Hot Kinky Mommy Gets Fucked by Everyone
#### INTRODUCTION SECTION
Hey there, you naughty bunch! My name's Aditya, and I've devoured tons of steamy stories here, but the kind that really gets my cock throbbing are rare as fuck. And the few that exist? I've plowed through 70-80% of them already.
This tale's all about my mommy's wild, dripping-wet fuck sessions—starting with my uncle and maybe escalating to other horny studs if you filthy minds suggest it. Mmm, imagine her milky tits bouncing as she's railed hard...
Since I'm a total newbie at spinning these yarns, don't expect regular updates, okay? I'll beg for your patience...
In this story, I'll weave in the hottest scenes from tales I've read before, plus some dirty fantasies straight from my twisted mind. And make sure you soak up every detail in the character intro arc—it'll help you visualize the steamy action ahead, like her creamy curves begging to be touched.
I'd love your hints on what kinky shit should happen next... I'll listen and try to cram in whatever makes my dick hard.
Drop those comments so I know if this filthy tale is making you cum—or not. It'll motivate me to pump out updates faster...
The images and GIFs used here are 100% real, folks. Sure, the saree might switch up, but those facial expressions and body quivers? Pure, authentic lust. Dive in deep, feel the heat—don't even think they're fake. They're not.
EVERYTHING IS REAL 100%, FEEL THEM ?
#### Character Introduction with Images
Mom's Introduction
In this pic, Mommy's juicy boobs aren't fully on display, but don't worry, darling—the story will uncover them soon enough, all swollen and leaking... ?
Name: Chandni
Skin: My mommy's skin is creamy white, like fresh milk waiting to be sucked.
Age: 35
She used to teach dance to kids, her hips swaying seductively.
Mom's super open-minded, thanks to her mixed roots—her dad was Indian, but Mommy's got that Russian fire.
She does yoga and workouts every day, keeping her body tight and youthful, making her look like a goddess. When she steps out of the shower, dripping wet, she could pass for a Russian model—pics coming up to prove it.
Personality: Cuteness overload, playful like my dear Uncle Aasim.
Mom craves sex like a bitch in heat, but she loves me even more, then my little brother. I'm her favorite because I'm her first-born, with my adorable, naughty ways.
She's had two boyfriends before, but Mommy's got a pure heart—she cares for everyone.
But her sex life flipped upside down because of Dad.
1. My Dad – Name: Nilesh. He's a great guy, open-minded, with a white-collar job in a new company. We're upper-middle-class, comfy as hell.
Dad switched from his old gig due to some bullshit issues. His current company's a startup, fighting for market share, so he's buried in work—traveling to other countries for deals. He comes from a rich family, which is why Mommy's folks married her off to him. She dreamed of a life full of passionate, bed-shaking fucks, but fate had other plans.
Dad's Issue: Stress killed his sex drive—hormones tanked, and now he's barely interested in pounding pussy. They both get it, but Mommy's frustrated as fuck, barely getting any cock these days.
2. Me – Name: Aditya, but everyone calls me Adi. Keeping my age a secret for now...
I'm in college, but I'm a badass fighter—everyone's ass clenches when they see me coming.
I've got a girlfriend I fuck senseless all the time.
Dual personality: Super cute and childish like a little boy around family and relatives. But outside? Hardcore alpha, dominating everything.
3. My Little Brother – Name: Naman. He babbles a bit but doesn't get jack shit about sex or the world. Still suckling on Mommy's tits for that sweet milk.
4. Uncle – Name: Aasim. He's our family friend, lives right next door. Best buds with Dad and super close to Mom too—he's head over heels in love with her. Sweet as candy, hilarious as fuck. Feels like he and Dad could share anything, even the dirtiest secrets. He's a software dev at Google's Indian branch, mostly WFH. Comes from a buff family, so he's got those genes—looks like a real stud, built to fuck hard.
He's married, and his wife (Suman) was smoking hot—but not hotter than Mommy. They've got a kid named Banu.
Banu's 3 now, but when he was 2.5, Suman died in a tragic accident.
Six months later, things are stabilizing, but Aasim still aches for her pussy... I mean, her memory.
5. Family Members – Huge extended fam: Grandpas, uncles, aunts, and more. But they live separate; we do our own thing.
Can add 'em to the story later if you pervs want.
Part-1
Today was one of those perfect, sultry days. I was dead asleep, having jerked off hard last night thinking about Mommy—her curves, her scent, her everything.
Mommy rises at 6 AM sharp, showers, then dives into chores like prepping breakfast...
It was 8:10 AM, and like clockwork, she'd come wake me at 8.
Dad was out jogging, so Mommy finished breakfast and slipped into my room to rouse me...
Mom creaks open my door, steps in, and flips on the light. She always locks it behind her—no accidents, no peeks. She knows my naughty habits all too well... Even with Dad out, she plays it safe. Mommy raised me to be a cheeky, mischievous little devil...
