhythms of disobedient restless chatfate flour! Seeing the jumping It is clear that the two of them will be very soft, ! Santu reached out and touched his mother's tits with his trembling hands . His mother's big thirty-six size boobs jumped up and rubbed the palm of her son's hand to the rythm of fucking.

Premila Devi started chanting Ishtnam in her mind in the impending danger. In humiliation, in guilt, in shame of being caught, she has lost all the strength to protest. Just saying to herself,
"Oh my God, what's going on with me! Forgive me ... End this nightmare!"
At the same time, Kamadevi is dancing like Fire inside her chest, taking out her  tongue she is looking for a strong male body. Premila Devi began to sink in the whirlpool of a strange forbidden ambivalence.

Seeing the jumping boobs with an indomitable attraction Santu suddenly grabbed his mother's boobs and pressed it hard.. eating the rubbing of the mother-nipple that was jumping. Pramila Devi tried to stop her son with the rebuke of her eyes, but she failed as her eyes was then filled with lust not any other thing. The aroused Santu increased the pressure of his hand even more. He grabbed his mother's two breasts in two fists and started pressing them like a lover in a dark alley. Ten fingers of her two hands drowned in her respected mother's sweet boobs.

She remembered these two things are very favourite to his father. In a fit of excitement, Santu squeezed her mother's soft breasts so hard that she could no longer stay and murmed, "Ahhh khoka(son)... slowly ...!

gently? Santu was then vigorously squeezing the milk jug like  coconuts on his darling mother's chest. One tits didn't fit into the fist of one hand, as her mother's  tits are very big! Spreading five fingers of both hands, Santu started squeezing his mother's tits as much as he was holding it in his fist .On the other hand,  shaking her black hips mohan was constantly stroking Pramila Devi from the floor.

Holding her breasts in his fists, Santu lowered his face and brought it on the honeycomb cap of her mother's chest. At first he moved the long erect nipple of Premila Devi with his tongue . Santu got the first taste of femininity in his adult life by sticking his mouth on his mother's nipple. A taste as sweet as rusty iron on the tongue, rubbing the smooth tits swaying on the lips, Santu cupped and inserted one of her mother's nipples in her mouth . 'ummmmmmm' Pramila Devi made a soft but long sound of comfort. Her son then pulled her nipple more into the mouth and filled his mouth with his mother's own tits. He is sucking it with his teeth around her nipples.

How strange! There is no more natural phenomenon in the world than the mother's breast feeding the child. But when the child grows up, the mother's breast becomes an extremely forbidden object for him! Santu, but at this moment, there is no other thing in the world that is sweeter and sweeter than the sacred tita of his mother.  Still don't know why the society is tied to the fence of prohibition! Today all the rules will be mixed in the dust, ancient rules will admit defeat. Santu made his mother's tits wet by  sucking one by one . He felt his mother's shivers with every suck on her tits. Pramila Devi's heavy ass kept swying on the wide waist of the painter Mohan while her son was sucking her nipples.

Mohan's condition is also like looking over there. He was still surprised to discover the beautiful hot Malkin in his room where he had taken refuge during the time of danger. And in the middle of it, the woman's son also came to fuck  his mother! Naked mother is sitting on his stomach and her pussy is eating his cock, while her half-grown son  is sucking his mother's tits in that condition. Mohan had never heard or seen of such a strange incident before. he had never known anyone with whom this happened. But he is the Sex master of Uttar Pradesh. Once if he entered his cock in the pussy , he does not panic on anything else. This secret filth of this decent 'Bengali' house in  Kolkata, made him even more excited. Lifting pramila Devi's a little , daily wage worker Mohan hold her ass  with his muscular hand,  and she started fucking her  vigorously.

After a while, Mohan reached to the climax. Sex master  like him could not even take excitement of fucking a mother infront of her son . Lifting her ass, fucking her from down mohan says "Oh, Santu babu, look, I'll pour my juice into your mother's pussy! I'm Cumming soon into your bitch mother's pussy! Suck Santubabu suck. Press hard her boobs. Your mom is our Randy for tonight...ahhhh....uffffhhhhh"

- What do you want with him? You talk to me! Ahhh...yeah....ummm...iii....
It's like pramila devi tried to shut him up by fucking his dick.

What to do? She is trying to forget the terrible shame of her son's presence! Meanwhile, to Balance herself, she grabbed the boy's head with her chest. Santu then stretched out his arms and gripped his mother's hips and sucked her tits like a thirsty passer-by. The fingers of his hands are stuck in the crotch of his mother's jumping ass.

-Oooh: Maiji! Your pussy is still very tight! You are a slut. Your Beta also understands that you're a real Randy! Randy look  I'm now pouring my cum in your pussy! Ahhhh ... ahhhh .... aaahhhh ...!
As he spoke, he began to pump his dick into her pussy with great speed.

At the very last moment, Premila Devi jumped up, lifted her ass and pulled Mohan's dick out of her pussy, About a cup of semen from his huge cock bathed the front of Santu's mother's body. Her boobs, belly, navel and groin were all smeared with the worker's thick white protein-rich semen.

Mohan desperately wanted to fill the hole of Premila Devi's pussy with his hot semen. As she is the mother of one son, and he wanted to  fill the belly of this beautiful middle-aged Bengali lady with his non-Bengali child. He has three children at home in up, another child will be raised secretly in this far away of Bengal. Sometimes he would come to see that child and will fuck his child's mother secretly on her real husband's house. Apparently he was disappointed that the opportunity was missed. Unable to cope with the speed of ejaculation despite many attempts, he became very angry and started spreading his semen all over Santus' mother's  body, then he said ..

- Randy! Kutiya ! Why did you do this bitch? Bloody whore! Slut woman ... You bitch !.

Mohan, a painter from Uttar Pradesh, filled the room of Pramila Devi, a ***** housewife, with obscene slander in front of her son. For that moment they realized that he forgot the scope of his rights.

He is not a sheltered person anymore, he became the owner of this house and Pramila Devi's body in his mind. He just fucked the housewife of this house, now no one can take him down to the ground level.

- That right belongs only to my husband.
Pramila Devi said this as she crawled up  sat down with her body covered with Mohan's semen.

Destiny probably smiled a little behind the scenes. Santu has become impatient while waiting with his fully grown dick. He can't take it anymore . And now he is not afraid of anything. This time he will get the whole of his sweet mother. This painter guy has enjoyed his share, this time it's Santu's turn.

Now he does not care about anyone else's permission! As soon as she got up from Mohan, Santu hugged his mother and threw her on the mattress next to Mohan. Premila Devi knew it would be like that! Helpless, she surrender her body into her son's hand. She prepared her body and mind to be punished for having an illicit affair with a painter who took refuge in the house.

At first, Santu wiped Mohan's semen from the whole body with the nighty of Pramila Devi. Then he jumped up, licked and sucked her whole body. He started sucking milk by pulling her nipples with his teeth, sticking out his tongue like a barbarian and started licking his mother's short hairy armpits. While kissing her neck, a sense of tickle lift pramila devi up.  He seemed to be swimming in the air, pressing all the weight of his body on his mother's plumpy soft body. Premila Devi was choked by her son's pressure on her. The greedy saliva of Santu's mouth soaked his beautiful naked mother's  upper body. Repeatedly, Santu's salivating mouth began to come down on his mother's two erect nipples, and he began to pull her dark brown nipples with his teeth evry time with same enthusiasm. Pramila Devi began to squirm, lying under her son's chest, shivering with shame. Wondering when her quiet obedient son became so pervert !

While sucking boobs, Santu extended his hand towards the joint of her two legs.

-  khoka(son), don't touch there. I am feeling very shy!

To be continued..