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followed him to an area where people were gathered. When Mr. Ichiro approached, the people parted to give way. Mr. Ichiro led Jyoti through the mass of people. In the front were three Japanese men standing shoulder to shoulder.

Mr. Ichiro dropped Jyoti's hand and stood next to the three men. Jyoti felt overly self-conscious that she was naked and moved her hands and arms strategically over the front of her body in an attempt to cover as much of her nudity as possible.

Mr. Ichiro began speaking. Jyoti knew he was giving some sort of speech, but she didn't understand Japanese so she had no idea he was praising his top three performers. Jyoti knew the CEO was talking about the three men because he kept pointing to one or the other, causing an outburst of cheers from the crowd. Then everyone became silent as Mr. Ichiro continued. Jyoti felt uneasy because from time to time the entire group would look her way.

Jyoti was surprised to see the three men remove their shoes, pants and underwear. They looked ridiculous standing in their shirts and black socks with their dicks dangling for all to see. Mr. Ichiro crooked his finger at Jyoti and motioned for her to come to him. Begrudgingly, and with a great deal of apprehension, Jyoti took the few steps.

Pointing to the man at one end, Mr. Ichiro said to Jyoti, "You suck."

Jyoti walked to the Japanese man naked from the waist down and dropped to her knees. She felt everyone's eyes on her as she leaned forward and lifted the man's dick, then wrapped her lips around it. The man got hard and Jyoti sucked his cock to the best of her ability, swirling her tongue around it and bobbing her head. When she felt a tap on her shoulder Jyoti released the cock and looked back at Mr. Ichiro. Then Jyoti saw the man she had been sucking move and followed him with her eyes. Jyoti noticed for the first time a mat on the floor in front of the horseshoe of people. The man lied down on his back on the mat.

Mr. Ichiro pushed Jyoti's shoulder. She looked up at him and saw him nodding towards the second man.
"Suck too," was all he said.

Jyoti shifted to her right and put the second man's cock into her mouth. She sucked until he got hard and then Jyoti felt the tapping on her shoulder again. This time when she turned around Mr. Ichiro motioned for her to stand up. He then led Jyoti to the man lying on the mat who was gently fisting his cock, keeping it hard.

"You fuck him," Mr. Ichiro said.

Jyoti looked at the eyes of the audience. That's what they were, an audience. Jyoti was going to put on a show for them. An obscene show. Jyoti straddled the prone body and lowered herself to the man's crotch. She reached between her legs and found his hard cock. Jyoti shifted to get into position and pushed the head of the cock into her pussy. She sat down, sinking the cock into her. Jyoti began an up and down movement, getting her pussy acclimated to the cock.

Jyoti felt the hand on her shoulder again and knew it was Mr. Ichiro. She stopped fucking the man and looked up. Then she felt the man behind her before she saw him. Looking over her shoulder, Jyoti recognized the second man she had sucked. He was prying her ass-cheeks apart and then she felt the tip of his cock push against her anus.

"No, please no," Jyoti whispered to Mr. Ichiro.

She knew not to make a scene or embarrass the CEO in front of his employees, but she pleaded for him not to make her do this. But the only response Jyoti got was for the cock behind her to be slowly pushed into her asshole. The second man kept pushing until Jyoti felt his thighs against her buttocks. He was fully inside her ass. Jyoti also realized that when he pushed into her, her body moved down onto the cock in her pussy. She had two cocks completely inside her at the same time.

The prim and proper wife and mother of two was traumatized that such a thing was happening to her body. But Jyoti knew what was about to happen and waited for the two to begin fucking her, but they remained still. She was confused until Mr. Ichiro brought the third man over. He faced Jyoti, straddling the prone man.

"You suck," Mr. Ichiro said.

Jyoti couldn't move, so she just opened her mouth wide. The man took little steps until his cock bumped into Jyoti's face. Her hands were supporting her weight so Jyoti just opened her mouth wider, looking up at the man. He understood and grabbed his soft cock and guided it to Jyoti's mouth. She clamped her lips around the cock and began sucking and licking it. It stiffened and grew in her mouth which allowed Jyoti to bob her head.

When the man behind Jyoti saw his coworker was hard, he began rocking his hips back and forth. Jyoti was sucking a cock and getting fucked in the ass. But it didn't end there. The man underneath Jyoti felt the other man's cock moving through the thin membrane separating Jyoti's two holes and he began thrusting upwards. Jyoti had three cocks moving in and out of her three openings... and she knew dozens of people were watching.

The camera flashes were almost continuous as Jyoti serviced three men at the same time. She again wondered what would become of the photographs as her eyes glanced towards the onlookers. Jyoti was horrified when she saw the phones making videos. She was on her hands and knees like a dog, sitting on a cock, sucking another, while a third sawed in and out of her ass. Jyoti wasn't moving. She remained immobile like a fuck-doll while three hard cocks were being rammed in and out of her body. She gagged occasionally when the cock in her mouth went down her throat, and she grunted when the one in her ass pounded into her sore hole too violently. The man on the floor grabbed Jyoti's hanging tits and squeezed, pulling on her long nipples. Now she felt like a cow -- on all fours being milked. But no cow, or even a dog, ever endured the abuse and humiliation she was.

The man fucking Jyoti's ass began humping faster and then she felt his fingernails dig into her skin. He yelled something in Japanese that sounded like "bonsai" and then she felt his hot sperm shoot into her ass. The crowd yelled "bonsai" in unison. The man fucking her face grabbed Jyoti's head and really rammed his cock in and out of her throat. Once again she found herself choking, not being able to breathe. When he yelled "bonsai" Jyoti welcomed it, and then his sperm filled her mouth before she swallowed. The audience yelled "bonsai" as well. Jyoti was left on top of the prone man. She now had the freedom to move and wanted it to be over with as soon as possible so she straightened up and began bouncing up and down on his cock. Some of the excess sperm in her mouth spilled over her bottom lip and chin onto her breasts. Jyoti must have looked like a sex starved nymphomaniac as her hair flapped around and her breasts bounced. The cameras captured it all. Finally, the man under Jyoti cried out, "Oh shit. Bonsai!" which was followed by a loud "bonsai" from the crowd and then applause. Jyoti waited for the man's dick to stop spurting and then climbed off him. She collapsed onto the floor exhausted.

People gathered all around Jyoti, slapping the three men on the backs and congratulating them in Japanese. Jyoti just lay there, ashamed and sore.

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When the commotion subsided, men all around Jyoti began shedding their clothes. One grabbed her legs and lifted them until her knees were pressed against her chest. The man then leaned on the backs of her legs to hold her locked that way, and then pushed his cock into her ass. Jyoti cried out when the much larger cock than the others entered her asshole.
Although Jyoti knew she wasn't supposed to object to anything, getting ass-fucked in this position by a large cock was too much for her. But every time she opened her mouth to ask the man to stop, he thrust into her which resulted in the air being knocked out of her. The only thing that saved Jyoti was the intensity of the fuck. The man was ramming his cock in and out of her ass so fast that he didn't last long. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Jyoti, but was no more than 10 minutes, the man filled her ass with his sperm.

After the man pulled out and moved away, Jyoti's legs fell to the floor like sawed down trees. She was just catching her breath when she felt her legs being raised and pushed back again, lifting her ass off the floor. But this time someone behind her lifted her head and pushed it so that her chin dug into her chest. Her legs were pulled apart and Jyoti saw the man kneeling, just before the phone flash temporarily blinded her. Someone had taken a picture of her -- of her asshole, widened from the recent fuck and oozing sperm, and her face looking through her legs.

Before the white sparkling lights in Jyoti's eyesight stopped twinkling, another man pushed his cock into Jyoti's pussy. By now Jyoti was out of it, just laying there while the man fucked her. She tried to see his face, but it wasn't in focus. The gangbang was having an effect on Jyoti. Her head fell to the side where she saw several men jerking off. Jyoti thought that was odd since she was available to them.

The man fucking Jyoti came and another took his place, but Jyoti didn't even bother to look up. She kept staring at the group of men jerking off and putting their discharges in the glass bowl. By the time the third man pushed his cock into her pussy, the bowl was almost full. Jyoti's befuddled brain thought it was a stupid game. She wondered why they'd prefer to use their own hand when she was available. "The Japanese sure are weird," Jyoti thought.

When the current man fucking Jyoti came and pulled out, Jyoti kept her legs spread wide expecting another cock to be thrust into her. But all she felt between her legs was cool air. Someone kicked Jyoti in the side of her head with their knee so she lazily turned to face it. She saw another man jerking off, this one on his knees right next to her. Then she saw the white rope of sperm fly her way. It splashed across her nose and then another landed on her cheek... and then another and another. All the while phone flashes were going off.

When the man stopped cumming and shooting his sperm all over Jyoti's face she turned back to the group of men who had been jerking off. A man was walking towards her, carrying the bowl of sperm. Jyoti felt someone grab her from behind, under her armpits, and pull her. Her legs finally came together as she was dragged on the floor until Jyoti was propped against the wall in a sitting position.

Jyoti looked at the people standing around her, her mind confused and not functioning on all cylinders. The men were jerking off. There were dozens of them, and they were all fisting their cocks. Then the man knelt next to Jyoti and brought the glass bowl to Jyoti's lips. Bewildered, Jyoti automatically parted her lips. When the glass was pressed to her now open mouth, Jyoti tilted her head back. It wasn't until a large amount of slimy sperm spilled into her mouth and she swallowed that Jyoti realized what she was drinking. Jyoti immediately clamped her lips together and turned her head.

"Please, must drink," the man said in her best English. "Mr. Ichiro get angry. Please drink."