Me: "Ummm, Mommy, let me sleep a bit more. It's only 7..." (I pout like a baby).
In my sleepy haze: "Come snuggle with me for an hour."
Mommy (smiling sweetly, full of love): "Adi, baby, get up. How much more will you sleep? It's past 8."
Me: "Just a little longer, Mommy..."
She sits beside me: "Aww, my precious boy."
Mommy: "Why do you stay up so late? What do you do all night?"
Mommy: "Aww, my sweet baby. Still sleepy?" (In the most seductive, husky tone).
(I always flirt and tease with Mommy—she loves my playful side. She just warns me not to do it in front of others, or they'll think dirty thoughts...)
Me, sweetly: "Mommy, you look stunning today. What's the secret?"
Mommy: "Oh, really? Just today? Not every day?"
Me: "Mommy, you look hotter than the day before, every single time."
Mommy (grinning): "Flattering me, huh?"
I didn't want to get up, so I grab her waist, pull her down beside me, and start tickling her while cuddling tight.
Me: "Now let me sleep another half-hour. I won't let you go till then..."
Mommy giggles: "Hey, stop! No tickling, no tickling..."
I hug her harder, planting innocent kisses all over her face (sweet ones, not the lusty kind yet).
(Mommy and I were so open and playful—we did this flirty stuff all the time. She still sees me as her little boy, spoiling me rotten. I love teasing her, especially when she blushes and tries to escape—it turns me on so much.)
Mommy laughs again: "Adi, let go! Dad'll be back... Aaahhhh..." (I'm squeezing her waist) "Please, stop... Ummm..."
When I pause, she flips and climbs on top of me. (We're both cracking up.)
Now Mommy's tickling me back—I squirm and laugh my ass off...
She does it for 30 seconds; she knows my sleep's shattered.
We don't do this every day, but at least 3 times a week for our morning fun.
In the tussle, her pallu slips, revealing her massive, heaving tits in that deep cleavage—looking so fucking sexy. I crank up the heat...
I slide my hand into her blouse's cleavage, yanking her closer. Two buttons pop open, her face inches from mine. I plant a cute peck on her lips.
Mommy: "Uuumm...... Ummm.. Addddiiiiiii....."
Mommy: "Naughty boy! Who does that to their mommy?" (Pouting cutely). "Hmm..."
She fixes her buttons, muttering.
Me: "The ones who love their mommy do."
I've kissed her lips before in play...
"Okay, fun's over—get up..."
I lean down quick and nip her nipple through the blouse...
Mommy smiles: "Aaahhhh..... Adi.... No......" She kisses my forehead and sits up on the bed.
Mommy: "We discussed this—we're not doing that anymore... You're grown now, but still want Mommy's milk?"
I sit behind her, hug her from the back, nuzzling her shoulder...
Me: "Mommy, I love being close to you every second. Please, let me suckle just once more..." (With the cutest puppy face).
Mommy: "My sweet baby, but it's not right anymore. You're big, and Dad said no..."
Me, whining: "So what? Let Dad say what he wants. Who is he to come between a mom and son? Don't tell him. When you feed Naman, I crave it too..." I kiss her cheek.
Mommy laughs: "Fine, Adi, next time you can have a little..."
Me: "Mommy, you're the sweetest in the world! I love you a billion times!" I shower her face with kisses.
Mommy: "I love you too, my baby..."
I release her... As she heads to the door, I call: "Mommy, come here—one more thing..."
Mommy: "What is it?" (Walking back).
I poke her left tit deep, teasing, then dash to the bed's end laughing. Mommy: "Aaahhhh..." She pretends to slap me, smirking: "Naughty devil!" Then leaves with a smile...
I was thrilled with the day's start. I get up, freshen, and head to shower...
Dad jogs daily with Uncle Aasim.
Uncle's house has three: Him, Banu, and his elderly mom—who cares for Banu since Suman's accident.
Uncle and Dad return...
Dad: "Breakfast at our place."
Uncle: "Absolutely."
They shower at their homes. By then, Mommy's got breakfast ready. I've showered, splashed on perfume.
Mommy's in a gorgeous saree today...
*(Image of today's saree...)*
Uncle arrives for breakfast, eyes devouring Mommy...
Mommy: "Aasim ji, come in, we've been waiting..." (She lights up seeing him— she likes him too).
Uncle: "What can I say, Chandni ji? Next time, no waiting."
Uncle: "After all these years of marriage, you still look breathtakingly beautiful."
Dad glances at Mommy, teasing: "Hey Chandni, your tit's showing..."
Dad and Uncle burst out laughing...
Mommy blushes, adjusts her pallu...
Changing the subject:
Mommy: "So, how are you, Aasim ji? Everything okay?"
