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The image of my mother engaging in an intimate act with her own nephew sent a wave of arousal coursing through my body. My cock twitched and throbbed uncontrollably; a reaction far greater than any pornographic film I had ever watched. The thought of my beloved mother being taken by another man, particularly one who was her own flesh and blood and whom she had treated like a son, was both infuriating and intensely erotic.
However, the realization that she seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself added an extra layer of confusion and intrigue to the situation. Furthermore, the mention of a key for the collar brace only served to heighten my curiosity. What kind of collar brace required a key to unlock? And what did it signify in the context of their illicit relationship? Despite my confusion and disbelief, I couldn't deny the powerful mix of emotions churning within me. A part of me wanted to know more, to explore the depths of this taboo desire, while another part of me feared the consequences of indulging in such thoughts and fantasies.
Hm?!
Maybe it’s a new design from American culture. Wow! My mother is wearing an American culture ornament. That’s so cool!
Slowly I realised I had to watch rest of the clips. Thinking this is the only way to calm my curious mind I moved onto Clip5. This one was nearly 15 minutes long.
My mother was still seating on Venkat's lap, her blouse unbuttoned, breasts spilling out. It seemed to be a continuation of their previous encounter. Oddly, her shimmering white sari was hiked up her legs, exposing her thighs. Venkat's hand had slipped beneath the fabric, disappearing between her legs. He moved his hand slowly, sensually. I watched in stunned silence as her head lolled from side to side, lost in the throes of ecstasy. She inhaled sharply, mouth agape, fingers pressed to her lips as if trying to stifle her moans. But her body betrayed her, jerking and writhing. Her pert breasts jiggled with each tremor, each laboured breath.
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The video clip then transitioned to a close-up shot, appearing to show a head hidden beneath the folds of my mother's silver-white saree, positioned directly over her groin area. From this angle, I could only see the back of the head, as well as my mother's shaking hands, which were applying gentle pressure to push it further against her body. Her legs were wrapped over the person's shoulders, with her high heels digging into their back. A small timer was visible in the top-right corner of the screen. This segment of the video seemed to drag on, as it continued without interruption for several minutes.
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As the camera was positioned close by, it picked up the sound of my mom's escalating moans and sighs, which grew louder and more intense with each passing minute. The view was partially obscured, with the man's face hidden between my mom's legs, only his thick, curly hair visible above and below her thigh. In a sudden movement, my mom's abdominal muscles tensed, and her slender hands grasped his hair, seemingly pulling him closer to her. He responded by gripping her waist firmly with both hands and lifting her body, before burrowing his face deeper into the same area. The frequency and volume of my mom's gasps and moans reached a point where they resembled the sound of crying, filling the air with an intense, emotional release.
In a sudden and intense moment, I witnessed his head move rapidly between her legs, triggering a chain reaction that caused her lower body to convulse and release a loud, groaning breath. Her body continued to shudder and tremble as she experienced a prolonged and intense climax, her hips twitching and quivering with pleasure. Just as this was happening, a loud, alarm-like noise pierced the air, and the camera shifted, revealing Venkat Anna lifting his head and saying, "Happy 20th anniversary to you and your husband, Geetha," before the video abruptly cut off.
As I heard it, I found himself on the verge of ejaculating after watching this one and it took me quite a bit of self-control to avoid doing so. I couldn’t believe how erotic it was to watch. I automatically found myself opening up the Text 5 to read what Venkat Anna had written this time around.
" Your mother Geetha has one of the most beautiful and alluring pussies imaginable. Over the years, it has remained incredibly sensitive, as your father never took the time to properly explore and satisfy her most intimate needs. On this fateful evening, I was determined to make up for lost time. With the utmost care and gentle passion, I began teasing her delicate folds with my fingers, stoking the embers of her long-dormant desire. For hours, I held back from letting her fully climax, instead focusing on slowly and thoroughly building up her pleasure. When you finally witnessed her response, seeing her quiver and convulse in the throes of ecstasy - not just once, but twice in my eager mouth - you saw the explosive release of all the pent-up passion and frustration that had been simmering inside her for so long. Her scream of unbridled bliss and the deep, guttural moans that escaped her lips were the inevitable result of unshackling a woman who had been denied such satisfaction for far too long.
In the final scene, you may have noticed the clock ticking away at the top of the screen. I wanted to make sure that I brought your mother to climax in my mouth at precisely midnight, 12:00 AM, the exact moment when she officially began celebrating her 20th wedding anniversary with your father. I was determined to give her a deeply satisfying and prolonged first orgasm using only my mouth, symbolically marking the end of two decades of marital misery between her and your father while beginning of blissful new era. The ticking clock should have served as proof to you of the shifting dynamics at play in this intimate moment.
Of course, after this I did pleasure her again multiple times with my fingers and mouth, but that one was our anniversary special.
Ending now."
