Adultery Friend's Mother
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He watched her slyly as she went about doing her work, not even remotest of the idea that her son's friend was eyeing her. "Ramesh, dude where is the pen drive?", asked mohit. It was at that moment Ramesh's reverie was broken and he turned his attention towards mohit to give him what he wanted as he fiddled through his pocket for the pen drive.

As Mohit was plugging the pen drive, Ramesh was watching it with a head full of perverse thoughts, thinking that's how he's gonna plow Divya, Mohit's mother.

"Ma, is the lunch ready yet?", asked Mohit, "yeah almost done", replied Divya. Ramesh was breathing sex, in and out. The expressions on his face were neutral but deep within, he was chewing Divya's flesh.

Mohit and Ramesh used to hangout a lot as their homes were nearby and they studied in the same college as well as the same stream. Mohit shifted to Hyderabad with his family as his father got transferred here. And he opted for Mechanical engineering,  that's how he ended up meeting Ramesh, a pretty avg guy with an alright sense of humor and grades.

Ramesh was born and brought up in Hyderabad itself. He lived with his dad as his mum passed away and his elder brother was working in mumbai. At home it was him and his dad only.

The first day at the college Mohit and Ramesh clicked, and they started hanging out together. For mohit too it was great as he was new to the city and he found a good friend in ramesh,  practical, a good listener and a very wry sense of humor. They used to hang out at Ramesh's place a lot in the beginning. It was after a couple of months that Mohit randomly asked Ramesh to come to his place as he bought a new sound system and they could watch a movie together. Ramesh knew Mohit was the only son and his father had a stable job and his mother was a homemaker.

Mohit and his parents were from Delhi. They were quite fair and healthy. Divya had delectable curves and that's what attracted ramesh. Her eyes were so motherly which had nothing but pure affection. Her lips always had a smile. Her neck is so elegant. Her hips, fertile and broad. Her thighs are firm and fleshy. Her arms proportionately thick, with her underarms clean, as she mostly wore sleeveless. Her breasts are so full and rotund. Her nose was adorned with a ring. Her forehead is decorated with bindi and vermilion. Her hands are full of bangles. She liked it that way. Feminine. The first time Ramesh had laid eyes upon her he felt a happy knot in his belly. He smelt heat. He pictured her below him as he plowed her, imagining her motherly eyes displaying lust.

Ramesh was obese. But not in a bad way. He was quite tall, almost six feet. He was a tad bit dark. All in all he was pretty average in looks. Between the legs too he wasn't an Adonis. Just average. But he was good with his mouth and hands. He was no virgin as he had met his online girlfriends and had them. But deep within he was still incomplete. He wanted to have raw sex not the polished ones kinda. He wanted to curse and use explicit words while fucking. Not just aahs n oohs and yeah baby.
But somehow he never found any suitable partner for these things. It got buried deep within him until he saw Divya.

The first day when he saw her, that same night he was furious while masturbating. He bit his pillow hard as if it was her and he was jerking away in a lightning speed as he recollected how she smiled and welcomed him, how she went around doing her work while talking to him and mohit, how she casually lifted her arms tying her hair, ughhh ramesh came in long spurts. He liked cumming on the bed sheets, and always smiled to himself thinking how he likes marking his territory.

It has been a regular routine, them both hanging out and Ramesh checking out Divya slyly.
Divya and Ajay (Mohit’s father) had an arranged marriage. It was pretty good. Ajay and divya both had satisfactory sex life and none complained. Mohit was born and they both got busy in their respective roles. Divya mostly kept herself occupied with home, never hired a maid and did everything by her own. She never complained and deep within she was quite content. It was a very uneventful life the three of them lived till now.

In his mind Ramesh had these vivid images in slow-motion of divya and her movements, her curvy waist, which he could only see flashes of, her back, the portion which was left bare in the “U” type of blouses she wore, the movements of her hands as her bangles clinked together, her breasts which jiggled slightly with her movements. They were firm, bulky yet firm, her breasts tightly wrapped in her modest blouse and bra. Ramesh had this build up of immense lust inside him, he wanted to pin her and mark her, he wanted to soil her chaste persona, he wanted to rip the homely mother and drown with her in the pleasures of the carnal ocean. Deep down he knew this was possible, but he had to be patient.

In those six months of friendship Ramesh knew almost everything about Mohit and his parents. The bottom line was they lived a simple life and none of them ever crossed any line of indecency or never had to face any embarrassing situation. On his part Ramesh used to take Mohit out to hangout with Ramesh's childhood friends and they used to booze, but Mohit never had any drinks as such, he was a teetotaler. Ramesh had a very pleasant personality and even his childhood friends were unaware of such dark fantasies that Ramesh harbored. He never let his emotions or thoughts get the better of him when he was with a company. His best friend was himself. 

Ramesh’s dad had gone out of station for six months to meet family and relatives. So most of his friends used to come and hangout at Ramesh's house and watch movies and drink. One such evening Ramesh invited Mohit for a night out at his place. Mohit informed his parents that he is gonna stay over at Ramesh's place for the night, which was pretty normal because they lived in the same colony. A couple of childhood buddies and Mohit joined Ramesh at his place and they started a movie, simultaneously they started to booze. Mohit too wanted to have some, as this was his first time everyone was surprised but as they say everything starts with a first, and thus mohit too started boozing. After a couple of pegs Mohit was pretty high but the others were fine as it was within their limits. Mohit got up to pee, he was kinda wobbly while walking to the washroom, ramesh and his friends were laughing, mohit too had a smile, but then suddenly his right foot hit the leg of the table and as he was about to fall, one of ramesh’s friend in reflex got up to hold him, and in the process held the collar of mohit’s neck in stopping him from falling down, but his head hit the table, and he went unconscious. There were scratch marks on his neck and his collar got torn in the process, but he was fine and snoring. They all sighed in relief, but by then mohit had peed in his pants itself. They all had a good laugh about it and Ramesh's friends were like “dude we’re gonna leave now, it's better to call it a night”. Ramesh too was exhausted because that moment actually had turned them all off, and he bid them bye. After they left, Ramesh saw Mohit snoring peacefully with his pants wet and stinking of pee. He thought it's better to take him back to his home, before it gets out of control. After all Ramesh too was just a teenager. He gathered mohit and started a walk back to his house, and rang the doorbell, it was around 12am, there was pin drop silence in the colony. The door was opened by Mohit's mom Divya, she was in a conservative maxi with short sleeves, hair open. Ramesh liked what he saw, but divya froze and in shock she asked ramesh what had happened to mohit. Ramesh said everything is okay, nothing to worry, mohit had a couple of pegs as this was his first time and he slipped and hurt himself a bit. Nothing serious. Divya sighed and was a bit embarrassed in front of Ramesh, and she could smell alcohol from Ramesh's breath too. But she was too soft to reprimand him so she instead requested him not to indulge in such activities. Ramesh was a bit coy himself and he said from now on they won’t. Both divya and ramesh started taking mohit to his room supporting him on either side. Ramesh asked divya about mohit’s dad, “uncle is nowhere to be seen, is he sleeping?”, to which divya replied, “no, he had to go out of station for some work which sprung up suddenly, he will be back in a week.”

As soon as Ramesh heard that reply from divya, in his head he started devising a plan to get this homely mother under him. As they stumbled across Mohit's room, they made him lie down on his bed. At that moment divya noticed scratches on mohit’s neck and his pants were completely wet. She was totally confused. She asked Ramesh, “Hey, what are those scratches on his neck? And why did he pee himself?”, to which Ramesh replied that’s nothing aunty, it was just a small accident. While saying this Ramesh was acting all nervous as though he was lying to her and he wanted her to probe about it, which divya did by saying, “I am pretty sure it's not an accident ramesh. Please tell me exactly what happened?”, to which Ramesh replied by sighing!!

