Adultery Mily trapped to prostitution

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With a Younger guy again :


Its been many months that I visited my older sister Aparna. Since my last many sessions with various guys, I was getting addicted to it and a sense of feeling horny always haunted me ,whenever I was alone.
After dropping of my daughter in her bus stop , I took a brisk walk to her place without any prior intimation. As fate would have it , the summer rain pattered heavily out of the blue.

As I brisk-walked my way to Aparna's, I noticed being the target of a stare too many. It was then that I realized the handbag over my head hadn't offered enough protection, and the white formal shirt I'd worn had become completely transparent from the rain. It stuck snugly to my body, revealing the black, lacy bra I'd worn underneath and the round shape of my tits for the world to see. Feeling a bit embarrassed by the sight, I started walking faster.
A minute later I'd reached Aparna's house. She'd left work early to visit her in laws, so I didn't know if she'd be back by now. Sumon, though, was on his last summer break before college and knowing him to be the type that wouldn't go out much, I'd hoped that he'd at least be home. I rang the doorbell and another minute later, my hope proved fruitful as he opened the door.

"Hey, Sumon dear!" I said, shivering at this point from being drenched, and quickly entered the house.
Sumon closed the door behind me, letting me in. "Masi ,Mom had gone to see Dadu, but still hasn't come back."
I turned back towards him and saw the look of worry on his face. It really was raining quite heavily and I wouldn't want Aparna's  to suffer the same fate mine had.
"Did you call her?" I asked, rubbing my hands to warm them up while still shivering from the cold.

"No," he replied looking at my face, but right after his eyes rolled down my body and he saw through the now-transparent shirt my black bra and the full shape of my large breasts in its cups. I immediately noticed his face turning red. Normally I'd rush to cover myself, but Sumon didn't know or talk to any girls as far as I knew. Which meant he'd probably never seen a woman's body so up close and exposed either. I couldn't help but find his reaction cute, holding myself back from giggling and letting him have a look.
"Okay, don't worry. I'll call her, but first I need to get rid of these wet clothes. Could you get me a towel, dear?" I said, before deciding he'd seen enough and making my way to Aparna's room.

I was in Aparna's bedroom taking off my wet clothes and discarding them on the floor. I'd taken off everything - my formal shirt, dress pants, watch and heels, standing only in the lacy black bra and panties set I'd worn underneath. I reached around my back and as soon as I was about to open the strap, Sumon strolled in with a pair of fresh towels in his hands.
We looked at each other and his face immediately flushed again.
"Sorry!" He quickly said before moving back out and behind the door. He'd almost seen me fully naked.
"It's okay," I said calmly. He was clearly embarrassed, and I didn't want to make it a big deal. 'I don't want to make my sister's son almost seeing my naked, wet body a big deal,' I thought to myself, questioning the bizarreness of the thought. But the way he'd immediately gotten flustered again was still cute, and I found myself not minding the situation as much as I thought I would.

I took the towels from his hand that was outstretched into the room while he stood behind the door. Moving back to the center, I continued to strip myself of my last articles of clothing. A quiet moan of relief escaped my lips when the bra snapped off and my 34B breasts bounced free. As I bent over to take the panties off, I saw from a mirror in the corner that Sumon was secretly peeking inside and watching me the entire time.
I sighed but then smiled a little. He was eighteen after all, and not having a girlfriend meant all those teenage hormones were all over the place. He was eyeing my ass, and had no doubt gotten a good view of my  deep cleavage before I'd turned to unhook not my most conservative of bras. Sumon was Aparna's son, and he was a good boy, but he was a 'boy'.

I always knew he had a bit of a crush on me from the way his tone would shift from casual with his mom to all flustered as soon as I'd enter the house when visiting. Seeing me strip naked was probably one of his biggest fantasies. I liked Sumon.
I liked him a lot.
He'd always been a respectful and nice young man, always there for his mom and never letting her feel the lack of a man in the house. I didn't have the heart to end what was probably his biggest fantasy so soon, so I decided not to call him out for it. He could enjoy the show, it was just a little harmless fun after all.
I moved on to drying my body with one towel and my hair with the other, before moving to Aparna's closet to find something to wear. I saw from the mirror that Sumon was still staring, getting a full view of my naked sideboob, tight waist and full, jutting ass. I picked out a white cotton top that hung to just about my midriff, and a pair of blue shorts that normally reached about mid-thigh on Aparna. I was more endowed than Aparna in both departments, so the top hugged my tits quite snugly, leaving nothing of their shape and size to the imagination. Having bigger tits meant I couldn't borrow a bra either, so still cold from the rain my nipples made two pointy, hard-to-miss indentations in the soft material. The shorts also hugged my ass quite snugly, being stretched by its sheer size and almost pulled all the way up to the lower edge of my cheeks but not quite.

