07-04-2022, 10:37 PM
Part 8
Not friendship, but mutual understanding has developed between Santu and his mother's illegitimate lover. Both of them want a woman, so they are the Fuck- companion of each other. If Mohan doesn't come forward, Santu doesn't have the courage to remove his mother's clothes. Even mohan will also be in trapped if santu told anything to his father, then he will lost this royal hospitality of his father. So Mohan tries to flatter Santu whenever he can. Except for the time of fucking Pramila Devi. At that time Mohan became a monster, a fucking-monster! In front of Santu, he fuck his shy mother by tearing her into pieces. He satisfy Pramila Devi's hunger for so many years with his huge cock. Every time Santu Waits for his turn to come.
Maybe now you think that Santu doesn't fear of anything , you r wrong, There is not only one fear of Santu. Fearing to touch her mother's naked body, he prevents his fear by seeing his mother being humiliated by the worker. Santu's solar system then rotates counter-clockwise.
And his relationship with his mother? The definition of that relationship can not be found in any dictionary! Everything has changed. Not for long, like forever! Where the affection seems to have been suppressed. Seeing her son, Pramila Devi now runs away like a thief. She is acting to be his mother in front of her husband, but she knows in her mind that now she is not the mother her own son, she is becoming a slut of him day by day! Every day she thinks she will not go to them, she will not be caught in the hands of the two who are robbing her honor . Even so she doesn't know when she become weak infront of them. Like heroin addiction, sometimes the desire for secret obscenity is aroused. She can't control herself at all , Seeing the genitals of other men sheltered in the house, her whole body trembles when she touches the hard genitals of her son !
She always thought she will not allow this behaviour of them again. But then, when she enters the bathroom while bathing , he keeps the latch of the door open again in an illicit hope.
When she took off her clothes, she went to close the window pane of but thinking something she opened it again. She went to mohan and Santu's room again and again and leaned in front of them without any reason, looking at their hungry gaze towards her breasts her nipple gets erect in a sensual pleasure. Going to santu, without any hesitant she asked for his underwear to wash, and before wash, she looked around like a thief, dipped her face in the underwear and sniffed the youthful smell her son. Sticks out her pink lips she kissed of the sopt of Santu's dick on his underwear. . She rubbed her tongue and tasted it, then smiled softly and washed the semen on it with her own hands. In between all this, the gap between her legs seemed to get wet unknowingly. And then if they grab her and fuck her, what will she do to stop them.
Even after all these she cannot forget her own existence, she started burning in shame and remorse, ,even having her husband's mangalsutra on her neck she has to serve two dicks at the same time , Neither of the two is her husband!
At night, Pramila Devi, a quiet gentlewoman, informing the whole house gets the orgasm from husband. She do Puja wearing Only a peticoat upto her neck. When went to give santu and mohan 'Prasad' they pressed her tits.
Nowadays, after taking a bath, she tie the corset on her chest but thinking something she falls that off from her chest .
She keeps unbuttoned her Nighty nowadays , seeing herself on the mirror she gave herself a smile like a slut of two men. That smile merged again with her son and the painter's cruel rubbing on her breasts and with sensual monster fuck.
Santu sees his mother trying to treat him normally in front of his father, but every muscle in his mother's body trembles under the pressure of that effort. As before, his mother calls him to tidy up his clothes, wash his clothes, she do his bed, puts his books on shelfs, and as before, he calls him khoka(baby).
But everything seems is wrapped up in a dilemma.
He thinks his mother is acting every moment. Acting to be mom, acting to be a good wife, acting to be goo decent women! Santu also falls to the ground ashamed of his deeds. He can't talk with his mother's properly. But he tries to be strict.
Forcefully he tries to have a normal chat with the mother in front of father. But Santu looks for his charming uncle when he is hidden from his father's eyes. When uncle will come and take off his mother's sari, he will wash all the respect from her body with his black dirty cock, when he will be immersed in the fantasy of his fantasy bitch fairy.
The more Pramila Devi, a housewife, wants to escape, the more she becomes a prisoner of sex.
While husband was sleeping in the afternoon, Mohan and Santu pulled Pramila Devi out from her bedroom and fuck her on the dormat outside . They did not listen to Pramila Devi despite repeated interruptions. Finally, one day, Debangshu Babu woke up, knocked on the door to come out, and in fear the two of them fled from there by left her naked.
Somehow wearing the nighty , with an excuse Premila Devi opend the door and get revealed that day . Santu's courage was increasing day by day. He knows that he is no longer alone, he has got a strong fucker man like Mohan uncle with him.
The water has flown so far, Premila Devi's opportunity to protest is over long ago. Now she can't even tell her husband what she has done for so long. Can't answer, if every day if she get bangd at her own home, then in which illicit happiness she shut her mouth till today.