Jyoti stared at the man, looking for an ally. But all she saw in the heavily made up face were nervous eyes pleading with her to drink. Jyoti looked around noticing the phone flashes as well as men still jerking off. She felt like she was in an obscene nightmare. She couldn't drink all that sperm. She just couldn't. But Mr. Misra' words rang in her head. He had told Jyoti that she always said that, but in the end did it. She had come too far to stop now. If she did it would have all been for naught.

Jyoti relaxed her lips and opened her mouth slightly. The man tilted the glass bowl and Jyoti felt the sperm slide across her tongue. She choked at the thought of what was entering her mouth, but didn't vomit like she thought she would. Jyoti's mouth rapidly filled so she swallowed. To do so, Jyoti's mouth closed but the sperm kept flowing and spilled over her chin and onto her breasts. Jyoti opened her mouth again and accepted more of the foul tasting liquid. Jyoti kept swallowing and swallowing, thinking the bowl would never empty. Her belly was full and she was nauseous. But Jyoti kept drinking the sperm. All the while people were taking pictures of her humiliating act. When Jyoti's head was tilted far back, she finally felt the bowl leave her lips. The man held the bowl a little away from Jyoti's mouth, letting the last of the sperm spill onto Jyoti's face.

Relieved the glass had been removed, Jyoti sighed, but then she caught sight of the man standing above her. He was frantically jerking off. Then his cock erupted, showering Jyoti with his fresh sperm. Again the phone flashes were going off continuously. Another man stepped next to Jyoti and spilled his seed on her face as well. When the first man moved away he was replaced by two more, and then man after man jerked off over Jyoti's body. By the time all the men had climaxed, Jyoti was covered in sperm. Sperm was hanging in long strings from her jaw, chin, ears, nipples, and arms. Her hair was caked in it. One of Jyoti's eyes was closed, the eye socket filled with sperm. Every time she inhaled, sperm was sucked into her nostrils causing her to choke so Jyoti began breathing from her mouth. That, of course, allowed more sperm into her mouth which she unavoidably swallowed. Jyoti estimated that hundreds of pictures had been taken of her drinking and getting splattered with sperm. The sexually naive woman didn't know about bukkake, although she just experienced it firsthand, but had heard disgusting sex pictures were all over the internet and just knew some of those taken that night would end up on internet sites.

Jyoti found herself sitting against a wall covered in sperm. All the people wandered off to continue with their party. The "entertainment" was complete and no one even bothered to assist the dumbstruck woman on the floor. Jyoti just sat there, feeling the sperm slide over her body and then cake up. She didn't move until the chauffer who had brought her to the party stood over her. She looked up at him through one eye and he tossed a towel onto her chest. Jyoti wiped her sperm-filled eye first and then her face. She wiped her chest and then the rest of her body. Then Jyoti placed the towel, which now was soaked with sperm, on her head and rubbed her hair as if she had just washed it. Finally, Jyoti used the towel to rub between her legs, even turning onto her side to wipe her ass. It embarrassed her to do that in front of the chauffer, but she didn't have a choice. Jyoti held her hand out for the chauffer to help her up, but he pulled back not wanting to touch her. With a great deal of difficulty, Jyoti managed to get to her feet.

Jyoti looked around in a daze and wandered through the large room looking for her clothes. She was walking very slowly and bowlegged. Her body had a sheen of sperm all over it and people ignored her as she walked past them, except for the occasional picture taker.

Jyoti put clothes. They were both filthy from lying on the floor and people stepping on them. Once dressed, Jyoti followed the chauffer out of the room.

The chauffer stopped at the main exit. Jyoti automatically stopped too since the chauffer was leading her. She looked at him and waited for him to get her out of the nightmare she had spent many hours in. Jyoti watched as if in slow motion as the chauffer pulled his zipper down. Before he even fished his cock out, Jyoti was on her knees waiting for it. She didn't even think to protest. Jyoti stuffed the chauffer's cock into her mouth and sucked it until he also erupted. Jyoti swallowed it all.

The chauffer walked out with Jyoti trailing behind. Once again he assumed the subservient role and opened the door, closing it after Jyoti settled in the back seat. They drove in silence, Jyoti sore and humiliated.

When they arrived at Jyoti's house the chauffer once again opened the door for her. Jyoti was hesitant to step outside. Her skin was still caked in sperm, her hair was sticky with it, and her clothes were filthy. But Jyoti didn't have anywhere else to go so she got out of the limo and went into her house.

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Jyoti unlocked the door and quietly stepped inside. Using both hands to close the door gently, Jyoti caught her breath when she heard the click, but there were no other sounds within the house. Jyoti tiptoed towards her bedroom.

"Mom, I didn't hear you come ho..." Disha said coming out of the kitchen. "Oh-my-god, what happened to you?"

Jyoti froze. Her daughter was looking at her in disbelief. Jyoti had to think fast, but her brain wasn't working. She was still dazed by all that had happened. Jyoti just dumbly stared back.

"Mom, what happened? Are you all right? Were you in an accident? Should I call the doctor?"

The last question brought Jyoti out of her stupor. She couldn't have a doctor examine her. He would know she had sex in both her pussy and ass. He would probably know more than that as well.

"I-I did have an accident. Well, not really an accident," Jyoti corrected her lie thinking that would require a doctor. "You see, well, I, um... Disha, you wouldn't believe what happened."

Jyoti was stalling.

"Please Mom, tell me."

Disha thought for a while and then said, "I fell. I fell into a big hole. It was a construction site. Yeah, and I fell and got all dirty."

"But Mom, what's all that stuff in your hair and everywhere?"
Jyoti froze again, but now found lying to her daughter easier. "Some boys threw eggs at me. They thought it was funny. I was climbing out of the hole and they saw me. They had grocery bags so I guess they were doing shopping for their mothers. Well, they took the eggs out of the bag and began throwing them at me. I couldn't do anything. When they were out of eggs they ran away."

"Damn boys," Disha said. "Just like them to do something stupid like that. Are you hurt?"

"No, just upset and real dirty. I need to wash up. I feel awful."

"Yeah, I bet. Can I help?"

"No, but thanks."

"Mom, why are you walking funny?"

Jyoti's ass and pussy were still sore from the abuse they had received. "I pulled something in my leg
when I fell."

"Oh. Are you sure you don't need a doctor?"

"No, just a hot bath."

Jyoti continued walking to her bedroom. She felt her daughter's eyes on her, but thought Disha had believed her farfetched story. Jyoti ran her bath and undressed in the bathroom. She climbed into the bathtub and soaked.

Of course Disha told her father about the "accident" and the egg throwing prank. Ajay was very sympathetic and held Jyoti all night while they watched TV. Later, when they were in bed, he continued to hold her and the contact caused him to get an erection. He wanted to fuck his wife so he pulled her hand to his hard-on and moved his between her legs. Jyoti flinched when his fingers entered her sore pussy.

Ajay jerked his hand away and was about to ask Jyoti what was wrong. She knew what he was going to ask and also knew she couldn't allow him to touch her there or enter her without grimacing. Thinking fast, Jyoti leaned over and wrapped her lips around her husband's cock. It was the first time she had ever done that to him and he didn't complain. Ajay immediately forgot about his wife's earlier reaction to his touch and just fell onto his back, savoring the moment.

Jyoti's tongue swirled around her husband's cock while she moved her head up and down. By now she was a good cock sucker and knew what to do. Jyoti held Ajay's cock in her hand while her mouth and tongue attacked the sensitive head. Soon Ajay's hips were bucking, trying to move his cock between the lips pressed around it. Jyoti gagged a few times, but Ajay didn't stop, that is not until he climaxed. Without warning, Ajay filled his wife's mouth with his sperm. Jyoti automatically swallowed it, just like she had been trained.

"Jyoti, I'm sorry I came," Ajay apologized when he realized what happened. "I'm so sorry, I should have warned you."

"It's okay," Jyoti said, licking her lips to get the few drops that dripped from her mouth. "I didn't mind."

"You didn't? Wow! Why'd you do it?"

"Are you sorry I did?"

"No! Oh no! I loved it. It's just that... well, you never did before. You never wanted to. What changed your mind?"

Jyoti had to think fast. "I guess I liked the way you held me tonight. I really needed it and you were there for me. I wanted to do something nice to you."

"You sure did. I loved it. Do you want me to do you?"

"Ajay, I'm so tired and sore. I really just want to go to sleep."

"Okay, I understand." Ajay kissed his wife on the forehead and watched her turn onto her side, facing away from him. "Thanks Jyoti."

Jyoti mumbled a "you're welcome" and fell asleep -- humiliated, exhausted, sore, and with the taste of her husband's sperm in her mouth. Ajay, on the other hand, lay awake with a huge smile on his face. He stared up into the darkness thanking God for whatever had changed his wife.

The next night at dinner Ajay informed his family that he would be leaving the next morning on a two week business trip. He had never been away that long and all showed their surprise. They would have been more shocked if they knew why Mr. Misra was sending Ajay away.

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The next day Ajay left. One day later- when Jyoti answered the door she wasn't surprised to see Mr. Misra standing there. Nowadays, she always expected the worse... and Mr. Misra was "the worse." However, she was surprised to see him carrying a large sports bag. Mr. Misra didn't bother to wait for an invitation and pushed his way into the house. Jyoti closed the door and followed Mr. Misra. When he entered her bedroom he placed the sports bag on the floor. He saw Jyoti staring at it.

"I'm going to be staying for a few days," Mr. Misra said matter-of-factly.

"What? You can't. My kids."

"When they're home I'll be out of sight."

"But your work? Your wife?"

"The company will run without me... and my wife will be fine."

Jyoti was flabbergasted. She didn't know what to say. It was insane to have him in her house while her children were home. She had to put her foot down even if it meant that Ajay would go to jail and they'd have financial problems. This was going too far. She couldn't have her children involved.