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The image of my mother engaging in an intimate act with her own nephew sent a wave of arousal coursing through my body. My cock twitched and throbbed uncontrollably; a reaction far greater than any pornographic film I had ever watched. The thought of my beloved mother being taken by another man, particularly one who was her own flesh and blood and whom she had treated like a son, was both infuriating and intensely erotic.
However, the realization that she seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself added an extra layer of confusion and intrigue to the situation. Furthermore, the mention of a key for the collar brace only served to heighten my curiosity. What kind of collar brace required a key to unlock? And what did it signify in the context of their illicit relationship? Despite my confusion and disbelief, I couldn't deny the powerful mix of emotions churning within me. A part of me wanted to know more, to explore the depths of this taboo desire, while another part of me feared the consequences of indulging in such thoughts and fantasies.
Hm?!
Maybe it’s a new design from American culture. Wow! My mother is wearing an American culture ornament. That’s so cool!
Slowly I realised I had to watch rest of the clips. Thinking this is the only way to calm my curious mind I moved onto Clip5. This one was nearly 15 minutes long.
My mother was still seating on Venkat's lap, her blouse unbuttoned, breasts spilling out. It seemed to be a continuation of their previous encounter. Oddly, her shimmering white sari was hiked up her legs, exposing her thighs. Venkat's hand had slipped beneath the fabric, disappearing between her legs. He moved his hand slowly, sensually. I watched in stunned silence as her head lolled from side to side, lost in the throes of ecstasy. She inhaled sharply, mouth agape, fingers pressed to her lips as if trying to stifle her moans. But her body betrayed her, jerking and writhing. Her pert breasts jiggled with each tremor, each laboured breath.
The video clip then transitioned to a close-up shot, appearing to show a head hidden beneath the folds of my mother's silver-white saree, positioned directly over her groin area. From this angle, I could only see the back of the head, as well as my mother's shaking hands, which were applying gentle pressure to push it further against her body. Her legs were wrapped over the person's shoulders, with her high heels digging into their back. A small timer was visible in the top-right corner of the screen. This segment of the video seemed to drag on, as it continued without interruption for several minutes.
As the camera was positioned close by, it picked up the sound of my mom's escalating moans and sighs, which grew louder and more intense with each passing minute. The view was partially obscured, with the man's face hidden between my mom's legs, only his thick, curly hair visible above and below her thigh. In a sudden movement, my mom's abdominal muscles tensed, and her slender hands grasped his hair, seemingly pulling him closer to her. He responded by gripping her waist firmly with both hands and lifting her body, before burrowing his face deeper into the same area. The frequency and volume of my mom's gasps and moans reached a point where they resembled the sound of crying, filling the air with an intense, emotional release.
In a sudden and intense moment, I witnessed his head move rapidly between her legs, triggering a chain reaction that caused her lower body to convulse and release a loud, groaning breath. Her body continued to shudder and tremble as she experienced a prolonged and intense climax, her hips twitching and quivering with pleasure. Just as this was happening, a loud, alarm-like noise pierced the air, and the camera shifted, revealing Venkat Anna lifting his head and saying, "Happy 20th anniversary to you and your husband, Geetha," before the video abruptly cut off.
As I heard it, I found himself on the verge of ejaculating after watching this one and it took me quite a bit of self-control to avoid doing so. I couldn’t believe how erotic it was to watch. I automatically found myself opening up the Text 5 to read what Venkat Anna had written this time around.
" Your mother Geetha has one of the most beautiful and alluring pussies imaginable. Over the years, it has remained incredibly sensitive, as your father never took the time to properly explore and satisfy her most intimate needs. On this fateful evening, I was determined to make up for lost time. With the utmost care and gentle passion, I began teasing her delicate folds with my fingers, stoking the embers of her long-dormant desire. For hours, I held back from letting her fully climax, instead focusing on slowly and thoroughly building up her pleasure. When you finally witnessed her response, seeing her quiver and convulse in the throes of ecstasy - not just once, but twice in my eager mouth - you saw the explosive release of all the pent-up passion and frustration that had been simmering inside her for so long. Her scream of unbridled bliss and the deep, guttural moans that escaped her lips were the inevitable result of unshackling a woman who had been denied such satisfaction for far too long.
In the final scene, you may have noticed the clock ticking away at the top of the screen. I wanted to make sure that I brought your mother to climax in my mouth at precisely midnight, 12:00 AM, the exact moment when she officially began celebrating her 20th wedding anniversary with your father. I was determined to give her a deeply satisfying and prolonged first orgasm using only my mouth, symbolically marking the end of two decades of marital misery between her and your father while beginning of blissful new era. The ticking clock should have served as proof to you of the shifting dynamics at play in this intimate moment.
Of course, after this I did pleasure her again multiple times with my fingers and mouth, but that one was our anniversary special.
Ending now."
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