05-06-2026, 11:43 AM
Both of them waved their cocks in front of my face. I grabbed both of their cocks, stroked them gently, and slowly put one of them into my mouth and sucked, making him moan, "Aaaaaaah, Madam, aaaaaaah, ssssss, mmmmm."
The other one, unable to wait any longer, said, "Oh, hurry up and suck my dick too," and as I took his cock into my mouth, he closed his eyes and moaned. I had just sucked my son's dick a little while ago, and now I'm sucking some stranger's dick for him... And what's more, I had never even sucked my husband's dick while he was alive.
I took turns sucking both their cocks, and they both moaned, "Aaaah, Madam, aaaah, ssss, you suck so well, you bitch, aaaah, ssssss " 'Aaaaaah, ssssss, fuck, aaaaaah, just watching you kneel and suck like this is making me cum, you bitch, aaaaaah, sssssss, suck my cock like that, you cunt,' " said one of them, while the other said, "Aaaaaah, ssssss, you fucking whore, aaaaaah, just seeing you kneel and suck like this is making me want to cum, you bitch, aaaaaah, sssssss, your mouth was made for this, you cunt, aaaaaah, sssssss, suck my cock like that, you slut."
Both of them said, "Aaaah ssss Madam, your mouth was made for sucking dick, you know? Aaaah ssss especially your face, it's so fucking sexy, you cunt! Aaaah ssss." One of them said, "Yeah bitch, take our cum all over your face. That's the price of batteries," he said, and then both of them shot their cum all over my face.
Before I left, he said, "Madam, next time make sure your pussy is ready," and without a moment's hesitation I hurried home.
To be continued…
As soon as I entered the house, my son looked at me and said, "Battery."
I handed it to him, and he eagerly took it, mounted it on the camera, then smiled, hugged me, and said, "Superma, take a shower and get ready for the night shoot." He went to his room, and I, unable to say anything, went to mine.
After taking a bath and putting on a sari, I sat in front of the mirror, looking at myself, wondering what kind of pornographic pictures my son would take of me next. I couldn't bear to look at myself in the mirror; I turned away.
In these few days, I've been called everything from 'mom' and 'madam' to 'whore,' pussy... whore... I was called many degrading names.
I have stood naked in front of many people and been humiliated; the ultimate humiliation was having the cocks of strangers, not just my own son's, in my mouth... ugh... how can I look at my own face... I turned away.
My son opened the door, came in, and looked at me. "Mom, what are you doing in this dress? Didn't you see the bag on the bed?" Only then did I notice it.
My son said again, "Pfft… what are you doing? Fine, hurry up and change that sari… I'll be right back," and then he left.
I opened the bag and inside was a white sari, then a white jacket, and then a white petticoat. I understood: my widow's attire. A single tear rolled down the corner of my eye.
My son came back into my room, and I stood there in the white outfit he had bought, dressed in widow's attire.
My son said, "Superma… shall we start?" and turned on the camera. "Mom, now walk here with a sad expression, stand in front of me, look at the camera, and let your sari fall."
I was truly sad, so I walked over, stood in front of my son, let my white sari fall, and stood there with my white jacket showing.
My son said, "Mom, great. Keep looking at the camera and feel your breasts. Do it with that same sad expression." So I reached out and felt my jacket.
My son then said, "Supermom, now squeeze it… tell me, 'My husband isn't here to grab this, so will you come and squeeze my breasts?'" and I said it, lightly sobbing.
I really started to cry hearing this. Sobbing, I said, "This… to hold… my husband isn't here… could you… could you come and squeeze it for me, please…" My son's face lit up.
Then my son said, "Very good. Now take off your sari completely, and while rubbing your pussy on your skirt, say it."
When I hesitated, he said, "C'mon, ma'am... Say it like you did for your tits. Your pussy is burning... My husband isn't here... I need to get off every now and then... And then add a little more sexiness to it... And when you're done, look at the camera and say you'll lift your skirt and show me."
