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Hello my dear xossipians, starting this new thread. While working on the other draft I had too many ideas to put into one single story, so taking some of them out here. 

Please note that I am new to writing erotica and english is not my strong suite, so do read, love, wank and encourage  :shy:

The Motherly Slut of Paschim Vihar

I had just gotten done with cricket practice and I was exhausted. It was a strenuous session in Delhi's summers, and I was looking forward to getting a good night's sleep. My teammate Mayank dropped me off at our Paschim Vihar house. I could barely step out of his old i20, I was so sore. We had lost two matchs in a row to Rohini West's team, so our coaches were pissed off and made us drill like crazy.

I told Mayank goodbye and limped into our 3-storey house. We had recently moved into this new block where all of the houses looked like something you'd see in a movie - Rich and plus, of course to West Delhi's taste. My parents are from Punjab, and one close friend recommended this area for its community feel and upscale standards so we decided to move in.

I walked up the stairs from the ground floor and entered the living room. I had dry sweat and dirt all over my body, so I was planning to head straight to the shower. That's when I heard some voices from the kitchen. I became curious because my dad was out of town and I figured my mom was alone.

I walked past the stairs and peeked around the corner to see what was going on in the kitchen. To my surprise, my friend Sahil was standing there washing something in the sink. My mom was next to him stirring something in a kadhai(pan) on the stove. They were talking and laughing, seemingly having a good time.

I still couldn't figure out what my buddy was doing at my house, so I just stood there, too exhausted to move toward the kitchen or upstairs toward my shower. I watched as my mom obviously continued to prep dinner. It looked like Sahil was helping her out, as he lifted some green beans and onions out of the sink and put them in a pot near the stove for Mom to use.

Then my mom turned towards the bottom cabinet near the refrigerator and bent over to pull out some tomatoes from the vegetable section. When she did this I saw Sahil staring at her ass with a grin. She had on a silky black/brown shiny saree, and as usual she had tied her tightly over her curves.

 

Yes, she's my mother, but I can admit that her ass is fabulous. She was a sexy, good-looking Punjabi woman and I have no shame in admitting the fact that I sometimes fantasize about her.

At the moment, I didn't like that Sahil was staring at her bending over, but I was used to it because a lot of my friends talked about my mom in a sexual manner, sometimes followed by a punch or shove by me. I mainly retaliated to their comments in a love/hate manner by wrestling with them and talking back, but it rarely upset me. I knew boys like to joke around, sometimes I even took pride in the fact that I have a hot mother.

My mom got back up from reaching into the bottom cabinet and resumed her dinner prep, oblivious that her son's 18-year-old college friend was stealing a glance at her rear. That's when I decided to join them in the kitchen.

"Hi Ma, hello Sahil," I said weakly as I approached them.

"Hi honey!" my mom said as she continued to focus on the cooking.

"Hey Bunty, how was practice?" my friend Sahil asked.

"Bakwas! I'm exhausted. What are you doing here?" I asked finally reaching the opening of the kitchen and leaning up against the wall.

"He's helping me cook. He's such a good helper," My mother said cheerfully.

"I came by to hang out thinking you'd be done with practice. She was just starting supper, so I suggested I lend a hand." He said.

"Oh. Well, I'm definitely hungry, but I need a shower first," I said.

"Yes, I can smell you from here even with these onions next to me on the counter. Aur tune gande gloves aur shoes to nahi fenke na floor pe" my mom said.

"Kya maa," I said in a mocking tone. "Hey Bhagwan, you've already yelled at me numerous times for that. I think I've figured it out by now that you don't like that."

My mom had a tendency to baby me. Since I was the only child, she was constantly teasing me about something, but she always means well and I love her, so I take it with a grain of salt. I do get embarrassed around my friends when she babied me though.

"So practice was tough, huh? You guys have to win these next two matchs," Sahil said.

"At this point I barely care, we are almost out of the tournament. Well, I'm going to grab a quick shower and I'll be back down for dinner," I said leaving from the kitchen.

In that heat a shower felt good, I was quite tired so it was a comfort.

I went back downstairs and the kitchen table was set. Dinner was just about ready, so I took my seat. Sahil and my mom were talking and laughing with each other. He occasionally complimented my mom on random stuff, and I thought to myself what a kiss-ass he is. Sahil was sort of know to be chep and chaatu.

I also noticed him stealing more glances at mom's body. I have to admit she looked very sexy at the moment, even dressed for home. She had a sleeveless satin blouse on, her shoulder-length, stylish hair were open. The blouse was kind-a thin, through which a hint of her bra was visible and the pallu was just on, in a carefree manner.

As I've mentioned before, mom has a great ass. It's very bubbly on her 5'4 frame, and her legs too are nice. Not that I've ever seen her bare body since I was a toddler, but I have seen her bra size, 36C, and I've seen her in numerous sleeveless and choli kind of blouses, so I know how spectacular her  breasts are. She never dresses slutty, but she does often wear some cute blouses that show cleavage.

We ate dinner - Aloo, Capsicum and Parathas and I was out of the conversation for the most part. They talked about TV shows and movies, which was unusual at my house. My dad and I watched sports all of the time, so we don't keep up with all of the celebrities and movies like mom. Sahil does, so my mom loved having someone to talk with about it - "Kareena Kapoor ki dresses, Deepika ki pregnancy and what not"

He kept making compliments to her and even dropped little sexual hints that mostly went over my mom's head. It was actually kind of nice having someone to keep her occupied. If it was just myself eating tonight, then she would have probably drilled me with all kinds of questions about college and my future, and I wasn't in the mood to answer those kinds of questions.

After dinner was finished Sahil insisted that he will help her in cleaning up the kitchen

"Oh, that's so nice of you Sahil, but Bunty can help me," she said looking at me.

"No, no, no. I insist, I like your company Aunty," he said as he already started washing the dishes in the sink.

"That's so sweet. Bunty, you need to hang out with him more to learn some good habits," she said. Normally I would have talked back, but I was just too tired. The truth was, he was sucking up to her because usually Sahil was not so polite. We are friends, but not that great of friends. I have a core group that I consider my closest friends, and he was kind of on the outside of it. Him and I only met last year in the first year of college.

I helped clear the table while Sahil finished the dishes. After this was done we sat out in the living room and watched TV. My mom came out and sat down in the 1 seater recliner chair. Again, Sahil and her talked back and forth to each other while I just sat there. My energy was drained from all that meaningless practice.

Eventually my mom said she was going to get ready for bed, and I said the same. That was Sahil's cue to leave, so he finally got up and headed towards the door. I told him that I would see him tomorrow and I headed upstairs to the second floor where my room was. My mom thanked him for helping with dinner and out of random he opened up his arms to hug her, and she complied. He told her "anytime" and kissed her on the cheek before heading out of the front door. It was bit of a shocker for me.

I briefly spoke with my mom after that, and she told me she would make me a big breakfast and a whey protein shake in the morning to give me extra energy for tomorrow's practice. She also mentioned how nice and fun Sahil is -  "Acha ladka hai, last week bhi aaya tha jab tu practice par tha". I was again a bit suspicious of him.

She informed me that my dad would be back in time for the next week against Dwarka's team, which is ranked #1 in the state. My dad has a MBA in marketing, so a few times a year he travels around and speaks at colleges and Industrial fairs. He did make good money, but mostly he was dull and boring.

I came to my bedroom and down, took off my pyjamas and stripped into boxes, turned off my lights, eagerly anticipating a good night sleep. Just as I was about to hop in my bed, my mom called me from out in the hallway.

"Yes Maa," I said as I walked out of my room.

"This bathroom is filthy!" she scolded. "You have to clean this up before you go to bed."

"Arrey, maine nahane ke baad saaf kiya tha (I cleaned it up after my shower)!" I lied as I walked into the bathroom on the first floor. There she was pulling dirty towels off the rack wearing her nighty. It always made me uncomfortable to see her body so revealed and close but it wasn't uncommon for her to walk around the house like this. She was pretty, and was told about this. Naturally, she was trying to look better than most other women her age. 

"There's dirt all around the washroom, and this wet towel is still here," she said with a bit of anger while continuing to gather dirty laundry. 

From her bit sheer nighty I could see that she had put on a matching black-laced bra and panty set. This set certainly wasn't as conservative as her others. While she was bent there her ass was lifted, making her nighty rise up - almost to hwe ass. I kep looking at my own mother, dumbstruck! She stood up and her cleavage was busting out. 

Through the nighty I could see the lacy bra was transparent in some spaces between the patterns, so I could make out the outlines of her nipples. The areolas looked very big. I just don't think she realizes that I'm a growing teen with hormones; otherwise she wouldn't wear these types of things.


"Ok, I'll clean it up," I said mesmerized by my mom's hot body.

"Thank you sweetie," she said brushing past me and reaching up to give me a peck on the cheek. "Goodnight, I'm going to bed after I put these towels in the washing machine."

"Ok, good night," I said as I couldn't help but steal a glance at her ass as she walked past me out the door. She then turned around and nearly busted me looking at her butt.

"Why don't you invite Sahil over for dinner tomorrow night?" She said staring at me with a pile of dirty towels and t-shirts covering her chest.

"I don't think so Maa. I have to focus on studies and practice right now," I replied.

"Ok. I'll talk to you in the morning. Finish cleaning the bathroom."

That night I had a great masturbation session before I fell asleep. I can't help but think mom triggered it. It's not that I'm attracted to her or anything like that, but it's hard to ignore her looks.

Growing up I always heard comments about my mom being a "hot mom". It wasn't until my high college age that the comments became more in depth. I always loved the idea that other kids thought of my mom the way I think of sexy women. She was indeed a sexy woman.

During the cricket practices in the North Campus of Delhi University there's a lot of time for the guys to do bakar in the ground, while waiting for their turn to bad. We often did random things like take votes on which the hottest girl is and stuff like that. One time the vote was who the hottest MILF out of all the guys' mothers was. I sensed that my mom would get some votes, but it turned out she won in a landslide. You can imagine the teasing I've had to deal with. 

I think what makes her more attractive than her looks is her sweet, yet determined personality. She cheers my friend during our matchs and is cool to all the guys, even coaches. She definitely has the goody-goody persona to her, but my friends have also seen her shout at me and give orders, which they find sexy. They say my dad is a loser to ignore my mom. Mom and I get along great, but like I said before she tends to baby me and embarrass me in front of my friends.

The next day arrived and practice wasn't as tough as the previous day. Everyone was sore, so we mainly went over technique and match planned for next day's match. Mayank took me home in his i20 after practice, and on the way he asked about Sahil being at my house last night. I didn't realize Sahil told anyone about that.

When I got home I did the usual routine of cleaning myself off before entering the house. I noticed that my mom's Honda City wasn't there and was disappointed dinner wasn't prepared. I took a shower and hoped that she would be home when I got done.

Still no sign of her so I took a seat on the recliner 1-seater and turned on some sports highlights on Disney Hotstar. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed through the window her white Honda City pulling into the ground floor parking. When she walked through the door on the first floor, I couldn't believe it as Sahil was with her. They were laughing as both entered.

"Hi sweetie," my mom said as she entered the living room holding a shopping bag in each hand. She was wearing a black leather skirt that ended a few inches above her knees. 
She also had on sandals and a tight top, clinging against her breasts. She wore some makeup today, unlike yesterday when she was dressed down. She looked really HOT, maybe a bit like a Whore.



Sahil was behind her carrying a couple Dominos pizza boxes. I didn't respond, but involuntarily got up to help take the big shopping bags off my mom's hands.

"For your father's birthday," she said handing them to me as I set them on the kitchen counter.

"Got some time on your hands, or what?" I said to Sahil, giving him a starking and alarmed look. Before he could respond, my mom piped in - "Well I was telling Sahil last night that I really needed to go to the mall to get your father birthday gifts, and Sahil said that he needed to go as well, so I stopped by to pick him up. What a man he is, going to shop with your mother," she said with a giggle.