“Let’s go out in the hall, let him sleep”, said ramesh. Both of them switched off the lights and went and sat on the sofa in the hall. Ramesh sat on a single seater and divya on a three seater, maintaining a good decent distance. Ramesh started to weave a lie.

“Two of my childhood friends had come down to my place to hangout tonight. One of them had come with his girlfriend. Mohit too joined us later and we started watching movies and started drinking in small sips. Mohit too wanted to try and he too started drinking in small pegs. It was almost an hour into the movie, when the girlfriend of one of my friends wanted to use the washroom, she excused herself and left for it. Within a couple of minutes Mohit too wanted to use the loo, so I suggested he go for another one in the next room as the girl might be using the one in the adjacent room. He knows the layout so he left. Five minutes later we heard a scream of the girl, the three of us dashed to the room to see what had happened, we saw mohit on the floor with his pants undone and his penis out, lying unconscious. We were all shocked and we asked the girl as to what had happened, and she said Mohit was trying to force himself upon her. He undid his pants and was trying to tear her top but she resisted him and scratched him on his neck while pulling his collar and smashed his head on the wall. Luckily the smash was not too hard, as mohit was too high so he just lay there unconscious. My friend was really angry and was about to hit mohit but I somehow calmed them down and asked them to leave saying mohit was drinking for the first time and he just acted weirdly. This is not who mohit is, so let this be a one-off incident and forget about it. The girl was very angry and she slapped me and said that she won’t be able to forget or forgive and she will report it to the security officer. I begged for her forgiveness and profusely apologized for Mohit's behavior. Somehow when my other friend intervened things got calmer, and they left. I don’t know what had gotten into mohit but I guess I have lost my childhood friends because of this unmanly deed of his.” 

When Ramesh completed his narration he saw divya in shock and tears. She couldn’t believe her son could do such a thing. Ramesh said to her no need to confront him with this incident and he is sure that mohit won’t even remember a single detail as he was too high and got his head banged to the wall as well. So he asked divya to let that be. Divya was too broken but then she looked at ramesh gratefully and said that you just saved the whole family of hers from a huge embarrassment as well as mohit and his career and life. She just got up and walked towards Ramesh and lovingly ran her fingers through his hair and hugged him while he was sitting, holding his face against her belly. She said, “oh Ramesh, you don’t know how grateful I am to you. I will always be here for you whenever you need anything.” Ramesh encircled his arms around her, his palms landed on her fleshy ass, he squeezed it with all his might and bit her tummy flesh over the maxi, which startled divya and she tried to move out of the hug. Realizing that Ramesh loosened his grip and let her move out.

She took a few steps back and looked at Ramesh flabbergasted and asked him,” what was that ramesh?” to which Ramesh replied looking directly in her eyes with a dead serious expression, “ Since the day I saw you, I have wanted you”. Divya was shocked and disgusted and she frowned and said, “I told you I am always here for you as a mother. I have always looked at you as a son, just like mohit.” To which Ramesh replied with the same expression “ I want you mother, as a woman with this abundance of flesh and curves you carry.” Hearing this her ears burned and she shivered looking at Ramesh, there was no anger in her, she was plain scared. She gasped and opened her mouth and brought both her hands to her mouth in shock not believing what she just heard.

“ Aaj raat bhar tujhe apne neeche leke chodunga haramzaadi” said Ramesh. Divya’s eyes widened in shock, there was no limit to her reactions in her brain, she was shivering and her knees started shaking. She never came across such filthy language directly being spoken to her in this way. “ Tera ladka toh ladkiyon ke peeche pada hai, par meri nazar tere jaisi gadrail aurat par tiki hui hain bhainkelaudi!!”said Ramesh, keeping eye contact with her. 

He slowly got up and in a firm authoritative tone asked her to raise both her arms in the air. Ramesh knows he has sinked his teeth in her flesh and she’s completely under his control. Divya was too scared to react or say anything, this was just so sudden. A moment ago she was caringly hugging him as her own child and now in this moment he has become a ruthless, cold man. Deep within she knew she had to give in, because everything is at stake here, her family, her son, pride, everything for whatever they have lived for till now. She was disgusted by this behavior of Ramesh but she was helpless and she gave in to his demand and raised her hands in the air. As the maxi was short sleeves, only half of her armpits were visible. Ramesh walked to her and placed his nose at her right armpit and inhaled deep, filling his lungs with the aroma of her sweat. “Ughhh”, he gave out a primal grunt, “ randi, kuttiya, mmmm kya gaadha pasina hai tera” 

Divya : why are you doing this? 
She asked while crying, now literally sobbing.
Ramesh : You are meant to be taken, you whore. I won’t be soft and gentle with you.

Ramesh came and stood in front of her while looking into her tear laden eyes, he gripped the front part of the maxi and with all his strength tore it apart, with buttons flying down and hitting the ground. Divya gasped, but never brought her hands down. She knew she had to take this humiliation because of mohit. Ramesh looked at her tender, motherly, fleshy body. He held her mouth with his right hand and pressed the cheeks so that she opened her mouth which she did, and he spat right into her mouth. She closed her eyes in disgust and gulped his saliva. Ramesh kept on spitting in her mouth and sometimes on her eyes and nose and cheeks. He wanted to soil her, defile her, the pious mother, ughhh he wanted to fuck her soul. Divya could smell the alcohol and taste it too in his saliva. Ramesh licked all the spit on her face with his tongue spreading it across her face, which glistend in his stench. She was looking so helpless with the bindi on her forehead and vermilion on the parting of her hair in the middle just above the bindi, her ear tops jingling as he licked her face, her nose ring puffing with each breath she took. 

She was in a black bra and pantie. Ramesh bent and threw her over his shoulders and started walking towards her bedroom. He threw her on the bed, switched on the lights and switched off the air conditioner. He wanted it raw. He wanted it sweaty. He had this very strong animalistic urge to fuck her, but he wanted to take his own time in defling her on her own marital bed. The pious wife that she is, and a caring mother, he knows that he has her under his thumb.

He latched the door, turned towards her and asked her to take the already torn maxi off her body. She sat on the bed and obeyed him, taking off her maxi and was about to neatly fold it when Ramesh snatched it from her and threw it on the floor. She just looked at him teary eyed. No words were spoken. He just kept staring at her semi naked body for almost ten minutes, that’s when the sweat started to build profusely. His lips curled into a smile. The night has just begun.

Ramesh : Kneel on the bed, with your arms behind your head.

Divya by now knew that she’s going to be taken, she had accepted the fact that whatever ramesh makes her do or does with her, she will do it willingly for her family. So she kneels on the bed, placing her soft ass over her ankles and raises both her arms and locks them behind her head.

It was a sight to be seen, to be drunk in. Ramesh watched her with all the lust he had, gazing at her pervertedly, wetting his lips, the air in the room was thick, it was pin-drop silence in there. The room was bright, the air-conditioner off, and here on the bed the voluptuous, curvy, affectionate mother of his friend sat in the kneeled position as he asked her to, making her look all the more enticing, with her fleshy thighs, her fertile hips, her clean sweaty by now armpits, her hair intact in a bun, the bindi and vermilion signifying that she is someone’s wife, it gave him a kick thinking about how he is gonna devour the whole of her and her values. He looked around in the room and found her married portrait with her husband and a family picture, where mohit was standing in between her and his father. He went and brought that photo frame and sat on his haunches in front of her, showing her the photo and giving her a wicked smile, as tears filled her eyes watching her family picture. Ramesh was enjoying tormenting her mentally, he wanted to break her completely before he took her. He darted his tongue out and licked divya’s face in the photograph, disgusting divya all the more. He was slowly circling his tongue on her face in the photograph, wetting it. He held the frame in his left hand while still licking it and with his right hand he touched divya’s face, caressing her cheeks, grabbing the soft tender flesh of her face he was gently kneading it. Divya closed her eyes feeling humiliated and disgusted at the same time. She was not able to fathom the fact that this was happening for real. She just let him do whatever he wanted. She has submitted herself completely to him.