I was on the verge of tears, sobbing as I completely undressed my sari, placed my hand on my petticoat and rubbed my pussy, saying, "It's so hot down here…"
As my son glared, I rubbed my pussy again and said, "My pussy is so hot... my husband is the one to fuck it right now..." No... my pussy is aching so much for a dick... will you come... will you put out the heat in my pussy... let me lift my skirt and show you my pussy...' I finished in a crying voice.
My son said, "That's awesome. That's it. Now slowly lift your petticoat, show your pussy, and invite him to fuck. Keep saying that your husband isn't here. You have to beg while crying."
I cried, not sure if my son realized I was really crying or not, as I slowly lifted my sari up to my waist.
Showing him my pussy, I said, "Look… see how wet my pussy is… it's all wet without my husband… I can't stand the heat in my pussy anymore. Please, I'm begging you, come and fuck my pussy. Ah... give me your real cock.
"Please... come fuck me and put out the fire in my pussy with your cum," I cried.
My son held the camera in one hand and grabbed my blouse with the other, pushing me, and I fell onto the bed. As he filmed me, he grabbed my blouse with one hand and pulled it, and it came loose, freeing my large breast and making it jiggle.
My son lifted my skirt, took a picture of me, and said, "Beg, you cunt."
I cried, begging, "Please, I don't have a husband right now, my pussy is itching so much... hurry up and stick your dick in my pussy and fuck me... I want your dick..."
My son squeezed my breast and asked, "Do you want a dick? Do you want my dick?" I said, "Yes, please, baby."
He then asked, "How many days have passed since your husband died?" Tears choked my throat. With my son glaring from behind the camera, I cried, "A year."
My son forced my legs apart and, pinching and squeezing my breast, said cruelly, "You fucking cunt... your husband died less than a year ago, and already you're spreading your legs for some pussy pleasure, you whore?"
Completely unexpectedly, my son shoved his dick into my pussy in one swift thrust.
I snapped out of my shock and asked him, "Honey, what are you doing?" My son slapped my cheek and said, "Fuck, just act right."
"Say it, you bitch, does your pussy itch? Aaaah, aaaah, do you want a man's pleasure?" my son asked, thrusting his cock into my pussy with one hand while holding the camera and grabbing my thigh.
As I was getting fucked by my son, I said, "Sssshh ahh ahh yeah, my pussy is itching... ahh ahh ahh that's why I'm spreading my pussy."
As my son fucked me, he said, "Ahh ahh, you whore cunt! Ahhh, I know you're a proper slutty cunt... I can tell you're a bitch who's always looking for a dick just by the way you shake your ass when you walk," and he fucked me faster.
Every word from my son pierced me, and my tears streamed down like a river. My son said, "You whore cunt, ssss ah ah ah, will you sleep with your own son now that your husband is dead?" and then he slapped my breast.
As I cried, I said, "Yes, for my pussy's itch... Ahhh ahhh ahhh to satisfy my pussy's itch... with my... ahh ahh own son, ahhh ahhh I will spread my cunt for you, ahhh ahh."
My son's speed increased even more. In the next two thrusts, he came, pouring his cum all over my pussy and collapsed beside me
He left after gasping, "You're a good actress... awesome," and I, without stopping my crying, cried my heart out, telling myself I would never cry again.
The next day, thankfully, the peon wasn't there at work. I thought I could work in peace, but just then, I got a call from him. He asked me to come to the same place. I groaned, "Oh God," and went there, only to be in for another shock... and a surprise, too.
In that old building, the peon was making a woman who worked in my office, about ten years older than me, bend over completely naked and was fucking her ass hard, making her scream.
As soon as he saw me, he said, "Aaaah, sssshhh, look at this cunt... a good family woman like you... Aaaah, sssshhh, what a plump, round ass you have... How the fuck are you so curvy after eating all that rice and yogurt?" and he slammed his dick into my aunt's ass and started fucking her.
He then said, "I was planning to fuck you, Madam... but Aunty came along. Seeing your plump, full body just drove me wild... so I can't just leave you alone either. Hold on a sec, I'll be right back." With that, he kept groping my aunt's ass.