"Better you than me," I said looking at Sahil.

"It was a pleasure, really. I enjoy spending time with her," he said.

"Awe, you're so sweet," she said slapping his arm, as I rolled my eyes. I felt a tad jealous that she was seemingly fawning over him.

"We picked up some Pizzas on the way home" she said taking the boxes from Sahil and setting them on the table.

I was starved from all the practice. We sat down at the dinner table again, and just like last night I felt out of the loop. They were chatting and laughing, having a good time. I still found it odd that Sahil was over at my house two nights in a row. Not only that, but my mom seemed to enjoy his company. If she only knew that he was bragging just last week about fucking a classmate in the ass, or if she knew how many times he's skipped college to drink and smoke weed and do God knows whatever else.

After dinner my mom got up and started to clear the table, but just like last night Sahil got up and insisted that he do the cleaning. She argued that he is a guest and should not be cleaning. They playfully argued for a little bit, and both ended up cleaning after all. I just sat at the table and read the sports section of the newspaper.

While mom was washing some plates in the sink, Sahil came up behind her and said he would wash them instead. 

He grabbed her waist to nudge her to the side, which caught my attention. Then in a slick move, he reached around with one hand and took the plate from her hand, while his other hand slid down from her waist and palmed her left ass cheek, moving her to the side.

I was expecting my mom to turn around and slap him, but she just moved to the side and let him keep his hand on her nice ass for several seconds. He let go of her ass when she walked away towards the living room.

"I give up; if you want to clean the kitchen go right ahead, meri bala se jhadoo-pocha bhi kar do. Bai ka kharcha bachega" she said giggling.

They both laughed, but I just sat still. I was a little shocked that my friend had the nerve to catch a feel on my mother's ass.

Shortly after dinner we watched television for a bit before my mom said she was going to go upstairs. Sahil stayed for several minutes, but we didn't have much to talk about. I was tired and thinking of getting some good sleep on the eve of our next match. I was in the University on spirts quota, it was crucial for me to perform.


After Sahil left I went upstairs and got ready for bed. Mom knocked on my door when I got into bed. I told her to come in, and she slid inside my door and sat down next to where I was lying. I noticed through the dim light from the hallway that she was wearing just a long red t-shirt, with her freshly waxed milky legs showing their glory. Her braless breasts swayed as she sat down. Her smooth, sexy legs were inches from my face and I could see the V between them covered by white panties because the t-shirt ended just below the waistband of her panties.

"I just wanted to wish you a good night sleep for tomorrow's match," she said sliding her fingers through my shaggy hair.

"Thanks mom. You're coming to the match, right?" I asked.

"Of course. I promised your father I'd text him updates during it", she replied, still rustling her fingers through my hair.

"Mom, why did you invite Sahil over for dinner after I said last night not to?"

"Oh don't be such a baby. He's your friend, and he was kind enough to help out with cleaning. He also was good company while I went shopping."

"You never invite me to go shopping with you," I said.

"That's because you'd complain the whole time", she said.

"Even so, I'd still be better company than Sahil", I said matter-of-factly.

"Awe, sweetie are you jealous?" she said smiling as she scooted down on the bed and laid next to me.

"No" I snapped back quickly.

"Well that's so nice of you to want to accompany me while I shop" she said turning her back to me. She reached back and pulled my arm around her so that I was spooning her. "I love spending time with my baby, and when you go to Cricket camp this summer, I will miss you"

There I was with my arm around her as she lay next to me. I was afraid to get any more closer to her because I was wearing boxer shorts and she was just wearing panties, so it would be very awkward if I pressed up against her.

We lay next to each other as my mom told stories about when I was a little kid. We both giggled at times. She held my hand the entire time until eventually we both fell asleep.

The alarm woke us up in the morning. I had rolled over to the other side of the bed, and mom was lying on her belly. We both groggily got up out of my bed. I couldn't help but glance at her body on her way out. Her boobs looked huge without a bra on and the way they poked out under her t-shirt it seemed as if her nipples were very big. Her ass peeked out of her white panties as she lay there on my bed. 

She wore t-shirts to bed a lot, but as I got older I seemed to notice it more and it produced some uncomfortable feelings. I couldn't help but think she was sexy, even if I repeatedly scolded myself for thinking of my mom like that. I was hard at the moment and wanted to jerk off, but I needed to save my energy for the match today. But more than the match, I was fixated about my mother and Sahil.

[bikiniking]

What an amazing plot just like the other one. Best of luck

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[bikiniking]

hot start gudluck

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[bikiniking]

Working on the next update, it will be a longer one. I will try to post on the 19th.

[bikiniking]

Our cricket match went well, although I got out for a mere 32 off 26 balls. We won a big match, and it felt good even though I played so crappy. Oddly enough, I think my mom might have had something to do with my poor performance.


I say this because before the match a couple of my teammates asked where my mom was. Eventually,  they spotted her up in the stands, and of course, they had to make some comments about her.

"Damn, Mrs. Arora is wearing some leggings. Check out her damn ass when she gets up", one teammate said.

"Let me know when she gets up so that I can stare at her nice ass," another said.

Normally I would have said something back to them or given them a shove, but I felt a little weird, excited to be precise. It was like I wanted to check her out as well. She did look very hot today in those shiny leggings. I had never seen them before,  highly likely Sahil was the one who got her to buy them. She also had on a tight short top on. She had on her big sunglasses, and her black mid-length hair was pulled back into a ponytail. It was as if she was some girl my age that I wanted to date. This made me uncomfortable. If Dad was here at the match I probably would have felt better.



Then during the match when I was fielding at the boundary, I looked up and saw Sahil had joined my mom in the stands. They were talking and laughing, and it disturbed me that she wasn't watching me. Even when I took a diving catch, she was haphazardly paying attention while she chatted with Sahil.

After the match, she greeted me outside of the ground before I hit the pavilion with the other boys. She gave me a hug and congratulated me on the win. I said that I'm happy we won, but I played like shit. Mom left after that and the coaches gave their usual pep talk to us to do better and win more games.

Like always, Mayank gave me a ride home after the match. On the way he dropped a bomb on me - "So I heard Sahil is going to be at your house watching a movie tonight," Mayank said.

"Seriously?" I replied as I felt a knot in my stomach. I couldn't believe Sahil would be at my house again.

"Yeah, apparently he's following your mom back to your house to watch a movie. Kya tujhe nahi pata kya?"

"I don't see why my mom enjoys his company. I know my dad is out of town, but it seems like she could find something else to do. And why the hell is he hanging out with her? Doesn't he have something better to do?" I said disgruntled.

"Look I'm a good friend of yours, and I don't particularly like Sahil, so I'm going to tell you what I heard. I promised not to say anything, so don't ever take my name anywhere."

"Ok. What is it?" I asked curiously.

"Sahil bet Manish 5000 rupees that he could hook up with your mom. That's why he's been hanging around your house this week."

I paused, and then started laughing. "He what? Oh my god, what an idiot. I knew he was up to something," I laughed. "He really thinks he can hook up with my mom? Yeah right." I was pretending to be all confident, but there was a nagging feeling inside me. No Sahil for sure is an asshole, but what I was a bit worried about was the way mom had been acting around him off late.

Mayank "I know, I laughed as well, but he seems to be really getting along with her. He was talking about how Aunty went out with him, and he touched her here and there and she did not stop him"

"Kuch bhi bakwas! By the way how did this bet come up?" I asked a little agitated.

"Apparently Manish and Sahil were watching a MILF porn last week, and Sahil mentioned how he'd like to fuck your mom. Manish said that he had no chance. One thing led to the next and Sahil ended up betting with him that he could do it by the time your dad gets back from Chennai. He has to take video with his cell phone for evidence."

"I think I'm just going to have to beat his ass, Madarchod" I said a tad angry. "But I guess I can have some fun with it. I mean, it would be so funny to see my mom slap him when he tries to make a move."

Mayank "Aur agar Aunty maan gayi to? Please don't mind it but I saw them together today" This made me upset, but I kept mum. Mayank too understood my feelings and kept driving.

By this time we had pulled up into my driveway. I assured Mayank that I wouldn't say anything that would get him in trouble.

When I entered the house I saw Sahil and my mom sitting on the couch next to each other engulfed in a movie. We chatted for a bit, but they seemed into the movie and distracted by my presence. I sat in my dad's 1 seater recliner for a bit and watched the movie, but I found it boring.

"Honey, you need to go to bed," Mom said. "You have a big match tomorrow again and I don't want you staying up late watching this movie."

"Fine," I replied getting up. "It's a boring movie anyway." They were watching this masala Bollywood movie.

As I went upstairs to my bedroom I giggled to myself thinking of my mom slapping Sahil for making a move on her. A part of me was a little scared that the opposite happened, what would I do? Then I told myself that it would never happen. My mom is a happily married woman and has never shown signs of being an unfaithful, slutty housewife.

After I got ready for bed I crept down to where the stairs went down to the first-floor living room. I was able to go down a few stairs until I reached the corner allowing me a view of the living room where Sahil and my mom sat. The stairs were dark, so they couldn't see me peeping on them.

I was so tired that I almost fell asleep watching them. The movie was boring and Sahil wasn't making any moves on her. She was still wearing the same outfit she wore to the cricket match, and I saw him steal glances of her sexy legs.

About a half hour passed and Mom got up to make some popcorn. I heard her mention that the movie should be almost done and that she didn't want him staying out late on a weekday. She brought the popcorn in a big bowl and put it down on the sofa between them so they could share.

That movie ended and Sahil put some Hindi movie songs on TV. Sahil moved closer to her and reached his right arm behind her. He rested his right hand on the sofa behind her neck. They finished the popcorn and Mom put the bowl down on the coffee table. They remained in the same position close to each other. Sahil mumbled into her ear and she giggled. I couldn't hear what they were saying. He kept talking into her ear. My mother was blushing and giving small few word replies to him.

Mom got up and went to the loo and came back "Chai piyoge?" She asked him.

"Dhoodh pila do" He said eying her breasts in a very lustful way. My mom giggled "Ghar jake mummy se mangna (Go home and ask your mother)"

I thought my Mom would slap him, abuse him, might call me out, but here she giggled, like a college girl, she just giggled. I was angry! quite angry!

"Hers are not like yours" He said ogling her boobs shamelessly. Mom giggled again "No! only my son has a right on my milk" she was flirting, or for a better word "teasing" him now.

"Then adopt me, I am so hungry for your milk" Mom giggled a lot.

His phone was buzzing. I guessed it was Manish who wanted to know the details of his time with my Mom.

"Girlfriend?" Mom asked him raising eyebrows.

"Nope! Just some boys from college"

"What do they want?" She enquired

"To know whether I've been able to seduce you or not" He said with a grin.

Mom was a bit shocked. To be honest, not as much as I expected her to be. She frowned and asked him "What do you mean?"

"Sorry Aunty, but you know how boys are. For the last 2 weeks, they have been teasing me and making fun of me for hanging out with you. They say that I can't actually get a girl and that's why I'm spending time with you. Sorry Aunty I've not been with a lot of girls, so I feel depressed with other boys making fun of me. They think I am trying to seduce you and say that I can never get a woman like you."

My head was spinning, what a fucking liar. He spun the whole story. The biggest tharki and womanizer of my college is telling my Mom that he doesn't have female interaction. Crazy! I wondered what Mom would say.

She smiled and came close to him on the couch and caressed his cheek "Awww... You poor baby! Let me see this"

Mom got his phone and there was this WhatsApp group chat. He read some messages out loud. It was regular boys banter which is normal, nothing of a big deal but the way Sahil was telling it felt like they were humiliating him.
He read out loud
"Lodu, kahan marr gaya, hai nahi pategi tere se. Shakal dekhi hai apni"
"L for loser"  
"The day when Sahil got his ass whooped by Bunty's Dad"

My mom put the phone away "What a bunch of assholes". Sahil had made a sad face. She smiled at him. "Let this losers go to hell". 