Uncle: "Yes, bhabhi, all good. Just got promoted, heading a project now. Life's getting back on track after Suman. But I miss her..."
Dad: "Don't worry, it's all fate. If He took something, He's got plans. We're here for you."
Mommy: "Yes, Aasim ji, Nilesh and I are always with you."
Uncle: "Chandni ji, that's why I come here— you remind me of Suman..."
They all smile...
Uncle asks Dad:
Uncle: "How's your startup?"
Dad: "Tons of workload, man."
(Dad's a senior dev.)
Dad: "You know startups—bosses don't trust juniors much."
Dad: "We end up doing most of it."
Uncle: "True, and you gotta guide the newbies too."
Dad: "Spot on."
Chit-chat continues...
Mommy: "Come on, eat breakfast..."
Dad: "Yes, Chandni, let's go, Aasim."
Uncle: "Sure."
Then they dig in...
Mommy finishes serving breakfast and slides into the seat next to Dad, her saree hugging her curves just right as they all dive into chit-chat...
(Uncle's turn to speak...)
Uncle: "Your dhokla is the best in the whole damn world—soft, steamy, and oh-so-tempting."
(They all burst into laughter...)
Mommy: "Really? Then have some more. Are my dhokla your favorites?"
(Dad's too busy stuffing his face with dhokla to catch the flirty undertones.)
Uncle: "Chandni ji, everything you make drives me wild—I crave it all."
Mommy's totally impressed... ?
Let me tell you something, friends: If you compliment a mommy in any way—her cooking, her looks, her anything—she gets all hot and bothered for you, hanging on your every word.
Just then, Dad gets a call and bolts out in a hurry. Now it's just Mommy and Uncle at the table, the air thick with tension.
Uncle: "Can I say something? You won't get mad, right?"
Mommy: "Go ahead, spill it—I won't mind."
Uncle: "Even after popping out two kids, Chandni ji, you're still so fucking fit. What's your secret? Tell me."
Mommy (smiling shyly): "Aasim ji, you're too much! I do yoga, and I used to teach dance—maybe that's why."
Uncle: "Looks like I'll have to join you for yoga now."
Mommy: "Absolutely! I keep nagging Adi's dad to come too—it builds mental strength—but he won't listen. He's just obsessed with trimming his belly."
Uncle and Mommy crack up laughing...
Mommy (grinning): "Anyway, you're already so ripped. You don't need it..."
Uncle: "I was talking about keeping you company..."
Uncle: "You're amazing, Chandni. Spending time with you feels so damn good."
Mommy: "Thaaank yooou, Aasim ji" (beaming with a flirty smile).
That's when I stroll downstairs. They spot me and go quiet—I can tell Uncle was flirting hard with Mommy, like he always does; I've caught it before. Mommy starts serving me breakfast right away.
After plating it up, she plops back down at the table.
Me: "Mommy, eat with us too."
Mommy: "My sweet baby, you three finish first—I'll eat after."
Me: "I hate that, Mommy. Join us at the table. Everyone's here; we can grab what we want."
Uncle: "Yeah, Chandni, your little one is right." (In that playful accent.)
We three chuckle at Uncle's vibe.
Mommy: "Okay, fine, you win."
Then Mommy starts eating too.
I don't know why, but seeing Uncle and Mommy together gets me all warm and tingly inside. She looks so happy with him—giggling, joking—and time flies when they're around each other.
Compared to Dad, who's all straight-laced, work-obsessed, no jokes, no laughs... and forget about sex; that's ancient history.
Now, mischief hits me hard.
Me: "So, Uncle, what were you two whispering about before I came? Mommy was smiling ear to ear."
Mommy and Uncle both blush like crazy.
Uncle: "Nothing much, kiddo. I was just praising your mommy's saree and saying may the gods never let her age—she looks so damn adorable."
Mommy: "You shouldn't say stuff like that in front of the kids!"
Me: "Ooooohhhhhhh" (grinning wickedly).
Mommy glares at me.
Mommy: "Uncle was just talking about helping me with yoga..."
Me: "Yeah, Mommy, Uncle could lift you into all sorts of yoga poses. Right, Uncle?" (I wink at him).
Uncle and I burst out laughing.
Uncle: "Why not, Adi?"
Mommy's shocked, staring at me with her finger to her lips: "Shhh......"
We're still cracking up when Uncle chimes in...
Uncle: "Spot on, Adi. And ever since Chandni's little one (Naman) came along, she's looked even hotter."
Mommy bows her head, blushing crimson.
Me: "Mommy, you should train at the gym with Uncle—you'd look even sexier."
Mommy: "Have some shame, son! Aasim ji is right here."
Me: "But he's the one training you, so he has to know. Right, Uncle?"
Uncle: "Yeah, Chandni, it'd feel so good on you."