"Mr. Misra, please leave my house immediately," Jyoti said with less conviction than she tried to make it sound.

Mr. Misra ignored Jyoti and picked up his sports bag, dropping it on her bed. He pulled out his phone, played a videao and showed it to Jyoti. Jyoti stared dumbly at the screen and then caught her breath, her hand covering her mouth. She saw herself on the screen.

"I have many cameras in my office," Mr. Misra said. "After some editing, it made for a very nice video."

The nightmare of the day in Mr. Misra' office came back to her as the video played. When she watched herself climb under Mr. Misra' desk and blow him, and then watched her husband come into the office and sit down, her knees went weak and she collapsed onto the bed.

"I don't think we have to watch the entire video..." Mr. Misra said, "unless you want to."

"NO! Turn it off."

Mr. Misra stopped the video and played another one. She was shocked when she saw being triple teamed at the party.

"It gets real good later," Mr. Misra said chuckling. "But I guess you already know that. I have photos too. Mr. Ichiro was very happy to give me them as a thank you."

"What would your children think of their mother when they see these vidoes?" Mr. Misra asked.

"My god! NO! You wouldn't. You couldn't. For god's sake, they must never see them!"

"What do you want?" Jyoti asked meekly.

"You know what I want."

Defeated, Jyoti's shoulders slumped and she hung her head. "Okay, you win."

"Good. Show me your daughter's bedroom."

"What?! Why do you want to see Disha's room?" Jyoti cried out as only a shocked, protective mother could.

"Just take me there."

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"Good. Show me your daughter's bedroom."

"What?! Why do you want to see Disha's room?" Jyoti cried out as only a shocked, protective mother could.

"Just take me there."

Jyoti's shoulders slumped again, but she led Mr. Misra to her daughter's bedroom. He looked around with a smug expression and then opened the closet door looking inside. After glancing back into the room and then the inside of the closet again, Mr. Misra quietly closed the door. He walked around the room like he owned it, picking up a stuffed animal here and a framed photograph there. But when he opened Disha's dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of panties, Jyoti gasped.

"Please don't touch those," Jyoti pleaded.

In response, Mr. Misra lifted the panties to his face and sniffed loudly. His eyes were on Jyoti the whole time.

"Did you ever catch your son smelling your panties again?" Mr. Misra asked taking a louder sniff.

"No! Definitely not! I don't know why he did that, but I'm sure it was a one time thing."

"Hmmm, we'll see."

Misra rummaged through Disha's panties some more, pulling out the ones that caught his fancy. Then he looked at her bras, checking the label for the size. Jyoti felt like her daughter was being violated. The man she had grown to hate was touching her daughter's underwear. Mr. Misra opened the next drawer which was filled with normal clothes, but he pushed his hand down into the clothing anyway, and then he did the same with the next drawer. When he opened the bottom drawer it was filled with sweaters. Mr. Misra pushed his hand inside like he had done in the others and moved it around. Then he smiled at Jyoti.

"Is your daughter sexually active?" Mr. Misra asked.

"What? I don't know," Jyoti blurted out. Then more hesitantly she said, "We, um, never discussed it. She dates, but... I don't think she's..."

Mr. Misra pulled his hand out of the bottom of Disha's sweater drawer holding a dildo. Jyoti stopped talking and her eyes got real big. Mr. Misra smiled knowing that Jyoti didn't know of her daughter's toy. He held it under his nose and inhaled.

"She's a nice young thing," Mr. Misra said. "Here, take a whiff." Mr. Misra held the dildo out but Jyoti jumped back. "I said smell it!" he said with much more authority.

Jyoti stepped up to Mr. Misra and leaned forward with her nose just over the dildo he was holding out. She wrinkled her nose at the odor.

"Lick it," Mr. Misra said.

"Please, why are you making me do such disgusting things?"
"Because I can. Now lick it." Jyoti flicked her tongue across the dildo. "Now suck it like a cock." Jyoti put the dildo in her mouth. "That's right, suck it good. Use your tongue and taste your daughter's cunt. Think about where that plastic thing has been while you suck it clean. Now bob your head... you know, like you suck cock. Yeah, drag your lips and tongue all over it. Can you taste her cunt? I bet you do."

Jyoti stood in Disha's bedroom sucking her daughter's dildo. Mr. Misra was right, she did taste her daughter. Every time Mr. Misra reminded her where the dildo had been she felt nauseous. Jyoti was sucking her daughter's dried pussy juices from the sex toy.

"That's enough," Mr. Misra said. Jyoti immediately yanked the dildo from her mouth. It was slick with her saliva. "Now use it."

Jyoti's eyes widened again, but she didn't bother to argue. She knew it was useless. Jyoti took her pants and underwear off and sat on her daughter's bed. She spread her legs and inserted the dildo into her pussy. Again Jyoti thought about where the dildo had been. It had been inside her daughter's pussy and now it was inside hers. Jyoti began sliding the dildo in and out of her pussy. She felt her pussy moisten and coat the dildo. She tried not to think about it, but her mind kept picturing her daughter's pussy getting wet around the dildo. It was the same wetness that had dried on the plastic, after who knows how many uses, that Jyoti had licked clean.

Mr. Misra returned to Disha's dresser. He opened the top drawer and retrieved a pair of green panties. He pulled his cock out and wrapped the panties around it, making sure the inside of the crotch was on his cock. Then he jerked off.

Jyoti watched as her daughter's clean panties were being rubbed on Mr. Misra' cock. Just the thought of her young daughter's pussy against something that had touched the evil man's cock made her sick. Mr. Misra carefully folded the green panties he had used and then replaced them in the drawer. Then, with his hard cock still jutting from his pants, Mr. Misra continued to investigate the room. After Mr. Misra went through all of Disha's belongings he replaced the dildo back to its hiding place in the bottom of her sweater drawer.

Take me to your son's room now

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She showed Mr. Misra to Aarav's room. Jyoti watched as Mr. Misra invaded her son's privacy by going through his things. He seemed pleased to have found Aarav's stash of porn magazines and showed them to the unsuspecting mother. But it was another discovery that really got his attention. He pulled his hand out from under a stack of clothes and showed it to Jyoti.

"I wonder who these belong to?" Mr. Misra said.

"My god, they're mine!"

"That's what I thought."

"But what are they doing in there?"

"Don't you know?"

"No, they must have gotten mixed up in the laundry."

Mr. Misra held the panties to his nose and smelled. "Nope, these haven't been washed."

Jyoti looked at the panties more intently. "I... I think I wore those yesterday. I could have sworn I put them to wash. I don't understand how they got in Aarav's drawer."

"Maybe I'll help you figure it out, but right now I need something to eat. Since I will be out of sight when your kids are home I will need the afternoon meal to be my dinner." Mr. Misra watched the flustered woman start to walk out of the room. "Jyoti?"

"Yes?"

After they had eaten. Mr. Misra went back upstairs while Jyoti stayed on the ground floor doing her normal household chores. The banging and other noises she heard upstairs bothered her, but she didn't investigate. The last thing she wanted was to be in Mr. Misra' presence. Jyoti knew that when they were alone he would expect sexual favors from her. So Jyoti remained downstairs, from time to time looking up at the noises. She only hoped her children would come home before Mr. Misra summoned her upstairs.

It was later, after dinner, when Mr. Misra heard Disha call out, "Mom, going to Charu's for a while."

Then he heard the door slam before Jyoti even had a chance to reply.

Mr. Misra called Jyoti on her cell phone. The arrangement was that if one of her kids answered the phone then Mr. Misra would just hang up and Jyoti would come upstairs to see if it was him calling. But Jyoti ran to the phone and answered it before her son could. When told to do so, Jyoti went to her bedroom.

"Take off your kurta and pajama" Mr. Misra told Jyoti when she entered her bedroom. "Put this on."

Jyoti caught the garment Mr. Misra had thrown to her. She looked at it briefly, recognizing it as her old house robe. She put her arms through the sleeves and went to tie the belt when she realized it seemed much shorter. Jyoti tugged on the hem, but the robe didn't fall to its usual place on her thighs. Mr. Misra had tampered with it, making it much shorter. Jyoti tied the robe and looked down -- it was very short. She looked over her shoulder and pushed her ass out. The robe barely covered her buttocks.

"Looks pretty good," Mr. Misra said.

"It's too short... way too short."

Mr. Misra walked behind Jyoti and reached around her body. His hand went between her legs and cupped her pussy. He used a finger to press the material into her slit and began rubbing her. Jyoti always hated when her body responded to him, but it betrayed her again. Soon her hips were moving as she ground her pussy onto his finger. Mr. Misra didn't stop until Jyoti climaxed, biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming.

"Okay, take the panties off," Mr. Misra said.
When Jyoti complied, Mr. Misra grabbed the moist panties and tossed them onto the foot of her bed. He then pulled new panties from his bag and told her to put them on. Jyoti noticed they were much sheerer than what she wore.

"This is what we're going to do," Mr. Misra said once Jyoti put the sexy panties on. "I unscrewed the ceiling light bulb so it looks like it blew. Do you know how to change a light bulb?"

"Of course!"

"Good. But I'm afraid you may fall. After all, you will need a ladder. I already brought it up from the garage."

"I won't fall," Jyoti said.

"I want to be sure."

"Okay, then are you going to hold me?"

"No, your son is."

"WHAT?!! Not dressed like this?"

"Yep, that's the fun part for me."

"Please, do what you want with me, but leave my family out of it."

"The choice is yours, you want me to give him the videos of the party? Now come on call your son... um, Aarav, right? I'll position the ladder while you call him. Don't worry about me. I'll be hidden. The new bulb is over there."

