[JACKY_451]

This is English version of a Bengali story "প্রমীলা দেবীর কোয়ারেন্টিন"
All credits goes to the original Writer... Soham
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[JACKY_451]

Part - 01

No! The man will not be allowed to stay at our house anymore. "
Promila Devi thought while pouring bath water on her body. No, it is not a mistake of her mind, a little while ago she saw clearly, as soon as she turned  back, a shadow seemed to move away from the side of the bathroom door. Someone was looking at her while bathing, this feeling has been there for the last few days since Promila Devi gave shelter to that man at home .

The man's home is in Uttar Pradesh, sometimes he comes to Kolkata and works here and there. For the last few days, the man has been painting at Promila Devi's house. Don't have much work . Santu's father has built two new room on the other side, they have to be whitewashed and painted light blue. Another man of color was working with the man. A little work, to be done in three or four days. But everything has shattered  this cruel virus.

Coronavirus! A disease that could paralyze the wheel of human civilization in this way, could not be understood without seeing it with the naked eye. Everything is   closed, yet chaos is all around.

Like thousands of migrants workers, Mohan is trapped in a different state. The government has announced a lockdown all around, quarantining his entire neighborhood. The landlord also did not allow him to enter, asking him to bring the certificate first. Where he was doing painting they gave him food and shelter. God bless them, they have given shelter to the poor in this miserable time, they have saved his life by giving him food two times.

Pramila Devi also said that to Santu's father,

- I know he was working here but it's not okay to let him stay at home for no reason.

- Not for no reason Paramila. If everyone raises their hands, where will these poor people go? He is stuck in our house to work. We also have a responsibility, don't we ?

- Your home, do whatever you feel good.  Don't tell me if there is any damage later.

- Nothing will happened? It will take a little more rice or pulses. There is no shortage. Debangshu Babu said in a little tone .

- Not that, I was talking about theft. We don't know him well , how could you let him stay .

- uff! You think more of everything again! He will stay at the outside room,  will not come inside except for bathroom. Just have to keep an eye on him .

- No, I mean that too... We don't even know what caste he belongs to. Who knows, what kind of person he is.

- uff you're doing the same as Buri Di's wedding again.

This time Premila went silent in shame. She was made fuss as she suspects Debangshu was involved in an affair with one of his sister's friend at his cousin's sister's wedding, . In the end, when all the truth was revealed in the statement of a witness, she has no one to show her face in shame.

Premila has been like this since she was young, she gets scared with a little, she loves her family with all her heart. But that doesn't justify her unusual behavior, Premila goes silent as soon as she is reminded of that incident. So, for an indefinite period, Mohan, a painter from Uttar Pradesh, took refuge in Debangshu Babu's house.

Debangshu Babu is a private civil engineer. You don't have to go to the office because you are not involved in emergency services.
But the workload has not diminished at all, it has increased. Sitting at home all day  on laptop .

Santu's condition is similar to that of his father. College is closed, but he don't have time to eat and drink due to the pressure of project presentation and online coaching. Both father and son are in a bad mood because they can't get out of the house.

But one person who is very happy with this change is Premila Devi. She is happy to have her husband and son at home together for so long. She cooks new dishes daily, decorates the house and makes a living as she pleases. She is also having good sleep at night because Debangshu no longer has  to go to office for all day . His body is no longer tired when they goes to bed at night. Every night he licks pramila Devi's whole body by making her completely nude, and makes her stand up and lie down and fuck in all positions for a long time.



Seeing the caress of the husband, it seems that a hungry man is having his first love affair. Premila Devi's long-standing hunger has been fulfilled and the demand for a new caress every night has also increased. It is as if she has gone back to the days after the marriage. She prayed to go," God take away the disease, but arrange such a holiday from time to time!

Pramila Devi's immense affection has touched the dirty looking worker  of different states. Daily fed him two times with much care on the varanda. Not as beggar, she asks him again and again like a guest if he needs anything else .

Leaning forward to give rice "Do you need more?" Pramila Devi doesn't noticed that the two big blonde tits have come out almost completely through the gap of the nighty.






Some day the hem of the sari will be sidened and two big tits wet with sweat will come out carelessly. Premila Devi, who is busy in guest service, is not aware of that. She may have been busy handling the bowl of vegetables with both hands. Meanwhile, who will see the looting of the honor of her tits in front of this seasonal worker of Uttar Pradesh.

Mohan sees, Every day as he sits down to eat his cock became hard all the time. His eyes on Less towards the plate of rice, more towards Premila Devi's tits, belly and buttocks .He repeatedly asked for a little food, so that Premila Devi had to come in front of him again and again to show her tits. Through the gap of the nightyhe  sees the cradleless swaying of the two breasts and squeaks the rice hardly, as if the breasts of Malkin are squeezing.

As soon as Pramila Devi turned back, he looked at her ass and swallowed the rice and with other hand  he squishes his dick over his lungi. Her husband was busy inside the closed bedroom with office work.

One day the scene fell in the eyes of another. Debjanjan Bhattacharya, son of Premila Devi, nicknamed Santu.
One day Santu saw through the crack of the  door how the man stare at his mother while eating, what he do as his mother turned back.
Santu is now 17 , goes to college, understands everything .
His heart trembled when he saw his parents sheltering a bustard inside the house.
But for some unknown reason he could not say anything to anyone at home.
But the next day the door was left open again, seeing the naughtiness of the man, the dick inside his pants became stiff.

But Santu loves his mother as much as he respects her. He was very angry with him, with the low caste man But he could do nothing but stand helplessly.
Santu was watching how his beautiful middle-aged mother's milk shop came out in front of the man.
Mom is very innocent, doesn't look  around of herself at all. Pramila Devi is giving rice, leaning forward and Mohan, with her eyes wide, almost enters the half-open tits and says "give a little more."
At one point of excitement, Santu was holding the cock tightly on the top of his pants, and his pants got wet after gulping juice.



From then on, the matter seemed like an addiction. When Mohan  was sitting down to eat, Santu used to leave all the work at hand and open the door and saw  his mother's food serve. And every day he would wet his pants by squizing the aroused dick over his pants
He gritted his teeth in rage and hatred.
But what a strange thing! The more angry he is, the more he start to get hard down there.
"Shit, mom ! With such an alluring body, one has to walk around in front of outsiders with a little bit of restraint. Your mind is clear.
But is everyone like that? You are in mid thirties now,  didn't it feel so understandable? " the throne of mother's respect began to fall in the eyes of the boy little by little.

Premila Devi is a simple housewife, she didn't noticed any of this at first. But one day she saw that as he was about to ask for rice, suddenly he sneezed and a  splashed of rice from Mohan's mouth strike on her chest slipped into her blouse. On that day, when she wiped his chest with the hem , she first saw that Mohan's eyes were not hungry for rice, but for her body. In the eyes of a painter from a different state of forty years, seeing his immense greed for her tits, she trembled with unknown fear. She hurriedly pulled up her hem and came up from in front of him. After that, every time she went in front of him that day, she hurriedly escaped by serving food.


But she don't lie to herself, Premila Devi had a strange kindness on this man. It seemed, "iss, how long have he not seen the face of his wife and child. How far is he from his own house. Maybe he is missing his wife's company. The body does not listen to the mind all the time."
But at the same time It was immediately felt, "A painter is satisfying his wife's thirst by looking at her body! Chi chi!" What a shame ..
"Shh! What an ominous thought." Premila Devi gave a strong rebuke to her own mind.


But since then her discomfort has started. It just seems as if a pair of eyes are watching her Every movements . While dying clothes on the ropes in the yard, after taking bath, in  kitchen, work and even while lying on the window open , it seemed as if someone is watching Premila Devi. Suddenly she have to pay a lot of attention to herself nowadays, she have to do everything carefully . There is no way to close the window of the house due to the heat of summer. It seemed as if he was under house arrest.

Now she has to change her clothes in front of her husband in the house during lockdown. Of course, there was no problem. The problem is that the day Pramila Devi stood naked in front of the dressing table and applied body lotion all over her body, she saw in the mirror that someone was looking through the window.
Only part of her hair and a corner of her eye can be seen. Frightened, she wore a nighty  without applying cream on half of her body.
Then she went and closed the window of the house. , shy, quiet housewife Premila Devi did not have the courage to go out of the house and see who was standing there. It is clear that someone is constantly keeping an eye on her every  moments .

There was a big discomfort before changing the clothes from the body every time. She hurridly changes her clothes.
But in that short time, realizing that someone had seen her  ass from behind, a terrible discomfort was played all over her body.

After trying many times she could not say this to her husband, even if she raises the issue her husband would have raise the Buri Di's wedding and make fun of her?  However, the discomfort did not diminish at all, the owner of that invisible gaze seems to be becoming more courageous day by day.

Pramila Devi has all the good, only one bad habit. She opened the bathroom door while taking bath. Not naughtiness of course, but a little bit of compulsion.
The water line has not yet come to the newly constructed bathroom faucet. A thick pipe has been pulled from the porch faucet into the bathroom. The door cannot be closed for that pipe, it is slightly open.
If Premila Devi wants, she can fill the water at once and leave the pipe outside and close the door before taking a bath. But she need a little more water, it is not possible to wash clothes, take a bath or do ten more things in one or two buckets of water. How many times can she go naked out of the bathroom w? So Premila Devi opens the door and takes a bath in the uninterrupted stream of water.

She never had any problem with it in her own house. The total family of three. When one of the husband or son comes here, they always comes with a voice.
But nowadays, someone is roaming out of the bathroom while taking  bath, peeking through the open door into the bathroom while she is doing some work by turning his back towards the door.



She have to turn back, that's where the tub is But looking back, Pramila Devi clearly understands, her sixth sense is repeatedly saying, someone is watching you. Someone very clever, just moved away as she turned back to the window. As soon as she look, a shadow seems to move away from the door. She continues to pour mug after mug of water on her naked body with discomfort filling , but it does not  wash away the discomfort at all.

A couple of other small incidents have taken place which have created a turbulent storm in the life of Pramila Devi from beginning to end. Nowadays, she is not getting any relief from any work, she isn't able to settle her mind not at all. Added salt twice while cooking, forgetting to give tea to her husband. Washing the washed pants again and . What to do, it's been two days since a pair of her bra-panties were stolen.

Those things never put to dying in the yard outside, they were on the rope  the  in a corner of the house behind the clothes. Who stole it during her lunch break. There are three men in the house except Premila Devi, whoever it is must heve been taken  for obscene reasons. Ashamed, Premila Devi could not ask anyone anything.
Just became terribly cautious. Understood that this stranger taking shelter in the house is taking advantage of their kindness, like a parasite, the parasite wants to squeeze the juice of the tree.

Fortunately husband and son are at home this day, . Otherwise what would have happened! Throughout the day and night, Pramila Devi began to throb in fear of the unknown. She became so distracted that at night when she was caressing, her husband started asking her if she had any problem. Premila Devi used to look at her husband like speechless. Really, what do she say? Husband may laugh and blow away, maybe he will sit and make fun of Premila Devi's words. But now she does not like to hear that.

How would it be liked? Another incident happened. She has seen Mohan's cock several times in the last few days. Moving, talking, whenever Mohan came in front of her, Pramila Devi could clearly see her erect penis over her lungi. She saw that the black man never wore underwear.
Pulling his head out of the hollow of his lungi, that Black snake has peeked in front of her once or twice. Pretending not to see, she quickly moved away from Mohan.

One day, the man was standing outside the window of the house like a shameless person and was peeing in the sewer of the garden.
Her husband was lying next to her reading a story book. Getting up from the afternoon sleep her eyes suddenly went through the window and stopped on the sight of the Mohan's peeing.
Forgetting the shame, she was surprised for a while to see what a great mascular dick it is !

She was watching how urine was coming out in a thick stream from the giant dickhead . There was a strange discomfort in her body. She came back to her sence as she saw after urinating he is shaking his cock. As soon as her eyes met with moha , she saw Mohan looking straight at her.
He is showing his big cock and two balls like duck eggs by moving her lungi on both sides. On the top of his lungi, his tall black body is shining in the sun, soaked in sweat. Premila Devi closed the window by raising her hand in fear of an unknown .....

[JACKY_451]

Part 2

But suddenly did a weird thing . Although Pramila Devi herself does not know why she did that. After closing the window, she removed her nighty and sat naked on her husband .




Hugged like a madwoman, she consumed  her bodily pleasures from her husband. Husband's dick is feeling very different from other days, as if she wanted to eat the whole thing by licking and sucking vigorously. Debangshu Babu was surprised to see that for the first time in his life his wife was sucking his balls and licking his dick . Yes, she is sucking the cock and inserting it deep into her throat. Surprised, he floated in the sea of pleasure . Fucking her face and pussy he was trying to calm his wife. That was not enough. In the end, by inserting two fingers inside and fingering her pussy fastly , the excited Pramila Devi was calmed down.

Another day she saw something more obscene. Pramila Devi has to clean all the room in her house, even Mohan's room. As she wiped the room, she often felt the man sitting on the mattress on the floor measuring his lascivious body with lustful eyes. Trying to cover the exposed parts of the body, she  somehow manage to come out the room after wipping. Then who will say that Premila Devi is the malkin of this house! It seemed that the maid was wiping the house and the owner of the house was swallowing her body with his lusty eyes. Even the maid has nothing to say, she is enduring humiliation in the hope of getting food twice.

Some days the man would sleep in such a way that the lungi would get up to the waist and his dick was wide open. Who knows if he would not sleep and pretend to be a devil. Seeing the big black dick Pramila Devi used to wipe the room with the red gorgeous face in shame.



Once she went very close to Mohan's dick. She doesn't even know when she brought her face down between his legs lying in the gap. She saw very closely how the huge dick is sleeping in the hairy ground of Mohan's thigh.

Mohan's lower limbs got a strange, fierce sexual odor that made the mind intoxicated with the sweat of the groin, urine and male intoxication.
Unbeknownst to her, the nipple got  erect, Premila Devi's pussy became wet. Don't know but  for a moment there was a great temptation to taste his dick. As soon as Mohan woke up a little in his sleep, she slipped away . Leaving the room half-wiped with buckets and rags, she hurriedly left his room .

Standing with the kitchen door closed, she cursed herself, panting and panting ,she astonished to see the illegitimate desires of her own mind. Then she calmed herself down again, at night she forgot about the other man being crushed under her husband's chest. She has become a Sati Savitri again, she has set her mind on her family.

No, it's not a mistake, when she was wipping  the room that day ,saw clearly that the man was shagging his dick by showing her. I mean, not completely naked, but he put his hand inside the lungi. Seeing the movement of the hand, even a small boy can tell what he is doing.
His Lungi up to the thighs,  his dick moving dick was peeking through the gap of his lungi.

Pramila Devi, who had been dominated all her life, said nothing and just pulled the nightie up to her chest. Even so, her big tits can be covered? Pramila Devi's mother dairy started peeking from side to side with the gap of nightie. swinging her breasts Pramila Devi started wiping the room with great shame and  she was seeing Mohan's hand was moving inside his lungi.

No one even knew that Santu, the son of Pramila Devi, had seen the scene from behind the door, shagging the dicks he soaked the wall. The embarrassed housewife came out of the room . By that time Mohan had ejaculated too, seeing Premila Devi's frightened face mixing with  shame  and the peeking of big tits through the gap of the nighty soaked his Lungi.
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What is happening at house nowadays! Premila Devi got up at midnight yesterday to go to the bathroom. She crawled on the wall and somehow reached the bathroom door and turned on the light . Then immediately she sat to pee left the bathroom door wide open . She is so scared of Ghost that She can't even dream of to close the bathroom door at night.  And  fear is the thing that will be remembered the most when it shouldn't be.


Raising the nightie up to her waist, Pramila Devi opened her ass towards the door and began to think,  so many people are dying ,cause of this dieses where are their souls going?  Are those dissatisfied souls now wandering around as ghosts ?What they are trying to convey is that they wanted to live a few more days. "
Pramila Devi made broke the silence of the quite night with her peeing sound. Just then that feeling again, someone watching her from behind.

Sitting down, she turned around  startled with a sudden fear as she saw a ghosts. Mohan is standing in front of the open door. He is wearing a sando genji and lungi. He is staring at the Pramila devis big ass  with shining eyes. The man stood silently for so long and watched her peeing.

Patibrata Pramila Devi become angry. She stood up straight and asked mohan in a rough voice " what are you doing here?"

-wo Maiji, i came to pee but saw you are doing. So I was waiting.

Yes, the man of almost the same age calls Premila Devi as Maiji. Maybe just to show gratitude to "Annadatri". At first it sounded a little weird in my ears, but slowly i became familiar with it.

- So you couldn't make a sound? Pramila Devi threatened Mohan with a hushed voice.

-You were peeing . If I   stopped in between, you  would have soak everything.

- Iss! You see the whole thing, don't you?

Pramila Devi herself does not know how such a question came out of her mouth.

- Yes, I saw it. What a loud sound it makes...

Standing in the bathroom in the middle of the night what she is listening from a painter who took refuge in the house! Thinking that a shiver spread all her body.

- I have a little more left, you go out and wait. Go.

She did not understand why she  did this. She knows exactly what is going on in Mohan's mind now.If there was any decent housewife, she would run away from there . Premila Devi can't understand much of her own behavior these days .



Santu's mother sat  again to release the rest of the urine. But this time there are many differences between the previous times. As soon as she lifted the nightie up to his waist, she began to die in hesitation. It was as if the housewife was exposing her ass, not in the bathroom of her own house, in front of a packed audience. Exhausted by the tension, she became wet in sweat. Without looking back, she clearly felt that the middle-aged man was still standing outside the bathroom, staring at her, no matter how hard she tried to caught him  if you look back, he will move away quickly .

other day does not take so much time?
It does not want to come out at all today. Pramila Devi pressed her stomach hard, disobedient urine splashed out of the fountain and started rolling on the bathroom floor .

Feeling a bit relief. The hissing sound of urine coming out through the gaps in the clitoris became louder than before as a result of pushing hard in an attempt to hurry. It seemed that the man standing outside the bathroom could hear everything. Pramila Devi has never had such an uncomfortable urination in her life. Shyness with hot urine began to come out of her trembling vagina .

After peeing when she was about to  give water, Mohan said from behind,
- Rehne dijiye maiji, water hum dal denge.

She wanted to stand and watch Mohan urinate, but she did not dare. Just after coming out, she stood in front of the bathroom door and peeked once and saw the worker forgetting his disgust and standing on the hot bathroom floor, he had pulled out a huge long snake from his lungi to urinate.

Just before the urination started, Mohan once looked back at her. Pramila Devi came running after being caught. She closed the door of the room and lay down beside her husband . she was out of breath. Her chest throbbed for a long time in fear of an unknown one more deadly than a ghost.


From that day on, Pramila Devi became much more alert. Not only with Mohan but also with herself. Because she don't believe in herself anymore nowadays. How long does it take to become a scandal? If she get caught to her husband and son then there will be no other way open for her except suicide. Pramila Devi stuck her mind in the strict rule of ***** reform and devoted herself to the service of her husband and her son.

But no one can predict when destiny will set the game for us. The Door to door situation and the increasing number of lockdowns was making everyone feel desparate.
This is especially for people who went out of the house regularly for work or for any other need. Everyone was becoming desparate with every passing day.

The worst thing is that the two our neighbour is found corona positive  . A red alert was issued in the whole neighborhood and the security officer started patrolling . Santu's father  went out to shop two or four times. Although there was no solution, Debangshu Babu's irritable mood is increasing day by day. Meanwhile, the condition of Santu is not also well. He is a young boy. He had a life of sports, chats, hustle and bustle, debates in the college canteen. Although He has no girlfriend. Of course, he is not so sad about it now, growing up, he has learned to understand that many people in the world are much sadder than this. Not being able to eat twice a day, not having a roof over your head, not having enough clothes to cover your body, the polluted crowded life in the filthy slums of Sudan, dying of starvation in Africa. , Syrian war-torn homeless families, cotton farmers with ropes around their necks,in drought-stricken Maharashtra people dying everyday. what a sorrow in the world! So nowadays Santu doesn't bother with his small sorrow.

After a certain time talking over phones wit friends ,watching movies and web series on online streaming for a long time santu felt bored. Gradually Santu became addicted to porn. X-Videos and XNXX pages kept open on his phone all day. He got very angry like countless other Porn lovers, when he come to know  that Pornhub will not be  free anymore! So what, there is an X-hamster! Moreover ... Moreover, Santu, who loved to read story books from his childhood, became addicted to sex stories. Especially on one site, Xossipy.com. It was there that Santu first read incest stories, discovering that out of all the stories, he likes to read children's sex stories with their mother the best! He saw that there are many good writers and good readers in this forum. On Xossipy, Santu got addicted to sex story .Day by day his mind started getting dirty .


One day he saw the deed of Mohan uncle who took shelter at his home. He saw that his mother was not entertaining him but she was also not saying anything to the man. She must not have said anything to Dad, otherwise dad Wouldn't have let the man stay at home for so long. Standing behind the door, day after day, he saw how Mohan was eating his mom with his eyes everytime, even realizing that  uncle was staring, how his mother serving him food bending over, showing her white cleavage. sidened the hem of her sari and showing her big sweaty breast like  coconut. she added more curry, a big piece of fish to his plate,  With so much care .As curiosity grew, Santu began to follow both his mother and Mohan.



And as he did so, Santu discovered that his mother was enjoying showing her body more and more as the days went by! Sometimes willfully she didn't wear bra in her nightie, sometimes forgot to Buttoning the top two buttons.  Swaying her as big as pale papaya like tits in front of the painter's eyes she temted him.

When she leaves the kitchen, she deliberately removes the hem of the sari from her chest. Seeing Mohan's uncle looking straight at her tits , she bend more and served food on his plate .

Santu saw that his mother, even wearing a torn bluse  by the side of her tits , she walked freely in front of that outside man. After taking  bath, she goes to the bedroom  with only a towel wrap on her body and her big fat  ass was swaying towards Mohan uncle's room.

And at the same time Mohan  turned his face towards her their bedroom. The man stood in front of the door with his cock in his hand and was surprised to see his mother half naked body.  Every day he   used to watch these games of his mother and mohan and after that closing the door he used to  read sex story on Xossipy. Unbeknownst to Santu, his character, manners and attitude began to change.


That night after dinner when she went  to turn off the light of the veranda, out of curiosity, Pramila Devi peeked into Mohan's room. What she saw inside made ber shudder, a currents began to flow through her entire body.

She saw   saw Mohan is doing push ups completely naked on the floor. His muscular huge black ass is rising and falling, at the same time with evry pushups his huge black dick appeared  in the gap between his legs.

Who did pushups in midnight? Is he crazy or what? Or does he just doing it deliberately? He knows that pramila devi comes this time to turn off the lights. Whatever it is, his strong sweat-soaked shoulders are glistening with the light of the bulb, his muscular body is sweating . The floor under Mohan's chest is soaked with sweat.

For a moment, Pramila Devi longed to lie naked under Mohan's sweat soaked body to feel the Mohan's each and every breathtaking pushes. She put her hands in between her legs and noticed that her pussy is already started leaking her sweet juices.

Unable to stay , she rushed to her room Without closing the door, she jumped on her husband without looking anywhere and began to fill him with kisses. Before Debangshu Babu could say anything, she took off her  Nighty "Please  fuck me, i want it very much! I will give you great comfort today, look at me! Make me your randy and fuck me hard today! Please honey.” With a small bite on her husband's neck, the lustful Sati Pramila Devi said it softly.

"Slapp...." The bedroom of Santu's parents trembled at the sudden slap. Premila Devi fell down from the bed with a huge slap of Debangshu Babu. She looked at him in astonishment and saw that her husband's eyes were on fire. For a moment She sat on the floor like a stone with her hands on  cheeks , not realizing what had happened. Realizing the fault at the last moment, when Debangshu Babu closed the lid of the laptop and put it aside, he said in an angry voice, “Beast girl! I was in the office video conference Everyone has seen your hornyness Shhh! How do I show my face in the office this time? Where did you take me down? Rascal, stupid old whore! ”

It took a long time for Pramila Devi to get up from the floor Then she went to the bed quietly , lie with her back  towards her husband, .She too was dying of shame for what she had done, but her husband's rude behavior was even more heartbreaking.  even in such an adorable moment she insult her by saying she is old. Really!What is the age of Premila Devi? She will be 37 this November. Yes, Santu came to her womb at a very young age, before eighteen. It was because of that accident, for that Premila Devi was forced to marry a little older debangshu babu , who is comparatively less in all aspects than pramila. Both of them have forgotten about all those days, having a happy family .But think about it ,Pramila Devi could not get a better husband? She was ahead of many in all aspects of education  quality, beauty everything.

She has accepted his own fate, she has sacrificed his youth in the dustbin of this family. Strictly suppressed every immoral desire in her mind. She has arranged his family with all his heart and soul. And in return what she got today. Premila Devi's pillow got wet with tears .

Debangshu Babu also began to regret after a while. He looked and saw that  his beloved wife was swelling with tears. In so many years of married life till today he have never hit her, such a good girl Premila is,  What happened to her today! Won't you look once before doing that? anyway, what is her fault? Bechari how will she know what we private sectors employee doing all the day. What a weird time to have to receive video conference calls, to sit in a meeting in an office dress anytime. She is busy with  family all day, how does she know.

She came to make love to her husband at the leisurely closed door of her own bedroom. If there was no conference, such a bad thing would never have happened. In the office, the dignity has all gone and now she is also got angry.

Hell!! Putting his hand on his wife's shoulder , Debangshu Babu said softly, " listen, I'm sorry, very sorry. Please forgive me, Look, this will never happen again Tell me what to do 'fuljhuri'? You did it all of a sudden! Listen na! Let's forgive me like a loving wife! ”. Debangshu  calls his wife as ' fuljhuri'(nickname).

No reply came from Premila Devi, she started crying more

"Well, don't you listen?" My honey, my sona… you want me to make love , I understand? Look, I will caress you a lot today So you can't be angry with me anymore! ”… Debangshu Babu put his hand on his wife's well-formed buttocks. Debangshu thought for a moment.... Pramila's ass looks so beautiful even in this situation.

"Don't touch me! ”Premila Devi snorted like a wounded serpent, removing her husband's hand from her hips in one fell swoop.

“Ah, I said sorry! Forgive me honey this time? Please? Well, let me compensate you I will caress you like that!… No no, what were you saying a little while ago? I will fuck you to make you Randy! Let's see .. where is my naughty wify!... saying this Debangshu Babu tried to lighten the situation by inserting his hand under the armpit of Premila Devi and tickling her.

But you know  the irony of destiny! Husband's slapping is still hurting on the cheek, she  remembered the abuses given in English. If you give it in English, even the polite insults will burn you like a burning cigarette! On top of that, instead of reducing her anger, the fire started burning in her head. Pushing her husband's hand away, she gritted her teeth and said, "Stay away , you know my fingers are better than your size anyway! You stay with your office! ”

No man can accept the sting of their genitals. On top of that he remembered a little while ago the insulting consequences of his wife's naughtiness . Before the conference call was cut off, the words of the boss on the headphones, "Wow Debangshu, look at your wife! She's horny! Go Get Her ...We Are Holding The Meeting Till then For You! Hahaha!"

The fate is really strange, even the sages can't tell when the wheel of fortune will turn in any direction. Debangshu Babu, the seemingly calm, wife's lover, the responsible ruler of the family, , kicked the ass of the darling wife hard and became ignorant. Pramila Devi fell down from the bed for the second time with that heavy kick . Her forehead slammed onto the cupboard, her soft knees swelled as she knocked on the floor.

This time Debangshu Babu did not even look back at his wife . Lying face down to the wall, he tried to forget about his arrogant  wife. “fuck off , no matter what will happen , I'll see tomorrow, just fuck off,  Has she been so arrogant? ”… The devil's trick was imposed on Debangshu Babu, so that the devil himself could play a more cruel dirty game. There was no remorse in his mind, he fell asleep thinking about Madam Junthika in the office. He did not even look at his wife , still lying on the floor. lying back to his wife he peacefully snoring on the bed .

And Premila Devi? Insulted and rejected, beaten, Premila Devi lay on the floor and wept bitterly, thinking of her own misfortune. Then at one point her jaw tightened at the sound of her husband's snoring, So much negligence? So much humiliation? Didn't you look back once after  kicked so hard? Falling asleep like a coward, leaving the injured wife on the floor? Wife's value-dignity, arrogance is not worth anything to her animal husband today! The poison of an unnamed poisonous snake is spreading all over the body of Pramila Devi. Due to the insult her Knee and waist pain is vanished . Breathing deeply The angry serpent started searching for body to bite.

Pramila Devi slowly stood up from the floor as she is no longer in herself, She is driven by an indomitable anger and  dissatisfaction .  she looked once at her sleeping husband with sharp eyes full of hatred, then she quietly came out of the room and locked the room from outside . She looked at her son's room, the door was closed and a dim light was coming out from the crack of the door. With silent feet pramila devi went towards Mohan's room....
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Part 3

Nothing can be seen in this impeccable darkness. The curtain of the window is also lowered, the light of the moon is not allowed to come into the room. In the darkness, Premila Devi started walking towards Mohan's bed.

"What am I doing?"
She thought to herself once. But after a while that thought was shattered and blown away  by one of the wounded hungry Kamadevi inside her mind.

"Fuck off! There is no value for my feelings to him,  i don't care about him , fuck him off? It's my right. Today I will nab my shares of happiness and no-one can't stop me today."

Thinking about it, she started searching for the bed of her tonight s lover Mohan .

Everyday she cleans this room , so she easyly find his bed even in the dark. Seeing the appearance in the dim light, she realized that Mohan was lying on his back and sleeping.


His wide chest was swaying like a hopper with the rhythm of his breathing, a snoring sound coming out of his nose in his sleep. Premila Devi grabbed Mohan's mobile from the side of the pillow and held the light of the screen in front of his face.

What thick  black lips! What an imprint of poverty on the whole face, feeling sad for him, . wrinkles and the prickly beard of the cheeks, the cut marks on the eyebrows, all in all, even in sleep, the face looks like the man who became cruel during sex! don't know why Premila Devi wanted to rub the most secret parts of her body on her face.

Yes, she came here to rub her body with him and To do much more with. With trembling hands, the light of the phone started falling on Mohan's body. Her body shuddered at the sight of the large hairs on his armpits,  unknowingly she put her hand on her cleanly shaved  armpit  . In the middle of Mohan's hair-filled, well-formed chest, she saw  dark nipples and touched her own nipple and saw that ,that two had become erect. Slowly she came down to his waist .

There he is , Look at how  big he is even  in his sleep. God, how huge it  would be  if it become hard! Premila Devi gently lifted the  Mohan's  lungi upto her waist and put the light of the mobile inside.



It's like an anaconda is sleeping! The head of the anaconda is so big, it's head is brown and it's skin is pure black. Such a big creature cannot be fit in one hand. It's peeking from the Jungle of the black curly pubic hair . The middle-aged big cock is moving a little as Mohan breathes.

Like the previous day, she felt great greed to touch and to taste that dirty and strong cock  of mohan. She took her face very close to Mohan's cock. She got that foul-smelling smell again. Pramila Devi did not stop today. She make a bun of her hair and with his soft fingers she grab Mohan's dick , brought down her face she slowly open her mouth and put it in .

Her lips began to roll from the top to the bottom of his mature Uttar Pradeshi's cock.  picked up the cock little she dipped her nose in Mohan's groin and sniffed her dirty groin vigorously.She never got this smell in her husband's groin. If you see Premila Devi now who will say she is a housewife of a decent family, mother of an adult boy, studying in college! Pramila Devi brought herself down to the level of a lower class women by rubbing the head of the painter's dick on her smooth cheeks .



The pink soft tongue came out and touched the water cannon of Mohan, very slowly the tongue began to roll on the black body of Mohan's cock. Even in his sleep, the cock began to move. 'Kam' creature began to chirp all over her body. Housewife of bhattacharya family felt a tickle in her asshole.

The sleep of  workers probably deep, much deeper than that of the rich. Mohan is still asleep while his cock is half erect. The snoring sound is constantly coming out through the nose, there is no movement even if his dick became wet with his maijis saliva. Premila Devi licked the worker's cock and raised her face. The fire of unchaste was burning in her eyes. The mind has become steel-hardened with a single determination. She become so horny as her armpit hair has become erect!

With all this activities, Premila Devi has become sweaty by the mental excitement . The hungry body-mind is no longer under her own control. Primitive women have awakened in her, cursed 'Apsara' have come to distract the ugly sage. In the darkness, she took off her Nighty  and threw it beside Mohan's bed.

She become completely nude, standing by the bed of an almost unknown stranger.

- Mohan? Hey mohan?
Pramila Devi called out in a soft, trembling voice. There is no response from the other side.

-  Mohan,  get up, Look, I'm here.
Premila Devi touched Mohan's hair. Mohan just slightly moved his face in deep sleep.

--"Hey, such a Kumbhakarna!"Premila Devi thought to herself.
How will she know, Mohan is sleeping in the drug of Aphim!
Instead biri , he only smoke Aphim,, . He works hard all the day and sleep peacefully in the drug of Aphim.

Seeing the sleeping Mohan, a naughtiness played in the mind of Premila Devi.   she touched her well-formed hanging plump tits. Then leaning forward, she gently touched one of her nipples on Mohan's lips.

Premila Devi seemed to get a electric shock from head to toe.

- Mohan,  Mohan? Don't you get up? Here my tits , eat me? Eat eat!
Pramila Devi started rubbing her nipple on Mohan's lips while whispering....

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But Mohan is still in a deep sleep of opium. He is not supposed to wake up with such difficulty. As if holding the nipple of the bottle in the mouth of the children, Mohan put the erect nipple of Pramila Devi in his mouth by saying "Aaaammm" in his sleep. Getting a sweet taste on the tongue, he started sucking with a chuckle.


In a sudden shiver, juice came to Premila Devi's pussy. She lifted her ass and held her tits together in both hands and pressed them to Mohan's face.

- Oops! Yes, honey! Ummm! Yes Aaa Iss Iss Ahhhh! Mohan sucks harder. Eat my tits well. Ummmmmmmmmmmm ! Due to the tickling of her nipple she forgot that Mohan was asleep. As if she   was feeding her beloved thirsty lover. In this way she started urging this migrant worker to suck her big nipples.

The tickling of her pussy had by then surpassed the red signal of all danger. In illegitimate excitement, the  clitoris of chaste wife Pramila began to tremble.

Meanwhile, Mohan seems to have reached the paradise of heaven in his dream. He sees the nymphs filling the bowl and pouring nectar in his mouth.
He began to bite and suck the soft honeycomb of nectar. He won't give up, this deprived poor worker want to enjoy all the pleasures of the heaven today. Premila Devi thought the man would  suck out all the juices from her tits! Unexplained illegitimate pleasure began to twist her body.

Premila Devi had to work hard to get her tits out of Mohan's mouth. Even in his sleep, he kept her nipple in his mouth and biting it,  sucking like a child.


-" Oops, aaeeee Mohan. Get up naaaaa? Look how much more I have come to eat you! Get up?

As she spoke, with a pull  Premila Devi let her nipple out of Mohan's mouth.
The nipple came out of Mohan's mouth with a sound like "chakam", trembling like a spring on Premila Devi's chest .

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Mohan's saliva is flowing with the stem from her nipple. Sitting beside mohan on his mattress she began to breathe heavily in excitement, . She thought for a moment, the man is still not awake. Will she leave , without letting Know anyone anything? Then no one will ever know about this sinful night. She should leave. Enough Civility happend, enough !

Pramila Devi stopped for a moment and hesitated to leave. Probably for the last time she thought about her social status and this obscenity. At last she tried to argue with the indomitable illegitimate will of her own mind. But she defited ,she has come today to accept defeat. Sitting next to Mohan's head as like peeing, she caressed her pussy a few times and saw that all the shame is slowly disappearing.

She tried to remember her angry husband's face,as she do so in anger  an incredible stared to burn her whole body. Then Debangshu Babu's darling wife crawled on Mohan's belly and cupped his mascular thick black dick  and put it in her mouth.


She started sucking so hard that  his drugged sleep was shattered . Mohan is brave, he has work in many bad places. Waking up like this, when he discovered a woman on his body ,he did not get panicked .

He realized in a moment that it was the body of that bitch to whom he had been looking  for several days. Putting his hand on Premila  Devi's head he pressed harder her face on his groin and asked in a soft voice..



- Maiji you? What are you doing here ? What do you want tell me?

- I've come to be your Randy for tonight.
Premila Devi said, pulling Mohan's cock out from her mouth. Today, she will not have to  be ashamed or afraid.

-But Maiji  I respect you a lot!  Maine babuji ka namak khaya hai , aap babu ji ki joru hai ( babuji gave me shelter, food and you are his wife)

-Shut up, don't talk about your babuji anymore. It's happened because of him.... apppphhh ....Ummmmmmmmmmmm.
Leaving the talk half-finished,  Premila Devi again started sucking and eating Mohan's big dirty dick like a hungry bitch .

-ufff! What  you are doing, my wife never did that... Maiji suck  hard,,,,,ahhhh. Aaahhhh!

This time Premila Devi's eyes get widened as mohan pressed his dick dip into her throat...and started fuck her mouth slowly. She Can't even lift her head. Mohan is holding her hair and pressing her face into her hair-filled groin.
"Ahhhaaaaammmm.....ahhkmmmmmmm"  making theses noise, Pramila Devi, the chaste wife of this house, started getting mouth fuck like this for the first time from this strong painter of Uttar Pradesh. The sweat on Mohan's groin and the strong smell of her precum seemed to suffocate her.

By the time Mohan left, Premila Devi's face had turned red. In the dark, of course, it is not understood. However, the sound of her panting can be heard from each corner of  the room.

-Maiji if babuji will find out and will not let me stay here. So where do I go?
Mohan asked holding Premila Devi's hair like previous.

-Your babuji will come to know. I will not let anyone know anything. Behind him Only you and I Will do this from time to time for some fun. Do you understand ?

-Pramila Devi said with a mysterious smile while pressing Mohan's dick. Pulling his other hand, she put it in her pussy and ordered like a mistress e "now do something for it!"

Painter Mohan started playing with the pussy of Premila Devi as if he got something in hand as soft as butter and squeezed it like squeezing the water of a towel. But in his mouth he was continuously talking shit...

"Maiji I'm feeling scared scared. If Babuji called the security officer then...

- Ahhhhh, i told you na you don't have to worry as long I'm here with you. You just make me happy, don't worry about anything else now.
Pramila Devi said in an impatient voice, holding Mohan's dick's black foreskin and moving it up and down vigorously"

-But Maiji your son? If he come to know?
As he was talking his hand were busy of pressing pramila Devi's ass and pussy and made red .

- Shut up! Don't say another word.

-Premila Devi spread her legs and sat  on Mohan's face.



- Eat now.

She put her  tickling puffy pussy on the mouth of an migrant worker who took shelter in their house.

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Part-4
Slurp slurp  . .... sapsap ... Mohan started licking his beautiful Bengali Maijis pussy and asshole. Mohan pushed all the spit that was  in his mouth while sleeping in the womb of Goddess Premila. He turned his tongue all over her pussy and punched the spit everywhere. He started sucking the whole vagina by biting it with his teeth, his tongue reached to her asshole.

In extreme excitement, Pramila Devi sometimes pressed her own boobs sometimes with her swyain hips she rubbed more her pussy on Mohan's face. The mild cold moaning began to accompany with all these. Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ....
Premila Devi's emaciated lower body became wet with the saliva of the worker's mouth and her own pussy juice.

-Tell me? Want to fuck? Tell Mohan, tell me? Tell me, will you fuck me?
Premila Devi said rubbing her pussy on Mohan's face lifting her ass like a naughty Arabic girl.
The day laborer's rough tongue began to penetrate her sophisticated anus again and again due to the hard sucking.

-- Yes, yes, of course! I will fuck very hard. I will make your pussy loose completely. I can fuck very well Maiji. I'll fuck you whole night. Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm ...
Mohan said while eating sweet dish of pramila Devi's pussy, he fell in love with Premila Devi's sweet ice-cream like pussy.

His cock was then fully its largest form, sidening his lungi it raising its head towards the sky like the Eiffel Tower. Slightly flat, the sword-like dick is looking forward to get the taste of the Of the 'raman-ras'  of his Maijis  vagina.

With her feet on the bed on either side of Mohan's body, Pramila Devi walked backwards like a bitch, raising her ass in a Squatting position, and sat down on top of that erect cock of Mohan.

Holding the huge dick in her hand, she thought for a second. Then,  leaving the head of that black snake in the mouth of her pussy cave, With the weight of both hands on Mohan's chest the hair of her spread on his face, she slightly ordered ," fuck me now..."


Pramila Devi's hold her tightly by the ass and gave her a hard stroke with all his might.

-"Weeeee ... maaaaahhhh ...!" Premila devi moaned.
A drop of her pussy juice  fell on Mohan's bed. With a sound of 'fachhhh' the filthy, sticky, huge Uttar Pradeshi cock burried into the chaste women Pramila Devi's  secret innermost part of the uterus.

Biting her lips  somehow she managed to cope with the first blow of intense pain. Gradually, she started feeling good of that big cock inside her.

Mohan started fucking hard from down, Pramila Devi also started shaking her belly, shaking her tits and fucking her illegal lover. In the second half of the night, a room of an decent ***** family was engulfed in immoral prostitution.

Another pair of eyes witnessed the whole drama.

As he was leaving the room to fetch water from the fridge, Santu stopped and saw his mother standing in front of the painter Mohan's room. He saw how his mother  opened the door a little and   was rubbing her pussy by seeing something inside Mohan uncle's room. With a strange shame and excitement, his cock also became hard in his pants. Then he saw his mother running towards his parents bedroom. Thought there would be a lot of fucking between their parents today, as his  mother become so hot today. But after a while he was surprised and heard a quarrel from their bedroom. Standing outside the door of the parents' bedroom, he heard his mother's cry.
Then, at the sound of opening the latch, he came back to his room in a panic. At the sound of footsteps, the heart stopped beating and she felt that her mother had passed in front of her room and walked towards Mohan uncle's room.

Santu looked at his watch. It is a quarter to one. What does mom need from the helpless worker at this time? As soon as he remembered a possibility, his chest heaved with fear. There is only one thing that he can give. .

Will his mother give everything today to this unknown painter ? Will the events in the sex story be true in front of his eyes in his own home? Did his mother came to Mohan's room to be fucked behind his father? The sound of the hammer in the chest was getting faster and faster. Santu soaked his dry throat with a sip of water. Then very carefully he opened his door, waking a little looked around ,he  entered Mohan's room silently.

As soon as he reached the door, his limbs became stiff. He heard her mother waking up the painter whispering, telling the sleeping  man to suck her boobs. Santu stood behind the door and waited.

What to do? He don't have the courage to do anything.
At one point in the darkness, he realized that Mohan had woken up, and his mother, being 'naked mohini',  urging mohan to take her. He heard the sound of eating the genitals of both of them, he realized that his mother was sticking .

He heard his mother's sexually-obscene conversation with the man, a conspiracy to deceive his father. In no moment Santus' dick became stiff . In his eyes, his mother had gone down a lot. Not a goddess of the temple of reverence, she has brought herself down to a very low level, has become a commodity of the common man. She has become a very ordinary woman. He recognized a secret dirty side of his mother. It is understood that his revered mother is a sensual woman.
Santu entered Mohan's dark room with a lot of courage in his mind.

Santu's young eyesight is much better than his mother's. After a while in the light of the little moon that came over the curtain, his eyes eyes become familiar with the darkness. And then he saw that horrible scene. His mother is completely naked, sitting on the waist of the worker who took shelter in their house. The man lying on his back, pressed both hands against the bed, lifting big plumpy ass her mother is fucking him. Leaning forward, she inserted her tongue in his dirty mouth and kissed her, eating his dirty black thick lips.  Like or Brazen woman , she took her hand and put them on her tits asking him to press them.   his muscular hands twisting his mother's boobs as if trying to squeeze out all the juices .  Mother's nightie is tangled with Mohan's lungi on the side of the bed, .

On the mattress cum bed , leaves on the floor, two rejoicing human bodies seem to have gone beyond their limitations  at 'Madandeva's'  will for tonight.

The world around Santu shook. With an unknown difficulty, his eyes twisted and his eyes filled with water. Santu never thought of his mother in a nightmare with anyone but his father.
It seemed as if his mother had gone so far,  she had gone so so far from them at this moment.

His mother is now showering her all caress to this unknown angry looking dirty man.  The nerves in his head became incoherent and he started thinking about how to get his mother back by establishing his rights...

Santu himself does not know where the infinite courage came from. It maybe became possible because the value of his mom has come down to the lower level to him lately? Or is this recklessness is the result of reading those dirty sex stories? Or he became mad  sitting at home in lockdown? In fact, the incident happened, maybe all this is a combination. There was a anger on mom as well. Mohan didn't force her, his Sati savitri mother came to  Mohan's room by herself like a thief in the middle of the night. Santu saw it with his own eyes.

Shh! His mother is a woman of such character behind the chastity? What will his friends think if they ever came to know about this? How much will they make fun of him? People around them also make fun of their family! Santur's fist became stiff with anger .

Another deep stream of dissatisfaction had been flowing for a long time through the secret riverbed of Santu's mind. He has never been able to make love as he had no gf , he does not have the courage to go to the prostitutes. Listening from friends and reading sex stories he satisfied his bodily needs by himself so far . Couldn't even understand when the anger of not getting any physical intercourse has become a frozen mountain in his mind. Today, that anger broke all the dams of the society, all the fake rules and regulations and flooded the banks of the river of this so called society.

Naked Premila Devi then leaps on Mohan's cock and says,

- Fuck me. Fuck me harder and deeper! Tear my pussy with your huge cock mohan. Make me your 'Randy' today! Oooohhhhhhhhhhhh....Mooooohhhaaaannn....fuck ....yeahh....uff ...yes.. yes....

- yes Maiji, yeahh I will fuck you more harder .... I'll fuck your brain out Maiji....sali  .... I will loosen your tight pussy today. Do you want to become Randy? Then take it Randy! Whore! Bitch....sali Randy! Fuck....fuck .....maiji !

Mohan also began to stroke Premila Devi from down.

- Yes, Mohan, yes, yes ...! Right there! Harder, harder. Ooohhhh ... what happiness are you giving, your babuji never gave this pleasure to me. Oh, magohahhh, what  a big you have! It feel like it will tear me from inside. Fuck your babuji , tear me... Give my puss  full blow mohan. Punish my cunt with your cock Mohan. Punish her. Uiiiiimmmahhh


Murmuring all these chastity wife Pramila Devi  started stroking the middle-aged worker by lifting her white soft ass. In the excitement, with her trembling uterus, water came to the base of her vagina .  The sound of the painter's pounding to the soft housewife's plumpy pussy stared making 'thap....thap...thap..' sound and it filled the whole room.

Neither of the two lustful body noticed the presence of another third person in the room.  Couldn't see anyone standing in the dark just three feet away from their sexstarved naked bodies.  standing right behind the 'Sati Lakshmi' pramila devi and lustful worker mohan, he is shaking his dick vigorously, seeing the illegitimate affairs of them.

Santu had been watching his mother being a midnight slut for so long. He was holding his dick in one hand, twisting it in helpless rage. This time he could not handle himself. Hearing his mother's last words, all the fears of the regime disappeared.

He seems that his mother is the jewel of this house, how can this very poor dirty man get the right to punish his mother? In the absence of the father, it is his responsibility to punish his mother. Like a ghost, in the attraction of an invisible force , he stepped forward from his position to fulfill that responsibility. Still a shyness and fear began to pull Santu's legs back .no matter what, it's his mother!

It is not so easy to forget the thought of touching the mother's body with bad intentions, to deny the relationship of respect seen from birth. But pressing the trigger once is enough to get the bullet out. Someone pressed that trigger in Santu's head. The shots were fired without thinking about the consequences. Raising his trembling hand, Santu placed his hand on his mother's ass, his finger went and touched the hole of the naked Premila Devi's ass . He saw the hole of his mother's ass were slightly open and a little down  inside the pussy Mohan uncle's gigantic cock was going in and out in a restless manner.


An electric shock of thousands volt passes through his body

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Part -5
Pramila Devi was then jumping like a madwoman on the giant dick like hammer of the strong man who took shelter in her house. Husband, son, society, politeness are all vanished from her head. The realy is only the hunger between her two legs. Which has been poisoned by her husband by insulting her. Today she will definitely give bath  of this low caste non-Bengali' giant dick with her pussy juice! She will punish her husband by become a Randy of this unknown man !

-Oops ... how big is his cock! Sweating profusely. Giving me that pleasure that I have never experienced.

Suddenly Premila Devi became standstill in panic and felt a hand of an unknown person on her ass, the hand went and touched the hole of her ass. Nothing can be seen in the dark. But mothers know the smell of their children's . Premila Devi was stunned for a moment. Realized it was no one else, his son Santu!  She thought God has  punished her for her deeds today.

Going to get illegitimate sexual pleasure, her son's hand fell on her merciful body! Thinking of one more thing, the soul of 'sanskari' Premila Devi dried up in fear of discomfort. Her son caught her red handed to be sexual even with other men than his father!

Shhhit! Where will she go now with this sinful face! What if his father found out tomorrow morning? Does she have to sheare her body with his  own son this time? Does she have to give him sexual pleasure to keep his mouth shut? Is that the price her son has come to collect now ?

With a blink of  eye, so many thoughts played in the head of Premila Devi. But  Mohan's continual rampage stroke from down broke all her thoughts. Whoever comes, she has no leave in Mohan's office now ! Quarantine emergency services must be provided to their guest of other state ! Unable to give her son even the slightest hindrance, burring sea like Shame deep into her pussy  again  the chastity naked woman Pramila devi began to sway her waist with the rythm of Mohan's stroke.

No more thoughts are working in Santu's brain then. There is a commotion all over his body, the cock has become so hard that it looks like it will tear out his pant ! His heart is pressed like a stone in the chest. Every heartbeat is spreading the restlessness and excitement throughout the body.
Whoa, mother did not say anything? Won't say anything? Will she accept him in such a smooth and helpless way? Does that mean her mother is silently agreeing to have sex? Consent or surrender, what do you call it? Everything is getting confused, the power of thinking is lost! Santu realized that he had bitten the forbidden apple of the heaven today.
And there is no way back from the path of sin, this mistake will not be corrected in any way! From today, everything has changed. Santur's body trembled in an uneasy state of mind. But the feeling called 'cum' was swallowed  the shiver by the magic, the soft thigh of the loving ass of her loving mother that is held in his hand !

The last hint of discomfort was gone by the sound fuck sound of his mother mother secret hole pounded by the painter Mohan. 'thap...thap... fucking sound filled the every corner of that room.

Pramila Devi's ass, tits, and entire body was trembling with  Mohan's every strokes. Santu placed one hand on Pramila Devi's open back and with another hand started touching her mother's ass like a sex starved creature. He saw all the hair follicles below the waist standing up and stabbing him in the hand. What a wonderful pleasure, his mother's body is responding to his caress! Santu began to move his fingers from the top to the bottom of Pramila Devi's ass. He started digging with his nails the unsavory hole in the ass of his beautiful loving mother. He saw his  mother's ass responded with his tickling! The small mouth of the ass surrounded by the wrinkled skin trembled and shrunk into the crook of the son's hand. With more enthusiasm, Santu pressed his finger and grabbed the parting of his mother's buttocks. He started scratching on the high plateau of Goddess Pramila Devi's asses. He put a finger in the hole of his mother's asshole, and after a while he brought it out in fear. He soaked his hands in the sweat and juice of the sacred buttocks of the birth mother. Dick of an other man in her pussy and hand of her own college going son's hand on her ass cheeks while fucking that other man. A strange feeling of excitement trembled her whole body. Premila Devi reached the climax with a strange thrilling excitement , by her ass again she started to fuck Mohan.

Santu stretched out his hand and pulled out the window curtain to see his mother better. The room was filled with the light of the full moon of the twelfth. Pramila Devi realized her nudity completely by this time, she saw that with her there was her paramour and her own son is completely naked .

The shame seemed to spread through the veins of her body in the speed of light. She closed her eyes to forget the shame and increased the speed of fuck. Mohan started trembling with the every stroke of her tanpura like  hips.

Santu looked at the milky naked body of the woman who had give birth him, become enchanted by the moonlight. He saw that his mother's whole body was trembling with the stroke of Mohan's dick.

Everything is swaying .... mother's boobs, asses, stomach, cheekbones, the world around Santu .... everything!
It seems that an unknown naked female figure came down in the middle of the night to fulfill the happy dreams of this two men.

His hands became adventurous and began to move all around his mother's body. Santu started caressing her mother by turning his hand on her stomach and armpits. He raised his face and kissed the belly of Pramila Devi, from there , where he took shelter for ten months before seeing the light of this world. He kissed on Caesar's long cut under her mother's navel. Pramila  was shattered in shame , still she was continuously fucking mohan . That's when Santu's eyes fell on the two footballs that were jumping on his mother's chest. Two rhythms of disobedient restless chatfate flour! Seeing the jumping It is clear that the two of them will be very soft, ! Santu reached out and touched his mother's tits with his trembling hands . His mother's big thirty-six size boobs jumped up and rubbed the palm of her son's hand to the rythm of fucking.

Premila Devi started chanting Ishtnam in her mind in the impending danger. In humiliation, in guilt, in shame of being caught, she has lost all the strength to protest. Just saying to herself,
"Oh my God, what's going on with me! Forgive me ... End this nightmare!"
At the same time, Kamadevi is dancing like Fire inside her chest, taking out her  tongue she is looking for a strong male body. Premila Devi began to sink in the whirlpool of a strange forbidden ambivalence.

Seeing the jumping boobs with an indomitable attraction Santu suddenly grabbed his mother's boobs and pressed it hard.. eating the rubbing of the mother-nipple that was jumping. Pramila Devi tried to stop her son with the rebuke of her eyes, but she failed as her eyes was then filled with lust not any other thing. The aroused Santu increased the pressure of his hand even more. He grabbed his mother's two breasts in two fists and started pressing them like a lover in a dark alley. Ten fingers of her two hands drowned in her respected mother's sweet boobs.

She remembered these two things are very favourite to his father. In a fit of excitement, Santu squeezed her mother's soft breasts so hard that she could no longer stay and murmed, "Ahhh khoka(son)... slowly ...!

gently? Santu was then vigorously squeezing the milk jug like  coconuts on his darling mother's chest. One tits didn't fit into the fist of one hand, as her mother's  tits are very big! Spreading five fingers of both hands, Santu started squeezing his mother's tits as much as he was holding it in his fist .On the other hand,  shaking her black hips mohan was constantly stroking Pramila Devi from the floor.

Holding her breasts in his fists, Santu lowered his face and brought it on the honeycomb cap of her mother's chest. At first he moved the long erect nipple of Premila Devi with his tongue . Santu got the first taste of femininity in his adult life by sticking his mouth on his mother's nipple. A taste as sweet as rusty iron on the tongue, rubbing the smooth tits swaying on the lips, Santu cupped and inserted one of her mother's nipples in her mouth . 'ummmmmmm' Pramila Devi made a soft but long sound of comfort. Her son then pulled her nipple more into the mouth and filled his mouth with his mother's own tits. He is sucking it with his teeth around her nipples.

How strange! There is no more natural phenomenon in the world than the mother's breast feeding the child. But when the child grows up, the mother's breast becomes an extremely forbidden object for him! Santu, but at this moment, there is no other thing in the world that is sweeter and sweeter than the sacred tita of his mother.  Still don't know why the society is tied to the fence of prohibition! Today all the rules will be mixed in the dust, ancient rules will admit defeat. Santu made his mother's tits wet by  sucking one by one . He felt his mother's shivers with every suck on her tits. Pramila Devi's heavy ass kept swying on the wide waist of the painter Mohan while her son was sucking her nipples.

Mohan's condition is also like looking over there. He was still surprised to discover the beautiful hot Malkin in his room where he had taken refuge during the time of danger. And in the middle of it, the woman's son also came to fuck  his mother! Naked mother is sitting on his stomach and her pussy is eating his cock, while her half-grown son  is sucking his mother's tits in that condition. Mohan had never heard or seen of such a strange incident before. he had never known anyone with whom this happened. But he is the Sex master of Uttar Pradesh. Once if he entered his cock in the pussy , he does not panic on anything else. This secret filth of this decent 'Bengali' house in  Kolkata, made him even more excited. Lifting pramila Devi's a little , daily wage worker Mohan hold her ass  with his muscular hand,  and she started fucking her  vigorously.

After a while, Mohan reached to the climax. Sex master  like him could not even take excitement of fucking a mother infront of her son . Lifting her ass, fucking her from down mohan says "Oh, Santu babu, look, I'll pour my juice into your mother's pussy! I'm Cumming soon into your bitch mother's pussy! Suck Santubabu suck. Press hard her boobs. Your mom is our Randy for tonight...ahhhh....uffffhhhhh"

- What do you want with him? You talk to me! Ahhh...yeah....ummm...iii....
It's like pramila devi tried to shut him up by fucking his dick.

What to do? She is trying to forget the terrible shame of her son's presence! Meanwhile, to Balance herself, she grabbed the boy's head with her chest. Santu then stretched out his arms and gripped his mother's hips and sucked her tits like a thirsty passer-by. The fingers of his hands are stuck in the crotch of his mother's jumping ass.

-Oooh: Maiji! Your pussy is still very tight! You are a slut. Your Beta also understands that you're a real Randy! Randy look  I'm now pouring my cum in your pussy! Ahhhh ... ahhhh .... aaahhhh ...!
As he spoke, he began to pump his dick into her pussy with great speed.

At the very last moment, Premila Devi jumped up, lifted her ass and pulled Mohan's dick out of her pussy, About a cup of semen from his huge cock bathed the front of Santu's mother's body. Her boobs, belly, navel and groin were all smeared with the worker's thick white protein-rich semen.

Mohan desperately wanted to fill the hole of Premila Devi's pussy with his hot semen. As she is the mother of one son, and he wanted to  fill the belly of this beautiful middle-aged Bengali lady with his non-Bengali child. He has three children at home in up, another child will be raised secretly in this far away of Bengal. Sometimes he would come to see that child and will fuck his child's mother secretly on her real husband's house. Apparently he was disappointed that the opportunity was missed. Unable to cope with the speed of ejaculation despite many attempts, he became very angry and started spreading his semen all over Santus' mother's  body, then he said ..

- Randy! Kutiya ! Why did you do this bitch? Bloody whore! Slut woman ... You bitch !.

Mohan, a painter from Uttar Pradesh, filled the room of Pramila Devi, a ***** housewife, with obscene slander in front of her son. For that moment they realized that he forgot the scope of his rights.

He is not a sheltered person anymore, he became the owner of this house and Pramila Devi's body in his mind. He just fucked the housewife of this house, now no one can take him down to the ground level.

- That right belongs only to my husband.
Pramila Devi said this as she crawled up  sat down with her body covered with Mohan's semen.

Destiny probably smiled a little behind the scenes. Santu has become impatient while waiting with his fully grown dick. He can't take it anymore . And now he is not afraid of anything. This time he will get the whole of his sweet mother. This painter guy has enjoyed his share, this time it's Santu's turn.

Now he does not care about anyone else's permission! As soon as she got up from Mohan, Santu hugged his mother and threw her on the mattress next to Mohan. Premila Devi knew it would be like that! Helpless, she surrender her body into her son's hand. She prepared her body and mind to be punished for having an illicit affair with a painter who took refuge in the house.

At first, Santu wiped Mohan's semen from the whole body with the nighty of Pramila Devi. Then he jumped up, licked and sucked her whole body. He started sucking milk by pulling her nipples with his teeth, sticking out his tongue like a barbarian and started licking his mother's short hairy armpits. While kissing her neck, a sense of tickle lift pramila devi up.  He seemed to be swimming in the air, pressing all the weight of his body on his mother's plumpy soft body. Premila Devi was choked by her son's pressure on her. The greedy saliva of Santu's mouth soaked his beautiful naked mother's  upper body. Repeatedly, Santu's salivating mouth began to come down on his mother's two erect nipples, and he began to pull her dark brown nipples with his teeth evry time with same enthusiasm. Pramila Devi began to squirm, lying under her son's chest, shivering with shame. Wondering when her quiet obedient son became so pervert !

While sucking boobs, Santu extended his hand towards the joint of her two legs.

-  khoka(son), don't touch there. I am feeling very shy!

To be continued..

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Part 6
Pramila Devi could only whisper in her son's ear. Her son has already touched her most hole of her body. Santu's cock started screaming as soon as he touched his mother's hairy pussy. His fingers reached the clitoris of Pramila Devi by running  through the silk forest of pubic hair. He clearly sence that his mother's body started shaking as he touched her clitorias. Fingers slipped further down into the wet clitoris. Santu's birthplace, his mother's cunt is trembling at the moment in his hand!

Santu slowly grabbed the hairy vagina of Pramila Devi with a tight fist. So hot, it felt like a fever in his mother's pussy! He have to see with a thermometer how much fever there ! Inexperienced Santu doesn't even think about  cock sucking by his mom, he doesn't have the courage to tell his mother to suck his cock. Santu grabbed his hardened thermometer between his mother's legs and pushed it into her wet cunt . Pramila Devi couldn't even stop her son, she was burning with remorse for the guilt of being caught by her son. It feels good to be caressed by her own son! Despite knowing it is a terrible sin. The game of body is very strange, all relationships vanished here! A little while ago, the pussy which become wet by Mohan's cock now swallowed his own son's young cock.

It didn't feel like that as much as he thought it would be a hassle and discomfort. Because not suddenly today, for the last few days Santu's subconscious mind was unknowingly preparing itself to dig honey  from the most secret honeycomb of her mother pramila devi. Santu himself doesn't know how eager his body-mind became to get a taste of his mother's lascivious naked body .

Pramila's bra and panty were not stolen by Mohan but santu himself ,  He knew that the arrow of suspicion would go towards Mohan uncle. He did not know why he did that.  He felt greedy, by seeing his mother's white bra and green panties hanging on the porch. Have seen it many times before, but this time it was completely different.  Santu has seen her mother's naked ass many times by that time. He peeks in the bathroom while pramila was taking a bath! Saw how big her mother's tits, which always remains hidden in the clothes! The nipples from which the milk came out after birth were so long and scattered, like a dark brown liquid cadbury color. As pramila devi Leaned forward  , Santu saw the long slit of his mother's hair-filled cunt, the light brown colored skin with hairless wrinkles around the small hole in her ass. Seeing that water has come on his tongue unknowingly !

He also saw the naughtiness of the worker who took shelter in the house day and night. The lustful man secretly flash his dick to  his shy humble mother . How Mohan uncle peeked into the window of his parents' room and seeing his mother how he shakes his genital. He was shocked to see that his mother was also becoming careless day by day.  Sometimes she didn't notice that her hem was fall from her chest,  sometimes she forget to hook her nighty . Now she didn't even wear bra inside! . Sometimes unknowingly She puts her hand between her legs over the clothes, even in front of the worker. When she went to wipe Mohan's room she mostly wears torn nighty , being an half naked mallu she supply the victuals of Mohan's masturbation by swaying her ass and tits. But she acts like a sati-khanki(decent whore) as if she doesn't understand anything! Meanwhile, the stemless nipples stays up all day in the hope of being tasted by men . While bathing, his mother made her restless by caressing the nipples and caressing her pussy. While applying soap to the pussy, she suddenly puts her finger in the hole! Even at night, when she had sex with his father, she screamed more than she needed to, just to reach her scream to the ears of the man sheltered the next room. Thinking that other men is seeing, she spreads more her legs in the obscene manner of Kamasutra and fuck her husband. Every day  Santu just looks for these opportunities and helplessly masterbate by thinking all these.

Yes, Pramila Devi was a little wrong. The discomfort of having an eye on her every day while bathing was not actually the ugly allure who taking shelter at home. It's actually someone else, who grew up eating her milk  since childhood, who grew up in her own belly , the bright student of the college, her own son! 

Several times in the last few days, he saw his mother bathing naked. She came out wearing only a towel  And swaying her tits  infront of Mohan after bathing. Then how can he control himself from not stealing that sexy womens innerwear. Mother's bra and panties became Santu's masterbate tissue. He was practicing to ejaculate into her belly by  Wrapping his mother's panty on her dick and shaking it vigorously he filled the Bra cup every night.

Today, getting that opportunity, inexperienced fucker Santu crossed all the stages and started fucking his sweet mother  by shaking his waist mighty like an excited illicit lover .

Mother's mind and the tickling of sensual women are becoming one and the same inside Pramila Devi. She was Feeling very ashamed, angry at Santu. But she can't push all this away and run away to her husband's safe shelter in her own house.

Who seeks shelter? Today she wants to be bangd! Shhh! What is she thinking? Santu is her own son , her own blood, she gave birth him. But Santu's cock is hitting her most secret enternes of her body! Filling his bottom with the illicit pleasure of happiness.

How can she leave this happiness In halfway? Then She has no control over herself! Pramila Devi grabbed her hair with both hands over her head in relief of discomfort while being fucked by her own son.

Lying her mother on  the painter's bed on the floor, Santu began to fuck his mother like a monster. God knows where his young waist got this much power. With each thrust of the boy, Pramila Devi felt as if her waist would be broken, the groin would burst and the juice would come out at once.

Then Mohan was sitting in front of her head, shaking the cock and trying to put it in her mouth. She didn't want to disappoint him. Pramila Devi hugged santu tightly like a dog and put  Mohan's cock in her mouth. Pramila devi started moaning." Mmmmm....mmmmm....mmm" while eating the dirty black cock of Mohan in her mouth and fucking by her own son in the pussy.

Santu reached the peak of excitement when he saw his mother lying under his chest and sucking the cock of Dirty mohan.

Gulping one of her tits in his mouth santu said, "Oops! Mom.....I'm Cumming mom, Please let me cum inside you mom! Please ...! I will be your good son, listen to everything! I can no longer hold mom! You ... You're so sexy ... Today I will fill you with my juice maaaaa ....!"

- Noooooo....! Santu, please don't do that, beta! Look at me once? I am your mother honey! Auch .... aahhhh ... don't commit this sin. Leave  me, take it out! My Good son, look at me once? You have to listen to your mother! Uhhh .... Mmm...

Pramila Devi started shaking her ass in fear. The boy's cock began to get more deeper into her pussy. Pramila Devi lost her way in shame, but her disobedient pussy bit her son's dick according to its own rules of physiology.

There is so much happiness hidden in the body of women? Santu would never have known without his mother! He pushed his revered mother harder with the mattress and started fucking her more harder.

He pressed his dick and balls on her groin and began to feel the warmth of his mother's pussy. His darling mother started trembling at his big strokes .

- No mom, I won't listen to you today! I will do whatever I want with you! Today you have to let me pour juice in your pussy mom ! ....mmmmmm..mmmmm... inside your pussy it's so hot...! It's biting my cock mom ..

Son's cock in the mother's pussy began to travel like a piston. Pramila Devi trembled at every stroke of Santu lying on Mohan's oiled mattress. Despite the thrill of joy filling the vagina, Pramila Devi could not forget that the man lying on her chest is the child of her own womb !

- Santu darling, good boy of mine! Don't do that! Stop this time baby. Look, I didn't even let your uncle cum in. You don't listen to me baby? ...Ooohhhhhh...... Ahhhhhh... Cum on my belly? I will shake your dick,  don't you want to cum on my tits beta?
aaaaaaa......aaaauchhhhh... Don't....cum in..... please sona....

The nose and eyes of pramila were covered in Mohan's huge cock, Mohan was hitting  with his huge wet dick all over Pramila Devi's face again and again.

- No, no! I'll put it inside your pussy mom! Look at your slutty pussy wanting my cum juice! You're a randy mom! You're my Randy! I will pour my juice in Randy's pussy !

At that time Santu became unconscious by the pleasure of first sex. Earlier he heard in his own ears that his mother  wants to be Randy of Mohan uncle. He will make his mother Randy today.

Pramila Devi slapped hard on the cheek of santu while being fucked by him .

- keep your tounge in control khoka. With whom are you learning these languages nowadays, hmm??

Sh said to the boy in a stern voice, panting to the stroke of his dick.

She wanted to be her husband's Randy by just for fun, even came to Mohan's room to be her Randy for tonight! But she will never tolerate this defiance of her son as a mother.

He has no reason to think that he has got the right to insult his mother by abusing her because he got her body.

Santu regained consciousness after being slapped. He remember her mother is not really a Randy! But in the heat of the slap, the tension seemed to increase a hundredfold. Leaving one of his mother's tits  in Mohan's hand to pressed, he started crushing the other breast mercilessly and started giving waist breaking strokes to pramila devi.

Bringing semen to the tip of the dick, he dipped his face in between the tits and became crazy and told his mother
''- Forgive me. Mom I will never say again! Look at me. I'm so sorry. You're my good mom ... Best mom! My good mother!  Oooohhhh ... I'm Cumming .... please don't be angry with me mom! ... I love you maaaaa!"

There was a tingling sensation all over her body too and Santu's passionate cock spilled all the semen into the hot cavity of her naked mother. Squeezing her ass, he pressed his lower body to her mother's groin, the cock began to drip and drip the juice inside her own mother's pussy.

-Ooohhh ... Santuuuuuu! What did you do, honey? I am your mother! What sin you have made beta? Why did you do that? Why don't you listen to me .. Tell me baby! Tell me, do I love you less? I keep my all promises to you.... Then why ?...........ummmm ... Ahhhhh ... Hmmmm ... oops ... Ahhhhhhhummm ... ! Harder ... Fuck me hard beta and take all the juice out from my pussy ahhhh . I'm also cumming beta ... Im reaching the climax ! Hm...hm...hmmm...ummm ... Ummmmmmhh ... do it harder! Push push ... make me your Randy and fuck me beta.

As soon as the hot semen  filled her cunt, Pramila Devi suddenly forgot all her chastity and became a slut of her son. She forgot that she had just slapped her son just to use the word  'Randy'! She knows only a few bad words, 'fucking' is one of them.

