Misc. Erotica A Mother’s Bargain - By Novelist Casanova

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Weeks later, Sathiyamoorthy Sir’s wife Thaya came to visit.

She sat in my completed ground-floor living room, looked around at the tiled floor, the new furniture, the rising upper floors, and said soft, “He told me everything before he died… how he helped you… how you helped him… I want to continue.”
She handed me a bank cheque—20 lakhs.
“For the remaining floors. Complete your house. He wanted you safe.”
I cried, hugged her, boobs crushing against hers, mangalsutra chains tangling.
With that 20 lakhs the construction flew.
Floor by floor rose—first, second, third, fourth, fifth.
Roof poured, doors fixed, painting done, water tanks installed.
The house became a full five-storey building, ground floor our home, upper floors rented to families, bringing steady income.
I settled happily, 2 lakhs a year from rents alone, plus my salary.
No more worry.
Varun graduated, got a good job, lived with me proud.
The thieves?
Both got arrested months later in another robbery.
Jail for years.
But every time they came out on parole or finished sentence, one or both showed up at my door.
The shorter one first, then the tall, then together.
They begged at my doorstep, “Please… your pussy… we dream of it in jail…”
I was settled, safe, but my pussy remembered.
I let them in.
They fucked me for hours—pussy, asshole, boobs, mouth—cumming inside me again and again, addicted to my body.
I gave freely now, no fear, just raw pleasure.
One fine day they came, fucked me deep and long, left smiling.
Then they went missing.
Never saw them again.
security officer said they died in a gang fight.
I never knew.
I never asked.
I lived happily with my son.
House complete.
Income steady.
Varun married, grandchildren playing in the rooms I built with my pussy and tears.
I touch my mangalsutra every night, remember the thieves, Sathiyamoorthy Sir, the Africans, Manoj, all the cocks that filled me to save my son.
And I smile.
My pussy paid every price.
My son never knew.
I lived happily.

The End.

Regards
Novelist Casanova