I could have probably worn something a lot more conservative or even just normal, but it was getting easier and easier to admit I was having fun too. There was a taboo thrill in letting my sister's son that I'd practically raised to the point of adulthood see me this way, and letting him live out his crush induced fantasies just felt like a harmless favor to the young man I already liked so much.
I moved to walk out of the bedroom and saw in the mirror Sumon quickly repositioning himself and backing away. When he saw what I'd put on his jaw straight up dropped, and this time I couldn't help but let out a little laugh. I didn't want to make him awkward, so instead of asking him if he liked what he saw or telling him his jaw was hanging, I just asked him if he wanted some coffee.

Sumon quickly gathered himself and coughed a little, before answering yes as we made our move to the kitchen. I moved in front, knowing Sumon would no doubt have his eyes glued on the way my ass swayed in those snug blue shorts. We reached the kitchen and Sumon took a seat. I started making us some coffee and couldn't help but smile seeing him unable to look away.

"Could you get me my phone, Sumon?" I asked, still making coffee. He nodded before quickly running to Aparna's bedroom and coming back with my phone.
"Let's call your mom now." I said, putting the coffee mugs on the table and taking a seat opposite to him. Sumon nodded, staring me in the eyes this time but glancing down at the white cotton stop stretched out by a pair of 34B's as soon as he thought I wasn't looking. I smiled.
"Hey Aparna, where are you?" I asked as Aparna picked up the phone.
"Hey, I'm still at in laws's. I don't think it's safe for me to head back home in this rain." she replied. "What about you? Did you manage to get home from the office?"
"I'm at your place actually. " Before I could finish, Aparna cut me off.
"Oh thank god you're there. I was going to call and ask if you could head back to my place on your way instead to keep Sumon some company. I wasn't gonna be able to be home for a while. How is he?"
"Don't worry about him. He's okay and sitting right in front of me." I said, leaving out the part where her son was struggling to choose between keeping eye contact or trying to guess Masi's bra size.
"Thank you, I'll try and make it back as soon as possible. Love you!" she said.
"Love you too!" I replied, before we hung up.

I told Sumon his mom was fine and was gonna be at his Dadu's for a while longer because of the rain. After that there wasn't much else to do. We sipped on our coffees there on the table while making small talk. I asked him about his studies, his college plans and any new hobbies he'd picked up on. Sumon was respectful enough to maintain eye contact when talking, and I appreciated that, knowing how hard it must be to not glance south considering what I was wearing.
Once we finished our coffees, I decided it was time for a little nap and moved to leave for Aparna's room.

"Oh, that window." I said, noticing a small, open window near the corner of the kitchen that was letting in the rain over a small portion of the countertop.
I turned around to walk towards it, but didn't know that Sumon was following right behind me. We bumped into each other, quickly lost balance and holding onto each other in a desperate attempt to regain it ended up collapsing altogether. Next thing I knew, I was on the kitchen floor on my back with Sumon on top of me, my breasts tightly pressed against his chest and my face mere inches from his.

Sumon had in the last moment held one of his arms around me to lessen the impact of the fall on my back, and it had worked. I didn't feel any pain from the fall, but I did feel something else.
His one hand was over my left breast, squeezing tightly and what could only be his erect cock was pushing against the upper part of my right thigh. I could feel his breath on my lips, and I was sure he could feel mine on his too.

We didn't apologize, or move, or say or do anything else at all. He wasn't getting off of me, and I wasn't asking him to get off of me either. I was looking right at him, and while his face was still its usual, innocent self, in his eyes I saw only pure, unadulterated lust. I could feel his cock getting harder and pressing further along my thigh, and before I knew it, both our faces were moving closer. I didn't know if I'd brought mine closer first, or if it was him, but it didn't matter. Just a second later our lips met and...
We were full on making out.

