10-06-2026, 02:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-06-2026, 02:58 PM by Hotguy143. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Title : Online cuckson - 3
after that sex session then next this story happened few months back .
My name is Jayan. I'm 20, and my mom My sexy mom Greeshma is 48. Everyone in our area treats her like a proper, respectable Nair aunty who does puja at 5 AM, speaks softly, and never shows even a hint of skin. She always dbangs her saree perfectly, pallu pinned tight, not even a centimeter of her soft, deep navel visible.
But no matter how modest my mom tries to be, her body betrays her: 36D heavy tits that strain against the blouse, a milky waist, and a 40-inch ass that jiggles and sways with every step. The saree cloth clings to her wide hips and the deep crack of her ass when she walks. I've had to tell her to adjust it a couple of times so other guys would stop looking. She smells like coconut oil, sweat, and gulf perfume.
My father is abroad and rarely comes home, only sending money. So I have to accompany her to weddings.
After the wedding reception, Mom looked at me with that tired, innocent smile. "Auto or bus, Jayan?"
Because of what happened last time with an auto driver, I said bus. Big fucking mistake.
A crowded KSRTC bus arrived in five minutes. Mom got in through the front. I had to squeeze in from the rear door. Sweaty labourers' bodies, cheap perfume, and the stink of heat filled the air. I tried pushing toward the middle, but a gang of college boys blocked me, reeking of cigarettes. Behind me, drunk old men were laughing loudly, their hot breath on my neck.
I could see Mom clearly. She was holding the overhead rail with one hand, trying to balance. Her big breasts inside the blouse were pressed against the pole, the fabric already damp with sweat, dark patches forming under her arms and between her tits. The saree hugged her ass too tightly from behind. I really wanted to go near her and tell her to adjust it.
At the next stop, a massive wave of people shoved in. The college boys shifted and I finally slipped through, getting closer to her. But right then, a short, bulky, dark-skinned labourer in his mid-30s pushed through everyone until he was right behind the women. Unfortunately, he ended up directly behind my mom.
His face was almost in her hair. His crotch was exactly level with her round ass. The crowd kept pushing from behind, and I knew it was going to get worse, but not like what happened next:
The bus jerked forward and my crotch slammed into a metal pole at the same time. I screamed "fuck" internally. While I held my shriveled penis over my pants in pain, I looked at my mother and saw something even more painful.
story to be contiune ..
tg : @hydguy1
gchat : hydhotguy31
after that sex session then next this story happened few months back .
My name is Jayan. I'm 20, and my mom My sexy mom Greeshma is 48. Everyone in our area treats her like a proper, respectable Nair aunty who does puja at 5 AM, speaks softly, and never shows even a hint of skin. She always dbangs her saree perfectly, pallu pinned tight, not even a centimeter of her soft, deep navel visible.
But no matter how modest my mom tries to be, her body betrays her: 36D heavy tits that strain against the blouse, a milky waist, and a 40-inch ass that jiggles and sways with every step. The saree cloth clings to her wide hips and the deep crack of her ass when she walks. I've had to tell her to adjust it a couple of times so other guys would stop looking. She smells like coconut oil, sweat, and gulf perfume.
My father is abroad and rarely comes home, only sending money. So I have to accompany her to weddings.
After the wedding reception, Mom looked at me with that tired, innocent smile. "Auto or bus, Jayan?"
Because of what happened last time with an auto driver, I said bus. Big fucking mistake.
A crowded KSRTC bus arrived in five minutes. Mom got in through the front. I had to squeeze in from the rear door. Sweaty labourers' bodies, cheap perfume, and the stink of heat filled the air. I tried pushing toward the middle, but a gang of college boys blocked me, reeking of cigarettes. Behind me, drunk old men were laughing loudly, their hot breath on my neck.
I could see Mom clearly. She was holding the overhead rail with one hand, trying to balance. Her big breasts inside the blouse were pressed against the pole, the fabric already damp with sweat, dark patches forming under her arms and between her tits. The saree hugged her ass too tightly from behind. I really wanted to go near her and tell her to adjust it.
At the next stop, a massive wave of people shoved in. The college boys shifted and I finally slipped through, getting closer to her. But right then, a short, bulky, dark-skinned labourer in his mid-30s pushed through everyone until he was right behind the women. Unfortunately, he ended up directly behind my mom.
His face was almost in her hair. His crotch was exactly level with her round ass. The crowd kept pushing from behind, and I knew it was going to get worse, but not like what happened next:
The bus jerked forward and my crotch slammed into a metal pole at the same time. I screamed "fuck" internally. While I held my shriveled penis over my pants in pain, I looked at my mother and saw something even more painful.
story to be contiune ..
tg : @hydguy1
gchat : hydhotguy31
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