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Jyoti followed Mr. Misra' pointing finger and then watched in a daze as he moved the ladder under the ceiling fixture. He then went into the closet, but Jyoti noticed he had it open enough to see out but, unless you were looking for him, he was not visible. Once again Jyoti tugged on her robe, but it still didn't go lower.

Jyoti called her son and when he entered her room she told him she needed him to hold the ladder steady for her. When he offered to change the light bulb she told him she wasn't strong enough to hold the ladder. He was about to tell her that was ridiculous when she got angry and was curt with him so he relented.

From his hiding place, Mr. Misra watched Jyoti tentatively take the first step. It was obvious she was trying to keep her too short robe down. When Jyoti's hips were even with Aarav's face he reached out to hold his mother. But his hands stopped in mid-air. What Aarav saw was the bottom of his mother's buttocks sticking out from under the robe. When Jyoti took the next step, Aarav was able to see under his mother's robe, at her pale blue panties so sheer he saw the crack of her ass. Aarav's hands gripped the sides of the ladder as he looked up, not even trying to avert his eyes.

Jyoti knew how short the robe was and that it didn't maintain her modesty, but she couldn't look down. She hoped her son wasn't staring under her robe, but she didn't know and was afraid to find out. Instead, Jyoti thought it best to complete her task as quickly as possible. But what she didn't count on was that Mr. Misra had rigged the light fixture. She couldn't easily unscrew the mechanism holding the glass covering in place.

"Aarav, could you get me the pliers?" Jyoti asked.

"Will you be okay up there?"

"Yes, as long as I don't move. Please, get the pliers."

Aarav moved away from the ladder. Mr. Misra noticed he turned back and looked up one more time before heading for the door. On the way Aarav saw his mother's panties on the bed and hesitated. Mr. Misra had made a bet with himself that the teenager would take them. Aarav looked back at his mother checking to see if she was looking. She wasn't so he stuffed the soiled panties into his pocket.

When Aarav returned he stopped by the ladder and looked under his mother's robe. He then stepped to the side of the ladder and handed the pliers to Jyoti, then returned to his spot and put his foot on the lowest rung to keep it steady. While Jyoti struggled with the screw, Aarav stared under her short robe. As his mother moved, her legs parted and Aarav saw the part of her panties covering her pussy. The material was so thin that he even saw her slit and pubic hair. Mr. Misra watched him rub his obviously hard cock while staring up his mother's robe.

Finally, Jyoti changed the bulb and put the glass covering back in place. When she stepped onto the next lower rung her robe rode up her buttocks and Aarav was able to see most of her panty-covered ass. Jyoti got to the floor and thanked Aarav who left her bedroom.

"Happy?" Jyoti asked sarcastically when Mr. Misra came out of the closet. "That was sick."

"Notice anything missing?" Mr. Misra asked.

Jyoti looked around. "No."

"Your panties... the nice smelly ones."

Jyoti's eyes darted to her bed and then her hand covered her mouth. "Oh-my-god, he didn't."

"He sure did."

"But why?"

"Let's go find out," Mr. Misra said.

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Confused, Jyoti followed Mr. Misra to her TV. He turned it on and some other equipment she never saw before, even though it was her own bedroom. When the TV screen illuminated, Jyoti looked at it in stunned silence. She was watching her son sitting on the side of his bed taking off his sneakers. Jyoti looked at Mr. Misra in puzzlement.

He smiled and answered, "I didn't make millions in the electronics field without being an expert."
Jyoti stared dumbly, still not fully comprehending what was happening. When Mr. Misra nodded for her to turn back to the TV she did. Aarav was pulling his jeans off. Soon she saw her son's hard cock sticking up. But if that wasn't shocking enough, Aarav fished her panties out of his pants. He threw the jeans onto the floor and lifted the panties to his face. Jyoti recognized the panties as the ones she left on her bed, the ones covered in her pussy juices. And then Aarav's fist surrounded his hard cock and began moving up and down.

"I can't believe this," Jyoti said.

"This is what I want you to do..."

Mr. Misra explained to the befuddled woman what he expected of her.

"I can't bang my son," Jyoti exclaimed when he finished.

"Who said anything about bang? You don't have to do anything your son doesn't want to do. But you have to do what I told you."

"This is insane! He's my son. I can't do that."

"There's that can't again. Sure you can. And if you don't... well, I have the videos and pictures. I think your son will jerk off watching them, but what about your husband and your daughter... and everyone else?"

Jyoti felt trapped again. Her eyes were locked on her son's hand sliding up and down his cock. A cock she hadn't seen in years. A cock she was not supposed to see anymore, especially hard.

"I can't, his door must be locked," Jyoti said, relieved that she found an excuse.

"I made other improvements to your house. Don't worry, his door won't lock. Now GO!!"

[sam1981]

Jyoti's mind wasn't working and her son's actions were adding to her confusion. She was also terrified of the pictures and videos getting out. If they did get out, would mean the end of her family- Disha would never get married, her husband and son would probably be so humiliated. What if someone commits suicide? All these thoughts were running through her mind. What Misra was telling her to do was despicable, but maybe she should just do what he told her. After all, she didn't have to force herself upon her son. Aarav would never have sex with her. She was his mother. The worse that would happen is Aarav would get embarrassed when she caught him masturbating. That's not so bad. He'd get over it.

Jyoti was now standing at her son's bedroom door. Her hand was on the doorknob, but she didn't move. Jyoti decided to show Mr. Misra that not everyone was as perverted as him. She took a deep breath and turned the doorknob, hoping it was locked. But it rotated and the door opened. Jyoti was now staring at her son jerking off in person, not on the TV screen. She could hear his moans with Aarav's fist was moving a lot faster now than just a few moments before.

Jyoti stood in the doorway watching her son masturbate. His eyes were closed and he didn't hear the door open. But all of a sudden his eyes opened and he stared at his mother. Once the shock wore off he panicked and scrambled under his bedcover, pulling the cover to his chest. Aarav realized his mother's panties were still clutched in his hand under the cover.

"Mom, what are you doing here?!" Aarav called out.

"I just wanted to thank you for helping me."

"But I was... oh god, Mom, I..."

Jyoti stared at her flustered son. He was more embarrassed than she had ever seen him. Part of her wanted to hold him in her arms and tell him everything was all right. But she had to follow Mr. Misra' instructions. She walked to the side of her son's bed. Jyoti noticed Aarav's eyes were on her legs, at the fold of her very short robe.

Jyoti hated embarrassing her son further, but Mr. Misra was very explicit. "Aarav, are those my panties you have under the cover?"
Aarav's eyes opened wide. He had hoped his mother hadn't noticed. He just stared at her dumbly and then said, "I'm sorry, Mom."

"But why do you have them?" This scripted question was easier to ask since Jyoti really didn't understand.

"I don't know. I just like the..."

"You were smelling them. Do you like the smell?"

"Mom, this is so embarrassing. Please, can't you just leave?"

The next series of questions were going to be more difficult for Jyoti. "Is that why your thing was hard?"
Mr. Misra was watching from Jyoti's bedroom and had to chuckle when she called his cock a "thing." After all she'd been through she was still so modest.

"Mom, I couldn't help it," Aarav said so softly that Mr. Misra almost didn't hear him through the speakers.

"Aarav, did I cause it to get like that when I was on the ladder?"

"Yes."

"You were looking under my robe then?"

"Yes, I couldn't help it. It's so short."

"Yes, I guess it's my fault."

Jyoti knew what was expected of her next. She was amazed that Mr. Misra had figured out how the conversation would go. He told her exactly what to do and say at this point. Jyoti turned around and looked over her shoulder at her butt. Her hand was shaking, but she lifted the back of the robe up showing her son her panty-covered ass. She was still wearing the sheer panties he had seen earlier.

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"I have a big ass," Jyoti repeated the words exactly as Mr. Misra had given her.

"Oh god, Mom!"

Jyoti looked at her son. She saw movement under the bedcover and knew what he was doing. This is something even Mr. Misra didn't anticipate so she didn't know what to do. But Jyoti remembered what Mr. Misra had told her to do next.

"Aarav, since my big fat butt caused you to get excited, do you want me to help you?"

Aarav's hand stopped moving. He stared up at his mother in wonderment. What was she suggesting? Jyoti turned around and pulled the bedcover off her son's body. She saw his hard cock with in his hand around it. Now was the moment of truth. Jyoti knew Mr. Misra was watching. She had to do what he told her. Her only hope was her son. If he reacted the way a son should react Jyoti would be spared. Embarrassed, she'd be able to turn around and leave.

Jyoti's hand covered the part of Aarav's cock outside his fist. Now it was her son's turn to push her hand away and scold her. That's what a son should do. But that's not what her son did. Aarav moved his hand away and dropped it to the mattress. Jyoti was in a dilemma now. Since Aarav didn't do what she expected, Jyoti now had to do what Mr. Misra told her to. Jyoti's fist slowly slid down her son's dick and then back up.

Aarav's reaction surprised Jyoti. His hips jerked up and he let out a low moan. Jyoti felt the warmth of the flesh in her hand. Aarav's cock was so hard and hot. And then Aarav did something else that shocked his mother. Jyoti saw his hand moving over the mattress in search of something. It disappeared under the bedcover and withdrew with her panties clutched in his fist. Aarav placed her panties over his face. All the while, Jyoti was jerking him off.

"Oh god, Mom, I can't believe you're doing this," Aarav said.

Jyoti stared at her son's face covered in her soiled panties. Where had she gone wrong? Aarav should be offended, but he seemed pleased. She cursed Mr. Misra in her mind for letting her see this side of her son. Aarav was perverted. First the panties, and now he was letting his mother masturbate him.