Impulsively Mom picked up his phone, she came close to Sahil pulled him, put her cheek next to his, made a pouting face, and clicked a pic. 

She uploaded it to the group with the caption "Fuck you assholes". Sahil looked at Mom, now sitting next to him, their bodies touching, her one boob pressed into his chest. She looked into his eyes, blushed a bit and both giggled.

Sahil put one of his arms around her and pulled her close, Mom put her arms in his next and both hugged. Lovingly! 
"Thank you, Aunty!" he murmured. Mom rubbed her cheek againt his.... "Mmmm! you are welcome"

Mom pulled away from the embrace after a minute, she was smiling. "By the way, my friends Shalini and Riya, we met in the mall yesterday they too were teasing me."

Sahil raised eyebrows "Really? What were they saying?"

She giggled "That I am trying to seduce my son's friend" He laughed "Tell them that he's already seduced"

"Are you?" He looked at his crotch, with his bulge quite visible "Can't you tell?" 

Mom giggled and suddenly shushed him... "Bunty uth jayega" He smiled "Mera Bunty to utha hi hua hai"

Mom laughed... "Hahaha, I know. We women have a way to notice" 

He was pleased to hear that "Btw what did you tell your friends" 

"That you are already seduced"  She smiled... there was something else in the air.

Sahil continued "And... .??"

"And they want proof" Sahil laughed "Hah! So send them the selfie"

Mom made a weird, lustful face "Actually with them it will be something more than that"

Sahil smiled and pulled her close, Mom crawled towards him and lovingly rubbed his nose next to his. This was pure animalistic lust! More from my own mother than from Sahil... "Would you kiss me and let me take a picture" Mom murmured. 

Sahil kissed her nose "And why would I do that?"

"Because I made this stupid bet of 10k with them and we have only 10 minutes left in the challenge"

"And what is the challenge if I may ask"  "To get kissed by you and make a video" She blushed.

Sahil laughed "5000 mere?"  "You can take the whole 10k, I just want to prove to that bitch Riya wrong"

Sahil smiled at her "Anything for you Mrs. Arora"

Mom stood up smiling and pulled him, she walked towards a mirror on the wall, took out her phone, and put it on the counter. She blushed a bit hesitating. Sahil realized this and took the lead. He went behind her and held her close to him. She slowly brought his arms around her waist and kissed her hair and slowly her cheek from behind. His dick was pushing in her ass. And at the same time, my dick was about to burst from the sinful lust. 

 She lifted her head and looked into his eyes,  slowly opened her lips, and moved her lips forward. Sahil brought his head down and met her lips with his own. For a moment they just kept like this savoring the moment and then, Mom started to rub her lips over his, sucking them slowly but passionately. He took out his tongue and tried to force it into her lips. She opened her mouth to say something but when she was about to speak he pushed his tongue inside.

Mom's eyes widened, but she couldn’t help as Sahil was a strongly built boy more energetic to control her. He had caught hold of her waist with one hand and with the other he started to rub her chest above her boobs slightly touching them. The room was so erotic with their faint kissing noises and soft moans of my mother.



Their tongue met each other in their mouth. He started licking her tongue. They were kissing very passionately. The sight of his hard and big cock pushing into my Mom's ass made me crazy with lust. She was getting turned on. This went around for two minutes and she slowly broke the kiss.

She smiled at him with gratitude "Thank you, Sahil" He smiled back.

I felt that he wanted to do more with her, but did not want to spoil their relationship now which was at least better than the previous two days and everything seemed to be in control now. So he let go! 

Mom looked at his bulge and giggled "Bunty is up again" he laughed and said, "Send it to that bitch Riya quickly." Mom picked up her Phone edited the video and trimmed some parts of it and sent it to Riya "Suck it Bitch!" she messaged.

They went back to the couch and chit chatted, Sahil eventually did leave. When she shut the door and locked it, I immediately ran back into my room and lay in bed. She stayed downstairs to clean for a while before going up to her room.

Eventually I fell asleep, but not before having one of the best jerk-off sessions I could remember in a long time, thinking about my sexy mother and wondering... who the fuck is Riya? I've never heard of any such friend of hers.


Contd...

[bikiniking]

WOW, Just WOW BRO.  yr):

The scene between Mom and Sahil were too goooooooooddddddd:
The double meaning dialogue
The way she posed with Sahil to send to his friend [without any ounce of care on what would happen if this was leaked]  
Followed by the kiss scene between the two 
To the end where she walked away as if nothing happened

Fire  - Fire update.   Hope other future updates stay in same or higher pleasure level.






  And who the fuck is Riya  = YES,  we need answer for this to like Son.

Thanks for the appreciation :shy: 

Mommy is just getting started, Bunty is yet to learn all of Mommy's secrets. Aur Riya to bas abhi mention hui hai, let her make an entry!

[bikiniking]

Dead story?

Hi folks,

I came to my hometown to spend some time with my Family, my father was a bit unwell. I will resume the stories soon. Apologies for being AWOL. I assure you it's not a dead story, just one more week, and once I am back in Hyderabad, I will resume with full gusto.

[bikiniking]

Wish that ye story v aab continue hoga

Yes, working on the next update. Will come before the weekend.

[bikiniking]

Continuing the story...  :shy:


The next morning, I woke up with a heavy head, the kind you get when you’ve slept too little and thought too much. The image of Sahil’s lips on my mom’s, her soft moans, and that damn video she sent to this mysterious Riya kept replaying in my mind like a bad Bollywood song stuck on loop. I couldn’t shake it off, no matter how hard I tried to focus on the upcoming cricket match against Dwarka’s team. My dad was due back in a couple of days, and I wondered how things would play out with Sahil sniffing around like a stray dog in Paschim Vihar’s posh lanes.

I dragged myself out of bed, the sunlight streaming through my window feeling more like an interrogation spotlight than a warm Delhi morning. Downstairs, the aroma of parathas and chai hit me, pulling me toward the kitchen. Mom was there, humming a tune - some old Kishore Kumar classic while flipping a paratha on the tawa. She was wearing a simple cotton salwar kameez, the kind she wore when she was in “homely mode,” but the way the dupatta loosely dbangd over her shoulder did nothing to hide her curves. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, and she looked… radiant. Too radiant for someone who’d been locking lips with my friend the night before.



“Morning, beta,” she said cheerfully, not turning around. “Your protein shake’s on the counter. I added some almonds today - extra energy for the match.”

“Thanks, Maa,” I mumbled, grabbing the glass. I wanted to ask her about last night, about Riya, about why she let Sahil get so close, but the words stuck in my throat like a half-chewed piece of naan. Instead, I watched her move around the kitchen, her bangles jingling softly as she plated the parathas. There was something different about her today a lightness in her step, a spark in her eyes. Was it Sahil? Or was I just imagining things?

“Big day today, huh?” she said, finally turning to face me. Her smile was warm, but I couldn’t help but notice the faint blush on her cheeks. “Next team is tough, but I know you’ll smash it. Your dad’s been texting me, asking for updates. He’s so proud of you.”

“Yeah, let’s hope I don’t screw up like yesterday,” I said, taking a sip of the shake. It tasted nutty and sweet, but my stomach was churning with something else entirely. “Maa, kal raat…”

Her eyes flickered for a moment, but she quickly busied herself with wiping the counter. “What about it, Bunty? You didn’t like the movie? I told you to go to bed early.”

“No, not the movie,” I said, my voice low. “Sahil. He was here… again. And you two were…” I trailed off, unsure how to say it without sounding like a jealous kid.

She laughed, a little too loudly. “Oh, Sahil! He’s such a charmer, isn’t he? Always joking around. He kept me company while I was bored out of my mind with your dad away. You should be happy your friend is so helpful. Changa munda haiga”

“Helpful?” I raised an eyebrow. “He was practically all over you, Maa. And that video… who’s Riya? Kaun hai ye friend?”

Her hand froze mid-wipe, and for a split second, I saw something - guilt? Amusement? It was gone before I could pin it down. She turned to me, her expression a mix of mock annoyance and motherly teasing.

“Arrey, Bunty, bas kar! Riya’s an old friend from my college days. We used to beclose, always pulling pranks and making silly bets. She’s in Delhi now, married to some big-shot lawyer in South Ex. We ran into each other at the mall, and you know how it is - old habits die hard. That video was just a stupid joke to shut her up. Nothing serious.”

“Nothing serious?” I echoed, my voice sharper than I intended. “You were kissing him, Maa. On video. And you sent it to her like it was no big deal.”

She sighed, setting the cloth down and crossing her arms. Her kameez tightened slightly across her breasts, and I cursed myself for noticing.

“Bunty, you’re making a mountain out of a molehill. It was just a peck, a silly dare. Sahil’s a kid, like you. He was playing along. You know how we Punjabis are - always dramatic, always having fun. You should focus on your match, not some silly gossip.”

I wanted to believe her, but the way she brushed it off felt too easy, too rehearsed. And Sahil, a kid? The guy who bet 5000 bucks he could “hook up” with her? I wasn’t buying it. But before I could press further, the doorbell rang, shattering the moment.

“Must be the milkman,” Mom said, hurrying toward the door. I followed her, my curiosity outweighing my frustration. But it wasn’t the milkman. It was Sahil, standing there in a fitted black t-shirt and jeans, holding a small paper bag and grinning like he owned the place.

“Morning, Aunty!” he said, his eyes lighting up as he saw her. “Nathu ki Jalebi for naashta. Thought we could have a sweet start to the day.”

Mom’s face lit up, and she clapped her hands like a kid on Diwali. “Oh, Sahil, you’re too much! Jalebis? My favorite! Come in, come in.”

I stood there, gripping my protein shake so hard I thought the glass might crack. Sahil waltzed in, brushing past me with a casual, “Oye, Bunty, ready to crush today?” His tone was friendly, but his eyes had that glint - the same one he had when he palmed Mom’s ass in the kitchen.

“Uh, yeah,” I muttered, my jaw tight. “What are you doing here so early?”

“Oh, I was in the area,” he said, setting the jalebi bag on the dining table. “Thought I’d drop by and wish you luck for the match. Plus, Aunty mentioned she might need help with some errands later, so I figured I’d swing by now.”

“Errands?” I shot Mom a look. She was already tearing into the jalebi bag, completely oblivious to the tension in the room. Or maybe she was pretending to be.

“Yes, beta,” she said, popping a piece of jalebi into her mouth. “I need to pick up some stuff for your dad’s birthday dinner. Sahil offered to drive me to the market since my car’s acting up again. Isn’t that sweet of him?”

“Ghanta sweet,” I said through gritted teeth. Sahil smirked, and I wanted to wipe that look off his face with a cricket bat. But Mom was already ushering him into the kitchen, offering him chai and parathas like he was some long-lost son.

We sat at the dining table, the three of us, in a bizarrely normal scene that felt anything but. Mom was her usual chatty self, talking about the match, the weather, and how she was planning a big surprise for Dad’s birthday.

Sahil played along, complimenting her cooking, her outfit, her everything. Every time he leaned in to say something to her, his shoulder brushed against hers, and she didn’t pull away. I noticed her dupatta had slipped slightly, revealing the curve of her neck and a hint of cleavage. Sahil’s eyes darted there, and I felt my face heat up.



“So, Sahil,” I said, trying to steer the conversation away from Mom’s charms, “you coming to the match today? Or you too busy… helping out around here?”

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Nah, man, I’ll be there. Gotta cheer for my boy Bunty. And Aunty, of course, she’s our biggest fan, right?”

Mom giggled, swatting his arm playfully. “Oh, stop it, Sahil. You’re embarrassing me in front of Bunty.”

“Embarrassing?” Sahil said, his voice dropping to that smooth, flirty tone he’d used last night. “Aunty, you’re the star of the show. I bet half the team plays better just to impress you.”