There are times in life where you understand what you're doing, but don't fully understand why you're doing it. We usually call moments like these being on autopilot. In this moment, I knew what I was doing, while not knowing why I was doing it. But it didn't feel like being on autopilot at all. It felt something... deeper.
We kept kissing, and my hand reached to the back of his head to caress his hair. I liked Sumon, he was cute, he was good looking, and he was respectful. But for the first time, from the way his tongue probed my mouth and the way his hands groped my tits, I realized he was a man too, and I moaned into his mouth. I admitted earlier the taboo thrill of teasing and indirectly seducing your sister's son, I just never would have thought it would lead to this.
In that moment I had the chance, I had the time to tell Sumon to stop and that this was enough. That we could treat this as his fun little introduction to sex up to the second base, which had gone well and brought us closer but was now over. But I couldn't find it in me to say the words, or to want him to stop.
While kissing me, he brought around his other arm from my back and used both hands to slowly squeeze both my tits. All the while pushing his hard cock more and more into my body. I had to admit it at that point, I was getting wet. I was getting wet because he was kissing me and squeezing my tits just the way I liked it, and because I was the reason his cock had gotten so hard.

We kept making out for a few minutes, right there on the kitchen floor. His hands on my tits, lightly squeezing and now both my hands at the back of his head, pulling his face further down and making him kiss me harder. Another few minutes of it and I found myself stopping the kiss and instead pushing his face down to my neck.
He knew what to do, and started kissing and nibbling on my neck. It felt so good and I was trying to hold back from moaning, but when he went further south, pulled the upper edge of my top down and started kissing my cleavage, I couldn't hold back. And there was a lot of cleavage to kiss. All guys loved playing with a nice pair of tits and Sumon was no different, which was more than just fine. I did have a nice  pair, and I loved having it played with. He kept moving further down, encouraged by my moans, his cock dragging along my leg as he did so, before he'd almost pulled the top edge of my top all the way down and was about to reach my nipples.
"Stop, stop." I said, reluctantly.
Sumon stopped immediately without any resistance before looking up at me. He had a worried look on his face, wondering if he'd done something wrong or pushed things too far, while also wondering if it was over. I could tell he expected the latter at this point when he got off and moved away. I stood up with him, looking at him. There was no awkwardness, neither of us regretted what just happened. But he also didn't know why it had to stop, and just as he was about to ask, I grabbed his hand and dragged him with me to Aparna's bedroom.

I didn't bother closing the door since it was just us in the house. We stood next to the bed facing each other, unable to break eye contact. It finally broke when I grabbed the bottom hem of my top and started to pull it off. Sumon got the sight he'd always wanted to see as my juicy pair of breasts he'd ever seen popped out, bouncing in the rebound of their own weight before settling into their perfectly round, still shape. I took the top off completely and threw it on the floor.
I was standing topless in front of him. He must have imagined seeing me like this more times than he could count, but this wasn't imagination anymore. It was real, and Sumon was in shock. He wasn't moving, only staring. I'd half expected him to attack and start ravaging my breasts as soon as he got access, but all he did was stare, his eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. A lot of guys would see me and at first glance want to get their hands on my body, to grope and suck and have their way with my tits, but with Sumon it was different. He'd been getting flustered by my presence ever since he was a kid. He probably had a crush on me his entire teenage years and when puberty hit, the crush would have no doubt turned sexual. This was a significant moment for him, so I waited. I let him take his time, and decided to be patient.
The patience paid off when a couple seconds later, Sumon started to move towards me. He put his left hand on my waist while guiding his right to my chest, feeling the weight of my tits and grazing my erect nipples. If he'd touched me between my legs just then he'd have found out just how wet I was, but he was too laser-focused on my chest to bother in that moment.

I tried to lift his shirt to take it off. Seeing what I was trying to do, Sumon backed away slightly before taking it off himself. I moved forward and reached for his shorts, starting to undo it. Soon he took his shorts off on his own, standing up right after.

