Adultery My anal-queen Ammi goes on a vacation

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My anal-queen Ammi goes on a vacation

OBLIGATORY AND OBVIOUS DISCLAIMER: This story is dedicated to dark and extreme fantasies about beautiful women of the subcontinent. This is a very offensive erotica about interfaith romance, nation-play, faith-play, race-play, impregnation, cheating-wife, cuckoldry, cuck-son, male-domination, female-enslavement and similar nastiness. Emphasis on FANTASY. Everything on this story is fantasy, and doesn’t reflect my actual beliefs. They are not excuses to be racist, communal or misogynistic for real or to be just a shitty person in general. No harm is intended to anyone. None of the events, places, communities and characters exist in real life, and are all purely for the reader’s spicy, and kinky pleasure. These things are generally considered bad, so don’t do any of them. Don’t even watch porn about them, just read stories where no actual human being even has to pretend they are happening. Cool? This is a sexual fantasy that is hot in your head but never in reality. So don't do them.

Once again: No disrespect to any people, place or belief system is intended. If you're offended by such stories, please stop reading and leave this thread now. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

This is a story I wrote more than a decade ago. (The original story was based on an anal-themed English erotica). Hope you enjoy this old-wine-in-new bottle.



Salam doston, I am Saadman from Bangladesh.

Last summer, my 36-yrs old gorgeous ammi-jaan Mrs Nargis Khan and I were spending our vacation in India. My dad couldn't accompany us as he was busy with his job, so it was just me and my hot Bengali MILF mader (mom) Nargis touring all across India.

My fair-skinned, large-breasted, sexy-looking mader turned heads wherever we went, Indian men of all ages would stare at Nargis Khan's rather humongous mummayes. My panchvaqtah namaazi Bengali Sunni Mưslimah mader loved to show off her beauty to strange men. In Dhaka where we live, she dressed conservatively, usually wearing modest salwar-kameez suits, and always had a chador or dupatta covering her hair. But abroad, she became a completely different person altogether. In foreign places, my ammi would put on skimpy, revealing western attires that showed her curvy figure.

It was a hot summer month, and it was sweltering in Rajasthan. I had no intention of touring old towns and palaces drenched in sweat in the burning sun. I’ve always loved the beach. So upon my insistence, ammi agreed to go to Goa instead. Next morning we flew to Goa and booked a luxury room at a nice beach resort.

In the morning, ammi and I went to the sandy beach where we remained for the afternoon. I swam in the sea, enjoying the heat of the sun, the cool water and the salty wind of the sea. My voluptuous, big doodh-wali ammi remained lying in a sexy two-piece bikini on the beach under a beach umbrella, on a reclining chair, wearing her designer sunglasses and reading a magazine or posting sexy selfies on her instagram account. Ammi being good looking had a large number of male followers, and all of them complimented her on her semi-nude selfies, encouraging her to post more revealing and seductive photos. While ammi was busy entertaining her virtual fans, I took notice of two young men ogling my mom from a short distance. They looked like local boys, and have been staring at my mader for quite sometime.

I later learned from my mader that they were brothers, named Suraj and Rahul Sharma.

After eyeing up my semi-nangi ammi for a good while, the boys decided to make a move.

The two brothers started walking towards mom. They were tall, sanwla complexioned and handsome looking, and wore just swimming shorts.

Suraj was aged 19 and enrolled at a local university. His younger brother, 18-year old Rahul, was still in high school. Both the brothers were feeling very horny, especially after they had spotted that bikini-wearing desi chinaal. Women of the sub-continent are rather conservative, rarely seen in bikinis in public. As the boys leered at my bikini-clad semi-nangi mader, they assumed she was a promiscous desi woman of loose morals, essentially a whore!

"Yaar! Just look at that gorgeous big doodh-gaand-wali randi! She makes my lund dance…" Suraj said to his kid brother.

Rahul looked to where his brother had pointed, to a young lady in her mid-30s lying on a towel. Her big, juicy mummayes were almost jumping out of her skimpy bikini-bra, the gigantic, safed choochies were huge and heavy and glistening with sweat.

“Yes! That chick is so gorgeous! Ekdum patakha!" said Rahul, feeling his lund stir as he and his brother slowed their pace and looked at the sunbathing bomb-shell, "Some very rich gandu must be enjoying that sexy choot."

"Yes, let’s check her out. The kuttiya is alone."

"But she must have someone with her. Maybe her husband."

"Arrey, just go naa, check that chinaal out anyway! See what happens. If we’re lucky, that choot might be ours to enjoy today…"

Rahul took a deep breath and strolled up to the big-breasted desi lady, his elder brother Suraj hanging around nearby.