After what seemed an eternity, divya felt ramesh withdrew his right hand, and she opened her eyes to see as to what he is upto now. He was watching her with his nostrils puffed, breathing heavy, she could sense a lot of unbridled lust in his eyes. Her eyebrows curved in a motherly way, her hands started to ache a bit because she still had them locked behind her head, she was sweating now, she could feel her underarms wet, sweat over her upper lip, her forehead perspiring, her cleavage glistening. She just looked at him pleadingly hoping that he would stop whatever he is doing to her. She thought it would have been better if he would have just fucked her, but this whole game of his was unbearable for her moral compass. How would she undo the whole night in her memories if he keeps being this relentless in breaking her.

Ramesh, who was on his haunches till now, stood up. He unbuttoned his shrit and threw it on the floor. He was sweating too and divya could see sprouting hair on his chest all damp with sweat. He then undid his pants and threw them on the floor beside his and divya’s maxie. There was a bulge in his underwear which made divya look away disgustingly. Here was a boy, a friend of her son, whom she considered her own son alike, was about to take her on her marital bed. How could Mohit do this which led to his mother being humiliated like this was all she could think. 

“Look here, aunty!”, said ramesh, making divya snap out of her thoughts and made her look at him. He raised his right arm, wet two of his fingers with the sweat, making divya breathe heavy unsure of what he is upto, brought those two fingers to her face and placed it under her nostrils, making her breathe his stench. Divya wanted to turn her face away but she knew it was futile. So she just kept inhaling his stench which was quite strong, while looking at him. He repeated it with his other underarm too, this time he even spat on his fingers mixing his saliva with his sweat, and made her smell it, sniff it, rubbing it on her lips and cheeks. This was too much for divya. It was as if he was ingraining himself into her, carving his stench onto her. Her tears had dried up by now and her hands started aching. Ramesh noticed it and kneeled in front of her and started inhaling her aroma, sniffing it deep as if taking a snort of a drug powder, it was an aphrodisiac for him, the beautiful pious mother’s and a wife’s sweat. He even licked her armpits, making divya shiver, as he greedily lapped up the sweat of both her underarms, while both his hands kneading the flesh of her hips, making divya squirm and slightly wet. Yes, the mother and a wife in her were taking a backseat as the woman in her was slowly coming up to the brim.

Ramesh stood up and asked her to get her hands down, which she did feeling relieved from her ache. He grabbed her hair bun and loosened it making her hair cascade all over her behind. He roughly grabbed the back of her head and pressed her face to his underwear covered crotch, feeling her warm breath. Divya was surprised by this suddenness and to stabilise herself she held his waist, while he rubbed his crotch over her face. She was breathing in the strong aroma of his crotch as well as feeling the hard flesh all over her face. With his left hand behind her head, ramesh placed right hand over her left fleshy, bra claded breast, and squeezed it mercilessly, making divya moan in a very sultry way. 

Ramesh : I always used to watch them move and jiggle in your blouse. Haramzaadi, kitna tadpaaya hain tune, mujhe. Kuttiya aaj khoob nochunga, dabaaunga, ragdunga tere bhare hue badan ko. Ahhh bhainkelaudi, kaisa lag raha hain tujhe bol randi!!

Divya : Mujhe nahi pata tha ki tum itni hawas leke aate the mere ghar mere liye. Iske liye mai kabhi tumhe maaf nahi karungi. Maine hamesha tumhe apne bachhe jaisa samjha aur tum ye ghinona kaam kar rahe ho mere saath.

Ramesh : Jab bachhe jaisa samjha hain toh khelne de na iske saath, ek pati ke baad ek bachhe ka hi haq hai na uske maa ke chaati pe. Dekh kaise bhare hue hain, ikdum komal, gol aur maansal.

He kept squeezing her breast, while humping her face. Then he took a step back, pulled his underwear down, making his hard cock bob up and down. He stepped out of his underwear and stood in front of divya. For divya this was only the second cock she was seeing, her frist was of her husband’s. It was more or less similar, but this one was forbidden. The woman in her was gradually getting excited, as the main act was approaching. Ramesh has successfully broken her down and now she was staring at his cock, with her vermilion spread over her forehead, her bindi displaced, her hair disheveled, she gave the look of being ready to be ravaged.

Ramesh spat on his cock and rubbed it all over her face. Divya had never taken her husband in her mouth so she was new to all this. Ramesh held her head, asked her to open her mouth and keep it in an “O” shape, which she did. He held her head with both her hands and shoved his cock into her mouth and started fucking her pious mouth.

It almost felt like an eternity to divya as ramesh kept fucking her mouth, making her gag and deep throat her. He was using her, milking her innocence literally. After sometime he stopped fucking her mouth and made her stand in front of him. He hugged her tight. Divya was confused and helpless, she didn’t know what to say and how to react in this situation. She submitted herself to him. He bit her shoulder emanating a low cry form divya, which aroused him even more. He then turned her around and lustily drank the view of her standing there in just her bra and pantie. 

He held the hem of the pantie and ripped it off in one motion, making divya shudder. He showered her fleshy ass with spanks, making her cheeky ass red in the process. Divya knew the unthinkable is going to happen, she just let herself loose and hoped this ordeal of hers finishes soon. Ramesh bent her down and placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy. She wasn’t too wet, that didn't bother Ramesh much. He spat on his fingers and slowly spread it onto her cunt. She turned her head back and looked towards Ramesh disgustingly. He smiled and started fingering her cunt. Divya’s body started to betray her, as she could feel the warm blood rush and her pussy leaking out. Ramesh’s cock twitched as he knew it was turning her on. She hung her head low as Ramesh furiously started fingering her with his right hand, and with his left he bunched her hair and gave it a pull making divya moan in pain as he pleasured her. And without a warning, in just one go, he shoved his thick cock in her cunt, making her gasp, as she realized he had defiled her. She kept her right hand on her mouth to suppress the moans and with her left hand on the bed she supported herself as he started to give her strong thrusts, fucking her like a possesed beast. 

With her hair in his left hand, he started spanking her ass with his right, and fucked her deep, thrusting his hips as if there is no tomorrow. He kept on remembering the first time he laid his eyes upon her, the beautiful mother. And with those thoughts he bent forward while fucking and unhooked her bra. He dislodged himself, making her fall on the bed. He looked at his slimy cock coated with his precum and her juice. Divya was lying on her stomach, he made her sit again, and removed the bra. Now she was completely naked. Divya too saw his cock dangling in front of her glistening brown with her juices and his. He grabbed her head and shoved his cock in her mouth, gagging divya again and started fucking her mouth once more. With his right hand he took her tit flesh and started squeezing it hard making divya wince with his cock in her mouth. 

He did not want to cum inside her mouth, at least not the first time. He wanted to sow his seed in her womb. So after some time he just pushed her to the bed and laid himself upon her. Divya could feel his hot dry breath over her face as she turned her face sideways. But Ramesh locked her head and her arms with his arms, and through his legs he made her spread her thighs. For a moment they both looked into each other’s eyes. Ramesh then said, “tu meri hain!!”, to which she just replied in a whimper and closed her eyes. Ramesh asked her to open her eyes and look into his. He wanted her to know that tonight she is being taken by her son’s friend. He kissed her squarely on her tender lips, while probing her mouth with his tongue. 