I nearly choked on my paratha. Mom laughed, her cheeks flushing again, and I couldn’t tell if she was flattered or just playing along. The rest of breakfast was a blur of their banter, with me barely getting a word in. By the time I grabbed my cricket kit and headed out with Mayank, who’d pulled up in his i20, I was fuming.

“Dude, Sahil’s at it again,” I said as we drove to the ground. “He was at my house this morning with freaking jalebis, acting like he’s part of the family.”

Mayank shook his head, his eyes on the road. “Bro, I told you, he’s playing a game. That bet with Manish? He’s not backing down. You gotta do something before it goes too far.” Nahi to Aunty ki le leni hai isne"

“Like what?” I snapped. “Tell my mom her college friend’s a liar and my buddy’s trying to sleep with her? She’ll think I’m crazy.”

“Maybe you confront Sahil,” Mayank suggested. “Call him out. Or, I don’t know, tell your dad when he gets back.”

I groaned, sinking into the passenger seat. Telling Dad was out of the question - he’d either laugh it off or blow up, and neither would help. Confronting Sahil might work, but what if Mom was… into it? The thought made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t want to admit.

Next match was brutal. They were as good as their ranking, and I was off my game, distracted by thoughts of Mom and Sahil. I scored a measly 15 runs before getting caught out, and my fielding was sloppy. The team lost by a narrow margin, and the coaches ripped into us afterward.

Mom was in the stands again, this time in a bright red saree that hugged her curves like it was tailored for sin. Sahil was there too, sitting close enough that their thighs were practically touching. Every time I looked up, they were laughing or whispering, and it drove me nuts.
After the match, Mom came down to console me, her saree pallu slipping slightly as she hugged me. “Don’t worry, beta,” she said, her hand on my cheek. “You’ll get them next time. I’m so proud of you.”


“Thanks, Maa,” I said, my voice flat. Sahil was standing a few feet away, scrolling through his phone, probably texting Manish about his “progress.” I wanted to punch him, but instead, I just nodded when he said, “Tough luck, man. You’ll kill it next match.”


Back home, I was exhausted but too wired to sleep. Mom announced she and Sahil were heading to the market for Dad’s birthday stuff, and I was welcome to join. I declined, saying I needed to study, but really, I just couldn’t stomach watching them flirt anymore. As they left, Mom in her saree and Sahil in his cocky swagger, I felt a mix of anger and something darker - curiosity. What were they doing when I wasn’t around? Was Mom really just “having fun,” or was there more to it?

I decided to snoop. I know it’s not cool to invade your mom’s privacy, but I needed answers. While they were gone, I slipped into her room and checked her phone, which she’d left on the dresser. Her password was my birthday - typical Mom. I opened her WhatsApp and found the chat with Riya. The video was there, trimmed to show just the kiss, with Mom’s “Suck it Bitch!” message. Riya had replied with a string of laughing emojis and, “Damn, girl, you still got it! Call me later, need deets!”

There were other messages too - Riya teasing Mom about “reliving her college days” and “showing these young boys how it’s done.” Mom had replied with winking emojis and vague responses, nothing explicit but enough to make my head spin. Who was this woman? My sweet, paratha-making Maa, flirting like a college girl?

I heard the car pull up and quickly put the phone back. By the time Mom and Sahil walked in, I was in the living room, pretending to watch cricket highlights. They were carrying bags of groceries and decorations, laughing about something that happened at the market. Mom’s saree was slightly disheveled, and Sahil’s hand brushed her lower back as he set the bags down. She didn’t flinch.

“Dinner’s on me tonight, Bahar chalein kahin?” Mom said, beaming. “Sahil’s you in?”
“Of course, Aunty,” he said, winking at her. “Can’t say no to spending time with you.”

I forced a smile, my mind racing. Riya, the bet, the kiss - it was all too much. I needed to figure out what was going on before Dad got back, before Sahil pushed things further. But deep down, a part of me a part I hated - was curious to see how far this would go. I decided not to join them, but maybe follow them to see what the fuck are they up to. 

"Main nahi ja raha, aap log jao. Want to spend some time alone after today's match" I declined to go out.
 
An hour later, Mom came downstairs, and my jaw nearly hit the floor.

She was in a very tight leopard-print leather-look leggings that exude a sultry, untamed allure. Her leggings cling to the body like a second skin, their glossy, animalistic pattern catching the light with every curve. The tight, stretchy fabric hugged every contour, promising a fit that’s both daring and provocative, perfect for turning heads in a dimly lit Delhi nightspot.

The high-waisted design cinched her waist, creating an hourglass silhouette that’s as fierce as it is irresistible, ready to ignite desire with every step. She is ready to be Fucked!!! was all I could think of.

Sahil’s eyes lit up like he’d won the lottery. “Aunty, you’re killing it,” he said, standing a little too close. She giggled, brushing her hair back, and I felt that familiar mix of anger and… something else.



I waited until their car pulled out. Grabbing my hoodie and cap, I hopped on my bike and followed, weaving through Delhi’s chaotic traffic to stay unnoticed. I parked a block from Spice Route, a trendy Rajouri Garden spot with dim lights and thumping music. Through the glass windows, I saw them at a corner booth, Mom’s top catching the glow, Sahil’s arm already brushing hers as they laughed over cocktails.

I slipped inside, cap low, and snagged a table far enough to stay hidden but close enough to watch. The air was thick with tandoori spice and the buzz of Delhi’s elite. Mom leaned toward Sahil, her laughter low and husky, her hand resting on his arm as he whispered something. His fingers grazed her knee under the table, lingering, and she didn’t pull away - just sipped her drink, her lips glistening. My heart pounded, my body betraying me with a heat I couldn’t shake.

As the night wore on, their touches grew bolder. Sahil’s hand slid higher, fingers tracing the length of her thighs. Mom shifted, her legs parting slightly, letting his hand stay. Her top slipped, baring more of her shoulder, and Sahil’s eyes locked on it, his fingers trailing along the neckline, dipping just below. She bit her lip, leaning into him, her chest rising with a slow breath. My hands gripped the table, my pulse racing as I watched his hand caress her thighs with animalistic vigor, her eyes fluttering with a look I’d never seen -raw, unfiltered LUST.

The music pulsed, their bodies close, his arm now dbangd over her shoulders, fingers teasing the edge of her top. Mom tilted her head, her neck exposed, and Sahil’s lips brushed her ear, whispering something that made her giggle and swat him playfully. But her hand lingered on his chest, fingers curling into his shirt. They were in their own world, the dim lights casting shadows over their booth, every touch a secret I wasn’t meant to see. I should’ve stormed over, dragged her home. But I didn’t. I sat there, frozen, my body tense, my mind drowning in jealousy and a shameful, and my dick ERECT!!



To be continued…

[bikiniking]

Thanks everyone.

Next part coming in a couple of hours!!! :)

[bikiniking]

I slipped out of Spice Route before they could finish their drinks, my heart hammering like I'd just faced a yorker from Bumrah.

The Delhi night air hit me like a slap, but it did nothing to cool the fire raging in my veins. My bike roared to life, and I weaved through the traffic back to Paschim Vihar, my mind a whirlwind of images Mom's leopard-print leggings clinging to her curves, Sahil's hand on her thigh, her lips parting in that breathy laugh. I hated myself for the bulge in my pants, for the way my body betrayed me while my brain screamed to stop this madness. But I couldn't. Not yet.

By the time I got home, I parked the bike a block away and snuck in through the back gate, careful not to trip the sensor lights. The house was dark, just as I'd left it. I hid in my room upstairs, but left the door cracked, positioning myself in the shadows of the hallway where I could peer down into the living room. The stairs gave me a perfect vantage point - close enough to hear every whisper, every rustle. My phone buzzed once; Mayank asking if I was okay but I silenced it. This was my vigil now.

Headlights swept the driveway about 20 minutes later. I heard the car door slam, then Mom's giggle floating through the night like a siren's call. "Sahil, behave! What if the neighbors see?" Her voice was playful, slurred just a bit from the cocktails. Sahil's low chuckle followed.

"Aunty, with you looking like that, the neighbors would be jealous. You're the queen of Paschim Vihar tonight."

They stumbled through the front door, Mom kicking off her heels with a sigh of relief, her bare feet padding on the marble floor. She looked even more intoxicating under the soft glow of the living room lamp, her top had ridden up slightly during the drive, exposing a sliver of her midriff, and those leggings... God, they molded to her ass like they were painted on, the leopard print screaming wild and untamed. Sahil closed the door behind them, his eyes devouring her as he tossed his keys on the side table. He was bolder now, the alcohol loosening whatever restraint he had left.

Mom turned to him, her hair slightly disheveled, strands framing her flushed face.

"That was fun, Sahil. I haven't danced like that since... well, college." She leaned against the wall, her chest rising and falling, the tight top straining against her 36D breasts. I could see the outline of her bra through the fabric, lacy and black, peeking out just enough to tease.

Sahil stepped closer, his hand brushing her arm. "You were amazing out there, Aunty. The way you moved... it was like you were made for the spotlight. Or maybe just for me." His voice dropped, laced with that double meaning he loved-spotlight like a star, or spotlight like the center of his dirty fantasies.

She swatted his chest lightly, but her hand lingered, fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt.

"Flatterer. You know, back in college, boys like you would say anything to get a girl alone. But I'm no girl. I'm a mother. Bunty's mother." There was a teasing edge to her words, like she was reminding him (or herself?) of the line they were crossing, but her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Sahil grinned, pulling her gently toward the couch.

"Oh, I know. That's what makes you so irresistible. A mother with fire in her veins. Come on, let's relax. You've been on your feet all night - let me take care of you, Mere dost ki Chikni Mummy."

He guided her to sit, then knelt in front of her, his hands sliding down to her calves. "These leggings... they're killer. But your legs must be sore from all that dancing."

Mom bit her lip, leaning back as he massaged her feet, his thumbs pressing into the arches. "Mmm, that feels good. You're full of surprises, Sahil. Most boys your age wouldn't know how to pamper a woman." Her voice was husky, the double meaning dripping pamper like a massage, or pamper like spoiling her in bed.

He looked up at her, his hands inching higher, kneading her calves now. "I like taking my time, Aunty. Rushing is for amateurs. You deserve to be savored... Butter chicken ki gravy type, Hot, buttery, and leaving you wanting more." His fingers traced circles on her skin through the thin fabric, creeping toward her knees.

She laughed softly, her legs parting just a fraction as she shifted. "Careful, Sahil. You keep talking like that, and I might think you're trying to spice things up a bit too much. What would Bunty say if he knew his friend was playing chef in his mom's kitchen?"

Sahil's hands paused at her knees, then slid upward, bold now, massaging her thighs. The leggings stretched under his touch, and I could see the outline of his fingers pressing into the soft flesh.

Sahil - "Bunty? He'd probably thank me for keeping you happy while his dad's away. Besides, every kitchen needs a little heat to make the best dishes. You're the main course, Aunty - curvy, juicy, and oh-so-tempting. Tennu te main tem laga ke khavanga (I'll take my time eating you)."

Mom's breath hitched, her hand reaching down to tangle in his hair. "You're naughty. But... don't stop. It feels too good." She pulled him up gently, and he rose to sit beside her on the couch, their bodies pressing together. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close, while his free hand rested on her thigh, fingers drawing lazy patterns that inched higher with each stroke.

They cuddled like that for a moment, her head resting on his shoulder, her curves molding against his side. "You know," she murmured, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt, "I haven't felt this... alive in years. Your energy, Sahil, it's infectious. Like a young stallion ready to run wild."

"stallion - Vo kya hota hai Aunty"

She giggled "MATLAB, ghodiyon ke astabal ka eklauta ghoda (sole Male horse in an stable)". They both laughed as he caressed his hands all over my mother's curvy body.

He chuckled, his hand sliding up her thigh, dangerously close to the apex now. "Stallion, huh? Well, Aunty, if I'm the stallion, you're the mare that's got me all riled up. Soft, warm, and begging to be ridden." His words hung heavy, the double entendre blatant - ridden like a horse, or ridden in the heat of passion. His fingers brushed the seam of her leggings, pressing just enough to make her squirm.

