Adultery FALL OF THE ARROGANT MOTHER

[Momhunter123]

Part 10 - The BREEDING

Rocky gave her no chance to breathe. His fist twisted hard in her tangled hair and he dragged her upright...“Get up, aunty. We’re not done yet.”

Her legs were weak and shaking. Thick cum still slid down her inner thigh in slow, warm lines.  

Naked, breasts swinging heavily, she stumbled after him across the cold floor.

He stopped her at Pritam’s old wooden study table, the one she still dusted every Sunday, the one that still held her son’s engineering books in perfect order.

Rocky bent her forward until her soft belly pressed against the sharp edge. The cool wood kissed her stiff nipples; a violent shiver ran through her whole body.

He spread her feet wide with his own and slammed into her pussy from behind without warning.

The first thrust lifted her onto her toes and stole every bit of air from her lungs....“Aaaaahhh… oh God…”

He started pounding, deep, punishing strokes that rocked the table forward with every loud slap of his hips against her ass.  

Her heavy breasts slid back and forth across the surface, nipples scbanging wood, mangalsutra clinking like a broken bell.

He wrapped her long hair tighter around his left fist, pulling her head back, then hooked a finger into the corner of her mouth and stretched her cheek like reins.  

She drooled helplessly around it, raw, broken moans spilling out—“nnghh… hnnngh… aahhh”..

He fucked her like that for five minutes, the table creaking and groaning, wet slaps echoing, his low groans mixing with her desperate cries.

He wanted more.

He pulled out, gripped her thick calf and ankle firmly, and placed her foot high on Pritam’s study chair.  

She leaned harder on the table, palms flat, legs now split wide, pussy stretched and dripping.

He drove back in.

The new angle was cruel. Every thrust hammered straight into her cervix, made her soft belly quiver against the table edge, made her thick thigh tremble on the chair.  

He kept her there even longer, slapping her ass hard with every few strokes, sharp cracks ringing out, her creamy screams growing louder and louder.

“Ohhh… ohhh… aaaahhh…”

Still not enough for him. He pulled out again, growled, lifted her right leg higher, this time placing her knee and the full soft weight of her thigh on the tabletop itself.  

She was half-climbing the table now, breasts crushed against scattered pens and papers, ass high in the air.

Vumika’s eyes went wide with shock. She had never imagined any woman could be taken in such a shameless position, but now she felt his cock deeper than ever, stretching her, hitting places that made her whole body shake.

Rocky seized her hair with both pairs of hands like cruel reins and started short, violent strokes.

Thap-thap-thap-thap-thap-thap…

The table rocked wildly, legs scbanging the floor, books sliding.  

Her loud, desperate moans mixed with his rough, animal groans, the wet slap of his hips against her ass growing faster and louder.

Two heavy textbooks slid off the edge and crashed to the floor just as Rocky turned completely wild.

He slapped her ass once more, hard... “That’s for the second slap you gave me years ago,” he growled. “Now I’m going to make you pregnant.”

Terror flooded her.... “No! Don’t do this to me… don’t destroy my purity... I'm a mother...!"

But her scream only made him slam in one final time and hold.

Rocky felt his balls tighten, then the rush, thick, heavy pulse after heavy pulse shooting straight into her womb, each one hotter and stronger than the last, emptying everything he had deep inside her.  

Vumika felt every single spurt like liquid fire pouring into the deepest part of her body, the place that once carried Pritam, wave after wave, endless, heavy, marking her forever.

Her pussy clenched around him again and again, milking him against her will.

When he finally pulled out, a thick, creamy river gushed from her swollen pussy.  

Bishal was already there, camera inches from her lips, filming every drop as it spilled out and ran down her thighs.

She stayed bent over the table, chest heaving, body trembling, cum still leaking in steady pulses onto Pritam’s ruined books.

Rocky let go of her hair. Her head dropped forward, hair sticking to her sweaty, tear-streaked face.

The room was quiet except for her ragged breathing. Her eyes drifted to the wall. Pritam’s convocation photo...Her son’s proud smile....Her own face, bright and modest in yellow silk, the perfect mother.

That woman was gone forever. A low, animal sound escaped her throat, half sob, half scream.  

She tried to hide her face in her arms, but her body was too heavy, too used.

Rocky’s voice cut through the silence, cold and bored... “Hurry up. Sir will be home soon.”

Sahil stepped forward, grabbed her upper arms and shoulders, and dragged her off the table.  

Her legs nearly gave way, but he held her up and half-carried her back to the bed. He pushed her down onto her back.

She landed heavily on the soaked green sheet, breasts spilling wide, belly quivering.

She tried to cover herself, arms crossing her chest, thighs pressing together, but Sahil was already beside her.

He lay on her right side, slid his right arm under her right knee, and lifted.  

Her thick, heavy thigh rose high until her toes pointed straight at the ceiling.

Everything was exposed again: swollen pussy lips shining, loosened, still leaking Rocky’s thick load.

Because Rocky had already opened her so wide, Sahil’s cock slid in smooth and easy, filling her back hole completely in one slow push.

Vumika’s breath caught, then turned into loud, helpless moans, long, broken, rising and falling with every deep stroke. “Ohhhh… aaaaahhh… oh God… ohhhh… so deep… aaaahhh…”

He started moving, long, deep strokes, lying right beside her, one arm keeping her heavy thigh high, the other hand sometimes squeezing her breast hard.

The bed creaked and groaned... Her free leg kicked helplessly on the mattress....Her breasts bounced and swayed wildly.... Her belly slapped softly against his with every thrust.

Bishal knelt at the foot of the bed, camera pointed between her spread cheeks.

The drug still burned in her blood. Pleasure she hated rolled through her in waves.  Her eyes rolled back, tongue slipped out, drool shining on her lips as moan after moan spilled free.

Sahil’s rhythm grew harder, faster. Her lifted thigh trembled violently in his grip. Her whole body jiggled with each upward slam.

Finally he groaned, buried himself deep inside that huge, soft ass, cock disappearing completely, and let go.

Sahil felt the first thick pulse leave him like a bullet, then another, another, each one surging out with force, pumping hot and heavy into the deepest part of her ass, claiming every inch he had stretched open.  

Vumika felt the heat bloom suddenly inside her, thick jets shooting far up into her body, wave after heavy wave, filling her back passage until she was sure she could feel the warmth spreading through her belly.

When he finally pulled out slow, another thick, creamy river gushed from her open butthole, running down her crack , soaking the green sheet in a dark, spreading stain.

Bishal kept filming every drop while Vumika lay trembling, one leg still held high and shaking, eyes half-closed, tongue hanging out, chest heaving with silent, hopeless sobs.

Above them, Pritam’s convocation photo smiled down, mother and son forever frozen in a world that no longer existed.