Yesterday, 11:58 PM
As she spoke, my eyes drifted to the framed photo on the side table—her mother, 49 years old, still stunning, her full 38D breasts straining against a tight saree, her thick hips and round ass swaying in the picture from last year’s family gathering. Radha caught my glance, her wicked grin widening. “Oh, look at you, darling—staring at Mommy’s photo right after I confess my Daddy-daughter kink with Mike. Your filthy cock’s already swelling again, isn’t it?” She slid her hand down, wrapping her fingers around my hardening manhood, stroking slowly. “You must be imagining teasing her tight, mature cunt, those hairy lips parting for your cock, her heavy tits bouncing as you spank her thick ass.” She pumped faster, her voice dripping with mockery and lust. “Go on, darling—call her ‘oh mommy’ while I stroke you, picture her moaning for you.” I groaned, lost in the fantasy, murmuring, “Oh mommy…” Radha laughed filthily, pushing it further. “Yes, that’s it—imagine Mommy giving you those lustful, love-filled moans, ‘Oh, my naughty boy, I’ve wanted to feel your cock since I saw you pounding my daughter, stretching her pussy wide—now wreck your mommy’s tight, hairy cunt!’” Her strokes matched the rhythm of the imagined thrusts, her almond eyes gleaming as she teased me to the edge.
Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “I’ve seen you watching my mom, darling—your mother-in-law, 49 years old, still so fucking hot, her curves even fuller than mine, those heavy 38D tits and that thick, jiggly ass she sways under her sarees. You stare when she visits and stays with us, when she bends over to pick something up, her blouse gaping to show her deep cleavage, her dark nipples poking through her thin bras. I’ve caught you sneaking glances when she changes into her nightie, the fabric clinging to her mature body, her thick thighs and that hairy pussy outline visible. She has such a soft corner for you, darling—always hugging you a little too long, pressing her tits against you, laughing at your jokes, touching your arm. And I’ve seen her tease you deliberately—bending low in front of you, letting her pallu slip, ‘accidentally’ brushing her ass against your crotch when she passes by in the kitchen.”
Radha giggled filthily, her hand still stroking my cock as it pulsed at her words. “Mom’s sex-deprived, darling—Dad’s been gone for years, and she’s starving for cock. She’s told me how she masturbates every night, fingering her hairy, dripping pussy, using her old dildo, dreaming of a strong man to wreck her mature body. She’s depraved, just like me—maybe even worse at her age, craving to be spanked, fucked raw, called a naughty mommy. You should get her some nice mature lingerie, darling—sheer lace bras that barely hold her heavy tits, crotchless panties to show her hairy cunt, silky sleepwear that clings to her curves, short nighties that ride up to expose her thick ass. Gift them to her when she visits next, tell her they’re for her comfort, but we both know it’ll make her tease you harder—bending over in those sheer panties, letting you see her wet pussy lips, ‘accidentally’ flashing her nipples through the lace.”
Radha’s eyes locked on mine, gleaming with wicked mischief. “If Mom’s interested, darling, would you like to try her? Fuck your mother-in-law, spank her fat, mature ass, make her call you Daddy or Son while I watch? I’d love to see you pound her hairy cunt, fill her with your cum, maybe get Mike to join and turn it into a depraved family fuck-fest. I’ll talk to her, darling—hint at how much you want her, how you’d worship her 49-year-old body, make her feel desired again. Imagine it: her screaming as you rip her new lingerie, spanking her until she begs, her mature pussy gushing around your cock as she moans, ‘I’ve wanted your cock since I saw you fuck my daughter—pound your mommy now!’” She kissed me deeply, her tongue tasting of Mike’s cum, her voice a filthy promise. “I’ll make it happen, darling—Mom’s soft corner for you is already there, her teasing is her way of flirting. With the right lingerie, she’ll be dripping for you, calling you her naughty boy.”
