13-05-2022, 06:14 PM
Part 15
Without informing Pramila Devi, mohan promised to make his country friends happy. What's next? The boy and the painter had been disgraced her for so long, this time to be disgraced in front of ten or twelve uneducated labor-class middle-aged beggars from far away Uttar Pradesh! At first she did not understand why without doing anything mohan left her by made her horny while bathing. He Said today he will play a new game. Told her to come with much time in hand after cooking, then he will satisfy her by playing that new game . Though at first she thought she would not go, but an uncomfortable tickling bug began to eat her from inside in the middle of all the work. Once again, Premila Devi's illicit tickle won over her decency. She defeats infront of not only Santu and Mohan, but also herself. She herself did not know when she became restless like new bride in her mind, eagerly waiting for the afternoon. At the same time, she began to scold herself again and again with strict principles. The river of politeness of her mind came to the sea of obscenity and began to get lost in the estuary.
After lunch she said to her husband, "I am going to Sumna Baudi's house. I have to buy a new pair of blouse from her." Saying this she let her husband to sleep, hid in her own house and came to Santu's room.
There are more benefits here, the father does not come to deal with the college going son. Even though her husband can call Mohan for some work here and there. Even if he call Santu, he can answer from inside by slightly opening the door. Most of the days, this is the reason why they undress pramila devi in Santu's room !
So it was that day. After entering the room, when they were undressing her, Pramila Devi did not have any idea about what's going to happen today.. After a long time, she realized when the shameless Kamadevi was about to coming out from inside her body. She was then completely naked crawling infront of them wearing only bangles and mangalsutra. Mohan is now giving big thump to her juicy pussy from behind by slamming his balls on her thighs . Resting her upper body on the chest of her son, who's lying on his back, she lowered her face to his lower abdomen and put his erect dick in her mouth. While sucking she suddenly noticed the phone on the shelf beside the bed and it's camera is on. Their doings is being recorded on the camera.
-“Hey...wh....What is this? What's going on? ” saying this she covered her tits with both hands and tried to walked away from the front of the phone. But Mohan grabbed her waist tightly from behind . And son? Yes, her son also helped the filthy painter! He held his mother's hair tightly so that it could not go anywhere from his cock . What will he do, mohan had already shown him the greed of this obscenity by saying , “Mere gaon ki dosto ke saamne aaj bahubali ki tarah thokna apni ma ko. Un bujurg logo ke samne dikha dena tu asli marad hai, Rula dena aaj apni peyari mammi ko! ” ( " Fuck your mother in front of my village friends like a bahubali today. Show those old men that you are the real man, make her cry by fucking her so hard! ”
Santu really make her mother cry! Pramila Devi's thousands of pleas, requests..... but no nothing happened , they didn't listen to her.
Meanwhile on the other side of the phone screen it shows a ten-twelve middle aged Uttar Pradeshi man through video call . Everyone was drinking 'Desi daru' on the paddy field . The people are all wearing lungi, some of them lungi is already untidy , and no one is wearing a shirt.
They are daily wage workers, they are shameless, they do not care about the fake grandeur created by the decent society. After drinking alcohol, everyone is already half drunk, in that situation, when they sees Premila Devi, they started shagging their dick by putting their hands in their lungi. Some people have took out the cock from their lungi! Shagging it in front of everyone! There is nothing to hide, Everyone knows everything, everyone else is doing the same!
The first time when she saw a group of dirty naked men , Pramila Devi wanted to die in shame for a moment.
--- “Hello Bhabhiji! Kayase ho up?… Istaraf dekhiye, humare taraf….i love you bhabhi ji...... ummmmmmmmmm aaaaahh.." ( Hello bhabhi! How are you?.. look here...at us....i love you bhabhi .....ummmmahhh).
A group of people older than santu's father welcomed Premila Devi to a live porn with glasses of Desi daru. Shame spreads like lightning in the veins of such domestic sanskari housewife Pramila Devi.