Every time she said the word 'fuck', millions of ants seemed to bite inside her pussy together! Pramila Devi realized that she was going to commit a great sin, she was going to get an orgasm by her own son's dick !  Still she could not control herself. She put her fingernails on the boy's back, grabbed him like an eagle and lifted her ass from the mattress and started to experience the most exciting orgasm of her life. The whole body began to tremble with intense excitement. The skin on Santu's back was scratched by his mother's fingernails. Yet in the agony of the terrible happiness, there is the pride of masculinity on the mother!

Santu, the obedient son of the mother, started to help his mother by pouring his cock in the warm wet hole with all his strength to give the most pleasure of the orgasm to his mother.

Who knows why sanskari housewife Pramila Devi has been kinked to be Randy today!
Santu was shocked to see his humble shy mother lifting her ass from the mattress and stroking him  from the floor, just like julia Ann , he sees on porn.

The white jelly-like liquid is gushing out from the inside of the most secret hole of mother, splashing on the child's lower limbs.

Santu thinks there is a volcano inside his mother's pussy. The molten hot lava of that volcano is erupting  and burning his cock! Santu hugged his mother in his arms and kissed her like a lover. The whole body of him began to absorb the sweet sweetness of his sweet-speaking mother goddess. Mohan's presence in the house has been oblivious by then by both mother and son !

Just before dawn, with the nighty in her hand, she came out of Mohan's room naked and dragged her tired and devastated body back to her husband's room, ashamed, humiliated but satisfied.

TBC...

[JACKY_451]

Super update. Now Mohan and Santu will continue doing homosexual.

Let's see ... How their life goes after this incident...keep reading

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I thought the son is also a wimp like his father. How can he then make her orgasm. Mohan has respect to premi husband. But after seeing her son fucking her, he will start humiliating santu for disturbing and spoiing the fuck with premila. He should make him lick and clean his dick and fuck him in his ass.

Keep reading you'll get your answer dear...

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Part 7
The next morning Debangshu Babu was surprised to see a strange change in his wife's behavior. He thought he would have to do a lot of flattery, after such a big incident last night, he will not be able to go to close to her at all. He have to do all his own work, maybe even have to eat out that day. Who knows how long that will be going on! Debangshu Babu finds such a situation unbearable. It is better to fall on her   feet and beg to forgive him if needed. His own wife, what is the harm if he hold her feet behind others and beg pardon? He had prepared his mind like that. He woke up and saw his wife working in the kitchen. He kept a smile on his face, wondering how he started talking to his wife .

In the end, however, he did not have to do anything. Pramila Devi entered the room to take something and saw her husband awake and said,
- Oh, you wake up? Go wash your face, I'm giving you tea.

Her face is  little dull, but the tone of the voice is more sweet than the other day. Debangshu Babu saw that his wife was not making eye contact with him. Realized a little touchiness is still remains. In fact, who will explain to him that Pramila Devi is not able to make an eye contact with her husband's  in shame and grief ..

- oh yes...- Which of your shirt's button you were talking about? Give it to me. I will sew today.

Another surprise! Debangshu Babu is really surprised.

- That's the blue shirt, look  there ,hanging. But swe it with a matching button.
-  you don't have to say anymore. Would you please bring some cinnamon and raisins from the nearby shop? I'm thinking of making polao today .

Polao is one of Debangshu Babu's favorite dishes. The day after he kicked his wife, he would not have imagined such an unwelcome good fortune. His mind was filled with love and remorse for his wife.

He asked his wife in a deep voice,
- Listen, I'm sorry by heart. Aren't you angry with me for last night?

- No, Mister!
Folding the mosquito net in one corner of the bed, rubbing her hands on the bed sheet, said Pramila Devi.

- Really?

- Hmm! But please don't do that again. The pain is not on the body, but in mind. And you don't know how people do wrong things if they get hurt in mind !

- I will never do that  again, I promised.

Debangshu Babu got up from the bed, grabbed his wife's cheek with both hands and kissed her deeply on the forehead. Pramila Devi's shy smile leaves him breathless in his mind,
"Come on, the trouble is over so easily this time!"

Pramila Devi was bangd a total of ninety-seven times in two and a half months! In her own house, in the hands of her own son and a daily wage worker of Uttar Pradesh .even In the presence of her husband in the house. On the veranda, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, somewhere or other, they both undressed 'sanskari' Pramila Devi! Sometimes she had to lie down on the dusty floor, sometimes she fell on Mohan's dirty oiled bed and have to be fucked by mohan and her own son. After fucking, she had to go back to her husband, drowning her head and dusting her hips in humiliation. Every day , Fidelit Pramila Devi began to sink into the abyss of shame.

But during this time, strangely, the care to Debangshu Babu multiplied. In fact, to overcome her guilt, Pramila Devi devoted herself more and more to her husband's service. she became anxious all day long thinking about the ways to keep her husband happier, .Debangshu Babu saw fat accumulating in his body with unexpected caress, but his wife's face was always dry with some thought. When asked, his wife smiles and looks for a new way to please her husband.

There has been no difficulty in this change, on the contrary there have been more benefits. Being able to spend more time and mind on office work. And Pramila is making him relax as soon as he gets bored with his works. Debangshu Babu, completely unaware of the dirty reality going on in the house, became pleased with his wife's behavior.

But she had to keep in mind everywhere, now that she has not one, but three husbands at home! In her middle age, Pramila Devi got involved in a new taboo game.

Throughout the day, whenever they gets a chance, Mohan and her son dragged pramila devi behind her husband's eyes and fucked her by making her a slum whore!

Her son, however, stays behind the tiger like a feud. Mohan uncle comes forward every time and after fucking his mother's self-esteem to the dust , he came with scared face.

But after fucking, the little respect left in the body is washed away by her son's greedy desperate fuck.

Every night Pramila Devi has to come out of her bedroom like a thief after putting her husband to sleep. Her son and the painter stand outside the room anxiously. As soon as she came out, they dragged her to Santu's room or in Mohan's room , wherever they liked.

The reckless'Rashleela' begins.  Mother's secret place is glitter in front of her son and and other man's genitals. Their irritated scratch marks, bite marks, appeared on the soft skin of the whole body. After a long session, Pramila Devi, somehow pulled the body from their room and went to bed next to her husband, drowning in shame. Once she fall asleep thinking about her destiny .

Every night she has to save herself for Santu and Mohan.  she even have made her husband  happy with her body everytime he wants, otherwise he will doubt ! Pramila Devi has come up with a new way to cheat on her husband. With dirty talk She make  Debangshu Babu so horny that before entering into her pussy he ejaculate on her pussy.

Taking off nighty, crawls like a leopard,  she comes forward towards her husband, the appetite of the frightened deer in her eyes. Debangshu Babu can't do anything but turn off the laptop. His virtuous wife tells all the horny stories while squeezing his battered cock by inserting her hand near his thigh in his shorts.

- Hey, I'll say a bad thing. Won't you be angry?

- Uh ...  say ....!

- Too bad.

- Ooho ... Tell na?

-  you know what, swapna  forced her husband to fuck her in ass?  Her...her husband ... call her 'Pondmarani' (Assy) !

- What kind of word is this! Who's Swapna?
Even if he don't know, when he hear about the naughtiness of this unknown woman, his dick seems to be shivering.

- arey..,  house on the opposite side....Shymal da's wife , you know her!

Debangshu Babu's dick became more stiff. He is been attracted to this  hip-swying big tits neighbour bhabi for a long time! As he is a family man , that's why he has kept that desire in his mind like a decent man .

- You know, swapna sleeps naked every night she says doing this blood circulation become normal in the body.

- Good. You sleep too! In imagination
Debangshu Babu  seeing Shyamal da's wife lying naked next to Shyamal da !

- ui ma! You also become so naughty these days! Why should I sleep naked? I'm not a naughty women like swapna.

- ummm...is your swapna really that naughty?  Debangshu Babu unheedingly asked her wife.

- yesssss..very much. And do you know she fingering herself everyday while bathing ?

The melody of encouragement in his wife's throat too.

- Why , doesn't her husband fuck her?

- he fucked. But her cravings are much more than that, she doesn't get satisfied even if he fuckes her all day. . She has a girl of 18 . At this age .. all these. think how naughty she is ?

Debangshu Babu silently thinking something as his wife kept shaking his cock. Looking at his face, it is understood that his body is getting more and more excited.

- It would have been nice if Shyamal da's wife would have grabbed yours and shaken it like this!
With a big smile, Pramila Devi asked her husband ,while shaking his dick hardly.

- What nonsense are you talking about?
Even after saying this in his mouth, Debangshu Babu's dick grew up in a shiver. Pramila Devi feels it clearly in her fist.

- uhu ! Did I really tell you? I'm just kidding!

Shaking her husband's genitals, Pramila Devi whispered,
-  think about it once. Close your eyes? Look You'll feel good !

Debangshu Babu closed his eyes.
- suppose I'm swapna?
Pramila Devi pressed her lips to her husband's ears.

Debangshu Babu opened his eyes trembling with strange discomfort.
- Why are you doing this all of a sudden? What happened to you?

- did you  get scared?
Naked Pramila Devi goes down with an exuberant smile.
Well, ok, I won't say it again. What happened? Now close your eyes like good boy.

She lowers her face and gives a deep kiss to her husband's testicles .

Debangshu Babu  closed his eyes again in pleasure. And, without asking anything, he immediately remembered Swapna boudi of the next house. His wife is shaking his genitals vigorously with one hand and other hand is roaming all over his body .

suddenly Debangshu Babu  seems unfamiliar with the smell of his wife of so many years . Repeatedly it seems it is Rima's mother of the next door, Shyamal da's wife Swapna Baudi! The more he thinks, the more blood is boiling all over his body!

After getting so horny, he pressed his wife's tits and made them red. Pramila Devi slowly lowered her husband's hand into her hairy wet vagina. Debangshu Babu got up in electric shock  as soon as he touched Sapna Baudi's plumpy pussy in his imagination.

At that moment Pramila Devi understands perfectly that her husband is thinking of  another woman,  What a joke of fate, that's what she wants today ! Smiling at her husband's helpless closed eyes she shook his cock very fastly and said in a sweet whisper,
- just want to press the pussy? Don't you want to insert your finger in my pussy ?

In no time Debangshu Babu inserted two fingers into his wife's vagina, thinking it's swapna bhabi's pussy and started fingering her.

- Ahhhh ... ooohhhh ... put it in my ass? Don't you want it? Please...?
Pramila Devi said trembling and whispering.

No Debangshu Babu also put his finger in his wife's ass along with pussy. He put his fingers together in the two holes and started fingering.

Even  seemingly polite Pramila Devi, like a naughty slut, started encouraging her husband to fingering her ass . She thought to herself that the other two cannibals in the house would not leave his back either, today or tomorrow she will have to give up her ass too! Then if her husband suddenly found that the hole in his wife's ass has become a canal, what will she answer then? She has to  convinced her husband that two holes have been activated in his hand only. Pramila Devi pulls the muscles of her ass apart and inserts her husband's finger deeper into the hole. In a relaxed voice, she whispered in her husband's ear.

- I like to fucked in ass, you know, devar ji? I took the neighbors' cocks in my ass in exchange of money. Put your finger deeper ... more deeper! See the whole finger will go in! Iss ... yeah ... that way!

In Debangshu Babu's imagination, then Swapna Baudi is doing these kinds of naughty things, she is talking like a slut in joy of her ass fingering. Debangshu Babu whispered, rubbing his fingers inside the ass of Goddess Pramila

- Yes, I see! Your asshole have become quite big!

- Ahh .. auch! Won't it? All day long, all my neighborhood devars fuck me in my ahhuum...ahhh.

Being Swapna , Pramila Devi also started behaving naughty  with her husband. Meanwhile, thinking about the extreme nasty words he said, juice came out of his vagina!

- it can't be understand  from outside that you are really a naughty slut... You are such sex craving slut..
Debangshu Babu was at the peak of excitement then. He is squeezing and fingering both the love hole of his wife in extreme excitement.

- Yes, I'm so hungry for sex devar ji! But your Shyamal da just fuck my ass today. My pussy is still hungry! Devar ji  won't you satisfy her hunger?

Hearing the word of Shyamal fucking her ass in Pramila's voice, in a terrible jealousy-filled discomfort the semen suddenly came to the very tip of Debangshu Babu's cock .

- hurr! Stop all this. All the nonsense!
Decent Gentleman Debangshu Babu got up in a sweat and opened his eyes and in order to hide his excitement he protested loudly.

- Then fuck me! I am more hungry than swapna! Punish me very hard with your cock. It's craving for your dick, you know with your cock! Fuck me .... fuck, honey ...i want to feel the pain!

Debangshu Babur body filled with extreme energy in his wife's fierce sensual voice. But the man who has already reached the seventh peak of excitement , how will he climb to a new peak! In a fit of rage, he threw her on the bed, inserted his dick in his wife's pussy , and as she expected Within 1 minute after giving 7,8 strokes he came in and fall on her.

Then he fell asleep early in exhaustion . After sleeping her husband, Pramila Devi's secret Night adventure begins. Women's  know all kinds of tricks, Pramila Devi did not have to learn all these new things !

One day, they were just about to be caught by the neighbour Malay Babu . In the middle of that night, Mohan had brought her to the courtyard while fucking her in his lap . In the moonlight, her plumpy cunt was drinking sweet juice of Mohan's dick  on the wet ground of the yard. Her son was pressing her tits crawling next to her and was watching her mother's fucking. God knows what Malay Babu went out to do in the middle of the night. The light of his torch fell in the middle of the their garden.

- hey....? Who's there? Who..?..
He said coming  in front of the gate .

To escape from his sight, they hide behind the kamini tree, completely naked! Pramila Devi was trying to hide herself like a thief inside her own house ,she was feeling to sink to the ground in shame. In between she was surprised and felt Santu is eating her asshole!

"Did he completely get out of hand? Doesn't he have any respect for his mother? Respect is far away, does he even consider me as his mother at all?"
Pramila Devi thought in her mind while standing holding branches of the Kamini tree, clenching her teeth, moaning , feeding her ass to her own son. On the other hand, Guru Mohan, the master of all plays, is licking her pussy by extending his hand, twisting the nipples !

Thank god  timid Malay Babu did not shout or enquired any more, after a while he left without getting any response. After pouring pussy juice on the Santu's face, Pramila Devi came out from behind the bushes and said in a harsh voice that day, she should never be taken out of the house again.

Every household shopping from marketing to groceries  Debangshu Babu was doing everything , as he became a servant of the family. On the other hand Mohan is just eating twice a day in his money and  behind his back is fucking his darling wife together with his son !

Poor simple Debangshu Babu  can't understand anything. He became very happy to see that Mohan is willingly clearing the grass of the garden, watering the trees, and some others work too. he did not even get a glimmer that this  treacherous snake  is regularly watering the garden of his beloved wife,  !

He smiles and talked with Mohan. If he brings any food from the shop, he brings  extra thinking about Mohan. Asks regularly about his family. Debangshu Babu is a sane citizen.

Not being able to help the people in the misery of the corona virus around him, he started fulfilling his share of responsibilities by taking care of all the advantages and disadvantages of the person taking shelter in the house. Decent man Debangshu Babu is not treating him like a  laborer, he started treating Mohan like a guest.

On the other hand, his wife Pramila Devi had to pay the ultimate price of his guest hospitality  behind him! Meanwhile, the government announced that the lockdown going to stay for few more days. This means that the period of house arrest is extended!

Forgetting the tension of not meeting with his family member for a long time, Mohan started dragging Pramila Devi behind her husband's eyes now and then. Santu came forward to take part in the hunt with the hyena's quiet steps behind him. In those few days, the culture-minded elegant house became a strange illict sex arena.

But but So there is no reason to think that Mohan and Santu have become friends. Mohan tried several times to talk to the son of his secret keeper, but Santu,  each time after ejaculation, a strange alien rage grows on that man.

A useless painter, took refuge in the house for a few days in danger, but he turned his world upside down! Her mother is her pride, goddess of respect, pride of this house. This insignificant worker from Uttar Pradesh has turned that 'pride' into dust.

He made his decent living mother a slut..whose identity is nudity today! No, Santu couldn't forgive Mohan. He couldn't even forgive his mother. Even himself !

But the illicit intoxication is dragging him to the deep abyss of the dirt. Santu doesn't know the way to float again, he is drowning in the dark mud of sin every day. He learned to breathe anew under water, sexual orientation has taken place in the life of mother and son. Life goes on at its own pace.

TBC..

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Part 8

Not friendship, but mutual understanding has developed between Santu and his mother's illegitimate lover. Both of them want a woman, so they are the Fuck- companion of each other. If Mohan doesn't come forward, Santu doesn't have the courage to remove his mother's clothes. Even mohan will also be in trapped if santu told anything to his father, then he will lost this royal hospitality of his father. So Mohan tries to flatter Santu whenever he can. Except for the time of fucking Pramila Devi. At that time Mohan became a monster, a fucking-monster! In front of Santu, he fuck his shy mother by tearing her into pieces. He satisfy Pramila Devi's hunger for so many years with his huge cock. Every time Santu Waits for his turn to come.

Maybe now you think that Santu doesn't fear of anything , you r wrong, There is not only one fear of Santu. Fearing to touch her mother's naked body, he prevents his fear by seeing his mother being humiliated by the worker. Santu's solar system then rotates counter-clockwise. 

And his relationship with his mother? The definition of that relationship can not be found in any dictionary! Everything has changed. Not for long, like forever! Where the affection seems to have been suppressed. Seeing her son, Pramila Devi now runs away like a thief. She is acting to be his mother in front of her husband, but she knows in her mind that now she is not the mother her own son, she is becoming a slut of him day by day! Every day she thinks she will not go to them, she will not be caught in the hands of the two who are robbing her honor . Even so she doesn't know when she become weak infront of them. Like heroin addiction, sometimes the desire for secret obscenity is aroused. She can't control herself at all , Seeing the genitals of other men sheltered in the house, her whole body trembles when she touches the hard genitals of her son !

She always thought she will not allow this behaviour of them again. But then, when she enters the bathroom while bathing , he keeps the latch of the door open again in an illicit hope.
When she took off her clothes, she went to close the window pane of but thinking something she opened it again. She went to mohan and Santu's room again and again and leaned in front of them without any reason, looking at their hungry gaze towards her breasts her nipple gets erect in a sensual pleasure. Going to santu, without any hesitant she asked for his underwear to wash, and before wash, she looked around like a thief, dipped her face in the underwear and sniffed the youthful smell her son. Sticks out her pink lips she kissed of the sopt of Santu's dick on his underwear. . She rubbed her tongue and tasted it, then smiled softly and washed the semen on it with her own hands. In between all this, the gap between her legs seemed to get wet unknowingly. And then if they grab her and fuck her, what will she do to stop them.

Even after all these she cannot forget her own existence, she started burning in shame and remorse, ,even having her husband's mangalsutra on her neck she has to serve two dicks at the same time , Neither of the two is her husband!

At night, Pramila Devi, a quiet gentlewoman, informing the whole house gets the orgasm from husband. She do Puja wearing Only a peticoat upto her neck. When went to give santu and mohan 'Prasad' they pressed her tits. 

Nowadays, after taking a bath, she tie the corset on her chest but thinking something she falls that off from her chest .

She keeps unbuttoned her Nighty nowadays , seeing herself on the mirror she gave herself a smile like a slut of two men. That smile merged again with her son and the painter's cruel rubbing on her breasts and with sensual monster fuck.

Santu sees his mother trying to treat him normally in front of his father, but every muscle in his mother's body trembles under the pressure of that effort. As before, his mother calls him to tidy up his clothes, wash his clothes, she do his bed, puts his books on shelfs, and as before, he calls him khoka(baby).
 But everything seems is wrapped up in a dilemma.

He thinks his mother is acting every moment. Acting to be mom, acting to be a good wife, acting to be goo decent women! Santu also falls to the ground ashamed of his deeds. He can't talk with his mother's properly. But he tries to be strict. 

Forcefully he tries to have a normal chat with the mother in front of father. But Santu looks for his charming uncle when he is hidden from his father's eyes. When uncle will come and take off his mother's sari, he will wash all the respect from her body with his black dirty cock, when he will be immersed in the fantasy of his fantasy bitch fairy.

The more Pramila Devi, a housewife, wants to escape, the more she becomes a prisoner of sex.

While husband was sleeping in the afternoon, Mohan and Santu pulled Pramila Devi out from her bedroom and fuck her on the dormat outside . They did not listen to Pramila Devi despite repeated interruptions. Finally, one day, Debangshu Babu woke up, knocked on the door to come out, and in fear the two of them fled from there by left her naked.


Somehow wearing the nighty , with an excuse Premila Devi opend the door and get revealed that day . Santu's courage was increasing day by day. He knows that he is no longer alone, he has got a strong fucker man like Mohan uncle with him.

The water has flown so far, Premila Devi's opportunity to protest is over long ago. Now she can't even tell her husband what she has done for so long. Can't answer, if every day if she get bangd at her own home, then in which illicit happiness she shut her mouth till today.

So, despite enduring extreme humiliation, she have to keep her head high and live like a skilled actress. While Debangshu Babu was sitting in the dining room for lunch, Santu fucked her on Debangshu Babu's bed by pushing her nighty upto her waist with the help of fucker mohan. Even while cooking in the kitchen, well-educated Premila Devi had to pick up her sari and give her pussy to be fucked by mohan and santu. She had to kneel in front of her son and take his cock in her mouth. Suddenly when husband came, she had to gave an excuse to pick the dropped spoon. While making dal she had to lick Mohan's dick. Filling her pussy with painter Mohan's dick she had to cook egg curry for her husband. Premila Devi's self-esteem was being shattered, her pride of chastity was being shattered every day.

Santu also gets a share of his mother's body every time as he keeps his mouth shut. He tries not to look at his mother's angry, humiliated face . However, when he look at the sweet and charming face, she fuck her mother harder and harder! He is only not allowed inside the bathroom while she bathing. At that time he had to stand outside and watch so that if his father came by chance he will let inform inside the bathroom. Mohan uncle then bathed his mother inside the bathroom. While guarding the door, Santu hears his humble soft-spoken mother's sensual moan. Sometimes he can understand in the thumping sound, that the painter is hitting the hammer in the love hole of his loving mother! At the same time his ears also on his father's feet, he always keep his eyes on the door of his father's room .

For some reason if Debangshu babu came out of his room he gave a danger alert by knocking on the bathroom door. The commotion inside the bathroom stopped, the sound of Pramila Devi's moaning slowly decreased at zero level. Then locking the door more perfectly the two of them fucked quietly. Santu divert his father from there with different excuses .

This is going on day after day. In her husband's service, however, Pramila Devi did everything. On the contrary, she has poured out his heart and soul to overcome his guilt.

Every day of the week, Debangshu Babu's favorite dish is cooked at home now. Pramila Devi replied with a sweet smile even though her husband was rude. She always keeps her husband in a cool mood. She puts everything in front of his hand before asking for anything he needs. Seeing the attitude, it seems that she is worships her husband in the sense of the gods! 

In a nutshell, day by day she is becoming a decent soft spoken .....horny slut behind her husband. The atmosphere of the revered Bhattacharjee's house started getting dirty very secretly. Although there is still a lot to see by Premila Devi !

TBC

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santu and mohan will tear her pussy

Let's see..

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Now premila will show the anger towards her son by humiliating him.

This is just halfway of the story...

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Superb update. Thought Premila would have made her husband lick and drink the sperm of mohan in the fit of anger. No guilt. No happiness either for punishing her husband.

Let's see what would happend in near future..

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Confused minds. Cant understand what each are planning on. Good way to go.

Keep reading ..i promise you'll find this story a little different and unique than other 'cheating' 'extra marital affair' stories