The bed started creaking. Ramesh was inside her. He started fucking her slowly with deep strokes while still not leaving her mouth, and she was helpless as he had locked her with his arms. They both were breathing into each other as Ramesh started to gain speed. Their groins wet with sweat and their juices, Ramesh's pubes were plastered all over his thighs with sweat and few strands falling onto divya’s thick thighs as he kept plunging his meat in and out. As Ramesh gained speed, the bed started to shake, divya moaned in Ramesh's mouth as Ramesh drooled and poured a pool of his spit in her mouth. He kept fucking her and using all sorts of expletives. He unlocked her, and dived his face into her armpits, licking and sucking her sweat, while divya moaned “noooooo”, ramesh took hold of her breasts and started fucking her with all his might, her breasts being squeezed hard, she just held the bed post to take his pounding.
Then it happened, divya started to orgasm, shaking under ramesh, as he kept pounding her with all his might and speed. Her tears flowing from her eyes, she kept orgasming as ramesh kept fucking her. Ramesh bent down and licked her tears, and whispered in her ears, “am gonna cum whore!!”. He did cum in her, filling her with his seed, divya could feel his warm thick spunk in her womb. 

Ramesh just laid on top of her, with divya still feeling the after affects of the fuck. Ramesh gathered himself and brought his face on top of hers. She just looked into his eyes. Through his right hand he held her jaw, and moved her face to the side and licked both her cheeks with the flat of his tongue. Her thighs still spread, her body bathed in sweat and juices. The room filled with the musky aroma of theirs. They both know their life has changed forever.

THE END?
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EXECELLENT UPDATE AND PL CONTINUE THIS STORY...........
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(25-03-2022, 03:41 PM)utkrusta Wrote: NICE UPDATE

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Suddenly a spark of something ignited in divya, she felt a surge of strength which she never knew she had. She pushed ramesh away with all her might and got on top of him. She had his neck in a tight chokehold with both her hands. Her eyes were wide and furious. She was glaring into his eyes. She was breathing heavy, her chest heaving with anger. She was no longer the shy homely mother.

Ramesh was shocked, he never knew this side of her. He was trying to get free but divya was not letting him go. She had both her hands around his neck squeezing it tightly. Her nails digging into his flesh, he was gasping for breath. She spat on his face, “How could you do this to me, to your friend’s mother, to me, what have I done to you?”, she whispered with all the anger in her voice. He was trying to push her away but she was too strong, or may be he didn’t had the will to do so. She was sitting on his chest, his cock still erect and sticky with their juices, his face was red now turning blue, his eyes were wide open in shock and surprise.

Ramesh managed to croak out, “I’m sorry aunty, please let me go, I don’t know what came over me. Please, I will never tell anyone, please don’t tell mohit about this, please don’t tell anyone, I will do whatever you say, just please let go of me. I will leave right now, I won’t come back again, I promise, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, please, please..” his voice was full of fear and regret. But divya’s anger had taken over her and she didn’t want to hear his apologies. She wanted him to feel the fear she felt. She just sat there for a couple of seconds more before letting go of his neck, watching as the color came back to his face, watching him gasp for air, watching the fear in his eyes.

Now the tables had turned, and the psychological battle had begun. Ramesh was naked, exposed both literally and figuratively. He knew he had crossed the line and had to deal with the consequences. Divya was now in control, her eyes had changed from motherly love to fiery rage. She knew she had to be strong, not just for herself but also for her son. She slid off of him and got off the bed, walking towards the bathroom, she threw a towel at him, “Clean up and get dressed, we are going to talk about this when mohit is not around, and if you dare to come near me again without my permission, I will castrate you with my bare hands!”. She slammed the bathroom door shut. Ramesh just laid there, trying to catch his breath, feeling a mix of fear, regret and something else, something new, something that felt like respect.

But as the minutes ticked away and his breathing slowed, the fear started to dissipate. The corners of his mouth began to twitch upwards into a smug smile. He knew he had her. Her aggression was just a facade, a mask to cover her own desires. He had seen the way she looked at him, the way her body had responded to his touch. Ramesh knew that he had pushed all the right buttons and the game was his to win. He felt a rush of excitement, knowing that the next time they would be together, it would be a battle of wills and wits. He had tasted the sweetness of power and control, and he liked it.

He slowly got up, wrapping the towel around his waist, and started to clean up the mess he had made. He knew he had to play this right if he wanted to have her again. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw Divya sitting at the edge of the bed, her back to him. She had put on a fresh blouse and petticoat but had not tied her hair up. She looked defeated and yet somehow stronger than before. He approached her tentatively, not wanting to break the spell.

“Aunty, I know I shouldn’t have done this to you, but I couldn’t help it. You’re so beautiful and I’ve wanted you for so long. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but I promise I will make it right. You’re in charge now, tell me what you want and I will do it. We can keep this between us, and I promise I will be whatever you need me to be. Just don’t tell mohit, please,” Ramesh said, his voice a mix of fake remorse and calculated charm. He knew he had to manipulate her emotions, to make her feel guilty, to make her think she had the upper hand. It was all a ploy to get her to let her guard down again.

Divya felt torn between disgust and something else, something that she didn’t want to acknowledge. She knew that she could not let this happen again, but she also knew that she could not trust herself around him. She took a deep breath and turned to face him, “I will not tell mohit, but this never happens again. You will stay away from me and my family, do you understand?” she said, her voice firm. Ramesh nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. Inside, he was already planning his next move. He knew it was just a matter of time before he had her again, and this time it would be even more thrilling because she would be fighting him every step of the way. The chase was on, and he loved the hunt.

The next few days were tense. Divya avoided Ramesh as much as possible, but every time their paths crossed, she could feel his eyes on her, undressing her, claiming her. It made her skin crawl, but it also made her feel a strange sense of excitement. She tried to convince herself that it was just fear, but deep down she knew it was more than that. Her thoughts were consumed by their encounter, and she found herself thinking about his touch, his smell, his voice. It was a mental and emotional tug of war that she was slowly losing. Ramesh on the other hand was playing the perfect friend to mohit, acting as if nothing had changed. He knew that the anticipation was part of the thrill, and he was more than happy to wait for the right moment to strike again.

One evening, when mohit and Ramesh were hanging out in the living room, Ramesh took a deep breath and turned to mohit with a solemn look on his face. “Mohit, can I talk to you about something?” he asked, his voice quivering slightly. Mohit, noticing his friend’s distress, immediately turned his attention to him. “Of course, what’s up?”

Ramesh began to weave a tale of woe about his late mother. He talked about how much he missed her, how she had been his everything, and how her death had left a void in his life that he could never fill. He spoke of his regret for not being there for her in her last moments, for not being able to give her the happiness she deserved. His eyes filled with tears as he spoke, and mohit, ever the empathetic soul, reached out to comfort him. “I know you’re a good son, Ramesh, and she’s looking down on you with pride. You’re a good person, don’t beat yourself up about it,” mohit said, his voice filled with genuine concern.

But Ramesh’s mind was elsewhere. He knew he had hit a nerve with mohit, who had always been close to his mother, and he used that to his advantage. “You’re so lucky to have a mother like aunty Divya, she’s so warm and caring. I wish I could have had someone like her in my life, someone who could understand me, someone I could confide in,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. Mohit nodded, not realizing that his words were like a drug to Ramesh, fueling his obsession even more.

As the days turned into weeks, Ramesh’s manipulation grew more sophisticated. He would often drop hints about his loneliness and his need for a motherly figure in his life, all the while keeping his true intentions hidden. He knew that mohit was the key to getting closer to divya, and he played his cards masterfully. He would help around the house, be extra attentive to her needs, and always be there for them both, a constant presence that was both comforting and unsettling. Divya, despite her fear and anger, couldn’t help but be moved by Ramesh’s apparent change in behavior.