It was my turn to stare in shock. His cock was hard, hard as steel. And judging by the size of his bulge and the way it was trying to tear his boxer shorts apart, he was packing too. I wasn't ready to rush into anything just yet so I fought the urge and held back, instead taking his hands and guiding them back to my body. Both of his hands were now on my tits, and he squeezed, fondled and groped them. His face was straining, and I could see he was holding himself back from letting out years of pent up desire and just going wild with them. And he did hold back, instead assessing my expressions and vocal responses to his touches to determine just how hard or roughly he should play with my boobs.

I smiled at both how considerate he was being and how he'd gotten one of the biggest basics right despite it being his first time. Most guys would just attack my tits and start mauling them right from the get go. And while having them roughed up was definitely fun, it had to be a build up, and Sumon was building me up just right. His squeezes and handling of my tits was very gradually getting rougher and rougher, and I was only getting wetter.
Every time he grazed over a nipple I fought to hold back a moan, which he noticed before eventually starting to pinch and squeeze them. I moaned out loud at this point, and immediately knew what we both wanted next.

I moved a little closer, and he looked at my face. He came a little closer too, and we were kissing again. He moved his hands from my tits to my back at first, but then down to my ass, squeezing the supple, toned cheek, while my arms found themselves wrapped around his neck, pulling him deeper to kiss.
"Want to suck on them?" I pulled back and asked, looking straight into his eyes.
He seemed a bit thrown off by my forwardness, his eyes and heavy breathing giving me his answer instead.

Sumon was a head taller than me, so I raised myself on my tip toes and moved his head down into my chest. He didn't have to worry about eye contact anymore, he could take in the full view of the massive expanse of tits he'd lusted after for so long as much as he wanted. Wrapping his left arm around my lower back to pull me up into him, he grabbed my left breast with his free hand and at first planted a nice, long kiss near the nipple, before taking the entirety of it into his mouth and sucking. It felt amazing, and I moaned out loud while running my hands through his hair and pushing him deeper into my breast. The pleasure I felt from him sucking my nipple I'd never felt from any other man. Maybe it was the taboo nature of the situation, letting my sister's son have his way with my chest. Or maybe it was the years of pent up lust being unleashed on my nipple all at once, but my head started to spin from how good his mouth felt on me.
 
A minute later I pulled his head back and tilted my chest.
"Now this one." I said, redirecting him to suck on my other breast.
He didn't even bother looking up, just followed the given instruction and went directly to work. He knew what to do with a woman, and he only further solidified his case when he moved his hand from my back to between my legs. He started touching my pussy, feeling it, and either accidentally or knowingly rubbing my clit under my shorts. My tits in his mouth and his fingers on my clit, coupled with the taboo of it being my sister's son was too much to handle and I felt myself losing control.
When we'd first made out in the kitchen, I'd thought to let him have a little fun. Maybe let him feel me up, see my tits, maybe even suck on them. Maybe he could play with my pussy, or I could give him a handjob. But now, the 'little fun' aspect of it all was gone. I was ready to do everything.
I was ready to take him in, and he wasn't hesitating either. I felt him insert a finger in my pussy while his mouth remained latched onto my tits. I held the surface of his hand graze against my clit as he started a to and fro movement with his finger.

I pushed him back and kissed him again, before sliding past him and laying down on my back on the bed. With inviting eyes, I spread my legs, and he knew what to do. His finger hooked my shorts and pulled it down my silky legs. I was now fully nude for him with my lone anklet glinting in my left foot.
He got on the floor next to the bed, put one hand on my thigh and brought the other close to my pussy again. He pushed his finger back in, but deeper. I threw my head back, basking in the pleasure when suddenly, I felt him move his other hand from my thigh and onto my clit, rubbing it in slow circles. I was too turned on at this point. All the foreplay up till now coupled with his other hand finding its way to my clit made my entire body shake in a deep, hard orgasm and I came all over his finger.
He kept his motions going until I stopped shaking, then pulled his hands away from my pussy to place them on my thighs. He watched me breathing heavily, and I looked down to catch him with a smile on his face.