Jyoti froze, her hand was cupping Aarav’s penis- when he began moving his hips more violently and then Jyoti saw his sperm fly into the air. She kept fisting her son's erupting cock as it shot off like a volcano.

At this point Jyoti wasn't sure what to do. Up until now, Mr. Misra' instructions were explicit, but at this point he told her to go with the flow. Her orders were that she couldn't deny her son anything. If all he wanted was a hand-job then she was free to leave. But if he wanted more, then she had to do it. Her son's recent actions worried Jyoti.

"Thanks Mom."

[sam1981]

She looked at his face to see him smiling at her, her panties lying next to his head. He had a dreamy look on his face. Jyoti immediately pulled her slimy hand away and started to rush out of the room.

"No, please don't go" Aarav said.

That was it. According to Mr. Misra, who was watching from her bedroom, Jyoti couldn't deny her son anything. She put her hand back onto his still hard cock and began sliding it up and down. Once again she was jerking her son off.

Jyoti continued her masturbatory task while her son stared at her. She wondered what was going through his mind. Jyoti still didn't understand why Aarav was a willing participant. Then her heart fell to her stomach when she realized her son thought she wanted to do it. Jyoti was struggling with that thought when she felt Aarav move. He was sitting up. And then Aarav's hand was on her face, gently brushing it. Jyoti thought that was nice until his hand moved to the top of her head and pulled it down. Jyoti's lips were touching the tip of her son's slimy cock. The pressure on the back of her head was clear. Jyoti knew what her son wanted. She also knew that Mr. Misra was watching. Troubled, but more afraid of Mr. Misra than what she was about to do, Jyoti opened her mouth and allowed her son's cock to slip between her lips.

"Oh Mom, that feels soooo good," Aarav purred.

Jyoti was still. She was bent over her son's prone body with his cock in her mouth. She tasted the remains of his recent discharge and had to swallow it when the saliva accumulated in her mouth, but she didn't move. That is, not until Aarav began bucking his hips, fucking her mouth. Jyoti relented and swirled her tongue around her son's cock, and then began bobbing her head.

Not that long ago, Jyoti had never given a blowjob. Now she was sucking her own son's dick. She glanced sideways and saw that Aarav had propped his head up on two pillows -- he was watching her. It was humiliating enough to know that Mr. Misra was watching her mouth move up and down her son's cock, but to have Aarav watch her do it was even worse.

At that point Jyoti simply wanted to get it over with. Her mouth moved more quickly up and down the top portion of Aarav's cock while her hand wanked the rest of it. It was as if her mouth and hand were connected, both going up and then down at the same time. Saliva dripped from Jyoti's mouth onto the shaft causing a squishy sound as her hand slid up and down. And then Jyoti heard the grunt, knowing what was about to happen. She tasted the fresh load of sperm as it hit her palate and fell onto her tongue. Her son was cumming in her mouth and she was swallowing it. Jyoti didn't pull her mouth away until Aarav's orgasm ended. She silently stood next to the bed.

"Jeez, Mom, that was great," Aarav said when he recovered. "What made you do that?"

What was Jyoti to say? She couldn't tell him Mr. Misra had forced her. She had to think of a reason quickly. "You looked like you needed it. But it was..."

Jyoti was about to tell Aarav that it was wrong to do what she had done, but he didn't give her a chance.
"I did need it. Thanks Mom, you're the greatest. Now I'll tell you why I took your panties. I love the way your pussy smells." Aarav's crude language bothered his mother.

"Aarav, please let me explain," Jyoti said, not even knowing how she would explain it.

"No, let me finish. Mom, I almost came in my pants right there holding the ladder. I was able to see up your robe. All I could think about was getting those blue panties out of the hamper later or tomorrow. But now I don't have to wait."

Jyoti jumped back when Aarav sat up and slid his legs over the side of the bed. Jyoti's eyes were riveted on his still semi-hard cock, shiny with her saliva. Aarav reached out and took hold of her robe's belt and pulled her to him, spreading his legs to bring her closer. In a flash, Aarav undid the belt and pulled her robe apart. Jyoti's hands quickly went to cover her crotch.

"C'mon, Mom, it's not like I haven't already seen them. Move your hands away."

Jyoti had to obey her son. That was Mr. Misra' orders. She dropped her arms to her sides and blushed when she saw her son's eyes lock on her crotch. But what happened next almost caused Jyoti to fall. Aarav reached around her, grabbing her ass, and pulled her towards him while moving his face forward. Jyoti flinched when she felt the tip of her son's nose press against her pubes, and then blushed when she heard his deep inhalation.

Aarav pushed her to the bed. He then yanked her panties out. Aarav briefly looked at his mother's neatly cropped pussy and then dove face first between her legs. Jyoti felt a tongue licking her pussy. The licks were hard and fast, not giving Jyoti time to repel them. Too much was happening too fast. All Jyoti knew now was that her pussy was being stimulated by a very active tongue. The fact that it was her son's tongue was only vaguely comprehended by her baffled brain.

Aarav was beyond himself. Ever since he had smelled his mother's panties that first time he had been consumed with her pussy. He couldn't resist smelling the soiled ones from the hamper, and even licking the crotch to get a brief taste. And when he saw under her robe earlier, at the sheerest panties she had ever worn, he was able to make out her pussy. But now he had the real thing in front of him, not covered by any undergarment. His taste buds were on high alert as his tongue swiped inside his mother's slit, savoring the juices it licked up. Aarav drove his tongue as deeply as he could into his mother's hole and wiggled it around. He enjoyed hearing his mother's moans, especially when he licked or sucked her clit.

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Jyoti couldn't believe what was happening. When she remembered it was her own son licking her pussy she wanted to repel him. But the feeling he was giving her quickly pushed that idea away. Jyoti had never experienced such pleasure and her fingers soon entwined in Aarav's hair, not to dislodge him but to hold him in place.

Mr. Misra watched the illicit scene in the next room. Jyoti looked like a sex starved nymphomaniac, her head moving from side to side and her hips humping. Her son looked like a man dying of thirst, finding a pool of water to feast on. And then Jyoti let out a scream as she climaxed.

Aarav remained between his mother's twitching legs. He loved her smell and taste, continuing to inhale deeply between gentle licks. Jyoti's hands had dropped to her sides so Aarav was free to move his head, glancing up at his mother from time to time. But his hard-on had returned and Aarav wanted more. He moved up his mother's limp body until he was in position and then, without warning, pushed his hard cock all the way into his mother's cunt.

Jyoti opened her eyes and mouth at the unexpected feeling of a cock sliding into her pussy. But before she could protest, Aarav leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue going inside. Jyoti still wanted to protest, that is until Aarav pulled out and thrust his cock into her again. Instead of objecting, Jyoti's tongue sought out Aarav's and soon they began a passionate kiss. Not a mother/son kiss, but a full fledged lover's kiss.

When Aarav began ramming his cock in and out of his mother's pussy, Jyoti responded in kind, fucking her son. Her arms and legs wrapped around his body, making sure he couldn't escape -- not that Aarav had any intention of doing so. They were at it for 15 minutes, sweating and grunting as their bodies slapped together. And then Jyoti shrieked again a moment before her son let out a howl. Their bodies became still, except for the occasional twitch, as Aarav filled his mother's cunt with his incestuous sperm. From time to time Jyoti's vagina muscles clamped around her son's cock and Aarav's dick throbbed in response.

Aarav's cock eventually slipped out of his mother's pussy and he rolled onto his back, panting like he had just run a marathon. Jyoti lay in place, her legs spread and her son's sperm oozing from her pussy. She too was breathing hard. Jyoti rolled onto her side and looked at her son's sweaty face, she was not sure what she was feeling- sexual pleasure, humiliation, shame, embarrassment.

Mr. Misra was surprised at the turn of events. He did not expect this to go that far. As Jyoti regained some strength she climbed out of bed. She stood on shaky legs as her body was weak from her experience. Jyoti picked up her robe and panties. She looked at her son lying in bed, his eyes closed and his face an expression of total bliss. Jyoti placed her panties next to his head on the pillow. Without putting her robe on, Jyoti went back to her bedroom.

[sam1981]

Jyoti staggered back to her bedroom. Jyoti was sweaty, with her wet hair stringy and sticking to her face; and her son's sperm was dripping down the inside of her thigh. It wasn't until she entered her bedroom and saw Mr. Misra smiling that the enormity of what she had done sunk in.

"That was the hottest thing I ever saw," Mr. Misra said.

"My god, what did you make me do?"

"I'm not sure I can take all the credit. That was all you and your boy. Man he has stamina, I miss being young."

Jyoti turned red when she realized what had happened. "And it was a nice touch to leave your panties for your son to sniff."

"What?!"

Jyoti's eyes dropped to her crotch and then automatically to her hand. Letting go of her robe, she discovered it was the only garment she had been holding. Jyoti didn't know where her panties were.

"You look confused," Mr. Misra said. "Here, maybe this will help you remember."

Jyoti watched Mr. Misra play the video on the TV.


"My god, you taped what we did?" Jyoti cried out. "Oh my god... oh my god!"
"We can watch it if you want."

"No! For god's sake, no! I can't believe we did it... that I did it. Oh my god... oh my god."

"Why don't you take a shower," Mr. Misra said. "You look... and smell like you need one."

Confused and upset, Jyoti went to her bathroom and turned on the shower. She let the water splash against her face and hair for a while and then she began soaping up. Jyoti thought she was losing her mind.

When Jyoti emerged from the bathroom, Mr. Misra was waiting. He was sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard, naked from the waist down and his legs wide apart. The TV was playing so Jyoti glanced at it. She stopped breathing when she saw what he was watching -- Jyoti and her son. Mr. Misra' cock was hard and he pointed to it. Jyoti got onto the bed and obediently put his cock into her mouth.