By now, Mommy's pussy is probably soaking wet.
Mommy: "We'll talk about that later."
Just then, Naman starts wailing for milk...
Mommy glances toward the bedroom: "Aww, my baby's awake."
In front of Uncle, I say innocently: "Mommy, are you gonna feed Naman your milk now?"
Mommy's eyes go wide, staring at me for 4 seconds, then...
Mommy: "Adi, we don't say things like that in front of Aasim Uncle!"
Uncle's secretly thrilled.
Uncle: "Did Adi say something wrong?"
Mommy: "Aasim ji, you're always up for teasing me."
Mommy: "You know that word (milk) is something a mom says in private moments with her kids—not in public."
Uncle: "Oh come on, this isn't public—it's our home. Who's a stranger here?"
Uncle: "Fine, fine, if I'm the outsider..." (faking disappointment) "I thought of you, Nilesh ji, Aditya, and Naman as my own heart's family—even now."
Uncle: "Guess in my life, besides my kid, there's no one else..." (looking even more down).
Me: "No way, Uncle—that's not it at all. You're thinking wrong."
Me: "Family's made from the heart, not blood. For me, my family is you, Banu, Mommy, Dad, and Naman."
Me: "Next time, don't even think or say you're alone—ever!" (dead serious).
Uncle: "Okay, okay."
Mommy: "Please forgive me..." (her eyes welling up) "I didn't mean it like that at all."
Mommy: "You've always been ours, and since Suman's accident, you and Banu have gotten even closer to us."
Me: "Yeah, Uncle, Mommy's spot on."
Me: "Think of yourself as my second dad." (Lightening the mood.)
I laugh...
Mommy stares at me with wide eyes again, then smiles...
Uncle, eyeing Mommy: "But your mommy's face isn't saying that..."
Mommy: "No, it's not... I mean yes... No..."
She's stuttering, head down in shame.
Seeing Uncle and me laugh, Mommy cracks a little smile too.
Uncle: "There we go... Now, what was that word again?" (Teasing Mommy.)
We all laugh again...
Mommy's face turns beet red...
Now Mommy's inner slut awakens; she stands up and says in the kinkiest way: "If you were my baby, I'd tell you..."
Uncle and I roar with laughter, and Mommy giggles too as she goes to get Naman.
A bit later, Mommy returns with Naman, who's suckling greedily under her covered pallu, nursing on her full, milky tits.
She sits back in her chair.
Uncle: "You look so good right now, Chandni." (Winking at her.)
Mommy: "And I don't look good the rest of the time? You're always teasing me."
Uncle: "You always look good to me—but right now? Even hotter."
Uncle: "As for teasing, Nilesh never has time for you, so I fill that need..." (Grinning.)
Mommy: "I don't need it—whatever my husband gives is enough." (Pouting playfully.)
Me, jumping in: "Yeah right, Mommy—you totally need Uncle. You're always smiling when he's around."
Uncle: "Oh, is that so?" (Laughing.)
Mommy: "Well, sometimes..."
Mommy finishes eating...
Now, holding Naman with one hand as he nurses, she starts clearing plates with the other...
As she picks them up, mischief strikes me again. Sitting next to her, I shove my head under her pallu.
Mommy gasps in surprise—drops the plate, grabs my shoulder, pulls me away, then tugs my ear: "You're all grown up and still acting like a baby, hmm?"
Me, laughing: "Okay, okay, sorry! Won't do it again—forgive me, sweet Mommy?"
Uncle's loving every second, chuckling: "Looks like Adi's my son after all."
When Mommy gets close to Uncle to grab his plate, she slips on a puddle of water Dad spilled earlier in his rush.
She tumbles right into Uncle's lap—it's like heaven for him. His pants were already tenting from our dirty talk and my antics; Mommy feels that hard cock poke her ass, but Uncle quickly wraps his hand around her waist, squeezing her belly to "steady" her...
The scene: Uncle in the chair, Mommy perched on his throbbing lap, one hand cradling Naman as he sucks her tit, Uncle groping her soft belly... And Mommy lets out a sultry "Aaaahhh..."
That moan escapes her lips, all husky and needy. She jumps up quick, apologizes to Uncle—who's grinning like he won the lottery—and blushes hard. Composing herself, she grabs his plate again.
As she heads to the kitchen, Uncle calls her back.
She comes over; he says: "Bend down, please." And to me: "Adi, check if anyone's outside."
I look—no one's there...
That's when Uncle plants a kiss on her cheek.
Uncle: "That's for your sorry..." (Smiling slyly.)
Mommy's shocked: "Oh? And what about you groping my belly...?"
Uncle, playing innocent: "I didn't do that..."
Mommy: "You're so naughty!" (Pouting as she dashes to the kitchen...)
Me, laughing: "Uncle, what did I miss?"
He starts laughing too...
A little later, Dad comes back with some news...
