Adultery FALL OF THE ARROGANT MOTHER

[Momhunter123]

Part 8 -  The DESTRUCTION

Rocky wrapped his fingers deep into her loose, wet hair and pulled her head back until her sindoor-smeared face pointed straight up.  

The thick, hard cock stood right in front of her mouth, ready to break twenty-five years of her married life.

“Open your mouth and take it.”

Those words finished her. She had never once put Sunirmal’s thing in her mouth.  Years ago, alone in the house, she had opened a wrong video by mistake and watched a big black man push his cock into a white woman’s mouth. She couldn’t stop her hand from sliding inside her petticoat for almost a minute before shame made her close the phone and delete everything.

Now a real cock touched her lips for the first time.

Rocky didn’t wait....He pushed the swollen head forward and her lips opened around it.  

Heat filled her mouth first, then the salty, strong taste. A clear drop leaked from the tip and spread over her tongue.

She gagged at once, but Rocky held her hair tight and kept sliding in.

Her lips stretched wide and started to hurt. Thick saliva poured out, running down her chin in long strings that dropped onto her heavy, bare breasts with soft, wet sounds.

He went deeper until the head pressed against the back of her throat.  

She gagged harder. Tears come, filling her eyes for those ten long seconds when Rocky held her nose against his belly and gave her no air.

He finally pulled back a little. She took one quick, desperate breath, then he started moving, slow strokes that made loud glug-glug-glug sounds every time he pushed in.

The drug from earlier was still burning inside her body.  

Even while her mouth was full and she struggled to breathe, a hot, shameful feeling started growing between her legs again, making her thighs press together on their own.

Saliva dripped everywhere, shining on her chin and breasts.

The mangalsutra swung back and forth with every push, slapping wetly against her skin.  

Her gold bangles clinked with every movement, as if they were laughing at her twenty-five years of married life.

Sahil stepped closer.

Rocky pulled out with a loud, sloppy sound. Long strings of saliva stretched from her swollen lips to his cock before breaking.  

He turned her head and pushed her straight onto Sahil.

Sahil’s cock was almost as song as rocky's and curved, hitting the back of her throat at a different angle and making fresh glug-glug-glug noises.

Rocky took her right hand, wrapped it around his wet cock, closed her fingers, and made her move her hand up and down in time with Sahil’s slow thrusts.

She was being used from both sides now, mouth and hand, no pause. Her mind kept turning... I am Pritam’s mother.... I am Sunirmal Basu’s wife... Everyone in the colony respects me... And now two boys younger than my own son are using my mouth while the third films every wet sound.

Bishal moved the camera slowly around her, catching the stretched lips, saliva running down her chin onto her heavy breasts, mangalsutra swinging, throat working hard every time a cock slid deep.

On the wall behind them, the big convocation photo smiled, Pritam in his black gown, arm around his proud mother in her yellow saree, both of them happy in a life that was gone.

The cameras never stopped.

Rocky walked to Pritam’s old study table, picked up the chipped Bournvita glass, poured cheap vodka, added a few drops from the small brown bottle, swirled it once, and came back.

She was still on her knees, heavy breasts rising and falling fast, face wet with saliva.

Rocky crouched and pinched her nose.

“No… please… I have never touched alcohol…” Her voice was small and rough.

He tipped the glass anyway.

The burning liquid filled her mouth. She coughed, tried to turn away, but Sahil’s hand was already under her chin, rubbing her throat.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.... She swallowed everything.

When the glass was empty they lifted her heavy body and dropped her face-down onto Pritam’s narrow single bed. The mattress groaned under her weight.

Her breasts spilled out completely, nipples rubbing against the cool green sheet.  

Her round belly spread under her; her wide hips and still-red ass lifted high because the small bed couldn’t hold her flat.

Sahil knelt at the foot, grabbed her thick calves, and slowly pulled her legs back and wide apart until her alta-painted toes pointed away from each other.  

Her thighs shook, trying to close; he held them open.

Bishal stood in front of her face, hand-cam rolling, lens only inches from her eyes.

Rocky climbed on behind her. His knees pushed her thighs wider.  His belly rested on the hot, swollen shelf of her ass.  

His hands pulled her cheeks apart until the tiny, dark-pink hole was open again to the warm air.

One drop of spit, two, three.... His thumb rubbed slow circles while she cried softly into the pillow.

Rocky leaned close to her ear...“This is the price for the slap in the market, aunty.” Then the thick head of his dick pressed against that tiny hole.

She felt it, hot and huge.  Her breath stopped. Every muscle tried to close.

Rocky pushed.

The pressure grew until a raw scream tore out of her.

“No… no… please… it’s too big… take it out…”

He pulled back a little, then spat again... let another drop fall, then pushed again, slow and steady.

The head forced inside with a wet pop. Her scream turned into a wild cry. “Take it out… take it out… it’s splitting me…”

Rocky stayed still, let her shake, then started sliding deeper, slow and slow.

Every little bit brought a new cry..... “No… no… no… ohhh… stop… oh… oh…”

Halfway in he paused, let her breathe, then pushed the rest in one long slide until he was completely inside.

Her cry turned into a long, shaking moan.... “It’s… all inside… oh god… it’s all inside…”

Sahil’s arms shook now; her thick legs tried to close, but he pulled them wider.

Rocky started moving...  Long, deep strokes... Each push forward filled her and turned the cry into a broken moan.

The bed creaked loud.... Her heavy breasts slid back and forth on the sheet.... Her soft belly pressed deeper into the mattress... Her huge ass jiggled and clapped with every stroke, thap thap thap.

The drug and vodka mixed inside her.  The pain was still there, hot and sharp, but a warm, heavy feeling started growing low in her belly, making her hips move in tiny circles without her wanting them to.

Her moans came out soft and broken.... “Ohhh… ohhh… no… ohhh… no… ohhh…”

Rocky grabbed the thick rolls at her waist, hands sinking deep into the soft flesh, and moved faster.

Her moans grew louder, impossible to stop.... “Ohhh… ohhh… no… ohhh…”

She bit the pillow, but the sounds still leaked out. 

The camera held in Bishal's hand caught every cry, every moan, every shake of her heavy body on her son’s childhood bed.

Rocky stayed deep inside her ass, moving slow and steady. Minutes passed, time didn’t matter anymore. Her voice was rough, but the sounds kept coming.

Bishal had waited long enough.

He put the hand-cam on the table for a wide shot, knelt in front of her face grabbed her damp hair and pushed his thick cock between her swollen lips.

Now every moan turned into muffled, wet sounds.

The room filled with nothing but wet slapping, Rocky from behind, Bishal from the front, the small bed crying under her weight, her bangles clinking , her heavy breasts swinging, mangalsutra slapping the soaked sheet.

Rocky finally pulled out slowly.

Her hole stayed open for a long second, red and shining, before it slowly closed.

Her whole body shook, thighs trembling, breath coming in broken gasps.

They turned her over onto her back like a big, soft doll. She landed with a gasp. Both huge breasts spilled free, dark nipples hard and wet. Her belly shook; her sindoor-smeared face turned away.

A small, scared voice came out. “Please… I really need to pee… let me go to the toilet… please…”