She glanced up and noticed Mr. Misra wasn't paying any attention to her. He was looking beyond her at the TV. Jyoti sucked Mr. Misra off until he too filled her mouth and belly with sperm, all the while listening to the sounds she and her son had made earlier.

After Mr. Misra reopened his eyes, he clicked the TV off and tossed the remote aside. He looked at Jyoti's frail face while she kept swallowing to rid the taste of his sperm. As the back of her hand wiped her mouth and chin, her face looked like a lost child's. Jyoti was staring into space with lifeless eyes, not seemingly aware of her surroundings. Mr. Misra pulled the bedcover back and managed to maneuver Jyoti's almost comatose body under it. He brought the cover to her chin and kissed her gently on the forehead. Jyoti's eyes slowly closed and soon her breathing became shallow.

Mr. Misra sat at the small desk in her bedroom doing some work he had brought with him. The only light came from the small lamp on the desk. From time to time he looked over at the bed, at Jyoti sleeping, to make sure she was still breathing. She had looked so fragile earlier and he feared he may have pushed her too far -- broken her -- and that her mind would tell her body to shut down... for good!

It was at one of the times he was staring at Jyoti that he heard a noise in the house. Mr. Misra got up and stretched, rubbing his eyes which were strained from working under the low light. He went to the bedroom door and cracked it, peeking out. Mr. Misra waited until he saw Jyoti's daughter, Disha, and then silently shut the door. He went to the foot of the bed and turned on the TV, lowering the volume to the minimum setting. He then turned on the other equipment that he had installed and kept flicking switches. Room after room appeared on the TV screen until he saw Disha walking in the hall. Mr. Misra admired the girl's young, firm body.

When Disha entered the hall bathroom, Mr. Misra quickly pressed another button and the TV screen blinked for a moment and then showed Disha again. He watched as she looked at herself in the mirror and yawned. Then Disha walked near the bed, opened her pants and pulled them down before laying on the bed.

Mr. Misra quickly increased the volume on the TV. Mr. Misra looked over his shoulder at Jyoti. She was sleeping peacefully. When he turned back to the TV he saw that Disha had lifted her tee-shirt over her breasts and was fondling her little mounds.. While Disha pinched and pulled her nipple, causing it to elongate, her other hand continued to move between her legs. Mr. Misra saw a long finger sliding between her pussy-lips and then disappear as it sunk into her hole. The young woman was now finger-fucking herself while squeezing her tits. The sensitive microphone that he had installed even picked up the squishy sounds her finger made as it slid in and out of her wet pussy. Then Disha's hips began moving and her sighs turned to moans. The stimulation on her clit soon brought on her orgasm and she snapped her knees together as she climaxed.

Mr. Misra' had been playing with his penis watching this and soon exploded at almost the same time, shooting his sperm onto the TV screen. He forced his eyes to remain open as he continued to watch the unsuspecting girl. Some of Mr. Misra' sperm splattered on the image of Disha. Using a pair of Jyoti's panties, Mr. Misra wiped the screen clean and then climbed into bed next to Jyoti. He quickly fell into a blissful sleep.

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When Mr. Misra awoke the next morning he slowly opened his eyes and turned towards Jyoti. She was wide awake, staring at him. He thought back to his witnessing Disha's masturbating and instantly got hard. Kicking the cover off, Mr. Misra grabbed Jyoti's head and shoved it to his crotch. She obediently opened her mouth and began sucking his cock, not stopping until he exploded into her mouth and she swallowed the hot, slimy liquid.

Jyoti showered and went downstairs to make tea for Mr. Misra. She felt uncomfortable standing in the kitchen in a nighty without underwear on, but Mr. Misra had directed her dressing and insisted. She impatiently watched the tea boiling in the pot, wishing for it to speed up. She was so consumed with the coffee pot that she didn't hear the soft steps made by feet clad in sneakers. Jyoti literally shrieked when she felt a hand on her ass. She spun around to see her son smiling.

"Aarav, what are you doing?" Jyoti said in a loud whisper.

The boy was stunned. His mother had come to him the night before and they had great sex. He thought she was playing a game he didn't understand and decided to play along. Aarav moved forward, causing Jyoti to back up until she was against the counter. He then pressed his lips to hers and thrust his hand under her dress in one motion. Jyoti felt her son's tongue forcing its way into her mouth and his finger into her pussy.

Jyoti became hysterical, pushing and clawing at her son. Her venomous assault was finally too much for the confused boy so Aarav backed away. Just then the telephone rang. Jyoti ran to answer the phone, but didn't have time to even say "hello." Her eyes darted around the room when she heard Mr. Misra' voice and what he was telling her. He had obviously seen her and Aarav's struggle in the kitchen so she guessed correctly that he had cameras throughout the house.

"No I can't," Jyoti whimpered.

"You will or else I'll invite your son up here to watch videos."

There was silence on both ends of the telephone line and then Jyoti softly stated that she understood. Without further words, Jyoti hung up.

"Who was that?" Aarav asked.

"Huh? Oh, never mind. It's not important."

"Mom, I'm sorry. I guess I don't understand. After last night... well, I thought..."

Aarav's voice faded. He was not sure what was happening, was last night a dream. Meanwhile, Jyoti’s eyes once again searched the room, knowing she and her son were being watched by Mr. Misra. He had called her on his cell phone and was very clear about what he expected.

"Aarav, it's my fault. I don't know what got into me last night, but I can see I caused a problem. Let me take care of it for you."

Aarav still didn't understand his mother's strange behavior, and actually took a step backwards when Jyoti moved towards him. He was about to say something when Jyoti pressed her lips to his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Aarav immediately responded, using his own tongue to push hers back into her mouth. He began a passionate kiss, but suddenly stopped and pulled his head away. Aarav looked down when he felt his mother's hand rubbing his cock.

"Mom...?"

"Shhh, darling, let Mommy take care of your problem."

Aarav didn't know that Jyoti was acting on Mr. Misra' orders. The stunned boy was silent, standing in the kitchen, while his mother's hands unbuckled his belt and then opened his pants. Soon his clothes were pushed to his ankles and his hard cock pointed at his mother. Jyoti's hand wrapped around her son's cock and gently wanked him. Aarav let out a sigh and grabbed the table for support.

Jyoti dropped to her knees and looked around the room one last time. She didn't see the cameras but knew they were there. She turned back to her son's cock and admired its size, then stuffed it into her mouth. Jyoti held the dick between her lips and flicked her tongue all around it. Aarav moaned his approval. Then Jyoti began moving her head, dragging her lips along the shaft, from time to time stopping to suck on the fat head. Aarav continued to lean on the table, but his other hand rested on the top of his mother's head feeling it move back and forth.

"Oh, Mom..." Aarav gasped.

Jyoti stopped moving when she felt her son's hips jerk, and then began swallowing his sperm. Aarav's fingers clutched her hair, pulling it so that
Jyoti felt a slight pain in her scalp, but she didn't pull away. Her instructions were clear. Jyoti was to swallow all of her son's sperm, and that's just what she did.

Only when Aarav stopped cumming did she back away and stand up.

When Aarav came around he suddenly felt embarrassed standing before his mother in the kitchen with his saliva-coated cock hanging between his legs. He quickly stooped and grabbed his clothes, yanking his pants and underwear up in one motion. Aarav blurted out that he had to meet a friend and almost ran out of the house.

Jyoti stood in the kitchen with the taste of her son's sperm lingering in her mouth. The tension she felt triggered tears to flow down her cheeks. She turned in a daze and noticed the chai was boiling and ready to flow out of the pot. Jyoti carried the tea to the bedroom, to Mr. Misra, all the while sniffling and weeping.

"What are you crying about?" Mr. Misra asked when Jyoti entered the bedroom.

"You're ruining my life."

"If anyone ruined your life it's your husband. Don't blame me."

"You really believe that, don't you?" Jyoti asked incredulously.

"Yeah, don't you?"

Jyoti thought about it for a moment and, in a way, it was Ajay's fault. If it hadn't been for his shortcomings none of this would have happened. But Mr. Misra was to blame too. He didn't have to make her do all those perverted things. He was a monster. But Jyoti knew it was useless to argue. She served Mr. Misra his tea and sat in a chair, silently watching him drink. To her he looked like a king knowing his lowly servant was at his beck 'n call.

[sam1981]

Jyoti stood in the kitchen with the taste of her son's sperm lingering in her mouth. The tension she felt triggered tears to flow down her cheeks. She turned in a daze and noticed the green light on the coffee machine. The coffee was ready. Jyoti carried the coffee to her bedroom, to Mr. Misra, all the while sniffling and weeping.

"What are you crying about?" Mr. Misra asked when Jyoti entered the bedroom.

"You're ruining my life."

"If anyone ruined your life it's your husband. Don't blame me."

"You really believe that, don't you?" Jyoti asked incredulously.

"Yeah, don't you?"

Jyoti thought about it for a moment and, in a way, it was Ajay's fault. If it hadn't been for his shortcomings none of this would have happened. But Mr. Misra was to blame too. He didn't have to make her do all those perverted things. He was a monster. But Jyoti knew it was useless to argue. She served Mr. Misra his coffee and sat in a chair, silently watching him drink. To her he looked like a king knowing his lowly servant was at his beck 'n call.

After Mr. Misra had his tea, he felt restless. He absentmindedly looked around the room and then his eyes stayed on Jyoti. She was very attractive and he knew she was naked under her nighty. Mr. Misra told Jyoti to remove her nighty which she promptly did. He studied her body, noticing that she was no longer shy when he looked at her nude. She had come a long way since he first made her strip in front of him. Part of him missed her modesty and the humiliation she had felt standing naked before him. Misra’s cock sprung to action.