Mom gasped softly, her hips shifting toward his touch. "Sahil... you're playing with fire. What if I get burned? Or worse, what if I like it?" Her hand slid down his chest, tracing the muscles under his shirt, stopping at his belt. She tugged playfully. "You've got quite the... package here. All wrapped up and ready for unwrapping?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Unwrap it, Aunty. I've been dying to show you what's inside. It's big, hard, and all for you. Think you can handle it?" His hand finally cupped her pussy between her legs, rubbing gently through the fabric, the leopard print wrinkling under his palm. He kept softly caressing her pussy though her leggings...



She started to giggle and wiggle a bit. She placed her hand on his crotch and moaned, low and throaty, her body arching into his touch. "Mmm, feels like a handful. But I'm a Punjabi woman—we handle big things with ease. Just don't rush; let's savor the tease." Her fingers dipped lower, grazing the bulge in his jeans.

They kept cuddling for some time, then Sahil stood up in. Mom stood near to him and told him "Sahil, undress me". While saying this she was looking in his eye with deep lust and a hungry animalistic hunger. He stood there ogling her whole body deciding what he should do. When he didn’t act she smiled in a teasing way again "if u want to undress me then go ahead, but keep it a secret or else I will tell Sahil what you did to me". They both laughed.

Sahil went ahead with his watering mouth and trembling hands. He clutched her waist with his hand and hugged her very tightly and said "thank you". Mom gasped and opened her mouth to reply, but didn’t say anything and remained silent. She lifted her hand gently and he pulled her top out and threw it on the floor. He pushed heron the couch and she lifted her legs.. he pulled at her leggings.. slowly taking them out. 

Mom teased "Sharam nahi aa rahi apni mummy ki age ki lady ko nanga karte"

"Abhi se kya sharam, abhi to aur bhot kuch karna hai" They both laughed. He threw her leggings on her top on the floor. He stared at her body with his heart beating fast. She looked like some hot porn star in that tiny bra which were protecting her boobs and her v-shaped panty was more sensual. Her boobs were perfectly round and bigger than average size. Her skin was shining like she had just taken shower.

Her fair body was a contrast to her black bra and panty. His rod started throbbing and was clearly visible through his pants. Mom wasn't looking at his face due to some little bit of shame I guess. She knew was showing herself to her son’s horny friend. My dick started to bulge again.

I don't know how Sahil was feeling, but for sure WAS HORNY FOR MY MOM, and in this moment I was ready to FUCK her.



He pulled her up and hugged her tightly and let his cock push into her. Mom sighed when his hard cock pushed into her hip, a deep horny inhale. He sensed that she was cool with his rod pushing into her so he decided to have her a glimpse of it to turn her on. He made her lie down on the couch and took off his pants. slowly!

As soon as he removed his underwear, his 8 inch thick cock sprang out. When she saw his cock she opened her mouth in disbelief at its size. ‘It was paining so I had to remove my underwear"

Mom just stared at his cock open mouthed. I have never seen such a huge cock like this in real life. Mine was barely 5 inches, just like most indian men. I saw mom ogling that cock with hunger and it made my cock twitch.

Without wasting time he jumped onto her and both feel into the couch, him on top of MY MOM. First he kissed onto her cheeks, she smile and blushed. Then he kissed on her pink and smooth lips, small pecks. But she didn’t part her lips, playfully resisting his kisses. He tried two to three times. But she didn’t give in and turned her head to her left giggling and teasing him.

And slowly she put her arms around him, my naked friend on top of my bra and panty clad mother. And she opened her mouth. Her eyes widened, Sahil was a strongly built boy very energetic. He had caught hold of both her hands above her hands. She gave in, lustfully kissing him deep. In the silence of the night only sounds like ‘mmmmm’ ‘Pffmmmmmmm’ ‘MMMMMMMM’ were being heard.

Their tongue met each other in their mouth. He started licking her tongue. He was kissing very passionately. This went around for two minutes and both settled into a kissing rythm, like partsof a perfect machinery. He placed one of his hands on her boobs and pressed it gently… She took a deep breath. He then put both his hands to work while still lip locked. 

He pressed her left boob with left hand and her right boob with right hand. Mom closed her eyes and started getting into the mood. Itook out my dick and started to slowly jerk off.

Sahil kept kissing her and at the same time he was massaging her boobs with more force. Meanwhile he adjusted himself and lay completely on her so that his dick pressed onto her hip. Mom shivered once on the instant when his dick pressed her vagina and she moved her tongue more into his mouth. He was making her go crazy with his kiss, fondling and dick pressing. Her breathing became more deep and fast.

Mom started making noise little by little. After 5-10 minutes he broke of the kiss and eyed her neck and started licking the left side of neck. Mom started breathing through her mouth now. She was loving the 8 inch cock rubbing over her crotch. He then changed the side and then bit her on right on the nape of her neck.

She moaned slightly. He then proceeded downward towards her chest, and inspected each and every inch of her chest and boobs, her skin. She giggled "Like it?"

"Love it my Punjabi patola" Both laughed.

He pressed Mom's right boob a little and watched the flesh in her boob swelling. He did the same to the left boob and then started pressing both of the boobs simultaneously increasing the force on her boobs. I loved the way her boobs swelled when he pressed them. Always knew she had good set of boobs, but it was the first time I am looking at them with lust, and damn, they are splendid!!

Mom's breathing increased and her chest was responding to his fondling. When he pressed, she breathed in and her chest would move up more. More than that he was also loving her expressions on my Mom's beautiful face. They both were going mad with excitement and his dick was going restless between her shining thighs.

What a FUCKING HOT BITCGH MY MOTHER IS, was all I could think of. Almost like a porn-start. Maybe even hotter.

Sahil increased the speed and fondled her boobs more rapidly. He smiled to himself when she started breathing heavily with her mouth and her eyes closed in excitement. Lust and craziness overcome his gentle fondling and he pressed her right boob very so hard that she let out a cry - "Aahhh"



‘Aaaaaaaaahh’. He squeezed both boobs very hard and she kept moaning ‘aaaaaaaa’ ‘ooooouuuuuhh’ ‘aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh’ with closed eyes. She lifted her head to sit up but in no time Sahil kissed her lips and forced her to lie down on the bed and kept squeezing her juicy and firm boobs. Mon clutched her fingers into a fist with excitement and then undid her fist. But again she lifted her hands above her head and caught the pillow in her fist.

Sahil now placed his tongue’s tip between the cleavage of her boobs covered with black bra and moved his tongue upwards towards chest, then the neck. She had goose bumps on the touch of his tongue and cold saliva on her chest. He licked her chest and then digging into her cleavage and wriggling his face into her cleavage left and right. Her moans increased. He started biting her boobs without removing her black bra. She moaned even more louder. ’aaaaa’aaaa’ ‘sssssssh”aaaaaaaaaaa’. He then kept pressing her boobs and placed his face on her smooth tummy. She shivered and moaned louder ‘aaaahhhh’

‘Ooohhhhhuuuuuu ….uuhhhhhhma…’aaaah” aaah.. Mummaaa’ and she started lifting her tummy upwards. He licked her smooth tummy in circular motion and pressed his face into her tummy and kissed. He kissed and kissed her tummy. Mom's sexy waist vibrated up and down. Whole room was full of sounds of his wet kisses like ‘sssslurp’ and heavy breathing and moaning from Mom.

Mom's almost naked body had his saliva everywhere and her hands above her head twitching the pillow exposing her fair and smooth armpits. He moved up and licked her smooth and fair armpits. She giggled a little ‘sssssss”ssshhh’ ‘aaaah’ and tried to remove his head from there. But nothing worked and he kept licking her left armpit with loud noises.

Her armpits were hairless. When she could not take it anymore and tried to cover her armpit, he immediately moved his mouth to right armpit and licked it like a mad dog. It excited Mom very much but she kept moving her body here and there and her legs moved up and down. Sahil caught hold of both her smooth and fair hands and took it above their heads. Now he kissed her armpits freely and licked and tortured her both armpits till the whole area was overflowing with is saliva. He liked the way she resisted his armpit licking and wriggled her body under him. The more she tried to wriggle, the more his dick pressed her pussy region.

It was a sight to behold, a hungry Beast devouring the Beauty!!

He then took both her wrists in one hand and with the left hand started playing and squeezing her boobs. She again started moaning loudly. ‘Aaaahhhhhh”aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah’

He then licked her shoulders and in the process removed the right strap of her black bra with his teeth . The black bra was contrast against her fair skin was very sexy. He then moved the right strap down even more till her nipples were exposed. His happiness knew no bounds when he got to look at her pink nipples.

My mom had perfect boobs, right size and firmness, and pinkish areola witj perfect pink nipples, each almost 1.5 cm in length.

Sahil spitted on her nipple and then started licking it and then suddenly bit the nipple with his teeth and she moaned ‘aaaaaaaah’ ‘uuuuuhhhmaaaa’ he then took her whole nipple into his mouth. He then looked at her face and pinched her right nipple very hard and saw her expression. Mom opened her mouth wide open and moaned loudly with the part of her face covered with her silky dark hair.

Sahil pulled the left boob out of its bra and started pinching both the nipples and started moving both of them sideways holding her nipples while she kept moaning ‘sssshhh’ aaahhhiilll’ and moved her head sideways full of lust. Almost 30 minutes had passed. The whole room was full of her moans and their kisses and licking.

Sahil turned mom around and bit on the backside of her smooth shoulder. Mom's face was facing the pillow lifted her head up with closed eyes. He stopped for a moment to have a eyeful of her voluptuous body under him. 

Mom's fair body was shining which was in contrast with her black bra and panty. Her waist was so sexy and her sexy buttocks below looked so hot. Sahil bent down and bit her waist madly and licked it and then went down. He started rubbing his hand on her thighs and started licking her thighs and biting everywhere on her perfectly shaped thighs and she started moaning in pain and ecstasy. He then lifted her legs and licked there too.

Then again he went to her back started biting her back and neck from behind. He then removed the other strap too and then unlocked her bra and licked there too. He made her turn around and then went towards her thighs and started biting and licking her inner thighs near her vagina. She again started moaning loudly and let go of the pillow and moved her hands downwards and inserted her fingers into his hair and every now and then she lift her head up in ecstasy. He then looked at her naked boobs and moved up and started eating her boobs and chest. Her boobs had turned red due to his assault.

Meanwhile he started rubbing her vagina from above her panty with his left hand. Mom was in heaven but suddenly Sahil stopped. "Aunty I'm about to cum"

Mom's eyes fluttered open, heavy with lust, as she looked down at Sahil hovering above her, his face twisted in urgency.

"Don't stop now, Sahil... cum on me," she whispered breathlessly, her voice a sultry command that sent a shiver through the room.

She arched her back, presenting her reddened breasts and toned stomach like a canvas, her hands guiding his throbbing cock toward her skin.

"Paint me with it, beta!! let me feel your heat all over my body."

Sahil groaned, his body tensing as he stroked himself furiously, ropes of hot cum erupting and splattering across her chest and abdomen in thick, glistening streaks. Mom moaned softly, her fingers already dipping into the warm mess, tracing patterns over her nipples and down her belly, savoring the sticky warmth as if it were a forbidden elixir.

She played with it languidly, scooping some onto her fingertips and bringing it to her lips for a teasing taste, her eyes locked on his with a wicked smile.



"Mmm, so sweet and salty - just like you," she purred, rubbing the remnants into her skin like lotion, her body glistening under the dim light.

Sahil leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues dancing one last time as he cupped her face.

Finally, he pulled away, adjusting his clothes with a satisfied grin.

"I should go before Bunty wakes up, Aunty. But this... this isn't over."

He stole one more quick peck before slipping out the door, leaving Mom lounging on the couch, still toying with his cum on her skin, a secretive smile playing on her lips as I remained hidden, my heart pounding in shock and unwanted arousal.