The futile attempt to move away, the tug-of-war, the anecdote of request, all of which seemed to fill her eyes with tears. Naked body, affectionate face, head full of hair, in between the sindur filled forehead and pale forehead there's a red bindi which compassionate mother's form seemed to become more apparent. Seeing these the people on the other side of the phone were getting more and more excited.
They always fantasized among themselves about fucking a beautiful ‘Bengali Magi’ ( Bengali whore), but they didn't get any chances, so what .... Here their friend is fucking a beautiful Bengali sanskari housewife every day at her house... And that's a success for them ! Not their friend alone , he also make that whore's son joined with him.
Ufff! The case is very hot here! The bitch is also a Nakhrewali (shows false pretence), she is lying completely naked with another man's dick in her pussy , still trying to behave like a Sati-Savitri.. On the other side of the phone, each worker's hand went into their own lungi.
-“Mohan, please don't do this! Please? what's wrong we did to you? I'm giving you whatever you asked, then why are you doing this? Please let me go..” Premila Devi looked behind in tears and once again asked Mohan to leave her.
But has Mohan ever heard of her? To show the heroism to his country brothers, without giving an answer, he gave a few deep thump in her pussy, Pramila Devi understood at the moment that Mohan will not gonna listen to her today! She decided to make a request to her son But the boy is ruined too..... Now he is ruining his mother without any hesitation..
She looked at the boy with tear filled eyes and said, "I did everything you wanted me to do. Don't do this to me, my dear son! Everyone is seeing, please leave me? ”
....thaasssssa.....
In the meanwhile Mohan's huge slap fell on his two ass cheeks. The soft round ass trembled for a second.
- "ohhhhh.....ahhh....gooooddd...." In immense pain Pramila Devi bit her lip and closed her eyes . Her eyes filled with tears and tears rolled over her two cheeks . Few drops of hot tears fell on Santu's chest as well..
The half-naked people on the other side of the phone became intoxicated with joy... Mohan also became overjoyed, his chest swelled with pride.
- your mother is such a hot chesse..... Hears this from a aged drunkd fellow on the other side of the phone Santu felt a little helpless. He grab his mother's hair more tightly then tried to pull her head down to his cock.
“ khoka(Son)..? What are you doing?.. are you out of your mind? Who are they? Are they your friends? ” A lot of question marks came out from Premila Devi's moaning voice.
-"Nehi… hum sab uske papa hai!"….(No...we are his fathers) ...hahaha... The people laughed among themselves.
Once again, Santu was trembled by hearing this.. Turning his hand to his mother's fair soft cheek, innocently he said in a hushed voice, "Not mine, Mohan is uncle's friend. They are very good, they won't tell anyone! You suck mine mom! ”
In order not to be heard by the rest, Pramila Devi whispered, resting her breast on the boy's thigh. “Shh! Don't do this in front of them... I'm feeling very ashamed! ”
The bun of her hair has become loose by then, her forehead become red by the spreading vermilion and she looks sexier than before.
“Give me a head ? Look, all the shame will gone! ”Santu said gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. His cock then turned to stone with the excitement of excitement, throbbing in pain.
-"No, no, Santu! Don't do that, son. I request you ! Don't do that!..don't......auujkkkkkkkk...." In between Pramila Devi's soft hot request, lifting his waist a little once again forcefully pushed his hard cock in his mother's mouth.
She thought for a second and to get rid of all these filthy activity quickly, Premila Devi hurriedly started sucking her son's cock in front of so many strangers in shame !
On the video call, Mohan's friends were then staggering in the intoxication of Desi liquor . They are passing one obscene comment after another..
