11-06-2026, 02:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-06-2026, 02:48 PM by Hotguy143. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Title : Online cuckson - 4
The bus jerked forward and that dark, sweaty labourer didn't even pretend to be innocent. He planted his fat bulge right into the deep valley of Sexy my mom's saree-covered ass, slowly using the movement of the bus as cover. I watched in sick horror as his thick, dark cock head (clearly outlined through his lungi) nestled between her massive cheeks like it belonged there.
Sexy my mom stiffened. Her knuckles went white on the overhead rail. For a second her eyes widened in shock, those innocent lips parting. Then her eyelids fluttered as he gave a slow, deliberate hump, dragging his hard meat up and down the crack of her ass. The thin white saree material was so fucking tight I could see the shape of her asscheeks spreading around his bulge.
She didn't scream. She didn't pull away. She just breathed heavier, her huge tits rising and falling, sweat making the blouse translucent enough that her dark areolas were slightly starting to show through.
When the bus got moving normally, I saw his bulge emerge from my mother's ass. I could clearly see his thick cock head outlining his lungi. It was throbbing. It got worse when he made eye contact with me, somehow figuring out it was my mother's ass he was rubbing on. He grinned a little and looked outside.
While the pain in my penis subsided, I could hear the college boys murmuring:
"Aa vella saree udutha charrakk kando?"
(Do you see that whore in the white saree?)
One of the boys with a nicotine-stained tongue said to the other.
I was enraged. I knew he was talking about my sexy my mom because she was the only one in a white saree. I wanted to punch that guy and beat him up in front of my sexy my mom, but something in my cock twitched when I heard his friend's response:
Avalde kundi keri pidichalo?"
(Wanna grab a handful of her ass?)
I was shook. Here I was, my cock in slight pain while watching someone rub his dirty cock against my sexy my mom's ass, listening to those boys talk about grabbing a handful of the same ass. This shouldn't turn me on... but fuck, why was my cock twitching?
Next stop. More people, no one getting off.
The bus lurched to a halt and fresh bodies poured in like cattle. The crowd crushed tighter, forcing me closer to Sexy my mom but still two bodies away. That dark, sweaty labourer didn't move an inch. If anything, he glued himself harder behind her, his thick bulge now nestled deep between her massive 40-inch asscheeks like it owned her.
Sexy my mom's breathing had changed. Those heavy 38D tits rose and fell faster under the damp blouse, the thin white fabric sticking to her sweat-slick skin. Her dark, fat nipples were starting to poke visibly against the wet cloth. She kept her innocent face turned slightly away, staring out the window like nothing was happening, but her wide hips gave the tiniest, involuntary twitch every time the bus swayed.
The labourer felt it. He grinned again, eyes half-lidded, and rolled his hips in a slow, filthy grind. I watched his fat, dark cockhead drag upward through the thin saree, splitting her deep asscrack, then press down hard so the outline of her plump pussy lips briefly showed through the stretched material. The coconut oil and sweat smell from her body mixed with his cheap beedi stink.
One of his rough black hands was on the overhead bar right next to hers, his thick fingers brushing her soft wrist. The other hand stayed low, adjusting his lungi and leaking cock, "steadying" himself on her milky waist. His palm was on her hip, I'm sure some of his precum mixed with her sweat there. His thumb pressed into the side of her deep navel through the saree, squeezing the soft flesh.
story to be continued ..
tg : @hydguy1
Gmail : hydhotguy31
The bus jerked forward and that dark, sweaty labourer didn't even pretend to be innocent. He planted his fat bulge right into the deep valley of Sexy my mom's saree-covered ass, slowly using the movement of the bus as cover. I watched in sick horror as his thick, dark cock head (clearly outlined through his lungi) nestled between her massive cheeks like it belonged there.
Sexy my mom stiffened. Her knuckles went white on the overhead rail. For a second her eyes widened in shock, those innocent lips parting. Then her eyelids fluttered as he gave a slow, deliberate hump, dragging his hard meat up and down the crack of her ass. The thin white saree material was so fucking tight I could see the shape of her asscheeks spreading around his bulge.
She didn't scream. She didn't pull away. She just breathed heavier, her huge tits rising and falling, sweat making the blouse translucent enough that her dark areolas were slightly starting to show through.
When the bus got moving normally, I saw his bulge emerge from my mother's ass. I could clearly see his thick cock head outlining his lungi. It was throbbing. It got worse when he made eye contact with me, somehow figuring out it was my mother's ass he was rubbing on. He grinned a little and looked outside.
While the pain in my penis subsided, I could hear the college boys murmuring:
"Aa vella saree udutha charrakk kando?"
(Do you see that whore in the white saree?)
One of the boys with a nicotine-stained tongue said to the other.
I was enraged. I knew he was talking about my sexy my mom because she was the only one in a white saree. I wanted to punch that guy and beat him up in front of my sexy my mom, but something in my cock twitched when I heard his friend's response:
Avalde kundi keri pidichalo?"
(Wanna grab a handful of her ass?)
I was shook. Here I was, my cock in slight pain while watching someone rub his dirty cock against my sexy my mom's ass, listening to those boys talk about grabbing a handful of the same ass. This shouldn't turn me on... but fuck, why was my cock twitching?
Next stop. More people, no one getting off.
The bus lurched to a halt and fresh bodies poured in like cattle. The crowd crushed tighter, forcing me closer to Sexy my mom but still two bodies away. That dark, sweaty labourer didn't move an inch. If anything, he glued himself harder behind her, his thick bulge now nestled deep between her massive 40-inch asscheeks like it owned her.
Sexy my mom's breathing had changed. Those heavy 38D tits rose and fell faster under the damp blouse, the thin white fabric sticking to her sweat-slick skin. Her dark, fat nipples were starting to poke visibly against the wet cloth. She kept her innocent face turned slightly away, staring out the window like nothing was happening, but her wide hips gave the tiniest, involuntary twitch every time the bus swayed.
The labourer felt it. He grinned again, eyes half-lidded, and rolled his hips in a slow, filthy grind. I watched his fat, dark cockhead drag upward through the thin saree, splitting her deep asscrack, then press down hard so the outline of her plump pussy lips briefly showed through the stretched material. The coconut oil and sweat smell from her body mixed with his cheap beedi stink.
One of his rough black hands was on the overhead bar right next to hers, his thick fingers brushing her soft wrist. The other hand stayed low, adjusting his lungi and leaking cock, "steadying" himself on her milky waist. His palm was on her hip, I'm sure some of his precum mixed with her sweat there. His thumb pressed into the side of her deep navel through the saree, squeezing the soft flesh.
story to be continued ..
tg : @hydguy1
Gmail : hydhotguy31
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