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[bikiniking]

Is every mother with a son named bunty always hot? lol

  hahaha! In the next one I'll find another name for the character :P

[bikiniking]

I couldn't shake the image from my mind -the way Sahil's hands roamed over my mom's body, her moans echoing through the house like some forbidden symphony. It had been days since that night at Spice Route, where I'd followed them and watched from the shadows as their "dinner" turned into a heated display of touches and whispers.

Back home, they'd escalated to full-on foreplay on the couch, her leopard-print leggings peeled away, his mouth devouring her curves while she played with his cum like it was the sweetest nectar. I'd hidden upstairs, my heart pounding, my body betraying me with an erection I couldn't ignore. And now, here I was, Bunty, sitting across the dining table from them, pretending everything was normal.

Mom - Seema Arora, though I'd never call her that to her face; and Sahil were deep in conversation, their voices low and laced with that intimate laughter that made my stomach churn with jealousy. Sahil wasn't family; he was my college buddy, the guy I'd shared cricket practices with, the one who'd wormed his way into our home under the guise of "helping out."

At first, Mom had resented him - yelling about extra mouths to feed, her Punjabi temper flaring like a summer storm. But now? She was all smiles, her full lips curving as she leaned in, her salwar kameez hugging her 36D breasts and wide hips in a way that made it hard to look away. At 38, she was a vision - creamy skin, long black hair that fell like silk, and eyes that could melt steel. And Sahil, that cocky 18-year-old with his boyish grin and lean build, was eating it up.

Watching them, I felt a twisted envy. Mom had stopped nagging me about studies; instead, she doted on Sahil, and he lapped it up like a puppy - or more like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Mom laughed suddenly, a rich, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, Sahil, you're terrible! Telling jokes like that at dinner."

I forced a smile. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, beta," Mom said, her eyes twinkling as she glanced at Sahil. "Sahil was just sharing a silly story. Hey, he brought a new movie CD. Finish your dinner, and we'll watch it in my room. I'll make chai for us please."

I shook my head, feigning exhaustion. "Nah, I'm beat. Practice was killer today." Truth was, I'd spent the last two nights with a girl from college - her parents out of town, us tangled in sheets for hours. But really, I couldn't stomach watching them "watch a movie." Not after what I'd seen.

Mom pouted playfully, her lips full and inviting. "Come on, Bunty. You never have time for us anymore."


Sahil grinned at me, that knowing smirk making my blood boil. "Yeah, man. It'll be fun."

I mumbled an excuse and retreated to my room, collapsing on the bed. The house was quiet, but my mind raced with flashbacks - Mom's moans as Sahil bit her thighs, her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. I drifted off, but thirst woke me around 1 AM. Groggy, I stumbled to the kitchen for water, then heard it - a soft giggle from upstairs.

My heart raced. Mom's room. Lights seeped under the door. I crept closer, kneeling at the keyhole like that fateful night. What I saw hit me like a cricket ball to the gut.

Mom was on the edge of the bed, topless, her saree and blouse discarded in a heap.



Her creamy breasts heaved, nipples hard and dark like chocolate buds. Sahil, fully naked, knelt before her, his mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking greedily while his hand pinched the other. Mom's fingers wrapped around his thick cock, stroking it slowly, her thumb circling the swollen head, smearing precum along the shaft.

I froze, my breath shallow. This was my mom - the woman who'd scolded me for dirty shoes, now whimpering as Sahil's tongue flicked her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Her hand pumped him faster, the veins on his cock bulging under her grip.

"Mmm, Sahil... you're so hard for Aunty," she purred, her voice husky with lust.

He released her nipple with a pop, grinning up at her. "You make me this way, Aunty. Your tits are perfect - so full, so juicy."

He squeezed them together, burying his face between them, motorboating her cleavage while she giggled and stroked him harder.

I unzipped my pants, my own cock springing free, hard and throbbing. Shame burned in my chest, but I couldn't stop watching.

Mom pushed Sahil back gently, cupping his heavy balls. "Let me taste you first," she whispered, lowering her head. But Sahil pulled her up, kissing her deeply, their tongues dueling in a wet, sloppy embrace. His hands slid down, hooking into her petticoat, yanking it off along with her panties. Her pussy was exposed - full of wetness, lips swollen and glistening.

Sahil spread her thighs wide, his fingers tracing her slit. "Fuck, Aunty, you're soaking. This cunt is mine tonight." He plunged two fingers inside, curling them to hit her G-spot, making her arch and moan. "Yes... finger me, beta. Make Aunty cum."

I stroked myself slowly, matching his rhythm, my eyes glued as he finger-fucked her, her juices coating his hand. Mom's hips bucked, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "Lick me, Sahil... please..."

He dove in, his tongue lapping at her clit like a starving man. Mom's head fell back, her moans growing louder -  "Ohhh, yes! Suck my pussy... deeper!" She grabbed his hair, grinding against his face, her ass lifting off the bed. Sahil's tongue delved into her folds, slurping her nectar, his nose buried in her bush. He added a third finger, stretching her, while his free hand pinched her nipple.

Mom's body trembled, her orgasm building. "I'm cumming... don't stop!" She screamed, her pussy clenching around his fingers, juices squirting onto his chin. Sahil lapped it up, groaning in delight.

Panting, Mom pulled him up for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. "Your turn now," she said, flipping their positions.

She straddled his face in reverse, her ass cheeks spreading as she lowered her mouth to his cock. "Aunty wants to suck you while you eat me."

Sahil gripped her ass, pulling her pussy to his mouth again. "Fuck yes. Ride my face."

Mom engulfed his cock, her lips stretching around the girth, bobbing deepthroat-style. Saliva dripped down his shaft as she sucked, her tongue swirling the head. Sahil tongue-fucked her from below, his hands kneading her ass, one finger teasing her tight asshole.



I pumped faster, precum leaking, the scene too hot—Mom's cheeks hollowing as she blew him, her pussy grinding on his tongue. Sahil moaned into her cunt, "Aunty, your mouth is heaven... suck harder!"

She did, gagging slightly but taking him deeper, her throat convulsing around him. Sahil slipped a finger into her ass, making her yelp in pleasure. "You like that? Dirty Aunty loves ass play."
"Mmmph!" Mom hummed around his cock, the vibration making him buck. They built to a frenzy, bodies slick with sweat and juices.

[bikiniking]

Waiting for the next part bro...

Typing it right now! Will be posting either tonight, or tomorrow for sure.

[bikiniking]

Mom’s moans vibrated through the room, her lips wrapped tightly around Sahil’s throbbing cock as she sucked him with a hunger I’d never imagined she could possess. Her ass hovered over his face, cheeks spread wide, her pussy glistening with juices that dripped onto his chin as he devoured her. Sahil’s finger was buried in her tight asshole, pumping slowly, making her squirm and whimper into his shaft. I crouched by the keyhole, my own cock in hand, stroking furiously, torn between rage and a twisted lust that made my head spin.

My mom, the woman who’d nagged me about homework and cricket practice -was a wanton goddess, her 38-year-old curves writhing in ecstasy on my friend’s face. Her skin glowed under the dim lamp light, beads of sweat tracing paths down her back, highlighting the soft dimples above her ample ass. The air was thick with the musky scent of her arousal, mixed with the faint floral perfume she always wore, now tainted by raw, animalistic desire.

“Fuck, Aunty, your pussy’s so wet… tastes like heaven,” Sahil groaned, his tongue plunging deeper into her folds, lapping at her clit with feverish licks. 

His free hand slapped her ass lightly, the sound echoing in the quiet room, making her moan louder around his cock. The smack left a faint red mark on her creamy skin, and she arched her back in response, pushing her hips down harder against his eager mouth. 

“Suck me harder, you dirty little MILF. Show me how much you love this young dick. I’ve been dreaming about this since the first time I saw you in that tight saree, bending over in the kitchen.”

Mom pulled off his cock with a wet pop, her lips glistening with saliva and precum. She looked down at him, her eyes heavy with lust, strands of her silky black hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. Her full lips curved into a mischievous smile, and she licked them slowly, savoring the salty taste.

“Oh, Sahil, you’re so naughty… calling me names like that,” she purred, her voice dripping with teasing delight. 

“But Aunty loves it. Your cock’s so big… like a ripe banana, ready to fill my mouth. It’s thicker than my husband’s ever was, and twice as hard. You make me feel young again, beta.” 



She licked the underside of his shaft, tracing the bulging veins with her tongue, her warm breath sending shivers through him. Then she sucked the swollen head back into her mouth, bobbing with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made Sahil’s hips buck involuntarily. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction, her tongue swirling around the tip like she was savoring an ice cream cone on a hot day.

He groaned, his finger twisting deeper into her ass, stretching her tight hole with a gentle but insistent pressure. The intrusion made her gasp, her body tensing before relaxing into the pleasure. “You like that, don’t you? My finger in your sexy ass… bet you’d love my cock there too. I can feel you clenching around me, Aunty, so eager, so needy.” 

He pulled her pussy closer, sucking her clit hard, making her body shudder violently. Mom’s hips ground against his face, her juices smearing his lips and nose, her moans muffled by the cock stuffing her throat. She pulled off briefly to catch her breath, strands of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening shaft. 

“Mmmph… keep eating me, beta… make Aunty cum again. Your tongue is magic flick it right there, on my clit, yes, just like that. Oh god, you’re going to make me soak your face.” She dove back down, her lips sliding to the base, gagging as his tip hit the back of her throat, tears welling in her eyes from the effort but her expression one of pure bliss.

I was losing it, my hand a blur on my cock, precum dripping onto the floor in thick drops. The sight of Mom’s 36D breasts bouncing as she sucked him, her ass clenching around his finger, was too much. Her nipples were hard peaks, dark and erect, brushing against his thighs with each movement.

Sahil’s other hand reached up, pinching her nipple, twisting it until she squealed into his shaft, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him. “Fuck, Aunty, you’re so tight back here,” he murmured, slipping a second finger into her ass, pumping them in sync with his tongue in her pussy. The added stretch made her whine, her body rocking back to meet his thrusts.

“Gonna make you scream my name tonight. Imagine if Bunty knew what his mom was up to, getting her holes filled by his best friend. Does that turn you on, Aunty? The risk, the forbidden thrill?”

Mom pulled off again, panting heavily, her lips swollen and wet from the abuse. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. “Oh, you bad boy… stretching Aunty’s ass like that,” she teased, her hand stroking his slick cock, her thumb circling the head in lazy circles, spreading the precum. 

“You want to fuck me there? Hmm? Want to claim every inch of your friend’s mom? I’ve never let anyone back there before, but for you… maybe. You make me want to try all sorts of naughty things.” She shifted, sitting up slightly, her pussy still pressed to his mouth, and reached back to spread her ass cheeks wider, giving him better access.

Her fingers dug into the soft flesh, exposing her fully, the puckered hole winking as his fingers moved inside. “Go on, beta… make it good. Aunty’s been a naughty girl, hasn’t she? Punish me with those fingers, make me beg for more.”

Sahil growled, his tongue darting to her asshole, licking the puckered rim where his fingers stretched her. The taste was earthy and intoxicating, mixed with her pussy juices. Mom gasped sharply, her body trembling from head to toe, her hand speeding up on his cock. 

“Ohhh, fuck… Sahil, you’re… so dirty,” she moaned, her voice breaking as his tongue probed her anus, wet and hot, circling and dipping in alongside his fingers. “Lick it… yes, just like that… make Aunty feel so good. It’s so wrong, but it feels incredible, your tongue in my ass, owning me like this.”

Her hips rocked wildly, grinding her pussy and ass against his face, her breasts heaving as she stroked him faster, her fingers slick with his precum. She leaned back further, her free hand tangling in his hair, pulling him deeper. “Don’t stop, beta… I’m getting so close. Tell me what you want to do to me next, paint me a picture with your words while you eat me out.”

