08-06-2026, 01:10 PM
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Title : Online Cuckson - 1
( true story )
My name is Jayan. I am 20 years old and my mom Greeshma is in her late 40s. She is a very nice Nair woman from a good upper caste family. Everyone respects her because she is so traditional and modest. She always wears her saree properly pinned and dbangd so that not even a little bit of her navel is visible. She looks like the perfect conservative mother who does puja every morning.
My father works abroad and comes home only once a year for a few days. Mom and I live alone in our old quiet house surrounded by trees and empty plots. There are almost no neighbours so it stays very peaceful. At night you can only hear the ceiling fan spinning and sometimes dogs barking far away. I usually stay on my bed with my phone or studying while Mom moves around the house doing her work.
It is very late now. The whole house is dark except for the small glow of my phone screen. I am still feeling weak from the fever but I cannot sleep so I am slowly typing this on my small phone keyboard with my thumbs. The fan is clicking above me and the curtains are moving lightly. I need to write everything that happened today.
This morning the fever hit me hard. Burning hot and shivering. Mom got very worried and leaned over my bed. Her soft warm body pressed against me as she checked my forehead. She quickly called an auto. When the driver arrived our gate creaked loudly. He was a rough dark skinned muscular man in his late 30s with thick arms and a heavy mustache. The auto was small and cramped so Mom sat in front with him so she could hold me from behind.
As we drove on the broken colony roads every pothole made her body jolt. From the back seat I could not stop noticing how her heavy breasts kept rubbing and bouncing against his shoulder. Her pallu slipped down repeatedly showing the deep sweaty valley between them and the way her thick nipples poked clearly against the thin blouse. The driver changed gears often. His knuckles pressed and brushed slowly along the side of her breast each time.
He muttered something but i couldnot hear due to the engine noise. Mom only giggled shyly and said the roads were bad. Her thick thighs stayed spread wider than needed on the seat and his hand rested fully on her wide fleshy hip for long stretches. Every bump made her big round ass grind back against him. I watched it all silently. My stomach felt strangely tight and hot. The auto smelled of his sweat mixed with Mom's coconut oil. I kept telling myself it was nothing. Just the way we had to sit because of the small space.
At the small clinic the old grey haired doctor checked me quickly. He spoke very little. The waiting area had old wooden benches and a loud ticking clock. The tube light flickered. Then he told Mom to come behind the curtain for full payment and some special instructions. Mom smiled at me softly and said wait here kanna Mommy will handle it. I sat on the hard bed swinging my legs weakly. The dusty fan turned slowly above. For the next several minutes everything was quiet except low murmurs.
Then I heard it. Loud wet gulping sounds. Slow deep sucking. Heavy repeated throat swallows. Soft gagging noises. Mom's muffled breathy voice whispering something i cant make out. The doctor only made low satisfied grunts. Then he murmured something authoritative. I sat there fidgeting, looking at the items in his table. My heart pounded hard. I could not understand what was happening m The sounds went on for a long time. Wet. Rhythmic. Intimate. I fidgeted on the bed feeling this confusing mix of worry and strange heat between my legs.
Story to be continue ..
Tg : @hydguy1
Gchat : hydhotguy31
( true story )
My name is Jayan. I am 20 years old and my mom Greeshma is in her late 40s. She is a very nice Nair woman from a good upper caste family. Everyone respects her because she is so traditional and modest. She always wears her saree properly pinned and dbangd so that not even a little bit of her navel is visible. She looks like the perfect conservative mother who does puja every morning.
My father works abroad and comes home only once a year for a few days. Mom and I live alone in our old quiet house surrounded by trees and empty plots. There are almost no neighbours so it stays very peaceful. At night you can only hear the ceiling fan spinning and sometimes dogs barking far away. I usually stay on my bed with my phone or studying while Mom moves around the house doing her work.
It is very late now. The whole house is dark except for the small glow of my phone screen. I am still feeling weak from the fever but I cannot sleep so I am slowly typing this on my small phone keyboard with my thumbs. The fan is clicking above me and the curtains are moving lightly. I need to write everything that happened today.
This morning the fever hit me hard. Burning hot and shivering. Mom got very worried and leaned over my bed. Her soft warm body pressed against me as she checked my forehead. She quickly called an auto. When the driver arrived our gate creaked loudly. He was a rough dark skinned muscular man in his late 30s with thick arms and a heavy mustache. The auto was small and cramped so Mom sat in front with him so she could hold me from behind.
As we drove on the broken colony roads every pothole made her body jolt. From the back seat I could not stop noticing how her heavy breasts kept rubbing and bouncing against his shoulder. Her pallu slipped down repeatedly showing the deep sweaty valley between them and the way her thick nipples poked clearly against the thin blouse. The driver changed gears often. His knuckles pressed and brushed slowly along the side of her breast each time.
He muttered something but i couldnot hear due to the engine noise. Mom only giggled shyly and said the roads were bad. Her thick thighs stayed spread wider than needed on the seat and his hand rested fully on her wide fleshy hip for long stretches. Every bump made her big round ass grind back against him. I watched it all silently. My stomach felt strangely tight and hot. The auto smelled of his sweat mixed with Mom's coconut oil. I kept telling myself it was nothing. Just the way we had to sit because of the small space.
At the small clinic the old grey haired doctor checked me quickly. He spoke very little. The waiting area had old wooden benches and a loud ticking clock. The tube light flickered. Then he told Mom to come behind the curtain for full payment and some special instructions. Mom smiled at me softly and said wait here kanna Mommy will handle it. I sat on the hard bed swinging my legs weakly. The dusty fan turned slowly above. For the next several minutes everything was quiet except low murmurs.
Then I heard it. Loud wet gulping sounds. Slow deep sucking. Heavy repeated throat swallows. Soft gagging noises. Mom's muffled breathy voice whispering something i cant make out. The doctor only made low satisfied grunts. Then he murmured something authoritative. I sat there fidgeting, looking at the items in his table. My heart pounded hard. I could not understand what was happening m The sounds went on for a long time. Wet. Rhythmic. Intimate. I fidgeted on the bed feeling this confusing mix of worry and strange heat between my legs.
Story to be continue ..
Tg : @hydguy1
Gchat : hydhotguy31
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