-"Tune to kamal kar diye mohan!… Yeh to sakshat devi hai!......ayy...hayyy. bahujan.... Keya lag rahi ho up bina kaparo mein! Aur chuso apni sagi bete ka lund... Randy sali....Mohan, thok shaliko… chod chodke gand dhili kar de bhabiji ki!… Aap sharmao mat bhabiji, hum sab dekh rahe hai aapko .... Hahaha"
( "You've done a great job, Mohan! She is such a goddess! How wonderful you look without clothes bhabiji! Suck your son's cock more and more… bloddy whore! don't feel shy bhabiji ...we are here to admire you..... Mohan, fuck bhabiji harder , make her pussy loose,..... hahaha")
Encouraged by the filthy words of his lustful friends, proud mohan kept on thumping twise as first and began to churn the nectar of Pramila Devi's domestic sanskari vagina with his big black snake .
Naked housewife Premila soon got sweety in the shame, she hid her face in the bush of hair between Santu's legs and tried to forget that shame by sucking his cock vigorously. From behind then Mohan is thrusting his hammer deep into her juice hole . With each and every thrust Mohan's dick shattered Pramila Devi's ass along with her Self esteem, pride of chastity and everything .
-"ahhhhhh....ummmmm.....aaauuuchhhhh..... I can't ....... anymore, khoka (son) Please leave me mohan! Please! I'm begging you Mohan... Please.... it's.... paining...ahhhh
In between the desperate plea and sobbing of Pramila Devi, Mohan started making pleasurable moan". Ummmmmmahhhhhhhhhh" , one after the other he started thump harder,...after few giant thrust he started to fill her pussy hole with his hot thick semen....
In order to control her emotions Helpless Pramila Devi tightly grabs his sons dick and started taking deep breaths.
After ejaculating all his semen in Pramila Devi's secret cave, Mohan took out his cum soaked shiny black dick from her pussy. . Exhausted humiliated Premila Devi fell on her son's belly .
She can't take this insult anymore. She wants to run away to her husband. But her filth will defile her husband too!
No, no, she won't let that happen at all......not at all! Pramila Devi's naked soul began to tremble from inside.
But on the other side the engine of the barbarians has just becoming hot..
TBC...
Without informing Pramila Devi, mohan promised to make his country friends happy. What's next? The boy and the painter had been disgraced her for so long, this time to be disgraced in front of ten or twelve uneducated labor-class middle-aged beggars from far away Uttar Pradesh! At first she did not understand why without doing anything mohan left her by made her horny while bathing. He Said today he will play a new game. Told her to come with much time in hand after cooking, then he will satisfy her by playing that new game . Though at first she thought she would not go, but an uncomfortable tickling bug began to eat her from inside in the middle of all the work. Once again, Premila Devi's illicit tickle won over her decency. She defeats infront of not only Santu and Mohan, but also herself. She herself did not know when she became restless like new bride in her mind, eagerly waiting for the afternoon. At the same time, she began to scold herself again and again with strict principles. The river of politeness of her mind came to the sea of obscenity and began to get lost in the estuary.
After lunch she said to her husband, "I am going to Sumna Baudi's house. I have to buy a new pair of blouse from her." Saying this she let her husband to sleep, hid in her own house and came to Santu's room.
There are more benefits here, the father does not come to deal with the college going son. Even though her husband can call Mohan for some work here and there. Even if he call Santu, he can answer from inside by slightly opening the door. Most of the days, this is the reason why they undress pramila devi in Santu's room !
So it was that day. After entering the room, when they were undressing her, Pramila Devi did not have any idea about what's going to happen today.. After a long time, she realized when the shameless Kamadevi was about to coming out from inside her body. She was then completely naked crawling infront of them wearing only bangles and mangalsutra. Mohan is now giving big thump to her juicy pussy from behind by slamming his balls on her thighs . Resting her upper body on the chest of her son, who's lying on his back, she lowered her face to his lower abdomen and put his erect dick in her mouth. While sucking she suddenly noticed the phone on the shelf beside the bed and it's camera is on. Their doings is being recorded on the camera.