I could barely breathe, my cock throbbing painfully as I watched Sahil’s tongue fuck her ass, his fingers plunging deeper, her moans growing louder and more desperate. The room filled with the wet sounds of his mouth on her, her hand on him, and her breathless pleas. 

“I want to bend you over, Aunty,” Sahil muttered between licks, his voice thick with lust. “Fuck your pussy until you’re screaming, then slide into this tight ass and make you cum harder than ever. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Being my personal slut.”

Mom whimpered in agreement, her body quaking. “Yes… yes, I would. Keep talking dirty to me, it’s driving me wild.”

“I’m gonna cum, Aunty,” Sahil grunted suddenly, his voice muffled by her flesh, his body tensing beneath her. “Your ass… your pussy… it’s too much. The way you taste, the way you move!! fuck, you’re perfect.”

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” Mom commanded, her tone shifting to one of playful authority as she slid off his face to straddle his hips, her pussy hovering over his rock-hard cock. 



Her thighs trembled from the near-orgasm, and she ran her hands over her body, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples for his viewing pleasure. 

“Aunty wants you inside her first. I need to feel you stretching me, filling me completely.” She gripped his shaft firmly, rubbing the swollen head against her dripping slit, coating it with her juices. The friction made her bite her lip, a soft whine escaping. 

“Feel how wet I am for you? This pussy’s begging for your cock, beta. It’s been so long since I’ve had someone as virile as you. My body’s aching for it.” She lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, his thick length disappearing into her furry cunt, her lips stretching around him with a delicious burn.

“Ohhh… so big… filling Aunty up so good,” she moaned, her head falling back, her breasts bouncing as she started to ride him. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically, gripping him like a vice.

Sahil’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his eyes locked on her bouncing tits, mesmerized by their hypnotic sway. “Fuck, Aunty, your cunt’s so tight… like a glove around my dick,” he groaned, thrusting up to meet her, their bodies slapping together with wet, obscene sounds that echoed off the walls.

“Ride me, You Bitch… show me how a real woman fucks. Grind on me, make those hips circle!! yes, like that. You’re driving me insane.” His thumbs dug into her hip bones, urging her faster, his gaze roaming over her flushed face, down to where their bodies joined.



Mom laughed, a sultry sound that sent a jolt through me, low and throaty, full of confidence. “Real woman? Oh, beta, you have no idea what this woman can do. I’ve got years of pent-up frustration to unleash on you.” She leaned forward, her hands on his chest, her nails lightly scratching his skin as her ass rose and fell, taking his cock deep with each stroke. The angle let her clit rub against his pubic bone, sending sparks through her. 

“You like Aunty’s pussy? Hmm? Tell me how it feels… tell me you love fucking your friend’s mom. Be honest. does it feel better knowing it’s so taboo?”

“It’s fucking perfect,” Sahil gasped, his hands sliding to her ass, squeezing the cheeks as she rode him harder, kneading the flesh like dough. “So wet… so hot… better than any college girl. You’re my dirty little secret, Aunty. The way you squeeze me- fuck!!! it’s like you’re made for this.” He slapped her ass, the crack echoing sharply, making her moan louder and clench around him. 

“Keep fucking me… milk my cock with that tight cunt. I want to hear you say it - tell me you’re my slut tonight.”

Mom’s strokes grew faster, her pussy squelching around him, her juices dripping down his balls and soaking the sheets beneath. “Oh, Sahil… you’re gonna make Aunty cum again… fuck me harder! Yes, I’m your slut, your naughty, horny Aunty who can’t get enough of your young cock.”

She straightened, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples as she bounced, her pussy clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. Her hair whipped around her face, and she tossed her head back, lost in the sensation. “Cum with me, beta… fill Aunty’s pussy… give me all that young cum! I want to feel it shooting deep inside, marking me as yours.”

Sahil’s hips bucked wildly, his cock slamming into her with bruising force. “Fuck… Saali kutiya… here it comes!” he roared, his body tensing as he erupted, hot jets of cum flooding her pussy. The warmth spread through her, triggering her own release. Mom screamed, her orgasm hitting at the same time, her cunt pulsing around him, milking every drop as waves of pleasure crashed over her. “

Yes… yes… fill me up! Oh god, it’s so much, your cum feels amazing inside me,” she cried, her body shaking uncontrollably, her nails digging into his chest hard enough to leave marks.



Mom collapsed onto Sahil, her breasts pressed to his chest, their breaths heavy and ragged, syncing in the afterglow. His cock softened inside her, their mixed juices leaking out, pooling on his thighs and trickling down. They lay there, panting, her face buried in his neck, his hands stroking her back in gentle circles, tracing the curve of her spine.

Finally, Mom stirred, sliding off him with a soft, wet sound, her pussy glistening with their cum, puffy and well-used. She sat back on her heels, admiring the sight of him spent and satisfied.

“Look at this mess, beta,” she teased, scooping some from her thigh and licking it off her fingers slowly, her tongue darting out to catch every drop. The taste made her hum appreciatively. 

“You’ve ruined Aunty… but it’s so delicious. Salty and sweet, just like you. I might get addicted to this.” She leaned down, kissing him deeply, their tongues tangling, tasting their shared release in a messy, passionate exchange.

Sahil grinned, sitting up and pulling her closer. “My pleasure, Aunty. I made the mess… let me clean you.” He kissed her pussy tenderly, lapping at their cum with broad strokes of his tongue, making her shiver and giggle. Then he moved to her breasts, sucking the nipples clean, nipping gently at the sensitive buds. “You taste even better mixed with me. One more round? I could go again—your body’s too tempting.” They kissed again, long and lingering, her hands cupping his face, his fingers tracing her sticky thighs, dipping back into her folds playfully.

“Get out now,” Mom whispered eventually, a sudden edge to her voice as reality crept back in. She glanced at the clock, her expression shifting to one of cautious urgency. “Before Bunty wakes up. We can’t risk it.” 

She slipped a cotton saree back on hastily, not bothering with the blouse, her breasts barely contained by the fabric, nipples still hard and visible through the thin material. Sahil dressed quickly, stealing one last kiss, his hand squeezing her ass firmly. “This isn’t over, Meri jaan,” he murmured against her lips, his breath hot. “Tomorrow? Same time? I want more of you— all of you.”

Mom smiled coyly, pushing him toward the door. “Of course beta. Now go, before I change my mind and drag you back to bed.” He slipped out, and she waited, listening for his door to close downstairs.

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[bikiniking]

The next day dawned with a heavy fog of confusion and arousal clinging to my mind like the Delhi smog that often blanketed Delhi in the mornings. I woke up early, my body still buzzing from the illicit spectacle I'd witnessed the night before my mom, entangled in a passionate frenzy with my friend Sahil. Her moans echoed in my ears, low and throaty, the way her body had arched with him, her full lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him with a hunger that made my own dick twitch even now as I lay there in bed. The sheets were tangled around my legs, damp from the sweat of my restless sleep, and I could feel the familiar ache in my groin, that insistent morning wood demanding attention.

I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom, the fan whirring lazily above me, stirring the humid air. Why did it turn me on so much? She was my mom, for God's sake - 38 years old, a curvy Punjabi beauty with 36D breasts that jiggled enticingly in her sarees, a bubbly ass that swayed when she walked through the house, and those almond-shaped eyes that could melt steel when she smiled. 

But seeing her like that, transformed from the nagging, homely mother who scolded me for leaving dirty cricket gloves on the floor into a wanton slut, begging for Sahil's cum as she played with it on her skin... it had me hooked. I couldn't deny it anymore. My hand instinctively slid under the sheets, gripping my throbbing cock, the shaft hot and veiny in my palm. 

I stroked slowly at first, replaying the scene in my head—the way Sahil had bitten her neck, her gasps as he licked her inner thighs, her moans when he licked her pussy and finally cumming in her pussy. 

Fuck, it was too much. I pumped faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps, imagining it was me instead of Sahil, my cock buried in her wet heat. The pressure built quickly, and I came hard, ropes of cum spilling onto my stomach, biting my lip to stifle my groan so no one would hear.

After cleaning up, I dressed quickly in jeans and a t-shirt, my mind racing with questions as I headed downstairs. The house was alive with the usual morning bustle, the aroma of fresh parathas and chai wafting from the kitchen.

Dad was due back today from his business trip, arriving at the New Delhi train station around noon. He'd been gone for a week, speaking at some marketing conference in Chennai, leaving Mom alone, or so he thought. I wondered if she felt any guilt, or if the thrill of her affair with Sahil had erased it all.

Would she act normal around me?
Would Sahil show up again, that smug grin on his face, knowing he'd fucked my mom like a cheap whore the night before?

The thought made my cock stir again, a confusing mix of anger and arousal.

Mom was at the stove when I entered the kitchen, dressed in a light blue salwar kameez that hugged her curves like a second skin.



The top was tight, the neckline plunging just enough to show a tantalizing hint of cleavage, her breasts straining against the thin fabric as she flipped a paratha on the tawa. The material was almost sheer in the morning light streaming through the window, outlining the lacy bra beneath, her nipples faintly visible as they hardened slightly from the cool air.

The salwar clung to her thighs and ass, the light blue color accentuating every curve, the fabric so snug it looked painted on, riding up slightly between her legs as she moved. Her hair was well combed and straight, and she hummed a soft tune, seemingly carefree, as if last night's debauchery hadn't happened.

"Morning, beta," she said with a warm smile, her voice as sweet and maternal as ever, though I detected a slight huskiness, perhaps from the moans she'd let out the night before.

"Breakfast is almost ready. Your dad's train arrives at 12:30. I need to go pick him up."

I nodded, sitting at the table, my eyes lingering on her ass as she bent slightly to check the oven, the salwar stretching taut over her bubbly cheeks.

"Yeah, okay. Want me to come?" I asked, half-hoping she'd say no so I could snoop around the house, maybe find some evidence of their affair to fuel my twisted fantasies.

She turned to face me, her breasts jiggling slightly with the movement, the tight kameez doing nothing to hide their fullness. "

No, Bunty, you rest. Practice was tough yesterday, na? Sahil offered to drive me. He's such a helpful boy."

Her eyes twinkled with something I now recognized as mischief, and I felt a pang of jealousy stab through me. Helpful? Yeah, helpful in bending you over and fucking you like a slut while I watched from the shadows.

Sahil arrived soon after, knocking on the door with that cocky swagger he'd developed ever since he'd started banging my mom. He was dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans, his lean build from cricket practice making him look confident, almost arrogant.

"Morning, Aunty," he said, his eyes devouring her outfit from head to toe, lingering on the way the light blue salwar kameez hugged her curves, the tight top accentuating her breasts, the pants molding to her thighs and ass like they were made for sin. "Ready to go? My car is fueled up."

Mom smiled, grabbing her dupatta and dbanging it loosely over her shoulders, doing little to hide the way her body moved under the fabric. "Yes, Sahil. Thanks for driving. Bunty, we'll be back soon. Be good."

She leaned down to kiss my cheek, her breasts brushing against my arm for a split second, her perfume; jasmine and a hint of musk - filling my nostrils and making my cock stir again despite my earlier release.

I watched them leave from the window, Mom's ass swaying hypnotically in that tight salwar, Sahil's hand brushing her lower back as he guided her to the car, a possessive touch that made my blood boil.



The i20 pulled out of the driveway, and I was left alone in the house, my mind swirling with suspicions. What if they did something on the way? The train station was a 45-minute drive through Delhi traffic - plenty of time for detours. The thought made me hard, but also furious.

I paced the living room, trying to distract myself with TV, but my mind kept drifting to the night before: Mom sucking Sahil's cock, her lips stretched wide, her moans as he rubbed her pussy, stopping just before cumming to paint her body with his load. Fuck, it was too much.

To kill time, I rummaged through Sahil's bag - he'd left it in the hall after "helping" last night. Nothing incriminating, just cricket gear and a notebook. But the seed of doubt was planted. I knew Sahil had a dashcam in his i20, he'd installed it after a minor fender-bender last year, bragging about how it recorded everything for insurance.