"Have you done that before?" I asked, running my hand over his forearm.
"Do what?" he asked, unsure if I were asking him whether he'd sucked on some tits before or fingered a pussy.
"What you just did with your finger, have you done that before?" I asked again.
"Oh, no. No I haven't..." He said, embarrassed and looking down.
"You were good, you made me cum," I told him, immediately getting up off the bed and pulling him with me to stand next to it. He was now looking at me, but I was looking down at the bulge in his boxer shorts. His cock was still hard, and I had to take care of it. I went down on my knees, now looking up straight in his eyes, and with that eye contact, pulled his boxers down to reveal the full length of his naked, hard cock. And it was...
... a really nice cock.
Around seven  inches in length, and girthy. But what I loved most about it was how veiny and hard it was. It looked like it would explode with a single touch, and I half expected it to when I reached forward with my hand to grab onto it. But it didn't. I gave it a few strokes before moving it up and out the way to see his balls and I gasped... they were huge.
Absolutely huge.
I was pretty liberal when it came to sex. I'd always been kinky in bed, and one of those kinks was my love for cum. I loved it when guys pulled out and sprayed me down with a huge load of cum. I'd always been told that my body and  tits were built for cumshots, and over time, I'd started to believe it. And as much as I loved being sprayed down, I loved it even more when they shot a huge load of it in my mouth. I loved the feeling of it, and Sumon's balls definitely looked like they had a couple of huge loads ready for me.
Sumon had closed his eyes from the pleasure of me handling his cock. As soon as he reopened them and we made eye contact, I went to work, wrapping my lips around him. I sucked and stroked at the same time, taking half his length in my mouth and stroking the remaining half. His cock tasted absolutely delicious, and just as I was savoring the taste, Sumon moaned out loud and grabbed onto my shoulder, trying to push me away. I was too occupied with sucking his dick to get the hint, and he exploded and shot a huge load of cum right into my mouth.
His first rope went straight to my throat, which I quickly swallowed. I quickly pulled back, opening my mouth and sliding out my tongue, looking up at Sumon while I stroked his cock into my open mouth. Sumon shot ropes after ropes of thick creamy cum and I let it pool on my tongue. When my mouth was full, I quickly swallowed then opened wide again, letting him unload the rest into his Masi’s mouth before she swallowed again.
Finally after the third gulp, his orgasm died down and small little dribbles of cum leaked out from the tip of his cockhead.
"I'm... I'm sorry," he said, gasping. "I should have warned you."
"It's okay," I said, stroking his cock from its root to its head to milk out the last of the dribbles before giving his cockhead a final kiss and swallowing again. Sumon looked down at me in a trance. "You taste really good, I swallowed all of it." I teased him, licking my lips and smacking them before opening my now empty mouth for him to see.
Sumon looked like his legs were about to give out, so I again got into bed and asked him to lay down next to me. He did, and I saw his cock going soft. He had his eyes closed, and I put my hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat.
"Have you had sex before?" I asked him.
"No," he replied, with eyes still closed. Sumon was a virgin, and yet he'd been good enough at foreplay to get me off. It raised the question that if that's how good he'd been without experience, what would he be like with it? Was I willing to find out, though? He was my Sister's son, and we'd already gone so far.
I was moving my hand on his chest, feeling his body, when Sumon moved his right hand and brought it to my chest. I let him fondle my tits again, while I moved my own hand down to his softened cock. It immediately started to reverse course.
"You're getting hard again." I said. He kept quiet, knowing neither what to say nor to expect. "You've got a really nice cock, Sumon." I gave him a compliment, grabbing his now hard dick and stroking it.
As I stroked his cock, I kept thinking if I should just stop things here or go for more. But his hands on my tits had already started to make the decision for me. He was playing with them just right, grazing and flicking my nipples, lightly twisting them, pinching them. I was getting turned on again, and before I knew it, my decision was made.
I got up and looked at him. I couldn't control it anymore. Sumon saw my naked, toned body climb onto his waist, my tiny waist and  tits on full display as I sat there, looking directly into his eyes. I leaned forward, grabbed his now fully hard cock and sat on it, taking it deep in my pussy. I managed to take half - about four inches on my first descent, before rising up and dropping again, taking more and more of him.
