02-08-2025, 01:17 AM
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Warning: Dear friends, the following story contains filthy, disgusting narration that dives deep into depraved and taboo acts. It’s raw, nasty, and not for the faint-hearted. If you feel disgusted by explicit, dirty content, stop reading now—this isn’t for you. But if you’re into the thrill of forbidden pleasure, keep going.
Pranav’s obsession with Mom’s asshole was intense, his eyes locked on it as he fucked her pussy doggystyle, his thrusts hard and relentless, each one sending a deafening thump through the room.
Her fat ass jiggled wildly, sweat pouring down her curves, soaking the silk sheets, the moonlight casting jagged shadows of her bouncing flesh on the wall. “Your asshole’s fucking perfect, Sonia,” he growled, his voice thick with lust, his hands gripping her hips, fingers sinking into her soft skin.
“Your pussy is so tight, so tiny—made for my cock.” His words dripped with filth, sexualizing her, reducing her to a slut for his pleasure. Mom moaned—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh—her body trembling, her pussy dripping, loving the degradation, her worth as a mother and wife gone.
She was no longer my Mom, no longer Dad’s loyal partner; she was Pranav’s whore, her body his to claim, her moans proof she didn’t care about Dad anymore. Each thrust trained her to leave him, breaking her vows, molding her into a woman who lived for Pranav’s cock.
The room was a furnace, the air thick with sweat and sex, the jasmine scent obliterated, the bed’s wooden frame creaking, the squelch of her pussy echoing, her red bra long discarded, her big breasts swinging free, nipples hard, sweat dripping onto the sheets.
Pranav slowed his thrusts, his dick sliding out of her pussy with a wet pop, the sudden absence making Mom gasp. “Why’d you stop?” she panted, her voice shaky, her ass still raised, thighs trembling, sweat glistening on her skin.
“I’m focused on your asshole, Sonia,” Pranav said, his voice low, sinister, his eyes fixed on her tight hole. “It’s calling me—begging for my attention.” His fingers traced her ass, teasing the rim, his grin wicked in the moonlight.
“No, please, don’t focus on that!” Mom begged, her voice desperate, her moans—oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh—mixing with her plea. “Not my asshole, Pranav, it’s too dirty, too wrong!”
Her face flushed with fear, her body still trembling from his cock.“Why not?” Pranav taunted, his fingers circling her asshole, his dick glistening with her juices. “What’s wrong with that perfect hole? It’s mine tonight.”
“It’s filthy!” Mom gasped, her voice breaking, her ass twitching under his touch. “It’s not meant for that—please, Pranav, don’t!” Her thighs quivered, her pussy dripping, the bed creaking as she shifted nervously.
“Spread your asshole, Sonia,” Pranav ordered, his voice firm, slapping her ass hard, the smack echoing. “Show me that tight hole—now.”“Please, no,” Mom pleaded, her voice trembling, her moans louder—mmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh.
“I can’t do that, it’s too much, too shameful!” Her words were weak, her body betraying her, her ass still raised.
Simultaneously, Mom’s hands hesitated, then reached back, spreading her ass cheeks, her fingers trembling, exposing her tight, puckered asshole. The squelch of her pussy lingered, her thighs quivering, sweat dripping down her back, pooling on the sheets.
The bed creaked as she shifted, the moonlight highlighting her exposed hole, Pranav’s eyes burning with hunger. My dick throbbed in my hand, stroking faster, the dried cum on the door cracking as I watched, the thrill of Mom’s submission making my heart race.
The room’s heat was unbearable, the window fogged, the air thick with the musky scent of their bodies.
In Mom’s Mind: Why is Pranav so obsessed with my asshole? It’s not normal, even my husband Anil never even touched it, never wanted it. This is wrong, filthy, so disgusting to me, but Pranav is so fixated, like my asshole is some prize. I’m scared that he might want my asshole, but my body’s reacting, wanting more.
“Your asshole’s a fucking treasure, Sonia,” Pranav murmured, his voice thick, his fingers tracing her rim. “So tight, so perfect—never been touched, has it?”
“No, never,” Mom whispered, her voice shaky, her moans—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. “It’s too dirty, Pranav. Please, don’t focus there.” Her hands still spread her ass, her face flushed with shame.
“It’s a masterpiece,” Pranav growled, leaning closer, his breath hot on her skin. “An untouched hole, begging for me. Anil’s such a fool for ignoring it.” His words were filthy, his eyes locked on her asshole, his dick twitching.
Dear friends, Mom’s asshole is so tiny, not even an air can enter it, so perfect—I want Pranav to fuck it raw. I heard when a woman gives her anus, she’s a real slut, a true whore, owned by the man who claims it. It’s the ultimate betrayal, giving up the dirtiest hole, the one Dad never touched. It’s tight, untouched, and fucking it makes her Pranav’s whore forever, breaking every rule of being a wife and mom.