In the next update...
#### INTRODUCTION SECTION
Hey there, you naughty bunch! My name's Aditya, and I've devoured tons of steamy stories here, but the kind that really gets my cock throbbing are rare as fuck. And the few that exist? I've plowed through 70-80% of them already.
This tale's all about my mommy's wild, dripping-wet fuck sessions—starting with my uncle and maybe escalating to other horny studs if you filthy minds suggest it. Mmm, imagine her milky tits bouncing as she's railed hard...
Since I'm a total newbie at spinning these yarns, don't expect regular updates, okay? I'll beg for your patience...
In this story, I'll weave in the hottest scenes from tales I've read before, plus some dirty fantasies straight from my twisted mind. And make sure you soak up every detail in the character intro arc—it'll help you visualize the steamy action ahead, like her creamy curves begging to be touched.
I'd love your hints on what kinky shit should happen next... I'll listen and try to cram in whatever makes my dick hard.
Drop those comments so I know if this filthy tale is making you cum—or not. It'll motivate me to pump out updates faster...
The images and GIFs used here are 100% real, folks. Sure, the saree might switch up, but those facial expressions and body quivers? Pure, authentic lust. Dive in deep, feel the heat—don't even think they're fake. They're not.
EVERYTHING IS REAL 100%, FEEL THEM ?
#### Character Introduction with Images
Mom's Introduction
In this pic, Mommy's juicy boobs aren't fully on display, but don't worry, darling—the story will uncover them soon enough, all swollen and leaking... ?
Name: Chandni
Skin: My mommy's skin is creamy white, like fresh milk waiting to be sucked.
Age: 35
She used to teach dance to kids, her hips swaying seductively.
Mom's super open-minded, thanks to her mixed roots—her dad was Indian, but Mommy's got that Russian fire.
She does yoga and workouts every day, keeping her body tight and youthful, making her look like a goddess. When she steps out of the shower, dripping wet, she could pass for a Russian model—pics coming up to prove it.
Personality: Cuteness overload, playful like my dear Uncle Aasim.
Mom craves sex like a bitch in heat, but she loves me even more, then my little brother. I'm her favorite because I'm her first-born, with my adorable, naughty ways.
She's had two boyfriends before, but Mommy's got a pure heart—she cares for everyone.
But her sex life flipped upside down because of Dad.
1. My Dad – Name: Nilesh. He's a great guy, open-minded, with a white-collar job in a new company. We're upper-middle-class, comfy as hell.
Dad switched from his old gig due to some bullshit issues. His current company's a startup, fighting for market share, so he's buried in work—traveling to other countries for deals. He comes from a rich family, which is why Mommy's folks married her off to him. She dreamed of a life full of passionate, bed-shaking fucks, but fate had other plans.
Dad's Issue: Stress killed his sex drive—hormones tanked, and now he's barely interested in pounding pussy. They both get it, but Mommy's frustrated as fuck, barely getting any cock these days.
2. Me – Name: Aditya, but everyone calls me Adi. Keeping my age a secret for now...
I'm in college, but I'm a badass fighter—everyone's ass clenches when they see me coming.
I've got a girlfriend I fuck senseless all the time.
Dual personality: Super cute and childish like a little boy around family and relatives. But outside? Hardcore alpha, dominating everything.
3. My Little Brother – Name: Naman. He babbles a bit but doesn't get jack shit about sex or the world. Still suckling on Mommy's tits for that sweet milk.
4. Uncle – Name: Aasim. He's our family friend, lives right next door. Best buds with Dad and super close to Mom too—he's head over heels in love with her. Sweet as candy, hilarious as fuck. Feels like he and Dad could share anything, even the dirtiest secrets. He's a software dev at Google's Indian branch, mostly WFH. Comes from a buff family, so he's got those genes—looks like a real stud, built to fuck hard.
He's married, and his wife (Suman) was smoking hot—but not hotter than Mommy. They've got a kid named Banu.
Banu's 3 now, but when he was 2.5, Suman died in a tragic accident.
Six months later, things are stabilizing, but Aasim still aches for her pussy... I mean, her memory.
5. Family Members – Huge extended fam: Grandpas, uncles, aunts, and more. But they live separate; we do our own thing.
Can add 'em to the story later if you pervs want.
Part-1
Today was one of those perfect, sultry days. I was dead asleep, having jerked off hard last night thinking about Mommy—her curves, her scent, her everything.
Mommy rises at 6 AM sharp, showers, then dives into chores like prepping breakfast...
It was 8:10 AM, and like clockwork, she'd come wake me at 8.
Dad was out jogging, so Mommy finished breakfast and slipped into my room to rouse me...
Mom creaks open my door, steps in, and flips on the light. She always locks it behind her—no accidents, no peeks. She knows my naughty habits all too well... Even with Dad out, she plays it safe. Mommy raised me to be a cheeky, mischievous little devil...