"Ah..." Sumon moaned, his eyes widening. He was shocked with my abrupt decision, looking right into my eyes.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, and reluctantly stopped moving. His cock felt so big and hard inside me.
He quickly nodded no, at which point I put one hand on his chest and started moving on top of his cock again, eventually taking his full length and starting to ride him slowly.
"Don't cum inside me, let me know when you're close." I told him, slowly bouncing on his cock and rotating my hips in between. It felt so good.
I bent forward onto his body, bringing my tits near his face. He quickly got the hint, grabbing onto both breasts and licking my nipples in turns, before taking them into his mouth and beginning to suck. That turned me on as much as it did him, and I started riding faster.
This time Sumon lasted a little longer, and I bent down further to kiss him while grinding on his cock.
"I'm..." He suddenly pulled back, warning me.
I got the hint this time, quickly pulled his cock out from my pussy and moved to lay on my stomach between his legs. I grabbed his cock and stroked it, and he didn't even give me time to take it in my mouth. He exploded with a huge rope of cum in the air that landed right back down onto my hand, his cock and his stomach, none getting on the sheets luckily. I quickly opened my mouth, pushed my tongue out and guided his cockhead onto it, giving Sumon a nice, warm target to unload his balls into.
Sumon shot multiple more ropes into my open mouth, this orgasm just as strong if not stronger than the first, and I quickly took to swallowing his load again. Rope after rope of thick, virile semen would hit my tongue and the insides of my mouth, and I'd lap it up quickly before opening wide to take the next.
His orgasm subsided while I still stroked his cock, milking out the last drops. I looked up at him, and he had on his face a look of pure satisfaction and peace. I smiled, taking the head of his cock back in my mouth to clean it of the cum that had dropped back onto it from his first rope, swallowing it before deciding to suck on his dick a little while longer. I stopped when Sumon involuntarily flexed his legs and groaned, his cock now no-doubt sensitive from his second orgasm. I moved up his body to slurp up the pools of cum that fell on his stomach, savoring the taste one last time before pulling away. Getting off the bed, I made my way to the bathroom, cleaning off all signs of sex before heading back to the room.
Sumon was still laying on the bed, eyes closed, his soft cock and stomach shining from a sheen of saliva from my earlier cleaning. I went into the closet and replaced the white top and blue shorts with a modest gown to cover myself up with, expecting Aparna to arrive back home soon.
"Take a shower, I'll take of these wet clothes till you're done." I said, starting to iron the clothes I'd initially arrived in while he went to the bathroom.
I finished the ironing and left them on the bed, before heading to the kitchen and deciding to make some sandwiches for some post-sex replenishment. With said sandwiches in hand, I entered the bedroom again, finding Sumon sitting on the bed just lost in his thoughts, but all dressed up now.
"Here you go." I handed him a sandwich.
"Thanks," he replied, back to being his shy, cute self.
We ate in silence, not exactly knowing what to say after all that.
"Don't tell anyone about what happened between us." I finally said.
"Okay."
"Not even your closest friends."
"Okay."
"Okay, what?"
"Okay, I won't tell anyone."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Good."
After finishing my sandwich, I called Aparna again.
"Hey," she said, picking up.
"Hey Aparna, left yet?"
"Yeah I'm on my way. Are you still at the house?"
"Still here."
"Is Sumon okay?"
"He's fine, don't worry. We just ate some sandwiches together."
"Thank you so much love, I'll be there in 20." She said, before hanging up.
"You mom's on her way home, she should be here in about 20." I told Sumon. "You want more sandwiches?"
"No," he replied, and I felt a little sadness in his voice.
Not knowing what else to say, I told him I should get ready to leave and got up. I took off the gown I'd borrowed and started wearing my clothes. Surprisingly, Sumon didn't bother looking at me. He was sitting on the other side of the bed, facing the wall.
"What happened?" I asked, now a little concerned.
He looked at me as I was putting on my bra. I let him take another last look at my tits, then slowly put the bra back on, turning to face him so he could get a nice, last look at my cleavage too, hoping to take away some of that sadness.
"Nothing," he replied, but this time continuing to watch me get dressed.
I grabbed my handbag, and moved to Aparna's living room with Sumon soon following. Before leaving, I made sure to double check a complete lack of evidence of any sexual encounter between myself and her son. Satisfied, I relaxed and took out my phone to catch up on some texts and work mails.

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