"Go on, sit on it," Mr. Misra said.

Jyoti grabbed Mr. Misra' cock and guided it to her pussy. She sat down gently, feeling his cock enter her. When it was all the way inside her, Jyoti paused a moment to adjust to its size and then slowly lifted up. Without being told to, Jyoti began fucking her husband's boss.

Mr. Misra looked up into Jyoti's face. He knew she hated having to fuck him, but he also knew that part of her enjoyed it. He had evidently unleashed repressed feelings that Jyoti hadn't known she had. Mr. Misra felt Jyoti's pussy gripping his cock while she bounced up and down on it, increasing the pleasure she was feeling. Jyoti would deny it, even to herself, but Mr. Misra knew she was enjoying the fuck.

Mr. Misra heard a squeak and leaned to the side, looking around Jyoti's bouncing body. He caught a glimpse of someone peering through the now cracked door. When the door was pushed open a little more, Mr. Misra recognized Jyoti's daughter. He panicked for a moment but then realized the girl hadn't screamed. She hadn't left either. Disha was watching.

Mr. Misra thrust up hard into Jyoti and she reacted by crashing down on his cock. Unlike earlier, he did it repeatedly. It triggered something inside Jyoti who began bouncing up and down on his cock so hard and fast that she had to lean forward on her hands to support herself. Jyoti was moaning and grunting as she fucked Mr. Misra' big cock. And then a loud "aaaaaahhhhhh" escaped her mouth as she climaxed.

Disha had gotten up and went to use the bathroom. She had heard noises coming from down the hall and followed them. Standing outside her parents' bedroom door, Disha listened to the sounds. Although a virgin, not counting the dildo she occasionally used, Disha understood what the sounds were. She had never heard noises like that come from her parents' bedroom and, anyway, her father wasn't even home. The high college girl's curiosity got the better of her so she turned the doorknob as quietly as she could and pushed the door slightly open. She held her breath when the hinges squeaked, but looked into the room anyway. Disha wasn't able to see much but, since the noises hadn't stopped, she believed she was undetected. Disha pushed the door open a little more and felt so dizzy at what she saw that she almost fainted.

Her mother was naked astride a man, and since her father wasn't home it couldn't be him. Her mother was bouncing up and down, fucking the man. She was doing most of the work, although the man sometimes thrust up into her. When that happened Disha heard her mother grunt, but then she'd pick up her pace. And when the man became more active, her mother went ballistic. She leaned forward and fucked the man harder. In that position, Disha was able to see the man's cock sliding in and out of her mother's pussy. Disha watched open-mouthed. And then her mother cried out and stopped moving, other than her buttocks clenching.

Disha continued watching as her mother fell forward onto the man. The movement caused his cock to slide out of her pussy, popping out completely. Disha saw the cock spring upwards and then lean back towards her mother's red and swollen pussy-lips. His cock was shiny with what Disha knew to be her mother's juices.

And then, after her mother had been given time to rest, the man whispered into her ear. Looking very tired, her mother shifted and turned around. Disha ducked further behind the door, but did not leave. Her mother didn't look up so Disha inched forward a little to get a better look. She almost gasped when her mother put the cock into her mouth. Disha watched her straight-laced mother suck the cock that had just fucked her. And by the look of it, was experienced in giving blowjobs. But if that wasn't a big enough shock, Disha heard the man grunt and saw her mother's cheeks puff out. The man's ass kept lifting off the bed and Disha knew he was cumming in her mother's mouth. Disha watched in silence as her mother swallowed the sperm. Disha looked at the man but didn't recognize him, then noticed him staring in her direction. She didn't know if he saw her but panicked and dashed down the hall to the bathroom.

[sam1981]

Disha was at a loss. The young girl didn't know what to think. All the values that she had talked about since childhood- moral virtue, virginity, saving oneself for marriage seemed to be a lie. She was very conflicted should she go and confront her mom? Should she call her father? She was getting very stressed out and could not bear it any longer.

She went downstairs, straight to her father’s stash of alcohol. Pulled herself a bottle of vodka. She felt better after her third drink. Her head was spinning, she was buzzed but still her mind kept going to the image of her naked mother fucking the man.

Jyoti came down to start preparing a snack for Misra when she noticed her daughter drinking alcohol mid day.

“What is this Disha, you are drinking at home?”

Disha ignored her and poured a fourth drink

“Give me that” Jyoti went for the vodka bottle but stopped all of a sudden when Mr. Misra suddenly appeared in the kitchen wearing only boxer shorts.

"Oh-my-god, what are you doing here?!" Jyoti screamed.

"Just wanted my snack" Mr. Misra responded nonchalantly.

"But... but... but she's here," Jyoti said pointing to her daughter, and then addressing her daughter said, "Honey, it's not what it looks like."

Disha felt rage and shouted, "Oh no?! So what does it look like? Does it look like you're cheating on Dad? Does it look like you just fucked this guy? You are a whore!”

Jyoti was stunned to silence, but finally got control of herself. "Disha, how dare you? Watch your mouth!"

"You fuckin' hypocrite," Disha yelled. Jyoti's mouth snapped shut at the sudden outburst of her usually well-behaved daughter. "You've been telling me lies my whole life. I listened to you... believed you. I lost boyfriends because I listened to you and did what you told me. But you're a hypocrite. You say one thing but do something totally different. I have been a perfect little girl. I'm not listening to you anymore. I don’t need to"

Disha was so drunk that she almost fell down as she said this.

Jyoti was flabbergasted. She had never seen her daughter so angry or drink. And what was worse, it was obvious Disha had seen her with Mr. Misra and calling her a slut was appropriate.

"Honey, you are drunk lets go to bed and I will explain" Jyoti said softly. "Please, honey, lets go"

"No more talking, Mom. I don't want to hear anything more that you have to say." Jyoti tried to get up but sat down as was tipsy and sipped her fourth drink

Jyoti turned to Mr. Misra and said, "Please help me. I don't know what to do. You have to help me."

Mr. Misra saw both women looking at him... waiting. He took a deep breath, sighed, and said to Disha,

"Well, it looks like your mother filled your head with a lot of nonsense. A little sex..."

"I did not!" Jyoti blurted out.

"SHUT UP!" Mr. Misra snapped back, causing Jyoti to remain quiet. "Now, as I was saying," he continued,
turning towards Disha, "A little sex never hurt anyone. You shouldn't always give it away..." he paused and looked at Jyoti, "...like your mother does, but sex is something to enjoy."

The tears flowed down Jyoti's cheeks. She was being called a slut to her face, right in front of her daughter. She felt like jumping on Mr. Misra and strangling him until his eyes popped out of their sockets and his breathing stopped. But she wasn't strong enough and, anyway, it wouldn't solve her problem.

"What's your name?" Mr. Misra continued.

"Disha."

"Well, Disha, don't tell me you haven't had sex yet." The girl lowered her eyes telling all. "I guess that's your mother's fault." Disha looked up and her eyes threw darts at her mother. "I think, then, your mother should help you out."

"What do you mean?" Disha asked.

"Well, you're probably curious about sex, its not a taboo as it was 20 yrs ago"

Disha looked at Mr. Misra

"Disha, don't listen to..." Jyoti cried out feeling her daughter's anguish.

"SHUT UP! I told you to be quiet!" Mr. Misra yelled at Jyoti. "If you don't shut up and do what I say you know what will happen."

"What do you mean?" Disha asked. "Mom, that sounded like a threat."

Before Jyoti could speak, Mr. Misra said, "Your mother likes to have a lot of sex and all I meant was that if she doesn't behave then she won't get any. That's all. I guess I did threaten her. I'm sorry, it just came out."

Disha stared at her mother with contempt. Her mother was even more of a slut than she had thought. The man could actually get her to do what he wanted by threatening to withhold sex.

"Now, as I was saying," Mr. Misra continued, "your mother got you into this mess and she should get you out of it. Look, I don't want to force anything on you... and I don't want to embarrass you or do anything that you don't think is right, but I was thinking..."

Jyoti couldn't believe how phony Mr. Misra was. She wasn't sure where he was going, but felt trepidation over his words. Mr. Misra' incomplete sentence hung in the air.

"What do you mean?" Disha finally asked.

"Well, I think your mother should teach you about sex."

"WHAT?!" Jyoti cried out.

"How?" her daughter said more quietly.

"Would you like to learn about sex?" Mr. Misra asked the naive girl.

"Yes."

"Then I think your mother should teach you. It'll be safe for you and she owes it to you."

"Okay, but how?"

"Since you already saw us having sex..." Mr. Misra raised his hand to stop Disha's denial, "I guess we can show you how to do it. Instead of just watching from a distance we can show you and explain things to you. How does that sound?"

"Good, then let's begin." Mr. Misra looked at Jyoti who had a petrified look on her face. "Why don't you come closer," he said to Disha.

[sam1981]

The girl sat in the chair next to where Mr. Misra was standing. It was obvious the young girl was drunk. It was also obvious that she kept glancing at Mr. Misra' crotch, at the gaping fly in his boxers.

"Have you ever seen a cock before?" Mr. Misra asked Disha.

"I saw yours."

"But not close up."

"No."

"Jyoti, come closer." When Jyoti didn't move, Mr. Misra said more harshly, "I told you to get over here or else."

"Go on, Mother, do what he says or you won't get any more sex from him," Disha spat at her mother.
Jyoti was crushed. She knew she had to do whatever Mr. Misra told her to, but having her daughter treat her that way made it all the worse. She hoped some day she would be able to explain it all to her daughter. But for now, Jyoti silently stepped up to Mr. Misra.

"Take off my underwear and show your daughter my dick."