Me: "Ummm, Mommy, let me sleep a bit more. It's only 7..." (I pout like a baby).
In my sleepy haze: "Come snuggle with me for an hour."
Mommy (smiling sweetly, full of love): "Adi, baby, get up. How much more will you sleep? It's past 8."
Me: "Just a little longer, Mommy..."
She sits beside me: "Aww, my precious boy."
Mommy: "Why do you stay up so late? What do you do all night?"
Mommy: "Aww, my sweet baby. Still sleepy?" (In the most seductive, husky tone).
(I always flirt and tease with Mommy—she loves my playful side. She just warns me not to do it in front of others, or they'll think dirty thoughts...)
Me, sweetly: "Mommy, you look stunning today. What's the secret?"
Mommy: "Oh, really? Just today? Not every day?"
Me: "Mommy, you look hotter than the day before, every single time."
Mommy (grinning): "Flattering me, huh?"
I didn't want to get up, so I grab her waist, pull her down beside me, and start tickling her while cuddling tight.
Me: "Now let me sleep another half-hour. I won't let you go till then..."
Mommy giggles: "Hey, stop! No tickling, no tickling..."
I hug her harder, planting innocent kisses all over her face (sweet ones, not the lusty kind yet).
(Mommy and I were so open and playful—we did this flirty stuff all the time. She still sees me as her little boy, spoiling me rotten. I love teasing her, especially when she blushes and tries to escape—it turns me on so much.)
Mommy laughs again: "Adi, let go! Dad'll be back... Aaahhhh..." (I'm squeezing her waist) "Please, stop... Ummm..."
When I pause, she flips and climbs on top of me. (We're both cracking up.)
Now Mommy's tickling me back—I squirm and laugh my ass off...
She does it for 30 seconds; she knows my sleep's shattered.
We don't do this every day, but at least 3 times a week for our morning fun.
In the tussle, her pallu slips, revealing her massive, heaving tits in that deep cleavage—looking so fucking sexy. I crank up the heat...
I slide my hand into her blouse's cleavage, yanking her closer. Two buttons pop open, her face inches from mine. I plant a cute peck on her lips.
Mommy: "Uuumm...... Ummm.. Addddiiiiiii....."
Mommy: "Naughty boy! Who does that to their mommy?" (Pouting cutely). "Hmm..."
She fixes her buttons, muttering.
Me: "The ones who love their mommy do."
I've kissed her lips before in play...
"Okay, fun's over—get up..."
I lean down quick and nip her nipple through the blouse...
Mommy smiles: "Aaahhhh..... Adi.... No......" She kisses my forehead and sits up on the bed.
Mommy: "We discussed this—we're not doing that anymore... You're grown now, but still want Mommy's milk?"
I sit behind her, hug her from the back, nuzzling her shoulder...
Me: "Mommy, I love being close to you every second. Please, let me suckle just once more..." (With the cutest puppy face).
Mommy: "My sweet baby, but it's not right anymore. You're big, and Dad said no..."
Me, whining: "So what? Let Dad say what he wants. Who is he to come between a mom and son? Don't tell him. When you feed Naman, I crave it too..." I kiss her cheek.
Mommy laughs: "Fine, Adi, next time you can have a little..."
Me: "Mommy, you're the sweetest in the world! I love you a billion times!" I shower her face with kisses.
Mommy: "I love you too, my baby..."
I release her... As she heads to the door, I call: "Mommy, come here—one more thing..."
Mommy: "What is it?" (Walking back).
I poke her left tit deep, teasing, then dash to the bed's end laughing. Mommy: "Aaahhhh..." She pretends to slap me, smirking: "Naughty devil!" Then leaves with a smile...
I was thrilled with the day's start. I get up, freshen, and head to shower...
Dad jogs daily with Uncle Aasim.
Uncle's house has three: Him, Banu, and his elderly mom—who cares for Banu since Suman's accident.
Uncle and Dad return...
Dad: "Breakfast at our place."
Uncle: "Absolutely."
They shower at their homes. By then, Mommy's got breakfast ready. I've showered, splashed on perfume.
Mommy's in a gorgeous saree today...
*(Image of today's saree...)*
Uncle arrives for breakfast, eyes devouring Mommy...
Mommy: "Aasim ji, come in, we've been waiting..." (She lights up seeing him— she likes him too).
Uncle: "What can I say, Chandni ji? Next time, no waiting."
Uncle: "After all these years of marriage, you still look breathtakingly beautiful."
Dad glances at Mommy, teasing: "Hey Chandni, your tit's showing..."
Dad and Uncle burst out laughing...
Mommy blushes, adjusts her pallu...
Changing the subject:
Mommy: "So, how are you, Aasim ji? Everything okay?"