I was in the spot where my aunt was, and it was terrifying to see. The peon pulled his dick out of my aunt's ass, grabbed her by the hair, and forced her to her knees, shoving it into her mouth. My aunt coughed, unable to handle it.
He pulled out of her mouth and called, "Ma'am, do you want me to take you somewhere private? Come on, come suck my dick and get my cum." I slowly knelt beside Ma'am, took the peon's stinky dick in my hand, and put it in my mouth, and he grabbed my head.
I slowly sucked and he said, "Mmm ssss aahh suck it, aahh Madam, aahh ssss. This mammy doesn't know how to suck at all... aahh ssss."
He pressed Maami's cheek and said, "Watch closely, you slut... how a real blowjob is done... Ahhh sssss Ahhh ssss Mmm ahhh Madam, I'm about to cum, you slut... Take it on both of your good family women's faces!" and with that, he came all over them.
After the peon left, I gave Maami her clothes, and she took them without saying a word. I gently asked, "What happened, Maami?"
To that, she said, "That bastard said the water wasn't coming in the bathroom and told me to go because no one would be here. So I came here."
I started to say, "He took a picture of it... to blackmail..." but Aunty cut me off. "No, honey. I just lifted my sari and sat down here in a corner."
"That bastard followed me and grabbed me right when I was going to pee, and he even peed on me... ugh," she said.
I asked, "Why didn't you try to do anything? You should have just beaten him up and taught him a lesson." She said, "It's not like that. When he was doing it, I don't know what came over me... I was a little... crazy, and I spread my legs for him myself."
I glared at her, and she grinned wickedly, "Don't look at me like that... what am I supposed to do?
I was so dry, but the moment he touched me, I got wet." She said it casually and sauntered away in front of me.
At that moment, I thought, "Oh God, why do people like this keep tormenting me?"
Ahh ahhh ssss haaah ahhh ssss that's it, ahh baby ahh rip mom's pussy ahh ssss mmm ahh fuck me hard ahh ssss my pussy itch isn't going away ahh ssss ahh fuck my cunt ahh ssss rip it.
"Aahhh ssss baby, aahhh ssss mmm aahhh," I moaned as my son filmed me, fucking my pussy with his cock while I lay naked on my bed.
The other one, unable to wait any longer, said, "Oh, hurry up and suck my dick too," and as I took his cock into my mouth, he closed his eyes and moaned. I had just sucked my son's dick a little while ago, and now I'm sucking some stranger's dick for him... And what's more, I had never even sucked my husband's dick while he was alive.
I took turns sucking both their cocks, and they both moaned, "Aaaah, Madam, aaaah, ssss, you suck so well, you bitch, aaaah, ssssss " 'Aaaaaah, ssssss, fuck, aaaaaah, just watching you kneel and suck like this is making me cum, you bitch, aaaaaah, sssssss, suck my cock like that, you cunt,' " said one of them, while the other said, "Aaaaaah, ssssss, you fucking whore, aaaaaah, just seeing you kneel and suck like this is making me want to cum, you bitch, aaaaaah, sssssss, your mouth was made for this, you cunt, aaaaaah, sssssss, suck my cock like that, you slut."
Both of them said, "Aaaah ssss Madam, your mouth was made for sucking dick, you know? Aaaah ssss especially your face, it's so fucking sexy, you cunt! Aaaah ssss." One of them said, "Yeah bitch, take our cum all over your face. That's the price of batteries," he said, and then both of them shot their cum all over my face.
Before I left, he said, "Madam, next time make sure your pussy is ready," and without a moment's hesitation I hurried home.
To be continued…
As soon as I entered the house, my son looked at me and said, "Battery."
I handed it to him, and he eagerly took it, mounted it on the camera, then smiled, hugged me, and said, "Superma, take a shower and get ready for the night shoot." He went to his room, and I, unable to say anything, went to mine.
After taking a bath and putting on a sari, I sat in front of the mirror, looking at myself, wondering what kind of pornographic pictures my son would take of me next. I couldn't bear to look at myself in the mirror; I turned away.
In these few days, I've been called everything from 'mom' and 'madam' to 'whore,' pussy... whore... I was called many degrading names.