We lay there in post-marathon bliss, our bodies still humming, when Radha suddenly sat up, her almond eyes sparkling with mischief. “Darling, it’s our anniversary—let’s video call Mom and ask for her blessings, make it special.” She grabbed her phone, propping it up on the nightstand, and hit video call. As it rang, she snatched my discarded t-shirt from the floor, pulling it over her head to cover her bare chest—the fabric clinging to her sweat-slicked breasts, her dark nipples still poking through, while her lower half remained naked, Mike’s thick cum still leaking from her well-fucked pussy in slow, creamy rivulets down her thighs. Her mom answered, her face lighting up on the screen, dressed in a thin cotton nighty that hugged her 38D curves, the neckline low enough to hint at her deep cleavage. “Hello, beta—happy anniversary to you both!” Radha purred, “Thank you, Mom—we miss you so much, don’t we, darling?” She nudged me, her tone dripping with double meaning. “Especially my husband—he’s been talking about you non-stop, saying how much he misses his favorite mother-in-law, how he can’t wait for you to visit next month.” I played along, my voice thick, “Yes, Mom, we really miss you—your presence makes everything better.” Radha giggled softly, continuing, “Mom, darling’s been hinting at wanting a special anniversary gift this year—something only you can help with when you come. Maybe… give him something to remember you by?”
Her mom laughed, oblivious but intrigued, “Oh, what does my son want? I’ll bring something nice.” Radha’s voice turned shamelessly suggestive, “Actually, Mom, send me your bra and panty measurements—36D or 38D now? And your panty size? My darling son wants to buy some sweet home dresses for his loving, caring mother-in-law whom he loves so, so much. Something comfy for when you stay with us—maybe silky nighties, lace bras, things that make you feel special.” Her mom hesitated, her cheeks flushing visibly on the screen, her chest rising and falling faster, knowing I was watching. “Beta… are you sure? Your husband’s right there… I’m embarrassed to say sizes aloud on video.” Radha pressed gently but firmly, “Mom, don’t worry—there’s nothing to be shy about! We’re family, and my darling son adores you. Come on, tell us—38D bra? Size 14 panties? He’s dying to spoil you.” Her mom stammered, her face turning a deeper red, her chest swelling with each nervous breath as she got lost in her own lustful thoughts—her eyes glazing slightly, imagining my hands on her, her depraved body betraying her with a subtle squirm. “Alright… yes, 38D bra, size 14 panties. But beta, this feels odd with him watching…”
As she spoke, her mom absentmindedly adjusted her nighty, tugging the neckline lower to reveal more of her deep, mature cleavage, the soft swell of her heavy breasts nearly spilling out, her dark nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. Radha winked at me, noticing my cock throb visibly under the sheets at her mother’s shy confession and teasing adjustment. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly as she cooed into the phone, “See, Mom? Someone here is really expecting you so much—look how eager he is for you to come stay with us, be with your loved daughter and her SON. He’ll keep you so happy, filled with all his love, won’t you, darling?” As she spoke those words—“filled with his love”—her grip tightened, pumping faster, and I couldn’t hold back. My cock erupted, thick ropes of cum spurting all over her hand, her belly, her breasts under the t-shirt, splattering in hot, sticky arcs as I groaned loudly. Radha laughed wickedly, still on the call, “Oh Mom, listen—my son’s so eager for you, he just came all over me at the thought of you staying! He’s painting his slut wife white just imagining keeping you happy and filled!”
Her mom’s eyes widened on the screen, her cheeks burning crimson, her chest heaving as she got lost again in thought, her hand lingering on her nighty, subtly pressing against her heavy breasts. Radha leaned close to my ear, whispering hotly while stroking my still-spurting cock, “See how her mum’s teasing you, darling—adjusting that nighty to show her fat cleavage, her cheeks red, her tits swelling like she’s getting wet just thinking about you. I’m sure her hairy pussy’s dripping right now, imagining your cock filling her.” Her mom giggled innocently, her voice a little breathy, “Beta, you’re too much! I miss you both so much… I’d love to come and stay with you permanently, live with my daughter and my sweet son. He’s always so caring…” She trailed off, her depraved body giving in to the forbidden pull, not knowing how badly her sweet, loving daughter wanted her to experience every sexual pleasure with her loving hubby—who lusted after her mother fiercely but loved her with all his heart.
Radha hung up with a filthy grin, licking my cum from her fingers. “Mom’s hooked, darling—she’s shy but dripping at the idea. Next month, she’ll be here, measurements in hand, ready for your ‘sweet home dresses’ to turn into crotchless panties and sheer nighties. I’ll make sure she knows you want to fill her with love, just like you fill me.”
The month flew by in a haze of teasing and anticipation. Radha had taken charge of the lingerie shopping, pulling me into our bedroom one lazy afternoon, her laptop open to a secret browser tab filled with kinky designs. “Come here, darling,” she purred, patting the bed beside her, her fingers already tracing my thigh. “Let’s pick out some filthy treats for Mommy—make her feel young, sexy, and ready to spread for her son.”