-“Hey...wh....What is this? What's going on? ” saying this she covered her tits with both hands and tried to walked away from the front of the phone. But Mohan grabbed her waist tightly from behind . And son? Yes, her son also helped the filthy painter! He held his mother's hair tightly so that it could not go anywhere from his cock . What will he do, mohan had already shown him the greed of this obscenity by saying , “Mere gaon ki dosto ke saamne aaj bahubali ki tarah thokna apni ma ko. Un bujurg logo ke samne dikha dena tu asli marad hai, Rula dena aaj apni peyari mammi ko! ” ( " Fuck your mother in front of my village friends like a bahubali today. Show those old men that you are the real man, make her cry by fucking her so hard! ”
Santu really make her mother cry! Pramila Devi's thousands of pleas, requests..... but no nothing happened , they didn't listen to her.
Meanwhile on the other side of the phone screen it shows a ten-twelve middle aged Uttar Pradeshi man through video call . Everyone was drinking 'Desi daru' on the paddy field . The people are all wearing lungi, some of them lungi is already untidy , and no one is wearing a shirt.
They are daily wage workers, they are shameless, they do not care about the fake grandeur created by the decent society. After drinking alcohol, everyone is already half drunk, in that situation, when they sees Premila Devi, they started shagging their dick by putting their hands in their lungi. Some people have took out the cock from their lungi! Shagging it in front of everyone! There is nothing to hide, Everyone knows everything, everyone else is doing the same!
The first time when she saw a group of dirty naked men , Pramila Devi wanted to die in shame for a moment.
--- “Hello Bhabhiji! Kayase ho up?… Istaraf dekhiye, humare taraf….i love you bhabhi ji...... ummmmmmmmmm aaaaahh.." ( Hello bhabhi! How are you?.. look here...at us....i love you bhabhi .....ummmmahhh).
A group of people older than santu's father welcomed Premila Devi to a live porn with glasses of Desi daru. Shame spreads like lightning in the veins of such domestic sanskari housewife Pramila Devi.
The futile attempt to move away, the tug-of-war, the anecdote of request, all of which seemed to fill her eyes with tears. Naked body, affectionate face, head full of hair, in between the sindur filled forehead and pale forehead there's a red bindi which compassionate mother's form seemed to become more apparent. Seeing these the people on the other side of the phone were getting more and more excited.
They always fantasized among themselves about fucking a beautiful ‘Bengali Magi’ ( Bengali whore), but they didn't get any chances, so what .... Here their friend is fucking a beautiful Bengali sanskari housewife every day at her house... And that's a success for them ! Not their friend alone , he also make that whore's son joined with him.
Ufff! The case is very hot here! The bitch is also a Nakhrewali (shows false pretence), she is lying completely naked with another man's dick in her pussy , still trying to behave like a Sati-Savitri.. On the other side of the phone, each worker's hand went into their own lungi.
-“Mohan, please don't do this! Please? what's wrong we did to you? I'm giving you whatever you asked, then why are you doing this? Please let me go..” Premila Devi looked behind in tears and once again asked Mohan to leave her.
But has Mohan ever heard of her? To show the heroism to his country brothers, without giving an answer, he gave a few deep thump in her pussy, Pramila Devi understood at the moment that Mohan will not gonna listen to her today! She decided to make a request to her son But the boy is ruined too..... Now he is ruining his mother without any hesitation..
She looked at the boy with tear filled eyes and said, "I did everything you wanted me to do. Don't do this to me, my dear son! Everyone is seeing, please leave me? ”
....thaasssssa.....
In the meanwhile Mohan's huge slap fell on his two ass cheeks. The soft round ass trembled for a second.
- "ohhhhh.....ahhh....gooooddd...." In immense pain Pramila Devi bit her lip and closed her eyes . Her eyes filled with tears and tears rolled over her two cheeks . Few drops of hot tears fell on Santu's chest as well..