Jyoti looked at Mr. Misra' face, pleading for him to reconsider. He stared coldly back at her. She looked over at her daughter who was looking at her with scorn. Without having a choice, Jyoti slowly pulled Mr. Misra' underwear down. She felt his hand on the top of her head and, when he lifted a foot at a time, she removed the undergarment. Jyoti looked up and saw his cock limply hanging in front of her face. She quickly turned to her daughter and saw Disha's eyes staring at it.

"Do you want to touch it?" Mr. Misra asked Disha.

All Disha could do was shake her head no. It was all happening so fast. She couldn't believe she had caught her mother having sex, then the ensuing conversation, and now this. A naked man was standing in her kitchen, with her mother on her knees in front of him.

"It looks smaller up close," Disha said, almost to herself.

"You mean smaller than before?" Mr. Misra asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, it was hard then."

"Oh yeah."

"Jyoti, make my cock hard so your daughter can see it that way." Jyoti was defeated so she leaned forward and put the soft dick into her mouth. Mr. Misra pushed her head back. "I didn't tell you to suck it. All I asked you to do was make it hard." Then, turning to Disha, he said, "I apologize for your mother. I guess she loves sucking cock so much she... well, you saw." Disha gave her mother a venomous look.

"Never mind. Jyoti, use your hand."

Jyoti was humiliated beyond belief. Mr. Misra was twisting everything that happened, making it look like she wanted to suck his cock, in fact, that he had to push her away from it. The look on her daughter's face broke her heart. But Jyoti's fingers wrapped around Mr. Misra' cock and she began rubbing it. All the while her daughter was watching.

When Mr. Misra' cock began to show signs of life he told Jyoti to have her daughter help. Jyoti reluctantly reached out and grabbed Disha's wrist, gently pulling it until her fingers touched her first cock. Disha pulled her hand away from her mother's, but when Jyoti slid her fist down to the base of Mr. Misra's cock Disha touched the head with her fingertips. When the hardening cock reacted, she jerked her hand away, but quickly brought it back. Soon she covered the head in her small hand and squeezed.

"Jyoti, your daughter doesn't know what to do. Show her."

Jyoti covered her daughter's hand with her own and guided it down the semi-hard cock. She told her daughter to loosen her grip and then showed her how to slide her fist up and down. When the cock stiffened further, Disha moved her hand on her own, intrigued with the result. Soon Mr. Misra' cock was fully hard.

"That was very good," Mr. Misra complimented the young girl. "You now know how to give a hand-job. If it ever comes up..." Disha giggled at the unintentional pun, "you won't be embarrassed." Disha looked up at Mr. Misra, her little fist still holding his cock, and smiled appreciatively. "But, you know, most boys won't be satisfied with a hand-job."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, boys can do that themselves. Don't get me wrong... it feels a lot better when you do it, but they can jerk off anytime they want. What boys will really want is a blowjob."

Jyoti looked up at Mr. Misra with hate in her eyes. He was training her innocent daughter to be a slut.
She had taught Disha to be a good girl and, right before her eyes, Mr. Misra was undoing all that.

"As you saw, your mother really likes to give blowjobs," Mr. Misra said to Jyoti's mortification. "I guess it's time for her to teach you that too. C'mon, Jyoti, show your daughter how to suck cock."

Jyoti looked at her daughter who had an expectant, interested looking on her face. This was all surreal. Jyoti couldn't stand to see her looking at her any longer so she turned around. Now what she saw was Mr. Misra' hard cock.

Jyoti pulled the erection down slightly and wrapped her lips around its head. She began sucking the cock the way she had only recently learned herself. Mr. Misra made it worse when he told Jyoti to tell her daughter everything she was doing. Jyoti instructed her young daughter on how to give a blowjob. She explained how the girl's teeth needed to be kept from hurting the sensitive flesh, how the tongue was used, how to suck and bob one's head, how to keep from gagging, and how to use your hand at the same time. Jyoti had to keep stopping sucking his cock to speak, but Mr. Misra didn't mind. It was exciting to watch a mother teach her daughter how to suck cock.

[sam1981]

"Go on, I know you want to try," Mr. Misra said to Disha.

Disha looked up at him and then at her mother's face with his cock in her mouth. Disha was curious and did want to try it. After all, since her mother liked it so much, how bad could it be? Jyoti stopped sucking and turned a little towards her daughter. Disha got off the chair and stood next to her kneeling mother. She looked down on her and noticed something. Disha reached to the far side of her mother's face and touched her bulging cheek. She was able to feel the man's cock through her mother's cheek. Jyoti got embarrassed and pulled back causing the cock to pop from her mouth and spring up.

Disha dropped to her knees next to her mother and looked at the hard, wet cock. She grabbed it and slowly jerked it off like she had just been taught. Her hand glided more easily since it was coated with her mother's saliva. Disha took note of that for future reference. She pulled the cock down like she had seen her mother do and put it into her mouth. The young girl didn't move for a minute, just experiencing the sensation for the first time. Then she swallowed as saliva accumulated in her mouth. When Mr. Misra moaned, Disha looked up and saw his eyes closed. A power came over her so she did what her mother just taught her. Disha sucked and licked Mr. Misra' cock.

Mr. Misra immensely enjoyed the young, innocent girl's mouth on his cock for a while, but didn't want to cum in Disha's mouth and scare her off so he pulled out. Disha looked up at him with an expression best described as a kid who had a lollipop taken away. Mr. Misra was tempted to offer his cock to her but restrained.

"That was very good, you're a fast learner," Mr. Misra complimented her. He smiled when he saw her wipe the spittle from her chin. "But there's more to oral sex than giving a boy a blowjob. You should expect the boy to please you too." When he saw the confused look on Disha's face, Mr. Misra dropped to his knees and wrapped his arm around Disha's shoulders like a father would. "Let me explain. The girl should enjoy sex as much as the boy. If the boy doesn't give the girl pleasure he's selfish and a lousy lover. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Disha nodded. "Okay, now don't be alarmed, but I'm going to touch you. Okay?"

Disha hesitated for a moment and then nodded. Mr. Misra brushed his fingertips over Disha's cheeks and then down the sides of her neck. The girl closed her eyes and moaned at the sensuous feeling. When Mr. Misra' fingertips traced her lips, Disha parted them slightly. Disha began sucking on his fingers.

Mr. Misra' other hand caressed the nape of Disha's neck and then slid down her back, moving in small and then bigger circles. He leaned forward and pulled his fingers from her mouth, replacing them with his lips. When his tongue pushed forward, Disha sucked on it like she had his fingers. The fingers that had been in Disha's mouth now caressed her cheek and then slid down her neck, but this time not stopping. Soon his fingertips were just brushing the tips of her cone-shaped tits. Disha sighed into his mouth.

Mr. Misra' hand cupped Disha's breast and gently squeezed. The young girl was lost in the feeling and didn't object. Mr. Misra felt the girl's breast, unencumbered by a bra, and loved the feeling. Jyoti sat on the floor two feet away, helplessly watching the man she despised seduce her young, innocent daughter.

"Did you like that?" Mr. Misra said after breaking the kiss and leaning back.
"Uh hum," Disha said dreamily.

"Don't be frightened. I'm going to make it feel even better."

Very slowly, Mr. Misra grabbed the bottom of Disha's top. He slowly pulled it up trying not to frighten her. Disha's arms automatically rose when he pulled her shirt off. Suddenly, Disha felt embarrassed having her naked breasts exposed to the man and covered them.

Mr. Misra ignored her breasts, for the moment, and pressed his lips to hers again. Soon they were passionately French-kissing. When Mr. Misra' hand touched the underside of Disha's tit she moved her hand away. He slid his palm over her breast, just brushing her nipple, and gently squeezed. Disha moaned.

Mr. Misra pulled away from Disha's mouth and licked her lips. Her tongue sensuously flicked at his tongue, making contact outside their mouths. Then he licked down her chin, under her chin, over her neck, and onto her tit. He opened his mouth and got most of her small breast into it and sucked, making sure to swipe his tongue over her stiffening nipple. Disha's head fell back as she experienced unknown pleasure. By the time Mr. Misra had caressed both tits with his mouth and tongue, Disha's nipples were standing out like pencil erasers.

"Did you like that?" Mr. Misra asked.

"Uh hum."

"Do you want even more pleasure?"

"Uh hum."

Mr. Misra leaned forward and began licking Disha's belly. The young girl squealed and giggled as it tickled her. In the meantime, Mr. Misra was undoing her shorts. He returned to Disha's tits, causing her to close her eyes and return to the dreamy state she had been in. Mr. Misra turned and whispered for Jyoti to remove the last of her daughter's clothes. Mr. Misra alternated between Disha's mouth and breasts, bringing moans from the young girl.

Jyoti couldn't believe what she was doing. She was stripping her baby daughter. But what choice did she have? For a fleeting moment, Jyoti considered jumping to her feet to get a kitchen knife and thrust it into Mr. Misra' back, but she thought better of it. Instead, she pulled her daughter's shorts down and off, and then did the same with her panties. She looked at the little girl panties, blue with a white border around the elastic leg band, and knew her daughter was no longer the pure, innocent girl she had loved.
When Mr. Misra saw that the girl was naked he dragged his tongue down the girl's belly, this time not stopping. His lips traveled over her pubic hair, and then he pulled her labia apart and began licking her clit.

"Oh god, oh god," Disha exclaimed. "What are you doing? Oh god."

Mr. Misra continued to lick her to make sure she knew how good it felt and then lifted up saying, "I told you that oral sex wasn't just the girl giving the boy a blowjob. This is what the boy is supposed to do to the girl. Do you like it?"
"Yeah."

"Do you want me to do it some more?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Okay, but I think we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom."