Incest The Legend of Jaya Mam

[aristocraticman]

HI guys! I am posting my first story here. This will be a mix of hindi and english and would also contain incest   but not exclusively.
Depending on the response from you guys I would be motivated   to write it further. 

INDEX

1. Rahul- The Seriousness in class

2. Jaya- Pre-Wedding shoot

3. Rahul- Every guy's past, present and future

4. Nisha- The overprotective mother

[aristocraticman]

1. Rahul- The Seriousness in class

"C'mon students! Jaldi jaldi hath chalao"

Pages ruffeled. Scrribling voices from the pen were echoing in the classroom which was big enough to contain 20 students. Students started writing faster. There was no time. The class was going to end in few minutes so everyone took their teacher's command very seriously..even out main Charater RAHUL- Naam to suna hoga. If not, then you will, many times in this story. 

Actually the main character is someone else but Rahul, as in most Shahrukh khan's movies would be surrounded by girls and is the only man charater in the story......atleast till now...

Rahul also took the his teacher's command very seriously and started moving his hand fast. His hands were sweating..like everybody else. His eyes were fixed forward..like everybody else in class. He was extremely focussed..like everybody else. 

His breath was fast...not like everybody else...

His pant's zip was open..not like everbody else..

And his cock was out...you know further 

While everybody's eyes were on the board. His eyes were not bored. They were fixed on something beautiful and sexy. Something hot and desirable, even by the nerd 'Rakesh' with big spectacles, who had a red tie strung around his neck so tight that he was an inch away from strangling himself and who was sitting on the first bench.
 
Those special and exciting things were his teacher's sexy buttocks. So big and bubble shaped.
 
Rahul was mesmerized with those big mounds which were moving and shaking in those tight blue Jeans which his teacher was wearing. With every movement she was making while writing on the board, her big buttocks also jerked, giving thrills and joy to Rahul's eyes and cock. The cock which was out in the open and covered by a white Handkerchief. 

Rahul was holding his thick veined cock in his left hand grip tightly and moving fast. The fabric of his handkerchiefchief was wet and glued to his cock like Raveena's Saree from the song "Tip tip barsa paani". And it was true. Paani from his cock (pre-cum) was dripping (Tip-tip) into his hankerchief, making the fabric wet and slimy. 

Rahul looked at her. She was 5'9 feet tall with long thick legs. Just like he liked Women. She had black hairs which were tied into a bun on her head with a pen in between. She was wearing a white tee which was long enough to reach the brown belt she was wearing. Her neck was long, her shoulders curved to her thin arms. Her white tee shirt was running down along her thin back till her Jeans which was tied around her thick and curvy waist. Curvy enough to make her Iliana de cruz's twin sister. Not to mention her thick thighs which complemented her thick butt and long legs. 

While Rahul jerked to her moving sexy ass, he could not stop wondering if she had a boyfriend. He knew she was not married. To his suppose, she could be 28. Not so older as him, as he himself was 22 years old. 

"Rahul, you finished?"

Rahul almost jumped from his bench. He clenched his cock and pushed it down inside his zip as fast and as sneaky as he could. Some students looked back at him after they heard his name called out from their teacher. To his luck, he always sat on the last bench where no one liked to sit. And to his luck every one was nerdy serious about their studies unlike him, who had only one seriousness- atleast once in his life, to cum looking those sexy big buttocks without being disturbed.

His heart was beating fast. He hoped she didn't notice him jerking. 

"Arey bolo! So rahe ho kya?" she asked again.

"N..nahi mam. Likh rha hun." He replied in a shaky voice, part from almost cumming and part from fear of getting caught. 

"Dikhao kya likha hai..yahan aa kar!"

Rahul's heart came to his throat by hearing this. His cock has been rock hard till yet. And to make matter worst, now as she turned to him, he was looking now at her gorgeous cameltoe. He could see that clear V shape of jeans between her thick thighs. He could imagine how big pussy she had because he knew, 'big pussies make big impressions'. He could notice that line between..that line which was sandwiched between those fat pussy mounds..those sexy..

"Don't waste time in my class. Dikhao kya likha hai! Ya sabse peeche baith kar bas maze kar rhe ho". The teacher said in a loud voice with some anger in it.

(Maze hi kar rha tha Madam aapki mast mote-mote sexy chootad dekh kar..par ab aapne meri aisi ki taisi kar di. Lund dheere-dheere baith rha hai. Aaage to bilkul nahi aa rha chahe kuch bhi kar lo) Rahul thought to himself.
 
Before she could say more, the bell rang. She turned back fast to her whitebord and started writing again with the black marker she was having. Rahul took a breath of relief. His cock was back to sleep now. He sat back again on his bench. Even though the ceiling fan was blowing cool air, he was sweating hard. He looked around, everyone was writing again. His eyes fixed on a girl who was looking at him. Her name was Keerti. She was the most sexy babe of his class. She was also the most intelligent and observable girl of the class. But she was dumb when it came to cleverness.

Rahul had learned a long back that intelligent doesn't always mean cleverness and cleverness isn't necessarily intelligence. He looked at her with questioning eyes. She looked at him with expressionless face and then turned forward. 

In a minute, everyone started packing their bags and rushing out of the class. Rahul wanted to stay more and look at the sexy butt of his teacher but he didn't want to risk having her attention again at him. Atleast not today. 

He also packed his bag and went out from the class.

"Excuse me Jaya mam! Aapse kuch baat krni hai. I think Rahul ne aaj kuch bhi nahi likha. Wo shayad kuch aur kar rha tha. Kuch naughty thing!...."  Keerti said to the teacher, as she stayed till everybody was out from the class.

"What naughty thing?"

[aristocraticman]

2. Jaya- Pre-Wedding Shoot

"I love you Jaya" said Sachin as he kissed her cheek while laying beside her on the bed at his Flat. Jaya responded by saying 'Hmm' as she was busy messaging her girlfriends. Sachin looked at her in a loving way. She was cute and at the same time sexy. She looked cute to him when she was wearing her round black framed specs, looking all geeky & nerdy but with a hot sexy body. He looked at her thin waist and then big broad hips. She was the example of perfect hourglass. When he looked at her sexy big bubble butt poking through her tight Payjamas, he was nothing but wonderstruck.

He could not believe how she could be his girlfriend and in a few months she'll be his wife. Yes..he cound not still believe it and he pinched himself to make sure he was not dreaming. Even it was a dream, he didn't mean it to end.

He looked at her ass again and now he wanted.....he could not control himself and pinched on her buttcheek.

"Aaouuchh! Sachin! Ye kya kar rhe ho? Uff!"  she rubbed her ass cheek with her one hand. Her expression mixed with pain and smile. She liked it. She enjoyed knowing the effect she had on him. She made him crazy. She made other men crazy too but she was committed to him. It doesn't mattered to her if her whole college was masturbating after her sexy ass. She knew they did. She knew that her ass was responsible for every dirty cumstained bedsheets or floor of boys hostel. She didn't care. But she cared when her to-be husband and current boyfriend Sachin got all horny by just looking at her sexy bubble ass or her big juicy boobs and told her how he masturbated thinking of her.

She could have done sex with him already but she wanted to take it a long way. She liked him even if their relationship was just 2 Months old. They fell fast in love with each other and wanted to marry. They were too sure. She was sure that her honeymoon would be the best honeymoon between her girlfriends. Also, she wanted to tease Sachin and make him too horny so that he would give his best on the day of lovemaking. She had dreamed of that day in different versions of her fantasy and fingered herself countless times.

She was always astonished to see her own pussy in the mirror sometimes. It was perfect. Just perfect. She was a student of science and business and was a practical person and she knew, no girl could keep her pussy like a 16 year old virgin girl with perfect thin pink pussy lips hiding between the fluffy fat mounds of the pussy and a thin line in between, just like a peach. Like an unblossomed flower bud. She knew that when girls start masturbating hard; like rubbing their clitoris too hard or their pussy lips, the lips are bound to become big and dark. They come out and spread like a lotus petals. But her's was something special or unnatural. No matter how and how many times she masturbated, her pussy was always like a virgin. Perfect. Too perfect. Not normal.

She once told her mother as she was very open with her. Her mother laughed, not because she heard that Jaya masturbated, but because she was scared and honest. Her mother sat by her and told her that it was in the 'genes'. To prove her, her mother showed her own pussy to her. Jaya never got a bigger shock in her life. Without a warning she was looking at her mother's pussy. Totally exposed. Panty aside. Smoothly shaved with a perfect trimmed hairline. Just like Jaya. Or one could say, Jaya had a xerox pussy of her mother. Just with a bit small pussy mounds. "Cameltoe girls" was the name given to her mother and her daughters by the female relatives because of the distinctive perfect cameltoe shape their pussy made. It didn't matter what they wore, a skirt, jeans, Payjama, shorts or just panties. They couldn't hide their cameltoe their pussies made. They acceped that. Jaya's mother, Jaya and now Jaya's younger sister who was just became 18 this year. She was having hard time accepting when she goes to gym or her yoga class and every person with a dick or pussy stares between her leg. This was a family thing and Jaya knew her sister would come around just like her. 

"Arey baby kahan kho gyi?" 

Suddenly Jaya came back to the present by the voice of Sachin. She felt his hands on her buttocks. He was gently feeling her whole ass with his hand. A light touch. A touch giving shivers in her spine. She turned her neck and kissed her boyfriend on the lips. It was a strong kiss. A passionate kiss. A kiss she would probably give if her boyfriend placed his hands on her naked vagina. But his hand on her butt was enough.

Sachin felt the passion coming from her along with her tongue in his mouth. Suddenly he became aware of the strong sensations inside his testis. His cock was leaking pre-cum. He was aroused. Too aroused. It became hard and rocked on his underwear, trying to come out but feeling the resistance of the shorts and underwear. Sachin suddenly tried to pull himself free and break the kiss. Too late. He knew Jaya had a big sexual appetite. She was a big girl. Everything inside her was big. Not only her body but her spirit too. She was kind and big hearted, everytime helping others. But now she was horny. Only horny. Till now he underestimated the power of women. At this moment he was experiencing how much powerful a female can get. More than a man has the potential to be. 

As he was trying to pull off, Jaya put her hand at the back of his head, pushing his face into hers, pulling his hairs. With one jerk, she rolled and came over him. She was now lying flat on his body. This was as close as they could get with clothes on. With her one hand still pulling his hairs, she took his free hand with her other hand and put on her ass. Her big sexy ass. Sachin twitched a little. She smiled inside his mouth. She loved when he showed signs of getting influenced by her body. Now his hand was sandwiched between Jaya's hand and her buttcheek. With wet lips rubbing on one other, tongues twirling, Jaya squeezed her hand, making Sachin's hand squeeze his buttocks. She started moaning with the feel of her boyfriend's hand squeezing her buttocks. This was the first time she allowed him and herself to go this further. She wanted to go a bit further. We are not doing this naked. It's okay. She thought. She wanted more pleasure but she didn't know that her pleasure bubble was going to pop. Suddenly she felt her boyfriend twiching under her, his voice muffled as if he was trying to silence his orgasm. He broke the kiss, his hand still squeezing her buttock hard-just a few seconds -and he let go. 

Jaya felt some warm and wet sensation between her thighs. Did he just came? So early? Not believing her thoughts she looked at his face. There was a guilt on his face. As if he was sorry. Then she pulled herself a bit and looked down. She could not believe it. Sachin was totally wet down in the shorts. He had just came. 

"Sorry Jaya! Mai...mai shayad control nahi kar.."

"It's okay Sachin" she said without letting Sachin complete. She didn't want to make it awkward than it already was. "Hota hain aisa kabhi-kabhi. Since 2 months I am teasing you and pehli baar tumne mere Choota..meri ass ko chua. I didn't know I was so sexy down and back" she said and started laughing, to make the situation light. 

She genuinly believed that it was not Sachin or her's fault. She knew it happens between pairs and sometimes it is a sign that the female is too sexy to handle. 

She was unsatisfied. But she knew that the next time, Sachin would be ready. Next time would be long, next would be longer, and next...and next..till they'll fuck whole night non-stop. She believed it.

Her Belief and her life was going to change. And she didn't know.

[Blue Bull]

Most welcome dude ........ carry on .........

[aristocraticman]

3. Rahul- Every guy's Past, present and future

Rahul was running back to his home. He was not sure if he would call that his home because he was living alone..well not so alone. His rich mother has rented a big flat for him but he chose to live in a small house where a 38 year divorcee lived with her daughter 18 year old daughter. He chose to live there because somehow he understood the pain of her mother, bringing him up only by herself but at the same time he did not like to show off his mother's money. It had always made him an alien among friends. Plus, he was helping the landlady financially by paying her more rent than anyone in that area and for that she was glad and more friendly to him. 

His balls were almost bursing as he reached the main gate. He wanted to reach his room as soon as possible and jerk the hell out of his cock. His balls seemed to feel heavier at every moment. The blue balls he had recieved today in the class were to be relieved or he would go crazy. But like in the class, his luck did not seem to be on his side because as he opened the door, the landlady stood before him, a smile on her face and a small flowerpot in her hand. 

"Hi Rahul!"

"Namaste Aunty"

"Aunty? Tum mujhe baar-baar aunty kyu bolte ho? I feel old."

"Oh sorry Aunt..i mean Mamta ji!"

"........" The landlady looked at him with her eyebrows raised.

"M..Mamta. Hello Mamta."

"Right" She smiled. "Mera ek kaam karoge?"

"2 bolo par abhi main jaldi mai hun"

"Arey ye kaam bas do minute ka hai. wo kya hai ki Pooja ke school me..."

Suddenly Raahul stopped listening. He was focussed on how beautiful Mamta looked. So young yet mature..beautiful brown eyes..hairs till her shoulders..a thin yellow saree clinging to her curvaceous built. He had never thought of looking at her ass before but now he knew he had to. But for now he could not let his eyes of her moving lips..so thick and sexy. Even without any lipstick they were baby pink. He almost thought about kissing them...

"Theek hai?"

"huh?"

"Arey kar done na?" Mamta asked once again and gave him the flowerpot without any warning. Rahul had almost dropped it. 

"Kya karna hai?" He asked.

"Arey is gamle ko upar chat wale garden me rakh dena. Omg Rahul! Kahan ho tum aaj? Class gye the to theek thak the. Kahin koi ladki to pasand nahi aa gyi class me?" Mamta teased. 

"Arey nahi Mamta, aisi baat nahi hai. Wo bas..main kuch soch rha tha"

"haha...acha ab soch baad me lena, pehle jao or rakh ke aao. Mai late ho rhi hun Pooja ke school function ke liye. Bye"

"Bye" 

As soon she turned Rahul looked at her ass. The sway of those big buttocks under the saaree had almost given him a heart attack. He soon realised that his cock was hard and the balls were having the weight of a ton. He dashed toward his room. His flat was on first floor. With a flowerpot in his hand he climbed the stairs like a horse to the second floor terrace. The terrace was filled with plants. It was a mini garden of Mamta because she liked plants very much. It was just like a mini jungle in the home. Rahul once even thought it as a perfect place to have outdoor sex. Outdoor yet indoors. 

He didn't had time to place to find a spot for the flowerpot so in a hurry he placed it on the entrance of the terrace and sprinted towards the first floor. He didn't want the image of his teacher's butt to vanish from his mind. He wanted to enjoy it before it got fuzzy in his brain. He opened the door, closed it fast with his shaky hands. He dropped the keys trying to lock the door, muttered "Shit" under his breath. No time to pick them up. He threw his backpack on the sofa in the living room, left the shoes on the floor, removed the T shirt--on the floor, untied his jeans--on the bed. As he entered in his bedroom he was in the underwear. He pulled his underwear with one hand and off it went on the floor. His cock was finally free--dangling between his legs and now was rising slowly to its glory. Rahul threw himself naked on the bed with his back on..spread his legs and hands and closed his eyes. He let the image of Jaya's big ass in jeans come to his mind...his cock twitched a bit. Rahul smiled. Now it was the time. 

Rahul turned slightly and got hold of the ever-ready oil bottle from the side table just in case of emergencies like this. His poured the oil on his cock. There was no time for formalities like tissue paper or hand towel. He knew the bedsheet would be ruined but it was worth it. Jaya was worth it. The oil ran from the tip of his thick cock to his hairless balls and reached his asshole. Some oil dripped onto the bedsheet and got soaked.

With his left hand fingers, Rahul massaged and spread the oil on every inch of his cock. His cock was rock hard..glistening with the oil..the brown skin stretching to its limits..foreskin pulled down showing the pink-purple top..precum ooozing out and mixing with the oil..his fingers running down to his balls which were moving up and down automatically inside the sac.

(Kab tak ye akele muth maarna pdega? Onlf if Jaya Mam would be here to grab this cock.)

He started fantasizing that Jaya was sitting beside him on his bed and looking at him with love and passion. As she grabs his cock with her oiled fingers..a tingling sensation runs from his cock to his balls till his asshole...

"Oh Jaya Mam" he moaned. His mind filled with visions of how those beautifull buttocks moved and jerked when she was writing on the board.

His hands grabbed his cock harder...Jaya's hand grabbed his cock hard..

The room was filled with sloppy and squishy noises every guy knows of. Jaya was stroking him hard. Rahul was almost on his peak when the vision in his mind changed...A yellow saree...big buttocks swaying.. up and down...up and down...beautiful pink lips.. pearly white teeth...heartwarming smile...beautiful eyes. Rahul saw the vision of the back of his landlady as she was walking away from him.. her beautiful feminine hips swaying and motivating Rahul's cum filled balls to spurt out all the build up tension in them. 

And it did. Rahul arched his back and lifted it up as the orgasm reached on its peak. With the last vision of those buttocks in yellow saree, Rahul started cumming. Ropes and ropes of cum spurting out from his cock and falling on his stomach and dripping down to the bedsheet. Rahul grabbed it tightly as his cock twitched. He could feel his balls emptying with every spurt of the cum. With every ejaculation he was fantasizing that every load of cum was painting those sexy buttocks of his landlady as she was walking away. 

After few minutes of ejaculating his cum.. when his balls were empty..Rahul came to his sense. He was finally relieved but not the way he expected. He came to his home thinking of dedicating his masturbation session to his beautiful teacher Jaya but ended up thinking about his landlady. He was confused. He came from Jhansi to Kanpur just for Jaya mam. Therefore he thought that he would not be attracted by anyone other than his Jaya Mam. 

He didn't know if those thoughts were trustworthy anymore. He couldn't trust himself. He could only trust the most closest person to him...his mother.

[Blue Bull]

Rahul is confused ....... OK, carry on ........ clear his confusion .......

[aristocraticman]

4. Nisha- The overprotective mother

Nisha was walking with big strides towards her car in the basement. It was evening and Nisha had done all the work for that day in the office. She was tired but she wanted to reach her home as soon as possible. Moreover, she had to talk with her son Rahul as it has been 2 days since they talked. As a businesswoman she was so busy in her company's project that she didn't had time to talk with her son. She was feeling guilty because she considered herself a protective mother, a caring mother. But what care she was showing by not even calling her son. She knew that Rahul would not call her- the teenagers were like that. Even though Rahul was now more than a teenager. 

Her high heels clicked on the basement floor as she walked towards her black mercedes car. She was wearing an office attire- white shirt and dark blue pants which tightly hugged her thick thighs and big womanly butt. I tapered to her ankles. Even as a 40 yr old women she looked young. She had short hair which came till her neck. Her longface, pointy nose and thin lips made her face like a dominant woman- a woman who was a leader or a boss. And she was really the boss of her company. 

There was no one in the basement. Her driver was sick so she had to driver her car herself today. They keys jangeled, car  was unlocked and as Nisha sat down on her driver's seat- her phone sounded- a notification came. She smiled as she felt relieved- her son, Rahul was back home. She clicked the notification. In seconds her smile was gone and confusion and shock replaced as expresssions on her face. 

She saw Rahul entering his flat. He looked like in a hurry because he didn't even paused to lock his door when the keys fell- he didn't even pick the keys. 

Ye to bahut badi laparvahi hai. What if koi ghar me peeche se ghus gya to? 

She thought while looking on his phone which was showing the video of her son's flat. Without telling him she had cctv's implanted in the whole apartment except in toilet of-course. So that she could always monitor what her was doing. She didn't want to control his life but she wanted to protect him from the dangers of this world. She monitored him so that she could intervene when her son needed help.

She was worried when she saw Rahul hurrying about something. Was someone behind him? Had he fight with someone? What if someone wanted to kill him? These were her thoughts. But soon her worriedness changed into surprise when he saw Rahul undressing so clumsily. 

Ye apne kapde aise kyu utaar rha hai? Aaram se dressing room me utar leta. Sab jagah kapde faila rha hai.

Her face was soon turned into shock when she saw Rahul undress his underwear and lay down fully naked on his bed. She didn't want to invade her son's privacy. She knew Rahul masturbated often but he knew about all that. She was not born yesterday. She accepted that as a healthy sign- She was even happy about it. She never peeked when Rahul was masturbating but today was different. The hastness Rahul was showing made her curious. She had seen Rahul naked and he was her son. And she thought it was okay to peek some. So she peeked.

She saw on the phone- how Rahul used the oil before doing his thing.

Pagal! Sari Bedsheet kharab kar rha hai. Towel use kar leta neeche! Lagta hai aaj kafi horny ho gya hai. Shayad kafti time se muth nahi maari hogi. Par parso hi to 2 baar masturbate kiya tha isne. Kahi koi ladki to passand nahi aa gyi class me? Han, yehi baat hogi. Koi sundar ladki pasand aa gyi hogi aur bhaisaab ab apni fantasy me usko chod rhe hai. 

She almost giggled at his thought. She felt a small guilt doing this. She knew this was not proper and if Rahul found out the hidden cameras in his apartment, he would be very furious and she may lose her son forever. She had to be very careful but her habit of protecting her son was strong. She couldn't let go.

Suddenly she realised that she was feeling something- an excitement, an uneasiness in her stomach and a tingling sensation between her legs. She realised with shock that she was getting horny by seeing her son masturbate. Since long she had not seen a man's cock and this man was not even some other man- he was her son. The taboo factor made her more excited. It was like going to rob a bank. Not that she robbed a bank before. She had once masturbated in her office without locking it. It was very exciting and arousing. Unintentionally her hand went down to her crotch. She couldn't feel her pussy because of layering of cloth but she could definitely feel the warmth coming out. 

Shit! Arey ye mai kya kar rhi hun? He's my son. I should not think like this. 

But the more she looked at him masturbating with his eyes closed, enjoying each and every moment, not to mention the big cock. Even though the image was not clear, it was clear from the way he was holding his cock, that his thing was huge. The thought made her lose more control. She started unbuttoning his pants. She unzipped it, exposing her red panties. A light cool breeze from the AC made her pussy tingle a bit more. She bit her lip. 

Ye main nahi kar sakti. Why can't I stop. Mujhe ye dekhna nahi hai. Kya hoga agar Rahul mujhe aise masturbate karte hue dekh le?

This thought made her more horny.

Fuck! ye main kya soch rhi hun aaj?

She fought with her urges. She even zipped her pants back. She wanted to stop watching and keep her phone off and drive off to her home but she could not. May be it was either due to curiosity or excitement or both- she didn't know. 

She switched off the video and keep the phone on the dashboard.

Aaj kuch jyada hi ho gya. Mere poore badan me gudgudi si ho rhi hai. Hogi bhi kyu nahi? Jis umar me log sex krte hai, us umar mai mene sirf kaam kiya hai. Rahul is so lucky. Bina kisi tension ke he's enjoying himself. Ofcourse he need a girlfriend. It's time when he need to fuck. To fuck with that big cock. Shit! I'm doing it again. Mujhe ye sab nahi sochna chahiye. Let him masturbate.
 
Par main climax miss kar dungi. Ek baar to dekh lun, how he cums. How my son ejaculates. 

Nisha grabbed her phone fast and fumbled to enter the password.

That's how he was fumbling with the keys.

Now she understood the feeling. She smiled. She unlocked the phone and looked at the video. To her luck, Rahul was still jerking his cock and moaning, but it seemed not for long. He looked like he was going to cum. 

Phir ye chance mile na mile!

A thought came in her mind. An urgency- which broke all the barriers of resistance. She sudddenly pulled her pants down fast- gave a quick glance around-noone was there. She wanted to pull her panties down to but soon realised that the had long bushes down there. It would be so messy. She thought. She knew she needed to shave those things. She looked on the phone. Oh shit! No time! Not wasting anytime pulling her panties down. She started touching herself over the panties. She moaned as she touched her sensitive kitty. Her panty was soaked in the middle. She teased that part with her middle finger- feeling the wetness of the fabric, feeling the warmth of her pussy and feeling the tingling sensation it sent from her pussy to her brain. She spread her legs more. 

The excitement of masturbating in the parking lot, where someone could see her, watching her own son jerking off and she herself enjoying it sexually, made her orgasm close. She never closed to an orgasm so fast. she was minutes before it. So was Rahul. She wanted to cum with Rahul, her son. 

Oh my poor boy! Usko kabhi pta hi nahi chalega ki uski maa bhi uske sath orgasm kar rhi hai. Kitne innocently apna lund hila rha hai...uff...

Control Nisha...control! Jyada bhavnaao me mat beh! Thoda sa enjoy kar....bas ek baar wo bhi.

She could see Rahul almost going to orgasm. Her finger was now pushing the panty fabric inside her pussy hole. Her thumb was teasing her rock hard clitoris- she was in heaven. She wanted to close her eyes but she did not want to miss her son orgasm. A passing thought came to her mind.

Kiske baare me soch kar masturbate kar rha hoga? Pkka mare baare me to nahi. Par main to apne bete ko dekh kar apni choot ragad rhi hun...uff..kitni gandi hai tu Nisha. Kya kya soch rhi hai.

Her own erotic thoughts and fantasy were pushing herself towards the edge. It was a matter of few seconds. Then she saw Rahul orgasming. She could see the ropes of white cum spurting in the air from his thick cock. Her eyes became wide with excitement.

Just like holi. Jaise wo holi par pichkaari maarta hai vase agar ye waali pichkaari wo mujhe maare- wo bhi meri in khuli taangon ke beech me...ufff....

 She jerked her pants off from her legs and spread her long thick legs on the dashboard. She could be exposing her crotch to the person passing through outside. She didn't care. 

Yes! Apni pichkaari se apna paani meri panty ke upar giraao beta....aah...apni lund wali pichkaari ke paani se meri choot ke kapde ko geela kar do..uff...

She started trembling with orgasm. It was hard to hold the phone with one hand and to rub her pussy with other. Rahul was arching his back and grunting with orgasm. She had never seen Rahul spurt so much cum. She had not even seen Rahul ejaculate....till now.

....aaahhh....Rahullllll.....happy holiiiiiiii....

She was now on the peak of her orgasm. Her anal and butt muscles tightening, her legs trembling, her breath fast, a warm and tingling sensation spreading through her whole body. It was a bliss. She put her phone besides her, keeping her eyes closed and trying to catch her breath. It was better than watching porn and jerking off. 

She smiled with satisfaction, wore his pants again over her wet panties and started her car. The sweet aroma from her pussy filled her car. She took a good deep breath and laughed.

Her foot on the gas pedal, she drove off. She didn't know then, she would be driving herself towards things she never even dreamed off.

[ghost19]

Good story

[Jattt0077]

Update?

[fist11]

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