The half-naked people on the other side of the phone became intoxicated with joy... Mohan also became overjoyed, his chest swelled with pride.
- your mother is such a hot chesse..... Hears this from a aged drunkd fellow on the other side of the phone Santu felt a little helpless. He grab his mother's hair more tightly then tried to pull her head down to his cock.
“ khoka(Son)..? What are you doing?.. are you out of your mind? Who are they? Are they your friends? ” A lot of question marks came out from Premila Devi's moaning voice.
-"Nehi… hum sab uske papa hai!"….(No...we are his fathers) ...hahaha... The people laughed among themselves.
Once again, Santu was trembled by hearing this.. Turning his hand to his mother's fair soft cheek, innocently he said in a hushed voice, "Not mine, Mohan is uncle's friend. They are very good, they won't tell anyone! You suck mine mom! ”
In order not to be heard by the rest, Pramila Devi whispered, resting her breast on the boy's thigh. “Shh! Don't do this in front of them... I'm feeling very ashamed! ”
The bun of her hair has become loose by then, her forehead become red by the spreading vermilion and she looks sexier than before.
“Give me a head ? Look, all the shame will gone! ”Santu said gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. His cock then turned to stone with the excitement of excitement, throbbing in pain.
-"No, no, Santu! Don't do that, son. I request you ! Don't do that!..don't......auujkkkkkkkk...." In between Pramila Devi's soft hot request, lifting his waist a little once again forcefully pushed his hard cock in his mother's mouth.
She thought for a second and to get rid of all these filthy activity quickly, Premila Devi hurriedly started sucking her son's cock in front of so many strangers in shame !
On the video call, Mohan's friends were then staggering in the intoxication of Desi liquor . They are passing one obscene comment after another..
-"Tune to kamal kar diye mohan!… Yeh to sakshat devi hai!......ayy...hayyy. bahujan.... Keya lag rahi ho up bina kaparo mein! Aur chuso apni sagi bete ka lund... Randy sali....Mohan, thok shaliko… chod chodke gand dhili kar de bhabiji ki!… Aap sharmao mat bhabiji, hum sab dekh rahe hai aapko .... Hahaha"
( "You've done a great job, Mohan! She is such a goddess! How wonderful you look without clothes bhabiji! Suck your son's cock more and more… bloddy whore! don't feel shy bhabiji ...we are here to admire you..... Mohan, fuck bhabiji harder , make her pussy loose,..... hahaha")
Encouraged by the filthy words of his lustful friends, proud mohan kept on thumping twise as first and began to churn the nectar of Pramila Devi's domestic sanskari vagina with his big black snake .
Naked housewife Premila soon got sweety in the shame, she hid her face in the bush of hair between Santu's legs and tried to forget that shame by sucking his cock vigorously. From behind then Mohan is thrusting his hammer deep into her juice hole . With each and every thrust Mohan's dick shattered Pramila Devi's ass along with her Self esteem, pride of chastity and everything .
-"ahhhhhh....ummmmm.....aaauuuchhhhh..... I can't ....... anymore, khoka (son) Please leave me mohan! Please! I'm begging you Mohan... Please.... it's.... paining...ahhhh
In between the desperate plea and sobbing of Pramila Devi, Mohan started making pleasurable moan". Ummmmmmahhhhhhhhhh" , one after the other he started thump harder,...after few giant thrust he started to fill her pussy hole with his hot thick semen....
In order to control her emotions Helpless Pramila Devi tightly grabs his sons dick and started taking deep breaths.
After ejaculating all his semen in Pramila Devi's secret cave, Mohan took out his cum soaked shiny black dick from her pussy. . Exhausted humiliated Premila Devi fell on her son's belly .
She can't take this insult anymore. She wants to run away to her husband. But her filth will defile her husband too!
No, no, she won't let that happen at all......not at all! Pramila Devi's naked soul began to tremble from inside.
But on the other side the engine of the barbarians has just becoming hot..
TBC...
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