If anything happened in the car, it might be captured. But I'd have to wait till they returned to check. The hours ticked by slowly, my imagination running wild: Mom in that tight salwar, Sahil's hands on her thighs, her moaning in Hindi as he fingered her while driving. I jerked off again in my room, cumming to the fantasy, guilt and excitement warring inside me.

Finally, around 1:30 PM, I heard the car pull up. Dad's voice boomed as they entered, laughing about his trip. "Arrey, Darling the house looks spotless! Missed you, jaan," he said, hugging her tightly, his hands on her waist.

She smiled, returning the embrace, but I caught the subtle flush on her cheeks, her dupatta slightly askew, one end tucked awkwardly as if hastily adjusted. Her light blue salwar kameez looked rumpled at the thighs, the fabric creased in ways that suggested more than just sitting in a car.

Sahil grinned at me from behind them, winking subtly, his hair a bit disheveled, a smug satisfaction in his eyes. "Hey, Bunty. Your dad's back family time!" he said, clapping me on the shoulder a little too hard.

Dad looked tired but happy, dropping his bag in the hall. "Train was delayed, as usual. Sahil, thanks for picking me up, beta. Good lad." Sahil nodded modestly, but I saw the flicker in his eyes, the secret knowledge that he'd probably fucked my mom on the way.

Mom bustled into the kitchen, calling out, "Lunch is ready! Wash up, everyone." Her voice was cheerful, but I noticed her walking a bit gingerly, as if sore between her legs.

Dinner that evening was normal on the surface - Dad regaling us with stories from Chennai, the humid heat, the spicy food, the boring seminars. Mom laughed at his jokes, her hand on his arm, playing the perfect wife. But I couldn't stop observing the little things: the way she shifted in her seat, wincing slightly, as if her pussy was tender from a recent pounding; the stolen glances she gave Sahil, her eyes lingering on his crotch; the way her salwar pants seemed stretched at the seams, as if they'd been pulled down and up in haste. Sahil was his usual self, chatting about cricket, but his foot brushed Mom's under the table - I saw her jolt slightly, her cheeks flushing.

After dinner, Dad retired early, jet lag hitting him hard.

Dad - "Goodnight, family. Sahil, thanks again for the ride."

Sahil nodded, "No problem, Uncle." Mom kissed Dad goodnight, her lips lingering on his cheek, but her eyes flicked to Sahil.

Once Dad was upstairs, Sahil lingered in the hall, "Aunty, need help cleaning up?" Mom smiled, "No, beta, you go slee in the guest room. It's late." But her tone was teasing, and he left with a wink.

The house quieted, and I waited until everyone was asleep before sneaking to the garage. Sahil had left his keys on the hook - sloppy, but lucky for me. I slipped into the i20, the scent of Mom's perfume still lingering in the air, mixed with something muskier, like sex. The dashcam was there, a small black device on the windshield, recording everything for "safety." I popped out the SD card, my heart pounding like a drum, and rushed back to my room, locking the door.

Plugging it into my laptop, I fast-forwarded through the initial footage - them leaving the house, Mom buckling up, her light blue salwar top stretching tight over her breasts as she adjusted the seatbelt, accentuating her cleavage. Sahil started the engine, pulling out of the driveway.

At first, it was innocent chit-chat: "Aunty, traffic might be bad today," Sahil said, his voice casual. Mom replied, "Haan, beta, but with you driving, I'm not worried."

But as they hit the main road, weaving through Delhi's chaotic traffic - honking autos, weaving bikes, the smoggy air visible through the windows - the conversation turned dirty, the dashcam capturing every word and movement in crystal clear audio and video.

"Arrey, Sahil, drive carefully," Mom said in Hindi, her voice playful, a hint of breathlessness already creeping in. "Tumhare haath kahaan ja rahe hain?" (Where are your hands going?) The camera showed Sahil's right hand sliding off the gear shift to her left thigh, squeezing through the tight salwar fabric, his fingers tracing the curve of her leg.

Sahil chuckled, his eyes flicking from the road to her body, lingering on how the light blue kameez hugged her breasts, the material so thin the outline of her bra was visible.

"Aunty, aap itni tight kameez mein kitni hot lag rahi ho. Yeh salwar... uff, your ass looks amazing in it. Kal raat ko socha tha aapko peeche se chodu, par time nahi mila." (Aunty, you look so hot in this tight kameez. This salwar... uff, your ass looks amazing. Last night I thought about fucking you from behind, but we didn't have time.)

Mom giggled, slapping his hand lightly but not moving it away, her legs parting slightly as his fingers crept higher, rubbing her inner thigh.

"Badmash ladka. Bunty ke dost ho, aur uski maa ke saath aisi baatein? Kal raat tune mujhe itna choda, abhi bhi mann nahi bhara?" (Naughty boy. You're Bunty's friend, and talking like this to his mom? Last night you fucked me so much, still not satisfied?)

His hand inched up, now pressing against her pussy through the salwar, the camera capturing her subtle squirm, her breath quickening.

"Aunty, aapki choot garam ho rahi hai. Feel karo mera lund—kitna hard hai aapke liye. Station jaate hue, kyun na thoda maza karein? Daddy aa jayenge, phir chance nahi milega." (Aunty, your pussy's getting hot. Feel my dick - how hard it is for you. On the way to the station, why not have some fun? Daddy's coming, we won't get a chance later.)


She bit her lip, her hand reaching over to stroke his bulge through his jeans, the dashcam showing her fingers tracing the outline. "Haan, beta... Par yahaan car mein? Traffic mein koi dekh lega. Ruko, station parking mein khali jagah dekh kar car lagana." 

The video continued, their dirty talk escalating as they navigated the crowded roads. Sahil's fingers rubbed her pussy harder, the salwar darkening slightly with her wetness.

"Aunty, kal raat ke baad se to main aur pagla gaya hun. Aaj station pe chudwaogi?." 

Mom moaned softly, her hips grinding against his hand. "Haan, Sahil... I too loved it, I want more!! Baby let's be safe, bas koi dekhe na"

They pulled into the station parking lot, a dirty, dimly lit area on 5th floor of multi level car park cluttered with abandoned cars, trash strewn about, the air thick with the smell of exhaust and urine from nearby walls.

Sahil parked between two rusty sedans, the dashcam capturing the shadowy space, the camera angled to show the front seats but not the back or outside fully.  He unbuckled, leaning over to kiss her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth, his hand yanking her salwar top up, exposing her lacy blue bra that matched the outfit, her breasts heaving as he squeezed them.

Mom moaned into the kiss, her hands fumbling with his zipper.  The camera showed them climbing out, the doors slamming, the video going dark as they moved to the back, but the microphone picked up everything - the rustle of clothes in the dirty lot, Mom's gasp as Sahil pushed her against the car trunk, bending her over between the two vehicles.

"Bend over, Aunty... show me that ass," Sahil growled, his voice echoing slightly in the empty lot.

The audio captured the sound of her salwar being pulled down, I could imaging the light blue fabric bunching at her knees, her ass exposed to the grimy air, her lacy panties pushed aside. Mom's breathy moan followed as Sahil dropped his jeans, his cock springing free, hard and veiny, rubbing it against her ass crack, teasing her pussy lips. "Kitni geeli ho, Aunty. Yeh tight salwar mein aapki gaand kitni sexy lag rahi thi—ab mera lund logi?" (How wet you are, Aunty. Your ass looked so sexy in this tight salwar—now take my dick?)

"Yes... put it in. Fuck me hard, Sahil... here in this dirty parking lot, like a whore."

Her voice was raw, desperate, the risk of being caught, trains whistling in the distance, distant voices from the station adding to the thrill. Sahil thrust in from behind, his cock sliding into her wet pussy with a slick sound, her moan loud and unrestrained, her body rocking forward against the car trunk.

The audio was vivid - the slap of skin on skin as he fucked her standing, bent over between the cars, his hands gripping her hips through the rumpled salwar top, pulling her back onto his cock.

"Ohhh, Sahil... harder... your dick feels so good in my pussy!"

Her moans grew louder, the dirty lot amplifying them, the grime and trash around them contrasting her light blue outfit, now stained with dust from the car.

Sahil slapped her ass, the crack sharp in the audio.



"Take it, slut... your choot's so tight, even after last night. Bunty ko pata chala to kya hoga - uski maa parking mein uske dost chud rahi hai." (If Bunty finds out, what will happen—his mom getting fucked in a parking lot.)

She laughed breathlessly, pushing back against him, her ass jiggling with each thrust. "Usse kya farak... ab mujhe chodo, Sahil... cum inside me!" (What difference does it make... just fuck me now, Sahil... cum inside me!)

He fucked her relentlessly, the rhythm building, her cries echoing, the risk heightening the intensity - a stray dog barking nearby, the distant rumble of a train. She cummed hard, her scream muffled as she buried her face in her arms on the trunk, her pussy clenching around him, juices dripping down her thighs onto the dirty ground.

But they weren't done. The audio captured them moving to the back seat, the car door opening and closing, the vehicle rocking slightly as they climbed in.

"Back seat pe, Aunty... doggy style mein chodunga tumhe." (On the back seat, Aunty... I'll fuck you doggy style.)

Mom's voice was eager, the dashcam now showing the car interior dimly lit, the back seat in view. Mom climbed in first, her salwar top open, breasts spilling out, nipples hard and dark, her pants still bunched at her knees. She knelt on the seat, ass up, facing away, her light blue kameez riding up to expose her curves.

Sahil followed, positioning behind her in the cramped space, his cock still hard, slick with her juices. She lowered onto his cock, her pussy swallowing him whole, a moan escaping her lips as she started riding, her ass cheeks spreading and clapping against his thighs. "Ohhh... Sahil... itna andar... haan, beta... fuck Mommy's choot!" (Ohhh... Sahil... so deep... yes, beta... fuck Mommy's pussy!) The car creaked with her movements, her breasts bouncing in the reflection of the rearview mirror, her face contorted in pleasure.



Sahil gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks, thrusting up to meet her, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Fuck, Aunty... your gaand is perfect. Cum for me again. Show me how much you love my lund." (Your ass is perfect. Cum for me again—show me how much you love my dick.)

She pushed back harder, her moans filling the car, the windows fogging from their heavy breathing. "Haan... cumming... oh, Sahil!" She grunted again, her body shaking, pussy squirting onto his cock and the seat.

He flipped her onto her back, the back seat cramped but intense, her legs over his shoulders, salwar pants dangling from one ankle. "Now missionary, Aunty... gonna cum in you deep."

He thrust in, her pussy squelching with each pound, her breasts jiggling wildly. "Ohhh... yes... zor se... fill me, Sahil... daddy ke aane se pehle meri choot bhar do!" (Ohhh... yes... harder... fill me, Sahil... fill my pussy before daddy arrives!)

He fucked her with force, the car rocking, her moans raw and desperate.



Finally, he groaned, thrusting deep. "Cumming, Aunty... take it!"

His cum flooded her pussy, hot jets spilling inside her, leaking out as he pulled back slowly. She moaned, her fingers dipping into her pussy to feel the creampie, rubbing it on her clit with a satisfied sigh. "Mmm... kitna garam... perfect, beta." (Mmm... so warm... perfect, beta.)

They panted, kissing sloppily, fixing their clothes hastily, the light blue salwar kameez now wrinkled and stained.

I watched the entire recording twice, stroking myself the second time, cumming hard to the sight and sound of my mom being fucked like a desperate slut in a dirty parking lot and cramped back seat.

It was the hottest, most depraved thing I'd ever seen till that point, because what I saw next in the house was....

To Be Continued!!!

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Killer update... Just amazing... Eagerly waiting for the next... Keep going

Happy to hear this!! 

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Bunty should get a piece of his mom for keeping the secret.

Bunty is just the narrator fighting his own demons. 

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Sooo Good