So, despite enduring extreme humiliation, she have to keep her head high and live like a skilled actress. While Debangshu Babu was sitting in the dining room for lunch, Santu fucked her on Debangshu Babu's bed by pushing her nighty upto her waist with the help of fucker mohan. Even while cooking in the kitchen, well-educated Premila Devi had to pick up her sari and give her pussy to be fucked by mohan and santu. She had to kneel in front of her son and take his cock in her mouth. Suddenly when husband came, she had to gave an excuse to pick the dropped spoon. While making dal she had to lick Mohan's dick. Filling her pussy with painter Mohan's dick she had to cook egg curry for her husband. Premila Devi's self-esteem was being shattered, her pride of chastity was being shattered every day.
Santu also gets a share of his mother's body every time as he keeps his mouth shut. He tries not to look at his mother's angry, humiliated face . However, when he look at the sweet and charming face, she fuck her mother harder and harder! He is only not allowed inside the bathroom while she bathing. At that time he had to stand outside and watch so that if his father came by chance he will let inform inside the bathroom. Mohan uncle then bathed his mother inside the bathroom. While guarding the door, Santu hears his humble soft-spoken mother's sensual moan. Sometimes he can understand in the thumping sound, that the painter is hitting the hammer in the love hole of his loving mother! At the same time his ears also on his father's feet, he always keep his eyes on the door of his father's room .
For some reason if Debangshu babu came out of his room he gave a danger alert by knocking on the bathroom door. The commotion inside the bathroom stopped, the sound of Pramila Devi's moaning slowly decreased at zero level. Then locking the door more perfectly the two of them fucked quietly. Santu divert his father from there with different excuses .
This is going on day after day. In her husband's service, however, Pramila Devi did everything. On the contrary, she has poured out his heart and soul to overcome his guilt.
Every day of the week, Debangshu Babu's favorite dish is cooked at home now. Pramila Devi replied with a sweet smile even though her husband was rude. She always keeps her husband in a cool mood. She puts everything in front of his hand before asking for anything he needs. Seeing the attitude, it seems that she is worships her husband in the sense of the gods!
In a nutshell, day by day she is becoming a decent soft spoken .....horny slut behind her husband. The atmosphere of the revered Bhattacharjee's house started getting dirty very secretly. Although there is still a lot to see by Premila Devi !
TBC
Not friendship, but mutual understanding has developed between Santu and his mother's illegitimate lover. Both of them want a woman, so they are the Fuck- companion of each other. If Mohan doesn't come forward, Santu doesn't have the courage to remove his mother's clothes. Even mohan will also be in trapped if santu told anything to his father, then he will lost this royal hospitality of his father. So Mohan tries to flatter Santu whenever he can. Except for the time of fucking Pramila Devi. At that time Mohan became a monster, a fucking-monster! In front of Santu, he fuck his shy mother by tearing her into pieces. He satisfy Pramila Devi's hunger for so many years with his huge cock. Every time Santu Waits for his turn to come.
Maybe now you think that Santu doesn't fear of anything , you r wrong, There is not only one fear of Santu. Fearing to touch her mother's naked body, he prevents his fear by seeing his mother being humiliated by the worker. Santu's solar system then rotates counter-clockwise.
And his relationship with his mother? The definition of that relationship can not be found in any dictionary! Everything has changed. Not for long, like forever! Where the affection seems to have been suppressed. Seeing her son, Pramila Devi now runs away like a thief. She is acting to be his mother in front of her husband, but she knows in her mind that now she is not the mother her own son, she is becoming a slut of him day by day! Every day she thinks she will not go to them, she will not be caught in the hands of the two who are robbing her honor . Even so she doesn't know when she become weak infront of them. Like heroin addiction, sometimes the desire for secret obscenity is aroused. She can't control herself at all , Seeing the genitals of other men sheltered in the house, her whole body trembles when she touches the hard genitals of her son !
She always thought she will not allow this behaviour of them again. But then, when she enters the bathroom while bathing , he keeps the latch of the door open again in an illicit hope.
When she took off her clothes, she went to close the window pane of but thinking something she opened it again. She went to mohan and Santu's room again and again and leaned in front of them without any reason, looking at their hungry gaze towards her breasts her nipple gets erect in a sensual pleasure. Going to santu, without any hesitant she asked for his underwear to wash, and before wash, she looked around like a thief, dipped her face in the underwear and sniffed the youthful smell her son. Sticks out her pink lips she kissed of the sopt of Santu's dick on his underwear. . She rubbed her tongue and tasted it, then smiled softly and washed the semen on it with her own hands. In between all this, the gap between her legs seemed to get wet unknowingly. And then if they grab her and fuck her, what will she do to stop them.
Even after all these she cannot forget her own existence, she started burning in shame and remorse, ,even having her husband's mangalsutra on her neck she has to serve two dicks at the same time , Neither of the two is her husband!
At night, Pramila Devi, a quiet gentlewoman, informing the whole house gets the orgasm from husband. She do Puja wearing Only a peticoat upto her neck. When went to give santu and mohan 'Prasad' they pressed her tits.
Nowadays, after taking a bath, she tie the corset on her chest but thinking something she falls that off from her chest .
She keeps unbuttoned her Nighty nowadays , seeing herself on the mirror she gave herself a smile like a slut of two men. That smile merged again with her son and the painter's cruel rubbing on her breasts and with sensual monster fuck.
Santu sees his mother trying to treat him normally in front of his father, but every muscle in his mother's body trembles under the pressure of that effort. As before, his mother calls him to tidy up his clothes, wash his clothes, she do his bed, puts his books on shelfs, and as before, he calls him khoka(baby).
But everything seems is wrapped up in a dilemma.
He thinks his mother is acting every moment. Acting to be mom, acting to be a good wife, acting to be goo decent women! Santu also falls to the ground ashamed of his deeds. He can't talk with his mother's properly. But he tries to be strict.
Forcefully he tries to have a normal chat with the mother in front of father. But Santu looks for his charming uncle when he is hidden from his father's eyes. When uncle will come and take off his mother's sari, he will wash all the respect from her body with his black dirty cock, when he will be immersed in the fantasy of his fantasy bitch fairy.
The more Pramila Devi, a housewife, wants to escape, the more she becomes a prisoner of sex.
While husband was sleeping in the afternoon, Mohan and Santu pulled Pramila Devi out from her bedroom and fuck her on the dormat outside . They did not listen to Pramila Devi despite repeated interruptions. Finally, one day, Debangshu Babu woke up, knocked on the door to come out, and in fear the two of them fled from there by left her naked.
Somehow wearing the nighty , with an excuse Premila Devi opend the door and get revealed that day . Santu's courage was increasing day by day. He knows that he is no longer alone, he has got a strong fucker man like Mohan uncle with him.
The water has flown so far, Premila Devi's opportunity to protest is over long ago. Now she can't even tell her husband what she has done for so long. Can't answer, if every day if she get bangd at her own home, then in which illicit happiness she shut her mouth till today.
So, despite enduring extreme humiliation, she have to keep her head high and live like a skilled actress. While Debangshu Babu was sitting in the dining room for lunch, Santu fucked her on Debangshu Babu's bed by pushing her nighty upto her waist with the help of fucker mohan. Even while cooking in the kitchen, well-educated Premila Devi had to pick up her sari and give her pussy to be fucked by mohan and santu. She had to kneel in front of her son and take his cock in her mouth. Suddenly when husband came, she had to gave an excuse to pick the dropped spoon. While making dal she had to lick Mohan's dick. Filling her pussy with painter Mohan's dick she had to cook egg curry for her husband. Premila Devi's self-esteem was being shattered, her pride of chastity was being shattered every day.
Santu also gets a share of his mother's body every time as he keeps his mouth shut. He tries not to look at his mother's angry, humiliated face . However, when he look at the sweet and charming face, she fuck her mother harder and harder! He is only not allowed inside the bathroom while she bathing. At that time he had to stand outside and watch so that if his father came by chance he will let inform inside the bathroom. Mohan uncle then bathed his mother inside the bathroom. While guarding the door, Santu hears his humble soft-spoken mother's sensual moan. Sometimes he can understand in the thumping sound, that the painter is hitting the hammer in the love hole of his loving mother! At the same time his ears also on his father's feet, he always keep his eyes on the door of his father's room .
For some reason if Debangshu babu came out of his room he gave a danger alert by knocking on the bathroom door. The commotion inside the bathroom stopped, the sound of Pramila Devi's moaning slowly decreased at zero level. Then locking the door more perfectly the two of them fucked quietly. Santu divert his father from there with different excuses .
This is going on day after day. In her husband's service, however, Pramila Devi did everything. On the contrary, she has poured out his heart and soul to overcome his guilt.
Every day of the week, Debangshu Babu's favorite dish is cooked at home now. Pramila Devi replied with a sweet smile even though her husband was rude. She always keeps her husband in a cool mood. She puts everything in front of his hand before asking for anything he needs. Seeing the attitude, it seems that she is worships her husband in the sense of the gods!
In a nutshell, day by day she is becoming a decent soft spoken .....horny slut behind her husband. The atmosphere of the revered Bhattacharjee's house started getting dirty very secretly. Although there is still a lot to see by Premila Devi !
TBC
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