Uncle: "Yes, bhabhi, all good. Just got promoted, heading a project now. Life's getting back on track after Suman. But I miss her..."
Dad: "Don't worry, it's all fate. If He took something, He's got plans. We're here for you."
Mommy: "Yes, Aasim ji, Nilesh and I are always with you."
Uncle: "Chandni ji, that's why I come here— you remind me of Suman..."
They all smile...
Uncle asks Dad:
Uncle: "How's your startup?"
Dad: "Tons of workload, man."
(Dad's a senior dev.)
Dad: "You know startups—bosses don't trust juniors much."
Dad: "We end up doing most of it."
Uncle: "True, and you gotta guide the newbies too."
Dad: "Spot on."
Chit-chat continues...
Mommy: "Come on, eat breakfast..."
Dad: "Yes, Chandni, let's go, Aasim."
Uncle: "Sure."
Then they dig in...
Mommy finishes serving breakfast and slides into the seat next to Dad, her saree hugging her curves just right as they all dive into chit-chat...
(Uncle's turn to speak...)
Uncle: "Your dhokla is the best in the whole damn world—soft, steamy, and oh-so-tempting."
(They all burst into laughter...)
Mommy: "Really? Then have some more. Are my dhokla your favorites?"
(Dad's too busy stuffing his face with dhokla to catch the flirty undertones.)
Uncle: "Chandni ji, everything you make drives me wild—I crave it all."
Mommy's totally impressed... ?
Let me tell you something, friends: If you compliment a mommy in any way—her cooking, her looks, her anything—she gets all hot and bothered for you, hanging on your every word.
Just then, Dad gets a call and bolts out in a hurry. Now it's just Mommy and Uncle at the table, the air thick with tension.
Uncle: "Can I say something? You won't get mad, right?"
Mommy: "Go ahead, spill it—I won't mind."
Uncle: "Even after popping out two kids, Chandni ji, you're still so fucking fit. What's your secret? Tell me."
Mommy (smiling shyly): "Aasim ji, you're too much! I do yoga, and I used to teach dance—maybe that's why."
Uncle: "Looks like I'll have to join you for yoga now."
Mommy: "Absolutely! I keep nagging Adi's dad to come too—it builds mental strength—but he won't listen. He's just obsessed with trimming his belly."
Uncle and Mommy crack up laughing...
Mommy (grinning): "Anyway, you're already so ripped. You don't need it..."
Uncle: "I was talking about keeping you company..."
Uncle: "You're amazing, Chandni. Spending time with you feels so damn good."
Mommy: "Thaaank yooou, Aasim ji" (beaming with a flirty smile).
That's when I stroll downstairs. They spot me and go quiet—I can tell Uncle was flirting hard with Mommy, like he always does; I've caught it before. Mommy starts serving me breakfast right away.
After plating it up, she plops back down at the table.
Me: "Mommy, eat with us too."
Mommy: "My sweet baby, you three finish first—I'll eat after."
Me: "I hate that, Mommy. Join us at the table. Everyone's here; we can grab what we want."
Uncle: "Yeah, Chandni, your little one is right." (In that playful accent.)
We three chuckle at Uncle's vibe.
Mommy: "Okay, fine, you win."
Then Mommy starts eating too.
I don't know why, but seeing Uncle and Mommy together gets me all warm and tingly inside. She looks so happy with him—giggling, joking—and time flies when they're around each other.
Compared to Dad, who's all straight-laced, work-obsessed, no jokes, no laughs... and forget about sex; that's ancient history.
Now, mischief hits me hard.
Me: "So, Uncle, what were you two whispering about before I came? Mommy was smiling ear to ear."
Mommy and Uncle both blush like crazy.
Uncle: "Nothing much, kiddo. I was just praising your mommy's saree and saying may the gods never let her age—she looks so damn adorable."
Mommy: "You shouldn't say stuff like that in front of the kids!"
Me: "Ooooohhhhhhh" (grinning wickedly).
Mommy glares at me.
Mommy: "Uncle was just talking about helping me with yoga..."
Me: "Yeah, Mommy, Uncle could lift you into all sorts of yoga poses. Right, Uncle?" (I wink at him).
Uncle and I burst out laughing.
Uncle: "Why not, Adi?"
Mommy's shocked, staring at me with her finger to her lips: "Shhh......"
We're still cracking up when Uncle chimes in...
Uncle: "Spot on, Adi. And ever since Chandni's little one (Naman) came along, she's looked even hotter."
Mommy bows her head, blushing crimson.
Me: "Mommy, you should train at the gym with Uncle—you'd look even sexier."
Mommy: "Have some shame, son! Aasim ji is right here."
Me: "But he's the one training you, so he has to know. Right, Uncle?"
Uncle: "Yeah, Chandni, it'd feel so good on you."
By now, Mommy's pussy is probably soaking wet.
