Adultery FALL OF THE ARROGANT MOTHER

[Momhunter123]

Part 9 - The SQUIRTING MACHINE

The three boys laughed low, their eyes hungry.

Sahil pulled the last knot of her petticoat loose and dragged the torn bra away from under her heavy breasts.  Everything fell to the floor.  

Vumika Basu lay completely naked, for the first time in her life in front of anyone except Sunirmal ... Her soft belly shaking, sindoor running down her cheeks with fresh sweat.

Sahil pushed her thick thighs wide apart until her mature pussy opened fully: swollen lips shining, dark curls soaked and dripping from the drug still burning inside her.

He pressed his long, curved cock against her and slid in with one slow, deep push.

Vumika’s back lifted high off the bed.... “Aaaaaahhhhh… oooohhh… so big… aah… aah… aah…”

Five long years empty, now filled deeper than she ever thought possible.

Rocky filmed close: her thick thighs spread, Sahil pounding, her heavy breasts jumping with every push, nipples wet and red.

The room was full of wet slapping sounds, the bed creaking, her helpless moans... “Aah… aah… ohhh… no… no… I need to pee… stop… stop…”

Sahil only smiled and went harder.

Her thighs shook, her belly tightened.... A heavy, burning fullness pressed down low while the drug turned every stroke into hot, melting pleasure.  

Both feelings grew bigger together, twisting tighter until she felt she would burst open in the most shameful way.

“Stop… please… I can’t hold it… no… noooo…”

Sahil pulled out.

Without any break Rocky shoved two fingers deep inside her, rubbed her clit fast and rough.

She thrashed, back high, breasts bouncing, nails digging into the wet sheet.... “Noooo… noooo… ohhhh… something is coming…”

Sahil gave her cheek two soft slaps and slammed back inside.

He fucked her hard and deep.... “Ohhh… ohhh… I can’t… I can’t…”

Ten more strong pushes and he pulled out.

The moment he left her, her body let go... A thick, clear jet shot high into the air, sparkling under the light.  

It was the first time in her life.... A mother, on her son’s bed, spraying like that.

Another jet came, stronger, splashing across Sahil’s belly, raining on the green sheet, hitting the camera in heavy drops.  

Another.. then another.  

Clear streams flew in long arcs, falling like hot rain, soaking everything.

Her hips jumped high, thighs shaking, breasts slapping together, mouth open in a long cry of pure shame.  

She felt filthy, broken, like the good mother she was had just died right there.

Rocky filmed close: drops hanging from the lens, her pussy still shooting smaller spurts, thick thighs trembling, the sheet black with wetness.

When it finally stopped she fell back, chest heaving, face turned away, tears running down with the smeared sindoor.

She had no time to rest. Bishal stood ready, cock hard again.  

He looked so thin, so small next to her, a boy who could be Pritam’s junior in college.

He tried to lift both thighs. They didn’t move.  

He laughed softly, took only her left thigh with both hands.  

His fingers sank deep into the warm, heavy flesh, dimples forming under his grip.  

He pulled and lifted, face turning red, thin arms shaking from the effort.  

Slowly, slowly the thick thigh rose until her knee pressed near her breast and her alta-painted foot pointed at the ceiling.

Bishal rested the heavy weight on his narrow shoulder, breathing hard, sweat already on his forehead.  

The soft flesh pressed warm against his neck and cheek, almost pushing him down, but he held it steady.

He leaned forward and slid inside her soaked pussy in one smooth push.

Vumika let out a shaky breath.  

Even this skinny boy was longer and thicker than Sunirmal had ever been.

He started slow, long, careful strokes at first, letting her feel every inch.  

Then he moved a little faster… then faster… then suddenly so fast his hips became a blur.

Short, sharp, rapid strokes hammered her like a machine.

“Aaaaaahhh… oooohhh… what… aaaah… aaaah… aaaah…” She could not believe it.  

This thin, weak-looking boy, younger than her own son, was fucking her harder and faster than she thought possible.

Her mouth stayed open, eyes wide in shock. Her heavy breasts jumped and slapped her chin and chest with every lightning-quick push.

The sound became quick, wet pap-pap-pap-pap-pap filling the room. Every stroke rubbed her clit, sent fire through her body.

The pressure came back even stronger: the heavy fullness pressing down, the drug making every touch burn sweet.  

Both feelings twisted together, growing hotter, darker, until she felt her whole lower belly would explode in shame.

“Ohhh… ohhh… slow… slow… I can’t… ohhhh…”

Bishal’s shoulder shook under the weight of her thick thigh, but he never slowed.

He kept hammering, face red, sweat dripping onto her bouncing breasts.

Until her back lifted high again, her thick thigh clamped hard on his shoulder, and a long, broken cry tore out of her throat.

He pulled out quickly.

The moment her pussy was empty, another massive gush exploded: hot, thick, mixed with everything inside her, spraying high and wild in a shining arc.

It splashed across Bishal’s chest, poured down her own thighs, soaked the ruined sheet even darker.

She fell back shaking hard, pussy pulsing, liquid still dripping from her swollen lips, feeling the deepest shame that a mother could lose control twice, right on her son’s childhood bed, in front of boys who were all juniors to Pritam.