I have stood naked in front of many people and been humiliated; the ultimate humiliation was having the cocks of strangers, not just my own son's, in my mouth... ugh... how can I look at my own face... I turned away.
My son opened the door, came in, and looked at me. "Mom, what are you doing in this dress? Didn't you see the bag on the bed?" Only then did I notice it.
My son said again, "Pfft… what are you doing? Fine, hurry up and change that sari… I'll be right back," and then he left.
I opened the bag and inside was a white sari, then a white jacket, and then a white petticoat. I understood: my widow's attire. A single tear rolled down the corner of my eye.
My son came back into my room, and I stood there in the white outfit he had bought, dressed in widow's attire.
My son said, "Superma… shall we start?" and turned on the camera. "Mom, now walk here with a sad expression, stand in front of me, look at the camera, and let your sari fall."
I was truly sad, so I walked over, stood in front of my son, let my white sari fall, and stood there with my white jacket showing.
My son said, "Mom, great. Keep looking at the camera and feel your breasts. Do it with that same sad expression." So I reached out and felt my jacket.
My son then said, "Supermom, now squeeze it… tell me, 'My husband isn't here to grab this, so will you come and squeeze my breasts?'" and I said it, lightly sobbing.
I really started to cry hearing this. Sobbing, I said, "This… to hold… my husband isn't here… could you… could you come and squeeze it for me, please…" My son's face lit up.
Then my son said, "Very good. Now take off your sari completely, and while rubbing your pussy on your skirt, say it."
When I hesitated, he said, "C'mon, ma'am... Say it like you did for your tits. Your pussy is burning... My husband isn't here... I need to get off every now and then... And then add a little more sexiness to it... And when you're done, look at the camera and say you'll lift your skirt and show me."
I was on the verge of tears, sobbing as I completely undressed my sari, placed my hand on my petticoat and rubbed my pussy, saying, "It's so hot down here…"
As my son glared, I rubbed my pussy again and said, "My pussy is so hot... my husband is the one to fuck it right now..." No... my pussy is aching so much for a dick... will you come... will you put out the heat in my pussy... let me lift my skirt and show you my pussy...' I finished in a crying voice.
My son said, "That's awesome. That's it. Now slowly lift your petticoat, show your pussy, and invite him to fuck. Keep saying that your husband isn't here. You have to beg while crying."
I cried, not sure if my son realized I was really crying or not, as I slowly lifted my sari up to my waist.
Showing him my pussy, I said, "Look… see how wet my pussy is… it's all wet without my husband… I can't stand the heat in my pussy anymore. Please, I'm begging you, come and fuck my pussy. Ah... give me your real cock.
"Please... come fuck me and put out the fire in my pussy with your cum," I cried.
My son held the camera in one hand and grabbed my blouse with the other, pushing me, and I fell onto the bed. As he filmed me, he grabbed my blouse with one hand and pulled it, and it came loose, freeing my large breast and making it jiggle.
My son lifted my skirt, took a picture of me, and said, "Beg, you cunt."
I cried, begging, "Please, I don't have a husband right now, my pussy is itching so much... hurry up and stick your dick in my pussy and fuck me... I want your dick..."
My son squeezed my breast and asked, "Do you want a dick? Do you want my dick?" I said, "Yes, please, baby."
He then asked, "How many days have passed since your husband died?" Tears choked my throat. With my son glaring from behind the camera, I cried, "A year."
My son forced my legs apart and, pinching and squeezing my breast, said cruelly, "You fucking cunt... your husband died less than a year ago, and already you're spreading your legs for some pussy pleasure, you whore?"
Completely unexpectedly, my son shoved his dick into my pussy in one swift thrust.
I snapped out of my shock and asked him, "Honey, what are you doing?" My son slapped my cheek and said, "Fuck, just act right."
"Say it, you bitch, does your pussy itch? Aaaah, aaaah, do you want a man's pleasure?" my son asked, thrusting his cock into my pussy with one hand while holding the camera and grabbing my thigh.