She scrolled through pages of non-wired bralettes, soft, unstructured cups that looked modest and motherly from the front—like something a sweet Indian mummy would wear under her cotton saree—but designed to cradle and lift her heavy 38D breasts naturally, letting them hang freely without the cruel grip of underwire or padded cups. “See this one?” Radha cooed, zooming in on a delicate ivory lace bralette with thin straps and a gentle scoop neck. “It looks so innocent, so loving and maternal… but look how it clings to her lovely mammary, letting those big, soft boobs sway and jiggle with every step. No padding, no wire—just pure, natural hang. Her large dark brown nipples will poke right through the lace, and her wide areolas will shadow beneath like forbidden fruit.”
Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “I’ve seen you watching my mom, darling—your mother-in-law, 49 years old, still so fucking hot, her curves even fuller than mine, those heavy 38D tits and that thick, jiggly ass she sways under her sarees. You stare when she visits and stays with us, when she bends over to pick something up, her blouse gaping to show her deep cleavage, her dark nipples poking through her thin bras. I’ve caught you sneaking glances when she changes into her nightie, the fabric clinging to her mature body, her thick thighs and that hairy pussy outline visible. She has such a soft corner for you, darling—always hugging you a little too long, pressing her tits against you, laughing at your jokes, touching your arm. And I’ve seen her tease you deliberately—bending low in front of you, letting her pallu slip, ‘accidentally’ brushing her ass against your crotch when she passes by in the kitchen.”
Radha giggled filthily, her hand still stroking my cock as it pulsed at her words. “Mom’s sex-deprived, darling—Dad’s been gone for years, and she’s starving for cock. She’s told me how she masturbates every night, fingering her hairy, dripping pussy, using her old dildo, dreaming of a strong man to wreck her mature body. She’s depraved, just like me—maybe even worse at her age, craving to be spanked, fucked raw, called a naughty mommy. You should get her some nice mature lingerie, darling—sheer lace bras that barely hold her heavy tits, crotchless panties to show her hairy cunt, silky sleepwear that clings to her curves, short nighties that ride up to expose her thick ass. Gift them to her when she visits next, tell her they’re for her comfort, but we both know it’ll make her tease you harder—bending over in those sheer panties, letting you see her wet pussy lips, ‘accidentally’ flashing her nipples through the lace.”
Radha’s eyes locked on mine, gleaming with wicked mischief. “If Mom’s interested, darling, would you like to try her? Fuck your mother-in-law, spank her fat, mature ass, make her call you Daddy or Son while I watch? I’d love to see you pound her hairy cunt, fill her with your cum, maybe get Mike to join and turn it into a depraved family fuck-fest. I’ll talk to her, darling—hint at how much you want her, how you’d worship her 49-year-old body, make her feel desired again. Imagine it: her screaming as you rip her new lingerie, spanking her until she begs, her mature pussy gushing around your cock as she moans, ‘I’ve wanted your cock since I saw you fuck my daughter—pound your mommy now!’” She kissed me deeply, her tongue tasting of Mike’s cum, her voice a filthy promise. “I’ll make it happen, darling—Mom’s soft corner for you is already there, her teasing is her way of flirting. With the right lingerie, she’ll be dripping for you, calling you her naughty boy.”
We lay there in post-marathon bliss, our bodies still humming, when Radha suddenly sat up, her almond eyes sparkling with mischief. “Darling, it’s our anniversary—let’s video call Mom and ask for her blessings, make it special.” She grabbed her phone, propping it up on the nightstand, and hit video call. As it rang, she snatched my discarded t-shirt from the floor, pulling it over her head to cover her bare chest—the fabric clinging to her sweat-slicked breasts, her dark nipples still poking through, while her lower half remained naked, Mike’s thick cum still leaking from her well-fucked pussy in slow, creamy rivulets down her thighs. Her mom answered, her face lighting up on the screen, dressed in a thin cotton nighty that hugged her 38D curves, the neckline low enough to hint at her deep cleavage. “Hello, beta—happy anniversary to you both!” Radha purred, “Thank you, Mom—we miss you so much, don’t we, darling?” She nudged me, her tone dripping with double meaning. “Especially my husband—he’s been talking about you non-stop, saying how much he misses his favorite mother-in-law, how he can’t wait for you to visit next month.” I played along, my voice thick, “Yes, Mom, we really miss you—your presence makes everything better.” Radha giggled softly, continuing, “Mom, darling’s been hinting at wanting a special anniversary gift this year—something only you can help with when you come. Maybe… give him something to remember you by?”