But it was all a facade. Ramesh’s true intentions were as dark as ever. He had a plan, and he was going to see it through. He knew that it was only a matter of time before divya’s defenses crumbled again, and he would be there to catch her when they did. He was a predator, biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. And when that moment came, he would not only take her body, but he would also take her mind. She would be his, completely and utterly, and no one would ever be able to save her from his twisted desires.
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#11
Ramesh should rub his dick in her husband's photo, tie her mangalutra in his dick, rub her sindhoor with his dick, these will play mind games and corrupt her morally.
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#12
Did she not get pregnant with his young potent seeds?
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Very good
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#14
She has tasted the forbidden, she will come back to him again.
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Let him fuck her in front of Mohit and make her scream and beg for more.
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Divya was torn between the love and concern she had for her son and the fear and disgust she felt towards Ramesh. Every time she saw him, she was reminded of that fateful night, and it made her skin crawl. But she was a mother, and she knew that she had to protect her son, even if it meant pretending that nothing had changed. She put on a brave face, but inside she was crumbling. The weight of her secret was becoming too much to bear.

Ramesh, on the other hand, had found a new angle to his twisted game. He approached Mohit one day, his eyes filled with unshed tears, and began to speak of his mother. He told a heart-wrenching story of her last days, her unfulfilled wishes, and how much he missed her. He painted a picture of a woman who had sacrificed everything for him, leaving a gaping hole in his life that no one could ever fill. As he spoke, he made subtle glances towards Divya, who was busy in the kitchen, preparing dinner. He knew that Mohit had a soft spot for his mother and that his words would resonate with the kind-hearted boy.

Mohit, ever the empathetic listener, was moved by Ramesh's plight. He placed a comforting hand on Ramesh's shoulder, unaware of the dark thoughts that swirled in his friend's mind. Ramesh took this opportunity to draw a parallel between his own desolate situation and Divya's warmth and care. He spoke of how lucky he was to have found a second mother in Divya, and how much he admired and respected her. His voice cracked as he talked about the motherly love she exuded, making it clear that he was not just speaking of her in a friendly manner.

Divya, still in the kitchen, could feel Ramesh's eyes on her. She tried to ignore the burning sensation as he watched her every move. Her hands trembled as she chopped vegetables, the sharp sound echoing in the tense silence that had descended upon the room. She knew that he was playing a dangerous game, but she didn't know how to stop him without hurting her son. The guilt of keeping the truth from Mohit was eating away at her, but the fear of what Ramesh might do if she exposed him was even greater.

As Ramesh spoke, his eyes never left Divya. He observed her with a hungry gaze, taking in her every curve as she moved around the kitchen. He noticed the way her blouse clung to her sweaty back, the way her hips swayed slightly with each step she took. His thoughts grew darker, more depraved. He imagined her naked, her body writhing in pleasure under his as he claimed her once again. The fabricated story about his late mother was just another tool in his arsenal, a way to manipulate Mohit's emotions and get even closer to Divya.

Mohit, oblivious to the storm brewing in the room, nodded sympathetically, his heart heavy for his friend. "Of course, Ramesh. I totally understand. My mother is like a second mom to you, she will always be there when you need her," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

Divya's eyes widened in horror as she realized what Ramesh was doing. He was playing on Mohit's emotions, turning her son into an unwitting accomplice in his twisted plan. She had to put a stop to this before it went any further. But before she could say anything, Mohit's father walked in, his face etched with lines of fatigue from his work. "Mohit, I need to speak with you," he said, his tone urgent.

Mohit looked up from the couch, his gaze leaving Ramesh's tear-stained face to look at his father. "What is it, Dad?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"I just got a call from the office. There's an emergency in our China branch, and I need to leave tonight," his father said, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "I'll be gone for a month, and I need you to handle a few things while I'm away."

Mohit felt a knot in his stomach. "But Dad, I have my college reunion coming up in Delhi next week," he protested weakly.

His father sighed heavily, "I know, son. But this is important. We can't leave your mother alone for a month. I need you to stay here and help her out. Maybe you can go to Delhi once I'm back."

Mohit nodded reluctantly, looking over at Divya, who had gone pale at the news. Ramesh's eyes gleamed with triumph, seeing the perfect opportunity to be alone with her. He knew he had to play it cool, so he offered to help out with any errands or chores that might come up. "Don't worry, uncle," he said, with a fake smile, "I'll make sure aunty doesn't have to lift a finger."

Divya felt trapped. She couldn't voice her objections without arousing suspicion. She forced a smile and said, "Thank you, Ramesh. That's so kind of you. But we'll manage." Inside, she was screaming.

Mohit saw the worry in his mother's eyes and promised to help out more before he left. Little did he know that the person he was relying on was the source of her fear. Ramesh's smile grew wider, and he nodded solemnly. "Of course, Aunty. I'm here for you and Mohit."

The day of Mohit and his father's departure arrived quickly. Divya watched as her husband and son packed their bags, their eyes filled with determination and sadness. As the taxi pulled away from the curb, she felt a sense of dread wash over her. She was now alone in the house.

Mohit gave her a reassuring smile and a quick hug before leaving. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll be back in no time. And remember, Ramesh's here to help if you need anything," he said, not knowing the dark reality of his friend's intentions. Ramesh's smile was anything but comforting as he nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

As the taxi disappeared around the corner, Divya felt a cold hand of fear grip her heart. She turned to face the empty house, her mind racing with thoughts of the impending month.

Ramesh, seemingly unfazed by the gravity of the situation, retreated to his own home after dropping off Mohit and his father. He knew that this was the moment he had been waiting for. With a newfound sense of urgency, he showered and changed into clean clothes, his mind buzzing with excitement. He could feel the power dynamics in the house shifting in his favor.

As the sun set, casting an eerie glow over the quiet hydeerabad streets, Ramesh made his way back to Divya's house. He approached the door with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The thought of seeing her alone, vulnerable, was almost too much to bear. He took a deep breath and knocked, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. The seconds stretched into minutes, but there was no response from within.

He waited, his hand hovering over the doorbell, ready to press it if he heard any movement. The silence was deafening, making him question if she had even heard him. But he knew she was in there, he could feel her presence, almost as if she was watching him through the peephole, contemplating her next move.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open. Divya stood there, her eyes red-rimmed, looking at him with a mix of anger and fear. She had hoped he wouldn't come back, that she could somehow pretend that the last few weeks had never happened. But here he was, standing before her, dressed in his usual casual attire, a smug look on his face.

"What do you want, Ramesh?" she snapped, trying to keep her voice steady.

Ramesh's smile grew wider as he stepped into the house, his eyes scanning her figure hungrily. "Just wanted to check on you, Aunty," he said, his voice thick with insincerity. "You know, make sure you don't need anything."

Divya's mind raced as she led him into the living room, her heart pounding in her chest. She was acutely aware of the way his eyes devoured her, and she couldn't help but feel a shiver of revulsion. She knew she had to keep up appearances, not just for her own sake, but for her family's reputation. "Thank you, Ramesh," she said, trying to keep her voice even. "But I assure you, I can manage."

Ramesh didn't miss the tremble in her voice. He knew she was scared, but he also knew that she was a creature of habit, a creature of duty. "It's no trouble, Aunty," he said, his tone syrupy sweet. "After all, we're family now, aren't we?"

Divya felt bile rise in her throat at the words, but she nodded stiffly, gesturing for him to take a seat. She busied herself in the kitchen, trying to keep the tremors from her hands from showing as she prepared a cup of tea. The clink of the spoon against the china was like nails on a chalkboard in the tense silence.

Ramesh's eyes followed her every move, drinking in the sight of her in a simple cotton sari, the pallu slightly askew from her hasty attempt to cover herself. Her blouse was a modest shade of peach that brought out the warmth of her skin, and the neckline was just low enough to hint at the swell of her breasts. The sari dbangd around her waist clung to her hips, showcasing her feminine curves. She looked like a goddess, and he was the mere mortal who had dared to touch her.

He couldn't resist the urge to move closer. As she bent down to pick up a fallen spoon, his eyes trailed down the length of her body, pausing at the juncture of her thighs. He imagined peeling away the layers of fabric, exposing her again, feeling her soft skin beneath his rough hands. He felt his cock twitch, and his heart rate sped up. This was his moment. He had to strike now, while she was vulnerable, while the fear and confusion clouded her judgment.

He approached her slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving hers. She stiffened as he reached out and took the spoon from her hand, his fingers brushing against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. He placed it back on the counter and turned to face her fully. "You don't have to pretend, Aunty," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "We both know what you want."

Her eyes widened in shock and she took a step back, but he followed, cornering her against the kitchen counter. "Ramesh, please," she begged, her voice shaking.

He ignored her pleas, his eyes dark with lust as he reached out to cup her face in his hand. "Shh," he whispered, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "Don't fight it, Aunty. You know you want this."

Divya's breath hitched in her throat as she felt the heat from his body against hers. She wanted to scream, to push him away, but the fear of what might happen if she did paralyzed her. She watched in horror as he leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers.

Ramesh took another step towards her, and she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. "I know you're scared," he murmured, "but I promise, it will be better this time. I'll make you feel good."

Her eyes searched the kitchen frantically, looking for anything she could use as a weapon. But before she could act, he had already switched off the gas burner and lights and turned to face her. The sudden darkness in the kitchen was suffocating, and she could feel his presence like a living, breathing entity.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

He didn't answer, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. Instead, he reached out and took her hands in his, his grip firm yet gentle. He led her through the darkness, his movements surprisingly sure despite the lack of light. The coldness of the marble floor sent goosebumps up her legs, but she couldn't protest, couldn't fight. She was in a daze, a horrifying mix of fear and arousal that she couldn't comprehend.

Her heart was racing as he guided her to the bedroom, the one place she had felt safe from his advances. But now, with his hand in hers, she knew that safety was just an illusion. He closed the door behind them with a soft click that echoed through the room. The sound of the bolt sliding into place was final, a declaration of his intentions.

"Let go of me, Ramesh," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "This isn't right. What you're doing is wrong."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her cheek. "But you liked it, Aunty," he whispered, his voice filled with a twisted kind of satisfaction. "You liked it when I made you feel good."

The anger that had been simmering inside her for weeks boiled over. She yanked her hand away from his and slapped him across the face, the sound echoing through the room. "How dare you," she spat. "I will never be your plaything."

The slap had caught him off guard, and he took a step back, his hand flying to his reddened cheek. For a moment, surprise and anger flashed in his eyes. But then, something in his gaze shifted, and he began to laugh. It was a deep, mocking sound that sent chills down her spine. "You think you can fight me?" he taunted, moving closer again.

But Divya had had enough. With a roar of fury, she pushed him away from her, her strength surprising even herself. "Get out of my house," she said, her voice shaking with rage. "If you ever lay a hand on me again, I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life."

Ramesh's smile was cold as he stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'm not going anywhere, Aunty," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're mine now."

Her mind raced for a way to escape, to regain control of the situation. She knew that she couldn't overpower him physically, but she had to find a way to get him to leave. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice shaking.

He leaned in so close she could feel his breath on her face. "Everything," he murmured. "But for now, I just want you to admit that you want me too."

Divya's revulsion grew with every passing second, but she knew that she had to play along if she wanted to survive this. "Fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you.....to leave me alone."

Ramesh chuckled darkly. "That's not what I meant," he said, his hand sliding up to trace the line of her neck, sending a wave of nausea through her. "I want you to admit that you're just as hungry for this as I am."

Her eyes searched the room desperately for an escape, but all she found was her wedding picture, a sad reminder of the life she had once had. "I'll do anything," she said, her voice shaking. "Just please, leave me be."

He grabbed her neck and leaned in closer. "You'll do anything?" he repeated, his voice filled with malicious glee. "Then prove it."

With a sudden burst of strength, she brought her knee up, catching him in the groin. He doubled over with a grunt, and she took the opportunity to push him away. She turned and sprinted towards the bedroom door, her heart pounding in her chest. But she didn't make it far. He grabbed her from behind, his arms like steel bands around her waist, and she felt his erection pressing against her.

"You're mine," he breathed into her ear. "You can't fight it."

Her body stiffened as she felt his hands begin to roam, his touch like fire against her skin. She had to get away, had to find a way to stop this madness. She squirmed and struggled, her nails digging into his arms, her heels scbanging against the floor.

"Let me go!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with fear and anger. "I hate you!"

Ramesh's grip tightened, and he pulled her back against him, his breath hot and ragged in her ear. "You may hate me, Aunty, but your body doesn't."

The realization of his words sent a fresh wave of terror through her. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way to get free. But as she felt his hand slip under her sari, her body betrayed her, and she knew that she was fighting a losing battle.

Ramesh's breath was hot against her neck as he pinned her to the wall, his strong arms caging her in. She could feel his erection pressing against her back, a constant reminder of his dominance. He knelt down, his eyes gleaming with lust as he took in the sight of her. He reached for the hem of her sari and petticoat, lifting them with a slow deliberation that made her skin crawl.

Her thighs were indeed sweaty, a testament to the fear and disgust that had been simmering inside her. But as the cool air hit her bare skin, she felt a strange mix of arousal and anger. She tried to clamp her legs together, but his hand was already there, tracing the soft flesh with a possessiveness that made her stomach churn.

His touch was feather-light as he ran his fingers up and down the length of her thigh, his eyes never leaving hers. He watched her reactions with a twisted sense of pleasure, enjoying the way she struggled against him, the way her breath hitched every time he touched a sensitive spot. Despite her efforts to remain stoic, her body was responding to his touch, and she hated herself for it.

He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against the skin of her neck. She could feel the warmth of his breath as he inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. "You smell so good," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "So sweet and ripe."

Divya's eyes squeezed shut, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. She couldn't let him win, couldn't let him see how much he was affecting her. But it was getting harder and harder to resist the siren call of her traitorous body.

With a sudden burst of strength, she tried to kick him away, but he was ready for it. He caught her leg in midair and pinned it to the side, his grip like a vice. "Don't fight it," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You know you want this."

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at the wall in front of her, her mind racing. She had to find a way out, had to rally the strength she had buried deep inside. Ramesh's hand traveled higher, his thumb brushing against the damp fabric of her panties, and she could feel the heat of his gaze on her most intimate parts. She clenched her fists and took a deep breath, channeling all her anger and fear into one swift action.

With a guttural scream, she brought her fist up and slammed her fist into his face. He stumbled back, and she took advantage of the momentary reprieve to slip out of his grasp. She dashed across the room, her sari fluttering behind her, and grabbed the first thing she could find – a heavy glass vase from the bedside table. She turned to face him, her chest heaving with panic, the vase held firmly in both hands.

Ramesh watched her with a mix of shock and admiration. He had underestimated her. But she had played right into his hands. He reached into his pocket with a smirk, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled out his phone. He dialed Mohit’s number, the call connecting almost immediately. The screen lit up, and she watched in horror as her son’s face filled the screen, her eyes wide with confusion and concern.

"Hey, buddy," Ramesh said, his voice casual. "Just checking in to let you know that your mom is fine. I'm here with her now." He held the phone at an angle so that only his face was visible, the room behind him a blur. Divya’s heart sank as she realized what he was doing. He was using her own son to keep her in line, to ensure she didn't scream for help.

Mohit's concerned expression was clear even on the small screen. "Thanks, man. I just talked to her a little while ago. She sounded a bit... off."

Ramesh's smirk grew wider. "Don't worry, she's just tired," he said smoothly. "I'll make sure she's okay."

Divya felt her grip on the vase tighten. "What are you doing?" she hissed, her voice low and filled with venom.

Ramesh's smirk grew, and he held out the phone. "Say hello to Mohit, Aunty," he said, his tone mocking.

Divya's mind was racing, but she knew she had to play along. She took a deep breath and stepped into view, the vase still clutched in her hands but away from the screen. "Hello, Mohit," she said, her voice shaking. She hoped her son wouldn't notice the tremble in her voice, the fear in her eyes.

Mohit's face relaxed at the sight of her. "Ma, are you okay? You don't sound right," he said, his concern palpable.

"I'm fine, beta," she forced a smile, her eyes never leaving Ramesh's. "Just a bit tired, as Ramesh said." She set the vase down with shaking hands, hoping the clink of glass on the floor would be muffled by their conversation.

Mohit nodded, his eyes scanning her face, looking for any sign of trouble. Ramesh, taking his cue, slithered around her, his movements fluid and predatory. He knelt down behind her, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to lift the hem of her sari. She stiffened, but the phone in her hand was a stark reminder of the consequences if she resisted.

"Ma, why do you look so nervous?" Mohit asked, his voice filled with concern.

Ramesh, sensing her fear, decided to act swiftly. He stepped aside, keeping his gaze locked onto Divya's as he knelt down behind her, his hands inching up her legs, lifting her sari and petticoat with a slow, deliberate motion. Divya's heart hammered in her chest, her eyes widening with terror as she felt the fabric being raised, exposing her to his hungry gaze. "I'm fine, really," she managed to say, her voice strained as she tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy.

Mohit, unable to see the horror unfolding before his mother's eyes, nodded reassured. "Okay, Ma. If you're sure," he said, his voice filled with concern. Divya's eyes darted to the vase she had just placed on the floor, contemplating the possibility of using it as a weapon, but the phone call kept her from making any hasty moves.

Ramesh took advantage of her distraction, kneeling down behind her, his eyes never leaving hers. With a smirk, he began to lift her sari and petticoat, the fabric gliding over her skin like a serpent. She stifled a gasp, her heart racing as he exposed her legs, inch by agonizing inch, to the cool air of the room. The callousness of his actions was matched only by the intensity of her own fear.

Divya felt a warm hand caress the back of her calf, sending a shiver up her spine. She clenched her fists around the phone, her knuckles white. "Beta, I'm just feeling a bit faint," she lied, her voice strained. "I might need to lie down."

Mohit's eyes searched her face, and she could see the worry etched in his features. "Are you sure, Ma? Do you need me to come home?"

"No, beta," she said, her voice a shaky whisper. "Ramesh is here. He'll take care of me." She felt Ramesh's hand move higher up her thigh, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming.

Mohit nodded, his expression a mix of relief and concern. "Okay, Ma. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"I will," she promised, her eyes never leaving Mohit's, silently pleading for her son not to hang up. But he did, and the room was plunged into silence once again. The weight of the situation pressed down on her, the air thick with tension and fear.

Ramesh took the phone from her trembling hand and set it on the bedside table, his eyes never leaving hers. "Now, Aunty," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "It's time to show me what you've been hiding." He reached out and began to unravel her sari, his movements slow and deliberate. The fabric whispered around her body, the coolness of the air brushing against her exposed skin sending goosebumps along her arms.

Divya tried to protest, but his hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her words. His other hand continued to unwrap the sari, exposing her inch by inch. The fabric pooled around her ankles, leaving her in just her blouse and petticoat. His eyes traveled over her body, his hunger plain. She could feel his eyes on her, undressing her, stripping away her dignity with every second that passed.

Her bindi remained on her forehead, the small red dot a stark reminder of the life she was supposed to be leading. The vermilion in her hair gleamed in the dim light, a taunting symbol of her marital status, now twisted into a perverse joke. The bangles on her wrists jingled faintly with every tremor that ran through her, a mocking soundtrack to her fear. Her ear tops swayed slightly as she moved, a silent testament to her desperation.

The neckline of her blouse was damp with perspiration, and the fabric clung to her skin, outlining the swells of her breasts. He took his time, his eyes feasting on her exposed neck and the mangalsutra that lay nestled between the mounds of flesh. The sacred symbol of her marriage was a stark contrast to the depravity of the situation, and the sight of it only fueled his desire.

With trembling hands, she tried to cover herself, but he was merciless. He ripped her blouse down, exposing her bra-clad breasts. The bindi on her forehead caught the light, a crimson beacon of her purity amidst the horror. He reached out and plucked it off, holding it between his thumb and forefinger, watching as the red paste smudged onto his skin.

Her sleeveless blouse revealed her damp armpits, the scent of fear and arousal mixing to form an intoxicating cocktail. Ramesh's nostrils flared as he took in her aroma, his own desire spiraling out of control. He couldn't resist the urge to lean in closer, to press his face against the softness of her skin and inhale deeply. The scent was like a drug, a heady perfume that made his cock throb with need. He began to strip, his eyes never leaving hers, his obese, hairy body moving with surprising grace.

Her eyes took in the stark contrast of his dark, flabby skin against her own milky white flesh, the sight making her stomach churn. Yet, she couldn't deny the effect he was having on her. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples tightening under the fabric of her bra. As he removed his shirt, his hairy chest was revealed, each fold and crevice a stark contrast to her own smoothness.

With surprising grace, Ramesh removed her torn blouse and slid it off her arms, leaving her in just her bra and petticoat. He took a step back and reached out, his thick fingers tangling in her hair. With a gentle yet firm tug, he pulled out the pins holding it in place, letting it cascade around her shoulders. The sensation of her hair brushing against her bare skin made her shiver, a strange mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her.

He leaned in and placed a kiss on the side of her neck, his stubble scbanging against her skin. The warmth of his body was a stark contrast to the chill in the air, and she couldn’t help but feel a bead of sweat roll down her spine. His hands slid down to the waist of her petticoat, and with a swift tug, he pulled it down, exposing her simple blue panties. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes lingering on the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass.

Her breath hitched as he reached for his own pants, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He unbuckled his belt with a soft click, the sound seemingly amplified in the tense silence of the room. He pulled them down, his erection showing in his underwear, and kicked them aside. The sight of him, fully exposed and just in underwear. His hairy thighs and legs. His hairy sweaty armpits were making her feel dizzy. She was being taken again by him in the same bedroom her sanctuary.

With firm hands, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. The fabric fell away, revealing her full, heavy breasts, the areolae tight with arousal and fear. He took his time, his eyes devouring every inch of her.

Her panties were the last barrier between them, and with a quick tug, he pulled them down her legs, leaving her fully exposed before him. The room felt colder now, the air brushing against her bare skin like a thousand tiny needles.

Ramesh's eyes gleamed with lust as he took in the sight of her, his breathing heavy and labored. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw, and she couldn't help but shiver. His hand slid down her neck, over her collarbone, and then down to her chest, cupping one of her breasts in his palm. His thumb brushed against her nipple, and she felt it peak under his touch, despite her best efforts to remain unaffected.

"Look at these fucking tits," Ramesh said, his voice a low growl. "So full and heavy, like a cow's udders. They're made for milking, aren't they?" He squeezed harder, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. "You're a whore, a fucking slut," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "And these tits are going to get me off like nothing else."

His hand moved to her other breast, his fingers playing with her nipple, twisting and pinching. The pain was sharp, but it was mixed with something else, something she didn't want to acknowledge. Her body was responding to his touch, her nipples hardening even more, and she could feel her pussy growing wet. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny the reaction.

Ramesh noticed her body's betrayal and smirked. "You see, Aunty," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "You want it as much as I do."

He paused, then said, "But I think it's time we drop the formalities, don't you, Divya?"

Her eyes searched his, looking for any glimmer of humanity. "Ramesh," she whispered, her voice trembling, "please... I don't want this."