As I was getting fucked by my son, I said, "Sssshh ahh ahh yeah, my pussy is itching... ahh ahh ahh that's why I'm spreading my pussy."
As my son fucked me, he said, "Ahh ahh, you whore cunt! Ahhh, I know you're a proper slutty cunt... I can tell you're a bitch who's always looking for a dick just by the way you shake your ass when you walk," and he fucked me faster.
Every word from my son pierced me, and my tears streamed down like a river. My son said, "You whore cunt, ssss ah ah ah, will you sleep with your own son now that your husband is dead?" and then he slapped my breast.
As I cried, I said, "Yes, for my pussy's itch... Ahhh ahhh ahhh to satisfy my pussy's itch... with my... ahh ahh own son, ahhh ahhh I will spread my cunt for you, ahhh ahh."
My son's speed increased even more. In the next two thrusts, he came, pouring his cum all over my pussy and collapsed beside me
He left after gasping, "You're a good actress... awesome," and I, without stopping my crying, cried my heart out, telling myself I would never cry again.
The next day, thankfully, the peon wasn't there at work. I thought I could work in peace, but just then, I got a call from him. He asked me to come to the same place. I groaned, "Oh God," and went there, only to be in for another shock... and a surprise, too.
In that old building, the peon was making a woman who worked in my office, about ten years older than me, bend over completely naked and was fucking her ass hard, making her scream.
As soon as he saw me, he said, "Aaaah, sssshhh, look at this cunt... a good family woman like you... Aaaah, sssshhh, what a plump, round ass you have... How the fuck are you so curvy after eating all that rice and yogurt?" and he slammed his dick into my aunt's ass and started fucking her.
He then said, "I was planning to fuck you, Madam... but Aunty came along. Seeing your plump, full body just drove me wild... so I can't just leave you alone either. Hold on a sec, I'll be right back." With that, he kept groping my aunt's ass.
I was in the spot where my aunt was, and it was terrifying to see. The peon pulled his dick out of my aunt's ass, grabbed her by the hair, and forced her to her knees, shoving it into her mouth. My aunt coughed, unable to handle it.
He pulled out of her mouth and called, "Ma'am, do you want me to take you somewhere private? Come on, come suck my dick and get my cum." I slowly knelt beside Ma'am, took the peon's stinky dick in my hand, and put it in my mouth, and he grabbed my head.
I slowly sucked and he said, "Mmm ssss aahh suck it, aahh Madam, aahh ssss. This mammy doesn't know how to suck at all... aahh ssss."
He pressed Maami's cheek and said, "Watch closely, you slut... how a real blowjob is done... Ahhh sssss Ahhh ssss Mmm ahhh Madam, I'm about to cum, you slut... Take it on both of your good family women's faces!" and with that, he came all over them.
After the peon left, I gave Maami her clothes, and she took them without saying a word. I gently asked, "What happened, Maami?"
To that, she said, "That bastard said the water wasn't coming in the bathroom and told me to go because no one would be here. So I came here."
I started to say, "He took a picture of it... to blackmail..." but Aunty cut me off. "No, honey. I just lifted my sari and sat down here in a corner."
"That bastard followed me and grabbed me right when I was going to pee, and he even peed on me... ugh," she said.
I asked, "Why didn't you try to do anything? You should have just beaten him up and taught him a lesson." She said, "It's not like that. When he was doing it, I don't know what came over me... I was a little... crazy, and I spread my legs for him myself."
I glared at her, and she grinned wickedly, "Don't look at me like that... what am I supposed to do?
I was so dry, but the moment he touched me, I got wet." She said it casually and sauntered away in front of me.
At that moment, I thought, "Oh God, why do people like this keep tormenting me?"
Ahh ahhh ssss haaah ahhh ssss that's it, ahh baby ahh rip mom's pussy ahh ssss mmm ahh fuck me hard ahh ssss my pussy itch isn't going away ahh ssss ahh fuck my cunt ahh ssss rip it.
"Aahhh ssss baby, aahhh ssss mmm aahhh," I moaned as my son filmed me, fucking my pussy with his cock while I lay naked on my bed.
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