Her mom laughed, oblivious but intrigued, “Oh, what does my son want? I’ll bring something nice.” Radha’s voice turned shamelessly suggestive, “Actually, Mom, send me your bra and panty measurements—36D or 38D now? And your panty size? My darling son wants to buy some sweet home dresses for his loving, caring mother-in-law whom he loves so, so much. Something comfy for when you stay with us—maybe silky nighties, lace bras, things that make you feel special.” Her mom hesitated, her cheeks flushing visibly on the screen, her chest rising and falling faster, knowing I was watching. “Beta… are you sure? Your husband’s right there… I’m embarrassed to say sizes aloud on video.” Radha pressed gently but firmly, “Mom, don’t worry—there’s nothing to be shy about! We’re family, and my darling son adores you. Come on, tell us—38D bra? Size 14 panties? He’s dying to spoil you.” Her mom stammered, her face turning a deeper red, her chest swelling with each nervous breath as she got lost in her own lustful thoughts—her eyes glazing slightly, imagining my hands on her, her depraved body betraying her with a subtle squirm. “Alright… yes, 38D bra, size 14 panties. But beta, this feels odd with him watching…”
As she spoke, her mom absentmindedly adjusted her nighty, tugging the neckline lower to reveal more of her deep, mature cleavage, the soft swell of her heavy breasts nearly spilling out, her dark nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. Radha winked at me, noticing my cock throb visibly under the sheets at her mother’s shy confession and teasing adjustment. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly as she cooed into the phone, “See, Mom? Someone here is really expecting you so much—look how eager he is for you to come stay with us, be with your loved daughter and her SON. He’ll keep you so happy, filled with all his love, won’t you, darling?” As she spoke those words—“filled with his love”—her grip tightened, pumping faster, and I couldn’t hold back. My cock erupted, thick ropes of cum spurting all over her hand, her belly, her breasts under the t-shirt, splattering in hot, sticky arcs as I groaned loudly. Radha laughed wickedly, still on the call, “Oh Mom, listen—my son’s so eager for you, he just came all over me at the thought of you staying! He’s painting his slut wife white just imagining keeping you happy and filled!”
Her mom’s eyes widened on the screen, her cheeks burning crimson, her chest heaving as she got lost again in thought, her hand lingering on her nighty, subtly pressing against her heavy breasts. Radha leaned close to my ear, whispering hotly while stroking my still-spurting cock, “See how her mum’s teasing you, darling—adjusting that nighty to show her fat cleavage, her cheeks red, her tits swelling like she’s getting wet just thinking about you. I’m sure her hairy pussy’s dripping right now, imagining your cock filling her.” Her mom giggled innocently, her voice a little breathy, “Beta, you’re too much! I miss you both so much… I’d love to come and stay with you permanently, live with my daughter and my sweet son. He’s always so caring…” She trailed off, her depraved body giving in to the forbidden pull, not knowing how badly her sweet, loving daughter wanted her to experience every sexual pleasure with her loving hubby—who lusted after her mother fiercely but loved her with all his heart.
Radha hung up with a filthy grin, licking my cum from her fingers. “Mom’s hooked, darling—she’s shy but dripping at the idea. Next month, she’ll be here, measurements in hand, ready for your ‘sweet home dresses’ to turn into crotchless panties and sheer nighties. I’ll make sure she knows you want to fill her with love, just like you fill me.”
The month flew by in a haze of teasing and anticipation. Radha had taken charge of the lingerie shopping, pulling me into our bedroom one lazy afternoon, her laptop open to a secret browser tab filled with kinky designs. “Come here, darling,” she purred, patting the bed beside her, her fingers already tracing my thigh. “Let’s pick out some filthy treats for Mommy—make her feel young, sexy, and ready to spread for her son.”
She scrolled through pages of non-wired bralettes, soft, unstructured cups that looked modest and motherly from the front—like something a sweet Indian mummy would wear under her cotton saree—but designed to cradle and lift her heavy 38D breasts naturally, letting them hang freely without the cruel grip of underwire or padded cups. “See this one?” Radha cooed, zooming in on a delicate ivory lace bralette with thin straps and a gentle scoop neck. “It looks so innocent, so loving and maternal… but look how it clings to her lovely mammary, letting those big, soft boobs sway and jiggle with every step. No padding, no wire—just pure, natural hang. Her large dark brown nipples will poke right through the lace, and her wide areolas will shadow beneath like forbidden fruit.”
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