His smirk grew, and he leaned in closer, his hot breath tickling her ear. "But your body does, Divya," he murmured, his hands continuing their torment. "I can feel it, wet and ready for me."

Her voice was a tremble of fear and anger as she spoke. "I hate you," she spat out, trying to push his hand away. But his grip was unyielding, his touch relentless. "I'll never want you like this."

Ramesh chuckled, his grip on her breasts tightening. "Your body says otherwise," he said, his voice low and mocking. "Why do you think I picked you, Divya? Because you're not easy to break. Because underneath that sweet, innocent exterior, I knew you had the fire of a thousand suns. And I'm going to make you burn for me."

Her eyes searched the room desperately for a weapon, for anything she could use to fight back. But all she saw was their reflection in the mirror on the wardrobe door, a twisted tableau of fear and lust. "Get off me," she said, her voice a mix of anger and fear. "I'll do anything, just don't do this."

But Ramesh was beyond reason. He pushed her against the wall, her body sticking to it like a leaf to a wet surface. She could feel the plaster digging into her skin, the coolness of it a stark contrast to the heat of his body. His hands held her in place, his breathing heavy and ragged. He leaned in, his mouth finding hers, and she felt the tip of his tongue probing at her lips.

Divya's eyes widened, and she turned her head to the side, trying to avoid his kiss. But his grip was like iron, and he forced her head back, his lips crushing down onto hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, his taste like ash and mint. She tried to push him away, but her hands were trapped between them, her palms flat against the wall.

Ramesh took his time, exploring her mouth with his tongue, his teeth grazing her bottom lip. His hands moved to her wrists, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pinned her arms above her head. He pulled back, his eyes dark with lust as he took in her desperate struggle.

Her breasts heaved with every ragged breath she took, the bindi on her forehead a stark contrast to the obscenity of the situation. He brought his face closer, his stubble scbanging against her cheek as he whispered, "You're mine now, Divya."

With surprising strength, Ramesh pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his grip tight and unyielding. His other hand found her right breast, his rough, hairy chest pressing against her soft, vulnerable flesh. He squeezed it hard, his fingers digging into her sensitive skin. She winced in pain, trying to turn away from his burning gaze. But he was relentless, his mouth crashing down onto hers once more.

This time, he didn’t bother with gentle exploration. He spat into her mouth, a vile, dominating gesture that filled her with revulsion. She tried to turn away, to escape the taste of him, but he held her firmly in place, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She could feel his stubble scratching her skin, the hair on his chest and stomach rubbing against her, making her squirm with disgust.

His hand moved from her wrist to her neck, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh, the pressure just shy of painful. His other hand continued to maul her breast, the pain and humiliation mixing with a confusing cocktail of sensations. Her body was responding, betraying her with every touch, and she hated it.

With his free hand, he gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her closer to him. She could feel the heat of his erection pressing against her stomach, the thickness of his cock a blunt instrument of his desire. His hairy thighs brushed against her bare skin, and she flinched at the sensation.

"Such a whore," he murmured against her mouth, his tongue still invading her. "All dressed up like a good Indian wife, but deep down, you're just a slut waiting to be bred." His words were a slap in the face, a harsh reminder of her position in his twisted game.

With a vicious smile, Ramesh released her neck and cupped her face in his hands. "Look at me," he demanded, his thumbs tracing the line of her jaw, his nails digging into her skin. "Look at the man who's going to make you scream."

Her eyes searched his, and she found no mercy, only a cold hunger. She felt the panic rising in her chest, a scream building in her throat. But she knew it was futile. He was in control, and she was his prey. With a resigned sigh, she nodded, her eyes filling with unshed tears.

Ramesh's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He took his time, his hands roaming over her body, savoring every inch of her softness. His fingers trailed along the curve of her neck, down to her breasts, then lower to her hips. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his voice a cloying mixture of affection and domination. "You're going to be so good for me, Divya," he murmured. "So sweet and obedient, just like a good little whore should be."

With a sudden, brutal yank, he pulled her away from the wall and spun her around, pushing her down onto the bed. The mattress depressed under her weight, and she bounced slightly, the springs groaning in protest. She tried to push herself up, to get away, but his weight was already on her, his heavy frame pinning her down.

Ramesh's face was a mask of twisted desire as he leaned in, his breath hot and sour in her face. He grabbed her wrists with both hands, holding them above her head as he bent his face to her armpit. He licked her soft, sensitive skin with a hungry, almost desperate enthusiasm, his tongue probing deep into her pit. Divya felt a wave of revulsion, her stomach turning at the sensation.

"No," she whimpered, trying to squirm away, but his weight held her firmly in place. He ignored her protests, his mouth moving to her other armpit, his teeth nibbling at the soft flesh. He spat onto her clean shaven armpit, the warmth of his saliva spreading and mixing with her own sweat.

"Ramesh, please," she begged, her voice a broken whisper. But he was lost in his own perverted world, his tongue flicking out to taste her. The sound of his wet, sloppy licks and slurps filled the room, a symphony of degradation.

His hands moved down her body, his touch leaving a trail of disgust in its wake. He palmed her breasts, his rough calloused fingers pinching and rolling her nipples until she couldn't hold back a gasp of pain. He chuckled, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned in closer. "You're going to love this," he promised, his voice thick with lust.

Divya felt the bed dip as he positioned himself between her legs, his erection nudging against her thigh. Her heart hammered in her chest, her body rigid with fear. "Ramesh," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, not like this."

He just chuckled, his breath hot and moist against her ear. "Oh, Divya," he said, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to love this. You're going to love having me inside you." His words were like acid, burning into her soul.

Ramesh's hands slid down her body, his fingers finding their way to her wet, trembling pussy. He parted her folds, the sound of his wetness mingling with hers making her cringe. He played with her clit, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the harshness of his words. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body responding to his touch despite her mind screaming in protest.

"Look at you," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. "You're already begging for it. You're going to be such a good little slut for me." He thrust two fingers inside her, the sudden intrusion making her gasp. He pumped them in and out, his movements quick and rough. She could feel her pussy stretching around his thick digits, her body betraying her once again.

With a grunt, he pulled his fingers out, his hand leaving a sticky trail of her arousal on her thigh. He brought them to her face, the scent of her desire strong and pungent. "Lick them clean," he ordered, his voice a dark command.

Divya's eyes widened in horror, but she could see the triumph in his eyes. She knew that to refuse would only fuel his sadistic fire, so she parted her lips and took his fingers into her mouth. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of the situation as she tasted herself on his skin. His eyes bore into hers, watching the play of emotions across her face.


"Tell me you like it," Ramesh demanded in Hindi, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me you're a randi aurat who wants this."

Divya's eyes filled with tears, but she remained silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her say the words. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. "Bol, Haramzaadi," he whispered, his hand moving to her throat, his grip tightening just enough to remind her of her lack of control.

Her voice shaky, she whispered, "I hate you, Ramesh."

He chuckled darkly. "Is that all you can say, bhainkelaudi?" He leaned down, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Say it in Hindi, Divya. Let me hear how much of a dirty slut you really are."

Her eyes searched for any escape, but all she saw was the wallpaper, the floral pattern seeming to mock her plight. With a shaky breath, she whispered, "Randi aurat ban gayi hoon main, Ramesh."

His grip on her neck tightened slightly, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Now, let's see if you can be the whore I know you are."

He lay beside her, one arm thrown over her waist, his breathing heavy and content. "You're mine now," he murmured, his voice a dark promise in the quiet of the night. "And every time you think about this, every time you touch yourself, you're going to remember who owns you."

Her body was a wreck, her mind in shambles. She didn't have the strength to fight anymore. Instead, she lay there, listening to the sound of their mingled breathing, feeling the sticky wetness between her legs, and she knew that she was irrevocably changed.
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