Mommy: "We'll talk about that later."
Just then, Naman starts wailing for milk...
Mommy glances toward the bedroom: "Aww, my baby's awake."
In front of Uncle, I say innocently: "Mommy, are you gonna feed Naman your milk now?"
Mommy's eyes go wide, staring at me for 4 seconds, then...
Mommy: "Adi, we don't say things like that in front of Aasim Uncle!"
Uncle's secretly thrilled.
Uncle: "Did Adi say something wrong?"
Mommy: "Aasim ji, you're always up for teasing me."
Mommy: "You know that word (milk) is something a mom says in private moments with her kids—not in public."
Uncle: "Oh come on, this isn't public—it's our home. Who's a stranger here?"
Uncle: "Fine, fine, if I'm the outsider..." (faking disappointment) "I thought of you, Nilesh ji, Aditya, and Naman as my own heart's family—even now."
Uncle: "Guess in my life, besides my kid, there's no one else..." (looking even more down).
Me: "No way, Uncle—that's not it at all. You're thinking wrong."
Me: "Family's made from the heart, not blood. For me, my family is you, Banu, Mommy, Dad, and Naman."
Me: "Next time, don't even think or say you're alone—ever!" (dead serious).
Uncle: "Okay, okay."
Mommy: "Please forgive me..." (her eyes welling up) "I didn't mean it like that at all."
Mommy: "You've always been ours, and since Suman's accident, you and Banu have gotten even closer to us."
Me: "Yeah, Uncle, Mommy's spot on."
Me: "Think of yourself as my second dad." (Lightening the mood.)
I laugh...
Mommy stares at me with wide eyes again, then smiles...
Uncle, eyeing Mommy: "But your mommy's face isn't saying that..."
Mommy: "No, it's not... I mean yes... No..."
She's stuttering, head down in shame.
Seeing Uncle and me laugh, Mommy cracks a little smile too.
Uncle: "There we go... Now, what was that word again?" (Teasing Mommy.)
We all laugh again...
Mommy's face turns beet red...
Now Mommy's inner slut awakens; she stands up and says in the kinkiest way: "If you were my baby, I'd tell you..."
Uncle and I roar with laughter, and Mommy giggles too as she goes to get Naman.
A bit later, Mommy returns with Naman, who's suckling greedily under her covered pallu, nursing on her full, milky tits.
She sits back in her chair.
Uncle: "You look so good right now, Chandni." (Winking at her.)
Mommy: "And I don't look good the rest of the time? You're always teasing me."
Uncle: "You always look good to me—but right now? Even hotter."
Uncle: "As for teasing, Nilesh never has time for you, so I fill that need..." (Grinning.)
Mommy: "I don't need it—whatever my husband gives is enough." (Pouting playfully.)
Me, jumping in: "Yeah right, Mommy—you totally need Uncle. You're always smiling when he's around."
Uncle: "Oh, is that so?" (Laughing.)
Mommy: "Well, sometimes..."
Mommy finishes eating...
Now, holding Naman with one hand as he nurses, she starts clearing plates with the other...
As she picks them up, mischief strikes me again. Sitting next to her, I shove my head under her pallu.
Mommy gasps in surprise—drops the plate, grabs my shoulder, pulls me away, then tugs my ear: "You're all grown up and still acting like a baby, hmm?"
Me, laughing: "Okay, okay, sorry! Won't do it again—forgive me, sweet Mommy?"
Uncle's loving every second, chuckling: "Looks like Adi's my son after all."
When Mommy gets close to Uncle to grab his plate, she slips on a puddle of water Dad spilled earlier in his rush.
She tumbles right into Uncle's lap—it's like heaven for him. His pants were already tenting from our dirty talk and my antics; Mommy feels that hard cock poke her ass, but Uncle quickly wraps his hand around her waist, squeezing her belly to "steady" her...
The scene: Uncle in the chair, Mommy perched on his throbbing lap, one hand cradling Naman as he sucks her tit, Uncle groping her soft belly... And Mommy lets out a sultry "Aaaahhh..."
That moan escapes her lips, all husky and needy. She jumps up quick, apologizes to Uncle—who's grinning like he won the lottery—and blushes hard. Composing herself, she grabs his plate again.
As she heads to the kitchen, Uncle calls her back.
She comes over; he says: "Bend down, please." And to me: "Adi, check if anyone's outside."
I look—no one's there...
That's when Uncle plants a kiss on her cheek.
Uncle: "That's for your sorry..." (Smiling slyly.)
Mommy's shocked: "Oh? And what about you groping my belly...?"
Uncle, playing innocent: "I didn't do that..."
Mommy: "You're so naughty!" (Pouting as she dashes to the kitchen...)
Me, laughing: "Uncle, what did I miss?"
He starts laughing too...
A little later, Dad comes back with some news...
In the next update...
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